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tenacityreturns · 7 years ago

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saw you in a dream // im gonna be // im sorry // hide & seek // talk // it will be me // everythings alright // almost lover

Kagami woke up feeling like everything was as it should be. His body was stiff from yesterdays training -- he had neglected to go to the baths afterward to relax his muscles in favour of crashing like a light. Noya came to see him, or had that been a dream? Maybe it was. Kagami couldnt remember anything specific, just waking up and seeing him nearby. Smiling as he extended his fingers to brush against that familiar cheek, then pinching soft skin playfully. There had been something strange in his eyes, though, like there was something wrong. Kagami fell asleep again before there had been a chance to say anything.

The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced it had been a dream. Touching his cheek like that? Definitely dreamt it. Well, whatever, he’d just ask when he saw the guy at breakfast. Hey, lifelong bestie, did I stroke your cheek last night? Even if he did, he wasn’t too concerned. Noya could just laugh it off, and Kagami wasn’t going to be embarrassed about it if Noya didn’t care.

He’d been difficult to read lately, not like usual. Something was off. And in the last few days, the guy had been extra fucking miserable. By that, of course, it meant a little more volume, a little louder laughter. Anything to cover up how he really felt. Kagami could see through it, but Noya brushed him off when he’d ask. Nothing was wrong, everything was fine, don’t worry about it! Yeah, like he’d just forget about his best friend being upset.

When they were in class, and in training, and in the mess hall, Kagami kept getting these feelings that Noya disapproved. He knew there were aspects of their future job that Noya didn’t like, but the taller teenager also knew better than to question it. Soldiers’ lives were not comfortable, they were not soft, and this was war. They had to be tough, ruthless. It was all in the name of the Fire Nation, and what an honourable name at that! He knew his friend would push through this phase, that he’d get over himself soon. It must have been a little shocking to him, that was it! Kagami had always hung out around soldiers, and around tough crowds, he figured that he’d just been more aware of the dirtier side of life. Not that soldiers were living rough at all! And Imperial Guards, they really had it good! And Noya and Kagami had each other, as they’d always said. Sure, since Noya was part of the Royal Guard thanks to his impressive bending ability, they’d separate. But they’d find the time. They made a promise.

Noya wasn’t at breakfast, no one had seen him. Kagami ate and talked with the others from their group, figuring his friend was just sleeping or something. Then he wasn’t in his room, or the showers, or the training grounds. Kagami had to attend training, but he was distracted. It was weird not to hear from him by now, and if he’d gone anywhere, wouldn’t he have taken Kagami with him? Yeah, he would! He’d have said something. Weird, but Noya was the most powerful bender in the area, Kagami wasn’t exactly worried about him.

Then he wasn’t at lunch. Kagami asked an S.O., but he didn’t have anything useful to say. Noya didn’t skip meals, not when it meant a little downtime to hang with friends. Not when it meant sitting with Kagami. Not that they were inseparable, or anything! Except, they kind of were. It was how it had always been. And worse still, people started asking him where Noya was, why it was so quiet. Like hell he knew! If only he did.

Dinner. Nothing. Evening? Nothing. He was in major trouble for skipping training without organising leave. Kagami said that something had happened at home to cover him, but that would only work until they checked it out. Noya would still get punished for it, they’d say he should prioritise his work over personal commitments, but at least it provided an explanation.

Another day passed. What the hell? Kagami was getting nervous. Had something happened?

On the fourth day he was able to leave the camp. He immediately headed for Noya’s house. What the fuck? He was angry at this point. How come he thought it was alright to just SKIVE? And worry the hell out of him? This ASSHOLE. He had a part to play in their team, he had to turn up for training or else they’d boot him! Or beat him. Probably both. This Agni damned idiot! Unless he was sick, but Kagami was STILL mad because he should’ve been there! Not hiding out at home! Or should have tried to tell him so he wouldn’t worry!

When Kagami arrived at Noya’s, he burst in through the front door without thinking. Then as an afterthought, he knocked and introduced himself. “It’s just me, I’m looking for Noya! He’s not at base, can I come in?”

But his (startled) mother hadn’t seen him either. Kagami checked his room, just standing by the door with his hands on his hips. There was no sign of him. Kagami played it off, said that it had only been a few hours so as not to worry her. Then he left. Feeling worried. Not mad, just fucking worried. He searched everywhere. All over town, asking at shops and bars, passers-by that they knew.

He checked their clearing, that space in the woods. No one was there. It looked so empty now. Something felt really wrong. Where the fuck was he?

Kagami spent all day walking. He hadn’t stopped to eat, and only just made it back in time for curfew. Worry stole his sleep. He wasn’t functional the next day. No one knew where Noya was. No one. That night was the first night that he cried about it. His throat strained trying to keep the sobs silent, and he swapped his blanket for Noya’s when they were changing bedding. It made it easier to get to sleep at least, but the fact that it smelt like him, and when he’s open his eyes, Noya wasn’t there made him ache. Ache to his core.

The next day was melancholy. Who knew what to tell the giant redhead who couldn’t sleep without thinking about the guy who had upped and gone? So the left him alone, and it was for the best. He didn’t have anything to say, anyway. He just wanted Noya back. Rumours were already floating around that he was a traitor, and Kagami had a busted lip, black eye, and bruised shins from defending him. The facial injuries were from a fight he’d started, or technically THEY had started when in the decision to bad-mouth Kagami’s best friend. The shins were punishment for said incidents.

But Kagami was still saving Noya a seat at the table. He refused to believe that he’d just gone. His mother had no idea where he’d gone, Kagami didn’t know. He couldn’t imagine where else to look. He kept up the search, but couldn’t stray too far from camp due to time restraints. He’d returned late three times in this last week, he couldn’t risk suspension. This was still his life’s dream, to be in the army. To be good.

Day six and he felt sick, but sicker still when it was announced that Noya was being officially marked as an outcast. What!? Why! There were no grounds for this! Wasn’t this too short of an absence? What if he was sick? Or hurt somewhere by himself? Or worse? What the hell? A week?! He made his way to Noya’s house as soon as possible, asking too many questions. He knew the answer to most of them, just didn’t want to think that maybe Noya WAS traitor material. He wouldn’t just leave, right? Kagami didn’t suggest that Noya that his ranks had cast doubt on him like a terrible shadow, he couldn’t upset this poor woman any more than she already was. She knew the seriousness of Noya’s crime. Alleged crime.

But no, there was no alleged about his absence. Noya had really left. Left his mum. Left him. Kagami didn’t know if they’d ever meet again, because the penalty was death, and if Noya was captured out there, he might die in the struggle to arrest him. He might die of starvation, of the cold, of anything. Could he already be dead? No, he couldn’t be. He’d be--- alright? Wouldn’t he? Fuck. Kagami didn’t know. This wasn’t fair. They’d PROMISED to stay together forever, if not by each other’s side than through their bond. But Noya had left without even saying goodbye. That dream he’d had on the day that Noya disappeared only upset him further, because either it was a cruel dream foretelling what he’d lack, or it had been Noya. Had Noya visited? Had Kagami touched him? How could he have touched him and not made Noya change his mind?

Or tell him about it? Or demand that he came too? Why was Kagami so fucking easy for him to leave? How could Noya leave his mother? She didn’t have anyone else. Kagami stopped visiting once Noya was officially branded as a traitor. The Fire Nation acted fast in this decision. Noya was a criminal. It wasn’t that Kagami didn’t want to see his mother, to just check in, but it hurt. How the FUCK could Noya leave them? It messed him up. He didn’t understand. Couldn’t

How was it that if he was found, Noya would be sent immediately to the higher-ups to be tried and potentially executed? That didn’t make any fucking sense. It was NOYA. Noya. The guy was going to enter the Royal Guard! He was going to protect the Fire Lord! Noya had always said they’d stick together. This wasn’t fair. What the hell?

The seventh day apart was shit. And the eighth. And the ninth. How come the Fire Nation decided on traitors so quickly? How come Noya had fucking gone without a trace, out of the fucking blue? How come Kagami wasn’t able to sleep right or eat right or concentrate? His chest ached constantly. Everywhere he looked, he was reminded of Noya. How could he just give up on their shared dream like this? So many fucking questions, no wonder his head always hurt.

And it wasn’t like Noya was JUST his lifelong best friend whom he had known since the beginning of his memory -- as if that wasn’t enough. How many years had Kagami’s hormonal teenage ways added romance into the mix? Maybe he’d realised that he loved Noya differently before becoming a teenager, but it wasn’t until he was older that he had figured out what that MEANT. He hadn’t wanted to ruin the friendship, though. How funny! Hadn’t wanted to do something that might make the guy hate him. Hilarious! Hadn’t wanted to make him leave. Kagami was sure it hadn’t been that that had made him run away, though. He’d have been able to pick up on those kinds of vibes, for sure. No, his instinct was saying that it was more serious. Maybe he was a traitor. He didn’t know, but he did know that Noya’s heart wasn’t in defending the Fire Nation. Not after those meetings he’d had with the Royal Procession. They’d upset him, even though Noya didn’t say as much, Kagami knew.

Why hadn’t Noya just TALKED TO HIM about it? What the fucking shit? Did he trust Kagami so little? Not care what he had to say? Betrayal set in HEAVY on day nine. It turned to cold rage on day ten. Day eleven and he ran into Noya’s mum on one of his long walks (subconsciously still looking for Noya). That set him back to the start. Desperately longing to find his dumbass, lost friend. Kagami couldn’t imagine leaving without saying goodbye. Maybe Noya hadn’t loved him as much as he claimed to have done.

CONTINUED.

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comfortbucky · 3 years ago

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Hey! Can i request a cold, lonely ex-hydra reader × bucky who falls in love with her. Adding some panic attacks and nightmares of the reader.

i love this idea!!! thank u for submitting🥰

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pairing: avenger!bucky x ex-HYDRA!fem!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers, angst (if u squint), soft!bucky

warnings: canon level violence, description of injuries, blood is mentioned, panic attacks, anxiety, nightmares

A/N: i just came up with a random name for the HYDRA leader the reader is after🤣 so just ,,, ignore // also!!!! i tried out a different writing style than what i’m used to! hope u don’t mind🥺 just been feeling like a lot of my writing is the same and wanted to try something new!!!

word count: 3.5k (this is so long LMAO sorry 😭 literally why am i like this)

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The suit that you once considered a second skin, now felt uncomfortable and constricting, like a python squeezing the life out of you. Although, it made sense since the very organization of the uniform you were wearing did exactly that.

HYDRA.

For so long you were just another mindless pawn to them, just doing without every actually thinking. Unlike your younger brother, Alex. They indoctrinated him as well, getting a hold of both of you from a young age, but he was there when Captain America took down S.H.I.E.L.D. and it changed his entire worldview. You found everything he said about “freedom” to be stupid, naive, and dangerous. And you would later prove yourself correct.

You pull yourself from your thoughts as a group of HYDRA soldiers walk past the shrubbery you hid behind. Quickly and quietly, you get up and join them as they march towards the HYDRA base. As soon as you get inside, you manage to slip away from the rest of the group to search for your target.

Since HYDRA took the possibility of you ever having a normal life away, as far as you were concerned, your only purpose in life was to kill the man who was at the center of it all, Viktor Cross. And after months of tracking him down, formulating the perfect plan, that’s exactly what you were going to do today.

You make your way towards one of the main lab facilities, gun in hand when you see several unconscious guards lying on the floor in front of you. Shifting your gaze up, you see that the door has been ripped open, grip marks on the sides.

This was not part of the plan.

As you squeeze through the open door and enter the lab, you come to a halt, frozen in shock. There’s your target, Viktor, shoved against the wall by none other than Captain America himself. You almost let out a chuckle in disbelief at the irony of the situation. Instead, you take a step forward, and the glass cracks beneath your feet, alerting the men of your presence.

Shit.

Immediately, both sets of eyes are on you. Viktor’s lips curve into a smirk as you make your way to them.

“Agent- Miss Y/N,” he corrects himself. “What a pleasant surprise.” You ignore him and look to address Steve Rogers, AKA Captain America.

“Let him go and give him to me,” you start, Steve eyeing you cautiously. “So I can kill him,” you snarl, quickly turning to Viktor to see that his smirk had been wiped off his face.

“Aren’t you HYDRA?” He questions, nodding to your suit and eliciting a cackle from Viktor.

“Not anymore,” you mumble, before lifting a leg to kick Steve in his side. You hit him across the face with the end of your gun for good measure. He stumbles over, giving you enough time to grab Viktor’s collar, before he falls to the floor, and slam him back against the wall. His eyes are full of desperation and you felt nothing but pure, burning rage. You shove the barrel of your gun under his chin and place your hand on the trigger.

“You were such a gifted agent, Y/N. Don’t throw away such potential, come back.”

“Go to hell.”

Before you could pull the trigger, a force propels you to the ground and you feel a sharp pain in your side. Silence and then ringing fills your eyes as you squint your eyes to try and visualize the situation. Your vision is blurry, but clear enough to clouds of smoke engulf Viktor’s figure as he escapes. A muffled voice from behind you speaks, but you can’t make out any of the words they’re saying. You look down to see red. Just crimson red, staining your abdomen. Hands land on your shoulders, shaking you gently as your vision fades to black.

Viktor is in front of you, the barrel of his gun directed right at your head. He smirks as he moves his hand to the trigger.

“Hail, HYDRA.”

A gunshot goes off, forcing you to shoot up in bed, gasping for air. As you start to regain your senses, you realize you’re surrounded by a group of strangers. Well, not complete strangers, the Avengers to be exact. Part of your job required you to study their files, learn everything about them. You could recite from memory where and when they were born, their greatest strengths and weaknesses. Suddenly, your side starts to burn with pain, and you carefully lean back in bed. There’s an array of wires and tubes connected to you and you hear the rhythmic beeping of various machines. You’re in a hospital, or some sort of medical facility.

“That, is exactly why I said we should use restraints.”

You’re staring at the ceiling when you hear Iron Man, AKA Tony Stark, speak.

“Tony, she lost a liter of blood, she’s not going anywhere.”

Steve appears in your view, looking down at you.

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.”

You shift your gaze away from him. The last thing you expected to come out of this mission was to meet the Avengers, let alone them save you.

Steve sighs, “We’re not gonna hurt you. We wanna find Viktor too.”

There’s nothing he could say that could get you to speak. Your hatred for HYDRA didn’t mean you suddenly liked the Avengers. If anything, they were part of the problem too, so you stay silent.

“Told you, she’s not gonna talk,” Tony quips. From your research, you had come to learn that he was an arrogant man, and his statement only proved you right. “Maybe you should get Manchurian Candidate to come down, give her an ex-HYDRA buddy,” he says sarcastically.

Upon hearing “ex-HYDRA buddy,” you furrow your brows. Maybe it was the lack of blood in your body, but it took you a second to process his words and understand who he was referring to. Your eyes dart back to look at Steve’s but he’s gone.

“I’ll be back.” His voice trails off as he exits the room.

You’re still staring at the ceiling when you hear footsteps return and then several others departing.

There’s only one other person in the room beside you. Without even looking up, you already know who it is. His breathing was slow and steady until you started to shift in bed to reposition yourself. His breath hitched for a moment, before returning back to his normal breathing pattern.

“Killing him isn’t gonna make you feel better.” His comment makes you roll your eyes as you slowly sit up to look at him. There were no logical thoughts in your head, all you could feel was pain and fury. Anger swelled within you, your emotions boiling over.

“That’s rich, coming from the Fist of HYDRA,” you spat out. As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt your stomach drop. It was an unfamiliar feeling, one you hadn’t felt in a while. What was it? Regret?

Bucky’s face fell but he kept his eyes on you. It was a look that made you feel worse, worse than the searing pain in your side.

“I’m not a killer anymore,” he said in a tone so gentle, you felt another strange, new emotion but couldn’t quite label it. You quickly shift gears to avoid addressing the uncomfortable feelings swirling around in your stomach.

“Are you keeping me hostage to lure Viktor in? Because it's not going to work." Bucky shook his head.

"We want..." he trailed off, causing you to tilt your head in curiosity. “We need your help finding him.” You scoffed.

“What do I get out of it?” Bucky’s silence gave you your answer. Shaking your head, you start to disconnect yourself from the multitude of wires attached to you and get out of bed.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself,” he started, as you threw off your blanket and sat on the edge of the bed.

Standing up quickly, the blood from your head pooled in your legs, causing you to feel dizzy. Your head spun and your arms reached out for something, anything stable to grab onto. It was a metal hand. Despite it being cool to the touch, it ignited a heat to rise to your cheeks. You look down and mumble a thank you as Bucky helps you back into bed.

Letting out a sigh, you realize with the condition you’re in, you can’t leave. Definitely not well enough to go after Viktor alone. Shutting your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose, you curse under your breath.

“Fine,” you finally speak, keeping your eyes closed. Bucky nods, even though you don’t see, and you hear him walk off.

After a couple days of rest, you were cleared by Bruce to get discharged. Viktor had gone deep in hiding, making your job to find him a lot harder. Tony had so graciously given you an extra room in the tower, right next to Bucky’s. He was probably the one person you saw the most, purely due to location, and the fact that everyone else cautiously kept their distance from you. It made sense though, since you rarely spoke to anyone and spent most of your time in the lab looking for any clues of Viktor’s location. When you weren’t searching for him, you were training in the gym. Bucky was there a lot too, both of you waking up at ungodly hours of the morning. No words were ever exchanged between the two of you, and yet, there was some level of comfort you felt being around him. Must’ve been an ex-HYDRA thing.

“What’s on your mind?” You walk over to Alex and sit on the edge of the bed next to him. He sighs.

“What if,” he starts, furrowing his brows. “What if freedom is good?” He speaks quietly, fearful of HYDRA listening in on your conversation.

It feels like you’ve got the wind knocked out of you.

“Alex,” you grab him by the shoulders. “What the hell are you talking about?” You’re searching his eyes, trying to understand what’s gotten into him.

“Captain America.” The biggest threat to HYDRA’s existence. He looks down at his hands. “He was willing to risk his life for it. It has to be worth something right?” Alex looks back up to you with a look in his eyes that you haven’t seen since you were children. Uncertainty. You sigh and pull him into your chest, stroking his hair.

“I don’t know, kiddo. Maybe.”

You wake up in a cold sweat, panting. Hot tears fall from the corners of your eyes. It’s the same dream you’ve had for the last week. Although, you wouldn’t consider it a dream necessarily, but it wasn’t a nightmare either. Just a bittersweet memory.

Bucky could tell that something was up with you for the past week. Despite having gone through a bit of therapy, Steve’s idea, the nightmares still came to him. So Bucky was already wide awake when he heard your weeping on the other side of the wall. It didn’t help that he was also a light sleeper with super-soldier hearing. He didn’t know what was causing you to be so upset, but he didn’t want to intrude and ask. Neither of you had spoken to the other since you first arrived.

But this night was different from the rest. Usually, you would flip endlessly through channels on ur TV until you eventually fell asleep, but it wasn’t working this time. There’s a tight pain in your chest and suddenly, you’re suffocating. You rip off your covers and spring out of bed, tripping on your blankets along the way. At this point, you don’t even register the pain of slamming down, face-first on the ground. Panic has taken over your body, tears now streaming down your face. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping for relief.

He wasn’t planning on doing anything until he heard a loud thud from your room. Immediately, Bucky gets up and arrives at your door. It’s rude to just barge into someone’s room, his mom taught him that from a young age, so he settles on knocking. You don’t hear it though, the only sound you hear is the sound of your rapid breathing as you hyperventilate. Bucky hears it too and ultimately decides on inviting himself into your room.

“Y/N?”

You’re lying on your side, curled up in a fetal position with your hands covering your face, when Bucky opens the door. He quickly arrives by your side, kneeling beside you, as he examines you for any injuries.

“Are you hurt?”

You manage to shake your head in response, anxiety still flowing through your veins. Unfortunately, Bucky’s familiar with panic attacks, having had them himself. But he also knows that everyone deals with them a bit differently. Guess he did manage to learn some useful things from therapy.

“Can you try breathing with me?”

He starts to take deep breaths in and out until he sees you start to follow along with him, your hands still covering your face. There’s a part of you that feels stupid for keeping them there, but they help ground you, so you continue to shield your face. After what feels like an hour, but was probably only 10 minutes, your panic subsides. That’s when a wave of embarrassment hits you, realizing that it had been Bucky with you during your panic attack.

Slowly removing your hands from your face, you’re greeted by piercing blue eyes. You blink a couple times, realizing that Bucky had taken a spot on the ground, lying on his side to face you, his hands pressed together under his head like a pillow. He smiles and you feel warm. It’s terrifying, the new feelings that Bucky has caused you to feel and yet, you don’t mind.

“You feelin’ better?” You nod and smile back, something you haven’t genuinely done in a while.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

You stare at each other in silence, lying side by side. There’s no physical touch involved but somehow, this moment, it feels intimate. Bucky breaks the silence.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He speaks in a voice so soft, it almost sounded like a whisper.

It might’ve been the fact that he just calmed you down from a panic attack, but as you looked into his eyes, you felt the walls you had built up for the last year slowly come crashing down.

“He killed my brother,” you reply, maintaining your eyes on Bucky. You searched his eyes for any fear or pity, but all you could find was a look of understanding. His eyes were starting to become a safe place for you.

“Alex was there when Steve took down S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA along with it. He wanted out, out of the organization.” Taking a deep breath, you continue. “Word got around about a “rat,” so I took the blame. Viktor was about to shoot me when Alex’s dumbass ran in front of me, sacrificing himself.” You let out a chuckle, your vision getting blurry as tears swelled in your eyes. “He was a goddamn idiot, but he also had a heart of gold.”

As you start to cry, Bucky hesitatingly extends an arm to hover over your body, trying to gauge your reaction. Physical touch was something he struggled with during the beginning of his recovery, and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. He’s reassured when you grab onto his shirt and pull yourself closer to him, and wraps an arm around you, his other hand softly stroking your head.

You hadn’t cried like this since Alex died, bottling up all of your emotions to focus on finding the man responsible for his death. But as you sobbed into Bucky’s chest, you realize that your love for Alex had transformed into an ugly, burning hatred for Viktor. He wouldn’t want this. You didn’t want it, at least, not anymore. The only thing you wanted was your brother back, and that was impossible.

Bucky held you in his arms until you fell asleep, listening to the sounds of your slow, rhythmic breathing, dozing off shortly after.

That night with Bucky had softened your cold, hard exterior that you initially presented yourself with. You would willingly spar with Nat in the training room and join the team for breakfast or dinner. Everyone noticed and, while at first thrown off by it, happily embraced it. Especially Bucky.

Initially, he got up to work out in the early hours of the morning as a habit. Now, he woke up to see you. His heart did flips in his chest every time he walked in the gym and saw you. Since that night, you started to acknowledge his presence, turning to smile and wave as he walked through the doors. It was something he looked forward to every day.

During the day, you were focused hard on tracking down Viktor and Bucky knew that. But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with you. He looked for reasons to enter the lab, whether it was offering snacks to you throughout the day or helping Bruce or, even Tony. Anything to see you again.

Bucky realized that there was a deeper, stronger emotion that he felt for you when he would wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. The first thing he thought about was you. Specifically, how you were the only thing that could possibly calm him down. Although he’d come in that night to help you with your panic attack, you ended up helping him as well. He hadn’t slept as soundly and peacefully as he did with you. And you hadn’t either. There were several nights when neither of you could sleep and ended up running into each other. It slowly became a routine that would begin in the kitchen, exchanging life stories, and end on the couch in the common area, entangled in each other’s arms.

Tonight you didn’t show up and Bucky panicked. He stared at the kitchen clock. It had been 20 minutes and you still hadn’t shown up. Bucky racked his brain for anything he could’ve done to scare you off, but came up with nothing. It wasn’t like you two had been officially together, Bucky had no idea what you were to each other. All he knew is that he wanted to be with you, always.

You were soundly asleep in bed, passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow. It was a particularly physically exhausting day for you, training with both Nat and Steve.

Bucky was so caught up with the thoughts racing through his head, he hadn’t noticed that his feet had taken him right to your door. He stands there for a moment, silently debating what to do. Grumbling under his breath, he musters up the courage to knock on your door. Right as he was about to turn away and shuffle off to his room, your door opens. You greet him with a yawn and a tired smile.

“Oh, hey Bucky.”

He looks at the bags under your eyes and feels instant regret wash over him, realizing that you weren’t avoiding him, but just getting some sleep.

“Sorry,” he looks down at his feet. You frown and place a hand on his cheek to lift his head up.

“Something wrong?” He avoids your gaze, partially because he’s embarrassed and partially because his cheeks were turning red because of your touch.

“No.” You cross your arms and let out a sigh.

“You’re a bad liar.” It’s his turn to sigh, as he scratches the back of his head.

“You didn’t come to the kitchen,” he lets out, in almost a whisper. It hits you. You were so tired, you had completely forgotten about your nightly tradition. “It’s stupid, sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up," he mumbles. Bucky begins to walk off but you grab his hand. When he turns to look at you, his brows are raised at your touch.

As you start to speak, you pull him close, facing you. “It’s not stupid.” His hands move to hold your waist as yours move to wrap around his neck. You pause, an idea popping into your head. “I’m kind of tired from training today, wanna just come sleep with me?” He nods and you drag him to your bed, nestling into his arms as he holds you to his chest, his chin resting above your head. You tilt your head back to see him looking down at you. There’s a fluttering feeling in your chest and you smile.

“Just for future reference, you have an open invitation to cuddle with me, anytime.” Bucky chuckles at your offer.

“I’ll keep that in mind, doll.”

Bucky cups your face in his hand and you nuzzle your cheek in his palm. His eyes dart down to your lips before returning to your eyes.

Then, the most delicate, sweetest kiss you’ve ever received is on your lips.

You flutter your eyes open as you both pull apart. He quickly kisses your nose before pulling you back into his chest, speaking softly.

“And you have an open invitation to kiss me, anytime.”

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out of love [tom holland]

PAIRING: tom holland x female!reader

SUMMARY: being close friends with your ex is fine, right? even if your love for them was unparalleled among others. even if you were still in the process of moving on from them. even if you know they’re happy with someone else. even if you have no clue whether they loved you like you loved them.

WARNINGS: foul language, so much angst, it starts ok at first then goes downhill from there. i literally write things on the go so i don’t know if this will have fluff at some point

(if it does and i didn’t state it here, send me a cute photo of tom and a message of: ok wow she pulled thru 🤪; and if it doesn’t have fluff, send me a meme and a message of: miss girl i simply cannot today ✋😃)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

A/N: hello! tonight, we are going to be sad!!! i know i usually like to write about all things fluff, but this?? this is just for me because i am having one of those episodes. i just need to feel something again aside from the stress of writing 3 academic papers per week lmao. i’m def not expecting people to like this type of vibe but yannoe. i apologize in advance.

this is inspired by that one episode from new girl (season 6 x ep 16)

gif credits: @thollandgifs

vanessa’s masterlist | taglist form | part two - pandemonium

“You know, you can still live with us right?” Your friend Maia commented as she placed the box, labelled “fine china that mom gave me but will i ever use them?”, on the kitchen island.

“I know,” You murmured dropping the heavy case of pots and pans on the floor. “But maybe living alone will be good for me.” You replied, forcing a smile. “Besides, I don’t want to int—“

“Hey, Y/N, where do you want this?” Harrison asked as he held out a box that’s labelled with “books that my grandpa passed on. HANDLE WITH CARE!”

“Oh, just set it down on the living room—“ before you could even finish, Harrison dropped the box on the floor as if it was nothing. “Harrison!” You hissed, as you quickly rushed to check on the box.

“Y/N, babe, they’re just books. Surely they can withstand any amount of pressure, yeah?” Haz tried to reassure you.

“Haz, those books are from my grandpa—which I’m sure he got from his grandpa.” You sighed. “They’re really old and fragile, so I just want them to be in a well enough condition to stand in my bookcase.”

“‘m sorry,” He murmured, rubbing the back of his head. “It’s just, why do you have to move out?” Harrison asked, frustrated at the whole thing.

“Like I told Maia, maybe having my own place will be good for me.” You replied calmly, as you neatly put the box filled with your grandpa’s books in the corner room—the initial place where you want to build your bookcase. “It’s been a while since I’ve lived on my own.”

“Yeah,” Harrison acknowledged “But there’s absolutely no reason for you to move out. You can’t possibly leave me with her!” He pointed at Maia who let out an audible gasp. Harrison was being dramatic of course.

“Haz—“ You were trying to fight off a laugh. “You two are my constants and if I became dependant on having you two at my convenience, it’s going to be a huge problem.”

“In my opinion, I don’t see it as a problem.” Maia pointed out childishly. You shook your head in disbelief. You had to move out because you miss having a place to yourself— a place where you can be at your complete worst and you don’t have to think about your friends worrying about you.

Besides, moving out means you don’t have to see Tom that often and that was a bonus in your book. It wasn’t a sour breakup per se, it’s just really difficult to feel happy for your ex when he practically showcases how different he is now with his girlfriend.

You prided yourself as a mature and well-rounded person who could be complete friends with her ex as if that’s normal. You could only keep the façade for so long.

Four months. It’s been four months since you and Tom broke up. You lived with Maia soon after the breakup and that enough was a blessing. Maia couldn’t bear to handle the fact that you would be alone at a time like this. Harrison usually crashes at Maia’s so he was bound to move in with you two. In fact, he was always there more often than you.

That was the point where you were convinced that Harrison liked Maia and that Maia liked Harrison.

Conveniently, you and Tom never ‘officially’ moved in together so you could avoid him freely at all costs.

Of course, that was eventually going to end soon. You and Tom were in the same friend group so you were bound to see each other, much to your dismay. You couldn’t exactly make Harrison and Maia pick friends because it’s not fair for anyone.

You were all friends before you and Tom decided to date. Maybe that’s why people say to never date a friend—especially if they’re near and dear.

You were coming back from work when you found people in the living room, and as if the universe really wanted to test you, it was the least likely people you’d expect to see.

“Y/N!” Maia’s voice was pure panic. “I didn’t know you’d be home this early.”

Your eyes quickly flickered between the two people standing across you before you diverted your attention to Maia. “Uh—yeah. There wasn’t really much to do in the office so I came home early.”

Maia turned to Harrison who was equally lost on how to handle the situation. I mean, who wouldn’t?! What were you supposed to do when your friend drops in unannounced with their new girlfriend and to makes the matters worse, your other friend—whom your friend dated before— decides to come home early?

You didn’t know how what kind of spirit took over your body that prompted you to extend your hand to the girl sitting beside your ex and say: “Hello, I’m Y/N.”

The girl looked surprised but shook your hand in return. “Nadine,” Nadine smiled slyly “I—um, I’m Tom’s girlfriend.”

Tom looked mildly uncomfortable but you chose to ignore it. You were becoming good at that—ignoring Tom.

You returned the smile at Nadine. You could feel the burning stares from your friends, mostly Maia. You cleared your throat and said, “I’ll just be in my room to finish the papers I need to send to my editor if you’ll excuse me.”

Before you left completely, you gave Nadine another smile and said, “It’s nice to meet you again, Nadine.”

You don’t remember how you got to your room but that was the least of your concern. You were just undeniably overwhelmed with what just happened that you didn’t even notice that there was a knock on your door.

When you opened the door, it was the last person you expected to see standing in your doorframe.

“Can we talk?” Tom asked in almost a whisper.

You gave him a half shrug and opened the door slightly wider for him.

“We’re okay, right?” He asked, looking at you in the eye.

At this point, you convinced yourself that you were numb. You never talked about the breakup. You never overtly said anything about what you felt. You felt empty. You convinced yourself that you were empty.

You stared back at Tom and without missing a beat, you replied “Of course. Why shouldn’t we?”

“Just admit that you two will miss me,” You teased, grabbing another box from Maia.

“Only if you admit that you’re moving out for an entirely different reason,” Maia whispered carefully as her eyes flickered towards Tom who was also helping with your move out.

You pressed your lips together and acted like he wasn’t even there. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, you know, like a liar.

You weren’t a vocal person. The idea of talking about your feelings was really difficult for you so you try your best to avoid it. Actually, it’s worse than that. You’d go to extreme lengths to avoid confrontation.

Obviously, it wasn’t healthy. You would always distance yourself whenever you feel emotionally exhausted, and you really meant that distance. It wasn’t bad at first—maybe a day or two was all you needed before you felt comfortable enough to be around people again.

Then it became worse when you were in university. You were beyond unreachable. Aside from being emotionally exhausted, you were mentally drained too. You were always buried with papers and readings which was unavoidable but it took a huge toll on you. So whenever you get a chance to get a break, you completely shut off from people.

Your friends definitely noticed it and they tried their best to help.

Tom was among the people who definitely went out of their way to help you. He would always drop by at your dorm with food or coffee—he would literally just drop them off, most of the time. He would leave small notes that up to this day, you still kept and tucked away in a box.

Both Maia and Harrison followed Tom’s approach. They would all alternate on who’s dropping what and when. Some days, Maia would drop off a new skincare product she’s been using or a lovely box of macarons from your favourite patisserie.

On other days, Harrison would drop off some of his home-cooked meals or maybe a book he saw from a local bookstore—a book that reminded him of you.

Tom was very persistent though. He would sometimes wait out on the hall, just so he could see you and reassure himself (and your friends) that you were okay.

You found it taxing at first—you would often try your best to match the energy from your friends, which only left you exhausted at the end of the day. You wanted space and you clearly weren’t getting that from Tom. You did acknowledge that he only did it out of pure concern.

You often wondered why he did that, staying, but you didn’t ask him. You never did.

Maybe you were afraid that you’d come off as rude or that you’d seem ungrateful for dismissing someone when they’ve clearly taken the time off their day just to check on you.

However, every time you’d open that door, it always seemed that Tom would breathe a huge sigh of relief when you lock eyes. Even if it was just for a quick second. You wondered about that too.

Tom wasn’t really being intrusive. Most of the time, he will leave a few minutes after you’d open the door to get the things your friends would drop off. You’d always ask him if he wants to stay inside for a bit, but he’d always decline.

Except for that one time, though. That one time that you knew you were going to fall in love.

It was the week of midterms and deadlines. You were knee-deep with papers from different classes that demanded to be finished that week, one of which was a research paper that practically tied you to your laptop and made you consume an unhealthy amount of caffeine.

It wasn’t until 2 am when you were about to go on a quick drive to a McDonald’s but saw Tom dozed off in the hallway, his back pressed against the wall.

“Tom,” You shook him gently, trying not to startle him. “Tom, wake up.”

His eyes slowly fluttered open, seemingly disoriented at first but would soon fall into the warm familiarity that your face always brings.

“Why are you sleeping in the hall?” You asked quietly, careful not to make a fuss. The walls in your dorm were very thin and you learned that the hard way. You’d think they’d put a disclaimer about that in the lease when you’re housing a bunch of university students with raging sex drives.

It took Tom a minute to fully comprehend the question, seeing that the bright fluorescent light was being harsh on him and that he’s generally like that when being jolted awake.

“Oh, erm, I—” Tom was finding the right words to use. He can’t exactly exclaim ‘I’ve been worried sick about you!’ out of nowhere. Instead he said, “I was waiting for you to open the door, just to see if you’re alright.”

“All night?”

Tom scratched the back of his neck. “It seemed that way, yeah.” He muttered sheepishly.

You were dumbfounded. Surely this was the first time someone actually fell asleep outside your door, waiting for you to come out. It was sweet but highly unnecessary.

“I was just about to head out and get some McDonald’s, do you wanna come with?” You asked, giving him a hand to hoist himself up.

“I should get going—“

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked cutting him off, taking Tom by surprise. He shook his head no. “Then you should really come.” You said, jingling your car keys in front of him.

Tom was debating whether or not to go with you. It’s been a while since you hung out, but that was the same case for everyone. None of your friends have properly hung out with you ever since the semester started.

Tom should say yes, right?

“Let’s go, Tommy,” You said as you grabbed his hand and dragged him across the hall. “I’ve been staring at my laptop all day and I really need some unhealthy food to balance out the concerning amount of caffeine I’ve consumed.”

“Is that why you’re practically bouncing off the walls?” Tom asked amused, trying to keep up with your pace with your hand holding his.

“Totally,” You grinned at him. “I need to wear out the caffeine or else, I’d have to skip my morning class again.”

“French?”

You nodded. “They’re counting the amount of absences in that class and I really need to keep my shit together.”

“‘m not exactly sure why you took that as an elective,” Tom commented, properly wrapping his hand around yours with fingers interlacing each other.

You tried to ignore it, you really did, but the warm feeling that settled around your stomach drove you crazy.

“Why not? I think it’s cool to learn another language.” You nudged him playfully which he gladly returned.

“I know and trust me, I’m in awe that you’re learning another language! erm—I guess it’s just I feel like you’re overworking yourself too much.” Tom pointed out softly, hoping he didn’t come off as rude or intrusive.

“Eh, I don’t mind.” You replied “It’s what drives me to keep going and for me that’s more than enough. Even if it leaves me little to no sleep, even if it takes too much of my time—it’s enough reason for me to do it.”

Tom stared at you in admiration as soon as those words slipped out your mouth and you didn’t even notice it. You were walking towards the student parking lot, consumed by the twinkling lights from the neighbouring lanes near campus.

Maybe if you weren’t busy consuming the quiet campus grounds, you’d notice the very first time Tom fell in love with you.

“Besides, I know a phrase in french now.”

“Hm—and what’s that, then?”

“Je ne suis pas l’escargot”

“L’escargot? Isn’t that—“

“I am not a snail,” You giggled. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

Tom laughed, “I supposed so.”

Maybe if you weren’t so afraid of confrontation, you’d have an idea of when Tom knew that you were his person.

See, the thing is— you needed to face reality sooner or later and both your friends could see right through it.

“Honestly, Y/N, how on earth can your box of art materials be this heavy—” Tom appeared in front of the door frame, heaving as he carried the box from two flights of stairs.

You quickly averted your gaze from Maia, who was staring at you expectantly, and cleared your throat. “You can just set them by the door, Tom. I don’t know where to put them yet.” You said as you tried your best to act normal.

“You sure? They’re a tad heavy and I don’t want you to strain yourself.” Tom asked with furrowed brows.

All you could do was nod. The last thing you wanted was Tom’s focused attention on you.

“If you say so,” Tom sighed in defeat “I’m going to grab more boxes—Baby, you don’t have to carry that!” Tom was quick to disappear as he urgently dashed towards his girlfriend, Nadine.

“Oh, but I want to help, Tommy.” You heard Nadine say sweetly, assuming she was also pouting.

You could see Maia roll her eyes, urging you to give her a nudge and a taunting look. “Maia,” you called her out, silently pleading her to stop.

Maia settled down but she wasn’t exactly calm about it either. “I’m still not sure why she’s here.” She murmured. You and Harrison were close enough that you can hear her rambles—which was expected from her anyway.

Maia and Nadine go way back—like toddlers and playgrounds kind of way. Though that sounds figuratively adorable in a way, Maia and Nadine never got along.

Nadine used to date Maia’s brother, which already caused Maia a great demise. As one could expect, the relationship didn’t end well. She left him out of nowhere, saying she needs to find herself—or something along those lines.

A week after the breakup, what Nadine found was herself in the arms of another man. Of course, Maia’s brother was devastated—He truly loved Nadine. Maia had to be the pillar that her brother leaned on. It took Maia a great amount of time to help her brother pick up the pieces that Nadine left.

So yeah—Maia wasn’t thrilled when she heard that Tom was Nadine’s new boyfriend.

“She offered to help, Mai,” You whispered “Who am I to deny help?”

Maia looked at you as if you managed to empty your head while you were moving in between flats. “She’s been after me ever since we were kids. She’s also the reason why it took my brother months to get out of bed,” Maia deadpanned “and She’s Tom’s new girlfriend. Remember Tom? Your ex?” She said rather loudly.

You gave her a tiny pinch on her arm, causing her to yelp. “Maia, are you nuts?!”

Harrison left the two of you so he could grab more boxes, while you and Maia bickered silently amongst each other.

“You are thicker than I thought—Seriously, Y/N. Quit pinching me!” Maia aggressively rubbed her arm.

“They’re going to hear you!” You hissed. “The last thing I want is for those two to get involved.”

“Babe, they’re already involved. Tom, especially.” Maia remarked. “I see the way you look at Tom. I also see the pain you feel whenever he’s with she who must not be named.”

“I’m not doing this Maia,” you mumbled as you walked past her. Your objective was now to help Harrison with the remaining boxes. Your objective was anything but to talk about you and Tom.

“You have to face it sooner or later, Y/N.” Maia called out “I’m not leaving you or this apartment until you tell me what really happened.”

“What’s going on?” Harrison asked as he entered the apartment, carrying three sets of boxes. You grabbed one from him and actively avoided his question.

Before Maia could reply, Tom and Nadine appeared on the doorframe, with Nadine practically glued to Tom.

“Harrison got the last remaining boxes so we’re heading off now,” Tom announced as Nadine’s face painted with clear desperation to get out of your place. “Are we still going bowling tonight?” Tom asked before Nadine whispered something in Tom’s ear and left.

“I’m actually exhausted so I’ll pass,” You answered, obviously avoiding spending time with your ex and his current girlfriend. You’re not that pathetic.

“Same might actually have to just drink the night away,” Maia responded with a grin.

“Well, there’s no way I’m third-wheeling so I’m good,” Harrison said as he threw himself towards the plush teal couch that you snagged from a flea market.

For the tiniest second, Tom seemed disappointed but gave a tight-lipped smile. “Oh, maybe we can reschedule our bowling night, then?” He asked. “It’s not as fun to go bowling with just the two people.”

You, Harrison, and Maia all shared a look. You weren’t on board with bowling-night, to begin with, but you didn’t want Tom to feel as if you were avoiding him—which you were but no one needs to know that.

Maia looked at you, waiting for an answer because god knows she will solely depend on her decision based on yours. You don’t even have an answer, to begin with.

“What are you two supposed to do then?” Harrison asked Tom. Thank god for Harrison.

“I might take Nadine to this poetry jam event that she’s been dying to go to” Tom replied with a soft voice.

“A poetry night?” Maia almost wanted to laugh “You don’t even have the slightest interest in literature, Tom.” Maia didn’t mean to offend him or maybe she did? She wasn’t completely fond of Tom ever since you and Tom broke up—well, she wasn’t fond of the idea that Tom was dating her ‘arch nemesis’, but Tom was her friend and so were you.

“I know that, Mai.” Tom rolled his eyes “but Nadine likes it and I’ll do everything to make her happy.” That left a bitter taste in your mouth.

“If you say so,” Maia murmured before she took a quick look at you. She looked like she wants to give you the biggest hug. But you held a stoic look on your face—something that you picked up because you were afraid of confrontation.

“I’m serious,” Tom defended, lost in his feelings, which only irked Maia even more.

“I know, I heard you— we heard you,” Maia replied, her face showing only one emotion: annoyed. “God, read the room,” Maia grumbled to herself. Harrison had to reach for her hand, urging her to calm down.

“I really love her,” Tom whispered. That left a slap in the face.

It was a cold Saturday afternoon and it has been raining almost all day. It was one of the rare weekends that you weren’t really occupied to do anything other than to lay on your couch and consume a copious amount of entertainment.

Despite the spitting rain, you actually want to head out this time. Being confined to your desk and the university was torture especially since you couldn’t do anything about it—the four of you were graduating this year, no one could afford to slack off.

You and Tom were cuddled against the sofa— Tom was busy watching something on TV while you were busy scrolling on your phone.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yes, my sweet girl?”

“Do you want to go downtown?” You asked, looking at your phone as you read the details of an event happening this weekend.

“Right now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “There’s a book fair being held at the local theatre.” You rested your chin on top of his chest and gave him a pout. You were getting sick of being cooped up between your study table and the library. This book fair was a change of scenery and it’s definitely right up your alley.

“But it’s raining, darling” Tom tried to say in the softest way possible. It’s not exactly up in Tom’s interests though.

“I know,” You sighed “I guess I’m just getting sick of this place.”

“You’re getting sick of me?” Tom asked with a huge pout. He was kidding of course.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you, Tom.” You chuckled softly.

“Okay,” He hummed, pulling you closer to him—if that was even possible. “Then can we stay like this for a while?”

“Anything for you, angel.” You whispered as you closed the details about the local book fair. Maybe next time.

Soon after Tom left, Maia pulled you to her side and asked, “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You feigned innocence. It was clear as day that you weren’t okay, your friends knew that.

Knowing that you weren’t going to budge, Maia walked towards the kitchen and brought out a bottle of wine from the fridge.

Harrison raised an eyebrow at her and asked, “When did you manage to put that in the fridge?” All of you had been occupied with grabbing boxes that there was no way that Maia had the time to put wine in the fridge, let alone obtain them from somewhere.

“It was supposed to be a celebratory drink for Y/N’s new place,” Maia replied as she set the wine and three various mugs on the coffee table. “Obviously, that’s not happening now.” Drinking wine using the oddly designed mugs you collected over the years was a cry for help.

“It’s 4 pm, Mai.” You pointed out as you stared at the white LED clock that you bought off Amazon—another impulse purchase enabled from scrolling on Pinterest for way too long. “We haven’t even had lunch yet.”

“Oh please,” Maia snorted “If there’s one thing that I’ve picked up from university, it’s drinking with little to no food consumption.”

“And if there’s one thing that I’ve picked up from university, it’s cancelling all of my plans for the entire day because I have to tend your hungover-self, Mai,” Harrison remarked as he grabbed the bottle and placed it back on the fridge. “I’m ordering food and no one’s drinking until everyone has finished a meal.”

You heard Maia mutter a string of curses but most especially the part that she said, “This is not the version of daddy that I envisioned Harrison to be.”

All of a sudden Maia’s idea of binge drinking doesn’t seem like a bad idea, you thought.

Turns out Harrison had no intention of letting any of you drink. He was pretty adamant about not having to babysit two drunk messes in one night.

“As if babysitting one isn’t enough,” You recalled Harrison say. He was obviously pertaining to Maia, in which she just huffed the entire time. You often wondered if Maia and Harrison noticed the obvious tension between them, because personally you found it endearing. It was no question that they were meant for each other.

“Y/N, you still haven’t told us whatever happened between you and Tom.” Maia suddenly pointed out. You, Maia, and Harrison were still in the living room, silently watching TV.

You were actively avoiding this conversation for the longest time as you haven’t told anyone about it, and based by the curious faces of your friends, you figured that Tom didn’t tell anyone about it either. You’re still not sure whether that’s a relief or not.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You mumbled. It’s not like you were lying, there really was barely anything to talk about. Heck—You and Tom never got to talk about it properly either.

“We see the way you look at him, Y/N.” Harrison replied softly. “I think there is something.”

“Look—” Maia sat up properly “I know you’re not really vocal about your feelings, but the fact that you’ve never talked nor showed any emotion about your breakup terrifies me, babe.” Maia’s tone was laced with concern.

“I remember the day you told us about it too,” Harrison couldn’t hide his concern too “We were having brunch together at our usual diner and half-way through our meal, you promptly said “We broke up” when Maia asked where Tom was,” Harrison recalled it like it was a fever dream. He and Maia had already expected that you weren’t going to tell them about the breakup when it just happened. However, it baffles them that it’s been over a year since you and Tom broke up, and not one word has been said about it.

It was silent for a while, except for Criminal Minds that was playing on the TV. You blankly stared at the screen, hoping that you’d catch whatever the agents were saying. It was impossible, especially when all your mind could focus on was the recollection of the day Tom knocked on your door at 1 am to breakup.

You were relatively busy that day from volunteer work, so you haven’t seen any of your friends the entire day—or Tom for that matter. Actually, you haven’t seen Tom in a few days. He would send texts periodically throughout the day but they were always short and most of the time, you always forget to reply.

You figured Tom was busy with his own thing and both of you established early on in your relationship that texting—or lack thereof— shouldn’t account to your relationship, especially since both of you are equally bad at it.

You didn’t think any of it since you were bound to see your boyfriend and your friends tomorrow for brunch anyway. He will have your undivided attention by then.

So imagine your surprise when you heard a soft knock from your door at 1 am, only to find Tom in disarray. His eyes were bloodshot red, tears falling down his face. His messy curls were masked under the hood from his jumper.

At first you were in panic, you thought that something terrible had happened to any of your friends—his family even.

But as soon as Tom dropped to his knees and whispered, “I’m sorry,” you had a clear idea what was bound to happen next.

It’s been silent for a while. The door was still open and Tom sat out in the hall with his back leaning against your wall. You did the same thing except you were on the other side of the wall that Tom was leaning on.

You two were close enough to the door frame that you could hear each other, actually facing each other was a whole other thing. Tears kept streaming down your face as you kept your eyes closed and rested your head against the wall.

At some point in your relationship, you prepared yourself in case this happened— that you would accept whatever happens between you and Tom. You didn’t exactly anticipate that it would happen so soon.

“Was there someone else?” You asked quietly. It was the first time you spoke after Tom dropped to his knees. You hoped there wasn’t. In fact, you silently begged to yourself that there wasn’t someone else, because you knew that you couldn’t handle that.

“No, no—of course not.” Tom immediately answers.”I could never do that to you.”

It was silent again. You were starting to feel numb—you tried your best to gather your thoughts and forced words out of your mouth, but you couldn’t.

“Are we not worth fighting anymore?” You practically whispered. It was a gamble— you weren’t exactly sure if Tom had heard it and you don’t have enough strength to ask it again.

“Y/N,” Tom sniffled. “You can’t say that.” He placed his hand on top of yours. You had your hand resting on the floor and you didn’t exactly notice that it served as an invitation for Tom hold it again.

You love Tom with all your heart. He kept dismissing it but Tom made you a better person. He made you feel like love can be expressed through different forms of things—not just words.

You loved him by exclusively making time for him. You went on museum dates where he would make cheesy remarks, saying that you’re the most remarkable piece of art in the entire place. You went on dates to watch football games—you never understood it but Tom was happy, so you were happy.

You loved him through your touch. You would often massage his back because he had been tirelessly working himself to the core. He didn’t ask for it but you knew it would make him feel better. Your touch didn’t have to be intimate—though you expressed it through that way too

You loved him through mindless actions. Almost every time you would stop by at the local cafe to grab yourself some coffee, you would always recite Tom’s favourite order on autopilot.

You loved him through silence. Study dates were gems for you. Even if you didn’t talk for the entirety of it and even if you were the only one who studied for the most part and Tom was just playing on his phone, having Tom beside you was enough.

You loved him so much that it pains you to think that maybe you weren’t enough for him.

“I don’t think I can fight for someone who doesn’t even want to,” You muttered bitterly. “Just answer the question, Tom.”

He didn’t answer. All you could hear were the silent sobs that you two were trying to hold back. At this point, you knew you wouldn’t look at Tom. Your heart wouldn’t take it—it will crush you.

“Are you not happy anymore?” Your voice cracked as you broke into a sob.

“Y/N—“ Tom squeezed your hand even more. You’re going to miss it, but you had to let go.

“Tom, if I’m standing in the way of your happiness then we should end this.” You cleared your throat and pulled your hand away. There’s a ghostly feeling that still lingered from Tom’s touch.

“Please, Y/N, let me explain—“

“It’s okay, Tom.” You whispered. “I understand.”

“You know I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tom.”

“But—“

“But maybe it’s best if we end it, I know. I got it.” You let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from crying. “Maybe it’s better if we stayed as friends.” Maybe it’s better to realize that whatever you and Tom had were too good to be true—that your love will never compare to the love he deserves.

“Do you want the truth?” You asked your friends, with tears forming in your eyes. You can’t even decipher how they looked at you because of the tears clouding your vision.

Were they looking at you in pity? Empathy? Sadness?

“The truth is—I’m mad.” You gritted the words through your teeth. This was the first time your friends had seen you like this. All of the pent-up sadness, aggression, and hurt you felt was starting to get the best of you.

“I’m angry. I’m hurt.” You snarled, furiously wiping the tears from your face. “I’m angry at the fact that I can’t seem to be genuinely happy for Tom. I’m hurt at the idea he seems to be a better boyfriend for Nadine, that he constantly makes an effort for her.”

“I don’t even know if he even loved me the way that I loved him,” Your voice became quiet “and it’s selfish for me to think that way because I never fought for it—for us. That’s enough reason to keep me up at night.”

That’s enough reason for you to wonder if you’ll be capable of loving someone so deeply again.

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nugnthopkns · 4 years ago

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dance me to the end of love (iii)

word count: 4.3k

warnings: fem!oc, cursing, potential percy jackson & the olympians spoilers, alcohol consumption, motion sickness and vomiting

series masterpost: here

a/n: this took me a hot sec to finish but here it is! there's a dumb little latin joke in here but that's just because i'm a nerd lmao

Ryan is certainly giving Bette a run for her money in the best friend department.

Magdalene has no intentions of usurping her best friend, but Ryan is quickly becoming the person she talks to most frequently. It started on social media but quickly moved to regular texting, both of them being twenty-five and capable of communicating through more normal channels. The text thread between them isn’t indicative of their newfound friendship – it looks like they’ve been friends since high school. At any given moment at least three conversations are going on, and Magdalene regularly sends him random updates throughout the day. Ryan likes hearing about any interesting artefacts she encounters at work so she keeps mental notes to tell him during their frequent phone calls.

Despite talking to him almost constantly, Magdalene hasn’t seen Ryan since they grabbed lunch at Barn Owl nearly two weeks ago. The lake house trip is a couple days out, and she’s been busy trying to get all her ducks in a row. At work, the current project is coming to an end and Magdalene will be sad to see it go – it’s the first thing she’s been on from start to finish. She’s got a neighbour coming to spend time with Caligula while she’s away so he doesn’t get too upset. Though the days are passing by in a haze as she tries to get ready, Magdalene is excited to get away for a little bit. It’s been a few years since she’s left Denver for more than a night, electing to skip on Bette’s previous vacation invites, and it will be nice to slow down. Life is moving at a comfortable pace, but having some time to pause and breathe will keep Magdalene from feeling too overwhelmed.

Halfway through her last day of work, Magdalene gets a text from Ryan that makes her nearly double over in laughter.

Julius Caesar walks into a bar and says to the bartender “I’ll have a Martinus please!” The bartender replies “Don’t you mean a Martini?” Caesar shakes his head and says “If I wanted double I would have said so.”

It takes her a minute to catch her breath, which piques June’s curiosity. Magdalene recites the joke and her boss rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but does let out a chuckle.

June didn’t think it was funny, but I did. Thank you for making today infinitely better. You riding with us tomorrow?

Magdalene tucks her phone back into her purse, determined to remain focused for the last few hours, and misses the reply telling her that Ryan won’t be riding with Bette, Tyson, and herself, but rather with Cale and his girlfriend to leave enough space for all the gear getting brought. She doesn’t see it until she’s walking across the parking lot to her car and it fills her with a sadness that doesn’t make much sense. He’ll be there for the entire week, so does it matter that he’ll be in a different car for the four hour drive? Magdalene has a sinking suspicion about why she’s upset, but she pushes it down. There’s no space in your life for a relationship right now, she reminds herself as she unlocks the door to her apartment. Caligula is waiting patiently at the door and distracts her thoughts from the handsome man with the kind smile that’s been all she can think about recently.

The cat is incredibly perceptive and knows the regular routine is going to change, making him particularly clingy. He follows Magdalene as she finishes packing, meowing and begging for pets, and she considers bailing on her friends. Caligula has mild separation anxiety and Magdalene doesn’t go away often partly because of it – though another reason is her homebody nature. Only the thought of seeing Ryan keeps her from hanging all her clothes back up.

“Don’t worry little boots,” she coos, “I won’t be gone long. Maria is going to check on you while I’m away, and I’ll be home before you know it.”

It seems ridiculous to speak to her pet as though it’s a child, but Magdalene knows Caligula comprehends what she’s saying. He’s always been smart, and the two of them share a bond that’s hard to explain. She picks him up, puts him in the pocket of her hoodie, and they spend the rest of the night packing and dancing along to the radio.

☼☼☼☼

Bette forgot to mention that the road to the lake house is winding, and Magdalene spends the entire ride with her head between her knees. Motion sickness is something that unfortunately plagues her during journeys longer than a couple of hours and she wishes she would have thought to take anti-nausea medication before leaving the house. Tyson tries to crack a joke about her being a bad passenger, but his girlfriend swats his arm and passes her friend a water bottle with a concerned smile. The two of them speak in hushed tones, almost certainly for Magdalene's benefit, and she does her best not to throw up on the floor of Tyson’s car. After what feels like two decades the vehicle rolls to a stop at the end of a gravel path.

“Mags, we’re here,” Bette says softly, praying that her friend will begin to feel better after stretching her legs and feeling firm ground underneath her.

There’s an unintelligible groan from Magdalene, but she rises out of the car and stumbles into the house. Tyson and Bette insist that she rest and they’ll handle the unloading of the car, so she crawls into one of the empty beds and falls asleep as soon as her head touches the pillow. It’s a dreamless slumber, one fuelled by the pure exhaustion of battling illness while travelling, and when she awakes hours later Magdalene feels oddly refreshed. Her energy level is still relatively low, but she knows that intaking food won’t be an issue.

Padding down the stairs as quiet as possible in an effort to not break the peaceful atmosphere, Magdalene is met with a quiet house. She’s utterly confused – she didn’t sleep long enough to miss dinner and judging by the way the sun is low in the final car full of people should be arriving any minute. For a moment she thinks the group left her in the mountains alone, but then the sound of a trunk closing breaks the silence.

“I fucking told you bro, you should have let me drive!”

Ryan’s voice echoes in Magdalene's ears and her heart skips a beat. She didn’t realize how much she had missed him or how excited she is to see him. Despite everything inside of her saying she should run into his arms Magdalene stays put in the kitchen, running the tap to get a glass of water. She focuses on the mountain on the other end of the lake, framing the setting sun and creating a postcard ready photo. The camera app on her phone is open and angles for the best shot are found. Ryan tumbles through the door a second later, arms filled to the brim with luggage and bags of food.

He drops them the second he sees her, running up behind her and lifting her off the ground. “Mags! Cale almost hit a deer!”

The shock of Ryan’s onslaught of affection catches her off guard, and Magdalene shakes her hand, forcing the picture to turn out as nothing but a blur.

“No hello?” She laughs as Ryan lets her feet touch down on the wooden floor. “It’s the least you could give me after destroying my chance of getting a National Geographic worthy picture.”

He smiles but doesn’t let his hands drop from their perch on her waist. “There’s six more days for you to nail it. I’ll even help if you ask.”

Other bodies enter the house then, causing Magdalene to slink away from Ryan’s touch even though it was the last thing she wanted to do. They’re simply friends, and she doesn’t want Bette to get any ideas. The last thing Magdalene needs on her plate right now is her best friend forcing her to paint a custom denim jacket with Ryan’s number across the back. “I can’t believe you almost hit a deer,” Tyson sighs in disbelief.

“It wasn’t even close,” Cale grumbles, picking up his bags and stomping off to find a place to claim as his own the next couple of days. A petite redhead follows after him, giving a small wave to those in the kitchen before scurrying away. When she asks, Ryan tells Magdalene the girl’s name is Livy, and that she’s Cale’s girlfriend from back home.

Everyone shrugs at his moodiness and disperses. Bette and Tyson stay in the kitchen to make dinner, Ryan goes to claim the final room, and Magdalene slips outside to sit on the patio furniture. The sun has dropped drastically in the past five minutes, causing the air to chill. She wraps her arms tighter around her legs and watches a pair of birds fly over the lake below. It’s so peaceful, a complete one-eighty from the insanity of her life in Denver, and Magdalene thinks about never leaving. She knows it’s impossible, but as she closes her eyes and listens to the quiet laughter of her friends inside the idea seems like a pretty good one.

The sliding door creaks open and Ryan goes through as quietly as possible. He tosses a sweater in Magdalene’s direction as he walks over, plopping down beside her on the small couch.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, slipping the fabric over her head. “I didn’t realize how cold it had actually gotten.”

He smiles in response and shuffles his body a little closer to create extra warmth. Magdalene leans into him, trying to appear casual even though her heart is beating rapidly, and pulls on the strings of the sweater Ryan gave her.

“So, are you excited for this week?”

It’s more awkward than she thought it would be – seeing him in person again, especially since they’ve been texting almost constantly, and the words kind of stick in her throat.

“Honestly? Now that I’m here I am, but I was a little leery about taking time off,” Ryan explains, detailing how he’s trying to improve some aspects of his two-way play and is worried his progress will plateau. Magdalene understands and shares her own worries about taking time off work even if her boss encouraged it.

After catching up quickly and running out of things to say, the pair of them sit in silence watching the sun set until they’re called inside for dinner. It’s nice to just exist, especially with Ryan beside her, and Magdalene feels her heart sink as they separate and he goes to make sure Cale isn’t actually mad at him.

☼☼☼☼

It storms the first two days at the lake house, forcing everyone to stay inside. Tyson complains about how he has less time to drive the boat that came with the property but the others take it in stride. Magdalene spends most of the time reading for pleasure, something she hasn’t been able to do much of the past few years, and Ryan joins her for large chunks of the time. It turns out that he too is an avid reader, and the two of them discuss their favourite novels and series while the other four play board games.

“So you’re telling me you wish Annabeth would have joined the Hunters of Artemis?” Magdalene shrieks in shock, almost knocking the wine out of her glass as her arms flail in disbelief.

“I think it made sense for her to,” Ryan defends.

“But she’s perfect for Percy!”

He sticks to his guns. “I’m not saying she isn’t. I just think that at the time the offer was presented it was the most logical choice. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about what would have happened if she did.”

She ducks her head in defeat because she had imagined it, on many occasions in fact. When reading the series for the first time in middle school Magdalene had desperately hoped Annabeth would choose the Hunters over Camp Half-Blood, gaining the family she herself never was privy to. They return to reading quietly beside each other, occasionally knocking elbows when trying to turn a page.

Tuesday brings sunshine and clear skies, which means Tyson is trying to corral everyone into the boat as soon as they’re up. Magdalene tries her hardest to get out of it but her pleas fall on deaf ears.

“You’ll be fine, stop being such a wimp,” Cale jests. She knows that he’s just anxious to soak up some sun, but the words hurt more than Magdalene would have liked them to.

Livy swats her boyfriend across the chest. “Enough! If she doesn’t want to come she doesn’t have to.” The smaller girl sends her a kind smile before speaking low enough that only Magdalene can hear her. “I know your book is just getting good and you look like the kind of person who needs alone time to function properly. Enjoy yourself.”

Seemingly excused from the day’s festivities, Magdalene gives a sheepish wave before climbing the small hill to the house. Ryan meets her halfway and is appalled when he hears of her plans.

“Nope, I don’t think so. You’re not leaving me alone to be the ultimate third wheel!”

He has her off the ground and over his shoulder in a millisecond, jogging lightly to catch up with the rest of the group. Magdalene’s laugh bounces off the tree lined shore, and she’s too busy having fun shrieking at Ryan to complain about being forced to spend all day on a boat away from her book. Tyson peels away from the dock before she can regret tagging along, and Bette tugs Magdalene to the bow.

The two girls chat quietly, giggling and sipping on the mimosas they made earlier. Magdalene isn’t a huge day drinker, but Bette makes sure there’s more orange juice than champagne to make her feel less guilty. Livy joins them a while later after becoming sick of the boys and their shenanigans. It’s nice to hang out with a group of girls that aren’t competing for the top spot in a class, Magdalene decides, and she revels in the stories they tell of going to hockey games and babysitting the children of players so they can catch a break. Twinges of jealousy creep up at the wonderful family dynamic the Avalanche seem to have, but she stomachs them. She reminds herself that other people deserve to have support systems and excuses herself from the conversation.

Magdalene slides into the free space beside Ryan, and without thinking he wraps an arm around her shoulder. It feels so natural that she wonders if it’s how he greets all his friends, but the looks of shock and Tyson and Cale’s faces say otherwise. After a bit more cruising they find a small bay to anchor in for a while. The sun had climbed to the middle of the sky and is unbearably warm, leaving everyone no choice but to jump into the water to cool off. Magdalene does her best to float peacefully a short distance away from the group but is somehow brought into a splashing war because the teams aren’t equal.

Eventually the constant barrage of water chills her to the bone, and Magdalene swims back to the boat. She watches from the sidelines and cheers for her old teammates with a towel wrapped snugly around her. Ryan breaks from the group too, insisting it isn’t fair to have teams on unequal strength. Once dry, he picks up the baseball cap he brought and places it delicately on Magdalene’s head.

“Your cheeks are starting to go pink and I don’t want you to burn,” he explains, passing her a bottle of sunscreen as well.

“Thanks Ry.”

They muse about the idyllic beauty of the scene in front of them until everyone rejoins them. For reasons unbeknownst to Magdalene Tyson is in a rush to get back to the house, which leads to him driving very fast and a little erratically. The contents of her stomach threaten to come up but she holds them down, tightening her grip on the leather seat. A wave crests and Tyson hits it head on, causing the boat to lurch and rock. Magdalene knows it’s going to happen before it does and leans over the side to save a mess from being created. All the alcohol and food she’d consumed throughout the day is no longer in her body, and heat creeps up the back of her neck. She’s embarrassed – what twenty-five year old gets sea sick?

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.

She tries to smile but it comes out more like a grimace. “I just, uh, get motion sick really easily.” Bette passes her a water bottle and she drinks it quickly, eager to get the taste out of her mouth.

Ryan lets Magdalene curl into his side the rest of the way home, and rubs comforting circles on her back to ease her discomfort, doing his best to ignore the stares from his friends.

��☼☼☼

The trip comes to an end much more quickly than Magdalene would have liked. Tomorrow morning they’ll pack up and drive back to Denver, returning to their normal hectic schedules. Cale and Livy are heading back to Alberta for the rest of the summer, and Bette and Tyson will be going for a visit as well. She’s heard Ryan mention going home in passing, which most likely means he doesn’t have plans to stay. Magdalene will be all alone in Colorado, but she’s used to it. The only issue being friends with professional athletes is that they leave. She’s been dealing with the loss since Bette and Tyson got together years ago – having them around as her support system most of the year and then them disappearing for a couple of months.

Not wanting to think about how soon she’ll be alone, Magdalene heads outside and starts a campfire. It’s a skill she picked up as a kid and it has come in handy over the years. The newspaper crinkles under the flame from the lighter, and soon the kindling is burning well. Everyone else is still inside, cleaning up from dinner and preparing for one last night in paradise. She places a few blocks of wood in the fire pit once there’s a good enough flame and curls up in a chair, lost in thought about what comes next. There’s rustling from somewhere behind her but she pays it no mind, assuming it’s a small animal wandering through the forest.

“Can I offer you some company?” a voice says softly, waiting for a response. The movement wasn’t a raccoon but in fact Ryan, and Magdalene gestures at the chair beside her with a smile.

He passes her a glass of white wine, which she takes with an appreciative hum. They sit in silence for a moment, admiring the beauty of the setting sun. “I’m going to miss it,” Ryan sighs, leaning back in his chair and extending his legs.

She nods. “Me too. It’s so quiet up here. Denver gets too loud sometimes.”

“Tell me about it. I’m not just going to miss the lake though, it’s also lounging around and not having to worry about hockey. And you.”

The ending comes out rushed, and Magdalene isn’t sure she heard him correctly. “Me?”

Ryan looks at her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes you. Why wouldn’t I? You’re funny, smart, and catch all of my West Wing references. There’s no one who gets me quite like you, even back home.”

It takes her by surprise. They’ve only known each other for a few months, and only really started associating after the party at Bette and Tyson’s. There has to be somebody who knows him better than she does. When she voices her opinion Ryan just scoffs, saying that people treat him as one-dimensional because he plays hockey. Somehow the conversation shifts to Magdalene, and when she lets it slip she gets lonely in Denver without her friends, Ryan asks the question she’s been dreading.

“So why don’t you get a boyfriend?”

“I can’t just get a boyfriend because my friends are gone,” she laughs, but there’s an edge to it, like she’s unsure of where this will go and how to question the follow ups.

He rolls his eyes. “I know that, but like, I don’t know, wouldn’t it be nice to not be alone all the time?”

It would be, Magdalene thinks, but she just shrugs. “I guess I’m not looking for a relationship right now. I just finished school and for the first time in a long time I can focus on myself.” She leaves out the part where Ryan gives her butterflies and that if he asked she’d probably jump headfirst into a relationship with him.

The topic is dropped then because Tyson comes out of the house screaming about the night is going to be wild because it’s their last together for a while. Magdalene and Ryan share a look of mild panic, but both of them are itching to have fun with friends so they raise their glasses in salute before finishing them in one gulp.

Magdalene drinks more than she should and wakes in the morning with a killer hangover. It seems that no one else is better off though, all stumbling around looking for Advil and coffee like it’s going to be their last meal. Packing up takes a bit longer than expected, but they’re still out before the official checkout time. There’s a bit of discourse on who Magdalene will travel home with. Bette wants her in Tyson’s car, no doubt to talk about how close her and Ryan seem to be, but Cale offers to bring her with them. His reasoning is that Ryan is driving him and Livy directly to the airport, and having the front seat could be good for her motion sickness. It’s ultimately Magdalene’s choice and the idea of having more time with Ryan before he leaves is too enticing to pass up. She bids her other friends goodbye, promising to come over for dinner before they fly out, and climbs into the cab of Cale’s truck.

Once again she’s a less than ideal passenger, but this time it’s because she sleeps the entire way back to Denver. The drinking took it out of her and coupled with the queasiness in her stomach from the winding roads sleep is the only thing that makes sense. So much for extra time with Ryan she thinks as she wakes up in the airport parking lot.

“Sleeping beauty has risen!” Ryan chuckles, “Why don’t you get out and stretch your legs for a sec? We have the parking spot for another fifteen minutes.”

Magdalene does as suggested because truthfully her joints are a little stiff, and finds Cale and Livy grabbing their bags from the back. She hugs them goodbye and wishes them safe travels, which Cale returns with a warning not to get into too much trouble before heading for the entrance. Once both of them are safely inside the confines of the airport, Ryan and Magdalene get back in the vehicle and finish the last leg of the trip.

She directs Ryan to her apartment complex, and he mentions that he’s never been in this area of the city. “That’s because you have no need to be around a bunch of university kids,” she laughs. Once they pull into the parking lot, he offers to help her take up her bag. It’s only a small suitcase Magdalene could definitely handle herself, but she wants him to come up, to prolong her time with him.

Magdalene’s keys jingle in the lock as the door opens. Ryan follows her in and shuts the door carefully, not wanting to disrupt the aura of peace that permeates the space. From what he can tell, the average size apartment is the perfect reflection of Magdalene – packed full of books and plants and feels very put together despite the owner being only twenty-five. After their shoes find a home on the boot rack and the coats they brought for the drive home are hung in the closet she leads Ryan into the living room. There’s a soft purring by his feet, and Ryan looks down to see an animal. He never pegged Magdalene as someone to keep pets.

“Who’s this?” he asks, bending down to pet the small white cat.

“That’s Caligula.”

A puzzled look graces Ryan’s features. “Who?”

“Caligula,” Madalene giggles. “You can call him little boots if you’d like. He’ll respond.” She picks up the animal when it comes to her and scratches gently behind its ear.

“Why would you name your cat something dumb like Caligula, and why does it respond to little boots?”

It’s then the woman realizes that not everyone understands the reference. “Caligula was the third emperor of Rome,” she explains, “But his real name was Gaius. He gained the nickname Caligula as a child and it just stuck. It translates to little boots in Latin.”

Ryan is in awe of Magdalene for what feels like the millionth time. Of course someone as smart as her would have a crazy name for a pet and have the knowledge to back it up. He feels his chest tighten with affection but he wills it away. She isn’t looking for anything right now, he reminds himself. Magdalene’s self-professed inability to reciprocate his feelings is frustrating, but Ryan knows he’d wait forever for her.

☼☼☼☼

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arhvste · 4 years ago

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KUROO TETSURO - 3:37AM

summary - you and kuroo play hide and seek in the early hours of morning after the hot nights of mid august prevent you both from falling asleep - fluff

this was actually a prompt written by @emma_ichihara on tiktok that i absolutely needed to write about after i saw it so thank u for that queen <3

warnings - none

The heat in your bedroom was unbearable. Then again, you couldn’t say you didn’t expect it to be as mid august is always going to be a pain to sleep through.

You tossed about in your sheets flailing your arms and legs about trying to get some sort of breeze across your limbs only to flop down in frustration. Grabbing your phone from the side of your bed you checked the time. 2:27AM.

Your eyes squinted at the brightness of the screen and you put your phone back down only to hear it vibrate on the surface as soon as you let go of the device. Assuming it was going to be a random notification from one of your apps you almost decided to ignore it but something told you to check regardless.

Your eyes once again squinting as they adjusted to the luminous light emitting from your phone contrasting against the darkness of your room. Your heart fluttered as you read through the notification.

2:28AM - tetsoup : i know ur up right now

You unlocked your phone as you typed out your reply. A conversation flowing between the two of you.

2:28AM - thot chan : okay u got me sue me for not being able to handle the heat

2:29AM - tetsoup : would’ve thought after being around me so much you’d be able to handle the hot ;)

2:29AM - thot chan : ur a chemistry nerd u aren't hot

2:29AM - tetsoup : fail ur next chemistry exam for all i care dont ask me for help :(

2:30AM - thot chan : you wound me captain

2:30AM - thot chan : and what are u doing up right now?

2:31AM - tetsoup : same as u genius, this heat is making my body perspire more than what i’d like

2:31AM - thot chan : lmao that means u finna be smelly. go take a cold shower u farm animal

2:31AM - tetsoup : at 2am? i don't think so u imbecile, i have a better solution though

2:32AM - thot chan : and that is?

You stared at your phone expecting a reply quickly but after 5 minutes it never came.

‘Idiot must’ve fallen asleep’

You hummed as you set your phone back down and allowed your head to hit back against the soft pillows on your bed. The heat was still bothering you so it didn’t look like you were going to be getting much sleep, regardless you still tried by closing your eyes and trying to force your brain into drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Not even 4 minutes into your attempt at forced sleep you heard your phone vibrate softly against the wood of your bedside table. Snatching it up towards your face you stared at the notification in disbelief.

2:43AM - tetsoup : im outside ur house hurry up the bugs are eating me alive

This boy.

Swinging your legs off the hurricane of sheets, pillows and your comforter, you dragged yourself over to the window to peek through your blinds. There stood your tall boyfriend with a big hoodie and sweatpants on, signature bedhead with his hands in his pockets patiently waiting for your arrival.

You smiled slightly. He really had your whole heart and you couldn’t deny that even if you tried.

Grabbing one of his hoodies you had ‘borrowed’ you threw on your shoes and quietly made your way to the front door carefully not wanting to disturb your parents and have them question your activities.

“Finally, my body was about to start decomposing from all the bugs attacking me from just standing here.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

Kuroo pulled your smaller frame into his significantly larger one as you inhaled the scent of his hoodie. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he gave it a soft kiss before looking back down at you.

“Come on let's go.”

You hummed in curiosity but allowed the boy to take your smaller hand into his larger calloused one and lead the way to the unknown destination.

It wasn’t rare for you and Kuroo to meet up during the night. Sure you spent a lot of time together most days but there was something about being the only ones out in such public places that made you both feel as if you were the only ones in the world. This feeling never got old to the pair of you as everytime the two of you met up in the earliest hours of morning you would find yourselves falling in love all over again with each other. These hours were the ones you held close to your evergrowing heart.

After 5 minutes of walking through the peaceful streets in your neighbourhood, Kuroo led you to the playground the two of you and Kenma would find yourselves occupied most days after school back when you were all younger. The place was such a public and overlooked one, but you all still cherished the memories created there and would sometimes find yourselves reminiscing on those times whenever you’d come back.

You let go of your boyfriend’s hand as you climbed onto the climbing structure which years ago would’ve proven to be more of a challenge for you to reach the top too. The platform a lot smaller than it used to be, you grabbed the railing and allowed a gentle breeze to run through the locks of your hair.

Kuroo looked up at you, adoration twinkling in his eyes. To him you were everything. He had known you ever since he first moved into the neighbourhood with his dad and grandparents. He used to find talking to others a struggle and found Kenma particularly hard to communicate with. You however, took the opportunity to get both boys to open up more to each other right by the reigns and within your first 6 months of being acquainted with each other, you had managed to get both boys comfortable enough to call you and each other a friend in confidence. For that, Kuroo was eternally grateful and even more so when you accepted his romantic feelings towards you 3 years ago.

“Let’s play hide and seek, you know, like we used to.”

You turned smiling to the beheaded captain. He gave you his signature smirk and turned around.

“You’ve got 30 seconds, be prepared to lose immediately.”

You laughed as he began to count up to 30, crouching behind a slide that you thought covered yourself from his view. It actually took Kuroo 54 seconds to find you and you turned the childish game into a small competition between the two of you, tallying up who could find the other the fastest each time.

It got to your 13th round and this time you were hiding inside the slide. Kuroo had yet to find you and it had been 8 minutes already. This confused you slightly as the usually perceptive boy would’ve found you by now. You climbed out of the slide and onto the platform as you glanced around your surroundings seeing no signs of him.

You raised your eyebrow as you knew the boy surely must be messing with you. He would never actually abandon you especially without letting you know.

Cupping your hands to both sides of your mouth you let yourself lean towards the railing of the climbing structure.

“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo!”

You called out while continuing to scan the area in your view.

What you weren’t expecting was for strong arms to find their way around your waist as you felt someone's hot breath against the skin on your neck.

“I’m right here, my beautiful Juliet.”

You gasped as Kuroo kissed your neck before spinning you around to look at you directly. One of his hands supporting your back and the other moving a piece of loose hair away from your face, he stared into your eyes which twinkled under the stars. You smiled widely at him as he admired your gorgeous face.

He allowed his hand to trail down your neck until he moved his fingers to weave through your hair delicately. Moving his head down, he softly kissed your lips as you melted into his touch. Your hands moved to his broad shoulders as he deepened the kiss making you sigh in satisfaction. You hummed as he drew small circles on your back with his long fingers let your own hands move towards his untamable hair and rake through it resulting in a hum of approval from him.

You both pulled away as you studied each other's expressions. In that moment Kuroo had fallen for you even deeper if that was possible. Every fibre in his being adored you and it took so much self control to not just tackle you off the structure and cuddle you forever. You were his soulmate he was sure of that. The idea of love had never crossed Kuroo’s mind until middle school when you had both grown up a little bit more. He was focused on volleyball and keeping up his grades but you were always at the back of his mind driving him crazy to the point where he felt he had no other choice than to explore these foreign feelings for you. He would argue that by confessing to you, he had made the best decision in his life. You brought nothing but pure light into his life he was convinced you were some sort of guardian angel. You couldn’t be real. You were a living goddess and there were times when he’d feel like you were too good to be true.

The feelings were mutual on your side too. Kuroo Tetsuro had been a challenge for you to get to open up but when he did he didnt hold back on subconsciously taking your heart and occupying your thoughts on the daily. The two of you held such a deep and indescribable love for each other sometimes you felt like it was too hard to contain.

Brought back to reality by your hand caressing his cheek Kuroo turned to you and smiled so genuinely.

“Y/N, I am so so in love with you.”

“I know Tetsu. I love you too. So much.”

You pecked his cheek as he guided you off the climbing structure and onto the soft grass surrounding the playground.

You both laid there in a comfortable silence as you allowed the sounds of distant cars passing through the busy city of tokyo, and the soft sounds of crickets chirping as you cuddled up to Kuroo’s chest.

He wrapped his muscular arms around you and pulled you close to him whispering “I love you” over and over again quietly enough for only you to hear.

The early morning had reached 3AM and you both knew you’d have to make your way back to your homes soon but right now nothing else mattered.

The only thing on your minds was the fact you were both stupidly in love with each other and you would continue to allow yourselves to fall in love over and over again as you stared at the stars whispering small professions of love to one another for the remaining time you spent outside.

Kuroo Tetsuro, a perceptive boy who hadn’t considered love until you came into his life, had never felt such raw emotion in his life and it was these early hour moments which he would hold close to his heart for the rest of his life which he had planned to go through with you by his side.

#kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #oneshot #kuroo x reader #fanfic #x reader

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keichanz · 6 years ago

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Our Light: iv

Many thanks to @sailorbabydoll92 for inspiring the title! She gave the suggestion Hidden Blessing, which I really liked, and it got me thinking that I liked the idea of the precious bundle having that sort of significance to Inuyasha and Kagome, a blessing in disguise, a gift, y’know? Then I started thinking that I wanted her name to have some sort of significance as well, perhaps the embodiment of something pure and light and good. Then it hit me: light. She is their light, and BAM, title. XD It doesn’t hurt that she has blonde hair too lmao and if you haven’t already guessed the name then shame on you oajsfilhfifh pffttt jk lol

Anyway, thanks you dearest for helping me figure out a title with your suggestion! ^_^ I hope you all enjoy the fourth installment of Our Light!

except for britonell. everyone except for britonell can enjoy this chapter because she was mean to me ಠ╭╮ಠ

He found her parents on the way back to the village, not very far away from where he’d found her, and he was supremely glad she was sound asleep when he stumbled across them. The area and the bodies positively reeked of demons, though Inuyasha couldn’t quite put his finger on what sort of demon it was. He was fairly confident he and the others had encountered one of its ilk before, however. A bloody mess of flesh and bone, the two humans had been completely eviscerated, no doubt by the same demons they smelled of. It was a grisly sight that no child should ever see, especially if they were that kid’s mother and father. He made a mental note of the location so he could go back and dispose of the bodies properly before continuing on his way to the village.

She had stopped shivering, thank god, but now that he could smell her clearly, Inuyasha could detect a scent associated with illness and her skin was very warm to the touch. It was unsurprising she had a fever, given the circumstances in which he’d found her. Still, it worried him so he made haste, running the rest of the way to village and not stopping until he reached Kaede’s small abode.

He paused just outside her door; they were all inside, chatting amongst themselves, and he smelled something cooking over the fire. Kaede’s scent of herbs and the lotion she used from Kagome’s time was present, so she was here too. Good; she probably had something that could help with her fever.

Tucking her more firmly against his chest and bracing himself, Inuyasha swept aside the reed mat and entered the hut.

“Oi, old woman,” he said before anyone could say anything, avoiding their gazes as he looked right at Kaede.

The elderly woman looked back with a tolerant expression, brow raised expectantly.

“I need something to reduce a fever, fast.”

Kaede stared at him steadily before nodding, giving the bundle against his chest a cursory glance before getting up to retrieve the necessary herbs and tools.

“Do ye have a fever, Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha scowled. “Do I look like I have a fever, hag? Just hurry it up, will ya?”

The old priestess slanted him a look for that remark, but nevertheless did as she was bade without comment.

Frowning, Kagome got to her feet and slowly approached him, dropping her gaze to his chest.

“Inuyasha?” she questioned. “Whatcha got there?”

She laid a hand on his arm and stood on her tiptoes to try and see, but his suikan prevented her from seeing anything.

Grimacing, Inuyasha locked gazes with her, then with the equally curious Miroku and Sango, and gave in.

“Sit down,” he told Kagome. “And lemme explain.”

Before he could launch into any explanation, however, the bundle in his arms started wriggling around, much to Kagome’s and the others’ wide-eyed surprise. Then a chorus of shocked gasps echoed around the hut when a head of yellow hair popped out from the folds of his suikan and bright blue eyes peered sleepily at the new faces.

Kagome’s hands flew up to her mouth as she breathed, “Oh my God,” while behind her Kaede hastened to make the requested medicine. Miroku gaped and Sango looked similar to Kagome as Shippou hopped up onto Kagome’s shoulder to get a look himself.

“Inuyasha, that’s...why do you ha...where...?”

Completely dumbfounded, Kagome tried to process what she was actually seeing in front of her, a mixture of disbelief and shock causing her to flounder, at an utter loss for words.

Inuyasha, her brash, rude, insensitive and oftentimes dense half-demon, was holding a child that couldn’t be older than two years and she was the cutest damn thing Kagome had ever seen. With a startling shock of choppy golden hair and the biggest, bluest eyes the likes of which she had never before seen, her flushed face was streaked with dried dirt and since she was huddled in Inuyasha’s suikan that was all Kagome was able to observe. Still, it didn’t stop her inner fangirl from mentally squealing at the very rare sight of Inuyasha holding a toddler in his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But still...why was Inuyasha holding a toddler? Why was she so dirty? And...why did she look so terribly frightened?

Inuyasha leveled her with an annoyed glare and instinctively tightened his hold on the child cradled in his arm.

“Wench, if you would just—”

A small sound coming from the tot gave him pause and he glanced down, his brow furrowed in concern.

Apparently Inuyasha’s precious cargo did not like the attention she was getting because she tensed in his arms, her scent grew bitter with fear and her blue eyes welled up with tears as she emitted a frightened cry. She burrowed against his chest, seeking to hide herself as much as possible and he could feel her start to shake again.

Inuyasha’s ears pinned and he gave Kagome a pleading, helpless look.

Sucking in a breath and shaking off the shock that momentarily immobilized her, Kagome immediately took action, her maternal instincts rushing to the fore at the sight of the terrified baby girl.

“Here, let me take her,” she said and came to the rescue, moving in close so he could transfer the child into her arms.

However, the crying abruptly turned to screeching and she clung to Inuyasha’s kosode as tight as she could, hooking her little fingers in the fabric and frantically shaking her head, refusing to part from her doggie protector.

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#our light #iv #inuyasha #kagome #inukag #keizfanfiction #fanfiction #yes the chapters will most likely always be this short #unless something important happens that i can't fit in a short chapter

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supernaturalmistress · 7 years ago

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Lost Soul Series_Pt 1.- Found

Summary: You went missing for four years under Sam and Dean’s watch. Once they get a surprising call from a friend saying that you’re in Kansas, they find you, take you under their wing, but something seems off about you. Like something is missing, and once Dean believes he should confess his love to you, he finds out just what you lost, your soul. His only mission is to retrieve your soul from Crowley and all the while wanting to tell you just how he feels…but knowing he can’t.

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (barely)

Future Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, hella angst, heartbreak (but will be fixed, I swear)

Word Count: 1,611 words (chapters will get longer as we get into it)

Author’s notes: I kinda just came up with this series idea, and since I only write once in a blue moon I figured why not go out? My b-day is in like 4 days so its kinda a gift to me!(conceited much ikr) but yeah, pls leave feedback, if you have any ideas pls send them in cuz I like need more ideas lmao. Love y’all so much, I’ll be writing this series every two days (so each chapter will come out one day then I’ll have a day to write and edit then I’ll post between 9 and 10 P.M.) so yeah thank you so much. Please ask for anything you need. Tags are open!!! (btw I’ll be posting a masterlist later on tonight). Enjoy!

ring ring.

Dean’s POV

I answered the phone only to be greeted by Jasper’s gruff voice. He had news that I couldn’t believe until he gave me his word that it was true.

Jasper, are you sure?

Yeah man. I just got the call from one of my most trusted, she’s in Kansas, Dean. Near Lebanon. Said she was staying at the White Palm. Room 17.

My heart sunk in my chest at the thought of how in the hell she got back. We thought we’d lost her all those years ago.

Four years ago

It’d had been a hard week. Alpha vamp, killing off innocents in New York, no way in hell we could capture him. We’d gotten him to come to terms to stop killing, but he only wanted one thing, J.J. I couldn’t just give her up that easily, she was the love of my life and I sure as hell wasn’t using her as bait, but she insisted and pleaded that she would keep safe as long as we caught the son of a bitch. But like always, we were dumb and stupid enough to actually think we could get him on our own, leading to her getting captured. Ever since that day, I’ve been missing her, wondering and hoping she would come back to me.

Present

“All this time we thought she’s been being tortured, or worse. Now that I know she’s alive, I ain’t ever letting her go” I said to myself as I gripped the steering wheel tight on Baby. I pushed the gas hard, trying to get there as quick as I could before you were gone, knowing I couldn’t waste another minute away from you.

I’ve missed you as long as i could imagine and every since that day I’ve felt guilty for what happened. Now, it was the time to set things straight once and for all.

We arrived at the White Palm, my hands filled with sweat as we walked to Room 17. I was shaking because I had no idea what to do when I saw you. Didn’t know if I should hug you, apologize for all the shit we put you through, or hell I even thought about kissing you.

Sam looked at me with reassurance while knocking. Whatever happened, we both knew you were still our J.J. and you meant the world to us, to me.

The door opened swiftly as a well built, tall, shirtless black haired man stood in the doorway. I looked him up and down.

“Yeah?” he asked with a deep voice.

Sam and I looked at each other, and I was having doubts you were actually here.

Sam asked “Um, we’re looking for J.J., is she here?”

“Sorry bro, no one here by that name.”

My face fell but as soon as I heard movement inside I looked behind him only to see your beautiful figure moving to pack some clothes.

“J.J.?”

You turned and as soon as we locked eyes, a smile grew on my face and a smirk on yours.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Sam and Dean Winchester. Been awhile since I’ve seen them pretty faces.” your smooth voice ran through me as your beautiful Y/E/C burned throughout me. Just then every shitty thing in my life gone to dust, fixed by your lovely face.

Your POV

You were shocked at the fact they actually found you, thought they’d left you behind in their memories long ago.

“Well uh,” you said as you started to give the black haired man his belongings, pushing him towards the door, “Thanks uh Jacob for, last night. It was fun.” Poor thing seemed confused and corrected you,

“Jason.”

“Right, well Jason, bye,” you said as you closed the door in his face. Sam and Dean looked very surprised at this new version of you, for one night stands used to be a big no-no for you.

“Little harsh there, don’t you think J.J.?” Sam asked with a laugh.

You chuckled.

“Well boys, it’s good to see you too.” You hugged them. They took awhile to hug you back before looking at your face. Dean carried out the hug a little longer.

“So, no call, no text, no smoke signals, no nothing?” Dean asked, getting serious.

“Sorry, I’ve just been busy with things. Hunting.”

“Yeah well, I figured as close as we are, you’d check up. Thought we were family. Figured if you came back, we’d be the first people you’d call.”

You scoffed. “Right mom, sorry I didn’t call you to check in, last time I checked I was an adult who makes her own decisions.”

They both asked the same question in their mind: What in the hell had happened to you? Cause this sure as hell wasn’t you.

Sam tried to quickly change the subject, for he could already feel the tension rising between you two.

“So J.J.--”

“Y/N/N.”

“Hmm?”

“I just go by Y/N/N now, haven’t been called J.J. in years.”

Just then it hit Sam the crossed Dean. Years? What’d you mean by years?

“Wait, wait. Years? Y/N/N, how long have you been out ever since…” Sam began to ask.

“After the incident, things happened and let’s just say I got lucky.”

Dean got heated and began to get impatient.

“Answer the question J.J. How long have you been out?”

You sighed, looked at the ceiling in annoyance, trying to calculate exactly, “Umm, about four-ish years? Yeah, I’d say four.”

They both looked at each other with disappointment and disbelief.

“You’ve been here all this time and never even called to let us know you were ok, or alive at least?!” Dean had finally snapped. He thought he’d lost you all those years ago, all the while you’ve been running around the country going on hunts, sleeping in cheap motels and having shitty one night stands. The love of his life, alive, this entire time.

“Oh calm your tits grandma, I’m sorry that as soon as I got out I didn’t want to call the only to people who I completely trusted only to get me kidnapped, tortured, sliced and diced each and every way,” you said, finally tired of their bullshit.

They once again looked at each other, faces and minds full of guilt. You were right. It was their fault you were taken and they had no room to argue. Dean couldn’t bear the thought of what you went through so all he did was move swiftly across the room and hugged you. He kissed the temple of your forehead and whispered ‘sorry’ one too many times.

“Ok Mother Theresa, it’s all good, I forgive you, both of you.” You gave them a small smile which was all they needed.

Sam was more than curious to find out how in the hell you escaped an alpha vamps nest.

“So, J--Y/N/N, I have only one question...how in the world did you escape and alpha?” Sam asked with caution.

There was a long pause until a deep British voice interrupted your conversation.

“Why me of course moose, that poor girl wouldn’t have stood a chance against those blood-sucking parasites.”

Dean jumped from the bed and raised his gun to Crowley.

“Oh calm down squirrel, I was just coming to check up on the girl,” he said as he helped himself to the mini bar in your motel room.

“What do you want you son of a bitch?!” Dean asked.

“Oh, darling I see you haven’t filled them in on our little dilemma. You want to tell them or should I?”

You looked at the boys then Crowley.

“Dean, please,” you asked officially annoyed.

“Not until someone explains what this snot-nosed asshole is doing here!” Dean yelled.

“Oh squirrel, always putting violence before knowledge. Might wanna let your girl explain herself and put that thing down before you hurt somebody.” Dean hesitated before looking to you for reassurance and you nodded to him. He put the gun down, while he and Sam waited for you to begin.

Dean began “J.J., please don’t tell me you made a deal with this shithead?!” Dean snapped.

“Hurtful.”

“J, what the hell is going on?” Sam asked after a moment of silence.

“Ok, yes Crowley did save me and yes it came at a price but I know more than to make a deal with a demon--”

Dean interrupted you while crossing his arms, “Ok well please explain what this “price” is, please.”

“Well, that’s my cue.” and with a snap, Crowley was gone and left you to explain the rest.

You sighed knowing your ass is toast after this, which is why you never called them in the first place, because if they knew they would lose their shit. You began to pack up for leave while you told the story.

“Ok, well after about three months with the vamps, some would come and go, feed then leave. Some would come to taunt, cut, bleed, or do whatever to me and I was just about on the brink of death...before Crowley had somehow found me and told me he could free me, heal me and help me, for something that I had--that he needed,”

You looked behind you to see the boys worried about what you were going to say.

“--he said it was something that was special, innocent, and pure. Something he could use to get himself off the ground in hell and could use to get around and get himself back where he needs to be.”

“And what exactly was it he needed--oh excuse me, what he got from you?” Dean asked.

You sighed, with a shrug of your shoulders.

“My soul.”

Tags for this series are open, just ask ;-)

#spn #supernatural #lost soul series #dean x reader #sam x reader #spn series #smut #fluff

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glaceontea · 7 years ago

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Cheerleader pt.4

okay so this was supposed to be pure fucking fluff but random feels train comes out of nowhere at the end I'm so sorry lmao

Tagged: @starlight-sanders, @sanspie122, @80s-addict, @watch-me-introvert, @princeyandanxiety, @imin-loveanon, @gaysonofjafar, @gotta-love-dem-sides (feel free to send me an ask or a pm if you want to be added/removed from the tag list!)

Warnings: Random feels (not that bad bc i can't hurt logicality)

Ship: Logicality and Prinxiety (no prinxiety in this chapter specifically though)

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Logan was sitting in their usual spot, the spot where he, Roman, Patton, and Virgil all sat together at lunchtimes. Although, he was alone today. Patton and Roman had an extra cheerleading practice that lunch for the competition coming up the next week, and Virgil went to go watch. Logan would've too, if he didn't need to study for the Chemistry exam he had the next day. He couldn't study at the gym, because, well, Patton would be a minor distraction.

"Hey cutie," someone said from in front of him.

"Hi P- you're not my boyfriend," Logan said, taken aback. A girl, one that he recognised being from Patton's cheerleading team, stood in front of him. He pushed his glasses up his face. "What can I do to help?"

The girl smirked. "Well," she started, "my friends were wondering if you wanted to sit with us. I'm sure you wouldn't mind being surrounded by cheerleaders while you studied, would you?" Logan blinked.

"I already have two annoying cheerleaders to deal with at lunch, I don't need any more. So... I'm good thanks," Logan retorted. Wow, that was... 'savage'. Logan thought about whether he got the usage of the word savage correct that time, furrowing his eyebrows, while the girl stood there in shock.

"Isn't Patton your boyfriend?" Logan looked back up at her.

"Correct."

"You shouldn't be dating him if you think he's annoying," she chided. Logan frowned slightly.

"He's not, I was using sarcasm. About the boys, not you lot. You girls seem to be bitchy, and likely annoying." The girl's jaw dropped, before snapping back closed. She stepped closer, grabbing Logan's chin and bringing their faces less than a centimetre apart.

"Let's see how annoying you find me after-" someone beside them cleared their throat. The girl let him go and backed away slightly, crossing her arms. Logan looked after to find, oh, relief, Patton standing there with a smile on his face. Patton approached and sat next to Logan, resting his hand on Logan's upper thigh.

"I see you've met Natalia," he said, tone unimpressed. Logan was about to say something when Patton cut him off with a quick kiss. "And I recommend, Natalia," he said lowly, a tone indicating warning, "that you stay away from my boyfriend. Or else." Natalia smirked.

"Actually, I wouldn't be so sure of his loyalty, Patton. You see, Logan and I were about to ki-" She stopped dead in her tracks when Patton smiled at her, then kissed Logan again. Logan froze, then, realising this one wasn't as quick as the last, kissed back. He placed his hands on Patton's hips, leaning forward. They heard Natalia stomp away in a huff, and Patton pulled away. The boy had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, making Logan smile.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Logan asked.

"They didn't even start cheerleading practice, coach had a meeting." Patton pecked him on the lips. "I took a while to change, Roman was distracting me. Being dramatic, you know, the usual. I came just in time to save you from heterosexual contact." Logan laughed.

"Well, actually, now that you're here, would you like to accompany me on a date after school?" Patton's cheeky smile grew into a grin, and he nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! Where to? I want to go get ice-cream. Ooh, or maybe we can go ice-skating?"

"Neither of us have classes this afternoon, so we can go wherever you want. We have two spares on a Friday afternoon, remember?"

"Can we leave right now?" Patton asked, eyes shining like the adorable dork he was. Logan nodded in response.

"Let's go."

The couple entered the indoor ice-skating rink, Patton immediately shivering and curling into Logan.

"It's cold!" He exclaimed, longingly eyeing the scarves and beanies they had in stock.

"What did you expect, Patton?" Patton rolled his eyes and dragged Logan over to pay for skates (along with some warmer clothes for Patton). He slipped on a jumper, gloves, scarf and beanie, placed a beanie on Logan's head and a scarf around his neck, deciding his boyfriend needed some warmth too. "I don't need a scarf, Patton."

"How are you not cold?" Patton asked, staring at his boyfriend incredulously.

"I am cold, but I like it," Logan replied, leaning back and crossing his arms as Patton fumbled with his skates.

"You're a monster," Patton mumbled cheekily, earning a light nudge from Logan. "Besides, you look adorable in a scarf and beanie." Patton finished putting on his skates and stood up along with Logan. He immediately fell forwards, making Logan reach out and catch him before he could break his nose.

"Have you never been ice-skating before either?" Logan asked the boy in his arms.

"I go ice-skating all the time! You haven't?" Logan laughed and rebalanced Patton, guiding him along the ice.

"I'm sure you'll be great once we're out there." Patton laughed nervously, carefully stepping onto the ice. Logan took a confident stride, immediately gliding perfectly. "This is awesome!" Logan exclaimed, moving forward again. Patton laughed, gaining a cheeky twinkle in his eye.

"I guess you could say that ice-skating is-"

"Don't you dare."

"-pretty cool!" He exclaimed with a giggle, pointing finger guns at his boyfriend. He immediately almost lost balance, gripping onto the side for dear life. Logan groaned and skated ahead, just to test how well he could. Turns out, much to Patton's astonishment, he was perfect. Logan began to skate faster and faster around the rink, sometimes skating backwards to test that out too. He was a natural. Logan came to a stop beside Patton, who had barely moved an inch.

"You said you've never skated before!" Patton huffed. Logan laughed, pressing a kiss to Patton's cold nose.

"I haven't. Although, I have read many books on ice-skating and its techniques before. My dad used to be really good, until he got arthritis and couldn't anymore." Patton shook his head in disbelief. Of course his boyfriend was a natural ice-skater.

Logan started off again, although slow, so Patton could get used to it and skate with him. Patton simply began stepping, still clinging to the wall, and Logan laughed.

"Babe, you have to let go of the wall. Come on, grab my arm," he offered, extending his hand out to Patton. Patton quickly transferred all his weight to Logan, making the boy struggle to keep his balance. "Patton!" He cried in alarm, pulling against Patton's weight to hold him up. "Here, just stand, and we'll just hold hands. Nice and easy, okay?"

Yeah, apparently not. Every time he and Patton tried to move, Patton would slip, pulling Logan off-balance. Logan sighed, but didn't lose patience, his boyfriend was too cute to get mad at.

"Okay then, just... wrap your arm around me, and I'll wrap mine around you. Yes, like that. Now, taking simple steps, that's the way! Babe, you're doing so well!" Logan continued guiding Patton like this, the cheerleader's grip around him staying tight so he wouldn't let himself fall. As Patton became more confident, they moved to just holding hands, still moving quite slow.

Logan couldn't get frustrated, because seeing his boyfriend's utter concentration was adorable, reminding Logan just how much he loved him. They gradually began speeding up, but Logan threw that plan out the window once Patton completely lost balance out of nowhere, pulling Logan to the ground with him.

Logan almost landed directly on top of him, only his arm bracing him against the ice stopping him. Patton let out a giggle, making Logan roll his eyes and press a kiss against his lips. Logan got himself up, helping Patton up, and dragging him over to the side, where they both rested against the wall.

"Thanks for helping me learn. And having patience with me," Patton thanked him, and Logan smiled.

"I only do it because you're adorable." Patton blushed, making his face that was already pink from the cold turn red. Logan moved so he was in front of him, gently resting his hand's on the boy's hips. "You're fucking cute, and I love you," he stated, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's lips.

"If you can keep your balance, which I think you can save for the occasional slip, we can move to the middle and I'll just pull you along? Not fast though, don't worry," Logan assured him, and Patton nodded, taking both the hands that Logan offered. Logan began skating backwards, taking him into the middle of the rink. Most of the rink was clear, as not many were there on a Friday during school hours.

Logan began spinning them slowly, and Patton giggled, muttering a 'noooo' lightly. Instead, Logan pulled Patton to his chest, littering kisses across his face.

"Do you want to sit and watch while I try out some stuff? I'll be approximately ten minutes, most likely," Logan offered.

"Yes, I can't wait to see you show off." Logan guided Patton back to the stands, and then sped around the ice to warm himself up more. He let the momentum take him and he tried to remember tricks he read. Now... what was that beginner's move... oh!

Spiral/

A spiral is an element in figure skating where the skater glides on one foot while raising the free leg above hip level.

Skate forward at a moderate pace... hold both arms up to sides... lean forward and lift one leg up off the ice... aha!

Patton applauded Logan loudly as he performed a move. Although Patton had no idea what it was, it certainly looked cool. Logan put his leg down and bowed, attempting something else. Ten minutes later, Logan came off the ice, grinning.

"That was so much fun," he said, removing his skates and taking Patton's hand as they left the building, leaving their rental skates at the front desk. Patton removed his jacket, scarf, and beanie, along with Logan's scarf, but left the beanie on.

"That beanie is too cute on you," Patton complimented, patting his head lovingly. Logan rolled his eyes and squeezed Patton's hand lightly, leading them to the park for a walk.

As soon as Patton got to the park, he spotted something and ran off to it, yelling something about staying where he was. Logan sat down on the park bench, wondering what possibly that boy could be getting up to. Not even two minutes later, Patton returned, two big sticks of cotton candy in either hand. Logan took the blue one that Patton was holding as Patton happily sat down and began eating his own pink one.

"Patton, why did you buy us this? It's pure sugar! I can't believe we're actually eating this, it's disgusting." Logan began picking at and eating his, and Patton pouted jokingly. Patton leaned his head on the other's shoulder, gently moving his free hand to steal some of his cotton candy when-

"No don't touch it, it's mine!" He squealed, frowning at Patton like a two-year-old. Patton laughed and stole it anyway, shoving it into his mouth without a care.

"You know, cotton candy is called different things in different parts of the world. For example, in South Africa, the United Kingdom and New Zealand, they call it 'candy floss'." Patton looked up at him, excited to hear the facts he had to share. "And in Australia, they call it 'fairy floss'."

"That's a much prettier name than cotton candy!" Patton exclaimed.

"Also, in France they call it la barbe à papa, meaning 'daddy's beard'," Logan informed him, causing Patton to laugh. Logan continued telling Patton everything he knew about the sweets they held in their hands, until they ran out of cotton candy (or as Patton had elected to call it now, 'fairy floss') to eat.

"Oh my god, puppy! And Roman!" Patton squealed, his attention on Logan suddenly disappearing. Logan quickly took the bare stick out of Patton's hand before his boyfriend ran off, greeting his fellow cheerleader that held an adorable puppy in his arms. Logan discarded the cardboard and made his way over to Roman and Patton, the latter excitedly cooing over the pup.

"Is that a... corgi?" Logan asked, safely keeping his distance from the creature. Logan was certainly more of a cat person. Dogs lick too much.

"Yup!" Logan looked at it, silently laughing at it's funny ears.

"Did you know the 'corgi' is actually Welsh for dwarf dog? Definitely suits it," Logan told them. Patton squealed.

"That's so cute! What's it's name?" Patton asked, patting the thing.

"His name is Prince," Roman answered.

"Named after your... royally annoying attitude, I'm assuming," Logan commented, making Roman protest and Patton praise him for making a joke.

"Anyway, what brings you here?" Roman asked. Logan rolled his eyes, then leapt away at the sudden lick a dog at his feet gave him.

"We were actually on a date, before you interrupted with these... things," Logan deadpanned, making both Patton and Roman gasp in mock offence. "Don't get me wrong, they're are... relatively cute, I just prefer cats. You know this already Patton, stop acting like you're about to disown me." Patton continued to pout and Roman was looking at him like he were some form of a horrific monster. "But, dogs do intrigue me, you know. While I may not enjoy them too much in a companionship sense, they are quite fascinating. For example, did you know that dogs can recognise over 150 words?" Logan began telling the pair his favourite dog facts, and reluctantly held the german shepherd pup that was handed to him.

"Mum and dad decided to get these three this afternoon, and told me to take them out to interact with the world. A corgi, german shepherd and dalmatian pup."

"An odd trio... but," Logan sighed in defeat, "I like them." Patton squealed in happiness, glad that his boyfriend had been swayed by the puppies that were yapping and wagging their tails around them.

"Anyway, I'd best be off, I have football training at four, and I've got-" he checked his watch "-ten minutes! Fuck, see you later guys!" Logan released the german shepherd he was holding and watched as the dogs happily ran along with Roman towards the school, the only thing stopping them from going ahead being their leashes.

"I feel disgusting, I need to wash my hands," Logan said, holding his hands out in front of him so as to keep the germs away. Patton laughed and intertwined their hands, heading off towards Logan's house to hang out for a while.

The two sat on Logan's couch in front of the TV, watching Steven Universe while cuddled up together. They sat amongst a pile of pillows and blankets, sitting side by side, hands held gently and legs tangled between them. Logan gently rubbed circles into Patton's hand, a soothing and comforting motion to both of the boys.

Logan was continuously becoming distracted by his boyfriend, his adorable gasps and reactions at the cartoon making Logan look over at him constantly. Patton looked up at Logan, making both blush.

"What?" Patton asked him. Logan blushed even harder.

"You're fucking adorable, that's what," Logan replies, pecking Patton on the lips.

"Well aren't you two the most adorable couple in the world!" Logan's mum exclaimed, making Logan jump and Patton laugh.

"Mum!" Logan yelled, frowning at her jokingly.

"I knocked off work early today, thank god. The amount of grumpy customers at the bakery today was simply astounding! Anyway, if you and Patton want to bake you can do so, there should be some ingredients somewhere. If you need ingredients, just take what you need from my purse and go buy them. The boss paid me extra last week, so we can just bake a shitton this week. I'm going upstairs for a nap, don't burn the house down," his mother warned, and Logan promised not to, removing himself from Patton.

"What do you want to bake?" Logan asked, making his way to the kitchen. Patton dragged himself off the couch and followed.

"Baking? Uhh... chocolate chip cookies? Wait no, blueberry muffins. Wait no, banana bread! WAIT NO, BROWNIES!" Patton said, basically listing all of his favourite things. Logan laughed and shook his head at his boyfriend as he looked through the cupboards for ingredients.

"Well, we only have enough for chocolate chip cookies, but I can get ingredients for something else if you want? The store is only just up the road," Logan asked, turning to his excitable boyfriend. Patton grinned, eyes sparkling, and pecked Logan on the cheek.

"You're the best." Logan blushed and muttered something about that being a lie. "Can we make banana bread?" Logan nodded, making his way out of the house.

"I'll be back in five minutes, do you want to find all the ingredients? I'm pretty sure there's a recipe on the bench somewhere, we make cookies all the time," Logan told him. Patton eagerly searched for and found the recipe, reading Logan's mum's handwriting carefully.

"Butter..." Patton muttered each ingredient to himself as he searched the kitchen for them, carefully placing them on the bench in an order the would satisfy Logan's need for tidiness. Logan suddenly burst through the door, an armful of groceries.

"I made a mistake and accidentally bought marshmallows." Patton looked up at Logan skeptically, not believing him. "Okay okay, I bought marshmallows because they look really good and I know you love them and I love you so here they are." Patton blushed, catching the (family size) packet of marshmallows Logan threw his way. Logan dumped the groceries on the bench and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, pressing a tender kiss to his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, but I also love the idea of me eating some chocolate chip cookies so let me go." Logan chuckled and released Patton, unpacking the ingredients.

"I'm going to make the banana bread while you make the cookies, because you have the recipe right there, okay? Follow the method carefully, just ask for help if you need it." Patton nodded as Logan preheated the oven to the correct temperature and got out all the utensils he needed. Logan made sure to keep an eye on his clumsy boyfriend, knowing full well that he wasn't good at baking in the slightest.

Except, maybe he'd been practicing? He seemed to be doing alright - not a single shell from the eggs! Maybe he was getting better? His face is so cute when he concentrates- oh. The distraction that was his adorable boyfriend made Logan get eggshell in his own mixture. Fuck.

Logan carefully began extracting the evil eggshell, when-

"Logan?" Patton asked, interrupting Logan's eggshell-extraction. "How do you... fold?" Logan slid over to his boyfriend, noticing he'd already beaten the dough to perfection.

"How did you do that so fast without an electric mixer?" Logan asked, astounded. Okay, so maybe his boyfriend wasn't shit at baking.

"You know I've got strong muscles, though my body doesn't quite show it," he reminded him, pointing to his tummy. Logan laughed and poked it teasingly, earning a kiss from Patton.

"Here, let me show you. First, just pour some of the chocolate chips in- the goal is to fold the chocolate chips evenly throughout the mixture without losing too much air, right? And then, grab your spatula-" Logan simply grabbed Patton's hand that held the spatula, then made his other hand grab the side of the bowl, "-and fold from the bottom, to the top. It's almost like... stirring sideways, but slowly." Logan guided Patton's hands gently, until Patton got the hang of it and could do it himself. "Add as many chocolate chips as you think it needs, but not too many, otherwise we may as well eat the chocolate chips as they are," he warned with a giggle.

"You claim you don't have feelings, but you're the cheesiest person on the planet, you know,' Patton informed the other. Logan simply raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so?"

"Well, yeah, you did that thing they do in romance movies where the main characters touch hands when they're doing demonstrations and stuff, which makes them fall in love." Logan smiled.

"Did it work?" Patton nodded.

"Somehow, I'm even more in love than I was before." Suddenly, an over-excited mother of Logan burst into the kitchen.

"Aww!" She cooed, snapping a photo of them looking all in love and stuff.

"Muuuum," Logan groaned, slapping his forehead in embarrassment.

"Anyways, I couldn't sleep, so I'm going to join you. Chocolate chip cookies?" Patton nodded and smiled. "They look amazing! Much better than the goop you made last time." Logan couldn't help but laugh at his mum's bluntness, making Patton shove him playfully. "And is that- LOGAN SANDERS! How dare you put eggshell in a banana bread recipe. I am very disappointed in you," his mum scolded, shaking her head and tutting sarcastically.

"Mum! I was removing it, then cutie patootie over here distracted me!" He gestured over to Patton, who simply laughed and poked him.

"Do you two want to go for a swim or something? I can finish off the banana bread and I'll put the cookies in the oven for you."

"Well, actually, we can go do our homework, but we may go for a swim later, right Patton?" Logan asked, and Patton groaned.

"Really? Homework is your idea of a cute date afternoon?"

"Well, we don't have to do homework exactly..." Logan compromised, grabbing Patton's collar lightly. Patton giggled, humming as they edged closer together.

"Okay, upstairs you go!" Logan's mum shooed, kicking Logan's butt (literally) out of the kitchen. Patton trailed behind Logan upstairs to his bedroom, the pair laughing the whole way up.

"Your mum actually makes the best spaghetti," Patton said, lying across Logan on his bed, his head on his boyfriend's belly. Logan hummed in agreement, playing with the soft, brown strands of Patton's hair. He was thinking, about both the times that Patton stood up to those other cheerleaders. The first time, he tried to outdo them, like he was trying to win Logan over. Then the second time, just that lunchtime, how Patton almost tried to fend them off.

"Hey, Pat..." Logan began. Patton's beautiful light brown eyes stared into Logan's darker ones, showing Logan he was focused on the him. "You know, I figured out what those cheerleaders were doing. They were flirting, correct?" Patton nodded reluctantly, wondering where this could possibly be going. "And you didn't like it when one of them, was it Natalia? I can't remember, kissed my cheek, correct?" Patton nodded again.

"And then this morning, when you kissed me in front of her, it was an act of possessiveness. You kissed me in front of her to show her who I belong to." This time Logan wasn't asking for confirmation, though Patton hummed an affirmation. "You were jealous. I figured it out! I told you I was getting better at feelings," Logan announced excitedly. Patton rolled his eyes.

"Yes, because they were flirting with you because you're my boyfriend. It's annoying." Patton huffed, and Patton could feel the vibrations of Logan's suppressed laughter against his head.

"Patton, you know I've only got eyes for you. I may be bisexual, but I'm not going to fall in love with every girl I meet, just like I don't fall in love with every guy. But, I did fall in love with you, Patton." Patton looked up at him and smiled sheepishly.

"You know, I'm just worried I'm not enough. Stupid little... insecurities." Patton blinked back tears.

"Aw, babe," Logan cooed, lifting his boyfriend up so that he could properly talk to him, eye-level with the other. "I don't deserve you, you are honestly the best thing that has happened to me. Don't get yourself down like that, you know I love you. Besides," he added, "those cheerleaders are a bunch of bitches, and now, I hate them even more for making you feel like this." Logan pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Patton immediately clung onto him, grinning at his cheesy little speech. He pressed his lips onto Logan's, Logan holding his face tenderly. They pulled apart, both with a sparkle in their eye and completely speechless. Logan opened his mouth to say something, but then Patton hushed him, leaning them back onto the bed to just cuddle.

I love you, Patton, and nothing will ever change that.

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It All Started At A Coffee Shop

•Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

•Genre: Fluff

•Words: 3059

•A/N: Okay wow this is way longer than any of my other fanfictions. I kept procrastinating so it took me like a week to write oops. Anyways hope you like it!

•Summary: You meet Taehyung at a coffee shop and it turns out you both go to the same university. He asks you on a date and you get something to eat before he suggests that you go to his apartment. You go and meet his dog and fluff ensues. (please don’t judge my summary skills I know I suck at them lmao).

You can feel a pair of eyes gazing at you ever so subtly as you walk into the warm and welcoming coffee shop. It had started snowing outside and you were getting cold, so you came in to get a hot chocolate. Coffee wasn’t really your thing so you always got that. Walking over to the counter, you glance quickly at the calm eyes watching you. There he was, a boy with brown hair and cocoa eyes, wearing a black pea coat and a grey scarf. He blushes before moving his gaze away, becoming shy. You’re glad that he did though, since your cheeks turn a tint of pink in return. Once you received your drink, you walk over to the cute spot next to the fireplace. You love this spot because it always feels so comforting with the sound of the wood gently crackling. Soon after you sat down, the boy across the room gets up and walks over to you swiftly. He places his coffee down on the table that you’re sitting at.

“May I, uh, sit here?” He asks flustered.

You smile up at him, you didn’t think he would of actually made a move.

“Yes of course!”

He gives a relieved smile and sits down on the chair opposite of yours. You sip your hot chocolate, trying to hide the grin on your face.

“So, um, what’s your name?”

You look up at him, you realize you were staring at the ground because you were too shy to make eye contact.

“Oh, I’m Y/N, what’s yours?”

“I’m Taehyung” He holds out his hand to shake yours with a box smile plastered on his face. Your cold hand shakes his warm one politely.

“So what brings you here?” He sips his coffee.

“Oh, well it started snowing outside and I was getting cold, so I came in to get a drink.”

He nods in understanding, “Yeah, I just needed some time off of my school work. I go to university around here, it’s pretty stressful, but a coffee usually helps to calm me down.”

You were currently in university as well, what if he actually went to the same one as you?

“Which one do you go to?” You ask curiously, raising your eyebrow.

“St. James.“

You stare in disbelief, he actually goes to your university. How did you not see him around? You must of been too caught up with school work to even notice, but how can you not notice that amazing boy?

“You’re kidding, I go there too!”

His eyes widen in surprise, “Really? I’ve never seen you around.”

You shrug and take another sip of hot cocoa.

“So uh- maybe we could hang out sometime, maybe get something to eat?”

Wait, pause. Did Taehyung just subtly ask you out?

“Yeah sure, that would be great actually. Would tomorrow work?”

“Yeah, we can meet in the library if you want?”

“Cool. See you tomorrow then?” You start to get up from the seat.

“Yeah uh- wait!” He reaches out his hand for you to stay, you stop instantly and stare at him, “I never got your number.”

“Oh, right.” You chuckle and quickly grab a pen out of your purse and write your number on the napkin that was laying on the table. You hand it to him and he says a quiet ‘thank you’.

“I’ll text you, okay?” He watches as you head to the door.

“I’ll be waiting.” You smile and walk out into the cold outdoors.

The next morning you wake up more excited than ever. You’re meeting Taehyung at noon, you quickly shower and get dressed. Since you two seemed to have really liked each other yesterday, you tried to look your best. As you’re getting ready, you hear your phone buzz. You pick it up to find that Taehyung has texted you.

Taehyung: We still on for today?

You: Yup! On my way now :)

Taehyung: Cool, can’t wait to see you!

You grab your keys and put on your coat rapidly. Once you lock your door, you start heading over to the library.

When you walk into the library, you instantly spot Taehyung sitting on one of the worn out couches, looking at his phone. You decide to surprise him, so you sneak up behind him and put your hands around his eyes.

“Guess who.”

He chuckles softly and shrugs, “Hmmm, I give up.” He grabs your hands gently. He pushes them off of his eyes and looks up at you with a box smile. You giggle and move around to the other side of the couch to sit next to him. You flop down and put your hands on your lap.

“So, where to?”

He tucks his phone into his coat pocket and looks at you.

“Well there’s this really cute sandwich place down the street and their food is amazing, so I thought we would go there. Does that sound good?” He tilts his head.

You nod right as your stomach growls loudly.

“Aish, we should probably go now, you’re starving.” Taehyung stands up and holds out his hand. You take it and stand up yourself. The two of you don’t stop holding hands for the whole walk there. This was only your first ‘date’ but neither of you really seemed to mind.

Taehyung opens the door to the small shop and -being the gentleman that he is- lets you go in first. You both walk over to the counter to look at the menu hanging from the ceiling. Once you get your sandwiches, Tae takes you by the hand and leads you to the cute little spot in the corner, away from everyone else. You plop down on the booth seat and Tae joins you.

You take a bite from your sandwich, your eyes instantly widen at how great it tastes.

“Good right? I told you.” He nudges you playfully with his elbow, which makes you giggle.

“So what year of university are you in?” He takes a bite of his sandwich.

“I’m in my second year, how about you?”

“You’re joking, I’m in my second year too!”

You both laugh, and that’s when you realize how adorable his laugh is. It’s more on the silent side, so all you can see is him rocking back and forth in pure joy, but it’s adorable nonetheless.

“Man I never knew we had so much in common.” He calms down from his laughter.

“I didn’t either, wow”

“Hey so, would you want to come to my place after we eat? Just to hang out and stuff. I have a dog too, you’re not allergic right?”

You stop midway into biting your sandwich to stare at him in disbelief.

“You… Have a dog?”

“Yeah, I live in an apartment building that’s close to the university but not on university property, plus my building allows dogs so. Are you allergic?”

You ignore his question and continue to stare, “Taehyung, I love dogs.”

A box smile appears on his face.

“Well um… His name is Miso and he’s only a year old.“

“Aw~, what breed is he?” You suddenly get curious.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Taehyuuuuuuuung~,” You whine, “Tell me, pleeeease~!” You tug on his coat.

“Ah! Calm down.” He swats your hand gently away from his jacket, “If you come to my apartment, I can show you.” He smiles mischievously. This was Tae’s way of flirting, it was subtle, but you found it extremely endearing.

You cock your head to the side and squint at him. You knew you couldn’t resist his offer and you hated him for being able to be so sly. ‘That smooth little mother fuc-’ You’re thought was cut off by your mouth speaking on it’s own.

“Okay, fine.”

His box smile returns on his face, even bigger than before.

“Ya~!” He claps like a little kid that just got what they want.

“Let’s go before I change my mind.” That was a lie, you weren’t gonna change your mind, you just want to see how he would react.

His eyes widen and his hand grabs your wrist at lightning speed. He pulls you up off the seat and pulls you out the door. You realize that you didn’t even pick up your garbage.

“Taehyung!” You call out.“

He stops abruptly, worried he’d done something wrong. He turns his face to you with concerned eyes, his grip still on your wrist.

“Yes? What is it?”

“We didn’t pick up the garbage! We can’t be rude like that.”

“It’s fine, they pick it up anyway, c'mon!” Without any warning he starts sprinting, dragging you with him.

After a good 10 minutes or so of running, you finally reach his building, which is conveniently not that far from the university. Tae pulls you up the stairs and up to the floor that he lives on. When you get to his door, he swiftly pulls out his key and unlocks the door frantically. As soon as the door swings open, a small puppy comes running out from the darkness and jumps onto the boy next to you.

“Hello hello!” Taehyung chuckles lightly and lets go of your wrist to pick up the dog. He turns on the light so the dog can finally be revealed. When it comes into focus, you cover your mouth with your hand in awe. It was a cream-coloured chow chow puppy, his fluffy tail wagging in excitement from his owner’s return. The puppy was so damn fluffy that it looked like a tiny bear. You don’t even get time to process the situation before Taehyung speaks up.

“Here he is, this is Miso! I chose that name for him because miso means smile in Korean, and he would never stop smiling when I got him.” He hands the puppy carefully to you, placing it in your arms.

You hold it with one arm and pet it with your other hand. It’s fur coat was so soft, it felt like a blanket.

Your voice goes two pitches higher than it usually is as you talk to the dog in your arms.

“Aw hello~” You nuzzle your nose in it’s soft fur, which makes Taehyung melt right then and there. He gazes at you with fond eyes as you cuddle with the small dog. You put the puffy dog down onto the dark hardwood flooring and pet it one last time before looking up at Taehyung, who’s already staring at you.

“What?” You ask.

“It’s just… You and Miso are so…” He demonstrates what he’s trying to say but hugging himself tightly.

“Cute?” You try to guess what he’s saying.

He looks away, nodding bashfully. You giggle before taking off your shoes and jacket.

“So anyways… This is my place.” He guides you in and brings you into the main living area. His apartment was surprisingly really nice. It was very modern and new. There was black and white furniture and a giant floor to ceiling window that looks out at the university. The kitchen was attached to the living room, it had shiny white countertops with a stainless steel oven and fridge. The backsplash was made out of a white stone and it had black cabinets. You can’t help but stare at his place. It was way bigger than you had imagined, and much nicer.

“Like it?” He asks, sitting on the white couch facing the television in front of the big window and pats the spot next to him. You nod and walk over and sit next to him, not trying to sit too close just in case.

Miso jumps up on the couch and lays on your lap.

“I see he likes you more than me.” Taehyung chuckles and moves closer to you. Your heart starts beating quickly and a light pink bites your cheeks from his action. You both liked each other, but why were you so damn nervous?

“So… How do you like it here?” You ask, trying to keep calm.

“It’s nice, it’s way better than those crappy dorms.” He looks around the room.

“Definitely…” You look down, unaware of what to say next.

“You’re so shy~.” Taehyung nudges your arm with his elbow playfully, “Loosen up a little, it’s just me.” He gives a warm smile.

‘Yes it is just you Taehyung, and that’s enough for me to go crazy for you.’ You think to yourself.

You stare at the ground a second longer before finally building up the confidence to speak.

“I’m just gonna say it,” You look up at him, who looks at you with his mouth slightly agape, “I- uh, like you Taehyung.” You stutter, “This might sound cheesy but um, I don’t know if you like me the way that I like you?” You search for his eyes and once you find them, they don’t budge.

You can see a spark light up in his eyes as he stares back at you. He had liked you since the moment you walked into that coffee shop. Suddenly, Taehyung bites his bottom lip and leans in to connect your lips with his. He brings his hand up to hold your chin ever so gently. The kiss was slow and shy, almost hesitant. You realize how tense you are, so you try to relax with his touch. He feels your body become less tense and takes that as a signal to keep going. The kiss becomes less shy and more sweet. You wrap your arms around the nape of his neck to pull him closer to you. The sun is already setting and the reddish pink glow shines into the room. He detaches your lips for the briefest second to move Miso off of your lap so that he can get closer to you, then his lips are back on yours. He pushes you down gently on the couch and straddles you with his legs. Butterflies swarm uncontrollably in your stomach as you continue to kiss back. The kiss slows down until he gives you one long lasting final kiss. He pulls away blushing profusely.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” You giggle, and he smiles widely, his eyes turning into little crescents.

He can’t resist your cuteness, so he starts to tickle your stomach, making you squeal.

“Ah! Taehyungie~!” You squeak, unable to control your laughter. Your body squirms frantically under him, trying to get him to stop. His hands release you and he peppers kisses on your face.

You laugh uncontrollably, “Stop~” You whine, even though deep down, you wanted anything but for him to stop. He brings his face back up to look at you, and you can’t handle how absolutely adorable he looks. His hair is slightly tousled and curly, his cheeks are tinted pink, and his lips are red from kissing.

“Would you like to stay the night?” He blurts out. His eyes widen by his forwardness, “I mean like, you can… If you want.” If his face wasn’t really red already, it is now.

You chuckle, “Sure, it will be fun.”

His box smile returns and he places a kiss on your cheek.

“Want me to get something for you to wear? You probably don’t want to wear that, it would be uncomfortable.” He gets up off of you and on his feet.

“Yes, thank you.” You say and watch him rush into his bedroom. He comes back out a minute later with a pair of grey sweatpants in one hand, and a black hoodie in the other. He gives them to you and you go to the bathroom to get changed. The clothes smell like him, which made you feel warm and cozy. You walk out and see him standing with Miso in his arms.

“What would you like to do?” He asks.

You yawn, “I’m kinda tired actually.”

“I am too now that I think of it. Wait here until I get changed, okay?”

You’re too tired to actually respond so you make a quiet grunting noise and wait patiently on the couch. You feel your eyes suddenly getting heavy and you lay your head on the arm of the couch. Right when you’re about to drift to sleep, you hear Taehyung’s bedroom door swing open and his footsteps walking towards you. You try to get up but fail and fall back onto the couch.

“Here let me help you.” He picks you up and brings you to the bedroom.

You snuggle into his warm chest before he places you onto the bed. You’re eyes open to peak at his room. It’s modern like the rest of his apartment, and it’s lit up with fairy lights surrounding the headboard. Tae picks up Miso to put him on the bed with the two of you. The pup licks your face before laying down at the lower end of the bed. Taehyung gets into bed next to you.

“Did you think today was fun?” He lifts up the covers so the two of you could get under them.

“Mhm,” You reply, inching closer to the boy.

He wraps his strong arm around you and pulls you as close as you can get to him. You rest your head on his chest, his steady heart beats quietly in your ear.

“Thank you, by the way.” Your voice comes out muffled by Taehyung’s chest.

“For what?”

“For today, it made me really happy.” You reply, you sound like a little kid, but you don’t care.

“How so?”

“Hm… I don’t know. As corny as it may sound, it’s something about your presence makes me happy.”

At those words, he squeezes you tighter and kisses your forehead.

He chuckles lightly, “You make me happy too. Now sleep, you’re tired.”

You intertwine your legs with his and kiss his cheek before closing your eyes.

“Goodnight.” He whispers and kisses your head before closing his eyes himself.

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