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whadd-up-babie · 4 years ago

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✨🥺🥰 Sykkunos Sister 🥰🥺✨

Part One

Author's Note: Fuck time lines. I don't care if time lines don't add up. I mean on any other occasion I would care but right now at this exact moment in time, I couldn't fucking care less.

Word-count: 4k

Warnings: idk

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You walked into your new apartment, your two roommates and life long friends by your side.

You smiled and turned to the two, “You see this ladies?” You said with a satisfied smirk on your face, “All of our hard work finally paid off.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually here.” Addie said with stars in her eyes. “A couple of years late maybe, but still here in L.A”

You chuckled “I can't believe we wanted to move here as soon as we got out of highschool.”

“Yeah imagine how horrible that could've gone?” Your other friend Selena spoke up.

You visibly shuddered at the thought of how bad that could've been. You felt a buzz in your back pocket and looked down at your jeans.

“Me and Selena are gonna check out this place before we start bringing the boxes in.” Addie told you as her and Selena walked off.

You nodded your head as you pulled out your phone from your jeans. It was a text message from one of your brothers' roommates.

Toast Are you in L.A yet?

You Yeah, I just walked into my new apartment

You quickly typed out and hit send. You’ve been in contact with your brothers’ friends for a while now. You haven’t seen Thomas, or Sykkuno, in years and you wanted to surprise him during one of his streams.

He was streaming Proximity Chat Among Us with; Toast, Lily, Poki, Rae, Ludwig, Dream, Brooke, Jacksepticeye and Corpse. You were a fan of all of them.

You lived a couple blocks away from your brother and his friends which was very convenient for you, considering as the younger of the both of you it is your duty to be the most annoying human being possible. So random pop ups at his home would be much much easier.

Toast I told the lobby that I ordered delivery so they expect an interruption

You Ooooh big brain moment

Toast But I did actually order pizza, it’s pick-up so can you do me a favor and pick it up on your way

You I revoke my “big brain moment”

Toast sent you the address for the pizza parlor and the OfflineTV house.

“I’m gonna go surprise Thomas.” You called out into your apartment, “I promise I'll be back to help unload the stuff.”

“You better, considering you're the strongest one here.” Selena responded.

You chuckled and walked out of the door and into the hallway that led to the exit of your new home.

Your apartment only had two floors, you were lucky enough to score the bottom floor. It was two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The three of you slept in the smaller guest room. You had bought two bunk beds from Ikea that you planned on placing in that room.

In the master room was where everything Important was. Selena wanted to be a streamer, so her gaming set-up was in that room. Selena wasn't one of those well known streamers but she had a following. Addie wanted to be a model, so the majority of her clothes were in the master bedroom closet, whilst you and Selena shared the smaller closest in your shared room.

You on the other hand wanted to make music. All of your instruments were in the master bedroom. You owned an electric keyboard, a guitar, a bass guitar, a cello, and you just started learning how to play the ukulele.

The room set up plan was simple. You had two desks on opposite sides of the room. Selena would get the wall with the window if she ever planned on using more natural light. Selena's desk would hold her gaming set-up, she currently had two monitors, but she's saving up to buy a third.

Your desk had the latest IMac, it was a moving away gift from your family, everyone pitched in. You had an inexpensive but high quality microphone to record vocals.

In between the two desks you had a futon and coffee table gifted to you guys by Addie's grandma. Noise cancellation foam pads would coat the walls.

But you haven’t done any of that stuff yet considering everything was still in the U-Haul truck.

You walked out of the apartment whilst typing the address to your brothers home in your Waze app, you added the pizza parlor in as a stop.

You got into your SUV and started the car. You connected your phone to the bluetooth and shuffled one of your Spotify playlist.

White Tee by CORPSE began to blast through your speakers. You bopped to the rhythm and began to lip sync the lyrics.

~~~

It took you 30 minutes to collect the pizza and drive to your brothers house. You stood outside the door with the pizza balanced in your hand as you attempted to ring the doorbell.

You texted Toast beforehand so you hoped he was prepared and wouldn’t make you wait outside. You didn’t like being outside, it meant that people could see you. And you didn’t like that.

You stood outside for a couple of seconds before Toast finally opened the door.

“Finally!” You exclaimed as you pushed past him to enter his home.

“Welcome.” He said sarcastically.

“Where’s my brother's room!?” You asked excitedly.

Toast pointed you towards the direction of Sykkunos’ room and you went running.

You stood outside of his door all giddy and happy, apparently they were playing proximity chat among us. So if Sykkuno was next to anyone in- game they would surely hear you, as well as the rest of the offlinetv house.

You took a deep breath and shouldered the door open.

“I’VE GOT A PIZZA DELIVERY FOR THE BESTEST BIG BROTHER IN THE ENTIRETY OF THE WORLD!” You all but shouted, scaring him off of his chair.

He turned to look at you and his face of fear quickly morphed into one of pure happiness.

“I call him Thomas but apparently his stage name is Sykkuno. I wonder where he got that from.” You said, this time more calmly.

“Y/N!” Sykkuno said happily. He quickly got himself off the floor and tackled you in a hug.

“You know I would hug you back but like… I’m holding a pretty big pizza.” You told him. The smile on your face was so big it began to hurt your cheeks.

Sykkuno brought his hands to your shoulder and held you at arm's length. He looked you up and down.

“You’ve really grown.” He told you.

“Yeah.” You agreed, nodding your head, “You still look like a ten year old.” You said jokingly.

You laughed and he joined in. You placed the pizza down, and he led you towards his set up.

“We’re gonna need another chair.” He said looking around.

“No we don’t,” You said plopping down into his chair.

He gave you a weird look.

“I’m the guest.” You said waving your hand.

He didn’t say anything, he just looked you dead in the eyes. Right into your soul.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

“I don’t like it when you do that.” You said as you stood from his chair.

“I only ever do it to you.” He said as he walked by you to reclaim his chair.

“That’s why I don’t like it.” You grumbled.

A couple of minutes later you got your own chair, they were even nice enough to give you a water bottle. You sat next to Sykkuno with one of his earbuds in your ear so you could hear what was happening in his game.

So far you’ve run into Rae, Poki, Toast and Lily and you told all of them about your relation to Sykkuno though Toast and Lily already knew.

Sykkuno passed by Jack and you were about to scream in the mic, but someone reported a body.

“Well now I’m disappointed.” You mumbled to yourself.

“The body was i-“

“What! Toast is dead!” You said shocked, “We were just with him.”

There was a moment of silence within the game.

“Who’s that?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” The other players muttered in agreement.

“That’s my sister, Y/N.” Sykkuno said.

A gasp could be heard from almost everyone

“Sister!” Ludwig shouted over the gasps, “Sykkuno you didn’t tell me you had a sister. I thought we were best friends.”

“I’m not really his sister.” You told them.

“Yeah she’s my foster sister.” Sykkuno explained.

“When I was younger Sykkunos' family was my foster family, until I was adopted by a lovely couple in Chicago.” You said.

“We haven’t seen each other since her adoption.” Sykkuno continued.

“And that was. What? 10-ish years ago?” You finished turning to Sykkuno.

“Yeah around that time.” He answered.

You brought your water bottle up to your lips and began to drink.

“Well it’s great to meet you Y/N!” Brooke said excitingly.

A chorus of “nice to meet you” entered your ear, but a very distinct “what up baby” caused you to spit your water back into its bottle.

“What’s wrong?” Sykkuno asked as he looked towards you.

“That did something to my stomach.” Was all you said.

“The water?” Sykkuno questioned further.

You felt your face heat up.

“Yeah.” You said nodding your head. “It’s totally the water. It couldn’t possibly be for any other reason.” You said bring your hand up to hide your smirk with your knuckles.

You turned your head and saw the chat exploding with the word SIMP in all caps.

~~~

You were at Sykkunos house a couple of days after that incident. He was streaming Proximity Chat Among Us with the same lobby again. They were playing in Polus.

Corpse was telling the lobby about his day when you thought to yourself, “I wanna wake up to the sound of your voice.”

You scrunched up your eyebrows wondering why it got quiet all of a sudden before Sykkuno bursted into fits of laughter as well as the rest of the lobby.

It finally dawned on you that you said that out loud. Your eyes widened and your face began to heat up.

“That sounded so suggestive, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was speaking out loud.” You began to laugh with the rest of the group and Corpse joined in quickly after.

The game started and you were all calmed down.

“I still can’t believe I said that out loud.” You announced to the group. A few giggles left their mouths as well as your own.

“No but just imagine waking up at 7 am to Choke me like you hate me but you love me! Every single fucking day.” You said before bursting into laughter, the lobby joining in soon after.

Sykkuno was doing his tasks in O2 before he announced to his stream he had to use the bathroom.

“I’ll watch the game for you but I won’t play because… I don’t want to.” You told him as he muted his discord and got up from his chair.

“That’s fine.” He said and left the room.

You turned to his chat. They started bombarding you with questions.

“What’s your Instagram.” You read aloud.

“Oooh shameless plug, follow me on all of my socials @y/n, also subscribe to my YouTube channel “Y/N L/N” I make music…sometimes.” You answered.

“Do you simp for Corpse.” You read another.

You pursed your lips. “I’m not gonna answer that question, but I will confidently admit that I simp for Rae and Poki.” As you finished that statement, Corpses avatar walked into the room.

You reached over to Sykkunos Keyboard and un-muted his mic.

“Hey Corpse!” You chirped.

“Hey Y/N.” He replied. “Where’s Sykkuno?” He asked you.

“What, am I not good enough?” You asked with mock offense

He chuckled before speaking up. “No, I was just wondering.”

“He’s in the bathroom.” You answered. “I’m all by my little old self. Minus the stream of course.” You turned to smile at Sykkunos camera before focusing your attention on the game.

“Would you like some company?” He asked.

“I would love some company, thank you Corpse.”

He brought his Avatar to stand by Sykkunos.

“How’s your day?” He asked.

“Not very fun.” You answered thinking back to what happened this morning. “We were finishing building the second bunk bed, but I dropped one of the heavier parts on my foot, so that hurts.”

“Oh that sucks.” He stated.

“I know. How’s your day?” You asked him.

“Very uneventful, just writing some potential lyrics and stuff.” He said.

“Oh yeah you write your own music.” You responded. “How did I forget that.” You mumbled to yourself.

“What do you like to do for fun?” He questioned.

“Oh I make music, or do covers. Depends on how lazy I’m feeling.” You told him.

“You make music?” He asked. You could hear the shock in his voice.

You hummed in response. “Yeah I dabble in music production. I write a nice chunk of the music, but I have some other musical friends help me with other stuff. It’s not enough for me to be noticed by the big producers or record labels though.”

“You think you could show me some of your stuff?”

“Yeah!” You said excitedly. “Do you want me to send it through Discord, Insta or Twitter.” You said as you fished your phone out of your back pocket.

“Do discord.” He told you.

“Got it.” You pulled up your discord app as Sykkuno got back from the bathroom.

You already friended the lobby Sykkuno was playing in after your first meeting.

Sykkuno got back in his chair. “Alright I’m back.”

“I unmuted your mic by the way.” You told Sykkuno, your eyes glued to your phone. You had to send Corpse the perfect snippet. So far all your options were shit.

“Oh hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno said once he got situated.

“Hi Sykkuno.” Corpse replied, “I was just talking to Y/N, she’s great company.” He complimented you.

“I am good company,” You said looking up from your phone, “I wish my roommates thought that.” You muttered to yourself, apparently louder than you thought because Corpse began to chuckle.

You smirked slightly. The sound of Corpses’ laugh caused a blush to spread to your cheeks.

“Shouldn’t you two finish your tasks.” You coughed up, trying to hide your blush. “I mean you’ve wasted enough time already.”

“Does anyone ever do their tasks when they play proximity?” Sykkuno asked.

“Exactly.” Corpse agreed.

“I’m a very work oriented person so I probably would.” You told them. You finally found the perfect audio file to send Corpse.

“I hope he likes it.” You thought to yourself. You sent Corpse the file the same time a body was reported.

“I found Luds’ body in decontamination.” Rae said.

“Sykkuno and Corpse did nothing in o2 practically the whole round.” You told the lobby. The lobby has gotten used to you speaking up while they played.

“I was keeping a new friend company that's not exactly nothing.” Corpse said, trying to defend himself.

“It meant nothing to me.” You said, you were quiet for a few seconds before you spoke up again, “I’m sorry! That was mean! I didn’t mean it! Thank you for disregarding your tasks just to keep me company!”

The lobby broke out into laughter while you continued spewing out apologies.

~~~

The game ended quickly, turns out Poki and Rae were the imposters. You decided then to make your departure.

“I should probably head home.” You told the lobby, “The only food the girls know how to cook is pizza rolls, pizza bagels and ramen. And we promised each other we would start eating healthy.” You got up from your chair as the lobby was saying their goodbyes.

You exited Sykkunos room and walked towards the exit. You ran into Michael and Lily and said goodbye to them on your way out.

You reached your car and pulled out your phone, checking for notifications. You usually stay off your phone whenever you watch your brothers’ stream so you never know what's happening.

It turns out you had 10 missed calls from Selena, and over 100+ messages of her asking you to answer the phone.

You quickly got into your car and called your roommate.

The phone only rang twice before she answered.

“YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I JUST DID FOR YOU!” She screamed into the phone.

You brought your hand away from your ear and cringed at how loud she was being.

“That’s fun.” You muttered to yourself. You put your phone down in one of the cup holders and put it on speaker.

“What did you do exactly.” You asked aloud as you put your key into the ignition.

“So you remember that cute guy we ran into-” She began but you interrupted.

“NO!” You shouted. “I am not in the mood to go on dates. We are here in L.A to focus on our careers. I don’t have time for dating.”

Selena was quiet for a few moments before she spoke up.

“Okay, but if you meet him and start catching feelings but it's too late, just know it's not my fault.” She said before she hung up.

You sighed to yourself. You were not ready to go out on dates. Especially not after your last relationship.

You drove in silence for the majority of the way home until you got a discord notification on your phone. You waited until you reached a stop light to look at it. Apparently it was from Corpse.

CORPSE I loved the vocals I honestly wasn't expecting this type of music from you

You quickly typed out a reply while still paying attention to the road ahead of you.

You Thanks! I just thought you would like that type of sound so I decided to send that one

You hit send right as the lights turns green. You placed your phone back into the cupholder and began to drive. You got another discord notification, you assumed it was Corpse.

“He can wait 5 minutes.” You thought to yourself. Corpse may have peaked your interests but that doesn't mean you were willing to get into a car crash for him.

You quickly pulled into your apartment complex and ran into your home, phone in hand. You had gotten 3 discord notifications whilst you were driving. You quickly sat down on your couch in the living room and propped your feet onto the coffee table.

CORPSE I like how this is mixed and produced You have a great tone throughout the song Would you want to collab sometime?

You felt your heart leap into your throat.

“This couldn't possibly be happening.” You thought to yourself.

Corpse was very relevant in the music industry, he had told you during one of the Among Us games that many labels were reaching out to him. This collaboration with Corpse could make you a star!

You A collab with one of the most trending people in the world? Count me in!

CORPSE Great! we can meet up whenever you want to work out some lyrics

You smiled to yourself thinking of how many doors this could open for you. This could make or break your career.

“Holy shit.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Me and Corpse are making a song together!” You thought to yourself.

“What kind of Wattpad fanfic is this?” You said out loud as Selena and Addie came out of the Master Bedroom.

“Oooh what about Wattpad fanfics?” Selena asked, as she headed towards the kitchen.

“My life is a Wattpad fanfic.” You told her. You furrowed your eyebrows in thought, “Is this my existential crisis?”

“What?” Addie asked, very confused as she sat down on the arm of the sofa.

“What am I rambling about.” You turned to your roommates. “You’ll never believe what I just scored.” You told them excitedly.

“What?” Selena asked as she exited the kitchen a bag of chips in her hands.

“I’m going to do a collaboration with Mr. Corpse Husband himself.” You said proudly.

“No way!” Selena shouted, dropping her bag of chips on the floor. “You lucky bitch.” She said.

“You guys have only known one another for like 3 days.” Addie said.

“We’re making a song, not getting married.” You told her.

“Yet.” Selena said with a smirk.

“I’m going to bed.” You told them as you stood up from the couch.

“What!?” They said in unison.

“But it’s like 8 o'clock.” Addie finished.

“I know but I’m not in the mood to put up with the both of you.” You said as you left the living room.

“I only said one thing!” Selena complained.

“One too much.” You told her.

You walked down the hall and entered your shared room. You sat down at the foot of your bed and sighed.

“This is not at all what I expected when I told mom I was moving to Cali.” You threw yourself backwards.

“How are we gonna go about this?” You asked yourself. Were you and corpse gonna work together in person, were you gonna work over a discord call? You haven’t seen his face, you’re not sure if he’s seen yours yet. All these thoughts came and went inside your brain, it was starting to give you a headache.

You grabbed your pillow and brought it down on your face. You made a noise somewhere in between a groan and a whine when you heard you got another discord notification from your phone.

You reached around for your phone until you finally grabbed it and brought it up to your face. It was another message from Corpse.

CORPSE For making the song I was thinking maybe you could come over to my apartment because I remember how you once told the lobby that your roommates are very loud

YOU They are very loud And thank you for the invitation, I was just starting to wonder how we were gonna work together

CORPSE Here’s my address and number Wanna meet up on Sunday 3 o’clock?

“Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.” You thought to yourself, You’re pretty sure you don't have any plans that day. You typed out a quick reply before turning off your phone and going to sleep.

~~~

It was Sunday 12 o’clock you left your house with a nice hot cup of joe in your hands. Corpse lived 2 hours away so you wanted to leave early to hopefully grab some breakfast.

The night prior you placed your guitar in the back of your car, knowing you wouldn't remember to do it the morning of.

You got into your car and pulled out of your apartment complex. It was a long drive filled with random songs. You pulled into the first McDonalds you saw and ordered your usual.

When you were back on the road you had about 30 minutes before you would arrive at Corpse’s house. Which meant, using the power of mental math, you would get there 30 minutes early.

You grabbed your phone out of your bag keeping your eyes on the road. You opened up your contact list and scrolled through looking for Corpse. You found his name and gave him a call. You put your phone on speaker and put it into your cup holder. The phone rang about eight times before he answered.

“Hello.” He answered, his voice was deeper than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked as you turned off the highway.

“Yeah, I got a good… 35 minutes.” He told you with a chuckle.

“Make yourself some breakfast. I should be there in about 30 minutes.” You told him with a smirk.

“Yes ma’am” He told you before he hung up.

“This is gonna be a long day.” You muttered to yourself.

~~~

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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years ago

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Get Me to the Church On Time

Enzo St. John x Mikaelson! Reader

Words: 3037

Part 3 of 4 (Part One, Part Two)

Summary: Preparations for the wedding are in full swing and it’s time to go dress shopping. With you out with the girls, Enzo is left to find the perfect suit with none other than your protective older brothers. Needless to say, tensions are high.

Note: Part Three!!! And I’m bringing in the Vampire Diaries crew for the wedding. More Damon/Enzo bromance on the way, along with some girl fun with Caroline and Bonnie. Like the others, this one jumps around a bit some more, but I hope it isn’t too confusing. I’m just bad at writing transitions. (Repost Notes: Ugh, going through these makes me so happy, you guys!

The sound of suitcases rolling on the sidewalk made your heart leap. You sat up from your spot on the couch, Enzo stirring slightly next to you. He made a sound of confusion as you smacked his arm.

“They’re here!” You exclaimed, sprinting outside. The blonde and the brunette were arguing over something but immediately stopped when they saw you.

“I told you this was the right place!” Caroline squealed, rushing towards you for a hug. Bonnie set her bag down and joined the group hug.

“I can’t believe this is all happening.” You sighed as the three of you pulled apart. “There’s not even a week left until the wedding and I haven’t even found the dress yet.” Caroline laced her arm through yours and Bonnie’s.

“Why do you think we’re here?” She beamed. They grabbed their bags and you led them into the compound where Freya invited Caroline in and Enzo stiffened uncomfortably.

“Bonnie… Caroline. How nice to see you.” He put on a tight smile and Bonnie rolled her eyes. He rubbed his hands together, signaling his discomfort. He didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye with your best friends. “Well, I’m sure Y/N can show you to your rooms.” He cast you a pleading look and you smirked.

“Right this way ladies.” You led them away, the two of them turning back at Enzo and giggling. You couldn’t help but laugh along. “You guys really hate him, don’t you?” You said as soon as the door to their room was closed.

“We don’t… hate him.” Bonnie clarified. “We just-hmm.” She tried to think of the right word. Caroline kicked her shin. “Ow! What was that for?”

“If you like Enzo, we like Enzo.” Caroline promised. Bonnie nodded in skeptical agreement. “Besides, he’s the reason we get to go dress shopping, on an unlimited budget, in New Orleans.” She took your face in her hands. “You are not allowed to worry about anything. We are here now and we shall tend to everything. Right Bonnie?”

“What are bridesmaids for?” She smiled, her skepticism breaking away.

“I completely agree.” Rebekah said from the doorway. Her arms were crossed and her face held a dangerously smug look. As the maid of honor she was going to have to interact with the other bridesmaids at some point. With a quick begging glance from you, her smug look spread into a sincere smile. “And in order to do that, I suggest that we set aside our differences for the coming days. From now until the reception ends, we are nothing more than the friends and family to my dear sister Y/N.” The two girls considered this and shrugged.

“I don’t see why not.” Caroline finally said and motioned for Rebekah to come further into the room, pulling a small planner out of her suitcase. “Today is dress shopping day. While we will be at the boutique at 2:00, the boys will be taking Enzo to get his suit. After that is all taken care of, Enzo and Y/N will get to have one final date night to themselves before becoming a married couple.” You looked down at your watch.

“Well it’s only noon, so we’ll just have to find something to keep us busy until the appointment.” You suggested showing the girls around town, but you could tell Bonnie was tired from the long trip here. “Perhaps Rebekah can catch me up on everything I’ve missed down here in the quarter.”

“How about I treat us all to lunch?” Rebekah offered. “Just us girls, of course.” She winked at your two best friends, who still seemed slightly uneased by her presence. You clasped your hands together mouthing the word “Please” over and over again. Bonnie grinned, only mildly reluctant.

“So long as you’re paying.”

The four of you headed down the stairs to find Enzo surrounded by your three brothers, all looking as intimidating and menacing as ever. When he saw you, Enzo smiled nervously.

“There’s my lovely fiancé!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arm around you and looking back at your brothers with a gaze that said ‘See, I’m safe now!’. “Klaus and I were just talking about you.”

“Oh really?” You inquired, shooting Nik and deadly glare. “I would love to stay and chat, but we’ve decided to go out to lunch before we head to the Bridal Boutique this afternoon.” Enzo went pale.

“Just the four of you?” He squeaked and Kol snickered.

“Well it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride’s dress before the wedding.” You shrugged. “Besides, you have to go look at suits with my brothers.” His eyes were filled with a comical amount of fear. “Also…” You pulled him aside, though you knew everyone would be listening in. It was hard to have a private conversation in a room full of people with supernatural hearing. “Don’t you need to make a phone call?”

“I was… planning on it.” He nodded and you smacked the back of his head. “Ow! What in bloody hell was that for?”

“Call. Him.” You growled and he slumped his shoulders, groaning.

“Okay fine.” You started to walk away, but he kept his hand on your elbow. “And do you think it’s a good idea to leave me with them?” You turned to your brothers.

“Klaus will be on his best behavior, won’t you Nik.” You said, the threat of ripping him limb from limb should anything happen to Enzo in your voice. “Besides, Elijah will be there and he will keep the others in line.”

“I shall do my best.” Elijah chuckled, putting a hand on Enzo’s shoulder. He tried not to flinch.

“Great! Well we will be heading out then. I’ll see you later tonight.” You place a quick kiss on Enzo’s cheek before rushing off the girls.

The impending doom looming over him intensified as Klaus stepped forward.

“Well if they’re going out, I don’t see why we can’t get a bite to eat.” He stared menacingly at Enzo, who gulped. “Who’s hungry?”

You stood in front of the mirror, running your hands down the tulle skirt. It was a gorgeous dress, but it just wasn’t the dress. Luckily, when you came out of the dressing room, your entourage agreed with your doubts in a very vocal manner.

“No.” Rebekah shook her head, her eyes traveling up and down the length of fabric. “You look like a glorified Barbie.”

“Actually, I agree. Way too much sparkle.” Caroline quipped. Bonnie nodded. The attendant came in asking what everyone thought.

“My sister shall look nothing less than royalty.” Rebekah commanded. She pulled the woman towards her. “Find her the most elegant dress in the store, then come back and ask me.” She compelled and the woman sashayed off.

“And make sure it’s sexy!” Caroline called after her. The four of you giggled.

It was almost perfect, but a part of your heart was still aching. You knew exactly what was missing. You felt your shoulders fall and looking around, your eyes filled with tears. Caroline immediately noticed and jumped off of the couch.

“You can’t cry yet! You haven’t even picked a dress!” She whined, putting her hands on your shoulders, trying to read what was wrong. You laughed and wiped the moisture from your cheeks.

“I just wish Elena could be here. With all of us.” You had always imagined all of your friends being there if you ever got married and now… it just seemed incomplete. Bonnie nodded in agreement and held up her glass of champagne.

“To Elena.” She toasted. “I’m sure she’s watching over this from whatever weird, supernatural coma world she’s in.” The rest of you held up your glasses with small, sad smiles and echoed.

“To Elena.”

Enzo stood uncomfortably as the tailor fitted the suit onto him. The rest of the room was completely silent, with the occasional question from the tailor that Enzo would answer quickly and quietly. Klaus sat, sharpening the leg of the wooden table next to him. Elijah was flipping through the newspaper and Kol just looked bored.

“Do stop that Niklaus,” Elijah sighed. “You’re being childish.”

“Someone has to be prepared for when this all blows over.” Klaus shrugged. Enzo clenched his fists but remained silent. “Now as to how I’ll kill him, I haven’t entirely decided.”

“I think you two should be a little more excited.” Kol stood up, circling around Enzo and pointing something out to the tailor. “We are to have a new brother! Someone else to add to the family drama. To torment for the rest of our never ending lives.” He grinned. Enzo couldn’t tell if Kol was mocking him, or attempting to be sincere. From what Y/N had told him about her twin, he figured it was a bit of both and the best he was going to get.

“I’m just taking the necessary precaution for when this riff raff breaks our sister’s heart.” He threw the stake at Enzo, who barely ducked in time.

“That is it!” Enzo shouted, his temper finally getting the better of him. “I have done nothing but love Y/N for as long as I have had the pleasure of knowing her. How dare you accuse me of not meeting your standards- which, by the way, are designed for every man who comes into your sister's lives to fail. Y/N loves me and I love her and I will not stand for anyone who suggests otherwise.” The sudden outburst made all three brothers stare at Enzo in surprise. Elijah put down his paper, seeing his younger brother draw closer to the young vampire.

Enzo’s eyes widened with fear as Klaus came towards him. This was it. This was the end. And he didn’t even get to finish the suit. The hybrid leaned in close, his voice deep and mischievous.

“Now there’s the spirit I’ve heard so much about.” Klaus smirked. Enzo lowered his brows in confusion. “No need to fuss, I’m still planning your gruesome death, but for now…” He clapped his hands together. “We have a wedding to prepare for.” He tossed Enzo’s cell phone to him. “And if I remember correctly you have a phone call to make. Tell Damon I said hello.” Klaus compelled the tailor to take a break and the three Mikaelsons left the room.

Enzo sighed and dialed the number.

“What now?” Damon answered.

“I have to ask you something…” Enzo ran his fingers through his hair. Why was this so hard? Damon was probably his only friend in the living world, so he didn’t really have any other options. “You see, Y/N and I are getting married-”

“Yeah, Caroline told me.” Damon interrupted. “Congrats on becoming part of the psycho original family.”

“Damon,” Enzo snapped, growing impatient. “I’m trying to ask you to be my best man.” The other line went silent.

“Wow…” Damon blew out a breath. “I mean… yeah. Sure. Why not? I love weddings.” Changing his tone, he poured himself a drink as usual and made a mental note to get a tux. “Where are you getting married again? Is it a destination wedding, because I would love to go to Hawaii-”

“It’s in New Orleans.” Enzo said and he could hear Damon nearly choke on his drink.

“No. No way. You’re on your own.” As he went to hang up, Enzo started to beg.

“Please Damon. I know that you don’t have a great reputation with Y/N’s family, but this is really important for me.” He pleaded. With still no answer, he let out a desperate sigh. “You’re the only friend I’ve got.” Damon was quiet for a long time, having an angry debate with himself before finally answering.

“I’ll be there.”

The night was glistening with stars, along with the multitude of candles Caroline had strung about the courtyard. She had transformed the space into the perfect place for one final romantic dinner before Enzo and you tied the knot. Bonnie, Rebekah, and Freya had spent the past two hours helping you get ready. Caroline had insisted on formal- and on picking out the dress. As much as you hated to admit, your friend had impeccable taste. The dress was the perfect mix of sexy and elegant, much like the dress you had chosen earlier that day.

Enzo stood patiently outside your door, offering his arm as you finally emerged. He tried to keep his jaw from dropping.

“You look stunning.” He smiled and suddenly all of the feelings you had first felt when the two of you started dating came rushing back. All of the nerves mixed with excitement. All of the short electric bursts shooting through your skin. Everything burned brighter and lit up your face in a way that made you glow. As he led you down the stairs, your eyes glittered in the lights. Enzo couldn’t imagine you looking more beautiful than you did in that moment.

He pulled out your chair for you before taking his seat across the table. A bottle of wine waited beside a basket of fresh bread from a nearby bakery.

At first you couldn’t think of anything to say. You just twisted your pasta around and around on your fork as Enzo poured the wine. He, too, seemed to feel the awkwardness between you and he chuckled softly to himself.

“Why does it suddenly feel so much harder to talk?” He asked in a tone of amused frustration. You laughed, letting your shoulders relax as you took a sip of wine.

“I was thinking exactly the same thing.” You sighed, letting a genuine smile spread across your face. “It’s probably just the nerves for the wedding, but I can hardly breathe half the time, let alone hold a conversation.”

“It is daunting, isn’t it?” He mused, placing a hand on top of yours. “An eternity with me?”

“Frankly, I can’t think of anything better.” You smiled and raised your glass for your second toast that day. “Here’s to the next five days before the rest of our eternity.” He clinked his glass gently against yours, admiring the view before him. The candle light made a halo around your head and the flowers that Caroline had picked brought out the color of your eyes.

“You have truly outdone yourself.” Klaus told Caroline, who was standing next to him on the balcony above the couple.

“It’s their last dinner as a non-married couple.” She shrugged. “I figured a little romance was necessary.” She eyed him suspiciously. “So you’re really okay with this?”

“Okay with what?” He asked innocently, though he knew exactly what she meant. She cocked an eyebrow.

“With your sister getting married.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I mean, every time Rebekah has found a lover, he is either brutally murdered or he mysteriously vanishes.”

“I haven’t decided what I shall do with Lorenzo yet.” Klaus gave her a mischievous look and she rolled her eyes.

“He might be a handful, but Enzo is a pretty good guy. Especially when he’s with Y/N.” She thought for a second before adding. “He kind of reminds me of you.”

“Surely he doesn’t meet my grand stature.” Klaus brought her hand up to his lips. “If you would excuse me, dear Caroline, I believe I shall turn in for the night.” He saw the blush rush to her cheeks and smirked before walking away with a slight skip in his step.

As you watched your brother make his way to his room, you stood from the table and excused yourself for a moment, cutting Klaus off before he reached the door.

“Can I talk to you, Nik?” You asked and he tilted his head to the side with curiosity. You both went into the study, shutting the door behind you. Elijah had been relaxing in his favorite chair after his own romantic dinner with Hayley. He put down his book and looked at you in anticipation.

“Is something wrong?” He wondered and you shook your head.

“I have something I have been meaning to ask the two of you…” You paused, trying to think of how to phrase what you were about to say. It was one of the most important questions besides your proposal to Enzo itself. “You see… I would very much like it if- well you know Kol isn’t all that sentimental, and you both mean so much to me. You’re my brothers, for heaven’s sake! You have always been there for me no matter what trouble I found myself in.” You knew you were ranting again and took a deep breath, trying to get to the point. “I love you both so dearly and I was hoping that you would both give me away.”

At first neither brother said anything. They just stared at you as emotion filled their eyes and loving smiles appeared on their faces.

“It would be an honor.” Elijah beamed. Klaus shrugged.

“Well I suppose I have nothing else going on.” He teased. You pulled both of them into a hug, tears of joy filling your eyes. Elijah had always been there for you, but it was Klaus that you were so ecstatic about agreeing. It meant that- in his own, strange way- that he approved of you being married to Enzo. And that meant the world to you.

Elijah placed a light kiss on your forehead, Klaus doing the same, and the two pulled away.

“Now, I believe that you have a romantic dinner to get back to.” Elijah pointed out. “And we mustn't keep Lorenzo waiting.”

“Let him wait!” Klaus said draping his arm over your shoulder. “We take priority in this household.” Both you and Elijah chuckled and you kissed Klaus’ cheek.

“Elijah’s right, Nik. I should get back. Before he runs off with some trollop off the street.” You gave him a wink. Kol had told you about the suit fitting and you couldn’t help but tease Nik about it. You knew he was just being his usual over-protective self, but your fiancé had stood up to him. It made you love Enzo even more- something you didn’t even think was possible.

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beauvibaby · 4 years ago

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this is what it takes - m.barzal

requested [x] yes [] no

request - I remember seeing you post about shawn's doc and it got me thinking like the song if this is what it takes.. maybe something inspired by it with barzy or something 🤷🏽‍♀️

warnings: depression, insecurities

When you met Mat, six months ago, you were in a bad place, really, and he understood that, he has been nothing but patient and caring with you. Although, personally, he couldn’t relate to how your mind would work, he did everything he could to learn the ins and outs of it, anything he could do to help. And it worked—for a while, then, then he told you he loved you, after three months, and you panicked, of course you loved him too. You loved him long before he said the words, but hearing him vocalize it, sent you into a spiral of insecurity.

Being in love, that was something new to you, true love at least, there have been guys in the past that you thought you loved, but Mat was different. He didn’t care that you had a hard time being super outgoing, he knew it was difficult for you, and he wouldn’t push you to do anything that made your mind race. But, you also knew that your relationship would become public information eventually, it was hard to keep something like that under wraps, especially with the season about to start again. You loved to watch him play, you didn’t care if it meant you had to be sandwiched into the overfilled arena, it was like you were in your own bubble watching him, he loved having you in the crowd, not only did it make him even more motivated to play his best, but he enjoyed being able to look out into your seat and check on you.

Now, you were asleep on his chest, when he had came home from practice, you didn’t have to speak for him to see that you had quite the morning. He stayed silent when he took in your wide bloodshot eyes, the way they were brimmed in red, a clear tell that you’d been crying. Mat took the few short steps over to you, maneuvering around you on the couch, laying flat on his back, pulling you into him. Your legs tangling with his, your hair falling over his chest. “Wanna talk about what’s going on in that pretty little head?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, knowing that you always got headaches there when you cried. You stayed silent, your nerves getting to the best of you, he nodded against you. “I love you.” He added, lacing your with his, to keep you from picking at your nails any longer. “I love you.” You whispered, voice rough, his heart clenched, even if he didn’t know what was running in your mind, he felt the ache in his chest just from the way you were so clearly struggling.

He knew it wasn’t always like this, you’d been good for so long, so he wasn’t surprised that this was such a hard downward spiral you were dealing with.

His mind wandered as he looked down at your peaceful figure, your breathing deep and slow as you drifted into a sleep that he could tell you needed. He played with your hair, grounding himself, keeping his mind from getting out of hand. You smiled softly in your sleep, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was him you were thinking of… he really hoped it was.

***

The cat was out of the bag, clear as day, Tito had been hanging out with the two of you, and posted something on his Instagram story, you and Mat curled up together in the background. Instantly, both yours and Mat’s phone were going off, friends questioning your reveal. Of course, that’s not what either of you had planned. The next morning while he was getting ready for the game later that day, he asked if he could post a picture of the two of you, wanting the information to be from him, and not the way people were speculating. You hesitated, but agreed, under the agreement that you got to pick the photo, he nodded, grateful that you agreed. He wanted to keep you from as much negativity as possible, at least until the two of you were completely solid, not that you weren’t already, but he knew you were still catching up with him, mentally.

He posted the photo you picked, one from over the summer, when he flew you to his hometown to spend a week with him, you met his family, and that’s when you knew he was the only one you ever wanted to be with.

“Love of my life”

The caption was simple, and he didn’t tag you, not wanting people to have direct access to your profile, despite it being private, he knew you’d be spammed with requests. You smiled at his post, going over to him and pulling him down by his chain for a kiss. “I love you, thank you, for everything.” You whispered, you learned quickly to not feel shameful with him, about how you struggled, which that in itself made you feel a hundred times better, you were completely and totally yourself with Mat. “I love you, baby.” He sighed, kissing you once more before having to continue getting his things together.

***

You sat at the game, glass side ticket, of course, Mat had insisted, with it being the first game of his season. “Is that her?” You heard behind you, and you knew, this was going to be the longest game of your life. You adjusted the Barzal jersey on your frame, crossing your jean covered legs, resisting the urge to bounce your knee. “Could be.” The two voices continued bickering, your eyes widened as they spoke of things that they shouldn’t even know.

“I heard they already live together, gold digger anyone?” The nasally voice giggled and you felt bold, taking a glance back at them. They looked like they were living off of their parents, young and caked in makeup, it made your stomach turn. They caught your gaze and their faces went blank, you turned back towards the ice, watching the guys skate out. Your mind began to race, first with how they even knew about your living situation, secondly with how you suddenly felt out of place to be living with him so soon. It just worked out that way, it wasn’t weird to the two of you, you had been together for nearly five months when your lease was up, and he knew you hated your apartment, it was far from your job, far from him, and just utterly worn down. He offered, even telling you he’d sleep in the spare room if it was to soon for you, not that you hadn’t spent the night with him before, but he didn’t want to make you feel pressured to do anything. You’d laughed at him, pulling him in for a kiss, “I’m not going to move in with my boyfriend and make him sleep in the spare room.” He released the tension from his shoulders, kissing you back, happy that you agreed.

The figure in front of the glass caught your attention, Mat smiling brightly at you, you mirror his look, he was breaking down your walls, slowly, and it felt good. You had to admit, you hadn’t felt so confident in yourself in a long time, you were confident in your relationship with him, with your job, with the life the two of you were quickly building together.

You gave him a lot of credit for how much better you had started becoming, you didn’t have those bad days as often, he was bearing the pain with you.

Your mother had chastised you when you moved in, saying you were co dependent, but you explained to her—it wasn’t like that, he supported you and you supported him, that made the both of you better. Even if somewhere down the line, things no longer worked between the two of you, you knew he would have always changed your life for the better.

As they began to prepare for puck drop, you pulled your phone out, going to your own Instagram, changing your profile to public, you wanted to brag about him, selfishly, you wanted to be able to post him and have the world see how happy you two are. You pulled up a recent picture, from the two of you going to the Statue of Liberty, you were on the ferry ride over to it when you pulled out your phone, turning to take a photo with it in the background when Mat stuck his head in the frame, grinning widely, you laughed as you took the picture. A genuine moment between the two of you.

“A whirlwind of six months with him, but I wouldn’t change a thing with my love”

You posted the picture, tagging him in it before locking your phone and putting all your focus into the game, cheering louder than usual every time they scored. It felt good to release the worries.

***

Mat stared at his phone, shock evident on his features as he looked at your post, he liked it and left a comment of a kissy face, chuckling at the gesture. He rushed out of the locker room, pre game suit back on, he spotted you leaning against the wall, a smile covering your face when you saw him.

“I’m so proud of you.” He spoke the second he reached you, arms engulfing you, “proud?” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. “Yes, you’ve come so far. I-I just love you so much.” He stuttered out, cheeks burning bright red, your heart skipped a beat. “I love you so much.” You told him, smiling cheekily, he laughed under his breath. He was happy that you hit this turning point, he was even more happy to be here to watch you blossom into your full potential.

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gwentoryfics · 4 years ago

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Hot for Teacher, Part 10.

GENRE | College Student x College Professor Smut AU

PAIRING | Reader x Hongseok x Hyunggu (Kino) x Wooseok

WORDS | 11.3k

SUMMARY | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

WARNINGS | Swearing. Phone sex. Video sex. Masturbation (male and female). Pillow humping.

PARTS | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • More Coming Soon

NOTE | The smut MAY have gotten a little out of hand this time... NO REGERTS. Also sorry that it took me so long to finally finish & post this. Anxiety, depression, and long work weeks really suck.

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“Jinho?”

You’re completely frozen in place as you stare at your brother, as bright eyed as he’s ever been, standing just across the lobby. He stands on his tiptoes to wave as people pass between you both, and then he’s walking towards you.

Jinho, your big brother, is here. He’s right here.

You finally break out of your shock, vision growing blurry with tears as you rush towards him, abandoning your grip on your suitcase as soon as he pulls you into a hug.

“_____, I missed you!” Jinho squeezes you tightly, and you notice his body is much more solid than it used to be.

“Jinho…” You weakly whimper his name as the tears begin to fall, still in utter disbelief that after so long you finally get the chance to see him again. You haven’t heard a word from him since the day he disappeared.

“Come on, _____, don’t cry.” He pats your back but doesn’t make any attempt to let you go.

Even with your arms securely wrapped around him, you still can't comprehend the fact that he's here and he's alive and he's here.

Jinho waits until you finally release him, giving you all the time you need to hold him close. He gives you the warmest smile, and as much as it soothes you, it also makes you suddenly, incredibly angry.

"Where did you go?" You ask, frustration thick in your voice. "Why did you leave? Why haven't I heard anything from you?"

Jinho's smile fades, but he seems understanding of your pain. "Let's talk about it in the car, okay?"

You nod, overwhelmed by all of the emotions flooding you. Jinho grabs the handle of your bag and leads you out into the parking lot. You tightly grasp the sleeve of his coat as you walk together, afraid that he could slip away from you at any moment.

Once you’re finally on the road and headed home, he speaks up. “You know how mom and dad wanted you to be a secretary? Or a housewife? They’ve been telling you basically since you could walk that they already decided what you should do with your life and that their plan was the best plan. Right?”

You hum quietly in agreement. They had always been vocal about what they wanted for you.

“They did that to me, too, I’m sure you remember.”

“Yeah, I lost count of the number of times I heard them telling family and neighbors about how you were going to take over the farm one day.”

“It’s suffocating. It felt like I had no control over my life, like I couldn’t actually do what I wanted to do.”

“What did you want to do?”

Jinho sighs, shifting in his seat as you coast down the street, headed for the country. “I didn’t really know what I wanted to do. I still don’t. All I knew was that I wanted to make my own decision. So I joined the Army.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up a little straighter, surprised. “What?”

Jinho lets out a short laugh at your response. “Yeah, it just seemed like the right way to go. I didn’t have a plan for university or for a career, so I thought joining the Army would let me get away from home for a while, let me meet some new people.”

“Jinho, how does that make any sense? You left home because you had no freedom, so you joined the Army, where you also have no freedom?”

“I never said it was a good idea, or even the right one. But it’s the choice I made. I got to make that decision,” Jinho responds bitterly. A little softer, he says, “I didn’t have the balls you have to uproot your whole life in pursuit of a passion, to tell mom and dad that you won’t do as they say. So I just had to leave, had to disappear.”

You chew on your lip, processing everything he’s shared with you, but one question remains: “Why did you have to abandon me, too?”

“It felt like the only way. It felt like I needed full separation from my life here, and you were unfortunately part of that. I feel awful about it and I never should have removed myself from your life like that. You’re my little sister,” He looks over at you fondly, but it’s bittersweet. “And I’m your big brother. I’m supposed to be there for you but I was selfish and left you to fend for yourself. I am so, so sorry for that.”

You hate to admit it, but you understand where he’s coming from. It makes sense. You just hate that it made you feel so shitty and like you didn’t mean anything to him. But you’ve always loved your big brother, and honestly you’re so happy to have him back that it’s feeling more and more difficult to continue being upset with him. Still, you put on a pout. “Maybe if you buy me some ice cream before we get home, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

“You’ve got it. One large chocolate cone for my favorite baby sister, comin’ right up.” He heartily agrees to it, and you smile.

“How long are you home for?”

“It’s indefinite. I’m done with the Army.”

“Really? What are you going to do now?”

Jinho laughs. “No idea. But that’s kind of freeing. Like I can just decide to do anything now.”

“That’s true,” you laugh with him. “And no matter what you end up choosing, I’m proud of you for figuring it out your own way.”

With a fond smile, he says, “Thanks, _____. And I’m proud of you for following your heart and doing what you love, despite whatever bullshit mom and dad try to shove down our throats.”

Oh, if only he knew just how much you’ve been following your heart… But you’re not ready to tell him all of that right now, if at all. The two of you used to be really close growing up, but him leaving obviously drove a pretty big wedge between you. It doesn’t feel right to tell him exactly what you’ve been up to at school.

Besides, it feels really nice to just let yourself get away from the drama, to just relax in the car with your brother on your way home, with the promise of ice cream in the very near future. You want to enjoy this just a little while longer before you’re forced back into contemplating your predicament.

All of the boys in your life can wait. The only one that matters right now is Jinho.

When you finally pull into the driveway, it feels like a weight lifts up off of your shoulders. It’s so good to be home; you love the excitement of the city, but there’s something so peaceful about the small farm town where you grew up.

Your parents are both thrilled to have you home, of course, and the four of you stay up a little too late just to enjoy being a full family again. Regardless of the circumstances of Jinho’s disappearance, it doesn’t seem like your parents are holding any grudges. You’re really thankful for that.

The next day, the Thanksgiving festivities kick off with a trip to your grandparents’ house where your dad’s large family crowds around the tables in the living room, dining room, and kitchen. The food is incredible, the relatives are loud, and everything just feels right… Although you can’t help but be excited about moving on to the next house for dinner.

After a few hours of eating and visiting with your relatives, your family piles back into the car and heads to your mom’s brother’s place--more specifically, Minseo’s childhood home.

As expected, Minseo tackles you as soon as you walk in the door, smothering you with a hug and squealing about how much she missed you.

You squeeze her as tight as you can, twirling in circles with her in your arms. “I missed you too! We have so much to catch up on!”

“Oh my God, you have no idea.” Minseo puts her mouth right up against your ear and whispers, “I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“What?” You practically squeak, partially from the surprise of her announcement and partially from the tickle of her breath. You release her from the hug and grip her arms. “Who? Since when? What happened?”

“I can’t get into it now because the whole family’s here and honestly my parents are not thrilled that I’ve even been hanging out with this guy. But what do you think about a good old fashioned sleepover at your place tonight?”

“Of course!” You nod excitedly.

“Yay! Okay cool.” She plants a kiss on your cheek and gives you one last hug. “I’m gonna go say hi to Jinho, since I haven’t seen him yet since he’s been back.”

You remember that she was supposed to pick you up from the train station. “When did you find out that he was home? I can’t even begin to tell you how shocked I was to see him at the train station instead of you.”

“Only a few days before you got here. He got my number from your mom and asked if he could pick you up instead. I told him yes, of course, but only if he bought me ice cream to make up for the fact that he was keeping you away from me for an additional day. I still need to cash in on that.”

With a giggle, you admit, “I made him buy me ice cream too, as an apology for disappearing in the first place.”

“What else is he good for if he isn’t supplying us with snacks?” Minseo laughs heartily. “Anyway, I love you, and I’m excited to chat more tonight.”

“Love you, too.” You give her a smile as she walks off to greet your brother.

More family members arrive, and eventually you all get settled for dinner. The food is delicious, as it always is, and you mingle with some of your aunts after the meal.

As you scan your eyes across the living room, you catch Jiyoo's gaze for what must be the fifth time already. Honestly, you're starting to wonder why she hasn't just come over to say hello yet. You excuse yourself from the conversation your aunts are having, which you weren't really a part of anyway, and slip through the room to finally greet your cousin.

"Hey, Jiyoo!" You walk right up and give her a hug. "How's the married life?"

She lightly hugs you back, but she seems a little stiff. "Oh, you know, it's going well. Hey, um, can I talk to you for a sec?"

You let go, immediately sensing that something must be wrong by the way she just dismisses . "Yeah, of course. What is it?"

"Maybe let's…" She nods her head towards the back door. "Maybe some fresh air?"

"Sure, okay." You agree, deciding to just follow her lead on this one.

The cold night air instantly hits you as soon as you step foot outside, but it's actually kind of refreshing. The house was getting a little stuffy because of all of your relatives, anyway.

Jiyoo takes a seat in one of the lawn chairs sitting out there and gestures for you to sit in the one next to her. You oblige. "Is everything okay?"

She finally confronts you, asking, “Did you really sleep with Hongseok?”

Panic strikes deep into the core of your bones. How could she know? “Sorry, what?”

“He told Hwitaek and I overheard and I just… I thought we should talk about it.”

“He? He told… Hwitaek?” You’re absolutely flabbergasted. Why would he do that? Was he just bothered by the way you ran out and needed to talk to a friend? That wouldn’t be entirely unfair of him, but you had both agreed to keep it a secret originally and you assumed that still rang true for your most recent tryst.

“Hey, it’s okay, just… just be honest. If he’s just talking shit about you, you can let me know and I’ll set the record straight.” Jiyoo searches your face for a sign of the truth, concern lining her delicate features.

You try to swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat. This is certainly not something you wanted to tackle tonight, but you suppose you don’t have much choice if she already knows about it. “...And if he’s telling the truth?”

Jiyoo’s lips press into a thin line. “Then I guess I just need to accept that my baby cousin isn’t that much of a baby anymore.”

With a frown, you apologize. “I’m really sorry… I know it was a bad idea but I just…”

“You couldn’t help it. I get it.” Jiyoo lets out a deep sigh. “Honestly, that’s how I was when I met Hwitaek.”

You look to her expectantly. “I’ve never actually heard the story.”

Jiyoo hums and crosses her legs, settling back into her chair. “We were both bio chem majors, so I saw him around quite a lot. He has sort of a distinct face, one that’s really memorable. And he used to always wear these big headphones everywhere he went. I always wondered what he would listen to.” She smiles as she fondly reminisces. “I used to work at the computer lab in the science building part-time, and one day he passed by. And just as I turned around in my chair to tell my coworker about the cute Headphones Guy, he walked right up to the desk.”

You smile, enraptured by her storytelling. “Did he ask you out?”

“Don’t rush the story!” Jiyoo chides. “No, that’s actually not why he came back. He asked me if I knew what time the building closed, and I said I wasn’t sure. And then he gave me this weird look and laughed, saying, ‘What do you mean? You work here. How do you not know what time the building closes?’ I felt like an idiot, but I just told him that I knew when the lab closed, but that I didn’t know if the building closed at the same time. I didn’t think it was that crazy, but he did, apparently.”

“Wow, that’s very romantic,” you sarcastically comment with a chuckle.

“Yeah, it might not have been a great start, but the thing is, he stayed right there at my desk and talked to me for an hour and a half until my shift was over. And then he walked me to my dorm building. And then he came upstairs, and I’m sure you can guess where this is headed.” She smiles at you deviously.

With a laugh, you respond, “Really? You gave it up that quickly? I wouldn’t have expected that from you.”

“_____, you’ve seen him. I took one look at him and I was enamored. Add his dorky personality on top of that and I was practically telling him I loved him that night.” Even in the darkness of the backyard, you’re positive that she’s blushing. “And now look at us. He’s the love of my life and I wouldn’t give him up for the world. So all of this to say, I absolutely understand how there are certain people that you just can’t resist.”

You just nod. “It’s definitely difficult.”

“So how have you been handling the semester?”

“I mean, I tried to keep things between us as normal as possible but obviously that didn’t really work out, as you’re apparently aware,” you laugh. But when you look over at her, she just looks at you quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

And that’s when it dawns on you that this whole time she’s just been talking about your original hookup with Hongseok. She doesn’t know about the one that happened literally two nights ago. “Oh! Oh… oh no.”

You can’t cover for yourself in time. Jiyoo’s eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs open as she realizes exactly where the misunderstanding came from. “Did you sleep with him again?”

“I thought that’s what you were talking about!”

“_____!” Even though Jiyoo is shocked, she keeps her volume low, well aware that the entire rest of your family is packed inside. “He’s your professor!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Frustration blossoms in your chest. “And what about everything you just said? I thought you understood!”

“This is different! It’s one thing to be swept off your feet by a handsome stranger, and it’s entirely another to screw your professor!”

“Are you seriously mad about this right now?”

Jiyoo just shakes her head in disbelief. “_____… What have you done?” She falls silent, and somehow that is the worst thing that you could have received from her. She takes a deep breath and then instructs you to stay put as she disappears inside. When she returns a few moments later, Hwitaek and Minseo are in tow.

She literally brought in recruits. You immediately throw up your walls, feeling the need to defend yourself. “What’s this all about?”

Jiyoo looks at you like the concerned mother hen that she’s always been whenever you’re involved. “I think we all need to talk about how you’re handling yourself.”

Minseo’s brow furrows with confusion as she looks to Jiyoo. “What happened?”

“She slept with Hongseok again.”

Both Hwitaek and Minseo are visibly shocked by the news, but more importantly, you’re shocked by the gall that Jiyoo has to spread your personal life around like that.

Minseo’s expression melts to something that looks kind of like sadness. Before she can say anything to you, though, you shoot daggers at Jiyoo. “Why don’t we all just quit being such a gossipy family and instead just mind our own business?”

“_____-” Jiyoo tries to reach out to you, but you turn and storm off, heading towards the barn just to get a second away from everyone so that you can breathe.

You slip inside the large barn, slowing your pace as you walk past the tractors and other equipment stored there. You head directly to the back of the barn and plop down onto the floor.

There’s something weirdly comforting about being in the barn. It reminds you of growing up, back when things were a little more simple. Your life working on the family farm hadn’t been particularly easy--it’s very challenging work--but at least back then you didn’t make such shitty decisions for how to live your life.

You barely get more than a minute of solitude before the barn door creaks open, and Hwitaek pops his head in. “_____?” He looks around for a second before he spots you. “Can I come in?”

“You’re not here to lecture me, are you?”

“Not going to lecture you. I promise.”

You chew your bottom lip. “Come in.”

Hwitaek closes the door behind him and makes the long walk over to where you’re seated. He joins you on the floor, and sits quietly for longer than you expected. Maybe he just doesn’t really know what to say. It’s not like the two of you have ever spent time together before. You chatted for, like, a second at the wedding, and that’s it.

Eventually he gets some words together. “I’m not going to apologize because it’s not my place to, but I’m sure you know that Jiyoo likes to make everything her business.”

“Not sure if you’ve seen any trends yet, but that’s kind of just how our family is.”

“I’ve noticed.” He chuckles. “Minseo has been spending a lot of time at our place recently and oh my God those two never run out of tea to spill.”

You have to laugh too because you know how true that is. “Yeah, they can be a lot. I’m sure it’s at least partially a small-town mindset. Everyone here is always in everyone else’s business and I’m just kind of over it. That’s half the reason why I wanted to get away and go to university.”

Hwitaek nods. “I can understand that. I’ve never lived in any major cities but it definitely seems like a change of pace compared to here.”

“It is. But I like it.”

Another silence falls between you, and you absentmindedly fiddle with your shoelaces as the cold starts to set in. It’s a bit awkward, but you just stew in it until he speaks up again.

Eventually he says, “Hongseok has talked to me about you. I know it’s not any of my business though so we don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to.”

“Jiyoo said he told you about… the wedding.”

“He did. And he told me how hard it has been to be around you. It sounds like he’s really been struggling with everything he’s feeling, and I shouldn’t be surprised that he caved. I even told him not to act on his impulses because clearly that introduces a lot of risk into the situation, and I didn’t think that was a good idea. He’s usually so disciplined…”

“It’s kind of my fault,” you confess. “I have zero self discipline and I just couldn’t keep myself under control.”

“Well regardless of who takes the blame, I do trust Hongseok with my life and I think he’s got a good head on his shoulders. It’s not my job to tell you two what you should or shouldn’t do, so I’m going to take a step back. He certainly doesn’t have any ulterior motives, so I don’t think it’s truly that concerning that you’re student and teacher.” He shoots you a side eye. “As long as you’re not planning to blackmail him or anything.”

You just shake your head. “I’m not like that. What happened between us has absolutely nothing to do with me wanting some sort of personal gain or anything. It’s just… he’s just attractive, that’s all.” You feel your face heat up. It feels weird to say that to Hongseok’s best friend.

“He really is. And he’s charming, too. I get why anyone would fall for him.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Who said I was falling for him?”

“Feel free to tell me you’re not, if that’s the case.” Hwitaek looks over at you, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

You frown. You know you’re definitely attracted to him, and you enjoyed spending time with him at the exhibit, but do you have any feelings? It’s hard to tell because of the way things ended. “I don’t know. I think we just need to talk when I get back. I kind of ran away last time I saw him so there’s a lot that’s unresolved.”

“Just be honest with him when you talk, and that’ll encourage him to open up, too. There’s no point in trying to have a discussion with him if he feels like he has to watch everything he says.”

“Yeah, I think some honesty would probably be good for us.”

“No matter what you two decide about where to go from here, it’s up to you two. Just know that there might be consequences, so be careful. And I’ll do my best to keep Jiyoo out of it.”

“Thanks, Hwitaek.” You give him a small smile. “I appreciate your support.”

“Of course. He’s my best friend and I want him to be happy. It’s risky, but I get it.” Hwitaek stands and holds out a hand to help you up. “Let’s head back now. It’s freezing out here and I’m dying to dig into that pumpkin pie.”

You and Minseo sit silently on the old couch in your basement, munching on gummy candies and popcorn as an old movie plays on the TV. It’s not one that either one of you is particularly enthusiastic about, but it’s just one of the many DVDs tucked into the entertainment center the TV stands on.

She’s been more quiet than usual since she came back to your house with you after the family dinner had ended, and you’re positive that it has to be because of the sudden announcement of your affair with Hongseok. You’ve been dying to bring it up with her, but you had to wait until Jinho finally went to bed so the two of you could be alone.

Now that he’s gone, it’s time for you to talk.

You’re not really sure where to start, so you just ask, “Are you mad at me?”

Minseo sighs. “We always tell each other everything. Why didn’t you tell me about Hongseok? Why did you tell Jiyoo first?”

“I was going to tell you, I swear. I was planning on telling you about it tonight. Jiyoo just accidentally figured it out first because I’m a dumbass and misunderstood what she was talking about.” You lie down across the couch, resting your head in Minseo’s lap. “I’m sorry that you didn’t get to hear about it from me first but I promise I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. I was just saving it for a better time, kind of like how you didn’t want to talk about your boyfriend when we were at your parents’ house.”

Minseo rakes her fingers through your hair, and you close your eyes, pleased. “I get it. I’m sorry for being grumpy about it.”

“It’s okay. We all get grumpy. Do you want to hear about it now?”

“Duh,” she laughs. “I want every single detail. Spill.”

So you tell her everything. How he gave you the private tour of his exhibit, how you essentially invited yourself over to his apartment, how he made it pretty clear that he didn’t really want you to leave until he had his way with you. How you ran like the wind out of his apartment the next morning. And you even tell her about your trysts with Wooseok, and the fact that you’re supposed to be mulling over whether you want to date Kino when you get back to the city. And as you expect, she’s incredibly invested and interested in every single morsel of information you share with her.

“You’re really out there living your best life, huh?” She comments when you finally finish your stories. “What an exciting mess you’ve created.”

“It’s great, right?” By this point you’re seated upright again, and you lean heavily against the back of the couch, letting your head fall back against it. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about any of it.”

Minseo shrugs. “Just do what you’ve always done: follow your heart.”

“It’s so much more complicated than that, though.” You respond with a frown. “I can’t just do whatever I want anymore.”

“Well but you can. To an extent, at least. It’s your life, after all. And it’s up to you to make sure that you’re living in a way that makes you happy. It sounds like you enjoy spending time with all of the guys you’ve been around, but now you’re too stressed by the circumstances to keep enjoying it. Obviously hooking up with multiple guys and ignoring romantic feelings isn’t the answer anymore.”

“And my heart will tell me what to do now?”

“It’s a starting point. Take me and Hyojong, for instance. My parents don’t like him, but I do. He’s what makes me happy. So screw what other people think. Don’t worry about our family. Don’t worry about your friends back at school. This is totally your choice, and you get to decide what you want to do. If you’re just living your life based off of what other people want or expect from you, then you’re bound to have regrets.”

You have to admit that she’s right. You only get one life, and you’re the only one that gets to run it. So you can’t let yourself worry about what other people will think if you decide you’re interested in anything romantic with Hongseok, or Kino, or Wooseok… or how the three of them might feel if you choose not to pursue anything romantic with anyone. You have to choose for you.

“I have to choose for me.” You nod. “This is my life and who cares what other people think?”

“Exactly! That’s the spirit.” Minseo smiles broadly. “You’ll figure it out. And whatever is right is what will happen.”

You return her smile, and refocus the conversation on Minseo. “So Hyojong? That’s your boy?”

Giddy, she nods excitedly. “Yeah. We’ve only been together for a few weeks, but _____, he is absolutely wonderful.” She pulls out her cell phone and shows you a photo of the two of them picking apples. You immediately recognize his heavy-lidded gaze and long hair.

“Really? The bartender from the wedding? Girl!” You nudge her playfully. “I knew you thought he was cute but I didn’t know that you were, like, into him into him.”

“I didn’t know either! But I’ve been spending a lot of time with Jiyoo and Hwitaek recently and Jiyoo kind of set us up, and he’s so weird and funny and cool. He’s perfect for me.”

A warm smile touches your lips. “I’m so happy for you, Minseo. That’s exactly the kind of love you deserve.”

“Thanks,” she nearly blushes. “Now we’ve just gotta get you on the same train.”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I get it figured out.” As your conversation comes to a close, you look back to the TV. “Can we please watch something else? I’m so over this movie.”

“Oh my God, I thought you’d never ask,” Minseo laughs. “Yes, please.”

Late Friday night, you find yourself digging through your closet in search of the sheet music you know you have for “Rhapsody in Blue”. You meant to bring it with you this year but you forgot about it when you made the move back up to your dorm. You’re certain it must be in here, but you keep getting distracted by old photo albums and yearbooks and all of the other nostalgia packed into the shelves of your closet.

One of the items that catches your attention is the keepsake box that your mother put together for you. It started out as a place for you to store all of the cards you got for your birthday or holidays, but you added other random items to the box like the friendship keychain Minseo made for you when you were younger, or the small piece of wood you found that broke off of the dance floor during your school’s prom.

Inevitably, whenever you revisit the keepsake box, you find something in there that you had forgotten about. This time is no different.

When you open the small box, your eyes immediately land on the dried up flowers sitting at the very top: Hongseok’s boutonniere.

You completely forgot that you decided to keep it--your night with him was just a pleasant memory by the time you departed for school. When you had put the flowers in this box, you had no idea just how much of a story would grow.

You pick up the small bundle of withered blooms, running a finger over the dried petals until you realize something that you should have noticed before--now that the flowers have shrunk, you can very easily see the piece of paper that’s tucked in the middle of the bunch.

Gently, you pick out the paper, the dramatic beating of your heart picking up rapidly. Did he leave you a note when he gave you the boutonniere? What secret message could he have snuck to you?

As you unfold the small note, you realize he didn’t leave you a message--he left you his phone number.

Ten digits, his name, and a stupid winky face.

Part of you wants to crumple it up and throw it out the window. Rid yourself of it forever so you can stop thinking about him all the goddamn time.

But another (and unfortunately much stronger) part of you tells yourself that this is special. This means that you were never just a random hookup to him. Well, maybe it was random, but the phone number at least implies that he wanted to see you again.

Hongseok quite literally asked you to reach out. He gave you everything you needed to establish a connection with him.

What would have happened if you had called? Would he have wanted to take you out on a date? Would he have asked you to get all dolled up again, just like you did that night, just so he could ruin you?

And more importantly… what would he do if you call him now?

There’s so much that was left unsaid between you and him after you ran out. You have a million questions. And for some reason, you’re feeling stupidly brave right now. (You blame it on the dumb winky face.)

You jump onto your bed and grab your phone, your hands shaking as you pull up the dialpad. Are you really about to do this?

You punch in his number.

You press the damn green button.

You hold the phone up to your ear, pulse racing at the sound of the ringing.

And then he answers.

“Hello?” His voice alone sends something terribly wonderful shooting through your veins.

“Hi.” You answer simply, not really sure what to say.

Hongseok pauses for a moment, and then he says, “Sorry, who is this?”

Idiot. He doesn’t have your number. “Oh, right, um, it’s me. _____.”

He pauses for a longer moment, and you worry he might hang up on you altogether.

“Um, so I’m home right now for Thanksgiving, and I… I found the flowers. And your number.”

“I’m not sure this is appropriate.”

A bitter frown reaches your lips at his response. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well what do you want me to say, _____? What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know!” You’re starting to feel exasperated, but you remind yourself that your rushed exit could be the cause of his attitude. More calmly, you say, “I’m sorry that I left like that. I just panicked and I had to get out of there. I’ve felt so confused about everything.”

“I suppose I can’t blame you for that.” Hongseok sighs gently. “We sure have made things confusing, haven’t we?”

You nod, and then realize he can’t see the gesture. “Yeah. We really have.”

“Can you give me a minute? Just stay on the line.”

You hum in acknowledgement and the call goes completely silent. Your pulse is through the roof, equal parts excited to be speaking with him over the phone and fatally nervous to be speaking with him over the phone.

After a little while, his voice is back. “Still there?”

“I am.”

“Thank you for not leaving this time.”

You let out a small laugh to accompany your eye roll. “Was that all a test?”

“Not exactly.” Hongseok chuckles in tune with you. “I just needed a second to get myself a drink before having this conversation.”

“Ah. You think it’s going to be that bad?”

“For my career, probably. Or my sanity, at the very least.”

It’s pleasantly surprising to you how quickly he drops his guard this time. “I drive you that crazy, huh?”

“Yeah.” He admits. “Yeah, you do.”

Now it’s your turn to be silent. You hadn’t expected him to so openly admit that.

“I have to ask…” He starts. “I thought maybe you just lost the boutonniere or that my phone number fell out, and that’s why you didn’t call. But you kept both of those things. So… why didn’t you?”

“Hongseok, you folded the paper up so small and you tucked it so far into the flowers that I had no idea it was even in there. I just saved the flowers because… I don’t know, they had a good memory attached. I didn’t even see the paper until now because the flowers finally wilted enough to expose it.”

“Was it really that small?”

“You folded it four times,” you laugh. “Once or twice would have sufficed. And you could have just handed it to me separately. I don’t know why you were so sneaky about it.”

“I thought it would be a cute gesture!” He defends himself. “I was just trying to be romantic.”

“You had the right idea. And hey, I called you eventually.”

“Yeah, just not under the circumstances I expected.”

There’s a thick pause, the silence heavy between you. You know exactly where this conversation should go, but you’re scared to be the one to bring it all up. The longer the silence goes on, though, the more you realize you just need to suck it up and ask the questions you want answers to.

“...How do you feel? About what we did?” You try to keep your voice steady to hide your nervousness. Then you tack on, “I think now would be a good time for us to start being honest with each other.”

He exhales deeply. “I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt more conflicted about something in my life. I’ve spent the last few months preaching to you about morals, and then I brought you into my home, fully aware of the Kryptonite that you are.”

You can’t let him take all of the blame for what happened. You say, “I’m the one that suggested it.”

“Yeah, why did you do that?”

“Because I thought I had something to prove. I swear I wasn’t trying to be sneaky. I genuinely thought that I just needed to one-up your car ride suggestion to show you how okay things were between us.”

“But now here we are.” Another pause, but this one isn’t as long as he willingly confesses to you, “I hate that you left. I absolutely hated it.”

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have run out like that.” You apologize, but there’s more you want to say. “But… I’m not sorry about what we did."

There. You admit it. As much as you felt the need to apologize to Jiyoo about your behavior the other night, it was empty. You don’t regret it. And if you had the chance to sleep with Hongseok again, you'd do it. It might be wrong, but you honestly couldn't care less. Especially now that you're talking to him, hearing his sweet voice and remembering the way he touched you.

Quietly, he responds, "That makes things quite complicated, doesn't it?"

"How do you feel about it?" You press him, feeling like tonight is the night he’ll actually be frank with you about what he’s thinking.

"It was careless of me to let you into my home, and even more careless of me to give in to my desires. I genuinely thought I could handle being around you, but I can't. I can't be around you, _____. You're far too much of a temptation."

"You say you can't. But you want to be," you push. You're getting him to open up one way or another.

And it works.

"Yes, _____, I want to be around you. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Only if it's the truth."

"It is." Frustration is sharp in his voice. "I've been a wreck thinking about you since you left. I've been absolutely torn up trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do now and wondering how you’ll act in class, if you’ll even show up. And now you just call me out of the blue? Do you know how badly I wanted you to call me this summer?"

You answer with your own question, keeping your voice soft. "I called you as soon as I found your number, didn't I? I swear I would have called you in a heartbeat if I had seen it sooner."

He sighs deeply. "Can you imagine how much harder this semester would have been, though? It was hard enough for us to stay apart this long, and that's after sleeping together only once this summer. We could have potentially built up a lot more… history before the semester started if things had gone differently."

"So you're saying you would have slept with me again if I had called you the next day?" A coy smile comes to your lips and you grip the comforter on your bed.

"If you called me, and that's what you wanted, then of course."

"And the day after that?"

He laughs. "As often as you wanted."

Butterflies stir deep within you. "...and what about now?"

Hongseok is quiet for what feels like a century before he responds. "What is it that you want?"

You bite your lower lip, knowing exactly what you want to say but trying to get up the courage to speak it. Eventually you just force it out. "I want to see you when I'm back from break."

"When do you get back?"

"Sunday afternoon."

"Come over then. I'll be home."

Incredible excitement pulses through you. He's done fighting it. He has given in just as much as you have.

"You'll have to text me your address," you coolly respond.

"I'll do that."

Quiet falls over the line, and you know that there's still something else you need to talk about. "What does all of this mean when it comes to class? It's too late for me to drop and honestly, you haven't done a great job of giving me unbiased grades anyway. You're too good at math for that to have been an accident every time."

"You're right about that, and I apologize again. You, on the other hand, have done a wonderful job keeping me honest."

"Why did you boost my grades, anyway?"

"Because I knew you'd come storming into my office to get it fixed."

"So what, you just wanted to see me?"

"I did."

"You know that was a terrible plan, right?"

"Yes, I'm aware."

"You've really got it bad," you joke. But there's a little bit of weight to it, just a touch of truth.

"And you don't?" He replies, and you feel the same weight in his voice.

You let yourself respond flirtatiously. "How can I not?"

Hongseok lets out a soft chuckle. "We've been screwed since the beginning, I think."

"Agreed," you murmur. "I knew the second I laid eyes on you that I was in trouble."

"It was that easy, huh?"

"It was mostly the tux," you lie. He gets a big ego far too easily.

"Mm. Then what was it the other night? Because I certainly wasn't wearing a tux."

You laugh and shamelessly divulge, "It was the glasses…"

"Really? Those old things?"

"They just looked so… you looked really handsome in them." The blatant compliment is rough on your tongue. It feels weird to so openly tell him that he's attractive.

"Mm," he hums. "I like hearing you say that."

Your already quick heartbeat picks up, but you don't know how to respond. So you just pick up your unfinished train of thought. "Wait, we're getting distracted. How are we going to finish this semester?"

"I swear on my life that I will give you a fair grade. I won't boost it in your favor just to prove my interest, and I also won't lower it if you decide you want nothing to do with me. I understand that I gravely mishandled the first part of this semester, and I just need you to trust that I'll do better this time."

You frown a little. "I want to trust you on that. It at least makes me feel a little better that you were always willing to fix my grade when I told you there was an issue."

"And if you have any further complaints about your grade, we can discuss it. That is always the truth."

"Okay. That makes me feel better." You breathe a little easier.

"And of course, it goes without saying that this should remain between just the two of us."

You sigh heavily. "Then I'm just gonna come clean right now and let you know that Jiyoo and Hwitaek already know."

"You told them?" Hongseok sounds rigid as ever, and you hope you didn’t just ruin his pleasant attitude by telling him that.

"It was an accident! Jiyoo came up to me spouting about how she knows about everything because you blabbed before, and I thought she meant everything everything, so I accidentally said more than I should have. In my defense, I'm obviously not the first one to talk to them about it so I'd appreciate it if you weren't too harsh about this."

He takes a deep breath, and you hear the clink of ice in his glass as he takes a drink. "They really are nosey--well, Jiyoo, mostly. Hwitaek just gets sucked in."

"She's always been that way," you confide.

Hongseok actually chuckles. "That doesn't surprise me."

"It's still kind of weird to me that you know them so well. And then you ended up being my professor? What are the odds?"

"Mmm… I’d say about one in twenty-seven million, nine-hundred-sixty-seven thousand, six-hundred-thirty-two or so."

You laugh in disbelief. "Don’t tell me that you legitimately just did that math in your head.”

“I mean, I can only take partial credit for that because no, I didn’t do the exact math for our situation. I don’t even know how to start calculating that. But I do know that the average probability of winning a six-number lottery is thirteen million, nine-hundred-eighty-three thousand, eight-hundred-sixteen, and I figure our situation is probably even more rare than that, so I just doubled it. That figure is probably still too low, though.”

“Oh my God,” you just shake your head, laughing. “You’re absurd. You just know the exact probability of winning the lottery? And you just did all of that multiplication in your head? Who does that?”

“I do, _____. I’m a mathematical genius.” Hongseok sounds so serious that you can’t help but laugh a little harder, and he laughs right along with you. "It really is unreal, though. I had no idea that I would cross paths with you at the university,” he continues. “Do you feel okay with all of this?"

"Yeah, I do.” You start to regain your composure. “I feel much better now that we're talking."

"Good. I want you to feel okay, especially if we both want to… move forward with any kind of relations."

You have to roll your eyes at his choice of words. "'Relations'? That's what you went with?"

"Ah, yes. 'Rendezvous' would have been better."

"Oh my God, you're an idiot," you laugh wholeheartedly.

He chuckles quietly. "What should I say, then? What do you think is more appropriate?"

"Maybe hook-up?" You offer. "Or… bang sesh? Fuck fest?"

That elicits deeper laughter from him. "All good options, I suppose."

"Or if you wanted something a little softer… maybe… a date?"

"I like that suggestion." His voice is warm when he responds, and then more quietly he says, "I was afraid that I ruined everything because of the way you ran out. I thought I went too far and made you regret the whole thing."

Butterflies stir deep in your belly. "You didn't ruin a thing. But I was definitely surprised when you kissed me. And… you said you couldn't stop thinking about me. I had no idea."

"I've spent more time thinking about you than I'd care to admit, if I'm being honest."

You let yourself smile broadly when he says that. It's not like he can see you grinning like a fool, anyway. "What would you think about?" You prod.

"Most of the time, it's your eyes."

"Really?"

"They're so intense, and so honest. It’s unbelievably easy to feel connected to you because of that, even when you’re mad or upset." He softly muses. "And when I'm not thinking about your eyes, I'm thinking about the way you danced with me at the wedding reception. Or the incredible music you make when you sit down at the piano. Your passion is truly amazing."

You appreciate the compliment, but that's not really the type of conversation you're trying to have right now. "And what about when you're alone? What do you think about when you think of me then?"

"Are you looking for something a little more R-rated? Is that what you want?" He teases you.

You sink a little lower into your bed, humming quietly in agreement.

"Those are the times when I think about the curve of your body, your clothes on the floor, you pinned under me." He confidently responds.

"Mm… Are you alone now?"

"I am." He responds darkly. "So yes, those are the thoughts currently going through my head."

A delicious flame of pleasure licks at the space between your thighs, and you drag your fingers subconsciously across your throat. "I have very similar thoughts… like thinking about your face buried between my legs." You don't allow yourself to be embarrassed by the bold statement--you're too turned on to think critically, anyway.

“Just you wait until Sunday, _____.” The mellow timbre of his voice has taken on some edge. “I have to warn you, though. I can’t guarantee that I’ll let you leave once you get here.”

“I want you to wreck me, Hongseok. Just absolutely demolish me when I get there.” Your voice becomes increasingly breathy as your hand slides up under your shirt, pushing your bra out of the way and toying with your nipples. Christ, what you wouldn’t do to replace your hand with his right now.

“If you’re going to keep talking like that, I think that can certainly be arranged.”

Pinching your nipple, you let out a soft gasp. All rational thought is very quickly going out the window as your need for release quickly takes over.

“_____, are you touching yourself?”

You know your noises aren’t quiet enough to prevent getting caught, but you’re also not at all guilty about being caught. You let your voice be sultry. “What if I am?”

“Then I just might have to join you,” Hongseok responds, fucking cool as a cucumber like always.

Your stomach twists into a delicious knot--you’d love nothing more than to masturbate with him over the phone. But before you get too carried away, there are a few things you want to take care of first. You abandon your chest, fumbling for the headphones that lie tangled up on your nightstand, knowing that you’re going to want both of your hands free for this. You also stuff a blanket along the bottom of your bedroom door to block the light coming from your room and help muffle any sound--your family should all be asleep by now, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful.

“You always get me thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking.” His voice comes through your headphones loud and clear, and your phone buzzes in your hand with the receipt of a text message. “Check your phone.”

You quickly realize the message is from him, and as soon as you open the message, you swallow hard. Hongseok sent you a picture of himself lounging in bed, in nothing but low-slung sweatpants. At the top of the frame you can just barely make out his teeth biting into his plush lower lip, and his muscular abdomen takes up the majority of the screen. But perhaps the most important and eye-catching piece of the whole photo is the unmistakable outline of his hard cock through the fabric of his sweats, emphasized by his hand holding the base and pulling his pants tight against his erection. You have no doubt that he must have taken photos like this a thousand times before because no one is that good at taking sexy shots without some practice.

“F-fuck,” you mumble, completely caught off-guard by the photo. Every thought you have is some combination of you wanting to kiss or lick or bite or suck every inch of him, and you try your hardest to form a coherent sentence. “Oh my God, you’re such a tease.”

“You don’t like it?”

“No it’s fucking amazing but Christ, what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Well if you’re open to suggestions, you could maybe send something back.”

You pause for just a second, contemplating, and then respond. “Okay, hold on.”

You know that getting a good photo could easily take you twenty minutes, so you reserve yourself to the fact that you’re just going to have to settle for whatever you can get in the next sixty seconds. You quickly shimmy out of your sweatpants so you’re just in your blue cotton underwear and a graphic tee. You pull up the hem of the shirt to expose a little of your tummy, and then try to snap a picture similar to his. It’s not quite enough, though, so at the last second you decide to slip your fingers into your panties, pulling the band down with your thumb to show off some extra skin.

There. That’s the shot.

“Okay, I’m sending it,” you tell him quietly, your hand oddly shaky as you press Send.

He hums softly in acknowledgement, and you hear him suck in a breath as soon as he opens the picture. “Fucking hell,” Hongseok groans. “You are so hot it is unbelievable.”

A devilish grin creeps onto your lips. You love that he’s just as floored by you as you are by him. “What are you gonna do about it?”

"For starters, I'll put that rotten mouth of yours to good use. And then--what was it? I'll wreck you. Ruin you. Demolish you. I'll pin you to the wall, the bed, the floor, and I'll stuff you with my cock until you can't think straight."

Jesus Christ this man knows just what to say. You haphazardly push your panties down, kicking them off onto the floor as your fingers graze over your slick pussy. "Too bad we have to wait a whole two days for that."

"I guess I'll just have to fill the time thinking of you and stroking my cock."

His words send a delicious shiver down your spine. "Maybe you'd like to think of how wet I am right now, how easily--aahh--how easily my fingers slip right inside." You glide one finger into your pussy, delighted by the way your nerves completely light up at the sensation. Your other hand returns to your chest, making sure your whole body is tended to.

"Fuck," he chuckles playfully. "You've got me so hard, _____."

"Ugh I just wanna ride you forever." You hear him moan quietly over the line. "Are you touching yourself, too?"

"Of course I am. How can I not when you paint such a lewd picture of yourself in my head?"

"I'm fingering myself and wishing you were here, Hongseok. I wanna be strewn out, completely wasted because I'm so drunk on you."

"Tell me what you're doing, _____."

"I've got one finger pumping slowly in and out of my pussy. My palm--nggh--is pressing against my clit. And my other hand is up my shirt, pinching my nipple. It feels so good, Hongseok, oh my God…" You start to get carried away in the pleasure you create for yourself, and you struggle to keep focused.

"I want you here so badly," Hongseok groans, and you know it's because of his pleasure. "I swear I have never in my life wanted anything as much as I want you right now."

Your heart flutters uncontrollably. How does he always manage to make these moments feel romantic? You desperately want to respond, I'm all yours if you want me to be, Hongseok, but it feels too heavy. Too laden with emotion. You swallow all of that down and respond with a much safer, "Tell me what you're doing right now, Hongseok."

"I'm thrusting my cock into my fist and desperately wishing it was your pussy instead, wishing I could fill my hands with your ass and occupy my lips with yours."

You whimper at his words. Imagining him fucking his hand drives you absolutely wild, especially when accompanied with such sweet words. And you can hear his hard breathing, his deep dulcet tones as he tells you exactly what you want to hear.

Hongseok continues, "My cock is throbbing in my hand, fuck, I wanna be inside of you so bad."

"I'm dying to feel your cock again," you moan quietly, careful to keep your volume low. As you slip in another finger, you feel the deep pressure that you know precedes some of your most amazing orgasms. Oh, this is gonna be good. "Fuck, Hongseok…"

He moans softly too, murmuring your name as he pleasures himself. "I want to feel your wet pussy squeezing my cock," he groans. "What do you think, _____?"

"I want it, Hongseok, I want you to…" You're cut off by the buzzing of your phone.

"Check your phone," Hongseok breathily commands.

You release your nipple and pick up your phone with one hand, the other coming to a standstill with two fingers still pressed inside you. Electric anticipation shoots through you at the thought of receiving another dirty photo from him.

But this time, it's not a photo.

Hongseok sent you a video.

With a shaky hand you press play, and you're immediately drowning in lust. The video shows his hand tightly gripping his cock as it moves up and down the shaft, slick with spit or lube or something. You hear him hum your name in the video's sound.

"I want to feel your wet pussy squeezing my cock," he groaned, and it sounds even more filthy and amazing because he recorded it. And then the video shifts up his torso and to his stunningly handsome face. Hongseok stares right into the camera, flicks his tongue across his lower lip, and asks, "What do you think, _____?"

You watch it again, open-mouthed in shock and practically imploding. Not only is the video the single most sexy thing you've ever seen, but he was brave enough to send you his face? If you wanted to, you could use this video alone to turn him in to the school. He literally just handed you blackmail.

You would never, ever in a million years use this video for that purpose, though. It's just amazing to you that he would trust you so much to send you such incriminating content.

"Hongseok," you finally speak. "You are so unbelievably perfect."

"Hardly," he lets out a soft, low chuckle. "I'm just horny out of my mind right now."

"Me too, and fuck it feels so good."

"I want to see you, _____."

Your breath catches in your throat. You've never taken a video of yourself like that before, and it sends a dangerous thrill through you that he's asking for one. And as you pick up your phone, you see the call screen, and you notice that small little camera--the tiniest suggestion that you could change this call to a video call at any moment.

And then you dare to press it.

The phone rings again as you wait for Hongseok to answer the video call, and you're wholly unprepared to see his face when he picks up.

He looks at his phone for a moment, just looking at you, and then the most beautiful smile breaks across his face. "Hey."

Every organ in your chest is an absolute wreck. "Hey," you echo.

"This isn't quite what I expected when I said I wanted to see you, but I'll take it."

"It's convenient though, isn't it?" Your walls involuntarily clench around your fingers, reminding you of your need for release. "Let me… show you."

You lower the phone to skim down your body--although your top half is still covered by your t-shirt so you're really not showing much--and when you get down to the hand tucked between your legs, you lift one leg and wrap your arm around it to get a good shot of your pussy. Your fingers press deep into your slit, and you moan for Hongseok.

"Shit, _____, you look so good. I wish I could taste you."

You pull out your fingers and separate them, showing him the strings of your wetness that spread between your digits. "That's what you want?" And then you bring your hand and your phone up towards your face, putting on your best sultry eyes as you twirl your tongue around the tips of your fingers.

Hongseok groans, "Oh Christ," and then he shows you his cock, forcing you to plunge your fingers back inside your pussy out of sheer desperation.

"Hongseok, I wanna cum so bad," you whimper. You can feel it building deep within you, and you just need something to push you over the edge. And honestly, watching him work his cock might just be enough.

You feel absolutely depraved watching him stroke himself, curling your fingers into your pussy as you masturbate together. It's delightfully sinful and you're obsessed with the way it makes you feel.

"Hong… Hongseok…" you moan his name, forcing your eyes to stay open so that you can keep your focus on his hard length. The coil in your abdomen tightens to its limit, and you're entirely aware that the dam is about to break. You struggle to keep your pussy in frame, as you push yourself over the edge. "Watch, watch! I'm coming…"

And just like that, your whole pussy convulses and you abruptly pull out your fingers, watching as you squirt all over your bed. It's nearly impossible to prevent your moaning, so you do your best to keep the volume down as you explode.

Hongseok sounds just as pleased as you thought he might be when you hear a string of expletives come over the line. But even his words are broken up with soft grunts and almost-moans. "I didn't know… you could do that."

"Sometimes," you laugh, quite out of breath from the water show. "Do you like it?"

"Of course I do," his hand picks up its pace. "I want to make you squirt next time."

"You can do that," you acknowledge. Even after your release, you notice that your clit isn't at all sensitive and you are still pretty turned on. So you keep your hand down there, absentmindedly rubbing circles into your bud.

It's not long before you feel the need to engage your hips. You start thrusting up against your fingers, but you want something more.

"I need your cock," you moan to him, partially convinced that his body is the only thing you’re missing.

"I can't even tell you how badly I want to give it to you," he responds in a dark, sultry tone. On camera, he starts to thrust up into his hand instead of just stroking it, and you think it looks absolutely amazing. You thrust your hips in time with his, but you need more.

Less-than-gracefully, you climb up onto your hands and knees, propping your phone up against your headboard. He gets a nice tall shot of you kneeling on the bed, legs spread and strings of juices hanging from your pussy, and you hear him groan something about how he loves this view.

You grab your pillow and fold it in half for extra height before tucking it between your legs and spreading your folds so that your clit rubs directly against the pillowcase. You ruthlessly hump your pillow, eyes completely trained on your phone so you don't miss a second of Hongseok's jerking.

"Christ, you're unbelievably sexy. That is so hot, _____," Hongseok groans. His hand twists the head of his cock before plunging back down the shaft, his arm muscles bulging as he quickly jerks off. You can see his cock rapidly twitching, pulsing extra hard as he approaches orgasm.

“Think about me riding you, Hongseok,” you quietly moan, trying to encourage him to climax. “Think about burying your cock in my pussy and grabbing my hips and filling me up with your cum.”

“Is that what you want?” His breathing is ragged. “You want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, I want it,” you confess, and you know it’s the truth. You’ve fantasized about letting him fuck you raw so he can feel every inch of you as he cums. You’re dying to know what that feels like.

“Fucking Christ…” Hongseok’s hand moves a little faster, strokes a little deeper, until it’s clear that he can’t hold back anymore. “_____…”

With just a few more pumps, Hongseok finally releases, his throaty moans accompanying each rope of cum that shoots up onto his chest. Between the sounds and the visual he provides, you simply cannot handle yourself.

“Hongseok,” you murmur his name. You continue to grind against your pillow, blissfully soaking it with your juices. The delicious tension in your abdomen is too much--it's coiled too tightly and it's going to snap any second now.

Your eyes squeeze shut so you can better imagine Hongseok lying beneath you, his calloused hands grasping your waist as you rock and grind your hips.

"_____, you're perfect. Fucking perfect. Ride me, _____." He seems to play along with the fantasy in your head, inching you closer until you finally break.

Pure, blissful pleasure rushes through you like adrenaline as you orgasm, roughly dragging your clit over the cotton of your pillowcase. It takes everything in you to keep quiet, and your thighs tremble with each powerful wave.

And when you finally open your eyes, you see Hongseok watching you with so much adoration it makes you want to cry.

"That was amazing," you pant, breathing hard from the exertion of your orgasm.

"It was amazing to watch, too." Hongseok beams. "I am so attracted to you it kills me."

You collapse onto your bed, tossing your pillow aside and picking up your phone. Hongseok genuinely appears to be glowing, and you can't help but wonder if he sees you the same way. You just smile and say, "I can't wait to see you."

"Neither can I," he responds warmly. He takes a moment to wipe the cum off of his chest with a towel, and then he settles back into his bed, lying on his side and gazing sweetly at you through his phone. "I can't tell you how badly I want to kiss you right now."

"I wish you could. Man, you're such a good kisser."

“Sunday. I’ll kiss you all I want on Sunday.”

It’s weird how much you wish you could just reach through the phone and touch him, run your fingers over his cheek, brush his hair out of his eyes. Your heart pounds as your eyes skim over his face, taking in his beautiful image. He makes you feel so warm and happy. It’s undeniable that you’ve got feelings for him. And so you don’t even think twice before the words come out of your mouth: “I like you, Hongseok. I don’t care that you’re my professor. I’m done worrying about that because I just like you and I want you and that’s all there is to it.”

It’s true. One-hundred percent.

Hongseok’s smile is small and sweet, but bursting with tenderness. “I like you too, _____. I don’t care about you being my student, either. We’ll make this work for us.”

“Mhm.” The fluttering in your chest is endless, and you know this couldn’t feel more right. “We’ll make it work.”

You both stay on the line as you turn off lights and tuck into bed. Hongseok talks to you about nothing, and your mind is finally at ease as your eyelids start to become heavy with sleep. His voice is a lullaby and when you finally fall asleep, you dream of nothing but the warmth of his arms.

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shinsorokiri · 4 years ago

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UA Idol | Chapter Eighteen

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 1,579

Warnings: Language, SPYING KiriBaku

A/N: This one is a little short but it’s only because I just got done with ALL of my finals. Now I have actual TIME to write things! I hope you enjoy this one though!

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Working the song to your liking was absolutely no problem at all. In fact, you kind of loved the way it turned out. You and Hitoshi had worked out the backing vocals, you decided that. You would be playing guitar for it while also singing, the hook is catchy and would be easy to engage a crowd with. Everything was falling perfectly into place. In fact, you’d even gone a little harder than you were supposed to. What you had done is technically what you have to do when you reach the live shows level, but you didn’t necessarily mind. You hoped the judges didn’t either. Now, you had to help Hitoshi with his song. Riptide is an easy one to engage with the audience with, but how he’s going to make it original is a different story. “Do you think you should change up the instruments?”

“Yeah, but I mean I kind of want to show off the ukulele skills, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah… I just can’t believe you’re doing Riptide of all songs. It’s strange to me,” you say, reaching over and picking up his ukulele. He gives you a small grin. “Well, it’s a song that is literally disguised as a happy and upbeat one but is actually about losing interest in your partner and the entire relationship going to shit. So… I don’t know, feels pretty on brand to me.” He snatches his ukulele back, giving you a smile, before beginning to strum it. You grin, rolling your eyes, before plopping down on his bed. “Tell me why I agreed to come to your hotel room when mine is oh so much cleaner. Mina is a mess, but Denki is just… a whole other level.” You crinkle your nose at the obviously dirty laundry thrown all over his side of the room (as well as the instant noodle cups, candy wrappers, and fast-food containers. Seriously though, how much does this man eat?) “I guess it was just my undeniable charm and your ever-growing soft spot for me,” he smirks leaning down to give you a quick peck on the lips. You roll your eyes at him. “Or maybe you brainwashed me. Bad Hitoshi. Stop that.”

“Hmm. No thanks. I think I’ll keep doing it, actually. I enjoy the attention I get from you.” You shake your head, but a smile forms on your lips. This cheeky purple man. You close your eyes, listening to him strum and hum his song. His voice is just hypnotizing, honestly. Even when he’s just humming. The amount of talent he has is so very overwhelming, and you’re just lucky to even know him. “(Y/n).” You open one of your eyes to see Hitoshi grinning at you. “Would you like to be my left-hand man and sing some harmonies with me on this?”

“Cheesy. But yes, I can do that. What do you need?”

“The ‘oh’s’ and some of the chorus? Do you know the actual harmonies or do you wanna just wing it?”

“Let’s just wing it for now, I don’t know the actual Vance Joy harmonies, but I know my harmonies,” you say, sitting up and leaning against his bed’s backboard. He nods and begins playing again. Of course, the harmonies sound great, and after a while the two of you decide to sing the bridge in harmony as well. “Are you sure you don’t want Denki to sing this with you? It might make more sense,” you suggest and Hitoshi purses his lips. “Maybe… I don’t know, I’ll sing it with him when he gets back. You have to ask him to help you out with your song too anyways, so I’ll just ask him to play around with it then. Also, I’m totally adding the drums and everything else too. Everyone is going to get hyped,” he says, placing the ukulele down and laying back on the bed. You follow suit, sighing as you do so. “It’s nice having everything figured out. And it only took, like, 7 hours.”

“Yeah, only seven,” he chuckles before the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. He’s the one to break it. “So, what are we going to tell Mina and Denki?”

“What on Earth do you mean?”

“Well, I mean… about us. And our newfound friends with… now see I don’t want to say friends with benefits that has a negative connotation to it and friends with benefits are problematic because someone always inevitably fucks the friendship up. What are we?”

“Okay, well, first of all, we tell them nothing. To them, we are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. And second of all, I was thinking about that too. Are we just like, kissing friends? Cuddling friends? Friends who occasionally stare at the other because, wow! Attractive! Like, what do we call our situation?”

“Good call on the Mina and Denki thing. And um… a situationship? A friendly… situationship?”

“I could get down with situationship,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “We don’t need to necessarily label it, as long as we are definitely on the same page everything should be fine.” He nods in agreement. “So, we’re definitely still just friends. Good friends. And there’s attraction there, which is okay and normal because it’s mutual. However, neither of us like relationships or love, so any time we need or want attention from the other, we both fully consent to giving and receiving.”

“Yes. Sounds good. Look at us go, being on the same page and everything.” You grin at him, happy that he was able to take what you two were right out of your mouth. He reaches and grabs your hand, returning the grin. However, he quickly pulls his hand away when he hears the door open. The two of you lazily roll on your stomachs to see Denki, Mina, Kirishima, and Bakugou walk in the room. “Hey you two. Done throwing your guts up?” Denki jokes and Hitoshi groans. “Don’t mention throw up. It brings back memories.”

“So many memories.”

“Bad memories.” “The worst.”

“Oh, come on you two. At least y’all got to cuddle with each other! That must have been fun.” Mina flops onto Denki’s bed, giving you a wink while she mentions the two of you from this morning. “We fell asleep cuddling because we were drunk, and we’re touch starved. After you two left we were on opposite sides of the bed all morning until we felt good enough to start working. We worked out the arrangements for our songs, by the way, I recommend you all do the same,” Hitoshi responds without missing a beat. He also rolls back over and lays down facing the ceiling and closing his eyes. You hear Bakugou scoff, but no out loud comments come from him. “Do y’all ever rest?”

“No, Mina. We do not.”

“I literally don’t, I have insomnia. Sleep hates me,” Hitoshi mumbles and you have to fight back a smile because he never seems to have sleeping problems when he’s with you. Funny how that works. “Well, we all have ideas for what we want to sing, so it’s not even a big deal. We’ll get there eventually. In fact, Kirishima and Bakugou came over so we could brainstorm songs. So ha! We’re prepared too.” Denki flips his best friend off, but Hitoshi doesn’t see it. He just chuckles. “I’m happy you’ve planned out what you want to sing. Now get it done.”

You give them a thumbs up, and they all start talking about songs they want to sing and what they want to do. After some discussion over it and some sarcastic comments from you and Hitoshi, they all settle for what they’re definitely going to sing. Mina and Denki literally can’t stop randomly humming and singing their choices, Kirishima is listening to his song and jotting down some notes as to how he can perform it, and Bakugou is strumming away on his guitar. You and Hitoshi had asked them at the beginning of their deciding if they would help the two of you with your songs, and they all agreed. As long as the two of you would help them with their songs. You both agreed, and now the two of you are huddled together and listening to all of their song choices.

The two of you were sharing headphones and listening to the same songs at the same time since you both finished your arrangements, and the two of you also just sort of wanted to be close to each other without raising suspicion from Mina and Denki. Meanwhile, the two of you were completely oblivious to Bakugou staring at you while strumming some chords. Or the fact that Kirishima snuck a picture of the two of you so close to each other. Denki and Mina weren’t the only ones spying on the two of you know, unbeknownst to you. You were just enjoying your time close to him, even if it was in front of people. Not to mention he was able to keep you calm because you’re very nervous about this performance. You know you’ll do a good job, but it’ll never not be nerve wracking. Especially since you were performing in front of people this time around. Hopefully, your hard work will pay off and you’ll get through to the live shows. This has become something ridiculously important to you, and you need to progress. If not, you don’t know what you’ll do.

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 years ago

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Ten Sides (Part 24)

It is the quiet moments that get to her. The moments when she has time to think. Anger filters its way back in. Especially when she sees fire dancing in her palm. He had taken it from her. Nevermind that it was part of the plan, he knew what it had meant to her and he had taken it from her.

She finds herself conflicted all over again. Anger clashes with affection and both seem to be just as prevalent as one another. She can only seem to attribute that to good intentions having gone sour. She thinks that this has been lingering in her mind for a long time now. It has certainly been present the whole time even if she had set it aside for the sake of getting her bending back. For the sake of having a new friend. For the sake of...love perhaps? But can she really call him a friend, much less, a lover with so much anger beneath the surface.

She rubs her hands over her face. Why do emotions have to be such a mess? No wonder her father has fought so frivolously to teach her to repress them. She can’t handle them. She can’t make sense of them. Not like she can make sense of politics and war. She can’t scheme and connive her way out of this one. She can only face it head on and with such scant armor.

She takes a breath and gets to her feet. She supposes there is more dignity to be had in a spectacular failure than in cowering away. Somehow the silent and personal shames are worse than the ones that she has vocalized.

She opens her door to find Aang standing in it, arm raised to knock. And here she thought that she’d at least have the walk down the hallway to prepare some dialogue. Regardless, she gestures for him to enter.

“I need to talk to you.” Aang says.

��No.” Azula replies. “You need to listen to me.”

He is grinning for some reason. “Great! I was hoping that you would talk. I really need to know what you’re thinking…”

That makes two of them.

“Sit.” She points to a spot at the foot of her bed. She climbs upon the mattress and leans herself against the bedpost. She isn’t exactly sure where to begin, she almost regrets telling him to listen and not talk. “I am trying to decide how I feel about you, Avatar.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I want to…” she furrows her brows, “I want to...love you.” The words feel so foreign on her tongue. “But I am angry.” Furious actually.

“You can be mad at someone you love.” Aang points out.

“Can I be this mad and still love someone?”

“I think that the people who you love the most tend to infuriate you like no one else. Which is probably why you and Zuko are constantly going at it.”

“I don’t want to talk about Zuzu right now. This is about you and why I am mad at you. Zuko has done a lot of things to me but nothing like what you did.”

“Tell me what I did.”

She pauses for a moment, her brows knit. “There are several things but this is about what you didn’t do.”

He looks as confused as she feels.

“Why did you wait? Why didn’t you do something sooner?”

She has to give him credit for not needing clarification. But that is all the credit that is due. “Azula, we talked about this.”

“I want to talk about it again. Right now.” Now that she is herself again. Now that she has a perspective on things and a will to stand her ground.

“I thought that you…”

“Were just going to let you get away with taking my fire? Let you get a flimsy excuse for doing fuck all when I need you the most.”

He braces himself but she can tell that it still hits hard.

“You have a habit of doing that, don’t you, Avatar.” She hisses.

She waits for him to get up and yell at her, to ask her how she could say something so cruel? To tell her that he doesn’t want to speak to her anymore. That she’s lucky he bothered to save her at all. He doesn’t stir. Doesn’t say a word. But his expression… She bites her lip. “I can’t... love you if I can’t say this.”

Aang tries his best to smile. “You can say it. I think that you need to. I think that I need to hear it.” He pauses. “So say what you need to say, you don’t have to hold back.”

She knows that he wants her to go easy on him, even if he insists otherwise. It doesn’t matter she only wants to know one thing. “Why, Avatar? Why did you let me cut my hair and…” She grazes her fingers over her cheek bone. “Why did you let it go on for so long?” Somehow she gets the feeling that the softness in her voice cuts him deeper than any biting remark could. Likely because it is raw. It is earnest. .oOo.

It hurts much more than he thought it would. It hurts because there is no anger. No malice. Just hurt. So much hurt. And he caused it. Worse, he let it happen when he had all the power in the world to stop it. Truth be told, he can’t even say why when thinking retrospectively.

She isn’t even looking at him anymore. Her eyes are fixed on her palms.

“I guess that it was just easier to deny it. To pretend like I was doing something good than to face that I was letting you get hurt. That I was hurting you. I-I’ve never hurt someone like that. And I didn’t know how to handle it.” Her replies quietly.

Azula grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut. Her lower lip trembles.

“You should be mad. I should have done more. I was passive, I was hoping that you would just...I don’t know…that you would just have enough and throw him to the ground.”

“You knew that, that was impossible.”

“For a second it really looked like you were going to.”

“Avatar. You knew that I couldn’t. You knew what you were doing to me.”

“It was idealistic and stupid and…”

“It was cruel.” Her brows knit. “You thought I deserved it didn’t you, because I’m…”

He reaches for her hand, this time she snatches it back and swats him away. “I don’t think that you deserved it. You’re right, I should have done more. I just really wanted to believe that I was helping and I really didn’t want to believe that I did so much damage. I still don’t want to.” His stomach is twisting and turning and tying itself into all kinds of knots. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even agreed to touch your spirit energy at all.”

She finally looks up at him but he can’t make anything of her expression. It is so carefully guarded.

.oOo.

Acknowledgement alone is like a breath of fresh air. A reassurance that she hasn’t just been seeing things that weren’t there. To know that she actually has been wronged as deeply as she thought.

“And my bending?”

“We talked about that too.”

“I am unsatisfied with the answer.” She drums her fingers upon the mattress. “You know know what it means to me. It was all that I had left and you just ripped it right out.”

“I gave it back right away! It was--”

“Part of the plan? Did you really think that, that would mean anything? I had every reason to believe that it was gone for good.” Her voice seems to weaken with each word until it ends with a pitiful crack. She curls her fingers around the blankets. “You took a part of me. The last part of me.” She finishes in a near whisper. “I didn’t think that I was going to get it back.”

He swallows hard. “I didn’t have any other plan.”

She gives a bitter laugh and wipes at her eyes. “I’m good at scheming. You could have asked. I could have been in on it. I could have helped save myself. You took my dignity too. My…” she really loathes sounding like Zuzu, “my honor.”

“Azula...”

“All you would have had to do was pretend. Pretend that you altered my spirit and then pretend that you took my bending. I could have played dumb and nice. I could have been powerful and confident and you took that from me.” Now her voice falls somewhere between a sob and a growl. “You took my fire.” She clutches her hand against her stomach, where her fire chakra seems to pulse the hottest.

“You’re right about that too. I was scared. I’m not as good at scheming as you. I made an impulse decision.”

“You were weak and you are giving me weak excuses.”

“They aren’t excuses, they're the truth. I don’t know what you want me to say, Azula.” He frowns. “Is there anything that I can say?”

She isn’t sure that there is. The reaping of her bending was such a profound and invasive boundary to cross.

“I don’t think that there is.” He mumbles his agreement. “I guess that I’m just glad that we’re having this conversation.”

“Glad?”

He gives a said smile. “A while back you would have just let all of this go. I’d rather have you resenting and fighting with me than to see you like that again. Believe it or not, I like this sassy, fiery you.”

Azula folds her arms across her chest.

“I’m just glad that you’re you again even if that means you resent me, I guess that I can’t blame you if you do.”

“I...I don’t hate you, Avatar. I should though.”

Aang’s smile returns. “I’m glad that you don’t hate me.” This time she lets him take her hand. “Is there anything I can do to make it right.”

She nods. “I want you to help me get him. At the very least, when I kill him, I want you to stand by just as passively as you did when he was violating me.”

“I’ll help you take him down.”

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Aang #Azulaang #Fanfiction

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hollyxqx · 5 years ago

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playing with fire // yoongi // 02

↪ PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Reader ↪ GENRE: angst » smut » idol!au » enemies to lovers ↪ SUMMARY: Yoongi hates you. Or at least he thinks he does. (AKA the one where you work for BigHit and Yoongi is bad at feelings). ↪ WORD COUNT: 7.8k

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The next day when Yoongi awoke, you were gone. However, by the sound of the voices floating through from downstairs he could tell you hadn't gone far. He rubbed sleepily at his eyes and made a move to get up and out of bed. As he glanced at the messy sheets on the bed his mind was filled with memories of the night before, cheeks flushing at the sordid images flashing in his mind.

As he made his way down to the kitchen area he could hear you laughing with Jin at something. "Morning," He muttered, pushing past the two of you to grab a bottle of water. You didn't say anything but Jin gave him a cheery hello. "What are you two laughing at?" Yoongi asked, twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a sip.

Jin just shook his head. "You wouldn't get it." That made Yoongi frown a little bit. He was only asking out of curiosity, no need to get defensive. He looked at you for the first time that morning and you blushed and looked away, making him smirk a little. "Y/N and I are going for breakfast, do you want to come?" Jin asked.

"No thanks." Yoongi replied.

"We can bring you back something?" You offered, still avoiding his eye contact. He declined once more.

"I'm ok." You picked up your phone and span around to Jin. Yoongi couldn't help himself. "You seem happy this morning, Y/N." He said slyly, knowing Jin wouldn't pick up on his undertone.

"Yeah, you do actually." Jin agreed.

"I do?" You questioned the boys.

"You must have slept really well." Yoongi smirked. Jin just looked lost by the conversation while your eyes widened in shock. "I slept really well myself, too. I hope I can sleep that good tomorrow."

You deliberately ignored his comment, turning to Jin. "Shall we go?"

The two of you stepped off of the tourbus and Yoongi watched you walk away, feeling slightly annoyed at Jin's arm draped around your shoulder. If only he knew how Yoongi had touched you last night, maybe he would keep his hands off.

***

Yoongi could tell you were avoiding him. It had been two weeks since you slept together and you had gone back to sleeping in your bunk. He decided his only option was to corner you, and force you out of your silence. You were standing backstage talking to one of the dancers and he knew this would be his window. "Y/N, Sejin wants to talk to you." He lied, tapping you on the arm to get your attention. "He's in the other room."

You excused yourself from the dancer and made to leave the room, Yoongi followed close behind. The second you were alone Yoongi grabbed you by the arm. "Hey! Let go!" You squealed in shock, trying to wiggle free.

"You think you can just ignore me?" He asked, getting straight to the point.

"I'm not ignoring you." You replied, somewhat unconvincingly.

"Bullshit."

"What do you want from me, Yoongi?" You sighed.

He didn't think, he just acted, pressing his lips to yours. To his surprise you kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck. He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall behind you. It was risky to kiss you like this but he didn't care. You moaned in to his mouth as he ran his hands down your body, gripping your hips tightly. "I'd fuck you right into this wall if I didn't have to perform soon." He breathed, pulling away from you, mouth still hovering over yours.

Suddenly the door to the room you had just left opened, and you and Yoongi turned at the sound, caught red handed. Jin stood in the doorway, his face slowly twisting in realisation at the scene before him. "Yoongi? Y/N?" Jin asked slowly.

Yoongi stepped away from you, so casually as if he didn't just have his body pressed tightly against yours. "What's up?" He asked the older male.

"Namjoon is looking for you." Jin said, eyeing you now. "Did I interupt something?" He asked curiously.

"Of course not." Yoongi said coolly. Your mouth was frozen open in shock. He confidently strode past Jin, uttering "I'll go find him now then."

He didn't look behind, hoping his blind confidence was convincing. Re-entering the green room he made a move to find Namjoon, mind still on the kiss he shared with you minutes before. "Joon? What's up?" He asked, finding the tall blonde male stretching in the corner. Out of the side of his eye he caught Jin looking curiously at him. Although he wasn't technically caught doing anything with you, it was a very intimate position to be in with a colleauge.

"Can I switch rooms with you tonight? I'm staying with Taehyung and he snores." Namjoon said with a laugh. Yoongi smirked, knowing it was true. Fortunately he was one of the few members who could sleep through anything.

"What's in it for me?" Yoongi teased.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I won't punch you in the arm if you do it."

"Fine, but buy me a coffee tomorrow." Yoongi replied. Namjoon gave him a thumbs up in agreement.

Yoongi made his way to the catering table, to get a water bottle. They were due onstage in 45 minutes so they would be beginning vocal warm ups soon and he wanted to be ready. He let himself have a sneaky look at you as he sipped it. You were talking closely to Jin who was frowning. Yoongi wondered if you were being interrogated. It certainly looked like it. He would have to ask you later exactly what Jin said.

***

Yoongi never got a chance to talk to you in the following days and he assumed correctly that you were avoiding him again. Jin hadn't brought up the hallway incident so as far as Yoongi was concerned, everything was fine. Management had hired a practice studio on a rare day off and the boys were practicing together as normal.

"My shoulder is killing me," Yoongi sighed, doing the stretch that he remembered you taught him. He wasn't lying when he said it definitely helped. "Shit." He muttered, feeling the burn.

"Are you alright there?" Namjoon asked, wiping sweat from his own brow with a towel. They had worked hard for four hours already and were taking a break to regroup.

"Think so." Yoongi replied, wincing slightly in pain. "Y/N taught me this stretch and it seems to help."

"You're close with her, huh?" Jin interrupted. Yoongi did not miss the accusatory tone in the older males voice.

"Hardly," Yoongi scoffed. It was technically the truth. Just because you had sex once doesn't make two people close. "She works for us."

"I don't see you sharing beds with or being all over Sejin like that." Jin muttered under his breath but the whole room heard it, falling silent at his words.

"What are you talking about?" Namjoon asked, looking curiously between Yoongi and Jin.

"No idea what he is talking about." Yoongi lied.

"Yes you do." Jin said quietly, eyes narrowing. "You can tell everyone what I caught you doing."

"You didn't catch me doing anything."

"I saw you kiss her!" Jin cried, frustated. Yoongi could practically hear the collective intake of breath in the room, giving that he'd never shown any fondness for you whatsoever the entire time he'd worked with you. "Don't lie!"

"Is that true? I thought you hated her?" Namjoon asked, puzzled.

"Jin doesn't know what he's talking about." Yoongi scoffed. "Nothing happened. I don't care about her."

"He's lying." Jin pointed out.

"Just because you like her doesn't mean we all do." Yoongi spat. Jin let out a laugh of disbelief. "We were talking, Jin is just confused."

"Jin hyung," Namjoon began calmly. "Maybe you are wrong. We all know how Yoongi feels about Y/N."

"I know what I saw," Jin mumbled. "But yeah, take his side."

"I'm not taking sides, I'm being rational here." Namjoon said gently. "Plus, I don't think Y/N would ever go for Yoongi anyway." He joked, trying to bring a smile to his friend's face.

"Well...she did tell me she likes tall guys." Jin added, eying Yoongi, trying to coax him into a reaction. The comment pissed Yoongi off and he almost wanted to tell everyone what you had let him do to you, to your body, but he knew better. He'd gotten away with it.

For now.

***

After the show the next night Yoongi was restless, adrenalin pumping through him while he remained on a performing high. He tossed and turned in his hotel bed, checking his phone countless times aimlessly. His finger hovered over your name in his phone. Of course he had your number saved but it was your work one, not your personal one. He debated texting it to see if you were awake.

He still hadn't had the oppurtunity to be alone with you since that day Jin caught you in the hallway. He was eager to tell you what Jin said at practice and more importantly to find out what Jin had said to you. He clicked on your name and began to type, noting that he would have to do this carefully, being that anyone in the company could have access to your phone data.

Yoongi: It's Yoongi, are you awake? I need to ask you an important question

He hoped that didn't sound too suspicious. Although it was after midnight he hoped you'd read it quickly. Tossing his phone next to him on the bed he sighed and stretched a little. Taehyung was snoring like a baby next to him, passed out for the night, making Yoongi envious. His mind was whirring and he couldn't shut it off. Next to him his phone buzzed.

Y/N: Yep, what's up? Everything ok?

Yoongi hestitated to reply. He wanted to ask you to meet him in person but he had to do it tactfully.

Yoongi: Give me 2 mins.

He hoped you'd get the warning in the message, the warning that he was going to be coming to your room. Quietly he rolled out of bed so as not to wake his sleeping roommate and quickly shoved on some shorts and a huge hoodie, followed by his sneakers. With one last look at Taehyung he slipped out the door, gently closing it behind him.

Yoongi knew your room number and he knew you were alone again. It was at the other end of the floor and he quickly made his way down the hallway. Once he arrived he knocked twice quietly. "Y/N?" He said in a hushed tone.

There was silence.

Feeling brave he knocked again, a little louder this time. After a few moments the door creaked open and you peeked your head out. "Yoongi?" You asked, quizzically. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" Yoongi asked, glancing up and down the hallway, thankful it was still empty.

"....why?"

"Because I don't want to get caught sneaking around the hallway."

With a sigh you swung the door open and stood aside so he could pass through. He noticed your bed was still made as he walked in to the room. He walked over to it and sat down on the edge, watching you cross the room. He couldn't help but notice you were wearing the same pyjamas as the night you first slept together. "What's going on?" You asked, folding your arms across your chest and raising your brow at him.

"I didn't want to do this over text." He started.

"Do what?" You frowned.

"What did Jin say to you the other day?" Yoongi cut right to the chase. "The day he caught us."

"Not much to be honest..." You paused, thinking. "He asked me if anything was going on with you - which I obviously denied - but it was mostly just me reassuring him."

"Ahhh..." Yoongi sighed. "I see."

"Why?" You asked, cautiously. "What happened?"

"He told everyone at practice he saw us kissing." He said bluntly. Yoongi was always a man of few words. Your eyes widened in shock.

"What?! Oh my god! Oh god, oh no -"

Yoongi held up his hand, silencing you. "It's fine." He assured. "I managed to convince them he was confused about what he saw and they believed me."

"Thank god," You sighed, slumping down on the bed next to him. "I keep worrying everyone will find out and I'll be sent on the first plane out of here." You admitted.

"Is that why you've been avoiding me?" Yoongi asked. He felt a little guilty.

"Yeah..." You said sheepishly, giving him a shy smile. "Sorry."

"It's ok. I should have been more careful" He shrugged. It technically was, it was him who couldn't control himself around you. Him who put his lips to yours first. Him who pushed you into the wall.

"Yes you should have." You nudged him in the ribs with your elbow, a little too harshly to be entirely playful.

"Ow," He whined. "Watch it."

"Nothing can happen again, Yoongi." You said after a moment, your tone more serious now. He looked at you and studied your expression, trying to read between the lines.

"You regret it?" He asked, eyes narrowing. You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip. "I don't." He added, trying to encourage you.

"No..." You trailed off and then paused again.

"But?"

"But I don't want to get fired." You finished your thought.

"Enough to not do it just one more time?" Yoongi teased, quirking a brow at you.

"Yoongi..." You voice fell away into a whisper.

"That's not a no." He said, almost dangerously, turning his torso so he was facing you. "I've been thinking about it. A lot" He confessed.

"Really?" Your shock surprised him. Why wouldn't he be thinking about it? It was driving him crazy how perfect you were. He nodded.

"Would you be opposed to one more time?" He asked, his voice low. He leaned in close so his mouth was hovering over yours, waiting for you to close the gap. He needed you to make the next move now. He needed you to show him you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. "It's our secret."

He could feel your breath on his lips. "Yoongi," You whispered, staring at his mouth. "Kiss me."

He didn't need to be told twice. His lips connected to yours hungrily, tongue quickly dipping in to your mouth. He'd been dying to do this for days. He pulled you on to his lap so you were straddling him, knees falling to either side of his hips. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping onto his neck, as you rolled your hips into him. He was hard the minute you gave him permission to kiss you. It was just the effect you had on him.

"Let's get this off, yeah?" He mumbled, breaking the kiss and tugging at your vest top. You raised your arms, letting him slide it over your head, discarding it carelessly somewhere in the hotel room. He loved that you weren't wearing a bra, again, hands going straight for your tits. His mouth was all over them as he cupped and squeezed at the flesh. "God your tits are amazing." He paused what he was doing to look up at you, smirking slightly. "I don't think I'll ever get enough."

You smiled down at him. "Take your shirt off, I want to feel you." You instructed. "Last time you kept it on..."

Yoongi smirked harder as you tugged at the material, but it didn't stop him help you remove it. Once it was gone you latched yourself to him in a heated kiss, pressing yourself against his chest. He couldn't help it, his hands slipped underneath your shorts, grabbing your ass so tightly you groaned into him. He used his grip on you to encourage to start grinding against his crotch again. Yoongi was achingly hard now, desperate to relieve some tension.

"Stand up," He told you, panting. Slowly, you climbed off his lap and stood before him, watching as he pulled your shorts down. In one quick motion he was on his feet too, pushing you backwards so that you fell onto the bed, fully naked before him. He kept his eyes on you the entire time he stripped his remaining clothing, relishing in the way you bit your lip as your eyes took in his hard cock once it was freed. "I never got to do this to you before." He said huskily.

You could only watch as he slowly, agonisingly, made his way up the bed, using his knee to push apart your thighs. He gave you a wicked smirk, before leaning down and placing a kiss on your inner thigh. You tensed up in anticipation which was exactly the reaction he wanted. "I'm going to take my time with you," He murmured against your skin as he kissed his way to your heat, deliberately avoiding putting his tongue exactly where you wanted it most.

His eyes flickered to you to gauge your reaction, satisfied at the way your eyes were on him, staring hungrily. He ran his tongue up the outside of your pussy and you whole body twitched, involuntarily. He couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "Tell me you want it." He said, repeating his action, licking you from top to bottom but getting closer to your clit this time.

"Yoongi," You practically cried. "I want it. I want your mouth on me."

"Say please." He smirked, echoing his instruction from before, the night you had first shared a bed.

"God, please, Yoongi. Please." Your hands went to his head, tangling themselves in his hair, trying to encourage him. That was all he needed, lowering himself to you and finally flattening his tongue against the bundle of sensitive nerves. He couldn't help the pride that swelled in his chest when you moaned, loudly, writhing on the bed beneath him.

He started to lick and suck, noting how you were arching your back in pleasure. "Oh my god," You breathed. "This feels incredible. I'm so close to coming already." Yoongi took that as a signal to slip two fingers inside of you, matching them to the pace of his tongue. The noises you made drove him crazy. He couldn't wait to fuck you after making you cum, imagining how tight you would be for him. You were squeezing his fingers so hard already.

"Fuck," You moaned. "Fuck Yoongi, I'm going to come, fuck." You cried and he felt it as you orgasmed, your walls clamping down violently against his fingers. Even he could tell how intense the orgasm was. He moved his mouth off you but continued to pump his fingers in and out, gradually slowing down. His eyes never left you though, you looked unbelievable like this to him. Hair splayed out on the bed, cheeks flushed pink, eyes blissfully sleepy. "That was..." You trailed off.

"If you're speechless after that, just wait for what else I'm going to do to you." Yoongi warned, smirking. Your eyes met his and you blushed. "I've thought about doing that nearly every day since we fucked." He laughed.

"I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life," You admitted, shyly covering your face with your hands. "Who knew you were so good with your mouth?"

"I'm a rapper, I'm good with my tongue." He shrugged, crawling up so he was face to face with you. He removed your hands from your face. He wanted to see you. "Y/N." He stated. You just looked at him. "You taste, unbelievable. Stop being so fucking perfect."

"You're crazy," You pointed out but with a smile. "Can I do something now?"

Yoongi nodded, letting you roll the two of you over so now he was the one on his back. You settled yourself between his legs, taking his length in your hands. He thought he could come just from the sight of you there, your perfect face and tits ready to let him fuck your mouth. His breath caught in his throat in anticipation, but he didn't have to wait long because you were already swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. "Fuck!" He groaned, but it only spurred you on.

He was surprised when you deep throated him so quickly, but that feeling was quickly replaced with the over whelming pleasure. His hands went to your head and he gathered your hair so as to see you better, bobbing up and down. "This is a sight," He mumbled. "You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth." You only hummed in agreement, the vibration against his dick shooting pleasure through him.

You started to speed up, using your hand in tandem with your mouth and he could feel his orgasm approaching. "Shit, Y/N, stop! I'm gonna fucking come if you don't." He yanked your head off of him, breathing hard. Your mouth was almost as amazing as your pussy.

"I was getting in to it," It was your turn to smirk at him now.

"I know but I badly want to fuck you." He breathed, dragging you up to him so you were straddling his waist. You leaned down and kissed him sweetly on the lips. "Are you ready?" He whispered as you pulled away, one hand going down to his cock, guiding it to your entrance. You slowly sank down on to him, taking him in to the hilt. "Shit," He hissed. "Feels better than I remembered."

He had a vice like grip on your hips as he helped you move up and down on his length, taking your time to savour the sensation. "Mhmm, Yoongi," You moaned as you started to pick up the pace, pressing your palms in to his chest for leverage. He felt like he was losing his mind at the sight of you on top of him. He was hanging on by a thread, the desire to see you come again keeping him going. With that in mind he flipped the two of you over so now he was in control.

"You think you can come again for me huh?" He practically growled in your ear as he fucked in to you, enjoying how you were so blissed out you couldn't find your words. You were pulsing around him and he desperately hoped you would fall apart for him. "Come on," He groaned. "Cum."

"God, Yoongi, I'm...I'm - " You didn't finish your sentence as you came for the second time that night. He went light headed at the sensation. It was one of the most incredible things he'd ever felt. He came almost at the same time as you did, unable to hold on even a second longer. With a groan he collapsed on top of you, spent. "Jesus." You whispered, breathlessly. "That's never happened before."

Yoongi briefly pulled away from you, his face contorting in confusion. "What has?"

"I've never come so quickly before. Ever." You said with a little chuckle. "What have you done to me?"

He couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across his face even if he tried, feeling his chest swell with pride at your admission. "I can do it again if you like..." You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped at his chest. Reluctantly Yoongi let you peel yourself away from him, ignoring the urge to just hold you close. He watched as you cleaned yourself up, picking up your discarded clothes, evidence of what had just transpired. Why couldn't he get enough of you? He only just had you and already he wanted more.

***

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Yoongi's eyes shot open at the sound of your voice. He blearily looked around the now bright room, realising with a sudden panic that he had allowed himself to fall asleep in your bed. This was bad.

You were scrambling around the room, throwing his clothes at him and it was only then did Yoongi realise someone was knocking at the door to your hotel room. "Taehyung is here!" You whispered roughly. Yoongi's stomach dropped. His roommate must have gone looking for him when he woke up alone in their room. Shit.

"Y/N?" Taehyung could be heard calling as he knocked.

"Hide in the bathroom, I'll get rid of him!" You hissed as Yoongi quickly dressed himself in last nights clothes. You practically shoved him in to the bathroom and pulled the door closed. He pressed an ear up against the wood so he could hear what you were saying to Taehyung. "Tae! Is everything ok?" You asked as the sound of the door swinging open could be heard.

"I think so....I just can't find Yoongi. No one else has seen him either." Taehyung replied.

"Yoongi? Have you tried calling him?" You asked, feigning concern. Yoongi was surprised at how well you lied. It was almost impressive.

"His phone is dead..." Taehyung sighed. "You haven't seen him?"

"No," You said. "I'll get dressed and then we can look for him together, ok?"

That seemed to be enough to convince Taehyung and Yoongi was relieved to hear the sound of your hotel door click shut. He opened the bathroom door and stepped back in to the bedroom. "That was close." He admitted as his eyes fell on you. "I didn't mean to sleep here, sorry..." He trailed off.

"It's okay," You dismissed. "We just need to be careful next time."

"Next time?" Yoongi smirked, taking a step closer to you. "You're eager."

"Yoongi," You groaned. "You know what I meant!"

He closed the gap between you and pulled you to his body by your forearm. "I already can't wait." He pressed his lips to yours, enjoying how you melted in to him. He was kidding himself when he thought this could be just a one time thing.

"Go and find Tae," You sighed as you pulled away. "Before he does something crazy like phone the police."

Yoongi nodded and made to leave, looking around the room one last time to check he had everything. His eyes fell on you and he couldn't help but smile a little. "I'll come find you later." Was the last thing he said before ducking out into the hallway. Later couldn't come soon enough.

***

Yoongi had a new habit and that habit was you.

He had lost track of the number of stolen moments you experienced together during the remainder of the tour. Every chance he could get alone with you, he took. Although he was ultra careful not to even look at you too much when the others were around, behind closed doors he could barely control himself. As much as he point blank refused to acknowledge his growing feelings, he felt them chewing away at his insides whenever you were around.

It’s just physical.

That was his new mantra, the internal monologue keeping his feelings at bay. Every time he felt too strongly or thought too fondly of you, he repeated those words internally and he was fine again. It was OK. He was coping. You weren’t going to get to him. Once the tour was over, whatever fling he’d participated in would be too and Yoongi could go back to thinking of you as the pretty but irritating member of staff.

It’s just physical.

It was hard to focus when you kissed him. The last night of the tour was here and as usual you and Yoongi had found your way to each other, sneaking off to your hotel room while the rest of the group celebrated. It had taken him no longer than thirty seconds to strip you of your clothes, shedding them with little regard, desperate to see and feel you. The way you murmured his name sent a chill down his spine. He loved the way your accent made it sound. He pulled away, capturing your eyes with his for a brief moment.

It’s just physical.

The way you looked at him he could almost convince himself that you adored him too. You reached for him, sliding your arms around his neck. He let you drag him close and he fumbled with his erection, pressing the tip of his hardness in to you. With a moan from both of you he pushed his hips slowly as he entered you. He wanted to savor it. This was the last time and he didn’t want it to be over too quickly. He gripped you close to him, burying his face in your neck, eyes squeezed shut tight, trying to recall his mantra.

It’s just physical.

***

Life returned to normal after the tour. BangTang had some rare time off afterwards to recuperate. They had worked hard and travelling was grueling, so it was well deserved. This also meant that Yoongi didn’t spend everyday in your proximity, which he found himself strangely missing.

He hadn’t heard from you in the two weeks he’d been home either. Not that he would have a reason to contact you or vice versa. He had Sejin for work related things. It still didn’t stop his thoughts from straying to you at times.

At least he had his music to distract him.

He sat with headphones around his neck, clicking away rapidly at his MacBook. He hummed in satisfaction as he found the song he was looking for. He had heard you mention this band a few times, making a mental note to look them up but he never got round to it on tour. He tugged his headphones back on as he pressed play. The music flowed through and he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he listened. It’s surprisingly good, he thought. Subconsciously he started drumming his fingers to the beat. It was a little more on the rock side than he would normally listen to but he still enjoyed it. The song ended and he immediately went to play another one.

After listening through an entire album Yoongi had the urge to text you and tell you how much he had liked it. He picked up his phone without thinking but paused

This felt very….friendship-y.

The thought made him feel weird. Although you talked like friends at times, the majority of the time Yoongi had spent with you involved sex. Sex or work. The only reason he even knew that you liked this band was because he overheard you tell Namjoon one day. Somehow the thought of texting you felt like he would be crossing some kind of imaginary boundary.

He shook his head. He was being ridiculous. Overthinking, as usual.

Yoongi: I listened to that band you liked. Yoongi: Surprised you had good taste ;)

He was going to add that its been a while since you spoke but it made him feel needy and he already felt vulnerable reaching out to you.

You didn’t reply for hours and it made Yoongi anxious. Just as he was about to curse at himself for making such a silly move his phone buzzed.

y/n: yoongi I’m so glad you liked it! y/n: also fuck you ;D

He smiled at your second message. He liked that he could be his authentic snarky self to you. Rereading your message he thought of what to reply. You didn’t exactly give him much to work with. He was about to give up and set his phone down when the typing icon popped up, signaling you were writing something.

y/n: they’re playing in Seoul next week… y/n: you should check them out live.

Yoongi stared at your message. It almost felt like you were suggesting something. Or he was overthinking again, searching for something that wasn’t there.

Yoongi: I’ll think about it

His whirring mind was quickly settled when you texted back straight away.

y/n: I’m going if you want to tag along

So it was an invitation, after all. An invitation to a social setting, not a hook up. The thought made him slightly excited, though he tried not to focus on that feeling. It was dangerous to unlock that emotional door and he knew it. He couldn’t have those sort of butterflies in his stomach, tingly nervous type of feelings for you. He refused.

Yoongi: sure, I’ll tag along.

He sighed, placing his phone down. This was probably not the smartest idea he ever had but he couldn’t deny that he was looking forward to it.

***

“Yoongi!”

He turned his head at the sound, watching as you gave him a little wave, walking towards him. He stopped and waited, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his denim jacket. You weaved through the people on the crowded street stopping just in front of him. Suddenly Yoongi felt awkward. Really awkward. Was he supposed to hug you? This friends thing was messing with his head.

“Hey.” He said, giving you a nod.

“It’s nice to see ya,” You gave him a bright smile, nudging him playfully with your shoulder as the two of you began to walk side by side. He gave you a smirk. “Missed me, huh?”

You rolled your eyes but the smile on your lips stayed put. As you walked he felt light. Dare he say it – happy. He couldn’t help himself, seeing your eyes light up at the sight of him had that effect.

“I’m surprised you agreed to this.” You said.

Yoongi clocked a brow at you. “Oh yeah?”

“We’ve never hung out alone and not… y’know.” He thought the blush that tinged your cheeks was adorable. He’d heard down right filth pour from your mouth during sex and now you couldn’t even say the word. It was cute.

“Fucked like rabbits?” He offered with sly smile.

“Yoongi! We’re in public!” You exclaimed. He merely shrugged.

“I don’t care what strangers think of me. Neither should you.” He pointed out.

“How admirable of you.” You replied and he swore he could detect sarcasm in your tone. Sometimes it was difficult to understand you fully with the language barrier.

“Don’t mock me.” He said a little defensively.

“I’m not!” You said with a laugh. “OK, maybe a little.”

“If you wanna start this game we can y/n.” He said deviously, a smirk already forming on his lips. “There’s a lot I can mock you for too.”

“Is that so?” You smirk back at him. “Do share.”

He leaned in close, lips almost brushing against your ear. “Your orgasm face is ugly.”

The laughs spilled from his mouth practically uncontrollably at the scandalized expression that twisted your features. What he said wasn’t true, of course. He just wanted a reaction from you. And react you did.

“Hey!” You stopped walking, mouth hanging open, fists balled at your side. “Fuck you!”

“Don’t make me see the face again…” He couldn’t help himself, laughing more.

“You better be joking Min Yoongi.” You warned.

He just smiled and tugged you by the arm, forcing you to start walking back in step with him. “Come on, we don’t want to be late for the gig.”

***

Yoongi was having a nice time just being in your company. The gig was better than he thought it was going to be, even if he had to keep an extremely low profile to avoid being publicly recognized. He didn’t mind, having been used to doing so every time he was out in public. Fortunately he knew someone who worked at the venue and they allowed you both in to the VIP area. Yoongi felt himself watching you most of the night and every time he realized doing it he scolded himself.

He needed to get a grip and stop acting like he was in love or something. He definitely wasn’t. You just drew him in like a magnet and he felt like he could drown in you.

“Are you just heading back to the dorm?”

Your voice broke the silence in the cab on the way home. Yoongi turned his head from the view of the city lights in the window to yours. You were watching him, face half illuminated by the street lights.

“Yeah,” He nodded. “Don’t worry were dropping you off first.” He said gesturing to the cab driver up front.

“Did you tell the boys you were seeing me?” You asked. This was the first time you’d brought the group up all night. Yoongi shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He’d lied to them.

It’s not that he was embarrassed per say, he was just so used to not telling the truth when it came to you. And he’d created the illusion that he hated you so well he doubted he could go back on it now. If he turned round and announced you were friends no one would believe him .

“No.” He admitted. “I just said I was going out, I didn’t give too many details.”

You didn’t say anything, choosing to give him a nod and turn your attention to the window. He watched you and wondered what was going through your head. For some reason he felt like his revelation had hurt you, but he brushed that thought aside.

The cab eventually slowed, coming to a stop outside your apartment. Yoongi peeked out your window, stealing a look at your place. He’d never known where you had lived until now. He realized it wasn’t far from one of his favorite restaurants.

“Thanks for tonight,” You said quietly, opening the car door. “I’ll see you around.”

The guilt he felt from earlier wrenched at him and he snatched your arm before you could escape. “I had fun.” He wanted you to know because it was true. You looked at him for a moment before speaking.

“Do you want to come in?”

***

His lips were on your neck as you unlocked your door, his front pressing in to your back, arms around your waist gripping you tight. You giggled as the two of you stumbled into your apartment, his lips never leaving your skin. He was sure he was going to leave a mark but he didn’t care, his mind elsewhere. He kicked the front door shut behind him.

Briefly he pulled away to rid you of your jacket before doing the same with his own. He flipped you around so you were face to face. You pulled his face to yours in a heated kiss, hands cupping his cheeks. He slid his hands down your body, gripping your ass roughly so he could pull you flush against him. He wanted you to feel how hard he was, feel how much he wanted this.

“Y/N,” He whispered, pulling away reluctantly. He didn’t want to stop. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“First door on the right.”

He scooped you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your room. He practically threw you on your bed, fumbling for the light switch. He needed to see you.

He stood at the foot of your bed and undid his belt and top button, eyes never leaving yours. “You don’t have a roommate do you?” He asked as he slowly unzipped the denim. Your eyes dropped down to his hands and you chewed on your bottom lip, shaking your head no. “Good.”

“Get over here.” You whispered, running a foot slowly up his thigh getting dangerously close to his crotch. He let you run your toes over his length for a moment before grabbing your ankle and dragging you so that your ass was now at the edge of the bed. You anchored yourself to him with your legs as he leaned down to kiss you. You fumbled with his shirt and he detached himself from you so that you could get it over his head. He helped you out of yours, making quick work of your bra shortly after.

“God,” He groaned as he palmed your tits. “I missed these.”

The sight of your bare breasts made him throb and he quickly took one of your nipples in his mouth, loving the way you arched your back at the feeling. He kissed and sucked his way to the other hard bud and you moaned, hands fisting his hair. “Fuck Yoongi. Your mouth.”

He tore himself away and stood up again. “Take your pants off.” He instructed, removing his own and stepping out of them. “Underwear too.”

He could visibly see how wet you were and he felt desire shoot through his entire body. He stepped between your legs and pressed his cock teasingly against your slit. “You’re a tease,” You said breathlessly as you tried to grind your hips against him. He held you still, stopping you by placing a firm hand on your hips.

“Don’t move.”

He gripped the base of his cock and started to rub the tip against your clit. You were so wet already he slipped easily between your folds. “Shit.” You gasped at the sensation.

“Have you been with anyone else since me?” Yoongi said almost menacingly. You didn’t reply straight away and he ceased his movements, making you whine. “Answer me. Have you let anyone else touch you? Be inside you?”

“N-no. Nobody.”

“Good girl.”

He remained still, using all his self control not to just slip inside of you. “Yoongi please, please fuck me.” You cried, trying to gyrate your hips again. This time he let you, watching you with dark eyes as you ground yourself into his cock.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Get yourself off on my cock. Show me how needy you are for me.”

“I am.” You moaned. “I want you so bad.”

“Shit,” he whispered. “Look at you go. You’re gonna cum all over my cock at this rate. I make you feel that good huh?”

You just nodded, unable to find your words as your mouth hung open in a silent moan. His hands trailed up your abdomen to your breasts and he tweaked both your nipples between his fingers. He knew you were close having slept with you so many times prior and he wanted to send you over the edge.

“I’m cumming Yoongi, I’m cumming.” You whimpered and he watched in awe as you fell apart in front of him. He’d seen you reach your peak many times and he never got tired of the image. Whether it was his mouth, hands or dick that got you there he didn’t care, he just wanted to see it. He slowed down to a stop as you panted beneath him.

“That was quick,” he smirked. “Guess that little pussy missed me.”

You let out a puff of air, lips curling into a dreamy smile. “It sure did.”

He hoisted himself up on to his palms kissing you as he went. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” He asked. The question was redundant and you both knew it but he just wanted to hear the words leave your lips.

“Fuck me, please fuck me.” You begged, trying to pull him towards you but leaned away from your grasp, dipping his dead between your legs and licking a long strip between your folds. You shivered beneath him.

“Sorry,” he smirked at your response. “I just wanted a taste.”

He positioned himself at your entrance easily sliding into you because of how wet you were. He felt a surge of pleasure and his world went white for a moment, only vaguely aware of you begging him to move. You felt amazing. He closed his eyes for a second. “This is too good.” He mumbled more so to himself than you. “How am I supposed to last with you squeezing my like this?”

“Don’t care, just want you to fuck me.”

Yoongi didn’t need to be told twice. He began to snap his hips into you, the bed creaking under the weight of his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. “I need to feel you cum again.” He groaned, guiding a hand to your clit. “I need it, y/n. Give it to me.”

“You’re killing me.” You said breathlessly but you did what he said and started to touch yourself. “That’s it.” He encouraged. “Cum for me.”

It wasn’t long before you reached your second orgasm of the night. You pulsed around him and after a few more hard thrusts Yoongi was cumming inside you, groaning your name as he did. He could never hold on long after feeling you clamp around him, the feeling too intense.

It was silent for a few moments as both of you came down from your respective highs, the sound of your breaths the only thing that could be heard. He rolled over next to you, laying on his back and placing a hand on his chest. His heartbeat was racing.

“I can’t believe I just fucked you on my bed.” You giggled. He turned to look at you with a smirk.

“Why?”

“Just never thought we’d continue this after the tour.” You shrugged as you sat up. Yoongi was silent as he watched you clean yourself up and redress, this time in sweatpants and a shirt. “You can stay here tonight if you want. Its late.”

He hesitated as he picked up his boxers. You had spent a few nights together after sex so it wasn’t like this would be the first time, it’s just that the other times were on a tour bus where he literally had nowhere else to go. Something about voluntarily sleeping in your bed with you felt like a step forward, like you were barreling towards the thing he dreaded most.

A relationship.

Yoongi didn’t date. He wasn’t allowed to technically but that wasn’t the entire reason. Relationships were complicated, messy and someone always inevitably got hurt. He had made the decision when he moved to Seoul that his career was going to be his focus, no distractions. You were a distraction. A big one.

“I should get going…” he trailed off, suddenly feeling the tension shift in the room. “The boys will notice if I don’t come back to the dorm.”

“Alright.” You said in a small voice.

He finished dressing and you walked him to the door to see him out. He couldn’t help but notice how you turned your head when he leaned in to kiss you so you could avoid his lips. He planted a kiss on your cheek with a sigh before bidding you goodnight. He could still taste you on his lips when he got home and climbed into bed. He groaned when he started to grow hard again at the memory of you.

He was doomed.

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radiorenjun · 5 years ago

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Lavender Antics.

→ Pairing: Han Jisung X Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn.

→ Warnings: Very hurtful words. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Swearing, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Word Count:

→ Chapters: 1, 2, 3

You tucked your phone in your pocket as you entered the dance studio to be greeted by your group members stretching and warming up. "Hey y/n!" they greeted in unison, making you smile at how their cheerful aura greeted your exhausted figure. "Hi," you replied shortly, dropping your dufflebag near theirs on the floor.

"How was filming?" Jaehwa asked, letting out a groan when Haneul pushed her back down as she did a split. "The usuals: Jeongin being a crackhead, the director shoving it into our faces that we're going to Tokyo, that donkey being insufferable. Same as always," you chuckle, joining them as you stretched your arms.

"Oh yeah! I forgot you're leaving for Tokyo soon. When are you going again?" Cheonsa exclaimed, massaging her ankles. "Honestly, first Cheonsa was on hiatus. Now you're on hiatus just for some drama film?" Jaehwa chuckled. You rolled your eyes at Kiyeon before answering Cheonsa's question, "Im leaving in two days. I'll be out of your hair for a whole month so enjoy it while you can," you joked.

"Believe me, I know I will." Kiyeon responded, taking a sip of her caffeine. "Oh hush, you'll miss me when I leave." you snickered as you hit her shoulder playfully. "Since you're leaving your dearest best friends behind for some dick, you better treat us to something tomorrow." Cheonsa exclaimed.

"I want steak!" she added with a bright smile. You lifted your fist as if you were gonna punch her, sucking your lip into your mouth as you growled out. "Why you lil-" Jaehwa sat up from her split and patted your thigh, "don't kill anyone just yet, y/n. You still have alot to live for. Plus I don't wanna be the one getting you out of prison," she sighed.

"Cheonsa's not wrong though. You should treat us to something before you leave," Haneul nodded in agreement, making Cheonsa let out a victory cheer at her statement. "I agree. Last time, y'all completely ditched me in that restaurant leaving me to pay that tremendous bill when you all said we were gonna split it!" Kiyeon grumbled.

"It was all planned, by the way." you smirked with a chuckle. "It was Cheonsa's idea for a prank, too." Jaehwa smiled with a nod. Kiyeon glared at our leader who was giving her an innocent peace sign. "Man, I'm really gonna miss you guys when I'm in Tokyo." you sighed, laying your cheek on your palm as your elbow stood on your thighs.

"Of course you will, you can't live without us." Kiyeon chuckled, giving a soft punch to your shoulder. "And Im leaving," you pretended to stand up as the girls chuckled at your reaction. You giggled as you retreated to your former position. "Man, who am I going to talk to in Tokyo when you idiots aren't there?" you whined.

"Yang Jeongin? Or that makeup artist, she looks really nice when I came to visit you on set." Haneul suggested. "Stop acting as if it's the end of the world, you fucking drama queens. Video chatting and texting exists, too, you know." Jaehwa patted your back. You smiled softly at your friends.

"Wait, you're saying that y/n isn't going to die? Damn, I made a whole song and funeral and everything." Cheonsa said in a sardonic tone, causing the whole group to laugh. "You wish. You're stuck with me, get used to it." you wrapped your arm around her shoulder and pulled her to a side hug.

"I really hope our contract ends soon." Cheonsa uttered jokingly. "Very funny," you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. "By the way, have you heard that Chen-sunbaenim is getting married?" Haneul gossiped in a dramatically posh-popular girl tone. "Oh my god, what? Ugh, I can't believe some girl took away my sunbae," you mocked her tone.

"Isn't Sehun your bias, though?" Kiyeon laughed. You nodded with a laugh, dropping the whole fancy act, "though, it wasn't a surprise, really. I mean, whenever I walk by there's always this girl he keeps hanging out with, I'm guessing that's her." you informed.

"Can't believe we're gossiping bout our seniors." Jaehwa shook her head with a chuckle. "What? It's already made public, it's basically the trending topic of the hour. I hope I get invited though, I wanna see my childhood idol get married. God, we're becoming old, girls!" Cheonsa whined, flapping her hands aimlessly.

"You're becoming old, that is. I'm still younger than you," you teased. "Oh hush, just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm getting old for fucks sake. You're probably gonna date that Jisung guy in the future, just wait and see." she tutted with a point of her finger. You pretended to gag, laying a palm on your chest as you stuck your tongue out in disgust. "No thank you," you croaked dramatically.

"I rather date, Shrek, himself than that stubborn cheesecake stealing donkey." you clenched your jaw angrily. "You know, he's not that bad. From what I see in interviews, he looks like a really nice guy to hang out with," Kiyeon shrugged, taking her coffee cup to her lips.

"That is, if he doesn't hate you for no absolute reason!" you exclaimed, flailing your hands up dramatically. "Well, it seems like you hate him too so you're both in the wrong." she smirked. "I do hate him, if that wasn't clear. But he started it first! If he wasn't such a dick then maybe I would've considered him a friend!" you huffed.

"You're being over dramatic. What did he do that was so bad to make you hate him anyways?" Jaehwa rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. You paused, recalling the unpleasant memory, "I don't wanna talk about that." you mumbled, looking at your hands.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Kiyeon grumbled. "Shouldn't we practice?" she asked. "We should, but we really need a break so let's just slack off for a while and get back to practise in a couple of minutes." Haneul suggested. Cheonsa was about to retort when her phone rang, her face lit up at the sight.

"The bf is calling, do what you want. But when I get back, be prepared to be trained hard vocally and physically." she chuckled, walking out of the room with her phone vibrating like crazy in hand. As the door swung shut, there was a peaceful yet awkward moment of silence. "So what now?" you asked.

"Have you packed yet?" Haneul asked, ignoring your question. You scratched your head at the thought, "kinda, but most of my clothes that I already packed are just sweaters and shorts." you shrugged. "I'll help you pack once we get back to the dorm, you always under pack and borrow my clothes or shop for really tacky ones in supermarket stores." Jaehwa laughed.

"Oh hush, I just like wearing comfy clothes!" you chuckled. "Unfortunately for you, comfy clothes isn't an option for this comeback." she grinned with a snap, causing you to roll your eyes at her statement. "Shut up," you groaned.

The door opened slightly, attracting your attention as Cheonsa's head poked through. "Hey girls, I'm about to go to the other dance studios real quick, alright?" she informed with an excited smile before exiting the room once again, grabbing her waterbottle in the process without letting any of us respond to her.

"Appointing her as our leader was the number one worst mistakes of our careers," you announced aloud, causing the girls to laugh and nod in agreement. "Couldn't agree more, y/n. Couldnt agree more," Jaehwa laughed.

A few seconds later, the door opened once again and Cheonsa's head poked into the room. "By the way, you're really gonna treat us to food right?" she grinned with a hopeful and teasing glint in her expression. You chuckled, waving your hand to dismiss her as she laughed and exit the door.

"Guys, is that really necessary?" you chuckled, looking at your members after you checked if your passport and ticket was there. Your members had thoughtfully decided to drop you off at the airport, while wearing unessecary disguises such as a Mona Lisa costume, a moustached detective, Dwayne Johnson's face duct taped to a clown mask and Oli London's face carved from cardboard.

"Yes it is. It's important for us to not be recognized by the public and drop our little y/n off to school." Kiyeon responded, shamelessly fidgeting with her detective hat. "If you guys are gonna walk out looking like that, not only y'all are gonna get recognized by the people, you'll also embarrass me and cause more drama online!" you laughed, crossing your arms as you entered the airport gate.

"Hush, I'm parking the car. You don't want me to make this long and miss your flight do you?" Cheonsa gave you the stink eye through the rearview mirror, gazing at your through her long wig. "Honestly, y'all are gonna be accused as weirdos and get escorted out." you pursed your lips as the car stopped.

"What's so wrong bout wanting to drop off our member?" Jaehwa asked, nudging your shoulder as she shifted her Oli London mask back on to cover her face. "Thank you for the ride," you rolled your eyes and stepped out of the vehicle, quickly grabbing your suitcases and running off before your members could spot you.

As you ran, you lifted your phone to call your manager, informing him where you are. "I'm in the station already, where are you?" you asked, looking around as it was almost 10 minutes til boarding time. "You what?" you gaped at your managers response.

"Hey ugly!" a familiar voice yelled through the crowded room. You winced at the sound of the voice and chuckled nervously at your manager, "you couldn't just come here yourself?" you exclaimed nervously. "Right, you have to check on the other staff." you nodded before rubbing the space inbetween your eyes, ignoring the voice yelling your name behind you that was getting louder and louder.

"Hey ugly!" Jisung exclaimed, showing his pearly white teeth as he layed a hand on your shoulder. You glared at him, giving him the stink eye at the nickname which caused him to chuckle. He has been calling you thathighly insultive nickname since that scene you had to do with you being pushed to a puddle of mud, smearing your face in it.

Playing the role of the bullied popular girl has never been so tough when Jisung became your real life bully. "Hello donkey," you spat as your manager spoke his last words bout checking the VIP tickets and hanging up without giving you a second to reason with him.

"Im here to pick you up!" he chuckled, his heart shaped lips forming a bright smile that never left his face. You shuddered before gripping the handle of your suitcase tightly, "I am very much aware, thank you very much." you answered with a shaky breath.

"Let me help you with your suitcase," his hand reached to grab one or your suitcase which you slapped away due to your suspicion. "I don't trust you enough with my suitcase, who knows you might leave it here when we board." You said with a raise of your eyebrow.

He frowned at your words, his lips forming a scowl before he rolled his eyes. "I was just trying to be nice, sheesh, don't need to be a bitch about it." he shot back, pulling the straps of his backpack to his shoulder before leading you forward to where the rest of the cast were sitting.

You felt his hand hit your back gently, you flinched at the contact looking back at him as you cursed in response. "What the fuck was that for?" you exclaimed, looking back at Jisung. Jisung just looked at you with an unbothered expression, "Chill out, Ms.Y/n. I'm being nice here, there was a bug on your back and I took care of it for you," he rolled his eyes.

"You're welcome." He smirked, crossing his arms as you glared at him suspiciously before sitting down with a nod. You continued to speak with your co-worker, Yeoreum, who was playing the role of your bully. Despite her role, she's an absolute sweetheart.

"I see you and Jisung are bickering, once again." Yeoreum smirked, offering you a lollipop which you happily accepted. "Im not surprised anymore, it's become a daily routine now." you sighed, sipping your lemon tea. "Your members didn't come to say goodbye?" she asked, "I wanted to see them before we leave."

"Trust me, they did. They dropped me off and dressed up as if tonight's Halloween or something. But to be honest, if I didn't leave them alone I would've been bombarded with more paparazzis than I was three minutes ago," you chuckled, showing her a picture of them with their ridiculous costumes on your phone.

She burst out laughing, grabbing your phone in her hands. "When we arrived at the hotel, we're definitely video chatting them to see if they still have those ridiculous outfits on, right?" she smirked. "I don't know... Im probably gonna feel to tired to even open my eyes," you joked, earning a strong push from her.

"Y/n!" she whined, shaking your figure vigorously. Jeongin groaned, feeling interrupted from his game. "Director-nim! Yeoreum is bullying me!" you laughed, whining playfully. "Would you guys shut up, you're distracting us from our game!" Jisung complained as he tried to focus what's happening on the screen of the Nintendo Switch before him.

"Shut up, donkey." you chuckled as you lined up for the VIP section of the plane. You heard Jisung snickering behind you, only to be smacked by a disappointed Jeongin who was shaking his head in disapproval. "Honestly, why are you like this?" he mumbled.

"Shut up," Jisung laughed, nudging his friend as you continued to walk towards your seat, subtly giving him a look filled with suspicion. "What's wrong with him?" you muttered to yourself, sucking your lollipop as you sat down next to one of the staff who was already fast asleep.

You plucked in your earphones and fidget in your seat to get into a comfortable position, you turned on your favorite playlist and relaxed in your seat, drifting off to sleep in a matter of minutes.

You stretched as you exited the plane and entered the airport, reuniting with the rest of the cast. Jisung was giggling behind you despite his tired eyes boring into yours. You raised your brow, "what are you laughing bout?" you asked with a croaky voice.

"It's 2 in the morning, what could you possibly be laughing bout?" you repeated in a cranky tone. He giggled before shaking his head at you, continuing to grab his suitcases. You huffed at the peculiar boy giggling away infront of you, rubbing your eyes to try and wake yourself up a lil bit more til you arrive at the hotel.

"Hey y/n. Is that sign on your back always there?" Yeoreum asked, dragging her suitcase behind her, pointing at your back. Your eyes widened as your arms quickly reach to venture your back, feeling a piece of paper taped to the fabric of your hoodie.

You gripped it and pulled it away from your hoodie, taking a closer look at the slightly crumpled paper. "What the fuck?" you whispered under your breathe almost inaudibly. Written in bold letters was a big 'KICK ME' in an oh-too familiar handwriting.

You growled, crumpling the piece of paper and tossing it into a garbage bin. "Han Jisung, I am going to slaughter you!" you exclaimed, running up to him who surprisingly ran for his life. Due to your lack of sleep, you were a little slower than him so you gave up.

You spotted him hiding behind his manager, his head poking out. He looked at you with eyes wide awake, grinning like the cheeky bastard he is, you raised a fist at him. He stuck his tongue out playfully at your small threat. You raised a middle finger at him in response.

"Alright then, once the bus to the hotel arrives, sleep as much as you can. We're going to start filming late this noon til midnight, so get all the rest you can." the director announce with a yawn, going through the files and looking at his wrist watch.

The whole staff groaned including you who was checking your phone, notifying your parents and members bout your safety. "I take it back, I'm gonna be sleeping like a pig for the next ten hours" you groaned at your costar. "Geez, weak." Jisung chuckled before yawning into his mouth.

"Im sorry, Mr donkey. I didn't order a glass of your opinion," you rolled your eyes at him. As the bus came to a stop infront of you, you yawned taking the first step with Jisung half asleep beside you. You chuckled to yourself at the sight of the older boy yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

This was going to be a long month.

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heidianderson · 4 years ago

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

[DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] who’s that? oh it’s [HEIDI ANDERSON]. i hear they’re [TWENTY] and are known as [THE TEMPEST] around [NEW YORK]. they’re also a [SOPHOMORE] at [NEW YORK UNIVERSITY], and are part of [WNYU-FM]. they’re known to be [COOPERATIVE & PRIDFUL] and [TIMID & UNTALENTED]. some people say they remind them of [PERFECTLY COILED LOCKS, TV STATIC POURING THROUGH A ROOM, & PERFECTLY TIMED ANNOUNCEMENTS]. only one way to find out!

TW: parent abandonment

basic information

FULL NAME: Heidi June Anderson

NICKNAME(S): N/A

AGE: Twenty

DATE OF BIRTH: August 31st

HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California

CURRENT LOCATION: New York, New York

ORIENTATION: Lesbian (closeted, identifies as pansexual)

RELIGION: Her dad wants her to practice Scientology, but she refuses, so no religious affiliation

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Democrat

OCCUPATION: Student/Radio Host

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Lives off campus in an apartment (roommate needed!)

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, some Mandarin Chinese

family

FATHER: Cooper Anderson

MOTHER: June Robinson-Anderson

SIBLING(S): N/A

extra

SUN: Virgo

MOON: Gemini

RISING: Virgo

LIKES: True crime, being noticed, the color blue, making her dad proud, gold jewelry, headbands, freshly ironed cotton shirts with matching cardigans

DISLIKES: Disappointing her dad, feeling like she’s not living up to her mom’s potential, bright colors, manipulation, people using her full name

headcanons

When Cooper Anderson travelled back to Lima in the spring of 2012 to visit his younger brother what he was not expecting was to meet a girl eight years his junior studying literature at Lima’s Ohio State campus. June Robinson was exactly the kind of girl Cooper liked to get his hands on. Pretty, recognized his celebrity status, and was smart enough to keep up a conversation with and while normally their story would have ended after their one night stand, they decided to exchange numbers and keep in touch. This led to nightly texting which turned into good morning texts which turned into FaceTime calls which turned into June hopping on a plane to California (the same week as Cooper’s own brother’s wedding). By the time June had landed, Cooper had been given the news that his younger brother had gotten married to his high school sweetheart, the older Anderson just had to retaliate. There was no way he was about to not be told about his own brother’s wedding let alone not be in attendance to cause a disturbance, so he did what any sane person would do. He proposed to June, without a ring, but he covered that one up by telling June that there were going to go to a jeweler and pick out a ring that she wanted. The two didn’t plan to get married that week or even that month, but somehow after June had her pretty engagement ring on, they were running down to a local courthouse.

After the marriage was finalized, June had the most amazing trip in Los Angeles before going back to Lima and finishing up her semester before fully transferring to a campus in LA where her and Cooper could live together and start their life. For two people who jumped the gun on getting married, they surprisingly handled domestic life fairly well. They were happy. Cooper was acting. June was writing. Their income was fairly stable, even if sometimes Cooper had to pick up a random commercial gig or June had to do freelance article work just to make sure they could pay rent for the month. They made things work and despite Cooper’s poor acting chops, he managed to make it big doing random B-list movies and playing roles in random crime shows. Everything was just so good and one thing they agreed on. No kids. Why would they mess up something that was already so perfect?

Well, that was all said and done until they were coming up on their 8th anniversary. Maybe they did want children or maybe they were having a bad case of relationship boredom. They had already travelled, excelled in their careers, what more was their to do besides have a couple of kids? Which is exactly what they did. Heidi June Anderson was born on August 31st, 2024 happy, healthy, and giggling. And again, things were completely fine until they weren’t. It wasn’t long after Heidi’s birth that things started to go south. It had nothing to do with Heidi specifically, but more of the events that transpired after her birth. June got lonely, she wasn’t writing as often, and she was in a rut. It didn’t help that Cooper had some hot blonde as a co-star either on his new movie while June was still recovering postpartum. So, she found solace in a close friend of hers and it wasn’t long before Cooper pieced things together and found June with another man in their own bed. Incoming divorce and custody papers. Everything happened when Heidi was way too young to even piece together a memory of her mother and wanting to move on from the life she built in Los Angeles, she moved away to some European country but that wasn’t the last time Heidi saw her mom. They worked out an agreement where Cooper got full custody, but June had all the visitation rights she wanted as long as she was in town. That wasn’t very often though and by the time Heidi was ten, the visitations stopped altogether.

Growing up with Cooper as a dad wasn’t the worst possible situation. They had pizza for breakfast and cereal for dinner and Cooper always made Heidi watch any movies or tv shows he had been in and made her review and critique them all (Heidi was always one to point out Cooper’s lack of pointing in certain scenes). This meant she had to sit through many, many hours or Cooper “starring” on multiple crime dramas and she gripped onto that. Her entire life she had been shown the showbiz side of life, getting chucked into singing, dancing, and acting lessons and even though she was still watching her dad’s content, she fell in love with crime shows, begging Cooper to put on episodes that wasn’t even his. She wasn’t about to up and become some kind of criminal, but the cases were just so entrancing.

At some point during Heidi’s childhood, Cooper began to realize that he couldn’t raise Heidi by himself. He needed some sort of help from his family so Cooper packed himself and Heidi up to Lima, Ohio. Partly for help via his own family, but he also was more hopeful that June would visit Lima to see her parents more than come to Los Angeles to see her ex-husband and daughter. While in Lima, Heidi spent most of her time with her paternal grandparents while Cooper would be off travelling back and forth to Los Angeles, New York, Atlanta, and anywhere else he could find work.

During her formidable teenage years, Heidi had almost chosen to go to William McKinley High School. They had an okay academic and arts program and she lived in the district, but her dad would stand for no such thing. Him and his brother both attended Dalton Academy for most of their teen years and Heidi’s own mother had attended Crawford Country Day and was a crucial member to the Canaries during her own high school years, Heidi’s options were limited and she knew the path her dad wanted for her. She was an Anderson! She was born to sing and act! So, she ended up at Crawford and opting to go for uniforms and rich girl tactics and quickly joined the ranks of the Canaries.

The only problem with Heidi being in the Canaries is cut down to one simple fact - she was simply untalented. She can’t sing, dance, or act very well. This is something her own dad would never say to her, but she’s simply an okay performer. The only real reason she was able to compete and be on the team was because with her extensive background of dance classes and vocal lessons, she can hold a pitch and she can learn choreography and her slight athleticism allowed her to keep up with whatever was thrown at her on the Canaries. It also helped that her dad was a huge booster.

After graduation, Heidi originally had her eyes set on Los Angeles. The sun, her hometown, the gorgeous people, but after visiting New York University on a whim during her senior year, she fell in love with the campus. As much as she wished she had hated it, she didn’t. Now she’s studying at Tisch with a cinema studies major and she’s really happy about it all. Initially, Cooper wasn’t happy with her choice, wanting her to go for something in the dramatics, but he’s come to realize that path might not be for Heidi.

Heidi’s recently started working at her school’s radio. She didn’t mean to, but it provided some extra credits and looks nice on resumes, so she decided to tack her own weekly radio show on. She gets to play whatever music she wants and talk about whatever’s going on in her mind and Heidi’s starting to get really comfortable being in front of the mic every Tuesday.

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vavuska · 5 years ago

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"Evita" (1996), starring Madonna as Eva Durate de Peron and Jonathan Pryce as Col. Juan Domingo Peron.

"On the Balcony of the Casa Rosada"

Vocals: Jonathan Pryce, Nick Holder

[Is the day of Peron's inauguration on June 4, 1946 four months after his victory in what was by most accounts a cleanly tabulated election. In six currently available biographies in English of Eva Peron there is no mention of a balcony scene on this day (as there was when Juan Peron addressed a crowd of 200,000 late on the night of his release from custody on Oct. 17, 1945). There was a triumphant ride to the Casa Rosada and a ceremonial transfer of power there in the White Salon under a gleaming chandelier.]

ANNOUNCER ON BALCONY

People of Argentina! Your newly elected President - Juan Peron!

(The CROWD begins to chant "Peron! Peron!")

PERON

Argentinos! Argentinos! We're all workers now! Fighting against our common enemies - Poverty, social injustice, foreign domination of our industries! Reaching for our common goals - Our independence, our dignity, our pride! Let the world know that our great nation is awakening, And that its heart beats in the humble bodies of Juan Peron - and his wife, the first lady of Argentina, Eva Duarte de Peron!

(The CROWD now begins to chant "Evita! Evita!".)

(Afert Madonna sings "Don't cry for me, Argentina")

What this meme means?

This is an old post about the banish of palm oil because palm plantations are reputed to be a major factor of global deforestation. Displacement of indigenous peoples, deforestation and loss of biodiversity are all consequences of our palm oil consumption. Italian corporate Ferrero is one of the biggest world's brand to use palm oil in it's products, one of them is Nutella.

In 2015, France's Ecology Minister Segolene Royal declared that people need to stop eating Nutella because it is made with palm oil and damages the environment."We have to replant a lot of trees because there is massive deforestation that also leads to global warming. We should stop eating Nutella, for example, because it's made with palm oil," she said, during an interview with French television network Canal+.

That's why Salvini, strumentalizing ignorance of the people about environment and international goals of Rio de Janeiro and Paris agreements, started claiming that foreign industries were trying to sabotage Italian economy, expecially the most loved edible product in Italy: Nutella!

Scores of the world’s biggest consumer brands have agreed to phase out deforestation through the use of sustainable palm oil by 2020, but this goal looks far out of reach for many, according to separate reports from the campaigning groups WWF and Rainforest Action Network. Brands are failing in their commitments to banish deforestation from their supply chains through their use of palm oil, despite making public claims to environmental sustainability, according to two reports. However, Ferrero is the one that makes most progresses toward phasing out unsustainable palm oil from their supply chains.

Salvini had a long love / hate relationship with Ferrero's Nutella: in the "Palm Oil Affaire" was a great italian agri-food industry that must be preserved by foreign bureaucrats (in 2015 French Environment Minister Segolene Royal suggested Ferrero use raw materials others than palm oil, which contributes to deforestation) and their environmental claims, but later become also an enemy for small agriculture economy in Italy, because Ferrero uses hazelnuts from Turkey (and also Italy, Chile, South Africa, Australia, Georgia and Serbia).

In December 2019, during a speech in Ravenna, Salvini said: «La Nutella? Ma lo sa, signora, che ho cambiato? Perché ho scoperto che per la Nutella usa nocciole turche, e io preferisco aiutare le aziende che usano prodotti italiani, preferisco mangiare italiano, aiutare gli agricoltori italiani. »

TRANSLATION: «Nutella? But did you know that I change product, mrs? Because I discovered that Nutella uses Turkish hazelnuts, and I prefer to help Italian companies that use Italian products, I prefer to eat Italian, to help Italian agri-food producers.»

Nearly three-quarters of the world's hazelnuts come from Turkey and the biggest buyer is Ferrero, maker of Nutella, the chocolate and hazelnut spread. Ferrero consumes alone about 20% of global production of hazelnuts, while Italy, that is the second largest producer of hezelnuts in the world, provides only 14% of global production of hazelnuts, so it is necessary use hezelnuts from other countries too. By the way, Ferroro invested in a project that aims to enlarge Italian production of hezelnuts to 30% of global production.

However, the nuts that comes from Turkey are picked mainly by migrants, including children, who work long hours for very low pay.

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bnhablessings · 5 years ago

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Confession

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing? (C’mon it’s Bakugou here of course it’s going to be a swear storm)

Words: 2,881

So I recently got into 19 Days (I binged read all of it within a few hours and omg I love it so much. I’m so mad it took me this long to get into it) and this was inspired by the moment between Xiao Hui and Jian Yi and a letter. I am trying to be vague for those who haven’t read it lmao but yeah, this was created because I love 19 Days and the characters remind me of Bakugou and the squad :’)

(I am being so self-indulgent forgive this mess I made)

I am tempted to somehow make a reader insert for 19 Days now help me

I headcanon that Bakugou’s favorite word is fuck

“Mina, this is getting annoying. I don’t even get why people like me,” You murmur as you hand her yet another note received by a guy from another class.

She scans it with ease before laughing. While pinching your cheeks she murmurs, “It’s because you are the cutest thing alive. However, I am curious as to why you turn them all down. You got so many hotties looking at you all the damn time! I’m jealous!”

A new voice pops up and slings around your arms, “Yeah. Why turn them down? As a potential male who loves you, I am curious to know!”

Denki is, of course, teasing you but it makes you flush in embarrassment. You don’t say a word… until they give you the puppy dog eyes. You cave in.

“I have my eyes on one person but… he’s out of my league. He’s amazing so I just can’t imagine myself by his side,” You state in a slightly saddened tone.

Unbeknownst to you, they already know you are referring to. Their number one favorite person to annoy and a mutual friend of yours, Bakuhoe. They also hate how dense you are and how stubborn he is because it’s obvious the way his behavior slightly changes around you that he likes you too.

As if the two can read minds, they lock gazes with each other and seem to agree upon something.

“I know (Name)! I think you should give one of your suitors a chance!” Mina states loudly.

Denki nods his head frantically in agreement as he yells, “Yeah! Go out with me!”

“I need to go yeet myself off the roof now since you’re being too loud with my problems,” You murmur as you hurry to leave the classroom to evade all the looks you’re getting from your peers.

Mina and Denki merely smile at each other in victory. Yeah. They’re about to play terrible matchmakers but in the end, they will win with this. “Shall we go let Sero and Kirishima in on this?” Mina asks as she puts her hand out in a silent deal.

“We shall.” Cue the devil horns on the two.

~*~

You groan into your desk. Throughout the week it feels like your problems with suitors have increased. You feel awful for turning them all down and slowly you are feeling like Mina may be right. Maybe it is time to at least give it thought before turning a person down.

A flick to the back of your head forces you to look up into ruby red eyes. Your heart freezes from the concerned look you are getting before it falls. Right, he will always just be a friend.

“What’s up with you?” Katsuki questions

You sigh inwardly as you try to act like your normal crackhead self. “I was just thinking about how I want to become as muscly and angry as you so I can take down everyone in my path.”

Immediately, a vein pops from his head and you regret everything. Before he can punch you like he normally does when you say something stupid, Denki and Mina appear before the both of you. Denki casually wraps an arm around your shoulders while Mina looks up with a glint in her eyes.

“Say (Name), I heard that an attractive person from Class B gave you a note this morning. Did you think about what I said?” Mina questions most definitely catching Katsuki’s attention.

You sigh this time not hiding it as you get up. “I need to get a snack before Aizawa comes back,” You state.

In your absence and now stuck with worse idiots, Katsuki gets visibly even more annoyed. “What the hell are you two planting in her head?” He growls out affected by how distant you seemed lately.

“Oh! She’s been having trouble with confessions lately so we merely suggested she should give one of them a chance,” Denki states like it’s no biggie.

Katsuki’s eyes widen and his scowl grows. A popping sound is resonating from his hands. Mina and Denki try to hide their smirks. Checkmate for jealousy.

~*~

“I’m thinking about giving (Name) a note,” Eijiro states looking rather serious.

This stops conversation in the Bakusquad especially as Katsuki glares at the red-head. You are absent today so the squad has finally decided to enact their plan that should take effect tomorrow when you return from school.

Hanta is smiling as he asks, “A note? Like all the confessions she’s been getting?”

“Yeah! It seems pretty manly to do so, and she is really cute so I figured why not?” Eijiro laughs while scratching the back of his head.

He knows the risks since Katsuki gets weird about you. He knows he might get slaughtered but it’ll be worth it to finally see you together. To his and all of their surprise though, Katsuki doesn’t say a word. He looks angry as usual.

Deciding to up it up a notch, Mina asks, “Do you even like her though? You know (Name) is sentimental. She’ll want the relationship to mean something.”

“Well, we’re already friends and she’s not the type to make things awkward so I have a feeling it’ll be different. If not, it was a manly try!” Eijiro goes on.

When no reaction happens Denki gives it one last shot, “What do you think Bakugou?”

“Why the fuck do you wanna know?” He growls out.

Eijiro feigns excitement as he goes on with the idea, “Yeah, Bakubro! You know more about her since you two are close! Do I have a chance with her?”

“I don’t fucking know or care so fuck off,” It’s so painfully obvious he is pissed off from this topic.

The four members of the squad all sigh in an almost defeated way until a new voice speaks up. They turn their head to see it’s Todoroki who was listening in on the conversation.

“It sounds like you do know and do care from the distinct sound of popping,” Todoroki states.

Katsuki stands up out of anger now and questions, “How the hell does it concern you?”

When Todoroki doesn’t say anything Mina gets a look of pure horror on her face as she turns to face the squad. They all have some stupid way of communicating with each other with just their facial expressions.

You don’t think he likes her, do you? Mina is horrified at the thought.

No way, he and Bakubro just have a rivalry going on. Nothing new. Eijiro somehow conveys with the frown on his face.

I think he likes her. Hanta is eyeing the dual-haired boy.

Find out! The mission can’t fail! Denki is making the X movement with his arms.

“All of you are pissing me the hell off with your stupid faces! Stop moving like that too dunce-face!” Katsuki yells at them. They wince but are grateful he didn’t get the meaning behind their faces.

Mina ignores the insults as she turns to look at Todoroki and asks, “Do you like her?”

Todoroki is intimidating as he is silent in his pondering. With a nod to his head, he vocalizes his thoughts, “Yes. It’s none of my business what you do Bakugou but it’s obvious from the way you act that you like her. It’s a shame that she has interest in you as well but if you’re going to play denial that gives me the advantage.”

The whole gang’s faces light up at his words. Not the fact that he admitted his like towards their favorite girl but the fact he pointed out that the two idiots obviously liked each other. They turn to face their angry boy only to see his face completely blank.

It stays that way for the rest of the day.

~*~

“Did I miss much yesterday?” You ask softly.

Katsuki says nothing making you furrow your eyebrows at him. It’s just the two of you in the hallway since you both arrived earlier than usual. You were ready to give up on speaking to him since he’s being weird until he shuffles himself to look at you.

“Do you like someone?” His question is harsh and usually, the tone wouldn’t have bothered you if he didn’t quickly add, “Some of the guys who ogle you were fucking annoying yesterday, asking me where the hell you were.”

Ah, your heart feels like it’s stinging. Reluctantly you answer, “I do and it’s stupid because they wouldn’t like me back.”

His expression remains hostile but his tone is a bit less harsh as he asks, “What are they like?”

“Annoying and stupid, so a bit like me I guess? He doesn’t hesitate for the things he wants. He sucks at communication but so do I. However, I know he cares deep down for the people he loves. It’s a trait I admire and I know they’ll be the number one hero one day,” You state with a sad smile on your face.

You described him obviously but the look he’s giving you is one of disgust. “Oh fuck- They’re in this class? Annoying and stupid- Is it fucking Deku or that stupid Icy-Hot?!” The venom in his voice is terrible but understandable since he thinks you’re describing the people he loathes.

You don’t get the chance to explain as you hear a happy voice call for you along with the rest of the squad.

“(Name)! I missed you yester-“ Eijiro doesn’t get the opportunity to speak more as Katsuki almost explodes his face off.

He’s on the floor from the impact but he’s fine. You hear him groan. Yeah… he’s fine. Katsuki mumbles, “It’s too fucking early for this goddamn nonsense.”

When Eijiro gets back up he looks at you excitedly and speaks again, “I need to giv-“

He’s back on the floor. Mina looks at Denki and Hanta with confusion. Mission status: closer but almost a failure?

Well, they know Katsuki isn’t going to let Eijiro “confess” to you.

~*~

In the courtyard, the Bakusquad is trying to regroup during their lunch break. It felt like a long day that hasn’t gotten anywhere with their plan.

“Well, that was a bust,” Hanta states.

Eijiro groans out in pain but manages to speak, “Bakubro is manlier than I thought to protect his crush from me.”

“You got hit 49, nope, 50 times. I think you’re manlier for not giving up sooner,” Denki states as he casually passes over a list of tallies he made for each time the poor red-head got assaulted.

Mina sighs loudly as she asks in desperation, “Don’t we have a backup plan? I thought the jealousy thing would’ve worked but he’s just stopping all Kiri’s advances. Why did it have to be this hard?!”

“SHUSH! HE’S COMING!” Denki practically screeches from seeing how ticked off Katsuki is as he stalks towards them.

The boy is literally shaking as if he’ll explode himself. However, instead of the yelling they were expecting, he speaks in an eerily calm voice. That terrifies them even more.

“When will you fucking give up? I am aware you are just being so damn annoying to try and match us up. There’s no way Shitty Hair would ever seriously confess to her because that would be breaking his so-called man code. Knock it off before I get furious. Got it?” Katsuki growls out.

Hanta is the first one to speak, “Awe man, you knew?”

“If you knew the whole time then- You like her and she likes yo-“ Mina is cut off when Katsuki finally loses it.

He yells at them the anger and slight embarrassment evident in his voice, “She doesn’t fucking like me! Okay?! So drop it!”

“Why would you say that? She doe-“

As Eijiro and Denki try to convince the vicious boy that he’s wrong, Mina spots a certain dual-haired boy headed inside with a white envelope in his hands. Her eyes widen and immediately she jerks her elbow into one of the boys by her, which happened to be poor Hanta. He looks to see where she is looking and gets the hint immediately.

Mina slaps a hand over Denki’s mouth while Hanta does the same to Eijiro and they both apologize. “We’ll drop it. Are you going to stay out here and eat with us?” Mina asks knowing fully well he wants nothing to do with them at this moment.

A split second passes and his reply is, “Fuck no.”

Bingo. Mina gives her fellow boys a look suggesting that they best put on their ninja mode.

~*~

Katsuki walks the halls to head back to the classroom. It’ll be a while before class actually starts but he needs the time to think for a bit. However, that thought flies right out the window as soon as he hears your soft-spoken voice right around the corner. He stops and sticks to the wall to eavesdrop.

“Todoroki… what is this?” Your voice is doubtful and it sounds like you are giving something back to him.

Katsuki is deathly still as he listens to Icy-Hot speak, “You know what it is. I know it’s in vain because you already like someone else, don’t you?”

When you speak, Katsuki is surprised at how shaky your voice comes out, “Yes. It’s stupid but yes. I was going to try, really try per Mina’s request to say yes to someone’s confession. As soon as I saw your envelope I was going to say yes- but I just- I just can’t.”

“It is Bakugou, correct?” Todoroki questions.

Katsuki can’t explain it but his blood is boiling yet again. This time he is angry at himself because this just doesn’t seem correct. Your words from earlier don’t match now.

“Yes.”

Todoroki hums and asks, “May I know why?”

You reply without a hitch and this time with a certain fondness in your tone, “He can be so damn infuriating. He is smart but can be a bit dumb as I did say similar words to him earlier and he thought I was referring to you or Midoriya. Even if he denies it he’s a pretty good friend. He takes care of us. I’ve never seen someone deny friendship the way he has but still remember details that no one else would-“

Katsuki’s heart is pounding. He’s pissed because he was wrong. Even more so that you are confessing everything to Icy-Hot about him and not to him. It bothers him that the stupid Icy-Hot guy thought he had a chance with you and even more so that you could’ve said yes if your feelings weren’t strong enough for him. He can’t take it anymore.

You freeze in absolute fear upon hearing footsteps step out as Katsuki finally reveals himself. Todoroki hides a pleased smile and states, “I’ll be taking my leave now. I’ll see you in class (Last Name).”

You’re too in shock to return his goodbye. Instead, you’re contemplating on running for your life or pretending that Katsuki didn’t just hear your confession. The look on his face suggests there are no options as such.

Still you decide to play dumb, “Hello, Bakugou. Fine weather, we’re having, huh?”

STUPID. STUPID. STUPID.

“Dumbass,” Katsuki mutters under his breath before he tugs you by your wrist and pulls you into him.

It was worth a shot but now you are awkwardly frozen. Of course, you were expecting a yell or a punch from him but since that didn’t happen you were hopelessly confused at this new unexpected soft side of him. He’s hugging you tightly.

His breathing is ragged as he seems to be having an internal conflict in his head. You feel pain on your cheek as he decided to pinch it.

“I fucking like you too, idiot. Your mine now so if you get any more of those damn confessions, tell me and I’ll set them straight.”

He removes his fingers from your cheek and this time you pull him into a hug, unable to contain the happiness you’re feeling from having your feelings being mutual.

“By the fucking way you are the annoying and stupid one,” He growls out as he finally remembers the insult (though it is a trait you adore).

You laugh as you purposely say, “Whatever Bakagou.”

“BAKA?! Fucking whatever. It’s Katsuki to you now.”

~*~

Once the Bakusquad and Todoroki hear yours and Bakugou’s footsteps disappear to the direction of the classroom, they finally start high-fiving each other, minus Todoroki who is pleased.

“I had no clue you were just bluffing about liking her! What are you some kind of genius?!” Mina questions the dual-haired male.

Todoroki simply shrugs and states, “You guys weren’t too quiet about your whole plan you made. Watching you guys fail was painful as well. You simply need an obstacle to make you think desperately and have Bakugou fall into your hands.”

“We weren’t quiet? Maybe that’s how Bakubro found out,” Eijiro laughs.

Denki shakes his head as he does the finger gun motion to Todoroki, “Either way thank you for helping us out! We needed it!”

“I’m just glad Mission get the idiots together worked!” Hanta states.

Todoroki shakes his head, “See. Even the name for the missions is too obvious.”

Mina just smiles. The mission was successful.

#boko no hero academia #mha #bnha #fanfiction #oneshot #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #fluff #anime #manga #19 days #reader insert #cute #bakusqaud #todoroki shōto

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micdropragnarok · 5 years ago

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Replay ☁️ [9]

When SM hire you for three months to work on a new NCT comeback, you were simply looking forward to spending some time with your brother, Mark. What you weren’t looking forward to, however, was seeing your ex, Johnny, who you had broken up with right before NCT’s debut. Does time and distance really make the heart grow fonder?

Johnny x Reader, Idol x Producer AU, Social Media AU

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You looked at your work planner. Final EP submission date. Album shoots. Music video concepts and shoots. Dance practices. Final listen. Lots of unfamiliar aspects that you had known would be a part of it all, but hadn’t realised would be so soon. And so cramped together. You still had a few more weeks before you needed to submit your final EP, and you had room for one more song. You wanted a slower one, an acoustic guitar based track with just vocals overlapping it. The lyrics didn’t seem to want to come to you, however. You knew that your closest friend Emily May would help you with that when you went to LA in the next week. You were excited. You had spent a lot of time in LA since you graduated college, and had become friends with lots of western artists and producers there. You hadn’t been back since landing in Seoul, and were looking forward to a week in the sunny city. You hadn’t mentioned it to Johnny, and seeing that it would be the first time being apart since your reconciliation, you were a little bit nervous. It had been your busy schedules which had driven you apart the first time, after all.

4 Years Ago

“Mark, I appreciate your concern, but stay out of it. At this point I don’t care if he’s slept with 10 people. It just gives me an excuse to end it.”

“You don’t mean that…” Mark replied anxiously. You sighed, your phone pressed against your ear as you ran faster on the treadmill at the gym you were at, 5,000 miles away from your brother, and your boyfriend. “Its just they did look a little friendly.”

“Mark. I haven’t seen Johnny in 2 months. We’ve literally been apart for ages, and he’s not been calling as much, nor have I. This is not surprising to me. That just seems to be the way things go. I’ll talk to him. Thanks.” You ended the call, throwing your phone behind you, not caring if it broke. What did break was the dam of tears you had been holding back. You continued running on the treadmill, trying to ignore the strange looks the people around you were giving you.

You rang Johnny as you were heading back home, not caring about the lateness of the call, given the time difference. “Hey. You alright?” Johnny asked, his voice thick with sleep.

“Well, not really, Johnny. I don’t know why Mark is calling me telling me that you were getting cozy with your makeup artist,” you said, your voice scathing. Johnny was silent.

“I don’t know what Mark thought he saw, but nothing happened. I love you. You know that.”

“Maybe that’s the problem, Johnny. Maybe that’s why we keep dragging this out. We say we love each other, but this is just cruelty,” You said, your eyes filling with tears once again.

“Y/n… What are you saying?”

“I’m saying… I’m coming back to Seoul tonight and we can talk.” You said, your resolve kicking in. “I… I’m sorry, Y/n. I do love you, you know,” Jonny murmured, his voice sad.

“I know, Johnny. I know. We’ll talk.” You hung up, not wanting to get more emotional over the phone.

You decided on your flight back to Seoul what you were going to do. You didn’t want to hurt Johnny, but you knew that you were killing him slowly, just as he was burning the life out you.You had tried to make things work, but you weren’t built for long distance - and certainly not when you were both too busy to make enough time for each other.

Johnny had said that he would pick you up from the airport. He was true to his word, and you ran into his arms, hugging him close. You smelled his familiar cologne, and for a second, you crumbled, not wanting to leave him. He held you tightly, sensing the urgency behind the gesture. His head buried into your neck, he pressed a soft kiss on the inside skin. You stayed like that for a minute, forgetting the world and everything around it.

The car ride was quiet. Not silent, a few exchanges were made, but they were largely pleasantries. Johnny had agreed to drop you off at your place, let you freshen up and then you would go over to his to talk it out. You were strangely calm. More calm than you had felt in a long time. That was how you knew you were making the right decision.

You stayed in your shower for far too long, the water cascading down your skin, reminding you of what you were about to do. Your tears went down the drain with the water. Eventually, you got dressed, not bothering with make up, and just tying your wet hair into a bun which was unintentionally messy.

You hadn’t wanted to drag things out. But you hadn’t wanted to break up with Johnny, and had been hoping he would have been the one to do it. But he clearly loved you too much too. You couldn’t do it anymore. It wasn’t fair to either of you.

You knocked on his door, and found Johnny in sweats, his hair ruffled like he had been running his hands through it a lot. “Hi,” you said nervously.

“Hi.” He replied, touching the back of his neck as he let you in. You headed to his couch, sitting down, crossing your legs. He sat opposite you hesitantly. You waited until he looked comfortable before speaking. “Firstly, I just want to say I’m sorry. For everything. For the last few months. I understand that we haven’t been like we were. And I don’t think its fair to either of us to continue like this, when its just hurting us both.” Johnny nodded in agreement.

“I agree, we can’t go on like this.” You realised Johnny probably meant that things could change. You wanted to make yourself clearer. “Johnny, I think we should break up.” Johnny looked up, his expression a mixture of shock and sadness. “Oh. Is that what you want?” He asked.

“Of course I don’t! I love you Johnny. You know that. But this is hurting both of us. I love my job, I know you do too. Neither of us want to change that. And I would resent you for asking me, as I’m sure you would. So let’s not,” You said, exhausted.

“I wouldn’t resent you. I would do it. I would give everything up for you, why don’t you get that?” Johnny said, raising his voice. You shrunk back. It always made you anxious when Johnny got angry, mainly because it was a rare occurrence. The happy, funny guy that you fell in love with was gone. “I won’t let you. You have far too much going for you. I would hate myself for letting you do that,” you said firmly.

“Then maybe we should break up,” Johnny said, his face now devoid of emotion. You nodded.

“I have been thinking about it on my way back, Johnny. I just want you to do well. Thats all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t want to hold you back. And… well, I don’t want you to hold me back either. I don’t want to jeopardise what I’m starting to create. I don’t want to miss you when I’m not with you anymore. It… it just hurts too much.”

“Do you think you won’t miss me just because we’re not together anymore?” Johnny asked. You shrugged. “I hope so. I don’t know. I just know this is what is best, for both of us.” Johnny sighed.

“I don’t want to fight you on this if its what you want.”

“I do.”

“Okay. I’ll let you go.”

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Go on and face it, I'll never be ready for you, I swear my love is a curse, make you head over shoes

#johnny suh x reader #johnny fanfiction #johnny seo x reader #johnny fanfic #johnny x reader #nct #nct fanfiction

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axe-trio-commanders · 4 years ago

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~Magic Cats~

Ssso this has been sitting in drafts for too long, time to post it regardless because I want to talk about the different legions and magic because other people have been talking about cat lore and i have Many Thoughts and also no one on this site is capable of stopping me now.

A read more here because oh boy a suggestion of conversation topic somehow turned into an entire essay because I have absolutely no self-control whatsoever. (Might also be a Yahuk appreciation post at this point. Also, just a... general warning for a society failing its people and causing all sorts of insecurities and general mental un-health, mostly involving failure to conform to expectations. Also mention of death.)

Flame

So! First, Flame Legion. Clearly, they have a bit of an advantage at the moment because they never really lost magic? Even after the whole truce thing, they're still clearly using it, and best boi Efram seems intent on letting everyone learn it. It doesn't seem to be exclusively magic they're using, not quite- there's a half-decent bit of engineering in some of their weaponry, and they still compliment their smoke magic with knives. Granted, it's... definitely primarily fire magic. I'm not sure if that's jut more natural, or if, say, more water-based elementalists or mesmers just aren't allowed as much status (or encouragement) as those that can use fire.

Iron

Iron legion, as a very stark contrast, seems... very, very opposed to magic. I don't recall ever seeing an iron charr use magic. Create things to contain magic, yes- primarily ghosts- but use it? There's plenty of engineers, for... maybe obvious reasons, but I couldn't give you a clear example of an iron legion elementalist. (Feel absolutely free to prove me wrong by posting many pictures of iron legion elementalists, though.) Heck, it's Efram that suggests it, but adding a 'flame legion kick' to Iron's weapons being an entirely new idea seems a little... telling. Heck, it's not hard to imagine using magic to improve your weapons is seen as 'cheating', at best.

Drawing off the 'Iron Fist of the Legion' personal story, it's pretty clear that Iron legion is incredibly strict. Samona (my precious, precious child whom I hold dear to my heart after re-reading two lines of dialogue from her) is quite literally banned from inventing for letting an Ash Legion charr into their super-secret-weapon base (that Ash already knew about because they're Ash), despite the fact that she only did so to stop Flame (who also knew about it) from sabotaging the entire thing. Good intentions don't matter- strictly following orders does. Her centurion describes the legion as a 'siege engine'- everything has to be predictable, and in working order- and, well... magic, as far as the legions are concerned, is anything but predictable.

Blood

Blood legion, while probably still biased against them, seems... less strict. I could, in fact, name a blood legion elementalist- Yahuk Fellstrike. I'm probably going to be going off a lot of his dialogue here, but you can get a lot from what he says after you rescue him from Flame in the ash legion story mission. The fact that you can specifically ask 'how was being an elementalist in blood legion' is... pretty telling in and of itself, and he admits that some officers got upset about it, but neither Rytlock (good on you, bud) nor his warband really cared. So it's definitely discouraged, still, but not outright banned. Then, in the next question, you ask about him joining your warband in Ash, and he says the officers were rather upset about it- heck, Rytlock only agrees to it because he likes you. (I fought one ghost with you sir I do not understand-) It's also worth noting that it seems like Rytlock called the mission in the first place- though, granted, he might have personal reasons for liking this particular warband. (Eyes Crecia) Still, Yahuk evidently gained enough respect that charr other than Rytlock and his warband didn't want him to leave.

There's also probably plenty more examples of magic-use in Blood legion, the obvious one being Crecia (though between her clear experience with subterfuge and poisons and and offhand comment about Rytlock around grothmar involving 'keeping it in the legions' I had to verify that she'd never somehow gotten Ash training somewhere, especially considering the 'why can't we just set them on fire instead of this sneaky sneak nonsense' that Yahuk's journal makes pretty clear, and honestly she miiiiight be a bit of an outlier bc Bangar seems to be kinda Like That sometimes). It's harder to be in blood legion and use magic, but if you can clearly destroy your enemies without mercy you'll probably be more-or-less fine. (Besides the inherent mental damage that having to work significantly harder than everyone else to prove yourself in a society that very much values aggression and violence causes, but like. They won't actively prevent you from ever using it or ban you from the legion. Just a bit more trauma, you’ll be fiiiiiiine.)

Ash

And then... and then there's Ash legion. I'm going to talk a lot about it because it's where my Commander's from and I have a lot of Feelings about it, but there's gonna be a lot of subjective stuff because we don't really know a lot about them? We don't know their homeland, don't know much about their imperator, don't have a lot of Big-Name-Characters in the story from that legion besides their imperator- heck, even being in the legion as part of your personal story doesn't give you much. But, from that and how other charr talk about them, we can gather that... well, no one else knows anything about them either, and... Iron and Blood don't seem to like them very much? I don't consider anything in Bangar's speech when he’s praising them to mean anything on this point because it's... Bangar, but there's a good few instances of other legions' charr clearly vocalizing distrust and a general distaste. (Yes I'm looking at you, Ryland. Stop teaching Braham these things. Rude child.) Generally, the theme is that they're untrustworthy and cowards in combat- which... well, no, you don't send Ash to the front lines, you send them behind the lines. (Them and Crecia, apparently. This isn't to hate on Crecia, she's wonderful, this is me being very very suspicious of every single one of Bangar's motives- actually I could probably make a whole other post comparing her and Yahuk at this point, but this is long enough already;;;). But you know what else most Blood and Iron charr generally find to be indicative of untrustworthiness and cowardice, to the point of being shunned entirely or having to overcompensate for existing?

Magic.

I don't have any other solid evidence for it, but... it's Ash legion, there's no solid evidence for anything so I do what I want. And it makes... sense. In Ash, who makes a better spy than a mesmer? Who can spy on Flame better than an elementalist? Sure, charr find magic users more shifty in every legion, but you're in Ash, you're shifty by association already. Judging by the interaction between Rytlock and Torga (in the previously mentioned Ash personal story), it seems that Ash doesn't like other legions involved in their business. (They just want to be involved in everyone else's business.) They do what they want, how they want to do it, just so long as it gets done. It's a bit hard to judge, but they don't seem to have the rigid order the other legions do- and, diving just... right into speculation territory, I'd like to think this allows their fahrar's cubs to develop a little more... naturally? The lack of emphasis on being a fighter or some sort of engineer means that warbands of all sorts of skills and specializations could result, making the legion more versatile- something incredibly useful for a legion focused on sabotage. Sure, the easy way in is having a bunch of thieves, but if you can have an axe-and-torch-wielding ranger in your warband and still get the job done? Yeah, sure, you'll just get different missions. Have a lot of engineers? Great, you can spy on Iron. A lot of fire elementalists? Cool, go dismantle Flame from the inside and incite rebellions. Have a lot of mesmers? Imagine the possibilities. Just, y'know, know that we have seven other, better mesmers watching, and if you betray your legion you die. Different combinations, letting cubs grow up into their own skills, only means you can very likely have at least one available warband specifically tailored towards any mission you could ever want- any charr could be Ash, because an Ash legion charr is allowed to be anything.

...Except liked by the other legions.

Going back to Yahuk's case, beyond simply being good enough to gain the respect of his legion, it's very possible that joining Ash is seen as a... downgrade, an option for charr who aren't quite good enough for their own legion- a sort of catch-all. Yahuk seems to join you because a) his warband's dead (and finding a new one as an elementalist probably won't be easy), b) you saved his life, and c) helping him murder a whole bunch of the charr who murdered his warband probably gives you a whole lot of respect points. The 'officials' don't want him joining Ash, even when his whole warband is dead, and again- Rytlock only agrees because he respects you personally.

And then, going back to Samona... her own agreement to join your warband is quick and happy enough, which might be a mix of her own personality and various other reasons- but talking to her centurion is probably the most telling. Despite the harsh punishment, he doesn't really seem to dislike Samona. He says most of those she'd worked with would still be her friends, doesn't refute her being sweet and clever- but he does believe she'll do better in Ash, rather explicitly so, lamenting that he couldn't give her the flexibility she needed to work well while she was still in Iron- but an Ash legion warband could give her that. Despite how little the other legions know about Ash, what they do know is that they allow that sort of flexibility, that they have use for Charr that just don't fit in other legions; their 'Square cogs'. Even Samona, who... likely doesn't have an ounce of subtlety.

Now, Samona doesn't seem to care much, because... she's Samona, and neither would any charr raised Ash, but for any other charr, proud of their legion? Having to join Ash is signifying of a failure to be who you were raised and molded to be. Plenty might rather become gladium. Even for magic-users, it's the easy way out- and, clearly, neither Blood nor Iron have any respect for 'easy'.

And... boy, for Yahuk...? He might have joined out of respect for you, but then... you left. For someone who'd likely tried so hard to gain the respect of his own legion... what does that say about him? He knows why he joined, who he is, but that's not clear to anyone else, and Ash doesn't value the same things Blood does. The respect he's managed to gain means nothing to them. His ferocity means nothing to them. The leader he respected is gone, and evidently, isn't coming back- what does he have left?

...

...So, uh.

Anyways, tldr, magic in flame is normal (when it's fire, at least), magic in iron is outright heresy, magic in blood is only okay if you're really good at murder, and magic in ash is actually just fine but no one else likes them so it doesn't really solve anything.

...And Yahuk needs therapy. Like a lot of therapy. Please let him have therapy.

Thaaat being said, this is the impression I got playing through as an Ash legion charr, and I’ve probably missed a few things. Feel absolutely free to critique!

#charr #gw2 #gw2 headcannons #and to think i was going to try and fit this in an /ask box/#ahah no #no this is nearly 2000 words #and i could still write more about this too???#lws4 spoilers #personal story spoilers #i think in the process of reforming the legions they need like #an entire legion of charr dedicated to therapy #they need it #they need it so bad #yahuk fellstrike #samona ironclaw #i'm never completing that achievement btw #i don't care if it gives me a mastery point i'm not doing it #it's illegal #crecia stoneglow #yes this is my excuse for zori having the temperment of a clingy house cat #no i will not change this #rytlock: didn't your primus ever teach you that showing emotion is weakness #zori: ...no?? are you okay????#text post #long text post #like just so very long text post this was /not/ intentional when i started writing what happened #death mention

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cutie1365 · 6 years ago

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A Kid from Queens Part 10

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: language, lmk if I should add anything

(no Far From Home spoilers)

A/N: I’ve mapped out the rest of the story through Homecoming and I’m excited!!... Please give this some love! Like and reblog, let me know your favorite part and what you think is coming next in the comments! Please, these things are so small but help us writers so much! Thank you!

Masterlist linked in my bio. Taglist in the reblog (inactive will be removed)

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The moment you woke up you knew: today would not be a good day. Your head was pounding, it was as if you had a pulse vibrating from ear to ear. You threw the covers off of yourself and sat up, your legs dangling over the side of the bed. You held your head in your hands for a moment before glancing to your bedside table, where you noticed a glass of water and pain meds that you certainly didn’t put there.

You were immediately struck with a wave of embarrassment. You didn’t expect to get that drunk, and you hated feeling like a burden. You felt horrible that Peter had to go so far out of his way to get you home and into bed.

It wasn’t until you were pulling the coffee pot out of its metal entrapment that you remembered.

I kissed Peter... and confessed that I liked him.

Your face went flush, all you could think about was how your father would kill you and Peter if he ever found out. Yesterday’s article already has him suspicious.

You felt trapped, you were running through your mind what you would even say. Surely after your brief texts last night he’d want to continue the conversation. Before, you could be honest when you said nothing happened, now... not so much. You didn’t want to lie to your father, or yourself. Slowly more and more memories came back to you from the party and you began to feel a pressure in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was just embarrassment, or anxiety for what was to come, or a combination of the two. You needed to get out of the tower, that was all you knew, you needed to escape and take some time to sort everything out.

That’s how you ended up two hours later at the compound upstate. You weren’t sure yet if you wanted to forget about everything that happened, or to fixate on every detail and relive it.

You hadn’t even been sitting on the balcony of your room for 30 minutes when you heard a jet landing. Surely your father wasn’t back a week early?

You slowly made your way out onto the tarmac, greeting a few Stark employees on your way. Your feet hit the dark pavement and you waited, wrapping your arms comfortingly around yourself wondering what you would even say to your father. You had no idea.

The jet door fell open as your father began his descent down the stairs and it hit you. All your emotions at once: guilt, embarrassment, heartache, all of it. As Tony’s eyes landed on you, he raised an eyebrow in confusion before shifting into parent mode.

“Young lady we got a lot to talk about-” Tony began to scold you as he stepped of the plane, an authoritative finger pointed at you. He was cut of by you throwing yourself into his arms, wrapping your own around him, breath shaking as you began to cry.

Tony was confused and stood frozen for a moment before enveloping you in his arms and rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

“Baby, what happened?” Tony asked, worried.

You unburied your head from his chest and looked up at him. He saw your tears, your expression, and your inability to articulate what was wrong. It was as if you couldn’t form the words. Your lips parted to speak but you just shook your head.

“You gotta talk to me, kid, I can’t read your mind.” Tony spoke softly.

“I- I fucked up.” You confessed, and he raised a brow in response.

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An hour later you found yourself sitting in a conference room with Tony and your publicist, Linda. You’d told Tony everything... well, nearly everything. You’d left out some of the intimate details, but he got the gist. You’d agreed on one thing: no more secrets. He wasn’t mad, per se, sure he felt betrayed but at the end of the day he understood. Young love wasn’t a mystery to him, even though most of his younger days were spent as a playboy.

Tony wanted you to be happy, as all fathers would. But he also recognized the conflict of interest. He was the figurehead of the Avengers. You couldn’t be dating someone who is practically a member of the team, especially one with his identity still a secret. That was another thing you had agreed on: for both of your safeties, you couldn’t be together.

Now this agreement was met with tears... lots of them. You knew you’d be putting Peter at risk, and you’d be sneaking around. You were tired of sneaking around. You wanted to love someone and let the whole world know. You wanted to be happy with no buts. You were tired of buts.

I want to be with you... but we can’t tell your father.

You’re brilliant... but you’re too young.

You’re a Stark... but you’re not Tony.

So you vowed, from that day forward, to never lie to those that you loved unless absolutely necessary. No more secrets. You’d made a promise. You’d also made a mess of things and had a press nightmare that needed to be dealt with.

That’s where Linda came in. She’s been your families publicist for years. And you had rudely hung up on her at the party. Maybe if you had listened and never went to that stupid party none of this would have happened. Of course, that picture of you and Spider-Man would still have been circulating New York faster than one of your jet engines.

Linda had a plan. She didn’t know that you actually knew Spider-Man and that the article was true. She just thought you didn’t want the bad publicity, and to be linked to a ‘vigilante’, especially with everything going on with the Accords.

In reality you didn’t care about protecting yourself from this backlash, you cared about protecting Peter. If the public thinks you’re dating, the bad guys will think that too. Starks have enough enemies and you didn’t want to put him in the line of fire, no matter what your heart wants. You had to change their minds... whatever it takes. Linda had a plan... but so did you, though you knew your father would hate it.

Linda’s plan was, well, going to be fucking exhausting for you. For years you’d denied any and every interviewer that came your way. You had always hated the idea. You were an electrical engineer, not some media plaything. But you knew that if you wanted to have any control over the public’s image of you, and to keep Peter safe, this was the price. You would do all of the shitty interviews you detested for years: Vogue, Vanity Fair, Cosmopolitan, you get the point. You’d play their game, steer the conversation.

“Are you sure this will work?” Tony questioned, knowing you were very vocal about never doing interviews. They didn’t care about what you had to say or your brain, they cared about how you look and your last name.

“It would have about a 75% success rate. We can’t delete the article, we can’t make people forget, but we can change the subject. I think we would have even better results if there was something equally as big that you were moving that subject too.” Linda explained.

“And it won’t look suspicious that I’ve never accepted an interview in my life, and now after this picture comes out I’m on everyone’s screens?” You asked, skeptically.

“With the right cover you should be fine. I was thinking you could be promoting the philanthropy work of Stark Industries.” Linda suggested.

“What if we were announcing some type of new grant or scholarship program? Promoting kids in the STEM field, open for anyone to apply? We could be offering a few internship positions or a chance to meet Tony, something interactive, worthy of an announcement.” You spit-balled.

“A real Stark Internship program.” Tony nodded. You both knew that was Peter’s cover when he went to Berlin, so why not make it a real thing? It had also been something you were thinking about, despite the unfortunate circumstances it had been brought up in.

“It’s perfect, we can even have you doing some of the interviewing, so there’s another incentive.” Linda beamed.

“Great, how fun.” You rolled your eyes, Tony gave you a warning look as if to say ‘You don’t get to be picky, we’re trying to fix your mess here’.

“I think this will work perfectly. I’ve got some friends at NBC so I bet I can get you on within the next week. We need to start big, maybe late night, and work our way out. I’m thinking YouTube, I’m thinking morning talk shows, you’re gonna be a household name by the end of the month.” Linda stood, excited, and rushed off to get to work.

You put your head down onto the cold conference table and sighed. Tony rolled his chair towards you and began to rub your back.

“You’re doing the right thing here kid.” Tony spoke softly.

“Doesn’t feel like it. What will I even say to him?” You looked up to him, eyes prickling as tears threatened to spill.

“The truth never hurt.” Tony suggested. Since when did he get so grown up and mature?

“Then why do I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest?” You groaned, laying back onto the table, your head hitting it with a thud.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the dramatic one here, right? You had a crush, he’s a good kid I get it, but you’ll get over it. Right?” Tony said, as if it was going to be that easy.

“Mhmm.” You let out a mumble of agreement, but something told you it was never going to be that simple. It never was when it came to you and Peter, you would always have unfinished business.

“Alright, come on I got something that will cheer you up.” Tony helped you to your feet and took your hands into his, “Close your eyes”.

He led you from the room, and judging by the proximity and number of turns, you had surmised that he led you into the lab.

“Are you ready?” Tony asked, you simply nodded, “Ok open ‘em.”

Your eyes shot open and grew wide. Anyone else would have seen a triangular hunk of metal sitting on a table.

“Oh my god, did you finish it?” You lifted it gently from the table and began to analyze it.

“Mm, it’s a little finicky, needs your magic touch kiddo. Have fun.” Tony patted your back and left you to work. He knew that was exactly what you needed to get your mind of everything. You needed to tinker, you needed to create, to think and use your mind, and most certainly not think about Peter Parker.

You had been so concentrated on your work that you didn’t notice a figure drifting through the door.

“Ms. Stark, I had not expected to see you here at the Compound.” You recognized the voice immediately, one that had guided you your whole life, and yet now he was, well, a ‘he’.

“Vision! You scared me.” You laughed.

“My apologies.” He smiled, accessing your work. “Working on something new?”

“It’s just a housing unit for nanoparticles. One day one of these will replace all of Tony’s clunky old suits.” You smiled.

“Well if anyone can do it, it’s you Ms. Stark.” Vision smiled politely.

“Thanks Vision. How’s the compound been here without me?” You joked, taking a break from your work.

“I must admit it has been quieter. It’s not quite the same without the Captain and Natasha. Perhaps we need some ‘young blood’ as they say, like your friend Mr. Spider-“ Vision began but was cut off by F.R.I.D.A.Y. altering you of an incoming call from Happy. You quickly apologized to Vision before telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to put him through.

“Y/N,” Happy sounded frantic, as per usual these days, “The kids looking for you.” Your eyes grew wide, you weren’t ready to face this yet.

“Happy, I’m upstate.” You stated.

“Upstate? You promised me Monday.” Happy spoke and it was as if you could hear his heart palpitating with stress.

“Everything’s packed, you can have it moved out whenever you want. Hap, I gotta go I’m in the lab.” You hoped he could move your stuff out early and cross one thing off his to-do list, not that it would have much of an effect on his stress levels.

“Well what do you want me to tell the kid, he won’t stop texting me.” Shit. If he had been texting Happy that probably means he’s been texting you, and that wasn’t something you wanted to deal with right now, but you knew that the longer you put it off the worse it would be.

“I’ll be back Monday Hap, I’m sure you can handle him for two days.” You snapped, ending the call. You rested your head in your hands with a sigh.

“It does not bode well to put off our problems Ms. Stark, especially when involving your heart, and the heart of another.” Vision spoke wisely, as if he understood the entire situation.

“Easier said than done Vis.” You muttered.

You spent the rest of the night tinkering in the lab. You had a suspicion that your father could have very easily finished his work on the housing unit, but instead saw it as an opportunity to both distract you and keep you busy.

When you finally decided to retire for the night with a nice hot bath, you had yet to check your phone for most of the day. You were dreading the inevitable, but as you tucked yourself in bed you knew you had to face it sometime. The bright screen illuminated your face as you read the notifications littering your lock screen.

Peter Parker 9:45

Hey, how’re you feeling this morning?

Peter Parker 2:30

Stopped by the tower to check on you, you ok?

Missed call from Peter Parker at 4:41

Peter Parker 8:50

You’re kinda worrying me Y/N, are you ok?

You felt bad for ignoring him all day, but even now all you felt was embarrassment at your actions the night before. You weren’t sure how he was going to react in the light of day. Details of your conversation were still blurry, but you sure remember that kiss, and him pushing you off of him. Sure he did so with good reason, and it was the gentlemanly thing to do. Why had you even decided to do that in the first place? You decided on a quick and simple reply before your thoughts began to spiral and throw you into another panic attack.

Hey Peter, sorry I’ve been in the lab upstate all day. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’ll be out of town til Monday.

Vague but better than ignoring. And only a little white lie. You decided to return to town tomorrow, Sunday afternoon, not Monday. You knew Happy would have moved your stuff into the apartment by then and you’d like to start unpacking.

As you attempted to fall asleep, you tried to keep your mind off of Peter, but that proved to be an impossible task.

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The next morning, you enjoyed a peaceful drive back into the city. When you arrived, the movers were still working on getting all the furniture inside and into place. Instead of sitting in the apartment and watching them work, you decided to take a stroll around Central Park to clear your head. You needed some alone time with your thoughts to work out everything. You still had details to put together for the Stark Internship and the execution of Linda’s plan to get the world to stop asking about Spider-Man. She basically wanted to turn you into some sort of social media influencer, and the idea disgusted you.

You spent the rest of the night thinking and relaxing, vowing in the morning to start working on the piles of boxes now littering your apartment.

And true to your word, that’s what you did.

As Monday afternoon rolled around, you had successfully unpacked and organized the contents of about 15% of your boxes. Not a small feat considering half of them were shoes; thank god for walk in closets.

You were busy unpacking boxes of books and alphabetizing them onto your book shelves in the living room when you heard a knock at the door. You furrowed your brows in confusion, not thinking anyone knew this address besides your father.

You opened the door, revealing the curly haired boy that had consumed your thoughts for three nights in a row now.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” You asked, a stack of books still in your hands, letting him into the apartment. Your heart sank, knowing what you were about to do.

“I just wanted to talk to you about some stuff.” Peter admitted, while you walked back to the bookshelf and resumed placing the books into their new home.

“Peter this isn’t a great time.” You tried to put this off, hoping maybe you could prolong this internal purgatory you were in.

“Y/N, about the party-“ Peter began, fidgeting with his hands nervously.

“Ok, guess we’re doing this,” You slammed the remaining books from your arms down onto the coffee table, whipping around to face him, “Listen, um, I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry. It was a mistake. I was drunk, I’m overwhelmed with all this moving stuff and-“

“It’s ok.” Peter nodded sweetly, but you could tell he was breaking inside.

“It’s not,” You didn’t even sound like yourself, like you were already playing the role of the woman your father and publicist so desperately wanted you to be, “My father was right, this can’t happen Peter. There’s too much risk involved.”

“What if it’s worth the risk?” Peter asked, almost begging you to listen. You removed your hands from your hips and began to wave them about as you ranted.

“People like us don't get to make that decision Peter, we don’t get to choose ourselves over the job we have to do, and the people that need to be protected.” Your voice raising in volume.

“Is this your dad talking, or you? You really don’t think you deserve to be happy?” Peter argued, knowing you didn’t sound like yourself. But his words hurt, because you knew he was right and there was nothing you could do, because you knew how dangerous it could be.

“I think you should go Peter.” You spoke, turning your back to him, you dropped your head into your hand. Peter thought you were angry with him, and had turned in an attempt to restrain yourself, so he tried once more. Last chance.

“Y/N. Look at me and tell me honestly that it was a mistake, and that you don’t care about me.” Peter spoke with more confidence than he had the whole conversation. You turned back to him after a minute and slowly dropped your hand and lifted your chin, your vision clouded with tears.

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Your voice shook as your tears ran free. Peters eyes grew wide, he hadn’t expected that.

And almost in a moment of clarity he realized, you did care about him, that much was obvious from your reaction, but he also realized this wasn’t your decision. And that meant that you didn’t have much power to change it. You were hurting, and he just wanted to sweep you up in his arms and make you forget all the pain, but he knew that would make things worse.

As he left with a nod and a mumbled apology he realized just how much of a fool he had been. A fool to think he, just some kid from Queens, had a chance with the brilliant billionaire he’d soon never be able to forget.

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You gave yourself an hour to cry and grieve the loss of someone who’s still alive, before making your way back out into the world.

Linda had her plans... and so did you. You knew there was one thing you needed if you really were going to sell this whole ‘perfect Stark girl’ media image and finally put to bed the Spider-Man rumors.

That’s how you found yourself, two hours later standing in front of a large oak door in a sundress. You knew the best way to forget about Peter, was to occupy your mind. You needed work, a distraction, and answers. Were your intentions pure? No, but then again neither were his... and you were getting impatient.

You knocked again, as the door was pulled open, revealing a face in utter shock.

“Y/N?” He asked, his eyes growing wider, if that was even possible.

“Thomas. We need to talk.” You spoke with so little emotion that it scared even you as you strutted past him and into the lavish townhome.

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