#I can write something purely fluffy for once. as a Punishment.

[cryinginmyroomsposts]

Homecoming

Yoongi x fem!Reader

A/n: Tried writing something for the first time based on this prompt. Let me know your opinions.

Warnings: Angst, non-idol au, first love, second chance trope, fluffy ending, mentions of sex, no smut

Word count: 1.5k

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The cold winter air cuts through my thoughts like a newly sharpened knife and it takes everything in me to not turn back and run to... where do I run back? I just walked away from the only home I've ever known, only to realise it was all in my head.

I walk along the brightly lit festival-ready Manhattan streets. Fairy lights turn into hazy lines across my eyes as I feel the sting from the tears forming at the back of my eyes. I will not cry, not about this... not about him. Funny how life comes full circle, almost an entire decade ago I walked back from school refusing to shed a tear about the boy who shredded my heart into a million pieces and here I am, all the way across the world and a decade's worth of pain to my name, still walking back to an empty house with tears threatening to fall... all because of him, again.

Exhaling a deep breath, as if to tell myself I have breathed out the pain, I walk with more speed. Fumbling with the keys at the door to the house I refuse to call home. My legs give out the second the door locks behind me as I drop to the floor by the foyer, head on my knees, too many thoughts and emotions floating around.

After what feels like a lifetime of staying in that state I hear the door's locks turn around, and my head drops even further into my knees as I already know who is on the other side. I stay there, crouched down with my head bent, clenching my fists, as I hear the soft thuds of his footsteps. I stay still as I feel him crouch down next to me, knees lightly brushing each other.

"Just please talk to me...please" I hear his voice cracking and once again it feels like I'm being punished for giving my heart to him.

"What do you want me to say" It comes out more bitter than my heart intended and I can feel him flinch at my tone. Do not look at him, it will make things worse. "I don't know what I did wrong... I am trying to understand but I don't know and now-" he exhales a shaky breath, out of the corner of my eyes I see him rub his palms on his knees. "Now I feel like I'm losing you." My heart gives out for a second and I look up to see his tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, his long black hair falling on his face, he looks wan and sweating in the middle of December.

"You're not losing me, I was never yours to be lost." My voice sounds alien to me as the words come out. The look on his face, as he takes my words in, feels like a dozen swords were stabbed right through me repeatedly. He looks distraught, scared and everything I am sure is mirrored in my own face.

"What do you mean by that, of course, you are mine. You are the only thing that's ever been mine" He pleads, tears rolling down his eyes as he reaches to hold my hands.

I move slightly away, "Please... You couldn't even tell our friends we are together. But then what are we really? We met two years back after all those years, started 'afresh' and ended up best friends who accidentally slept together once... that's all right. It was purely physical... at least admit that dammit!" I know I am being brutal, but I cannot be the one falling alone anymore. He is at a loss for words and I continue with a bitter laugh, "I've been asking for your acknowledgement since we were sixteen. Last time you let me go so fast... for what? because you wanted to look 'cool'. You came back and said you wanted to be friends... that night, you made out with me and told me we'd be fine no matter what. You promised not to hurt me again... but you never told me what we are. And then we slept together and you disappeared on me for two whole weeks... do you have any idea how fucked up that is. I don't think you even thought about it. You always escape when this arrangement became slightly complicated for you because I acknowledged my feelings and you couldn't deal with that. Actually, I was so sure you'll go running away the first chance you get... I kept myself in check this whole time just to not scare you away, but when it came out in a moment of passion you left me... without a single fucking word- only to return two weeks later for the school reunion. You were so fucking busy you couldn't even call me but today I find out you helped plan a part of that shindig... the cherry on the cake was when you pretended as if we haven't practically been living together for a whole year and you just screwed me and ran away... but of course, other people always mattered more to you right- back at highschool and now...."

By now the traitorous tears are streaming so fast down my cheeks, burning my face up. I don't even have the energy to reach and wipe them away. He puts his head down in defeat, and I see more tears fall down his cheeks too. He slowly wipes them away

"I know I messed up... I'm sorry" he sounds so little I almost miss it. I cannot get in myself to accept the apology but I hold myself back because I'm done explaining myself, it is high time he does it. Taking my silence as approval, he continues "You are right you know... about me being a coward who can't accept what this is." He lets a bitter deep chuckle, his face reeking hatred for himself.

"This is so messed up because I finally found the answer..." He looks at me eyes full of hope, a bitter smile still spread along his lips and my stomach flips on itself at the first ray of hope. I need to remind myself that the answer could be the end of us too. I just gulp down the bile rising to my mouth and look at him, this time he reaches to hold my hands in his and I let him- too tired for this fight.

"I ran away the other night, I got scared... scared that I messed up the only thing that was going right in my life. I wanted to do everything right this time around. You have no clue how much I hated myself for letting you go the last time around, high school was messed up." I let out a sarcastic chuckle, my heart still beating in my ears and my stomach tumbling with anxiety. He holds my fingers delicately as if it will break if he holds on tighter.

"I actually went home the next day-" my eyebrows shoot up at the new information, "- I was there last week, to talk to my parents. That night when we... after you went to sleep, I got a call from my mom saying she wants me to get settled- in a typical arranged marriage, she was being serious enough that she had already set up a blind date with someone she knew. I freaked out... and went to have a talk with my parents."

"That still doesn't explain the radio silence I received..." I am ashamed at how little my own voice sounds, there's so much new information spinning in my head and the anxiety keeps getting worse by the minute. "Yeah that was stupid on my part, I was very confused. I left and got on the first plane home, all through the plane I wasn't even sure what I was going home to do. I spent the entire 14-hour flight trying to understand everything and it clicked only as I reached home... I don't want anyone else but you. I realised I went there in that hurry only to convince my parents about you.."

He finally releases a breath after saying all that in go, my head is still spinning but I look at him with wide eyes, more tears threatening to fall down- this time with a glimmer of happiness. I was still unsure of how this will end and I hear myself say, "Andd..?"

He holds my hands tighter, clearing his throat before continuing, "And they eventually agreed. After 3 very hard and long sleepless days. I did not want to text you until I knew what I was doing for sure. When I did try to text you the day I was leaving to come back home... you had apparently blocked me.." It's my turn to look guilty, as my stomach does happy flips and I feel my heartbeat everywhere.

"I don't really blame you, from your point of view it made sense. When I couldn't reach you even after coming back, I helped plan the reunion in hopes you will be there. I hope that I can talk to you... make you mine officially..." At this point, I am sure my heart has given out, and it is getting harder to hide the smile creeping up my face, so I bite down hard on my lower lips. Involuntarily my fingers wrap around his, holding on for dear life.

"What are you trying to say... I'm tired of all this back and forth" I say, my nerves reaching new levels of high and hopes high up to the sky.

He moves close enough that there is only an inch between our faces and I try to protest but it gets lost in my nerves when he uses one of his hands to pull me on his waist and I see how sincere and scared his eyes look. I lower my face unable to manage all the emotions raising up my gut and he uses his other hand to make me face him again.

"I am sorry for being a dick, now and then. But this time... I am not letting you go. I waited 8 years in agony to meet you again, and another year having you so close to me yet out of reach. So... this is me saying I love you, with all my heart and soul. This is it for me... you're it. I love you and I'm never letting you go again."

By now my face is entirely wet and I'm sobbing loudly as he reaches to wipe my tears away with his thumbs. I just lay my head on his shoulder and cry for what feels like a good half an hour. He keeps patting my head and lets me cry. Eventually, I gather myself and wipe my tears and look at him, he smiles at me earnestly.

"Well... are you going to say it back or ?" He asks and although his lips are in a smirk I can see the fear behind his eyes. I smile myself and reach to hold his face in my hands before leaning in and closing the distance between us.

We've shared a couple of kisses before- some passionate, mostly hesitant; but this time it is reassuring. This is the kiss of love, of comfort and it is the kind of kiss that feels like home.

"You really are not gonna say the words anytime soon are you?" he asks in between the kisses. I look at him in thought for a minute before shaking my head in negative defiantly.

"You are going to have to work hard for it lover boy."

[usurpyr-a]

[ taste ] for (Mikasa) to cook for (Eren) :''^)

                             “... Huh ? What’s all this for ?”

THERE’S NO special occasion he can convince himself of: no significant date he recognizes as belonging to an important anniversary / a holiday / a reason why that would offer up a substantial enough explanation to excuse his rampant paranoia. Not that he distrusts Mikasa, necessarily, not in the way of cooking - she carries a familiarity with her into the kitchen that is indicative of a quiet childhood spent at her mother’s elbow, watching her work ( the both of them ). A far cry from the days of his careless youth, when the retort to his own mother’s asking for assistance in preparing dinner had been something along the lines of “but that’s a girl’s job” - to which he had been promptly hauled up by the ear and made out to be an unwilling accomplice, every night, for a whole month, until he knew his way around the knife and ladle. Unaware, the whole while, that even his vehement railing against the unjust ‘punishment’ he had received was all just a part of her grand design - a patient waiting game / a guiding hand: what do you want to have tonight, Eren ? How about I teach you to dice potatoes, hm ? Or maybe we could make something sweet, what do you think ? Some apple tarts, how does that sound ? Can you do it on your own this time ? Can you show me how you made it ? How does it taste ? What did you learn ? Wasn’t that fun ? I’m so proud of you, you know.

No, he doesn’t distrust Mikasa as a chef. The problem is that he trusts her almost a little too much - the smell of that vegetable stew she had just placed in front of him is uncannily nostalgic, after all. Bordering even on the absurd. He nearly convinces himself of some kind of witchcraft, a trick of the senses / memory betraying him for an idolized ideal, that’s all, that’s all. But. He finds himself picking up the spoon regardless. He falls all-too-easily back into that old habit of not asking too many questions, at least when food is involved. Fresh food, at that - more than a starving little orphan on the street could ever hope for in the depths of a recession. He’ll just have to accept the reality that this is, apparently, another one of Mikasa’s spontaneous ‘good deeds’, which have been becoming more frequent as of lately ... Restlessness, perhaps ? He has always known Mikasa to be a very, ah, active spirit. Nevermind that most of these ‘random’ acts of kindness have been dedicated specifically to him, it seems - just another facet of her coddling, overbearing, protective mother-hen nature. Though he has not quite yet reached his threshold for refusing her at every turn ( so he will forgive her this once ).

Eren takes a tentative sip of broth - she’d had the courtesy to wait for it to cool a touch before serving, knowing full-well he’d scarf down any meal too-quick to register his tastebuds melting until he was already more than halfway through. He hums, feeling a stubborn knot in his sternum finally relax under the torrent of warmth flooding through him. This is ... exactly like Mom used to make. I didn’t think such a thing was possible, after all this time ... had Mikasa really been paying that much attention ? It’s a ... not an unwelcome feeling, but ... For whatever reason, he’s reluctant to admit how much this has moved him / shifted something inside, as though a burden has finally been unshackled, the skin raw from where it had chafed against guilt. He can’t recall the last time he ever felt such a way. And Mikasa was able to do it, with a simple soup from when we were kids ...

“It’s ... good,” he finally manages, swallowing heavily. Suddenly, the idea strikes him: possibly ill-conceived, but the words are already tumbling out of his careless lips, too late to take back. “Hey,” he continues, looking evenly at her, “you should have some, too. Doesn’t feel right, me having all this for myself when you’re the one that worked so hard to make in the first place.”

Except. He already knows her answer, sees it in the nervous wrinkle of her nose: I’m alright / I made it for you / just enjoy it, okay ? He tries not to let his annoyance show, convinces himself of his maturity, the years spanning between the here-and-now. But something is inexplicably pulling him back into his past ... not that he is resisting it. And this is not a childhood of bitter arguments and scraped knees, utensils tied haphazardly to the ends of broomsticks, the ground trembling underfoot / eyes transfixed on the haunting image of some cherished someone’s last moments in the hand of a giant marauder-- This is warm summer days and carefree laughter echoing through the streets, a parent’s unconditional affection, pillowcases suspended from a clothesline / their billowing reminiscent of far-off ocean waves. These memories are cherished, yes, but have wasted away in his mind’s eye / been buried like so much else under the rubble of his old life, the life that could have ( should have ) been. How can he be sure he is remembering correctly ? How can he be sure he is recalling the correct taste, the correct atmosphere ? When he’d last thought of his mother, was she different than as he thinks of her now ? How many of her wrinkles has he smoothed over in his imagination ? How many of his angry, hurtful words has he since swept from her brow, in an effort to preserve her forever as the saint-savior-martyr of his youth ? All along, has he been the one robbing himself of resolution ?

... He’s never been good at it, talking to Mikasa. He’s never been any good at talking in general, forever to be known as the bull-headed boy that goes about spouting whatever inane nonsense that jumps to the tip of his tongue. He’s reserved himself, recently, to speaking only in whispers / small sentences / clipped tones. Perhaps that is the greatest deception he’s ever committed himself to: a manic desire to be at once suddenly unapproachable. But especially in the earliest of hours, like today’s, his guard slackens / slips off like an ill-fitting coat, too large for his slim shoulders. He’s never been good at pretending, either, but that hardly matters when any mood he adopts nowadays never seems to be able to find its purchase against the smooth rock wall of indifference that stands ( ever-present ) between them. As though he can do no wrong - as though he hasn’t been trying.

Eren abruptly clears his throat before discreetly glancing at Mikasa from behind the thick curtain of hair falling over his face. It’s getting long. He should really cut it soon. But, ah ...

“... You’ve been eating,” he states, less like a question and more like an accusation, “-right ? I was just remembering .. when you first came to live with me and my family. You didn’t eat anything for days - Mom thought you were ‘gonna starve yourself.” It’s a cheap, underhanded tactic, but it works - is likely to work, anyways. Eren leans back in his seat, turning over a chunk of potato in his dish. He relaxes his words, feigning nonchalance / his levity tentatively genuine. “First thing we got you to choke down was some soup, just like this ... but, heh, you only agreed to because I said I wasn’t going to eat anything so long as you weren’t.” A strange twitch of his upper lip warns of a smile threatening a larger grin / something showing teeth. “I was real serious about it, too,” he adds. “Thought I could go weeks without food if I had to. If it’d make sure you came around, eventually.”

Maybe it’s selfish of him, to weaponize those particular memories against her / in an contrived effort to comfort. But it serves to make its point: he does worry about her, in his own strange fashion - in a way even he himself cannot recognize as totally altruistic in nature. Though he does not leave the anecdote unscathed, either; he can’t stop rubbing his wrists, can’t stop itching them with blunted fingernails, afraid of his newfound freedom ( after all, what would an animal born in captivity possibly know of a life meant to be lived without restraint ? ). Despite how obediently he chews and swallows, at some point the reward of her hard work turns to a mass of indistinguishable mush in his mouth / sticking to his tongue, the backs of his molars. This simple action, too, is made awkward - thanks in no small part to his social incompetence. His ears start ringing as a damming blush dusts their tips, perhaps in punishment of his childlike over-eagerness ( “I can show you how to make it sometime, if you want - Mom taught me how.” ).

Eren dips the spoon in again, holding it out carelessly - though his hand does not waver. He schools his features into something more serious / a replication of his boyish self, all those years ago, caught scowling across the dining room table by a girl who could not swallow the weight of that gaze / no more than she could the meal slipped in front of her, whose smell only sickened - which only reminded her of the home now lost to her. He remembers his mother scolding him, back then - reminding him to give her space, to let her grieve, to never expect anything more than she was capable of day-by-day, always at her own pace. But he’s never been a very patient person.

                            “ ... Eh ? How about it ?” He gestures again, tilting his head to one side, as though expectant. “Come on. Try some. For me ? I mean, I won’t have any more unless you take a bite ... Fair’s fair, and all that.”

non-verbal meme.

[shadyteacup]

Hi! Im the one req 7 for chuuya sorry i didint specified, i just realized it. Can i get angst prompt 7 for chuuya?

Hiya! This pained me to write, so I made it fluffy at the end... sorry if u were looking for pure angst! I can't go to sleep peacefully peacefully after writing angst, I need to clutch my soft toys and cry myself to sleep..

Warnings: Angst to fluff, maybe a swear word at the end.. dw, it's just "bish", but like the actual word.

Word count: 2006 😳yes, I got carried away

Nakahara Chuuya + “Please wake up”

Forewarning

“Don’t move, Chu.”

You grumbled against his chest. It was yet another lazy morning for the two of you. Lazy mornings consisted of waking up late, cuddling on the bed till lunch time, getting dressed and having dinner at some exotic place, going for a long drive, then coming back home. It was a perfect day for a traditional lazy day, except for the fact it was a weekday.

Chuuya sighed. He had to get to work, and so did you. You both couldn’t afford to miss any workdays, considering that you both worked for the same organization, one that didn’t hesitate to punish for untimely work. Chuuya was an executive, and so were you. You both had multiple solo missions planned out for today and one mission wherein you both had to team up. It was going to be quite a busy day, and Chuuya wanted nothing more than to just get it all over with. He was looking forward to some lazy cuddles in the evening, after both of your jobs were done.

“We have to get dressed, dove.”

He tried reasoning with you. You were a workaholic, just like him. It surprised him to see this lazy side of you. But then again, you must be tired, he thought.

“I know. But let’s bunk today!”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, hoping to convince him.

Chuckling, he pet your head affectionately.

“The mafia isn’t some school that you could just bunk. Besides, don’t you love working?”

You frowned at that. You were feeling weird today. It’s like something was forewarning you. But about what?

“I just have a bad feeling about today. I don’t know why, but I feel like something bad is going to happen.”

He sighed. He was never one to believe I such things. That was why you weren’t telling him until now.

“We work in the mafia. How worse can it get?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

You smiled, getting up to get ready.

....

“The target is in the warehouse.”

Chuuya said to you. You both were currently seated in Chuuya’ s car, parked on a hill. Your stakeout point had a clear view of an abandoned warehouse. Apparently, it was the location where a rival gang was coordinating with some members of the mafia and stealing their goods. You both had already executed the moles and had sent in one of your trusted members as a pretend mole. He would send you both a signal when he felt that the security was the weakest at the entrance. You both would then attack. He was supposed to cause a commotion in there, resulting in majority of the guards to rush inside and leave the entrance wide open for you two. Your men had already sealed all exits to ensure no one got out. Now you were both waiting for the signal.

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

Chuuya pouted at your jab.

“I was just being thorough!”

“By stating the obvious?”

“You’re so mean.”

“Says the angry redhead.”

“What has my hair got to do with anything?!”

“Your hair has got to do with everything! I-”

A sharp sound was heard. Both you and Chuuya were blinded for a second as white filled your vision. You felt your torso pinch a little. It almost felt like someone was sticking a few needles into your tummy. You heard screams. They sounded frantic. A few moments later, your vision cleared, and you saw yourself floating in the air, a frantic Chuuya saying something to you. It all sounded mangled and mixed up. If you could have laughed at the moment, you would have laughed at how funny he sounded.

The screams had turned to cries, now. You were so confused. Who was crying? And why was Chuuya pressing down on your stomach?

Looking down, you saw the blood. There was blood everywhere. It had completely soaked your shirt. Chuuya was using his ability and his hands to keep it in. He seemed hurried. His eyes were watery, and streams of tears were flowing down his cheeks.

Finally understanding the situation, you realised that you were injured. Looking down at your torso, you saw the two bullet wounds. And now, you finally felt them. The pain was overwhelming. It rushed in like water at the breaking of a dam. It completely filled you up. You now realised that those cries of pain were actually your own. You wished to have never woken from your daze. You wanted to remain oblivious. You wanted the pain to go back to mere pinpricks. It was too much. Succumbing to the enormous pain, you let your eyes shut close. You realised that your body was going to sleep. Maybe for the last time.

....

Chuuya sat in a chair next to your sleeping form. You were lying unconscious on the clean white sheets of the hospital bed. Your entire torso was covered in bandages. You had taken two bullets, one in the side and one right next to your belly button. The doctors were able to save you in time, and it was a matter of time till you gained consciousness.

Chuuya held his face in his hands. The memories of just moments prior to visiting the hospital kept running through his head. He kept seeing flashes of your blood oozing out of your body. He kept remembering the way your eyes had glazed over while he tried to apply pressure on your wounds. There was so much blood. His mere two hands were proving to be inefficient. So, he had activated his ability to push the blood back in. He had no clue if that had helped. He remembered activating his ability the moment you had let out a blood curdling scream. He had levitated you both out of the car and high up in the night sky.

He should have listened to you. Your forewarnings were right. Something terrible had ended up happening. The mole he had sent inside was found murdered by the backup team, and the head of the organization had fled. His men had taken up sniping positions all across the hills. Two of them had shot you at once. He remembered going on a mad spree and pelting boulders at all the men in his sight using his ability right before he flew to the hospital with you in his arms.

“Has she gained consciousness?”, the doctor asked as she peeked in. Chuuya had asked all medical personnel to leave him alone with his sweetheart, a little too passionately, after they were done treating you, and hence the poor doctor was a tad bit scared to check up on your vitals.

Chuuya whipped his head up.

“No.”

The doctor scrunched her brows in worry. Rushing in, she did some tests.

“I’m sorry, sir, but if the patient doesn’t wake up in another hour, we will have to declare a coma condition.”

“What?!”

The doctor jumped at his outburst, but answered him, nonetheless.

“The body is behaving as if it is already in coma. This can also be because it is repairing itself. It doesn’t necessarily have to be coma.”

She sighed.

“But, if the patient retains this state of unconsciousness, we will have to rule out a natural healing process. I suggest you try to communicate with the patient. Sit close, hold hands, maintain physical contact. Try speaking. That way, maybe the body will react to a familiar scent, touch or voice, and gain consciousness.”

Chuuya gulped, worried, and nodded.

“I understand.”

He shakily made his way to your face, observing your serene features. He hesitantly put your hair behind your ear, breathing unsteadily. He felt immense guilt and anger. He was guilty of not paying your uneasiness an ear, and he was angry because he couldn’t save you. If only he had been more vigilant, more aware of his surroundings, he would have been able to smell a rat.

“I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you. I should have been able to protect you.”

He gasped inaudibly, trying to keep his sobs in. He couldn’t stop the tears. They flowed freely down his cheeks, a symbol of his immense fear of losing you. He couldn’t bear the idea of loosing you. It might be selfish of him, but he wanted you to live, because God-forbid, if you didn’t, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He knew that if such a devastating situation ever occurred, he would lose all sanity and go mad. He would lose his mental balance and completely fall off the edge. He couldn’t bear to be separated from you for two days, forget the rest of his lifetime.

He caressed your cheek, smiling bitterly at your sleeping form. Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, he let himself truly cry. He let out all his emotions into your hair. He found comfort in your warmth. He has always felt the safest in your embrace. That’s where he could truly be himself.

He didn’t realise how long it had been when he began talking to you. Telling you how much he loved you and how he couldn’t live without you. He pondered on how he would take his life if you left him.

“I’d have to go to that stupid mackerel for guidance. But then again, he has been unsuccessful in killing himself for 22 years. He’s probably the worst suicidal guy out there.”

He was lying next to you now, cradling your frail form in his arms.

The doctor waltzed in, a serious and sorrowful expression straining her pretty features.

“Nakahara-san, I’m so sorry.”

Chuuya gritted his teeth, holding onto you tighter.

“No! There’s still a chance that-”

“Its hopeless. The patient has already been in this state for 16 hours.”

“16 hours?”

The doctor smiled sympathetically.

“I gave you a lot more time. I thought maybe the constant contact would help. But sadly, it’s out of our hands now.”

Chuuya sat up, holding your face in his large palms.

“Wake up! Wake up, damnit!”

He shook you gently, desperate to get any kind of reaction out of you.

“Nakahara-san! Please get away from the patient! You mustn’t cause any harm! Security?!”

The doctor rushed forward to pull Chuuya off of you, but he held onto you. He grabbed your arms, looping his own around them and pulling you towards him.

“Wake up!”

He rested his face on your chest, sobs escaping him.

“Please... please wake up...”

The doctor reached forward to clasp his shoulder, trying to pry him off of you.

A large gasp followed by couple of coughs were heard.

You took in a large breath, trying to swallow. Your throat was dry and scratchy.

“Y/N!”

Looking up, you saw Chuuya holding you in his arms, a relieved and surprised expression on his elegant features.

“Hey.”

Your voice sounded raspy, but it was music to his ears.

He engulfed you in a hug, one that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“She’s still a patient!”

The doctor reprimanded as the security guards pulled Chuuya off of you.

You smiled at the tiny ginger.

“I’m alive, Chu. Stop being dramatic.”

Chuuya laughed at your carefree attitude. He didn’t resist the men as they pulled him out of the room. He was relieved to see you awake. He didn’t care about anything else. Just as he was about to leave, you spoke up.

“Call Gin and tell her that I’m not dead!”

“You don’t need to call me, idiot. I was waiting right outside.”

You smiled as she walked in, giving you a hug.

“Why does she get to go in but not me?!”

Chuuya whined.

“Hey Gin, guess what?”

Gin smiled at you, sitting at the edge of your bed at the nurses did their check-ups.

“What?”

“I’m alive, bitch!”

Your snickers could be heard till the hallway, where the rest of your friends were seated. Shaking his head, Tachihara snickered.

“Good ol’ Y/N.”

[t0wnspersonb]

Forever (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

idk if anyone has done this but, can i request for kei tsukishima. where the reader and him are about to graduate, and she’s scarred that since everything’s gonna change she thought that he’ll lose interest and break up w her. but the ironic part is that they actually end up getting married and having kids lmaoo, pretty pls 🥺

Anonymous said:

Can you write sometimes where reader is pregnant and she’s hesitant to tell tsukki but he finds out anyways and it’s all angsty but ends on a fluffy note! (can this be when they’re in college?) also i LOVED your tsukki stories okay they’re my favorite!

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Word Count: 2,787

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been together since you were kids, after you had given birth to your guys’ first child Tsukishima revisits the past.

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I decided to combine these requests! I hope you guys don’t mind! This gave me all the fucking feels so I hope you guys like it! Again, I’m still shuffling through my inbox, I’m sorry that it took so long for me to write this one anons! Please enjoy and let me know what you think:)

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“I c-can’t! I c-can’t do this without Kei!” You cried, tightening your grip on Yamaguchi’s hand.

 The rising hysteria could no longer be beaten down, genuine fear overtook your body. It overshadowed the overwhelming feeling of pain, the urge to push being bitten down as your eyes scanned around the hospital room frantically.

 He still wasn’t here.

 Could you have a panic attack in the middle of giving birth? You thought so.

 “Y/n-chan.” Yamaguchi soothed, gently smoothing your sweaty hair away from your face. “He’s on his way, there was an accident a couple miles out from the hospital. The roads are blocked, traffic is at a standstill. But Tsukki will be here, I promise. But you need to start pushing now, it’s not safe for you or the baby to keep holding this off.”

 You whimpered softly as you gazed up at your childhood friend, his freckled face was calm and reassuring.

 At least… at least Yamaguchi was here right? You weren’t doing this entirely alone.

 But sadness still gripped at your heart, Tsukishima was going to miss the birth of his first child. He wasn’t here.

 “Mrs. Tsukishima. You have to start pushing now or we will have to do a C-section instead.” The doctor stated firmly.

 Yamaguchi squeezed your hand gently.

 “O-Okay.” You whispered out.

 You started pushing.

 ****

 Hours later, you were asleep in the hospital bed, completely knocked out from pure exhaustion.

 Beside you, your husband cradled your newborn close to his chest, gazing down at the small baby boy with the softest expression.

 Tsukishima had barely made it in time, right before the final push. The fear and guilt that Tsukishima felt was still present in his heart, but… love and complete joy was there as well.

 You and the baby were safe and healthy. That’s all that mattered to him. His eyes glanced over at Yamaguchi, he was asleep in one of the other chairs in the room. He would have to take him out for dinner in thanks for being with you when he couldn’t.

 God, he felt like a terrible husband. 

 The meeting at the museum had run late, and while the both of you knew that the baby was going to be due any day now… he didn’t think that it was going to happen tonight.

 “Mind if I take him?” a nurse asked quietly, Tsukishima looked up at her in surprise and nodded, carefully handing his boy over so they could finish doing their checkups.

 “Get some rest.” She said pointedly before leaving the room.

 Tsukishima sighed softly, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was tired. But not like you.

 He reached for your hand, the one that was curled close to your face, carefully lifting it up and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

 His expression was soft as he stared at your sleeping face. Tsukishima had never felt luckier in his entire life.

 The fact that you were still his after all these years, the fact that you brought his beautiful son into the world… he was truly blessed.

 Tsukishima’s lips twitched into a small smile as he thought back to the past.

 ***

 You sat on the gym floor, rolling the volleyball around absentmindedly. It was just you and Tsukishima, the silence between the two of you was comfortable. Tomorrow was graduation day, tomorrow was going to be the start to a new journey.

 Your eyes glanced over at the tall blonde, he was finishing up some last-minute stuff for the volleyball team.

 Biting your lip softly, you turned your attention back to the volleyball that was in front of you.

 The feeling that you had beaten down since the beginning of the year could no longer be buried.

 You had to ask.

 “Kei?” you called out softly.

 “Hmm?” 

 “Are we… do you… do you like me?” 

 He looked over at you, a dumbfounded expression covering his handsome face. “You’re joking right?”

 You huffed at him in annoyance, a soft pout taking over your features.

 He sighed, closing the notebook he was currently writing in, facing you directly. “We’ve liked each other since we were kids Y/n. We started dating in middle school. Why are you asking me something so stupid?”

 “Well do you love me?” you tried again.

 “Yes.” 

 Oh. You looked away from the blonde male, doubt and unease still clouding your heart. This was stupid. Asking him those questions wasn’t truly going to give you the answer you really wanted.

 You heard Tsukishima sighed loudly, hearing the soft squeak of shoes against the floors, and then he was pulling your chin up, forcing you to stare at him.

 He was squatted down in front of you, his lips turned down in a frown. “What is it?”

 “Nothing.” You mumbled, attempting to avert your eyes from his own.

 “Don’t lie. Something is obviously bothering you. Tell me.” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening only slightly.

 You weren’t sure what it was in his face, but you felt tears begin to cascade down your cheeks. Much to his surprise and yours.

 “Y/n -” 

 “You’re going to break up with me!” you wailed, all of your feelings bursting from you like a broken dam. “You’re not going to want me anymore once you go to college… you’ll find someone better, prettier, more athletic than me! Everything is going to be different after tomorrow, you’re not going to love me the same way and -”

 His hand covered your mouth, stopping the flood of words that were rapidly escaping your quivering lips.

 “Are you stupid?” he asked incredulously, his eyes holding a fiery passion as he stared at you intensely. “Why would you say such ridiculous things? I thought you were smarter than that. You’re acting like Hinata.” he scowled, stretching and pulling at your cheeks.

 “That hurts Kei.” You whimpered out, but at this point you had stopped crying. 

 “Good. It’s punishment.” he said bluntly, pinching your cheeks harder.

 “Ow, ow, ow!”

 He finally released his grips on your cheeks, sitting down in front of you as you rubbed at your sore face, sniffling slightly.

 “Have you calmed down now?” He asked, reaching up to wipe the remaining tears from your eyes.

 You nodded wordlessly.

 “Good. Now listen closely.” he said seriously. “You seriously think that after all the years we’ve been together I’m not going to want you anymore just because we’re going to different colleges? Have you forgotten that I deliberately chose a college that was close to yours so that I could still see you every day?”

 You didn’t say anything, so he continued on. “Do you really think that I would be unfaithful to you, and look at other girls just because you won’t be by my side as often?”

 Again, you were silent.

 “You really think that I’m going to want someone smarter, prettier, more athletic than you? I’m going to be too busy worrying about your stupid ass the entire time that I won’t even have time to think about my classes, much less try to find someone else.” You started getting more nervous as Tsukishima’s voice gradually began increasing.

 “Of course, things are going to be different after tomorrow.” He said, tone sharp and biting. “That’s to be expected, we’re graduating high school Y/n. Nothing can stay the same forever.”

 He was right. Tsukishima was always right.

 “But…” his hand cupped your face, urging you to look at him. You felt your breath catch in your throat, his expression was full of adoration, his gold eyes burning into yours.

 “One thing will never change, and that’s how I feel about you. I love you. I want only you. Don’t you ever question that again dumbass.” he murmured, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

 ****

 Tsukishima’s lips twitched at the memory; you were truly a crybaby back then. While it had gotten better over the years, you still cried about everything.

 Tsukishima felt his stomach twist as he thought about when he had truly made you cry. He still felt guilty about that.

 It wasn’t even that long ago when it had happened.

 *****

 “You need to go to the doctors Y/n.” Tsukishima said, frowning as he watched you rinse your mouth at the bathroom sink.

 You had just finished puking your brains out for the third time that day. This has been going on the past couple of days, both of you under the impression that you were coming down with a stomach bug.

 “I made an appointment for later today.” you mumbled, drying your face against the hand towel.

 “Do you want me to take off of work to take you?” he asked, gently wrapping his arms around your waist.

 You shook your head. “The museum needs you Kei. I’ll be fine.” you said quietly, leaning back into your husband’s strong chest.

 He hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “If you say so… I’ll be leaving first then.” 

 You waved goodbye to him at the door, watching him drive off.

 You sighed softly, heading into your office to finish up some last-minute work. It had been three years since you guys had graduated college, both of you finally getting to work at your dream jobs, Tsukishima at the museum, and you, working at a design firm.

 Things were finally falling into place it seemed. You guys had only gotten married last year, and it was just a couple of months ago that you guys had finally bought your first house.

 Life was good. Really fucking good. 

 The ring on your finger caught your attention as you typed, pausing for a moment to appreciate its beauty.

 Tsukishima had kept his promise. He’s continued to love you unconditionally. He even married your dumbass, something that you hadn’t imagined at all.

 Yes, life was really good.

 Nothing could go wrong at this point.

 Right?

 Wrong.

 Fuck you were so wrong. 

 You inhaled shakily, wringing your hands together nervously as you stared at the doctor in shock.

 “You’re… are you sure? Can we take it again?” you asked, voice shaking.

 “I’m very sure. But we definitely can do the test again.” The doctor said.

 You nodded. Maybe it was defective? Maybe the second time it would…

 No.

 It was still the same.

 It was still positive.

 You were pregnant. You were definitely pregnant.

 It wasn’t a stomach bug. It was morning sickness. You were already six weeks along.

 You were too busy in your life to even realize that your period was late, you had thought it was from the stress of work and moving.

 The rest of the day you were on edge, you couldn’t even focus on your work. 

 What did this mean for you?

 No… what did this mean for your relationship with Tsukishima.

 You guys had never talked about having children, it something that was never brought up. 

 What if… 

 What if Tsukishima didn’t want kids?

 The tears flowed easily down your cheeks at the thought, your hand resting on your stomach unconsciously.

 But this was… this was Tsukishima’s baby. The man you loved the most. You already knew deep in your heart that you loved this baby.

 The thought that Tsukishima wouldn’t, the thought that Tsukishima might not want anything to do with you or baby caused more tears to fall down your cheeks.

 You didn’t say anything to him for three weeks.

 The fear you held ate away at you, you wanted to tell him, but each opportunity that came up, you backed out.

 Until one day when you had come home from the grocery store, Tsukishima was staring blankly at the tv. His hands folded in front of his face; his expression unreadable.

 “Kei are you ok-”

 “How long?” he interrupted you, his eyes holding so many different emotions as he stared at you.

 You frowned in confusion at his statement. “I don’t -” “How long have you been pregnant Y/n?” he cut you off, rising from the couch at full height. He glared down at you.

 You could feel your lips tremble. “You have to understand -”

 “How long?” he repeated again.

 “I’m nine weeks.” You whispered, tears stinging your eyes as you stared at the carpet beneath your feet. 

 You heard his sharp intake of breath, your body flinching hard at the noise.

 “When did you find out?” he asked.

 “Three weeks ago.” You whispered.

 “Why… why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me the minute you knew!? Why did I have to find out that my wife is pregnant from a voicemail the doctor left on our phone!?” 

 He’s… Tsukishima has never yelled at you like this. Your head snapped up to see his furious expression as he stared you down with an icy glare.

 “Kei you have to understand I was scared! I didn’t know if you -” you were reaching for him, only for him to jerk his arm back at your touch, stepping further away from you. 

 “Don’t touch me.” he said coldly. “I can’t believe you. I’m leaving.” he walked past your trembling form, grabbing his jacket and his car keys, the door slamming behind him.

 Your heart broke, you collapsed onto the floor. Loud sobs escaping your lips as you hugged yourself. One of your hands clapped tight over your mouth as you desperately tried to quiet the despair that was coming from your lips. 

 ****

 By the time he had gotten home it was incredibly late, Tsukishima had never felt more exhausted in his entire life.

 He quietly closed the door behind him, discarding his coat and keys onto the kitchen table.

 He fucked up.

 He shouldn’t have overreacted like that. He shouldn’t have left you like that.

 He just… he didn’t know how to handle it. He was angry because you kept such an important secret from him. He was shocked because - well - because you were pregnant, something that wasn’t planned at all. He was scared because… what if he wasn’t a good dad?

 He definitely didn’t feel like a good husband right now.

 His heart broke as he took in your form. You had cried yourself to sleep, curled up tightly on the bed, your hand clutching at your stomach protectively.

 He had hurt you so much, he had left you when you needed him the most… you dealt with a large burden on your own, all because you were fearful of how he was going to take it.

 He fucked up.

 He hated himself. 

 Tsukishima had to make it right now. The thought of losing you forever. The thought of losing his child forever, he couldn’t stand it. Carefully he slipped under the blankets, his long arms wrapping protectively around your body as he pulled you tightly against his chest.

 He buried his face into your hair, his grip tight on you. His hand gently pushed yours away, his fingers rubbing carefully against your belly.

 A baby.

 You were carrying a baby in there. You were carrying his baby. 

 He’s never loved you more than this moment.

 “Kei?” you whispered; you woke up when you felt your body being tugged into a familiar chest.

 “I’m so sorry.” he whispered back, kissing the skin behind your ear. “I shouldn’t have acted that way… I just… I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll love you forever Y/n. I’ll love our baby forever. They will want for nothing. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of both of you. Don’t leave me.”

 You felt tears sting your eyes once more, your hand gently rested on top of his. “I won’t leave Kei. I love you.”

 He squeezed you tightly to his chest, his fingers tracing patterns into your stomach as you both began to drift off into sleep.

 ****

 “Mmm… Kei?” you mumbled sleepily, eyes gazing at your husband. He was staring off into space, his hand still holding your softly.

 Your soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes finding yours immediately.

 “You did so well.” he praised, gently pushing your hair away from your face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner.”

 You shook your head, leaning into his touch. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

 He didn’t say anything as he continued staring at you, gently touching your face with soft fingers.

 “He’s beautiful.” he finally said.

 “Takes after his daddy.” you cooed, eyes fluttering back shut in exhaustion. You felt a gentle pressure of cool lips press against the top of your head. 

 “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Tsukishima breathed out.

 So you did.

 Tsukishima’s heart has never been more full. 

[romanceimp]

Bitter Taste Pt. 2: Iwaizumi x reader

Part 1 is here 

tw: mentions of uncomfortable relationships, situations with drinking, and excessive sadness. but this piece is actually pretty fluffy and sweet overall xx Iwa turns the lock inside your door for you and you stumble inside. He reaches out and catches you for the nth time that night. “Hey, whoa, I’ll help you, okay?” You groan in protest but cling to his arm. “I- umm- wanna brush my teeth, because of…” “Yeah,” he nods. He doesn’t want to add to your embarrassment. He stares around in the dark of your house before finding the light switch.

The kitchen is painted a light green and the clock on the wall shows that it's a little after 2AM. The clock ticks and the sink drips. You release his arm and shuffle towards the stairs but turn back before you go. “I’m really okay, you don’t have to- babysit me,” you giggle, eyes tired. Iwaizumi makes no moves to leave and instead takes in your state; you’re always beautiful but there’s something new to you that he hasn’t seen before. “You can stay if you want of course… but I’m going to get cleaned up… oh, would you mind-umm...” You turn your back to him and peer over your shoulder. “Could you?” you ask again and gesture to the back of your dress. “Oh! sure,” Iwa moves closer to you and examines the dress. He’s surprised to find small silk buttons up the back instead of a zipper. “I can normally undo them myself, but my head feels funny,” you mumble. “I don’t mind helping…” He works his way down the back of the dress. It’s difficult for his large fingers to undo such delicate buttons but he manages. Staring at your spine he realises you’re missing the wings of your costume. They looked so natural at the party he was sure they were sprouting from your back. Your arms clutch the loosening garment to your chest. He undoes the last button and tries his best to not let his eyes linger on your bare back out of respect. “There you go,” he announces. He takes a step back and you thank him before scurrying up the stairs.

Iwa blinks. He walks through the open room past the kitchen and towards the section of your space that's your living room. There’s a small desk in between two large bookcases off to the left and the desk faces a window. A wide variety of books sit on the shelves in seemingly no real order, except the mangas. Psychology, philosophy, mythology, fiction, non-fiction, adventure novels, crime, Crime and Punishment, and a few poets' collected works. He turns his attention back to the desk. A plant grows in the window sill, and a mess of papers cover the surface of the desk, hiding an old laptop. His eye is caught on the curvy letters of your handwriting in an open book. He begins to read and then stops himself as soon as he realises what the writing is. It’s a poem and not for his eyes. He didn’t read much, not more than a couple lines… but he now sees a side of you and he hates himself for not seeing it before, though he supposes you hide it very well. You are not nearly as happy as you want others to perceive you... or perhaps it’s better to say you’re not nearly as happy as you desire to be.

“Hi again,” Iwa jumps feeling like he was caught. Your  smirk is sleepy but still playing across your face. “Are you snooping?” you probe. Iwazumi starts to explain but you laugh and brush him away, “it’s fine Iwa, I have nothing to hide from you.” The smile on your face is full of lightheartedness and understanding… normally you’re quick witted and bantering back and forth with him or Oikawa but perhaps it was because you didn’t feel well? Or maybe because you’re at home? But you’re different here… softer. Those words you wrote flash through his mind. “Are you alright?” he asks before thinking better of it. You ‘mhm’ a small reply then pad into the kitchen. “Do you want some tea?” you gesture to the powder blue kettle. “I’m good, thanks,” you nod in response and flip the kettle on for the water to boil. “So Iwa-” you start but he stops you. “Please call me Hajime?” A soft smile paints your expression as you lean against the counter, “alright then, Hajime.” He swallows hard hearing you say his first name like that. The rasp in your voice, the lilt, oh how he wanted you to say his name again. But the water now boiling, your attention was on making your tea. ‘Hajime’ ringing in his ears, he pictured how many ways you could say it. And for once, he indulged in imagining his name spilling from your lips as he lay between your thighs.

“Hey,” you pull him from his thoughts as you sit down next to him. “Any of your girlfriends ever call you Haji-bae?” you ask, that impish grin now back as you giggle to yourself. “No,” he laughs softly, more amused with you than your joke, “no they have not.” You sigh and place the mug on the coffee table, “that’s a shame, opportunity missed if you ask me.” Hajime narrows his eyes, “are you going to start calling me that?” You stare at the ceiling carefully considering your answer, “nah, I like saying your name too much.” Hajime looks down at his hands. If the situation were any different he would ask you out right there, but after the night and how weird Ushijima had been, he knew now wasn’t the time. Iwaizumi wasn’t a patient man, but for this, for you he would be.

“Wanna watch cheesy reality tv?” Iwaizumi chuckles before answering, “sure.” You flip on the tv and settle down on the couch.

Tonight~ on Kitchen Nightmares, Gordon helps a failing Italian restaurant whose sanitation standards have gone down the drain, ‘what is that?!?!’

You both watch in silence for a moment before you look over at him. “I’m really okay, and I don’t want you feeling like you have to take care of me,” you lean your head on his shoulder. The weight of that night, mixed with the heaviness of your head made your eyes start to droop. “I’m just- I’d rather you be here because you want to be, not because I got too drunk and made a fool of myself.” You pull your knees in closer to your chest. Hajime looks down at you, “I want to be here… and that wasn't your fault. Ushijima shouldn’t have pushed you like that.” You sigh, “I mean I guess, but I should have been more clear, should have told him no.” Iwa moves his arm and pulls you in closer. “Hey, I was watching… it’s not your fault, at all, okay?” Your head on his chest feels warm and his heart jumps at the way you nuzzle against him. You nod softly, eyes closed. Looking down at you Iwa thinks back to those words on those pages. “Here,” he murmurs as he moves both your bodies. Now he’s laying on his back, and you’re on his chest, one arm draped over you. Your hand rests on his free arm, your thumb drawing circles on his skin. You still almost completely and Iwa assumes you’ve fallen asleep, which is what he wanted. But he perks hearing you whisper, “you’ve got goosebumps.” There is something about you that’s so pure. He’d noticed it slightly before but it was so evident in your exhausted state. It’s something that Hajime wants to protect and he feels relief in holding you this close. No one can hurt you when you’re here. And suddenly Hajime hopes that he will never be someone to cause you pain. But laying with you at 3:07am, he makes the promise that if he ever were to hurt you, he would then make amends. Because promising to never hurt someone is unrealistic, people are unintentional with their cruelty at times.

You’re so warm, and your breath pattern is synced to his. It’s a new feeling for him, one he can't begin to define as his eyes grow heavy. The light of the tv, the sound of the clock ticking, you, sleep.

“Hajime, hey,” he’s awoken to the grey light of dawn and your voice. You sit up slightly, squinting and rubbing an eye. It’s raining, the water droplets falling rhythmically against the glass.  “We fell asleep,” you grumble, your voice raspy. Iwa can’t help but to wish you both were still sleeping.  You climb off the couch and stand looking at him. He sits up slowly and yawns. The tv, still on, asks if you’re still watching. He takes a deep breath and then stands as well, stretching. He was still wearing his jeans from the night before.

You pad towards the stairs and start to climb. Iwa looks for where he left his keys. “Are you coming?” you ask, turning around. Hajime blinks, “you want me to?” he checks. You roll your eyes and extend your hand. He takes it and follows you up the stairs. “Hajime, we were already sleeping on each other, and its like, 5-something, would be silly for you to go now.”

You push open the door to your room, stripping off your hoodie, revealing a simple tank top. You fling the hoodie into a chair and flop into your bed. “I don't mind if you take your jeans off,” you mumble into the pillows. “You sure?” Iwa confirms. “Yes I’m sure,” you laugh, “I wouldn’t say it otherwise… I’d say something like ‘keep your jeans on’ if that's what I meant.” You roll your head over to look at him. He squints down at you, a playful smirk slowly creeping across his face. “Is this just a ploy to get me out of my pants?” You huff a laugh, and brush away the idea with your hand. “Nah, you’re a gentleman, so I trust you.”  His smirk fades into a genuine smile, you’re so sincere saying you trust him like this. Perhaps it’s your exhaustion that makes you more literal.

He slowly takes his jeans off and climbs into your bed. He lays on his back next to you, his arm slightly extended as an invitation. He wanted to let you break the space between you. He would have understood if you’d kept your distance, but his heart fills as you lay your head on his chest. Your fingers draw lazy circles over his clothed shoulder. He relishes in the intimacy of the situation. The faint smell of perfume on your skin and the sheets, the way you sigh every so often, not yet asleep. You blink up at him and then smile, eyes closing once more and you cling to him tighter. “I didn’t want you to go,” you whisper. “Is that selfish?” “Maybe, but it doesn’t matter, I wanted to stay.”

Hajime watches as your breathing slows again. His thumb rubs up and down on the exposed skin of your back. The grey light, crisp sheets, rain on the roof, you, sleep for a second time.

This time Hajime awakens to the sound of your phone ringing somewhere in your room. You’d both moved, he was spooning you now, holding you close to him. The sound ceased, you remained still and he was hopeful it hadn’t woken you. Then the sound started again. You stirred, turning to bury your face into his chest. The sound stopped eventually, and he found his hand stroking your back in an effort to lull you back to sleep. It was starting to work when your phone went off again. “Oh my god, who is that?” you groan and climb out of bed. You follow the sound to your hoodie crumpled in the chair and remove your phone from your pocket.

Upon examination you see 3 missed calls and 8 texts from Ushijima. You utter a sound of disgust before unlocking your phone. A 4th call starts to come through but you hit the red button and quickly type out a message beneath what he had earlier sent.

Are you home?

Did you make it home?

Was Iwaizumi a gentleman?

Are you okay?

Hello

Y/n

Y/n

Pick up

I'm sleeping off a hangover

“Is everything okay?” Hajime asks. You nod and stand up, facing the window. “Who was it?” You keep your back to him as you grumble, “Wakatoshi.” Iwa watches as you take a deep breath and turn back to him with your usual bright smile. “You wanna go get breakfast? It’s umm-” you check your phone for the time, 3 new messages, “it’s almost 11 now.”  “Sure, I’d like that,” he smiles.

to be added to the taglist 

[writers-worst-nightmare]

Delaying my nightmares:

Pairing(s): L x reader

Glossary:

y/n = your name

y/f/c = your favorite color

y/f/o = your favorite outfit

y/h/c = your hair color

A/N: this is a collab piece for @elektrosonix here you go love ❤️

Summery: L has a rough day at work but you cheer him up with some good old nostalgia

Warning(s): mentions of death, L being out of character, minor cussing

Your eyes screwed tightly before opening as you saw L leave his bed. L’s messy black hair flew all over the place as he grunted and stretched his hands in the air to make himself looser then he already was. You almost immediately perked up and sat up on the bed. “Where are you going?” You asked finally, choosing your words carefully. L looked back and softly smiled at you before he gently patted your y/h/c hair.

“Work, somebody has to catch up on this Kira guy.” The male answered plainly, you rubbed your eyes. Tiredness hung thickly in the air and you desperately needed L’s warm and comforting scent. He smelled like fire just beginning to start and there was always a hint of liquor scent on him even though you knew very well that he hasn’t drank liquor in his life.

“But it’s like three in the morning...” You grumbled sleepily, getting out of bed and wrapping your arms around L’s slim shoulders.

“Yeah, I am running late,” L stared plainly before kissing you on the cheek. You sighed in defeat, turning around and seeing L go off into the distance of your house. You stayed where L had once been. Refusing to believe that he actually left you again.

It wouldn’t be anything out of the normal that he did, it is just that usually he would stop for breakfast. But ever since this Kira guy has been popping up all across Japan L has been spending more time at the office. Hell, Light knew him better then you did at this point. It was for a good purpose. It is going to all play out for us... you thought before getting a text by L.

Grumpy panda😡🐼: what are you doing still standing around the room?

You let out a sigh in defeat before waving at the camera that L had placed in your guy’s rooms

Y/n👸: I was just thinking baby

Grumpy panda😡🐼: ok then…

You decided to get out of the bedroom and get in the shower. As you undressed you began to think about all that has happened with Kira.

Kira was a now well known killer who killed his victims in a strange way. He didn’t need to be near the person to kill them. But the death was usually in a case of heart attack. His victims that he killed where always criminals, his first murder was a mere test to see if whatever power he holds works.

You stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, waiting patiently for it to warm up before you stepped inside and began to continue your train of thoughts.

Everyone in person called Kira a monster, however, everyone online seemed to agree with the Kira. It was logic, if somebody does something illegal they deserve to get punished. It might seem wrong on the outside, but, we are all secretly glad that somebody did the work that tons of others feared to do. Your thoughts on Kira? Same but different as everyone else’s. If someone does something bad and gets punished by going to jail to something bad happened in their lifetime then it’s not that enough? They don’t deserve death! That’s the main reason that you sided with L, a lot of times you disagreed with your husband. A lot of times you argued with him (or didn’t even have time to argue with him). So Kira brought peace in the marriage of L and you, and you silently thanked Kira for that. Sighing to yourself you slipped out of the shower and grabbed a robe to wrap around your body. The robe was y/f/c colored and very fluffy. Sometimes, you used it as a blanket when all the other blankets that you owned where being dried/washed. Stepping outside the bathroom you gripped a pen tightly in your hand and pulled out Life Note. Life note was something that was passed down from generation upon generation in your family. Life note had a white book cover and spine, there was silver lettering that read “life note”, on the back of the book there where introductions on how the life note worked.

You needed to picture somebody in your head and write down their name, if you do it less then a minute then the person you wrote in the journal would come back to life.

You needed to reverse Kira’s work, he had destroyed what you where working on in a instant and you where pissed to say the least.

“Haruto will come back to life at 7:00 PM”

You wrote out hurriedly, your hand now use to writing fast that your handwriting was almost unreadable to everyone except yourself (and sometimes L). You where about to write another name when Tenshi showed up and stopped your hand.

“You should focus on L more sweetie,” Tenshi suggested. Yoy clenched your jaw tightly and narrowed your eyes before sighing and nodding your head reluctantly. Gently you put down your pen and closed life note. You stored the life note in a secret compartment that on you knew. Not even L knew about this spot. Only you. You and nobody else. That is how it has always been in the family, if someone finds it then it will be snatched from the grasp of the l/n family and into another’s. Somebody who might use it for evil or their own selfish needs and desires.

“Fine…” You mumbled, a slight pout forming on your lips as you got up from the desk and went to the living room. Your living room was to your left and the kitchen was to your right, their was a narrow front door (you owned a bar so you and L decided to live in the basement). Looking around and thinking back to your husband L, the first thought that came to

Your mind was that he didn’t have much of a childhood. He was always separated from everyone at a young age. So, the most logical and childish thing to do was to build a pillow and blanket fort. You smiled widely at the idea, L wouldn’t be able to hold back and he would have to cuddle you! You happily gathered the pillows and blankets and made a tunnel that went around the coffee table and led to the guest room. In there you spread out the pillows wide enough that is almost took up the whole room. You brought into the opening a blow up mattress, twinkle lights, and lots of blankets. You then backed out and quickly changed into y/f/o and began to bake some vanilla cake.

You had been making cakes for L since you could remember. You where the only friend that L was allowed to have because you where equally as smart as him. Unfortunately for your parents you dropped everything and became a bar owner with a side job of professional cosplayer. And from time to time you went with L on meetings if the crew had their eye on annoying L. You popped the cake into the oven and waited for a few moments.

The oven alarm alerted you that the cake was done, you silently thanked the gods and brought the cake out for it to cool down a little. As it cooled down you pulled up some recipes for orange icing and began to make the icing.

Once the icing was finally done the cake was more then ready to be decorated on with icing and other things that bakers may put on it. You coated the cake with light orange icing and lemon yellow sprinkled on it. Happy with the result you brought the cake to the big opening of the fort and then brought some plates, knives, forks, and napkins. Your phone ringed the tone of “Arcade” in violin and you quickly answered. Knowing that you picked the ringtone especially for L.

“Hey L!” You chirped on the phone, grunting as you got up and left the fort. Ready for L to say that he was ready to come home or that he missed you so much.

“Hey y/n.” L answered back, his voice quivered slightly and you could tell that something was up with him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Something happened…”

Your eyes widened as you forgot everything you where planning and grabbed your purse, your breath hitched in your throat and tears started to bubble at the corners of your eyes. But, just as you swung the door open you saw L standing there in front of the door. He looked perfectly fine and he still had the phone to his ear, hanging up the phone and glanced at you and giggled softly.

“Light got mad at me for not taking care of my beautiful significant other so of course I had to prove him wrong and show up…” L smoothed, looking at you and smirking knowingly.

“L!!!” You exclaimed, jumping into the black-haired man’s arms with excitement buzzing through your body. “Come on, I have something to show you!!” You explained, grabbing L’s wrist and dragging him to the entrance of the fort. L cocked his head to the left slightly and stared at you for a few minutes with a confused expression on his face.

“What is that?”

“That is a pillow fort! Since you didn’t have much of a childhood, I thought I would show you them…” You trailed off, now suddenly thinking that the idea you had in your mind was pretty stupid now saying it out loud.

“REALLY?!” L exclaimed, his eyes uncharacteristically beaming with joy. His voice all of a sudden got playful and childish. “How do you get in?” L inquired, bending down and trying to see if there was a gap but enough for him.

“Over here, you open this pillow and it opens into a tunnel! Follow the tunnel and you will get to the main part.” You showed L, opening the pillow door and smiling at him. L went directly in and crawled to get where he was suppose to go. You followed closely behind and heard a happy Yelp from the pale skinned male as he jumped in pure excitement. You followed closely behind and had to push him forward so you could go in as well.

“And you made cake?!” L asked, stars seemed to gleam in his eyes as he saw all the effort you out in. You chuckled slightly and scratched the nape of your neck before giving a coy smile to L.

“Yeah, it’s vanilla cake with orange icing and lemon sprinkles!” You answered sweetly, L still kept on a smile as he climbed on the blow up mattress and grabbed a piece of cake. You silently called it a victory for yourself to see L so happy at your house.

“Can you cuddle me?” L requested in a baby voice that made your heart squeeze. You gave your husband a warm smile and flipped over L so he was laying on your chest. L happily obeyed and even let out another smile as he ate the cake.

“How was work?” You hummed, not really wanting to know the answer but still wanting to hear L’s soothing voice that brought the angels at peace.

“Boring, more and more paperwork. You would think that in my job I wouldn’t complain about being bored but…I guess that’s just how it plays out!” L responded, his tone deepened a little. Like his hopes slowly drained away from him. You rubbed circled on his back to reassure him that everything is fine. L looked up at you and giggled playfully before playing with your hair. You hummed in contentment as he twirled your hair in his fingers. Rain started to patter on the window, making the sound echo through the walls, the silent sound of the bar coming through to the fort.

[thereaderstea]

G´day tor-mon, how are you<3? Recommend me your favourite bts!jungkook x reader fics! so I guess its not an au?(no smut✋🚫)

Merry meet, nonnie! I am well, busy and a little stressed because I had a power outage yesterday, but well nonetheless ☺️ I hope you are merry in the holidays (if you celebrate) and are happy and healthy 😄🖤💜

asdfghjkl, my favorite JJK x Reader fics? I have to choose? 😰 *has an existential crisis*

Alright, after some deep reflection, an existential crisis, and fighting the urge to devour these fics again (you have a mission, tor-mon!), I present to you my current favorite JJK fics (this list is only bound to grow). These fics have made me feel so intensely and I think about these fics a lot (an unhealthy amount, probably). I sorted them by genre: fluff to angst to yandere.

tor-mon’s Favorite JJK x Reader Fics

Sugar and Coffee by @jimlingss​  ➵Fluff, Angst, Slice of Life | slice of life au |  pâtisserie school au | enemies to friends to lovers au | Slice of Life series | 23 ch series | 100.5k ➵You are quite the pâtisserie chef, or at least on your way to becoming one, but there’s that one person who always has to complain, Jeon Jungkook.  ➵A masterpiece, honestly. I remember cracking up so hard over their competitions, the banter, and dynamics, but nothing beats that one day after the dream... I don’t want to spoil! but I do want to warn that there is a wet dream (not too graphic and it’s not a lot, I promise) somewhere in there, but honestly, it’s so hilarious.

Chess of Ice by Jimlingss​ | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 | 3 ➵Fluff, a lil bit of Angst | sports au | curling au | trilogy | 42.8k ➵Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, that is, until he falls. Now he’s picking up another sport, curling. ➵I love a good team dynamic and the characters in this are everything 🙌🏻

Date in a Box by Jimlingss​  ➵Fluff | Service Series | oneshot | 9.7k (Jimlingss’s summary: ) ➵If you’re in a hurry then we’re here to help you! Everything you need in a box. Delivery less than five minutes. Upgrade and we can personalize your date even more! Guaranteed 100%! Don’t fret, we’re here.  ➵I love the entire Service Series because the concepts are so much fun and they’re hilarious and I love the service descriptions, aka the commercials XD

I Will Not Lose! by Jimlingss​ ➵Fluff | magic au | oneshot | 6.2k (Jimlingss’s summary: ) ➵A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. ➵It’s fluffy and cute, and it’s got that hint of enemies to lovers, especially with how competitive the mc gets over this bet. And the ending! asdfghjkl ^.^ 

midas by @gukyi​  ➵Fluff, (light) Angst, Comedy | enemies to lovers au | ceo au| magical realism au | oneshot | 32k (gukyi’s summary: ) ➵jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want. (or,) ➵you become Jungkook’s magical babysitter ➵I really love this concept! This fic is what got me looking into magical realism as an entire genre. But also, who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers? and from the master of enemies to lovers 🙌🏻

ice prince by gukyi | The Reader’s Tea Review   ➵Fluff, (very light) Angst | figure skating au | enemies to lovers au | oneshot | 22k ➵Your ice skating partner just had to break his leg right before a big competition and “of all people on this godforsaken Earth, you’ve been re-paired up with Jeon Jungkook, Ice Prince.” ➵an axel-lent enemies to lovers :D I love it so much! And I really love Tae and mc’s friendship and all those icebreaker questions ☺️

if i told you by gukyi​  ➵Fluff, (light) Angst, Comedy | friends to lovers au | college au | oneshot | 22k ➵Jeon Jungkook is a broke college student, so to pay off his debt, he sells himself as the perfect boyfriend. If only you weren’t a broke college student either, then maybe you could buy yourself a date with Jungkook. ➵The mc is so not what I expected, (no spoilers!) all I will say is that I really love how supportive she is. I also love how close they are and this Jungkook is too fluffy and cute! ^.^

a moonlight melody by gukyi​ | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 ➵Fluff, Soft Angst | fake dating au | orchestra au | vacation au | duology | 50k ➵Your best friend has pranked you too many times and you’ve done nothing about it, because you, quite frankly, suck at pranking. As such, Jungkook ➵This is so soft and magical and sweet and soft ☺️ and did I mention soft? but also all those memes! There is so much good and wholesome and hilarious dynamics in here! This is the kind of fic that makes me wish I had a big friend group to do crazy stuff like this (but I hear you have to leave your house and, like, socialize??)

Down With The Ship by @tatastaetae | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 | 3 ➵Fluff, Angst | pirate au | trilogy | 25.4k ➵ You board a ship to escape forced love; but you join a pirate crew to fall into the arms of your only true and constant love: the sea. (or, tatastaetae’s summary: ) ➵Captain Jeon Jungkook; a beautiful mess of blood and gold. His greatest treasure, may also be his greatest downfall. ➵Very very fluffy! I love the adventure and the antics and I still want to know what’s in that soup, Jin! But that ending, holy heck, I didn’t see it coming and I just malfunctioned and stared at my wall in shock for who knows how long, and I just love tatastaetae’s fluffy writing which always somehow wrecks my soul! ^.^

His Name by @jimlingss ➵Angst | multiple personality au | 8 part series | 52.4k ➵Jeon Jungkook has multiple personalities and gaps in his memory. It’s your job to treat him and perhaps help him remember his past... ➵This is the first bts fic I ever read (a special thanks to Nani for reccing it ☺️) and so it holds a special place in my black heart, especially because I sobbed so hard at 3 in the morning and my mind was stuck on this for days

Gravity by @donewithjeon | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | ‘90s au | oneshot | 29k ➵Time can bring you together, but Time can also push you apart; will you and Jungkook be able to fight the distance and Time to stay together, or were you always meant to only share this descent to earth for just a moment, always meant to eventually drift apart? ➵I am a wimp when it comes to Time, but does that stop me from reading fics that exploit that weakness? nope! That last train scene destroyed my heart and that entire ending, the acceptance, stabbed me in the heart, for good measure.

written on the sky by @inktae​ | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | apocalyptic au? | end of the world au | ‘seeking a friend at the end of the world’ au | oneshot | 22k ➵The 60-mile-wide asteroid was supposed to slip by Earth, but it’s a little late to change its course or do anything about it except to prepare for the end. So while you’re waiting for the end, find a friend, someone to hold a hand with at the end of the world. ➵I was sobbing before the fic even finished. The odd thing is that you know the end, but knowing doesn’t prepare you for the feels. 

below thunder showers by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵ Angst, lil bits of Fluff | sci-fi au | oneshot | 30k ➵ Yoongi leads Earth, while you lead a withered space station. You go to Earth to settle the tensions that have been brewing between Earth and the space station, and Jeon Jungkook, a broken soldier who holds a deep love for the rain, is there to deliver you. ➵we stan a fellow pluviophile ✊🏻 I am so conflicted over this Min Yoongi >.< but Jungkook is so soft and he really didn’t deserve to live this way :(

first light by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | hotarubi no mori e au | 24.8k (inktae’s synopsis: ) ➵“Have you ever felt like the world is too loud sometimes?” “No. For me it’s always quiet.” ➵This fic wrecked me and made me so conflicted >.< I can never forget this fluffy, masked boy who lives in the woods and silence...

the swirling way of stars by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | fantasy au | oneshot | 19k ➵You’re tasked with showing Jeon Jungkook what it’s like to live a completely normal life. ➵It’s just falling in love with life itself, the simple things, and it’s written so magically...how can you not fall in love?

the train of lost souls by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, lil bits of Fluff | fantasy au | oneshot | 13.6k ➵You have two options when you step on the train: you can live but forget your life, and everyone in your life will forget you, or you can move on and keep your memories for the rest of time. But, how can you choose when part of your soul rests on this train, and the other part longs for someone just out of reach... ➵Once again, I’m a wimp with Time, and the choices really get me thinking...

Pen Pal by @chinkbihh​  ➵Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Final 1/2 | Final 2/2 ➵Angst, Horror? | yandere au | murder and crime au | pen pal au | trilogy | 127.3k ➵Warnings: mental disorders (agoraphobia?), yandere, murder (stabbing)  ➵You sign up to receive a pen pal and are paired up with an inmate, jungkook. You just wanted to talk to someone who could understand what it’s like to be removed from society, but you just may be getting more than you asked for... ➵I love a good yandere fic, there’s something about a yandere’s demented psychology that calls to me, and it’s always so interesting to see how one yandere differs from another, especially in different scenarios. But please please please read and be mindful of the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you.

Quarter Quell by chinkbihh ➵Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | +more  ➵Angst, Horror? | yandere au | hunger games au | ongoing ➵You have resigned to your fate as a tribute in the next hunger games when someone from District Two takes an interest in you...a bit too much of an interest, you’d say. ➵I am a little hesitant to rec this because it isn’t finished, but the premise is exciting and I am really amped for the next chapter in this fic, heck yeah! I mean, heck, a yandere hunger games au? let’s go! But please please please read the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you

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Bonus rec!

I haven’t read this fic, but my friend, Nani, rec’d it to me the other day, and it sounds so exciting :D so I’ll let her tell you about it:

Fan Identity by @tteokggukk​  ➵Fluff, Crack, Angst | enemies to lovers au | social media au | 37 ch series   ➵Influencer!JK is whipped for influencer!reader. Both don’t know they’re interacting with each other on their secret fan accounts. You’re rooting for the two long before they properly meet. But the best part? You’re rooting for their pseudos, Blair Witch and Seagull, as well. ➵I laugh, I pause, I gasp. The conflict between the two mc’s hurt. Honestly, it made the story worth the read.

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Can I also...🥺...may I suggest:

10 Series by @deepdarkdelights | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 | 3 | The Reader’s Tea Analysis ➵10 Seconds | 10 Days | 10 Years ➵Horror? | yandere au | Bouquet Series | 10 Series | trilogy | 29.2k ➵You’re just a college student returning home from a late night out trying to finish up your ungodly college work...but “All it took was ten seconds” and well, now, you’re his. ➵How can I not include my favorite yandere writer, the master of yandere, herself? 🥺 I’m only hesitant because you requested no smut and I respect that, but if you are alright with a small smut scene (I promise there’s not too much) or even just skimming/skipping over it, I would highly recommend this series 🙌🏻 The smut scene is in the final installment (10 Years). It’s an all-time favorite from an all-time favorite writer. But please please please read the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you.

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Happy reading, carissima! I hope at least one of these fics will become your favorite, too ☺️ Let me know what you think as well after you’ve given the authors some love ☺️

Well met!

your fellow reading monster,

tor-mon 🖤

[notchesandbullets]

Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader)

A/N: dedicated to the anon who wanted me to write a oneshot about ojiro giving the reader a gift, this fanfic is for you 💖💖 this is incredibly self-indulgent and ive been working on it for over a month now. its almost done but i’ll post what i have so far, i hope you like it!!

Contains reluctant Aizawa to soft Dadzawa, annoying brother Shinsou, pure Eri-chan, bakugou's notorious cursing, sweet and innocent fluff between reader-chan and Ojiro. First friend Ojiro to best friend and then lover. Featuring the rest of Class 1-A and them acting like hooligans.

Part 1: Crashing into Ojiro, Room Competition, meeting Class 1-A and Aizawa, who has some bad news for you when you’re discovered.

Word Count: 7k 

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the busy city of Musutafu.

Ojiro had planned on taking Tokoyami with him, but his friend was still in the middle of unpacking as he was leaving.

He was on the way back to the dorms from the grocery store with a bag of ingredients and sweets as per Sato's request. It was a bit longer of a walking distance since he was so used to coming from his house and would take some getting used to, now that Heights Alliance was his home.

The streets weren't any busier than usual, but when he saw something flicker out of the corner of his eyes off to the side, he couldn't help but feel as though something was wrong.

Maybe it was his hero blood or something stronger but he didn't waste any time diving into action.

As he rounded the corner, his eyes widened as someone crashed into him, nearly toppling him over. He caught his balance just in time, steadying the person that had collided into his chest but not before he saw it.

Blood matting down your hair had his heart dropping in horror. You were trembling in his arms, positively terrified and it didn't take long to figure out what the cause of your stress was when two more figures slinked out of the shadows.

Ojiro acted quickly, using his tail to whisk the two of you higher until you were out of sight. He curled his arms tightly but carefully around your waist, making sure that you wouldn't fall.

Thanks to Ectoplasm's guidance, he had refined his skills and learned how to be unpredictable.

It wasn't until you two were safely on top of the nearest roof did he loosen his grip. Leaning over the edge cautiously, he watched the strangers bolt off in opposite directions, presumably to look for you. He was pretty sure they didn't see him take you away but he wasn't completely certain. Pulling back, he released you from his hold. But he didn't take any offense to the way you practically flew from his touch.

He could see it in your eyes. Fear as deep as yours shouldn't ever be allowed to get that far, for anyone.

You hugged your trembling body with your arms, desperately willing the anxiety to die down so that you could think straight. All you could think about was running. Far, far away where no one could get to you.

"Ah... sorry to take you away so suddenly like that, but it looked like you seemed to be in trouble." Ojiro apologized.

His sheepish tone made you finally break out of your thoughts and for a moment, the two of you didn't say anything, both of you enamored with the other as you got a proper look.

He didn't think he had ever seen anyone as beautiful as you before. Round orbs blinking up at him curiously, your fuzzy ears perched on top of your head perked up as you met his gaze, bushy tail twitching behind you.

As for you, your mouth dried at the sight of your savior. His golden hair and kind smile made your heart skip a beat for reasons unknown to you. You couldn't stop your tail from thumping excitedly against the rooftop when you saw his tail.

It was much bigger and looked much stronger than yours was and you couldn't stop from bounding over to it eagerly, stretching out a tentative hand to touch it.

But you halted at the last second and recoiled, expecting to be punished for your behavior.

Ojiro frowned, taking notice of your trepidation and offered you an encouraging smile. "It's okay, you can touch it if you'd like."

He lifted his tail slightly, inviting your curiosity forth and a bit nervously, you reached out your hand once again. A wide smile split your features as you felt the soft, short fur underneath, your other hand going up to pet your ears, as if to compare the softness.

Ojiro couldn't help but match your smile at that, finding it adorable. Tucking his legs underneath him so that you could still play with his tail, he breached the topic sensitively.

"What's your name?" He asked quietly. "Who were those guys that were after you?"

At first, you seized up and for a minute there, he was worried he went about asking you the wrong way. But a deep sigh left your lungs and testing the waters, you timidly introduced yourself and began to explain in a concise way, your current situation.

You honestly weren't entirely sure how you got there.

But one bad thing after another landed you in a pretty rough neighborhood notorious for Quirk Traffickers. They looked for people with unique abilities that would sell well on the black market. People paid a lot of money to own those they deemed exotic, particularly kids and teens with quirks that had an effect on their physical appearance.

You were no exception, having been cursed with an extremely rare wolf quirk. All it ever brought you was trouble.

You had heard that quirks were hereditary but yours definitely wasn't. You don't know which ancestor it came from when it appeared out of the blue.

Tiny fangs, fluffy ears and a tail emerged one day. But your excitement of discovering it was short-lived when you were abandoned by your parents the very next day. They had found it disgusting.

Young and innocent, you wandered the streets, not sure what you were supposed to do. That's when they caught you.

You bounced from one owner to another, never staying in one place for very long. You had been brought back to their base of operations in Japan, your last master less than satisfied with you since all you did was hide out of fear of everyone, lashing out when he tried to approach you.

You may or may not have bitten a guest when they tried to touch your ears.

Back in your homeland, that's when you saw your opening.

You didn't know what propelled your legs to start running from the men but pretty soon you were out of breath and out of options. Alone in the alleyway, but not for long, you frantically scanned for an escape route.

And that's when you crashed into him.

A shadow fell over Ojiro's face as he heard you explain your past, hands balling into fists at his sides. He wouldn't stand behind while someone was tormenting you. No hero would allow something like this to continue.

Coming to his decision instantly, he stood up, extending a hand out to you.

"Y/N, will you come with me?" He asked, gaze unwavering. "I think I know where you'll be safe, at least for now."

You paused, skeptical. "I-I... I don't know."

He squatted down beside you, patting your head gently. If there was more time, he would've been more patient but he couldn't help but feel uneasy the longer you guys stayed out in the open. Even if you were out of sight, a rooftop wasn't a permanent place for you to hide out in.

Your eyes went wide but you didn't shrink away. You didn't know why. Anytime someone reached for your head, they always had this glint in their eyes, but this time, he looked desperate.

Desperate for you to believe him.

"You must have a hard time trusting people after all you've been through." Ojiro empathized before urgency seeped into his tone. "I really don't want to leave you alone. My sensei might be able to help you but only if you come with me."

You still didn't look entirely convinced but he didn't blame you.

"If you don't like what he says, then you don't have to listen." Ojiro reassured you easily. "No one's going to force you to do anything. You can make your own choice but let me at least give you more options."

That was what finally made you drop your guard, still wary but choosing to trust him for now. After all, he did save you earlier.

You put your hand in his, cheeks warming as he squeezed it slightly.

"Okay."

The two of you traveled to Heights Alliance, the dormitory for Class 1-A of UA High School. He immediately found his teacher, Aizawa, and told him of your circumstances. The man's rough and rugged appearance caused fear to flash through you but only for an instant.

He concealed it well but he seemed kind. Not outwardly like Ojiro, but it was enough to reassure you for now.

All throughout Ojiro's explanation, you hid behind his broad back, shivering at the way his tail curled around your waist to keep you close to him.

It was weird. It didn't feel restricting like you expected it to, it almost felt protective. You kind of liked it. You giggled as the furry tip of his tail tickled your nose playfully and you batted at it, eyes shining as you momentarily forgot where you were.

Aizawa was silent as his student finished explaining why he had a wolf girl attached to his side, scratching the back of his neck as he racked his brain to come up with a solution that wouldn't land you back in that same place again but also without compromising the safety of his students.

Since you were an orphan and a minor, the police would most likely take you to an orphanage, in which case the people looking for you would certainly find you. Aizawa called Principal Nezu and got permission from him to house you at the dorms until the threat hanging over your head was dealt with by the authorities.

You blinked when he asked you if you wanted to stay with them for the time being while they ironed out all the details and see what could be done for a more permanent residence but accepted his offer with a shy and grateful smile.

Then was the matter of actually carrying it out.

The two wanted to settle you in a room of your own but your ears flattened against your head in distress at the suggestion so they quickly dropped that idea.

Aizawa ran a hand tiredly through his hair, unsure of how to resolve this when you clearly were in danger but didn't want to be left alone. The less people that knew of your whereabouts the better and even though he knew Yaoyorozu would probably do a good job looking after you, you clung to Ojiro's side like glue.

You seemed the most comfortable with him and he figured they could use that for now.

Needless to say, Ojiro was surprised when Aizawa suggested he take care of you until the man could figure out a way to accommodate you without you having an anxiety attack but he readily agreed with a slight blush on his face.

He just wanted you to be safe and happy and he was stunned that his sensei trusted him enough to be responsible for you.

Aizawa promptly handed him a small first-aid kit to take care of the blood smeared on your forehead after ensuring that it wasn't anything serious. It was just a slight nick, shallow enough not to need any stitches since it would heal relatively quickly. He told him to clean it before it got infected and his student nodded seriously.

"You can count on me, Aizawa-sensei!!" Ojiro said, bowing respectfully to thank him for all he had done before leaving.

With Ojiro guiding the way, the two of you snuck through the back door and up into his room for you to get settled in. The other students in his class were bustling around the common floor, moving all their things into their respective rooms, hoping to get it done before dark.

It was loud and chaotic, or maybe that was just your sensitive ears picking up on it more. Curiosity peaked, you peeked around the corner after you ensured you were out of their sight, gaze falling on the activity going on below from the second floor.

Ojiro softly pointed each one of them out, telling you their names as they talked over each other.

"I can't believe we get to live together!!" Ashido exclaimed happily, doing a little dance in front of Hagakure and Uraraka. "This is so exciting!!"

"I can't believe my parents agreed to it!!" The invisible girl commented, undoubtedly puffing out her cheeks.

The red-haired and yellow-haired boys who were wrestling in the corner paused for a second to join in on the girls' conversation.

"Did you have a hard time convincing them?" Kirishima asked, only to be smacked upside the head by Kaminari. "Ow, what the heck man?!"

"Why are you asking such a dumb question?" The electric boy retorted, kicking up his feet and smirking. "She could've always just snuck out of the house if they said no. You know, invisibility quirk and all."

He leaped up with a yelp as something shocked him from behind, whirling around to glare at Jirou, who was twirling her earphone jack around a finger nonchalantly.

She sighed, retracting the other one from where she had send an electric pulse through him. "What an idiot."

Kaminari gripped his hair, nearly tearing it out in frustration. "That's what I'm saying!!"

Sero, who was passing by with a box full of his things, stopped and raised an eyebrow. "You know she's talking about you, right?"

"That's not true!!" Kaminari shouted incredulously.

"It's true." Jirou retorted flatly.

The others in the vicinity burst into laughter and you couldn't help but giggle a bit along with them, muffling the sound behind your hand in fear that they would catch you spying on them.

Ojiro's tail twined around your waist gently, steering you towards the elevators. "C'mon, this way."

That contraption alone was the most nerve-wracking thing you've experienced so far. Luckily, the ride wasn't long but that was the only upside. Your tail swished nervously behind you and you didn't relax until the door to his room on the third floor softly clicked closed behind you.

Ojiro breathed a sigh of relief, glancing up at you. You had made it without being spotted by anyone. Thankfully.

He didn't have many things, so moving in wasn't a problem for him and it didn't take too long. He was one of the first ones to finish, along with Shoji, and helped Sato unpack his things until his friend noticed he needed some more ingredients for the cake he wanted to make later on.

The plastic bag crinkled as he took out the snacks he had found while he was getting Sato more flour and sugar. Your nose twitched cutely and he had to refrain from poking your cheek, lest he scare you off.

Your tail was less frazzled now and he took it as a sign that you were getting accustomed to your surroundings.

His eyes softened as you took in his room, pawing at the neat collection of books on his desk before your attention flitted up to the high shelving above your head.

This time, Ojiro couldn't contain his fond smile as he reached over you to grab what you were longingly looking at.

Your eyes went wide as his chest pressed against your back, he easily reached it since he was taller than you. A small giraffe plushie landed in your hands not long after.

He tilted his head, eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled at you. "Cute, right?"

His little sister, Holly, gave it to him as a going-away present when he moved into the dorms. He missed her so much already but the presence of this little stuffed giraffe soothed his heart.

You held it so gently, as if you were scared you would destroy it.

"Yeah..." You trailed off quietly and he beamed.

It was his first time hearing your voice so unrestrained and free from the fear that gripped you earlier but nothing could have prepared him for how pure and precious it was. He ruffled your hair gently, being mindful of your fluffy ears and looking out for any signs you were uncomfortable with the affectionate gesture.

But his heart skipped a beat when you closed your eyes at his touch, clearly enjoying it and even going so far as to butt your head against his hand in a silent plea for more pets.

You flushed when he chuckled, obliging you for a minute longer until you were like putty in his hands.

The both of you jumped when a loud crash came from downstairs, accompanied by a flurry of enraged shouting and colorful insults even through the many floors. Ojiro casted a worried glance at you but all his concern melted away when a little giggle left your lips.

Relieved that you didn't seem to be too shaken by the noise, he offered the snacks he bought earlier, taking the package and ripping it open for you when you fumbled with it.

Thanking him quietly, you nibbled on the food gratefully. The flavors exploded in your mouth and you positively beamed, radiating the same pure energy you emitted earlier when you had spoken to him.

Ojiro maneuvered around you, finding what he was looking for pretty quickly.

You looked up curiously when he came back, shifting your weight on your knees, unsure of why he was holding a water bottle in your field of vision.

"I need to treat your cut, is that okay?" He asked, unscrewing the cap and pouring a little bit on the cloth he got from the first-aid kit. He didn't want to startle you, so he narrated what he was doing.

You nodded, setting down your half-eaten cookie carefully and brushed back your tangled hair as much as you could so that it wasn't in the way.

Your breath caught in your throat when he moved closer to you. He angled your chin up, gazing into your eyes as he wiped the blood away first to assess the damage done.

"It's going to sting a little bit." He murmured, preparing the antibiotic.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you gripped onto the lapels of his blazer, practically ripping it as your claws came out when he dabbed the cut. You whimpered in pain, tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes at how much it hurt.

Ojiro faltered, your whimper sending a spike straight through his heart and he hastened, not wanting you to be in pain any longer. But he was thorough, well aware that if he didn't do a good job now, there was a chance you would have to endure it again. As soon as he disinfected it, he applied a couple butterfly closures to aid the healing process.

It wasn't bleeding anymore and he sighed in relief.

You panted heavily when he was finally done. Rubbing your eyes furiously, you blinked through your blurry vision, frantically scanning the room as his warmth suddenly disappeared.

"Y/N-chan?"

The voice was close by but not close enough. Your breathing started to pick up, hands clammy and tail fluffed out. An obvious sign you were stressed.

"Y/N-chan!!"

This time, it was a lot closer and you sank back, relieved beyond belief as the familiar sensation of his tail encircling your waist returned.

You stammered out his name, blindly reaching for him.

"Where did you go?" Your whispered, fingers trembling uncontrollably as he pulled you into his chest.

"Just had to put away the bandages." He reassured you, concerned with how quickly you were to losing it. "Are you okay?"

Your ears flopped back and forth at how vigorously you nodded, as if you needed to convince him like your life depended on it and his mouth twisted into a small frown.

"You don't have to do that." He said, going to pet you once more, smiling in relief as your tail finally stopped lashing behind you.

"... 'm sorry." You mumbled sadly, clutching onto the front of his jacket.

"It's okay." Ojiro replied, stroking your hair to calm you down. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Just how much pain had you endured?

This time when he stood up, you were okay. Somehow comforted that he wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon, you polished off your snack as he got something else from the closet.

"Here."

You perked up at the sight of the blue hoodie in his outstretched hand.

Ojiro laughed at your expression of awe as you accepted it and ran your fingers over the material. "You seemed cold so how about you hang onto this for now?"

It was one of his lounging hoodies that he didn't wear too often but it was rather warm and would hopefully stop you from shivering. That tattered dress you were wearing looked like it was about to go any second. He didn't want to know how weak your immune system was to be freezing cold in the middle of August.

You beamed happily, bowing repeatedly. "Thank you, Ojiro-san!!"

It had gotten stuck over your head when you tried to pull it down though and with a muffled squeak that gained his attention, he tugged down the hem, smiling when your ears and flushed face popped through.

Just when I thought she couldn't get any cuter... He thought to himself as you began to run around the room, climbing on anything and everything once he told you that he didn't mind.

His clothes swallowed your smaller frame and he found it incredibly endearing with the way you would flap your arms around, claiming you had sweater paws. It fell just above your knees, keeping it modest.

He steered you away from the balcony for now, wanting you to stay where he could keep an eye on you.

After a few more hours of you getting adjusted, you had tuckered yourself out and curled up into a ball on the floor at the foot of his bed.

Ojiro frowned once he noticed you taking a nap on the hard surface, abandoning his studying at his desk to take you in his arms and placing you in his bed.

You stirred, heavy eyelids struggling to open as you croaked out, "W-What? Ojiro-san, what's going on??"

"You can't sleep on the floor, Y/N-chan." He chided lightly. "It's not good for your back."

Sleepy haze diminishing, you bolted upright, nearly smacking him in the face when you realized where he had put you.

"I can't sleep in your bed!!" You burst out incredulously.

Ojiro hushed you, worriedly glancing at the door as if his friends would come barging in without any warning but luckily they didn't. He didn't put it past them but this was one time where he didn't want them to do that.

He tried to ease you back down but you wouldn't obey.

"Don't worry, the sheets are new." He reassured.

His eyebrow furrowed when you shook your head violently from side to side, wondering what you were so worked up about. You tried to climb out and he let you but didn't let you go too far.

"What's wrong?" He asked quickly, the possibility that he had offended you coming to light. "I didn't mean to—"

"I'm not allowed to!!" You suddenly blurted out.

He did a double take and you looked over his shoulder, your eyes darting everywhere else besides him.

Crouching down to your level, he soothed you gently. "Hey, it's okay. What do you mean you're not allowed to?"

You absentmindedly picked at the wound closures on your forehead, swallowing thickly when he took your hand in his to prevent you from messing with the bandages.

"Y/N-chan?" He prompted.

Your mutter was so quiet he had to strain himself to hear you right and when he did, he asked you to repeat it because by All Might was his blood boiling if he heard you correctly.

You gulped, intimidated by the brazen anger in his eyes, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie.

"They said we're animals and called us dirty. We're not supposed to sleep where humans do." With each word, you got quieter until his face was right in front of yours. "They were right... weren't they?"

Squeaking as you got engulfed in a hug, you tensed up and he broke it, apologizing profusely.

"I'm sorry, I just," He ran a hand through his hair, conflicted. "They couldn't be more wrong."

He didn't touch you but he didn't need to for you to feel his warm presence extending out towards you and covering you in the most love you've experienced since your parents left.

"You might have an animal quirk but you're human just like the rest of us and don't deserve to be treated any less than that by anyone." He emphasized, then pounded a fist to his chest. "From now on, I'll look out for you and show you what it's like to be treated like an equal, as a friend, if you'll let me."

Ojiro held out his hand. "Deal?"

You sniffled, unbelievably moved by his kindness after only knowing you for less than a day. "Deal."

You sealed it with a handshake and he gestured to the rumpled bed behind him.

Waving his hand grandly, he proclaimed, "Your napping space awaits."

He internally winced at how corny that sounded but hearing your laughter ring in the air more than made up for it. As he helped you settle beneath the covers, he reassured you constantly but patiently that you really were allowed to sleep in a bed and no, you weren't bothering him or being a burden.

After that, you couldn't fall asleep right away and he really didn't want to study anymore so the two of you talked.

He told you about his family, how he got into UA, stuttering nervously a couple of times only to shoot you a grateful smile when you didn't judge or make fun of him. He told you about his little sister, a cute, precious little girl who was growing up faster than he liked to admit. Retelling and entertaining you with stories of his classmates and their adventures, his tail flicked up excitedly when you started to chime in with experiences of your own.

Things you could remember from your past. Foods you liked, hobbies you had, friends you liked to play with, and he listened attentively through it all. When you started to drift off, you sleepily mumbled offhandedly how you liked it when he patted your head or rubbed your ears.

And you especially liked it when he would hug you with his tail.

Ojiro just smiled softly, tucking the blanket around you before brushing the hair away from your face. You looked so peaceful. He got to his feet and stretched his arms over his head, jaw dropping in surprise when his gaze landed on the bag discarded on the floor. He had completely forgotten about that.

Shaking your shoulder to rouse you from your tranquil state, he whispered apologies when you finally opened your eyes.

"I'm so sorry I woke you up but I have to go to Sato-kun's room really quick to give him the flour and sugar I bought earlier, okay?" He rushed out, tripping over his words to get it out faster so that you could go back to sleep.

"Can't I go with you?" You mumbled, still half asleep.

Ojiro shook his head, remembering what Aizawa said about exposure. Sure, he trusted his classmates but there was a big difference between what he wanted and what was logical. Your chances were better off with the less that people knew you of your whereabouts so he refused, even though it nearly broke his heart when you trained your wide orbs on him.

Pushing out your bottom lip slightly, tears collected at the corner of your eyes. "You don't want me there?"

He was quick to kneel down by your side, unable to stop himself from pressing his forehead to your temple in a desperate attempt to make the sadness in your voice fade away.

"No, no, princess, it's not that at all." The pet name slipped out faster than he could stop it but he didn't even stop. "You're safer here for right now. And I'll only be gone for a minute."

He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. "Okay?"

You mustered up a wobbly smile for him. "Okay..."

He wanted to text Sato to come to his room to pick it up so that he wouldn't have to leave you but that would stir up questions, especially since he wouldn't allow his friend inside and that would undoubtedly create a mayhem within his peers at what he was hiding. For aspiring heroes, they were still teenagers after all. And they loved to bug each other like it, too.

Ojiro sighed as he forced himself to detach from you, tucking the blanket securely around you before he stepped quietly out the door.

For once in his life, he kind of wished he wasn't living with his classmates.

After he left, you tried to quell the anxiety and insecurities. Twisting and turning, your mind raced, spiraling out of control. He didn't abandon you, he was just returning something to his friend. He would be back soon. He promised you.

But as the minutes ticked by, it felt like hours and you couldn't wait any longer. Throwing off the covers, your legs shook as you stepped towards the door. However, you froze in place and your ears twitched, picking up the sounds faster than the average human which normally would've given you an advantage but you couldn't move in time.

The door flew open with a bang, slamming into the wall and making you jump nearly five feet into the air. On the other side stood the girl with pink hair and skin that you had seen earlier, along with the electric boy and a few others you didn't recognize.

You shrunk back as the group exploded into chaos, directing questions towards you faster than you could process or fend off on your own. Your panic rose as they flooded in, clutching your hands tightly to your chest at the overwhelming amount of people in the cramped space.

Then, your eyes widened as someone shouted frantically for them to move, shouldering his way through until he came to you. You willed your feet to move but they wouldn't obey no matter how hard you tried, your body still frozen in fear. It didn't matter though because he reached you within seconds.

"Guys, seriously, back off!!" Ojiro shouted above the clamor, his tail pulling you close and tucked you under his arm. "You're scaring her!!"

At the strain in his usually light tone, his friends started to quiet down one by one and he turned his full attention on you.

"You okay?" He murmured, cradling your jaw and inspecting your face for any hint that you might've been hurt.

You didn't say anything, just threw your arms around him and brushed your nose against the crook of his neck, scenting him. His warm scent eased you and brought you back down bit by bit until your feet were planted firmly on the ground.

Even though he had no clue what you were doing, it was making the tension wound in your body disappear fast so he didn't have any issues with it. But his breath hitched as a soft rumble emitted from the back of your throat in contentment, squeezing you once before letting you go. He didn't detach his tail from you though, using it as a wall to keep his overeager friends from coming too close.

Ojiro let you do what you needed in that moment and in the minutes that followed, his friends began peppering you with questions. He let you keep your face nuzzled into his chest as you shyly answered them but he answered for you whenever you hesitated so that you wouldn't be put in an uncomfortable position of refusing them.

He had already seen what you were like when something that was normal for them went against what was ingrained into you and his arms curled around you tighter in an effort to protect you.

You were thankful for him taking most of the pressure off of you, timidly straying from his side when he encouraged you to talk to the girls a little bit more. You warmed up to them much faster than the rest, your eyes brightening up excitedly when they told you there was a girl among their friend group who had a frog quirk.

He sighed as Yaoyorozu and Ashido led you away from the boys with the rest of the girls in tow to go to a space where the environment would be better for you. Feeling bad that the secret had gotten out already, he winced as he thought of the penalty he would face once he told Aizawa.

Kaminari smirked, leaning against the doorframe after you exited. "Man, where have you been hiding her?"

Ojiro shot him a look that told him to keep quiet, not in the mood for playing around. "That's not funny."

"C'mon man, we're just teasing." Kirishima added on, not picking up on the tense energy of the room. "You could've at least told us you had a girlfriend, she's really cute."

"If not a little shy." Sero grinned, elbowing him in the ribs teasingly. "Don't worry, it's not like we're going to steal her away or anything."

"You should not have a girl in your room, Ojiro!!" Iida declared, chopping his hands in the air to emphasize his point despite the inconsiderate snickering occurring on the other side of the room by the three of them. "It is not appropriate!!"

Shoji, Sato and Koda all elected to remain silent, studying their friend's shadowed expression as their other classmates relentlessly teased him.

Forehead creasing in annoyance at the continuous jabs, Ojiro blurted out, "Guys, stop!! It's not something to joke about!!"

He sank to the floor, head in his hands and for the first time since they burst in, the guys finally took notice of the way his shoulders shook and how anxiety seemed to roll off of him in waves.

"She's in real danger." Ojiro told them quietly. "There are bad people looking for her so you guys can't talk about her, alright?"

"Please." He begged, not caring how desperate he sounded.

All he wanted was for you to be safe. All he wanted was for you to live the life you had been robbed of without having to look over your shoulder to see if someone was following you or not.

Shoji uncrossed his duplicate arms, stance broadening. "We won't."

"Yeah," Kirishima inserted, rubbing the back of his neck, ashamed of his behavior earlier. "Sorry man, had no idea."

Scattered apologies followed his and reluctantly, Ojiro raised his head, mouth set in a determined line. He didn't answer too many questions about your situation, wanting to keep as much of it as he could private until he knew how you felt about telling them and stood up. Now that damage control had been dealt with, all that was left was to tell Aizawa.

Piece of cake.

Back with the girls, you were dragged back to the elevators to get to the girls' side. Since Jirou's was the closest, you guys went there. Your expression filled with awe at the many instruments that hung on the walls, wanting to touch them but you didn't want to get in trouble so you kept your hands stiffly by your sides.

Ashido enthusiastically led you to the plushiest spot on the floor and for a second, you were reminded of the little stuffed giraffe Ojiro let you play with when he caught you looking at it. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips and you jumped when the girls squealed.

"Who are you thinking about?" Ashido pried, eyes glimmering with mischief. "It's Ojiro-kun, isn't it?!"

Your mouth opened and closed, unable to form a response to that. You covered your ears when she shrieked excitedly, taking your silence as your answer and dancing around the room.

"Mina-chan, calm down, you're a little too loud." Yaoyorozu told her gently before reaching over to pat your shoulder. "Where did you come from?"

Mouth parting in shock at how blatant she was being, you twiddled with the strings of Ojiro's hoodie. "Um, well, they told me that my breed is mixed so I don't sell as well as a purebred but I'm fast and—"

"Oh goodness no!!" Ashido interrupted, eyes widened in horror and if you looked around you would've seen all the other girls wearing that exact same expression. "That's not what she meant!!"

Tilting your head to the side clueless, you frowned. "It's not?"

"No!!" Yaoyorozu exclaimed, horrified by what you had to have been through to respond like that on instinct. "I meant how did you get in the dormitory, in Ojiro-san's room nonetheless!!"

"Ah, well... that, um... I—" You cut off your stammering with a frustrated sigh. "I'm not sure how much I'm allowed to tell you."

"That's okay." Uraraka reassured you easily.

Her energy reminded you of Ojiro.

"Is it true that you're in danger?" Jirou spoke up for the first time since the gang of girls invaded her room.

Your jaw dropped in shock but your expression cleared when she waved her earjacks around pointedly. That must've been how she could hear and judging by the timing of her question, you concluded that Ojiro must have been the one talking about your circumstances. And since you didn't feel like he would knowingly put you into danger, you told them what you told him.

Their expressions crumbled before you, losing all semblance of their happy-go-lucky personalities as disbelief took over.

Yaoyorozu's eyes filled with tears. "You had to endure all of that alone?"

"That's horrible!!" Ashido cried out.

"I'm so sorry!!" Uraraka and Hagakure shouted simultaneously.

"I can't imagine what that must've been like." Jirou said, her eyes sad. "You're here now though, so Aizawa-sensei must've given you permission."

You nodded, knees tucked under you as you gripped the hem of the blue sweatshirt. "Yes, but it was only supposed to be a temporary solution and no one else was supposed to find out."

Hesitating, you gulped. "If... If this gets out, I—"

"Don't worry, Y/N-chan!!" Ashido exclaimed, shooting to her feet and pumping her fist in the air. "We'll definitely protect you."

Jirou nodded, fueled by her friend. "Yeah!!"

"You can count on us!!" Hagakure jumped up beside her.

"They won't be able to touch you anymore now that you've got us!!" Yaoyorozu declared determinedly.

"Let's go!!" Uraraka cheered. "Plus Ultra!!"

You burst into sobs at their overwhelming support despite only having just met them and the girls crowded around you in the best group hug you've ever received.

After that emotional roller coaster, they were going to bring you back to Ojiro's room since that's where you wanted to stay for the night but they heard your stomach growling and collectively decided to feed you with whatever they could find in the kitchen.

Yaoyorozu was pretty sure there was some leftover pizza that the guys had bought earlier that day.

Your protests fell on deaf ears as Ashido and Uraraka dragged you all the way there, Jirou trailing behind as Yaoyorozu and Hagakure ran ahead.

"You don't want your own room?" Jirou questioned when they finally released you.

You shook your head. "I... I don't really like being alone and Ojiro-san is my first friend I've had in a long time, so I... I trust him."

She nodded understandingly. "I get it."

"That is soooo cute!!" Hagakure swooned, balancing several boxes of various packaged Japanese snacks in her arms.

You blushed beet red, flushing further when the girls cooed at how cute you were. Pulling the collar of the hoodie up to hide your smile, you pleaded for them to stop embarrassing you. Tea kettle whistling on the stove as Yaoyorozu prepared some jasmine tea, Uraraka brought out the pizza box she had just found from the industrial-sized fridge, handing it to you after heating it up.

"Isn't this someone's food?" You questioned, not touching it. You didn't want to eat it if it belonged to someone.

Jirou pushed it towards you encouragingly with her earphone jack, smirking. "Trust me, Kaminari won't miss it."

You decided to take her word for it.

You had barely finished half a slice when the front door opened and the chilly night air blew inside. Turning around, you hopped off of the stool you were perched on and ran to Ojiro, who had an extremely exhausted Aizawa in tow.

Ojiro caught you easily, wrapping his tail around you out of instinct. It was getting to be a habit by now.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he checked you over.

You giggled, prying his hands away from their dutiful inspection. "I'm okay."

He breathed a sigh of relief but the two of you stiffened when Aizawa cleared his throat from behind him.

"As much as I don't want to interrupt whatever that is," He droned monotonously. "This has gotten a lot more serious."

You shared a worried look with Ojiro and gasped when his tail tightened around your waist ever so slightly.

"You can't stay here." Aizawa told you, fixating his eyes on the students who moved to object, more flooding in as their sensei's voice carried clearly. "You need to come with me, I'll find you a place to stay for the night."

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Truth or Dare?

So this was the outcome of a realization I had at 3 o’clock in the morning (Why can’t I ever just sleep?!), and I wanted to share. This was supposed to be a drabble, but it ended up getting longer and longer lol (Shows that I can’t write anything under a thousand words to save my life!) 

Pairing: Kiro x Reader Word Count: 1,058 Genres: Pure Fluff!

Anyway, go ahead and enjoy this bit of sweetness!

“So, Miss Chips,” Kiro said as he smiled mischievously. “Truth or dare?” 

The two of you were sprawled across the furry floor-rug of his home, enjoying a rare day off. Both, you and Kiro had decided just to spend a comfy and cozy day at home today relaxing, and Truth or Dare had been the result of much musing over what to do with your time. But honestly, with the look Kiro was giving you at the moment, you were starting to regret suggesting this.  

You wearily eyed his twinkling eyes, and slowly parted your lips. “Dare..... But nothing too extreme!” 

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to do this!” He scooted closer to you, his impish grin never fading, and continued. “I want you... to post a confession on Moments about who your first love is!”

He playfully wiggled his eyebrows as he plopped his chin in his palms, seeming almost proud of himself. You almost slapped your forehead, since you were expecting something like this. After all, this was Kiro we were talking about. You gave him your best super unhappy face and brought out your phone. Kiro immediately approached you. 

“No peeking!” You warned, curling up and hiding your phone from his view. 

“Aww, why not?!” Kiro pouted, looking incredibly offended. You had to refrain from rolling your eyes at him. How can one person be so cute but so naughty at the same time?

“You’re going to see it on Moments anyways, so just give me some space for now.”

“Fine....” He gave in. He pulled away from you and rolled around on the rug, playing with its faux fur like a neglected little kitten. The view actually managed to elicit a small smile out of you, unsurprisingly. Kiro was the only one who was able to make your heart melt in a matter of seconds just by being himself.

Anyway, back to the dare!

You opened Moments and thought for a while. The dare Kiro had given you had been a pretty straight forward one; there was really nothing much to think about. But still, that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

If only I could... 

Suddenly, a thought flashed through your mind and you quickly typed it out, smiling to yourself internally. He would never see this coming!

As soon as you smashed the Post button, a resounding ‘ding!’ came from Kiro’s phone. The blonde’s eyes lit up and he immediately opened the app to check your so-called ‘confession.’

A few seconds later, he responded with a loud whine.

“Miss Chips, this isn’t faaaiiir!”

He flashed his screen in front of you and you saw the words ‘This is out of the blue but... Ezio Auditore da Firenze was the first love of my gaming life!’ staring at you. There were already comments like ‘Lmao, this is so relatable!’ and ‘Omg, I remember there was a time I was absolutely obsessed with the dude. Good times, good times...’ You looked back at Kiro and nodded at him with faked seriousness, relishing the refreshing reaction.

“You asked me to post a confession about my first love and I did.”

“Yes, but this isn’t what I meant!”

“Well, you never specified, did you?”

“Y-yeah, but....”

You shrugged and gave him a small smirk. “You only have yourself to blame, Kiro. I found a loophole and I took it.”

Kiro let out a defeated sigh and grumpily put his hand on the bottle that the two of you used for spinning. He glared at you. “I’ll make you pay for this, just you wait!”

His statement made you sweat drop. Did you unintentionally just dig your own grave? 

No, scratch that. You had dug your grave from the moment you suggested this game.

So the game resumed, and the second you saw the tip of the bottle point towards you once again, you knew that the Gods weren’t on you side.

Kiro’s sly grin stretched across his lips as he slowly crawled towards you like a tiger stalking towards its prey, rapidly closing the distance. “Miss Chips~” he called in a sing-song voice. “Truth. Or. Dare.” 

You were too afraid to find out what kind of dare he would give you after that last one, so you went for the obvious. “Truth.” 

His smile grew wider, if possible.

You swallowed nervously.

“So Miss Chips, after that last stunt you pulled... I think you deserved to be punished.”

“P-please go easy on me...” You stammered, unable to look away from his blue-eyed gaze.

“Relax. It’s not a death quest or anything,” Kiro chuckled. “Just an answer.”

“A-an answer?” He was so close now, merely inches apart. His warmth breath fanned across your cheek and made your heart hammer against your rib cage. Now you were nervous for a completely different reason. 

Kiro’s eyes suddenly took on a tender, affectionate light. His smile turned warm and gentle, like the early morning sunrise. The sight was so painfully beautiful, it made you want to cry. “Yep. Just an answer.”

You waited for him to continue as you inched ever so slightly closer to him, drawn in by his intoxicating scent, eye-lids growing heavy. That happened a lot, apparently; Kiro’s smell was just that addictive.

Kiro closed the distance and pressed his lips against the shell of your ear. His saccharine voice that whispered was as sweet as honey and sent a flurry of shivers down your spine. “Tell me, who is your real first love?”

“D-don’t you already know the answer to that?” You breathed out, your hand reflexively landing on his shoulder, your face blazing hot.

But Kiro wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He wrapped his arms around your waist and drew you against his body, deliciously entangling your feet with his own. He nuzzled into your shoulder, his fluffy blonde hair brushing against your neck, and he breathed in your scent. “Mmm,” he murmured against your flushed skin, planting a kiss over it. “I don’t. Won’t you whisper it to me?” 

He lifted his head and looked at you with his sparkling, jewel-like eyes and you just couldn’t bear to look away. “Who’s your first love?”

No longer able to control yourself, you grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and tugged him closer, placing your lips against his ear and whispering....

“You are.”

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meeting the kids

authors note: OKAY LISTEN- i honestly need to learn how to write good imagines (especially about the aged up characters) so i’m about to get serious lol- but i hope that people give me some criticism on my imagines :’)  

synopsis: you and shota have been in a relationship for almost a year but you get the feeling he is hiding something from you, so you find out he has kids, and you just so happen to meet all 20 of them.. in the mall.. when one of them was hitting on you..

warnings: fluffy fluff :’)

word count: 1.6k words 

aizawa shota x !fem! reader

shota has been crazy busy ever since the new school year started, it was 1 am in the morning and he still had his face shoved in his laptop constantly typing away. the two of you moved in together a month ago and you understood that being a teacher was really hard but now it felt like he was barely in your shared apartment, heck he barely spoke now. you brought him a cup of water and he thanked you and got back to work, so you sighed and put your head down on his shoulder and proceeded to inhale his scent. “you've been at it for a while shota.. i think you need to take a break,” your voice was muffled by his neck. “kitten i really need to get the this report done, i’ll go to bed in a few minutes i promise i’ll be there soon,” he groaned out out of stress, and kissed your forehead and turned his attention back onto the unfinished report. you sighed and walked towards your shared bed and got comfortable underneath the blankets and checked the time once more.

“why does midoriya have to get into trouble 99% of the time, i just want to go to bed already..” complaint after complaint the report was almost finished, he turned back to you laughing at your cute bed head as you tossed and turned in your slumber, oh how he wished to just hold you and go to bed already but this group of first years were troublesome so he worked harder than ever to spend more time with you, his kitten.

you have been on edge for quite some time now. ‘is he really hiding something from me?’ for the past month your boyfriend has been undeniably busy with his job and you were 100% sure that there was something going on. as a secretary of fatgum’s agency you knew of only one U.A student and that was amajiki but he was a third year and you highly doubted that he knew anything about shota’s class. ‘what if it is a teacher?’ you really did hope it wasn’t that given scenario. nothing made you more sad than the fact you barely could see him at work. 

meanwhile at U.A the students were talking amongst themselves. “did you hear about how aizawa sensei might have a significant other?” ochaco whispered to tsu and jirou as they were walking through the halls. “all i know is that they have been together for about a year or so based off of his conversation with all might..” tsu and ochaco nodded at the given intel, the entire class was really curious on their teacher ever since the school year started. “but shouldn’t we be focusing more on training as of now? since we have to keep up bakugou.. ribbit” as the three girls got to the class they stopped at the door to see everyone making plans. 

“as class 1-A’s representative we as a class should become closer to form more unity between all of us, thus will make our group stronger,” everyone looked around to see each of the students nodding in agreement. “ohh let’s go to the mall! there is a karaoke place and a really good manga store at the one near the school,” the black haired girl had stars in her eyes at the thought of spending money, todoroki just wanted to waste his fathers money while everyone else was excited for karaoke. “that is a great idea momo! we can scope out all of the hotties” everyone took the time to stare down at mineta. “I’LL GO IF ONLY THAT GRAPE HEADED FREAK STAYS AWAY FROM ME.” “calm down bakubro.”

“thanks for coming with me shota i really need to get something for my friends birthday,” your boyfriend smiled at your thoughtfulness, you always had a generous demeanour so he couldn’t help but go with you to the nearby mall on his off day. “it’s okay kitty i worked out something with the ladies at the front desk to carry on my work for me, so you have my full attention.” an arm was lazily draped over your shoulder, “doesn’t one of them have a thing for you?” you asked, the feeling of guilt flooded you because doubting him was never something you would do but with how busy he was at work it felt weird to think about it; he could’ve given his co-workers his work and spend more time with you and this feeling in your gut made you feel so selfish. 

he stopped you from walking any further, and gently got you to face him and hooked his fingers under your chin to tilt you head to look up at him, “why would i dwell on that when i have you kitten.” you felt like you were on cloud nine and it made you feel safe and loved. you smiled and looked straight into his eyes, and kissed him on the lips to really show that you were happy in his arms and the two of you were on your merry way to the mall to pick up the items you needed. 

on the other side of the mall however was chaotic. the class 1-A gang, was charging towards the building, “please refrain from causing trouble, i will not have our school’s reputation be tainted by our outing!!” “iida calm down your yelling is creating a scene.” it was a sight to see 20 children together all at the same time. “how about this, since the boy’s are likely to whine about following the girls on a shopping trip it let’s split up and come to the food court at around 2 pm giving us two hours to get everything done and then we can spend one more hour after we eat to do karaoke.” toru asked the class in which they agreed. in full honesty everyone was trying to avoid bakugou’s rage in public. 

however mineta had other plans..

his plan was to follow the girls until they got to a bathing suit shop, for his own ‘research purposes’ that involved a camera. so he did everything he could to not get caught by the girls. so the moment he got to the shop he had a sickening look on his face. but what really sought his eye was a silhouette in the store that he couldn’t resit from taking a picture or two. unfortunately that lady was you..

the longer you took to choose the bathing suit you wanted to give to your best friends you felt an odd presence and you knew for a fact that it was not your boyfriend because you know he was getting you a drink from the food court. since you ‘ate too little at home.' you stopped what you were doing and you looked around, really got spooked, but there was no one watching you. the only other people in the store you saw was a group of girls that were engrossed in the variety of choices to choose from. 

all was good until you felt a breeze shoot up your skirt, and with your luck you weren’t wearing  any shorts underneath and you also heard a camera click. you looked down and screamed, “help t-theres a p-pervert!!” the store clerk looked in your direction, the girls in the store did nothing except face palm at the sight of the ‘pervert’ a few seconds later a bunch of high school boys ran into the store, “MINETA WHAT ARE YOU-” “sir, calm down please there are police officers are coming to handle this situation."

you couldn’t believe it, you were an adult and you were getting peeped on by a high school boy. you were trying to get as far away from the guy as possible and prayed that your boyfriend was coming soon.. “y/n are you okay?! i came as soon as i heard- MINETA WHAT IN WORLD ARE YOU THINKING HARASSING A WOMAN IN PUBLIC.” you were purely confused because you have never seen shota so angry, and most importantly you were confused on how he knew the pervert. 

“AIZAWA SENSEI?!”

“so you’re telling me you left mineta unsupervised, but you forced bakugou to go with an entire group?” “in our defence sensei, bakugou is technically a weapon of mass destruction.” you were amused at the sight of aizawa acting like a teacher was undeniably hot to you. “and you,” he snapped his head towards ‘mineta’ “you will have to be on class duty for the rest of the year for hitting on my girlfriend, do you understand me?” and thats when chaos ran loose with the girls. “THIS IS HIS SIGNIFICANT OTHER?!” “WOAH I THOUGHT THEY WERE FRIENDS” “ I THOUGHT HE WAS DATING PRES MIC” and thats when aizawa face palmed and you peeked behind aizawa, "you should introduce yourself y/n."

“u-um hi, my name is y/n l/n and yeah i’m dating your teacher.. you don’t have to call me sensei or anything and i forgive you mineta, i’ll make shota’s punishments lighter on you i promise.” you timidly say to the class and they were dumbfounded. “CAN YOU BE MY MOM?!” “AIZAWA SENSEI SHE’S THE ONE.” "MARRY THEM ALREADY." and you just stood there and smiled and interacted with them for a little while until you told them all to go home. 

as the two of you were walking back home you took shota’s hands to stop him from walking any further and let go of his hands to now cup his face, “so this is why you were being secretive, cause you have a pervert, a weapon, and a bunch of our shippers in your class. what an interesting group you got there,” and you proceeded to kiss his lips with a smile on both your faces. “yeah every time you asked me to go to bed i was writing baout my problem children.” he laughed and you were relieved. “sho can i tell you something?” “yes kitty you can tell me anything on you mind.” "have you thought of marrying me?" shota giggled,

"i wouldn't have it any other way."

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BLOODRIGHT - VAMPIRE JAEHWAN AU - CHAPTER 5

Hello!!! I wanted to upload this for Valentine's but I didn't get to it with my work schedule. But, I hope you enjoy the fluffiness anyway~ Please let me know what you think! ❤

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Shock must have been apparent on your face because Jaehwan chuckled.

"Why do you look so surprised? Am I not allowed to think you're pretty?" He crossed his arms and looked at you disapprovingly.

"I....it's not....of course you are allowed to do anything you want! I didn't mean to imply--"

"Y/N, I was just teasing you. But I do honestly think you're pretty." Jaehwan smiled again and it caused you to blush.

"Oh....um, thank you." You put your head down, not knowing how to respond.

"Now that Charlie is going to be okay, why don't you go get some more sleep? He needs to rest too and then later I can give you a tour of the house."

"But--"

"No getting up early. I must insist that you sleep until at least 9 o'clock every morning."

"Nine?! But, half the day is gone by then!"

"There's no reason for you to be up early, remember? Come, I'll take you to your room." You followed him silently. You felt uneasy. You were not used to this way of life. But, Jaehwan was kind to you and you wanted to abide by his wishes. Perhaps you should give it a try. But you still felt that guilt gnawing away at you that you were supposed to do something; contribute somehow.

You didn't see Jaehwan stop and you bumped into his back.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you okay?" You tried to brush off his back, worried that you might have dirtied it. He caught your wrist gently and sighed.

"Y/N, it's going to take a lot more than that to hurt me. I'm fine. I stopped because I wanted to ask if you were hungry. I could get you something before you sleep."

"Oh....no, I'm not hungry. Thank you, though. I rarely eat breakfast. I will probably fix myself something for lunch."

"No." You looked up at Jaehwan who carried a serious face now. Maybe he didn't want you in the kitchen after the mess you made last night.

"I'm sorry. You probably don't want me in the kitchen after last night...."

"No, I mean, you don't need to fix yourself anything. All you need to do is ask and you'll have it."

"I.....I can't do that."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't be waited on, Jaehwan. I can't...."

"Y/N, I know this will take some getting used to," you followed him up the stairs, "but they are not slaves. They chose, happily, to work here. They enjoy what they do. I've heard many of them gushing over you already. I won't force you to eat but at least let me take care of you."

Finally, after everything you'd gone through, hearing him say that cause tears to burst from your eyes. You tried to put your head down and hide it but Jaehwan noticed. He stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to you. You stood on the step below him.

"Y/N? What is it? Why are you crying." He lowered his body a bit and looked at you.

"I.....I...don't know."

"You don't know?" He chuckled, obviously amused by your dilemma.

"I was prepared to hate my life here. I assumed you would place me in a barely furnished room, keep me healthy, and then feed whenever you wanted."

"Is that what your parents told you?"

"Um........not in so many words." Jaehwan sighed as he tried to control his anger. He patted the top of your head and forced a smile.

"Well, they had one thing right." Jaehwan leaned closer and you froze, gripping the handrail to keep from falling. His head tilted to the side and for a moment you thought he was going to bite you. "I will keep you healthy."

"A-And the other stuff?"

"Well, you've already seen your room earlier so it definitely isn't poorly furnished. As for feeding.....I only require that once a week. How does that sound?"

"You're asking me?"

"Yes, I won't bite you just out of the blue. Unless you want me to." You shook your head. He was still too close and you couldn't help but notice that he smelled of fresh rain. Which was odd considering it hadn't rained for weeks. You wondered why you hadn't noticed it before.

"Hmm, I didn't think so." He straightened back up and walked forward towards your room. When you attempted the same, your feet refused to work and you somehow missed the top step. You cried out and felt yourself toppling back. You closed your eyes and waited for the hard stairs to meet your back but it never happened. When you opened your eyes, you saw Jaehwan staring at you in concern. You hadn't even moved two inches before he had caught you.

"Are you hurt?"

"No.....no, I'm fine. Thank you. I-I must have missed that top step."

"Good, come on, let's go." Jaehwan put his hand firmly in yours and led you the rest of the way. His hand wasn't cold but it wasn't warm like a human's either.

"Why aren't you cold?"

"What?"

"Oh, sorry, that was a random question, wasn't it? I just noticed that you aren't cold. I always assumed vampires were cold."

"A perfectly relevant question. My body reflects what the temperature around me is. It just depends."

"I feel like I know nothing about vampires. It seems as if everything my parents told me is a lie."

"I'm an open book, y/n. You are welcome to ask me anything."

"I don't even know where to begin."

"Then ask as you think of it. I'll answer anything that's in my power to." He stopped in front of the door to your room. You had only briefly entered when he had fixed your hand but left when Charlie arrived. Jaehwan opened the door and gestured for you to enter first. The fireplace at the far side of the room was blazing and the room felt warm.

"It's warm in here!"

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"No, it feels nice. Thank you for allowing it."

"For the sake of my sanity, I will not pursue that comment." You froze, knowing if he did you would have said something else that would have angered him about your parents.

"It's a beautiful room. I love it, thank you."

"I'm glad. I fear that I am inept at decorating so I asked Penny to oversee it. There are a few rooms in the house that are unused but she chose this one for the view over the grounds. It's difficult to see now but when the sun is up you can see quite far."

"I look forward to it. Please let Penny know that I love it."

"I will. Now, get some sleep."

"Alright." Jaehwan smiled and left the room. His feet made no sound as he walked on the floor. You wondered if it was a vampire thing. You considered writing your questions down so you could ask him later.

Finding a stationary set in the desk that sat next to the large picture window, you wrote your question down and put it back in the drawer. You found a nightgown in the huge closet and tried to ignore the amount of clothing in it. Climbing onto the tall bed, you settled amongst the blankets and surprisingly drifted off to sleep.

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Later on that morning you woke to a crashing sound. Startled, you jumped out of bed and ran out of your room. Looking around, you saw Charlie running towards you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Charlie barreled into you and you struggled to stay upright.

"What's wrong, Charlie?"

Just after you asked, Jaehwan and Penny sped up the stairs, worried looks on their faces.

"I-I......I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to drop it! My hands were soapy and I got dizzy and....and...." Charlie's sobs cut off his words. You hugged him to you as your heart broke.

"Charlie, come with me." Jaehwan's voice was serious and you looked up at him. His face didn't wear its usual smile.

"Jaehwan, wait."

"Y/N, stay here with Penny. Charlie, come on." Jaehwan was serious! Fear and dread consumed you. Did Charlie break something important?

Charlie put his head down and followed Jaehwan down the steps. You watched as his slumped shoulders went out of sight. You looked to Penny for help.

"Penny, I--"

"It's best to let Jaehwan take care of it dear. Come on, you need to get dressed. You can't be wandering about the house in just your nightgown." Penny ushered you into your bedroom and shut the door. You were too worried about Charlie to be concerned with your attire. Nonetheless, Penny forced you to get dressed-thankfully without a corset.

You had just finished dressing when there was a knock at your door. Running to it, you threw it open to see Jaehwan. His lips were set in a line and his arms were crossed over his chest. You didn't see Charlie anywhere.

"Where's Charlie?"

"He's being taken care of."

"What? What does that mean?! Where is he? Was he punished? I'll take it! I'll take the punishment instead!"

"Are you sure? It hasn't begun yet so there's time."

"Of course! Charlie is my responsibility so I will take any punishments that he is due! Please!"

"Alright, if you insist. Penny, you come along. You may need to hold her down."

Your eyes widened when you heard Jaehwan's words. What exactly was the punishment? He had told you no punishments but you supposed that was technically for training. You guessed it didn't include breaking things. You swallowed hard and followed Jaehwan as he left your room. Your eyes were trained on the floor, taking each step carefully. You were relieved, however, that Charlie would be spared.

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, Jaehwan turned towards the kitchen but went, instead, into the large banquet hall beside it. He opened the door but everything was dark. The lights were all out and you assumed the curtains were drawn to keep out the midday sun. Jaehwan pulled you forward to stand in front of him.

Suddenly, lights flickered to life in the room but you kept your eyes focused on the floor. You didn't want to look up to see what he had prepared for a punishment.

"SURPRISE!!"

You screamed and turned around to run only to run right into Jaehwan's chest. His hands held your shoulders and turned you back around. You didn't step forward and your back was now flush against Jaehwan. All of the workers stood around the banquet hall clapping and laughing. Various dishes were spread throughout the room. A large cake sat in the middle of the floor adorned with pure white flowers and icing. Jaehwan leaned down and whispered into your ear.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N." Your cheeks flushed and tears formed in your eyes.

"Birthday....?" Jaehwan chuckled at your obvious confusion and panic.

"It's still your birthday, Y/N. Everyone here wanted to help you celebrate. You even have presents." You followed where Jaehwan's finger was pointing and noticed a table with well over a dozen presents sitting atop it. Various people around the room shouted Happy Birthday at you. Embarrassed beyond belief at being the center of attention, you tried to run but Jaehwan stopped you.

"No, no running. You don't get to hide."

"But......but, I don't need all this. They should be enjoying their own time, not having to join in all this."

"Everyone gathered together and wanted to do this for you. I didn't command it. It was actually their idea. I was going to give you a small party but they overruled me actually. They want to be here."

"Charlie! Where's Charlie? And what about the punishment?" You turned your head to look up at him.

"Did you honestly think I was that bad of a person to punish a little boy like that?"

"But, he broke something..."

"Something easily replaceable. Even if it wasn't, I'm not going to punish him for what was obviously a mistake. There is also no way in Hell I would let you be punished in his stead. Both of you are under my protection. You will not be harmed. Understand?" Jaehwan smiled and curled a hand around your cheek. You nodded although you could barely see him through your tears.

"Good, now, stop crying. People might think I'm bullying you." You laughed at his words, feeling much better than when you had descended the stairs. "Do you want to try your cake?"

"Sure." You turned and Jaehwan walked along beside you to the cake. It was a huge cake, You had no idea how they had managed to create something like that in the short time you'd been asleep.

"It's a big cake isn't it?" Jaehwan asked and he knocked on the cake table twice.

In an instant, the top of the cake burst open and Charlie jumped up.

"Surprise, Y/N!" Charlie looked the happiest you'd ever seen. He was grinning ear to ear with his arms stretched out in celebration.

"Charlie! What are you doing?!"

"I helped Prince Jaehwan." Jaehwan reached up and helped the boy out of the cake. Charlie looked up at Jaehwan the way sons would look at their fathers. "Did I do a good job, Sir? I told you I was good at fake crying. She really believed it, huh?"

"Yeah, kid, you did a great job." Jaehwan ruffled Charlie's hair as the boy stood next to him obviously proud of himself. You must have looked confused so Jaehwan explained.

"Charlie was in on the whole thing. I gave him an old vase to drop from his bed and break. He was never in trouble. When I brought him down here while you were dressing, we put him in the cake. I knew you would try to take his place so it was easy to get you down here."

You stood, mouth agape at their shenanigans.

"I can't believe you did all of this! I don't know what to say."

"Didn't I tell you she'd be embarrassed?" Charlie snickered beside Jaehwan who laughed in response.

"You were right. She even tried to run from the room. But enough of that. Let's have a party!"

The people in the hall cheered and began to roam around, trying different foods and mingling. They genuinely looked happy so your spirits lifted a bit.

After a few hours, the amount of people in the room began to dwindle. Jaehwan declared a day off for them for working so hard. He even included tomorrow as well. Everyone was so happy and wished you happy birthday again and again. Your presents had been taken to your room so you could open them later and avoid further embarrassment.

Soon, the only ones who remained were Penny, Min, Jaehwan, Charlie, and yourself. You were dancing around the hall with Charlie to the music coming from the piano played by Min.

"Y/N," Jaehwan stepped up to you and you stopped dancing with Charlie, "dance with me?"

"O-Of course, but I don't really know how."

"I can teach you."

Jaehwan slipped an arm around your back and pulled you to him. You placed your hand in his and he started a slow waltz. He murmured instructions in your ear and you tried desperately not to be affected by them so much.

"Y/N, did you really think I was going to reprimand you earlier? Even after all I've said?"

"I....um, honestly, the thought crossed my mind about your promise of no punishment but I considered that maybe it applied only to training. I thought maybe it didn't apply to breaking something."

"Y/N, look at me." You complied but you had to admit that staring at his crimson eyes was causing butterflies in your stomach. "It applies to anything and everything. I feel as if I should apologize for scaring you, though. I actually counted on your doubt so as to enhance your surprise."

"Well, it worked. I've never had anything like this. I've never seen such a huge smile on Charlie's face."

"I heard him wake up so I went to recruit his help. I do believe he has a crush on you."

"Haha, yeah, I don't think so. He just sees me as a big sister."

"Y/N, I may be a vampire, but I'm also a man. I know that look when I see it."

"But--"

"Don't worry about him, he'll figure it out himself. He's a good kid." You nodded and continued dancing with Jaehwan. You were getting the hang of it now and you had to admit that you were having a good time.

"I want to thank you for....everything. This my first birthday party and I loved every minute."

"You are very welcome." Jaehwan smiled at you and the butterflies in your stomach took off.

"Jaehwan?" Penny called from the other side of the room and you jumped. You had forgotten anyone else was there. "Charlie has fallen asleep, I'm going to take him up."

Jaehwan nodded but didn't resume dancing. Min stopped playing and you felt at a loss. In all honesty, you wanted to dance more. You wanted to be in Jaehwan's arms again.

And that thought alone scared you more than any punishment you had ever faced.

"Come on, I'll show you around the castle."

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The Magic of Dust

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The story of the Marauders as they go through all 7 years at Hogwarts. However this take place in a universe where your soul manifests as a daemon. Which is a magical animal that is apart of you and cannot be separated from you.

For those who did not read His Dark Materials, daemons can transform between different animal representations when you are young, but will eventually find a final form when you grow up.

Daemons usually express what you are feeling deep down and are extensions of the people they are tied to.

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Sirius

“MOOOOOTHEEERRRRRR SIRIUS IS DOING IT AGAIN!”

Sirius heard his brother Regulus yell as he ran down the stairs towards the day room to fetch mother. Tattle tale he thought to himself.

“Hurry up before she comes, at least if you’re at the bottom you can deny it” Puddles his daemon said slithering from his arm to the banister. Puddles was currently a King Snake and his red band stood out in great contrast to the dusty green and dark black wood that made up the dingy dark stairwell of the Nobel and Most Ancient house of Black.

“Ok” Sirius said and he swung his leg up over the handrail and took a deep breath. He looked down the 5 stories of twisting staircases, It looked higher when he was perched on the edge. He steadied himself and then pushed off sliding down in circles as the staircase twisted magically to keep him from turning too sharp and flying off at one of the landings. Puddles slithered down the banister after him laughing as he went. He managed to pick up more sped then he anticipated and by the time he got to the last floor he couldn’t stop himself.

“SLOW DOWN!” Puddles yelled turning into a small fish crow to fly down after him faster.

Too late Sirius thought before he flew of the end and rolled into the hallway scraping his back across the carpet. Sirius then collapsed sprawled out on the floor. Man, that was a rush, totally worth the bruise. Puddles landed ontop of his chest and instantly turned into a fluffy back dog tail wagging furiously.

“That was awesome. Why don’t we do that to come downstairs everyday?” Puddles said.

Sirius was about to reply exactly why they didn’t when he heard the unmistakable sound of clacking heels heading towards them. The person who was the exact reason he didn’t do it every morning. Sirius jumped up quickly trying to look nonchalant and bent down to pick up Puddles who on que turned back into a King Snake and slithered up his sleeve just in time for Regulus and his mother to turn the corner.

“Hello Mother. I was… ummm… Just headed upstairs to change for supper” Sirius said trying to control his breathing so it wouldn’t sound like he was panting.

“Where is Pudicitiam?” His mother demanded. Pudicitiam was the name his parents had given his daemon when he first appeared when Sirius was 4 and a half. Pudicitiam meant ‘Pure’, something his parents had chosen because of a the Black family motto ‘Toujours Pur’. Sirius hated the name and the motto. He didn’t fall for the nonsense that pureblood were superior like he was constantly told. He also didn’t appreciate the Black family tradition of parents naming both their children and their daemons. As far as he knew that tradition was pure Black.

Walburga regarded him up and down. She was a tall thin women with a thick dark dress that stretched to the floor with long sleeves and a turtleneck that went all the way up to her chin. Her dark hair was pulled back tight into a high bun. Her presence was haunting and intimidating. It was also exasperated by the King Cobra daemon that slithered up beside her and hissed at him in displeasure. Sirius held out his arm and Puddles slithered out slowly keeping cautious eyes on Insignus, his mother’s Cobra. Having not caught him in the act she didn’t seem to have much to yell at him about.

Snakes were commonly the daemons of pure blood families. That tradition was common across Europe. Sirius was told ever since his daemon appeared that snake daemons signified superiority, intelligence and power. The greatest wizards of all time, Salazar Slytherin, Merlin, Grindelwald, The Minister for Magic, and anyone who was of any importance all had snake daemons. Stories even said Salazar Slytherins’ daemon was a Basilisk the most powerful snake of all. So from a very young age his parents made sure his daemon stayed as a snake, because a Black heir with anything but a snake for a daemon would be disgraceful.

Unfortunately Puddles hated staying as a snake, and whenever he was alone Puddle would usually transform into a small shaggy black dog. A few times when he got upset or angry Puddles would change without notice and his mother would get angry and usually punish him, especially is company was around.

“Very well, go wash up and put on some nicer clothes. Uncle Cygnus and the girls are coming for dinner to celebrate you going off to school tomorrow.”

And with that dismissal Sirius quickly as he could without running scurried up the stairs.

He didn’t notice until he got to the second landing that Regulus was following him into his room.

Sirius let him in, closed the door then turned on him.

“Why do you always have to run to mother?”

“You could have hurt yourself” Regulus said crossing his arms in anger. Sirius saw Nobella Regulus’ Smooth greens snake daemon poke his head out of Regulus’ collar tongue out sensing the air. She then whispered something in his ear and Regulus made a scrunched face.

“I’m sorry, I’m just upset you are leaving tomorrow, and I’m going to be all alone” Regulus said with a bit of a whine.

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You won’t be alone. I’ll write to you everyday. And then next year you’ll be coming with me.”

Regulus looked at his feet but stayed quiet as if he had no retort.

“Come on, you can wear my favorite velvet robes to dinner. I’ll ever tie your tie” Sirius said reaching out to pull Regulus to his closet to try and cheer him up. As much as Regulus annoyed him he couldn’t stand to see his baby brother upset.

He would miss Regulus but he was too excited to go to Hogwarts to saying much else. He instead spent the rest of the night playing pranks on Bella and Cissy to keep Regulus smiling. Hopefully that would make up for it.

James

“James stop bouncing like that”

James’ mother scolded him as he stared up in awe at the glistening maroon train in front of him spilling steam onto the platform. Students and parents were running around greeting one another, pulling trunks onto the train and hugging their parent’s goodbye. Beside him Bahaadur was impatiently stepping in spot like he couldn’t wait to get on the train. James reached down and patted his back to calm him. His golden fur was soft to the touch. Today Bahaadur was a lion, and although he didn’t have a mane James thought he looked impressive non the less. He was proud of his daemon, when he was close and excited it made him feel 10 times more confident.

His mom knelt down in front of him. “Did you pack your extra jumper?”

“Yes”

“Your extra trainers?”

“Yes”

“Your extra set of quills and ink?”

“ummmmm… maybe” James said with an innocent smile.

His mom tutted at him.

“Don’t worry we’ll send them along in the mail” She said pulling him into a hug.

James blushed feeling embarrassed but hugged her back. She smelled of spices and freshly made bread. Beside him Sahaanubhooti (or Hooti for short) his moms swan daemon place her head on Bahaadur’s back in a farewell. When they finally broke apart his father came up and clapped him on the shoulder.

“You make us proud son.” Then he bent down and hugged him too. Raksha his tiger daemon then took his turn nuzzling into Bahaadur in his own farewell. When he stood up he said “The house is going to be so quiet with you gone.”

His mother laughed at that. “The elves will be bored with all the idle time.”

The train whistle blew, and the crowd stated forward.

“Oh you better hurry or you’ll miss the train” His father said guiding him forward.

James got onto the train and his father levitated his trunk in after him.

“Make sure to write at least once a week” His mother called waving.

“And stay out of trouble.” His father called.

And with that the train pulled out of the station. And the last view James had of his parents was them waving to him on the steamy platform.

Now by himself in the busy train hallway James was feeling a little worried. He had never been apart from his parents for more than 24 hours and now he was on his own. Bahaadur was now in his young stag form and his legs wobbled a little, which to James showed he too was worried. Bahaadur leaned against his leg either to comfort him or to comfort himself. Either way James appreciated the gesture.

James looked down at Bahaadur and Bahaadur looked up at him and together they said “ Maybe we should find some first years to share a trolley with?”

Sirius

After Creature the Black family house elf came back from bringing his trunk on board Sirius ran onto the train as fast as he could. He heard his mom calling after him but Sirius was so close to freedom that he couldn’t hold himself back. The only thing he heard was his mother shouting that he should write home before the end of the week and to remember not to consort with halfbloods. He also heard his father say something along the lines of coming home for Christmas, but both things he promptly ignored. He took off down the train corridor away from the carriage he knew Creature left his stuff, the same carriage his cousins would soon be coming to sit in. Sirius didn’t want to be around when they got on or he might get stuck with them the whole train ride. He made it through 2 carriages before the train started moving, by the third it was full steam ahead and the crowd who were waving out the windows started to disperse. When he got to the 3 carriage he was full running through the halls dodging people. Puddles was running beside him now in his black dog form which he changed into once they were out of sight of any Black family members, jumping over trunks and weaving between legs to keep up with Sirius.

He was almost to the door to the last train car when he accidently lost his footing a bit and slammed into someone, sending them both tumbling.

“BLOODY HELL!” The person shouted as he collided with him.

“Shit, Sorry mate” Sirius said quickly getting back up and offering the stranger his hand to help him up.

The guy looked his age. He had dark brown skin and spiky messy black hair and round glasses on. The guy looked both confused and irritated but took his hand none the less and Sirius helped him up.

“Sorry” He said again. “I was just trying to get away from my cousins.”

“No problem” The boy said. “You a first year?”

“Ya, you?”

“Ya. I’m James, James Potter, and this is Bahaadur” He said gesturing to the young stag standing beside him.

Puddles walked up to Bahaadur and sniffed at him, apparently, he liked what he smelled because he lowered his front and began wagging his tail like he wanted to play. Puddle never took to anyone’s daemon so quick before, so Sirius took that as a good sign. Plus, he knew the name Potter. His mother said the Potters were blood traitors, but Sirius knew enough about the intensive pureblood family tree he was forced to memorize to know the Potters were still pure blooded. So technically he was still obeying his mother’s orders.

“I’m Sirius, Sirius Black.” Sirius said offering his hand out for a shake. “And this is ummm….”

Sirius was about to say Puddles, but knew that would sound stupid and thus make him look stupid. But he wasn’t about to call Puddles Pudicitiam either, since then he would look super stupid as well as a prat. Quickly he tried to think of a name.

“Uhh. This is Fidèlami”

“Cool. Umm if you’re a Black why is your daemon a dog?”

“Oh ummmmm” Sirius rubbed the back of his head. “I’m not really fond of snakes. Mother hates when ummm Fidèlami looks like this, but she isn’t here so…” Sirius trailed off unsure what to say.

“No problem. I hate snaked too” James said scrunching his nose. “Anyway let’s find a car no point hanging around in the hallway”

Sirius followed James back into the very last cart and they searched for an empty car. They were all full except the very last one which had 4 people inside with two spare seats left. The four people inside looked about their age so James and him decided to go in.

Remus

Remus was so nervous he could barely hear to train whistle blow from the platform. He only got on just in time when his mom let him go from a big long hug and his father quickly ran him to the train to get one just in time. Once alone Remus went straight to the very back compartment. He was hoping he could stay solitary so as to not run into anyone. He had never been around any wizards, or muggle, let alone anyone his age. His parents kept him at home not only to keep him safe and secret, but also for the safety of others.

Remus understood why they did it. He was dangerous. Remus was a werewolf, and if anyone found out he would be in big trouble. Not only could he hurt someone if he got loose on a full moon, but the ministry would also take him away from his family to love under more ‘secure’ conditions. Remus didn’t know what these conditions were, but he really didn’t want to find out. The only thing worse than being taken away to a more ‘secure’ place would be if he accidentally hurt someone during the full moon. Then he would be ‘put down’, at least that’s what the ministry called it. So, Remus made the decision to take his father’s advice and stay away from others, and not get too close to anyone. If someone figured out what he was they would tell someone, then he would be in a lot of trouble, and Professor Dumbledore would get into trouble as well.

Remus never thought he would be able to attend Hogwarts. And if it wasn’t for Dumbledore he wouldn’t. He remembered when Dumbledore came to his house to give him his letter. His parents were so scared, they were especially scared when they found out Dumbledore knew what he was. But it turned out Dumbledore didn’t care. He offered Remus a place in his school for magic and reassure both him and his parents Remus would be safe. He would have a safe place to transform, a hospital to spend his days in after transforming and a matron to help heal him. It seemed too good to be true, yet here he was on his way to school. Remus really didn’t want to mess this up.

He sat by himself with Ileuad with daemon in his lap, gently petting her as he read his copy of Hogwarts: A History. She was currently in her Cotton Tail Rabbit form, which she stayed in most of the time. Having her close and warm against him helped calm his nerves. Ileuad was usually a quiet daemon, but today she was eerily quiet. Remus though this probably had to do with the fact they were both very scared for what lied ahead. So to calm his nerves he pulled out a book and began to read occasionally reading out cool facts to her. She simply nodded and nuzzled in closer to his chest.

Unfortunately shortly after he settled in 3 people had joined the compartment. A small Red head with bright green eyes and a mourning dove daemon on her shoulder. A think long nosed kid with dark greasy hair and tattered robes just like Remus’ with a small brown bat daemon clinging to his collar, and a bring blonde chubby boy with pink cheeks and blue eyes with a. chubby racoon daemon. They quickly introduced themselves as Lily, Severus, and Peter, and their daemons, Curant, Potio, and Aspecta, before Remus smiled and went back to his reading. However, he noticed Ileuad secretly listening to their conversation seemingly curious as Remus continued reading.

'This is fine. They mind their business ill mind mine and it’ll be perfectly ok.' Remus thought.

He just got to a chapter on the founders when the compartment door slammed open. The boy named Peter jumped at the loud crash, but Severus and Lily continued on with their heated conversation. Remus glanced over his book and the two boys took their seats and introduced themselves to Peter. The boy beside him was named James and his deer daemon was named Bahaadur. James had Messy black hair, that he kept making more messy by running his hand through it, and a mischievous smile that looked like he was ready to set something to explode. The by who sat down beside Peter also had Black hair, but his was longer and well groomed, pulled back with a black silk ribbon. His eyes were also grey not brown like James’. His name was Sirius Black, and his furry black dog daemon was named Fidèlami or Fid for short apparently They both wore expensive looking robes that weren’t Hogwarts issued meaning they were both probably from rich wizarding families. Peter eagerly started talking with them. Remus went back to his book.

He finished the chapter on the brief history of the founders and started a chapter on the magical architecture of Hogwarts.

'The grand staircase of Hogwarts contains 52 sets of moving staircases which provide access to the 13 floors of the castle. 54 sets on Wednesdays, and 50 during lunar eclipses. It is unknown who initially charmed the staircases to move of their own free will, however many historical documents rumoured is was the founder Rowena Ravenclaw who initially magicked them to life. There is currently no way to determine the pattern in which the staircases may move'. Remus read.

He was however distracted when the boy beside him suddenly seemed to shout at the greasy big nosed boy .

“Why would you want to be in Slytherin. Who wants to be a dirty great snake”

The greasy hair boy turned slowly to face James, his face was blank but his eyes seemed to fill with hate.

Ileuda discreetly nudged him to look at James who’s daemon was now the form of a lion who was posed aggressively on the set next to him staring at Severus and his daemon who’s daemon had changed into a snake now slowly circling his upper arm hissing as Snape replied back in a cold tone.

“Let me guess. You think you’ll be a Gryfindor.”

“I don’t think I know. Only brave and daring people get into Gryfindor”

“Not to mention stupid and foolhardy” Severus said with a sneer.

James stood up so quickly Remus almost dropped his book to wrap his arms around Ileuda. But Sirius stood up too and put his hand on James’s chest.

“He’s not worth it. Plus if yu hit him your fist would just get covered in grease” Sirius said pushing James back a little. But Remus noticed that although Sirius’ voice was talking James down his Daemon’s hair was standing on end and he was growling and baring his teeth at Severus.

“Leave Severus alone you prats” The girl named Lily said standing up.

“Oooooh getting your girlfriend to defend you Snivellous” Sirius taunted.

Lilt ignored this and grabbed Severus’ hand. “Come on, let’s find another compartment. Maybe one with better smelling people in it” And she pulled Severus out of the compartment after her.

Once gone both James and Sirius sat back down. James huffed out seemingly irritated and Sirius laughed a bit like a mad man. Soon the car fell silent again.

After a few second Peter broke the silence.

“So we know what house James want to get into. What about you Sirius?”

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Grand Mage: Cold Delusions

A small writing with Wind and my own character in it! They’ve just gotten snowed into a cave after getting separated from the group during a snow storm. Also a warning for mentions of mild abuse and violence.

She cradled the tiny hero in her lap, pulling her cloak tightly around them both. His body heat spread throughout it, causing a warm feeling of pain to blossom across her skin. She was so cold. She put all her energy into making sure he was alright and okay and warm, and he wasn’t going to let her be cold anymore.

The sailor pushed his back against her, making sure to pass along as much body heat as possible. Her lips were blue, skin pale, and despite her attempts to hide it with a closed mouth, he could hear her teeth chatter. Her cloak. Her magic. She used it all during the time he was unconscious to heal him and keep him warm.

Grey-blue eyes appeared without life more than before, and with lids threatening to close, never to open again. He had to do something to keep her awake.

“Do you have any siblings?” It was a sensitive subject to all the links, regarded as something personal that one would only choose to share if they were able. Wind, the youngest of them all, was lucky to have family about.

“What about you? You said you had one didn’t you? What was her name?” The mage redirected the question onto him, and he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Aryll. I really miss her, but I’m sure she's strong enough to be fine without me there. What about you? Any siblings you’re missing?” It felt odd to ask, since Magic always acted like she was alone, and it even felt like she never had companionship before.

A moment of silence passed. 

“Yes.” Solemn. Her tone had so much emotion in it, all in one word. He shouldn’t have asked.

“I have-”, she paused a moment, “had many siblings, but the one I miss most, that's my younger brother.” Her voice was calm, but betrayed emotion, a quiet sadness that teemed with peace.

“What was his name?” The tiny hero asked, shifting to get comfortable in her lap.

“Arbole.” Before Wind could say anything she spoke his mind. “Would you like to hear about him?”

“Yes.”

She was silent for a time. Wind could practically hear the gears turning in her head, and see her split eyes flash with memories despite being empty. Everything became colder, telling the boy that the sun had set, despite the magic fire before them.

“He had hair just like mine. Black like the night sky without stars, fluffy like a tornado tore through it, and soft like a child's blanket.” Her head tilted and she set it down on his own. “I remember one day, he came crying to me, saying that our father wouldn’t let him grow his hair out. I had the brilliant idea that I would grow out my hair for him, since dad would let me, and he loved that. He really did. He’d brush and braid and do all sorts with it, he loved it long, and he loved it like it was his own.”  It wasn't a fluid speech, nor did it sound very conscious, but her rambling the sailor decided, was better than her falling asleep and not waking up.

“Is that why you have that long braid in your hair?” Magic’s hair was odd. It was mostly short, but at the back of her head was a long strand of hair that she always braided, so much longer than the rest.

She hummed. “Back home, in my Hyrule, it's a symbol of letting go and forgetting the past when you cut your hair. And I really, really, wanted to keep some of it long, just for him. So I could never forget.” She nuzzled her cheek against his hair. “I didn’t want to forget him, or his face, or the things he liked and the things he loved to do...” She trailed off.

“Magic?”

“Hm?” 

“You alright?”

“Mmhm.” He was worried she had passed out finally, but it seemed her eyes glazed over, despite her scars. “I think, I think I can show you him.” Wind stayed silent, letting her get through the fog in her mind.

She raised her head, and breathed in deeply. And when she breathed out, a beautiful blue dust spread through the air. It swarmed before them, the fire dying down enough for it to be seen, before turning into the shape of a person.

It was a child, a preteen at most, but most definitely younger than the little hero. A small smile adorned them, with open eyes that Wind couldn’t see the color of, due to it being small lights linking together to show a figure. He could see short hair that flowed in every direction, slightly chubby cheeks, and a puffed out chest showing confidence. 

“I can barely remember it, his face. My sight has been gone so long that when I try thinking of it, all I can see is darkness sometimes. I forget I can show memories like this, but you can see him, right?”

The boy was silent for a moment, absorbing all the little details that could be seen.

“It’s amazing, he’s got wild hair just like you said.” She laughed lightly, and without much energy, though it sounded content nonetheless.

“Your hair reminds me of his, that's the little bit he’s like you, other than the slight optimism.”

He shuffled in her lap, “Who else is he like?”

“Time, a bit of Wild as well.” She huffed, seemingly amused with herself.

“How's he like them?” He needed to keep her talking, until her lips weren't so blue, and her skin not so pale.

“Ha, he always acted so confident when other people were around. Unless it was me or Sarita, he would always act so strong and diligent, I get it though. We were born to a mistress, you see, not the family lady at the time, and that made it difficult to prove our worth. And so he acted like he was big and strong so he could get the attention he needed as a kid. So he could prove himself.”

“And what about you? Was being a mage good?”

“Ha, ha,” she trailed off with light laughter, the sailor being able to feel her chest heave with the motions, “I wasn’t a mage then, I was a swordster just like everyone else in my family.” The increase of the painful tingles on her skin caused her to move, just a bit, to try and get the warming process over faster.

“I was a prodigy. Well, that's what they called me, that’s what my father called me. Fourteen short years of training with a blade and showing my skill and he decided..” This fade wasn’t from exhaustion, the boy could tell, at least not physically.

He moved his hands from his lap, and placed them on her forearms, pulling her closer.

“What did he decide?” 

“He decided I would unsheathe the sword. We-we were the Great Family you see, and this blade was passed down for centuries upon centuries. And he decided, a year early compared to the tradition, that I would unsheathe that blade, not attempt, he was absolutely sure I would wield it.”

“I..I, there were so many people there, at the ceremony. Kings and royalty of other places, and important people I didn’t even know. It was terrifying. I was at the center of it all, no knowledge of if I could do it or not. My father assured me I would unsheathe it, but deep in my heart, I felt otherwise. I was right. I was right.” Her breathing became uneven, and tears slowly fell from her eyes. She was shaking, not from the cold, but pure emotional force.

“I failed to wield the blade. In front of all those royals and leaders and legends, I failed. I failed to become one of them, despite what my father said.” She paused for a moment, a soft hiccup escaping her.

 ”The sword, no, the spirit in the sword denied me. It embarrassed me right then and there, and I hurt my family’s pride, everyone's. And my father..oh by Hylia-he was furious, embarrassed, tarnished. He bragged about me for so long before this, claiming something that wasn’t set in stone. And when everything he said became nothing more than childish boasting, he imploded, and exploded, too.” Her temperature rose during her speech, the tears warming her face and dampening the young hero's hair. The hero of wind didn't dare move, nor flinch at the warm droplets now rolling down his head.

“He, later that night, confronted me in my room. He shouted and screamed, and broke things and swung the blade about, he was it’s wielder at the time, and I knew, I knew what was going to happen.” Her words spilled out, rushed and panicked, the fear of reliving it in her mind pushing her forward. “He took that sword, the one that denied me, and he…” She took a shaky breath.

“And he blinded me with it,” her voice quivered, “and my hand, he put that cursed thing right through it. He-he said something along the lines of, ‘this is so you can never wield a sword again, so you can never embarrass this family again’, it hurt. It hurt.” Her tears were in full form, and she whimpered quietly, digging her face into his hair.

“I-I passed out after he, after my hand was-pierced, and when I woke up, everything was ashes. Everything. My whole home, the whole valley, my whole family. I-I miss him so much,” she hiccupped,” I miss his smile, and how he loved cooking with me and Sarita, and-and-” 

Lurching, she moved her head away from him. “I deserve it all. For being a failure, that was my punishment. Losing him and everything else.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” the boy said quickly, moving his back from her and dropping his hands, raising them to soothe her. His little appendages floated in the air for a moment, unsure of what to do. He shouldn’t have brought it up.

He took a risk. Some of them don’t like being touched, some of them don’t like telling people things, or receiving comfort from anyone. But he took the risk, and he hugged her.

He held onto her torso, hugging her tightly, being kind to avoid her stomach.

“Hey, Magic, Magic,” he placed his head over her heart, listening to the rapid beating and feeling her chest heave with the effort of breathing, “it’s okay, you’re okay now.” Neri once mentioned how people spill out trauma when they can’t hold it anymore, and when they feel safe, and to someone they trust. He wanted her to trust him after this, to feel better if possible. It wasn’t just about helping her physical health now, if she trusted him, even when delusional from the cold's effect, he wanted to help her.

“You’re strong, Magic, you know that, and to all of us, you’re not a failure. You’re an amazing and wonderful person. You help people and hurt people, but that’s life- and you didn’t deserve what he did to you or what happened to them. You didn’t deserve it.” He tightened his hold, if he was a little stronger, he’d probably keep her from breathing. “You can’t wield that blade, but it doesn’t change the fact you’re an important person to us, that you’re just as much a good person as the rest of us, Magic.”

“Marion.”

He stilled a moment, as her breathing slightly hiccupped. He mumbled out a ‘huh’, just barely audible.

“That, that’s my name. I’m not a Link, like you all, sorry.” She tilted her head down, sniffling and avoiding the boy's gaze. He leaned back, but didn’t let go, hands gently hanging on her waist. A soft smile found itself on his features.

“That's a lovely, lovely name.” She laughed softly, and then her face was solemn again. Her shaking still persisted, though it wasn’t as bad as before. And her skin was turning red, while her lips lost some of the blue that painted them. Her body was warming up.

Wind opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again. Settling on hugging her once more. Words won’t fix the emptiness that she felt now, but sometimes, actions are more comforting than words. And the links? Well, they knew that best.   

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Love/Angst Prompt

(Thomas x Amanda) with the prompt of reconciliation after a breakup as requested by anonymous

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) Red Carpet Diaries Fan Fiction

A/N This isn't from any of my AU's, but let's see how these two go about a reconciliation. Plus, I found the perfect GIF for the beginning of this. Seems meant to be. It gets a tad overly romantic toward the end. I blame the Hollywood setting and listening to Michael Buble´ as I write. Happy Fluffy Friday!

Song Inspiration: Micheal Buble´'s You'll Never Find A Love Like Mine

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Part 2 

Masterlist

Once Again, Please

"What's he doing?" Holly whispered.

Shannon climbed on top of Addison's desk and looked through the upper window into Thomas's studio office. Her eyes widened at seeing him pour a glass of scotch and down it. "He's drinking!" She whispered.

"It's ten thirty in the morning!" Addison covered her mouth at her own outburst.

Shannon ducked when Thomas turned toward the noise. "Please, please, please, don't have seen me." She pleaded.

"Holly!" He yelled. "Come in here."

Holly groaned. "Coming!"

She calmly picked up her tablet and walked into his office. "What can I do, boss?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets. "Have a car ready for me at 11:30."

"At night?" She asked.

"What? No, as in an hour from now." He snapped. "I have a lunch I have to go to."

"Is that why you're dressed up?" She asked.

He brushed his hand down his suit and ignored her question. "Make sure it is here at 11:30." He took his jacket off and sat down at his desk. He tried to focus on work instead of the real reason he was dressed up. He glanced up and noticed that Holly, Addison, and Shannon were peeping at him through the window.

"Dammit." He muttered. "Ladies, get in here. Now!"

His three former students walked in and stood before him. "Mind telling me why you are watching me?"

Shannon swallowed nervously. "We...we were wondering how you are. It's been a while since you dressed up and you never drink early in the morning."

"You haven't gone out to lunch in ages." Holly added.

"Does this have anything to do with Amanda?" Addison bluntly asked.

Thomas tapped his pen on his desk, causing the three to squirm under his silent, narrowing gaze. "Thank you Ms. Sinclair for not beating around the bush." He leaned back in his chair. "In response to your unwanted concern, yes it does have something to do with Amanda."

All three stared at him in surprise.

"Have you met someone new?" Shannon asked.

"Please tell me it's someone we actually like." Holly began to dread dealing with some of the women she knew were interested in Thomas.

Addison narrowed her blue eyes. "You're having lunch with Amanda, aren't you?"

He nodded. "No, Ms. Wright. I haven't met anyone new. Addison is correct, I am having lunch with Amanda."

Addison sat down and ignored his glare at her doing so without him offering. "Did she invite you or did you ask her?"

"Neither." He ran a hand down his face. "Her literary agent set it up."

"So this is a business luncheon?" Shannon sat down on his couch. "Not a date?"

Thomas avoided answering directly. "She has a new screenplay that the studio is interested in."

Holly frowned at his glass that still held drops of scotch he had downed moments ago. "How long has it been since you last saw her?"

Thomas stared off into the distance. "About four months."

"That's when it all ended." Addison sniffed.

Thomas rolled his eyes and tossed her a box of tissues. "Calm down. It wasn't your relationship that ended."

"You two were so great together." She blew her nose as tears fell. "If you couldn't make it last, what hope do the rest of us have?" Her tears fell faster, causing Shannon to sniff and start crying too.

"Holly, get them out of here!" Thomas ordered. "I am not in the mood to deal with this." His jaw dropped when he saw Holly swiping at her own silent tears. With teary wishes of luck, the three ladies left him alone.

He needed another drink after that interrogation and display of emotion.

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Noon at Mastro's Ocean Club

"No, my agent didn't tell me who I am meeting." Amanda held her phone closer to her ear and turned the volume up while following a hostess to the private dining room. "Thank you." She said to her as she sat down.

"Hopefully it is someone you can work with." Olivia frowned in concern. "You're not going to try and see Thomas while there, are you?"

Amanda nervously smoothed the tablecloth as she thought about him. "No. He doesn't seem the type that would want to see a former flame. I'm not going to let him know I am in Los Angeles."

Olivia glared at Drake who now wondered why he was being punished for something Thomas did. "Good. Stay away from him. Remember, there are plenty of other men out there. If he was foolish enough to lose you then you don't need to tie yourself down with an idiot."

Amanda shook her head as a smile played about her lips. "I'll call you later." She ended the call and turned to the panoramic views of the Pacific Ocean before her. She tried to focus on anything other than Thomas.

Four months. It didn't seem right to be back here and it not be to see him. She wished she could hear his voice tell her... She rubbed her head and closed her eyes. She had to let the longing go.

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A few minutes later at Mastro's Ocean Club

Thomas paused at seeing Amanda standing in front of the floor to ceiling window. A surge of emotion swept over him. He had been battling against the memories of their time together ever since he agreed to meet with her. Now seeing her here after all this time...

Amanda looked over at him and gasped. "Thomas! I--er--"

He sauntered over, trying to appear confident. "It's good to see you again, Amanda."

"I...I'm meeting someone." She looked over her shoulder for the hostess. "He should--"

"I'm the one your agent set the meeting with." He interrupted. His eyebrow lifted. "Is that acceptable to you?"

It wasn't. Not. At. All. She didn't want to meet with him. The thoughts of being in his arms haunted her enough. It would be pure torture to work closely with him after all that had happened. "Of course." Her pride replied for her.

"Good." His dark eyes swept over her figure before pulling a chair out for her. She sat down and picked up her menu. He took the chair in front of her and did the same. An uncomfortable silence settled between them.

Amanda chewed nervously on her bottom lip, causing his attention to settle there. The action immediately brought to mind the times he had told her not to torture one of his favorite parts of her body. Thomas then thought of the times he had insisted on soothing her lip. One kiss had never been enough for them. The sparks between them ignited a passion he had never felt with anyone else. He swallowed and forced himself to focus on the menu. He rubbed his hand down his jaw in agitation.

Amanda's eyes peeked over her menu and watched his fingers brush against his clean shaven jaw. She had always loved running her hand over it when he finished shaving in the mornings. Memories rushed to the forefront of her mind of all the times she had made him late to his early appointments. Her caress would lead to kisses and then to a need for even more. A blush formed on her cheeks when he looked up and caught her staring.

Their waiter took their order and collected their menus leaving them nothing to hide behind. Amanda gripped her glass of water as she tried to think of a way to break the ice. "So? Um, what do you--"

"I want you back." Thomas blurted out.

"What?" She nearly broke the stem of her glass.

"I want you back." Thomas repeated, no longer willing to deny it. "I'm not going to be able to focus on your screenplay until I say this. Breaking things off was a mistake. I regret every part of it." His dark eyes held her startled hazel as he continued to speak from his heart. "I never stopped loving you."

Amanda took a stilted breath. She tried to think of how to respond. Instead of finding out what brought this confession on, she said, "I never stopped loving you either."

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. Their fingers laced together. She felt the lonely ache in her chest ease at his touch. She watched her own thumb automatically rub soothing circles on his skin.

"Thomas, as much as I want to, I'm not sure we should be together." Her eyes lifted to his. "We had reasons to end something that seemed perfect. It must not have been perfect if we were both able to walk away from it so easily."

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist. She gave into the temptation of gently running her fingers down his cheek. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "It wasn't easy. It was never easy for me. It was a decision that should have never come about. It should have never even entered our minds. We won't allow our times apart be what decides whether or not we should be in a relationship. Distance isn't going to factor in this time." He pressed his lips against her palm. "Tonight can be a new beginning for us."

Amanda felt her heart stutter. "I..." She needed a moment to think. His touch and revelations had caught her off guard. She wanted to be with him, but could she go through things ending again? "I don't know if I can take another break up with you."

He nodded in understanding. "I don't believe I could either." Thomas let go of her hand when their food was brought out. Amanda blinked in surprise. She had forgotten they were even at a restaurant.

"I'm willing to risk my heart and sanity for a chance to be with you again." He told her once the waiter left.

Her lips parted in surprise. "Are you certain this is what you want?" She waved her hand between them. "It could be nostalgia swaying you to think you want to be with me."

"It's not nostalgia. I've been thinking about it for a while. When I was contacted for a meeting, I knew this could be my one chance to try and win you back. Tell you in person how I felt." Thomas leaned back as the waiter poured some wine.

Amanda sighed. A sadness that he had not seen before seemed to infuse her features. "I won't even try to hide it. I'm scared to try again." She bit down on her lip as she thought of the ramifications of her next sentence. "If you are willing and believe things will be different this time, then I want to be with you."

He relaxed in his chair and gave her a brisk nod. "May I take you out this evening?"

"Of course." She said softly. "I have no plans."

"How long are you staying in L.A.?" He asked, his mind already rearranging his schedule to spend as much time as he could with her.

"I don't have a set date to return in mind." She informed him. "I wasn't sure how many meetings I would need to attend."

"I will make certain to schedule quite a few." He smiled at hearing her laugh again.

After their lunch, he parted from her outside with a lingering kiss to her cheek. "I will come by and pick you up at six thirty. Unless..."

"Unless what?" She asked, curious at his hopeful expression.

"Unless you wish to stay at my home." His hands settled on her waist.

"I think it might be better to start off staying at my hotel." She noticed the flicker of disappointment and hugged him. "I need some time to get used to the notion of us being together again."

His arms wrapped around her and he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I understand." He squeezed her hand before opening her car door.

She slid in and shyly smiled at him. "I'll see you tonight."

"Six thirty." He reminded her while shutting her door. He watched as her driver pulled away from the curb. She turned around and waved when she saw him still watching her departure. He lifted his in response before getting in his own waiting car. As hope built, he began to think of ways to win her heart completely.

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6:30 that night

Amanda checked her appearance once more on the way to open her door. She felt even more nervous than she did on her very first date with Thomas. How did one act on a second first date? She took a deep breath and let him in.

He handed her a bouquet of tulips. Her smile turned tender. "You remembered my favorite flower."

Thomas nodded, suddenly unsure how to act around her. She kissed his cheek on her way to put them in water. He stepped further into her suite and waited.

"Thank you for my flowers." She picked the vase up and carried it into her bedroom. Thomas leaned back to watch her place the tulips on her nightstand. He smiled softly to himself. So far, so good.

She noticed his smile and felt a warmth spread within. "Ready to go?"

"I am." He slipped his hand in hers. She pulled away for a moment to make certain she had her room key and took his hand once again.

"What are we doing tonight?" She asked as they walked to his car.

"I was thinking of dinner and a movie." He replied.

Amanda chuckled. "Traditional first date activities."

"Nothing but the best." He teased.

Over dinner they talked about what each had been working on since last being together and what those they were close to had been doing. Their nerves began to ease as their conversations returned to how they used to be.

He smiled at her surprise when he took her to his home afterwards to watch a movie in his theater room. Her fingers trailed the back of the soft leather sofa as she walked around to sit down. Thomas watched her face light up when he put one of her favorite classic movies on.

He sat down next to her and placed his arm along the back of the sofa. His fingers barely brushed her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile at his effort to give her time and space to get used to him again. She didn't want the space apart though.

Amanda scooted closer to Thomas and rested her head on his shoulder. His arm slid down and pulled her closer. About halfway through the movie she pressed a kiss to his jaw. His eyes met hers and he tilted her face up as his lips touched hers for the first time in such a long absence. He tried to keep from letting his longing for her take over the kiss. He meant to keep it short and sweet. Thomas was doing fine until she shifted toward him and deepened the kiss.

He crushed her to him as his lips moved over hers again and again. The many months without her fueled the intensity of the kiss. He couldn't seem to get close enough to her.

She was in much the same state he was. Her hands were moving over him, urging him even closer. She slipped them under his shirt to feel his warm skin and his muscles flex from her touch.

Their lips parted for a moment as they looked at one another. Their shared breaths were interrupted when their kiss ignited once again. Thomas kissed her ear, his voice was ragged as he spoke. "I've missed you." He cupped her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and cheeks. "You have no idea how much I love you, Amanda."

Amanda swallowed against the lump in her throat. "There were so many times I wanted to call you just to hear your voice." Her own voice cracked with her confession. "I love you, Thomas. You're the only one I ever wanted." Her lips touched his in a sweet kiss.

His lips brushed hers tenderly as he spoke. "I need you in my life. No one else will do."

A teasing smile, one he had missed seeing, popped up on her face. "You're making it impossible for me to return to my hotel room." He smiled as he kissed her again.

The kiss became charged with passion as each other's words registered in their hearts. This time would be different. They both knew what life was like apart and neither wanted to go back to that half existence. There would be no ending this time.

[sothischickshe]

7. One-shots or longfic? 12. What turns you away the most from a fic? 41. Favorite fluffy tropes?

7. One-shots or longfic? 

I suppose the boring answer to this is, it depends. (Although surely you COULD have a realllly long one-shot? Or no?) 

In terms of super long multi-chaptered fic, I think that’s absolutely perfect for stuff that’s very tightly plotted AND full of character development. So that when you’ve finished a chapter you’re on the edge of your seat, somehow with NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT as well as SOME CLEAR IDEAS ON WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN! That really hits my love of serialised storytelling.

I’m not a huge fan of reallllllly long fics that are long for the sake of it? I mean I can totally see why people (writers and readers) want to swan around in a fantasy world that’s lovely but I’m drawn more by arcs (character primarily, but also story) than like... niceness?

One-shots can obviously be of very varied lengths so I do feel like this is possibly something of a false dichotomy, but I definitely love both those reallllly chunky one-shots that you can just roll around in, and I also super love short especially kind of spiky one-shots which are like the greatest short stories, where word choice has such an impact and there’s a degree of ambiguity. (Also, one-shots that grow organically into two-shots or series! GOOD SHIT!)

Which I guess is a long-winded way of saying, I like it when the format matches the story, ha ha. (I AM applying coffee but it takes time, and I’m blinded by the sunlight atm!)

12. What turns you away the most from a fic?

This might depend a bit on my mood. Lack of line breaks is almost definitely an absolute no-no for me (I’m almost always reading on my phone.)

I think it’s really important to support writers who aren’t writing in their first language cos wtf that’s amazing (especially because English is an extremely stupid language) so I don’t get too fussy about mistakes generally, but if I find it difficult to parse the writing, I’m out. And I’m not actually a copy editor but, like, I’m kind of a copy editor in life so if there’s looooaaaaadddsss of mistakes (or an apparently random application of tenses) in a way that makes it seem that someone just hasn’t bothered to read it through, sometimes that’ll get me? This’ll probably depend on a matrix involving how tired I am and how long the work is.

Any of the whoever/reader stuff - cool if that’s what you like, but it’s not for me.

I don’t mind dark at all, and I don’t mind violence, but I think if it’s an extremely unkind perspective that is generated by hating a character/wanting to punish them? And racism. Misogyny. Homophobia. Transphobia. Extreme OOC-ness too.

And this is probably hypocritical but like... excessive Britishisms? If we’re talking an American show/fandom, obviously. Like, obviously I can see how that slips in!! And as with typos etc it probably wouldn’t make me stop reading unless I’m really tired/the work is long and the examples are plentiful, but it can take me out of it, because it makes the tone feel off? I’m talking the obvious ones: ‘mum’, ‘pavement’, ‘boot’ (of car), ‘petrol’, ‘car park’, ‘mobile phone’, ‘telly’, ‘bloody hell’. Again, if English isn’t the author’s first language it doesn’t bother me so much but, c’mon, all Brits can speak American to a degree, right? (I do still kinda wanna write Beth and Rio as awful Anglophiles just so I can have them swearing truly impressively at each other.)

41. Favourite fluffy tropes?

Ahem, look once again, shout out to fake dating!!!!! I feel like we need far more more Brio fake dating fics! AHEM.

But I suppose that could be angsty and/or excessively (lol is there such a thing) smutty, not necessarily (purely) fluff?

I think for Beth/Rio, and I don’t even know if these necessarily constitute tropes per se, it’s some mixture of:

-the familial - either or both of them fitting into each other’s broader families. Rio having relationships with Annie and Ruby and Stan (and Judith!), not just Beth and the kids. Beth having relationships with whoever Rio’s family are, and definitely his friends, not just him and Marcus. One of my pet peeves in rom-coms is when the main characters don’t seem to have friends (unless it’s a plot point), and one of my pet peeves in life is when people can’t be friends with their friends’ significant others.

-peacefulness - we very rarely see moments of genuine calm between Beth and Rio in the show (especially atm!) - what does that look like? I think it looks quiet.

-conflict - which sounds weird for fluff, but, I mean, they suck? So, I like it when they’re in a relatively good place, but they’re still, at their core, a little bit terrible?

-Dean being wound up and/or shit(ted?) on

-everybody must get stoned (two fucking weirdo uptight control freak nerds... let them calm down, pls)

-hilarious banter, shit jokes, dumb suggestive comments

And I think my preference for fluffy Brio is generally AUs and/or future fics and/or something to do with fairly exceptional circumstances because... they currently extra suck?

Fanfiction asks

[ch4nb4ng]

Jealous

Jealous! Minho

Request: can you write a jealous! minho? 💖

Word Count: 2.8k 

Warning: All the smut

Pairings: Minho x (fem) reader

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy!

This Thursday night was the monthly movie night. It used to be once every week, but after the boys debuted, it got harder as they became busy with new schedules every day. Nevertheless, you and some of your friends found a way to still catch up with boys. It was definitely the highlight of your month. You loved seeing the boys, as they had been good friends of yours since childhood.

***

You and your two girlfriends pull up to the discrete entrance to the doorway. It was still something you all laughed about ever since the boys became JYP trainees. Giving the door a few soft knocks with your delicate knuckles, the door opened, revealing a smiley and happy Chris on the other side.

“Girls,” he yells in excitement, motiong a hand towards you to walk into the door, “you have arrived!”

He gives you both 3 separate bear hugs. Chris was always one of the nicest people. Always welcoming, humble, and happy to see you.

“Hi Channie,” you smile.

Felix then got up off of the couch, followed by Changbin, then Hyunjin, Woojin, and so on, until you had said hi to all of the boys, except Minho.

“Where’s Minho?”

“He’s just in the bathroom.”

Changbin coughs, mumbling something under his breath, causing Chris and Woojin to chuckle. You turn and look at him, furrowing your brows in annoyance,

“Hmm, what did you say?” You ask, completely sassing him.

“I said,” he replied with as much sass, “30 seconds in and she’s already looking for him.”

Chuckles begin to scatter over the room, causing your ears to turn red.

“What’s everyone laughing about?”

You hear a deep voice appear from around the corner. Your eyes widen when you see him.

“Oh y/n, girls, you’re here!”

Enthusiasm and pure elation evident in his voice. Walking over to you to say hello, he gives the other two and big hug, however, when he comes to you, he gives you a kiss on the cheek, and a hug, the butterflies in your stomach were awakened.

“H-hi Minho,” you slightly stutter. Changbin nearly chokes on his water. You give him a death glare, in which he completely shits his pants and stays quiet.

You had known the boys for a long time, but not Minho. You were only introduced to him once the boys became trainees. He was really nice and kind like the rest, but you avoided him. Didn’t talk to him as much. You were too attracted to him, and you kinda had the tendency to being somewhat obvious when you were attracted to someone.

So you didn’t really talk to him, until that one night, when you were all in the dorms, deciding to play a drinking with the older boys. The 00s and Jeongin had gone to sleep.

_____________

“O-okay” Chris slightly slurred, “y/n, truth or dare?”

“Um” you slurred more, putting one finger onto his chest, playfully pushing him, “I’ve done truth the w-hole game, so let’s go dare.” You giggled for no reason, leaning your head onto Woojin’s shoulder, causing them all to break out in hysterical laughter.

“Mmm okay then, I dare you tooooo,” Chris puts a finger to his chin, thinking of what difficulty dare he was going to give you.

“I got it! I dare you to go into the closet with Minho for 10 minutes!”

Too drunk to care, you look at Chris, huffing at him,

“Too easy. Minho,” you stand up, leaning a hand out to him, “let’s go.”

You both walked to the closet and closed the door behind you. It was pretty small, so you were pressed up against each other, noses slightly touching at the tip.

“You know,” Minho begins to whisper, just incase the boys’ ears were pressed to the door, “I’ve never said this, but I actually think you’re really sexy.”

He lifts one finger, lightly tracing it up and down the insides of your arm.

“Oh really,” you ask, slowly putting your arms around his neck, “I mean, you’re not to bad yourself. Why don’t you  do something about it?”

You jump, forcing him to catch you, wrapping your legs around his lower back. He grabs you, placing his hands firmly on each side of your ass, giving a small, yet tight squeeze,

“Oh I’ll show you.”

Minho opens the door with you still on him,

“Oi boys! Get rid of the timer, we are gonna need a lot more than 10 minutes!”

________________

You guys went all the way that night. Hair pulling, back scratching, moaning each other’s name. It was a night full of passion and desire. It was the best sex you had ever had. But it wasn’t the last time you had ‘mucked around’ with Minho. Sneaking into the dorm when the boys weren’t there, or they were. Going into the jyp building to the bathrooms. Name a place and you two had already been there. But the others didn’t know, and you wanted to keep it that way.

“Okay so,” Felix asks, breaking the silence by bringing out out all of the dvds that you, as a group, had already seen at least 10 times, “what movie do you guys wanna watch?”

“I hope you guys don’t mind, but I’m gonna go to bed. I’m actually really tired and I have to wake up at 4am tomorrow.”

You smiled at Jeongin, “of course Jeongin, we understand.”

You give a big hug, saying a quick ‘goodnight’ to him, before letting him go.

“Okay so you guys still haven’t answered my question yet?”

“Hmmm,” you walk up to Felix, rummaging through all the dvds you thought you had watched. You stumbled, when your eyes landed on this one, surprised they would even have it in their collection. You rip it from Felix’s hands, causing him to gasp,

“Really Y/n? Fifty shades of grey?”

Minho’s ears perk up. He smirks, knowing that it was your choice.

“Yeah why not? We are all adults here-”

“And we have seen every other movie like 20,000 times,” Minho cuts you off, looking directly at you. He sends a wink your way, knowing what your true intentions were for the night.

With all of them agreeing, you put the movie in the Dvd player, before making 3 bowls of popcorn and sorting out the fluffy blankets to share.

Without hesitation, Minho sits right next to you, gently placing a hand on your thigh, almost stating his territory.

Jisung sits on the opposite side of you, Minho’s jaw already clenching. He turns and looks at you flashing a quick smile before grabbing a handful of popcorn and focusing on the movie.

“good choice of movie y/n,” Jisung whispered into your ear causing you to giggle. Minho’s head snaps around to look at you, curious about how whatever Jisung said was so funny.

Throughout the whole movie, Jisung kept whispering funny things to you, trying to feel less awkward watching such a sexual movie with so many people. You laughed every time, sometimes hitting his shoulder in a playful way, telling him to ‘stop.’

“Oh my god Jisung,” you snorted, “you are so funny.”

You could feel the grip on your thigh slowly get stronger and stronger each time you laughed. Minho was the jealous type, to say the least. He wanted you, bad, and couldn’t stand to see you with any other guy, even the other boys sometimes, but especially Jisung. Jisung was one of, if not, the most charismatic guys there was. He knew how to make girls fall for him in an instant. Sure, Minho was funny too, but he couldn’t compete with Jisung.

His blood began to boil. It was like steam was about to come out of his ears, you could feel the heat radiating from his seat.

“You okay?” You ask him, moving a hand up to his inner thigh. His breath hitches, before answering,

“Yes y/n I’m fine.”

He was abrupt. Not knowing why, you turned away from him, starting a new conversation with Jisung again.

The move was nearly at the end, and almost everyone had fallen asleep. Well, except for you and Minho of course. You didn’t even notice Jisung drift off, until you saw him with his mouth open, saliva dribbling out. You laughed at the sight, thinking it was cute. Minho huffs beside you, getting up and dashing straight to his room, closing the door behind him. Confused and concerned about him, you look around, making sure everyone was asleep. You slowly crawl out from under the blanket, before opening the door and seeing no one there. You were lost, before you felt a set of hands close the door behind you, pushing you up against the door, stomach pressed against the cold wood.

“Minho, what are you-”

“Shut up y/n,” Minho cuts you off. He grabs your hips, flipping you around to face him,

“You thought that shit was funny, huh?”

“What did I-”

“Oh don’t be stupid, I know what you were trying to do. Trying to make me jealous by talking to Jisung, the whole time? Acting like I didn’t exist?”

“Oh I’m sorry baby,” you pout, laying your hands upon his chest, “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

You trail a hand down his stomach, placing your hand over his clothed crotch, gently massaging him. A small grunt escapes from his mouth, “tell me, how can I make it up to you?”

“Well first of all,” he says, hooking his arm around your lower back, pulling you closer to him, noses almost touching like the first time, “ I need to punish you.”

He rips his shirt off over his head, exposing his mouth watering abs. He then unties the string on his tracksuit pants, ripping them off as well. Not even needing to follow instructions he gave you, the sight of his already hardened cock through his boxers made you drop to your knees. This time, you rip them down to ankles, exposing his throbbing, veiny cock.

You place a hand under his balls, before putting your mouth over the tip of him, circling around his slit.

“Yeah that’s right, just like that babygirl,” he moans, running a hand through his hair, “now, take all of me in.”

You do what what says, sinking your mouth onto him further and further, reaching the base of his cock. You begin to bop your head up and down at a steady pace.

A compilation of ‘mmmms’ and ‘oh yeahs’ are elicited from Minho’s mouth.

You begin to pick up your pace. He grabs onto your hair, grouping it into a ponytail, pushing down on it. Simultaneously, he starts to buck his hips into you. You begin to gag as his cock hits your throat.

“Shit baby don’t stop,” he grunts, quickening his thrusts in you your mouth. He feels like he is about to cum, when he pulls himself out.

He grabs both of your hands, lifting you up. Pushing you against the door. He rips your skirt off, followed by your panties, then falls on his knees. He spreads your legs wide open, lifting one up in the air. He puts two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them ferociously, before barely grazing over your clit. You moan loudly,

“Minho please.”

“No no shh shhh, don’t want the others to wake up do we?”

“No sir,” you mumbled. He kept his light, agonising touch over your core. You began to buck your hips, trying to create more friction. He stops,

“Oh no baby, we can’t have you doing that,” he shook his head in disapproval, “the more you keep trying, the longer it will take.”

You roll your eyes at him. He still continues, bARELY touching your clit. You groan in frustration at the minimal contact,

“Please Minho, more,” you whine, desperate for a rougher touch.

“Tell me princess, tell me what you want.” He chuckles, before looking straight up at you, his lustful brown eyes boring into you,

“Please sir, I want you to touch me harder, faster. I know I have been bad, but I need you right now, please. I want to feel your tongue against me, licking up and down until you have to cover my mouth while I scream your name.”

A flip switches in Minho. His tongue dives into your slit, causing your hips to buck backwards, a loud sound erupting as they made contact with the door, but at this point, you didn’t care. His tongue moved in and out of you, while his thumb and index finger pinched your clit, rubbing it in between his two fingers.

“Fuck me Minho, you know how to make me feel so good,” you moan, running your hands through his hair as support. Your knees began to lose strength the faster his motions became.

“Ride me,” Minho mumbles against you. You lock onto two handfuls of his hair, before grinding your hips against his mouth. He sticks his tongue you, letting your rub your clit from side to side against it. You let your leg relax, draping over his back.

He grabs your hips again, forcing you to stop. He stands up, and flips your around, making sure your back is facing him once more. He presses his cock up against your ass.

“Oh don’t you worry,’ he whispers, grabbing your jaw and pushing it back towards him, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, nobody else will ever compare.”

He gives your ass once slap, before lining himself up with you and pushing into you. You moan simultaneously, feeling your walls adjust around him. He gives you a moment, before beginning to thrust in and out of you at a very rapid pace.

You begin to breath heavy, groans and curse words slipping out. Minho wraps his arm around your mouth, covering you with his hand,

“Be a good girl and not make any sound, okay?”

“Mmhm,” is all you can say.

Knowing your weakness, he wraps his spare hand around the front of you, starting to rub your clit. Your hips scream at the extra contact. Knowing that you won’t able to stay still, Minho stops his thrusts, forcing you to rock back on him instead. You do so, moving up and down on him and the same pace. Minho put his hand behind his back, leaning backwards to admire the work of your hips rolling into him.

“Fuck you ride me so good baby girl,” he moans, before grabbing your hips to keep them steady once more. He now slams into you hard, while grabbing a fist full of hair and pulling it.

“Tell me, tell how good I can fuck you baby girl.”

“Oh Minho,” you moa, desperate to scream his name, “you fuck me so well, no one could ever f-fuck me like you do.”

“Say it again.”

“No one could fuck me like you do baby.”

“Oh shit, I love when you say things like that,” Minho moans, before giving your other ass cheek a slap.

Knowing that you will reach your end point soon, you begin pushing down on him, while he still slammed into you. You both begin to get louder, careless about if the others woke up or not. He moves to your neck beginning to suck harshly at the base. You inhale sharply, knowing that there will be a mark tomorrow morning.

“Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cummmm,” you whine, not knowing how much more you could take of this. He detaches himself from you neck, focusing on his thrusts, which were becoming sloppier by the second.

“Cum for me then baby, be a good princess for me, I love when I make you cum.”

Within seconds, you felt a euphoric feeling like no other take over you. You screwed your eyes shut as you body contorted uncontrollably. Your body became weak after the tense state it was just in. You clenched your walls around Minho, causing him to cum straight after. You both moaned in relief, giving each other a quick kiss, before redressing yourselves and making your way back to the living room.

You take your previous positions, acting like you had never left. You both look around to check that everyone was still sleeping. However, you noticed that Chris wasn’t there.

“Shit Minho, where’s Chris?” You begin to panic,

“Relax, he usually goes to bed at this time anyway.”

Suddenly, a figure appears around the corner, causing you to jump out of your seat, popcorn spilling everywhere.

“I would have been in bed, but you know, Minho and I SHARE  a bedroom, and I was TRYING  to go to bed, until I pressed my ear up against the door to her y/n moaning Minho’s name.”

You looks down at the floor, extremely embarrassed.

“Chris, I’m sorry-”

“No Minho, y/n don't apologise, I’m not mad! I’m just glad that I set you two up remember?”