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junowritings · 3 years

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Hello there mighty one!

May I request the bois reacting to fem!reader carrying tyem 'princess' style?

Reader looks week, skinny she looks like they don't have that much muscles. (Ironically they radiate big_D energy). She carries them like they don't weight that much. (+ Bonus points if reader acts like it's a normal thing!)

Be it a bet or one of the boys got injured or something else but reader ends up carrying them. That's literally it lol

Thank you ahead! ❤️💓

OH MAN THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY! I had so much fun with this and I really hope that it was well worth the wait thank you so much for requesting!

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Riddle

♡ Honestly, you get a serious kick out of surprising people with your strength. Everyone always underestimates you, thinking that you’re too scrawny to pick up a chair much less even try picking up a person. You always protest about it, but unless someone actually wants you to show off just how strong you are you rarely get the chance to show off just how strong you are. Your fellow students would lose it if they found out just how easy it was to get swept off of their feet - you yanked Ace up into your arms once when he made the mistake of teasing you about it, giving him a little hoist into the air for good measure and cracking up at the shocked wheeze he let out at how easily you lifted him. Needless to say you’re pretty strong even if you don’t look it.

♡ You’d been lying if you said you hadn’t at least been a tiny bit tempted to carry Riddle around if only to see how he reacts - just thinking about the priceless look on his face was an amusing thought, but it remained as thoughts because as funny as it would be you value the life of yourself and your fellow classmates over the idea. It just so happens that thanks to a certain series of events, you actually get the chance to see the scenario play out in real life, surprisingly through no fault of your own.

♡ There’s certain times of the day where the crowds of students around Night Raven College swell and dissipate depending on where you are. In the middle of the day the rush is arguably the worst to anyone hoping not to get lost within a swarm of students bustling from their classrooms. It’s the period right before lunch actually starts, and whilst you should technically be in class right now, you’d all gotten enough done that you were allowed out a few minutes earlier than usual. Frankly you were more than happy for the extra minutes - it meant a few precious moments where you could tear through the hallways and get to the cafeteria to nab a snack before the main crowds started clogging up the exits as they did everytime the lunch period rolls in.

♡ You’re humming around a mouthful of the sweet treat you’d snagged from the days menu when you cross paths with Riddle, and though he doesn’t look too chuffed about you eating food outside of the appropriate dining hall he doesn’t call you out on it. You two fall into stride retreating down the hallway from where you’d first entered; it seems that you’re both heading towards the same area and you don’t mind the company so it suits you just fine to spend a little time with the dorm leader before going your respective ways for the next class. The peace doesn’t last for very long - soon enough the rest of the classes are being let out, and you’re suddenly reminded of why you were rushing to get away from the dining hall in the first place.

♡ All you see is the dinner rush crowd making a mad dash to the cafeteria and you act without thinking. You just know that Riddle would step in to enforce at least some kind of order to the pandemonium, but even if he could scare the crowd into stopping they’re still going to barge right over the two of you at this rate, and you’d rather avoid having the ghosts scraping either one of you off of the hallway floor. You’d much rather suffer through getting reamed out by Riddle for the stunt you’re about to pull than getting trampled by a stampede of students with no sense of personal space. When you mutter a quick “sorry!” Riddle gives you a confused look, which turns baffled when you toss your snack for him to catch in order to free up your hands (he catches it, thankfully - you don’t wanna make the journey back to buy a new one.)

♡ It’s a swift motion - all Riddle feels is your hands grabbing hold of him and suddenly the world is spinning and he finds himself pulled right up into your arms as you race back the way you’d come. His shout falls deaf on your ears in favor of the curses you’re chanting under your breath as you run, shifting the dorm leader around in your arms till you find a good enough position that he’s not going to fall out of your hold as you pick up your pace.

♡ You’re fast, and strong enough that carrying Riddle is no chore at all - you could probably do this under normal circumstances with no problem, not that you’d probably get the chance to after this. That little fact can be stewed over later, you decide, instead focusing on finding a place to get out of the way of the crowds. It isn’t long before you find an open classroom, and no sooner have you skidded through the doorway do you watch the student horde race past, completely oblivious to the pair of you. You let out a breathy laugh, more than a little relieved as you lean up against the doorframe and finally cast your gaze down to the boy in your arms.

♡ Yep, you were right about the priceless expression.

♡ Okay, so maybe the sudden grab and dash had left the dorm leader looking a little more...disheveled than usual, if the popped collar and skewed strands of hair from where his head had been pressed against your chest are any indication. You’re guessing that he’s still reeling from the fact that you’ve hoisted him up and carried him away like a princess as though he weighs nothing, because he doesn’t immediately start chewing you out about your little escape. His face is beginning to flush though, reaching the midpoint between pink and that signature red that’s close enough to match his hair; you certainly don’t make things any better when you move him around in your arms again, lifting him up a little more as your head ducks down.

♡ Riddle bristles, stuttering whatever planned retort he’d had only to freeze when he realizes you’re leaning towards the snack he’s managed to hold onto as you’d run. Your teeth snag its corner and you let out a triumphant “ha!” that’s muffled as you ease back up to finish off your self-proclaimed reward. It’s at that moment a soft cough turns both of your attention to the rest of the classroom, where several loitering students give the pair of you curious looks at the display. That finally kicks things back into gear, and you narrowly avoid dropping Riddle with how hard he wriggles out of your grip, working quickly to act as though the whole thing never happened which earns him an amused snort as you resolve to finish off your snack whilst he fixes his collar.

Leona

♡ Food has become a very effective bargaining chip when it comes to bets with your fellow students. You’re pretty sure placing monetary bets would get you in trouble if you were caught by one of the staff (especially Crewel, you don’t think anyone can handle his punishments more than once), and with all the maintenance going into your dorm betting money just isn’t an option you’re interested in. Food on the other hand is always in the ballpark, and with the limited edition dishes that pop onto the cafeteria menu throughout the year, alongside some of the phenomenal cooks amongst the student body, there’s no shortage of food bribes to use as a motive to get things done.

♡ Your strength has come into play on more than one occasion, because it either leads to people trying to call a bluff and wanting you to prove yourself, or they wanna see just how strong you are. You certainly don’t mind thanks to the little rewards your feats manage to net you, plus it makes for an interesting point of conversation when you’re bored. It’s boredom that leads to the following conversation with Cater during break - being outside the only real entertainment is walking around, talking to other students that cross your path, or just lounging around till the break’s over.

♡ You’d been walking around with Cater for a while before the appeal of watching the scenery faded and you elected to find some place to sit. You’re leaning against his shoulder watching him text and swipe through his pictures to pass the time; soon enough an image of you shows up and you snort at the picture of you holding up Deuce by his legs. It was taken a while ago, and the telltale shit eating grin on your face is a testament of how amusing the whole situation had been; seeing it now sparks up the same conversation you’d had at the time - can you really pick up anyone with no problem?

♡ Eager to jump at the opportunity for entertainment, the two of you turn your eyes across the field, where Cater takes to pointing people out. Epel? Easy, but wouldn’t be too happy about it. Kalim? You’ve done it before and it went pretty well minus the fact that his enthusiasm made him damn near slip out of your arms. You answer yes to most of the people he points out to you, until his gaze lands on someone lounging under the treeline and he points them out to you. Following his line of sight, you catch sight of Leona and the two of you share a look as you huff and say that yeah, of course you could pick that big lug up!

♡ Cater asking you to actually prove it wasn’t what you expected, and you give him a doubtful glance trying to gauge if he’s joking or not. Turns out he’s not, and at your hesitation he offers a bribe to convince you, and at the mention of one of Trey’s signature tarts you visibly perk up. He doesn’t even have to pull out the treat from his bag before you’re up onto your feet and jogging right over to the treeline, shooting him a confident grin over your shoulder as you approach the sleeping lion.

♡ To be honest, you probably would have tried this at some point anyway, but Trey’s tarts are a hell of an incentive to do it right now, and it’s the driving force that steels your resolve as you approach him. You know that he notices you - you’re not exactly quiet, and while he doesn’t open his eyes or turn to look at you his ears twitch in your direction at the sound of your footfalls coming towards him. It’s only when you squat down beside him that he cracks an eye open and lets out an inquisitive grumble asking you what you’re doing.

♡ You only tell him not to worry, but that just makes him more wary given that every time you’ve said that before it’s definitely cause for concern. You end up proving him right to be wary when you shuffle close enough to actually touch him and slot your hands under his back, promptly hefting him up from his once comfortable spot beneath the shade and into your arms.

♡ Leona jolts in response and you narrowly avoid an elbow to the ribs at how he squirms about at the sudden position change; his ears are pressed flat against his head and he squares you with a scathing look as he orders you to put him back down, calling you a brat for good measure. You only huff at the dorm leader and strengthen your hold on him, making sure to keep one hand safely cradling his back as you spin around to show Cater your latest catch. There’s no missing the amusement in Cater’s face as he makes a poor attempt to hide his snicker with one hand as he holds up his phone to snap a picture commemorating the moment.

♡ Seeing the camera you flash a smile and a thumbs up with some careful maneuvering of the man in your arms, quickly returning your hands back to him when he hisses and shifts again. It’s probably not the wisest idea to hold onto him for very long, and you can tell Leona’s none too pleased by suddenly being picked up from the spot he was comfortable in, so you don’t keep him up for very long before you amble back over to the trees, setting him down as gently as you can without accidentally pulling in his tail as you pull away. This time his elbow makes a solid hit against your hip on the way down and you end up dropping him the rest of the way, keeling over with a pained wheeze as the pair of you topple none too gracefully to the ground, devolving into complaints and groans at the turn of events.

Azul

♡ It’s not entirely unheard of for Azul to stay behind in some of the classrooms once classes have concluded. Whilst the Monstro lounge is the ideal location to get things done, sometimes the patrons get too rambunctious for his liking and he prefers a little bit of peace and quiet while he works on the day’s schoolwork. The classrooms are perfect for this as most students are all too eager to filter out and go about their own business, leaving the rooms empty for people to mill in and out of as they please.

♡ He works uninterrupted for the most part, only pulling his attention away from the papers spread out across his desk to look towards the door, hearing the chatter of passing students outside though they only last a brief moment before their voices filter off and disappear as they move away from the classroom. These momentary distractions come and go so the school work is almost completely finished by the time any notable interruptions actually come this way. Unfortunately when they do it almost immediately stops him in his tracks; there’s a slam on the wall leading out to the hallway, and Azul jolts in his seat as he hears something slide up the wall getting higher and higher before it’s finally revealed.

♡ Azul watches Floyd’s head poke up from one of the overhead windows, and that’s enough to get him to pause mid writing as the pair lock eyes. Now, the Leech twins are tall, taller than most of the students in Octavinelle, but there’s no way that he should be visible so it's reasonable to assume that he couldn’t manage the height without the help of a step-ladder. That step-ladder theory goes out of the window when Floyd’s head drifts over to the far side of the window, and the Leech twin flashes his dorm leader a toothy grin and a wave for good measure as he drifts backwards and forwards in a way that looks...off.

♡ It’s bizarre, but not the weirdest thing that Azul’s seen Floyd do so whilst he does marvel at the sight for a moment or two he tries to return back to his work - tries being the key word here. Floyd makes an effort to peer through the glass, calling down to someone as he leans closer towards the window. That leads to the twin nearly slamming his head into the glass and a hand flies up to stop the would-be injury as he looks down out of the window's line of sight.

♡Floyd’s stance totters and momentarily his head ducks out of view as though he’s dropped. That’s enough to get the dorm leader to his feet to finally investigate, and he rises from his desk and works his way over to the door, letting out a sigh as he slides open the door and prepares himself for whatever trouble is going to be on the other side. Sure enough Floyd’s leaning up against the wall, greeting Azul when he steps out into the doorway. Floyd’s not the only one there though - there’s a few miscellaneous students milling around the Octavinelle students, but the main point of interest is the person standing right below Floyd, arms wrapped around his knees and keeping him up in the air as they twirl around to face Azul without even a tremble in their grip.

♡ The grin you offer him is similar to Floyds, brimming with amusement as you move your grip to offer a wave, shifting your weight around so as to not drop the boy in your arms as you do so. The raised brow and inquisitive look only makes you grin wider before a tap on your shoulder brings your attention back to the person you’re holding. Azul watches Floyd motion for you to lower him which you do without issue, and once you do the younger Leech twin leans down to whisper something in your ear. He doesn’t catch what he’s saying, but when two pairs of eyes suddenly square him with a scheming look he knows all too well he takes a cautionary step backwards, folding his arms across his chest.

♡ You drop Floyd the rest of the way and turn your sights on Azul, beginning to approach him with open arms and a deceptively warm smile as you call out his name. Now he knows that you’re up to something, and moves to take another step away when you suddenly dart to close the distance and pull him towards you. There’s no hesitation in the way that you quite literally sweep the dorm leader off of his feet, tucking him close to your chest as your arms move to rest along his back and the crook of his knees - you’re carrying him like a princess, and from the wide grin on your face this was clearly the impromptu plan you’d been given by that mischievous twin.

♡ Azul splutters, completely speechless at how effortlessly you’re able to sweep him off of the floor and into your arms, and he becomes acutely aware of just how many eyes are on him as you cradle him to your body making sure that he doesn’t fall. Your strength is no joke, and you make a small show of it by twirling around, catching his hat in the process when the action causes it to topple off of his head and placing it neatly back on his head by the time you come to a stop. For a second you could almost say he looks pleasantly amused beyond the initial surprise, which only makes it all the more entertaining for you.

♡ But then Floyd steps forward and goes to take him from your arms and Azul’s desperately patting you until you finally relent your grip and allow him to stand back onto his feet. You and Floyd share a conspiratory giggle as you watch Azul straighten his outfit back out and step out of the reach of the both of you, giving the pair of you a wide berth in case you decide to try sweeping him off of his feet again.

Kalim

♡ Your strength makes you perfect for doing heavy lifting tasks when the time calls for it. Moving things from one place to another has been the jobs left for the more physically strong students, so despite your otherwise unassuming appearance you’re usually the first person people come to when there’s any kind of heavy lifting to be done. You’ve been a huge help at events as a result, and more often than not the other students leave the cleanup to you, confident in your abilities to get things back to where they need to go.

♡ This particular cleanup task had taken quite a while, but with some diligent work and a couple snack breaks you and your friends had narrowed down the leftover mess, packing what could fit into the boxes provided so that they’d be easier to transport. When the inevitable question of which people were going to take what came up you were quick to step in, offering that it’d be no problem at all for you to handle this yourself - it was late anyways, so you’re sure everyone was eager to get back to their rooms for the night. It took a little convincing, but soon enough you’re left alone with the necessary keys and wishes for good luck with the work.

♡ You’d planned to take care of this task by yourself, reasoning that two or three trips should get the job done. You’d actually finished the first trip and was making your way out with the last couple of boxes when you cross paths with Kalim, who upon recognizing your face peeking out from behind the impromptu cardboard tower all but jumps in to help. Any protests fall on deaf ears, as once Kalim’s decided on something like helping you out he’s not gonna stop until it’s done.

♡ Before long he’s taken about a third of the boxes off of your hands (he tried to bargain for more but you were set on carrying the heavier stuff) and the pair of you are off to get them off to the right destination. Kalim fills the silence with conversation as he leads the way, which given the fact you’re the one who actually knows where storage is, ends up with you having to tug him in the right direction more than once before he charges down a wrong corridor. Despite that though the two of you make good progress, and you end up getting there faster than the initial first trip, and within a few minutes you’re nearing the storage room, albeit from a different direction than last time.

♡ You’re shifting about the boxes in your arms to fish through your pocket for the storage room keys with your free hand when you realize you’re getting close. Kalim skips ahead of you as you rummage for the keys, giving you an easygoing smile over his shoulder urging you to catch up. You feign a sigh of exasperation but move to pick up your pace which only prompts Kalim to charge on ahead aiming to get to the door first, still with that easy-going smile.

♡ That smile disappears in an instant however, as when you next blink, Kalim disappears from your field of vision and your heart drops at the sound of something scattering across the floor. Ditching your effort to find the keys, you race to catch up, stopping just short at the top of the stairs and looking down to where Kalim’s sat at the bottom, shaking off the dizziness from the fall. It’s fortunately only a few steps but you still rush to close the distance, hastily placing your bags onto the floor as you kneel down beside the dorm leader to check if he’s alright.

♡ Upon seeing your concern Kalim grins and makes a point to tell you that he’s fine, hoping to ease your worries. This time the sigh you let out is one of relief and you rise back to your feet, offering out your hand to pull him up with a playful jab to watch where he’s going next time. Kalim laughs and takes your hand, but the moment he gets to his feet he yelps and leans to one side, easing up off of one foot. He must have hurt it in the fall and your expression drops watching his smile falter, brows creasing in clear discomfort.

♡ Kalim’s still reassuring you he’s fine despite the fact that he’s visibly doing his best to put as little weight on his one foot as possible. You aren’t convinced in the slightest, and after a few seconds of him talking you’ve had enough; he doesn’t notice you nodding to yourself as you roll up your sleeves, but he does catch your mutter of “Don’t worry - I’ve got this.” as you step forward and place a hand on his back.

♡ You move carefully so as to not agitate the leg more than you have to, tucking your free hand under his knees and easing him off of his feet until you’re carrying his full weight, keeping him upright like it’s nothing at all. Kalim, for what it’s worth, is captivated by the strength, but he’s more focused on asking if you’re really okay with carrying him - he’s fine, he swears! (he’s not). Paying no heed to that, you nudge the boxes over to the side of the hallway with your legs, leaving them in a messy but contained pile to avoid anyone tripping on them while you’re gone. They can be sorted later, is your excuse as you start walking - he’s going straight to the infirmary, and then back to his dorm, the boxes can wait a little longer.

♡ He squirms a bit, but that’s only so that he can wrap his arms around your neck, bringing his head close to your shoulder. Kalim knows that he’s not gonna convince you otherwise, so why not enjoy the ride while it lasts? Besides, it’s nice to feel weightless sometimes! And he’s so sincere when he gushes about how strong you are that you can’t help but preen under the compliments, boasting a little about how you’ll have to properly show off just how strong you are. Some other time though, because as nice as pleasant as it is carrying the dorm leader around, you can do that just as easily once he’s been seen by the school nurse.

Vil

♡ You may not look like you’re that strong but looks can be deceiving. You’re more built than a lot of people realize - sure, it may not look like that to others, but these uniforms do a damn better job of hiding your strength than one might think. Friends and those who have seen it for themselves know that you’re strong, and Vil is one of them; you make no show of hiding that fact, because why would you? It’s something you’re proud of, and you use it to your advantage whenever the chance calls for it, and Vil’s not one to stop you from doing so.

♡ You also don’t shy away from challenges either, if anything they’re one of your weaknesses. Confident in your strength, any time someone questions it you’re eager to jump right in and prove them otherwise. Usually they’re arguments you’ve heard a hundred times before, the same old story as far as you’re concerned, that doesn’t mean the comments don’t tick you off though. Scrawny scrapper this, all bark and no bite that, it gets on your nerves that just because you don’t look that strong they immediately assume that you’re just weak.

♡ It’s a sore topic, and as such Vil can usually pinpoint the trouble that brews as a result of such challenges because of the way you react to such jeers. He’s attempted to ease your anger about it in the past, or at least told you to go easy on said challengers lest you get sent to Crewel’s office again, and for what it’s worth you’ve made fair progress in brushing off most comments.

♡ This time it appears that brushing them off isn’t quite so easy. Your voice can be heard even before you storm into the main hall accompanied by another student, and your planned curse filters off into a hiss to just leave it when you catch sight of Vil out of the corner of your eye. The student however doesn’t let up, and the dorm head soon catches wind of what this is about when he hears “Strong? Seriously? Pff, do you even have any muscles?” Vil can see the way your lip curls back into a snarl, and he turns his full attention to the scene just waiting for the inevitable show of strength you’re about to pull off. You do this every time without fail, and it’s only proven when you snap.

♡ “Oh yeah? Well, do you think someone without muscles can do this?” Vil’s halfway through taking stock of all of the items not bolted to the floor when you spin around and stride over to him, the confident shout of “Vil!” being one of the few warnings that he gets before you’re standing before him and wrapping your arms around him. It’s quick and smoother than he thought it’d be, and were this not the first time you’ve attempted this trick on him Vil could swear you’ve practised this before. Granted, you stumble a little near the end, but that’s more so because you overestimated the swoop of pulling him up into your arms and knocked your hip into a table in the process. Besides that it’s an otherwise practised landing, and suddenly Vil finds himself swept up into a bridal carry by a pair of surprisingly firm arms.

♡ You spin back around, triumphant grin on your face as you heft Vil up even higher, like a child proudly showing off their prize to anyone watching. True, you’re strong, and there’s not a moment that Vil feels like he’s going to fall out of your arms when you’re holding him, but the lack of warning and the abruptness of being hoisted up as though he weighs nothing more than a bag of feathers makes for a jarring situation. Your shout of “Ha! Believe me now?” doesn’t make the situation much better, and Vil has to rub his temples to stop the incoming stress lines at the amount of eyes you’ve drawn to your little display in the process of your shouting.

♡ Whatever challenge had been posed seems to have been sated by your show of strength, as the student throws up their hands in a mock-surrender as they concede, shrugging off the surprise that Vil can see clear as day on their faces. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to be so brazen about showing off, but you’ve never been one to clam up when there’s a point to be made.

♡ Satisfied, you let out a huff and drop down onto one of the nearby chairs, shaking your head as you grumble “Can you believe that guy? Teach him not to doubt me next time.” It seems you’ve neglected to remember exactly who you picked up, and Vil’s swift to remind you with a soft cough to direct your attention back towards him. You look down at the dorm leader still firmly settled in your arms, lips pursing as you exhale a breath to mask your obvious realization upon meeting eyes with him.

♡ Muttering an apology, you gradually release your grip, giving him ample time to rise back to his feet and you let out a nervous chuckle when he folds his arms across his chest and gives you a stern gaze. Thankfully you’re let off with a chide of giving someone a warning the next time you decide to pick them up, but he doesn’t miss your grin as you parrot back “Next time?”

Idia

♡ Idia had gotten hurt. Those are the only words you needed to hear before you dropped everything and raced over to his bedroom, already thinking of the worst case scenarios. I mean, for a guy who spends the majority of time in his room there’s only so many ways he can get hurt, and none of them are a pleasing thought so you do your best to quash the thoughts till you actually get there to see him for yourself.

♡ When you first step inside his room nothing’s out of the ordinary, as far as you’re aware nothing’s been destroyed and besides the usual controlled chaos everything seems to have been moved out of place. Idia’s even sat at his computer chair which isn’t an unusual sight, though as you get closer you realize he’s got one of his legs pulled up against his chest, hands cradling his foot with a sour expression that morphs into discomfort each time he makes a move to roll the appendage to one side. That sour look doesn’t dissipate when he notices you, but he does jump a bit when you announce your presence by rounding the chair and leaning onto the one arm, leaning down as you ask what happened.

♡ You’ve gathered that he’s hurt his foot, you just don’t know how and as he hunches over even more in his chair you perk up, noting his reluctance. He doesn’t tell you, not at first, but with a bit of prodding he eventually caves that maybe he kind of accidentally got his feet tangled up in the wires under his gaming desk and got yanked right out of his chair when he’d finally pushed himself away from his computer. He hadn’t thought anything of it (besides the obvious embarrassment of getting tripped up in the first place) but the moment he’d tried to stand up it was clear that something had rolled the wrong way, which is precisely what led to him huddled up in his chair glaring daggers at the injured foot as though that’s going to magically fix the injury sustained.

♡ Admittedly, the image of the whole scenario would have made you laugh, but for the sake of your friend (and the fact that he glowers at you when your lip trembles trying to fight back a chuckle) you don’t, instead giving the simmering dorm leader a comforting pat on the shoulder reassuring him that he’ll be fine. Chances are it’s just sore from landing the wrong way - you’ll know for sure once he gets seen by the nurse.

♡ However, when you tell him that he hunkers down, insisting that he’s not budging; it’ll be fine if he just sleeps it off, is his argument, adding that it’s not like he can go anywhere since he’d rather stay put - what’s he gonna do, hop the whole way to the infirmary? Obviously not.

♡ You frown at his stubbornness, but give a determined huff as you hop off of the arm of the chair with a “fine.”. Idia’s surprised that you’re not fighting his decision more, but that surprise lasts but a moment until you lean down and promptly pluck the dorm leader right out of his seat. He just about chokes on his words and twists about in your arms, but you don’t even bat an eye at it as you shift him around until you’re cradling him close to your chest, eventually just settling on a princess carry for the sake of simplicity.

♡ When Idia cries out, asking what you’re doing, you merely shrug and offer “Since you can’t walk, I’ll carry you.” as your explanation. He balks at the notion, but doesn’t really have a leg to stand on when you pull him even closer to you, holding firm to make sure he doesn’t fall.

♡ His hair tickles your nose each time he shifts about in your arms, which you promptly pat back down as gently as you can as you move towards the door, nudging it open with your hip until you can slide the pair of you through the gap. You make a point of ignoring his protest of staying put until he finally relents and settles into you, arms folded across his chest as he leans back. His hair frames his face like he’s trying to hide in the thick blue flames, but even you don’t miss the fact that his expression, once twisted in discomfort, eases up into something more comfortable now that the pressure’s off of his injured foot.

Malleus

♡ You’d like to think that you’re pretty strong, stronger than people give you credit for at least. And you also like to think that your strength is appreciated by the people who know about your carefully honed skill. Lilia is one such person, as he seems to be particularly amused by just how easily you’re able to heft and move things about, be it both objects and people. He’s especially entertained when it’s people, and it’s because of your penchant for carrying people around to show off that you end up with the third-year student bundled up in your arms as you travel through the Diasomnia dorm.

♡ The only indication the others have of the event is when you promptly come striding into the room, arms wrapped around Lilia's waist and hoisting him effortlessly up into the air as you enter. Malleus looks up from what he’s doing to watch the curious display, and upon spotting the fae you shift Lilia's weight to release one hand and wave, grinning as you swivel around and begin moving towards his direction. You’re keeping the Diasomnia student upright with ease, showing no signs of fatigue or strain as you carry him around, coming to stand behind the sofa that Malleus is sitting on and leaning over with a nonchalant question about what he’s doing.

♡ Malleus raises a brow, unsure whether to answer you or ask what exactly you’re doing with Lilia first. Before he can decide however Lilia gives you a gentle nudge to be let down and you take the hint, proceeding to lean over the sofa and drop him none-too-gently onto the seat beside Malleus. The cushions bounce when he lands on them, and though disheveled from all the carrying and the drop, Lilia looks thoroughly entertained by the whole ordeal,

♡ You catch Malleus glancing between you and Lilia, and though you couldn’t hazard a guess as to what he’s thinking you lean forward and chuckle, jokingly asking “Want me to try you next?” as you rest your arms on the back of the sofa. The smile on your face falters a little when you don’t immediately get a response, locking eyes with him for a few seconds too long. When he nods you have to fight every muscle in your face not to look surprised, and you don’t trust your voice to get the words out in response, instead returning the gesture with a blank nod of your own.

♡ The last thing you expected was for him to agree, but you’re never one to back down from a challenge and soon enough you’re standing face to face with the dragon prince once he stands up and rounds the sofa so that you’re standing in front of each other. You’re doing the mental maths in your head as you size up the dorm head. It’s not picking him up that’s gonna be a problem - you’re pretty sure the Leech twins weigh more than him and you’ve been able to carry both at the same time once before (when Floyd wasn’t intentionally wriggling around in your arms that is.) It’s figuring out the best way to carry him that’s the problem; you’re not sure a fireman carry would be the most dignified look for the dorm head, and just giving him a piggyback probably wouldn’t be too effective if you want to avoid knocking his head against something while you’re running around.

♡ It takes a moment but you don’t leave Malleus standing there for very long before you take a step forward, moving to place a hand on his back while reiterating if it’s okay for you to still do this. The noise of confirmation steels your resolve and in the next moment you quite literally sweep Malleus off of his feet and into the air, landing safely in your arms; he lets out a sharp inhale at the sudden action, but is more surprised at the fact that you’re able to carry him with such ease, even flashing him a confident grin as you begin to sidle around the room, making sure that he remains firmly tucked in your arms as you do so.

♡ The experience is interesting, to say the least - Malleus isn’t uncomfortable, if anything it’s actually rather nice to feel so weightless in someone’s arms. Not to mention it’s not something Malleus has been able to recently experience, so . You on the other hand are having a great time with it; you get used to carrying him quickly, and despite the initial worry of getting stabbed in the face with his horns you realize there’s nothing to worry about - it’s going pretty well.

♡ That is until Sebek enters the room and spots you cradling the young lord in your arms, and he shouts loud enough that you all whip around to face him. You’re undeterred by the shout, if anything you just assume that the first year wants a turn so you gently place Malleus back onto his feet, giving his uniform a cursory once over to make sure he’s okay before you back away. Malleus gives you an inquisitive look, watching you as you skip away, racing over to where Sebek’s standing with arms outstretched ready to scoop him into your arms, laughing when the student all but dives out of your reach the moment you approach him.

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petite-ely · 3 years

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Afraid // JJ Maybank

Seven- Mommy Issues

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader

Warnings: mommy issues, mother abandonment, anger, maybe some mistakes, tell me if I missed anything

Description: y/n has always wanted answers about her mother, but the truth seems more harsh than what she had in mind.

A/n : hello, hello friends. Sorry for not updating sooner. I had absolutely no inspiration, lol. Anyways, hope you enjoyyyy! :) (also I know the gif is terrible quality but I really wanted to put this clip and I couldn’t find any cleaner option to make a gif)

Previously

Afraid Masterlist

Song recommendation

Gif made by me!

As a child, y/n never realized how her family was different than the others. A lot of kids on the cut had single parents, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Her mom had left when she was only three, to go pursue her dream job in Colorado. It wasn’t a bad thing in the girl’s eyes. It didn’t feel like she was missing out on anything.

As she blossomed into adolescence, y/n finally understood how unconventional her family was. She heard the other girls at her school talk about their mothers. About the cakes they made or the precious moments they spent together. Mother-daughter bonding moments. She had to admit it she felt jealous. Or maybe was it envious?

She had lived all her life without a mother to kiss her scraped knees or braid her hair before going to sleep. And she would have given anything to experience it, even for one single night.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love her brother or her father, far from it, she adored them. They were both so precious to her. Still, she felt as if something was missing from her. Or more like someone.

She didn’t remember her mother, she was so young at the time, but she cherished the stories her father had told her. She fed her imagination on these stories. Making up fake memories where her mother was still there. In her heart it was all real. Reality was bitter compared to the sweet comfort of her imagination.

By the time she was 12, she’d heard the famous story enough to know it by heart, each word of the letter engraved into her head. She begged her father again and again. She wanted more stories, even the smallest anecdotes, she wanted to hear them all. Anything to improve the sketch, constantly redrawn, of the woman she didn’t remember. The woman she couldn’t really call a mother.

She knew the story by heart and yet it felt incomplete. She’d heard enough fairytales and read enough books to know when a story was complete. This one wasn’t.

And she was right.

A week after the twins’s 13th birthday, their dad gathered them around the kitchen table. He wanted to talk. It was very important. Y/n had to admit, this was quite strange, as her father was never the one to bring up important issues. In front of him was placed an envelope, yellowed with the years.

The girl knew this envelope all too well. Every scratch, every little bump, she could almost feel them on the tip of her fingers. It was her mother’s letter. This time, when he pulled out the folded pages, a third paper came out. The missing part.

Big John didn’t say anything, only slid the pearl white sheet to the twins. And though no words came out of his mouth, a million could be seen in his gaze. He wore an unfamiliar expression on his face. It was mix of sadness, fear and regrets. It was the expression of a man who only wanted to protect his children from being hurt.

The missing paper read as so:

“This is my dream, John.

And I know you might think there’s a way for us to fix this, but there isn’t. This time you can’t fix it.

When I got pregnant with the kids, I was so scared. And when I told you, I saw this glimmer in your eyes. This flame suddenly being lit inside of you. You were so excited to have your first child and it was twins! You seemed so happy. It was beautiful.

Then I thought that maybe we could do this, maybe I could be a mother. I had you, so everything would be fine. My friends kept talking about this amazing connection that felt with their babies when they were carrying them. But I never felt it with the twins.

And I thought that maybe once I held them in my arms I would finally feel it. That motherly connection. It never came. And I tried, John. I tried so hard. But I just can’t.

I do love them, I love them so much, but not the way you do. Not the way a parent loves their child It can’t do it, I’m sorry. I wasn’t meant to be a mother. Life is cruel that way sometimes.

If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that you were meant for this. I can see it in the way you look at them. You can do this, John. I know.

Be the parent I will never be able to be.”

Y/n’s curious eyes scanned the paper excitedly. Her face showed a variety of emotions in the span of a few minutes. First, excitement and joy, then, confusion and finally, anger. The tip of her ears burned red, her hand shaking beneath the table.

John B. placed the paper on the table, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Though, compared to his sister, he seemed relatively calm.

Y/n couldn’t contain it anymore. She stormed out of the house, her feet shoeless and her shoulders bare. She had no idea where she was going, but she ran.

It didn’t matter. As long as she was going somewhere. As long as she was moving and running, then she wouldn’t have to think. And if she was thinking, then her mind would take her to a bad place. She didn’t want to go there. So she ran.

The Routledges were never reputed to be angry people, much less violent. They were generally very calm, maybe a bit arrogant, but always composed. Of course, when a Routledge was after something, they would do anything in order to obtain it.

But y/n was one of the exception. She was the first Routledge woman in nearly 150 years. For generations, every Routledge man had sons, who had sons, who had sons until her father. He had a son and a daughter.

She wasn’t an angry person or mean in any way. On the contrary, she was kind and gentle. But compared to her brother and her dad, she felt emotions deeply.

And maybe it was her mother’s side and not the Routledge in her. It was so intense, sometimes. Almost blinding, at some moments. It was like the emotions took over her. It didn’t happen very often but it felt like she didn’t control her body anymore.

When she finally came back to her senses, y/n was standing on an empty beach. She hadn’t realized how far she’d gotten until she felt the warm sand under her feet. A cold breeze wrapped itself around her shoulders. She was so far from home. And so alone.

She walked to the ocean, letting her toes dip gently into the water. The water was cold but calming. Her anger slowly disappeared with each breath she took, until finally she could see everything clearly again.

Y/n turned away. She thought of going back home, when a wave of emotions hit her. She fell to the ground. It was like the air had been sucked out of her lungs.

Her chest burned, she felt like she had swallowed fire. Her shoulders shook and loud sobs escaped her lips. She dug her hands into the sand, trying to ground herself. It didn’t stop her tears from crashing onto her shirt.

A shadow appeared in front of her and she recognized its shape in a matter of seconds. It could only be one person.

“Are you hear to laugh at me?” She said through tears.

“No, not this time,” said John B. He sat down beside her, his eyes looking into hers. “Oh, y/n.” He wiped the tears off of her face

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled. “It’s just that, that,” he placed his arm around her shoulder, she took a deep breath. “Part of me always thought that she would come back.”

“That she’d come stay with us and finally be our mom. But she’s never coming back, ever,” her tone was almost accusing. “I lost so much time making up scenarios for her and she doesn’t even love us.”

“You know that’s not true,” reasoned John.

“Yeah, but it feels like it.”

“We don’t need her anyway,” stated the boy. “We’ve got dad, surfing, plenty of fish and well, each other. It’s not that bad is it?”

“No, you’re right.” She looked at him. “I just feel like I’m missing out on something. Like I’m,” she paused, looking for the right word, “incomplete.”

“I get it. If the roles were reversed and dad wasn’t there, I guess I would feel that way too,” confided her brother. “But don’t give her this much power. She doesn’t get to make you feel this way. You’re whole on your own, y/n/n.”

“Thank you, bird.” She slid her arm around his shoulder, letting her head rest on top of it. “You know, you can be an amazing brother sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“Hey, bird?” “Yeah?”

“How did you find me, anyway?”

“You always come here when you wanna be dramatic.”

“I do not!”

“You so do!”

And slowly, the imaginary memories fell apart and disappeared. Y/n didn’t need them anymore. She’d be better in the real world.

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plsimsuchasimp · 3 years

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i’m sorry (ft: sugawara).

by request: “Hi!!!! Okay im so glad your requests are open - could I please request some angst with Sugawara? Where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? Then maybe the reader and Suga fight and then reader gets hurt or something (maybe a car accident) and when the Karasuno team finds out, Suga is devastated and goes to the hospital and tell the reader that he loves them?? Thank you!! ❤️” -anon

yes anon i’m happy to do this- i kinda changed up the prompt a lil bit so i’m sorry about that but i hope this measures up to your standards! (i’m ridiculously soft for suga so this makes sense)

genre: sadness (literal tears were shed in the process of making this)

ft: sugawara koushi x reader

warnings: car crash, fighting, cursing, hospitalization, death

wc: 2k

“Y/n, why are you so upset? I get that you’re concerned, and I’m grateful for that, but she’s genuinely a good person and I’m serious about her!” Suga walks away from you, his back turned, shoulders raised slightly in his sweater. You can sense his frustration, his confusion, but you don’t care. His face is pouty, lip sticking out ever so slightly, and you know you can’t look at him or you won’t be able to keep yourself from kissing him right then and there.

The thing is, you know she’s a good person. And that’s what hurts. See, you’ve been in love with Sugawara Koushi since the day you met him at the bus stop five years ago, on a hot summer day with a butterfly in his hair.

You can’t stop him from getting a new girlfriend, and you know it’s selfish of you to hope he likes you the way you like him, to hold on to him for all these years.

Sometimes when it’s late, you let yourself drift into your memories. The spring days when he would take you hiking, out into the mountains to show you his favorite spots, the times when your stomachs hurt from laughing at the dirty jokes he found off of random places on the internet, the rainy moments and baking cookies when it just seemed calm. With Suga, you felt at home like nowhere else.

Now, your eyes sting unfairly, and you turn away from him as he glares towards you, brow furrowed. Struggling to keep your voice even, you say, “I know, okay Kou? I just- I don’t know, she gives me bad vibes.”

You know he doesn’t mean to be rude, but when he scoffs, your heart squeezes just a bit and tears prick your eyes. “You’re telling me to call off a whole relationship because she gives you bad vibes? You did this with all of my exes, too!” Suga sighs, hands on his hips. “You know you’re my best friend, but honestly, y/n, this has to stop. You can’t control my life!”

He’s right. You know he’s right, and that’s the harsh thing about it. You want him all to yourself- everything about him is entrancing, intoxicating, familiar. Jealousy is a bitch.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

At this point, his jaw drops open at the sheer audacity of your remark. “I can’t do this with you today.” He throws up his hands and sits on the bed, making it clear he doesn’t really want to talk anymore.

Suga never really fights with you. He teases endlessly, but he always stops himself before he really hurts you, and the fights between the two of you are always calmer on his side. He’s usually the first to apologize, but it seems this is a sticking point for the two of you.

“Well? Go!” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it. You flinch backwards at his words, and he doesn’t miss the unmistakable glint of tears in your eyes as you walk out of the room.

“Fine, I guess I will!” As soon as you’re outside, you cover your mouth with your hand, your vision blurred from large drops threatening to spill from your eyelashes. You muffle your sobs with the sleeve of a sweatshirt Suga lent you, and it just makes you cry harder when you breathe in his slight cologne.

He wasn’t going to let her go this time. You missed your chance.

You’re running, but where to? As soon as your thoughts stop spinning, your feet freeze, and you glance around you. Shaky breaths escape you as you duck your head and attempt to cross the street, questioning looks from passerby making your cheeks heat up.

All of a sudden, you hear a car horn and freeze to see a car speeding towards you, out of control. The last thing you see before everything goes black is a child pointing at you, and you almost laugh at the incredulity of the situation. Then you black out on impact.

Back at Suga’s home, he sits in his bed, running his fingers through his silky hair. He curses under his breath, already hating the feeling.

He hates when the only person he’s ever truly loved is mad at him.

Honestly, Koushi can’t fathom why he keeps getting other people to date him, momentary distractions from his everlasting affection for you. You, the only person who’s there for him when he’s hurting, the only real friend to stay near him through everything, the only person he fell in love with on first sight. He wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to ruin this was.

Better to be certain friends with you and never get what he truly wanted than to try and lose you completely.

Suga picks up the phone to text you when he receives a call from an unfamiliar number, marked as the hospital of your district.

“Hello?"

“Is this Sugawara Koushi?” The female voice on the other end of the line asks.

“Yes, is everything okay?” He responds, curious as to why the hospital is calling him in the middle of the day.

“Well, we have Y/N L/N here, and you’re listed as one of their emergency contacts. Would you mind coming to the hospital to fill out some paperwork?”

Immediately, his world freezes. “W-what did you say?”

“I said, Y/N L/N is in the hospital and we need you to come in and see them.” She’s patient with him, voice even and calm, clearly used to people in shock from news of their loved ones. “They were involved in a car accident.”

He nods, momentarily forgetting she can’t see him. “Yeah, I’m on my way.”

The line clicks, and he sits there for only a minute before hurrying down to his car, grabbing the keys and starting the car. He seems to forget basic movements, mind consumed only with thoughts of you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, edging above the speed limit on the road. He was tempted to honk at someone, but refrains from it, knowing it won’t help with the turmoil of emotions he was feeling.

Then, it hit him. This was his fault. He almost stopped the car in the middle of the road, throat closing as guilt washed over him. Koushi didn’t know you’d take it so hard, didn’t mean for it to come off that harshly.

He arrived at the hospital, and as he walked in, the receptionist looked up at him.

“Sugawara Koushi?”

“Yes,” he said, and watched the smile slowly fade from her face. He noticed she tried to hide it, ducking her head, but it was too late. “Are they- are they going to be okay?” he gulped as she didn’t respond.

“Room 208,” she said curtly, “You should probably go in.”

The lights seemed to blur into each other as Suga practically ran to your room. Every footstep seemed to take forever, travel only a few centimeters forward. He couldn’t get there fast enough, accidentally bumping into the wall and muttering a hushed “sorry” to it.

He arrived. The door was almost too heavy, or maybe it was just the fear making his limbs heavy as lead.

There you lay, and it was worse than he thought. Tubes of all sorts trailed from your body to things around the bed, crowding and seeming to close you in. Scratches ran down your cheek and there was dried blood on your hairline, streaking down your face. The breath fell from his throat and he stood in the doorway, paralyzed.

This could not be happening.

One look and he could tell you weren’t going to be okay. An IV drip led into your left arm, and you were unconscious, so fragile, so angelic. It looked as if you were only sleeping, like the countless times you’d snuggled into Suga’s shoulder in the warm summer nights, staring at the blanket of glittering stars far above. The ones in your eyes, though, outshone them all.

When you slept, you always seemed so peaceful, so comforted, but now your brow was slightly furrowed, your lips drained of color and slightly parted. Even in this state, you were still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

Shakily, he made his way to the chair and sat down in it. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry, and tears were dripping down his face before he could wipe them away. A choked sob escaped him as he reached out his hand, hovering over your limp one.

He took your hand, and he hunched over to feel how cold it was. Your hands were always colder than his, which made him a perfect match for you. Never before, though, had he felt this ice.

Suga’s shoulders began to shake, and he clutched your hand, silently begging you not to leave, please please please don’t leave me, i don’t know if i can survive without you. Of course, there was no response but the steady beep of the heart monitor, the only thing reassuring him that you were still there.

Shaking, he brought your hand to his lips, barely brushing them against your knuckles.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Whispered words fell gently from his lips, trying to stay composed for you. “Please stay with me. Please don’t leave.” His tone rises, voice breaking in desperation. “P-please.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He rocked back and forth, holding your hand as if it was the only thing tying him down. “I-I love you.”

There. He said it, those three words he’d wanted to say since the day he saw you smile for the first time. Hopelessly, madly, endlessly in love with you, only you.

When you didn’t respond, he let himself sob, let the pain overtake him. Hot, salty tears spilled onto your hand, and he silently wished for a sign, a movement, anything to show that you weren’t gone just yet.

In that moment, he whispered everything he wanted to say to you, a thousand words choking him and clogging his throat to the point where he couldn’t breathe anymore.

The doctor came in, shutting the door silently behind him. “Sugawara-”

“Call me Suga.” His voice was quiet, reserved, threatening to break.

“I’m afraid y/n isn’t going to make it.” The doctor sighed, mercifully pretending not to notice Suga’s muffled cry. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“You’re joking, right?” Suga raised his head, puffy, red eyes desperate. “Please- tell me you’re joking.” The silence from the doctor told him otherwise, and Suga felt his heart shatter in that instant.

He squeezed your hand, and just as he did, the heart monitor stopped beeping, a flat tone emitting from it. He couldn’t stop the heartbroken cry from spilling from his mouth, his breath stolen by the endless constriction of guilt and grief in his chest.

He stayed there for another two hours, crying over your hand limp in his grasp. When Daichi arrived at the hospital to drive him home, he didn’t want to leave.

Suga stared out of the car window, numb. It was impossible- the world couldn’t be this cruel.

It’s your fault, your fault, your fault, the voice in his head whispered. The broken sobs that spilled out of him hurt, stabbed at his breathing, but he didn’t care. It was his fault that you were gone, forever.

The rest of the day passed in a haze, the sun setting with flared colors that you would have loved. The stars were brilliant, but Suga couldn’t look at them. His pillow smelled like you, and everywhere he looked had some imprint, some memory of you. You were the only person he’d ever love, and you had been stolen from the world in an instant.

In the months afterwards, nothing was the same. He saw you everywhere, expecting to see your texts pop up on his phone, accidentally ordered your drink at the boba place you would always go to.

At the funeral, his stiff black suit seemed awkward, but you always said he looked handsome in one. That was the last time he got to see your face besides pictures, the fading memory of the person who loved him for who he was.

the person who he would love for the rest of his life.

you’re an angel in my eyes.

a/n: tbh this is probably one of the most painful things i’ve written so far suga im so sorry also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS ITS CRAZY i finished this at 2am i’m going to be so sad if it flops <\3

#sugawara koushi #suga x reader #sugawara x y/n #koushi sugawara #sugawara angst #sugawara sadness #i'm literally so sorry this is very sad #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu angst #haikyuu sad #suga x y/n #suga x you #sugawara x reader

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ooo-babyboi · 3 years

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Kenma x G/N!Reader Oneshot: Ground Cake

a/n: dang, i really said ‘falling off the face of the earth ✌🏼 bai boo’

take this kenma fic i wrote in two hours as an apology :))

also can you tell i gave up on making titles

FIC ENTAILS: stress from school work, ghosting, online friends with kenma :>, minecraft being everyones coping mechanism, picnic date <3, lack of sleeps, idk what to say pls

one in the morning, that’s when you had felt most productive, unfortunately. the moon casted a misty glow through your blinds as you sat at your desk, computer on.

the assignments were always piling on each other, as if they were a globish monster ready to consume you. while you really did try to finish them, it was just getting to be too much. you prayed that there was an escape-

ding

watery eyes (from the blue light or overwhelming stress, who knows) gazed towards the top of your screen, in search for the notification.

applepi: >:( i know ur awake, ur sleep schedule is as shit as mine

u havent been on in a while, u okay?

you clicked over to discord, opening the message fully. you really hadn’t been on in a couple days. or maybe it was a week or two, who knows.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: haha

im fine, dw :))

applepi: you use :)) when ur upset :/

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: ffs y can u read me like an open book

applepi: only thing im good at 😎

rlly tho, whats up?

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: idk, everything feels like garbage

a dumpster on fire

applepi: that sounds

✨shitty✨

minecraft = coping mechanism

wanna play?

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: lol sure

a ring came from your computer, alerting you that he was voice calling you. you cleared your throat quickly before picking up, letting out a little hello.

“go on our usual server, ‘kay? i updated the base,” applepi murmured.

you hummed in agreement, “what did you do?”

the line was silent as you entered the world, only caves and dungeons visible till the land loaded.

“apple? what did you do to the base?” you asked again.

“oh sorry, i spaced out. you can call me ken, by the way. uh, i added an extra room, come look.”

your characters ran together through the base to an unfamiliar hallway, which lead outside to a pathway to a dark oak forest.

“im scared, are you gonna kill me again? bombard me with skellies? have me trip over a wire and fall in lava?” you questioned, though still running behind him.

“no, that got old after, like, the third time,” ken chuckled.

“i’m still upset about that, i was farming endermen and i lost all those ‘pearls,” you scoffed, although he could tell you were messing around.

“m’kay, farmer n/n, look.”

in an opening in the forest, red and white carpets were placed down with lanterns on the trees. you could feel the grin ken wore while his character crouched several times.

“wait, that’s not it,” he broke a carpet and placed a cake down, “bam, there we go. you like it?”

it was silent for a moment, then you let out a loud laugh. tears pricked in your eyes as you hunched over, the biggest smile on your face.

“i hope those are good laughs, it didn’t take me very long, but i just thought it might make you feel better,” ken huffed.

“very good laughs, ken. thank you, it’s very nice,” you wiped your eyes clear of tears.

“good, now come eat this cake with me before i eat the whole thing myself.”

“yum, ground cake, sounds very appetizing,” you teased.

“just get over here, you sap.”

you both had eaten the cake and sat in the picnic area for a while, talking about anything and everything. after some time, the both of you moved on to exploring, as well as mining in some of the caves you saw earlier.

before you knew it, an orange haze beamed through your window. stretching, you popped a few bones, “morning already?”

“what? no.”

“real life, ken, look out the window,” you snickered.

“oh, i guess it is- oh god.”

“wha-”

the mic didn’t pick it up very well, but you could hear a brief yell from ken’s side, along with, “suck my ass, kuro! i’m playing minecraft!”

“pftt-”

laughing ensued between you too, then it fell silent. Although, it was quite comfortable with a few giggles here and there.

“someday, if your not a 35 year old man, maybe we’ll meet in person and have a real picnic,” ken mused.

“thankfully i’m not a 35 year old man.” (if you are �� leave)

“hmmm, that sounds like something a 35 year old man would say-”

“oh shut up,” you interjected, smiling.

you agreed when ken asked if you would be on later, snorting when you said ‘just for you’. with that, you both logged off, putting your status to ‘invisible’.

sitting in your chair, you thought about what an actual picnic with ken would be like. then you drifted on thinking about what ken would be like. little did you know kenma was thinking about it too, well, till kuroo started yelling at him again.

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vyvesvi · 3 years

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updated top albums list + recommended tracks from each bc im bored lol

*tentatively* in order

unnatural - wjsn | recommended songs: all of them (especially unnatural, supermoon, and yalla) except for rewind | skips: just rewind bc ballad /// im not sure what style to call this album but they really made such a smash, its crazy that it came out so early in the year and no gg is touching it (album wise). literally the only complaints i have are the obligatory ballad (that they always do bc they can all sing lmfao), the album cover/title (dont love the cover design and i dont love when the album name is the tt name, except in certain circumstances (a full album (especially where the title isnt necessarily from the title track) like montero) or when it's a single album (the inverse of this being rsq's prequel which couldve just been called colorfull since that was the only damn song 😐)). i also was disappointed with the outfits for last dance but that's peripheral.

timeabout, - yukika | recommended songs: insomnia & secret | skips: none /// okay to keep it very real im genuinely scared that she'll never surpass soul lady. i love, and i mean LOVE timeabout, but soul lady was on another plane of existence. like she could've held that album a little bit

the other side of the moon - gwsn | recommended songs: like it hot, starry night, i cant breathe | skips: i sing, depending on my mood /// i dont have much commentary tbh,this is just a very solid mini idk. id like to see a fusion of i cant breathe/tweaks/after the bloom/burn, maybe on their next mini. i love their brighter stuff but maybe a darker concept next (halloween cb pls pls pls)

montero - lil nas x | lowkey too soon for me to pick recommended songs but i'll say montero, scoop, lost in the citadel, sun goes down, and am i dreaming for now. will update! | skips: none /// i cant say that this is this year's sawayama bc sawayama was kinda more like a collection of really strong singles? whereas i feel like these songs shine as an album. i dont even know what to say except that im soooo surprised and impressed because i didnt know that this is the type of music he made???? like he raps but theres a lot of singing? not like belting but definitely not rapping. its kinda...alt ish? in some places? if i had to use ine genre to describe the whole album id probably say alt pop? idk but whatever it is it's definitely working

hide & seek - purple kiss | recommended songs: zombie & so why (tbh all of them) | 2am and zzzz depend on my mood but theyre def not full skips /// no bad song on the album this is crazy....i might rerank since i just listened to it for the first time but as of now idk, its good im just super impressed. ponzona wasnt for me but this cb theyre really doing all the things, lovr tht for them

produced by: [myself] - onlyoneof | recommended songs: coy & night flight | question mark depends on my mood /// im still mad at them (read: 8d) sooooo...idk. i can’t really listen to their music rn. but this mini is still good

play game: holiday - weeekly | recommended songs: check it out, weekend, holiday party | i like memories of summer rain and la luna but it depends on my mood /// very cohesive mini, def their best overall imo! not much to say, but i hope jiyoon gets well soon TTTT

enchant - orbit | recommended songs: gokurakuchouka & never gonna get away but also all of them except flor lunar | skips: flor lunar is nice but boring /// i need kpoppies to get into it im tired of being here alone cmon y’all

set - woodz | recommended songs: feel like | skips: none /// i prefer his bright tracks but this mini was solid as usual. where is the full album tho seungyoun hmmm????

guess who - itzy | recommended songs: sorry not sorry, tennis (0:0), kidding me | skips: in the morning, occasionally wild wild west /// i remember being very surprised that i liked this album, especially given that i dont like mitm. not anything groundbreaking but still solid. i think the naming of tennis (0:0) was really clever

intersection: trace - bae173 | recommended songs: green light, loved you | skips: none (sometimes the intro tho) /// honestly their music is really good??? mbk just hasn’t promoted them well, i feel like they make it a little hard to stan...i really appreciate that they’re not doing the stereotypical hard bg concept thing

lilac - iu | recommended songs: coin, flu, ah puh, troll | skips: honestly id have to relisten, some of the songs a lil boring but idr them at the moment

hello future - nct dream | recommended songs: hello future, life is still going on | skips: idr tbh, probably hot sauce though //// was very surprised that i liked this album, but the outro of hello future really got me after a few listens so i had to check it out. very decent!

killa - mirae | recommended songs: killa, sweet dreams, 1 thing | skips: none really but all of the bsides are a little mid tbh /// i will be 1000% honest in saying that the three reasons this allbum made this list are 1.) killa (the tt), 2.) none of the songs are bad, 3.) lien’s vocals. something about lien....he really just sells whatever song he’s on. his belting >>>>>>>>>>>. he makes their music very enjoyable to listen to, next in that department would be junhyuk. based on their most recent cb, siyoung and khael also contribute a lot as well. shame that the rest of the cb album kinda does nothing for me idk. random but i would really like a gg to cover higher and/or killa

& - loona | recommended songs: ur, ptt | skips: a different night, dance on my own /// these r my girls but this is not their best. ur is wonderful though, and ptt is addicting somehow. wow and be honest are fine but really not their best. i like wow’s choreo tho!

albums im excited to listen to (no particular order):

last year was weird volume 3, tkay maidza (i’ve already listened to a bunch of it but i need to sit and just listen to the whole thing)

troubled paradise, slayyter (same as above, but i didn’t even realize it came out this year, i thought it was old for some reason lol)

jo1, challenger (every song of theirs i hear i like pretty much so i need to take an organized look at them lmfao)

jo1, stranger (same as above)

only lovers left, woodz (duhhh its woodz. not out yet but im excited! i do prefer his brighter concepts and this def isn’t that. he says its not gonna be like what he’s done before but the title and concept photo that’s out rn is giving lift up)

the book of us: negentropy - chaos swallowed up in love, day6 (the title kinda bored me but we’ll see. also sungjin’s gone so.....................we’ll see.)

ancient dreams in a modern land, marina (i barely got past venus fly trap because its soooooo good. i’ve listened to a little after that but the songs i heard didn’t really compare. i have to give it a shot tho)

the chaos chapter: fight or escape, txt (i liked the blue hour mini so i need to give them a chance i suppose)

333, tinashe (i just feel like i should idk)

honorable mentions (no particular order):

blue hour, txt - discovered this year, came out last year. retroactively makes the 2020 albums list bc whew the market research that went into that thing paid off

hula hoop/ starseed ~kakusei~, loona (why tf does the album not have a name) - duhhh loona + synths = a smash. in fact like i said when it dropped i dont even wanna call them loona anymore. this is kongetsu no shoujo!!! this isn’t on my top albums list because im counting as two songs and my limit is 3. i might add it anyways lmfao. we’ll see

ugly beauty, jolin tsai - discovered this year, came out in 2018. i just really like jolin tsai idk. i had only heard that album w play and i’m not yours, both are iconic but the production quality sounds...low? like its older but ik they’re not *that* old. either way, ugly beauty does everything i wanted it to - dramatic, vocals, rapping, boa vibes...jolin tsai is a queen what can i say

also, there are of course a ton of singles that i love as well, this is albums only though lmfao. i have no idea if i could even attempt to organize the singles lol

#vyvesvi's year #song rec

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greekbros · 3 years

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"greek-Bros: The Return of an Old Enemy"

Chapter 3: The Hunt Begins

As the wolf attacks continue throughout Greece, Olypmus's greatest huntress is hot on the trail of the beasts. Artemis, goddess of the hunt, the moon and Apollo's twin sister, had been following a trail of destruction from the 'wolves' since her first sighting in Delos, where she witnessed a pack of these 'wolves' dragging a man into a cave alive. This behavior was not something wolves do on a normal bases. She understood these things were strong, sizable animals that have been seen mostly at night. These were definitely something worth hunting down. Her search had recently taken her to forest near Mount Parnassus on the other side of Delphi, where she has found fresh tracks.

Hours had passed and all she could find was what looked to be the foot prints of something. It looked like elongated wolf prints with human like features, a small curve of the middle food, a mild arch and the depth of the print heavily betrayes the size and weight of these creatures. "....this....this can't right?" She muttered. She walked along the trail to measure the gait, to her surprise, the prints were longer than the gait of an average wolf and closely matched a human's stride. Artemis could also notice that the tracks didn't just have the trailings of quadripetal animals, but some of the track having only landed bipedal steps. This perplexed her, there hasn't been any beast she has encountered like this, a bipedal wolf? "What are these things? Is...this someone's idea of a sick joke?" She again muttered, "these can't be natural....even so....who would go out of their way to do this to an animal?". She continued on, trekking through brush and dense forest, to find more information on these....anomalies.

Artemis felt a deep sense of dread inside of her, the more information she gathered, only worsened the feeling; the fur she found had human hair entangled with it, she counted five claws instead of four for every marked tree and she traces of tattered clothes from people who've already disappeared. Nothing about this made any sense.

She could feel a chill down her spine, could have been someone or something watching her? Grabbing her bow and unquivering an arrow, ready to lock on to whatever was triggering her senses. She readied herself, preparing for what could possibly her end, aiming at what she felt was-"~hello" Hermes appeared next her ear startling her nearly to death, making her let go of her arrow that shot out somewhere off into the distance, with a yelp following closely after.

Artemis understandably, currently wanted to strangle Hermes, thus proceeded to do so. "YOU LITTLE BASTARD I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU OR WORSE THAT ARROW WOULD HAVE RICOCHET TO SOMEWHERE ELSE DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT COULD THAT MEAN!" she angrily screamed at him while grabbing him by the collar, shaking him violently.

As he was being shooken like a rag doll, "iM sOrRy I dIdNt KnOw!" Hermes tried to apologise.

As Artemis continued to teach Hermes a valuable lesson in "Archery Range Safety", it dawned on her that she heard something make a noise. She stopped for a few seconds and looked towards where she heard the sound.

"um.... Artemis?.....ugh what's wrong?" He asked. Hermes could see the focused stare Artemis was giving.

".... Hermes....did you hear something when I shot that arrow?" Artemis asked, she slowly let him go and side stepped to the direction of the where see saw the arrow go.

Hermes kneeled there, looking at Artemis do her thing, tilting his head in curiosity, he stands up quickly to follow hoping to see a glimpse of what could she be looking at. "Ugh..." He quietly exclaimed.

"SHUSH." She replied, as she walked to a bush between two trees, her expression was that of horrified discovery. "...by the...gods." were the only words she could muster to say.

Hermes scrambles to get a closer look, he lays eyes on what Artemis was looking at, just as horrified as his sister, he couldn't believe his eyes. "...it's...ugh..it's a wolf in people's clothing?" He loudly thought. He couldn't help but stare at the sight.

The two were looking at what appeared to be an amalgamation of a man and wolf, with clawed hands and feet, wearing what looked like tattered clothes from your average man, a short tuff for a tail and with Artemis's arrow through it's mouth as if it was shot mid scream. The creature was dead, purely out of dumb unfortunate luck it seemed to have been in the arrow's direction.

Inspite of Hermes's coping mechanism of joking about the situation, she knew this must have been what Zeus was worried about...."is...this Lycaon?......you know, that story he would tell us before bed. I knew it was a real story...but....this...is.. something else" she asked. Her mind was running with questions, she was aware Zeus had only done this to one person, could he have embellished his story?

Hermes looked at her with confusion, "um...well...if it was...he'd be...I don't know...dead...don't you think?" He again joked. "I mean he's dead but it's a little overkill don't you think?", Hermes was on a roll.

Artemis glared at Hermes, unamused, "yeah...but....dad said sometimes....when gods curse people, sometimes they can out live other mortals to get more out of the curse....but....this...thing is...." she gets a closer look at examines the body, "this... whatever it is...is actually around 20 years old" she estimated.

"Wait what?" He questioned.

"...and he probably lived as a fisherman, I mean he's got some rough looking paws but I know rope burns when I see them" she continued.

"sto-stop stop stop....you can tell all THAT?" He questioned even further, not believing Artemis could guess all that.

Artemis turns to him and shows the corpse's pawish hand, showing deep scars on it's palms. "Ugh yeah duh. I can 'read' you know. Reading isn't just book smarts you know." She scoffed. "ANYWAY. We need to tell dad about this." She took the arrow from the mouth of the beast man, carefully not to cut her skin on it's teeth. "It has some nasty teeth....is that....venom?" She looked at the bloody drool, it had a mild blueish color to it. Looking at her arrow she just freed from the corpse, she felt that she need to wrap it in something to prevent anyone touching whatever toxic saliva it had.

Hermes, busy watching Artemis, didn't notice the movement of the previously deceased man-beast's foot twitching. "So, who's going to bring the dead weight to dad? Cus well...I don't want to... touch...-" he slowly became distracted at the increasing movement of the body. "HEY Artemis I think you missed a vitals spot." He shakingly warned her. The body started to growl, twitching to stimulate more movement and twist it's previously stiffened neck, eyeing the two gods ferociously.

Artemis finishing off wrapping the arrow now looks up at the reanimating creature. Steps back, puts the arrow away and gets out a new one in a matter of seconds. She shoots an arrow at it, but the creature catches it in its claws and crushes it. It coughs up a little blood and stands up to roar at the two.

"KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT! " Hermes shouted, he was so terrified at the sight he actually was in shock and didn't move, for the first time in his life, he actually felt a little bit helpless.

As fast Artemis could reload her bow, the creature dodged and avaded every arrow she shot out. Having had fun with the two, the beast fleds on all fours into the thick forest howling triumphantly, escaping two of Olympus's fastest gods. "HERMES WHAT THE HELL! Why didn't do anything!" She yelled at him only to find his shaking, "Hermes are you ok?" She asked.

Hermes, still shaking, nods his head 'yes' and does a solute. Clearly, he isn't ok, but he survived and assumingly that is all that matters. "yeah. I'm fine." He lied knowing damn well that a wolf person coming back from the dead when it should have died from what clearly a "in-mouth headshot".

Artemis decides to help Hermes and embrace him in hopes of making him feel better, or in her own consolation, to get him to stop shaking before he faints. "It's ok buddy, it wasn't that bad." Pats his back, "but I'm going to kick your ass later for not helping." She tenderly assured. "We need to find dad.... he'll know what to do.... at least I hope he know about THIS." she hissed.

End of Chapter 3

#hermes #artemis #greek bros #greek bros: the return of an old enemy #chp3 #greek gods #greek mythology #greek myth #hellenistic #blood of zeus

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strawberryjmilk · 4 years

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honeysuckles and dewdrops | part thirteen

word count: 1504

songwriter!reader, idol!hyunjin

masterlist is in my bio!

"Okay," Jisung let out a breath. At his insistence, you agreed to meet with Yoomi and talk to her. Planting his hands on your shoulders, the boy looked at you sternly. "If you need anything — anything — just call me and I'll be right here."

You nodded, looking down and playing with your fingers clumsily. Jisung wasn't done, though. He continued to speak, "but hear her out. You guys have been friends for ages — don't let some dumb boy like Hyunjin ruin that."

Snorting, you nodded again. Jisung let out a breath, nodding along with you this time. "Okay," he blinked before pulling you into a hug. "Everything's going to be fine. If not — well, you still have me as your best friend. I love you."

"I love you, too, Hannie," you whispered. Squeezing you one last time, Jisung pulled away from the hug before gesturing before you. A cafe — because where else would you meet up with someone? — loomed before you.

You could already see Yoo-mi sitting at a table nervously as you peaked through the window. You looked at Jisung one last time — he only grinned and motioned for you to open the door.

"I'm an asshole," that was the first thing you heard. Not even giving you the chance to sit down, Yoo-mi began a frantic spiel. "An asshole — the absolute worst friend — and I'm surprised you haven't blocked me in real life. I'm so, so lucky you even chose to come meet with me. I—"

Wincing, you sat down and blanked out on everything else Yoomi was saying. Picking at your fingernails absentmindedly, you watched the girl babble on, her words becoming spastic as her hands flung out every now-and-then. You bit your lip, "Yoomi?"

"Right — shut up. I should shut up." She blinked, shaking her head. Settling her hands on the mug that sat in front of her, Yoomi let out a stuttering sigh. Her eyes met yours, her whole demeanor softening and turning sad. "Are you okay? Have you been okay?"

The answer was short, "I've been fine." Yoo-mi winced at your tone.

"Right," she breathed out again. You hated being like this with her — hated your harsh tone and the way Yoo-mi sunk lower into her chair. But, you were so hurt — even though you thought you were being dramatic, you were still so hurt. Yoomi peered you at you with her head held down, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I cant tell you how awful I feel."

You pursed your lips, glancing at her before looking back down at your chipped nails. Sighing, you lick your lips nervously before clearing your throat. You'd never felt this awkward around Yoomi before. "Do you want to explain what happened? Or should I just expect to see you with Hyun—with Hyunjin from now on?"

How could one question feel like barbed wire climbing up your throat? You could barely say his name — you didn't want to picture the two of them actually being together. You're being pathetic, you reminded yourself, it shouldn't matter as long as they're happy.

"I— I was jealous!" Yoomi winces, closing her eyes tightly. The atmosphere grows dull and stiff again, silence echoing around the two of you even in the busy cafe. You stare at her, wide-eyed. "But not for the reason you're thinking. It was stupid, but at first I thought maybe I did like him. Maybe they weren't rumors and people have just always known. But I was wrong. Hyunjin is a friend — my best friend other than you."

Yoomi pauses as you continue to stare at her. Fingers gripping the sides of her mug, she doesn't allow her eyes to drift away from the porcelain cup. "I was afraid that he would take you from me, and that you would take him from me. I was afraid you would shut everyone out; that I would be a third wheel. And that was dumb of me to think because you're nothing like that, Y/N."

She looks up at you now, eyes watery and sad and begging for you to forgive her. You continue to just stare, blankly. What else could you do? Admit how hurt you were — even when you had no reason to be? Mention the feeling of second place crawling up your throat as you watched Yoomi and Hyunjin? No, you couldn't say that — if you did, you'd have to mention how you always feel second best compared to Yoo-mi.

You'd have to say how everyone always chose her — your best friend was always the main priority. And you didn't want to admit that yet. Not when just the thought made you nauseous.

"Don't think like that," her voice interrupted your thoughts. You glanced up — when did your vision get so blurry? Why were you biting your lip so hard it was starting to get sore? You cleared your throat, washing the unshed tears away with it. Yoo-mi softened, her eyes growing sorrowful and almost pitying. "Don't do that, Y/N. Don't push your feelings away."

"I wasn't—"

"You can't lie to me," Yoomi interrupts. She takes a sip of her drink before focusing her attention solely on you. "I know what you're thinking, Y/N. About how you shouldn't feel bad because you and Hyunjin aren't dating. About how you're being dramatic when you have every right to be upset. And stop holding your feelings back. If you need to cry, then cry. I appreciate it, but I don't need you to be strong for me all the time."

She smiles at you gently, leaning over to hold your hand across the table. Clenching her fingers with your own, you look down and allow small tears to drip down your cheeks. You sniffle — once, twice — before you shake your head. Your voice is shaky and teasing, "I hate that you know me so well."

Yoomi giggles, tightening her hold on your hand even more. The atmosphere softens and dampens at the same time, Yoo-mi's smile growing dim and guilty. She looks back down at the table, a shameful look overtaking her face. "I'm the worst friend, Y/N. You didn't have to say anything — you still don't. I noticed that you were starting to like Hyunjin, and I shouldn't have— tried to kiss him."

You tilt your head slightly, "I can't blame just you. Hyunjin did it, too. And if you guys truly like each other, I don't want to be the thing that's stopping the two of you from being together."

Yoomi's shaking her head before you finish speaking. "We don't like each other, I promise." She pauses again, a scruff, sarcastic laugh spilling from her lips as she rolls her eyes. "It would be so much easier if we did like each other, though."

Even though you know what she means — how could you not when all you could think about is how perfect they were for each other? — you urge Yoomi to continue speaking. She needed to rant — needed to let her thoughts out before they suffocated her. And you really needed to take your own advice. "What do you mean?"

"It sucks, you know?" Yoo-mi scrunches her nose, lips pouting. She looks at you, leaning forward in her seat a bit. "Hyunjin is nice — and he's really cute — but, I don't feel that way about him. And, he doesn't feel that way about me. Everyone expects us to be this ultimate couple who's oh, so in love and we're just... not."

Shrugging, you think of what to say to her. "You're allowed to just be friends with him, Yoo. You don't have to listen to everyone else."

"I know, but the reminder is nice sometimes." She grins, pulling on your hand so you're leaning across the table a little now, too. Yoo-mi looks at you fondly and sincerely, her smile still stretched across her lips. "Thank you for being here, Y/N. And, thank you for still being my friend. I'm really sorry for the reason that you are here, though. I wish we could both do what we want."

You smile back at her, realizing how much you truly missed your best friend. Forgiving her wasn't the easiest thing, you had to admit, but it was worth it. As if she read your mind, Yoomi pouts, tilting her head. "Will you please come stay the night at my dorm? I have, like, twenty tubs of your favorite ice cream."

Grinning, you allow a laugh to escape your lips. You let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling your eyes playfully. "I guess I could. Only for the ice cream, though."

Squealing, Yoo-mi doesn't waste her time as she pulls you out of your seat and out of the cafe. She rambles as you walk out of the door, the conversation sailing between topics rapidly. You smile again — things were falling into place. Maybe not neatly, but everything would be fine soon.

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windscattered · 3 years

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Previously

Orlando tensed, ready for sudden movements. Slowly, he looked to Daniel, to measure his reaction to figure out the next move.

Daniel looked horrified. His face had fallen pale and his posture was like a cornered animal’s. Just when Orlando thought he’d faint, his eyes slowly looked down and glazed over, his shoulders drooping in utter defeat.

Orlando decided to try and salvage this. “I am not sure what you’re thinking, but I’m here to just pick up some stuff…” Orlando hesitated. Should he use Daniel’s real name? “... he donated to charity,” Orlando said, putting on his just-a-regular-citizen voice. “Yesterday he donated a coffee maker and a microwave, today it’s some clothes he doesn’t wear anymore.”

The woman’s eyes snapped to Orlando and he immediately understood why Daniel looked so terrified. Her gaze felt like a hawk zeroing in on a mouse. “And who are you?”

Good thing Orlando had learned to mask his emotions from a young age. “My name is Basil. I work for Christine’s Shelter for the Homeless.”

The woman raised her eyebrows. “Mm. And you were here yesterday as well?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The woman smiled, sickeningly sweet and hiding a dangerous edge. “Interesting. And why did you feel the need to shut my security cameras off while you were here?”

Orlando put a confused look on his face. “The cameras? I… I’m afraid I have no idea what that’s about.”

She narrowed her eyes and stared at Orlando for a long time. “Leave,” she said coldly. “Or I’ll call the police on you.”

“Okay, sheesh,” Orlando said, pretending to be surprised and only slightly peeved. “No need to get so testy.” He left the house and let the brief disguise drop.

This was bad. If the woman was anything like Orlando knew abusive people to be, she would tighten her grip on Daniel now that she’s witnessed an escape attempt. Orlando did manage to play it off as something else, but he was fairly sure she hadn’t bought it. Only an idiot would have looked at the scene right at the front door and thought it was nothing but illicit. Orlando’s stomach twisted as he thought how the woman would treat Daniel from now on… He felt awful for having to leave Daniel there for one more day, but it was either that or risk getting arrested.

Orlando racked his brain for a new plan. Now he not only had to sneak Daniel out of the house, he had to make sure the woman wouldn’t track them down and find him again. Of course, it was surprisingly easy to disappear into the lower levels and be almost completely untracked. Orlando had an advantage in this, since he’s been trained since childhood to track other people while avoiding to be tracked himself.

The hardest part, however, would be getting Daniel and Fang out of the house… The only way Orlando saw how to do that was to wait until the woman was at work and then try again, while hoping it’d work this time.

Orlando sighed and rubbed his forehead.

As soon as Orlando got home, he texted Daniel, asking if he was okay and reassuring him he was willing to try again if he needed to. He didn’t get an answer in a few days.

On the third day, he finally got a response.

Daniel: Hey sorry for that

Orlando scrambled to reply as fast as he could.

Me: Don’t worry about it! Are you okay?

Daniel: This isnt delano tho sorry

Daniel: This is the guy with the mohawk do you remember me

Me: Oh, yes, I do

Daniel: My names adriano btw

Daniel: Anyway delanos… hes not fine

Daniel: Delanos like… idk how to describe it its like he gave up on escaping its like hes just going to accept that this is his life now

Daniel: Its scary as fuck dude

Daniel: Mom took his phone away like hes a teenager thats so fucking messed up

Daniel: I stole his phone back but he insisted i have it just in case

Daniel: Im fucking terrified moms literally holding him as a prisoner here

Daniel: I never knew mom could do something like this

Daniel: We cant stay here

Daniel: You gotta help us

The texts popped up one after another in rapid succession. Orlando waited until he was done.

Me: Okay. Let me make some things clear. Does Delano still want out?

Daniel: Idk man he’s so defeated

Daniel: Im going to drag him out tho

Daniel: My moms a psycho this place is killing him

Me: Alright. I’ll drag him out too, if you want me to

Daniel: Why is that even a question of course i want you to get us the fuck out of here

Daniel: Theres no way i can trust mom again now that ive seen what shes really like

Me: Of course. And you want to come along too?

Daniel: Yeah

Orlando frowned. Hiding two people and a dog might be tricky. But he would at least try.

Me: I’ll do what I can

Daniel: Delano said you need to talk to lillith

Orlando frowned. Lillith? The founder of the Sex Workers’ Union? The Queen of the Low Levels? Wait, why was Orlando surprised that Daniel knew her? Daniel was a sex worker, of course he would belong in the Union.

Contacting Lillith would be a good call, though. She was notoriously protective of sex workers. If they were lucky, she could help with this situation…

Me: I’ll do that. Thank you

Me: I’ll contact you when I have a plan

Me: Try to hold on until then

Daniel: Thank you

Daniel: Well do our best

Orlando had worked for Lillith a few times before, but he didn’t know her personally. He had to wonder if she would respond well to him asking a favour, as he wasn’t a part of the union. Figuring he had to at least try, he sent Lillith a text.

Me: Hello, Miss Lillith. I am contacting you today on behalf of one of your workers. He is currently held against his will by an abusive person and he needs help getting out. He and I both would appreciate your help.

Lillith took a short time to reply.

Miss Lilly: What’s the worker’s name? Do you have an address?

Me: I believe his name is Delano

Orlando also sent the address to her.

Miss Lilly: Jesus fucking christ

Miss Lilly: He just had to go piss of that bitch out of all people

Me: What do you mean?

Miss Lilly: It’s going to be bitch and a half busting him out, is what I mean

Miss Lilly: I’ve heard rumours that this woman has no chill

Orlando thought back when she had looked at him when he had been at her house. He could believe that.

Me: I am not surprised

Miss Lilly: Yeah. I need more info on the sitch. Can I text Delano? Does he have his phone?

Me: His phone is secured, but he doesn’t have access to it. You can text the number and get an answer, though

Miss Lilly: Wdym? Who has his phone?

Me: We can trust him. He’s also stuck in the house with Delano. We need to get him out as well

Miss Lilly: So there’s two people we need to get out?

Me: Two people and a dog

Miss Lilly: Hmm. It’s going to be tricky, but possible

Miss Lilly: How much stuff are they going to have?

Me: I got most of Delano’s stuff out, so only a little of his, but most of Adriano’s. I believe he has a guitar that he’s going to want to take along.

Me: Delano also has a broken arm at the moment

Miss Lilly: God damn

Miss Lilly: Okay. No panic. I have a plan

***

And so, a few days later, Orlando was headed back to the house, with four sex workers (Ana, Sara, Jessie and Rosa, as Orlando learned) sent by Lillith. “To help carry stuff,” one of them had explained. Orlando hadn’t complained.

“How do we know she won’t appear to interrupt us again?” Orlando asked, while the group were in an elevator, on their way to the upper levels.

“Lils got it,” Jessie said.

“If Lils says she got it, she got it,” Sara agreed.

“We trust Lils,” Rosa said with a nod.

Orlando nodded slowly. He supposed he should trust her too, then.

The group arrived at the house and put on masks that would scramble their faces on any cameras that caught them.

“Let’s go, girls,” Ana said with a grin. “And boy, I guess.”

The group marched to the door and rang the doorbell before Orlando could protest.

“Relax, we’re wearing masks,” Jessie said, waving her hand.

“Yes, but I’d still like to avoid getting caught on security cameras,” Orlando muttered as Rosa hammered the doorbell.

The door opened and Adriano was behind it, looking irritated. “For fuck’s sake, I heard you the fir…” he trailed off as Rosa and Ana screamed.

“Oh my gawd, you’re cuuute!”

Adriano flushed up to his ears, immediately matching his hair. He looked like he was panicking as his eyes landed on Orlando. “Be… BG?”

“It’s me,” Orlando said with a sheepish smile that Adriano didn’t even see. “I got some extra help with me this time.”

“Alright…” Adriano let the group in.

“Jesus christ, this place is fancy as shit,” Sara said as they stepped in.

“God daaaamn,” Ana breathed. “I wouldn’t mind switching places with Delano.”

“Why did you bring sex workers here?” Adriano whispered to Orlando.

“They’re here to help,” Orlando whispered back. “Be respectful.”

Daniel appeared and the girls screamed. “DELANOOOO!”

Daniel looked like a deer in the headlights as the girls rushed him, all talking over each other.

“Where have you been?”

“I missed youuu!”

“When did you get a sugar daddy?”

“Can I have him once you’re done with him?”

Adriano stared at this unfolding with utter disbelief.

Orlando clapped his hands to gain everyone’s attention. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but we’re on a schedule here.”

“Agreed,” Jessie said. “Let’s get a move on. We can talk while walking. Where’s your stuff?”

So the group dispersed to gather the luggage they needed, spiced with chaotic chattering from the girls.

“Can we steal something?”

“We should steal something!”

“I really don’t care if you do,” Adriano said.

“Oh shit, really?!” Rosa said, eyes wide. “I was just joking!”

“Go fucking nuts,” Adriano said, “cause as much grief to her as you can.”

The girls exchanged looks. “Let’s steal her shampoo!” They ran off. Adriano followed, for some reason.

“Jesus christ,” Delano sighed.

“Everything okay?” Orlando asked.

“Yeah,” Delano said. “Just overwhelmed. I haven’t even thought about sex work for the whole time I’ve been here. It all feels so distant now.”

Orlando nodded slowly. “Are you going to continue doing it once you’re free?”

Delano was quiet for a moment. Just as he drew a breath to answer, the girls and Adriano returned.

“Thanks for letting us rob your mom, sweetie,” Sara said, pinching Adriano’s cheek. “We don’t have to buy skincare for a few weeks now.”

Adriano was blushing again. “No problem.”

As the groups got ready to leave again, Orlando noticed that Delano freezed. “What’s wrong?”

Delano shifted his weight. “I… I just have a bad feeling, is all.”

Orlando nodded again. Last time they had gotten this far, their plan had failed at this same step.

“Don’t worry,” Jessie grinned, giving him a thumbs-up. “Lils said she’s making sure we’ll get to the lower levels safely.”

“Yeah, trust Lils,” Ana said.

Delano looked down at Fang on her leash, who was looking up at him, tail wagging. Finally, Delano nodded and looked back up at the group. “Let’s go.”

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Hello, Are You There? || Part 2

Minako tries the number neighbor thing. Thinking it was an inactive number, she decides to vent and express her frustrations, turning it into a sort of mini diary. What she didn’t expect was somebody was actually on the other line and decided to send a message back.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Word Count: 4.3k+

Pairing: Akihiko Sanada x Minako Arisato

Note: this chapter includes a long text message thread between headphones and pancakes ehe and some slight angst jfjfdnjf im sorry the next one is gonna be fluffy i promise ; u ; ALSO i accidentally posted this w/o the proper editing so if u saw this b4 im sorry fhrkjfrbf

“Arisato, your grades aren’t so impressive these past few weeks, may I know why?” Miss Toriumi, the teacher in-charge of Minato’s class, asks with concern evident in her voice. This was so unlike him, he always manages to snag the highest scores and is an excellent student. Minato just shrugs nonchalantly. Miss Toriumi sighs, probably realizing Minato probably won’t open up any time soon.

“Arisato, I know you don’t feel comfortable opening up to me. But I hope you are at least opening up to someone. Perhaps your sister?” Miss Toriumi continues. Minato shrugged once again. Before Miss Toriumi could continue once more, a fellow student entered the room.

“Miss Toriumi, you are needed at the Student Council room.” Miss Toriumi gave a quick nod to the other student, and turns to Minato. “Well, I am needed elsewhere. I will take my leave, but please keep in mind that you can talk to me if you need guidance.”

Minato walked out of the Faculty Room and headed for the school gates.

These past few days, Minato has felt… lost.

He overheard his classmates talking about which career paths they will be pursuing, and he felt… left behind. His classmates have already started planning their future and they seemed so… certain.

Minato hasn’t felt the feeling of certainty ever since their parents went abroad without them. They said it's for work, but right now, he really isn't sure if it really is for work. Before they left, he heard them saying that ‘the children are getting bothersome to deal with’. Ever since then, the feeling of stability, the feeling of being sure about something has become a foreign concept to him. Do his parents still love them? Are they a burden? If he was wrong for thinking that his own parents most certainly love and support them, then what about the others? Who's to say he isn't wrong with everything else? Minato envies his classmates, because even though they are the same age as he is, somehow they have already gotten everything figured out for themselves.

‘Why couldn’t he be more like that?’ He could hear the voice in his head say.

This train of thought is the only thing occupying his mind for the past few days, and it has greatly affected his life. His academic grades, his club performance, and even his relationships with both his friends and his very own sister.

Ever since the seed of doubt in his mind was planted, the voice in his head started getting louder and braver.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘Are you sure that’s the right choice?’

‘You probably won’t go far in life.’

‘You’re a failure. That’s why they left.’

He tried everything he can to drown out the voice in his head. He tried listening to music, hanging out with his friends, playing at the arcade, anything. Anything to make it go away or so that he can no longer hear it.

But of course, it is not that easy.

He wanted to talk to his sister, he really did. But he didn’t know how to. It was something he had in common with his sister. Despite being surrounded by many friends, opening up still remains difficult for the both of them. And what makes it even harder is that, he doesn’t know how to explain this feeling of his. Deep down, he is thinking that, perhaps, this was just something he made up himself and that it is not real. So he tried driving his attention somewhere else.

He decided to go somewhere quiet, somewhere hidden.

He let his feet lead him, with his loud music blasting from his headphones.

This mindless walking led him to the train station’s back alley.

It was deserted. Perfect.

He sat down and closed his eyes. Eventually his phone started vibrating. Picking it up, he received a message from Minako.

Sis: hey im in a study grp w fuuka and yukari

Sis: ill be late so eat b4 u go home

Minato was about to send a reply to his sister, when three older men approached him.

“Hey, little man. What are ya doing here?” One of them, whom Minato assumed was their leader, asked him. They didn’t seem too happy with seeing an unfamiliar boy at their hangout spot.

“Nothing.” Minato replied simply, shoving his phone in to his pocket and fixing his headphones into position. The men, however, were irritated by this.

“Ye’r in our spot.” The leader, who apparently has a nose piercing, took a step closer. They tried to look intimidating, but it did not faze Minato one bit.

“And?”

“Leave.”

“No.”

The guy was starting to get angry, and started digging around in his pocket. “Ye’r from Gekkoukan High, aren’t ya? Damn, one of yous are always trying to waltz around here like some hotshot, but guess what? Ye’r not.”

“Ok.” Minato said absentmindedly. And finally, the man reveals what he was hiding in his pocket. A knife. Minato stood up quickly. “I’ll leave.”

“Haha, ye’r too late. I am angry now.” The man swings his knife, and Minato was barely even able to dodge it. It grazed slightly against his cheek, forming a small scar.

“Hey, stop that!” A tall man wearing a beanie and maroon peacoat quickly came to his rescue. He was able to restrain the man and retrieve the knife from him. Mr. Nose Piercing tried flailing around, but the tall man was much stronger than he is.

“Hey, let him go!” The two other guys who entered with Mr. Nose Piercing, approached the tall male restraining their friend. But before they could attack, another male, a silver-haired gentleman wearing a red vest came, and was able to knock down one guy.

The one left standing kneeled down, pleading for mercy. “Please! I didn’t do anything! It was all him!” He then pointed at Mr. Nose Piercing. The tall, beanie-wearing man scoffed, “Wow, selling your friend out just to be able to escape? How pathetic.”

“Aki, get the knife.”

“Got it, Shinji.”

Mr. Beanie, or Shinji as he was called, dropped Mr. Nose Piercing onto the ground.

“Take your friend, and the other one too. Don’t come back or else we will call the police.”

“Fuck ya, Aragaki! I thought ye were one of us!” Mr. Nose Piercing shouted but quickly exited when he was able to successfully carry his knocked-down friend.

Shinji shook his head and muttered under his breath, “I was never one of you.”

Mr. Red Vest (Minato forgot his name) turned to him and asked, “What were you doing here?”

“I was trying to clear my head.”

Mr. Red Vest looks around, “In here?” He didn’t seem to understand why he chose this out of all the places in Port Island. It was really unhygienic and lots of trashes are strewn around. If he were to go here to clear his head, he’d probably exit more troubled than before.

“Well, you did find me here. So yes, here. I was trying to clear my head here.” Minato sarcastically quipped. Mr. Red Vest looked so confused.

Shinji, approached Minato and gave him a band-aid and an unopened water bottle. Minato raised his eyebrows.

“For your scar. I only have water for now, so use it to clean it. Then cover it with the band-aid. When you get home do a more thorough clean, though. It’s a small scar but better be safe than sorry.” Shinji stated. When Minato accepted the items, Shinji put his hands back into his pockets.

“Don’t come back here anymore. Find another place to clear your head. Let’s go, Aki.”

Ah, Mr. Red Vest was named Aki.

“Um, alright. Goodbye.” Aki awkwardly gave a small wave, and they left. Minato decided to gather his belongings and go home.

/./

As Minato approached the apartment, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. However, his phone died. Minato sighs and when looked up, he notices that the lights are on.

Minako is home.

He brought his hand up to his face, feeling around the band-aid that was placed. He hopes Minako doesn’t notice. The last thing he wants to do is stressing Minako out even more. As he turns the doorknob, he looks down. Hopefully, not meeting her eyes would make it less obvious. As he opens the door, he was met with his sister who was in front of the door. ‘Was she going out?’

“And just where have you been?” Minako asked in a harsh tone. It was rare for her to speak like that and when he heard it, he flinched.

Not wanting to anger her even more, he lied. “With the boys.”

“Lies. They told me they didn’t know where you were.”

‘Well, shit.’

‘You’re just gonna come up with a lie and it was a terrible one.’

Not wanting to receive her wrath, he skimmed past her.

“Minato, I am talking to you.”

He stopped abruptly, still not turning to face her, “What?”

“What? What?! What do you mean ‘what’? I was worried sick! You didn’t answer any of my calls, and your friends didn’t know where you were! Not to mention that it’s late, who knows what kind of criminal could be lurking around the streets at this moment!” He could hear the frustration and worry in Minako’s voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to face her.

He feels that if he did, he’ll break down.

“Calm down, I got home safely didn’t I? It’s fine. You’re worrying over nothing.” Minato cringed at what he said, he knew that he sounded extremely self-centered right now but he couldn’t take it back anymore.

‘You’re the bad guy.’

Minato quickly got up the stairs, not wanting to say any more things that he didn’t mean.

“Minato Arisato, come back down here! I am not done talking to you!”

/./

The next day, the twins’ train ride to the school was really awkward. They can’t meet each other’s eyes. However, Minako would be lying if she said that the band-aid on Minato’s face didn’t worry her one bit. They both seem like they have so much to say, but are hesitating whether it was the right moment or not. They instead decide to disappear into their own worlds, with the power of music. It didn’t help calm down Minako’s nerves, so she decided to fidget with her phone. She eventually found her thumb hovering over the messaging app.

‘Fuck it.’

Minako: hey headphones

Minako: gud am

Headphones: Good morning to you too, pancake. :)

Headphones: How are you today?

Minako: um

Minako: don’t wanna talk about it

Minako: can we talk about something else?

Headphones: Sure. What do you want to talk about?

Minako: uhh

Minako: wanna get to know eachother?

Headphones: Okay. How will this work?

Minako: we take turns asking questions, but no matter who’s turn it is, we will both answer

Headphones: Okay, you first?

Minako: mmm

Minako: pronoun?

Minako: i’m she/her

Headphones: He/Him. :)

Headphones: What do you do on your free time?

Headphones: I either train to make myself stronger or hang out with a close friend. :) You?

Minako: maybe at home cleaning/cooking

Minako: or hanging out w friends as well

Minako: do u like any sports?

Minako: i play volleyball

Headphones: Wow, that’s great!

Headphones: I’m into boxing :)

Minako felt her cheeks heat up. Wow, that’s kinda hot.

‘Wait…’

‘What the hell am I thinking?!’

Headphones: Favorite food?

Headphones: Of course, you already knew about pancakes, but I also like eating beef bowls and ramen from time to time. But no meal of mine is complete without sprinkling some protein powder on it. :)

Minako: oh uhhh

Minako: anything sweet ig

Minako: i’ve got a sweet tooth hehe

Headphones: Then I guess the nickname ‘Pancake’ is perfect for you then. :)

Minako doesn’t know why but whenever they call her that name, it makes her cheeks warm and her heart starts beating faster. This feeling is foreign, but it sure as hell isn’t unwelcomed.

Minako looked out the window and noticed that the train is nearing its destination.

Minako: hey so uh i gtg real soon

Minako: ttyl?

Headphones: Alright, pancake. Take care. :)

Minako: umm

Minako: thanks

Headphones: No problem.

Minako: i dont think u understand, really

Minako: thank u from the bottom of my heart

Minako: for talking to me n being here n all that

Headphones: Anytime. :)

/./

During lunch, Minako decided to eat with Fuuka and Yukari. On the other hand, Minato ate with Junpei and Kenji. Their friends do not seem to be aware that the siblings are currently giving each other the ‘silent treatment’ and haven’t even uttered a word to each other since last night.

As Minako sat down with her food, her phone vibrated in her pocket. As Yukari and Fuuka were settling down in their own seats, she decides to check her phone.

Headphones: Hey, pancake. It’s lunchtime and I hope that you are eating well. :)

That short message made Minako smile so big that it didn’t go unnoticed by Yukari and Fuuka. They gave each other a quick look and turned back to silently observe Minako.

After sending a quick reply, Minako put her phone on the table and placed her bag beside her. After a few minutes, her phone vibrated. Her screen lit up, and it was a message from Headphones again.

Headphones: It better not be all sweets! Your body needs other nutrients too.

Minako chuckled at the message. Which, once again, did not go unnoticed. Yukari scooted over to Fuuka and whispered, “Do you think she forgot that we were here?”

Fuuka replied quietly, “Um, do you know who she’s texting?”

Yukari shrugged and mouthed, ‘Rio?’

Minako: heh okay MOM

Minako: make sure ure the same ok protein man

Minako put her phone down and picked up her utensils, when her phone vibrated again.

Headphones: Hey, that’s not the nickname you gave me!

Minako giggled at the message, but it was cut off by the sound of Yukari clearing her throat. Minako freezed when she realized that she momentarily forgot that Fuuka and Yukari were with her.

“So… who is your new text mate?” Yukari started, sporting a teasing smile and looking at her knowingly.

“Uh, Rio?”

Yukari raised her eyebrows, “Are you asking me?”

Minako cleared her throat, trying to show a poker face. “No, it IS Rio.”

Yukari turned to Fuuka, “Are you buying this, Fuuka?”

“No… She’s acting a bit suspicious.” Fuuka said, shyly.

“Fuuka!” Minako exclaimed, startling nearby students.

“Heh, you heard her. So who is it?”

“It’s nothing! I just saw a funny meme!”

“Would a funny meme make your phone vibrate three times in a row?”

“It’s a notification from a meme page? Um, yeah that’s it! They’re just really active today!” Minako cringed when she heard how fake that sounded.

“Why do you sound so uncertain, this makes it easier to see that you’re lying, y’know?” Yukari said smugly, and Minako doesn’t know if she should admit to Yukari that her new text mate is actually the guy from their number neighbor shenanigan. It’s nothing bad, it’s just that Minako knows that if she mentions this to them, she would not hear the end of it from Yukari.

“Okay fine.” Minako took a deep breath. “I’ll tell you.”

Yukari smiled triumphantly, while Fuuka’s eyes widened in surprise.

“So, who is it?”

“Before I tell you, can I ask what happened to your number neighbors?” Minako asked, hoping to stall.

“Hm, mine blocked me when I sent that message.” Yukari shook her head, disappointed.

“Oh, mine was really scary. They said that if I message them again, they will call the police.” Fuuka said, fidgeting with her fingers.

“What?! Isn’t that a bit too much?” Minako quickly held Fuuka’s hand, hoping to give her some sort of comfort.

“Oh, it’s fine. Maybe they thought I was a hacker or something. It’s not bad to be cautious.”

Yukari sighs, “Let’s never do this again.”

Fuuka nodded, “Agreed.”

There was a moment of silence, until Fuuka spoke up, “Why did you ask about that though, Minako?”

“Oh um… W-well…” Minako looked away and nervously laughed. Until Yukari realized why.

“Wait, is your number neighbor your new text mate?”

“Ehehe, yes?”

Fuuka and Yukari gasped.

“Well, well, well… It looks like I was right. You were able to get a relationship out of this number neighbor thing. Oh! How romantic! You were just one digit away from each other!” Yukari giggled and began hugging Fuuka out of excitement.

“Relationship? N-no… We aren’t in a re-relationship. We’re just… talking. Hehe..” Minako stuttered, and she really wanted to slap herself when she heard how she sounded.

“Yeah, and a relationship comes next after that!” Yukari cheered loudly, standing up and thrusting a first in the air triumphantly. The students in the next table seemed irritated by our table.

“Yukari, simmer down! You’re disturbing the other students!” Minako tried to get Yukari to sit back down. Fuuka found the situation amusing, and giggled.

“Anyways, give us details! You can’t expect us not to want more info when you told us that you actually ended up being text mates with your number neighbor! Spill!”

“Well, he is a nice guy. He is really understanding and willing to listen to my problems. He also respected my decision when I told him to call each other by code names instead of our real names. He also checks in with me every once in a while to see if I was okay…” Minako tells them, and unknowingly smiling to the thought of him. It wouldn’t have been noticed by Yukari and Fuuka if she wasn’t blushing so hard.

“Aww, you like him! Ask him if he wants to meet up, ey?”

“W-what! No! I-I barely know him!”

“Yeah, that’s why you are going to meet up, duh! To get to know each other more… and who knows… This could be something worth mentioning at your wedding when Fuuka and I give our toasts as your maid of honors!”

“Oh, that does sound cute!” Fuuka mentions cheerily.

“Fuuka, NO. Do not encourage Yukari, that wasn’t cute at all!”

/./

After classes, Minato waited outside of Minako’s classroom. Minato decided that he was going to apologize and open up to Minako, no matter what. He doesn’t want to keep his sister in the dark anymore. After a few minutes of waiting for his sister, he decided to go in himself and approach her. He saw her chatting with Fuuka while cleaning up her things.

“Sis.” Minato called, while dumping his bag on top of her desk. “Come with me, you can leave your things for now.” He grabbed his hand and led her outside.

Fuuka seemed confused, but resumed to picking up the scattered trashes. After a few minutes, Yukari entered the room, looking for someone. She quickly found Fuuka and approached her. “Where’s Minako?”

“Oh, Minato told her he had something to talk about. They left their things here, so you can just wait for them. If you wish to talk to Minako, they’ll probably come back soon.”

Suddenly, Yukari grinned widely. “They left their things, ey? So Minako’s phone is in here?”

Fuuka blinked a few times. ‘Why would Yukari ask about Minako’s phone?’

“Yeah, I think? I didn’t see Minako bring anything with her because Minato quickly dragged her outside, it seemed like he had something urgent to say.”

“Aha, I see… Fuuka, want to do a prank with me?”

/./

Minako was surprised by how her brother took the initiative to approach her first. She was happy as it seems like Minato is finally going to start opening up to her, something she wished he did from the start. And then, she remembers Headphone’s words: ‘He just needs some time to figure it out himself and then he will approach you.’

Minato finally let go of her wrist when they arrived at the persimmon tree. He signaled for her to sit down at the nearby bench, which was under the shade. For a few minutes, they were silent. Just taking in the peaceful environment and the cool, refreshing wind.

Minato was the first to speak up. “I’m sorry.”

Minako turned to look at him, “I’m sorry, too. For shouting at you last night, that was unnecessary.”

Minato shook his head and gave his sister a small smile. “No, that was okay. I was being unreasonable. But that’s not the only thing I’m apologizing for.”

Minako tilted her head, confused. “Huh?”

“I have been hiding things from you because I had a feeling you wouldn’t understand me. But that was wrong of me, I shouldn’t just start assuming things and then suddenly start closing off myself. When we were at the train this morning, it felt wrong that you weren’t talking to me. It was a really sucky feeling to have. And then I realized, that this was what you must be feeling when I stopped talking to you.” Minato closed his eyes and buried his face into the palms of his hands.

Minako frowned seeing her brother so distraught. She was about to say something, but Minato lifted his head and continued talking.

“The truth is, lately I have been feeling lost. I don’t know what to do. I feel… empty. I don’t know how to explain it, but basically it’s like the world is in black and white. It’s lifeless, and I don’t see the point. I am… uncertain whether I am making the right choice or not. A voice in my head is always telling me that I am making a bad choice or that I’m a failure. I… I’m sorry if I’m not making sense.”

“Minato, it’s fine… I understand.”

“Do you still love me? You won’t leave?”

Minako was shocked by what he said, “Why would you even think that? I would never leave you! You’re my brother… I would never abandon you.”

“But… mom and dad did.” Minato said quietly, and Minako feel the lump in her throat growing bigger.

“That’s okay. We don’t need them. I won’t ever leave you Minato. You are my partner-in-crime, my bestfriend, and most importantly, my brother. I love you so much and we will always be together.”

“But what will we do about the voice in my head?”

“Well, you have me. We can figure about this together. If you want, we can go see a therapist?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that…”

“Then that is okay too. You will only go if you want to. I am here for you no matter what, and if you ever start having bad thoughts or the voice in your head gets stronger, just go to me. No matter what time or day, whether there’s classes or not, I’ll be there. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Minako and Minato gave small smiles to each other and they hugged. After a few moments, they let go and talked to each other for a few more minutes before heading back inside.

/./

When Minako and Minato returned to the classroom to retrieve their items, they were met with Fuuka looking uneasy and fidgeting. “Fuuka? You okay?” Minako approached her friend, going in for a hug to comfort her but Fuuka jumped.

“Minako! I am so sorry! I tried stopping Yukari but she was determined!” Fuuka bowed her head.

“What are you talking about? What did Yukari do?” Minato strided over, curious with what made Fuuka so worried. Minako shrugged at Minato, confused and worried for her friend.

Fuuka stood up straight, but still unable to look Minako in the eye. Right at that moment, Yukari came in holding an empty food wrapper. “Oh, Minako! There you are!”

Minako, Minato and Fuuka all whipped their heads to where Yukari’s voice was coming from. Yukari approached them, waving the empty food wrapper in front of their faces. “Minako, Fuuka and I are really sorry for eating this deluxe donut snack from the canteen without you! Fuuka was so worried because she knows you like it so much, but I was really hungry so I ate it! Sorry!”

Minako frowned and raised her eyebrow at Yukari, crossing her arms. “Is that all?”

Yukari gulped, and Fuuka started playing with the hem of her skirt, not strong enough to look Minako in the eye. “Yeah, that’s all! R-right Fuuka?” Yukari approached Fuuka, trying to silently ask for back-up.

Fuuka finally looked up to Minako and nodded quickly. “Y-yes! We’re really sorry, Minako!”

Minato stood awkwardly beside Minako, who was seriously studying Yukari and Fuuka. Serious Minako is scary Minako. Eyes scrutinizing their every movement, lips in a tight line, and arms across her chest making her seem even more intimidating.

After a few minutes of silence, Minako gave them a bright smile and laughed. Yukari and Fuuka were surprised and Minato was confused.

“Aww, girls! Don’t worry about that! You were hungry so it’s fine!” Yukari gave a sigh of relief, while Fuuka was still a bit shaken up. Minako closed her distance with the two girls and gave them both a hug.

“But next time, wait for me okay?” She whispered, in their ears eerily.

“Y-yes, Minako.”

“Haha, yeah…”

/./

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Minako: hey

Minako: do u live near tatsumi port island

Headphones: Yeah, I do. Why?

Minako: wanna meet tomorrow, sunday?

Minako: get to know each other?

Headphones: Oh, you want to meet?

Headphones: That’s fine by me. :)

Headphones: Where though?

Minako: paulownia mall, that ok? specifically chagall café

Minako: i have brunette hair with silver pins on it forming XXII

Minako: i’ll also be wearing a red scarf

Headphones: That sounds good!

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greekgeek21 · 3 years

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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - team-up time!!

Ok, so I'm a little off schedule, but who cares? Honestly, I've been getting a lot of good reviews/comments and I'm so grateful!!

My amazing beta reader, nightskywithrainbows, is so patient and I would not be able to do this without you. So, give them some love!

Anyway, I hope you like this! Stay safe and happy reading!

- your author

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"Wise Girl? Are you here?" Percy asked as he walked into his cabin.

He had just gotten back, and the first thing he did was ask where Annabeth was. Apparently, she had got into the Poseidon Cabin after their IM and hadn't come out since. It was sweet, really, but if she ever caught him saying that, he would be beheaded in an instant, so he kept it to himself.

He was not expecting what he saw when he walked into his home-away-from-home. Annabeth was asleep on top of his covers, a book laying beside her. The lights were still on, too. It looked like she had tried to stay awake for him, but it was reasonable for her to fall asleep. He HAD gotten back at 2 AM.

To anyone else, she would have looked peaceful, but he knew his girlfriend, and he saw that she was having a nightmare. Unlike him, who thrashed around and screamed, Annabeth was dead silent during her dreams. It had scared him more times than one. The only indication was her frown, the slight sheen of sweat, and the rare barely-there whimper.

He raced to her side, lying down next to her and pulling her into his side, "Shhh...you're okay. We're okay. We got out. We're safe now."

The Tartarus nightmares had gotten better, but they still had them every so often. They had learned to deal with them properly in a way that worked. They had even tried therapy once, but that was a disaster waiting to happen anyways. Annabeth and him don't talk about their feelings very well. Still, it was worrying to watch your loved ones suffer with nothing to offer for comfort other than your support.

Percy continued to whisper sweet nothings and reassurances in Annabeth's ear before her breathing eventually evened out and she slowly started to blink her eyes open. She seemed confused about his appearance for a second before she realized that he had come in while she was sleeping.

"Seaweed Brain? When did you get here?" She tried to sit up, but Percy held her tight, so she relaxed into him.

"Not long ago. But don't avoid the question. You know we need to talk about it. What happened this time?" he asked.

Annabeth sighed and answered, "It was the same one. You were controlling the poison 'down there' and I saw your eyes. They were a sickly green, Percy. Not anything like your usual sea green. They were almost grey, and they were glowing. I was terrified. This time, I couldn't stop you. I had to watch as y-you killed her."

By then, tears had started to escape her tight control over them. If it were anyone else, Annabeth would never have let them hear her sound so weak, let alone see her crying. She was the strong leader of Camp Half-blood, and that came with the responsibility to keep a confident front.

However, every leader needs time to release the stress. Her alone time with Percy was that time. He had been through almost everything with her, and she trusted him to the end of the universe. HE was HER rock just as much as SHE was HIS.

"I would never do that. You have to know that. It wasn't real. We're home, and we're together. We made it, Wise Girl," Percy reassured, kissing her on the head.

"Yeah, I know. They just get so real sometimes," Annabeth curled into his side.

"I know. It's late, though. Do you want to stay up talking or do you want to try to sleep again?" he asked, tucking them under the sheets.

Annabeth closed her eyes, wrapping Percy's arm around her tighter as she said, "Let's go to bed. I'm sure I'll be fine now that you're here."

Percy smiled his goofy smile, "Okay, Wise Girl. I love you."

"I love you, too, dork."

He chuckled, and Annabeth fell asleep in contentment to the sound of his heart beating. As long as that was happening, she would be fine.

Ω ♆ Ω

The next few weeks went by as smoothly as a demigod's life could. Percy never received any communication attempts from SHIELD, so he let himself fall back into his schedule. Him and Annabeth went to stay with Sally while also staying at camp on and off. There were no major problems for him to deal with, and he was soaking up every bit of it.

Of course, he should have never said anything. That was an invitation to the Fates.

He was driving with Annabeth when he learned about it. A news broadcaster came over the radio and was retelling an active event happening in Los Angeles.

"There has been another suicide bombing in downtown LA. There appears to be GREEN FIRE coming from the explosion. Officials are attempting to get the flames under control, but their tactics seem to be failing thus far. This is another in a string of connected bombings around the US. So far, there are no suspects, but we are told there has been progress made in the investigation. What is the purpose of these attacks and who..."

Annabeth turned the volume down. She turned to Percy with a grave expression. Green fire could only mean one thing: the divine were involved. The mortals had somehow gotten into contact with Greek fire, and they were using it for terrible acts of violence. And of course nobody could put the fire out, it was impossible unless dealt with by someone who knew what they were dealing with. Like Leo, for example.

"Percy, at the Brooklyn Bridge, was the fire green?" Annabeth asked cautiously, already dreading the answer.

"I can't remember. I was too focused on making sure the bridge didn't collapse that I didn't bother to check what the explosion looked like. Oh gods, what if I could've done something if I had seen it earlier? What if I could have stopped this bombing in LA? This is all my fault!" he exclaimed.

Annabeth laced her fingers with his, "Perce, you did more than anyone could've asked. You saved so many people that day. This is not your fault, okay?"

He still looked disbelieving, but he reluctantly nodded. He didn't have time to debate his guilt with Annabeth, he had somewhere to be. Percy wasn't exactly sure where that location was, but he was needed somewhere, and so was Annabeth.

"SHIELD's on this case already. I need to get in contact with them, and then we need to meet with them. I'm not letting anyone else get hurt," he told Annabeth, driving towards Camp Half-Blood.

The gears were turning in Annabeth;s head, and he knew the exact moment she figured out what his plan was. Surprisingly, she didn't argue. She just nodded and grabbed her phone from her backpack, flipping it open and turning it on. She only used it in emergencies, and this felt like an emergency.

She called one of the few numbers she had on there: Camp Half-blood's. Camp had only one phone in the Big House, and it was scarcely used. It was an old landline, too, in hopes that it attracted less monsters. Nowadays, it was impossible to not attract them, with technology all around them.

It rang for a long time, almost to the point that she was just going to give up, but right as she was going to press the 'end call' button, Jason's voice came over the phone, "Hello? Who is this?"

Annabeth let out a sigh of relief, "It's Annabeth. I'm with Percy. We need you to gather the Seven quickly. We'll be there soon."

"What? Annabeth, what's going on? Why do you sound so worried?" Jason asked.

Annabeth's patience was waning, "Jason! This is important! Secret of the gods important! Prepare for a fight and wait for us to get to camp. We'll explain there."

Jason sighed, clearly wanting more information than that, "Alright. See you soon."

"Bye," Annabeth hung up the phone as soon as possible.

They had probably already been on for too long, but it was worth a shot. And besides, none of the monsters would dare come near them once they realized who was on the call. That's what she was counting on, anyway.

She looked up at Percy and instantly noticed the tension all throughout his body. He still believed it was his fault, obviously. There wasn't much she could do about that. It was his fatal flaw!

"We're going to figure this out," she consoled.

"Yeah," Percy whispered as he pulled over at the bottom of the hill leading up to Camp.

They were both out of the car and running already, so it didn't take them long to reach Peleus and Thalia's tree. He didn't even pay them a thought as they ran through the border and towards the Big House, where they could see a group of armored demigods congregated on the porch.

As they ran closer, they saw it was the Seven on the porch, talking with Chiron. They were all in their basic armor: a chestplate, greaves, vambraces, and helmets resting under their arms. Piper had her dagger hanging on a belt, Jason had his gladius, Frank had his bow and arrows slung over back, and Hazel was carrying her imperial gold spatha. Leo was, of course, wearing his toolbelt. They all were in various states of confusion and agitation from being left in the dark about whatever they were dealing with, and they all seemed relieved when Annabeth and Percy came running up.

Before either of them could get a word out, Piper spoke, "Let me guess: this has something to do with Percy and the bombings, and now we need to go clean up his mess."

"Words hurt, Pipes," Percy sarcastically held a hand over his heart.

She rolled her eyes, "You'll survive."

Annabeth smiled in the direction of her friend. She had really started to become comfortable as a demigod in the past year. Plus, she had picked up on some of Annabeth's habits. Like picking on Percy, for example.

"What's this about Annabeth?" Jason asked, stopping the playful mood in its tracks.

Annabeth exchanged a look with her boyfriend before responding, "Piper was right. This is about the bombings. They're using Greek fire. But it's still mortals doing it. That means somebody from out world is supplying the mortals with our weapons, and that is a recipe for disaster. We need to stop it before it gets too out of hand."

"Why us, though?" Hazel asked.

"We're the Heroes of Olympus, and we're the best to represent our kind in the fight. Plus, I trust you guys the most. In case it is a mole in the camps, we need to keep this between us," Annabeth answered.

The mood got even more serious at the realization of where her thoughts were headed. Somebody still inside the camp could be taking the fire to the mortals, and they didn't know who it was yet.

But then Piper noticed something in Annabeth's wording, "What do you mean 'represent our kind?' Who are we meeting?"

Percy answered her this time, "SHIELD. They're already working on this, and I have a deal with their director to help with stuff from our world. We only need to figure out how to contact them."

"I've got that covered!" Annabeth interrupted, "I have a plan."

"Of course you do," Jason said, "What is it?"

"We're going to Stark Towers, and we're going to meet with Tony Stark. He's Iron Man, and he no doubt works with SHIELD, so we'll use him to get to them. It's not my best plan, but it's the best we got," she answered.

"It's better than what I was going to do," Percy remarked.

Annabeth didn't even want to ask what his plan was going to be. That was a road she did not want to go down.

"When do you leave?" Chiron asked, finally speaking for the first time.

"Percy and I will get ready and then we'll head out right after. We need to get a handle on this ASAP," Annabeth answered, already heading towards the armor shed.

Percy ran down to meet her there, and they got dressed in the same gear as the others before heading towards their separate cabins. As a precaution, all campers had been required to make an emergency quest backpack in case they had to leave quickly. They had the demigod essentials like toothbrushes and paste, deodorant, a couple spare changes of clothes, nectar and ambrosia, and a prism with some drachmas for IMing.

Percy and Annabeth both grabbed their kits, along with a few other personal items that they suspected would be needed for this specific quest, if you could even call it that. They still had to meet with Rachel, but she was staying with her dad in New York. That would have to wait for later.

They were geared-up and ready in less than twenty minutes, and then they were standing on the edge of Half-blood hill with the others, saying goodbye to Chiron.

"Be careful. I have a feeling the path you are about to take will lead you through hard times," Chiron warned.

"We'll be fine, Chiron. It's nothing we can't handle," Annabeth assured.

He gave a tight smile in return. His reaction to their quest was disconcerting, but the demigods didn't have time to ponder on it. They had to get to Stark Towers as soon as possible.

So, they gave one last wave and started towards the Delphi Strawberries van Argus had pulled up. He would be driving them to the tower, but they would be on their own from there. There wasn't any reason to be worried, though. They had traveled across the world on a floating boat; this would be a piece of cake.

The drive there was tense and silence-filled. Or it was until Leo ruined it.

"So I get to meet Tony Stark?" he asked, an excited grin forming on his face.

Piper groaned, realizing what was bound to happen. She had met Mr. Stark at a gala her father had dragged her to before. He was a self-centered jerk who had too much money to know what to do with it. Plus, his ego was the size of a planet. Leo and Tony Stark together in one room was going to be crazy.

"Don't do anything nuts, Leo. We need him to trust us, and it's hard enough doing that without telling him what we are," Percy said.

Leo gasped, "I am hurt that you would ever think I would do such a thing! Uncle Leo just wanted to chat about some design flaws in his suit! And maybe some possible ideas that all that money could help put into action..."

Annabeth gave him her death glare, and he sank away, "You are forbidden from speaking until I say so."

He hurriedly nodded his head. She was scary!

Percy smirked at his girlfriend, knowing that she was fully aware of the effect she had on the poor demigod. Of course, Percy was whipped, too, but it was still amusing to see Annabeth go all 'powerful daughter of Athena' on people that weren't him.

"We're almost there, guys," Piper said, pointing up ahead, where they could see the tall outline of Stark Towers.

Annabeth had to admit, the architecture was impressive, even if she would've gone less futuristic. But the sustainable energy system was remarkable.

She snapped herself out of her daze. She was not there to admire the architecture, she was there to do her job: saving the mortals. And with the amount of stupid stuff they did, they would never get a vacation.

"So what's so important about this Stark guy?" Hazel asked, finally giving in to her curiosity.

"Oh! I always forget you aren't all caught up on modern pop culture," Piper exclaimed, "Tony Stark is a rich, playboy, engineer who doubles as an Avenger. The Avengers saved the world from aliens when we were saving it from itself. He's Iron Man, which is basically just a suit he invented."

"Sounds like someone Leo would like," Hazel remarked.

Percy laughed as Argus pulled over, "Exactly."

The demigods all climbed out, standing in a line before the entrance. It seemed they were all waiting for one of them to make the first move, but nobody wanted to be that person. Of course, Annabeth wasn't one to back down from anything, so she stepped forward and pushed the glass doors open, striding through with confidence only a daughter of Athena could command.

The rest of the group trailed behind, tensed for anything. They were literally surrounded on all sides by technology, and it was unnerving for them all. Well, for almost all of them. Leo was practically vibrating with energy and excitement. He was about to meet his idol AND get the chance to explore all of the toys there.

"Remember: professional," Annabeth warned one last time before turning to address the front desk lady.

"Yes, mom," Piper whispered to Leo, who muffled a snicker in response.

Percy just prayed that this all went well. He wanted this whole ordeal to be over quickly. He didn't want to be brought into another situation where he had to use his powers. They were still too unreliable, even after a year. The bridge incident was hopefully a one-time thing.

"Hello. We're here to meet Tony Stark," Annabeth said.

They knew the Mist was covering their weapons and armor, especially with Hazel there. People wanted to see some regular teenagers, so that's what they were seeing. Not seven, well-trained demigods in full armor, prepared for battle.

The receptionist looked her up and down, "Do you have an appointment?"

Annabeth tried for a smile, but it turned into more of a grimace, "No, but it's important. I'm sure Mr. Stark would understand once we talk to him."

Sometimes being young can come in handy, but a lot of the time, it sucks.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Stark only accepts scheduled meetings. If you want to make one of those, you can contact his secretary. But for now, I would ask that you please leave," the woman responded.

Annabeth glared, and was about to start yelling, but Percy stepped up and placed a calming hand on her shoulder before he spoke, "Actually, this is urgent. And I'm sure that if you called Mr. Stark, he would send us up, considering that we're friends from work, and I'm not talking about his day job."

He said everything so calmly, that you would have thought he was having a civil conversation if not for his icy words.

"Fine," the woman ripped the phone up and dialled a number, "Yes, there are seven teenagers here to see Mr. Stark. They say it's urgent. And that it's about his OTHER work."

She nodded a few times before hanging up, "Mr. Stark will see you now."

Ω ♆ Ω

45 minutes earlier...

Fury was not having a good day. First, an idiot dressed-up as a spider ruins his morning, and then another bombing happens in LA, and finally, he has to deal with the Avengers now. He had been hoping to deal with this case without them, but he was pushed into the decision when he got a message from the terrorists responsible for the bombs. They threatened to bomb things much more important than the Brooklyn Bridge, and that they had the means to do worse.

None of his regular agents could figure it out, so he had to bring in the big guns. Besides, the heroes had had much too long of a break already.

That's how he found himself in another blacked-out SUV, on his way to Stark Towers after calling a meeting of the Avengers there. He had no way of contacting Thor, so it was just Stark, Rogers, Widow, Banner, and Barton. He had another person in mind, but Fury didn't want to call him in just yet. It was still a new alliance after all.

When he got there, he went straight up the elevator to the penthouse. From there, he went to the meeting room and found everyone but Stark already there, which was no surprise. Without a word, he strode up to the head of the table and slipped the flash drive into the slot, automatically turning on the holo-projector in the center of the table. The flash drive had all of the details of the case, along with whatever notes his agents had made.

He opened up the photo gallery, flicking to each bombing site, "The Brooklyn Bridge, Portland, LA, Long Island, San Francisco. What do all of these have in common?"

Just as Steve was about to answer, Tony burst in the door, taking a seat without an apology, as per usual.

Steve cleared his throat before continuing, "They all had a bombing happen recently."

"That's right. And it's gotten out of hand. Your job is to stop them," Fury cut right to the point, "Everything you'll need is in this folder. I want this done discreetly. That means no flashy spectacles, Stark."

Tony mock-gasped, "I would never!"

Banner shifted nervously, "Will the 'other guy' be needed for this?"

"Possibly, but as a last resort. You'll be needed for tracking more than anything," Fury answered.

Bruce nodded his head, seemingly finding comfort in that.

One look at Clint and Natasha, and you could see that they had gone into SHIELD agent mode. They were both studying the file information with rapt attention. They, at least, Fury could count on.

"This needs to be done as quickly as possible, got it?" he ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Tony sarcastically saluted.

Fury held back a growl. If anyone could make him lose his composure, it would be Tony Stark.

"I expect results the next time I see you," he said, turning to walk out of the room, but he was interrupted by J.A.R.V.I.S.

"Sir, there is a group of teenagers asking to see you. They say it is urgent," the AI said.

Tony sighed, "J.A.R.V.I.S., I thought I programmed you better than this. I don't want to see them."

"But sir, I am told it has something to do with your Avengers work. They are very adamant," J.A.R.V.I.S. pressed.

"Pull up the camera feeds," Tony ordered.

For some reason, Fury felt compelled to see who had wanted to see Stark, and he understood why as soon as he saw the footage. There, with six other teens, was Percy Jackson.

Before Tony could turn them down again, Fury said, "Let them up. Now."

"Right away, Director," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied, listening to his SHIELD reprogramming.

Tony threw his hands up in defeat and grumbled "Whatever. It's not like I own the building."

"Direct them here, J.A.R.V.I.S.," Fury ordered, going back to his previous position at the head of the table.

Steve sat up in confusion, "What are you doing, Fury?"

The man in question ignored him.

Before any more objections could be made, the Seven were standing before the Avengers, everyone confused.

Percy was the one who broke the silence, "Well, this makes our job a whole lot easier."

Ω ♆ Ω

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ATEEZ is a big mafia orginization which was secretly founded and built by Kim Hongjoong 4 years ago. Hongjoong has personally selected some of the finest criminal individual for ATEEZ and things are going really well inside.

"Boss, i just finished the target. Clean and clear sir!"

The boy standing tall and straight, his brown hair got messy as he pulled out his mask. He looks so young and handsome, wearing a full black outfit. And on his back, he carried his precious sniper rifle, the one he just used to take someone's life.

"Well done Yunho! You have my compliment."

Hongjoong sat on his big arm chair, hand running down to his little dark blue braid as he leans back in pleased. Hongjoong was wearing a suit, dark blue to match his hair, the one with thin white stripes, and he has some touches of silver jewelry all over his neck and fingers. Next to him, the girl who flipping pages of documents, is his girlfriend Juniel. She is now wearing a tight short leather dress, crossing her legs, her hair was tied up and she is focusing intirely to the paper works in front of her.

"Ms.Juniel" - Yunho greeted politely but she just nod her head and draw a smile on her mouth as an answer, eyes still sticked into the documents on the table.

"You can go now." Hongjoong lower his voice as he stand up and start fixing his suit "Be prepare for the next mission, understood ?" his footsteps coming closer towards Yunho "My bad if my girl make you upset or something, she has always been like that when she concentrate, you know right ?" Hongjoong let out a chuckle as he found out he just pushed it out a little too much.

"It's a joke Yunho, you still need to learn to take jokes in a better way boy" Hongjoong pat lightly on Yunho back, a sigh of relief came from Yunho mouth. I was just thinking too much - he said that to himself and walk out the door.

"Tomorow i need you to go grab some weapons for me, babygirl." Hongjoong sat down next to Juniel, casually drop his hand on her shoulder and slowly move his finger-tips around in circular motions. "I have an important meeting with our new customer, so i can't personally go and grab those weapons-" Juniel stopped writting for a while and then lean her body into Hongjoong's chest, she smiled as she corrupted his words "I will do it for you baby, don't worry about me."

"To make sure you are unharmed, i had called San - a brother of mine, not techinically blood related, but he can be trusted to protect my baby." Hongjoong say softly and take out the hairband as his fingers intertwined to Juniel's hair. She then relax her body and lie down on his thighs, not forgeting to pull down her skirt. "I guess this is too short on you baby. Why do you keep wearing these type of clothes ? It's uncomfortable and-" She let down a small kiss on his lips to stop him from talking nonsense "Because i like to and i look good in these. That's why." She giggle as she stand up "Don't say that you don't like seeing me in these skin-tight dresses"

"I do. But i don't like you looking this exposed to people out there, babygirl" He groans as let out a sigh of unpleased. "Then protect me harder from all the hungry wolves out there baby." Juniel smirks as she run out the door of Hongjoong's office. She seems pleased with his powerless reaction.

Hongjoong is the boss, he has the mighty power to simply kill people as he pleased or when he feel like it, he won't even blink once. ATEEZ growing big is his long last desire, he will do anything to protect and build it up. His words are rules, you must obey, or else. But those rules don't quite apply to Juniel, as rules for her are meant to be broken. She had came through thick and thin with him, being his greatest supporter in his lowest point of life. Because of that, she can do whatever she wants without minding about his rules.

Hongjoong loves her a little too much, which might become his weakness someday.

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"Enough right?" Juniel say, looking at a man who is counting a suit case of money across the room. Then she take one knee down to check the weapons she has just received.

"All good Mrs." The man laugh loudly as he continues "I hope we can meet and do bussiness with each other again in the future."

"Sure! We will meet again someday Mr.Park Seonghwa." Juniel smile and bow as he jump into his black van and drive out of the place.

Juniel then slowly walk down the hall toward the parking-lot with a huge bag of weapon on her hand, the sound of her heels echoing all around. "So he said the license plate of the car is 1024 and it's black with a--oh found it". The car's door suddenly open, walks out a handsome man in a black suit with embroided red line all over the neck part.

"Hello, im San, Choi San. You must be Juniel, Hongjoong asked me to catch you up here and drive you home." He smile and let his hand out for a handshake. "Yes, nice to meet you San." She smile back and give him a greeting handshake.

"Ah-you won't mind having another girl sitting with you right ?" San ask in concern. "If you make sure she won't cause any fuss in our bussiness then it'll be fine." Juniel say as she slowly get into the backseat of the car.

"Oh-Rachel? What are you doing here?" Surprised at the presence of her friend inside his car, she can't help but open her mouth. Rachel is wearing a neutral grey tone two-straps dress, which is long enough to cover her ankle, it has some sparkly strap tying around to define and show her beautiful waist line. Her hair is bundled up nicely, on her lap settling a bouquet of variety flowers. "Jun-? It's surprised to catch you here. San and I just went out for a date in that fine ass restaurant we used to go together lmao" Rachel reply and then burst out laughing of the coincidence.

"So is he a financier like you ?" Juniel ask in wonder "Yeah, this date is all set up by my mom and his mom." Rachel let out a sigh of disapointment. "But he is nice, and polite, so i guess he ain't that bad." she quietly whispered and then paused a little "But hey, you knew San ?"

"Nah, not really, he is a friend of Hongjoong, a close one as i know" Juniel reply, her hand crossed in front of her chest, she raised her eyebrow up a bit. "Oh that's so! He might be a badass, who know someone like Hongjoong and also be his close friend." Rachel compliment with a little chuckle, she made sure San hear it loud and clear in the front-row seat. His little secret is now exposed. Things will get fun between us - a thought slip out in Rachel's head.

"Baby im back with the weapons." Juniel kick the door in and made it slam on the wall real hard, she didn't seem to mind it even though Hongjoong startled because of the loud noise. "Shit-you scared me baby!" he said as he turned his head back and quickly glance at the bag on her hand. "I mean i can say Seonghwa is doing good right now, if you wanna know about your long old partner" she walk toward Hongjoong and then collapsed right next to him, head fall back on the couch as she un-tied her hair "these new heels are killing me tbh" Juniel munmur, try to kick the other heels off her red and swollen feet, the movements leaving her thighs exposed further up more than it should.

Hongjoong's hands suddenly fall on her thighs, she startled because of the cold touch out of nowhere. "Too short-" he said slowly as he raise his brow "Ah-about the weapons-" she quickly tried to pull her skirt down and avoid the non-stop conversation about she's wearing something too short to bear for his liking. His grips on her thighs getting tighter as she pull it down, interrupted her speaking, it might leave a mark there as she feel tingle on her skin. Hongjoong then grab her chin and hold it to place, keep her eyes lock to his, his glare are so intense yet lustful at the same time. He pull her close and their lips begin to mash against each other, his tongue swirl and explore her mouth, he make ways to dominance and rule her mouth as the tension inside her rise up like a tide.

Both of their breathe are turning shallow and shaky, some moans being let out inside their throat, they all try to catch some air as the kiss grow more in desire. She then broke out from the restrain of his mouth, slowly slide her tongue down his neck, he tilted his neck and smirk "You are always freaky like this babygirl" he grab a lock of her hair to secure his position and then lean back to make it easy for her to access his neck. "You like it ?" she don't really need an answer right now, say as she suck the sensitive skin on his neck, he squirm a little and a groan escape his mouth in pleasure. "I love leaving marks on you, you look so sexy sir." She smirked and grinned her teeth as she continue to create marks after marks.

His grip tighten around her scalp, the other hand squeeze her waist close to his as he lean down and whisper "Babygirl, i need you to be on top of me." The hot air brushing around her ear make her tremble and her face burning up. He can't wait any longer for his lover to move, he grab her ass in no time and then pin her on top of him. "This is your throne babygirl. My dick is your throne." Hongjoong impatiently push her hair to one side, leaving her beautiful soft neck and sexy collar bones exposed to his thirsty eyes. He roughly bit into her neck, suck it harshly like a hungry creature devouring its prey. She moans into his ear, back arched with the sensation run down her veins, hands grip tightly on to his short messy hair. Her body heating up, sweats begin to form on their face.

Those moans quickly turn into whimpers, that back arched turn into humping against his harden sex. Their hips rock to each other's rhythm, his lips still glued onto her neck as he 'create' his path around that slender neck and collarbone, dark purple and blue mark risen up one by one.

"Oh-" the door isn't locked, someone just knocked and walked it "Did i just interrupt something ?" Yunho voice suddenly sound so husky and awkward, not like his usual voice. All their action got caught up in Yunho's words "Why did you come here ?" Hongjoong asked him calmly as if there was no one in a tiny dress who spreading her legs on his lap and grinding right now. "Ah-i just want to confirm something about our next mission, boss." Yunho gaze down on the floor, trying to not make eye-contact with his boss - the one look like he just went out of a war (sex war).

"I'll call you to talk about it later. You can go now." Hongjong move his hand in a gesture that say 'go out', only waiting for that, Yunho bow and leave the place.

"Fuck you Hongjoong-you embarrassed me!" Juniel punch him in the chest then roll herself down from his lap. He reacted an awful 'ouch' like it's a funny thing to caught herself un-guarded like that. "That was fun right baby?" he grab her ass and smash it as she leaning down and putting her heels back on. "Ouch-stop that. imma fucking kill you Kim Hongjoong don't make me." she growl in pain and anger. He seems to enjoy the scene of his angry and embarrassed girlfriend, he let out a smile and giggle in his throat as he watch Juniel walk out the door. "Wait me at home babygirl" he shouted towards Juniel, don't even know if she could listen or not, but who cares anyway, he will meet her eventually.

Juniel was taking a shower while she heard the door being unlocked, Hongjoong has just arrived home. Drying her hair walking down the stairs, she found Hongjoong talking to Yunho and Yeosang - another one in the crew just like Yunho, but he specialize in investigating places and people. Juniel smile at them as a greeting.

"Joong, i gotta go out for some of my bussiness. I'll be home soon." she announced him, Hongjoong just nod his head in reponse and go back to the discusion about the upcoming mission. Realizing that, she quickly go upstairs, change her clothes as she dial Kay's number - a person who got kick out of the organiztion because of his betrayal action. Which is unlikely for a girlfriend of the boss to do something such as getting in touch with a betrayer.

"Hey, can we meet right now ? I got the weapon ready."

"Sure, meet me at Des. in 15 mins."

Juniel had never talked about her past relationships with Hongjoong, even though he almost begging her to share her past stories. She just found that wasn't nescessary to bother him with all of her dark past and toxic relationships. He got works to do, things to deal with, there isn't only 'her' in his life. So, there she go, trail down the same old path, keeping touch with her ex - not really ex, Kay's just a hookup buddy before she knew Hongjoong. But since Kay was sly, he got some tapes of her having intimate sex with him, recording it without her consent, which is a shame for her and even the organization if that was leaked.

"Jun, long time no see!" Kay stood up from his seat, open arms like he wanted a hug. "Hugging is not a part of our bussiness." Juniel denied as she saw his gesture and sat down on the barstool next to him, odering a Margarita like she always do. Then realizing somebody sitting next to him, she raised an eyebrow of concern toward that person. "Yes he is my partner, his name is T.U." Kay quickly response.

"Can we talk somewhere else, i don't think i can trust your new partner." She stood up as she whisper in Kay's ear, holding her drink. "Wait for me here T.U." T.U nod as Kay speak. Walking wearing a simple black body skirt and a two-straps velvet top might caught his devil eyes, as she feel his gaze starring on parts of her body. "So, let's get back to work, shall we?" she hum her throat to draw his attention, lean her back on the couch she just found in the corner "Sure," he paused and then sit down "Where did you store it now?" He talked as he sip his drink. "In the warehouse near my place. It is fully guarded from head to toes, you might not get through it without losing an eye or maybe your heart if things get worse." She smirked out "But i can help you, if you delete all those clips. Or i can't make sure anything." She tossed her drink on her hand, mixing the ingredients together before sip a bit.

His expression darken but he agreed on her suggestion. Maybe he just agreed for her trust? Afterall, she couldn't neglect all the possible outcomes, she has to repair for the worse. Suddenly, the phone rang, it's Hongjoong calling, Juniel turn her face sideways to take that phone call. "Baby, what are you calling me for?" She pouted as she answer "Do you want something to eat at night?" the voice on the phone reach her ears "Lemme think--fuck--" Out of nowhere, Kay jumped on her body, left her sentence interrupted. His hand crawling on her thigh, tugging her short skirt up, he is trying to get a way with her. A thought of making his way to rape Juniel came to his mind so suddenly, he found it quite interesting. So he did it for fun, to take control of her. Kay and Hongjoong has a feud since he kicked him out of the organization because he snug ATEEZ weapons out to sell for some other smaller groups.

"Where are you Jun ? Tell me now." the phone is still on hold, Hongjoong might just heard all the things. His voice sound cold like a rising storm, she can tell that he's so mad, that scenario bring shiver to her spine. Hearing that, Kay lean down to whisper to her ears "If you tell the truth, i will reveal to him that you're nothing but a betrayer like me." he chuckle under his breathe. "Ah-i am out with my friends," she forced a laughter out "I just s-slip because of the water someone spill on the floor so i swear a bit, there's nothing tho-" she mumble and then continue "I gotta go, it's loud here and my friends wanted me to join them at the dance. See ya at home baby!" She quickly hang up and drop the phone on the table, the position is still the same with Kay on top of her.

She stared at him in disgust then struggle herself out, he let her go since there's no one hearing it anymore. Then she stood up, checking her outfit while swearing in her throat. Kay standing there, smirk in pleased, crossing his arms in front of him, he thought it was fun while he can caused Juniel some type of troubles as her boyfriend did to him those past years.

Suddenly, Juniel felt a hard grab on her arm, she turned around to see San standing there gazing a cold harsh look into the situation. He stood there with Wooyoung - another member of ATEEZ. Look like they were here and see her with Kay from the start. Not even waiting for her to response, San raised an eyebrow then roughly pull her out of the place without saying anything. She struggle to break free but it's useless, he's too strong. Their pace slow down as they reach the parking lot. "Don't do anything to hurt Hongjoong, he loves you." Finished talking, he quickly jumped into his car and drive out of the place, without taking a glance at Juniel's expression.

Ever since that day, San and Wooyoung seem to notice and be aware of Juniel actions more and more. She still sometimes text Kay when she's around all of the guys, also around Hongjoong which irrated San a lot. Watching your best friend's girlfriend cheating and betraying him with somebody else but you can't do anything with it without causing some fuss. San stood there, trying to hold his will to literally throw some fire within those eyes, he clenches his fist hard in anger each time.

San's weird reaction in days has driven Hongjoong attention toward him, which one day ended up with himself holding the barrel of a loaded gun against San's temple. Hongjoong look up sharply, lean himself comfortably on the table behind him, hand holding the trigger and ready to pull anytime. "Don't.ever.touch.her." he grunt under his throat after a smirk. "Huh?-" San gives out a faint smile then take a quick glance of Hongjoong expressions. "Why do you suspect everyone but..i don't know? HER?" he raised a brow up, saying words in a lower tone than usual, hands constantly loosen his tie up. He doesn't even care one bit if Hongjoong is going to shoot him in the head or not, who even care if a stupid mafia boss getting his nose lead by some betrayer. Not him of course, Hongjoong better watch out, if he dies, game over, no one is going to tell him the truth. "Oh shit-" Yunho and Wooyoung who standing across the room, rapidly rush themself toward Hongjoong and San when they realized things are much more WORSE than it look.

"Maybe it's a misunderstood or something," Yunho quickly intterupted the conversation while trying to keep his boss from pulling the trigger "Yeah yeah, San's already has a fiánce." Wooyoung keep up the sentence, standing behind San in worried. "Rachel, her name is Rachel," "There would be no such thing as he liking Juniel, boss!" They all sound shaky in their voices, what if someone going to die ? They wouldn't know, so they gotta make sure no one goes over their limits today or blood will stain the place. Suddenly, they hear a dinstant crack cutting through the air, then the sound of shattered glass echoing loud and clear within the walls. Hongjoong just shot. A pop coming up like a short-distance fireworks, then after that is a sound of metal hit the ground, broken pieces of bullet spread unevenly everywhere. Everyone is shocked while looking at the direction of the noise, except Hongjoong. He slowly drop his gun on the table, then turn his face toward the door saying "I will always trust and forgive her, even though she did wrong things to me. Remember that." Finished the sentence, he walk out the door as if nothing has ever happened. Yunho and Wooyoung let out a breath in relief. "That was close.." Yunho hold his heart "I know right, shit was getting really intense." Wooyoung reply, hands patting Yunho's back. They both go out of the place shortly afterward, the only one left was San, standing there and looking into the void, thinking should he tell him the truth about her? After all those lives and deaths expreriences.

Not so long after, like only 2 hours after that, rumours begin to float around like garbage on the river. Juniel heard all the things about her man willing to kill his bestfriend because of her, about the fuss between her and Kay which caused San in trouble. He must have been killed if there weren't Yunho and Wooyoung there. She couldn't help but feel guilty and disgusted of her own self.

"Hey, it's Juniel, are you free for a drink? Like right now, i need someone to talk to." Juniel pick her phone up and dialing her friend Rachel, she can't bare staying home and thinking about her life decision anymore, she need to go out and talk to someone. Maybe Rachel could help. "Yeah, im quite free at the moment. I could meet you up Jun!" Rachel on the other line reply cheerfully. "Thanks god. I'll text you the address. See ya in like 30 mins?" "Okay, sure, see ya there" They hung up their phones, and preparing to go out.

"Rachel, have a seat then!" Juniel arrived at the place first, sitting herself comfortably at the counter of the bar. "Nice pub! A good place for drinking your sadness away lol." Compliment went out of Rachel mouth as she look at the designs and decorations inside, she didn't forget to make a joke and burst out laughing at the end of her sentence. "Your taste of things are still the same." Talking as Rachel glance at the glass of Margarita on Juniel hand. "Yeah, nothing has really change much since." Juniel sip one bit of her drink, squinting her eyes because of the strong taste of alcohol, then she continue "Strong one. That's why i love this place." "Other places use of alcohol suck, aren't they?" Rachel say as she sit down next to Juniel, hand pointing at a Mojito on the menu. "I'm not a big fan of strong drinks, so imma play it safe tho" She smile and continue "So, what is it all about? Why did you call me out of the blue?" Rachel cross her legs and draw all of her attention to Juniel.

So, not waiting any longer, Juniel started speaking about everything that happened right now, which were driving her insane. "You're afraid, but why did you do that anyway?" Rachel forcefully ask while looking straight at Juniel eyes. She avoid Rachel's look then lean down to sip her drink, clearing her throat "Kay has my secrets. I'm scared of him letting my secrets exposed to Hongjoong." The door suddenly creak a sound, which brings both of their attention toward it. "Oh fuck not again-" Juniel sighs in displeased looking at the people who walking in right now and then whisper "I completely forgot that this place has now under the control of Kay." Hearing it, Rachel clenches her teeth "Oh-speak of the devils, is he the one in white shirt?" "No, it's T.U. his new partner. He is the other guy in black."

They both trying to avoid Kay and T.U. by turning their back to the entrance, but things aren't going the way it should. The footsteps are coming closer and closer then a cold hand suddenly slip on Rachel waist, she startled and glance up for a man in white, trying to have his way with her. "Well look at that, a new girl in town." T.U. say provokingly, fingers on the other hand playing with her hair. Rachel annoyingly push his hand out of the way, she don't want anyone to touch her without her consent, especially a douchebag like him. T.U. hand quickly grab her chin up, hold it into place as he speak to her face "Be a good girl and pleased me for one night, or i will make sure you're not coming out of this place alive baby."

"Well," Juniel click her tongue "you could have sex with her or kill her, but after that, lemme tell ya, it's more dead than alive." She stand up watching the view, didn't forget to say a statement to his face. He probably won't want to see Rachel's fiánce got mad. No one want to. "Take it easy Jun, i wanna see T.U. have his way with your friend." Kay hold Juniel hand back, which is reaching out to push T.U. hand away from Rachel face, and give out a smirk. Juniel stare at Kay in disgusted while Rachel struggle her way out of T.U. hands. The pub getting heated up by the situation.

"Tsk, call Hongjoong!" Rachel keep her voice downn as she say, enough for for two people to hear, herself and Juniel. "I can't. If Hongjoong meet Kay, shits will turn into a disaster." Juniel whisper back. "How about i call...San?" Rachel nervously mention. "I won't really recommend that tho.." They exchange eye contact in fears. They fell in silence for a few minutes, those man eyes still lock on Juniel and Rachel. Then Juniel decided to go down and try to negotiate (thương lượng) to the mans about letting them go.

Suddenly, Rachel phone rang, it's San calling. She is too afraid to pick up her phone because she is being caught up inside a not-very-pleasant situation so she don't wanna bother San dealing with this, and maybe if she pick up, that guy named T.U. will start to annoy the shit out of him. Ting! a text message coming up from San, help pulling her out of her own thoughts, which said: "Pick up the phone! Don't let me find out where you are right now." While Rachel hesitated should she pick up or not, T.U. and his sly hands quickly steal her phone, he pick up right after. "Where are you?" - the cold icy voice coming out of the phone. "Oh, im having fun with these guys in the pub." T.U. answer and the other line hang up right away. T.U. burst out a laugh and give her phone back, while Rachel eyes widen with suprised, that thing happened so fast she can barely react.

About five minutes after, San and Hongjoong both show up at the door, bringing Yunho and Wooyoung to the place. They kicking the door in, three of them having guns on their hands, only San came in with nothing. Hongjoong started speaking in a serious tone, hands loading his gun. "So, tell me Jun, why did you want to steal the weapons for Kay?" He then receive no answer from her, Juniel has placed her eyes down the floor since she saw him walking in, trying to avoid eye-contact as much as possible. "Ah-because i have negotiated to sell those weapon to an oganization in America, but ATEEZ got it first. So i asked her to steal it for me." Kay reply in rejoice. "Sure. Yunho, take the weapons and give it to him." Hongjoong turn his head and give his command out for Yunho. "Yes sir."

"And Kay, after you have had your weapon, i don't wanna see you have things to do with Juniel ever again." Hongjoong grunt and look at Kay straight in the eyes. Those piercing gaze Hongjoong give out could possibly kill someone. "But, beside that, you don't know what had Juniel done with me." Kay seems unpleased with the situation being so easy for Hongjoong to handle, he thinks if he give all the weapons out things will end? Not so early my friend, challenges need to be made. He painted a faint smile on his lips as he walk closer to Hongjoong, provokingly speaking. A loud bang then appeared, too loud to hear clearly, then after that it sound as small as a whistle. It's a close range gunshot.

Looking down on the floor, Kay's lying there, no state of life remain. Blood spill all over the place, it stain the walls, brain and skull pieces flew all the way across the room. People yelling and screaming, finding their way out of the mess, someone has already passed out. And there standing Hongjoong, look lifeless as he just has been forced to finished the prey. Rachel has already stayed in San arms when that gun shot burst out, San is fast enough to guess the thing that will happened as he pulled Rachel in right on time.

Cold words coming out of Hongjoong mouth again "Even that, you don't have the right to insult Juniel." He then turn his back and walk out without looking back. Leaving Juniel standing there, not knowing what to do or how to feel, she just standing there like a statue. He's filled with anger and disapointment. Why did someone he loves so much betray him like that ? What should he do right now ? Will there be a way out of this mess ? He keep his head ruined with his thoughts spilling every way possible.

Watching Hongjoong leaving, San then make his way toward T.U., who is standing there in fear since his partner died in front of him. San grab his shirt up by both hands, angry voice growling under his throat. "What did you do to her ?" As he talk, his fists clench tighter and tighter like he wanted to lift T.U. up the ground and throw him dead in the corner. "Noth-ing. Just a litt-ttle teasing that is-s it sir." T.U. mumble as if he's scared of losing his own life like his partner here. If he didn't back down from it, he might get killed and oh god that doesn't sound good. A punch then come out of nowhere, landed on T.U. face, everyone in that pub can clearly hear the thump moving sound as San fist collide to the cheek bones area of T.U. After that, T.U. whole body collasped on the ground, blood leaking through the corner of his mouth, maybe San broke his nose too because that punch was hard as hell. "So, what do you say?" Saying as San drag T.U. face of the ground, making him look straight to his face. "I won't ever-r come around her again sir-r" San tilted his head and smile happily "Good then."

Then he drop T.U. back to place, eyes glancing at his bruised knuckles. "Why do i always have to do such things tsk." he said to himself as he stand up, put his hand slowly back into the pants pocket. "Sorry for letting you see this Rachel." then he bow down to apologized. "Ah-it's nothing San." Rachel reply, eyes looking other ways "Shall we go now ?" He reach his hand out, Rachel quickly understand his intention, she put her hand onto his then they walk out of the pub.

As they were walking, San forcefully ask "So, what did he do to you ? Did he touch you somewhere ?" "He touched me everywhere." Rachel make a pitty face as if its the truth. His holding hand suddenly loosen up, his breathe got faster and veins coming out of his neck as they going to pop out anytime "Wait for me as i come back and kill that guy." he growl under his breathe, words come after words filled with anger. "No-no, i was kidding-" Rachel say in nervous while trying to grab his arm and pull him back from causing more trouble "He just touched me at the waist and that's all." Her voice got smaller and smaller, after finished the sentence, her grab on his arm start to loosen up, she look at her feet, helplessly waiting for an angry San to grow out of him. "Fuck i caused trouble for myself." - she said that to herself as she felt San getting closer to her. "Come with me." San say as he pull her arm with force, push her into the backseat of the car.

"Uh-what-?!?" Rachel confusingly response as her back hit the leather seat of the car, her whole body lie weirdly in the backseat. Unluckily, 'waiting' is not in San dictionary, he rapidly narrowing the distance between him and her, his face now only an inch futher from her face, he then adjust his leg right in between her thighs as he lean closer. San hands are parallel outside of Rachel head, holding her into place while his leg sliding upward her skirt which made her skirt to roll up. "So, you said you've lied to me? For fun?" He smirk as he watch her thigh starting to rub against each other, her face lit up in rosy color, her hands trying to cover her 'nearly' exposed self. "I didn't mean to-San." Her voice somehow sound broken, which appear to San ear as a beautiful choir from the one he loves. "Really ?" He lower his head and whisper provokingly into her ear, which send shiver and goosebump through all of her body. She squint her eyes, try not to feel the thing which run in her veins right now.

He then put his hand sideways to her waist line, the coldness from his hand make her body jump a bit. "Now i know why he touch your waist first-" his slender fingers seize her waist then he continue "because it's exposed to his eyes." She bite her lower lips, trying not to let out any possible sound. His eyes then glance slowly from her head to her toes, she look so beautiful, like a dream come true, he want to save her picture right now in his mind and never let it fade away. Then he slowly kiss her lips, a kiss felt light like a feather, she kiss him back as a respone. Their tongue intertwined to each other, her hand crossed on his neck, pulling him closer. Take that as a yes, he begin to devour her lips like a starving animal which haven't eaten anything for days. His grip on her waist became tighter, their breathe rapidly become one, they let out moans and groan within their throat. They soon let each other out to catch some air, her face is getting hotter than ever, both of their heaving chest risen up and down desperately finding some oxygen in the narrow space.

His eyes then drop at her neck and collarbones which now covered with drops of sweat, make it shine so marviously in the faded and flickering lights. He then lean down, bite and leave some red marks on it. She give out a soft moan then quickly try to cover it with her hand. "Let me hear you." He remove her hand from her mouth and roughly pin it to the back as he undo his tie and use it to secure her hand on top, then tying the tie on the door handle. "If you don't like it, i could stop and untie you. But only when you say so." He started his movement down there, knee touching and circling around her already soaken part. She let out a moan, louder than before "Good girl." He praise her as he slowly move his hand down, fingertips touching her neck, her collarbone, her waist then her part. She couldn't stop shivering by his actions, his touches. He start putting his hand inside her panties and massage it in a circular motion gently as he watch her reaction. She squint her eyes together, biten her lips and turn her head sideways, soft moans still leak out of her mouth even though she try so hard to conceal them up. Putting a kiss on her forehead, he slide his index finger inside her, a suprised groan crawl out of her mouth, her body twitching and squirming while her pussy leaking more juice out. He begin to move slowly in and out, trying to make her experience more comfortable. He then put another finger in, stretching her out carefully as she try to struggle free from the restrain, sweats begin to form on her forehead, moans started to fall out uncontrollably. "You really sucking me in. Such a good slut for me." A passionate kiss is now formed on both of their lips, like the wave of desire come over and take both of them out of the land, they hungrily explore each other throat while their tongues dancing inside. His finger pace then become faster and deeper, he curl his fingers to find her g-spot and then he knew hit them perfectly when she try to struggle his fingers out of her with broken moans and shaken legs. "Fuck-you're so hot." he whisper on her ears, still keeping that pace of his fingers. "San-n-i can-t." She mumble as she squeeze his finger, her words barely formed into sentence. "I'm not done yet." His tongue travel around her exposed neck, licking and sucking its way around while his hand still doing its job so damn well. He then roll her top up, reveal her beautiful breast, his teeth biting her nipples, tongue swirling around in circle, sometime suck it hard to make her moan out. Her moans are music to his ears.

"S-an--im going to c-um." She tremble, legs twitching together, herself sucking and squeezing his finger like it wanna trap those inside her, eyes closing and mouth can't help but open wide as she reach her limits. He body temperature risen up like a volcano ready to explode, she squirming and let out broken moans once again. "Then cum for me like a slut you are." His words have pulled the trigger inside her, she let out all of her on his fingers. Heaving chest, shaken legs, blurry vision after she let it all out. "You taste good, as always." He say with a smirk as he suck his fingers in pleased. "Don't talk to me like that." She avoid eye-contact with him because he probally gonna tease her if he saw her blushing face. She then sign 'untie me' as she look at her hand and wiggle around. After untied her, he help her fixing herself and clothes up, also wiping all the filty things they just done a few minutes ago. "Now shall we head home princess?" he smile as he jump in front and take the wheel, not forget to check her up one last time. "Sure baby. I need to take a bath as soon as possible, this itchiness is now killing me thanks to you." She glance at him in anger. "Oops, my bad princess. I guess i could make it up to you by cleansing you up when we get home ? How about that ?" He chuckle as if he has just made a funny joke which embarrassed her. "Shut up and drive or i will kill you." She threaten him as the wheel rolling on the way.

Juniel finally arrived home after the whole incidence. Her mind is now drown in puzzled, in thoughts, in regrets and in apologizes. Walking in their shared bedroom looking as dead as ever, her eyes get caught up within Hongjoong gaze. His gaze was cold, cold as ice and in that moment, she can't remember how he normally were. How sparkly those eyes were only for her, how his smile curl up beautifully when she push the door and came in, how he shown his affection toward her,..it's now all blank.

Like a white torn paper. Blank and Ruined.

"Hongjoong, you can decide how you gonna take my life right now, im not gonna fight back or something like that." She stood at the door, looking at him straight but he's just narrow his eyes down, focusing on the laptop which was on his lap. "Get that thought aside." He look up, closing his laptop. "No one's going to die tonight. But in this mean time-" He toss his legs down, put his hand in his pocket and walk toward her. His eyes landed on her face and on her expression, he wonder what's going on in her beautiful yet mystery mind. Does she love him or is it just a game for two ? Will he win this or will her take that mighty tittle from him ? He won't know, nobody knows.

"-you have to make up your mind and answer this question: have you ever love me, or not." his figure stood tall in front of her, his voice turn strict and it sound as a command, the way his words always affect everybody but her. "This house, you can stay for as long as you need-" he paused and take a deep breathe, his eyes avoid her face, as if he's torn if these words get spoken out. "-But, if you decide that you're not in love with me anymore, you can simply go, and from that moment, we won't be involed within each other life anymore." he then let out a light pat on her head, his fingertips may want to linger longer on each strand of her soft dark hair but he couldn't, his hand fall down in a fist as he put his hand in the pocket and go out.

The words ruined her, as a dull knife get stab inside of her heart, the veins covered it were struggle to remain its beat as the knife dance itself around in circles to damage the already bruising wound. Blood start streaming out of holes inside her body, her guts get twisted, the pain is now too much to endure. She collapsed on the floor, water start to form inside the corner of her eyes, the world then turn blurry as if its drowning. "I've ruined every-damn-thing." she growl in desperated, her nails unconciously stratching the wooden floor making unbearable noise. Drop of warm tears landed on the ground, mix with the crimson color of her blood spilling through the tip of her fingers.

"Fuck-" Yunho ran up stairs as he hear strandled and broken noise. When did he have the key? "Are you okay?" He nervously pick her up on the ground, blood is still leaking and dropping on the floor along with her tears, which create a beautiful and wild picture of the kinda fuckup mixture. "Boss tell me to look after you when he's away but fuck- i don't think it can be this worse."

"Ah-it's fine, really." She blink her watery eyes then get herself back to reality, she is now sitting on her bed when Yunho kneel himself under it to dress her wounds. "Aish-" she squint her eyes because of the pain. "Is it hurt?" he stop his motions and look up to check her "Just tingling a bit." she paused "Thank you for coming." her eyes drop at her fingertips, slowly check out the sore from her movements. "It's a command from boss, i couldn't do any different." "Sure thing. You can leave now, i will take it from here." she toss her eyes out as a sign, he then stand up, bow before her and leave, not forget to say something on his way out "Please take care miss."

The night she spent without Hongjoong beside her was long, longer than expected. The flickering lights outside the building, the cold breeze came through the window, the breathy sound she made while laying in her bed, slow music playing in the background,..it all formed in a large empty space - their home - used to feel like home to be exact.

She lay there wide awake all night, watching the sky change it's apperance as time went by. From the color of enternal crimson, illuminated itself behind endless skyscraper, to the fresh rosy glow hidden itself behind those soft looking clouds. All of that turn out more than enough to calm the rising storm within her mind and her heart, maybe just for a short amount of time.

There were no sign of her boyfriend in the house, he would be always sitting at the kitchen table and wait for her to come down to have breakfast together. But today, he's nowhere to be seen, which break her heart a little bit. Trying not to think too much about his disappearance, she grabbed some left over stuffs in the fridge for somewhat called breakfast and sat herself down the table.

"Hey, it's me again, are you currently free ? i was going to grab you for some early coffee." she dialed her phone and called Rachel once again. "Ah-im sorry i can't go with you today, i have some kind of idk- sore in my body so, it won't be comfortable for me to go out." the voice sound like a whisper as someone just got woke up from her sleep "Oh- okay, take your time resting at home." She paused and took a deep breathe, "But-uhm-can i ask you something?" the words spilled out her mouth in hesitae. "Im listening." Rachel voice tone got lower, which is now feel like a serious bussiness.

"What can i do right now, like along with the whole incident nights ago, Hongjoong did ask me something and i am now torn different direction-" Juniel paused and let silence get a whole of it "I mean- Jun," Rachel voice glow up through the phone in a serious and comforting way "i know you regret what you've done toward him, and shit got worse because you try to hide things, but now it's your chance to make it up and be honest with him..He loves you as passionated as he could, that's why he is now hurting. Real bad wounds you've made lol." Rachel chuckle at the end of her sentence. She then put force into each words that went out of her mouth which stumbled into the other line "Learn from it." After those last words, Rachel hang up, the conversation get cut half-way.

A sign of that call get her mind back on track, she slide through her phone, wanting to call and check on her boyfriend but she texted him instead. 'Hongjoong, will you be home for dinner? I got something to tell you.' - A text was sent, Juniel don't want to bother him by calling and get herself in trouble after hearing his voice. Not so long after, she receive a reply.

'I'm out for bussiness, i will be back after 2 days and then we can talk. I guess you have your answer now right, so see you then.'

'Okay, then see ya! Take care.'

She drop her phone on her bed, burried her face down the piles of pillows. "2 days." she whisper to her ceiling "then its all or nothing."

Two days went by, standing in front of her is her dearest boyfriend - her boss - the leader of ATEEZ - Kim Hongjoong. He look a lot leaner than the last time she saw him. His jawline is looking way more sharpen than a knife and can easily cut through his thin layer of skin, his cheekbone raise higher than before which made his cheeks sink down. How did he become so slender in that short amount of time ?

"Have you had dinner yet ?" The weirdest sentence ever formed getting spoken from Hongjoong mouth. "What? What do you mean?" She startled by surprised, unconciously took a step back in worried. "I said, have you had dinner yet ?" He say that once again and look at her straight in the eyes as he raise one brow up. He look very concern and strange. "I have already but-" "Good. I've already had dinner on my way home. Go to sleep dear, it's late." He interrupt her sentence then took his turn to walk out the living room. "Wait-i do love you."

Her grip on his shirt force him back as he try to sneak away from a serious conversation she wanted to build since like 3 days ago. "I meant it, i love you Hongjoong."

"Yeah i know, that's why you're still here." he rub her head, his eyelids close slowly "Hear me and go to sleep first" he say as he walk away from hern leaving her disapointed. "But you know what babe,?" he suddenly stop and angle his head sideway "I can forgive you sweetheart, you and only you, but i can't forgive for the thing you've done to me that easily."

She then found her wrist being pulled with extreme force, his fingers wrap around it tightly as if it can leave marks. His movements were furious, she can barely stay in balance with her own foot. "I mean, you've been a bad girl." Her back touch harshly in the cold wall behind, his elbow land on both side of her head and a grunt came out, leaning himself closer to watch each of her expressions. "My bad. I'm sorry.." Her eyes stick to the ground as she speak "Look at me." His slender finger lift her chin up. Their eyes then collided, once look shuttered as it tried to hide it true feelings, once look heavy in sadness. "Things wouldn't have gone bad if i didn't accept the offer. I was scared- I.." She mumble in her throat, her voice get broken and her eyes get teary as she try to speak.

But in a split second, her cries get stuck between his lips, his kiss is so addicting yet painful to the touch. He slide his tongue inside her mouth angrily and wandering around like a lost child finally found his perfect home, he crazily bite her tongue and her lips until they both feel the taste of iron.

Red and sticky liquid spill of the corner of their mouth, which then turn out to become too painful to bear, she try to get away from the animal but he's too strong. Being a boss of a mafia organization has trained him to be powerful and fearless. She's been pinned into her place like a figure of animal hung on the wall as a reward, after an exhausting hunting session.

Can't move, can't scream.

She struggle in his restrain, crying and begging him to let go. But he didn't seem to care much about her reaction, he continue to devour her hungrily. "Bad girl need to learn how to behave." He then push her down on the bed, finally letting air to fill her heaving lungs once again. He brush the hair out of her face, take his time to admire the figure of his beloved one, who's covered in sweat, breathy sound and broken moans, before he fuck the life out of her. "Know that i love you." A kiss drop on her forehead, warning about the thing will happen after that. An angry session of sex maybe ? But she's too worn out to respond probally, just let out a light breathy moan as an answer. His intention today isn't pure. That's what she know.

Days after, things might have gone back to normal, nobody act weird as the days before anymore. But, they all have to (or try to) pretend that the incidence hasn't happened, beside that it's all good til the moment T.U walked in with a bunch of people carrying weapons.

"Long time no see boss." T.U carry a rifle on his shoulder, looking bossy as he rule the place. Hongjoong raise his head, cock a brow then calmly spin the pen in his hand "Why do you come here?" He ask stony. San's head turn backward as Hongjoong speak up to see who's standing at the door sound so fucking cockily. "Ah-you again?" San say as he turn back, slowly sip on his cup of tea.

"To keep it short," T.U smirk "I want ATEEZ. A whole army behind me won't take a no as an answer." He walk closer to Hongjoong's desk, dragging his rifle on the ground creating annoying sound. Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang then pull their gun out and take a step foward to protect their boss. Hongjoong lift a hand up as a sign for them to stand back from the arguement. "As a person who needs another country help, my bad if i offend you Yakuza, that's a bold statement for you to say oh boy." Hongjoong stand up and let out a smile, he push the chair out to create a space for him to walk out. The sound of his shoes touching the floor echoing the silent place. Yakuza is another big mafia organization, it's like ATEEZ but in Japan. Hongjoong expression didn't change a bit, maybe he let out a small smirk as how stupid T.U. is to mess with ATEEZ. San still sitting there, sitting and sipping his tea in peace, bother about nothing, even when the situation is getting in the nerve of people around here.

Hongjoong and T.U. now standing face to face with each other, the atmosphere is becoming more intense as time goes by. "Don't make me to fire any bullet. Which will mean war to everyone in here." T.U. voice raise up as a threat and he continue "Beside, look at the amount of people right here, my guys are way much more compare to yours." He make an action of brushing dirt on Hongjoong's shoulder and burst out laughing.

"You disgust me." Hongjoong push T.U. hand away from his shoulder and keep a straight face as he talk. He loosen his tie and put both of his hand in his pant pocket. T.U. startled as he think Hongjoong was going to pull out the gun, his hand movement shutter while he try to pull his rifle up for protection. "Relax. I won't shoot this soon." Hongjoong chuckle then turn his back and walk toward his desk, as he was walking, he felt a cold metal barrel reaching his head.

"Don't fucking test me." T.U. grunt in his throat, his finger got closer to the trigger. All of the ATEEZ member startled and point their gun in T.U. direction, Yakuza did the same thing to ATEEZ. Dead silence filled the room.

"Stay put. Im going to check things out there." Juniel whisper firmly as she slowly lower her body and crawl out to study the situation. Juniel and Rachel were making some kind of deserts in the kitchen while they heard metal sound smashing around and some strangers voice. "Is something wrong?" Rachel ask quietly, avoid creating loud noise. "As I observed, they're going to have a gun firing, soon." Juniel nervously say as she loaded her gun, put her hand on the trigger.

"There there," San turn around as he speak, he slowly put his cup down, the sound of it and the sound of his calmly voice draw everyone attention. He cross his legs, eyes piercing forward. "Don't be so impatient like that. Let's talk things through, shall we?" He sound exactly like a bussinessman dealing an offer to a customer, cautious and reliable. "What do you want to talk about, huh?" The gun now turn its head toward San "You wanna play with me right? Im not done with the last time you nearly hit me to death, Choi San." T.U. angrily put force into each of his words, finger still set into the trigger.

San suddenly burst out laughing, T.U. akwardly look at his reaction, his grip on the trigger then loosen a bit. That's the chance, Hongjoong quickly pull the gun out of its place in his belt and fire a shot. Waitting no more, a gun firing start as soon as the first bullet flew out of its barrel. "Shit-too soon Hongjoong." San swear as he try to find a place to hide under those bullet rain. Yunho quickly cover as he slide a gun toward San, took no time wondering, San grab the gun and loaded it as soon as possible and find his way to fire.

Hongjoong stand there, firing non-stop towards T.U., trying hard to hit him in his deadly part and finish him, but the unequal part of the individuals cause him lots of troubles. Wooyoung deadass seriously come to the gun battle with his shotgun and dagger for a close range fight. Yeosang hide behind the counter as he try to contact the others to come and give them a hand, sometimes look up and throw greenades toward the enemies and often terribly knock down some walls and funitures. Yunho stand beside Hongjoong as his right arm and kill anyone who stood in the way with his favorite uzi.

"Oh my god they're fighting do they?" Rachel ask in concern but don't expect an answer while the firing sound keep getting louder and sharper. "I need to keep you safe." Juniel say as her hand drop on Rachel's. "Don't worry." Not so long after Juniel ended her comforting sentence, a loud shout then appeared.

"BOSS!!" Yunho shout as Hongjoong fall down right beside him, Hongjoong then took his last effort to fire one last bullet towards T.U. The bullet spin itself around, swirling and cutting through thick air and smoky scene, land right on T.U. heart while he cockily watch Hongjoong fall. Not the right time to laugh i mean. T.U. collapsed not so long after, his heart stopped beating in that right moment.

Juniel quickly rush over to check Hongjoong out in the zone of falling bullets, not even afraid of herself getting killed. Fuck it her boyfriend has been shot and she couldn't do a thing about it. Wooyoung and Yeosang take the responsible of clearing the path which lead to Hongjoong place. They, included San, surrounded Hongjoong in circle, bullet spin out non-stop from outside trying to protect the inner circle.

"Fuck im running out of bullets"

"Me too"

"Shit-"

"What do we do now ?"

"Die. Duh."

"I have some spare knives if you want?"

"Give it to me and stop fucking around will ya?"

They argue as the Yakuza narrow their distance, ATEEZ bullets starting to weakly approach their enemies. "As my count, 1-2-3 GO!" San shout as a command, just wait for that, they all turn to different direction and throw blades, sliding the enemies neck open. But this plan can't hold for long. Knives vs Guns? Fucking kidding me.

Juniel has tried her best to covered the wounds but he's bleeding too much through the veins of his neck. She tried to put pressure on his blood shot neck by her shirt, tried to keep him concious, tried to save his life. But, nothing gonna change the fact that he's already dead minutes after all of her efforts. The wound was too deep, hit right through the main veins of his neck which caused blood boiling out like a freaking waterfall. Watching her man fall in front of her, slowly giving his life up but damn he's fucking not forgeting to smile and comfort her that things would be alright before he gone - afterall. His delicate hair strings stuck into his beautifully shaped face, his eyes closed shut, his smile still lingered on his lips. Fuck that shit, everything about him was so beautiful and yet, hurt as hell. She paint out a smile, slowly touch every corner of his face to memorize it, intertwined her hands to his as the body gone cold. A kiss drop on his forehead, she mumble those three words with a smile before standing up and put herself in the fight.

"Don't fucking fuck with me and my guys." Now the circle has one more person, the only person who has a fully loaded gun. Juniel start to fire her bullets, tears covered her eyes but the thing is, those tears won't stop her from killing. Anger grow in her eyes, burning flames and dead bodies. She has to get herself back together and killing is the right thing to do now. Aim restlessly at people and watch them fall down like a castle of cards facing the wind.

One by one. Dead.

Red vision. Darken eyes.

"Shit-" San just got shot on his chest as he swear, one hand put pressure on the wound. They're all hurted, one place or another. Not one man is safe and sound. Oh well except Rachel - she's hiding and turn more worry after she heard San swear of the pain, her fingertips collide to each other, her palm begin to sweat uncontrolably as she pray to herself everything would be fine.

Then suddenly a group of ATEEZ trainees come in, armored to their core, firing every enemies down. "Wow, so soon!" Yeosang drop down on the floor, provokingly say as he glare deathly at the leader of that group.

"Good job guys we fucking lost our boss" Yunho rub his messy hair while looking at Hongjoong body and sigh. "I will fucking kill you all after today." Wooyoung threaten, point of each of the individuals. Rachel has now came out to take care of San wound with an emergency kit on her hand. "Let me handle it, it might hurt a bit" Rachel say softly as she open San shirt and try to pull the pieces of bullet out by a twizzer. A tiny ouch leak out of San mouth, which Rachel find it cute and funny at the same time. Finished covering San wound to stop it from the infection, she then continue "First aid, then you all will go to the hospital." She then turn herself over and take care of others wounds carefully.

"Juniel, you got some slit in your arms and waist." She look up and find Juniel slowly close her eyes and shake her head as a no. After that, her figure dissapeared with Hongjoong body. "That might take a while." San sighs sadly, leaning himself back and try to move his chest up and down. "Keep an eye on her, please." Rachel speak up, almost sound like begging, her eyes filled with worry. "Sure, we will. Don't worry." Wooyoung answer quickly, gazing his eyes through all those dead bodies in front of him.

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theburningsensationofpoetry · 6 years

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Understandable consequences (horror lover Jeremy)

Jeremy couldn’t guess what he did wrong.

Everyone at the school was...staring at him. All the glares from fellow students where starting to bug him.

From 7:45 to now he had been constantly stared at. Most likely to punish him from his one mistake.

His dad already took everything he had from him, so now being stared down like he killed someone was starting to break him down.

He had to go without all his Halloween aesthetic for more of a…normal style.. Instead of a black grim light jacket, that was covered in skull patterning, he was left with a pastel pink cardigan with a floral design. Instead of spiders on his shirt, he had a plain white t-shirt. Too bland. His pants where normal jeans, and his face was not covered in an inch of makeup. His earrings that were shaped as eye balls are gone.

He doesn’t mind any pastel colors, it’s just the idea he is not having his spooky style on him. It makes him insecure, like he was being crushed alive. And all the stares weren’t making it any better.

But now the worst, the worst possible thing that could happen is his best friend. His crush. The only one that can tolerate him, is so mad at him.

You can call Jeremy low-empathetic, but Jeremy did not understand how Michael felt. Honestly, Jeremy felt like he had the worst of it.

Everything that made him feel safe and secure was gone. They ripped him of his privilege. Of being himself.

Jeremy was broken from his thoughts as a bell rang so loud, but luckily indicating lunch.

Tossing his books and homework in his bag he quickly made it to the bathroom to take a leak. I mean don’t you got to pee in real life, why can’t jeremy in fanficton.

As he went inside he saw Rich washing his hands and popping them in the sink.

Rich was ignoring him. Not even a simple hello was said as Jeremy made his way to the bathroom stall to go pee.

As he unzipped his pants rich spoke, making Jeremy flinch “you know you still haven’t apologized to Michael.” Rich was leaning against the stall, letting out a forced laugh. “I was starting to think that day you were cool. You know? Wouldn’t hurt a fly. But that really stung you know? After all we all been through. After I explained what I felt like before the squip? Remember that Jeremy. And what you told Michael. How you felt during the squip..”

“Rich, what are you getting at?” Jeremy whisked out finishing his peeing biz.

“Suicide and death? That ain’t a joke bud.

I know you just don’t get it as well as others. And I don’t blame you for making a joke or prank. But it was wrong. So wrong. Do you remember what I told you?”

“I-“

Jeremy does. He choked.

“I felt so suicidal man..”

“The squip made me feel like something.”

“Then when it was going to destroy me. I didn’t even hesitate to set the fire. I almost killed myself dude….”

That set a lightbulb in Jeremy’s brain he stuttered out a response “I’m-im so sorry rich. Fuck that was so wrong of me. I didn’t think-i didn’t even guess that you would be so..”

“Affected? It’s fine, but I’m not the one you should apologize to. Like I’ll be honest, it stung a little that you would even joke like that, but I’m a bit tougher now and You get used to it. But you know who you should talk to.”

Jeremy thought for a moment, it was pretty obvious wasn’t it?

“Michael?”

“Michael.” Rich hummed back confirming Jeremy’s thoughts. rich decided escapes the bathroom allowing Jeremy to finish up.

But before he left he spoke one final time “you know… think about it for a sec. just to make sure you say the right thing. And thanks for understanding jer.”

“Thanks for making me understand rich.”

Jeremy did think about it. A lot actually. Michael was his best friend of 13 years. He told him after the squip how insecure he was. How much it hurt.

Michael was scared. The only time he was scared was in 6th grade when Jeremy found comfort in Halloween for the first time.

Michael is never scared. Michaels heart doesn’t pound like it did. Michaels face doesn’t pale up like it did. That wasn’t normal michael.

Normal Michael is happy go lucky, forgiving, kind, energetic, playful.

This was a Michael he had never truly seen before. He was scared, guilt ridden, he didn’t want to hurt Jeremy.

It made Jermey want to punch himself. All of lunch was spent looking, thinking, seeing Michael.

He was wrong to prank Michael with the nooses. He was wrong to prank rich. He shouldn’t have pranked anyone like that. He told Michael that he wanted to die, and this prank? This prank was so wrong of him to do to his best friend.

He decided at play rehearsal he would publicly apologize to everyone. For that horrific scare.

“Chris, the lights aren’t supposed to be on the stage.” Michael croaked from the tech booth.

“Yes they are sir.”

“Rich!? Your supposed to be on stage! This is tech week! Not-“

“Sh”

“What”

“Shh!”

“No!”

“SHHHHHHH” Rich put his hands on michaels mouth and head locked him. “Listen, something important is going down before theatre starts. We aren’t even supposed to be here because mr. Reyes is sick, so just watch.”

Michael reluctantly slipped away and looked at the stage.

He saw a bright pink fella entering on stage left.

“Oh god dammit rich.”

It was Jeremy. He was so angry at that boy. His goriest obsession has gone to far, to close for comfort. Michael was fuming with anger.

“Uh, hi. Everyone here.” Jeremy spoke, not with his usual diaphragm voice, just a nervous voice. That set red flags in michaels head. “I came here to formally apologize for my actions.” Jeremy got a bit louder to hear. “I-I it was wrong of me. I should prank people, I’m the only one laughing. One prank is down. But what I made a joke of was so so wrong. Suicide and death. It isn’t a joke. And I hurt all the people I trust. I really hope you all can forgive me. Not today, but a later date maybe.” Jeremy seemed to be finished, until he spoke again.

“And I’m really sorry Michael. I know it hurt you especially, it was so wrong. I’m never going to do that again.”

He gave a nod to the small audience and walked off stage with his hands clenched.

“So what did you think of that performance?” Rich asked putting his bag on his shoulder and turning off the lights.

“I need to talk to him.” Michael said not listening to Rich.

He packed his things and ran to find Jeremy.

@i-used-to-wear-the-fedora I made this for the au that I love and though I’m not the best writer, have this. :3

#horror lover jeremy #boyf riends #i cant remeber the actaul au name so have this #uhhh #rich goranski #michael mell #jeremy heere #be more chill #bmc #uhhh yeah #mr. heere is mentioned

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xiaojusaur · 6 years

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Beta Affair pt.2

A/N: wow! I didn’t thought this would have so much positive feedback! Im so happy! Thanks so much! As a thank you I’ll leave you part two here. I spent all day writing and editing! I hope you like it! Of course let me know if you like it and if you’d like part 3!

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You woke up thinking about Taehyung. Why? He was a stranger at the other end of the world.

You checked the time on your phone, it was 1:00 pm. You stretched and scratched your eyes, you were still drowsy.

Taehyung should be sleeping, considering that at Korea should be around 2 am. You decided to wait to play at night with him but then you remembered that he said it was rare that his friend let him play.

Fuck, you would have to email him since that was the only way to communicate for now.

You continued with your daily normal life, you couldn’t just wait doing nothing all day.

You texted your friends about it. They were all sketchy but in part they were excited, they wanted to know more.

You waited till 12 am and wrote him an email

Catfish much?

Hey, so I decided you’re real enough. I’ll give you my number so it’s easier to communicate. xxx-xxx-xxx

A few minutes later you received a reply

Desperate much?

Oh so you decided you want to talk? I should ignore you. But I’m going to give you attention. I’ll call you in a few 😘

You started to get nervous. He was going to call you, not text you but call you.

A few minutes later your phone started ringing, a strange number on the screen. You figured it was him and with trembling hands you pressed answer.

“Hello?” you said kinda nervous.

“What? You’re nervous? I didn’t know I had that effect on you.” He said chuckling.

“Shut up. I didn’t think you would call.”

“Well, I did. What’s up?”

“Not much, I was bored and well, I was waiting for you to play but then I remembered what you said.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me play today.” He said pouty.

“So what are you doing?” you asked curiously, your voice sounding sweeter than usual.

“Im just here laying on bed, just scrolling through my phone.” His voice sounded so calmed, it was soothing. “What about you?”

“I’m just here playing Overwatch, kinda bored without you.” What? You were talking without thinking.

“Aww you miss my annoying ass?”

“Yeah, that’s why I miss you, because you’re annoying.” Good save.

“So, would you let me see your face or you gonna keep the mystery for when we meet in person?” He was making fun of you.

“I might, who knows. Maybe if you see my face you won’t talk to me again.”

“Don’t say that, you probably are pretty. Your voice sounds sweet, I bet your voice goes well with your face.” You felt your cheeks going red.

“I-I’m not sure about that but okay. I’m kinda soft today, that’s why I sound like this but I would say I’m pretty wild.”

“Hmmmm...” he hummed and the sound vibrated through all of your skin. “So that means I should enjoy this while it last?”

“Pretty much.”

“Alright. So Y/N, how old are you? I’m 24.”

“That’s great, Im 24 too,” you said too excited.

“Wow this was meant to be,” he said no smooth at all.

“Oh...” you blushed again.

“What’s wrong darling, a mice ate your tongue?” His voice changed, it was deeper and sexier. He chuckled and you got goosebumps from the sound.

“I’m not your darling,” you said defensive.

“Feisty aren’t you?” He laughed

“Shut up.”

He changed the subject quickly. “Anyways, little demon, I’m going next week to USA. Are you up to meet me?”

“Where exactly are you going?”

“New York. Im going to a gaming convention with some friends, we’re going to a tournament.”

“It’s pretty far from me but I can always roadtrip with some friends.” You said already thinking about telling your friends.

“Somebody’s excited. That means you do want to meet up. Let me know, we can hang out, go to clubs if that’s what you like or have some gaming nights.”

“I actually don’t hang out a lot but if it’s for a special occasion I don’t mind.” So naive!

“Did you just tell me I’m special? Should I feel touched?” He said with fake amusement.

“Shut up, I didn’t say that. Anyways, how long are you going to be here?”

“Two weeks. We’re gonna hang around. If you want to bring friends you can, that way my friends won’t get bored.”

You heard on the back some knocks on a door and then heard someone ask “Who you talking to?”

He answered normally to whoever it was “A friend.”

“I’m just gonna take s nap. So don’t mind me. Please if you’re gonna have phone sex don’t be loud.”

“What the hell?!” You thought you only said that in your mind but it escaped your lips accidentally.

“Don’t worry, he’s joking.” He then started talking in korean, you didn’t understood shit.

“That’s disrespectful, to talk on a language I don’t know.” You said fake angry.

“Sorry, Im just telling him he’s making you uncomfortable with his jokes.”

“I don’t mind actually.” And then you yawned.

“Oh oh, someone’s getting sleepy! What time is it there?”

“It’s 2:00 am,” you said with a sleepy voice.

“You should go to rest a little. Gotta have that beauty sleep.”

“Yeah, I should go. Thanks for calling I guess.”

“It was a pleasure, I’ll keep in contact.” He said almost seductively. Fuck! His voice was something out of this world. “Wait! Before you go, please send me a picture, I’m really curious on how you look.”

“Ughhh fine. But if you end up disappointed it’s not my fault.”

“Come on! It cant be that bad.”

“You’re used to perfect korean girl, I’m something different.”

“I like different, otherwise I would be dating any girl on the streets.”

“Whatever. Goodnight Taehyung.”

“Goodnight little demon, sleep tight.”

You turned off everything and just when you were about to go to sleep, you remembered the picture. You just picked one of the latest you took, looked for Taehyung’s number and pressed send.

You were so nervous, you turned off the phone and didn’t wait for his reaction. You weren’t ready for this.

What if you weren’t enough? What if he found you weird looking or something?

With those insecurities in mind, you didn’t remember how or when but you just dozed off.

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bigbrothermonopoly · 4 years

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EPISODE 2:

HOH: KRISTINE

EVICTED: NICKY (WALKED)

JESS:

Kristine being in power scares me shitless. I know I haven't exactly been the MOST social person in this game and I've been very UTR the last couple of days/ non existent but I always felt like I was good with Kristine. I don't know? I thought we talked a good bit at least in comparison to others.... but then after she won I called her the HBIC and homegirl told me she loved my ass kissing. That HOHITIS is real with this one ladies. I offered up my services as a potential person to work with moving forward and she ignored my offer. She literally swerved me. Straight up IGNORED me and focused on what I said about not being social. So there is a good chance I'm going up and if I don't go up it isn't because Kristine doesn't want it.. it'll probably be because others don't want it. At least I hope? I'm trying NOT to go into crisis mode on the second HOH but... old habits die hard? I think that's the quote? I think if I had to write a "trust list" for this game.. honestly.. I'm feeling really good about Kori. I THINK we could go far together and we'd balance out each other well. Obviously he's a good player and I'm going to need that on my side moving forward. Eve is obviously my #1 right now but it'd be naive on me not to believe that others aren't saying the same about her. I really like Andrew but we don't talk game? But I guess I can improve on that? Those are the 3 people I'm vibing with right now.

KORI:

Ok so at this point I'm not entirely sure if I made a DR entry earlier or not, I planned on making a video but at this point it'd just get too long. Rehder going unanimously is STILL a meme to me but here we are. Kristine winning HoH was honestly alright for me because I feel like she and I have a reasonably good relationship. Though I'm not sure it could ever be something long term because she's likely working with people I have no desire to work with. (Dem, Chris, Brien, those guys.) Emma and I had a serious talk about long term what we wanna do about Eve since we seem pretty in agreement that the current dynamic is Jess and Mackenzie are Eve's Top 2 Bitches, and we're like probably the Bottom 2 Bitches. Personally I think the best time for Eve to go is like F7ish but obviously we need more time for things to progress to see where we sit. I think longterm the Mandela Monocles are a better alliance for me since I think I could sit next to Austin OR Silence and win. I just can't sit next to Gwen who I really think just has a better personality than me. With Kristine nominating Madison it... isn't really ideal for me, but Madison is also pretty isolated at this point. While we have that Mitten Connection, if she is lacking any connection with others in this game I can't go dragging my feet for her... That being said, I think eliminating Nicky this round, would not be like... the WORST thing ever. It'd just be a question of convincing Gwen that it's a good idea. Though the harder thing would be convincing others that keeping Madison is a good idea. While I like her, I'm not sure it's in my best interest to leave tracks trying to keep her in the game. Obviously it's gonna depend on how Veto goes, if noms stay the same I might push a little for a Nicky boot and see what happens, but if it's not gonna happen I'll just cut my losses. (Though with Nicky doing his thing he seems likely to dig his own grave.)

AUSTIN:

I am feeling very comfortable this week. I’m in the power trap alliance with Chris, Kristine, Dem, and Emma. I’m also in the Mandela Monocles alliance with Gwen, Silence, and Kori. Kristine is currently HoH so I don’t think she will put me on the block. I have suspicions that Emma is working with Eve because when we were playing the HoH competition, Emma refused to take Eve out. I’m just glad that one of my alliances is in power.

KRISTINE:

Love the alliance. So happy I won HOH and got to be in power. The veto comp didn’t go as well as planned tbh. I’m sooo upset that I didn’t do as well as I wanted I was up at 200 something and then lost it all over a very stupid roll. But it’s fine whether I win this or not I know I’ll get my way. Nicky is going home, let’s just hope he doesn’t win HOH. Don’t ever argue with the HOH when you’re the one on the block LOL!!!

NICKY:

CAN I LIVE? Can i fucking live? there are 16 other people in this and yet i got nommed for a stupid reason yet again.

WILLIAM:

I'm so glad I escaped this week without being nominated!!! I feel so much better this week than last week! At the end of last week I thought for sure I was gonna leave pre-jury but now I feel like I've made so many real connections and I feel like I am in a great spot with many people

ANDREW:

episode 2 This could be super naive of me to say and a little cocky and i know it 100% IS but i feel like almost everyone in this game loves me besides nicky, i think im just playing a really good social game im scared of eve for some reason i feel like she is the only person possibly playing a better game than me. just get those competitive af vibes from her, i will not go after her unless she comes for me doe. shes super cute tho love her vibes, and I think me and Jess formed and alliance just now As of now Austin Jess and Chris are my top 3 in that order Update: I love Eve, we had an emotional heart to heart about STUFF, ill never forget it and i appreciate her for it so much, even if we don't end up being on the same side in this game together, the bitch is dope. I fucking love these noms dude, my 2 least favorite people sittingpretty on the block and i had nothing to do with it. HORNY cuz they wont even be coming for me. I hope nicky fucking bombs veto. "i cant talk to all 16 of u at once" ya....nobody fuckin asked you too but kristines point is sometimes a simple HELLO can save u from being nominated But regardless im proud of her and her tatse. * has one mixed drink and suddenly wants to fight nicky for no reason * oops i apologized to him and i didn’t even read anything from last night after what i said bc embarrassment. idc if he accept my apology, just wanted to throw it out there so i don’t look like a total douche

CHRIS:

Well week Number two and I’m in two separate alliances, have House majority, close with a few women, beyond the game have final choose with multiple people, should not be on the block for a long time, while slowly running this game behind the scenes with Myself. This backseat life is the best life

GWEN:

Hiiii. So looks like Nicky is going home tonight. He kind of dug his own grave. He was such a party pooper during our house game on Friday. Sooo. Yeah. I’m closest with Kori and Chris - getting closer to Chris for sure. What is it with me and Chris’s in ORGs? I need to get back to work. That is all for now :)

MACKENZIE:

i really gotta uhhhhh try harder bc i feel on the lowest end of the Entire Totem Pole. i feel like if i won smthn that would change but i’m a flop so

DEM:

I actually would have kept Nicky if he had the numbers. I wish he didn't quit. I think he messed up by throwing names around, because some people actually wanted to keep him...

EMMA:

if u cant handle the heat nicky why did u sign up.. quitting is worst then getting evicted.

TAWNI:

Ok since I was out of it last round time for my cast assessment now. Since this was due prior to Nicky quitting I’ll include him Nicky - I forgot he existed week one. Actually sad he quit and was gonna leave cause he was entertaining arguing with Kristine Gwen - I love Gwen. She allows me to not be the official grandma of the game. She is very sociable which is scary. But I think I can trust her. Austin - automatically meh about him cause of his name. Pretty forgettable honestly. Mackenzie - nice gal. Nothing negative to say. Haven’t talked much. Jess - the person I’m most terrified of. When I realized she is THE boojess like fuck me. I’m scared. I feel like as long as I don’t get on her bad side I’m good. William - seems like a good kid. Kristine - I’m v intimidated by her. She won hoh and veto and seems like a very smart player. She makes me nervous. Silence - who???? Brien- ok this kid. I’m doing what I can to get him to trust me. I know he is a loyal person. But am I the person he is loyal to? Or is it someone else? How do I make sure I am that person? Dem - nothing really to say MADISON - I love her sooooooooo much. She’s like the light of my life honestly and if I find out something different I’m gonna cry. Like I feel like a betrayal from her will hurt the most in this game. Andrew - okay first off......damn. I’m aware of his sexual orientation but boy sent me a photo so I could see his tattoos and DAMN!!! I need me a straight one of him. But he is a fun character I like him. Chris - I think I freaked him out when I sent him a long message about how I’m scared of cops. But I didn’t go up week one so that happened. I’m hoping I can work my way into his good graces later. Emma - seems like a sweet gal. I enjoy her. Kori - nothing to say sorry

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The 7th Prince (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / GOT7

Rating: PG

Word Count: 4,017

Summary: A land under a curse. Seven mysterious princes. A decision that will make or break the Kingdom. (idea from this post here, by @cyjsgirl)

[Master List]

Groaning, you slide your face into your hands. “But what will I wear?”

Your mother practically beams. “Oh, I have a few ideas.”

Peeking through the gaps in your fingers, you look at her. “As long as Yugyeom and I aren’t matching… do your worst.”

After all. How much worse could things possibly get?

You were wrong. It gets worse.

Staring in the mirror, you barely recognize the girl staring back at you. You look beautiful – ethereally so. The real you must be buried in there somewhere, trapped beneath yards of silk and powder. There goes your last hope that the Princes will take one look at you and run for the hills. Cecil has seen to it that this won’t happen, making you up within an inch of your life.

A long, silver gown hangs from your body. Winds to the ground where it trails behind you. Seed pearls are sewn into the bodice, matching the circlet of jewels in your hair. You look like a star, Cecil tells you. A bright, shining star.

You stick your tongue out.

“And then… you do things like that.” Grumbling darkly, Cecil sweeps her things away.

You laugh, risking mussing your dress as you hug Cecil from behind. Though you antagonize one another, Cecil is your stabilizing influence. While your parents are loving and want the best for you – they’re also the King and Queen of Senary. Ultimately they have to think of the Kingdom before anything else.

It made for a rather lonely childhood. Except for Yugyeom, of course. Without your brother, you don’t really know what you would have done. Yugyeom is that one person who understands you. Who knows your worst fears, greatest joys and loves you anyways.

It’s as you’re thinking this there comes a knock at your door. Yugyeom peeks his head inside. “Y/N?” His eyes widen. “Wow. You look amazing.”

Noting his own formal wear, you nod. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Gyeommie.”

Yugyeom smiles before clearing his throat importantly. “I’ve arrived to accompany the fair Princess to the main ballroom.” Speaking in his most pretentious voice, Yugyeom gestures grandly.

You giggle. “How gallant of you.” Stepping forward, you exaggeratedly lay your hand atop his arm. “I must warn you though – my father will behead you if I’m offended.”

“Will not. Dad likes me better.”

“Does not.”

“Does so.”

Looking out your window, you sigh. “Gyeommie?”

He looks sideways. “Yeah?”

“Don’t leave me alone tonight. Okay?” Your hand tightens on his arm.

Your brother’s expression is unreadable. “How about this?” he asks, voice lowering. The two of you leave, exiting your room to walk the main hallway. It’s mostly empty but for the occasional guard. Everyone else is already inside. “We make up a signal. If you’re uncomfortable, you say the word and I’ll come save you.”

You smile up at him. This is why you love your brother. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Yugyeom nods. “If you say cantaloupe – I’ll come running.”

A small laugh breaks from your chest. “Cantaloupe? How am I supposed to work that naturally into a conversation?”

“You’re not supposed to.” At the main doors Yugyeom stops, bending to adjust your tiara. “That’s why it’s a signal.”

“Fine. Cantaloupe it is.”

The royal announcer catches your eye, nodding towards the doors. “Lady.” His expression is slightly apologetic. “It’s time.”

You adjust your grip on Yugyeom’s arm. “We’re ready.”

The doors open.

It’s hard to remember what you’re feeling as you enter. The lights are tremendous. Gigantic chandeliers of glass orbs, their light both dazzling and overwhelming. Your mother directed the staff to decorate with your Royal colors. Emerald green and silver, intertwined with pearly white. The place looks like an enchanted forest, set with twinkling lights and gauze.

You stand at the top, very aware of Yugyeom’s fabric beneath your fingertips and the buzzing of lights. Everything else is silent. Or maybe it’s not, but the beating of your own heart drowns all other sounds out. It could be either option, really.

Trumpets blare to announce your presence and slowly every head turns your way.

“Tonight on the eve of her Twenty First birthday – Y/N, Princess of Senary!”

“That’s our cue,” Yugyeom mutters, tugging you towards the stairs.

As you start to descend, panic rushes through your veins. The King and Queen mandated you dance with everyone tonight. Each eligible Prince as part of your obligation as Princess. Of course, this brings a multitude of panic-induced scenarios to mind. They might not like you. They might step on your feet. Worse, you might step on theirs.

“I can’t do this,” you suddenly hiss.

Yugyeom makes a noise in the back of his throat, continuing to face forward. “Y/N. Listen to me.”

“Mhm.” You also look straight ahead, eyes wide and terrified.

“You can do anything,” Yugyeom whispers. “You just have to get through tonight first.”

“Just tonight?”

“Just take it one night at a time.”

Slowly, you nod. A shred of your former confidence returns and somehow you manage to hold your head high. Looking out over the audience – though not at them. You get the feeling that the second you make eye contact, all sense of nerve will be eradicated.

The last step down is the longest. So far from the ground that you wonder if you’ll fall before reaching it. Then you’re on the floor. Standing frozen and unsure of what to do with your hands. You hope no one notices the way your body tenses. Nor the way your hand tightens on Yugyeom’s arm, solid and terrified.

Before you realize what’s happening, someone else’s hand has slipped into yours. Someone who is not your brother tugs you from the spotlight. When you look up, you realize you don’t recognize him.

He’s gorgeous, admittedly. With inky black hair and eyes just as dark. He pulls you forward, one hand on your waist as the other meets your hand.

Somewhere in the background, music begins. Strings and brass melting to melody as chatter fills the space between them. Footsteps fall into place as more couples start to dance. Slowly, the pace of your heart starts to recede.

You finally look into your dancing partner’s eyes.

“Hello.” The man inclines his head. “My name is Im Jaebum, heir to Unum.”

Of course – you should have guessed by his clothes. Black military garb, accented in gold and crimson. A sword hangs at his waist, one you know is for more than decorative purposes. Im Jaebum, the warrior Prince.

You see what people mean about him being intimidating. Just dancing with him makes your heart climb in your throat. Blocking any words from coming out. Which you suppose is a good thing, since he doesn’t seem to be fond of small talk.

“Y/N of Senary,” you respond, offering a smile. “Although you probably already knew that.”

Jaebum chuckles, eyes light. “I’ve heard rumors.” You continue to move across the dance floor, at least a minute passing before Jaebum clears his throat. “You look beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Thank you.” His candor is surprising. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

A smile plays on Jaebum’s lips. “Is it kind if it’s a fact? I’m merely saying what every other man is thinking.”

Blushing, you glance at the crowd. Indeed, there are a fair amount of eyes on you - although by now you expect it. It’s not always a good thing. You’re a notoriety, a thing to be gawked and stared at. The last Princess of Morsus. The last, born before a doomed era of sons.

Your gaze returns to Jaebum. “There’s a difference between thinking and saying, I’ve often found.”

The Prince of Unum laughs. “True.” He twirls you, pulling you closer. “I mean what I say, though. I’ll admit I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight.”

“You mean to say stories of my beauty haven’t spread through the Kingdoms?”

Jaebum adjusts his hand in yours. “I tend not to believe in fairy tales.”

“Despite us living one?”

A corner of his mouth rises. “Witty, as well as beautiful. I suppose I don’t stand a chance, do I?”

You blush as your heart flutters. You didn’t think you would feel this way tonight - and so soon.

“Such flattering words, Prince Im,” you chide. “Is this how you killed the dragon? Sent flowers?”

“A very bad bouquet, yes.”

You notice that his eyes crinkle when he smiles. Two dangerously adorable eye moles dotting his left eye. Your gaze keeps going to them, as though that’s safer than looking at his gaze. Everything about the moment feels surreal. The dresses, the party-goers, the conversation. It’s hard to get a grip on anything when Im Jaebum looks at you like that.

“Isn’t this odd?” you whisper, unable to stop yourself.

Jaebum raises an eyebrow. “What is? Being led around the dance floor by five men and eventually handing yourself over to one for marriage? Not odd at all.”

Your mouth drops. “So you agree.”

Jaebum’s expression turns hesitant. “Actually, I –"

`“May I cut in?”

The two of you look up as a younger man with strawberry blonde hair steps forward.

“Youngjae,” Jaebum smiles. With a bow, he steps backwards faces you. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Princess.”

You curtsy. “It was a pleasure as well, Prince.” When you rise, Jaebum has already disappeared. Only Youngjae remains, eyes wide and nervous.

You hold out a hand. “Care to dance?”

He laughs lightly. “You stole my line.”

As Youngjae leads you away, you realize he’s actually quite handsome. In a different way than Jaebum, though. Jaebum is all edges and planes – sharp, distinct lines. Youngjae has a softer, gentler beauty.

Despite his initial hesitancy, his hand is strong in yours. “My name is Youngjae,” he says - as though that weren’t obvious.

You smile at his introduction – so simple, without title or agenda. “I’m Y/N.”

Youngjae falls silent, swept away by the music and moment. Halfway through the song, he looks down. “I’m sorry,” he confesses. “I’m so nervous.”

A giggle escapes. “Can I be honest?” When Youngjae nods, you admit, “So am I.”

“Well as long as we’re both feeling awkward. Not that you are,” Youngjae amends, wincing. “I am. Awkward.”

You’re actually laughing now, glad the song is a slow one because otherwise you’d be missing your steps. “You’re cute,” you say and Youngjae blushes. “You’re friends with Jaebum?”

“Yes,” Youngjae nods, scanning the crowd. “I don’t know where he is, though. Usually he disappears from these things after the first hour or so. He hates anything where large groups of people gather.”

“Ironic, for the leader of an army.”

Youngjae’s laugh is loud and bright. “That’s good, I’ll have to use that sometime.”

As you turn on the dance floor you notice Youngjae is wearing the colors of his house, too – navy and gold with touches of brown. His gloves are the same brown, chocolate silk over his hands. Gloves are a tad bit unfashionable in Senary, but not every city-state. Quattor must be one of the ones where it’s in style.

You nod at the ball around you. “So. Do you want to marry me, Choi Youngjae?”

His eyes widen, surprised by your question. “It’s a bit early to say for certain.” He winces again. “Ah, that’s the wrong answer, isn’t it? I’m supposed to say of course.”

“You can say whatever you want,” you answer honestly.

It’s then that Youngjae notices your smile. “Aish. You’re joking, aren’t you?” He groans. “At least you can laugh about all this.”

“Only sometimes.”

His smile turns sad. “This must be hard,” Youngjae remarks. “I can’t imagine.”

The song starts to come to a close, and you don’t get a chance to respond before a familiar voice cuts in.

“May I have this dance?”

“Jinyoung-ah!”

You whirl, ending up facing the Prince of Tribus.

A Prince, who frowns severely back at you.

“Whoops,” you grin, dropping into a curtsy. “I mean, Prince Jinyoung of Tribus. Most graced by your presence.”

Jinyoung smiles despite himself. “Princess Y/N of Senary.” He turns, bowing to your dance partner. “Prince Youngjae of Quattor.”

Youngjae’s eyebrows shoot up at Jinyoung’s formality. That’s just how Jinyoung is, though. Always well-mannered, always put together. It took you two years to get him to stop calling you Princess. He looks remarkable tonight, dark hair brushed back from his face. Dressed in gold, green and peach, the colors of Tribus.

His crown is more ornamental than yours – befitting of his city-state. Tribus is known for knowledge, for learning. Everything they do is grand and ornate. It’s also home to the famous universities of Morsus.

“Prince Jinyoung.” Youngjae bows. “She’s all yours.” With one last smile he disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone with Jinyoung.

Quietly, Jinyoung takes your hand. Leading you further out onto the dance floor. As he turns to face you, he settles one hand around your waist. “So what’s the status?” he asks, eyebrows raised. “Am I still in first place?”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me.”

Jinyoung pulls you closer, hand slipping through yours. “You’ve danced with Youngjae and Jaebum,” he comments, scanning the ballroom. “And me. So that leaves just Bambam and Jackson.”

“Ah, his casual name? I didn’t realize you knew Wang Jia Er.”

Jinyoung shrugs. “I do, some. Duo is next to Tribus – we played together when we were little.”

“Of course.” Relaxing into the dance, you allow Jinyoung to guide you. Everything about this feels familiar. How many balls, how many dances have the two of you danced? Too many to count.

Jinyoung watches, dark gaze roaming. “What are you thinking?”

Sometimes it’s annoying how well he knows you. “I was thinking…” You stop, then sigh. “That I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Jinyoung leans in, lowering his voice. “You’ll do what we’ve always said you would. You’ll meet everyone. If you fall in love, you marry him. If you don’t, you marry me.”

Jinyoung, ever the strategist.

Your heart aches at his words - Jinyoung is so kind. So good, you wish you felt more than friendship. Or that he felt more than friendship for you. But Jinyoung just wants the best for those he loves. He’s grown up by your side, watched the weight of this decision for years. Jinyoung wants to protect you from any further hurt – an admirable quality.

But marrying him would mean Jinyoung could never marry for love, either. You don’t know if you could do that – resign your best friend to the same fate you face.

Sighing deeply, you return your gaze to his. “Here’s hoping I fall in love tonight.”

“No luck with Jaebum or Youngjae?” Jinyoung grins, tone teasing. “I mean, I like girls but even I might marry Jaebum if he asked.”

“Park Jinyoung!” you scold, starting to laugh.

“Really.” Jinyoung’s eyebrows rise. “What’s wrong with either one?”

“Nothing.” Your gaze moves across the room. “Youngjae is just young. He reminds me of Yugyeom. And Jaebum…” Here, you hesitate. “Maybe. But then he’s so perfect, I don’t think he could ever like me.”

Jinyoung shrugs. “If he didn’t, why would he stick around?”

Your gaze follows to where Jinyoung points – to Jaebum leaning casually against the wall. Every now and then he looks your way. You remember what Youngjae said about Jaebum usually leaving quickly and something in your heart beats faster.

“See?” Jinyoung’s grip tightens. “Told you.”

Your gaze returns to his. “Maybe.”

The song comes to an end and slowly, Jinyoung takes a step backwards. “You should give the other two Princes a chance.”

“So proper,” you tease, letting him go. “What an excellent sport you are, Prince Jinyoung.”

“Jinyoung has always been that.” It’s Bambam’s voice that speaks now. “When I was younger, he used to let me win every other round of ball. An equal share.”

You and Jinyoung find Bambam smiling, holding out his hand. “I asked the orchestra to make it a polka.”

You snort, taking his arm. “I expected nothing less.”

Bambam shoos Jinyoung, who rolls his eyes but leaves. A consequence of Jinyoung being your best friend and Bambam being Yugyeom’s was that growing up, you four spent a lot of time together. Jinyoung is as much an older sibling to them as you are.

“So what did the band say when you asked for a polka?” As the music starts up again - another slow waltz - you start to laugh.

Bambam moves over the dance floor. “He said no. Then the conductor pretended he couldn’t hear me until I left.”

“Better than the time he threw a cymbal at you.”

“Hey! That hurt,” Bambam grumbles. “Anyways. What’re the prospects looking like tonight?”

“Aish,” you sigh, looking at him sideways. “You’re as bad as Jinyoung.”

“Look, Y/N.” Bambam is suddenly serious. “This is super weird but I want you to know I’m here. If you decide to be Queen of Quinque – we can figure out a way to make it work. Hey! Then Yugyeom would be my actual brother!”

You’re blushing. “Bambam, I –"

“You wouldn’t even have to live with me! I mean, whatever you want, I guess. It’s just that –”

“Bambam.”

He stops talking. “Yes?”

“It takes two people to get married. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”

“Well, duh.” Bambam looks sheepish. “I’m just saying … if none of these other Princes measure up.”

“Thank you,” you say. You mean it.

“It’s hard to deny though, all these other Princes pale in comparison.” Bambam heaves a great sigh. “It must be such a burden to compare to me.”

“Bambam.”

“I mean. Look at me.”

“Don’t make me step on you.”

“Noted.” Bambam moves a bit quicker.

You laugh when he starts to spin, tightening his grip and dipping you low. Everything is fun with Bambam around; the life of the party wherever he goes. Which right now is through the crowd of people, spinning wide as you crack up. That is, until your hand slips from his and you stumble – smacking straight into someone else’s chest.

Startled and confused, you look up.

The man is attractive and for just a moment, you forget that you’re a princess. Forget that he’s supposed to bow, forget he should apologize. You’re the one who apologizes first, very aware of the way his arms hold you. Slightly improper, but for some reason you can’t bring yourself to remove them.

The man smiles, coffee colored hair spilled across warm, brown eyes. His smile widens the longer he looks at you and slowly, he bows. It’s from this position you recognize the thin, circlet of gold atop his head.

“Hello,” the man looks up. “I’m Wang Jia Er of Duo. Please call me Jackson.”

A long moment passes before you realize you haven’t responded. “Princess Y/N of Senary,” you say automatically.

“I know.” Jackson holds out his hand. “I believe I’m the last to ask you to dance. You have my apologies.”

“Don’t apologize.” You smile, taking his hand. “Better late than never.”

As the music starts up again – song light and airy – Jackson whisks you away on the dance floor. His feet are smooth, even as you cross the ballroom. Every now and then Jackson looks down, glancing away when he sees you looking. The little smile he gives each time makes your heart flutter.

Then, out of nowhere he says, “Pick me.”

You look up, startled. “What?”

“Pick me.” Jackson grins at you. “I thought that’s what this was – a pitch for your hand in marriage? I assume we get just the three minutes of this song, so I don’t want to waste time. I said,” he leans until you’re nearly nose to nose, “pick me.”

Without quite meaning to, you giggle. “This is all just so sudden. You still haven’t passed the interview portion.”

“Try me.”

You nod solemnly. “Tell me, are you a cat person or a dog person?”

“Dog.” Jackson makes a face remarkably similar to one. “Next question.”

Laughing, you continue. “What’s something you regret?”

Jackson’s eyebrows rise but he doesn’t balk. “I once talked my little brother into eating a cockroach. He threw it up, told my mom and I was grounded for a month. I severely regret that.”

“How noble of you to admit your faults.”

“Ah, yes.” Jackson sighs. “The list is long and many.”

“Excellent. I hate a faultless man, tell me another.”

“Well.” He leans close enough for you to catch his scent. Oranges and something more exotic. “I’ve heard said that I’m too kind. I laugh too much. People are altogether too enamored with me.” Jackson sighs again. “It’s a tough lot in life, but I make do.”

You laugh openly now, turning away. “Quite the pitch, Wang Jia Er.”

“Jackson.”

You look back. “You don’t like your birth name?”

“No, it’s not that.” As the music slows, Jackson catches your hand. You still, watching him bring it to his lips. “It’s just that those I’m closest to call me Jackson. I’d like to be close to you, Y/N.”

You stare for a long second, fighting the sudden beating in your chest. “Cantaloupe,” you breathe.

Jackson looks confused. “I’m sorry?”

“Cantaloupe,” you repeat, catching Yugyeom’s eye. “Cantaloupe would be very good right now. Could you excuse me for a moment?”

Extracting yourself from his grip, you practically run to the doors of the ballroom. Throwing them open into the cool, dark night. Overhead the stars sparkle. Tiny pinpoints in otherwise darkness. You move forward, hearing the doors fall shut behind you. Only your skirts rustle against the quiet of the night. At least until the doors bang open to reveal your brother, wide eyed.

Yugyeom scans the balcony. “What’s wrong?” he asks when he spots you, hurrying over. “It seemed like you were getting along with Jackson. I don’t understand.”

Breathing deeply, your hand moves to your waist, holding yourself together. “Everything is not okay.” Staring out at the gardens, your blood pounds in your ears. Your gaze moves to Yugyeom. “Do you want to know why everything is not okay?”

Your brother nods, concerned by your mania.

“It’s because those men inside are all wonderful. All fighting for my attention and why? I’m nobody. I’m not worth their stress and panic.” You close your eyes. “I don’t know how to do this. Don’t know how to pick. What about the ones I don’t? If I don’t choose Jinyoung or Jaebum or Jackson or Bambam or Youngjae, what then? Does their line just wither because they have to marry someone royal?”

At last your words dry up, spent and bitter. You look sideways to your brother, who seems to be at a loss for words.

“Wow.” He clears his throat. “What did Jackson say to you?”

A small, tight laugh escapes. “It’s not him, Gyeommie. This whole thing is just awful. How do I tell if someone likes me? Really likes me. There are so many factors at stake.”

Your brother moves to stand beside you. “I know.” He falls silent and, after a long moment he says, “Why don’t you leave?”

“What?” You hardly breathe.

“Leave.” Yugyeom turns to face you. “You’ve met all the Princes, you danced with every one. Go to your room, go to the gardens, go do something to clear your head. I’ll take care of mom and dad.”

A flicker of warmth moves through your chest. “You’d do that for me?”

Yugyeom smiles. “Of course. Now go,” he shoos you with one hand.

You don’t need to be told twice. Before you can even respond you’re down the steps. Disappearing into the gardens, as Yugyeom suggested. It’s dark and quiet out here, the only sounds the scrape of your feet against grass and pebbles. Light spills from the ballroom, broken here and there by the shadows of the people inside.

People you don’t want to think about right now.

You want to not think. You want to not be here at all.

It’s as you’re thinking this your eyes land upon the gate. The sturdy wood barring your home from the world and suddenly you know where you want to go.

[Master List]

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