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pupandangelscoffee · 4 years ago

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SWEET LIKE SUGAR, DANGEROUS LIKE SNAKES

Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley x Reader

Genre: Action, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of drugs, mentions of being shot, mentions of being attacked, jumping out of window (no death), mentions of deaths in the past, inappropriate language

Synopsis: When Buck and Eddie agreed to do an undercover job for Athena, they didnt expect to meet someone like you

Wordcount: 2387

Taglist: @enterprise-medical

When Athena had come to Bobby with the request to allow two of his firefighters go undercover to a rather inclusive underground dance club, he had been against the idea. For one, he didn’t want to put Eddie or Buck in danger, but most importantly, he knew how reckless those two could be and he didn’t want them to risk being caught up in anything more dangerous than their everyday work. But after some persuading from both his wife and the two men in question, he had given in.

That is exactly why they are now standing in the door of your dance studio, eyes following your every move as you lead the group choreo, believing that you had yet to take notice of them and Athena. However, when you send them a smile through the mirror, Buck feels his breath get stuck in his throat. Eddie chuckles between his friend, feeling how the other stopped breathing for a moment while Athena shoots the young male a quick glare. “Remember, Buck, this mission is extremely important. Do not compromise it by sticking your slong where it does not belong,” she hisses as you finish up the dance and make your way over to them. “So, these two are the ones I am supposed to take with me?” You ask with a rather hushed voice, looking them over before raising a brow at Athena. “Listen, Athena, I respect you but with those clothes, they will stick out like a pink elephant in a black room.” You state blankly, earning an offended scoff from the two men and a small chuckle from Athena. Before any of the three could even reply, another girl walks up behind you and wraps her arm around your waist. “Hey babe, who are these two flamingos?” She asked, studying the men from head to toe before chuckling at their appearance. “Did you pick them up at the circus?” She added, making you giggle and shake your head before retorting “nah, I found them outside the clown school. Apparently, they got kicked out for looking too much like a giraffe that drank too much paint.” While the two men look incredibly offended at your comments, Athena tried to bite back her laughter. “Do we have to work with them? They are mean.” Buck whines softly, looking at Athena like a puppy that was just kicked.

Shaking your head a bit, you turn to look at your friend. “Okay, Marie, you will help these two gentlemen find some new clothes, okay? Afterwards Marcel and I will see how well they can dance and help them learn some moves, so they won’t stick out like a wedding dress at a funeral at the party tonight.” You instruct her, earning a small nod before she rushes off, dragging the two dumbfounded men along. “You will take good care of them, right? Otherwise I may lose my husband, they are like sons to him.” Athena explains causing you to nod with a soft smile playing on your lips. “Don’t worry, Athena. I will watch over them like my life depends on them. I just hope that Travis won’t figure out what we are trying to do. I would prefer not getting shot again.” You state before sending her off with a wave.

An hour later, Marie returns with Eddie and Buck, both looking more like they would belong to your scene than being model citizens. At this point, you had discarded your shirt and Buck had to do everything in his willpower not to stare at your chest. “We are back, and they finally don’t look like tropical birds in a crowd of crows.” Marie informs you, smiling at you through the mirror before grabbing her bag and waving goodbye to you, rushing out of the practice room. Turning to the men, you introduce them to Marcel before instructing them to show you some of their dance moves. To your surprise, Eddie was rather good at an assortment of dance styles, whether it was just basic salsa or some sort of break dancing, he was doing well enough that you didn’t have to fear for him to stick out unnecessarily. Buck, however, well he was a completely different story. You wouldn’t say he couldn’t dance, he could, but The Sprinkler and The Carlton would not be received well in any club, especially not one as exclusive as the one you were planning to take them tonight. While you managed not to burst out laughing, Marcel was on the ground, crying from the laughter that was ripping through his body. “Please, please do not do that when we are out tonight.” You beg gently, trying to not let the laughter get out that you were trying to keep down, eyes flicking over to Eddie, who is very amused by his friend’s interesting dance style.

You end up taking some mercy on the poor man, stepping closer to him, and placing his hands on your waist. “Just follow my lead, darling.” You say softly right as the music starts before starting to lead him, giving him a gentle smile as he stumbles a few times. After a few hours of showing him random dance moves that would be acceptable in the club, you hum in succeed. “Great, imma go shower and then we can head out.” You state before grabbing your bag before heading to the shower.

The smell of sweat and alcohol are the first things that hit Eddie and Buck when they finally get to enter the club. You had introduced Eddie as your boyfriend and Buck as your friend from a few states over to get them access to the club and Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t feel his heart sting when you introduced Eddie as your boyfriend instead of him. Weaseling your way through all the bodies, you lead the two boys over to the table where your friends are sitting and to sell the illusion of dating Eddie, you sit down on his lap. Buck quickly averts his eyes as he feels jealousy raise in him, though it dies down as soon as the waitress brings over a tray of shots. Quickly, all of you grab one and down it before your friends stand up as your group’s name gets called out by another group of people. Frowning a bit, you get up as well, whispering a threatening “stay here or I will make sure neither of you have sex ever again” to the two men before following your group to the middle of the dance floor. Of course, the one night you bring in firefighters to a club that has seen more deaths than necessary, is the night your group gets challenged to a dance battle. You figure that they must be new around the club, because your group had a reputation build up about how you didn’t come to play. “Basic rules, whoever gets the loudest cheers gets to stay, the losers leave.” You state, smiling at what you assume the leader to be as you reach your hand out for a handshake. Your opponent nods and takes your hand, shaking it before both of you resume to your positions in your groups.

Meanwhile, Buck and Eddie both stood up, trying to see exactly what was happening. Buck is the first of the duo to end up climbing onto the table to get a better view, becoming completely entranced as he watches your group – especially you – start to dance. Holding his breath, he watches as the crowd goes wild for your group after the battle is over, only releasing the breath once you are back safely at your table and on Eddie’s lap. Eddie quickly wraps his arm around your waist, smiling and pressing a gentle kiss to your sweaty shoulder, clearly enjoying the fact that he got to play your boyfriend for the night.

Both of the men nearly forgot why they were with you and your group of friends in the first place, having a wonderful time and probably a bit more alcohol as they initially planned, though making sure that they were sober in case anything happened. And sure enough, after dancing, drinking, and talking for nearly two hours, three rather big men came up to you three. “Travis wishes to see you.” One of them states, motioning for you three to follow them, which you do. Once you enter the room where Travis is waiting, the bodyguards leave as Travis waves them off. “I see you brought some new friends, Y/N and you didn’t even bother introducing them to me. That is rather rude, ya know?” Travis states as he pulls out a clear bag of some white pills. “Why don’t we show them what real fun is?” he adds, mistaking your smirk for an agreement though quickly frowning as you take a picture of him holding out the pills. “You see, Travis, I don’t think the police would be very happy if I allowed their men to take some of your shit.” You state with a hum as you walk over to him and pat his cheek while Eddie takes out the handcuffs that he had hidden in his pocket. However, before he could get close enough to arrest Travis, the man dropped the bag and ran off. Sighing a bit, you take your heels off before chasing after him, knowing the club like the back of your hand.

A small scream, courtesy of Buck, could be heard when you jump out of the second story window, as he fears. Though when Eddie starts laughing while looking out of the window, he slowly walks closer and the scene in front of him was rather amusing. Not only were you absolutely fine, but you had also managed to catch a very bewildered looking Travis, who did not understand how you were able to cut him off and pin him against the metal fence, since he had been so far ahead. “Oh, this is Julie,” you whisper before slamming his head against the fence again before looking up at the boys. “Are you gonna come arrest him or do you want to continue playing pretty creepy dolls?” You yell up to them, causing the two to spring into action.

Soon enough, Athena shows up and takes Travis off your hands, not even questioning why he has a cut on his face. “He deserved it.” You state with a shrug before turning to Eddie and Buck to thank them and wish them a goodnight. “So, you think we are pretty, huh?” Buck teases before you can even say a word, causing you to giggle. “I said pretty creepy if I remember correctly, but whatever helps you sleep at night, Evan.” You reply before giving him and Eddie each a soft hug and a kiss on the cheek before grabbing your heels and walking off into the night.

It has been a few weeks since the boys last saw you and even if they didn’t want to admit it, they actually missed you. So much actually, that they drove past the place that you took them to, only to find it completely abandoned. Through a stranger, they found out that after Travis was arrested, the whole place fell apart and people just stopped showing up.

So, the surprise was real, when they hear your voice after coming back from a call. Racing up the stairs, they find you and Chris dancing with one another. “Well, what is going on here?” Eddie asks, immediately regretting that his voice came out a little more on the hostile side, but it was his father instinct kicking in as soon as he saw Chris standing without his crutches and only holding onto you. “Well hello to you too, Edmundo.” You state, quickly handing Chris his crutches before grinning and leaning down to his eyelevel. “You wanna show your dad what you learned?” You ask softly, getting an eager nod in return. So you step back and turn on the song that Chris had requested, watching Chris take the “stage” and showing off the dance moves that you had managed to teach him while the 118 was at the call. Meanwhile, the whole team joined you, all of them watching the young boy enjoy himself. “You have a very cute and sweet son.” You whisper to Eddie before walking over to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water, one for you and one for the young boy. “Dad, what do you think of my moves?” Chris asks innocently as he sips from the water bottle that you hand to him opened already, allowing you to pick him up and set him on the couch besides his father. “They were really good.” Eddie smiles, looking at you in amazement before ruffling Chris’s hair. “What are you even doing here?” Buck asks you, the smile on your face faltering. “Athena said it would be the safest if I change back to being a paramedic instead of a dance instructor, especially since I was attacked twice last week.” You add the last part in a whisper, not wanting the kid to hear.

Though you couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked faces of everyone except Bobby, who had been informed by Athena that you would be joining his team, because somehow none of them expected you to be a paramedic. “I finished the training 3 years ago, right after High School. However, I preferred dancing and it paid very well, so I never actually went to the firehouse.” You explain quickly before Bobby added “they will be joining us starting next week”. Huge smiles break out on Buck’s and Eddie’s face as they realize that this means they get to spend more time with you, almost like their wishful thinking has actually worked. A definite bonus was that Chris also seemed to really like you, so perhaps they could make things work.

But with your past? Would it come haunt them as well? Would it bring any of them into danger? Would it put Chris in the line of danger? Could they actually win your heart though? Only the future can tell, but the two men hope that their future is with you by their side.

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years ago

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Mine - The Epilogue

Genre: Yoongi x oc, Jimin x oc

Warnings: so much fluff, and I got so far back into my freaking feelings, remembering how much I love this series.

Word Count: 5k

a/n: guys, it’s here!! Thank you to those of you that read and loved ‘Mine’, that series seriously is one of my favorites ever. I’m just so soft for these characters. So thank you guys for even wanting an epilogue. I hope you enjoy, I know I did!

If you haven’t had a chance to read ‘Mine’...I would really love you to. it’s a good time, I promise. ⇨ Mine Masterlist

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When Bong-cha heard from Jimin about Yoongi’s plan to fly to Paris and meet Cara there, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to hate him for being so cheesy, or cry because it was perfect.

In the end she did a little bit of both.

The day that Cara called her as she was about to fly out, Bong-cha was at home, working in her makeshift studio. Jimin had invited her a million times to come out and use the studio at the company building, but she always felt like somehow she was intruding. When she woke up that morning and couldn’t make it out of bed without feeling dizzy, she decided that today was a perfect day to do her work from home.

There wasn’t too much to be done; they were all rather routine things that she did often, however it was difficult to get even the most mundane task finished when every time she moved too quickly she had to close her eyes and lay down for fifteen minutes before even thinking about trying again.

Bong-cha has just opened her eyes and is in the process of slowly sitting up when her phone rings. She’s half-tempted to just ignore it, but once she sees who it is, she’s quick to grab it.

This should be exciting.

“I was wondering if you were ever going to call me. You made it to the airport?” Bong-cha squeezes her eyes shut as she does her best to not sound absolutely miserable.

“Just got to my terminal.” The nervousness is evident in Cara’s voice.

“And how are you feeling?”

“Like this is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever done and I’m scared something will go wrong.”

Bong-cha eases back down onto the pillows, stifling a groan as the room spins. “Sounds about right.”

“Has…he left?”

Bong-cha laughs on the other side of the phone, knowing Cara all too well. “Yeah, he left a while ago.”

“Did he say anything to you before he left?”

“No, Chim told me.”

“Ooooh, of course.”

Now Bong-cha does groan, feigning annoyance. “Yah. You know you have to tell me absolutely everything that happens, right?”

“I know, I know. Will you come to my funeral if this turns out to be some grand scheme to murder me?”

“Bold of you to assume that I wasn’t the mastermind behind your murder.”

“Not helping,” Cara chides in a singsong voice.

“Joking. Everything will go great, I promise. Just trust Yoongi, ok? Or rather, trust my judgement.”

“I’m trying. Anyway, how’s Jimin?”

Bong-cha’s heart rate picks up at the mere mention of the boy that can never get out of her head. She’s got too much work to do today to start analyzing over every little side-long glance she’s received from him, so she’s quick to cut the conversation. “Oh, would you look at the time. I’ve some work to-”

“I hate you.”

Bong-cha croaks out a laugh, hoping that at least Cara is feeling better now. “Love you too, Cara. Text me when you get there.”

The call ends, leaving Bong-cha staring up at the ceiling that is swimming in stars. She hopes that everything works out with this crazy scheme - Yoongi’s hair is going to start turning gray if things don’t start looking up soon.

It was late in the evening in Seoul when Beth called, so Bong-cha ends up calling it a day and turning in for the evening. Falling into a deep sleep, she just hopes that tomorrow is a better day.

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Bong-cha’s dreams, as per usual, are haunted by Jimin.

It’s something that’s gone on for much too long, if she were to admit it. In her waking hours, she does her best to forget it. However, once sleep overtakes her, her subconscious allows for moments of weakness.

Tonight she’s dreaming that Jimin has found her, and he’s ever so delicately tracing the lines of her cheeks and brows. She’s feverish, that’s what he keeps saying. Bong-cha wants to tell him that she’s perfectly healthy; she’s just always a bit warm when he’s around. However, just like conscious Bong-cha, she’s unable to voice her feelings.

Raising an arm; which is difficult to do in her dreamlike, hazy state, she rests her hand on Jimin’s knee. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, giving her a look that she can only describe as concerned adoration.

“Chim,” Bong-cha croaks out, wondering why everything seems so difficult in this particular dream. “I don’t d...don’t deserve you.”

Jimin freezes where he was trying to gauge just how bad of a fever Bong-cha has, his hand slowly retreating from her forehead.

“What do you mean?” He asks incredulously.

Jimin is never one to get out of bed a single second before he has to. It’s a defining characteristic, and one that he’s grown quite proud of. However, when Bong-cha failed to show up for dinner like she’d promised last night and didn’t answer any of his texts or calls, he grew worried.

The other boys just told him not to worry about it, that she was probably fine. They were all too busy hoping that Yoongi wasn’t about to make a complete fool of himself to worry about Bong-cha.

Jimin almost left last night to check on the woman in question, however he was convinced not to. There was too much work he had to do. Bong-cha was a big girl, and she would most likely never let him live it down if he appeared at her doorstep late at night just to check on her.

Fear of embarrassment is what had him settling for checking her location for the sixteenth time and going to bed.

It wasn’t until Jimin awoke at 4:30 am with a feeling of uneasiness that he snuck out of the apartment and drove out to Bong-cha’s. Not even thinking about the early hour, Jimin rustled through the shrubs outside of Bong-cha’s apartment for the spare key he helped her hide, and let himself in.

He’d let out a sigh of relief when he saw Bong-cha laying on her bed, completely passed out.

Then he noticed the way she was shivering.

Now here he was, heart pounding out of his chest as he stares down at Bong-cha’s hand on his knee, listening to her dazed self proclaim that she doesn’t deserve him.

“What do you mean?”

Bong-cha sighs, clearly annoyed that Jimin didn’t automatically understand what she meant. Jimin stifles a laugh, waiting patiently for an answer.

Grasping blindly for her blankets, Jimin helps to bring the covers up to Bong-cha’s chin as she continues to shiver.

“Dream Jimin is usually smarter than this,” Bong-cha grumbles. “He knows that he can never be mine.”

Jimin blinks down at the woman he’s come to fall completely head over heels with, his heart betraying him as it skips a beat and begins to hope.

“Do you want me to be yours?”

It’s an innocent enough question, although Jimin finds that he's bracing himself for the answer. The closest him and Bong-cha have ever gotten to discussing any sort of feelings is when they fight to sit beside each other for a meal.

Truthfully Jimin has come to love mealtimes because of it.

Bong-cha’s eyes are closed, but she keeps one hand extended out toward Jimin, clinging to this supposed dream for as long as she can.

“Chiminie,” Bong-cha mumbles out quietly, making Jimin turn a little red at the endearing nickname, “You are mine.” She says it with such firmness that Jimin practically melts, believing her every word.

“Really?” He breathes out.

Bong-cha grunts in confirmation. “But only dream Jimin is mine.”

Jimin furrows his brows, daring to brush a strand of hair from Bong-cha’s face. “Why isn’t real Jimin yours?”

Bong-cha looks a little angry, furrowing her eyebrows as though he just asked the most ridiculous question known to man. “I don’t deserve real Jimin.”

Sighing, Jimin gingerly gets off the bed to begin his search for medicine and a cool cloth. “That’s silly, Bong-cha. I’ll prove it to you.”

Bong-cha doesn’t reply, lost to her feverish sleep again. Backing out of the room, Jimin pauses to lean against the wall in the hallway and catch his breath. He’s caught between melting through the floor and his heart shattering at Bong-cha hopeless confession.

His hands are shaking as he brings a bowl of cold water in, a cloth soaking in it. He rushes back to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some pills, carrying a chair in to sit beside the bed.

Unsure of how to best go about this, Jimin wrings the cloth out and presses it gently to Bong-cha’s forehead, holding his breath.

Bong-cha stirs, frowning at the unexpected drops of water seeping into her hair. Eyes fluttering open, she looks more coherent than a few minutes ago. She gives a little gasp as she sees Jimin sitting beside the bed.

“Hi,” Jimin says a little helplessly. He even gives her a small wave for emphasis.

Bong-cha blinks heavily, reaching up to rub the sleep from her eyes. Does this mean her fever-dream was...real?

Deciding to pretend that that was really just a dream in order to save face, Bong-cha returns the awkward wave.

“What are you doing here?” Bong-cha winces at how raw her throat sounds, Jimin turning in a hurry to grab the glass of water. Easing her into an upright position, Jimin hands her a pill and the water. Jimin waits until she’s finished the glass before speaking, tapping his fingers against the cup.

“...you have a fever.”

Bong-cha stares. “Ok?”

Scratching the back of his neck, Jimin realizing that conversing with conscious Bong-cha after a confession is more difficult than he thought it would be.

“I was worried about you. And I want to make sure you feel better. It-it’s really early still,” Jimin winces as he sees that it’s not even 6 am yet. “But...when’s the last time you ate? I think you need to eat and drink and get lots of rest.”

At a complete loss for words, Bong-cha rests her head back against the pillow. “Hmph.”

Deeming the conversation temporarily finished, Jimin rushes back into the kitchen to refill the glass. When he re-enters Bong-cha room, he notices her shivering again.

“I’ll get you another blanket,” Jimin murmurs, heading into the front room.

The next half-hour follows a similar pattern: Jimin rushing from room to room, grabbing blankets, water bottles, and eventually ending up in the kitchen heating up some soup before the sun has even risen. It’s a little strange, but he figures that Bong-cha needs to eat, seeing as she couldn’t remember even getting out of bed the day before.

When Jimin returns with a bowl of steaming soup, he can’t help but smile a little at the sight before him.

Bong-cha is curled up under several fluffy blankets, her cheeks red from the fever as she snoozes. Despite feeling horrible, Jimin can’t help but take a mental picture.

She's always been the most beautiful person in the room.

Hating to wake her up after she’s just fallen back asleep, Jimin decides to wait until the soup has cooled down a bit. Perching on his chair and watching every little movement, Jimin nearly jumps out of his skin when his phone dings.

He quickly pulls it out, making sure it’s silenced and internally groaning when he sees a text from Jin asking where he is. Shooting back a reply and consigning himself to the fact that he will be endlessly teased, Jimin puts his phone away as Bong-cha begins to stir.

“Sorry,” Jimin whispers, mentally cursing Jin. “Can you eat?”

Bong-cha’s eyelashes flutter as she focuses in on Jimin, the events of the strange morning flooding her mind as she wakes back up. Giving a small nod of her head, she manages to sit up, pulling a blanket over her shoulders.

Blowing on the soup for good measure, Jimin extends the spoon to Bong-cha, his cheeks turning a shade of red to match Bong-cha’s.

Overcome with emotion as a result of the kind action and exhaustion, Bong-cha keeps her eyes down as she carefully eats. The only sound is the spoon scraping against the bowl, the silence weighing down heavily upon the pair. It’s so quiet that Bong-cha’s quiet sniffle is obvious.

Jimin pauses where he was deathly concentrated on making sure not a single drop spilled, looking to see Bong-cha hastily brushing a tear from her eye.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks, carefully placing the bowl on the nightstand and whirling around to face Bong-cha again. “What’s wrong, Bong-cha?”

She shakes her head, keeping her eyes trained on the ground and clenching her jaw as she fights the onslaught of tears that are begging to be released. Suddenly the weight of all the stress she’s been hiding and the fact that the man she’s been desperately been trying not to fall in love with is here and being so sweet and kind to her all convenes and crashes into her at full speed. Streams of tears rush down Bong-cha’s cheeks while she desperately tries to stop the flow.

Jimin jumps into action, leaping off the chair and coming to sit beside her on the bed. “Come here,” he mumbles, letting out a sigh of relief when Bong-cha goes willingly into his arms. Her tears are soaking his shirt where she’s resting her head against his chest, but Jimin doesn’t mind one bit.

“I-I’m so s-sorry,” Bong-cha hiccups, turning into a shaking, shivering mess. Cooing over her, Jimin grabs a fistful of blanket, hauling it over the two of them.

“It’s ok,” he whispers, resting his cheek atop her head. “You’re exhausted and sick, I would be crying too.”

Bong-cha chuckles in between hiccups, burrowing in deeper. Jimin tightens his grip, locking her in place and momentarily giving silent thanks for fevers.

Eventually Bong-cha calms down, her hiccups subsiding as she leans against Jimin and lets out a long sigh. “I’m sorry,” Bong-cha apologizes again.

Jimin shakes his head, furrowing his brow as he straightens up. “Don’t apologize.”

Bong-cha tries to refute him. “No, I-”

Gently cupping her chin, Jimin turns her face up to look at him. His words are caught in his throat as Bong-cha looks up at him with wide eyes, her lashes wet from her tears. Her cheeks are still an impressive shade of red, the tip of her nose matching it as she sniffles.

Bong-cha watches in disbelief as Jimin freezes, his mouth ajar as his eyes graze over her face. They start at her eyes, but gradually glide down to her lips.

It’s so quiet as Jimin leans down, eyes focused on those lips as he looks almost confused. Like this wasn’t his original plan.

Bong-cha’s eyes are half-closed as Jimin leans down, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip before his lips replace it.

A part of Bong-cha wonders if this is just another cruel dream, but she knows better. This feels real. The way Jimin’s lips feel so cool against her fever-warm ones, their pillow-like softness pulling her in as she involuntarily sighs in contentment.

When Jimin pulls away, he almost looks like he’s the one with a fever. His eyes are a little dazed and he wears a shy smile as he glances at Bong-cha, who’s eyes are still half-closed.

It’s quiet still.

Jimin comes to his senses, deciding that he’s all in now. Placing a gentle kiss to the back of Bong-cha’s hand which almost makes her blush harder than when he kissed her lips, Jimin rises from the bed.

“I think I need to reheat your soup,” Jimin mumbles, grabbing the bowl. “I’ll let you rest now.”

Before he can walk out the door, Bong-cha’s small voice calls out to him. Turning to face her from the doorway, Jimin can’t help but feel like he’s flying.

“Jimin-ah?”

“Yes?”

Bong-cha fiddles with the blankets, not daring to look up at him. She’s burning up with embarrassment, she’s sure of it. “Was...this isn’t a dream, right?”

Jimin chuckles, leaning head head against the door frame. “No. This is very real.”

“Oh.”

He decides to press the matter a bit further. “Why, do you like dream Jimin better?”

Bong-cha flashes his a mortified glance, clinging to the blankets for dear life. “Don’t you have soup to reheat?”

Jimin’s laugh reverberates around the house as he heads into the kitchen, and Bong-cha quickly grabs her phone from the bedside table, sending off four hurried texts to Cara.

ME: I KNOW YOU’RE BUSY BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT

ME: THE HEAVENS HAVE OPENED AT LAST

ME: AND BY HEAVENS I MEAN PARK JIMIN FINALLY MADE A MOVE

ME: AND BY MOVE I MEAN KISS

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8 Months Later

“Should we leave the rice in the pan a little longer?” Bong-cha muses aloud as she stares down at the rice. “Or do you think they’re close?”

Jimin appears at her side, maneuvering around the kitchen where Yoongi and Cara made mandu nearly a year ago. “I think they’re close. Yoongi said they were leaving the airport thirty minutes ago.”

The boys’ shared apartment is a hub of activity tonight, everyone pulling together to get everything prepared in time for Beth’s arrival.

The last time Beth was in Seoul was nearly a year ago, her and Yoongi meeting up in Paris a mere eight months ago.

The stars have finally aligned, and Beth is going to be staying with Bong-cha for the next month. It wasn’t easy for her to schedule out a complete month of vacation, but they did it.

Although Bong-cha has a sneaking suspicion that Yoongi might have pulled some strings.

Carrying the dish filled to the brim with rice into the dining room, Bong-cha chuckles at the wide assortment of food that they’ve both ordered and made. In the middle of the table sits a humble plate filled to the brim with dumplings. Yoongi had insisted on making them this morning, recruiting the help of Bong-cha and Jimin.

They’d helped for a little while before sneaking out when Yoongi had his back turned.

“Is that them?” Jin asks, craning his neck to watch a car driving up. Soon enough everyone is stumbling over each other, trying to see.

Everyone starts shouting and celebrating as the car doors open to reveal Cara and Yoongi, Jin opening the window to yell down to them.

“Finally!”

Cara laughs as she looks up at the window, waving and turning to say something to Yoongi. He laughs at whatever it is she says, wasting no time in grabbing her hand in his.

“Look at that smile,” Namjoon coos. “He’s been waiting for this for so long.”

Everyone is lined up around the table when Cara and Yoongi enter, Cara’s eyes immediately finding Bong-cha. The two friends are a mixture of laughter and yelling incoherent things as they embrace.

“Come sit down before the food gets cold,” Taehyung invites, making sure to leave a couple of empty spaces at the table for the couple to sit together. Yoongi moves toward the chair to take a seat, turning when Cara doesn’t immediately sit by him.

“Chim, why don’t you sit by Yoongi tonight?” Bong-cha chimes, dragging Cara behind her. Both men feign offense, Yoongi looking a bit like a lost puppy as his girlfriend is taken to sit across from him. When Bong-cha sees him, she rolls her eyes. “What? You two will spend a lot of time together. I’m taking her while I can.”

“But she’s staying at your house!” Yoongi protests, Jimin laughing as he eases into the chair beside him.

Bong-cha raises her brows at him. “Knowing you, she’ll be home after I’ve fallen asleep and gone again before I wake up.”

Yoongi mumbles something about ‘not true’ under his breath, shooting a glare at Jimin beside him. Jimin raises his hands up in innocence.

“Hey, I didn’t get to sit by my girlfriend either. Don’t look at me like it’s my fault.”

Cara stares out at the food with wide eyes, looking surprisingly awake despite just coming off of a long flight. “So...you two are dating?”

Everyone around the table groans, Jimin and Bong-cha exchanging guilty glances. “Well...” Jimin starts, looking to his girlfriend for help.

“We are, it’s just-”

“They’re like awkward school children,” Namjoon drawls, watching with a bit of fear as Jungkook shovels unnaturally large amounts of food into his mouth. “They’re dating, but the second anyone brings it up they can hardly look at each other in the eye.”

Jimin slides down in his seat. “That’s not fair, hyung. How could you do this to me?”

Cara chuckles, observing the chaos she unleashed. “You two are freaking slow.”

Bong-cha gasps. “As opposed to you two?” She gestures angrily between Yoongi and Cara. “The two of you took all of a week to confess! And what, two months to go official?!”

Yoongi looks unfazed, piling some food onto his plate as though he hadn’t heard anything. Jimin laughs, elbowing his friend.

“What?” Yoongi asks, looking innocent.

“You know what,” Bong-cha quips. Cara laughs, the sound making Yoongi break his solemn expression as he grins.

“Oh.” He shrugs. “We kind of had a strange situation, there wasn’t really any time to take our time.”

Jimin snaps his fingers. “Ha! So we’re fine! We’re...we’re enjoying our lives!”

it’s quiet for a moment before everyone bursts out into laughter. Cara rests her chin on her hand, her nose crinkling as she laughs. Looking over at Bong-cha, she winks.

“Welcome back, Cara,” Hobi says from the end of the table.

Cara takes a deep breath, looking around the table until her eyes land on Yoongi. The two of them share a knowing look.

“Thanks.”

Months of just seeing each other through a screen, that’s what they’ve been through. They’ve taken to sending each other hand-written letters once a week, the boys have often seen Yoongi sitting at the kitchen table reading through the latest letter with a soft smile on his face.

The rumors surrounding the pair have died down quite a bit, however there are still a few circulating. Word has yet to get out about Cara’s vacation in Seoul, and Bong-cha just hopes that nobody finds out at least until it’s over. Heaven knows that the second people find out that Cara’s back in Seoul without a work reason, they’ll start freaking out.

Bong-cha watches the couple throughout the night, a little in awe of the two of them. They look at each other like they’re so sure. A part of her knows that when Cara is looking at Yoongi, she’s looking at her future.

Yoongi looks at Cara like the first flower of spring. Like he’s so excited that he found her, and like he knows that the best is yet to come.

Despite having been apart for months, the two fall into an easy pattern together. Bong-cha giggles a little at how giddy Yoongi looks when they settle down to watch a movie later that night, Cara coming to snuggle in beside him.

The end of the evening finds Bong-cha groaning and complaining as Yoongi takes his sweet time bidding Cara goodnight.

“Let’s goooo,” Bong-cha says, jingling her keys. “Cara needs to sleep if she doesn’t want to be a zombie.”

Yoongi waves her on. “We’ll be down in a minute.”

Jimin opens up the door for Bong-cha, heading down to the garage with her. “That was fun tonight,” he comments.

“It was nice, wasn’t it?” Bong-cha looks a little distracted as she fumbles to find the right key.

Jimin chews on the inside of his cheek, the words from earlier echoing around his mind. Was he really being too slow with Bong-cha?

It had been eight months since he appeared to help Bong-cha when she was sick. What followed had been a bit of fumbling and uncertainty, both of them unsure at times if they were really doing this right. However, they had never stopped to discuss it.

Bong-cha opens up the car door, sitting in the driver’s seat and dangling her legs out the side. She’s looking down at her lap, her mind still a bit flooded with the way Yoongi and Cara seem to fit so well together.

Taking a deep breath, Jimin dares to ask what’s been bothering him for longer than he cares to admit.

“Are we doing this right?”

Bong-cha’s eyes are wide as she looks up at her boyfriend, heart softening as she sees his hesitant worry.

“I...” she shrugs, chewing on her lip. “I don’t know.”

Jimin nods, not looking comforted at all. “That’s...you know I love you, right?”

The thoughts in Bong-cha’s head go silent as she stares up at Jimin. “...I didn’t know that.”

Jimin falls to his knees, laughing in disbelief as he takes Bong-cha’s hands in his. “I do. I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner. I have since I met you, I think. It’s hard to tell where it began, because I feel like where you’re concerned, I’ve always been in love.”

Letting out a startled laugh, Bong-cha smiles wide. “We’re slow, but we’re steady.” She runs a hand through Jimin’s hair, practically glowing. “I love you.”

Jimin leans up, Bong-cha meeting him halfway as they melt into each other. Jimin does his best to pour all of his emotions into the kiss. He tries to follow Bong-cha as she pulls away, making her laugh and give in, wrapping her hands around his neck as their lips crash together again.

The sound of a car door shutting has the pair jumping apart, Jimin and Bong-cha turning bright red as Yoongi walks around to the front of the car. Cara sits in the passenger seat, buckling in and pretending like she didn’t see anything.

“And you told us to make it quick,” Yoongi quips, giving the couple a disapproving glare.

Jimin laughs, waiting for Bong-cha to pull her legs into the car before closing the door. “See you tomorrow,” he says, watching as the pair back out of the garage and wave goodbye.

🌙

Cara laughs in the passenger seat as they pull out of the garage, her heart aching a little as she watches Yoongi disappear from sight. She tries her best to remind herself that she’ll see him again tomorrow. It’s just been so long.

“Looks like you two were having fun,” Cara says to a very embarrassed Bong-cha. “I can’t believe you didn’t believe me when I first told you that he liked you.”

Bong-cha rolls her eyes. “Can you really blame me?”

“Definitely.”

It’s quiet for a bit in the car as Bong-cha maneuvers out of the neighborhood. Once they’re out onto the streets of Seoul, she breaks the comfortable silence.

“How do you two do it?”

Cara’s head swivels to look at her friend. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Bong-cha frowns a little as she watches the road, “Just watching you two tonight - not even just tonight. Over the past few months, observing your relationship...”

“You’ve been observing?” Cara teases.

“Shut up. It’s just, you two seem so...I don’t know, at ease? No, that’s not it. Just solid. You seem really solid and in love and like everything is going according to plan, which I know it doesn’t always go the way you want it to. But somehow you two take every curveball and hit it out of the park.”

Cara blinks, looking a little surprised by the observation. “Really?” She chuckles. “I was nervous out of my mind tonight.”

Bong-cha nearly slams on the brakes. “What?!”

“Yes!” The two laugh a little in disbelief. “I mean, we haven’t been in the same room together for eight months! But more than nervous, I was excited. You’re right, we’re in love. I think that’s what makes everything seem so perfect to everyone else.”

“So are things not perfect?”

Cara shrugs. “No, of course not. We have moments of doubt, or days where it feels like we’ll never get through this.”

“But you two seem so great together.”

“That’s because I think we are,” Cara says with a smile. “And I think half of that is just believing it. If you believe that you can make it, then you’re halfway there.”

“Hmm.” Bong-cha sighs, thinking over the past few months with Jimin. They’ve been, in a word, wonderful. They’re just both so new to relationships and falling in love.

Cara seems to read her best friend’s mind. “Enjoy every stage. Whether you’re new and awkward, or old and annoyed. There’s something to learn and love through it all.”

“What stage are you in?”

“We’re definitely still new and awkward.”

“No way.”

“Yes! We’ve been dating for a few months now, but you should’ve seen me when I got out to the car at the airport!” Cara laughs, embarrassed at the memory of earlier tonight. “I seriously forgot how to speak Korean for like a solid two minutes.”

“Wow.”

“I know.”

Bong-cha reviews the advice that Cara gave her, feeling more and more calm. “Since when did you become so wise?”

Cara snorts. “It’s all Yoongi. He tells me that stuff when I’m freaking out.”

“That’s...wow. Smart guy.”

“Yeah, just don’t tell him I told you. It’ll go straight to his head.”

The two chuckle knowingly, watching the city fly by as they speed down the road. Cara lets out a content sigh, feeling like she could close her eyes and travel back to the night she drove down these same streets with Yoongi. Nervous, half in love, and completely oblivious to all that the future held.

Pulling up the email on her phone she received a few weeks ago, Cara can’t help but smile. Being contracted into a film series that’s going to be based in Seoul was what she was working toward for the past few months. When Sebastian mentioned this particular series, Cara couldn’t wait to audition.

It was a few weeks ago that she got the call and accompanying email that she had been chosen for the role. For the foreseeable future, she’d be here.

When she told Yoongi in the car driving back from the airport, she didn’t mean to cry. Cara blamed her tears on the jet-lag, but Yoongi and her both knew that this was what they so desperately had been hoping for.

It wasn’t permanent, but it was enough. For now.

“Hey Bong-cha,” Cara says quietly, smiling softly out at the city she’s come to love more than she ever anticipated. “Have you seen any apartments for sale around here?”

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extraordinarilyfadedmemories · 4 years ago

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Shenanigans; Part II

Cordelia x Reader

Warnings: none, the next part will be NSFW for sure.

I finally finished the second part and part three is already in the works!! Let me know what you think ❤

Summary: Pickup from Shenanigans; Part I; You wake up in Cordelia’s bed without her. Later on the two of you talk. One things leads to another and you end up at one of the fanciest restaurants in New Orleans :) Kinda long-ish

Taglist: @scarlspookyszn @cordeliafoxxe

[If you would like to be added let me know, I promise I have different characters coming soon!!!]

You awoke with a terrible headache, the bright lights that were flowing in from the windows only made it worse. Opening your eyes slowly, you noticed Cordelia wasn’t in bed next to you. Rolling over, you looked over at the clock on the night stand. 10:23. Damn it was late, but thank God it was Saturday. You also quickly took notice to the handwritten note sitting underneath two white pills.

Y/N,

I left some Tylenol, as I’m sure you’ve got a terrible hangover. Take your time waking up, and come find me in the greenhouse later.

-Cordelia

All of the memories of last night flashed through your mind. The body shots. All of the tequila. Cordelia practically begging you to stay with her. To think that someone like her would be interested in me is insane. You suddenly realized you were in her bed. You rolled over with your face in the pillows and could smell the light scent of jasmine she seemed to carry around with her; It was intoxicating. You tried to suppress your thoughts, as you stood up and made your way back to your bedroom, catching the attention of Coco who was walking up the stairs. “Umm hey you.” She said as she followed you. “Hello. What’s up?” You replied, taking in her slight smirk as you raised your eyebrow. “Miss Supreme is in a chipper mood this morning, and a little birdy told me that she asked you to stay with her last night. Is there something you wanna tell me, Y/N?” You rolled your eyes and started rummaging for clothes to change into as you spoke up, “there is nothing to tell, Coco. We were drunk, she didn’t want to sleep alone, she asked me to stay. We didn’t ‘sleep’ together. Now I am gonna take a shower, and you are gonna go do anything else.” She just laughed as she left my room, so you took the opportunity to take a quick shower.

After showering and dressing, you sat down on your bed and thought over the conversation you were gonna have with Cordelia. What would she say? What were you gonna say? You whispered to yourself and remembered Coco had half of a joint left over, so you made your way downstairs to find her. When you found Coco, she was sitting in the kitchen with Zoe and Mallory. They all looked up at you with huge grins on their face. You shook your head as you gestured for Coco to come over to you. “What’s up chick?” She asked. “Do you still have that piece on you? Cordelia wants to talk and I’d like to chill out for a minute before that happens.” She frowned and shook her head, “No I don’t have it. I finished it before I passed out last night. Go talk to her. I don’t think it will be as bad as you think” you gave her a nod and decided to just go ahead and get it over with.

When you walked into the greenhouse, you noticed Cordelia, sitting at her desk with her blonde hair thrown back in a loose ponytail. She was completely tranced with her work, which was one of the things you admired about her. No matter how powerful she was, she always worked to be smarter and stronger. Approaching her desk you leaned down and put your elbows on her desk as you smiled up at her, and her brown eyes met yours. “Good morning, Y/N” she spoke softly. “Good morning Cordelia. I got your note. Thank you for the Tylenol, good call on the hangover.” She chuckled a little as she turned her body toward you. “Yeah I had a bit of a hangover myself. I drank way too much last night.” You could feel your heart beat speed up knowing what was about to happen. “Yeah about that, I’m sorry for-“ she raised a hand to cut me off. “No. You do not apologize. I wanted you to stay with me, and I don’t regret it. I just wish it would’ve been on different circumstances.” You smiled as she chuckled as she continued, “I think you are fascinating, and I would love for you to stay with me again sometime. Maybe after a nice dinner.” Your eyes lit up at her words. “Are you asking me on a date, Ms. Goode?” She stood up positioning herself in front of you, reaching out to grab your waist. “I believe I am, Miss Y/L/N. Are you doing anything tonight?” You shook your head no and wrapped your arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. She leaned down whispered in your ear, “Be ready for 6.” She lightly brushed her lips against your ear before she pulled away and went to sit back at her desk. “And here take this with you, I wanted you sober when we talked.” She said as she handed me the other half of the joint that Coco said she finished. That woman really did know everything.

6 o’clock came sooner than you thought. You had put on a dark red dress, that fit at the top and flowed at the bottom and stopped right above your knee, hoping it was nice enough for wherever Cordelia planned to bring you. You made your way downstairs and heard a few gasps as you saw Zoe, Coco, and Misty walk out from the living room. “Where are you going looking all fancy?” Misty asked as all of their eyes moved behind you, something catching their attention. “I think she’s going on a date.” Coco replied as you turned around to see what they were looking at. Your mouth dropped as you saw Cordelia standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at you. She smiled as she made her way down, her black lace dress flowing around her legs with every step. “I uh-“ you stuttered as Cordelia stood beside you and spoke up, “She most certainly is going on a date tonight.” Your cheeks heating up as Coco winked at you. “Well y’all just look so beautiful. Y’all have fun then.” Misty said as Cordelia grabbed your hand and guided you to the door and out to the car.

The ride to the restaurant was quiet, the radio being the source of background noise. When the car pulled up to Restaurant August, you looked at Cordelia and asked, “Really? August? This is extremely nice for a first date?” As she stepped out of the car and tipped the driver, she reached down for your hand to help you out. “Well I couldn’t take my beautiful girl just anywhere.” She smirked as she put her arm around your waist. You smiled up at her as you walked into the restaurant. It was very nice, men wearing suits and ladies wearing dresses. You had never experienced anything like this. You felt your nerves building up as Cordelia walked away to speak to the hostess. You felt like you didn’t belong here, like this wasn’t real and any second you would wake up from a dream. Cordelia turned around and reached out for your hand as the girl lead the two of you to your table. You both sat down as the hostess poured each of you a water and got your drink order. “Why do you look so nervous?” Cordelia asked looking at you with her head tilted to the side. “Well to be honest, I feel really out of place. I mean this place is fancy, and you are just breathtaking. It all just kind of feels like a dream.” You looked down nervously, taking a sip of your water as your server brought you each a glass of wine. Taking your food order, the young man smiled and the left the two of you alone again. “You are the one that’s breathtaking. I honestly didn’t think you’d want to come with me.” Cordelia said softly sipping her wine, eyes locked with yours. “And why not?” You replied. She set her glass down and looked at you with a somewhat sad expression, “Well I’m older and not as attractive as some of the other girls. I figured you’d be more interested in one of them.” You placed your hand on top of hers and replied, “you are way more intelligent than any other woman I’ve met, and you are not old, Cordelia. You are absolutely stunning.” A big smile grew on her face as the waiter came back to the table with your food.

After eating and having a few more drinks, having shared stories and a laugh or two, Cordelia eventually pulled her phone out to call the driver. After a few minutes she spoke up, “Our ride is outside, you ready to go beautiful?” You blushed, and nodded getting up and following close behind her out of the restaurant. When you got to the car, she had opened the door for you then slid in behind. “I had an incredible time with you, Y/N.” Cordelia said as she slipped her hand on your thigh, tracing tiny circles with her fingers. “That was definitely one of the best dates I’ve ever been on.” she continued as she moved her hand just a little farther up your thigh. “It might be a little forward of me to ask, but I can’t help it. Would you care to stay with me tonight? I mean really stay with me? I’ve been imagining myself ripping that dress off of you since I first saw you in it.” Heat rose to your cheeks and you felt yourself getting more and more aroused. “Cordelia, if it was appropriate I’d let you rip it off of me right now.” You said, the words coming out quick and seemingly eager. She leaned closer as she reached her hand behind your neck to pull you in for a kiss, biting and pulling at your bottom lip with her teeth. She kissed your neck all the way to your ear, then whispered, “I bet you would let me do whatever I wanted, hmm? Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Y/N?” You we’re so out of it, you didn’t even realize that you had made it back to the house; you only felt the loss of Cordelia’s presence as she stepped out of the car and then reached out her hand to help you out. You took her hand and the two of you began into the house and straight up the stairs to Cordelia’s room. You were very eager for whatever the Supreme had in store for you.

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Dallon Weekes x fem reader smut with a choking kink? I'm thinking panic! era dallon where the reader is also a member of the band, and they've had chemistry for a while, and one night after a concert they do the deed in a dressing room? If you aren't comfortable with any of this I'm really sorry aha, I hope you have an awesome day! <33

Choke

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader

Rating: Mature (smut, choking kink)

Requested By: Anon

Word Count: ~2,170

Author’s Note: Porn with plot! My first Dallon smut! Woo! I’m pleased (?!) with this one, and I hope you all like it too!

You were feeling out of place waiting to be called in for your audition with Panic! At the Disco, as you were the only woman in the room. The music industry, especially rock, was so male dominated, but you were not going to let that deter you. It made you nervous as hell, but not deterred.

Other guitarists and bassists were called in as you waited your turn, picking at your nails anxiously, thinking about what you would be playing. Eventually a very tall bass player walked in, sat down next to you and made the mistake of saying hi. This was enough to get you talking, and you were totally unable to stop nervously babbling at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous. I'm (YN)," you laughed after talking his ear off for a few minutes.

"Dallon, Dallon Weekes," he smiled, which did nothing for your nerves. “And don’t worry about it.”

"(YFN) (YLN)?" A voice called from the audition room.

"I'm up," you sighed, picking up your guitar case.

"Knock 'em dead," Dallon nodded.

After the audition you waved to Dallon as you left and hoped somewhere down the road you'd run into him again.

A few years later, you and Dallon had become incredibly close being in Panic together, but it would have been impossible not to, given the role you'd both been relegated to within the band. Brendon and Spencer were the face of the band, they had history together and they always shared hotel rooms and dressing rooms.

You and Dallon were “just” touring members, trotted out for performances like a couple of show ponies. Your input wasn’t needed, that much was clear, but a paycheck was a paycheck, and you were making a name for yourself. Plus you’d never give up the weeks on the road with Dallon, experiencing new cities and countries you’d only dreamed of visiting and getting to perform night after night, but this particular tour was getting especially long and you were starting to get frustrated. In more ways than one.

It was another show like any other and Brendon was up to his usual antics. He would come over and stage-flirt with you before making his way back over to Dallon. Sure you both got into it for the sake of the performance, but the only person you ever really wanted to flirt with was Dallon and tonight he was driving you absolutely wild.

You loved watching the way his large hands moved across the neck of his bass, the way he threw his head back while playing was practically obscene, and it was incredibly distracting when he’d look over at you between songs, run his hands through his hair and shoot you a wink. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, you wanted his large, strong hands on your body, you wanted to be the one that made him throw his head back like that. You wondered what it would sound like for him to moan your name. You shook your head to snap yourself out of it, trying to keep your mind on the song you were playing.

That night as the bus rolled you to the next stop, it was suggested that everyone should play a drinking game. You settled in on one end of the couch, Dallon on the other, looking relaxed and comfy, and you had to fight the urge to go curl up with him.

“Never have I ever!” Brendon declared as he handed out bottles of beer to everyone. “(YN), ladies first.”

"Fine. Umm, never have I ever flirted to get out of a speeding ticket," you said and no one drank.

"Never have I ever had a fake ID," Dallon said and both Brendon and Spencer drank.

"Never have I ever kissed a bandmate," Spencer said with a smirk and everyone laughed as Brendon took a drink.

"Knew it," you muttered under your breath.

"Never have I ever been peed on during sex!" Brendon announced happily as the rest of you looked at him slightly dumbfounded.

"Well that went from zero to 100 real quick," you said shaking your head. "Fine, never have I ever hooked up with a fan backstage."

Again, Spencer and Brendon drank. The game continued, each of you taking drinks, some even going for more bottles of beer to keep the game going, but you were almost done with yours and ready to go to bed.

"Never have I ever enjoyed getting choked during sex," Brendon laughed and you felt releaved as you were done with the game as you lifted the bottle to your lips, finishing the beer. That's when you noticed three sets of eyes on you.

"What? It's fun," you shrugged. From the corner of your eye you noticed Dallon moving the pillow he had been leaning against on top of his lap. "Anyway, I'm done with my beer and I'm not opening another, goodnight."

As you climbed into your bunk and popped in your headphones, you couldn't help but wonder what Dallon was thinking.

The next day, the tour bus rolled into Chicago and since the following show was in Milwaukee, there was time for a hotel stay. A hotel stay with Dallon in the other bed you reminded yourself. You couldn’t help but notice Dallon was acting strangely as he moved throughout your shared dressing room. It was as if he wanted to say, but couldn’t bring himself to do so.

You were pretty much ready for the night’s performance, and you were just applying some lipstick in the mirror when Dallon walked up behind you.

"That lipstick looks good on you," Dallon complemented as he straightened his tie.

You turned to face him, surprised at how close he was standing. You decided you were sick of the tension, everything that was unspoken between you. "I wonder what it'd look like on you," you murmured, as you reached up and ran your fingers over his tie.

Dallon smirked a little before he started leaning in and you held your breath, heart pounding in your chest. It felt like you’d waited forever, spent so many nights wondering what it would feel like if Dallon kissed you and where it would lead, consequences be damned.

Just as his lips were so close to yours, there was a knock on the door, causing you both to jump. "Need you on stage in 5 minutes!"

"Thank you!" You replied before letting out a shaky sigh. Dallon was running his hand through his hair as you shook your head and turned to walk out the door.

Suddenly Dallon grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. His lips were crashing into yours as you practically melted into him as your arms wrapped around him. When you pulled back for air, Dallon rested his forehead against yours, as you both tried to catch your breath.

“We gotta, we gotta get on stage,” you breathed, a little stunned still.

“Yea,” Dallon nodded. “But after… after I want more. I’ve waited so long for this.”

“I cannot wait," you grinned back.

You and Dallon barely made it on stage on time after cleaning up the smeared lipstick and ruffled hair. You did your best to focus on the music you were supposed to be playing but it seemed like every time you glanced over at Dallon, he was looking your way or shedding another article of clothing.

First it was his jacket, but he always took that off during the show, then his sleeves were rolled up, making your knees weak. A short time later his tie hung undone around his neck, followed by the top buttons of his shirt being undone. This slow motion striptease was doing nothing for your concentration, or the feeling taking over your body. Hell you’d jump him right then and there if you didn’t think Brendon would fire you both for taking the attention off him for a moment.

The show seemed to take forever, but finally you were taking your final bows and walking off stage. The tension between you and Dallon was palpable and you wondered if anyone else noticed.

"The van to the hotel will leave in an hour. If you aren't on it, hope you like walking!" The tour manager called as everyone dispersed to their dressing rooms. You glanced at your watch, noting the time and thinking about what could happen in the next 60 minutes.

When the dressing room door was shut behind you, Dallon was on you again. Hands on your waist, pulling your body against his as you ran your hands through his sweaty hair. Your lips kissed his hungrily, urgently.

"We have an hour before we have to leave," you murmured into his lips. “Better make this quick and dirty.”

"But after that we have all night," he replied, his tone dripping in seduction.

"Oh god," you gasped. He took the opportunity to kiss down your neck. You shoved his shirt off his toned shoulders before fumbling for the hem of your dress to pull it off, breaking the kiss.

"(YN)," murmured in awe, taking you in wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"You want me?" You asked, looking straight in his eye. "You can handle this?"

Dallon smirked. "You know I can."

Your eyebrows went up in surprise at the cocky statement of your usually slightly reserved friend. "Good."

You closed the distance between you again, lips crashing together, hands roaming all over each other, as you both blindly made your way across the room, bumping into furniture until you were at the crappy old couch that took up far too much space in the small room. You dropped back, breathlessly as Dallon loomed over you. You didn't think it was possible to get any more turned on than you already were, but it was happening.

It didn’t take long for you both to shed the rest of your clothes, and you wanted to revel in Dallon's toned body, but there was no time for that now. You were making out furiously again, hands all over each other until he suddenly broke the kiss.

"Shit (YN), I don't have a -"

"I'm on the pill," you answered. He nodded and took his hand, pulling him over you as you lay back on the couch,

He propped himself up on the arm of the couch behind you, as his free hand caressed over your chest and you started making out again. His hips were resting against yours and while the friction was good, it was not enough.

"Please Dal," you murmured against his lips.

"Please what?" He teased. You could feel him smirking.

"Please fuck me, choke me, have your way with me, whatever you want, just please do something!"

Dallon smirked again before glancing down to line himself up and pressed into you tantalizingly slow. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of fullness and

"You feel so good," Dallon whispered reverently before pulling back, just to press back harder and faster than before.

"That feels so good," you moaned, looking in his blue eyes. That’s when you noticed he was glancing down. “You can do it if you want.”

He looked back up at your face for confirmation, before placing his hand around your throat and squeezed gently, eliciting another filthy moan from you. He seemed pleased with your reaction as he pounded into you harder.

“So good,” you squeaked out, unable to come up with anything more coherent as you were in a state of absolute euphoria.

“God, (YN),” Dallon moaned, and you could tell he was close.

“Please, harder,” you gasped.

Dallon thrust harder into you, losing rhythm before you felt him cum, the feeling of which caused you to cum around him with one last gasping moan. He released his grip on your throat as his sweaty forehead fell onto your shoulder as you both panted for air.

“Damn,” you muttered. “Dallon, I’m not joking, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Dallon laughed lightly, his cheeks flushing further. “I hope I can live up to expectations in the future.”

“I’m sure you will,” you smiled back.

“I guess we should get dressed and pack up before we miss the van to the hotel,” Dallon said, getting up, and offering you a hand to help you to your feet.

When you were both re-dressed and ready to leave the venue, Dallon took your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Before we go, I just want you to know, I really do like you (YN). If you wanna just hook up, that’s fine, but if you want more, I’m ready.”

You smiled up at him, this was the sweet Dallon that you’d fallen for so long before. “I do want more. I mean, more than just more hookups. I want the whole thing for us.”

Dallon nodded, a smile tugging at his lips as well. He leaned in and kissed you hard. “Good. Now let’s get to that hotel.”

#Anon #dallon weekes x reader #dallon weekes fan fic #dallon weekes fan fiction #dallon weekes imagine #idkhow fan fic #idkhow fan fiction #dallon weekes smut

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love-neptune · 3 years ago

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bnha x aot au + gn!reader

continuation of this post.

in all honesty this idea practically writes itself and idk where else to put it,, kinda gonna be in bakugo’s pov

when bakugo first receives the text from half n’ half he almost ignores it,, almost. but because deku’s part of the group chat he knows he’ll have to answer to avoid a load of spam texts to get him to reply

‘it’s about their case.’

huh? what the hell was that supposed to mean? half n’ half could be talking about just about any other- oh.

‘i’ll be there in 20.’ was deku’s reply and he was quick to send in ‘15’ before taking off.

arriving to todoroki’s office, bakugo stops to watch the half n’ half hero lift two very large paper bags up on his desk. now what could that be?

“manga?” he brows furrowed as todoroki pulls out stacks upon stacks of books that began piling up on his desk. the sound of the office door opening and closing was heard. deku apologizes for arriving ‘late’. yeah like two minutes makes a difference

todoroki grabs another book from inside the second bag and lays it down, it’s marked volume four and there are two copies, “take a look at the characters.”

deku grabs the first copy and examined the book and then begins to skim through. he takes a seat in the nearest chair and lets out a deep sigh. “this can’t be real.” the book is tossed back on the desk and deku leans back on his seat. he takes a deep breath, and bakugo isn’t sure if it’s to calm himself down or a sign of relief.

bakugo takes a long look at the copy in his hand. his grip only tightening when he finally takes a good look at the picture.

there sat eren yeager with what seemed to be friends of his. he could vaguely tell the where the other three stood. jean kirstein stood next to annie leonhart, eren appeared to be resting as he sat in the grass area and there behind him was yn, crouching down behind eren with that pretty smile of theirs.

they still seemed to be much younger than when they first disappeared and by the uniforms they all wore, they were soldiers. exactly what war they were training and fighting for none of them were sure.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” yet another copy of the volume was tossed back onto the desk.

“what sick bastard thinks this is entertaining?” bakugo reaches for the first volume before reading out loud the summary. “.. but the sudden appearance of an immense Titan is about to change everything. what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“well I guess we’ll just have to find out then,” the half n’ half hero sighs as he handed deku a copy of the first volume before grabbing one himself.

seeing eren and his friends deal with the invasion of man eating giants was a tough pill to swallow. and when they finally had grown old enough to battle only to have Eren be swallowed whole by a Titan had each hero feeling nauseous.

by the end, shouto flipped through the pages again, “odd. there should be a page stating that the places and events were thought purely through the imagination of the author.”

there was silence. the same thought running through their minds. could this be the work of a quirk? who could possibly have the heart to ruin so many lives for their own entertainment? clearly there was such a person or else their friends would be with them today.

“shouto.. where did you find these?” deku asks while he reaches for the second volume. the half n’ half hero gives them both the name of the bookstore and the cross streets. they’d need to get more heroes behind this case before they do anything rash like storming the bookstore without evidence.

their group of three soon grew and the case was active again as the ‘characters’ matched perfectly with other individuals that had gone missing around the same time period. it seemed that they were continuously contacting investigators on a global scale to reopen cases that were cold so long ago.

soon weeks turn to months and slowly they were getting more volumes released to the public. at least to the public only 22 volumes were available, but the heroes were certain there were more behind closed doors.

with the help of underground heroes, who volunteered to go undercover, they were able to get bits of information as to where the old bookstore keeper was getting his hands on such a rare and unique manga.

“his son? the fucking author is his son?” the conference room filled with heroes listening in on the report made by the undercover hero went silent. bakugo was fuming to say the least. well, wasn’t this a twist? the bastard was right under their noses the whole time.

“kacchan, will you let them finish their report?” deku side glanced him to which bakugo grunted in return. deku nods to the hero to continue. “he says that just a couple of days ago his son was down to the last panel and should be done any day now. all that’s left for it to be officially complete is to bind the pages to the book cover. no word yet on when that volume will be released.”

bakugo scoffs, “why wait for him to release it? as soon as we find out that he binds that shit all together, we take his ass down and take the rest of the volumes with us! we need to start figuring out how to get them all back instead of playing this waiting game he’s got us in!”

“rushing in won’t do us any good when we aren’t aware of how his quirk works. we need to take precautions so that we have an advantage. who knows, maybe binding the pages to the cover solidifies the storyline.” ingenium uttered as he collected the report from the undercover hero. many hummed in agreement and it didn’t help now that bakugo felt singled out.

“we understand the urgency, but we just can’t risk getting caught.” uravity adds as she assisted ingenium, “i can’t imagine the kind of situation he’d put us in for finding out. we don’t want to end up like..” her brows furrowed as she glanced down at a page filled with panels from the battle with the beast titan. “bakugo, i’m sure you understand our point of view and we understand yours, so please hold on.”

he takes a look at the panels, stomach churning at the thought that it could be them next if they weren’t careful. but the idea that he’d have to sit and wait still doesn’t sit right with him. “alright, a weeks time and then we head in. i don’t wanna hear that it’s too early, that’s all i’m willing to wait for.”

“so it’s agreed, we wait no more than a we-” the conference room door opened with a resounding bang, “deku, sir!” deku’s secretary, azumane, rushed in with his fist clutching a phone to his ear. “i’ve just gotten word from detective tsukauchi, he wants shoto, dynamite and you to head to the Narita Medical center immediately! he’s also advised for the others to commence the search warrant on isayama hajime.”

their reactions were to immediately make their way to the double doors, all but one. “kacchan, there’s no time for hesitation here. let’s go!” hesitation wasn’t a word that bakugo wanted to be associated with, not now or ever. of course, he wanted to be there to capture the man who created this mess and bring him to justice. though the thought that he’d be one of the first to see those students back was far more tempting.

he’s waited long enough to see that pretty smile that l/n used to give him. with a small sigh of relief, finally approaching deku who had waited by the double doors of the conference room. “yeah, yeah, i’m coming, don’t get ya panties in a twist!”

maybe, just maybe, things were finally looking up for him.

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sanghyukstattoos · 4 years ago

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Studio to home sessions

Characters: Lee Jaeyoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut (fingering, handjob, soft sex)

Words: 2633

Summary: Jae has been with you for quite a while now and you’ve spoken about it- about taking your relationship to the next level.

A/N: @jsnyoung as always, I love your requests and this was so cute~~ Jaeyoon would truly be the softest plus, the reader’s experience is open to being a virgin until she wants Jae to take her virginity or she hasn’t had sex in a while since she’s been waiting for their relationship to progress to that stage. I couldn’t decide which one but I do hope you enjoy!

He looks so adorable in both gifs (feat. a smiley Chani and Sanghyuk hehe) This is why I can never decide who my bias truly is ahah. Also, his dimples

You were sat on the sofa of the recording studio, leaning back as you heard Jae's soft vocals floating through the glass. You were lost as you paid complete attention to the sound, eyes glazing over with tears as you tried to hold them back.

Jaeyoon was an amazing vocalist and everyone knew that including Zuho who had a huge smile on his face. Producing The Last Festival had fans loving the new song and eager to hear more of his music.

Legs crossed and resting on your palm, you listened to his voice, the smoothness lulling you to close your eyes. It was peaceful in the studio, no insignificant sounds disturbing the vocals of Jae nor anyone coming in for a quick chat. This was one of those times where it felt like people outside were as stunned as you by Jae even though they couldn't hear anything.

To hear his voice over and over again was something that you wouldn't mind and you got to hear it everyday. Sometimes, if he had the chance, he'd sing to you, right before you went to sleep.

You felt differently this time but it wasn't bad. If anything it was leaning towards the good because your mind abruptly drifted to other places.

On a wider surface than the sofa of the recording studio, the hums that he'd let out were the same choked moans as he thrusted into you. The room was silent and perfect for the solace of quietness to make love. Your area throbbed and you opened your eyes, flushing at the thought of your first time together.

You hid it well, not that you needed too. Jae was a vivid and abstract lover, multi- dimensional as you'd call it. The more you got to know him, the faster you'd come to find him attractive. This is why, if you told him that you were ready and asked if he was too, mutual consent would lead to so many things and open so many doors for you.

Quietly clearing your throat as you watched Zuho pause and clap his hands in delight, Jae showed you a shy smile with his cute, round cheeks. "Hyung, that's so good, it's exactly what I wanted. Thank you" Zuho spoke to which Jae responded, "I'm glad to hear that, can we run over it real quick, there is something I'm not sure about".

Zuho hummed, waiting, as Jae removed the headphones from his head, ears having turned a slight shade of red from the tightness. You waited for them to finish up, knowing that they would return here for the remainder of the days.

Leaving the studio at an interesting time, you complemented Jae as soon as you got the chance. With the warmth of his hand encasing yours, the two of you walked back home after taking the bus.

"Thank you"

"Hmm..??"

"For staying"

"Of course, you know I didn't mind plus, I get to hear you sing. That's a bonus for me"

He giggled at your comment, the grip on your hand squeezing in a comforting measure.

Stopping in front of your house, you stood in front of him as he protected you from the chilly winds. Subconsciously, you licked your lips, staring at his face that glowed. Eyes fluttering to his lips, you connected the two in a heart-pounding, swaying kiss.

Leaning in to kiss you, the passion you found in your kiss surprised him but it didn't take him long to recover. Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, he blindly moved his hand around in your bag to find your keys.

The two of you leaned apart for a little bit and in the moment almost stumbled over a step. A laugh escaped the both of you, momentarily lighting up in smiles you reconnected, Jae pulling your keys out of your bag and successfully opening the door.

Your back to the door pushed you in and for the second time, his hand on your back steadied you as you entered your house. Shutting the door behind him, you removed your coats and threw them somewhere in the same direction. Moving to your bedroom, it was somehow warmer than the rest of the house.

Fiery and quick, he pressed quick kisses to your mouth repeatedly before pulling away but holding you in his arms. "Are you sure about this? We always have time and you don't have to do this now" he whispered against your lips, hearing you respond, "I'm sure about this. What about you?, How do you feel about this?"

The genuinely concerned questions lacing your tone had him heating up. The amount of care you'd shown in seconds made him say, "Yes" as he cupped your shoulders and gently pushed you onto the bed. He fell on top of you with a thud, landing on his elbows so he didn't crush you with his weight.

You traced his fingers that slipped your shirt off your shoulder, placing a soft kiss with each breath. Bringing your top further down, he got to your bra and paused, looking at you with caution raising his eyebrows at you. You hummed in agreement, a ‘’yes’’ escaping your lips as your lips as confirmation.

He moved to unclip your bra, watching your breasts pop out and jiggle, free from the confining but lacy material. You arched your back at the sensation of him swiping his tongue over your perky nub without any hesitation. He placed a soft kiss on each one, before moving along your stomach.

The first one made you suck in your breath, sure of the warm feeling on your stomach and by the fifth, you had relaxed in his touch. He cradled your frame, looking at you as he said, "You're beautiful" and you blushed at his words. The pink lit up your cheek as your arousal grew in anticipation.

He was taking things slow and admittedly, you were a little nervous but all of that pushed away when he looked at you, his fingers stilling at the buttons of your skirt. It was a pause, a soft moment between the two of you as he waited for you to say something.

You nodded, not quickly, but rather slowly as he watched you and recognised the agreement. Not breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned your skirt and pulled the material down your legs. You were left in your lingerie while he was still fully clothed. "Take off yours" you hinted at his clothes and he chuckled, using one hand to remove his jumper.

The comfy material came off with ease and revealed his toned abs, the muscles along his arms also being clearly defined. With his shirt off, it was like a whole other world underneath that you couldn't have imagined before. Now you could and that made you smile as you brought a finger to his abs, tracing the lines and bumps.

While he went to unbutton his jeans, he watched the expression on your face as you looked at him. You were lost for words and he knew that you were admiring him. What you did gave him the confidence he needed to be with you, here and right now.

You looked at him and smiled, content that you were here with him. Sitting up, you gulped at the sight of his cock, semi- hard through his boxers. You palmed him and he groaned, biting his lip as you saw him revel in the pleasure.

You were both on your knees, facing each other and to say that he was in awe, would have been understated. You knew that he wasn't going to judge no matter what and it gave you the opportunity to express some desires you’d held inside your head.

He cupped your neck and moved closer to you, slowly connecting your lips and moving with a fierce passion. Wrapping your arms around him, you bought yourself impossibly closer, bringing any space between the two of you. Your clothed core brushed against him and you moaned into the kiss, doing it once again.

Your panties were soaked at this point and his boxers had a little stain to them, his cock fully erect. "Wait" he softly spoke, leaning apart from his kiss as concern graced your features asking, "Baby, what's wrong?". You cupped his cheek and bought an arm around him, about to pull him into your hold when he placed a comforting grasp on your hip saying, "Condoms"

You sighed in relief as you replied, "I take some pills for my period which also applies to sex". His mouth formed the shape of a very tiny doughnut which you chuckled at, reconnecting your lips. You pressed a kiss to his soft lips and moved to kiss his neck and the line of his jaw.

Along his shoulder and pecs, you let every kiss linger with the touch of your breath fanning against his skin. He let out a small, shaky breath at your lips touching his skin, the warmth increasing the ache between his legs. Facing him, he laid down on his back as you hovered over him, legs on either side of his waist.

Your hands found their way to his boxers pausing to look at him. He nodded and you let his cock spring free, precum smeared over the tip. You removed your last piece of clothing and your dripping core brushed against his cock. Feeling the wetness from you drove him crazy but he waited for you.

Laying next to him, you threw a leg over his waist, bringing your lips close to his but not touching them. As he took the lube, he squeezed and smeared it across his fingers, bringing it to your heated centre. There was no doubt of the pleasure it bought you but also the stretch that made you moan against his mouth.

With a finger in, he watched your expressions for any sign of pain and when he found none, he slowly inserted a second finger. Your juices painted his digits, whines falling from your lips as you subconsciously jutted your hips into his hand.

"Open your eyes baby, speak to me" you heard him say. Opening your eyes and meeting his gentle one's, you opened your mouth only for a loud moan, "Fuck!" to escape your lips as he met a sweet spot. "I'm okay, don't worry- ah, do that again, please" you spoke and he nodded, doing it again.

You held onto him as he added his thumb to your clit, rubbing in circles and you almost screamed at the added pleasure, vibrations tingling your core. Finding yourself in the midst of all his ministrations, you stroked his cock, hearing him gasp at your warm touch. You watched his expression as his pace slowed down in you but didn't stop.

Meeting your gaze, he resumed his earlier pace on your pussy, scissoring your walls making you lurch forward and lean on his chest, beads of sweat adorning both your temples. His precum was all over your palm and that allowed you to stroke all of his length, occasionally fondling his inner thigh.

He slowed his pace and pulled his fingers out of you, aligning his cock to your entrance. His doe eyes stared back at yours, eyes shining with pools of silver, a reflection of the moonlight. He held your thigh up as he slowly entered you and you curled your toes at the burn you felt.

Hearing you hiss, he stilled, reconnecting your lips to see if you'd find comfort there. He held your back and whispering soft praises as he eased into you, bottomed out. You breathed, feeling full as he was stuffed inside of you. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked and you nodded saying, "Yes" licking your lips as the remaining pain subsided.

"Is it okay for me to move?" he asked, clearing the strands of hair that had fallen astray on your face, fingers soothing you as they traced your features. "You can move, it's okay" you replied, biting your lips that didn't hold back the moan as he slowly exited and re-entered you.

He did the same thing over and over until you asked, "A little faster please" choked moans leaving your lips as he increased his pace. The tightness of your pussy around his cock as he moved in and out of you heated up his cheeks, tinting them a light shade of you.

You swallowed as he rocked your body, holding your thigh at a comfortable length to spread you for him. The squelching of his cock spilling into you, pushing it to the brim filled the room. "That feels good," you said in a breath, your breasts bouncing due to the rigorous movement.

You nipples repeatedly brushed against his bare chest and he loved the feeling. The warmth of your core, your tits slapping together, your little whines and loud moans made him pound into you. The thought of you, naked and writhing for him turned him on, wanting to always make love to you.

He held your ass cheek in his grasp, squeezing the flesh as he moaned, watching your mouth widen with every gasp and moan, wanting more. Shifting his leg, he laid you on your back, covering you half way with his leg, continuing his thrusts into your wet hole.

Entwining his hands with yours above your head, he leaned in to nip at the soft skin, licking it as it turned pink. He did this in successful repetition, your skin turning pink across your chest. Slowing down, he slammed back into you and you held onto his ass, rubbing the soft flesh.

He encased one of your nipples, tweaking the other with your hand. You ran your fingers through his hair, softly holding the strands as he flapped his tongue against your nipple. He wet your area and sucked causing your nub to get swollen.

Shifting to his knees, he thrusted into you and propped himself on his elbows. He switched, licking your other nipple while he fondled the other hot and red one. As you felt a coil in your lower stomach tighten, you heated up and with a thrust from him, you released your cum.

Your cum lathered his cock in wetness and with a few final thrusts, he came in you, the thick, white cum, painting your walls. You felt his cum fill you up and he stilled inside you, waiting for you to catch your breaths. When you did, he pulled out of you and laid on the bed, bringing you closer to him.

Heart beating quickly, the pace it set didn't stop as you looked at him, the distance between your faces closer than ever. He pecked your lips in a small moment of tiredness, nuzzling his head into your neck.

He breathed into your neck as you went to wrap your arms around his back, your bodies touching to the slightest degree. The bright, embodied streak of silvers came through the curtains and illuminated your bodies, finding solace in the presence of one another.

There was this happiness that came over you, as you could finally be with him in an intimate way. Usually he'd appear at your door and go in for a hug when you weren't wearing a bra which made you tense up. You weren't uncomfortable about the lack of clothing and neither was he, rather having not progressed to that stage of your relationship just yet.

The level of trust included in it was absolute as well, not jumping straight ahead was key and you didn't do any of that. You sighed in relief, knowing that you could do the legitimate stuff and he'd show you love and only love to your body.

#sf9 #sf9 au #sf9 imagines #sf9 scenarios #sf9 shine together #Blooming time #sf9 fluff #sf9 smut #sf9 fanfic #sf9 fantasy #sf9 writings #sf9 jaeyoon #lee jaeyoon #jaeyoon x reader #jaeyoon smut #jaeyoon fluff

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satrangee-ray · 3 years ago

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The Snack of a Lifetime

Book: Open Heart 3 and beyond.

Pairing(s): Ethan × NB!MC {Dr Inara Hepburn (she/they)}.

Rating: Teen+

Summary: Inara barges into the DT room with some obnoxious snacks to force Ethan into taking a break. But is that all they have in mind, or will their brilliant plan saved for later take him by pleasant surprise?

Category: Fluff, banter, life decisions and celebrations 🎉😁✌.

Trope: Weddings and Proposals.

Warning(s): one or two swear words, mention of a sex act.

Writer's note: By the time this starts, Ethan and MC have already said their 'I love you's, are in a committed relationship, and more or less everyone knows about it. In my original HC for Inara and Ethan they don't get married this early, so this is kind of an AU cause I really wanted to write a proposal fic. Also the whole lawsuit drama didn't happen, cause I said so, and most sane people would agree.

Ethan wasn't used to receiving.

It was apparent in the way he interacted with the world, immediately getting suspicious of anyone who would remotely extend some sort of courtesy towards him.

He knew if he ever wanted to have something for himself, no one but he would have to take initiative to go get it. And for two-way processes like relationships, he had no belief whatsoever on the legitimacy of such things.

That was until Inara waltzed into his life, and amazed him with the possibility that he could be on the receiving end of good things without having to worry about any strings attached. Be it love, or a blowjob, or "care", as he previously liked to call it– the best things life ever had to offer were simply falling into his lap, and he couldn't find himself complaining.

Inara cared, in the truest sense of the word.

She cared enough to take off his glasses and cover him up in warm blankets, whenever he would fall asleep with an open medical journal in his hands. She cared enough to know just how he liked his coffee, or to school his scotch habits whenever they would get a little out of hand. And presently, she cared enough to let him work overtime, by agreeing to grab lunch with Tobias instead.

Ethan couldn't afford to take breaks. These days, he had to work even in between shifts, to finish editing his second medical book decently before it's approaching release date.

(One month before Inara's board exams)

The diagnostics office sat deserted, except for one doctor. A wooden desk, with papers sprawled all around. Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, as he kept his glasses aside.

Suddenly the office door swung open, and three figures strolled in. Two practically tumbled, giggling overenthusiastically. The third one was Harper, who calmly walked in holding a tray, and shook her head with an amused expression.

Ethan looked up, and saw Tobias and Inara, each triumphantly holding up all their 10 fingers at him.

"Ring Chips!" Inara squealed, running towards Ethan. "Si baked these last night, and brought them as extra snacks for her fourteen hour shift today, but of course, we managed to hog some. So dig in!"

Ethan cautiously eyed the bright yellow crisps looped through Inara's fingers, and said, "you're not expecting me to eat those atrocities, are you?"

"Did you just call Sienna's baked goods an atrocity? That's wrong on so many levels E, lemme just get her on the phone..."

"NO", Ethan replied on high alert.

"That's what I thought. Cause bold words for someone who struggles even with a pancake."

Tobias and Harper chuckled, struggling in vain to stifle it.

"Fine, give me one here", Ethan said, extending his hand towards Harper's tray which contained the particular baked snacks.

"Nope, that's not the way", Inara stopped him, slapping his hand. "If you're doing this, you gotta do it right."

A loud exhale escaped Ethan. "What now, Rookie?"

"E, you can't just pick one chip and eat it, okay? You gotta slip it through your finger, and try to grab it with your mouth, the childhood nostalgia way. Like this."

Inara brought their hand to their mouth, and swallowed one whole finger, sucking on it until the chip looped through it flew backwards into their mouth. They proceeded to chew on it, staring straight into Ethan's eyes.

He was so screwed.

Turning away from Inara's gaze with tremendous effort, he wordlessly picked up a chip loop from the tray and tried to slip it into his finger.

"Too small", Tobias remarked, and handed him another. "Try a bigger one."

This time the ring effortlessly slipped through his finger, sitting perfectly at it's base. Ethan stared at it, perplexed, for a few moments.

"Yes! Now consume it with your mouth", Inara's excited cheers continued.

Harper couldn't hold in a scoff, while the youngest doctor in the room remained blissfully unaware of the implications of their phrase.

Ethan's mouth opened in protest, but he realized it's futility immediately and decided to close it. Scrunching up his entire face, in disbelief that he was actually doing this, he lowered his head, and slowly raised his hand to his face.

When his finger holding the chip was well within his reach, he opened his mouth once again to grab it. But just when he was about to take the bite, Inara acted quickly and slipped the chip out of his finger, causing Ethan to bite into his own skin instead.

"Aahh, Nars what the hell! Are you nuts?"

The three other doctors in the room unabashedly cracked up now, not bothering to hide their glee in Ethan being tortured like that.

Inara began stroking his beard softly, before leaving a quick kiss on his cheek.

Shades of light pink took over it in response.

"You should have acted faster, honey", Inara said, taking his hands into theirs. Another gentle peck landed on his lips.

"Now I'm already running late, there's this patient I have to check on, gotta yeet. But you better finish the rest of those snacks, along with the real food we brought you for lunch, and for God's sake, please look up from those damn papers for five minutes, and take a freakin' chill pill!"

The last words were shouted as they rushed out the door.

Ethan and Tobias sighed.

"They're the best thing that has ever happened to you"

"Indeed", Ethan said in earnest. "I'll be very inclined to agree."

(Four months after Inara's board exams)

The gorgeous venue sparkled with chandeliers and boujee people in expensive suits. Small round tables, aesthetic chairs, congratulations in order everywhere. No, it wasn't the medical industry's 'it' couple getting married, it was the 'it' doctor, and the chief of medicine's second book getting launched instead.

Ethan had walked into the Edenbrook atrium that morning like it was a war zone. His expression still spelt terror, as he uneasily shifted his glance between some of his guests, shooting small, forced smiles their way.

"Why do we always have to do this?", he had asked Naveen. "Why couldn't we just release the damn book in stores? Why host a useless social gathering with forty thousand rich snobs who are only any good at showing off and draining your energy?"

Naveen had shook his head and hit him with an assertive "it's necessary."

So currently, Ethan stood awkward to his bones, in the middle of this necessary evil. Until, a certain presence near the door cued him to look up.

It was them.

Pantsuit in a sinful vermillion, the colour glowing bright against their skin. Red bottom wedges, that only aided their boss status. Brunette locks framing their face, so impeccably contrasting the emerald eyes looking affectionately back at him. Those, which never failed to take his breath away.

Inara Hepburn.

His giver, his lover, his Rookie.

And Ethan couldn't be more mesmerized, or reassured.

"Need some help picking your jaw off the floor, Ramsey?" Inara quipped, as they strode towards Ethan, torturously slow.

"I– well…", he stammered, before clearing his throat. "Is that look the reason why you chose to arrive 'fashionably late', and drive separately to my book launch from our own apartment?"

"Yeah, definitely the look, but I daresay some other things as well", they said, placing a playful hand on Ethan's chest. "You'll soon find out."

He smiled warmly at them. "Is that a challenge?"

"Have you ever backed down from one?"

A reckless mistake of letting his eyes slip to their lips, and Ethan couldn't wait any longer. He wrapped his arms around their waist, kissing them hard and deep. Drinking in their mouth, their warmth, their sensations. Aching to draw as much energy as he could to power through this event, from his greatest source of confidence, his only constant supporter.

"I love you so much, Rookie", he panted, after the kiss broke off.

"Some brand new information there", teased Inara, bumping their nose into his. "You know I love you too, E. Now tell me what's bothering you."

Ethan pulled back swiftly at that, and stared at them in astonishment.

"What?"

"What 'what'? It was all over your face when I entered, and you still don't look quite alright. What's wrong, love? I don't recall you being afraid of public speaking!"

"I'd address an audience in my dreams! I just don't understand what's up with these people who come up individually to congratulate me, and purposefully try to expand those two lines into a whole one-on-one conversation. Scandalous!"

Inara nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Such a mood, b*tch, such a mood."

Peels of laughter were shared again, at their effortless mutual understanding, and at the usage of Inara's all time favourite nickname.

"All the best", they wished, shaking him by the lapels of his coat. "Get out there, and kill it!"

About an hour later, applause sounded from every corner of the atrium. Ethan beamed, as he finished reading the last line of a snippet about his latest research from his book.

Clapping proudly from the crowds was Inara, a lover on a mission.

"Thank you everyone, for joining me here today", Ethan said, amongst cheers and buzzing words of encouragement from fellow doctors and other esteemed medical personalities. "I hope I will be able to add value to patient-care through my efforts behind this book. There are some people I would like to specifically thank for being of immense help on my journey till here, so let's begin. Dad, thank you so much for coming to support me. Means a lot. Maybe because of my personal outlook, I could never comprehend your brand of unconditional love, which you so freely offer without actively needing me to work for it. I know now how valuable and rare that is, and how it has helped me grow into the man I am today. For that I will always be grateful. Naveen, thank you so much. You know if I start listing 'what for', I won't finish."

A lighthearted chuckle spread among the crowd.

"You always keep saying my success is my own, but I firmly believe there was no way I would have been the doctor I am without your help and guidance. Thank you for being the excellent mentor and leader by example that you are, you still motivate me to become better everyday. And, last but not the least… Inara."

All eyes in the audience shifted towards one young attending, who was clutching her glass out of giddiness.

"I really want to say thank you, but those two words will never be able to express the amount of gratitude I hold towards you. Before you, my life was only ever about blacks and whites. Giving my everything into medicine, working late nights and coming back to an empty apartment with scotch in my hand, I thought I was doing it all right. But when I met you, got to know you, I… you left me in utter awe of who you are, both as a professional and as a person. I couldn't stop myself from falling in love, and in respect, with your brain, your mind, and your soul. I am so glad you were patient with me while I was busy trying to deny it. You continued to show that patience even until recently, when I was all cranky with writer's block. Now I know the great Dr. Inara Hepburn is also a published novel writer, so of course that bit might have come out of empathy, but nonetheless, I'm thankful for it. Today, I'm about to release a book I put my all into, the information in which might hopefully change the face of what I'm most passionate about – public healthcare, for the better. And I'd rather not share this moment with anyone else. So Inara, would you please honour me by coming up on stage to receive the first ever copy of 'Prognosis and Evaluation'?"

Inara couldn't speak, stunned into silence for a bit. They had no idea Ethan would be the one for emotional public speeches, and here they were, utterly moved, in for another surprise. So would he be, soon, they reasoned in their head, and gathered themselves. Keeping their drink aside on a table, they strode towards the stage, eyes shining with pride, love, and determination.

Determination to get this right.

Ethan took their hand as soon as they stepped on the first stair, and led them upstage.

A copy of the book, new and shining, was lying, all theirs to hold.

'Prognosis and Evaluation: A comprehensive study.'

Their heart swelled at the words written on the first page of the book.

Typical Ethan's handwriting, somehow neat and gibberish at the same time.

'My love, my north star, I promise to never let you down' - Dr Ramsey Ethan <3.

Tears. Instantly, a whole lot of them rolled down their cheeks. They clutched the book hard and hugged it to their chest, holding on tight. Ethan held them in turn, locking their shaking frame in his embrace, as the crowd broke into a unanimous applause.

"E, I don't know what to say", Inara began, on being handed over the mic. "Si would have cried so much if she were present here, Naveen's already crying."

Their grandmentor smiled back at them through his tears.

"The thing is, I love success. I love standing in the spotlight, having my own life, and earning my own achievements. Despite that, there is always a deeper warmth in standing next to someone you love, when they accomplish great things, and shouting "my person!" Today, you've given me that opportunity, and I'm so grateful to you for it. I'm proud of you for believing in yourself, and speaking your voice not as a "mechanism of coping with the means of this corrupt world", but as a means to bring genuine change because you believe you can. I've always seen you try so hard to never let your loved ones down, and that effort is what I'm so here for. People like you are rare, and I'm glad I got one to myself, to constantly cheerlead for, now and as long as you'll have me. I'll never leave your side, Ethan. I'd love us to forever be each other's hype person. Not just in practice, but also… officially."

Three distinct gasps were heard in the room.

Alan, Naveen and Tobias let their pinkies lock into each other.

Ethan's eyes widened, as he took in the meaning behind their words, starting to sense what might be coming.

Doubt. Disbelief. Shock. Anticipation.

In the next moment, they were down on one knee.

"Ethan Jonah freaking Ramsey, will you marry me?"

Dead silence in the entire room, everyone taking in what just happened.

Ethan's hands flew to his mouth.

Minutes passed.

One… two… and five...

No one said a word.

Eventually, the entire audience burst into cheers and jubilation. Even in such a formal event as that, quite a few wayward whistles were heard.

And then there was the man of the hour, standing centre stage, shell shocked. Still trying to process everything.

"Inara... Rookie, I–"

He couldn't. Form words or coherent sentences. His entire focus was on the person and the tiny blue box in front of him.

"There's a ring in there for real?"

'Shit', he cursed internally. What a ridiculous question.

Of course this was real. Their love was real, they were real. He was to get married. What? Wow. Really?

Of course there would be a ring for real.

"Depends", Inara said with a wink. "On whether or not you say yes."

"Come on Ethan!"

Encouragements burst from his acquaintances in the crowd, imploring him to say yes. His three musketeers, however, were heard the loudest.

'Yes', Ethan thought to himself. 'Yes.'

He had to say it.

"Yes", he tried whispering under his breath.

A first time, then a second.

"Yes. YES OF COURSE I’LL MARRY YOU!"

He exclaimed those words in ecstacy before dropping down on his knees as well, and pulled his lover in against him. He engulfed her in his arms, holding her so tight, it could knock the breath out of his chest.

"Yes Inara, it would mean the world to me if I could marry you", he whispered again into her ear.

"Good thing I asked then, E", Inara whispered back, before squeezing him one last time and pulling away.

"Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!", the crowd chanted.

The widest smile ever was shot their way, as Inara once again took hold of the navy box. She waited for both of them to steady themselves, and Ethan found himself holding his breath.

At last, the cover of the ring case slowly lifted, to reveal…

A bright yellow ring chip sitting right into the slit of the fabric in the case.

Confused noises of varying degrees filled the room. Only Naveen, Tobias and Alan watched the whole scene unfold with a twinkle in their eye.

Meanwhile, Ethan's expression progressed from utter cluelessness to gradual realization.

Oh! That ring.

"Wait, how did– how come that snack didn't rot in all these days?"

"Of course it did, love. Our original measuring tape probably decomposed long ago in some trash bin outside a gold shop, after having done its job. This is merely a replica, but you can call it a token."

"Nars… what do you mean?"

"I mean…", Inara said, inserting her hand into her suit pocket, to pull out a sparkling golden band, complete with five little diamonds on top. "May I have your hand?"

"Readily, Rookie… you already have my heart. Always, for as long as you'll have me."

Ethan placed his shivering palm on Inara's steady hand, and she took the opportunity to slip the golden band through his ring finger.

A perfect fit.

With tears in his eyes, Ethan agreed.

"I'm getting married to you."

"I'm getting married to you!"

Inara squealed at the prospect, and Ethan decided on sealing their joyous sentiment by crashing his lips onto hers in a searing kiss.

The audience went wild, but they were all forgotten in the minds of the lovebirds.

"I can't believe I get to call you fiancé", Ethan wondered in amazement.

"Me neither", said Inara, joining their foreheads together.

"Say what, we should ask Sienna to bake our wedding cake. Three tier, with a big old fondant ring chip on top."

"What? Ethan Ramsey wants a huge a** fondant snack on the top of his wedding cake! Are you sure he's okay?"

"Yes, he is, and he would do anything for his fiancé!"

With moist eyes and full hearts, they buried themselves again in each other's holds.

This time, with a mutual promise of a forever.

F I N.

Oukay so this happened. I kinda posted it. Shh, I need to breathe.

Thank you so much for reading, if you've made it this far. I hope I haven't damaged too many of your braincells.

Thank you @gaeipsstuff for naming Ethan's book. I would have never, seriously! Thanks for proofreading and giving a detailed analysis, it came extremely handy during the my edit sessions. Thank you @adiehardfan, @jeetushmannfeelz, you know if it wasn't for the both of you, this wouldn't be up on my Tumblr.

This is my first proper OH fic, with an actual story and shenanigans, so I've been super apprehensive about this. Hence, it would mean a real lot to me if you could tell me how you found it. Stay safe, do what you love, stan pixelated characters, and take hugs. Peace✌.

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spinster-sisters · 4 years ago

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Sunflower. Pt.2 LTY

Warnings: there is some mild sexy time thing but lemme tell you this relationship is toxic as fuck and get pretty heavy on the verbal fights so please don’t read if you are senstive to this kind of stuff.

THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG

The minutes ticked slowly by on the clock.

You didn’t dare check the time, scared of how late it was, and how early you had to wake up in the morning. You were now in your senior year at university, and it took no genius to notice you had been somewhat distracted over the past year or so. And your grades took the fall for it, so here you were at the ungodly hours of the night, juggling fixing your grades and working at your part-time job.

And speaking of distractions, you hadn’t seen Taeyong in 5 days. He, as far as you knew, was in a similar boat, having put off school in favor of parties and drinking, he was somewhat distant to everyone that past week or so. You are fairly certain that the only people who he has even seen the past couple of days are his two best friends, Johnny and Jaehyun.

You had met them both a couple of times before, and they were very similar to Taeyong himself, though you had to admit, they were a bit nicer. But you had never gotten to close with them, certainly not close enough to ask about their friend. (Who you weren’t even dating)

As the hours went by you found your mind straying farther and farther away from the material of the book laid out in front of you, instead of to the beautiful man who had your heart. You were worried about him, you missed him. Your mind thought of the last time you had seen him. It had been at the last college football match, and since you hung around in similar circles your two groups of friends often sat near each other at these kinds of things. Not that he sat next to you, no way in hell. He kept his distance laughing and joking with his friends, barely glancing your direction. But you hardly even looked at the game, instead choosing to watch the expressions of the heavenly man only a few rows away. He had been wearing a graphic T, which had hung loosely of his lean shoulders, and was tucked into his jeans. Your friends sitting next to you would elbow you in the ribs now and then notify you of something happening in the game, but not even the roaring crowd of thousands of happy college students could make you drag your eyes away from Taeyong as he jumped up, elated like his friends.

As the game came to a close you pleaded silently that the two groups of friends would stay together for the after-party, but your roommate (the person most aware of your infatuation) pulled you away from the festivities reminding you of the many hours of homework ahead of you that evening.

The party, you heard, was an eventful one. There were whispers through the grapevine that some disgruntled players from the opposing school found their way to the party and (though there are about 15 different versions of the story) Taeyong was the main reason 2 of them left with a black eye. You don’t know how much you believe that, Taeyong was many things but violent was not one of them, but it worried you none the less. Especially since he has been MIA since that night. I mean, what if he got hurt? What if he was in the hospital?

You pulled your mind out of the speeding train of thought. Your eyes were burning after staring at the pages of your textbook in the dim light for so long, and lateness of the hour only added to the heaviness of your lids. Not to mention the hard surface of your cheap desk and chair were a great discomfort to your aching bones after the long shift you had finished not 4 hours before. You finally gave yourself the relife of rubbing your bloodshot eyes and stretching your crackling spine. Now you looked at the clock next to you on the cheap yellow wood of your desk.

2:13 am.

As though the number themselves triggered it, you opened your mouth in a shaking yawn that moved its way through your body in waves. The exhaustion and desire for sleep were so severe you wondered whether you would make it all the way to your bed about 4 feet away. After coming to the realization that continuing to stare blankly again at your textbook would change nothing, you moved to stand up, lifting your arms above your head and arching your back side to side feeling the pleasant cracks. But your movements twords your bed were halted by your phone notification flashing. Lifting your phone closer to your head, straining your tired eyes you read. It was a simple question from your friend about your plans the next day (something you planned on replying to tomorrow morning) but the alert sent a thought to your brain.

Maybe you should call him.

You don’t know why this came into your head, it’s not like he had the best track record for answering you, and it’s not like he is likely to respond after being away for so long. But your earlier thoughts and fears resurfaced in your head, enough so that you typed out a quick message to the man and sent it before you could think twice:

To: Taeyong

“Hey, don’t know where you’ve been but I missed you”

[2:15 am]

The train car stank slightly and rumbled severely, but the giddiness bubbling in your tummy at the thought of the day out with those closest to you had all negative thoughts pushed out of your mind. Soon the monotone robotic voice sounded over the PA informing you of your arrival. Your roommate took the both of you by the arms and safely guided the three of you off the stain and above ground. Though it was still early morning the sun shown brilliantly against the glass windows of the surrounding buildings.

Pushing the thoughts out of your brain you crawled into your bed.

———————————

The plans you and your friend had for the day was simple, heading into the city your campus was on the outskirts of. Both of you had been spending the past two weeks working your asses off so as a reward you, your best friend and your roommate were now sitting on the subway heading to the heart of the city.

Besides time and a meeting place, you and your two companions had no real plan for the day, instead, allowing the day to take you where it will. As the sun moved through the sky so did your group through the city, going from shop to shop or park to park, even possibly a wedding reception (though your roommate dragged you and your friend away before it could be considered “wedding crashing”)

As the day drew to a close, the sun finally falling behind the towers, your best friend had the sudden idea to do something daring. The day had been an all-round success and had even managed to keep Taeyong out of your mind for the past few hours which was a feat in itself, so you decided to indulge your friend and ask her what she had in mind.

You were stopped at a street corner outside a quaint looking coffee shop and the time for nightlife was just beginning. The three of you were stood in a circle and as your friend spoke she leaned in, giving her words a childish giddy tone.

“Let’s get tattoos!” she spoke in a whispered shout. You scoffed at the idea leaning back in disbelief.

“Why would I spend my hard-earned money to have someone draw on my skin?” you asked allowed, expecting to have your roommate, ever the sensible one, back you up. But after being met with silence your head whipped to her to see the pensive yet optimistic look on her face.

“Oh no, don’t tell me you’re ok with this?” You asked in disbelief, gesticulating madly in her direction. She gave you a sheepish smile and said;

“Well, it is our last year of undergrad, might as well do something to remember it” all the while speaking with a bashful smile on her face.

“What?!” you could not believe the words you were hearing. Looking back and forth between your two friends did nothing to ease the confusion on your head. But after staring at them for a minute, them looking determined, you spoke;

��I’ll come with you but don’t expect me to get anything” you spoke resolutely. At this your friend, the initiator of the idea refuted,

“No, absolutely not, we are doing this together or not at all!” She looked defiant.

The longer you considered the darker it got and as much as you didn’t want to admit it you had been sort of detached from the people closest to you because of Taeyong and it sounded nice to be apart of the group again. You continued to mull it over for a few more moments before speaking apprehensively.

The day was now over and you were comfortably laying on your bed sprawled out over the covers like a starfish with a content smile etched onto your lips as you watched the blades of your ceiling fan revolve, listening to the gentle hum of voices from whatever your roommate was listening to in her room.

“Fine, something small”

———————

The parlor had been intimidating and severe but after walking out with a small sunflower tattoo on your right ribs (easily concealable in the future) you felt like a new woman. The three of you pilled into the nearest public restroom to take an Instagram picture of your new “Ink” (as your friend so childishly put)

The peace was broken however when the blaring sound of your ring tone sounded through the room. Your heart jumped at the initial sound but you quickly calmed and reached out to answer it. Whatever spike your heart received at the ringtone was nothing compared to the jolt at the name flashing on your screen:

Taeyong

You stared blankly at it for a few moments before rushing to answer it, practically shooting upright on your bed while bringing your phone to your ear. The eagerness that boiled inside of you whenever you were around the beautiful man grew as you awaited the sound of his voice.

“Hello?” you said almost too quickly before the call completely connected. You half expected the kind of brooding silence he usually gave you to build anticipation when he called you for sex, but instead, he spoke almost as quickly as you did.

“Let me in” the voice was not the smooth or a rich as honey as it usually was, in fact, it was almost coarse and rough. But this fact did nothing to stop the growing need in your heart knowing he was so close.

You barely choked out a ‘sure’ before running to meet him. The fact you were barely covered in an oversized t-shirt you bought yourself and underwear and the fact that you did not tell your roommate what was happening did not cross your mind as your body acted practically of its own accord, flinging your front door open and running down the several flights of stairs to the main door. Only when you reached the main entrance did the state of your dress and the lateness of the hour occur to you. But you didn’t have time to be embarrassed with Taeyong on the other side of the door. Panting you pulled open the door.

The sight of him was as beautiful as always, to you, he carried a glow around him that made him stand out from everyone else. Your mind already fogging over from the proximity after being apart for so long. While you were starstruck at the sight of him, his eyes only narrowed as he looked you up and down once before shoving his way through the door. dazed, you allowed him to drag you wordlessly back up to your apartment by the vice grip he held on your wrist. The entire way up the stairs your eyes did not leave his back. Even in the thick hoodie he was wearing your eyes could almost see where the toned muscles of his back would be if you could see them, your mouth watered at the thought and your head swam with the desire to hold him as close to your body as possible. Taeyong gave you no such opportunity, instead of keeping himself at least 2 steps ahead of you, dragging you limply behind him.

When you finally made it back through the threshold of your apartment Taeyong kicked the door closed behind him a continued the pull you twords your room. Your roommate called out, “Y/N? What’s going on?” from her room, clearly still preoccupied with the TV show she was watching. You awoke from your daze the tinnies bit but before you could answer Taeyong spoke loudly in response:

“None of your damn business”

Pulling open the door to your room pushing you in ahead of him and slamming the door so forcefully you briefly thought it might break off the wall. Distantly, as though it was coming from underwater, you heard your roommate scoff as though unsurprised. But this was inconsequential to you right now, all your mind seemed to fully understand was Taeyong standing before you with a scowl etched on to his perfect features.

Normally Taeyong would take his time working you up to near insanity before acting but tonight he was a man on a mission, merely pushing you back onto the bed. You instinctively slid back till your back hit the wall but your eyes did not leave his. Honestly, it was rare to have his full undivided attention even when he was toying with you, but the penetrative stare made you feel as though he could see every inch of your body with x-ray vision and the sensation was intoxicating.

Taeyong wasted no time in climbing on top of you and caging your head between his arms. Your head was swimming, Taeyong, his weight pressing down on you and, his heavenly musk being the only thing any of your five senses you perceive. Your heart was racing a mile a minute and your throat constricted the closer he got. You’re sure he could feel the eagerness radiating off your body.

Taeyongs hand slid from their place on the mattress to the hem of your shirt and in one quick motion he pulled it off. An instant cold hit your now exposed chest, but after a year of encounters with Taeyong, you knew better than to cover your now hardening nipples from the cold air. But Taeyong didn’t seem to notice or care about your compliance with his tastes and rules, instead, his eyes were fixed, unmoving from the dark lines etched into your skin covered by the clear wrappings. His eyes swam with unrecognizable emotions but you, who are so attuned to him, knew after only a few seconds that he was not pleased with what he saw.

Your heart sank and dread-filled your chest, in a childish attempt to keep him from looking so disapprovingly at the mark you moved your hand to cover it. But the damage had been done.

The disapproving look did not leave his eyes as they slowly moved from the inky skin upwards to your hardening nipples. A low rumble came out of his chest as he moved you farther back onto the bed placing his body between your automatically parting legs. He moved his head closer and began leaving bites and bruises on your neck and chest.

You were in euphoria as the feeling of his wet plush lips moved up and down on your neck, leaving a cold slick trail in their wake. It did not take much for Taeyong to get you keening with desire, and though this was not his usual tactic of reducing you to putty by merely his words before even laying a finger on you, it was still working like a charm. As you looked down at your bodies pressed together and his beautiful hands sliding up and down your torso you had a feeling that he could feel the slick in your panties and the heat radiating off of them.

Eventually, Taeyong pulled back just enough to watch your expressions, one hand slowly slid from its place on your waist up your body to the roots of your hair, and the other slid lower, trailing the skin above your panties briefly before slipping into them. At first, he did nothing but stare at you. You were panting with anticipation, practically mewling at the mere thought of him. You are sure the desperation could be seen in your eyes, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to know how much he means to you especially in this way where no other man could give you the same satisfaction.

His hand was cold where it sat securely cupping your heat, your body started to buck slightly into his hand, pleading him to just do something.

“How badly do you need it?” He questioned allowed in a surprisingly amused voice. You whined out a response and bucked your hips once more into his hand.

“That’s, not an answer baby,” He remarked casually as the heat the pooled in your abdomen burned even stronger, sweat was beginning to form on your brow as your body worked itself up into a fervor. You wanted him more than anything you have ever wanted before. Your head swam with thoughts, but the only discernable thing in them was the face of the godly man before you, who glowed in the yellow lights of your bedroom.

“I need it so bad Tae” You spoke, your voice came out raspy.

“And who do you want to give it to you?” He asked, finally moving his hand the slightest bit to slid between your folds. Your breath hitched so severely that you nearly choked. And when one long slender finger found it’s purchase providing your entrance you lost the ability to breathe at all.

It felt like you had done hard drugs with how intensely your mind spun. Every inch of your body tingled with desire for Taeyong.

“You, Taeyong, please” You pleaded so desperately, closing your eyes to shield yourself from the powerful glow that radiated off of him. But just when you thought he would grace you with the pleasure you so desperately desired, his hand pulled away and out of your panties abruptly. A pitiful whine so long and drawn out it was shameful, escaped your lips as your body attempted to curl in on itself to fill the spot where Taeyongs hand was not moments ago, but his lean body was still positioned over yours keeping you in place. The hand that had been in your hair tightened dangerously as he forced your dazed eyes to meet his clear ones.

“So just to be clear,” he spoke in his scarily dominating voice, “You need me” He spoke every word with such a definitive tone. Your eyes had gone wide in shock after the initial stupor and feeling of emptiness subsided. You pressed your back into the mattress and nodded at him, after all, it was true.

Taeyong leaned back onto his heels, still kneeling on the bed, still keeping you securely beneath him.

“When I saw it on Instagram I hoped it was a joke.” He stated plainly, crossing his arms after gesturing vaguely to the marks on your stomach. The disappointment that dripped from every word made you want to crawl deeper and deeper into the blankets. You had disappointed him, you shouldn’t have let your friends talk you into getting it.

“And to think I was going to reward you next time I saw you.” you burned with embarrassment.

“And what exactly were you thinking” He accused, leaning back over you with a severity you had never heard in his voice. The shame was unbearable.

“Marking up your skin?” He nearly spat at you. You felt awful like you had failed him, the only person who mattered to you at all. But in his next words, his voice shifted to a sickly sweet tone.

“My baby girl doing something like this without asking me?” He asked allowed as if it was a scandalizing thing for you to do.

But his words caused something to snap in you. You were coming down from the dazed high that seemed to permeate your brain whenever Taeyong was around. You felt hurt and cut deep, and possibly for the first time, a twinge of anger rose in your chest as his accusatory glare still shown down on you.

Your face hardened as the anger rose. Fuck this.

You forced yourself into a sitting position and pulled your discarded shirt over your head. Taeyong was thrown off balance by this and fell slightly onto the bed. His face held shock but anger was still the predominant emotion as he pushed himself off the bed to stand on the floor in front of you.

You had never acted out against him before so both of you seem equally surprised at your actions and certainly, neither of you knew what you were going to do next. Your brain was still quite a bit fuzzy but was gaining clarity quickly but the only thing you truly felt at this moment was, for the first time, you wanted Taeyong out. So that’s what you went with.

“Leave” you demanded simply, breaking eye contact with his smoldering gaze. Even as you spoke a significant portion of your hear was calling out to you to stop. To not let yourself push away the man you craved so intently. Taeyong made no move to leave only raising an eyebrow. You could tell that he was not taking you seriously, as he never has, so you repeated yourself, firmer and meeting his eyes.

“Leave”

“I’m not going to do that” he replies cooly, it was clear to him that he still held the power in this interaction and he was determined to keep it.

“Now how bout you tell me what’s bothering you so I can get back to dealing with this little act of defiance,” he remarks, causally gesturing to the patch of skin beneath your shirt. He was treating you like a child. Like a dumb little girl throwing a tantrum. You began to seeth where you sat staring up at him. He made a move to reach out to you but you shoved his hand away. Fixing your face with a determined expression.

“Taeyong, get the fuck out of my apartment,” The mild amusement in his face disappeared. His eyes darkened dangerously, a sign you had become accustomed to. He was getting angry as well, but he still made no move to leave. The longer he stood there to more your blood boiled and the more you glared at each other the higher the tension rose.

“Watch your mouth, babe” He growled at you.

“Don’t tell me what to do Taeyong” You said raising your voice and pushing yourself off the bed to face him. You had never been anything but compliant with him, scared to lose whatever affection he had for you. Even in the moments he frustrated you or broke your heart you would still obey his every command because the idea of being without those few minutes with him was worse than enduring the hours of pain that he caused. But now as you stand here you could not stop the flow of words escaping your mouth, though deep in your heart you knew you would regret them later.

“Do not tell me what to do Taeyong. I am sick and tired of this shit! You come into my life, maybe twice a week if I’m lucky, fuck around with me and my emotions, make demands, make me act a certain way, only to leave me and disappear for days! and yet I still come running any time you call just for the chance to be in your presence. You treat me like I am a child and even when I am with you it’s like I am the 3rd thing on your priorities list!”

You took a panting breath.

“God fucking damn it Taeyong, you have stopped in the middle of fucking me just to go off to some party and you think you have the right to come in here and take ownership of my body?” You screamed out every word at him and with every word his face hardened.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think I have the right, I know I do” he growled out, “Because in case you haven’t noticed it is you that comes crawling back not me, it is you who hangs on every word I say, it is you who fell in love with me.” Spat out at you, voice dripping with malice.

“Yes I do treat you like a child because you are one, it’s like you are completely dependent on me and its pathetic! You call me and text me every fucking hour of the day like it’s my job to listen to your cries. I have better things to do than comfort you over every tinny inconvenience.” His speech was filled with more emotion than you had ever heard come out of him, and honestly, you wanted more.

“Fuck off Taeyong” You spat turning away from him and staring out your window.

“Oh, no no no, you wanted to fight, now we are going to fight!” He practically roars at your back, stepping closer to you where you stood your ground.

“You are the neediest and most obsessed person I ever meet. Remember I don’t need you, I really fucking don’t. And yet you get crazy every time I don’t talk to you for a day, what the fuck was that by the way 'Hey, don’t know where you’ve been but I missed you’ If I thought it was important that you knew where I was I would have fucking told you. I don’t fucking love you so why are you so obsessed with me” He calls out to you. You rounded on him.

“Do not act like you didn’t want me to fall for you possessive son of a bitch! You were so scared of sharing your toys you made it a point to make me care about you so that others would stay away!”

Your voices were getting louder and louder with each passing jab.

“Yeah, I don’t like sharing! I never said I was a good guy Y/N, I don’t give a fuck about your feelings but I will be fucking damned if I let some random ass guy of the street touch you or let you put black shit in your skin! I know you better than anyone and you know what the best part is? It will fucking stay that way, cuz I know that right now you are just eating up all the attention I am giving you aren’t you, you pathetic bitch!

Just as he was about to continue the door was thrown open and your roommate stocked into the room. Her expression was hard and emotionless. She marched right up to where Taeyong stood motionless, grabbed the man by the collar and flung him twords the door. She spoke with the kind of finality that sent shivers down your spine.

"Taeyong, its time your you to leave.”

After processing her words he gave her a quick once over as if deciding if it was worth fighting. And as he turned and walked out the door you had the sinking realization had he had decided that you were not worth the trouble.

After the sound of the front door opening and closing your roommate turned to were you stood and addressed you for the first time.

“are you alright?”

It occurred to you now for the first time that you were crying. Because Taeyong was right, you did like it in those moments where it seemed for the first time that you were truly the sole object of his attention.

#nct smut #taeyong smut #nct scenarios #nct timestamps #taeyong scenarios

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taste of certainty - part four

Fandom: The Arcana Pairing: Julian Devorak x OC Apprentice (Syran Elkas) Tags: friends to lovers; modern times au; friend group dynamic; slow burn; pining; really just Julian being Julian and Syran being Oblivious Words: 8280 Warnings: mention of anxiety, migraines, insomnia, alcohol

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Believing in something more than just the surface I trust that this is worth it, But my toes are hanging off the ledge

-trust, half-alive

IV. heavy storm

Everything hurts and everything seems blurry. Syran feels like she’s floating, her feet not touching the ground. She hears a mix of sounds, the clanking of metal, a voice urgently talking to someone, the shutting of a door. Something is tickling her face. She groans and opens her eyes, light disorienting her.

“Syran! Oh, god–”

She looks up towards the hurried voice and, finally, things come into focus. Ilya’s face looms above her, eyes so big and worried that she fears they might fall out of his skull. Everything is spinning. There’s someone else calling from– the floor?

“–lo? Ilya, is everything okay?”

“Just a second!” He yells at the floor, then starts moving. And Syran moves with him.

Oh, okay. He is carrying her.

He lays her down on something soft and Syran finally takes in her surroundings. She tries to sit up, but Ilya’s hand pushes her back. “Ah, ah, ah, no– stay down, okay?”

Another fit of pain to her head, Syran winces.

“Take deep breaths, you’re okay. You’re okay.” Whether Ilya is saying that to reassure her or himself, Syran doesn’t know.

“I’m going to grab my phone real quick, yeah? I’ll be back in a split second, please don’t get up.”

Syran vaguely nods and Ilya gets out of her vision. She recognises the ceiling of her apartment– how did she get here?

It slowly comes back together: the stars, Ilya, the walk, the migraine, Ilya, the person hitting her, her losing balance. Ilya. The pain in her head, a million times worse.

Ilya returns, kneeling by the couch. This time he’s got his phone lodged between his ear and shoulder, and some cloth in hand.

“Yeah, Nadia, we’re here– she’s awake–” he reaches the fabric to Syran’s forehead and she shies away at the contact. “It’s just water, don’t you worry, yeah? We’ll fix this, it’s nothing big.” Ilya reassures Syran, as the voice from the phone keeps talking underneath. “I’ll call you later, okay? Y–yes, I’ll take care of her– I’ve got a fucking medical degree, Nadia!” He hangs up, then reaches the newly free hand to cup Syran’s face.

“Can you talk?” he asks, voice now hushed, just for her.

“Y– yeah–” Syran mutters. “I think– so.”

Ilya smiles a little, relieved. “Good– that’s good.” He sighs, then looks around the room. “Do you have a first aid kit? A medical cabinet?”

Syran nods a little. Her head is about to blow up, she’s sure. “Bathroom– under the sink.”

“Okay, can you hold this here? Apply some pressure?”

Syran realises he’s still holding the cloth to her forehead, and she figures that’s why she felt something down her face. She’s bleeding. She tries not to let anxiety get the best of her and reaches up to do as told. Ilya covers her hand, fingers cool to the touch, and presses gently.

“Good, like this. I’ll be right back.”

Ilya takes care of her with delicate hands and gentle whispers, cleans her wound and bandages it, brings her water, holds some ice to her head. He reassures her all the way through, makes sure she’s okay until the end– until her head stops spinning and the pain calms down enough for her to slowly sit up.

He’s still crouched by the sofa, wide eyes looking up at her, his hands on her waist. Had she not felt like this, Syran would have overthought that touch, that contact– her heart would have made somersaults.

But right now, she can only think of one thing– sleep.

“How do you feel?” Ilya asks.

Syran huffs a laugh, “Like I hit my head.”

Ilya smirks, although worry doesn’t leave his face. “Well, yeah. But I told you before, you’ve got a strong skull there. You won’t need any stitches.”

Syran laughs a little again, reaches a hand up to where she feels the stinging pain, finding some gauze wrapped around her head instead.

“I wouldn’t touch that,” Ilya gently pulls her hand away, but doesn’t let go.

“You might have a concussion. Think you can stay up for a bit?”

“Uh– I guess.” She wants to sleep, really, but she should trust Ilya more than herself when it comes to medical advice. “What happened? There was a guy–“

“He was running and bumped into you, you hit your head on the concrete. I tried to call after him, but he was faster– I thought it better to stay with you.”

“Well, here ends my wrestling career.” She mutters, pain still making her feel dizzy.

Ilya chuckles, then gets up, sits next to her.

“I don’t want to scare you, but if you still feel bad in a bit I think we should go to the hospital.”

“Are you sure? I’m– I’m not that bad.”

“You hit your head pretty hard, Syran.”

His voice is soft, but serious. He sounds genuinely concerned, it warms her heart.

“Fuck– I have work to do tomorrow.”

“On a saturday?”

“Yeah– I can’t miss it. I need to go to bed.” She tries to get up but Ilya’s hands softly pull her from the waist and make so that she sits back down.

“No, no, no, missy, not until we’re sure you’re okay. Feeling sleepy is part of the symptoms.”

She feels frustrated. She enjoys his company, but– her bed calls.

“Ilya,” She whines. “I’m tireeed.”

“I know, but if your concussion is bad I’m not letting you hurt yourself more. How about we watch something? And drink some water.”

She pouts at him, but he doesn’t budge.

“Aight.” She resigns.

“Good, I’ll go get you water– don’t get up!”

“Yessir!” She mocks him, but it just makes him laugh.

A glass of water and an episode of The Bake Off later, Syran feels much better. Ilya made her take some painkillers too, which helped with the throbbing in her head. He sits close to her and has been asking her how she feels every now and then.

“I’m fine, Ilya. Much better, I swear.”

“Okay, okay– you sure? You don’t wanna go to the hospital? No more dizziness? Nausea?”

“No, doctor. Just the pain in the temple.”

“Good, okay– I mean, bad, I wish you weren’t hurting, but it’s good all the other stuff is gone.”

“No hospital, then?” She asks as the credits roll.

He sighs. “I’d still take you but if you’re sure you’re okay, then- some rest should do the trick.”

“Nice. Good.”

“So, ready for bed?” He asks, nonchalantly.

“I–uh–” for a second, Syran gapes at the various implications of his words. But then again, that is a perfectly normal question, given the situation. “Yeah– I need my pillows.”

Ilya lets out a small laugh, “That you do.”

He helps her get up and to her room. When they reach the door, he seems to hesitate.

Syran turns to him, small smile on her lips. “I’ll change myself, don’t you worry, Doctor.”

“I– uh– no- I was more thinking that you shouldn’t move your head much right now,” Ilya mumbles, clearly flustered.

“Can I at least wear pajama bottoms? Sleeping in jeans is a sin.”

That makes Ilya laugh and he finally lets her go. “Be careful, though.”

“Yep, yep,” Syran waves him off, closing the door behind her.

“I’ll– uh– I’ll wait here!” He exclaims from behind the door.

Syran slowly undresses, careful to her head, gently putting on her nightwear– really just some sweatpants and a hoodie. She looks at herself in the mirror: the smudged make-up, the faded lipstick, the bandages, bits of blood still sticking on her hair, the look of utter pain lingering on her face.

Well, she can’t look worse than this.

When she opens the door again, Ilya is pacing back and forth, typing aggressively on his phone.

“All done,” Syran says. Ilya’s head shoots up.

“Right, well, good, that’s good,” He takes her in, then his features soften. “You should rest now, really.”

“I guess so,” she smiles, then winces a little at another fit of pain.

Ilya immediately reaches for her. “Does it hurt again? Should I help you lay down?”

She nods and lets him help her to bed; he carefully props up a pillow for her and tucks her in under the duvet. It’s sweet, really. Syran’s heart is fluttering a little, under all the pain.

Then, a little meow fills the silence, paws pressing up into her side.

Amongst all this chaos, she had forgotten about Persephone.

“Ah, yes, it– it wouldn’t leave your side before either,” Ilya smiles at the cat. “What’s its name?”

“Persephone,” Syran reaches to pet her. The cat leans into her hand softly.

“She’s a good cat,” Ilya says.

“Yeah, can’t believe you never met her before,” Syran then moves her head slightly, looks at her nightstand. “Hey, can you– can you pass me that little plastic bag? It’s got makeup wipes in it.”

“Oh, sure–” Ilya does as told and passes her a wipe directly, then Syran slowly cleans her face off.

“I’ll get you some more water, okay?” Ilya asks, but before she can reply he’s already out the door. Syran finishes removing her makeup as best as she can, arm plopping down as soon as she’s done. She sighs, hoping for the throbbing in her head to subside soon.

Ilya comes back with water and some more pain relievers, she gulps the water down, then goes to clean her face some more. When she’s done Ilya looks at her and chuckles a little.

“What?”

“You’ve got– uh– some–uh, erm, can I?” He reaches for the wipe, still in Syran’s hand. She lets him take it. “You’ve got black smudged on your cheek”, he smiles fondly and leans down to wipe her face, hands ever so gentle.

Syran can’t help but be aware of his closeness this time. She looks at his profile, sharp and clean, his grey eyes focused on the task, hair falling down his face.

When he’s done, their eyes meet and Syran’s heart is in her throat. They’ve never been close like this.

She can see Ilya swallow, his hand still kind of hovering near her lips. Then, as if waking from a dream, he shoots back up.

“Well– I’ll– I’ll let you sleep then. Let me– let me know if you need anything. The pills will help with the pain when you wake up.” He clears his throat and turns to Persephone, pointing a finger at her, brow furrowed. “You keep guard, ‘kay?”

“She will,” Syran says, faint smile on her lips. Suddenly, exhaustion starts to take over her, as her body catches up to all the night’s efforts.

“Ilya?” She calls, as he walks towards her bedroom door.

“Mh?” He turns to her.

“Thank you– Uh. You’re– you’re really kind.”

Ilya smiles, “Just doing my job.”

Syran drifts off to sleep just as Ilya closes the bedroom door behind him, Perspephone purring beside her.

🂱

It’s still dark outside when Syran wakes up.

She slowly sits up, careful to the pain in her head. It makes her wince a little, but it’s not as bad as before. She looks around her room, soft moonlight peeking through the window, Persephone curled up and sleeping beside her.

Syran reaches for the water on her nightstand, notices the dirty makeup wipe next to it. She can’t help but smile. Stars know what would have happened to her if Ilya hadn’t helped her.

When she’s done with the water, though, she realises she’s still thirsty. Slowly, she pads out of bed, taking her time to do every little movement. Persephone looks up at her after a big yawn.

“I’m just getting water, I promise,” Syran says.

Persephone doesn’t move, but carefully follows her with her eyes as Syran exits her room.

She makes her way to the kitchen, doesn’t turn on any light– luckily the ones from outside are outlining enough of the apartment for her. A chill runs down her spine; the temperature is much colder.

She chugs down the second glass of water, then starts walking back to her room.

Just then, she hears it– a soft murmur. Someone almost– whining?

She turns to her right, where her couch is. A figure is laying on it, arm hanging from one side–

Fuck.

Ilya is still here.

She slowly makes her way to the front of the couch, notices how Ilya barely fits on the length of it, his feet hanging over the armrest. His boots are hastily thrown on the floor and his coat is loosely draped over him. His phone is on the floor too, next to his dangling hand.

His face is all scrunched up on one of the couch pillows, and now Syran is sure, he’s talking in his sleep. Not concrete enough words to make sense, just a murmur here and then. She doesn’t know what to do.

She wonders what in fresh hell made him decide to stay like this and not go home, but a voice deep at the back of her brain tells her she knows why. He clearly cares about her and wanted to make sure she’s okay.

Syran wants to half smack him, half hug him. She sighs.

She’s got a few throw blankets in her bedroom, so she quickly goes back, under Perspehone’s curious stare, and brings them to the living area.

Careful not to wake him up, she removes Ilya’s coat and drapes one of the blankets over him. His breath hitches at one point, which makes Syran freeze, but he doesn’t wake up. She slowly puts another one over him, making sure it covers enough for him to keep warm.

“–mail. Snail? Lovely– leaf eye.”

Syran stifles a chuckle at the weird mix of words coming out of Ilya’s mouth. Before she knows it, she reaches out to move some hair out of his face.

Then, he starts talking again and Syran immediately shoots away, startled. The hell was she thinking?

With the sudden movement, though, her head spins for a second, and she stumbles back. The back of her knee hits the coffee table, making the potted plants on it rattle. She almost falls on it, but she grabs ahold of herself.

“Shit–” She whispers, hand to her temple.

“—yran?”

She turns back towards Ilya, who’s looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. She crouches down to him.

“Hey– hey, Ilya, sorry– I–”

“‘re you okay?” He slurs, clearly still half asleep.

“Yes, yes I– I didn’t mean to wake you up,” She sighs, “You didn’t have to stay.”

He reaches for her cheek with his free hand. “I wanted to– you’re– I'm glad you’re safe.”

At this point Syran doesn’t know if the blood in her body spikes up because of everything that’s happening or because of how calmly Ilya does and says certain things, making her stomach turn upside down.

“I’m– I’m glad you were here to help–” She murmurs, reaching up to cup his hand.

Sleep is clearly heavy on both of them, Ilya’s lids barely holding open.

“ ‘nytime.” He smiles sweetly, as his eyes close again. “Anytime, for you.”

His hand slowly drifts back down, and Syran holds it all the way through. She doesn’t want to let go– it’s something like four in the morning and she hates to admit this to herself, but she wonders how it would feel to lay to sleep with him. How it would be to hold him through the night.

With a shake of her head, she carefully gets up, getting back to her bedroom.

It’s all in her mind. There’s nothing going on, right?

Right?

🂱

The next time Syran wakes up, is to her phone alarm. She groans and shuts it off immediately, checking the time.

7:30 am. Ugh. She’s got work.

There’s a few messages on her phone– more than a few, actually.

It all comes back to her.

All of her friends have contacted her, from Muriel to Nadia, all of them wishing her well, asking to call when she awakes, reassuring her. As she’s reading through them, a call from Asra sets the phone off.

“Mhmh?” she croaks.

“Oh god– oh god, you’re awake. Are you okay? Ilya isn’t picking up–” Asra sounds extremely worried, but there’s also relief in his words.

“I’m okay, hey, Asra– I’m fine,” Syran tries to sound as calm as possible. “I promise.”

“Right, yes, good.” He exhales, “Syran, I’m– I’m sorry. I feel like it’s my fault– if I hadn’t left you alone like that–”

“Hey, no, stop right there,” Syran reprimands him. “You have nothing to do with this. It could have happened anytime. And I wasn’t alone. It’s not your fault. Don’t you dare say that again, okay?”

Asra takes a pause, but when he speaks again he sounds more relieved, “Okay– okay.”

“How are you, anyway? With the whole– Valer–”

“I didn’t call to talk about me, S,” Asra counters. “I’m fine. We’ll talk about it when you’re better, all that matters now is that you’re okay.”

Syran can’t help but smile at his concern, “Understood. But really, I’m okay. Just a little scrape.”

“Ilya said it was a concussion–”

“Yeah, well– I guess. But I’m much better now.” She’s not lying, really. Things are not as fuzzy as last night, and definitely not as painful.

“He helped you, right? He took good care of you?” Asra sounds threatening, like the thought of Ilya not helping would be enough for Asra to send him to the gallows.

A flash of memories floods her again; the way Ilya handled things, how he reassured her, fixed everything. Made it better. The way he held her hands and cupped her cheek, tended to her with the utmost care. Her face grows warm for the millionth time this week.

“Yes, he–” she clears her throat. “He did. He was very kind.”

“Good, he better have been,” She can hear Asra relax again. “Is he there, still? He hasn’t come home.”

“Yeah, he’s– he’s here. I think.”

“You think?” Asra’s tone is edging on playful and she really doesn’t have the will to argue with him right now. “Or you know?”

She sighs. “Asra. He slept on the couch, last time I checked. Maybe he’s left, I don’t know.”

“Aw, he stayed to look over you, that’s cute.” Then his tone changes again. “And honestly if he hadn’t I would have killed him.”

“Stars, it was a small accident, not a car crash! I’m fine, Asra, seriously.”

“Okay, okay. I should get ready for work, I’ll come over later, okay?”

“Uh– no, I’ll see you there–”

“Don’t you dare show up to the office. Muriel’s calling there as we speak. You’re off for the day, please rest.”

Something in his voice tells her she’s better off not retaliating. “All right, all right, jeez.”

“Good. Now go check on your charming doctor, he’s probably going to eat his own hands in worry until he sees you stand up.”

“Shut up–”

“Toodles!” Asra hangs up before Syran can insult him. She shakes her head with a smile.

Persephone prances up in her lap.

“Good morning, cutie,” Syran grins at her.

Then, a gentle knock on the door.

“Uh– Syran? You awake? I– I heard you speak–” Ilya’s voice sounds hesitant.

“Yep, you can come in!” She says, letting Persephone go to slowly sit on the side of the bed.

“Oh– okay.” Ilya gingerly pokes his head into the bedroom, eyes quickly finding hers.

She smiles at him, “Goodmorning.”

“Goodmorning– I– uh– just wanted to check on you one last time.”

“You can enter, you know?” She laughs, then pats the spot beside her. “I promise I won’t bite.”

“Ha– right. Yeah. Sure.” His voice still sounds groggy, a little huskier than usual. Syran tries not to think about that.

When he sits down next to her, Persephone is quick to come around him and prance in his lap, meowing up at him.

“Ah, my assistant,” he smiles as he scratches her behind the ears.

“She was excellent,” Syran laughs.

“Good,” Ilya looks up at her, eyes soft. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Better.” He doesn’t look convinced. “Really, Ilya. I probably would have been a lot worse if you hadn’t been there to help. I’m good.”

Ilya gapes at her for a second, then turns back to pet Persephone. She notices his ears are red, but she turns back towards her window, sunlight streaming through.

“I barely did anything, but– I'm glad,” he says. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

Syran thinks back at their small exchange in the middle of the night. Does he not remember?

“Ah and– thank you for the blankets. You didn’t have to. I assume you put them?”

“No, that was the house ghost, actually.” She teases him, bumping his shoulder. “And you didn’t have to either. Stay, I mean. You should have gone home and gotten proper sleep.”

He looks up at her, something akin to shock in his eyes. “I couldn’t have, I wouldn't– I wouldn’t have been able to sleep. I hope it didn’t bother you. That I stayed.”

“It didn’t,” she sighs, “I’m just sorry you went through all the trouble.”

“Syran, no–” Ilya scowls at her, “It was no trouble. At all. And not your fault either, that’s on the asshole that pushed you.” He looks genuinely angry at the thought. “I wanted to– I want to be there for you.”

Syran’s breath hitches, she doesn’t know what to say, not when he’s looking at her like that.

So, she just nods, tries to utter a thank you.

“And hey–” he adds, smirking. “I’m pretty sure your couch is more comfortable than my own bed.”

“That’s why we got it,” she laughs. “Want some coffee?”

Syran insists she make him some breakfast, too, before he leaves. It’s the least she could do, after all that.

It’s a little weird and a little natural, the way they casually chat, the way Ilya reaches for the mugs on the top shelf, the way he helps her anyway, because she’s still his patient, after all. It’s oddly domestic, surprisingly peaceful, it feels right, how easily they work together.

It’s confusing yet simple at the same time.

Ilya shows her how to clean her wound and gives her advice even as she ushers him out the door; Syran all smiles and promises, Ilya all apprehensive and considerate.

When Syran finally takes a shower – careful, careful to the wound, careful to the movements, just like Ilya told her– all she can do is smile. It might seem a bit jarring, considering the circumstances, but. She got to see a side of Ilya that she never thought much about.

Sure, she knew he was caring, she knew he put effort into his profession and studies, she knew he was thoughtful. She’s always been able to see that, through the deflecting humour and the charming grins.

Still, seeing him so– gentle, so attentive, so concerned for her wellbeing was– something else.

And then seeing him laugh, and pad behind her to help her in the kitchen, still throwing a careful eye to her every now and then; seeing him beside her like that. It made her realise how even before that, before all of the pain, she has always admired his resolve to stand up for his friends, to protect those he loves.

Seeing him look at her with a whirlwind of emotion passing through his eyes, just as that same whirlwind passed in her chest–

Syran doesn’t want to give into it, but she feels like she might not be imagining things after all.

🂱

It takes a few days, but Syran’s pain gets better. The wound on her temple is still there, but it’s healing pretty quickly now, which calms her down a lot. She ices it every now and then, and the days of rest she gets off work really help.

Things haven’t slowed down though. When she gets back, although her friends do ask her about her wellbeing, things get hectic quite quickly.

Syran tries to take a few more breaks when she’s allowed, which helps, but really it’s like there’s not enough time to get everything ready. So, today, she ends up working overtime.

The lights in the office have dimmed, last rays of sunshine peeking through the big window. There are not many people left with her, only Varya and two other of her colleagues. After a while, Varya walks up to her as Syran is checking for the umpteenth time that the graphics for the new packaging are correct.

“Hey, we’re about to go get some drinks, do you want to come? You’ve been doing a lot today.” Varya smiles kindly and Syran ponders on her offer. She is a little hungry and her headache has slowly increased in the past hour.

“I don’t know, honestly–” She frowns. “I think I’ll just be knocked out after all this. I’ll let you know if I change my mind, though? Thank you for telling me.” She smiles, genuinely appreciating Varya’s offer.

“Sure, text me when you get home, though. Don’t stay too late!” Varya preaches teasingly, then pats her on the back and walks out of the office, the sound of her heeled boots fading along the corridor.

When she’s left alone in the room, Syran realises just how tense her shoulders are, how much she’s slouching forward towards the computer screen, how her eyes are strained and dry. Even her scar is making itself heard, slightly throbbing in pain.

Syran sighs, trying to relax back into her chair. She looks up at the ceiling and takes a few deep breaths, trying to let out a little bit of her anxiety. It’s been a while since she excessively struggled with it, but days like this are not easy on her. She really wants to do a good job and now that she is in charge of a lot of things the responsibilities heavily weigh down on her.

She slows her breathing, notices that her hands are shaking a little, so she closes her eyes and tries to focus only on the rise and fall of her stomach. Slowly but surely, it calms her down. When she opens her eyes the air doesn’t feel so suffocating anymore.

Just then, her phone vibrates with a call.

The screen reads Ilya’s name and her chest is back to feeling anxious. But this time it’s a little different. Not as stressful, but surprised, rather. Almost– excited.

“Hey,” she breathes out. “What’s up?”

“Hey,” Ilya replies, “Just. Uh– I wanted to check up on you. How’s your wound feeling?”

Syran can’t help but feel touched by his words. He’s been sending her texts now and then the past few days, even if just to remind her to take it easy, or to clean the wound at the end of the day, or to share some funny thing that happened to him. Syran soon realised just how much they helped her and how much she started looking forward to them.

“Better,” She twirls in her chair. “Honestly, the headache hurts more.”

Ilya clicks his tongue, “You really should get those checked out. You get them way too often.” He sounds positively concerned, if not a little frustrated, even.

Syran chuckles, endeared by his tone. “It’s okay, doctor. I’ve had these for a while now, I know how to deal with them.”

Ilya’s tone doesn’t change. “Still, recurring migraines are not to be taken lightly. They can really be debilitating, I’m sure you know that. Is it a chronic condition? It sounds like it might be, I can– I can get someone at the hospital to treat you, if you want, my mentor is amazing in their field–”

“Ilya,” She interrupts him, “Breathe. I’m okay. I’m used to it.”

She can almost see his frown on the other side of the line. “You shouldn’t be. I– I wish you weren’t.”

God, she wants to take her heart out of her chest because it’s just choking her a little too much now. She tries really hard not to give much meaning to his worry. He’s her friend, he’s in the medical field, of course he wants to help, of course he’s concerned. He’d be like this with everyone else, she’s sure.

“That’s–” she clears her throat. “That’s sweet of you, but trust me, I’ll be fine. All I need is some good food and peaceful sleep.”

She’s not sure she can get the latter since she’s been having even more trouble with staying asleep during the night, but she can still hope.

“Well, I actually thought– uh. Wait. Are you done with work? You’re done, right?”

“Not really,” she sighs, looking at her computer screen. “Doing overtime today. Trying to get a headstart since Thursday we launch a new line.” She scoffs, tired. “I’m the only one left in the office, but it’s oddly calming.”

“Syran,” Ilya deadpans, tone almost scary.

“Ye– yeah?” She asks, wondering where this is going.

“I strongly insist you stop,” he warns, but she can tell there’s no real intention behind it. “You have to rest.”

She laughs. “Is that a threat?”

“Yes. Don’t make me use my mean doctor voice.”

She can’t help but laugh again. “Oh, I should listen, then.”

“Yes,” He says, but then his tone suddenly gets lighter. “Please?”

His plea almost gets to her. She really appreciates his concern, and– god. Honestly, she wishes he was with her right now. There’s no point in denying it.

Maybe it is a crush.

“I will, I will. Just have to finish one more thing and then I’ll go home.”

“Good. You better.” He reprimands. Syran smiles.

“I promise, I’ll send you a picture of Persie when I get there, if that will make you believe me,” she teases.

“Well, I will accept cat pictures anytime of the day, so,” he plays along, solemnly. “But– actually, huh. Have you eaten yet?”

Syran fiddles with a pencil, thinking when’s the last time she ate. “Not really, some colleagues asked me to go for drinks, but I’m not feeling it. Might just go to bed, to be honest. Too lazy to eat.”

“Well, too bad, guess I’ll have to throw away this extra chinese food I bought.”

“Uhhh. What?”

Oh god, if he really means what she thinks he means she might just hide under her desk and never crawl out.

Ilya laughs, but sounds nervous, “I called because. Well– I was going to check up on you and then I remembered you like chinese food, so I thought– you know, I– I thought I’d bring you some, figured you needed the extra care. Uh– since you’ve been having a hard time and all.”

Syran is going to die, right now this instant, she is going to plummet into the ground, twenty floors below, and bury herself under the pavement. Her cheeks are going wild.

She genuinely doesn’t know what to say except that if she could she’d materialise next to him right now, but at the same time she wants to run away and never see anyone ever again. She’s had crushes before, sure, but with Ilya it’s like– one moment she thinks she can handle it, and the next it just bursts inside her. Curse him and his kindness, and compassion, and dorky jokes, and handsome face.

Fuck.

“Uh. That is if that’s okay. Is that okay? I don’t want to overstep, I just thought–”

She should be dead right now.

“No, that’s okay! That’s completely fine, I actually– uh. I really appreciate it.”

Stars, the amount of times this happens. The number of times Ilya does or says something nice and completely unexpected and she’s so floored she takes ages to reply. And then, being the considerate person he is, he doubts himself and Syran wants to scream even more. Fuck, if this was Asra, or Pasha, or literally anyone else, it would be okay. It would be normal. She’d appreciate it, and hang out with them, and get distracted, and be fine. And it would all be okay.

But it’s Ilya, so her brain has to speed up and go in overload and overthink everything. Of course, it does.

“Oh, okay. Uh. Nice. So, I could come and pick you up? At work, that is. If you want.”

Right, because there’s nothing healthier for her heart right now than to be in a car with Ilya, in close proximity with Ilya, go home with Ilya, and eat chinese food with Ilya. Maybe she already died. Maybe this is some twisted version of purgatory. Either way, her heart is about to stop.

“Sure– thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Good, because I’m already, like, ten minutes away,” he chuckles.

Yeah, no, she’s done for.

🂱

Surprisingly, the car ride is a lot easier on her heart than Syran thought it was going to be.

After the initial awkwardness and small talk, she and Ilya just find themselves humming along to a song on the radio, which soon turns into a full-blown karaoke session. And just like that, it’s fine. Syran munches on a few spring rolls on the way because her stomach rumbled so loud that Ilya practically threatened to stop the car and wait unless she ate something right away.

Ilya pulls into her apartment complex’s driveway as they’re still laughing about some dumb joke he made about oranges. They’re still happily chatting in the elevator as they hold way too much chinese food in their hands. They’re still smiling when they walk into Syran’s apartment and Persephone welcomes them with insistent meows, demanding pets and attention. They share simple words and comfortable silence as they set everything on the table, stomachs ready to eat.

It’s all okay. It’s all fine.

It’s nice and smooth, and yes her chest is pounding and she can’t stop thinking about every little thing he does, but it’s fine. Spending time with Ilya feels like the world has stopped, she decides. Ilya and his deep, throaty laugh that goes five pitches higher whenever he finds something really funny for too long. Ilya and his hands, slender and careful, sure like death and taxes, he said once. Ilya and his eyes, always picking up on everything, but never revealing much. Ilya and his awkwardness whenever he feels too shy, Ilya and the way he recovers from that even though everyone can read through his bravado. Ilya and his all-encompassing hugs, Ilya and his thoughtful words, Ilya and his jokes, Ilya and his smile. Just– Ilya. Ilya. Ilya.

His name sounds like a song.

Everything is him and her sitting at the table, eating after a long day, soft music in the background, sun long gone, and nothing else matters.

Nothing else matters.

“That’s ridiculous! How can anyone say that?” Syran laughs before biting into the last of her dumplings. “Seriously, you’d think in this time and age people would know better than to make a sexist joke.”

Ilya joins her in the laugh, “I know, right? Like, the whole class went dead silent and didn’t laugh, then when I asked to explain it he was all like. Oh, I mean– I guess– I uh, well– maybe it was a little insensitive.” Ilya lowers his pitch and tries on a creaky voice, clearly imitating his professor.

It makes Syran snort and she has to cover her mouth in fear of spitting her food out.

“That’s where it got hilarious though, he just got all red either from anger or embarrassment, I’m not sure.” Ilya shakes his head, smile lingering on his face as he searches for a piece of meat in his noodles.

When the food is all done and cleaned up, leftovers neatly packed on the counter, Syran makes some tea for the both of them. It’s getting a little late and she stifles a yawn as she brings the mug to Ilya, back to sitting at the table.

Ilya notices, because of course he does.

“Maybe I should go, it was a long day for you.”

Syran shakes her head, maybe a little too vehemently. “I don’t mind! At least finish the tea. I sleep badly anyway.”

He raises an eyebrow at her, “That doesn’t convince me more, Elkas.”

“Seriously, it’s fine.” Syran laughs once more, then takes a sip from her mug. She’s grateful he doesn’t ask about her insomnia, though, she’s not sure she wants to think about that right now. When she glances back at Ilya, he’s looking at her with an odd glint in his eyes.

“What?” Syran asks.

He opens and closes his mouth, like he’s pondering whether to say something or not.

“Nothing, I just–” He frowns a little at her, like he’s trying to decipher her features. “Ah, it’s stupid, nevermind.” He shakes his head. But Syran won’t let go that easily.

“Ok, now you have to tell me,” she teases.

Ilya looks down at his mug like if he stares at it long enough he will be able to hide in it.

“I just– I haven’t felt this calm in a while,” He smiles, still without meeting her eyes. For a second, she feels like he read her mind. “Truth is, I’ve been struggling to keep up in university, mostly whenever we do sessions in the hospital. I always feel like I need to go faster, do more, be more. Like– like I’m never achieving enough. ” His brows knit and Syran’s heart aches a little.

She knows that feeling too well. While her life isn’t at its worst at all right now, she’d be lying if she said there aren’t many moments like that still. That there haven’t been any moments like that ever. She’s experienced most of them back in her university years, getting her degree was so stressful that she can’t even remember how many times she found herself in her room, panicking, crying, trying to make sense of it all. Trying to figure out where she was going wrong. Where she was going wrong with her relationship, where she was going wrong with her life. Never enough.

Sometimes work feels like that too and it brings back ugly feelings.

“But right now I don’t feel that, it’s like I can breathe a little, like–” Ilya continues, finally looking at her– she can tell he’s blushing. Fuck, god, she’s definitely blushing too. He chuckles nervously. “It’s nice. To be here, like this. With you.”

She’s going to die. She’s definitely about to die. She’s dead and this is nowhere in hell or heaven or in-between, this is just Ilya sitting in the kitchen with her, like frozen in a picture.

She can only hear the thrum of her heart, she can only see Ilya’s eyes, she can only feel the warmth of his body on the other chair, so close to her, yet so far apart. She manages to come to her senses enough to gather a reply.

“Yeah,” she swallows, nodding, as if that will bring her back to the ground. It doesn’t. “Me too. I– I get how you feel. It’s frustrating when the world makes you feel– so small.” She looks at the table, the smooth texture of what coated it once now long gone, leaving rough wood behind, unpolished, consumed in different spots. She feels like that, sometimes. Rough at the edges, full of splinters, and been through so much all she is now is exposed skin. Doing her best to hold it together.

She looks up at Ilya, ribcage too small for everything she’s feeling. “But. Yeah, this is nice. To be here. With you.”

“Good to know,” Ilya smiles. It’s small, but slowly gets bigger. She can’t look away from him, she probably has to, or else she will explode. It’s like he’s inching closer. Is he inching closer? Is it a trick of the light?

No, it isn’t because he definitely is. This is happening. It’s happening and Syran is going to let it happen. She doesn’t know what else to do, she doesn’t want to do anything else.

There’s only Ilya, Ilya and his lips, Ilya and his hand crawling up the back of her chair, Ilya getting so, so close. There’s only him, and her, and nothing else.

It’s just Ilya, beautiful, smart, charming Ilya.

His name sounds like the waves.

They’re about to kiss. And Syran is going to let it happen.

Or maybe not.

The sound of the door unlocking open breaks whatever spell they were under. Ilya shoots back, sitting upright in his chair, eyes wide and downcast like he wants to crawl under the table from the scare. Syran stares at him for a second more, dazed.

“Honey, I’m home!” Ran’s voice echoes through the room. Syran turns towards the entrance, her friend’s eyes tired but an unmistakable grin on her face. “Oh– hello!” She gapes for a second when she notices Ilya sitting next to Syran.

“Hello, Ran,” he waves. Ran’s eyes dart between the two of them, but before she can say anything else, Syran shoots up and runs to hug her.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I forgot you were coming back earlier!” Syran pulls away, holding her shoulders, genuinely happy to see her friend again. “How was the journey? Your parents okay? Are you hungry? There’s some leftovers–”

“Hey, hey, calm down!” Ran laughs. “Let me take my jacket off first!”

It’s weird, but the air diffuses a little when they talk a bit about Ran’s trip, just small, idle chatter. Ilya asks some questions, genuinely interested as he finishes his tea– almost chugs it, really. Then Ran excuses herself to go take a shower because she’s beat.

Syran knows she did that mostly to leave the two of them alone to say goodbye; Syran dreads the conversation she knows will follow later with her. In the meantime, though, all she can think of is how awkwardly Ilya stands next to her, all nerves, shoulders hunched. She can’t help but notice how much further apart they are now, how different the air feels. Something stings in Syran’s chest. She wonders if that split moment between them was even real. Maybe she imagined it.

Maybe they were never going to kiss.

God, the thought of that. Of kissing Ilya. She’s had it before, but. Now it feels so incredibly real and so incredibly farfetched at the same time.

“I– uh. Thank you for having me over,” he mutters, polite smile on his face.

“Sure, no problem. Thank you for rescuing me from work.” She tries, her mouth running before her brain can. That’s a stupid thing to say.

Ilya laughs, it’s still nervous, but not as much as before, “Anytime.”

Her brain can’t help but remember.

Anytime, for you.

Ilya leaves her with a wave, his distinct perfume made of musk and clean linen whooshing after him.

Syran feels like he took something of hers with him, too.

🂱

She is on her laptop when Ran knocks on her bedroom door. When Syran allows her in, Ran is wearing her cosiest pyjama and her hair is still damp from the shower.

“Feeling better?” Syran smiles, putting aside her laptop as Ran sits on the side of the bed. Persephone makes her way to her with a small meow.

“Much better, I was sore all over,” She sighs. “Man, a week helping my parents with the farm and my body is already done with it. I don’t know how they do it.”

“Remember that one summer we tried to trim your horses’ hooves?” Syran laughs.

Ran joins her, wide eyes in realisation. “Oh my god, yeah! What were we, fifteen? What a mess.”

“Yeah, I still have nightmares about that.”

“Oh, come on, Babette was just scared.”

“Yeah, and she scared me in return.”

Ran laughs again, Syran smiles with a shake of her head, remembering their time as unruly teenagers. When the mood calms down, Ran turns to her with raised eyebrows.

“So?”

“So?” Syran echoes.

“Well. Ilya was here.”

Oh fuck.

Okay, Syran should have seen this coming, really, given how and when she came in, but. Ugh. She tries not to give herself away. “Yes, and?”

“Well, you tell me.” Ran smirks.

“Oh god, not you too.” Syran buries her face in her hands.

Ran huffs a laugh, clearly way too amused. “What do you mean not me too?”

“I already have Asra and Pasha on my case, so before you ask– no, there’s nothing between us, no, there won’t be anything, no, I do want to kiss him.” Syran looks up from her hands and almost yells, eyes wide and blood rushing up to her cheeks. “I MEAN I DON’T. I DON’T WANT TO KISS HIM.”

“Hm.”

She groans, resigned to Ran’s enquiring stare. “It’s just– ugh, fuck. I just. I don’t know. You know? ”

“Oh boy, you're really gone huh?”

“Please don’t tell the others.” Syran sighs.

“From what you tell me I don’t really have to.”

“Yeah, but– ugh.” Syran shakes her head. “I feel so pathetic, he’s– he’s got so much going on for him, and like, it’s weird, right? Isn’t it weird?”

“Why would it be?” Ran asks, brow knotted.

“I don’t know– like. He’s part of the group and all. We’re all friends and I feel– I feel like this shouldn’t happen.” She groans again, head thrown back to her headboard.

“Syran.” Ran’s tone is a lot more serious now.

“Mh?” Syran asks without moving her head.

“Stop blaming yourself for having feelings. Not everyone is like Diana. Ilya has done nothing but care for you. He literally took care of you when you got hurt.”

At that, Syran’s eyes go wide. She didn’t think Ran was going to bring her up. Diana was– in a lot of ways, she was a mistake. They started dating halfway through her second year of university, and it was all fine at first. They really liked each other. Then, Syran’s insecurities (courtesy of her mother) started to show themselves more and more and Diana– didn’t take that so well. She started making Syran feel bad for everything, started blaming her for not being able to leave the house sometimes, started demanding more and more. Syran couldn’t give that to her. Not in the state she was.

Syran hasn’t been able to open up to someone in that way since. To trust her gut in the same way when it comes to romantic feelings. And although she knows Ilya is nothing like that– what if she screws it all up anyway?

Anxiety is starting to well up inside her, threatening to burst out. “Yeah, but. But what if– I don’t know. What if he’s just, you know. Acting like a friend. Because, I mean, he is, we’re friends and– that’s what friends do, right? And what if I open up like that again and. You know.” She looks back at her friend and she’s sure that Ran knows exactly what’s going through her head right now.

“Syran, I get it. And yes, you’re friends, but– you’re friends with everyone else too, right? And everyone has been lovely and understanding and they’ve known you for years, longer than Diana ever has. We all love you and understand you because we’re mature and not needy assholes.”

Syran laughs at that, then finds herself sniffing. God, was she about to cry over this?

Ran continues. “Listen, sometimes he looks at you like– I don’t know, like you’re the only person in the room. I’ve never seen Diana look at you like that. Or anyone else you’ve dated.” Ran smiles fondly. “The only reason everyone’s on your case is because you’ve been too blind to see it all this time.”

Syran’s blood suddenly rushes up, everywhere, head to toe. “Wh– all this time? What do you mean? Ran, I genuinely think he’s just being nice. And– and my feelings. I don’t want to do anything about them– I’m not even sure I understand them, I–”

“Babe, I love you, but–” Ran reaches out to put a hand on Syran’s leg, covered by the duvet. “You’re either incredibly dense, or incredibly in denial. You guys were literally about to kiss before I came in.”

“We–we weren’t!” Syran’s eyes get even wider, heart racing just at the thought of everything that could have happened. “Okay, maybe we were. I’m honestly not sure. It felt like– like everything was in slow motion.”

Ran smiles, but this time it’s understanding. “I say you shouldn’t hold yourself back anymore.”

Yeah, like that’s easy. Just before she falls asleep that night, her phone vibrates with a text. Ilya’s name lights up the screen and Syran’s heart swells in return.

From: dr. devowreck

hey, just wanted to thank you for tonight. I enjoyed it. I hope you’re doing well. I mean, like, with your headache and all. And work And in general i guess Uh, okay, goodnight, take care

Syran starts smirking at his words, but then embarrassment flushes her and she finds herself staring at the screen, brain empty of an answer, with no idea how to take that in.

To: dr. devowreck

Ah, it’s no biggie, the food was good And the company too i guess ahah Anyway, yeah, thank you. goodnight!

No one mentions anything. It ends there. Maybe they weren’t about to kiss. Or maybe he realised that it shouldn’t have happened at all and it’s sparing her the embarrassment of turning her down by pretending nothing happened.

Maybe– maybe she’s a fucking mess.

#an writes #fic writing #the arcana fic #julian devorak #portia devorak #syran elkas #julianxapprentice #julianxsyran #ilya devorak #the arcana apprentice #the arcana game #asra alnazar #muriel the arcana #just one more chapter to go #syran is a mess #sorry #part 4 #hurt/comfort

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His Princess (Steve Rogers)

Happy Birthday to a very wonderful and lovely person @donutloverxo You are super incredible and kind!! I hope you’re having a lovely birthday today, and that your birthday wishes come true!! Sending you lots of love and hugs, I hope you enjoy this one!! 💖💖💖💖

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Steve Rogers x Reader (Fluff/Birthday Celebration!!) Warnings: Swearing and rollercoasters :) Word Count: 2.9k

You giggled as one of the Disney Princesses blew a kiss at the group and glanced back to your boyfriend to see his head buried in the map, confused by everything. You pouted back to him, nudging him to walk closer to the shade with the group to figure out where to go to next. He smiled back to you, quickly pushing the map into his pocket and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “Hey princess,” He mumbled kissing the top of your head.

You beamed back to him, laughing, “Babe a real Princess just walked by.” He shook his head, denying it with a chuckle, “No, you’re the only Princess in my eyes. And it’s your birthday too!” He playfully retorted causing you to roll your eyes back to him but giggle. Bucky cleared his throat, walking besides Steve.

“Okay lovebirds- and birthday girl, what ride do you want to go to next?” Bucky asked, as Tony stopped walking in front of everyone. You stood next to Tony as Steve groaned, accidently bumping into him. “I want to go on that one over there!” You declared, pointing to one of the tallest and scariest rides in the park. Peter’s eyes went wide in fear and he gulped loudly, glancing away.

“No way,” He mumbled, causing Steve to turn around with a grin, “It’ll be fine; besides it looks like a slow ride.” Steve responded, causing Sam and Natasha to scoff and shake their heads.

“I’ve been on it before, it’s scary, but you have to be prepared.” Sam nodded back, causing you to tilt your head in wonder. Be prepared for what? Tony started to speak up, stepped into the shade more, “I think we’ll be fine, we’re the Avengers.”

That wasn’t the case, as soon as all of you loaded onto the rollercoaster, gasps and screams started. You were laughing the entire time, holding your boyfriend’s hand as his eyes were tightly closed in fear. Natasha, who sat near the two of you, laughing loudly along with you at Steve’s expression. Peter was completely terrified, trying to hide his head near Sam as Bucky pulled out his phone, taking pictures of everyone. Tony was acting as if it was all normal, like he wasn’t on a scary ride.

As it got closer to the top, Steve finally opened his eyes, thinking the ride was over. He glanced over to you, noticing you smiling excitedly to him, “Having fun?” You giggled out, over the moon about how much fun you were having today at Disney for your birthday with everyone. Steve nodded, but he glanced around, still feeling the cart move before he realized what was about to happen.

His eyes widened and he quickly faced you again, right as the cart tipped over, speeding down the tracks as the lights started to flash, “I LOVE YOUUU-” Steve shouted back to you, before squeezing his eyes close again, as he felt water start splashing at him. You let out a yelp as he squeezed your hand tightly and you almost awed, “I love you too babe!” You yelled over the screaming as Bucky groaned at the two of you.

As the ride came to an end, everyone panted as they pilled off, mixed with diverse emotions. “Never again,” Peter pressed out, bending down from dizziness causing Tony to pat his back. Natasha shrugged, “I liked it,” And you agreed with her laughing as Steve huffed out again, gazing down at you.

You all walked away from the ride, randomly walking to the shade to sit down. “I’m hungry,” You confessed, glancing down to your watch to see the time was past lunch. Steve nodded along with you, as he tugged out the map. “We should eat, and we can go on rides again after that.” He responded, after sitting next to you.

You set your head onto Steve’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. He kissed your head, smiling back to you. “What do you want to have, babe?” He whispered, as the others started chatting to each other. You hummed back to him, smiling happily that everyone was here.

“How about pizza? And cakes? Maybe donuts? Oh candy!” You listed, rambling out foods you were craving. Steve laughed against you, nodding as he listened, “How about pizza and cake first and then we go for a few more rides, and then donuts and candy?” His question made you raise your eyebrows in thought and then you nodded, finding it reasonable.

“That sounds good Stevie! And maybe we can go on the teacup ride afterwards together!” You responded excitedly, sitting up completely before giving him a hug. Steve’s expression softened as he hugged you back before he pulled away, stealing a quick kiss to your lips.

You pouted as he pulled away and leaned back in to give him a longer kiss, causing him to smile. “Happy birthday, sweet pea.” He whispered, pecking your lips once more before you both pulled away, laughing. You grinned back to him, “Thank you for everything.” He had planned the whole day for you, and he said he had a surprise for you by the end of the night, which you were confused but excited for.

You both stood up, gaining the attention of the team. “We’re going to go eat, if you guys want to join?” You offered, smiling as Bucky shot up, announcing how hungry he was. Peter followed, nodding along with him and groaning for food. The rest stood up, gazing around the park as you and Steve started to walk to the pizza restaurant.

“Here it is!” You spoke up, while swinging your hand with Steve’s back and forth. Natasha held the door open for everyone, as Steve went to look for a booth that could seat all of you. Bucky smiled at you, pushing a letter into your hands, “I forgot to give this to you earlier, but it’s your birthday gift.”

You blinked in surprise but quickly smiled back to him, “Thank you!” You glanced down to the letter, ripped it open and opened the card, “To the second most badass person here (I’m the first). Thank you for being there for Steve when I couldn’t be, happy birthday.” You read aloud, almost wanting to cry out of happiness. Bucky was always sweet to you when he figured out that Steve and you were seeing each other secretly for a few years.

You stepped closer to him, giving him a tight hug. Bucky let out a noise of surprise before laughing and quickly hugging you back. As you pulled away from him, you could see on the card that he also taped another note on there causing you to knit your eyebrows together. “What’s this?” You asked him, scratching your head as you fumbled with it.

“It’s a recipe that I think you’d enjoy, but uh,” He paused, quickly leaning closer to you and whispering, “Make sure you take a good look at it, really read through it. You know?”

You flinched back, extremely confused but nodded back to him hesitantly. “Okay, thank you.” You responded, before glancing away to see that Steve was waving everyone over. You grinned over to him, walking with the group to the booth as he rambled what type of pizzas everyone wanted to the waiter.

You sat down, sliding into the booth along with Natasha, and Peter on one side, as Tony, Sam and Bucky went to the other. Steve finished ordering, and sat at the end of the booth, next to you. “What’s that?” Steve mumbled to you, smiling as you tucked the letter into your pocket.

“Bucky’s birthday gift- I uh, did you tell him I like cooking?” You asked, whispering to him, causing Steve to smile widely, “Yeah, something like that.”

You nodded, feeling distracted as Peter called out your name. You all launched into conversation as you waited for the pizzas to arrive. You sipped on your drink, giggling as Peter let out a loud “Woah!” As he saw his milkshake arrive at the table.

“This taste delicious!” You yelped out after taking a bite of pizza. Steve let out a chuckle at your reaction, as Tony brought out his phone, turning the camera around to face everyone. “Say cheddar cheese pizza!” He spoke loudly, making your eyes widen as a piece of pizza hung from your mouth as he took the picture. You let out a loud laugh looking at the picture, zooming in at Sam to see he did the same as you. Steve’s hand was wrapped around your back again too, which you found sweet.

After eating the pizza, you all walked out of the restaurant now in the mood for birthday cake. You clasped onto Steve’s arm playfully as he beamed down at you. “How are you?” He murmured, wanting to make sure you felt okay from all the stuff they were doing today.

You pouted cutely back at him, “I’m all good babe, how are you?” You replied sweetly, finding him adorable. Steve bit his lip as he gazed back to you, nodding back. “I’m okay, just lucky to be with you.” His words made you raise your eyebrows before smiling shyly back to him.

The world of cakes around you made you drop your mouth in shock. It was too beautiful; every cake was swirled with frosting to perfection and you wanted to taste every one of them. Steve was in awe at them too, coming to terms that Disney cakes just are amazing. You pointed to at least four cakes excitedly ordering them as the team gazed at all the cakes, instantly hungry again.

When you picked up one of the cakes, Steve took one, Natasha held one and Sam got one as well, as the rest of the team headed for the seats. You took a seat after placing the birthday cake in the middle, smiling at it as Steve put candles in it. “Don’t sing happy birthday please,” You paused, giggling when you saw Tony’s offended face.

“You know what happened last time! Bucky’s hair caught on fire when you thought it was a good idea to have a singing battle with the song!” You protested, causing everyone to nod in understanding and Bucky to frown at the memory, clutching onto his hair.

Natasha lit the candles and you leaned close to the cake in the middle, smiling softly to your boyfriend as he whispered another happy birthday to you, kissing the side of your arm. You blew the candles, and Peter instantly cheered, clapping and causing everyone in the café to start clapping for you.

You covered your face shyly, as Sam laughed at you and patted your back while Steve cut a slice for you. “Enjoy babe!” He spoke up, setting the slice onto a plate for you, cutting into the other cakes as well to pass to everyone.

Hours after eating and wandering around Disney World, you were only with Steve now, sitting by the main castle. You felt worn out from all the excitement today, but you loved it so much, being with your boyfriend and all your friends was amazing. You dug the letter out of your pocket again, after thinking of it when Steve said he needed to call Bucky about the hotel rooms. He walked away from you for a few minutes as you reread the recipe that Bucky gave you, scrunching your face up in confusion.

“Recipe for Y/n, if you’re reading this now, good, it’s for some damn delicious apple crumble cake. First pick your apples, make sure they’re the good ones.” You paused, giggling at the absurdity of the recipe so far, it felt weird to you. “The really good ones, in fact the ones that are that evil bitch that poisoned Snow White had before she put that curse in them. Get those, then go get some chicken stock- trust me, it’ll be fine, you’re not going to taste it. But chicken stock, like the kind that Daisy Duck talks about sometimes, wait fuck. Scratch that out, that sounds weird.” You tilted your head, starting to understand that this was certainly not a recipe.

“When you get those- go back to the castle to toss in the oven after you mix that shit together. Fuck, I hope you can read my handwriting, anyway, Steve made me do this. He’d be pissed if he saw that I wrote this down, but just go to the shops and get a Daisy Duck thing, he said she was one of your favorite Mickey Mouse characters, right? Well get a hat or glasses, then go across that shop into the Princess section, and ask for an apple from the cashier. It’ll be a lot quicker this way instead of trying to find Snow White out here, and then sprint to the main castle again. Steve’s waiting for you.”

Shit.

Holy moly.

You ran, heading towards the shops like it said in that recipe. You loved scavenger hunts, but this one was too funny to you, because Bucky basically told you everything you needed to know. But it made you wonder why Steve would be waiting for you or why he organized this plan. It seemed bizarre but you were extra excited to finish up this hunt. You bought a random hat, tossing it on to your head as you saw one of the characters in the store pressed into their walkie talkie, saying your name.

You ignored it, knowing it was somehow part of Steve’s plan and you went over to the Snow White area, heading towards the cashier while scratching your arm, wondering what was about to happen. You grinned at the person, quickly starting to speak, “Hi, um, I was wondering if I can have an apple please?” Your question came out nervously, but the cashier nodded with a bright smile.

“Yeah, totally, just don’t open it before you get back to the castle.” He responded, handing you a heavy ball shaped and painted as an apple. You chuckled down at it before nodding, “Thank you, have a great night!”

It was already nighttime which was surprising to you. The sun set a few minutes ago, and the sky was slowly melting into a lovely blue and purple with the clouds. You watched the sky with a soft smile for a few seconds as you walked out of the shopping area, before you sprinted off back towards the castle, like the recipe said.

As you slowed down, reaching where you were before you saw Steve standing near one of the pillars. Instantly he ran up to you, hugging you tightly before you could say anything. “I was so worried it wasn’t going to work!” He rambled out, letting go of you.

You giggled in shock before shaking your head, “Stevie, I like scavenger hunts or treasure hunts, but also why?” You asked politely, still laughing. He smiled back to you, pecking a kiss to your forehead as he took the apple out of your hands. He kissed your cheek this time, before glancing down to his watch. He licked his lips for a moment before grinning again.

“Look up,” He whispered down into your ear. You blinked back but quickly focused above the castle, and instantly a firework flew up. Your jaw dropped in amazement, witnessing the firework spring into beautiful colors, as many more followed.

Ones shaped as hearts and stars, some as circles, it was wonderful and incredible. An orange one flew up, and you watched as it exploded into a few different colors as you leaned back closer next to Steve. He gazed down to you, smiling as you watched the sky, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He whispered, causing you to glance back to him with a nod.

“Don’t go all cheesy on me and say you weren’t looking at the sky,” You giggled, watching as his eyebrows lifted in playfulness, causing you to laugh even more. He joined your laughter as he opened the apple, causing your attention to focus completely onto it.

The container inside the apple was a box, and you felt your heart stop when you wondered if he was proposing. As much as you love him now, you two agreed no marriage or proposal stuff for at least another year or two, even though you’ve been dating for so long. You even lived with him, but you both wanted the world to be safe before you got married.

It was a necklace instead, causing you to open your mouth surprised. “Steve…” You mumbled, in complete disbelief at the beauty it held. The necklace held a locket and he slowly opened it, revealing a picture of the two of you together, on your first anniversary. Your face softened as you saw Steve hold it up in the moonlight, surrounded by fireworks still going off in the background.

“I wanted to give you something that you’d be able to have all the time, carry it around on hard days or something to remember. You mean the world and more to me, Princess. I love you so much,” He paused, moving behind your back to put the necklace on.

“Happy Birthday, darling.” He whispered, kissing the top of your ear as he clipped the necklace on. You gasped in joy, turning around as fast as you can, and hugged him. You squeezed him as much as you could as you felt your eyes start to water up.

“I love you too, thank you Steve.”

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isabellitah · 4 years ago

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🤍 HARGREEVES x SIBLING

Title : fly high

Pairing : none

Warning : your death- but it’s not completely sad : D

Note : turns out i private posted this last week

you were on your third mission with your siblings- minus Vanya

it was all going so well

until it didn’t

they didn’t see it

not Luther

not Diego

not Allison

not Klaus

not Ben himself

heck-

not even Five saw it

but you did

and so-

you pushed Ben out of the way and got stabbed by a robot right on the abdomen

you felt a sharp pain go through as you were dropped onto the cold harsh floor you before you felt numb

your body felt heavy- yet empty

at first you heard nothing but white noise until it cleared for a second and the last thing you heard were your siblings’ cries and shouts of your name

and then-

nothing

huh…

so this is what dying felt like…

You sighed as you watched Klaus look for another pouch of drugs. You can’t stop him- you never can.

He can see you but for some reason he can’t hear you.

So he always thought of you as some random hallucination that’ll haunt him til the day he dies.

Speaking of death- ever since you died, you’ve always been present. And right before your eyes, you saw your family fall apart. Luther blamed himself for failing you as Number One. Diego blamed himself for not being able to get rid of the robot before it killed you. Allison regrets not being within hearing range of the robot in order to rumor it. Klaus felt guilty for being a coward. Five felt horrible for not getting to you quick enough. Ben felt guilty because he believed that he’s the reason that you died a painful death. Vanya felt horrible for not being there for you.

At first Klaus couldn’t see you. However one day, you were shocked, honestly, when he just stared at you straight in the eyes before calling out your name. You were elated- an entire month later- he finally saw you but as you opened your mouth to speak- you were disappointed and heartbroken to see the hope flash out of his eyes. He couldn’t hear you…

He never told the others that he can see you- it’d just raise their hopes for nothing.

Days later, Five got into an argument with Father and ran out of the house. You tried to follow him but the moment he flashed away, you knew you couldn’t follow him wherever he was and went back home and waited for him. And waited. And waited. And waited.

Years past and everyone moved out of the house. You stayed there years after the last child left, waiting for Five.

When you reached eighteen, however, you decided to move on and look after another sibling.

And you chose Klaus.

Ben was with him for a while when you first arrived, but unfortunately his job later on called for him to leave the country as he was a well-known poet. He was doing so good with Ben around.

But when Ben left, he spiralled not soon after. Ben sent Klaus a monthly allowance that he unfortunately chose to waste on drugs.

It broke your heart to see how much he struggled- to see a hallucination of your dead sister who can’t talk yet hear the angered screams of the souls who weren’t ready for death-

It broke you to see him like that and not be able to help.

Flash forward and here you are back in the home you inhabited for the first eighteen years of your life, alive and dead.

Five just came back and told the family of the impending apocalypse so they readied themselves to do whatever they could to stop it.

As you watched Klaus place the pills in his mouth, in a desperate attempt you called out, “please don’t…”

And he stopped.

He turned to you and gaped.

He spat the pills out and shakily asked you to repeat what you said.

Wait a minute…

Yours eyes widened in realization, “you can hear me?”

“Holy sh- Tee???” when you nodded with tears slowly clouding your eyes, he went towards you without thinking about anything and hugged you.

It’s been years since you felt warmth.

It felt… odd. But it was a good sort of odd.

“I missed you, Klausy.“ you whispered tearily as you slowly wrapped your arms around him. When you actually felt him, you let the tears fall.

A sob wracked through both of your bodies.

“I-I missed you too, Tee. God I can’t believe I can hear and hug you.”

You both stayed in that position for a while before letting the other go to properly look at each other.

“I love you, Klausy,” you whispered, extracting another sob from your emotionally distraught brother.

“Stop it, Eightie,” he sobbed, “my eyeliner’s going to be all ruined now.” to which you playfully rolled your eyes at. He hiccuped before responding, “I love you too.”

A knock startled you both before Ben peeped his head in, looking at Klaus with a curious gaze, “were you talking to someone?”

Realizing this meant you were invincible once again, you sighed but remained hopeful of being able to communicate with your siblings one day.

Now that you knew Klaus could do this, you knew he can be stronger than all your siblings ever thought he could be.

You smiled as you watched Klaus tell Ben of what happened earlier and Ben looked excited to know that there was a possibility that he could talk to you once more. That he could see you again soon.

Ben talked to you while Klaus told him what you said in reply.

While he was tortured by Hazel and Cha-Cha, you could do nothing but watch in horror and cry. Your fists went straight through Hazel’s back no matter how hard you tried. No matter how many time Klaus told you to leave- to avert your eyes- you stayed by his side.

To the future and back home, you never left him. Losing Dave and seeing all the souls lost to war haunted him and worsened his already deteriorating mental health.

But you and Ben- you were both there with him through thick and thin. You and Ben were there for him and helped him through his depression after he lost Dave to war. Neither of you left his side.

Sometimes, while Klaus was asleep, you and Ben laid on a blanket on the floor just talking. Well, Ben talked. And while he couldn’t hear your reply, he carried on talking as though he could until he fell asleep- with you looking after both him and Klaus as night turned to day.

“Hey uhh guys?” Klaus started speaking after much persuasion from you, “maybe I could help.”

“Now is not the time for your jokes, Klaus.” Luther said dismissively, not even glancing at Klaus, and you narrowed your eyes at your eldest brother.

You mumbled under your breath about how much of a rude butthead he was and while Klaus would normally laugh at that, he was too focused on the fact that his heart was beating so fast, afraid of being rejected by his siblings once more. He should be used to it by how many times it’s happened but- he just isn’t. Okay?

So he was shocked when Diego, of all people, disagreed with Luther for him, “no, let him finish. He saved my life today.”

Ben looked at Klaus with a raised eyebrow and seeing his look, Klaus glanced at his left where Ben assumed you were.

“Is that true?” Luther asked, and you bobbed your head up and down so quick even with the knowledge that your siblings - minus Klaus - couldn’t see you, Klaus was shocked to see you didn’t get whiplash. Can ghosts even get whiplash? Anyway, he faced his siblings ahead of him and took a deep breath before answering.

They either believe him or don’t. Who cares- he knows he’s telling the truth. And Ben believes him so that’s two siblings on his side. And that’s okay. You two are enough to make him feel loved and enough.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,“ he let out a shuddering breath, “I did take credit for that. When in fact, the real hero was Eightie.”

You felt your heart sunk as your siblings - minus Ben - looked at Klaus with varying degrees of unamusement. Five even looked pissed at him.

Klaus hurried to continue. “Today…listen. T-.” be stuttered, losing the confidence he had to talk the more that he processed his siblings’ faces. “Ben knows she’s here- th-they talked before! A-and earlier at the house, she saved Diego’s life, not me. I swe-.”

“You are unbelievable, Klaus.” Luther said, looking at Klaus with an expression eerily similar to the one Reginald used to give Klaus as a child and hearing Klaus’ whimper was your breaking point.

You felt your blood boil at the injustice your brother received from his own brother.

“You want proof, is that it?” Klaus asked, looking at you for confirmation. And when you nodded he continued speaking, “all right! I’ll give you proof. Right- it’s showtime, Tee!” Klaus picked up a bowling ball, hefting it in his hands with a pleading look in his eye directed towards you.

God, he hoped his powers don’t fail him now.

You took a deep breath before positioning yourself to catch it. As Klaus let the ball up in the air, you prayed that you’d be able to catch it. Catching things were never your strong point and a bowling ball to your toes did not sound pleasant, at all. You blinked in surprise as you felt something heavy land in your hands. Looking down- holy- you caught it!

“Klausy, look-” your cheer was cut short by the gasps from your other siblings- oh yeah, they can see you now.

Your eyes widened and a shock expression took over your facial features as the process sunk in.

They can see you now!

You looked down at the hot pink colored ball with a shocked look, before grinning from ear to ear, “Klausy, look! I did it! You did it! We did it!”

Klaus’ mouth was open in awe. “Yeah… Yeah, we did.” He moved towards you, took the ball from your hands, deposited it back on the ball rack he took it from, and drew you into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of us, Tee.”

Luther paled as he stared at the sight in front of him in shock.

Diego was torn between shock and happy.

Allison was covering her mouth with tears in her eyes.

Five looked genuinely surprised and had nothing sarcastic to say for once.

Ben looked both happy and proud.

Klaus has been trying to get you to tangible for weeks now and finally, you were once again. And just in time to show off to the others, too.

“How is this possible?” Diego asked as you made your way over to Ben and proceeded to hug him.

“Well, dad mentioned that I had only begun scratching the surface of my powers. I think there’s a lot that I haven’t figured out how to do yet.”

“I missed you, Benny,”

He huged you tighter to himself, “I missed you too, Eightie.”

“I’m so fucking so-”

“Stop right there. It’s not your fault, okay? Nothing is. I did what I believed to be right, and I don’t regret it- and neither should you.”

You both continued hugging one another before letting go to approach Allison.

You smiled at her and wiped the tears falling from her eyes, watching as her lips mouthed your name over and over again.

“Hi, Alli…” you chuckled tearily before pulling her into a hug, “I missed you so much.”

She clung to you tightly and you could feel her tears dripping onto your blouse as her sobs shook her body in your arms.

It was disheartening to be reminded of the fact that now that she can see you, you can’t hear her talk to you directly.

After a few moments, perhaps minutes even, you pulled away so you could go hug and have a little chat with your remaining siblings, “at least I’m still older than someone, huh,” you said, nudging Five with your elbow and grinning at him causing him to grace with his rare scowl. It was rare because it had no bite to it- it was more of a fond scowl. He squinted his eyes at you for a bit before replying, “I’m 58, Tee, I just look 13.”

“Oh, I know. I was there when you told everyone of your adventure,” you shrugged before wrapping your arms around his waist, “good to have you back, Fivey.”

“I still detest that nickname…” Five hesitated for a quick second before wrapping his arms around you, “but I guess if it’s you, it’s okay.” it was such a good moment until- “at least I’m still taller than you, huh?”

“Oh shut up,” you giggled as he chuckled, “I missed you, Fivey… I love you, you know that, right?”

“I missed you too, Tee, and yeah- but it’s good to be reminded every once in a while.”

You parted from him, which he hesitantly did so, before walking towards Diego. You weren’t surprised when he pulled you into a hug so high that it lifted your feet off of the ground. “It’s so good to see you again, Eightie.” you smiled as you felt tears start to cloud your eyes once more, “it’s good to see you too, Dee. I missed you all so much- it was so hard being able to see you but not being able to talk to you.”

When Diego set you down, you started walking your way over to Luther. He still looked shocked and a tad pale to see you right in front of and walking towards him.

“Eightie… I-” you cut him off, “I want to say aomething before we continue with this little reunion, okay?” Luther’s mouth snapped shut and his eyes slightly widened at the authoritative yet soft tone your voice took, “This goes for all of you- but especially you, Luther. Stop doubting Klaus. Stop discouraging him. Stop belittling him. Instead, listen to him. Give him a chance- and start respecting him. He’s done more than enough to deserve it and you all know it.”

“Awww! Thank you, Eightie!” said man-child blew a kiss accompanied by a wink in your direction.

“Right. You’re right.” Luther agreed before turning to Klaus, “Klaus… I’m sorry for doubting you and for not giving you a shot.”

Diego was quick to chime in, “me too.”

“Me three.” Five sent a small smile in Klaus’ direction.

Allison raised her hand in as a way of saying “me four.”.

Ben looked at Klaus before smiling, “I had faith in you- but I am sorry for not being here sooner to help you.” to which Klaus smiled at him then proceeded to hug him, “thanks for not leaving my side.”

You grinned at the moment shared between the two brothers, “Okay… Now that that’s out of the way…” you wrapped your arms around Luther’s waist the best you could, “I missed you too, Luthy.”

Suddenly, you disappeared from his embrace and your siblings looked around worriedly before they noticed that Klaus passed out in Ben’s arms. Ben carefully sat him on the nearest chair available- which wasn’t far at all.

“To make Eightie tangible once more… it must’ve used up a lot of his energy,” Five murmured before walking over to his passed out brother and made sure his chest was still rising and falling in pattern.

“Well what do we do now that he’s unconscious?” asked Luther to which Ben replied, “we’ll let him rest for a bit- maybe half an hour then get him some cheesy fries or nachos or something. That should make him bounce back pretty quick.”

“Did someone say fries?” Klaus asked groggily, his hand resting on his head trying to get the pounding to stop.

Diego grinned, approached him and placed his hand on his shoulder, “one order of cheesy fries with cucumber lemonade- comin right up.”

The moment Klaus made you visible to the land of the living once more, you immediately washed at least half of the masked men out of the building by torpedo-ing the ones in front and near you away. With that done, you immediately made your way towards Vanya. You two had always been close- close enough that you can call yourselves each other’s best friend, and you hoped that that would help you in convincing her to stop. You didn’t want anything bad to ever happen to either her or your other siblings; they all deserved to live long, happy lives.

You stopped in front of her and smiled softly, “hi, V,” her impassive look melted into one of confusion, “Eightie…? How are you here?” her hand slowly stopped playing on the violin.

“Klaus learned a new trick recently. Amazing, isn’t it?” your eyes shined with so much excitement that all Vanya could say was, “yeah…” you could see the tears glistening in her eyes, “it’s amazing, Eightie…” you missed your best friend and you knew she felt the same way as neither of you got to see each other the day you died as you all left for the mission way before Vanya left her room to start her day. You gently placed a hand on her arm, “V, please- you need to stop playing.” some of the steel returned to her eyes, and you’re first thought was that that didn’t belong in Vanya’s eyes- Vanya’s eyes are warm- never cold, “this was supposed to be my moment, Eightie. I just wanted one accomplishment of my own- one thing I could be proud of.”

“And you should be, V. You should be proud of yourself and of what you do. You sound so amazing- your tunes and timing are in sync and it’s just absolutely soothing to hear you play your melody,” you said before frowning, “I know that this whole newly awakened powers thing must be scary for you, but if you stop playing and lower your violin, we can help you, V. We’ll help you learn how to understand and control your powers. And we’ll be patient with you and not treat you like an experiment unlike what father would’ve done- had done.”

Vanya was openly sobbing now as she voiced her concern, “what if they can’t be controlled- what if I’m just a monster?” she looked down at the ground and lowered her hands until they rested at her sides.

You cupped her cheeks in your palms and forced her to look at you in the eyes, “Vanya Hargreeves- you are the kindest one out of all of us, okay? You always have been. Trust me when I say this- you could never be a monster. And I know this as not only your sister, but also your best friend.”

Vanya’s shoulders sagged as she felt all the tension leave her body causing her violin to drop onto the floor, “I’m sorry, Tee, I- I’m so sorry…” she murmured as she hugged you and tucked her face into the crook of your neck.

You hugged her before reassuring her, “it’s gonna be okay, V. We’re going to be okay.” you tightened arms around her as she started trembling against you as you felt more tears against your neck, you felt your heart break for your sister. Vanya never deserved any of this- to be secluded from everyone when she had no powers only to be pushed away now that she discovered her powers, “come over here,” You said, waving your siblings over, “and join in on comforting V.”

“I, for one, never wished for you to be either secluded or locked up, Vanya- you’re my sister,” said Five as he jumped near you. He suprisingly joined the hug willingly, wrapping his arms around you both the best he could, “and believe it or not- I do love you both.”

“Awww! Who knew Fivey had a soft spot in his wittle black heart- don’t glare at me like that- I’m just kidding- I know you love me too,” Klaus said as he and Ben joined in the group hug, “And I think it’s safe to say that none of us wanted you locked up.” to which Ben added, “We love you so much, Vanny.” and as Vanya opened her mouth to reply, Diego and Allison also joined in the group hug, “Klaus’ right, Vanya, none of us wanted you trapped in there. Also, Allison wants you to know that we love you, ‘kay?” Vanya chuckled through blurry eyes lined wih tears, “I-I know that now and I really appreciate it- I-I love you guys. All of you.”

You all looked towards Luther who stood a few steps away from your group hug. He was shifting from one foot to the other as his face showed how uncomfortable he felt. He took a deep breath, “I messed up, Vanya- I- I know that I shouldn’t have tried to kill you nor should I have locked you up. I wasn’t thinking straight- that’s not an excuse but- I should have tried to help you understand what was going on instead of harming you. I’m so sorry.” Vanya saw how apologetic he looked and gave him a soft smile, “I’ll forgive you, Luther… As long as you forgive me.” Luther smiled as he approached your group and wrapped his arms around all of you, “deal; love you, Vanny.” Vanya smiled, “I love you too, Luther. All of you, really… And thank you.”

It took a few years but- Vanya finally felt accepted for who she was, felt included and loved in her own family. You smiled as you felt a tingling sensation- you can now finally move on knowing that you did what you were meant to do.

For the first time in years, you were all complete and happy together… Unfortunately, it’d be the last time you experience it with them. They didn’t even notice you were no longer there until they broke apart. And they didn’t even notice that they’d never see you again until Klaus mentioned your absence for the past few days.

Then and there it clicked in their minds… You never moved on until you were sure that they were together and happy- like a real family. You made sure that none of them were ever going to be alone, ever again.

‘Typical Eightie… we’ll miss you… and we love you… fly high, Tee.’

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themadauthorshatter · 3 years ago

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Just because Charles is home safe, doesn't mean this series is over😉😁

Super quick recap: While Galeforce's plan kicks into high gear, Henry further chips away at Charles, seemingly becoming succesful in coveting the pilot. Despite his efforts, Charles manages to escape, with help from Galeforce and a hair's width successful plan.

For much more context, and seeing that glorious action, escape scene that was so expertly written it deserved an Oscar (sarcasim), be sure the check the links provided:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 & extention/revision

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

With all that said and done, let's go check on Charles!!

We find our friend sleeping on a really bed for the first time in forever, resting on his side, the one where he got grazed not the one with broken ribs and gash.

We can finally tell it's morning, too, because the sun is up, the birds are singing, and there's the rustling of trees outside as well.

Just as he starts to get a little fitful, hand reaches out to ruffle Charles's hair. He doesn't know who it is, exactly, but when he thinks he sees Henry, he wakes up INSTANTLY out of sheer panic, jolting off his side to sit up and back away as much as he can.

SYKE!

It's just Galeforce, who sits in a chair and holds up his hands. "Easy, son. Just me. You're alright."

Charles looks around and realizes where they are:

A log cabin in the woods(and not the murder-y kind either) that's cozy AF and is close to a river. There are glass windows, but they're not huge, everything has a very woods-punk to it, like antler lamps a few tapestries, and other stuff like that.

"Where are we?"

"Out of the city. It's better you stay low for a little while, until we know you're safe."

Charles relaxes and rubs his ear, which is bandaged; he has his ear muffs, but they're resting on the bedside table.

"How... How long was I out for?"

"Since we got you out. About two days. Here," Galeforce says as he passes a plate to Charles, as well as some ADD medicine(Turns out Galeforce is a good dad and stays up to date on what Charles needs.)"You look like you could use these."

Charles smiles and accepts his plate, eggs, sausage, and bacon(PROTEIN GAINS!!), and the medicine. "Thanks."

Charles indeed starts eating, and takes his meds, and it gives Galeforce a clear view of Charles's arms, wrists, and other injuries(he's wearing a thin-ish t-shirt), including some burns on his wrists from where he was electrocuted.

He also sees Charles tense up and freeze as he cuts up some eggs. It's only for a second, but Galeforce still catches it.

"Charelie, what'd they do to you?"

Charles is silent for a second before continuing to eat some breakfast. "A lot," he replies under his breath after eating.

"I'm sorry, General."

Galeforce gives Charles a confused look before Charles continues.

"He got the sapphire and the Captain got injured. And-"

Galeforce sets a hand on Charles's shoulder, now giving him a small smile.

"Canterbury's fine, just like everyone else. The sapphire's far away from here. Shipped it off a month ago. Trust me, Henry would have to be out of his mind to try getting it back."

Charles is so surprised to hear this, exhaling shakily, tears in his eyes.

Galeforce's smile remains as he pulls Charles close until the two are hugging, Charles semi-relaxing in the contact.

But there's still one thing on Charles's mind.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The two pull away, that smile on Galeforce's face now replaced with confusion. "Tell you what?"

Charles has a quick moment of, 'Do I really wnat to do this?' before remembering Henry's smug face and clenching a fist.

"My parents. Why didn't you tell me about them?"

Galeforce pulls Charles close again, but they don't hug this time.

"They didn't get a chance to. Never said I could either," Galeforce explains. "Regardless, Charlie, they loved you more than they loved each other. Hell, they loved you more than me."

Charles stares at Galeforce with wide eyes, on the virge of tears.

"Trust me, son. I would've told you, even if they didn't want me to."

"When?"

Galeforce shrugs and gives a slight chuckle. "Whenever you asked. For the youngest pilot, you're a little..."

Galeforce trails off and gives a 50/50 sigm with his hand, which Charles straightens at.

"Hey!" Charles half-laughs.

Galefirce laughs with him before sighing. "Regardless, once all this is over, I'll tell you whatever you want to know, alright?"

The two hug again for real this time, Galeforce glad to have his son home and Charles glad to be home, relaxing fully now that he's back.

Well, at least until we cut to the orbital station.

Henry is still pissed at the fact that not only did they get duped, but now Charles is somewhere back on Earth.

He knows Charles probably isn't at his house, because Henry has the file that shows his address, at the base, or at The Wall, considering what happened at both locations.

He contemplates it all while holding the bottle of pills he'd taken from Charles so long ago before shouting and throwing the bottle at the cork board.

Oh, yeah, and the file was updated in 2017, and it's 2020 now, in our time-line.

So, yeah, Henry's a little pissed off at the moment, and the glass sapphire prank from the government did not make it any better.

Regardless, Henry groans and plops down in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

He reads through Charles's file again, this time looking for Charles's phone number again, trying to find a way to contact Charles again, find and bring him back by whatever means necessary.

Best way to do that is by going to Charles's home address, but that might be a trap, maybe go to the base, but, again, it might be a trap, so now Henry's caught in a spiral.

He rests his head against his arms, groaning again.

Doesn't know how(yet), but he's going to find Charles.

That's when he gets an idea and remembers a gold mine that just finished mining and putting away some gold.

BACK TO CHARLES!

It's been a couple days now and he's having a lovely time at the cabin, sitting on the porch, which has a top on it to block the sun, and drinking some tea, enjoying the wind, water, sun, and everything he's missed while captuve in the orbital station.

That's when he hears something and races inside, pulling his tea in, as well.

Charles ducks behind the island counter and grabs for a gun under the table, sneaking toward the door and hiding behind the wall.

The door opens and someone walks in, loudly, at first, before slowing down, creeping as well, with two other footsteps following.

Charles swings out, ready to shoot, but is glomped by Calvin and Konrad, who could not care less he was about to shoot them.

"Charles! You're back!"

"We thought you died!"

"He didn't die. Don't be stupid," Calvin snarks at Konrad.

"I know he didn't, but you never know!"

"Alright, you two," Rupert sighs. "Let him breathe for a second."

The twins reluctantly let Charles go and Charles sets his gun down as his gaze good to Rupert, who smirks and holds his arms open.

"What? Forgot your best friend?"

Charles gasps as his eyes widen.

From his perspective Rupert turns into Henry, who lowers his arms to extend a hand to Charles.

Charles backs away from him, muttering, "No. Not here. How did you get here?"

"Charles?"

Calvin puts a hand on Charles's shoulder and Charles jumps out of his skin, snapping back into reality.

Both twins look very confused, but Rupert's confusion turns into solemn understanding and then to barely contained anger.

"They really messed you up out there, didn't they?"

Charles tries to form words, stammering as he turns to the twins and Rupert, but Rupert holds his shoulders.

"Don't worry. You're staying on Earth, from now on."

Charles gulps and nods. "Yeah." That's when Charles takes a look at the twins and Rupert. "What... are you guys doing here, anyway?"

Calvin and Konrad exchange a small smile and pull Charles inside by the hand, not the wrist because Galeforce gave them a heads up.

"Day off! We're babysitting you, for a little while."

Before Charles can fully protest, Rupert cheekily ruffles his hair.

"General's orders, Charlie. Besides, you need to tell us how you got this place, because we got lost the times looking for it."

All three stop their toying around when Charles's shoulders start shaking and his breathing becomes uneven.

"Charles?"

Charles looks up at all three of them, smiling as he cries. "S-sorry. I guess... I really missed you guys."

The twins smile back and Rupert sl8ngs an arm over Charles's shoulders.

"Dammit, don't get me crying, too."

All four walk further inside, Charles going back to lock the door.

That's when he notices the pocket of his coat, the one he'd been captured in, and digs inside it, blood going frigid at what he finds.

There are a bunch of pictures held together by a paperclip, all that are from a security camera in Charles's cell, one of a few. There's a few of Charles sleeping in his restraints, some of him sitting on the floor and staring out the window, some of him right when he's been punched and kicked, electrocuted, wearing the suit from dinner, and, most horrifying, Henry holding and kissing him, even posing with Charles while he's asleep gagged with the duct tape.

Charles's hands tremble as he flips through them, completely unable to breathe.

When did he take these!?

"Yo! Charlie! You coming or what!?" Konrad calls.

Charles quickly hides the pictures away in his pants pocket and rejoins them, pale and trying to hold it together.

Thankfully, Rupert is the one who notices first.

"You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Charles shakes his head and nods. "Yeah, I... I'm fine."

Silly, Charles. Rupert can tell when he's lying, but won't push him; goodness knows Eupert and the twins have done that enough.

"Relax," Calvin says. "They're not goning to come here. Heard there was a raid going on at some mine a state over."

"Yeah, and if we had a hard time coming here, the toppats might, too," Konrad says as he tries to figure out the coffee machine.

I can think of a few things, Charles thinks as he helps out Konrad.

Good thing Charles is this on edge because we cut to Charles's house as the door opens, the lock having been picked open.

Henry walks inside, alone, and quickly takes his shoes off to hide any evidence he was inside as he looks around.

He moves very carefully, noting how everything is decently organized, not meticulous, but everything is where it should be.

Henry smirks at all of it, but spots the plants Charles has around, both wire and real, said real ones being a little droopy and sad.

He quickly picks up a small pitcher and gives the plants a drink, because he's a nice friend(NOT!!!).

He then continues exploring, checking out the bathroom, the laundry room, and even Charles's room, which he's much more 'thorough' with.

And by thorough, I mean he inspects the bed, the closet and all that freaky stalker stuff that just screams, "WE'RE NOT DEALING WITH GOOD GUY HENRY! THAT'S FOR NEXT TIME!"

Regardless, Henry lies down on Charles's bed, enjoying the scent of Charles(because it's freaky) when a phone rings, one of those wall house phones that connects to everything amd Henry immediately gets up to check it out.

Turns out someone's calling to check on Charles, who is not home at the moment.

Thinking quickly, Henry pickup the phone and punches in a number.

We return to Charles as he sits carefully on the couch with Rupert and the twins as they watch a comedy.

The phone rings and Charles jumps to answer it. "Hello?"

When there's no response, Charles gulps.

"Who is this?"

"Nice to hear from you, Charles. Miss me?"

Charles is dead silent as his eyes go wide as saucers.

He's desperately hoping that what he's hearing is just his mind playing tricks on him, maybe just his mind attacking him while he's listening to someone else, but Henry clears that right up:

"Charles? Can you hear me? Did you gwt the pictures I sent you?"

Charles instantly hangs up the phone, turns it off, and backs away, falling down as it very quickly becomes hard to breathe and he starts hyperventilating.

Thank goodness the twins and Rupert hear this and rush over to him.

"Charles? Hey, take a breath. You're alright," Calvin tries not to yell.

Charles pushes them back and pushes himself against a cabinet that's close to the floor, curling into himself as he holds onto his hair.

"I can't. No. No, no, no, no, no, I can't! I can't go back there! I can't! I can't! I can't! I can't!"

"What do you mean?" Rupert asks. "What's wrong?"

Charles takes a breath and gulps before speaking again. "He knows. He-he knows I'm here! He's going to take me back! He-he'll bring me back, I know he will!" Charles holds his head against his knees and groans loudly. "Why didn't I just shoot him!? I should've shot him, then none of this would've happened! Why didn't I just-"

Rupert holds Charles's shoulders and lightly taps on his shoulders to get his attention. "Charles? Hey, come on, look at me."

Charles's breath hitches before he turns his gaze to Rupert, and gives him a clear view of just how messed up Charles really is after this whole ordeal.

Calvin and Konrad, however, figure out what's up.

"Henry's here? Like, on Earth? Right now?"

Charles nods.

"But isn't the clan heading for the gold mine? That's where... we're waiting for them."

Charles's eyes dart from the twins to Rupert.

"He knows," Charles murmurs to himself. "He knows where-"

"Easy," Rupert says. "You're not going to be alone this time."

Charles nods again and Rupert helps him to his feet.

Charles, however, is wearing his thinking cap.

If Henry wants Charles, so be it.

CUT TO THE MINE!

The Toppats are on their way to get themselves some gold, led by Ellie, but are ambushed by the Government, and a very proud Galeforce.

"Evening, Ellie."

Ellie groans and holds her hands up, gesturing for the rest to do the same.

"You've got us, General. Well done. You arrested a small group of the Toppat Clan."

There's something very off about Ellie's words, and Galeforce catches it instantly, even as Ellie is put in cuffs and pulled away.

"Funny how Henry isn't here. Wonder where he went?" Ellie calls as she's hauled away.

Galeforce watches the Toppat members get put in a truck that is going to be sent to The Wall.

That's when it clicks, and we cut back to Charles, who's tense and trying to sit still until he stands up.

"Where you going?" Rupert asks, ever the lovely best friend.

"Just getting some water, don't worry," Charles replies with a smile.

Rupert eyes him before turnung back to the movie they're watching.

Charles takes this opportunity to pick up his phone and walk outside, dialing the number Henry used to call him with; the creep is probably still at his house.

Good thing I bring up Henry, because he is indeed resting on the couch as the phone rings.

He gets up and answers the phone, smirking at seeing Charles's number.

"You called?"

Charles gulps and clears his throat.

"What... Where do you want to meet?"

Henry's smirk widens. "I knew you missed me."

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.11

a/n: this nothing but pure self indulgent fluff :3 hope ya’ll like it <3 also apologies if its a bit late xD i just woke up since we don’t have work today!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaaa @colorseeingchick @demursv1ogs @chrisrue15 @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i can’t tag some of you :( huhu )

links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 12

“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi set the ball towards the beefy boy. It had already been a few minutes and he was sure Bokuto was already riled up and ready to redeem himself. None of them were expecting him to unleash his emo mode during practice time. “It’s all yours.”

With such excellent form, Bokuto cross spiked the ball and won his side of the court a set. The three man block across from him nodded and cheered for him. Behind his back, Akaashi gave the signal to Konoha, Washio, and Haruki to further lighten his mood. That had to be the most half assed ‘Hey Hey Hey’ you’ve heard in a while.

It had been a very good four months since the kiss. Your relationship with Akaashi was still kept lowkey, but both of you chose that path. Some of the members were starting to doubt while the two managers still had to break your defense. None of them succeeded. It reached the point that things were beginning to become an inside joke. Who among the team would break the wall and finally get the answers they wanted?

Handing his water bottle, Akaashi brushed his finger against yours. Lingering his gaze with yours for a few seconds, your breath still hitches when he sets his eyes on you. With each player now sipping on bottles and wiping their sweat, you sat down beside your man and silently activated your quirk.

His body was hot from the rigid training but he somehow developed the sense of when you would use your quirk on him. Feeling the heat being pulled away, he let out a long sigh and felt his energy levels rising up. The others began to wonder whether or not the both of you were doing outside club activities that decreased his recovery time.

Now that practice was over, all of you now bid goodbyes and walked your way back home. Hand in hand, Akaashi and you went over the day's events.

“You’ve been getting better at your sets, Akaashi~”

“It still needs a bit more timing. Bokuto-san’s sets are getting better but I still have to adjust a bit more for Washio-san.” You had also taken note just how harsh he was on himself. Reminding him that he always did a great job, he squeezed your hand and pulled you closer.

As for your quirk, you always took note of its presence. Despite kissing him as often as you could, being more touchy, and intimate, it was still at 35%. Though, you were using it less and less as the days passed by. Most of the time, you would use it on Akaashi to let him recover more. It amazed you that on days you let him recover on his own, there were no changes and almost as if his body adjusted to your quirks constant use.

By now, you were used to living in this dimension. Adjustments were quick and you even found time to hang out with Asami and Akiko. O-mother now held on to a great piece of your heart and you even began to exchange ‘Love you’s every now and then.

Life is peaceful. That’s what you told yourself.

The only stress you got were during games but it was all worth it when you saw just how well your boys cooperated.

“Lost in thought again?” Akaashi cut your nostalgic trip. “Is everything okay?”

“Better than okay.” Hopping a bit to kiss his cheek, you adored how his cheeks slowly formed a blush. He really is beautiful. And that small smile that only you saw? Swoon. “Akaashi?”

“(l/n)?”

“Are we…” You knew you would sound desperate but it was something you needed to know and be sure of. “Are we dating?”

“Do you need verbal assurance?” He stopped walking and held your shoulders. Making you speechless was as easy as ever. It was your turn to blush and he loved it. “Be my hero?”

“Akaashiii~” You playfully punched his chest earning a small chuckle.

“Alright. Be mine, (y/n)?” He held cupped both cheeks till your lips were now pouting. “Though I know it’s four months too late to ask…”

Nodding happily at the assurance, you held his hands and happily accepted his lips. It was a short peck but still enough to send the butterflies in your stomach to rave. When he let go of your face, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he around your waist. Lifting you up, he began to walk as you giggled in the crook of his neck, your legs swaying side to side.

Arriving at your houses, Akaashi now opened the door for you and still chose not to let go of your hand. A minuscule pout was visible and that made your heart melt.

“Akaashi~ You’ll see me tomorrow.” Taking a step forward, you felt his fingers lacing with yours. “We can still exchange paper airplanes before we sleep, okay?”

“Fine.” Leaning down to kiss your cheeks, Akaashi made sure to kiss your knuckles as well. “See you later, (y/n).”

Never in your life did you hear your name sound like such a guilty pleasure. Losing your balance a bit, Akaashi was ready to catch you but you regained composure and cleared your throat. This man knew you were weak and took advantage of it. Of course, you didn’t mind.

“I’ll see you later, Keiji~” Whooh even saying his name made you turn into a tomato.

Squeezing your hand before letting go, he still bowed before taking his leave. When the door lock clicked, you buried your face in your palms and let out an inhumane noise that caught the attention of your o-mother.

“I’m assuming ya’ll are dating?” She slapped your back harshly. A cheeky grin resting on her face. “Don’t deny it honey. Your face says it all. C’mon, into the dining room you go.”

Dragging you by the arm, you were now seated with a tub of ice cream. Imaginary flowers floating behind her as she began to shower you with questions.

“Are you guys dating? I heard you two calling each other by your names.”

“Yeah~” You shoved a spoonful of ice cream. Brainfreeze meant nothing to you with your quirk.

“Since now?”

“I guess four months ago.”

“AHH!!” She slammed her palm on the table. “WHEN HE DROPPED YOU OFF FROM CAMP AND I CRACKED THAT PROTECTION JOKE! Young lady you better have used protection!”

“Ma! We didn’t do anything okay!” Which was true except for the continuous makeout session that followed.

“It’s fine. I mean we are in the new age. And, you're in the age of curiosity so I might as well encourage safety. Unless you want to be on the pill, then we can schedule a doctors appointment to see if you’re safe to take it.”

If that was your real mother, she would choke on the first sentence. There was no way possible for your family to talk about sex ed like that. Not sure how to respond, you gave an awkward smile, nod, and took another spoonful of ice cream.

“Besides, Akaashi-kun is a nice guy. I would be surprised if you didn’t develop feelings for such a gentleman. Both of you did a great job at hiding it though. Four months under the radar? Amazing.” She pinched your cheek and kissed it after. “Clean up when your finished~”

Now that you were finished with everything, you were now preparing pieces of bond paper. The window meetings you two shared was also one of those times you used your quirk. Akaashi always questioned how you managed to send that paper airplane the first time, when he knew about your quirk, he nodded to himself.

Preparing your chair, you watched as he opened his window and waved at you. Preparing to send a plane, you used your quirk and watched as the plane glided through the air and landed on your palm.

‘Coach said there’s no saturday practice.’ He wrote.

Taking your pen, you scribbled down your reply and sent the plane back to him.

‘Are you asking me out, neighbor?’

“If that’s alright with you.” Akaashi said out loud.

What you’d give to go over to his house. Recalling the distance, it was around five meters. Too far to jump and the angle of your windows made things difficult. The boy watched as your eyes began to wander around the environment. When you stared at your palms, he tilted his head, curious to see what you were about to do.

“Do you want me to come over?” Your voice not too loud for the other members of each house to hear.

“Through the front door…?” There was only one possibility his quirkless mind could think of. The scenario of you manipulating the air around you and floating all the way to his window or vice versa. Knowing the nature of your quirk, other things were possible but he still couldn’t comprehend just what you could do.

“Lemme just look up something real quick.” Grabbing your phone, you searched for possible invisible materials or something similar at least. When you landed on one article, you searched for its components and went back to the window. With the lesser amount of usage on your quirk, you were pretty confident that creating something from scratch would be possible. Of course, you’re not Momo but if you tried hard enough, you could make small things.

Akaashi observed as your palms began to glow the brightest he’d ever seen. Squinting his eyes, he could see how the area around your hand was beginning to distort.

“What exactly are you doing, (y/n)?”

“Hush, Keiji.” You were almost done. “You can’t rush perfection… and safety.”

When the glow stopped, you put on a little weight on the small invisible bridge you made. Checking its sturdiness, you concluded that it would hold at most 100kg. Making sure that it wasn’t as narrow, your fingertips felt the invisible floor. One meter was alright.

Climbing out your window, you scanned the houses across and made sure their curtains were drawn. Seeing that things were clear, you began to walk. Akaashi’s face was full of questions. Reaching out his window, he felt something solid but his eyes couldn’t see. Looking closer, he could see how the edges seemed to be reflecting light.

Extending a hand, Akaashi helped you enter his room.

“I did not really think this through.” You looked at the things in his room. His bed,which you only saw from afar, had black and white sheets. Books were sprawled out on his desk and a volleyball resting underneath. His jersey, which you presumed was newly laundered, was hung on his wall. “Anything PG you wanna do?”

“Nothing comes to mind.” His eyes went back to his window. “Aren’t people going to see that?”

“They won’t. Well if they squint real hard, they might be able to see how the light is being reflected and there’s barely any shadow in a particular area. But, it’s like the Indiana Bones movie? You can see it if you look at it from a particular angle.”

Taking your hand, Akaashi led you to his bed and sat down. He may be calm but his mind was running.

“Did you date anybody in your dimension?” Might as well be blunt about it, he thought.

“It’s rather difficult to date in my world.” You scooted closer and leaned on his shoulder. “Or maybe it was just for my class. A lot of bat shit crazy things happened to my class. We did have crushes tho~”

“Ah.” He remembers. “Hawks? What quirk did he have?”

“Hawks had wings. Like legit red wings that he uses to fly around.” You facepalmed at the memories with the cheeky bird child man. “Hawks was a pro hero and ranked #2.”

“Pro hero?”

“Mhmm. A committee decided that having hero rankings would help heighten security. To be honest, it only amped the competition between heroes. Not the best move on their part.” Glancing at his desk, you saw how he taped the first paperplane you sent to him on his wall. Resting your chin on his shoulder, your faces were now inches apart. From this angle, you saw how his gunmetal eyes bore silver and blue hues. “Can’t help but wonder, what kind of quirk would you have if you lived in my dimension…”

“Those dreams you mentioned a while back,” He inched his face closer. “Were those real?”

“They were.” The tips of your noses were now touching. “Now, tell me. Why is your face impossibly close to mine, Keiji?”

He smirked. Your breath hitched.

“A certain someone initiated something.” His lips brushed yours gently. Staring into your eyes once more, he slowly licked his lips and met yours with his. It was only a peck. A very short one. One that would make you want more, he was sure of it. “You did use a good amount of your quirk right, (y/n)?”

Imitating his action, you clashed your lips with his. Biting on his lower lip before releasing it.

“I did.” Feeling his hands wrap around your waist, you allowed yourself to be pulled by him. Sitting on his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck and traced his jawline. “My quirk’s been drained real good.”

“I think I can help.” Both of his thumbs now traced small circles on your thighs. Shifting your positions, you saw the world turn into a blur as Akaashi managed to place your body onto his bed. Your head now resting on his pillow that smelled just like him. “Is this okay with you?”

Not bothering to answer, you tangled your fingers through his hair and pulled him in to meet your lips. The whole sensation of having THE prettiest human you’ve ever seen was out of this world, quite literally. Carefully putting his weight on you, Akaashi’s kiss became much deeper. Untangling your fingers from his hair, you found yourself tracing lines on his very toned back. Feeling his muscles flexing, chills ran down your spine when his fingers began to slowly brush your bare waist.

Letting out a shaky breath, you let out a soft moan when his tongue entered your mouth. With your hands now turning numb, you balled your fists and held on to his shirt. What you’d give to take his shirt off but you still had the decency to think he might not like it.

Biting and sucking on your tongue, Akaashi prepped himself on his elbow and saw just how much of a mess you were. Red cheeks, eyes that showed him you wanted more, and labored breathing made him smirk before sofly tracing your jaw. Leaning back down, he admired how you squirmed underneath him when he began to kiss your neck.

“How’s your quirk?” He asked in between kisses.

“Let me check.” You smirked when he rested on his elbows to see what you were about to do. Twirling your finger, you heard the faint click of the locks. “I think it’s charged pretty good.”

Lifting his body, you observed as he reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Bending a bit to kiss your knuckles, Akaashi smiled and let go of your hand. Your eyes widened when he pulled his shirt off.

“Holy smokes…” Clenching your fists, you tried to control the glow your palms were emitting. How does your quirk manage to expose your feelings when you're flustered but not when you're scared to death when you're fighting villains? Tracing the cuts of his body with your eyes, you sent out a silent prayer to the meat gods for the sight. When he leaned back in, just inches away from your face, you bit your lip.

“It was getting hot.” Akaashi kissed your cheek. “You okay, (y/n)?”

“I mean… a very pretty setter is on top of me, and shirtless too, my quirk is exposing me, we’re having a make out session, and I’m in your room?” You pinched his cheek. “Nothing can top this~”

Turning to his side, you were now resting your head on his arm as he draped his other one on your waist. Yawning, you hugged him and the both of you tangled your legs.

“Are you getting sleepy?” Akaashi whispered.

“A bit.” Your eyes were getting heavier. Just as you were about to sit up, you were pulled back into his arms.

“You can stay, you know. You can cross the bridge of shame in the morning.” Kissing your forehead, you let out a small and contented hum. Watching how you raised your arm and snapped your finger, he had to admire how easy everyday things were if you had a quirk. Amused at your little stunt, he felt giddy when you hugged him once more. “What was that for?”

“I turned my lights off.”

“Think you can turn off mine?” It didn’t even take a second. His lights were now off. Closing his eyes, Akaashi felt content being able to sleep beside you. Just as he was about to doze off, his eyes shot back open. Nudging you a bit, he gave out a small warning. “Bokuto-san might call in the middle of the night. Just don’t mind it if my voice is too loud. It usually lasts 2 to 3 minutes max.”

Nodding, Akaashi finally relaxed and went to sleep.

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a/n: told ya’ll its pure fluff xD i hope yall are liking the chapters :) if you have any questions, clarifications, or anything you wanna tell me, feel free to ask :) and yes, Akaashi’s lineup is open as always :)

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu x bnha

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