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roosterscockpit · 2 years ago

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 18

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Hi babes, sorry the chapter is a little late today 🥺 It's been a super busy day so far. I hope you are all enjoying your day! Here is the next part! I love you all! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: It has been nearly a week since Bradley left. It has been so hard with him gone. Will he try to reach out this time? Or will he leave you in the dark...again?

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: cursing, anxiousness, sadness, mentions of killing someone, sexual jokes, BUT a whole lot more LOVEE from those who love you the most ❤️

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You woke up to the sun rays peeking through your blinds. You looked down and saw an arm slung over your body. But this was a tiny arm. “What the..” You turned around to see your little girl cuddled up to Austin’s chest and he had an arm around her. Your daughter was sleeping in such a weird position. Laying on Austin’s chest, but had her arm tucked away under her and was still able to reach and be draped over you slightly.

You moved her arm and sat up quietly. The sight in from of you gave you butterflies. Is this how she would look with, Bradley? Austin was asleep and so relaxed, arm around your little girl protecting her hair slightly in his face and the sun hitting him slightly in the face. Your daughter cuddled up on him. Her arm was straight across his chest and sprawled out. He looked like such a natural. The love and the bond he had with your little girl were undeniable.

You pulled the blanket over them and went into the bathroom. You washed your face. While your face was still wet you looked at yourself in the mirror. All you could think about was Bradley. Your heart started to hurt. You were so worried for him. You wanted him to just come home so you could hug him already. You wanted more than anything for him to meet his little girl. Your heart ached for Leia. She deserved to meet and know her father.

You looked at yourself as some of the water droplets became tears. You were just worried. What if something had happened? Yea it had only been a day, but you thought that maybe you would have heard something. Maybe not hearing anything was a good thing. Isn't it always? Isn't it when you get a call from something nerve-wracking when it's probably bad? You wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

You went to wipe your face on a towel. You leaned up against the wall and looked at the shower. You closed your eyes and the memories of you and Bradley showering together played endlessly. You clenched your chest because it hurt. You took a deep breath. You could still smell his lingering cologne on the town next to you. You grabbed the towel and held it. It was one of the closest things you had that was left of him. You folded and placed the towel on your counter. You stared at it for at least 5 minutes. Then, your phone buzzed.

Your eyes went wide and you leaped for it as it laid there buzzing by the towel. You looked at the screen, it was Bri calling. Why was she calling you? Wasn't she at home too? You answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey sis, we are going to head down to the beach if you'd like to come? I know you are all still probably in bed. wink wink." You can hear the smile on her face.

"Wink wink?"

"Yea you knowwww. You and Austin?" she was definitely all giddy.

"I am not in bed actually. I am in my bathroom. I'm just cleaning up." you sounded sad. It was apparent.

"Hey is everything okay? Did something happen with Austin?" she was concerned for you.

"No, I am just really tired. I had a hard night sleeping. You know with Bradley gone and all."

Bri sighed deeply you could practically feel her breath on your ear, "How about this? How about we all go to La Jolla Cove?"

You propped up with wide eyes. La Jolla Cove was your favorite spot to go to in San Diego. You hadn't gone there in such a long time, "I'm listening?"

"There is my girl! Come on get ready and let's all go! We will even try to snorkel this time since Leia is old enough now."

You smiled. Bri always had a plan when it came to making you happy, "You had me at La Jolla Cove! We will be out there in a bit!"

You hung up before she could even talk again. You went back into your room to let Austin know and to wake up Leia.

You opened the door and he was already awake. He looked over at you and smiled, "Good mornin, y/n."

You cleared your throat, raised your eyebrows at Austin, and leaned against the door frame. “Good morning, Austin.”

He put his arms around Leia and rubbed her back, “She came in crying last night. She had a bad dream. I didn’t want to wake you up because I knew you were really tired.”

You nodded and went to sit by him. You pushed your daughter’s hair from her face. “Thank you, Austin.”

He furrowed his brows, “No need. I’ll always be here to protect you both.” He smiled, “So what’s up? What’s with the plastered grin?”

You told him about the call with Bri and told him to get ready. You woke up Leia. She, like her dad, hated to wake up. You got her ready as she was half asleep. You all headed for the cove.

A couple of more days passed by. You still hadn't heard from anyone yet. Especially Bradley. Your mind was wandering into the deep void. Was he doing this on purpose again? Did something happen? Did he decide he doesn't want this anymore? Does he have cold feet? Is he even alive? Is he okay? You started to spiral. You kept trying to convince yourself he just needed time... but how much time? Didn't he miss you? Didn't he want to meet Leia?

You were really zoned out. It was your turn for monopoly and you just sat there. Billy waved his hand at you. "Y/n/n, it's your turn." You stayed still. Austin looked at you with concern. He knew you weren't doing okay.

Austin scooted closer to you and tapped your knee. You finely shook your head and came out of it. You looked at Austin. He could see the hurt in your eyes. He gave you a gentle smile and looked at the monopoly board. Your eyes widened and you gasped, "Oh my gosh it is my turn. I am sorry." You played your turn and Bri called for a break.

Austin stepped with you outside on the patio.

He rubbed your back as you took deep breaths. "Hey, y/n. Talk to me. Is everything okay?"

Your breathing was uneasy, and you wanted to cry. He continued to rub your back. You stayed silent and Austin pulled you into his chest. He threw his arms around your shoulders and rested his cheek on your head, "It's Bradley, isn't it?" You nodded. "Y/n, I know he is taking a long time to get to you, but I know you and Leia are on his mind. Maybe he just needs his time? Remember what you said the day after they left? He's been going through a lot. Give him some time to process everything, Darlin. I promise it will all be okay."

Austin held onto you tighter, "He loves you, y/n. Don't forget that." He started to pat your hair.

You left your phone inside on the game table and it buzzed. Leia noticed and ran your phone out to you. She threw the sliding door open and held your phone up, "MOMMA! YOU GOT A TEXT FROM PAPA!"

You looked at her in shock. Your heart skipped a beat. Was this real? You looked up at Austin and he smiled. "There you so, sweetheart!" He held onto your arms and shook you, "Go look at the text! Maybe they are back now!" You smiled up at Austin and made your way to Leia. She gave you your phone.

You stepped away from Austin and Leia as you opened your unread message from Mav.

M: Y/n! We will be getting back in tomorrow night! Going to drop by the hard deck to surprise my girl. Can you and Leia meet me there? I want to see both of you! I miss you two so much!

Your heart skipped a beat. You wanted to cry. You loved Mav more than anything, he always took care of you. They were back, they were finally back. But why hadn’t Bradley texted you? Was he okay? Didn’t he want to see you and Leia? Maybe he just needed some time. You were sure he just needed to de-stress from the mission.

Y: Yes!! We can’t wait to see you!

M: I will see you at 5!!

You held your phone to your body. You wanted to scream. You ran back over to Austin. He was smiling at you and ready to hear your exciting news.

You explained to him that Mav had texted you and asked to see you and Leia at the hard deck. He could see you were so excited, but he was upset because that meant Bradley was back too. His chest tightened because Bradley hadn’t texted you or called you yet. You would have made it known if he had. Austin felt uneasy about it.

“Has Bradley said anything about being back yet?”

You played with your fingers, “No, nothing yet.”

Austin nodded biting his lip anxiously, “I’m sure he’s okay, y/n.”

You smiled slightly, “Yea... I hope so."

Austin came over to you and hugged you, “He’ll come around. I know he will.” He smiled at you. "But you get to see Mav! Aren't you excited?"

A smile crept back onto your face, "I am."

It was the next day and it was time for you and Leia to go to the Hard Deck to meet up with Mav. You still hadn’t heard from Bradley. You started to worry. What if Mav did miss you and Leia, but was bearing bad news? He couldn’t do that to you… could he? Wouldn’t have we gotten a call?

You pulled to the Hard Deck, Mav was outside leaning against his motorcycle looking at his phone. You parked next to him and honked. He looked up and recognized your car. He started to smile at you and took off his sunglasses. You opened your door to get out. Leia was so excited she got herself out of the car. She jumped out of your jeep and beelined straight to Mav with tears in her eyes.

“MAAAAAAAAV!” She ran with her arms open and tears in her eyes.

He knelt down, “My little Jedi!” He had his arms wide open for her. She jumped into his arms and he picked her up and spun her around holding onto her tightly. “I miss you so much, Leia.” He started to tear up.

Leia gave Mav kisses on his cheek, “I missed you too papa.” She didn’t want to let go of him.

He stood there a minute just holding your daughter and taking her in. He finally set her down on the ground and wiped his tears.

“I made you something, Mav!” She ran back to the car to retrieve her gift.

He stood up and walked towards you with his arms open. “It's so good to see you, y/n.” He hugged you tight. You started to cry. “I'm so glad you’re home, Mav.” You pulled away wiping your tears. “Hey it's okay, we are okay.” He wiped your tears and smiled at you. You went in for another hug and he rubbed your back.

Your daughter came around with her sign. “Look, Mav!” It was a poster board that read “Welcome home papa Mav!” With a bunch of little drawings of Mav and Leia together. A lot of planes, a lot of stickers, and a lot of glitters. She held it up to him.

Mav’s eyes went wide, “Wow! You made this for me!” He grabbed it from her and looked at it in awe. “You’ll have to bring this to my hangar so I can put it up on my wall.” He was so mesmerized by it, he had never gotten something like this before.

“Do you like it?” She held her hands together and looked at Mav with her puppy dog eyes.

He crouched back down and gave her another hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I love it so much.” They looked at it together, “Can you hold it for me tonight and when you two come over tomorrow you can help me hang it up?” He smiled at her.

Leia’s jaw dropped, “WE GET TO GO TO YOUR HANGAR!?”

Mav nodded, “Yes, only if your mommy says it’s okay?”

They both looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Dammit.” You smiled at them, “Of course.”

Mav high-fived Leia, “Great! I’ll make you guys dinner!”

Leia tapped Mav’s shoulder, “I like Mac and cheese, Mav.”

He petted her head, “I’ll be sure to make some just for you then little Jedi.”

You loaded Leia back into the car and then came back to talk to Mav. “So where is Penny?” You leaned up against your car.

He sighed long, “Oh she’s gone, took her daughter on a little sailing trip.” He shook his head and smiled.

“When will she be back?”

Mav smiled and looked at the floor, “Not sure, she didn’t tell anyone. She’s a mystery, but I’ll be here waiting for her.” He blushed.

You punched Mav’s shoulder lightly, “That is the cutest thing ever, you’re blushing!” You poked him in the arm.

He pointed to his cheeks, “This is sunburn from the mission. We fly really close to the sun you know!” He laughed with you.

“The mission… how is he? Is he….okay?” You became serious. You were concerned for Bradley.

“Y/n, he's fine. He probably just home trying to come down from it all.” He reassured you.

You nodded and let out a breath of relief, “Thank God. I was so worried when you asked to meet.”

“Oh no y/n/n. He's okay. He's home. He's alive. He did go through a lot. We all did. Just give him some time.” He rubbed your arm.

You were finally off the edge, “I will. I'm glad you are all okay. Did everyone make it back okay?”

Mav smiled big, “Yes, we are all alive and healthy.” He patted your back and nodded.

“So then tomorrow? Dinner at your place?”

“Yes! Be there at 3.” He pointed at you and winked.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “3? Dinner at 3?”

He laughed, “yes!”

You shook your head at him, “Gosh you're so old. You have dinner at 3 because your bedtime is at 6? Or what?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “I need to make sure I'm in bed on time, y/n!” The two of you laughed.

“We will be there, Mav. Wouldn't miss it for the world.”

You said your goodbyes and pulled out of the parking lot. You headed home and had dinner with Bri, Billy, Austin, and Leia.

You got your daughter ready for bed, she had to get used to sleeping early. She was going to be starting school in a couple of weeks and you wanted her to be on a schedule. You and Austin put her down for bed. He gave her hugs and kisses as he tucked her in. Then you made your way to the front door to say your goodbyes to Billy and Austin.

You walked outside with Austin. He was holding your hand and leaning against his car. He was spinning the ring you had on your middle finger. It was an anxiety ring that would spin. He really liked to flick it and watch it go. He looked up at you and you were watching him spin your ring.

Austin cleared his throat and you looked up, “So how are you feeling right now?”

You started to play with your ring, “I’m feeling okay. Thank you.”

“I mean how are you holding up with Bradley? Have you heard anything from him yet?” He pulled you in close to him.

You sighed, “He actually is back now. I met up with Maverick and he told me he is home, alive and healthy. Like we said earlier, he just needs some time to cool down from the mission. It was a huge weight off my shoulders to hear that. So I'm actually good.” You smiled up at Austin.

“Good, good. I'm glad you’re in better spirits. I’m glad Bradley is okay. I was starting to worry when you said you hadn’t heard from him. It’s been nearly a week.” He moved some hair out of your face, “Is he going to meet Leia?”

You looked up at him happy and excited, “He is when he is ready. He really wanted to before he left. He kept promising her he was going to. Now that he’s here, I can’t wait.”

“Oh! That’s so good y/n.” He got up off of the car. He put his hands out, “Why didn’t you tell me that!? That’s so exciting!” He raised his hand and you gave him a high-five. You both laughed.

“Yea I’m really excited for him and Leia. Leia asked about her dad the other day.” You looked anxious.

“Does she know who he is?”

You shook your head, “No, she has no idea. She just knows he’s a pilot. I didn't want to mention to her that they met at the beach. She also thought that Maverick was her dad.” Your eyes widened at Austin.

He shuddered “That would be so weird.” He looked grossed out.

“Exactly. So weird!” You both laughed.

“I'm really happy for you, y/n.” He put his hand on your cheek. “Everything is going up for you as it should be.”

You blushed against his hand, “Thank you, Austin.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead, “I should get going. I have work in the morning.” He gave you a big hug. “Good luck with Leia and Bradley! You’ll have to tell me all about it after it happens!” He blew you a kiss as he got into his car. “Have a great night, y/n.”

You closed his door for him, “Goodnight, Austin.”

You went back into your house and Billy and Bri were standing there waiting for you. You looked at them with narrowed eyes, “Yes mom and dad?”

Billy laughed and put his arm around you, “Let’s talk, honey.”

He brought you to the back patio and sat with you on the couch. Bri stayed inside to give you two some space.

Billy turned to you and put his arm on the back of the couch. He looked at you concerned.

“Y/n… is there something you need to tell me?” He raised his eyebrows and looked at you through his lashes.

You cocked your head, “Noooo?”

“So you have nothing to share?” He raised his brow, “Nothing about some big bird guy?”

You raised your eyebrows and stayed silent.

“Some huge cock?” He stuck his head out to you.

You started to laugh, “Why would you want to know about some big cock?”

He looked at you annoyingly, “That is not what I meant, y/n.”

You kept on laughing at him and he sat there biting his lip trying not to laugh. He walked himself into that one. He took a deep breath trying to stay serious. He readjusted himself on the couch and placed his hand on your shoulder. You started to calm down from your laughing episode. You wiped your tears away and became serious.

“Look, y/n. I am not going to tell you who you should and shouldn’t be with. But, Bri told me about Bradley. How he said he loves you. I just want what’s best for you.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Billy.”

“I just want to make sure he is real this time. When we first met, you were crushed. He hurt you and left you behind with his child. I don’t want him to hurt you again. Nonetheless, hurt Leia. Because if he hurts you both, he is a dead man.” He was serious.

You pulled Billy in for a hug. You were lost for words. You knew he just cared so much for you and Leia. “Thank you, seriously. But I promise this time is different. But thank you.”

He held you tightly, “Of course, y/n. I will always protect you and Leia. You are my family. I love you girls.” He placed a kid on your temple. “But I will seriously kill him if he hurts you in the slightest.”

You shook your head and slapped his chest, “I believe you, Billy. 100%.”

“I would also like to meet him, make sure he is good enough for our Leia. She is precious, you know?”

You shook your head. “Please stop, dad.”

He hugged you again. “Just please be careful y/n. It’s not just you anymore. It’s her heart too.”

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Ooof. Is Bradley okay? Why didn't or hasn't he texted or called you? Doesn't he want to see Leia? I thought everything was turning around for the better, but instead, now I'm having deja vu. Bradley is messing with our hearts and I am not for it. What about Leia? I'll see you in the next part, babes! 🫶🏼

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seasonofthewicth · 3 years ago

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Rowaelin Month - Day 3

prompt: a secret relationship

extras: multiple povs

cw: one very brief mention of nsfw topics

word count: 3k

Fenrys knows his friends think of him as the joker of the group, and yeah he is hilarious, but there’s more to him than that. He can read the room, can pick up on the subtleties of whichever of his friends might need one of his jokes more than others on any given day. It’s a skill that makes him observant, watchful of people, and he notices things.

He’s not sure if Rowan and Aelin think they’re being subtle, and he’s not sure which of his other friends have picked up on the same things he has, but he’s pretty sure Aelin and Rowan are sleeping together.

He’s not completely sure, he doesn’t have any concrete evidence and they still act normally in the group, but he knows what he saw on the night of Elide’s birthday. He and Rowan have lived together for years and Aelin has crashed at theirs any number of times before but, until that night, she’d never emerged from Rowan’s bedroom the morning after wearing one of his t-shirts.

The material had completely drowned her. The short sleeves had hung to her elbows and the hem had been well down her thighs. She’d seemed somewhat… sneaky as she’d crept into their kitchen in search of coffee.

He knows not to read too much into things, friends share clothes all the time. He’s lost many hoodies to the collective wardrobe owned by their group of friends and he’s still pissed at Lorcan who he knows still has his The Cadre t-shirt from the gig they had attended a few years ago.

What Fenrys also knows is that friends don’t stand at the kitchen counter, holding the neckline of their friend’s shirt to their nose and grinning like an idiot.

He needs to speak to Aedion.

Elide has been friends with Aelin for years and that is more than long enough to know she’s almost always guaranteed to be late to their coffee dates. She’s not bothered, it gives her a few extra minutes to sip away at her own coffee reading her book with the general hum of the coffee shop lulling her into a comfortable rest.

It’s not long before her friend breezes into the coffee shop, the bell above the door ringing and signalling her entrance. It’s very Aelin, her entrance. The wind sweeps in fluffing her golden waves and her steps are full of purpose as she strides towards Elide.

“Sorry I’m late.” Aelin all but throws herself into the seat opposite Elide, smiling a bright smile for the relatively early morning they’re sharing.

“Don’t worry about it,” Elide says, finishing off her final swig of her first coffee. “Want me to go and get our drinks?”

“No, Ellie,” Aelin says, waving her hand. “First one’s on me. I was late, I’ll make it up to you.”

Aelin squeezes her hand before breezing back out of her seat.

She’s back only a couple of minutes later, finally relaxing into the large armchair she occupies. “So, what’s new with you?”

“Nothing much,” Elide shrugs. “Work is tough but nothing I didn’t expect.”

“I’m sure you’re smashing it,” Aelin says with a grin, then places her hand against her chest. “My little Elide, registered nurse taking the world by storm.”

Elide smiles, it feels good to hear those words, after all the sleepless nights and sweat and tears she’s finally where she wants to be.

Aelin continues, “You’re not pushing yourself too hard are you?”

“No,” she says and it’s the truth. “And even if I was, Lorcan is being wonderful.”

Aelin fake gags and Elide shoots her a mostly joking glare. “I find that hard to believe.”

“He is,” she says, thinking of the bath he had drawn her the night before and the massage he’d given her when she complained of her feet aching.

Aelin shifts in her seat as she nods along and the neck of her t-shirt slips down to reveal the ghost of a hickey on her friend’s collarbone. Elide raises an eyebrow.

Aelin looks down before grinning wickedly.

“Anything new with you?”

Aelin’s answer is interrupted by the arrival of their coffees in the hands of a handsome waiter.

“A large mocha,” he says and Elide raises a hand, “and a large cappuccino with cinnamon.”

Aelin raises her own hand. The waiter sets their drinks down, his eyes lingering on Aelin for a minute before he slowly backs away.

“Enjoy,” he says, his eyes still locked on Aelin. “Let me know if you need anything.”

He turns with a wink and Elide raises her other brow at her friend.

“Are you going to get his number?”

Aelin shakes her head. “Not today.”

Elide hums a response before leaning forward in her seat. “Why? You’d usually be all over someone like him, he’s exactly your type. Tall, muscular without being jacked, his curly brown hair, cheeky smile…”

She trails off when Aelin cracks a smile. “I guess I’m just not feeling it today.”

Elide wants to ask why again, she honestly might go over and get the guy’s number for her friend, when Aelin changes the subject rapidly.

“Are you going to Rowan and Fenrys’ later?”

Elide doesn’t process the change of topic until a little later on, once a couple more pieces have slotted into place. Eventually she’s pretty sure she’s worked out why Aelin didn’t want the cute coffee guy’s number.

She needs to speak to Lorcan.

Lorcan Salvaterre doesn’t like Aelin Galathynius.

He tolerates her at best for the sake of the rest of their friends but that said, he still probably wouldn’t want to see her hurt.

When Lysandra puts the message in the group chat-At the hospital with Aelin, dw they think it’s just a sprain-he reads it, absently thinks how he probably hopes she’s okay, and moves on with his day. He’s on his way to meet Rowan at the bar and if anything, Galathynius would want them to raise a toast in her honour.

What Lorcan doesn’t expect is the restless jittering of his best friend’s leg beneath the table, sloshing precious droplets of beer onto the table that his friend doesn’t even seem to notice.

“What’s the matter with you?” he asks as he slides onto his seat opposite the silver haired man.

“Nothing,” Rowan says quickly but his leg keeps up the restless pace.

Lorcan signals to the bartender for his own beer and turns back to Rowan. “Dude, chill out. There’s clearly something up with you and I’m not having you spill my pint.”

Rowan finally notices the state of their table and stills his leg. “Sorry,” Rowan says, using some of the beer mats scattered across their table to mop up the spill.

Now Lorcan really is confused. Usually Whitethorn would cuss him out over apologising. He doesn’t really know what to say.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he ignores it as Rowan lurches for his own phone. He reads whatever’s on the screen then scowls and locks it again, placing it face up on the table. His knee begins bouncing again.

“You’re being weird,” Lorcan announces.

“Fuck off,” Rowan says and there’s the Whitethorn he knows and loves.

Lorcan opens his mouth to speak again but his phone buzzes and Rowan again lurches for his own. He chews at his lip as he reads whatever’s on the screen and so Lorcan bothers to dig his own phone out of his pocket.

It’s the group chat. He has a couple of unread messages, just Aedion and Elide expressing their concern for Galathynius as expected, nothing exciting. He locks his phone and places it on the table in front of him, watching Rowan for his next move. He’s definitely being weird and Lorcan has no fucking clue why.

His phone buzzes again and the screen lights up with the latest message. It’s Galathynius, he can tell from the stupid crown profile picture she has.

I’m alive, her message reads, just a sprain but I’m gutted bc I wanted a cast so you all could sign it.

Rowan is on his own phone when Lorcan looks back up, he’s tapping away but Lorcan doesn’t see any messages from him in the group chat. His knee has stilled under the table and Lorcan swears there’s something that looks like relief on his face. Relief? As if there was ever any danger of Galathynius not being fine.

Wait.

“Why the fuck are you so worried about Galathynius?”

Rowan’s eyes narrow and he carefully tucks his phone back into his pocket.

“I’m not,” he says but it sounds somewhat like a question and Lorcan isn’t convinced.

Until he decides he doesn’t give a shit enough to ask any more questions, Whitethorn seems back to normal and if Galathynius being fine is the reason for it he can think about it later.

And probably speak to Fenrys.

Aedion is drunk.

Like truly and utterly wasted.

So far a good night.

The rest of the group are somewhere dispersed around the bar but he’s happy here, tucked up in their booth, resting his head against the cushioned velvet while the room spins around him. He’s pretty sure Aelin is still in the booth with him and it might be Rowan with her but he’s too lazy to open his eyes to check.

He can hear the pounding base of a song he doesn’t recognise and he could fall asleep right here, somehow lulled to sleep by the beat and the volume of alcohol he’s consumed.

He doesn’t mean to listen to Aelin and Rowan’s conversation, even though he’s pretty sure it’s not intruding if they know he’s sat right there, but pieces of their conversation spike his attention.

“You don’t want me to stay at yours tonight?” he hears Aelin ask and Aedion is intrigued.

Lysandra is out tonight so Aelin has a safe ride home with her roommate and no need to crash at Rowan and Fenrys’ apartment.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to.” Rowan’s voice is low and hard to hear over the music. “But Fenrys is out with us and if I say I want to leave he’ll join me, then you know he’d ask questions.”

Aedion from tomorrow is screaming at him to pay attention to this conversation and so he keeps his eyes closed to try and listen in. He’s almost holding his breath to try and hear their voices over the noise of the bar.

They’re quiet for a moment and he’s so tempted to crack his eyes open.

“I know,” he finally hears Rowan say. “I’m sorry, Fireheart. We will.”

Hearing the term of endearment drop off Rowan’s lips is too much, it’s weird, he didn’t realise the two of them were close enough for Rowan to know about the nickname his cousin has. He risks opening one of his eyes to just a thin slit.

He’s not ready for what he sees.

Aelin is tucked under Rowan’s arm, resting her cheek on his chest. Rowan’s chin rests on the top of his cousin’s head before he softly presses his lips to her hair.

Aedion has many questions. He immediately closes his eye. He’s drunk, he can’t trust his eyes.

He hears rustling and then definitely his name from his cousin but it doesn’t sound like she’s talking to him.

Then, “Aedion.” Rowan’s voice has him blinking his eyes open and lifting his head from the booth.

They’re separated now, sitting with a couple of inches between them on the seat. Maybe he didn’t see them cuddled up a minute ago, he’s not sure.

“Drink this.” Rowan is holding out a glass of water, his tone leaving no room for protests.

“Hey,” he hears how slurred his voice is and catches Aelin’s laughter. “Thanks bro.”

Aelin puts her face in her hands. Rowan doesn’t crack, just waves the glass of water in front of him. He reaches out to grab it but he can see more than one of his hand reaching for the glass.

“Gods,” Aelin says, looking at Rowan. “Maybe you should take him home.”

“I will,” Rowan agrees quickly, looking at her softly and Aedion has about a million more questions. “I’ll get him to drink this first.”

Aelin nods and he finally manages to take a hold of the water and downs it in about a minute. Rowan slides out of the booth and holds a hand out to Aedion. He lets his friend tug him up and begins his stumble to the exit.

He feels Rowan pause behind him and catches the words, “meet you at yours afterwards.”

He manages to spin and see Aelin smiling as she leaves the booth too. He doesn’t bother to think about it, he probably won’t remember tomorrow.

He’ll ask Lysandra.

Aelin’s hand is clammy where she holds Rowan’s.

It’s the only sign of the nerves she feels, this conversation has been brewing for a while, and regardless of their friends’ reactions she’s happy with Rowan. Honestly, it’s only been about a month in total since that one night for Elide’s birthday that changed everything, but she thinks she might be falling for him.

She can’t believe she thought he was a dick when they first met. Well, she supposes he is a dick. One of the first things he ever said to her was that she was a spoiled brat but, in his defense, she’d just called him a stuck up bastard.

Now though she loves the thrill of his quick mind. Loves the way he can tease and taunt her until she’s trembling beneath him and about a second away from begging. She loves the soft kisses he presses to her hair when he knows she’s had a bad day, she loves when he comes back from work with a slice of chocolate hazelnut cake under his arm because he knows it will make her smile.

What she doesn’t love is keeping this a secret from all of their best friends. It started out as embarrassment, after they slept together on Elide’s birthday she didn’t know what it was, didn’t know if they’d just fucked everything up, didn’t know if their friendships were about to implode.

But then it happened again, and again and again, until it’s four am and she’s pressing her lips to his one last time so she can sneak out without Fenrys noticing and be home before Lysandra wakes up.

The sneaking around was hot at first. His hand over her mouth holding in her whimpers as he fucked her on the couch he shares with Fenrys, when he slid the pillow between her bedframe and the wall when Lysandra had texted asking if she could hear that weird banging noise, all the times they had cut it a little too close. But now, it’s exhausting.

She wants to be able to hold Rowan’s hand and kiss him without the wariness pooling in her stomach and she knows he feels the same.

“Guys,” she says loudly to the room filled with their friends. Rowan squeezes her hand where they’re hidden beneath a couch pillow. “We have something to tell you all.”

Five pairs of eves pivot to her and she swallows.

“Rowan and I are… dating,” she says slowly, as though she’s unsure of how the words will go down.

There’s a beat of silence before their friends erupt.

“I knew it!”

“I fucking told you they were.”

“Pay up you bastard.”

Lorcan scowls, pulling out his wallet and Aelin blinks. She did not expect this.

“Wait.” Lorcan holds up a hand. “Before I hand over any cash we need details. Dating or in a relationship? How long have you been dating? Who asked who? Who started this? Most importantly; when?”

She looks to Rowan who’s green eyes reflect her own bewilderment.

“Um,” he starts unsurely, “we’re in a relationship.” He punctuates this with another squeeze of her hand and she grins. The feeling of his fingers linked through her own spreads warmth up her arm before settling in her chest. “It started a few weeks ago.”

Her friends are all leaning forwards, still waiting.

“When exactly?” Lysandra asks. “Like what was the date?”

“Well, the first time was the night of Elide’s birthday.”

Fenrys launches himself out of his seat. “I fucking told all of you.” He holds his right hand out starkly in front of him. “Pay up all of you, I was right.”

There are complaints and grumbled protests but Fenrys ends up with a handful of twenties and Elide a couple of notes herself.

“Wait,” Aelin says, brushing a hand across her forehead as if this will somehow clear it up. “You guys bet on us?”

That seems to still the commotion coming from the other side of the room.

It’s Aedion who speaks. “Yeah,” he says in a way that sounds like duh. “You didn’t think you were subtle did you?”

“Kind of,” Rowan says eventually, leaning forwards to brace his elbows on his knees. “We weren’t obvious. And none of you ever seemed to let on.”

“Bro, are you serious?” Aedion laughs as Elide and Lysandra snicker.

“You seriously thought we never knew?” Lysandra sounds as baffled as Aelin feels. “All those texts I sent when I knew he was over? All the mysterious unnamed hook-ups on nights you and Rowan both disappeared together? All the times you’d think you were subtle but your lipstick would be on his neck? We have been waiting for this.”

She’s laughing and Aelin feels a bubble of laughter in her own throat. She can’t believe it. It had seemed to reach a point of obviousness but none of them had ever commented.

“I can’t believe you all knew,” she cries burying her face in her hands as Rowan slings an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in close. “Why did none of you say anything?”

“It was against the rules of the bet,” Fenrys says seriously and Rowan uses his other arm to dig his bicep, his laughter rumbling in his chest beneath her.

She smiles into the fabric of his shirt as the group erupts again, bickering over who knew first and who knew the most. Aelin doesn’t care, it’s gone better than she could have imagined and she has Rowan and her friends and she loves them.

A secret relationship no longer. It feels good.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #thank you again to morgan for reassuring me this fic isn't a pile of shit lmao #secret relationship #rowaelin au #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius

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itsbeaconhillsbaby · 4 years ago

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the way I love you // tom holland x reader

a/n: hello my lovelies! it’s been a little while since I posted something, this piece has fully been kicking my butt but she’s finally here and I hope you like her even if she is a little rough around the edges. as always, love to know what you think. also, I will do an official post regarding rules but from here until I close them my * REQUESTS ARE OPEN * my 10th piece of writing (WHAT) is a requested piece that I'm so excited to share with you guys and the lovely human who requested it, so stay tuned for that but in the meantime, sending all the love, and I hope you're all staying safe out there, please enjoy! x

word count: 2.1K warning: swearing, lil bit of angst if you squint summary: your best friend tom is helping you move in, but you have a secret and it’s been making things difficult. it’s time to fess up.

The rain thumped against the windows, droplets eagerly chasing each other to the bottom. The wind whistled, branches reaching out as the trees shook. Soft wispy curtains were pulled tight to keep the cold, stormy weather locked outside. Yet the sounds of cars speeding through the flooded roads could still be heard from the storeys above. The room was almost bare, the orange glow of the streetlights casting warm shadows upon the wooden floorboards. A couple of unopened cardboard boxes were stacked up against one wall. One section of the room was lowly lit with battery-operated soft, twinkling fairy lights and flickering candles. The floor was decorated with a few cosy blankets and pillows. Half eaten cartons of sushi sat abandoned alongside a takeaway pizza box full of cheesy crusts. A laptop balanced precariously on one of the boxes, movie already playing. “Happy move-in day,” a voice whispers, just grazing past your ear. You lay on your front on the floor, wrapped up in an exceptionally fluffy blanket. Your best friend is sat semi cross-legged with his knees up, arms hooked around them, the pair of you only a breath apart. You turn your head lazily in his direction, unable to hide the grin from your face as he cocks his head, mimicking you with his own cheesy smile - noses almost touching. “Thanks for helping me out. Have I ever told you that you’re my favourite?” “Oh, not nearly enough.” He nudges your side, wiggling his eyebrows dramatically. You laugh, causing his face to soften at your expression before you focus your attention back to the small screen. Tom frowns slightly as you turn away, keeping his eyes on you as he drinks you in slowly. Your hair was almost completely dry from the rainstorm, and had begun curling at the ends and around your hairline, one piece had fallen across your face which he ached to tuck back into place behind your ear. You had a light flush across your cheeks, eyes shining bright as your face slackened, concentrating on the film. He let out a soft sigh before swallowing, dragging his eyes away from you and back to the movie. **** It hadn’t taken long for you and tom to gravitate closer to each other, a chill making its way through the apartment as you were yet to install a new heating system. You were tucked into his side, head resting gently against his shoulder, breaths synchronising. You shifted slightly, yet Tom kept a protective arm around you. A black screen took over the laptop as the credits started rolling. Tom let out a yawn, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he slowly sat up, bringing you with him. “I better go, it’s late and I have a bunch of meetings tomorrow. Plus you still have unpacking to do…” he teases, collecting some of the empty cartons. You nod, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and gathering it around your waist as you hit pause on the laptop. Stretching your body out, you could already feel the twinges in your back from sitting on the hard floor. The sky had darkened considerably, storm worsening behind the curtains, rain lashing down hard. You glance across at tom, watching as he steps foot into the kitchen, tiding up the rubbish into a neat pile. You bite your lip slightly as you give him a once over. His hair was unruly, eager for a styling from Rachel as it attempted to curl against his forehead, and you could see where he’d been running his hands through it all day. You loved how relaxed he looked in your presence, allowing himself to be slightly unkempt and messy. You watched his mouth and eyebrows twitch animatedly as he cleaned up the kitchen, the sleeves of his oversized hoodie rolled up his forearms. Suddenly he looked up, eyes directly locking with yours and your felt your face flush. “Stop staring at me you div,” he teased, as his face breaking out into a grin, eyes creasing at the sides, still locked with yours. “Calm down movie star, you ain’t all that,” you laugh nervously, internally berating yourself for getting caught in a trance as you pick up the rest of the rubbish and join Tom in the kitchen, blanket slouched around your shoulders and trailing behind you. Truth was, something had changed during the last film Tom had been away filming for. Tiny butterflies would dance in your stomach whenever your phone pinged with a new message or silly photo he’d sent you. You brushed it off at first, thinking you were just missing his company. But by the time he got back, you felt nervous and giddy around him and everything was weird. It wasn’t until one day you found yourself waking up with a start as he began to infiltrate your dreams when you realised you were feeling very differently for your best friend than you’d ever felt before. “This place is nice, but I still don’t know why you turned us boys down though? Harrison said he asked before I came back and you said no?” he wondered aloud, miming an arrow through his heart as the pair of you make your way downstairs. You laugh at his antics but wrap the blanket that little bit tighter around yourself, finding the floor of your building suddenly extremely interesting. “Don’t tell me you’re sick of us lot already? We’ve been together too long for you to ditch us all now.” He gives you a little nudge in the arm with his elbow. You took a deep breath, shaking your hair out of your face. “I’ll still be round all the time. I literally live on the other side of the park,” you laugh as he pouts, “Tom, it’s not even 20 minutes away.” “Still doesn’t explain why you won’t move in with us?” You sigh, your frustration building. “Just leave it,” you snap, adding a quieter “please” after a beat. There’s a stifling silence as you both walk down the concrete staircase, you twist the mechanical lock on the front door and wait for the buzz as it clicks and opens up to the world outside.

Tom whistles at the torrential storm as he steps outside, trees were bending over, leaves billowing in the wind. The steps up to the building were gathering puddles of water and you could already see the road ahead was beginning to flood.

“Oh my god.”

The pair of you quickly throw the trash into the bin that was sitting at the bottom of some basement level steps.

“Listen, but I only ask because...it’s just, you’ve been a bit off since I came back from Atlanta. if it wasn’t for Harrison telling me he couldn’t make it today, you wouldn’t have even asked me to help you move in? What’s up with that?” he asks, standing behind you, shielding you from as much of the rain as he could.

“I just thought you’d be busy, y’know. What with being away for so long.”

“And? It’s not like that’s ever stopped you before. Seriously though, did I do something wrong? Did the boys? Because you can tell me.”

“Tom it’s nothing. Seriously, quit it.” Avoiding his stare, you shake your head and turn on your heel in an attempt to push the door back open but it stays firmly shut. You twist the handle multiple times as it jangles in response, remaining firmly locked. You freeze in immediate panic, feeling your pockets for your keys which were still sitting on your kitchen counter.

“Oh my god, no. No fucking way.”

“What? What is it?” He reaches a hand over your shoulder and gives the door a shove, “Is it stuck?”

“No tom, it’s locked! The wind must’ve closed it! I’ve left my apartment open and the keys are on the kitch – fuck! I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey it’s fine. Calm down. Hey, maybe if you lived with us we wouldn’t be having this problem…” he joked, pulling off his hoodie as thunder rumbled in the distance, the rain bouncing down onto the two of you.

“Now is really not the time Tom!” You exclaim, feeling your heart-rate spike, anxious about being locked out on your very first day living alone.

“Would you calm down, we’ll sort it. Your doors just unlocked, it’s not like you left it wide open.”

“If you hadn’t been asking so many stupid questions, I wouldn’t have forgotten my keys in the first place!”

“Really?! You’re blaming me for caring about you? Alright listen, I just wanted to know what’s going on with you. I know you, and I know when something’s wrong! Why won't you just tell me?!”

“Oh my god, fine! You want to know so badly? It’s you, okay!” You shout, whirling around now standing chest to chest, you could feel your eyes burning with the tears you were fighting back, “You’re the reason I can’t move in with you guys! Because I hoped that this feeling would go away. If I avoided you it would go away and things would be normal and nothing would change. But that’s not the case!” You gulped in a breath, refusing to look into the deep brown eyes that were staring at you, so wide and confused, “That’s not the case, because every time I’m with you I feel like my heart is going to beat straight out of my chest. I get these stupid knots in my stomach whenever you so much as send me a fucking text. Sitting together in there side by side, alone together, casually watching a film and all I can think about is god, I wish he’d just kiss me! I don’t want to fall in love with you because this,” you gesture between the two of you, “what we are, it’ll all be gone and I’ll have ruined everything. And I can’t Tom. I can’t deal with that. So, there you go. I’m in love with you, and I hate myself for it. So, what? Are you happy now?! Does that clear everything up for you!”

Tom froze.

Your chest heaves, the tears that you let fall mixing in with the rain, leaving you sniffling. You push your soaking wet hair out of your face, roughly wiping your cheeks as you turn and hit the buzzer for the apartment block, banging your fist on the main door.

“C’mon!”

Tom stood silently, still frozen outside your apartment entrance, the rain so heavy it was bouncing off of his clothes. His curls were flattened, droplets dripping from his hair, his nose, his eyelashes. his t-shirt was already drenched by the rain, fabric clinging to his frame. He blinks, once, twice then once more, his jaw unclenching.

He reaches forwards, fingertips lightly caressing your hand, his featherlight touch pulsating through your entire body.

You tear your hand away from him, a gasp letting loose, “Don’t.”

He perseveres, pulling you round, more forcefully this time until you are nose to nose again.

Your body shivers in the cold, wet air as you stare at the ground. Tom’s firm grip around your wrists.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice soft and gentle.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head as you exhale breathily.

He lets go of you, your hands curled into small fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms.

One hand lifts your chin to his level, his thumb softly collecting the mixture of tears and rain from beneath your eyes and brushing them away.

“I wish you’d just told me. It would’ve saved you all this hurt.”

His left hand comes up and tucks the soaking wet pieces of hair that has been whipping around your face in the wind gently behind your ear. Stroking the stray strands.

Your teary, glistening eyes connect with his. They were alive with such care and concern. Before you knew it, that feeling was back in the pit of your stomach, pulling and twisting in knots as you stared into the eyes of the boy you loved.

You blinked, eyelashes fluttering when all of a sudden, the hand that had brushed your tears away cradles the side of your head, bringing your faces together, the other hand lightly fluttering to your waist, pulling you in closer.

The rain continued to fall, the two of you completely oblivious as your lips brush, foreheads pressed together. It’s soft and slow, almost uncertain at first before immediately intensifying, the two of you pushing your bodies against each other. You take a breath as he strokes your cheek and your lips with his thumb, pulling you back in for another gentle kiss with a hand to the back of your head, tangling in your soaking hair as he presses your faces closer together.

The pair of you pull away, both your chests heaving as you exhale.

“Why did you do that?” you ask, voice raspy.

“Because. that’s the way I love you. Not just as a friend. And for years, I sat on it, too scared to ruin what we have.” You shake your head, as a couple of bubbles of laughter spill from your lips. Tom’s face brightens up quickly, those little creases that you loved so much appearing at the outward corners of his eyes as he whispered, “C’mere. I got you.”

He pulled you in, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist, his body cold under your hands. You could hear and feel his heartbeat, still in perfect time with your own. He tucked his chin so it was resting atop your head. His arm hadn’t moved, still cradling the back of your head, pressing you ever so carefully into his chest, the two of you just resting in each others embrace as the rain eased up slightly around you.

There was a beat, as you both relaxed into each other.

“So, I'm glad we solved one problem, but you do know we’re still locked out, right?” Tom says as the pair of you burst out laughing.

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagines #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom x reader #friends to lovers #lisa writes #this has taken me a ridiculously long time and gone through 12483 rewrites istg but I really hope you guys like it #I always get so nervous posting my work AHH

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cheesy09 · 3 years ago

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[CN] Kiro’s Bits and Pieces Date

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of google translate :>]

───※ ·❆· ※───[Sec.1]───※ ·❆· ※───

In the morning when the sun shone, I sat on the sofa in a dignified manner, reading a novel.

Stiffly turning the page, I stole a glance at Kiro standing opposite me--

He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head solemnly, holding a camera that was aimed at me.

Kiro: Miss Chips, please act more naturally.

I chuckled and straightened my back again.

MC: ......Isn’t it natural for me to look like this now?

He stopped recording, walked in front of me, and pointed at the playback screen.

Kiro: Seeing your upright posture, those who didn’t know any better would think you were in military training.

Kiro: We’re shooting a Vlog. Don’t force it in front of the camera, just be casual~

MC: But I don’t know what to do in front of the camera......

MC: I think other people’s Vlogs seem to have content layout, such as evaluating cosmetics.

Kiro: That makes sense... Then what should we shoot today?

Saying that, he held his chin and thought about it seriously.

We were shooting a Vlog on the morning of the weekend. The reason for that being that Kiro had a nightmare half an hour ago.

[Flashback]

I was watching a Vlog with my headphones on.

Kiro had written a song late last night, so after breakfast, he fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.

Hearing a faint humming sound, I took off the headphones, searching for the source, and found Kiro with his eyes shut tightly. His expression seemed like he was in pain.

Was it a nightmare? I patted his arm to calm him down, but he struggled to get up.

The violent start seemed to make him dizzy for a moment, and he leaned back with the force of the inertia--

I quickly grabbed his wrist, and he opened one eye in confusion.

His lips were parted, and his breathing was slightly rapid. Transparent droplets of tears gradually appeared in his clear eyes, and his messy hair curled up in disobedience.

MC: What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?

He looked at me blankly and blinked twice, as if confirming whether he was still in the dream.

After a short pause, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, bringing with it some soft cloying nasal sounds in his voice.

Kiro: Turns out it was just a nightmare. That’s great!

MC: What did you dream about?

Kiro: I dreamed that a group of ice-creams were asking for help...

Kiro: They said-- Save us! We’re going to freeze to death in the refrigerator!

Kiro: I quickly released them, but they immediately turned into ice-cream monsters who wanted to take you away!

Kiro: Of course, I didn’t let that happen! They said, as long as I could eat a gigantic ice-cream in one bite, they’d immediately let you go.

Kiro: But...

Kiro curled his lips with a serious, yet pitiful expression.

Kiro: That ice-cream was too huge. I tried my best to open my mouth wide in my dream. I tried several times, but ended up failing...

MC: Pfft-- Obviously, you just wanted to eat ice-cream, right?

MC: I bought ice-cream last week, and I had to protect your throat and keep you from eating it.

MC: I remember you drooled several times that day.

Kiro: Did I? I didn’t even notice that....

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Kiro: But I remember you dancing while eating ice-cream to piss me off that day.

MC: Liar. When did I dance?

Kiro: You obviously danced. The kind of shoulder dance that uses the body to express deliciousness.

MC: I didn’t do any.....

Kiro: Huh? You’re not admitting it, are you?

Kiro: It would be nice if there was surveillance at home. I really want a playback screen so I could show you.

He murmured his dissatisfaction.

MC: If that’s the case, why don’t you just record our lives in the future so that you can “check for evidence” next time?

It was just a causal joke. After I finished speaking, I picked up my phone and continued watching the Vlog.

Kiro leaned his head in front of my screen and slapped his thigh with a sudden realization.

Kiro: That’s it!

Kiro: Why don’t we shoot some Vlogs every now and then? It’s not for “confirmation,” but to record our lives.

Before I could answer, he raised his arms in self-identification and nodded repeatedly.

Kiro: This way, when I want to see MC’s dance again, I could just pull it out and enjoy it anytime and anywhere~

[End of Flashback]

───※ ·❆· ※───[Sec.2]───※ ·❆· ※───

So that’s how we ended up here.

Kiro pulled out two sets of clothes from the closet, and handed me the rabbit styled set. He left himself one with a bear style.

We had bought those clothes some time ago. After washing them, we had put them away and never took them out again.

Kiro: I thought about it. Let’s shoot an OOTD!

MC: What’s an OOTD?

Kiro: Just sharing what we wear today.

Seeing his energetic appearance, I couldn’t help but become interested. So I got ready to change my clothes.

Kiro: Wait a minute! Since we’re sharing outfits, we must refuse monotonous collocations.

He got behind me and gently pushed me to the cloakroom.

Kiro: Let’s choose some jewelry~

MC: [grinning] If you want to add accessories, wouldn’t it be more interesting to choose for each other?

Kiro gave me a thumbs up.

Kiro: As expected of Miss Producer!

He picked up a twisted hair band, straightened out the loose ends of hair near my ear, and put the band through the end of my hair.

Through the mirror, I saw his fingers twist flexibly. In a few flicks, a pair of rabbit ears were formed on the top on my head.

Kiro: Alright, little bunny.

I happily touched my “rabbit ears” and turned my eyes to the jewelry box.

I picked up a shiny bear ring and put it on Kiro’s hand.

MC: Alright, little bear.

Kiro: The bear ring matches the bear suit. You can’t go wrong with the same style.

MC: But why do I feel like something’s missing?

Looking over at Kiro, my eyes stayed glued to his golden hair.

With a move in my heart, I pulled out a few colorful hairpins from the jewelry box.

With a clear look, Kiro lowered his head, and allowed me to pin them up between his bangs.

MC: The match is complete~ You can now change your clothes.

As soon as the camera turned on, Kiro immediately assumed the role of a Vlogger.

He started to explain things without a pause, and I was amazed by the professionalism in his words.

Kiro: Welcome to Miss Chips and Kiro’s channel~

Kiro: Today, we got two sets from the bottom of the pressure box-- Ones that ended up way down! We haven’t worn them even once.

Kiro: Blingbling’s little bear ring has a hunch that it will become a hot item this year!

Kiro: ....In short, if you like our video, remember to leave a like, comment and subscribe~

I stood amazed at the sidelines, and even wondered if had applied for any professional training courses for this.

The more he recorded, the more energetic he became. He introduced everything; from quality to cost-effectiveness, and I was gradually taken by him to find the pleasure of Vlogging.

We found more interesting costumes and tried many weird combinations.

Cool farming outfits, aerospace flying outfits, hot winter outfits, summer sweatshirts... After two hours of spoofing, our inspiration dried up.

For comfort’s sake, we decided to change back into our original home-wear.

Kiro: Let’s try eating and broadcasting next!

Kiro: But we just ate breakfast, and haven’t fully digested it yet. Can we eat some fruit or something?

He looked over tentatively, his eyes filled with unfulfilled expectations, and I quickly nodded.

MC: Okay~

───※ ·❆· ※───[Sec.3]───※ ·❆· ※───

Kiro and I opened the refrigerator together, and our eyes fell on the big bag of mulberries that Savin had given to Kiro some time ago.

Kiro: But... Isn’t it a bit silly to eat only mulberries?

I imagined us awkwardly sitting and eating the mulberries and nodded.

Countless food and broadcast content flashed through my mind, and I suddenly had an idea.

MC: Then let’s enrich the content of eating and broadcasting! Not just film ourselves “eating.”

MC: Instead, we’ll start with processing the ingredients. Like... making jam!

Following the tutorial, we quickly made a pot of jam.

The midday temperature enveloped the sweet scent of the jam and swept through every inch of the living room.

The crimson jam bubbled in the saucepan--

Kiro: My goodness, this method of extracting mulberry is too neat and tidy, right?

Kiro: What? Chef, does the amount of sugar you put in depend entirely on your feelings?

Kiro: Wow, wow, wow, look at the strength of this jam...

MC: [angry and red-faced] Kiro!

Before he got out any more exaggerated compliments, I interrupted him with a blush.

Seeing my embarrassment in front of the camera, he made a “zipper” motion with his hand over his mouth.

He kept the camera on a stand, picked up the bread, as if doing a mime, and spread the freshly made jam.

Kiro: Hmm~ Mmm~

He winked at the camera, replacing his words with a flamboyant expression.

I watched him, angry and amused, as he took out the jelly and cheese from the refrigerator... and tried everything that went with the jam.

After a while, he stared intently at the refrigerator, as if wondering what other foods to try.

Finally, his figure moved slightly, and he raised his hand to reach for the green container....

MC: Stop it! I know you like it!

His tongue and teeth were stained with jam-berry color, and even his lips were stained crimson.

Although I only had a few bites while making the jam, judging from his expression, my mouth was probably not spared either.

We hurriedly covered our mouths at the same time, trying to preserve a trace of our image in front of each other.

MC: Erase the image from your mind from just now!

Kiro: Have you ever heard of that saying? The more you try to forget something, the deeper your impression of it will be...

Thinking that image of my purple mouth might forever live in his memory, the roots of my ears grew hot.

MC: Th-then go brush your teeth!

In front of the bathroom mirror, I stood side by side with Kiro.

I avoided his gaze and carefully scrubbed the color from my teeth.

Kiro didn’t seem to care about my embarrassment. He calmly rinsed his mouth and hummed a nursery rhyme with his toothbrush in his hand.

Kiro: [singing] Children, please note that you must work hard when brushing teeth. There was a layer of mud on his mouth, and he had to brush it down.

MC: Pfft--

I couldn’t help but feel amused by his jumbled lyrics, and that feeling of embarrassment disappeared.

He smiled, and the familiar breath suddenly enveloped the surrounding air.

I stared blankly at Kiro who was slightly leaning over, his arms in a half circle around me, holding me.

He lowered his head, the temperature of his cheek close to my forehead, and looked at my lips intently.

A pool of silk filled his deep blue eyes, and his warm breath spread evenly on the tip of my nose.

MC: [blushing] .....?

A small spark suddenly exploded in the gap in my heart, and the throbbing of my heart gradually grew louder.

I subconsciously retracted my body, but he gently pressed one hand on the top of my head.

Kiro: Don’t move.

With the other hand stroking my lips, his soft and warm finger pads rubbed my cheeks, and the tingling sensation made me bat one eye frequently.

Kiro: You got toothpaste foam on your cheeks, silly little bunny.

───※ ·❆· ※───[Sec.4]───※ ·❆· ※───

The camera has been rolling for a day, and the battery was finally almost exhausted by evening.

Kiro intended to edit out the Vlog while iron was hot, and I was responsible for tidying up the messy state of the house.

Kiro: MC, do you wanna eat iced watermelon?

Kiro’s voice came from the kitchen, and I responded loudly, holding a bunch of clothes. I passed in front of his unfolded laptop.

After scanning the screen, I saw a system dialog box pop up on Kiro’s Weibo homepage.

MC: ?

MC: “Video uploaded successfully”??

My eyelids twitched heavily. Kiro didn’t go and upload our Vlog, did he???

MC: KIRO!

I yelled with a fright, and he hurried over from the kitchen.

Kiro: What happened?

MC: Ha-have you uploaded our Vlog?

He blinked innocently.

Kiro: Yup.

MC: !!

My eyes widened and my lips quivered slightly. I had no idea what to say for a while.

He suddenly bent his bright smiling eyes and pulled me to sit in front of the computer.

Kiro: Don’t worry. Just click on it and have a look.

I clicked on the video with trembling fingertips, and fluffy golden retriever came into view-- the unsuspecting Apple Box was busy gnawing at the grass on the ground.

MC: Huh? Apple Box?

MC: Didn’t you say you uploaded our Vlog?

He blinked at me, and a look of success flashed across his eyes.

He moved his wrist at random and clicked a few time on the dialogue box with the mouse.

A page of code was spread on the screen. He deleted one of the codes, and then typed in a new code neatly in the blank space.

Kiro: Now try and press Enter.

I didn’t know why I did it, but the Apple Box running on the screen stopped the instant I pressed the Enter key.

The screen changed in one second, and a beautiful video cover appeared in front of my eyes--

It was our Vlog.

Kiro: I’ll send this code to your phone. So in the future, whenever you want to watch this Vlog, you can log onto my Weibo page and enter this line of code on the homepage of this video.

Kiro: This way, even if you change your phone, you can view this video anytime, anywhere~

MC: Actually, it doesn’t matter if you don’t upload it......

Kiro: How does that work?

Kiro: Everything I do with you must be completed to the end.

There was a look of complacency on his face, and the soft light in his eyes swayed.

Kiro: You know, while I was editing the film, I found something very interesting.

He fast-forwarded the Vlog for a few minutes. In the picture, Kiro was acting as an astronaut outside the cabin, and I showed half of my face and acted as the host.

Kiro: You see, this was a section taken in Selfie mode when you held the camera in hand.

Kiro: Obviously you’re also in the picture, but the focus of your shooting is all me.

Kiro: And when I hold the camera....

He dragged the progress bar to another segment-- I was standing in front of the closet, seriously thinking about how to “beat” his outfit.

He deliberately used words to “provoke” me from one corner of the camera. In the process, I didn’t say a word, but the center of the camera was always pointed at me....

It even zoomed in from time to time, to zoom in on my movements and expressions.

“But I remember you dancing while eating ice-cream to piss me off...”

Kiro’s words in the morning suddenly sounded in my mind. I was taken aback for a moment, and slowly curled my lips.

Just like how we zoomed in on each other’s profile when recording our Vlog, in life, our eyes were the cameras that focused on each other.

Our every move would be infinitely magnified in each other’s eyes, and become the most conspicuous and important existence.

We were the first to be aware of each other’s changes and states, and even small emotional fluctuations could be sensitively captured.

The corners of my lips continued to rise uncontrollably. I just wanted to take up his arm and tell him how I felt, but a text message prompt sounded from his mobile phone.

He took out his mobile phone, glanced at the screen, and hurriedly walked outside the house.

MC: Where are you going?

Kiro: To take the courier.

He squatted down to change his shoes while answering my questions.

Kiro: Didn’t you run out of facial cleanser? I ordered one online the day before yesterday.

There was a burst of warmth in my heart, and I deliberately asked him in a soft voice.

MC: How did you know I ran out of it?

Kiro: I saw you squeezing out your facial cleanser with gritted teeth the day before yesterday, so I figured you were almost out of it.

MC: ?

MC: When did I grit my teeth?

He stood up, looking at me with a shocked and speechless expression.

Kiro: Not admitting it again?

Kiro: It seems that I’m gonna have to install a monitor at home in the future.

He mumbled and walked out of the house. It seemed that he was really “agitated” by my righteousness, and even forgot to close the door.

Light poured all over the yard, and the sweet fragrance of flowers and plants passed by in circles in the air.

I watched Kiro’s back gradually disappear in the depths of an alley, and my heart was filled with contentment and steadfast emotions.

MC: By the way, didn’t he want to the eat the iced watermelon?

MC: Then I’ll cut it up and put it on a plate for him in advance.

So that when he enters the house, he’ll be able to take the sweetest bite.

───※ ·❆· ※───[END]───※ ·❆· ※───

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dumbikawa · 3 years ago

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Being Stressed About Exams & HQ Boys Comforting You

GN!Reader | Comfort/Fluff | Warnings: stressed reader

Characters: Atsumu, Oikawa

A/n: This is extremely self-indulgent as school has been kicking my butt and the future post-graduation is very terrifying lol

ATSUMU

You stare at the computer in front of you, the text you’re supposed to read for class beginning to swim together as your eyes fill with tears. Everything is happening too fast and you feel completely unprepared to take any of it on. What if you spent all of this time and money on schooling only to fail so close to the end? What if you finally do finish, but then can’t find a job in your field? Should you have studied something else? The questions become more exhausting and constant the closer it gets to exams.

Small droplets roll off your cheeks and begin to pool on your keyboard. You haphazardly wipe them away before powering off the computer and tucking it back in your bag. Out of sight, out of mind, you figure. It’s not like there’s any use in trying to finish it tonight when you can already feel another wave of stress induced tears coming on. Those have also become a regular thing.

You click the volume button on your phone so that the sounds of music fill the room before leaning back in the desk chair, testing the limits of how far you can recline before gravity takes over. Atsumu had made this study playlist for you when he first noticed how stressed you were. It contained a mixture of your favorite songs, his favorite songs, and a few ‘motivational’ songs he pulled from his work-out playlists. It was a bit of a weird Frankenstein mash up with the large variety of genres, but it quickly became one of your studying must haves.

Over the sound of the music, you couldn’t hear the shower click off and the door to the bathroom swinging open. When Atsumu steps out, he sees you sitting where he’d left you, although, in a more dangerous position than you’d been in before as he notices the way the desk char teeters back and forth. His attention is quickly caught by the music choice, though, recognizing one of the songs playing as a favorite of his he added to the playlist he made for you a couple weeks ago. A smile breaks through his face as he hurriedly jumps into a pair of sweatpants before approaching your quiet figure.

As he comes up behind you, though, he notices a slight glisten upon your cheeks and a few fresh tears that tumble from your closed eyes. His upturned lips quickly sink as worry floods through him. Exams had been taking a toll on you, it wasn’t hard to tell, but he would never get used to seeing you cry.

“Baby,” he whispers, gently wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “What can I do for ya? Food? Cuddles? Cry it out?” You nod, resting the chair back on the ground and practically launching yourself into his arms.

Atsumu catches you with ease, his strong arms holding you against his chest. His hand rubs up and down your spine, sending shivers racing down you back, but there's no ulterior motive to his gentle touches. He continues the soft touches as he guides you to the bed, only letting you go for a second before allowing you to bury yourself in his side again.

“What if I can’t do it?” you whisper, trailing your fingers across Atsumu's toned chest. “I’ve studied for so long, but what if it doesn’t work out? What if--What if I don’t actually know anything and I crash and burn and--”

Atsumu shushes you gently, placing a few comforting kisses to your forehead. He notices your breathing beginning to grow heavier as your anxiety takes over. There's a few moments of silence as you try to match your breathing to his, the two of you taking slow, deep breaths in sync.

“The future might be unsure and stressful, but I know you’re going to do your best and make it work. All you can do is continue to work towards your goals and handle everything as it comes. Not to mention, I’m always going to be here to remind you of how strong you are even if you don’t see it.”

A new wave of tears begins as his words echo through your ears. You bury your face in his chest as your arms wrap around his waist in an attempt to pull yourself as close to him as you physically can be. Somehow he knew exactly what you needed to hear and a part of you wonders if he’s ever repeated those sentiments to himself when things felt unsure.

He continues to whisper reassurances as you fully relax against him, your tears finally beginning to dry up. You lift your head and offer him a weak smile.

“Thanks for letting me cry on your abs,” you sniffle, allowing yourself to truly laugh.

Atsumu feels lighter as he watches you smile and joke, hopefully being able to forget about the more stressful parts of life for a while as he holds you close. There’s been countless times where you eased his worries about the future, so he’s just happy that he can return the favor and create a safe space where you’re allowed to simply be.

OIKAWA

The cup in your hand is warm and comforting as you trudge towards your bedroom, a sense of dread washing over you as soon as your eyes land upon the laptop you left sitting open on the bed. With finals coming up, you thought it would be a good idea to transfer the notes you had written down during lectures onto your computer, figuring it would make them easier to access and that the process of going back through the information would be a good way to ensure you remember the material.

What you didn’t realize, however, is how absolutely time consuming and exhausting it was going to be. Your neck hurts from constantly looking back and forth between the paper and computer screen, your back hurts because somewhere along the way you abandoned any semblance of healthy posture and decided to go full cave gremlin in the way you hunched over your work, and instead of absorbing the information for a second time it seemed as if your brain had completely abandoned you and gone on autopilot. Shoving the computer off the bed and taking a nap feels like the best course of action right now, but you know if you stop now there’s no way you’re going to want to finish later.

Begrudgingly, you settle back onto the bed and take a large swig of coffee before stretching your fingers and placing them back on the keyboard. It couldn’t take that much longer right? All you have to do is push through and get it done.

And, for the next few hours, that’s what you do. You jump back in where you left off and race through the next few, gruelingly long chapters. The daylight outside quickly dwindles away until you’re forced to turn on the bedside lamp when you realize the sun has sunk far below the horizon and is beginning to cast bizarre shadows around the room. It was no bother, though, because you’re so close to being done. The issue is that neither your brain nor your body could keep up anymore.

Your fingers keep hitting the wrong keys, typing made up words that have you constantly backspacing and starting sentences over again for a third of even a fourth time. The breaking point comes when you go to take a sip of your now cold coffee and look back at the screen after attempting to type an entire paragraph from your notes in one go. Little did you know your finger placement was off, yet again, and the entire paragraph is an unreadable mess that even spell check doesn’t want to touch.

The tears that sting your eyes make you feel stupid. It was entirely too dumb to cry over something as superficial as misspellings that could be easily fixed and cold coffee. But once the tears start they won’t stop. Suddenly, you’re not crying over the notes or even school work in general. You’re crying about the crushing weight of change that's soon to come once you finish with classes and how impossible everything has begun to feel.

You’re too exhausted to focus on anything anymore, letting the hot tears run down your cheeks freely, which is why you don’t hear the rushed footsteps of your boyfriend who could hear your hiccuping breaths from down the hall.

He doesn’t say anything when he sees you curled up on the bed, your face buried in your arms. Oikawa sits on the ground closest to you and lays his head near yours as he begins to run his slender fingers through your hair. It doesn't take a psychic to tell you've been stressed with the quickly approaching exams, and from the collection of notes littered all around to the half closed computer the dots practically connect themselves.

The slight dip on the bed near your head alerts you to his presence, but you don't move. His hands guiding themselves over your scalp is quick to relax your body, but your mind feels like it's about to burst any moment as the thoughts continue to race.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers against your temple, planting soft kisses after every word, “and you deserve to take a break. Remember when you used to have to tell me that all the time?" The feeling of his quiet laughter against your skin makes you smile, along with the memories of simpler times before either of you had barely begun to grasp how harsh the world could be.

"I picked up dinner for us, it was an apology for coming home late," he admits, kissing the top of your head. "But let's go heat it up and you can either tell me everything you're worried about or we can try to forget all about it for now and watch a movie. I'd really like it if you talked about it eventually, though. I know I'm not going to be able to fix it all, but that doesn't mean I can't try."

You turn your head to the side, exposing your tear stained cheeks that are quickly wiped away by Oikawa's calloused thumbs.

"I will," you say, voice heavy. "For now could you just hold me?" There isn't a second of hesitation as Oikawa slips his arms beneath your figure and presses you tightly against him.

"Movie it is," he announces, laying you on the couch with the remotes so that you could put on whatever you want. Your brain would never stop the constant anxious thoughts, but losing yourself in those chocolate brown eyes made it easy to imagine a future where it all works out somehow. Little do you know, Oikawa sees the same thing reflected in your eyes as he wonders about the right time, perhaps a couple years from now when you've both settled down in your careers, when he can finally buy that ring he's been looking at.

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plainlo-inthemorning · 3 years ago

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A little written-in-the-middle-of-the-night Loki fic snippet that just grew another leg. TVA Loki + Lokane. Rating T.

(First part is here)

Shine a Light, part II

The tempad feels hot and slippery in his palm as he stalks down the hallway, quickly putting distance between himself and the hunter he left unconscious amidst overturned chairs and tables in the canteen.

The mess had already been there, leftovers from workers rushing panicked to man their stations. He had simply added one more touch.

Tiny droplets of sweat bead his brow and blood has started seeping though the tear in his crumbled shirt.

The fabric is clinging wetly to his bicep, but in the mayhem unfolding around him, nobody gives him a second glance.

For the first time, he is thankful at least to be wearing the anonymous uniform dictated by the oppressors.

He reaches the kill me kind of room again and shuts the door behind him.

You were meant to cause suffering and death.

You’re a cosmic mistake.

You were meant to die at the hands of the mad titan.

Lies.

All lies.

Still projected on the wall is the paused image of a lost memory of his unfulfilled fate.

He sees himself, Thor and her on the barren planet with the black soil. The man he never became is lying on the ground, Thor cradling him.

She watches them both in shock.

It resonates in his bones. He has to go there.

He has to reach his brother at this precise, excruciatingly rare moment of heroism. His act of heroism.

Before the scheming and deceit poison their bond once more in an endless loop of disappointment.

In this moment, all is forgiven. Thor will listen and help. A different path will branch.

And he has to go to her.

It is ludicrous, this riddle, yet the truth of it presses hard on his chest.

On the grainy roll of film, he saved her life and her eyes bore into his with such intensity, his acute need still reverberates like an echo between the walls of the kill me kind of room.

The smell of lilacs lingers.

What will happen when he faces his own self on the timeline, he can’t imagine. Also, he gives it little thought at this late stage with universal logic already suspended as it is. Hopefully he can reason with the man he was meant to be.

He has had quite enough of being his own past, present and future selves’ worst enemy.

And so he pushes the buttons on the tempad.

Something is very wrong.

The sky is too blue, the distant sound of waves lapping calmly at a shore is misplaced.

He has emerged from the door onto a quiet gravel road lined with tall grass and low pines. A single, white wooden house stands to his left, surrounded by a lawn dotted with wildflowers. The sun is warm on his back.

This is Midgard, he is sure of it.

How could he shoot past his destination so spectacularly?

He is about to scroll down the list of numbers and names on the tiny screen of the tempad when he notices a man approaching. Old, walking leisurely with a round, short-legged dog much the same white color as the mortal’s own wispy hair.

The latter starts a little when he spots Loki.

And then he does the most unexpected thing and speaks his name.

Loki’s name.

He almost drops the tempad (no! Not again) and the old one grins good-naturedly. “Hold on to your fancy phone there. Far away, were we?”

Loki only just about stops himself from shaking the man by his shoulders. His fists clench uncontrollably.

“What year is this?! How do you know my name?”

His voice sounds shrill, feverish, and unsurprisingly the eyes in the lined face before him go wide with puzzlement and … something else.

“Loki, what on Earth? Are you quite alright?”

Shock washing over him, Loki staggers back. H-how?

But the man is closing the gap between them, oozing concern. “Have you - are you drunk?” he asks incredulously.

He reaches out.

What is happening?

Loki shies away from the touch, his mind spinning.

Forcibly gathering his composure, he straightens and wills his words to come out steady. “No, I’m okay. Apologies. A bad joke”.

He smiles reassuringly. It takes more effort than parting an ocean.

The dog is sniffing insistently at his ankles.

The man looks him over with suspicion but the worry is subsiding. “Okay, then… no harm, no foul. You know, sometimes these peculiar ‘jokes’ of yours can make a neighbor all kinds of slightly worried”.

Neighbor?

“Most understandably, won’t happen again. Sorry to have bothered you”. Loki cuts him off smoothly. “Have a nice day”. He nods and turns before hysteria can creep into his voice.

“In case you need it for your punchline, the year is 2016”, the man calls over his shoulder as he shuffles away, pulling the reluctant dog after him.

Loki’s blood runs cold. 2016. Oh, this is so wrong. Three years wrong.

Did he hit another button at the last minute? He had been clutching the tempad so hard the edges cut into his fingers.

He curses his own impatience. Tech savvy indeed.

Holding up the blasted piece of TVA wizardry, he tries to enter a new series of numbers when his name rings out again.

And again, he almost jumps. But this time, his heart stays in his throat.

“Loki? What are you doing out here? I’ve been looking all over for you”.

Her voice reaches him from the porch of the white house. She is skipping lightly down the steps, the screen doors left open behind her. Music drifts into the garden from somewhere inside.

She is crossing the lawn. He is no longer breathing.

Her long auburn hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she is wearing a light blue summer dress. Her feet are bare.

Absurdly, he notes that she looks more tanned than the last time he saw her through the visor of the destroyer in the desert. A year and a lifetime ago. To him.

His grip on whatever reality he’s been clinging to since New York is seriously faltering.

She is beaming. He cannot move a muscle.

She comes all the way up to him and without pause wraps her slender arms around his neck. He can feel the warmth of her body through his shirt, smell the perfume of her skin. She smells of … -

“Where did you go, handsome?” She smiles playfully.

“Pepper called earlier to say that she actually got Tony out of the door on time, if you can believe it, so they’ll be here any minute. And her and I agreed that you two hotheads are going to play nice tonight, okay?”

She is teasing him but he hardly understands the words she’s saying. It makes no sense.

And then, before he can begin to form a response, she stands on tiptoes and kisses him and the world falls away.

Reflexively, he puts his arms around her, drawing her close to him. She moans happily. He leans into the kiss, not knowing what he’s doing other than that he never wants to stop.

Her mouth is soft and warm and new and familiar all at the same time, and the way her fingers curl in his hair sends electricity shooting down his spine.

It should be all anguish and tragic confusion, like before in the castle beyond time, but it is not.

It feels more right that anything he can remember since before his fall from the Bifrost, more real and yet more magical than his recent journeys into mystery.

Then it’s over all too soon and she draws away.

His arms are suddenly much too empty and he almost reaches for her again, craving her touch.

For a fleeting heartbeat, his soul had no longer felt torn apart to the point of forgetting he’d ever been whole.

The chaos had crumbled in on itself like a bad dream.

He is surprised he still knows what peace of mind feels like after what has happened to him since arriving at the TVA.

But now she looks at him with alarm in those beautiful brown eyes and he is crudely reminded that he is an intruder in her reality.

What she thought she saw, she clearly no longer recognizes.

It takes him all of three stupidly long seconds to remember that she said his name. That he’s wearing his own face and not a disguise.

That she knew him immediately, just like the old man.

She kissed him.

Too many impossible possibilities and the thunderous sound of his own heartbeat (surely she can hear it too) blur his vision.

He’s only vaguely aware that he is stepping towards her, trying to say something without the faintest idea of what’s going to come out of his mouth.

If it’ll even be words.

Her eyes dart over his clothes, his face.

“Loki, what - Why are you dressed like that? Have you been gone? Is that … blood?”

She retreats further, fear building.

“Jane, I-“

Her name rolls of his tongue with a sweet-tasting intimacy like he has said it a thousand times before.

But he doesn’t get to dwell on this, nor gather his thoughts to say anything else before something abruptly lifts him off the ground and hurls his body across the road.

“How dare you touch her, beast?!”

Immediately as his back connects with the rough gravel, someone is there, a knee pushing him down, fingers closing around his throat. A sharp object presses against his chin.

There is a dangerous, unhinged growl as his attacker breathes hotly in his ear. “You will die for this!”

The man is strong and somehow blocking Loki’s own magic, but he still manages to twist his head -

And looks right up into his own eyes, nearly black with rage.

“Speak! What are you??”

The man with a face exactly like his presses the tip of his blade closer to Loki’s left eye. “You will show yourself right now or -“

Gathering his magic tightly around him (focus!), Loki pushes back, hard.

With a surge of energy, their bodies are separated, and the other version of him lands heavily in the middle of the road some meters away.

Both of them are on their feet with the fluid movements of two panthers ready to pounce, the other now in full armor.

He has to leave, right now, even if means leaving her which is a catastrophe that might either kill him or make him try to kill his other self if he stays here another minute.

This timeline is clearly not his own.

It cannot be.

Arm outstretched to ward off his furious twin with a shield of magic, he tries to work the tempad with one hand.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

A booming voice above their heads.

“You know, when Jane pressed the panic button just now, I thought we had an actual emergency. Not that you were preparing a little dinner show for us, Reindeer Games. Gotta be honest though, this doppelgänger stunt was never my favorite -“

“Stark!”

The variant - for he must be a variant - angrily interrupts the man in the metal suit hovering in the air.

Of course, Loki remembers him all too clearly.

What has it been, less than a week since he threw him, or a version of him, out the window of the glass tower?

“This is not my creation”, the variant hisses with venom dripping from every word. “I caught him assaulting Jane. Kissing her”.

“What?!”

Stark focuses all his attention (and one of his iron fists) on Loki. A metallic humming rises steadily from inside the suit.

“A man on a suicide mission then. Boy, did you smooch the wrong wizard’s baby-mama. He may look all domesticated and cute now, but I assure you he’s still all kinds of crazy. In fact-”.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“I know it’s asking a lot, of you in particular, Stark, but could we possibly save the personal insults till we have dealt with this right here?”

Wait, just wait.

Damn it, he can’t tap in the destination on the tempad without looking at it.

Green smoke is swirling around the hands of his other self. He knows what’s coming.

“This is your last warning, devil! I will not have you hiding behind my face as I -“

“This is my face! I’m you, you fool! Bigger things are at large here and-“ Loki falters, his silver tongue failing once more with rising predictability within what seems a disconcertingly short period of time.

Although he honestly can’t tell anymore.

“Please, take a minute -“

He can’t help but shout, sounding hopelessly desperate.

In another life, he might have felt humiliated, but letting pride dictate his emotions is no longer a luxury he can afford to indulge.

Still, the silence that follows his outburst is not nearly as long as he needs it to be.

The variant stares blankly at him, mouth slightly ajar, but Stark recovers easily, his voice now icy.

“Yeah, dude, that one might have worked better if you’d put on a clean shirt. Time to fess up real quick or we’ll have to-“

Drawing what might become his last breath, Loki looks away and down at the tempad. He presses the button. No more time to double check.

“What the?!”

Both Stark and the variant visibly flinch as the door appears.

He quickly makes for it. “I - I’m sorry. Truly, I am”. He looks to their stunned faces before turning to his exit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he registers the variant move (he has to be a variant). His mouth twists in an ugly snarl and two familiar daggers are appearing by his sides.

Before the door snaps completely shut, Loki sees Jane run up to the man and grab his arm.

“Love, no, don’t!”

He sees the slight bump under her dress that he didn’t notice before.

And then the scene disappears and he’s gone.

Part III

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writingsnmusings · 4 years ago

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The Moment I Knew

pairing: captain syverson x reader

summary: christmas isn’t going how you had planned. you don't mind spending it with his family, you just wished he was there.

a/n: this is a little bonus holiday fic! it takes place between wildest dreams and lover. i don't wanna say those two need to be read to understand this buuut it would help. also, credit for the use of the name ‘Logan’ goes to @littlefreya!

you should’ve been there,

should've burst through the door,

with that ‘baby i’m right here’ smile

The smell of fresh cookies and pine filled the very packed home. It wasn’t the first time you’d been around Logan’s family. It was the first time you were alone with them though. Logan was always right by your side.

Between the four months you were together, you’d hung out at his parents house a handful of times. Family barbecues, game nights and all that. Logan was a very family oriented man which you loved.

You were seated on the couch with his sister in law, she was going on about the ridiculously expensive gifts she got her children for the holidays. You were half listening and half not. Your eyes kept glancing from her to the phone on your lap, you kept checking the time.

He said he’d be here, you reminded yourself.

It was an hour past when he said he was going to arrive. Your heart began aching at the thought of not being with him on Christmas. It was supposed to be your first big holiday together. You set up the tree back at your apartment and wrapped the gifts and tucked them right under.

He has gifts to open, you reminded yourself.

people ask me how i’ve been

as i comb back through my memory,

how you said you’d be here

His mom sat herself down next to you, a warm hand on your shoulder making you turn to her. Her sad smile said it all. She’d been through this many times with her son.

“I know he would be here if he could be.” Her voice was sure and you believed her.

You nodded, the tears already welling up. “I know. It just-” You stopped talking as you felt the sob making it’s way through.

She brought you into her arms, rubbing your back in a soothing, motherly manner. You could feel droplets on your shoulder meaning she was crying too.

“C’mon honey, let’s go clean up. Dinners going to be ready soon.” She stood up and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the bathroom. Your face was probably a mess, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care at the moment. You were sad.

and they’re all laughing,

as i’m looking around the room,

but there’s one thing missing

Dinner went well enough, you were seated in between Logan’s mother and one of his nephews. Mrs. Syverson kept the conversation and thankfully the alcohol flowing. You weren’t going to get drunk, but you couldn’t be fully sober for this night. His eight year old nephew spoke animatedly about the video game you and Logan gifted him, thanking you over and over again.

His family was caring and accepting and just everything you could’ve asked for. They never made you feel less than or left out just because Logan wasn’t with you. You watched in amusement as Logan’s father and brother playfully argued about sports teams. You saw so much of your boyfriend in his parents, mentally sorting out what quirks and traits he got from each.

You tried not to imagine how different things would be if he was here. You could almost hear his loud laughter as his father told another joke. You could perfectly imagine the light pink tint when his mom brought out the photo albums earlier in the night. You took a couple snaps of a baby faced Logan to tease him about later.

Your name being called brought you out of your trance.

“Your phones been ringing,” Logan’s brother handed you the phone you’d left in the living room.

The number you’d memorized by heart over the past seven months flashed on the screen. You felt his mom pat your shoulder as you stood up.

“Tell him we miss him.”

You gave her a nod before excusing yourself and walking outside. You let out a shaky breath as you accepted the call.

“Hey,”

“Sweetheart, fuck, i’m so sorry,” He began, “An attack happened hours before I was supposed to leave and I just - I couldn’t leave when everything was starting to cool down. The guys-” You cut off his rambling when you noticed how upset he sounded.

“Logan it’s okay, I promise.” You soothed before continuing, “I’m here, at your moms still. The photo albums came out and I gotta say, you were the absolute cutest.”

You heard him chuckle on the other end and you couldn’t express how much you missed hearing that.

“Well i’m glad you’re having a good time with them. Wait, what do you mean about the were part?” The playful tone in his voice made you smile.

“Anyways, how’s everything? Is everybody…okay?” You hesitated asking, you knew Logan got attached to his men; as much as he didn’t like to admit.

He sighed before speaking, “Yeah, nobody was hurt so that’s good. It’s just been a day. Baby listen,” You heard him clear his throat and you could imagine him getting all choked up like he did the day he left. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there. I know you didn’t plan on spending Christmas Eve alone with my parents and-” You cut him off again. This man really needed to stop apologizing.

“You can stop apologizing, love. I understand, I really do. Yes, I do wish you were here, but I knew what I was getting into when I got with you. I know you’ll be home soon.” You tried your best to make him feel better; knowing he’d continue to beat himself up.

You heard commotion in the background of his call and knew your phone time was coming to an end. You closed your eyes and sighed, bracing yourself for another goodbye.

“Yeah alright, hold on.” Logan muttered to somebody before giving you his attention again. “I gotta go baby, i’m sorry.” You could hear the sadness in his voice which broke your heart even more.

“It’s okay, I should get back inside. Your mom um said everybody misses you.” You sniffled and wiped your eyes, just realizing the tears had escaped. “I love you, Logan.”

“I love you too. I’ll talk to you when I can, alright?”

You didn’t know when you’d get another call; it could be in a few days or weeks or even a month. You knew he called whenever he could and you dropped everything to answer.

“Okay, bye baby.” You sighed once the call ended and you were once again alone with your thoughts outside. You looked up at the stars and felt your chest ache, you hoped he’d come home soon.

you should’ve been here

and i would’ve been so happy

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escapewithbts · 3 years ago

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Secrets in a Foreign Language (Part Five) - Jungkook

*Quick Warning* This chapter contains some smut! If that makes you uncomfortable I’m so sorry. Once it starts it ends at the very end of the chapter so you can skip it if you want. It’s pretty vanilla and loving but it’s definitely still detailed. Oh! And it’s unprotected! Please wrap it (do as I say, not as I write!!!!) Also! This is my first smut I’ve ever written and it was a little difficult and I didn’t feel like editing it right away so I apologize if it sucks. I wanted it to be sweet and meaningful but still satisfying? idk anyway... that’s it for the warnings :) I hope you enjoy!

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After the kiss between you and Jungkook there was a significant shift in your relationship. You still came over every Tuesday to hang out, but now you were much more flirty, touchier, and most days you ended up on the couch in a heavy make out session. You absolutely loved kissing Jungkook; loved the way he tasted, the way he let out soft moans whenever you sucked on his tongue, the way his hands would slightly pull at the hair that rested at the nape of your neck. The sexual tension between you two was building; you had let him feel you underneath your shirt once while he was busy leaving red marks on your neck, but you still had yet to completely give yourself to each other, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted him.

You wanted him so bad.

And based on the bulge you felt in his pants whenever the two of you were ravishing hungrily at each other’s mouths he wanted you, too. Honestly, you didn’t want to wait much longer, you couldn’t wait much longer. Jungkook wasn’t the only one with those pesky things called hormones you know, and yours were practically screaming his name. It was only a matter of time.

On one particular Tuesday in the evening, it was pouring outside and the two of you were cuddled under a blanket on his couch watching an episode of a Korean drama. Jungkook’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders as your head lay on his chest, his resting on top of yours. He was warm and smelled like laundry, and the fabric of his t shirt felt soft against your cheek. You were so comfortable and content.

Eventually, the end of the episode neared, the credits rolling on the screen, and suddenly you felt a wet droplet of something land on the arm that was laying on Jungkook’s lap. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up in confusion, only to be met with the red nose and tear stained cheeks of Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes went wide, and you immediately sat up to face him.

“Kook are you-are you crying?” you questioned in concern.

He quickly wiped the tears from his face and hid it in his arms.

“What? No! I’m not crying!” he muffled out from his sleeves.

Then he let out a loud sniffle.

“Jungkook,” you shook his upper arm gently, “…is it because of the show?”

There was a silence before he muttered a barely audible,

“Maybe…”

A huge grin spread across your face and you wrapped your arm through his, running your other hand through his soft black locks.

“It’s okay, Kook. You’re allowed to cry, I don’t mind.” You tried reassuring him, making sure he knew he had no reason to be embarrassed.

He slowly lifted his head up revealing his blotchy face and puffy eyes, a small shy smile on his lips.

“It’s just…” he hesitated then motioned to the tv screen, “they’re so good for each other. They’re meant for each other. Why can’t they just be together? It’s tearing them apart.”

You shrugged and wiped away a tear on his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know… I guess sometimes life gets in the way. It’s not always that easy. Even though they seem happy when they’re together and might be soulmates it doesn’t automatically mean it will work out.”

He stared down at his lap and fiddled with the fingers of yours that he held in his hand.

“But can’t they find a way to make it work? When people are meant for each other, isn’t there always a way?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sensitivity and obvious hopeless romantic ideals... just when you thought you couldn’t like him any more.

He suddenly shot his head up to look at you, his doe eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Then he shook his head and scrunched his eyes tightly shut, putting fingers up to the bridge of his nose.

“Aiiishh, you probably think I’m such a loser.”

You quickly took his hands in yours and squeezed them firmly, making him open his eyes to face you again.

“No Jungkook, no. I don’t think you’re a loser at all. I think it’s sweet. Really sweet. Okay? Your huge heart is one thing I like most about you.”

And you really meant it.

He ran a hand through his hair, a blush on his face.

“Thanks, (y/n).”

You gave him a warm smile.

“And we’re not done with the show yet, you know. Who knows what will happen between them.”

He let out a small chuckle.

“That’s true.”

You then patted his thigh and removed the blanket before standing up.

“Hey, how about I make you something for dinner? Maybe some kimchi fried rice with pork? I think I saw you have all the stuff to make it.”

Jungkook eagerly nodded his head.

“I do and I would love that, (y/n). Can I-can I help?”

You grinned down at him and shook your head.

“Nope, I got this.”

He blushed shyly and put his head down.

“Ah thank you. It’s not often I have someone cook dinner for me, you know.”

You ambled into the kitchen and looked over your shoulder saying,

“Well just sit back and relax and I’ll try to let you know if I think I’m about to set something on fire!”

Luckily, you didn’t, and the meal you made for the two of you turned out even better than you could have imagined. Who knew you had a knack for cooking Korean food? It was delicious, and definitely something you could get used to having.

When you both finished you just sat at the island laughing and talking for a while before you stood up to clean.

“No,” Jungkook swiftly rose to his feet and took the dirty bowls from your hands, “it’s okay, I will clean.”

You cocked you head.

“But isn’t that what I get paid to do here?” you joked.

He just smiled and rolled his eyes and strolled over to the sink.

Suddenly a yawn unexpectedly escaped from your mouth and you glanced at the time on your phone.

“Whoa, it’s a lot later than I thought. Maybe I should get going.”

With his back to you Jungkook just replied with an ‘okay’ and you opened the Seoul Subway app on your phone to see when the next train was coming.

“Wait, what??” you suddenly exclaimed.

Jungkook turned around in confusion.

“Is everything okay?”

You didn’t look up as your eyes quickly scanned through the urgent message on your screen.

“The subway system… it’s-it’s not running tonight! Shit…”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What? Why is it not running?”

You put your face in your hand in frustration.

“Because of the rain. I guess it has flooded the tracks at a lot of the stations and it’s not safe to run the trains. Fuck! Stupid monsoon season! How will I get home??”

You bit your lip in thought. A taxi? But if it’s even too dangerous for the subway to run wouldn’t the streets be flooded, too?

You swiftly shuffled over to the large window in the living room and peered down to see if you could gage the current condition of the streets of Seoul, but it was raining so hard nothing was visible but just a few feet down. You only saw the soft yellow glow of the streetlights through the torrential downpour.

You groaned and turned back around where you noticed Jungkook had followed you into the room.

You looked at the ground awkwardly.

“Do you mind if I stay just, like, an hour longer? See if it let’s up a little out there?”

Jungkook nodded his head and for a brief moment your heart sank. But then he said,

“I was going to say why don’t you just stay for the night.”

Your heart suddenly sped up, an obvious shocked expression apparent on your face since a deep blush appeared on his and he added,

“You know, because I have another bedroom that no one ever sleeps in and… yeah…”

Wait, did you suddenly feel slightly disappointed?

“Thank you, but I really don’t want to be a bother…” you mumbled.

Jungkook stepped toward you and engulfed you in a hug. You let yourself relax into his muscular frame.

He chuckled against you.

“You could not be a bother. It would be nice having you here with me.”

The sincerity in his tone made your stomach flip.

“And I would… rather know you are here safe,” he whispered, sending a shiver up your spine.

That made your heart feel full as you peered back up at him. His dark brown eyes were hooded and staring directly into yours with such ferocity you almost had to look away.

But you didn’t. And immediately his hand was cupping your cheek and he was crashing his lips onto yours. He wasted no time in running his tongue along your bottom lip, making you gasp slightly, allowing entrance. You relished in his taste, the wrestling of tongue on tongue. You moaned when he nibbled your bottom lip, pulling it away gently. Your hands went to his soft hair, running them through it, tugging lightly. A deep moan emitted from his throat and it was a sound you knew you couldn’t wait to hear again.

Jungkook’s large hands found their way under the hem of your shirt, lightly grazing the skin of your hips and creating goosebumps at his touch. He slowly slid them upwards, taking your shirt with them, until it was up and over your head and you were left in just your nude-colored bra. He then began sucking and biting gently at your neck which caused you to tilt your head back, a subtle invitation for him to invade more of it with his heavenly feeling mouth to which he happily obliged. At the same time, he reached behind your back, slowly unfastening the hooks of your bra. You let it slide down your arms and onto the floor beneath you.

He wasted no time in giving your breasts the attention they deserved. His tattoo covered hand began massaging one, flicking his thumb across your hardened nipple. His lips moved from the sweet spot of your neck down to the valley between your breasts and finally they encapsuled your other nipple. He suckled on it lightly and flicked his tongue over it in unison with his thumb on the other which caused a soft moan to erupt from your throat and your hand to pull at his hair. When you looked down at him worshiping your mounds, you were met with his messy black hair, eyes shut, nose rubbing against your sensitive skin. He had never looked more beautiful to you than in this moment. And you wanted him to know.

“Kook…” you groaned out tenderly.

His big brown eyes opened and peered up at you, his tongue still swirling around your hardened nub.

“I-I want you. Please.”

Hearing that, he immediately stood up straight and crashed his lips back onto yours. Then he wrapped his well-built arms around your midsection and hoisted you up, making you yelp at the sudden action of being lifted. Your legs instinctively went around his waist, and he held you tightly under the back of your thighs, your ass resting in his palms. He squeezed it roughly making you whimper into his mouth and wanting him even more.

He led you both out of the living room and down the hallway towards his bedroom, your lips not once breaking apart from each other.

Once you reached the bedroom, he gently laid you down in front of him on the edge of his king sized bed. You broke apart and clawed at his t shirt until he shimmied it over his head and threw it on the floor. You had seen him shirtless once before, that one time after his shower when you were over, but this time you were able to touch him, feel him. And you wasted no time in doing so. With your mouths reconnected once more, your hands went to his forearms, caressing the large veins there, then up to his biceps that were flexed from hovering over you, to his firm shoulders. Then you ran them down his prominent pectoral muscles, and over his abs. oh my god his solid, rock hard abs.

As much as you loved finally feeling all of his upper half, you found yourself still craving more of him, and therefore, since your hands were down there anyway, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down as far as you could before he finished removing them for you. Jungkook did the same to you, taking off your leggings and tossing them to join his clothes on the floor.

Then he gently spread your legs apart and shifted himself, so he was in between them. He started kissing your neck again and you suddenly felt the bulge in his underwear against your clothed core. The contact made you moan and jut your hips upward to grind on his crotch, hoping he got the memo. But just in case it wasn’t clear enough, you wrapped your hand in his hair and whispered directly into his ear,

“Please, Jungkook, I want you in me so fucking bad.”

He sat back just a little so he could run his hand down your stomach then down in between your legs. He slipped a couple fingers under the waistband of your underwear, and then slowly dragged them between your already slick folds, coating his digits in your juices. The action made you moan loudly which encouraged him to gently rub the pad of his thumb on your already throbbing clit. You gasped.

“Oh f-fuck yes…” you breathed out.

“I have to make sure you are ready for me, (y/n),” Jungkook said in a deep raspy tone that made you shudder, “And fuck… you are so fucking ready.”

With that he removed the hand that was toying with your heat and swiftly pulled your underwear down and off your legs, not wasting a minute to tear his own off, too.

Then he lined the tip of his member up with your entrance and ran it up and down your folds a few times, eliciting a whimper from you, so eager to feel all of him. Then he ever so slowly pushed his entire length into you, parting your warm and velvety walls and filling you to the brim. He sucked in a breath as he felt you constrict around him, moaning at how tight and wet you were, even without much foreplay.

The two of you were connected at the most intimate place, and it had been so damn long you forgot how good it felt to have someone inside of you.

“Fuck, Kook, please move,” you begged.

He instantly did as you requested, gradually pulling all the way out of you just to ram himself right back in. You yelped at the pain, but mostly pleasure as he did it again, faster this time and then again, over and over, finding a pace and strength that had you groaning out almost incoherent curse words between sounds of pleasure.

He leaned down so his face was right in front of yours, his hips thrusting so expertly and hitting all the right spots inside you. He put his forehead against yours and your eyes met, his pupils dilated and staring right into yours. Beads of sweat were causing his dark hair to stick to his neck and his chest started heaving heavily; you could feel his hot breath on your face.

“You feel… so good, baby,” he panted out between thrusts.

You briefly felt your heart skip a beat at the pet name, that sounded so sweet yet so sexy at the same time, but you were quickly refocused on the task at hand when Jungkook sat back up and placed your feet on his shoulders. The new position welcomed a whole new sensation between your legs as he was now able to hit your g spot directly, causing shocks of intense pleasure to coerce through your whole body. And if that wasn’t enough, his tattooed arm wrapped around your leg in order for his fingers to gain access to your clit, rubbing it unhurriedly so not to overstimulate you.

With all this happening at once you knew it wouldn’t be long until you were coming undone, the coil in your lower belly snapping, the tidal wave of pleasure washing over you, your walls squeezing as tightly as possible around Jungkook making him unable to pull out anymore.

You arched your back and squirmed underneath him, yelling his name, the world around you becoming blurry from such an intense orgasm, your breath stilling in your chest, your hands gripping the bedspread so tightly your knuckles turned white. You almost felt like you were going to blackout; you had never felt so much pleasure spreading throughout your whole body in your life.

As you began to come down from your high, breathing heavily, your body still twitching, Jungkook started thrusting again, harder and faster than before, needing his own release, too. He bent down, his hands on the pillow on either side of your head.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he breathed out.

Your mind was still foggy from your heavenly orgasm as you replied,

“I don’t care.”

And that was all he needed to hear as his eyes shut tightly and he suddenly stopped thrusting. You felt his cock twitch and warm spurts of his seed coat you somewhere deep inside you.

He let out a “F-fuck, (y/n)”, and you were pretty sure it was the most heavenly thing your ears had ever heard.

Then he fell on top of you, completely spent, coming down from his high, too.

The two of you just laid there for a few seconds, catching your breaths, and coming back to reality.

When you looked down you saw Jungkook’s head resting on your chest and you couldn’t help but run your hand gently through his hair, the sweat making it stay slicked back from his forehead. At your touch he lifted his head up, a shy yet cheeky bunny-like grin across his face. The sight of it made your heart feel full.

Then he weakly peeled his naked and sweaty body off yours and slumped down on his back next to you. He smiled sweetly at you and ran his hand down the side of your face. Then he turned on his side and beckoned you to him.

“Come here…” he murmured softly, opening his arms for you to crawl into. You did, pressing your bare back against his chest, feeling his face nuzzle into your hair and arm wrap around your chest to pull you closer.

You traced some of the tattoos on his arm with your finger as you two lay there in a content silence, completely wrapped up in one another. It was the most blissful feeling.

In fact, you didn’t think you could feel any calmer and content in this moment until Jungkook broke the silence and whispered,

“I really, really like you a lot, (y/n).”

At those words you felt like your heart could leap out of your chest. You turned in his arms to face him and looked up at him with a big smile.

“I really, really, like you a lot, too, Jungkook.”

He returned your smile, equally as large, his nose scrunching as he was unable to contain his happiness. He just pulled you closer to him and you buried your face in the crook of his neck while he rested his chin on your head. You sighed contently, breathing in the comforting natural scent of his skin.

You had never felt safer or more loved than in this moment with Jeon Jungkook.

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meantforinfinitesadness · 4 years ago

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Spring Moments

Hello!!! This is the fic I wrote for @swspringfling! My recipient is @p-s-brooklyn (it’s not letting me tag you for some reason....) and this is a Modern AU Codywan fic with a healthy serving of Rainshowers, Thunder, Lighting, and Illness! There are first meetings, kissing in the rain, and even a proposal in the rain!

Oh, there’s also an off-screen character death that decided it wanted to make an appearance. It’s in the second to last section of the fic and it’s not Cody or Obi-Wan, don’t worry.

You can read it on ao3 or you can read it here! It’s kind of long, so be wary of that!

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Obi-Wan loved the rain. He loved the way it sounded in a quiet house as it hit the roof. He loved the way the drops looked on windows and the way it made everything smell just that much nicer.

(And, yes. His favorite smell was petrichor, thank you for asking.)

Obi-Wan loved the rain. He loved walking in it…

At least, when he had an umbrella and slightly warmer clothes he loved it.

He didn’t mind not having an umbrella or warmer clothes to help, though.

“If you just learned how to drive…”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the memory of his brother saying those exact words to him on a day very much like this one. It wasn’t that Obi-Wan had strong feelings about driving...well...actually…

“Hey!” A voice not from a memory jolts Obi-Wan. He turns wide eyes to the owner of the voice.

A man had stopped his car in the middle of the road, rolled his window down, and was looking a touch concerned.

Obi-Wan blinked at the stranger, feeling water droplets fall from his lashes and onto his cheeks.

“Uh…” Obi-Wan fumbled for words. “Hello there.”

“Do you need a ride?” The man asks.

“Pardon?”

“Well, it’s pouring rain, you see, and you don’t have an umbrella.”

Obi-Wan blinks again and raises an eyebrow. “You don’t say.”

The man chuckles. “I know you don’t know me, but you look absolutely drenched. I promise I’m not a murderer or anything of the like.”

Obi-Wan hums and the corner of his mouth quirks up. “That sounds like something a murderer would say.”

The man snaps his fingers. “Damn,” he says in a false as though he was disappointed or sad his “deception” didn’t work. “I thought I could fool you.”

Obi-Wan huffs out a laugh. “Alright,” he says.

The man stares at him. “Alright?”

“If your offer still stands, a ride would be nice.”

The offer does, indeed, still stand. So, Obi-Wan gets into the car and is immediately flooded with warmth.

“Thanks.” He says through lightly chattering teeth.

“It’s no problem. I’m Cody, by the way.” Cody informs him.

Obi-Wan turns his attention to Cody and his mouth dries at the sight of him up close.

His hair is black and slightly curly. His beautiful dark skin is blemished only with a scar wrapping around his left eye. And his eyes are kind and bright.

He’s gorgeous.

“I’m Obi-Wan,” he says a bit breathlessly.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody says his name almost reverently. “I like that.”

“Thanks.” Obi-Wan replies.

“So, Obi-Wan,” Cody grins at him. “Where to?”

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“Obi-Wan grumbles to himself as he stands under an awning. His arms are wrapped around his body as he tries to preserve some warmth.

The weather matches his mood with its dark clouds and rain shower, His date had not gone well.

The man he ate and talked with was rude and far too loud in the restaurant. Not to mention, he was late, ordered the most expensive item on the menu, then made Obi-Wan pay for it. After those unfortunate events, he left and didn’t offer Obi-Wan a ride for his trouble.

Obi-Wan was surprised to find, though, that the waitress had been watching everything, spoke to her boss, and refunded him. Obi-Wan may or may not have cried at their kindness.

In the end, he decided to walk home even though it started to get late. Of course, his luck ran out and rain poured down. He’d pulled his phone out to call someone and ask for a ride, only to find his phone had died.

So, here he was.

Under an awning, freezing, and miserable.

Sighing, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and huddled further into himself.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes opened and he looked up with a smile.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan greeted a drenched Cody.

“You got room for one more?” Cody asks, gesturing with his head to the space under the awning.

Obi-Wan inches over and tilts his head. Cody slides into the small space.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Obi-Wan says.

Cody rubs his hands together and smiles. “Bad date.” He says.

Obi-Wan hums. “What a coincidence.”

“You too, huh?”

“How bad?” Obi-Wan asks, inching towards the shivering man.

“He didn’t even show up.” Cody mumbles, rolling his eyes. He presses closer to Obi-Wan. “You?”

Obi-Wan groans and relays the events that occurred during his date.

Cody hisses in sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. He doesn’t quite realize how close the two of them are until Cody speaks again and Obi-Wan can feel the words vibrate through his body.

“Wanna try again?”

Obi-Wan quirks an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Cody shrugs. “I happen to know a place with great food, a comfy couch, and a warm fire.” He replies with a teasing smile.

“Let me guess,” Obi-Wan returns the smile. “Would that be your place?”

Cody grins wider. “If that’s alright with you.”

Obi-Wan chuckles and pressed closer to Cody. “It sounds lovely. Lead the way?”

“With pleasure.”

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“The rain seems to like you,” Cody says with a smirk as he pulls Obi-Wan close to him.

There are no places for them to hide from the downpour that seemed to come out of nowhere. They don’t mind.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and scoffs. The rain does well to hide the happy tears on his face. His fingers toy with the newly placed ring on his left hand.

“You know,” Cody continues, locking eyes with Obi-Wan. ��We missed a crucial part of this proposal.”

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow and Cody can’t help but think how beautiful it makes him look.

How more beautiful it makes him look.

The year since Cody gave Obi-Wan a ride home had gone quickly. Here they were, a year since then with Obi-Wan tearfully accepting Cody’s proposal and Cody’s heart just about bursting with love out of his chest.

“How very cliche of you.” Obi-Wan remarks dryly.

Cody shrugs with a smirk. “You know you want to be part of that cliche. A kiss in the rain.”

Obi-Wan tilts his head as though seriously thinking about the idea posed to him.

“Why not.” He finally says.

Cody snorts and tugs Obi-Wan closer.

“I love you,” Cody whispers.

“I know,” Obi-Wan retorts with a gleam in his eye.

Cody laughs and plants his lips on Obi-Wan’s.

They kiss there in the rain, oblivious to the water and the cold. Only seeing and feeling each other.

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A miserable-sounding cough rips its way through the living room and into the kitchen. Cody winces at the sound produced by Obi-Wan and scoops one last bit of soup into a bowl before making his way to Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan?” Cody calls as he enters the domain of on ill Obi-Wan.

The redhead is bundled in blankets on the couch and is watching the rain shower.

The drops slide down the window and Cody can’t help but think of the times when he was a child and would watch the drops, choosing one to cheer for as though it were a race to see which drop would slide all the way to the bottom first.

Yeah, maybe he did that as an adult as well, but it brought him joy.

“Hey,” Cody says softly as he sits next to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan smiles. “Hi,” he says shortly, coughing harshly into a blanket not long after.

“You sound horrible,” Cody says, earning a glare from Obi-Wan that doesn’t have the same heat it normally would. “I brought you soup.”

Obi-Wan makes a face. He hadn’t been able to keep anything down. His throat was probably raw and aching, and Cody knew he was scared to try and eat.

“Just try a little. If it doesn’t stay down, we’ll try something else.”

Obi-Wan relaxes at the soft, soothing tone and for a moment, all that can be heard is the rain as it hits the windows and roof.

The ill man nods after a moment and opens his mouth.

Cody carefully feeds him a small spoonful of the light broth.

Obi-Wan swallows and they both wait. A tremulous smile makes its way onto Obi-Wan’s face and it’s Cody’s turn to relax. He feeds Obi-Wan spoonful after spoonful until he’s unable to eat anymore.

Cody places the bowl somewhere out of reach, then maneuvers Obi-Wan a bit until he’s resting against Cody’s chest.

The two sit there in silence and watch the rain until both succumb to the call of sleep.

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Thunder crashed through the quiet home of Obi-Wan and Cody. Obi-Wan stood off to the side as Cody’s face paled and his smile dropped inch by inch.

“No,” Cody breathed out and Obi-Wan saw his grip tighten on his phone. “He can’t - I just saw him -” Cody cuts himself off with a choked back sob.

Obi-Wan’s heart aches for his husband. He won’t step in. Not until he knows it would be alright to do so.

“Alright,” Cody whispers. “Thanks. Bye.” Cody hangs up and the hand holding the phone drops from his ear and swings limply at his side.

“Cody?” Obi-Wan softly calls his husband's name.

“My brother,” Cody swallows thickly. “Fivel, Fives, he’s dead.” Thunder crashes again and Cody finally allows his tears to fall.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitches and he’s quick to gather Cody in a hug.

He’d met Fives a few times. He was kind and welcomed Obi-Wan into the family with a wide smile and some jokes at Cody’s expense.

To hear that he was gone-

Lightning flashed and Obi-Wan pulled Cody closer. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Cody shake with sobs.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan says. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Lightning flashes and thunder crashes in the quiet home. Cody’s cries are the only thing that breaks the occasional silence.

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“Obi-Wan?” Cody calls across the house. He’d woken up alone and concern and worry were the first things to cross his mind.

Then, he heard the thunder and saw the lightning flash through the windows. He knew where Obi-Wan was.

His feet led him to the living room, and sure enough, Obi-Wan was on the couch with a blanket wrapped loosely around his shoulders and a bag of marshmallows in his hands. Cody smiled at the sight, recalling what Obi-Wan told him the first time he’d seen this exact display.

“It’s something my parents used to do,” Obi-Wan said as he pulled a marshmallow from the bag before popping it into his mouth. “I was always terrified of the lightning, more so than the thunder. They tried to tell me I was safe. It was difficult for me to believe.” Obi-Wan cuddled deeper into Cody’s side, his eyes never leaving the window as lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his features.

“So, to try and calm me, to try and wash away my fear, they brought out marshmallows and said it was like a show. A light show. We sat and watched the lightning while eating marshmallows, and though my fear is gone, it’s something I’ll always do.”

“That sounds nice,” Cody said, looking at Obi-Wan as he’s once again illuminated by the flashes of lightning.

“It is.”

Coming out of the memory, Cody took a few more steps to the couch before speaking.

“May I join you, beloved?” He asks softly.

Obi-Wan turns and smiles tiredly at Cody. “Always, dear one.”

So, Cody joins him on the couch with a blanket of his own and Obi-Wan leaning on him just a bit.

Later, the bag of marshmallows would fall to the ground as Cody and Obi-Wan sleep on the couch and in each other’s embrace.

#swspringfling #codywan #obi wan kenobi #kali writes #fic exchange #p-s-brooklyn #rainshowers #thunder #lightning #sick obi wan #off screen character death #fluff #modern au #domestic fluff #marriage proposal #kissing in the rain #first meeting #arc trooper fives #i call him fivel

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jiikyu · 4 years ago

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Taste of Marigolds In Bloom

Herb of the Sun — Or Marigold was often used during the Middle Ages as a love charm. Carrying one of these brightly colored flowers was thought to bring love. Though be warned for they are also poisonous. Chapter IV. Sitting in the back of a police car was not how you anticipated your night ending — And certainly not with Mirios arms wrapped around you all the while. You’re not sure how you got here. ∘◦ ✿ ◦∘ All characters are 18+ Yandere!Mirio x Fem!Reader(AΩβ) Y/N = Your Name F/N = Your Full Name E/C = Eye Color H/C = Hair Color

Warnings: Yandere / Unhealthy Behavior / Delusions / Angst / Possessiveness / Violence and uh Fluff? First Chapter Here❦ Previous Chapter Here❦ Next Chapter Here ❦

∘◦ ✿ ◦∘ “Oh hey!” Mirios leans his arm against the doors frame. “Isn’t this a lovely surprise.” “Hey, do you wanna come to Nabezos with me?” Your question takes him by surprise and he feels his arm slipping. It’s raining. “Sure, let me grab my jacket.” ∘◦ ✿ ◦∘ The little droplets from above mean the sidewalks are clear of people, it’s not often you practically get the city all to yourself. When Mirio agreed to come with you to the popular restaurant off campus grounds, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. It wasn’t like you to swing by unexpectedly, at least not without some form of prior acknowledgement. Like a text. What’s even stranger was that you wanted to go to Nabezos, in the rain. Maybe it’s nothing to be get riled up over... The conversation flows in it’s usual lighthearted manor with you both throwing in the occasional jab. It’s normal. But if that’s truly the case then — Why won’t his heart stop hammering violently against his ribs? Somethings not right. He just knows it. Mirios pace starts to slow to a crawl, and little by little it all together stops. And you had been so close to making it to Nabezos, maybe two blocks down the sidewalk? Suddenly his appetite is gone. When there’s no respond to your corny joke do you turn to see the blond fallen behind. Everything about it feels so very wrong. Standing like motionless his yellow umbrella rests loosely in his grasp, shoulders slouching forward. But — You catch sight of something that freezes the blood in your veins. Tears threaten to spill from those blue pools. How had this happened? Only a few seconds ago were you chatting like normal. This proves all of your fears and suspicions, that there is something deep troubling Mirio. That’s why you were doing this right? You were going to do your best to gently coax out whatever was bothering him. Had you already messed up? The gap made between you wasn’t large by any means but by gods do you close it fast. Abandoning your umbrella to ground below as shoes splash against the wet pavement, now your standing before him in the rain. “Wait Mirio what’s happening? Why are you crying?” “Y/N...” His voice has been reduced to a rasp whisper, the usual optimism drained and you can see the bottom of the well. “Are you leaving?” Huh? The question confuses you even further. That cannot be the root of the problem, a small idle conversation between you and your friend could not have been the cause of this. “What? Of course not!” As much as you want to stay in Musutafu — Your words are not quite the full truth, are they? “Well I... I don’t actually know yet.” Do not make promises you cannot keep. The way he kneads his lip with his teeth, suffocating any sound from escaping, it does nothing but further shatter your heart into tiny fragments. If this continues you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to put the pieces back together. You’re about to speak again when the blond does the unexpected. Taking a deep breath he exhales, then the corners of his mouth upturn. It is nowhere near as radiant as his signature smile, and you know it’s not real. But now it’s his turn to close the gap. Taking the step forward Mirio dips the yellow umbrella so it no longer hangs over his head but yours. The thrumming of his heart drums against his ears, he’s sure you hear it too. “Y/N, what if I told you I don’t want you to go?” Oh. Wait? Does that mean? Oh. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “I —“ The soft pitter-patter of raindrops against the umbrellas canvas matches your own heartbeat. Fast and light, like suddenly you’re floating. You watch the collar of his gray gym shirt start to darken with moisture and droplets catching in that sunshine soaked hair. You swallow down your shame because — You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. “I would say, I feel the same.” You’ve never seen someone visibly light up the way Mirio does when those words leave your lips. The very words he oh so desperately needed to hear. Was that all it really took? No, he must be dreaming. “Really?” The single word is laced with so much hope it’s palpable, it’s followed by a sniffle as he brings his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. “Of course idiot!” Your own eyes start to blur and you blink them away before it’s too late. “Now stop it, you’re gonna make me cry!” Your fingers grab a hold of the umbrellas metal handle, just above Mirios hand. You push it towards him, so it’s no longer covering only you. “There, now we can both stand under it.” Sure, both of you have a shoulder that’s going to get absolutely drenched, but do you care? No. Mirios eyes go big when you do this and you swear you see literal stars dancing in those pools of blue. You’re so blissfully unaware that everything you’re doing only furthers you both down this spiral. He’s staring at you like you’re his entire world. And he wouldn’t change a single thing about you, for anything. “Aw you’re such a softy Y/N.” “Wha — You were crying first! You started it.” It’s not fair. He really does have the most contagious smile you’ve ever seen. Hand in hand you and Mirio continue to make your way to Nabezos, your own umbrella is left forgotten to the rain. ∘◦ ✿ ◦∘ Dinner had gone so well that you’re left giddy and boy, does it show, your smile never once falters. Not even when the scent of cigarettes and alcohol starts to overflow your senses. Currently you’re leaning against the outside of Nabezos, the buildings bricks now having imprinted into your back. Awning overhang keeps you dry from the rain while your eyes stay trained to the bright screen of your phone. Sun having started its descent the color slowly begins to fade from the sky. But you’re not worried, campus is only a few blocks away.

And you have Mirio.

Now you’re just wait on him, who, being the forgetful man he is forgot his wallet at the table you had eaten at. Never in a million years would you believe someone as breathtaking as Mirio would return your feelings.

Your happiness leaves you blind to the world.

“Hey are you d-deaf or do you just think it’s cute to ignore someone talking to you?”

Huh? Only when you look up from your phone do you realize there’s a man, who you don’t recognize, staring directly at you. Your mouth is suddenly dry. The stench of booze and smoke is so strong your nose is set ablaze. You can’t help but take shallow breaths. When had he gotten so close? Were you really that oblivious to your surroundings? Your pulse is racing but you don’t move, maybe if you continue to ignore him he’ll leave you be. What a stupid idea. Suddenly your wrist is grabbed, phone slipping from your grasp and it falls to the pavement. And now you’re trying desperately to yank yourself from of his grasp. But his fingers have an iron clad grasp around your limb. “What sort of game are you trying to play?” He’s shouting at you and you have no idea what he’s going on about, you just want to get as far away from him as possible. Your eyes barely catch the flash of yellow that appears over the drunks shoulder and before you know it he’s no longer holding onto your wrist — Or rather he was flung off you by an impact to the gut. The stranger lets out a cry as his back slams against the hard concrete below. You listen to him cough and sputter for air, but you don’t look — Your eyes stay glued to your savior. Mirio. Besides the loud grunting coming from the man who just got his guts rearranged, it’s eerily silent. You cannot see the blonds face, so you can only guess what expression he wears... But something feels off and that scares you. You finally tear your eyes away from Mirio when you hear the other stand. The stranger regained his footing but why isn’t he running away? Isn’t it enough? Mirio hasn’t moved an inch since landing the first strike, standing between you and the man. A shield. Neither move for a while, just staring each other down and you can see the sweat beading down the strangers face. You never would have expected Mirio to be the one to break the stalemate. Basically just straight up breaking into full sprint towards the stranger before banking a quick left. “Oh shit —“ Is all the man manages while raising his right arm, taking shaky aim at the blond, some sort of liquid ejects from his fingertips? Mirio makes it look so incredibly easy to dodge, the inky black substance lands somewhere in the shadows. Forgotten. The man does not get a second shot. An earth shattering blow lands under his chin and you swear you hear an echoing crack of bone against bone. And just like that it’s over — Or at least that’s what you tell yourself. Anyone would be knocked unconscious by the sheer force. But Mirio doesn’t stop. What if I told you I don’t want you to go? Those are the words that come to mind as your E/C eyes follow Mirios fist. Over and over again it connects with the strangers face. Time slows like some form of torture, you watch the man take each crushing blow. As you watch the blonds knuckles begin to turn a dark crimson. And you do nothing but stand frozen, a bystander, a participant. Even the ability to speak is lost to you. Only when the terrible sound of blood starts to bubble up from the man’s throat does Mirio finally release his white-knuckled grip from the shirts collar. Without the Alphas hold the unconscious body rag-dolls to the pavement below. God, does the sickening thud make you shudder in disgust. Now it’s just you — And the man who has only ever showered you with warmth and overbearing kindness. Towering over the bloody pulp of a man he stands with his back towards you, chest heaving as he attempts to recapture his breathing. Your mind is so vary far away right now but somehow, somewhere in your anxiety riddled state are you able to produce a single cohesive repeating thought. It’s something that comes so naturally it almost terrifies you, you might even loath yourself later for it... You cannot help but be frightened, not for the beaten man lying against the cold pavement, no your fears are for Mirios safety. For his sake. When he turns to face you you’re met with the burning blue of the ocean. And within seconds you swear you see the raging sea already starting to simmer. Your feet stay planted as your hero takes the first step towards you. Even if your life depended on it you’re not sure you’d be able to move an inch — Though it’s too late for that now, isn’t it? By the time you notice he’s practically all over you, but there is an invisible wall of tension that keeps him from touching. With the back of your shoulders pressed against the brick wall there is no escape from the cage of muscle surrounding you, thick forearms having rooted themselves on either side of your head. Every instinct screams at you, to run, to submit, to hide, to do anything useful. Maybe you’re broken. Instead, you find yourself entranced, E/C eyes trace along the scars of those very forearms keeping you trapped. The healed skin darkened where deep gashes once bled. Following the perfect blemishes to the meat of his shoulders you accidentally meet deep iris pools, completely and utterly awestruck. The expression Mirio wears is one you’ve never seen before. You want to tell yourself that it’s the shadows casted down by the looming cities walls — Or that’s it’s just the dark clouds raining down on you. But... You’re having a difficult time convincing yourself. “Are you hurt?” A low breathless whisper pulls you from muddy waters, dredged up from the murky depths of your mind. Was that Mirios voice? He’s close, so close, his ragged breathes ghost across the bare skin of your neck. Your eyes fall to the filthy lot concrete, where you’re barely able to make out the motionless mans shape. Why is it so hard to see? You hadn’t even noticed your eyes gloss over, fat tears already rolling down your cheeks. “M-Mirio you —“ The pain in your voice has his chest twisting in agony. Sharp thorns digging into the delicate flesh. Seeing you like this hurts worse than the searing ache in his knuckles. But it’s okay. Because you’re safe. The thin threads holding him back finally fray and snap. Mirios arms abandon the wall behind you, pulling you flush against his broad chest, muscled arms wrapped around your frame. “It’s okay. I’m here now.” His head rests atop your own, you feel his lips move against your locks as he continues to reassure you. “I’ll always be here — I promise.” You won’t ever have to be worry again. Being held only makes the flood tears worse, when your body melts against his so does the last bit pf willpower holding the dam together. Slowly you begin to hiccup into his shirt, your arms shakily wrapping around his neck, falling further into the embrace you feel his arms tighten. And now your balling in a empty public restaurant parking lot with a bloody unconscious body only a few yards away. The dying rain isn’t strong enough to wash away the scent of copper. ∘◦ ✿ ◦∘ Blinding red and blue lights flash across the cities walls. When you speak with the police — Well actually, it’s not so much you speaking with them as it is you listening to Mirio tell them the details of what happened and offering a weak nod when they wanted your input. You haven’t spoken much since exhausting your lungs and draining a lakes worth of tears onto Mirios shirt. His eyes keep darting to meet yours between every couple of words. You watch on as the blond speaks clearly and calmly with the officers, you envy his ability to do so. He’s even able to smile as if nothing happened — You finally tear your eyes away, choosing to look at a lone anthill, inches from your foot. The weight of his jacket keeps you semi-warm as you stand under the overhang of Nabezos, the smell of ocean and sun clings to the leather, you pull the fabric tighter around your shoulders. You had watched as three first responders wheeled the stretcher to the waiting ambulance. As soon as its doors slammed shut the siren blared to life and the vehicle sped away. It was a good sign you tell yourself. A sign that the man was alive. The invisible weight on your shoulder lifts, if only by a hair. “Do you need a ride home?” The question snaps you from staring at the pavement. A male officer, possibly a Beta? It’s hard to tell in the rain, he has kind eyes. There’s no time for you to search for an answer before a firm hand finds itself planted the deputies shoulder. Mirio now stands behind the rather startled man, all smiles of course. Though something about the curve of his lips doesn’t sit well with you. “That would be great actually, can you give the both of us a ride?” It takes you a second to realize he’s answering for you. “We’re both headed the same direction.” “Of c-course.” The officer shakes away his initial fright by the time he finishes speaking. And you still have yet to process what’s happening. ∘◦ ✿ ◦∘ Sitting in the back of a police car was not how you anticipated your night ending — And certainly not with Mirios arms wrapped around you all the while. You’re not sure how you got here. But what you are sure of is that there isn’t an inch of you that doesn’t smell like the Alpha. He’s been scenting you ever since entering the vehicle, practically pulling you into his lap. It’s not so uncommon amongst friends — Although, you’re no longer just friends, are you? His hand could wrap around your wrist two times over. The blond has a delicate touch as he traces the pad of his thumb over your skin, he holds you as though you’re porcelain. The entire time your eyes are glued to the red busted skin of his knuckles. An uncomfortable clearing of a throat breaks the moment. You had almost forgotten about the police officer who so politely offered the ride home. You blame it on overactive instincts, that this is probably the norm, it’s a lousy excuse and you know it. And a part of you, one that you’re desperately trying to drown under the surface until there is no oxygen left, knows instincts are not the only thing at play here.

∘◦ ✿ ◦∘ When Mirio told you he’d be staying the night at your place you thought it had been an offer. Not a fact. You remind yourself that you know Mirio. Know that he would never hurt you, that he’s only looking out for you. That’s why you agreed.

So what if your every attempt to convince him you’d be fine staying alone was disregarded. Right?

You stare into the mirror, letting the sink fill with water. Paying no attention to the temperature you soak a hand towel into the ice cold liquid. Bringing the damp fabric under your eyes you wipe away the last remnants of tears marks. The soft knock on the door startles you from your haze, looking over you notice the shadow of what can only be a pair of feet peeking under the thin frame of wood. “Are you okay?” Mirios voice may be muffled behind the wood but it’s impossible to ignore the worry bled into every syllable. “Yeah.” Your own voice is still raspy from your crying, it reminds you how weak you truly are. “Just give me a few minutes... Okay?” “I’m here.” What you can’t see is the large hand pressed into the creases of door. “When you’re ready.” The outside noise seems to die down with that and you listen to the static of the running water as you strip out of your soaked clothing, peeling the wet material from your skin. The jacket that had kept you warm now hangs off the tubs edge. ... Mirio stands guarding the entrance of the restroom. Like a good boyfriend. Foot tapping nervously against the carpeted floor. This is all so new, usually the hero is in full control of his actions. But now — Every passing second is another nail plunged into his coffin, he might have really screwed up big time... And just when the two of you had finally become official. He doesn’t know what took over. But he does. When saw you cornered by some low life — He only remembers the feel of white hot burning rage coursing his veins and the look of terror in your eyes. He really dropped the ball hadn’t he? He doesn’t regret it. Not even for a second, he’d do it again, for you. His only regret is scaring you. Suddenly his foot stops its anxious drumming. It becomes apparent to him that — With you in the bathroom he has full range of your dorm, unsupervised. Not that he would do anything fishy, of course not! It’s just the first time he’ll get to appreciate your little temporary home.

A glimpse at the future you’ll share.

Waiting by the door for another minute he takes the first experimental step away from his post, waiting with bated breath. Nothing. The only sound is the continuous running of a faucet. It’s the only sign he needs to continue onwards, down the hallway. By all means it’s not a long journey, in only a few of feet does the blond find himself in front of a cracked door, a dim light streams through the gap. With a featherlight touch he pushes it open to reveal what he’d hoped for. Your bedroom. He’s not disappointed, the room is so very you. It smells like you. Even when Mirio’s absolutely drained he can’t help but admire every little detail, even down to the lone sock lying forgotten in the center of the floor. A tired smile makes its way to his lips as he goes to pick it up, tossing it in the hamper sitting only a few feet away, a smile resting pretty on his features all the while. How forgetful you were. He doesn’t mind this, in fact quite the opposite — He can’t help think it’s quite domestic. Who knew he’d windup such a hopeless romantic? Before the blond knows it he starts to wonder what living together would be like. It really can’t be helped.

Mirio can almost envision you seated at his table waiting while he cooks your favorite meal, it might take him a couple of tries to nail but he’s anything if not persistent — Or perhaps, waking up to morning kisses with your legs tangled in knots. Maybe one day a couple of children that share both your and his qualities pop into the picture. He understands how silly it is all is, that he can’t help but feel as though he’s already been living this life with you. Too bad it doesn’t last. The sweetest of daydreams are cut to shreds when blue eyes catch the unmistakable flash orange and white of a bottle. On your nightstand are your suppressants, sitting carelessly for all to see. After staring for what is probably considered far longer than normal a not so innocent thought just sort of floats its way into his system and... Suddenly Mirio’s being crushed under the weight of something tremendous and hideous. Guilt. He could never. Everything’s falling into place, just the way it’s meant to. But — Some stranger had basically gone and flipped his world upside down in the matter of seconds. That drunk bastard leaning in close you, probably whispering dirty words to you... His fist clenches into a tight ball, knuckles still burn from the impact of skin against skin. God only knows what that creep was gonna do? That filth had tried to take you from him, there is no mistaking. Was it some sort of cruel joke, turning the best day of his life into one of the worst? A bead of sweat breaks along his brow as blue eyes continue to stare down the bottle of white pills. Fear has got Mirio in a chokehold and right now it’s a losing battle. You are someone he wants — No, needs to protect, that’s why he can’t stop but think... What would he do without you? He doesn’t notice his fingers have started moving on their own volition. Mirio cannot picture a world without you.

#mirio x reader #yandere mirio #bnha mirio #yandere bnha #mywriting #SO EXCITED TO POST THIS YA'LL #it really should have been split in two but whatever #theres one☝️ chapter left this is ur warning☺️

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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Sex on the Beach - c. 06 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: You return to the vacation house to pack up your stuff.

A/N: I wrote this in like...45 minutes 😂 The re-write is complete...now for the last two chapters.

Holiday in the Sun Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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The room they gave you at the resort was nice, overlooking the waterpark and the ocean, twenty stories above the ground. Not as crisp white as the Nassau House had been but not quite a Hilton. You called your dad after you checked in to tell him that you had an argument with your mom and that was why you had charged the room to your allowance card, something he was perfectly okay with because that meant you liked him more for the moment.

“Divorced parents are something else.” You commented, flipping through the room service menu. You were starving, in part from not eating for an entire day, and were happy to be getting something that wasn’t dictated by your mom. “My dad was like ‘do you need more money?’...he always wants to be the favorite.”

“Ask him if he can get us our stuff back.” Rafe joked, emerging from the bathroom with the pair of shorts you’d bought in the giftshop on, they were gray and had an Atlantis emblem on the one corner.

“Did you try to get a hold of Sarah?” You asked, scooting over in bed as he sat down next to you. His hair was still wet from the shower and when he pushed it out of his face little droplets of water hit your shoulder and cheek.

“Yeah, she said ‘get your shit yourself’...real fucking helpful.” He grumbled.

“I mean, your dad is a nightmare. If I was her, I don’t know if I’d want to risk having him flip out either. Especially since they’re stuck there for the rest of the week.” You replied.

“So what’s your plan?”

“Ask Wheezie when they’re going to be out and stop by to get our stuff?” You suggested, “I still have the spare key you told me to hang on to. We could just go in and get our things and leave.”

“No, no.” He stood up and you watched as he paced for a moment before seeming to come to some sort of decision, “I’m not fucking hiding out from him.”

“You can’t just walk in there Rafe, he’ll be pissed!” You pointed out, “I really don’t think you should cause any more trouble-”

“The boat was his!”

“I’m not saying it was your fault but maybe just don’t provoke him.” You replied, “who knows what he’ll do.”

Rafe was silent for a moment and you almost thought he was starting to calm down, maybe come around to your side of the issue and realize what it was that he would be jeopardizing if he went back to the Nassau house and tried to have it out with his father. But a second later you jumped as his fist slammed against the dresser and he stormed back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. You weren’t sure what to say, how to ease the situation or make Rafe anything but angry at his dad.

“I’m gonna go down to the cafe, do you want anything,” you called through the bathroom door. You waited a minute for Rafe to answer but there was only silence from the other side of the door. “Rafe?”

“I don’t want anything.” He snapped.

The door to the room swung shut behind you and you walked down the long hall to the elevators. There was a little mini lobby, a room with ice and vending machines, two benches and a wall of mirrors that reflected back your exhausted appearance. You sat down on one and pulled your phone out of your pocket, calling your mom.

“Where the hell are you?” She practically screeched through the phone and you rolled your eyes. Not the supportiveness that you were unrealistically hoping for but maybe you could mold her into someone half willing to understand.

“I’m at Atlantis with Rafe, I’m using dad’s allowance money for a room.”

“That’s just like your father, swooping in to “help” as if you’re in trouble.” She bitched.

“We need our stuff-”

“You are not staying with some boy unsupervised-”

You cut her off, “mom. We need our stuff,” you repeated, hoping that she would be more moldable to your cause. “Is there a time we could come get it?”

“Exactly what do you expect me to do? Pack up your things for you and have them waiting by the door? You are serious trouble young lady! You stole someone’s boat. And what’s more? You were rude and disrespectful and ungrateful to Mr. Cameron.” She complained.

“I’m not staying in that house for the rest of vacation, pretending everything is okay. And Rafe’s not coming back either. So can we get our stuff or not?” You asked.

“Being rebellious isn’t worth your future. You’re supposed to be thinking ahead. What about college?”

“That’s two years away.” You argued, “I already sent applications, I’ve applied for scholarships, nothing is changing about college. But I’m not spending the rest of my vacation in a house with a man who assaulted me!”

“Well maybe you can buy new stuff.” She replied, the line going dead immediately after. You listened to the click off and pulled your phone away from your ear to look at the home screen. She’d hung up on you, unsurprising but not the result you wanted.

You said you were going down to the cafe so you did, grabbing an iced coffee and heading back up to your room in hopes that Rafe had cooled down enough. When you reentered the room he was laying on the bed, sprawled on his stomach with his head turned toward the window. He didn’t move when you came in and you placed your coffee on the nightstand, climbing onto the bed and sitting cross-legged beside him.

“Are you awake?”

“Unfortunately.” He grumbled.

“I think you got sunburn,” you mentioned, eyeing the harsher red of his shoulders, “or is that still from the shower.”

He didn’t answer, only pushed his face further into the pillow. You reached a hand out, laying it flat on the middle of his back. When he didn’t move, but also didn’t seem to protest, you leaned over kissing the red on his shoulders and beginning to gently rub his back.

“I called my mom.”

“You have shitty news delivery skills.” He replied, shifting over so he laying on his back. You followed his movement with your hand, your fingers brushing over his abs as they tensed beneath your touch.

“She basically said ‘screw you and your stuff’. So I guess you were right, we’ll have to go there.” You replied, “though I still think going while Ward is there might not be the best idea ever.”

“I just don’t even wanna think about all that shit tonight.” Rafe huffed.

“Oh well, I can totally help with that.”

It was earlier the next morning that Sarah texted saying that she and Topper could pack up your stuff and Rafe’s and drop it at the resort. A feasible and preferred plan to Rafe’s, going back in that house and provoking his dad would do nothing positive for their relationship or for the vacation. You knew Rafe was pissed and that he would likely stay pissed until he confronted his father but you urged him not to go to that Nassau house. Though your urging proved in vain because his promise to take you to dinner soon turned into a drive down the road to his family house, the two rentals in the driveway signaling that everyone was home.

“Rafe!” You practically hissed as you jumped out of the car, following him to the door, “what the fuck are you doing?”

The sentiment was repeated by Ward as the two of you entered the house, everyone sitting at the table for dinner looking up in shock at the sight of the two of you. You wanted to run back outside and drive away, or sink into the floor and disappear.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Getting my stuff.” Rafe replied, already heading for the hallway while you just waited by the door, frozen, “don’t mind me though, keep having your nice family dinner.”

Ward was quick. He made it around the table and put himself between Rafe and the hallway leading to your rooms, blocking his son from getting to them. You weren’t sure what to do. In favor of not making eye contact with your mom or step-dad you had locked eyes with Topper, who was mouthing a ‘what is he doing’ to you as if you were any more clued in to the situation than anyone else. Was this what you wanted? To be the supportive backbone for someone that you barely knew because you had been crushing on him since you were thirteen and he paid you just the slightest bit of attention on a vacation that would’ve otherwise been hell. What was your motivation? That you liked him...that he liked you and that was just everything you’d ever wanted so you desperately were following him around.

“Get out of my way!” Rafe’s voice pulled you back and you looked over at him and Ward.

“I don’t hear from you for two days, no idea where either of you are...we’re all worried sick, and this is how you treat us? Show up here and waltz in like nothing is wrong, demanding your things?” Ward snapped.

“I called my mom after we checked in...I’m sure she let everyone know where we were.” You replied, “not to mention, you sitting down to eat doesn’t look like you’re too broken up about any of this.”

“You ungrateful bitch-”

“Hey!” Rafe cut his dad off, shoving him just enough that Ward stumbled back. You felt your whole body tense. You needed to get out of this room and this house and, preferably, off this island. This was nuts, this wasn’t permanent. “Don’t talk to her.”

He pushed passed Ward, knocking his shoulder with his dad’s as he headed down the hall toward his bedroom. You knew that you should follow but your feet felt glued to the spot, like you weren’t sure how to make them work anymore. Sarah got up from the table without warning and disappeared down the hall, coming back a moment later with your duffel and suitcase.

“I already packed them yesterday.” She said, passing them to you.

“Thanks.”

Before Sarah could say anything else the shouting from Rafe’s room got louder. Worried, you left your bags by the door and headed into the hallway to see what was going on. Rafe was at the door of his room, completely red-faced, mid-screaming at Ward, louder now that you were standing there, and very much close to tears. Ward was shouting at the same time and even in the room you felt like you could barely make sense of what was being said. It was like walking into something that you had no right to witness.

“Rafe,” you weren’t sure he heard you over the screaming but you placed your hand on his back and it seemed to bring him back into reality as he looked back at you, breathing heavy and labored.

“I swear to god Rafe, you walk out that door and there isn’t a place for you at home.” Ward threatened.

He paused and you almost expected him to turn and apologize or call the whole thing off and decide to stay here. Miserable, sure, but at least he wouldn’t be homeless. But instead he grabbed his stuff and walked out the door passed you.

“Happy?” Ward asked, gaze meeting yours across the room. You heard Rafe call your name from the living room and you looked toward the sound before glancing back at Ward. If you lied, you were sure he could tell. So instead, you said nothing, grabbing your luggage and heading for the door.

You knew you should’ve been happy, in a way. Rafe was basically choosing you over his family and wasn’t that some kind of oddly romantic thing? Except all you felt was a pit in your stomach, eating up whatever feelings you had other than dread, leaving you feeling empty. He was walking away from his dad and his home and you weren’t even sure how you actually felt about him.

Wheezie followed both of you out to the car and you put your bags in while Rafe swore to her that nothing bad was going to happen. “Dad and I just need time to cool off,” he promised.

“But you said we would spend vacation together!” She insisted. He had promised her, before they even left the OBX.

“And we will. I’m not breaking that promise okay?” He hugged her and then walked around the car, getting in the driver’s seat.

You got in the car, trying to ignore the glare that she sent your way. Just when you were starting to gain favor with Wheezie you’d fucked it up again by taking her brother from her. You wanted to apologize and, honestly, you wanted to be in Provincetown with your friends. A nice, drama free vacation...not this mess.

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love-dreams · 4 years ago

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days a-laughing

vernon/reader | long distance!au | bittersweet, fluff, crack

synopsis: the days over the phone were still filled with laughter between the two of you.

content: kinda angsty actually, a lot of bad jokes and puns, clubbing and alcohol consumption, fluff ending, overwatch game, joy from red velvet

wc: 3k

note: thank you for 100 followers!! i can’t believe it, reading my own fics is so cringe for me and i can’t comprehend how 100 people liked my work enough to follow me. thank you and i will continue to work hard and improve.

Day 1

“Hey..” Vernon murmured.

“Yeah, Vern?” you whispered back.

“The phone hurts against my cheek, baby. What do I do.”

You snorted against the pillow, tilting the bright screen towards you, illuminating your exhausted face. “Maybe we should just hang up now. You’ve got a busy schedule tomorrow anyway..”

Through the horrible lighting and quality of the video call, you could still make out Vernon shaking his head, mumbling out, “I can’t. I can’t sleep without you here.”

You smiled tiredly, feeling a prick of heartbreak at the lengths the two of you would go just to see each other. “I know babe, but you’re going to have to manage, okay? You need to sleep now, I’m hanging up now Vernon, goodnight.”

Once you heard a muffled, “Goodnight” come from his side as well, you promptly pressed the red button, and set your phone down on the dresser beside you.

Sighing, you rolled over onto your back, arms and legs splayed out across the entire expanse of the bed with a thin blanket covering your body.

The bed felt so much larger without Vernon sleeping beside you.

Day 2

“It’s raining a lot over here,” you remarked one day, watching the water droplets stream down the glass window of your dorm room.

“Yeah, it’s like...really wet.”

“How would you know? You’re not standing outside are you?”

Vernon hummed, “It’s wet inside my brain. With all my brain juices, you know?”

By the end of his sentence, you were already reeling over in laughter, clutching your stomach as rolls of laughter came out of your mouth.

“Oh my gosh, Vern, you are so lame,” you said in between bouts of laughter. “What the heck are ‘brain juices?’” You finally caught your breath after tears starting pricking at the edges of your eyes, sucking in deep gulps of air to even out your breathing. You could hear hoarse laughter from his side as well.

“I’m glad I could make you laugh.”

You smiled at Vernon, throwing the bed covers over you as you got comfortable. You stretched out your legs, settling into your plush pillows even more.

“You always make me laugh,” you whispered.

Day 3

Vernon was busy on this day, so the two of you didn’t have a chance to call. Instead, you texted him, “Good luck on your performance!” and watched the live stream by yourself on the couch with proud tears prickling at your eyes.

Day 4

Vernon had just finished up his first performance, so you decided to go out with some friends in the evening instead of calling him. You figured he was probably exhausted and needed some of that well-deserved sleep.

You dressed up for the first time in months and went out into a club. Checking your reflection in the mirror, you twirled a bit in your outfit, feeling dolled up and confident.

Would Vernon like this? You automatically thought, turning your body sideways to look at your exposed back.

Smiling at the thought of your dorky boyfriend, you nodded confidently, grabbing your things to head out of the door.

“Y/N!”

You looked around at the sound of your name, trying to pinpoint the location of your friend.

“Girl, over here!”

You laughed at Joy waving her arms from the bar, taking long strides toward her.

“Oh, you look so pretty, Y/N,” she commented as you sat down, evoking a soft blush to overcome your face.

“Look in the mirror, Joy,” you laughed.

Joy winked flirtatiously, “I know, I’m absolutely beautiful.”

The two of you sat together for a while, making light-hearted conversation before ordering some drinks. The bartender slid you your shots and you firmly gripped it, staring at the amber liquid.

Joy raised her glass, clinking it with you, before downing it in one shot. You did the same, copying your friend.

“So how’s it going with Vernon?”

You blinked, a little taken aback at the sudden question. “Oh, we’re fine. He just went overseas for a tour actually.”

Joy nodded, “Yeah, Seventeen’s really getting out there, huh. Well, I’m glad that the two of you have communication, y’all are a good couple.”

You nodded shyly, reaching for another drink. “Let’s not talk about boyfriends, and just have a little fun, shall we?”

Joy blinked before heartily agreeing, “Yes ma’am!”

Day 5

“Arghh,” you groaned, smashing your face back into the pillow. You reached blindly for your phone, raising it closer to you due to your blurry vision.

5 missed calls from Vernon

You called him back, flopping back onto the mattress, arms and legs widely spread.

“Y/N?”

“Who else,” you groaned, flipping your body back to your original position again.

Vernon chuckled, “Joy told me that you two went out. If you can’t take your alcohol, you shouldn’t have started drinking anyway.”

You snuggled deeper into your pillow, whining out, “Yes, I can. Plus, we got home alright, so no worries.”

You hear Vernon sigh on the other side of the line, “Nah, you can’t drink.”

“Can too!”

“Then why the hell are you so hungover?” Vernon laughed, teasing you.

You propped yourself up, pointing drunkenly at the phone, “Hansol Vernon Chwe, once you come back to Korea, I’ll show you!”

Vernon roared with boisterous laughter, “A drinking match? You?”

You snorted, snickering as well. “Yes me, dummy, who else would drink with you?”

“Okay, whatever you say. Take care of yourself Y/N, take some painkillers too. I’m going to hang up now.”

You nodded sleepily, “Goodnight, Vernon.”

“Y/N...it’s morning.”

Day 6

Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm, body tensing as rigid as a board. Your head throbbed with an incessant headache, but it wasn’t unbearable. You mentally thanked Vernon for reminding you of the painkillers. Reaching over for your phone, you realized that it was the sixth day of tour for Vernon, meaning that there was still a concert going on on the other side of the world.

As you got ready and made breakfast, you scrolled through your social media to find the concert videos, clicking on them to watch your boyfriend perform. Watching the passion and energy in Vernon’s eyes automatically evoked a smile tugging at your lips even in the early morning.

Sending Vernon a, “Good job!” text, you headed out of your apartment for the day.

Day 7

Vernon was too exhausted from the tour to check his phone for your texts.

Day 8

“I can’t believe it’s already been a week,” you whispered.

Vernon nodded, chewing on his takeout, “We’re going back to Asia soon though, and then Korea.”

You smiled bittersweetly, “Only 20 more weeks to go! You got this baby.”

“...”

“Vernon?”

“You searched that up didn’t you?”

Day 13

“I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, how can you be so bad at Overwatch. It’s actually insane.”

Vernon made a strangled-type noise over the phone, not bothering to refute your statement.

“You’re hacking,” he irritably retorted after another round, eyebrows scrunching up in frustration.

You laughed, setting the controller aside after the home screen popped back up. Reaching to turn off the monitor, you leaned back into the couch.

Hearing your silence on the other end, Vernon quickly piped up, “That was a joke, Y/N. Don’t take it so seriously.”

You smiled at the blinking phone beside you, retracting your legs onto the couch. You curled up in a ball, head resting on top of your knees.

“I know, Vern. I just miss playing with you.”

“But you are playing with me.”

“You know it’s not the same.”

“Yeah..” Vernon trailed off. “20 more weeks did you say?”

You nodded, humming slightly.

“The last few weeks will be in Korea, so you don’t have to worry, you’ll see me earlier than 20 weeks.”

You didn’t respond, eyes fluttering shut. “Please come back soon, Vernon. I miss you.”

Day 17

“So, how was it?”

You smiled at Vernon’s face through the screen. He looked tired and exhausted, but his signature dimpled smile refused to be overshadowed.

“Amazing. And that’s just the first concert, I can’t wait for the rest.”

You nodded along with him, “I watched the first one actually.”

Vernon grinned wider at you, “How was it? Did I look handsome on camera?”

You giggled, “Nah, sorry but my focus was on Soonyoung.”

He pouted, “Ouch, you can go facetime Soonyoung then.”

You looked down at your fiddling hands, anxiety racking through your body. “You’ll come back right?”

Vernon tilted his head, “What do you mean ‘come back?’ Of course I’m going back to Korea, I live there.”

You nodded, shaking off your shoddy worries, “Yeah, sorry. I’m being stupid.”

Vernon huffed, “Yeah, you are being stupid if you thought that I wasn’t going back to my beautiful, amazing, kickass girlfriend.”

You winked flirtatiously, “Any more?”

“Video game hacker.”

“Oh my gosh, Vernon, I said I wasn’t cheating!”

Day 18

“I just realized that you never said it back the other night.”

“What?”

“What kind of amazing boyfriend I am.”

You snorted, “Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Vernon rolled onto his back to hold up the phone above his face, “Well, it is night and hearing your voice will help me sleep.”

You winked at Vernon, “Come on, Vern, you already know what I’m going to say.”

Vernon pouted up at you until-

“Oof!”

You burst out in laughter, watching the phone fall onto Vernon’s face and his exclamation of pain afterward. Clutching the side of the table, you covered your face with your hand, trying to hide the laughs wracking your body. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the phone stabilize in Vernon’s hands

“Shut up, Y/N. I’m in pain!”

You doubled over, holding the phone closer to you so Vernon could see you laughing in his face.

“Shaking my head, Y/N, honestly.”

You held out a hand in front of you as a pause button, then slowly tried to even out your breathing.

“Okay I swear- I swear I’m okay now. I’m okay.”

“Whatever,” huffed Vernon, “Well, my face isn’t okay.”

Day 24

“It’s your 3-week old grave,” you said sorrowfully, wiping at your eyes. “It’s such a tragedy, seriously. We miss you lots and hope you are having a blessed life in the unknown.” Tissues littered your blankets and you were dressed in your comfiest pajamas. “I won’t ever forget you, I promise.”

“... Y/N did you actually throw me a funeral made of my Guardians of the Galaxy movies?”

You giggled, breaking out of character, “I’m bored and I didn’t lie, I do miss you.”

Vernon sighed, running a hand through his sandy-blonde locks. You could see the shadows of a lamp casted onto his face and the eye bags present under his eyes. He seemed to lose his train of thought for a moment, staring at something beyond the phone.

“Yoohoo? I know I’m very romantic with my words but you don’t have to be so starstruck.”

In a second his eyes were back onto the screen, a lazy grin spreading across his face. Vernon yawned and leaned back on the headboard.

“Of course I’m starstruck. My beautiful girlfriend said she misses me. How could I not be?”

“...”

He cheekily smiled, “Get roasted, I love you too.”

“Vernon, what the hell? That’s not even the right- You know what? No you.”

Day 56

“Do you miss me?” you murmured, “We’re not even halfway through and I’m already tired.”

“I can’t tell if you’re talking about studying for exams or tour.”

You groaned, lightly slamming your face into your open textbook. “Maybe I’m talking about both, I’m very good at multitasking, you know.”

Vernon chuckled, “Is that why you called me at,” he checked his phone, “1:00 in the morning?”

You huffed, straightening up to look straight into Vernon’s eyes. “Don’t expose me.”

“Bye! Love you and good luck on your exams, don’t stay up too late!”

Day 62

You collapsed onto your bed the minute you arrived back at your university dorm. It had been an exhausting, sleep-deprived week of finals and you had finally been liberated from your responsibilities as a student.

Reaching to grab your phone, you noted that it was only 5:00 in the afternoon, leaving you with a couple hours of spare time before your routine check in with Vernon.

“Well what am I going to do now,” you muttered to yourself.

Checking the time again, you sighed and reluctantly sat up on your bed, checking your roommate’s room first before heading into the kitchen. You sluggishly opened the refrigerator, rifling through the assortment of foods in there before grabbing a yogurt and shutting the refrigerator door.

You changed into a comfortable set of pajamas, sighing in content when you leaned back into the plush pillows on top of your bed.

“Good job on being such a mature and responsible adult,” you congratulated yourself, licking your lips as you tore off the plastic sealing of the yogurt. You opened your computer and settled on a classic Marvel movie. Too bad Vern’s not here, you thought, a twinge of sadness striking your stomach.

In the midst of binging the series, your phone started ringing, causing you to pause your movie and reach over to grab it.

“Y/N?”

“You interrupted me and my love, what do you want?”

Vernon paused, confusion wracking his head. “Your what now?”

“And we were just getting to the good part!”

Vernon was speechless from shock for a second before regaining his senses. “Oh? Tell me more.”

You sighed dramatically, “Me and my baes were just chilling before you rudely interrupted us!”

Vernon snorted, “Y/N, first off, I can see the Netflix tab on your computer. Second, how could you watch a Marvel movie without me? I thought that was our thing?”

You moaned out loud, dropping your poor facade. “Sorry baby, but I’m bored and you just woke up and I’m finally done with exams.”

Vernon groaned too, wiping his face with his dry hands. His hair was a mess, like a bird’s nest with all its twigs sticking out.

You inspected him, “Did you even brush your teeth?”

Vernon stayed silent, peeking through his fingers mischievously. “Maybe?”

You let out a groan, closing your laptop shut and wagged your finger at the screen in mock disgust. “Hansol Vernon Chwe, next time call me after you’ve freshened up.”

Vernon let go of his hand, a grin present on his face. “Whatever, I’m handsome either way.”

You smugly smiled, “Sure baby, now go brush your damn teeth.”

Day 107

“Shit, shit, shit,” you muttered under your breath, hands frantically turning over furniture in your dorm, panicked adrenaline rushing through your veins. “Hey, Wendy, did you see my phone anywhere?”

Your roommate popped her head out of her room, “Did you check the bathroom?”

You threw your head back in embarrassment, “Oh my god you’re right, I am literally so dumb.”

Wendy chuckled softly before closing the door.

You rushed out of your dorm with all of your things, hurrying into the cab. It was the one hundred and seventh day of living without your boyfriend and truth be told, you were far too ready for it to end. By now you were aching to feel the arms of your boyfriend wrapped around you and the warmth of his body beside you. You missed the movie marathons and the silly inside jokes the two of you shared.

Sighing, you took out your phone, scrolling through your latest messages with the members.

“11:25,” you murmured to yourself, “Terminal B.”

When the taxi pulled to a stop, you eagerly stepped out, searching frantically for the large bold letters. When you finally noticed the sign, you quickly weaved around the swarms of people and suitcases, walking through the sliding doors into the heated airport.

You pulled out your phone and called Vernon’s phone number. You stood motionless in the tornado of noise and chaos around you.

You heard him pick up: “Y/N?”

You took in a deep breath, “I’m at the terminal, I’m freaking out, what do I do.”

“Wait, are you at the entrance? I’ll go find you.”

“Okay,” you meekly answered, still a little overwhelmed by all the movement around you. “Wait,” you brusquely cut.

“Yeah?”

“Stay on the phone, just in case I get lost I have you.”

Vernon chuckled and you could hear the background noise of footsteps. “You’re not going to die in the airport Y/N. Worst comes to worst we’ll have the security search for you.”

You physically shuttered at the thought, choosing to bide your time by leaning against one of the airport’s pillars, trying to shield yourself from the crowds of people. “Nah, just let me die of embarrassment then. That’s what moms looking for their four year old kids do.”

You could only hear his short breaths on the other side of the phone mixed in with the ambience of the airport. You exhaled disappointedly at his lack of a reaction, picking at the fabric of your jacket. “Vern, you there-”

“Y/N!”

Suddenly you heard the shout of your name. You looked up in surprise, almost dropping your phone.

Then you saw him. Bundled in a scarf with his jacket hanging over his arm, was Vernon. He was still holding his phone as well, his other hand pulling his suitcase along with him. The morning sunlight hit his face perfectly, making his sandy locks glow in the sun. He had a beaming smile on his face, small dimples present with crescent eyes. It was like a scene from a drama, even though there were people rushing past the two of you, they were all blurred out of focus.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion afterward. You don’t notice the first teardrop gliding down your skin until Vernon cups your cheek gently, brushing it off with his thumb.

He stared lovingly into your eyes, “Missed me?”

You buried your face into his chest, tears streaming down your face, “Always.”

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angelaiswriting · 4 years ago

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Of Matches and Dates | Bandit x fem!reader

[video by rodnae productions from pexels]

✏️ Pairing: Bandit x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: with Valentine’s Day around the corner, Dominic’s friends have managed to convince him to download a dating app. (Not requested, but inspired by the lovely @kind-wolf as always)

✏️ A/N: this is just a lil something for Valentine’s day. I’m still working on my fluff skills :’) Domi’s dating profile is at the bottom of the fic: it took me forever to make but I’m so proud :’) enjoy 💛

✏️ Warnings: none :’)

✏️ Word-count: 5,274

OF MATCHES AND DATES

The club is packed — and Dominic is too tired to even care, for once. His back is burning, and there’s a nasty gash on his left thigh that a doctor has stitched up too tightly and that’s constantly making him ground his teeth every time the muscle tenses up.

He’s forgotten whose stupid idea it was to go out clubbing not even three hours after coming back from a mission on the other face of the Earth, but he does remember he’s there to be Eli’s wingman just in case his date dumps him last minute. It won’t happen, of course, but the kid still worries when it comes to a pretty lady he’s matched with on Matcher.

Matcher is the latest novelty at the base, or so that’s the impression he’s had ever since his jet landed not so long ago. Even Monika has signed up for an account — It’s great to pass time, Domi! You should download it, it’s free, or that’s what she said the second before tearing his phone from his hands to download it herself.

“Here, I brought you drink!” Alexsandr tears him from his musings — and the dull soreness still crawling underneath his skin — and unceremoniously slaps a shot of vodka on the small, high table he’s been leaning against. By the time the glass is halfway to his lips, Dominic has the time to notice half of its contents have sloshed out onto the metal surface of that dingy thing; he doesn’t care: he simply tilts his head back, lets the alcohol wash down his throat and prays it’ll numb everything to a low hum.

“Where is everyone else?” he asks, hissing when someone bumps into his back in passing. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt like every single muscle in his body felt so pulled and tight, but he’s already set up his mind to barge into Harry’s office the next morning and ask for — or demand — the longest leave he’s ever thought of asking.

Alex shrugs and quickly empties the shot he has in his right hand, for the one in his left is already empty. The bar is right behind them, though, so they both know they’ll be making back and forth more times than one would rather know. “Somewhere in there,” he replies, jutting his chin in the general direction of the mess of bodies behind Dominic’s back. “Adriano has a date, too, so he ditched us.”

“So did Elias, Monika and Seamus.” He turns around briefly, throws a look around to try and see if he can get a glimpse of the friends they’ve come here with, but miserably fails.

“Stupid dating apps, making men our age third-wheel like this.” Alexsandr groans something in Russian then, but it’s under his breath and Dominic would never be able to tell what that was with the noise in there — he also doesn’t speak Russian, he finds himself realizing a minute too late. “But I met the French at the bar, they rented out a VIP room for the night.”

“We should gatecrash it.”

Ten minutes later, eight of which spent downing one drink after the other in the vain attempt to outdrink each other, both men walk into the French’s VIP room behind Gustave Kateb, whose English has already started slurring into French when he doesn’t focus enough.

The French aren’t the only people there: Marius sends Dominic a pleading look as Lion fills his head with his usual bullshit, and a bunch of recruits who’ve somehow had the chance to hang around the more seasoned operators sit on the couch on the far left of the room and listen to what Y/N and Finka are enlightening them with. The two women turn around to greet them and although Dominic’s eyes trail down the plummeting neckline of Y/N’s shimmery top, he still has enough attention to spare to notice how the rookies hang from her lips as she keeps on talking.

Alexsandr’s exclamation of jubilee, however, tears him from the sight of the only one he’s had a crush on for a long time now and there’s nothing he can do to stop the other from dragging him towards the couch Montagne is sitting on with not one, not two, but three bottles of vodka on the low table in front of him.

“What do a Russian, a French and a German have in common?” Gilles asks, raising a shot glass and chuckling drunkenly as icy droplets of alcohol trail down the glass and onto the still-bruised skin between his right thumb and forefinger.

“Their hatred for this goddamn dating app?”

But Alex slaps him up the back of his head as he takes the shot their tipsy friend is handing him. “Alcohol!” he booms, making more than a couple of heads turn around before drinking his glass dry as though it didn’t contain but water.

They end up sitting together, Dominic to the right and Alexsandr to the left of Montagne, their knees pressing into each other’s as they joke and drink. They’re the only three in the room that have just come back from a mission abroad, and no one comes to bother them for a long time as they try to relax and let go. The topic of discussion, however, quickly shifts back to the fucking dating app.

Matcher seems to be all the rage, and it somehow manages to sneak its way into even the most unassuming conversations. Neither of them would by now be able to assert with utmost certainty if there truly is someone at the base that doesn’t use it — apart from the people that have spent the last two weeks on a mission, completely detached from the civilian world, that is.

“I’ve heard Blitz has already had something like fifteen dates so far, in less than three weeks at that!” Gilles’ English is softened and slurred out by his French, the same French that always comes back every time he goes beyond a certain threshold when it comes to drinking.

“Fifteen?!” Alexsandr almost cries out, comically counting on his fingers until he’s reached the right number, almost as though by doing that, he’ll be able to fully comprehend the extent of Elias’ adventures.

“He’s fucked with only seven of them, though,” adds Dominic, tipping down another shot before leaning back against his seat, spreading his arms on the backrest and letting his hands hang against the cool faux leather.

Yet again, Alex counts on his fingers — up to seven, and then up to fifteen, just to see how big the difference between the two is. “Christ,” is his only comment just before he takes a long sip straight from the bottle, long enough to finish the two fingers of liquid that remain in it.

“Monique made me download it,” and it takes them a minute to put two and two together and realize Gilles is talking about IQ in his frenchified English. “Snatched mon portable from my hands and gave it back with that fucking app on my home screen.”

Dominic scoffs, the French’s experience with his colleague hitting closer to home than he would have thought possible before today. “Did the same to me. If you had given her five minutes more, she would’ve created an account for you like she did mine.”

They’re curious, both the French and the Russian, and while Gilles is chill, Dominic knows Alexsandr is not going to let him live this down. So, their quick Show us! turns into some rearranging on their seats so that Dominic ends up finding himself trapped between his two friends, looming over him like some vultures.

“Since when do you like cooking dates?” asks Alex when the app opens on Dominic’s personal profile page.

“Monika chose everything, said ‘pussy’ isn’t respectable enough as an interest. Cooking dates apparently work better at getting women, or so she says.”

“You sure she didn’t want you to match up with her?”

“Don’t listen to Frenchie, show us who it makes you match with!” Alex’s hand is quick at shooting out, but Dominic is quicker, pulling his phone away so that his now pouting friend can’t get a hold of it.

“I’ll use it. I don’t want you messing up my app.”

“I thought you didn’t like the idea of having it.”

“And I don’t! I’m just bored!”

But he still touches the search icon, and the other two almost hold their breaths as they wait for the shitty reception inside the club to allow the page to fully load and replace the pulsating hearts of the logo to leave their place to profile pictures.

The first is a 37-year-old woman with curly ginger hair and eyes of two different colors — they’re both brown, but there’s some blue in the left one, as well.

“Pretty,” says Gilles just as Dominic reads what her profession is — florist. “Match with her.”

But Dom is good — and he tells them that, pushing their hands away from his phone to prevent them from doing things with his app. “Make your own account and stop bugging me about mine,” he replies as his fingers tap the bubble with the golden star icon — not a match, more like a ‘save for later’ and although he’s had plenty of one-night stands, ‘saving’ someone ‘for later’ makes him feel fifty different shades of dirty.

The second woman is South African, a bit too far away, but with his job, he could end up anywhere in the world. So, he saves Bea for later before Alex makes him change his search parameters so that the system would find people closer to his actual location.

There’s a barista he’s seen plenty of times at the pub he and Marius often go to. She’s pretty, on the tall side, with hair cut chin-level short and a tattoo that snakes its way up the side of her neck and that he now sees trails down deeper underneath the low-cut tank top she’s wearing in her profile picture. Matcher says her name is Andrea, so he can now put his curiosity to sleep and stop wondering how he should call her.

Alexsandr taps the two-heart button to match him up with her before he can stop him, and the three of them sit there for a long time — or so at least it seems, with the rest of the party blatantly ignoring them as operators come and go as they please — checking out women and deciding what to do with them. And really, it sounds so bad in Dom’s mind when he puts it into those words — they’re judging someone based on one picture and literally three other facts about them — but that’s still the truth of the thing. Some women end up in the starred ��save for later’ section — which they’ve found out is much nicer than it seems and it’s just a way to still be able to chat without necessarily match yet —, some get skipped, and Andrea is still the only one in his matches — she still has to match back with him, and deep down Dominic can’t help but wonder how their next encounter at the pub is going to feel like.

It’s endless profiles later, when Montagne stands up to ‘go piss’ — or so he says, kicking finesse out of the window — that a familiar face pops up on the app.

Alex chuckles, almost choking on his hundredth vodka, taken by the surprise of such a sight. “Hey! But that’s —” He’s cut off when Dominic elbows him in his left side, where he knows Alex is bruised — there’s no need to yell Y/N’s name in a room full of people drinking, talking and — he notices when he quickly looks around to make sure no one is paying them any mind — making out in the love-seat in a corner.

Dominic should have expected it, really, Monika did tell him everyone and their mother has downloaded Matcher at the base, and that includes Y/N, but he’s still taken aback because he’s had a crush on her for the longest time now and while he has balls of steel and he’s known for it, he still has… problems approaching her when it doesn’t come to missions or training.

But by God, is she pretty! Both in-person and in that picture still floating on his screen. There’s a sunflower field behind her and she’s sporting trekking boots, camo shorts, and a white tank top on a dusty, Ukrainian road. He was there, when the picture was taken — seven months ago, during the last mission they had been deployed to together — with a bunch of other operators, of course. They had taken a couple of days off when things had been wrapped and some of them had stayed behind before finally coming back to Hereford.

And there she is, grinning at him from up close — technologically speaking, that is —, dog tags disappearing between her breasts under her tank top and her head tilted to the side, eyes almost squinting against the late-morning sun. There’s everything on her profile bubble — less than ten miles away, her age, her country of origin, and then that vague ‘police’ typed out next to the white icon of a briefcase, a description Monika’s put into his profile as well.

“So?” But Alex is distracted by Gilles coming back and sitting down once again next to Dominic, and he doesn’t continue.

“Found anyone interesting while I was gone?”

“Y/N,” is Alex’s unsolicited reply. “But this chicken won’t do shit about it.”

Dominic groans. “Why do you have to be so annoying? Jesus! There, matched her. You happy now?” he complains, tapping the match! bubble with the two hearts before he has much time to overthink. “It’ll make for a good laugh when she opens her app.”

They’re all bored anyway, and he’s known for — almost — always choosing the fun way of doing something. She will match him, send him a haha domi gotcha! great to see u on this app — all lowercase, often with that ‘u’ instead of ‘you’ — through the chat feature, and then they’ll be able to laugh it off during training. It could make for a nice sort of inside joke, he muses as he puts his phone away for the night and reaches for the bottle of vodka.

By the time his friends drag him back to the dance floor to try and loosen up their sore muscles, he’s received some matching requests and more than just ‘a few’ messages in his chat from so many different people that he feels his head is spinning.

It’s early morning already when he, Alex and Gilles wait for their Uber to come and pick them up, all of them with more drinks in their body than there is water. The other two have downloaded Matcher for shits and giggles and are now busy sorting through their recommended profiles.

They’ve all warmed up to it — they’ve all used other dating apps in the past, so one more is not a problem, even more when they’re easily bored and with fewer and fewer ideas on how to pass the time they spend between missions.

It’s only when Alexsandr complains that Why am I not getting hot operators too? with a comic pout on his face that Dominic’s phone goes off vibrating in the back pocket of his pants for the millionth time. He picks it out to finally delete the stupid app — too many notifications in too little time, and he’s too tired to be patient.

The notification message reads It’s a match! with an obnoxious sparkling heart emoji, though, and that suddenly turns his mood around and makes him curious. He hasn’t got a real, mutual match yet, just lots of stars that are probably enough to light up the night sky. So he unlocks his phone, opens the app, and after the rather-cheesy explosion of hearts going off on the screen, he finally sees who’s matched him back and the name both knocks the wind out of him and makes him laugh, all at the same time.

He brings it up to her the next day. It’s just after his training session, when he’s walking around the grounds of the Base to take his mind off of things and Y/N is leaving the armory facility. She waves at him, and he can’t but jog up to her to walk with her for a bit.

There’s some small talk, stuff about plans for this next stretch of time before a mission, catching up like friends or colleagues do, and then he drops it — Now that we’ve matched on that dating app, we should go on a date! He says it with a smile in his eyes and laughter in his voice, but it all fades into silence when he realizes that what he’s seeing on her face is confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

He frowns. Maybe she doesn’t remember it. “We matched on Matcher last night. I got your notification when I left the club.” It comes off as a question — what could have been an attempt at shooting his shot in a best-case scenario or something done out of fun in any other case, seems to be quickly turning around to bite him in the ass.

The look on her face is of utter mortification as she looks up at him, realization slowly and then quickly catching up on her like some avalanche. ‘Mortified’ is the last thing he would have thought to see on her face, and he’s taken aback, for once he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. Maybe she doesn’t do older. Or she doesn’t do colleagues. Or maybe she sees him as a big brother — most of the recruits seem to somehow see him that way for the first months, despite him never doing anything to even remotely prompt that kind of behavior.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” she finally says, hiding her face behind her hands. “I was shit-faced last night. Lera and I were fucking around with my app since she says I always get the hot ones, I must’ve done it at that moment. I didn’t think I’d get people from the Base, I’m so sorry. Forget about that, please: I didn’t want to make things weird.”

He’s… bummed, there’s no other way to put it. It kind of stings his pride, in a way, but he sees where she’s coming from. He just… didn’t expect for her to not take it jokingly — after all, they are similar in that, and their sense of humor always makes them find the fun side in almost anything.

“Nah, don’t worry.”

But he’s still thinking about it three days later, and both Marius and Elias, and then Monika, Gilles and Alex as well, have tried to come up with a way to fix it — they don’t exactly know what needs fixing, it’s just a stupid dating app, but the look in Y/N’s eyes is still mortified every time Dominic crosses her path.

It’s only when he’s chilling with Lera and Elias on Wednesday night, discussing possible plans for Valentine’s day, coming up on Sunday, that the topic of Matcher and the apparently dramatic match with Y/N crawls its way into the conversation once more. It’s just the three of them in the lounge room, feet up on the coffee table or on the long part of the L-shaped couch, legs crossed at the ankles.

And for a moment it’s like going back to stupid high school crushes when Lera lets it slip that Y/N is simply too embarrassed to admit that she squealed and giggled like a teenager when she got Domi’s match request over the weekend. That that is the reason why she’s so mortified and she — Lera — is tired of trying to convince her that there’s nothing wrong in finding a colleague hot. Brunsmeier is a handsome man, I’d be surprised if the thought had never crossed your mind! — that’s how she recounts it, glancing at Dominic and shrugging her shoulders.

“She’s just afraid the truth might come out,” she says. “To which I’m not opposed, I’m tired of hearing her babble about it every time she starts doubting herself.”

At first, Dominic’s only reply is a pensive hum as he brings the almost-empty beer bottle to his lips for a sip. “I didn’t think she’d somehow take it personally. I would’ve expected her to joke about it, that’s why I was confused.”

They end up thinking of a plan — send her flowers and chocolates, with a note attached, and then show up at her and Lera’s shared dorm room to take her out on a Valentine’s date. His playful crush isn’t that much of a secret when it comes to his friends, after all: he does get drunk — eventually — and he does let his tongue loose — loose enough to hint at stuff he wouldn’t exactly boast while sober.

So, the next day, they put their plan into motion. A delivery man delivers Y/N the biggest bouquet of roses Dominic has managed to find on the website of a nearby flower shop at almost one in the morning, and it’s not only a surprise to her, but to all the operators and recruits that have stayed behind in the mess hall after breakfast as well.

They watch as she eyes the bouquet, lips parted, a frown of almost suspicion on her face — and from that table, Lera sends him a knowing smirk and a raise of an eyebrow that seems to tell him that she was not expecting such an obnoxious thing.

The exchange doesn’t miss Monika’s eye, and the operator is quick at putting two and two together. She slaps his bicep, and when he turns around to glare at her, almost intimidating her to shut her mouth, she smirks. “Look at you, who would’ve thought?” Her German is hushed, and it makes their fellow German colleagues chuckle, too. “Decided to make a move?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“I told you that app wasn’t that bad!” she adds when Elias tells her how things have come to that.

The next day, Dominic makes sure Lera leaves his box of Swiss pralines on Y/N’s bed — and she promptly texts him back when her roommate and friend finds it after her monthly session in Harry’s office.

When Saturday comes around, Y/N’s confusion has taken the place of the mortified look in her eyes, and Lera has started trying to convince him to come forward before her friend would start thinking of some joke. Y/N’s not the type to get spooked out — a last-minute secret admirer just in time for Valentine’s day delivering gifts is the least dangerous thing she’s probably ever come across, but he knows it’s time to ask her out.

He finds her in the very lounge room Elias and Lera talked him into moving things forward. She’s sitting on the window bench, staring out at the park of the base and at the flour-like snowflakes coming down and twirling in the wind, before it turns into rain before nightfall.

“Hey,” she greets him before he has time to make a sound, seeing his reflection in the windowpane. “If you’re going to tease me for the ginormous bouquet I got the other day like everyone else did, please don’t.” She chuckles, though, and turns around when he sits at the other end of the bench.

“Nah, I won’t be childish this time.” There’s a grin on his face as he pulls his feet up and rests his arms on his bent knees, teasing her own leg with a foot for a moment just to make her laugh. “Have any clues on who the secret admirer is?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m quite sure Lera knows who this is, but I haven’t been able to tear it out of her yet.”

It’s quiet for a while before Dominic starts saying Look, there’s something I— before he stops mid-sentence and looks up at her. She’s staring back at him almost expectantly, when someone dashes through the hall and distracts them for a moment.

“I’m sorry that match made you feel the way it did,” he says, “but I’m still glad I sent my request. And I know deep down you are too, you’re just afraid of things going the wrong way.” When she frowns, her lips parting, he scoots closed and lays a hand on her knee. “A little bird told me.”

“Yeah, a Russian one, maybe?” She covers her face with her hands, much like she did at the beginning of the week, before she sighs. “Lera likes to babble.”

“I don’t mind.” His hand gives her knee a gentle squeeze, and he waits for her to look at him again. “It finally gave me the excuse to ask you out on Valentine’s day. If you’re down for it, that is.”

On Sunday, he shows up at her door at half-past six, wearing fucking tux pants for once in his life. He’s cleaned up nice — trimmed his beard a bit, combed his hair back with some cream, stole a few drops of Alex’s perfume when he and Gilles made themselves at home in his room while he was getting ready. She’s begged him to skip the roses next time, and so he’s standing there with a bunch of wildflowers in one hand, wondering why the fuck there’s butterflies in his stomach.

She’s just as beautiful as ever when she opens the door, and Lera is nowhere to be found when she invites him in so that she can put his flowers in some water. Red dress, black coat, killer heels, painted lips — she almost takes his breath away.

“You’re stunning.” The honesty in his voice makes her stutter for a moment before he lets her give him a hug.

“You’re not any less,” she grins, pecking his cheek before following him outside and then to the garage level.

He makes her ride behind him on his bike, and the dinner at the overpriced fancy restaurant he’s managed to book last-minute passes in a flash. But even despite that, he doesn’t miss the way she warms up — and opens up — the more they chat: long gone is the mortification he knows she’s felt at the idea of possibly having made things awkward or of having given her crush on him away, and they actually find themselves getting to know each other better through tales from both missions and their civilian lives and childhood.

When they’re forced to leave the restaurant to leave their place to the second turn of patrons on such a busy February night, they walk around the center of the city arm in arm, both wrapped up tightly in their jackets and with their helmets in hand. They talk and talk, and the more they do, the more that faint shadow of embarrassment they felt throughout the week evaporates from their shoulders much like the condensation leaving their lips.

Neither of them is in the mood to return to Hereford just yet. It’s nice to be out and about, doing normal things, falling for what Dominic considers a well-thought-out marketing strategy — although he won’t lie by saying he’d rather be doing something else tonight, or spend time with someone else.

“I’m glad you matched me,” she suddenly confesses, the both of them hurrying up to cross the street before the traffic light turns red. “I would’ve never had the guts to. And I’m glad you did what you did and that we’re now here.”

He grins at her, pulling her closer into his side by wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Vodka is the best remedy against bullshitting instead of taking action,” he jokes, and she laughs.

He stares at her as she does, unable to keep in that chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m sure, Sanya always says the same bullshit,” she laughs, shaking her head before pointing at the bowling alley with her helmet, her other arm wrapped securely around his waist. “I don’t wanna go back yet. What do you think about some bowling?”

When they get back at the Base at around three in the morning, Dominic has a rip in the crotch of his pants and they’re both still giggling like kids at the memory of how comically loud the ripping sound seemed when he bent to throw his ball. They were joking around, in the bowling track further from the entrance, when it happened and she had to stand right behind him as he walked back to their booth, both of them laughing loudly, his cheeks burning red in an uncharacteristic moment of embarrassment.

“Bring me your pants when you wake up, I’ll fix them for you,” she chuckles, her hand still wrapped tightly in his.

“We should go bowling again,” he replies instead, looking down at her, now a bit shorter since she’s walking barefoot, her heels in his other hand. “With a proper attire this time, though.”

“Sure, why not?” Her excitement makes him smile, and even in the night lights always on throughout the Base during the night, he can see how her eyes seem to grin up at him. “I’d be ecstatic to watch you lose miserably a second time.”

“You only had luck!” But it’s not a real complaint — after all, he is shit at bowling, but he’s loved spending tonight with her and he’d be happy to replicate it more than just once. “And I let you win.”

“Of course.” Her chuckle is low now that they’re in the sleeping quarters.

And although they should go to bed and get ready for the day of training and simulations awaiting for them when they wake up, they still seem to linger, standing there, in front of the door of her dorm, still hand in hand, smiling at each other.

“Thank you for tonight,” she says eventually, taking a step closer to give him a quick good-night hug, and she grabs her heels when he hands them to her.

“Likewise. I really enjoyed it. We should do it again.” He puts the idea out there, but when she smiles sweetly at him all his doubts seem to sizzle and evaporate.

“We should,” she nods, her fingers playing with his.

“Just ring me up when you’re free from your Matcher dates,” he grins, winking at her, hinting at the quite numerous dates she told him she had since downloading the app.

“Nah, I’m deleting it. I got the one match that matters most, so there’s no reason in keeping on looking.” She balances herself by putting both hands on his shoulders and pecks the corner of his mouth. “Good night, Domi.”

When he opens the door of his room, still grinning, the last thing he’s expecting to find is some of his friends waiting around for him just to know how his date has gone.

“So?” Monika asks, standing up from where she’s been sitting in his desk chair, eyes tired and hair tousled.

“We brought vodka,” Alex grins, raising an almost empty bottle while Gilles points at the empty glasses on the nightstand. “We’ve been waiting for this day for too long!”

“Sorry, man,” Marius says from his bed, both eyes closed and ankles crossed.

“We couldn’t stop them and shooting them dead wasn’t an option,” is what Elias aads, and Dominic knows it’s going to be a long night. But when he’s done talking, he knows he’s deleting that goddamn app, too.

[credits: psd (mine) | dominic | random guy #1 | random guy #2]

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letshaikyuu · 4 years ago

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I’m kinda new to this sooo I’m srry if I mess anything up..😣😣so I ran out of Sachiro fics😤😤 and I need moooreee!! If you don’t mind, can I have a scenario where it’s raining and Sachiro doesn’t have an umbrella and waits for the rain to stop but the reader gives him her umbrella even though she’ll still get wet💧very fluffy, ty in advance❤️❤️❤️

𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞? 🌂

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It’s when Sachiro is finally ready to run out and get wet, risking getting sick and missing practice, when he doesn’t feel wet drops anymore, but shelter over his head. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff; female reader 𝐚/𝐧: I shall dedicate this fluff to a good friend of mine @caxsthetic who I know became a fan of this guy a while back. Hope you still like him over your first husband - flat-ass Oikawa, babe <3

Sachiro never really minded the rain. It felt comforting most of the time, when he’s under the covers of his bed and he has a hot cup of tea on his bedside table. The steady fall of the rain having a calming effect on the high school student. But, now, standing under the final roofing of the school and watching how large drops of water are falling fast and fogging his view in front of him, he could only curse at it. He, now, officially hated rain.

“I can’t believe I forgot my umbrella,” he groaned and looked at his phone screen. He had been standing here, at the entrance of the school, for the past 20 minutes or so, listening and looking at the falling rain. He had been hoping that it would at least start falling less, allowing him to run to the closest bus stop – he’d survive spending a few extra bucks for riding a few more stops than usual to get back home.

Unfortunately for him, the rain didn’t seem like it would stop anytime soon, Sachiro’s patience running thin. He looked down at his shoes, the shoes he usually wears with his uniform not providing any comfort and the material not made to run through puddles of water without making his feet wet. They were just dress shoes, glistening in the rain. His uniform, luckily provided some kind of warmth, but as the night sky started to become evident, so did the cold and harsh wind.

He shivered underneath his school jacket, looking out at ongoing vehicles and their flashing long lights. How he wished he had his license right now and a car to drive back home.

“I love when the weather forecast doesn’t mention rain at all and it just starts pouring,” he grumbles and starts slightly moving and shaking his body, trying to provide some kind of warmth by moving instead of standing there and cursing at the sky. He was, in lack of better wording, fucked.

A few minutes passed and Sachiro finally decided to risk it and start running to the nearest bus stop. If nothing was against him, he should be at the bus stop 10 minutes tops and his jacket should at least shield him somewhat from the onslaught of falling water.

He readied his bag, pushing it up to his chest so that no water makes it inside and onto his books and notes, while his other hand clutched and kept the jacket on top of his head, the wind making it difficult to balance it.

“I can’t wait for coach to be pissed if I get sick now,” he thought to himself, ready to set off and run, his athletic abilities and long legs making it easier for him to cross the distance in a shorter period of time than others.

His foot had just left the shelter of the roof and his hand felt the first droplets of water, when he stopped feeling the rain. Now, instead of hearing rainfall flat on the ground, it felt like there was something covering his head and preventing the rain from soaking him.

Looking up, he saw just that – a simple, black umbrella. His gaze then moved to the hand holding it, skin looking so soft that he couldn’t help but think how he needed to touch it and feel it himself. And, finally, his gaze moved to the person holding said umbrella.

It was a girl he had never seen before, until now. She didn’t look familiar, but Sachiro could see their school uniform on her figure as well. She looked to be his age, maybe younger, but he couldn’t tell. In fact, Sachiro would be lying if he said that he knew his schoolmates well. He had his own interests – now, mainly volleyball – and that was enough to occupy his mind and make his interactions with fellow classmates slim.

“Saw that you needed some help,” your soft voice lingered in his ears, “so, here’s my umbrella.”

His eyes danced between you and the umbrella, the rain still falling.

“Uhm,” he usually had plenty of words for a high-quality comeback, but he seemed to stumble on them, “what are you doing?”

He couldn’t help it, he was as straightforward as people could get. His few interactions with people outside of the volleyball world proving just how Sachiro sucked at meeting and interacting with new people, especially in awkward situations like this.

He saw them in movies, scenes like this; where the guy would save the girl by giving her his umbrella and then running off into the night, the girl hoping that she’d see him again and give him back his umbrella, and hopefully getting to know him.

Sachiro would usually narrow his eyes at scenes like that, too cheesy in his opinion, but being in that same scene now, he wished he had paid attention to them when he had the chance too. If he were in the girl’s shoes, he’d scoff and walk away because he was too rude to begin with.

But, the girl only laughed. And, she laughed loudly, cackling while looking at Sachiro’s confused face, the umbrella shaking with her. He felt embarrassed and he could feel his cheeks redden as her laughter started to die down. She finally stopped, wiping a fallen tear from her face before looking up directly at Sachiro.

“You really are straightforward, huh?”

She joked, her smile wide and stretching across her face. To Sachiro, that wide curve on her face was enough to make his heartbeat loudly in his chest, as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He was never silent like this, but the girl proved that, in fact, even Sachiro could be shut up from time to time.

“Here,” she grabbed his hand and placed the umbrella in it, “you can have it. I have someone waiting for me close by, so I can probably run the distance to them.”

His grip on the umbrella was pretty weak, his thoughts occupied by the feeling of her soft hand wrapped around his, eliciting a huge red hue to spread across his cheeks. Sachiro couldn’t even say a proper thank you, but her smile was enough for him to know that she understood him completely.

“You can give it to me at school next week, I’m in the class next to yours,” she said, her arms clutching her bag close to her chest before lowering her head and running off into the rain. “See you!” He could see her look back and yell out, trying to overpower the sound of the falling rain.

“Wait!” He yelled out, but she was too far for the sound to reach her and, soon enough, she was out of his sight.

Sachiro looked up at the black umbrella cover his head. He chuckled, looking at the school’s entrance gate, where the girl had run off to. For someone who found scenes like this too cheesy, Sachiro could finally see the beauty in them.

“Next week it is, then,” he said before he, too, stepped into the pouring rain, but, unlike the girl, he held tightly onto an umbrella, her umbrella, while walking off to the nearest bus stop. Sachiro couldn’t wait for next week and, he thought to himself, hoped that it would rain yet again, so that, maybe, the two could stand under the same umbrella together.

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