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shaynawrites23 · 4 years

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For Family Or For Love

Pairing: adult!Remus Lupin x reader

Word count: 2492

Prompts: “Are you scared of me?” “No. Never.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think. I love you, and that’s what matters.”

Written for @johnmurphyisbisexual’s writing challenge!

Special thanks to @the-moon-and-the-book for both beta reading and coming up with the title!

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The heavy door to your private chambers creaked open to reveal the room’s other occupant; your husband, Remus Lupin. He carried an enormous stack of tests to grade in one hand, two cups of coffee in the other, and he held a newspaper clenched between his teeth. He shut the door the same way he opened it; with his foot.

You leapt forward to help him, taking some of the items from where they balanced precariously in his hold, constantly on the verge of falling. He breathed a sigh of thanks, pressing a kiss to your temple as you made your way to the bed.

Upon closer inspection, you realized half the papers he had brought in were actually yours. You taught Herbology and had recently assigned an essay. You hummed in gratitude when Remus handed you a pastry and a couple of colored muggle pens. You knew the older members of the faculty preferred quill and ink, but you chose pens. They were easier to use and much less tedious to maintain.

He smiled softly, humming in acknowledgement as you both sat down to mark papers. The room lapsed into silence, the only sound being the clicking of pens and the occasional mutters of disapproval when either of you saw something you didn’t particularly like.

A tapping on the window broke you out of your concentration. You spun around, eyes searching for the source of the sound when you spotted a small brown owl perched on the windowsill, rapping its beak against the glass.

A messenger owl.

You jumped up, hurrying over to fling open the window and welcome the creature inside. The poor thing was soaked through; it was pouring outside.

“Rem, will you get me a towel for the owl?”

“Sure thing, love.” He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and emerged moments later with a navy blue towel.

You gently wrapped the owl up in the cloth, hoping it would help the animal get warm and dry.

There was a small cylindrical vessel strapped to the owl’s back, colored a deep red, like the darkest red visible during a sunset. You undid the clasps holding it in place, popping off the cap and peering inside. The case held a sheet of paper, rolled up tightly in order to make it fit.

“Who’s it from?” Remus’s gentle voice inquired.

You didn’t reply immediately, unfurling the note and letting your eyes fly over the words first.

“My parents,” you finally answered. “They want to have us over for dinner tomorrow evening.”

“That’ll be a welcome distraction from marking papers,” he remarked.

Remus was on relatively good terms with your family. They were somewhat sceptical of his background at first, but decided they would be happy as long as you were. Your father gave a very nervous and jittery Remus his blessing shortly before he proposed, and you had been happily married ever since.

You laughed. “Definitely.”

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When you awoke the next morning, your hand searched the bed for Remus, for his warmth. You found nothing. Only when your fingers reached the edge of the bed, the precipice between the sheets and the floor, did you open your eyes.

You blinked blearily, letting your eyes get accustomed to the light entering through the small gap between the curtains. Remus was nowhere to be seen.

Throwing on your robes, you shuffled over to the bathroom and peered inside. Where was he? He was indeed a morning person, but there was no reason for him to be up this early in the weekend.

Your incessant internal questions were soon answered when you heard the telltale creak of the heavy wooden door. Remus entered; you could tell from his hunched shoulders he was deep in thought. The dark circles under his eyes told you he had probably not slept much the past few hours.

“Rem? Remus, is everything all right?” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He wouldn’t meet your eyes, simply holding up a newspaper and muttering, “See for yourself.”

So you took the paper from him, sitting on the bed as you turned the pages in an attempt to find out what exactly was troubling him so. The sound of the paper crackling under your fingers which usually held so much satisfaction for you, gave you no pleasure this time.

“Oh no.”

You now knew what it was, you knew what had upset him. The fifth page of the paper held a picture of him; it depicted him perfectly, there was no chance of anyone not recognize him. And on the off chance someone didn’t connect the dots, his name was printed right below it. The article revealed his true nature, his lycanthropy, informing everyone who didn’t yet know that Hogwarts’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a werewolf.

You glanced up. Remus stood at the open window, both hands leaning on the windowsill as he looked out over the school grounds. You could tell from his posture he was incredibly worried, and he had every right to be. No one would hire a werewolf, much less send their child to a school which had one employed as a teacher.

“Remus?”

“How could this happen?” His voice cracked and you knew he was trying his very best to keep control of his emotions. “We were so careful, how is this possible?”

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “But we’ll handle this the way we always do; together.”

“There’s nothing left to handle.”

“Remus, my love, don’t give up hope. There’s always something. Perhaps my family can help; they have a well-respected name.”

He didn’t reply immediately, instead gazing out over the field where students were playing, studying, or just hanging out.

“They don’t know yet, do they?” It was not a question, more like a statement, as you both knew it to be true.

“They don’t- they didn’t,” you sighed. “But my family knows you. We’re married, for Merlin’s sake. They’re not going to shun you.”

“We shall see about that,” he muttered, straightening up nevertheless. “In the meantime, I should probably have a talk with Minnie. I’ll see you later for lunch?”

You nodded. “As always.”

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Fastening your hairpin, you gave yourself a final once over in the mirror. You were dressed to the nines, and yet you wouldn’t classify your attire as too fancy for the occasion. Satisfied with your appearance, you exited the bathroom adjoining your shared bedroom to go look for Remus.

“Rem?” you called. “You ready to go?

You opened the door separating your bedroom from the hallway with its incredibly high ceilings, as could be expected from any old building. Your husband stood outside, leaning against the wall as he waited.

He hummed in confirmation, a soft smile spreading over his face at the sight of you. He reached for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as he twirled you around slowly, admiration plain in his eyes. Pulling you close, he pressed his lips to yours, gingerly, as though you were the most precious treasure one could possibly imagine.

“Rem!” you laughed, “We have to go! You know my mother hates when we’re late!”

“As my lady wishes.”

With that, he waved his wand and you disapparated, reapparating right outside your parents’ large house. Walking up the cold stone steps, you felt Remus stiffen slightly, and you squeezed his hand. A comforting gesture, one he immediately returned.

The doorbell sounded loudly, chiming once, twice, three times before falling silent. You waited as quick, light footsteps approached, flinging open the door.

“Auntie (y/n)!” the young girl cried, jumping up and down in excitement. It was your young niece Ada, dressed in a pretty pink skirt and with her hair coiffed in cute, bouncy curls. “It’s auntie (y/n)!”

Another set of footsteps approached, slower and calmer than Ada’s. Your mother appeared in the doorway, smiling and greeting you and Remus as she ushered you inside.

“Dinner’s not ready yet,” she remarked casually as she returned to the kitchen, presumably to continue preparing the meal.

Little Ada remained by your side, dragging you by your hand to come look at her latest drawing. Remus still stood in the hall, but the young girl kept you so occupied you could do little more than glance at him every few minutes.

Your father and your brother soon entered, laughing loudly at what must have been an incredibly funny joke.

“Ah, (y/n)!” your father exclaimed when he spotted you sitting in a corner with Ada on your lap and a children’s book in your hand. “I see Ada’s gotten to you already.”

“Yes, she has. I didn’t remember her having this much energy the last time,” you joked, but Ada tugged on your arm to remind you you were supposed to be reading her fairytales.

“Ah, and Remus.” You couldn’t help but notice how much less enthusiastic your father’s greeting was when it was addressed to your husband.

“How’s Edward doing?” your brother cut in. “Not causing too much trouble, I hope?”

Edward was your brother’s eldest child, older than Ava by six years. He started his first year at Hogwarts that year, and your brother was rather anxious about his progress.

“He’s doing very well in his classes,” Remus replied. “Naturally, he’s pulled a couple of pranks here and there, but that is to be expected from such an energetic young lad like him.”

“I see. And no issues with… supernatural creatures?”

Your head snapped up at that. Ada whined for you to continue reading, but you simply told her to wait a moment. You were certain there was a venomous serpent hiding somewhere in your brother’s words, and when it would jump out to ambush you, someone was sure to get hurt.

Remus remained perfectly calm. “None that I am aware of. The boy’s a very talented wizard; he has proven himself very capable of defeating any creature we presented him with.”

Your brother’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and as if struck by a lightning bolt of insight, you know this was heading downhill. It was only a matter of moments before he’d attack Remus about his lycanthropy.

You were right.

“Lupin, you’re a danger to the children! It’s not safe for them to be around you.”

“He is not!” you burst out. You stood up and stalked over to them, the fairytale long forgotten.

“He’s a werewolf.” Your brother spoke in the same tone you’d heard him use when explaining things to Ada; things that one would expect to be obvious.

“He’s also a professor, and has been for years. Nothing’s happened.”

“Maybe not yet, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.”

Your mother emerged from the kitchen, clearly wondering what on earth was going on. Rather than engage herself in the argument, she stood in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe.

Remus’s hand searched for yours, entwining his fingers with yours as soon as he found it. You noticed your brother’s gaze fly towards the gesture, as if he feared a more nefarious action. But Remus was simply holding your hand, squeezing gently as if to say, ‘calm down, love.’

“(y/n), get away from him.” Your brother’s order hung in the air like a sword dangling above both your heads, waiting to see who would give in first. Your parents seemed to want to intervene, but you could tell they didn’t know what to do.

“No.”

“Excuse me?!”

“No, I won’t.” You felt like a defiant child arguing with a parent, but that didn’t matter to you. “He’s my husband and I love him. Werewolf or not.”

“It’s okay, darling,” Remus whispered to you, tone low enough that no one else could catch his words.

“What, are you threatening her now?” Your brother was clearly beyond seeing reason, too angry to think logically.

Remus was caught off guard by that accusation, and unfortunately for him, his split second’s hesitation was plain to see. “I merely told her it was okay, that she doesn’t need to fight for my honor.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I am not in the habit of lying. I am an honest man and am telling the truth.” There was a stark contrast between your brother’s wild accusations and Remus’s calm demeanor. You only hoped it would not simply pour more oil onto the fire.

“You’re a monster,” he finally spat, as if the words themselves were pure poison. “How do we know it’s not only a matter of time before you hurt (y/n)?”

That was a low blow and you all knew it. Your mother gasped, hand flying to her mouth in shock.

“I would never hurt her.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t, but what about the wolf?”

Neither of you could answer that, both fully aware he didn’t have that much control over his other half.

“Please excuse me,” Remus muttered, glancing at your parents before grabbing his coat and leaving the building.

“There. Look what you’ve done. That was low and we all know it,” you seethed.

“(y/n), he’s dangerous! He could kill you!”

“So what? So could any other wizard. So could you, or mom. So could Ada, if she were determined enough.” You crossed your arms as you reached deep inside yourself, attempting to maintain your composure.

“But you can trust we won’t.”

“What? I can trust the same of him. He wouldn’t hurt me, I trust him.”

“So you would trust a wolf not to attack?” Your brother took two steps forward, as if his subconscious wanted to intimidate you into losing the argument. Nice try. You weren’t easily intimidated.

“He’s not a wolf! He’s Remus. My husband.”

You saw the surprise on his face when you emphasized your relationship with Remus, and you took that opportunity to continue.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to.” With that, you stalked out as well, waiting until you disappeared behind the hedge outside to run after Remus.

He probably heard you coming, because you found him standing around the corner, as if he were waiting. The look in his eyes told you he had probably fought with himself to decide whether or not to wait for you to catch up.

“Rem, please ignore what he said. I know it’s hard, but he’s spewing nonsense.”

“Love, are you scared of me?”

“No. Never.” He had barely gotten his words out before you replied, without a moment’s hesitation.

“Your family seems to think you should be.”

“Remus, it doesn’t matter what they think. I love you, and that’s what matters.”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears. He stepped closer to you, cradling your cheek gently, as if he were afraid you’d shatter like glass if he was just slightly too rough with you.

Leaning in slowly, he captured your lips with his in a sweet kiss. And that alone conveyed all he needed to say.

“I love you too.”

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restapesta · 3 years

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Hi Emina🥰

Mandy finds out about Ian and Mickey earlier than in canon, she’s upset but she doesn’t confront either of them at first. She observes them together when all three of them hang out, and she realises it’s not just some casual thing - it’s serious.

For the prompt ask❤️

Hello Drish! Thank you for the ask -- I loved writing this :)

tw for very mild and short mentions of sexual abuse; other than that, everything is mostly just some light angst. enjoy!

word count: 4.6k

The Choices We Made And The Ones We Could Have Instead by gallavich-x

Looking back at it, Mandy was surprised she had missed it. She also thought that she had to have, most certainly, been the dumbest person alive — dumber than Iggy, even — to miss something that had been so blatantly staring straight at her.

She was surprised she had missed Ian's soft and clearly loving looks — the ones that had never been truly directed at her, although she somewhat hoped they were, still harboring some weird form of a crush on the redheaded boy she had grown to call her best friend; but also aware they simply couldn't have been for anybody else — and yet were always casually thrown somewhere over her shoulder, where, she only now was certain, Mickey probably stood, perhaps gazing softly back.

She was surprised she had confused Mickey's relaxed stance whenever he was in Ian's vicinity to the siblings perhaps getting closer, Mickey finally switching his ice-cold demeanor in place of a slightly more open one. Mandy never would have guessed it wasn't her that made him shed his hard shield, but rather Ian, the one boy who had made her shed her own.

She was so surprised she had missed how Mickey hung around more when Ian was around; how Ian planted himself next to Mickey each time the three of them sat down on the too-small, dirty Milkovich couch to watch a movie together — where each time Mandy wondered why Mickey was there in the first place; why he wasn't making fun of them for watching a kid's movie like Finding Nemo but rather sat down, tightly pressed against Ian, obnoxiously watching it with them. How she so easily wrote off them working together so suddenly, the whole ordeal having to do with Ian liking Mickey enough to put in a good word for him with Linda — liking him enough to not mind working with him. It had been so obvious this entire time, and yet Mandy never seemed to catch on.

Mandy considered it stupid how it didn't take Ian and Mickey's weird proximity to each other for her to finally figure it out but rather a simple accident in which it was so blatantly obvious that her brain couldn't ignore the signs anymore — her best friend and her brother. Together.

Maybe she could blame the ignorance on her unhealthy obsession with Lip and Lip's unhealthy obsession with Karen; perhaps she could blame it on the Milkovich genes for not connecting the dots sooner — it didn't really matter. What mattered was that her brain took its sweet time figuring it out and only managed to finally fucking understand once the whole thing was simply impossible to ignore.

She didn't plan on seeing them in the kitchen that day — it had been an accident; an impulse in which Mandy had picked herself up from the couch to ask Ian something about Lip — just another stupid thing she couldn't help but want to find out about the boy she was falling in love with — and ended up finding out something about the boy she thought she knew everything about. Ian had been gone for only a few moments, declaring how he was going to make them popcorn — the popcorn he stole for them from the store, pretending as if it wasn't that big of a deal; like it wasn't a gesture that had Mandy's heart swell uncontrollably as she gazed at her soft ginger.

Ian was a man like no other — sweet, kind, respectful, good-looking. He was basically perfect when it came to Southside boys, the ones who were born and raised here; he was perfect for Mandy. Years ago, she had tried to lure him in with her short skirts and booby shirts, but that was the first time she found out Ian was nothing like the other boys she knew and had done the same thing with. Ian was something else altogether, a piece of the world Mandy had not yet uncovered — a piece of the world that treated her, for the first time, in a way that felt right.

Mandy was jealous of the guy that had Ian's heart — the one Ian whined and bitched about every other week; the one he talked about with the sweetest of looks on his face every single goddamn day as if the other boy hung the moon and the stars for him. She was jealous another person that wasn't Mandy got Ian Gallagher. She was also certain that in another world — a world where Ian liked girls instead of boys and was able to see Mandy as something more — she would be his perfect match. A Gallagher and a Milkovich; so unexpected, yet so fitting.

Maybe that's why she fell in love with Lip; maybe it was some sort of mind fuck that had her settle for the closest thing there was to Ian, that being his fucking smart-as-a-whip but dumb-as-a-pole brother — or maybe she was just right about Gallaghers and Milkoviches mixing. They went well somehow, like night and day; so different, yet incomplete without each other.

She should have guessed it. If Mandy and Ian were a match in some other alternate universe — a Milkovich and Gallagher pairing done fucking right, unlike she and Lip, and she and Ian — perhaps there was another weird, unbelievable pairing in this one, just that nobody had looked deep enough to find it.

She had neared the kitchen, the question about Lip still in her mind. The kitchen door stood slightly ajar and Mandy halted her steps at the sound of the voices inside — quiet, soft, almost unrecognizable voices. One belonged to Ian, the other to Mickey.

And yet, Mickey's was so unbelievably different from the one she was so used to hearing —instead of being rough and scary, making Mickey seem as crude and as unapproachable as he truly was — it was steady, calm, and... Flirty?

Mandy listened through the small gap, not quite able to see them through the slim opening. What she did see was scarce, simply Ian and Mickey standing close to each other — way too intimate for just two people working together at the same store, and simply way too close for friends; not that Ian and Mickey were that. Friends.

If she didn't have ears to listen in to the conversation, she would have written the positions of their bodies as threatening and challenging rather than comfortable and knowing.

Mickey's voice, at the moment, was too quiet for Mandy's liking. She could barely catch on to a thing he was saying, the sentences coming out of his mouth sounding more like mumbles than actual words — but as his hand reached up to fix the collar of Ian's cardigan, moving in even closer towards Ian's bare skin, fingertips tracing his collarbone lightly, and as Ian's breath visibly hitched so that even Mandy could notice his shortage of breath — she knew.

Their eyes never left each other's faces. Their lips didn't connect into a kiss — something Mandy was grateful for, shocked enough and definitely not ready to add that to the list of things she thought she'd never see, placing it right up next to the unicorn she dreamed about having as a kid — but they seemed unnervingly close to it. Too close even, nearing each other like magnets. They only jumped apart when the microwave beeped, signaling enough popcorn kettles being popped to stop exposing them to the heat. Mandy watched as Mickey pulled away even further from Ian as if snapping somewhat out of a daze.

"See you tonight, Firecrotch." He smirked as he headed towards the door. Mandy jumped back from the door, comically throwing herself towards the couch, hoping — no, begging — Mickey didn't figure out she'd seen the entire exchange. When he only passed her with an "assface" in greeting, she knew he had no clue.

And when Ian came back a moment later, a bowl of popcorn nestled in his arms, a blush warming his cheeks, breath ragged, Mandy realized she had seen him this flustered one time too many — and although she usually wrote it off as Ian simply being Ian, awkward and clumsy, cute and all over the place — now she knew.

It had never been the heat of the summer making him warm, sweaty, and dizzy all over.

It had always been Mickey.

When her brother joined them a little while later, plopping himself down next to Ian, even though the seat next to Mandy was closer and much spacier, she finally managed to grasp onto the clues her brother had been unwillingly leaving — everything, from the lack of girlfriends to Ian. It didn't make her feel any less stupid, but it sure as hell made a lot more sense.

Her brother was gay.

She was surprised and slightly disbelieving. How could her brother Mickey, one of the scariest members of the Milkovich family, Terry's favorite son, be gay?

They all had secrets, she guessed, some larger and more terrifying than others.

The light bulb had finally lit up above her head. Mandy knew she was pale as a ghost as she thought it all through, making connections, filling in the blanks, finally making sense of the past three years.

Mickey was Ian's mystery man — the guy he was desperately in love with.

She glanced towards Ian who was subtly — she wouldn't have caught it if she wasn't looking for it — smiling at Mickey, their forearms lightly touching, thighs firmly pressed together on the worn-out couch. She then stole a glance towards Mickey who seemed to be trying to hide a small smile in his beer bottle.

Mandy suddenly felt scared, the realization hitting her with full-blown force. She finally realized what it all meant.

Firstly, Ian was in love with Mickey.

Mickey would break his heart. He, like all of the other Milkoviches, Mandy included, simply wasn't made to love or be loved. Not healthily at least. Not the way you were supposed to.

Secondly, Mickey was gay.

If Terry ever found out, it would be Mandy's, not just Ian's, heart breaking.

The day Terry found out about Mickey would be the day she lost her brother.

You could never say Mandy Milkovich was a particularly observant person, but lately, she was nothing but, practically spending every single moment she spent with Ian and Mickey, whether it be together or apart, studying and analyzing them, trying to uncover more about the secret they shared. She reminded herself of those bird or cloud watchers — the ones that spent hours on end trying to spot different species or shapes, studying them silently and calmly, always being patient, simply waiting for the perfect moment to capture them.

Mandy hated feeling like one of those boring-ass people — it was contradicting towards her personality. She was more likely to be the person who would shoot the endangered bird rather than simply gaze at it. She didn't know if it made her a monster or simply a proud Milkovich.

Mandy was somewhat scared of the answer.

The gazing wasn't directed towards birds or clouds, though — it was Ian and Mickey who were the center of her interest.

They were simply hooking up, she knew — Ian had told her that enough himself.

She was now connecting Mickey to all of the events Ian had told her about his 'secret boyfriend'; Ian never called him that, but she had come up with the nickname after a particularly excruciatingly long story about how the guy had been jealous of the old pedophile— another one of Mandy's nicknames — Ian had been seeing, and how sweet Ian found it.

It was Mickey who had told Ian, only a few months ago, that he was nothing but a warm mouth to him; an event Ian talked about with moisture in his eyes, claiming how, from then on, he'd stay away. It was Mickey who Ian thought hated him and had asked advice about. It was Mickey who Ian spent most of the day daydreaming about, probably doodling his name in his diary or whatever shit Mandy had relentlessly teased him about.

Now, she tried to picture the other stuff Ian told her — she tried to picture the two of them hanging out and having fun, simply enjoying each other's company — Mandy stopped short. She couldn't imagine it. Sure, she'd seen them hang out when they were with her, but the thought of them alone made her squirm in her seat — there was no way they even had anything to talk about. Mickey didn't just chit-chat and he'd probably tell Ian to shut the fuck up the moment Ian opened his mouth to tell another one of those weird Gallagher stories. She just couldn't imagine Mickey simply being friends with someone — hell, she couldn't even imagine him liking Ian enough to even talk to him. It was a fucked up thing to say but everything she knew about Mickey told her so.

Ian didn't seem gay — you probably wouldn't figure it out until he out-right told you or made out with a guy in front of your eyes; but if you knew him, you'd know he was also sensitive and soft in a weird human way, not just in the stereotypical homosexual way. He was different in a good way, understanding things Lip, for example, or any other guy, simply wouldn't be able to.

Ian was just genuinely different. He was a different type of man from the other Southside douchebags — he was different from his own brother who he always compared himself to.

But she couldn't see that sort of personality working well with Mickey, who was mostly just the exact opposite.

Ian was simply just Ian, and Mickey was akin to an antonym.

And she could definitely see Ian falling in love with Mickey, trying hard to figure him out, crack open his hard, rough, and calloused shell and look deep into his soul, searching for his hidden, golden heart.

But Mandy knew Mickey (at least she thought she did but the gay thing made her genuinely wonder how much she knew after all), and she knew her brother wasn't the 'baddest', meanest asshole on this side of the Chicago river, but he most certainly wasn't far from it. He was crude, brash, rude, and violent, all of the greatest qualities a Milkovich could possess — he was Terry's pride and joy, his prodigy son who'd definitely go places. In Terry's mind going places meant either running drug ops or serving time in federal prison for murder — in Mandy's mind, Mickey's too probably, that was nothing but a wasted life. But Mickey had never trailed off of the path Terry had drawn for him. He never stopped following in his footsteps.

Mandy knew he couldn't, not really. Just like she couldn't stop Terry when he walked into her room drunk some nights, doing something to her she tried to pretend wasn't a big deal, that it didn't matter — but she could hope that her brother, the one closest to her age, the one she liked the most, the one she looked up to more than she wished to, would be the one who made it out of this hell hole. Would make it out and go somewhere new, somewhere where he could learn to love a man beyond just fucking, learn to treat him better than he was treating Ian — better than Mandy knew he was treating him.

She knew Ian's heart was fragile, torn apart by so many awful, creepy men who wanted him for nothing more but his body. He didn't need that from Mickey too — Mickey who had already said it once; Mickey who would not hesitate to beat the redheaded boy up for even mentioning the word gay in his presence, in context to Mickey or not.

Ian deserved better.

Mickey did too.

Mandy glanced through the Kash 'n Grab window, making sure to stay inconspicuous and subtle as she observed what was happening inside the store. She had come here for a reason — she needed to see it again, confirm it with her own eyes; confirm that her eyes hadn't deceived her that day in the kitchen; that Ian and Mickey have truly been 'together' all this time.

She also needed to find the strength to confront them, simply stop pussying out each time she thought about opening her mouth to tell Ian she knew, to tell Mickey his secret was safe with her — whenever she tried to confront Ian and warn him about Mickey, the man she knew he was, and whenever she tried to confront Mickey and warn him about Ian, and what type of man she knew his heart couldn't handle, that type being Mickey — she just couldn't.

Through the dirty windowpane, Mandy saw Mickey sitting on a stool, flipping through the pages of a magazine — she guessed it had something to do with guns or naked chicks, considering how most of Mickey's reading material usually did. His gaze was turned downwards, his security vest wrinkled against his oddly clean shirt — he had been taking showers lately. Mandy wondered if it was because of Ian who was behind the cash register. Mandy wondered how they still hadn't noticed her — it wasn't as if the posters hung on the window next to the store's entrance were much use for a good hiding spot. Nevertheless, she was thankful for the coverage — at least it wasn't obvious she was stalking.

Still, Ian's eyes weren't focused on a magazine or a textbook or even her spying through the glass — those beautiful green orbs were focused solely on Mickey, inspecting his face and body, not even in a sexual way; it was simply just Ian memorizing every single line of Mickey's bruised-up, scowl-etched face. He was gazing softly at him, a look she had seen one too many times on Ian, whether it was when he was describing an amazing night he had spent with his mystery man to Mandy, or simply describing how much progress the two of them were making — how real it was becoming. How sweet his lover was.

Mandy knew Mickey was anything but sweet.

She guessed love made people think and do crazy things. Things a sane person with a clear mind wouldn't even think of doing. She blamed it all on the weird hormones the body produced when you were supposedly in love — they made the brain fuzzy, filling it to the brim with just thoughts about him and him and him.

That's what she felt like with Lip. That's what she didn't want to feel with Lip because it was what he felt with Karen.

Love was an interesting thing.

It was obviously very much incompetently blind.

Mandy was snapped out of her daze when Mickey's eyes caught Ian's from across the store.

Mandy held her breath, expecting Mickey to snap, to yell at Ian like she imagined he had so many times before this one. She was waiting to see, up close in person, how Mickey would manage to shatter another piece of Ian's heart, all until there was nothing more to break. When she saw his lips move inaudibly, she focused her gaze on Ian's face, instead, not wanting to see the angry expression, sometimes so akin to Terry's. But Ian's face didn't fall; it didn't turn his soft gaze and even softer smile into an expression so hurt it was painful to look at it — instead, he lit up.

But it was when Mickey smiled back that she realized how stupid she really was. Iggy had nothing on her, really — she was as dumb as they could get.

Mickey's smile was not just a smile -- it was a full-blown grin, wider than she'd ever seen on his young, yet unbelievably grumpy face, stretching impossibly on his face, white, slightly crooked teeth glinting in the summer glow. It was absolutely beautiful. Mandy had never, in her entire life — perhaps not since they were little kids, still not aware of the big bad world — seen him smile so brightly, his face lighting up more than Ian's. That was when Mandy remembered the small smiles Mickey had been sporting this entire time, when he was deep in thought at the kitchen table, thinking nobody was looking; or when he was texting somebody with his newest burner phone, covering genuine laughs by pouring beer down his throat, then smiling some more.

Mickey didn't stop smiling; not as he nodded towards the door, eyes still locked on Ian's, making Mandy's eyes widen; not when Ian was jumping out of his seat to, Mandy presumed, lock the door so they wouldn't be interrupted; not when Mandy, while fleeing away from the window so she wouldn't be caught, saw out of the corner of her eye, Ian pushing Mickey deeper into the store, their lips pressed carelessly against each other.

The smile ingrained itself into Mandy's brain, and she knew it would become a memory she wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon.

Her entire perception of what Ian and Mickey supposedly were suddenly shifted. She could see it now — she could finally imagine the stories Ian had told her, she could imagine the two of them just kind of working together, opposing personalities and all — she finally thought she actually managed to figure it out.

Maybe it wasn't just Ian being in love with Mickey.

Maybe it was Mickey being in love with Ian too.

When Mandy tried to ask Lip about Ian and his mystery boyfriend, trying to determine if he knew who it was, she wasn't surprised when he didn't tell her, when he didn't even try to make decent, languid conversation with her, his fucking girlfriend.

"It's kind of, um, brother stuff, you know? I can't just tell you." He said absentmindedly as he ran his fingers through the pages a book he had stolen from a nearby bookstore — something random and unimportant that he read instead of college applications — and she hoped, for a few moments, that he would tell her something more. That Lip would trust her enough to let her in on some small part of the secret — would tell her whether he knew who the guy even was.

He didn't.

Mandy wondered if Ian told Mickey more; if he let Mickey in on all of his family's biggest secrets. She wondered if they talked about Lip and Mandy and what a shitshow they were; if they laughed at them — at Mandy — for trying so hard when Lip didn't even care.

Mandy didn't know the answer, but she knew that the answer didn't even matter — Lip had never smiled at her the way Mickey smiled at Ian.

That was all she really needed to know.

The rest of the summer was a blur of messy pregnancies, even messier breakups, and crazy weddings — Mandy didn't even know how shit had hit the fan so soon.

When Ian came to say goodbye, Mandy tried to stop him; she tried to tell him about the smile she saw, about the Gallagher-Milkovich theory she had — how she believed that, although he and Mandy would have been soulmates in some faraway universe, he was Mickey's soulmate in this one, wedding and unborn baby be damned.

She said nothing, though.

She pretended not to have known all along.

Mandy had thought, before she knew some part of the truth, that Mickey was the type of man who would never cry. That he was like Terry that way — hard as a rock, emotionless.

She had seen his smile. The smile that helped her understand — helped her realize the sad truth.

The sad truth that Mickey was in love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. That she had never seen him smile as bright as he did that day. That he had never seemed more relaxed than he did that one afternoon in the kitchen, running his fingers over Ian's body so gently, staking his claim with softly whispered words. That she had seen Ian gaze softly back at him. Laugh with him. That she had witnessed, unaware, Ian cracking open Mickey's hard exterior, pushing his walls down so hard that they probably wouldn't come back up no matter how hard Mickey pushed.

She had been so consumed with Lip and Karen, with her own love — unrequited as it was — that she missed the one that mattered; the one that she could have helped flourish if she had tried, instead of putting all her efforts into Lip who didn't even care. Perhaps she could have stopped Mickey from sleeping with that whore and knocking her up; perhaps she could have told him what she wanted to tell Ian weeks later; perhaps she could have stopped the wedding.

But she didn't.

As Ian stepped outside and hugged Mandy goodbye, apologizing for not telling her sooner and having her find out the way she did, promising her that if he could he would have told her from the start, she understood that they had all made choices they now wished they hadn't.

What was life if not a series of choices, whether they be as simple as choosing breakfast, or as complicated as telling someone the truth? And you could choose every single one of the choices presented to you — if you thought you couldn't, you'd just taken the easy way out. She wondered what would have happened if they had the balls to choose the things that mattered to them, and stopped caring about what the world forced them to believe was right and wrong. All she did was wonder.

They could have all done different things. What they couldn't do is change it now.

She told Mickey he was a pussy. It was like looking in a mirror.

She pretended not to hear him cry that night, as she held back her own tears, afraid, so afraid, that she had lost somebody so close to her, somebody who understood, somebody who cared — Ian wasn't coming back, was he? Ian was long gone, on a bus to base camp, ready to get shipped off to some unknown place where he'd probably die within a second of stepping on the battlefield.

He could've chosen to stay and fight on this one.

He didn't.

Milkoviches and Gallaghers mixed, somehow attracted to each other like magnets — but perhaps they simply mixed with Ian Gallagher the best. Maybe Milkoviches and Gallaghers were just all doomed to fail. Mandy didn't cry over Lip, although she knew she would eventually.

But she cried over her best friend.

Mandy knew Mickey was doing the same.

All this time, Mandy was sure Mickey would break Ian Gallagher's heart.

She just didn't know Ian would end up breaking Mickey's too.

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Of Monsters and Men

Chapter 8- Bottled Appetites

Summary: A peaceful day can turn sour so fast, but alas, it still never fails to bring you adventure. Whether you’re ready for it or not.

Warnings: Jaskier being stubit, blood, Geralt being a hottie, a bit of smut

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Today couldn't be more beautiful, the sun is shining her grand radiance and the forest is full of life as you listen to the singing of birds from your comfortable spot on a large tree branch that's hanging over top of Geralt. He's currently focused intently on fishing out a djinn to hopefully cure his sleep apnea that's been really bothering him as of late. Well, that's at least the reasoning he's claimed.

You've tried to help him with herbs, potions, and more sensual physical activities. But nothing has appeared to work, so here he is, grumpier then usual as he throws a fishing net into the river in hopes that he'll snag himself a djinn in a bottle.

Laying your back against the long branch, one of your legs swings casually back and forth as you listen to your surroundings. Your stomach growls from lack of any sufficient food in the last two days when your ears suddenly hear the tell tale singing of a certain bard as he strolls through the woodland in search of his long time friends, "Cause you all know. That this bard. Loved ladies from Nilfgaard. 'Cause Nilfgaard can kiss my..." Sings the bard as he wanders down the trail until his eyes land on your Witcher, "Geralt! Hello. What's it been months? Years? What is time, anyway? I heard you and Y/N...wherever she is....were in town.' His voice is just as cheerful and upbeat as you'd remembered, "Are you following me, you scamp? I mean I'm flattered and everything, but I think that feisty lady of yours may start to get jealous." Rambles Jaskier as he takes out his flask.

He takes a small sip before offering it to Geralt, who ignores him, Jaskier shakes this off and keeps to his questioning when suddenly you drop down from seemingly out of nowhere. Doing a fantastic job at scaring the shit out of Jaskier in your abrupt arrival, he yelps before stumbling back a few feet. "Dear gods Y/N have you been just hanging around in the treetops like some type of...of..bat?" He stammers breathlessly, a hand over his thudding heart.

Smirking at him you throw him a quick wink, "Only for you my humble bard." He stands up straight as a light blush dusts his cheeks as you turn to follow Geralt down the side of the river path, while he searches for a better spot to catch this djinn, Jaskier trailing behind you both.

"Geralt, you're fantastic at a great many things, but clearly, fishing is not one of them. Have you caught anything today? What are you fishing for, exactly?" Intrudes Jaskier as Geralt fiddles with his netting while you lean against a tree, "Is it cod? Carp?" He looks to you for a second before his attentions back on Geralt, "Pike? Bream? I'm just....I'm just listing off fish that I know. Zander? Is that a fish?" Wonders the bard as he raises a brow at you.

You simply shrug, "He's not fishing, can't sleep." Jaskier nods, not sure what to do with that information.

"Right. Good. Well, that...makes sense. In so much that it sort of...doesn't." Frowns Jaskier as he suddenly looks a bit more worried, "What's going on Geralt, talk to me."

Geralt stops before letting out a tired sigh as he looks to Jaskier, "A djinn." Is all he admits before he's back to grappling with his net.

You watch as Jaskier's face scrunches up in deep confusion, "A what?"

"I'm looking for a djinn." Grumbles Geralt as the bards face looks even more puzzled then before.

Then all at once it seems that he's finally connected the dots, a smirk breaking upon his face as he sets his hands onto either hip, "For a dj....for a djinn? A dj...like a genie?" Laughs Jaskier as he wiggles his fingers in a playful manner, "The floaty fellas with the....the bad tempers and the banned magics, that kind of genie?"

Geralt stand up once again, a hard expression across his brow while Jaskier fails at concealing his laughter, "Yes. It'll grant me wishes. It's in this river somewhere. And I can't FUCKING SLEEP!" Snaps Geralt, golden eyes glowing even brighter as his anger boils over.

Geralt glances to you for a brief moment before turning and walking further down the river path, the bard follows suite as you trail behind them, amused at Jaskier's continuous rambling about his latest adventures and the possible reason why Geralt is so sleep deprived.

"Have you ever considered why you may be feeling this way hm, let's say...oh I don't know, we find the root of the problem. I mean, maybe, just maybe this whole sleeplessness-ness has got something to do with what the druid Mousesack said to you guys in Cintra? You know, the Law of Surprise? Destiny? Being unable to escape the child that belongs to you, et cetera, et cetera?" Inquires Jaskier as you watch Geralt prepare to throw in the net.

"No! Y/N was there too and she's fine....this is something else." Grumbles your Witcher as he throws his net into the waters below.

Jaskier looks from you to Geralt, hands on his hips the whole time, "Yeah, you're probably right. But what if you're not? You know, the Countess de Stael once said to me...that destiny is just the embodiment of the soul's desire to grow." Explains Jaskier he walks past you to sit down on a log.

A small laugh escapes from your lips as you turn to the bard, "Did you sing to her before she left?" You honestly couldn't help yourself, pushing Jaskier's buttons is just a solid talent of yours.

He looks out at the water, "I did, actually, and she.." His head quickly turns to you once he realizes what that comment suggested, "Why, what are you implying?" Wonders Jaskier as he tilts his head to you, a smirk breaks out upon your face as you then bite your lip to keep silent. He gets up from the log, an abashed expression crossing his features, "Oh, we are so having this conversation. Come on, Y/N. Geralt. Tell me. Be honest. How's my singing?"

You cross your arms over your chest while casually looking out at the river and pretend that he hasn't even said anything, although you're certain Geralt on the other hand will add his two cents. He tosses his net out into the water once again before turning to Jaskier, "It's like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling." Deadpans Geralt as you burst with laughter, Jaskier looking rather taken aback as his eyes go wide in surprise.

"You need a nap! I mean are you trying to hurt my feelings, Geralt? It's...it's down-downright indecorous of you, if I'm completely honest, and.." He quickly loses interest once Geralt unveils a bottle from his net, "Wow. Wow. What is...what is that?" Questions Jaskier as Geralt holds the djinn bottle in his muddy hands, you hover over his shoulder as you stare at the thing in amazement. It doesn't look like much but the wizards seal on the bottles cork is truly telling, too bad it doesn't have a three course meal inside.

"It's a wizards seal. The djinn." Geralt confirms softly as he studies the enchanted bottle until Jaskier suddenly grabs onto the bottles other handle.

"Do you mind if I...."

"Jaskier." Snaps Geralt as you stand back to watch, deciding it more entertaining if you don't intervene.

The bard points an accusing finger in his direction, "Take it back about my filling-less pie. Take it back, you get your djinny-djinn-djinn."

Rolling your crimson eyes you set a hand on your hip, "Let go Jask."

He turns to you with a fake sneer before snapping his attention back to your stoic Witcher, "No! No, you let go, you horse's arse!" Suddenly the bottle slips from Geralt's hand as he looks down at the cork in his fist, a confused expression on his handsome features as nothing appears to happen around either of them.

Jaskier studies the bottle in his hand, looking rather disappointed, "That's a bit of an anticlimax." He mutters dismally at the boring turn of events, although you can't help but notice as a soft supernatural whispering begins to make itself known to your hypersensitive ears, then right on cue does the wind begin to pick up, the woods feeling a bit darker as the clouds go grey up above, "Or is it?" He says excitedly as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Crossing your arms over your chest, your nerves prick at the odd change in the atmosphere, "Shit." You mumble while Jaskier walks past Geralt, he gives you a sour look as you grimace in knowing annoyance.

Standing on the edge of the riverbank, Jaskier points to the sky, "Djinn, I have freed thee, and as of this day, I am thy lord. Firstly, may Valdo Marx the troubadour of Cidaris, be struck down with apoplexy and die. Secondly, the Countess de Stael must welcome me back with glee, open arms and very little clothing. Thirdly..." Geralt quickly pulls him back in an attempt to shut him up before something terrible happens to him.

"Jaskier! Stop. There are only three wishes." Warns Geralt as you stand next to him, the both of you staring the bard down like two disappointed parents.

"You're a fucking idiot, Jask." You add bluntly as he simply rolls his blue eyes, unbothered by this djinn considering his two friends are a Witcher and dhampire.

"Only three wishes!" Grumbles Geralt as Jaskier observes his agitated demeanor.

"Oh, come on, you got Y/N, she's quite literally the best thing that's ever happened to you...how was I to know you wanted three wishes all to yourself?" Shouts the bard over the loud enchanted winds that are rapidly starting to build, ones that are rocking the tree branches and leaves every which way, as well as your hair.

"I just want some damn peace!" Bellows Geralt in frustration.

"Well, here's your peace!" Snaps Jaskier before idiotically smashing the bottle upon the ground in a blind moment of irritation.

Geralt quickly squats down to pick up the broken shards as you reach down to do the same, while picking them up he accidentally cuts himself on a sharp edge. You can instantly smell the blood, and though you haven't given into darker temptations in a long while. You're rather hungry from lack of coin to pay for any such meals that would gladly satisfy you, and right now it feels too much.

Snapping away from Geralt, you stand to your full height as you finally notice how sickly peculiar Jaskier is starting to appear, "Uh Y/N.." Gasps the bard breathlessly as he holds a hand to his throat, "Y/N...it's the djinn!" Stammers Jaskier as he points towards the river, you snap your attention to find a wispy black and purple mass racing for the three of you over the water.

Your eyes go wide in startled bewilderment, "Geralt!" You shout just as he stands and uses his magic to propel the creature back where it decides to take off into the sky.

Your Witcher stares up at the horizon as you catch the enthralling scent of blood once more, god you should really have eaten some berries or at least stolen something earlier to avoid this terrible primal hunger. You look over to Jaskier who's not looking too hot, a tiny trail of blood seeps out of the side of his mouth, his neck forming an unnatural lump as he wheezes in pain.

Geralt snaps his golden eyes down to the panicking bard, "Jaskier." He speaks before Jask leans over, a ruby red spurt of blood bursting from out of his mouth as he tries to gasp for breath, "Y/N?" Pleads Geralt in hopes that you can help him somehow. Though you're certain that if you would get any closer, you may break and give into your deeper vampiric desires that you've held at bay for so long. The part of you that has forever kept yourself from ever truly feeling human.

Shaking your head you flicker your eyes over to him, "I...I can't....I'm too starved....I'm sorry." You breath out, taking a cautious step back, the scent of Jaskier's warm blood on the breeze is enough to make your mouth water.

He purses his lips together, knowing that you can't do much for the time being, "Fuck." Grumbles Geralt as he quickly picks up Jaskier before booking it down the trail for Roach.

——

You follow in the form of a pack of bats close behind your boys as Geralt leads Roach to a small camp in the woods. You watch as he yells in question for a doctor, Jaskier slumped to the side as he leans into Geralt's broad back. Quickly a soldier confirms that an elven healer is inside, you land on a large firm tree branch, turning back into your original form as you watch them scurry into the grand white tent.

You focus your hearing and learn that if Jaskier's wounds are not treated by proper magic remedies, then he will certainly die. A pang of worry strikes you at the thought of your bard gone, and you do feel quite terrible knowing that he's in so much pain. But to your great or at least somewhat relief does the elf give Jaskier a pain relieving liquid concoction, thus explaining that a malicious and cunning mage is imprisoned in the mayor's house in the next town over who could heal the bards wounds.

A prominent feeling of uneasiness and caution surges throughout you at the thought of meeting another mage after months of evading any at all. Soon enough they quickly exit the tent and find themselves upon Roach's back before they take off in the direction of the closest town. With a heavy sigh you jump from the tree, shifting into a pack of whimsical black bats as you fly after Geralt throughout the tree tops and evening sky.

You're flight feels short lived as a couple miles later does Geralt finally find the large brick house of the mayor, its a rather beautiful place positioned on the edge of a huge lake with woods comfortably surrounding it. Roach gallops onto the gravel road when suddenly a tough half bald bearded man walks up to them. He gives them a hard time before Geralt abruptly knocks him out with a sack of coins, much to your amusement.

He takes Roach to the stables as you fly downward towards the ground, just as Geralt walks out of the barn with Jaskier dangling over his shoulder, you hastily shift back into your more presentable self. He gives you a nod of acknowledgment before a stern and determined look appears onto his hard features as he practically strides towards the closest wooden door. You follow behind as you clench your fists together in an attempt at distracting yourself from your ever growing hunger, the blood seeping out of Jaskier's mouth smells sweet as fresh berries as it wafts into your nostrils.

He wheezes in pain with every step that Geralt takes down the wine filled hallway which is enough to keep yourself from doing anything you'll regret later. He walks through a doorway before gently setting Jaskier onto the kitchen table, you follow in after him, your crimson eyes going wide as they find a naked man holding a brown shiny jug. He stares in awe at the three of you just as he drops his jug onto the stone floor below.

What the fuck?

A large drunken half smile makes its way onto his face, "Velcome...to my vome." Cheerfully announces the grey haired naked man, his arms spread wide in greeting, other parts of him also hanging out to your great disgust.

"You're the Mayor of Rinde?" Wonders Geralt as he looks to Jaskier.

Looking anywhere but the man, you throw a hand up before resting it onto your hip, "Our day has already been weird enough, why not meet a naked man in his home to top it all off, huh?" You jest with a nervous laugh, almost certain that this fool has been enchanted. He has to be, right?

The bard makes more wheezing sounds as Geralt's brow furrows in worry, "Uh, it there a mage that lives here?" The naked man turns to something sitting near Jaskier as his face shifts to that of realization.

"Ah. De apple jvuce. She vants some. And she alvays gets...vhat she vants." Whispers the man with a telling nod, oh yes he is without a doubt under some type of spell.

Geralt turns a confused eye to you, "I don't understand. Does he want me to get him the apple juice?" You turn your eyes back to the man as he goes to sit down in a chair, you look back to Geralt with a shrug, "No idea? Let's just find this fucking mage." You grumble as Jaskier tries to nod.

Your Witcher grabs the apples juice and the scruff of the bards baby blue jacket as he goes to walk into the nearest doorway. You turn back to the naked potbellied man only to be greeted with his loud snores, shaking your head you amble after your boys. As you follow closely behind Geralt you look down to notice as a greenish mist cascades out from under the closed door. He quickly pulls it open as more billows out and into the hallway, there's nothing on the other side but an ascending staircase, to the left another closed doorway that seems to have even more of the mist coming from it.

It's strange, you can hear muffled moaning on the other side and the rapid beating of many loud heartbeats. Your questions are quickly answered as the two of them walk into the next open doorway only to stumble upon a massive orgy. You keep behind the wall as you crinkle your nose in disgust at the strong scent of sex, sweat, and perfume in the air, a less than pleased expression crossing your features at the sickening toxins.

One that most likely matches Geralt's if you didn't know any better. You listen closely as he walks through the moaning crowd before he plops Jaskier next to someone, you feel almost sick from lack of food and the smell of this place is just about driving you mad. But you can't face the mage, something just doesn't feel right.

You listen as he speaks to her, your heart falling into your throat as she replies back, that voice, you haven't heard that voice in decades. But how? How could she be here of all places to be? Shaking your thoughts from your mind you eves drop in on their conversation until she begins to give him a hard time about payment, sounding rather too sensual for your liking.

"It's spreading, fix it. And I'll pay you. Whatever the price." Mutters Geralt to the familiar mage as he looks up at her from his spot near the small stairway that she's standing on.

"You'll have to do better then juice." Answers the mage slyly as she contemplates this intriguing new proposition.

"Yennefer." She stops in her tracks, her body tense as realization crosses her masked face, "Don't be difficult." You add as Geralt steps to the side, a confused expression on his face as he looks from you to Yennefer and back to you again.

She takes a step down, a small smirk adoring her ruby red lips as she looks you over, "Now this...is a surprise, how long's it been? I honestly wasn't certain that our paths would ever cross again, I was almost hoping they wouldn't....but alas. Here you are....it's good to see you Y/N." She smiles, studying your bloodshot eyes due to your increase in hunger, she smiles, "You look, famished." Concludes the mage with a tilt of her head.

You slightly shrug, "What a kind way to say I look like I'm halfway into hell....now, save him before he bleeds anymore."

She smiles, looking down at the djinn's bottle cap, "As you command, princess Y/N." Quips Yennefer with a smirk as she looks around the room, "Ragamuffin!" And just like that the mass orgy stops, the participating villagers snapping back to reality in the process. They quickly scramble to cover themselves as Yennefer looks to the two of you, nodding for you three to follow her to where she can heal Jaskier.

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After clearing out half the pantry and about two small bottles of wine, you're finally satiated and no more half starved. You casually sit on the kitchen table as Geralt stares at the floor in worry for the bard and in deep questioning thought about how the hell you know Yennefer. You could practically cut the tension with a knife, but then much to your relief she comes walking down the steps.

Calmly announcing that Jaskier is in a deep healing sleep, and that you both urgently need a bath, something you wholeheartedly agree on. She hands the both of you some clean clothes as she directs you into the direction of the bathhouse, going elsewhere to give you both some privacy.

You walk into the steamy warm room as Geralt shuts the door, locking it as you start to unlace your top, "Y/N how do you know..."

"Ask me when I'm in the bath, then I'll indulge you for some of my hidden past....dealings." You interrupt with the flash of a smile before throwing off your top and bra. You face away from him as you kick off your boots, quickly shimmying out of your dark pants and undergarments as you stand stark naked by the heated pool.

Turning a quick glance behind you, your eyes catch Geralt's as his golden irises trail down your body, he looks away as an embarrassed grin makes its way onto his handsome face. You smile to yourself, turning to lower your tired vessel into the steaming waters. Sighing in pleasure at how the bath feels blessedly nice after many moons of going without a proper clean.

You close your eyes as your sit peacefully by the waters edge, a smirk playing at your lips as Geralt's muscular body gets in after you. You listen intently as he lets himself enjoy the warmth before some water swishes and he's pressed firmly against your side. An arm draped over your shoulder as his other one leans against the cool stony edge, you can just tell that he's taking you all in even as his mind swirls with questions.

"Y/N? What did you get into before you met me....or I guess what type of trouble? Although I do happen to recall your hatred for wizards and mages alike." Mutters your Witcher as he looks down at your relaxed form, your body but a nude distortion under the clear waters of the pool.

Humming in acknowledgment, you open a scarlet eye to look up at him as you give him a small smile, you can tell that if it wasn't for how curious he is at the moment, he'd without a doubt be turning you into a moaning mess by the waters edge within minutes, "I know Yennefer because...I....well I was a type of courier in Aretuza for many years." His dark brows furrow in thought, not sure what you're getting at so you continue, "The mage academy, I traveled there because I searched for the aid of the mages, you see, I had found a farm girl who was bitten by a werewolf and survived. Her father said he would pay me if I delivered her into their care, double if they cured her."

His hand trails tiny patterns against your arm, "And what did you do?"

"I was able to save her life, we had a week before the next full moon and a mage there had the needed remedy to reverse the lycanthropy. After that, I stayed with her there as she recovered from the whole ordeal...considering the process of taking away ones curse is a painful one." You explain as he laces a hand with your own, invested in your story with every new word coming from your lips, "In my time, I investigated the grounds...I was only two-hundred something then...I wanted to see everything. So I did, in doing so, and yes I'm aware this is going to sound quite unlike myself...but, I made a friend."

He hums, squeezing your arm gently in reply, "Her name was Tissaia de Vries, though that hardly matters now it's been so long, anyways....she appeared to like me well enough, I needed a place to cover myself from the rain, and coin to keep me alive and she knew what I was useful for. I basically became a raven, I would take precious letters, scrolls, or artifacts from Aretuza to wherever needed and vise versa. It was safer that way, no one would dare fuck with a dhampir of all travelers, and the ones who did promptly regretted it...and I got to live in the academy for free. It was perfect."

"When did you meet Yennefer?"

"Sometime after a good many years as a courier slash traveling body guard for high end royals who payed well, Tissaia had just brought her to Aretuza for the first time and while walking near her room I could smell the blood pouring out of her slashed wrists, the fool was trying to kill herself." He glances down at you, more intrigued then ever.

(Cue flashback)

"Check on piglet would you Y/N, I'll be gathering the girls for their first lesson shortly in the greenhouse. Make sure she's up." Says Tissaia as she writes something down on a piece of parchment with her quill.

Setting down some type of golden box onto one of her many counters you turn to her, "The little bird seems hardly mage material if I'm being honest....she's afraid, nervous, and ridiculously troubled...not to mention that hunched back of hers, poor things truly had it rough, now things only feel worse to her. You really know how to pick'em don't you?" You muse with a smirk as she continues to write, "Doesn't matter, everyone starts somewhere. I'll go find her, doubt she's decided to venture very far." You add before walking out the doorway and into the stony halls of the enchanted academy.

You pass by a couple mages here and there as you find your way to the novice's rooms in the lower section of the giant castle, you suddenly stop as you've successfully made it to her door. Not caring enough to knock, you swing it open as you find the sad hunchbacked girl, who's sniffling pathetically in her creaky bed, "Greetings little bird, how was your sleep?" Your voice is lively as you smile down in her direction while more dismal sniffles sound, a small half-frown graces your features as you cross your arms over your chest, "Can't say very well considering you've lost a good amount of blood, which I might add is not ideal for your first day of lessons or in general if we're being honest. You're seriously lucky I wasn't starving when I found you."

She sighs, "I don't want to do any lessons. Just leave me. You should have just let me die...at least I still had control over that." She whispers sadly, her back is still turned to you as you take another step closer.

Lightly chuckling, she turns to you, a harsh glare crossing her puffy features as you scoff, "That's hilarious. You really think that you had control? You didn't have shit little bird....you didn't have control, you were losing it." Her crooked face morphs into a frustrated glare as she thinks over your words, you simply shrug, "Now, you've survived and are very much alive whether you like it or not, it's close to the hour for your first lessons as a real mage in training, important shit for your kind. So get up little bird, it's time to fly."

She sniffles once more before giving you a downcast expression, "I can't."

Touching her shoulder in as comforting of a manner as you can muster you smile kindly down at her, "Listen, you can either let the world fuck you like a cheap whore, or you can become a dragon who does whatever the hell they please. Which is it my crooked friend? Who are you going to become?"

Slowly sitting up onto the edge of her bed, she rubs her nose, the tiniest bit of confidence flashing through her purple eyes, "A dragon." She whispers softly, a small spark of life coursing through her once again.

(End flashback)

"I had no idea, this whole time." Whispers Geralt.

You gently nudge his bare shoulder, "Yeah well you never exactly asked, and I didn't feel it important because it isn't or I guess wasn't....that is, until we happened to meet her this evening. Weirder circumstances have be felled us."

"That is true, its just, you were actual friends with mages." Says Geralt like its the most surprising thing in the world, "Now I understand how you knew Mousesack. I had always wondered about that."

"Hmm. Right, well you see and meet a lot of different people when you can't age. He's gotten greyer since the last time, Yennefer however, she still looks the same."

Geralt squeezes your hand, "And you, look even more radiant."

He looks down at you once more, the flash of something new and intriguing shinning bright in his golden eyes as they trail up and down your body. You smirk, pulling his arm from you as you position yourself in front of him, reaching your arms out to push his thighs apart. He eyes you up the whole time, hardness beginning to grow underneath the waters as you touch his shoulders, lining yourself up against him, ready to claim him completely, by just inches.

You softly kiss him, "Fuck me so that damn witch knows exactly who you belong to." His hands trail up to your sides as he pushes you down on his erect member, a low hum escaping your lips at the contact, his fullness pleasantly stretching your walls from within the steamy waters.

Geralt kisses you once more, another upon your neck as he smiles, "Such a compelling offer..." His words evade him as a moan leaves from his parted lips as you begin to ride him, the pools water swishing as you bounce. The next twenty minutes are spent fucking each other until you're one-hundred percent positive that Yennefer could hear every scream and thrust.

Just as you'd intended.

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You stand at the foot of Jaskier's extravagant bed as Yennefer watches from the doorframe, Geralt near his side as the bard sleeps peacefully away his troubles and malevolent enchantment. Geralt looks on at him, a distraught expression crossing over his features as Yennefer asks if he doubts her capabilities. He grumbles a truthful no, as his only cause of worry is that if Jaskier never wakes up he'll feel terrible for the unkind words that were said to him before all this mess happened.

She smiles when he grumbles about her actual intentions, she simply walks past you over to her table of spices and herbs, but before she can get to it Geralt makes note of how the sign from the djinn's seal is marked upon the floor with candle wax. Her face falters as she realizes that she's been found out, you had figured something was up the moment you stepped into the room and saw it near the end of the large bed.

Leaning yourself against one of the bed posts, you listen as Geralt declares that he's going to take Jaskier now to prevent Yennefer from summoning the djinn, she smartly explains that if he does, then the spell won't take. So you're all essentially stuck until Jaskier is healed, whenever that may be. She turns to open a tiny bottle of oil on her stand, nonchalantly rubbing it into the skin of her wrist as she magically sets the summoning circle candles on fire, an enchanted burst of wind sending the drapes of the bed flying and flapping into the air, your hair as well.

This doesn't sit right with your Witcher at all, especially when she asks how many wishes he has made, Geralt doesn't give her a direct answer until he lets slip that Jask has only used two wishes. Her face perks up at this news, she gives you a mischievous wink before walking over to Geralt, who looks like something strange is happening to him.

You can smell the scent of lilac and gooseberries wafting throughout the room as she walks closer to him, "Tough to get in your head. You have a strong will, but you can't contend with me." You suddenly feel rather sleepy as Geralt looks down at her in anger, instead of helping him, you sit down on the bed and try your best to listen, "Sorry I couldn't be more direct, I knew you two would fight it. And I do love a good old-fashioned trap." She muses as your eyelids begins to grow heavy, a yawn leaving your mouth as you rest a hand against the soft inviting mattress.

So soft, so tired, how'd you get so sleepy?

Against everything in you that's screaming for you to stay awake to stop Yennefer, you feel utterly relaxed, so much so that instead of helping Geralt to stay conscious. You lay yourself on the giant bed, you blearily stare up at the dark wooden ceiling in false content, everything feels so warm and lovely. The room swirls and shifts as you tiredly close your crimson eyes, the sweet enchanting scent of lilac lulling you into a deep and blissful slumber.

Breathing in sharply, you stretch in the soft bed as your eyes finally open to the morning light pouring out from the two giant glass windows on either side of the bed. You're laying on your left side so as you focus better, you're surprised to find Jaskier laying on his back next to you. This is definitely not Geralt, so how did you get here?

Oh right, Yennefer.

Quickly sitting yourself up you look to the end of the bed where Yennefer is sitting, topless as she rubs something onto her bare abdomen. Your brows furrow as you stare at her back, "What the fuck are you doing?" You question, no heat really in your words, you're honestly more confused then anything at the moment.

Without looking at you she starts, "I need the djinn Y/N, this is how I intend to take it."

Sliding off of the side of the bed, you walk around so that you can lean against the wooden beam to see what she's getting at, "That's rather vague Yenn, but if I was to make an educated guess from my clever sleuthing, or just general understanding of how that clapping monkey of a brain works. I'd say you're trying to summon the fucker so your last wish may be for a child in your womb. Nice tattoo by the way, very original." You nod to the dark colored insignia on her lower abdomen in the shape of the female reproductive system, who would have guessed she was such as artist.

She glances at you for a second, anger slowly building in her chest, "How very clever indeed Y/N, even in old age does your mind stay as sharp as a tack." Her tone is bluntly sarcastic, but you stay unaltered by her jest.

You tilt your head at her, "Djinn's are finicky creatures, I wouldn't try and do exactly what I think you're going to do."

"And what is that?" She snaps, her eyes focused ahead.

Rolling your eyes you let out an irritated huff of air, "Become the djinn's physical vessel, its suicide...and you know it. Even the most powerful of mages cannot harness the true strength and imperium of the djinn, what would compel you to attempt this? What will having a child gain you, in this world of all places?"

She doesn't have time to answer as Jaskier suddenly wakes up with a start, he pushes himself up into a sitting position as he squints from the bright light of the room, "Oh, uh...where am I?" His eyes quickly land on the bare back of Yennefer since he can't see you from behind the thick pulled back curtain, "Whew! Uh...Right. Good. Good. Uh...Not to be untoward or anything...but, did we...you know, do the uh..." She slowly covers her bare torso and chest with her thin golden white top as she turns around to face him and crawl upon the bed, "Ooh, Go...Oh, no! No! Definitely did not butter that biscuit." Rushes Jaskier as he scrambles to get off, you watch as he shuffles past you, his eyes going wide in puzzlement, "Oh hello there Y/N, nice morning huh....oh shit, uh...look lady I'm so sorry, but I've just remembered I left my...cat, on the, stove."

He walks backwards as Yennefer continues her stalk towards him, "I...I uh, we really must going, isn't that right Y/N!" He exclaims as he quickly bends down to put on his shoes. You're not entirely sure how to handle this situation if you're being totally honest, you're not exactly one to stop people from living their dreams, especially if it's Yennefer doing something stupid and you also rather enjoy watching Jaskier piss himself.

Her eyes darken, "Express your deepest desires and you can be on your way." She asserts as her hand picks up a knife from her drawer.

"Well, my deepest desires are currently satisfied, thank you so much." Sputters Jaskier as Yennefer uses her power to slam him against the nearby wall.

"Is this really necessary?" You remark as she focuses on the bard.

"Yes." Is all that comes forth from her lips as she goes to threaten Jaskier, "How's your throat?"

"Uh.." Jaskier gives you a nervous glance before snapping back to the approaching mage.

Smiling wickedly she takes another step closer, "Perhaps you should try some scales."

Jaskier flinches back as the mage grabs a hold of him, "Uh...Toss a coin to your Witcher. O, valley of...penis. Oh, God." He stammers as Yenn grabs his junk in one hand and presses a knife against his throat in the other.

"If you want to keep all you have...make a damn wish." She threatens with malice, Jaskier breathing heavily in fear, he doesn't say anything as he throws pleading eyes your way. Scoffing she lets go of him and instead walks over to kneel down at the circle of burning candles, "Make a damn wish! Do it now!" Shouts the insane witch, an enchanted breeze finding its way into the room even with lack of opened windows.

Jaskier slides down the wall as he looks to you who only shrugs in reply, this is his problem now. He shifts his attention back to the mage, "I don't...I don't know! I wish very badly to leave this place forever!" Cries Jaskier as Yennefer gasps, her breathing going deeper as she begins to chant something in Eldar. The room instantly fills with winds, papers flying across the room at the intrusion.

Holding tightly onto the shaking wooden beam of the bed you glance from Jaskier to Yennefer, "You're fucking crazy Yennefer! This is madness!" She all but ignores you, her chanting getting louder and louder as the magical winds send your hair flying in all directions, "Fuck. Jaskier get out of here while you can, the djinn is close I can feel it!" You scream above the noise, he quickly nods before jumping to his feet and racing out the opened door.

You turn a worried face to Yennefer, "I'm not sure about you but, lets not invite a fucking genie into this place! You don't even own it! And stop speaking Eldar before this dark fucker possesses you!" She doesn't even give you a glance, as right on cue does the black wispy shadow of the djinn seep into the room and hastily flow into her body.

Your eyes go wide at the abrupt turn of events, "Fine. I'll save you myself, fucking mages." You mutter before taking a step forward, in an instant her eyes shoot open to reveal a sickly pink covering the entirety of her whole eyeball, she shoots up a hand and before you have a chance to do anything. Your whole body is thrown back into the hard glass window and straight out into the misty morning air as you free fall towards the grassy courtyard below.

Taken off guard but anticipating the nearing ground, you quickly stop yourself and levitate mere inches from the earth. You lower your feet onto the grass, an annoyed sigh leaving your lips as you pick some glass shards out of your arms and pant legs. You stand in the morning light beginning to rethink your life choices when pained screams are heard from up above, it's Yennefer, she's screaming at Geralt to make a wish so she can finally have all the power. Clearly things are not going well by any means, so instead of leaving her to an inevitable demise like how you'd planned, you fly back up to the broken window and right into the windy chaotic mess of a room.

A pillow nearly misses your head when you arrive just as the djinn screams for Geralt to use his wish on anything that he so desires. You jog over to the circle of candles as his golden eyes find yours, "Just make a fucking wish!" You shout before the djinn compels Yennefer to throw you against the far wall in an act of mindless rage. You're back hits the wood first, your head cracking against it with a thud, ouch.

You fall to the messy floor in a daze, a single trickle of blood falling down the side of your temple as you stand to slowly regain your bearings once again. Although when you look up, it appears that Geralt has spoken his last wish, the wind has dissipated and Yennefer seems to have come around to her mostly normal self.

Breathing heavily from her spot on the floor she turns to you, "Is it over?" She whispers tiredly, "Is it done?"

Sensing movement from the attic you zero in on the noise, "Oh fuck it's still here!" You bellow before the ceiling crumbles and cracks open, wood, stone, metal and whatever else bursting through as the djinn destroys the roof. Your eyes go wide as a large piece of wood breaks away, heading straight for Yennefer, more chunks racing down for Geralt as well.

In a blur you're able to save them both from a suddenly violent death as you rest them against the floor away from the destructive mess happening near the bed and windows. Geralt sits up and scoots back as you rest your old friend upon a soft red and gold pillow, she's asleep from the quick rushed movement you'd just subjected her to. You're going to have to remember that not everyone is very fond of whiplash.

Leaning over her, you lightly shake her arm, "Yennefer. It's me, Y/N. Wake up idiot." Her lavender irises slowly flicker open as you sit back, a sigh of relief leaving your parted lips as you turn to make sure Geralt's alright. He's already asleep on another large blue pillow, so much for the mighty Witcher.

"Wha...what?" She mumbles softly before her eyes open wider in realization, "Y/N why did you stop me! I nearly had it, I was so close and you ruined it, why di..."

Your brows furrow in confusion at her needless outburst, "You had shit, I saved your life! You ungrateful..."

"Oh, well I saved that fucking bard's life and your precious Witcher's...but now he's let the djinn escape! Who knows what havoc it'll wreak now that it has no vessel at all?" She fumes, glaring at you angrily.

Rolling your scarlet eyes at her frustration, you sit down on the carpeted floor, "No more havoc then you. Djinns are only dark creatures when held captive."

"How can you be so sure?" She snaps.

You raise an eyebrow at her, "When did you last feel happy when you felt trapped? And besides, if you were going to portal us to safety, you could have taken us out of this shit town!"

Yennefer huffs in annoyance, "A fine critique if you could make a portal yourself. Or better yet, turn into a giant bat and fly us away from here...and it wasn't a shit town, it was fine till you and your two incompetent imbeciles came along. I had a plan!" She exclaims pointedly as you begin to chuckle.

Her glare hard pressed as you smirk, "And that was going rather swimmingly!"

"It was!" Snaps Yennefer, "Like a drowning fish." She looks to you with angry eyes, her fire slowly brimming as a smile breaks out onto her face.

"More like a dead and dry one." You muse with a laugh as you frown, "oh gods look at us, how'd we ever get here huh....from Aretuza to the destroyed aftermath of a fucking djinn."

Her face falters for a moment as she thinks over your words, "Who can say? Bad choices perhaps, maybe we do it to ourselves for the fun of it."

"Maybe you're just a thrill seeker." She gives you a half offended glare as you simply stick your tongue out at her, "But we've survived nonetheless, I'll take that as a promising sign for the time being."

"I guess that means something then." She looks down to her hands, a downcast expression crossing her sweaty features, "I am glad to have seen you again in all honesty, it's just been a very long while since I've seen anyone familiar." Admits the violet eyed mage.

You shrug, "Or tolerable?"

"Yes, or tolerable. My life at court was...almost all for naught, I feel like I didn't do anything worth my time there....even got a knife through my shoulder when the Queen I was accompanying was killed by an assassin. I was done." She explains with a frown, you can tell something else about it bothers her, but you'd rather not press your curiosity.

"The things I miss when I'm elsewhere. Who needs a life at court anyway...I on the other hand was never meant to rule a castle. Perhaps it's a good thing my mother won't ever age, or die. And I have my freedom to roam the Continent as I please, a free woman bound by nothing but what I choose, and so I have." She gives you a downcast smile.

"I almost envy you Y/N. Truly. Now if only I could know what your Witcher happened to have wished for, but I'd rather not wake him. He almost looks peaceful in a sleeping bear kind of way." She adds while looking behind you at a snoozing Geralt, his chest slowly rising and falling with each soft breath.

You turn a loving gaze upon him, "Guess he does, doesn't he? Like a grimy sweaty mess of a man...my big grumpy bear." You muse, your eyes studying his face lovingly as a sudden idea comes to mind, you turn back to Yennefer with a mischievous smirk, "You know what, the bards recently single..."

Her face is almost a grimace as she shakes her head, "I'll take my chances elsewhere. But thank you Y/N, always watching out for me, usually pretty shit advice most often." She jests while rising to her feet, "I must be off before the town comes for my head, see you around...hopefully under better circumstances and with less destructive endings." You stand to your full height, a couple inches taller then Yennefer.

You both lean in for a parting hug, "Goodbye, Yennefer." Letting go of one another she hands you a small smile, "Try not to get killed Y/N."

"You. Try not to get involved with, well, you know." She nods before turning around and opening up a portal to some sunny ocean side market, you watch as she walks through it without another word, and off into the unknown she goes.

Yawning and feeling slightly off put from the whole ordeal, you turn to look over at Geralt, he's still out cold on the giant fluffy blue pillow. You smile adoringly at him before scooting yourself over, finally letting yourself rest near his peacefully sleeping form as you wait patiently for him to wake.

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neworleansspecial · 3 years

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Summary: An instagram post Marjan makes is interpreted as a coming out post. This was not her intention.

WC: 1.6k | AO3

Warnings: Internalized Homophobia

This is quite possibly the worst outcome Marjan can think of. She posted the roller derby photos because her feed has been quite dead since the whole “cancelling of firefox” thing that happened. It’s something non-controversial, and she loves to show off her brilliant team mates in the way that she assumes most people feel about their friends. She wants the world to see these talented, confident, beautiful women the way she sees them. Marjan spent a few minutes meticulously tagging each member of the team in the photos she posted, lining up each black bar with the correct face. She figures it’s a good appreciation of these women.

What happens instead of her friends being showered in compliments is speculation Marjan could have never, ever predicted. She knows that many of her fans are gay, particularly gay young women. Young lesbians. It’s a fact that she keeps in the back of her mind for no reason at all other than to just know it. This majority, however, make themselves known in the aftermath of the photos being posted.

Marjan reads a comment that simply states, “ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!” followed by a bunch of heart emojis and wonders what it means. One of what? She scrolls through the thousands of comments on her post and tries to make sense of them when she realizes the error she’s made.

The team photo on the first slide was when they all went to pride together, since most of the members of the roller derby team are LGBT+ and wanted to go as a group. Marjan went as an ally, but failed to clarify this point when she posted it. The thought smacks her in the face.

People think this post was her coming out.

And it’s too late to take it back, but Marjan deletes the post the moment she connects the dots. Her first thought is for her family, who follow her on instagram. Her mother. Her siblings. They likely already saw. Marjan can just imagine the horror in her mother’s voice over the phone, asking Marjan if it’s true. One of her little sisters is still in high school, she could get bullied if anyone thinks that she might be related to a gay person. It’s going to be a disaster.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“Marjan?”

She looks up to see Mateo peeking into the bunk room. He looks concerned.

“Cap sent me to get you for dinner. Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing,” she lies, quickly putting her phone into her pocket. “Paul cooked, right? So it should be pretty good.”

Mateo easily moves on from his first question, chatting about the salad he helped make to go with dinner, and Marjan is able to just nod along to his words without really paying attention or responding. She’s in so much trouble. The last time she checked, there’s already a handful of articles about her photo. People know. It’s only a matter of time before everyone she’s ever met to know about the alleged coming out. Just thinking about it has Marjan’s eyes stinging with tears.

By the time she sits down in her seat at the table, she can feel all their eyes on her. Being calm and collected is kind of her thing, and she feels so unbearably seen right now, in ways she’s never wanted to be. They all wait for her to speak, but once they realize she’s not going to on her own, Paul reaches across the table to take one of her hands.

“Marjan, what’s wrong? We’re all here for you.”

She glances around at them. They could dismiss her in disgust easily. But she knows TK is gay, and everyone seems okay with it. At the very least, she knows TK won’t let them say anything too bad about the situation.

“I posted some roller derby photos, on instagram. Um, one of them was from pride.”

Mateo’s face lights up. “That was such a cool day! It was my first time going to pride, since I wasn’t, like, out before. I can see why you’d wanna post those photos.”

“People think it was a coming out post.” She glances around the table to see neutral faces. “They think I’m gay.”

At that, TK stabs his fork particularly hard into his dinner and shoots a look at her. “And what’s wrong with being gay, Marj?”

His words get Mateo’s attention, honing in on the hurt and the concept that Marjan could be something less than accepting. Mateo’s self-discovery of bisexuality is recent, recent enough that he’s still rather insecure in his open identity. She doesn’t want him to think she cares about this sort of thing, even if she kind of does. But only when it’s her. Other people can be gay, or bi, but she knows it’s not something that’s allowed to her. Her family would be devastated.

“Is there something wrong?” Mateo asks.

Marjan rushes to say no as Judd lowers his head and folds his hands like he’s praying.

“It’s not that, it’s just… I…”

“Are you?” Paul asks.

Everyone’s attention snaps to him, and then to Marjan. She can almost feel the blood drain from her face as they all turn with the same look on their face, the same question. It’s all a given what they’re asking. What they want to know. She can’t handle their rejection for this.

“Marjan,” he says gently, “it’s okay if you’re LGBT. You know that us, of all people, are going to love and support and defend you no matter what.”

Marjan stands up from the table, her chair scooting back loudly. “I need some air.”

She all but runs to the stairs, hopping down each step to get to the doors on the first floor to the cool outside air. It’s a relief against her suddenly flushed cheeks. She knows she can’t be gay. It’s not allowed. She had a fiancé for most of her life. It was always a given that she’d marry a man, one of her family’s choosing, without much of her say in the matter. Of course she could veto someone, or say they weren’t right for her, but the fact is that her husband was always going to be chosen for her. There’s been no room, no time, for her to consider any other romantic pursuits, especially with a woman.

For the very first time, Marjan allows herself to think about that. About women, and the possibility of being in a romantic relationship with a woman. In her mind’s eye, the woman is generic. Dark hair, big eyes, soft skin. There’s no face, just the imagined feeling of curves under her hands, perhaps the softness of a breast pressed to her palm. Thinking about this for the very first time as a possibility overwhelms her with its suddenness. She feels especially guilty when the imagined woman begins to take the shape of one of her friends. This isn’t right. This is perverse, an intrusion, worse than peeping.

She feels sick to her stomach as she sinks to sit against the wall. This isn’t okay. She should’ve never posted that picture, and then people wouldn’t be saying these things about her. If they never said those things, she wouldn’t be having the most upsetting realization of her life right now either.

Marjan isn’t sure how long she’s sitting out on the asphalt before Paul comes out and joins her, taking a seat at her side. His warm shoulder meets hers in a silent comfort for nearly five full minutes before he speaks.

“I was already an adult when I realized,” he says to her. “I didn’t ‘always know,’ at least not in my conscious mind. It wasn’t until I was already out in the world as a firefighter that I truly realized who I was, and that was really scary. I had a long road ahead of me, with a lot of self-discovery, and I had a lot of people to tell. I was terrified.”

“How did you know?” Marjan asks. “That you really are trans?”

Paul sighs. “I didn’t. I questioned it a lot when I was first beginning my transition. For some people, they just know, and they have for a long time, but I was both certain that I was a man and worried that I was doing it for attention. It was hard. I went to therapy for a long time, to understand myself and to help me do what was best for myself. I had a lot of internalized transphobia to work through. On top of that, I had thought I was a lesbian for a long time before I realized I wasn’t, so I kind of understand what you might be going through. Questioning your gender and your sexuality are really similar in a lot of ways, but incredibly different in others. Regardless of your journey, Marjan, whether you’re straight or not, it’s going to take a lot of reflection. All of us here at the 126 have your back. If you need to listen, or talk, or just be distracted, we’re all here for you. We love you, Marj. I love you. And if you need anything, I’m here.”

She leans into his side and he puts an arm around her for the closest approximation of a hug they can manage while sitting side-by-side on the ground. Marjan knows she has a long path ahead of her of understanding her sexuality, and not just in terms of orientation. What she wants in a relationship and how to have one are things she doesn’t really understand yet, and that’s something she’s going to have to confront to move forward in her life. She’s scared of what it means for her future. She’s scared of what her family will think. She’s scared of what the world will think. But as she sits beside Paul, it is clear that there are people who are going to support her no matter what.

With that, she may be able to learn this about herself.

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noayuusukki · 4 years

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Say My Name.

Iida x fem!reader Fluff (cause I’m feeling lonely, even though I’m single as a Pringle- I also am suddenly on an Iida kick so~ and I have this scenario in my head a lot I also REFUSE to believe that the Iida family doesn’t know English almost fluently due to the generation of heroes, and them wanting to help ALL- even foreigners- and Iida calling you his star or my love just makes my heart 🥺)

Word Count: 2,133 Little Summary: You’re a pro-hero from Japan that moved after going on hiatus when you somehow met Iida. When you’re invited to be a guest “speaker” at UA for the heroes course, Iida is in for a little surprised. TW: Long Distance Relationship; None that I can think of~ . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Being a pro-hero was hard. Being one at a young age was even harder. So When you went on hiatus, you went back to school to catch up on everything you missed. And one of the assignments that you had to do when you got back- a letter exchange.

That’s you met Iida, Purely for a school assignment. Write a letter to someone in a different country, compare your cultures, all that jazz. Somehow you both ended up wanting to talk to each other more- not wanting to wait on the letters being delivered half way cross the world, so you gave him whatever forms of social media you had and waited.

Lucky for the both of you, he sent you a message within a week. Telling you that he made an account specifically for you both to talk. Which Warmed your heart. After the letter exchange, you and Iida continued to talk and after a year of talking decided to start a long distance relationship. You were now a senior in America and Iida was in his third year in Japan, having known each other for nearly 3 years and dating for almost a year- you both had never met in person.

Sure, you’ve face-timed each other when the other was awake, just waking up, or wasn’t busy. But when Iida started to train more to be a hero, you heard less and less from him- the once hours long calls turned to five minute ones, and the conversations of text that would be miles long within an hour, turned to simple good mornings and good nights.

And while you knew what it was like to be a pro, and having trained since you were little. You still felt like you weren’t worth his time anymore, always making the first moves. Until one day your guardian got a call from your manager about an opportunity to speak to up-coming heroes, and more specifically UA. Almost instantly an idea popped into your mind, and you instantly agreed to talk to the heroes in training.

With this new information, you text his brother, Tensei to help you figure somethings out.

You had met Tensei by pure accident.You had called Tenya when your relationship was new, and instead of him- you saw someone who looked like him, but older. You instantly hung up and waited for Tenya to text you about who that was, but instead the ringing of your phone returned and you hesitantly answered- only to see the same person from before. Which caused you to drop your phone out of shook. But you could still hear Tenya yelling about how he wanted his phone back, and how this was an invasion of privacy- that’s basically how you meet and befriended his brother.

“I’m going to that same talk, but why are you calling me about it?”

“Tensei, I got invited as well.” There was a long pause before Tensei asked the very important question.

“You’re a hero?” You quickly explained that you were in deed a hero that even worked in Japan, your quirk allowing you to gather information on a person by looking them in the eyes, even if it’s for a split second. You told him why you were on hiatus, but still did some work on a smaller scale for local heroes.

“But that’s not why I called,” you laughed after hearing his reaction. “I wanted to get there a few days earlier to surprise Tenya.”

“They’re really busy at UA-”

“I can try to get in contact with one of the teachers, all I need is another excuse to see him.”

“So I’m an excuse now?” He teases, an evident smile on his face as he agreed to help you with your little plan.

A week or so before the initial date, you found yourself on a plan to the closest airport to Musutafu with your guardian.

You were beyond nervous, having never seen Tenya in person, wondering if he was the same person he was on the phone. You knew he was, but you can’t help but wonder- let your mind wander as you spent 10+ hours on two/three different planes. The whole way there was a big blur until you met Tensei in the airport and were in your hotel room.

Which you crashed as soon as you were changed and on a comfortable surface. The next day is when your plan really started.

So the next day, Tensei picked you up and helped you into UA and the dorms. having one of their teachers help with this- you waited for Tenya to return to his room after class. You waited in his room for hours, looking at everything you had around and even reading some of the books he had laying around. It wasn’t until you heard yelling from downstairs did you realize that classes were over.

You put the book you were reading down and smoothed out your clothes, your nerves starting to act up as you patiently waited. Hearing chatter outside the door, you stood and waited.

“Make sure you don’t stay up to late! Despite tomorrow being a weekend, keeping a god schedule is important!” You smiled and made sure you weren’t in the line of sight from anyone in the doorway.

“You too, Iida-kun.” A somewhat higher pitched voice said before Tenya nodded, closing the door and sighing, taking his glasses off, rubbing his eyes.

“Tenya?” His ears perked up at the sound of your voice, he instantly put his glasses back on and finding where your voice came from. When he found you standing in his room, questions came to his mind- were you really here? How were you here? Why? What? When?

“My star?” When he snapped out of his questioning state he hesitantly made his way towards you, his voice timid like he was scared this was a dream.

“My love,” you closed the gap and engulfed as much as you could hold in a hug, feeling his body stiffen before relaxing. He was so happy that you were here, but he still had questions. Pulling away from the hug, he cupped your cheeks softly.

“My star, why are you here? How did you get here, and into UA?”

Smiling you answered, “I thought it was about time we met- I was also getting tired of the lack of conversations.” That statement made Tenya’s brows furrow, he was going to respond but you cut him off. “I also had help from a certain Engine hero.” Tenya could only roll his eyes at the information, that is brother helped sneak you into UA just to see him.

“That’s highly irresponsible of both of you-”

“Tenya, you can reprimand us later, but I just want to hold you for now.” Tenya couldn’t argue and only agreed, leading you to his bed and cuddle for the rest of the night.

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The following week, after spending a lot of time with Tenya and Tensei. You and Tensei made your way to UA, you both in versions of your make shift hero costumes, despite Tensei having passed down his costume to Tenya.

“What’s with your costume?” Tensei laughed, all you had on that was from your costume was a black face mask with sheer fabric laced at each bend of the arm with it ending at the base of your middle finger.

“I made it when I was like 14- I haven’t really had the chance to change it, but I’m also not wearing all of it.” You said as you stopped in front of gym gamma, taking a deep breath you looked at Tensei before nodding and entered the gym, standing behind the other students. Hearing Eraserhead say they had some special guest to help them with training today. You and Tensei smiled at they intently listened to their teacher.

“Eraserhead!” Tensei shouted as soon as he was done talking. Everyone turned around surprised to see the retired hero and some random girl behind them.

“All of you know who this is,” Erasure said while walking in front of the group and motioning to Tensei. “But, you may not know who this is.”

“Hello! I’m Intel, I’m basically an underground hero who worked with big names before going on hiatus!” As you spoke, Tenya was trying to figure out why you sounded so familiar- not knowing it was you. “Erasure asked us here to help you, either with teamwork building or stealth.” Tensei read out the people who would work with him first, leaving you with the rest.

“I worked with people like All Might, Endeavor, Fatgum, more of the bigger heroes who couldn’t fit into small spaces and sneak around.”

“How old are you?” A guy with Yellow hair and a dark brown lighting bolt in his hair asked.

You giggled, “I’m actually your age.” That giggle is what connected the dots for Tenya. Intel was (Y/N), Intel was you.

“Let’s play a little game!” You suggested, “I had Cementos make this terrain, 5 of you will be patrolling and I will try to get this ball from one side to the other without getting caught.” The others didn’t believe you could do it and instantly agreed, having the other 15 watch what was about to happen.

The first 5 that went in weren’t back, but you got the ball from one side to the other in a matter of minutes. The second group was a bit harder, but that only lasted for the first few minutes as you got to the other side. The third group had a similar plan to the second, having someone at the entrance and exit purely to catch you- not knowing that you could get passed them.

The fourth group almost caught you, they were tactful from having watched the other groups. But something that they had yet to learn was your quirk. While you could simply learn theres once they looked in your direction, they didn’t have to see you, but you had to see them.

Deciding that you wanted a little challenge, you decided to yell. “Over here!” Before you ran into the shadows, only Tenya was in this group and you came to where your taunt was very quickly. Soon the others also came and that made it easier for you to creak away and win. After you won that round you had them either take a break or talk to Tensei, but you didn’t expect Tenya coming up to you and asking you to talk.

“Intel, may I speak wth you?”

“Sure, what would you like to talk about?” Tenya took off his helmet and looked around you both before stepping a bit closer.

“(Y/N),” the tone of your name and the seriousness of his voice made you wonder what he wanted to talk about. “Say my name.” Okay, what?

“Huh?”

“Say my name, please, I would like to confirm something.” He said, lowering his head and his voice, “Say Tenya, please.” You took a deep breath and, bit your lip.

“Tenya.” His eyes snapped up to yours, his dark blue eyes boring into your (E/C) eyes. He nodded and stepped closer to you again, patting your head and walking away. You knew he would talk about this more later but for now, you were happy to be able to help him follow his dreams.

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“SaY mY nAmE.” You mocked as you walked out of UA, having just finished talking to Nezu and thanking him for this wonderful opportunity. Tensei had left earlier than you, having to finish paperwork at his office. The gesture left your heart racing for the rest of the day, wishing that you saw this side to him a bit more- even if you were oceans away.

As you were leaving, you heard your name being called.

“(Y/N)!” You knew who it was without having to turn around.

“Tenya, what are you doing? Don’t you have homework?”

“I do, but I wanted to see you off for a long as I could.” You smiled and continued to walk to the gate, now with Tenya by your side. You could tell he wanted to ask you something, but didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Tenya,” you stopped walking and turned toward him, “if you’re wondering why I didn’t tell you I was a hero, the simple answer is- it never came up. I would’ve told you when if it did, but it never did.” Tenya was quiet after that, grabbing your hands.

“Can you... can you say my name, one more time, my star?” You giggled and nodded before saying his name, his grip on your hands tightened a bit before you asked why he wanted to hear his name.

“It sounds different in person.”

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

This sucks cause it’s like 6:30 am when I wrote this, and spent like 2/3 hours on it. I know it’s not going to get a lot of notes like Please Cause Iida is underrated

But I was in an Iida mood and become sad then sleep deprivation kicked in and this story lost all the angst- but i hope you enjoy!

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hains-mae · 4 years

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Flowers - Pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (end)

(Damian x Reader) Soulmate AU

The Flowers: @call-me-prodigy @annoylinglyaries @zphilophobiaz @comic-brew @biglilwing @awkwardspontaneity @mariiecapo @distressedearie@lozzybowe

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Rating: T

Ages: Damian and you are 16, everyone’s ages follow after.

Summary: Soulmate AU where the wounds on your soulmate turns into a flower tattoo on your skin, if it heals with no scars the tattoo goes away, if it heals with a scar then the tattoo stays.

Notes: Thank you so much, for all the wonderful comments, likes, and reblogs. You guys are awesome!

Disclaimer: I do not own DC. If I did, I wouldn’t make it as confusing as it is now.

A floating feeling encompassed me as I slowly roused. It was dark, wherever this place was. I wasn’t sure if I was truly floating or drowning as I felt myself fall in deeper. There was a calm light at the far end. Warm, and inviting.

I heard a sound. It was soft and rhythmic, like a beat, or was it more of a beep? There was a dull ache around my stomach and my lower back, which prevented me from moving. Not that I could move. My body felt heavier than a ton of bricks.

What happened?

Memories starting to swim around my head as I tried to remember. There were fragments.

Soft lights, and music.

Laughter and many figures dancing.

Men in suits.

Fiery hair.

Forest green eyes.

Perfume.

Paint, animals…

An explosion – I gasped lightly as the fragments pieced itself together.

A fight.

Damian…

The thought of his name pulled me straight into the light, away from the watery hold.

“Damian.” I mumbled as my eyes fluttered open.

“Oh sweetheart.” I heard a familiar voice sob beside me. My body didn’t feel as heavy as it used to, I was greeted with the face of my mom when I turned my head.

“Mom?”

She sobbed harder and hugged me. “Oh god, I thought I’d lost you.” Mom peppered my face with kisses. Her tears kept falling.

I lifted a hand and hugged her back as much as my body would allow.

“You’re here.” I sighed into her hair, inhaling her comforting scent. Without realising it, I had started to blink back tears. Everything that had happened, it was all so scary. I was sure I was going to die.

“I didn’t know what to do.” She pulled away and I wiped her cheeks. She wiped mine return and we started to giggle in relief.

“Mom, how did you – ” She seemed to know before I could ask.

“Wayne. Mr. Wayne had called. Said it was an emergency.” Mom told me, her voice wavered and she choked up again. “The last time I received a call like that was because of your father. I couldn’t… I didn’t know what to do, I rushed here as fast as I could.”

We hugged again. It really felt good to have her physically by my side.

The doctor came shortly after to check on my vitals. I seemed to have luck by my side that night. “Any lower and they would’ve punctured one of her organs.”, she told us solemnly. “And any later, you would’ve lost… too much blood.” Or in other words, bleed to death.

Mom clutched my hand all the while. She nodded in all the right times, and pursed her lips to keep them from quivering. I knew she was trying to stay brave for the both of us.

Once we were alone she pulled her chair closer to my bed.

Tucking her hair back behind her ear, she asked me. “Can you remember how you got here?”

I shook my head.

“Well… apparently Mr. Wayne’s personal assistant brought you here himself.” Her voice was steadier now.

“Oh… Oh!” I gasped, quickly getting up, and regretting it immediately. I winced at the sharp pain.

“Honey be careful. You’ve had stitches.” Mom eased me back down.

“Damian. His brothers. Everyone at the gala, are they okay?” I looked at her slightly panicked.

“They are.” Another voice joined us.

We whipped our heads up, Mr. Wayne stood tall at the door. “Everyone managed to escaped with minimal damage. I wish we could have prevented this.” He lamented, eyeing the machines and IV drop I was hooked onto.

My mother shook her head and

smiled at him. “You saved her, just in time. I cannot thank you enough.”

“May we come in?” He asked politely.

“We?” I tilted my head.

The man strode in after my mother allowed, and 4 more bodies filed in after him.

“Y/n!” Dick was the first to rush up to me, balloons in hand a cheesy teddy bear with the words ‘Get Well Soon’ stitched onto a heart. Following him were his brothers.

Tim waved. “Thank goodness you’re okay.”

“You gave us quite a scare, princess.” Jason came up next, with a silent Damian by his side. Damian held up a bouquet of flowers.

“You guys…” I felt so moved at their gesture. Stealing a glance at my mom, she looked so surprised it was funny.

“This is *insert your mom’s name here*, everyone. Mom, meet Mr. Wayne’s sons.” My mom gasped lightly and stood to shake their hands.

“It’s an honour to meet you.” She smiled at them.

“The honour is ours.” Tim answered for them. “Your daughter was very brave. In fact, she saved our little brother.”

Mom paused and looked at me for confirmation. I ducked my head to hide my flaming cheeks behind my hair.

“I did what I thought I had to.” I said in a quiet voice.

“Nonsense.” It was Damian who spoke up next, he tutted irritably. “Tt. Don’t downplay what you did.”

I could only stare at him, thankful that he was okay.

“These are for you.” He pushed the flowers to my face. “Thank you.”

The petals tickled my nose and I was sure I took in some pollen at the mere proximity. I sneezed a little, wincing again at the pain in my stomach.

“Ah, Damian, dear, I think you’re suffocating her.” My mom said gently as she pushed the flowers off my face.

The boy quickly apologised, turning a pretty shade of pink, as his brothers snickered behind him.

“They’re beautiful.” I smiled and took them from him. “I’m so glad you guys are all fine.”

Mr. Wayne cleared his throat. “My sons are right.” He smiled at my mom and gestured for the door. “Mrs. Y/l/n, may I please speak with you privately? I’d like to extend my gratitude. And the boys seem a little preoccupied with y/n.”

My mother looked a little flustered but got up anyway to follow him out the door.

As soon as they were out of hearing range I felt Damian clasp my hand.

“Why did you do it?” He didn’t face me as he asked, instead he played with my fingers.

I gave him a confused look. “Do what?”

“You took the blow. Why?”

His brothers had made themselves comfortable around me. Dick sat by the foot of my bed, Jason took up mom’s seat, and Tim stood behind Damian.

“I had to. He was going to hurt you.” I answered simply.

“I could’ve handled it.” His grip tightened slightly and he looked at me straight in the eye. “You’re not invincible.”

“And you are?”

“You still shouldn’t have.” He said, his voice firm.

“Why?”

“You know why.” His gaze was intense, and for a moment he stole a glance at the flowers beside me.

A wave of realisation hit me.

The soul marks. Oh – How did I forget?

“I’m fine.” I tried to keep my voice steady.

“Clearly.” He scoffed. “Being hospitalised is fine.”

I took my hand away from him, suddenly put off with his demeanor. “Why are you angry?”

“I’m not angry.” He defended. “I didn’t need saving.”

“You’re getting defensive.” I surprised myself when I answered back. Where was all this confidence coming from? “Do I need a reason to save a friend?”

“No, but now look at what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He lifted a hand and gestured towards my figure.

“You were in trouble Damian, I had to at least try!” My voice rose slightly.

“Need I remind you that – you could’ve gotten yourself killed!” He shot back.

“Well, that doesn’t matter! I’m here now aren’t I?” I snapped.

“What – of course it matters! If you had died –“

“And if you had died – who would’ve protected them!?”

I regretted it as soon as the words left me. Immediately I slapped a hand across my mouth, horrified that I just probably spilled the biggest secret I knew.

“What?” Damian looked at me in surprise.

All the angry tension dissipated, replaced with a feeling of dread.

“Forget I said that!” I blurted out quickly, suddenly feeling hot.

“No, continue.” Jason pushed as he leaned his elbows to his knees. “Why did Damian have to protect them?”

I darted my eyes across the room, looking for an excuse, praying my mom and Mr. Wayne would come back and break up this sudden tension. I caught Dick and Tim’s eyes, and they looked at me curiously.

“I – I really am not entirely sure. It was just a thought –“ The monitor stole our attention for a moment as my heart started to race. I shut my eyes and covered my face with my hands. Taking deep breaths I weighed in the decision of telling them. I was only 80% certain, after everything that had occurred, it was hard not to connect the dots.

His stature, his hair, his voice, and most of all that damn perfume. I guess no one really got that close to notice.

Should I?

Should you?

I mean this was inevitable.

Was it?

I groaned to myself feeling even more conflicted.

“Am I allowed to say it out loud?” I whispered meekly. “Wouldn’t it… you know… alert people?”

Damian looked even more confused.

I carefully took his hand, and held it closer to my chest, regarding the camera situated at the corner of the room. Steeling my nerves, I drew a small initial on his palm.

Dick’s breath hitched. His eyes growing wide.

Tim’s was next. Jason leaned back on his chair and folded his arms across his chest.

“But, how?” Damian looked stunned.

I tried to calm the heat on my cheeks that had now spread down my neck and ears. Playing it cool I shrugged, and bit my lip.

“Your perfume.”

-x-x-x-

As soon as Mom came back with Mr. Wayne I felt a sense of relief wash through me. But he narrowed his eyes slightly, and I knew that he could sense the tension that was there earlier.

I gulped.

Then he broke into a smile. “I’ve taken the liberty of inviting the Y/l/n’s for dinner as soon as Y/n get’s better.”

My eyes grew into saucers.

Ah, shi-

“That’s great, dad.” Dick grinned broadly at us.

Their father’s phone beeped once and he fished it out of his pocket, his crystal blue eyes scanned the screen.

“Well, we best be heading back. It looks like we’ve got company waiting.” He told them.

They all nodded and got up.

“Get well soon Y/n.” Tim said as they all passed.

I was nearly astounded by their sudden change in character. It was as if the last five minutes didn’t just happen. Very good actors... but that was probably the price to pay when you were rich and famous. They played their part well.

Dick sent a dashing smile my way, and Jason did a mock salute. Damian on the other hand looked at me with calculating eyes. Brows slightly furrowed. He stuffed his hands in his pocket before following his brothers.

“Well isn’t this exciting?” Mom beamed at me.

I did my best to smile back with the same enthusiasm.

That night, Mom came back with her luggage, saying that she was able to take a week off from work to stay with me. I was secretly glad she did.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Damian being Robin though. Something was poking me at the back of my mind, like I was missing a connecting link to make the picture whole. I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling.

Everyone knew the Bats were related, brothers and/or what-not. At least that was the news circling around. But if it were true, then that would mean Dick, Tim and Jason were...

No, that can’t be.

Can’t be? My inner muse scoffed at me. Are you serious right now? Damian Wayne is freaking Robin. And you’re thinking it can’t be?

Still, it’s purely speculation. If they’re who I think they are... then Mr. Wayne is...

I sighed deeply and pushed the balls of my palms into my eyes till I saw stars. My head started to hurt from putting too much effort. It’s not like they wanted me to know.

Would I be in danger because I know?

Would they try to erase my mind?

How much trouble am I in?

I don’t want Mom pulled into any of this.

I was reeling with anxious thoughts.

They didn’t react much when I had told them. It was more awkward than the silence Damian and I endured during our first encounter. When mom arrived they just smiled politely and waved me goodbye.

What did that mean? Or am I looking too much into this?

Maybe you’re looking too much into it, my muse’s words echoed.

I decided sleep was for the best. My mother had taken a cushioned chair at the far corner of the hospital room with her feet propped up the coffee table. I giggled, despite myself.

Finally after fidgeting for what felt like forever, my eyes started to grow heavy. It was nearly 2 in the morning. I yawned and slowly let myself slip into the embrace of sleep.

Until I heard a tapping on the window.

All traces of fatigue vanished as soon as I saw the shadow. It opened the window and slipped in soundlessly.

“Robin.” I breathed.

I pressed a button beside my bed to push myself up so I was in a more seated position.

He didn’t respond. We stared at each other for a good few minutes. Neither of us really knowing what to say.

“Tt, this is ridiculous.” He grumbled under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll say.” I said without humour. “In just a short time I found my soulmate, then learnt he’s living a double life.”

Robin stole a glance at my mom and arched a brow under his mask. It crinkled to the movement.

I shifted my head from side to side and told him, “Mom’s a deep sleeper.”

Hoping I reassured him, we lapsed into silence again.

I bit my lip nervously.

“I’m not in any trouble. Am I?” I hated how weak I sounded.

Robin regarded me for a moment.

“No. I’m actually impressed with your deduction skills.” He answered, making his way to the chair beside my bed.

My heart rate sped up slightly.

“I wouldn’t expect any less from my soulmate.” He smirked at me as the heart monitor picked up my gradually speeding heartbeat.

“I’m not sure if I should thank you or...” I gasped only realizing then. I pointed at the camera.

“Don’t worry. Hacked it before I entered.”

I gave him an incredulous look.

“What happens now?” I tried to decipher his emotions under the mask. I suddenly found myself wishing I could see his eyes.

“I don’t know.” Robin leaned into the chair to make himself more comfortable. “How do I know I can trust you?”

I looked away, tilting my head just low enough to let my hair fall and create a curtain between us.

“My dad used to be with the GCPD.” I started. “Ever since I could remember he was always chasing after justice. Dad used to talk about you vigilantes a lot. He admired the Bats. Said he wished he could do more to make Gotham safer. Better. Greater.

He played fair. But corruption and crime were better at the game.” Fisting the sheets, I willed my hands to stop shaking and to keep my voice even.

“He paid for it with his life.” I bit my lip to keep it from quivering. “So I created the marbles. I’m not great at fighting, not the best with a weapon either. But I know science like the back of my hand. If I could help, even just a little — I would be honouring my dad’s memory. He believed in you. All of you. And I guess it was contagious because I started believing in you too.”

I gathered my courage and faced Robin. “That’s why I took the blow. And I’d do it again if I needed to.”

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... to be continued ...

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missnight0wl · 4 years

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Who do you think is the mole?

Merula is the mole

And I’m not saying that because everything bad has to be Merula. It truly makes the most sense, and as soon as I realised it, I was like: “Well, duh! Obviously!”. I’ll try to explain everything the best I can, but first, I want to address some basic things about the mole, proving that Alanza is probably NOT our culprit (as I believe she’s one of the most common suspects in fandom). I already talked about it a little in other posts, but I want to organise everything and maybe add something.

To begin with, there’s a lot of evidence that R is watching MC ever since they came to Hogwarts or at least Y2. There was someone contacting/controlling Ben when the cursed ice appeared. In Y3, we even got a warning Letter From No One:

In Y4, someone was controlling Ben again. In Y5, MC AND Ben were attacked by someone, and it’s still unknown whether or not they were under Imperius too. Someone unleashed a Dementor on Hogwarts, and R knew that MC defeated it as soon as it happened. Someone, who’s description fit a Red Cloak, moved the portrait which trapped Beatrice later.

And of course, each vault every year was allegedly tampered by someone, causing the new curse to occur. In Y5, someone made Rowan draw their wand on us, and while it was implied that it was Pettigrew, it was never confirmed. Either way, R had never problems to take actions at Hogwarts. Moreover, they seem to be well aware of our every move. MC also sometimes talks during classes that they feel like being watched. So, if R was successfully pulling strings all those years, even without Rakepick, why would they bother now to bring Alanza to the castle? Especially that there was a huge gap when Rakepick was already gone, but Alanza was still not there! It could’ve been as long as six months, judging by Ben’s comment before Rowan’s death that they’re well into the sixth year. And quite a lot happened in that time! For example, we found the letter from R to Jacob. There’s no way it was left by accident, and while it’s possible it was placed by Jacob himself, it doesn’t change the fact that R didn’t need Alanza for that. So, again, why would they need her exactly?

Admittedly, the way they talked about it in the recent chapter:

… does make it sound as if the mole is someone SENT by R. However, I believe it’s just unfortunate wording because in that case, it could be only Alanza (and as I said, it just doesn’t really make sense). Like, none of our friends was “planted” by R. Even if they were recruited before coming to Hogwarts, they were simply kids in school-age anyway. It could be about a teacher or something, but they’re all the books canon characters. Unless it’s about the new DADA professor we haven’t even seen yet, but I doubt it.

Now, I think we can all agree that the mole is most likely another student. Sure, an adult would have more influence among the staff, maybe access to more places, but they also wouldn’t get as close to MC, and I assume that’s the point – to know what MC’s doing. Although, when I’m looking at the examples I listed above, I have to say that it’s possible that there is somebody else involved (other than the mole), but still, one of our peers would be the best as the source of information. So, without further ado, let’s explain how Merula fits into that puzzle.

YEAR 1

From the very beginning, Merula talked badly about Jacob because of his obsession with the Cursed Vaults. But then, something’s changed after our first duel, and even MC pointed out how odd it was.

I wouldn’t be surprised if R reached Merula at some point before that conversation and convinced her that the Cursed Vaults are real and very much worth it to search for them. Alternatively, Merula knew about it already when she came to Hogwarts, and then it’s connected to the Devil’s Snare accident. This idea is based on my other theory that Jacob made a deal with R that he’d join them IF they wouldn’t hurt MC. The deal was valid for the first two years; however, if R used Merula to hurt/kill MC, their hands would technically be clean.

YEAR 2

I wrote about it in the past during my replay, but there’s quite a lot of material so I’ll just leave a link here. It’s very important for this theory, though, so please, go and read it to fully understand my thought process.

YEAR 3

This is the year when we found Jacob’s room. And if you claim that Merula can’t lie or hide important information: she can. She didn’t tell us about Jacob’s room for at least a year, and she probably wouldn’t tell at all if we didn’t find our brother’s notebook. Also, there’s a possibility that she took something from there:

Was she lying, though? What could she take? What did she do with it?

Later the same year, Merula was following us to the Library AGAIN (the Vault of Fear), as she was ALSO following us back in Y1. When you think about it, Merula follows MC quite a lot, also in later years… Eavesdropping on MC and Talbott, learning that we’re an Animagus (in the “Animagus Adventure SQ”, so separately from Talbott’s situation), sending Ismelda to eavesdrop on us when MC wanted to leave Hogwarts in Y6, following us when we practised Protego with Jacob… She also knows that she can manipulate MC emotionally. The Frog Choir TLSQ anyone? Even if she wasn’t lying then about her mother, she still had no problems to use her suffering to influence MC and get what she wanted.

YEAR 4

Well, as I mentioned in the post linked in YEAR 2, this is the year when Merula was openly working with Rakepick. If you want to believe that Rakepick is evil and was always a member of R, that’s pretty much it. Perhaps Merula wasn’t aware of that, but still.

Although, what I believe is that Rakepick wasn’t a member of R, but she knew they’re using Merula. Therefore, Patricia “took care” of her for two reasons: 1) so Merula stopped being a pain in the ass for MC, 2) so she could control R’s influence on Merula.

YEAR 5

Here’s where things got a bit complicated because of the events in the Portrait Vault, and a lot depends on what’s really going on with Rakepick. Still, here are some possible explanations:

If Rakepick is evil and Merula was really tortured: Rakepick used Crucio on Merula even though she’s their mole as a punishment for getting too attached to MC. I personally don’t feel close to Merula at all because Jam City fucked up her writing, and so I have no reasons whatsoever to like her. However, they basically skipped to MC and Merula being friends whether you like it or not, so here you are. And Merula was supposed to get close to MC but not like them.

If Rakepick is evil, but the torture was staged: R needed MC to suffer, but they didn’t want to actually hurt their mole.

If Rakepick is not evil: The torture was staged, but Rakepick told R that Merula should be punished for getting attached to MC (so R THOUGHT that Merula was really tortured but she wasn’t) OR they agreed to that, so they’ll make MC suffer without hurting their mole.

YEAR 6

Again, because it depends so much on what’s really happened in the Portrait Vault, it’s even more complicated than Y5, so… I’ll try to explain what I personally believe is going on.

Rakepick staged the torture scene with Merula, and no matter if R thinks it was real or not, she also instructed Merula to keep R believing that she’s their mole. Merula is still delivering R information, but perhaps it’s possibly limited or maybe she even lies about some things to them. I’m not sure what to do with Rowan’s death here (or “death”), but I don’t think Merula was expecting that. I imagine that she thinks that Rakepick screwed everyone over and plays on her own entirely. If that’s the case, she might want to continue to be R’s mole if she believes that it’ll help her expose Rakepick eventually. I mean, if she just told R: “Hey, she doesn’t really work for you”, Rakepick would probably weasel out of it somehow.

Merula being the mole also goes along with Jacob telling us about the assassin being after MC and Merula (Y6Ch6):

He apparently talked about the Wizard in White then, but now we know that he actually isn’t an assassin. So… how did Jacob make that mistake? I mean, if the Wizard in White wanted to take MC to R so they’d join them, they HAD TO have a similar approach towards Jacob. In fact, they wrote to Jacob about joining them after Duncan’s death. Why Jacob thought that they’d try to kill MC now?

Well, it’s simple: it’s not real Jacob and he works for R. Why R wanted MC to think that there’s an assassin after them, though? Well, it’s based on my old theory, but… I don’t buy that the Wizard in White is a member of R. I believe that he was supposed to help MC somehow. R wanted MC to know that there’s an assassin so they’d be distrustful towards new people (including the Wizard in White). What about Merula then? I see two explanations which could coexist: 1) R wanted to scare Merula so she wouldn’t reveal to MC that she’s the mole (when she heard about an assassin being after her, she could’ve connected the dots), 2) Merula is more impulsive than MC, so if she was expecting an assassin, she’d attack him with the intention to hurt or kill, getting rid of the Wizard in White and R’s problem.

(I know that the part about the assassin doesn’t work in the light of the recent chapter, but I’m still trying to figure it out, and I might write a separate post on how the Wizard in White is not a member of R.)

Also, not that it’s super solid evidence, but Merula was the one who suggested that the mole might be among the teachers:

Yeah, there’s some logic in that, but as I said at the beginning, I think we can all agree that it’s way more likely that the mole is a student. I’m not saying that Merula is trying to buy some time before she’s discovered, buuut…

Anyway, I’m almost certain that Merula is the mole. I even hope for that because it could be a very interesting plot: Merula who started from despising MC and wanting to harm them, starting to appreciate the value of friendship and questioning her actions. Of course, it’d be even more interesting if Jam City put any effort in her redemption arc, but oh well. It’s also kind of brilliant that Merula created that rivalry with MC when it comes to the Cursed Vaults, and she did it so well that we don’t even question WHY this rivalry exists. That maybe it’s just an excuse to gain information and pass it on. I mean, look at our conversation in “Flying Solo” TLSQ”:

Merula is so casual about it that MC is not even particularly concerned about her getting information on the Cursed Vaults. You know, they say the darkest place is under the candle...

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Sheltered Hearts: Chapter 1

The New Student

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Felix took a deep breath and knocked on the door to his new classroom.

To say he was excited would be the biggest lie he had ever told. He doubted that the six months since his last visit had been enough to make his cousin and his friends forget what he had done, and he was eager to get all of the glares and mocking whispers over and done with as soon as possible. With a heavy sigh, he reached for the door knob in annoyance, but was surprised when the knob began to turn. He grimaced in anticipated annoyance, already expecting to be greeted with the bored eyes of a teacher who’s lesson he had interrupted. However, when the door opened to reveal a familiar dark-haired girl with bluebell eyes, he was more than surprised to be greeted with a bright smile.

“Oh! Hey Felix! Madame Beaulieu is out on a quick bathroom break.” Marinette did her best to put her best attitude forward. She could tell that he was wary, with his tense shoulders and both of his hands clutching his bag strap, so she held back on trying to shake his hand. “She should be back soon and you’re more than welcome to take a seat at her desk until then. Or,” she began as she smiled up at him. “As the class representative, I’d be more than happy to introduce you, if you’d like?”

Felix was at a loss for words. He hadn’t expected Marinette to be the one to greet him, much less to do it as kindly as she had. Especially when she had seemed so upset with him last time. After all, wasn’t she the one he had hurt the most? Felix frowned as he pulled himself out of his thoughts and nodded in acceptance to her offer.

Marinette smiled even wider as she stepped aside to let him through the door and guided him to the front of the classroom. “Attention everyone, we have a new student!”

Marinette’s excited voice was something he wasn’t prepared for either, causing Felix to focus on her as she addressed the class. Did she actually remember him and everything he had done? Because she was way too relaxed and happy if she did. He ignored the way Chloe made a snarky comment and how Adrien’s friends groaned in annoyance and instead, focused on the way Marinette turned to him with bright eyes as she introduced him. Her voice was soft, yet it held enough strength to it to be heard above the murmurs of the class.

He was surprised to find it quite comforting.

“Hey Felix!”

With a reluctant sigh, he turned away from Marinette and faced the rest of the class to find Adrien waving to him.

“Hey,” He greeted monotonously. Unlike his cousin, the spotlight was the last thing he ever wanted.

“Oh my gosh!” Felix winced in annoyance of the high pitched voice and looked up to see the brunette it belonged to. One look at her was all it took for him to know that she was trouble. Her voice was too sweet and there was something about her eyes that he didn’t like. It was as if she had seen him as a stepping stone to her imaginary throne as she ranted about how similar he and Adrien were. He tightened his hold on the strap of his leather bag as a chill ran down his spine.

“Wait!” Felix recognized the girl with glasses from his last visit. “Are you related to the Graham Production Company?” Recognition settled into her face as she connected the dots.

“That’s my mom’s company.” Felix watched the class grow in excitement and immediately regretted his promise to his mother. Did he really have to spend one year in this place? Sure, he’d get to transfer back to his old school for his last year of school, but one year here already felt like it was an eternity away.

“Oh Felix!” The teacher walked in with a smile on her face as she thanked Marinette for taking over. “Sorry I missed your introduction. I know everyone is probably dying to get to know more about you, but unfortunately we have to get back on topic since we have an exam tomorrow.” She nodded in acknowledgement as she took in her students groans while searching the classroom for an empty seat. “I know, I know, I’d much rather get to know our new student as well but we have other things to do. Felix, you’re more than welcome to take a seat next to Marinette while we review.”

“Thank you.” Felix turned to follow Marinette and was surprised to find her subtly glaring at the brunette from before. He realized then that the brunette was hanging off of Adrien any chance she could and he was reminded of Marinette’s confession towards his cousin. The confession he had deleted. ‘Guess six months really wasn’t enough time to change some things.’ When she noticed him staring, she threw him an apologetic smile and that was when he noticed it.

Marinette had soft, gentle features, bright blue eyes, and with a smile like hers, it was easy to mistake it for genuine. But in that moment, which had only lasted a fraction of a second, he noticed that her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Instead, they hid a certain exhaustion and pain that despite him not knowing her that well, he could tell that they didn’t suit her at all.

“That’s your seat,” Marinette began as she pointed at the other seat in the middle row, effectively pulling him out of his train of thought as she stepped back to leave him enough room to squeeze by. He slid across the wooden bench and set his things down just as the teacher began to review, but he was far more intrigued by the girl beside him who began to focus on the lesson as if he weren’t there. She wasn’t being rude, in fact, he felt she was being quite polite in trying to respect his space. He was grateful for that, he didn’t need to add to the curious glances he was still getting, but he wondered just how much of her kindness was an act.

At lunch, Marinette smiled brightly up at him as she invited him to sit with her, probably out of courtesy, but Felix wasted no time in accepting the offer. When they sat down at a table by the window, he found himself realizing just how bright, energetic, and friendly Marinette could be. There was no doubt in his mind that there was something bothering Marinette, and if you removed that something, she was genuinely happy and full of life. He let her do most of the talking as he ate his food in silence, offering input here and there, but he mostly listened to her. Everything felt relatively warm and peaceful, until the brunette showed up.

Marinette fell quiet, her voice getting caught in her throat as she set down her fork, she had lost her appetite. She wanted to tell Lila to go away, but she had lost the energy to do that long ago, and instead focused on looking away, taking in the view of the window to her left. Just a few more months. That’s all she had left to endure before she could finally get some peace.

Felix immediately took notice of how quiet Marinette had gone, when moments before she had been talking about the most trivial of things with such excitement. ‘So this was the something.’ Lila introduced herself to him with an obviously fake smile that didn’t light up her eyes the way Marinette’s did, and he found himself genuinely annoyed by her company. Her voice felt flat to his ears, lacking any warmth and life, sounding more like a rehearsed script than an actual conversation. One by one, her lies began to spill from her lips and he mentally thanked Adrien and his friends for showing up and cutting their conversation short before he could say anything that would start unnecessary drama. He finally understood Marinette’s attitude towards Lila, and when he turned to look back at his desk partner, he was surprised to find her looking at Adrien as if he had said something that upset her before excusing herself from the table with her belongings.

Felix noticed the way Marinette’s eyes had lost their vibrancy, becoming cold, hurt, and uninterested. With a wipe of his napkin, Felix wordlessly stood up and grabbed his things as he made his way to her side, leaving everyone shocked and a certain brunette seething.

When he caught up to her, he found Marinette muttering to herself as she looked through her purse and cleared his throat to alert her of his presence. She seemed scared for a moment, quickly closing her bag and turning to face him in embarrassment.

“Oh hey! Sorry about leaving like that, I suddenly remembered I had some work to catch up on.” Marinette was flustered and didn’t know what to do. She had just barely managed to hide Tikki and had sputtered the first excuse she could think off. With a deep breath, she calmed herself down enough to form a coherent thought. “Actually, I’m not very good with being surrounded by a lot of people right now, and since there is still an hour left to lunch, I was going to go work at a nearby café.” Marinette tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she adjusted her textbook. She didn’t actually know what to do with her spare time but she was too riled up to be surrounded by the others right now.

“Then we better hurry so we have enough time to enjoy our coffee.” Felix was surprised by his own words but he simply adjusted his leather book bag as he draped his coat carefully over his arm. “So, where to?”

Marinette was dumbfounded by his quick invitation to join her so she laughed as she smiled in silent gratitude, she never did like being alone. “Right this way,” she turned on her heels as they made their way to the café just across the street.

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[reaction] oneus’ s/o hiding their pregnancy

Hii can i request for oneus’s reaction to their s/o hiding her pregnancy? Sorry its not gender neutral!

☽. i did not include dongju (xion) in this particular reaction because he is not yet considered legal in other countries. i also did my best to not exactly put a gender to pregnancy as it is a natural phenomenon in itself. if you enjoyed reading this, please check out more in my masterlist! requested: yes; anon word count: 0.8k words

post-writing note: i wrote this under the premise that it was unplanned, i only realized after writing that i could have written it in a more diverse fashion. i apologize,,,,

[RAVN] —

Youngjo is quite a realist, so I feel like once he realizes and connects all the dots, he’d reflect and plan accordingly first

He’s immediately assess the situation, try to weigh his options, and see how prepared he is for a family

It’s a lot of financial aspects to think about, and Youngjo wants to make sure that he is truly ready in all aspects (emotionally, financially, etc)

Once he’s finally sure of himself, that’s when he’d actualy talk to you about it

He’s the eldest member of ONEUS, and while he’s pretty young himself, I think he’d be able to adjust with parenthood smoothly

He has a whole Sunny and the younger half of ONEUS to look after, so he’d definitely transition to fatherhood relatively well

Youngjo is excited for the future, but he has to keep his head in the present to ensure that everything will proceed smoothly, for you, him, and your family

[Seoho] —

As I always assert, I believe Seoho is knowledgeable enough to realize that you were pregnant all this time

Aside from the fact that he has an older sister

I feel like his scientific knowledge would help him connect the dots with regards to the changes you were going through, regardless of how hard you tried to hide it

Will he immediately confront you about it? In this case, I don’t think so

Seoho might be uncertain about how he’d go about this, it’s all new to him and he’s scared too

I feel like he’d consult first people he trusts, like his mother for example, to understand how he can best approach the situation

He’s willing to learn more about what he can help with, and he wants to make sure that he can do things right

Before he finally talks to you about it, he wants to be sure that he’s learned everything he can so that he can take care of his new family

[Leedo] —

Geonhak would definitely be taken aback once he finds out, and he couldn’t believe that he missed all the signs

Is it because he was busy with work? Did he really not notice anything different because he had his focus somewhere else?

But to be fair, you were able to hide your pregnancy really well, so Geonhak has to convince himself that it might not be completely his fault for not noticing

Since you were actively trying to hide it from him in the first place

He’ll constantly wonder why you’d try to keep it a secret from him, but I don’t think he would confront you about it immediately

Geonhak will eventually have to talk to you about it, so he just waits for the right time

But he still can’t help but worry, so he’d subtly make sure you’re alright

In ways such as making sure your diet is strictly followed, and that hazards are kept away from your stomach

Before he finally tells you that he found out about your pregnancy

[Keonhee] —

Keonhee eats with you often, I’m sure he was able to pick up some signals when you suddenly declined eating some of your favorite food

Just like Seoho, he pretty much understands how periods work so when he realizes that you haven’t had yours in quite a long time (regardless if you’re regular or not), I think he’ll be able to realize it soon

He’s quick to worry, even if there isn’t any concrete and decisive evidence yet

Simply because he’d feel like it’s all too sudden, Keonhee is young after all

However, unlike some of the others, he’s going to be quick to confront you about it once he’s certain that your pregnancy is true

Keonhee will admit that he’s quite confused, scared even, about everything

But if it were shocking to him, it must have been much more difficult for you, especially if you’ve been hiding it from him all this time

He wants to work this together with you, because you’re both afraid, and he doesn’t want you to be alone in this

[Hwanwoong] —

It definitely shocks Hwanwoong when he finds out, and he’s left ajar

Just like Keonhee, he’s very young and I see Hwanwoong to be passionate and driven towards his personal goals

I don’t think he would expect to be having a family so soon, and thinking about these uncertainties terrifies him

But I think his first move would be to first make sure that you’re alright, you’re safe, and that the child is safe

It might take him a while to acknowledge his own responsibility and obligation, it’ll be a slow transition because he has a lot to unpack in this situation

He’s trying to wrap around the idea of him being introduced to fatherhood, and he doesn’t want to do anything wrong as well

It might disappoint you that he never concretely said that he’ll be in the child’s life in the future, but I do feel like Hwanwoong is responsible enough to accept these responsibilities

It will just take time, but he, like everyone else, just wants to do things right

Sooner or later though, he’ll become excited at the thought of what the future holds for him and you

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Beyond The Veil: Chapter 3

The staff meeting during the following Friday of the entrance exams has always been one of Nedzu’s favorite days. Several variables are set loose all at once and he gets to watch the chaos happen.This year, in particular, has an interesting candidate.

Viridis Muska.

Quite obviously, they aren’t Japanese and their records state that she moved here with her legal guardian 7 years ago after an accident unfortunately killed her parents. Her identity is as clean as his favorite tea cups and her homeschooling was explained by needing to learn the language. Their quirk registry matched up with most of their actions as well.

Most.

She had first garnered attention by finishing a whole hour early. Even some intelligence quirks don’t finish that fast. Especially since it was a test Nedzu personally made. Then there were her responses in the history section. It almost appeared as if she forced herself to use third person writing. The descriptions were remarkably detailed and certain events held smaller but no less important information that doesn’t exist in any textbook.

He would know.

Then came the practical. Her use of her quirk to enhance certain aspects of their physical abilities while also using it sparingly to prevent quirk exhaustion was intriguing and well throughout. Releasing the 0-point as time was ticking down Nedzu had expected everything to go as calculated.

Unknown information, however, always changes that.

The knowledge of where the other examinees were, the quick reaction time, the healed ankle. None of that was listed in her abilities and the government always keeps track of healers. In fact, looking over her quirk registry, it's surprisingly vague. As if the person who wrote it made sure that unless someone had personally seen the quirk in use, the description sounded fine. Yet after seeing the quirk in use, the description became lacking.

It was past intriguing, it was fascinating.

Watching the staff members file into the room, Nedzu couldn’t help the feral smile on his face. He had a sneaking suspicion as to why this particular examinee was so unknown. Afterall, no matter how hard Nedzu tried, the “veil” never lifted for him. He wasn’t one of them and he didn’t personally know anyone who was. If Viridis was what he thought they were, then Nedzu might finally get answers.

“Now let's get to it!” Nedzu chirped, reveling in the shudders the teachers tried to hide at his excited tone. The only one to succeed was Aizawa, but he also was personally taught by Nedu during his third year since Nedzu wanted to cultivate his skills. Now the man was the best underground pro there was.

They shuffled through applications and sorted them based on accepted, pending, and rejected. Midnight was in charge of business and design, Power loader for support with help from Ectoplasm, Cementoss and Present Mic for general, and Eraserhead along with Vlad King for heroics.

30 minutes in, Aizawa spoke up.

“Nedzu, I’m assuming examinee #2438 is who you were watching yesterday? Viridis Muska?”

Nedzu grinned at him and nodded. “Yes, as you might know considering your underground status, I have a sneaking suspicion that she is from ‘beyond the veil’.”

Aizawa actually dropped the paper he was holding. His eyes grew slightly larger as he dropped his head into his capture weapon to hide the bottom half of his face. Yamada, who despite what people thought, was also involved with the underground. Thus, the gasp was expected. Everyone else, however, looked confused.

From the back, where he was looking over some teaching material, Yagi Toshinori aka: All Might raised his hand like a student. Nedzu almost chuckled at the thought.

“Yes All Might?”

“What is this ‘beyond the veil’?”

Nedzu knew he would ask that but acted as if he didn’t and thought about it for a moment. In reality he was already going to tell his staff this year about the existence of the veil despite knowing nothing about what actually lies beyond because the underworld has been spiking in activity lately and there was a chance that big moves could be made soon.

Turning to face the room as a whole Nedzu dropped his typical smile and allowed his serious to show through his eyes before he spoke.

“This info may not leave this room. It is imperative that only a select few even know the name. The term ‘beyond the veil’ is the official title for the shadows that have hidden out of society and humanities view for thousands of years,” Nedzu watched as his faculty began paying rapt attention to his words. It wasn’t often that he got serious afterall.

“It pains me to say it but even I don’t exactly know what lies beyond this veil, however I do know that whatever is there is something beyond human.”

“Are you saying that humans aren’t the only creatures on the planet?” Vlad asked, confusion and disbelief lacing his words.

“Absolutely. In fact, those that know of the existence of the veil theorize that the only reason Humans have the abilities called quirks was because someone mingled with what was beyond. Viridis Muska is clean, clean in a way that only someone like me would even notice the slight discrepancies. Yet these discrepancies were only noticed because of my Knowledge of the veil. If i didn’t know, I wouldn’t have noticed how strange her abilities really are. Or questioned why her words in the history section seemed over-detailed.”

The room was silent for a few moments, then Aizawa moved and placed the application on the class 1-A acceptance pile.

With a grin, Nedzu nodded.

“I’ll be the projection to Viridis. I wish to invite her for a cup of tea.”

Eras was casually leaning against the tallest window in the house, a leg dangling over the side of the window sill as the other was pulled up next to them. A book rested in their hand against their raised leg, a cup of tea held in the other. Since the window she was sitting next to had a very clear view of the front of the house, Eras was able to see out of the corner of her eye as Muska fell face first into the moss ground while holding up an envelope.

Eras spit out her tea as she laughed and Muska got back up and ran into the house.

“SUGAR MOMMY THE MAIL CALL!” Muska screamed as she burst into the house. In response, Eras simply held out the hand with the book and let it drop to the ground, smacking Muska in the head from above.

“WhaT ThE FuCk?” Muska screeched as she snapped her head up to glare at Eras. A smug grin stretched over her features and she swung a leg over the pole off to the side of the door and slid to the ground.

“The acceptance letter came in then?” Eras asked, heading over to the kitchen to drop her mug in the sink.

“We literally don’t know whether or not I got in?” Muska said as she followed. Tibbles jumped from the catwalk as Muska passed the door frame and landed on her shoulders, a loud meow interrupting Eras’s rebuttal.

“Oh fuck off.” came Muska’s reply to whatever tibbles said. She waved off the next meow and walked over to the kitchen table. The black furball jumped off to sit next to Muska while on the table.

Once Eras sat on the opposing side, Muska tore into the envelope. Expecting a letter. Not a black disc. She and Muska stared in bewilderment before the disc lit up and projected a person up into the room. Nevermind.

“Its a fUCKIN RAT MAN?”

It's not a person, it's a Nedzu.

Tibbles, who had taken offence to the projected rat, dog, thing, swatted the projector and almost sent it flying if it weren’t for Eras’s inhuman reflexes. Catching the disc and reorienting it back where it was placed in the middle, The projector continued with little care of the scare he just gave the three.

Vaguely, Eras registered that Muska had passed and with flying colors, coming in second on the exam. Internally, though, she was searching for why Nedzu was sending out a projection. She had left a slight surprise in Muska’s quirk registry in order to figure out if the rat knew about the veil and what's beyond. Though she wasn’t expecting it to be found out so soon. What had Muska done to contradict the registry?

It clicked just as Nedzu cleared his throat once more.

“Also, seeing as you have achieved the highest score in the last 20 years of UA’s history on the written exam, I wish to extend a meeting to you to talk over tea. I am quite fascinated by your answers. Especially in the history section. Welcome Viridis! This is your academia!”

The light in the room came back to normal levels as the projection ended and Eras slammed her head onto the table, startling Muska out of her apparent shock.

“Uh, What?” The witch asked, completely unaware of what she did.

“What did you do during the practical?” Eras asked, muffled by the table top.

With a confused look, Muska went on to talk about their experience. From scouting to planning and scrapping some bots. Then as she got closer to the end, Eras was able to confirm her suspicions.

“This one girl had fracture so I healed that real quick and then focused on greenie-”

Well shit, Eras hadn’t expected Muska to instantly show off her healing capabilities. Now they had a meeting with the rat-man. Eras groaned and cut off Muska mid rant about red flags and someone named Midoriya.

“What?” Muska asked, slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

“I made your quirk registry purposefully vague to accommodate for your other abilities and people wouldn’t know what to look for if they had never heard of the veil before. Nedzu probably saw you use Healing abilities, which I never mentioned to make sure the government didn’t flag you as a healer, and compared that to your probably almost first person account of history and connected the dots. Now you have a meeting with a rat man to talk about you possibly being a part of the veil.”

It was silent for a bit before a loud meow and purr followed and Muska slammed her head on the table.

“We know Tibbles, you don’t have to rub it in my face like that.”

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if it is written in the stars

title: if it is written in the stars pairing: liu yangyang/reader genre: best friends!au/college!au/soulmate!au (ish) summary: another text, another laugh, another break-up in the line. the knowledge she has of her best friend, yangyang, is palpable in the deep connection that they have with each other. however, college is the start of their end, ripping at the rugged edges of their friendship. suddenly, they become too much for each other, much too separated to ever come back together, only to turn their backs and long after their past. some people are soulmates, some people you pick, some people are just meant to be. type: fluff/angst/romance word count: 9,860 ⚠️ disclaimer: this is part of the love diaries, my valentine’s day project with wayv, if you want to read the rest of the members’ stories, you can click here and find the masterlist for it.

Interesting is the concept of a déjà vu, for people are too ignorant to stop for a moment and think that life is telling them to pay attention to the details of that moment. To this day, she still wondered what she had to learn again—what the lesson was in that damned day of September, but the repetition of events from the past, back when she was in high school, never reached her brain as a bigger mass of knowledge.

One of the numerous things she would never want to live again, even if a sword was pressed to her chest and the only choice would be to re-live a part of her life, is to go back to high school. Everything feels far too cramped, awkward, like one word from her teenage years will come haunt her for the rest of her life; cringe-worthy, hypothetically speaking her worst mindset in her life, and that is such a big statement. Everyone told her she’d miss the youthful years, the days in which pimples would pop up on her face out of nowhere thanks to the simplistic touch of sweat, or the ones in which she had to go to a new school because, once again, she is unable to stay in the last one. She would definitely miss having to introduce herself to every person that crosses path with her and of course, she’d miss the pretentious stares of the teachers when hearing that she comes from a public school, and not a private one like the rest of the population in that classroom.

She’d miss the pre-period stress that accumulates with frustration and anger, her mind praying that no one would dare to get close to her to establish a conversation. Damn her, because the first class included the overly charismatic people that wanted to talk to her as if they had known each other for years.

Would she regret this in the future, too? She wondered at the time, far too entranced in spending the one free period after a teacher said they would be going to a reunion and left the class alone to see it turn to an utmost disaster.

The past she recalled perfectly; the nervousness she portrayed in her gaze when she looked around the room and the quickness she had to look down at her notebook once again, scribbling down the lyrics of a song she could not get out of her head. It relaxed her in the middle of the noise, grounded her in the reality of life—that this, too, shall be knowledge for the future her, and it was. One day, she would earn something important from such a hard time in her life, going from one school to the other, but now, in the place she sat down, distress took over her. For now, all her body desired was to sit through some classes, get back home and forget about the pompous people in that classroom—not all, but she felt like generalizing, for she was young and far too judgmental at the time, scared of a new friend getting too close—.

It did not felt like she would ever fit in, with seats too tiny or too big, with too much knowledge on a subject or none at all, either too raw in her words or completely silent. It did not felt like this moment she had lived a handful of times before would ever teach her something new. These people she will forget in the future, she was certain of at that moment, merged in the masses of people she already got to know.

Her day was changed that morning of September when she felt his patella digging to her back, thanks to the slightly open seats of this high school. Someone with rather harsh bones leaned over her seat, spying eyes scanning the handwriting in her notebook and when she heard the sound of this guy’s voice, she felt at ease—strangely enough, he sounded so relaxed, so youthful in his approach that she felt like he was one of the people she wouldn’t mind talking to.

“You like that band, too?” When she turned around, she was met with the smiling face of Liu Yangyang—at the time, she did not even know if that was his name, so she avoided saying it at any coast until she heard someone else calling him such—. After all, she did not pay attention when everyone introduced themselves.

His black hair was messy, something some teacher would probably end up complaining about in the long run, a little bit too long for the protocol. His smile was bright, mischievous, framing his straight nose nicely. His eyes did not hold the stars, they were rather void for her at the time—black and pointless, nothing to be too interested about, but his conversation starter captured her attention immediately. “I do. I have always wanted to go to a concert of theirs.”

“Dude, so do I!” His elbows rested upon his desk. “What’s your favorite song?”

At the time, she did not realize Yangyang was supposed to teach her something, and he was her little gift after a déjà vu.

🌌

Some people make a home out of you, and some you make a home out of. Yangyang’s home, her best friend’s soul, could only be described as a mess—he babblers a lot, always rambling when a moment of silence settles in between them, always laughing with his heart’s content, it is so disorganized like his train of thought, sometimes in one point and then in the other, something that she realized long before their high school graduation, before he started college, heck, she may have even known it the moment they started to talk. But, he is her home. The house she has decorated with all her secrets, the only person who has the key of her brain, knows her ideas like the palm of his hand—the guy who introduced her to his group of friends and welcomed her as if she had never been a newbie in their pretentious school.

But they are not there. The last time she saw Yangyang was three weeks ago, a complete blasphemy compared to their daily encounters when they were in high school. At the time, she thought that seeing Yangyang’s sleepy face every morning was a curse, or that sitting beside him during lunchtime to see him have the blandest sandwich in the world was surely not what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, but the comfort of it is missed when she steps inside his college campus. In a place like this, she is alone, a dot in the middle of the alphabet, incomparable in every given way and not for a good reason. People like the ones here have enough money to fulfill education or are so outstanding in a part of their lives that they can manage the benefit of college. They carry their books like an armor, smell thickly like cheap perfume and too much caffeine, they talk too loudly and seem too sluggish, like different people from her world of failed college applications, miserable jobs and of course, the lost feeling of not knowing what to do next.

Yangyang would not understand—one of the stage kids in theatre, far more interesting in essence with the musical part of him that gained him a spot in that college, much less would their other two friends capture the essence of her nervousness. Elena is one of them, missing in the stereotype of being unique, too much of a party-goer to even understand the importance of the tests that lay on her desk whenever she goes to class, and of course, how could she forget of the jokester journalism student that is her friend? Cheng is his name, pride to the family of rich individuals, all in love with his immaculate words that hide the small size of his brain. Though funny, those two people could never mimic the warmth that Yangyang brings to her with simple conversation.

There is a difference: Elena and Cheng talked to her because Yangyang basically pushed her inside their lives, bringing her to the table at every given lunchtime, and while she is used to them and knows a handful of facts about the two of them, she can only see how much they have changed. Once the misfits in school, they are thriving with the equality system of college.

The real question would be if she is friends with Elena and Cheng now, as the pompous jokesters that take their words a little too far, because she naturally enjoys the fun side of life they bring to her, completely different to her point of view or because she is doing it because she is scared of being alone, of losing Yangyang and the duo simply because she doesn’t want anyone to point out her failed attempt at adulating.

Taking one second glance at the guy whose body is leaning against the wall near classroom A3, she realizes the culprit she had been looking for in the entire campus is right in front of her. Texting Yangyang’s roommate, Dejun, would have been an easier option if she had done it sooner and the ache of her legs wouldn’t be half as intolerable if she had thought about this decision twice. God forbid him from discovering clothing layering, because the heat of the day is enough to have her sweating in her t-shirt, but he has layered a red long sleeved shirt underneath his t-shirt, following those trends he sees on social media. His dark hair moves slightly with the wind, though his fingers come up to fix it every once in a while, concentrating on his phone, her own vibrating with new messages in their friends’ group-chat.

That is how she came to visit him, given that his professor was not coming to class.

Physical touch is not easy for her, repulsed by the idea of trusting someone enough of nearing her, more often than not denying the hugs that anyone would offer her, but with Yangyang…it comes as easy as finishing a glass of lemonade in a warm day. The swift motion she does brings her arms to wrap around his tiny waist, the fabrics over his body folding slightly at the action. Her chin rests on his back, feeling his body jump under her touch, turning around to look at the supposed stranger that had hugged him out of the sudden. Surprised is his expression when he realizes who it is, caging her in a hug and lifting her up the ground slightly, his habit ever since the first year of their friendships. A lot of time later, he still does it, like it is his habit to make her feel like he would never let her go.

“Dude, what are you doing here?”

Expanding her hands on his back, ribs becoming one in the touch, a smile on her face erasing every thought of worry. The battery inside her seems to be filled with energy, electrifying bits coming from his mere touch when she pulls away to look at him. “I was reading your texts and I happened to be around.” A shrug is delivered after the statement, looking up and down his body before smiling. “Aren’t you hot?”

The extends of his lungs release a big sigh. “So hot. I thought looking cool would not make me feel bad, but I am sweating buckets underneath this shirt. These shirts, actually, they are two.” Plucking the fabric on his body with two fingers, his index and thumb to be exact, she scrunches up her nose at his words. Grossed out she should be about her best friend, but she knows Yangyang is naturally appealing—an extrovert, charismatic, talkative and overall, very interesting, as well as mischievous and youthful. “But my ex’s new boyfriend is in this class and I need to show the world I’m the best choice.”

“Are we talking about that church girl you dated like…a year ago?” She remembers the days in between Yangyang’s senior year of high school and summer break before college, when Yangyang used to be absolutely in love with the cutest, smallest black haired girl. Much to his fearful ways, though, the girl asked for a forever after the first month of dating and added a diamond emoticon in every description in her social media, along with his name, which was enough to have Yangyang fleeting away like the breeze. “You’re talking as if you really liked her that much.”

His fingers reach up to pinch her cheeks, his relaxation method as well as his way of teasing her. “I did like her—”

“Yangyang, you broke up with her in the first place.”

Widening his eyes comically, enough to make him look like he is taken out of a TV show, he pinches on her skin a little bit too hard to hear her hiss. “You’re, like, always outing me with that kind of stuff.” He starts. “What was I supposed to do? I was eighteen! Eighteen.” Repeating the word, he tries to emphasize the meaning of youth. Marriage is one of his biggest fears, if not the biggest, always a reminder of how weird it is to grow older and to have set expectations from society. “And she was already introducing me to her mom as her future husband. Like, I freaked out.”

She takes her backpack off, unzipping it to take out a bag of chips she had bought for herself, but maybe, the tired-looking college student that is a little bit out of his mind needed it the most. Yangyang takes it in his hands, opening it and plopping one of the salty treats inside his mouth. “In typical Yangyang nature. You date people that are so different from you, it’s like you’re in a game of NEXT.”

“As in the MTV show?”

“You’re saying ‘next’ to all of them because none of them are…your type.” Attraction is very difficult to differentiate from love when you are young, and Yangyang is the epitome of a try-hard, the ride or die type of guy that would do anything and everything to live a new experience. “I told you church girl wasn’t right for you. She was far too into you and you were just attracted to her.” What he does next is surprising, his fingers dusting off the salt and chip crumbs on her hair. “Yangyang—!”

“Don’t tell me what I already know.” His thumb plops inside his mouth, a popping sound coming after he sucks the remaining salt on the digit. Utterly disgusting. “Like, I just don’t know how you do it. You are in, like, this meditation state of mind whenever someone talks to you about dating. You’re truly picky or just really patient.”

A smile tugs at the edges of her mouth as she speaks. “Look at all the people in our high school and you’ll realize why I never dated.”

He laughs loudly, closing his eyes before giving half of the small bag of chips to her, which she declines with a polite hand-motion. “Wow, roasted.”

“It’s true!”

“I can’t argue with that.” Their conversation is briefly cut short when Yangyang hears the sound of someone shouting his name, coming from the tables near the classroom. A group of guys sit there, one taking the time to exclaim something along the lines of ‘is that your new girl?’ to which the young man can only shake his head, denying all allegations. This is the reality of youth, though presented in a freer manner nowadays, there are still idiots with closed-down mindsets. They think youth is about dating or about getting a degree, dismissing anyone who dares not to drink or smoke. What has youth turned into if a person has to choose sides between both extremes? “I don’t get it. People always think we’re dating.”

The recurring ‘guy-and-girl-friendship’ syndrome, she likes to call it, in which people simply can’t see two people having that connection or bond of friendship without disregarding it as love. Sometimes, she finds herself thinking if they are the exception of the rule—her agenda includes thinking of Yangyang as her annoyingly comforting best friend, the one guy she would talk to for hours to no end, whose smile beams and shines and clings to her the nights or days they are together. Clearly not blind to Yangyang’s charms, she knows falling for him would almost never be possible.

Though, she does admit it is very difficult she could have this level of comfort with anyone else.

“Sorry?” She utters, tugging on his arm before biting down on her bottom lip. “Show me around the campus. I want to live the college fantasy for once.”

Yangyang silently understands her, hooking his arm with hers before starting to walk. Most people seemed like poison to her, but Yangyang was the sweetest of juices—maybe orange, with a hint of a wake-up call if you have it after a night out drinking or early in the mornings before your schedule. Whenever she gets another mail telling her that yet another college does not want to have her, Yangyang always sees the positive. To him, there is an even bigger fate for her, a lesson to be learned, memories to make in the blur of the moment to live and recall when she is older. Instead of letting her bask in her disappointment, he takes her in a ride of indulging conversation. Inside her mind, Yangyang screams to have fun.

And fun is approachable with him.

“Let me lead the way,” He giggles, exactly what he does when he has an idea for a joke inside his head. “Forty for the college tour.”

“What a scam.” She retorts, voice earning a heartfelt laugh from Yangyang, who tosses the now empty bag of chips in the nearest trashcan before shrugging.

“I had to try.”

That is exactly like him. His mind is ripped and divided in millions of hobbies, thoughts and ideas needing to make the best out of every situation. Is it a curse or is it a blessing? She probably would ask herself, but everything about Yangyang was a blessing to her. The only best friend she had in her life, the one person that had seen her heart inside and out, torn and back together.

🌌

There are parallels in life. In October of the previous year, she had found herself inside Yangyang’s old room, coating his face in some cheap foundation three times lighter than his face—or even more, sincerely—and looking up Joker makeup tutorials on the internet, trying to keep the man from moving too much in his seat or from speaking when she was supposed to master the craft of the smiley red lipstick. Either way, the hair was the worst part at the time; Yangyang had claimed that he could just get it dyed, but the thought of bleaching his hair and dying it green simply to go to a Halloween party was too farfetched. Instead, some green hairspray had to do the trick, leaving a pout on Yangyang’s face until he saw the results. That day was a nightmare for her, tremendously harsh on her back thanks to her never-ending standing state, but seeing the smile on his face was enough.

Now, in the movie theater, with his hands clutching on to the tickets enough to make the tips of his fingers a little white, she envies that childlike excitement he owns. There was not a single wave that would ever be enough to wipe the smile off his face and if it ever were to happen, she would shelter him with her arms, afraid of Yangyang losing that spark that makes him so strongly himself. Natural, spontaneous, just her best friend.

Though, they are not alone. Lately, she can barely see him around people, let alone when he’s in solitude.

“What if we divide our money and pay for the biggest popcorn box?” Absolutely unexcused, she is thinking with her stomach in this getaway. The lights of the golden and red movie theater cast down on Yangyang’s golden skin, adorably and naturally outlined lips licked at the idea of the biggest, buttery box of popcorn, with its red and white stripes barely seen when their hands wrap around it. Yangyang reads her mind and maybe, he had thought of this, too, because he is taking out his wallet by the time she finishes the sentence, turning to her whilst grinning.

“I take your popcorn box and I double it with two big sodas because…it’s needed.” He contributes, typical of Yangyang to say something outrageous like that. His motto in life is to live in the moment and if stuffing their stomachs with popcorn and soda is what he wants to do, he will. He doesn’t care if later in the night, the guttural sounds of his stomach match the ache inside it, intestines and organs working hard to process the amount of food he ate, small in size and too little for his appetite.

Taking her money out, she smiles. “You’re right,” She says, moving forward in the line for the food in the Joker premiere at their local movie theater. “I can’t believe we’re watching this movie together.”

“I should be studying right now but like, I wouldn’t watch this without you.” Yangyang concludes, fumbling with his feet and balancing back and forth, too hyperactive to ever stay still.

“Don’t sugarcoat me—”

“I mean it! My roommate, Dejun, told me to watch it with his friends but I said no!” Moving one step ahead, he continues speaking. “You were the one that pushed through with my Joker addiction throughout high school.”

“You were…not cool as the Joker, let me tell you.” She tells him, raising her eyebrows to wiggle them in a teasing manner. “You looked like those kids that get their mom’s lipsticks all over their faces when they first try makeup.”

“…Blame the makeup artist, not the canvas.”

“What do you mean? I did what the YouTube tutorial told me to!”

“You didn’t do it justice, though!”

The feeling of a pair of arms hooking around their shoulders weighted their words down, someone’s strong arms pushing her body down slightly, sharing a glance with Yangyang who is in the same position. Elena is the one to hug them, tan skin gorgeous even with the thin layer of sweat over it, a big smile on her face when she ruffles their hairs. Cheng is somewhere, speaking to his own group of friends, college sweethearts that didn’t even spare her much of their times—a person who couldn’t even get in college is not of their interest, as it seems. The amount of people accompanying them is impressive, though extremely uncomfortable, leaving her silent unless Yangyang approached her. Charismatic enough he is to talk to the new people in their group of friends, but he opts to stay by her side, like a fish that never leaves the pond that watched him grow.

“Buy us some, will you? You’re the only one who works out of us, you should be the one inviting tonight.” Elena laughs, because in her words being borderline mean is what is considered to be a joking manner. Nonetheless, Yangyang spares her a glance, looks at her way her face hardens when she speaks.

“Elena, I need to save some money for rent. I’m not sure I am able to buy food for all of us—” She argues, something that has Elena sighing.

“Don’t be such a sap. You can earn that money back.”

Yangyang is the first one to move away from the grasp, shaking his head with a faint smile on his features. “We’ll be buying popcorn for us. I think it’s better if each of us pairs up with someone and buys popcorn for the two.” Not that their friend pays much attention, far different from the person she had met in high school, who used to hide in fear of being rejected by others. Elena had been once helpful, innocent, somewhat lost in the world, and her newfound popularity in college came out to be a surprise for everyone. Her eyes are fixated on the people behind her, Cheng talking excitedly to the rest of youthful individuals.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll ask Cheng.” She finishes, giving her friend a smile behind her bitten lip. “I have one friend I want to introduce to you, though.”

She points at her chest, in awe of the flirty undertone in Elena’s voice. “…Introduce someone to me?”

“He’s so your type.” Elena, always touchy even when someone is just simply not having it, wraps her arm around her shoulder even tighter before turning her away from Yangyang, pointing at the tallest of the group. “He has a beard and goes to the gym. He’s an engineering student, too, like, he goes to one of my classes and he’s just so hot. Yangyang knows him, too!”

She turns to her friend, questioning him in his spot, but he simply gives her an innocent look. “I didn’t know he was coming today, I swear.”

“I don’t want you to pair me up with someone, I’ve told you already.” The conversation always comes afloat whenever she reunites with her old high school group of friends. Relationships in the bloom of youth, when everyone is simply looking to have fun, necessary for the growth of a person—until it wasn’t. It isn’t, in any way, shape or form, the first thing on her mind. Growth as an individual, in the shape of intelligence and wisdom, is far more important than any connection with another person. “Much less with Viking guy over there.”

Yangyang muffles his laughter, though it comes out in high spurts before he takes her by the arm, dragging her away from Elena’s prying ways. “We’re going to buy some popcorn, just let her be. Not everyone has to have someone.”

Though, sitting beside Yangyang during the movie they had awaited the most as a group of friends is not equally as enjoyable when she has two of her oldest friends constantly having the ‘Viking Guy’, as she likes to call him, try to spark conversation up with her. It’s awkward, clearly noticeable in the way they end up in silence that neither of them are interested, simply trying to get by that movie and leave. At some point, she finds herself more tranced in the cinematography of the film, the raw and heavy storyline, the scrupulous acting. Honorable, really, and way more desirable to watch when Yangyang is constantly talking about the infamous laugh of the character to her, proactive in every single way.

In some point of her life, she went back to stage one—the part of her knowing that she is stuck in the past, in the days when Yangyang would take up most of her time and Elena would be much more of a supportive friend than she is now, thankful and giving her the bracelet that hangs around her wrist, reminder of Elena’s first guitar gig when she was younger. Cheng, though silent, was the first person whom had ever contacted her through the phone, back at the time of high school practically glued to Yangyang’s hip, twins in heart and soul until they grew to be different. What had changed, if she had not at all? It feels wrong to be the type of person that sits in between a group of people who has individuals she swore to know, only to hear them speak differently, holding inside jokes with others, simply leaving her out as the one that has never moved on. The Peter Pan, who never grows up, who starts to sound childish in her task of never moving towards college and simply, never living that youthful love affair that everyone talks about.

The soda inside her system turns bitter, the constant looks from Cheng pointing at her to talk to someone, but she simply shrugs it off, finding whatever excuse there is—like putting her phone up her ear and pretending to get a call, to get out of there.

The night engulfs her in nostalgia, wishing to go back to the days she could go to sleep knowing when she would see her friends next. Instead, she is left with nothingness, wondering if at the end, she’ll be alone again. Why are the people she adored so insufferable to her now? Is she wrong? All those questions are clouded with the image of Yangyang, bringing her back the type of people that had always welcomed her in. He was one of the exceptions, the young man whom had also never changed. Though, deep in her heart, she knew that one day he would have to cut ties with his high school days…

Seated on the staircase that welcomes the movie theater, she waits for her taxi to pick her up, leggings-cladded legs pushing her knees up her chest, resting her chin in between them. To the people passing by, she must look pathetic, but she can’t bring herself to care when she felt so utterly uncomfortable with anyone else that she had once loved, with the exception of Yangyang, whose friendly ways had brought her back to enjoy the movie.

The sound of footsteps makes her look up, watching a pair of legs before someone sits down beside her, Yangyang’s recently dyed brown hair moving with the wind when he turns to look at her. His eyes are filled with that empathy that he lacks in his youthful ways, the epitome of a summer boy in all its expanse, and she basks in the familiar feeling that they have. “I am sorry Elena mad eyou uncomfortable. I told Cheng and Elena that bringing their college friends is not a good idea.”

She rolls her eyes, puckering up her lips out of disgust. Maybe, towards herself. “I should be able to get accustomed to this.” She starts, voice filled with frustration. “But it’s difficult to be the one left out. Everyone is talking about college and how college sucks and I’m here thinking that wow, everyone at this table just got in and got it over with. Everyone at that table do not think about love as this sacred, eventful thing. They just live their lives and…” Her voice cuts short, biting down on her bottom lip when she pulls her gaze away from him, scared that he will be able to look through her insecurity. “I don’t.”

“Your life should not consist of college and love.” Yangyang says, shrugging his shoulders soon after. He is uncomfortable in these situations, not able to give proper advice. “I’m proud of you. You do very good at your job.”

“I didn’t think I’d be just working at this point. I thought I would get a scholarship and—” She scoffs. “Then, there’s Elena. How many times have I told her that I don’t like her pairing me up with people? It’s annoying.”

“I told her not to bring him over.”

“…Thank you.” She whispers, resting her head against his shoulders to seek that comfort his bony structure brings. Something about him is not exactly warm, but it leaves a fluttering feeling to rest on her heart, as if everything is going to be okay as long as he exists in the same timeline as her. “Why did you come out?”

“It’s dangerous for you to be out this late,” Yangyang starts before pressing his finger down on her cheek. “And the only person I really like teasing is you, so…I came here.”

“You picked me over the frat-people?” She asks, the joke lingering on her voice when she speaks.

“I already get enough frat-dosage in college.” He tells her, holding her shoulder with his hand before sighing. “You asked someone to pick you up?”

“A taxi.”

“Let’s wait and then, I’ll go back.”

Once inside the taxi, a smile on her face practically glued there thanks to Yangyang’s voice, she watches him turn his back and enter the movie theater and it’s so representative in such a way. Even when they are together, he’ll always have to go back to the real world, one in which she feels like she won’t be part of for long. Once he closes the door behind him, she rests her head against the window.

Hopefully, the time to leave her behind doesn’t come soon, like a toy he is too grown up to hold in his arms.

🌌

Sitting on the old, flowery couch of the house of Cheng’s parents, she feels like an outcast, sipping on her glass of water as everyone holds a bottle of beer, enjoying their lives when they don’t have to wake up early to go to work…perhaps, for a class they can skip and they won’t even be kicked out of college for that, something that would happen if she were to do that in her workplace. There, with the sound of the buttons of a PS4 controller being pushed down repeatedly, some match of Germany against Spain being played in the FIFA game, she feels like she truly isn’t cut for this type of life. Everyone seems to be pretending, music loud and yet, everyone is talking about what they have, what they do, what they don’t do and how easy it comes to them. People fight to seem effortless, clothes tight and fashionable and yet, they pretend they didn’t take a few bits of their day to think about it. Some are making out, not afraid of people watching them, others are blowing clouds of smoke into the hair, cigarettes merging with weed, and then, there is one person who simply can’t seem to talk to anyone.

It is not a complex of perfection, much less does she think she is better than anyone else, but she finds herself fidgeting with the edge of her cup, roaming her gaze around the place as she wonders where the eventful nights of talking had gone to when they graduated, if Cheng and Elena were even the same people that she had once known. The thought dries her throat, wanting to leave by the time she takes a sip of her drink, the liquid almost getting out of her lips when she feels someone wrapping their arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her temple that barely resonates through the music.

“Sorry, I’m late as usual.” As usual, who would have thought a phrase would bring so much joy? She thinks her usual days consist of a text from him or a reminder that somewhere in this world, Yangyang is always there for her. In the small seat, he manages to fit his hips, snugly pressed to the sides of hers while he takes a sip of his soda. “I had to take a bus here because I couldn’t find a taxi and…whatever, I got here, didn’t I?”

“You did.” She utters, fixing the messy strands of soft hair that swipe the air in spikey bits. “Reminds me of the times you would get twenty minutes late to the first period in high school. All day, every day.” The flushed sight of his cheeks marks a memory in her brain, seated at the back of the class beside Cheng and Elena, the latter probably looking over her shoulder to see what homework she had missed out on and Cheng mumbling something behind her ear in the form of a joke. Yangyang sat far away from her, in her line of sight however, looking for yet another excuse when he had none.

“I just love my sleep.”

“You really do.” She comments, pressing her phone back in her pocket before biting down on her bottom lip. “I’m glad you got here, though. Cheng is talking to his girl and Elena is smoking and getting her makeup done.”

Scrunching up his nose, Yangyang continues the conversation. “Elena hates getting makeup on, though.” That goes to show how much their lives had changed in over two years. Makeup is not necessarily the biggest of worries for her, but the sharpness of their texts, the unbearable state of knowing the end is near, that their personalities and lives don’t collide anymore. To certain extent, she feels like she continues to establish this bothersome friendship because she is scared of losing the warmth Yangyang brings her, missing him when he is not there, adoring him when he is by her side. “I won’t ask, though.” His eyes trail over the groups of people before he stands up from his spot, lending her his hand while he speaks. “Let’s go outside. It smells less like I’m about to lose my lungs.”

She chuckles at his words, wrapping her palm around his until she is up her feet. While moving through the seas of people, she gets to look at Yangyang. “I thought you’d be more into the party life.” Yangyang’s hair is moved away from his face, something unusual given to his laziness when treating with self-care. His outfit was fashionable, though, black and white striped shirt tucked inside a pair of black jeans.

“I don’t mind it,” Opening the door of the entrance of Cheng’s house, they are welcomed by his front yard, stars casting down on the beautiful garden, the faux butterflies the adoration of Cheng’s mother, one with nature and peacefulness. Quite the contrary from the explosion Cheng is once someone gets to know him past his quiet exterior. “But…you know, I just like spending time with you better.” He takes the cup from her hands, giving it a sip before humming. His eyes train on the stars, coating his eyes with the dreamiest of glares when she nudges his side with her elbow.

As always, she teases him, eager to bring laughter away from his lips. “You like me.” She sing-songs, something that has Yangyang widening his eyes comically before shaking his head.

“I don’t!”

“Yangyang, really, accept it, bro.” She huffs, looking up at the sky before she remembers this one pick up line battle they used to have in high school, starter of her blushed state in a way for Yangyang to make her more open to speaking. It had worked, just only that they made them even closer. “Ask me which Hogwarts house I want to be in.” She says, something that has Yangyang frowning before turning to look at her.

“What Hogwarts house do you want to be in?” He is amused, given to the tone of his voice, only to grin when he sees the fake smug smirk on her face.

“Not a Hogwarts house, but I would love to be in yours.” The horrid pick up line has him frowning and scrunching up his nose in disgust, pinching her lips with his fingers before swinging her head from side to side.

“Wash your mouth with Clorox, that’s the worst thing you’ve told me—”

But it is a conversation starter, in which she can finally get to hear the news of Yangyang’s week as a college student and she can ramble about this one client that doesn’t understand the importance of collectives, working with collections that are decades and decades old definitely has its fabric to cut and people who are not so glad with her job. The lights of the stars serve to give a hearty feeling, like what is being said in between them is only going to stay there, something that she lacks in her friendships nowadays. The only person that makes her feel like there are still people to trust in this world is Yangyang, and no one could take that spot.

With those faintly and naturally outlined lips of his, those mischievous eyes and that sweet but crazy nature of his, she thinks it would hurt her if he ever takes their friendship for granted, like how Elena and Cheng do, looking at the brighter people, the fun that comes with them. One day, the two of them are going to change…but growing up leaves her fearful, wanting time to stop and give her a break from the worries of tomorrow.

Their conversation is cut short when someone opens the door and asks Yangyang to go dance with them, something that he tries to deny until she tells him that it is okay, that he should go have fun. He looks over his shoulder, pondering if she is even in her right mind, but then he is out of sight, leaving her alone with the stars.

He deserves to grow away from her.

🌌

I saw Sai from high school at the train station today. He kept asking me about my boyfriend and I was so confused. Turns out everyone believes you’re my boyfriend…still.

That text was written earlier in the morning, when her shoulder blades were uncomfortably pressed to the seat of her train, wanting to get to work as soon as possible, but the response was only welcomed when she got her lunch break, back hunched when she checks her phone with one hand and the other takes her food out of the microwave. Wrong decision in the life of an adult, it seems, because the heat seeps through her skin and has her hissing quickly. The plate bumps the table in front of her, making her roll her eyes at her stupid decision before returning her gaze to the answer Yangyang gave over an hour ago.

She remembers the confusion the young and actually innocent version of herself had felt when she realized that people had always thought she was dating Yangyang. Her first real friend, the same guy who spoke about everyone he liked to her, and the person she spent every single moment with. As it turns out, walking beside someone in school is enough to create a rumor and that rumor gets out of hand when Yangyang simply decides to post a picture of his best friend in social media. Granted, sometimes she wondered what could happen if only she held Yangyang’s hand once, or if their little pick-up fight at the time was a way to blow on the tension between themselves—

Their situation is weird when this topic comes to their hands.

Ha-ha, time to confess!

Her eyes widen when she reads those words, the food she had pushed inside her mouth suddenly feeling like it could escape her mouth. She imagines Yangyang’s mocking tone, but the sentence reads weirdly, scrolling down until she sees the rest of the texts:

I may have liked you the first few months of our friendship, but like…I thought it was not mutual and never really did anything. Got over it, though, I realized you’re a dumbass.

The thought of Yangyang crushing on her like he had done on the endless list of girls simply has her dumbfounded. Yangyang, acting like a complete fool to get her attention and using his stupid pick-up lines to get to her heart. The base of the first joke they had as friends was a way for him to flirt with her, and that is nonsensical enough. In reality, she wonders if she would have ever liked Yangyang or if she has liked him, for the matter, if the fluttering inside her stomach is simply a way her body reacts to her feelings for him, if this comfort he brings her and this fear of losing him comes with romantic feelings. Is this why men are never enough…because they are not Yangyang?

This is not how she wants her day to go, though, too confused to even think if Yangyang feels like her real friendship because she had jumbled a crush with such a thing…or simply because this doesn’t feel real. She tries pinching her cheeks, watching the conversation before her and soon after, she replies.

I don’t think I have liked you, dumbass.

The reply is short, but Yangyang’s message comes faster than she expected it to go through.

Come on, I know you liked me the first time we met, too.

Frowning, she tries to think of her first thoughts when she met him…but they were all average. After that, the developmental phase of their friendship is what makes her confused. What had people seen that she had completely missed?

Also, you said I don’t think!

I didn’t like you, Yangyang.

So, you like me now?

You’re asking as if we were really going to end up together.

I don’t think so, but everyone has been wanting us to get together since year nine. I think it’s fair to say…we’re a match.

To think of Yangyang in such a light doesn’t seem impossible and while closing her eyes, she tries to think of kissing him…to see what kind of reaction spurts from her. She imagines the smile he would give her before leaning in, his soft hands holding her neck before he dives in, taking his time to tease her with a few inexperienced bits here and there, those lips that capture her attention suddenly turning into the reason why she opens her eyes and shakes her head. She couldn’t confess that somewhere deep within her she has always wanted this, the romantic reaction she could get out of him.

Thus, she responds:

If we’re alone by the time we’re forty, we need to reproduce and the Earth is about to die if we don’t create a baby, then we’ll be a match.

🌌

One day, the building she had tried to keep together with effort, deep breaths and the hope of getting her friends back tumbles down on her, reminds her of how different things are from the past and leaves her with yet another wound in her heart.

It has been quite a while since someone has hurt her that deep. She may have been thirteen or fourteen the last time it happened, far younger and more naïve, definitely looking to get her heart broken with the way she acted and it was expected, but she had never wished for her friendship with Elena to end. Though their beginning was rough, with her gut telling her there was something wrong with the overly excited young woman that wanted to push herself into every group of friends, she always believed in Elena and she was the person that pushed her to be the best version of herself. The pencil-written notes at the edges of her notebook, short explanations of the subjects she didn’t understand for when she was studying; the person who would write to her in her worst times, telling her that she is never going to be worth what people say about her; the same person who left all her prejudices behind to create something beautiful out of them. Then, came Cheng, an exact copy to Elena once they hung out more with each other, both her friends along with Yangyang.

Somewhere in between, Elena had forgotten about the importance of the lessons she learned with her friend. What had been done to her, she did to everyone else. No longer was she enough for the slightly older woman, barely a few months older than her, poking fun at the most miniscule parts of her, the torn sides of her personality that she got to see after so many years of friendship, taking them as weapons to go through her heart. Pushing her to be someone whom she is not, introducing her to a new man at every chance she gets, giving her number out like hot bread in a bakery, as if her matchmaking skills will save her from turmoil. The opportunity to have education and paid by her single mother at that is enough to make her feel like more.

The person who was once equal to her now feels like she owes her the time they spend together.

Cheng is the same, the conversation they had through the phone as they simply push her to ‘go out on a fucking date for once in her life’ is the last thing she needed after three months of wanting to see them, realizing that everyone had been right all along. Her mind, most of all, knowing they had changed. Perhaps, they are not bad people…but they are not the people for her, wanting a cookie-cutter versions of themselves, pushing their insecurities down in someone who is living her life differently.

It hurts to sit on the floor, head laying on her sofa when she reads over the texts, sees the blocked contacts and realizes how many pictures of them she has in her phone. Pictures of Elena hugging her when they shared their first birthday together. Pictures of Cheng with her during graduation, when he almost fell down the set of stairs out of nervousness. Those people who had been once her soul feel like they are suffocating her and when she looks at a picture of the four of them, Yangyang included by her side, she wonders when the time is that he is going to change and make her leave him, too, for her emotional health is far more important than any friendship.

The level of difficulty elevated after she realized she liked Yangyang.

It wasn’t rocket science to put the pieces together, fantasizing about seeing him and dreaming about him in a romantic light became more and more common for her. She knows she likes Yangyang, but she doesn’t know when the feeling developed. Maybe, after he had pointed it out or perhaps, it had always been there. Nonetheless, seeing his name pop up in the screen almost makes her feel like life is mocking her, pushing the green button on the screen down before bringing the phone up her ear.

“I read the group-chat texts.” He goes straight to the point, voice filled with rage and breath quickened with fear. This is the same voice she heard from Yangyang when he once thought he was going to get robbed, but thankfully nothing had happened. For one of the few times in his life, Yangyang is petrified. “…I was in class, just know I have nothing to do with this. I don’t agree with what they are saying.”

Sighing, she looks up at the ceiling, closing her eyes tightly when she feels the sudden need to cry. “Yangyang, do you think our friendship is going to end, too?”

“What? No, fuck no.”

“Why?” She asks, far too lost in the feeling of loss, grieving the friendships she had loved to bits.

“Because you’re my friend.”

“But you’re bound to grow up, Yangyang. I’m still stuck in the high school days.” The words that had been once told to her engrave in her brain, becoming one with her insecurities, all cause of hanging around with the wrong people in such an important moment of her life. “Well fuck, sorry.” She is defensive by now, frowning when she feels a lump on her throat, trying to battle the tears escaping her eyes. “Sorry you guys think of me as less for not going to college, or for not having enough money to pay for it. Sorry I don’t want to date around or that I never talk about who I like. Sorry I don’t drink or smoke or whatever. I just…I want to be happy, is that something I should be apologizing about? I can’t keep up with their friendship—”

“And you shouldn’t.” Yangyang says, voice filled with the emotions he hides, most often than not speaking in a lively manner. “You shouldn’t be friends with people who want to change you.”

“…They’re your friends, too—”

“They are not my friends if they hurt you.” The confession has her opening her eyes, chest shaking and limbs trembling, gripping on to the nearest cushion when a sob finally leaves her lips, immediately alarming Yangyang, though his voice remains levelled. “I’m picking you, again and again. You’re my best friend and I love you.” She can’t help but shake her head, in disbelief that even when his life had moved so fast and he had found a good set of new friends, he had always remembered his roots, the person whose days had always been filled with him and vice versa. “I love you and I’m coming over, okay? Don’t cry. I’ll be there in…thirty, maybe.”

It feels wrong to drag Yangyang down with her, along with the remaining pieces of the building that had been destroyed, but something she had not realized at the time that bad endings sometimes lead to good beginnings, that the lessons she had learned along with Yangyang could work for their individual lives. Nostalgia could never fight wisdom and it’ll never be more worthy than it, so she waits for the punchline from life when she opens the door to welcome Yangyang in, thirty-five minutes later only to receive a hug from him.

If his hugs could speak, warm and candid with the way his arms wrap around her shoulders securely, they would say it will be alright, that there is nothing that makes her any more or less than the people who have dragged her down.

Life is telling, both Yangyang and her, that the decisions they made that night are the most certain. They only need each other for now.

🌌

Truly, the aftermath a few months later leads her to believe finding friends is even more difficult once you become an adult. Opening up to people is a talent, actually, and younglings take it for granted. A heart can only take so many wounds from someone they love before it fights against the pain…and she learns that rather quickly, takes it and makes it something better.

Birthdays want to be spent alone, same with events that her coworkers invite her to—they seem to be too much hassle, like someone is nearing her to an extent she is fearful of, but as there is always told in every story, there is an exception. The exception of the rule, the positive answer that comes out of two negatives multiplied, and that name goes to Yangyang. The best friend that even though had grown apart from her, had always found a place in the most recondite of his heart to have her in there, that had never forgotten the importance of friendship, had memorized the days they dreamed about being older and the nights they dreaded the day to ever come by.

Meeting new people becomes easier with him; slowly, at her pace and how she wants it to happen, though. Yangyang never pushes her to do anything out of the extraordinary, standing by her side and bringing a smile to her face when he takes the time to pick her up from work or when he sees her entering the college grounds, carrying a container with heated food for him to have. The smallest things, tried even through their endless tiredness, keep them together. The fluttering feeling remains there, his arms always finding solace in her shoulders, her nose home in his collarbones, sniffing the cologne that sometimes he forgets to wear. Yangyang, though he continues to grow up and change, still feels like the best person she ever met. Her only friend.

And after a while, she came to the realization that she had grown, as well.

Grown away from bad friendships, became responsible with her job and had started to grow some passion for it. Dreams are dangling from the branches of the tree that is her, picking them up slowly, taking its time in developing herself, taking the gleams of the sun in as a way of growing. She was not the same, but it is okay, she, too, deserved to grow up.

The lung is kicked out of her lungs when she realizes that her little walk back home alongside Yangyang is coming to an end, that feeling she had as a kid of wanting to stay and play clinging to her, her hands deeply placed inside the pockets of his coat, standing behind him and dragging herself with his every movement. This is the closeness they have, the one that makes her heart race more and more with the passage of time—

One day, she’ll be grown enough to tell him she likes him.

“We’re here.” Yangyang announces, a pout on his face when he turns around, blowing on her slightly frozen hands. Her fingers could barely move, having forgotten her gloves somewhere in her apartment. “Take a hot shower once you get there, okay? I don’t want you to become an Elsa.”

“…Of Frozen, you mean?” She asks, earning a sharp nod from Yangyang.

“The blue dress isn’t your style. Neither is it singing.”

“Ah, shut up.” She says, resting both of her hands on each side of his face, hearing him take a short breath in when the cold skin of hers connects to his. “Work on that homework today, Yangyang. You can’t be leaving things for the last minute. You don’t know what could happen and then, you could completely forget about it.”

“I never will.” The confidence that radiates from him, one that only comes with the blank mindset of a young adult, thinking that they are able to do it all, is exactly what keeps bringing her back to him, because on the long run, Yangyang has taught her that she can do it all.

“I like you.” The mumble is only given in between the two and it escapes her like a kiss would in between two lovers that miss each other. Yangyang’s eyes don’t widen, he doesn’t give a surprised reaction, neither does he do anything impressive other than asking her:

“Are you joking?”

“I’m not.” She promises. “You know I never joke around with stuff like this.”

With a sigh of relief, Yangyang clasps her hands together, kissing her knuckles before bringing a big smile on his face. “I know,” He says. “I just…I don’t know; I feel like we were always meant to end up liking each other.”

That must be a positive answer, the one that she expected. She shrugs her shoulders, leaning forward until their chests were pressed together. “Maybe, we’re soulmates.”

“You say ‘maybe’ as if we aren’t already.” The dumb tone of voice he uses to imitate the word has her laughing, shaking her head when her head takes its spot over his collarbone.

“Well, let me correct myself. We are soulmates.”

The soft gush of air that leaves his lips paints in the sky romantically when he finally says something serious, unlike Yangyang in every possible way. “We are.”

And the starts twinkle, indicators that every dot of theirs connected to create their own constellation. If it is written in the stars, it is meant to happen.

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Sexy Drug [Yoongi x Reader]

credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

Requests opened // m.list

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Oral (f), anal (f), creampie, alpha, etc

Wolf: Kook - Tae - Jimin - Joon - Hobi

Summary: Sexy girl I just fell in love, you should try it it’s a hell of a drug - “Sexy Drug” Falling in Reverse

WC: 5.9k

A/N: I cannot believe I only have Seokjin and I’m finished with this au. I will be writing second parts to those that have requested them, but they won’t come out right away. Ah, thank you for the love and support y’all :)

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Yoongi wasn't known to be interested in anything but sleeping and working. Since he was a music producer, he spent most of his time in his studio. Mixing and writing anything and everything under the sun. He enjoyed what he did for the most part. The only time he hated it was when he would have to drive for hours for certain music shows. Although he’d never appear on the screen, he would celebrate with the artist whoever won the award that he wrote the song for.

Nowadays, Yoongi spent most of his time tucked away in his studio, as he was too busy to hang out with anyone. One afternoon, Yoongi was lying down on his couch when his phone buzzed. He groaned, rolling over to pick it up and see who texted him.

“Why the -” Yoongi pauses, noticing that Namjoon sent a message out. He was curious as to why they had to hold an emergency meeting, but he wasn’t going to start complaining now. He simply set his phone down, then proceeds to grab a few things. If he was going to be out with his members, he might as well look somewhat decent. And if they were going to get food, he would need his wallet just in case Jungkook decided to be sneaky again.

He gathered his things and removed himself from his studio. Then grabbed the next subway towards the center of the city where they would all be meeting. When he arrived at the nearby cafe, he noticed Taehyung was pacing back and forth. His hair was a complete mess, and he looked like he just saw a ghost. Then, his eyes glanced over towards Namjoon and Seokjin. Both of whom looked like they were having a serious conversation.

“Ah, who’s going to get coffee?” Yoongi questions slipping himself in the booth with his hands in his pockets. Both wolves stopped their conversation to watch Yoongi slip beside them. Namjoon gave him a warm smile while Seokjin looked like he wanted to murder Taehyung.

“I will hyung,” Namjoon answers, merely waiting for the others to show up. A few seconds later, Jimin and Jungkook came waltzing in, then Hoseok behind them. Yoongi never understood why Jungkook wanted to cover his entire body with tattoos, but it was his choice in the first place. Plus, Seokjin really couldn’t say no to him, considering that man spoiled Jungkook a little more than he should.

Not to mention, they both had an obsession with tattoos in the first place. Seokjin dropping out of college to become an artist and Jungkook following his art to the ends of the earth. So basically, Jungkook was a living breathing canvas for Seokjin, and it wasn’t going to stop until his entire body was covered.

“Oh good because I was just about to take my cat nap.” Yoongi quickly retorts, pushing himself all the way towards the window as the other wolves slide themselves in as well. This perked Seokjin’s attention, and he simply rolled his eyes at the younger wolf. He didn’t need to say anything because his expression was enough to get his point across. Taehyung still didn’t sit down beside them, and his pacing was starting to get under Yoongi’s skin.

“For the love of God, Taehyung,” Yoongi starts noticing that Taehyung paused in his pacing. “What the hell is going on where you’re pacing so much?” Yoongi usually became a little crankier whenever he didn’t get his afternoon nap. If he wanted to watch Taehyung pace back and forth the entire time, he would have done so earlier in the day when he was up to. Now, his patience was growing thin, and he didn’t want to sit around for nothing.

“That’s why we’re all here,” Namjoon says, avoiding eye contact with Taehyung. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow as the others were interested as well too. Seokjin, on the other hand, looked as if he was about to punch something or someone. Yoongi was starting to connect the dots, and he turns his head towards the younger wolf.

“You didn’t do what I think you did...did you?” Taehyung’s face paled, and he avoided answering that question. Then, Jimin groans loudly and slips in his seat as he let the cat out of the bag.

“We told you not to go to school when you were like that!” He scolds, bringing a small hand up to rub his face. “Now look at the mess you’re in...” Jimin mumbles, looking away from his friend. Yoongi didn’t have any words, none the less he could feel Taehyung shrinking in his seat. This was going to be a long meeting if Taehyung did what he suspected.

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Slowly, Yoongi moves back towards his studio. He blocks the memory of the meeting out of his head like it was a nightmare. He didn’t want to think about it any further, so Yoongi was repressing it. On his way back, he paused at the corner of the street he usually turned on. His eyes glanced over towards the figure. Who was leaning against the stop sign with a lollipop in their mouth. He cocked his head a bit to the side, intrigued by this person.

You wore tight jeans and a leather jacket. Your half your hair was pulled back into braids as the other side was long and straightened. You wore light makeup that made your eyes pop, as well as some jewelry around your wrist and fingers. To finish the look, black combat boots covered your feet. You were sucking on a lollipop as it was the only source of food you had at the moment, considering that you didn’t have any money to go out and buy something delicious.

When Yoongi approached you, you didn’t make a sound. Nor did you give him any sign that you noticed him approaching. It was only when he stood right across from you did you finally lock eyes with him. One of the first things you noticed was how dark his eyes were. They were almost as dark as your brothers but probably lighter. You couldn’t tell due to the night sky and what little light was around you.

“May I help you?” You asked, shifting your stance against the sign. Yoongi simply stood there, his head tilted to the side. He wasn’t checking you out, because he didn’t have that look of lust or any other disgusting qualities. Instead, he seemed curious about you. The way his brow furrowed and scrunched, while his nose crinkled slightly.

“You’re not a witch, are you?” Yoongi bluntly asks. At first, you didn’t understand what he was asking, then, you noticed something you hadn’t before. The moon wasn’t full yet, but due to your own magical powers, you could usually see through someone’s disguise if they weren’t human.

The wolf he kept secret made its appearance right before your eyes. It was how the shadow manipulated itself to show the large creature off. This time, you straightened yourself and popped the sucker from your mouth.

“And what’s it to ya?” kicking your left leg out and around. Yoongi crinkled his nose again and then turned his head to the side. Breaking eye contact with you as he shifts uncomfortably under your gaze.

“I usually don’t see witches in this part of town,” Yoongi mentions, finally turning his head back to lock eye contact with you. You didn’t see it before, but this time you noticed the amber glow to his eyes. He wasn’t indicating that he was about to change, nor was Yoongi indicating he was in some type of rut, but once again, it was the wolf behind it all. Showing off his alpha pride as if he was trying to court you, or scare you. Neither of which affected you in any way, but you found it amusing.

This time, you pushed yourself off the sign and moved closer to him. So close that Yoongi had to take a step back because you were invading personal space. Your eyes glowed a bright purple, showing off your own magic. “Well, sir,” you whispered the color starting to darken as your emotions became filled with amusement rather than what his wolf wanted you to feel. “I guess you’ll just have to start getting used to it, huh?” then you popped the sucker back in your mouth and made your way around him.

Yoongi stood there for a few seconds, then turned around to see if he could spot you. But because you used magically to disappear, the second he turned around, you were gone. A low growl emanated from his throat as he stormed off towards his studio while another headache started to brew.

The nights continued like such. You leaning against the stop sign and Yoongi often stopping to briefly talk to you. At first, he saw it as a small annoyance and would usually try to pass you. However, you often stopped him and snuck a conversation upon him. You were conditionally training him, much like Pavol, to his dogs.

What fun experiment it became until one night you witness his wolf for the first time. Like usual, you were leaning against the stop sign minding your own business. It was the middle of the night, and the full moon was bright and high. You assumed that Yoongi wasn’t going to show up, considering that he would probably be running in the woods with his pack. How you figured out each other's names was by accident as both of you didn’t want to learn who the other person was. Nonetheless, it was going to happen sooner or later.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand when you heard a low growl from the right. Immediately, you pushed yourself from the sign as you felt a magical energy pulse through your veins. You turned to face where the sound came from and was met was a large black wolf. For an alpha, you were surprised that he was smaller than you’ve seen. Maybe by a few inches, but you couldn’t quite tell glancing at him.

How you knew it was Yoongi was because you had seen his wolf before. Although this time, it wasn’t from the shadows. Yoongi moves closer, bowing his head and then bumping it into your body gently. At first, you didn’t understand what he was doing, but then you realized he was probably trying to get you to calm down.

Maybe your demeanor was off, or different. Of course, it would be because he scared the living crap out of you. “My first question is why the hell are you here?” watching as Yoongi’s wolf sat down like any animal would. His front paws came out while he tucked his back, paws behind him. He stood straight and bowed his head in your direction.

At the question, Yoongi tilted his head to the side. He, too, was confused why he suddenly appeared here, but he couldn’t only say it to you. Instead, he lowered his body, so his head was in front of yours. He wanted you to pet him and damn it you wanted it too. Sighing, you reached out and began to scratch the top of his head. Getting right behind his left ear, making him close his eyes. This felt like he was getting all cozy with you. Almost like he wanted you to be his mate, something you were opposed to at first.

You only knew Yoongi for a little over three weeks. Within those three weeks, you started to develop a small crush for him. He was blunt, sarcastic but overall a soft cinnamon roll. His company was something you did look forward to each night; he came home as his presence was the high light of your day. It seemed that Yoongi felt the same. However, you didn’t quite know because you didn’t want to ask.

Yoongi pushed your hand to other parts of his head; he loved feeling the scratches you gave him. He only pulled back when you did and locked eye contact with him. “Maybe you should head off before someone sees you,” you whispered, pushing your hand back into your pockets. Yoongi made a pouting like face, which made you laugh.

This was the first time Yoongi had heard you laugh at anything. He was surprised by how the sound hit his heart as he wanted to hear more. When you calmed down, you brought a hand out to touch the side of his nose gently. “Please Yoongi,” the way his name left your lips made his heard pound once again. “The last thing I want is to see a wolf I’ve started to enjoy, get killed.” then, you started to pace back into the night.

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The other members caught on quickly that someone had caught Yoongi’s eye. They could tell by how his demeanor had changed rather quickly. It wasn’t that he didn’t seem happier to be around the members, but it seemed as if he became over thrilled and excited. He often part took in small activities that he usually wouldn’t have, and that shocked everyone.

“Okay, what the hell is going on with you?” Jungkook asks one afternoon as they were heading towards the usual cafe. The younger boys were on their fall break as the eldest decided to take the weekend off. Yoongi tilts his head to the side, acting like he was unaware of what Jungkook was talking about. Yoongi had noticed it himself as every night he seemed excited to leave them. The way you unconditionally trained him to stop at that sign had worked, but it had also brought feelings for both sides.

None of which would openly admit it again like the first evening he showed up as his wolf. Taehyung came up behind Yoongi and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. A small grunt escaped his lips as he tried to glare over his shoulder at the younger wolf. “I think he’s falling in love.” Taehyung purrs reaching around to squeeze his brother’s cheeks.

Yoongi pushed him off so quickly, it made Taehyung and a few others laugh as well. What he wasn’t going to admit to them that he was falling in love. But, since they were bound to each other, they could easily read it from his emotions and how he held himself. At this point, four out of the seven members had already had mates.

One of which was a vampire, a hunter, and two humans. Yoongi still couldn’t get over how Namjoon mated with a hunter, but he wasn’t going to start complaining because he wanted to mate with a witch.

“Shut up,” Yoongi grumbles turning the corner with his pack. As he did so, he felt your presence almost immediately. You stood outside of the cafe, having a heated argument with someone Yoongi didn’t realize. That someone was the opposite sex and something buried deep in his chest as he saw you. Yoongi paused in his tracks as he observed what was going on.

Even though he couldn’t hear what the argument was about, he could tell that you were on the brim of tears. The way you held yourself so strong sometimes amazed him. “Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin questions as all six of them paused to watch what Yoongi would do. They all assumed that whomever he was looking at was the mysterious girl he fell in love with, but yet, they were more concerned about him.

Yoongi didn’t notice it, but his body began to shake with anger. His eyes slowly started to turn that bright amber color as he watched from afar. Then, everything happened so suddenly. Namjoon yelled for Yoongi, but he couldn’t hear anything except for the blood pounding in his ears.

The man you were arguing with pulled his hand back and smacked you so hard you lost balance. Everything went red as Yoongi charged forward snarling. The man turned to watch as Yoongi wrapped his hands around his neck and tackled him to the ground. Teeth bared and eyes dark with rage. All Yoongi wanted to do was kill him for harming you, for making you want to cry.

“Jungkook!” Namjoon yelled, running towards the scene as the man below Yoongi started to gasp for air. Jungkook took long strides to catch up to the scene as he began to use his strength to pull Yoongi off. Namjoon moved towards you as he first asked if you were okay. With Seokjin’s help, they pushed you to the side as the other three were attempting to get Yoongi off of the man below him.

“I could kill you,” Yoongi snarls his nails starting to break skin. “Don’t you ever lay a hand on what’s mine.” As Namjoon was helping you get up, those words hit you differently. It wasn’t like you were upset at him saying it, but it shocked you. Their questions asking if you were okay were starting to become a blur as you watched Jungkook’s grip tighten around Yoongi’s arms.

Jimin helped your ex up and demanded him leave as quickly as possible before anything else happened. He glanced towards you, then back at the raging wolf. Your ex knew of the supernatural, yet he had never encountered anything outside of witches and wizards.

“You should go,” You started in a meek voice. “I don’t think...I don’t think you should be here.” You continued now, turning yourself away from all of their gazes. Your ex simply moved a few paces back and then did a light jog away. You turned towards Namjoon, assuming he was the leader since he called everyone to action. You didn’t look at Yoongi as you could feel his anger still boiling inside.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked for what seemed like the 100th time. You simply shook your head in silence, then reached out to touch his arm only to remove it swiftly. Without saying anything, you headed off in a different direction to clear your head. Leaving the rest of the pack to settle Yoongi down in any way possible they could.

Later that night, you didn’t show up to the stop sign. Yoongi strolled in only to be disappointed in not seeing your face. He pauses where you frequently stood, leaned up against the object, and looked up at the sky. Whatever came over him, he couldn’t describe or explain. However, he could feel himself starting to get more irritated the closer he got to his own heat like cycle.

It was more commonly known as a rut. When an alpha male would be driven by the lust for however long, he stayed in it, and for Yoongi, he usually got irritated easier the closer he came to it. Yet he always locked himself in his studio to allow it to pass. Now since he found someone to ponder over and slowly fall in love with, the only thoughts he had were mating you.

Watching you submit under him and many other dirty things floated in his mind. Yoongi wanted to try and explain himself, but he assumed you weren’t coming tonight. So, he pushed himself from the stop sign and made his way back towards his studio. Maybe there he would find some peace and quiet.

Yet it wouldn’t come for him. His body became drenched with sweat as his pupils dilated. His heart rate quickened, and most of his blood flow went in between his legs. Usually, he would be able to work in such conditions, but since this was the first time he’d experienced love - it was all different.

His thirst for you was enough to cause Yoongi to make him aggressive. He found himself tearing up pillows and throwing anything he could get his hands on. In doing so, Yoongi was so focused on what he was doing that he didn’t realize you entering his studio. It was only then when you cleared your throat, and his body stiffened.

First, Yoongi wanted to grab something to hit whoever came in. Second, when he smelled who it was, he was confused then assumed you must’ve gotten in with your magic. It was still considered as breaking and entering, but he wasn’t going to question your motives. Yoongi didn’t turn around to face you; instead, he stood there with his back straight and jaw clenched.

“So this is what you do when you’re horny,” You mused, shutting the studio door behind you and leaning against the wall. Yoongi didn’t answer.

“Ah, playing tough silent alpha roll now, aren’t we,” You continued lowering yourself on his couch. One of the few pieces of furniture that weren’t affected by his hormonal rage. Once again, Yoongi didn’t turn around, but he did respond to you.

“How did you know?”

You simply shrugged your shoulders, not that he would see it, as it was your way of answering him silently. Then, a verbal answer came forth. “I never know when alpha’s get like this, but I can usually tell the signs. Not that the sign from earlier was any indication, but just hearing you raging outside was enough for me to make an assumption” You crossed your legs at the knee, hands sitting on your thighs as you still glanced in his direction.

Yoongi was going to answer, but you simply cut him off by starting off from where you left him at the cafe. “I can tell you want to mate me Yoongi, hell I wouldn’t mind you biting me right now either because I would love to spend the rest of my life with you.” you paused craning your neck to the side. “And I will admit what you did back there was one hell of a turn on.”

Now that made Yoongi spin where he was standing. When his eyes locked on your form, he could feel his wolf growling deep in his throat. You wore tight leather jeans that extenuated your curves and a white crop top that was showing the underside of your breast. Which you weren’t wearing a bra, to begin with, so he saw your nipples perk underneath the fabric.

Your hair was styled the way it had been the first night you saw him, but your face held very little makeup. Besides the bright red lipstick that seemed to be calling him to smear and destroy. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you while he tried to keep any and all sources of control. But just seeing you like this was hard for him to stay in power.

You noticed his demeanor change instantly when he turned around, so you played with it. Spreading your legs and making small movements against your thighs. Which made his eyes focus directly on them, never leaving even as he spoke up.

“You don’t know the things you do to me,” he mumbles, taking one small step forwards.

“I have somewhat of an assumption of what I can do to you.” you continued on that thought, then poked your tongue out to bite gently on it. Yoongi’s eyes snapped from your fingers and to your face. The seductive nature you suddenly brought was enough to make him growl.

“Well c’mon alpha,” You start heckling him over like an owner would to their pet. “I don’t have all day.”

That’s when Yoongi lost all sense of reality and control. He took two strides forward, wrapped his arms around your thighs and hoisted you up. Wrapping your legs around his middle as he slammed your body against the wall. Creating a dent that he would eventually fix later.

You grunted at his rough nature only for you to get distracted by his rougher kiss. His lips captured yours in what could only be described as a drunken, lustful encounter. His long fingers began rolling and kneading your thighs like he was messing around with dough. Yoongi positioned himself in between your legs with one knee pressing up into your ass to hold your body upright.

When Yoongi pulled away, hot, heavy pants escaped both parties as breathing was important. You let out a shaky laugh, rolling your head back and looking at the ceiling. “Having funt here?” You mused, attempting to push your body into his. Yoongi didn’t answer; instead, he gave a simple smack to your thighs.

This caught your attention as you moved your head back to look at him. His eyes were brighter than they usually would be, that amber hue poking its way in. Yoongi uses one arm to hold your body close to his as he sneaks the other up your back. You shiver at his cool tough, not expecting it right away. He wraps it around and pushes the fabric up, eyes widening at the sight of your breasts.

“This can’t be the first time -” You pause only for Yoongi to glance back as his expression said no. You didn’t say anything else because he decided to fill the silence with his low voice.

“Y/n,” his fingers drumming their way up your right side to brush under your breast. “How many times I fucked doesn’t mean anything right now,” he pinches your nipple in between his index and thumb. “What matters is I’m going to make you cum so many times you won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.” snapping the sensitive nub back in place.

You mewl at his actions, his words causing your already throbbing core to ache. You wanted more than just his attention on your breast, you wanted him in between your legs. Touching you in places that needed the attention more than what he was giving now. Yoongi’s eyes moved down to where his body was pressed against.

His left eyebrow raises, then relaxes as he lets out a throaty laugh. “God, you smell so good.” he purrs, releasing your nipple to wrap around your waist again. This time, he throws you over his couch. Having your land on the soft cushions, then pulling your legs up over the armrest. Your back was arched against the cushions as your legs were spread eagle.

Yoongi uses his brut force to tear at your leather jeans because he said it was the quickest way to get to what he wanted. “Someone’s really trying to get laid tonight,” he mentioned at the sight of no underwear underneath. Before you cold counter back, Yoongi already bent his body forward.

He stuck his head in between your legs and flattened his tongue against your folds. The second his tongue hit your skin, you knew you were in trouble. With two fingers, Yoongi opens your folds up to reveal your clit and attacks it by quick up and down movements.

You pressed your knees against his head while your hands were scratching at the leather under you. You felt your entire body shake the more attention he gave you. Yoongi was messy when giving oral, and he used it to his advantage. The way his tongue pressed against your clit and used your essence to drive you closer to your own edge drove you insane.

He was edging you as Yoongi didn’t want you to cum just yet. When his tongue wasn’t pleasuring you, it was his fingers. He didn’t prep you at all. Instead, he pushed three digits inside and curled them up into your bundle of nerves. Quickly inserting them in and out as he placed open mouth, kisses all-around your thighs and pelvic area.

Not at all giving you any attention to your clit as he knew it was one of the many ways he could get you off. You bucked your hips into his digits, praising him when they touched your sensitive nerve endings over and over again. “Damn it, Yoongi!” You cry clawing at the leather and arching your back.

“What? Are you not having fun?” he teases, pushing his fingers out and leaning his head back in. Yoongi flattened his tongue again and pushed it in between your folds. Pressing against your clit and quickly pulling it back, leaving you to groan out in frustration.

“I want to cum,” You beg resting your back against the couch.

“Give me one good reason why I should let you cum,” he growls, nipping at your skin. You whimper at the harsh bite, your head turning the side so you wouldn’t lock eye contact with him. When Yoongi didn’t receive his answer right away, he smacks your clit.

Another whimper left your lips, which soon turned into you crying out as he repeated this simple action over and over again. When he could tell you were getting closer, Yoongi stopped all movements and stared right up at you. Watching as you squirmed because you weren’t getting any attention from him anymore.

You pressed your knees into his body again, silently pleading that he would start up once more. Yet, he was still waiting for you to give him an answer because he was pure evil. “I can’t think of a good enough reason,” You rasp your breathing, finally settling down as he still wasn’t giving you any attention.

Yoongi simply shrugged his shoulders as he stood up. You observed him move to the other side of the studio, shuffling for a few things. “Alright then,” he starts pulling out something you couldn’t quite catch. When Yoongi came around again, he quickly flipped your body over and had your knees bent at the armrest.

Ass sticking up and torso pressed against the cushions. “You’re just not going to cum until I say so,” he mentions shuffling behind you then dropping whatever he had in his hand. You were caught off guard when you felt a cold liquid substance coat your ass.

You finally put two and two together, but it was too late. Yoongi pushes two fingers inside, stretching you almost instantly. “Fuck!” You cried, pushing your ass back into his thrusts as he didn’t allow you to adjust to him. Instead, he moved his fingers back and forth, curling them downwards as his thumb came up to stroke small strides against your folds.

“You like my fingers fucking your pretty little ass, don’t you?” he muses, pushing the third inside and stretching you further. You moan at his finger entering, your back arching slightly to this newfound pleasure.

“You think you can take my cock later?” he questions, thrusting his fingers in somewhat hard, making your answer fly from your mouth.

“I..I don’t know Yoongi,” you repeated, considering you assumed he didn’t hear you the first time.

“You don’t know, sweetheart?” He asks, licking his bottom lip. “Well, do you want to try?”

“God, yes.” the answer came out almost automatically. Your body was already heightened from the foreplay he had you subjected to earlier, however, now with his fingers in your ass, you were willing to try anything. Yoongi smiles while he pulls his fingers out.

He shuffles around again, then you hear the thud of his pants. This gave you enough time to calm your beating heart down since you knew what was happening next would take a lot out of you. Yoongi presses his tip against your ass, gently pushing himself in. He made sure to lather himself up with enough lube since he assumed this was your first time.

As his tip presses into your ass, you gasp by how different it felt. The sting of him moving in was enough for you to grip tightly on the cushion, but it wasn’t enough for you to ask him to stop. Yoongi was careful enough to allow you to get used to his girth as he knew it would be a lot for you. When his pelvis hit your cheeks, you moaned at out delicious he felt inside.

“Jesus fuck me already Yoongs,” you whine. This was enough for him to push back and then forwards in slow strides. Your body lurched forward a new sense of pleasure rippling through your veins.

“I never thought you’d be this tight Christ,” he groans nails, digging into your hips. You wanted more than just to feel his cock penetrating you, you wanted his fingers against your clit. Rubbing you until you couldn’t feel anything at all, only pleasure.

You reached in between your legs and brushed your fingers against your clit, which caused a loud moan to escape. Yoongi noticed this and tuts. He leans inwards, pressing his chest against your back, thus giving him more leverage to fuck you deeper. His fingers swat yours away and don’t give you the attention you crave.

“Didn’t I tell you you weren’t going to cum until I say so?” his breath hitting the back of your neck. At the same time, his thrusts become faster as he felt himself get adjusted to you.

“Y...Yes,” you whimper, feeling Yoongi smile at such a reaction. He doesn’t say anything to you, instead continues what he started. Back and forth, your bodies went as each party wanted nothing more than to feel the intimacy that was created. Your body shook and shivered at each bite and touch Yoongi littered on your skin. He wasn’t going to leave a clean slate when he was done with you. Instead, he was going to make sure you remembered this night for the rest of your lives.

Yoongi presses two fingers against your clit and began to slowly rub you into an orgasm. “I want you to cum for me, Y/n,” he whispers, planting an open-ended kiss on your back shoulder. You didn’t respond to him with words, instead of with your moans. Your ass pushed into his thrusts as you didn’t want to feel empty. Your hips were attempting to buck into his fingers, but you were too preoccupied to successfully do so.

“Yoongi,” you moan

“Yes, baby?”

“Mark me.” you paused, then continued. “Please make me yours.” Yoongi doesn’t automatically respond because he could feel his own end start to build. His mind was hazy, and the words you spoke to him felt like they were too good to be true.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispers, pressing another kiss against your skin. Instead of answering him right away, you gave him a moan in response. What happened next was just as much of a blur to you as it was to Yoongi.

You felt his teeth sink into your delicate skin, the pain of his bite sending you over your own end. You spasmed under his movements, your orgasm shaking you to your core. Yoongi’s bite tightens as he milks himself deep inside your ass. The sheer rush of it all left you panting and twitching even as Yoongi pulls himself away.

Your body gave out almost instantly, but Yoongi caught you with one arm. He flips you over, smiling down. Your eyes went straight to his cock, noting that he was still as hard as a rock. You chuckle at him, then shift yourself up on your knees.

“Round two?” You ask, reaching to stroke his length. Yoongi twitches under you, but rolls his head back, then forwards to lock eye contact with you.

“I told you you’re not leaving here walking.” he muses, bending down to capture your lips in another lustful kiss.

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