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And So It Begins | jhs

✽ Summary: You thought you had missed your chance, but you’re just an idiot and Hoseok is bad at communicating

Or, Hoseok lets you know he’s single

✽ Teacher AU | word count: 6.1k

✽ Jung Hoseok x Reader: fluff, angst, friends to lovers, implicated cheating, but no cheating, pining, slow burn, hoseok is soft, namjoon is your brother and jungkook is a child with taehyung, including a lot of frustration

A/N i havent wrote in ages, but i hope this one is as enjoyable as it was when writing it! please let me know what you all think and thank you for reading<3

The sun was bright as it shone through the orange-coloured leaves. It was warmer than usual, even though the air was still crisp. Your classroom was brightly lit by the natural light seeping through the wide-ranging windows, accompanied by the sound of children playing outside.

A sigh parted your lips as you continued to mark the tests you had handed out that morning. The complaints and whines from your students were still buzzing in your ears making you smile. You loved your students; they were always so full of life and eager to learn.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” a familiar voice drew you out of your trance.

Hoseok. Jung Hoseok. A colleague— a fellow teacher you had been working with for almost three years. He was sweet, always knew what he was doing and was always so helpful.

“I am in a good mood, thank you,” you answered with a cheeky smile.

He returned the smile with a fond gaze in his eyes, talking to you always cheered him up. Just seeing you seemed to lighten his day, and you would’ve thought or felt the same if he didn’t have a girlfriend.

It was your own fault; you missed the chance to go on a date with him because you were sick and busy grading papers. However, what made it worse was that you couldn’t even hate the girl he was with because she was so sweet to everyone.

Two-faced as fuck, but you had yet to witness it.

“Do you want to have lunch with me?” He asked, shyly.

Another smile made its way to your lips as your eyes made contact with his. A red hue accommodated his cheeks while he waited for a response. It was easy to say yes to him, easy to give in and have lunch as friends and nothing more. But when he was with the woman he was with, then it wasn’t that easy or simple even.

“I’ll have to get back to you. I think Mr Park and I are having a meeting,” you told him.

The way the smile fell from his lips made you feel so guilty. You weren’t lying but it wasn’t the truth either, Mr Park, better known as Jimin, wanted to meet you after school not during lunch.

“I’m sorry,” you added before he could leave.

Hoseok seemed to avoid you after asking you to lunch, Jimin didn’t seem too pleased with you lying to him. It seemed like he told Hoseok the plan was to meet after school hours.

It was your own fault for lying and beating around the bush. More so, it was childish and immature, you could’ve just said yes like you wanted to and then dealt with his girlfriend later.

Too late now. You sighed.

“Parents evening is coming up,” Namjoon said trying to lighten the dull mood.

He was a single dad to a beautiful girl; he was also your older brother who seemed to know every little thing about you.

“Did Yerin remind you?” You smiled.

Namjoon shook his head in full offence, “I remembered by myself,” he berated like a small child. “I have a good memory.”

You chuckled at the scowl on his face making him smile in return. The atmosphere did lighten up thanks to your brother, and the sour memory of Hoseok avoiding you was quickly forgotten about as the night went on.

“So… has she been a good girl?” He asked quietly.

The coffee on your desk was getting cold, but that was the last of your worries. One of the students in your class was beginning to slack in terms of homework.

You weren’t one to tell children off for not doing their allocated work at home, especially when you never did yours as a child. However, it was worrying when the smartest kid in class was falling behind.

Hence why, when the end of the day bell rang, you were quick to call him over before he could leave. There was a sad look in his eyes and you instantly knew something was wrong.

The talk with your student went on longer than you anticipated, but when he told you how he felt and what was going on, you didn’t have it in you to tell him to stop talking.

He trusted you.

“Is it ok if I call your dad and speak to him?” You asked, carefully.

Jungkook slowly nodded his head, his eyes were brighter as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, miss!” He beamed as he left the classroom.

A sigh of relief parted your lips as you watched him run towards his dad. The clouds were grey and dull, but that didn’t seem to faze the two standing outside, and when it started raining, the smiles on their faces only seemed to grow wider.

When Namjoon called you that night to see how you were doing, you were more than happy to tell him you were doing great.

After that, things seemed to be going well until you ran into Hoseok. He was holding two small boxes of art materials and was out of breath from running down the flight of stairs.

It was awkward but at the same time it wasn’t, just because you didn’t speak to each other anymore, didn’t mean you were now nothing but strangers.

At the end of the day, you were both adults and he was your colleague. One little mistake shouldn’t ruin what you two had, hence why an apology was in order and maybe lunch to make up for things.

“Would you like some help, Hoseok?” You offered with a smile.

Hoseok seemed hesitant at first, but he nodded his head, answering with a short, ‘yes, please.’ You took the box on top before following him to his classroom, it was now or never.

After placing the box on his desk, you turned around to face him. There was still a friendly smile on your lips, but he could tell you had something to say.

Hoseok was different from your other friends, he was sweeter than honey and brighter than the sun. He was careful with his words and actions, more so, he was loyal.

“I’m sorry for lying to you. I hope I can make it up to you by… maybe… buying you lunch?” You offered.

The way his face lit up at your words caused your heart to jump to your throat. This would’ve been so much easier if you didn’t have feelings for him.

“I’d love that, y/n,” he beamed.

You returned the smile before telling him to text you a day and time. That night, you went home with a light heart and skip in your step.

“Auntie, are you ever going to find a boyfriend?” Your niece asked you.

Namjoon choked on his chicken, eyes wide in surprise, he never thought his daughter would ask such a question. But you didn’t seem surprised, instead, you laughed in response and sent her a wink.

He wasn’t sure what that meant, but Yerin seemed to like the answer since she winked in return.

Namjoon sighed, girls were a mystery.

“Does Yerin know something I don’t?” your brother asked while washing the dishes.

You retired your chin on your hand while you watched him. He was bound to drop a plate or glass soon, it just meant you would need to finish off the dishes and clean his mess.

“I’m not going to drop anything tonight,” he declared while turning his head around.

There was a frown on his face as he glared at you, and It reminded you of the times your mum would tell you off or the times she would shout at Namjoon for breaking something.

“Do you remember when mum would get us in trouble for silly things, like laughing?” You reminisced.

Namjoon chuckled in return as he nodded his head. Of course, he remembered. While raising his daughter he’d come to learn that he was very much like his mum.

“I got Yerin in trouble for whistling the other night,” he snorted making you laugh.

“Mum would be so proud of you, Namjoon.”

He gazed at you with so much parent-like love, “and you.”

The rest of the night was spent looking through old albums and laughing at embarrassing photos while drinking wine and wishing time would slow down.

Winter was right around the corner; nights were colder, and the days were shorter. Now school was the last thing on children’s minds as they spoke about Christmas, and what they wanted from Santa Clause.

You smiled as you listened to your students talk about candy canes and finding the perfect Christmas tree. It reminded you of the times you would go sledging with Namjoon and have snowball fights with Yoongi.

“Miss, what are you doing on Christmas?” Taehyung urged with eagerness.

His question seemed to pique interest in the whole class as they had stopped colouring in. Their eyes were shining under the bright lights as they waited for you to answer his question. Truth be told, you didn’t have an answer. Well, you didn’t have one that would satisfy their minds or excite them further.

“She’s having dinner with me.”

The girls squealed at Hoseok’s’ answer while the boys sniggered to themselves. You playfully shook your head while asking them to quieten down so you could speak to Mr Jung. They were quick to do as they were told, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t try to listen to your conversation or watch on with eager eyes.

“What can I do for you?” You greeted as you approached him.

“I don’t know if you remember, but you offered to buy me lunch,” he stated.

The few giggles heard behind you made you laugh to yourself easing your racing heart. You didn’t think he’d take the proposal since it’d taken him almost a month to get back to you.

“You’re right, I did offer,” you nodded.

“How’s Friday? I know it’s late but—“

“Friday is fine,” you cut him off before he could apologise or give an excuse for why he’d taken so long to get back to you.

His smile was contagious enough to make your class smile. But it wasn’t enough to make you forget about his girlfriend, the one woman you were trying to stay clear of.

It was when you were walking to your car you felt a hand on your shoulder. There was a strong feeling in your gut telling you not to turn around, but you still did.

And there she was.

“Hi Irene, can I help you?” You inquired politely.

She shook her head while slipping her hand into her pocket. Her long eyelashes fluttered over her tinted cheeks as she blinked. She was annoyingly very, very, pretty.

“I know you’re getting lunch with my boyfriend. So, I am only here to remind you that he is taken, and he’s mine,” she told you.

You were slightly taken aback by her strong demeanour, but it was a given that this would occur. You even had nightmares about it.

“I’m not going to steal him from you. He wouldn’t cheat on anyone and I would never do that to anyone,” you replied, trying to remain calm.

There was a smirk on her lips as she flicked her hair over her shoulder and fixed the scarf around her neck.

“As if he would want you anyways.”

The snicker that followed her words, in the process of her turning around and leaving, caused a heavy shiver to shoot up your spine.

You had a bad feeling about this.

Namjoon was rambling on about how Yoongi and Jin kept arguing about shoes when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You weren’t shocked to see multiple texts from Jimin but when you saw Hoseok's’ name, you felt yourself stop breathing.

A part of you knew it was a text to cancel plans, you didn’t want to believe it, but you knew. So, when you opened the message to read the text, you weren’t surprised.

However, you were disappointed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Namjoon urged, softly.

You shook your head in reply and shoved your phone in your pocket. There were two ways to deal with this 1) to become really angry and never talk to Hoseok again, or 2) pretend you’re ok and move on.

He wasn’t single anyways; he was just a friend.

“Nothing, it’s just Jimin and his workload,” you lied while keeping a small smile on your lips so he wouldn’t worry.

Namjoon didn’t believe you, but he didn’t question you further either. If you wanted to talk, you would and he, of all people, knew that.

Still, at this point, option number one seemed to be better than the one you picked. But, at the end of the day, you were an adult with a full-time job.

And it sucked.

“I wish I wasn’t at home sick the day Hoseok asked me to dinner,” you voiced. “We wouldn’t be playing this stupid game and I wouldn’t have missed my chance.”

Namjoon remorsefully shook his head and hauled you in for a hug. He was quick to kiss your forehead and rub your back in comfort.

“If all these thoughts are coming from Jimin’s workload, you better ask him to stop messaging you,” he joked trying to lighten the mood.

It didn’t work of course, but it did bring a genuine smile to your lips. Hoseok would always be just a friend, and that was something you had to accept.

The very next day you were back at work, and so far, it seemed to be going okay considering you’d yet to come across Hoseok. However, for whatever reason, it seemed like he was avoiding you.

…Which was fine since you didn’t really want to talk to him, even though it was kind of childish…

“Auntie, I forgot my lunch,” a small voice spoke making you smile.

You felt the need to coo at your niece for being so adorable, but that would embarrass her, and then you would never hear the end of it.

“Come here, your dad texted me this morning. I picked up your favourite sandwich and drink at the supermarket before coming to work,” you grinned seeing her eyes shine at the sight of food.

“Thanks, Auntie!”

Yerin was quick to hop into a chair at one of the many desks in the room and eat her lunch. She would chat with you almost after every bite and tell you about her day like she would at home.

It was nice having company… maybe you should ask Jimin to meet you for lunch, it does get a bit lonely sometimes.

“Mr Park said he has a someone special,” Yerin voiced with a mouth full of food. “He said she works here.”

You rolled your eyes at the little girl; she was just as bad as her dad.

“Yerin-ah, you were supposed to eat the sandwich, not destroy it.”

She giggled in response while hopping off her seat, “thank you, auntie! I’ll see you at home time.”

You watched her throw her trash in the bin before running out of the room. It made you feel a little sad to see her leave, but there was nothing you could do about that.

“Hey, you,” Jimin beamed when you stepped into his class.

He was marking papers, something you should’ve been doing too, but you didn’t want to sit alone anymore.

“Let’s get dinner,” you proposed just as you stood in front of his desk.

The sun was setting behind Jimin producing golden hues. It made the room look different, more intriguing rather than dull and boring. Jimin stood up and stepped around his desk after reaching for his coat. He must’ve agreed to your suggestion because he was already walking towards the door.

“What are you waiting for?”

His smile made his eyes disappear, and it made you laugh to yourself as you remembered him complaining about how he couldn’t see whenever you made him smile.

Jimin was a good friend, he always would be.

“Nothing. Let’s go.”

When you invited Jimin to dinner, you didn’t think he would invite Hoseok and his… girlfriend. It’s not like this was a double date, more so, you just didn’t want to speak to them.

The sun had set long ago, the stars were shining, and the moon long replaced the sun. A sigh parted your lips as you felt cold air seep through your coat. Maybe you could cancel last minute and go home. They would understand since you took care of Yerin a lot when Namjoon worked.

Another sigh left your lips.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked with concerned eyes.

You smiled at him and nodded your head. He must’ve known you were lying, or you’re just a really bad liar because he was quick to pull you aside.

Why were you so easy to read?

“Is it because I invited Hoseok?” He questioned further.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s really immature but I just— I can’t,” you told him.

What you said didn’t make sense, but Jimin seemed to understand.

“Let’s go somewhere else. Wait here.”

You watched him step towards the couple, watched him take Hoseok aside and tell him he was taking you somewhere else. Hoseok’s smile fell as his gaze met yours, he didn’t question further but you knew he wanted to.

Jimin didn’t say anything when he led you out of the restaurant. He didn’t say anything when he ordered the food. He didn’t say anything when he paid for the bill.

You were thankful that he didn’t pry into your mind, to be honest, you didn’t have an answer yourself. Maybe you were jealous of Irene or maybe you hated yourself for not trying with Hoseok.

It was too late now anyway.

“Thank you for dinner, Jimin,” you beamed. “And for taking me somewhere else.”

He shyly shook his head, eyes small crescents as he smiled widely.

“It’s ok. I’m sorry I invited them without asking you,” he replied sheepishly.

“It was my fault. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.”

Jimin was sweet and careful with you, his touches were soft and words sincere. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to be in love with him. However, in the end, you really just wanted him to find the perfect person, someone who would love him forever.

“I hope you work things out with Hoseok,” he shrugged, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

You disregarded what he said. Instead, you smiled at him again and kissed his cheek before thanking him once more and letting yourself into your home.

It’s not that you didn’t want to ‘fix’ things, it’s just that you didn’t know what needed fixing. Was it miscommunication? Or were you simply overthinking everything?

Probably the latter.

“Namjoon-ah, I’m home.”

“Enjoy your Christmas break, class, and don’t forget to leave out cookies for Santa,” you winked as you dismissed your class.

They happily said goodbye while they trailed out of the room, one by one. You could see Hoseok down the corridor waving bye to his class too. It had been a while since you spoke to him, to be honest… you missed him. A lot.

He made eye contact with you before stepping back into his room. Hoseok looked good in a suit and tie. But he looked better with a smile on his face and you hadn’t seen one in a while.

A deep exhale left your lips as you pulled your phone out of your coat pocket. There were multiple texts from Jimin and a few from Namjoon; as usual.

However, there was also one from Hoseok.

From Jung Hoseok:

— I was wondering if we could talk.

— Maybe over a cup of coffee?

You were nervous. Really nervous.

To Jung Hoseok:

— Make it a hot chocolate and you have a deal.

From Jung Hoseok:

— Done ;)

Sometimes you wondered what it would feel like to belong to someone. Other times, you wondered what it would feel like to belong to Jung Hoseok.

“Thanks for meeting up with me.”

You blinked out of your daze when you heard his voice. It took you a few seconds to realise you’d reached the chosen cafe.

“It’s ok. I really needed a hot chocolate,” you chuckled nervously. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Hoseok seemed nervous, well, more nervous than you. He had a woolly scarf wrapped around his neck while a black coat engulfed his body. It made him appear smaller. Cute.

He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, but he kept his gaze locked on yours. As if he was studying you, memorising your features to secure it in his memory forever.

It was a comfortable silence. Almost.

“I—Well… I wanted to talk about us,” he muttered, eyes dropping to his hands.

You nodded your head, silently prompting him to continue. However, you had a few things to say too.

“It’s just that… We used to be such good friends, and then I asked you out and everything kind of… fell apart? I don’t know,” he sighed in frustration as he thought about it. “I’m sorry if I ruined things, I just, I guess I wish you told me how you felt sooner.”

Now it was your turn to be frustrated, not only because of the obvious miscommunication between you too but also because of how stupid he was. It was almost as if he didn’t know anything.

“You didn’t ruin anything, Hoseok. I explained why I couldn’t meet you that night, I really wanted to, but I was sick,” you told him.

Hoseok seemed even more confused than before, he couldn’t get his head around what you’d just told him. Mainly because he didn’t receive a text from you that night.

“I didn’t get a text.”

That couldn’t be right. You remember sending a text to him because Namjoon told you to stay home. So, how?

“I really didn’t, y/n. If I did and if I’d known you were sick, I would’ve come to see you,” he added.

“It’s ok, I believe you. I’m just confused.”

He nodded his head in relief and finally smiled at you. Everything seemed to be making sense between you two. The only thing left to figure out was how this miscommunication occurred.

“Me too,” he chuckled breathlessly. “But it’s weird because Irene turned up out of nowhere.”

Your eyes were quick to meet his, to see how he felt about her as if you could. It was strange because he didn’t seem too pleased about the way her name rolled off his tongue.

“Are you two… like… a thing?”

It was a stupid question because everyone who worked at the school knew. But they’d all heard from Irene, that was one person. That was one side of the story, no one had ever heard anything from Hoseok.

More so, your question seemed to throw Hoseok off guard.

“We’ve never been a thing!” He suddenly argued. “Why would we be when everyone knows I like you?”

“I’m sorry! There’s no need to get angry, it’s not like it’s my fault. You never told me how you felt.”

He scoffed in annoyance while rolling his eyes, “y/n, I asked you out on a date! That’s bound to tell you something.”

You’d never seen him angry before. Hoseok didn’t even get angry at his class when they misbehaved.

“I didn’t know, okay. Irene told everyone you two were together,” you muttered under your breath.

Hoseok shook his head in disbelief, you didn’t know if he was angry at you, Irene or himself. Maybe it was your fault for believing someone like Irene. You sighed.

This wasn’t going as well as you thought it was. The guy you liked, liked you back but you were too oblivious to see that and now, now he was leaving.

You wanted to cry. Why was the universe never on your side?

To Joonie:

— Can you pick me up? Please.

From Joonie:

— I’m on my way, love

What a great start to Christmas break…

“Y/n, you need to get out of bed,” Namjoon scolded once again when he opened the door to your room.

He had been trying to get you out of bed for two days now, but you weren’t listening. A deep exhale parted his lips when he saw you pull the covers over your head.

This was ridiculous.

“What kind of example are you setting for your niece? This is not how you deal with your problems, now get up before I drag you out of bed.”

You groaned at his words and reluctantly threw the covers off when you heard him walk away.

“At least shut the door, you asshole!”

“Language!” He yelled back making you cringe.

This was not going to be a good Christmas break, and to make it worse, you still wanted to cry.

It was nearing 4pm when you finally dragged yourself out of bed. The moon had already replaced the sun, and a thick white blanket covered the city.

You felt like going back to bed and never waking up until you really needed to. But you opted for your phone instead since Namjoon was extra scary when he was in mom mode.

From Jimin:

— Text me for plans!

From Yoongi:

— I think we need to organise a horror movie night!

— But just us… if you know what I mean ;)

— Jokes… text me!

From Jung Hoseok:

— We need to talk.

From Irene:

— You made Hoseok cheat on me!

— You said you would never do that. Lying Bitch.

Wow, okay.

To Jung Hoseok:

— Screenshot sent.

You didn’t get a reply when you sent the screenshot, not even hours later. To be honest, you tried not to care.

But it was hard not to.

“Good to see you’re finally awake. Come and eat something,” Namjoon shot without giving you a second glance.

At least your brother cared about your well-being.

Christmas break was going as well as you expected it to. Most days were spent having coffee with Jimin; small outings with your friend… which he called dates. You didn’t think much of it, friends could have friend dates, right?

But then, then, after one too many coffees, he asked you to be his date to his parents Christmas party. Something about wanting to introduce his favourite person to his family. You didn’t know what it meant—what he meant, but you couldn’t say no.

Namjoon was over the moon when you told him. He said something about finally getting over a long crush and moving on. He was wrong, you weren’t moving on. The last few days had been somewhat like an out of body experience, leaving you confused and annoyed.

You don’t know what you were doing.

“Wear a nice dress for him,” Yerin voiced while she watched you raid your closet.

“I don’t have any.”

She clicked her tongue as she slid off your bed. Yerin was a sweet little girl, but sometimes you believed she was an old soul. The way she spoke or acted only proved your assumption.

“Auntie, wear the dress you were going to wear on your date with Mr Jung.”

You let her move you out of the way and observed her draw out a bag from the back of your closet. It was buried away so you would never need to see it again, not like you had anywhere to wear it anyways…

“Here,” she forced, giving you the bag.

Sometimes Yerin reminded you of your mum.

“Thanks,” you muttered, earning a smile in return.

The dress fit better than you remembered. It looked nice. Who were you kidding? It was perfect… just perfect for the wrong guy. Still, maybe dating Jimin won’t be hard.

You say that while your heart sinks at the sight of Jung Hoseok.

Jimin didn’t tell you Hoseok was invited, he didn’t tell you he would wear a black suit with a tie that somehow matched the colour of your dress, he didn’t tell you he would smile and shine.

More so, he didn’t tell you that Hoseok would avoid you.

There was nothing you could do about that though. If he wanted to avoid you so be it… the whole situation, however, annoyed you more than you thought it would.

“You look beautiful, y/n,” Jimin complimented.

He reached for your hand and interlaced it with his. Your eyes caught Hoseok’s before you turned your attention to your friend.

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased making him laugh.

“I need to be honest with you,” he sighed with a small smile. “I didn’t invite you to be my date. I invited you because you and Hoseok need to talk and sort out all the misunderstandings.”

This wasn’t the first time Jimin had been so serious, but it was the first time he had been serious with you. More so, he was right.

You really wanted to talk to Hoseok and ask him what his problem was, because who acts this way with the person they like? But then again, you didn’t tell him how you felt, you were too worried about Irene. Someone who meant little to nothing to Hoseok.

The whole thing was really fucking stupid.

“Okay, thanks for being honest, Jimin,” you replied.

He drew you in for a hug before pushing you towards Hoseok, “talk it out and thank me later.”

It was awkward for about five seconds, but then it seemed like things were going to be okay when he smiled at you. Not at Jimin or Jin but you.

There was no exchange of words for the first few seconds, it was obvious a lot had to be said but the two of you didn’t know where to start. First of all, there was the situation with Irene. Second of all, there was the screenshot and then, then there were your feelings.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Hoseok finally addressed.

You nodded your head, “I know.”

He held onto your hand and led you into Jimin’s room. He closed the door before stepping onto the balcony for fresh air. It was stuffy inside, and the air was nice and cool against your skin.

The stars shone brighter than the city lights– the city which seemed to go on forever over the horizon. It made you feel small and incapable. The world was a big place waiting to be explored.

You had a lot going through your mind, but you didn’t know what to say.

Although it was Hoseok who spoke first. He had his hands in his pocket as he stared at the city ahead.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. There was a lot to deal with after we spoke, even more after you sent me that screenshot,” he spoke quietly as if afraid to wake the world.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.”

Hoseok turned around to stare at you– properly stare at you. It’d been a while, he regretted not speaking to you sooner. So much went through his mind when Jimin told him you two were meeting up for coffee or lunch.

It annoyed him when Jimin called them ‘dates’, but there was nothing he could do or say… until now.

“Irene won’t be bothering you anymore, I sorted it all out,” he said while gazing into your eyes. “You won’t need to worry about her.”

“Tha–That’s good.”

He nodded his head before dropping his gaze. So far things were going well, so far it seemed like it would go back to normal. But then, then you hadn’t really voiced your mind or told him how you felt.

You didn’t know if it was a good time. He deserved to know, of course, he did. How would you tell him though? Hey, I’ve liked you for so long now? No, that’s embarrassing.

“You don’t need to force things to get better or be okay because I know they will be,” Hoseok voiced as he offered a smile.

It was almost funny how he always seemed to know what to say.

You presented a smile in return as you asked him to dance…

Namjoon was as dumbfounded as was your niece. They stared at you with wide eyes and dropped jaws. This wasn’t the reaction you were expecting on Christmas Eve when you told them about your talk with Hoseok.

“You didn’t confess?” Yerin almost screeched. “What kind of romance drama is this?”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “this isn’t a romance drama. It never was.”

“Watch your tone Yerin-ah,” Namjoon added in a stern tone.

Yerin was quick to shut her mouth, she knew not to get her dad angry. However, she also knew when she was right, and exactly what to say; it was a similar trait to your mum.

“I just think auntie should go and confess. Like, now.”

Namjoon stared at his daughter for a few seconds before turning to stare at you, his expression told you everything, and it was hard not to roll your eyes.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” you deadpanned. “He’ll be spending time with his family.”

Your brother shrugged his shoulders at you as he drew Yerin onto his lap. She was smart for a seven-year-old it was scary.

“You might never get the chance again,” he told you matter-of-factly. “It’s better to say it than regret it later, isn’t it?”

“I hate when you’re right.”

A lot went through your mind when you texted Hoseok. So much more rushed through your mind while you waited for him next to the Christmas tree. There was no one at the park except you and the fear of him not showing up.

It was nearing midnight. Three more minutes and it would be Christmas. Three more minutes and then you were leaving. He wasn’t going to show up. He wasn’t coming.

“Why are your eyes closed?” Someone asked,

A long exhale, you didn’t know you were holding, escaped your lips while you slowly opened your eyes.

“I was scared you wouldn’t come.”

He smiled his bright smile making you blush.

“That’s silly. We have a lot of missed time to make up for, so here I am,” he winked.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Sure, he was right about all the chances you missed, but did he know you liked him? Surely, not.

However, the smile on his lips and the gaze in his eyes said otherwise. He had to know… if he didn’t before he definitely did now. You asked him to meet you at night, next to a Christmas tree because you had something to tell him.

How obvious could you be?

“Hoseok, I think you already know… but I like you too.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he chuckled. “I already know.”

You laughed in return earning a soft gaze from the man in front. It kind of was like a romantic drama as your niece had said, just one with a little less drama. It was nice especially when Hoseok tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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— new girl.

juliet’s masterlist

word count: 1.5k

set in late 2016

summary: in which juliet makes two new friends on her first day at kq as a trainee.

a/n: uM turns out this is the first predebut scenario for juliet!! as always, let me know what you think and feel free to chat with me in my inbox!! thanks for reading and ily 💕🥺 take care!!

“And here’s the final stop of our mini tour, the practice room,” the company staff tells Juliet kindly as they stop outside said room, which is still dark as no one else had arrived yet. “You’re our only female trainee, so you can train with the boys. They’re sweethearts, but you can always come to us if there’s any trouble, okay?”

“Okay, thank you,” Juliet replies meekly.

The older woman smiles in response as she unlocks the door, stepping inside the room to turn on the lights. “We’re a bit early, so you can just wait here until the others and the instructor arrives. I’ll be at the front desk if you need anything. Good luck on your first day!”

The girl quietly thanks the woman, watching her disappear down the dimly-lit hallway before hesitantly entering the practice room. Truth be told, she never expected herself to be a trainee once again, having thought that her experience at SM was enough for a lifetime. But deep down, she knew that if she didn’t give it a second try—hence why she is now here—she’d spend the rest of her life being regretful and thinking about the what if’s.

Juliet also didn’t expect herself to be so early. She was told to come in a little earlier after school so the staff could give her a quick tour of the building before training starts, but she had expected at least some of the trainees to be here already.

Then again, she’s gotten a lot more introverted ever since moving to Seoul, so perhaps it’s a good thing that she has a few moments to herself.

Still, Juliet has never felt this awkward in her life. Scared? Maybe not. Nothing will ever beat the sheer intimidation and fear she felt on her first day at SM, and though she’s only trained there for two years—much less than most of the friends she met there—she already feels like she’s gone through the wringer. Still, being in a new environment with no idea what to expect is unnerving, especially when it’s so different compared to what she is used to.

Juliet looks around the room tentatively before sitting down on the ground, her back pressing against the cold wall. She takes the time to text her aunt that she’s arrived before shoving her phone back into her bag, not wanting to ruin her first impression on anyone by being on her phone.

She doesn’t know how long she’s being tracing the pattern on the wood flooring with a finger when the door to the practice room bursts open, revealing a tall boy around her age standing in the doorway.

Before Juliet can scramble up to greet who she presumes is her fellow trainee, the boy is already beaming at her as he introduces himself. “Hi! You must be the female trainee the staff told us about! My name’s Jeong Yunho, what’s yours?”

“Baek Minyoung. Or Juliet, whichever you prefer,” she says before bowing to him. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Juliet,” Yunho tries, still smiling brightly. She wonders how someone can be so cheerful after a long day, but his joyful disposition is definitely not unwelcome. “That’s a pretty name! Did you grow up abroad?”

“Yeah, I’m from Australia, but I’ve been living in Seoul since 2014.”

Yunho nods, eyes sparkling with amazement. “That’s cool! I’ve always wanted to go there. Is this your first time being a trainee?” he asks as they sit, ensuring that there’s a reasonable distance between them as to not make her uncomfortable. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Juliet, and she smiles wider to show her gratefulness.

“No, I trained under another company for two years before coming here,” she says quietly, omitting the name of said company to avoid being asked about her time there.

As though sensing her reluctance, Yunho dances around the topic. “Then you’re already a lot more experienced than most of us, so you don’t have anything to worry about! Did they give you a tour of the building yet?”

“Yeah, but it was pretty brief, so I might forget a lot of it after today,” Juliet admits sheepishly.

Yunho giggles. “Don’t stress it, the same happened to me too! But Hongjoong-hyung—he’s another trainee here, but he won’t be here today because he has another class—helped me, so if you need someone to show you around, I’d be more than happy to!”

Juliet smiles shyly. “Thank you, that’d be really great. Speaking of the other trainees, where is everyone?”

“Oh, they’re still probably at school or on the way here! We can keep talking until our trainer arrives—he’s really nice, so you don’t have to be nervous—or we can just... sit, if you don’t really want to talk. Either is fine!”

Now it’s Juliet’s turn to laugh. “No, no, we can totally chat! I don’t know much about anyone or anything here, so that can be a place to start!”

Turns out Yunho was extremely easy to talk to, and Juliet found that the following fifteen minutes or so passed by as though they were nothing.

It was slightly awkward when the trainee arrived with just the two of them in the room, but that remedied itself when a second boy, just as tall as Yunho, burst into the room, mumbling apologies for being late as the trainer simply laughed and told him to get ready.

The atmosphere was definitely more lighthearted than what Juliet was used to at SM, perhaps due to the jarring difference in the number of trainees in the room. Not that the trainer didn’t take them seriously—in fact, quite the opposite—it was just that everyone was less... tense and had more room to joke around.

The change wasn’t unwelcome, and Juliet finally understood what Yunho meant when he told her she didn’t have to be too nervous.

She does find it slightly nerve-wracking that the second boy would occasionally look at her confusedly whenever Yunho talked to her, but she supposes that it’s inevitable whenever a new trainee joins the company. Hell, it happened plenty of times at her former company as so many trainees would come and go, and everyone would be eager to get to know the new trainees. Some because they wanted to make new friends, others because they wanted to assess and intimidate the competition.

Juliet hopes that in this case, it won’t be the latter.

When they’re given a 5-minute break, all three of them walk back to where their bags are to take a sip—or rather, huge gulps—of water.

“You did great!” Yunho tells her, his bright smile never leaving his face despite how tired they all are.

“Thank you, so did you!”

“By the way, this is my friend Mingi,” Yunho introduces, patting his friend’s back to get his attention. “Mingi, this is Juliet. It’s her first day here.”

“Hi,” Mingi rumbles in his deep voice, “I was a bit confused back there because I thought you two were already friends because you seemed so friendly, but I didn’t recall Yunho having mentioned you before. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable from the staring.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” Juliet tells him, smiling to reassure him because of how apologetic he sounded. “Yunho’s just really friendly. I would’ve been an awkward mess if he didn’t talk to me first.” The tips of Yunho’s ears turn pink from her praise. “Did you two meet here too?”

Mingi shakes his head. “Nope, we’ve been friends for a few years before we came here.”

She can’t help but blurt out, “Do you only have tall friends?”

The two boys freeze, taken aback, though they quickly recover after a few seconds and burst into giggles.

“No, because we have you as a friend now,” Yunho says cheekily. Juliet can’t even find it in her to be offended, not when they just called her their friend. “Don’t worry, you’re young, you still have time to grow taller! Wait, when we’re you born?”

“2001.”

Mingi grins. “See? You’re fifteen? Sixteen? You have time! Plus, you’re not even that short now!”

“Easy for you two to say! I feel like I’m gonna strain my neck someday from talking to you guys!”

Yunho and Mingi exchange looks before crouching down to her height, though they don’t last long before they whine about how the position makes their thighs burn, especially from all the dancing they did, making Juliet giggle.

“Do you wanna get food with us later?” the older boy asks as he stands back up to his full height. “There’s this stall around the corner from the building that makes really good tteokbokki! Mingi and I always go there after training. You know, we gotta reward ourselves somehow.”

The girl smiles hesitantly. “I mean... if you don’t mind me tagging along, then I’d love to join.”

“Why would we mind? We’re friends now, aren’t we?”

“We... are?”

“You sound so unsure!” Mingi whines. She doesn’t know how she saw Mingi as scary earlier, because all those feelings of intimidation she felt towards him dissipated into thin air the moment they started talking. “C’mon, say it with more confidence!”

“We are!”

“That’s the spirit!”

a/n: “yunho dances around the topic” haha get it bc he’s a dancer 🤩🤩 i’m so sorry i’ll go show myself out 🚪🚶🏻‍♀️ anyways yungi best boys and i will not accept alternate opinions ✨✨ please feel free to leave feedback and chat with me, and have a good day!! ❤️

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everythingsinred · 3 years

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Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Natsume (pt. 16)

We've just seen a pretty stressful arc, and on the other end of this post is yet another stressful arc. Upcoming is little break from serious plotlines to focus more on relationship growth and introduce some concepts that may seem minor now but will be pretty important later (though that will especially be the case for Mikan's perspective).

I'm on something of a vacation right now so I don't have a lot of time to format and work on this. The editing might be somewhat limited so if there's more mistakes than usual (not that I ever make mistakes) then I'm very sorry.

Chapter Seventy-One

The next few chapters are a welcome respite from the stresses of two major arcs. We just had to deal with Natsume’s heavy backstory, Mikan’s near-death experience, and a lot of fighting. The next major arc is the Sport Fest, and that gets pretty heavy very early on. So having a short break like this is more than needed so that we can catch our breath and maybe foolishly hope that everything will stay “back to normal”.

We join Natsume, who is again looking wistfully at the little Christmas-wrapped bag. We still aren’t entirely sure what’s in it, reading for the first time, but we can surmise it has something to do with Mikan. But reading for the nth time, we know that it’s his alice stone, and he’s been keeping it with himself since at least New Year’s, but probably earlier as well.

Quick! Put that away, it's embarrassing!

He’s interrupted by Ruka, who is eager to spend time with his friend. They’re both able to laugh and joke with each other, which prompts Ruka to say that he knows Mikan helped Natsume get to the point where he can laugh freely.

It’s interesting, because, even though it should be, Natsume’s DA class life is not necessarily any easier. In fact, it’s harder. He’s going through more now than ever as a way to take all the punishment for the problems with the Hana Hime party. And yet somehow, despite all that, he’s still able to smile. He’s light-hearted. He’s at peace with his life, content simply to stand in the same vicinity as Mikan.

Natsume’s love for her is pure and innocent. All he wants is to keep her safe. Seeing her happy makes him happy. The fact that she considers him a friend is more than enough to keep him smiling. He is not morose that she probably doesn’t feel the same. In fact, in a lot of ways, he’d prefer she doesn’t, because he still can’t give much more than he already is.

So, yes, he can smile, despite his life not being much easier, all because Mikan is in it.

Ruka then points out another fact, that he knows Natsume stayed to protect Mikan.

Natsume confirms it. He says he’ll protect Mikan from anything that stands in her way, no matter what.

In the TokyoPop, he just says something like "no matter what" but here he just goes out and says it (sacrificing my own life...). Natsume's fate was obvious from the start. It was all leading to a specific outcome. It was always going to happen this way. He's just too eager...

This scene is a further example of how that scene from after the Christmas Ball has really changed their friendship. They are more open with each other. They have conversations. They laugh together. They communicate. There are still some topics Natsume won’t touch, but he can be open with Ruka about this.

Ruka says he wants to protect her too, because he also likes Mikan, and because he wants to keep Natsume smiling. After all, Ruka promised that if Natsume wasn’t smiling, he wouldn’t either, and now Natsume is smiling. That’s worth protecting, because it didn’t come easy.

There truly are no hard feelings between them about Mikan. They aren’t turning bitter, or arguing over her. There’s no resentment. They loved each other before they loved Mikan and ultimately they just want the other to be happy. And whoever Mikan chooses to love, if it even ends up being one of them, would be fine, because she’ll be happy too. Moreover, they both seem to be somewhat rooting for the other, and always have been, especially Natsume. He wants Ruka and Mikan to be happy, and because he’s aware that his life will be cut very short, he doesn’t think she will be happy if she chooses him, which would never happen, in his own mind. Why would anyone choose him over Ruka?

Ruka then reminisces on the day they both first met Mikan, where we get a full explanation of why Natsume tried to escape that day: not because of Misaki-sensei’s claims that Natsume was a repeat escapee, but because he was getting bullied and wanted a letter from his dad.

The story ends and they both notice Mikan crying, trying to find Hotaru. She finds Narumi instead, who makes a comment that he knew from the moment he first saw her that she’d save Natsume, and confirms that’s why he made her his partner. Now that Natsume is no longer such a troublemaker, and that he has done his job in helping him, there’s less of a weight on his shoulders. Of course, the wind is raging and she can’t hear him, but Natsume heard.

Who the fuck is Narumi calling a burden?

He’s angry because Narumi is right. He also finally knows who exactly pulled the strings to make them partners, and that he’s in love with her because of Naru’s meddling. So he jumps down from the tree and kicks him, causing Mikan, who was in his arms, to be flung far away.

That gives Natsume enough time to scold Naru for hugging Mikan in the first place, and also for having the audacity to say Natsume’s behavior was a weight on his shoulders. Essentially, stay out of my business, despite the fact that Narumi sticking his nose in Natsume’s business is exactly the reason Natsume is so happy right now.

But even when Natsume storms off and Mikan angrily follows him, and they’re both trailed by Ruka, Narumi can see the truth. He was spot on.

Chapter Seventy-Two

This chapter is a fountain of lore! There’s so much new information and the online scans have kept me ignorant to it for a long time! There’s a lot of text and info, so it might be daunting to have to translate it all and write it out, but the price of saving time is that fans who care will be at a disadvantage.

I wanted to share some of the information that I’d found lacking in the scans just in case anybody wanted to know: the more powerful a user is, the more control they have over a stone’s size, shape, and vividness of color. Thus, Tono, a powerful alice user, can make his alice stone look like an eggplant. You could imagine a powerful user making their stone heart-shaped, or more circular or ovular depending on what they like best. The color of the alice stone reflects the user’s personality and maybe even their alice, not necessarily their favorite color, which is how Ruka’s ends up being a cream/brownish color, and not blue like I’d imagined for years. Koko reads some color meanings from an aura textbook to help sort out what the colors in a stone might signify.

This is all brought on anyway by Mikan being followed by an aquamarine alice stone, which we can tell is probably Sakurano’s. Out of loyalty to Yuka, he has strong wishes of wanting to protect Mikan, hence the stone following her around and being aquamarine, which symbolizes feelings of compassion and care.

Natsume and Ruka are both confused about this stone--it’s neither of theirs, after all--but since Mikan has so many friends who care for her, even amongst the staff and upperclassmen, it honestly could have come from anybody.

Although everyone wants to see Natsume make an alice stone, seeing as he is the most powerful alice user in Class B, Narumi makes it clear that he’s already learned everything there is to know about making stones, and thus can do whatever he wants during the lesson, which is what Natsume had wanted. This is intriguing information, because Narumi says specifically, “There’s nothing more we can teach him,” which begs the question: how does Narumi know? Has Natsume shown the staff his alice stone? It’s unlikely he would’ve asked a teacher for help in creating one, since he doesn’t trust any of them as far as he can throw them. But maybe, in order to get out of doing the lesson, he showed a teacher his alice stone to prove that he doesn’t need to be taught anything.

Tono brings up one last tip before they all begin to make their first alice stones. For once, you’re not using your alice for your own use. Somebody else will be using your stone, so how you feel about the person will come out in the stone, whether it’s good or bad. Wanting to protect or harm somebody, whether you have concern or resentment towards them, it will all show up in the stone, so focusing on certain emotions is tantamount to getting the result you want. These feelings can also influence the color, like everything else.

Red is mentioned as being a color of passion and strong feelings, and although Natsume's alice stones are all red anyway, according to his personality, it's interesting that when he makes a stone just for Mikan, it comes out as such a vibrant red. He is very passionately in love with her and it shows in the color. He also only had to think of her to get such a huge stone, and although that's also due to the fact that he has such a powerful control over his alice, it's also impressive that just thinking of her yielded such results.

It is after this lecture that Mikan is finally made aware of the true meaning behind exchanging alice stones and the romantic significance it can carry. Anna and Nonoko explain that the romantic tradition is what inspires girls to give stones with their chocolates on Valentine’s Day, and that it can also connote a proposal of marriage.

Mikan freaks out now that she knows what she and Ruka essentially promised. Natsume can see that she’s freaking out, but because he saved himself this humiliation by rejecting Mikan’s stone, the only person he’d really be concerned for is Ruka, whose feelings he was initially protecting by not telling Mikan anything that night.

Before anything crazy can really happen, everyone starts the lesson and gets to work making their stones. Although Iinchou and Hotaru are more successful, making stones that can actually be seen and held without a microscope, the rest of Class B isn’t quite as skilled yet. They’re all exhausted from the effort, even if it only gave them pebbles as a result, and all somewhat embarrassed and depressed that they couldn’t make bigger stones.

So Tono suggests they play “Alice Stone in the Dark”, that is, that you find someone in the dark and when the lights come back on, you have to exchange stones. Class B only gets really into this idea at the concept of getting their hands on a useful alice to make the most of the possible combinations.

He has this expression for the whole scene. He's so cute when he's flustered.

Thus the game begins, and even Natsume participates, albeit reluctantly. He’s probably just trying to avoid other people and possibly being forced to exchange stones--because he’s not going to make one on the spot and he doesn’t want to give away the stone that rightfully belongs to Mikan.

It turns out luck is on his side, because someone grabs his hand and when the light comes back on, the person is Mikan! She smiles in relief that she was able to find him, and explains that she wanted to force her stone on him. She keeps blabbing on and he doesn’t say a single word the whole time, just standing there shocked because of all the people in the class, Mikan wanted to give her stone specifically to him.

He's never gonna lose that tiny pebble... this is one of the best things that's ever happened to him.

It’s tiny and practically unusable, but that doesn’t matter to him. This little pebble is enough for him. She wanted to give him her stone, because she cares about him, and that gesture is enough to finally spur Natsume into leaving her his alice stone by her bedroom window. It’s more or less anonymous, but he wants her to know that she is thoroughly loved too, even if she has no idea who loves her this much.

Chapter Seventy-Three

It’s Valentine’s Day, otherwise Hell on Earth for popular Alice Academy boys. The romantic and sweet ingredients for chocolates at a normal school are replaced with potions and chemicals and pranks. The more popular and beloved you are, the worse your experience on Valentine’s Day will be.

Mikan decides to give her chocolates to all her friends, but they make it clear to her that accepting chocolate from anyone less than your true love would be terribly risky and stupid, so even if she does give it to all her friends, they probably wouldn’t eat them.

Maybe I’m wrong, but Natsume, who’s looking through a Sanrio catalog, wouldn’t be all that bothered about being one of many to receive chocolate from her. She specifically selected him to receive her pathetic alice stone, after all, and he’s made peace with the fact that they can never be together.

He does get bothered later, however.

He’s hiding, because it’s Valentine’s Day and he’s incredibly popular. He has an overly passionate fan club and closet admirers from all over campus, so being out in the open is dangerous business. He stays in the vents for a while, and thus he witnesses Mikan giving Ruka some Valentine chocolate, asking him to be the first to accept them. They both escape the classroom, Mikan dropping a little baggy of chocolates as she goes.

Natsume drops down and decides that he will be the first to accept them, actually, and eats them. It’s not anything huge, and Mikan won’t even find out that he ate them until a year later, but for now, he’s just acting on his own. He can be selfish here because nobody else knows about it. It’s just a harmless little thing to make himself feel better, with absolutely no consequences. Besides, he finds the chocolate disgusting, so no harm no foul.

Natsume, she couldn't have asked you first, she didn't even know where you were!

The climax of the chapter happens when all the most popular boys in school: Tsubasa, Tono, Natsume, among others, are all running from a stampede of rabid and sadistic girls. They’re flinging chocolates willy-nilly, desperate to get a catch. One is heading right towards Mikan, so Natsume gets in the way, catching it just in time, right when a girl flings one into his mouth.

Natsume has just consumed a love potion chocolate, selflessly, for Mikan (this chapter is so silly), so of course he’s now infatuated with Tsubasa, who is terrified, because it’s embarrassing and because Natsume will be pissed when the potion wears off.

This is very romantic but very ridiculous. Natsume really does take protecting Mikan quite seriously.

More or less, since the love potion is like a pheromone extract, we can see how Natsume has changed in his reactions to such an alice. In the very first chapter, Natsume passed out entirely from the pheromones. Misaki explained that someone entirely inexperienced in romance would pass out immediately, but Natsume is no longer inexperienced, so there’s way more of an effect.

The chapter isn’t particularly important, especially compared to the alice stone one, but it’s a silly little break from the real drama.

Chapter Seventy-Four

The next two chapters are joint, forming the little “Elementary Graduation” arc. We find out that students are to remain at the academy until they are twenty years old, so Natsume wouldn’t have to just power through another seven years, but nine until he could truly be free, and that’s much harder to accomplish.

Anyway, Mikan has seen the senior graduation and is inspired to do something special for the elementary graduation. She doesn’t just want to sing a lame song, she wants to do a special performance! Thus begins the drama of Sumire bossing everyone around because she’s one of the only kids with any real musical talent in a class full of amateurs.

One such amateur proves to be Natsume, who confidently selects the sax to play. Everyone, so convinced that he is talented at everything, is shocked to see how horribly he plays his instrument. Class B gets more and more enraged with Sumire’s attitude, only in part because the only lackluster performer she won’t call out is Natsume, who plays the worst of all of them.

The class breaks in two, and Sumire decides that she will play solo with two other partners who are musically inclined, leaving everyone in the dust. They cheer up eventually, when Ruka leads the class in an impromptu playing session, where everyone prioritizes fun over sound. Even Natsume joins in with his sax, and he seems to be making progress.

It's not a mandatory project, but he wants to join in anyway. (At some point Ruka comments, "You've gotten quite attached to that sax, haven't you?" which is cute because it shows Natsume doesn't just want to fit in, he's also genuinely interested in that specific instrument. Anyway Natsume as a famous jazz performer--)

Natsume electing to join in is very interesting. He doesn’t have to do this, especially because he’s terrible at the sax. He’s choosing to have fun with everyone and learn something new, even if everyone can see how bad he is to start with. He’s finally allowing himself to make friends, not just with Mikan, but with the whole class. He’s in a different place than in the first few chapters. Sure, he still has a fan club and devoted followers, but instead of viewing them as vessels to pass the time at best and annoyances at worst, he now considers them his friends. He wants to spend time with them and have fun together. And, no it wouldn’t have happened without Mikan’s help, but Natsume had to accept the change. He helped go on a mission to save Iinchou and Hotaru, to help Class B, and ever since he’s been slowly getting more involved in class. His birthday in particular also highlighted that his classmates care genuinely about him, so it’s made him all the more willing to repay the favor.

Chapter Seventy-Five

Mikan wants the two rival factions to make up, specifically Sumire and Koko. Nothing she says is enough to inspire peace and she’s distraught that no progress is being made.

She sees Natsume and Ruka playing with fireworks for no reason. They can tell instantly that she’s still bothered about Permy’s falling out from the rest of the class. Last chapter, Ruka tried to help Mikan by cheering everyone up and starting a little music session. This chapter, Natsume gives her advice. He says all relationships have ups and downs, and Permy is just aggravating the situation because she’s a kid and doesn’t know better. They all care about each other; they just need time to figure it out. And besides, he says, it’s way more Mikan’s style to give them an excuse to make up rather than forcing them to communicate. This cheers Mikan up and she runs off to come up with an idea.

They haven't known each other for a full year even but he still knows her pretty well. How cute!

Ruka teases Natsume for watching her and being a stalker, and we can see that despite what Natsume said about all relationships going through fights every once in a while, Natsume and Ruka won’t be having a fight anytime soon, least of all over Mikan. They accept each other’s feelings and are just happy to be happy and crushing on a girl together.

And Natsume has been paying attention, clearly, because he always keeps his eye on Mikan. Of course, he does this to keep her safe, because she’s being used against him by the DA Class, but also because he loves her. He wants to know everything about her, and see her everyday, so naturally small things about her would click into place for him.

Later, when Mikan figures out how to make everyone make up, Natsume is one of the first people to step up and help Permy. He’s helping Mikan too, because what she wanted more than anything was for everyone to make up, and it will help give the rest of the class the courage to step up too. He loves her, so he’s willing to embarrass himself playing the sax to help her bring everyone together again.

Conclusion

Chapter Seventy-Six has almost no Natsume in it, and his few appearances are pretty unimportant. He doesn’t do or say anything, so I felt comfortable skipping it. Anyway, these little chapters showed just how much Natsume has changed since he met Mikan. He’s now involved with the class, willing to have fun and embarrass himself. He is much more like he was before the academy stole all his vivaciousness. Of course, he’ll never be that kid again. He’ll always be more mature and selfless than he should be, but at least he can smile and laugh with the others for now. In the next essay, we’ll see that happiness evaporate as the academy narrows in on Mikan.

I don't think I'll be able to post on Monday, sadly. I'll try to post next Friday instead to make up for it, and to keep up four-day-a-week posting. I don't want y'all to catch up to where I am quite yet, so I'm going to put in a lot of effort into writing as much as I can whenever I can over these next few weeks. Thanks for reading, beloveds.

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celestialices · 3 years

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QUEST!

Greek Mythology x Haikyuu

Haikyuu!Ensemble x Reader

Summary: You were just a perfectly normal student at The University of Tokyo, when suddenly a bunch of 'normal boys', as they call themselves, appeared in your life and started to squeeze themselves into your life. Always saying something like "You're a goddess, we need to take you back to Olympus" (you brushed it off, saying that it was just a silly compliment) and even absurd sentences such as "You got Medusa's eyes" and "You're really Medusa's daughter!"

You really want a peaceful school year, but the universe beg to differ.

004: THE END OF A NEW BEGINNING

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To say that you were surprised by this outcome would be an understatement. Being childhood friends with Hirugami Sachiro, the university’s so-called “hottie”, is a pain in the ass. Though Hirugami’s a dependable best friend and dotes on you like an older brother, he’s a little shit. He teases you every time he has the chance to, but knows his boundaries. He never leaves your side too; always knows what’s on your mind since he is very “observant.” The biggest disadvantage of being his best friend, is his fans. Students flocking over you to ask questions about him was tiring. The only one that ruins your day.

It was bearing, at first, because you thought it’d be cute when you’re one of the reason why Hirugami has a lover. But you didn’t expect it to be.. like this. You had to hide often just to stop them. Ambushing you, preventing you from leaving the university’s premises, it was all too much. That’s where Hoshiumi Korai comes in. Your friendship with Hoshiumi is... mystifying. You didn’t even know how you tolerated being friends with him in the first place, but it surprisingly lasted up until now. Seeing that you and your childhood friend are indivisible, Hirugami arranged plans for you and Hoshiumi to meet after they became friends through volleyball. “Korai-kun, this is my childhood friend I was talking to you about. From now on, we’ll all be friends, so please get along!” Ever since that day, Hirugami pushed everything and made sure to schedule a hang out for the three of you, thrice a week. There isn’t a day during your high school years that you didn’t see Hoshiumi’s face, that’s all because of Hirugami. And yeah, that’s how the two of you got along somehow. Basically, what Hirugami has, you have to have it too. And vice-versa. But having Hoshiumi as your friend set out a vast of benefits for you. Not only he’s reliable and gives great advices (to your surprise), he’s quick to get irritated. And that managed to save yourself from the crowd plenty of times. His impatient self terrify a bunch of people, so you tend to stick by his side as long as you can.

The bond you three shared is as tough as old boots. People say that a friendship between three people would never work, saying that one is always left out. That doesn’t mean that you never had misunderstandings, hence you always manage it before it gets out of hand.

So where are they when you need them? Your legs are about to give up from squatting, hiding yourself in the bushes in order to escape Hirugami’s aggressive followers. You know you look stupid, but it’s better than to be chased by people, right? You checked your phone, seeing no reply from your friends made you want to cry. The text was an hour ago, meaning you’ve been hiding for an hour now. Just what on Earth are they so busy for that they can’t even check their messages?

You just wanted to go home, your mother and little brother, Yuki, are probably waiting for you. Classes ended two hours ago, so they’re probably concerned about your well-being already. It’s been quiet for too long, so you decided to look up. No fans sighted. Contemplating on whether to just run towards the gate, or stay for a few more minutes until hopefully, a good friend finds you. You let out a deep sigh, about to risk it all when all of a sudden someone shouted your name. Letting out a yelp before looking up from your hiding place, you desperately prayed for your life. Only to see Yahaba Shigeru waving at you. Well, at least he’s close to what you’ve asked for? Yahaba Shigeru, also a student at your university. A friend of a family friend. Oh, did I mention, an admirer of yours?

He is handsome, not going to lie. But he’s not really your type. Yahaba is a calm and carefree guy, but also a show-off. If you’re given a dollar every time he pried your attention, you’ll probably become the richest in Japan. “Hello, Yahaba-san.” You awkwardly greeted with a smile. Maybe after a few exchange of words, you’ll ask him to walk you to the gates. He probably wouldn’t mind, in fact, he’ll probably die of excitement. “Are you hiding from Hirugami’s fans again?” He chuckled, making you flustered on how he caught up so fast. It’s no secret that you’re the university’s source of information regarding Hirugami. It was embarrassing. “I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay with you.” Not wanting to turn down his offer, you instantly answered. “Oh, that’s kind of you. Sure.” You cringed a little for your fast response, he won’t think you’re eager to walk with him, no? You don’t really bat an eye at Yahaba, nor answer his advances. False interpretations of a friendly action would hurt a lot. This won’t take long, I can do this. Standing up, you grabbed your things and walked towards him. He offered to take your bag but you politely declined, thus the fiddly walk begins.

The stroll on your way home is noiseless, you were utterly astonished that Yahaba didn’t say a word while walking side by side. For far as you know, he isn’t like this; he always has something to say. You want to ask him how he’s doing, but too shy to do so. Your conversations are always one-sided, making you feel a bit bad. Nevertheless, you’re thankful. Relieved that your house wasn’t faraway from the university, you reached home in a span of minutes. You glanced at Yahaba after the both of you stopped walking, noticing that he’s already looking at you expectantly. Uh oh. You were afraid to ask him to enter with you out of respect, but he’ll agree no matter what. You just wanted to rest for now, unable to handle a guest in your current state. “Onee-san!” Thank God for Shibayama Yuki. Your eyes went from Yahaba to Yuki in a flash, looking at him with wide eyes. Begging to save you from this situation. “We have a visitor. Hurry up, Mom’s waiting for you.” He said, bowing apologetically to Yahaba. It took a lot of self-control to refrain yourself from smiling. Instead, you also bowed to Yahaba. “Thank you for walking me home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You grinned and happily marched towards your house. The house you live in was a basic Japanese one, its build is similar to the other houses, considering that you live in a private subdivision. It’s also big enough for the three of you, and enough for family friends to stay in. And it a nice house won’t compare to the family you’ve got. Your mother is a strong woman, she raised the two of you alone. Worked hard to give you and Yuki a lovely home, three meals a day, and all the basic necessities a mother should provide. Anything you ask for would be given in less than a day, sometimes you think she’s spoiling you too much. But in reality, you know she just wants the best for the two of you. She’s amazing. As for your brother, Shibayama Yuki, he’s a bit shy and gentle. He often likes to keep it to himself, but managed to have a friend. Yes, he has only one. It worries you but he assured that one true friend is enough. He’s also into volleyball, a very hard-working and determined “libero” of his team. Shibayama helps you in anyway he can, always acting as the older one by protecting you from the world. Conclusion, it was perfect. You consider this all as a blessing, you’re grateful for the life you have. Every once in a while, you question yourself on what you did on your past life to have a life like this. Placing your shoes on the shoe rack, “I’m home.” You say out of habit and glided to the living room. You were greeted with a frowning mother and the visitor Shibayama told you about, having a serious conversation. “You’re here!” “Yahoo!” Oikawa entered the chamber, immediately smacked by Iwaizumi for breaking the silence and made everyone flinch by his sudden appearance. “Iwa!” Oikawa whined, he doesn’t understand why Iwaizumi consistently hit him, and why he doesn’t ask him to stop either. “Shut up, Oikawa!” Iwaizumi hissed. How can he be so slow-witted at times when he’s the son of Athena? “I just wanted to up the atmosphere!” Oikawa whisper-shouted. Iwaizumi only sighed, already used to his attitude. Currently, the chosen deities for Zeus’ quest (minus Sakusa) are gathered together. They’ll be promptly briefed on what to expect, what to do, and their responsibilities to solve this problem before it grows. This is the first time the deities encountered a major problem that needed the superior gods’ inclusion. Of course everyone will be terrified! Is Medusa’s daughter really dangerous? They don’t know anything about her, it’s safe to assume that she is. And what’s more terrifying is that no one in the Twelve Olympians noticed a powerful aura in Earth. They’re watching humans from time to time, how is that possible? Is Medusa’s daughter more powerful than Zeus? That’s not possible. But then again, they live in a strange world with thousands of possibilities. Oikawa counted the amount of deities present in the room. Ten. He frowned, did someone refuse to participate in this quest? It should’ve been thirteen as far as he knows, and Sakusa is already in Earth. “Who didn’t chose one?” Eyes were landed to him. There he goes again. Iwaizumi exhaled, Oikawa is rather weird. One moment he's bubbly and often tell cheerful remarks, next he's saying or asking confusing and alarming words. “What do you mean?” Akaashi Keiji, son of Ares and Aphrodite, sent by war-god Ares, asked. He’s flustered by Oikawa’s sudden question, totally not understanding it at all. Akaashi is a soothing and composed god. He’s also blunt, calling out the deities on the foolish acts they do. He analyzes everyone and got a hold of their personality, but could never seem to know what’s going on in Oikawa’s head. “Kuroo is visiting Asami at the moment.” Kita Shinsuke, chosen by Demeter, answered. “As for the thirteenth representative, I don’t know either.” He added, also confused on why there’s only twelve of them. Kita doesn’t sugar-coat his words, making a lot of deities afraid to hear his comments. He is straightforward, giving precise answers only. He also does what needs to be done, no one can sidetrack him. His mature way of thinking resulted to him becoming one of Mt. Olympus’ pillars, everything he worked hard for will eventually lead to a something extraordinary, just like Demeter always says. “I heard Hephaestus didn’t send one.” Ojiro Aran, representative of Zeus, replied. Aran is also one of Mt. Olympus’ pillars, an intelligent and a fully-fledged god, that’s what he is. He often solve everyday problems in Olympus along with Kuroo, especially the twins’ mess. Aran is a very reliable god, he’s one of those superior gods everyone looks up to. People often compare him to Zeus, saying that he should ascend the throne as he is the best candidate for it. “Isn’t that.. illegal?” Suna Rintarou, sent by Hades as a form of punishment from sneaking earlier, questioned. He’s a bit lazy sometimes, but also rebellious. Only he can do that. He appears to be a quiet and nonchalant god, but Suna is expressive to his thoughts; saying what he wants to say that often gets him in trouble. If only this wasn’t a serious situation, they would’ve laughed at Suna’s question. His comments are humorous. “I asked Ennoshita about it, since he’s the son, you know? But he said Hephaestus didn’t say anything.” Sugarawa Koushi, son of Hebe and Hercules, chosen by Hestia, shared. Under his calm and gentle personality, he’s actually a mischievous god. Overall, he’s one of the helpful and kind gods, and one of Hestia’s trusted servants of Eophertia. The representatives chosen are mostly the ones who’ve passed a year or more after getting their blessing. The only ones that came from this year’s batch were Kageyama Tobio, son of Aphrodite and Himeros, dispatched by Aphrodite due to his formidable dedication, and Kunimi Akira, sent by Hermes and will act as the messenger between two worlds.

Not too long after Oikawa entered, the doors of the chamber opened again, revealing Kuroo Tetsuro in his glory. He walked with confidence, sitting in the center as he is “the son of Zeus and Hera.”

“Finally, you’re here.” Komori Motoya, a descendant of Apollo but lives with Artemis, spoke. He was sent because he’s the only one who Sakusa talks to, and everyone likes him. A friendly and outgoing god who encourages a lot of deities. Who wouldn’t like him? “Sorry.” Kuroo apologized. Short and straight-forward. “Asami’s doing well, if you’re wondering.” Kuroo is serious when it comes to conflicts in Mt. Olympus, but he’s usually a laid-back god who likes to provoke others. It’s like the amount of tension lessened after what Kuroo said. They’re all dying to visit Asami too, if only she was placed in Eophertia, things would’ve been easier. “Anyways!” Oikawa interrupted. “Do we even know where to search? There’s a thousand places on Earth! How would they expect us to finish this quickly?” He complained. Obviously pressured on the amount of expectations given to them. “Agreed,” Kunimi spoke, pretending like his father doesn’t have anything to do with this. He could ask him, but he’s certain Hermes will just mess with him. “If the Twelve Olympians weren’t aware of a deity wandering on Earth for the past 18 years, what can we even do?” “I think Sakusa already encountered one.” Komori announced. Glances were thrown on him. And a chorus of “what” and other incoherent words were followed. “I think! I’m not sure!” He shrieked, distressed at the stares he’s getting. “Quiet down.” Athena suddenly engaged in the conversation. Everyone looked at her, confused at how she suddenly appeared in the chamber without anyone noticing. The power of a goddess. “Yes, we were informed that Sakusa Kiyoomi run into one, but he wasn’t sure. Still, we’ll start from there.” She declared. “How..” Akaashi mumbled. But didn’t mind to continue it, at least they’ve got a good start. “Where is it, Mother?” Oikawa asked. Cliffhangers are undoubtedly not his thing. “Tokyo, Japan.”

THE TWELVE REPRESENTATIVES

Ojiro Aran - son of Zeus and Mnemosyne.

Kuroo Tetsuro - son of Zeus and Hera.

Iwaizumi Hajime - son of Poseidon and Amphitrite.

Suna Rintarou - son of Hades and Persephone.

Sugawara Koushi - son of Heracles and Hebe.

Kita Shinsuke - son of Demeter.

Kageyama Tobio - son of Himeros and Aphrodite.

Komori Motoya - son of Aceso.

Sakusa Kiyoomi - son of Hygieia.

Oikawa Tooru - son of Athena.

Akaashi Keiji - son of Ares and Aphrodite.

Kunimi Akira - son of Hermes.

A/N: Hello! I wrote this instead of studying for my exams later, it’s a bit short but longer chapters will come :)) Forgive me if there are a lot of typographical errors, I was suffering from a writer’s block while writing this, I don’t know why. Notes, reblogs and comments are really appreciated! It motivates me whenever I read some reviews :D I’ll probably update again two days from now unless my brain acts up again. Please look forward for it. If you have some questions or wanting to be added to the taglist (or chat with me!) please send an ask <3 Thank you for reading!

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ya-girl-mc · 3 years

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Hammered

Character: Tsukishima Kei × Fem Reader

Concept: Y/N joins Tsukishima and his colleagues for a night of drinking, but ends up embarrassing him as she gets wasted

A/N: Cause I miss getting drunk and doing stupid shit, hence this fic feat. our salty boi ✌ it was rly fun to write this so,, hope u enjoy it too!!

☆☆ A Haikyuu!! Fanfiction ☆☆

Light filtered through the window blinds, rousing Y/N from her slumber as she pried her eyes open, cursing to herself as she felt a stinging pain in her temples. She was hungover, pretty badly at that, and as much as she wracked her brain to try and recall the events that transpired the night before, it only made her headache much worse.

Shit...I don't feel so good.

As her eyes darted around, she was immediately relieved knowing that she was lying down on the couch in her and Tsukishima's living room, managing to deduce - despite her muddled state-of-mind - that someone must have taken care of her in her drunken stupor.

Gritting her teeth, Y/N tried to sit up slowly, wincing as her temples prickled with pain with every movement. In her peripheral vision, however, was her livid-looking boyfriend with probably the deepest scowl she's ever seen as he stared her down from where he sat.

"Kei...?"

"Did you sleep well?" While the inquiry was meant to be out of concern, Tsukishima delivered it in a monotonous, yet utterly chilling manner which only meant one thing: he was pissed.

"What happened? And what's got you frowning so early in the morning?" She carefully questioned, eager yet dreading to find out how she must have royally screwed up the night before to get him this upset. Her curiosity only infuriated Tsukishima more and Y/N could have almost sworn seeing a blackish aura swirl around him.

"You...you really don't remember a damn thing, do you?"

*****

Fridays were usually the most anticipated day of the week for most members of the working class; however, in Tsukishima's case, he was dreading this Friday in particular.

After a strenuous week at the office, his boss suggested the entire team go drinking to reward themselves for their hard work and as a means to de-stress. But, Tsukishima wasn't keen on partaking in such nights of revelry especially after a long week at work as he'd rather spend his Friday nights and weekends relaxing at home with Y/N. The only reason that he decided to tag along is due to her persistence for him to do so.

Sighing deeply to himself, Tsukishima followed his colleagues as they entered the izakaya, chattering excitedly as they settled in at a long table at the far back. Amongst the clientele for that night, one of them in particular caught his attention, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Y/N?"

She was sat on one of the stools overlooking the kitchen. At the sound of her name, she turned towards its source and grinned widely. "Kei! Fancy running into you here and I see that you're also with your team. Good boy!"

He subtly rolled his eyes and sat down on the stool next to hers, unable to fight off a smile that made its way to his face. "Yeah yeah, if I didn't join them I'd never hear the end of it from you. Anyway, are you here alone?"

"Yeah, just stopped by on the way home from work to pick up some gyoza and katsudon for dinner. But wait, maybe I should have gotten takoyaki, too? Or maybe another serving of gyoza-" Y/N rambled as she grabbed the menu, her eyes scanning rapidly over the items.

He just gazed at her in amusement, completely oblivious to the inquisitive stares his co-workers shot their way. Tsukishima in the workplace was usually placid, reserved, and mostly impassive; seeing his relaxed and pleasant demeanor as he interacted with Y/N was especially intriguing to them, wondering amongst themselves just who that woman was in Tsukishima's life.

Keen on finding out the answer, one of his senpais called him over to their table. It suddenly dawned on him that there was no other choice than to formally introduce Y/N to them. And, he definitely was not looking forward to it as he'd never hear the end of their relentless teasing. "Y/N, would you mind coming along with me for a bit?"

Discreetly straightening her clothes and smoothening her hair, Y/N nodded and followed him to where his co-workers sat, anxious to make a good first impression. At their arrival, they immediately trained their gazes on her, just as eager to find out who she was. "Everyone, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. We live together," Tsukishima stated nonchalantly.

The shock on their faces was borderline comical as they stared back at him, their jaws hanging open in disbelief. "Girlfriend?!"

He sighed, already dreading the uproar they're about to cause. Tsukishima was a private person and rarely talked about his personal life as he maintained a firm work-life boundary. It was not like he was embarrassed to introduce his girlfriend to them; he just perceived the entire ordeal to be troublesome as his colleagues would jump at any chance to find something to tease him about.

Y/N straightened herself and bowed. "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N. Thank you very much for taking care of Kei - I mean - Tsukishima all this time."

"I can't believe this!" One of his kouhais wailed. "To think that an office drone like Tsukishima-senpai has a girlfriend, and a very pretty one at that. So what the hell am I exactly doing wrong?"

"Believe me, I could tell you everything that you need to hear," Tsukishima retorted and shot his kouhai a dagger-like glare.

One of his senpais, a man who looked to be in his late 30's, leaned over and flicked his kouhai on the forehead as he winced in response. "Stop bad-mouthing Tsukishima when his girlfriend's literally standing in front of you. Anyway, nice to meet you, Y/N!"

They instantaneously began bombarding her with questions such as "how did you two meet", "how long have you been together", "what do you do for a living", and "of all men, why Tsukishima." Unable to keep up with what almost seemed like an interrogation by his colleagues, Y/N smiled sheepishly and shot Tsukishima a pleading look, silently begging him to bail her out.

"That's enough, all of you. You're creeping the poor lady out." Y/N turned to the man that sat at the head of the table; he exuded authority which practically gives himself away as the boss. Bringing up a cup of sake to his lips, he took a sip and eyed his subordinates sternly, yet the amusement in his gaze was palpable as he shifted his attention to Y/N. "Sorry about that, we just didn't expect our lone wolf Tsukishima to have a girlfriend, so we're all excited to meet you. If you don't mind, maybe you can join us, Y/N?"

"Sir-" Tsukishima began to protest as he felt the work-life boundary he stubbornly maintained begin to crumble; but to his surprise, Y/N seemed keen on accepting the invitation, a bashful smile on her face.

"I'd be happy to, but I wouldn't want to impose-"

"You won't, don't worry about it!" He assured dismissively and proceeded to order another round of drinks and accompanying snacks. "It's a pleasure of ours to get to know you and finally get a glimpse of Tsukishima's life outside of work."

Flattered and amused at how especially eager they seemed to know more about their enigmatic colleague and his girlfriend, Y/N gratefully accepted the invitation. "Alright, a few drinks wouldn't hurt."

*****

"Okay, I remember that much...but it still doesn't explain why you're so pissed," Y/N mused, listening earnestly to Tsukishima as he filled her in on what seemed like a disastrous night of revelry caused by her drunken antics.

He sighed and took off his glasses to rub his temples, the events that transpired the night before seemingly traumatizing him. "That's because you got carried away, you idiot."

*****

A couple of shots was all it needed for Y/N to become fully accustomed with Tsukishima's colleagues and pretty soon, they were chattering away like long-time friends while he fixated his gaze on her, his eyebrows furrowing in mild displeasure.

Aren't they becoming a little bit too friendly with her? And Y/N's just two shots in and she's already starting to get tipsy. Geez, this is so troublesome.

"Hey, one at a time please! I'll answer your questions one by one," Y/N instructed quite giddily, Tsukishima gazing at her in concern as she downed her third shot. He didn't want to be a buzzkill especially when she seemed to genuinely enjoy his colleagues' company and vice versa; however, her alcohol tolerance was remarkably low and it didn't take much for her to become fully inebriated. He decided to keep a watchful eye on her instead to prevent any incident from occurring due to her drunken antics.

"So, how and when did you two meet?"

"Kei and I go way back in high school," Y/N began as everyone at the table listened to her attentively. "He was part of our school's volleyball team and looked so cool as he played! That's when I started to have a crush on him, but it was one-sided though."

And there goes her filter, Tsukishima thought to himself, concealing his exasperation by downing his cup of sake, trying as best as he can to drown out the uproar his colleagues caused at her revelation.

"No way! Tsukishima-senpai was a volleyball player? I just can't imagine that!" One of his kouhais exclaimed, completely perplexed at the thought.

Tsukishima was about to reply with another snide remark, but Y/N was quick to interject. "Hell yeah he was, and he's such a great middle blocker to boot. He played so calmly as he read his opponent's moves...ahhh that composure of his is what makes him so cool!"

While he appreciated her attempt to defend his honor, it only increased everyone's amusement as she fawned over him, much to his chagrin. "So Y/N-" One of his senpais grinned sneakily, and Tsukishima pretty much figured out what the next inquiry will be about. "-who confessed to whom?"

"Oh, that takes me way back!" She mused, leaning against the man in question who sat right next to her. "I didn't have the courage to confess since he seemed so unapproachable and indifferent, so I thought about giving up on him. But as we became seniors, we ended up in the same class and became quite close. Eventually, during our graduation ceremony, Kei pulled me aside and confessed! I was so shocked that I started crying and...well, the rest is history."

"So it was Tsukishima here who confessed!" One of his senpais beamed and threw an arm around his shoulder, clinking his sake cup with his. "The revelations just keep on coming and coming."

"But that's amazing though," their boss remarked, completely engrossed in the conversation as much as his subordinates were. "You've been together for such a long time now. It's pretty rare for high school sweethearts to last that long."

Y/N nodded earnestly and downed her fourth shot before Tsukishima had the chance to snatch it away from her hands. "I agree, but Kei is such a caring and thoughtful boyfriend! He may seem like a sour puss on the outside but he's reaaaaaally sweet and very very clingy! But shhhhh...don't tell him I said that, though."

Ugh great, now she's done it. Tsukishima almost had to cover his ears as everyone at the table guffawed, unable to stomach the idea of their placid colleague and the clingy boyfriend Y/N described being the same person. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping and praying for the evening to be over.

*****

Y/N cringed as Tsukishima helped her recall the things she had blurted out amid her inebriated state, starting to slowly understand the reason why he was so livid in the first place. "Okay...first of all, I am so sorry - with every fiber of my being - for embarrassing you like that-"

"That's not all you did," Tsukishima interjected quite menacingly and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to keep his temper in-check. "As if that wasn't humiliating enough, you managed to exceed my expectations."

*****

A couple more shots later, Y/N was too far gone. She was completely wasted, and Tsukishima couldn't bear to look at his co-workers as they shot each other uneasy looks, the concern palpable in their wordless exchanges. He was utterly embarrassed yet frustrated at himself since she somehow managed to surpass her drinking limit despite being under his watchful eye.

"Heyyyyy, owner! Anotha' round of sake for this table right here, and put it on my tab!"

As Y/N made an attempt to leave the table, she accidentally knocked over a half-empty glass of water, the liquid spilling all over the table as a result. Giggling to herself while Tsukishima's colleagues scrambled to remove their belongings from the table, she attempted to grab a bottle of sake, but he swiftly withheld her attempt to do so, yanking it out of her reach.

"Okay, enough is enough," he reprimanded firmly, setting the bottle down on the table and bringing his face close in an attempt to get through to her. "Y/N, for the love of God, please get ahold of yourself."

"Tsukkiiii...you're hereee!" It was futile, Y/N's glassy eyes an indicator that she was in no condition to listen to reason. She smiled goofily and threw herself into his arms, the sheer force causing Tsukishima to stumble, his arm accidentally knocking over a glass to the floor as it completely shattered as a result.

"Shit! I'm so sorry, did anyone get hurt?" He exclaimed in a state of uncharacteristic panic, his arms struggling to support his drunken mess of a lover as she began mumbling unintelligibly to herself.

"We're good, Tsukishima. Don't worry about it," his boss assured. "But, I think it's best if you take her home, she doesn't look too good."

Yes, good call, that's one way to put it. Goddammit, this is too fucking embarrassing.

Pretty soon, the izakaya's owner approached the group amid the commotion, and with Tsukishima sincerely apologizing and swearing to pay for the damages, he also insisted on paying for the entire group's bill to compensate, but they turned down his offer, advising him and Y/N to get themselves home safely.

Tsukishima thought that the nightmare had ended; apparently, Y/N had more in store as she tapped his boss' shoulder, staring down at him in an attempt to look stern. "Hey sirrrr...can you lay off Tsukki sometimes? 'Cuzzzz...he comes home waaayyyy too late and we barely have enough time to get down and dir-"

"NOOO!" Tsukishima cried out in horror, completely and utterly humiliated as he scrambled to clamp his hand over Y/N's mouth in an attempt to salvage what's left of both of their dignities. However, the force caused her to stagger, her unruly arm knocking over a bottle of sake atop the table. Tsukishima was unable to do anything as he hopelessly watched it topple over, the liquid spilling and trickling down on his boss' lap as he felt every ounce of his life force drain out of his body.

God, if you're listening, then please...I don't care how you do it, but I beg of you...just kill me now.

*****

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Y/N wailed and buried her face in a pillow, unable to bring herself to look at Tsukishima as he unveiled the horrific experience he and his co-workers went through due to her drunken stupor. To say that she was embarrassed was a complete understatement; she was mortified, and it definitely was not an ideal first impression as she mourned for her long gone dignity. "Just kill me, please!"

Tsukishima was practically seething with rage at this point, wishing that the night before had just been a nightmare, yet it was nothing but a cruel reality. "You're embarrassed? How the hell do you think I feel? I lost count of the number of times I had to apologize before I hauled your drunken self home! You literally went crazy, Y/N! How careless, especially knowing that you can't handle alcohol well!"

She deserved to be scolded. Y/N lifted her head from the pillow and looked up at him, her eyes prickling with tears as she wallowed in her shame. "Kei...I'm so sorry. You're right, I was careless and I embarrassed you in front of your co-workers. I really didn't mean to! Oh my god...what if you got fired-" It must have been the after-effects of her hangover that made her an emotional mess as she felt tears running down her face, berating herself for acting in such a distasteful manner - in public and in front of his colleagues, at that.

Tsukishima deeply sighed to regain his composure. He settled down next to his lover on the couch, his hand rubbing across her back as he tried to calm her down. "Don't be ridiculous. I won't get fired over something like that, the boss isn't that shallow. He even called me up as soon as we got home to ask how you were doing."

At his gesture, Y/N bawled even harder, the tears streaming endlessly down her face. "I'm really sorry for ruining your night. I promise that I won't do it again."

"Y/N," Tsukishima began and tipped up her chin, locking his golden eyes with her puffy ones. "Look, I'm even more upset that you weren't being careful. I won't stop you from drinking, but you've got to be more aware of your own limitations. What if I wasn't there with you? What if you were alone and there was no one you trusted to take care of you?"

He's right, I'm such an idiot. I sure as hell won't be drinking anytime soon especially after last night's debacle!

She only managed a nod, sniffing profusely as she fished out her handkerchief to wipe her tear-stained face. "I'm so sorry, Kei. I swear that I'll be careful next time."

"You better be, you drunkard," he playfully retorted, the corners of his mouth subtly twitching upwards at how undeniably adorable she was being.

"So...you're not mad anymore?" Y/N inquired softly, looking up at Tsukishima with pleading eyes. While his earlier rage was now long gone, he did go through quite an ordeal, and he wasn't keen on letting her off the hook that easy as he wickedly grinned at her.

Oh, shit. I don't like that look.

"Sorry Y/N, but you're not getting off that easy. You did humiliate the both of us after all," he stated deviously, his smile widening at the uneasy expression on her face. "So for the next two weeks, you'll be doing all the household chores, and you're on bathroom cleaning duty for the entire month."

She sighed and nodded defeatedly. It was definitely a pain, but Y/N was resolute on serving her punishment to atone for what she did. However, she couldn't help but feel relieved since she had expected something way worse; doing all the household chores seemed quite tame in comparison to what she had imagined.

But then again, this was Tsukishima, and as he sensed her apparent relief, he laid out the pinnacle of her punishment, unable to fight off the sadistic grin on his face. "And, as soon as you're not hungover anymore, we'll be paying each of my colleagues a visit so you can sincerely apologize for what you did."

Y/N gawked at him, her heart dropping to her stomach. "C-come again?" He's not serious. He can't be...right? Right?!

"You heard me." Tsukishima was dead serious. She knew that something was amiss with his household chores punishment; he may be her boyfriend, but he definitely was a sadistic bastard if he needed to be.

"NOOO!" She wailed, completely mortified at the prospect as she began hitting him with the pillow, her hangover being the least of her concerns. "Please Kei, anything but that! I'd rather not meet them again for the rest of my living days, so please!"

Tsukishima chuckled and stilled her movements, staring her down to show just how serious he was. "Well, that just means that this punishment is befitting, right? At least now you'll think twice before letting yourself get wasted again. This will be a good learning experience for you."

Y/N knew that there was no other way to escape from her upcoming predicament. Completely at a loss, she only managed to shoot Tsukishima the harshest glare that she could muster. "Fine. If it will make you happy, you sadistic bastard."

Knowing that he had emerged victorious for this round, he let out a carefree laugh and planted an affectionate kiss atop her disheveled hair. "I appreciate it. Now, let's get that hangover treated real quick."

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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The Most Natural Thing In The World

Summary: An experienced Dom and a virgin meet in a bar. Can he introduce her to a world she’s always imagined but never known before? Is it everything she wanted?

Words: 2,876

Warnings: Suspension play, public sex, voyeurism, butt plugs, oral sex, face fucking, creampie, aftercare.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my suspension play square.

Patent leather black heels, a purple dress the hugs every curve and your hair perfectly coifed, you stride to the car with Spencer right behind you. “Please tell me. Please?”

“Never,” he laughs, opening the car door for you. “But I’ll take mercy on you. If you happen to guess before we get there, I’ll let you know if you’re right.”

Happily, you bounce in your seat and buckle yourself in as Spencer slips in on the driver’s side. “Okay, okay. Does this has something to do with our dynamic?”

“Yes,” he says softly, the slight change in his voice indicating that Sir is the only acceptable title.

The difference in demeanor makes you squirmy. “Is this something we’ve done before?”

“Partially, yes. One aspect is new.”

You rack your brain, running through the list of things you’d told him you were willing to try nearly a year ago. There was one thing you tried weeks ago that you absolutely loved - maybe that was part of it. “More ropes?” He’s silent for a moment, so you know you’re on to something. “Suspension play?”

“That’s one part.” His voice gets a little lower. He’s excited about this, and that eagerness influences you even though you don’t know what he has planned yet.

Reaching over, he grabs your hand and continues to drive, his thumb ghosting over the back of your palm. “Any ideas?”

The lightbulb goes off. “Sir, are we- are we going somewhere where people can watch?”

His smile spread across his face and you lose your breath. “Yes.”

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The drive lasts nearly an hour, leaving you to imagine all the eyes that will be on you both. When he parks the car, he turns to you and asks, “Are you wet already?”

“Yes, Sir.” Wet is an understatement. Saturated is more accurate.

He opens the passenger side door for you and takes your hand before grabbing a bag he’s brought with you, filled with ropes and changes of clothes for you both. It’s just an apartment building - very unassuming. “There are some ground rules for this,” he says, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turning you toward him. “Physically, this isn’t much different than anything we’ve done before, but the audience is. I’ll be using light name calling, like I always do. If anything happens and it gets too much for you, use your safe word. It doesn’t matter who’s there.”

“Of course, Sir,” you reply. His concern in all of this is what you love about him most of all. “Are you excited, Sir?”

He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Yes.”

“Why?” Numerous times before, you told him why this lifestyle completed you in ways you’d never thought possible, but you rarely asked him. “What is it about this, all of this, that makes you happy?”

For a moment, he contemplates his answer. “After prison, I couldn’t control much, but with you I do, because you give it. When it comes to some of the more extreme things we’ve done, I guess the appeal is knowing what lengths you’ll go to for me.”

“Big ones.” You step up on your tip toes and kiss him deeply before he grasps your hand and brings you inside.

In the elevator, you want to push him up against the all and make him fuck you, but you don’t, too excited for what’s ahead. He knocks on the apartment door; it’s just a penthouse taking up the entire top floor.

“Evening,” the man says, extending his hand toward Spencer and then yourself. “You must be Dr. Reid, and this ravishing creature must be Y/N.”

“That she is,” Spencer said proudly.

The man and owner of the apartment, Mason Hunter, ushers you inside. It’s nothing special. People think that every BDSM or D/s lifestyle venue is the dark place bathed in red light, but while you’re sure they exist, Spencer assures you it’s normally more like this - a nice penthouse or apartment with a plethora of rooms for varying activities.

Mason tells you that nearly 100 people will be attending the party - some spectators and some participators. He asks which ones you are.

“We’ll be participating,” Spencer says calmly. “Just her and I though. I don’t share well, but I’d like to show her off.”

You blush and lean into him when Mason compliments you once again. “Is there anything in particular you’d like to be doing, so I can direct you to the right room?”

Spencer looks down at where your head is buried in his arm. “Would you like to tell Mason what we’ll be doing tonight?”

“Suspension play, Mr. Hunter.”

“No Sir?” He asks.

“Sir is reserved for Him.” You look up at Spencer and smile, following Mason as he tells Spencer what a lucky man he is.

He opens the door to where hooks are screwed into the ceiling. “The rules are simple here. I’ll write instructions on each couple or group’s door regarding whether or not spectators can only watch or whether they can participate as well. Anyone who doesn’t abide by the rules gets kicked out. No questions asked. Can I ask how long you’ve been together?”

“A little over a year,” Spencer replies. “Slightly less than a year in the lifestyle together.”

When the doorbell rings once again, Mason excuses himself to let others in, mostly spectators you learn, with a few other participants milling their way in. As the guests continue to pile their way into the spacious penthouse, Mason gives you an instruction list to tape to the door for the spectators and insists you can enter your room at any time. “Any other questions?” He asks before you turn to go.

Spencer shakes his head, but you speak up. “I have two. Is this your place?”

“Yes, I work 20 minutes away and it’s fairly lucrative, hence the space.”

“Okay, now I have three all together,” you laugh. “I’m assuming you have a bedroom that no one is allowed in?”

He laughs and you feel Spencer chuckle at your side. “Yes. That’s the only room that’s off limits.”

“Last one. Do you have a cleaning crew come in after one of these parties? I would imagine there’s stuff everywhere.”

Mason lets out a belly laugh. “Absolutely. I have people come in to clean once a month regardless, but I have people that are ‘sensitive to the event’ come in to do clean up the day after, so I’ll have people in tomorrow.”

“That’s all, Mr. Hunter,” you laugh. “Just curious.”

Spencer kisses the top of your head when you turn to find your room. No one is there yet, so he starts to rig ropes to the ceiling. “Do you have anything to say or ask before we start?”

“Can we have the lights dimmed? This is new for me, so-”

“No need to justify, I understand.”

Outside the room, you hear people stirring. “I’m ready, Sir,” you whisper, knowing spectators will be joining you soon.

He instructs you to remove your dress, leaving you in only your black lace panties. “God, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Just focus on me, love.”

Nodding, you feel your legs quiver as the first spectators enter, leaning against the wall in the corner of the room. As Spencer had told Mason, only he is allowed to answer questions from the spectators - you are just to do as you’re told.

Though the door continues to open and more onlookers file in, you keep your gaze locked on Spencer’s, watching with rapt attention as he ties the first of the ropes affixed to the ceiling around your wrists. They’re bamboo silk so they’re soft; after time passes however, they will dig into your skin, leaving marks for hours.

Your eyes are on Spencer, but everyone else’s eyes are on you. For some reason you thought you’d care more, but you don’t. You want them to watch your devotion, your depravity.

He makes quick work of tying you up, your knees bent in front of you and tied to your thighs. After he lifts you and ensures the ropes are tied safely, you’re essentially in an upward fetal position. Mason makes it a point to come watch - you specifically. Knowing Spencer was about to show everyone in this room who you belonged to made your pussy quiver.

“How long she been yours?” Someone asks out of your line of sight.

Spencer doesn’t bother looking toward the one who asked, but he answers. “A little less than a year. And now she’s perfectly pliant. And needy.”

You swallow hard and feel his finger slip between your pussy and the lace, pulling it to the side so that everyone in the vicinity could see how deliciously wet you already are. When he passes, you see him smile. Finally, he turns his attention toward the audience. “How about a vote? Which hole first? Can I see a show of hands?”

You’re practically gushing already. Wiggling against the ropes is a bit uncomfortable, but it’s nothing you can’t manage. Once he gauges the audience’s preference, he crouches down in front of your face. “Looks like they want to see me use that pretty little mouth,” he says, his eyes clouded with lust and pride. “How does that sound?”

“Amazing, Sir. I’d love that.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m a slut, Sir. Your slut.”

“That’s right.” Standing up, he removes his cock from his boxers and teases you, barely touching your tongue. You stretch for him and he laughs at your desperation. “Oh, and look she’s already dripping on the floor.” You didn’t notice that. “Open wide.”

In an instant, you do as he commands, feeling some of the pressure lift as he cradles the back of your head so that you don’t have to keep it up yourself. You moan when the head of his cock hits your tongue. Somehow he tastes even better in this situation. Maybe it’s the adrenaline running through you. After months of training, you can take him fairly easily now.

His cock slides across your tongue and down your throat. At first he’s gentle, even inviting others to come and see your throat pop with each thrust. Just looking, no touching, of course. As far as you can tell, he grabs the ropes binding your hands and uses it as leverage to move you back and forth over his mouth.

Moaning, he picks up the pace, telling you over and over again what a good girl you are. Some spectators - men and women - are touching themselves. Others sound like they are but you can’t tell. You steady your breathing, in and out through your nose as his cock hits the back of your throat. His muscles tighten. You want him to come, but you know he won’t. It’s too quick and he knows he’s close too, so he removes himself and walks toward the bag of supplies he brogan with you.

When he returns, he’s holding your stainless steel plug, with a purple cubic zirconia heart at the end of it. “Suck.”

The cool metal enters your mouth; you know what you’re prepping it for. He pulls it from your mouth and allows the small trail of spit to fall down onto your cheek. Taking hold of the rope, he spins you around and nudges the plug against your ass. He knows Mason came here to watch you and Spencer knows it, so he’s playing to him - letting Mason know that he’s the only one that can have you.

For a moment, the stretch is uncomfortable, but the moment the plug moves passed the tight ring of muscle, you feel full, but you need to feel fuller. “What do you want, love?” He asks, sensing your desperation.

“I want you to fuck my little pussy, Sir. I need it.”

“Is that right?” He asks, condescendingly. “Then beg for it. I don’t simply want you to say it. I want to feel it.”

With the rope digging into your skin, the feel of your arousal dripping down your ass, the fullness of the plug, the feeling of all eyes on you, it’s all so much and it brings tears to your eyes. “Please, Sir. I need it. I need your cock. My pussy needs it.”

“Whose pussy?”

“Yours, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. Please, I need it. I-”

You gasp as he slips his cock inside you to the hilt. In this position, in this situation, you feel so ridiculously full. “More, Sir. Harder, Sir. Please.”

Head hanging back, you begin to sway, his grip on the ropes tight again. With each push and pull, you feel more and more shaky. You’re so tight it practically hurts. With each thrust you’re milking him. You whimper when he picks up the pace, swinging you harder and faster into him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe. It comes out of you in waves and you can’t stop it.

He’s close. It’s maddening because you can’t do anything to make yourself come faster. You just have to wait and hope that he takes mercy on your quivering body soon enough. “Where should I come tonight, little girl?”

“Pussy. Your pussy, Sir.”

“As you wish, love.”

One final time, he pulls you again him, burying himself inside you as he spills into you. He groans and bends over to place a kiss on your leg. “Such a good girl.” Pulling out, he allows the spectators to witness the come dripping out of you as he politely asks them to leave. Clean up is somehow more intimate - something he wants just for the two of you. “How’re you doing?” He asks as the last of the audience leaves the room.

“Shaky and thoroughly fucked. Can I call you by your name now?”

“Yes.”

“Thoroughly fucked and a lil’ sleepy and really smiley, Spence. What about you? Everything you wanted?”

“Gods, yes. I think I was more aware of the audience than you were.”

He begins to untie the binds around your legs, gently lowering you to the floor, before undoing the ties around your wrists. “Like I knew they were there, but I didn’t care, and I wanted them to see what you were doing to me. Who I belonged to.”

Kneeling down, he kisses you, loosening the ropes until they fall away and he can gather them up again. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he says softly. He grabs wipes from the bag of supplies and cleans you both off, but your a melty puddle on the floor. “I still have plans,” he continues excitedly.

“What might those be?”

“Still a surprise. But I do have a comfy pair of clothes for you to leave in.”

You sit up and smile. “You thought of everything.”

After changing into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top and he into sweats and a t-shirt, he asks if you want to observe anything before heading to the next part of his surprise. But you don’t. On another day you could come here and observe, but now you just want him.

You exit the room and find Mason heading toward the kitchen, so you thank him and promise you’ll be in touch. His eyes rake over your body, but all it does is make the experience more heady. Your Spencer’s and only his. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Like the perfect gentlemen he escorts you out of the building and drives a few blocks before stopping in front of a fancy hotel. “We’re staying the night,” he says with a smile. “In the bag I have some of your favorite movies, a blanket from home, snacks, and we’ll order pizza and snuggle in bed.”

“Yesssss,” you sigh. “While you order can I get a little nap in? I got fucked sleepy.”

He laughs and hauls you out of the car, allowing you to lean against him as you walk inside and check in. The room is sprawling, the bed even larger than the one you have at home.

After tucking you in, you can hear him on the phone, ordering your usual meatlover’s pizza with agreements to meet in the lobby, before you drift off.

It’s nearly an hour until he wakes you and you devour two slices of pizza a piece. “That was delicious,” he mumbles with his mouth half full. “If you want I can go get us ice cream later. There’s a place a few doors down.”

“Sounds amazing.” You’re still a little tired, your muscles a little heavy with the evening’s events, but you’re content. “Until then, can we cuddle? I’m feeling very clingy.”

Spencer chuckles and slides back against the wall, pulling you against his chest. “You doing okay?” There’s a hint of worry in his voice, as if you might’ve gone too far.

“I’m great, Spence. Just a little worn. That was intense, but...amazing.”

With that, he’s able to relax and begins combing his hand through your hair. “I love you, you know. More than anything.”

“I love you, too,” you reply, your head feeling heavy against his chest and the steady thumping of his heart.

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makorragal-312 · 4 years

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Void (Part Six)

We’re back, baby!

Allura sighed as she sat on her bed, exhausted from the events of the night. Lance had dropped her off at her room a few minutes ago, so she couldn't help but to lose herself within her thoughts. A small smile came to her face as she recounted the night she had with Lance's family. They were truly wonderful people and had effortlessly made her feel like she was apart of the family. She was reminded of her mother's kindness during her talks with Lance's mother. She was reminded of her father's quiet yet sensitive nature when she looked at Lance's father. She laughed when she conversed with Veronica, Marco and Rachel and immediately felt like a kid again when she watched Luis and Lisa watching over Nadia and Sylvio. To say that the kids were miniature versions of Lance was an understatement.

Speaking of Lance...

The Altean couldn't help but to think about the red paladin. She noticed the unusual shift in his behavior throughout the majority of the night. She noticed how confused and conflicted he looked at the dinner table while she wasn't looking. He seemed to have calmed down just a little while they walked in the park, though she could feel there was still some tension from his end. And it didn't help matters that way he acted when he dropped her off.

Lance, would you like to come inside?

U-uh, no thanks! I'd like to, but I gotta get me beauty rest, you know? We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, so kinda need the energy!

Alright. So I'll-

Yup! See you in the morning! Good night, princess!

The princess furrowed her brows at the memory. She couldn't forget how fidgety and anxious he was to get out of there, like he was stuck in a mine field and was in fear of being blown to bits She knew that Lance didn't hate her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he's starting to avoid her. Just as she thought that, she felt little feet climb up to her shoulder. Allura turned her head to find the mice, happy and eager to see her and squeaking in delight. She couldn't help but to smile.

"It's good to see you, too. Have you been behaving well?" she asked, grinning. Platt turned their head, looking at the door for a quick moment before turning their head back to Allura, asking about Lance's whereabouts.

"He left not too long ago. He came over just to drop me off." Chulatt quickly climbed atop of Platt's head, tilting their head in curiosity before squeaking.

"Oh, he's alright. And don't worry. he was the perfect gentleman." Allura responded with a chuckle. Soon enough, the mice lined up next to each other, heads on their paws and eyes wide in anticipation.

"You want to know how the date went, don't you?" Allura asked in exasperation, already knowing the answer. Sure enough, all four mice nodded their heads in excitement. The Altean let out a sigh before she began.

"Well, it was…nice. We had dinner at his house and I got to meet his family. They're very lovely people. So…close." Allura let out a sad smile, being reminded of her parents and Altea. She let a cough, trying not to dwell on the memory.

"Anyway, afterwards he took me to a nearby park. We talked for a bit and then he decided to take us back to get ready for tomorrow. That's pretty much everything." Allura finished. She watched as Chuchule climbed on top of Platt, puckering their lips and mimicking kiss sounds. Allura blushed in embarrassment.

"A-absolutely not!" she yelled. Allura quickly turned around, trying her best to hide her blush. She wasn't going to go ahead and feed into their teasing. She heard the mice squeak in glee, assuming that their princess was lying and did in fact kiss the red paladin. Frustrated, Allura turned her head back to them quickly.

"I'm telling you I didn't! Well, he didn't." Allura spoke softly. The mice stopped squeaking as they observed Allura, taking aback by her sudden somber expression. They all tilted their heads in confusion. The princess noticed the gestures and sighed before explaining.

"When we were talking, there was a moment where Lance was opening up. He said that he wanted to help me find a family. A home. Something inside me just told me that he meant it and he truly did care for me. He truly loved me. I tried to get closer to, you know. But he pulled away and kissed my hand instead. I guess I got the wrong idea." the Altean recounted.

Allura thought back to that moment in the park. Words couldn't describe how safe she felt in that moment with him. How her heart felt like it was going to beat itself right out of her chest. How grateful she was for him being there for her. So yeah, she really wanted to kiss her and given how he's felt for her all of this time, she just assumed that he wanted it, too. And he did, it just happened to be her hand and not her lips. She felt Plachu climb up her shoulder and nuzzle their head against her cheek in comfort, which Allura genuinely appreciated. For the third time that night, the princess sighed and plopped her chin into her hand as she slouched.

"I just wish I knew what happened. If I did something to make him change his mind, I at least want to apologize and make things right."

And that's when it hit her. She quickly sat up straight, face filled with anxiety and horror. The mice looked the same.

"Do you think it's because of Lotor?" she asked in fear. The mice looked at each other for a second before shrugging. That certainly doesn't help matters, she thought.

But the more she thought about it, she honestly wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. When Lotor came along, she had completely brushed Lance aside, aiming to focus on her alchemy and helping Lotor whatever the cause. And somewhere down the line, she started to fall for the prince, and he for her. And sure enough, she let him kiss her. She wanted to let him kiss her. And everything was great…until it wasn't. She was exposed to his true colors and his true motives and let him go. And it hurt, because she wanted to believe that he could never do such a thing. He would never go ahead and kill innocent Alteans. She let him onto her ship. She let him near her paladins. And what's worse, she let him near Lance. He warned her of his intentions, but she chose to stand by Lotor.

He thought he was going to betray them. She chose Lotor.

He thought he was after Voltron. She chose Lotor.

He was in love with her. She chose Lotor.

The guilt she felt was immeasurable. It was bad enough that Lance had to witness her getting close to Lotor. But she knew that if he ever found out about their kiss, it would destroy him. And the last thing Allura wanted to do was put him through any more pain.

"He can't know about this."

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"You know you don't have to stay here, right?"

"I know, but I'm doing it anyway. But don't worry I'll be on my way out soon enough." Keith walked towards Lance, whom was laying down on his bed. He was about to leave Lance's room a few minutes ago until the red paladin began suffering from a tear-induced migraine, so he decided to hang back and look after him until the migraine showed signs of passing. Hence why he was currently walking towards the blue-eyed man with an aspirin pill in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"Ugh, who made post-cry migraines a thing?" Lance wailed, accepting the pill from Keith's hand. He sat up and popped it into his mouth before taking a huge gulp of the water.

"I don't think the person who was crying intended to get a migraine in the first place." Keith chuckled, walking to the kitchen counter and sitting on its corresponding stool. Lance swerved his head at him to give the half-Galran a scowl as the latter merely smirked. Lance let out a defeated sigh, knowing he wasn't going to win the argument and plopped back onto the bed. Eventually, the room went into silence.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry you had to see me like that." Lance said somberly.

'Lance, you don't need to apologize. You're going through conflicting emotions with Allura. Anybody would break down over that." Keith replied reassuringly. Lance kept his gaze to the ceiling. Even though he already somewhat broke down in front of him earlier, he refused to let him go back to that place again. He was also trying to get to sleep without his head feeling like it's been hit by a sledgehammer.

"Yeah, but-"

"Lance. You're human, You feel what you feel. Don't feel like you have to keep everything down while everyone else brings theirs up." Keith said firmly. He refused to have Lance feel ashamed for breaking down. He may not have been with the team all that time due to him being with the Blades, but he already felt that Lance was the one who was going through the most shit on the ship and would most likely keep it to himself as to not annoy anyone. And Keith would be damned if he had him act the same now that they're back home.

The red paladin was speechless. He didn't expect the leader of Voltron to say something so profound and comforting, especially to him. And in all honesty, he felt as though he had said the words that he had hoped someone had said to him back in the castle when the latter had left and he was left to his own emotional devices.

"I guess you're right." Lance sighed, signaling the return of the original silence that plagued the room. A good ten minutes drifted by before Keith spoke.

"Lance?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to ask one question, and you totally have the right to not answer. Just wanted to let you know." Lance finally turned his head at Keith, intrigued and nervous at the statement. He gazed at Keith, whom was looking back at him, grasping his hands together firmly.

"What is it?" Keith took a breath before he dropped the bomb.

"What are you scared of?"

Lance's eyes widened in surprise. He had almost forgotten that him being scared caused him to not kiss Allura, but he had no idea that Keith was still dwelling on it. He knew it came from a place of genuine concern, which he was grateful for. But he really wished that he had left it alone so that he didn't have to go through those waves of thoughts and emotion again. The thoughts of not doing the one thing he's wanted to do for ages. The feeling of confusion and sheer relief when he didn't go through with kissing the princess. The guilt he felt in going for a kiss with someone when he already had someone else on his mind. And more importantly, the weird longing of the purple eyes that made his chest tight and his heart skip. The same eyes he was looking into now. Hesitatingly, he looked away from Keith as he connected his eyes with the ceiling once more.

"Everything."

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three-drink-amy · 4 years

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All the Shine of a Thousand Spotlights

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Chapter Eleven: Now It’s Different, I Want You to Know

Jamie waved one more time to the audience before he walked off stage for the night. A broad smile was on his face. He still couldn’t quite believe, even 8 shows in, that this was his life. It had been his dream for so long and now he was fucking living it. Each night he got to go out on stage and do what he loved. It seemed impossible.

It was all thanks to Claire. And he always remembered that. He was unbelievably thankful that she wouldn’t take no for an answer, that she wouldn’t let him turn it down. She was a rare woman. And she was his.

That didn’t quite seem real either.

Keeping things a secret was hard, but he was willing to do so if it meant they got to be together. And waking up each morning for the past week next to Claire had been a dream. So he’d keep his lips sealed. It was to his career’s benefit to keep them a secret.

They had an easiness between them that made it feel like it had been more than a week. All their free time had been spent together for the most part. He’d been at her home every night since they’d revealed their feelings for each other. And frankly, if she didn’t tell him to spend the night at his place, he wasn’t planning to be anywhere else. He wanted to be with her.

His makeup was off and his costume was hung delicately on the rack. As he threw on his shirt, he was eager to run home. Well, to run to Claire’s. Perhaps it was too soon to call it “home.”

He’d seen Claire in flashes throughout the night. She had been more hidden than the other nights. There had been talk between the actors — and a couple crew members — wondering why she still came. Joe had mentioned that the other times he’d worked with her, it had been three shows. No one knew why she was still there eight shows later. Jamie couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with him. With them. He shook his head as he thought about it again. No doubt, she had her own reasonings. But he did wonder if she’d caught wind of the talks. He figured he’d only seen her before he went on because she wanted him to.

Jamie threw open the dressing room door, ready to head to Claire’s. He jumped back with a yelp when someone was standing in front of the door. “Christ,” he gasped. “Sorry, didna see ye there.” He sidestepped Laoghaire and tried to get away from her.

“Jamie, wait!”

He fought off a groan. All he really wanted was to leave the theater and lay in Claire’s arms on her couch, watching some inane show. “What’s up?” he asked, hoping this would be quick.

“I thought we should get a drink,” she told him.

Jamie sighed, quickly trying to come up with a reason to not meet her. As far as anyone knew, he was single. “Uh, I can’t.”

She chuckled. “And why not?”

He looked away, trying to find a plausible excuse that wasn’t I need to get back to our director’s home because it’s been hours since I’ve touched her. But as he looked from her, he caught sight of Claire. She was rushing out the stage door, looking around furtively. There was an odd look on her face — almost upset. Suddenly, being nice to Laoghaire didn’t matter anymore. He had to get to Claire and see what was wrong.

Jamie glanced back at the girl in front of him. “I just...I can’t. I have somewhere I have to be.” He walked past her, but she grabbed his arm.

“Come on, we just finished our first week of shows. We should go get a drink!” She stepped uncomfortably close to him. “You know, celebrate.”

This was when keeping their relationship a secret became very hard for him. He wanted to tell her in no uncertain terms who he really wanted to celebrate his first week of shows with. But he couldn’t. Jamie took a deliberate step back from her. “I can’t. I have to go. Please respect that.”

She frowned, a look of disbelief crossing her face. Almost as if she couldn’t understand why he’d turned her down. He didn’t wait to see what else she had to say. Without even stopping to talk to anyone at the stage door, he sprinted from the theater, needing to get to Claire.

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The familiar weight of a bottle of wine was in the crook of my arm as I walked to my door. Just like Opening Night, as I approached my door, Jamie was sitting there waiting for me. This time, my heart hurt a bit at the sight of it. Things were going to change and I was the reason why. It had only been a week, but it had been perfect. But that wasn’t realistic.

Jamie jumped up as he saw me approaching. “You know, you don’t have to come here every night.” I said. His face fell a bit at that. “You know, if you have better things to do.”

He looked a bit confused. There was no way for him to know that I’d hit a spectacularly low point during the show. Reaching out, he took the bottle from me. “Well, ye ken yer place is much nicer than mine.” He went with humor, and I appreciated it at that moment.

I nodded, opening the door to let us both in. Stripping off my jacket, I left it on the island. I stood there and looked, remembering how earlier just that day we’d been locked together there. He was hovering over by the couch. I could feel his eyes on me. Surely, he could sense that something was up, but he’d yet to ask.

I didn’t know how to break it to him. But during the show I’d realized it wasn’t going to work. Hence the bottle of wine. With me starting another show, our lives would be incompatible. And everyone expected me to start another show. That was where the secrecy was going to bite me in the arse. I wanted this — wanted him. But I’d never successfully figured out in the last ten years how to manage my career and a romantic relationship. Especially not one with an actor. I wanted it to work, but it wouldn’t.

He walked over to me, setting the bottle down on the bar. “This is yers, I believe.”

I was silent, only nodding in reply. Grabbing the bottle, I poured myself a deep glass. I glanced at him and took down a second glass for him. He’d probably hate me after I told him my realization of the evening. Might as well drink it out.

Jamie watched me the whole time as he sipped on his wine. I finished my glass and started to pour another before he finally spoke. “Do ye want to talk about it?”

My eyes cut over to him. He looked concerned, but hesitant. Things were new between us. I knew he didn’t want to mess things up. But he couldn’t know that I was the one about to do so.

I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess we should.” His brows raised, that concern growing. I started to tell him about running into John, about John’s reminder of how long I usually stayed at a show.

“I knew that,” he told me. I raised a brow. “Some of those who’d worked wi’ you before mentioned it.”

Nodding thoughtfully, I decided to share my own confession. “John thinks it’s because of you.”

“Why?”

Covering my face, I blew out a sigh. “Because before the show opened, I told him about us.” His eyes went wide. “I made him promise not to tell anyone and I know he hasn’t. But he could tell that something was off with me and he dragged it out. I told him all of it. The shock at seeing you at auditions and even the offer I’d made you.”

“When did you tell him all this?”

I looked at him, trying to read his face. The blasted actor was too good at covering his feelings. “Do you remember the night I ran into you and Laoghaire at the bar where we met?” His eyes closed and he nodded. “I also saw John and Joe. John came after me and demanded to know why I was acting so differently.”

“So, what does it mean that he thinks ye’re staying because of me?”

“Well, he doesn’t know that anything else has happened. He just thinks it’s because I don’t want to move on. From you.” I took a long sip of my drink. “And he’s not completely wrong. Everything has been different this time and it’s all been because of you.”

His mask slipped and I saw many emotions playing across his face. He didn’t seem to know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Honestly, I didn’t really either. Seeing the look on his face, I knew I had to tell him everything.

“It was different after you came to auditions,” I started, staring down at my glass. “Because after that, you were all I could think about. Would you take the role? If you didn’t, would I ever see you again? And you took the role and I was so relieved. But then I was just driven to distraction by your presence. Each step was different because I couldn’t get you off my mind.” I sighed softly. “I guess that answers your earlier question about how often I thought of it,” I said with a laugh.

Jamie didn’t laugh though. His face was still unreadable.

“Look, after it opened and things changed between us, I couldn’t leave,” I confessed. “By the time it opened, I should have already had a plan for what I was going to do next. That’s how I’ve worked so much in the last ten years. I just kept going and going and going. But I didn’t even think about something else this time because all I could think of was you.” I shook my head. “I still have no idea what I want to do next. And so I kept going back to the show, even when I knew I shouldn’t.”

“So...what does this all mean?”

I took another long drink before answering. “It means that next Monday, I’m expected to start working again. Finding a new project and such.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Jamie offered.

“But it means that this” — I gestured between us — “ isn’t really going to work.”

Jamie sat forward in his chair. “Why? Just because ye’re working on something else doesn’t mean this has to end.”

“Basically, it does.”

He stood up, looking agitated. “Okay, why?”

“Jamie, it just won’t work out.”

“Is this yer way of finding an out or is there something I’m missing?”

I glared at him. “I’m not looking for an out, Jamie. It’s just not realistic!”

“Okay, but explain to me why. Why are ye so bloody sure that things just have to end now?” Jamie demanded.

I set my glass down on the island that separated us. “If I start working on something else, our schedules are going to clash. I’ll work during the day and you’ll be gone at night. We’ll never see each other.”

Jamie was silent for a long moment. I thought, perhaps, he was accepting it. He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to give me options. I knew he couldn’t. There were no options. We weren’t sustainable.

“Okay, here’s what I’m thinking,” he finally said. I tilted my head, watching him. “So, you work during the day. Then, ye come home and just immediately go to sleep. I’ll get back here around this time. I wake you up and we spend our time together between the hours of, like, 11:00-8:00. Then you go to work and I go to sleep. Perfect.” He waved his hands like he was displaying something.

I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “Jamie, that’s not very realistic.”

He groaned. “I realize it’s no’ realistic. But it should tell ye that I’m trying to come up wi’ options. I’m not going to just sit back and accept that it’s over.” He fell silent, staring at me. “I want to be with you, Claire. I’m not going to just give up.”

“Even if it’s really hard? Because it will be.”

He walked around the island, getting closer to me. “Nothing would be harder than loving you and no’ being wi’ you.” He stepped hesitantly closer, reaching a hand out to my cheek. “I ken it’s only been a week of being together...like this, but I’m no’ giving up on us.”

I crashed against him, wrapping my arms around his waist and tucking my face into his neck. “I don’t want to either. I just don’t know how to make it work.”

His lips pressed a kiss to my head. “We’ll figure it out together.”

I pulled back and looked at him, my hands moving to his face. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I just…” I took a breath, trying to find the words. “In the whole time I’ve had my career, I’ve never found a way to make a relationship work. And for the past week, I’ve tried to ignore that because I really wanted this to work. But when I was reminded of how hard it is, I don’t know, this just seemed like the only option.”

He nodded thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Maybe those didna work because the other person wasna willing to put in the work. But I am. I’m no’ giving you up, Claire Beauchamp.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, curling back into him. “I know it’s only been a week, but I was just upset because I thought I had to let it go.”

“It’s no’ only been a week, Sassenach,” he reminded me. I looked up at him, one brow raised. “I mean, I ken I said it too, but it’s been more than that. We met months ago. And spent those months silently wishing for the other. It’s no’ just been a week.”

I leaned up and kissed him softly. His fingers laced through my hair as he kissed me in return. “Thank you,” I whispered against his lips.

“For what?” he asked, holding me a bit tighter.

“For not giving up on us when I thought it was the only option.”

He kissed me again before he held me close. “Sometimes being stubborn can be a strength,” he joked.

I placed a kiss against his shoulder. “I guess it can be.” I pulled back and grabbed my wine glass, moving over to the couch. Jamie followed suit. He sat against the arm and I cuddled in next to him. “It’s going to be hard,” I said again.

His hand squeezed against my shoulder. “I know. But we can do it. We’ll find a way.”

I laid my head against his chest and tried to block out the voices in my head that said it wouldn’t work. His arms were securely around me, reminding me that he wasn’t going anywhere. And if he wasn’t going anywhere, then neither was I.

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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Wicked Games // Okoye x Sam Wilson

PAIRING; Okoye x Sam Wilson

WORD COUNT; 2,100

WARNINGS; Smut, Sex

REQUEST; C1: Being dared to have sex by someone else

NOTE; These things were not supposed to be this long! This got away from me, lol, but you all should be used to that by now. Everyone is kinda devious in this one - hence the title - and by kinda, I mean very. Happy Valentine’s Day and a very happy birthday to the queen, Danai Gurira! Hope you guys enjoy this one!

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Okoye throws her head back as she downs another shot of Tequila. She slams the shot glass back on the table and closes her eyes, grimacing as the liquid burns it’s way down her throat and into her belly. She brings her hands to her face, cupping her cheeks as the boys around her hoop and holler while pouring another round. She can’t even remember how she got herself into this position - sitting around drinking with two men who haven’t been drunk since 1940 and one who is, well, just as shitfaced as she is.

Steve slides the shot glasses in everyone’s direction, that stupid grin fo his lighting up his face, “Sam, truth or dare bud?”

“What? How is it my turn again?” Sam slurs as he rubs his temples, “I’m already seeing three of you Steve.”

“You know the rules Sammy boy,” Bucky smiles, wiggling his eyebrows, “Complete your dare and you don’t have to drink anymore.”

“It’s called truth or dare. Truth or dare, there’s two options assholes.”

“Not in this version, there’s not.” Steve laughs before leaning into Bucky as he pulls him closer.

Okoye and Sam watch in despair as Bucky whispers into Steve’s ear. Steve’s eyes go wide, and then that famous smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. Okoye can’t help but laugh - Sam’s in trouble.

“Okay, I’ve consulted with my partner here and we’d like to offer a double dare for the two of you.” Steve starts, spinning his shot glass round and round on the table top, “If you both go through with it, we’ll not only call off the game for the night, but we’ll let you two dare us into something that is equal to or greater than what we are about to propose to you.”

Okoye and Sam slide their eyes to one another, “But you both have to agree to it and there has to be proof provided that the dare has in fact been completed.” Bucky adds as he leans forward in his seat.

“Proof?” Okoye asks quizzically.

“This isn’t something we can do in front of you two?” Sam asks quickly as his eyes dart back and forth between Steve and Bucky’s.

Bucky and Steve glance at each other, “Well I mean,” Bucky shrugs, “You technically could but I don’t know how Okoye would feel about that.”

“Unless you’re into that kinda thing, darling.” Steve winks.

Okoye cocks her head to the side as she narrows her eyes in Steve’s direction. She’s suddenly stone cold sober, having a sinking suspicion as to where this is all going. She cuts her eyes towards Bucky only to catch him trying and failing to stifle his laughter. She shakes her head slowly - she’ll never tell that asshole another thing for as long as she lives.

“What’s the dare, Barnes?” She asks coolly.

Bucky rests his elbows on the table and interlocks his fingers, “We dare you and Sam to a good old fashioned fuck.”

If they were in a cartoon, Sam’s mouth would have been on the floor as soon as the words left Bucky’s mouth. His eyes go wide as they skirt nervously around the room, “Bucky!”

Bucky cuts his eyes back to Okoye’s as their little game from weeks before plays in his head. If you had to fuck anybody, out of all of us, who would it be? He watched in amusement as she pondered his question seriously. Sam, she finally revealed several minutes later, Yeah, Sam.

“And if we don’t?” Okoye asks as she leans back into her chair.

Bucky shrugs again, “Nothing happens. But you’ll know that we know that you’re a, you know, chicken.”

Okoye quirks her eyebrow. Bucky cocks his head. Steve drags his eyes between the two of them, unsure of what is really happening now. Sam continues to stare at Bucky like he has two heads.

Okoye is not one to back down from a challenge. Plus, drinking makes her horny. Plus plus, Sam looks really good in his dark blue hoodie. She grabs Sam’s hand and pulls him from the table, focusing her eyes on the long hallway as Steve and Bucky get to hollering again. She feels Sam stumbling behind her, his intoxication leaving him unable to move coherently. She pushes into her bedroom, whipping Sam around her body before she slams the door shut.

Sam stumbles towards the bed but catches himself before he falls, “Okoye, we don’t have to do this. They’re being dicks.” His words stick together as he holds out his hands to stop the room from spinning.

She moves up to him and pushes his chest lightly, watching him fall backward onto the bed. She pulls off her shoes one by one, dropping them to the floor as she keeps her eyes on his. She smiles a little as he leans up on to his elbows, his lips parted, his eyes wide as he watches her start to undress - he’s suddenly stone cold sober too.

She pulls her top over her head, revealing her naked, full breasts. She laughs a little as Sam’s open mouth widens even more before he swallows hard. Maybe it’s been a while for Sammy. She pops the button to her fly and unzips her jeans slowly, wiggling her hips as she pushes the denim down her legs.

Sam blinks furiously as heat from not just the alcohol begins to rise in his cheeks. His eyes move slowly down her hourglass shaped frame as she adjusts the strings of her thong on her hips. He bites the inside of his cheek as she saunters towards him and climbs onto the mattress. He clears his throat nervously as she crawls up his body and straddles his waist.

“We don’t,” he starts before swallowing again, “You don’t have to do this.”

Okoye shushes him by placing her finger to his lips and shaking her head slowly. She drags her hands down his built chest, feeling his flesh and muscles through his shirt. Her pussy clenches as a jolt of arousal flashes through her - she might have to thank Barnes after all.

She leans down and grabs Sam’s lips with her own. It’s a soft kiss as first, like two pensive teenagers feeling their way around for the first time, but their instincts soon take over. She introduces her tongue to his mouth, slipping it across his bottom lip before pushing further to massage his. Sam moans into her mouth as she feels him start to relax underneath her.

She starts to push her hips down into his, rolling them slowly to get him fully going - which takes no time at all. He’s pressing into her ass almost instantly, Okoye’s eyes popping open in surprise. She’s in for a big treat.

Sam lays all all the way back as Okoye retreats down his body. He rubs his face with his hands, still not fully sure how he ended up in this position and why she’s so eager - but he can’t (and won’t) complain. He stares at the ceiling, the sound of his zipper being pushed down filling his ears. He tenses when her warm palm pulls him free from his boxers, and then grunts when she starts to stroke him.

“Reach to your right, top drawer.”

Sam obeys quickly, patting his hand along the nightstand until he feels the round knob. He pulls it open and digs around until he feels a small plastic bottle. He hisses suddenly as his hips jut upward into her hand and tosses the bottle to the foot of the bed. He moans again as her skilled fingers sweep over his slit and mumbles incoherently as she drags her palm back down his shaft.

Okoye keeps one hand on him as the other fumbles with the his-and-hers warming lube. She tilts the bottle over his dick and squeezes softly, letting it coat his flesh and her fingers as she continues her slow strokes. She flips her eyes up towards Sam’s face as he writhes underneath her and a soft, confident smile tugs at her lips.

She pushes up onto her knees and moves the delicate material of her panties to the side. She holds Sam firmly as she lowers down on to him, holding her breath as her pussy stretches to fit him. She adjusts her hips once she’s seated - clenching her muscles around him before resting her hands on his chest to bare her weight.

Sam skims his fingers along her thighs before taking a firm hold of them as she starts to rock and bounce. He bucks into her, meeting her hips half way, greedy for more of her tight, warm, experienced body.

Okoye bites her bottom lip as she digs her nails into him and rolls her head back on her neck. He feels good - too good. Thick and firm, hitting spots that Okoye hasn’t had touched in years. She bounces harder and faster, closing her eyes and letting herself get lost in the sensation.

There’s soon a chorus between them, their sounds fusing together and floating out of the room. Okoye feels the pull in the pit of her stomach. Her toes curl, her pussy clenches, her thighs start to shake as the pressure starts to build. It rushes throughout her body, adrenaline coursing through her veins as sweat pops up on her brow.

Sam holds onto her hips as they thrash against him. He lets out a deep grunt as his hips jut hard into hers, quick spurts of his spunk spilling into her. His octave raises slightly as he moans and hisses, his cock jumping with each spurt.

God, he even sounds good. Okoye watches him as he cums - his eyes slammed shut, those long, dark eyelashes spreading over his cheeks. His mouth hangs open as he pants heavily. It’s gorgeous. He’s gorgeous - and the sight of him at his most vulnerable makes her cum hard.

Her pussy quakes, clenching and then relaxing and then clenching again as it convulses with her orgasm. Her hips jerk as she throws her head back and rides it out, savoring every last perfect second.

She rests her weight on his chest with her hands, dropping her head as her breath is heavy and labored. Sam lets his hands fall to his sides as his heart racing in his chest. Okoye rolls off of him and falls to the mattress. She starts to giggle and so does he, their heads in the clouds.

Okoye pats his cheek and kisses him quickly before throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She stands and sheds her now soiled panties before slipping into a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt.

Sam’s eyes follow her to the door, a smile spreading on his face as she turns back to face him, “You don’t have to prove shit to them, you know.”

She shrugs and smiles, “I’m a big girl.”

“Yeah,” Sam’s chuckles, “You just proved that.”

Okoye giggles again, “Rest up, I’ll be back for more.”

“Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” Sam calls.

Okoye smiles to herself as she saunters down the hall and turns into the kitchen. She finds Bucky leaning against the bar, a smile on his face as he eyes her. Steve glances up from his place behind the sink, washing their cups and shot glasses. She opens her mouth to speak but Bucky shakes his head and lifts his hand, “We heard Sam all the way out here. Well done, General.”

“You’re a couple of sick fucks,” She laughs, “You know that?”

Steve shrugs, “I mean, we were both frozen for seventy years. That’s a lot of pent up sexual tension.”

“Plus, that’s payback for you outting me to T’Challa, thank you very much. I was this close to getting that dick.” Bucky says, pushing her shoulder gently.

Okoye scrunches her face, “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean,” Bucky scoffs, rolling his eyes, “You know what you did.”

“No I don’t!” She exclaims, placing her hand on her chest, “I am a woman of my word, Barnes.”

He cocks his eyebrow, “So you say.”

“I am!” She punches his shoulder for effect.

“Then how does he know I wanna fuck, huh?”

Okoye throws up her hands, shaking her head as Bucky scoffs again, “I mean it, I didn’t say a thing! Not a word!”

“Then how does he know? I only told you and -”

They both cut their eyes towards Steve as he turns the corner and disappears down the hall, whistling all the while.

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willel · 4 years

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Random Season 4 Wishes

Here is a random list of things I want to see in season 4 in no particular order. Some of these are more like predictions than wishes, but at this point, any prediction made is just a wish.

A break from all out romance. The romance wasn’t really handled all that great last season. Other than the looming monster danger, it was the forefront of season 3. I would like a return to a season 1/season 2 formula where while there is still romance, it is never the focus. Stranger Things excels with subtle tender moments and meaningful physical contact.

Character growth over character drama. Another issue season 3 had is too much conflict between character. Hardly any of it really contributed to character growth. The only character growth to be seen is Mike being a little less clingy and El being a little more independent. Nothing else noticeably changed, not on screen. Conflict is important... but it should be pushing our character forward, not locking them in place.

Recapture the importance of family. Our cast has been divided in two. The Byers + El are somewhere new while the others stayed behind in Hawkins. This leaves an excellent opportunity to revisit old threads long forgotten. I would love to see Nancy and Mike actually interacting. Not just one conversation or exchanging a glance. Full out brother and sister duo. I feel similarly about Jonathan with his own family. I would like to see a plot where all the Byers + El are in it together.

Return of Kali. Kali, I feel, is a very important piece of El. While season 3 would have us forget her influence of El, I hope next season doesn’t completely ignore her presence. It would be interesting if Kali’s prediction comes true, that no matter where she hides or who she’s with, “they” will never let her live in peace or have a normal life. Not because I want harm to come to El, but because I don’t for a second believe the government is done with her or the other experimented children.

Proper strategist Michael Wheeler and proper action man Lucas Sinclair. I would like to see the return of the strategist Mike who always seems to have a plan and can get everyone on the same page. In season 3, he was fumbling around distracted. I feel normally, Mike would have set a trap for the Mind Flayer or would’ve formulated a proper plan to escape the mall or the cabin. In Lucas’s case, they did ok with him in season 3 actually, but it was really out of character for him to freeze up while El was being choked out. I want to see a more forward athletic Lucas.

Will to make new friends. In season 3, we saw at least 2 of the 4 boys interests changing drastically and the other was all too eager to go off and hang around new people. Given Will’s situation (new town, new house, new school, distant old friends), I’d like to see Will gain some new friendships. That’s not to say he’d drop the old ones. They’re the OG after all. But, before all the drama of next season picks up, it would be nice to see Will being happy and acknowledged by new friends.

US Government becoming a threat again. Personally, I did not enjoy the Russian plot. Everything seemed like a joke. When the US government were the bad guys, everything felt more dangerous and dire. You never knew who was listening. Who was watching. What would happen if they found El or if they would hurt the boys and their families. Next season, I feel they could make the Russians feel like as much of a threat as the US government if both governments are clashing and in a race to the bottom. By that, I mean the government should become a major foe again racing against the Russian government to do bad things. Open a gate? Control a demogorgon? Allow the Mind Flayer in again? Both these governments should screw up equally.

A slow return of El’s powers. I want El to get her powers back, but I want it to be a slow daunting process. It’s like she starts back at square one. She can move and pick up small things, but even that has taken her months. She’s stuck between being seemingly normal with no powers, but also missing the power she once had.

Casual power training. As we know, Will is really into comics. El might be too since Max introduced her to them. A classic of comics is the super hero training to regain their strength or to become stronger. It would be really interesting if Will contributed to El slowly regaining her powers by setting up obstacles and challenges just for her. Maybe on the weekends, he designs a building and she must use wooden blocks/legos to make it with her powers. Or, build a house of cards. A game of darts using powers only. A game of catch. (I was going to say Jenga, but it looks like that didn’t get released in the US until 1987) Anything Will can creatively come up with that he thinks will help her regain her strength. (whether it does or not is up for debate) It’s mostly casual fun. Some bonding opportunities. Who doesn’t enjoy training the hero/super hero? (basically, it’s roleplay)

Will’s power expanded. I am writing a proper theory page on Will’s/the Byers’s powers, but let me explain exactly what I mean here. It’s clear Will has powers, but they severely limited them in season 3. Examples:

Instead of only sensing the Mind Flayer when it’s nearby, he should be able to close his eyes, concentrate, and locate the center of activity

Will should have great insight into the Mind Flayer’s intentions even if it’s just honest guesses on what the Mind Flayer wants and what he’s trying to do (like in season 2)

Will’s danger senses should happen immediately, not delayed like we saw in the hospital or in the mall. He should be able to tell the Mind Flayer is coming for them from miles away or even across dimensions.

Will should retain true sight, the ability to see into the Upside Down. A dangerous ability to be sure, but can be useful if we’re going to have gates popping in and out around the world like what’s been implied.

Karen possibly discovering the truth. Honestly, Season 1 Karen is such a good mom. And in season 3, that discussion with Nancy was superb and beautiful. I would love for Karen to learn a little more what her two eldest kids have been up to. If not that, I’d like for her to at least give more guidance to her kids. I’d like for Nancy and Mike to vaguely come to her for advice and she’d grant it, no questions asked. (ok, Karen used to be very nosy so maybe she does ask questions, but takes a step back and respects their privacy)

Joyce to be believed right away. I honestly do not understand why people doubt Joyce, you know? She’s been right 3 years in a row now (Nancy too). I swear if anyone questions her intuition next season, she should give them her classic Joyce sneer until they realize how silly they’re being. In order of “alarm bells”, I think it will go like Will >> El >> Joyce >> Jonathan in quick succession. All 4 family members should be very sensitive to weird things as this point.

Jonathan gets a plot. I want to see things from Jonathan’s perspective again. After season 1, we’ve barely gotten anything. I want to see Jonathan putting forth plans or leading the charge, at least for a little while. There is a great opportunity for this next season since he’s the man of the house about to graduate from high school if he hasn’t already. (*sobs remembering Will is taller than him now, officially). Heck, if we want to switch around the order of “alarm bells”, maybe Jonathan becomes alert of something wrong before Joyce does this time.

Less product placement. In season 1/season 2, there was product placement, but that was because they were really setting the scene. It was 1983. This is what products used to be like. This is what was popular at the time. But season 3? They cranked that dial up 2000% when they didn’t need to. It really made it feel less serious and set in reality. Don’t dare use Lucas to spit out a damned Coke ad ever again.

Genuine friendship moments. I’ve mentioned this earlier, but with less romantic drama and stuff, I’d like to see genuine friendships return. The El and Max friendship was great and all, but it’s really a shame it was so heavily focused on Mike. I hope in the future, these two girls are able to share screentime without the boys being mentioned or thought about. Same with the guys, it would be nice if they could hang out like before without splitting off into pairs or focusing entirely on their romantic lives. They don’t really feel like a friend group anymore, just a group of double dates (hence why I’d like for Will to make friends outside the original group.)

Proper use of the supernatural. Season 3 was weak when it came to the Mind Flesher imo. They had this whole idea of the Flayed who seemed to be totally normal (and sweaty) just walking around town living their lives until a flip was switched. Whyyyyy in the world weren’t they used to try to get at our cast? The only time they did it was in the hospital, but we saw dozens and dozens of people who could’ve served the same purpose except it could happen anywhere. Maybe there were other ‘patients’ in the waiting room that also turned on the kids that they had to fight off? Maybe strange people came to all their houses trying to find them or break in? They could’ve gone full creepy like season 1/2 but they didn’t. I’d like to see them fully use the horror aspects next season.

That’s what I got off the top of my head.

#stranger things #theory

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msjr0119 · 4 years

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We Belong

Introduction

A mini series

Today at work we had to use the defib for a patient, when I spoke to the patients son- he was so grateful that we managed to save his father’s life (thank god for our NHS- we are so lucky!) We spoke to him afterwards, and he spoke about how his father loved their mother but there was his childhood sweetheart who he regretted letting go- then bam, I’m inspired.

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*****

Liam and Riley had been on their ‘engagement’ unity tour - attempting to unite Cordonia after the recent attacks. It was now the day for Liam to show Riley her beautiful Duchy for becoming Queen and Duchess- Valtoria.

Bastien waited at the palace entrance for; Liam, Riley, Olivia, Drake, Maxwell and Hana- escorting them all to the large SUV.

“I didn’t realise Valtoria was this far, it always seemed like a quick journey.” Bastien overheard Maxwell ask Liam, gulping he lied to the group of friends.

“There’s been a diversion. We will be there soon, Sir.” Maxwell shrugged. After a while, Bastien pulled up- hoping he wasn’t going to be thrown into a dungeon for his deceit.

“What the hell are we doing at your ex’s Duchy Liam?” Olivia asked, quirking her eyebrows at him. Liam shared a vacant expression not knowing himself, focusing his gaze towards his guard - he folded his arms hoping that Bastien could provide the group with answers.

“Oh I get it, maybe Bastien is giving Riley another option for a Duchy? I mean Evie wasn’t exactly thrilled to be the heir, and we haven’t seen her in ages. She’s probably living the high life now- got a whole group of new friends. The Duke and Duchess before they passed away said she wasn’t interested even coming back from boarding school for the holidays.” Bastien ignored Maxwell’s theory, instead gesturing them to the front door. As they approached the door swung open. Shock was the common expression between the majority of the group of friends.

“Hey guys!” Evangeline, Liam thought whilst keeping a stoic expression- not wanting Riley to know how he truly felt about seeing his childhood sweetheart. Maxwell ran up to her picking up, swinging her about like a rag doll.

“Evieeeee. I’ve missed you! What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I told Bastien dur. Hence why you are all here. I’ve missed you too Maxi.”

“Well, well, well. It’s good to have you back Evangeline Bruley. I’m still the queen bitch though.”

“You wanna bet Liv? Drake. Still a grump I’ve heard?”

“It’s good to see you Bruley.” God she’s more beautiful than I remember.

“And you two must be Lady Hana and Duchess Riley- soon to be Queen. It’s so lovely to finally meet the person who stole Liam’s heart.” Evie walked up to the two strangers, giving them an over friendly hug. “Hi Li.” Liam looked at her as if she was a ghost. “Hello Evangeline. It’s nice to see you, but I was taking Riley to Valtoria. So if you’ll excuse us.” Needing to get away from the current situation- Liam knew his old feelings could potentially resurface. He loved Riley, truly he did- but Evie was the first girl to make his heart skip beats.

“Why don’t you and Riley just go. I need to catch up with Evie. Liv, Drake, Hana?” Maxwell could tell that this whole situation was awkward- especially seeing Riley’s body tense up. Olivia and Drake agreed to stay with Max catching up with Evie. Hana didn’t know the new Duchess personally, and was undecided on what to do. In one way, she felt awkward as she didn’t know Evie- but yet again she would feel like a gooseberry spending the day at Valtoria with Riley and Liam. Feeling guilty, she decided to stay with everyone- mouthing sorry to Riley, her best friend offered her a half hearted smile.

“Okay, well myself and Riley will go to Valtoria. You can all stay here. Goodbye lady Evangeline.”

“Your majesty, I hope you will both be attending my ‘welcome home’ ball tomorrow night?”

“Of course we will attend Evie. See you then.” Watching Bastien drive Riley and Liam away- Evie smiled at her childhood friends, eager to catch up with them all and to get to know the infamous talents Hana Lee.

“Come in everyone. Now I’m back, I better get used to being a Duchess.”

*****

Liam noticed Riley staring out of the window. Looking broken after her interaction with her fiancés ex.

“Ri?” Attempting to hold her hand, she abruptly brushed him away- sighing as she continued to stare into space, over thinking the events that were due to occur.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had an ex who was an heir to a Duchy?” Finally focusing her gaze onto his baby blues, she hoped that Liam would be honest with her. Knowing how he would possibly hide the truth to protect her feelings- she needed him to be open especially as they were due to get married.

“Because it’s not important. She isn’t important. And she’s been practically non existent since we was 11.” Sighing, he took Riley’s hands into his own. “The truth is myself and Evangeline were betrothed to be married. As Leo and Madeleine were. She was sent to boarding school- we all kept in touch. Some holidays, she would return. But she kept herself to herself, the last time I saw her was at her parents funeral two years ago- they died in a car crash. We never heard from her after.”

“Do you love her Liam?” Her bottom lip trembled, she had only just got him back and jealousy soon appeared- scared of losing him yet again.

“As teenagers, I did believe that I was in love with her. But our marriage was only going to ever be political. She didn’t feel the same towards me. I often wonder if that’s why she refused to come back home to Cordonia. Riley I love you. You are my Queen.”

*****

Maxwell and Olivia had decided to show Hana around, they had spent most of their childhood at the Duchy as they did at everyone else’s. Drake had always had a slight crush on Evie, but never exposed this. Mainly due to his best friend being in love with her since a young age.

“So Bruley, what’s it like to be back home?”

“Weird. I’ve missed you guys!”

“Even Liam?”

“Even Liam. Just because I didn’t love him, doesn’t mean that I don’t miss him. He’s one of my best friends. Always will be as you all are. Have you been to the gym? You look more toned.” Drake blushed, before gazing down at his body. Raising his head back up towards her- he providing that infamous Walker smirk.

“Maybe. It’s what single life does to you.”

“Is Kiara still drooling over you?” Pouting her lips, she knew just the mention of Kiara would frustrate him. Laughing at him now scowling at her, she held her hands up in defeat.

“Now that’s the most idiotic question for anyone to ask.”

“Why? If I was lesbian, I’d definitely choose Kiara- she’s beautiful, she’s intelligent...”

“Says the girl who got a scholarship into boarding school.” Drake interrupted.

“Well myself and Kiara would make a pretty intelligent couple then.” Drake raised his eyebrows, not knowing if she was being serious or not.

“So what do you want to drink? I know everyone else’s drink preferences as they came to my parents funeral.” Drake felt guilty for not attending- one reason was he was in Texas visiting his mother. The other reason being, that he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his true feelings regarding her in, until today Evangeline Bruley was what he assumed just a teenage crush.

“I’m sorry about not being there. I did send my condolences. My mom needed me in Texas. I’m a whiskey man.”

“I’m joking with ya Drake. Good manly choice. Here.” Evie handed the drink to him, as he took the tumbler - their fingers brushed, sending a bolt of electricity through his veins. Noticing the wedding band on her finger, he felt slightly disappointed. Of course she’s married, why wouldn’t she be- he thought.

“They are my mother’s rings.” Evie realised he was gawking at her left hand, shaking her head she knew he was putting two and two together and making five.

“What?”

“I saw you look at them. I could see your mind working overtime.”

“Exactly, you’re intelligent. So erm... is there a special someone in your life?” Shit why have I asked her that?

“No. I mean, I’ve had boyfriends but they all ran away once they found out I was noble.”

“Not surprised!” Drake winked at her.

“Hey! Are you still sponging off Liam?”

“Touché! I’ve missed you. We all have.”

“Missed you too Walker. Will you be attending the ball tomorrow?”

“Attending, Yes. I haven’t got anything better to do. Boring commoner life. I’ll just stand in the corner as always.”

“You haven’t changed one bit have ya? Would you consider us close friends?”

“Erm. Yeah. Why?” Wondering why she would ask that he provided her with a perplexed expression- of course they were friends even if they had drifted apart over the years.

“Would you like to escort me into the ballroom tomorrow? I’d have asked max for old time’s sake, but I think he will ask someone else.”

“Who? Surely you could ask someone else. You don’t want me ruining your grand entrance.”

“Shut up! I asked you because I want you to escort me. We’re best friends. Don’t look over your shoulder but Liv is playing gooseberry....” Drake ignored her and turned around immediately- Olivia shook her head using her resting bitch face expression. “Drake I told you to not look! You ignored me!”

“They’ve been flirting all the way through Liam’s social season anyway. It’s no surprise.”

“Really? Aww little Maxi is all grown up....”

“Yeah. He’s smitten with Hana. You, me and Liv will play the sad singletons within this friendship group.” Evie laughed loud, not realising how loud until Olivia, Max and Hana snapped their heads towards her direction.

“Drake... you do know that Liv is fucking Bastien?”

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kileyrose-2003 · 4 years

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Rose the Hat x Fem! Reader

A/N: This imagine was requested by @lizttzie This is my first time writing anything smuttish material for Doctor Sleep so if that part of the imagine is kinda mediocre. I'm sorry ahead of time if it's a little different then you expected. But I hope you enjoy.

Rose the Hat was never a woman that intended to be tied down by any means. Relationships were never a big thing to her. Same with sex.

It wasn't that they were meaningless acts or feelings it's just that she found it for lack of better words, boring and menial. Rose like a little bit of adventure and fun.

Members of The True never seen anyone outside of the tribe, hence why they mingled between themselves more often than none but you were the acception.

Rose never intended to meet you, or even fall in love you but she did and she was never more happy about anything in her life.

You both found each other years ago on a vacation in Florida with a couple of friends. You weren't a child by any means but you also weren't living on your own yet.

It was the awkward phase of life after college for you. Trying to figure out what to do with your life, etc.

You needed a little escape and the sandy beaches and warm rays of sun beating down on your skin helped you find just that.

The liquor in the couple of the margaritas you downed was sweet and helped you indulge in your trip even more and in that indulgence you found Rose laying naked on the beach with only a towel wrapped her midrift.

Her pale skin was absorbing the rays of the sun without a single sign of burning and you were mesmerized.

She was a horrible thing from as far you could see through your shine. You were a reader of sorts but god, she was gorgeous.

"Well..hi there!" She stood up, completely removing the towel and you stared. "What's your name sweet cheeks?"

"Y-y/n." You stuttered and she grinned. "Y/n! What a pretty name and I guess you don't have to ask my name because you know who I am already don't you? Because you are a special thing aren't you?"

You blushed and Rose gave a grin before dragging you off to her camper.

It wasn't until the next morning you realized first hand just what horrible things she did and why she was in Florida that hot summer day. You could still remember the poor little girl Emma that laid beneath Rose's knife. The smell of iron was in the air and you feel her distress. Her screams. You could still feel the lingering disgust but it was too late for you. Rose already made her claim on you.

Rose thought you were adorable and she didn't want to let you go ever but she didn't want to turn you yet. You were her steamy light. Almost a morality pet of sorts and leverage of sorts when it came to the others and questioning her.

When she felt like shit, she had you or Crow. Mostly you though because it was harder to explain her feelings of disdain to someone who was just as comfortably numb as she was.

Rose was currently standing in her camper, rushing a brush through her tangled brown tresses after her and Andi's night of passion. "Purple floral dress or pink, Andi?" She hummed as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Pink, it brings out your eyes nicely. Why? Y/n coming around to the campsite?" She had a smirk hinting on the corner of her mouth as she looked up from her book and Rose smacked her arm playfully.

"Yes, she is. She's actually staying over night for the first time." Rose smiled and began to undress. "Well if she's staying over she's getting turned soon, right?" The question was met with silence as Rose threw the dress over her head, her top hat somehow still stayed on. "I don't know if I want to turn her yet."

"Why not? We all like her including Grampa Flick, and you know how he is to please." Andi raised a eyebrow, looking up from the old and yellowed page she was on. "I don't know if she really wants it..you know how she is. She's very sensitive and I don't know if she'd do well in our environment."

"You think she sees what we do?" Rose let out a barking laugh. "Oh..I know she does and she's disgusted by it."

"Contrast you perfectly." Andi attempted to joke and Rose gave her a dirty look followed by a moody huff. "Sorry, anyways..I just think it would benefit everyone and stop softening you up slightly."

"Soften? I'm not soft Andi and never will be." She folded her arms and looked at the younger woman in way that showed she was intrigued. "You know.. she makes you a little more happy or at least calmer. We all know you can't resist her and if she was closer well..it'd be different."

Rose laughed and shook her head. "Keep dreaming sweetheart. I'll never change." At least she didn't think she would but at the same point she said she'd never give Crow the luxury of knowing her bed the whole True knew how that turned out.

Andi paused for a moment, blocking whatever thought she didn't want Rose to see. "What does Crow think of Y/n?"

"He likes her, though I question if he's slightly jealous of her. Not that it matters." Rose chuckled the last part softly. "When aren't men like that? Anyways, I'm heading out. Sarey and I have plans~ Have fun with Y/n."

"Bye love." Rose gave her a quick hug and let Andi excuse herself before shutting the drapes in her camper and walked over to her little sliding drawer.

She held one of the 12 full cannisters in her hand and took a small whiff out of it. The miniscule pieces of gray hair she had disappeared and she smirked as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Soft? Never in a million years. Eat well..live long."

She turned on both heels and held her head up as she strolled out of her camper and over to The Jeep, her brown hair flowing in the wind behind her like it was a protective sheath and nodding to a few members of The True along the way.

She put the keys in the ignition and the engine roared as she pulled away. The crunching of the leaves fading away the farther the vehicle moved.

(You on your way?)

Rose looked into her back seat to see your Shining form and smiled. "You know it...what are you wearing for me tonight?"

(Won't you see when you get here?)

She smirked when she seen you draped in a towel through her mirror. "Playing with fire already, my love? I like it. This is a new side of you I haven't seen. What are you playing at?"

(You'll see.)

You smirked and disappeared from her back seat but Rose smiled. "Oh..yes you run dear and be prepared for what I have in store for you."

Meanwhile you stood in the apartment of your bathroom, throwing on your last stitch of makeup before Rose came.

You looked down at your lipsticks and held it in her hands. Debating on what color to put on. The pink was soft like a flower but the red..it reminded you of crimson blood. You knew the color well enough from Rose.

"Red." The voice from behind you threw you off. "It looks nice with your clothes and your hair though I really don't think you need it." You turned to look at Rose and went to go wrap your arms around.

"Hi baby." You greeted and she laughed. "Eager, aren't you?" There was a teasing tone. "I mean..after your last little visit and the car ride..."

Rose laughed and kissed the top of your head. "So mischievous..A different side of you I like and never seen before."

You giggled and took her to your living room. "How's your family?" You inquired as you poured her a cup of tea from the pot. "Our family, dear." She corrected. "And they're fine, thank you. Andi is really excited to see you."

"Aww really? Andi's so sweet." You smiled and handed her the cup. Rose's hand clasped down on the handle tightly mostly out of jealousy and she gritted her teeth.

"That she is, if you are one of the rare individuals who don't piss her off and luckily my love, you are in that very tiny category." She leaned over to put the mug down on your coffee table and pulled you close to her.

She wrapped her arms around your back and trailed little kisses down your neck and spine. You closed your eyes out of bliss and she grinned. "My Y/n..you're so beautiful." She hummed and continued to kiss you over and over again.

"So are you Rosie..I adore you." She leaned forward and ran her hands up and down your sides, tracing little shapes on the most sensitive of places. "R-rose." You breathed and she giggled.

"So anxious..so eager. Tell me dear, has any rube ever make you give in like I do?" You let out a slight groan. "You know the answer to that question."

The True's leader looked amused. "Which is?" She sunk her teeth into your neck and you let out a gasp. "No."

Rose smirked "You know, I could do this with you for the rest of my life."

"You can, you know.. and I want to." The words came off desperate and Rose sighed. "Only if that's what you want my sweet, but not yet. You're still so innocent and too sweet..my sensitive girl."

You let out a little huff and pushed her back against the sofa. Tired of her considering you to be tiny and weak all the time. You met The True already and they all liked you. "Well I guess I'll just have to prove myself then."

"You're playing a dangerous game of Russian Roulette dear and whoever told you, you have the authority to do that?" The look in Rose's grey eyes was that of a joking nature but her body posture..my god. She was so dominant.

Your cheeks pooled red and you bit your bottom lip. "No one..sorry Rosie." She laughed and kissed your cheek. Maneuvering her position so she could pin you down against the sofa.

"Don't do it again." The words were soft but came out in such a husky tone you felt chills run up your spine.

She sat on your lap and clumsily began to smash kisses all over your face. "Y/n baby, shirt off now."

You let out a pathetic moan and nodded. "O-okay." Her hands overlapped yours as you removed your silk tank top.

"Oh damn." She ran her hands over your breast, gently caressing them. "Your skin feels so soft. Like a cloud."

You grunted and feverishly laced your fingers through her hair as you kissed her neck. "So does yours..when was the last time you took steam?"

"Just this morning..the sex feels even better when we take steam. Just you see one day." She pulled your pants off slowly, flusterering you even more.

"Rose! Please." You begged and she chuckled. "Yes..always so eager. We'll have to see if you are the same after I turn you."

Before you even knew it her head was between your thighs and you were screaming out in passion.

"F-fuck.." You groaned and Rose smirked. "Such a pretty little slut." You face pooled cherry red. "R-rosie..I think I'm gonna..cum!"

The pain in your lower area was extraordinary and Rose quickened her pace. "Then cum for me baby..cum! Show me how I make you wiggle beneath me."

You arched your back in pleasure as you let your orgasm run it's course and Rose grinned, wiping the fluids off her hand as she snuggled close to you.

"That..was amazing." You breathed, wiping the layers of sweat of your forehead. Rose smiled and kissed your cheeks. "I told you the steam makes it better."

You nodded and she kissed your cheeks. "Did I prove myself then?" Rose hummed softly and kissed your cheeks. "Yes love..way proved yourself."

"You sure about that lovely?" You sounded joking but you were serious. "I'm sure." Rose smashed her lips down against yours passionately. Relieved to know she'd never have to worry about ever share you with anyone.

'Damn her and her sweet eyes.' She thought back to what Andi said as she leaned over top of your body again. Oh yes..you would indeed soften her up.

#rose the hat #true knot #the true knot #stephen king #the shining #doctor sleep #dr sleep #x reader #imagine #one shot #smut #crow daddy #snakebite andi

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kyndaris · 4 years

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Date with Destiny (with a Capital D)

When I watched the announcement at E3 about Final Fantasy VII Remake, I was terribly excited. Though the Final Fantasy series has been one of my favourites since I first played Final Fantasy X, I have never actually played the original Final Fantasy VII.Instead, I read everything I could find and watched walkthroughs (including Dirge of Cerberus) as well as the film: Advent Children and Advent Children Complete. When Crisis Core released on PlayStation Portable (PSP), I also bought that to immerse myself in the entirety of the Final Fantasy VII universe. And when I told one of my close friends, Bleachpanda, about it, they were surprised that I had never played the original. But while I could have purchased the re-release on the PlayStation 4, I wanted to see the game that had captured the imagination of so many people in high definition quality.

As most people in Australia know, the game released a whole nine days earlier than it was supposed to: on 1st of April. After I had mistakenly taken the express train, I was perusing my messages and saw my friend post her excitement that Final Fantasy VII Remake was out. Immediately, I used my situation to my advantage and went to buy the game - despite the fact that I had no facial mask and was entering a shopping centre with a possible high risk of infection. After sweating up a storm by rushing to all the stores, I finally had the copy in hand.

However, it would not be until I had finished Yakuza 4 that I could begin my journey with Cloud and the Avalanche team. Suffice it to say, I was incredibly excited. From the score to Cloud’s lovely cheekbones. In fact, I could not believe my good fortune that I was actually playing the game. It didn’t seem real that I would have in my hands despite the ongoing pandemic. From there, my hype built as I defeated the Scorpion sentinel and moved on to the Seventh Heaven. When Tifa’s theme sounded, I had to resist the urge to shed a tear.

I might not have played the original, but gosh darn it, I loved the characters as much as any fan.

Even the little details were so exciting to see. Though there were several changes to the game, it was clear that the developers loved the game as much as its fans did. I liked how Cloud and the gang kept their victory poses for when they were in the Coliseum. The up-scaled Church, the bar, Wall Market and Aerith’s house. Learning more about many of the side characters also helped build a solid connection to them. From Jessie’s tragic backstory of her dad collapsing in Mako storage in her debut as the role of Princess at the Golden Saucer (goodness me, if she knew about the shenanigans of Cloud and the rest of the party, she’d probably throw a fit), to Bigg’s contribution to the Sector 5 orphanage. This even extended to the differences in Tifa’s and Aerith’s cleavage sizes. Not that I was paying particular attention...

Okay, maybe a little. But I’m glad that they also gave appropriate footwear and gear for the characters.

But my goodness, that pull-up challenge took me fifty minutes! It wasn’t even in the original! And the trophy did not feel worth it after how difficult Jules was. Never again!

Then the characters also called me out for going in the wrong direction. I’m not! I’m trying to explore every nook and cranny of this world Square-Enix has bequeathed us and to find as many items as I can find!

The combat, though, was the one that had the most changes. Gone is the turn-based battle system. While players can play on classic, according to my friend Bleachpanda, it was less than exciting. Particularly when the AI just stood around guarding most of the time. As for me, I played on Normal Mode. The battle mechanics felt like they used bits and pieces from other games: such as Final Fantasy XV and Final Fantasy XIII. It also incorporated elements of the original Active Time Battle system, but I found it frustrating that all of my more powerful abilities, and even items, were gated behind a slowly rising bar - particularly for the AI-controlled party members. Of course, Final Fantasy VII Remake also allowed players to switch between members and I found I had to do this on a fairly regular basis depending on the battle.

Also, your ATB abilities, spells and item usages could also be interrupted. This proved particularly frustrating in difficult battles where I was hoping to take advantage of an enemy’s weakness, only to be batted to the side because of an air attack.

It also felt, on numerous fights, that I had to think of these battles less like a turn-based battle and more like an action adventure, hack and slash. Instead of just absorbing spells and attacks, I needed to evade and guard. This was clearly evident in several solo battles with Roche and even Rufus Shinra. I had to read attack patterns, avoid some of their deadly moves and strike when they had an opening. All the while, trying to keep my ATB gauge up and ready for some quick healing or spell casting.

Let’s move on now to the characters and the story. But where to begin? How about the ending that proved incredibly divisive among many fans. My friend, Bleachpanda, was sorely disappointed by the presence of the Whispers and how the last two chapters transpired. She, unlike me, had been banking on nostalgia to pull her and was more excited to seeing the original recreated in perfect high definition. If you read her posts on Final Fantasy VII Remake you will learn that she was mightily disappointed that how Cloud manages to obtain his dress was very different (although she probably still liked our ex-Soldier shaking his tush on stage. Heck, I think everyone was channelling Aerith and shouting at our screens for Cloud to work it).

The whole talk of destiny and changing fate, though, probably left many fearing that the rest of the Final Fantasy VII Remake would be a very different beast from their childhoods. What with talk about alternate timelines and the possibility of time travel. As well as that last parting shot of Zack Fair. In fact, there are plenty of videos on YouTube that try to explain the ending.

Now, I profess, time travel has always sat ill with me. And Square-Enix has not always used it well. The first Bravely Default comes to mind as does Kingdom Hearts 3 and the time loops of Type-0. Or even what they tried to do with the Final Fantasy XIII franchise. All those retcons in FFXIII-2 made me wonder if it was all worth it. Lightning’s character development in the first game was all but forgotten and rehashed over Lightning Returns. Still, as this was mostly penned by the original writer (though people will still blame Nomura), I feel like much of the motivations and several story beats will remain the same. The settings will also not change and I am eager to see Cosmo Canyon, Nibelheim, Junon and so many other places.

In saying that, though, I’m not sure if Aerith will die. Or if she does, whether it will have the same shocking effect that it did in the original. Of course, by now, everyone and their mothers know what to expect and perhaps this was a way for Square Enix to keep players on their toes. What about Cloud falling into the Lifestream and Tifa trying to sort out his memories from the false persona he created? The slap fight between Tifa and Scarlet? My friend, Bleachpanda, just wants to see Professor Hojo surrounded by girls that are trying to flirt with him. Who knows. It might happen. Or it might not. Hence why so many are terrified at the direction of the new games.

The rest of the narrative, however, proved just as exciting with a few little additions along the way. Sephiroth appearing, though, in the second chapter threw me for a loop, even though I appreciated the foreshadowing. Chapter 4 was all devoted to learning and bonding more with the other members of Avalanche. I very much liked their expanded roles, although casting Gideon Emery as Biggs was a bit of a distraction as I could clearly hear his Balthier trying to break through, particularly in the earlier scenes. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Balthier. And Biggs is quite good looking himself.

This whole Midgar portion of the game also remained mostly faithful to the original Final Fantasy VII and its timeline. It also made things a little more realistic and showed fans of the original, more sides of the characters they had come to love. Also, I like that despite the love triangle being set up between Cloud, Tifa and Aerith, there was a strong sense of camaraderie among the girls. They lifted each other up rather than tear each other down. Even Jessie was trying to get in on the action with all the flirting she did. In fact, I just wanted to ship Aerith and Tifa for the long haul.

What I also thought cute was the little swear the left Aerith’s lips when the ladder fell and Cloud had to help lift her up. It was also comical to see Cloud try to pull his Buster Sword out when confronted by one of the other Sephiroth clones and having it catch on the door jam.

Barret, on the other hand, was a little preachy in the first few chapters. There can be no denying his love for Marlene, but it grated on me how much exposition he provided on the train ride back to Sector 7. Still, once we finally get into the meat of the games, I would love to see all their backstories, cry when appropriate and cheer for them when they finally emerge victorious.

I also liked many of the environmental story telling. Particularly in Chapter 2 and seeing the aftermath of what Avalanche’s actions had done. Granted, Heidegger and President Shinra had a hand in it, but it was clear that Jessie and many others were devastated by the damage they had wrought. It was also gut-wrenching to see the remains of Sector 7 after the plate fell. Reeve, in the form of Cait Sith, tried and failed to save the people and even though he was controlling an animatronic cat, you could still see his devastation.

Overall, I have to say that I enjoyed my time with Final Fantasy VII Remake. By the time the game ended, I felt a little bereft, wanting to see more of each character and really dive down deep into their psych. Just like before, Tifa is much more reticent and closed off. It warmed my heart that in Hojo’s lab, Aerith asked Tifa if she was okay. As someone who is also similarly guarded, it’s good to know that someone else cares. Red XIII was also a great addition in the last two chapters, though it was a shame we could not play as him.

The ending might have left a sour taste in the mouths of many, but I know that I, for one, am eager to see where the unknown journey takes us next and seeing old familiar faces. We still have Cid, Yuffie and Vincent to find! Also, Marlene is so cute and precious and must be protected at all costs.

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Eye to Eye || Lydia and Amnon

A Spirit and a Fae walk into a bar...

@exorciseyourspirit

“Thank you for this. I’ll keep you in mind next time I need arsenic based paint,” Lydia said, as the man in green stood up. She rather loathed to deal with people who did not share their name, but as an alchemist he knew how to obtain things she did not, and so this would have to do. Now he was finished, though, her gaze turned to the non humandancers on the stage in front of her. Here, few hid. A lampade danced with her top off and her antlers out. A werewolf’s teeth glinted in the blue lights as he negotiated with a customer. There were no meals here, but plenty of talent, and perhaps someone who was immune to her lips to spend the night with. She sipped at her martini as she watched, curiously.

Amnon was a creature of many vices. It’s how he’d become what he was-- this monstrosity of a spirit, full of rage and anger and power. The world he’d been born into hadn’t been ready for someone like him, and he’d left the world cursing them all with his hate. But having been without a physical form for so long, being in one now only made him smile. Especially in such a body so full of energy. It made him want to enjoy his many vices over and over and over again. Freakture comforts had been a place he’d frequented back when Rebecca’s body hadn’t been his, and he’d been more than happy to return. He’d been preoccupied for a while, but then someone else had caught his eye. In the corner, tucked away, talking to another more regular looking man. One of them was probably a spellcaster, the other-- as soon as her counterpart left, he saw them. The iridescent eyes. Now what could someone like this be up to? He just had to know. Moving gracefully through the crowd, he sat next to her. “All these people,” he said softly, “and I somehow find you the most enticing.”

“Oh?” Lydia turned her gaze to the newcomer, an ordinary looking woman with one, notable difference. His eyes were red. Her first thought went to the dangerous gaze of Mara, but this red was much plainer. It did not glow, they were simply as red as the heels of Lydia’s shoes. She looked the woman over curiously, with a critical eye. “That is a high compliment, considering the available entertainment. You’ve a rather intriguing appearance yourself. I had been considering whether to leave or not, but perhaps I’ll stay.”

“Well, you’re certainly the nicest to look at here,” Amnon said in Rebecca’s silky smooth voice, letting a smile curl onto her lips, eyes flitting around before resting back on the other woman. Her eyes intrigued him as well, as they sparkled softly under her lashes. “Tell me, is it the eyes? Because it’s the eyes for me, too,” he said, stirring his drink with the two little straws they stuck in them. He’d watched bartending evolve over the years, and the little straws had always been his favorite addition, aside from the tiny little toothpick swords they served olives on. “I’d prefer it if you stayed.”

The woman had a seductive quality to his features, as he glanced around the room, before turning his gaze back to Lydia. “Are they now?” As the lights shifted across her irises, so did the colour of them, glimmering. “It is the eyes. I’ve not seen eyes like yours before. I’d normally wear contacts over mine, but I needed a contact to identify me.” He was so interesting, as he spoke with that lily soft voice. “If I’m to stay, do I get to learn a name? My name is Lydia.”

“Yours are just as interesting, though I’m sure I’ve seen them somewhere before,” Amnon said, tilting his head as he watched the woman with wide eyes. “Lydia? That’s quite the name. Can’t say I’ve met any Lydia’s in my lifetime, and trust me,” he nodded, taking a pause to pick up his drink again, “I’ve been around a while.” He swilled the ice in his cup before taking a sip. “You can call me Tamar for now,” he said, before shifting the conversation. “A client, you say? Now, what kind of business aside from the obvious could someone have here?”

“Tamar for now,” Lydia replied, with an eyebrow raised, but acquiesced with a small nod, intrigue glittering in her eyes. “Hardly anything too exciting. Occasionally my work requires ingredients one cannot acquire elsewhere, and that dealer in particular has an unusual taste for meeting places. There are not many people anymore who produce arsenic paint. It was rather routine, but my evening seems to have improved from there. What brings someone like you to a place like this?”

He liked watching Lydia’s eyes. They reminded him of the iridescent sheen blood took on in moonlight. Amnon shifted, his focus solely on her now. “Your work? Oh, arsenic paint. Haven’t heard of anyone using that in at least a century. Are you the daring type or just the ‘don’t have to worry’ type?” He gave a chuckle, in Rebecca’s soft tone. “I’m glad I can help improve it. Me? Oh, just...indulging. It’s been awhile since I’ve been so...corporeal.”

“I do it safely, with protective equipment. I work in art restoration. Some painting are very literally demanding as to the materials I use,” Lydia replied. “This one spits goop at me when I use the wrong material. Understandably, it is something I’m hoping to avoid.” She laughed, but her eyes were piercing as she looked him over. “I see now. That body wasn’t originally yours, then?” A ghost, or perhaps a spirit. Now that was interesting.

“Oh,” Amnon said suddenly, “You’re the restorer. I remember talking to you online.” Interesting, he thought, that people could meet through such a service. My, how the world had changed. He brought his eyes up to meet Lydia’s, loving the way her gaze tried to pierce his. “It spits at you? My, can’t say I’ve ever encountered something like that.” He leaned back, hand tapping against his glass. She caught on quick. Rolling his lip between his teeth, he grinned. “You’re clever. No, it wasn’t. But it is now. And that’s what’s important, right?” He met Lydia’s gaze again. “So I showed you my cards, do I get to see yours?”

“Ah. That must make you the anthropologist. Although I suspect a being such as yourself is more concerned with other things.” Lydia replied, tilting her head. She hardly believed a spirit like this would concern itself with being a Professor. “Indeed. I’ve dealt with paintings of all natures and statuses, but I will definitely be glad to see this one go. It’s one thing dealing with demanding clients, altogether another if the painting has opinions.” She preened slightly under the compliment, and watched him bite his lip. Lydia was, in some way, very aware that this being was not the safest to be around. But then, neither was she. “You can see my cards in my eyes, but perhaps I’ll give you another clue.” Her glamour slid off her face a little, just enough to reveal the tips of her ears. “Leanan-Sidhe.”

“Oh, no,” Amnon said, “I’m no anthropologist, though I have watched a lot of their history develop myself.” He followed her head tilt with his own, watching her closely as she spoke. “Hmmm, sounds like a hoot. I’m sure someone would pay good money for it once you’re done.” He smiled as she responded to his gaze, straightening herself up. When her glamor slid, his eyes widened, taking in the little gift he was being given. “Ahhhh, yes,” he said, perking up himself, excitement in his eyes. “Oh, I’ve met a few of you in my lifetime. Or, lifetimes I suppose. I admire your work, and I don’t just mean the paint restoration. What would it be like to feed straight from a human’s essence?” he bristled with eagerness at the thought. Though his power came from the soul, and other souls, he’d always wondered what it would be like to feed directly from a human.

So he didn’t have complete control then, Lydia suspected, not that she was about to ask. “You must be ancient,” she commented with deep admiration in her voice as she leant forward. “Someone is paying good money for me to finish it. They want it in their museum, in good enough condition that it doesn’t threaten the guests. Once I learnt about this painting’s quirks, naturally my quote increased quite drastically.” She sipped from her martini, watching him with a proud smile. “Depends on the human. Some of them are dry as unflavoured chicken, some are like fine wine.”

“Ancient is one word for it. Let’s just say I was there before Rome and I’m still here after,” Amnon commented. He liked to flaunt his age. With age came power and knowledge over others only time could give. It wasn’t something taken lightly, and he knew that. He could see it in the eyes. “Though, to be fair, I was killed long before even the Etruscans came around. Being a spirit has it perks, but I do often find myself missing the corporeal world. Hence, the new look.” He gave a little wave to Rebecca. “You like? She was an exorcist who bit off more than she could chew.” He watched her drink, eyeing her sharply. “I’m almost curious enough to want to see this painting for myself. I wonder who would pay for such a thing. And if that’s true, then, what’s your favorite flavor of human? I know your kind feeds from the ah-- artistically inclined, right? So what do you prefer? Musician? Author? Illustrator?”

“Before even the etruscans? I cannot imagine the things you have seen, what you must know,” Lydia murmured, looking him over curiously. “I have no desire for immortality like that myself, but I would love to hear the stories you must have to tell.” At the mention of the exorcist, she felt herself grow more comfortable, and more bold despite herself. Her reverence lingered, but Lydia also sensed a kindred spirit of sorts. “Classic human. A couple evolutionary quirks and they deem themselves fit to be the moral arbiters of everyone and everything else. It sounds like she has gotten what she deserves.” Lydia chuckled. “Perhaps you should come see it sometime. Word smiths of all kinds, although I like to keep my portfolio variable, so that I can keep a balanced palate. What about yourself? Why this particular exorcist, as beautiful as she is?”

“Oh, the things I’ve seen, darling,” Amnon cooed, as if wistful. “Empires come and go, men rise and fall. Cities built and burnt down. History written before my eyes. By my hand, sometimes. I could go on.” He stirred his drink again before finishing it off. “Immortality isn’t for everyone, I understand that. I didn’t truly ask for this life, but I suppose dying with a curse on my tongue is what got me here. Not that I’m complaining anymore.” A smirk, lips curling, eyes shining. He liked this Lydia. He liked her a lot. It wasn’t often he found himself fond of anyone, but he knew there was something different about Lydia. Something he could connect to. The slow torture of humans, after all, was in her DNA. Whether she believed she loved her humans or not, that’s ultimately what it was. Torture. A form of torture he’d never be able to compare to. But he would try. He had, after all, an eternity. “She certainly got what was coming to her.” A chuckle to match. “Ah, yes, the wordsmith. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that humans always have something to say about everything. Good choice. I bet they taste delicious.” He leaned back again, arms relaxing. “Revenge, mostly. She ruined my last body and chased me down for years thinking she could best me. I obviously proved her wrong. But her connection to souls is what really drew me in. And the fact that she’s one of the only exorcists around that practices the right type of ritual to out my certain kind of spiritual existence. It’s like...a safety measure, if you will.”

“You must tell me about it, some time. Whatever you’d like to share. History is always so much better when it comes from someone who was there.” Lydia looked at his drink with a smile. “Do you want me to get you another?” She asked, finishing hers too. She grinned, resting her chin on her hand.”No, you are certainly enjoying it now.” She glanced around the club pointedly, with all the people and drink to enjoy here. “They sure do. They’re such tools. If they must talk, then why shouldn’t I take advantage? Especially considering how they taste.” She licked her lips at the thought, although she’d fed quite recently. “Revenge is entirely justifiable, especially if you can take out a threat at the same time. That’s fascinating. She suits you well.”

“I’d love to. I have so many tales to tell, it would be nice to tell them to someone interested,” Amnon agreed. “If you’re offering, how can I possibly say no?” It was clear they were both interested in each other, though he wondered just how deep her interest ran. “Oh, I certainly am. Time will do that, to you. Change your mind about things.” Though the one thing that had never changed for him was his lust for chaos in all forms. He doubted it ever would. “More power to you, Lydia. Anyone who can benefit from a foolish human’s hubris is at the top of my list.” He perked up at her compliment, smoothing Rebecca’s hands down her stomach to the tops of her legs. “You think so? I thought as much. I’ll give humans this, some of them really do know how to catch the eye.”

“That they do,” Lydia thought, giving Rebecca a look again. She was older than Lydia liked her humans, sure, but for one of that age, fine to look at. She stood up, leaning over the table to pick up Tamar’s drink. “Another of these, Tamar?” She asked, before walking to the bar. When she returned, two full glasses once more, she settled down with eyes glittering with newfound curiosity. This town, while decidedly cursed, was also the place that kept on giving. “So, how about one of those stories?”

#amnon #para #chatzy #wickedswriting

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lily-blue · 4 years

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characters: BTS & Red Velvet genre: thriller, futuristic au warning: death summary: The twelve most ambitious and promising university students are welcomed in Choego, the world’s first entirely artificial intelligence-driven city, to compete for five job contracts that could change their life. But what if something goes wrong? What if they get trapped? What if the city suddenly turns against them? Can they find a way out before the countdown reaches zero? words: 4,5K tagged: @philosopher-of-fandoms

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Walking in utter silence would have been eerie but the echo of their monoton steps were even more frightening. It dressed the med student’s arms in goosebumps regardless of the growing heat and her boyfriend’s obvious closeness. Ever since the group of decreased number of members had left the red room, ending up in another stinking tunel with massive, brick walls, concrete underneath their feet and flickering light above their heads, Namjoon stayed beside Wendy, his heart and mind seeking peace in her presence. It didn’t even occur to him that his always empathic girlfriend might have had second thoughts on this whole teamwork thing, that she was wary ever since Joohyun had been gone, that whatever she felt towards Taehyung who limped in front of Yerim and Jungkook, it was more intense, more spiteful than simple dislike. She hated him hence his mere existence pulled its toll on her mood.

She felt conflicted because a part of her - that was always looking for the good in people - had failed to take this much hatred in from one minute to another. In one moment, she found herself staring at the boy with suspicion in her eyes, waiting for him to make a mistake. A few seconds later, her brain immediately started to come up with some excuses as it tried to convince her that Joohyun had slipped because of her diabetes which was utterly ridiculous. Medically speaking, she had been healthy enough to walk this much in the dark without much trouble. Although, considering that the girl had tended to have mild panic attacks, maybe the darkness had indeed had an extremely negative effect on her body. She could have fallen because her limbs had been trembling or simply due to phantom anoxia. Yet, as she thought it through over and over again, the med student couldn’t help but look for flaws in Taehyung’s story.

Not that she could have accused him with murder in front of everyone. That would have been outright stupid on her part because she couldn’t be sure that any of them except for Namjoon would have agreed with her about the grumpy boy being the bad guy. Sure, he was extremely annoying and mostly a real pain in the ass but a murderer? That felt a bit too extreme to voice out loud even under the absurd circumstances they needed to bear with. People were freaking dying around them without any further assistance so why would have anyone taken a mental burden that heavy on purpose by killing one of their teammates? Shifting her gaze from the Marketing major to her remained allies, Wendy honestly doubted that any of them would have signed a contract willingly after this even if the company had offered them one in the first place. After all, it would have been truly careless of the researchers to open the gate of Choego for the public after everything that had happened with them during the last few hours. They wouldn’t have done such thing, right?

‘Is everything alright?’ her boyfriend’s worried question only registered in her mind after his second attempt when his words were followed by a light squeeze on her fingers. She hadn’t even noticed that Namjoon had been holding her hand until the tender pressure that he had applied on her skin.

For the first time since she had first met the boy - and that spring afternoon had already been history -, Wendy didn’t have a good enough answer so she just stared at him, eyes that were soaked in confusion boring deep into those warm, chocolate-like orbs. A rational part of her, that knew from first-hand experience that secrets had never done anything good, wanted to tell him everything. That she felt uneasy, that she wanted to be as far from the lilac haired guy as it was humanly possible because his self-obsessed attitude freaked her out and that she had this eerie feeling in her chest that somehow, in some way, Taehyung had had something to do with Joohyun’s accident. The clumsy confession was actually on the tip of her tongue, her throat feeling itchy due to the dissolving lump, when the boy let out a resigned sigh and shot an apologetic smile at her, squeezing her hand once again.

‘It was a stupid question. Sorry,’ he mumbled quietly and a tad bit ashamed as if he had been afraid that he might have made Wendy upset with his inconsiderate question. But he hadn’t. It was rather this whole day that had been long and tiring already without an end to be seen.

To ease her boyfriend’s worries, the med student leaned her head against the boy’s upper arm and grazed her nose along his bare skin underneath the short sleeve of his shirt. The couple kept walking towards the gate hand in hand, steps still a little uncertain as they tried to find comfort in each other’s presence. On one hand, the girl was grateful that she wasn’t alone in this living hell even if the situation wasn’t easier on them just because they were together. On the other hand, she wished she shouldn’t have had to worry about one more person, thinking of Seokjin who had bleeded out in front of his sister’s eyes. What good their bond had done to Yerim? It’d just left the poor soul more broken.

The Sun was blinding when Yoongi climbed up on the metal ladder and opened the trapdoor at the end of the tunnel but it was definitely nice to finally feel the warmth of its rays after all that wandering in the dark. As soon as her feet touched the ground above, Wendy took a look around, not quite believing that a park that beautiful and calming could really exist at a place like the monstrous city that threatened their lives. From the marble fountain on her right to the realistic, green grass, everything seemed astonishing as if it had been a piece of paradise. Only the melodic chirp of birds were missing. The unnatural silence sent an unpleasant shiver down Wendy’s spine.

Therefore the med student was actually relieved when she noticed the unmistaken sound of Namjoon’s growling stomach. It helped her focus on something other than the ethereal beauty of their teammates’ graveyard. Putting her hand atop the boy’s shoulder, she forced a smile onto her lips then turned towards Seulgi who was standing on the IT guy’s right. Like a child seeking protection, she hadn’t left Yoongi’s side ever since he had spoken up in her defence when Taehyung had been about to question her motives.

‘Are you one hundred percent sure, that we’re safe now?’ Wendy asked, gaining everyone’s attention with her straightforward question. Hah. It seemed that the accuracy of the voiceless girl’s knowledge might have been something that deep down each one of them was curious about after all.

However, old habits die hard as people said hence the desired answer remained unspoken when Seulgi bit into her lower lip, slowly, tentatively shifting her gaze from her dirty shoes to the boy whose icy gaze somehow seemed warmer than the cold and bleak world around them. When Yoongi nodded, his slim eyebrows sliding upwards in an encouraging manner, the girl took a deep breath and mimicked the movement of they boy’s head with a firm hum.

‘Yes. Until four, the 22th district is one of the safest places in the city,’ she said after a quick calculation, sticking strictly to the bare minimum regarding the shared information. It made the whole decision making process a matter of faith kind of twisted game but lack of any scientific or a simple but well-detailed explanation, Wendy chose to trust in her own medical knowledge. As far as it seemed, Seulgi had photographic memory which meant that she could have indeed remembered the map that she had seen beforehand. Considering that she was also an architecture major, the possibility that she was right about the district was relatively high. It made her their best chance to survive. If only they had paid attention to the signs a bit more. They could have realized that she had been more than a liability and then maybe a few of the dead would have been still alive. It was wishful thinking, she knew, but it still made the med student regret that she had been so careless.

‘Okay, it means that we have a few hours here before the main computer shuts down the electricity, right?’ Wendy asked, keeping her eyes on the IT guy while she was waiting for his confirmation. Out of all people, he seemed to understand the system that kept them inside the most. It made his words just as important as the girl’s who was anxiously nibbling on her lip with her fists in tiny, slightly trembling balls by her sides. When Yoongi nodded, Wendy let out a relieved sigh and clapped her hands. ‘Then we need to find something to eat,’ she stated before she rubbed her palms together.

Although her eagerness was soon interrupted by a mocking snort, coming from behind her boyfriend’s back. The irritating sound of Taehyung’s painfully slow clapping dressed her skin in goosebumps. She didn’t like the shit-eating grin on his face.

‘Fantastic idea! Why not throw a picnic in the middle of this lovely park, waiting for death to take us all?’ the Marketing major spoke up even though his malicious words didn’t have that much of an effect on the crowd this time as his stomach chose the worst moment possible to demand some food. The med student swallowed back a nasty laughter that was scratching her throat to find its way to the surface. This guy was truly ridiculous.

Namjoon put his palm on the girl’s shoulder and drew a few undecipherable patterns onto the soft skin in the crook of her neck, trying to calm her nerves down before she could have said something that she would have regretted right away. Like that time back in September when they had visited the boy’s parents for the holidays and she had made an impulsive comment on his mother’s fashion sense. She hadn’t been able to stop apologizing during dinner. It was a strange thing to see her that insecure and uncomposed again.

Taking a deep breath, the girl turned towards the others and tried her best to shut Taehyung’s unsatisfied mumbling out.

‘What’s your opinion on a lunch? I won’t force my idea on you but honestly, at this point, we can never know when will be the next time we need energy to run out of a building that tries to kill us all,’ she scratched her nape, an awkward giggle escaping her mouth. Her reasoning sounded so shameful and partly manipulative even though she was telling the truth. Even if they couldn’t think about eating after all those horrible things that had happened, medically speaking, their bodies needed some food to keep up with the energy loss that the constant fear, that they lived in, produced. Hence a lunch would have been in their favour, too.

‘I could eat,’ a small voice came from her left. It was Yerim whose willingness automatically forced Jungkook to agree with the idea, too. Though, his clumsy nod looked pretty uncertain as if he couldn’t have believed what he was doing.

Wendy waited patiently, her fingers tapping a familiar melody on Namjoon’s arm when after a few exchanged glances and reassuring words, both Yoongi and Seulgi gave in, joining the bigger part of their embattled team.

‘Any idea where to start looking for food? Are there any convenience stores nearby?’ she asked Seulgi, hoping that the researchers might have marked a few facilities on any of their maps that the Architecture major could have taken a glance at. It was hopelessly naive of her to think so highly of that certain piece of paper considering how little information they had received on their first day but hope was the only thing they had. And she didn’t intend to give up so easily.

‘There is a restaurant two corners from here,’ the answer slipped through Seulgi’s lips sooner than it had done last time although her voice was still fragile and whisper-like. She then lifted her arm and pointed at the direction that was opposite of the fountain’s and brushed a mop of hair behind her ear with her other hand when it fell back to her side. She didn’t say a word about those hungry architects who had talked about the fine taste of grilled samgyeopsal in the 22th district when she had taken the elevator to the meeting room on their first day, nor that they had been the ones who had created the structure of the building with the unique, needle-shaped roof that was visible from the spot where they stood.

‘Good,’ Yoongi said with a small nod, satisfied that they didn’t need to take an enormous detour. That would have been inconvenient and annoying considering that they had five hours left to get out of this killing machine. Having a lunch seemed so insignificant beside survival. ‘Then hurry up and eat something first but after that, we need to find the main computer,’ he stated, reminding each one of his teammates of their goal. Not that he would have assumed that they had suddenly forgotten what was at risk. He was sure that neither of them would have been able to erase their fallen mates’ faces from their heads.

When everyone gave him some signs of understanding, he turned towards Seulgi to ask one more extremely important question. He needed to know whether she had a guess about that, too or they would need more time to look for the building that hid the computer somewhere in this asylum.

‘Do you know where it is?’ Once the words fell off his lips, Yoongi and a few other around them, for example Jungkook, held back their breaths, the killing anticipation dancing on their nerves.

The sudden attention made the girl’s throat go dry but she mustered up her courage and held her chin up, looking straight into the IT guy’s cold eyes that now were glinting with curiosity and maybe with a pinch of hope. Unfortunately, the girl couldn’t give him the answer that he had wanted to hear.

‘If you’re right and it’s located in the last district then I know where to start searching,’ she admitted but she couldn’t have been one hundred percent sure because her instructions would have been based on the guy’s believes and not on certain facts. She knew how many districts Choego had. She also knew where they had built up the last. But if the main computer hadn’t been in the mentioned area’s main building then she was out of options. Even her knowledge had its limits.

Taehyung must have noticed the uncertainty in her voice because hearing upon her answer, he let out a snort-like chuckle that was heavy with malice.

‘Are you all idiots? You really want to enter another useless building just to eat when people can survive for weeks without food? The main computer should be our top priority!’ he said angrily, literally shouting at everyone yet no one in particular. His burning gaze slid from one person to another, desperately searching for someone who could have taken his side but with Joohyun being gone, he had nobody. It made the corner of his mouth twitch in annoyance.

Wendy shook her head, disappointed but not at all surprised. Honestly, it was obvious that their mental well-being for example didn’t even occur to him when he complained about the change in their plans. He didn’t dwell on Yerim’s unhealthy coping mechanism and that huge amount of grief she had needed to be pushed aside to not become a dead weight. But anyone who paid attention could have noticed the compulsive twitches of her fingers and the uneasy drumming of her feet whenever she stopped walking. She was on the verge of another massive mental breakdown and Taehyung didn’t give a damn about her state.

‘We need a little time to take a breath, you asshole. But if you’re so clever then go and find the main computer on your own. As I said, I won’t force my idea on anyone including you,’ she said aggressively, spitting the words through her gritted teeth. She had enough. She truly couldn’t and didn’t intend to tolerate the Marketing major’s comments an ephemeral moment longer. Damn it. How could someone be such a jerk all the time, rubbing her on the wrong side so frequently as if it had been his newest hobby?

‘So much about teamwork,’ he retorted and rolled his eyes, earning a few deadly glances with his hypocritical attitude. If Namjoon hadn’t held his fuming girlfriend back, taking her balled up fist in his hand, Wendy would have punched Taehyung in the face without doubt or shame. Even though she preferred to think of herself as someone who gave a helping hand to anyone regardless of their gender, age, race or financial background, for the first time in her life, she wanted to take the phrase “beat some sense into someone” quite literally.

When Namjoon pulled Wendy towards the rest of the group, they started walking in the said direction in silence, only the loud growls of their stomachs filling the air beside the tension. This time, there wasn’t a single soul who stayed behind on purpose, keeping Taehyung’s pace steady with lifting a bit of weight off his swollen ankle. With every minute, the distance between him and the rest of the team grew bigger.

The restaurant was built of coloured metal and tinted glass. It looked like an upside down blooming cherry tree even from up close but once they crossed its threshold, it was empty, bleak and artificial from the inside. On the left, there was a corridor with a changing room for the staff and four toilets, one for each gender, one for the employees and one for the disabled. The reception desk was on the right and across the entrance, the double door of the kitchen. The grey smoke exhausters that hung from the ceiling looked eerie without customers leaning over the sizzling meat in the middle of the tables.

Lack of a better idea, the group of six headed to the kitchen and decided to make something easy but delicious from the basic ingredients that they found in the enormous fridge and those four useful wall cabinets that contained food. Under Namjoon’s guidance, they divided into three smaller groups, working on the chicken, the noodle and the vegetables separately. As the yummy smell of the boiling soup started to fill the air, their mood got better as well, even though the shadow of their dead teammates still followed them everywhere. But at least, they were talking and didn’t let the frustrating silence choke them anymore.

‘Look at you! I didn’t even know that you can cook,’ Wendy spoke up teasingly when her boyfriend seasoned the meal with salt and soy sauce. Most of the time, it was the girl who prepared the food in their household and when she was too tired to do so, they ordered pizza, jjajangmyeon or a box of fried chicken with beer. She wondered what else she didn’t know about the boy. Was he good at cleaning in secret as well? That would have been amazing. ‘Do we have to experience life or death situations for you to cook something delicious for me?’ she went on, brushing her shoulder against his upper arm playfully. ‘You should have told me in advance and then I might have jumped off a bridge or something so that…’

But she couldn’t finish the joke because it touched a sore spot and Namjoon cut her sentence off midway with an unsatisfied snort. He turned towards the girl with a stern look on his face and shook his head. It was a relatively slow movement but the disappointment that it held in itself was big. The whole kitchen fell silent because of it.

‘Could you stop it already? You’re not funny,’ he spoke up and it might have been easy to say something in return if he had shouted in her face. But Namjoon’s voice was calm and quiet, a little bit desperate maybe. He was overwhelmed, it was obvious by the way he looked at her, begging for her understanding with tear-like stars in his eyes. Of course. How could have she not thought about it earlier? He was just as worried about her as she was about him. Hence it was extremely rude and inconsiderate of her to talk about her own death so lightly. Even if she had meant it as a joke.

‘I…’

‘I need some air,’ Namjoon claimed as he ran his trembling fingers through his messy, peach locks and stormed out of the room. His sudden absence sucked the temporary good mood out of the air and left everyone with nothing but the suffocating awkwardness. No one dared to look at Wendy who cut the spring onions into small pieces in quiet before she added them to the soup.

When the knife slid out of her shaking hand and it collided with the kitchen counter, she took a deep breath and looked at the others. There were tears brimming in the corner of her eyes when she spoke up.

‘I’ll go and find him,’ she said and not waiting for any kind of response, she wiped her hands into a kitchen cloth and walked out of the door.

Since Namjoon had talked about fresh air, she assumed that he was on his way back to the park where they had gotten to the surface therefore she didn’t waste her time to look around in the restaurant properly but rather rushed towards the exit on the other side of the building. Eyes strictly kept on the rose tinted glass, the firm chest that bumped into her shoulder less than a metre from the door almost kicked her off her feet. She needed to hold onto the first stable thing that she could reach which happened to be the body that had invaded her personal space.

‘Are you blind? Get out of my way!’ Taehyung, who came from the bathrooms’ direction, spat through gritted teeth as he grabbed the girl’s wrist and peeled Wendy’s hand off his tee with more force than it would have been necessary. His fingertips left ugly, red patches on the med student’s alabaster skin.

The boy didn’t intend to pay special attention to the tiny girl who barely reached his lips with the top of her head but when he turned his back on Wendy to walk into the kitchen instead of apologizing, his nonchalant attitude triggered something in the redhead. She looked down on her slightly bruised wrist and clenched her lips, unable to swallow down her spiteful words. Without her boyfriend constantly being there for her to calm her down, she couldn’t tolerate the insolent guy’s disrespectful and insensitive behaviour any further. The way he had pushed her away and had told her off was unacceptable.

‘Or what? Will you get rid of me too?’ so she asked, hoping that she would be able to force him out of his comfort zone. She wanted to see his true nature, the one that might have been able to betray the only person who had been foolish enough to trust him. She wanted to know whether she was right about him or rather delusional, her judgement being clouded by hatred and the endless fear that rested upon her chest. She needed answers to put her mind at ease before she would have gone crazy due to all those conspiracy theories that circulated in her mind. She needed to know whether Taehyung was a cold-blooded murderer or just a boy with an especially unbearable attitude.

As the boy’s steps came to a halt, his shoulders tensed up after he took a few ragged breaths. He could feel his fingers twitch in anticipation and he didn’t like the reaction that his body had performed. He knew that the slightest mistake could have given his crime away and then the redhead would have destroyed everything he had been fighting for with her eagerness to reveal the truth. She had been such a pain in the boy’s ass ever since they had left the tunnel behind. As if the fresh air had fucked up her mind.

‘I don’t know what you are talking about but I don’t like the suggesting tone of your voice, ginger head,’ Taehyung said with a raised eyebrow when he turned back towards the girl and made the distance between their bodies disappear. By the time the last word fell from his lips, he towered over Wendy, pushing the girl closer to the wall without laying a single finger on her strained body. It would have been a lie to say that he didn’t feel satisfaction rushing over his veins when he noticed the slight tremble of the med student’s long lashes when she looked up at him after a forced gulp.

‘Do you really think, any of us believed that Joohyun fell off the bridge just like that? I might not have any evidence just yet but I will find a way to make you pay for it once we’re out,’ she said pseudo-confidently, making the Marketing major laugh at her pathetic attempt of a threat. Although, once the morbid sound of his chuckle died, Taehyung had to admit that the girl had guts. If he had been in her shoes, he would have never gone against someone as ruthless as he was with nothing but a wild guess up in her sleeves. She would have needed at least a dozen of aces to beat him in his own game.

‘Oh, really? I want to see you try,’ he said with one of his characteristic, shit-eating grins before he took another step forwards, forcing the girl to take one back.

Wendy’s heels collided with the threshold of the restaurant’s entrance although she managed to keep her balance. She steeled her heart and shot a cold smile at the boy in return, holding his burning gaze.

‘I cannot wait to see you behind those bars. They say, people like you get beaten up at least three times a week,’ she said with her chin held up high and she even let out a mocking giggle to show the boy that she wasn’t a fragile little girl whom he could have scared. ‘Oh, and you should avoid the shower when others are there, too. You can never know…’

Wendy couldn’t finish the sentence as her last words froze onto the tip of her tongue at the moment, Taehyung grabbed her hair and smashed her head against the door frame. The metal turned ruby red where her temple had touched it and so as the floor where her lifeless body had landed once the boy let go of her messy locks.

People rushed out of the kitchen to check what had been the noise that they had heard and the culprit was smiling, hiding behind the bathroom’s door when the boy with the coldest eyes stated that even though she was still warm under his touch, Wendy had died.

➼ XI. chapter

#code zero #bts scenarios #red velvet scenarios #ssbyme #thriller #futuristic au #okay this one was intense wasn't it?#i have to admit that even though taehyung is one of my favourite characters in this story this was like... omg #i like when i can write about debates #and wendy was such a good character to call him out on what happened #poor her though #and poor namjoon #also seulgi and yoongi ship is sailing #are they have a ship name?#please someone tell me

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