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thebottomfromhell · 10 months

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I really wonder if the Upper Moons will celebrate the holidays with their human partner, for whom it will be important, even a little cute. And if so, which ones exactly? How will they behave during the celebration? You can write about all the Moons, or choose a few, as you wish (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

I will only be making the ones of the Uppermoons who would actually celebrate Holidays with their partner [since there are some I think would rather celebrate alone or not celebrate at all]. Japan has a lot of Holidays, so I will be focusing in the Gosekku.

Sorry it took me this long, I hope you like it.

GN Human reader and Uppermoon in holidays. Using the Human disguise Headcanon.

Warnings: Mentioned cannibalism, Implied child prostitution, Implied sexual content, Mentioned drug consumption, Mentioned Self-harm (as in doing things bad for your health at partying), Mentioned Emeto (not in a kinky way, don't worry), Akaza's angst and Douma.

Gyutaro + Daki:

Gyutaro is just ok holidays, but Daki loves them and she is the agency between the two. He makes an effort for his mood to not ruin the festivity for his sister, then he does the same for you. The thing is that he will not celebrate if Daki is not with you both. (After you started having something he started to hold Daki on that same standard "Or Y/N is with us or I won't celebrate at all, ne.")

The Red Light District always celebrates the festivities with parties, special events, carnavals and other things, so you might have to wait for Daki as she may have some clients that night.

Gyutaro lets both you and Daki to dress him up and choose the activities for the holiday, at most he will only ever get gifts and food (mostly human flesh, but at times he decides to get human food for you).

He specially likes New Year and the Tangu no Sekku, the first one because it's the one Daki loves the most, since there is the biggest amount of attractions in that festivity in the streets. The second one... he likes to pull pranks. Since it's a day about purrifying evil spirits he likes to pretend being a powerful one and scaring people off making noise and babbling of "how dare you do your cheap tricks on me, nee.. ne.. NE!" Daki and you end laughing at his antics.

They both also like the Kyokusui, Daki likes making dolls with the more talented children, daughters of the prostitutes. Gyutaro likes to keep ugly ones, comfort and praise the kids that made them. They separate when they do this, but you would be mostly playing babysitter with Daki or playing parent with Gyutaro.

If you give him a gift during this dates he will hide it, you will never see it again, but rest assured he will take care good care of it.

He doesn't do romantic moments under fireworks, he actually hates them. He hides inside Daki when they are about to start.

He takes care of you if you get drunk 🫶

Hantengu Clones & Hantengu:

This guys celebrate together as a family (everyone else bullies Sekido into joining, even Aizetsu) so if you wanted a romantic celebration between your special someone and you alone, forget it. At best you will have 10 minutes separated from the rest, because "If you are going to force me into your shit, you might as well do it properly! This things are meant to be spent with family, so nobody don't get to elope for the night!"

They always go to the biggest event around the area they are in, Karaku and Urogi are the ones to find it, since they are the most excited ones.

Guess who makes sure to fix himself for the occasion? I bet you guessed wrong, it's Karaku! He showers, dresses up, put some accesories, shows off a new hairstyle, puts perfume, wears make up and everything. He will also help you to do so (will offer to bath together, even), he does the same with Hantengu and Aizetsu (Urogi will NOT shower for a party, and Sekido would rather touch the sun than let Karaku put his hands on him). "C'mon guys, we gotta break hearts today!"

Aizetsu and Sekido make sure nobody gets separated or lost while Karaku and Urogi want to try every stand at the same time. Hantengu hides in the clothes of the first two, alternating.

Since they can survive sunlight as long as Hantengu is save, Karaku and Urogi also like to participate in activities under the sun. "Bet I last under the sun longer than you! Y/N, watch me! I will conquer the sun from all my victories!" Specially since the two share as favorite the Chōyō no en, so they take chance at the karasu-sumo, drink sake and eat kuri-gohan and kuri-mochi knowing they should not eat human food.

(They compete to see who can eat more without throwing up, Aizetsu always ends up joining and winning. "It's not a big deal, now if you excuse me.... I need to puke..." he never does in front of anyone, but he let's you guide him into a restroom or alway and comfort him after.)

Sekido laughs at everyone else's misery after eating human food, but you have seen him drink sake. Hantengu, Aizetsu and him honestly prefer the kikkoden, to be able to stay in the shadow/night and make ribbons, wishes and poetry calmy. Karaku and Urogi sing while they see the carnaval.

They actually don't eat these days, since the fact they actually drink (with you if you want to) they severe their stomachs, so they choose one. And they always choose the sake over the flesh. (Also, both Aizetsu and Karaku always manage to get other drugs, cannabis specially, if you want some. Even Sekido and Hantengu take a smoke or two of that weed.)

You can do whoever you want in the activities, but you must always be where everyone in the group can see you and hopefully be doing it with one of the guys.

PDA under fireworks all the way in. Karaku will even dare doing the dirtiest kiss in front of Hantengu and the other clones. Urogi is unafraid of both having you in his lap/arms or being in yours. Sekido would have his arm in your back leaning over you. Aizetsu is into holding hands.

If you get drunk then both Sekido and Aizetsu would take care of you the next day, same way they do with Urogi and Karaku who are probably way more fucked up than you.

Akaza:

He usually doesn't celebrate them, but the second he got into a relationship he wanted nothing more than to do so. "They are not meant to be spent alone. I can't think of a teason to celebrate if there is nobody to do so with."

Akaza is very romantic, he makes sure to make little details and try new things for you. He would dedicate the whole night into having a time and space to be with you and have a good time. Alone and together.

He let's choose what you want to do and you want to eat, he just doesn't eag those days. He also doesn't drink, just likes to spend the night making sure you are happy and taken care of.

He likes New Year the most, but he likes all festivities that include fireworks. That is his favorite part of these days, to see that show. He likes to so it secluded from everyone, just with you.

He holds your hand under the fireworks, there are times he starts crying under them too. He never looks at you when that happens, just at the explosions lf colors in the sky. If you try to ask him what is wrong you will only find him not answering, almost in a trance. He will get a lot more attentive and needy of physical touch/words of affirmation after that.

"I love you. I love you so much. Please stay." He never wants to go back to the festivals after the fireworks, just stay and cuddle with you. If you want to go further with him, he will definetely be in mood. He really wants to love you and feel love after crying like that.

It's impossible for you to get drunk with him taking care of you, that includes taking the drinks away. Still, if you want to be coddled the dah after, he has no problems in doing so.

Douma:

This one is a weird one. Douma usually is part of the the celebrations more than celebrating it himself. In his cult he is dressed up and specially worshiped by his cult members, with prayers, offerings and reunions to listen to him.

Really, those are HOURS where he must basically be the crucifix for the day, you are surprised he even is willing to stay qt the cult (then again, he only gets to feel the boredom of not daing anything. He doesn't understand why he would not keep the tradition, so he does.)

After the official celebration? Douma likes to go wild and take you with him, he would definetely like to eat and drink the same thibgs as humans until he is throwing up his guts ver a corner. He would also eat a lot of women, not caring if you are with him.

Douma would stay up the whole night and will expect you to do the same, he would also need you to guide him throught activities if you decide to elope to a carnaval for the night.

He would not fix himself for any occasions, he is just looking for some fun, the same as always. He doesn't really understand the religious and emotional meaning festivities have on people, he just knows there is a party outside and as a demon he can scape to it. For that same reason he would not have a favorite festivity, but if you have one he would say "What a coincidense, that is also my favorite" and join you in your celebration.

He would do everything to you and let you do everything you want to him under the fireworks, even go to a hallway and get intense (Don't recommend you to, remember that mouth was full of flesh and puke not so long ago).

You think he will take care of you if you get drunk? At best he will have a follower doing so, but with the night you had... is more urgent someone is taking care of him.

#demon slayer #kny #top reader #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #douma #gyutaro #sekido #akaza #hantengu #daki #kny headcanons #holidays #japanese holidays #sorry if you were expecting western holidays

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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the clock is ticking, running out of time

characters: shigaraki tomura

genre: smut and angst

notes: AAAAAAH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMURA!!!!!! sorry i seem to write angst for all of my faves birthdays ehehe. this is technically set in the touya-nii universe!! | title cred: birthday by katy perry

warnings: 18+ minors dni, cheating, implied stepcest/pseudo-incest, toxic relationships, the slightest hint of degradation, noncon/dubcon video recording, extreme feelings of guilt

words: 4.4k

synopsis:

“It’s fine—”

“It’s not,”

“I didn’t come here to talk about Touya,” you say gently, letting your dress drop down as you straighten up. “Let’s—Let’s not think about him right now, okay? Today is your day, and I want to focus on you. Forget about Touya,”

A deep frown mars his face, his nose twitching again. It looks like he wants to say more, but then your hands are on him, roaming across his bony chest and sliding into the tufts of silvery-blue hair at the nape of his neck.

“It’s hard to buy a gift for someone who already has everything,” you’re continuing softly, gazing up at him through your lashes, so close your noses nearly bump together. Sweet breath wafts over his face, a tongue darting out to lick at his lips, as if he’s trying to taste it. “So I thought…I thought the best gift I could give you is me,”

And suddenly, Touya’s wiped from his mind.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

That’s the thought that’s been looping through your head for the past forty-five minutes, for the entire bus ride from Touya’s apartment to Tomura’s, for the walk from the bus stop to his condo complex, for the thirty-seven seconds it takes him to answer the door.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

But you want to.

It’s been months since you’ve seen him last, months since you spent the night with him, months since you’ve spoken to him at all.

4:06. The glowing numbers glare up at you from the screen of your phone, unable to stop obsessively checking your phone, mentally calculating the time you have left over and over again, even though you’ve already meticulously planned this outing down to the very second.

It’s rare for Touya to be out for an exact amount of allotted time, but when he mentioned that he had a three hour full body check up with his doctor that just so happened to be scheduled on Tomura’s birthday…Well, it was too convenient for you not to seize the opportunity.

The door swings open, breaking you out of your thoughts, and your name leaves his lips in a gasp, crimson eyes searching your face in disbelief. A beat of silence passes before he speaks again. “What’re you doing here?”

“Wanted to see you for your birthday,” you say simply with a shrug and he blinks several times, still staring at you incredulously. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”

And for a moment you’re terrified you’ve made a grave mistake, terrified that he doesn’t want you here, that he thinks the risk is too big—Touya will murder the both of you if he finds out—too dangerous, his body gone rigid in the doorway, breathing stopped.

But then a brilliant smile is splitting his face, and he’s pulling you into his arms, crushing you to his chest as his fingers curl in the material of your dress.

And you—you practically collapse against him, sighing out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. He still smells exactly the same, just as you remember—like cheap cigarettes and watermelon bubblegum.

The scent evokes thick unfurling remorse, sinking heavily in your stomach, the mantra you’ve been repeating to yourself for the past few days immediately flowing through your mind, a desperate attempt to reassure yourself, to reason with yourself, to justify this decision.

Because you both deserve closure, don’t you? After everything that’s happened? After leaving him without a trace, without so much as a phone call or a quick text to at least let him know you’re okay?

Because Touya’s cheated on you how many times throughout the first six months of your relationship? One more teeny tiny instance of infidelity—the last one, you promise yourself—shouldn’t hurt, so long as he doesn’t know about it.

Right?

Really, this does nothing to dispel the culpability churning in your chest. No, Tomura’s bright boyish smile does that all by itself, sincere in the way it’s stretched across his face as he tugs you inside.

And...And suddenly, none of it really matters. Not in that moment, at least. Suddenly, all of those statements are rendered true; Tomura does deserve this. Suddenly, you realize just how much you’ve missed him.

“I have to be quick, I’m sorry,” your voice cracks under unexpected emotion, but Tomura doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, ecstatic over the fact that you’ve come to visit at all.

“That’s fine,” he’s saying as his hands roam your body, kneading and squeezing with surprising gentleness, eyes shining and wide as they follow his touch, as if he can’t believe you’re here, can’t believe you’re real.

It has your heart shattering in your chest, jagged shards puncturing your surrounding organs, burying themselves deep within you, never to be dug out. A lump lodges itself in your throat, voice frail and full of spit as you speak around it.

“I missed you so much,” the words rush from between your lips without your permission, and Tomura pulls back, smile fading as his gaze searches your face.

For a moment, you can tell that he wants to berate you for disappearing without any contact at all, can see it shining clear as crystal in his eyes as they narrow, as eyebrows knit and his nose scrunches, and you nuzzle your face into him. Guilt, a different kind than that which Touya evokes—this type lighter than the dense acidic guilt that sticks to your insides like thick tar any time sapphire sears through your mind, this type bitter and saturated with melancholy—roots in the pit of your stomach.

“I—I’m sorry I haven’t been able to text,” you mumble meekly, tears pricking your eyes. “Touya—”

“It’s okay,” he cuts you off with surprising softness, fingertips still trailing up and down your spine. “I figured. Uh, how is he? Like, how…How was he?”

The brand of those five letters, now fully healed, scald your flesh, blistering bright and hot as if you had just been branded again. With your bottom lip sucked between your teeth, you contemplate just outright telling him—he’s going to see it eventually either way, but you’re worried about ruining the mood a little too early.

No.

Better to rip it off like a band-aid, to get it out of the way now, instead of interrupting your birthday festivities later.

Your chest swells with a deep inhale, exhaling the words slowly.

“He was…” Livid. Furious beyond belief. Deeply hurt—distressed, distraught, dismayed. Visibly shaken up. In more pain than you’ve ever witnessed before. Terrified. “Upset. Naturally.”

Tomura waits for you to continue, speaking after a few moments of silence. “And?” he prompts, knowing Touya didn’t let you get away with a mere verbal warning, knowing you have more to say.

“A-And—” you bury your face against his neck, hot tears leaking from your eyes and staining his skin as they squeeze shut tightly, forcing the quivering words from your throat. “And he—He, um, he branded me,”

“What?” The word is just a huff of breath as large hands curl around your shoulders, yanking you from the sanctuary of his body so he can scrutinize your face, flashing crimson flying across your features. “He what?”

“His name,” you whisper, eyes still shut, face screwing up in distaste, the words bitter on your tongue.

“Where?”

“My ass,”

“Let me see,”

Eyes snapping open, your head begins to shake, motions cutting off when your stare meets his glare. Reluctantly you turn, flipping your dress up as you bend over a bit, pulling your panties down just enough to show him the slightly raised letters etched into your flesh forever.

Save for the soft, choked noise that sounds in the back of his throat, silence blankets the room, atmosphere suddenly stale and suffocating.

You glance back at him after a few beats, when your chest is beginning to burn from holding your breath in your lungs, and the sight that you are met with has your chest tearing itself in half, ribs caving in, giving way to the deep, dark ache swirling at the very core of your body.

Crimson eyes gleam in the setting sun, a thick layer of tears catching in the golden rays streaming through the window. It’s almost pretty in a way, brilliant ruby that shimmers and shines in the waning beams, practically glowing. But those beautiful, beautiful eyes are transfixed on your bare flesh, unblinking stare etching itself into your skin much like the letters Touya left behind.

His chin trembles just a little, front teeth sinking into his bottom lip in an attempt to halt it, head nodding in minuscule motions, barely noticeable, almost as if he’s confirming something to himself, affirming some unsaid thought sailing through his mind—almost as if he’s blaming himself.

“Fucking bastard,” he spits, though the words are wobbly, lacking heat and coated in sticky saliva. Using the sleeve of his black shirt, he wipes at his nose almost aggressively, quelling it’s twitching as he exhales harshly, nostrils flaring, before he sniffs twice and rolls his shoulders back, gaze finally meeting yours.

“It’s fine—”

“It’s not,”

The glittering scarlet lace barely obscured by your thin dress singes itself into your flesh as his palms cascade over it, tracing every dip and curve of your body as they slide down to grope your ass.

You had bought the set for this occasion specifically—using cash you had stashed away, of course; Touya regularly checks your bank statements and credit card—with the intention of letting Tomura keep it, as a present.

“It’s hard to buy a gift for someone who already has everything,” you’re continuing softly, gazing up at him through your lashes, so close your noses nearly bump together, sweet breath wafting over his face, a tongue darting out to lick at his lips, as if he’s trying to taste it. “So I thought…I thought the best gift I could give you is me,”

And suddenly, Touya’s wiped from his mind.

He surges forward, foreheads bumping together from the strength, and crushes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, nimble fingers curling in the hem of your dress and yanking, pulling the material from your body in one erratic motion.

He’s just as enthusiastic as he was all those months ago, large hands settling on your lace-clad hips as he guides you—back, back, back, stumbling over your own feet a little as he shoves forward, teeth clacking as his tongue tangles with yours, interspersed drool pooling at the corners of your lips.

A soft cry of surprise leaves your lips as he roughly spins the two of you so he’s the one reversing, collapsing in the overstuffed gaming chair abandoned near his desk and hauling you down with him, wheels rolling against the hardwood from the force.

His lips are plush and chapped, kisses messy with strings of viscous saliva, and you’re reminded of how fun kissing Tomura is, playful giggles spilling from one mouth into another consistently breaking the flow as eager hands paw and pull, snapping the clasp on your bra and haphazardly discarding it, your fingers toying with the silver button of his charcoal jeans.

“Get on with it already,” he groans, impatient and entitled as ever, exactly how you remember, hips rutting up into you clumsily as hands travel up your torso to knead your breasts much too hard. And even though it shouldn’t, his predictability inspires a burst of intense warmth in your chest, burning bright like a tiny sun, heat seeping into your blood and flooding your veins as more involuntary giggles pry their way out of your mouth and into his.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” he asks, and although his eyes are fierce and sharp as they scrutinize your face, there’s a playful little grin decorating his lips, slender fingers tweaking a peaked nipple and snickering at your resulting yelp.

“Just missed you, s’all,” you mumble against him, lips dragging along his jaw then trailing down his neck, tongue peeking out to give kitten licks at self-inflicted scars and tugging pathetic little half-whimpers from deep in his throat, rough and uneven as he tries to swallow them back down.

There isn’t enough time for thorough prep, your only form of foreplay consisting of his cock being rammed down your throat—just get it fucking wet, he had demanded—hips stuttering as he desperately tries to keep from bucking while your tongue laves around the shaft, drenching it in spit.

“Fu-Fucking stop, or I’m gonna cum,” Large fists tangle in your hair, trying to yank you off his cock with a pathetic little whine. Gaping pupils outlined by a fine ring of scarlet observe the way your shining lips pucker around his girth as your mouth slides up, grip on your strands already loosening as his chest heaves, completely absorbed by your actions, breath escaping slightly parted lips in sweet little puffs.

A little tongue flicks against the slit as you reach the tip, placing an obscene openmouthed kiss to the head before pulling away completely. Your mouth hovers an inch above it, allowing a large glob of sticky saliva to dribble from your mouth onto the head, then kissing it again, pressing slippery lips to heated silky skin.

“Jesus Christ,”

The curse is nearly a moan, and you look up from your place between his thighs, batting your eyelashes and offering him a tiny smile. His eyes glitter as he gazes down at you, chest rising unevenly under the force of ragged breaths, a thumb swiping across your cheek in a manner that’s almost awestruck, as if he can’t believe you’re here.

“Get on my cock,” he orders a moment later, when the aching between his legs draws him back to reality, hips jerking up in reflexive, instinctive micro-movements, gleaming cock bobbing with the action. “And take your fucking panties off,”

It’s a little awkward and a lot uncoordinated, trying to maneuver yourself onto his lap while he slouches in that ridiculous gaming chair, unable to quell the way his hips prematurely thrust the moment you’re hovering over him, legs folded and cramped on either side of his thighs.

Pathetic little whimpers leak from your lips as his slick cock stretches your ill-prepared hole, cunt stinging as it struggles to adjust to the sudden breach, your nails digging into the lean muscles of his shoulders as a hiss is spit between clenched teeth.

But the moan he emits, deep and satisfying as you sink down on him, how his eyelashes flutter shut and his head knocks back against the headrest as he bottoms out, long ivory neck and prominent Adams apple on display, and the way massive hands grip your hips, fingertips digging into your soft flesh as he forces you to begin bouncing almost immediately, make it all so worth it.

Because he’s still so pretty, lids lifting a moment later to reveal dazzling ruby gazing at you in an almost voracious manner through thick dark lashes, glued to your face as he memorizes every micro-expression that transforms your features, the way your eyes roll back and eyebrows twitch, the way your mouth forms around those cute little gasps of his name that his rough thrusts punch from your chest.

“Did’ya miss my cock?” his breath is already coming out in short little pants, hips grinding urgently against yours, lacking any kind of finesse or rhythm. “B-Bet’cha did,”

“Uh-huh,” your head nods jerkily, hips rocking just as desperately into his as if to confirm your statement. His cock is pretty, too—a darker pink than Touya’s, half an inch shorter but just as fat, thick veins snaking around the shaft like vines.

“Dick drunk already?” he teases, and you’re positive his voice was meant to be more rancorous, but the large grin it’s spoken through, as if he’s proud of himself, chest nearly swelling with it, dilutes it, disintegrating the bitter shell that was supposed to coat the words. His tongue clicks, fluffy tufts of hair bouncing a little as he shakes his head. “What would your precious niichan think?”

You don’t answer—can’t answer—because it’s already so much, uncoordinated thrusting almost teasing in a way, the head of his cock unintentionally grazing that spot buried deep inside of you, the fleeting sensation mixing with that of the taboo, of the naughtiness of the situation, mewls spilling from your lips.

And you wish, so desperately, that you could take your time, that you could enjoy such amateurish gyrating, crude movements giving way to sloppy squelching that makes your stomach swoop and cunt throb as your clit glides against his pubic bone, but the mention of niichan reminds you of your finite amount of time and you lean back, soft palms finding the edge of his desk, fingers curling tightly around it.

Tomura’s bare feet planted on the hardwood keep the chair from shifting as you begin to really ride him, starting with slow, hard rolls of your hips that have cute little grunts hitching in his chest, bright eyes darkening as they watch, lids drooping a little, your movements increasingly gaining speed with each rock forward of your hips, leaning back against the desk and using it for leverage.

Blunt nails bite into your skin, and you want to remind him not to leave marks, but the words won’t keep their shape as they gurgle in your throat, evaporating into moans that break with each rough buck of his hips.

He finds a rhythm with you quickly, though, your lust-hazed mind dully noting that he’s better than before, the thought conjuring sudden, fierce spears of jealousy that slice through your chest, jaw clenching.

“Fuck, you—you’re still the best I’ve ever had,” he practically whines out, like he’s reading the thoughts on your face, but his voice is genuine, strained and hoarse with the confession. “Will probably always be the best I’ve ever had,” his sentence fades into a growl, almost as if he’s angry about it, hands squeezing your hips.

Nevertheless, you’re unable to stop the little smile those words paint across your lips, giggling breathlessly as bubbly warmth tingles in your chest, a sense of shameful pride rushing through your veins.

“Yeah?” he seethes in a huff, eyes narrowing. “Bet you’re proud of yourself for that, little slut,”

You are, you’re nodding, tongue rendered useless as his hips piston into you, cockhead repeatedly slamming against your cervix, reaching deeper and deeper and deeper the further you lean back, until the sharp edge of the desk is cutting into your back.

“I know you are,” he sneers, callous tone emphasized by his brute force as he fucks you. “V-Vain little bitch, happy she’s ruined me—ruined sex for me, forever,”

It’s getting harder for him to speak now, words punctuated by half-baked whimpers and swallowed, stifled moans, the sentiment under his speech accentuating pleasure for the both of you, dirty humiliation only making everything that much more intense, heady and addicting as it intoxicates your bodies, your minds, your souls.

“S-So the least you could do,” he begins in a keen, pace faltering as he squirms under you, yanking his phone from his back pocket. “Is give me something to—ah, Christ—remember you by,”

You should tell him no. You should cease all bouncing on his cock the moment he presses that little red button on his screen, the moment the flash next to the camera turns on, signaling it’s recording. You should.

But you don’t. You don’t, because he’s right. Because that guilt returns, seeping up through the floor of your stomach and spreading to your other organs, chest tightening as it reaches your heart. Because you took something from him, something he’ll never be able to get back, purely for your own selfish gain, just to get back at the man you love, and that isn’t fair. That will never be fair.

Instead, you look straight into the lens, hips beginning to ride him almost viciously, pushing out your chest further, bouncing tits on display as they heave with your lewd moans of his name, begging him to fuck you, begging him for his thick cum, and oh please, Tomura, please, give it to me, want your cum so bad, need your cum so bad, please!

He chokes on his own groan, the hand holding his phone beginning to shake slightly as the other finds its place on your hip again, his own thrusts pumping wildly as he spits expletives through gritted teeth, your pathetic little mewls egging him on.

“G-Gonna cum?” he whines out, almost as if he’s begging you to say yes, the needy canting of his hips indicating that he’s about to, too, crimson searing into you as you nod messily. “Fucking do it, then, cream all over my cock like the good little whore you are,”

And you’re powerless to stop the loud cry that rips from your throat as your cunt clenches around him, only half of his name escaping in a yelp before your own shuddery gasp cuts you off, choking a little on the intense inhale, air sharp as razors as it rushes down your throat.

He follows less than a second later with a ferocious growl of your name, potent cum filling your aching little cunt, phone clattering to the floor as both hands grip your hips and force you to continue milking him until both of your bodies are shivering from the overstimulation.

You collapse against him, sweaty body melting into his, muscles quivering in exhaustion. Long arms encircle you, cradling you to his chest in a way that’s almost tender, phone laying forgotten a few feet away.

It’s just as nice as it was the first time, being swathed in his embrace, a gentle sigh slipping from between your lips. Nimble fingers trail up and down your spine, pressing into the notches, tracing the smooth, soft plains of your skin.

“Wish you could stay,” he mumbles into your hair, so quiet you nearly miss it—would have missed it if not for the vibrations in his chest.

Me too.

You want to tell him, want to express the same sentiment, to make it known that you desire the same thing, but the words tangle in your throat, that sticky brand of guilt that is specifically Touya refraining them from leaving your lips, yanking them back down into your chest with painful hitching breaths every time you try to speak.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Tomura coos, pulling back a little to cup your face and tilt it up, big thumbs swiping across your cheeks as they catch glistening teardrops.

He doesn’t say anything—there is nothing to say—instead dipping his head to press his lips chastely to yours in the softest kiss he’s ever given you, mumbling his thanks for the birthday present a moment later.

There’s so much more you want to say, so much more you want to ask, but there’s no more time, opting to kiss him again in response, praying that it conveys all the things you can’t, all the things guilt won’t let you.

And then you’re scrambling off of his lap, collecting your dress off the floor and hastily pulling it over your head, turning back to find Tomura standing, holding out his hand, soaked lace in his grasp.

“Keep them,” you whisper, curling his fingers into a fist around the dainty material. “Happy birthday, Tomura,”

✰ ✰ ✰

You have forty-five minutes before Touya arrives home—that’s cutting it close, you were supposed to have a full hour, but Tomura’s arms were so warm, his gently rising chest so inviting, his entire aura so comforting, that you had allowed yourself to indulge, just for a moment, to let your eyes slip shut and exhale a soft sigh of contentment, snuggling into his embrace and inhaling his distinct scent deeply, holding it in your lungs for a moment, wishing it would stay, wishing it would stick to the gummy walls, take root and find a home there, wishing you could keep a piece of him with you, always.

The water scalds your skin as you step into Touya’s glass shower, hands instantly reaching for Touya’s bodywash and squirting a generous amount in your palm.

You lather your entire body with it, until every inch of your skin is covered in foamy white suds, until your flesh has been scrubbed raw, the sharp scent—something woodsy and musky, like a crackling campfire of burning hickory wood, smoky and sweet—enveloping you entirely, stinging your nose.

It sticks in your throat and invades your lungs, as if cleansing you from the inside out, and you choke on it, are suffocated by it, little gasps and coughs falling from your lips while nails claw at your neck.

That dull ache returns as you rinse your skin, throbbing incessantly at the very core of your body as you watch the last remnants of Tomura swirl around the drain, infused in the soapy water.

It shouldn’t hurt this much, you’re thinking to yourself as your fingers massage shampoo into your scalp. It shouldn’t, but it does, a painful lump lodging itself in your throat, expanding a little more every time you try to reason with yourself until it’s gagging you.

Something stings your eyes—soap from the shampoo as you rinse it from your locks, or maybe the potently fragrant scent from Touya’s bodywash, you try to convince yourself, that lump sprouting tiny spikes and viciously slicing into the gummy walls, that lump forcing saliva still containing traces of Tomura to collect in your throat, that lump reminding you that you’re a fucking liar.

It’s fine. It’s fine. Touya doesn’t need to know everything, does he? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? And it was only a one time thing, wasn’t it? It’s alright, isn’t it?

These are the questions that cycle through your mind obsessively, running laps in your skull as you absentmindedly towel off your dripping body in your niichan’s bedroom, the gentle buzz of your phone snapping you out of your reverie.

For a moment, you’re terrified it’s Touya, texting you to tell you that he knows, you little slut, scrambling to snatch it off of the nightstand as trembling fingers hastily unlock it.

It isn’t Touya.

It’s Tomura.

best birthday present of my life, hands down. thank you. i love you.

The resounding slam! of the front door has your entire body flinching violently, the heels of Touya’s heavy boots thumping against the tile as he kicks them off mingling with his smooth voice as he calls your name.

It’s with watery eyes and painful little sniffles catching in your chest that your quivering thumb jabs at that tiny little trashcan in the corner of your screen, watching through blurry vision as the entire conversation disappears into the ether, gone forever—though those three glowing words that concluded the text are etched into the very tissue of your brain, where they will remain, forever.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura #eeeeee happy birthday baby boy ilysm #hehehehehe #ENJOY ENJOY ENJOY

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shortprince-cos · 3 years

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Patton's Normal And Totally Not Angsty Birthday

Summary: Patton was fully expecting to spend his birthday with his stuffed animals and pictures instead of actual people, but his famILY had other secret plans.

Warnings: Crying, being alone for an extended period of time, angst, slight innuendo. Tell me if I need to add anything else!

Pairings: Platonic DRLAMP (all)

{Masterlist}

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Patton was fully expecting to spend his birthday with his stuffed animals and pictures instead of actual people.

It wasn't a far-fetched idea, considering what had happened earlier last year. Everyone was still on their toes from the...fight.

It wasn't a fight though! It was more like a...big disagreement. That kind of maybe split everyone apart and left Patton alone...

But it was fine! Everyone just needed some alone time! Even if it had been awhile - a long while - since the incident. They just needed to think about things, and when they were ready, Patton would apologize and they would hopefully accept!

Hopefully...

Patton turned in his bed again, trying to sleep for the umpteenth time that night.

He sighed and eventually sat up, glancing at the clock. It said it was 4:16 in the morning, now it was technically January fifteenth.

Happy birthday to him.

Patton wiped the tears off his face and put on his glasses and his cat hoodie. Well, if it was his birthday, he might as well have a cupcake and make a wish. He'd probably need it, to be fully honest.

Patton meandered through the hallway, glancing at everyone's different colored doors. Everyone was probably asleep.

He remembers when it used to be just three doors in the hallway. Just Morality, Creativity, and Logic. Was it simpler then? Or were they just living in ignorance?

"No one knows you better than yourself, am I right, Tony?"

"I know big words too! Ssssssaxophone-"

"Who knows what'll happen if you don't adopt them, and they need a good home!"

"Anything he darn well pleases!"

...Maybe he was the only one not taking things seriously. They say ignorance is...better to live in, and Patton was basically swimming in it before his wake up call.

"We need actual contributions from you, now and then."

Is that why this happened? Maybe he's been ignorant of all the actual dilemmas this entire time. That's how everything went wrong! He didn't just suddenly not know what to do, he never knew what to do! He just hid it with jokes and puns and silly commentary to 'lighten the mood', but really he was just a distraction from their actual problems.

Patton hugged himself as he stood in the hallway, surrounded by the doors of his friends. Well, if they still wanted to be his friend.

Patton glanced at the dark purple door in the hall, cringing at the memories that came with it.

"Now Anxiety, if you don't want to participate, you can just sit this one out."

"Awww you poor little anxious baby!"

"And what about Anxiety, he always seems to get you down."

Patton swiped his tears away, hurriedly making his way down the hall to the staircase.

Janus didn't have a door here yet; he said he'd rather stay with the others in the hidden side of the mindscape.

Probably because of how awful they all were to him.

"Deceit, standing in the spot of one of my four best friends."

"Um, you're in my spot."

"Because Thomas gave his word, but you wouldn't know anything about words, would'ja mister?"

"I may be amphibian, but I can't say that I am fibbin'!"

God, they were so terrible to him. No wonder he doesn't like being around any of them.

Patton's hands shook as he gripped the banister at the top of the stairs, holding in his silent sobs.

All of this is his fault. He caused the rift in his famILY.

Suddenly he heard voices from downstairs. Wasn't everyone in bed? It was four in the morning, who would be up right now?

Patton wiped the tears off his face for the umpteenth time and took deep breaths, trying to steady himself.

He stalked down the top stairs slowly, trying to listen in onto what the voice was saying.

"Listen," A voice whispered. "I'm just pointing out all the possibilities."

"More like all the negabilities, seeing how all of them are negative." Another snarked.

"Just- does he even wanna see us? We basically ghosted him for months. We didn't even include him on the Nico situation. Why didn't we do that, he's the heart! He's like, the most important side for that!"

Oh. They were talking about him.

Patton debated leaving, going down there, or keep on listening before another voice spoke up.

"I doubt he would not wish to see us. If anything, I believe he would like to talk about what happened."

"Logan, we're talking about Patton here. If we talk, he'll just say he's fine when he's clearly not fine."

"That's not true." One obviously lied.

So all four of them were downstairs talking about him. Wait, isn't there supposed to be five-

"Hi Potty-cakes!" Remus suddenly shouted from behind him.

Patton shrieked in surprise, before almost tumbling down the stairs before someone caught him.

"Pat! Are you okay?!" Virgil said, slowly helping Patton to his feet.

"Y-Yeah, I'm perfect!" He said, plastering his Patton-ted fake smile.

Virgil squinted at him. "Pat, have you been crying?"

Ah. Guess the smile didn't work.

Patton noticed that everyone was crowded around him, including Janus, which meant that lying was out of the question.

"Uh- kinda?" Another smile.

Someone swore under their breath as Logan spoke up. "Patton, what are you doing awake at this hour? Don't you normally get up at seven?"

Patton stood up straightly instead of leaning on Virgil. "Oh, I just woke up and couldn't fall back asleep! What're you guys...?" Patton started as he finally looked around the room, noticing the balloons, streamers, and a banner that they had used for every birthday Patton had had.

"...doing?" He finished.

"Uh-" Roman started. "Well uh- we were kind of...surprising you with a birthday party?" He shrugged nervously.

Patton stood shocked for a moment. They were throwing him a surprise birthday party? Why? Why would they do that- weren't they mad at him? There's no way they would just suddenly not be mad at him! What was happening?!

"Pat, what's wrong?" Janus suddenly asked, putting a gloved hand on Patton's shoulder.

"I'm fine, why?" He answered on instinct.

"Padre, you're crying." Roman explained.

Patton touched his cheek, and sure enough, he was crying. "O-Oh. I guess I am."

Another hand gripped his wrist. "Pop-star, are you okay?" Virgil asked with concern and sincerity in his voice.

Patton immediately started sobbing. "No, no I'm not."

Some tentacles wrapped around him from behind - probably Remus - as a bunch of arms started surrounding him as well, securely trapping him in a hug.

Patton kept crying into someone's shoulder as multiple people kept whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Eventually, Patton had stopped crying, just enjoying the feeling of a hug - a hug! - surrounding him.

Then, they started pulling away, leaving Patton with traces of warmth left over.

"Patton, are you alright?" Logan asked with concern in his eyes.

Patton rubbed at his eyes again and sniffled. "Y-Yeah. I'm just overwhelmed, I guess. I kinda expected to spend today alone..."

Everyone made a noise of either surprise or concern.

"Patton I..." Roman started, looking at the ground in guilt. "I didn't mean to make you feel alone, I just-" He sighed. "I talked to De-Janus, and he helped me realize that it wasn't like you were trying to make me the bad guy, you were just trying to tell me that Janus wasn't one either. So, I planned a party to apologize to you, and well, I guess the surprise is ruined."

Patton immediately hugged Roman the minute he stopped talking. Roman chuckled, but Patton could hear the tears in his voice.

"I'm- I'm so sorry I-"

"Shh, don't be." Roman comforted. "We all forgive you."

After another minute of hugging, Logan cleared his throat.

"While this moment is very touching and much needed, it is currently almost five in the morning, so I suggest we all take a nap before we get into the festivities."

Everyone made noises of agreement, when Patton interrupted.

"Um- could we-?" Patton started before cutting himself off.

"What's up, Pat?" Virgil asked.

"Uh- I-I just thought that maybe we could..."

"Cuddle on the couch?" Janus finished with a smirk on his face.

Patton nodded with blush on his face.

"Ooo sexy~"

"Remus, I swear to all things princely-" Roman started before the twins started arguing and Logan had to break them up before they could brawl in the living room.

Eventually, everyone on the was cuddled up on the couch and snuggling in one way or another, and Patton couldn't be more content.

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Whoo! I finished on time!!!!!!!! I'm so proud of myself for writing this in one day! Though, I think it's a bit rushed, I forgive myself for that tho because it was written in one day lol

Ty for reading! I really enjoyed writing Patton angst again lol!

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inkbyajm · 3 years

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Holiday Blues

pairing: C.H. x fem!reader

category: fluff, slight angst

word count: 1.1k

notes: it’s been two weeks, but i finally wrote the second part to the holiday series! i decided to change a few things: for starters, in this world, the pandemic DOESN’T EXIST for the sake of the plot, and the reason why corpse and reader can’t see each other is because she lies and says she doesn’t quite have the funds to travel. anyways, it’s christmas in three days, and 2020 will be over NEXT WEEK i’m so excited!! also, i’m curious as to which christmas songs you’re obsessed with at the moment 👀 to me, december means i can finally blast I’M GONNA KILL SANTA CLAUS by the most greg of all gregs - mr. danny gonzalez. and no one can stop me, because ‘tis the season.

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It was halfway into December and Corpse had felt absolutely no holiday cheer. Well, that’s not exactly true. He’d streamed once or twice, he’d played with friends off camera too. But once everything cut, the corners of his lips would drop and he’d slouch back into his seat, with an air of defeat, as he thought about his love having a merry time on the other side of the Atlantic ocean.

Unbeknownst to him, (Y/N) and his friends had collectively decided to throw a big Christmas party in the new OfflineTV mansion the group had recently finished renovating. (Y/N) wasn’t going to leave her boyfriend without a present, nor was she leaving him to celebrate anything alone. While, initially, a festive gathering was all she had planned, a little bird (more like a flock) had been telling her all about her partner and the state he had been in lately. He wasn’t exactly fooling anyone with the “I’m fine”s and the “yeah, I’m good, just tired”s, contrary to his belief. So she very bravely decided to take on the 14+ hour transatlantic flight and pop in for a visit in the city of angels only a couple of days before Christmas Eve. Until then, though, he had to be kept in the dark. And in this case, what he didn’t know did hurt him.

━

It was a chilly morning when Corpse woke up with his body aching all over. Another restless night, another long day to spend. With a groan, he got up to start his morning routine, while taking his medication along the way.

As he walked to the kitchen to make up some kind of breakfast, he scrolled through his social media feeds to see if anything new had been posted while he was away.

His heart tightened ever so slightly, he couldn’t tell if it was due to his condition, or due to the feeling of jealousy which rose the longer he stared at her recent post. He felt selfish, of course she was allowed to have male friends, he himself had many female friends. But he still felt like that could have been, or rather should have been, him.

Dejectedly, he went on to Twitter to end up feeling even worse. He didn’t feel like telling anyone about how pathetic of a boyfriend he was being, yet he wanted to get out something. In the end, he settled with a good ol’ cryptic message as per usual Corpse Husband style.

Not feeling like eating much anymore, the brunette settled for quick oats. An hour had gone by, maybe even two, time was difficult to keep up with when nothing was done to spend it. He sat in his living room, the pictures she had posted floating around his mind, and realised (Y/N) hadn’t called him once since the beginning of the month. She’d warned him she was going to be busy, but he thought perhaps she had at least an hour to talk about all the riveting things she had been up to in the past couple of weeks.

Nervously, he picked up his phone and hovered his finger over her name. Wasn’t it late where she lived? What if she was having dinner with her roommates? It would be rude to interrupt their evening. But as he was hesitating, his finger had accidentally pressed the screen, prompting the ringing to begin.

It rang once, it rang twice. Three times. Four. Just as he was about to hang up, the timer had started, indicating that she was on the line.

“Hello?” Warmth instantly spread across his chest at the sound of her voice he hadn’t heard in too long a time.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Corpse felt shy all of a sudden, as if he was speaking to her for the first time. He hadn’t thought about what he was going to say beforehand.

“How are you?” he asked, putting her on speaker as he fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt.

“I’m good! Really good, actually,” she spoke softly, a hint of pep in her voice, “how are you doing?”

“I uh...I woke up feeling sore today. Feels like someone beat me up in my sleep.” he followed up with a light chuckle so as to not completely ruin the mood. There was a short moment of silence before (Y/N) finally responded.

“I’m sorry. Did you take your medication?” Her reply felt somewhat off. Usually, she’d make it a bigger deal, asking him to rate the pain from 1 to 5 (1 being “eh, it’s barely there” and 5 being “put me out of my misery”), making sure he was going about his day alright, or even giving him virtual kisses to make him feel even a little bit better.

“I did, yeah, I took them this morning.” He wanted to talk about something, anything, but he couldn’t not think about what had been bothering him for the past two hours. “So, I saw you had one eventful day yesterday?”

“Yes! (F3/N) and I went on a hike early in the morning, and oh, Corpse, it was so magical!” he heard her gush, “there was snow everywhere, it was so so pretty. And although it was kinda really cold, we built super cute snowmen and made snow angels! Then I spent some time baking sugar cookies with my roommates, after that we went shopping for a bit. They had both gone out with their partners in the evening, so I went to bother (F3/N) again. It was cool though, he didn’t mind. I promise.” she giggled, finished with her rant.

Although he was sad that he hadn’t gotten the chance to make such fun memories with her, he was also pleased to hear how well she’d been doing. She sounded so joyous, so full of life, he didn’t have the heart to burden her with his gloominess.

“That sounds nice.” he faintly smiled, “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

Oh how it absolutely broke her to hear him desperately trying to support her, to keep up the image of not being bothered in the slightest. She was very close to telling him how much she missed him, how badly she wanted to see his pretty face and run her fingers through his soft messy curls. But she had to resist those temptations, for their reunion was only a few days away, and she had worked very hard to create this temporary distance between them. It was all for the end goal. Determined to follow through with her plan, she had decided to end the call early.

“Sorry, (F1/N) just messaged me. They need another pair of hands to set up the Christmas village on the table.”

“Oh, alright, yeah, you go make your house pretty. Send me a picture of the masterpiece.” She was sure to have heard her heart break right then and there.

“Of course, bubba. Okay bye, love you!”

His heart swelled a little at her words. At least she still loved him.

“Love you too.”

#corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse x you #corpse husband fic

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roll-da-credits · 3 years

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His Biggest Regret -Bakugou Katsuki x Reader-

Word count: 2.28k

After cracking down a big mafia operation on the other side of the globe, the entire alumni’s of UA’s 1st year finally gets together. The festive situation didn’t sit right with Bakugou who felt the overwhelming longing of someone he couldn’t have anymore.

!Warning!:

Mentions of death, mentions of injury, I think that’s it?

A/n: I honestly felt sad writing this haha, I’m kind of proud of it? Editting it was a hassle tho. Anyways, hope ya’ll enjoy some Bakugou (or Bakugo however you want to spell it) angst.

“Congrats Kacchan!!!” Deku playfully slaps the back of his childhood friend.

His smile was bigger than ever. Around Bakugou was his former classmates all talking away in their own little space.

It's been a long time since they all got together since their graduation. Every time anyone tried to plan anything, at least one of them couldn’t make it. But after a big takedown on a pesky Mafia group on the other side of the globe, they all agreed to take a break and celebrate.

The mastermind of the entire operation was the number 1 hero himself, Katsuki Bakugou. “Without you, I don’t think we’d be able to crack the operation.” Kirishima walked over to them with an equally bright smile.

“Tsk, of course! You extras would’ve gotten nowhere without me!!!” The group laughed together.

Some things just never change when it comes to their anger issues ridden former classmate.

“Then I shall make a toast!” Iida spoke loud enough to make sure everyone heard his voice. Everyone nodded and raised a glass. “To Bakugou, for cracking the mystery of Banana Fish.”

“And to all of us who worked together to finally end Golzine’s reign.” With that, everyone cheered and took a sip from whatever drinks they were holding.

Soon enough, endless chatter filled the entire room.

Smiles, laughter, and giggles could be heard from any point of the room. Old friends reconciling with each other. Old lovers mending their relationships. And old enemies finally apologizing.

It felt foreign to Bakugou.

Not the fact that they were all getting along. It wasn’t that.

It was the fact that everyone knew they were missing someone incredibly important.

They weren’t here right now.

He observed the private club with a keen eye. There were bottles of random drinks on almost every table, shot glasses also littered there.

His former classmates were always responsible drinkers. But today, they took shots after shots. Bottle after bottle.

Even Iida seemed to always have a different drink in his hand every time Bakugou would glance over.

He knew; it wasn’t to celebrate. It was to make sure everyone was too tipsy to say anything that would ruin the mood. It was to make sure that no one brought ‘them’ up.

Afterall, their busy schedules weren’t the only thing that stopped them from getting back together and hanging out.

They held fear in their eyes any time the thought of getting together would cross their minds. The thought of having to come face to face with their greatest failure as a hero, friend, and classmate.

Bakugou knew the feeling all too well.

When he was alone, there were plenty of things he could do to prevent his mind from wandering too far. But whenever he’d come across Deku or Shoto in missions or patrol.

If he were to strike a conversation, there’d always be a small silence that would almost always lead to them bringing up the topic of ‘them’.

“Heyyyy bakubrooo you should relax, you seem a little tense!!!” Kirishima’s words slurred.

It was close to 2 am, the party had already died down a little bit.

Some of his more responsible friends are already long gone. Leaving behind either the ones who are passed out or waiting for their ride.

“Get that shit away from me shitty hair!” He huffed and pushed the half full bottle of some random alcohol his friend tried to hand to him.

“Oh, come one number one. You should loosen up!!! You looked more angry than usual this entire time!!!” Kirishima sat down on the couch beside Bakugou with a loud thud.

“I mean, doesn’t the number one hero deserve a break every once in a while? You deserve it Bakubro. You cracked this giant case!!! Without you, that guy with the purple mohawk could’ve died.”

Kirishima laughed, reminiscing all the sleepless nights he and Bakugou would spend just doing research and trying to gain information from anywhere they could.

He took another swig from the half-emptied bottle, “I don’t deserve the number one spot dumbass.”

Bakugou muttered barely above a whisper.

Even though Kirishima was beyond wasted, the fact that his usually guarded friend suddenly opened up sobered him. “Hey, don’t be like that Bakubro. I’m sure they’d want you to be happy.”

Kirishima tried his best to comfort his friend, to no avail.

“I’m going home.” Bakugou suddenly stood up. “Don’t drive dumbass.” With that he walked to leave the club and to his car, hearing Kirishima yell his response. “Got it!!!”

When he got home, he quickly changed out of the annoyingly formal attire, back to his normal everyday attire. A black tank top and sweatpants.

Bakugou fell onto his bed with a small thud, a sigh of exhaustion left his lips. “Damn shitty hair talking about shit that shouldn’t be talked about.”

There was an unspoken rule amongst anyone who knew the alumni’s situation.

Don’t talk about them, you’ll regret it.

After tossing and turning around, Bakugou realized. He couldn’t sleep.

“Fuck.”

It wasn’t a normal sight to see the hero not being able to sleep. He was so strict about his sleeping schedules too. But his mind can’t seem to leave what Kirishima said.

“I’m sure they’d want you to be happy.”

Who does Kirishima think he was? Talking about them like that. Who knows what they’d think of him right now? He broke his promise to always protect them. To always be by their side.

His head looked to the right. A bedside cabinet made out of wood, stood. Devoid of any decor and just with a single compartment.

A single object lies within that cabinet.

His mind argued with each other, debating whether or not to open it.

“Fuck it!”

If he regretted this decision, he’d deal with that later.

Sitting up on the side of his bed he looked solemnly towards the cabinet.

A shaking hand opened the compartment.

There was a single photo frame, the photo side facing down instead of up.

Before he could back down, he took the frame and flipped it to see the photo.

The photo gleamed at him. It was a pitiful reminder.

Overwhelming sadness and anger filled him, when he looked at the picture. Anger, frustration, longingness, sadness, it all came crashing down.

Before he knew it, stray tears fell from his eyes.

The photo was the last photo he ever took together with his high school sweetheart. The love of his life. The person he promised to marry one day. It was the last photo he ever took with you before the world took you away.

Before those villains attacked UA whilst he was in his 3rd year.

It was before he lost the most important person to a villain.

The battlefield was a mess. It had ended but it was still a mess. Random debris scattered around. Some of his classmates and other students from other classes were injured and bloody.

Most of the league had gone with Shigaraki through Kurogiri’s portal, but there’s no telling if someone had stayed. Especially that specific villain with an invisibility quirk.

He had proven to be a rather difficult enemy because of his quirk, but realizing he was outnumbered, he hadn’t showed himself at all. No one saw him walk through Kurogiri’s portal either.

Bakugou shoved that concern to the back of his mind, he had other things to concern himself over. One of the biggest was, finding you.

He needed to apologize. The other night you and he got into a pretty big argument. All because of his anger issues and his pride.

But he couldn’t find you anywhere. Knowing your teleportation quirk.

You’d probably be helping other people around. Helping people deal with debris, transporting different things, and overall doing what you can to relieve any burdens from both the teachers and the students.

He wasn’t really focused on anything. He thought the battle was over. He just needed to find you.

He let his guard down.

He didn’t notice the invisible villain appearing once more to stab him from behind.

He didn’t notice until it was too late.

An ear-splitting scream broke the relatively quiet mood. He knew that scream.

He knew that voice.

His head snapped to the back and everything seemed to have slowed.

He remembered the panic and fear in your eyes. When he noticed the blade embedded in your heart, anger covered his senses.

Another yell resonated in the air. This time it was his own.

Bakugou’s hand went to the villain’s face and blasted them to somewhere he couldn’t even bother to care.

His arms caught your limp body from falling to the cold ground.

The world seemed to turn gray around him. The only thing he could see was your figure on his arms.

Blood pooling from your wound.

The anger that he felt just moments before was quickly replaced by fear.

“WHY DID YOU DO THAT DUMBASS?!” the people around him froze.

You tried to mutter enough energy to at least say a word. Just a single word. “Sorry.” Your voice came in stutters. Followed by a cough of blood.

He felt your body in his hands growing heavier, your hand on his cheek fell to the ground.

“DUMBASS WAKE UP!!!” he didn’t know if it was the shock of the surprise attack or the fear that made his voice crack. “WAKE UP OR I’LL NEVER COOK YOU FOOD AGAIN.”

Your eyes were wide open, but they were cold, empty, unresponsive.

He let tears flow down freely. Now clutching your body against his chest.

“No please.” He wrapped his arms around your body one arm below the stab and another from the bottom, above the stab. “Please teddy bear. I’m sorry ok? I’m sorry. This is enough payback for the shit I said to you last night. So please ok? Please wake up.”

A few of your classmates already a sobbing mess on the ground.

“Please teddy bear, the prank is over. Please… wake up…” Kirishima’s hand on his shoulder broke his trance.

He looked up at his standing friend.

Kirishima saw the sight of his usual angry, stubborn, brave friend, turn weak. Tears were already pouring from Kirishima’s eyes. But he needed to be strong.

It wasn’t his place to breakdown when his best friend had lost the only person who was brave enough of taking the challenge of calming the beast.

“I’m sorry Bakubro.” Kirishima shook his head.

That was the thing that made Bakugou finally realize, you were gone. He screamed up to the sky, cursing whatever God had decided you’d sacrifice your own life for his. He was frustrated he couldn’t protect you.

Kirishima looked around, and he saw how much his classmates cared about him.

No one dared to move or utter a sound above a stifle of cries. No one knew how to react. For the first time in UA history, a student has died in the school’s premise. And that student, was you.

Though Kirishima couldn’t see all of his classmates. He was sure they’d be equally as devastated to hear what had happened. You were such an important part in their lives. To have yours be stripped away that easily was shocking.

You were a ball of sunshine that brought joy no matter what you were feeling or where you were.

But now you lie on the ground, cold.

That night, the entire class was reminded of the hard truth of being as self-sacrificing as you were. You’d sacrifice your sleep to tutor Denki. You’d sacrifice resting your aching muscles just to make everyone’s favourite dishes for dinner.

Now, you’ve sacrificed your life for your lover’s.

He wiped the clear frame from dust and took a closer look at it.

You took it the morning before the argument. It was breakfast and for some reason, you were awake as early as him, for the first time in forever.

You had one of your arms around his torso, hugging him from behind. A bright smile decorated your face as you looked at the camera. Bakugou on the other hand looked to the side with a scowl on his face.

He remembered, after taking that photo. You kissed his cheek and uttered a sweet good morning before making your own breakfast. You didn’t miss the pink hue that decorated his cheeks. Your teasing giggles filled the room.

God, the things he’d give up just to hear your giggles again.

“You’ll never get hurt as long as I’m around.”

“Shut up dumbass, you won’t get hurt. I’ll protect you.”

“I won’t let anyone harm you.”

Those were just some promises he had made to himself and to you.

But now, here he was regretting the fact that his very last conversation with you was a useless back and forth of insults.

If he could turn back time and sacrifice himself, he would.

Bakugou placed the frame down and opened his phone, hoping for some sort of distraction. He wasn’t ready to completely face it yet. Though, everything online only fuelled his self-loathing

There were articles everywhere about how the number one hero Ground Zero otherwise known as Katsuki Bakugou, had saved the lives of thousands of people by cracking a giant drug market.

They all praised him. They all agreed he deserved the spot.

But did he really?

He didn’t think that such a title can be for him. Someone who broke all the promises he ever made to you.

How could he be the number one hero when the only person who was able to control him whilst loving him unconditionally died because of him.

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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To the Stars Who Listen- 9a

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 2177

Summary: When Loki desires to never fall in love, he casts a spell to prevent such a thing from happening. Except, well, in the matters of love and magic, you never know the result it may have in the end. Loki x Reader

A/N: Ok so I started to write this and then had to go back to edit it and then I added more and then it was all just angst and it was just getting so long and I couldn’t fix it. ANYWHO, the Halloween special will now be two parts. I’m really hoping it won’t be three but we shall have to wait and see.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! Please be safe out there!

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Loki refrained from groaning as he stepped into the jet that would take them back to the Tower. Sam and Bucky were fighting over the pilot seat while Wanda was chattering loudly about the costume she had managed to find for herself and Vision. Loki catches your eye and he can tell you wish to speak to him. He doesn’t allow you the chance as he storms out of the seating area in preference of the solitude found in the back.

The quinjet finally sets out of the compound and Loki manages to survive the short ride without being pulled into whatever conversation you wish to have with him. You most likely wanted to know the truth behind what you had revealed previously. An answer he would refuse to give you.

Loki is almost cornered by you in the arrival at the tower but by sheer luck, you are called away by the AI allowing Loki to peacefully make his way down to his residential floor. The peace he had in mind at the return of his familiar abode is disrupted at the sight of Thor waiting for him there.

Loki’s annoyance grows at the sight of his brother regaled in his Asgardian armor swinging Mjolnir with ease.

“Welcome back, brother.”

Loki just grunts in response as he tries to maneuver around the big oaf.

“I went ahead and prepared your armor for the party tonight,” Thor continues with a smile. “It should be a merry night full of drinking and dancing. We should thoroughly enjoy it.”

“I’m not going to that party.”

“Why not?”

“Because I refuse to partake in Midgardian celebrations.”

“I would think you would enjoy this one, Loki. It’s all about mischief and magic.”

Loki rubs his eyes tiredly.

“I am quite tired, brother. I am in no mood for festivities.”

“You never are,” Thor states, forcing Loki to stop right outside his bedroom door. “You always hide out here and avoid having any fun. You’ve been here for months, Loki, and you have failed to participate in any way or form to enjoy humanity.”

“I hate this place,” Loki responds. “Why would I try to find some silver lining?”

“If that is the case then perhaps I should report to father that you have made no progress and have you sent back home.”

That definitely deepens the foul mood Loki was already in.

“If I go to this party will you refrain from reporting to father?”

Thor thinks for a few seconds before relenting.

“Yes, I would.”

“Great, good,” Loki mutters as he slips into the darkness of his room. “I’m not wearing my armor though.”

“Then what will you wear?”

Loki doesn’t respond promptly slamming the door closed to Thor’s face.

The lab was as pristine and proper as the day before you had come in and destroyed it. The wall had been repaired and the equipment that had been easily thrown before was now bolted to the ground. You let out a sigh as you try to forget that dark moment of your life when you had turned against your friends for no reason.

You still couldn’t remember what happened but it still shook you to the very core. The truth was something everyone valued and yet you had overlooked the darkness it could truly hold. Lying didn’t seem so bad now and you miss having the simple ability.

Shaking yourself from that thought, you scanned the rest of the room looking for the man of the hour.

The moment the jet landed at the tower you were promptly told by FRIDAY that Tony requested your presence in the lab.

You tried to make a quick stop towards the Asgardian floor but the AI had overlooked your floor request in preference of following its creator’s demand.

The lab remained silent after you came in. FRIDAY had announced your presence but Tony was nowhere to be seen. You felt yourself being watched but could find no one. You were starting to grow paranoid which didn’t help when a loud bang resonated nearby.

Your head snaps towards the source of the crash and you relax when you realize it’s just Dum-E hitting against the nearby desk.

“Oh Dum-E, I thought I was…”

“BOO!”

You jump at the sudden shout behind you. Out of pure instinct, you throw your hands in front of you causing your gauntlets to shoot out two straight lines of energy. The beams scorch two black spots on the recently repaired wall.

“Well that’s new.”

You turn around and glare at Tony.

“What the hell, Tony!” you shout at him. “I could have killed you.”

Tony chuckles in response and is quick to apologize.

“Sorry, kid,” he answers. “Didn’t realize you were Iron Man 2.0.”

You roll your eyes at him and laugh sarcastically at him.

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny,” you joke. “These things are the only reason I have some semblance of control.”

“Let me see them.”

You raise your hands and show him the golden gauntlets.

“Interesting design,” he mutters as he grabs a hold of them, turning them around back and forth. “I’m assuming the stones are important by their placement. I wonder what they’re made of. Carbon-based, maybe? Rare space jewel? I would have to run some tests…”

“Yeah, not possible,” you comment. “I can’t take these off. Things could go very wrong.”

Tony scowls as he lets your hands go.

“Can’t risk it for a few minutes?” Tony asks. “I’m sure I could improve them for a nicer aesthetic and easier mobility.”

“Tony…”

“Come on,” he nudges. “You don’t see me wearing my blasters because they’re comfortable. It’ll only be a few minutes. Five tops.”

You hesitate and Tony pesters on.

“Let me do this for you. It’s the least I can do if you have to wear those atrocities for the rest of your life.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek before relenting.

“Just be careful with the stones and be quick, please,” you plead at him. “I don’t wish to have a repeat of my last mishaps.”

Tony snorts as he helps you slide the gauntlets off your hands.

“Heard about that,” he snickers. “A little birdie told me and by birdie, I obviously mean Sam.”

You laugh and shake your head at him watching as he steps towards his desk and pulls out an array of files into the screen. He flips through them quickly before stopping at one.

Pepper Gift Ideas.

“Um, Tony?”

He ignores you as he opens the file up and scatters out the multiple designs he’s sketched out. You’re shocked at the multiple documents in the file but don’t have the chance to inspect them closely as Tony finds the one he was looking for.

“Here it is,” he states as he picks the design and throws it onto the screen next to his equipment. “What do you think, kid?”

“Oh, wow,” you whisper as you look at the design on display. “That’s beautiful.”

“Was tinkering for a while about making Pepper her own jewelry,” Tony responds beside you. “But she never wears what I get her.”

“I’m sure she would wear this,” you tell him. “Are you sure you want to use this design on me?”

Tony is quick to nod.

“You’ve been dealt a shitty hand with this power,” Tony answers honestly. “I just want to make things better for you in any way I can.”

“Thanks, Tony,” you tell him, heartfelt at his generosity. “Really, thank you.”

Tony clears his throat from the rising emotion and looks away. He picks up your gauntlet and begins to disassemble them.

“Now go away,” he mutters. “Let me work in peace.”

“You told me it would only be five minutes.”

“Well I lied. I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

You roll your eyes at him and Tony simply smirks.

“I’ll have them done soon, I promise, so why don’t you go ahead and find your partner in crime, Natasha. She’s got your costume in her room.”

You hesitate but you’ve already done your daily exercises to tire your powers out. Nothing could go wrong. Or at least that’s what you hoped for.

You wince at the sharp tug of your hair. You glare at Natasha through the mirror but she simply smirks in response. You had no choice when it came to getting ready for this impromptu Halloween party. Natasha dragged you into her room the moment you showed up at her door.

You didn’t mind her help for the party. In fact, you were glad to have it as the redhead went above and beyond to have everything ready for you. From the costume to the hair and makeup, Natasha had arranged it all. All you had to do was sit there and allow her to make her vision into a reality.

Though you would use this time to catch up with your close friend, your mind was far away at the moment.

Ever since your last lesson, Loki had avoided you like the plague. Any attempt of trying to apologize to him was somehow thwarted by Loki himself or some outside force. It didn’t help that Tony’s impromptu invitation and the jet that followed severed any chance of forcing him to see you.

You felt guilty.

You had crossed a line by revealing something he wasn’t ready to when all he had done was help you. You needed to apologize and you needed to do it soon.

“Ok, spill it.”

You look up at Natasha’s pointed stare and sigh.

“I can’t hide anything, can I?” you mutter tiredly. Nat tugs on your hair again and you hiss at the action. “I’m fine, Nat. Just trying to settle my mind.”

“Of what?”

You take a deep breath debating whether it was a good idea to tell her of your past week with Loki.

Nat despised him with every fiber of her being, but you… you didn’t.

“Loki’s been a great teacher considering I’m a ticking time bomb...”

“But?” Nat interrupts.

“But,” you repeat with a huff. “I keep ruining everything with this stupid power.”

“You?” Nat asks, confused. “You ruined everything? Not him?”

“Nat…”

“I’m sorry,” she sarcastically laughs. “That doesn’t make sense. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You don’t understand,” you sigh. “If you just let me explain…”

“Then explain.”

You take a deep breath and turn away from the mirror to look at Natasha directly.

“I have invaded everyone’s privacy. I’ve learned things I have no right knowing and revealed things without permission. You already know how guilty I felt because of it,” you explain. “Yet, Loki wasn’t one of them. He’s immune to my power as I am to his but I recently crossed a line and uncovered something I wasn’t supposed to.”

“What was it?”

“You know I can’t tell you.”

Natasha huffs in response but shrugs her curiosity off.

“So?” she asks. “What’s wrong then?”

“I feel really bad about it, Nat, and he’s avoiding me and I just want to apologize to him because I invaded his privacy but he won’t even let me get close to him to do it.”

“He doesn’t need an apology,” Nat scoffs. “He’s a grown man. He can lick up his wounds and move on.”

You’re starting to regret confiding in her about your situation but Loki has yet to teach you how to evade telling the truth without necessarily resorting to lying.

“I apologized to you and everyone after my first outburst,” you remind her. “You didn’t need me to but I’m sure it helped.”

Natasha lets out a breath but she knew you had a point.

“Loki doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

She’s being honest with her opinion but you don’t feel the same way.

“I think differently,” you answer. “I think it’s been a long time since Loki’s been treated with some kindness.”

Natasha's eyes narrow down at you.

“Do you…” she hesitates. “What exactly is your relationship with him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you acquaintances? Friends? Or is it more?”

You’re surprised at the question.

“I guess we’re friends?” you answer unsurely. “Mentor and student seems weird so yeah… friends.”

Natasha seems unconvinced but she doesn’t speak up on it. Instead, she motions you to face forward again so she could finish up with your hair.

“So do you think I’ll have time to slip out to apologize or am I going to have to wait until the party?”

Nat can’t avoid the snort from escaping her promptly earning her a confused look from you.

“Loki doesn’t go to the parties,” she tells you. “Not since I could remember.”

“Then why did he come with us in the jet?”

“Maybe because he has to monitor you and we have to monitor him?”

Nat’s right but you can only hope that Loki might prove her wrong.

“If he’s there… apologize to him,” Nat tells you hoping to ease the scowl that was settling on your face. “Just don’t expect him to forgive you. He’s not apologetic, far less forgiving.”

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yujaecha · 3 years

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BTS at a Carnival Date | Scenario/Imagine

Info: fluff & tiny angst

Pairing: BTSxReader

Warnings: Alcohol, drunkenness, fainting

A/n: Loved doing this request! I loved the idea of a fun carnival vibe, though through writing, I don’t think I’ve ever been to an actual carnival! Can you believe that? Haha, I’m hoping my imagined idea is good enough! I’m picturing like brazil-carnival-colourfulness, like Rio carnival, which may be a little stereotypical, but I love the idea of this kind of energy!

NOTE: Y/F/N = Your friend's name and Y/F/BF = Your friend's boyfriend.

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Song rec: Carnival B.A.P

Jin

You and Jin had wandered around the carnival for a few hours; the crowd had spread to the side street parties after the main procession. There were so many people around still, drinking, eating, dancing, and generally having fun. It was even beginning to get dark, but the atmosphere was still so vibrant and lively.

“Should we head home soon?” Jin inquired, as you weaved in and out around people. You absolutely did not want the night to be over just yet.

“I’m kind of hungry actually, why don’t we get some food then head off?”

“Ooh, good idea,” he scanned the small and tightly packed street

“There’s a table over there. Let's grab it quick before it gets taken!”

“Good spot!” You said, rushing towards the space. Fortunately, you managed to get there before anyone else.

“We can’t leave this spot until we are ready to leave; it’ll get snatched up so quickly." He said, looking around at the crowd; it even seemed to be getting busier compared to before.

“Did you enjoy the carnival?” You asked him. You hadn’t been seeing each other for that long, a few weeks, really. You were still getting to know each other, so you didn’t know if your suggestion to go to the carnival was a good one.

“It was great Y/N, really!” He was all smiles, which made you smile too.

“Ah, I’m glad.” You took a sigh of relief hearing he had enjoyed the date.

“Remember that man in the procession, the one in all blue on the stilts?”

“Yeah! He was super impressive; I couldn’t dance wearing those!” You admit.

“I’d love to see you try!” You both laughed. You continued to talk about the carnival, and Jin, perhaps accidentally, suggested you should both go back the following year together.

“Together?” You repeated, you didn't mean to sound surprised, but deep down, you didn't expect for him to suggest it so confidently.

“Of course!” He says firmly, making you blush. You both ordered some food and continued to talk about everything and anything. The food arrived, and it was incredible! Street food is seriously the best.

Eventually, you were reaching the end of your meals, and Jin noticed your shift in mood.

“What’s wrong Y/N?”

“Oh, I just realised that once we’ve finished the food, we should probably leave. The thing is, I’m just having so much fun.” You admit.

“I suppose… We’ll have to get some dessert then?” He suggested with a smirk. He clearly didn’t want to leave either.

Jin left the table in your hands to get something sweet for the two of you, meanwhile you leant on the table, far more tired than you had realised. You were so zoned out, you didn't realise Jin had returned, only when you felt something pressed onto your nose, buttercream frosting! You wake up out of your daze in shock as Jin giggles.

“Wakey wakey!” He laughs uncontrollably.

“Oh no, you didn’t!” You said, grabbing a small piece of cake and flicking it towards him. He stared in shock as it hits him in the cheek and a mischievous look appeared on his face in response. He flicked another piece towards you and you again back to him.

“Food fight!” you hear someone from the next table shout, and within no time, food is flying everywhere, and the whole of the street party is taking part in the madness!

Once everything had calmed down, you and Jin fell into each other’s arms, exhausted from the long day and then the food fight. You notice Jin staring at your lips.

He leans in “Oh. You have something there…” and picks off a small piece of cake frosting from the side of your mouth with his, rather teasingly. He smirked “got it.”

Suga

Yoongi really was not vibing the atmosphere of the carnival. He was complaining a lot about anything and everything.

“It’s so loud.” He groaned.

“It’s just music and people having fun! Stop being so grumpy.” You replied; it was your idea to go to the carnival in the first place, and you didn’t appreciate his attitude.

“There are so many people, too many!” He added. You decided to just let him carry on and walk with him without. It was your idea to come to the carnival after all, so you weren’t going to let his sour mood ruin it.

You weaved about, walking slightly ahead of Yoongi. There were many food and trinket stalls dotted along the carnival route, slightly away from the main bulk of people. But you couldn't help but feel a little deflated; you were missing the main spectacle to keep him happy. You grabbed some food and stood at the side to eat as all the tables were taken. You attempted to make conversation, but you’re pretty annoyed with him yourself.

“This is so good!” He declared, the first positive he had said thing all day.

“Well, at least one of us is having a good time.” You joked sarcastically, not really paying attention, trying to see the floats over the crowd. Your tone caught his attention, and he finally noticed you looking longingly at the procession and understood what his constant comments had done.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” He looked at you. “I was just hungry, and it's hot. I shouldn’t have complained so much…” he trailed off a little.

“Don’t worry,” you sigh, “It’s not really your sort of thing anyway, is it?”

“That shouldn’t matter. I should have tried more; you wanted to come here, so I should have tried harder, for you.” He said earnestly.

“Let’s try and squeeze our way through? See what's going on?” He suggested, finishing up the food quickly.

“Are you sure?” you asked, and he nodded enthusiastically in response, a complete mood 360; I guess the food gave him a boost of energy.

You both try weaving through the spectators, but it’s no good; the crowd lining the procession is way too dense. Defeated, you decide to give up, but Yoongi knew it was pretty much his fault you didn’t get a spot earlier.

“Ah! I have an idea!” He said as he looks around “Stay right here for a minute, don’t move an inch!”

You stand there for a while wondering what he has up his sleeve, until he returns with a wide smile.

“Follow me!” He said excitedly, grabbing your hand and leads you to a nearby café. Confused, you follow him inside and up to the upper floor. The large room was cool away from the sun, and two glass doors that opened to a balcony with a perfect view of the carnival below. “Much better, huh? I think this is the best view.” He said, leading you out to look down at the procession, putting his arms around you as you both lean on the balcony rail and watch, away from all the crowds and commotion.

“I guess this way it’s the best of both worlds.” You laugh, leaning back into his chest. He really is good at making up for any moodiness. “Remind me to make the most of post-hangry Yoongi again! He's far more romantic than normal!”

J-Hope

Hobi would be so, so excited to be going on a date to the carnival; he’d literally be even more smiley and excitable than usual! He’d dress up pretty “loud,” if you get what I mean, and he would really embrace the day and overall vibes. It’s a place you can both fully immerse yourselves with music, dancing, and fun – his ideal date, really. I feel like he'd be the most likely one to plan this day solely by himself too.

The floats began to pass by gradually as the main part of the carnival began. You were both locked together, and he was pointing out anything and everything excitedly to you; it was such a rush to the senses.

“Ohh, look at that!” He said excitedly.

"How do they do that?" You said, staring at the float passing by.

“Look at that guy’s outfit!”

"He's so flashy!" You laugh together.

"I'd totally wear that." He said, leaning his head onto yours as you continue to look upon the brightly lit festivities.

"You'd look great too." You said matter-of-fact.

"You think so?" He asked excitedly.

"You look good in everything!" You replied, making him squeal cutely.

Suddenly, Hobi's expression changes, as the music, good music began to get louder and louder, more upbeat. You see his expression shift from joy, to curiosity, to a wide-eyed look nodding his head towards the road.

Before you know it, he had pulled you out into the procession, and he was shaking his hips like he’s part of the carnival from the beginning. Of course, he was encouraging you to dance too, you were just laughing at him and the situation. You had just been watching so peacefully, and now you were right in the middle of everything. At that point, what did you have to lose? You danced with him, and, for the most part, blended in with everyone else, but to the two of you, it was as if you are the only two there.

His eyes light up when he sees a nearby bloat with bright glittering lights, and you already know what he’s thinking.

“You can’t!” You said.

“Oh, I definitely can try!” He replied cheekily, giving you a mischievous smile. You couldn't help but cringe at his confidence; you really didn't understand how he did it. He disappeared behind the float, and you walked tentatively alongside, expecting him to come back disappointed, but next thing you know, he emerged atop the float, waving at you to come closer. You approached, so many people’s eyes are on the two of you now. He held out his hands.

“Come on! Get on with me!" And you did, because why the heck not? It was carnival after all, and you were there to have a good time! Somehow the two of you were receiving some of the most cheers from the crowd, or Hobi’s dance moves were at least!

“I can’t believe you!” You said, leaning towards him.

“You love it! Isn’t this way more fun than just watching?” He asked; you couldn't help but agree.

You and Joonie had planned your whole vacation around this one day, you had never experienced a large-scale carnival like this, and you were both so excited. However, there was one issue, the traffic was mad!

You hadn’t really thought about the people, just the celebration. You both sat in the taxi, facing away from one another in silence for a while. You knew how irritated he could get when things didn’t go to plan, so you thought it was best to just remain quiet to avoid an argument.

“I’m sorry,” he finally piped up; you looked at him questioningly. “I should have thought of this; I didn’t think it would be this crazy.”

“It’s fine! We didn’t know.” You assure him. “It’s as much my fault, really don’t beat yourself up over it.” His expression didn’t shift. He began to talk with the taxi driver, seeing how easy it would be to turn around to head back to the hotel.

Defeated, you glanced out of the window and noticed other people abandoning their cars and approaching the carnival on foot. “Wait, don’t turn around!” You suddenly insisted, making both Namjoon and the taxi driver jump. “How long would it take to get there on foot?”

The driver explained it would take about a twenty-minutes to walk, if you were quick and told you a few shortcuts to take too.

“Come on!” You said, grabbing NamJoon’s hand. “If we run, we might make it for the big finale!”

“I don’t know, it’s quite far…” He said, looking in the direction of the carnival. He glanced at you and then his frown shifted to a smile “Do you know what? We’re on vacation! Why not?”

“Yes! Amazing, we’ll have to be quick, though!”

He flashes you a competitive look, a look you know well. “I’ll race you.” He said with a smirk.

“Oh, it’s on, Joonie!” You said back, “be prepared to lose.”

“Hah! We’ll see about that!” He said, grabbing the car door handle, making you do so also reflexively. You both exited the taxi (You paid the driver dw!) and began to run. NamJoon kept grabbing you from behind to sabotage you when you overtook him, and you could hardly run with the laughter between the two of you.

Fortunately, you managed to make it in time, and you managed to beat him too!

“I think looser has to buy drinks.” You insisted, out of breath.

“Hey, that wasn’t part of it.” He replied, also puffed out.

“Well, I’ve just decided that it is.” You said with a smirk and he nodded.

“Whatever you say, speedy.”

You wandered around for ages after the carnival was over, cooling down in the evening breeze. It was absolutely brilliant, more than you had imagined it to be, albeit a somewhat different experience.

Jimin

You had been stood now for a while, and you were cursing yourself for not buying that drink when you saw the seller just a while earlier. It was so hot, and you were feeling a little overwhelmed by all the people, colours, noise. It was a sensory overload.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jimin asked you once again, noticing your change of expression. You really didn’t want to let on that you were uncomfortable, so faked a bright smile.

“Sorry! I was just zoning out there.” You lied. He giggled at you before putting his arm around your shoulder affectionately. He returned his gaze to the floats and sways of people passing you by. Jimin would point out little details, but you couldn’t really focus and found yourself feeling very dizzy and lightheaded. He was so engrossed in the carnival procession, especially the dancing, and you were trying your best to be all smiles and play your part, but the sun shone down hot and heavy onto your head. Someone bumped into you both from behind, pushing you forward slightly.

“Woah, watch where you’re going!” You think you heard Jimin say, but that’s when the world started spinning, and your vision blacked out entirely.

You woke up away from the crowd a little, laying on your back. You weren't sure how long you had been out of it, but the atmosphere was still busy, and the air was still warm.

“Drink this Y/N! You’re okay, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” You heard a familiar voice trying to comfort you from above, but you could hear the slight panic in his voice too.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” you said, trying to sit up, but Jimin held you back.

“Not so fast! I don’t want you fainting again!” You complied, leaning back into his embrace. He leant forward, fanning your face with a pamphlet for the carnival.

“I’m sorry,” you said, defeated. “I really wanted you to enjoy the carnival, but there were so many people, and it was so hot and-“

“-It’s okay!” Jimin said, cutting you off. “Really, I’d much rather you were okay than anything.” You sighed in agreement, with a pang of disappointment through you.

“I’m really okay now. Let’s go back and watch the rest.” You insisted.

“Oh, no way! I asked some guy to go and find a medic. You’re not moving an inch until they get here.” You couldn’t help but love how protective he was. Just a short while before, he was engrossed in the carnival, but now it was like you were the only thing that mattered to him in the world, as you lay in his arms.

The medic came, gave you the all-clear after a while, noting it was probably heat exhaustion. Jimin promised to take better care of you from then on, and you hated how he seemed to blame himself for not taking more notice when you aren't as cheery as he had expected watching the carnival. You tried to insist on returning to catch the end of the procession, but he wouldn’t let you leave the seat they had found for you. You were all pouty and felt undeniably guilty for ruining the day.

“I won’t let you stand and watch, but I suppose I could carry you?” He said, turning around and holding his arms outstretched for a piggyback.

It was your first date with TaeHyung, and you were really regretting your choice of location. You had only just arrived, but you were already struggling to hear each other or even walk next to each other it was so crowded.

“Why don’t we go over there? It looks a little quieter,” you queried.

“Sorry, what did you say?” he asked, leaning in towards you to hear you better.

“Oh, um, I said-“

“-Why don’t we go over there?” He interrupted, not hearing you. “It seems a bit less busy.”

You nodded in agreement and made your way towards a slightly more open space. It was no use, every time you tried to talk; something stopped the two of you from hearing each other; the band passing by, a child crying, two people stood near you laughing. You were beginning to worry it would ruin your chance with him altogether; a first date is enormously important after all.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He asked you, shouting a little to be heard.

“I could have something,” you replied.

“Cotton candy?” he asked, pointing at a vendor.

You headed over together. He ordered one cotton candy and a bottle of water for each of you. You walked around the parameter of the carnival sharing the sweet treat; it was a little easier to hear each other there but still not good.

“Thank you for buying that. I’ll get the next thing,” you insisted, he laughed.

“It’s lively, isn't it? The carnival.”

“Yeah…” You looked around awkwardly. “I’m sorry.”

He stopped walking, turning towards you. “Why are you apologising? I don't mind it.”

“Because it’s such a bad choice for our first date, we can’t even speak.”

“Hmm, how can we fix this…” He thought hard, “Ah! I know,” He placed his arm around you swiftly, pulling you in close to him. “This is better right?” You panicked internally but tried hard not to let it show. You just nodded; after all, it was a lot easier to hear each other, if nothing else.

You continued, now far closer than before. As you walked, you spotted a group of kids dancing to the carnival band down a small side street away from the crowd. You giggle, looking at them having fun; Tae took note.

“Hey, you guys have some great moves!” He complimented them, approaching them “Do you think you could teach us how to dance like that?”

“Yeah! We’ll teach you!” The smallest one replied eagerly, pulling at his hand “you can be my partner.”

“Oh, I actually want to be Y/N’s partner, see she’s my date for today, and I wouldn't want her to be upset if I danced with someone else.”

“Ohhh, you’re on a date!” The kids replied in unison, eyeing the two of you.

"You’re really cute together!” The little one said with a wide grin. “That’s okay, I’ll dance with my brother, and we’ll show you, just copy us, okay?”

“That sounds great!” He replied to the kids, who had gotten very excited to teach two grown-ups their dance.

Tae took you by the hands, and sort of following your instructors, you danced together, laughing constantly.

“You two! Hurry up, the main float is coming!” A woman’s voice sounded behind you, the kid’s mother presumably.

“Ow, but we wanted to stay here!”

“No, come along now!” she insisted.

“I guess we have to go now.” The girl pouted.

“Well, thank you for teaching us your dance moves!” You said, leaning down to her “you’re a great teacher.” You held out both your hands for high fives, and she perked up slightly. Her brother high fived you too, and Taehyung held his hands to them too.

The kids left the side street leaving just Tae and yourself behind and suddenly the quiet between you seemed even louder than any noise from the whole day so far.

“We could stay here and dance some more?” Taehyung suggested, breaking the awkward space between you and stepped forward, holding his hands out to you again.

“I’d like that.” You admitted and took his hands once again. You began to dance, only he held you slightly closer this time…

Jungkook*

You and JungKook approach the carnival hand in hand; you were so excited. You noticed he seemed a little quiet, but it was the first time he was meeting your friend, one of your best friends from when you were kids too. You had arranged for him to meet her at the carnival; in theory, taking some of the awkwardness away. Plus, she was bringing her boyfriend too, so there was someone for Jungkook to get on with, and he wasn’t left out while the two of you caught up. You spotted them first and ran excitedly towards them. You had known your friend for years, and didn't mind her boyfriend, though you never really saw just what she saw in him.

“This is him then! Nice to meet you Jungkook, I’m Y/F/N” She said holding out her hand to shake, you instinctively laughed at her formality.

He shook it tentatively with a slight giggle. “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot!”

“Good things,” you assured her, as your friend shot you a worried look. “Of course! Always good things.”

“So, this is the most recent addition to your long list of lovers then Y/N?” Your friend’s boyfriend joked, mocking your tragic lack of romance in the past, which he and your friend were all too aware of.

“Long list huh?” Jungkook asked surprised looking at you, you thought you saw a speck of jealousy but shrugged it off, he already knew your history, you had both been very open from the start.

“Ha! Yeah, as if!” You scoffed.

The four of you headed towards the carnival, where people are already gathering for the main procession along the main route. You all stood together, you and your friend reminiscing about old times. Jungkook listened to your old stories attentively, laughing along, while your friend's boyfriend wasn't really paying much interest. You looked towards Jungkook, who was staring at your friend's boyfriend as his girlfriend spoke, you could now tell for sure he was a little annoyed towards him.

“Are you okay?” You asked in a lowered voice, so the other two didn’t hear.

“You're not close with T/F/BF?”

“Not really, no. The three of us went to school together but I didn’t really know him much until they started dating.” You assured him. "Why?"

“He seems... uninterested.” He said, trailing off.

“He was just joking earlier, about my love life, I promise you.”

“No, no, I trust you, Y/N, really. I just didn’t appreciate the joke, nor his general attitude.” He admitted.

“Well, he’s just a bit of an overly confident guy; he doesn’t know when a joke is too much.”

You continued to watch the carnival together and decide to head away from the crowd for a drink.

“How much of a lightweight are you then, Jungkook?” Your friend’s boyfriend asked mockingly as you approached a pop-up bar. Oh dear! You look at Jungkook, who rolls his eyes.

“You want to see?” He asked him confidently, not breaking eye contact.

“Oh my gosh! Yes! Drinking game!” Your friend said excitedly, and you groan.

“Really, are we doing this?” You ask. Jungkook shoots you a look you recognise. He’s getting competitive.

Many, many rounds later, Jungkook slammed the glass down first. He had downed that one easy while Your friend’s boyfriend was struggling. Your friend was rubbing his back for encouragement, but it was no good; he turned to throw up.

“I guess I won?” Jungkook said, standing up with a wide grin, leaning towards you for a victory hug.

“Wow! I didn’t know you could drink so much!” You said, kind of impressed.

“Yeah, I really can’t. Please help me stand up straight,” he said with a low laugh; he was leaning on you heavily.

Your friend helped carry her boyfriend off, and they went to grab a taxi home. You left Jungkook on the road curb while you went to get him some water. When you returned, you dropped down to sit next to him. The carnival was coming to an end and the crowds dispersed. He rested his head on your shoulder and let out a big exhale.

“I think I’ll need some help standing up.” He admitted with a drunken chuckle. You sighed but agreed to look after him. It was hardly the way you had wanted the day to go, but you couldn’t help but be proud he put your friend’s boyfriend in his place and won, so you’d let him off this time.

*Not implying Jungkook os a drunk or anything just FYI!

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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years

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CAN I ORDER A MEDIUM WELL STEAK WITH FRENCH FRIES AND GREEN BEANS? WITH SOY SAUCE(sero)?? (ur sero angst made me tear up)

Hi yes of course I’m so sorry that angst made you cry 😭 but hopefully this will change those sad tears to happy tears!

To others with requests I’ll get to those! I wanted to do something not sex related cause that’s what most of the requests are 😅

Pairing: Sero Hanta x fem!reader there was just no way

Enjoy your meal~

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Sero Hanta. Two semesters away from being a college graduate and applying his techniques from all his schooling into his pro hero work: soulmate-less.

He remembers turning ten years old and seeing the magical red string on his pinky show up one day. The excitement he had at knowing he had a soulmate outmatched most of his friends at the time. He knew from his parents that little tugs on his pinky meant he and his soulmate were nearby and the tugs would increase, not to the point of pain, when they would finally meet.

He felt the first tug on his pinky a week or so after he got his string, telling him that there was indeed someone on the other end. But he never felt a tug after that. Sero didn’t let that shake him as he entered high school at UA.

However, it did start to bother him greatly.

One by one, it seemed that almost everyone he met in his three years there found their soulmate in someway or another. Whether it was in class, at a festival, at an internship, or even on the job. Everyone had someone. Except him.

Never him.

So by the time Hanta had turned 18, he had given up on his soulmate; the defeating blow coming after doing some late night pre-graduation research.

Some people don’t even meet their soulmate

Sometimes if there hasn’t been any tugging for awhile, their soulmate could be dead and the string fades away.

Sometimes soulmates aren’t romantic and the person on the other side meets someone who isn’t their soulmate; very rare but it does happen.

He wanted to vomit. There’s no way they’re dead otherwise his string would have faded. But it might as well be that considering the odds of him meeting anyone new. Sero exhales deeply as he shuts off his laptop and goes to bed.

Although, there was a slight spark of hope in him when he decided to pursue his hero studies further before becoming a full fledged hero by applying to a hero university. However with his luck, it seems entirely unlikely.

He slams his pillow over his head and tries to sleep away the sinking feeling at still feeling nothing on his pinky

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(Y/f/n). New hero law student at one of the best hero universities in the world and finished her undergrad early at the top of her class: soulmate-less.

She can remember the moment when she turned ten and that mysterious red string appeared on her pinky, feeling an immediate tug. It made her heart soar at the possibility of finding a love like her parents. However, her parents’ story wasn’t usual in the world of soulmates.

Her mother’s original soulmate had died in a strange accident and she thought she would never love again. But then a couple months later a new purple string showed up and she found (Y/n)’s father. An unusual story but a lovely story nonetheless. She feared that her soulmate would die and she would have to suffer the same fate as her mother.

But no such color appeared, and tugs on her pinky were all but non existent.

It was depressing for the budding young hero lawyer, but she knew what her goal in life was and that was to help heroes and civilians alike under the law. It’s not that she didn’t want to become a hero, but being a human lie detector she felt her quirk could be used to better society and help out the good people and put away the bad.

That’s why she knew she had to go to Japan, soulmate be damned!

She knew of All Might, the notorious school U.A. and their students, along with the infamous League of Villains. Nothing like that happened where she was from so everything about that intrigued her. So naturally when applying to finish out her law degree, of course she’d choose a place where all the action was! She couldn’t wait to get her hands dirty.

***********

With his final class of the day ending in the early afternoon, Sero left the lecture hall and went directly to the hero agency he’s been part timing at. Since he was still a college student, he couldn’t commit fully to being a hero so he took whatever patrol hours he could on top of the work he did (and don’t forget those smoke sessions to take off the load from school). He’s met with one of best friends from school, Kirishima, who also works at this agency established by his other best friend, Bakugou.

“You’re late, soy sauce face.”

“Sorry dude,” Sero chuckles, “couldn’t get on the early bus here.”

“Yeah yeah. Just get ready for patrol with Shitty Hair.” The ashy blond scoffs and walks off, returning to a phone call he was having. Sero rolls his eyes as he heads to the locker room to change into his hero uniform, ignoring the twitching of his fingers. It’s still so weird how some people do and don’t recognize him at school as Cellophane. But that’s the way it has to be.

“Hey man, I don’t know if Bakugou told you this but we’re getting someone new.”

Sero pauses in putting on his hero outfit to look at the taller and buffer male. “Oh really? Another sidekick?”

“Actually no,” Kirishima beams, “some kind of lawyer type. It was decided after some hero managers and publicists were talking and the need for a hero lawyer, even one in training, would be good for us.”

“I totally get it,” Sero agrees, “considering Bakugou’s temper? Not surprised at all.” He finishes getting dressed and places his belongings in his locker. “So when are we meeting the unlucky bastard that has to look after us?”

“Either today or tomorrow. Either way, I think it’ll be great. You studied some hero law stuff, yeah?” Sero nods and the two men head out for patrol. “Maybe you two can talk and have something in common! You may never know.”

They turn the corner and begin on their way. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’m okay not having to meet my soulmate. I’ll just be single forever. It’s all good.” His fingers start to burn in a weird way but he shrugs it off.

The red head grunts, unconvinced. “Sure man. Whatever you say. Let’s hope patrol is relatively quiet, yeah?”

“Heh, when is it ever?”

*******

After getting settled into the apartment, you had gathered your belongings and hurriedly made your way to the nearest bus stop. You had your first meeting with the new agency you would be working at for hands on experience with hero law. It wasn’t necessary for your degree, but when you saw the opportunity arise, you grabbed it.

Once aboard the bus, you sit down by the window and mentally go through your bag. You have your school credentials, any and all letters of recommendation, your resume and CV, plus a good head shot should they need it. You are on your way to meeting one of the rising heroes of Japan, Dynamight, at his agency. Since it’s a relatively popular agency filled with well known heroes, it makes sense that someone like you would be needed. You had wondered why they didn’t have someone who was already a certified and bar-passed lawyer, but you’re not going to complain.

The bus ride went along pleasantly, not really looking at the people around you and focusing more on how to sell yourself to your upcoming clients. You’ve met with your advisor and she is letting you work with her firm via the hero agency. You’re pretty excited to say the least. However, the whole time you’ve been in Japan, a little over a week, you’ve been feeling that pull on your pinky.

Not wanting that to ruin your mood, or your bus ride, you ignore it and think it’s one of those rare phenomena where it’s moving wildly on its own. You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized the bus had stopped moving and the passengers were all sitting closer to you.

The poor bus driver shakes in fear and the two villains that have entered the bus, striking fear into the passengers. You spot the supposed leader who’s yelling into someone’s face when you gather your courage and stand up.

“Hey! Leave them alone, they’re not doing anything to you!”

Your loud voice caught the attention of the villains, one whose quirk has some sort of telekinesis as you feel your body being unknowingly brought toward the front of the bus.

The man has his face up close to yours and you can smell the nicotine on his breath, making you cough. “You got something to say to me little girl?” His cohort comes over to inspect you carefully, noting the money and jewelry they’ve already procured and you eye them sharply.

You cough in his face and continue, “yeah I do. What makes you think you can just come up in here and harass us?” You motion your back hand to the scared passengers to leave, remembering the doors in the back. You also didn’t know that the bus driver had already pinged for help from the nearby agency, alerting its patrolling heroes.

******

Both Sero and Kirishima feel their phones buzz with an alert. They look to each other and start heading toward the coordinates provided. There was a bit more sense of urgency to this for some reason that Sero can’t quite place.

The closer they get, they see some fleeing civilians. Kirishima stops one and politely asks her what’s happened.

“These two villains jumped on the bus and hurt the bus driver! They were stealing things until this young woman stood up to them. She told us all to leave but I’m not sure what’s happened to her!”

The two heroes nod and follow the direction of where the lady pointed. They run off toward it and stop a block away to assess the situation. Only a handful of cops are around as it has quickly turned into a hostage situation. The woman earlier was right, and that makes Sero’s heart race in fear.

“I can sneak up to the side of the bus, head toward the back to check for an entrance.”

Kirishima hums and adds, “right, I can attack from the front, provide a distraction and if necessary close combat.” He breathes to collect himself, knowing they’ve done this a thousand times over. “Let’s do it.”

Sero nods and leaps into position. He takes his place on the side of the bus without alerting the villains or the hostage. The cool metal of the bus helps him to clear his mind and think carefully. His nerves must be getting to him because his fingers, more like his pinky, can’t stop twitching. He’s done this before, so why is this time different.

He almost gives up his position when he hears your voice.

“You’re just some low life petty criminals. I’m not too worried about you two.”

There it is. That little tell when you know you’ve got someone in your clutches. The mind based one seemed to falter and you knew he was going to act out in anger. And you were betting on it.

“Shut up stupid woman. You think I won’t do something to hurt you? Take you down a peg, huh? Because you look like you need to be tamed.”

Your time practicing cross-examining is paying off because that last statement terrified you. Villains are shameless and you know they’d have no problem defiling you in front of the police here; plus you were interrogating him. It got the people out and if you die saving some people then it would have all been worth it.

The two young heroes listening for the right moment give each other a look and both move in to do their parts. The loud red head getting the attention of the villains using his charm and personality to distract them while Sero sneaks into the bus, light on his feet to avoid detection.

Something in you sends shivers down your spine because you don’t even have to see him to know that he’s there. You, almost on instinct, duck down in order for Cellophane to apprehend both criminals and for Red Riot to keep them face down on the floor. You feel tape being wrapped around you and pulled toward the back, but the sensation should’ve come from your waist, not your pinky.

“Are you okay? That was extremely brave standing up to those guys and getting everyone out.”

His voice was unexpected but it drew you in, almost like it’s something you’ve been waiting for your whole life. The hero in question looks down at you and you feel him flinch. He takes off his helmet to get a good look at you and the moment seems to go on forever.

It’s not until you look down at your pinky’s is when it finally hits the two of you.

You had met the other end of your soulmate line. And there he is. His eyes go wide and you immediately get lost in their shape and shade. Is this the feeling your mother described when first meeting your soulmate? Magical? Indescribable? Gosh what is he feeling?

“You, you’re....”

“My soulmate...” you finish.

Sero hadn’t realized that he still had you wrapped in his tape from rescuing you but he doesn’t want to let you go. He spots the tears falling from your eyes and gently places his hand against your cheek and wipes them away. It’s like his hand was made for holding your face and he doesn’t want to let go. He wants to keep holding you like this because for so long, he had resided to being single but, you’re here and you’re real.

“Yo Cellophane, put your helmet on we’ve gotta talk to the police and- oh my god no way.”

The two of you are interrupted by Red Riot who had returned to check on his friend after he hadn’t come out with you, the hostage, yet. The two of you look to the buff man and then back at each other, and cute and embarrassed chuckle leaving your lips.

“I guess we should leave, I have to give a statement and all.”

“And get your injuries checked. Sorry if I pulled you too hard.”

“No no it’s fine! Uh, what’s your name?”

“Ah, uh, Cellophane. But my friends, and now you my soulmate mi amor, can call me Sero Hanta.”

He kisses your hand then and if you were in a courtroom you would’ve lost the case at the way your composure is failing you. It takes everything in you to not faint, because everything you had read was true about the first time you meet your soulmate. Out of this world.

You’re brought back to reality, when a police officer comes in asking what the hold up was. You two were forced apart and Hanta reapplied his helmet. Even with it on, he can’t stop looking at you. And now that his soulmate is finally within arms reach he doesn’t plan on letting you go.

The four of you, including Red Riot and the cop, walk out of the bus. The cop directs his attention to you and gruffly asks. “So what were you doing on the bus? Why did you stand up for those civilians when you aren’t a hero?”

You looked at him incredulously. You understand he’s doing his job but what kind of question is that? “I was on my way to a meeting at Dynamight’s agency. I was preparing my reading notes as their knew hero lawyer and representative and I saw this happening! How was I supposed to stay back and do nothing?”

As the cop writes down some of your statement, the other two accompanying you are dumbstruck. “Wait, Kiri starts, “you’re our new lawyer?!”

Your eyes widen when you put two and two together. “No way, you work for him?”

Sero lights up, “work for him? We’ve been best friends since our days at U.A.! Who would’ve thought I would meet you today huh?”

You turn to him again, still shocked at the mere audacity of meeting your soulmate today, or ever. Stuck in a war with yourself, you reach out and tangle your fingers with his, just to have his touch once more. “I had given up on finding my soulmate,” you softly admit, afraid to meet his eyes.

He takes his helmet off again, away from prying eyes and focuses his attention on you. “So did I, corazon.” He had placed a hand onto your cheek like earlier and rubbed comforting circles on your soft skin. You hadn’t realized how close the two of you had gotten until he whispers, “May I?”

You nod, and gently lean into his kiss. If meeting each other was the appetizer, then kissing for the first time was like a meal and dessert. It was so chaste, yet so filled with emotions locked away that are now begging to be overflowed into the light. You two pull away, looks of awe and maybe love adorn you faces as you attempt to lean in again.

“I hate to break up the love fest,” Kirishima interrupts looking bashful. “But we’ve got some paperwork to fill out and all that so, we gotta go. And hey, we can take you to the agency after we’re done at the station, I’m sure Dynamight’s eager to meet you.”

Despite everything that had been happening, you had completely forgotten about your meeting, and hurry to call your new employer. You’re on the phone for only a couple minutes, but it gives Kirishima and Sero time to talk.

“So, who would’ve guessed you finally meet your soulmate today huh?”

“Yeah.”

“And I was right there too!”

“Si.”

“Are you listening to me?”

Hanta was listening, but was too busy looking at you and already thinking that he can’t wait to fall in love with you.

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#answered #the diner #sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x you #sero x reader #sero x y/n #soulmate au #this is actually pretty cute

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years

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Love Song

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst? and plenty of badly written smut

Warnings: 18+, Choking kink, degradation?, car sex with Mark (one could only dream), oral sex, riding, face fucking, breast play, fingering, doggy style

Word count: 7.4k

Summary: You and Mark were enjoying your night together at your mutual friend Youngjae’s wedding when your boyfriend asks you to follow him outside. Instead of taking a quick breather like you had thought he was doing, he brings you over to his car and the two of you end up driving to a empty parking lot. It’s in those moments that Mark confesses his insecurities to you and the two of you end up confessing your love for each other leading to passionate and very rough sex in the back seat of his car.

A/N: I don’t know why, but every time I listen to Lana Del Rey, her songs remind me of Mark and when I first heard this song, being the sex deprived horny ass bitch that I am came up with the idea of car sex with Mark and this story came about. I’m sorry if the smut is poorly written I’m not one to write smut too often but I just had to. Happy reading!

In the car, in the car, in the backseat, I'm your baby We go fast, we go so fast, we don’t move I believe in a place you take me Make you real proud of your baby In your car, I'm a star and I'm burnin’ through you In your car, I'm a star and I'm burnin' through you

“Mark, what are you doing? Where are we going? Youngjae and his wife didn’t even cut the cake yet, we can’t just leave the wedding—“ Your boyfriend ignored your complaints and tightened his hold on your hand while continuing to pull you towards his car.

The two of you were at your best friend Youngjae’s wedding. It was quite a big wedding with a beautiful reception. There were hundreds of people in celebration and you were having such an amazing time. That was until your boyfriend squeezed on your thigh and motioned for the two of you to head outside.

You didn’t think much of it at first, maybe he just needed to breathe for a little bit. He was never one to be fond of big crowds, so you felt as if maybe he wanted to take a smoke break to calm down his anxiety. But you knew something was up when he began walking in the direction of his car.

“We can and we will. All the good parts are over anyways. We showed up, watched them say their vows, ate dinner and gave the gift. That’s all that matters. Now get in.”

You looked up at him in curiosity. Why was he so upset? His face held no emotion, but you’ve been with Mark long enough to know when something was bothering him. Not wanting to aggravate him even more, you did as you were told and took your place in the passenger seat.

As he began to drive away, you tried to think of what might’ve happened during the night’s festivities that could’ve bothered him so much. He was fine when the two of you left your apartment and he seemed to be having a good time up until it was time for the speeches. You had excused yourself to the bathroom for a few minutes and when you came back, you were quick to notice how tense he had become. As much as you wanted to know what was on his mind, you learned from past experiences not to pry at your boyfriend unless you wanted it to end up in an argument.

You were so in to your thoughts that you failed to realize how fast Mark was driving until you saw him run a few red lights. That’s when you decided to call him out for the way he was acting.

“Mark, what’s going on? What happened babe? Talk to me.” You reached for his hand that was on the console and gently grazed it in attempts to get him to calm down. Over the course of your relationship, you’ve learned that Mark had the biggest weak spot for you. Just a simple kiss or touch could break him out of his negative mood and that’s exactly what you did.

As you brought his hand up to your lips and placed a soft kiss against it, you saw his shoulders relax as his speed began to slow down. Once he got to a stoplight, he turned to face you and cupped your cheek in his hand. No matter how long the two of you have been together, you would always get flustered over any sort of skin ship. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before returning his focus back to the road. His free hand found yours and he brought it over to his lap. In your peripheral vision, you saw his eyebrows soften and a small smirk rose upon his face. Knowing that your presence alone could help him feel better made your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry. I’m being an ass to you for no reason. Just let me park and I’ll tell you everything.” He continued to drive for what felt like hours until he pulled in to an empty parking lot of a random park. Without saying anything, he got out of the driver’s seat and made his way to the back. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he motioned for you to join him.

Once you made your way towards the back seat, he immediately pulled you on to his lap and hid his face in the crook of your neck while wrapping his arms around your waist. The two of you sat in silence for a while; you wanted to wait for him to explain the way he was acting. You felt him softly drag his fingers along the dress you were wearing and smiled to yourself.

“This is a really pretty dress. You looked beautiful as always my love. I think you gave Youngjae’s wife a run for her money.” You giggled at his comment and playfully slapped his shoulder. When he released a long sigh and you felt him pout against your jaw, curiosity got the best of you and you decided you would speak up about his behavior.

“Mark. Babe, what’s got you so upset?” You turned to face him and brought your hands up in to his hair. His brows furrowed and he found himself placing his forehead against yours.

“Are you mad at me for the way I’ve been acting just now? I’ve ruined the night didn’t I? I don’t know why I’m letting it get to me so much. It’s just—when you went to the bathroom, Jackson came over and started talking to me about how everyone in our group of friends is getting married and settling down and how pathetic it is that I have yet to even pop the question to you. Then he brought up that you must be tired of going to all these weddings and not being able to experience one of your own. He also wouldn’t shut up about the fact that we’ve been together for four years and how I’m stupid for not proposing to you already. Now I can’t stop thinking that one day you’re going to get tired of waiting and leave me. You know that I love you right? I love you with every fiber of my being. I can’t even fathom in to words how much I love you. You mean everything to me y/n. You should know that by now. I’m sorry. I’m sure you want to experience your own wedding; planning it, getting proposed to, walking down the aisle. All of that. And I plan on giving all of that to you baby. It’s just—“

He brought his fingers up to your cheek and gently grazed it. “I want to give you the best. It’s what you deserve. I want to be able to give you the wedding of your dreams. I want to be able to afford that ring I’ve seen you looking at a few times, I want to take you on the best honeymoon and come back to a big house, not our crummy little apartment. I don’t care if that means we have to get married when we’re forty. And I want to make more beautiful memories with you before we have to adult and worry about shit like mortgage and credit card bills. I hate when people meddle in our business. I just couldn’t stay there any longer without wanting to throw my glass of wine at him. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I knew that from the beginning of our relationship. I don’t need a fucking engagement ring or some stupid papers to prove to others that you’re my soulmate. All that matters is you and I. You’re my person. I was made for loving you and I plan on doing so for the rest of our lives. But if you want to get married now, then that’s fine too baby. We’ll do whatever you want. I just want you to be happy. We can get hitched tomorrow if you’d like.”

You let out a light chuckle, but you couldn’t help and tear up at his sweet words. You weren’t going to lie, attending all of his friend’s weddings did make you jealous. Seeing all of their brides getting dolled up for their special day made you extremely envious. But you were afraid of bringing the topic up to Mark. He obviously had his reasons for having yet to ask you to marry him and you respected that. However, hearing that the reason he was still waiting to propose was because he wanted to give you the perfect wedding made your cheeks warm.

Mark was a man of little words but many actions. Sure, he tells you he loves you on a daily basis, but he never fails to show it to you with his actions. Whether it’s by carrying you to your room whenever you fell asleep on the couch, cooking dinners and washing the dishes for you when you came home late from work, buying you your own carton of ice cream whenever he went grocery shopping, texting you to make sure you were eating your meals on time, preparing you baths when he felt like you were stressed and overwhelmed or circling lines in books that reminded him of you; the little things like this just proved to you how much he really did love you.

You placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips and looked at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes. The last four years of your life were some of the best because of the beautiful man in front of you. He made you feel as if you were the only woman on this earth. The love you had for Mark was indescribable; you’d do anything he’d ask you to and you knew he’d do the same for you.

“Mark. Babe, look at me.” He shook his head before returning his face against your chest.

“I prefer it here. It’s nice and comfortable lying against your breasts.” You shoved his shoulder and rolled his eyes and finally, he looked up at you.

“I’ll admit, as much as I love attending these weddings, I couldn’t help but wish it was ours. I found myself daydreaming about how our wedding would be like. Where we would have it at, what kind of dress I’d wear, the type of flowers, cake and food we’d have. But then I’d look at you and realize, that I don’t need all of that. All I need, is you at the end of the aisle. I don’t need a big, extravagant wedding. Sure, it’d be nice to have a ten tiered cake with dozens of flowers on a beach surrounded with hundreds of our friends and family members. But I don’t care about all of that. You. All I want and could ever need in my life is you. All I care about is you. I don’t care if we run away to Vegas and have an Elvis impersonator marry us off, I just want to be one with you. I want to be yours. Legally, that is. I’m sorry your night was ruined and I’m sorry you had to worry about how I feel about marriage and the fact that we’re the only couple in our group of friends that aren’t married. But you have nothing to worry about anything my love. I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me forever, remember? Honestly Mark, you could propose to me with a ring pop and I would probably cry. I love you, more than you will ever know.”

You gently lifted up his chin so that you made eye contact with him and connected your lips with his. When you felt him smile in to the kiss as his grip on your waist only tightened, your heart felt as if it was about to combust. Although the two of you were in your mid 20s, you always felt so young when you were with Mark. He always took such amazing care of you and being with him made you feel free; like a child. The two of you continued to kiss and soon one thing led to another. You felt something hard against your thigh and you giggled at the sensation.

“What? What’s so funny?” Your boyfriend looked at you in confusion as you covered up your mouth and continued your laughter.

“I can’t believe we left your best friend’s wedding only to have sex in your car. This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? You’re remarkable you know that?” He rolled his eyes before reconnecting your lips together. One of your favorite past times was kissing Mark. Your boyfriend had the prettiest heart shaped lips you’ve ever seen. They were always so soft and plump, and you loved how they felt against yours.

“No. I didn’t plan to leave Youngjae’s wedding so we could fuck in my back seat. This is just the cherry on top of what was almost a great night. However, I’m sure you’ll make it a perfect night for me pretty soon. Fuck, you don’t know how hard it was watching you get ready and seeing you put on this dress. You don’t know how breathtakingly beautiful yet extremely sexy you are do you baby girl? It took every bone in my body not to throw you up against the wall and fuck you in to next week. I don’t think you noticed how many eyes were on you tonight. The guys are all married but yet I caught all of them sneaking glances at you. I caught Bambam staring at you and even biting his lip multiple times and I wanted to sock him in the face for it. You’re mine, all mine. I wanna hear you say it.”

You began to grind yourself in to his growing erection earning yourself a breathy groan from the devastatingly handsome man in front of you. You nibbled softly on his ear lobe and placed a chaste kiss right below it, knowing just how much it turned your boyfriend on whenever you did that.

“Say what Mark?” He frowned, but it was quickly replaced with a scowl. No matter how sweet Mark was when it came to you, whenever it came to your love sessions, he was rough and very animalistic. He made sure you knew he was the boss when it came to the bedroom, not that you had any complaints. If anything, you loved how dominant Mark was during sex. You loved it when he edged you, spanked you, choked you and had you begging for release. His dominance was a huge kink of yours and your boyfriend was completely aware of this. Which is why he knew you were teasing him only to get him riled up.

You began to palm him through his dress pants and fastened your pace grinding against his thigh. The grunt that left his pretty lips sent chills down your spine and warmth to your core. You wanted Mark to know the effect he had on you, your heart, your mind and your extremely soaking pussy. After reconnecting your lips to his, you reached for his hand and brought it in to your dress, guiding it up to your entrance. You pulled away briefly to make eye contact with him as you cupped your cunt with his hand.

“Yours. I’m all yours. Forever.” The look of lust and desire in his eyes only made things more difficult for you. You needed him now. As much as you loved foreplay and the idea of his head between your thighs, you wanted him inside of you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful y/n. God. I will never get enough of you. My pretty little petal. You’re mine. All mine. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’d do it a hundred times if it meant having you in every single lifetime. I love you. I love you s—so—fuck. Keep going baby. You’re so good to me angel.”

Hearing him say those things made you smile like an idiot and you decided you’d put your selfish needs on hold in order to pleasure your boyfriend. He yanked off both his vest and his dress shirt as your dainty little fingers unzipped his pants. You quickly freed his extremely hard and painfully red looking cock from his boxers. The sight of his bare chest and his erection made your mouth water. Mark was well endowed, he was both thick and long. You couldn’t believe someone like Mark existed. It irritated you that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He was perfect and all yours.

You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock and swiped the pre cum that was already seeping out. You made sure he kept eye contact with you as you seductively brought his cum in to your mouth. The growl that came from the back of his throat didn’t go unnoticed by you and turned you on more if that was even possible. You began to pump him slowly and started leaving sloppy kisses along his neck. When you felt him wrap his hand against yours and began to pump faster, you felt a coil building up in your stomach.

Something about the way he was acting so brutal yet soft brought heat to your cheeks. Seeing him close his eyes and bite down on his lip as the two of you were pumping his length was such an erotic sight. To Mark’s dismay, you pulled away all to soon and as he was about to complain, you got off of his lap and sat down on the floor.

“I want you to fuck my face Mark. Take all your anger out on me baby. Let’s break in your new car.” His eyes widened in shock at your not so innocent words and with the sultry way you were looking at him, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. You kitten licked the tip before dragging your tongue back and forth along his slit. Hearing him take in a deep breath caused you to grind yourself against the floor, trying to get any sort of friction between your heat. Finally, you brought him in to your mouth and did your best to swallow him as much as you could.

Although you loved receiving head, especially because Mark was so good at eating you out, you preferred giving it just a little bit more because you knew how much pleasure it brought your boyfriend. Watching his facial expressions and the way he would tug on your hair only gave you more confidence to perform better. No matter how painful it was, hearing his constant moans, cussing and dirty words was worth the tears you had shed.

“Look at you, my beautiful cock slut. You just love choking on my dick don’t you babe? Fuck y/n, just like that. You’re so good to me—your mouth is so warm. I love it when you suck me off, you’re so good at it. Ah—ah—oh fuck.”

You brought your thumb up to his cock and grazed along his throbbing veins all the while dragging your tongue around the tip of his cock agonizingly slow. When you looked up to see his facial reactions, you let out a soft moan. Seeing Mark bite down on his lip all the while holding a pleasuring expression on his face made your cheeks blush. As he grew closer to his release, he brought his hands down to your hair and all but gently shoved himself farther and farther down your throat.

Since the two of you were very honest in your relationship, he was very transparent when it came to voicing his kinks and you were completely aware that face fucking was at the top of his list. Sure, Mark would do anything you’d ask him to; but behind closed doors, he was a fierce, dominant figure. He wanted to instill it in your mind that only he could bring you to sheer ecstasy with just a single touch.

“Take it baby, I know you can handle it. Fuck, I’m so close. You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’m so—so—fucking in love with you—ahhh shit.” Before you knew it, your mouth was being filled with his warm, creamy liquid and you swallowed whatever you possibly could. The exhausted sigh that fell from his lips once you pulled your mouth away was an all too familiar sound and you knew you had literally sucked the life out of him. When you heard him giggle, you looked up at him in curiosity and began to get up from off the ground.

“What’s wrong?” His laughter continued before he placed a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips.

“I uh—You have some cum—right there. How can you look so adorable right after having my dick down your throat? God, how are you even real? You can’t be. That was—shit y/n. I’m speechless. You’re just—wow. You know what? Fuck it, let’s get hitched. Will you marry me baby?” You playfully shoved his shoulder before climbing on to his lap. Your hands made their way up to his hair as you began leaving sloppy kisses along his jaw.

“Hmmm, to think, all it took was a blow job to get me a proposal. I’ve given you plenty of those before, why so desperate now Tuan?” He rolled his eyes before gripping on to your hips and began grinding you against his lap again. “Mark.” He hummed in curiosity as you connected your lips together in a passionate kiss. “Take off my dress. Please.” The toothy grin he sent you as he hid his face in the crook of your neck made this feel all too surreal.

Before Mark, you had your fair share of terrible relationships and at one point, you felt that love just wasn’t for you. That was until the beautiful boy in front of you clumsily fell on to your lap as you were sitting on the ground of Barnes and Noble reading a book. Countless apologies spilled from his lips but they all went through one ear and out the other. You were so focused on how attractive he was and how cute he sounded as he stuttered on his words.

When he took a look at you, it’s as if his whole world just stopped. It’s as if he was in a trance and he didn’t know why. Love at first sight was so cliche, but Mark knew there was something about you that stuck with him. It was then that he found himself asking to sit with you and began to read for a few minutes before building up the courage to talk to you. From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Your mom even called the two of you magnets. Wherever one of you went, the other would follow.

Since the beginning of your relationship up until now, Mark has shown you so much love, support, patience, kindness and happiness and you knew if soulmates existed, he was yours. You took a good look at him and you couldn’t help the tear that fell from your cheek at the thought of how much you loved the man staring back at you. You’d do anything for him, be anyone he’d ask you to be, go anywhere he’d go. Mark Tuan was your person, and you were sure you’d die if you were to lose him.

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You didn’t even notice your tears as they continued to fall until he began leaving soft kisses against your cheeks. Before he could say anything else, you brought your lips back to his and kissed him with everything you had; hoping he could feel at least half of the love you held for him through the kiss. He licked on your bottom lip, non verbally asking for entrance while returning the kiss just as hard. A whimper fell from his lips when he felt you pull away but you were quick to lean your forehead against his.

“I love you so much. You mean the world to me Mark.” The way he was looking at you with so much love and admiration in his eyes made you tear up even more; but before he let any more tears fall, he began to unzip your dress and softly tossed it to the ground.

“Holy shit.” When you saw that he was looking at your breasts, only then did it occur to you that you weren’t wearing a bra. “You’re something else you know that? Perfect doesn’t even come close to what you are. You are a marvel baby. So, so pretty and all mine. I love you too my love. More than you will ever know.”

He tried his best to position the two of you so that he was on top, but his car; although it was more spacious than his previous one, was still very cramped to be having sex in. As he tried to lower your head on to the seat, he actually ended up bumping the back of your head on the side door and when he tried to make sure you were alright, he ended up bumping his head against the window.

“Whoever said car sex is the best kind of sex is a fucking liar.” You giggled in to the juncture of his neck and motioned for him to get off of you, earning yourself an adorable look of curiosity.

“Let me ride you, it might be easier since I’m tinier. You‘ll end up bumping your head every time you thrust in to me. Face it sweetie, you didn’t plan this out well.” He let out a sarcastic chuckle before guiding you to the tip of his cock.

“Wait, y/n. I was actually planning on eating you out first before making love to you—“ you softly grazed his cheek before bringing his cock up to your extremely soaking entrance.

“I need you inside of me. Now. Knowing us, we’ll go round two once we get home. So you can take care of me then. Focus on rearranging my guts and making sure I’m immobile for the rest of the week.” His eyes widened in shock at your naughty words. You were an extremely sweet and soft spoken person to everyone you knew. But every time you and Mark made love, you’d become a completely different person and he loved it. Although you were more of a submissive type, there were times where you could be pretty rough with your boyfriend and sometimes you even teased him until he was begging for his release. Tonight was one of those nights where you planned on wrecking him.

You reached down and wrapped your dainty little fingers around the head and slid your thumb back and forth against his slit. After collecting some of the precum from his extremely hardened and throbbing cock, you made sure you were keeping eye contact with him as you brought the creamy white liquid up to your lips and sucked every bit of it from off your fingers. The breathy moan that came from his pretty pink lips only sent more heat to your soaking core.

“Fuck, that was so hot—shit—SHIT. How are you always so fucking tight? You’re soaking baby, fuck. You feel amazing. I’m going to need you to do something. Anything, please y/n. Fuck me already damnit!”

You loved the power you had over him; you knew that Mark tried his best to come off as someone who hated to beg and being submissive, but deep down you knew he liked it. He loved how dominant you could be whenever it came to sex. He loved knowing that only he knew how wild and rough you were in bed. He loved knowing there was a dark and extremely erotic side to the kind, gentle and soft spoken girl everybody knew and loved. After what felt like hours, you finally began to give Mark what he was asking for.

You lifted yourself off of his cock and immediately sank back down afterwords. Your slick walls began to coat the entirety of his painful erection and you were quick to fasten your pace when you felt his hands grip tightly on your waist. Mark began to thrust himself inside of you causing the car to shake but neither of you seemed to care. One thing you loved about having sex with Mark, it was always a team effort. He’d never let you do anything on your own. If you gave him head, he would never let you go to sleep without eating you out. If you rode him, he became a power bottom.

If he came before you did, he made sure to make your orgasm last longer and hit you even harder. To Mark, you were the most delicate and fragile flower and he was so afraid of hurting you. But with the way you would control most of your love making sessions, he knew you were a force to be reckoned with.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. You’re so, so good to me. How does it feel y/n? Riding my cock like the pretty little cow girl you are? You like bouncing on my dick don’t you? You love the feeling of my cock penetrating those tight and slick walls of yours huh? The idea of anyone pulling up to this parking lot and catching us relinquishing in our love excites you doesn’t it my beautiful girl? Who owns this pretty pussy of yours? Say it. Scream my name baby.”

He brought his hands up to your ass and squeezed both cheeks before roughly slapping them. The sound echoed throughout the car and it only caused the coil that was building up in your stomach to tighten.

“You Mark. You do. You and only you. You own everything. My heart, my mind, my body, my soul. It’s all yours. I’m all yours. Please baby, go faster. Fuck me harder Mark. Deeper baby, please.”

Your begging only made things harder for your boyfriend, literally. As much as he loved having you sink up and down on his cock as your pretty titties bounced, he needed to go deeper. There were no words to describe just how good you felt. As your ass continually hit against his pelvis and the tip of his cock hit your cervix, he knew he was close. He pulled you down to his chest and placed a long, sloppy kiss against your lips. When he brought your bottom lip in between his teeth, you let out a mix of a moan and a whine and it was the most orgasmic sound he’s ever heard before.

He released your lip and began to attack your chest with multiple love bites. You were his and he wanted the world to know just how amazing your night together had been. Before you knew it, he brought his mouth up to one of your breasts and playfully began to lick your nipple. You had a huge breast play kink and Mark was well aware of it which is why he never failed in taking advantage of loving on your beautiful mounds.

The two of you experimented in many different ways of breast play; whether it was clamps, titty fucking, ice play or food play, you would find your orgasm build at just the simplest lick or pinch of your nipple. Even when the two of you weren’t being intimate, Mark was constantly loving on your chest on a daily basis and made sure you were well aware that it was his favorite body part of yours other than your beautiful face, thick thighs and plump ass. He brought his mouth around your breast and started to suck on it as he squeezed your other one and toyed with your nipple.

While he was taking the time to take care of your breasts, you continued to bounce on him like a bunny rabbit and brought your hands up to his hair in order to tug on it hoping that he knew he was driving you insane. After spending a few minutes nipping and sucking on one breast, he finally made his way to the other and continued his movements. Your sighs, gentle moans and soft murmurs only egged him on more and as much as he loved playing with your tits, he wanted to be balls deep inside of your pussy. As soon as he pulled his mouth away from your breast, you released a whine causing him to giggle.

“Mark, what the fuck? That felt amazing. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put my breast back in your mouth.” He giggled softly before reconnecting your lips together and motioned for you to get off of him. This earned him the cutest look of confusion but instead of letting you wonder what he meant, he spoke up.

“As much as I love both sucking and fucking on these pretty and very huge titties of yours, I wanna hit it from behind. I need to see that beautiful ass bounce on my cock. Let me fuck my princess doggy style.”

Although you were nervous thinking about how he could fuck your from behind in such a limited amount of space, you trusted your boyfriend and knew that he wouldn’t put you in a situation you’d be uncomfortable in. He had you turn around and face the opposite door as he bent you over and handed you his dress shirt and coat to rest your head on if you needed to. He brought one hand to your waist and the other one found one of your breasts.

“Ready for me my love?” You turned your head as much as you possibly could and stole a chaste kiss from him in response. As soon as he reentered your dripping sex, you both let out exhausted moans as he roughly started to plunge himself in to you. His hand dropped from your waist and made it’s way up to your neck all but gently wrapping around it and choking you. Choking was one of your biggest kinks. Mark had the prettiest hands you’ve ever seen on a man.

They were so long and skinny and you loved the feeling of them wrapped around your neck, intertwined with yours, squeezing your breasts and ass, gripped against your waist or buried inside of your cunt. His grip on your neck tightened but he was still very gentle with the way he had his hand wrapped around you. The feeling of him both quickly and roughly thrusting himself in to you as he delicately gripped at your throat on top of the sounds of skin on skin clapping echoing throughout the car was making your head spin. This was all too much for your mind to process let alone handle.

Sure, the two of you had sex countless of times throughout your entire relationship. There were times where the sex was extremely hot and passionate and times where your boyfriend was slow, soft and very gentle. The two of you found yourself in situations where toys were used, you were in the public with many chances of getting caught and anytime you and Mark would argue, it would always end in steamy and angry make up sex.

Something about the atmosphere this time around was different. Maybe it was because he voiced his worries and insecurities to you regarding your future together and because he admitted to you that he wanted to give you the world and all that he thinks you deserve before asking you to marry him. All you knew and even cared about was the man currently giving himself to you.

You didn’t care about marriage, where the two of you were to live and settle down and nor did you care about what anyone thought about your relationship. Mark was all you needed in this life of sin. He was quick to notice that you were out of it so he began leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw to get your attention.

“Everything okay baby? I’m not hurting you am I?” You shook your head in disagreement before turning as far as you could to connect your lips together.

“I’m fine. I just love—fuck—I love you so much Mark—mmmmmm. Faster, and choke me harder. Please, it feels so good. So—so good.” Hearing your confessions of love on top of how tight your pussy was clenching around his sensitive cock because of the way he was wrapping his fingers around your neck was driving Mark to the edge of insanity.

“You love the way I wrap my fingers around your pretty little neck don’t you baby? You love how rough and dominant I can be don’t you? You love the feeling of my thick cock stretching out your beautiful pussy don’t you princess? Daddy loves it just as much and if not more. You’re so fucking tight and you’re taking me so well. I will never get tired of fucking my beautiful baby girl. Making love to you is my favorite past time. You—you mean everything to me. I’m so in love with you y/n. Please, tell me you’re close. I’m losing my mind here.”

He gently shoved your head down in to the seat when he felt you nod in agreement and to your dismay, took his hand off of your neck. However, he brought his fingers down to your clit and began to rub against your extremely sensitive nub as he continued to blow your back out. The feeling of his rough digits ploughing themselves in you as his dick sank itself in between your folds sent your bones on fire and with the way Mark was roughly nipping and sucking at your neck in order to hide his moans, you knew he was ready to release his load inside of you.

Before you knew it, your boyfriend let out a strained cry as his second orgasm filled you up to the hilt. He frowned when he noticed you still had yet to come yourself, but the soft caress against his thumb broke him out of his self pity.

“Baby, I’m so sorry—“ you brought your fingers up to his lips in order to silence him.

“Eat me out Mark. Put those pretty lips to use. I’m almost there, I just need your tongue.” He released an exhausted yet extremely sexy grunt before turning you around and laying you on the chair. He brought his fingers down to your clit and collected some of his cum while bringing it up to your lips.

“Suck.” You did as you were told and licked his fingers clean. The sight made blood rush to Mark’s head and he plopped his body down on yours in order to connect your lips together. You bit down on his bottom lip before nipping and sucking on it. Mark’s lips were extremely addicting and you would kiss him for days if only time permitted you to do so.

Unfortunately, he pulled away before you could continue your make out session because he knew he had a job to do and if you kept kissing him the way you were, he wouldn’t get to eat you out like you pleased. As he began to lower himself to your entrance, your breath hitched at the sight of his head between your thighs.

You always loved watching Mark go down on you, especially when he would innocently smile up at you with your essence all over his lips as if he wasn’t committing such a sinful act of lust. He started to leave soft kisses against your thighs and decided to tease you by blowing hot air against your entrance.

“You smell and look so good baby doll, but I bet you taste even better. Let’s see if my assumptions are right.” As you were about to push his head against your tightened core needing him to do anything to help the tingling and throbbing sensation between your legs, he finally brought his tongue up to your clit and teasingly licked your slit earning himself a breathy moan.

“Holy shit. You taste amazing. You never cease to amaze me. Time to dig in.” His tongue lapped up at your juices as he began to nip and suck on your clit. He grazed you’re core with his teeth and you could feel yourself getting closer to your end. Your hands made their way to his hair and you pulled at it every time you felt his lips sucking on your folds. Your moans and breathy sighs only made your boyfriend go harder on you. He brought his index and middle finger up to your entrance and shoved himself inside as he continued licking at your clit.

“M—Mark—fuck—please—please please—so so good—“ he pulled away and gave you his award winning smile causing your eyes to roll back.

“Enjoying yourself baby?” You looked down at him and nodded. He looked so adorable yet so naughty; how was that even possible. If only you could take a mental photo of the breathtaking sight in front of you and go back to look at it every time you were apart from him.

“I don’t know. You seem to be quiet tonight. Maybe I should stop—“ you all but gently pulled at his hair and gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t you dare Tuan. We’re not going anywhere until I’m seeing stars and cum in your mouth.” He gave you a smirk before leaving soft kisses against your thighs.

“Fine. But you know what I want from you baby. Sing for me. Don’t hide those pretty noises. Moan for me. Scream my name. Let me know just how good I’m eating this pretty pink cunt of yours.”

He didn’t need to ask you twice. As soon as he brought his mouth back to your entrance and continued his ministrations, you were putty in his hands. Your screams and silent curses filled his car and before you knew it, the coil that was tightening in your tummy released and all you could see was white. Mark licked up everything as soon as you released yourself in to his mouth and left a few more kisses against your clit before making his way up to you.

“You’re such a good girl. God, you are perfect. I’ll never get over your beauty and the way you never fail to blow my mind—and my dick.”

You gave him a tired smile and brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “How was I? Did I do a good job? Did I make daddy proud?” He returned your grin and stole a sweet kiss from your lips.

“You were perfect y/n. You’re always so good to me. If it’s any consolation, this was one of our best love making sessions we’ve had yet. To be honest, I really like fucking you in here. It’s a bit cramped but damn, I love being pressed up so close against your body. Plus, it’s more intimate and gets steamier in here. Look at the windows, it’s like our own personal sauna in here.” You took a few seconds to look around and notice what he was referring to and let out a gasp while softly slapping his chest.

“If anyone were to pull up and see your car—“

“Then they would see how hot and nasty we get during sex. We give porn stars a run for their money. I turn in to some animalistic creature whenever we make love; I don’t know why but you drive me insane and I fucking love it. The windows are tinted a few colors darker than what’s allowed baby. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I did that for a reason.”

With the small amount of energy you had left, you giggled against his chest at the idea of him purposely tinting his windows so he could fuck you in his car without people being able to see inside. Mark was always such a horny bastard, not that you had any complaints. Your body craved him as much as your mind and heart did. You playfully rolled your eyes at the older boy and failed to notice the way he was looking at you.

Although the both of you just relinquished in your love for almost two hours, he looked at you as if you were the one to set the sun, stars and the moon in to the sky. Mark had a hard time believing you were real sometimes. You placed a soft kiss against his nose to break him out of his thoughts.

“Someone like you only comes around once in a lifetime. I thank God every day for blessing me with someone as ethereal and exceptionally wonderful as you to be my person y/n. It took me years to accept the fact that I deserve you because I never felt like I was good enough for you. I know I try my best to prove my love for you and I say it quite a lot but I’m sorry if there are times where you doubt my love for you. Just know I would go through hell and back just to make sure that breathtaking smile of yours stays on your beautiful face. You are more than just my girlfriend y/n. You’re my best friend. My soul mate. My person and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you and telling you just how grateful I am to be yours. One day you’ll be my wife. Soon baby. I can’t wait to put a ring on your cute little finger. Let’s get you home baby, so I can continue to show you just how much I love you.”

Oh, be my once in a lifetime Lyin' on your chest in my party dress I'm a fuckin' mess, but I Oh, thanks for the high life Baby, it's the best, passed the test and yes Now I’m here with you, and I Would like to think that you would stick around You know that I’d just die to make you proud The taste, the touch, the way we love It all comes down to make the sound of our love song

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 5

pairings: kim seokjin x reader ; jeon jungkook x reader ; min yoongi x reader

rating (chapter): NC-17 | genre: fluff, humor, aNGST

warnings: DRAMA, swearing, slight violence depicting a fight

word count: 5.8k

g/n: HAFLKAJSFKLASFLAKSJFLAPWO. That is all I have to say. Thank you for listening to my TED talk.

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 5

The highly anticipated Chuseok Festival finally arrives – and you can practically feel the thickness of excitement in the air. There’s already a stead beat of the drums from a distance and you can picture the people bustling around, each borne with a task just as significant as the other.

Much to your agitation, your body won’t seem to cooperate with you on the day you need to work the most. You’ve risen early dawn this time with a sick feeling in your stomach, and ever since Chaeyoung caught you throwing up in bed, you hadn’t been able to sleep another wink.

“Call the royal physician,” you order meekly to the worried court lady beside you, messily wiping away the remnants of your state of unwellness this morning. As you shift your position so your back is resting comfortably against the wall, you close your eyes and take deep breaths, praying for your lightheadedness to go away anytime soon.

“Could it be, Jungjeon-mama?” Chaeyoung whispers, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Perhaps, Chaeyoung. Perhaps.”

As the court lady stands up to leave, you grab hold of Chaeyoung’s wrist. “Under no circumstance should you tell anyone of my condition. Please. If they insist, make them work in the kitchen for the entire morning.”

As Chaeyoung quietly exits the hanok, sliding the doors behind her, Jungkook and Yoongi call her attention from the stairs, startling the poor court lady out of her wits. At the surprise, her footing gives way, but Hoseok deftly catches her in his arms. The two lock eyes for the first time since the southerners had arrived in the capitol, and the general finds himself staring at the court lady more than he can admit. Chaeyoung, seemingly just as lost in the general’s eyes, subconsciously gulps as she feels Hoseok’s grip on her waist tighten a little.

Yoongi coughs ultimately bringing the two back to reality. Ever the hopeless romantic, the smile on Jungkook’s face falters, scowling at his brother for ruining the moment, and of course, at his hyung’s incapability to allow people to enjoy themselves even just for a while.

The two abruptly stand up, poorly averting their gazes somewhere else. The general retreats to his place beside the southern king, while Chaeyoung busies herself with smoothing the invisible creases on her dang-jeogori.

“Has the queen risen already?” “Is Jungjeon-mama awake?” The brothers ask in unison, both looking at the court lady expectantly. Chaeyoung is momentarily taken aback by their sudden concern, but is quickly reminded of your strict orders.

“The queen is already awake, but she wishes to be left alone to pray for a little while.” Feeling slightly defeated, the two start to depart from the entrance of your hanok. The court lady, willing to test all of her luck today, thinks of a brilliant idea to get the three to help out with the palace’s very own Chuseok preparations. “She did mention something though, in case you would have been looking for her this morning…” Yoongi looks at her with a raised brow, “Jungjeon-mama requests for your assistance with something.”

Jungkook nods, ready to be of help with anything, especially when it concerns you. Meanwhile, Hoseok looks at Yoongi warily, unsure if his king was willing to do you a favor. “Of course. It’s the least way we can show our gratitude for having welcomed us warmly at the capitol.”

Smiling widely, Chaeyoung bows her head a little to show her thanks, “Very well. Would you all please accompany me to the palace kitchen?”

Thankfully, the royal physician arrives quickly even on such a short notice. Yunho leaves shortly after escorting the visitor, leaving you some privacy with royal physician Kim Taehyung in your room. The usually bright man sets his things on the table beside your bed and pulls a chair next to you.

“Ah, Jungjeon-mama it’s been a while since I last saw you. Tell me, what truly happened that it suddenly warrants my presence in the palace?” Taehyung asks, rummaging through his bag.

“Everything is just fine and dandy, Taehyung. How about you? Have you been well? We haven’t met each in a long time!”

“I believe I should be the one asking questions here, Mama. And if by “fine and dandy” you mean waking up from your slumber just to throw up, then all of my studies would have been put to waste.”

Unable to stop your giggles at his remark, you thank him silently for his visit. The royal physician’s presence always brings such a light mood wherever he may be.

Despite being the only brother of the reserved Kim Namjoon, these two were as close as two peas in a pod even when they have contrasting personalities. While Namjoon was more on the timid side, Taehyung was more playful and cheery – the two siblings polar opposites but it all seems to work out for the better.

The two brothers are distant cousins of Seokjin, hence their inclusion in the higher nobility class who freely visited the capitol’s palace. You hadn’t officially met Taehyung until you were wed to Seokjin but you weren’t a stranger to the stories your husband used to tell you about their notorious trio.

Most of the older court ladies had confirmed their reputations as major headaches while they were still kids growing inside the palace. The three would escape from their assigned guardians of the day, roam the city and would not come back until it’s time to eat, and run off to play one more time.

Adolescence took their time from each other, as this would usually be the time when boys would take lessons and become apprentices of their parents’ choosing. With Seokjin taking significantly different lessons from the other two as heir to the throne, the time they used to spend running away was now dedicated to learning the way of the scholars, swordsmanship, and politics.

“Playing was for kids anyways,” King Seokwoo would say as Seokjin gazed at the other boys his age who were free to do as they pleased. It saddened Seokjin to have let go of his youthful years like that, but with the great guidance of his father, the young man accepted his fate as the next king in line.

“Wangbi, if you don’t mind…I need you to take off your jeogori as I have to check your pulses properly.” With a hand reaching out to the ribbon on your dress but you stop midway as you notice the royal physician still staring at you. You blink owlishly at him, hoping he gets the message. “Oh! Right! Sorry, Mama.” He apologizes sheepishly before turning around to let you undress the outer garment.

You tap him on the shoulder once you’re done and as Taehyung turns around to face you, he looks anywhere but your eyes. “It’s alright, Taehyung. You can…look. I’m not exactly naked after all…” Stating matter-of-factly, you point a finger at your undergarments, still affording you an adequate amount of modesty. Your reassurance only serves to make the awkwardness in the air more palpable. “Sorry, that didn’t help, did it?”

“No, Mama,” he laughs, although admittedly endeared by your concern to make him as comfortable as possible, “But you don’t have to apologize, I am the physician after all and it is my duty to properly check my patients, so I was bound to ask that at some point.”

“Sorry,” you apologize meekly, again, and the both of you burst into peals of laughter. “I will check your pulse now, Mama,” you nod, sitting up straighter.

Taehyung places two of his fingers on your neck, just below your jaw as he checks your pulse. He remains quiet as he transfers them onto your wrist, humming as he observes your pulse one more time. The royal physician takes out a scroll and a brush from his bag and borrows an ink block nearby. Brows furrowed in concentration, Taehyung starts recording his observations.

“I will be asking a few personal questions, Mama. Please do not worry much for only I will be seeing this scroll, and what we have discussed today will only be between you and me – you know, physician and patient confidentiality.” He gives you a warm smile, one you cannot help but return.

“Have you been intimate with the King recently?”

His query definitely throws you off guard, but not because of reasons it ought to be. You’re surprised at how much of the truth his question was going require from you. Needless to say, your acts of unfaithfulness had never struck you as hard as it did today.

You hesitate for a moment, hoping your momentary silence would not be taken wrongly by the royal physician. You decide on answering the physician with half the truth. “Yes.”

“And have you bled during the past full moon?”

“No.” He nods, humming as he continues to write his diagnosis on the scroll. Taehyung pauses as he thinks for a moment, then gets on with jotting down some more. Finally, he takes out two small woven pouches from his bag and hands them to you.

“I need you to pee over these seeds, Mama, as they will determine the truth of your present condition. I will have my apprentice collect them later. I shall be able to conclude the results in a few days’ time, even though I think you and I already both know the answer. For the meantime, I need you to rest and eat plenty, my Queen. You’re going to need it.”

Silence suddenly blankets over the kitchen as Chaeyoung appears with three men behind her who all seem to cower under the unprecedented stare of the ladies in the kitchen.

“Gungnyeonim-dul, please continue with your chores. Jeonha, his general and our captain had come to assist us with the preparations – as recommended by Jungjeon-mama.”

The ladies of the kitchen, with too many tasks at hand and with even less unwillingness to question your orders, curtly bow in greeting to the three before going continuing their chores. Hoseok grimaces inwardly at the sight, knowing very well he’s just going to end up embarrassing himself in the kitchen.

The two brothers, who equally had experience helping their mother in the kitchen, likewise guided by her wise words ‘cooking is a life skill everybody must learn, regardless of gender’ head over to one corner to rinse their hands. Hoseok follows suit after an awkwardly escaping from a staring match with an elderly court lady.

Jungkook spots Haesoo across the room and as the captain sends her a small smile, Haesoo’s cheeks flush, getting shy at the small forbidden interaction. “It seems like everybody already knows what they have to do. Is there anything else we could help with?”

Yoongi speaks up, offering an idea, “This is the perfect time to boast about our city then – as the south makes the best songpyeons in the whole of Korea. Perhaps a southerner’s touch can make the capitol’s better? Not that I’m saying your rice cakes are worse, but…” Yoongi shrugs, raising the cover of a pot to check what’s boiling inside.

“As you wish, jeonha,” Chaeyoung bows, heading over to one of the tables to grab the ingredients needed. “’Least way to show your gratitude’,” Jungkook huffs, mocking his older brother’s words. “Really? By openly telling the cooks their cakes are bad? Inside the kitchen?”

“You and I both know mother’s songpyeons are better even without having to use the fancy ingredients they use here.”

Jungkook sighs in defeat, knowing his brother only spoke the truth. Nothing beats the south’s rice cakes. “Yes, I know. But you really did not have to—” The sound of food falling onto the floor causes everyone to look at culprit who’s holding onto a log used as a cutting board as a shield from an elderly court lady.

“I’m sorry, gungnyeo-nim! Please don’t hurt me!”

The old woman glares at poor Hoseok, who’s still holding onto the cutting board for dear life. “You call yourself a general, yet I’m still better with knives than you.” Hoseok looks at Yoongi, desperate for help, but the king of the south shakes his head as he laughs at his general.

Taehyung offers to walk you to the kitchen as soon as you deem yourself ready to face the day, much to your adamance, and Taehyung’s dismay. You’d caught yourself up with the cheery physician’s life on the way to the kitchen, and as you were laughing at a certain story of his patient Taehyung was animatedly talking about, you notice a crowd of court ladies standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

The physician’s supposed punchline falls into deaf ears when you ask what was going on inside that was enough to have court ladies gather around like this. The court lady you asked won’t even bother to look at you, to engrossed in whatever she was looking at inside. “See for yourself – it’s the captain and the king of the south competing about who can knead the dough better, though I’m pretty sure it’s us ladies who are enjoying it very much,” she says, pouting her lips as she nods to the two inside.

Taehyung holds his laughter in as he sees your confused expression, and tries to see the match for himself. How did they even get here in the first place? What were they doing in the kitchen and what’s with kneading the dough?

As you finally take a peek inside, your mouth drops slightly in shock as you see, lo and behold, Jungkook and Yoongi busy with kneading the dough. But, that’s definitely not what caught everyone else’s attention. The two had taken off their jeogoris, both now left in their sleeveless undergarments, with their sinewy arms on display.

You can’t stop the blood rushing to your cheeks as you catch yourself staring at them – or their arms rather. “Would you excuse me, please,” you call out to the women in front of you who were crowding the front door. “But we’re still-“ the court lady turns to complain, but as soon as she sees you, she immediately kneels. “Jungjeon-mama!” The others hear and soon follow suit.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” You reassure them, understanding where the momentary distraction was coming from. They make way for you, and as you enter, you spot Chaeyoung by a table, likewise watching the competition between the two.

“Chaeyoung,” you call the court lady who immediately bows as she turns to face you. “Please enlighten me how these two got here.”

The young court lady then proceeds to tell you how she managed to coax the two into helping with the Chuseok preparations. From initially having different tasks, they eventually got to do this together instead after so many arguments on which colors should the rice cakes be, what filling should be best inside, court lady Oh suggested they do something that won’t cause any further unhelpful squabbles.

You exhale deeply, already wondering how long this day was going to be.

The first day of Chuseok goes by pretty well, spending the rest of your afternoon, leaving the palace grounds to visit your subjects to wish them a good harvest. Apparently, the competition between the captain and the southern king didn’t end with the dough. The whole time they insisted on joining you as you pay your citizens a visit was also a competition guised as accompaniment.

It’s been a long day and as much as you wanted to relieve yourself of your aching legs from all the walking, you realized you still had a few scrolls to catch up on, so you head to Seokjin’s office to read a few before retiring to your room.

“Jungjeon-mama! Jungjeon-mama!” Astronomer Lee runs as fast as his feet could carry him, running towards your office in stunted breaths. He sees Yoongi coming from the other end of the hanok, bowing briefly in his direction before demanding the royal guards outside your hanok to let him in.

“Her Royal Highness doesn’t want to be disturbed right now.” Two guards bar him from entering the court, using their bodies to stop the anxious astronomer from coming in.

“No! No! Please, it’s an emergency! Jungjeon-mama!”

As you continue your reading, you give one look at Yunho who curtly bows before you before heading outside to check the commotion. As soon as Yunho steps out of the hanok, the astronomer clings onto his arms, frantically tugging at his sleeves.

Worry crosses Yunho’s features, not expecting the astronomer’s arrival at all. Minho would only come visit you only, and only if you called for his presence. He was never one to pay regular visits, nor was he expected to run to court, all the while screaming out your title.

Minho attempts to peek through the doors that were slid open, waving his arms to get your attention. Yunho blocks him promptly, “My sincerest apologies, astronomer Lee, but we are under strict orders of the queen to not let anyone disturb her at the moment.” The guard extends a hand out, placing it on the astronomer’s chest to prevent him from taking another step.

“Let him in,” comes your authoritative voice from inside. With a sigh, Yunho makes way, but not before Minho pushing away the former’s arm harshly from his chest.

Minho, seemingly distraught as ever, calls for you once more before falling on his knees. “Jungjeon-mama…apologies, disturbance…must see…”

“Astronomer Lee, breathe. Please,” Jungkook advises as he nears him, placing a hand on his back. The astronomer shakes his head furiously in reply, despite having difficulty catching his breath.

Likewise taking advantage of the open doors, Yoongi enters with Hoseok quietly, much to Yunho’s dismay. But all eyes and ears are focused on the astronomer right now, whose current state is worrying all around him. The pair of southerners warily watches the astronomer while Jungkook silently eyes his brother sideways, jaw clenching at the unwanted presence of his hyung.

“What brings you to the court, Minho?” Standing up from your seat, you descend slowly down the stairs from the throne. You take the astronomer’s queasiness, getting more anxious at his actions. The usually reserved Minho was never one to take a hurried pace, much less scream your title loud enough from the whole palace to hear in the middle of the day.

He lifts a bag with trembling hands – like the small pouch has demanded from him great effort to carry such a thing. With every moment that passes, trepidation gets heavier inside the room.

“What’s inside the bag?”

Minho opens his mouth to reply, but nothing else comes out but a deep exhale so you nod to Jungkook, signaling him to tell him to check what’s inside. Maintaining your distance, you watch the captain untie the knot, hand dipping inside to feel its contents.

Craning his head to check what’s inside, you instantly see Jungkook hesitate with his actions so you take a step closer, fear slowly gradually taking over your thoughts. He pulls out a garment, a blood-stained blue and pink durumagi in his hands. You’d recognize those clothes anywhere.

Seokjin.

Everything around you seem to stop altogether, including your heart. You snatch the clothes from the captain’s grasp, falling to your knees as you clutch the fabric close to your chest.

Minho’s head falls as you let out a scream that resonates throughout the entire hanok, your cry audible even in the neighboring ones. Hoseok looks away, while Jungkook calls you, reaching out his hand to your knelt position on the floor.

The grief that spreads throughout your body is indescribable, like your heart has been ripped from your chest and crushed right in front of your face. Your vision is blurry and tears are flowing freely down your cheeks. Even with daily prayers and offerings to your ancestors, your worst fear has come true, and at the worst time possible.

Memories of your husband flood your thoughts, all of which end with the vivid image of Seokjin’s lifeless body.

“Leave,” you order weakly, voice muffled against the blood-stained garments of your husband. Nobody moves, undoubtedly shell-shocked at the news. Jungkook notices Yoongi and Hoseok share a look, and the captain balls his fists as he keeps his anger at bay, just knowing these two have something to do with the king’s death.

Your order seems to fall into deaf ears of those in front of you – torn between wanting to reach out and comfort you, but at the same time, also wanting to give you the space you deserve. You don’t give them a choice. “I said leave! All of you, out. Now!”

The guards inside file out one by one first, the two southerners follow after Minho, and Jungkook was the last to leave, looking back at you before sliding the doors closed.

The world seemingly just crashes down on you when you’re finally alone in Seokjin’s office. The weight of his loss brings you bending your body further, closer to the wooden floor. Sobbing with all your might, you yearn for your husband with all the energy left inside you.

Chest heaving as you wipe at your tear-stained cheeks, you head to your husband’s throne on your knees. You don’t even make it to the second step, bursting into another round of tears. With blurry vision, you look up at his chair, imagining he’s seated right in front of you as you call out to him.

You sob, silently pleading him to come back to you, to have him in your arms one last time. “Why did you have to leave me alone like this?” People would assume you’re talking to yourself, but you sure hope Seokjin was listening somehow, someway.

As you bring the garments close to your face, the strong metallic smell of blood hits your senses harshly, but you could care less – desperate to feel the presence of your husband one way or another. “You should’ve listened to me, my love. I already told you they were going to hurt you,” you scold his throne, wishing Seokjin was listening.

‘You told me you wanted to start a family; we could have had as many children as you wanted.’ As you gaze at the inanimate garments of your husband, you force a smile onto your face, yet in mere seconds your features distort into grief once more.

As soon as the rest of the guards and the two southerners leave the room, Jungkook tells Yunho to do his rounds by the western gates. Your attempt to keep your grieving inaudible to those outside the hanok only causes Jungkook’s heart all the more, wishing you had allowed him to stay inside to at least hold you while you cried.

The captain waits until Yunho is out of his sight before trailing after his brother. “You!” Jungkook calls out, surging towards Yoongi. The present king of the south, still unaware of what is, or who is, rather, coming onto him. Hoseok feels someone else’s presence behind them and stops the infuriated captain just in time, blocking Jungkook from hurling himself at the king of the south.

Jungkook doesn’t let the southern general stop him, delivering a punch straight to Hoseok’s face. The older man staggers backwards at the strength. Jungkook jabs at his brother afterwards and throws another, bringing them both to the ground. Hoseok quickly recovers, pulling the captain and his wrath away from Yoongi.

“What the fuck is your problem, Captain?” Hoseok hisses as he touches his now bruising cheek, moving to shield his king as he stares Jungkook down.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you both that? You come here to the palace to…to…” ‘Fuck the only woman I love before my very own eyes.’ The words die in his mouth. Jungkook clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Should I believe that it’s purely coincidence that you arrived here just when Seokjin left the palace because of you?”

Yoongi scoffs loudly, dabbing at the corner of his lips, feeling a wound slowly forming. “Why does everyone actually think we’re the ones responsible for this?” Jungkook gets taken aback, quickly hiding the surprise on his face upon hearing his brother’s words. “What do you mean by that?” the Captain asks, rubbing at his now bruising knuckles.

“What else do you think it means, Captain Jung?”

Hoseok doesn’t mean to interrupt, but the nosy general couldn’t help it – “Jung?! We’re from the same clan? Are you perhaps the son of the infamous Jung Minseok? The same man my King has slain?”

“No, he’s not,” Yoongi answers, giving his brother a knowing look. Jungkook rolls his eyes. Was Yoongi expecting a ‘thank you’ from him for answering his general’s inquiry? “You still haven’t answered my question, southern king,” Jungkook continues, muttering about Yoongi always having to answer in riddles. He was smart, yes, but that doesn’t mean he’d have to regard everyone as a scholar like him.

“I told you to stay in the south, and we could’ve risen to power with no obstacle. Now, I’m guessing you’re not entirely enjoying being the clueless captain now, are you?”

“I am not clueless. I know for a fact that it’s your city that’s causing all this turmoil and you’re here to cover up the fact that you’re the one who killed him. I know, Yoongi, because I also sent someone to check on the king’s troops so—”

“I wasn’t the one who killed him. We may have encountered each other on the way here and I may also have wounded him, but it wasn’t me who killed him.”

“You… and you didn’t even bother…helping him?”

Jungkook immediately regrets his question, wanting to probe the southerners, but unfortunately sounding unintelligent while at it. “I wanted to, but how could I possibly have when we were both attacked?”

“And who would have wanted to attack the two kings of powerful cities at the same time?”

“I am not certain of that fact yet, but I will get to the end of this sooner or later.”

Jungkook stares at him intently, silently pondering on his brother’s words. At this point, he could no longer tell if his brother was bluffing or not. “Why am I supposed to believe you?”

“You know me well, Jeon Jungkook. Lying is not one of my best traits. Especially not to you.”

“Jeon…” whispers Hoseok from the side, connecting the dots together. It couldn’t be. The southern general’s eyes widen in realization – curious orbs darting back and forth between the two. It couldn’t have been possible? Or could it now? Was the Captain of the King’s guards really the lost brother of Yoongi?

Only few people knew of how Yoongi came to be the king of the south, and even fewer people knew that he had a younger brother, one to succeed the throne, lest something happens to the present southern king.

“Wangseje,” Hoseok bows immediately, acknowledging the presence of the southern city’s crown prince.

It’s been a couple of days since the news of your husband’s death, and inevitably, your duty calls for a council meeting for a discussion.

Even before you reach the doors, you already hear the councilmen talking within themselves in hushed voices. These men never learn. They gossip just as much as their nosy wives. Nodding to the guards, they push both panels of the door open at the same time, the sudden noise startling the entire council. They scurry towards their positions and form a straight line to acknowledge your presence.

You walk slowly down the aisle they’ve provided, watching every man in the room, yet not a single member dares to look you in the eyes. You find it strangely hilarious that these men are brave enough to spread rumors about you behind your back, but once you’re in the room, they’re as quiet as the little rats that occasionally pay the palace grounds a visit. Oh, right, you’re still talking about the advisors.

“Jungjeon-mama.” They bow, greeting you in chorus. The head of the royal advisors, Chief Advisor Park steps forward. “Jungjeon-mama, we are saddened by your loss,” he states lowly, bowing from the waist. The rest of the council follow suit. Just your loss? What about the country that had just lost its king? During the most anticipated festival of the year on top of that? What about the citizens who will no longer have a ruler who was ready to sacrifice his life for the sake of their safety? What about the lives of your people that will be put into care of these filthy, lying men?”

“Ah, such a great loss of our country as well, my Queen. King Seokjin was a ruler that will never be forgotten.” The relatively young man adds. You’re thankful that your mourning cap provides you with a fine sheath of silk that covers your face, or else the entire room would have seen your face contorted in anger.

You sigh exasperatedly, albeit quietly. Just the presence of these pompous men already makes you want to retire to bed at once – royal protocols be damned. “Our loyalty and support remain with you during these trying times, Jungjeon-mama.” Their sugar-coated words of encouragement continue, lie after lie after lie. You resist the urge to laugh at their empty statements.

What kind of pathetic fool did they take you for?

The death of your husband might have brought about an immense weight of emotion on your shoulders but your personal sentiments are not to be mistaken as a deterrent from your royal duties. You may be a widowed queen now, but that fact never made you any less of your title.

You start to seriously consider wearing this headwear more than special occasions so you can freely make faces at people who are courageous enough to lie through their teeth in front of you.

“Daebi-mama,” Slightly grimacing at your new title, you tilt your head a little, urging him to continue to voice out his concern. “The news of King’s Seokjin’s passing had not been announced yet, under your orders, but we must address to you the imminent worries if our citizens, Daebi-mama.”

Here it goes, the words determining the wretched fate of women in the country. “As you are well aware, a king’s absence may be seen as a sign of vulnerability – a sign of weakness that has been proven throughout history.” Chief Advisor Park Jimin holds his stare – a look that speaks in volumes. He knows you, out of all people, would know that fact. It is, after all, the incipient cause of your existence.

Even though he has chosen his words with caution so as not to reveal his intended denotation, is he not aware that you can see straight through his words that are dripping with ingenuine concern for your people?

Just as if the rest of the council hear your thoughts, Advisor Kim adds, joining Park “Please do not misunderstand, Mama. We do not wish to contend or question your sitting on the throne…” You swore, if he did not only share your husband’s surname and thus having been regarded as a distant member of Seokjin’s family tree, you would have dismissed this uselessly man from his duties a long time ago. At least you have proof that they are somewhat genuinely related: they both can’t look straight in your eyes when lying.

Advisor Oh joins from the other side of the aisle. Ah, the infamous lying trio. “We worry for your safety too, Jungjeon-mama.” Oh, really now? The rest of the men share murmurs of agreement. Chief Advisor Park adds to the older man’s statement, “If you don’t mind me saying, Mama…we fear the king of the south might be…overstaying his welcome.”

“He won’t be able to do anything anytime soon, and not while I’m still sitting on the throne.”

“Jungjeon-mama, I hope you understand that this is a pressing matter. The country desperately needs a king right now.” Oh adds, getting a few nods from the council. Do these people really comprise the council? Or it’s just three people who brought their coerced worshippers along with them?

“I am well aware of what sort of dishonorable duty this society has imposed upon women, I, of all people would be most knowledgeable on that,” you reiterate your point.

“Unless we have an heir to the throne, my Queen, the city will remain in unrest.” There’s the truth they’ve been itching to tell you. Did they really have to go through all those lies just to get to this point? As Chief Advisor Park takes another step forward, Jungkook moves as well, hand already on hilt of this sword, ready to wield his weapon just in case the former decides to move closer.

Yoongi, who was passing by the court heard your voice, deftly sliding a window slightly open to see you. If he thought you were endearing when you were drunk, there was nothing else compared to his attraction towards you now that you were seated on your husband’s throne.

It’s the only place you were only ever meant to be, nurtured and trained to be the queen, and an even better wife of the king. Too bad it wasn’t him on the throne, yet.

When you raise a hand at the captain, he backs away, fixing his sword back to its scabbard. Park Jimin smirks. “I would be most willing to help you with that, Jungjeon-mama.” At his proposal, you’re unable to control the scoff that escapes your lips.

“That offer would be most tempting, Chief Advisor Park…” the man visibly straightens at your words, a brow raised at your unexpected remark, “perhaps to someone who shares the same degree of desperation as the proposer.”

The rosy tinge of shame fills the man’s cheeks while you hear Jungkook and the other guards behind you suppress their snickers. You are smiling widely as well, and as Park Jimin gets a glimpse of your pearly whites through the fine silk of your headwear, he gives you the cold shoulder and walks back to his row.

Yoongi, enjoying being inconspicuous from outside the hanok beams at you, immersed in the amusement he finds in watching you put these men in their places. Behind the mirth, he knows that the chief advisor was not totally ingenuine with his concern.

It’s the unspoken truth – a kingless city was as vulnerable as a deer in an open space, surrounded by hunters. He had never doubted your prowess once, nor did he question your capability to look after your subjects. But the world was a cruel place and a kingdom without corruption is almost a concept far from reality.

“Nevertheless, the need for an heir is already out of the choices…” Whispers are shared amongst the crowd of men in front of you. Confusion arose from the councilmen at your words. Even with their numerous plots to rise to the throne, you’re still surprised at how they can’t seem to understand simple implications. Taking into consideration their perplexed expressions, you decide to state the obvious.

“Yes. I am pregnant.”

Jungkook and Yoongi look up at you from where they’re stood, just as shocked as the rest of the council.

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Flash mob | k.sy

shy dancer!kwon soonyoung x anxious!reader

genre: fluff, angst, strangers to friends au.

warnings!: certain sensitive topics, cuss words, anxiety issues, fat shaming, mentions of suicide, bullying, inhaler and pill use(?), if any other warnings please let me know.

word count: 8.6k+

In which, this random dancer in a flash mob you crashed unknowingly helps you overcome your fears and teaches you what it’s like to really be happy.

A/n: I just wanted to let you know that I personally have never faced any of the issues mentioned here so I want to apologise in advance if in case this offends anyone for that was not my intention. This may not be exactly like how it works in real life but I just wanted to bring a bit of light on these topics that I’ve come across in my friend circle and just let people know that you’ll be okay and one day, either you will find someone to help you, or you yourself will overcome all this and become a stronger and better version of you.

P.S- this is also my first time writing something like this so criticism is very much needed.

4 pm.

Sighing as you finally stretched, you placed the pencil in between the pages you were reading before shutting the book and placing it on the table. You glanced at the wall in front of you covered with paintings done from different shades of black and dark purple. You smile slightly as your paintings bring you a sense of calmness.

Pushing yourself up again the desk, you stood up straight, making your way downstairs to grab something to eat.

“It’s a Sunday. I can’t believe you’re studying. You really need to go outside, honey”, your mother smacks your arm as she hands you a plate of toasted bread. “At least for a walk, even if it’s just for ten minutes”. You groan as you take the plate while rubbing your arm.

You make your way to the living room peeking at your younger brother focused while playing something on his playstation.

Taking a seat, ready for your ten minute break before you had to go back to studying again, you grabbed the piece of toast but before you could take a bite, your phone began to ring. You glance at the phone screen that lit up with the caller ID, contemplating within whether or not to pick up. Knowing your best friend and the temper tantrums she put up, you eventually decided to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Y/n”

“Yeah?”

“Get ready”

“What?”

“I said get ready we’re going out”

“What? No”

“Yes. There’s a huge celebration going on downtown. We have to go”

“I’m not really interested”

“You never are if it’s doesn’t include something related to studying or painting”

You shrugged, not really caring enough to respond.

“Listen, I’m begging you. I’ve never forced you to go anywhere with me if you didn’t want to, but I really need you this time. Mom’s making me go with Kyla and her squad so that we could have some ‘sister bonding time’ but I honestly want nothing to do with that bitch-

Grimacing, you remembered your first encounter with Soobin’s step sister. You had never cried or hated yourself as much as you did that day for being so helpless and weak in front of her.

-but I have to do it for mum. I really need your support. You know how bad it gets for me to be alone with her. Please?”

You were a hundred percent ready to tell her no but the fragility and fear in her voice weakened your heart. You thought about it for a few seconds, neither of you speaking.

“Only for an hour”

“Yes, I promise. Oh my god, thank you!”, Soobin cried into the phone as you heard kissing noises. Slightly annoyed, you pull your phone away from your ear, completely ignoring your best friend.

“Okay, so I’ll pick you up in a half hour. I love you. Bye bye”, she laughed as she cut the call.

You sighed as you sunk deeper into the couch, feeling more annoyed that you actually had to get out of the house and that your toast had turned completely cold.

You handed the plate over to your brother, a human food dispenser, watching him gobble up the cold toast as if he hadn’t been fed for days.

“Good boy”, you patted his head as he smacked your hand away, his focus back on the game.

You made your way upstairs, freshened up and picked something to wear from your cupboard. Not really being in the mood to dress up for just staying out an hour, you threw on a pair of worn out jeans and a plain white T-shirt with a small tiger printed on one side of the chest.

The doorbell rang through the house and familiar voices could be heard downstairs followed by loud laughter. Giving yourself one last glance in the mirror, you grabbed your backpack as you wore your shoes while stepping down the stairs.

“Don’t do that. You’re going to trip and hurt yourself one day. Either wear it and walk or wait till you’re downstairs to wear”, your mom grunted as she sent glares towards you.

“But anyways, I’m just glad you’re finally taking a proper break. Have fun and genuinely enjoy it”, your mother squeezed your shoulders as she headed back into the kitchen, giving Soobin a small wave.

“Let’s go!”, Soobin grabbed you as she pulled you out towards the car.

“Home by 11”

“I’ll be back in an hour”, you shouted out to your mother before stepping into the car.

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?”

“Because my mom is getting married to that slug face’s father and she wishes that we spend some time together before the wedding. We both love my mom and want to see her happy and you love me more and want to see me more happy so you’re here to keep me company and support me”

“I swear to god, if you weren’t here, I probably would have already karate chopped her by now”

You chuckled as you watched your best friend bust out a few miserable attempts at karate poses.

“Oh my god. We’re in public. Could you behave more decently please? I have an image to maintain and I’m not going to let you idiots ruin it for me”

Soobin immediately stopped, clutching onto your arm, as she turned her head away from the devil girl that stood a few feet ahead of you with her minions friends laughing beside her.

They stared at you like you two were stinky pieces of trash thrown into a chamber of gold. Soobin huffed as she pulled you, walking past the girls that quickly jumped out of the way as if being touched by you would turn them into trash too. Ignoring them, you and Soobin looked through the stores that lined the streets.

You had to admit, maybe coming out her wasn’t too bad after all. The festival was grand. It covered almost the entire downtown area. The streets were lined with lights from top to bottom. Every inch of the stores were decorated and the purplish orange sky created a perfect contrast against the bright gold and red lights. You wished you could pause this moment. Just lie down right here in the middle of the road and stare up at the slightly starry lit sky. You wished you could make this place a reality within your mind. A place you could visit whenever you wanted to or needed to.

You were abruptly brought out of your thoughts when you felt someone push against you, causing you both to stumble to the ground. Surprised, you looked up only to see the person grabbing their things, mumbling out an almost inaudible sorry, not even glancing at you, before rushing again in the same direction.

How rude.

“Y/n, you okay?”, Soobin was at your side as she lifted you up and onto your feet. You dusted your palms before patting away the dust on your behind. You glanced up to notice that everyone around you was looking your way, at the commotion that had been caused and almost immediately you felt an overwhelming sensation to drop dead. Your palms become sweaty as you started to breath haphazardly. White light shined into your eyes and all you could hear was static as you felt your body go limp. Warning bells rang through your head as you saw only red. Your vision slowly started to blur as you felt your legs give way. Your mind felt disconnected from your body. Your body working as if it had a mind of its own.

Accessing the situation, Soobin immediately seated you on the chair of a store you were currently near. She blocked your vision as well as others vision of you. A few more people made their way towards you, worried and frantically trying to see if you were okay. She grabbed the inhaler she had for you in her bag, handing it to you before turning around towards the crowd.

“Everything’s okay. She’s alright. Sorry for the commotion. Please continue whatever you were doing. We’re all good here. Thank you”, she let out a panicked smile as she flung her arms around, desperate to get people’s attention away from you.

When the crowd finally began to disperse, she whipped her head around, her heart beat steadying a bit, watching you take deep breaths from the inhaler. She took out a water bottle placing it near your mouth, providing support for you to drink.

You gulped down the water. It felt like a flood against a decade of drought in your throat. You pushed your head away to take a few more deep breaths as you felt yourself calming down. Glancing at your best friend, you watched her smile, trying to hide the worry and fear behind her eyes. You held her hand, squeezing it softly as you gave her a genuine smile.

“I’m okay”

She dropped her head down at those words, her breathing so rough, you thought she was about to cry.

“Don’t scare me again like that, you bitch”, she smacked you softly over your head before helping you up once again. You laughed at her softly and she interlocked your arms together.

You began making your way down the streets, when you felt someone push past your shoulders.

Kyla glanced back over hers as she murmured loud enough for you to hear.

“Attention whore. What a fake”

You looked down as she and her friends giggled. Apparently this had gone unnoticed by Soobin so you glanced at her to find her typing away at her phone. You rolled your eyes as you realised she was probably texting your mom to inform her about the episode you just had. You chuckled randomly as she looked up at you.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to say thanks”

“Don’t. I’m your best friend it’s the least I could do”

“.... and here are your fries”, you smiled as you thanked the waiter for your food. You actually had a pretty decent time as you walked past a few stores, shopping for stuff along the way. Had it been only Soobin and you, you knew it would have been a memorable time but even still it was. Although you’d have preferred to not be insulted or ridiculed for every minute thing you did every two minutes.

You handed each person whatever they had ordered before taking your own. You unwrapped your burger as you held it, ready to take a bite.

“Ugh, I wouldn’t eat that if I were you. You’re already pretty fat. We don’t want you putting on more weight now, do we? You’re just making it harder for you to find someone to date”

“Shut up. You have no right to talk about her like that-“

Soobin’s voice was drowned out when suddenly people’s shouts could be heard from behind.

Temporarily forgetting about the conversation you guys were having, all of you turned your head towards the noise, when music started playing. It was one of your favourite songs. An unknowing smile embraced your face as you stretched your neck and body in all directions to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside of the restaurant. Upon noticing the huge crowd and movement, your eyes widened as you realised.

“A flash mob!”

With sparkling eyes, you nodded your head towards Soobin. Being mesmerised by it in movies and YouTube videos, you’ve always wanted to see one in real life. You had such love and admiration to those dancers who were just ready to dance anywhere and everywhere. To have the guts to dance in front of a bunch of random strangers who didn’t even ask to see you, to have such presence and confidence that you make anywhere your stage. To be able to perform so smoothly while still handling a whole crowd. As silly as it sounds, you’ve always wanted to be a part of one, to help make random unsuspecting people who were probably having a bad day feel happy in an instant but you knew you could never handle the attention of so many people on you, let alone the fact that you’ve never even danced in your entire life.

Upon noticing the huge crowd, your felt your anxiety rushing back a bit so you turned back around and focused on the food in front of you. Soobin noticed the way your eyes fell in an instant. She knew about your love for flash mobs when she was once forced to watch at least a few thirty of them straight when you had called her home for a sleepover. It was like a fairy tale to you, a happy place.

You quietly picked up your burger again as you took a bite. Kyla and her friends chuckled as they watched you.

“What? Can’t handle that someone else is getting more attention. What a joke honestly”

“Such an attention seeker”

“As though anxiety is a real thing”

“Probably never even had a person look at you. Who would when you look like that?”

Soobin was about to speak up again when you banged your fits against the table, accidentally poking the fork into the side of your palm. You didn’t flinch as you pressed your nails into your arm. The sound deafening outside but seeming so soft against the silence of your table.

Obviously, a lot of the remarks hurt you. They hit you pretty hard and you had to try your best to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. You were always weak when it came to people speaking about your fears and anxiety attacks because you hadn’t chosen something like this, you were forced to be born with this, forced to deal with this everyday. People always insulted you for this. Bullied you so bad that you thought death could be a solution had it not been for your family and your best friend. All you’ve ever wanted and dreamed of. To have a friend group, to do silly and daring things with them, to go to parties and get drunk, to have a normal life.

Was that too much to ask for?

But this time you had had enough. You were done letting others talk for you, protect you, take all the hits for you instead. You lifted your head sending glares to them as tears flowed down your cheeks freely.

“Shut up”, You scream as loud as you could, somewhat glad that there were not many people in the restaurant. Everyone being too preoccupied with what was going on outside.

“I’m strong!” You shout into their face as you grabbed the fork twisting it around in your palm and stabbing it into the table. You watched their eyes widen before taking off your backpack and placing it on the chair you were seated in a few seconds ago. You turned around stomping you way towards the doors of the restaurant, already regretting your decision.

It’s too late to turn back now.

You paused at the handle of the door as you took a deep breath and pushed it aside, stepping into the crowd. Pushing past them you made your way to the front of the line. Your brain too fumbled up to understand and comprehend what your body was doing.

Just do it. You can regret it later.

You took a few steps forward and were now in the smack middle of the back line of the flash mob. Few of the dancers gave you weird looks but you didn’t notice. You watched the line in front of you and tried to copy the moves they were doing. Key word being tried.

Although failing miserably, you still continued. It took awhile but your brain finally snapped back to reality and you froze in place. It was a crowded street and you probably had thousands of eyes on you. The familiar feeling of someone’s hand around your throat came back to you as you saw red. You stood there helplessly, ready to drop to your knees, regretting this whole decision and just wanting to go back home and lie down in the comfort and privacy of your bed, away from all the privy eyes.

You gulped as you felt yourself lose consciousness but you snapped back to reality in an instant when you heard laughter from beside you. You glanced behind you and saw a boy with slightly reddish-brown hair point at you while dancing and laugh at you.

“So cute”, he cheered out as he attempted to re-enact the way you tried to wiggle your hips. Laughing at himself at the cute attempt he made, he clapped his hands, temporarily forgetting about the flash mob. Unknowingly, a small blush had creeped up your cheeks as you watched the guy wiggle his butt at you. You laughed at him, immediately covering your mouth as though it were a sin.

The people in the flashmob began to change their formations and the guy grabbed your arm pulling you along with him through the flashmob as he jumped to a stop on reaching his position in the most endearing way possible. You beamed at his adorableness as he made you stand next to him and showed you the moves. You hesitantly raised your arms and began coping everything that he did.

You laughed along with him when you did a silly move or when he’d purposely be extra just to earn a laugh from you. You felt bad for ruining their flash mob but you needed this. You were allowed to be selfish this once but also made a mental note to apologize to everyone here once they were done.

You had never genuinely enjoyed like this before. You knew you had a lot more eyes on you, laughing at you because you were messing up everything. But for once you genuinely didn’t care. You actually liked that you were able to make people laugh. Occasionally, the feeling of the attack would pass through your body but it would be immediately wiped away by the man next you. Both of you dancing like it was your own world. Your focus on him and his focus on you. Like it was just you two dancing together.

Towards the ending you finally stepped away from the flash mob, having enough of ruining their hard work. The guy looked at you confused before realising and sending you a pout face. You chuckled at him as you stepped into the crowd and grooved a bit as an encouragement to him. He smiled at you as he continued with his dance. His eyes on you the whole time, a show he put up only for you. You focused only on him and before you knew it, the flash mob came to an end and the whole crowd erupted into cheers.

Surprised, you glanced back at the crowd for a second before looking back at the dancers who were all gathered in a line and were bowing. You searched for the guy but you couldn’t find him anywhere. Realizing the situation, your heart beat sped up so you rushed to find your best friend. Pushing through the crowd you finally found Soobin making her way towards you. She pulled you into a hug. Her face showing pure shock. You pulled away from her as you gasped breathlessly.

“Inhaler”

She frantically searched through her bag as she grabbed the inhaler and placed it near your mouth, pulling you back into the restaurant. Kyla and her friends just laughed at you as they took their leave. You sat down taking deeper breaths. Soobin just stared at you trying to make sure what just happened wasn’t a dream.

“Did you just-”

“Yeah, apparently”

“Okay, so that just happened. Are you alright?”

“Yeah I think so”

You felt a huge flick to my forehead as you held it and groaned in pain.

“Are you mad? How could you do something like that? Even if it was to prove a point. You need to be more careful, y/n. You should have at least pulled me in with you”, she sighed as she rubbed her temples.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”, you nodded.

“I’m mad at you but at the same time I’m so proud of you”, she clapped her hands as she gave me a tight hug. I laughed as I hugged her back.

“Oh, I need to go apologize to the flash mob dancers before they leave”, you turned around to watch the slowly dispersing crowd. You actually wanted to see the guy again and thank him. So you walked back to the street. Your eyes glancing at everyone to find a mop of reddish-brown hair. You were disappointed when you couldn’t find him among the crowd of the dancers who were packing up their speakers but still smiled and apologised to them while they waved you off saying that they were actually glad you joined. You didn’t really pay much attention to them, trying to calm yourself by gripping onto your bag while all their eyes were on you, as you continue your search for the guy through the crowd.

“Um, by any chance do you know where the guy with the reddish-brown hair went?”, you asked one of the dancers. They looked at you confused before you shook your head and waved at them.

“Never mind. Good bye. Have a nice day”, you smiled, heading towards Soobin as she gave you a sly one.

“Searching for a guy, huh?”, you rolled your eyes at her.

“I just wanted to thank him”, you sighed glancing around one last time before finally giving up and taking your backpack from Soobin. Tired and feeling a bit off mood all of a sudden, you asked Soobin if you could go back home to which she readily agreed, worried the effects of today's miracle would take place sooner or later.

You began walking towards the exit of the street when someone grabbed your arm softly, stopping you while they stood in front of you.

“Hi”

“Hi”, you blushed a bit at the guy that had his hand on his chest panting for breath.

“I saw....you.....leaving.....searching....talk....you”, he spoke between breaths. You smiled at him, handing him the water bottle as he thanked you before gulping it down. Once his breath steadied he turned towards you and smiled.

“Hi, my name is Kwon Soonyoung. You can call me Hoshi”, he stretched his arm as you did yours, making contact.

“I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you”

He squeezed your hand a bit and you flinched. He glanced down at your palm.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to squeeze- oh my god, you’re bleeding”

You were bleeding, it was all dried up blood from the little dramatic moment you had at the restaurant. He pulled your palm to his face to examine it when Soobin produced a medical kit from her bag.

Hoshi looked at her in confusion.

“You carry a medical kit in your bag?”

You and Soobin glanced at each other before looking back at Hoshi.

“I just like to be prepared”, she smiled as she took out the antiseptic, cotton pads and a bandage. Hoshi pulled you to a table nearby, never letting go of your palm, placing it on the table so delicately like it were glass. You chuckled at him slightly as he looked up at you with an innocent look.

Soobin groaned as she glanced at the missed calls and text messages from her mother. She showed the screen to you and you could only give her a look of pity.

“That bitch Kyla, I swear to god”, she pressed the bridge of her nose before standing up from the table you guys were at.

It had been almost an hour since Soobin bandaged your arm and she, Hoshi and you had decided to have a little chat under the lights while sipping on some iced tea.

“Well Hoshi, it was really nice meeting you but I think it’s time for us to go now”, Soobin gave him a soft smile as she watched both yours and his face frown slightly. She sighed as she mentally contemplated within herself.

Ah fuck it.

“Actually, I need to go. But I’m sure y/n can stay for some more time. Her mom said she only needs to be back by 11”, Soobin smiled at the two of you as she packed up her stuff into her bag. Completely shocked, you grabbed her wrist and dragged her to another corner of the street, a few feet away from Hoshi.

“Excuse me for a second”, he nodded softly.

“What the hell?”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? You can’t just leave me here alone”

“I’m not leaving you here alone. I’m leaving you here with someone”

“A guy”

“A decent guy who I think is definitely trustable. Plus he looks so harmless. You could probably karate chop him if he does something wrong”

“Will you quit it with the karate chopping?”

“Look, I’ve always been worried about you I’ve always tried to be by your side any time you step out of the house-“

“Because of you”

“Shut up, I’m talking. As I was saying, it’s time for you to be a grown up. You can’t keep having your mom or I run around behind you, scared of every step you take. I’ve seen what he does to you. You felt so at peace while dancing with him. Maybe it’s time to let someone else into your life, you know?”

“But I-“

“Y/n you need this. I’m not forcing you. It’s your choice. If you want we can go back home right now. But I would really rather than you try this out at least. I really like him and I think he genuinely is a good guy”

You thought about it for a while. You could go back home and get onto your bed and sleep. Or you could stay here and possibly get murdered.

“I’ll stay”

“Good. You have everything you need, right?”

You nodded as you checked your bag for your phone, keys, inhaler and water bottle. Soobin slipped you a pepper spray and a pocket knife as you raised an eyebrow at her.

“Just in case, you know”, she winked as you walked back to Hoshi.

She waved you both goodbye and you both watched her until she turned around a corner and completely disappeared.

“Soooo”, you stiffened at his voice, slowly turning around to look at him, an awkward tension filling the air.

You shuffled your feet while glancing down at your shoes. Not daring to make eye contact. The two of you were silent for a while before he decided to finally speak up.

“Do you want to, um, maybe walk around and, uh, look at stuff, I guess?”

He smiled as you nodded.

“Yeah, that seems fun”

He shook his head as he fell in line with you and you both began walking, no destination in particular. It was quite awkward for none of you knew what to speak about. You’d get so tensed every time his arm would brush against yours, or you had to push up close against him because it was too crowded.

“You seem like a really good dancer”, he broke the tension and finally started a conversation.

“You’re kidding, right? I have literally never danced in my entire life and I know it was terrible. You even made fun of me for it”

He scratched his head as his cheeks turned a tinge of pink.

“I didn’t make fun of you for it. I just thought you looked pretty cute doing it like that”, he spoke with a pout, thinking you took him in a wrong way and actually felt bad. You heart felt giddy listening to him.

“It’s okay. I was just joking”, you laughed at him as he smiled back.

“Wait. So you’ve never danced and still decided to randomly jump into a flash mob?”

You shrugged your shoulders, not really in the mood to explain today’s happenings.

“Ah, so you’re a daredevil”

You snorted at him as you lightly hit his chest.

“Daredevil? I just randomly joined a flash mob. It’s not like I jumped off a cliff. And trust I’m not a daredevil”

“Same thing. It takes just as much guts to do it”

“Oh by the way, I never really got to apologize to you for ruining what was probably loads of practice, like that”, you bent your head feeling very embarrassed in front of him.

He put his hands on your shoulder and you lifted our head. Your faces were centimetres away from each other and you saw him hesitate, feeling flustered at the distance. None of you backing away until a small kid crashed his plane on the side of his head.

He yelped as he fell to the ground. Rubbing the side of the head that was hit.

“Are you okay?”, you exclaimed as you kneeled down.

“Sorry, uncle”, the kid laughed as he took the plane and started running away.

“Uncle?”, Hoshi exclaimed. He immediately stood up like there was nothing wrong with him and pointed at the kid, shouting at him.

“Do I look like an uncle to you? Hey, I’m only 24 years old you know!” He screamed at the kid and you watched him in shock.

He glanced back at your shocked face and knew he messed up.

“I like kids”, he simply stated and you laughed at him, handing him the water bottle, as you turned his face to look at the bruise that was forming. From where did you manage to summon these guts to even touch him, you don’t know but for some weird reason, it felt normal to you. An everyday thing.

“Sure”, you huffed as you observed the bruise.

“There’s a slight bruise forming. It doesn’t look too bad. Just ice it and it’ll go in probably a day or two”, you nodded as your eyes turned to him. He was staring at you and you felt your face flush. You immediately backed away from him.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have touched you like that”

“No it’s okay you were just-“

He was interrupted by a low growling sound that erupted from his stomach. You watched him with wide eyes, wrapping his arms to cover his stomach as though it would hide the sounds.

“Do you maybe wanna get something to eat?”

“Yes please, I would like that”

“You’re going to choke”, you laughed at Hoshi as he gobbled up all the ramen that was placed on the table just seconds ago. He grunted, rubbing his palm on his tummy.

“You’re starving, I get it, but that doesn’t mean you choke yourself to death”, you roll your eyes as you handed him a tissue and poured a glass of water pushing it towards him. He drank a bit of the water, helping him easy down the masticated food. You grabbed your plate and poured some noodles into it, taking your peaceful time as you ate.

“There’s supposed to be a firework show and a campfire later in the evening. I was supposed to watch it with my friends but I kind of ditched them last minute. Would you want to watch it with me?”, you looked up at him, thinking about it. You’ve never watched fireworks before. At least not in real life. They’ve always seemed so surreal to you.

You nodded as you drank the soup in the bowl, “Sure, I’d love to. I haven’t really seen fireworks in real life or ever had a campfire”

He looked at you surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve always just seen them on television. I’m not an outdoor person, and I don’t really like loud noises or crowded rooms or physical activity. I like isolation a lot. More like I’ve grown up in isolation a lot, so I’ve found peace in it and it’s my comfort zone. So I haven’t experienced a lot of these things, but I really would want to. I always keep imaging how s’mores would taste like. I’ve never had marshmallows either. Are they soft? I’ve heard they taste sticky but-“

You drone on and on. Not even realising that this was probably the longest you’ve ever spoken. Hoshi just watched you, your lips. A small blush creeping up his face when he glanced at them. They looked so soft and pretty, bright pink from the spicy noodles you just had, so perfect like they would fit so snug with his. He paid attention to everything you said as he sat and listened to your voice, it felt like silk against his ears, sending goosebumps through him. He loved the way your face lit up as you spoke, watching your cute little hands make all these movements to exaggerate your words. You seemed like a dream to him. Hopefully a dream come true.

You finished speaking as you finally glanced at Hoshi. He was leaning towards you, his elbow propped on the bench, his cheek pressed against his palm and a goofy smile adorning his face. You unconsciously smile at him and he suddenly reaches out to boop your nose.

“Adorable”, he cried out as he giggled, continuing to eat whatever was left over. You sat there shocked as you watched him eat. Your heartbeat racing in your chest. You pressed a palm against it, trying to calm it out. You felt your face heat up and you excused yourself to the washroom.

You stepped in and immediately rushed towards the basin. You glanced up in the mirror and saw that your face was a bright pink shade. You felt your cheeks and they were extremely warm against your cool palms. You collected some water before splashing it on your face continuously, to cool yourself down.

You groaned in frustration as you leaned against the empty wall beside the basin, slowly sliding down and wrapping your arms around your knees. You softly banged the back of your head continuously against the wall as you let your insecure thoughts overcome you.

This can’t be happening. I cannot be catching feelings for a guy I just met. I need to stay away from him. I am a pain to be around. He’s probably hanging out with me out of pity because my best friend had to go. I don’t want to get attached to him. I’m a mess. He shouldn’t have to be friends with me, even if he likes to hang out with me. I need to stop whatever is going on now. I should have just stayed home.

You groaned louder as you slowly started feeling anxious, placing your forehead against your knees.

“I have to leave”, you said out loud to no one in particular.

I could just sneak my way out of here and leave him a text once i’m home. Wait, I don’t have his number. Maybe if I slip a note to the waitress and ask her to hand it to him? Yeah, that should work. Or would that be considered rude? The fact that I could write him a note but couldn’t just personally tell him? Why don’t I just tell him? No, I could never lie to him. I should call Soobin and ask her.

You groaned as you felt your head hurt a bit, making you feel dizzy.

“Hey, are you okay?”, you suddenly looked up, causing your head to hurt more and you let out a cry.

The person rushed towards you as she dampened one end of her dress and slightly pressed it against your burning face. She yelled something to someone, your vision slightly blurry as you felt your eyes get teary. You took a few deep breaths, just like your mom taught you and within a few seconds, your vision came back to normal but your head still kept hurting a little.

“I’m fine, thank you”, you smiled at the lady as you attempted to stand up, the woman helping you.

“Are you sure?”, she asked.

“Yes, I’ve been out in the sun the whole day, so I just felt a bit faint”, you lied to her.

“I think you should go to a doctor”

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be fine in a while. Happens often”, you smiled at her as you splashed some water on your face. Suddenly, the door to the washroom burst open. Shocked, you glanced through the mirror at the door behind you.

“Y/n!”, a frightened and worried Hoshi ran towards you, his eyes wide, his cheeks puffy and mouth still filled with food. The sight of him seemed so funny to you and you unknowingly let out a loud laugh. Hoshi just stared at you, eyes wide before he looked at you through the mirror and then himself. He choked a bit, making you laugh louder, turning away from you, chewing his food and swallowing it as quickly as possible. He turned back around to you.

“Glad that me choking to death could entertain you”, he huffed fake angry as he placed his arms on his waist.

“I rushed in worried that you fainted or something and here you are laughing at me almost dying”, he shook his head disappointed as he crossed his arm.

You laughed at him completely forgetting about the situation.

The person who had helped you previously laughed as she patted your shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re alright now”, she smiled at you, leaning in towards you.

“Your boyfriend seems like a great guy. I can see how happy he makes you. He’s a good one. Don’t let him go”, she winked at you before walking away. Hoshi grabbed your arm, looking concerned.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just felt a bit dizzy, probably cause I forgot to take my pills”, you accidently said out loud. You glanced at him hoping he didn’t notice but he did. You prayed he wouldn’t ask you more about it.

He took a deep breath, turning towards you with a soft smile.

“Do you have your pills with you right now?”, you looked at him slightly confused. He stared at you, expecting an answer. You nodded your head still staring at him confused.

“Okay. Is it in your bag?”, he asked you. You nodded.

“Do you want me to get it for you?”

“It’s alright, I need some fresh air too”

He nodded his head as you both walked side by side, his arms still holding yours even though you were already feeling better. You glanced at his arm around yours and you felt goosebumps creep up your skin, a shiver running down your body. Hoshi noticed as he glanced at you.

“Are you feeling cold? I could give you my jacket”

“It’s pretty warm actually, thanks”

“Oh, I could help you take off your shirt then”

You narrowed your eyes as you turned to him, a sly smirk on his face as he gave you a pointed look. You rolled your eyes as you smacked his arm hard.

“Ouch”, he yelped holding his arm as you smiled, walking towards the bench you two were previously eating on. You sat down, rummaging through your bag and Hoshi took a seat in front of you a while later. You looked at him. He had gotten you a bottle of juice. You thanked him as you took your pills out of the packet and gulped them down with the help of the juice. Seven of them. Hoshi stared at you, confusion, shock and curiosity scribbled in red ink across his face as he watched your every move. Whether he figured from your expression previously or not, you could see he was dying to know but he still chose to keep quiet.

He smiled at you once you packed everything in.

“You ready to head back home?”

“No”, your heart spoke before your brain could. He looked up at you from where he was throwing the trash in the bin.

“What?”

You mentally slapped your mouth, slightly mad that you lost an opportunity to head back home. But more glad that you could still have more time with him.

“I kinda want to watch the fireworks. But if you need to head home then that’s okay too”, you looked towards him, your heart praying that he’d say no, slightly afraid that he’d give an excuse and take the opportunity to leave especially after all that happened ten minutes back.

“I want to watch the fireworks too”, he smiled at you as he dumped the last of the trash, he bowed forward, stretching his palm out to you.

“I would love to accompany you, madame”, he tipped his fake hat forward. Playing along, you pretended to pick up your skirt, grunting and making very unwomanly positions as he glanced at you confused. You grinned at him.

“Sorry, this shit’s heavy”, he laughed out loud as he pretended to help you pick up the dress too.

“Ah why thank you, noble sir. For your kind deed I shall accompany you”, you posed elegantly as Hoshi laughed again. You both laughed and made fun of each other’s cringy lines. Interlinking your arms together, you made your way towards where the fireworks were to be held.

“You two are such a cute couple. Would you like me to take a picture?”, you glanced at the man holding a polaroid camera in front of you.

“Um we’re not-”

“Sure”, Hoshi interrupted you as he pulled you towards the pier. Taking a spot in front the lake that currently had lanterns floating over it. Hoshi paid the guy as he glanced at you. He took off his denim jacket, handing it over to the guy as he walked back to you.

“Is it okay if I put my arms on your shoulder?”

You glanced at him as you nodded. He put his arms across your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You hesitated a bit, scared he would feel the racing heartbeat that vibrated through your body. When you both settled, ready to take the picture, you felt your heart calm down and you felt so comfortable, almost tipsy. Taking a risk, you laid your head on his shoulder as you felt him stiffen before he immediately relaxed and placed his head on top of yours. A small smile playing on both of your faces.

You saw a flash and heard the buzzing sound of a camera. A flash like that would have immediately brought upon a panic attack but you felt so at home in his arms that you let your mind only focus on his touch.

“I love your matching shirts, they’re charming”

You both glanced at each other’s shirt, noticing the little tiger on the side. You looked up at each other, shook, before you both burst out laughing.

“How did we not notice this before?”, you let out through breaths as Hoshi had his hands on his knees. You felt the flash go off as you heard the camera buzz again. The two of you immediately stopped as the camera guy handed Hoshi’s jacket and the two polaroids he clicked, to you.

“The second one is on me”, he giggled before walking away from the two of you.

You glanced down at the already forming pictures on the film. Hoshi and you patiently watched as the images darkened slowly. A similar bright smile forming on your faces. The first picture wanted to make you smile, you looked like a set, like you belonged to be in those arms of his, that they were meant especially for you and the second one made you cry, you could not believe that it was you. You had always imagined the day when you’d smile so carefree and seeing yourself like this in the picture was a dream come true.

Hoshi watched as your eyes turned glossy. He patted your head softly, pulling you closer so that you could put your head on his shoulder. You did so, turning your face inwards to block anyone from seeing your tear stained face.

After a lot of tissues and probably three water bottles later, you calmed yourself down as Hoshi giggled at your pink tinted face. You heard an announcement that the fireworks would start soon, so you both made your way to find a seat near the campfire. Finding one that was at a perfect distance from the campfire and was pretty empty considering the huge crowd that had gathered there.

“Take a seat I’ll be right there”, you watched as he walked away, taking a seat at the spot. You felt very lonely without him. It had only been a few hours since you’ve been with Hoshi but as soon as he was gone, you missed him already, feeling like you’ve been with him forever and he was suddenly ripped away from you.

You sighed staring straight ahead at the campfire, feeling comfortable against its warmth. You stretched your palms out as an attempt to get a real feel of the campfire. It was a huge one, probably three feet high. Although it looked nothing like how a real one would look like, you found yourself imagining you and Hoshi at one, with tents sent up and cooking s’mores over the fire as you’d take turns trying to scare each other with stories.

Just as you imagined, the image of s’mores had entered your eyesight. You looked up at Hoshi as he stretched it out to you. You thanked him as you took it, feeling happy that you could finally try one. You watched as Hoshi took a bite of his, moaning slightly at how good it tasted. You saw him lick his lips, your heart fluttering slightly at the sight and sounds he made. You glanced back at your own one, taking a bite of it. Your eyes wide as you looked back at Hoshi.

“These are so good!”, Hoshi laughed as he watched your eyes light up. You watched him, as you saw his smile fade slightly at something behind you. You turned around and saw a bunch of guys taking a seat right beside you. They saw you, a few of them giving you a smile, waving at you and some even winking at you.

Feeling slightly anxious and uncomfortable, you gave them an awkward smile before turning around and scooching slightly closer to Hoshi. He let out a grunt as he stood up and walked to sit on the other side of you. His thighs touching yours. He shot a glare at the guys before looking back at you with a sweet smile. You looked at him confused and he shook his head.

“I like sitting on the right side”

You nod your head in understanding, surprised that people have such preferences too. You were about to say something when there was suddenly an announcement stating that there was a slight delay but the fireworks would start soon.

Groaning you leaned back a bit with your palms pressing into the ground, raising your head to the sky.

A playback of everything that had happened today ran through your mind as Hoshi watched you in silence. A single tear slipped your eyes as Hoshi looked at you worried but did not want to intervene. You realized you owed him an explanation for so many things. So you took a deep breath ready to start explaining everything to him from the start, even though you could already feel it pain you to talk about. You completely turned your seated body towards him as he did the same to show you that all his attention was on you. By the look in your eyes, Hoshi figured out what was going on.

“I-”

“You don’t have to”, you looked up at him.

“I meant you don’t have to explain anything to me. I do need to know and I will be ready to listen when you feel like telling me about everything. I don’t want to know just because you feel like you owe me that. I don’t care if it takes forever for you to tell me because I’m willing to wait. This is the most fun I’ve had in years and you’re the only woman outside my family whom I’ve ever spent so long with” he scratched the back of his head, “I genuinely like spending time with you and I would really want to get to know you better. Whatever it may be, I will be there for you. I want to stay by your side and be with you. Even as just somebody you know”

You gazed at him as tears slightly filled your eyes, not knowing what to say, you just turned towards the front when bright lights clouded your vision.

Fireworks.

You beamed as you watched the sky light up. The beauty it held while watching it in real life was nothing compared to what they showed in the videos. It looked like glitter splattered on the night sky. For some odd reason, it felt like you were watching Hoshi and your interactions throughout the day. Like how anytime he was around, you felt a splash of colour was added to your black canvas. Your eyes were focused on the colourful lights, but you could feel his eyes on you instead. You turned to look at him and your eyes made contact, staring into each other. You took this time to really observe his features that were lit by the fire, the colour of his eyes, the curve of his nose, the shape of his lips, the pink tint on his puffy cheeks.

Your eyes fell to his hands as you slowly traced your finger on his palm before looking back up at him.

“Thank you”, you mumbled out softly as he shot you the brightest teeth smile he could muster before taking your hand in his and interlocking your fingers as you slowly leaned on him.

Just the two of you watching as he slowly colours up your life.

a/n: I kinda got the idea for the flashmob from the neocities prompt generator so credits to them. The rest is purely my work. And just a huge thanks to hoshi for existing because he’s always been the bright light helping me and keeping me happy during my darkest and toughest times. horanghae <3

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Hanami Pt. 3 | The V2 Series

Genre | angst, The V2 Series, taehyung x reader, friends->lovers->friends (?)

Word Count | 5.1K

Warnings | Language. Alcohol consumption. Lots of pining / Taehyung and Y/N just not vibing well or being on the same level at the same time :/

Summary | While trying to have a good time downtown with their friends, Taehyung and Y/N are still struggling to work through how they feel about each other.

A/N | After a long wait, here’s part 3! This story is absolutely starting to kick me in the ass, so I’m very glad I finally got this out. Lemme know what you think!! :)

Read the rest of The V2 Series HERE!

Downtown is alive with the air of celebration and lightened with the relieved stress of the weekend—people float in and out of clubs and bars, taking advantage of the plentiful food carts and drink stands still left over from that afternoon’s Hanami festivities.

You are among the crowds, yet somehow still on the outside of your own group. You aren’t having the best time, but it’s no one’s fault but your own—you could put everything in your head aside and just enjoy the company of your best friends like you so desperately wanted to, but sadly, fate didn’t work in your favor like that.

Instead, you stand to the side in one of your favorite bars, clutching a drink bought for you graciously by Hyejin. Following your line of sight and pressing the stiff buttons on an old, rickety jukebox in the corner, is Taehyung. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been unable to take your eyes off of him for some time now—whether you have the alcohol to thank for that or just your jumbled mess of feelings, you’ll never know.

Somewhere, stewing in the back of your fucked-up brain, you’re still thinking of the last time you two were downtown. Just a few short months ago, you were hand in hand with Taehyung, dragging him down the same cobblestone streets you two had just walked on a few minutes ago, giggling with elation, sharing a drink at this very bar, arguing, and then fucking in Taehyung’s car.

You can’t help but compare those times to now—where Taehyung doesn’t even give you a lasting glance as you sidle up beside him at the jukebox, doing your absolute best to make every movement, every decision of your own look as casual as possible.

“Anything good up there?” you ask.

His focus slowly slides to yours as he flips through a few more songs. “Just that one Strokes song everyone knows,” he answers, pushing the big ‘Select’ button with his thumb.

The beginning bass notes of “Reptilia” play through the loudspeakers in every corner of the room. A few people nod their head in recognition, and when the guitars kick in, you think you see a ghost of a smile flash across Taehyung’s face again.

I said, “Please don’t slow me down

If I’m going too fast”

You decide to go out on a limb and try to rope Taehyung in with nostalgia.

“You know we danced to this song in my room one time,” you say, grinning. “You remember that?”

“I do,” he says, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and flicking his fringe out of his eyes. “We skipped school and had to jump the fence to your neighbors house—”

“And I thought I was going to have to take you to the hospital for a rabies treatment, because her dog bit you!” you say, laughing loudly. “Oh my god. That was such a weird day.”

“And it was your second time smoking,” Taehyung adds in, looking more excited as the memories come back to him rapidly, “and you made me basically sit outside your room so that the smell wouldn’t stay inside—”

“—but it definitely still smelled like it—”

“And you were gone off of one hit!” he says, laughing loudly. “And then you put this Strokes album on your record player and started dancing around your room—”

“You danced too!” you exclaim, wagging a finger at him. “Don’t forget that, and then we ended up out of breath on the bed—”

Your sentence falls flat as you realize where this story leads: you and Taehyung fooling around for one of the first times when you were both teenagers. Taehyung realizes this too, because the elation in his face drains immediately, the corners of his mouth drooping into a makeshift frown.

“Yeah, well. That was a long time ago,” is all he says, before looking over your shoulder at Jungkook walking toward the two of you.

Jungkook slings his arm around Taehyung, not even sparing you a glance. “What are you doing, dude?”

You remember the look they shared on the porch and realize suddenly that it’s going to be harder to talk to Taehyung alone than you’d originally thought—even wasted, Jungkook was on a mission to keep the two of you away from each other at every chance he could get. You wonder if the two had concocted this plan before the night began.

The Strokes song on the jukebox nears the end, picking up speed.

The room is on fire

As she’s fixing her hair

“You sound so angry

Just calm down, you found me”

Your mind lingers on the previous conversation—oh, how times had changed.

“Trying to find something good on this piece of shit,” Taehyung answers, gesturing to the jukebox before wrapping an arm around Jungkook’s waist. He’s leaning heavily on his slightly shorter friend, and Taehyung grimaces a little as he readjusts the weight on his upper body. “How much have you had, man?”

“Enough,” Jungkook slurs, giving him a lazy grin. “I’m fucking done for—you want a shot? I’m buying.”

“Actually,” you say, holding up a finger in thought. “I’m buying. Be right back.”

You set the now-empty drink cup in your hand down, swaying a little at the quick turn you do on your heel to head towards the bar. If you weren’t careful, you were going to be like Jungkook shortly, and then Taehyung definitely wouldn’t want to talk to you. On the other hand, the more drinks you had, the less likely you were to let Taehyung’s cold demeanor ruin your night and hurt your feelings—it was a Catch-22.

“Three Purple Gatorades, please,” you say to the bartender, sliding her your card.

You spare a glance over your shoulder, looking for any signs of Yeonwoo and Hyejin, but they’d disappeared downstairs to the dance floor as soon as the five of you had stepped foot over the threshold.

Jungkook and Taehyung are now huddled in the corner by the jukebox, and Jungkook’s eyebrows are creased from whatever information Taehyung was in the middle of telling him. Irritation flares at the sight, making you purse your lips—why did it seem like they were definitely in on this whole thing together? Why couldn’t Jungkook just mind his business and go downstairs with Yeonwoo?

You grab your drinks and your card, heading back over to where they are.

“Three of the best drinks this place offers, courtesy of moi,” you say with a grin before handing Jungkook one. “Right, Taehyung?”

“They are good,” he muses. “But I think I’m done drinking.”

Your face falls flat. “Seriously? I just bought this for you.”

“Sorry,” he says, shrugging.

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook pipes up, throwing his first drink back and offering to switch his empty cup for the full one in your left hand. “Give it here.”

“Fat chance!” you say, rolling your eyes. “My money, my alcohol poisoning.”

“Hey, I gave you plenty of shots of my gin at the house,” Jungkook protests, pouting.

You swallow the first drink. “Gimme an hour or so,” you say, before downing the second one that Taehyung rejected. “You can have it all back—probably on your shoes.”

Jungkook recoils in disgust and Taehyung rolls his eyes at your behavior. It makes your blood boil.

“When did you turn into such a fucking downer?” you snarl at him, taking all three empty cups in your hands. “It’s starting to get on my nerves.”

“I’m not a downer,” Taehyung says at your back as you walk away. “I’m just not—”

You whip around on your heel in time to see Jungkook shush Taehyung with a sloppy finger to his mouth, which Taehyung pushes away in disgust.

“Calm down there, knife-tongue,” Jungkook says, giggling very unlike himself at his own joke. “You’re coming in too hot tonight, dude. You’ve gotta slow down—”

“No, let him finish,” you say, face warming with embarrassment. “What else are you going to say tonight to hurt my feelings, Taehyung?”

Taehyung shakes his head, dismissing you with a half-assed wave of his hand. The gesture is so unlike him that your mouth drops open in shock. Jungkook looks uncomfortably between the two of you, unsure of what to do anymore—so you turn on your heel, walking away and fighting the urge to go back and slug Taehyung with the clenched fist at your side.

You spend the next hour or so of the night avoiding Taehyung and Jungkook—partly because you’re sick and tired of Taehyung’s sour puss attitude, but mostly because you have two more drinks at the bar and the sweat the alcohol out on the dance floor with Hyejin and Yeonwoo.

Taehyung keeps watch over Jungkook at the pool table during this time, letting his eyes wander every once in a while over the crowded room. He keeps expecting you to return to him at some point—you were never one to let his moods really bother you, mostly because you knew how to break through them—but much to his surprise, you don’t.

He hadn’t really meant to hurt your feelings as bad as he did earlier, it’s just that you were trying too hard and in turn, making it hard for him to keep up his anger as a walled defense. Of course, this time apart had been hard for him, too. He’d been putting all of his effort into his relationship with Yeseul, but even he could admit it was more of a distraction than anything. A way to redirect the anger and betrayal he felt because of you into love and affection for someone else—someone he felt actually deserved the effort he was capable of.

The word rebound teeters on the edge of Taehyung’s thoughts, putting a bitter flavor in his mouth akin to the taste of the whiskey mixed drink Jungkook had forced in his hand earlier, and he swallows it down along with the rest of his mixed feelings.

“Your turn,” Jungkook says, breaking Taehyung out of his reverie with a nudge with the end of his pool stick.

Taehyung takes it out of his hand, focusing on the game long enough to hit a striped thirteen into the right corner pocket effortlessly. Jungkook tuts in annoyance.

“I’m literally try-harding over here and I’m still losing,” he grunts. “What the fuck.”

“You’re a lot less sober than I am,” Taehyung reminds him with a grin, passing the pool stick back to him after missing his next shot. “Oh, and you suck.”

“Not as much as you do,” Jungkook replies, rolling his eyes. “Why’d you DD, man? You don’t even have work tomorrow.”

Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly, looking away from his friend so that the answer isn’t as telling on his face. “I just didn’t feel like drinking, I guess.”

“Bullshit,” Jungkook says almost immediately. “If you’re going to lie, do that shit to Y/N. Not me.”

Even though Taehyung won’t admit it, they both know why he chose not to drink—it was hard enough as it was to brush off your attempts at making nice with him. If he even teetered on the edge of getting tipsy, his facade was done for.

“You’re going to forgive her at some point,” Jungkook adds. “I know you.”

Taehyung sighs, taking the pool stick out of his friend’s hand to line up his final shot at the eight-ball on the table. He squints, deciding on a whim within the seconds before cracking the white ball with the tip of his pool stick that if he makes this shot, he’ll forgive you. If he misses, he’ll hold onto this grudge a little longer, watch you squirm and tiptoe around him a little more, before he gives in.

Of course, the black eight-ball goes straight into the left center pocket on the table without hesitation, and Taehyung sighs heavily in victory, hanging his head.

“Winner buys the loser a shot,” Jungkook says, grinning. “Them's the rules.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Since when!”

“Since I became your mediator for all this Y/N stuff—I’ve got to get something good out of this, come on!”

Taehyung supposed there was some truth to that statement. He had been relying heavily on Jungkook’s support and advice through this whole thing—but who else was he supposed to turn to? The one person he used to tell everything to was no longer there.

“Fine,” Taehyung says, leaning the pool stick up against the table. “Let’s go.”

As he slides the bartender his card—ordering Jungkook’s ridiculously pricey shot of whiskey—he tries not to think about just how flimsy his resolve against you is.

How flimsy it’s been this whole time.

After wasting some more time upstairs, Taehyung and Jungkook finally decide to retreat to the tables outside on the patio, enjoying the cool breeze that blows through the space and the gentle acoustic music from the live performer in the corner. The plucks of his guitar and low, soft voice are a relaxing break from the thumping bass just a few feet away on the dance floor.

Jungkook slumps in a chair, digging around in his pockets hastily for what only can be a cigarette, Taehyung is sure. The action makes Taehyung miss his own form of stress relief, but when he thinks about Yeseul’s wrinkled nose at the sight of him puffing on a cigarillo, the thought disappears instantly.

His affection for her had to mean something, right? He wasn’t purely in a relationship with her for the wrong reasons—he did actually like her.

At the library, she was always an easy distraction, coming to ask Taehyung questions about his night or his weekend with friendly banter and a pretty smile. Before he finally told her yes—before the disaster scene in his bedroom that one fated weekend with you—Yeseul had tried to get him to come out with her numerous times before, but he’d always turned the idea down. It felt wrong to go by himself, and it felt even more wrong to bring you along if he did go. Somehow, he’d always wanted to keep the two of you separated from each other—now he was glad he had.

Jungkook breaks him out of his thoughts with an offer of his cigarette and Taehyung shakes his head.

“You thinking about what you’re going to do about all of this?” Jungkook asks, looking pointedly at Taehyung through the cloud of haziness settling in the air between them.

Taehyung karate chops the smoke out of the air, chewing the inside of his cheek as he buys himself some time. What was he going to do?

“Yeah,” he says finally, sighing. “I’m stuck, man.”

“Look at it like this—” Jungkook says, leaning forward in his chair. “Do you miss Y/N as a person, or do you miss the times you had together? Remember her ways and her selfishness and her flaws. Then remember the physical relationship you two had. Which one has more of a pull for you?”

Taehyung cuts his eyes to Jungkook—he really hated this subject, yet, he could never get away from it.

“How come you’re suddenly sober when you need to be?” Taehyung mutters. “Go back to dry heaving over the pool table or something.”

“Oh I’m still fucked, believe me,” Jungkook says with a snicker. “My eyes are about three seconds from closing—I’m gonna fall asleep to this boring shit.” He gestures lazily to the performer in the corner still crooning and sucks his teeth in annoyance. “Where’s my girl when I need her?”

“Probably trying to tame Hyejin and Y/N,” Taehyung offers.

“She’s pretty different than them, right?” Jungkook says, his tone unabashedly appreciative. “I like that.”

Taehyung is glad for the small change of subject. “We know,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You’ve said it enough.”

“No, seriously dude,” Jungkook says, taking a drag from his cigarette for so long that Taehyung is convinced he forgot what he was going to say. “Hear me out.”

“I’m listening?”

“Being with someone who seems like they were tailor-made for us is great, right? I know that’s how you feel about Y/N, because you guys are like two halves of the same whole, or whatever.”

Taehyung frowns at the analogy and Jungkook holds his hands up in defense, telling him to wait.

“But,” he says, furrowing his brow, “what about falling for someone who is a little different than us? A little softer around the edges—one who suggests you not smoke and drink because they care for your well-being—and is just a good, gentle person to balance you out?”

Taehyung crosses his arms. “Obviously you think that’s Yeseul, right?”

“Yeseul for you, Yeonwoo for me,” Jungkook says, settling back into his chair.

Taehyung hates how right he is, and wants nothing more than to lean across the table and slug him right in his perfectly squared jaw.

“I just—” he lets the confession teeter on the edge of his tongue just as a bustling crowd of yelling, laughing girls comes stumbling from upstairs and onto the outside patio.

The drinks in their hands slosh around at their feet on the cement, which they laugh harder at as they teeter in their heels. It's you, Yeonwoo, and Hyejin—Taehyung recognizes the sounds of your voices immediately—but he realizes quickly that the three of you have made some friends downstairs, and are all searching for a table to rest for a little while after all the dancing you’ve done.

“You just?” Jungkook prompts, following Taehyung’s gaze to the group of girls. “What?”

“Love her,” Taehyung admits glumly, standing up from his chair. He really, really, doesn’t want to talk about this anymore—especially not with you so close. “Come on, let’s make room.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue in judgement but does as his friend says, standing up and cupping his hands around his mouth to call out to Yeonwoo and wave them over.

Taehyung watches you look around in confusion, but happiness settles quickly across your dazed features as you lock eyes with him and all but skip over to the table. He isn’t sure how much you’ve had since he saw you about an hour and a half ago, but he can quickly settle on the thought that it’s probably way past your usual limit.

“Taehyunggggg,” you sing-song, throwing your arms around his waist. “I cut my foot dancing, want to see?”

He looks over at Jungkook for help but he’s got a giggling Yeonwoo wrapped up in his arms, whispering something (awful) in her ears, Taehyung is sure.

Taehyung peels your arms from around his waist gently, though you still frown at the action. He’d just pissed you off not too long ago—where did your anger from before go?

“Let me see.”

You flop down in a chair a few feet away like a marionette doll who’s strings have just been cut—he’s really starting to get worried about how much you’ve had—before you raise up your leg straight in the air, giving him a unabashed show of your lace panties from beneath the skirt you were wearing.

Taehyung swallows quickly, grabbing your ankle and lowering your leg. “Y/N, stop.”

“Stop what?” you whine, and it sounds like you’re seconds away from crying. “I’m trying to show you I’m hurt.”

Taehyung can’t help but think you look incredibly cute—your hair messily thrown up in a bun from getting too hot from dancing, your makeup smudged a little around your eyes but still pretty nonetheless, your lower lip jutted out in a way that makes him want to fix everything wrong with the world just to see you grin again.

God damn it, he thinks. What’s wrong with me?

“I can see it without you doing gymnastics, okay?” Taehyung says lightly, trying not to laugh. “You rubbed a giant raw place on your foot from these small ass shoes! Are they even yours?”

“They’re Yeonwoo’s,” you say petulantly, looking down at the ground. “But they went really well with my outfit so I—”

Taehyung shakes his head, laughing a little. “Jesus. Can you still walk?”

“Of course I can,” you say, putting your foot back on the ground and standing up, closing a little bit of the distance between you and him.

Taehyung realizes suddenly this is probably the closest you two have been to each other and the weakest his facade has been, in months. Looking at you gazing up at him with such hopefulness in his eyes has him feeling soft, feeling like he should maybe rest his hand on your neck and tilt your face up to his—

“Where are your cigars?” you say suddenly. “Give me one.”

Taehyung blinks at you. “I don’t have them anymore, remember? I—”

“I can do you one better!” Jungkook says suddenly, busting up your little moment and coming, somewhat, to Taehyung’s rescue. He digs around in his pockets until he comes up with his cigarette pack. “All nicotine—just what the drunk girl ordered.”

“I’m not drunk,” you state, but the glazed look in your eyes is much too telling for the statement to be even close to the truth. “And I don’t want those.”

“Suit yourself, princess,” Jungkook says. “Yeonwoo wants to know what you did with your ID—said something about you flicking it at the bartender’s face when they said you looked a little young?”

“Fuck,” you mutter, looking panicked. “I’ll be right back.”

When you leave, Jungkook quickly snaps his fingers in front of Taehyung’s face in succession, his face grim. “Get that lovesick look off of your face, idiot.”

“I’m not—”

“Shut up, I saw you,” Jungkook says, poking a finger to Taehyung’s chest. “You’re crumbling, man. Come on—just make it like thirty more minutes until we get everyone home and then you can simp by yourself.”

Taehyung smacks Jungkook’s finger away from him. “Fuck you.”

“You don’t have to be there to clean her up anymore, dude,” Jungkook says, sighing. “That’s what Yeonwoo is for—let her friends be there for her so you don’t have to.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything and instead, checks the time on his watch. It’s nearing closing time for the bar, so he and Jungkook work to gather everyone up and head back to the parking deck. Surprisingly, it’s a lot harder to corral drunk girls than he remembers; if he or Jungkook takes his eyes off one of you for longer than a second you’ll disappear faster than Taehyung’s moral—a dumb joke that Jungkook whispers to him while walking that he does not find funny in the least bit.

“Wait, can we go to the river for just a second?” Hyejin says, turning around to face the boys with her hands clasped. “Please—then you can take us all home, I promise!”

Jungkook agrees grudgingly, and Taehyung is happy that he seems to have sobered up as quickly as he got drunk. Alcohol was a weird thing for this group—while you, one to normally hold all your liquor, were close to being blackout, Yeonwoo looked just slightly tipsy after drinking just as much, and Hyejin looked as though she could go for multiple more rounds.

When Taehyung’s feet hit the cobblestone portion of downtown—he realizes with panic what is happening.

Unbeknownst to them, Hyejin and Yeonwoo are leading the group to the exact same spot that he and you used as a getaway—it’s your favorite because you can see the boats coming in through the harbor, the lights of the bridge reflecting onto the murky water below and making its surface shimmer. He hopes with all his might that you are not thinking this as well—that your brain is too dizzy with alcohol to put two and two together.

The last time you two were here, Taehyung kissed you in public, not caring who saw. He wanted to stop the tears that were flowing from your eyes, wanted to stop the hurt and the pain that Hongbin was putting you through—except now, the irony was all your pain was stemming from himself.

No, not himself. From your actions that caused him to act the way he did. From your indecisiveness, from your selfishness, from your inability to choose what was good, better for you, even.

The group fans out amongst the dock, leaning on the railing and looking down at the fish in the water or out in the distance at the lights of downtown. Taehyung feels slightly uneasy watching you lean over, but it’s only for a moment before he realizes what you’re doing.

“Y/N,” he says, rushing towards you just as you expel all of what’s on your stomach into the oxford blue water below you.

“Aw, the fish!” Hyejin whines, and Jungkook cackles at her obliviousness of her friend getting sick beside her. “Y/N, what the fuck!”

Taehyung goes to put a hand on your back, to smooth your hair out of your face so you can finish, but he manages—unfortunately—to catch Jungkook’s stern gaze before he can do so. Jungkook gives him a curt shake of his head, followed by a pointed look at Yeonwoo.

Taehyung reluctantly steps back so she can replace him, giving the two of you some distance. He hates to see you like this—it was rare that this happened—but he hates even more that despite everything that was going on between you two, he still felt an extreme sense of responsibility and compassion to take care of you.

Taehyung’s phone buzzes in his pocket as a welcome distraction: a call from Yeseul that he answers without hesitation.

“Hey,” he says breathlessly, “what’s up?”

Because he is so busy on the phone with his girlfriend, what he doesn’t see is you cleaning yourself up without him, turning around to look at him laugh on the phone without so much as a backward glance your way. He doesn’t see the hurt on your face, the way your mouth trembles with reluctance to say something, anything that would bring his attention back to you.

He doesn’t see the way you put two and two together—not about the place you two were at, but at the thought that he took a phone call from Yeseul rather than tending to you, ultimately sealing the path that his heart was taking.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Yeonwoo asks. “Don’t cry.”

“I hate men,” you say, and your friends agree with you because they think this is about Hongbin, about something that happened before you all went out and was only coming to the surface now because you were wasted.

“Capricorn men? Or just men in general?” Jungkook questions before he can stop himself, and when your deathly gaze falls on him he wishes he’d just shut his mouth. “Uh, sorry.��

“Taehyung, can you help us get her to the car?” Hyejin calls out.

You snatch away from your friends, defiantly kicking off your shoes and picking them off the ground and into your arms as you stomp towards the parking deck.

“I don’t need his help,” you growl. “Fuck him.”

When Taehyung sees you walking away without the rest of the group, he quickly wraps up his phone call, jogging back over to assess the damage.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asks, looking at your squared, angry shoulders in the distance.

“I don’t know—she muttered something about hating Capricorns and stormed off,” Yeonwoo says, shrugging.

“Don’t worry about it, Taehyung,” Hyejin says, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just go get her—that’s not even the right parking deck she’s headed toward.”

Yeonwoo and Hyejin take off after you, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung standing on the dock.

“Why didn’t you just let me help her?” Taehyung asks exasperatedly. “It wouldn’t have made that much of a difference!”

“You’re not allowed to do anything for her until you sort out your shit,” Jungkook says, crossing his arms. “Otherwise, she’s going to feel like she won, Taehyung. And you’re going to be right back where you fucking started.”

Taehyung stays silent, his jaw squared in annoyance.

“She’s still with Hongbin, you know. Or did you forget that?”

“How could I forget?” Taehyung spits.

“Then don’t forget that until she leaves him, she can’t be with you, either.”

The sting that Taehyung feels from that truth hurts, but isn’t entirely unwelcome. He knew it, he just didn’t like admitting it to himself; he certainly couldn’t make you leave Hongbin, and no matter what he did over the past couple of years to prove that he could be good for you, you couldn’t withdraw from the sense of comfort that Hongbin had embedded.

Sure, Taehyung didn’t have the best job, he didn’t come from a rich family and he didn’t have extremely nice things or nice clothes. But did that really make Hongbin the better choice than him? Couldn’t you see that he could treat you just as good—better, even? What was he going to have to do to get you to trust him?

“She’s gotta make the decision for herself, man,” Jungkook says, almost as if reading his friend’s mind. “And you do, too. You haven’t been giving Yeseul one hundred percent of yourself, and you know it. What if you did and it turned out to be better than you could imagine?”

Taehyung shakes his head defiantly. “Let’s just go, man. I need to get home.”

Jungkook sighs, knowing that once again, he hasn’t won this battle with Taehyung. But he hangs it up for now, stuffing his hand in his pockets and pulling out his cigarette pack.

“I’ve smoked more because of your demons than I have over my own,” he admits, giving Taehyung a shitty grin. “Got anything to say to my lungs?”

Taehyung hates that Jungkook pulls a chuckle from him just after busting his balls about you, but it’s nice to balance the mood. There was one good thing about this friendship: Jungkook didn’t dwell.

“Good riddance,” Taehyung responds playfully, laughing just before dodging Jungkook’s swift kick to the back of his leg.

It wasn’t like Taehyung didn’t know he had some things to figure out—some things he’d made harder for himself now, considering the fact that he’d thrown himself into another relationship to avoid dealing with his emotions about you—it was just that he didn’t know where to start.

It would be easier to talk to you if things on your side were different. But how foolish would he look to confess his honest, true feelings to you knowing that you were still in a committed relationship with your boyfriend? And Taehyung didn’t want to convince you to leave Hongbin, he wanted you to decide it for yourself.

And then maybe, just maybe, make your way back to him.

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The Torture of Small Talk With Someone You Used to Love

(or T’es la Plus Belle Saison de Ma Vie)

I haven't written a poe x reader stand-alone in... Two years? Y'all be gentle with me.

I was singing "Fourth of July" by Fall Out Boy, then over the course of a shower I had completely composed this in my head, including all the dialogue. Stuff kept happening, so I didn't get to my phone until later, but by then, I had forgotten a whole bunch of the original dialogue. U_U

I kept true to my original inspiration, but it doesn't have the same flow as it did in my head under the spray, lol. I'm sorry it got so dialogue heavy. Poe and Reader just had so much to get off their chests!

You don't have to listen to the song, but it really sets the mood, and you can understand my inspiration.

Rated Older Teen for suggestive dialogue and some swearing. Content warning for references to past consensual sex between two minors (nothing explicit, just mentioning in case that squicks you!).

Around 2700 words. Drama, angst, romance, a tiny pinch of fluff. A whole assload of made up stuff that wasn't necessary for the story but created some atmosphere and legitimacy.

Set a few months after The Last Jedi during the Resistance's struggle to recover.

My A/N are almost as long as the actual story. I suck lol. Again, please be gentle; I'm so rusty. But please enjoy. I'm proud of this. I feel it's very romantic and engaging. I hope you agree. Thanks so much, guys! Love ya!

The skyrockets burst in colorful blossoms across the jet-black sky, hundreds of revelers dancing and singing below. They were celebrating the summer solstice on the planet you now found yourself on, the name of which you had already forgotten before you arrived; another stop on the endless quest for support as the Resistance dangled by a thread.

You and Poe Dameron, your partner on this mission - and four of the last six identical ones - were awaiting the arrival of your liason, someone close to the monarchy of... Here... who promised backchannel support of the struggling Resistance. The contact was delayed by a minor catastrophe regarding the celebration, so the two of you decided to rest for the evening and enjoy the view.

Sitting side by side on the soft, green grass on the side of a hill overlooking the reverie, you sat in silence, tuning in and out of the joyous cacophony as you watched the elaborate skyrocket display.

You felt the question before he asked it.

"Remember the summer festivals back home?" said Poe, softly breaking the silence, his voice wistful.

"Yep."

"Do you remember - "

"Every detail," you said, swallowing and solemnly fixing your eyes on him.

Bright colors illuminated the side of his face, sparkling in his eyes, softly reflecting on the curls that still shone; the last eight months had taken their toll on the once youthful face of the boy you grew up with.

He cracked a half-grin, his eyes, soft and warm, taking you in.

You knew what he was thinking. You were thinking about it too, but in a completely different way.

You blinked and those brown eyes, exactly as they are now, save for the weary lines at the corners, were those of your first love, your best friend growing up, a vibrant boy of sixteen, looking at you like you were a celestial being personified in a red-cheeked, loud-mouthed spitfire of fifteen, a completely different display of skyrockets sparkling in his eyes.

You felt the deep ache in your chest that you felt every time you remembered that period of your lives, particularly that one night. You felt the damp grass on your back, the tenderness and reverence in Poe's touch, the weight of his body, and that beautiful trembling fear of what you were doing among the ruins, at the edge of the jungle, in the dark.

You closed your eyes and turned away from him, unable to stand the pain and bitterness.

"It was something wonderful between us, wasn't it, baby?" Poe asked, the smile in his voice unmistakable.

You sighed. Even his pet name for you, given long before your romantic relationship, hurt to hear. You don't remember exactly what you were crying about, crouched in the sand behind the primary school, but you remember the sound of eight-year-old Poe's voice as he said, "Hey, little baby, why are you crying?" How someone could be both derisive and so concerned at the same time baffled you. But the nickname stuck for the next twenty-five or so years.

You couldn't help the bitterness in your voice when you said, "It wasn't just teenage love and lust between us then."

He looked at you quizzically, his brow furrowed.

"We had hope, youthful hubris, an ambitious naiveté that makes you think that you can do anything," you concluded, vaguely gesturing with your hand.

Poe was silent for a long moment, regarding your statement, your face, the painful tension in the air between you.

When he spoke, you weren't sure you had ever heard his voice so soft, so fearful. He swallowed.

"And now? What's between us now?"

The expanse of the entire galaxy, you wanted to say. Ten years of worry and resentment. Nostalgia for a moment in time that can never be replaced or recreated. A war.

But you knew that's not what he was asking. What still remained of what was once between you?

You took a moment to contemplate your answer. You wanted to be honest without hurting Poe. There really wasn't much left at all.

"Nothing that matters," you said, turning away from him. You couldn't help the spite in your tone as you added, "Not that it ever did."

You felt Poe's breathing still beside you for a long, agonizing beat. He rose wordlessly and shuffled down the hill in the dark, hands in his pockets.

You sighed, smacking your forehead in your palms. You got up, stretching your legs to regain circulation, and followed him.

"Poe," you called softly. "Poe, I'm sorry. I fucked up."

You found him in a low place between the hills, in a little copse of trees and taller grass. The skyrocket display was still visible, but the sounds of the celebration were muffled by the hillside.

Poe's back was to you, one hand in his jacket pocket, one pressed to his face.

"I shouldn't have said that," you said, dropping your arms to your sides, audibly so that Poe could hear your gesture.

He raked his fingers roughly through his hair, mussing the almost-coifed curls more into their natural shape, as he turned to face you. You weren't prepared for how sad he looked.

"Say it again," said Poe, taking a challenging step towards where you stood a bit above him on the hillside. "Say we never mattered."

"I didn't mean it like that," you groaned.

"Then how - " he started, his voice cracking ever so slightly, " - how did you mean it?"

The Poe a few steps below you was so different from the one you sat beside not ten minutes before. The bright colors in the sky only served to contrast his bleak affect. There was his age. There was the war-weary soldier. He looked like you had felt for the last year.

"It doesn't matter because..." you began, trailing off. "Nothing matters anymore. It's only this mission, and then the next, then the next."

"What do you mean?" asked Poe, confusion blending into the pain on his face.

You swallowed, wondering when it got so stuffy out here.

"It doesn't matter if I love you or hate you, if we're friends or anything else. It doesn't matter how abandoned I still feel. Because there is no 'us' as lovers. The only 'us' is the Resistance. And we can only keep fighting until we're worn down to nothing. There's nothing else."

All the other mixed emotions melted from Poe's face as he shifted his weight around, slowly replaced with understanding. He let out a quiet, mirthless laugh.

"You really have lost all hope, huh?" he finally said, looking up at you.

"It's exhausting. Constant planet skipping, begging for help. The First Order's brutality and resilience. Leia's health. The losses, Poe!"

"Don't think for a second that I don't feel those losses!" he said, probably sharper than he meant to, raising his hand to point at you.

"You feel them more than most of us, Poe," you sighed. "That's my point. There's nothing left for us but more and more loss."

You hoped he couldn't hear the tears threatening to break through.

Poe forced an unconvincing smile.

"Leia says - "

"I don't give a damn about the sun, Poe!" you yelled, mentally recoiling at the thought of the saccharine metaphor you knew was on the tip of his tongue. "Don't you feed me that line, not after what Holdo did to us, how she died. Don't you dare say it!"

"We've already made it through the night, though, baby," said Poe softly, taking a cautious step towards you. "Crait was midnight. The sun is on the horizon now, don't you see?"

You shook your head. "All I see now is darkness."

"Even when you look at me?"

You could only shrug at that. There weren't enough data cards in the galaxy to list what you saw in him.

Poe scoffed.

"No hope, huh? So when Rey's face appeared through those rocks, saving us from certain death, you didn't feel hope burning like the sun?" he asked, miming the rocks moving. "When those rocks parted, I wanted to run over, grab her, and kiss her. I was so grateful."

"Finn did it for you," you said, managing a small smile.

"Yeah," said Poe. "His gratitude was more for her safety than for the salvation of the Resistance. But I don't hold that against him. It's always been about Rey for Finn. You get that, right?"

Tiny sparkles of pink and green appeared between you and the trees, and you realized that Poe was staring at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Yeah, I guess," you finally said, shrugging.

"And you can't see why I had to join the navy?" he said, holding one hand up, indicating a point you couldn't see.

"Because you're good and will always fight for the light," you said simply.

"You're as dumb now as you were back then, baby. That's always a huge part of it, fighting for the light. But making the galaxy a safe, beautiful place for you was always in the front of my mind. When I saw what the First Order was doing, I was furious. Furious at their cruelty, for their principles, for endangering the life I had planned for us," said Poe, forcefully.

"Us?" you repeated, confused.

"I had to go with Leia to make sure that there would be an end, a peace for us to live," he said, moving closer to you. "For things to go back to the way they were."

"I... I didn't..." you mumbled, shaking your head.

"So three years of promising you everything? Talking about where we would live, how many kids we'd have, what we wanted to spend the rest of our lives doing? That's just...?" said Poe, trailing off as he gestured vaguely.

You regained your composure, and your bitterness. Your hands found your hips.

"I let that all fade with my juvenile concept of love. I knew we'd never be together again. I often wondered if I would ever even see you again," you snapped. "When you joined the navy, I saw that as the end of us."

Poe sighed, hanging his head, his fingers moving to his brow.

"I didn't realize you felt that way, baby," he whispered.

"Yeah? Well, when was the last time we even talked to one another?" you said, trying not to shout.

"We talk all the time," said Poe, defensively.

"Not about personal stuff. We talk about missions and plans and people and ships and Leia. When was the last time we talked?" you repeated.

Poe sighed again.

"We caught up when we joined the Resistance, but before that... My graduation?" he admitted tentatively.

You nodded, feeling the tears prick your eyes now.

"You tried to keep me up to date with your life in the navy," you said shakily. "But by the second year, the messages stopped coming and I saw that as a message itself. You'd moved on with your life."

"Aw, baby," said Poe, his body language betraying his guilt. "I'm so sorry. I have no excuse for letting you slip away like that, but I swear on all the stars in the sky I never stopped thinking about you, living for you, loving you!"

"I had no idea what you were doing or where you were when I decided to join the Resistance," you said. You laughed softly and said, "I knew it was what you would do in my place."

Poe shared your little laugh, waiting for you to finish.

You sniffled and continued, "When I stepped off that lander and found you had arrived the day before..."

"I knew it was destiny," said Poe, quickly, perhaps a little too emphatically.

You rolled your eyes, but he continued, "I believed that the Force had brought you back to me so we could fight this fight together."

You frowned and looked away for a moment.

"I had no idea how you felt, how you'd been feeling since I left. If I'd had an inkling, baby, I would have had you come live at the barracks with me," said Poe, looking expectantly up at you.

"Smartass," you grumbled. "Only spouses can li..."

Poe smiled. You furrowed your brow and studied his face.

"I had planned on waiting 'til I had made upper officer and could afford to support us both, but if it would have kept us together, I would have happily married you then," he said, smiling wistfully.

"I've been hurting a long time, Poe," you said, unable to think of any more advanced arguments.

"I know, baby," he said, only a foot between you now. "And I'm so, so sorry. All I'm asking is if there's anything left between us but resentment and hurt."

You hid your face in your hands as a decade of tears caught up with you. Poe took you in his arms without hesitation as you gave in to sobs. When you said something through the wet and his shirt, he pulled you back a bit.

"What was that, baby?"

You sniffled and said, between two big sobs, "I never stopped loving you."

Poe smiled affectionately as he said, "I never doubted it. But I needed to hear it. I love you like a dumb farm kid loves the prettiest girl in school."

"Who the fuck is sh-she?" you sobbed.

Poe barked out a laugh that shook you, squeezing you tightly to his chest. You hid your face so he wouldn't see you grinning through your tears.

"All I need is half a chance to ace a mission," he said, rubbing lazy circles across your back. "Tell me I got something."

"It's more than a chance," you sniffled, resting your chin on his shoulder, holding him as tight now as he did you. "But it won't be easy."

"Nothing worth doing is," said Poe, holding you out to look you over. "And have I ever done anything easy?"

You were unable to prevent the vulgar snort that escaped when you said, "Me!"

Poe spun you around joyfully as your laughter reverberated around the valley, bouncing around the echoes of the skyrockets.

"I said nothing worth doing is easy, baby," he said, squeezing you so tight you thought you would pass out.

For just a moment, you were teenagers again, filled with hope, bursting with love like the lights in the sky.

You watched the lights in Poe's eyes a long time before noticing he kept looking at your mouth.

"Are you for real, right now?" you asked dryly.

His voice was solemn though when he said, "I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't."

You didn't have a quip to counter that. You were dumbstruck by the tender look on his face. You smiled softly and leaned in, brushing your nose against the side of his.

Poe closed his eyes and smiled for a moment before pressing his mouth to yours. Firmly at first, in his enthusiasm, then softly as he relearned your shape and feel and taste.

You had forgotten how soft and beautiful a kiss was when backed by such powerful affection. It was dizzying. You grew unsteady on your feet, but Poe held you tightly, tipping you back like in the dramas.

You looked up and saw the last skyrocket burst behind his head, marking the end of the celebration with a giant blossom of gold sparks. The night was suddenly quiet and dark.

You found yourself laying in the grass, Poe holding you against him, kissing you deeply.

You held his face in your hands and said, "It won't be like the first time."

"Why?" he asked, suddenly solemn.

"Skyrocket show is over," you said, grinning and nodding towards the empty sky.

Poe's face went from surprise to annoyance to pure seduction in the span of three seconds.

"We can make our own," he purred, tickling your sides until you squealed.

The only sound in the night was your giddy laughter as you rolled around in the grass, kissing and teasing each other to the point of whimsy.

Maybe you weren't kids carving your initials in a blackbark tree at the edge of the Damerons' koyo field. You would never be that way again. But maybe what you were making now was more important, more enduring: a bond built on trust, love, experience, honesty. Indelibly etching your names on the new galaxy you would rebuild together. It wouldn't be easy by any means. But if Poe refused to give up on you, you'd be damned if you gave up on him.

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King Kuroo and the Red Knight (8)

Summary:

A Camelot AU where King Arthur is Kuroo Tetsuro, and the Knights of the Roundtable of characters from seasons 1-4 of the HQ anime. Eventual Kuroo X Reader.

Themes:

Action/fighting/killing, dead bodies, Fluff, Angst, Humor, Eventual Romance

Warnings:

Mentions of stalking and abuse of power, Language, Angst in feelings, Gore and fighting, mention of explosion, mention of seeing dead bodies

Word Count:

For Chapter: ~2700words

Questions/Comments/Concerns/Ideas welcome as always.

So let me just say, I am an actual idiot. Like, not only are the twins not third years, but neither are 3 of my favorites to write for in this story. Like Futa, Teru and Aone are all actually second years as well as the twins! And, this, this was facts that I knew! How ridiculous is that, huh? I just deemed 5 second years third years in my mind in order to include them. Oh well though hahah.

I'm not changing the characters. I just changed the descriptions hahah.

Anywho, Hope you all liked the random/differentness that was this chapter.

Let me know your thoughts and such, i love getting comments on this and have been trying pretty hard to respond every time (whether on AO3 or tumblr).

Enjoy!

–Admin Red

Chapter 8: Enemy Meeting

Daishou stepped away from the slain body, a smile on his features as he moved towards the main hall of the castle, to await meeting with the King and others.

He’d passed a few windows overlooking the front square and did a double take at the amount of bodies littered on Camelot’s grounds.

‘This can’t be!’ His thoughts shouted at him. Looking over the fallen he counted less than twenty palace guards. Not a single knight of Camelot, nor the Red Knight or their squire. ‘What happened? We had surprise on our side! How did none of them die?!’

Daishou, in his anger, flared his hands and mini explosions were heard as his power crashed into the sides of the wall near them. He took a few breaths to calm himself before moving on, readying his mind to take the idiotic King’s prideful boasting and his knights’ encouraging about the oh-so-great power of Camelot. Gagging a bit, he made to the room he’d intended to reach from the get go.

Not seeing any sign of his actual enemies having failed in their defenses on his trek to the center of the castle made the Lord’s mood sour further, but when he entered the War Hall to see it empty he’d regained some confidence. “Mayhaps the idiots needed help in the South. Hopefully a few were cut down.”

Hearing some scuffle, Daishou stopped speaking to himself and cursed a spell on the door to see who passed, listening in on the conversation held by the approaching group.

“I will be telling our King about your recklessness, let him deal with your stupidity.” The silver haired guest said, anger clear on his face as he walked in front of the Red Knight. “That was actually the worst decision you could have possibly had. Jumping into the middle of the fray from a hole in the third story. Are you that much of an idiot? That eager to fight? Idiot. Absolute imbecile and the undisputed champion of stupid decision making. You will not receive breakfast tomorrow either. Take that as a punishment. See if I leave you any chocolates in your baggage either.”

Daishou watched as the Knight was clearly displeased with the stolen sweet comment the most as he reached out and stopped his companion directly in front of the mirrored door the Lord had generated.

The squire turned once he was brought to a halt. “Fine, I won’t take your stupid chocolates. But I will come up with two additional punishments to your not getting breakfast.”

Nodding in acceptance, the Red Knight motioned for his squire to continue moving.

“Actually, I have a question.” The King’s servant faced the pair, letting Daishou continue his eavesdropping as none moved from his portal view. Futakuchi faced the pair, “You agreed to participate in the festival the King proposed as a make-shift apology. But didn’t speak to your squire before accepting to be fighters. Which really does make it seem like you may just be impatient to fight, but here is my question. And, I hope you take no offense to it. But, is it really enough that he put on a tournament to appease the grievances done against you?”

Though he only had a slight understanding of what the servant referred to, Daishou was honestly awaiting an answer as well. If the actions towards the pair were so unjust that they’d considered leaving their mission unfinished, why could something so simple turn the tide.

The squire looked to his Knight before facing the servant once more, apparently answering for the pair. “Though this is the first I’ve heard of it, I can tell you now that Yomimasu’s intentions are not about the fighting aspect. Though I guess I am the one who just said they were eager to fight…” He seemed to think a moment before continuing, “After we left the dinning hall and returned to our current rooms, we discussed things. And, we came to the decision that you all had just as much a point in being upset with us as we’d gotten with you. We are guests of Camelot, despite any pretense of our mission or who we are in the Red Knight Order, that is who we are here. Guests. And, upon our arrival we gave demands with hardly any explanation. Then continued to demand privacy for our belongings. Having wanted to keep a secret the lineage amongst us. Since we were as much to blame about a bad start, the two of us determined the best course of action was to make amends first thing in the morning. Neither of us expected tonight’s outcome. And if given the chance to rectify our initial opinions of one another so soon, I can see why the Red Knight would agree without consulting me.”

Apparently Futakuchi accepted the explanation, because Daishou watched the three leave his field of vision and no longer heard their conversations.

He cursed that the pair obviously helped in the fight, and cursed further that someone had fired a shot warning those inside to the attack earlier than had they just stormed the castle as directed.

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“Kuroo, please excuse my sudden shift in decision, but I’ve just been called by another Lord to assist with a problem down south. My journey will not permit me to be here for your tournament.” Daishou commented to his half-brother amidst the celebratory drinks the Knights of Camelot were having in the War Hall.

The King just smiled at the Lord, “Of course! Do you need anyone to assist in your journey, brother?”

Smiling over a thinly veiled scowl, Daishou shook his head, “Thank you for the offer, your Highness. But recusing myself from the tournament could already be a slight towards your guests, and I’d hate to make it worse by taking some of your best and most entertaining knights.” The pair of men laughed at the joke before the Lord continued his practiced lie, “Besides, Camelot is just coming off of a strong win in defending her walls. Let the men enjoy themselves.”

“Your concern for their happiness is well noted, and much appreciated, Daishou. I’m just sorry I didn’t think to send someone to you in the heat of the battle. I never thought they’d stray to your part of the castle.” Kuroo seemed to be thoroughly apologetic, but he quickly resumed grinning and held his goblet up to stand for a toast, “Men! Let us cheer! To the power of Camelot’s forces, to your power, and to the prosperity of a great tournament to come!”

“Yes!”

“CHEERS!”

“To Camelot!”

“To victory!”

“To the fight!”

“To the King!”

Different shouts were heard across the room. But once someone shouted to the king, the rest followed. Until Daishou whispered under his breath, in a way only he could hear himself amongst all the joyous rokous, “Yes, to the true King of Camelot.”

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Days later, Daishou was facing the ruins of a century old castle atop his perfect steed.

The horse whinnied at the overwhelming dark presence before it and reared as he took a few paces back. Obviously fearful of the unseen energy before him.

Dismounting and tying his steed to a post, Daishou made his own way into the castle’s grounds.

“You’re late.” A voice called to him from the shadows of the interior square.

Facing the caller before responding, Daishou smiled, “Yes, well. You couldn’t very well expect me to lead the men the King had following me here, could you?”

“Does the idiot King actually have a brain cell to distrust you?” The man commented back, sticking to the shadows until hearing a preferred answer.

Camelot’s Lord laughed out towards the sky, “Never, he wanted me to have extra protection as I have gone to help our ally.”

“He really is the stupidest King to take Camelot’s throne,” The male voiced as he finally stepped into the light shining into the square. “I take it you bring news too delicate to message?”

Nodding, the Lord motioned for his companion to lead them somewhere they could sit comfortably while they spoke.

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“Daishou, I thought only one Red Knight and a squire came to Camelot?” The light-brown-haired male questioned, “And, you said Ushijima and Asahi, two of Camelot’s strongest, were not there. We held the element of surprise, and yet only twenty men made it back to the strong hold. Twenty, out of eight-hundred. What the hell happened?”

Daishou winced at the tone he was being addressed with, but recovered quickly as he’d expected the reaction, “One of the men ruined the art of surprise by blowing a hole in the castle wall directly in view of the square where the main forces were targeting. I imagine only three-hundred ever made it inside the castle from that poor decision. And the knights had been spread out, the fight became child’s play to them.” He scowled as he recalled the bodies littered in the front of Camelot’s main gate and thought of the guests who fought in Camelot’s defense even after being scorned by the so-called-King. “The Red Knight and his man were the most bothersome though. Killing nearly a third of forces between just them two. How is that possible? You didn’t tell me they’d be that strong.”

The partner’s eyes blew back in surprise, hearing how many men fell to the hands of his old home’s people, getting a strange look on his face after he thought for a moment. “What can you tell me of the Red Knight? Or rather, his squire since I assume he hasn’t revealed much of anything of himself yet.”

“May I, Oikawa?” The Lord questioned, hand already reaching for the head of the person sitting next to him.

Nodding his allowance, the male kept his head stationary, as to accept the visual memories of his companion.

Daishou whispered a phrase beneath his breath and Oikawa’s head shot back as visions filled his mind of just who had attended Camelot as a squire to the Red Knight in visiting Camelot.

When the pair separated, both had heaving chests, as they were trying to regulate their breathing after an intense trade of magic.

“No, it couldn’t have been…” Oikawa whispered to himself.

“You know him?” Daishou questioned as he scooted further in his seat away from his supposed companion.

Oikawa shook his head, “I knew him when I lived with the Order. But he’d never left his cousin’s side. I can’t imagine who'd he follow out to Camelot. And to have him, one of the smartest Knights in the Order regulated to nothing but a squire, must mean this Red Knight is in a class of their own. I can’t imagine who it would be though.” The circling thoughts seemed to attack Oikawa’s mind as his eyes moved from side to side in his confusion, his voice dissipated into nothing as he spoke in circles, and he fell deaf to Daishou’s calls.

Before he let the confusion last too long, Daishou leaned in and captured Oikawa’s lips with his own, kissing the man back to his own self. When the Lord felt the kiss being returned with twice as much force, he pulled away. “I don’t mind, whatever the issue. Just let me in on it so I can help. We want the same thing. You to be knighted in Camelot, and I to sit upon the throne. These things will only come to pass if you let me in though.”

“Yes, you are correct.” Oikawa recognized before sighing deeply and explaining to the best of his ability. “Before I was exiled from the Order, that man, the squire, his name is Sugawara. He was on a fast track to become the youngest Red Knight since the King’s grandfather. Everyone praised his intelligence, ability to stay calm, and to keep others refreshed in the heat of battle. But, his downfall is that he wouldn’t leave his cousin’s side. She was the Princess, and for a time we were all close. But, when my mother tried to assassinate the King, and she just happened to get hurt playing with me the next day, the King took it to mean I was trying to kill her. She didn’t believe that was the case and convinced her father to exile me instead of killing me, but in my rage I attacked Sugawara. I left with everyone believing I was a traitor. But no one held more control over Sugawara than the Princess. And her father was adamant she’d never be a Red Knight. I recall that in journeys, the one presented as the Red Knight is supposed to be the strongest, while the one presented as the squire is still technically a Red Knight, just not as strong. With all their rules about not talking and such, it makes sense to have someone free to discuss openly with others. If Sugawara is demoted to squire for this journey, I have no clue who could be marked as the Red Knight. Had I known it was Sugawara fighting, I would have drastically changed things, maybe as far as recalling the attack order.”

Daishou had to take a few moments to process everything he’d just heard. He’d try to start a comment back multiple times, but every one of them failed as the words got caught in his throat or his mind wandered to trying to prioritize a different idea. It was a full five minutes until he’d responded coherently.

“So, these Knights could prove to be worse adversaries than anyone in Camelot?” He asked tentatively.

“Yes.” Oikawa responded matter-of-factly.

Daishou shook his head, and stood to pace a bit, “If Camelot ends up reconnecting with them, and gets the Order on his side, things would be even harder, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes,” Oikawa repeated in the exact same manner.

“Then we have no choice,” Daishou turned to face the sitting male, “We must rebuild our forces, and come up with a plan that will utterly destroy each the Red Knight, his squire, and Camelot’s Knights before the King gets his wish of reuniting with the order.”

Looking up at the smiling face of his companion, Oikawa thought he saw the outline of a horned serpent. The evil thoughts protruding from his mind clear for anyone to see, just as his own once were.

“Agreed, but for now, we should take the time provided to us by your deceit to Kuroo. How long can you stay this time?”

“Perhaps a week.” Daishou answered off handedly, already thinking through different attack strategies. “Do you think we could call upon the Sphinx? He owes us for getting his stupidly simple riddle correct last time. Mayhaps he would devour the idiots of Camelot for us.”

Oikawa shook his head before he went to the side of his companion, wrapped his arms around the dark-haired male’s waist and whispered in his ear, “Mayhaps, it is time to retire this line of thought for another day and to go relax and...catch up.”

Daishou half turned to face the smiling light-haired man leaning against his backside. He grinned back, “Agreed, we can discuss Camelot’s and Kuroo’s downfall tomorrow.”

The pair entered the passages leading inside the castle’s ruins, neither male regarding the rolling dark clouds approaching their hideout as they ignored the outside world for a few hours.

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“Oikawa,” Daishou called his retreating partner from atop his steed, “You harbor no feelings towards the members of the Order, correct? Because if you do, all of this is for naught. Tell me now, was all this for nothing?”

The light-haired brunette thought of his old home, everyone he knew as a young boy, and how his life progressed since being exiled. “The only person I would ever listen to from the Order would never leave. There is no doubt in my mind, when we strike Camelot next time, they won’t stand in our way. You will be King, Daishou.”

“And you, a proper knight. Until we meet again, Oikawa.” The Lord responded before kicking his horse in high gear and dashing deep into the forest, returning at once to Camelot after more than a week gone.

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