#im sorry my butt hurts from sitting so long in one spot so i rushed the end DX

[stanknotstark]

5 times Loki caught you and 1 time you caught him

Summary: You let out an airy laugh. “As thanks for catching me all the time I’d like to say it’s now time I catch you.” Loki gets an adorable, confused look on his face. “Pardon?” “You’re falling for me and it’s about time I catch you, Loki.”

One.

The building you had just evacuated civilians from was falling, tumbling, about to crush you so you threw yourself out the fifth story window and hoped something would be there to cushion your fall. 

Falling through the air, time seems to slow as you realize the only thing going to cushion your fall is cold, hard, asphalt. You prepare your body to tuck and roll so the hard, unforgiving ground doesn’t pulverize your body but at the height you jumped it most likely isn’t going to help. You’re seconds away from touching the ground when you stop midair. Green magic surrounds you and you sigh out of relief as your stand from your curled position. 

The collapsing building behind you settles as dust and dirt puffs out in large clouds making you cough a bit.

When your feet touch the ground Loki walks up to you with a heated look on his face, the magic surrounding you now dissipating. 

“Are you mortals always so callous with your lives? I mean, honestly, you do realize that jump would have gravely injured you, right?” Loki asks, his tone miffed. 

“Look, the building was falling so it was either die, getting crushed by a building, or jump out the window with a better chance at survival even if I get injured.” You reply back with annoyance. You swipe your hands at your suit, rubbing the dust off of it and look around the deserted, destroyed street in NYC. 

“I suppose that’s a fair reason to jump from a building.” Loki says lowly looking at the rubble behind you with a raised eyebrow. 

You roll your eyes. “Thanks for catching me.” You say softly. It’s so soft you don’t think Loki hears you but his eyes flick to you then he looks away, a faint blush coming to his cheeks. 

You both jump back into the fray of the battle, splitting off in two different directions. As you come up to some mutants helping the Avengers keep the invasion of aliens in New York City, again, you stop one with a hand on their shoulder. 

He’s young, very young, barely looks 17 years old but he has powers that you could use. He has the ability to manipulate nature and its elements. 

“Hey, come talk to me when we get this mess sorted out, I need your help for something.” You tell the kid who merely nods at you before you both continue attacking the aliens. 

~~~

“So you want it like this?” The kid asks you. You both sit in Central Park near a tree. The roots of the tree are protruding from the ground as he manipulates the small tree in his hands. 

The figure in his hands is an out branched tree, the roots of the tree curving around and up so they create a circle of nordic runes around the flat tree. The mini tree is Yggdrasil, something Loki has mentioned in the past, telling you he missed his time of youth playing around the tree with Thor, eating the golden apples it produced. 

“Exactly. You’re very good with your powers, how long have you had them?” You ask the kid who smiles at you for your compliment. 

“I’ve had them for four years now.”

“Well if this is four years in the making I’m excited to see how well developed they become in a decade.” 

The kid gives you a small self satisfied smirk then looks back down at the small Yggdrasil in his hands. 

“So we have Uruz, Gebo, and Perth, did you want any other runes?”

You think for a bit, trying to remember all the runes you read about in one of Loki’s Nordic books. 

“Put Algiz, it looks like a Y but....like a pitchfork, the stem sticks through the V shape of the y.” You explain to the kid. 

~~~

Loki comes into the kitchen and Thor is immediately on top of him. 

“Loki, you have a gift!” Thor booms out with excitement. 

Loki frowns. “Do you not understand what personal space is, Thor, Norns,” Loki pushes at Thor who backs up with a flush in his cheeks but still excitedly holds out a sleek, black box to Loki. 

Loki grabs the box, his eyebrows stitched together. He looks around at the Avengers who sit staring at him with unreserved nosiness. He notices that you are the only one continuing to eat as if nothing is happening. 

“Open it, Loki, Jarvis ran scans and it’s nothing dangerous.” Tony tells Loki, nearly vibrating in his seat. 

“Was there a note with it, a name from who it’s from by chance?” Loki asks, looking at Thor. 

“Ah!” Thor turns around and grabs a piece of....parchment. Curious, not paper, actual parchment. Thor hands him the small, folded parchment. Loki opens it with one hand and reads the beautiful cursive. 

Thanks are in order for his highness.

For I hold debt to his person, such spinous.

Perhaps the mighty catch,

withholding a mighty scratch.

For that, he is bestowed as, fineness. 

Loki feels a smirk pull to his lips after he reads the limerick. While not the best he’s ever read he knows you tried your best and appreciates it.

Loki magics the parchment into his pocket dimension and finally opens the box. 

His breath is stolen for a second as he looks at the gift. He pulls the small tree, decorated in small, golden flowers, out and sets the box aside.

“What the heck is that?” Tony asks bewildered. 

“Yggdrasil.” Loki and Thor say at the same time. 

“Ig dra what?”

Loki flicks his eyes to you under his lashes, seeing you smiling smugly and feels his lips pull at the corners. He lets his fingers lightly trail over the runes around the tree. 

Uruz. Strength.

Gebo. Partnership.

Algiz. Protection.

Perth. Luck.

“It’s the tree at the center of the nine realms. It is sacred...Whoever gifted this to Loki must consider him in very high regards.” Thor explains softly, looking over the tree with twinkling eyes. 

“You Asgardians have the weirdest romance techniques.” Tony says flippantly, focusing on his meal again. At his words Loki glances at you again to see you with bright red cheeks and choking on your food, silently. 

Loki doesn’t respond merely places the tree back in the box and sets it where he plans to sit so he may eat as well. 

Two.

This time Loki catches you in his arms. 

After your gift Loki had become...not quite overbearing but he wouldn’t let you out of his sight any more than 15 minutes at a time. You really don’t mind though because Loki is very entertaining in battle. 

“You think mere whiffs of air will hurt me? I did not train thousands of years to fight puffs of air.” Loki scorns an elemental mutant as he sends blasts of, just what Loki said, air at him. 

The air bender is starting to sweat and shiver in fear as Loki walks towards him. You hang back, crouched on a car’s hood near Loki, watching like an amused but lazy cat in the sun. 

Then the air bender gets an idea, you see it flash in his eyes. He quickly gathers air in a fluid move and punches it at you. You can’t move fast enough because the air is blowing you backwards into the air. 

You grunt when Loki catches you, bridal style, before you can touch the ground. He must have teleported because you’re quite a distance from where you were. Your arms naturally wrap around Loki’s neck but you look where the mutant last was and see him running off with his tail between his legs.

“Loki you let the mutant get away...” You say a little disappointed, almost pouting when you look at him.

Loki rolls his eyes. “I find your health to be of more importance, I apologize for caring,” Loki huffs out, setting you down on your feet. You let your arms fall from his neck and lightly laugh.

“Thanks.” 

You smile at Loki who lets a small smile touch his lips but it’s gone in a flash. “Shall we get back to work?” 

“Ya...” You say, clearing your throat and nodding. Why does your stomach feel like that, maybe you ate some bad breakfast?

~~~

“Loki, they have now gifted you with gold, emerald cufflinks!”

“Thor, stop pouncing on me when I enter the kitchen, you stupid oaf!”

“But Loki! Look!”

“I see them, get off of me!” 

Three.

The next time you fall just happens to be on purpose. You’re sparring with Loki and see him shoot a leg out to trip you. You let it hit your legs and make a believable shocked face as you fall. Loki also has a look of shock on his face but gracefully catches you before you hit the floor. Your hands come to rest on his arms that hold at your waist. 

You let out a breath and give him a small smile. “Thanks, you know I really need to stop falling so much.”

Loki helps you stand to your full height then reluctantly pulls his hands from you. “As long as you do it close enough where I can catch you, I do not mind it.” 

You feel your cheeks heat up but luckily they’re already red from exertion so Loki shouldn’t notice. 

“I suppose I can do that.”

~~~

This time you call Doctor Strange for your gift. 

“So...you want me to spell these journals so you may share communication through them?” 

You nod giddily at the sorcerer. 

Stephen sighs, defeated. “You could just write in the journal then exchange it.”

You pout. “Well, you see we haven’t really acknowledged that it’s me giving him gifts....”

“Then acknowledge it.”

You let out a shocked laugh. “Stephen! You owe me, Christine still doesn’t know about that time you-”

“Fine! I’ll do it, but then we’re even.” Stephen glares at you halfheartedly. 

You smile. “Deal.”

Stephen nods, satisfied.

~~~

“Loki!” 

“Thor if you get any closer I will stab you!” Loki yells as he enters the kitchen, standing at the doorway with Thor looking at him a little abashed but still just as excited as a puppy. 

“They have gifted you a journal.” Thor says in a normal, inside voice which very well may be the man whispering.

Loki glares at Thor but his look softens when he grabs the distressed, brown leather journal from Thor’s hands. When his magic washes over the journal he senses a spell bound to it but can’t decipher what it is. 

Intriguing.

When Loki is safely away from everyone, in his room, he opens the journal and writes the first thing in his mind in it.

What sorcery are you up to now?

Loki sits back, then a smile curls on his lips.

I’m no mage, surely you know this by now.

The ink shows up as if someone was directly writing in the journal. Loki admires your fine print. 

Merely a clumsy woman then?

Loki sits back and waits with bated breath for your response, confirmation it is you gifting him for catching you. 

Clumsy but with a few tricks up her sleeve.

Loki lets out a chuckle.

Tricks indeed. Who enchanted this?

Loki can’t help but ask, he honestly thought the magic was very well. It’s not an intricate spell but he might be impressed depending on who cast it.

You wouldn’t want to know.

Loki’s eyebrows raise.

Oh, but I do.

No. 

Loki sighs, blinking at your words. 

I could call this off, refuse to catch you anymore, stop your generosity.

Loki waits with a furrowed brow. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, he didn’t want you to stop gifting him. Norns, he messed up.

You could...

Loki holds his breath.

...but you won’t.

Loki smiles and shakes his head.

No, I will not.

Four.

You’re out on a run the next time you fall where Loki may catch you. See, you being human and all, have to train hard to keep up with a super soldier and gods so you have to run at least five miles a day. Loki decided to start joining you on your runs. 

You’re a little distracted today because Loki is literally glowing in the sunlight. He looks every bit a god, as he reminds everyone of consistently. You’re so absorbed in Loki you don’t see the raised crack in the concrete you jog on. Your foot hits the raised elevation and you gasp as you topple forwards. 

Loki is quick to grab your arm and with his stable weight holding you you get your feet back under you and stand up, letting out short breaths. You look at Loki with a grimace. “Thanks.”

Loki looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “While I appreciate the attention, you should really keep your eyes where you step.”

You put your hands on your hip and look at the ground as you laugh, a little embarrassed to be caught. Loki brings a hand forward and tilts your head up by the chin. 

“And don’t hide your laugh or smiles from me.”

You smile at Loki and nod. Loki gives a satisfied hum.

You raise your own brow and nod in the direction you had been jogging in. Loki silently agrees with your prompt and you both continue jogging. 

You focus on where you step now but half your mind is distracted again as you think about what to gift Loki this time.

~~~

Loki doesn’t get bombarded by Thor which makes him finicky. No gift?

Loki gives you a confused look but you only give a small smile and shrug in return. So, Loki goes about eating his food if not a little disappointed. 

When he enters his room he sighs. Perhaps you had changed your mind on what’s developing between you both. You had seen your error and this was how you were backing away from Loki. 

Loki frowns when he hears a light clanging noise coming from his desk. He walks over and in a red flash there’s a small treasure chest floating on the desk’s surface. He takes the box in his hand and opens it. What pops out are words, spelled out in scentless smoke. 

Doubt can only be removed by action.

Loki lets a genuine smile cross his lips as the smokey words dissipate. 

Loki searches his mind to come up with a random thought and he thinks of you, naturally, and how you must feel about him. He opens the treasure chest again, to curious for his own good.

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, and all you ever will be.

As the words disappear Loki feels warmth in his chest. His hands shake a little, so he curls his hand around the box and brings it to his chest, closing his eyes with a smile still on his face. Maybe there’s a bit of relief there too.

Five.

You’re dressed up and attending Stark’s birthday party. You had picked some nice heels but heels weren’t really your thing. You complain about it to Loki and walk slowly so as not to trip. Loki snickers when you wobble and grab his arm for stability. You’re pretty sure you’re going to fall because of the heels but you’re modestly surprised when you fall because someone isn’t watching where they’re walking and push into you causing you to fall backwards.

Loki catches you with elegant grace. You’re tilted back in his arms as if you had just ended a wild tango and he is dipping you. He looks down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Loki leans down and kisses you.

Your eyes automatically close, your lips moving in his, your hand coming up to cup his face. You swear your feel dizzy and your stomach is fluttering. His lips feel silky smooth but when he pulls back from the kiss you swear the feeling of his lips are engraved on yours. You lick your lips just to taste him one more time. Loki’s eyes follow your tongue before looking in your eyes with a smirk. 

“Loki...” You say, not sure what you’re trying to say, too lightheaded and happy. 

Loki glances around and quickly tilts you back up, his face slipping into a cool and collected expression. Standing up you now notice the party has gone eerily silent, minus the soft music playing in the background, as everyone looks at you and Loki. Then, the moment is broken and everyone slowly goes back to their conversations, letting the room fill with mild chatter once again.

Loki still rests an arm on your waist. 

“A drink?” He asks tightly, nodding to the bar. You nod your head quickly, biting your lip as you both make your way to the bar. 

When you both settle at the bar things are tense and you’re not sure what to say. The reaction Loki had to everyone watching was...less than appreciated.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” You ask Loki, catching his shocked eyes.

“No, what gives you that assumption?” Loki frowns at you.

You shrug your shoulders and force a smile when the bar tender comes over to take your orders. When you’ve told her your drinks you look at the bar counter with furrowed eyebrows. 

Loki lightly touches your shoulder but you don’t look at him.

“What have I done to upset you so?” Loki finally asks when he realizes you’re not going to look at him, his hand lightly resting on your shoulder still.

You grab a square napkin and start folding it. “Your reaction to the attention.” 

Loki is silent for a minute. “I wasn’t embarrassed, if that’s what you think?”

You swallow, dropping the napkin, then look to Loki who has a look of caution, like this is new for him.

“I...” Loki actually lets his hand come up to rub through his hair as he looks away from you. He’s nervous. “This is new for me, I’m not used to being...accepted so honestly during social events.”

You frown. “Loki, if you’d let me, I’d like everyone to know what we have. It doesn’t have to start tonight but I would very much like to show you off.” You explain slowly.

Loki lets his eyes come back to yours, they’re filled with softness. “I would like that.”

You let the frown fall from your face and let a smile replace it. “Good,” You say, letting out a happily shocked sound when Loki grabs your hand, holding it in his. 

“Good,” He replies.

~~~

The next day Loki enters the kitchen and Thor doesn’t jump all over him but shoves a rose in his face. 

“Brother, look what Lady Y/N has gifted you!”

Loki glances at you, seeing you talking with Natasha but there’s a slight curve in your lip when you sneak a glance at him.

Loki grabs the rose from Thor then truly looks at it. The stem is actually cold and metal. It’s lined with pure gold. And the petals of the rose slowly change to a iridescent yellow color.

Thor across from him hums and pulls a piece of paper out, reading from it.

“Yellow means you are extremely happy!”

When Loki realizes what the rose does his heart swells. The rose petals change to a deep red color.

“And red means...love!”

Loki snatches the paper from Thor who smirks at Loki. Loki glares at Thor but when he looks over to you, you’re looking at him with raised eyebrows and a cute smile he wishes he could kiss off your lips. 

Plus One.

You had considered tripping up Loki just so you may catch him but that wasn’t really your best idea, you’re strong but not sure you’re strong enough to properly catch Loki. Instead, you decide you’d catch Loki as he’s falling for you. 

You both sit on the common area’s couch, knees pulled up and leaning into each other with cups of hot tea in your hands. You had both been talking about various topics but finally you bring up the subject.

“I’m happy you were there to catch me,” You smile when Loki’s eyes flash with mirth.

“I never thought I would say this, but I am happy you jumped out of that building.”

You let out an airy laugh. “As thanks for catching me all the time I’d like to say it’s now time I catch you.”

Loki gets an adorable, confused look on his face. “Pardon?”

“You’re falling for me and it’s about time I catch you, Loki,” You explain.

Loki’s face softens into a tender look. “Will you take my hand and be my courted?”

You smile, sip your tea and look around like you’re thinking about your answer. Loki lets out a genuine laugh making you look at him again.

“I suppose...”

“I suppose won’t work, darling. It’s a yes or no question,” Loki smirks at you.

You bite your lip, god everything about this man was perfect.

“Yes.”

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[nahoyaglock]

WHEN I STOP BREATHING..

pairings! ushijima x reader

summary! sitting on the beach, so close to each other they can hear each other’s heartbeats. They both smile and they watch the world end right in front of them, reminiscing on all they’ve been through together. Why does the end of the world look so beautiful?

genre! angst

word count! didnt bother actually counting so ill estimate maybe 2000+

warnings! end of the world, death, murder mention, slight ooc ushijima idk its the end of the world so pff

a/n! uh idk i wanna hurt people, sorry if this is bad i havent written in a while :p i feel like the beginning was really good, the middle was ass and the end was okay but hoh im happy enough w this. I also cried writing this ngl lmaoo also did not fix any errors so my bad

You knew it was coming, you both did. New reports, articles, it was trending on all social media platforms. It was unavoidable, what could you do but waste away your last few days, watching old shows you watched as a kid, harsh knocks and cries from your doors from friends and family. You couldnt face them, you just wanted to drown out the thought of what was coming the next few hours of the day.

You had woken up and sluggishly dragged yourself from the comfort of your bed to your dirty kitchen, littered with dirty dishes and some uneaten food that youd try to make, but didn't have the stomach to eat. Your phone rang atleast every hour or two, many unanswered calls and long voicemails you couldnt bother to listen to.

There was a knock on your door, and you sighed, not wanting to bother with facing the person at the door. You turned on your heels, about to head to your room when you heard the voice call out to you.

"y/n."

Out of all the people why did it have to be him. You bit your lip and let out shaky breaths. You took another step, freezing at another set of knocks. The last persom you wanted to see was your boyfriend.

"y/n let me in or ill tear this door down." His voice was stern, laced with seriousness and slight concern. You wanted to open it, let him in and crumble into his arms, but it hurt so bad.

"Go away." You spoke, loud enough to be heard through the door, but not loud enough to be a yell.

"y/n."

You hesitantly walked to the door, unlocking the bottom lock, the top lock remaining unlocked, too bothersome for you to have delt with anyways. At the sound of the click of the locks he opened the door with quick motions, while also being careful not to knock you over.

At the sight of his big frame you felt like the world had just stabbed you through the chest 28 times. You backed up with quick steps are your boyfriend reached out to hug you, scared that his touch would break down your facade. You tripped over your own feet, landing hard on your butt.

"Ush.. Ushijima," you started, not knowing exactly what you were trying to say, "Please dont touch me."

His heart sank when he saw you, lifeless and so frail. He guessed you havent been getting much sleep- or maybe too much sleep, and not eating as he took a quick glance towards the food littered kitchen counter.

It wasnt any better for you, seeing your normally cold and calm boyfriend with a worried expression and eye bags that made it obvious he hasnt got much sleep either.

You pull yourself up, your eyes boring through your boyfriends abdomen as you bit your lip, trying to think of what to say, and to also keep yourself from falling apart. "What do you want?"

"y/n. Dont be cold to me." It wasnt a question, but it wasnt a demand. "Sorry," you mumbled, leaving you two in silence for a while.

"Ushi, you should go home," you said, feeling your heart race, every second you spent in his presence, under his gaze, killed you. "You should call Tendou or something."

"Toshi." He said, making your head shoot up, looking him in his eyes, seeing a tear roll down his cheek, his face remaining mostly emotionless, fear slightly present in his eyes. "Please keep calling me Toshi."

You felt a pang in your heart, suddenly the reality of things hitting you. You were the only one going through this, you knew this but never gave it more than a mere thought. He was scared, he didnt know what he was doing, he just knew to find comfort in you, like youve told him to for many years into your relationship.

"Toshi," you breathed, reaching up to wipe the tear from his cheek, "Toshi lets go somewhere."

You never felt the need to go outside, wanting to be isolated, but being here with your boyfriend, you felt like running away, wanting to escape from the dark pit of your home. "Lets go to the beach"

"y/n–"

"Lets go. Lets go, right.. right now Toshi," you felt as if though youve felt shoked by lightning, like you suddenly got hit with some sugar rush.

"We dont have time–"

"We do Toshi, we do, we do," you saw the corner of his lips raise up into a small smile. He hated seeing you like this but he was glad you were more alive than you were minutes before. You knew this, what he was thinking, and you knew his smile had so much sadness behind it, "we have time, lets go, lets go!"

You grabbed his hand and dragged him out of your apartment, not bothering to change from your days out clothing or close the door behind you. It wouldnt matter in another hour anyways.

The ride there was mostly silent, songs playing quietly on the radio. You watched as you passed through the town, the streets were slightly empty, stores looked run down, some stores even tore up and empty.

"Has it been like this since.. since the announcement?" You mumbled, earning a hum for Ushijima.

"Yeah, yeah it has." He knew that you didnt go out, and he was slightly grateful for it. The world went to shit after the announcement, many lootings, murders and other various crimes being commited.

"Im glad your safe Toshi," you spoke into your palm.

"Im glad your safe too."

The ride went on in silence until you got to the beach. You both climbed out of the car, the beautiful blue sea sparkling under the sunny sky. It was funny how such a depressing day could look so so beautiful.

"Hmm, this is the beach we went to with the team our senior year, remember?" He asked and turned to face you. The fear in his eyes was much more evident in the light, along with signs of personal neglict. He hasnt been taking good care of himself either.

You walk around the front of the car to grab his hand, your small hands tracing light circles on his rough palms before linking your hands together, giving him a comforting squeeze. "I remember."

He let out a shaky breath he didnt know he was holding in, and you two found a nice spot on the beach to sit and watch the sky. "Toshi, do you remember the time goshiki got gummy bears stuck in his nose?"

He looked at you, and his face softened, "yeah. Yeah i do." He let out a small chuckle at the thought of his old teammates. "Do you remember when Tendou took my water bottle and filled it with really sour lemonade?" He asked, you could hear his voice unravel into a more comfortable tone, instead of one holding in so much hurt and fear.

"Ha, i actually helped him with that you know?" You spoke up, a small grin on your lips as your boyfriend grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. "We'll its okay, because it was 2 years ago."

It had been 2 years. 2 years since you had become shiratorizawas manager, 2 years since you made the number 1 ace fall head over heels for you, 2 years since you had went on your first date with him.

"2 years, its been so long." You laid your head on Ushijimas arm, feeling tired. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss atop your head.

"Thats when we first started dating," you spoke, shoulders shaking with a small laugh, "i would've never imagined to have the nations number 1 ace fall so madly in love with me." You laughed and turned to your boyfriend to continue your teasing, but stopped when you saw him looking back at you.

He couldn't respond with anything more than a mere chuckle, tears now streaming down his cheeks. You bit your lip, scooting closer to him so you were in his lap, wrapping your arms around his large stature.

"Toshi, I love you." It was no more than a whisper and he placed a warm, loving kiss to your temple, rubbing your back softly as he let out a shaky laugh.

"y/n god, you make it so hard not to cry." He whispered in an unstable tone, resting his head atop yours. "I love you too."

This was how it was, clinging to the other and sharing old tales of your days spent with Ushijima and the boys, tales of times tendou had snuck out of the dorms and got caught by washijou, or when goshiki cut his bangs too short, or how Ushijima brought your parents a half eaten watermelon as a gift.

Those last moments spent with laughs and tears, kisses and hugs, warmth and comfort, those were your best memories. Despite the fate to cross you, Ushijima and everyone else in the world, you felt like you could smile for the first time.

You would smile alot, but it felt different this time. You convinced yourself that it was just because you had been withering away for the past days, but you knew it was because you felt free.

You had no worries in the moment with your lover, you didnt need to think about getting up for work the next day, or how you would afford next months rent. You felt like the largest weight had been lifted off of you, and you could really smile for the first time.

There was a slightly rumble if the ground that had made you and Ushijima go silent. You pulled away from your spot in the crook of his neck to look at him, fear still in his eyes.

"I dont wanna die," he chuckled out, "but im not sad." He drew small shapes into your hips with his thumbs, looking onto your laps instead of your face, and you just stared at him.

His usually stoic face was calmed, relaxed, his jaw unclenched and his eyes soft. You hadnt seen so many emotions from your boyfriend so much, it was almost scary. But he looked so gorgeous, he was your world.

"Wakatoshi Ushijima, you know," your placed your hands on both sides of his face, "it doesnt matter what happens to this world, because," you placed a passionate kiss to his lips, the tears finally falling from your eyes, "you, you're my world Toshi."

He let out a noise that was similar to a choke, tears rolling down the apple of his cheeks as he placed his forehead to yours, letting his shoulders shake with hard sobs. Loud crashes, screams and car alarms had let you know it was coming, the end of the world.

The last thing you saw was Ushijima, smiling snd crying, mouthing out one last 'I love you'.

Why does the end of the world look so beautiful?

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[anonymous0writer]

Lovesick II JJ Maybank

Author: @anonymous0writer​

Request: Yes! By the lovely @drew-starkey​

“i need some soft jj in my life. basically like jj had a fight with his dad and he comes to your house (you are john b's sister) and you just cuddle and lazily makeout and then john b walks in and is like eww i don't want to see my best friend and sister making out and you like throw a pillow at him to like get out and he just leaves chuckling cause he's happy for you guys. (im sorry this is long and boring and hard to understand, there's no rush. i love you mags)“

Warnings: nothing at all. maybe a swear word? SOFT JJ

A/N: Thank you ari!!! I love soft!jj with my whole heart omg. i need a soft jj in my life. what i really need is a bf but whatever im never gonna find love sjsjs anyways, this was fun!!

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You mindlessly fiddle with the edge of the blanket, eyes watching the screen lazily. You huff, getting bored of the show flashing on the TV screen. You stand, stretching out, back cracking. You yawn, moving towards the small kitchen of your house. 

The fridge cracks open, sending a cool wave of chilled air over you. You shiver, only dressed in cut off and a shirt of your brothers. It’s one of John B.’s only non button ups and you claimed it for yourself. Normally, you’d wear one of your boyfriends, but he’d just gotten back your hoard of ones. 

You searched the fridge or a drink or food- anything. You spied a six pack of beer, and was tempted to grab one, but a sticky note stopped you. It was a bright yellow one stuck to the pack, hard to miss. And on it was your brother’s messy script. 

These are for tonight. Don’t even think about it

You huffed, and turned away, deciding to pick a different TV show. You flop on the couch, settling against the cushions. A creak and the sound of bones against wood stops you. You look up and meet the cobalt eyes of your boyfriend. 

“Oh my god JJ!” You whispered, you breath stolen from your lungs as you surveyed the boy before you.

JJ stood in front of you, his figure taking up the width of the doorway. His blue eyes were sad and angry. The boy’s lips were quirked into a frown, a cut slicing across his lip. Your boyfriend also supports nasty black eye. There is no doubt more damage lays beneath the surface, hidden but just as painful. You frown deeply, your insides twisting at the thought of your boyfriend getting beaten on.

“Come ‘er, baby.” You whisper, hand reaching for the boy as he moves toward you. JJ’s face contorts into a wince as he takes too big of a breath. Your heart wrenches, but you keep your face calm. He falls into your arms, and you hold him close. He lays his head on your chest, eyes closed and listening to your steady heart beat. JJ curls in your grip and grabs your hands, eyes trained on your fingers as he starts playing with yours. You giggle softly at the feeling but kiss his hair. You shift, getting more comfortable as you whisper sweet nothings in his ear. 

“You’re gonna be okay, yeah?” You reassure, pressing a kiss to his messy blonde hair, pulling your hands out of his grip to smooth his hair. 

JJ nods against your chest and then looks up at you. You grin at the sight. His blue eyes locked on your under the blanket of his lashes. A soft smile playing on his lips. Your heart swells at the sight of JJ’s sadness wiped away. He leans up to kiss your lips, a soft and welcome kiss. The surfer shifts so his face is buried in your neck. You raked your hands through his hair and mumbled sweet words to him, comforting him.

Soon enough, both of you are staring at the TV, sinking into the show. And somehow, the shows better with JJ on top of you. JJ leans over the edge of the couch, hands snatching the remote. He snuggles against you as he flips mindlessly through show options. You either hum in agreement or grunt in disapproval at the shows he glides over. The boy glances up at you, blue eyes soft. 

“What?” You giggle, a soft smile dancing across your lips.

“Nothin’.” He smirks and leans up to capture you in a kiss. 

You kiss back, desperate for the taste of his saccharine lips. JJ’s tongue glides over your lips as he crawls over you. He cages you in, making you smile against his lips. JJ rests his body against yours, pressing you to the couch as you make out. You moan slightly as his hands slide over your torso, slipping under your shirt to meet the hot skin of your stomach. Your hands grip his hair tightly, and JJ grunt against your lips. You breath his name as his face dips to the crook of your neck, allowing JJ to explore your skin with his lips. 

“Oh my god, JJ.” The words fall from your lips in a breathless moan as he sucks on your sweet spot. You fingers tighten in his hair.

But JJ doesn’t further his search, instead reattaching your lips. You kiss, soft moans and pants in between the needy kisses. You want to take the make out session to the bedroom, but you can’t bring yourself to move. Plus, lazily making out with your boyfriend isn’t bad at all. Especially when his lips are puffy and his eyes are lust blown and he’s whiny when you start to kiss his neck.

“Hey, Y/N- Oh my god!” 

A voice cuts through the heated kissing, and you pull away from JJ’s neck. JJ jumps and falls to the ground, a soft grunt and “fuck” emitting from his lips. 

“My god, John B.!” You roll your eyes at you brother how is holding groceries in his hands in the doorway. “Jesus, knock would you?!” 

“It’s my house, mind you,” The boy grins and gives you a pointed look. “But yeah, I’ll give you a ten minutes heads up because I do not want to see that.” He grumbles, fake gagging.

You scoff and chuck a pillow at your brother and it smacks him in the face. You flip him off when he glares at you. You turn toward your boyfriend, whos still on the floor. 

“You okay, J?” 

“Yep. Might’ve broke my butt, but yep, good.” His arm is thrown over his eyes so he uses the other to give you a thumbs up. 

You help the boy up, “You can’t break your butt, JJ. It’s called your tailbone.”

“Yeah, well, whatever it is, hurts.” He pouts. 

“That’s what you get for macking my sister in secret for a month!” John B. calls from the kitchen.

You roll your eyes again and snuggle to the boy next to you. You cup his face and pull his lips down to meet yours. JJ kisses you back fiercely, hands dropping to grip your hips. You moan lightly into his mouth as he pulls you onto his lap. 

“Ah, jesus guys!” John B. whines as he spots you two kissing again. “Can you go one second without making out?” He sits on the edge of the couch, “Just one fucking second.” He mutters.

“Fuck off!” You and JJ yell at the same time. 

However, your brother ignores your attempts to get him to leave you alone. He just settles into the couch next to you and looks at the TV. 

“What are we watching?” 

You shake your head and lean against JJ. You’ll get a moment alone later tonight.

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Foreign Touch.

Summery: What happens when you get the mark of your soulmate on your body at the age of 16? Just a mark where they would touch you for the first time. What happens when your name is Y/N Hamilton and your soulmates with Thomas Jefferson? Come and find out.

Warnings: Cursing. Days to Proof-Read this and I didn’t... oops?

Word Count: Around 1,140.

Enjoy!

The Hamilton siblings weren’t related by blood, the two were adopted and taken from their home in Charlestown, the capital of the island of Nevis. The two were born and left at an orphanage. Being the youngest two, Y/N and Alexander were adopted by Rachel and Tom Hamilton. Taken to Washington D.C, they lived in a comfortable house, part of the upper class in society. While Rachael was a cardiothoracic surgeon, Tom was a Lawyer who took a lot of different cases. From Immigration to Family cases.

The two Hamilton children, being the same age and growing up together. They shared the same group of friends. Y/N being the only female in the group.

John Laurens, a freckled, curly haired boy who moved to their neighborhood when his mother died and so him and his father decided to leave behind North Carolina and start fresh.

Hercules Mulligan, a tall, strong high school wrestler and also the son of one of the best fashion designers and fatherless.

Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette.... er, Lafayette as his friends call him. He came to Washington back in Freshman year, coming to live with his uncle George Washington. Who also happened to be the Principle of their High School.

Naturally, the group of five became best friends back in their freshman year. Their group wasn’t like usual high school groups. 

There was a French foreigner, who was a ladies man. A wrestler, who was a total flirt, Curly haired freckles, the best swimmer in the whole school. Alexander, the history nerd and the schools newspaper editor in chief. Then there was Y/N, the only girl in the group. Yet probably the smartest.

Y/N was an overachiever, while being a cheerleader, she was also a top student who had time to tutor those who needed help in classes.

Anyone who looked at the group, they wouldn’t think they were friends, yet they were. With the occasional addition of Aaron Burr, who only joined them when to argue with Alexander about what was being put on the school's paper.

Life was great, that is until they all turned 16 and the mark of the soulmate appeared on their skin. 

It’s been said that from the moment you turn a certain age, a black mark appears on your skin indicating the first time you ever touch your soulmate. You could speak to them, but there will come a time when you two would touch and you’ll know. The spot where your skin is marked will glow before fading.

It's said that when your soulmate passes, a new mark will appear on the person's skin. The last spot where their soulmate touched them.

Alexander and John figured it out quickly, of course it helped that the two liked each other. The fact that they happened to be soulmates, didn’t really shock anyone.

Lafayette had a black hand mark on his forearm, where his soulmate would touch him for the first time. Hercules had his hand mark wrapped around his wrist.

Y/N? Hers happened to be on her waist, two hand marks on each side of her waist. A place where many people could see whenever she wore her cheer outfit.

»»————-　♡　————-««

So, on one Monday morning, half an hour before the group needed to get to school. They were at the Hamilton residence listening to Alexander complain about this race as Senior President.

 “Y/N can you be serious PLEASE?” Alexander snapped at his sister, narrowing his eyes at the girl who gave the boy a simple smile. “I am running against Thomas Jefferson of ALL people. Can we take this a little more seriously?”

John, Lafayette and Hercules were just lounging around the living room laughing at the two siblings. “What? I think it’s a great slogan for you, Alex!” Y/N said and looked at the poster she made for her brother.

“I don’t run very often… but when I do it’s for President! #Hamilton4President” John read over the girls shoulder, only to start laughing even more. The other boys joining in. Only Alexander stood there with eyes narrowed.

With a huff, the long-haired boy started to gather his things up to put away. “You all are no help.” He mumbled and the group rolled their eyes.

“Come off it, Alex. Thomas Jefferson has been off in Paris for a year, surely no one would vote for him as Senior President.” Y/N stood up and started to help her brother clean up the mess in the living room.

Once it was all cleaned up, y/n stood up and fixed her cheerleader warm up suit. The black leggings with CHEER written down her left leg in a magenta color, a tight white t-shirt and her black and magenta cheer jacket thrown on over it. Her feet supporting white tennis shoes.

Ignoring the boys as they watched her, Y/N simply rolled her eyes at Lafayette and Hercules. “I’m out! I have a cheer meeting to attend before homeroom.” She waved to them and headed out of the house, backpack over her shoulder.

After the short, ten-minute drive to the High School, Y/N parked her car and got out. Messing on her phone as she walked, Y/N bumped into someone and fell onto the floor right on her butt.

“Jesus…” the h/c girl complained and glanced up at who she ran into.

“Maddison, you asshole.” She pouted at the male in front of her before accepting his hand.

Finally, back on her feet, the two glared at one another before laughing. “Sorry, pom-pom. You ok?” he asked, looking guilty.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ass hurts, but I’ll live.” She grinned and stuck her tongue out at the nickname the man gave her. “That’s cute. You call all the cheerleaders that, or just me?”

“YO JAMES!” A voice boomed down the hallway, causing the two to turn around. Y/N rolling her eyes and James sighing.

As the man came forward, a smirk on his face and a walk with swagger. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest.

“Would you look at the time?” Y/N laughed. “It’s Time-For-Me-To-GO o’clock.” With a wink towards James making the school's football team's Wide receiver laugh, Y/N rushed off down the hallway.

Making it out to the football field, where her fellow cheerleaders were sitting around. Y/N glanced at the time on her phone and listened to their Coach talk about how they needed to train harder and all that. It wasn’t till he felt her phone go off did Y/N glance at who was messaging her. After sending him a quick message, grinning. She went back to listen to her coach and felt her phone vibrate like crazy in her jacket pocket.

‘this… asshole…’ was the only thing going through Y/N's mind as she sent him a quick message before pushing her phone into her pocket again. Feeling her phone give one more buzz, she quickly checked the message before paying attention again.

As soon as they were allowed to leave, Y/N went to her locker and rolled her eyes at Hercules standing there.

“Your brother is annoyed.” The male laughed and Y/N just shrugged her shoulder. Showing that she didn’t care. When wasn’t Alexander annoyed?

“Were you talking with Jefferson?”

At the question, Y/N turned to Hercules and raised an eyebrow. “No. I was talking to James; I ran as soon as Jefferson made his way towards us. Ask James!” she snapped before slamming her locker shut and heading off towards homeroom.

Y/N was starting to really get annoyed with the guys annoying her because of Jefferson. If she wanted to talk with him, she would! Not that Y/N wanted to. She’s her own person, fuck them.

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[tataswish]

❝   familiarity  /  one.

━   ♡ ・  paring:  kim taehyung x reader. ━   ♡ ・  genre:  soulmate!au, non idol!au, fluff (with a little angst!). ━   ♡ ・  word count:  2.7k.   ━   ♡ ・  summary:  you didn’t believe in soulmates. once. that all changed when you met yours; all thanks to one little drawing.

author’s note:  hi! i haven’t written in a while so excuse the small mistakes, but i hope you enjoy! if you’ve played bts world before, some of the stuff in this chapter might seem a little... familiar (no pun intented). i also plan to have the reader be connected to every member somehow in this fic, so they will come soon! hope you all enjoy, feedback is always appreciated. <3

���Shit,” you murmured under your breath, glancing at the rows of baked dough that were left in the oven for a little too long. Rather than its usual glossy, golden brown finish—it was dull, and… sad.

It’s been almost a year since you’ve been miraculously hired as the pastry chef’s assistant at Hotel Mudrin. You say miraculously, because even without any sort of culinary knowledge outside of cooking shows, you still managed to land the job. The chef was somehow impressed by the basic strawberry pancake dish you presented during your interview, and instantly saw growth potential in you.

That was also when you met your best friend, Seokjin. He was a newly hired intern at the time, and with the two of you being the only staff members in the hotel within the same age bracket, it didn’t take that much time for a bond to form. Seokjin was always getting into trouble by his boss Mr. Im, because to him, this intern could never do anything right. But with you there, you were able to lend a helping hand when tasks got a little too overwhelming—and things got a little easier from there. You and Seokjin began to spend time together on and off the clock since.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the mixture of raging hormones from being together, but the two of you decided to give dating a shot not too long after. It lasted for a solid two months—and while it had to come to an end, you both concluded that you were happier as friends.

And it was true. You and Seokjin have been inseparable since.

“____,” you heard the head chef call out your name, which instantly reeled you back to reality. Glancing down at the burnt dough on the tray, you felt a surge of warmth rush through your cheeks, knowing that you were about to be scolded at any second. “Are you okay? Ever since you came back from your lunch break, something’s been off.”

“No chef, nothing’s wrong,” you lied, walking over to the nearby garbage can to throw the current batch of dough away. A reassuring smile soon formed across your lips. “Just tired.”

If it wasn’t for you spiraling during your lunch break after Seokjin had left, maybe you would be in a better head space. But of course, spending the last ten minutes of break thinking about what went wrong in all of your relationships didn’t exactly help anyone at all.

The head chef could see through your lies too. And rather than questioning it, he only continued piping cream on the freshly cooled pastries on his side of the counter. “Maybe you need some fresh air,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders, eyes concentrated on his work. It was evident he was still invested in the conversation with you, though. “There should be a shipment of mangoes coming in in about twenty minutes, do you mind bringing those boxes in here? Take all the time you need. I’ll work on making another batch of dough.”

“I can make the dough, chef!” you tried to protest, mostly as a way to convince your boss that you weren’t feeling too off (when in reality, you were). “It’s okay, the mangoes can wait.”

As you were about to reach for the measuring cups in a nearby counter top, you were met with a look from the chef that clearly said: Go get some fresh air. Now.

So, rather than questioning it, you did.

After washing your hands and hanging your apron by the door, you made your way outside of the kitchen and into the main hallways of the hotel. It was emptier than usual—mostly because it was a weekday afternoon, and the guests who were staying at the hotel were out. It was also the midst of October, and the influx of guests don’t usually start to come in until around Christmas-time. Which was fine, because you weren’t met with the stress of having to make hundreds of fruit tarts in a span of an hour. Instead, you were able to step out and take a small stroll, which was always nice.

Upon exiting the area where the stairs were (staff weren’t allowed to use the elevators, per Mr. Im’s orders), you finally arrived at the ground floor. You always felt so out of place in the main lobby, with or without your work uniform. With the spacious area matched with gray marble flooring and sleek interior design, it was never a place you imagined yourself staying in. Only the richest of the rich could afford even one night in this place, and you? Couldn’t even afford a proper meal for dinner on some days. Hotel Mudrin was known to be a hub for millionaires, celebrities, or rich families alike—not for struggling university graduates like yourself.

But sometimes, it was nice to dream.

Quietly humming to a tune of a song you heard in the radio earlier this morning, you casually strolled through the floor, making your way towards the back door where the shipments would be. The subtle smell of lemon from the newly mopped floors was an odd favorite of yours. From time to time you’d flash a friendly smile towards the guests or staff members you’d pass by. But before you could exit through the back and meet with the shipment truck, you decided to take a small pit stop to the front desk and say hi to your best friend.

“Dude,” you began the minute you saw Seokjin behind the front desk. His eyes were on the computer screen in front of him, typing and clicking away, but you knew him well enough to know that he was probably playing a game of Minesweeper like he always does. Crossed arms resting on the desk, you then rest your chin on them as your eyes look up to your friend on the other side of the counter. “Remember when I wanted to cry because I realized I’ll probably be single and alone forever? Well my boss—”

As you continued to ramble on, Seokjin’s eyes finally met with yours. They weren’t eyes that meant he was ready to listen to you vent, no… they were wide. Like he was in a state of shock.

He quickly began to shake his head, which caused you to raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. Did he want you to stop talking? Shut up? Right as you were about to say something though, his lips began to mouth the words ‘I’m busy’ over and over again.

That was when you knew, you fucked up.

The truth was, Seokjin was still busy tending to a guest, and you interrupted him actually working. Turning around, you briefly spotted the guest he’s been helping, and god—it was obvious by the look of your face that you had just embarrassed yourself into the next century.

“Sorry sir!” you apologized quickly, heat beginning to rush through your cheeks while you bowed for the hundredth time in the span of thirty seconds. Rather than making proper eye contact like any normal person would, your view was glued to the floor. “I honestly didn’t see you, and I know I should’ve, but—”

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it,” he soon interrupted by providing reassurance. Once you heard a string of laughter from his end, you knew that he was understanding enough of the situation. “I get it.”

While you still couldn’t find the strength to really look him in the eye, you only returned with a sheepish laugh. It wasn’t every day you found yourself acting like a complete fool in front of a hotel guest (that was more of Seokjin’s speed in all honesty), so you didn’t exactly know how to fix the situation. Instead, you ended up sitting there in silence until Seokjin rescued the conversation.

“Alright!” he chimed in with the clasp of his hands, which was obviously your cue to slowly walk away. “You’re all checked in until the 31st, Mr. Kim. Let me grab your bags and take you to your suite.”

As you were about to leave, of course, you couldn’t go without embarrassing yourself one last time. Just as you were about to make a beeline towards the break room—also known as the place you were going to scream in—you managed to bump into this guest in full force.  

Looking up, you finally had the chance to take a good glimpse of the person in front of you. He was tall, muscular, with ash blond hair that was parted in the center. His almond eyes were practically gleaming behind his silver frames, and it paired well with the two dimples perfectly placed on each cheek.

In other words, he was gorgeous. And completely out of your league. Which is probably another reason why you were feeling flustered beyond belief at this very moment.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. It felt like a movie—with both of his hands gently placed on each of your arms to provide support, gentle eyes locked on yours. You could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop, whether if it’s from being embarrassed or… swooned, even.

Swallowing thickly, you managed to let out a small “yeah,” before fixing your stance. He eventually let go, and the two of you were able to laugh it off for a little. “But are you okay, sir?”

“Didn’t even hurt,” he reassured, flashing that smile that accentuated his dimples really well. An open then was reached out as an offer. “You can call me Namjoon. Do you work here?”

But before you could even keep the conversation going, of course, Seokjin had to butt in. Literally. “Let me help you with that, Mr. Kim,” he urged with a friendly, yet painful smile as he walked in between you and Namjoon. He then reached down to pick up the leather suitcase that was sitting right beside the guest’s leg. Eventually, Namjoon had to retract his hand.

You took it as your cue to leave, so you excused yourself from the two without saying goodbye.

Thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the break room to look at you quietly take a moment to freak out over what just happened. If Namjoon wasn’t so good-looking and one hundred percent your type on paper, maybe you would’ve shrugged the interaction off by now. But you kept thinking over and over about how you were going to run into him again in one way or another—especially since he plans on staying at the hotel for over three weeks. All he had to do is walk into the hotel’s dining area to have dinner, and you’d be there. Not even as you off the job, but you in that stupid apron and chef’s hat.

Head dug into your arms as you leaned on the table, you tried to think of something—anything to get your mind off of what just happened. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to take your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your e-mails. The first thing that caught your attention was an opened one, the one you received from that psychic about your soulmate.

Your soulmate is a man who is hard-working and bright, he will constantly continue to prove that he can be trusted and counted on by your friends and family…

Your eyes continued to read through the reading the photo was attached to, which was oddly comforting. To know that there was someone out there who could potentially be everything you’re looking for.

He is understanding, forgiving and respectful, even when you sometimes make mistakes…

Deciding to skim through the rest of the reading, you opened up that picture once again. You couldn’t help but notice something you didn’t the first time you saw it, and that was the small details on his facial features. He has three beauty marks: one sitting on the bottom of his eye, on his cheek, and one placed perfectly on the tip of his nose. You could’ve sworn those weren’t there before.

“And I thought I was the one who’s always the embarrassment at work,” you heard the familiar voice barge inside the break room, which obviously belonged to Seokjin. He walked over to where you were sitting and rested his chin on the top of your head, arms dangling from each side of your shoulders. “Jesus Christ bubs, you were a mess out there.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you murmured grumpily, placing your phone back in your pocket. “Do you think he’s going to tell Mr. Im? I can’t be blacklisted from this place, I need my job.”

Seokjin only laughed. “Stop being so dramatic. He seems too nice to do that.” Shaking his head, he sighed. “Plus, I’m eighty-five percent sure he was hitting on you.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” you retorted while rolling your eyes. “As if he found my dirty uniform and the flour in my hair sexy.”

“You’re right, there’s nothing sexy about you,” he playfully joked back, which made you elbow him in the stomach. And all he did was laugh after. “What are you doing out here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be helping Chef Seong making those pies for tonight’s desserts?”

You sighed, nodding your head in response. “I’m supposed to be bringing a shipment of mangoes in from the back. Are you on your break? Do you want to come help me?”

With your best friend agreeing to accompany you to your trip to get the mangoes, the two of you head out of the break room and towards the back entrance of the hotel. As you opened the door to go outside, you noticed that the truck was already parked in front, with a few boxes of mangoes neatly stacked on top of one another. So, you decided to get to work and grabbed the first two boxes you see.

“Are these all of it?” you heard Seokjin ask (possibly the driver of the truck). You couldn’t really see, because the boxes were obstructing your view.

“There’s two more left,” the other person, who sounded like a man, replied. “Let me get those out.”

You made about two rounds in and out of the hotel before all of the boxes outside were brought in. Seokjin had to do the absolutely most as usual bringing way more boxes in than he could carry, and while he tried to play it cool as much as possible, you could tell he was struggling. His trembling arms were a clear tell that he could drop everything at given moment.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” you asked him, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling inside you.

“Does it look like I need your help?” Seokjin scoffed, which only made it harder to keep your laughter in. He couldn’t even look at you as he tried walking inside, because he was far too concentrated in keeping all of the mangoes inside these boxes. “Go away, you’re distracting me and my strength.”

As he continued to carry the boxes inside, you watched a couple of mangoes fall out and roll on the ground in front of you. He didn’t even seem to notice, because he kept walking. You only shook your head before bending down to quickly pick them up before they get too dirty.

Assuming that you’ve picked everything off the ground, you stood up and tried to catch up to Seokjin, who was already by the door. But rather than joining him, you were stopped. “Excuse me, miss!” you heard the foreign voice enter your ears. “You forgot these!”

You turned around to grab the mangoes out of the driver’s hands. “Thank you,” you replied with a soft smile. “Sorry about my friend, he’s—”

When you looked up to meet his gaze, it was as if what you were about to say next was thrown at the window. The person standing in front of you looked familiar. Even with the brim of his large straw hat hovering over his eyes, you could clearly see the prominent beauty marks on his features that resembled the ones of your soulmate in that one drawing.

It was him. It had to be.

[jayankles]

Regardless of Gender

Pairing: Jensen x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1024

Summary: Y/N has a secret that she needs to tell her father.

Warnings: Angst, Feelings of shame, mentions of disowning. - I promise it get better!

Written for: @spnfluffbingo | @spngenrebingo | @sdavid09 | @spndeanbingo | @goodthingshappenbingo

Square Filled: Coming Out | Heartbreak | Non Romance | free space | coming out

Eyes wide, puffy and red, you wiped away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling, no matter how hard you tried to stop them from spilling over.  You sat there on the couch in your dad’s trailer, waiting for him to finish shooting today’s scenes.

You were running out of time to hide away.  If it meant that you didn’t have to talk to your dad, to postpone your conversation with him, then you would walk out of there and in to the snow. The Vancouver snow. Bit time was ticking by and you knew that you had to tell him your little secret. Huffing, you leaned forward, putting your head between your legs to keep yourself calm.

Not hearing the door open, you missed the look of concern on Jensen’s face before he scrambled to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and rushing to your side.

“Hey, kiddo .” Jensen rubbed a hand over your head and down your back. “Here just drink some water and we’ll just sit and I’ll wait. You don’t even have to talk, I’ll be here to be your cuddle bud.”

Taking a deep breath, you sat up and thanked your dad for the water. When you gulped half of it down, you knew that it wouldn’t be long before your dad knew the truth about you.

You put the bottle on the coffee table and sat back, almost immediately falling into your father’s arms. Jensen sat there with you, just holding you tightly to his side, afraid to let you go too soon. He had witnessed many of your panic attacks before, standing by you through most of them. He knew better than to force you to talk, knew that if he forced you it would only make it worse- make your chest tighten and constrict your breathing further - so he left you until you were ready to talk.

You could sit there for hours, hugging yourself closer to your dad’s body, and damn it you wanted to, so you sat there for another ten minutes , building up the courage and finding the right words to say.

It was now or never.

“Dad, I have something to tell you.” Biting your lip, you looked up at him, taking a breath. You shook out the rest of the rest of your nerves, nothing bad was going to come of this, you had to tell yourself repeatedly. “I like girls and I think I have a crush on Kara.”

Jensen didn’t say anything, didn’t even make a sound and at this point it was worse than him shouting.

“I’m sorry,” you coughed out, your bottom lip wobbling as you tried to hold in the tears but the tingling sensation in your nose told you that it was too late, they were already flowing. A fat tear hit the back of your hand, you couldn’t stay in the same room as your dad, not when he was disappointed in you, so you ran.

The panic started to build up again and you couldn’t breathe but it hurt that you told your dad something huge about your life and he said nothing.

Sniffling, you found a hiding spot and just sat down, soaking in the setting sun, the last bit of hope you had for your dad accepting you for what you are - who you are - sinking into the horizon.

“Is it okay if I sit here, kiddo?”

“Sure,” you waited for Jensen to sit down next to you. He huffed when his butt perched on the floor. “If you want to disown me I’ll find somewhere to crash. It’s fine.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about? Why on earth would I disown my daughter for liking the same gender?”

“Because I told you my deepest, darkest secret and you left me hanging, you said nothing and made me feel that way; like I was nothing because I wasn’t into guys.”

Jensen shook his head along with his hands, “that was never my intention, baby girl. I was just processing and I went about it the wrong way, of course I should have said something - anything - but I didn’t and I knew that as soon as I saw that crinkle in your brow and took off in a rush that I fucked up.

“Baby, I don’t care if you like guys, girls, whatever. You are my daughter and I will support you no matter what because it’s my job but I don’t care who you love as long as you don’t fall for those bad girls who will get you into trouble because I don’t think my heart can take it.”

You giggled at your father as he placed a hand over his heart.

“Do you still love me?” You asked with a furrowed brow, it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“What kind of stupid question is that? Of course, I still love you. There is nothing in the whole world that would make me stop loving you.” Jensen kissed the crown of your head and encircled his arms around your shoulders. “And if you ever start dating someone, even if it’s Kara and I know her, I still need to do the ‘be back by midnight dad thing’ because we both know that it has to be done. Regardless of gender, I’ll be the one to decide whether or not another person is good enough to deserve my daughter’s love and affection.”

You stood and your dad did too, after the conversation you had you felt better, lighter that you told him that you were a lesbian but just because you were into girl didn’t mean that you were off the hook with late night talks or even sneaking out of the house if you secretly wanted to meet with anyone. Now that you had told him, you expected your father to question every girl that ever came close to your ‘personal bubble,’ he called it. Just like he did with all the boys that even smiled at you when you were on set or at a restaurant.

Father’s were mysterious creatures but when they loved you they were fiercely protective.

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summer is over, and so are we. [1] ↠ jung jaehyun

[pt.2] [pt.3]

➹ jaehyun x reader ➹ genre: angst, fluff ➹ word count: 2,104

➹ summary: He introduced you to a warm summer you thought you would never have to leave. Yet, here you are, in the middle of a ruthless winter which’s ending seems to be nowhere in sight. a/n: yall remember her? im bringing it back lol

It still hurts a little bit. When I walk into that café down the street and I’m sipping on bubble tea, but you’re not the one sitting across from me.

“I’ve only had the matcha milk tea. I haven’t tried anything else.” You stood in line with Jaehyun, studying the menu of the endless flavors as you two waited your turn to give your order.

“Only matcha milk tea? I usually stick with the fruity flavored ones. Like, the mango and the lychee ones are probably my favorite.” He explained to you while he observed the staff create the drink of the person in front of you two.

“Would I like them?”

He paused for a second and thought about it, “yeah, you would! I think you’d really enjoy the mango one, actually.

A chuckle escaped your lips and you looked up at him, a bright smile overtaking your face, “I’ll trust you then.”

You two had noticed that one of the tables outside was vacant, a very rare occurrence. Not wanting to miss this chance, you had rushed outside and claimed the table as yours. You moved your chair and now you were seated next to Jaehyun, a mango bubble tea in the both of your hands.

“Can I try yours?”

“...We have the exact same one?” Although you were a bit confused with Jaehyun’s request, you still pushed your drink towards him.

“Yeah, I know. But I told myself if we ever came here for a date, I’d take a sip of your bubble tea, to you know, share an indirect kiss.” He took ahold of your drink and swirled the straw around for a way to avoid eye contact with you. He felt embarrassed, you could tell by the way his cheeks had turned a light crimson color along with the way his ears seemed to burn up, too.

A small giggle escaped your mouth. How could he be so adorable? “Well...why settle for an indirect kiss when you can get a direct one?”

He let out a shy chuckle allowing you to notice his dimple prominently popping in on the side of the cheek that was currently turned to you. Oh, the self-control it took for you not to poke it with your finger.

He licked his lips unconsciously and faced you, “I can kiss you?” You replied with an ecstatic nod. Maybe a bit too ecstatic.

“Then…” You intently watched his every move. The way his right hand had hesitantly come up to your face, his fingers shakily settling under your chin. The way his other hand was still holding onto the drink that he had entirely forgotten about. The way he moved in closer and then took a pause, allowing his eyes to trace over your face to memorize everything about it. His eyes fluttered closed and shortly after, so did yours.

He kissed you, your lips molding together like the last two pieces of an incomplete puzzle. At that moment it was just you two, your senses completely flooding with his smell. It felt like no one else was around, that the past and future didn’t matter anymore. The kiss wasn’t fiery or full of need. It was slow, cautious, sweet, full of promise and didn’t fail to make you feel tingly all over. It was comforting in a way that words could never be. That was when you knew you loved him. From the first kiss you two shared. And maybe that was when he did too.

When I stumble into the park at night, but it’s not you and I sitting on the swings cooling off from the heat of the day.

It was dark out and here you were, sitting on the swings at the park. The usual bird song and the baying of dogs were replaced with the sound of crickets. The unusual rustle of leaves at a time like this would heighten your senses and alert your brain, convincing it some type of danger was approaching, but it’s been different nowadays. Coming here this late has become a routine for you and Jaehyun. It’s a spot to take a breather and spend time together without having to interact with the busy bustle of the day. So you’ve learned to tune out such thoughts. And besides, with Jaehyun by your side, nothing felt as scary as it used to.

Usually, you two felt relaxed in this environment but tonight, Jaehyun was feeling tense and that face didn’t go over your head.

Your feet were planted on the rubber mulch while you used them to slightly sway yourself back and forth on the swing. Jaehyun was on the swing next to you not moving as much as you mainly because he was too busy watching you. Your gaze was set on the floor so he must have assumed you didn’t notice his stare but, of course, you did.

“It feels really nice out.”

Jaehyun sighed and looked away, “yeah, it does. Thank god it gets cooler at night time.”

You hummed in response before turning your body towards him, “are you okay?” He looked back at you and nodded. He held his hand out to you, palm facing up, wanting to hold your hand. You gladly obliged and as soon as you set your hand in his, he enclosed his fingers around it tightly.

It was silent for another few minutes as Jaehyun stared at your hand in his. His eyebrows were furrowed which could only mean he was thinking about something deeply and you so badly wanted to know what was bothering him. He took in a deep breath and finally spoke up, “I think...I...I love you.”

“Oh...Is that a bad thing?”

He quickly shook his head, “of course not! It’s just...I’m worried your feelings aren’t as strong as mine and that maybe you’d get annoyed of it or something. I don’t know.”

“I don’t think I love you,” you watched as his expression completely dropped, “I know I love you.”

Jaehyun let out a gasp and used the hand he was holding to tug you up out of your swing to bring you closer to him. You stumbled up and laughed as he pulled you between his legs where you stood and snaked your arms around his neck. You looked down at him with a grin, your hair now covering the sides of your face and coming down to tickle him.

“y/n! You scared me!” He whined, his bottom lip coming out in a cute pout.

“It’s what you deserve for being so silly and thinking that I’d get annoyed of you!”

“So you love me, huh?” He jerked his brow up cockily, doing a complete 180 from his pouty behavior from earlier in a matter of just a few seconds.

“More than anything.”

“Good, because I do too.” And at that moment, it was undeniably true.

When I’m laying in my bed after a long day, but you’re not there with the sheer comfort that your arms always provide.

“Oh, you’re here?” You walked into your room encountering Jaehyun’s body sprawled across your bed on his back, his legs dangling off the edge.

He nodded, “It seemed like you were having a bad day so I decided to put the spare key you gave me to use.”

Your shoulders fell, no longer feeling like you had to put up a front. Jaehyun could figure you out like you were the back of his hand. “You could tell even over text?”

“Of course I could baby. Was it work?”

“Yeah. I don’t wanna talk about it though, it’ll make me angry and upset all over again.” You sighed and combed your fingers through your hair as you moved across the room to set down your bag down on the dresser.

“Come here~” He opened his arms up without moving up from his position. You gladly complied and settled between his legs, your body falling on top of his. As soon as you fell down on him, his arms found their way around your waist and yours, in return, wrapping around him too. Your face nuzzled into his chest and you instantly were engulfed with his sweet smelling cologne tinged with the soft scent of the citrusy body wash he uses. The same smell that would stick to your bed sheets and provide you with comfort when he wasn’t with you.

“Ugh, I love your smell.” You mumbled into his chest.

He laughed and you could feel his chest vibrate with each breath, “why thank you! I work really hard to smell like this.” It was quiet after that. The only thing that could be heard was your breaths that were starting to sync up now and the sound of the tapping rain against your window that had started falling lightly just a few minutes ago.

“Oh! I did my nails yesterday and I regret it already. They’re so hard to work with.”

“Oh my gosh! Let me see!” Jaehyun started to lift his butt up off the bed to allow you to easily slip your hand out under him. Your heart warmed up with how genuinely excited he sounded. When you brought your hand out, he let go of your waist with one arm and grabbed ahold of your hand to get a better look. You watched him marvel at the fake nails that were glued to your real ones and you immediately began to beam. He always showed interest in every little thing about you and made it so difficult for you not to fall in love with him over and over again every single day.

“They’re so pretty,” he focused his gaze on you and brought his finger to boop you on the nose, “but not as pretty as you.”

You snorted, “you’re so cheesy.” Instead of letting you return your hand back under him, he continued to hold your hand against his body and shot you a grin, bearing his teeth and those dimples that you loved more than anything.

“Let go of my hand, I need to itch the inside of my nose.”

“No.” You whined out his name in response.

“Worry not, I’ll itch it for you!” Before you could protest he picked out your index finger with his own index finger and thumb and began approaching your nose with it. You tried to move your head away and the sudden movement caused him to end up shoving your finger way too far up your nostril. You jerked up off of him, your hands flying up to your nose where you could feel the pain begin to spread.

You groaned with your eyes shut tight and Jaehyun flew up off the bed after you, his eyes were wide and full of worry accompanied with regret. “OH MY GOD Y/N I’M SO SORRY! ARE YOU OKAY!? LET ME SEE! OH MY GOD, I’M SO SORRY!” He grabbed at your hands and removed them away from your nose. He peered into your nose to check if you were bleeding. His relieved sigh indicated you weren’t bleeding at least.

Jaehyun suddenly grabbed the sides of your head and you let out a yelp when he tugged you into his chest, squishing your face against it, “I’m so sorry!” He continuously repeated until you muffled out an “oh my god Jaehyun it’s okay!” against him

“Are you okay?” He asked when he finally let go of your head.

“Yes, I’m fine, babe! Come on, let’s go lay back down.” He nodded and crawled up onto the bed, you following suit with the blanket that was previously at the foot of your bed. You opened it up and loosely wrapped it around him and then yourself. This time his head rested against your chest, the feeling of it rising and falling was therapeutic to him. Your hand played with his hair so softly that it was starting to make his eyes droop heavily with sleep. His arms gave your body a tight squeeze as he groggily mumbled out an “I love you.”

“I love you more, Jae.” And you did.

I met you in the summer, but I wish I hadn’t.

You were my first love, but I wish you weren’t.

I wish I was over you, but it’s been a year and I’m still dwelling on that summer that was once ours.

It’s winter all year long now, and it’s killing me. I need to feel the warmth that is you in order to survive, and I hate it so much.

[wiener-soldiers]

merch? merch. - peter parker

summary: You were always a sucker for comfortable clothing. However, you did not expect so much to happen because you bought a Spiderman shirt.

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

words: 1,500+

warnings: none!

taglist: @sebastianstanfoundmymixtape

a/n: this has been sitting in my draft for forever and i finally finished it! got this idea when i bought a spiderman shirt lolololol. im also working on a jack kelly and a davey jacobs fic along with part 2 to my steve trevor fic so yay me.  shoot a request if you wanna see somthing happen!

You weren't really sure why you did it.

Maybe it's because you were a huge dork, maybe because it looked really comfortable, maybe because it was super cheap, maybe it's because you really liked the shirt.

You don't really know.

Nor did you really care.

But you bought it anyways.

And now, an oversized Spiderman t-shirt was sitting in your closest.

The first time you wore it, you were having a rough day. You woke up late that day, making you late to the bus, forcing you to haul your ass on the subway to get to school. You barely make it to homeroom on time, but get a scolding from the teacher about being late anyways. Then you completely forgot your English essay at home the day it was due. Finally, hoping you could spend quality time with your best friend Peter Parker after school, he blew you off, something about running to do some errands for Aunt May. You wanted to offer to join Peter, but he ran off before you could ask.

So you went home, changed into a comfortable bralette and some soft Brandy Melville shorts, and of course, your Spiderman t-shirt. Because it's oversized, it falls onto about mid-thigh, so you tie it up into a knot at the front. Because your mom works that night shift at the hospital as a nurse and your dad was in London for a conference, you had the house to yourself.

You walked out of your room and into the living room, bringing your laptop, homework, and some leftover Thai takeout along with you. After you plant yourself on the couch, you start to binge watch Harry Potter while doing your homework.

When your mom finally came home from working the night shift at the hospital, she finds you fast asleep with your homework falling on the floor and the end of the Chamber of Secrets playing.

The next morning, when you wake up from your spot on the couch, she makes no comment on your Spiderman merch.

The second time you wore the shirt, your close friend MJ came over to watch Criminal Minds with you. This was your first break after the beginning of the second semester and both of you were dying to get your dose of Spencer Reid in.

The moment you answer the door, MJ laughs at your outfit choice.

"Nice shirt, nerd," she says as she kicks her shoes off, pushing hair behind her ear as she bends down to retrieve the chips and candy she brought.

You scoff and lightly kick her butt as you walk by, "Whatever."

"No seriously," she says while she chases after you, "Boxers and a Spiderman shirt? Where did you even get those?"

"The shirt?"

"No you idiot, the boxers! But where you got the shirt wouldn't hurt either."

You laugh and grab some chips, a tub of ice cream and spoons, and some sodas from the kitchen. "I got the shirt from a gift store in Manhattan."

"And the shorts?"

You look down at your feet, heat rushing to your face. To keep your hands occupied and grab the remote from the counter, walking back to the living room. You hear a scoff escape MJ's lips, "It's Peter's, isn't it?"

Your face burns and you throw a spoon at her face, "Shut up!"

She scrunches her nose, "Ew, who leaves boxers when they stay over?"

You mumble something under his breath.

She rolls her eyes again, "Speak up, dammit."

"...He gave them to me."

She bursts into laughter, "She's whipped! The girl's whipped!"

The third time you wore the shirt was when Ned came over to do a project.

You were assigned partners for a science project and you insisted  that Ned came over to do the project as oppose to the school library. After school, the library was usually fairly quiet, but because of the pouring rain outside, a lot of students stayed inside the library to wait out the storm.

The two of you ran from the subway station two your family’s apartment, but the pouring rain almost guaranteed that the both of you would get drenched regardless.

After hastily unlocking the front door, the both of you stumbled inside.

"Gee, (Y/N). I'm starting to think that going out into the rain was a bad idea," Ned laughs out. He opted not to wear his raincoat to protect his books. You were just stupid enough not to bring one.

You giggle, "Yeah? Well I was not about to let us do work in a loaded library that'll smell like mud and everyone's B.O."

He laughs, taking off his shoes and dumping the water on the floor. He wrings out his socks after. "That's really gross, man."

You follow suite, "You bet. Hold on, I'll grab us a change of clothes."

You run to your room and grab some clothes Ned had left at your house. You grab a couple more supplies for the project before you change into pyjama pants and your comfy Spiderman shirt.

You meet Ned in the living room and he does a double take when he sees your shirt.

"What?" you ask him.

"Nice shirt."

"What? MJ, now you?"

"Who's MJ?"

You look back at him, "I thought you knew you MJ was?"

"..."

"You know, brown curly hair? Sarcastic sense of humor? Absolutely gorgeous?"

"..."

You roll your eyes, "She goes by Michelle, Ned."

He widens his eyes in revelation, "Oh!"

You laugh at him and hand him the dry clothes, "Go change, Ned."

"Okay, okay!" Ned replies, grabbing the clothes from you with a smile from your face. "Thanks, (Y/N). Oh, and uh...does Peter know you have that shirt?"

You shake your head, "No."

"Show it to him, I bet he'd love it."

A blush was your response, "Go get changed, Ned."

The fourth time you wore that shirt was to bed.

At least that was your intention.

A soft rapping on your window wakes you. You roll around to face the window and notice a familiar red mask in your field of view. You sigh and roll out of bed and open your window to let the spandex clad man in.

"Hi, Spiderman."

He grunts silently in pain when he rolls through your window, "Hi, Miss."

You let out a huff in annoyance. For the past couple weeks, Spiderman has been showing up injured to your window asking for assistance. You had no idea why you hadn't told anyone yet, or why you decided to help him. However, he never asked for your name and you felt like this was your way of crime fighting and helping others.

"Where are you hurt?" you softly say, scrunching your eyebrows together and looking over is hunched form.

Spiderman slowly lowers himself on the ground and gestures to his ribs. You nod and leave the room, coming back with a pack of ice. He looks up at you and lets out a small laugh, "Nice shirt, (Y/N)."

You freeze.

You had never told him your name.

You step back, your hand hovering over the light switch. "Who are you? How do you know my name? What the hell?"

He stutters, "Uh...you have to promise not to scream."

"I make no--" you start to say, but before you get the chance to finish, he rips his mask off.

Peter Parker gives you a small sheepish smile. Your shock doesn't fade.

Out of shock, you throw the ice pack at him. "Peter!" you whisper yell, "you're Spiderman?!"

"I told you not to scream!"

"I'm whisper screaming!"

"Look, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you. It's just that--"

"No, Peter Parker, you listen to me! Do you really have the audacity to show up hurt every night? I thought you hated me because you kept blowing me off! I really freaking miss you Peter I could almost--" you cut yourself off with a scrambled scream.

Peter stands up and pulls you into a hug, silencing and comforting you. You push yourself away.

"Peter Parker I could almost soak you in the face right now!" you threaten, stepping closer to him noses almost touching.

"What's stopping you?"

"Why you little--" you grab his face and kiss him, hard. His arms snake around your waist and pull you closer. You both pull away, out of breath. He rests his forehead on top of yours, heaving from the adrenaline.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

You kiss his nose, "I'm just glad your okay."

He kisses you on the lips once again, "I wasn't kidding when I said I loved that shirt."

You smile and look down. Peter’s eyes soften and he brings his hand to rest on your cheek. He slowly pushes your chin upwards to face him. Your eyes flicker up to his. Though is dark, you find yourself lost in his chocolate eyes.

“Hey,” Peter whispers to you, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m sorry I kept ignoring you. You mean the world to me (Y/N) and I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I was keeping something as big as me being Spiderman away from you. But I could never bring myself to tell you, I...I didn’t want to drag you into this.”

You pull him into a tight hug, nestling your nose in the crook of his neck. You turn your head and rest your cheek on his shoulder, and you press a soft kiss on the side of his neck. “I’m in it for the long haul, Peter. You’re my best friend, and I love you in every way possible. Whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

Peter’s body shakes with laughter, his grip on you tightening. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, darling.”

The fifth time you wear that shirt, it's in bed beside  Peter as the both of you binge watch the original Star Wars trilogy. He rests against the headboard with you sitting in between his legs, your back resting against his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. He toys with the hem of your shirt, a smile finding a way to his face when he remembers the first time he saw you in it.

You notice Peter's hands brushing against your stomach and slip your hand into it. "What are ya thinking about?" you ask him.

"Just about you, beautiful. Have I ever told you that I love you?"

You feel him press a kiss to your neck and you smile, pausing the movie playing on your laptop resting on your lap. "Yes, Peter. Everyday."

"That's good. I mean, if you ever came out with some '(Y/N) (Y/L/N)' merch, I'm buying it."

You laugh once again before kissing Peter full on the lips, the smile never leaving either of your faces.

[blayzez]

a real fine place to start

This was actually supposed to be a shitpost on tumblr spanning just a few hundred words and it turned into this?? monstrosity??? Im so sorry

It’s here now! Sorry for taking so long, I was having trouble getting the dialogue right.

Read on ao3!

Or you can read it under the cut

The war's not over yet, but at this point, it's become a race to gather as many Galra to the good side before Honerva can. Allura, ever the diplomat and princess, decides that perhaps the best way to achieve this is to have a high-profile Altean and a high-profile Galra join together in marriage. She says this with the heavy implication that she would be that high-profile Altean, and it's very obvious it's something she doesn't really want to do but will for the sake of the coalition.

Lance talks her out of it. Not because he wants her to himself -- he's already come to terms with the fact that that'll never happen -- but because he wants Allura's happiness. He's also a hopeless romantic and doesn't like the idea of one of his best friends entering a loveless, strictly political marriage. Allura puts up an argument, but Lance is able to talk her out of it. Somebody else can become betrothed; Allura deserved better.

This entire time, Keith can only stare contemplatively at Lance. He has an idea, and now that Allura has been completely talked out of marrying a Galra herself, Keith thinks his idea might actually be possible. He decides to go for it.

"What about me and Lance?" he declares, walking up to Lance and taking his hand.

After the paladins decided that a trip to Earth was a necessity, they took a little time beforehand to visit the Altean colony. It was there that Lance met someone he never thought he'd meet, and certainly not in space: His father, an Altean. Lance was shocked at first and, unlike Keith and Krolia, ended up distancing himself from the father that abandoned him (as an Altean, his father would have been safer on Earth as he could have blended in better with humans that the very obviously-alien Krolia could have). Lance can handle that he's Altean -- he took that pretty well, actually -- but he can't handle knowing his flesh and blood chose a life in exile rather than stay with his family. The team has been avoiding the subject ever since, for Lance's sake.

"WHAT?!" Lance squawks, blushing furiously. "What makes you think I'd want to marry you?!" A look of hurt crosses Keith's face before Keith schools his expression into a more neutral one.

Keith explains that as paladins, they are high-profile Galra and Altean respectively. As an added bonus, since they're both half-human, that also gives the Galra and Alteans a positive connection to Earth.

Lance is, predictably, outraged because how DARE they decide this for him! He pulls Keith closer, obviously trying to stay out of earshot of the rest of the team.

"Why would you put me on the spot like this?" Lance's voice is more hushed now, attempting to keep the conversation between him and Keith.

"It'll be good for the coalition, for the universe," Keith tells him just as quietly. In actuality, Keith has had feelings for Lance for a long while now. The idea of being married to him... well, maybe Keith is being selfish here, but his words to Lance are not untrue.

"What about what's good for me?" Lance hisses back.

"It's not always about you, Lance," Keith retorts, but he feels a flash of hurt. "Marriage isn't going to kill you."

"A marriage to you might," and that's all takes to crumble Keith's resolve. He ducks his head, eyes downcast.

Sighing heavily, Keith whispers, "Would it really be that bad being married to me?"

Lance's expression changes to that of regret, and he looks close to placing a comforting hand on Keith, but he seems to steel himself against it.

"Yes-- No-- I don't know!" Lance suddenly shouts, stepping away from Keith in a fit of frustration. "It's just-- This is all happening so fast and I want to help the coalition but I've always wanted to be married to someone I love and I know the universe is more important but it's just-- It's all so much!"

A rush of sympathy floods Keith, and he steps closer to Lance and places his hands on Lance's biceps.

"It's okay, Lance," he murmurs affectionately, giving Lance a soft smile. "I'm sorry. Look-- You don't have to answer now, and you don't have to say yes. It was just an idea. You can-- You can think about it?" and he asks it instead of suggesting it, worried Lance will lash out at him for it.

But he doesn't. He's still visibly upset, but he's noticeably calmer.

"Yeah, okay," he mumbles, breaking away from Keith's embrace and retreating to a small wooded area. Keith stares after him helplessly, feeling at a loss for what he should do.

He knows now he shouldn't have forced this on Lance -- it was selfish of him, of course Lance isn't as interested in marrying Keith as Keith is in marrying Lance.

Lance needs space right now, he needs time alone to think. Keith could give him that, would give him that. He could do this.

He lasts maybe an hour.

When he finds Lance, it's in a small clearing. Lance is sitting on the ground with his knees pulled to his chest and looks lost in thought.

Keith clears his throat to announce his presence, but Lance doesn't move, doesn't speak, doesn't acknowledge him at all. So Keith just stands there awkwardly, not exactly sure what he should do in this situation.

"Why me?"

Lance's quiet voice causes Keith to jump, and when he looks at the blue paladin, he's staring at Keith with an unreadable expression.

"What-- what do you mean?"

"Allura's a high profile Altean, too. Why not her?"

"She didn't want to marry at all."

"I haven't acted enthused about it either, yet you're still pushing a marriage with me."

"I'm not trying to push it, Lance, I just thought--"

"What? What did you think?" Lance jumps to his feet at this point, looking like an animal caught in a trap -- wild, fierce, and terrified.

"I just thought... you were the better choice."

Lance looks utterly shocked by this, so Keith sweeps on. "Allura's great, yeah, but... well, so are you. You're a great person, you were the perfect right-hand man for me, the team probably would have gone under a dozen or so times if you hadn't been there, and I thought it might be something you'd want because you'd finally get the glory and attention that you've been wanting -- that you deserve -- and I just-- why aren't you saying anything?!"

Because Lance is just silently standing there, looking dumbfounded, like Keith had just given Lance the most unorthodox secret of life. Keith almost tries again until Lance beats him to it.

"I just-- I don't get it!" Lance bursts out. "You distance yourself from us, leave us, almost get yourself killed on purpose, and then suddenly you come back and ask to marry me and say all this nice stuff about me?! I don't get it! I don't-- I don't get you!"

Lance lets out a shaky sigh, dropping his hands from where they were running through his hair.

"I missed you," he says suddenly, voice quiet. "I missed you and you just brushed me off like I meant nothing and then you start acting like you care? You can't just do that, you can't just--"

"Lance, I've always cared," Keith doesn't like cutting Lance off, but this needs to be said. "I have always cared. I cared when you first helped me save Shiro. I cared the first time I saw you smile at me. I cared when I held your hand and you told me we made a good team. I cared when I saved you and your lion from Nyma and Rolo. I cared when you came up with strategies on the Balmera off the top of your head like it was nothing. I cared when the castle was trying to kill us. I cared when we got stuck in that elevator and had to escape it by using our wits and working together. I cared when you saved mine and Hunk's butts with a cow on a hoverboard. I cared when you decided right away that it didn't matter I was Galra, that I was still Keith. I cared when you comforted me after Shiro died. I cared when you encouraged me to become the leader I didn't think I could be. I cared when you helped me become the leader you had faith I'd become. I cared when you saved me countless times without a second thought. I cared when you admitted how insecure you were about your place in Voltron. I cared when I chose to do something about it by stepping down and letting Shiro take charge, even though the black lion rejected him. I cared--"

"Stop."

Normally, Keith would press on, but Lance's voice was so choked that Keith automatically obeys.

Lance is red in the face, his eyes watery and he blinks rapidly to try and dispel the tears -- he only succeeds in causing them to fall, and once they start, he can't stop. Keith closes the space between them in seconds, pulling Lance into a tight embrace.

"I have always cared, Lance," he murmurs into Lance's ear. "Always. That's why I chose you instead of asking Allura to marry me."

Lance gasps as if the thought that anyone would choose him over the princess was too astounding to process.

"This isn't just about the coalition, Lance. I admit... my reason for choosing this is selfish."

He takes a deep breath before finishing his thought, preparing himself for imminent rejection.

"I want to be your husband. In the entire universe, there is nobody I'd want this with more than you."

Lance has stilled in his arms, pausing even his breath at the confession. Then, suddenly, Lance is fisting Keith's clothes and holding Keith as tightly to him as possible. He keeps quiet, but Keith distinctly feels a sob shudder through Lance's body.

"I didn't know," Lance chokes out quietly. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Telling you, my so-called rival who always showed an aversion to me, that I'm in love with you?" Keith asks incredulously. "How would that have worked in my favor?"

"It would have-- I don't know!" Lance's voice becomes stronger, his crying calming down. "Maybe I would have realized sooner that how I feel about you isn't exactly platonic, either!"

This gave Keith pause. "... wait, what?"

"I like you! Like, like like you!" Lance nearly shouts, standing back to look Keith in the eye; he looks frustrated and flustered and confused. He was suddenly rambling, unable to keep his tangled web of emotions in check, apparently. "I'm pretty sure I have for a while now, but I was too afraid to admit it, so I just clung to my small crush on Allura until it wasn't so small anymore. And then I didn't know how I felt because my relationship with you got better after you became leader but then you left and I felt rejected and then my relationship with Allura got better because I had stopped flirting with her when I was getting closer to you so I started having those feelings for Allura again only stronger this time but she was into Lotor and left me high and dry and I felt horrible because the two people I cared about most rejected me but then you came back and yeah, you brushed me off -- which I'm still mad about, by the way, don't think you're off the hook for that -- but I was just so happy to see you again and have you back on the team that I almost forgot how heartbroken I felt over Allura, seeing you again actually made me feel better, it made me feel whole again and I... I'm not sure I can live without that feeling again."

And Lance looks so dejected and forlorn as he finishes speaking that it takes everything in Keith to not bring Lance into another hug.

"You don't have to," Keith rasps. "I'm not leaving again. I promise that to you. You... you make me feel whole, too. I'm glad the Blade worked me so hard because if they hadn't, I would have spent most of my time missing you. I'm not leaving you again. I don't think I could."

That is apparently enough for Lance because Lance leans in and presses a chaste kiss to Keith's lips. Keith melts immediately, kissing back but keeping it gentle, worried he could scare Lance away by showing too much enthusiasm.

When they pull away, Lance has the most affectionate, soft look Keith had ever seen him wear and it does something to Keith's insides. It makes Keith want to kiss him again, but he restrains himself; Lance is the most nervous of the two and he needs to be the one making the first moves for now.

"Look, I don't..." Lance trails off, seems to gather himself, then starts again. "I don't feel as strongly for you as you do for me." Quickly, he holds up a hand to stop Keith, who was about to interject that that was okay. "Let me finish. I don't feel as strongly for you as you do for me, but... But I do feel something for you. And, eventually, I think the strength of our feelings for each other will become mutual."

Keith smiles softly at him, letting all the affection he feels for this boy show in his gaze. "I'll wait for you," he whispers.

"You don't have to wait for me," Lance breathes with a soft grin of his own, pressing his forehead to Keith's. "I'm right here."

With that, Lance leans in for another kiss.

[xuhoon]

paper roses

part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

1872 words, fluff, dance class!!!!!!! hao is a little shit

It had been a few days since you hung out with Minghao at his apartment. The two of you became closer by the second. It was really easy to talk to him, and he made you feel more than comfortable. Today, October 17th, was the day you would attend Hao’s dance class. English was your only class on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s, so you woke up early just for this.

Y/n: hey hao, I’m on my way. Where am I going?

Hao: wait you’re coming today?? I forgot… y/n I don’t think it’s a good idea to come today…

Y/n: hao tf

Hao: im sorry hun… please not today.

Y/n: hao!! im coming today. Literally on the bus? I woke up for u :((( appreciate me plsss

Hao: can I call you?

It sounded serious so you called him and he answered right away.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something.”

“Hao, you’re scaring me”

“I…”

“Hao, I swear to god the fuck is up”

 “I just wanted to hear your voice. Room 311.” Click!

This fuckin’ boy oh my GOD.

You traveled up the stairs to meet Hao. It was 9:24, a few minutes early. As you approached the dance room, you saw Soonyoung and Junhui waiting outside. Soonyoung had his arm laced around his boyfriend, Chan, and Junhui was leaning against the wall. Minghao was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey guys, fancy meeting you here.” You playfully walked up to the boys, giving each a hug.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Chan asked. It had been a long time since you saw him. The last time being at graduation. It was the first time seeing him on campus.

“She’s here to see her new beau, Minghao.” Soonyoung explained as he pulled Chan back into his arms.

“It isn’t like that…” You look to your shoes.

“Sure, it is, you napped together.” Junhui rubbed salt into the wound. You could feel your cheeks getting hotter every second.

“Well, I, he, uh… I had horrible cramps. He… he took care of me… he made me tea and gave me a hot pack. I fell asleep while he was in the shower and I guess we snuggled? Cuddled? I woke up in his arms. It was nice…” You trailed off as you brought your hands up to hide your blushing cheeks. Minghao walked up behind you and snaked his arms around your now exposed waist, kissing your cheek. This made you turn around into Minghao’s chest as you clung in embarrassment.

“Hey princess.” He giggled and tickled you, resulting in a flare-up of laughter from the both of you.

“It’s like they’re already dating. It’s been like, what, two weeks? Two weeks since you first talked?” Junhui drew out a cocky tone. That wasn’t usual for him, but you could tell it was only to get a rise out of Hao.

“Babe,” Chan says to Soonyoung, “They act like us.” Those two have been dating for years.

It’s as if Minghao was waiting for this moment, a certain segue to reveal what’s been on his mind. He shuffled a bit while keeping you in his arms.

“Hey, Y/n… listen. I know we haven’t been talking for long but I really enjoy your company. I like talking to you about what we read in class. You actually get me to go. I mean, I would still do the reading if I didn’t have to show up, I find it interesting. But anyways I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me in a different setting? Maybe a nice café where we can talk and stuff? I just… Y/n I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Hao, we’ve already slept together.”  He took your face into his hands, cupping your cheeks. “I’ve been to your apartment.”

“Don’t say it like that! I held you in my arms as you slept your cramps away. It was special.” He smiled, “Plus, we mostly talked about Junhui and I during dinner.”

“Mmm, with that yummy Chinese food! Who’s so punk now?” You looked up with a sly grin, pulling him closer to you.

“My amazing fashion choices don’t mask my soft heart.”

The three boys nodded in agreement to the fact that Minghao had a soft heart, and it was even softer for you.

“I think we need to head into class now, it’s 9:31,” Junhui interrupted the soft moment. He turned to me, “Today we’re practicing our new dance moves. Us four are in a group for this assignment.”

“We have separate practice rooms, but we need to check in for attendance,” Soonyoung chimed in.

After the boys were checked in, it was time to head across the hall to Room 317. You sat on the floor close to the speaker Junhui brought. With Soonyoung’s phone plugged in, you became the DJ. After a few clicks, you landed on Chan’s work out playlist for warm-up stretches. This really was a group effort. Minghao commented before starting the actual practice session that “you’re a pretty hot DJ.”

“Shut up, punk. Just do your dance thing for me.” You acted like you didn’t care but it didn’t phase Minghao and he decided to join in on the fun.

“What is it, Y/n? Would you like a lap dance?” He sauntered over and sat in your lap, pressing all of his weight into your body. “Is this what you wanted?” He added as he peppered you with kisses on your cheeks.

“Hao… you’re crushing… me… haaOOWW HAO IT HURTS!” Being able to barely move, you tried to muster up the strength to push Minghao off but you both tumbled onto the floor laughing as he pulled you closer.

“Excuse me, but both our DJ and our dancer need to do their jobs.” Soonyoung walked over, pulling you both to your feet and dragging Minghao away from you. “Y/n, please play the performance playlist, it’s not too far down from Chan’s.”

“Alrighty, one performance playlist coming up.” You responded with a salute.

“That was cute, babe.” Hao smiled, resting his hands on his hips.

“Hao, you literally just asked me out and you’re already calling me babe. We haven’t been on a date yet.”

“And?” He started walking over and Soonyoung glanced over to Junhui and Chan realizing that not much practice would happen today.

“And you already pepper my face with kisses.” You said with a pout and crossed arms.

“Well, I don’t want to kiss your lips without permission.” Hao squatted in front of you.

“But my cheeks and forehead and nose are fine?” You retorted with a sly grin.

“Uh, you’re right. I’m sorry I should’ve asked.” Hao suddenly got flustered, falling onto his butt and running his fingers through his hair.

“Lol nah babe you’re good. I think it’s really cute.”

“Did you just say ‘lol’ out loud?” Minghao shimmied closer to kiss your cheeks again but was met with your hands blocking him.

“So, what if I did?”

“Hao, she just called you cute.” Junhui interrupted our cute competition. “Dude we have to practice for the performance, so kiss your girlfriend and get over here.”

Hao leans in, giving you a quick peck on the nose. He’s quick to stand up by hopping to his feet. Covering his blushing face with his hands, he joins the boys in formation, and whispers, “She isn’t my girlfriend yet.”

Junhui softly nudges his shoulder, “I know.”

The dance session was heated as the boys practiced over and over again, striving for perfection. The dance was intoxicatingly well executed and you were extremely impressed with the combined efforts. Their dance teacher was making rounds to the different teams and spent a solid amount of time helping. Around 12:15, the boys packed up their stuff and headed to check out before hitting the showers.

“Hurry and get your cute butt in the shower and don’t be late for class! Soonie, Channie, Junnie, it was nice seeing you guys. I can’t wait for the recital!” You hugged all of the sweaty boys and found a spot along the wall outside the locker room to sit. Class didn’t start for another 25 minutes or so, and waiting for Hao wouldn’t hurt, right? You hoped that he came out with enough time to walk over.

“I got the shower first and Hao whined, but he’ll be out in a minute. He’s singing his heart out in there too, quite the performance.” Junhui walked by and grinned, heading to his own class.

“He can sing?” You buried your burning cheeks into your hands.

“Are you okay, princess?” Hao suddenly showed up with his hair slightly wet and a towel around his neck. He changed into a more fashion forward outfit including a long coat to beat the cold, crisp air outside. He wore his black ripped jeans, keeping the outfit together with a tasteful amount of punk.

“You can sing?!” Immediately standing, you rushed toward Hao with wide eyes.

In a sing-song-y tone, Hao sung part of his performance track as he watched your jaw slack in awe. “Close your pretty lips, babe.” He kissed your lips as you brought your hands to his face. Hao bent down to be closer, and pulled your waist in. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Me too, Hao.” You stopped and stared into each other’s eyes, smiling widely, before realizing that it was 12:43 and you definitely didn’t have enough time to sprint across to the building where your class was. It wasn’t too far, so you made a run for it. You stumbled into class, practically tripping over each other, as the teacher called attention for attendance.

As you settled into your seats, Hao behind you, he pulled out his planner and wrote his note for today. You noticed that he made notes sometimes and asked what he was writing. Hao turned his planner around for you to see: October 17th, I asked Y/n out and she came to watch me dance. I kissed her… I want to do it again. She’s my everything~

Blushing, you reach over the desk to hold Hao’s hand. “I want you to hold me…” You trailed off as you remembered that class was starting.

“After class, okay?” Hao spun you around to face the front of the room. Hao started to fold sheets of paper instead of paying attention to the lesson. He tapped your shoulder and whispered, “Psst, hey baby, when is your birthday?”

“In a week, why?” You whispered back.

“I only have a week?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I don’t have much time to prepare!” He went back to folding his papers. You looked back, contemplating if he was making origami in anything particular.

“We have school that day, we don’t need to do anything special.”

“But honey, you’re my special girl! Just because it’s a Tuesday doesn’t mean I can’t take you to a fancy dinner or something.”

“It’s been a few weeks, you don’t have to spoil me just yet. What are you folding?”

“Just some lyrics I printed off the internet, you’ll see once I’m done.”

He went back to folding, and you turned back around.

[yehet-me-up]

Playing Forward

Pairing: JB/Im Jaebum x Reader (female)

Word Count: 3,348

Rating: (F) for fluff

Summary: College!AU, Jock!AU. After a flying soccer ball knocks you over on your morning run, the player behind it aims for your heart as well.

Part 1 of the GOT7 colors series of oneshots! 🌈 Color: Green.

Music pounds in your ears as you sprint around the track, furiously swinging your arms. Legs straining, you round the turn, approaching the invisible spot on the track you’d marked as your starting place. The smooth sounds of James Blake carry through the headphones you wear, so incongruous with the frantic motion of your body as you run.

Ten more strides to the finish. Five. Three, two, one. You cross the imaginary finish line and stutter to a stop, breathing in deeply as you try to slow your heart rate and catch your breath. Quickly pulling your arm up to look at your Fitbit, you check the time.

One mile - nine minutes, seventeen seconds. You huff out a laugh, dropping your hand to your waist as you slowly start your cool down lap around the track. It’s not as fast as you like, but you’re pleased at the progress anyway. The endorphins flowing through you make you almost giddy with happiness, enjoying the exercise that’s slowly becoming a regular part of your morning routine.

Finally looking up from the track, you take in the scenery. The college’s sports field is lit by the early Friday morning sun. The dew on the track and the field it encircles is evaporating, creating little rainbows in the air. The rich green of the turf field shines, still damp from the heavy rain last night. The stadium, usually packed on busy game nights, is quiet save for a few athletes running up and down the stairs. At least, you assume it’s normally packed; you’ve never been inside for a game before. You’ve only heard the loud cheering from within on your way back to your dorm from late nights in the research lab.

Your breathing slows as you come around the second bend, sighing with pleasure at the satisfying feeling of exertion in your limbs. After a long first month of classes, labs, and hours spent at your internship, you began pushing yourself to get out in the mornings to run. Or at least, to jog. Anything to get your tired body moving, to give your mind a break from the busyness of your junior year and to ward off the malaise that inevitably came when fall made the sun rise later and set earlier.

After a lap of easy walking you pick up the pace, settling into an steady jog, planning to do a gentle mile and a half or so before heading back to the dorm to wash up before your first class. There’s a few other runners out on the track with you this morning. A pair of girls in sweatpants and messy buns, laughing together as they jog, and a few older runners, probably professors or grad students.

A group of men are making their way to the middle of the field, carrying mesh bags of soccer balls. They stretch and start doing warm up drills, you notice in your peripheral vision as you jog. They are all fit and good looking in that clean-cut, All-American way, joking with one another as they practice. They wear similar outfits; slim fitting track pants or purple and gold shorts, white tank tops or black sleeveless shirts with slits under the arms, revealing large swaths of toned muscle.

The song in your headphones switches up to an energetic techno track and you pick up your stride. A few minutes later as you’re winding down your workout, an electronic beep comes through the headphones and you pull out your phone, groaning when you see it only has 3% battery life left. You must have forgotten to charge it when you passed out after coming home last night from a study session.

You hear a muffled cry from the direction of the field, a raised voice above the music in your ears. You turn your head quickly to find the source of the commotion. In the seconds between noticing the soccer ball flying at you and it hitting you squarely in the chest you desperately try to turn out of the way. But it moves too fast for you to get very far and with a whoosh of air out of your lungs you fall towards the ground.

You wince as your butt hits the track, jarring you. Your headphones pop out of your ears as your phone falls out of your pocket and off to the side. You catch yourself on your elbows, thinking in a rush that you’re grateful you wore the long-sleeved exercise shirt today.

Dazed, you sit there for a moment, shaking your head. You bend forward, resting your arms on your knees, stretching the muscles, confirming that you’re unharmed. Bruised maybe, and you’re sure that your ass it going to hurt tomorrow, but thankfully not injured. Male voices are calling out from the field. A chorus of “dude, what was that aim?” and “you’re supposed to hit on girls, not actually hit them with stuff.”

Looking up you see one of the players sprinting toward you, the rest of the team paused in their scrimmage behind him. As he approaches, an apologetic look on his handsome face, you can’t help but notice his body. Toned muscles strain through the thin fabric of the exercise pants he wears. Long, lean sides and muscular arms exposed by the slits in his shirt. His black hair is heavy with sweat, brushing back and forth across his forehead as he runs toward you.

Even if you weren’t reeling from your fall, you think to yourself that you might be stunned just from how attractive he is.

He reaches you and crouches down next to you, eyes roaming your body, trying to assess the damage. “I am so sorry,” he starts emphatically, his dark eyes fixed on yours, his breathing still rapid from the game he’d been playing. “I blocked the ball to the side and it hit my foot at an odd angle. I swear it wasn’t intentional. Are you all right?” he asks anxiously.

You nod. “I’m fine. I just wasn’t prepared to encounter any flying objects on my morning run,” you say, teasing.  

“You sure you’re all right?” he presses, standing up and holding out his hands to help you up. 

You reassure him that you’re just fine, slipping your hands into his larger, rougher ones and letting him pull you up. You’re both still breathing deeply, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body at his close proximity. In the morning light his brown eyes take on an almost amber tone, striking as they meet yours.

After a moment he breaks the silence. “Let me make it up to you. Can I buy you coffee sometime?” he asks rapidly, looking hopeful. 

If he was just being polite, you would have waved him off, saying not to worry about it. But there’s an appraising look in his eyes as he takes in your body clad in your close-fitting workout clothes, pausing for a beat on your breasts, your legs. You can’t deny you’re attracted to him, and it has been forever since you made time to go on a date.

You nod. “All right, that sounds fair,” you say, smirking at him. He pats his pockets, as if trying to find his phone. With a look back at the distant end of the field you see a haphazard pile of bags and jackets. He looks down and finds your phone on the ground, and bends to pick it up. “How about I give you my number?” he says handing it to you.

“Sounds good,” you say and hit the button to unlock your phone, but it does nothing. Pursuing your lips you try again, confused that it’s not lighting up. For a moment you worry that the fall broke your phone, but then you remember that the battery was almost out a few minutes ago. “Shoot, my battery’s dead,” you say, groaning and shake your head.

“How about we pick a time and a place to meet,” he offers. “Let’s go old school,” he says with a lopsided, boyish grin.

“Hmm… how about Parnassus Café at ten on Sunday?” you suggest, naming your favorite little coffee shop on campus, hidden in the basement of the art building.

“Perfect. I’ll be there. What do you take?” he asks. His teammates start calling out from behind him, shouting sarcastic versions of Get a room already! and he turns and holds up a finger, telling them he needs another minute.

“Just a chai tea latte for me,” you say, turning to begin the walk back to your dorm room. “See you Sunday, champ.”

“See you then, gorgeous,” he says with a wink, and starts running back to the scrimmage.

You drag yourself out of bed Sunday morning, yawning as you go about your morning routine. The dorm is quiet as it only is on Sunday mornings, when everyone is wrapped up in bed, sleeping off the night’s activities or catching up on sleep. You stand in front of your closet, debating. Finally you settle on slim fitting jeans, a black v-neck shirt, and your favorite olive green jacket with a faux fur hood. Casual, yet flattering. You gather your hair up into a low ponytail and swipe on some light mascara.

As you approach Parnassus you see a man standing out front, holding two to-go cups. He’s wearing a cozy-looking blue sweater, his dark hair brushed back from his face; stylish black rimmed glasses perch on his nose. With a start you realize it’s the soccer stud. He looks so different off the field you hardly recognized him. He’s just as handsome as he was yesterday, only with a completely different vibe. When he notices you standing there his face cracks into a wide grin.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he says and hands you the cup. You smile at the nickname.

“Hey there yourself, champ,” you reply, wrapping your hands around the warm cup.

“Well, thanks for the coffee. See you later,” you say brightly and turn to leave. A shocked expression comes across his face and you smother a giggle.

“Wait,” he says, reaching over to put a gentle hand on your arm. “You’re not going to even give me a chance?” he asks, his face light with suppressed laughter.

“Ohhh, you actually wanted to hang out?” you say, grinning, drawing out the words. He lets out a laugh, a pleasant tenor sound, and you laugh with him.

“Yes, I do,” he says, returning his gaze to yours, his expression turning intent.

You duck your head for a moment, pleasure coursing through your body at his obvious interest in you. You would have pegged him to be the “hit it and quit it” kind of jock, but you’re pleasantly surprised. 

“So, want to take a walk through the quad?” you ask, taking a sip of your delicious drink.

“Sound perfect,” he says, and he motions you forward ahead of him as you take the stairs back to ground level.

The campus is gorgeous in the fall, the plentiful trees on campus turning vibrant shades of red and yellow. When you exit the building he falls into step beside you, staying close. “So, I take it you’re on the soccer team?” you ask.

“Yeah, it’s my fourth year. I’m a senior,” he replies. “I play forward,” he says with a smirk.

“So I’ve noticed,” you joke with a wry grin.

He gives you a playful wink as you take the steps down into the quad, absent of it’s usual crowds of students this early in the morning. You fall into an easy back-and-forth of conversation with him. He tells you about the soccer team and you tell him about what motivated you to start running. He asks about your major and you tell him about what got you started on your Biology degree, and your desire to become a medical researcher.

“Going to save the world, huh?” he jokes, but his interest is obviously peaked. 

You turn the question back on him, and find out he’s a sustainable design major, interested in working in city planning to come up with affordable housing solutions. He speaks passionately about an internship he did freshman year that sparked his passion to create safe, accessible housing available to all. His soccer scholarship keeps him busy between classes and volunteering, but he says he loves the challenge.

“Who’s trying to save the world now?” you tease, even as you’re drawn in by his earnestness, and the cute way he uses his hands to emphasize his points.

As you walk laps around the large paved quad you learn that you share an interest in British comedy films and street tacos, and that he’s good friends with one of your labmates this semester. He launches off on a long story of the time that they almost got arrested together in high school, trying to figure out how to rig up a fireworks display for their friend’s sister who was stuck at home sick on the 4th of July. That in turn makes you recount a hilarious experiment a few weeks ago where the guy in question had slipped in a dissection and spilled squid samples all over the lab floor.

Eventually your rumbling stomach makes you realize it’s lunch time. Looking at your watch you’re bewildered by the fact that almost two hours have already passed; it hasn’t felt like more than fifteen minutes. You want to keep talking with him and venture a guess he’d like to as well. 

“So, how about we get lunch? This time it’s on me,” you ask, carefully watching his face for any sign that he wants to leave.

“Excellent idea,” he replies easily. “I know just the place.” 

You walk a winding route to the small Italian restaurant on campus. Cheap, big portions, and delicious baked lasagna; the perfect place for two college students. The two of you are so lost in conversation that you hardly break the flow as you get seated, quickly scan the menu, and place your orders.

Long after you’ve eaten and the waitress has cleared your plates and run your card, you’re still talking. His easy laugh, his obvious intelligence, and his warm eyes, appreciatively watching you from behind his glasses; everything about him is drawing you in. A while later a muted buzzing sounds from his pocket. He pulls out his phone.

“Sup?” he says into the phone once he sees who is calling, hitting the speaker phone button.

A loud, urgent male voice comes out. “Dude, where the frick are you? I’ve been texting you for like, half an hour.”

He wrinkles his brow in confusion. “What do you mean? Where am I supposed to be?”

“Umm, you idiot. It’s Sunday? The game starts in half an hour and no one has seen you. Get your ass over here,” the voice insists and he checks the time on the phone. It’s 4:30. His body goes rigid with shock.

“Oh, crap. I’ll be right there,” he says and rubs a hand over his face.

“I’ll keep Sully off you, just hurry up!” the voice says and the line goes dead.

“We’ve got a game at five tonight, I guess I lost track of time,” he says, giving you a rueful smile.

“Yeah, I can’t believe how late it is already. Don’t let me keep you,” you say, grabbing your purse and quickly signing the receipt. You’re acutely aware that this date, or whatever it is, is now at the point where one of you would make the executive decision of setting up another one. But he surprises you yet again.

“Have you been to a game before? I’d love to have you there,” he says with a sweet smile.

“No, I haven’t. Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to get in your way,” you reply.

“Not at all. Besides, with you there it will give me extra incentive to show off,” he says with a wink.

“All right, then. Let’s do it,” you say, beaming at him.

He reaches out to grab your hand, moving to the door of the restaurant. You hitch your purse higher on your shoulder as the two of you take off running across campus toward the stadium.

The stands are indeed packed, as you assumed they would be. The soccer team is ranked in the top ten in the nation, according to the girl next to you. Stephanie? Melanie? You can’t quite remember her name among the several girls you were introduced to in the “friends and family” section in the front row behind the team’s bench, where your date insisted you hang out.

She’s so sweet during the game, pointing out all the players, explaining their positions. She’s dating Daniel Sullivan, Sully, the captain of the team, “He’s a senior too, like JB,” she says. When you realize she’s referring to the guy you’ve been out with all day, you laugh to yourself. In all the talking you’d done, you’d never introduced yourselves.

It’s a close game, the rival team scores a point early after a miscommunication had two defenders both tied up on the other side of the goal. In the 38th minute of the game Sully manages to get the ball into the bottom corner of the goal off a corner kick. Caught up in the excitement, you scream right along with the girl next to you, hugging her back when she wraps an arm around you.

The minutes tick down and the team calls a timeout, running over to the sidelines to huddle up and discuss. JB looks incredibly hot, you think to yourself, his shirt damp with sweat, his broad chest on display as he stands his hands on his hips. When they break the huddle you call out, “Go get ‘em, JB!” He turns to you and blows you a dramatic kiss that makes you laugh.

Thirty seconds on the clock and the ball is in play. Sully breaks away and moves up the field toward the opposing team’s goal, JB tears down the field opposite him. A pass back to the midfielder. With a quick stop and turn, JB’s past his defender, breaking toward the goal. The midfielder heaves a huge kick, sending the ball into an arch. Leaping into the air, JB whips his head to meet the ball, sending it into the top corner of the goal, just out of reach of the goalie’s hands.

The buzzer announcing the end of the game sounds, but it’s hardly heard over the cheering of the crowd. You grin as you watch him get swept up into a hug by his teammates, everyone smacking him on the back and rubbing his head. You’re pulled into another joyful hug by Melanie, you clarified her name during a snack run at halftime. After a few minutes JB turns to look at you, smiling widely, and starts running over.

He reaches you in a rush, leaning against the low dividing wall. Your hands come out to hold onto his shoulders so he doesn’t fall forward, both grinning excitedly at each other.

“Congratulations, stud,” you say cheerfully. His gaze drops to your lips and then back up to your eyes, darkening as they seem to decide on something impulsively.

His hands slide up to cup your face as he leans down to you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of objection. Your hands tighten on his shoulders and you give him a broad smile. Satisfied, he closes the distance and kisses you in earnest. 

His passion catches you off guard but you catch up quickly, burying your hands in his sweaty hair to hold onto him. You taste the sweat on him as his lips work against yours. He smiles against your lips and his eyes are bright when he pulls back, keeping you close.

“So, can I buy you dinner? It’s on me,” he says with a grin.

You nod, smiling back, and grab his jersey in one hand to drag him in for another kiss.

[jeontaeh]

〚THIRTY FOUR〛

Taehyung was never this anxious before.

Walking into breakfast on the first day of the week- he took a sandwich from the canteen and then spotted his friends sitting with the rest of the football guys. Except Jimin and Jungkook were sitting on another table with Eka and Sehun.

Taehyung walked up to the footbal guys. He saw Youngjae telling the rest of the guys some story, and everyone was laughing loudly. But when Taehyung got there, Youngjae spotted him and then hesitated, quietening. "I-I'll tell you guys later." Youngjae mumbled.

Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but then saw Yugyeom mumbled something to Bambam, and both of them get up and leave to go sit with Jungkook. Everyone was kind of quiet, not knowing what to say.

Taehyung gulped. "I've got some- some homework to finish. So I'll go." Taehyung mumbled, and then walked away from the table. When he did, he heard all of them begin talking and laughing again.

Taehyung walked out of the food hall and sighed. He didn't feel hungry anymore. Taehyung just threw the sandwich in the dustbin and walked to the only place he could get some peace. The art room.

Taehyung walked into the small room and then sat down on one of the chairs, remembering how a few months ago- Jungkook was sitting on his lap at this exact spot, talking about how he thought bees were very cute. And Taehyung had just smiled and kissed his cheek and said how he thought Jungkook was very cute. And Jungkook blushed and hid his face with his hands.

Taehyung almost smiled at the memory, but then remembered. Remembered how after the two went to the boys' lounge, and Taehyung ignored Jungkook completely and made some homophobic comments. And how Jungkook looked disheartened and kept trying to tell Taehyung something, but Taehyung didn't listen and instead continued fucking around with the other guys.

Taehyung cursed to himself. How did he not notice that Jungkook had a crush on him?

Taehyung took his phone out and began going through old texts of him and Jungkook. They hadn't texted for weeks. The last text was this.

Kookie hey taetaehyungie

Kookie i thought abt what u said 😙

Kookie on my way to your room right now!!

Kookie 💞💞 im gonna give u many many kisses !!

Taehyung let out a small breath he didn't know he was holding. Fuck. Fuck- they were so close to being together. Taehyung was so close to holding Jungkook every night and calling him his baby. Taehyung was so fucking close to having one good thing in his life.

But instead, everything went wrong. So- so quickly.

Taehyung scrolled through their texts and let out a small smile at some of them that occurred when everything seemed fine.

Kookie youre a little meanie

Taehyung you're the one that left without kissing me goodbye 😡

Kookie BC I HAD HOMEWRK ): i HATE u

Taehyung no u dont

Taehyung pretty babie

Kookie i like u sm ):

Taehyung when I see u next I'll kiss ur cute butt

Kookie EWWW i <3 u

Taehyung heard the door of the art room open, and turned with widened eyes and saw Jungkook. "Oh-" Jungkook let out, fingers tightening around the door handle. "What- what're you doing here?"

"I just came here to... be alone, I guess," Taehyung mumbled, and saw how Jungkook was looking away, awkward.

"Okay," Jungkook said, and then walked inside and towards the cupboard to take his art file. He grabbed it, and then looked at Taehyung wearily. Jungkook opened his mouth to say something, but Taehyung did first.

"Kook," Taehyung let out, and then stood up. "I-I never meant to hit you."

Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds. "Okay," Jungkook mumbled, sounding unconvinced. Taehyung sighed.

"I didn't mean to. I swear. I just- I can explain everything. I promise," Taehyung said, taking a step towards him. "It's my father- he-he's terrible. And when I was younger, my-my mom said these things to me-"

"Okay, V- I don't care," Jungkook said, and Taehyung stilled, looking at him. "Stop telling me all this. It doesn't concern me."

"O-okay. Okay. I know- I know that. I just- um- I-I thought I should tell you, b-because-"

"Well don't. I don't want to know whatever backstory you're going to make up to somehow redeem yourself. It isn't going to happen, because I don't care." Jungkook said harshly, and Taehyung nodded quickly.

Jungkook walked two steps towards the door and then turned around. "And also- don't hang out here. This isn't your little hangout. I only introduced you to this place because I... I trusted you. I don't want you to be here. Go hang out with the football guys or something."

"Yeah o-okay. Sorry." Taehyung stammered and then saw Jungkook walk out and slam the door shut. Taehyung flinched lightly, and then turned around, coiling his hands into fists and sighing.

///

Taehyung was sitting on the side benches, watching the other boys play while he sat out. The distant sound of the whistle felt like white noise to him. He just sat there, watching as Sehun kicked another ball into the goal effortlessly, and then smiled when the other boys congratulated him. Taehyung just watched.

Earlier that day in class, he'd had to watch as Sehun kept complimenting Jungkook and saying all this stuff about him and how pretty he was- and Jungkook kept blushing lightly and telling him to shut up. Taehyung could just watch.

"You're so good! Aw, we're going to kill those dudes at the Seoul Championship next year!" Hoseok cheered, and Sehun laughed.

"Sehun?" Youngjae asked in a small voice. "The- um- the coach said you could teach me how to correct my footing-?"

Sehun smiled at him. "Of course, man! You're already really good, but if you just position your foot like this-" Sehun went on, and Taehyung saw as the boys surrounded him, all listening in, looking at ease.

The coach cleared his throat. "Okay, boys. I want all of you to write down on pieces of paper who you want the next Captain to be. The final decision will be mine, but I want to see what the rest of you think. And please- no drawing penises this time." The coach sighed.

"Sorry," Jackson mumbled, and the boys laughed.

Taehyung walked off the benches and began walking across the field. "Aren't you gonna vote, V?" Namjoon asked.

"No," Taehyung said, picking up his bag.

"You have to vote, V." The coach said, and Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I don't feel like it, Coach. You can decide through 13 votes, can't you-"

"Just be a part of the fucking team. Stop whining." Jimin snapped, and Taehyung looked at him and paused for a second. Taehyung walked over to the coach, and he handed Taehyung a piece of paper and a pen.

After a few minutes, all the votes were collected, and the papers were given to the coach. The coach counted and checked all of them, and then hummed.

"Right. 1 vote for Jackson. 2 votes for Jaebum. 10 votes for Sehun! Great," The coach said, and Taehyung just turned around to walk away, feeling a pained feeling in his gut.

"Who was the last vote for?" Someone asked. "V, but that doesn't count." The coach mumbled, and Taehyung frowned to himself.

"Seriously, dude? You votes for yourself?" Bambam asked, and Taehyung scoffed. "No, I didn't. I votes for Jackson."

"R-really!" Jackson asked, cheeks tinted. Taehyung hummed. "'Cause I didn't think anyone else would," Taehyung mumbled, and then turned around and walked away, didn't see Jackson look down sadly.

Who votes for him?

///

"Class dismissed." The teacher said after the bell rang, and everyone quickly got up and began walking out of the door. Taehyung slipped through the tables and grabbed an arm.

"Can we talk?" Taehyung asked, and then saw a frown. "I just- I feel like I should apologize."

"Yeah, you really fucking should." Eka snapped, and Taehyung looked at her with a sigh.

"Eka, listen. I never meant to hit him. I swear- I-" Taehyung began, and saw Jimin walk up to them after hearing what Taehyung said. "Please. Just hear me out. I know what I did was wrong. It was pathetic, it was- it was weak, and I hate myself for it. But-"

"Fuck off, V. It doesn't mater, because you're still going to be an asshole after this. Even if it was a mistake, it's not like you're going to learn and suddenly change." Jimin said with a scoff.

"Yeah, you're not me," Eka said, and Jimin laughed.

Taehyung felt weak. "I'm trying to change, I swear," Taehyung said in a small voice.

"Too late," Eka said, and she and Jimin turned around and walked out.

Taehyung took a deep breath. He felt that feeling he'd had for the past week where his insides would feel tightened and his breathing would get shorter and his stomach would feel inverted.

Taehyung picked his books up and walked out of the classroom, but when he did, he saw Jungkook walking away- rushing almost, and Sehun running behind him.

"I said no, Sehun," Jungkook mumbled, and Sehun sighed, grabbing Jungkook by his waist. Both probably didn't see Taehyung, who was leaning against the wall.

"Hey, come on-" Sehun said, and Taehyung felt his eyebrows furrow. Was Sehun hurting him? If Sehun was hurting him, Taehyung would kill- "Why no?"

"Because," Jungkook said. "I-I don't feel like dating anyone right now. You're really sweet, but I just don't feel like having a boyfriend." Taehyung's breath hitched.

"Why not, though?" Sehun asked. "I thought it was nice when we kissed last night... didn't you?"

Taehyung froze, tightening his grip around his books. Taehyung heard Jungkook giggle. "T-that was pretty nice. But- I just- I went through a pretty bad relationship not too long ago. I don't think I'm ready to jump into another one-"

"But Kookie! I'll treat you really well, I swear. I like you a lot, Kookie. I think you're really cool and funny and cute." Sehun said in a soft voice. "Can't you give me a chance?"

"I-I don't know," Jungkook said. "Everyone says stuff like that. It's too soon for me to trust another-" The words got cut off, and Taehyung heard the sound of kissing.

Taehyung heard with widened eyes as the sound of two lips being pressed together continued on for a bit, but then- "Sehun- no-" Jungkook said, pushing him off lightly. "I'm just... not ready yet. Sorry." Jungkook said. Sehun chuckled.

"No no- don't apologize. Don't worry about it! You're just so great, it's hard to resist." Sehun said, and Jungkook giggled. "But don't think this won't make me ask you out again next week. Or the week after that. Or the week after that. I'll wait till you're ready, Kookie." Sehun said, giving him a wink.

Jungkook smiled softly. Sehun looked at him for a few seconds. "Hey- if you want... you probably haven't done this before, so it'll probably sound really weird to you- but you know those kinds of relationships where people just... hook up?"

Jungkook froze. "No!" Jungkook said loudly. "No- look! Either I date you, or I don't. I don't want any of that fuckbuddies crap," Jungkook said frantically, sounding scared. "If that's what you want- then I don't want you to think about me like-"

"Okay- okay, relax. I was just asking, don't worry. Plus, I'm not the kind of guy to sleep around. I like intimacy and feelings and shit." Sehun said, and Jungkook giggled. Jungkook kissed his cheek and then saw Sehun blush a little and turn around to walk away.

Taehyung gulped and straightened up, turning to walk back to the dorms. He watched as Sehun walked past him, and saw how he was wearing a jersey, the captain's jersey.

Taehyung knew the long weekend was coming up- so he rushed into his bedroom, dropped his books, and instantly took his laptop out to book a train ticket back home.

///

The train ride from Busan to Daegu took an hour. Taehyung was in a blue coat, not wearing his bandana, looking outside at the greenery and snow in silence throughout.

He finally reached and picked his bag up, walking off the train. He walked out of the train station. He got a taxi and took it to where he needed to go. He reached the place and then saw a woman selling flowers and tea outside.

"Can I have one bouquet of those?" Taehyung asked, pointing at one of the purple lilies. The woman smiled and picked them out, handing them over to Taehyung. "And two cups of green tea, please," Taehyung said, and she handed that over too in small ceramic cups. Taehyung paid her.

"Thank you." She smiled, and Taehyung gave her a nod, and then turned and walked away, holding the small holdable tray of tea cups and purple flowers.

Taehyung walked on the damp dirt path, the only sound being that of birds chirping and tree branches rustling from the wind. Taehyung waked across the ground and finally reached. He saw the stone slab and felt his throat close up.

Kim Seoyeon 1982 - 2013 Loving and beautiful mother

Taehyung reached down, sitting beside the grave. "Hi mom." He whispered, feeling the lump in his throat that always rose. Taehyung placed the bouquet of flowers on her grave and placed the cup of green tea beside it.

Every time he visited his mother, he brought green tea for her. "I know I haven't met you for months. Truthfully... I was just... really happy for some time." Taehyung said, and then looked down at his fingers, gulping.

He looked at his mother's grave. "I'm sorry, mom," Taehyung said softly, feeling his skin tingle beneath his eyes, moisture growing in them. "I-I'm sorry."

He dragged his fingers down the dust on her gravestone. "I d-don't know w-what to do, how to- how to feel. I wish you were h-here." Taehyung let out and then looked down. "A-all these years. I hated dad. I hated him so much. B-but now I feel l-like I've become like him."

Taehyung sniffled, feeling a tear roll down his eye. "N-none of m-my friends like me anymore. T-the coach kicked me o-off as captain. T-the only person I liked... I h-hit him. I shouldn't have-" Taehyung began, and then put his hand on his face, tears rolling down his skin. "H-how am I any different t-than dad?"

Taehyung took a deep breath, looking up at the sky, seeing it blur in his vision. "I j-just-" Taehyung began, and then closed his eyes. "I don't want to d-disappoint you," Taehyung whispered.

Taehyung heard the silence after his words and then continued looking up, seeing the clouds meld together, moving slowly. He remembered the sound of his mother crying while his father hurt her because he kissed a boy.

He remembered how his mother came back later and cradled him in her arms, pressing kisses to his forehead. And then she told him she'd protect him forever.

Taehyung looked up. Protect him forever.

Taehyung looked at his mother's gravestone. His mother didn't leave his father as early as she did because she had Taehyung. His mother didn't divorce him because of Taehyung. His mother didn't tell her husband about anything bad Taehyung did to make sure he doesn't get yelled at.

Whenever Taehyung got bad grades or did something bad. His mother would keep quiet about it, and just tell Taehyung gently that it wasn't alright. Or if his father did find out, she'd talk to him softly and tell him to not take it out on Taehyung- that he's just a child, that he hadn't done anything wrong. To take it out on her instead.

Taehyung froze. His mother was always just trying to protect him.

She'd always been so loving, so kind, so accepting, so- so nurturing and mature. There's no possible way she could've been mean and vengeful towards anyone. Taehyung remembers after a certain dinner at home when his father had made some racist comments. Later his mother told him that his father was wrong, and there's no need for hatred against anyone for their race.

His mother taught him to be kind, to love everyone, to not hurt people, to be caring. His mother taught him to not treat people differently for their cast, color, creed, anything.

Taehyung sat up. There's no way she would be disappointed of Taehyung.

She would be happy.

She would be so happy that Taehyung found someone he liked so much. She'd ask him everything about Jungkook, and tease Taehyung for acting the way he would, and brush his hair and tell him to never hurt Jungkook.

She wouldn't be disappointed.

Taehyung smiled to himself. Maybe, just maybe he was wrong about his sudden epiphany. But deep on the inside, he knows his mother better than his father ever did. And he knows his mother would accept him in a heartbeat.

Taehyung got up from the dirt, smiling. "I love you, mama," Taehyung whispered, pressing a kiss to his fingertips and tracing them across her gravestone.

Being with his father for so long, Taehyung had become mean, rude, toxic to the people who showed him love. He'd become like his father.

Taehyung didn't like that. He didn't want to be that person- the person everyone hides from and is scared of and doesn't want to be around. Because that doesn't make him any different from his father.

And what else- Taehyung has never given a single fuck about what his father thought or did. So why would he start now? Frankly- Taehyung doesn't care. He doesn't care anymore.

He doesn't care about what anyone thinks. He's going to be like his mother and put himself first. He doesn't care.

He can love whoever he wants.

Taehyung reached school on Saturday night, the whole day passed by visiting his mother. He knew he only did it because the whole of next week he'd be thinking about how it was the anniversary of his mother's death. So he'd visited her earlier, gotten the closure he needed.

Taehyung rushed into the school building, dressed in his blue coat and beige high neck sweater and tan jeans. He rushed down the hallways of the dormitories, knowing where he was headed, knowing who he needed to talk to.

He was aware no one wanted to speak to him. But maybe. Just maybe- if-if he tried hard enough if he just was persistent enough-

Taehyung bumped into someone, not even realizing. He looked and saw Youngjae, whose eyes were widened in fright. "I-I'm so sorry-" Youngjae stammered, taking a step back.

But Taehyung put his hands on Youngjae's shoulders. "Don't worry," Taehyung said, and then smiled. "Youngjae- you're actually really good at football. What Sehun told you about the footing was wrong. I never told you this- but you shouldn't be playing mid. You should be playing striker. 'Cause you're really really good." Taehyung said, and Youngjae's eyes were wide.

"W-what?" Youngjae let out, and Taehyung gave him a look. "I'm sorry for ever being mean to you. I hope I can make up for how shit I was to you. I'll see you tomorrow. I need to go now. Bye!" Taehyung said and then continued running.

Youngjae's eyes were wide as saucers, and he almost fainted. Taehyung was high as hell, Youngjae thought. That could be the only explanation. But somewhere inside, Youngjae was happy. Really happy.

Taehyung rushed to Jungkook's room and then stopped, taking a deep breath. Taehyung knocked on the door twice. He waited for it to open, and then let out the deep breath when it did, and Jungkook was on the other side.

He looked beautiful. His hair was falling, must've just dried it. He was wearing a pink sweater and what looked like yoga pants. Jungkook looked at Taehyung. "What?" Jungkook asked, sounding annoyed.

"Jungkook," Taehyung said softly and then smiled hesitantly. "I know. I know you're mad at me. I know I'm a terrible person. I don't want you to think I'm trying to redeem myself. You don't have to accept my apology," Taehyung said, and Jungkook watched silently. "But I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Ever."

Jungkook was quiet. Taehyung took that as an indication to continued. "I know you don't like me. And I'm so sorry it took me so long to finally understand," Taehyung said, and then smiled at little. "Understand how goddamn stupid I was. I mean- fuck. If I just- If I weren't such an asshole, Kookie, maybe the two of us could've-" Taehyung trailed off, and saw Jungkook looking at him with widened eyes.

"What're you doing?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung gulped. "Nothing. Nothing- don't think I'm here to kiss you and make you mine- or- or try and have sex with you or something weird. I've just realized. I realized t-that- I like you, Kookie." Taehyung said, and then dropped his head down. "I know you're thinking I sound really fucking stupid. But I like y-you so much. And-"

"No. N-no- don't do this," Jungkook said, shaking his head. "You're lying again. You just want to fuck me. You just-"

"No, not at all. I promise." Taehyung said weakly, looking at him closely. "Kookie, I've been thinking so much lately, a-and-" Taehyung began, and smiled a little. "J-just been thinking about you h-has been keeping me sane, Kookie. I m-mean, these past two weeks have b-been the worst for me. Just seeing you smile in the hallways was more than enough-" Taehyung said softly.

Jungkook looked at him for a few seconds in disbelief and then pushed past him, walking out of the room. Taehyung frowned and turned around, and then saw Sehun there. Taehyung saw as Jungkook walked up to Sehun, grabbed the taller boy by the collar, and pressed their lips together.

Taehyung stopped at the doorway, eyes wide. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Jungkook kissed Sehun firmly, moving their lips together with intensity. Taehyung watched in confusion and then saw Jungkook pull away.

"V-" Jungkook began, and then looked at him. "I never told you." Jungkook continued, trying to sound normal. "Sehun's my boyfriend,"

Taehyung froze. He watched Jungkook with wavering eyes and then saw Jungkook look up at Sehun with his big, big beautiful eyes, and smile at him. "He was very persistent." Jungkook giggled and saw Sehun smile.

Taehyung looked at them for a few seconds, and then felt his insides go lax, his mind go blank. "That's great," Taehyung said, voice parched. "I'll just- um- I-I'm gonna g-go," Taehyung said with a quick smile, and then turned around and walked away, heart beating rapidly.

Jungkook saw him walk away and then looked back at Sehun, who had his eyebrow raised. "...I'm your boyfriend now?" Sehun asked, and Jungkook gulped.

"Yeah. I'm ready now. I really am. I don't want to think or let my old- old relationship stop me. I like you, Sehunnie," Jungkook whispered, and Sehun smiled. "I don't want to be hesitant."

"Good, good," Sehun said, and then wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist. "What was V here to talk about?"

"Nothing. He was being an asshole like usual." Jungkook giggled nervously, and Sehun snickered and then kissed Jungkook again. Jungkook kissed him back and then saw him pull away.

"I actually came here to ask you out again. Seeing as that won't be necessary, I'm gonna go back to the library and get my homework finished. See you at dinner." Sehun said, kissing Jungkook's cheek. Jungkook blushed and nodded, and then saw him walk away.

Jungkook took a deep breath and then walked back inside his room. He saw Jimin sitting on his bed. He'd heard everything, and had his eyes wide. Jimin gulped. He had to talk to Taehyung.

Taehyung rushed into his room and closed the door behind him, and then fell onto his bed, clutching his sheets tightly. Taehyung felt the moisture building up and cursed out. He didn't want to cry. Not again. Not constantly. Couldn't keep crying like this. Couldn't keep weakening himself-

Taehyung felt tears fall down his face and felt himself spiraling, powerless. Taehyung gripped his pillow tightly and gritted his teeth and tears continued rushing down his cheeks.

V. I never told you. Sehun's my boyfriend.

Taehyung pressed his face against his hands, feeling his nails scratching down his cheekbone in anger as he continued thinking of the way Jungkook smiled up at him.

Sehun's my boyfriend.

How Jungkook kissed him so firmly, grabbed his collar and looked up at him with big eyes. It was all too fucking much. He didn't want- didn't want Jungkook to leave him. Didn't want him to go away. Didn't want to lose him like he lost everyone else.

And god fucking damnit- Taehyung was such a terrible person. He was absolutely vile, horrible, fucking pathetic. He should be happy for Jungkook, be happy for his happiness. But no- Taehyung was selfish, and mean, and hated, and worthless. Jungkook deserved everything in the world except him.

Taehyung fell asleep crying, eyes clasped shut tightly. He knew the next week would be absolutely fucking terrible.

https://jeontaeh.tumblr.com/post/647264766967021568/thirty-five

[lovebunnie]

if youre still doing the writing could you do a nuwanda x meeks? because i like to think they met and meeks had a crush on him but nuwanda was oblivious to it, so meeks just pines a lot and somehow nuwanda finds out, (probably through chris or knox when one of them accidentally blurted it out) and nuwanda does a whole plan to ask meeks out.

“How can someone so attractive be so stupid!”

“Meeks, buddy, you’re preaching to the fucking choir.”

He laid on top of his bed, head hanging off the side while being upside down and groaning loudly. Pitts sat at his desk messing with bits and pieces of a clock while Knox wrote in his notebook. The three of them had been hanging out for a while, waiting for Neil and Todd to get back from helping Mr. Keating with something they didn’t understand or care to find out.

Meeks covered his face. “I just don’t understand. They flirt with everybody but as soon as someone flirts with them back, they suddenly can’t comprehend it?”

“Dude, I think you’re going to have to be more direct with them,” Pitts told him, not taking his eyes off the clock. “Nuwanda is just kinda… goofy like that.”

Sliding down from the bed, Meeks shoots back, “I don’t know how I can be more direct with them, Pittsie. Everything I say goes over their head!”

“Did you try just asking them out directly?” Knox asked. “Worked for Chris and I.”

“I will absolutely not take romance advice from you. Not now or ever.”

Knox looked up from his writing, shocked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means it took you five times before Chris finally said yes, meaning no, it didn’t work and thus no, I will not be asking you, Knoxious.”

He closed his notebook and stood up indignantly, responding, “At least I had the balls to do it! You can’t even look Nuwanda in the eyes without catching on fire!”

Pitts finally looked up from his clock, concern etched onto his face. “Hey guys, calm down. We can settle this without getting expelled.”

Meeks scoffed and stood up. “Listen, I’ll take pining over Nuwanda until the fucking Earth explodes before I asked them out and make them uncomfortable. they obviously don’t like me, so what’s the point?”

He grumbled and stormed out of the room, grabbing his backpack on the way out and slamming the door. Knox and Pitts flinched against the harsh noise, and slowly faced each other.

“Good work, assclown,” mumbled Pitts.

“Me? How I am the one at fault here? I was just being honest!”

“Obviously, Meeks didn’t need honestly. He needed us to be friendly and helpful. You should go apologize before he steams all night long.” Pitts turned back to the clock while Knox sighed dramatically and fell back onto the bed. They shared a few beats of silence together, thinking about Meeks and feeling sorry for their friend and his ridiculous crush.

Suddenly, a voice. “Yeah Knoxious, what the fuck was that?”

Both boy’s heads shoot up as they exchange wide eyed glances. they both deduce that no, it wasn’t either of them. In fact, the voice was worryingly familiar…

“Nuwanda?” Knox asked aloud.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

Quickly, Knox reached into his pocket and extracted his phone slowly. He showed Pitts that screen, confirming the accidental butt dial. “Oh shit.”

“I’m guessing,” Nuwanda said, “that you didn’t mean to call me and I wasn’t supposed to hear that.”

“Uh-huh,” Knox squeaked out while Pitts slammed his palm to his forehead, making sure Knox knew how stupid that move was on his part. If Meeks wasn’t going to kill him then–

“Wait, did you hear all of it?” Pitts suddenly asked the phone.

“Every word,” came the reply.

Knox’s eyes went wider than before, almost supernaturally wide at that point. “So like… what do you think?”

The silence hung in the air for a few moments; they held quiet contemplation and Knox was about to scream with anxiety. Meeks would never forgive him, it was the end of their friendship and he somehow fucked it up twice in one day!

“I think I’m the biggest idiot on the god damn planet,” Nuwanda muttered into the phone. “I was walking around outside, enjoy nature and trying to find some cool spots to hold the club, when suddenly my phone rings! Not unusual, but no one really ever calls, so I answer. But I can’t even say hello to my buddy Knox because I’m getting an earful about how I’m attractive yet stupid– which by the way, hurtful Meeks– and then I hear some yelling and then a door slam. So now I’m sitting out here in the god damn frozen ass air thinking about Steven Meeks and how ignorant I am and how good he looks in those glasses.”

Pitts and Knox don’t know how to respond, so they stare at each other slack jawed. If Nuwanda is saying what they think they’re saying, that means that Meeks can stop wallowing in self pity and knock off the pining.

“So, are you saying you want to go out with Meeks?” Knox asked.

“I’ve been wanting to date that fucking nerd since I first met him. I thought when he was flirting, he was joking!”

“That’s what he thought you were doing!” Pitts exclaimed.

Nuwanda sighed in the receiver. “Well, what the hell am I going to do now?”

“I guess you’re going to have to ask him out,” Knox stated. “You both like each other, after all.

“Yeah but like…” Nuwanda moaned childishly, “how do I do that? I can talk a big game but how does a person even talk to their crush normally? I’d just look like a buffoon.”

“Nonsense! Just speak from the heart!” Knox exclaimed, the romantic in himself beaming. “What do you like about him?”

“God, everything. He’s wickedly smart, like unfairly smart. His nose scrunches up when he sees something he doesn’t like, which here, is a lot. That’s the only good thing about the place: I get to see the ‘Steven Meeks Nose Scrunch’ and it’s adorable. He’s super fucking friendly, I want to talk to him forever and when I’m not with him it sucks ass.”

Knox almost drops the phone in shock. “Holy fuck, dude. I think you’re in love with Meeks.”

Nuwanda groaned loudly. “I know and it’s horrible! God damn, I have to go find him. Did he say where he was going?”

Pitts shook his head before remembering they couldn’t see him. “No, but he took his backpack, so maybe the library.”

They sighed lightly. “Wish me luck lads.”

They both called out similar calls of good luck before Nuwanda hung up the phone and sought out Meeks.

As they entered the building, they thought of ways to ask Meeks out: flowers seemed too fancy, poems were too obvious, letters were too insincere. Nothing felt just right to ask someone like Meeks out. They wanted to experience to be perfect just so in case Meeks turned them down, they could say they gave it their all.

Nuwanda rushed down hallways, and eventually ran into Meeks, who was lugging his backpack behind him. “Oh, hey!”

Meeks chuckled softly. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s okay,” Nuwanda whispered, standing very close to Meeks. “I was actually, uh, looking for you.”

“That’s weird, because I was looking for you too!” Meeks laughed out, rubbing his neck in nervousness. It was so endearing Nuwanda melted into a puddle and became putty in Meeks’ hands. 

“What can I do for you?” They asked, trying to act cool.

Meeks took a deep breath and squared up his shoulders. And suddenly, his lips were pressed against Nuwanda’s, softly and yet very inviting. Nuwanda closed their eyes and softly cupped Meek’s jaw, letting him know that it was all cool with them.

Together, they both pulled back. Meeks shuddered, and whispered, “I really, really like you.”

“Oh thank God,” Nuwanda chuckled, slowly taking Meeks’ hand. “Because I really, really like you too.”

The pair giggled, unaware of what to do now. They stood in the hallway, hands clasped and eyes wide with promise and mirth.

Nuwanda carefully leaned down and pressed his forehead against Meeks’. “You’re a little shit, you know that?”

“Look who’s talking. I’ve been flirting with you ever since I met you.”

“And I’ve flirted back! Damn, for being the smartest person on the planet you’re an idiot.”

Before Nuwanda could call out Meeks again, he closed the distance and kissed them soundly once more. In the back of their mind, Nuwanda made a note to buy Knox a cake for his help.

[lykanthropa]

The legend of the Medic

Summary: Aimeric tells his offspring Jeremy a story about an apple hating doctor and his servant. A story that will open the eyes of the future Scout

An apple a day keeps the doctor away

 Boston, Massachusetts 1954

“Are you already in bed, Jeremy?” “Yes, dad!” Aimeric enters his son's room. The little whirlwind lies cuddled in his bed. The Frenchman folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the doorframe. “Teeth brushed?” “Yes.” “Did you give Mama a goodnight kiss?” “Yes!” A smile flash over the face of the otherwise so strict papa. “Very good. That sounds as if you deserve a bedtime story.” “Yeeaahhh!” Aimeric sits down on the bed and pulls the blanket slightly higher. “What shall I tell?” “About vampires!” “What?!” “I want a story about vampires!” “’ow did you get it? ‘ow do you know this word?” “My brothers have watched with me a vampire movie.” “What was that? I can’t believe it! If your brothers visit us again, I will flay them alive!” Jeremy flinched. He pulls his blanket over his face. He doesn't like his father to be loud and he doesn't want his brothers to get in any trouble. He loves them so much! Aimeric reassures himself quickly as he hears his son whimpering. Carefully he pulls the blanket from his head. “Hey, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I didn't want to be loud.” Jeremy hesitates briefly, then jumps up and hugs his father. He returns the embrace. He presses his little son to himself and caresses his back. “It’s okay. But you are not allowed to watch ‘orror movies.” He puts Jeremy back and covers him up. “Why not?” “Because you get nightmares.” “But I didn’t get any nightmares.” “And what about your mother? What would she say if she should find that out?” “Please don’t tell her! I don’t want to make Ma sad.” Aimeric looks at his son. “Mhm… Alright. I won't tell ‘er.” “It remains our secret?” “Yes, it remains our secret. But you have to promise me that you will never do that again. You're only six years old.” “Promised! I love you dad.” “I love you too, junior.” Jeremy jumps up once again and hugs his father. And, of course, he replies the embrace again before he puts him down again. “So. But now you stay lying down. After all, you want a story, right?” “Yeeeaahhh!” “All right, then… I won't tell you about vampires, but I'll tell you about the legend of the Medic.” “The legend of the Medic?” “In the fantasy world Germany lives the Medic together with ‘is servant Heavy in a dreamy old town called Rottenburg.” “Why is his name…heavy?” “Because he is a big, ‘eavy Russian.” “What is a Russian?” “A mythical creature, just like Germans. So, the Medic is active only at night. Only at this time does he visit the children…” “Is he Santa Claus?” “No. As I said, there are no Germans, but Santa is real. You know that, do you?” “Yes, dad~” “The Medic does not visit all the children, but only those who were naughty.” “What is he doing with the children?” “He gives them an injection.” Jeremy pulls his blanket up again. “A-an injection?” “Yes, an injection. Naughty children get an injection.” “But… I got an injection, too. So am I…naughty?” Aimeric laughs. “No, no. You got a vaccination. This is something else. Only if you get an injection from a German Medic, it means you were naughty. And since there are no Germans, you don't need to be afraid.” “Does the injection hurt?” “If it's from a German Medic, yes.” “.........”Jeremy whimpered softly. “But the Medic ‘as a weakness, which people use to keep ‘im from their children.” “…garlic?” “Apples.” “Oh no!” “They cut them into slices and hung them outside the window of the children's room. Because one thing you have to remember. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” “I thought the saying means that you don't need a doctor if you eat a lot of apples because apples keep you healthy.” Aimeric puts his arms in the sides. “If you know so well, why don't you eat apples regularly?” “I don’t like apples… They are boring.” “But you like to drink apple juice, don't you?” “I don't have to chew these apples.” Aimeric sighs. This boy… “Okay.” “What is Medic doing on the day?” “During the day? During the day he sleeps in his villa, feeds his doves and plays chess with his servant.” “So the Medic is an old man?” “What makes you think that?” “Because only old people sleep in the day, feed doves and play chess.” “………” That kid… „Shall I tell the story now or would you rather sleep?” “I'm quiet now!” “Well. Medic and Heavy are sitting together at a game of chess when the big, old grandfather clock ‘eralds the start of the midnight time with a loud gong…”

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“Aaaand… checkmate!” “Oh no… Heavy lost again.” “Don’t worry about it, my friend. At some point you will defeat me.” “Heavy does not believe that. Doktor is too smart for Heavy.” “Ach Heavy. What would I be without you?” A clock gong dins through the old living room. “Oh? Already midnight? How time flies when you amuse yourself.” “Does Doktor have to sting children again?” “Yes, Heavy.” Medic wants to be on his way to his doctor's room to get his syringe when he notices his look. “Don’t look at me like that.” “But Heavy feels sorry for children.” “Well, the brats would have had to think beforehand if they wanted to be cheeky.” “But they are just children. Children are sometimes something...cheeky.” “Nein, nein, nein! That will not work. If the parents are not able to properly educate their kids, they must reckon with the consequences. And what is the best way to child education than a big, painful syringe? A good beating might not be wrong, too...” “Can Doktor not stay at home one night? Heavy feels uncomfortably alone at night.” “Unfortunately this is not possible. I have an important job to fulfill. It will not last long either. I promise.” “………”

A little later Medic sneaks through the sleeping Rottenburg. Past the Kritzhaus, the Humboldt Sauermilch Molkerei GmbH and Otto's Café. There is a strange odor in the night air, but Medic does not think anything of it until he reaches the first house. The boy who lives there simply does not learn his lesson. Medic was already with him three times. As often as with no other child. And today is the fourth time. The little one is a veritable whirlwind. He is loud, wild and loves to swing his little baseball bat. And with this he has pelted a squirrel with nuts, which he had previously stolen from the rodent. Somehow, he will get it. Some children are simply stupid and often need a slap on the butt. And the slap is in the form of a big syringe. Children are afraid of injections. And especially this rascal shouts loudly at the injection. But still no improvement of his behavior. Then the best things come in fours. Whatever. Medic loves it to give a shot.

He skilfully climbed up the outer wall of the house. “I’m coming, little boy~” The children's room is on an advantageous side. The houses are close together, but this is the last house near the bridge. The next houses continue beyond the bridge. That is, Medic has free backwind and below him the river. This strange smell grows stronger, the higher Medic climbs. And when he reaches the window, he realizes what's stinking here. An apple chain is hanging bevor the window. “Apples…?!!!” Medic automatically pushes himself off the wall, and since he cannot fly, he rushes down the ten meters and hits the water with a loud bang.

Heavy sits in the old reading chair, with a book in his hands and his reading glasses on his nose as the door opens and Medic stands in the frame. Soaking wet. “Doktor! What happened?” The good-natured Russian rushes over to his master, with the blanket of the chair, and places it around him. “Come in and sit down.” “Thanks, Heavy.” Heavy fuels the open fire. “What happened?” “I don’t know either… There are apples hanging in front of the windows of the children rooms.” “Apples?” “Yes. Sliced and attached to a leash.” “Oh… Everywhere?” “Yes. After I crashed into the river, I tried it somewhere else, but in vain. Apples everywhere. Well, I've lost my syringe anyway. Probably in the water.” “Poor Doktor.” “How do they know that? How do these stupid people know that apples are my weak spot?” “………” “Heavy…” “D-da, Doktor?” “You have nothing to do with it, do you?” “………” “Heavy. Don’t lie to me.” Heavy begins to tremble and the tears stand in his eyes. Then he fell to his knees before Medic. “Yes, it is true! It is Heavy's fault!” Medic jumps out of the chair and stares furiously down at his servant. “How dare you to delude me? Heavy!!” “Heavy is sorry! Heavy is sorry!!” “That's what you do when I sleep in my operating room on my operating table during the day, ja? Why? Tell me why!” Heavy wipes the tears from his face. “Heavy is so worried about Doktor! People are angry at him because he's poking their children! Heavy is afraid that one day they will hurt him with torches and pitchforks.” “Hurt me? Such a nonsense. These village idiots don't dare to go near to my house.” “Please stop it, Doktor. Heavy has never understood why you're doing it anyway.” “Oh, we've done that one! I do this because... because... Because I just have to do it. I'm a Medic.” “Heavy still does not understand it.” Medic sighs beaten. “It’s okay, Heavy. You don’t have to understand that. Stand up.” Heavy obeys. “Doktor is no longer angry?” “No, I'm no longer angry. But what am I to do now? I have to get to these children. It does not work with these damned apples.” “Maybe Heavy can help.” “How?” “By eating it.” “…what do you mean eating?” “Heavy loves apples.” “………!” Medic feels an urge to gag. “Since when do you like apples?” “All along. But Heavy has never dared to say that to Doktor.” “Did you secretly eat apples behind my back?” “Heavy-“ “No! Don’t say it. I don’t want to know it.” “But Doktor asked.” “I know I've asked, Heavy!” “...……” “I’m sorry… Please wait here. I'm going to get a new syringe and my 3 meter stick.”

Shortly after, Medic and Heavy sneak through the town. Heavy always wanted to go for a night walk with his master. Unfortunately, he has completely different interests. “Here we are, Heavy.” Medic is standing again in front of the house, from which he had fallen into the river. “This time I'll get you, you brat.” “But Doktor-“ Medic raises his hand to silence his servant. “No, Heavy. I get the thing down there now and you take care of it disappearing once and for all, understood?” Heavy nods. Medic uses his stick to bring down the apple chain in front of the window. It's not that easy. He has to stretch a little to get at that. “Hnngh! Come… down here…finally…!” “Chain is be fastened, Doktor.” “I can see that myself, Heavy.” Suddenly the apple chain breaks and falls down, directly in Medics direction. He does not react fast enough and it lands on his head. “Aahhhh! Take it away! Take it away!” Helpless and panicked, Medic gestures with his arms in the air. Heavy takes the apple slices and starts eating them. Medic turns away in disgust. “Now, that I know of your apple fetish, there will be no more kisses on the mouth in the future.” Heavy is hurt. “So, I'm climbing up there now and doing my job. You're waiting here. And don't let anyone see you, understood?” “Da, Doktor.” Again Medic climbs up the outer facade. Now that the apples are gone, he can open the window unmolested and enter the children's room. He quietly sneaks to the bed. The syringe in the right hand, while the left hand grips the bedspread. With a jerk, he pulles it down, lifted the syringe over his head to jab out. But he freezes in his movement when he realizes that the boy is not in bed at all. “What the…?” “Take that, you stupid vampire!” “What?!” The boy suddenly stands next to him, spraying a stinking, yellow liquid in his face. Medic freezes. “What is this?” “Apple juice.” “WWAAAAAHHHHHH!!” With a header, Medic jumps out of the window into the river. Meanwhile Heavy payed his attention to a street cat, who had crossed his path. But the doctor's cry had scared her off. “Doktor!” Heavy fished his master out of the water. “So ein Mist…” Suddenly, the lights of the houses of Rottenburg go on. “Let's get out of here, Heavy!” “Da, Doktor!” Heavy loads Medic on his shoulder and as fast as he can he brings himself and his master to their house, their safe place. They lock the front door. “What do we do now?” “I don’t know, Heavy. Such a thing has never happened before.” “They'll come for us, will not they?” “Nonsense! These are villages. Cowards. They are too be afraid of doing it.” “Death to the doctor! Death to the doctor! Death to the doctor!” The ominous singing comes nearer. As Medic and Heavy look out the window, they discover the inhabitants as they approach their house with torches and pitchforks. “Doktor?” “Yes, Heavy?” “Heavy has liked to work for you.” “Thanks, Heavy. And I thank you for the fact that you don't reproach me because we will burn shortly at the stake because of me.” “Death to the doctor! Death to the doctor! Death to the doctor!” The mob stops in front of the front door, furiously wave about with the pitchforks and torches. A couple of apples fly to the house wall and windows. Medic pushes one open and stares furiously down at the crowd. “What do you want?” “You have terrorized our children the longest time!” “I terrorize your children? Your children are terrorizing the whole town! And this is your own fault because you are just too stupid to educate them properly! I am doing nothing but giving them a lesson! A good beating might not be wrong, too...” “You monster! Go back to the hell hole you came from!” “Your ungrateful bunch! Stupid heap!” “Get out of our town and release the poor creature you force to work for you!” Medic turns to Heavy. He only shrugs.

The mob gets louder. A torch is thrown at Medic. But he can avoid it. It lands in the room behind him and sets the expensive carpet on fire. “Blow out the fire before it reaches my chemicals!” Heavy grabs the carpet and whirls it through the air. “Heavy, no!!” “Sparks fly through the room and one of them land directly in the test tube with the glycerine. “Raus hier!”

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“Then there was a ‘uge explosion and the two were never seen again.” “………” “………what?” “The story was stupid. You're really not a good storyteller.” Aimeric crosses his arms. “Why?” “Because it was not about vampires. Besides, you used a lot of words that I didn’t understand. For example, fae...fish. What does that mean? There were no fairies and fish in the story.” “Aha... ahah... ah. Listen, my son. This remains our secret too, okay?” “What do I have to hear?” Aimeric freezes. “Ma~” Suddenly, Jeremy's mother is standing in the room. Her arms akimbo. A sign that she is angry. “What do you teach our son for words?” “Oh, mon petit chou-fleur! I uh… I didn't think ‘e would listen so well.” She grabs him by the ear and pulls him up. “For today you have told enough stories.” “Are you telling dad a story now?” “Yes I will. But you sleep now, honey.” “Yes, Ma~” She bends down to her son and gives him a loving kiss on his forehead. “Good night, my child.” “Good night, Ma~ Good night, dad~” “Good night, boy…”

15 years later, Badlands 1969

“Woohooohooo!” “Can you not even keep your mouth shut for once?” “Are not you excited to work as a mercenary?” “No.” “Hey, are ya really father and son?” “Yeah, the old man is really my father. Freakin' unbelievable, isn't it?” “Hahaha! Nice to meet ya. My name is Aberdeen. I'll be the bomb specialist here.” “Cool! And who are they?” “Soldier, Pyro, Sniper und Engineer.” “Sounds as if we're complete.” “No, unfortunately not yet. Two are still missing.” “And what job do they do?” “Hey! They are there! Attention!” Soldier barks. A slender and a wider, larger man enter the room. “Hello. My name is Mr. Ludwig and I am the team doctor. This is Misha, the man for the heavy weapons.” “The Doc and the fat ass, then?” Ludwig gives Jeremy an unimpressed look. “We prefer Medic and Heavy.” Jeremy freezes. Medic and Heavy...? That cannot be... Oh, what am I thinking? Then they are Medic and Heavy. As long as these two are no German or Russian. They don't exist anyway. “You have strange accents. What state are you from?” “We don't come from America. I'm German and Heavy comes from Russia.” Jeremy freezes again. Soldier groans. “Great. A Nazi and a communist.” “Wait, wait, wait! There are no Germans or Russians at all.” Medic and Heavy exchange glances. “You told me at the time that there are none!” Aimeric lights a cigarette. “You told me!” “God dammit! You went to school for 13 years! It's not my fault if you don't payed any attention in ‘istory and geography.” “Hahahaa! Did ya really believe that, lad? Do ya believe in Santa Claus?” “Well… yes.” The team laughs at the freshly baked scout. He turned to his father. “You told me nothing but lies!” “I did that because you were still a child. As you grow older, you learn automatically what is real and what fiction. It’s not my fault that my son is an airhead.” Scout growled angrily and then rushed to the Russian without warning. He jumps to his chest and takes him by the scruff of his neck. “How did you survive the explosion?” “I can ‘ardly believe you've remembered that.” “Sure I remember! The story was so lousy that I couldn’t possibly forget it! And you two! How did you survive the explosion?” “Are you don't feeling well, boy?” Medic asks worried. “Shall I give you a sedative injection?” Injection?! “Nnnnooooo!” Scout hurriedly moved away from Heavy and Medic. “Don’t touch me, you vampire! Frankenstein! I warn you. I have energy drinks with apple flavor!” “Okay” Medic answers. “But apple juice would be better. And real apples would be more healthy.” Scout presses both hands to his head. “Argh! Fuck you, Spy!” Scout rushed off. Aimeric takes relaxed a pull on his cigarette. “I ‘ave a feeling as if today is the last day my son called me father.”