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Silent Sparks - Volt 64

Warnings: Some fighting I guess? It's mostly a big therapy session with some fluff sprinkled in Word count: 6548

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts Bold - Writing

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Volt 63 | Volt 65

Another day passed by slowly, blending in with the others with the exception of detention. I was glad that I didn't have to sit in a room with Monoma anymore.

"Guys! I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused!" Midoriya yelled out as soon as he got in the classroom after his house arrest ended. I looked up at him from where I sat with Denki, Kiri, Mina, Jirou and Hanta, shocked at his loud apology.

"No sweat, Deku. Thanks for your hard work." Uraraka said, clearly trying to cheer him up.

"All he did was vacuum." Jirou piped in, and I tried so hard not to laugh.

"Honestly, it was a long time coming, it was dumb that you did it on campus though." I responded, my brother agreeing with me.

"Class Rep! Iida! I'm sorry I disappointed you!" He hollered, running up to Iida, clearly startling him.

"Right. Well, I'm glad you learned from your mistakes. Follow the rules from now on." He responded with a waver in his voice.

"I'll catch up on everything I fell behind on these past three days!" He yelled to himself.

"Izuku, c'mere real quick." He bolted over to me, clearly still running on adrenaline. I leaned forward and flicked him harshly in the forehead, watching him reboot. "There, now chill out. You've been out longer for being careless, you can make up three days easily." I told him calmly, waiting for his brain to slow down.

"Thanks, Onryo." He said in a more calm voice.

"Woah, we got a Midoriya whisperer." Jirou stated.

"It's what we get for knowing him for a few years, for some reason only the flicking works when I do it. Hitoshi has to poke him. Bakugou usually just explodes things. We all have a method." I simply explained. "Izuku, it's too early for this, at least wait to start yelling with excitement over school of all things until I've had at least half of my coffee." He nodded, a determined smile on his face as he turned to my brother.

"You okay?" Denki asked softly from beside me. I nodded and tried to rub my tired eyes.

"Yeah, don't know why I think coffee will help at this point, but oh well." I sighed and took a sip, humming in delight.

Onryo. Hitoshi signed towards me. Did you sleep at all last night?

Nope.

He sighed at my lackadaisical response.

"Time to take your seats everyone." Dad said as he slunk into to the room, effectively scaring everyone not seated. "Morning. Now that Midoriya is back, we'll go into more detail about what the work studies entail." I pursed my lips together, guilt still managing to crawl back into my system after the other night. "Go ahead and come in." He said and the door slid open to reveal the big three. "I'll have people who've experienced them firsthand explain. I suggest you listen carefully as they point out how work studies differ from internships. These three are third years at UA. They rank at the very top of our student body. You may know them as the 'Big Three'." I waved excitedly to the trio, Amijiki clearly uncomfortable with all the attention.

"Oh! Wow!" Mina squealed. Everyone else enamored with their presence outside of Hitoshi and I.

"They don't look all that special to me— except the girl, she's pretty hot." Denki said. My mood dropping significantly as I was reminded of where we stood. Dad and Hitoshi sending me solemn looks.

"Get to it. Introduce yourselves briefly." Dad chipped in. "Let's start with Amajiki."

Potatoes!

I saw him let out a nervous smile and slowly watched his social anxiety take over.

Do you want to sign and have one of us translate?

"His name is Amajiki Tamaki, his hero name is Suneater. His quirk is manifest, whatever he eats, he can make that part of the plant or animal origin apart of his body to use in combat." I quickly interpreted for him before he spun towards the wall, muttering something about potatoes and going home.

"Hi, my name is Hado Nejire. As Tsukare said, that's our kitten Amajiki, we keep telling him he needs to have the heart of a lion, not a kitten. I'm supposed to talk about work studies. You first years have a really exciting time ahead of you. Hey, wait, hold on. Why are you wearing a mask?" She asked as she got close to Shoji. "Is it cause you're feeling sick?"

"Nejire, breathe." I told her, stopping her series of questions before they could start.

"Tsukare! How could I forget to come say hi!" She squealed, coming over and encasing me in a hug, but all I felt were the restraints in Kamino, making my mind go blank. "Shinsou! You and your brother have grown so much!" She exclaimed, moving and pulling my brother into a hug. "We've known Tsukare and Shinsou since our first year, there were a few times that they didn't have school and couldn't be left home alone. Tsukare used to be shyer than Amajiki here but he's certainly come out of his shell!" Dad slowly grew irritated, using his quirk to scare Mirio into helping.

"Oh, there's no need for you to worry, Eraser Head. I'm up next and I'll get the audience refocused." Mirio stated, full of nervous confidence. "The future's gonna be...?" He called out, holding a hand to his ear. The class was silent, not knowing what to say. So I stood up, took out a hearing aid and jokingly offered it to him.

"Do you need better hearing? I can offer a bit of help." I stated blandly and watched as he stared, completely dumbfounded with my immediate comeback.

"Onryo. In your seat, now." I gave him a thumbs up and sat back down.

"Gonna be what?" Denki asked.

"Awful! That's your part, guys!" Mirio said with too much excitement. "Oh, crap. My call and response was a total fail." He said, laughing loudly to himself. "Okay, you guys look like you have no idea what's going on outside of Shinsou and Tsukare. I guess we are third years who just showed up in your classroom to explain a program that's completely voluntary. I can see how you'd be confused by that. Hm. You guys got your provisional licenses as first years, right? Huh! This batch of new students has proven to be pretty darn energetic. So the problem is, you must not have a sense of humor. That's why my joke didn't land."

"Rude." I joked back, earning a glance from him.

"Earlier didn't count, I'd say that was out of pocket, but it was out of ear!" I bit back my laugh at his dad joke.

"Don't do it." Amajiki stated duly.

"Heads up! The rad new plan is all you first years fight me at once." I slid down my seat until my head was almost completely hidden by the desk.

"He was right. The future is going to be awful. Everyone, save yourselves, we might not make it out of this alive." I mumbled in overdone despair.

"It can't be that hard, can it? It's twenty against one! We got this in the bag!" Denki said trying to cheer me up. I simply shook my head and chugged the rest of my coffee.

"I should've gotten some sleep last night, this is going to be torture."

"Well, if you want them to experience our experience, this is a pretty rational way of doing it then. Right Eraser Head? Rational." I groaned loudly, knowing what Dad's answer would be.

"Do whatever you want."

"At least make him wear his hero costume! I don't want to bleach my eyes today." Dad nodded and looked at Mirio, the blond caving in and heading out to change first.

The rest of us changed into our gym uniforms and met in the TDL. Everyone perturbed at the fact that Mirio, was in fact, serious about this.

"Mirio. You're impossible." Amajiki mumbled, forehead against the wall with his back to us. "It would have been simple enough for us to just tell them. 'This is what it's like, here's what we learned from it'. Not everyone has your level of drive. Plus, think about how bad it'll look if some of them can't recover after fighting you. No one wants to spend the next few years in a hospital bed." He drawled on, effectively scaring over half of my classmates.

"I bet he's just trying to psych us out. Right, Tsukabro?" Kiri asked, and I solemnly shook my head. I looked over and saw Nejire playing with Mina's horns, the girl clearly overstimulated as the third year droned on about something. I quickly ran over and grabbed Mina's hand.

"Hey, Nej, why don't you go see if Amajiki can picture people as different vegetables, see if a different one helps him more." She got excited about the idea and ran off. Mina immediately slipped under my arm and clung to my side. "You okay?" I asked softly, not wanting her even more overwhelmed. She nodded slightly and I left it at that, knowing she needed a break for a moment, so I rubbed her back with a bit of pressure behind it, watching her slowly loosen up.

"Here's the deal, I wanna go against Tsukare and Shinsou separate, they've already sparred with me before so I don't want any of you having an unfair advantage. So who's gonna start this party?" Mirio asked, Hitoshi and I backing up to stand next to our Dad. Todoroki joining us for some reason.

"View this as a learning experience. It's a good opportunity for you." Dad called out.

"Oh, the problem child!" Mirio called out to Midoriya, and I cursed myself for turning my attention to him. Hitoshi snickering beside me at my immediate acknowledgement to the name.

We watched as the class readied themselves, Midoriya taking a stance oddly similar to Bakugou.

It didn't take long for him to take out the long distance fighters, none of their attacks landing. He landed punch after punch like it wasn't a difficult task, knocking most of my peers in the ground in one fell swoop. Less than half the class remaining.

"Togata Mirio. In my opinion, he's the person who's closest to taking the spot of number one hero. That's including the pros." Dad stated lowly while we all watched, completely enamored.

"He got more than half of them in an instant. A student. But closer to being number one than most heroes." Todoroki muttered in disbelief.

"He's the real deal." I said back quietly.

"You're not gonna fight?" Dad asked him. "You must be interested in taking the top spot yourself."

"I didn't even get my provisional license, though." Todoroki rationed, baffling all of us.

In only a matter of seconds the rest of the class was down for the count.

"Alright, now I wanna see how Tsukare and Shinsou fair against me. It's been a while since we've sparred." Mirio called out to us.

I walked out, taking off my gym uniform top, revealing the white tank top I started wearing underneath. I took a deep breath and cracked my neck, shoulders and knuckles, starting to get serious.

Time to finally beat him?

My brother nodded in turn, both of us getting ready a little ways away from him. Mirio smirked and suddenly dipped into the ground.

"Shattering Waves!" I called out at full force, tearing up the ground and making some of the mountainous structures in front of us crumble. My brother and I moved to a different location, hoping to throw him off. He sprung up and almost lost his balance, missing us completely. He smirked, his game face coming on. Determination spilling out of him.

He quickly went under again, but this time, we were prepared. When he came up behind us and I sent a kick much like Midoriya, his counter attack never landed. Midair, my brother grabbed my hand and pulled me back to his side. I charged him head on, going right through his body before I was turned upside down, his hand catching my ankle. As he wound up for the punch, Hitoshi swept his feet out from under him, making both of us fall to the ground. His hand still held on as he permeated into the ground, only to shoot up out of the floor and fling me into the air. I managed to land on my feet, sliding to a stop. He went to send a punch to my brother, but I used Shattering Waves again, watching him crumple momentarily, giving Hitoshi enough time to escape.

"Give in, Mirio." Hitoshi commented, hoping the blond would respond. Instead he stood there analyzing us.

"Pinpoint Accuracy." I whispered, using my quirk on full blast on the remains of the rocky terrain. I kept a low hum until it finally gave way, boulders tumbling toward him. He slipped through the crust of the earth again, and we kept a watchful eye out, dodging each kick and punch he sent our way for several minutes until he finally landed one to each of us.

I clenched my stomach in pain, my breathing stopping from having the wind knocked out of me and when I looked up, I saw someone else. I quickly shut my eyes tight, telling myself that my mind was just playing tricks on me. I heard footsteps in front of me, but I didn't dare to look up.

"Onryo, we have to get back to our class." Hitoshi gently told me, the two of us finally moving to support each other. Denki caught me and Midoriya caught Hitoshi, the two of us panting after the swift hits to the gut. I rested against the blonds comfortable, warm body, nearly melting into his hold where I stood.

"Anyway, that's a taste of what it's like to fight me." Mirio said happily. "Tsukare, Shinsou, you both have improved a lot since last time! I'm proud to see it! So whaddya think? Isn't my quirk strong?" Many called out how it was too strong or it was unfair, Mina asking if he had two powers. "Nope. Just the one." He confirmed, baffling most who didn't know him until Nejire hopped in and announced it. Permeation. "Yup, I've got a sweet quirk that's called Permeation. What you guys thought of as a warp was, you guessed it, simply an alternative application of that power. I active my quirk in my entire body, then I can pass through anything I want, no sweat! Everything! That includes solid ground."

"So, that was you falling through the floor of the gym?" Uraraka asked, clearly intrigued.

"That's right, I went deep underground. And then, whenever I release my quirk while I'm falling, something super strange happens. Apparently, things with mass can't overlap. That's called physics! So, I get repelled upward!" I tuned out at the mention of physics, my brain fried for the day. I already knew all this from fighting him, he goes underground and he gets spit out by it. How he is in complete and utter silence and how many steps everything takes. And his ability to predict combat. "In our work studies, we're not treated as guests like in our internships. We're regarded as one of the sidekicks, or even as a pro! That can be super scary. Pros can get hurt. And sometimes they end up watching people die." I thought back to Dad and his work study. "But every scary and painful thing you go through is an important experience you can't get inside a classroom, even at UA. I transformed the experience I got in my work study into power. That's how I got the top spot! And... it's why I think they're worth it, even if you're scared. You with me, first years?"

"Holy shit, it's blond Izuku." I mumbled out, earning a laugh from Denki. Everyone else around us clapped and I sleepily joined in.

"Let's get back to class, now. Say 'thank you'." We all called out a cheerful thanks and started walking to the locker room. I changed into my uniform quickly, already feeling a few concerned gazes on my exposed back. "Onryo." Dad called me over and I sluggishly moved to the podium. "You're dismissed from class today. Go see the old lady." I sighed but obliged, grabbing my things and heading to her office.

"Oh, hello Tsukare, dear. It's been quite some time since I last saw you, your fathers said you were taking your time to acclimate. Is everything alright?" I nodded my head slowly and watched her look at me confused. "Onryo, take a seat on the cot. I'll be right with you." I nodded again and took my seat, feet swaying just above the ground as I fiddled my thumbs. She came back over with my medicinal cocktail and a small thing of water. "I'll be back with some food for you, then you and I are going to have a very overdue discussion." I grimaced but swallowed the pills in one go, staring at my feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world. She came back over with a protein bar, fruit snacks and a juice pouch before sitting herself beside me. "Now where have you been?"

"Avoiding my problems." She sighed and patted one of her tiny hands on mine.

"You know our routine. A few days of therapy after something traumatic, with two appointments a week until you're cleared for standard sessions. Care to explain?" I sniffled a bit at her caring tone, not understanding why after I avoided her for so long, she was still being so kind.

"I didn't want to talk about what happened. I knew you'd want me to talk about it and I'm not ready to. It hurts. It hurts all the time, Chiyo. I'm tired." She rubbed her thumb across the back of my hand and comforted me through the rollercoaster of emotions I had been trying so hard to hide. "Everything's gone downhill again, I feel like I'm back at square one. I've been getting nightmares and flashbacks, I'm barely sleeping. I don't have an appetite, I stopped taking my meds for a while. I- I relapsed, for the first time in years and the itch in the back of my brain just won't stop. I'm so angry and hurt, and I feel so lost and helpless. All the time. I just want it to stop." I choked out, biting back any sobs.

"Oh, Onryo. I wish you came to me sooner so I could've helped before you got to this point. It'll be okay again, you know what I think you need?" I looked down at her curiously. "I think you need to let out a good scream. It's a very productive exercise. So go to the sensory room and let it out, come back when you're ready." I sniffled but followed her directions. I used my pass, checked the room was clear before heading to the empty corner.

I let my mind feel my emotions and let out a scream from my core. It was loud and painful, a few of the lightbulbs shattered, the sound of a broken war cry that happens when you lost the battle came out of me. I screamed until I had nothing left in me, the air completely exiting my lungs. I took a few shuddering breaths and felt a small weight come off my shoulders. I wiped the tear that managed to escape before going back to her room, silently shutting it behind me.

"Feel a little better?" I nodded lightly and sat back down on the cot. "That's a good thing. Now, let's start with something easier, we won't go into Kamino until you're ready." I nodded and started telling her about Fumikoto and her visit.

The thoughts, the urges, the depression, and as soon as I was about to talk about Monoma, the blond bastard came waltzing in like he owned the place. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to reign in my hectic emotions.

"What can I do for you, dear?" She asked him in her usual tone.

"Mr. Vlad told me to come here to get my wrist checked out. That dumb blond who thinks he runs the school might have sprained it." I sat there tensely, waiting for him to leave. She sighed but placed a kiss on his arm and sent him on his way with an energy gummy.

"Now, where were we?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and told her about what he said. "Now I regret using my quirk on him, I should've told him he hallucinated it." I let out a sad laugh but nodded. I told her everything about Takai, the adjustment, anything but Kamino. "Dear, you're grieving. Whatever happened in Kamino, you're grieving from it. It was traumatic, brutal, I read over your report from it so I'm simply waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to talk about it. But the guilt, the anger, the bargaining, the depression, is all apart of the grieving process. The last step you have to take is acceptance." I wiped the back of my hand across my eyes harshly.

"I've accepted it. It was my fault, if I wasn't here none of that would've happened." I bit out in desperation.

"Onryo, none of that was your fault. It won't get better until you accept that." I licked my lips and shook my head before she started writing in her little notepad. "I'm going to increase your antidepressants a bit, since you've been on the lowest dose for so long. Would you be up for trying sleeping meds again?" I rapidly shook my head.

"I'm not going on those again, they messed me up last time. They made me feel like I was out off my body and just floating in space. I can't do that again." I rushed out.

"Okay. However, I am making it mandatory that you take your medication here from now on. At least until I know you're in a better mental state." I slowly nodded, shame consuming me. "I'll talk to your parents and get it cleared later. But I want to talk to you about something I've noticed in the last few hours. You're acting like you did when you were first adopted. Quiet, severely obedient, cautious, whatever happened caused a major setback in your mental health." I sighed but nodded, quietly hanging my head.

"I'll be back for weekly sessions. But during our work studies I might not be able to." I explained lightly.

"That's perfectly fine. I'm going to send you back to the dorms now and make sure you get some sleep tonight." I nodded again, giving her a brief hug before leaving.

I walked back to the dorms early, classes still in session. So it was no surprise when Bakugou glared daggers at me as soon as I walked in.

"The fuck are you doing back so early, earbleed." He said in a tone so sharp it could've cut a mountain in half.

"Got sent back early by Recovery Girl." He huffed but kept quiet for a moment.

"Don't know how you deal with talking about shit, it's fucking annoying." I sat on the couch for a minute, Bakugou laying out on the other one.

"Therapy? I've been in it since I was adopted pretty much, so almost eight years now. I fucking hated it at first, but it helped. It also depends on who you're seeing." Bakugou sent his resting scowl my way.

"The fuck does that mean?" He asked in his normal snappy tone.

"If you don't like whoever you're seeing, it's not gonna work, it's just gonna be frustrating for both of you. Recovery Girl's my therapist, I like talking to her and have a good connection with her. So it's a good match." He grumbled something under his breath. "Look, you can be pissy towards me all you want, it really doesn't faze me at this point. But out of anyone in your life, I'm one of the few people that would understand exactly what you're going through without backing down when you get aggravated. And I won't get mushy or spread your personal shit, I won't pity you, you know I don't do that shit." He took a deep breath and clenched his hands together as he glared at me, but there was no fire behind it, it was just his resting glare. "Thought you would've been anti therapy for yourself." I commented, hearing him scoff.

"Court ordered cause of the divorce and shit." I hummed and slowly nodded my head.

"Makes sense, you must've gotten a judge or a law guardian that gave more than a rats ass." He let out a bitter laugh, purely sardonic.

"Yeah, that lady sure cares, the hag is trying to force me to choose my old hag in the split." I let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Sounds like a piece of work, give her a run for a money." He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Something a lot of law guardians and social workers and whatnot don't realize is that the older we get, the more say we have in the matter. And if you don't like who's supposed to represent you, then you can tell whichever parent you wanna switch. My personal favorite route is giving them hell and making them wish they chose a different career." He looked ever so slightly confused, so I continued. "It's the only time I get to be vindictive to the system, so I act like a little shit. Whatever starts pissing them off, I do more. They get tired of having to look directly at me while they're speaking? My hearing aids are staying out. I'll be sarcastic, dry, snappy, whatever it is that irks them, I'll do it. But, if you really wanna freak 'em out, next time she tries pushing you to live with your mom, look her dead in the eye and say that you've been recording the whole time from your pocket and trying to persuade you is illegal, so she can either keep her opinions to herself from now on or get fired and potentially lose her license. Anything else you add on to solidify your point is just the icing on the cake." He had a devious smirk on his face as he looked at me.

"Who woulda known that you of all extras would pull shit like that." He stated, turning back to grin at the ceiling.

"Everyone has at least a little bit of violence in them. Shit, Hitoshi just got his first detention for breaking a kids nose." I laughed lightly, still not able to comprehend my brother being violent.

"No way Mind Fuck broke an extras nose." Bakugou let out a gut felt laugh, just as aggressive as him.

"Yeah, first day back to classes." He raised an eyebrow again and let out a huff.

"Can't believe I missed that." I laughed at his response and nodded.

"It was pretty great, wish I got it on video." I checked the time and sighed, knowing the class would be back soon. "Get ready to have your energy sucked from your soul, I'm sure everyone's still running on an adrenaline high from earlier. You missed getting to fight Mirio, part of UA's big three." He scowled at the ceiling, clearly perturbed at not being apart of that. "If it makes you feel any better, he kicked all of our asses." A ghost of a smile came on his face but it was quickly wiped off as soon as the front door swung open. Mina came bouncing in followed by most of everyone else. My brother walked over to me and handed me my homework for the day, along with a concerned look on his face. "Anything new today?"

"Not for English, but everything else, yes." I sighed but accepted my fate, grabbed my stuff and curled into a slight ball with my work on my lap. Denki hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to me, an arm resting over my shoulders with a bright smile on his face.

"Hey." I whispered to him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Homework?" He asked softly and I lightly nodded. "Can we do it together?"

"Sure." I replied, lifting my head so he could lean forward and grab his things. His work resting on his legs while I moved my head back to his shoulder.

"Tsukababes! Can you help me too!?" Mina exclaimed, running around the couch in front of us.

"Too late, he's already helping me. You could always ask Yao-momo or Shinsou." Denki said somewhat jokingly. Mina huffed and pouted but ran over to Hitoshi. Denki pulled out a piece of loose leaf paper and started writing something before showing it to me.

Sorry if I was overstepping or anything, you just seemed kinda wiped after earlier. - D

I smiled softly and gently grabbed the paper.

No worries, I haven't really had a large social battery lately, so you weren't overstepping. - O

Okay, cool :) I just didn't wanna like, step on your toes or anything - D

I promise you didn't, if I didn't say anything then Hitoshi definitely would've - O

That seems a lot scarier, your brother has an intimidating resting face - D

I've learned how to read all of his minimal facial expressions, it's honestly a lot scarier when he smiles like our Dad, it's a near spitting image. - O

I don't wanna see that. Two Aizawa's? I think I might die or something, they would probably kill me. But how can you tell them apart? - D

Well, right now, that's his tuned out face. He's just kinda blank, wait for his eyebrows to pinch a bit and that means he's frustrated but doesn't want to show it. - O

He watched for a moment, clearly invested in the newfound knowledge.

Oh my gods, you called it. - D

I laughed slightly and watched as he tucked the paper into his folder before starting on his homework. I knocked my english work out first, helping Denki here and there before dragging through everything else, my brain just couldn't wrap around any of the words and numbers on the paper. Denki passed the paper from earlier back to me with something else written on it.

You okay? - D

Yeah, just kinda out of it - O

What's up? - D

Kind of a mentally taxing day and I can't wrap my mind around anything on the rest of my homework. I feel like someone just absorbed all my brain cells. - O

He looked at me confused as I looked over our shoulders slightly, angled towards my brother.

"Toshi! Gimme the braincell back! You got it all day, I need it right now!" He looked at me confused and buffered for a moment.

"I didn't have it at all today, so I'm keeping it. I'm tutoring." I paused for a moment before turning a little more.

"Midoriya Izuku! You stole the braincell today and now Hitoshi won't give it back!" I shouted a bit, feigning exasperation. He held his hands in surrender.

"I thought we agreed that I have it for two hours a day because of split custody!" I laughed lightly, trying and failing at keeping my composure.

"Just because I have special rights doesn't mean our brain cell gets to be tossed around! Hitoshi and I made it very clear that that wasn't allowed!" My brother snorted and quickly covered it up, stifling any of his laughter.

"Well I only had it for two hours! Maybe two and a half.. But that's because pick up and drop off was messed up without you there!" I ducked my head, laughing into the space between Denki and I.

"Don't blame me! Hitoshi was right behind you!" He paused for a second and looked to my brother.

"Well I didn't use it, I was checked out after we fought Mirio." He said and I paused, racking my brain for an answer.

"Then who did our braincell go to?" I asked lightly, suddenly very confused.

"Beats me. You were adopted first, you have sole custody of the brain cell." Hitoshi retorted.

"You're the oldest, I thought you had sole custody." He paused and turned to Izuku.

"Well, I can't argue with that. Maybe Pops and Dad took it too." I thought it over but shook my head.

"No, Dad and Pops have two brain cells, they don't need our shared one. Maybe Uncle Ecto borrowed it, I heard his classes are more hectic than normal this year." I suggested but Izuku was quick to shoot it down.

"No way, he'd have to have multiple with his quirk." He shot back.

"Would you idiots shut up already!" Bakugou called out before stomping away. All three of us started laughing and left it there for a while before I jumped up.

"Wait, I figured it out. Uncle Seki because his class is pure chaos." My brother pointed a pencil at me before tapping it to his temple. I laughed softly to myself before settling back into Denki's side, just in time for my hearing aids to die.

A shared braincell? - D

Perfect timing, my ears just checked out. Hitoshi and I started joking about it years ago because whenever I was doing great with school work, he'd usually be struggling and vice versa, plus a lot of our thoughts match up. In middle school we added Izuku to it because pf how well the three of us matched up and got along. We have mock custody battles sometimes, as you just witnessed - O

That's amazing - D

I like to think so, but that used the rest of my social battery so I'm debating if it was worth it or not - O

If you wanna head out to calm down you can, I don't mind - D

I'm okay, thank you though :) - O

You sure? I don't want you to overwhelm yourself or anything - D

Yeah I'm okay I erased what I started to write after, back tracking my thoughts I'll let you know if I start getting overstimulated or anything - O

What were you gonna say? - D

It's nothing - O

Come onnnn, please? - D

You don't really drain my social battery, it's rare that you do - O

I felt my blush spreading across my face and I was glad he couldn't easily see it.

I'm glad that I don't :) Doesn't mean I'll stop making sure you aren't too socially blah though - D

I nodded and blushed further when I felt the blond kiss my forehead, his body soon stiffening up.

Is everything okay? - O

Your brother is scary. - D

What'd he say? - O

He said that if he sees something like that happen again he'll make me regret touching you. Which I don't think is possible, but still, scary - D

I'm sorry, he's still a bit over protective at times. We're both the oldest and the youngest, so we flip back and forth - O

How's that even possible??? - D

He's older but I was adopted first, so even though he's physically older, I was the first kid in our family. - O

Huh, I didn't think about that - D

My mind started going in a different direction for a moment and my mood flipped drastically, plummeting exponentially at a sudden realization. Denki tapped my shoulder and pointed behind us, my brother staring at me confused.

What's wrong?

We didn't do my adoption party this year cause of what happened.

My brother's face dropped along with Midoriya's. The two looked at each other and back at me.

We can always do it another time to make up for it. Like a late birthday party.

What if it triggers me?

You won't know until you try. Plus, we can do a bigger one this year with our friends. Your friends want to know what's wrong if you're up for telling them.

I turned back around and rung my fingers in my hands, Denki gently pulling them apart before it escalated. Hanta walking around and crouching in front of us so I could read his lips easier.

"Do you wanna talk in my room?" I lightly nodded, knowing that if all of them knew something was up then they wouldn't let it go. So, Mina, Hitoshi, Izuku, Hanta, Kiri, Denki and I all went up to Hanta's room. I beelined for the hammock, Denki sitting right beside me and offering his hand to fidget with. My brother and Izuku sat on the floor across from us, Kiri in the desk chair with Mina and Hanta sitting on the bed. "What's going on, amigo?" I went to pull at my fingers but Denki redirected my relentless hands to his own.

"I realized earlier that my family and I missed my adoption party. It's.. really not that big of a deal." I tried to dismiss but nobody would let me.

"No, that's a really big deal, especially for us." I tugged on my bottom lip at Hitoshi's statement.

"Yeah, Tsukabro that's a huge deal!" Kiri exclaimed, Izuku nodding along with him.

"We still celebrate my moms. So, yeah, big deal." Hanta stated with wide eyes.

"Hold on, can someone explain what an adoption party is?" Mina asked with a raised hand.

"It's basically a day to celebrate when you were legally brought into the family." Midoriya summed up, everyone else nodding along with him.

"Yeah Tsukababes, that's like, a really huge deal!" She huffed out.

"I got to go to the last few ones that Hitoshi and Onryo had and it was fun, their family keeps it on the lower end for people who go but all of their Aunts and Uncles make it despite hero work and school activities!" Izuku exclaimed, stars practically in his eyes at the memory of all the pro's as a middle schooler.

"Yeah! We do my adoption party every year! It's basically the family birthday party and my birthday is my friend party if that makes sense." Kiri stated happily.

"Wait, why didn't you have one this year Tsukababes?" The girl asked innocently.

"It's August eleventh." I said quietly, watching everybody's faces fall at the realization. I was in Kamino being tortured. "I don't know if I even want a party this year for it after this year." I mumbled out, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Oh you're getting a party! I'll make sure of it!" Mina proclaimed, determination etched on her face. I let out a weak laugh but nodded, tuning out of the conversation while laying my head on Denki's shoulder, his arm moving to rest across my lower back. His legs slowly rocking us in the hammock until my eyes were too heavy to keep open any longer.

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kushami-hime · 2 years ago

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I’m currently fascinated with the idea of a sickie who’s never really been allowed to be a sickie in the traditional sense. Maybe they grew up overlooked, or always working, or self sufficient. But they never really had the chance to get the whole sickie experience. When they were younger it was always “no one has the time or availibility to care for you” or “no one wants to be around you so we don’t catch your Ilness” so now that they’re older is just “stay home alone and sleep if it’s absolutely debiltiating” or “put on a mask and power through” ((obviously non pandemic world))

So now that they’ve finally found a partner they loved and moved in with for the first time, they’re starting to let their guard down a little. They sleep in the same bed.

It’s the middle of the night and A can tell they’re coming down with something. It’s nothing life threatening, but not exactly pleasant either. So, by all rules and social cues they’ve learned their whole life, they reason that they should probably move to sleep on the couch alone so B can sleep undisterbed and not catch their illness.

So when b wakes up alone, and walks their living room to see A sleeping alone on the couch with no blanket in their biggest hoodie, their first instinct is to get worried. Did they offend A somehow? Is A upset with them? But then they noticed that they’re sorta wrapped in themselves, and they usually never sleep in that position.

And then that’s when A wakes up and starts sneezing. B looks around in the slight darkness of the morning and sees the tissues all around their hoodie.

“A, hon, what’s going on?Why are you sleeping on the sofa”

A automatically sits up and looks away from B, just trying to avoid getting them sick. “Oh, I’m sorry if I woke you up. I woke up during the night and started feeling sick and I- (they sneeze into their hoodie sleeve) didn’t want to disturb you.”

B slowly lowers themselves to their knees and turns As face to look at them “bless you. Hon you wouldn’t have been bothering me. Plus, you’re the sick one, you should’ve been the one curled up in bed! You sound awful.”

“It’s not too…too…*they sneeze again into their tissues* awful. I can just go to work with a mask on and avoid people”

“Hon, I love you, but you can’t go to work like this. You need to be resting in bed, especially since I think you’re running a fever” B gently places their hand on A’s forehead and cheeks. A is a little hesisant at first, but realizes the cool of their hand is too soothing to really fight.

“Are you sure, my love? I would’ve gotten a hotel room last night but it was really early in the night to call-

“A hotel room? What kind of s/o would I be if I made you go to a hotel alone when you’re sick? What put that idea in your head in the first place?”

And so slowly, but surely, A starts to explain their situation. How they’ve never really had a real sickie-caretaker experience, even as a child. All the times they’ve pushed through, all the times they were left sick in grade school, all the times they’re taken care of themselves alone, and all the times those around them didn’t want to be.

B is almost in tears, but they figure there isn’t a need for that to make the situation worse. “Well, all that ends today. I’m taking the day off of work to take care of you. Because I love u, okay?”

B gently kisses A on the nose, which sends them into a sneezing fit. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or for me give you my illness.”

“I’m not uncomfortable, I promise. You’re worth it.” And A has never heard that before. No one has ever been willing to take the time to tenderly care for them. Just out of love. It’s a shock to their heart. It’s a foreign idea, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel guilty about someone taking time out of their day to care for them when they’re contagious. But at the same time, he doesn’t want it to end, cause he’s never felt so valued and cared for before.

Throughout the day, A experiences new little moments with B. Forehead kisses, B stroking their hair with their head on B’s lap, cold compresses on their forehead. Temperature being taken a mouth thermometer, B warming up a blanket in their drier for them, and being brought tea and soup.

A has never none greater peace while sick, and B is just happy to know their lover truly feels loved.

In my brain I’m seeing A as Todoroki and B as Izuku.

This is the fluffiest fluff I've read all week like...oh my gosh, Anon. This is beautiful.

And T/odoroki experiencing what it's like to he catered to and properly taken care of, maybe even pampered...the poor thing ;^;

#kushami asks

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Everytime We Kiss

Hey hey everyone! Here’s the first social media fic with O’Knutzy! It was a lot of fun to write and it’s an idea I’ve been sitting on for a while, because I wanted them to be part of it. Hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather/ O’Knutzy credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Hey, Lions, welcome back to Lion Pride! I’m your host, Dorcas Meadowes.” She smiled at the camera. “We’re here today with James and Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Leo Knut, Finn O’Hara, and Logan Tremblay to do a series of challenges. That’s a lot of names.”

“I’m surprised you managed that in one breath,” Leo laughed.

“Leo, Logan, and Finn, this is your first time in one of our couples videos. Do you have any thoughts about that?”

“I’ve heard they’re terrifying,” Finn said. “But everyone seemed to have fun, so I’m kind of excited.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Dorcas winked at the camera and Logan raised his eyebrows.

“What was that look for? Should we be afraid?”

“Nah.” Another wink. “Anyway, let’s get started! We talked about this before we started filming, but just to clarify: you’re all cool with kissing each other and making physical contact?”

Lily snorted. “As long as I don’t have to make out with anyone, sure.”

James pouted his lower lip. “Anyone?”

“Not on camera, lover boy.”

“That’s fair.”

The camera cut to a title screen and words curled across the screen. Challenge Number One: Identify Your Partner By Touching Their Face

Lily sat on a couch, blindfolded, while James, Sirius, and Leo sat in chairs across from her. Sirius scooted forward and carefully took her hands, placing them on his face. She felt along his chin, nose, and forehead before pausing at his cheekbones. “Is this Sirius?” she asked with a grin. “I think this is Sirius.”

“You only have to identify James,” Dorcas said off-camera.

“This definitely isn’t James, but I’m ninety percent sure this is Cap. His cheekbones could cut glass.” The boys switched seats and James took Sirius’ place. Lily hummed when she touched his temples. “This might be him. Did you take his glasses off?”

“Yes.”

“Bummer, he looks cute with them.” James struggled to keep down a smile and Lily ran her thumbs down his cheeks. “Oh, I feel dimples! I think I found him.”

“You have one more to try.”

Leo swapped places with James and Lily started to laugh as soon as she felt his jaw. “Aw, baby face! This isn’t James. I’m going to go with Leo, since he’s got those cute little cheeks. Wait, wait.” She ran her thumbs down his nose and nodded. “This is Leo Knut. Button nose rookie. Number two was Jamie, though.”

“Alright, take your blindfold off.”

“Hell yeah!” She high-fived James when she removed the fabric. “Knew it.”

“New rule: you can’t smile while someone is touching your face,” Dorcas said.

The next person on the couch was Sirius, and he looked incredibly nervous beneath his blindfold. “Re, if I fail miserably at this, please know that I’m sorry.”

Remus was the first in line and had to cover his mouth to stop laughing before putting Sirius’ hands on his face.

“I don’t have to guess everyone, right?”

“Correct. Lily was just being an overachiever.”

“Hmmm.” He traced Remus’ cheeks and Remus closed his eyes with a slight smile. “This might be him, honestly. Long eyelashes. Un moment.” Sirius trailed his fingers along Remus’ lips. “I think this is Re? His upper lip is rounder at the top, and I can feel the tilt right here.” He touched the edge of his mouth and Remus’ eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Next person,” Dorcas said.

Lily took Remus’ place and Sirius immediately grinned. “This is Lily.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I can do this!” He lightly pinched her cheeks and gave them a squish. “She likes to make fun of Leo for having a baby face, but Harry has the exact same cheeks.”

“Alright, final person.”

“Oh, this is a tough one.” Sirius bit his lip as he felt along Finn’s face. “The jawline is like Re’s and his nose is really straight. Mon dieu, it’s either the first one or this one.”

“Do you want to try the first one again?”

“Sure.” Remus slid to the front and guided Sirius’ hands up. “Why did I do this to myself? Okay, the last one had a longer face, but the lip thing is really throwing me off. Is this—is this Finn?”

“I can’t tell you,” Dorcas said.

Sirius paused, then blew out a long breath. “I think the third one is Remus.”

“You can take your blindfold off now.”

“Fuck,” Sirius muttered as he looked at the people on the couch. “I should have gone with my gut!”

“I’m surprised you got us mixed up,” Finn said, scooting over next to Remus. “We don’t look alike.”

“It’s the jawline!” They both turned to look at Dorcas with equally disbelieving looks.

Leo was the last one with the blindfold; next to him, four people sat in the chairs instead of the previous three.

“Okay, Leo, you’ve got an extra challenge. You have to pick both your boys out of the group of four.”

“I think I’m going to be good at this,” he said as James lifted his hands, and stuck his tongue between his teeth in concentration. “This person has broken their nose a lot and their chin is too square for either of them.”

Remus took James’ place and Leo laughed.

“Oh, fuck, this is hard! Cap, I’m sorry for making fun of you. This is either Loops or Finn and I genuinely cannot tell.”

Finn widened his eyes at the camera and Dorcas stifled a snicker. “Third person, go ahead.”

“Okay, I can feel a pointier chin…” Finn’s shoulders relaxed as Leo ran a finger down his nose and over his lips. “This is Harzy.”

Logan was next. “One more, Knut.”

“Alright, I got this.” Leo shook his hands out and felt for Logan’s face, then skimmed them along his forehead. He hesitated, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Hang on. Hang on, I think I’ve got this.” He felt along Logan’s nose and nodded. “Yep. This is Lo.”

“How do you know?” Dorcas asked.

“He’s got a little bump on the bridge of his nose, and I know that because I opened a door into his face two days ago on accident.”

Finn had to press his face into James’ shirt to muffle his laughter. “Okay, you can take the blindfold off now,” Dorcas said.

“Yes!” Leo whooped when he saw the group, not even bothering to take the blindfold off all the way. “I knew I’d be good at this.”

“Peanut, I need you to do something for me.” Finn and Remus both moved their chairs so they were next to each other. “Take a good, long look, okay? Cap, you should get over here as well.”

“Fuck off, Harzy,” Sirius grumbled off-screen.

“Are you sure, baby? It might be a good idea,” Remus said with mock-sincerity.

The camera quickly cut to a title screen. Challenge Number 2: Identify Your Partner By Holding Their Hand

James was the first one up, this time. A long black curtain with a hole cut in the middle hung between his chair and Logan’s. “Do I just reach through?” he asked.

“Yep,” Dorcas answered.

He reached through and fumbled for a moment before Logan laced their fingers together. “Hmm. I don’t think this is Lily because her hands are smaller and softer.”

Logan let go of his hand and stood up so Lily could sit down.

James lit up. “This might be her! We aren’t allowed to wear our rings for the challenges, but this person has smaller hands for sure.”

“Last one.”

James nearly smacked Remus in the arm trying to grab his hand; Remus took his wrist and carefully placed it in the proper spot. “Slender fingers, but the passive-aggressive guidance is throwing me off. I’m gonna go with number two.”

“Alright, look around the corner,” Dorcas said.

He beamed when he saw the line of people. “I got it right! Fuck yeah!”

“Way to go, sweets,” Lily laughed, pecking his cheek.

Remus grinned at him. “Sorry for being passive-aggressive.”

“Are you kidding? That was a huge help.” James gave him a side hug and the video cut to Remus behind the curtain while three new people sat down on the other side.

He reached over and took Sirius’ hand, tilting his head to the side. “This might be Sirius…hmm. This is difficult. It’s definitely warm enough, but the calluses are pretty common among the team. I can’t use both hands, right?”

“Nope.”

“Bummer. The angle isn’t quite right for it to be like we’re walking.” Finn replaced Sirius, who looked mildly affronted. “This isn’t him.”

“Are you sure?”

Remus narrowed his eyes playfully at Dorcas. “Yes, I’m sure. Their hand is cold and way smaller.”

He flexed his fingers as Leo sat down. “Last one.”

As soon as their hands touched, Remus brightened. “This is Sirius!”

“Is that your final answer?” Dorcas asked. Sirius hid his face in the crook of his elbow as Leo’s shoulders began to shake with laughter.

“Yeah, no doubt.” Remus’ face fell and he sighed when he looked around the corner. “Fuck. Well, I guess that explains why I couldn’t figure out who the first person was.”

Sirius put Leo’s palm next to his. “If you can’t tell the difference, I need to hold your hand more.”

“Oh no, what a tragedy,” Remus said sarcastically, linking their hands with a smile. “Such a terrible punishment.”

Logan shook his arms out as he sat down in the chair. “I’m going to do so well with this.”

“Why’s that?” Dorcas sounded amused.

“I have two boyfriends, so someone is constantly holding my hand.” He looked quite smug about that particular fact.

“Yeah, but you have double the number of people to find.”

His smirk dimmed a bit. “True. Nah, I’ve still got this.”

There was a long pause after he reached through the slot and took Sirius’ hand.

“I may have made a mistake.” He closed his eyes and felt along Sirius’ knuckles. “This could be Leo? Maybe? His hand is really warm, but I’m not going to fuck this up like Loops did.”

Behind the curtain, Sirius’ face went pink with suppressed laughter. “Next person?” Dorcas suggested.

“Oui.” Logan bit his lip as Leo linked their hands. “Is this not the same person?”

“Nope.”

“Well, fuck. Can we come back to them?” He wiggled his fingers until Lily sat down and laced them together. “This isn’t either of them. It’s Lily, I think, since she has the smallest hands and I don’t feel any calluses.”

Finn sat down next and Logan paused before smiling to himself. “I think this is Finn. Wait—” He flipped his hand over and ran his thumb along the outside of Finn’s palm. “Yeah, this is Harzy. Can I try the second person again?”

“Sure thing.”

“And that’s Leo.” He gave Leo’s hand a squeeze and Lily covered her mouth with her hands, giving the camera a soft look.

“Alright, you can check now.”

“Ha! I knew I would get it!” Logan hugged both his boys and received two kisses on the head. “We’re going to wipe the floor with these guys, mes amours.”

“Square up, Tremzy,” Sirius scoffed, ruffling his hair as he walked past.

The next title card popped up: Challenge Number Three: Identify Your Partner By Hugging Them

Finn was the first one blindfolded this time and bounced slightly on his toes as the others lined up. Remus stepped to the front and took his hands, placing them carefully around his waist before moving in for a hug. “You’re too tall to be Logan and too short to be Leo, but this is very nice,” Finn muttered. Logan slid over next, grinning from ear to ear. “This is Lo.”

“How do you know?”

“Am I allowed to feel his ass?” Finn teased, making the rest of the group and the camera crew laugh. “No, it’s the shoulders and the height. Also, he put his hands between my shoulder blades.”

“Is that a thing you guys do?” Dorcas asked as Sirius walked forward.

“It’s just a Lo thing—” Finn cut off with a gasp as his arms wrapped around Sirius. “Cap cuddles!”

“What?”

Finn nuzzled his face into Sirius’ shirt. “Cap cuddles. I got banned from them because I fell asleep on him and drooled, which was an accident, but they’re the best.”

“You have one more person.”

“Unless Leo shrank four inches, I know it’s him.” Sirius had to practically pry Finn’s arms off him, resulting in an impressive pout that disappeared as soon as Leo took his place. “Yep, this is the one and only Nutter Butter.”

“You can take the blindfold off now.”

Finn leaned up for a short kiss halfway through pushing it off his head, which Leo happily obliged. Lily was next—she looked incredibly excited as she tied the blindfold over her eyes. “I love getting hugs from my boys,” she said as Finn walked over. “This might be James, actually. Dorcas, are you trying to throw me off by putting him first?”

“Can’t tell you, love.”

“Hmm. Can I try the next person?” Finn stepped aside and Sirius took his place; Lily sank into it with a happy hum. “This is Cap, but I might stay here for a bit and take a nap.”

“I don’t think that’s allowed,” Dorcas laughed. “Last one, go ahead.”

Lily ran her hands along James’ back for a moment before smiling. “I’m pretty sure this is the hubs. The first person was just a little too lanky.”

“Good guess,” James said, kissing her nose as she untied the blindfold.

“I’m not lanky,” Finn protested. “I’m buff and cool.”

Sirius looked far less nervous than before despite the blindfold, standing with his hands in his pockets as the next three people walked in. “Sirius, you seem more confident,” Dorcas remarked.

“I’m going to get this one,” he said with a shrug. “It’s easy.”

“We’ll see about that. First person, you’re up.”

Leo rested his chin on Sirius’ shoulder as they hugged, closing his eyes with a smile. “Aw, rookie.” Sirius pulled back and felt for his cheek, giving it a light pinch. “It’s so fun hugging someone my size.”

“Next?”

“Hey, Pots,” Sirius laughed and gave James a squeeze around the ribs. “Shit, dude, it’s been too long since I hugged you.”

“Are you sure those two were Pots and Leo?” Dorcas asked.

“Yep.” Sirius rocked back on his heels as James rejoined the line. “Leo’s the only one who’s my height, and Pots is my best friend. I know how they hug.”

“Alright, third person can step forward.”

Remus slid against him like a puzzle piece, tucking his face against Sirius’ chest. “There you are,” he said with a soft smile.

“You can take the blindfold off and check,” Dorcas said after a moment.

Neither of them moved; Sirius rested his chin on top of Remus’ head and pulled him closer. “Okay.”

The next title card popped up with lipstick kiss emojis. Challenge Number Four: Identify Your Partner By Kissing Them

“This is the final challenge,” Dorcas warned. “And just to be clear: you’re all okay with kissing each other?”

James snorted. “We all shower in the same room, like, six days a week and I’ve kissed all of them on the cheek about a million times.”

“Lily?”

“Sure, why not?” She shrugged. “It helps that three out of five are gay, though, and the sixth is my husband.”

“Fair point. Alright, Knutty, you get to go first.”

The camera cut for a moment; when it returned, Leo was blindfolded on the same couch as the first challenge, with four people in the chairs. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said. Logan leaned forward and kissed him slowly. “I hope that was one of my boys, because that was good. It’s surprisingly hard to tell, though.”

The chairs squeaked as James took Logan’s place and gave Leo a chaste peck on the lips.

“Well, that’s Pots,” Leo said with a laugh. “Sorry, man, but that was the most bro kiss I’ve ever had.”

James seemed torn between offense and amusement as he switched spots with Remus, who kissed Leo gently.

Leo licked his lips and paused. “…that was one of them. Is it okay if I ask for another one to make sure?” Remus raised his eyebrows at Finn and Logan, who nodded, before leaning back in. “Yeah, I’m gonna say that’s Lo. He’s being so gentle, though, which is new.”

Remus fist bumped Logan as he swapped with Finn, who tilted Leo’s chin up before lip-locking.

“Hiya, Harz, how’s it going?” Leo smiled and kissed him again.

“Are those your final answers?” Dorcas asked.

“Yep. Three and four for sure.” His eyes went wide when he saw the lineup. “Oh my god.”

“I’m so flattered,” Remus said, unable to keep down his laughter anymore.

“I kissed you twice?”

“You did, and it was very nice.”

“So, I need to kiss you more,” Logan said drily. “Because apparently I’m not memorable enough. Fuck’s sake, Peanut!”

“At least I got James and Finn.” Leo ran a hand through his hair.

James was the next one in the chair—once again, he seemed conflicted. “You’re still good, Pots?” Dorcas checked.

“Yep. I have total confidence in my ability to find my wife, but I’ve never actually kissed a guy.”

“Yes, you have,” Leo said off-screen.

James paused. “Good point. Alright, let’s do this.” He scooted forward a bit and Logan took a deep breath before pressing their lips together. There was a beat of quiet when they separated before James started nodding. “Okay. Okay, that was actually pretty nice. Not Lily, but not bad.”

Sirius shook his shoulders out before giving him a quick kiss.

“Was that—that wasn’t Lily.” James bit his lip. “Do it again, I want to make sure.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, but obliged.

“Nope, not Lily. Who the fuck was that?” he muttered as Lily sat down in the chair. She kissed him easily, barely able to keep a smile off her face. James hummed as she pulled away. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Be sure you’re talking to your wife,” Dorcas reminded him.

“That’s my Lily.” He took his blindfold off and raised his eyebrows. “Cap, you have the softest fucking lips, what the hell?”

“Thank you,” Sirius laughed, reaching over for a high-five as Remus whooped off-camera. “It’s a talent.”

Remus sighed as he tied the blindfold over his eyes. “Why do I have to go last, again?”

“Because that’s the way the cookie crumbles,” Dorcas said. “Pucker up, Loops.”

He cleared his throat and turned to face the chairs, tilting his chin forward; Finn leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his lower lip. “Hmm. Not bad. A solid seven out of ten.”

“Are you rating them?”

“I have to go last, Dorcas.” He pouted slightly and she laughed.

“Go for it. This is what we call workable content.”

Lily’s kiss was brief, but sweet. “Aw, that was Lily, wasn’t it?” he asked affectionately. “She’s wearing lip gloss and it’s kinda sticky.”

“Lily!” Dorcas sounded shocked.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to!” She nudged Remus’ knee with her own. “Rate my kisses, you judgy nerd.”

“I’m not judgy!” he protested. “But just for that, you get a three out of ten.”

“That was the best kiss of your goddamn life and you’re giving it a three?”

He snorted. “Best kiss? Best kiss? You’re cute and I adore you, but no.”

She scoffed and headed to the back of the group, but she was smiling. A grin tugged at the edge of Sirius’ mouth as he leaned in, kissing him slow and deep. Remus’ eyebrows rose as they separated, and he ran a thumb over his lower lip. “Well, that was Sirius. Twelve out of ten.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he bit me,” Remus laughed.

Sirius grinned at the camera, smug as the cat that got the canary. Remus pulled the blindfold off and tipped Sirius’ jaw back over with his index finger for another quick kiss.

“So, Cubs, this was your first video with us,” Dorcas said once all seven of them were sitting down. “Thoughts?”

“That was so much fun.” Logan draped his arm over Finn’s shoulder. “Chaotic, but fun.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what these idiots were groaning about,” Leo teased, bumping Sirius with his elbow.

“Did you get glitter poured on you? Yeah, I thought not.”

“You two were dripping in it for days,” Finn snickered. “It was all over the locker room.”

“Thanks for joining us today,” Sirius interrupted with a fake smile at the camera as he dragged Finn into a light headlock. “Make sure to like and subscribe!”

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babiesdreams · 4 years ago

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Can you do something with yuta and virgin inexperienced reader who is a couple years younger than him? With lots of details please 😏Thank you 😘

My first and last +18 Nakamoto Yuta

Warnings: It’s looong, but it’s gold. Virgin reader, oral (r and g)

The hotel room felt so cold suddenly. It wasn’t what you expected at all. You were determined to finally lose your virginity, and this tinder guy seemed nice and all. But why wasn’t he talking? Why was he so silent? His eyes were studying your body like it was the most interesting piece of art in a museum.

There’s a slight shine inside his eyes that makes your brain wander around, thinking on the situation maybe more than needed. But his gaze is just so... It’s like he saw you after a long time waiting. Like he just reencountered with the love of his life.

You light up a cigarette, trying to light up the mood a little bit. Your fingers travel all the way to your lips, placing the lighten cigarette on your red lips. You feel the smoke entering your lungs through your throat. Slowly filling you in with a relaxing sensation, calming your thoughts a little. Your feet walk towards the bedroom’s window.

You let the air out through your nose and mouth, slowly intoxicating the fresh air in front of your face. Your back is all Yuta can see now, making him anxious as to what your expression was at the moment. “I never imagined you would be so shy in person” You say before taking the cigarette back to your lips. Footsteps can be heard coming your way.

The feel of Yuta’s fingers around your cigarette makes you turn around, watching how his long fingers throw the cigarette out the window. “You’re too young to smoke” He whispers, before sitting down on the bed, again contemplating your body, studying every inch of it.

“Stop doing that” You say looking down, unable to keep the eye contact. He chuckles at your reaction. “You know” He starts saying with a serious tone, letting his body fall onto the soft mattress. “I’m not shy. I just... I can’t believe how beautiful you look in person”

You chuckle ironically. “Do you say that to every girl?” He sits back up. “There will be no other girl” His serious and low tone gets you even more nervous than before. “W-what do you mean?” You ask him, as serious as you possibly can, though keeping your thoughts in place becomes such a difficult task suddenly.

“I mean” His figure stands up, in front of you, not allowing your eyes to look away from his facial features, that reflect the light through the tiny drops of sweat visible in his forehead as he walks towards you. His fingertips caress your cheek softly, driving you to places you’ve never been before. “After today, I’m not letting you go” He whispers placing a kiss on your forehead.

His words make you feel uneasy, not really knowing if it’s cute or words a psycho would say. But you somehow feel like he’s right. Like his words hold such a true and deep feeling. His fingertips brush your body, following the lines of your curves.

You panic for a second, at the sudden move that takes you out of guard. Your hands push him away fastly, making his soft expression turn into a confused one. He looks down for a second, questioning his actions and trying to calm down to make the situation less awkward.

“It’s fine if you’re not ready” He says slowly, trying to comfort you. His body lays down in the bed again, his weight makes the bedsheets shake, as his figure gets marked onto the soft fabric. His hair bounces as he falls against the mattress. The view is pretty enough to be called a masterpiece.

“I’m ready” You say angrily, while your hands start pulling your clothes off. The boy sighs, turning around so that his body is supported on his forearms. His head turns to look in your direction, analyzing your rushed movements. “Do you know the 20 minutes rule?” He asks, lettng himself fall back down.

You shake your head, and even if he’s unable to see you, he understands your answer. “You need to wait twenty minutes from the moment you get an idea ‘till the moment you do it, to make sure you’re completely fine with it. So... give yourself twenty minutes from now” His voice sounds so calmed and relaxed, that those feelings get to you as well, letting your anxious self disappear.

“I have already thought about this, all these days, all my life. I’m just so tired of being the only virgin friend. I’m not a baby you know? I know how to make decisions” You scream angrily before getting on top of his lying body, placing your knees on both sides of his waist.

His hands grab your arms, while his body turns, placing its weight against your body and switching positions with you. “Are you sure?” He asks teasingly and you nod, still convinced about it, but when his tongue licks your neck, your cheeks blush like crazy, leaving you with a weird sensation inside.

He gets off of you chuckling. “Let’s do something else” He says calmly. You follow his steps with your eyes, wondering just what he was thinking about. He gets some poker cards out of his jeans’ pocket.

“So I’ll take a card and you take another one, we both put it on the bed at the same time and the highest wins. The winner asks the loser whether they prefer truth or dare” He explains mixing the cards and spreading him on the bed. You look at him with a judging look. “So it’s just truth or dare” You say teasingly.

He rolls his eyes back into his head and stays with that expression for a while, hinting you on how done he was. “Okay, okay, let’s play” You say, making his expression come back to normal. You pick up a card and he repeats right after, sitting down next to your lying body.

You both show your cards, revealing how Yuta’s card was higher than yours. “Truth or dare?” He quickly asks. You hum for a while, thinking hard about what you should answer. “Dare” You say unsure and he giggles. His hands grab your top, that was lying on the groud.

“Put this on” He says without looking. Your expression gets angrier at his words. “You’re supposed to undress me” You protest but he doesn’t listen to your words “We had an agreement. Only five minutes have passed, so put on your clothes, you’re gonna get cold” His voice sounds so good that you cannot protest his explanation.

You get your clothes back on and pick another card you both flip them up and again, they reveal Yuta’s win. “Truth or dare?” He asks again. “Truth” You say furrowing your brows.

“Why are you so obsessed with losing your virginity?” His question makes yourhead hurts “Dare” You try to change it, but the boy seems to be prepared for your attack. “I dare you to tell me why you are so obs-”

“Okay, fine I’ll tell you” You stop him from repeating every word. “Look, people just put a lot of pressure with this stuff okay? If you are my age, and you are still a virgin, everyone makes fun of you” You explain slowly.

“So it’s because of social pressure?” He asks. “No, I also want to lose it” You reply angrily. “Do you?” His eyes get fixed in yours, reading you like an open book as your mouth opens up again, to keep speaking.

“Yes, Okay? Stop treating me like a child. You’re just five years older than me” You say slightly pissed off at his parental like words. “I just wanna make sure you want it. That’s not something you say to a child, is quite mature actually” He replies, also angrily before he picks up another card.

You repeat the whole card thing, and this time your card is higher than this. “Truth or dare?” You ask him. “Dare” He spits out fastly. A smirk appears in your face.

“Kiss me” You say like it’s something so hard to do. He rolls his eyes again, for a second and gets closer to your lips. His soft and plump lips caress yours softly. His hand holds your cheek while his tongue enters inside your mouth, playing along with yours.

The kiss stops your mind from thinking, leaving it empty. A couple of minutes pass, and your lips are still connected, moving in different ways, letting the other in. There’s this slow motion that drives you crazy somehow.

His lips slowly get away from yours. His lids open following the same slow pace, just like yours. His hand is still on your cheek, though his other hand ppicks up another card. You pick up one as well. Not looking away from his eyes for a single second.

His eyes though look at the cards, seeing how you won. “I won” He lies. “Truth or dare?” You smile lightly. “Dare” He copies your expression, smiling widely at the thought. “Continue the kiss” He says without moving an inch. This time you’re the one who gets closer to him.

Your arms get around his neck, helping you get closer to him. This time the kiss starts off more heated, involving his hands into some actions around your body, like slight caresses your hair, playing with it a little, and then going down your neck, marking its path with his fingertips.

You feel goosebumps all along, which mix with a weird sensation growing on your stomach. His fingertips get to your belly, getting your shirt up slightly and caressing the bare sking underneath it. His body falls over yours, trapping you in between his figure and the mattress.

His hand moves get faster as you notice his bulge growing inside his pants. A loud sound stops both of you, making you turn towards his phone, ringing. He sets the alarm off and returns to the bed, standing right at the bottom of it. “Twenty minutes passed. What do you think?” He ask and you simply raise your arms, hugging the air while saying “Come here”

He obeys, getting closer on top of your body again. His lips press against your neck, sucking on it softly. You can feel how hickeys are being formed over your sensitive skin. His hands start rubbing your clothed clit, making you feel the friction as if the fabric wasn’t there.

You try to control you whimpers and moans as much as you can, but it’s impossible due to the given situation. Yuta smirks at your sounds though. Focusing on his movements around your clit. He gets your pants and your panties off slowly, making you blush at the sudden exposure.

You cover your face with your hands, wanting to hide your embarassment away. But his hands get yours out of the way. “I wanna see how those cheeks get redder” He says teasingly, You give him a deadly glare but you cannot hold it for long as his fingers enter into you, making you moan loudly.

“God you’re so wet baby. Did my kiss do this to you?” his teasy tone makes you mad as hell, but you’re not able to since he curls his fingertips, brushing parts of your walls that you didn’t know felt so good. “Or is it just because it’s your first time?” He chuckles at your angry expression. “You look cute like that” he says with a smile.

The action itself is cute but what follows, is not even near the term. His tongue licks out your dripping folds all the way up to your clit, where he stays for a while, sucking on it, moving his tongue around it and even slightly biting, without making it painful.

You are a moaning mess just by that. You always pictured in your mind how receiving oral sex would feel like, but you never pictured it like that. It feels somehow soft, but at the same time better than just a simple touch.

His tongue gets off of your skin, making you miss the feeling of it. And when his fingers get out of you, you just feel empty, as if something you needed was taken away from you.

Yuta gets his pants and boxers off, before getting closer to your face again. “You’re delicious, You knew that?” You giggle at his words in disbelief. And his comment distracts your attention from his hand, as they roll a condom along his length.

His tips hits your entrance, stopping your giggling inmediately. “Now, breathe slowly, this might hurt” He says softly and you do as instructed. His length slowly gets into you, stretching your walls painfully slow.

You can feel every inch of his dick through the sloopy texture of the condom. You let out some whimpers due to the pain. “ I’m gonna take it slow okay?” He says and you nod. His length never stops moving, though it moves sooo slowly that it almost doesn’t hurt.

You can see how he’s suffering from it tho. His expression hints pain and his dick twitches inside of you, as he’s really is needy at this point. “It’s fine, Yuta, go faster” You manage to say, fooling the guy.

At first it just hurts so much that you can’t even feel anything else, but then pleasure starts getting over pain. Loud moans start leaving your lips soonly after. “God I missed this” He whispers under his breath. You would have asked if you weren’t completely driven away by the different sensations.

You feel an overwhelming sensation brushing ove your whole body and just listen to his voice as he says “Let it go”, and like that you obey, cumming right away. Your whole body shakes behind his.

He gets his length out of you, not wanting to overwork you in any way. After you calm down you let your hands grab his dick, moving among it slowly and firmly. He makes little sounds under his breath and when your lips get into action, they turn into growls.

It doesn’t get long before he cums inside your mouth, leaving a weird and unknown taste on your mouth. “I fucking loved that” He says getting you up to kiss you deeply.

“I’m not gonna let you go” He says in between soft kisses.

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Summary: The divorce papers are still an issue. (Grey’s Anatomy 2x05) [Finally! I know. Thank you for being patient with me!]

You grabbed your things and rushed out of the bar. Steve quickly did the same.

“Y/N,” Steve called.

“No. I don’t want to talk about this,” you replied, heading down the street. “Not now. Not with you.”

“Y/N…”

“You didn’t sign the divorce papers. Fine. I get it. End of discussion.”

“Y/N.”

“What?!?” You finally spun around to face him.

“Oh… I usually just say ‘Y/N’ and then you yell at me. I haven’t really thought past that point.” You scowled and shook your head. “I actually didn’t have anything planned.” You hit him with your bag. “Hey!” He rubbed his arm. “What is with that?” You did it a few more times. “Hey stop it. Ow.”

“Seriously?! Seriously?! You know what, just leave me alone.”

Steve reached for you. “Y/N—“

“Stop it! I said leave me alone! I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

You stormed off, heading to find your car so that you could go back home. You were pissed at Steve and, mostly, yourself. How could you let yourself believe that he would be so willing to sign those divorce papers to be with you?

~~~

All you interns had just finished rounds and Gamora had you all in the hallway for assignments. Before she could call them out, Peggy interrupted.

“Has anyone seen Dr. Rogers this morning?” She wondered.

“His name is on the OR board,” Gamora answered. “He should be here somewhere.”

“Thank you.” Peggy swiftly walked off.

“Quill, Lang, you’re in the pit today. Val, there’s a cardiac patient waiting up for you on 2. Barton, they need help in peds. Romanoff, keep an eye on the Longs. And L/N, you’re with Rogers. I don’t want any problems. Go.”

Everyone hurried away while you stayed put. “Rogers?” You whispered. “Uh, I guess, which one?”

“Steve.”

“Uh, I don’t think—“

“Hey, life is short. Times are hard. The road is long with many a winding turn,” Gamora sassed. “He actually asked for you. Take it up with him.” Gamora walked away.

“Shit.”

“Shit? Oh no,” Tony showed up beside you. “It’s only morning. What’s wrong already?”

“Steve didn’t sign the divorce papers.”

“Oh,” Tony grimaced.

“And now he’s asked for me to be on his service today.”

“Well, maybe he will sign them. He just has to think about it.”

“But I don’t want him to think about it. I want it… I want…”

“You want to be the obvious choice. I get it.”

“Yeah… how’s trying to get Pepper going?”

“I think I almost have her. I’ve been in on all her surgeries that I can be. Fury and Hill are even making it work.”

“Wow. I wish I had everyone on my side. But… I don’t and it doesn’t matter anymore. It has to be his choice, not mine, not me pleading or begging. It needs to be all him.”

“Wise,” Tony nodded. “I still think he’ll choose you.”

“We will see… we will see…”

~~~

“Y/N,” Steve greeted when you found him.

“Your wife is looking for you,” you responded.

“Oh, my gosh,” he sighed. “This is hard for me, Y/N.”

“Well, let me make it easy then. I’m not gonna be that woman. The one who breaks up a marriage or begs you to want me. You can sign the papers or you cannot. The choice is yours. Either way, when it comes to this relationship, I’m out.” Steve’s eyes widened and he went to speak but you quickly cut him off. “Nope. We aren’t getting into it anymore. Now, where’s this patient I’m supposed to be helping with.”

Steve pointed behind him. “Down there. But, Y/N—“

“No.” You walked away, Steve following.

“Y/N—“

“No.”

Finally letting it go, Steve sighed and followed you into the patient’s room. There was a young woman on the bed.

“Good morning,” Steve greeted.

“Morning Dr. Rogers,” she responded.

“This is Dr. L/N.”

“Hello,” you greeted. “Can you tell us about your pain?”

“I’ve had a twinge in my back for a little while,” the young woman explained. “I thought it would go away, but then last night my legs went numb. And this morning my back… the pain is just too much.”

“Miss Yang, we’re going to put you on a PCA pump,” Steve said, “give you some morphine which should help control the pain.”

“Thank you.”

“Okay, but there is a bigger problem here. I’ve just take a look at your MRI—“

“Cris!” A man exclaimed, him and a woman rushing into the room and to the young woman’s bedside. “Why didn’t you call us before coming down here?”

“I’m sorry,” Cris said. She turned to look at you and Steve. “These are my parents.”

“What’s going on?”

“I was just about to explain that Cris’s MRI has shown that she has myxopapillary ependymoma,” Steve answered. “It’s a tumor in her spinal canal. But the good news is that we can operate. You have a 95% chance of fully if we get you into surgery as soon as possible. We can’t wait another moment. With a tumor this aggressive even waiting another day puts you at risk of permanent paralysis.”

“Father?” Cris questioned, looking to the man.

Mr. Yang shook his head. “No,” he said. “No surgery.”

“Mr. Yang, without surgery Cris will be paralyzed, probably within the next 24 hours,” Steve said.

“There will be no surgery today. We’re taking her home.”

“Cris needs the surgery,” you pressed.

“And she can have it at another time.”

“Look,” Steve tried again, “Mr. Yang—“

“We are taking our daughter home.”

Steve looked at Cris. “Cris, you are over 18. You don’t need your father’s consent.”

“I am Hmong, and my father is the elder,” Cris explained. “He says I go home, I go home.”

You could tell that Steve was holding back from a harsh reply. He gave Mr. Yang a nod before leaving the room, you following after him.

“Hmong? Let’s find out what that means,” Steve said.

“Do I continue to process her discharge?” You wondered.

“Yeah we have to. It’s insane, but we have to. It reminds me of this case I had one time and this woman came to the office and—“

“Look, do you need me for anything else work related?”

Steve looked around the hallway before pulling you into an on-call room with him.

“Look, I was married for 11 years,” Steve began. “Peggy is my family. That is 11 Thanksgivings, 11 birthdays and 11 Christmases. And in one day, I’m supposed to sign a piece of paper and end my family? A person doesn’t do that. Not without a little hesitation. I’m entitled to a little uncertainty here! At least a moment to understand the magnitude to what it means to cut somebody out of my life. I’m entitled to at least one moment of painful doubt. And a little understanding from you would be nice.”

“I am not fighting you on this,” you responded, opening the door. “Not anymore.”

You stormed away. Leaving both you and Steve in an confused state of anger.

~~~

Bruce was walking down the hall when he noticed Peggy.

“Dr. Rogers,” he greeted. “Still here, I see.”

“I couldn’t leave you,” she responded with a smile. “Have you seen the other Dr. Rogers by chance?”

“I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.”

“Thanks,” Peggy walked off and Natasha walked up.

“So, um, thanks for, uh, being there,” she said softly.

“No thanks needed,” Bruce responded.

“Okay.”

“So where are we?”

“Uh, the north-east corner of a medical center.” Bruce glared at her. “Oh, I’m, I’m getting back on my feet.”

“Fine.”

“That doesn’t mean that—“

“Natasha.”

“It’s my first day back, I’ve… I’ve got—“

“I’m not waiting forever.” The lights flickered, causing the two of them to glance up. “And, apparently, I’m not the only one.”

“Dr. Banner!” Nurse Vision jogged up. “There’s a problem with the elevator!”

“And?”

“Dr. Quill and Dr. Barton are stuck in it with your GSW patient that they were bringing up to the OR.”

“I should have fought harder for the pit,” Natasha grumbled.

~~~

“Lightning hit a sub station,” Maria Hill told Fury as they walked down the hall with Peggy. “We’re running on back up generators.” The medical center had lost its power. “One of them is down.”

Fury stopped, causing the others to do so as well. He rested his hands on his hips, annoyed.

“Breathe, Nick,” Peggy guided. “Breathe.”

“Don’t tell me to breathe, damn it!” He exclaimed. “The only direct means of transporting from the ER to the OR isn’t working. I’ll breathe if I wanna breathe.”

Fury huffed before making his way to the elevators. Gamora and Banner were there, watching some men pry open an elevator.

“How bad is it?” Fury asked.

“Two interns and a GSW to the chest,” Bruce explained.

Fury closed his eyes and put his hand to his forehead.

“Good air in,” Peggy coaxed, doing it herself. “Bad air out.”

Fury gave her a look before turning his attention back on the elevator. “Come on people! Get those doors open!”

The men working on the elevator doors, finally get the door partially open. Revealing that the elevator car was caught between floors. Peter and Clint were in there with their GSW patient.

“It’s jammed,” one of the workers said. “It won’t open anymore. This is as wide as it will go.”

“What did you two do?” Gamora asked the interns in the elevator, kneeling down to see them better.

“Nothing!” They both exclaimed.

“How’s the patient?” Bruce asked, getting down beside Gamora.

“He’s not looking so good,” Clint answered.

~~~

“Why do the lights keep flickering?” Cris asked.

“Something about a backup generator,” you answered, finishing up hooking the morphine up to her IV. “This pump will provide you with a morphine drip and should stop your pain.”

“I told you, I don’t need it. I’m going home.”

“You realize you’ll have to sign an AMA form stating that you’re leaving against medical advice.”

“Fine,” she nodded.

“I know this is new and confusing. I actually called a social worker, they’re willing to come down and talk to you—“

“Spare me the cultural divide, love. I grew up from the street down here. I play in a band. I get it. My father doesn’t. He says no, it’s no.”

“We’re talking about your ability to ever walk again.”

“That’s what you're talking about. I’m talking about my family. Have you ever even heard of the Hmong people?” You shook your head. “Our religion has got rules that are way old and way set in stone and way spiritual and you don’t mess with them.” She sighed. “You don’t anger the ancestors. Even if you pierce your tongue and play in a band.”

“What are the rules exactly?”

~~~

“Rogers!” Gamora shouted as she headed towards Steve. “You’re wife is looking for you.”

“I know,” he responded.

“Are you actively avoiding her?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged.

Gamora scoffed, shaking her head as she walked away. “You’ve got to deal with your problems before they all blow up in this medical center!”

“Steve,” you called, coming up beside him.

“Yes?” He replied, turning to look at you.

“You need to talk to Cris’s father. I’d do it myself but I guess having testicles is a requirement.”

Steve sighed. “Did you try social services?”

“They can’t help us. Mr. Yang believes that Cris is missing something that she needs for surgery.”

“Missing something? Missing what?”

“One of her souls. We don’t need someone from social services. We need a shaman.”

~~~

Peter and Clint were still stuck in the elevator with their patient, Tommy. The patient was getting delirious, trying to sit up and pull out the tubes and wires.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Peter asked, trying to stop him.

“I have to get home,” Tommy said.

“Tom, you’re in the hospital.”

He sat up. “Need to get home.” Clint and Peter quickly worked to restrain him. “No. Need to get home.”

Dr. Banner, hearing the commotion, peered through the small opening of the elevator doors. “What’s his blood pressure?” The attending asked.

“It’s not reading,” Clint informed. “He’s too agitated.”

“How’s his pulse?”

“Thready but it’s still there,” Peter answered.

“Do you have any instruments?”

“Uh, we have…” Peter quickly looked around. “Uh, just a code box and some gloves.”

“You didn’t bring an open chest tray?”

“No. We thought—“

“You don’t have time for excuses. Barton, blood pressure.”

“I’ve taken it 3 times,” Clint replied.

“And?”

“I can’t hear systolic over 50.” Clint looked down at Tommy, who is really pale and wheezing. “He’s gonna die.” Both interns look at each other, scared.

“Intubate him,” Bruce ordered. “I’ll be right back.” He went to push himself up off the floor.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“To get an instrument tray. You guys are going to have to open up his chest.”

Clint and Peter looked back at each, minds going a mile a minute as Banner stood up. Gamora was behind him, having heard the whole thing.

“Are you sure about having them open his chest?” Gamora asked.

“No,” he answered before he hurried away.

~~~

Chief Fury and Dr. Hill were walking down the hall together.

“This is incogitable,” Fury said. “There’s not enough power to move those elevators?”

“They’re doing what they can to replace the back up generator now,” Hill responded. “Fire department is standing by.”

“All critical patients?”

“Moved to the south wing.”

“Incoming trauma?”

“Re-routed to the other medical centers.”

“That damn back-up generator should’ve been replaced last year.”

“Yes, sir.”

“So why didn’t it happen? Dr. Hill, you know everything. Tell me whose ass I need to kick.”

“That would be your ass, Chief. You didn’t authorize the replacement generator to save money for the new MRI machine.”

Not wanting to show weakness, Fury walked away. Grumbling under his breath as he went.

~~~

It didn’t take long for Bruce to return to the elevator with the things the interns would need.

“This isn’t gonna be too sterile,” Bruce said as he got down to hand them the tools, “but we can still try. Prep and drape the patient.”

“On it,” Clint responded, quickly getting to work.

Peter stood there for a moment, nervously staring at Tommy. Eventually, he snapped out of it, shakily helping.

“Okay…” Peter breathed out once they were finished. “We’re really going to do this.”

Clint just looked at him, both interns feeling completely unprepared, as he kept squeezing air into the patient. Bruce stuck his hand back through with a pair of scissors and a scalpel in it. He hands them towards Peter, looking at him expectedly.

“Take these,” the attending said. Peter just looked at them, remaining still. “Quill, take the scalpel.” Peter just continued to stand frozen.

“Come on, Peter!” Clint exclaimed. “Take the damn scalpel!”

Dr. Banner looked at Peter, completely confused as to way the intern wasn’t moving. Bruce shook his hand to signal for Peter to take the instruments. But the intern looked away.

“Ventilate!” Clint demanded, annoyed at Peter as he shoved what he was holding into Peter’s hands. “I got it.” Clint swiped the instruments from Dr. Banner. He shot Peter an angry look. “Okay,” Clint looked to Dr. Banner. “What do I do?”

“Make a large anterior, lateral, mid-auxiliary incision in the 5th intercostal space,” Bruce directed.

“How—how large?”

“As long as possible. You need to get 2 hands in there. It needs to be long and deep. Use the scissors if you have to.” Peter then made eye contact with Bruce. “Quill, hold a light up for Barton while you’re ventilating. You can do that, right?”

Peter nodded, grabbing a flashlight from Banner. Clint took a deep breath. He was about to cut when Bruce startled him.

“Barton, be sure you don’t cut into the lobe of the heart,” Bruce warned.

“Uh… how—“ Clint paused to clear his throat. “How can I be sure of that?”

“You just have to be sure.”

“We’ll, uh, we’re definitely not in Kansas anymore,” Clint tried to joke before cutting into Pete’s chest.

~~~

You walked up to Cris’ room. Steve was standing outside, watching the patient and her father interact.

“Is the shaman here yet?” You asked.

“He’s late,” Steve replied. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “We need to get her into surgery right now.”

Before you really thought about it, you put a comforting hand on Steve’s arm. “It will work out.”

Steve looked down at your hand and then at you. You two stared at each other, lost in the others eyes. It was too long before you realized that you two were too close for your liking and that your hand was still on his arm.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, stepping back.

“Y/N, please just—“

You shook your head. “I’ll see how far our shaman’s out.” And you hurried away.

~~~

Bruce hadn’t moved from his viewpoint of inside the elevator. It had been a while now since Clint had cut into Tommy, but Bruce couldn’t see exactly what was going on.

“Barton, how are you doing down there?” He asked.

“Bruce,” Maria Hill said before Clint could answer. “The fire department’s here. They can get the doors open.”

“No!” Bruce turned to look at the crowd behind him. “Nobody moves. Nobody works not he elevator. I have an open chest and a very nervous intern in there. Keep them back until I give the word.” Dr. Hill nodded, motioning everyone back, before Bruce focused back on inside the elevator. “Clint.”

“I didn’t cut the heart or the lungs,” Clint answered, clearly surprised. “Dr. Banner, I didn’t cut the heart or the lungs!”

“Good, good. Very good. Now check for injuries and do a pericardiotomy.”

“Uh, I’ll need some lap pads, forceps, Metzenbaums and Satinksy clamps then.”

Bruce gave a light smile and a nod. “Yes, you will.”

Clint was quickly given the supplies and got to work.

“Okay… I’ve removed the small clot from the pericardium,” Clint informed Dr. Banner. “No obvious cardiac injuries.”

“Any change in the vitals?” Bruce wondered.

“BP’s still too low to register on the monitor,” Peter spoke up.

“We need to cross clamp the aorta.”

Clint grabbed the clamp from a tray next to him and put it through the opening.

“Stick your hand in and bluntly dissect down until you feel two tube-like structures,” Bruce guided. “The esophagus will be more medical and anterior.”

Clint stuck both his bands in the open chest. “Ah, I feel one tube that is easily collapsible and the other I store muscular, spongy. I can also feel the spine, just underneath it.”

“Yes, you’re touching the aorta.”

The intern grinned. “I’m touching the aorta.”

“Wrap the index finger of your left hand around it and apply a Satinsky clamp with your right hand.”

Clint put in the clamp. “Got it… Wait, I… I think I can localize the bleeding. I… Well… I think it’s coming from the inferior vena cava.”

“Can you find the lesion?”

“Yeah. Yeah… I think I can feel, ah—it’s too far in to repair.”

“Can you tell me how big it is?”

“Small, maybe… like, smaller than a dime.”

“Okay then Barton, I want you to take your finger and plug the hole.”

Clint nodded and did as directed. “I think I can feel his heart… it’s… it’s starting to fill more. It’s beating a little stronger.”

“Excellent. Keep your finger there.”

“Okay. Now what?”

“That’s it.”

“Really?” Bruce turned to lay on his back in relief. “I just stand here with my finger plugging the hole?”

“Yes. Until we can get you out of that elevator and into the OR.” Bruce lifted his head and looked at Dr. Hill. “Tell the fire department to get them out of there.”

“On it,” Hill responded.

Bruce rolled back over and looked at Clint. “Barton.”

“Yes, sir?” The intern replied.

“You just flew solo.”

~~~

“Okay, Cris. We’re going to shut off the PCA pump now,” you began explaining, “which means you will be in a lot of pain for the duration of the—“

“The healing ritual,” Cris interrupted.

“Are you going to be okay with that?”

“Yeah. I can’t find my soul if I’m medicated. No pain, no gain, right?”

“Just, tell me this… you believe in it all too, right? You’re not just doing this for your father.”

“I know it sounds like a load of crap but… just watch the ritual. You’ll see.”

“See what?”

“The moment it happens.” You nodded as the shaman came in with Cris’ family. She looked at them. “I’m ready.”

To give them some room, you and Steve watched and waiting from outside the room.

“How long do you think it takes to retrieve a lost soul?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know,” you replied.

You and Steve carefully watched the healing ritual. And you did see what Cris was talking about. The moment it happened. You didn’t have to believe in it, but you did find a new found respect for her beliefs.

~~~

During Cris’ surgery, you and Steve worked in tandem. You felt weighed down the whole time though. Peggy stood watch in the gallery, smiling down at Steve. He looked up every so often, always looking at his wife. You noticed each time.

You had already finished scrubbing out of surgery by the time Steve started himself. You were outside the scrub room, pacing. You couldn’t do this, this whole pretending to not care thing. It was too hard. You burst into the scrub room, Steve immediately looking at you.

“I lied,” you said. “I’m not out of this relationship. I’m in. I’m so in, it’s humiliating because here I am, going to beg—“

“Y/N,” Steve interrupted quietly.

“Just shut up. You say Y/N and I yell, remember?”

“Yeah.” He leaned away the sink, listening.

“Okay, here it is,” you took a deep breath. “Your choice. It’s simple.” You started to get emotional. Damn it, you loved this man too much. “Her or me. And I’m sure she’s really great. But, Steve… I love you… in a really, really big, “pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window”… unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.”

Steve was staring at you lovingly. He moved to touch you, but you pulled away.

“I’ll be at Happy’s tonight,” you continued. “So if you decide to sign the papers, meet me there.”

Then you walked out. Steve, distressed now, sighed. What was he going to do?

~~~

“Do you think he’ll show?” You asked, doing a tequila shot.

“He’ll show,” Happy said.

The door opened. You turned to the door hopefully, but it’s just Tony walking in. He came over, took off his suit coat and sat next to you at the bar.

“I got your message,” Tony said, motioning for Happy to get him a drink. “You gave him a choice, brave.” He nodded. “But he’s not stupid, though love does make you stupid sometimes. He’ll chose you.” Happy handed him a drink. “Thank you.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned. “I… I literally told him that I loved him. I’ve… I’ve never done that before.”

“He loves you too. He’s just an idiot.”

~~~

Steve was sitting in a doctor’s lounge at the hospital, fidgeting with a pen. The divorce papers were in a manila envelope on the table in front of him. Gamora entered the room, dressed up.

“How’s your patient?” Gamora asked as she put some things away. “The one who got her soul back?”

“She’s gonna be fine,” Steve responded. He looked up at took Gamora in. “Look at you. I’ve never seen you dressed up.”

“Yeah, well, I’m suppose to have a date tonight.”

“Yeah? Anyone I know?”

“Like I’d tell you.” Gamora noticed the pen in Steve’s hand and the envelope on the table. “You haven’t signed those divorce papers yet, have you?”

Steve shook his head. “Gamora.” He looked at her, pleading. “Tell me what to do.”

“Not a chance.”

“Why does this have to be so hard?”

“It’s not hard. It’s painful, but it’s not hard. You know what to do already. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be in this much pain.”

“I guess you’re right.” Steve sighed. “I shouldn’t keep you. Good luck on your date.”

~~~

Natasha found Bruce in the stairwell, as he went to find an on-call room.

“Hey,” Natasha stopped him, “I… So…” She sighed. “Here’s where we are. I work too much. I’m competitive. I’m always right. And I snore.”

Bruce looked at her confused. “What?”

“I’m trying here.”

Still looking confused, Bruce took a moment to think it out. “Oh! Ohhhh…”

“Yeah.”

“So?”

“Okay. We’re a couple. Whatever. DOn’t make a big deal about it.”

She began walking away. Natasha quickly paused though and turned around. She hurried to Bruce, kissed him, and hurried down the stairs.

~~~

Peggy found Steve in the doctor’s lounge.

“There you are,” she said. “I’ve been looking, well, everywhere for you.”

“Well, you found me,” Steve responded.

“So?” She glanced down at the envelope. “Are you going to sign those divorce papers or not?”

~~~

You were still waiting at the bar. Tony was there, but so was Pepper. So as he flirted with her, he kept an eye on you. Val, Clint, and Scott had joined you.

“He’s not going to come,” you sighed. “You all don’t think he’s coming.”

“He might come,” Val said.

“Yeah, you never know,” Scott agreed.

“He’s definitely coming,” Clint said. Val quickly kicked him from under the bar. “Ow. What? Do you want her doing tequila shots all night? I’ll be the one cleaning up the vomit. Besides, I feel good. I touched a heart today.”

The bell on the door went off again. They all turned to look, but it wasn’t Steve. You sighed and turned back to Happy.

“Pour me another one.”

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b-lessings · 4 years ago

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10 lessons I learned from the first 10 days of Ramadan 🌙

(personal, subjective, and in no particular order)

1) It's a constant work and it doesn't get easier. This is the first thing that came into my mind. As a matter of fact, the daily routine of this month is no joke, whichever deeds you try to perform and incorporate in your deen from the 5 obligatory prayers, to the sunnah, to the nawafil, to the azkar, to the Qur'an recitation, to the daily x number of istighfar you promised yourself you'd achieve, it is a lot of work, especially if you have a family to take care of, a job or school to go to, or more critically, if your mental health is not at its best condition. Every day (or night), you get out of bed and you're back at square one, you have all this list of tasks to do, and it gets a lot some times, and you do feel exhausted (but if you are among the lucky ones, then it is the good kind of exhausted), and it's not like your prayers are gonna perform themselves, you have to ger up, you have to act. That's why you need to constantly remind yourself why you are doing this in the first place. What is the point of fasting and waking up in the middle of the night to pray and spending hours throughout the day just remembering Allah swt and reading his book, etc. You have to remind yourself of the ultimate purpose of this month, that we are sacrificing the worldly pleasures for the sake of Allah swt, to gain Taqwa, to be in a state of constante awareness and consciousness of Allah's presence, to get closer to Allah swt the most gracious the most merciful, and that if we don't actually put on some work and effort, we won't get to where we want to go, we won't achieve any of that. It is good to keep things in perspective. Be aware of what you are doing, where you are now, where do you wanna go and what it takes to get you there. If it's constant work and effort, then be it.

2) You can't achieve anything by yourself, your intentions are not enough, you need Allah's support. In fact, for the first couple of days I was so confused, I had to ask my sisters " If the devils are all locked away, why do I feel like I can't focus? " And I was constantly asking myself, if I have already prepared, downloaded the calendars and planners, put up a big board on my bedroom wall, etc., Why do I feel like my Iman is getting low?, AstaghfiruAllah. Aren't we supposed to feel on cloud nine? In a state of pure bliss? And then I came across a khutbah where the Sheikh may Allah swt bless him answered my question. He explained that even though Shaytan is locked away, he has already programmed us, for 11 months (he even made a joke that Shaytan deserves a month off because he has been working too hard for the rest of the year). Anyways, what I realized is even your will and your plans and your excitement about Ramadan and your promises to do so and so deeds is not enough if you don't ask Allah swt for support, for sabr, for guidance, for help, for strength to be able to fulfill those ibadat and carry out the plans you have made for this month. You need to constantly ask Allah swt because who else is our refuge? Who else is our source of strength and patience ? Who else will keep us steadfast on the straight path? And who else is gonna help us against the traps of Shaytan? No matter how willing or excited or determined you are to perform your prayers, finish reading the Qur'an, etc, you still need Allah swt to bless your deeds, every step of the way. Without Him, nothing can be achieved. So in your sujood, ask Him that He give you enough strength to finish that prayer in full Khushoo' and concentration, and after that prayer, ask him for sabr and strength to manage to perform the next one and the one after. Tell Him that you seek refuge in Him from the traps of Shaytan, from laziness and lethargy, from the disoriented heart and the distracted mind. Show Him that you are vulnerable and that even though you are trying to do this for Him, you actually can't do it without Him. SubhanAllah.

3) Forgive yourself when you fall short.

{يُرِيدُ اللَّهُ بِكُمُ الْيُسْرَ وَلَا يُرِيدُ بِكُمُ الْعُسْرَ}

{God intends for you ease and does not want hardship for you}

Allah swt literally said this in Surat Al Baqara (The Cow) when he prescribed Fasting upon us and introduced us to the holy month of Ramadan. Soz read it again. As simple as that, I am not gonna develop this idea further.

4) No matter how much you prepared before Ramadan came, you aren't prepared enough. Well, are you familiar with the saying that Ramadan is like a marathon and you have to prepare for it way before? That's actually true. And guess what? No matter how much you think you are prepared, there are still gonna be some moments when you'd still feel out of breath, where you wish you'd have prepared more. May Allah swt make us reach the end of this month smoothly and seamlessly. May Allah swt bless us and accept our deeds from beginning to end.

5) Our deeds don't get accepted because they're good enough, they get accepted because Allah is merciful. I heard this in a youtube khutba just last night and it resonated with me. Put this in your mind, learn it by heart, print it out on your forehead if necessary! No matter how perfect you think your deeds are, they won't get accepted because you're an amazing slave of Allah swt and you win at worship and ibadah. Don't get too confident, beware of arrogance, control your ego. Stay humble and know your place. The only reason why your deeds would be accepted is because Allah swt will have mercy on you, not because you are so good that your deeds would qualify you for forgiveness and acceptance. So pray that Allah swt accepts our deeds and pray that he encompasses us with His mercy.

6) Don't compare to others, don't get intimidated by others, we are not on the same journey. Walk your own rocky path. I can't stress this enough. I know a lot of brothers and sisters Mashaa'Allah, Allahuma barik, are overachievers, or they might just be out of our league. And sometimes, through social media, we see what they share (in their attempt to motivate us and share some tips and good deeds, spread the knowledge, May Allah swt bless them, accept their deeds and reward them), so we get intimidated. Sometimes it feels like what we are doing is not good enough because it doesn't even compare to what X or Y are doing. And we feel a bit scared that we are not good enough of slaves for Allah swt or that Allah swt wouldn't be pleased with us like He swt would be pleased with them, and we can even feel unworthy and get discouraged ( beware it's a shaytan trap). It is simple though, your path to Allah swt is very personal. What a brother or a sister does only get to inspire you not discourage you or intimidate you. When you see someone sharing something good or beneficial, make duaa for them and make duaa for yourself then leave it at that. Competition is taking over every aspect of our worldly life, we shouldn't let it mess with this sacred part as well. And remember, we are not all on the same journey to Allah swt. It is okay if you can't recite the Qur'an in such a beautiful way or if you can't pray 10 rakaas of Taraweeh, it is okay if you can't read in Arabic or if you don't learn any hadith by heart. Allah swt is patient enough and considerate enough. Scratch that, He swt is the most patient, the most considerate, the most gracious, the most generous, and He appreciates your effort. What matters for Him is your sincerity and the purity of your intentions.

7) The less food you take, the more energy you will have. FACTS. I mean, imagine the struggle of having to pray Ishaa and Taraweeh on a full stomach where every time you get down for sujood you feel like your soup is coming up :/ Allahu almusta'aan. This month is not about feasting. It is literally about giving up pleasures (food being one of them) to focus on Allah. So, Focus on what's important and set your priorities straight.

8) Don't overdue it. Beware of the ghost of Burnout. So yeah, like I already said earlier, it is a lot of work and it requires preparation and constant effort. The aim is to be at our best shape of health and Iman on the last 10 nights because they are the most sacred, the most important, the most blessed. You might wanna consider starting small with your deeds and building up slowly. Allah's Messenger (ﷺ) said, "Do good deeds properly, sincerely and moderately and know that your deeds will not make you enter Paradise, and that the most beloved deed to Allah is the most regular and constant even if it were little." [Al Bukhari]

9) Personalize your ibadat / plans. In other words, do what's best for you and what's beneficial for you. Define your weaknesses and the areas in which you want to improve. Don't just do this or that deed because everyone else is doing them. Do not follow blindly. What is good for you might not be the thing recommended or done by the others. And what you need on your faith journey is not what X or Y needs. You will be judged on your own deeds, your own journey. Have a purpose and a reason for what you are doing and why you are doing that. Also, the more you feel like your plan or your routine is personal, the more you can relate to it and connect with it, the more sincere you will be, the more excited and enthousiastic you will be, and the easier it will be for you to perform your ibadat in Shaa Allah.

10) Too much information can be poisonous. If ,like me, you got into a habit of watching lectures and videos of speakers this Ramadan, then breaking news: it might get confusing. I don't want you to feel lost and confused. Allahima barik the resources are countless and limitless. But also, you have to beware whom you listen to. There are different sects, different perspectives, different rulings on certain things. So, try not take things blindly. Take them with a pinch of salt and always try to do a background check. And eventually, when it gets too much, always choose what's best for your heart, because we are created with an innate sense of "right" , our fitrah is sane, Alhamdulillah. So, try to be critical. Allah swt even recommends that.

I hope this post can be beneficial. Tell me which part you related to the most, and if you have any extra tips, please share. May Allah swt accept our deeds and grant us forgiveness, amen. 🤍

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walkerismychoice · 3 years ago

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Queen of My Heart - Chapter 36

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake X MC, Liam X Olivia, Hana X OC Lydia

Rating: NSFW (I didn’t intend it but it just happened

Summary: Liam finally clears the air with Constantine, and we go to the Fire and Ice Ball at Lythikos, the final social season even before Liam chooses his future Queen.

A/N: Umm, I don’t even want to know how many years it’s been since I updated, but it is with the encouragement of you readers that I was compelled to finish. My tag list is probably way outdated and I’m sure I’ve missed some poeple who’ve asked to be tagged along the way. Feel free to let me know either way if you want to be tagged or removed from the list.

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Queen of My Heart Chapter Index

“Hello, Father.” Liam greeted Constantine as he walked into the hospital room. He noted the King's color was back to normal and he seemed in good spirits.

"My son, I knew you'd come!" Constantine reached towards Liam with arms outstretched.

Liam just shook his head and held up a hand to stop him. "This is not that kind of visit. I'm here because I know... I know everything."

"What-" Constantine choked out before a coughing fit ensued.

Liam fought the instinctual urge to comfort his father. "Enough with the theatrics. I know about Madeleine...about you threatening the show if they didn't help her win...as if me choosing the woman I plan to spend my life with is some political game to be won."

"How did you find out? I gave strict orders that my demands were confidential."

Liam scoffed. "Seriously? I just told you I found out you tried to have the producers manipulate me into marrying a woman I don't love, and that's all you had to say for yourself?"

"You have to understand," Constantine pleaded. "Madeleine is what's best for Cordonia, and what's best for Cordonia is what's best for you."

"Unbelievable!" Liam felt the anger rising in his chest like a simmering pot ready to boil over. "You may have told yourself that to feel better about choosing your commitments to Cordonia over happiness, love, family... Maybe you’ve lied to yourself for so long you’ve actually started to believe it, but it's one hundred percent bullshit. I know I'll be a more effective leader if I get to choose the woman I want by my side, and that woman is Olivia."

Constantine's jaw dropped and there was a long pause before he gained his composure to protest. "Absolutely not. You know her family's history. I'd rather have you on the same page as me, but I am still King-"

"Save your breath," Liam shut him down. "You should know that your perfect candidate Madeleine has displayed some behavior quite unbecoming of a future queen, and it is all on film. I know Cordonians are generally flexible with their views on monogamy, but I don't think Madeleine sleeping with the host of the show while she's trying to compete for my affection will look good in anyone's eyes. She has been eliminated from the show and is no longer in the running. That leaves only Riley aside from Olivia, and I know you know what's going on there."

Constantine's face fell momentarily in resignation, but then he perked back up again. "Well, then you can bring back someone else. Kiara is quite lovely and is fit to play the part."

"Enough!" Liam practically shouted much too loud for the thin hospital walls. "Not that I owe you an explanation, but Olivia is stronger, smarter, and more capable of ruling a country than anyone you could hope to pair with me. You seem to forget that I am the son who stuck by you and am now the rightful and only heir to the throne. Your reign is coming to an end, and you have no choice but to accept my decision."

Unexpectedly, Constantine's demeanor changed, a sly grin creeping across his face. "My boy, I've always been a bit worried you were too soft to be king. However, seeing you stand up for yourself today gives me hope. I still don't approve of your choice, but I will no longer stand in your way."

Liam shook his head and let out an incredulous laugh, reeling from Constantine’s sudden change of course. "Bastien will take you back to the palace. We can talk more when I know it's not just the medicine that's gotten to your head."

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“Well, this place certainly explains a lot about Olivia.” Riley mused aloud as she scanned the ballroom. Ornate floor to ceiling windows with deep alcoves were surrounded by walls with intricate, gilded accents leading up to a hand-painted ceiling measuring at least 3 stories high. The grandeur of the space was both intimidating and beautiful at the same time, much like its owner.

“Has she shown you all the toys in her armory yet? That too says a lot about Olivia," Drake chuckled at his own joke.

Riley laughed along. “No, but she does constantly remind me she keeps a dagger hidden under her skirt. Are you sure Liam knows what he’s in for?”

"Heh. Better him than me, that's for sure. Liam's warm and fuzzy exterior can make him seem like a pushover, but he can hold his own when it matters. Olivia needs someone who can roll with her mood swings but still call her on her bullshit when needed."

"You know, I admit I had a little trouble wrapping my brain around Liam choosing Olivia, but when you put it that way, it makes sense. Now I suppose I need to find Kat so I can figure out if I need to dance with Liam or something. Ugh, I cannot wait until all these balls are over.

Drake almost doubled over laughing. "Oh, Bennett, I hate to break it to you, but this shit never ends. Next will be the coronation, then some charity gala, Liam's wedding...the list goes on. Welcome to your life as a noble woman."

Riley stared ahead blankly as a giant wave of realization washed over her. It was all so much, so fast. She'd never had time to think past the next day to consider this was all ending soon, and then what? Did she stay with her new-found family and live this life that was still foreign to her in so many ways? What about her life in New York? Sure, she didn't have much going on at the moment, but she still had her aunt Susan and best friend Sarah along with some good friends at work like Daniel. Becoming a therapist was still one of her goals, at least it was until the day she left for Cordonia. Now everything was so unclear, and she could hardly breathe.

Drake must have noticed her face looking some kind of way because he placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her to an open doorway to a nearby balcony. "Why don't we get you some air before you go off and do your thing for the show?"

Once outside and around the corner of the wraparound balcony, Drake pulled Riley into his chest, holding her securely, and she was almost instantly calmed. All the what-ifs fell away, and it was just them. All she needed was the be with him, wherever that turned out to be, and everything else would fall into place.

But what if Drake didn't quite feel the same? They'd been talking as if they'd be together indefinitely, but in reality, they'd only known each other two months. The anxious fluttering in her chest started up again.

Drake pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Riley, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You know, we're both still half American. We can move back to the states....or uh, I mean you can move back to the states if that's what you want." His eyes darted bashfully to the ground.

Riley's face lit up, the nervous thumping in her chest giving way to excited butterflies. "I like the sound of 'we' better if that's what you really meant. You'd really move back to the U.S. with me? I mean I've hardly had the chance to think about what I want, so that may be irrelevant, but you seriously see a future with me?"

"I do." Drake smiled earnestly. "I'm sure anyone who knows me will think I've gone mad, but whether it means being in New York City and putting up with cramped apartments and way too many people, living a quieter, simple life in Texas, or stealing moments away at dreadful Cordonian events such as this, I know we can make our own happiness...together."

"Wow, the Drake Walker I met two months ago would not believe what's coming out of your mouth right now." Riley touched the back of her hand to Drake's forehead in jest. "Are you sure you aren't running a fever?"

"Haha, very funny." Drake swiftly but gently pushed Riley back again the stone wall. "I'm not feeling ill, but I know how to make your temperature rise.

"You pushing me against duchy walls is becoming a thing, huh? Must have really enjoyed the almost public sex last time."

"Possibly," Drake teased as he slipped his hand through the side-slit in her icy-blue gown, gently gliding his fingers up her thigh. Riley braced herself as Drake neared the place she wanted him the most. Goosebumps gave way to a burning need before she remembered where they were.

"Wait." She pushed a hand against his chest. "We're not exactly alone here, and we've gone to such lengths to keep this under wraps. Someone could walk out here at any moment."

Drake shrugged. "I know it may be a bit reckless, but honestly at this point, I don't care. I just want you."

Riley opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out before Drake swooped in for a searing kiss. She instantly melted into him, Drake continuing his earlier action and deftly plunging two fingers inside her, his eyes widening slightly in surprise when he noticed there was no fabric barrier to work around. A strangled moan escaped Riley's throat as he stroked the exact spot he knew always left her at his mercy.

Drake pulled back with a satisfied grin. "Do you want me to stop? Just say the word and we'll go back in right now."

Instead of answering, Riley yanked him by the collar and crushed her lips to his. Drake responded by hoisting her up and over to the balcony. He perched her atop the railing, one hand grasped firmly around her waist and the other making quick work of undoing his pants.

Teetering on the narrow ledge two stories high, Riley clamped her hand tightly to the railing on either side of her and Drake noticed. "I've got you Bennett, no need to worry. I won't let anything happen to you. I'm just doing my job after all," he said with a smirk.

She smiled at his reference to what was now an inside joke between them. But all joking aside, he always made her feel safe. She released her grip, flinging her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Drake eased his cock free and Riley could tell how hard he was just by sight, the skin stretched taught from his perfect proportion of thickness and length. He lifted her dress and she couldn't wait any longer. She pulled him in and he took the invitation to thrust inside her. Even as wet was she was, his size created just the right amount of fullness and friction to take her breath away.

Riley moaned and gasped with each thrust, which in turn seemed to turn Drake on even more. The thrill of being up so high with nothing but him to hold her only added to her excitement and when he began rubbing circles over her clit with his thumb that was all it took to push her figuratively over the edge. She tightened around him everywhere, her orgasm eliciting immense heat and pleasure with every pulse, resulting in Drake picking up his pace until his own release followed shortly thereafter.

Drake carefully set Riley down before putting himself back together. "I'm almost a little disappointed we didn't nearly get caught this time."

"If I don't get back in there immediately, that's still a possibility." Riley had no idea how much time had passed but it was probably more than she thought. "Fuck, Kat is going to be pissed." Riley straightened her skirt and started towards the ballroom door.

"Wait!" Drake puller her in for a quick kiss. "I love you. Just so you don't forget."

Riley rolled her eyes but smiled. "You know you have nothing to worry about. If Liam's charms haven't wooed me yet, I think you’re safe. But I love you too. Now go do your job." She smacked him on the ass before hustling back to the ballroom, Drake following shortly thereafter.

As expected, Kat was frantic when Riley found her. “Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to meet up with me twenty minutes ago?”

Overhearing Riley’s scolding, Olivia smugly sidled up next to them. “I mean, I didn’t mind getting extra time with Liam, but you know Jo and Kat and there ‘ratings’, Olivia said while gesturing with air quotes. She scanned Riley from head to toe and then glanced over to Drake on the perimeter. “Ugh, I can tell you exactly what, or rather who she was doing. Gross. I guess that just makes my position more secure, but really, couldn’t you have waited until after my ball to fuck him?”

Riley sheepishly smoothed her hair and adjusted her dress. “I just needed some air, that’s all. I was having a moment.”

Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Whatever you want to call it. Although I still cannot fathom why you chose Drake, I suppose I should be a little easier on you for eliminating yourself from the competition and allowing Liam to break free of his distraction of the shiny new object.”

“Aww, Olivia, that’s so sweet. Next thing you know we’ll be best friends,” Riley replied sarcastically.

“I don’t know about friends...but I do dislike you less than the rest of them.” Olivia tried and failed to hold back a smile.

“I’ll take it,” Riley said with a laugh before turning to Jo. “Okay, now tell me where I need to be.”

Jo set Riley up with Liam on the dance floor. It still wasn’t hard to pretend to be into Liam because it wasn’t all pretend, but there was no lingering pining between them.

“Well, I spoke to my father this morning.” Liam spun Riley around and brought her back to face him.

“Finally!” Riley exclaimed. “How did that go?”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around it to be completely honest, but it went surprisingly well. I told him I knew everything, and he no longer had a say in my decision. He tried to argue with me at first, but somehow something I said made him respect me. He still may not agree with my choice, but I think this is finally all over! I am free to choose who I want without any threat or blackmail hanging over my head.

Riley pulled Liam in and hugged him tightly. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you, and for all of us.” The weight on Riley’s shoulders was suddenly ten times lighter. She hadn’t let herself think too deeply about how much was at stake, but now that the air was clear, she realized how stressed she had been. “Now all that’s left is for you to tear my heart to pieces on national television, and you get your fairy tale ending.”

Liam chuckled. “I’ll try to let you down easy.”

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Drake stood in his usual position off the side of the dance floor. This may not be the last of these events he’d have to endure, but at least it should be the last time he’d have to stand on the sidelines watching Riley dance with someone else. He was secure in what they had, but it still didn’t stop that twinge of jealously seeing her and Liam together talking, touching, and having fun. But it wasn’t a bad thing that his best friend and girlfriend get along so well. Girlfriend...that’s the first time he’d used that term for anyone he’d “dated”, even if only in his head. It was hard to believe everything was falling into place.

Drake took his eyes off Riley to scan the perimeter. What he saw didn’t immediately register as out of the ordinary, but then he quickly recalled this person walking towards the dance floor wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Bastien, check out three o’clock.” Drake altered Bastien via his radio earpiece. “How did she get in here without security clearance?”

“I don’t know.” Bastien replied. “I’ll check with the other guys to see who let her in. Keep an eye on her.”

Drake watched in concern as Madeleine marched towards the dance floor. She’d been banned from the rest of filmed events after her stunt. Not wanting to let her cause a scene, Drake was about to stop her from getting any closer, when she pulled out an unmistakable object. She had a gun and it was pointed right at Riley and Liam.

Before Drake could alert the rest of the team, people started to scatter. He heard a familiar click and knew he had to disarm Madeleine immediately, but it was too late. A shot went off and he didn’t hesitate. Drake dove between the bullet and his two best friends on the dance floor, and that would be the last thing he remembered before he hit the floor.

#QOMH #TRR #drake x mc #ns*fw #playchoices fanfiction #the royal romance #my fic

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wettyres · 3 years ago

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rules and regulations, T, 890 words. AO3 Link (archive locked)

full ficlet under cut

He really didn't want to sit through this in person meeting with the stewards. Usually minimal incidents, like ones in the first five minutes of free practice, could be resolved with his people talking with their people, and he'd never have to leave the paddock. Instead he was explaining over and over again exactly what happened, all the while thinking about the car.

Calling this car difficult was to put it mildly. Lewis kept trying to remind himself that there were many, many things out of his control but that little control he had fell away as he lost his confidence in the car under him.

There was only so much he could do, and it frustrated him to no end. Free practice was one thing but the poor performance would be set in stone come qualifying on Saturday, and he just needed to get into the right mindset. Something, some view point he can't reach with his champion drive, that will let him not spiral. He had far too many hopes that have been dashed to death on a rocky seashore. He needs to hit the acceptance stage of grieving for the dream car that never was.

This stupid meeting wasn't making it easier.

"I think that's all we need to know for now Mr. Hamilton. From where we stand, there will be no penalty taken, but we will keep you informed if that changes."

"Thank you," he stood and shook their hands. Finally he was free, to go back to the moterhome and try to not let the foreboding future get to him.

He was out of the room and not paying attention when he nearly runs into Sebastian on the stairs.

"Oh! Hey man."

The team was so busy today with debriefs and discussions and the sim that Lewis didn't get the chance to welcome Seb back in person.

"Welcome back, how are you?"

"Ah, good, good to see you Lewis. Trouble again?" He gestured to the room at the top of the stairs.

"Yeah it's something that could have been resolved with an email." He shrugged, a universal 'what can you do'.

Seb looked at him closely and nodded, before asking "Have you've been sleeping? You look tired."

If it was anyone else he bumped into, asking more questions after a full tiring day and extra questioning from the stewards on top, Lewis would be short. A media practiced smile and a quick I'm fine. But he doesn't have to mince words with Seb, he knows he's been watching the races and they've talked about this issue before. "I've been sleeping alright, no issues with jet lag thankfully. My main issue is the car."

He brings his hand up to his forehead and sighs like he's trying to exhale all of the angst this machine is causing him.

Seb puts his hand on his shoulder, rubbing in a soothing kind of way. Lewis doesn't bring his head out from his hand and so Seb pulls him in, folds him into a hug.

Seb was warm, a little sweaty and smelled exactly the same as he did in Abu Dhabi last year. Lewis leans into him, unconsciously squeezing him tighter and not noticing until Seb said "That bad hmm."

"P11 and P13, highest in turn 3 was 7th."

"Hmm, our highest was 8th, looks like we will be battling again."

Lewis huffs. All the years he talked about being back in direct competition with Seb, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind.

They stay holding each other until Lewis remembers proper social behaviors for male friends and lets him go. He still lingers in his space.

He pats Seb on his shoulder. "So what are you here for?"

"Illegal scootering on the track."

That caught him off guard. "What?" he laughed.

"You didn't see it?"

"No, what happened?"

"Engine caught fire after a few laps."

"Holy shit are you-"

"I'm fine, I put it out and instead of waiting for a car I borrowed a marshal's scooter to make it back to the pit lane once practice ended. Didn't even go faster than my bike but they summoned me. Hopefully it's not a penalty."

"Wow, I can't believe I missed that." He tried to imagine Seb on a vespa just cruising along on the track and couldn't hold back his laughter. He had to hold on to Seb's arm, trying to get out "10 second penalty for illegal scootering" in between breaths.

Seb seemed to have understood, and was smiling at him.

Lewis had truly missed this, missed him. He wanted to say that, wanted to say how glad he was here because no one else properly got how he was feeling with this car, wanted even more to give in and ruin what they had just to kiss him.

All he got out was "I-" before the stewards called out, "Mr. Vettel we are ready for you now."

Seb stepped around Lewis on the stairs, wrapped an arm around him and squeezed his hip in goodbye.

"Lets talk later?"

"Yeah I'll call you tonight. Good luck up there."

Seb smiled in a way that clued Lewis in that he was going to make a terrible joke. "I'll tell them that the scooter was faster than my car, maybe convince them to let me use it in the race."

#sewis #ficlet #0544.#dj khaled voice: another one #really proud of this one tbh supposedly i got their voices right!#preslash

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ah-ga-seven · 4 years ago

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Till’ The End Of Summer - Chapter 12

>> series masterlist <<

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other; even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated?

Word count: 8K

Idol Cameos: ATEEZ Wooyoung, NCT Johnny, ITZY Ryujin & Yeji.

Genre: Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of drug use and alcohol consumption.

A full week of radio silence from your end had passed. No matter how many times Yeonjun called or texted, begging you to listen to him; you didn’t give in. In fact, you blocked his number, his Instagram…and his Snapchat.

Soobin had also been avoiding Yeonjun, though they lived together they hadn’t seen each other and Soobin made it no secret that he was actively avoiding any type of contact with Yeonjun, even though Yeonjun had tried to reach out several times.

“Yeonjun…don’t you think you’ve had enough.” Wooyoung says snatching the liquor bottle from a highly intoxicated Yeonjun.

He scoffed, snatching back the bottle of Jack from Wooyoung's grip, taking another sip. The burn of the liquid was nothing compared to the lingering burn of his broken heart, so he didn’t hold back.

“Don’t you think you should mind your own fucking business,” he counters unnecessarily rude as he slouches on Wooyoung’s couch.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes at his friend and he checks his phone, scrolling through his socials to distract himself from the feeling of wanting to punch Yeonjun in the face.

Wooyoung was giving Yeonjun the benefit of the doubt given the vaguely explained circumstances and was acting as his babysitter; even though it was usually the other way around in their friendship.

He was a few swipes in before his orbs landed on the Instagram story of Johnny Suh. His eyes enlarged when he saw you at his party, sitting comfortably on the couch with your legs draped over Johnny’s, looking as happy as ever. Wooyoung looked at Yeonjun through hooded lids as he followed Yeonjun's gaze into nothingness while he took another sip from the bottle.

“Oh…so you don’t want me to tell you where y/n is right now? Or more importantly…who she’s with.”

“What are you on about,” Yeonjun speaks sighing as he rubs his forehead in agony.

“See for yourself.” Wooyoung replies panning the phone to Yeonjun’s line of sight as he replays the video.

Yeonjun’s eyes popped out of his skull as he observed you cozying up to that motherfucker. He snatched the phone from Wooyoung, going back and forth in his stories to try and catch another glimpse of you.

“Oh hell no,” he huffed as he got up from the couch. “I’m going.”

“Where?”

“To Johnny’s, where the fuck else.”

‘Not alone you’re not.” Wooyoung says grabbing his car keys.

When Johnny invited you to one of his iconic parties, you didn’t have to think twice. The best way of getting over Yeonjun was by getting under someone else and that was exactly what you planned to do when you first got here….but god how things took a turn.

You drank…and drank…and drank…and then you might have just accidentally joined the stoners in the garden.

You were drunk, high and high again, and nothing was registering to you anymore other than the fact that you had the munchies, even though you wanted to throw up.

“First time?” Ryujin chuckled as she wrapped her blanket around you to share her warmth.

She took the blunt from you and patted your head in comfort as she passed it to some guy named Jungwoo. You didn’t know how you got so close to her in such a short amount of time, but not having Mia around to cling to made you socialize with people you normally wouldn’t hang with.

“No, but I’ve…never combined the two.”

“Yeah, rule number one, don’t do that unless you’re a veteran,” she states.

“I need to lie down otherwise I’ll hurl," you whine, and you weren't even kidding.

“Oh, shit y/n, let’s go somewhere quiet then, quick.” Ryujin got up and took your hand, leading you to the stairs as quickly as she could in hopes you would stay conscious throughout. Your legs were on automatic pilot, but you also knew it wasn’t going to take long before they would give out on you.

Johnny saw how Ryujin basically dragged you up the stairs and frowned, leaving in the middle of a heated Uno game to check on you. He sprinted up the stairs and hooked his arm around your waist as he put your arm around his neck for support, helping you up the remaining steps.

“Are we okay here?” he asked looking from you to Ryujin. “Uh, she mixed weed with alcohol and is having a bad reaction.” Ryujin snickered.

You couldn’t do anything other than look up at Johnny with googly eyes, giggling at him. Your cute action made him laugh in response and he leads both you and Ryujin to his bedroom without a word.

“She can sleep it off here.” Johnny says as he opens the door to his room, gently placing you on the bed.

Your limbs hit the off switch as your body made contact with the bed. Everything was spinning and all you could do was giggle to yourself, which made Johnny and Ryujin laugh at your antics once again.

Ryujin pulled the covers over you before she sat down on the foot end of Johnny’s bed, she watched him stare at you and sighed.

“Thanks for letting her stay here.”

“Mi casa is Suh casa” Johnny says giving Ryujin and yourself a wink and you scoff. “You didn’t just make that lame joke,” you judge him even in your state and he chuckled, crouching down before you to pet your head.

“How about you sleep off your attitude,” he says with a smirk, and you just stick your tongue out as you snuggle your cheek into the pillow; closing your eyes to doze off.

In the meantime, Yeonjun and Wooyoung had found their way to Johnny’s home. Yeonjun had been ringing the doorbell for the past minute and was slowly losing his sanity while Wooyoung waited patiently beside him.

“Just call someone you know in there. They probably can’t hear because of the music.” Wooyoung tries to explain, but Yeonjun didn’t listen and switched from ringing the doorbell to knocking on the door.

Wooyoung groaned at his stubbornness and just like that the door opened with a dramatic swing, and in the door opening was no one other than Hwang Yeji.

“I thought they came to collect the trash at noon,” she says deadpanning Yeonjun in the eye as soon as her gaze landed on him.

Yeonjun groaned in annoyance and held on to Wooyoung for life support. “Very fucking funny Yeji, your humor is just as dry as your p-…you can finish that sentence yourself. Would you tell me where my girlfriend is?”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened at his mean comment and covered Yeonjun’s mouth with his hand. “He had a lot to drink,” Wooyoung says as Yeonjun takes Woo’s hand from his mouth aggressively.

Yeji ignored Wooyoung’s attempt to salvage the damage and averted her attention back to Yeonjun.

“Girlfriend? Do you mean y/n? The fact that she decided to date you is sad.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’d be salty too if I were you. You don’t have to act as if you weren’t screaming my name a few months ago.”

“Ok, Yeonjun. Seriously, shut up.” Wooyoung pushes Yeonjun past Yeji through the door opening before Yeji would decide to swing at him, pulling him aside below the staircase.

“Dude what the fuck.” Wooyoung says under his breath. Yeonjun just shrugged, grabbing the first freshmen that passed by them by their collar, pulling the poor boy closer so he could ask him about your whereabouts.

“Hey, dwarf. Have you seen a girl with (a description of your physical appearance.) probably shitfaced drunk, possibly accompanied by Johnny Suh.”

The kid was baked as fuck, his eyes were red and hanging low. He just chuckled looking back and forth from Yeonjun to Wooyoung “Dude there was a girl just like that flashing her titties on the patio a minute ago. Maybe the show is still going man, hurry.”

“What now!?” Yeonjun let go of the younger boy and he just waddled off as if nothing happened, leaving him in a more distressed state than ever.

You wouldn’t do that? Right? “That can’t be y/n,” Wooyoung says scratching the back of his head. “Let’s just ask around some more.”

And so they did. They ended up in the garden where the smell of pot filled their nostrils after they skimmed every room on the ground floor, but it was to no avail. They decided to go up the stairs, something Yeonjun wished he didn’t have to do because if you were upstairs that could mean one of two not so great things.

They searched through the halls first and Wooyoung's eyes land on Johnny closing the door behind him in a room down the hall. Wooyoung grabbed Yeonjun by the shoulder, motioning him to look at what he was seeing.

When Yeonjun’s eyes landed on Johnny it took about 0,003 seconds for him to take long strides into his direction. Wooyoung did his best to keep up with Mr long legs, so he had to jog after Yeonjun to keep up as he felt the hairs in his neck rise in anticipation of the inevitable confrontation between two alpha males.

“Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend?” Yeonjun says as he approaches the senior.

“And who might that be?” Johnny says turning around. He wasn’t even a wee-bit surprised that Yeonjun showed up here. He was always wherever you were. Luckily for Johnny he wasn’t interested in having sex with you anymore. The two of you really hit it off as friends, and he didn’t wanna ruin it, but god…Yeonjun did get under his skin a little too much for his liking.

“Don’t act dumb, where’s y/n.”

Johnny sucks his teeth in annoyance and decided to taunt Yeonjun for challenging him like that. “She’s in my bed,” Johnny says as his lips curl up into a smile and before he knew it Yeonjun grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“Let go.” Johnny threatens through his teeth, towering over Yeonjun with the few inches of height he had over Yeonjun, but he didn’t budge.

Wooyoung inhales sharply, him being an average of 10 centimeters shorter than the both of them didn’t help with intervening. So he bent his knees to wiggle between them from below, pulling them away from each other.

“Yeonjun’s drunk. Don’t mind him” Wooyoung chuckled nervously, fixing Johnny’s shirt.

Yeonjun was seething at this point. “If you would’ve just let me explain first…god you really need to work on your temper. y/n deserves better than a hothead like you.”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Yeonjun replies under his breath as he points his finger in Johnny’s face.

Johnny rolled his eyes in response, stepping aside.

“She’s in there with Ryujin. She got drunk and smoked weed she’s not having the best reaction so she’s asleep right now. She’s fine. Go home.”

“I’m not going anywhere without her.” Yeonjun huffs.

“Well, then you can sleep on the floor cause you’re not taking her anywhere either.” Johnny took a step closer to Yeonjun again with Wooyoung still between them and at this point, Wooyoung didn’t know what else to do other than barge into Johnny’s room to cut the tension

Wooyoung had hoped that if Yeonjun saw you, his anger would subside; so he took the chance of getting punched in the face by Johnny for the greater good.

He barged through the door, startling Ryujin who was facetiming Beomgyu.

“Look she really is asleep, fully clothed. Now, can we leave dude? I think we’ve caused enough trouble.” Wooyoung says in a whisper pointing to your sleeping form.

Ryujin’s eyes widened when her eyes landed on the three men in front of her. “Is that Yeonjun hyung?” Gyu’s voice sounded from the speaker and Ryujin quickly apologized to him, ending the phone call after promising to call back later.

Yeonjun softened immediately. He really didn’t know how he would feel when he saw you, but since the last time he saw you was in your apartment that day; he froze.

He couldn’t help but think that the reason you turned to drugs and alcohol to subside the pain was because of him, and suddenly sadness and guilt wash over him once again.

Johnny watched Yeonjun like a hawk, and noticed how his icy demeanor melted at the sight of you. He wasn’t just going to let Yeonjun take you home, you would need to consent to it, even in your state.

Yeonjun crouched down before you, moving a strand of your hair out of your face, completely entranced by you. He forgot the presence of the other people in the room and caressed your cheek with his thumb lightly.

He missed you.

“Y/n…” his voice was clear; he was calling out for you but you had no clue if It was a dream or real life.

You slowly found the strength to open your eyes. You blink a couple of times before your vision went from blurry to…somewhat less blurry, and in a split second, you recognize who’s in front of you by the shape of his lips alone.

“Are you okay?” Yeonjun asked sweetly.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but be dumbfounded at Yeonjun’s sudden change of heart. The stubborn, mean, and aggressive Yeonjun was completely replaced by a soft and loving one in the blink of an eye.

"Bipolar much." he whispered, making Johnny and Ryujin chuckle in response.

Wooyoung gave Johnny a look which he just shrugged at, and Ryujin basically melted thinking that Yeonjun came over to be your knight in shining armor, but you know, she didn’t know the full story.

You forgot you were mad at him because it truly felt like you were dreaming and when Yeonjun asked you if you wanted to go home, you just nodded as you dozed off again.

Well…There’s your consent.

Reluctantly, Johnny let Yeonjun take you with him. He understood he had no place in keeping you here if you really were Yeonjun’s girlfriend, so he complied. Keeping an eye on you as Yeonjun carried you to Wooyoung's car.

“Tell her to text me when she wakes up.” Johnny says with his arms crossed, watching as Yeonjun carefully places you in the backseat.

“Yeah, no.” Yeonjun says as he fastens your seatbelt for you.

Johnny shook his head and went back inside, even though Yeonjun was the biggest dick in Johnny’s eyes; it was evident that he cared about you and that thought alone was the only reason he let Yeonjun take you with him. He knew you'd be safe, and that's all that mattered to him.

Wooyoung got into the drivers’ seat, being the only sober one of the bunch, and waited for Yeonjun to take a seat too.

The drive was rather quiet. Yeonjun kept looking back at you to check if you were okay and Wooyoung noticed as he checked his mirrors.

“You really love her don’t you.” Wooyoung asks looking at his friend.

“I do.”

“I don’t know what you did, and I’m assuming you did something.” Wooyoung says clicking his tongue before he continues. “But fix it.”

“I’m trying.” Yeonjun sighs staring out the window.

“Trying how?” Wooyoung asks checking his mirrors. He noticed a black BMW trailing closely behind them with no one other car on the streets and frowned, but decided to keep his eyes on the road ahead of him.

“I went to therapy yesterday.”

“Therapy?”

“Yeah…”

“Well…seeing you tonight you clearly need some extra sessions.”

Yeonjun’s head snapped into Wooyoung direction but when he noticed the playful look in his eyes all he could do was laugh with him.

Wooyoung checked his mirrors after he took a left to your house and noticed how the black BMW was still trailing behind him. His smile faltered and he nudged Yeonjun.

“Dude…I think we’re being followed…” Wooyoung says nodding to his rear-view mirror.

“What?” Yeonjun asks as he looks in the mirror, followed by a look over his shoulder.

“Am I the drunk one, or are you?” Yeonjun chuckles relaxing in his seat.

Wooyoung shrugged, deciding to let it go, and just as he was about to turn the corner to your apartment building, the black BMW took the opposite turn, making Wooyoung relax in his seat again.

Yeonjun kept staring at you in the reflection of the window. He didn’t know how you would react the next morning so he decided he wouldn’t stick around to find out.

After he carried you inside of your apartment, he set you down on your bed with the help of Wooyoung opening every door for him. Being in here felt different than before. Your house was messier than usual, and it wasn't like he could just crawl in bed next to you to hold you as you slept off your intoxicated state.

He changed you into clean clothes and even got rid of your false eyelashes for you. You were still asleep but you did whine a few times before he was able to tuck you in. He sighed, kissing your forehead, and wrote you a small note. Leaving it on your bedside table before he went back to the living room, seeing Wooyoung patiently wait for him so the two of them could leave.

“Thanks for waiting and putting up with me all night.” Yeonjun smiled apologetically as he held out his hand.

Wooyoung took a hold of his hand as Yeonjun helped him get up from the couch, and he snickered.

“Ah don’t mention it. We’re even now.” Wooyoung says with a wink.

“For what?” Yeonjun asks raising his eyebrow.

“For kissing her, remember.” Wooyoung says as he made his way to your front door.

“Right. Let’s never speak of that again.” Yeonjun says clinging on to Wooyoung’s shoulder as they walk out of your apartment.

“Deal.”

Your alarm went off, waking you from your hibernation at 10 AM.

That’s strange? You didn’t set an alarm clock.

You keep your eyes closed, feeling around the bed for your phone to turn the obnoxious sound off when it suddenly hit you that you were in your own bed.

Your eyes shoot open out of shock and bits and pieces from last night are starting to come back to you.

You got drunk, you got absolutely baked and then you ended up in Johnny’s bed to sleep it off but how the fuck did you get home?

You jolt upwards, feeling a pounding headache come to the surface as you look around.

Everything looks normal. You were dressed in an oversized t-shirt; your clothes were neatly folded on your dresser and even your make-up was off.

There is no way in hell you did all that by yourself…

You get up slowly, trying not to lose your balance and right at the moment you stretched your body, your gaze falls on a note on your bedside table.

Your eyes widen when you recognize the cursive handwriting and you hold your breath as you read the note.

I hope you’re feeling better,

Drink lots of water and try to eat something more nutritious than instant noodles ok?

Yeonjun.

You keep reading the words over and over again but your mind couldn’t comprehend the fact that he was here, in your apartment, and helped you change out of your party wear.

Well, fuck.

You rake your hand through your hair and sigh not knowing what to do with this information.

How did he know where you were? And why did he come to get you?

A million questions ran through your mind but you weren’t exactly ready to talk to him about it so you dial the only reliable eye witness you remember being there, Ryujin.

[Y/N, 10.04 AM]: Please fill me in on the blocks of memory missing from my brain. Why the fuck did Yeonjun take me home. I’m so lost.

[Ryujin, 10:05 AM]: Good morning to you too lmaoo

[Ryujin, 10:05 AM]: Dude, it was like a kdrama.

[Y/N, 10.05 AM]: What now????

[Ryujin, 10:06 AM]: Idk how Yeonjun figured out that you were there but he basically made a big ass scene and argued with Johnny since he wouldn’t let Yeonjun in at first but then things got so soft and cute. Like he caressed your cheek and carried you to the car. You even told him it was ok for him to take you home.

[Y/N, 10.06 AM]: I did!?

[Y/N, 10.06 AM]: Omg…wtf…I’m speechless.

[Ryujin, 10:07 AM]: Is there a problem? Aren’t you two a thing?

Well shit, what do you reply to that?

You let Ryujin’s words and Yeonjun’s actions register to you a bit before you could even think of a response to send her.

The past week has been hell. You’ve been going to class with an empty mind and soul, basically living on automatic pilot. You didn’t allow yourself to feel cause if you did, you were sure you were going to have a meltdown.

You couldn’t handle losing Yeonjun and Mia in one day, so you kind of pretended it never happened.

You blocked both of them from your socials and hung out with different people. Even though Soobin checked in on you and you on him, you hadn’t seen him.

You guess that seeing each other would spark a conversation both of you weren’t ready to have; so, you actively avoided each other.

You both needed time, and you also had different ways of dealing with your feelings.

Whereas Soobin stayed home and hung out with the guys, you went out and got drunk on schooldays.

In the past week you had done a lot of thinking. You tried to justify both Mia and Yeonjun’s actions but no matter how hard you tried; you just couldn’t see it from their point of view. Though you do realize that they didn’t have malicious intent, you were more sad than angry.

Truth is you missed them, but you didn’t know how to move past this either, especially with Yeonjun.

Last night's events changed something for you though, and you needed to talk about it with someone who knew exactly what you were going through and the only person who fit that description was Soobin.

After replying to Ryujin with a short ‘I’ll talk to you about it later” you asked Soobin to meet you in a bakery near Campus for Brunch and he agreed.

You knew you could lure him to any spot that sold bread so here you were, 1,5 hours later. Sitting at a window seat table while you waited for Soobin to arrive.

You quickly checked your appearance in the front camera of your phone. You did your best to hide the bags under your eyes with some much-needed concealer and even used eye drops to subside the swelling and lingering redness.

If Soobin found out what you did last night, he’d kill you, and that’s an understatement.

As Soobin walked into the bakery, the door made a ringing sound and you immediately looked up. He was dressed in a white t-shirt paired with his favorite denim jacket. He looked tired, the dark bags under his eyes being a dead give-away to the lack of sleep he had gotten in the past week. It made your heart ache for him and suddenly you want to kick yourself for not making an effort to see him sooner.

His eyes found yours and he gave you a sweet smile as he was glad to see you after a week of separation. You got up to hug him without a word and the two of you just stand there for a while, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. The much-needed comfort made you close your eyes as your cheek rested on his chest and he sighed, patting your hair before he gave you a kiss on your forehead while letting go of you slowly.

You both sat down and stared at each other for a few seconds. He assessed your appearance and frowned.

“Did you lose weight?” he asks a little concerned.

You shrug, not wanting to tell him about your loss of appetite. “How are you?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“You first.”

“No, you first.” You insist this time, your eyes widening as a threat.

“Ugh fine.” He sighed, knowing that you could go at it for literal hours.

“I feel like shit. I miss Mia. I miss Yeonjun hyung, but I can’t forgive or forget about what happened.”

“Same.” You rest your elbow on the table so your hand could support your heavy head. You rubbed your forehead and bit your lip, contemplating if you should tell Soobin about what happened last night.

“I saw him last night," you confess.

“What? Where?” Soobin was surprised, to say the least. He didn’t think you’d be ready for that so soon.

“Well, technically he saw me, I didn’t see him,” you explain.

Soobin pouted to show his confusion and that’s when you start rambling. You told him everything you could recall but he stopped you midway.

“Why were you passed out?”

“Because I mixed,” you say avoiding eye contact as you sip on your iced coffee.

“Mixed what? Drinks?”

“No…I…accidentally…hypothetically…might have joined the crackheads.”

Soobin’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he raised his voice at you without second thought.

“You did WHAT!?”

People in the café were giving him looks and embarrassment flushed to his ears before he averted his attention back to you, speaking to you in a more hushed tone.

“Y/n what the fuck,” he whisper-screamed. “Why the fuck would you resort to drugs.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.” You breathe. “I guess the whole situation of Yeonjun basically planning to abandon me before he returned, sparked some childhood trauma of my dad leaving for the army. It felt the same way and I never want to feel like that again so I just…got drunk and…stumbled into the garden and ended up with a blunt in my mouth before I could think about it.”

Saying it out loud was a big step, because you hadn’t gotten as far as making that connection yet, but you realize it could very much be right. You had a fear of abandonment, and Yeonjun basically confessing that he was planning to never return if it wasn’t for his housekeeper telling him that he should go back didn’t quite help with that hypothesis.

Soobin sighed, he felt bad for you but he still felt like it wasn’t a valid reason for you to turn to drugs, even if it was just weed. People with traumas are more susceptive to addiction and he didn’t want that for you, so he’d make sure you’d never go near it again.

“Just never do it again.” He says sternly, giving you his warning glare.

You make eye contact again and sigh in relief, nodding sheepishly as you chew on your straw.

“Y/n, I hope you realize that healthy relationships shouldn’t feel like what Yeonjun hyung has given you until now.”

Soobin’s words made you look up at him again. Ouch. That hurt. But he’s right.

The bad started to outweigh the good a long time ago and you knew it.

“It’s clear that he loves you, and he explained he wanted to stay away from you out of love and fear to drag you down with him but…the way he communicates. The way he thinks he resolves issues by lying about them. It’s not…it’s just not it. You can’t fix him y/n. He has to do that on his own.”

Soobin’s advice was never the type of advice that comforted you, because Soobin only told you the truth, and the truth hurt.

Because the truth is that even if you were to forgive Yeonjun for lying to you and manipulating you, how could you get through to him when he thinks his decisions are justified because they were made out of love for you?

He left you because he loved you.

He left you because you deserved better.

But he still left you while making you believe that he wouldn’t leave forever, and even though he did come back, the fact that he withheld that information from you for whatever reason he had; still broke your trust.

“I’m tired of giving him chances.”

“Then don’t give him any.”

“Yeah, that’s easier said than done Soobin. My feelings for him don’t just have an on and off switch. I love him but we’ve had a 10 years marriage worth of drama and we’ve only been seeing each other for 3 and a half months, and he was gone for most of it.”

“Yeah, that’s some shit.” Soobin says as he looks around the café to try and organize his thoughts.

His eye landed on the table next to him because he felt like he was being watched.

A man dressed in a black suit with a sharp jawline and slicked-back dark hair was typing throughout your whole conversation, but when both of you stopped talking, the man stopped typing.

He made eye contact with the middle-aged man for a split second and Soobin’s gaze stopped at the shiny silver pen in the front pocket of the man’s suit. It clearly read C.E Holdings Group.

You were staring out the window yourself, so nothing was registering to you, but when the mystery man’s phone lit up, Soobin’s eyes darted to the caller ID.

Again, with the C.E. Soobin’s blinked a couple of times and he quickly averted his attention back to you; trying not to be obvious.

C.E? Choi Enterprises? Could he be right or is he just being paranoid?

Suddenly Yeonjun’s monologue to you from that godforsaken dark day popped back into Soobin’s brain as he reminisced about what Yeonjun said to you in an attempt to make you understand why he lied to you about all of it.

“Y/n you’re not getting it…being in the know could get you hurt. If malicious people were after the company, or if my dad had enemies, I didn’t know about… I could never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me.”

“Soobin, are you okay? You look paler than usual,” you ask cocking your eyebrow at him.

Soobin broke out of his trance and nodded absentmindedly.

If you were being followed there was only one way to find out.

“Let’s get our food to go, the weather is still nice. We can eat it at the park,” he says getting up all of a sudden. He didn’t want to tell you yet because you’d freak out. So, this was the only way to get you to leave without noticing something was up.

“….Okay…..” he was acting weird, but you decided to comply with him given the circumstances. You got up, brushing past him to get your order to go.

“Weirdo,” you whisper under your breath.

Soobin’s change in attitude was odd.

The two of you walked around the park and he was super restless for some reason. He was constantly looking over his shoulder and you just about had enough.

“Let’s sit down somewhere already.” You complain and Soobin snapped out of his trance, nodding quietly before sitting down at a bench with a view over the lake.

“What is wrong with you? Is it because of Mia? Why won’t you talk to me about her? You keep avoiding the topic and preach about Yeonjun and me when you’re the one with a two-year-old relationship on the line.” You say as you hand him his croissant.

Your words might have come out a little harsh, but Soobin knew your intentions. He snapped out of his paranoia once again and looked at your concerned facial expression while he took the pastry from your hold.

You sat there and talked about everything. Soobin was able to relax a bit more given the fact that the guy from before was nowhere to be found, which made him re-think his theory of being followed.

During your talk it was clear that Soobin missed Mia, and that he regretted not communicating with her more before he broke things off with her. Despite it all, he wasn’t ready to look past the situation yet and you completely understood; because you felt the exact same way.

“She hasn’t reached out to me, and I haven’t seen her in class either," you say as you rest your head on his shoulder. Your hangover was still present, so you were getting tired, and Soobin was quick to notice.

“Maybe it’s time for me to talk to her…alone.”

“You’re ready for that?” you ask lifting your head off of his shoulder to look at him.

“I honestly just want to know if she’s okay…after all, it’s not like I stopped loving her.”

You nod understandingly. An involuntary yawn escapes your lips and you close your eyes, placing your head back on Soobin’s shoulder. You sat in the park for hours and hours on end and it was already past 5.

He looked down at you and chuckled, patting your head in comfort. “Let’s get you home.”

You were grateful for the ride home since you didn’t even have to ask for it. It’s the little things Soobin does that made you realize just how lucky you are to have him.

After all, the reason he broke things off with Mia was not so much about their issues, but about your issues with her and you knew that even though you didn’t know how, things were going to have to get back to normal with Mia and Soobin because you couldn’t stand to see him in pain like this.

Soobin pulled up to your apartment building shortly after, stopping as close to the entrance as possible.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt. You go in for a clumsy hug and he chuckled, kissing the top of your head before you open the car door to get out.

“No prob-” he stopped mid-sentence when his eye landed on a black BMW with tinted windows that he’s never seen before. The car was parked across the lot, and it wasn't exactly blending in with the cheaper cars around. When Soobin spotted the BMW, the window rolled up and he swore he saw the same slicked-back hairdo from the man he saw before in the café.

“U ok?” you ask as you hold the car door open, assessing a rather frazzled looking Soobin.

“Hey, should I come inside with you?” He suddenly asks, his face held an expression you couldn’t quite read so you gave him a look. “Eh, no. I think I’m just gonna sleep this headache off.”

“Oh…well…if anything happens you call me ok.”

“Why would anything hap-”

“Just call me, Ok.”

You frown at his once again, super odd behavior and nod. “Ok...I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you…” Soobin says absentmindedly. He eyed the car a little longer and it drove off, making him relax a little more in his seat.

You closed the door and walk into your apartment building and Soobin watched you as you did just in case.

He grabbed his phone, dialing the only number that made sense to him right now, and to his surprise, he picked up almost immediately.

“Yeonjun hyung are you home? We need to talk.”

“What do you mean followed?” Yeonjun asks immediately alerted by Soobin’s story.

“Do you happen to have one of those company pens around here?” Soobin says as he made his way to Yeonjun’s desk to skim the surface.

Yeonjun raised his eyebrows, getting up to retrieve the silver pen with black engraving from his drawer to hand to Soobin.

He assessed the tiny object and turned it to read the engraving. C.E Holdings Group. “Fuck, it’s the same.”

“And you LEFT her by herself!?” Yeonjun remarks as he rakes his hand through his hair in distress.

“I didn’t know for sure, I thought I was just being paranoid but when I saw the black car with those tinted windows outside of the building I freaked.”

He started pacing around his room with large eyes.

“Wait, a car?” Was it…”

“A black BMW” they both say in unison, and suddenly the air got thick.

“You’ve seen the car?”

“Yes, last night when Wooyoung and I drove y/n home, Wooyoung mentioned that he felt like we were being followed by a black BMW.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Soobin says throwing his head back in frustration.

“Why the fuck would they follow her? And who is he working for? What the fuck is going on. I knew I shouldn’t have come back, look at what’s happening.” Yeonjun was rambling, throwing all of his thoughts on the table. He sat down on his bed, burying his face in his hands as his pupils darted back and forth.

“Hyung…calm down.” Soobin tries to comfort Yeonjun by putting a hand on his shoulder but he should’ve known better.

“Don’t tell me to calm down.” Yeonjun bites back. “I could have prevented this.”

Soobin sighed, hating to admit that if he was in Yeonjun’s shoes; he would’ve done the exact same things to protect Mia. Soobin didn’t realize the scale of it all. How much shit was on the line and how different Yeonjun’s world was from theirs, but this changed everything.

Like Yeonjun once said, it was a matter of billions and people would do crazy things to get to those billions; but what did you have to do with that? Did they want to get to Yeonjun through you? Blackmail him? Kill him? Kill you?

Soobin’s mind was basically reciting every K-drama he has ever seen and he was about to combust before Yeonjun snapped him out of his thoughts.

“You have to go back,” he states looking at Soobin. “She might not be safe; we have to tell her.”

“Oh yeah, let’s just tell her she’s being shadowed by some dude, that won’t freak her out.”

“It’s better than saying nothing. I will literally sleep in front of her door if I have to Soobin. We have to find out who he’s working for, and what he wants. She’s not safe, we’re not safe.”

“What the fuck did our lives turn into.” Soobin says letting out an exasperated sigh.

Yeonjun bit the inside of his cheek nervously as he kept thinking about what he possibly could have missed when he was investigating the situation back home. Was it his mother? Was he wrong about her? Or was it some random foe in the company that he didn’t know about?

Hearing the boys laugh in the living room made him snap out of his thoughts and he looked at the door of his bedroom, realizing how many people he cared for could be in potential danger.

“The boys can’t know.” Yeonjun says. “We protect them from this. We don’t need more targets on anyone's backs. We have to keep them as far away from this shit as possible.”

Soobin nodded, agreeing with Yeonjun. “Let’s go to y/n together alright. She won’t listen to me; you know how she is.” Soobin says as he looks at Yeonjun and he nodded, rubbing his forehead in agony.

Yeonjun was completely out of it. His mind was doing cartwheels as he freaked out on the inside.

“Hyung, it’s gonnabe ok. I’m with you on this.” Soobin says holding out his hand for Yeonjun.

Yeonjun looked up, somehow glad that Soobin and he were looking past their issues to solve this mystery, but he couldn’t be glad about anything right now, given the circumstances.

Yeonjun grabs Soobin’s hand and Soobin pulled him up from the bed, looking into Yeonjun’s equally dark and tired eyes. “Let’s go”

The sun had set for a while now.

It was past 8 and Mia was fidgeting with her sleeves, contemplating if she should ring your doorbell.

She came all the way to your house but somehow, she didn’t think things through fully.

What if you didn’t want to see her? What if you were just as mad as before?

She built up the courage to ring your doorbell and no later than 10 seconds you opened the door, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before you realized who it was.

“Mia?” you say a little dumbfounded.

“C-can I come in?” she asked with sad eyes.

You bite your lip, and nod, stepping aside so she could walk into your apartment.

For some odd reason you had the feeling as if Mia’s eyes weren’t the only ones looking at you and as she steps inside of your apartment, you skim the hallways with your eyes, but there was no one in sight.

You stand there frozen for a second before you turn your attention to Mia, closing the door behind you.

The silence was awkward when you poured a cup of her favorite mandarin green tea for her as she was sitting on your couch, waiting for you to sit down with her so you could talk.

In the meantime, Soobin and Yeonjun had raced their way over to your house, and to their horror, the black BMW had returned.

Yeonjun was the first one to run out of Soobin's car to inspect the BMW, he had no idea what he was running towards, how dangerous It would be, and what could happen if he exposed whoever was in there but he didn’t care.

He hit the hood of the car and tried to look inside but the vehicle was empty.

Soobin jogged after Yeonjun after having parked his car on the sidewalk. “Empty?”

Yeonjun nodded, kicking a dent into the front car door out of frustration.

“He can’t be far.”

You sat down with Mia, handing her the cup and just as she was about to speak, a weird cracking noise at your front door alerted both of you.

“Is…someone trying to break your lock?” Mia says with wide eyes. You look at her in panic and put your finger over your mouth, telling her to stop talking.

You get up with the cup of boiling hot tea in your hand, and tiptoe your way to your front door to look through the peephole. Mia got up as well, watching you like a hawk as she trailed behind you.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you see an unknown man trying to force your lock open and you cover your mouth to suppress a gasp.

You don’t know what went through your mind but you didn’t have time to think.

You open your door with a fast swing, startling the unknown intruder in the process.

“Y/N!” Mia yelled trying to pull you back but you didn’t budge.

He reached into his pocket to retrieve something shiny, but before he could do anything, you throw the cup of hot water in his face, making him groan and drop his pockets’ contents on the floor.

He ran for it, and right that second the elevator doors open across the hall, and you see Yeonjun and Soobin with balled fists and alarmed facial expressions run over to you.

You made eye contact with both of them as adrenaline rushed through your veins, everything happened so damn fast that you couldn’t process how or why this was happening. And why Soobin and Yeonjun magically appeared at the right timing.

“Stay with them.” Yeonjun tells Soobin in panic as he ran after the perpetrator in the opposite direction without hesitation.

“YEONJUN NO!” You yell. You wanted to run after him as well, but Soobin stops you by blocking you with his body, shocked to see a frozen Mia behind you in the door way of your apartment.

Your neighbors came out of their apartments to see what the fuss was about, and suddenly you felt your head spinning. People were gathering outside of their homes in confusion as they talked amongst themselves, but nothing registered to you as adrenaline kept coursing through your veins.

“Let me go!” you protest, but Soobin doesn’t move. It didn’t take long for you to give up the fight and you look to the floor, seeing a cracked iPhone lying next to a knife and suddenly shivers ran down your spine at the thought of what he could have done to you with that weapon.

“S-Soobin what’s going on.” Mia says as her eyes found his.

Soobin sighed, turning around to talk to the crowd that had formed in the halls. “Nothing to see here people, please go back inside.”

“We need to call the cops” Mia says. “Was it a coincidence that you showed up here?”

Soobin shook his head, retrieving the phone from the floor as your neighbors went back inside with confused faces. A few of them lingered around and to your relief you see Yeonjun come back up the fire escape.

“I lost the motherfucker.” He shouts in anger walking into your apartment as he brushed passed you, exploring every room just to be sure. “He drove off so fast there was no way I could catch up.”

You were completely dazed and out of it, all you heard was white noise even though Soobin and Mia were talking to each other and when Yeonjun came back from inspecting your bedroom, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and trapping you into his embrace.

“Oh my god, thank god you’re okay,” he says obviously overcome with emotion as he held you close to his chest. His hand was on your head, trying to comfort you and it worked. The recent events finally got to you as you melt in his hold and you start to tremble as the shock in your body gets replaced by realization.

This could have ended a lot differently.

Soobin closes your front door and put his arm around Mia who was just as shocked by what happened. He held her hand, intertwining their fingers as he kissed her temple. “Are you ok?”

She nodded, sighing as she let go of Soobin, she wanted answers and fast.

“Is someone going to tell us what the fuck is going on?” She says looking from you to Yeonjun to Soobin and then back to you with worried eyes.

Yeonjun reluctantly let go of you. He didn’t know where to start because everything happened so fast. 30 minutes ago, he was in his room, not suspecting a thing before Soobin barged in with his crazy but justified assumptions.

“When we were in the bakery, I saw a man watching us. And when I dropped you off at home, I saw a car with someone inside that looked like him. That same car was following Yeonjun and Wooyoung last night as well.” Soobin explains as he made his way to you. He held you by your shoulders, inspecting you from head to toe.

“Did he touch you?”

You shake your head and sigh but Mia chimes in, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “You guys should’ve seen her, she turned full G.I Joe on the man and threw her tea in his face.”

You manage to let out a chuckle and sit down on the armrest of your couch trying to wrap your mind around what Soobin just said.

Yeonjun couldn’t even think of cracking a smile. Too lost in thought to be fully present.

“What does he want? Who is he? This can’t be random?” You ask looking at Yeonjun with hopeful eyes. For once you wanted him to tell you the truth.

“No,” Yeonjun says. “Because it isn’t”

“Huh?” Mia says a little annoyed at their vagueness. “We should have called the cops.”

“No, it’s…” Soobin hesitated but continued after Yeonjun gave him a small nod. “I saw the Choi Enterprise's watermark on a pen in his suits’ front pocket at the bakery.”

Your eyes shoot to Soobin’s in shock. “That’s why you wanted to leave and why you were acting so weird?”

Soobin nodded guiltily and you scoff. “Why didn’t you tell me.”

“Because I wasn’t sure, but the pen, the phone it all….” Soobin stopped mid-sentence and all of you looked to him in confusion.

He retrieved something from his pocket and showed it to you. “He dropped his fucking phone.”

“Oh my god.” Yeonjun says walking up to Soobin to check out the device.

All of you walk over to your dinner table and sit down, trying different passcodes to unlock the phone but it was to no avail. After having blocked access for more than 15 minutes you give up until the phone started to buzz against the surface of your wooden table.

It was an anonymous caller ID this time, and all of you look to Yeonjun.

“Well…is anyone going to get that?” Mia says as she looked at the rest of you.

Soobin was nervously biting his nails while you just stared at the phone.

Yeonjun gulped before he took the phone from the table, sliding his finger over the screen to accept the call.

He put the phone on speaker and stayed silent.

“Status report?”

"...Hello?"

All of your eyes widened at the same time and Yeonjun ended the call immediately. Shivers ran down your spine and you swallow harshly as you fixate your gaze on Yeonjun.

That voice, you’ve heard it before, and you knew exactly who it belonged to.

“No…” he says as his heart drops. “This can’t be her.”

“Yeonjun…” you try to hold his hand but he pulls away, all eyes were on him as he got up, you were worried for him and uncertain of what to do.

He couldn’t take this, not after everything else that happened.

He looked completely lost as disbelief washed over him, he bit his lip; choking back tears that welled up in his eyes.

“It can’t be Lita.”

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Chapter 4|| Stormbringer- Stray Kids Demigod AU

Pairing : Reader(fem.) X Felix

Word count : 1.9k+

Warnings : Fight scenes, injuries but nothing too intense.

Genre : Romance, Demigod AU, fluff, angst.

Description: The day of the Capture the flag game arrives and there’s no denying that you and Felix make a wonderful team. Somewhere in the back of your head, you make a quiet note to have him by your side even when the real quests start.

A/N : Y’all I’m so bad at writing action scenes XDD I swear I’m trying to get better at it.

Enjoy!

SERIES MASTERLIST || Click here for introduction to the story and glossary and here for the Stray Kids demigod diaries!

Game mornings have always been your favorite.

Leaving out having to wake up early, you love everything else about game mornings; the little cheer song Apollo kids go about singing, the freshly cut fruits at breakfast which are otherwise a rare sight, camp students being all nice to each other which again is kind of rare, all the Satyrs moving here and there with banners and swords and arrows. The camp feels livelier than ever.

And to Felix, this sight is a complete different world. Almost like a pleasant dream.

Felix watches all the excited kids move around the camp, the jumping Satyr, the hearty breakfast and a new, foreign glow on your face as you sit across from him, explaining the game to him once again.

"Weren't you paying attention the first time?" You deadpan when he asks you to repeat, your front teeth nibbling against your lower lip in annoyance.

Felix smiles sheepishly and tilts his head with a shrug of his shoulders, as if to say 'Not really.'

You end up explaining it to him again because who could ever say no to that smile.

"So Capture the flag game is played in different ways by different Camps all around the world. As for Camp Levanter, we have a special set of rules that are to be followed."

"We're divided into two groups, which are further divided into smaller sub groups. Each group only has one purpose - to capture the flag that has been hidden at the Athena temple on the hill behind our camp. We can use dummy weapons to stop our opponents from getting to the flag first but we're not allowed to fatally hurt anyone or use our powers. Whoever gets to the flag first, wins. Do you understand now?"

Felix nods with a tense smile.

"I'm nervous, y/n." He later goes on to admit as Minho and Eden declare the beginning of the games and call over the participants near the starting line. You glance at him and he is fidgety, like a middle schooler going to his first date. He wears a loose black t-shirt with a pair of extra baggy pants and his fingers play with the blonde strands of his hair.

When he catches your gaze, he smiles ever so sweetly.

You look away.

You feel the adrenaline course through your own veins as you gently pat his shoulder, "We're gonna win this. Trust me."

The other participants soon gather at the starting line, the competitiveness very much distinct in their sharp glances and quiet snickers, a contrast to how it were this morning. You'd never been one to be nervous before and today, you feel more confident than you've ever felt before. You wonder if the boy standing beside you, with his fingers tight around the sharp wooden sword, has something to do with this sudden confident outburst.

"Alright. Everyone, get ready!" Minho grabs everyone's attention with his loud voice, "And.....GO!"

Eden blows the Horn and you turn to look at Felix, sending him a wink,

"We're winning this, Lee."

A few seconds into the game and you realise that Felix and you make a bloody wonderful team. He's good with the sword while you're good with the arrows, he has sharp senses while you have sharp reflexes.

Your opponents attack you at the most random, unexpected moment but the both of you happen to defeat everyone of them and move closer to the temple, climbing through the thick mountain forest.

"You know, I didn't think we'd make such a great team. " Felix admits, panting and wincing as a tree branch brushes past a bruise on his arm, "You're not that bad, eh?"

You manage to giggle just before an arrow wheezes past you, missing you by a single inch.

Your heart as if stops beating for a second.

"Shit! I thought we were leading!" You hiss, falling on the ground.

Felix gets ready to defend your vulnerable position, his sword raising in alarm.

While on the ground, you quickly grab an arrow and position your bow in the direction from which the opponents' arrow flew.

You hear crunching of leaves and branches and quiet whispering.

"They're here." Felix mutters.

The footsteps get closer and closer and before you know it, Felix is tackled aggressively onto the ground. You turn around and shoot your arrow, almost blinded by the suddenness of the situation.

"Goddamn it, Han Jisung!" Felix groans as he wrestles for dominance over Jisung, who is laughing almost maniacally.

"Jisung, I swear to-" you are about to get up and run towards the wrestling duo, but an arrow falls onto the ground, just near your feet.

Its your arrow.

"I underestimated you, y/n. You seem to be a pretty good archer." Changbin appears from behind one of the trees, a visible bruise on his cheek from where the blunt, rubber arrowhead must have hit him.

"And I, you." You respond, grabbing another arrow and stretching the string of your bow, "We're going to win this, Changbin. You might as well get going before I bruise your pretty face again."

Your words come from nowhere but a place of playfulness and competition, but Changbin's eyes turn dark.

You quickly run over to cover Felix, who seems to have gained dominance over a very tired Jisung, all of Jisung's arrows having fallen out of the case and onto the ground.

"I could say the same for you." Changbin approaches you, a wooden knife in one hand and a spear in the other.

He attacks and you dodge, smooth like a cat.

"Felix! Go! Get the flag!" You yell and hope Felix realises that Jisung is too tired to keep up a good fight, "Quick! Go now!"

Felix jumps from a panting, sweaty Jisung and runs towards the temple on top of the hill, his footsteps momentarily slowing down as he turns around to look at you, as if for reassurance.

You nod, "Go."

Your eyes turn to Changbin, who has his head tilted with a smirk on his face.

"I have always been a better runner than Felix, you know."

He tries to run past you but you grab the back of his shirt and drag him back, almost slipping in the process. Reflexively, he grabs your hand and forces his shirt out of your fist while you struggle to keep your feet flat on the ground.

Changbin is strong, you realise, extremely strong so when you try to throw in a punch, he dodges it easily.

Your brain is running wild now; your only motive being distracting Changbin from running after Felix.

"He won't go easy on you just because you've grown up together, you know." You say, almost mockingly as he tries to get out of your tight grip. You wonder if his shirt collar might tear because of it.

He scoffs, not bothering to answer but instead reaches for his wooden knife. And in the blink of an eye, the knife slashes across your forehead.

"Oh, God!" You groan, clutching the burning area on your forehead. Your body once again falls onto the ground, your vision extremely blurry.

With barely an eye open, you see Changbin run up the hill but you're quick to move and grab his feet such that he trips and falls down. You drag him down further, while he struggles to climb up.

Your heart beat is in your throat, your vision almost zero and your entire body is as if on fire. You pray to the Gods that Felix comes down the hill with the flag because in this state, you could only hold onto Changbin for so long. And not to mention Jisung who's slowly getting up with loud groans and complains falling out of his mouth.

As if on que, you hear footsteps hurrying down from up the hill and soon an enthusiastic voice follows,

"Y/n! We won!"

You wish to run up and hug the man but in your state, all you can do is let go of Changbin's leg and let out a sigh of relief, followed by a giggle.

"Told you, didn't I?"

* You often find yourself thanking the makers of Camp Levanter for making the Zeus cabin as far away from the others as possible that afternoon. It gives a much needed sense of privacy and the luxury of being able to choose when to socialize.

"I hope it doesn't leave a scar behind." You mutter to yourself, tending to your wounds on the verandah of your cabin.

You dip a cotton ball in an anti septic lotion and gently dab over your forehead, wincing when it stings.

"Need help?" You hear a heavy voice from near the staircase of the cabin and your heart jumps a little at his sight, "If you don't mind."

You run your eyes over the various purple and red marks on Felix's body and you pat the space next to you on the floor for him to come sit on.

"Your friend is dangerous." You remark when he settles down, flashing him your forehead wound.

He shrugs guiltily, "He's just a little aggressive, that's all. He'll come around."

Felix shifts in his seat and takes the cotton ball from your hand, silently volunteering to clean your forehead wound.

The sting is still very prominent, but Felix's other hand rubs comforting circles on your cheek to ease the pain.

"Minho told me that you met mom." He mutters after a few seconds, his lips turned down into a frown. Almost as if the news upset him.

"Yeah, I did." You admit as he applies an ointment and then fixes a bandaid over your wound.

"Have you never met-"

"No, I haven't. I don't know what she looks like or sounds like. My father never told me and she never bothered to show herself." Is he angry that his mother met you and not him?

You purse your lips, the sudden rise in tension making you uncomfortable.

"Hey, hey. I am not angry at you in particular." Ah, Aphrodite kids can feel auras. "I just wished she'd come to meet me as well. I don't know why she doesn't. " he mutters.

"Well," you start, "If it makes you feel any better, she did tell me that she wants you to go with us for a quest. Says its important for you to go."

Felix's eyes glimmer with a sense of relief. "Really?"

"Yes, of course and I'm sure she'll meet you soon." You reassure him, though you yourself weren't sure what Aphrodite might do. She isn't the most motherly entity, according to Hyunjin and the other Aphrodite kids.

"Do you want me to go the quest?"

You are applying the ointment on the bruise on his cheek when he decides to drop that question, catching you off guard.

"Why would my approval matter?" You ask.

"It matters." He almost whispers, "To me."

Heat races to your face at his unexpected yet sweet words. You know you shouldn't feel like this, you shouldn't get flustered because of a boy you met only a couple of days ago but under his unsettlingly calm gaze, you find yourself melting. Bit by bit.

"Okay, enough talk." You shake out of the trance, "Go to your cabin and rest. We leave tomorrow night. I hope you paid attention while Minho was explaining the quest or do I need to repeat it?"

Felix giggles, shaking his head, "I paid attention."

He jogs down the small stairs of your cabin and waves you goodbye, making his way to his cabin.

"And Felix,"

"Yes?"

I want you to come with me to the quest.

"Don't forget to have Ambrosia before bed. It'll help your wounds heal faster."

Oh, silly,silly, y/n!

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lauras-collection · 4 years ago

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beyond being friends | part 3

Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Reader

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Summary: What happens when you suddenly realise you’re attracted to your brother’s best friend?

When you and Harrison cross the line between friendship and something more, it makes everything more complicated than the average ‘being more than friends’ relationship. Because he’s your brothers best friend and you’re all living together.

Words: 2k

Warnings: tension and cliche moves, smut in future chapters

A/N: I hope you like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

After taking Tom and Harry to the airport you make your way home in a solemn mood. It’s the early hours of the morning and you’re almost the only person on the road. You decide to make a stop at your parents' house to pick up Tessa for a walk. You don’t feel like going home yet.

As quietly as you can you enter the house. Your parents and Paddy are still asleep, you don’t want to wake them up and think you’re an intruder. The scratchy sound of Tessa’s paws against the wood flooring pulls your attention towards the living room.

“Hey girl, how are you?” You whisper as you crouch down to pet her silky fur. The staffy lets out a little squeak before nudging her nose against your leg. You shush her with a small laugh, then get up to reach for her leash. A couple minutes later you’re on your way to the park. The sky turns a light pink colour as the sun slowly rises and you can’t help but smile.

You return home much calmer after taking Tessa back to your parents. You hear shuffling from the kitchen when you enter the house and a moment later Harrison is standing across from you in the hallway.

“Where have you been?” His eyebrows are slightly raised as he looks at you.

You’re momentarily distracted by the way his grey sweatpants hang low on his hips but you quickly shake it off and reply, “I took Tom and Harry to the airport and then I was so wired up that I picked up Tessa and went to the park with her.” You toe of your shoes as Harrison takes a few steps closer.

“I was a little worried when you weren’t here when I got up. Thought you’d be back from the airport by then” He smiles at you a little sheepishly and your heart swells a little at his words.

“I’m sorry”

He’s standing right in front of you now “Hey it’s okay” He moves a strand of hair out of your face and it feels like your heart stops beating for a second before pounding against your ribcage.

You’re still confused why you’re suddenly feeling this way towards Harrison. You can’t stop staring at him, the air between you feeling charged with something intense. You lick your dry lips before clearing your throat and forcing yourself to take a step back, dissipating the tension between you.

“Did you make tea already?” You walk to the kitchen, Harrison following you a moment later.

“I did” He nods with a smile, then pours you a cup which you accept with a thank you. “How did saying goodbye go?” He asks and sits down at the kitchen island.

You join him and shrug your shoulders, “Not much different from all the other times. It doesn’t really get easier” the corners of your mouth pull down on their own accord as you think about Tom and Harry leaving.

“That’s true” Harrison sighs, “But hey, now we have the house all to ourselves” You don’t know if you’re interpreting too much into his words, but there’s a certain shimmer in his eyes that makes you think this attraction isn’t one-sided at all.

Throughout the first week of being alone in the house with Harrison you figured out that you both like the same spot on the sofa, so it’s become a bit of a race to get there first.

Today you’re the one who got lucky. You snuggle yourself into the corner of the L-shaped couch and stick your tongue out at Harrison as he enters the living room and his shoulders slump when he sees you sitting there comfortably.

“Every time” He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head a little before sitting down close to you, propping his feet up next to yours. He’s so close you’re surrounded by his scent and it takes a lot of strength from you to not close your eyes and inhale deeply. He smells so good.

“What are we watching?” He asks and crosses his arms in front of his chest, his biceps straining the fabric of his tight shirt. Who allowed him to wear that around you? It should be illegal. “Y/N?”

“Huh?” As you pull your eyes away from his arms he’s looking at you with a smirk and a glint in his eyes you’ve noticed more and more ever since you moved in. He knows you’ve been checking him out. Your cheeks heat up at the realisation.

“I asked what we’re watching” He nods his head at the tv, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I don’t know actually” you manage to say. “I was just about to start that new show I’ve been wanting to watch.” You wring your hands together “You wanna watch it with me?” Why are you nervous to ask Harrison if he wants to watch that show with you? How often have you asked him to join you and your brothers in this same room if he wants to watch something? Countless times. But now you’re alone and somehow that changes everything.

“I’d love to” His smirk from earlier made way for a warm smile and you catch yourself staring again. Stop it. You need to get a grip on yourself because if this crush on Harrison gets out of hand… it’s gonna be messy and you’re more than likely going to get hurt.

“Hey” Harrison enters the kitchen where you’re currently staring into the fridge, looking for something to eat. It’s been five minutes since you opened it.

“Hi” You look at him over your shoulder. He’s just gotten back from a run, his hair’s dishevelled and his cheeks are flushed. You have to bite your lip to stop the dreamy sigh that wants to escape at the sight of him.

“You wanna order something?” He must’ve picked up on your struggle to find something to eat.

“That would be amazing” You let out with a huff and close the fridge, then grab the take out menus that are pinned to the fridge door with magnets. “Chinese or Pizza?” You raise your brows in question.

“Pizza” Harrison is quick to answer so you hand him the menu.

About an hour later you’re sitting in the living room the show you started watching together on the TV while both of you devour your pizzas. Harrison is freshly showered and the scent of his body wash is prevalent in the room. Despite the pizzas. Or maybe you’re just much more aware of it.

You try not to think too much about it. You’ve been catching yourself thinking about Harrison way too much as it is. You shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. He’s your brother’s best friend. There must be some sort of social rule that you’re not allowed to be attracted to him, right? Or at least to act on that attraction. Harrison softly chuckles at something on tv and you realise you haven’t been paying attention. Great. You grumpily take a bite from your pizza. Who knew moving into this house would entail so many feelings?

When even the last crumps of your pizza are gone, you let yourself fall back on the sofa with a content sigh.

“Good?” Harrison asks, he’d been finished with his pizza for a while.

“Yeah, as always” You turn your head to look at him. Since both of you are basically fighting over the same place on the sofa all the time, you’re sitting pretty close. You notice Harrison scan over your face before he clears his throat.

“You got something right here” He motions at the side of his face with a small smile.

“Here?” You rub at your cheek, trying to get it off but Harrison just laughs.

“No actually-“ He cups your face with one hand and rubs gently over your other cheek with his thumb. Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve never been this close to him. You can distinctly make out the dark blue ring around his irises and all the small imperfections on his skin. It feels like time has stopped because you’re pretty sure it’s been a couple of seconds since he started rubbing your cheek, the stain must be off by now, right? But he’s still gently caressing your skin. He’s so close you can feel his breath brush against your lips, making your heart rate pick up. Is this really happening? Your lips tingle in anticipation and then Harrison’s lips touch yours in a soft kiss.

You feel the kiss in every fibre of your body. His lips are warm and smooth and he’s holding your face in his hands and this might be the best kiss you’ve ever gotten. You open your lips slightly and then his tongue presses against yours gently. With your heart fluttering in your chest you place your hands on his neck, sliding them into his silky curls, trying to pull him closer. You’re surrounded by his scent and you can’t think straight, all your thoughts revolving around Harrison.

And what was a soft kiss becomes a little more heated as Harrison tilts his head a bit, his teeth grazing your bottom lip gently, just a bit, before his lips are back on yours. You moan into the kiss and then suddenly his lips are gone.

Harrison’s nose is still brushing against yours when he says “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that” Your mind is still hazy from the kiss so it takes a moment for his words to register. But when they do, you pull away from him, knotting your hands together in your lap.

“Oh,” the disappointment is evident in your voice.

“It’s not-“ He presses his lips together and leans his forehead against yours. “It’s not like I don’t want to kiss you” He looks at you intently and takes your hands in his “But I can’t”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister,” He says it matter of factly and to say that it doesn’t hurt would be a lie. Is that all you are to him? His best friend’s sister? Aren’t you his friend, too?

You must’ve pulled a face because Harrison is quick to explain himself. “It’s just- it feels wrong” That doesn’t really make it better, but you know where he’s coming from. Haven’t you had the same thought earlier? But you couldn’t help but feel hurt anyway.

“Yeah, okay. I get that” You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly — or at least it’s supposed to come across like that — and force yourself to smile. You can’t quite shake the feeling of being rejected. You know that kissing Harrison has consequences. He’s not just some boy you can kiss once or twice and then if it doesn’t work out you’ll never see him again. He’s basically a part of your family.

“I’m sorry” he runs a hand through his now messy hair. “I shouldn’t have kissed you in the first place.” You can see he’s beating himself up about it so you push your hurt aside. He’s not doing it on purpose, he’s just as rattled as you are.

“Hey, it’s okay” You place your hand on his forearm in an attempt to console him. It takes a lot of effort for you to speak your next words “Let’s just forget it happened, yeah? No one needs to know”

Harrison contemplates this for a moment and then nods. “Okay” It seems like he can’t really look you in the eyes, so with one final squeeze, you let go of his arm and pick up the empty pizza cartons. You need to get out of here. Your eyes are already burning with tears and you can’t let Harrison see you like this. You can’t let him see how much this affects you. After disposing of the cartons in the kitchen you make your way up to your room. Some space will be good for both of you.

When the door is finally closed behind you, you let your tears fall. You’re overwhelmed with your feelings for Harrison. They came out of nowhere and then suddenly he’s kissing you and you’ve never felt a connection like that with anyone. You know you won’t be able to forget it happened, it felt way too monumental for that. And you also know that you won’t be able to just turn off your feelings for him. With you two living in a house together you can’t really avoid him and you’ll be reminded of that kiss whenever you look at him.

A/N: Eeek!!! I really hope you enjoyed this! Feel free to come talk to me!! The next part is one of my absolute favourites so I hope you’re excited for next friday :))

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theficplug · 4 years ago

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l Sunflower Vol. 6 l Harry Styles l

Harry Styles x Black Reader

Warnings: none , pure fluff

[harry and reader feels like it’s just time to let the world know.]

As Harry was coming to an end of an era with the Fine Line album. Sunflower Vol. 6 was the last of the bunch to receive a visual to the groovy almost psychedelic track.

You remember when the idea of the song came up. You had explained where your nickname Sunflower came from.

-flashback-

He was sitting on the couch in your shared home with his guitar resting gently across his chest playing the same melody and humming sunflower to himself while watching the rain fall down heavily through the cracked window.

The slight breeze coming through blew his disheveled hair around. Harry had been up all night saying that he didn’t wanna forget the cords and the rhythm of the song that was still coming to him.

You quietly walked down the stairs to find him still up humming and tapping along to the beat as he tried to get into the groove.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asks quietly as he sits the guitar aside and opens his arms for you.

“No, but the cold giant you shaped empty spot in the bed did. Tea?” you ask chuckling softly before handing him the mug in your other hand and kissing the top of his head.

You had also brought blankets with you and draped it over the both of you while settling onto his lap and resting your head on his shoulder. You watched as he instantly relaxed and settled back against it at the sound of your voice. Placing a gentle kiss to your forehead he accepts the pink mug.

“Thank you love.” he says quietly to you before trailing his hands up and down your leg gently as he takes small sips of the earl grey.

“I love nights like this. It reminds me of growing up back home. My mama would yell at my dad and me for dancing around in the rain.”Don’t come in here asking me for vapor rub and soup when y’all are coughing up a storm��. She would say with her face all scrunched up. But we knew it was from a place of love because every time she’d end up running out to joining even if only for a few minutes and she had an umbrella. But the deal was that I couldn’t complain about being woken up at 5am to get the hot comb before school. She knew she couldn’t resist dancing to My Girl with us. To our neighbours who were always in our business we probably looked like a bunch of maniacs just laughing and being happy to love and be loved. ” you explained to him and he would chuckle softly and tell you about how he wished he knew you when you were kids.

He swears that he would’ve known then that you were it for him.

“I was 6 years old when I got the name Sunflower. As usual it was my mother, father , and I sitting on the porch. I was just sitting eating sunflower seeds and staring out at the rain. Waiting for my father to set up the radio and put our favourite songs on. We ran out onto the grass and as he twirled me around. My father said to me “you’re my sunflower because you always grow towards the sun and bring such a light to our lives. Becoming your parents was the best day of our lives. Getting to see you grow is the small moments of magic in this life. That’s how I knew you were the one for me. Because he didn’t think anyone was good enough for me, but when he met you and you actually got him to laugh with you and say yes to proposing to me. I knew this was it.” you explain and laugh at his expression.

“Bae, are you tearing up?” you ask as he leaned over to kiss all over his face then peck his lips.

“I’ve just got something in my eye. That’s all. I just can’t wait to share how much I love you with the world. I want them to feel that when they listen to this album.”

“And they will” you reassure him

-present-

After over a year and a half of dating and being engaged you knew that it was time to share it with the world. There was only so much can take after 10 years of speculations. He was more than ready to tell everyone that there was only one woman he wanted to spend his life with.

He’d like to have a meal with a childhood friend without him being painted as a cheater on someone he wasn’t even dating in the first place.

A sigh of relief washed over you both when the video finally wrapped. You remember telling Harry that if you were going to be a part of this video you wanted the entire crew to be black or at least of colour.

“Those are my rules , Harold. I wanna put my people on, and no offense baby but can’t nobody white touch this fro. I haven’t let anyone besides my mother do my hair since I was a little girl. You got me? ” you expressed to him and he nodded because he had already had the idea in mind knowing he wanted to put his money where his mouth is with supporting black creatives.

He began searching social media for black hair stylists, videographers, directors , and everyone else that would be needed to get the project done.

Now it’s less than 24 hours before the world would know about what has been sweetly yours for a little over a year.

From what you could tell a lot of people assumed that his album was about exes or previous relationships but on the contrary he had actually written one song for closure about a past situation. The rest of the entire album was essentially about you,and how he fell in love with your kindness and how much he adored you. Some of the fans who listened closely picked up on the line in Adore You. ‘Your wonder under summer skies. Brown skin and lemon over ice’ . It was about the vacation you two took a few months before the pandemic right after he wrapped on his newest film. He swore that your mahogany skin glowed under the warm July sun and against the cerulean coverup. That man looked at you like someone told him that you were made out of pure gold. Thus sparking his first track on the album, Golden. You two were even papped together while on the beach with your families but of course most just assumed that you were a family friend. It seemed to be a trend when he’s photographed with a woman of colour before but he reassured you that he was single when he asked you on a date the day he met you at the farmers market.

-flashback-

He tumbled over his words while trying to ask you about what kind of jam you would recommend for him to bring home to his mother.

“I’m gonna be at her home for the weekend and just thought that I’d bring a few things for breakfast while I’m there. Yours caught my eye. Are these little sunflowers all over the jars?” he asks as he bends down to inspect them.

“Yeah , you like it? It’s kind of my brand. It’s been a bit of a slow day. I think it’s because it’s gonna rain. Never one to be scared of a little rain. I can tell that this is gonna taste far better than bringing home a jar of Nutella.” you say to him with a small smile on your face.

After grabbing a plastic spoon for him to try out peach, strawberry, and cherry. He ended up purchasing several jars of all 3, but the cherry jam was his favourite and blushed the entire time you scooped the spoon in his mouth.

“What’s it like to be so lonely like this? I feel like it would be difficult to not be able to be out with others because you don’t want them to have to go through all of this.I feel like even though someone’s “famous” you’ve got to at least treat people with kindness and some level of respect. ” you say to him as the people pushed their way over to your boutique once they realized who was standing there.

You didn’t even really know who he was because you hadn’t been into One Direction in their prime. So, you knew he was a big deal from the whispers and people walking up to him and asking him for pictures and practically offering him their entire supply. But you just knew him as the dorky slightly awkward and weird cutie standing in front of you in the giant sunhat and pearls that stuttered while trying to tell you about his time working in a bakery before they came over.

“It’s alright. You kind of just learn to adapt to all of it after 10 years. . I worked there for like a year but we never had anything that tasted this good!” he admitted and you would giggle softly at the complement and give him your number on the receipt. You could see him doing a little shimmy while waving the number in the air.

-present-

You think back to the conversation fondly before Harry’s low and soothing voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he peeks his head into the room to ask if you want to see the finished video.

You followed him to his little makeshift studio in your home and take a seat on his lap so that you both could see it.

Harry had come up with the concept of you being a sunflower and him being like a bee because he swore he was drawn to you from the first conversation you two had ever said.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your side. He was already trying to hide his smile as the video started with you in a canary yellow dress that flowed over your body making you look like a sun goddess as you twirled with the sunflowers in your afro.

You soaked in the sun and swayed to the music before Harry came into focus.

You remember that day his mother and your parents were on set because they were going to make a cameo at the end and both of your mothers had been behind the camera giving you both thumbs up and standing with their hands over their hearts the entire time.

Harry dances across the screen dressed in bumblebee-esque colours with the black and yellow as he danced around you and you looked over at him wide eyed before moving away from him. You followed the script and continued to dance around to the music doing your own thing as he danced around you to get your attention.

“You look so beautiful babe. Look at you! God damn I am a lucky bastard, aren’t I?” he says giddily laughing and smiling like a boy on the schoolyard with a crush.

“Oh stop, but keep going.” you say jokingly as you pat his thigh softly.

“I mean it. You could’ve gone on set just like this with no makeup and wearing this old shirt and looked like perfection itself.” he complements and it was your turn to break into a smile cause this man really was the sweetest little thing.

“Right back at you, sweet thing. I love how they cut your hair for the video. That was probably the best line up you’ve ever had. It was a game changer wasn’t it? You didn’t know black barbers are magicians.” you say giggling as you watch him prance around in the video in the yellow and black suit.

It comes to the part of the video where your parents and his mother both walk into the shot and your father takes your hand and dance with you as the mothers dance together.

Harry glides over to you and asks for your hand and your father puts yours in his.

He twirls you around as the parents look on and you both show your engagement rings to the camera and smile up at each other.

By the end of the video you and Harry blow a kiss at the camera before sharing a moment of pressing your forehead against his and the video ends.

You sniffle and dab at your eyes with a napkin from his desk and he turns to you before leaning into press kisses to your cheeks and lips.

“I love you and you know that there isn’t anyone else I would wanna tell the world about. It’s going to be just fine because I plan on making you happy for the rest of your life.” he reassures you and you nod before kissing his nose.

“What else can I say Harold? You went from being the awkward sweetheart that wrote me love letters and sung me to sleep when we couldn’t be together to someone I could not imagine life without. If people can’t see that there’s nothing but love and happiness here that’s their business. But this is ours.” you say to him knowing that it’s out of your element to feel so sappy but with him you just can’t help it.

The next day the video dropped along with the caption ‘it’s also our anniversary. So be kind or leave. All the love, H.’

The outpour of love and support from his fans and other celebrities was ridiculously overwhelming but well received as you made sure to make a small short follow up video thanking them for all of the love, well wishes, and compliments.

[ a little different for me but i hope you still enjoyed it to the lovely person who requested it !]

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #fanfic for black girls #fine line album

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago

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Forever

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Summary: How it all began, and where it went wrong...

Note: I wrote this once a while ago at the very beginning of my blog and got no likes on it so I’m reposting since now I have a larger fanbase so I hope you guys enjoy!

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I come from the planet Tattooine, the place where Ben's uncle, and his grandfather grew up. My parents abandoned me when I was 15 when I started showing my powers, they feared I was a danger to them. Luke found me and raised me as his own, the Jedi ways engraved into my brain.

Then I met Ben, we clicked instantly becoming inseparable from that moment on. I knew it was wrong, that the Jedi weren't meant to fall in love. Luke had warned me that my infatuation needed to end because Ben wasn't the man I thought he was, that he would go dark. I had felt the disturbance in the Force from him as well, but I couldn't leave him.

Ben Solo is the love of my life, I say is because I know he is still here. He is not dead inside of Kylo Ren like so many people believe. I was there the night the temple was destroyed......what is so sinister about it is that the temple was destroyed the night of our wedding. It was a secret wedding, we had to sneak away to have the ceremony. We were promised to each other for better or for worse, but I don't think your husband killing your Jedi classmates is what they meant by worse...

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6 Years earlier:

"Ben...wha-what did you do?" I asked, looking at my husband. He had a murderous expression on his face that scared me.

"He tried to kill me..." he said, gripping his saber tighter.

"Who? Honey, what's going on?" I asked again, putting my hands to his cheeks.

"Luke," was all he said, tears welling in his eyes.

"Ben..." I whispered.

"Ben is gone." he said, pushing my hands away.

"What?" I asked, taking a step back from him. My heart crushing as I knew what this meant, he was turning to the dark side.

"My name is Kylo Ren now. The Supreme Leader has called to me because he knows how to train me to my full potential." he explained, as if we weren't surrounded by our dead classmates and a burning temple.

"This is not the Jedi way Ben, what are you thinking?!" I shouted at him.

"It wasn't the Jedi way for us to fall in love, yet here we are." he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"People of the dark side cannot show love Ben. How can you sit there and claim to love me, but are choosing this path?" I asked, keeping a grip on my light saber in case things went south.

"The Supreme Leader is willing to work with our...circumstances." he revealed, turning to walk towards a ship that wasn't there before.

"Ben stop!" I yelled, running after him.

"Do you love me?" he asked, catching my arm in a tight grip.

"What kind of question is that I married your dumb ass!" I said, shoving him off me.

"Y/n/n," he whispered.

"Ben...I can't." I whimpered.

"Come with me and we can rule the galaxy!" he said, smiling but it was not the smile of my Ben.

"I-" I started, Ben interrupting me.

"Y/n/n, you are my life. I love you more than anything in this galaxy, I need you by my side baby...please." he said, leaning his forehead on mine.

"Forever?" I asked. We used that as a way to reassure the other that we would always love one another, forever.

"Forever my love." he said, leaning down to kiss me.

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Present:

I was in the private gym Kylo had made sure all the officers on the First Order knew was only for me. I somehow got away with not being trained by Snoke and continued my Jedi training, using books I stole from the Temple. I was meditating when I felt my husbands presence. I continued with my training as he watched me from the other side of the room.

"You're so beautiful my darling" he said, that stupid mask of his altering his real voice. I'd love to pitch that thing into space, he knows I hate it too.

"You know I don't respond when you have that thing on Ben." I said coldly.

I heard the click and hiss of the mask being taken off as I lowered myself, turning to face him. I was only allowed to use Ben when we were alone, in the eye of the First Order we were Mr. and Mrs. Kylo Ren. I hated it so much, I was currently in the works of becoming a double agent for the Resistance, using the ways of the force to reach out to Leia.

It hurt me more than anything to go against my husband, the one I'm supposed to stand with above all, but with the construction of the second Death Star coming to an end and knowing what they are using it for....I can't stay on this ship any longer.

Ben came closer to me, I had to tip my head further back the closer he got. My head barely reached his chest, he took his glove off so he could run his fingers through my hair. I lifted my eyes to meet his dark brown ones. I got on my tip toes and kissed him, this is what I would miss the most, the intimate moments we got to have with each other...when he acted like Ben and not Kylo.

He moaned into my mouth, gripping the hair at my scalp to pull me closer. His other arm wrapped around my waist as he lifted me the few feet between our heights so he wouldn't have to bend his neck as far. I sifted my fingers in his black hair, using my other to grab his cheek. I pulled away first, my chest rising erratically from the lack of oxygen.

"I have a mission I'm leading, I'll be leaving in a few days. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone...I don't want to leave you." he spoke softly, leaning his cheek on mine. I hugged him tight, heartbroken that he would be leaving so soon.

"What will you be doing?" I asked, but I really didn't want to know. He sensed that as he narrowed his eyes at me, our Force bond tingling my mind as he was trying to read it.

"Ben, quit trying to read my mind!" I yelled, slapping his arm.

"I'm sorry baby, but I was curious to know if you actually wanted to know...or if you were just trying to entertain me." he smiled, kissing my nose as he put me back on the ground.

We made our way to our quarters, Kylo now replacing my Ben. I hardly ever acknowledged anyone around us unless I was spoken to directly. I didn't ever go out of my way to speak to anyone either. If I had a question, I'd use my Jedi powers to read their mind or force them to tell me.

"Commander Ren, Lady Ren, How lovely to see you all on this fine afternoon." General Hux greeted as he came around a corner.

I continued to walk until I felt a pull from the force, Ben stopping me in my place to talk to Hux. I gave him a death stare, he knows I don't like socializing with his people.

"What can I do for you General?" I asked, annoyed with Ben-Kylo’s insistance that I speak with Hux.

"I was hoping I could trouble you both for a meeting-" he started, but I was quick to interupt.

"No, I'm quite tired and wish to rest. You can have my husband though General." I said as I fought Ben's force, breaking free of it and walking into our room.

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Kylo's POV:

I stared as my wife walked into our quarters, rage of her disobedience burning inside me. I let her know through our Force bond that I was not happy with her, thankful the mask hid my feelings from General Hux. I turned back to look at the General, his presence annoying what I was hoping to be a enjoyable evening.

"What do you need General?" I asked again.

"I think we should take this to my office, away from prying ears." he said ,quietly. We arrived at his office, him sitting at his chair while I stood by the open window.

"We have received word that there might be a double agent roaming the ship..." Hux said, his eyes drifting down.

"This is what you had to disturb my evening with the Lady for?" I seethed, keeping my fists clenched at my sides.

"Commander, the rumors are claiming that the Lady is the double agent. That's why I thought we would speak here." the General looked at me with a terrified look on his face, as he should.

"How dare you!" I shouted, using the Force the choke this son of a bitch.

"Sir, please! I just wanted you to know before you heard from someone else!" Hux choked out.

I stormed out of the office, pushing past officers and troopers. I walked into my quarters, spotting Y/n in the kitchen. My anger started dissipating, her presence not only in the room, but through our bond calmed me. I forgot about being angry with her, I walked into our room and changed into comfier clothes.

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Y/n’s POV:

I felt Ben's presence behind me, but I ignored him to finish dinner. He was angry, but I couldn't tell why. He walked off as I could feel his anger disappearing. I turned off the stove and cleaned the dishes as dinner cooled down, I could hear Ben in our bedroom. I walked in to him taking his amour off, I couldn't help but stare. He was so beautiful and I felt so lucky to call this man mine despite his faults.

"See something you like baby?" He asked, his deep voice igniting a feeling in my lower regions.

"I think I'd like it better if you weren't facing away from me love," I teased, smiling at him.

He finished taking his clothes off, leaving him in just his black silk pants. He ran a hand through his hair as he turned to face me, I could feel him trying to rack my brain for what I was thinking. I let him in to see what I was thinking at that moment....How beautiful he was, how I loved him with my entire soul, and that I would be lost without him.

"Your thoughts are deep tonight my love, what's wrong?" he asked, putting his arms around my waist.

"I just...I don't like you going on solo missions...I don't like us being apart from each other." I confessed, putting my hands on his bare chest.

"Snoke wouldn't put me out there if he didn't think I could handle myself sweetheart. You above anyone should know I am very capable in battle." he said, squeezing me. I didn't like when he talked about Snoke, I rolled my eyes at the thought of that creature.

"Can't I come with you? We're better together than apart Benny." I whispered, hugging him. He laid his head on top of mine, sighing loudly.

"You really need to start calling me Kylo, you're going to slip in front of someone one day and The Supreme Leader will see me as still being drawn to the light." he muttered.

"You don't fool me Solo, I know there is still light in you." I said, not liking where the conversation was going.

Ben pulled away from me, stalking to the kitchen. He was slamming stuff around by the time I got in there, preparing himself a plate very angrily. I wish I had kept my mouth shut, the good mood we had going was ruined by my big mouth.

"Honey," I whispered, slowly walking closer to him.

"Don't y/n" he growled, I knew I was in deep shit when he used my full name.

I sighed, grabbing myself a plate. I sat beside him at our very large dining room table that we didn't need since we never had guests over, neither one of us the most social beings. We ate in very awkward silence, I was the first to finish.

I cleaned up the kitchen, putting away leftovers then heading for the bathroom. I started up the huge shower we had installed, getting the water to the perfect temperature before stripping and stepping in.

I was in the middle of rinsing my conditioner out when I heard the door open, the door was glass so I could see that it was Ben. He stripped him self before joining me in the shower, we had another shower head installed for when we both were in the shower on opposite ends.

He turned his on, wetting his hair. I couldn't help but stare at him, the way his arm muscles flexed when he ran his hands through his wet hair sometimes the veins popping out. I had to check to see if my mouth was hanging open. He walked over to me, I grew tense the closer he got.

"I'm sorry my love." he whispered, my heart melted.

"I'm sorry too." I said, looking down at my feet.

He grabbed the back of my head, forcing it to come up as he smashed his mouth to mine. I responded immediately, throwing my arms around his neck. Our tongues were in a battle for dominance, him winning of course. I let my hands roam over his body, feeling his muscles. I had to pull back to breathe, both of us panting hard.

"Forever?" he asked, staring into my eyes.

"Forever my love." I whispered.

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