#maybe go back to middle school lit class and ask them to teach you reading comprehension again

[highraccoon]

tell me you have no reading comprehension without telling me

How Baghra tells Aleksander that everyone else is dust compared to the two of them and that the grisha always die because no one is as strong as the two of them then Aleksander tells Alina that he’ll strip away all that she knows till she has nothing but him and they’re all they will need is great like damn the apple does not fall far from the tree

[tssidesfics]

Requests: Analogince where they’re human and also single dads? And they all meet because their kids fought and got called to the principals office

Virgil's POV

Upsides to being a single father to a child with ADHD: you got to raise a beautiful, special boy with a sharp mind. You got to teach him all the coping mechanisms you'd painstakingly learned over the years to cope with his condition and watch as he lit up over the things that brought him joy. You got to watch as he zipped from topic to topic, brighter than the sun, mind racing at a million miles an hour. You got to be the first person to hear about his beautifully creative ideas. You got to have a reason for living, all yours and wonderful, that you didn't have to share with anyone else.

Downsides to being a single father to a child with ADHD: you had no one else to pass the buck to when he got in trouble at school.

"It'll be fine," I chanted to myself for the billionth time as I turned off the ignition and unbuckled myself, gripping the steering wheel and forcing deep, measured breaths. "It'll be fine. He probably won't get expelled for this. This is his first fight and you don't even know why he got into a fight. You didn't raise a bully, so he was probably defending himself or another kid." Terror clasped me around the throat and squeezed. "But what if you did raise a bully and you didn't realize it, and now you've sentenced your son to a life of crime trying to make up for the hole in his heart where his father should have loved him oh God I broke my son!"

Immediately, my therapist's voice spoke up in my mind. You're catastrophizing again, he said in that obnoxiously aware, gentle way of his. Calm down. Take it one step at a time.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, focusing on the feeling of my stomach and then my chest expanding with air. I let it out through pursed lips, a quiet whistle in the exhale.

I'd played through scenarios like this a million times in my mind. The second Cassie told me, five months pregnant with tears streaming down her cheeks, that she didn't want the baby, I'd prepared myself for any possibility. I'd created contingency plans and contingency plans for my contingency plans, because I knew how much harsher the world would be on him. With a grandparent, his biological mother, and me all with ADHD, there hadn't been any doubt Drew would get it, too, and I'd prepared for that. I'd prepared for the possibility that poor grades and emotional dysregulation would put him on the back foot and even get him expelled. I'd taught him all the coping mechanisms I could. I'd tried to show him as much love and patience as I could muster, and I'd show him the same now. We'd get through this. We would make it through this.

I nodded, resolute, even as doubt and worry niggled at the back of my mind. I'd raised Drew alone, without any support from my parents or Cassie, working a call center job that barely paid enough to live off of. I'd demanded a child psychiatrist the second Drew started displaying symptoms and beat the system for the help he deserved. I'd beat the system for the help I deserved. I was a badass. I was a badass.

I got out of the car.

The two people at the front desk--a woman with strawberry blonde hair and a baby-faced guy--looked over, presumably torn from their conversation, when I walked through the door. The woman swiveled her chair to face me with a friendly smile. "Hello there," she said. "How may I help you?"

I forced myself to look her in the eyes and strained through a smile. If you act like a weirdo, it'll just make things worse for Drew. "Hey," I said. "I'm, uh...Drew Griffith's father. You called me and--"

"Oh!" She gestured to the side, at a door that read: PRINCIPAL MOROZOV. "He's in there."

I looked over and gulped, staring in fear at the door. "Say, uh..." I smiled at the woman as politely as I could. "You wouldn't happen to know the correct social etiquette for talking to the principal after your son gets into a fight at school, would you?"

She gave me a funny look. "Huh?"

"Never mind." I hung my head in defeat and commenced the walk of dread to the front door of the office. The wall facing me was all glass, which meant I could see inside. Two adults, one natural-haired in a polo shirt with his arm around one of the kids in the chair beside him and the other behind a desk, looking stern. I couldn't see the other two kids or any other adults.

And then Principal Morozov spotted me through the glass and shit, I was out of time.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. "Sorry it took me so long," I said, hoping that was the right thing to say. "It was hard getting off work."

"It's all right," Principal Morozov said. "We haven't even reached Mr. Accardo yet."

"Hey, Dad," came the halfhearted voice of Drew, hidden behind a chair too big for him, especially when he slumped in it like that.

I peered over the top and smiled at him softly. "What the heck, kid?" I asked.

"He called Patton a freak." Drew pointed at the kid in the middle, with a busted nose and--oh God.

He had scattered burn marks across the right side of his face, with two differently-colored eyes and a scowl.

"So of course you had to beat me up," the kid sneers. "Because that's a perfectly rational, healthy thing to do."

The third kid--Patton, I presumed--bounced in his seat, humming in distress. His father, a man wearing glasses and a polo shirt with a tie, rubbed his back.

"I don't see why my son has to be here," the other father said, looking at Principal Morozov. "He didn't do anything."

“Patton sits alone at lunch time and doesn’t have any friends,” the principal said. “We think if he tried to get along with his peers better, he’d have a happier time here.”

“Or, you know, you could make an effort to teach your students not to bully kids who are different from them,” I grumbled.

“What was that, Mr. Griffiths?”

I hesitated, glancing up at Principal Morozov, then back at Drew. On one hand, I wanted to lead by example: teach Drew that it was okay to stand up to authority for what he believed. On the other, sometimes, you had to pay lip-service to authority just to stay out of trouble. It was a lesson no child had the mental capacities to understand, but I supposed I’d have to do my best to teach him, because if I gave Principal Morozov cheek, he might expel Drew.

“Nothing, sir,” I said, feeling like a child cowering beneath the glare of my teachers again. I prepared to search for the bullshit in the story I was about to get fed and asked, “What happens now?”

"I'd prefer to wait for Mr. Accardo," the principal said.

"Roman teaches at a high school," the bully grumbled, slouched over with a glare fixated on the desk. "He's probably in the middle of class."

"Then you're going to have to stay after school to address this," Principal Morozov told him sternly.

"Whatever."

I had a very bad feeling about that kid. The scars on his face told a frightening story. He could just as easily be bullied for those as Drew got bullied for his ADHD and Patton for being a loner, which probably meant he turned that abuse outward and attacked others for their perceived differences in a never-ending cycle of abuse.

What? I could be bad at people and have a special interest in human psychology. Those two things were not mutually exclusive.

Suddenly, the door banged open. I jumped out of my skin, clamping a hand over my chest and struggling to breathe levelly, eyes crushed shut and body frozen. Then I heard the babbling.

"I'm sorry!" The principal's door opened. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. The kids were in the middle of rehearsal and--Janus, what happened? I'm so sorry, Mr. Morozov." A frazzled man with warm skin rushed inside and sat down next to the bully--Janus--hastily hugging him and turning his attention to the principal.

I frowned at the scene. I withheld judgment and looked at Principal Morozov as he said, "All right. Now that you're all here, there are going to be some serious consequences to what happened today."

********

"I can't believe you let him give me detention!" Drew whined. "Janus deserved to get punched!"

"And you deserve to die abandoned and unloved in a ditch, steeping in your own feces," Janus snapped.

"Janus," his father, Roman, said firmly, kneeling down and taking him by the shoulders. Janus tried to turn away from him, but Roman lightly shook him and made him meet his eyes. He softened. "I know how much you're hurting, but a hero never redirects his pain onto others. There are other ways."

"What if I don't want to be a hero?" Janus snapped. "What if I want to be the bad guy?"

"I don't believe that," Roman said gently, adjusting his bangs. "I don't think you do, either."

Janus turned from him sharply, crossing his arms and glaring at the asphalt. He sniffled.

Drew glanced up at me in confusion and I rubbed his back. "Sometimes," I said gently, "when people are hurting, they deal with that by hurting other people."

"That's stupid," Drew said with the blunt confidence of a ten-year-old.

"Maybe a little," I agreed, "but humans aren't always logical." Drew wrinkled his nose. "I know. It's so annoying, but it's true. You're not always logical, either. Remember when you burst out crying because your pencil broke?"

"Dad!" Drew turned bright red.

Roman chuckled. "So." He stood up and crossed his arms. "You're the little rascal who dared challenge Janus to a duel for--Patton, right?" He looked at Mr. Davis--or Logan, as he'd introduced himself--who nodded. "You're the rascal who challenged Janus to a duel for Patton's honor," Roman finished.

"He was being an asshole," Drew protested.

"I'd say it's not my fault he uses that language," I said through a wince, "but it's definitely my fault he uses that language."

"I'm the same way with Janus, don't worry." Roman chuckled--a low, rumbly sound. He turned back to Drew. "You're got a paladin's heart and a temper. I was a lot like you when I was a kid."

Drew snorted. "You think you're cute, don't you?"

"He's always like this," Janus said, shoving in front of Roman. "He thinks it's so inspiring to talk about heroes all the time, like fairy tales are the best thing ever."

"That's gotta be annoying," Drew said, wrinkling his nose.

"It is." Janus stopped and scowled. "Don't relate to me!"

"Ew! You're a jerk! Get away from me!"

I exchanged a fond, exasperated look with Roman, who chuckled and squeezed Janus' shoulder. "Hey," he said, "maybe, if you apologized, you could have a friend."

"I don't want to apologize."

"So you'd rather another kid think you're a horrible person!"

Janus hesitated a moment before straightened his back. "Yes."

"I don't believe that."

I glanced over at Logan and saw that he was busy talking to Patton, kneeling on the ground and smoothing his hands over his shoulders in measured strokes. It seemed to soothe Patton. I looked at Drew.

"You know how it sometimes hurts you when you think about your Aunt Cassie?" I said softly, pulling him into my side as the shadow washed over his face.

"He called Patton a freak, Dad," Drew argued. "He's not even really my friend, but he's not a freak. He's just...different. Like me."

"I know, kiddo," I said, squeezing him against my side. "You don't have to give him a chance. He hasn't asked forgiveness, and you wouldn't owe him one even if you did. I just know you don't like to see people struggling alone."

Drew hesitated.

I looked over at Logan. "How's Patton?"

Logan glanced back at me, then looked at Patton. "Do you want to answer?"

Patton hesitated.

"It's okay," I said, not looking at his face. Patton hadn't made eye contact with a single person, including his father, since I'd met him. He clearly had more trouble with it than I did, and I wasn't always a huge fan. "I'm autistic, too."

Patton immediately perked up. "Really?"

"Yeah." I smiled, looking over the top of his head. I looked at Drew. "Can I tell him about you?"

"I'm ADHD," Drew told him, turning to him. "I got diagnosed last year."

"Oh cool!" Patton flapped his hands at his sides and bounced eagerly. "I don't, I don't think, because I'm actually pretty good at focusing most of the time and I have a really good memory, but Dad says autism and ADHD are really close together. It's really nice to meet someone else! I don't have many friends."

"Well, I guess you have me," Drew said. "I didn't get in trouble defending you for nothing."

Patton squealed and continued stimming enthusiastically. Drew offered a hug, which Patton considered for a long moment before accepting.

Logan smiled softly at the exchange and looked over to me. "You've raised a very kind son."

"More than half of it is all him," I said. "I do the best I can, but...I'm just one person. He's probably gonna hate me once he's a teenager."

"Nuh-uh!" Drew objected, charging over to embrace me around the middle. I smiled and hugged him close, squeezing him as tight as was safe. He grunted.

I caught Janus staring at us. I couldn't read his expression. He was glaring, but I had a feeling it wasn't anger. But clearly, Roman did understand it, because he knelt down and hugged him close, even when he tried to push him away. He just held fast. I thought for sure Janus would react badly--he hadn't wanted to be held, what was wrong with Roman?--but then he slowly relaxed and leaned against him. I still couldn't read him very well, but that...didn't look particularly resigned.

"You know," Roman said, pulling back after a long while, "I bet Drew and Patton would be willing to forgive you if you really, really earnestly apologized."

Janus shoved away from him, crossing his arms and glaring at the ground. "I don't want to apologize."

Roman sighed heavily, and Drew whirled on him. "You're such a freaking jerk!" he screamed. "What's wrong with you? Why do you have to be a jerk to everyone? I tried to be your friend and you just spit on me!"

"I don't want your pity!"

"It wasn't pity!"

"It's always pity!" Janus screeched. "You think I don't know what these scars make me? You think I don't know I'm a freak? If the fire didn't teach me that, then my parents sure did! I'm nothing! The only reason anyone would be nice to me is pity and I don't want anyone's pity! I just want to be left alone!"

Janus turned and ran. Roman chased after him frantically, never sparing Logan or I a glance.

Drew and Patton stood stunned. Drew looked at Patton, who stared at his forehead. "Well..." he said. "What the heck am I supposed to do now?"

Patton ran in the direction of Janus.

At that point, about the only thing for Drew and I to do was chase after his new friend, hot on the heels of his father.

We found Patton with his backpack unzipped, standing beside Janus' car door, already buckled in with Roman partway into the driver's seat, holding out a picture of a flower.

"It's ivy," Patton said. "It means friendship."

Janus stared at him through the window, unmoving. Patton, to my shock, held his gaze for one, two moments and then averted his eyes. Logan hurried over to hold him, clearly expecting Janus to reject him again.

Janus opened the car door. "Why would you want to be my friend?"

"He didn't say he wanted to be your friend," Drew sneered. "He just said it meant friendship, dummy."

"Drew," I chided softly, and he recoiled into my side.

"Because it's nice to know I'm not the only one who can't make any friends," Patton said. "I like having other friends who are special."

"I'm not special," Janus snapped.

"Dad says that being different is always special, because different people have discovered some of the coolest, prettiest things ever."

"It's true," Logan said. "Albert Einstein, Hans Christian Anderson, and Michelangelo. were all autistic."

"See?" Patton bounced and beamed at Janus. "So maybe we can all be different and special together and do really cool things one day! Like the three Musketeers."

Janus considered strongly. "I'm Athos."

"You can be whoever you want to be!" Patton said earnestly. "Then we can all have lots of musketcheer."

Drew, Roman and I choked on a laugh. Logan shook his head fondly. "He watches one sitcom that likes puns and he suddenly won't stop," he said.

Even Janus cracked a small smile. He accepted the paper. "Fine," he said. "We can have musketcheer."

Drew pouted. "Does this mean I'm your friend now?"

"Yes," Patton said firmly, looking at him.

Drew jumped, looking fearfully at Patton, who somehow managed to look intimidating while also avoiding eye contact. He looked up at me. "What have I done?" he asked.

"Made friends." I rubbed his back. I looked around. "We should probably get all these guys home. They've had a long day, and school will be letting out soon."

"I guess now that all our kids are friends, I'll be seeing more of you," Roman said to both Logan and me.

Logan hummed. "I presume so. Patton does not own a phone of his own. I can give you my number if your children wish to contact him?"

"I hate to say it, but you should probably get him his own phone," I said. "It's dangerous not to have one. If I ever lost sight of Drew...I'd rather he have a phone."

Logan considered this. "I suppose you have a point. Nevertheless, for the moment, you'll have to go through me to reach Patton."

"Don't have to ask me twice. Here." Roman accepted Logan's phone and typed in Janus' number, then passing it to Drew, who stared at it for a moment.

I recited his number to him and he punched it in. "Don't worry, kid," I said. "One day, you're going to have to tell so many doctors your number that it's going to be emblazoned on your brain."

After all numbers had been exchanged, I shook Logan's and Roman's hands goodbye and let Patton and Drew embrace again. Janus stayed stubbornly in his seat, refusing any sort of affection, which kind of concerned me, but then Roman whispered, "This is the most receptive he's been since I started fostering him."

I nodded and smiled, leading Drew back toward the car. He looked at me. "I guess I have friends now."

I glanced back toward Roman's car as it drove away and caught Logan's eye as he loaded into his own. He smiled at me.

"Yeah," I said. "I think I might have, too."

[kaashiboo]

ahah heeeey!!!!! can i request kenma, akaashi and sugawara as best friends with gender neutral reader?

thank you for your hard work i really enjoy reading your headcannons (灬º‿º灬)♡

haikyuu boys as your best friend

┇ kenma, akaashi, and suga

gn!reader

【warnings: none】

➢ general note: ohoho this is a very long one so buckle up!

✎ a/n: aaww this is request is cute! thank you for appreciating my work and i'm so glad you enjoy reading them! take care of yourself!<3

kenma

you've been friends with kenma and kuroo ever since you were a child but you're more close with kenma due to his chill personality.

but that doesn't mean that you're less chaotic

kenma honestly questions himself as to why he's best friends with you

but you're a bit more tolerable than kuroo he guesses.

"say, if i hypothetically and accidentally broke your swi— kenma, you're gonna kill me with your stare." you laugh nervously.

"give it to me." you removed your hand behind your back and gave him his switch with a pout.

"are you mad at me?" you asked, rubbing your nape. awkwardly.

kenma sighed loudly, "yeah."

"oh" your shoulders dropped.

"but it's fine since i already bought a new one. i'm mad because i was planning to give you this one but i guess we have to make someone check it out if it's still repairable." he replied and your eyes lit up in excitement.

"really?"

"yeah."

"but i don't have the money for it."

"we'll make kuroo pay." he shrugged and you tilted your head in confusion.

"eh? do you really think he would agree to that?"

"i don't know. maybe. just do all his work or compliment him everyday, that might work."

"are you two planning on how to murder me?" kuroo appears out of nowhere, ruffling kenma's and your hair.

"yes." the setter and you answered in unison.

people also wonder how you can keep up with kenma but you're honestly one of the people that can see through him and could tell whether something is bothering him.

and he never hesitated to show you what he really feels. if he's mad then you'd let him vent and let out all his frustrations.

and there were times as well where he just wanted to be away from anyone so you gave him space.

but because he finds you tolerable, he begged you to not distance yourself from him.

now, in terms of YOU being sad, we all know he's not the greatest when it comes to comforting people but he would always find a way to cheer you up like offering you to play games with him.

he would even let you do the interior design of his house in minecraft as long as he can see you're enjoying.

just like what others do, he would typically protect you from mobs while you pick up flowers.

but most of the time, you would have a competition on which person could kill as many mobs as they can.

you also would do stupid challenges that you see on youtube.

and late night walks with him are the best since you never had to worry about bothering him when he rarely sleeps early.

let me rephrase that real quick, it's mostly you walking around while kenma sits on a bench,,, still playing.

but he would occasionally look for you to make sure you weren't lost or kidnapped.

you would eventually get tired so you just... lay on the grass and roll around.

kenma puts down his switch, "what are you doing, y/n?"

"i'm bored. you're not even paying attention." you whispered the last part but he still caught it.

"alright, sorry. stand up now. let's go to the convenience store and crash at kuroo's house." he offered and you immediately agreed.

because the two of you never failed to be in the same class every year, your classmates would be confused since you two would verbally fight and give each other a silent treatment and then one second later, you would give him food and he tries to help you beat the level you're currently on with the game you're playing.

and in the timeskip, the three of you have stable jobs like, rich rich rich very rich.

"at this point, we can be your sugar daddies." kuroo jokes but you paid no attention to him as you were still busy processing with what kenma gave you as a present.

literally everything you need for streaming— heck, you're not even sure if you would use all of them.

but kenma still wanted to drag you along with him to do things that he loves

not that you'd complain about it anyway.

"you're helping me set everything up." you finally recovered from your state of shock and pulled kenma up from your couch.

akaashi

and the best 'best friend' award goes to akaashi keiji!

look, just because he's a laid-back person, doesn't mean he's unaware of how to push your buttons.

he would subtly annoy you. so subtle that not everyone could notice that you wanted to murder him on the spot.

"akaashi keiji, i will seriously ki—"

"it's settled then! y/n, please come to my office now." the teacher spoke, making you groan in frustration before standing up but you made sure to purposely step on his foot and he silently winced in pain.

the chat with the teacher didn't take long and when you exited the office, you saw your best friend standing outside, waiting for you with a barely noticeable smirk.

yeah, we might have to take back his award.

you rolled your eyes and walked past him but he grabbed your bag and pulled you back.

"sorry, do i know you?" you scoffed.

"look, i'm sorry. i already told you that you shouldn't sleep in class." he reminded, implying that him dragging you into doing something was a sort of consequence from sleeping in class.

"i know! but you decided to be annoying again and volunteered that i would help with some activity." you complained. he still hasn't let go of your bag but you continued walking which may or may not made it look like you were his pet.

akaashi knows you're not actually mad at him and so he didn't have to bother to apologize again.

"if it makes you feel better, i volunteered first before you. at least we're now both busy."

you didn't respond and continued walking, "where are you going?" he asks.

"home."

"no."

"no?"

"i have practice," he said.

"what does that have to do with me?!" you wailed.

"nothing." you facepalmed and let him pull you to the gym.

the first time you met was during middle school. you were crying because you lost a competition and unfortunately for you, akaashi was the one who won.

he tried comforting you but you pushed him away.

akaashi was persistent though. he didn't want you to stay mad at him and so he bothered you everyday until you finally started to warm up to him.

you sighed for the ninth time. deciding to make a paper plane and throw it to akaashi's way.

it fortunately hit his forehead and he 'tsk-ed' at your action but he continued reading the book anyway.

you reached for the plane, crumpling it until it's round.

"i thought you were gonna teach me?" you question and threw the paper at him, again but lucky for him, he caught it.

he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "how am i supposed to teach you if you keep throwing things at me?"

you see, you're smart but there are certain subjects that you really hate and you coincidentally got sick during a discussion and now you and akaashi are currently studying in the library.

he knows he could have just lent you his notes and you can just take a photo of it but he wouldn't let you do that because his reasoning was, "you'll learn better if you write it down." you've complained to him about it many times and he'll eventually get tired and not give you anything so now you've learned your lesson,

don't annoy keiji.

but sometimes, he's kind enough to cover for you when you're asleep during class and would lie to the teachers by saying you're sick.

which rarely happens since he doesn't always tolerate you so being friends with him feels like having a parent watch you all the time.

"maybe if i befriended konoha then i'm already done with this." you huffed.

"he doesn't have the patience to deal with you, y/n." you let out an offended gasp before throwing your pencil case at him.

honestly speaking, the two of you get along really well. you're more talkative and he tends to listen to your rants a lot.

and of course, he would also share to you how his day went and how he found a new way to get bokuto out of his emo mode.

hanging out with him outside of school can be chaotic at times.

especially if you decide to go to the arcade because expect him to tease you a lot when you couldn't get the prize you wanted.

he would help you though:)

and since you two are a popular duo, you would often get a lot of confessions from boys and akaashi would ramble about how it's a waste of time and that you should focus on your studies.

but he would also reassure you that he'll support you no matter what decision you make.

in conclusion, he's a bit confusing and indecisive but he just wants the best for you but then he would also start thinking that he's being controlling of your own life.

akaashi also can't keep his cool sometimes,

"i can't believe they cheated on me." you hugged your legs closer to your chest as you sob.

his practice was already over but he insisted that the two of you stay at the gym so that you could talk to him about your problems.

"they’re an asshole, y/n." he replied.

usually, he would rub circles on your back when you're crying but this time, he stayed still on his seat so you glanced at him and frowned.

"you weren't even paying attention," you said.

"i was," he stopped typing on his phone to look at you.

"i was just searching up ways how to murder someone without getting caught." he joked and you chuckled.

"just kidding. i was ordering your favorite food. now stand up and wipe your tears. don't let that asshole see you vulnerable. show him that you don't even need him in the first place because you don't need anyone, 'kay?" he pulled you up and nodded at his advice.

"except for me, of course. how else would you be alive if it weren't for me?"

"i have my own parents." you rolled your eyes playfully.

"they don't love you— they prefer me." he teased once again. earning a punch from you.

suga

aDMIT IT, SUGA IS SO FUN TO BE WITH.

like sureeee he would help you most of the time

but he's also the same person that would get you in trouble.

"vice principal, i am so sorry! i didn't mean to knock off your wig! please don't suspend me—"

"it's fine, l/n. just go and don't tell anyone." the old man sighed.

you bowed and left, running to where suga was standing.

you saw your friend biting his lower lip to stifle a laugh.

you glared at him but you couldn't help but to cackle at what happened and now you two are being noisy in the hallway that made others look at you weirdly.

"i told you, he's bald!" he exclaimed and your laugh couldn't get any louder until you start coughing from the lack of oxygen.

"oH MY GOD— DON'T DIE ON ME Y/N," he said dramatically before offering you a bottle of water.

"you're so dramatic, please shut up." you rolled your eyes after drinking.

you and suga have been arguing for a week about how he witnessed himself how the vice principal's wig flew off and it was too good to be true so you didn't believe him.

not until your beloved best friend pushed you to the vp's direction accidentally.

you were taller than the old man so when you bumped into him, you wanted to grab onto something for support but instead, you knocked off his hairpiece.

and suga ran away instead of helping you.

we love a supportive friend.

"well at least he was kind enough to not give you a punishment." suga shrugged and you just nodded your head in agreement.

when you transferred to karasuno during second year, you luckily met suga when you asked for directions.

you two were in the same class so he accompanied you the whole day.

he was very talkative and you loved hearing him talk about volleyball.

at first, you admired him for how approachable and kind he is

but now you just want to kick him.

"i said he wasn't my crush!" you convinced him but suga ony hummed in response.

"but you were staring at him with heart eyes." he quirked a brow.

"i wasn't!"

"you were!"

"i wasn't!"

"you we—"

"suga and y/n, that's enough." daichi sighed. pushing the two of you apart from each other.

"daichi! your vice captain is being annoying again."

"daichi, did you know that y/n has a crush on y—" his words were cut off when you covered his mouth with your hand and he had no choice but to bite your palm and you backed away in disgust.

"i don't like you anymore." you huffed and he just ruffled your hair.

"ah really now?" he smiled but you knew that behind that smile was an evil intention.

"nevermind." you muttered. not trusting your own friend.

oh and your parents adore suga.

like, they know you have other friends as well but suga is the only person they trust to be with you all the time.

and honestly, you agree with them. no words or numbers could describe how much you trust the setter.

despite his naughty and chaotic attitude, he always takes care of you.

kind of like akaashi but he's a bit more loose.

he's very good at giving you advice.

he's also the type of friend that sulks when you miss a game.

like, he would literally ignore you.

and now you're struggling how to make him forgive you.

"kōshi, enough. you've been ignoring me for a week! it was just one game, come on." you persuaded, poking his side but he didn't budge and continued writing down notes.

"i'm sorry for missing your game. i swear, it was an accident! i would never miss your next match again!"

he shifted in his seat and your eyes were filled with hope.

he looks at you with a slight hint of disappointment, "even if i'm not a regular anymore?" the question caught you off guard.

"what do you mean?" he remained quiet and you took that as a sign that he didn't wanna talk and so you impatiently waited for classes to be over.

as soon as you were dismissed, you pulled him out of the classroom to take him to your favorite spot just near the gym.

"i don't like how you're doubting my ability to support you. it doesn't matter what you do— heck, you could even commit a crime and i might bail you out of jail." you uttered. finally breaking the silence that engulfed the two of you the past few minutes.

you struggle with expressing how you feel sometimes and being able to decipher your analogies is one of suga's skills.

"your comforting skill is top tier." he replied.

you know how he would playfully hit his teammates? he'd do the same to you but he would only give you head pats, not wanting to hurt you physically.

and you unexpectedly just learned how to love it.

it somehow inspires you to work harder since he only gives you head pats when you achieve something and it's his way of congratulating you!

he also likes to drag you along with him. he wants to watch a movie? he would buy an extra ticket just for you!

but sometimes, he would whine about being broke when he's with you🤡

would also be ready to make a presentation as to why you are his platonic soulmate.

please just agree with him so he won't be sad</3

last but not the least, gossiping.

literally, the two of you will not call it a day if you haven't talked about any issues at all.

so even if you were sleepy, he would call or text you in the middle of the night and be like, 'tea time?'

aaahh imagine how shock i was when i saw that this was about 2k words overall AHAHA. i know that akaashi's part seems a bit off but honestly i just imagine him being a bit mischevious and more open to people he's genuinely close with so yeah! i had so much fun writing but i feel bad becaue it was so long- anyway, thank you for reading!<3

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A/N: This part is pretty short, but the next one’s will be longer :) 

- You muffle a yawn as you make your way to the great hall, your red and gold tie eschew

- You haven’t been worried with who to sit with at meals for a while- you’re pretty much past that age

- In fact you enjoy eating alone quite often

- Maybe you can sit with Fred and George

- “-and I’m saying it was a bad call!” A boy shouts at the middle of the table

- “And we’re saying the other guy knocked him off his broom!” The twins yell in unison, Fred’s fist banging on the table and sending porridge flying everywhere

- Or maybe you’ll sit somewhere else

- Your eyes linger on the boy sitting across from them, he’s got dark skin and hair in dreadlocks

- That must be Lee Jordan, the third part of their friend group

- You shrug, well it’s not like you could monopolize al their time

- People have other friends, besides they just met you, they might just be interested because you’re something new to look at

- No point in getting your hopes up

- You take a seat near the end of the table, across from a boy with his nose buried in a book

- You grab a piece of toast, looking at your meal companion

- You can’t make out much, most of them is hidden behind that massive book

- Their hands are large and white, with several scars and burns littered all over them

- They look super into that book. You peer a little closer wondering what it is-

- “Oh fantastic beasts and where to find them, that’s cool.”

- Oops you said that our loud

- Well hopefully your meal mate doesn’t notice since they seem so engrossed in their book

- To your utter embarrassment they do hear you, lowering the book to look at you

- Revealing a rather rugged jaw, and freckles splattered across his nose that spill onto his face.

- Flaming red hair hangs loosely down to his jaw

- A pair of bright blue eyes widen in shock, a pink tinge blooming across his face

- “O-oh so sorry, I didn’t notice you there-“

- “N-no I’m sorry for interrupting your reading!”

- Your both bow in apology, completely flustered for disturbing the other

- Silence fills the air as your collective apologies begin to die down

- Well this is awkward

- “So-um, you like Newt Scamander?” The boy finally says, fidgeting awkwardly across from you

- But he starts to feel a little more comfortable when he sees the excited smile on your face

- It’s like you’ve got stars in your eyes

- “Like him? I think that’s who I want to be when I grow up!” You admit

- “That quote about working in an office being his biggest fear-“ the boy in front of you starts

- “Absolutely iconic” you finish

- The two of you hit it off after that, recounting your favorite of Newt’s adventures

- “When he met that Kelpie-“ you start

- “Oh don’t get me started on the kelpie, what I wouldn’t have given to see it” The boy finishes, and then as if he’s remembered something awfully embarrassing he flushes pink again

- He sticks his hand out across the table

- “I’m Charlie by the way, well Charles technically, but everyone calls me Charlie.”

- You grin, grasping his hand and offering a firm shake

- “Nice to meet you Charlie, I’m (Y/N)”

- You don’t think to mention your last name, not when your mind is preoccupied with magical creatures

- You mean, they’re just like dogs or cats right? Only bigger. 

- You’ve never met an animal you don’t like. 

- “I guess there aren’t any Kelpie here on the school grounds” you say

- “Hmm I wouldn’t know the lake is pretty old, I know there’s mermaids in it but I don’t know if you would be-“

- And then seeing the star struck look in your eyes he laughs

- “Is taking care of magical creatures something that might interest you?” He asks, his voice a little lower

- Though the dazzled expression you make is really enough answer

- “Why are you apart of some secret society or something?” You whisper a grin arching onto your mouth

- You can already picture it - 

- Sneaking out at midnight from the forms, hands clutching onto oil lit lamps as you wander off into the dark forest

- Charlie’s laugh breaks the illusion

- “I’m afraid it’s not something so scandalous-“

- Alright, going off in broad daylight into the dark forest to befriend some animals

- You can work with that

- It’s probably for the best, you need as much rest you can get.

- Charlie grins when he see’s your expression has not dimmed in the slightest

- “ it’s really something of a club, we take care of some of the creatures out in the forest for Hagrid - that’s the groundskeeper if you don’t know you er, you are a first year right?”

- You nod, but you’re not about to tell him you know all about Hagrid and his fondness for creatures

- “He’s got a dog right? Fang?”

- Charlie grins, you’ve only just arrived but you know all about the groundskeepers friendly dog

- “I think you’re going to fit in just fine with our group (Y/N)”

- Charlie tells you to meet him at the clocktower after you’re done with your classes and he’ll introduce you to Hagrid and some of the other club members if they’re around.

- “Ah if you like I can show you the way to your class too if you need it, I know it can be pretty overwhelming at first”

- You’re about to take him up on it too, because you got lost five times last night just looking for the bathroom 

- And then the way back from the bathroom to the dorms.

- When you’re interrupted by your favorite pair of doppelgängers

- “Oi Charlie are you trying to poach our new protégé?” Fred starts

- “Because if you are we won’t spare you any mercy just because you’re family” George finshes

- Family?

- Oh

- OHHHHH

- This is THE Charlie Weasley

- Honestly you should have figured that out with the red hair and freckles

- You silently compare Charlie to his brothers while they’re arguing

- “Protege? What were you going to teach them? How to pull pranks and torment Snape?”

- “That’s exactly what we’re planning on teaching them” They reply in unison

- It’s probably the build, Charlie’s pretty stocky, with a muscular neck and wide jaw.

- The twins on the other hand seem a bit more dainty, tall and lanky with chiseled faces

- “C’mon (Y/N), let’s go, we’ll show you where your classes are” One starts

- “Plus we have a friend we want to introduce you to” The other finishes with a mischievous grin

- Before you can really process what’s going on there’s a pair of hands on your shoulders pushing you forward, and a hand hand pulling you out of the hall

- “I’ll see you after school!” You call out as Fred and George pull you out of the great hall

- “Well took you two long enough”

- It’s Lee Jordan

- “Lee, meet our newest recruit” Fred starts

- “The famous (Y/N) (L/N), they’re already giving the professors trouble aren’t you?” George says with a nudge

- “Oh um, yeah I guess. Snape seemed pretty upset last night.”

- Man it’s going to be rough when you have to go to his house.

- But not any tougher than standing in the hallway while Lee Jordan appraises you with a critical gaze

- Oh geez, is this like joining a fraternity where you have to go through a hazing period?

- Lee looks at you sternly for a second before his face breaks into a smile

- “Only teasing, glad to have you (Y/N)” he says with a clap on your shoulder

- And that’s how you became best friends with Fred, George and Lee

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Eyes are the Windows to the Soul(mates) - Chapter 3

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Once again, huge thanks to @strongindependentcheesecake​ for beta reading

This work is complete, and new chapters will be added everyday until completion:

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 (FINAL)

Summary: The lucky few who have a soulmate are born with heterochromia, with their left eye being the color of their soulmate’s eyes and their right eye being their own color. Not only was Virgil one of the lucky few to have a soulmate, but he was given four. His left eye changed colors every time he blinked, rotating between his four soulmates’ eye colors. His rotating eye colors caused him to be a bit of an outcast growing up, but when he finally leaves for college, things start to fall into place. This is the journey of five strangers finding each other.

Pairings: DLAMP with background Remile

Warnings: None I believe

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The rest of the summer Virgil kept up with Patton and Logan in a group chat Patton made. Patton would regularly send Virgil selfies of him and Logan together. And while Virgil was always filled with a warm happiness upon seeing them together, he couldn't ignore the bitter pang of loneliness.

As the start of their junior year drew nearer, Logan went back to his apartment. With the three of them all in separate locations, they would have regular skype calls that would usually last hours longer than planned (they'd only end once Logan was insistent they go to bed).

Logan sighed after he hung up the skype call. Virgil and Patton were comfortably back in their dorm and were cuddling on one of their beds as they talked with him. Logan didn't mind watching them show affection for each other (he actually enjoyed it, though he'd never admit it out loud), but he was starting to feel the bitter truths of the isolation he built for himself. He hadn't bothered to try and make any friends during his time at college. He told himself he wanted to focus on studies. He was okay, better even, on his own. But then he ran into Patton and Virgil, and he felt more alone than ever.

He got up from his desk and went to the kitchen to refill his water bottle before heading to bed.

'Hiya, Logan," his roommate Emile said from the couch. "How are Patton and Virgil?"

"They're doing well."

Emile was studying to be a therapist at the same university and had answered Logan's roommate ad. Logan had started off rather distant, engaging in small talk but never bothering to try and get to know him. It wasn't that Emile wasn't a good roommate - he was as good a roommate you could ask for. Always paid his share of rent on time, never made a huge mess, did his share of chores - but Logan just always claimed to be too busy to let himself get "distracted." But since Logan met Patton and Virgil, he decided to make more of an effort to get to know Emile, much to Emile's delight.

"What are you watching?" Logan asked as he glanced towards the TV.

Emile's dual-colored eyes lit up. That was a big reason Logan chose him as a roommate. He also was one of the few with a soulmate. "Steven Universe. Have you heard of it? It's about this kid named Steven-"

Logan listened as he waited for his water bottle to fill up. He had heard of Steven Universe, though he never bothered to look at it before. Patton had talked about it, saying he wanted the three of them to watch it together sometime. Maybe he should try and introduce Patton to Emile. The two would probably get along well-

"Logan?" Emile asked, snapping Logan from his thoughts.

"Sorry," Logan said as he twisted the cap back onto his water bottle. "I just got lost in thought.

Emile gave him a soft smile as Logan started to head back towards his bedroom. "You miss them?"

Logan paused. Well, of course he missed them a bit. They were soulmates. But in actuality, did he miss them that much? To the point of it hurting? To the point of it affecting his mood? When he was with them, they never got past hand holding, never said anything "lovey-dovey" past sending the occasional heart emoji. And even that was sometimes overwhelming. Was he ready to admit how much he actually liked them?

Logan shook his head. "Goodnight, Emile."

"Goodnight, Logan."

After quickly getting ready, Logan got into bed. He turned over to switch off his bedside lamp, ignoring the buzz of his text alert.

*

Logan woke up to good morning texts from Patton and Virgil. He responded with "Good morning." before pushing himself up to get coffee and prepare for school.

His day went on as normal, which he appreciated. On his way to his first afternoon class, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket but he ignored it. He could always read the text when class was over.

He sat down in the front row and pulled out his laptop. He tried to ignore the growing volume of people coming in and sitting around him.

Class went as it usually did, Logan asking too many questions to where the professor got annoyed and his classmates rolled their eyes. The teachers especially didn't like it when they didn't have answers.

Logan couldn't help he was smarter than them.

Class ended before Logan could ask his last question. He huffed in annoyance and started to pack his bag when his pen rolled off his desk. Before he could reach down for it, someone else had already grabbed it for him.

"You really gave the teach a run for her money, huh?" the stranger teased as he handed Logan his pen.

Logan vaguely recognized the stranger. He was the guy who was always on the posters all around campus for the theatre productions.

"Thank you," Logan said. He looked at the stranger's face and froze. His right eye was a deep brown and his left was a light green.

He couldn't be, could he? There was the possibility that the man in front of him only had one soulmate who's eyes also happened to be green or-

The man blinked and his left eye turned from Patton's green to Virgil's gray.

He was Logan's soulmate.

Logan watched as his soulmate's eyes widened and a large smile graced his face.

"Roman," he said in a breathless voice.

"Logan."

Dear God, why now? He was still trying to figure out his feelings towards Patton and Virgil, and now the universe wanted to introduce him to another?

"This is amazing!" Roman exclaimed as Logan finally stood from his desk. "I've been waiting to meet one of you for such a long time! Let me take out to-"

"I have another class in fifteen minutes," Logan interrupted. Roman's smile faltered a bit, and Logan felt a bit guilty but pushed that aside immediately. His studies came before anything. Classes - Logan understood those.

"But we're soulmates! This is the first time I've met one of you. Surely we can miss one class"

"No," Logan said. "I'll see you in class Thursday."

A disappointed look fell on Roman's face. He opened his mouth to speak, but Logan started heading towards the door before he could. Roman scrambled to get his backpack together to follow him.

"Wait!" Logan didn't stop walking. "Wait!"

Logan jerked back as Roman grabbed his shoulder.

"I've dreamed about this moment for as long as I can remember!" Roman pleaded. "Logan, we're soulmates. We're made for each other-"

"We can always talk later-"

"Why wait??" Roman asked as he reached for Logan's hand, but Logan jerked it back. "Why not take full advantage of the time we're given?"

"I need to go," Logan said adamantly. Roman opened his mouth to object and Logan sighed and pulled out his phone. "If I get out of class early I'll text you."

Roman eagerly took Logan's phone and punched his number in. As soon as Logan had his phone back he turned and started heading towards his next building.

Logan wished Patton was the one to meet Roman. Patton would have been a much better match for Roman. He would know how to react and what to do. Logan sighed as he walked into the building, hoping for a long and boring class.

Of course not.

Of course today was a day the professor decided to let them out early. Logan's mind raced as he tried to think of anything else he could work on.

He was all caught up on his homework - ahead, even. He had all the terms he needed to memorize memorized and had already created all the study flashcards he needed. He had read all the book chapters that needed to be read and had already highlighted everything important. He had no future tests or quizzes to study for nor did he have any extra credit options to due as he had already completed them.

Dammit, why did he have to be so diligent at school work??

The thought of not telling Roman he was out of class flashed through his mind, but that thought made him uneasy. While he was not the keenest on other people's emotions, he was no liar. Besides, Roman was his soulmate. At the very least, he deserved a chance to speak with him.

The campus coffee shop was nearby, so he texted Roman that if he was out of class to meet him there. He ordered his coffee (black, of course) and sat down in a secluded seat by a window. It was fairly crowded, and this was the one instance Logan was grateful for that.

Very shortly after Logan sat down, Roman walked in and eagerly looked for him, beaming once he saw him. He sat down in front of Logan and flashed another cocky smile.

"Hello," Roman said. "I am very glad I get to see you again."

"Hello. Did you not have class?" Logan asked as he put his drink down. "If you did, it was very convenient you were dismissed early as well."

"Actually, I just left," Roman grinned.

"You were dismissed just a few minutes ago?"

"Well, no. I got your text so I just got up and left."

"In the middle of-"

"In the middle of the lecture, yeah."

"...Okay, then," Logan said after a couple tense moments of silence.

"I want to know all about you. How old are you? What year are you in? Did you grow up around here? What are you-"

"I'm twenty-one and a senior," Logan interrupted before he could get barraged with more questions. "And I was not raised here. I grew up out of state."

"...What about yourself?" Logan added onto the end. It was polite to ask others about themselves as well, right? Besides, he needed to get to know his soulmate, right?

God he hated this.

"I'm nineteen and a sophomore," Roman said as he relaxed back in his chair. "And I grew up in a small town not too far from here. "God, I hated it."

"So... you've met two others?" Roman then asked, voice laced with hope.

"I met them this summer."

"So they were already together?"

"Yes."

Sadness flashed over Roman's face for a split second but was quickly disguised again by Roman's large grin.

"Could you tell me about them?"

"Their names are Patton and Virgil. Patton's the green, Virgil's the gray," Logan said as he picked up his coffee again, wanting to avoid the soft gaze Roman had on his face. "They're both juniors and twenty, though Patton is older than Virgil by three months. They're art majors but Virgil has a minor in creative writing and Patton has been looking into dual majoring in psychology. They both live and go to a university out of state."

"Could you introduce me to them?"

"I'll tell them I met you tonight and see if they'd prefer video call or in person."

Roman nodded.

"Back to you," Roman said as he managed to catch Logan's eye. "What are you majoring in?"

"I am majoring in chemical engineering, with a minor in education so that I may teach one day if I so choose."

As Logan talked, Roman rested his head on his hand and smiled at Logan in such an admiring way it almost made Logan uncomfortable. Those looks were for Patton and Virgil only, who he already knew to a degree. How could Roman look at Logan with such eyes when they had met not two hours ago?

"Yourself?" Logan asked.

"I'm majoring in musical theatre with a minor in theatrical costuming, but I also persuaded the chorus professor to give me voice lessons that are usually reserved only for voice majors," Roman said with a proud grin.

"Hm," Logan huffed, though immediately regretted it.

When Logan met Patton and Virgil and learned they were both art majors, he was a bit disappointed he couldn't talk to them about the sciences, but it didn't bother him too much since at least he had two other soulmates who could share his passion for math and science.

But now his third one is a theatre major, leaving only one. Logan was running out of options.

"...What does 'hm' mean?" Roman asked defensively, straightening his back as he examined Logan's face.

"It's nothing. I shouldn't have said it."

"It's clearly something."

"I just... I can't understand why you would spend your time and money in higher education only to indulge in over-glorified make believe," Logan said incredulously, completely aware of how rude he sounded but not being able to help himself.

"I wouldn't put it like that," Roman said defensively. "I don't think you're aware of how much hard work one has to do to refine one's acting abilities-"

"One's higher education is one of the most important and deciding times of one's life," Logan interrupted. "And you're here studying theatre and skipping classes."

"I bailed so I could see my soulmate," Roman said, voice rising in volume. Logan glanced at the people around them. "Perhaps you're taking college a bit too seriously! Yes, and education is important, but college is also the time to have fun and discover yourself!"

People were staring at them.

"If you are just going to yell, I am going to take my leave," Logan said as he grabbed his bag. Roman's eyes widened as he stood with Logan and went to say something but Logan didn't let him speak. "I will see you in class. Goodbye, Roman."

"Really!?" Roman shouted after him. Now everyone was staring. "When I imagined my soulmates, the ones made for me, I always imagined someone who I can share my passions with. But are you really so impersonal you'd abandon your own soulmate? Is school really all you care about!?"

"Goodbye, Roman."

And Logan left.

Logan fell back onto his bed and groaned into his hands. God, why did he have to be so bad at interacting with others? Why did he have to be so bad at understanding emotions that he could neither understand his own or read others? Why did he have to have no filter between his brain and his mouth?

He heard his phone buzz and he groaned again. He knew who it was.

Patton: Me and Virgil are ready to video chat when you are <3 <3

Logan had to stop himself from correcting him to "Virgil and I."

He bit his lip as his thumb hovered over his phone keyboard before quickly typing out a message.

Logan: I'm afraid I'm feeling a bit sick tonight. I think I'll just go to bed early, but I'll talk to you soon. Patton: Oh, I'm sorry! :( I hope you feel better soon <3 <3 <3 Virgil: take care, logan Virgil: <3

He couldn't let them see him. He hadn't had the courage to look, but he knew his left eye was just light brown now. Once Patton and Virgil noticed his eye no longer changed color, he'd have to tell them about Roman and what a disaster that was.

He did go to bed early that night, exhausted from all the emotional turmoil from the day. He wasn't looking forward to Thursday.

*

As much as Logan wished the Earth would have been engulfed by the sun before Thursday, that wasn't due for another billion years, so Logan had to go to class.

He got there early and sat in his seat in the front row. He pulled his laptop out of his backpack and stared at it, not being able to comprehend anything on the screen.

Other students started trailing in to their usual seats, though Logan' refused to look at any of them. But when someone in red walked past him, he knew it was Roman. He recognized the cologne.

When the class finally ended, Logan stood right outside the doorway to try and catch him.

"Roman!" Logan called when he walked out. Roman's eyes widened a bit but he nodded.

"Logan."

"I wanted to apologize-"

Roman held up a hand to stop him and motioned his head towards the end of the hall where it was quieter.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said on Tuesday," Logan started. "It was very rude of me to say, and I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I... I'm sorry if I was a bit overbearing," Roman shrugged back.

"It's fine," Logan said. The two just stared at each other for a few moments, not knowing what to say.

"I... I have another class," Logan started.

"...I guess I'll... see you around?"

Logan nodded and the two parted ways. Logan didn't normally leave using the back door, but he didn't want to have to walk back down the hallway behind Roman.

Of course it was awkward. Of course it wasn't okay. There was no way to take back what had been said. Even though Logan apologized, Roman still knows what Logan thinks about his major, and Logan still knows Roman thinks he's stuck-up.

Logan sighed as he walked towards his class. At least he'll have calculus to distract him.

*

That next Monday, Logan was sitting at one of the outside tables outside the school union. He was working on extra credit for astronomy, one of his favorite classes. The weather was a bit cooler, and he was almost cold in the shade, and the fact that there had been steady wind all day wasn't helping.

Logan heard the chair across from him scrape against the concrete. Logan looked up to see Roman sitting across from him.

"Hello," Roman said with a small smile.

"Salutations," Logan responded, a bit dumbfounded. "How- How are you?"

"Fine," Roman said. "Rehearsals for the fall musical started. It's going really well. You?"

"Fine. Classes are going well."

"Good, good."

Awkward silence fell back over them as the wind rushed past them again, causing Logan to shiver.

"Are you cold? Would you like my jack-"

"I'm fine, thank you," Logan said quickly.

Another awkward silence.

"What are you working on?" Roman asked.

"I am working on an extra credit paper for astronomy, but I can't decide if I should write about the Copernicus and heliocentric models of the galaxy, black holes, or dark energy and matter. All of the topics are so interesting, it's hard to decide."

"I... understood maybe half those words," Roman admitted.

"Oh..."

"Why don't you tell me about them?" Roman asked, voice almost hopeful. Logan stared at him for a few moments.

"...Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Roman shrugged as he sat back in his chair. "I'm done with classes for today. Maybe talking about it out loud will help you decide what to write about?"

So Logan did. He told Roman all about his astronomy galaxy models and black holes and what dark matter is (or really, what it isn't), but soon he found himself rambling about other things, from space travel to gravitational waves to how the human eyes perceive light - any topic he came across relating to the subjects he had to talk about. They were all so interesting, how could he not?

Roman's own face lit up as he walked Logan talk. The way Logan's face brightened with excitement, the way he excitedly moved his hands around - it was all... adorable.

"Nice to see you excited about something, Specs," Roman said with a grin as he rested his head in his hand.

"Wh- what?"

"I like knowing you have passions, Roman shrugged. "Let's me know you aren't such a straight-ass as I thought."

Logan felt his cheeks heat up and he prayed to God that it wasn't noticeable (it was).

"That love you have for astronomy? That's how I feel about theatre," Roman said as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. Logan just stared at him.

"...I'll see you around, Logan."

Then Roman stood and walked away, leaving Logan with a blush dusted across his face.

*

That Friday, Logan was walking back towards the student parking lot. It was the end of a long week, and Logan was frankly ready to get back to his apartment, make some tea, and relax while listening to podcasts.

"Logan?"

"Oh, hello, Roman," Logan said once he turned around to see who had spoken to him.

"So. This is the Logan you were telling me about," the man next to Roman said as he placed the hand not holding an ice coffee on his hip.

"Oh boy. Logan, this is my cousin, Remy."

"It's nice to meet you."

"Pleasure, doll."

Logan could tell it was anything but.

"Logan!" someone called out. "You left your phone in the union- oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?"

"No. And thank you, Emile," Logan said as he took his phone back from his friend. He said nothing else for a moment before he realized he should probably introduce everyone.

"This is Roman. Roman this is-"

"I'm Remy," he interrupted. "What's your name, dollface?"

"I'm Emile! Lovely to meet you. Do you how do?" Emile said with a large grin.

"Uh... what?" Roman asked quietly.

"Adorable," Remy smirked as he pushed his sunglasses down, exposing his eyes. His left was a light blue while his right was a dark, coffee brown. Emile gasped, and their eyes shifted into their own colors.

"Oh my goooooosh!" Roman squealed as he lifted his hands to his mouth and glanced between the two.

"Oh my stars! It's so nice to finally meet you," Emile stammered as his face grew red.

"Wanna go grab a coffee? Get to know each other?" Remy asked as he looked Emile up and down before sliding his shades back over his eyes.

"You already have a coffee," Logan pointed out.

"No I don't," Remy said as he poured the remnants of his cup onto the grass and shoved the empty plastic into Roman's hands. "What do you say?"

"I'd love to!" Emile said with a wide grin. Remy returned it with a cocky smile as he looped his arm around Emile's and looked down at the shorter man, Emile's blush growing darker.

"We'll see you two gents later," Remy said before turning and leading Emile down the sidewalk.

"...Well then," Logan said after a moment as he and Roman watched the two walk away.

"Oh, Logan, wasn't that incredible?" Romans sighed. "We got to bring two soulmates together!"

"Yes, I suppose it was."

"...Hey, so, uh," Roman started before the silence between them got too awkward. "I was just about to head to rehearsals, if you'd like to come watch?"

Logan's first instinct was to say no, but he hesitated. It wasn't like he had anything to do. Besides, Roman's making a clear effort to move past their first day together. Logan should, too.

"Sure."

Roman beamed.

Logan sat in the middle of the house, watching as the director stopped the actors again and again and again - giving notes and drilling them with questions about their characters and their choices. They went over and over the same scenes until even Logan knew the lines.

But Roman never seemed to get tired. While a couple actors would roll their eyes, huff in frustration, Roman never did. He took all the criticism in stride, answered all the director's questions in a heartbeat, and took the notes from the director to heart as he improved his performance in the next run.

Roman was really... dedicated.

Logan waited in his seat at the end of rehearsal as everyone filed out. When everyone had left except Roman, Logan stood up and went backstage where he found Roman playing notes on the piano.

"Oh, sorry! Honestly, I completely forgot you were out there," Roman said sheepishly as Logan walked in. "...Did you see how many times I messed up the notes in the opening song? I was practicing to make sure that didn't happen again."

"Roman I'm... I'm sorry. Truly this time."

Roman froze for a few moments before he patted the piano bench as he slid over, leaving room for Logan.

"You were correct in your previous statement about me not knowing how hard one has to work to be a talented actor. I saw how passionate you are about this show, about your performance - how dedicated you are to your craft.

And I'm sorry. My statement was ignorant, and I wish I could revoke my words. But I can't, so I can only offer my sincerest apologies and hope you can accept them."

"Thanks, Logan," Roman said with a soft smile. A genuine one, not one of the cocky ones Roman often flashes around campus. One very few get to actually see. "I'm sorry I called you impersonal, or whatever. I was just angry."

"You had every right to be."

"We're not so different, you and I," Roman said with a cheeky grin. "We hold similar fervor, we just fan different flames. I saw that spark in your eyes on Monday. You're passionate in your own way. I admire that. Plus, you're super smart and have a gorgeous face. How lucky am I to get you as a soulmate?"

"I admire your passion and dedication, as well," Logan said as he glanced away, feeling his face heat up again.

Roman smiled, and when Logan looked back at him, he couldn't help but smile back.

"So, you play piano?" Logan asked.

"Yep. And guitar. And drums. And french horn and violin."

"Wow. How did you manage to learn all those?"

"French horn I learned in my school's band and violin in the orchestra. Piano, guitar, and drums I taught myself by saving up money washing cars and buying discounted instruments online."

"Incredible," Logan whispered. Now it was Roman's turn to blush. "And you can sing and act. Now who's the lucky one?"

"Still me," Roman grinned. "But thank you," he added softly as he glanced away.

"Will you play me something?"

"Happily. Any requests?"

"One of your favorites."

Roman thought for a moment before placing his hands on the keys. He started singing in that low, beautiful voice Part of Your World.

"You're magnificent," Logan said as Roman took his hands off the keys. Roman's blush returned.

"Thank you."

"So you like Disney?"

"I love Disney," Roman grinned. "Do you?"

"I have never seen a Disney movie. I never watched much TV growing up. My parents told me it would hinder my studies," Logan said. "I've seen parts whenever Emile watches them in the apartment, and I'm familiar with a few songs I've heard over the years, but I can not say if I like Disney or not."

"Never seen Disney?" Roman gasped. "Come over to mine and Remy's apartment tomorrow. I'll kick him out for the day, and we can binge Disney movies. I'll show you all the classics."

"I think I could enjoy that," Logan said as he made the mental note to finish his assignment tonight so he had free time tomorrow.

"It's a date?" Roman asked with a hopeful smile.

"It's a date. I'll let you continue practicing, now. I have schoolwork I need to do, anyways," Logan said as he stood up.

"I'll see you later, Specs."

"Goodbye, Roman."

"...Wait, Logan?" Roman asked once Logan was at the door.

"Yes?"

"Do... do the others know about me yet?" Roman asked so softly Logan almost didn't hear him.

"I'll tell them about you tonight. I promise," Logan said. "I'll text you what they say about meeting you."

"Thanks, Logan."

Logan nodded and turned to leave, the sound of the piano and Roman's beautiful voice fading as he walked away.

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Raise the Stakes, Part One

So this is a sequel to Place Your Bets. It's actually just the first part of a sequel because I'm trying to publish things in shorter segments. Time is valuable and I know it can be tricky to sit down and read through someone's 8,000-word opus.

That said, you will have to read Place Your Bets first or this isn't going to make any sense.

Pairing: David Finlay x OFC with mentioned Jay White x OFC

Word count: 1,641

Content advisory: Brief sexual references, Jay being an emotionally abusive asshole

You’ve tried three or four times to reconcile the pay statement from New Japan with the list of expenses you submitted for Jay last week. They’re different. The check is lower than it should be and even though it’s not by a lot, this sort of thing drives Jay mental and he’s been in such a mood since you dared go on a date that you’re going to extraordinary lengths to try to pacify him.

If anything, you feel like making more of an effort is making him harder on you. He’s had you working practically around the clock, thinking nothing of waking you up in the middle of the night to demand you find some obscure record, or complaining that he doesn’t understand something. He’s demanded you reschedule every appointment you’ve made for him at least once, so that everyone who’s relying on you so that they can work with him has been screaming at you.

So you’re exhausted and anxious and you can’t figure out why you have a check that doesn’t match your invoice because the accounting department here codes everything differently, so the amounts per line are combined or split up in ways you don’t understand and you have to patch it back together. It’s impossible.

The thing is, you’ve done it before. The expense checks are screwed up 4 times out of 5 and it’s always a chore that takes you hours to resolve. You’ve done this when you’ve been travelling nonstop for a day, when Jay has been screaming at you for hours, and when you’ve been surviving on coffee and stubbornness. The difference now is that you’re distracted.

In the years you’ve had this job, you’ve never felt distracted this way. You keep replaying your night with Finlay in your mind and you catch yourself smiling like an idiot at the way your stomach flips. Despite the fact that Jay’s been keeping you on a tight leash, you’ve caught plenty of glimpses of David around the place. Sometimes, you’ll pass close enough that you catch a whiff of his soft amber-y cologne and your skin shivers. And you look. Jay isn’t interested enough in you to watch you closely enough to see what you’re doing as long as he knows he can order you around whenever he feels like it.

David looks back, too, with a sly smile or a wink. He actually has to be a little more cautious about it because Jay has been watching him since their New Japan Cup match, already fantasizing about revenge. But he has his techniques. He’ll glance over and lock eyes with Jay before letting them drift to you. The looks you exchange feel almost as intimate as when the two of you were naked in his bed together.

You’ve sent a couple of cryptic text messages back and forth but David’s perfectly aware that Jay will flip through your phone without even asking because he considers it his property. It’s killing you, always being in each other’s orbit and being unable to do anything about it. But more importantly, it’s distracting you from work.

You’re standing over the table, using a pencil to note where you think the things from your invoice have been entered on the payment statement when your breath catches. There’s that scent in the room with you, easing close behind you until you feel a strong pair of arms close around you.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he murmurs into your skin.

You exhale and let yourself melt into him, resting your hands over his as you incline your head back.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” you breathe.

He holds you a little tighter.

“I have to go back to the States to do some Impact shows. I’ll be gone a few weeks.”

You whine quietly.

“I’m leaving tomorrow night.”

“It’s not fair.”

He hums and kisses his way up your neck, making your whole body tremble.

“Any chance you could sneak out tonight?”

“I’d like to see someone try and stop me.”

“The slave driver won’t be happy.”

“I cannot tell you how little I care right now.”

He loosens his hold and you take the opportunity to turn around, touching your lips to his as you’ve been longing to do for days. You peck at each other a few times, smiling, both of your eyes lit from within.

“I’m in room-“

“I know what room you’re in,” you grin.

“Are you stalking me?”

“Damn right I am.”

You give in to the urge to kiss a little more urgently until a noise at the door has you jumping apart like reversed magnets.

You’re terrified it’s Jay because you are in no way ready for that showdown. But it’s Sanada coming to get a drink from the vending machine. He cocks an eyebrow at the two of you, which is enough to let you know that he’s aware of the nature of what he’s interrupted.

It isn’t a problem, though. He doesn’t talk to Jay unless they have a match and even then it’s only going over the game plan. He’ll gossip to his LIJ buddies but it’ll stay within their tight little circle. They'd rather laugh at Jay behind his back.

When he leaves, David takes your hand and the two of you are smiling like teenagers again.

“Guess I should run away before we really get caught.”

You kiss him, fervently, and you’re hardly able to pull yourself away.

“I’ll text you when I know what time I can escape.”

You’re both blushing as he exits the room. When you turn around to face your payment problem, you could swear it’s gotten more complicated than it was before.

*

“I need you to reschedule that appointment with the physio guy to Thursday,” Jay grumbles.

He’s been hovering since he came in, although he hasn’t been quite as obstreperous as usual, muttering to himself or to his game console rather than outright trying to interrupt you. You could take your work to your room but then he would be texting and calling you all the time, assuming that you weren’t working if he couldn’t see it. You’re still trying to untangle the knots of the expense report and it’s tantalizingly close. You’ve gotten nearly this far a couple of times only to be forced to backtrack and re-evaluate but this time you can see your way through; just a couple of twists and tugs and you’ll have it all smoothed out.

You roll your eyes at the sound of Jay’s voice, content that he can’t see your face from his vantage point.

“We’ve been through this, Jay. This guy is a specialist they’ve brought in and his schedule’s been set by the company. No changes, no exceptions.”

“Well you need to ask, at least,” he huffs.

“Why? All it’s going to do is aggravate management and you won’t get what you ask for.” You pivot to face him. “Why would you even want to change it?”

“I have something I want to do on Wednesday, not that it’s any of your business. I’d rather see him on Thursday.”

“It’s not going to happen.”

You fully expect from the look on his face that he’s going to lose it and start screaming about how you’re just there to do what he says. But though his lips twitch and his nostrils flare. He says nothing. Perhaps this is it. Perhaps this is the week that he fires you and replaces you with someone new who’ll do everything he says and flatter his ego without the attitude you’re prone to giving him. A couple of times, he’s told you that you were fired in a rage, only to contact you hours later and start grumpily giving you orders again. He never apologizes when this happens but he’s always a little quieter and less belligerent for a few days.

This nonverbal fury is something new, so maybe it’s a sign that the end is nigh. Maybe you’ll suddenly find a way to reinvent yourself without Jay White in your life. Take a calligraphy class. Teach English at some private business school. Get a dog. Have a relationship with someone who could love you back.

With that in mind, you force yourself to work out the final parts of the project that’s haunted you all day. You’re so happy when it’s done, when you understand exactly what’s missing and what you need to tell them to have it corrected, that you want to stand up and cheer and pat yourself on the back because god knows that no one else will.

Normally, you’d email the head office right away and go through everything you’ve found in concise bullet points to make sure you’re understood but instead, you close your laptop and stand up.

“Right,” you say breezily, “I'm off then.”

“Off where?” he growls without looking at you. “Another date?”

“Actually, yes.”

“This is becoming a problem.”

“No, it isn’t. I’ve done everything that’s required of me. I’ve jumped through every insane hoop, dodged every trap you’ve given me. You know perfectly well that the fact that I’ve been… that I’ve… There is no issue with my work.”

“I say it’s becoming a problem and in this equation, I’m the only one who matters.”

His reflexive cruelty always hits you right in the stomach, like you’re in the ring with him, and knowing that you have someone who wants to be with you and wants to please you doesn’t dull that at all.

“I matter Jay,” you say quietly. “I just don’t matter to you.”

You see a muscle in his beck twitch but even though you give him a moment, he says nothing. And it’s a painful realization that the only reason you’re waiting is in the desperate hope that he’ll contradict you, that he’ll surprise you for once in his life.

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun / Taemin; bridging parallels ; nc17

jonghyun and taemin live in the apartments across from each other and jonghyun has been watching taemin climb out of his window and sneak out of the house several times a week for years ever since they were both in high school

for summer of shinee 2021 : )

Him and Taemin text still. Not often, and when they do, it's never really a full conversation. Mostly just memes shared at 2 in the morning, small talk, happy birthdays. Look at that dog texted fervently at 7 p.m. On a Thursday dragging one of them at light speed to their window to obey. Taemin makes his way into one of Jonghyun's articles again, this time a little spotlight of his work as a choreographer for an entire show.

Jonghyun has known Taemin since they were kids. Apartment neighbors, kind of. Jonghyun is 408, Taemin is 718. The way the apartments are set up, Jonghyun can sit at his bedroom window, look outside, and see Taemin's bedroom window across the way and one floor down. They go to elementary school together, then middle school, and then high school. They have one or two classes together over the years. None of that really matters because they never really talk.

What was the homework texted here, our mutual friend both invited us to the same party there, look at that dog shouted into the space between their windows at 7 p.m. On a Thursday one time in 8th grade. Whatever.

Even when Taemin starts sneaking out at night, the summer after sophomore year, 15 years old, it doesn't magically make them have a speaking relationship. All it does is distract Jonghyun as he's sitting at his window sill, scented candle lit, summer reading program report under his hands. Distracts him and makes him drop his pencil four floors into the bushes that line the building.

He doesn't watch it long enough to see it hit the ground. He's far too interested in watching whatever the fuck Taemin thinks he's doing. He's clambering out of his window, his third-story window, nothing but a concrete drop below him, and then he's actually climbing up, up the wall, up the building, up three floors until he's hauling himself up onto the roof.

When Taemin makes it up there, he rolls out of view over the ledge, but then his head pops back over. He looks all the way down, and even from far away, Jonghyun can see the huge smile spread over his face. His hands slap excitedly on the ledge before he stands up, turns, and disappears again as he jogs away, the high kick of his ankle behind him as he stumbles a step the last thing that Jonghyun sees of him.

Until he sees him sneaking out again the next night.

It doesn't become a nightly thing, but it is still regular enough that, every night when he's at his window sill with a candle and some writing, he’ll glance up at any movement he sees across the way just in case. It doesn't stop when school starts back up again, either. Sometimes Jonghyun will watch Taemin clamber out of his window, up the building, and disappear on the roof one night and then watch him sleeping on the bus the next morning, wondering how many hours he actually got. Sometimes he'll be up late enough to watch Taemin sneak back in, a descent three floors down from the roof that stops Jonghyun's heart every time.

School goes on. Jonghyun takes storytelling electives; music, ceramics, creative writing, art. He reads comic books, watches anime, looks up walkthroughs of video games that he can't play himself. He gets detention one time for being late and a kid sitting next to him offers him some weed, which he tries but doesn't really like, but that kid helps him through some spontaneous crying a few weeks later so they become pretty close and he winds up being the designated driver to a bunch of stoners. His dad moves out, his sister moves out, his sister moves back in. He picks up a part-time job at a music store during his senior year to help with the bills.

He sees Taemin around every now and again. They have ceramics together, for one. Taemin sits at another table with his own group of friends, but he smiles and says hey to Jonghyun when they wind up in the glazing room together. He comes into Jonghyun's job sometimes, looking over new album releases and buying everything a particular band puts out.

Jonghyun sees Taemin dancing during school pep rallies, assemblies, during rehearsals and the big night for a talent show they're both in where Jonghyun almost cries on stage because he's so nervous to be playing one of his own self written songs in front of people. He cries backstage instead and they still don't talk, but Taemin offers him a quick hug as they pass, hand rubbing over his back, and then he's gone before Jonghyun even really realized he was there in the first place. Later that night, Taemin sneaks out and then back in again within an hour.

And that night is also the first night that Taemin notices Jonghyun watching him. It’s just as he’s putting his hands on his windowsill to hoist himself up that he hesitates and, for a reason that Jonghyun can't come up with, looks directly across the way at Jonghyun.

He jumps when he sees Jonghyun, like he's startled; Jonghyun waves, a little confused, a little amused. Taemin looks down, covering what has to be an embarrassed smile with his hand.then Taemin looks up, waves back, and clambers out of his window and up the wall like usual. After he reaches the top, he peeks his head over the edge for the first time since that first night. Jonghyun leans just a little bit out of his window to smile and wave again. Even with all of the distance between them, Jonghyun can see the flash of his smile as Taemin taps two fingers to his temple and flicks them off in a salute.

From that night on, everytime that Taemin sneaks out, they wave at each other.

They graduate; Jonghyun with okay grades and Taemin with probably the same. Jonghyun doesn't go to college or anything. He upgrades his job at the music store to full time and does some freelance work online writing articles about art events and festivals in the area while he tries to work on his own stories in his free time. Taemin doesn't leave town either, because he still climbs out of his window and disappears over the roof on a regular basis. It's not until Taemin comes into the music store one time to buy a new CD and Jonghyun recognizes the logo on his hoodie as belonging to the local dance theater that he figures out what Taemin has been up to lately.

And it's not until they happen to both wind up in the little corner store down the street from their apartment complex at the same time that they have their first real conversation.

Jonghyun is there because he wanted snacks and his sister wanted snacks and he lost the rock paper scissors to decide who would go out and get some. Taemin is apparently there to buy some booze because he's standing in front of all of the refrigerators and contemplating the selection when Jonghyun opens one next to him to grab a couple bottles of soda.

"Oh, sorry," Taemin says, glancing at him and stepping a little bit away, and then, brighter, "oh, hey Jonghyun."

"Hey," Jonghyun says back, pleasantly surprised to recognize him. "Party?" he asks, nodding at all of the liquor. Taemin shakes his head, tells Jonghyun that he's just looking for something fun and fruity to enjoy by himself in his room sometimes. For self-care, he says. Jonghyun tells him he gets that and taps the glass in front of one of his favorite fruity boozy drinks in recommendation. Taemin shrugs and takes his word, opening the refrigerator and pulling out the bottle without even really looking at the label or anything on it. Then, after a moment's hesitation, asks, "how old are you again?"

"20," Jonghyun tells him, smiling a little sheepishly. "Maybe I ask my sister to buy me alcohol. Don't tell anyone."

And Taemin's response to that is a snort, a broad grin, and a hand slipping into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. "As long as you don't tell anyone about this," he says as he pulls out his ID card from its clear plastic flap, slots it in with all his other cards, pulls out a different ID card, and puts that in the flap.

The blunt casualness of that whole exchange surprises a laugh out of Jonghyun, one that sounds loud in the quiet little store. He doesn't try to stifle it; has never really tried to stifle his laughter. Still chuckling, he offers up his pinky to Taemin to promise. Taemin looks at him, looks at his pinky, covers his mouth and nose with the back of his hand for a moment, then links their pinkies together.

Taemin buys his alcohol and leaves the store before Jonghyun finishes picking up all of his snacks, but he sees Taemin ahead on the sidewalk on the way back and jogs to catch up with him.

"Don't go climbing out of your window after you drink any of that," he says, worried halfway through the sentence that maybe he's overstepping but finishing anyway. Taemin does that thing again, where he looks down and rubs his nose, and is the first one to offer up his pinky this time.

Taemin picks up a fashion for denim-on-denim, leather, spikes. Dark clothes, baggy hoodies, lots of rings. Beanies, worn-out shoes. Jonghyun attaches himself to big comfy sweaters, turtlenecks, bracelets cinching over the sleeves. Ripped jeans, snapbacks, boots. Taemin lets his hair grow out until it fans out around his face, soft and wavy, then cuts it short into a choppy bowl cut and a crisp undercut. Jonghyun tries out an undercut too, finds he likes it, experiments with dying his hair every couple of months. Taemin has some new piercings–shark bites, cheek studs, spikes through his ears. Jonghyun has some new tattoos–words on his arms, permanent bracelets around his wrists, planets on his side, a starscape on his back.

Jonghyun starts teaching guitar lessons at the music store to kids on the weekends. His mom gets promoted at her job. They stop struggling as much, settle into something almost resembling financial security. He keeps freelancing and in one of his articles he writes about a culture show the dance theater is putting on. In the picture that runs with the article, Taemin is standing on the end, smiling with his arm around a fellow dancer, doing a victory sign for the camera.

There's a queer club down the street from the music store that Jonghyun goes to sometimes. He makes new friends, has a couple of casual hookups, has a cute girlfriend for a while but things don't really work out. It's fine between them after. Taemin almost has a cute date friend one time, but that doesn't work out either. Jonghyun knows this because he watches the whole thing happen from his window sill.

He's there, writing notebook under his hands, scented candle next to his elbow, just like every night, and Taemin is suddenly there on the roof. Except, for once, he's not alone. Someone else is with him. A little taller, thick dark hair spilling out of a pulled up hoodie, and that's about all Jonghyun can see of them. The pair of them sit down on the ledge, feet dangling over nothing, close enough that their shoulders almost brush every so often.

Jonghyun doesn't mean to snoop, or eavesdrop, or anything. Taemin's love life is his own business. It's interesting, yeah, to watch them stargazing and talking together, but Jonghyun really is only glancing up at them every couple of minutes to distract his brain a little bit so he can focus on his writing without getting distracted a lot by something else. And it just so happens, that during one of those glances, Taemin tries to make his move.

It's not much of a move; a purposeful bump of their shoulders, a rub of his nose with the back of his hand, something said to make them look at him directly. More quiet words, a leaning in–not all the way, but enough to be clear–a tilt of his head like he's asking a question, and then.

And then. The other person leaning back, shaking their head, covering their mouth with both hands. Quickly they reach for Taemin's hand, holding it tight as they speak earnestly, as Taemin nods up and down and tugs his hair at the back of his head where they can't see.

They sit together for a little while longer after that, but a barely perceptible distance apart now, enough space that they don't accidentally bump shoulders anymore. Then the other person stands up, starts to walk away. Taemin turns and takes their hand, carefully, asks them something that they nod in agreement to. Taemin drops their hand, flops his own hands into his lap. The other person walks away, and then a minute later, Taemin falls back, sprawls himself out over the roof until all Jonghyun can see are his legs still dangling. They kick in the air for a few seconds before flopping limply back down in defeat.

Jonghyun looks back to his writing with a shake of his head. Poor baby.

He doesn't see Taemin sneak out for a couple of weeks after that. Then, another night, another candle, another page of writing, he glances up and finds Taemin sitting at his window, arms crossed on the windowsill, face nestled in his elbow, cheek smushed up as he pouts out at nothing. Jonghyun can't help it; he smiles at the image.

"Hey sorry about your heartbreak dude" is what he texts to Taemin once he finds his number buried in all of his contacts, an entry probably put in during high school for some project that neither of them remember. And then he just watches, waits, until Taemin leans away from his window. A moment later, Taemin returns, and this time he's holding his phone and looking up at Jonghyun. Jonghyun waves with an apologetic little shrug.

"Damn you saw that??? " Taemin texts back. Jonghyun replies that he did indeed see it and offers more condolences. Taemin's sigh is audible to Jonghyun even from so far away, but he replies anyway. They talk about nothing, really; Taemin asks what Jonghyun is always writing about and Jonghyun tells him. His book that he's been working on for a while. The one where he wanted to write a love story but wound up accidentally writing a breakup scene in the first chapter and then just went with it. Taemin seems to take some comfort in hearing about a failed romance.

The night after that, Taemin climbs out of his window again.

Him and Taemin text still. Not often, and when they do, it's never really a full conversation. Mostly just memes shared at 2 in the morning, small talk, happy birthdays. Look at that dog texted fervently at 7 p.m. On a Thursday dragging one of them at light speed to their window to obey. Taemin makes his way into one of Jonghyun's articles again, this time a little spotlight of his work as a choreographer for an entire show.

Jonghyun's manager gets fired for tax evasion or some bullshit and suddenly he finds himself as the manager instead. Not because he's super qualified for the job, but because he's worked there for the longest, almost 11 years, and the rest of the employees are mostly part-time high school kids. All of a sudden he has all of these duties and responsibilities that he doesn't know what to do with, on top of dealing with the mess that his old boss left him with. The first thing he does is give himself and all of the employees a raise, which at first gets him a serious reprimand from upper management of the store chain, but he doesn't give a shit and the next month he gets praised for reducing customer service complaints and boosting product sales.

One night Taemin comes into the music store to buy a new album from his favorite band a couple weeks later than Jonghyun was expecting him to. Usually he shows up on day one; when Jonghyun mentions that to him, he rubs his nose with the back of his hand and shrugs, mumbling something about a giveaway online and shipping problems. Jonghyun chuckles at that, mentions that the cardboard stand that they have in the store to promote the album is free for him to take, if he wants it. He's the manager. He can do that now.

Taemin's eyes widen behind his bangs, his teeth flash in a huge smile. He thanks Jonghyun emphatically, grabs the stand, and walks out with it, holding it in front of him as he goes and biting his lip.

Jonghyun finds himself thinking about that later in bed. Taemin’s teeth biting into his bottom lip. Digging into soft, plush pink. He looked different today. Something about his face, his nose. A nose job, Jonghyun guesses, something to change the tip of his nose from a cute soft hook to a cute round end. He dropped his shark bite piercings at some point and replaced them with studs. two silver squares on each side of his bottom lip, matching the ones that dimple his cheeks, the sets that outline the tips of his eyebrows. Matching the ones lined up below his collar bones. Jonghyun could see those in the dip of his v-neck.

The piercings won't leave his mind as he tries to fall asleep. Heavy silver, bold, striking, a statement of toughness outlining his delicate features. Jonghyun wonders how they feel, if he ran his fingers over them would they be cold or would they have absorbed Taemin’s body heat. He makes the mistake of wondering if Taemin has matching studs on his hips and realizes with a start that he's running his fingers over his own lips, imagining how it would feel if he were to drag his mouth over them.

Face hot, lips tingling, Jonghyun rolls over in bed and tries to think of anything else.

It works. For a little bit. Until the next day when he waves at Taemin as he heads out for the night. Then he's thinking about them again. Then he's thinking about what kind of noises Taemin would make if Jonghyun kissed his piercings. About how much deeper, huskier Taemin's voice sounded in the store. It had to have been that deep the last time they talked, the last time Taemin came in to buy an album, but–if it was, Jonghyun doesn't remember noticing or caring as much as he does now.

This new realization has him trying with all his heart to think about himself, what it means that he's gone his whole life without knowing that he had a thing for piercings, what it means if it's not the piercings and it's just Taemin, what it means if he suddenly starts lusting over the boy next door.

This lasts for about two more days until he gets tired of it and decides to just do something about it.

So the next time he catches Taemin about to climb out of his window a little bit after midnight, he waves frantically to get his attention. Taemin stops, looks at him, smiles, waves back. Jonghyun beckons towards him, trying to communicate that he wants him to come over without shouting. Taemin points at himself then over up at Jonghyun, tilting his head; Jonghyun nods eagerly, beckoning again. Without a moment of hesitation this time, Taemin nods and holds up one finger.

He climbs up his building, and then instead of disappearing away from Jonghyun, he walks along the edge. Jonghyun leans a little bit out of his window to watch him all the way down to where the parallel lines of their apartment buildings turn into a U for him to cross, until he gets too close to Jonghyun's side to see anymore. Then, a minute later, there's a crunch of shoe against brick outside his window. He moves his tealight candle out of the way and Taemin slips into his room feet first.

"Hey," he says. "What's up? Can I smell?"

A finger with chipped black nail polish touches next to Jonghyun's tiny candle. He has studs on the backs of his wrists too. Jonghyun lets him smell with a warning to be careful not to spill it, and then tries to figure out a way to say what he wants to say tactfully. He didn't think this part through. It's not really his style to come up with detailed plans, just to try things out and see if they work. Finally, after a bunch of starts and stops, half asked questions, an exasperated sigh, he just says, "do you want to make out?"

And in the silence after the question, in the dim light of his desk lamp, Taemin's tongue wets his lips.

"Sure," he says.

Nice.

Sure turns into Taemin in Jonghyun's lap, turns into Jonghyun gliding his thumb over the studs under Taemin's lip, turns into Taemin cupping his face and pressing their mouths together. Kissing turns into Jonghyun's hands sliding up under his shirt, turns into Taemin groaning the hottest noise Jonghyun has ever heard into his mouth, turns into him standing with his sweater half way over his head frantically whispering to Taemin that his bed is too squeaky and his family is trying to sleep.

He takes Taemin to the floor, sits on his hips and grinds down while Taemin fumbles with his own belt buckle, hands bumping Jonghyun's cock through his pajama pants. Jonghyun hadn't meant for this to happen, wasn't planning on fucking Taemin, but he doesn't want to stop.Taemin doesn't either, says god no when Jonghyun asks and that's enough of a reason to Jonghyun to keep going. He's pushing Taemin's shirt up while Taemin is trying to reach up onto his bed for a pillow, and it's rushed and it's messy, but Jonghyun discovers that Taemin not only has studs along the V of his but also one over his belly button, bars through his nipples, and, best of all, when he pulls Taemin's pants down, four of us small silver balls like an X around the head of his cock.

Lube from his desk, three fingers deep into his own ass, thumb tracing over every piercing on Taemin's hips, so hard it hurts, almost delirious with want, Jonghyun barely hears Taemin when he says, "I've always thought you were cute."

The piercings in his collar bones glint in the light, his skin glistens with summer sweat, the sharp angle of his jawline, the shadow of his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, the raw edge on his voice as he says, "I've always liked you, ever since we were kids, I've always–I don't know when it turned into a crush, but I–god that feels so good. Oh my fucking god." Halfway down Taemin's cock, Taemin grabs Jonghyun's hips and pulls him down all the way, knocks the breath from his lungs. "Jonghyun," he says, "more."

Jonghyun gives him more until he can't anymore, until his thighs are burning and his arms are trembling. Taemin removes the effort for him by turning them around until he's on his back. Taemin fucks him like that, tries to kiss him more but quickly gives up and buries his face in Jonghyun's neck instead. With "you're perfect, you're perfect, you're so fucking perfect, " breathed under his ear, Jonghyun hooks his leg around Taemin's back, pulls him in harder, faster, whispers his own pleads back, begs Taemin to bite him, bite his neck.

Taemin bites him, hard, and that's how he comes, body frozen underneath him until he goes all the way limp, only barely registering in some faraway part of his brain Taemin's choked breaths and the warmth pooling inside of him. He's weak, hazy, loopy, giggling, and Taemin's gentle hands are on him again, picking him up, putting him on his knees, and Jonghyun is glad to obey, glad to do whatever the fuck when he's this blissed-out.

Quiet curses as hands smooth over his back, the softest "oh, wow," whispered as fingers trace his constellations, and then the deepest groan as Taemin's tongue touches his skin. Jonghyun's eyes fly open, his voice rises three octaves, he slaps both hands over his mouth to stifle the noises he's making, noises he’s never made before in his life. The moment that he realizes that Taemin has a tongue stud is the moment that everything goes white, and then the next moment, everything goes dark.

The next morning he wakes up alone, in his bed, pajama pants back on, candle burned all the way down to nothing, window closed. He's not angry, or hurt, but he is a little grumpy all day long until he walks up to the entrance of the apartment complex after work and Taemin is sitting on one of the big potted plants outside the door.

He stands up when Jonghyun gets close to him, presses a large jar candle of the scent from last night into his hands, and, blinking a mile a minute, blurts out, "hey, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for last night when I told you I was in love with you and then fucked you and then panicked and left," to which Jonghyun, baffled, wracking his memory, replies, "did you tell me you're in love with me?"

Which kicks Taemin's blinking into overdrive, starts up a long, stammering babble that Jonghyun can confidently say he understands about 20% of. After a minute he realizes that Taemin isn't going to stop, so he interrupts him by asking, "Taemin, do you want to go on a date?"

A few days later, they share a mountain of fries on an outside table at some burger joint. Taemin, embarrassed, reading notes from his phone, admits that he's had a crush on Jonghyun for what feels like forever but was always too shy and infatuated to make a move. Jonghyun, embarrassed, scratching the back of his head, admits that he just got suddenly horny for the piercings one day and was a little too impulsive in making his move. Both of them, laughing, agree that it would probably be nice to work towards a middle ground together.

And it is.

[drprettyboyspence]

Spencer Reid can dance?

Dr. Spencer Reid/reader

Summary: Y/n has been planning to take a ballroom dance class for a while, but what she hasn’t planned on was needing to find a partner four hours before the class. With no one left to turn to, she asks her best friend and secret crush Spencer Reid. As it turns out, the night couldn’t end any better.

words: 3.3k

warnings: some mentioning of anxiety, there’s one kiss scene, nothing else to my knowledge, it’s a lot of fluff!! :)

a/n: I thought this was a cute idea, it isn’t a part 3 of Beach Day and A Perfect Date, that will come sometime soon! (This is set in season 14/15). I hope you guys enjoy!!

“A partner?” Y/n asks the male voice on the opposite end of the phone, “I wasn’t aware that I would need a partner for this class, yes I understand there are no refunds, alright, I’ll find a partner, thank you.”

Y/n hangs up the phone and sighs heavily, finding herself in a tricky situation all of a sudden. She had signed up for a ballroom dancing class, I know, sounds stupid, but she’s almost 36 years old and she’s never learned how to dance, so she figured why the hell not. The problem is, she had figured it was a “you don’t need a partner, we’ll set you up with someone” type of deal, turns out, she’s expected to come up with a ballroom dancing partner in the next, oh lord, 4 hours before the first class. She debates blowing it off altogether, but it was expensive, and Y/n wants to learn how to dance. She sits down at her kitchen table to think, the obvious choices would be Emily or Garcia, they’d be up for it and it would be a fun girls night. Plus, it wouldn’t be awkward when they see how ungraceful she is on her feet, ironic, an FBI profiler who chases down the worst of humanity every day is nervous to walk into a ballroom dancing class.

Right as Y/n is about to send a text in the BAU girls group chat, she’d go with anyone from that group, even Tara who she honestly doesn’t know that well, Y/n remembers that Emily took Garcia and JJ to Memphis for a lower-profile case centered in technology, and Tara is off on a sabbatical teaching a lecture and interviewing serial killers, so Y/n finds herself back to the drawing board once again. An idea pops into Y/n’s head that seems so absurd she almost pushes it out immediately, but she’s desperate and hey, what’s the worst that could happen? She dials the phone number before she can find herself too nervous to click call.

“Hey Spence! I have a question for you, what are you up to tonight?” Y/n says to her best friend Spencer Reid, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice from the genius profiler on the other end of the line.

“Hi Y/n, I was thinking about having Doctor Who marathon and maybe reading some Chaucer, but I’m honestly free, why?”

Okay, now Y/n has no excuse to hang up and forget any of this ever happened, Spencer’s free, which means he can totally come to a ballroom dance class with her this evening.

“I know this isn’t something you’re usually into, but I signed up for this ballroom dancing class, and I didn’t realize I needed to bring a partner with me, all the girls are busy and I have no one to go with, so I was, um, wondering if you would come with me, please Spencer?”

“Oh Y/n you know I would do anything for you, but I’m really not the dancing type, you don’t want to see me dance, trust me, I wish I could help, I’m sorry.”

Y/n has to frantically turn this around, because Spencer is her last option, she tries to use what she’s actually good at, profiling. Her mind jumps to a few months ago, she had been in the elevator with Luke and Spencer, her and Luke having a conversation about their weekends, and they'd been playfully teasing each other, you know, as friends do. After the elevator ride, Spencer had been so grumpy and confrontational towards you for hours, Garcia teased you for days about Spencer’s obvious crush on you, but you figured he was just sleep-deprived or stressed about his mother, you know, plausible reasons for Spencer to be distressed.

“Alright Spencer thanks for telling me, you know I’m thinking about Luke to come with me, he looks like the kind of guy that would be good at ballroom dancing, you know? I’ll give him a call right now. Anyone, thanks-”

“Wait, you know what, maybe I can spare the time after all Y/n, I’d hate for you to have to go with Luke, plus, you never know when ballroom dancing might come up on a case, I’ll go with you.”

Y/n smirks to herself, honestly shocked that had worked but excited to tell Penelope about it when she gets the chance.

“Spencer thank you so much! I owe you one, can I pick you up at 6:30? The class starts at 7.”

“Yes I believe that will work fine, should I wear something special, I obviously don’t think I have the correct ballroom dancing attire but uh, I’ll try and find something appropriate, see you then Y/n.” The click of the phone hanging up makes Y/n realize the truth of the current matter. To be honest, Y/n has had a huge crush on Spencer for years, like a lot of years, she had been secretly thrilled when Garcia decided that Spencer was pining for Y/n as well, but she had kept it hidden, not letting herself belief that someone as handsome, funny, and brilliant as Spencer would ever be interested in someone like her. No matter how many times Spencer says he isn’t the dancing type, Y/n is sure she’ll be twice as awkward and ungraceful, but she lets herself, for just a split second, think that in a few hours she’ll be dancing with Spencer, pressed up against his lean but muscled torso. Y/n isn’t ready for this, that’s for sure, but she only has a few hours to get ready for the class, she better get started.

“Spence! Thanks again for coming with me, if it makes you feel any better, dancing isn’t really my thing either, it’s part of my ridiculous New Years Resolution to learn new hobbies that don’t involve studying the likelihood someone will become a cold blooded serial killer, I figured ballroom dancing might be fun.”

“I’m sure you’ll be great Y/n, there are very few things you aren’t good at, I’d despise you if you weren’t so funny and nice, its unbelievable.”

Y/n laughs and hides her blushing cheeks as Spencer’s words sink in, he thinks she’s funny and cute. It’s embarrassing really, Y/n is a 35 year old woman, laughing and blushing over a simple conversation with her best friend who she has a goddamn crush on, it’s like high school all over again. Before long Y/n pulls into the dance studio, feeling anxious but rather excited, which when she thinks about it, is how she feels whenever she’s around Spencer. “You alright Y/n?” Spencer asks, noticing she seems rather pale and sweaty all of a sudden.

“Yes Spencer, I’m just feeling rather anxious to go in for some reason. It’s funny isn’t it? We’re FBI agents, we follow armed unsubs into darkened basements and chase down psychopaths in high speed car chases, but I can’t seem to get over the fact that I’m going to look ridiculous in there, and everyone is going to judge me.”

“Oh Y/n, it’s totally okay to be feeling anxious about something like this. Did you know that 6.8% of the United States population suffer from social anxiety disorder, which is characterized by intense anxiety of being judged in a social situation, and obviously not everyone who feels anxious in a situation like this has the disorder, so it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Plus, don’t you worry, remember this is a beginners ballroom dance class, I’m absolutely sure that every single one of the people in this class are sitting in their cars nervous about the same things you are right now. Besides, if even one person judges you, we can employ the one and only Penelope Garcia to totally legally cyber stalk them and embarrass them back, that’ll teach them to mess with the BAU.” Y/n giggles, she knows Spencer is too respectful to ever sick the powers of Garcia on anybody, but his joke does it’s job, it gets her to laugh, and she feels that she can overcome her anxiety and enter the class now, which is good because it’s 6:58 and she’s really not looking to be late. By the time the two of them walk into the class just as the clock chimes 7 p.m., the room is already filled. It’s a large room with high ceilings, it’s well lit but not overly bright, and there are two people at the front who are obviously the teachers, the man being the one Y/n had spoken to on the phone earlier that day.

“Welcome to the ballroom dancing class! This class is a no-judgement space and it’s specially designed for beginners, so don’t feel nervous, we are going to take you step by step and by the end, you’ll be on your way to being a great ballroom dancer! Spencer leads Y/n to the middle of the room, not the very back but not the front either, which Y/n is grateful for. As the class begins, Y/n realizes that somehow, she and Spencer had not been shockingly off the map with their choice of attire. She had read an article that recommended a loose skirt or pants with a comfortable blouse for females, and a dress shirt with dress pants for males, she assumes Spencer and probably most of the others in this class had read a similar article. She does notice that Spencer is the only man in the room wearing a tie, which is so on-brand for Spencer that it makes Y/n smile, Spencer is always the best dressed member of the team, wearing formal wear every single day, even when they’re not on a case. Y/n likes the teachers more than she expected to, she expected them to be bossy and pretentious, plus the man on the phone had been border line rude, but they are kind and explain each move in detail, so even Y/n and Spencer can keep up. They haven’t done anything too awkward yet, they’ve spent a while warming up, the teachers explaining that they must be warmed up because ballroom dancing takes more muscles and flexibility than one might think, and they don’t want anyone pulling a muscle or injuring themselves in any way.

“Imagine that,” Spencer whispers to Y/n “I can see it now, Emily disappointedly asking why I have a sprained ankle, and we have to shamefully admit that we were ballroom dancing.” Y/n laughs just a little too loud earning her and Spencer dirty looks from the older couples around them, which honestly causes them to laugh more.

“Alright, it’s time for us to turn to our partners, the taller partner should place their hand on the back of the shorter partner’s shoulder, they should place their hand on the front of the taller’s shoulder. The couple should hold hands with their other hands.” Y/n’s lessened nervous feelings come back full force when she realizes this is the moment she’d been anticipating, she’s about to be holding hands with Spencer and dancing with him. Spencer waits for Y/n to make the first move, she places her hand on the front of his right shoulder after she nods at him, getting his consent to do so.

“You can put your hand around my shoulder, Spencer, it’s alright.” Y/n says with a hint of teasing in her voice, but she’s secretly very happy that Spencer is so respectful and doesn’t want to push her past her boundaries or anything, he’s so sweet. Spencer nods and Y/n sees just the hint of a blush on his face, she assumes she’s adorned with the same by now, which deepens when she feel Spencer’s strong hand wrap around her shoulder and stay there. The two of them raise their free hands and intertwine them, this surely isn’t the way Y/n had imagined the first time she holds hands with Spencer, and she’s imagined it a lot if she’s being honest with herself. They’re then instructed to start moving their feet back and forth, just back and forth, Y/n can handle this. It’s awkward at first, Spencer steps on Y/n foot then profusely apologizes, which Y/n finds adorable, but they get it rather quickly, and they sink into a rather choppy rhythm, but a rhythm nonetheless.

“You’re doing great Y/n, see, I told you you’d be good at this.” Y/n smiles up at Spencer and their eyes meet, it’s all of a sudden like they’re the only two people in the room, the other couples and the teachers fading into the background as the two of them find themselves enamored with each other. It’s honestly something unlike anything Y/n has ever experienced, she feels more comfortable in Spencer’s arms in this moment than she ever could have expected she’d feel at a dance class. She’s suddenly overwhelmingly graceful that the BAU girls had been out of town, this moment is nearly magical and it ends too soon for both Y/n and Spencer, judging by the disappointed looks on their faces that they both try and hide. The class is over so fast it’s almost laughable, Y/n had spent so much time being anxious about something that she actually enjoyed, how ironic. There’s a sort of silence that follows Y/n and Spencer as they descend the stairs and walk out into the parking lot to Y/n’s car. It’s bordering on awkward silence by the time Y/n is pulling out of the lot to drive Spencer home. “Did you have fun Y/n?” Spencer asks, Y/n grateful that he finally had the courage to break the strong tension the silence had created.

“You know what Spencer, I really did, I can’t thank you enough for coming with me, I was thinking about just blowing off the whole thing.”

“Thank you for inviting me, you better not tell the team this, but I enjoyed myself too.”

“Dr. Spencer Reid likes ballroom dancing! I can just see the headlines now! The unsubs are terrified!” Spencer laughs and playfully swats Y/n’s arm in response to her unabashed teasing. The two of them are about 10 minutes out from Spencer’s house when he suddenly asks Y/n to take a turn in the opposite direction, leading them to a park.

“Spencer what’s up? What are we doing here?” Y/n says in confusion, she’s been to this park before a few times, with Spencer actually, they’d gotten coffee here when they were getting to know each other years earlier.

Spencer gets out of the car and they walk in the summer evening, it’s almost dark but not so dark that Y/n feels unnerved by the absence of light. They sit down on a park bench not far from Y/n’s car before Spencer begins speaking. “What you said about New Years resolutions earlier, it got me thinking, we’ve known each other for almost five years now Y/n, and in that time I’ve been to jail, gotten out of jail, been reinstated, and seen enough horror for a lifetime, you’ve been through a hell of a lot too, but here we are, and that’s why I need to tell you this. You don’t have to say anything, but I don’t express my feelings enough, I guess I’m afraid of getting disappointed, but I need you to know.”

Y/n’s heart is racing with the same combination of nervousness and excitement that characterizes her moments with Spencer, but now it feels exaggerated, because she can’t remember another time she’s seen Spencer like this, so honest.

“You can tell me anything Spencer.” She says to him and he nods, grabbing her hand lightly, which makes Y/n’s heart jump almost dangerously.

“I’ve never met someone that makes me feel like you do Y/n. I know there’s no such thing as a perfect person, it’s impossible in every definition of the word, but if there were, it would be you. Your imperfections only add to your perfection, you’re hilarious, brave, kind, brilliant, and gorgeous. You’re the most independent and strong woman I’ve ever met in my life, you inspire me every single day to be the best I can be and when I look at you, any doubt I have about if I’m doing what I’m meant to be doing in life disappears, because I met you, I’ve been falling in love with you over the last five years Y/n. The first time I realized how much I cared for you was right here, we were drinking coffee and you saw a kid fall of his skateboard across the way, you jumped up and helped him right away, and I suddenly realized, wow I could fall in love with her. It terrifies me but I have to get this out, because who knows what is going to happen tomorrow, it could be my last day on this Earth, and the thought of leaving this life without telling you how I feel is more terrifying than any unsub I’ve ever come into contact with. I know this must be a lot for you to take in, but just say the word and we can forget any of this ever happened, I will never stop being your best friend Y/n, and if that’s all you want me to be, then that’s all I will ever be.” Y/n finds herself with tears in her eyes, Spencer’s loving words making her extremely emotional, too good to be true. She knows she needs to respond before Spencer begins regretting telling her all of that, but she doesn’t know how to respond in a way that would ever accurately express her feelings towards the amazing man in front of her. Y/n leans forward and kisses Spencer, attaching their lips together firmly but not over aggressively. Spencer seems startled but leans into the kiss after a split second, he reaches up to cup Y/n’s face and she reaches her hand up to tangle her hand in the back of Spencer’s hard, causing him to let out just the smallest noise of pleasure. The kiss ends too soon, the two of them breathing way too heavily after just a 15 second kiss, their eyes glazed over as they look at each other passionately.

“I love you Spencer Reid” Y/n says, feeling like she’s in a dream, the words that had been hanging over her head for the last five years had just left her lips, and she momentarily worries that the last 10 minutes had been some sort of daydream, and Spencer would laugh in her face and walk away.

“I love you Y/n Y/l/n.” She says back. They sit there in silence for who knows how long, it honestly could have been hours and the two of them wouldn’t be any the wiser. They eventually get back into Y/n’s car, the two of them having seen way too many late-night park abductions and murders to allow them to stay any longer. As they’re pulling up to Spencer’s apartment building Y/n says teasingly,

“So Spencer, I’m guessing you’ll be accompanying me to the next ballroom dance class, would that be okay? Or should I ask Luke?” Even in the dim light of the car Y/n can see Spencer’s eyes darken almost imperceptibly, most likely with jealousy of hearing Luke’s name once again. He grabs Y/n’s hand and responds “You’re mine and I’m yours now Y/n, I’ll ballroom dance with you for the rest of my life if that’s what you want, and Luke Alvez surely isn’t lucky enough to ballroom dance with the goddess that is you, text me when you get home please, goodnight.” Y/n giggles and lets Spencer kiss her hand like a true gentleman. Driving home she feels like she’s in a trance, this evening having been better than she ever imagined. Ballroom dancing, who knew?

[3laxx]

I am Home

Amity once again wrote something down and somehow, Luz found a little comfort in Amity being distracted. It made dying so normal, so insignificant. It took some of the fear and anxiety Luz felt when thinking about these being her final moments. She didn’t like the thought of this being her abrupt end. She didn’t like seeing this as her final moments. Amity carrying on as if it was normal made her feel relaxed, even reassured. --- After getting injured in an ambush, Luz needs to hear Amity's voice one final time.

TRIGGER WARNING - BLOOD - INJURY - DEATH

Okay, I hope that's enough warnings. With that being said, I hope you enjoy crying and angst! For all those hoping, no, this Oneshot ends in death. No happy ending this time, as much as it hurts. But that's the point of this Oneshot! I had a good cry and honestly enjoyed writing this rather calm, super sad piece. Have a good read!

Ao3 / FF.net

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Groaning, Luz sunk to her knees and clutched her middle.

She had been surprised by an ambush of the Emperor’s forces and while she had fought them all off and killed most of his cloned guards, one had still managed to get her.

Warm blood splattered against her hand and whenever she tried lifting her hand off, she heard a sickening squelching sound. She knew, with a wound like this, the next healers wouldn’t reach her in time. Unfortunately, she was all out of healing glyphs, and for her errands she hadn’t packed papers and a pen, feeling too confident.

Her healing magic probably wasn’t strong enough for a stab of that size, anyway. She could heal scratches and lessen the pain on broken bones, but she doubted she could do anything against blood loss or organ damage.

This was too advanced for her.

Huffing, she slowly lied down and tried relaxing, while summoning her scroll phone. For a short moment, she considered calling the Healers Coven, but they wouldn’t come here in time. She was deep in the woods. Even if they found her, they’d just be able to lessen the pain leading to her death but not save her.

It was hopeless. This time there wasn’t an out. She knew this was it.

All the times before she had managed to find a way back home, but the Owl House was a long way down this road. Even if she called her family now, they wouldn’t be able to get to her in time.

No staff was fast enough to fly to her, no healing glyph strong enough. Not even Amity could do it, Luz was sure.

Amity.

Her shaky fingers smeared blood on the scroll when she dialed her number, without really knowing what she was doing. She had to hear her one last time she supposed.

The scroll fell next to her head, the call switching to speaker, and the dialing tone ripped through the air. Luz coughed.

She had some minutes left. For a brief moment, she wondered if this would be enough time for Amity to pick up, but usually, the witchling was quick with answering calls.

It felt like an eternity, while Luz pressed her hands to her wound and waited for Amity to pick up her call. Usually, that happened faster, right? Maybe it didn’t, and it just felt like it to Luz. Maybe it wasn’t as long usually, though. What was she doing?

Suddenly, the line clicked and Amity’s voice interrupted the night air, making Luz exhale slightly.

“… Luz?”, she carefully asked and the teenager smiled, then she turned her head to the phone so Amity could hear her, trying her best not to choke.

“Hey Amity!”, she didn’t quite hit the cheerful tone she usually had.

“Hey, what’s up? You sound kinda sad?”

That truly made Luz chuckle. Well, if Amity thought she was sad that’d be a good cover. She decided to go with that, just to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, well, I’m a little homesick, yeah. But don’t worry. How are you?”

Amity audibly shrugged, then a quill scratched across paper. Doing homework. Luz would die to homework. That only made her chuckle more, even if it resulted in a cough which she quickly covered up.

“… Doing homework.”, Amity explained, then the quill stopped, “What about you?”

“Stargazing.”, Luz quickly lied. Technically she was doing that, looking up to the night sky and the twinkling stars. She didn’t have to tell her that she was also dying. Or well, maybe she could, “… And I’m dying.”

Amity’s loud laughter filled the air and Luz found this surreal situation so ironic, she had to laugh with her.

“Yeah, mood.”, Amity replied. She wouldn’t ever regret teaching her that, “Did you do your abomination homework already?”

Luz grimaced. Even if she had already done it, she wouldn’t ever hand it in. In every sentence, she suddenly found finality, a sort of bittersweet ending.

“Nah, not yet. Need help?”

The snort coming from Amity lit up her heart instantly, and she smiled at that. Over the phone, Amity could be so normal with her, while in school she began spluttering. Luz wished she could’ve done anything against her nervosity, especially since she had enjoyed talking to her. But Luz knew that Amity was crushing on her, hard, it wasn’t exactly a secret.

Yet, she had never understood why Amity was actually in love with her. Back at home, she had always been the weirdo, with no friends, and here she had just been the human.

She supposed it was a phase. She hoped it was.

“No thanks, I just wanted to check if you were doing it. Don’t forget it, alright?”

Luz wouldn’t forget it until the end of her life. Her own joke made her laugh.

“Okay, I won’t forget it.”, she heard Amity’s quill scratching on the paper again, but she had some other things to get off her chest still, “… Hey Amity?”

The witchling stopped writing again only to start again, and the seconds pulled to a minute. Luz didn’t have the time, so she tried again.

“Amity?”

This time, the witchling reacted, although distracted.

“Yes, what is it?”, she asked and Luz wished she could tell her all the things in her head. Like, if she wasn’t dying right now, she’d just run up and kiss her tomorrow.

Life was frail, she realized, and too short. She should’ve moved faster. She should’ve told her mother that she missed and loved her more. She should’ve kissed and cuddled King more. She should’ve listened to Hooty’s stories at least once. She should’ve thanked Eda more often, for mentoring her and taking her in, feeding her, and giving her a roof.

She should’ve told Amity how she felt right at the start.

“Luz?”, Amity’s voice reached her again and Luz flinched, then she cleared her throat.

“Sorry, yeah. I just wanted to-… Wanted to say how beautiful the stars are.”

A short silence filled the line, then she heard Amity chuckling.

“Did you raid Eda’s apple blood stash?”

Almost offended, Luz huffed, then she replied while shaking her head.

“I’m not drunk! I just-…”, again, she paused, searching for the right words, “Sometimes, a star doesn’t seem too obvious, you know… Sometimes you look up there a hundred times and don’t see that particular star, but when you suddenly find it, it’s so bright.”

Amity once again wrote something down and somehow, Luz found a little comfort in Amity being distracted. It made dying so normal, so insignificant. It took some of the fear and anxiety Luz felt when thinking about these being her final moments.

She didn’t like the thought of this being her abrupt end. She didn’t like seeing this as her final moment. Amity carrying on as if it was normal made her feel relaxed, even reassured.

“… That sounds nice, Luz.”, the witchling finally said, her voice so softly. Luz couldn’t get over how affectionate that sounded. Amity had it bad for her and she had just ignored that.

She hadn’t known she’d die today, so why should she have made a step towards her and just caused problems? In school, with her parents, with everyone?

Luz had liked keeping it the way it had been and now she regretted it so badly, but telling Amity how she felt now would just be cruel. Giving her false hopes, only to die on her.

Gritting her teeth, Luz flinched again, the dizziness now slowly coming.

Somehow, she wished she could stretch this moment, make it last longer, draw this out. Make more conversation with Amity, just continued talking until death would forget to take her.

“Hey, Amity? You should grow out your roots.”

This had more meanings than one, Luz realized just when she said it. For a moment, the quill stopped again and she heard Amity turning away and muffling her splutters. So she could still fluster her through the phone, that was good to know.

“… Wh-What do you mean?”, she asked once she had stopped freaking out and somehow regained her composure. Luz smiled.

“Your hair. You should grow out the dye. I think that’d look a lot better, actually. Not that you look bad now, not at all, you look very pretty. But I’m wondering how it’d look without the green, you know?”

Once again, she had to give Amity some time to relax and calm down, but she couldn’t have withheld that from her. She had to tell her someday, or some moment, and since she didn’t have much of them left it had to be now.

“… Y-You think I’m p-pretty?”, she softly whispered and Luz chuckled at that, nodding.

“Yeah. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.”, she slipped up and Amity coughed, before forcing her voice to calm down. Luz pulled a grimace. She shouldn’t have said that. Giving false hopes was the worst type of heartbreak.

“Th-Thank you…”, Amity mumbled, then Luz cleared her throat.

“Amity?”

“Yes?”, she breathed and Luz was almost disappointed she had started paying more attention to her.

“I-… I was just wondering if we had any assignments in illusions, but then I realized that’s stupid to ask you.”, she stuttered, flailing for an excuse. She almost heard the disappointment deflating Amity’s shoulders.

“Oh. Yeah, since, I don’t take that class. Right.”

Luz grimaced at her muttering that, but she couldn’t give her false hopes. She could at least tell her she was pretty, though.

“I miss my mom.”, Luz suddenly said and tears welled up in her eyes. Only now she realized that she wouldn’t ever see her again. Or the human realm. Or Eda or King or Hooty or anyone for that matter.

Amity’s quill once again lifted as she diverted her attention back to Luz who started choking, “She-… She must think I’m missing. Kidnapped, o-or ran away, or-”

“Luz?”, choking and biting back sobs, Luz held her breath. When she opened her eyes again, she couldn’t see the stars anymore due to her tears clouding them, “I’m sure she misses you, too, but you can’t get hung up with what she’ll think. You will make your way back and relieve her of that worry, okay?”

Luz nodded and choked again, sniffling, then she tried breathing through.

“O-Okay, right. Yeah, you’re right. Thanks.”

She also missed Eda already. And Willow. And Gus. She would never walk through Hexside again and try out glyphs. She would never learn magic again. Her hand found her bag and a small light glyph emerged from it when she tapped it, hovering up above her and warming her somewhat, by chasing away the darkness.

“You’re soft, Amity Blight.”, she stated, It wasn’t a tease, it was a fact. Amity was soft and kind and caring and not even her parents could harden her heart.

She listened to Amity drawing a breath and getting ready to banter, bite something back, but Luz smiled, “… Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise…”, she breathed, her eyes fixating on the light orb while her vision blurred, not only from the tears anymore.

Amity hesitated, she could hear her thinking, then she finally answered.

“… Thank you.”, all that Luz heard from her voice was honesty. Clear gratefulness.

“You’re a really good person, okay? Don’t let anyone take that from you.”

Another hesitation, then Amity smiled. Luz knew, she could hear it in her voice.

“You, too, Luz.”

It took a moment for Luz to understand what was going on. She was actually dying. She was dying and she had no way of worming her way out of this one, and she had no time left. Her vision was swimming. A second and third light glyph accompanied the first one and she hiccupped, watching the orbs dancing above her with a blurred vision.

She wouldn’t have enough time to do all the things she wanted to do still. She wouldn’t have the time to grow up and get together with Amity and she surely wouldn’t ever be a real witch.

Hiccupping and choking again, Luz turned to her side, the scroll phone Eda had shown her to summon lying on the grass next to her.

“A-Amity…”, she forced and immediately, the quill paused.

“Luz, is everything alright? You sound-”

“W-Would you go do my bucket list with me?”, she asked and Amity held her breath. Breathing out, Luz tried to steady her voice, “I’ve got a few things to do, that I wanna do in my life, and I thought maybe you had a bucket list as well. So we could do that together.”

The girl didn’t respond for a while and Luz almost thought she wouldn’t ever hear Amity’s response.

“… Yes, sure. What’s something you’d wanna do?”, Amity asked and Luz huffed, hoping so badly that Amity wouldn’t grow suspicious.

“I wanna be a real witch.”, she began, when Amity already interrupted her cheerfully.

“Check that off then!”

Luz chuckled and curled up a little, growling in pain but luckily, the line didn’t pick that up.

“… And-… I wanna read the new Azura Book that’ll come out this fall.”

Amity giggled at that.

“It’s still so far until then…”, she said wistfully, not realizing that for her, it was a long time but for Luz, it was an impossible wait. She’d never know how her favorite story would continue, and if Azura and Hecate would ever get together.

“I wanna go sky diving and skiing.”, she then said, running out of things to say but she just wanted to carry on the conversation, with anything, everything. Amity chuckled at that and the quill scratched again.

“We could do that.”

“What’s something you wanna do, then?”, Luz asked gingerly her vision already failing and her feet starting to feel really cold. Please, just a moment more, she found herself begging, just a moment.

“… I wanna-… Skip school, I think.”

Laughing, Luz felt her vision darkening until the light glyphs she had conjured only shone through as faint glimmers.

“Skip school?”, she groaned, and Amity took it as a joke.

“Well, yeah. Everybody expects me to do well everywhere, I kinda wanna rebel a little.”, she said, almost offended and Luz was quick to scramble and reassure her.

“I-I get that, absolutely. Wanna smash things up?”

Amity laughed at that and Luz managed a smile.

“Kinda, yeah. But that can wait.”

Luz groaned softly, then she pressed her forehead against the grass, trying so hard to stay conscious just a while longer.

“… Another thing you w-wanna do in your life?”

Amity stayed silent for a while before the quill was scratching again for another note.

“… I wanna kiss someone. I’ve never kissed someone before.”

Luz didn’t expect her to be so honest. Maybe her comment from before had given Amity the courage, or the phone call that allowed her not to look at Luz. She huffed and blinked, the scroll phone slowly blurring as well.

“… Me neither.”, she said but didn’t indulge in anything else. She wouldn’t promise Amity a kiss. She couldn’t. Her time was running out, fast, and there was no way she’d come out of this.

That also meant her bucket list was for nothing. This was it. She wouldn’t ever do any of those things, not even a last one. Her moments were getting shorter and her breath was running out. Panicking, Luz grasped for straws.

“… What’s something I can do right now?”, she asked and Amity once again hesitated, making Luz grit her teeth.

“… Hm, right now?”

Luz nodded, then she forced out a hum, her eyes failing, her body shutting down.

Amity’s quill scratched again, and Luz almost found it more distressing than it had been comforting earlier.

“Right now you could-… Let out a scream. Or-… Or you could write a poem.”, Amity shrugged, obviously distracted. Luz closed her eyes, trying to stretch out her consciousness as far as she could.

“… I wanna see my Mama.”, she wheezed, making Amity shift, probably to get closer to her phone and hear what Luz was doing.

“Luz, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just-… A little cold. I’ll go home soon.”, she tried, and even if Amity didn’t sound convinced when she hummed, Luz continued, “I could-… Make my legacy right now.”

That tickled out a laugh from both of them, even if Luz felt blind. She was spitballing at this point and didn’t even know what she said anymore, the pain clouding her mind.

“What’s your legacy then?”

For a moment, a small, scary moment, Luz felt herself falling unconscious, before waking up again. Her heart fluttered. The moment came close when she’d collapse and be no more.

“I-… I made a lot of true friends in an unlikely place for a human.”

“You learned magic, which we thought to be impossible.”, Amity added and Luz chuckled.

“… I befriended you.”, she finally said and Amity hummed at that.

“I suppose you did.”

Luz grinned when she felt her life flashing before her eyes. It wasn’t scary, and it wasn’t the last she’d see. She did it on purpose, thinking about growing up, loving her Mama, getting lost in fantasy worlds. And then coming here. Grom, for example.

“I danced.”, she said and Amity nodded, she could hear her hair rustling while she wrote something down again.

“We danced.”, the witchling corrected and Luz almost coughed.

“We danced.”, she repeated, then she smiled to herself. The world was gone, everything was dark even if she opened her eyes, and her throat was burning. Her body was giving in.

“… I won’t ever forget that.”, she finally forced out and a lump formed in her throat when her heart stuttered once more, “Thank you.”

Again, Amity wrote something, then she mumbled a reply back.

“I won’t ever forget that as well. Maybe we’ll have another chance to dance at Grom.”

Luz smiled, her heart fluttering and missing beats again.

“… Maybe…”, she breathed, then Amity hummed. It was the most beautiful sound she heard while the noises around her dulled.

The witchling then hesitated again, before leaning closer. Luz supposed she heard her ragged breathing.

“… I think I’m falling asleep.”, she slurred, her eyes widely opened but unseeing, “… Sorry.”

“Luz, you should get home.”, Amity chuckled and Luz felt a lone tear rolling down her temple and into her hair, feeling so happy at hearing her laughing like that. It sounded like bells to her, so beautiful and clear.

“… I am home.”, she softly stated, more to herself than to Amity.

“Well then get up and inside, it’s getting cold.”

Amity didn’t realize immediately that Luz hadn’t heard her say that anymore. It stayed silent in the line while she had concentrated on her homework, secretly a little glad that Luz had taken a break so she could have the necessary focus to finish her essay, but when she had added the last sentence, the silence became unnerving.

Shouldn’t she at least have heard Luz getting up? Or Eda calling for her?

“Luz?”, she asked after a few minutes, but she didn’t get an answer. Leaning closer, she also didn’t hear anything. If Luz was sleeping, the scroll phone didn’t pick up the noises anymore. Apparently, Luz was a quiet sleeper.

She chuckled and smiled to herself, looking at the profile picture of the ongoing call that was shown, Luz, lifting a peace sign at the camera. Her brown eyes were twinkling as lively as ever and her smile was breathtaking. Luz had grabbed her scroll phone from her that day and just shot this selfie. She could even see her hand in the background when she was chasing after and reaching back for her phone.

To this day, Amity adored this picture. Luz had been so playful and happy that day. Just acting as if they had known each other for years now.

Smirking to herself, Amity put her homework away and got ready for bed. Brushing her teeth, getting into her pajamas – but not without a nervous look back to her scroll phone, hoping it wouldn’t randomly and unreasonably jump to video call – and snuggling herself in before propping her phone up so she could look at Luz’s face a little more.

She hadn’t actually thought Luz would call her pretty today. Her comment sure had thrown her off somewhat, but she couldn’t contain her giddiness about this. Maybe she could finally get the courage together to ask Luz on a date tomorrow. And maybe they’d be together by the end of the week. Maybe they could even kiss by next week.

Amity sighed and smiled, again, her heart feeling so warm and content.

Luz’s call had come from nowhere but she supposed her crush had just looked up at the stars and gotten melancholic. Or maybe she had wished for company, her company. Amity once again squealed. Luz had longed for her company.

Well, maybe. She didn’t want to cook up any rumors.

With that thought she slowly fell asleep, beginning to doze a little before sleep would take her. Her bed was soft and warm and her plans for tomorrow were big. Luz had said she was pretty, so she had a chance, right?

With a smile, Amity pulled the blanket tighter around her, sleep beginning to engulf her while the line of the call became silent.

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So I'll be getting some tissues byee

[haiyuta]

Study Session || Felix

Summary: Failing Transfiguration was not what you expected in your 7th year or having to be tutored by a Gryffindor named Felix.

word count: 4k || Hogwarts au, lots of felix rings, accent, fingering, hj, kissing, teasing, 

a/n: I promised a abo chan but here is a felix smut cause he does things to me...I HAD TO look at this boy hes amazing. I do hogwarts au no justice

Placing your bag on the desk you let out a small huff sitting next to your fellow Slytherin housemate and friend. Minho glanced at you taking out your Transfiguration book 7th-year edition. The only subject you were failing at a rapid pace it was almost comical.

"Well good morning to you I didn't see you at breakfast," he hummed taking out his book.

"Yeah I slept in I was studying all night," you replied. The class hummed with talking from your fellow classmates. "I want to get good marks on my newts I just," you huffed leaning back your mind racing.

"Hey maybe I can help you," Minho said pushing his arm at the back of his chair.

"Maybe," you trailed off looking at the group of red robes that entered the room. Gyfindors you rolled your eyes. Pretnigous and cocky. A dark brown hair one Chan he was loud, to say the least, a captain of the quidditch team he boosted often how much they won. Next to him with dyed blond hair the quieter one  Felix next to him.

Blinking you rolled your eyes when Chan gave you a small nod toward your direction. His motto this year was trying to get houses more 'together'. Yeah right.

"So full of themselves," Minho whispered under his breath. You grinned agreeing with him. "But I heard that Felix kid has amazing marks recently," he added.

Class dragged on slow you tried to understand how the more advanced Transfiguration worked but it felt like a block like you couldn't understand.

"Make sure to do your 2 feet essay by next week," the teacher said. Huffing you got up putting away your books and papers.

"Miss Y/n could you please stay back," the teacher spoke. Eyeing Minho you clenched your fist already knowing what was coming.

"Save me a seat at lunch," you whispered to him. You went to her desk her hands folded glaring up at you.  

"Well miss y/n I've seen your essays and your struggle with this more advanced material," she stated.

Folding your hands in front of your skirt you nodded. "Yes professor I just need to work harder it's almost fall I know I can get back on track," you affirmed.

"As you know this is class is important for the newts I wouldn't like to see you fail this subject," she said. You nodded agreeing silently. "So I asked my best student to help you he didn't have any extra electives and always very helpful," she said.

"Like a tutor," you asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes Felix is a great student and took an interest in tutoring some of the younger students you'll be his first in his year to tutor," she explained.

"Felix," you said his name out loud. The blond that's always with Chan.

"Yes I believe he'll teach you well," she said.

You frown your brows remembering what Minho said "actually Minho said he would be interested in helping me since he's in my house we probably can work better," you quickly made an excuse.

"Minho is almost at risk of being tutored himself now he'll meet you in the library at 7 and I hope to see some improvement," she eyed you.

You rolled your shoulders "I'll try," you said going back to your desk.

"And Miss.Y/n Felix is quite nice don't let house rivalry stop you from learning something new," she said. Nodding you quickly left hoping Felix would just tutor you and leave.

"So after dinner, you have to study," Minho asked picking at the food.

You looked at your close friend "yeah the library at 7 she said," you told him. Eyeing the table Chan was facing you his friend across from him. Even though you've been at Hogwarts a magical school Felix didn't come here till 6th year making him even more of a mystery.

Eyeing the large clock it was already 6 45 seeing Felix wave bye to his house walking out of the great hall.

"Be optimistic," he laughed grabbing a cupcake taking a bite out of it.

"Yeah I'll you see back in the common room," you huffed grabbing your bag. Walking through the halls you eyed the paintings and the movement going down one hall then another till the library came into view.

The library was quiet as you walked in eyeing the large halls looking for Felix. A few rows in you spotted a red tie and blond hair. He was concentrating on the book he was reading a book. Your mind racing for no good reason as you approached him "Hi you must be Felix," you said clutching your bag to the side.

Facing you he had a smile making his brown eyes go into small suns "Yes I am and you're Y/n right," his deep voice made your spine shiver. You noted he had an Australian accent just like Chan you will ask about that later.

You felt heat crawl from the back of your neck up to your ears "Yeah," you said slipping in the chair next to him.

"Okay well I heard you're failing in Transfiguration," he said in concern.

Rolling your eyes away "Not by much it's just," you huffed suddenly feeling inferior under his gaze. "It's a little confusing," you replied.

Nodding his head his deep eyes slide to you to the book "okay well we'll go back to the basics of last year and see where it's all going wrong okay," he spoke fluidly nodding.

Felix spoke smoothly explaining everything with delicate detail. He was amazing at explaining the more difficult system willing more magical power.

"So you see when you use it it's important you reread each spell a few times these are completed any mispronounce or missed word will make it fail," he said pointing to the book. You noted he had a large silver ring on his middle finger. Your heart leaped a little seeing how small they were. You bite your lip trying not to gush at him and focus on his words. "Since we are transforming harder items it takes more will to make them what you want we'll go over actual spells later," he explained.

Staring at him intently you nodded stretching a little you've been in the position for an hour going over the more important topic. "Yeah we should," you agree.

"Now I know we have our essay due soon if you want you can write and I can look over it," with a charming smile on his lips.

"That sounds good I don't have to meet Minho until later," you said taking out some paper.

Working in mostly silence he helped you fix some parts and made sure you kept the essay on track. "Thank you," you mumbled actually learning a lot from this small study session.

"You're welcome how about we study on Saturday," he said.

Giving a small smile back clutching your book in your hands. "Sure thanks again," you said waving bye. Your stomach slightly fluttering for an unknown reason as you quickly walked back to the Slytherin dorms.

The next time you met Felix was night. Browsing the shelves you spotted him sitting by a window seat his blond hair pushed back and his robes were fitted and clean.

Looking up he smiled he waved over to him you blush realizing you were staring at him. Sitting next to him he smoothly opened the conversation up.

"Well good Saturday to you," he said his voice deep slightly groggy it seemed he just woke up. By the wave he had a small red mark on his face he was probably sleeping. His voice and his just woke up voice made you shiver.

"It was the one day we got to go to Hogsmeade so I'm happy," you grinned gliding in the seat next to him.

"Oh yeah here," he said handing you a small wooden case.

Eyeing it you raised an eyebrow "for me," you asked.

"Well I didn't know 7th years still use sugar quills I think this better one will keep you writing better," he winked handing you the box. He looked away going back to his work.

It was a quill inside the box a nice one, to say the least. "Thank you," you mumbled feeling the back of your neck heat up.

"You're welcome," He quirked an eyebrow "I actually wanted to review your essay before class if that's okay," he said.

"Yeah sure," you said still in a daze from the gift, pulling from your bag your essay.

"Oh wow when she said two feet you took that super literally," he hummed his deep voice chuckling as he looked at you two-page essay. You spotted his that was at least 4 pages.

Felix reviewed it making a few notes on the paper. You tried not to stare but he was reviewing your work and he looked so focused. You hope he thought it was good. "I think you should look up more on the human-animal area it's a little unclear but overall good," a wide smile lit his face.

"Um, where would you think I should cut out," you asked wondering where he meant.

Felix scooted closer to you pointing at the area "here," he said. Suddenly he was close to you in your bubble but it felt so good. The scent of him so strong you couldn't place his cologne as he was explaining his mouth had a minty smell.

"What book would I reference," your voice broke out. Realizing your stomach was turning at how close he was.  

Felix reached over grabbing a book "I like this one it's the best one for the subject in my opinion," he spoke looking down at you. It was like slow motion as you drunk in Felix's features. From his lightly dusted freckles to his one cute crooked tooth.

"Um," you trailed off wanting to speak but couldn't. All you wanted was for him to capture your lips in a kiss wanting to see if his lips felt as soft as they looked.

"Y/n there you are," Minho said breaking you from your trance. You pulled back looking over at him.

Glaring "this is a library," you whispered yelled at your friend.

He huffed pulling out a chair plopping himself in it "sorry I was looking for you the party in the Hufflepuff dorm starts soon," he grinned leaning back. "They won their quidditch game and invited 5th years and up from all houses," he explained.

"Sorry I can't Felix was looking over my essay," you gently turned down your friend hoping you could spend a little more time with Felix.

"Oh it's fine I know parties are more fun than this," Felix spoke a tightly closed mouth smile he pulled.

"See even your tutor wants you to party," Minho said. "And I think that guy from Ravenclaw Seungmin is going," he teased causing you to glared at him. You knew Minho wouldn't let up if you didn't go.

"I'm sorry Felix cutting our tutoring short I'll finish up my essay tomorrow okay," you said.

Felix gave a look but a smile "It's fine I'll be here all day tomorrow if you have any questions," he said. Grabbing your bag a string of apologies came out as Minho took you by the arm dragging you out the room.

Felix sighed watching you walk away his tight smile slipped into a low frown as the moonlight from the large castle windows filled the area. 

"So you like like him," Minho said as you walked to dinner on Friday night. You puffed your cheeks heat rising slowly.

You learned a lot about Felix as he tutored you. He was from Australia and came to Hogwarts in his 6th year, he had freckles a nice laugh and welcoming. 

"I just get this fluttery feeling like when I kissed the exchange student Lucas at the Yule Ball," you explained.

"We're friends for now," you added. And it'll probably stay that way you added in your mind.

"Let's eat I have a study session for the newts," you hummed.

"Newts already we're almost out of Hogwarts, he whined sitting down.

You let your thoughts linger You're time at Hogwarts was almost done which was almost done it was a double edge sword. Going and being a wizard getting to work in different world departments. Then the reality of leaving weighed on your mind. Would you a Felix still be friends?

Gazing at him your eyes widen to see Felix facing you eating across was Chan but next to him a female by his side. She had a sparkling look in her eyes as she listened to Chan and Felix but more Felix.

Your stomach turned in distaste at the scene. Felix smiled at both of them as you looked on. You looked at your food trying to ignore the scene.

"So Minho what were you saying about Hogsmead," you said.

Minho gave you a look at you and back at him but decided to not question it "well I was saying," he continued.

Dinner ended and Felix walked out saying goodbye to his Chan and the girl his eyes searching for yours he gave you a small nod in your direction. It was common for him to do this but something about him just cuddling with the girl making you bubble with irrational anger.

"Time to study," you said grabbing your bag heading toward the library. Entering it was quiet only a few people around. You searched through the rows for Felix until you found him sitting in a back row by a window.

"Hey," you said breathlessly,

He gave a small smile back "hey," he responded.

You felt your heart clench looking at his arm where that girl touched him. You wanted to ask him about it but you stopped yourself. Felix isn't yours to claim.

Felix opened up some papers "I have the test newt so we'll go over this," he said putting the paper down.

It was nice to go over the newt the more you studied the more you realize how really hard it'll be. 

it went well but as you went you slowly went downhill as you started to get them wrong and wrong. "Y/n you seem distracted," Felix said stopping.

You gazed up at him "More than normal," you joked lightly feeling your heart clench at his handsome face.

"Funny," he gazed at you with those gentle eyes. The moon illuminated his blond hair making it look lavender.

"Is it your boyfriend," Felix asked staring at you.

You straighten your back confused by his statement "what boyfriend," you questioned back.

He pursed those plump lips up "Minho I think," he stared at you. His lips were in a fine line. 

"Oh he isn't my boyfriend he's just a really good friend," you defended yourself. A small teasing smile lifted to your face "and what about you Mr. I have a girl cuddling on me at dinner," you teased out your words biting back at jealously.

Felix glanced at you and chuckled "I wish I knew I know she's a 6th year I just couldn't tell her to fuck off," he responded. The tension between you two was growing you could feel it even your magic could feel the underline motive of your words.

"What a gentleman," you smirked but continued "I wouldn't let that happen often people will think she's your girlfriend." Both of you were so close your knees were touching while his face felt so close to his.

“Are you jealous,” he asked leaning closer his eyes so intense. 

You hitched your breath deciding to be upfront with him “Kind of,” you quirked an eyebrow. 

You felt your hand go to his knee staring at him "May I kiss you," he breathed out he was staring at you he was so close. You felt your cheeks warm wanting to kiss him so bad. 

"What a gentleman," you breathlessly said leaning in to capture his lips. It was gentle Felix's hand reaching over to cup your chin into his hand as he tested the kiss. It was soft moving your lips against his moving close. He let out a small moan as you massaged one another in the kiss. Your body slowly heating up from the kissing. Your body responds to his message he wanted you and you wanted him.

You gasped allowing his tongue to lightly enter your mouth ever so delicately you moaned tasting the strawberry shortcake we had for dessert in the kiss.

His other arm wrapping it around your waist pulling you closer to him as you to made out.

His fingers danced around your waist holding you tight. As fast as it happened you heard another Australian accent calling for Felix. You jumped from his touch to see Chan whispering Felix's name.

"There he is," Chan said still clad in his uniform. You blushed gazing at Felix his face flushed and his lips were tinted red. "Oh hey Y/n," Chan greeted.

Biting your lip you gave a small hi back. "I have to show you this new set we did its amazing," Chan said a little too loud.

"Dude don’t you see,” Felix palmed his face. 

“Oo sorry,” he said looking at you and slowly getting what you both just did.

“Come on let's go," Felix huffed packing his stuff. Suddenly it hit you what we did you made out with Felix crap you thought. Was he going to stop tutoring you? You hoped he didn’t find you a bad kisser. Self-doubt filled you as Felix and Chan chatted. You got your answer "Hey um Y/n,” Felix paused “wanna go to Hogsmeade with me and then we can study next Saturday," he asked.

Chan raised an eyebrow at the scene "I'll love that," you blushed watching Felix pull his overcoat on giving you a wink picking up his book.

"Dude nice," you heard Chan say lightly bumping his friend's fist as they left. Felix ears a deep red color like his lips.

Touching your lips you grinned you just kissed Lee Felix. 

Its been almost a month since you kissed Felix you weren't technically together but it still felt good. You were lucky you got to kiss him when you wanted. You liked this a lot. Nothing too serious yet with the perks of affection. 

Currently, you were sitting in the library the spot you always met Felix next to you reviewing for the newts in a month. "What animal is extremely hard to transfigure?" Felix asked pointing to the question

You let out a light laugh "A dragon," you declared. "Come on Felix try a little harder than that," you said.

He nodded "okay okay," his deep voice vibrated out. You felt his hand go to your knee making you straighten you back.

"Okay next question what does vanishment actually do," he asked from the booklet.

Pressing your legs together you lightly bounced the knee his hand was on "its to make things go into non-being" you stated looking at the handsome blond. After a few months, his dark roots shining through.

"Good," he hummed his hand slipping from your knee to the inside of your thigh. Your body buzzed from the warmth of his hand.

Leaning on your arm you shyly looked at him "Felix what are you doing," you asked.

He flashed a handsome grin "giving you a reward for being so smart," he smirked.

"Now the next question "The opposite of vanishment is," he gently rubbed the exposed skin before you got to your skirt.

"Conjuring of course," you said wanting his hand to travel to its destination.

"Good job princess," he mumbled your nickname you glared at him even though you hated when people like Chan called you that something about him made you wet with want at the name.

His hand traveled up past your skirt limits till it reached under panties the slight lace pair at the rim of it.

Placing his pointer finger right at your folds. A small gasp you let out at the new feeling of someone else's fingers and not yourself touching you. The only person who slightly got to this base was at the Yule ball but you stopped him.

"Is this okay," he leaned over and whispered to you. Your heart throbbed at the question.

"More than fine," you replied reaching for his lips for a quick kiss.

"Okay Conjuring being a big part of the newts give me the short definition," he asked his face was twisted with want but also a cute kind of giddy at what his fingers were doing. His ringed middle finger was lightly just lightly stroking your slit causing more wetness to seep through them.

"Conjuring is to "bringing things into being," you stated opening your legs more for him.

He smirked allowing his fingers to move your panties and into your soaking need. He lightly teased with his fingers gently but it did so much to you. Your stomach twisted with want as heat building in you.

You felt Felix come closer and gently kissed your neck. His fingers lazily rubbing your folds in a rhymic manner. "Fuck Felix we should do this here," you whispered turning your head to catch his gaze. Of course, you were worried this was a library and someone could catch you at any time.

"That's why everyone is at the last quidditch match of the year," he hummed in your neck "if you catch two students making out oh well."

Grinning you let out another breathy moan feeling him cup you his rings cold against your heat. "No more questions please," you begged just wanting to let loose on his fingers.

"I think you deserve this Y/n you worked so hard," his deep voice broke out. You leaned over capturing his lips as his fingers went to work. His middle finger found your wetness lightly pressing into you. Your body was warm and his lips were warm and all this was so warm you were addicted.

Your hips pushed onto his fingers wanting more of his touch. "Fuck your wet," he whispered into your ear his warm breath hitting your neck.

"Who are you wet for," his husky voice asked out.

"For you of course," you moaned.

"All for me yes," he groaned his fingers were clumsy looking for the right areas but it all felt good. He circled your wetness making you gasp for me. "Fuck are you close," he hissed. You eyed his slacks they had a small wet mark on them.

"Can I," you asked reaching for his slacks touching the area of where his soft bulge was.

Felix gasped staring into your eyes "please," he barely got out.

Your fingers found his button and zipper greedy to touch him. His black boxers outline a small bulge. Touching him gently he moaned his fingers stopping for a moment.

"Touch me," he moaned. It was probably a site to see two students cuddled up close you would guess we were making out more than touching one another.

Jerking him off lightly you felt his warm dick harden under your touch the tip getting wetter every time you reached the tip. Felix lightly petted you long swipes up and down your slit.

"Fuck Felix," you panted reaching for his lips capturing him trying to keep quiet. "I can't hold it," you panted. 

“Let go princess let go on my fingers,” he whispered so sensually. Taking out Felix's warmth you gently pumped his dick as his fingers found his pace. Your heart thudded your mind-melting with pleasure. The heat inside your lower stomach was building and building. Your pumps on Felix were getting sloppy and you were trying to focus on helping him out.

Suddenly you felt yourself let go your legs clench around his hand as you came. A soft moan let out as you clutched close to Felix. Your body buzzed with pleasure as you came just from his fingers.

"God that was hot," Felix deep voice whispered as you leaned on his shoulder aftershock flowing through your body. Wrapping his hand over your he gently moved it up and down stroking himself. The scene itself was hot as you watch him moan.

Between his warmth and his hand, you watched how his dick twitch as he came a second later. Fuck he moaned he was twitching and squeezing himself as he came.

It was silent for a moment as you placed your lips over his. It was a tender kiss one of want and need.

"We probably should get back to work," you hummed in disappointment. 

Felix sighed "I think the match will be ending soon want to debut as my new girlfriend," he asked a shy smile on his face. God, he was handsome. "Only if you want," he paused. 

Your heart bloomed "I would love that," you smiled back. 

[bnhabadass]

Budding Love | Mina Ashido x Reader

A/n: This is a small collaboration I have taken part in along with a few other members of the bnharem server. If you want to read the other pieces (which you absolutely should) the link to the master list can be found here.

Rating: 16+ Warnings: Weed consumption, minor use of swear words.

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Your friends all knew about your little crush on Mina Ashido. It was painstakingly obvious to everyone except her. You always agreed to every reckless thing with her friends so long as she was involved.

“You’re going bungee-jumping this weekend? I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”

“Mina will be there.”

“Cool, what time do we leave?”

You were always caught staring at her by your friends and they constantly teased you for it. It’s annoying, but you don’t hate it if you’re being honest. You know they just do it out of love for you and respect for your non-existent love life.

The pink girl had you whipped and she had no idea.

You were sitting on the couch in the common room, watching a few of your friends battle each other in Mario Kart, when Kirishima came up to you with a proposition.

“Wanna get stoned with us this weekend?”

Your eyes grew wide and you thought they were about to bulge out of their sockets. “Huh?”

“Sero has this god-like dealer apparently who grows, and I quote, ‘some of the most dank shit you’ll ever smoke.’ So we thought we’d all try some. You in?” Kirishima’s bright and pointy smile felt like it was cornering you.

“I don’t know.” You scratched the back of your head with your hand and averted your eyes to the floor. “I’ve never done something like that. Is it safe? To do it on school property I mean.”

Kirishima just laughed. “It’s fine. Sero and Kaminari do it in the dorms all the time. And we’ll be right there with you helping you through it all.”

As he spoke more and more, you were beginning to like the idea. It was a little nerve-wracking, yes, but you trust your friends and you like being a part of their squad.

“Besides,” he added. “Ashido was wondering if you’d join us.”

And that sealed the deal. “Okay,” you said, the biggest smile lighting up your face. “Let’s do it!”

The week went by quicker than you had expected, and the weekend had almost arrived. You didn’t pay attention in class on Friday, instead opting to stare out the window and drum your fingers against the wood of the desk to pass the time.

You overheard Sero talking to Kaminari about meeting his dealer after class, and a nervous pit formed in the middle of your stomach at hearing that. You had never smoked or done anything like that before, and as the minutes drew closer to the time you were meeting your friends, you felt all the more lightheaded.

Once back at the dorms, you sat on the edge of your bed eating some crackers and drinking some water. Forcing yourself to get rid of your anxiety only seemed to strengthen it. You had told your friends you would meet in Mina’s room around six o’clock. It was 5:54, and you hadn’t budged from your spot on your bed since you sat down.

Rolling off your bed, you dragged yourself over to the mirror hanging on the back of your door and brushed your fingers through your hair. Straightening out your clothes, you did a double check to make sure you didn’t have crumbs of any sort on your face.

“Alright,” you said to yourself. “Let’s do this.”

The door to Mina’s room had been decorated with a hot pink feather boa. A half sheet of paper dated with today’s date was taped to the door. It read “DO NOT DISTURB.” You figured that was her subtle way of letting everyone know she would be a bit...preoccupied. Raising your hand, you gently knocked on the door.

It swung open, and Mina’s eyes widened at seeing you. “You’re here!” She grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside. “I didn’t think you’d show and I thought I’d be smoking all alone.”

“Why would you be alone?” you asked. “Where are Kirishima and the others?” You’re not sure why you asked. It was obvious that the others bailed as a way to get you two alone. They say hindsight is 20/20, and you’re a fool for not realizing their plans earlier.

“Bakugo is taking the boys out for some late night training. Weird, right?”

You nodded as you took in your surroundings. You had seen Mina’s room before, but actually sitting in it and hanging out with her felt so surreal.

“Anyways, Sero gave me a baggie of his dealer’s stuff and told me to go nuts. Have you ever done anything like this before?” Her eyes were genuine, curious as to what you had to say.

“Um, no. I’ve never smoked or anything like that.”

She smiled. “Me neither.”

You were surprised. Had she not smoked with Sero and Kaminari like Kirishima had suggested? She seemed so chill and laid back, like maybe she was always on some substance. But maybe that was just the silly and loveable personality you had found yourself falling for.

“But there’s a first time for everything, right?”

You smiled at the optimistic outlook she had. “Yeah. I’m a bit nervous, though,” you admitted.

“Oh me too.” She held up the bag with the green buds inside. “Like, I have no idea how to roll a joint.” The joint papers lay at the corner of her desk.

You smiled and giggled. “Well it’s a good thing we have the internet to teach us.”

The two of you crowded around Mina’s desk as you looked up how to roll a joint. You were both surprised at how many weed and stoner forums you came across. Mina offered to do the rolling, which you were grateful for since you were still confused how to do it.

The joint looked more like a scabby cheeto than anything. She didn’t disperse the weed out evenly, and you were a bit worried the pot would burst out in some places.

“Do you want to take the first hit, or should I?”

You blushed. You thought that you would be doing this with more of your friends, and even though Mina was there to help you through it, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were alone in the room, just you and the foreign substance begging to be smoked.

Mina could sense you were uncomfortable, and you were grateful for that. “Here, why don’t I.” She was about to hold the joint up to her lips, but you stopped her.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll go first.”

She hesitated but handed you the joint and lighter.

You stuck it in your mouth and lit it the way you’ve seen characters in movies light cigarettes. Your lungs have never inhaled such an intense amount of smoke before, and when you sucked in, you had the worst coughing fit of your life. “Oh...wow,” you said between coughs.

“So, how is it?” Mina’s big eyes looked up at you like a puppy in need of attention.

“I don’t think it’s kicked in yet. Do you have any water or something?”

“Yeah I bought a whole bunch of munchie snacks.” She pointed over to a big grocery bag sitting on her desk chair. She ran over to grab a couple bottles of water and a big bag of popcorn. Racing back over to you, she handed you the bottle, and you traded her for the rest of the joint.

“Here.”

She looked at the joint with curiosity. “Do you think I’ll like it?” A bit of ash fell onto her carpet.

“I mean, we have it so we might as well try it, right?”

She nodded, but it was more out of reassurance than anything. “Right.” Holding the joint up to her lips, she sucked in and held it for as long as possible. It wasn’t long before she was left a coughing mess next to the pile of ash left behind.

You couldn’t help but giggle. Her pink face was turning a shade darker. “It kind of hurts going in.”

“Yeah no kidding.”

Even though Mina stopped coughing after taking a sip of water, you were still laughing. You couldn’t stop. It’s as if fish hooks kept pulling your cheeks up until there was nowhere left for them to go.

“Holy shit you’re high.”

“Huh?” Your reaction time was off. You were confused. But for some reason you couldn’t help but continue to laugh.

“You can’t stop smiling and your eyes are all squinty! You’re definitely high!”

But you couldn’t focus on what Mina was saying. Your eyes kept focusing in and out as she spoke, and the pink hue of her skin was looking more vibrant against the other psychedelic backgrounds of her bedroom.

“Are you okay?”

You focused back in on her. “Huh? Oh yeah.” You then continued laughing and she joined in. Any worries of what the drug would do to you had washed away. Mina was laughing with you and you were not nervous to be around her in the slightest.

Once the drug had finally hit her, you both decided to put on some cartoons and anime and see how different it would look, and even how it would feel. You both lounged on her floor staring at her laptop. Fuzzy pillows were in each of your hands and you were stroking them, admiring the texture as it smoothed between your fingers.

“Why haven’t we hung out before now? Just the two of us?” Mina asked.

You stopped stroking the pillow to grab the butt end of the joint on her table. Lord knows you would need it to have this conversation. “I don’t know,” you mused once you took your hit. Exhaling, you watched as the smoke dissipated and left the room slightly hazy. “Never really had the opportunity, I guess.”

“Well if I knew how much you also like anime I would have invited you over sooner.” She smiled and rested her head against your shoulder. The tip of one of her horns was very close to poking its way into your ear, so you adjusted into a more comfortable position with Mina still leaning against you.

You felt oddly comfortable around her now. Perhaps it was the fact that both of you were trying something new and different together, or maybe it was just the drug messing with the rest of your senses. Either way, you felt a sense of euphoria laying about with Mina at your side. There was nothing to worry about in that moment, no stains on your clothing you worried about her spotting, no saying anything dumb or any voice cracks that she might make fun of. It was just you and her side-by-side and the anime playing in the background.

--

“Let’s play truth or dare!”

A few hours had gone by and after about four episodes in, the two of you were getting rather bored. The initial weed you smoked had worn off, and you were rolling another joint with the remaining weed Sero had given you guys.

“Huh?” You looked up from the joint as your tongue darted across it, sealing it shut.

“Come on it’ll be fun!”

“I guess we could.” You held the joint up to your lips and took one long inhale. You passed it back and exhaled. “We should probably open up the window or something. Get the smell out, you know?”

“Oh yeah,” she said between puffs. Running over to the glass door, she slid it open, and the cool chill of the night’s air and the sound of crickets swept its way over the room. “Okay, truth or dare?”

“I dunno, truth?” You’re not sure why you said truth. It was stupid on your part. Everyone knows that when someone says truth, the first question anyone asks is…

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

You looked down at your feet and wiggled your toes in your socks. You could start to feel the weed take its course, and yet again your cheek bones lifted up into the air.

“You do!”

“Huh?” Your face flushed and your eyes widened. “What?”

“You’re stoned and in love,” she mused. “That’s so cute!”

“Okay let’s just move on.” You didn’t make eye contact with Mina. You didn’t want to look at anyone, let alone her. “Truth or dare?”

“How about dare.”

You smiled and looked up. “Okay okay okay. I dare you to go downstairs and have a conversation with someone, but you can’t let them know you’re stoned.”

Mina completed the dare, much to your surprise. It helps that her eyes can’t get bloodshot, so when she went downstairs and asked Sato about the croissants he was baking, he didn’t suspect anything.

“I’m impressed,” you said once you both made your way back upstairs.

“Yeah it’s a good thing the oven caught fire and he had something to distract himself with. I think he was starting to catch on that something was off.”

You flopped onto her bean bag chair. “What do you want to do now?”

Her smile grew wider and you could practically see the light bounce off her white teeth. “Now it’s my turn to ask, silly. Truth or dare?”

You could feel that anxiety return to your stomach. It was a little gremlin bouncing up and down your insides. “Dare, I guess. I already said truth.”

Her smile turned into a wicked one. “I dare you to call your crush and serenade them with a love song.”

You swallowed any anxiety you felt the need to barf up. Reaching for your phone, your hand began to tremble. You could always refuse the dare. You could say that you weren’t comfortable with that, pretend that the weed was giving you paranoia and freak out about calling her. But something was guiding your  hand. It had a mind of its own as you unlocked your phone and went straight for Mina Ashido’s contact.

“Holy shit you’re actually doing it.”

You didn’t hear Mina as she spoke. You just took a shaky deep breath in and squeezed your eyes shut as you pressed the call button. It took a moment for the ringing to go through and Mina looked over at her phone which was now vibrating on the table.

“Huh? Who’s calling me.”

You shrugged and held your phone up to your ear.

She looked at her phone and her eyes widened when the contact photo staring at her was your smiling face. “Wait why are you calling me?” You didn’t answer, just smiled as the realization suddenly dawned on her. She slowly slid her thumb across the phone and raised it up to her ear. “Hello?”

“Happy birthday to you,” you began to sing. In your stoned state of mind, the only song that you could think of the serenade her with was the fucking happy birthday song. “Happy birthday to you.”

She clasped her hand over her mouth and chortled with laughter.

“Happy birthday dear Mina. Happy birthday to you.”

Her face was a dark magenta as she blushed and laughed. She had tears pricking in the corner of her eyes. “So you like me?” She said into the phone’s speaker.

You nodded and hung up. “I’ve liked you for a very long time.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

You shrugged, the feeling rippling through your body. “I don’t really like rejection.”

Mia looked down at the cuff of her pants. “But what if I didn’t reject you? What then?”

Your eyes widened and you felt your breath stagger in your throat. You couldn’t speak. Any words in your head refused to come out.

“(Y/n), do you want to go on a date with me next weekend?”

Your voice cracked and Mina couldn’t help but chuckle. You followed soon after, and the two of you became a laughing mess on the floor. Your cheeks ached but you didn’t care. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do it.”

--

It was around two in the morning when Kirishima knocked on Mina’s door. “How are you two doing in there?” he asked from behind the door.

When he and Kaminari creaked the door open, they were met with the adorable sight of both you and Mina wrapped in each other’s arms. Wrappers and other trash left over from your snacking littered the room, and the tail end of some romcom was playing on Mina’s laptop. Both you and her were sound asleep.

“God it stinks in here,” Kirishima said. He tiptoed over pieces of trash in order to pause the movie.

“Yeah but look at them,” Kaminari mused. “Do you think we did a good thing in leaving them alone?”

“Oh definitely.” Kirishima grabbed the blanket off of Mina’s bed and draped it over your sleeping forms.

At the feeling of having the blanket draped over you, you snuggled closer into Mina’s arms and she closer into yours.

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

Aftertaste : Strawberry and Cigarrete (KSJ)

Summary : You were a daycare volunteer who saved his precious child. Without knowing, you made yourself into a no harm list. You can’t step out of that list. Not because of your appearance, but your scent. A sweet scent that bring out his desire.

Author POV.

You were a happy soul walking along the street alone like always.Working as a volunteer could be exhausted sometimes.But you loved it as along as they are kids. You were a volunteer in a daycare.You worked there as a part time job since it paid well.Desperated for money because you were poor as hell.

Yeah ended about your background and continued this story. Where were we? Oh , walking along the street.Baggy shirt and a legging with glasses hanged around your nose bridge, you carried a grocery bags toward the daycare.

Today was one of the kids birthday. You decided to throw a little birthday party for her.Your day was smooth sailing so far or so you thought.You was humming the song when the car horn abruptly appeared. The kid was in the middle of that road.

“Watch out!” You dropped everything and saved him. The owner of that car got out and shouted at you with frustration,but not today. 

“Be careful next time idiot! Are you trying to murder this poor child? What a dickhead you are.” You actually screamed back toward him.Seeing the phone in his hand was enough evidence for that. He was careless himself.You helped the poor soul and start walk away only to heard him cried.

"Noona is my hero."His spirit has been lift up by an ice cream in his hand. You bought it for him.Both of you arrived the day care. You introduced him to the kids in your class. They were having fun with the party.

Time skip

"Y/N ah someone want to meet you." Your coworker entered the room. Talking about the man who waited outside for the kid you brought here.

"Thank you for your kindness ma'am."The two guards took the kid away.

‘Rich kid isn't he?’ Little do you know that day of saving a boy changed your life forever.On the other hand,after the kid arrived his house.His father/the boss/the king of crime/the alpha scolded at his guards.

"Appa you should see noona. She is a hero and pretty."And his son didn't stop talking about you for the whole week.

Week later : present time

You are in the daycare like always. Teaching the kids about clock and how to read the time.Then you get a call from someone.

'Miss we would like to meet up...'

Here you are.In the coffee house for someone to meet you.Can you trust that person,you don't know. You don't even know why you accept their request to meet up with you in the first place.The same guards from last week arrives with the boy.He run from them and cling his body onto your leg.

"Noona my Appa want to meet you." Oh shit,did I get myself into a trap or trouble.Arriving the house full of men in black isn't something you expect.

"Take a sit first,our boss will come down soon." 

What makes it less tension is this boy on your lap still talking with you. He becomes a good distraction.He brings his plushy and throw it in my lap.Insisting that it’s soft and you should play with it.

“Appa!” You expect his father to look like an old man who is around his late fourty.You eyes follow the boy presenc until it reach a young man.Holy crap, what a young gorgous face.‘Is this his father?’You scream in your head.

“Well I would like to thank you about the incedent last week.”

2 days after you find yourself standing in front of the same huge mansion.You aren’t sure why you accept the deal.Is it because of that stack of money or his handsome face that you get lure by it.

“Welcome again miss y/n.”The guard smile and open the door for you.The other one has already pick up your luggages.All of sudden you become a personal nanny for his son and also the tutor as well.

‘Well you see,he has a little problem when he attend the school...’ You still remember what he told last time about his son.You make sure to note every details about him.

“Noona...my noona is here!”The boy runs toward you from the other side of the room just to cling himself on your leg.You wonder why he loves your leg so much.

“Hi little boy,you already know about me being your nanny right?”He nods.

“Well then,would you like to introduce youself a bit,dear?”

“My name is Kim Hansu.You are miss Y/N,my noona.”You chuckle with what he says.

Y/N POV.

Taking care of Hansu was an easy task.He was well behave for a while week. When I start my lesson,he would put full attention to me and study hard.I swear if I have a child,he will be a model from that boy/girl of mine.

“So what is 4+2 again?”

“6!″ He answers.He is a bright kid.I always need to find something more difficult to ask since he catch up really well.

“Good boy,now free time.”He smiles and suddenly climbs up my lap.He burry himself in my chest while playing his toys.I decide to write a little report for his father.

“Hansu-ah want anything for lunch?”I ask him,but no answer.I glance down into my lap.Seeing the boy sleep peacefully,I decide to make him a sandwich.I gently lay him on the sofa and live the room.

“Umm well,can I umm use the kitchen please?”I ask one of the guard outside the house.They look confuse,but nod.I don’t know who to ask since mr.Kim must be at his work place and to use kitchen in someone house without permission seems to be rude.

I finish the sandwich and go out to check on Hansu.He is still asleep.I then continue to write the report and his schedule for the next lessons.Finishing everything,I send the report into mr.Kim email.

“Time to wake him up.”

Jin POV.

It has been a week that Y/N enter my house.I didn’t get to see her and Hansu much since the work in the company was really hectic.I am reading the report that she gives to me right now.To my surprise,she works better than I expect.

“Sir the meeting in the afternoon has been cancled.Mr.Choi has to attend his business abroad.”My secretary come in and report the schedule.This is the time I can go home early.I am excited to see my boy.

“Boss you are early today.”The guard greet me while I walk inside my house.I ask them to report what happened today.The story they tell me make me surprise.

“So she asks you guys whether she could use the kitchen?”I ask again to make sure that what I hear was right.They all nod.I chuckle and take them by surprise.

“What a peculiar girl.”I mumble and enter the living room.The sight of my son munching up the sandwich while laugh along Y/N story is the first thing greeting me.This is beautiful,he’s cute.Well she’s also cute with that smile,her laugh is gorgous and her scent..

Wait?

What just happened to me? I never think anything like this toward any girl before.Also why my wolf try to pick her scent right now?After I have Hansu,I actually shut my wolf scent when it comes to mate.How the hell it alert now?

‘Listen to me idiot!’He speaks.It’s been a long time since I speak to my wolf.

‘I hate that you shut me like that.Also stop ignore me.This is important dude.’ I try to ignore him and go pass the living room to the kitchen.When I walk pass them,I scent something sweet.It’s really sweet that I can feel it taste in my mouth.Is this strawberry?I didn’t eat them before I come here so how?

‘I say listen to me!’This time that guy shout with angry voice.I startle a bit and decide to listen to him.‘What is it? Speak before I shut you again.’If he stand next to me,he will roll his eyes and sigh.

‘You see that girl there?’He speaks.

‘Which girl?You mean Y/N?’I ask back.

‘She’s the only one in your house so who else.Well I’ll be quick since you don’t really like me talk to you that much.’

‘You know yourself.’

‘Shut it.The thing is believe me or not she’s our mate.’Wait what?Is this guy that horny.I know I didn’t have relationship or even a quick sex as a relief,but it was only like 2 months.

‘Are you kidding?She is not our mate dude.That’s Hansu nanny.’

‘No she is.’

‘Is not.’I start bicker with him inside my head.He is going to make my head explode soon.

‘Explain to me why we scent that strawberry thing and feel like it’s in our mouth every time when you passed by her?’The question get me off guard.I also wonder why as well.My mind blank and everything turn silence inside my head.

‘See?That’s my point.I won’t argue with you anymore,but beware.Anyone can claim her before you did.If that happen,I’ll control you for the rest of your life.’With that he disapper.

Author POV.

During the dinner,it is more akward than usual.Jin take a glance at y/n a few times while he eats.Y/N doesn’t catch his stare,but she feels it.She decides to avoid.Thinking that maybe it’s her mind plays with her.

“Appa you were early today.”Hansu speak while munch up his steak.It is his favourit menu so Jin request the maid to do it three times a week.

“My schedule get cancel so I get to see my boy today.”He reply with his gentle voice.That side make y/n surprise and feel the warmness from him.She never see it before and witness this now make her heart skip a beat.

‘What a wonderful father.’She thinks and continue to eat.When she finish,she picks up her plate and Hansu.Walking into the kitchen,she wash them.The maid quickly enter the room and stop her.

“Miss no need to,It’s our job anyway.”

“No it’s fine.At least you cook for me and that must be tired.”

“It’s our job m-”

“But usually you cook for two at most,now you have three.Let me help you so this will clean quicker and we both can depart to rest up.”Y/N continue to wash the dishes.The maid sigh in defeat and join.

All of the that isn’t out of Jin sight.He watches the scene by the door.Leaning his body to the door frame and continue to watch will be up next.He doesn’t notice that his face lit up with the smile all the time.

“Appa I want you to tell the story today.”Hansu shake the tip of his shirt.You and maids turn their face toward the voice.Seeing Jin make you glance down to the floor.He pick the boy up and carry him out.

“I think he likes you.”The maid who dry the dish up speak witha smile.Making you eyes widen with shock until red blush color her face.She chuckle and leave the room.

“Boss never hire nanny.No matter how Hansu beg him to do it or even his friends beg him.You must be special that he decide to accept what Hansu want.”

“It’s nothing really.I just save the boy from car accident.”You reply.The maid smile brighter than before.When everything done,she walk out and leave you a sentence to think.

“You are special miss.If not he wouldn’t care of your action at all.”

Her words leave you think all night.Were you that special? You couldn’t believe that a person like you would be that ‘important’ to him just because you save his son.It is something that a decent human would do,isn’t it?

Days by days,you feel something out of ordinary.The feeling growing in your chest isn’t suppose to happen like this.Not when you are a nanny and he is your boss,the father of this boy.

However,can you deny the fact that you fall for him? You can’t,but you try.You try your best to behave normal so does Jin.That guy also face and fight his feeling as well; even though,his wolf told him you were his mate.

May be because of your presence in this house for a long time,your scent change.The scent is a mix of strawberry and cigarrete from those guards and himself.He doesn’t know why that make him addict to your scent even more.

Today you ask Jin’s permission to take Hansu out of the house.He agrees without a second thought.Well that guy trusts you so much.It’s to the point that he let his 2 loyal guards become your personal guards.

��Hansu want an ice scream.”He speaks with bubbly voice.You can’t defeat this boy order.Not when he put that cute face and beg.You walk toward the ice scream shop and order it.

“You guys want some?”You ask the guards.They walk silently behind the two of you the whole time.You think that must be a tiring job.Following around people.

“We’re good ma’am.”

“You look tire though.At least we can take a rest here and you can order a drink for yourself.”They don’t know what to reply,but don’t want to refuse your kindness either.

At first it’s akward.The guards won’t speak anything.It takes time for them to warm up and start talking with you.You don’t like to treat them like a workers.Let them feel like they’re with a friend at least with you.

“Excuse me guys,I’ll go to the rest room.You can stay here.”You stand up and leave the table.Hansu want to follow you,but you tell him to stay with the guards.

All the way to the rest room,you feel like someone follow you.You step inside the rest room.After you finish,you walk out.However,someone push you back in. Gripping on your neck tightly as if they want to tangle you.

You move desperately in his grip.When you can free yourself,you stomp toward his feet and decide to run.Arriving inside the shop,you pay the bill and leave the mall as soon as possible.

“Hansu want to stay.”

“Let’s come next time.”

“But I want to..pwease?”Oh that baby voice.You decide to take him to the park. Remember there is a place for him to drain his energy.

Time skip

“He fall asleep in the class.”One of the staff hand him toward me.I grip onto his body and carry him in my arms.One of the guard try to reach out for his body to help me.I tell him it’ll wake him up anyway if I’m not the one who hold him.

“You were such a great mother.”With her words,I blush. 

“Well I’m just his nanny.”

“Then he must love you so much.He can’t stop talking about you.”She smiles. Finally I bid her a good bye and we all go back to the mansion.

Seokjin is cooking the meal today since he wants to surprise his son.He didn’t cook for awhile so his skill might be rusty.Hansu always love his meal.He prepare the dish and everything.

You without knowing enter the living room.Your foot step alert Jin that both of you’re back.Jin come out to greet both of you.When he arrives,your eyes widen. Seeing him in something which isn’t a suite make your heart burt with flame.He is indeed charming.You think of it and start blushing.

“Y/N are you okay?Do you have fever?”He walks closer to you.You step back until your thigh hit the sofa.He gently put his hand toward your forehead.Staring at you.His face keep coming closer and closer.

“Appa..you’re back?”Hansu voice interupt you both.Jin pull himself back and walk to Hansu.Picking his son up,he tell his son what is waiting for him.

Hansu eyes lit up with excitement.The meal goes on smoothly.Hansu tell his day to his father.You like always report Hansu bahavior.Jin nod along before sontinue his meal.

“Also you can call me Jin if you want.”

“Is that okay for you?”

“Of course,you’re my son teacher and a friend of mine anyway.”

You feel delight yet upset at the same time.‘What did you expect him to say y/n?’ You scold yourself in your head.When he calls you friend at least that should make you happe.Why are you sitting here upset?

“You don’t need to wash the dish.”

“It won’t be fair if you work only,will it?”You continue to clean the dish.Scrubbing then until it shine,you wash the bubble out with tap water.Jin notice something around your neck.A red mark strech around your skin.

“Who hurt you?”The question make you startle.

“N..no on..one”You stutter.He step closer until there’s no gaps between you both. Trace his hand down the line.His touch dance around your skin.Giving you an electric shock.

“I hate liar so don’t do it and answer.”He whisper.This time with his deep husky voice.It impact leave your body shake.Your breathe get caught up in the throat.

Without warning,you feel something like a plush touch your lips.Eyes glance down to see his lips on yours.Your eyes widen.He doesn’t seem to flinch and continue to taste your lips.You eyes then slowly close and lips chase the rythm of the kiss.

“Strawberry...” He mumbles.

He start trailing down from the lips to your jaw line.Moving smoothly down the skin of yours which flushing red.When he arrive your neck line,he keeps sucking on the same spot.

“We should stop.”The sense in you suddenly kick in.You push him with the best strength you have.You are panting and face blushing with crimson red.He doesn’t look different.You both glance up and meet each other eyes.

“I’m sorry..y/n.”He speaks like he regrets it.Apart of him want to claim you so bad while the other part pull him back.He shouldn’t be like this.He shouldn’t throw himself on you.

After the incident,you both let a week passed without talking to each other.Jin start burried himself with the work at the company.Hansu seems upset that his father didn’t have time for him again.

For you,you try your best to focus on Hansu.Taking care of him and teaching him well.You know why Jin acting like this.To be honest,you didn’t dare to face him either.

“Hansu-ah I’ll be in the kitchen for a moment.”You tell a little boy who is working on his exercise that you give.You walk through the door into the kitchen.Picking a glass of water then leave.

“Hansu did you finish your work?”

“Yes noona,I fi-”He didn’t finish his sentence when all of sudden a gun shot throught window.You quickly rush to the boy and pick him up.

“Are any of you outside.Please come and help!”You scream.Two guards enter the house with the guns in there hand.Pointiing to the window.

“Please take care of him,I’ll inform Seokjin.”You hand a boy toward one of them. Hansu cry out with fear.

“We’ll protect you.Be a good boy ok?”You rush to the phone around the the TV.You pick it up and call Seokjin immediately.

“Who is calling?”It must be his secretary,you think.

“Please I need Seokjin right now.I’m his nanny.”The line then reach to Jin in no time.You explain what happen.Hansu sobbing voice can be hear ieven though it is a fade noise.

“I’ll be there.”The line end and you check Hansu.The guard hand him and you calm him down.Waiting for Seokjin to present in the house.

The sound of the engine alert you that he arrives.The door brek apart,bangin to the wall.Jin waltz into the living room.Seeing Hansu cry in your arms,he reaches out for his son.

“Shhh appa is here...it’s ok now.”He calm his son whose sob get quieter.

Jin look around the room which turn into a mess.Glasses shatter everywhere. Bullet holes presents here and there.He wants to scream at his guards so bad,but he keep his temper.The fear of Hansu break down again stop him.

“I will talk to you both later.Leave.”

His guards shiver from his command.The voice of Alpha with that amber eyes making them obey without hesitation.You look at Jin.Noticing his shining amber eyes.You want to ask what’s wrong, but you afraid it will make him mad.You then look at Hansu and then ask the boy.

“Are you alright dear?”Asking with your voice soft like an angel while petting his head.He nod and you can feel the vibration of his head.

“Good boy.Big boy doesn’t cry remember.”You try to cheer him up.

Again you glance at Seokjin.His breathe hitch while stare back at you.He doesn’t sure whether it’s his temper or your face this close to him that make his breathe irregular.

“You have something to tell me right?”You ask.Don’t dare to push his button.

“I think it’s the time for you to know.”He sigh.His eyes turn into a regret one. Showing you how upset and embarrase he is right now.

Both of you walk into his bedroom.He close the door and lay his son down onto the soft matress.You sit on it beside him.When he sit down,he makes sure he leave some space between you and him.He doesn’t want you to be scare.

“Well you see that scene downstairs.Also I already tell the reason I didn’t bring Hansu to a normal school.”You nod along his sentences.

“Actually I have a more specific reasons for that.”You look at his serious feature. 

“And is it relate to what happened awhile ago?”

“Yes indeed.”He glance down to the floor.He doesn’t know how to tell this story. However,you need to know.You just got into this mess minutes ago because of him.You deserve a right to know.

“We aren’t a normal citizen and you could see from the first time.Huge mansion along with guards and maids might be normal to rich family.Perhaps we aren’t only an ordinary ‘rich’ family.”He stops.He feel the hesitaion for the next thing he says.

As if you can sens his feeling,you reach your hands to him.Softly caress his to make him calm down.An electric spark through his body so does your.You both try to ignore it.

“I won’t judge you if that is going to make thing easy for you to tell me.”H look at you again.Searching your eyes to see you tell a truth or lie.

“We’re a mafia.”Your heart stop for a moment.The shiver run down your spine and he senses it.His wolf also howl in agony.Preparing you to leave this place without mating you.

“A..mafia?Like a mobster with cliche dealing,killing and...”

“Yes but we aren’t that low.We have rules and we didn’t like to put innocent people in danger just like those.”He explain how his worlds work and all.You try to keep up with the new information you just get from him.

“And like I say we aren’t normal.I mean it.”

“And how you guys aren’t ‘normal’?”

Hansu was playing in the playground.It was around the noon and all the kids got their free time.

The boy was playing by himself.Sitting on the swing,he played alone like always. He was a quiet boy and didn’t feel good to be around a lot of people.The other kids found his behaviour weird so they didn’t like him.

He got tease and bullied everyday.That day was the last day he could put up with it.

“Leave we don’t want you to play around here.”

“A weirdo like you deserve no one to play with.”He sighed and left.He didn’t want to have problem with anyone.However,one of the kids picked his last straw.

“How sad, no friend and what else....no mother?”Jin get called to the school by the principal in the middle of his meeting.

He came to pick Hansu up.They informed that his beloved son got in a fight.When he arrived,he witnessed his boy fangs.Blood dripped down from the side of his mouth.That day,Hansu bit his classmate arm.

Jin found out that Hansu had problem with the kids in school and he couldn’t control his wolf yet.The anger would make his wolf took over and acted out. Hansu begged him to quit the school and Jin did it.

Afterward he assigned a tutor or took Hansu to the darecare.Sometimes the maids and guards  in his house would take care of the boy for him.His friends would come to play with the boy if they had time.

“Thank you for save him.I appriciate it.He can’t stop talking about you after that incident.It seems like he already bond to you.Wolf bond tend to be a strong one especially for him who have no parrents since the beginning.”

“But you are his parent,aren’t you?”You ask.

“No he is my god son.I just take care of him for the sake of my dead twin brother.”He asnwer with honesty.Your heart break with this sad cliche story.This man in the dark world he live,he still take care of a pure boy to grow like good kid af of he’s an angel.

“I understand if you want to leave.I’ll take care of your salary and all.I will need you to have body guards for awhile unti I clear this mess.After that you can be free all you want.”

Jin speak with an upset tone.He knows he doesn’t want you to leave.He wants you to stay.Despite his feeling,he can’t force you.It’s your life so it’s your choice to decide whether to leave or stay.

You on the other hand have a fight in your head.One side tell you to leave while the other tell you to stay.You can’t decide this filling that mixing up in your chest. You feel numbness crept all over your body.

“Appa...Appa...”Hansu rubs his eyes.He slowly awake from his sleep after tireness from crying.

Seeing the boy fragile body wrap around his father.Seeing how naive he was, how this boy grow up into an innocent child in this kind of environment.you come up with your decision.

“I will stay.”

Your decision that day really make Jin shed in tears.After listening to his story and go through things that rough,he has no hope for your presence to be still by his side.

He makes sure to protect both of you.For you,your life is normal.After incident nothing bad happen yet.You can enjoy your time with Hansu.Feeling a little sad when you need to quit the daycare,but you visit there sometimes.

The guards always stick around you and Hansu.Jin order them too.However,you want them to not feel akward as well as Hansu.You talk to them casually like friends and let them get to know Hansu.They turn into basically another babysitters who help you.

“Hansu want to go to toilet.”A little boy shake the hem of your shirt.You let him go with one of the guard.He beg to sit on the guard neck.

You with another guard,walking inside the store.It’s nearly Jin birthday and you want to surprise him.You don’t really know what to pick,but you follow Hansu opinion.The guard also help you for that.

Twenty minutes pass and none of them come back.You start getting worry. Getting the gift inside the bag,you with the guard immediately leave.The guard then get into the restroom to check.

“Hey are you okay?”With that voice,you bang into the men restroom.There are no one inside,lucky.

“I’m sorry...*cough..ma’am.”He coughs out blood.Your face drain all color.You all get in the car.Taking him to the mansion.

“You can’t go alone.”

“No you guys need to stay here.I think I need to inform the police.”

“But master will be mad.He doesn’t like police to...*cough*”The guys still cough out.You wonder what he has got to become in this state.

“I call Jin.Can we think of anyway to find Hansu?”You try your best to stay calm. You need to think wise and being panic isn’t going to help.

You let the other guards work on tracking Hansu.Yourself hop onto the cars and drives to Jin company.One the other hand,he is in the middle of dealing.You call him before arrive the face,but he didn’t answer.

“God damn,pick it up Jin...please.”You feel like crying right now.Everything hits you. ‘No focus.’ You keep that in your head.

Running into the building is the first thing your instinc tell when you arrive.You can’t even wait for the elevator so you run up the stair case.Reaching his dealing,you knock on the door.

“I hope you reconsider the deal.Thank you for coming today,Mr.Cha.”Jin bow to the elder.The screen then fade black.When he open the door,your face appear which make him startle.

“Why are you here?What happen with you?”He asks worriedly.

“Hansu..he got...huh...kidnap.”He brings you inside the room.Locking the door, you start explaining everything.

“Hello...my old friend,how are you doing?”The screen turn on all of sudden.Jin face turn into an ager one while his fold his hand into a fist.Knuckles turn white like no blood running.

“What with that face...I thought you want to see your boy?”

The man step aside and reveal Hansu.His heart shattered into pieces when he sees his boy tied up with the chair.Blood running down the little guy head.He is unconsious.

“Remember my deal and you can get the boy,48 hourse from now...”With that,the screen fade black again.

48 hours or he won’t see Hansu,no more.

“Anything yet?”You ask the team.You really want to reach for the police.Thinking again,you can’t do that since it’ll be a risk for Jin not only a threat for that guy.

“Do you remember the face of that guy who give you a wolf bane?”You ask.

“Yes ma’am,he was..around this and with the mask cover his face.His eyes glow like red with a tatto on his neck...”He tries to remember the picture of that day.

Jin is in his room,talking to no one.He blames himself for everything.He is frustrate with everything.Staring at the grey painted wall with the clock that ticking make him feel sick.His head is mess up and washing his face didn’t help.

36 hours left

Searching and searching,there is no clue where is Hansu.No one in the house dare to sleep.Not when the boss is growl in anger inside the house.You decide to go and check him.You drag your lifeless body with two feets of yours and approach his room.Getting closer and closer,you can hear his voice.How it’s agony and tired.

Entering the room through wooden door,you see a mess.Everything has been wreck by a man who is now sitting on his bed.Two hands graps tightly on his head.The fresh red stream run down his muscular arms.

“Jin...Seokjin...”You look at him with fear.Instantaneously,you pick the kit up and start applying his wound.Cuts and bruises are all over the place.

“You shouldn’t..”

“No this is my fault..mine.”He speaks with a tired voice.It will crack up and cry any time.Everything in the room turn into silence mode and get more and more tense.

“I swear to my brother to protect him with my life.I’m an idiot,a loser.”Hitting his point,he cry out.

The man can’t bear this stress and fear anymore.Not when his little boy,his pup,is in danger and shit like that.The phone ring.Jin is going to throw it when you stop.You decide to pick up the call and answer the caller.Opening the speaker.

“Hyung you finally pick up.”

“Uhhh who is this?”

“You’re not hyung?Eh..this voice,are you Y/N?”

“Yes..”When you try to ask him,he cut off.

“Great,can you please get this call to him.Nice to meet you by the way,I am Jungkook.”Hope lit up in Jin mind,his eyes shine once again.

“Jungkook-ah....I need your help.”

24 hours left

“I will find my little buddy,don’t worry and stay calm hyung.”Jungkook assure his brother before working on the screen.

The guards know who he was.Seeing his presence make them feel relieve. Jungkook is alliance of Jin and he’s good with hacking.That’s all you know. Other things,you are goinf to find out now.

“That son of a bitch seriously put a high fence.Aye those two,insert the code I give you.”The guards beside him follow his instrustion.

“Did Hansu wear the watch?”Jungkook ask out of the blue.

“Uhuh he always.”You answer.

“Then that’s great.”He smile like a maniac while typing a lot of alian language into the computer.He looks like a psycho,you won’t lie.Regardless,he’s our only hope right now.

“What’s with this guy an his stupid deal....wanna get our groups.I’ll tell this to Namjoon hyung once I leave here.”He still types the mass numbers and letters on the computer.Coming to the last line,the click sound appear in thin air.

“Ready to get your boy?”

6 hours left

“Uhhh can I call the police, at least for support?” You ask them. Everything in the van is silent. No one speak. Jungkook has a laptop on his lap while the guards listen to order. 

“Things is going to get messy and we don’t want to drag those men to mess it up even more. Also, we have our guests on the way.” Jungkook sentences make you frown. Wondering who are they. However, seeing Jin face with a little relieve, you sense that they are going to be good helpers. 

“I thought you will abandon this annoying kid.” Hearing the voice, your memory of that day kick in.

“You! That idiot man.” Everyone shock after you outburst and point at the guy who kidnapped Hansu.

“And you are that brave girl. My plan would have completed if you hadn’t saved the boy.”

“What’s going on here?” Jin whisper toward you. You immediately explain him. His blood boiling even more after you finish the story.

“And also, where’s our deal, Mr. Seokjinssi?” Jin grit his teeth. Jungkook is on the van with some guards. He insists to not get inside, but he will handle other things.

“500,000,000 Million dollars, enough for you?” Jin approach the guy with a thick suitcase. The guy open and see stacks of money. His eyes glow up, but immediately become dull.

“But I want your gang, I think it worth more than these money.” 

“Get Hansu to us first.” You speak. You don’t really know where does the braveness come from, but you want Hansu to be back in your arm. The footsteps then aproach you and Jin.

The little boy finally in front of you guys; however, He was beaten up. Cuts and bruises are al over his body. The poor boy is nearly unconscious, while those guys drag him into this place.

Jin can’t control himself anymore and start punching the man. The fight start and other members enter in. Both Jin members and that guy’s members fight in the warehouse. You find a chance to pick up Hansu.

Gun sound appear in the air and everywhere gets bloody. You only see this as a chance to get Hansu, so you find a way until you reach the biy and pick him up. However, something is behind you nape. A cold mental touch harshly and leave the sting. Making you fall from your feet.

“Y/N!!!” He triess to reach you, but he can’t. Now you are on the floor with the gun in front of your face. Hearing the click sound, you tighten your embrace toward Hansu.

“Hansu, noona love you.” The boy sense something bad is going to happen and he cries. 

“You son of a bitch!” 

You feel nothing. The sound disappear. You open your eyes to see Jin in front of you. His eyes change into bright amber, fangs come out of his mouth and claws appear from his hand.The sight of his state should make you feel scare yet you feel nothing like that. You feel safe and sigh out with relieve.

“Do you want to control this gang that much?” He turns around and see the face of that man full with fear. You look around and see the states of his members. They are the same as their boss.

“Leave here.” He speaks and give you to one of his guard. 

Jin POV. 

After Y/N and Hansu get outside with my guard. The fight begins again. However, this time everything become messier. I slash, bite and snap every single being that is in my way; even though, their men keep flooding inside.

*splash*

All of sudden, those men die. The sight of their body disect and randomly goes to different corner of the room make everyone stop. Blood stream down from the wall and some trickle down from the roof.

Dark magenta eyes appear from afar along with the navy blue eyes. I know who are those people. Thinking of them, I sigh out with relieve. I need to thank Jungkook later then.

“You need to thank me later, I was having a good nap at home.” A voice appear.

“I see my lovely god son and I’m really not happy about it. Who did it hyung?”

“Quit asking and help me.” I demand and the figures appear from the shadow. Yoongi and Taehyung approach me with their guns and bombs. 

Their body are covering with blood. Yoongi carry a wooden box. I’m wondering for awhile until he approach the ‘boss’ of this group. Gripping his neck up from the floor, the man whimper. 

“I’ll leave....I will...”

“Useless, answer me, who hire you to follow him?” Yoongi ask.

“And I want an honest answer. You want to just disappear from here after what you have made, right?” Taehyung play with his knives. That guy can be a psycho sometimes. To be honest, all of us are.

“I..can’t...he...”

“Enough with the talk then. Sleep well.” Yoongi chop of his head after Taehyung finish speaking. 

His members look at the scene with the horror face. They all try to run for their lives. However, every side of the warehouse close down by someone. The sound of panting and groaning in pain are echoing inside. 

This is the end of them.

Author POV.

Let say everything finally end. Hansu is safe so does Y/N. Jungkook contacted Taehyung that day. Luckily, Yoongi was also with him; discussing about new work from Namjoon.

The others knew about Hansu in no time and after a week, they all visit Hansu. Namjoon and Hoseok made sure the news wouldn’t reach police. Jimin with Taehyung played with Hansu all the time. The little boy recovered from trauma quicker than the doctor expect.

“So hyung, I heard you found your mate?” Hoseok ask Jin.

“Of course hyung, she is beautiful and brave. However, poor her, she needs to deal with this old man.” Jungkook tease.

“Well when you ready send me the card. I’ll make sure I’m free to go to your wedding.” Jimin lit his cigarrete.

“I need to be the best man though.” Jin roll his eyes after Taehyung sentence. He sighs and just shut them up by changing the topic. Sadly, the topic begins again when you step into the scene.

“We are ba... oh, I’m so sorry.” You walk into the room with Hansu in your embrace. Jin walk toward you two and take Hansu from your embarce. Everyone there watch their biggest brother have a sweat moment with his future wife.

“Ahem..Ahem... Hyung, we are here.” Hoseok and Jimin clear their throat on purpose. You immediately look down.

“You guys make the girl startle.” Yoongi, who usually don’t join the tease, speak.

“Aish stop before I kick you guys out.” Jin reply with irritated voice.

“Not try to be disrespectful, but I’m still your boss.” Namjoon claim and walk toward you. He starts introducing himself and everyone in the room. The chat last long for awhile before everyone seperate. Bidding each other a goodbye.

“Now it’s our time.” Jin backhug you and kiss your cheek. Your cheek start blushing. Your body feel hot all of sudden. Jin do nothing, but chuckle with your reaction.

“Ready to eat?” He whisper.

“Jinssi...you...” You flush even more and hit his arm. He laugh and then speak again.

“What do you think? I mean the dinner. Hansu is going to be down here soon.”

‘It’s the time you idiot!’ The wolf scream in Jin’s head. Jin sigh and tell him to shut up.

‘This is the time bro. Before the kiddo wake up.’

“You look...so serious. What’s up?” You ask.

“Uhhh the thing is...you are my...mate.” You give him a puzzled look. Trying to understand what’s the meaning behind that.

“What is it? What are you trying to tell me?” You ask again, but Jin only sigh. He doesn’t know how to explain it.

‘Maybe it’s not the time yet.’

‘Explain idiot, before I take control.’ His wolf growl in his head. Making Jin feel dizzy.

“Huh it’s...I....” A voice interrupt him.

“Noona...please be my mom. Appa just ask you to be my mom. You are his other half and I want you to be my mom.”

“Hansu...” You are now speechless.

‘Great you just et the kid ask her instead of you. What a coward.’

‘Shut it, at least it will help her to easily accept us.’ Jin talk back to his wolf.

“Please, accept me.” Jin beg you this time. His voice is soft yet showing how desperate he wants you. 

“If noona don’t accept, I’ll cry.” 

Hansu eyes start welling up with tears. Gosh, you feel like you have been attack by these two. However, you can’t deny your feeling especially after everything that happen. You really love Hansu like your real son. You can sacrifice anything to keep this boy happy. And, you’ve already accept Jin. 

“Hansu...call me eomma from now alright.” Hansu look at you with his eyes widen. Suddenly, the boy runs to you and you lift him up. 

“Eomma, I love you.” The boy hug you tight. Burrying his face into your neck. Jin also doesn’t waste his time and hug you. Turning you around, his lips connect with yours. Both you savor the moment for awhile until Hansu voice appear again.

“Appa I’m hungry....” Jin seperate from you and take Hansu with him. You chuckle and follow both of them into the kitchen. 

Helping a mafia child seems to not bad huh

Hi every bypasser, I’m back. Finally I got my blog back. I hope you enjoy this one. I rush through this fic before my ideas disappear so I’m so sorry if you spot lots of mistakes. Thank you.

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Cadre Weaponry: The Fluff

Guess who’s back with more Cadre Weaponry content?? Surprise, it’s me! Okay, it’s time for some good old-fashioned fluff for all of our babies.

Summary: Welcome to Cadre Weaponry - the shop for all your weapons needs, both antique and modern! Join the boys of the Cadre as they become friends and tackle this thing we call life. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll even find love along the way.

We all know that our boys are crazy about their girls. Now let’s take a closer look at how they show how much they love their girls!

Warnings: Maybe some language, but I don’t even think you have to worry about that.

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TWO MONTHS LATER

“Hey, Luca!” Gavriel greeted as he walked into the lobby of Main Street Automotive. “How’s school?”

He was a sophomore in college, but whenever he wasn’t in class he worked the desk of the garage. His father, Malakai, owned the shop, and Gavriel knew that Luca was taking business classes so he could eventually take over.

“It’s going,” Luca replied, grimacing at the snort that slipped through Gavriel’s lips. “I like it and all, but Business 220 is kicking my ass.”

“Darrow still teaching that?” Gavriel asked, remembering how much of a hardass the man had been when he’d taken the class. When Luca nodded, he gave him a sympathetic grin. “I know he’s tough, but just keep pushing. Do well in his class and he’ll be the best reference you could ever ask for.”

Luca just sighed, though he did mutter a quick “thank you” before a sly grin lit up his features. “I know you’re not here just to ask me about school,” he joked. “Could you possibly be here to see your wife?”

Gavriel felt a giant smile spread over his face, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He and Lin had been married for almost a month, and every day still felt like a dream. “Of course I’m here to see my amazing wife.”

Luca just laughed at him and pointed toward the office/breakroom. “She’s back there somewhere. Just go on back.”

He waved and ducked around the counter, walking through the door just as Malakai came in from the garage. “Gavriel,” he nodded. “She’ll be right in - she was just under the hood of a ‘67 Impala.

Gavriel nodded at him, and opened his mouth to reply just as Lin walked through the door, a towel in her hands to dry them off. His voice died in his throat, and he heard Malakai chuckle at the awestruck look he felt slide across his face. Her dark hair was pulled up in a messy bun, pieces of her hair framing her face where they’d come free, and there was a black smudge across one cheek - probably from when she’d tried to brush a chunk of escaped hair off her face. She’d unzipped her overalls and left them hang around her waist, and the white tank top she had on underneath clung to her with sweat.

He decided he’d never seen anyone more beautiful.

Tossing the towel toward the laundry bin, she caught sight of him standing there. “Gav,” she smiled, eyes bright as she made her way across the room. She wrapped her arms around his waist and grinned at him. “What brings you here, husband?”

“You, my beautiful, forgetful wife.” When she gave him a confused look, he held up the water bottle in his hand, at least half a lemon sliced and floating inside it. Lin only liked lemon-water (she absolutely hated regular water), and he knew she’d be upset when he saw it sitting on the kitchen counter after she’d left that morning. “I thought you might want this.”

“Aww, thanks, baby,” she cooed, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss as she took the bottle from him. “You came all the way here just to bring me my water?”

“Lin, you work two blocks away from me,” he chuckled. “It’s not exactly far.”

“Still, your effort deserves a reward.” She winked at him, a happy laugh bubbling from her throat.

Gavriel pulled her closer, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Getting to see my gorgeous wife isn’t reward enough?”

Lin shook her head, though she did lean into him. “No, because not only did you bring my water, but I also got to see my wonderful husband. So, you get another reward.” She gave him a look that stopped his heart in his chest, and then she was kissing him like they hadn’t seen each other in weeks.

He cupped the back of her neck with one hand, bracing the other on her waist to keep her steady as she rocked up on her toes to kiss him harder. He tilted her head, allowing him to take control of the kiss, and he’d just swept his tongue into her mouth when someone cleared their throat behind them. 

Breaking apart, Gavriel turned his head in time to see Luca leading Emrys, his other father and Malakai’s husband, into the room, bags of food in both of their arms. Emrys owned the Mistward Diner, which was right next to the garage. He’d been the one to clear his throat, though it was Luca who yelled “get a room” as he set his bags on the table. 

“Breakfast is served!” Emrys announced, pulling every breakfast food imaginable from the bags. Malakai greeted him with a kiss and a smile before heading out to collect the rest of his employees from the garage, and Emrys turned his eyes on Gavriel. “You might as well join us, lad - you’re already here.”

“Yeah, just quit making out with Lin where we can see it!” Though Luca sounded disgusted, Gavriel knew he was happy for them.

Emrys smacked his son on the back of his head, making him wince theatrically.

Chuckling at their antics, Lin took his hand and led him to the table. They sat down just as everyone came in, smiles on their faces at the sight of the food Emrys brought for them every morning.

Lin reached for the plate of bacon, but she paused when Gavriel placed a hand on her shoulder, turning to give him an inquiring look. Dipping his napkin in the cup of water someone had placed in front of him, he used it to gently wipe the grease from her cheek.

She leaned into his touch, whispering “I love you” before pressing her lips to his palm.

“As I love you,” he murmured back, kissing her temple before turning back to the table, grinning at the soft looks everyone was giving them. 

TWO MONTHS AND FIVE DAYS LATER

Lorcan breathed deeply as he walked through the door, the scent of books filling him with a sense of peace. He’d always loved to read, had always been calmed by just being around books, and he loved them even more now that he was married to the owner of a bookstore. Lady of Perranth Book Emporium was Elide’s pride and joy, and he loved everything about it. She’d used part of her inheritance from her parents to pay for college - she had degrees in business and marketing - and to buy and start her own business. And business was booming - she sold new and used books, which people loved. 

Looking toward the till, Lorcan waved when he saw Ghislaine standing behind the counter. Another member of the Thirteen, she and Elide had become close when Elide moved in with Manon on her eighteenth birthday to get away from her uncle. She had always loved to read, and he knew she’d been thrilled when Elide had offered her a job.

“Hey, G,” he greeted, nodding at the book in her hands. “Jeffrey Deaver?”

“Lorcan, hey,” she replied. “Yeah, I thought it was time for a Bone Collector reread.”

“Always a solid choice. Any idea where Elide might be?”

Ghislaine chuckled. “Well, last I talked to her, she was checking inventory upstairs, so I’d start there.” Elide tended to multitask, which meant that she was all over the store all day long.

He just laughed as he made for the stairs. “Thanks,” he replied, her response echoing behind him as he climbed toward the second floor.

Catching sight of her as soon as he turned to face the room, he couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face. Her dark hair was secured in a messy bun on the top of her head, most likely to keep it from falling into her face while she organized the books. She was halfway up a ladder, a box resting on the top of it as she made space on the shelves. 

Setting the bag he was carrying on the floor, Lorcan wrapped his arms around her thighs from behind. “Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the strip of bare skin on her waist where her shirt had ridden up.

Though she’d tensed at his initial touch, Elide relaxed into his arms at the sound of his voice. “Hello, handsome,” she replied, turning to face him. She started to say something else, but it turned into a squeal when he lifted her off the ladder, sliding her down his body until her feet were on the ground.

“Hi,” he said again, lips brushing her forehead before he pressed them to her lips. Lorcan often thought that kissing Elide was his favorite thing.

When he finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed. “Wow,” she breathed, shooting him a smirk. “What brings you here in the middle of the work day?”

He motioned to the bag on the floor. “Well, it’s my lunch break and I was hoping to have lunch with my lovely wife.”

Her eyes lit up, and he felt his own smile growing. They’d been married for three months, and Lorcan was convinced he fell more in love with her every day. 

“Aren’t you the most thoughtful husband?” she replied, fingers dancing over his jaw. “If you brought what I think you did,” she continued, “then I will most definitely have lunch with you.”

“Sandwiches from Cafe Terrasen - made by Aelin herself because Lysandra was supervising every move and I harassed her into doing it - and your favorite desserts, too.” Lorcan laughed as she practically started drooling at his words. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders after grabbing the bag, he began leading her toward her office. 

Tangling her fingers with his, Elide leaned up to kiss his cheek as they walked. “G!” she called as they walked down the stairs. “I’m taking lunch with my wonderful husband.”

Ghislaine just nodded from her spot behind the counter, more than used to their antics.

Ducking out from under his arm at the bottom of the steps, Elide grabbed his hand again and started pulling him along, a happy smile on her face.

Lorcan knew he was grinning like a fool, but he didn’t care. His heart belonged completely to this woman - his amazing wife - and he wanted to show her that every single day. As she opened the door to her office, he said, “I’m so in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you,” she responded, kissing him one last time before they sat down to start eating. 

TWO MONTHS AND TEN DAYS LATER

The Keep was busy when Vaughan opened the door, though it seemed that most of the customers were gathered around tables instead of flocking to the bar. The restaurant was full of laughter and chatter, and he smiled at the relaxed atmosphere of the room. This had always been one of his favorite places in town, and not just because of the gorgeous woman tending to the bar.

He grinned as he watched her shake a drink, a wide smile on her face as the couple she was waiting on laughed at whatever she’d said. She caught sight of him as she was pouring the drink into a glass, and the smile on her face got even brighter. She finished what she was doing and made her way toward him, doing a quick sweep of the bar as she did. “Hey, babe,” Sorrel practically squealed as she rounded the bar. “What brings you here?”

“I can’t just want to see my beautiful fiancée?” They’d been engaged for just over two months, and Vaughan woke up in awe of that fact every single day. “But,” he continued as she saw what he was holding, “I will admit it’s not the only reason I stopped by. I know it’s a late night for you and I thought you might like some coffee.”

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest?” she murmured, taking the cup he extended her way. A breathtaking grin lit up her face when she took a sip, and the little moan that escaped her throat made his breath hitch. “And you even remembered how I take it!”

She’d been leaning up to kiss him, her coffee resting safely on the bar behind her, but Vaughan pinched her lips between his thumb and index finger. “Really?” he murmured, voice low as her hands danced across his thighs. “We’ve been together for five and a half years now - did you really think I wouldn’t know your coffee order?”

She nipped at his fingers when he finally pulled them away, and he smirked at the gleam in her eyes. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that you’re so good to me and I appreciate it.” She kissed him, just the softest brush of her lips on his, and Vaughan cupped her cheeks as he rested his forehead against hers. “Though it does make me curious about something.”

“And what’s that?” he breathed, eyes falling shut as she stroked her fingers over his spine.

“If you’re this good to your fiancée, how will you be with your wife?”

“My wife,” he replied, one hand tangling in her hair as the other slid down her body to rest just above the swell of her ass, “will be spoiled rotten.”

Sorrel didn’t have a chance to respond before he was kissing her, tongue sweeping into her mouth as he backed her against the bar. She fell apart beneath him, a gasp sliding into his mouth as he kissed her harder. Her fingers knotted in the fabric of his shirt when he tilted her head to kiss her with a deeper, claiming sort of fire. He forgot where they were - he forgot everything but the taste and feel of Sorrel as he lost himself in her. 

“Vaughan, if you don’t stop distracting my bartender I’ll have to throw you out.” He was distantly aware of a voice talking to him, but it wasn’t until Sorrel pushed on his chest to break their kiss that he realized it was Edda who had spoken. 

He took in the flush spreading across Sorrel’s cheeks before he lifted his head to smirk at Edda. “I don’t think your bartender would be too happy if you threw her fiancé out.”

“Okay, we get that you two are all ‘in love’ or whatever, but the rest of us don’t need to see it.” that was Briar, walking up to flick the side of his head. The two Blackbeak cousins owned The Keep Pub and Grille, and, despite their threats, he knew they found his relationship with one of their closest friends (and fellow member of The Thirteen) adorable. “So don’t tempt us - one of these days we’ll really do it.”

Giving her a hurt look, he turned pleading eyes on Sorrel. “You wouldn’t let them throw me out, would you, baby?”

She kissed his jaw quickly and walked back behind the bar, coffee in hand, before replying. “I just might - you’re very distracting.”

He winced theatrically and clasped a hand over his heart. “You wound me, baby.”

She just giggled and blew him a kiss before taking a lap to see how her customers were doing. He watched her work with a smile on his face, struck by how incredibly amazing she was and how lucky he was to have her.

Sorrel caught him watching her, and she tilted her head in a silent question at the look he was giving her.

Vaughan just shook his head, mouthing, “I love you.”

She smiled, the happiness in it bringing her eyes to life. “And I love you,” she mouthed, waving and holding up her coffee in a silent thank you as he turned for the door.

TWO MONTHS AND FIFTEEN DAYS LATER

Connall couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face as he walked through the front door and saw the way Petrah narrowed her eyes at him. Petrah Blueblood was the owner of The Wastes: Tattoo and Body Piercing, and she loved to give him a hard time. Even though he was engaged to one of her artists, he’d always gotten his tattoos at Doranelle Ink, which was owned by Rowan’s cousin, Sellene. It was also where Essar worked, and she and Lorcan remained friends despite their past, so all of the guys had been going to both of them for years.

“This shop is for customers of The Wastes only,” Petrah quipped, chucking a balled-up piece of paper at him. “No Doranelle Ink patrons allowed.”

“I guess you’ll have to stop letting Elide get tattooed here then,” he replied, tossing her paper right back at her. “You know Essar did her first two.” Though Vesta did all of Elide’s ink now, Essar had indeed done the first two, since Lorcan had drawn them with Essar’s help.

“That’s different.” That came from Rhiannon Crochan as she walked out of her suite. She was the other artist who worked there, and, as she was Manon’s half-sister, she knew Elide and the Thirteen very well. “We’ve converted her - she’s ours now.”

“Oh, so that’s how that works?” He raised an eyebrow at the two of them. Rhiannon cracked, a chuckle slipping through her lips, but Petrah held firm. 

“That’s exactly how this works.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but Vesta chose that moment to walk into the room.

“Okay, you two,” she started, red hair tumbling around her shoulders as she pulled it free from the bun it had been piled in. “Leave my fiancé alone.”

That was what finally broke Petrah, giggles falling from her lips. Connall laughed with her, grateful that Vesta had such supportive friends - and that they liked him. He had always been worried that he wasn’t enough for her, but he had started to believe he was when he realized her friends approved of him. 

Once he finally stopped laughing, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Hey, baby,” he murmured into her hair.

“Hi, love,” she replied, her face against his chest. “How come you’re here?”

“Well,” he started, pulling back enough that he could see her face, “I know you have a late appointment tonight, so I stopped at The Keep and grabbed us some dinner.” He lifted his other hand to show her the bag he carried.

Vesta smiled at that, happiness making her eyes light up. “Thanks, my love - that was really sweet.”

“Well, anything for my future wife.” Connall watched a faint blush spread over her cheeks at his words, and he leaned down to give her a soft kiss. “All this time together and the thought of being my wife still makes you blush?”

“It’s because I can’t believe how lucky I am.” She was smiling when he pulled away, twining their fingers and leading him to the small kitchen at the back of the shop. “I really appreciate this, Con. I was just debating if I had enough time to run out and grab something.”

“I’m glad I caught you before you left then.” Connall was pulling food out of the bag as he talked, watching as Vesta grabbed silverware from a drawer. “How much time do you have?”

“She’ll be here in about an hour and a half.”

Connall pulled out a chair for her, making sure she was seated before he joined her. “Seems kind of late for a tattoo appointment.”

“That’s because it is.” Vesta took a bite of the burger he’d brought her before she continued. “But Kaltain is a friend from college, and we’ve been designing her tattoo for months, and we were both too excited to wait.”

He nodded at her words, a small chuckle escaping him. That definitely sounded like her - designing was her favorite part of the whole process and she was always so excited to see the finished tattoo. When she raised an eyebrow at his laughter, he said, “I’m glad you love the design process so much, because I have an idea.”

“Yeah, and what’s that?”

Connall grinned at the suspicion in her tone as he took her hand in his. “Well, I’ve been thinking that I want another tattoo, and since you are my fiancée and all, I was thinking you could do this one?”

He’d watched her eyes get brighter as he talked, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of tears beginning to pool in them as she realized what he was saying. “Really?” she squealed.

He nodded, and she launched herself into his lap, her face buried in his neck. “Oh, Connall, I’m so excited! And I’m so honored, baby.”

“I’m the one who’s honored, Vesta. You’re so talented. I’ve been meaning to ask for a while, but I wanted to find something perfect for you to design.” She kissed him before the words had finished leaving his lips, and he could feel her joy practically radiating from her.

The kiss was hard, and he was breathing heavily by the time she pulled away, though he noticed that she was, too, as she breathed “I love you so much, Connall Moonbeam” against his lips.

“I love you just as much, Vesta Iarann.”

She pulled back enough to look into his eyes. “Does this mean you have an idea?”

“It does.”

She squealed again, kissing him quickly before climbing off his lap. “Let me get my sketchbook and we can get started!” she called, already out of the room before she’d gotten halfway through her sentence.

Connall felt his smile grow as he realized, once again, just how much he loved her. And how much he couldn’t wait to be married to her in eight months.

She was his whole world, and he couldn’t wait for everyone to know it. 

TWO MONTHS AND TWENTY DAYS LATER

Walking into Blackbeak Gym was a lot like walking into his college gym, though on a much larger scale. The main room, which was situated behind the front desk, was full of rows upon rows of equipment, treadmills lined along one wall and weights along another, with an open space in the back, the floor covered in mats. There was a hallway just to the right of the front desk that led to both locker rooms, and he could just make out the office door in the back corner. The second floor consisted of smaller rooms (equipped for the various classes taught in them) ringed by an indoor track. He knew the door to his right would take him to a huge climbing wall, and the one to his left would lead him to the pool.

It was the door on the left that Fenrys moved toward, waving to Imogen as she stood behind the desk, where she was most likely checking her appointments. As a personal trainer, her days were never the same. She waved back just as he walked through the door, and then his eyes immediately locked on the golden-haired figure moving through the water.

Asterin broke through the surface, hair slicked back and her black one-piece clinging to her in a way he could describe as sinful. She blinked the water from her eyes as she reached for the edge of the pool, droplets clinging to her lashes as she caught sight of him. “Hello, love,” she grinned. “I wasn’t expecting to see you!”

“I just stopped to admire the view,” he quipped, raking his eyes over her as she floated in the water. “Now I finally know why you guys have such a booming business - you look positively sinful, baby.”

Asterin scoffed and splashed water over his legs, though the giggle that escaped her mouth told him she was only playing. “I’ll have you know that people come here because our gym is awesome.” She’d started climbing out of the pool as she spoke, but she stopped at the top of the ladder to give him a look. “Getting to see me like this is an added bonus.”

“It certainly is,” he murmured, handing her the towel she’d pointed to and pressing his lips to her forehead. “It’s a shame none of them can ever have you now - you’re mine for life, lovely wife.”

“And beyond even that,” she whispered before continuing at normal volume, “I guess it’s a good thing I love you so much then, my husband.”

Fenrys chuckled at that, wrapping one arm around her shoulders as she began walking toward her office. They’d been married for a month and a half now, and their honeymoon stage was still going strong. “Well, you’re about to love me even more.”

When she only gave him a confused look, he held up the hand he’d been keeping hidden behind his back, allowing her to see the real reason he’d actually stopped in. “I thought you might want a smoothie after your swim.” She’d come into the gym early sometimes to use the pool before it got too full, and she always said smoothies were her favorite way to start her shift on those days. He knew she usually ran out to grab one, so he figured he’d surprise her.

Asterin beamed and took it from him, all but moaning as she took a sip.

He couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. “People will really keep coming in if you keep making noises like that.”

“Shut up,” she quipped, leaning up to kiss him quickly before letting both of them into her office. “Thanks for this, baby - it’s exactly what I needed.”

“Glad to be of service, my love.”

She gave him an innocent little smirk, setting her drink on her desk before she pushed him down into the chair behind it. Climbing on his lap, she murmured, “let me thank you properly.”

Fenrys smirked up at her, a low whistle falling from his lips at the sight of her damp hair framing her face. “I don’t know what I did to get so lucky, Rin, but I’m glad I did.” He pressed a soft kiss to her jaw, heart fluttering when he saw tears spring into her eyes at his words.

“Damnit, Fen, stop making me cry when I’m trying to be sexy!”

“Baby, there’s never been a single moment that I didn’t think you were sexy.”

More tears spilled down her cheeks at that, but it didn’t stop her from kissing him once, twice, three times. “I love you so much.”

She kissed him harder then, tongue sliding into his mouth. He was losing himself in everything that was his amazing wife, hands settling on her hips, when someone flicked the side of his head.

“You know,” Manon drawled, one eyebrow arched, “some people are trying to work here.”

“That’s why you have your own office!” Asterin whined, dropped her forehead against his while he laughed at her.

“And how exactly am I meant to go over finances with you if I’m in my office and you’re in yours?” Manon gave her a hard look, though Fenrys could see the teasing glint in her eye.

Asterin sighted through her nose. “Send me an email and schedule an appointment.”

Even Manon laughed at that, their combined chuckles filling the office. Fenrys was still laughing as he stood, Asterin’s legs wrapping around his waist. Sliding his hands under her thighs to support her, he pressed one more kiss to her lips. “As much as I’d love to stay, I do actually have a job to get to.”

Untangling herself from him, Asterin pressed her lips to his chin. “Okay, babe. I love you.”

“And I love you,” he replied, hugging her and nodding at Manon on his way out.

TWO MONTHS AND TWENTY-FIVE DAYS LATER

He walked through the double doors to Cafe Terrasen, a wide smile on his face as the quaint atmosphere of the coffee shop washed over him. Aelin had poured her heart and soul into this place when she’d bought it, and he could see her love for her home and her history reflected in every single part of the building. Despite the fact that she’d never been the best cook - she tried, but something always seemed to go wrong - she managed to own and operate an incredibly successful coffee shop. Although, part of that was probably because Aelin only made the drinks, since she was an excellent barista - Lysandra handled the food. 

Just as the thought crossed his mind, Lysandra came out from the back carrying a tray of muffins, the blueberry scent wafting through the room. She was whistling as she worked, waving to their regular customers as she slid the muffins into the display case. Looking up, she caught his eye and her face broke into a wide smile. “Hey, Rowan!” she greeted, wiping her hands on her apron. 

“Hey, Lys,” he replied, resting his arms on the counter by the till, the duffel bag slung over his shoulder thunking gently against the wood. “Busy morning?”

She shrugged, a wry look on her face. “You know how it is. The early morning rush is a lot, but it’s slowed down now - gives me time to stock the bakery case.”

“And, let me guess,” Rowan interjected, “it gives Aelin a chance to take a chill pill?”

Lysandra only arched an eyebrow. “Have you ever known her to calm down?”

“Not really, no,” he chuckled. “Speaking of my frazzled wife, where is she?”

She waved a hand toward the kitchen. “She’s in the back, arguing with the espresso machine - well, I assume so, anyway. Maybe seeing you will get her to chill out.”

Rapping his knuckles twice on the counter, he nodded his thanks and walked around the counter, grabbing a cup from the shelf and pouring some of Cafe Terrasen’s signature dark roast into it. Stirring two spoonfuls of sugar into it, he snapped the lid into place and walked into the kitchen - and was greeted with the sight of his wife scowling at an espresso machine, just like Lysandra had said.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, kissing her cheek as he walked up behind her. “Get into a fight with another piece of equipment?”

“Ro, hey.” She knocked her temple against his chin gently, her brow still furrowed even as she turned to face him. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Nodding, he handed her the cup of coffee in his hand. “I’m on my way there now, I just wanted to stop in to see you on the way.”

“Aww, that was sweet.” Aelin offered him a small smile, kissing him gently before turning back to her latest project. “And thanks for the coffee, love - you always know exactly what I need.”

He snorted, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “Well, I’d like to think that after three years of marriage, I know my wife pretty well. Now - why the frustration with the espresso thingy?”

She chuckled at that, which was what he’d been hoping for. “The filter just got clogged and I’m trying to clean it - I’m not even that frustrated with it. Lys just likes to be dramatic.”

“I know, baby.” Rowan kissed the side of her neck, working his lips up to her jaw and over to her lips, pressing soft kisses to her mouth, one after another after another. He didn’t stop kissing her until she was laughing against his lips, her own curled into a smile.

Aelin slipped her hands over his shoulders, pausing when her fingers caught on the strap of the duffel bag he was still carrying. “Why do you have a duffel bag?” she asked, pulling away to stare at him in confusion.

“Oh,” he murmured, almost forgetting the reason he’d decided to stop by the coffee shop on his way to work. “It’s yours, actually.”

“Mine?” Her nose scrunched up as she tried to figure out what he was talking about, and Rowan couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable she was. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose, squeezing her sides gently when she swatted his chest. 

“Yours,” he confirmed. “You remember our plans for this afternoon?”

She offered him a tentative smile. “Yeah, we’re going to The Gap to go hiking. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, Fireheart, I know I might have distracted you a little this morning when you were trying to get ready.” He broke off as she poked him in the stomach, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she laughed, and he couldn’t help but join in. He’d joined her in the shower that morning, and he’d kept her moans echoing throughout their bathroom long after the water had run cold. “Anyway, I noticed that you forgot your hiking boots when you left. So, I thought I’d drop them off on my way to work today.”

Though she’d looked a little upset about forgetting her boots, her face lit up when she realized he’d brought them to her. “You’re a lifesaver, baby - I can’t believe I forgot them.”

“It’s not a problem, love.” She cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb over his bottom lip. Kissing the pad of her finger, he added, “I mostly just wanted to stop in and see you, and this way I have an excuse to keep the boys from giving me too much shit.”

Aelin pulled him into a hug, resting her chin against his chest even as she laughed. “They still like to tease you about going soft - just because you were the first one to get married?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, kissing her forehead. “But if having you in my life means I have to go soft and get teased by the guys? I’d do it without a second thought.”

“Oh, love.” She kissed the side of his jaw, nipping him gently with her teeth as she pulled away. “You were always soft with me.” Kissing him with a kind of tenderness that promised so much more, she added, “it’s part of the reason I fell so deeply in love with you.”

“I love you so much, Fireheart.” Rowan kissed her again, this one lingering and and just a little teasing. “To whatever end.”

“To whatever end, Ro.”

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Astrophile [Pt.8]

Chapter:  Fallen Star

Summary:  Bucky asks for a favor and it has huge consequences for everyone.

Warnings:  FLUFF. Sweet, pure Bucky.

A/N: I’m SO excited about this chapter even though it’s garbage. It’s super cute and fluffy. So enjoy all the sweetness. Send me love because i”m needy, okay?!  Plus all your comments make my day. Beta’d by the beautiful and talented @lokissoul I love you 3000.

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“Daddy is silly. Y/n likes him, too!” Ori groans and smacks her palm against her forehead.

Natasha smirks as she pours pancake batter on to the hot pan in front of her. “I am not arguing with you peanut. I don’t think your daddy knows that, though.”

Orion has talked of little else since the night she told her aunt about her daddy’s crush, and that was over a week ago. Nothing has changed in that time. Ori was still going over to the bookstore whenever she could, Bucky and Y/n talked all day every day, and Y/n came over for another movie night, but this time Ori insisted that Y/n sat in the middle. That was until she missed her daddy a little too much and ended up crawling in his lap where she promptly fell asleep.

She hasn’t mastered matchmaking just yet – Ori’s got a lot on her plate with being a princess and all.

A plate stacked three chocolate chip pancakes high lands in front of the little girl, and Natasha gathers her curls up in her hand in an attempt to push them out of her eyes while she eats. Ori pokes around at her pancakes with her fork, a deep frown sets in her adorably chubby cheeks – no explanation is needed.

“It’s been a while since daddy has liked someone. So long, the last time he’s really liked anyone was way before you existed. We might have to let this unfold on its own.”

Okay, maybe Natasha is feeling guilty after the whole Tony set up. The plan backfired, and she had not expected Tony and Y/n to get along so well.  She was ninety percent sure the date would be a flop, and it would make Bucky see what was right in front of him before it was too late. 

Neither happened, and now it might be too late.

“Putting out fires he can handle, but girls not so much,” Ori sighs with a shake of her head.

Nat froze hands in holding her curls and bent down to see her niece’s face, “Where did you hear that?”

“Uncle Sammy.”

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Bucky has big plans for today – huge plans! To say he is excited is a severe understatement. He called Y/n early this morning and asked if she could swing by the preschool a few blocks away from the station, and she agreed without hesitation because that’s just the kind of person she is. Her one day off from the bookstore and she’s ready to drop whatever she has planned to spend the day with him without even questioning his reasoning.

This should be a good day, and it was until Y/n pulled into the parking lot. Bucky’s heart sinks when he sees the Audi R8 come to a stop out front of the school – he was not expecting her to show up with Tony. Why did Tony have to get out of the car? Did he need to show off right now? Bucky has never wanted to punch him this badly before–

“Hey, Buck,” she chirps.

“Hey, Y/n,” Bucky grins right back.

Y/n’s whole face is lit up, and Bucky is glowing right back at her despite the fact her fingers are weaved around Tony’s. Tony gives a gentle squeeze to her hand, and she quickly shakes it off, turning to look at Tony with a smaller, duller smile.

“You two know each other right?”

Of course, she knows that already. She is uncomfortable – Tony quickly works out. He’s never seen her awkward like this before, and he can’t quite place the reason for her nerves.

“We do,” Tony confirms as he catches Sam and Clint waving their arms trying to get her attention, “I think you have some fans trying to call you over.”  

She peers around Bucky and grins at the two man-children jumping up and down in an attempt to get her attention.“I guess I better go over there before they break a leg or something. Call me later tonight after work?” She asks, tilting into Tony a little more than Bucky would care to see.

“Yeah, go. Go have fun. I’ll see you later,” Tony says as he leans in to kiss her softly. He doesn’t linger, but he’s in no hurry to lose the feel of her lips either. She still tastes like coffee and lemon pancakes from breakfast – not a combination he normally likes, but it tastes good on her.

When he pulls back, he can see the shift in Bucky’s demeanor, and it’s one Y/n misses entirely. She steps around Bucky leaving the two men in a sea of nervous tension, Bucky’s eyes are stuck to the roll of stickers in his hands, and he doesn’t look back up until It’s just him and Tony. Tony steps forward into the taller man’s eye line and grins, clearly unphased by the tension surrounding them.  

“Ah, Bucko. How’s the family? Everyone doing good? Great. That’s terrific. Listen, I didn’t know the two of you were so close. I definitely didn’t think you were close enough to call before lunch and ask her for favors.”

Bucky is seconds away from drowning him in that fountain behind them. If there weren't children present, he would have tried. 

“I didn’t know you were even seeing her today,” Bucky bristles. “We talked on the phone till she fell asleep last night and she never mentioned you. Not once.”

Tony watches him for a beat too long, and Bucky is instantly second-guessing himself. Did she fall asleep on the phone with him? She looked like she was fast asleep, but maybe she called Tony back after they hung up? Are they more serious than Bucky realized? Well, he absolutely hates that idea. 

“And she’s your…”

“Friend. We are just friends, Tony,” Bucky says with an exasperated sigh. This stupid crap again. He can’t get away from it. Bucky glances back at Y/n talking to Sam and then back to find Tony staring at him.

And there it is Tony realizes – the reason.

“You’re an idiot,” Tony says bluntly and slips his sunglasses on.

‘I –I,” Bucky stutters as he watches Tony walk to his car without so much as a goodbye. 

“You’re the idiot,” He grumbles on his way back to Y/n.  Sam points her in the direction of the class they are going to be in, and he jogs to catch up to her, smiling nervously when he finally reaches her side.

“So,” he gulps. “You didn’t tell me you had a date with Tony this morning. I wouldn’t have called if I had known.”

She frowns and shakes her head following him into one of the classrooms across from where Sam was gathering kids up. 

“It wasn’t a date. Just breakfast and even if it had been a date you can always call me. You’re the number one guy in my life. You should know that by now, Buck.” Bucky hangs his head, letting his hair fall in his face to cover the smile that is so wide his cheeks are hurting.

“Okay, where do you want me?” She asks, grinning at him. “Want me to read to the kids or something?” 

Bucky points to the large bag on the floor fighting the smirk on his face– did he buy a special bag for dramatic effect? That’s no one’s business. She eyes it curiously as she slowly opens it and takes a peek inside. It’s quiet, and after a long pause, she slowly looks up at him at a loss for words because, seriously, what the hell is this?

“What is this?”

“Oh, this is payback, darlin’,” Bucky says, sauntering towards her. “Sweet, sweet payback.” He pulls the head of a giant dalmatian costume and grins at her. “You’re going to help teach the kids how to stop, drop and roll while you’re dressed up as this furry guy.”

An excited squeal slips from her lips, and Bucky’s smile drops. She digs out the bottom half of the costume and could not be any more excited to dress up like a giant firefighting dog if she tried.

“Wait a damn minute–”

“–Language. We are in the school.”

“Okay, Steve,” he snarks back. “You can’t be excited about this. This is supposed to be payback!”

Y/n grins as she slips her feet into the bottom half of the costume pulling it up her body and grabs the head from Bucky’s hand. “I love kids, Buck. I don’t know if you figured this out, but I like doing silly things like this. Oh! Look! There’s a fan inside in the head.”

“Here,” Bucky demands gently with a chuckle and shakes his head at the pure excitement in her voice. Hand it over.” 

He takes the dalmatian head from her outstretched hands and helps slip it onto her shoulders grinning at the sight before him– she has to be the cutest damn firefighting dalmatian he’s ever seen.

“The fan is broken,” Y/n’s muffled voice carries through the head of the suit, and it tugs at Bucky’s heart. He can hear the pout in her voice, and he is so grateful he can’t see her face because that adorable pouty face she makes when she’s upset just about knocks him to his knees.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky winces. “That’s one hundred percent Sam’s fault.”

“You’re blaming him because he’s out there talking to the kids and can’t defend himself, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

Bucky grins and spins her around to face the door, settling a hand on her back to help guide her back outside without injury. He knows how hard it is to see through the head of that stupid costume from personal experience, and Sam wasn’t the best at guiding him around. He did manage to walk Bucky into several doors and a few walls– that might be the cause of the broken fan.

“Let’s go, Sparky.”  

Y/n let Bucky guide her outside where Sam and Clint had the kids gathered around in two rows. Bucky takes a step back, allowing Sam to take over so he can hang in the back to watch and what a sight it is. Every single kid gets a high five, there’s some dance she somehow had ready for a moment just like this, and she even pokes fun of Sam a bit when he’s not looking. Bucky’s favorite part though? It has to be Y/n teaching the kids how to stop, drop and roll. Sparky’s head is not exactly secure, so she had to keep a tight hold onto the head as she rocks back and forth on the ground – there might be some video evidence, and she might be perfect.

Without a doubt, she’s the best Sparky they have ever had. After the last of the kids are corralled back into the classroom and the coast is clear, Y/n pulls the head of the giant dog off and blows a piece of fuzz off her face. 

“So are we even now?”

Bucky chuckles. Yeah, okay, they are even now. She might even have the upper hand still.  

“Yeah, we are even. I might owe you. I was volunteering today, so I don’t have to go back with the guys, and Nat is watching Ori for a few more hours. Do you want to grab dinner? My sorry for making you roll around on the ground in a giant dog costume.”

“I didn’t mind. It was fun,” Y/n assures Bucky.

Of course, you didn’t mind, Bucky thinks.

“There’s a food truck a few blocks from Nat’s that has really good burgers, and I thought you would like it. Don’t even ask. I checked. They have ice cream, and I promise you can get two kinds of desserts.”

“Um, as if I would say no to two kinds of dessert? I guess it’s okay if you’re there,” She teases as she shimmies out of the bottom half of the costume. “Let me get cleaned up a bit, and we can go.”

Bucky watches as she makes her way back across the yard a little skip in her step as she goes. For someone who just spent the afternoon in a bulky, overheated dog costume, she is in an awfully good mood, and he has no idea why that makes his heart jump so much. He knows he has spent too much time watching her when he feels someone walk up and stand beside him – it just had to be Sam.

Sam leans against the side of the truck grinning at Bucky, “Going out?”

“Sam–”

“I heard the two of you just now. You’re taking her on a date!” Sam exclaimed, loudly.

“It’s not a date! She’s dating Tony.”

God, Bucky hates the way that sounds – it tastes foul and wrong and dirty. It doesn’t matter if it does. She’s his friend, and she’s happy. That’s all that’s important. “This doesn’t change anything. I take Nat to dinner all the time. Am I dating her?”

“No, she’s like your sister and married to one of your best friends.”

“So I can’t have any friends that aren’t married to one of you idiots without it being romantic?”

“Christ,” Sam grumbles. “There’s something between the two of you, and now you’re taking her to dinner without Ori. The way you look at her? You gotta know this is different, man.”

“It’s not. Go protect our city or something. I’m busy–”

“–Busy waiting for your date.”

“I hate you so much.”

Y/n walks up behind them and links an arm with Bucky, grinning widely and cooing at the idea of a date. 

“Someone is going on a date?”

“No one is going on a date. Sam is being stupid,” Bucky grumbles and shoves Sam away from them. 

“Ready to tear up some burgers?”

“Yep. Is it weird that I miss Ori?” She asks as she digs through her bag, checking to make sure she isn’t leaving anything behind. 

Bucky stares at her unable to speak or even think. She’s wearing lipstick. The same lipstick she wore when she went out with Tony, the one she said was only for special occasions – the one Bucky said he liked. She wasn’t wearing any when Tony dropped her off. So, she put it on to go out with him? He’s not sure if he should like that as much as he does. 

“Can we bring her some cookies or something?”

And she wants to bring Ori cookies because she misses her? Did he hear that right? He’s never gone out with a woman, date or not, and had them worry about his daughter. 

“Buck?” She questions, waving a hand in front of his face to get his attention. “Do they have something we could bring her? I don’t want her feeling left out when we pick her up.”

When we pick her up. No he didn’t hear that wrong and it might be the sweetest thing he’s heard all day. 

He clears his throat and nods a few times too many but it makes her giggle so the whiplash was well worth it, “Oh, yeah. They do. They, uh, they have those big chocolate chip cookies. We can bring her some.”

“Good,” She beams. “Lead the way. I’m all yours, December.”

Shit.

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The few tables that are set out in front of the food truck are overly filled with other couples and family so finding a seat takes a minute. Apparently, Bucky wasn’t the only craving burgers and fries tonight. They finally end up sitting on the same side of a small picnic table, legs stuck together and elbows bumping every time they reach for their drinks or a napkin. Neither batted an eye at having to share the little bench, or their legs squished together for that matter.

It felt natural – weirdly enough.

“You never really told me,” Bucky mentions, hesitant and unsure for the first time all night. “How was your date with Stark?”

“Oh, it was good. Tony’s sweet and funny. Constantly finds a way to make me laugh. I know he’s not your favorite but –” Bucky feels his heart constricting the more she went on. He can see her lips moving but can’t hear her. It’s as if his brain is attempting to save his heart from having to hear just how fantastic Tony is and how happy they are together. “– But then I stupidly said that I only really laugh when I’m with you. Not great first date talk.”

Bucky sat up straighter. Now, this he wants to hear. 

“Wait, you talked about me on your date? You were on a date with Tony Stark and talked about me?”

“Um, yeah? I’m sorry. Is that weird? We talk a lot, and you do make me laugh. I always have fun when I’m with you, so it just slipped out,” She mumbles, eyes downcast, slightly embarrassed she blurted it out like that.

“Hey, it’s fine. I don’t mind you talking about me.” He bumps his shoulder against hers and grins when she meets his eyes with a nervous smile. 

“You make me laugh, too. All the time actually.” 

Y/n relaxes a bit and blows out a breath as she pushes the empty cardboard container away from her. Her head falls onto his shoulder like it was meant to be there and Bucky freezes unsure what he should do. If it was Natasha, he would kiss her head and playfully shove her off him, but she’s not Natasha. She’s different. Y/n’s been different from the day he met her, not in the way Natasha hoped but it doesn't change the fact that she is. Bucky slowly lifts his arm and drapes it around her shoulder, letting his thumb sweep up and down her bare arm, so subtly she almost didn’t notice.

Almost.

“I’m so full,” She whines playfully. “Why did you let me eat that much?”

“Since when can I ever tell you what to do?”

“Okay, good point.”

Bucky wants to say something, anything, so she stays right where she is and never leaves his side again, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to risk saying something stupid. He’s made a fool of himself in front of her enough over the short time they have known each other, and the last thing he wants to do is make her feel uneasy with him. A quiet comfort settles between them, Bucky’s thumb is still ghosting over her arm, and the only thing that could make this better is his little comet.

“Ice cream and cookies now?” Y/n begs breaking the silence and tilts her up to meet his eyes with zero intentions of moving from the crook of his arm.

“You just said you were full, and now you want ice cream and cookies?” He counters, brow raised and wearing a huge grin. “It’s going to make you sick, doll.”

She sticks out her bottom lip, and Bucky can feel his resolve crumbling instantly. He closes his eyes still grinning like a fool and groans, “Alright. Quit it. I’ll give you whatever you want if you promise not to look at me all cute like that.”

“Whatever you want, Buck.”

Double shit.

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The car rolls to a stop in front of the Aquila Books and Bucky peeks back at Ori to make sure she’s fast asleep; she’s snoring away. Her tiny hands clutching her new books with chocolate smeared on her chubby cheeks from the cookies Y/n bought her. Natasha was all too happy when they showed up together to pick up Ori. She was annoyingly chipper about it. Bucky had thought about dropping Y/n off first, but the bookstore was past Natasha’s place. Not to mention how excited Y/n was to see Ori andBucky knew Ori would be disappointed if she didn’t get to see Y/n – he could endure Natasha’s bullcrap for his best girl.

“So, you will help me throw this party?” Bucky looks back at Y/n with an apologetic smirk. “Since apparently, Tasha can’t help for the first time.”

Funny how Natasha made sure to bring up Ori’s fifth birthday party on their way out the door and mentioned she was so busy at work she couldn’t help plan her party. Since Orion has been born Natasha has never missed out on planning her party. Not once. Bucky has a feeling this isn’t about Ori’s party or Natasha’s work schedule. 

“Of course I’ll help. One fantastical space themed birthday coming up!” Y/n squeals as loudly as can with the sleeping comet in the backseat and Bucky can’t help but chuckle. He shakes his head and sighs, “Thank you for today and going to dinner with me and all the books and… for just being you.”

Y/n leans over the shifter and cups holders and kisses his cheek. 

“Thanks for liking me for… me,” she whispers softly. 

She’s grabbing her bag and is out of the car in a flash. Bucky’s hand slowly reaches up to his cheek that still had a slight hint of her lipstick staining his skin. He quickly shakes off whatever the hell those goosebumps mean and shouts out the open passenger window, “Hey, Beck?” 

Y/n turns back around, keys in her hand waiting with a shy smile. 

“I like the lipstick,” He says with a grin and a wink.

That tiny smile turns into a face-splitting grin, and she shakes her head at the satisfied look on Bucky’s face as he drives off. Y/n takes the steps two at a time still grinning from ear to ear when she walks through her front door. She shuts the door behind her and leans back against the solid wood. It’s grounding and firm and helps keep her weakened legs from giving out, a soft giggle bubbles up and the grin on her face is starting to hurt her cheeks. Her laughter and smile slowly fade and guilt replaces the warm feeling in her chest when her eyes focus on the massive bouquet of red roses Tony gave her this morning. 

It was just dinner with a friend, so why did she feel so guilty?

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Ch 1 of the Logince Princess and the Frog au!!!

This is my biggest fanfic by f a r . Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: voodoo, frogs, brief mention of food

Words: 5049

“Now here I’d like to tell you a story. A story that takes place right where we are, in the Big Easy. Down here in Louisiana, there’s a city you may have heard of, way down by the River. Does New Oreleans ring a bell? The place where jazz is always playin’ and you’re always guaranteed a good time. The lifestyle we live is as slow as the Mississippi. But you’ll have a treat down here in New Orleans. Oh, you haven’t lived if you haven't had a good bowl of gumbo with some grits. Or hear that smooth jazz that just sweeps you off your feet, mm, that’s the good stuff. If you want to truly live, come down to New Orleans to do it. We’ve got magic, sure do. Good and bad in New Orleans. Give ya what ya want but take what ya have. My dream since I was a youngin’ was to see New Orleans. You know, everybody got dreams. Rich people, poor people we all got dreams. This story I’m about to tell you focuses on one boy’s dream and the unusual way it comes true. Oh, this is a story of magic and love, plain and simple. The weird ways fate ties us together. Alright, I’ll stop stalling. You ready?”

“Please, I’m going to get the funds, I swear-” Logan begged to the bankers. 

“I’m sorry, where do you expect to get all this money? We can’t offer you a loan until we believe you can get the money to pay us back” They said, not budging a bit. 

“But-”

“We have made our decision.” An attendant escorted him to the door.  He gruffed and walked out. 

He had been saving up for so long for this library and a building finally opened up that he could buy, only for some big wigs to come in and make an offer higher than he could bid. This was his mother’s legacy, his dream. He just had to get this library, he didn't know what he’d do if he didn’t. He sighed, walking to his work at the school. He picked up a paper on his way to teach science at the Middle School in the area. It didn’t pay much, but it was the best job he could get. The paper’s headline was 

“Prince Roman of the Carnacty family coming to New Oreleans!” Logan sighed. Always ex-celebs who run out of luck coming to all the big cities to get their name in the headlines. He walked in the front door, greeting the attendant lady. His kids were already in the classroom, patiently waiting. Their mouths were going a mile a minute, he was trying to just get a snippet of the conversation. One kid said kind of loudly,

“I can’t believe he’s coming to New Oreleans! A real prince!!!” 

“Well he’s gonna marry me, I can already tell” One of the girls scoffed. He tried his best to stifle a laugh. It was well known the prince wasn't exactly into the princesses. Well, neither was he for that matter. Women were just so… dramatic. They all stopped talking as the bell rang, piercing through the room. Announcements crackled over the intercom, telling the kids that Math Club had been postponed and the basketball game tonight. He stood up from his desk, highly caffeinated and began teaching the kids. Amelia and Lucas raised their hands several times to ask questions during the lecture as expected. He let out a sigh of relief as the bell rang once again, signaling the end of school. He filed out quickly after the kids. He was supposed to meet with his dad today, one wednesday a month they got together to talk. God bless his father, when Logan was a child, he tried so hard to support Logan financially he rarely got a chance to spend with his son. But now that Logan was off on his own he and his father had some more time to spend together.  

He met his father on the block they’d agree they’d meet. He wanted to show his father the building he had his eye on for awhile. Technically they weren’t supposed to be there but oh well. He walked up the dusty stairs and pushed open two heavy dark oak doors to reveal an empty building with a staircase leading up to a second story. There were big french-style windows on the walls, illuminating the dusty room with a beautiful golden-white light. The building itself was made of bricks that were painted over a creamy tan color. Logan’s mind flooded with images of neat rows of bookshelves, with fluffy pillows and seating arrangements scattered around. The floors, polished to a shine and half of the upper floor dedicated to an information area and classes, taught by anyone who wanted to volunteer. But best of all, there would be a plaque on the back wall, visible right when you entered, saying “Dedicated to Mary L. Berry”. He would make his mother proud, do something right for once. He snapped out of his thoughts as his father said, 

“Sure is a fixer-upper” His dad chuckled a bit. 

“Well of course. I would rather add my own furnishings and make it my library than buy a dollhouse. There is so much room for improvement!” He walked towards the center of the building, getting bathed in light. 

“Isn’t it just astounding?” There were stars in his eyes. 

“Well, sure is… something.” HIs father tentatively walked towards Logan. The light died in his eyes. 

“...what? Is it not adequate?” The light died in his eyes as he turned towards his father. “If there’s anything you don’t like about, we can fix it” Logan’s father sighed and put a hand on his son’s shoulder. 

“Bub-” Oh no. His father only called him bub when something was wrong. “You don’t get money like this from teaching- or for waitering for that matter, either. Maybe something a bit smaller?” 

“It’s for mom though- it’s what she would have wanted” 

“First of all, she only wanted you to be healthy and safe. Second of all, you should be doing this for you, not to rekindle the embers of your mother’s dying dream.” Logan sighed. 

“I want to be a librarian though- It’s my dream, too” His father looked at him worriedly.

“If your heart’s in the right place, bub… either way, how are you going to get the money? People like us can’t afford such a lovely place.” 

“You like it?” Logan said excitedly. HIs father shot him a pointed look. 

“I’ve been saving up. I have enough to meet the market price” His father knew he wasn’t telling him something but he let it go. “I have been waiting so long for this, and it’s finally in my grasp. I just have to work a few more overtimes and I’ll-” His father cut him off. 

“Woah woah woah. I asked you before if you had the money. Do you or not?” Logan looked to the side. 

“There’s a higher bidder” 

“Oh…” 

Logan sighed and walked over to the door and opened it, rising up a cloud of dust. 

“We should go, we’re not supposed to be here anyway…” Logan’s dad gave a curt nod and tipped his hat. His father hailed a cab and hopped in. 

“See you soon!” He hollered as the driver took off. Logan nodded and waved as his father disappeared down the street. He sighed and let the tears that he was holding back roll down his cheeks as he looked to the building. 

“I was almost there…”   

(------)

One of his coworkers taunted him. “C’mon, the Mardi Gras party held by Charlotte every year is tonight. You guys grew up together, you should go!” He rolled his eyes and straightened his tie. 

“Mardi Gras parties are frivolous events where people get dressed up like little kids and get drunk on mimosas. Does that sound like something I would enjoy?” 

“Aww, you’re no fun.” His coworker whined.

“I am plenty of fun!” He huffed and put his hands on his hips. 

“Well if you were really fun you’d join us.” 

“Fine… I’ll go to your little party or whatever.” His coworker smiled.

“I knew I could convince you! It's a costume party, so dress up!” His coworker hollered from down the hall. He sighed. What had he gotten himself into? 

(~~~~) 

“C’mon Remus! We’re finally here! There are places to go, people to meet! Hurry up!” Roman hollered from up the street. Remus huffed as he adjusted to the bags he was holding. Roman’s bags. While his brother was what, talking to one of the locals? His brother never helped with anything. It was always up to Remus. 

“If you could maybe help I wouldn’t be so far behind” 

“ALL I HEAR IS EXCUSES, BROTHER! LET’S GO!” He didn’t know why Roman insisted on calling him ‘brother’. The way he treated Remus was as if he was a servant, not a royal. But of course, because Roman was first in line for the throne, nobody really cared about Remus. Was his name in the papers? Nope. It was just Roman’s. Everything was Roman, Roman, Roman. Remus grudgingly quickened his pace as he followed his brother. 

“Isn’t this a lovely city?” Roman stretched out his arms. 

“Yeah…” Remus mumbled. 

“...is there a problem, brother?” Remus rolled his eyes. 

“No, everything’s a-ok” Roman sighed. 

“What is it, and let’s not let your terrible mood leave a stain on this vacation” Remus did his best not to punch his brother in the face. He sighed. 

“Nothing…” Roman smiled. 

“Then let’s go, see the sights, eat the food!” He sped ahead and Remus sighed. He watched his brother talk to another shop owner. He looked up and Roman was being escorted into the man’s shop. 

“WAIT-” Remus rushed in behind him. He turned a corner into the entranceway for the shop his brother went into. He looked up as he left the bags outside. The sign on the top of the door read 

“Dr.Janus’s Fortune Tellings and Palm Readings” This was insane. Stick it to his brother to get his fortune read. You stay rich and Mom and Dad make you marry. You inherit the crown and you live happily ever after. It didn’t take a genius to know that was what would happen. Well, he had the money to spend. He sighed and walked into the building. The ‘shop’ had a high ceiling and dust coated the floors. The place was very poorly-lit, the only light in the building coming from a few lamps hung from the walls. Speaking of the walls, they were a dark mauve. They were ordained with intricate-looking masks, of every color and shape. 

“SSSit down, gentlemen.” The lean man ushered them to a dusty and old looking circular brown table. As the man turned to them, he saw half of the man’s face appeared to be covered with scales. 

“Welcome, you’re in my world now, not your world. I’ve got friendss on the other sside.” The man’s voice was slippery and he was drawing out his s’s. Roman faked a smile and nodded. He didn’t want to be rude but this was creeping him out. 

“Sit down at my table, Put your minds at ease, if you relax it will enable me to do anything I please.” The man’s long tailcoat swished behind him as he turned and smirked. 

“I can read your future, I can change it ‘round some, too” Roman’s disgust soon turned to awe.

“Really?”

“Really, yes.” He smirked and grabbed a black top hat from one of the hooks on the wall. 

“I'll look deep into your heart and soul,” he looked to Remus and nudged him. “You do have a soul, don’t you, Remus?” Remus sat back in his chair and raised an eyebrow. 

“How do you know my name?” 

The man, who he assumed to be Dr.Janus, turned over his shoulder. His light brown eye almost seemed to glow yellow as sunlight caught it. 

“I have my wayss…” He glanced over at his brother and his brother was wiggling in his seat, Roman looked as if he was about to watch a magic show. Dr.Janus pulled a deck of cards out of his sleeve and placed them on the table. He pulled out some other things, a ragdoll and a pendant.

“I’ve got voodoo, I’ve got hoodoo, I’ve got things I ain’t even tried,” He ran a gloved finger over the designs that were etched into the wood pendant. 

“And I’ve got friends on the other side.” Roman looked worried. 

“Hey, Remus, maybe we should go, we have that um, royal thing we have to attend. Remus caught his arm and pulled him down back into the chair. 

“C’mon, brother, right when things get interesting you wanna scatter?” This act had piqued Remus’ interest. “You always tell me to be brave, why not take some of your own medicine?” Roman looked to his brother and sighed. Dr.Janus swallowed and began shuffling the cards. 

“The cards, the cards, the cards will tell, the past, the present and the future as well.” He laid down three cards to demonstrate. 

“Thesse are Tarot cards, cards that have a deep connection with the other side” Remus thought he was seeing things as a red light flickered in the ‘eyes’ of one of the large masks on the back wall. “The cards, the cards, just take three. Take a look into your future with me” He fanned out the cards face-down and displayed them in front of them. Remus eagerly grabbed three cards and Roman tentatively followed suit after. Dr.Janus motioned for the boys to flip the cards over, grinning.  Roman flipped the first one over, first. It read ‘the sun’ and had a very detailed gold inking of the sun in the center. 

“You, young man, are from across the sea,” Dr.Janus began. “You come from two longs lines of royalty.” Roman flipped the other card over. It read ‘the hermit’; with another gold design on its ‘face’. “Your lifestyle’s high,” Dr.Janus turned the card upside down. “But your funds are low. You’ve got to marry a little sonny who’s daddy’s got dough” Roman raised an eyebrow and Remus laughed.

“Really? Ol’ Mommsies and Popsicle cut you off?” Remus laughed and clutched his stomach. Roman elbowed his brother. 

“I understand. You just wanna enjoy life, be free. Hop from place to place. But freedom takes green.” Dr.Janus rubbed his fingers. “It’s the green, it’s the green, it’s the green you need.” Dr.Janus flipped over the next card. “And in your future it’s the green that I see” The card read ‘ten of pentacles’ on the top of it and a gleam flashed in Roman’s eye as he grinned. Dr.Janus turned to Remus. 

“On you, young man, I don’t want to waste much time, you’ve been pushed around all your life,” Remus scowled and Dr.Janus flipped over the first card. The card read ‘justice’ on the top and was upside down. “You’ve been pushed around by your mother and your father and your brother,” Remus knitted his brows. “And even if you were the best you can be, you’d still be pushed around” Dr.Janus turned over the next card and it read ‘the fool’, also upside down. Remus glared at Dr.Janus and Roman held Remus back from lunging at Dr.Janus. Dr.Janus, however, was unmoved. 

“But in your future, the you I see,” He turned over the final card. “Is the man you’ve always wanted to be” This card read ‘chariot’ and was upright. 

Dr.Janus took off his gold gloves to reveal scaly hands. He extended a hand out to each of them. 

“Shake my hand, c’mon boys, won’t you shake a poor sinner’s hand?” 

Remus eagerly shook his hand quickly and Roman hesitated before giving a strong shake of Dr.Janus’s hand. 

“Yessss,” The man hissed and his right eye glowed yellow. Smoke filled the room. 

“Are you ready? Are you ready?” There was a strong beating noise, almost sounding like footsteps or a heartbeat. Roman felt his forearms tighten and he looked down as two golden pythons twisted themselves around his arms, pinning him to the chair. Weird shadows danced across the walls and Remus thought he could almost hear other voices. 

“Transformation central,” Dr.Janus hissed as he held up the wooden pendant.”Transformation central,” He walked over to Roman, unfazed by what was occurring around them. His scales on his face and hands glowed yellow in the shift of lighting and the smoke.

“Transformafication central, can you feel it?” Roman yelped as something pricked his finger. Smoke filled the room up to their heads and the boys’ vision was obscured. 

“You’re changing, you’re changing, you’re changing, all right,” The man’s yellow eye and scales were the only things visible to the thick fog encompassing them. The beating grew steadily louder as Remus felt a pendant slip around his neck.

“I hope you’re satisfied. But if you ain’t, don’t blame me,” His eye and scales glowed bright yellow, almost blinding them.  “you can blame my friends on the other side” And as Dr.Janus uttered that last word, the beating stopped and everything became encompassed in darkness. They could still see the aftershine of the man’s eye and scales long after it faded out. 

(~~~~)

Logan hovered by the snack table, not wanting to get dragged onto the dance floor and be made a fool of. Patton hurried over to him, in a baby blue dress. 

“Isn’t this just amazing? And rumor is Prince Roman’s supposed to get here soon! Imagine us! Meeting a real prince!” Patton’s golden curly hair flew up as he jumped in excitement. Logan smiled and toasted a glass. “By the way I love your prince costume You see, Larry and his wife are a horse over there, lovely costume. And your coworker, Daisy is dressed as a- I’m not quite sure. Anyway, I’m going to go see if the prince is here yet!”

“Knock yourself out, Pat” Logan forced a smile and watched as Patton hurried out to the dance floor. 

(~~~~) 

Remus awoke groggily. He sat up slowly and looked down. 

“Wha-” He sat up and looked at his hands. They didn’t look like his. These weren’t his clothes, either. No- he couldn’t- He rolled up his sleeve and his suspicions were confirmed. His brother had a scar on his bicep, from when they got in a swordfight as kids. 

“Who did this?” He yelled. 

“I see you’re up,” Dr.Janus hissed from another room. 

“What did you do to me?” He shakily stood up and gripped the side of the chair. He felt like he was walking in too-big shoes. Dr.Janus walked out of his office and stood beside Remus.

“Now, what you’re going to do is you’re going to go to the party tonight. There’s a boy, Patton Hudson. His father is the richest person in New Orleans. If you’re able to woo him, you’ll be rolling in the dough. You’ll be more famous than even your brother. Doesn’t sound spectacular?” Remus nodded and Dr.Janus placed two firm hands on Remus’ shoulders.

“I can do that,” Remus nodded, now sure of what he had to do. 

“Good boy. One thing, however.” Dr.Janus placed his hands on the necklace and lifted it up. Remus shuddered as he looked down at his hands again. Callused and worn, unlike his brother’s smooth ones. 

“Don’t take this necklace off or the illusion will fail. Alright?” He slipped the necklace back around Remus’ neck and he nodded. He smirked and ran a hand through his brother’s soft, brown hair. 

“Let’s do this.” 

(~~~~) 

Logan sighed as he rested his hands on the balcony railing. He watched as a glowing prince made his way down the stairs to the partygoers. Of course, once he did, Patton was the first to greet him. Logan sighed. He didn’t get the obsession people had with this prince. 

“I know. I look absolutely hideous in that outfit.” Logan jumped back as he looked to his left where the voice came from. 

“Who said that??” he looked around worriedly. All he saw was a frog sitting on the balcony railing. 

“Over here, monsieur.” Logan looked at the frog. 

“I need to sit down. I think there was something in that drink. There is NO WAY a frog is talking to me” Logan gripped the railing as he appeared to turn a bit pale. 

“Well think again. It is I, Prince Roman” The frog hopped closer to Logan. 

“No- the great Prince Roman is out there dancing with Patton Hudson.” 

“Pfft! That is not I! That must be someone else.” Logan scoffed. 

“Well then who is it?” 

“I’m not sure. I should have never talked to that man. Now I am a slimy frog while someone is using my body. And they say fairy tales aren’t real-” Logan turned to Roman. 

“Wait what man?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“It was Dr.- something. He had a black hat and yellow gloves-” Logan’s eyes widened. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve been messing with Dr.Janus. Nobody messes with the snake man- everyone knows that.” Dr.Janus had dark magic. You didn’t mess with him. Of course Logan had heard the rumors of strange and unworldly things happening to people that talked to him. 

“Well I just got here 2 days ago and I guess I must have missed that on the brochure.” Roman snapped and  Logan sighed. 

“I feel bad for you, but what can I do about that?” Roman looked down and Logan raised an eyebrow. 

“... you could kiss me. I know it sounds insane, but if this is anything like that children’s story, I need to be kissed to be turned human.” Logan jumped back. 

“You mean that fairytale, the Princess and the Frog? Those are fiction books for children!” 

“Well then do you have a book detailing what to do if you get miraculously turned into a frog by any chance?” Logan sighed. 

“Either way, I’m not kissing a frog. No way Even if you weren’t a frog I wouldn’t kiss you. I just met you.” Roman let out a scoff. 

“I am not that ugly!” 

“I never said you were ugly.” Logan said flaty. 

“So you think I’m cute?” Roman wiggled his eyebrows and Logan felt a heat rise to his cheeks. 

“No-NO- I never said you were cute either-” 

“But you think it,” Roman smirked. 

“You are really arrogant, you know that?” Roman blinked. “And stupid, too. It means self-centered.” Roman mouthed an ‘oh’. 

“I am not arrogant! I am gorgeous!”

“Well if not that then you sure are stupid. I’m not the one that got myself turned into a frog.”

“Speaking of that-” Roman cleared his throat. 

“No, for the last time I am not kissing you.” 

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There Goes My Baby

A/N: He is back. It’s poppa Daka. In this one shot, the reader and N’Jadaka have been asked by their first child, Serenity, how to ride a bike. They have to deal with the one of the biggest milestones in their child’s life and let’s just say

WARNING: Fluff and just the cute family being who they are.

WORD COUNT: 1596

“Daka, why is there a bike in the middle of the floor”, Y/N yelled as she rubbed her eight month huge tummy. N’Jadaka walked in wearing a pair of dress slacks, a long sleeve, black turtleneck and bare feet out. He looked to his wife of a few years and counting and smiled with a guilty conscious. Y/N had just came back from her family’s home, picking up a new blanket her mother crocheted for the new baby. She read his face and her eyes bugged out. “No, hell to the no. We talked about this.”

A Week Later

 Y/N was re-twisting Daka’s hair and placed his durag on before kissing his head. “Thank you, my Queen. You always taking care of me”, he said as she sat beside him. They heard pitter patter against the hardwood floor in a rush. Y/N looked to N’Jadaka’s left and smiled. “There’s our princess”, getting her husband’s attention. He looked over at his precious first child who was know a whopping five years old. She looked like her mother, especially her eyes and her hair was long enough to be twisted to her shoulders. She was in a new pair of sky blue pjs with matching shark slippers to match her sea life addiction. “Hi, momma. Hi, baba”, she said as she squeezed in between her parents. She kissed her mommy’s tummy and said “hi, Junior”, he moved against her hand.  N’Jadaka picked her up and placed her into his lap and said “how is my baby doing?” Serenity took a deep breath and said “fine.” He looked down into her face and asked “what’s with the pout? Does daddy need to kill someone?” She looked up at him and shook her head. “No, daddy. I’m just thinking.” Y/N asked, as she rubbed her tummy “about what, pretty girl?” Serenity leaned onto her father’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Well, the kids at school were talking about riding bikes and asked if I did. I wanted- wanted to know if you can teach me.”   Y/N looked at her husband with big eyes then back to Serenity who looked up at her father. You see, they knew the day was coming but had no idea it was right at that moment. Y/N was scared of Serenity growing up and riding a bike was a sign that she was; N’Jadaka felt the same but when he saw Serenity eyes, Y/N can tell he would give in. “Well, baby girl. Are you sure you don’t wanna wait? You have plenty of time to do so, chunky monkey.”

“I know, mommy but I really wanna learn so I can show Junior when he comes. I just wanna be able to learn”, Serenity said holding her head down. N’Jadaka pouted his lip but saw Y/N looking at him with a shake of her head. “Baby Girl, baba and I have to talk about it okay then we will come with a final decision.” Serenity looked up to her mommy with those big glossy eyes then to her father. He had to look at the screen because if he did, he would have picked up his child and ran to the nearest toy store to get the most expensive bike. “Okay, mommy”, Serenity said as she kissed her cheek then it was her father’s turn. “Good night, daddy.”

“Good night, my chunky monkey”, said the prince as he watched his princess walk away with her head down. Y/N looked back at her and made her heart skin. N’Jadaka rested his head on the back of the couch and said “we saw this coming. Shit.”

“Yeah, yeah we did. Baby girl is growing up on us. I’m not sure if she’s ready, Daka”, Y/N breathed out and rubbed Junior in her tummy. N’Jadaka looked to her and grabbed her hand, caressing it with his thumb. “I think we should at least try again, ma.” Y/N shook her head, saying “baby, no. Remember last time?” The flash back of Serenity falling on her old bike at age three, straight on her face played in their head at the same time as they both flinched. “Look, I know we hate seeing her hurt but we can’t have her at eighteen years old tryna figure out why mama and BaBa ain’t teach her how to ride a damn bike.”

“She won’t wait that long” she looked to him and then mumbled “16 maybe.” N’Jadaka shook his head telling her “I heard that, woman.” She looked to him and said “okay okay. Maybe in a few months when Junior is here. Please?” He thought that would be too late but once he looked at his wife’s eyes, he sighed. “Okay, fine.”

THE DAY OF AND HOURS BEFORE

The N’Jobu Udaku School Academy bell rung and N’Jadaka stood by his daughter’s door waiting. The rush of kids come out and he noticed something; they all had bike helmets in hand. He fixed his dress pants as all the kids passed by saying “hi, Mr. Udaku.” He smiled but it somewhat fell when he saw his daughter’s face. She was watching all the kids with their helmets as they all ran to the front in their uniforms. “Hey, Princess. How was class”, he asked once he took her hand into his big one. Her twists were half up half down with a bow as she work her uniform; complete with dress, polo shirt, cardigan and stockings with Mary Janes. “Fine,” she said sadly and pouted. Once they got in the car, she sat in her booster seat as she watched her feet swing and dangle; N’Jadaka watched as she slowly looked up when she heard kids passing by with bells and whistles on their bikes. He saw her face lit up in the rear view mirror when she watched them. “Y/N gonna be mad at me for sure”, he said to himself as he took a sharp right turn. Serenity looked to her daddy and asked “baba, where are we going?” “You’ll see baby girl.” He pulled into the parking lot of the mall and picked up Serenity carrying her. She rested her head on his shoulder as they walked through the mall. They finally walked into a store made their way all the way to the back. Serenity opened her eyes to the section once her papa said “aight, baby girl. Go ahead and choose one.” He placed her down as she looked up and down, side to side at the huge selection of bikes. Her eyes were big and mouth wide open as he chuckled; she looked just like Y/N when he took her shopping. That’s when she saw it, a baby blue bike with slight glitter all over, chrome wheels and a basket with a shark in it with of course a matching helmet. Serenity walked up to it and touched it with a huge smile and jumping up and down. “What you thinking, princess?” She looked up to him and ran to his leg, hugging it. “I’m feelin’ that one, baba.”

AT THE MOMENT

“Daka, return that thing before baby girl sees”, Y/N said as she circled the bike and pointing to it. N’Jadaka grabbed her shoulders to stop and said “baby, she picked it out.” Y/N looked him up and down. “What you mean she picked it out?” All of a sudden, they heard feet coming their way and Serenity in a sweat suit and socks. “Hi, mommy. Did you see my new bike? Baba got it for.” Y/N noticed that huge smile on her face and felt her heart strings being tugged on. N’Jadaka watched from the kitchen, drinking apple juice when he said “go ahead, My Queen. Tell princess what you just told me.” Y/N turned to give me a hairy eyeball before looking down at their Serenity; she let out some air feeling defeated.

 They found theirselves outside as the sun was setting. Serenity was on her bike with her matching helmet. Daka was behind her seat as he knelt down giving her instructions. “Alright, princess. Ya ready?” “Ready, baba.” He looked over at his wife who held up her phone recording. “One, two, three. Go, chunky monkey”, Daka cheered as he pushed her. She began pedaling as Y/N ran beside him and they watched. “There goes our baby”, he said as he kissed her head. She smiled, still recording until she noticed something. “Um, baby?”

“What up, ma?”

“Did- you did teach Serenity how to stop right?” His eyes grew big as they watched their baby girl still going and pedaling. He let Y/N go and said “BABY GIRL, STOP”. But Serenity didn’t hear a thing. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle as she watched their daughter pedaling away and her husband running right after her. She soon rode to the huge hill of leaves and fell right in on purpose. She hopped up and cheered, giggling as N’Jadaka stopped, walking towards her as she ran into his arms. He showered her cheeks with kisses as they cheered and he said “y’all seen that?! My baby rode the heck out of the bike!!! THAT’S AN UDAKU RIGHT THERE! THAT’S MY BABY RIGHT THERE.” He cheered more as he sat her on top of her shoulders. Y/N kissed his lips before Serenity said “mommy, did you see me?! Did you see me?”

“I sure did, princess”, she said as she took Serenity into her arms, carrying back to the house as Daka followed behind holding up the bike, still cheering and making his ladies laugh.

*𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊*

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