#my classmate held out their umbrella so we could both stand under it and it was a very sweet moment however-

[lem-argentum]

having minifuu in my bag while it’s pouring rain makes me feel like a valiant knight shielding her from danger

[letsbangts]

umbrella || jjk

⤷ summary: when rain pours more into your life instead of washing things away

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 2k+

⟶ genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, established relationship au

⟶ content: boyfriend!jk, college au, kook is a flirty tease, mainly just a fluffy couple in love with a barely there argument because of a protective jk

⟶ warnings: explicit language

a/n: so this is a very old piece I polished up a bit. it was inspired by a narration in a scene from the drama ‘goblin’, so that tells you how old it is haha. hope you enjoy & let me know what you think!

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on this rainy night, what is your umbrella?

I stood under the awning outside the building, which I was supposed to be far from as of 2 o’clock. My other classmates were long gone, having made their way off campus through the rain by running to their cars with the protection of a coat or umbrella. None of the things I have because I continue not to be an adult and watch the news, missing the weather report that everyone else was aware of. Watching the heavy raindrops smack against the pavement, I contemplate how I’m getting home.

Should I make a run for it? A run for 30 minutes? Yeah, that’s not happening. I could call a taxi. But I’m not going to pay for that so no.

“Fuck, I’m such an idiot,” I say quietly to myself, or so I thought.

“Jeez, that’s a little harsh don’t you think.” a beautiful deep voice says.

Startled I turn my head quickly to be met with what I could have sworn was a literal angel in disguise as a twenty-something-year-old boy. The tall boy looks away from the rain and towards me. He gives me a quick look over and sees my empty hands and smiles.

“Ah! You don’t have an umbrella. You didn’t watch the news?” he asks. I shake my head to answer him.

He smirks and nods his head while looking back out at the downpour.

“Maybe you are an idiot.” He says all too casually while shrugging, clearly teasing me.

“Hey!” I scoff out with a laugh, finally speaking.

“I mean, today is one of the worst days we are supposed to get this year! How can you not have an umbrella or at least a hood?” He laughs out loud, gesturing his hand at me from head to toe.

His laugh and my current predicament both cause me to join in. Once we both settle down the dark-haired boy looks at me with round eyes still slightly crinkled from laughter although nothing but kindness is present in them.

“How far do you live from here?” he asks with a melodic voice and an endearing head tilt to match it.

Upon first look, he may seem like someone with an edge to them; dark-coloured clothes, piercings and some tattoos. But it is ever present that there is an apparent softness to him, one that accompanied by his calm demeanour is pouring a level of comfort over me that I can not explain.

“30 minutes that way,” I point out the way to my home, “Pretty close to Bam's House Cafe.”

“Hmm, I’m headed the same way, so it looks like you're a lucky idiot.” He says shooting me a wink while opening his umbrella held in his tattooed hand.

“Gee thanks, but I’d feel more lucky if you’d stop rubbing my idiocy in my face.” I chuckle.

“I would call you by name if you told me it.” He says with a slight, dare I say flirtatious smirk that causes my breath to get stuck in my throat.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, I’m Jungkook. The handsome, well-prepared gentleman escorting you through this storm today.” He sends me a beaming smile that almost sends me to my grave.

He holds out the clear vinyl plastic for me to stand under it. I do just that and as I step close to him, arms brushing I'm hit with his clean fresh scent.

“Thank you again, Jungkook," I reply looking down to hide my sudden blush.

"Shall we get going?” He asks flicking his head out to the direction I earlier pointed out, and with a nod of my head, we step out starting on our journey to my home. And so much more.  

the voice that responds when you call.

The ringing in my ears finally stops when I hear the voice on the other end of the phone say, “Hello?”

But it is no surprise to me, knowing he would answer because Jungkook always did. I knew once he saw my name flash across his screen he would not hesitate to slide to answer.

“Hey.” my voice is small when I reply.

“What’s wrong?” he asks immediately concerned, because just like how Jungkook always answers, he always knows. He knows you.

“I just miss you, I wanted to hear your voice.”

“I know I miss you too. But I’ll be back in two days.”

“Ugh! That’s going to feel like forever.” a whiny sadness to my tone.

“Hey, I told you you could come with me. My mom is still upset I didn’t bring you.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, I know but taking a trip to Busan is not an option with work right now.” I sigh.

I hear him sigh as well and there is a long pause between us.

“Then quit your job.” He states in an all too serious tone.

“What? Jungkook have you lost your mind? You know I can’t qu-“

“Sure you can! I’ll quit my own too! Then we can move out here and buy a house. We can live by the water and have a bunch of kids, it will be perfect.” His tone gets more excited as he hears my giggles pleased with my happiness.

“So what do you say, babe? Sounds good right?” he asks still joking.

“Sounds perfect,” I reply with a content smile.

And just like that you were no longer sad because Jungkook knew how to make you happy. Jungkook always knew.

the memories of seeing the same thing at the same time.

It was Monday, and although I was not as fond of it as any other person towards that day of the week, I had one thing to look forward to on Mondays. That was the one day of the week Jungkook would meet me at work and we would walk home together.

So here we are walking through the park, which was a shortcut to our home. My hand in his, fingers interlocked this being the beckon of light at the end of my work day. I feel him rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand and I glance at him to see him just looking off into the distance. My usually chatty boyfriend is now just quietly at my side. I use my free hand and pull him by the elbow holding him close to my side, gaining his attention eyebrows raised in question.

“Rough day?” I ask looking up at him.

He breathes out an airy laugh through his nose.

“Yeah you know, just one of those days.” He glances back at me with a small shrug then continues.

“It was one of those days I wished I was just with you at home, just had you beside me,” he squeezes my hand  “Only me and you, the rest of the world blocked out.”

He looks down at me and softly smiles that eye smile I could never fall out of love with.

“I wish for that every day” I reply returning the squeeze to his hand while smiling up at him.

While we share this moment I notice small white flakes landing on his raven-coloured hair. He must have taken notice too as we both look up.

We are met with flurries quickly floating down all around us making their way to the ground.

“The first snowfall.” He states almost in a whisper.

“It's so pretty,” I say fascinated and fully entranced with the beauty of Mother Nature.

I feel his gaze on my face and turn to make eye contact. He has the most delicate look, eyes filled with adoration.

“I may not have had you by my side all day, but I’m glad I have you here right now.” He says lovingly.

And at that moment, witnessing the beginning of a new season with my love and sharing this memory, I could have sworn the rest of the world was blocked out and it was just us two.

the first time you matched each other’s pace.

Angry.

No, that’s not even the right word, enraged. Yes, enraged that is what I am feeling right now. And why was I so mad you ask? My boyfriend seemed to think that a guy having a friendly conversation with me, albeit a drunken one on his part but innocent, was the perfect reason to cause a huge scene in the middle of a party with all our friends and more to see.

So now here we are walking home furious with one another because I think he overreacted while he thinks I underreacted. Not only am I annoyed with him for how he acted but now I’m annoyed with myself for wearing heels knowing I would have to walk home after a whole night in them.

My pace starts to get slower because my feet start killing me and it suddenly feels like Jungkook is running a marathon instead of walking home. I glance up and see the distance between his back and me getting bigger and bigger. I focus on trying to ignore the pain soaring through my feet and as I continue walking with my head down staring at the shoes I have come to despise I suddenly bump into a shoulder.

I look up to my side and notice the man that was ahead of me seconds ago now right beside me.

“If you can’t keep up just say so,” he grumbles, the first words I hear from him since we left the party.

I notice how he starts walking slower for me and does not move an inch further from my side. I continue my struggle to walk, feet pulsing more with every step.

“Ah fuck it,” I mumble to myself as I take off my heels.

Jungkook halts and turns towards me once he notices I stopped walking. Once I start to continue I feel my heels being ripped out of my hands, as I'm about to ask what he’s doing he kneels in front of me, wordlessly telling me to get on his back.

“Kook, you don’t-“

“Get on.” He quietly demands.

I don’t argue because my feet yell at me not to. I get on his back, arms around his neck and he tucks his hand under my knees immediately standing up with ease and continues our journey home.

“I told you not to wear those damn shoes.” He says after a couple of minutes.

For some reason that comment brings a slight smile to me, as I realize that my anger has disappeared without me even being aware.

“Thank you,” I say into his neck as I tighten my arms and lock my ankles around his torso hugging him closer to me.

He adjusts his hands to my thighs as I pull us closer together.

“For what?” he questions taking a peek at me.

“For trying to take care of me before and still taking care of me now,” I answer giving his neck a peck.

“You know I’ll always do that, it’s my job too. A little fight won’t stop that, taking care of you comes naturally to me now.”

“I mean it kind of has to look at our situation right now.” he continues with a breathy laugh as he squeezes my thighs to emphasize his statement.

I giggle at his response knowing the truth behind it. Jungkook has always taken care of me. We’ve always looked out for each other. We have always matched ourselves to each other.

did someone come to mind?

I hear the lock of the front door opening and the jingling of keys, followed by some rustling around, most likely the removal of outerwear. A few seconds later I see the handsome tattooed man I call my boyfriend walking into our living room. He smiles as he sits beside me on the couch wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head. I look up at him head on his shoulder and begin to stare unconsciously as thoughts run around my head.

“What?” he asks me with a confused chuckle.

I smile at him, “I love you.”

He gives me that butterfly-inducing eye smile and kisses me on the lips.

 “I love you too.”

yes, that’s the person.

[sunrenity]

umbrella ✶ yjw

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ the school's student council president shares his umbrella with you.

yang jungwonㅤ✶ㅤfemale reader  .  g  fluff, classmates to lovers (kind of?), high school au, stuco pres! jungwon  .  wc  650 (0.6k)  .  bookshelf

THE RAIN POURED DOWN in heavy sheets, each droplet creating a mesmerizing dance as it collided with the ground. the school's courtyard was transformed into a glistening, silver expanse, with puddles forming in every depression. seeking refuge from the downpour, you stood beneath the protective awning, hoping that the storm would soon relent.

however, the sky showed no sign of clearing, and a sense of resignation washed over you as you realized that you would have to embark on the journey home alone and thoroughly drenched.

lost in your contemplation of this unenviable fate, a sudden voice pierced through the rhythmic drumming of the rain. "hey, need some help?"

you turned to see yang jungwon, the student council president, standing beside you. his black hair was slightly tousled, a few droplets of rain clinging to his forehead, and his eyes sparkled with a warmth that contrasted with the dreary weather. in his hand, he held a large, navy blue umbrella.

your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. despite being classmates, you rarely had the chance to talk to him outside of class. the fact that he was now offering you help made your cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

"i—" you started, a little flustered, "i was just waiting for the rain to settle down or at least drizzle, but it doesn't seem like it's going to happen anytime soon."

jungwon's smile widened, and he took a step closer, extending the umbrella toward you. "it's really coming down, isn't it? why don't we share this? i can walk you home."

you glanced at the umbrella, then back at him, your heart racing. "are you sure? i mean, won't you get wet?"

"i'll be fine," he assured you, his voice gentle and reassuring. "besides, it's better than you walking home in this downpour."

there was a moment of hesitation before you nodded, grateful for his kindness. "thank you, jungwon. that would be great."

he stepped under the awning, opening the umbrella fully. as you both stepped out into the rain, he made sure to hold the umbrella over you, careful to keep you as dry as possible. the two of you walked closely, the space beneath the umbrella forcing a certain intimacy that made your heart flutter. you could feel the warmth of his presence beside you, a stark contrast to the cool rain that surrounded you.

as you walked, your hands brushed against each other occasionally, sending electric tingles up your arm each time. you both talked about small things — homework, the latest school events — but each word carried a weight of unspoken feelings, of the crush you both harbored but were too shy to admit.

the journey home felt too short, and as you approached your house, the rain showed no sign of letting up. you turned to jungwon, finding it hard to mask the disappointment in your eyes. "thank you so much for walking me home. i don't know what i would've done without you."

jungwon looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "anytime," he replied. there was a brief pause, and then, almost as if on impulse, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

your eyes widened in surprise, a blush spreading across your cheeks. "jungwon..."

his own face was slightly flushed as he pulled back, the smile still on his face but now with a hint of nervousness. "i'll see you at school tomorrow," he said softly, giving you one last look before turning to leave.

as you watched him disappear into the rain, your heart swelled with a warmth that rivaled the summer sun. you touched the spot on your cheek where his lips had been, a shy smile spreading across your face. it seemed that the storm had brought more than just rain; it had brought the promise of something new and wonderful.

© sunrenity , don't plagiarize, steal or repost my work on any platform !

network, @enchive

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 7: Rainstorm

Pairing(s): Nagisa Shiota x Gn!Reader

By the time the school bells had rung, the rain had been coming down hard. While in class you had to keep from being distracted by it, you were worried about walking home since you didn’t have an umbrella.

Now, you were standing by the door, under and away from the rain, having the predicament of the century. Then Nagisa interrupted your thoughts.

“Why don’t we just run towards the main building” everyone else standing nearby - aka the rest of your classmates- all shared a glance and as if they were starring in a marathon- all took off.

Nagisa stayed behind though, he always did for you. “Well?” He held is hand out and you took it. You both ran towards the main building in an attempt to stay away from the rain. Even if it wasn’t worth it since you immediately became drenched and would continue to be for awhile.

You couldn’t stop laughing as you ran through the rain, it was coming down hard but being surrounded by your classmates just made it the more fun. Especially with Nagisa running by your side.

You sneaked a glance at him at him, just to find him gazing back. He flinched- seemingly broken out of his hypnosis and faced forward once more. Maybe you’d comment on it later.

Eventually you ended up at the entrance of the main building and to say you didn’t have fun would be an understatement. Perhaps the experience might have reinforced the idea that all of class e were deranged. The speculation purely going based off how they looked at you all as you passed by dripping from head to toe.

The walk to your house wasn’t much different either, luckily you didn’t encounter any mishaps besides when you slipped and almost took Nagisa with you.

-

You slipped off your shoes and hung your bag somewhere on a hook nearby, you turned to Nagisa. “So? Does your mom know you’re staying over?”

“Yea, even if she didn’t let me I would’ve still had come over” you don’t comment on that since you’re sure to some degree that she’d find some way to be controlling even then.

“Well let’s go up to my room now” you had to stifle a laugh as Nagisa visibly cringed, face heating up. “Yea, sure” he looked a little worried but you knew he’d tell you to back off if he was uncomfortable.

You told Nagisa to go up first as you went to the kitchen and quickly got some snacks. Then you made your way up to your room after getting some water.

Nagisa was standing there, hovering to the side, very much still soaking wet. You had to change that.

You quickly went through your dresser/closet, hoping to find clothes that would be comfortable for Nagisa to sleep in and after a good amount of ruffling, you found a loose sweatshirt and some pajama pants that had a design belonging to a favorite show of yours.

“Here” you quickly handed him the clothes along with a towel. “You can go change in the restroom and I’ll change here, just knock before coming in.”

Nagisa nodded and went on his way, though still tense. It was sort of funny how no matter how many times Nagisa would come over he still acted like he’d never been. Then again all those times he’d only come over to escape his mom-.

You looked outside of your window and took note of the violent rain, if anything you two had it lucky.

You quickly changed out of your soaking wet garments and tossed them into the laundry basket. Seeing as he was sleeping over, you quickly arranged your bed covers. You heard Nagisa knock and let him know it was ok to come in with a shout.

You could feel him standing behind you as you made work of the covers, he approached you. “I don’t really see the use of making your bed.” He was right of course but you still wanted to anyway.

You raised the covers and slipped in, sleeping the closest to the wall. You focused your attention on Nagisa, “what are you waiting for?” you pat the spot next to you.

Nagisa remained silent, maybe not trusting his voice to say anything at all and just nodded. Although, the way his hands shook didn’t go unnoticed. He was nervous.

Maybe it was because this time around he wasn’t too upset to notice the unconventionality of it.

You two were now lying side by side, freshly out of your clothes and ready for bed when he spoke up. “My mom texted me.”

You turned your attention from the ceiling to him. He was looking at you, waiting to gauge out a reaction but you just asked “really? What’d she say?”

He seems to have been thinking it over, “nothing much but I don’t know, it got me in a bad mood.”

You hummed and acknowledged how he felt, you took note of his fingers absentmindedly whacking his hair away from his face.

You leaned in close to Nagisa and took and strange of his hair and twirled it in your hand.

“Have you ever thought of cutting it?”

Your question earned a half hearted smile. “I’ve thought about it, it seemed impossible so I stopped thinking about it.”

You really wanted to help him and be there for him. You wanted to help him accomplish his goals but you knew that you’d be putting him in danger by helping him with this one.

“Maybe one day” you smiled and hugged him. Nagisa squeaked in your arms and hesitantly hugged you back.

You leaned away from him to look at him. He was surprised at your sudden movement but still let you.

“What if I kissed you?” Your lips disobeyed you and you could feel the start of a smirk come across your face. All because of Nagisa reaction, his eyes were open with shock and he starting laughing awkwardly.

“I’m just kidding, don’t worry” you laughed back and held him again.

The wind and rain outside must of slowed down sometime during the night when you and Nagisa were too preoccupied with sleeping.

-

Longer than anticipated

[jisungsmochi]

held by me - zhong chenle

chenle x reader - college au (part of my nct dream as the vamps songs series) you can read more here ! 

word count: 2.5k 

summary: “we’re both under ceilings staring up sharing feelings, you should be held by me”

chenle from next door was always inviting you over to hang out with him. you would kindly agree, building a strong friendship with the cheery boy. but there was one secret being hidden by the both of you, the undeniable feeling that you were both helplessly inlove with the other. so what happens during the night of a thunderstorm, that has you both shaking?

//

you remembered the first day you moved into your apartment building. your parents were practically kicking you out, claiming you were old enough to fend for yourself against the outside world while you were studying. although they did help you find the apartment and made the down payment, you were glad to finally live independently. there were things you didn’t really know how to do, but that’s what youtube and google were for. 

you first met your next door neighbour, chenle, when there was an emergency fire evacuation. it was just past midnight when the alarm went off. you rushed outside, only in your pajamas and bunny slippers, hair disheveled. chenle caught sight of you, internally giggling at your current state. your eyes widened at him, you had never seen him before, even though it had been about two weeks since you moved in. he gestured for you to walk with him to the lobby, waiting for the alarm to stop ringing. you quickly followed his footsteps, entrusting him with guiding you to safety. he stopped once you reached the front desk, observing the ridiculous residents complaining about their interrupted sleep.

the guy living next door, stayed close by to you, not saying a word. you didn’t mind how close he decided to stand near you, it made you feel comfortable, in some odd way.

“okay everyone! it was a false alarm! there was no fire detected. you may now return to your rooms, we are sorry for any inconvenience” the apartment complex manager announced, as you watched everyone scatter back to their rooms. some were grunting, still unhappy with the sudden wailing of the sirens. the boy urged you to follow him again, walking in silence as you made it back to your rooms. the boy stopped for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but you beat him to it,

“hey wanna come in for some tea? i don’t think i’ll be falling back asleep anytime soon” you kindly offer, watching as his face lit up in delight. he nodded gently, following you into your apartment. you switched on the lights, making your way to your kitchen to turn on the kettle.

“so i never got your name, i’m y/n” you started preparing the mugs,

“i’m chenle, i live next door, as you know now” he finally spoke, catching you off guard.

“ah yes, i would have introduced myself when i first moved in, but unpacking and starting college just got in the way” you explained as you poured warm water into each of your mugs, bringing them over to chenle as you sat next to him on the bar stools by your counter. he thanked you softly, blowing the drink cautiously before taking a sip.

“it’s alright, i should have come by first! i just wasn’t sure how to do so” he shyly admitted, making you smile.

“well we’re both here now, who would have thought! do you live alone?” you asked,

“uh yeah i do, my parents actually bought me the apartment, something about wanting me to be independent and a proper adult” he slightly rolled his eyes at the last part, making you nod,

“same here! they really wanted me out of the house, so here i am” you shrugged.

the rest of the night was spent chatting away, the both of you suddenly couldn’t stop talking. chenle found you entertaining, he never thought he’d be chatting with a random girl who lived next door after a false fire alarm. this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

//

a few weeks later, chenle woke up to banging on his front door. there was only one person he knew that would be awake at 7am, voluntarily. as he opened the door, he saw your bright smile greeting his tired eyes. he allowed you to enter his apartment, still grumbling that he was tired.

“oh shush, i need some more toilet paper” you quickly made your way to his bathroom, snagging some rolls for yourself.

“you know you can just buy your own? they’re always on sale!” chenle grumbled, moving to lay down on his couch, waiting for you to return.

“where’s the resourcefulness in that? you always buy them in bulk, and you’re the only one who lives here. sharing is caring right?” you greedily smirked as you sat down next to him, your tote bag full of toilet paper rolls. chenle moves to sit up next to you, finally feeling more awake.

“so what are we gonna do today? i’m thinking we can get some lunch, maybe go to the park or something?” you started rambling, too energised in the morning.

“can we just stay in? i’m not in the mood to go out today” chenle softly pouted at you, making you immediately agree. how could you say no to that face?

“sure, i’ll make pancakes for breakfast” you softly squeezed his shoulder and he leant into your touch. most of the affection between you, were in the form of soft (platonic) touches, and words of affirmation. chenle filled the void of loneliness you thought you would experience whilst living alone. you’d hang out in his apartment almost everyday, claiming that you were too lonely or you were bored. chenle never opposed, enjoying your company, and your cooking skills. sometimes his friends would make sly comments and tease him about always hanging out with you, but he didn’t mind. it didn’t really matter what others said, he just enjoyed being around you, it didn’t mean he had to feel something more...yet.

“here we are!” you hand him the beautifully plated pancakes as you both started munching on the delicious pancakes.

“dude, these are amazing. can you live her permanently? i need a personal chef” chenle teased, causing you to shove him lightly.

“you’re rich enough to find a chef, unless...you wanna pay me?” you smirked as he rolled his eyes.

“doesn’t your job pay you enough?” he shot back, causing you to act fake offended,

“i work at the dingy cafe on campus, i’m not exactly living large” you continue to nibble on your pancakes.

sometimes you had thought about what it’d be like to live with chenle. you had spent a few odd nights at his apartment, as he had a spare bedroom. you didn’t mind the idea at all, but you didn’t want people getting the wrong idea that you two were more than friends. there was always that one concern at the back of your mind. the natural flow of your friendship with chenle was something you had never had with anyone else. the people you met at college just didn’t click the same as you did with chenle the first time you met. he was special to you, but if anyone ever asked you that, you’d deny it, playfully responding that he’s just a friend. chenle felt the same way, just because you two were close, didn’t mean he was inlove with you.

could he see himself being with you? yes. he could. but at this moment in time? no. you were both not fond of relationships, feeling immense pressure to constantly be perfect or make eachother happy. by staying friends, it avoided all the conflict that couples had. and no one would get hurt. but the thing about love, is that you don’t really get to choose who you fall inlove with.

you realised this when you saw a girl approach chenle while he was studying at the cafe you worked at. you assumed she was just a classmate but when you saw her sit across from him, softly touching his arm, you started feeling uneasy. who were you to be thinking these things? he could see whoever he wanted.

you saw how he responded, shyly reacting to her words, laughing at her jokes. you wanted to look away, you wanted to go up to him and pull him away. but you couldn’t.

the rest of the day was spent thinking back to what you had witnessed. you didn’t want to bring it up with chenle, incase he questioned why you were even watching him in the first place. chenle insisted he stay until you closed, waiting to walk home with you. when he said things like this, or made these gestures, you thought that meant he cared about you, as more than a friend. but you had been watching way too many kdramas lately, he was just being nice. it started pouring rain as you exited the cafe, you let out a soft grunt before chenle stepped in with his umbrella.

“i got you, let’s go” he smiled softly, walking close to you as he held the umbrella above the both of you. sounds of thunder rang through your ears. chenle became worried, he knew you hated thunderstorms. as you reached your apartments, chenle pulled his hand to grab your wrist,

“wanna stay the night?” he insisted, your heart swelled at his words. why did he have to be so considerate?

you slowly nodded, following him into his apartment. chenle set down his keys, before helping you remove your damp jacket. he rushed to his room, pulling out a spare set of clothes for you to sleep in. you liked how you barely said anything to him, and he just knew exactly what to do. you couldn’t fault him at all.

“how was your day?” chenle started chatting to you, wanting to get your mind off the storm outside. you were both sitting on his bed, each at one end while facing eachother.

“it was decent, i finished my group project! and work was okay, not much happened” you felt yourself avoid his eyes after mentioning work. chenle noticed, eyes furrowing at your actions.

“are you alright? is something wrong?” he moved closer to you, eyes filled with concern. why does he have to do this?

“everything’s fine, i swear” you quickly shut him down, moving off his bed.

“okay something is definitely up, why can’t you tell me?” he stood up to stand across from you. why the hell were you being like this? just tell him how you feel.

“i-it’s nothing, can we just move on?” you continued being stubborn, something that chenle had picked up on. you really could put up a fight.

“alright, if you don’t wanna talk, it’s fine. just don’t push me away” he sighed, moving to tuck himself into bed. his back ended up facing you as you joined him soon after. you turned your back to him, feeling embarrassed about the entire situation. why couldn’t you just admit you were jealous? why was it so hard to admit to yourself?

silence filled the room, the storm outside becoming background noise. until a loud boom of thunder hit, causing you to shake. chenle felt it instantly, turning back to you. he saw how you were shivering, your hands coming up to cover your ears. he gently placed his hand over yours, pulling them away from your ears. you turned to face him, eyes slowly tearing up. he wiped the tear that fell from them, pulling you into him.

“it’s alright, you’re going to be alright” he muttered as he held you close to him. no matter how irritated he got with you sometimes, seeing you so vulnerable like this made his heart ache.

“i was jealous today” you suddenly admit, feeling chenle freeze against you. he looked down at your face, feeling your cheeks slowly heat up.

“w-what are you talking about?” he moved to there was a small distance between your faces.

“i saw you with that girl at the cafe. she wouldn’t stop talking to you. and she squeezed your shoulder, like how i do! it annoyed me” you shyly admit, watching as his lips slowly cocked up into a smirk. was he really enjoying this?

“you were really jealous of her? she’s just a classmate, i gave her some of my notes for class, and she thanked me today. it was nothing, i swear” he assured you, feeling amused that you cared about him, enough to get jealous. you felt like an idiot, of course that’s all it was.

“o-oh my bad then” you whispered, feeling embarrassed. but chenle was quick to interject,

“hey it’s alright. you didn’t know. i’m kind of flattered that you were jealous” he started gently brushing his fingers through your hair.

“ugh i knew you were gonna get an ego boost!” you sighed, snuggling closer to him.

“you know you love me” he jokingly strikes back, feeling your arms slowly untangle from him torso. he immediately stopped what he was doing, looking into your eyes deeply.

“i-i do” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. but he definitely heard you clearly.

“really?” was all he managed to say back. that was not the response you were expecting.

“yeah, i do” you confirmed to both chenle and yourself. the truth was finally out.

“woah, that’s...a relief” he smiled slightly at you, “i thought i was the fool who was hopelessly inlove with you” your eyes practically popped out of your head.

“w-what? you’re kidding, right?” you couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth.

“oh yeah i’m totally kidding. that’s why i offer to walk you home after work, even when it’s inconvenient for my schedule. that’s why i always ask you to come over and keep me company. that’s why i’m here with you right now, protecting you from one of your biggest fears. it’s because i’m totally not inlove with you” chenle playfully responded, causing you to hit his chest softly.

“i don’t know who’s the bigger idiot. you or me?” you giggled,

“definitely you, how could you love someone as lame and goofy as me?” you knew chenle was partially joking, but you still felt like he didn’t fully believe your feelings for him.

“you’re most definitely not lame, you’re so special to me. even if i don’t admit it to you sometimes. you mean the world to me” you whispered to him, feeling your lips inch closer to his. you felt heat rise to his cheeks as you gently cupped his face in your palm. chenle couldn’t contain how giddy you made him feel, closing the gap between you both. you felt his lips mould effortlessly with yours. soft sounds of your lips clashing together, distracted you from the storm. because chenle was your umbrella, shielding you from the storm of the outside world. he was all you needed to get through your youth. moving into the apartment was one of the best decisions of your life. you met someone who had your back during the hard times, always laughing with you during the good times. someone who held you close, too scared of losing you. you never intended to fall for your next door neighbour, but things happen. you couldn’t imagine a world where chenle wasn’t by your side, he became your entire world. and nothing couldn’t ever amount to you in his eyes.

[peaches-writes]

don’t you worry, baby

member: chan 

wc: 1.4k

genre: fluff, summer au, childhood friends to lovers au, beach day au

warning: explicit language

note: third installment to the skz cheese agenda (skcheese? lmao) + eun is the name of the mc from doll in this fic!

The occasional tourist would give you strange looks as they pass by, wondering why you and Chan would plant your tie dye mat and beach umbrella set so close to the waves crawling back and forth. The two of you have learned to ignore them over the summer years, however, too busy giggling over the way the water would tickle your bare feet on the hot sand and occasionally bring in the most random of objects. 

Especially now that an entire academic year of the two of you separated in different colleges has passed by, this being the first summer that the two of you could spend together leisurely without the worry of school requirements or part-time jobs in the city. 

As per your long-standing childhood beach tradition, the two of you compete in collecting 8 of the same things that you find under the sands or the waves bring in—this time with a carefree conversation on just about anything and everything that you’ve missed in each other’s life the past 10 months. It’s a tight battle this sunny Friday afternoon, with you guarding 6 olive shells in the space under your folded legs while Chan has a nice line of 5 cerith shells he’s worked hard in digging while ranting about one of his younger siblings hanging out with Seo Changbin. 

“Why are you being like this all of a sudden, anyway?” You chuckle in amusement as your conversation on tonight’s beach bonfire party suddenly finds its way back to Chan expressing his disapproval of the younger boy from your neighbourhood. “This is the first time I’ve heard you remotely close to being mad at someone and he’s not even some random stranger your sibling suddenly started hanging out with. It’s Seo Changbin. We literally raised that punk when we were kids.” 

“Exactly, it’s not ‘cause he’s some guy.” Chan pouts, angrily poking a random twig he found on the way to the beach into the sand and occasionally poking out a harmless crab crawling out of the little hole he’s made while picking up shells. “It’s because he’s Seo Changbin.” 

“So?” You shrug, feigning an innocent tone over your mischievous smirk as you watch him sulk next to you. Arms crossed over his bare chest and folded legs and chin resting on top of his folded free arm like a child, everything about him right now just simply looks so endearing and funny at the same time. “Isn’t that a bit better than just, say, a guy who suddenly popped up when we went to college? You know Changbin well enough and Eun definitely knows Changbin super well since they’re classmates. If he screws up, then you know where to find him. If he takes care of them, then you know how to thank them.” 

“Since I know him, I’d be more disappointed when he screws up.” Chan rolls his eyes, lazily tilting his head to the side to glance up at you waiting for the waves to come back. “Anyway, are we even talking about the same Changbin, Y/N? Even if we grew up with that punk, he also smokes, drinks, has a lot of tattoos and piercings, and scares a lot of his classmates.” 

This time, it’s you rolling your eyes as you try nudging him off-balance with your arm to his thigh. “It’s not like you didn’t smoke, drink, or got piercings with me without auntie’s permission when we were in high school. If anything, I’d like to think he got that from us.” You point out with a scoff of disbelief, eyeing the helix piercing on his right ear that now sports a safety pin earring different from your matching golden stud one. “Plus, you know Changbin only gets a bad rep in his batch because their classmates aren’t exactly the nicest people out there. He’s nice, has good grades, and he showed me his acceptance letter to my uni the other day. You’re just picking out ‘bad traits’ now because he’s dating your sibling.” 

“Ya—” 

You cut him off with a palm in front of his face immediately, sensing his pout grow bigger even with the back of your hand blocking his face. “Admit it or not, Eun’s an adult now who can date whoever they want, even a childhood friend. And Changbin’s a friend so I’m sure it’s all going to be fine.” With a giggle, you then use your other hand to pick up another olive seashell that washes up on shore as if on cue. “You have good intentions, I understand where you’re coming from, but you gotta stop worrying, you big baby. Just worry when Changbin does screw up—though if you’re asking me, I doubt he will.” 

Chan scrunches up his nose, just as another cerith shell surfaces from his mini excavation site on the sand. “Hm, I don’t know. I still can’t shake it off.” He practically whines like a child, his hold on the poor and almost broken twig loosening the more he thinks his thoughts and rants through. “How did this even happen? We literally raised Changbin and Eun ourselves when we were kids...”

You snicker at this, swiping an olive shell from his excavation site as you see it. “Now, you’re picking on him being a childhood friend? What’s your problem with that now?” 

Chan waves both of his hands up defensively in front of him, shaking his head. “It’s not like that! I don’t have problems with childhood friends dating or whatever, not at all! I’m just saying that, all of a sudden, Changbin’s taken an interest on my sibling! Doesn’t that sound a little random to you? Why now, when they’re about to leave for college?”

“Nope, it still sounds like you have a problem with childhood friends dating.” You teasingly accuse with a disapproving shake of your head before shrugging. “You know, sometimes stuff like that just happens! With people you’ve known for so long, sometimes you just fall for them out of nowhere because you start seeing them in a different light! I mean I, for one, like someone I’ve known for a really long time like Changbin but it’s only rece—”

“What?!—” 

“It’s only recent because I thought they were cute when I saw them again.” You finish your thought despite the abrupt shift in Chan’s expression. Eyes wide, posture suddenly straight and alert, and the twig branch in his hand held up like a threatening knife, you bite down your lips in between certain phrases and sentences as you hold back your laughs. “Maybe if we were like 16 again or something, I’d find it gross. But since we’ve been away from each other for a long time and have only been talking on call until lately, I miss hanging out with him and he’s super duper cuter now than before so—yeah, it just happens! It’s normal and totally not weird!” 

“Wha—you...you like someone?!” 

“That all you picked up from my long ass speech? That’s not even my point. My point was to defend Changbin and your sibling dating.” You furrow your brows and feign a frown. “I’m disappointed. You really are a big baby, barely comprehending anything in that pea brain. Oh dear...” 

But as if Chan’s thoughts are still transfixed on your previous statements, he ignores your mocking comment and repeats, “You like someone?! Do I know this guy? Also, what do you mean you’ve known him as long as Changbin and I and why don’t I know this gossip?! Ya, not you too, Y/N!” 

You tease him further with a shrug before picking up an olive shell that the wave brings in, exclaiming in victory. “Ha! I win!” You stick your tongue out at him, picking up your 8 little shells in your cupped hands. “I should make a bracelet out of this, ‘no? For cute guy I’ve known for a long time.” 

“Who is it?!” Chan pesters you even further, poking your rash guard with the twig branch. “Who’ve you been hanging out with since we were kids besides me and Changbin?!” 

“Don’t you worry about him, you big baby, he’s harmless.” You put your collected shells on the side and wave your sandy hand dismissively. “Now, I don’t think 8 shells are gonna cover your entire wrist so would you mind help me picking up more? We could walk a little and check the lagoon.” 

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@skzwriternet 

[katherinewilliams221b]

For A Greater Good 16/18

Not my gif. Before It’s Too Late

Summary: Kate Williams, young healer and member of the Order,  joins Durmstrang’s staff at Dumbledore’s request. Her mission? Find a Death Eater and survive long enough to tell the story. Set in 1996.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x ofc/mc

Masterlist

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

[Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14]

[Part 15]

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Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds

Classes were over, grades had been hung in the corridor, and Durmstrang celebrated that another year was over. 

Kate was forcing a comb through her brown waves when she heard laughter and hasty footsteps outside her dorm. Returning her attention to her hair, she pressed more insistently on the knot that was refusing to untangle and contemplated the day ahead of her; the Annual Exposition of Dark Arts had arrived and with it, the crushing fear of not leaving Durmstrang anytime soon.

She had told Dumbledore and Rhode she was no auror; she didn’t have training in catching criminals, if that’s what one of these people were.

“Well, it’s not like someone will raise their hand and say ‘it’s me, Kate, take me to Azkaban.’” She murmured to her reflection in the rusty mirror next to the door.

Why? Why had Dumbledore put her there? What was she supposed to do? Almost six months had passed; she had heard from Dumbledore only once, and Rhode was so busy with the school’s events that had practically forgotten why she was there.

But Kate still remembered. She still remembered what happened to Flavia Hodges.

Having abused her locks enough, she attempted to shape them into curls, twirling some hairs around her finger. When she finished, she traced her dragon necklace before securing it under her robes.

Who would be willing to join a Dark Wizard? And why? For a greater good, as Corentin had said? Or maybe for more personal reasons? No one was exempt from guilt, no one was good or bad; Cassandra Steiner was rude and disagreeable, but she was a mediwizard and cared for others; Flavia Hodges was almost murdered and Kent Jorgensen would have protected the man he thought was guilty, but he wasn’t ill-intended and seemed to be a clever man; Leron Angelov was sick and violent with his son, but he had enough problems to be a criminal; Libor Marek was intolerant and prejudiced, adequate characteristics for a Death Eater, but that didn’t make him one; and the only thing that Kate knew about Mer Yankelevich was that she was a liar.

She let out a heavy sigh and made her way to the desk. After grabbing her cloak from her chair and fastening it around her neck, she grabbed the several items she intended to carry with her at all times: her wand, her diary, the list and the trick wand that the Weasley twins had sent her.

The night before, tidying up her belongings, she had found the box that Fred and George had sent her and thought it could be a good farewell gift to Vivien, in case she wanted to give a lesson to Jon Hopkins.

She felt uncomfortable with everything she was carrying on her. The list and her notebook were inside her improvised pockets, and both wands were safely tucked in each sleeve. Impractical for the occasion, but with everyone distracted with the AEDA, it was very easy for someone to slip out of there unseen, and she had no intention of anyone walking into her room and finding those items. After fastening her ankle boots, she headed outside.

 Rhode had not been exaggerating when she described the AEDA as the biggest event of the year; the corridors were ostentatiously decorated with garlands and lights; countless carriages arrived on the castle grounds one after another and the doors to the dining hall were open all day, held up by pillars from which people could grab pamphlets describing the event’s activities.

Tables had been rearranged to form the various displays, and the students were dressed in their finest robes to honour the occasion.

The hustle and bustle of the day made the place unrecognisable, characterised by its usual gloom and darkness.

She advanced through the hall, pausing from time to time to watch project demonstrations and congratulate those taking part in the competition. Her eyes fell on a familiar face next to her; Leron Angelov sat behind a table where a seventh-grade girl explained her work to three wizards who, judging by their golden robes, were the judges.

“The potion lets you transfigure into whatever animal or object at will, only for a few minutes…” she exposed. Kate approached Angelov and leaned in to whisper, “Don’t do that.” Leron stared at her and stopped scratching his arms.

After wandering around for a while, she finally reached her own table, greeted her students and settled wizards and witches filed in and out of the room, delighting in the students’ magnificent works.

She wished with all her might that she could share their enthusiasm.

She gave several forced smiles, for Rhode’s sake, as the organiser of the event she wanted everything to go smoothly, but deep inside she was overwhelmed by a deep worry that she didn’t know how much longer she could bear.

“It’s really ugly.” She overheard one of her students, Greta, referring to her umbrella flower. Several of her children were standing behind a table, presenting their work to the audience.

A single umbrella flower, magically modified to remain a medium size, floated above the table; its vibrant red colour stood out among the sober tones of the place. The top of the plant, usually hollow to do justice to its name, now was decorated with thirty-seven fangs all around the base, giving it the appearance of a weird-looking lamp.

“You should be proud,” she reminded them, “You’ve managed to do something wonderful.”

“It’s still horrendous.” Jon Hopkins commented, wrinkling his nose.

“We’ve done next to nothing...” lamented Micael. Kate raised her eyebrows.

“What do you mean, you haven’t? We needed every single one of your plants, remember they didn’t all germinate, and only one of them got these results. And these posters explaining the whole process? They are priceless...”

They were still not convinced, so she kept insisting “In a few years, someone will want to do the same as you and they will be grateful to have your work as a reference”.

A man and a woman approached their table and after reading a few paragraphs of their report, left without comment. Everyone visibly deflated.

“By the way, where is Vivien? I have something for her...” asked Kate. Micael shrugged.

She looked around, but it was impossible to find anyone among the crowd. She saw a few familiar faces; like Jorgensen chatting animatedly with some seventh year students or Sheyi Mawut, who was making his way through the wizards towards her. There was no sign of any other teacher.

“Well, well! This is the first time in a long time I’ve seen first-year students exhibiting. What have we got here?” Mawut looked at Kate with a smile and she touched two fingers to Micael’s elbow. The boy looked at her and Kate nodded.

“We have created the first umbrella flower with teeth, Professor! It’s one of a kind because the species itself is unique. It floats like an umbrella flower and has teeth like a fanged geranium...”

Kate watched proudly as Micael’s other classmates came up to support him in his rehearsed explanation, some interrupting the speech out of excitement at being able to contribute something.

“And you did this on your own?” Suddenly the children fell silent and looked at the ground or anywhere but Mawut’s face.

“They’ve done all the hard work,” Kate interjected, “Finding the plant, germinating it, growing the geraniums, crossing the two species...”

“How wonderful... can I read your notes?” Mawut let out a laugh as a mountain of notebooks were at his disposal in a matter of seconds. “Maybe just one will be enough.”

The teacher’s kindness managed to relax Kate just a little.

“I’ve got better at my flying practice, Coach Mawut!” Greta commented, “Do you think I’ll ever be as good as Lena?” Kate raised her head at the familiar name.

“I’m sure you will.”

“Who?” she asked to extend that conversation.

“Lena?” Mawut pointed to some drawings and nodded, smiling, “Lena Yankelevich, she was an impressive seeker. Several top teams like the Vratsa Vultures or Heidelberg Harriers wanted to make contracts with her.”

“What happened?” Mawut closed the notebook and thanked Micael for his explanation. Greta tugged at Kate’s sleeve, causing the fake wand to brush against her skin.

“She died, Professor Williams...” she lamented.

“In the middle of a match… She disappeared into the mountains and never came back. Some Muggle climbers were in the area and saw her, and we found her surrounded by three men who had stolen her broom. But we shouldn’t have gone...” He paused and in a quieter voice added, “The climbers got scared when they saw us. There was a lot of commotion and they pushed Lena... down the cliff. No one knew how Lena had come to that situation.”

A witch casually approached the table and wrote something down on a piece of paper. Everyone around her watched in silence as she looked at the plant and then nodded before turning away.

Mawut went to add something else, but Libor Marek joined them.

“This is an unfair competition.... and what is this? A plant?” He grimaced, and Kate glanced at Mawut before averting her eyes to the rest of the room.

Astrid Rhode had stepped on the pallet where her lectern stood. After rearranging her papers, the witch cleared her throat and drew everyone’s attention to her.

“I can’t begin to express how wonderful it is to have all of you here on this special occasion. To honour this event, let me introduce you to Lazar Berović, a former winner of the AEDA thanks to his system to identify and capture chameleon ghouls.” Kate joined the round of applause with little interest. The man in question took Astrid’s place and started his speech.

Her mind drifted to the single hair that had fallen on her sleeve, and she dully grabbed it between two fingers as slowly as she could, making an effort of not listening the ghoul-hunting narrative they were being ‘gifted’.

She had a document whose content had expanded over the last month, completing a full page and a successfully finished project. There was nothing to keep her at that school any longer. Nothing, except the original reason she was there: to find a supposed Death Eater.

But I want to leave.

Would Dumbledore be angry if she returned early? But how much longer would she have to stay?

I want to go home. I want to go to Charlie.

Then come home.

Charlie’s voice again, echoing in her head as if he were talking to her right next to her. This time she didn’t panic, it was the push she needed to make her decision. Dumbledore would have to settle for the list.

But she would be leaving a bunch of children in the hands of a murderer. No, she’d figure it out when she was safe. If anyone wanted the scroll Kate had in her possession, she’d have to flee before it was too late.

The speech was over, and the room filled with the previous murmur of happiness and excitement.

“Excuse me...” Kate stepped away from the group, leaving Micael in charge of defending the front, and made her way to the door.

She hadn’t realised how much she’d become accustomed to the noise until she’d walked a few corridors away from the dining room. With everyone partying in the middle, Kate and the silence went hand in hand all the way to the library. Or at least, that was where she was headed, had she not come face to face with Corentin.

“Ah, Katherine, I was just on my way to the exhibition...” The librarian’s smile crumbled at the sight of her expression.

“Corentin...” she whispered, “I think... I need to get out of here.” They both looked around, but they were alone.

“And how do you plan to do that? With a carriage? They don’t leave until the 20th.”

“I have to go get my trunk and apparate. I don’t know... I’ll jump to Romania and... then to England.” Corentin shook his head.

“I’d recommend three jumps at least.”

“I don’t know that many places! I don’t know where we are!”

“Keep your voice down.” They dissimulated again as two wizards passed in front of them. They greeted each other cordially, and when they were out of range, Corentin grabbed Kate’s elbow. “Everyone is in the Dining Hall. In fifteen minutes the band Rhode has brought will start playing so everyone will be paying attention. Go to your room and stay there until I let you know.”

“What are you planning?”

“We’ll apparate together. We’ll do Sweden, Germany, France and you go to England alone.”

“Corentin...”

“You go. I’ll pick you up in half an hour.” The librarian didn’t give Kate a chance to question him, and she watched him march in his bat form down the corridor.

She turned and broke into a jog towards the side staircase on the ground floor, a shortcut that would take her to her bedroom. She slowed when she felt a presence around her. She sensed desperation by legilimency, and it wasn’t her own. Anger too, even fear.

She turned a corner, but someone was waiting for her. Strong but elegant hands clamped over her mouth and grabbed her robe, pinning her against a chest.. Her pulse quickened, as did her breathing. She tried to free herself from the arm that held her, but it was too strong.

Slowly, the hand covering her mouth slid to the side and reached her neck. Kate couldn’t breathe. She felt the hand tighten around her neck and Mer Yankelevich’s needle-like nails made contact with her skin.

“Give me your wand.” Kate made a movement too sharp for the teacher’s liking and she gripped her tighter. “Slowly.” She tried to take a deep breath, but she had begun to shake in such a way she couldn’t concentrate on her breathing. “Give me your wand, now.”

With an idea half-formed in her head, she moved her left arm to release the wand. Seeing her, Mer snatched it from her hand and jabbed it into her back. “Let’s go for a walk. Don’t even think about running or screaming” They strolled to the other end of the ground floor. They passed by several wizards and in the eyes of the world everything was normal.

Just as the teacher muttered “Incarcerous” the Weasley twins’ wand trap rose into the air and began to hit Mer in the head. Taking advantage of her absent-mindedness, Kate broke free of her grip and ran off in search of the front door. She pulled her real wand out of her other sleeve, knowing Mer was very close behind her.

Just a little closer.

She ran through the sea of people in front of the door, hoping to get lost in the crowd. She glanced back as she went, but there was no sign of the teacher.

She left the castle with bated breath, and hastily pulled her diary from her pocket, muttered ‘Reducto’ turning it into a tiny, almost unrecognisable object, and continued running towards the bridge.

Maybe she could take refuge in the forest, go to the coordinates Dumbledore had given her, maybe the stranger would find her if it was an emergency. She cursed when she remembered she had burned the map.

She was about to reach the other side of the bridge when something hit her from behind, causing her to fall to the ground.

With a scream she hit the stone, and from the ground she saw Mer Yankelevich striding towards her. She looked around frantically, searching for her wand. She reached out and drew the weapon towards her before pointing it at the teacher.

Yankelevich paused, pointing her wand at Kate, and waited for her to rise from the ground. Both witches stared down at each other in a duelling stance, and the spells soon began to explode. Kate fought back as best she could, trying to remember some of Marek’s tricks, but Mer was the Charms teacher and she knew that at any moment she would tire herself out until she lost.

“You’ve got something that’s mine!” shouted Mer between curses.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Kate started to walk backwards, trying to go around Mer and turn her back on the castle, but the teacher was quicker and cornered her against the bridge wall.

“The stone! Where is it?”

“I don’t have any stone!” Kate peeled away from the bridge wall, dodging spells with little grace. One in particular made her ears pop, and she could barely hear Mer accusing her of lying repeatedly.

“How did you get in the room?” shouted Yankelevich, “The column broke!” Kate gasped as a stunning spell hit her leg and she staggered backwards. Focused on not falling to the floor, she didn’t notice the parchment flying out of her robes.

“You broke it?” Kate asked as she tried to catch her breath, “Why?”

“It wasn’t on purpose. That’s the entrance to Grindelwald’s room, and I was trying to open it.” She took a few steps towards Kate, pointing her wand at her. “So tell me; how did you get in?” her accusatory tone made the young witch flinch. Kate bit her tongue, physically, to avoid revealing how wrong she was. In case she didn’t make it out of this situation alive, the teacher must not know her way into the room.

With Charlie in mind, she lowered her wand, hoping to give Yankelevich a sense of security. Band music began to play from inside the castle, conveniently deafening those inside and isolating them from the catastrophe that may or may not be occurring on the bridge.

In only an instant, Kate noticed how the teacher got distracted by the sound of the instruments and took advantage of her glance over her head to begin a duelling offensive. Mer defended herself gracefully, dodging and occasionally returning her opponent’s attacks. Kate’s chances diminished with each spell.

Yankelevich turned her back on the castle, and it was at that moment Kate realised her previous oversight. There, at the feet of the person who might be her executioner, the list of Death Eaters’ names lay within her grasp.

“Mer,” she began cautiously, “all this is for your sister? None of this is worth it.”

“What do you know! Do you have a dead sibling? You have no idea...” It was a stab in the heart without knowing it. The internal debate in Kate’s stomach was making her dizzy, and as she considered whether to tell her story, the teacher crouched at the sight of the document. “We all lose loved ones. Angelov, Jorgensen, Marek, myself.” Mer ignored her.

“So this is how Karkarov intended to communicate with the Ministry...” The parchment flew through the air as Kate’s spell impacted against the teacher’s hand. Both witches began a dance of lights and explosions again, swirling around unknowingly gravitating towards each other.

The castle doors burst open and a third wave of spells shot towards them. Libor Marek was almost galloping in their direction furiously airing his wand.

“Mer!”

Kate let out a choked cry as Yankelevich twisted her arm backwards. She had managed to physically reach her and after pulling at her forearm, one hand with threatening nails anchored her neck against the teacher’s chest; with the other, she pointed her wand at Kate’s temple.

Both witches looked at Marek with completely opposite expressions.

“Mer... Let go of the girl.” He warned, holding up a hand.

“Look, your guardian angel has arrived. Day after day, that man has been preventing you and I from having a friendly chat, always sitting outside your classroom, hovering in the corridors without letting you out of his sight,” she turned to Marek, “tell me Libor, what has this girl done for you?”

“This is not about her. You think I don’t know you were seeing Karkarov on the sly? You think I don’t know that you threatened to turn him in to the Ministry? You think I don’t know that you’re the one who’s been trying to get to that imaginary room?”

“It’s real! She got in with the help of the bat she has as a friend. And now she’s going to tell me how.”

Kate couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You knew?” The accusation was drowned out when the grip around her neck tightened. “She tried to kill Flavia! She practically couldn’t speak!”

“And who do you think stopped her from going to the hospital wing to finish the job, huh?”

“Enough.” Mer finished. She forced Kate to walk to the bridge wall and bent her over the stone. She stared straight into the eyes of the abyss; the fog prevented her from seeing the end, if the cliff had one, and she knew that if she didn’t act soon all that would be left of her would be her memory. “I’m only going to ask you one more time. You found the resurrection stone, where is it?”

“There was no stone!”

She felt the needle stick as if it had happened in slow motion. She brought her hand to her neck as Mer released her and managed to drop to the ground just before the barrage of spells between her and Marek reached her. If she was dizzy before, now she was convinced she was going to throw up.

She slid down the stone to the ground as her vision blurred. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, trying to maintain some control over her body. Spotting her wand near her, she awkwardly crawled towards it, avoiding a violet light that flew treacherously close to her.

She tried to get to her feet, but instantly collapsed again. The nausea was increasing, her vision was blurring more and more, her pulse was throbbing. She pushed her hair out of her face as best she could and rubbed her eyes, but she couldn’t quite focus on the dancing figures circling before her.

Corentin was waiting for her somewhere, probably by the door of her room to take her to a safer place. But she couldn’t reach him, not without the list.

Kate frantically searched for the paper somewhere on the bridge, hoping with all her might that the wind wouldn’t suddenly pick up. Moving her head like that did not help her condition, and the migraines she had been experiencing made their appearance to reinforce her misfortune.

Where were the cavalry? Why was no one from the castle coming to the rescue?

A bitter taste rose in her throat, forcing her to spit out some saliva, which to her horror was whitish. 

No one would come to help her. She would have to save herself.

With what little energy she had left, she stumbled to her feet and took a few steps towards the other side of the bridge. The list was at her fingertips, but the world was spinning and twisting, and now both hands were trembling.

The moment her hand made contact with the paper, a spell exploded against the stone above her head. But she couldn’t back out now. She reached out and caught the parchment between her fingers. She pointed her wand at herself, still shaking, and felt the familiar tug in her stomach that would pull her out. Yankelevich looked with terrified eyes at what was about to happen and pointed her wand at Kate.

The green light of the unforgivable curse never grazed her.

  Kate collapsed to the floor of the grimy Grimmauld Place street with a sob. Corentin had warned her about this; I recommend at least three jumps, the librarian had said.

Lying on the floor with her arms stretched out on her sides, she looked to her right; her eyes were full of tears and her arm full of blood. 

I recommend at least three jumps.

She felt herself choked up again. This time, some foam adorned the corners of her lips, while trying to reach her wand with her left hand.

Three weary taps against the ground caused the building in front of her to awaken, revealing the door of the Black family home. Breathing was getting harder and harder, and with her ears increasingly clogged, Kate tried, to no avail, to stop her splinching from bleeding. Without dittany, it would be impossible.

She raised her wand towards the building with a groan. Unable to utter a word, she concentrated on firing several red lights into the windows. Some bounced off the walls and others off the glass, and she prayed it would be enough, for keeping her arm up was draining her strength.

As the convulsions became more violent, her hand fell to the floor with the rest of her body.

Attempting to keep her eyes open, she made out figures coming out of the house; one was a lanky, black blob she likened to a Dementor by the way his cloak moved; the other was much shorter and rounder with a hint of red hair. The rest of the people who rushed at her were indistinguishable.

Severus Snape forced her eyes open with his fingers, wearing a worried expression. Recognising him, Kate screamed, or at least she thought she did. The only sound that came out of her mouth was a painful sob.

“Darling, darling, look at me, it’s going to be alright,” Molly reassured. Kate wanted to shout that nothing was right, that she was in danger, that the man who was pouring the contents of a potion down her throat was a traitor.

The convulsions hadn’t stopped yet, but the unbearable burning in her arm did. She wanted to watch her wound heal, but Molly clutched her tear-soaked cheek preventing her from seeing the amount of blood that had gushed out from her arm.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart, you’ll be fine.”

She choked on her saliva and Molly tilted her head to help her spit out the remnants of foam. Several conversations sprang up around her; all seemed distant, like an echo in a cavern.

When the shaking stopped, the relief was almost immediate. Snape forced her jaw open, emptying a vial into her mouth again. The commotion didn’t seem to end; several wizards and witches combed the street for any Muggle witnesses, and others were busy inspecting windows and doors.

Intense pain engulfed her head and mind. Attributing it to migraines, Kate missed the long, silver strand that shot from her temple in the direction of an unknown wand. She closed her eyes, and with one last deep breath everything went black.

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[Part 17]

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A/N: Oooooooooof I dont know how did you react to this I’m so nervous

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*vigilantes ch. ~64 and main manga ch. ~255 spoilers*

although idk if these are really spoilers if these chapters came out a couple years ago! anime-only fans beware. anyway here’s my extremely long rant about the obvious, not trying to explain anything- i gotta yell!

so that vigilantes arc destroyed me! i’m not good at immediately putting thoughts about media into coherent points but i’m just so sad :( first of all after catching up with the main manga, shirakumo, despite being technically dead during his introduction, rocketed up to one of my favorite if not my favorite character. aizawa is also up there for me- he was first introduced as this strict teacher who seemed to psychologically torment his students for the fun of it, or at least for some yet unknown ulterior motive. but we now know that, while still kinda harsh, he does this to give his students that lead-dropping-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach rush in order to push them to succeed (or something like that?). he truly cares about his students and their growth which has been demonstrated multiple clear times. but what drives him to be like this??

shirakumo!! his actions today are a clear answer to the pushes shirakumo gave him back when they were students. they’re so obviously influenced by shirakumo that they’re almost literally answers. the main chapters are a little foggy because i speedread them at 3 am, but i just caught up with vigilantes. 

at the start, aizawa sees himself as someone who’s constantly just behind and will stay there as everyone moves on. he trudges into class drenched after leaving the kitten behind and he’s super emo about it. meanwhile, shirakumo literally flies through the window, also drenched, saved not only the kitten but aizawa’s umbrella, and manages to put on this cheery (albeit borderline explicit) show about it. it’s a CLEAR contrast between the two and aizawa goes as far to say that he hasn’t reached his “true self yet” while he looks at shirakumo and then says that he starts to change. 

as if it’s not enough for aizawa to beat himself up mentally, his classmates bring him down for not having a “heroic” enough quirk. shirakumo is constantly stepping in to bring him back up, even during real work study stuff, and goes as far to lend him a pair of his goggles so that his eyes become more useful. this becomes a stronger bonding point between aizawa, shirakumo, and hizaishi for them to start looking to the future together. while wearing those goggles, which are protecting his sight from the strong winds on the roof, he stares into the sky, feeling like he’s getting swept into the future like the clouds in the wind. (also the clouds as a metaphor. damn)

and then we come to the last fight. everyone that aizawa looks up to is crushed in the wake of the villain, and he’s the last one standing. there’s a group of children to protect, and he’s panicking and drowning in his overthinking. the way he’s given a huge panel to himself only to be visually overwhelmed by his thought bubbles stood out to me. and then the thing that snaps him out is shirakumo’s voice cheering him on. it’s a bunch of simple praise, but it means everything in the situation. the friend who’s been pulling him up no matter how hopeless or apathetic aizawa feels is of course the one to spur him into action in a life-or-death situation. aizawa realizes he’s gotta fight immediately, and even reminds himself of exactly what shirakumo told him- that his quirk IS useful and levels the playing field. 

i was already kinda spoiled for this part since i read the main manga first, but hearing shirakumo’s cheering the entire time while aizawa is absolutely toiling to defeat this huge villain would have been touching regardless. and when he lands in triumph, hurting but victorious, he screams for his friend to hear that he did it!! but then you see this joy start to like. rot away as soon as it pans to kayama and hizaishi. it’s raining again (THE CLOUDS AS A METAPHOR! DAMN!). shirakumo’s corpse is lying feet away from him, staining the medics’ sheet with blood. i don’t have much to say about this part, it was just a lot for me to process!! also i’m still not entirely sure about the way his speaker works so i might be wrong here, but did he really spend his dying moments with a traumatic head injury cheering on his friend to not only beat the immediate danger, but to self-realization?? or maybe it was prerecorded? idk but either way, truly a hero. 

aizawa and hizaishi are left standing in the rain because once again, “it fits the mood.” so obviously there’s the callback to when aizawa first said that when he comes to class after leaving the kitten and i have yet to fully comprehend it because i have no braincells for interpreting media. i guess maybe it’s like- aizawa at first felt terrible for not being able to save even a kitten while being enrolled in the most prestigious hero course in the country. getting drenched while settling with (what he considers to be) a cowardly measure is the icing to the cake for his self-hatred. it’s the classic “this might as well happen” scenario to get soaked by random rain or a car splashing you with a puddle on a bad morning. rain is sad. but in comes shirakumo, equally drenched but still the bright light that he is. he’s also done everything aizawa couldn’t but wanted to and more in this situation. he could do it not just because of his storing quirk, but because he held the life of someone who needed saving more important than the school rules. this decorum lets the kitten slide as it makes itself at home in the classroom. the rain stops soon after. but then you have shirakumo’s death. once again, aizawa, and even hizaishi, who’s usually always upbeat (almost every panel of him was just him screaming YEAHHHHH. plz give him more dialogue) both agree that the pouring rain fits the mood. this also brings us back to the present that preceded the flashback- koichi just rescued a cat and a child from a villain with aizawa’s help, and now they’re standing under an awning to escape the rain. this situation is literally almost exactly what happened at the beginning of the flashback which is why i guess it brought it on, but it’s interesting to see what changed- aizawa is the one who’s learned from this situation and teaching the student the meaning of responsibility (using an abandoned cat as an example, no less), and they’re all properly shielded from the elements this time. i guess the conclusion (that could be totally wrong) i’m coming to is that the rain sort of represents the adversaries aizawa faces in life- his self-deprecation, those that don’t believe in him, his personal failures that he has been facing lately. shirakumo has always been there to guide him past it, and once he lifts up aizawa nothing can shake him again. but now that he’s definitively gone, it’s back to haunt him for this one last moment of sheer grief. it’s only this one moment though, as aizawa clearly uses this moment to move on and better himself not just for his sake, but for everyone counting on him. he’s escaped the rain.

it’s so clear how this manifests in the main manga and i’m so happy vigilantes was able to spin out such a good backstory and explanation for his actions!! one of the most immediate ways we see his ideals stand out is his taking in of shinsou as his apprentice from general studies. it’s absolutely because he sees himself in this boy. he has a quirk that’s seemingly useless once you get into combat and everyone thinks he’s a creep for it. more people might even wary around shinsou than aizawa’s case. during the a vs. b practice fights, shinsou explains what he did wrong, clearly upset at himself for not doing enough. aizawa immediately pulls himself up, reminding him that in order to achieve what he just said, he’d have to be a pro, and that what he managed was more than enough. these parallels between aizawa and shinsou are definitely hinted at in the main story, like when midoriya underestimate’s his prowess in combat at usj, but with the vigilantes arc everything is so much clearer. in the main manga, we get a direct reference of aizawa’s expulsion rate in relation to how it helps students grow when they face “’death’” as he’s interrogating kurogiri. though dramatic, i feel like it has to be linked to the dire situation aizawa faced when the pro heros and shirakumo got knocked out during that one fight because of its placement in the chapter. he understands better than most in the story that a lot of times pushes, whether big or small, are needed to grow. he wants to be to his students what shirakumo was to him.

OK EDIT because i didn’t realize there was more to the arc after 64 lol. so obviously after shirakumo dies aizawa’s and hizaishi’s dreams of starting a triple hero agency have been dashed. aizawa seems to distance himself from hizaishi, or at least they’re on uneasy speaking terms. he’s coping by training super hard and is bent on going solo after graduation, the opposite of what they had all planned. but this time, he has conviction on what he’s going to do with himself, and that’s great! he learns that you have to be there for yourself in life. there’s a small montage leading from graduation to where is now in vigilantes and it’s been hard, but he’s been making it. still a lone wolf as ever, aside from the pushes from kayama to become teachers with her and hizaishi at ua. he thinks doing that would be a stupid choice for him, he’s been alone this whole time and doesn’t work well with others (anymore, he thinks). but now that he’s in the cafe with everyone, he changes seeing everyone fawn over the cat but their new dreams of being a popular cat cafe. 

the impact of seeing their newfound hope brings him back to another flashback of the rooftop trio, and THE PARALLELS!!! of them also dreaming to start their hero agency based on their first rescue of sushi the cat. back in the present, aizawa, who’s been spacing off, suddenly realizes the sky and his mind have cleared (THE CLOUDS KEEP COMING BACK AS A METAPHOR!!! if this happens in the main story i’ll cry). i’m still not 100% sure of what exactly makes the dots connect for him, but it’s been hinted through the flashbacks and his reactions to the rescued cat that he’s actually a good teacher himself, though he had been mainly shown to have learned from others around him. he drilled husbandry requirements into shirakumo and interrogated koichi about responsibility as if they were second nature. i think aizawa realized that he’s actually always had a soft spot for watching people grow and do good things and wants to be a part of facilitating that. or at least because he wasn’t able to accomplish doing good with his friends originally, he wants to help other accomplish the goal he couldn’t. also the fact that kayama still sends him updates on sushi isn’t just really nice of her, but it’s also another representation of how aizawa’s convictions he developed as a student still drive him to do what he does today.

MY MAIN POINT IS: aizawa really loves shirakumo. to have so much of his character based in the lessons he purposefully or inadvertently taught him is an amazing testament to that appreciation. aizawa never emotes except for the occasional creepy smile when he psychologically toys with 1a, but the emotion he displayed during the interrogation really caught me by surprise. the apathetic emo character suddenly being truly happy or sad is a cliche but this panel right fucking here was so powerful to me:

yeah his eyes are always bloodshot as a trademark to his quirk, but the emotional EXHAUSTION written on his face is so starkly different than his usual boredom. this feeling that horikoshi illustrates in two small panels is so human that it’s instantly recognizable deep in our hearts. we’ve all been in those heavy and direly serious moments that wrack our mental and emotional fortitudes, where the only response manageable without hideously breaking down is some subtle motion of the hand or crinkle of the face. we all know what this means without understanding the japanese onomatopoeia or needing additional dialogue. before i read vigilantes, i still immediately understood what this man meant to aizawa. and that’s why i love shirakumo so much!! we all know at least a little how aizawa used to feel as a student, and to have someone constantly pushing you and acting as such a light in your moments of darkness is something so incredibly special. i really hope they��re able to get him out of his nomu state so those three can finally become heros together :’)

god!!!!!!!!!!

[bevvydraws]

If You Give Mari an Umbrella (pt. 2)

AU this series is based around 

Pt. 1

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Lunch with a Friend 

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“So, Marinette, are you gonna tell me what happened between you and our new resident pretty boy?” Alya asked as she slid into the seat next to Marinette, whisper-shouting so no one else would hear her. Marinette blinked tiredly at Alya, struggling to register what she was saying. It had been an exhausting week for her. 

In one week she became a superhero, failed her first superhero mission, faced her long-time bully, became enemies--and then friends--with Adrien Agreste, stood up against a literal terrorist, and promised to the entirety of Paris that her and Chat Noir would somehow stop him. After that display, her and Chat Noir had agreed to meet up on the weekend one evening to discuss how things were going to work between the two of them from now on. Needless to say, Marinette was tired. Too tired for cryptic questions from Alya, for sure. 

“What do you mean, Alya?” Marinette asked after letting out a big yawn. 

“You hated Adrien’s guts but now you two are cool? You two have been hovering around each other all week,” she rolled her eyes and gestured as if it was completely obvious what she was talking about. 

“He apologized,” Marinette said shortly, glancing away and willing the tiny blush forming on her face to go away, “We talked it out and I’m just trying to give him a chance to prove he isn’t like Chloe.” That answer seemed sufficient enough for Alya for now, who was more distracted by the blonde in question coming through the door with Nino. Marinette smiled, happy to see that Nino had taken Adrien under his wing. She’s known Nino for a long time, and knows for a fact that he’s a great person to be around Adrien. 

Marinette caught Adrien’s eye and gave him a tiny wave, using her other hand to cover her mouth while she let out another ridiculously loud yawn. Adrien somehow managed to look concerned while also trying to fight back what was obviously laughter. “You okay, Marinette?” he asked, after he successfully stopped himself from laughing. 

Letting out a tiny groan, Marinette dropped her forehead on her table and grumbled, “I’m so tired, and I didn’t have time to drink any coffee this morning. I almost overslept.” If she hadn’t been painfully aware of just how awake she really was, she might have thought that what she heard next was her dreaming. 

“Do you want to go with me to get lunch somewhere during our break? I can treat you to food and a coffee?” Adrien asked her with only a little bit of hesitance in his voice. 

Marinette’s head shot up, eyes wide and almost about to insist that he didn’t need to do that before she realized that this was Adrien making an effort to be her friend. Marinette had treated her friends to lunch before, it was what friends did. If she refused his offer, Adrien would be hurt and confused, and she couldn’t do that to him. Smiling, Marinette graciously accepted his offer. 

“Awesome!” Adrien said, visibly relieved that she accepted, “I’ll text my driver and set everything up, so don’t worry about it.” 

Marinette nodded and watched Adrien take his place in the spot in front of her, the two oblivious to the subtle (read: not subtle at all) stares they were getting from Alya and Nino. 

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Adrien quickly looked up information about casual places to eat nearby. He noticed that there was a small cafe about two blocks from where the school was, and asked Nino his opinion. Nino gave his approval, and Adrien decided that it was close enough that he wouldn’t even need to bother his driver with asking for an escort. Instead, he simply sent a message letting the Gorilla know that he was going to eat lunch at the school. He felt bad lying to Gorilla like that, but he didn’t want there to be a big fuss about going out to eat with a friend. 

Happy with his plan, he excitedly waited for the break for lunch to roll around. 

After the last class they had before break, Adrien patiently waited for Marinette outside of the classroom. He did his best to ignore the quiet snickering he could hear coming from his pocket, mentally rolling his eyes at the Kwami that would no doubt give him a thorough teasing about this later. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts, though, when Marinette walked out of the classroom. Adrien watched her wave goodbye to Alya before smiling as she walked over to him. 

“You ready?” Adrien asked her, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

“Of course! Is your driver waiting?” Marinette asked as they walked to the entrance of the school. 

“Well where I wanted to eat is close enough for us to walk to so I told him not to worry about it,” Adrien laughed awkwardly, hand rubbing at the back of his neck out of nervous habit. Marinette made a hum of acknowledgement and smiled at him. 

“Lead the way then,” Marinette teased lightly, making a grand sweeping gesture with a tiny giggle lacing her tone. 

And with that, the two made their way down the sidewalk, making idle conversation. Adrien happily tells Marinette about how much better he likes public school as opposed to homeschooling, and how happy he is to be getting along with Nino. Marinette watched with mild amusement at his enthusiasm, also feeling a bit sad that all of these things are so exciting to him. 

As they slowly strolled, the distance between the two slowly diminished until their arms were almost brushing. When Marinette’s hand accidentally grazed Adrien’s, both of them instinctively drew their hands back. Adrien looked away, feeling the blush slowly creeping across his face. He was confused. It was just her hand, and they barely touched, so why could he suddenly hear his heartbeat in his ears? He peeked at her from the corner of his eyes and noticed she was very intently inspecting the pavement as they walked. 

Before Adrien had the chance to try and cut the awkward silence though, Marinette tripped over her own feet and would have collided with the ground face-first if Adrien hadn’t quickly caught her. And that was when it was very obvious to both of them just how red the other’s face was. Quickly helping Marinette stand up straight again, he was once again wracking his brain for something to say to salvage the situation when Marinette began laughing. 

Adrien, although entirely confused as to why she was laughing, found himself laughing with her. He couldn’t help it, her laugh was so contagious and cute. When Marinette calmed down, she wiped a little tear from her eye and looked at Adrien, and he could feel his heart rate pick up again. The only thought in his mind was how startlingly pretty she was. And just as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it left because Marinette spoke. 

“That’s the second time I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you,” she said shaking her head and making a ‘go figure’ gesture. “I’m so lame.” 

Adrien vehemently shook his head, “I don’t think you’re lame at all!” he said quickly and far too loud. He winced and spoke again, this time softer, “B-Besides, my first impression I made on you really wasn’t all that impressive...” Once again his hand rubbed at the back of his neck, the blush on his face now from shame as he recalled the misunderstanding. 

Marinette slowly reached up and gently grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand from behind his head. Her other hand joined the first on his wrist, and she looked up at him. “I guess first impressions can be a bit misleading. But I understand you aren’t used to this kind of socializing, so I’m more than willing to be patient with you,” A grin spread on her face, “I think we’re going to be great friends! Now let’s go get some lunch, yeah?” 

The rest of the short walk to the cafe was uneventful and filled with a comfortable silence. Adrien was grateful for the silence, because it gave him a chance to calm his nerves and get ahold of himself. When they reached the cafe, he held open the door for Marinette and the two walked in. The cafe was quiet with a cozy atmosphere, and Adrien instantly loved it. 

Marinette told him what she wanted to eat and what coffee she wanted and went to find them a nice spot to sit. While Adrien stood in line, he tried to casually peek glances at her. She chose a window seat, and she was looking out at the street people-watching. A tiny smile was on her face and Adrien couldn’t help but again think that she was incredibly pretty. ‘Incredibly pretty and patient,’ Adrien thought to himself, blushing slightly again. And from what Nino had told him, she was also incredibly caring. 

Now, as naive as Adrien knew he could be, he was fully aware of what was happening right now. He knew that this was the beginning stages of a crush, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. As far as he knew, he was still a probationary friend to Marinette, and he knew he had a lot to work on. Adrien had a lot to work on and he was determined to do better and be someone that he can genuinely say he’s proud to be. So for now, he decided to push those feelings to the back of his mind and just focus on bettering himself. 

‘Well, no better way to get stronger and become a better person than by living a double life as a superhero,’ he mused to himself as he placed the order and waited off to the side to receive his order. By the time he made his way back to the table, he already had a clear goal in mind. And by the look on Marinette’s face as she saw him approach the table, he almost swore that it seemed she had come to some sort of epiphany as well. But he chose to brush it off and instead focus on enjoying a nice lunch with his adorable and slightly-awkward classmate. 

Adrien wasn’t yet used to life at public school, but with friends like Marinette and Nino around him, and endless possibilities ahead of him he couldn’t help but feel hopeful. This school year was going to be a good one, he just knew it.

[snakeboistan]

Days Like This No One Should Be Alone

AKA: Maeiso adopt local blueberry snek 

TW: Mentions of Abuse and forced cross-dressing

Whatever Maehara was expecting to happen today, this definitely wasn’t on the list. Not even in the top 20. It’s surprising how a perfectly normal day could be flipped upside down faster than Koro-Sensei could fly from one continent to another - and it all started so normally as well.

He was walking towards the cafe that his boyfriend worked at, which was his third favourite place to be (the first being in Isogai’s arms, of course), umbrella in hand to protect him from the onslaught of raindrops that were pelting down from above. His casual stroll through the nearly empty streets of Tokyo was quickly halted when a flash of blue caught his eye, bumping straight into him and sending him sprawling backwards onto the rain-immersed pavement. Maehara closed his eyes and hissed in pain at the tingling sensation of the grainy tarmac rubbing against his palms. 

“Oh my god,” a very familiar voice cried out in panic, “Maehara, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?”

The strawberry blonde groaned, eyes still shut as he lifted himself up from the ground.

“Wha-yeah, man, it’s cool no worri-NAGISA?!” Maehara yelled in shock, eyes bulging and jaw dropping when he took in the appearance of his classmate.

Splodges of striking indigo draped the smaller boy’s forehead, temples and cheekbones, glaring angrily at everyone that so much as glanced at them. The smears of purple and red near those large cerulean eyes stood out against that porcelain, otherwise pristine pale skin. His cheeks were red and the golden-haired boy couldn’t tell if it was from his crying, exertion or the cold bite of the chilly air. Locks of aquamarine that were usually tied up into cute twintails were unraveled, cascading messily down the other teenager’s scalp, a few stray strands sticking haphazardly to his dampened face. What was really strange was his clothing: flowing near his knees was a flared pink skirt decorated with intricate little floral designs and a pastel pink blouse was tucked under it. The garments were rumpled and ruffled, soaked with rain and tarnished with mud. His feet were bare with raw pink painting their edges. Pooling around his feet was a large piece of cotton - most likely an old blanket - that was probably dropped during the collision.

“Nagisa, what the hell happened to you?” Maehara spluttered out once he was snapped out of his trance-like state, “why are you wearing that? Where are your shoes? Why are you crying?”

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t a good idea to start bombarding questions at a boy who looked like he was going to either burst into tears or have a panic attack without a second’s notice but the surprise of this entire situation just seemed to make all logic and reason fly out of the window.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I’ve I’ve got to go,” Nagisa stammered out as he swiftly picked up the discarded sheet on the ground, now dripping murky brown due to the rainwater. Maehara quickly grabbed onto the blunette’s wrist to prevent him from escaping his sight. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said firmly. Nagisa exhaled heavily and squeaked, looking at him with eyes wide with fear.

“But-but-I.”

“If anyone’s chasing you I’ll give them a lesson they’ll never forget. No one is chasing you, right?”

“N-n-no,” Nagisa gulped at the stern look that the usual carefree teenager shot him, shaking his head rapidly, “at-atleast I don’t think so.”

“Hmm,” Maehara hummed, jaw set, practically seething with rage as he regarded Nagisa’s bruised and shivering form. Whoever hurt, his classmate, whoever terrified him to this level, they better run. It just so happened that Nagisa was a beloved member of a class of assassins, all of who would give hell to whoever it was that would dare hurt him. All it would take is one message to the class group chat and they’re done for - they have no idea who they just messed with. When he noticed that Nagisa still bore that fearful countenance, his eyes softened and he pulled the smaller boy closer so that both of them were standing under the umbrella. He then handed the handle to him, which Nagisa took with a perplexed look that then transformed to shock when Maehara started stripping off his rain jacket.

“Maehara, what are you doing?” he asked with alarm, voice rising.

“Giving you my jacket,” was his simple response.

“What?” Nagisa whisper-yelled, “wha-no! You can’t do that. Really I’m fine and-”

“No, you’re not,” Maehara retorted as he held the jacket out, “Nagisa, it’s raining cats and dogs and here you are soaking wet. You’re not even wearing shoes and you’re shivering. At least I’m wearing a full-sleeved sweater under this. Now take my jacket before I shove it onto you myself.”

Nagisa gulped once again at the uncharacteristically serious tone in the blonde’s voice before taking the jacket and tentatively put it on. The large garment practically engulfed him, with the end reaching upto his calves and the cuffs flowing past his fingertips.

“Alright?” Maehara asked. When Nagisa nodded, he continued, “good. Now come on, let’s go.”

Nagisa yelped when the taller boy swung an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer under the protection of their shared canopy, “wai-wait, where-where are we going?”

“Out of this rain for one. I was actually on my way to Isogai’s cafe before I bumped into you - literally,” he was hoping that that little quip would’ve brought a slight smile, or at least that small huff of laughter he usually does, but if anything, the look on Nagisa’s face could only be described as horror.

“Wait, Isogai!” he whispered harshly, stopping in place, “I-I can’t let Isogai see me like this. I-I I just can’t. Please Maehara, just let me go.”

“Nagisa, I can’t,” Maehara replied kindly, “look, I don’t know what’s going on at all here but I need to make sure that you’re safe and letting you run off to god knows where in the pouring rain is the complete opposite of safe. We don’t need to talk about the bruises but we need to atleast get you someplace warm. And, look, you know Isogai, he never judges or asks questions when he shouldn’t. Just, please, let me make sure that you’re alright, okay?”

Nagisa bit his lip and looked down before making the smallest movements with his head - a nod. Maehara internally crowed with victory that was mixed with an overwhelming surge of protectiveness that curled in his gut at the way the golden hue of his bright yellow umbrella seemed to highlight the contusions that decorated the other boy’s face.

“That's the spirit, Nagisa. Now let’s go.” 

……………...

Isogai was dressed in his classic black and white waiter’s uniform, carrying a tea tray and the air of polite grace and elegance. When the bell by the door rang to signal the two boys’ entrance, Isogai raised his head to greet them with his usual friendly smile only for his face to fall with horror and concern once his eyes had taken in Nagisa’s injured form hanging off of his boyfriend.

“Excuse me, ladies,” he said gentlemanly at the middle-aged women he was currently serving tea to, flashing them his patented pleasant smile that brought in customers by the dozen as he carefully placed the teapot in the middle of the table, “an issue seems to have come up so if there’s nothing else for you to order, I shall be taking my leave.”

“Why of course not, Isogai,” One of them cooed, waving her hand down at him, “you work so hard, you know. Do be a dear and give your mother my love for me, though.”

Isogai bowed his head, “Of course, Ma’am. Please enjoy your meal.”

He immediately rushed towards the entrance, placing a hand onto the blunette’s shoulder, “what happened?”

“I bumped into him on my way here,” Maehara supplied with a jerk of his head towards the shorter boy, “any chance there’s a free booth for us?”

“Of course,” Isogai smiled, though his eyes held unmistakable concern. The look of disquietude on Maehara’s face made him uneasy - and, of course, it’s not everyday you see your classmate entering your place of work with bruises littering their face and feet bare. Especially a pacifist like Nagisa who would be the last person on Earth to be involved in a brawl of any kind, “follow me, please.”

Once Nagisa and Maehara were seated, the golden-haired boy turned towards their class representative, “Hey, Yuuma, I think he could use some tea. He’s shivering and I don’t think that it’s from the rain.”

Isogai nodded firmly, eyes still glued onto the unfortunate subject of their conversation, whose head was hung low and had yet to speak a word, “I’ll get a cup right away.”

As soon as Isogai left, Maehara looked at his companion, “So, Nagisa-“

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nagisa mumbled, hugging himself tighter.

“Alright,” Maehara said, feeling very much out of his depth at the moment, hoping and praying for Isogai to hurry up. It was such a role reversal, for him to be the one comforting Nagisa when it was normally the blue-haired boy that was the class therapist, who was the one with the emotional intelligence to make anyone calm down or cheer up, “let’s talk about something else instead.”

“Like what?” Nagisa turned to him.

“Like,” Maehara suggested, “like, about these cute cat videos Kurahashi sent to the group chat earlier. Have you seen them?”

When Nagisa shook his head, Maehara grinned and pulled out his phone to stream the very video. It turned out to be the trick because the starting clip of a tiny kitten pawing at a ball of yarn caused the very thing that Maehara hoped would happen - Nagisa smiled. It was just a small quirk of the lips but it was there. As the seconds passed and a new clip started playing, the other seemed to be entranced by the screen, even at one point covering his mouth to muffle a slight squeak of laughter. Isogai arrived during a later recording of a bunch of felines staring confusedly at a piece of cling film that was blocking their path, looking at Nagisa quizzically before turning his gaze towards Maehara, who just smiled. The brunette smiled back as he placed the tea tray onto the table and took a seat on the chairs opposite the other two. Nagisa’s head shot up at the sound of the tray hitting the tabletop, his smile sliding off his face as fast as lightning. His earlier look of fear made an appearance, which made Isogai quickly say, “Hey, it’s alright Nagisa. Nothing’s going to happen, okay. We won’t make you say anything you don’t want to, we just want to help. Oh, here, I brought an ice pack for your face. Does it hurt?”

Nagisa shook his head, but took the ice pack anyway, quietly replying, “No, I-I barely feel a thing, really. You shouldn’t have gone through all of that trouble.”

“Nonsense,” Maehara said as he started to pour Nagisa a steaming cup of tea, pushing the ceramic cup towards him, “now drink up, man.” When Nagisa just stared at the beverage, he added, “it’s not poisoned you know.”

Nagisa unzipped Maehara’s jacket so that he could extract his arms out and place both palms onto the warm surface of the tea cup and bring it to his mouth, making sure to take slow, careful sips. Isogai’s eyes widened at the sight of Nagisa’s short sleeved, light pink blouse before turning to Maehara, questions blazing in his eyes. His boyfriend could only shoot his own puzzled look and shook his head. 

“Nagisa,” Isogai started, “where did you get those injuries?”

Nagisa paused, looking down at the table as he deeply exhaled, “I-I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Were they from some bullies? Delinquents? Main campus kids?”

Nagisa said nothing.

“If it was Seo and his buddies, you can tell me,” Maehara said, smirking darkly, “I remember perfectly well them trying to have a go at me during the Kaho incident. Of course, we made them pay in the end but I wouldn’t mind going for a round two.”

“Hiroto,” Isogai reproached, “not the time. But Nagisa, if someone from our school did this to you, I would really appreciate it if you told us.”

Still nothing.

“Nagisa?”

…

“Bro?”

“No,” Nagisa finally whispered, it was so small that if the other teenagers weren’t sitting directly  beside or opposite him, they probably wouldn’t have heard him, “it wasn’t someone from school.”

“From another school?” Maehara offered.

Nagisa shook his head.

“I see,” was all Isogai said.

“Does this have anything to do with what you’re wearing?” Maehara asked, “because-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nagia repeated, more firmly this time.

Realising that they weren’t going to be getting anywhere soon, Isogai said, “Alright, let’s not talk about it. We can’t let you go home though, not until the rain’s cleared up, at least.”

“I’m sorry for ruining whatever plans the two of you had,” Nagisa murmured. He seemed to find a spot on the table very interesting.

“You’re not ruining anything, Nagisa,” Isogai stated.

“Exactly,” Maehara agreed, “I normally come here before Isogai finishes his shift anyway. I usually just wait here by myself for an hour until he’s done then he spends his break with me and then I stay until it’s time for him to leave. I’m friends with the owner so he’s good with me hanging around. If anything, I’m thankful for your company.”

“Thanks,” Nagisa muttered, still refusing to meet either of their gazes, “for this - for everything. You didn’t have to do all of this and I-I know that you guys are worried for me and want to help but I’m just-I’m just not ready to talk about all of this. Not yet, at least.”

“We understand that,” Isogai explained kindly, the usual twinkle in his eyes returning full-force, “But you must know that we care about you. Maehara and I. Us seeing you hurt is not something we take lightly. And you don’t just have us; you have everyone else in our class and Koro-Sensei and Karasuma-Sensei - I’m pretty sure that even B***h-Sensei would help you if you asked her to. It’s the least we could do for all that you’ve done for us. I’m pretty sure I would’ve gone crazy or Kataoka would’ve killed someone if you aren’t there to keep the peace.”

“He’s right,” Maehara chipped in, throwing an arm around Nagisa’s sodden shoulders and grinning at him, “you’re like the nicest and sweetest guy ever. If you told me that singing birds help you get ready for school every morning I would wholeheartedly believe you. We all have your back, got it? You’re not in this alone.”

Nagisa smiled at them, though it did kind of resemble a grimace, a hue of rosy pink spreading across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “heh, thanks. To be honest, guys, I’m just really tired right now.”

“Well if you’re tired you could just go to sleep,” Maehara suggested, “we’re going to be here a while.”

When Nagisa started to doze off, his sodden head resting on Maehara’s shoulder, the blonde looked at his best friend since Elementary School, “what should we do, Yuuma?”

“I’m not sure,” Isogai replied, “we can’t make him open up if he doesn’t feel comfortable with it but if he’s in danger we can’t let this go on. The best thing we can do right now is be there for him and wait for him to be ready to tell us what he can. Oh - looks like some new customers are coming. Are you alright with sitting here?”

Maehara smiled, “Sure I am. Go ahead, Yuuma. Go charm the world with your dazzling looks.”

Isogai rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He swiftly stood up and just as he was passing his boyfriend, he leaned down and placed a kiss onto his cheek, “Love you.”

“I love you too.”

As long as they had each other, everything would be alright.

[cosmiclatte28]

College au! Doyoung (>,<)

Okay I am in the mood for some domestic boyfriend Doyoung! 

Fluff! Doyoung x reader

Enjoy!!

I open the door to my small shared apartment. I've just finished studying in the library for finals. It's snowing outside and I forgot my umbrella. Therefore, I am drenched in the snow after walking from the bus station near our flat. The lights are on and a pair of shoes greets me over the welcome mattress. I smile to myself as I quickly enter the flat and lock the door. I drop my belongings on the floor (quite a commotion. It made a loud bang!) Quickly, while jumping over my feet I fumbled with my jacket zipper as my mouth mumbles "Cold cold cold cold" . A frustrated groan slips when my frozen fingers can't cooperate to unzip my jacket. Just as I was about to call help, the shower door opens and a steamy hot air escapes along with a man in a comfortable pajamas.

"You're home!" he grins and walks to greet me.

"Gosh! You're frozen." He said when he saw how my lips and body trembles.

"The zipper, help" I control my breath when the urge of sneezing tickles my nose.

"There." He gets it off in one go, and takes me out of the thick jacket.

"Go shower first. You need that. I'll make hot cocoa. Have you eaten yet?" his voice comes from the pantry.

I yelled my answers back to him after grabbing my towel and clothes.

"Yeah just a sandwich," And shut the toilet door.

The man with his damp hair and round eye glasses walks to the refrigerator. He checks and grimaces when he realizes they have to go shopping. There's not even a single egg and milk. All they have is a bottle of soju and two packs of Yakult; those two and nothing else.

He feels bad but he has to feed her. So, he boils a pot of water and pick out two packs of ramyeon.

He hums his favorite song as he took out two mugs and fills them with water. He place both into the microwave and picks out a sachet of hot cocoa and coffee.

His hum and cooking come to an end just as the girl who has been singing under the shower opens the door and appears in a better condition.

I return in a couple pajamas and my body is not as shaky as before.

"I can smell it from the bathroom. Ramyeon! Gosh you know what I've been craving!" I walk excitedly to the kitchen.

The table was set and two bowls of ramyeon and two mugs of hot drinks are steaming before our eyes.

"Thank you Doyoung! Let's dig in" I pick up my chopsticks and start savoring each taste of this wonderful mankind discovery.

"I'm sorry we only have ramyeon. We ran out of kimchi and eggs." Doyoung said after they finish their bowl.

"My bad, I forgot to check them. I should've gone to the supermarket." I gulp down the hot chocolate liquid and hold the glass between my hands to keep them warm.

"We can go shopping tomorrow. It's Sunday and I'm free." Doyoung gulps his coffee.

"Is that coffee?" I ask when I notice the different color and fragrant.

Doyoung nods and smiles his bunny smile, "I haven't drunk one today. And I need my caffeine."

I shrug my shoulder and focus on him in front of me.

"How's studying? Is the library crowded?" He starts asking about my day.

I nod my head, "it's two weeks to finals. Every corner of the library is filled."

"Were you alone earlier?" Doyoung asks carefully. Well he's the type who needs to know if his girl is safe.

"I'm with my friends. We studied together for the Korean studies. You know I'm still foreign with the idioms." I said. Well being born Korean and raised in USA was great, but then when I return and start college here, I struggle with the Korean language studies.

Lucky me, Doyoung, my boyfriend for two and a half year is best at teaching me all the hard Korean test.

"Ah! You could have gone home and study with me." He picks his glass up to drink some more coffee.

"You're going to have finals too! And I know you need to focus well. That's why I asked Jaehyun's help to teach me. Don't worry; I completely understand the test materials now." I place my hand over his free palm on the table and gave it a small squeeze.

Yes I saw the spark of jealousy in his eyes, and I realize maybe I shouldn't have mentioned his name. Jaehyun is a big no no in Doyoung's dictionary. And I happen to forgot that today.

"Sorry, but there are other friends too: like Yuta, Mark, Claire, and Scarlet." I tried to make the situation brighter.

The air is too thick now, as I mentally curse myself for letting Jaehyun's name slipped. But how can I not? That guy saw me struggling and offers me help. I who was completely clueless and hopeless gratefully said yes and thank him tons of time.

"Good. That means you'll ace your Korean test right? Guess that Jaehyun is a nice guy." Doyoung's sinister sound launches from his tongue.

He stands up, grabs the dirty plates and empty glasses.

"I'll wash them. How's your day hm?" I get hold of the washing glove and sponge faster than him. I ask him question while washing.

"I'm dismissed early. Class ends by five when the weather forecast warned there will be heavy snow coming at seven. That's why my professor dismissed the class earlier when he saw most of us did not carry umbrella or drive a car." Doyoung helps me drying them and putting them on the drying rack.

"Oof lucky you. Wish my professor thinks like that too. But no, he told us he has to finish the lecture. I got soaked under the last drops of snow. Not that heavy, but you saw my jacket." I glance to my jacket.

Doyoung has hung it nicely beside his.

Upon remembering how I shivered and got drenched under snow just to have extra lesson to not disturb him, Doyoung feels soft and grateful. He's lucky to find himself a girl, as simple, loving, caring, cheerful, and cute like what he wished in his girl friend list.

She's not the type to fuzz over small things, thus they rarely fought. She doesn't get jealous easily, while Doyoung is especially jealous of Jaehyun (just him). We get along well because some times they can comfort one another in silence. We find peace in our quiet times, only exchanging small quick gazes, we laugh over the same jokes. Enjoy the same type of music and likes singing to it. And many more!

"Come, let's stay warm. I turned the heater on already before and it's starting to feel toasty. Let's stay under the warm covers." He leads me to our room and turns the lights out.

"The stove is off right?" I ask him while I charge my phone and do my night skin care routine.

"Uhum. I turned it off. Don't worry. Now quick! It's starting to feel so empty." He attempts aegyo and succeeds

"How cute," I jump to the bed and dive under the cover. He quickly pulls me by my waist and tangles his long legs over mine.

"Cold," He mimics me while snuggling deep into me.

"You want to be the little spoon tonight?" I chuckle. Doyoung always wants to be the big spoon, and yes he fits that better. My body fits perfectly in his.

"Nope, of course I will return to being the big spoon after this. You can't even wrap me completely with your petite figure." He leans in for a quick kiss.

"I'm tired. I need sleep." I yawn

"I can't sleep."

"Who told you to have coffee at this hour?" I stuck my tongue out.

"Just sleep. Tomorrow we have the whole day to fight." He giggles and brings me into his arms.

Doyoung plants a soft kiss on my forehead and plays with my hair.

He hums me a melodious lullaby and I drifted to dream land.

--

We dated for about two years already. I met him on my freshman year. Unlike the usual science geek gets attracted to another science geek, or a cheerleader who loves their team's football captain, or name any other expected couples! No. Doyoung is from another faculty plus he's a year older than me. He's majoring in arts and culture, while I'm pursuing my dream to become a doctor. How do we meet? We did not bump each other in the hallway, nor did he started as a bully and fell for me, no one set us up, and our first meeting happens to be a coincidence. Not an accident.

We were participating in the campus' annual athletic championship and both of us happen to be a team for the archery game. I'm one of the aces in archery and Doyoung is someone I never heard of during practices. He looks like someone who doesn't do sports. I'm surprised when my coach told me he will be my partner.

At first I almost gave up on the competition. From the first glance, I had a feeling he only participated here to attract the female students attention. He's cute and attractive. Don't get me wrong, I only judge him by his first look.

He's not like Baekhyun, my fellow doctor classmate who happens to be my best friend though he is loud af (I often question myself how I can keep up with him.) Doyoung is more of the cold and short-answers guy.

True enough, within 30 minutes of preparation and warming up. I only got his name and faculty. We never met before, we don't know how good our partner is, and my ego tells me to not practice here. I just feel like using all my potentials directly in the field. He seems relaxed and I, even though I won several competitions before, am feeling nervous. This is my first game and the whole school is rooting on us. The game is held between schools; today's match came from our top three rivals.

I touched my bow and closed my eyes, calming down myself on the waiting bench and anxiously bounced one of my leg.

"Nervous?" his voice suddenly enters my ear; a gentle low voice.

I jumped a bit from my daze and stop moving my legs. "No, it's just a bit loud here." I let out a weak reply. My sound's shaky though.

He patted my shoulder and gazed into the field, where the other players were aiming their arrows. "You'll do great. The field is always loud."

I tried to control my heart beat. What's this feeling? No. I should not fall for him this soon. I don't even know his class and I don't even know him for more than an hour.

We were called to enter the arena, I pull myself together and we walked side by side.

I turned to see the score board and smiled when I saw the scores our competitors earned.

Doyoung started first and as he took his stance, the whole audience gets even louder. I grimaced at the deafening sound but he doesn't seem bothered at all.

He launches his arrow neatly and hit the 8 points.

A good start I thought. The other teams started with a 6 or 7.

He finished his part perfectly with a ten twice in a row.

The game requires each member to shoot 5 times and combine the total point for 10 shoots.

Doyoung scored a total of 46. He bowed to the audiences and judges then switched place with me. He threw me a smile and nothing else.

I waited for the property team to pluck out the arrow and I prepared myself.

Let me show you who I am. Well, like I said I'm very good in archery. Not to brag but I caught everyone's attention and breath away when my first arrow hits the center point. I smiled satisfied and gain my confidence. The next four arrows all hit a 9 and 10. I won over Doyoung's 46 with a 49.

He seemed surprised, but his face showed no readable emotion. We won the game and I won his attention.

No we did not exchange number or emails, we both left one another just knowing each other's name and faculty. I even got the information that he's a year older than me from Baekhyun.

I skipped my archery routines during the final exam weeks. I spent most of my time in the library with my fellow striver. And after that sleepless and busy month, I return to the club.

That's when I met Doyoung for the second time. And that's where he got my phone number and my interest.

He brought me to lots of quick coffee dates and accompanies me in the library whenever I have exams tomorrow. He's also busy with his laptops. Typing in essays and presentations.Sharing the same hobby, liking the same style of music and dance, enjoying peace and quietness over loud atmosphere, helped us get along well.

After a good four months of knowing one another, he gets down on one knee and asks me if I'm interested to be his. He did this after we finish our archery routine

Well, I said "Only if my arrow hits the 10 points it'll be a yes."

He almost complains, but seeing how I'm enjoying my time teasing him, he reluctantly agreed.

I pull my arrow without much focus and doubt. I just launch it quick and I knew it'll be his happiest day.

He totally lost his cool. He screamed and jumped to me when the answer means yes.

I kind of regret knowing he can be this loud and so Baekhyun-like. But we'll see how this goes. That's what is in my mind.

On our first anniversary, I agreed to move in to his apartment. He said his room mate graduated and move out. So I started sharing the same roof with my boyfriend.

Things sometimes gets rough, but trust is our foundation, and through our trust we finish our little fights well and get all lovey-dovey in the next 1 hour.

Doyoung is always busy with his laptop. Be it typing an essay, editing videos, doing covers, and writing scripts. Well, he's in the main committee for our school's theatre club. Every three months they hold a small musical show, romance, comedy, or a classical play. I tried my best to come and support him whenever the musical takes place. There are one timewhen Doyoung returns to the apartment with several clothing that needs modification. I was watching my favorite TV show when he and one of his friend, Suho-if I'm not mistaken, brought two packs of costumes.

I remembered what happened that night.

"Hey you're back!" I stood from the sofa and rush to greet him.

He looks tired, but returns my hug with a kiss.

"What are those?" My curiosity can't wait any longer; I kneel on the floor and open the boxes. My eyes lighten up when I see the costumes.

"Are we playing dress up tonight?" I tease him a bit, and it successfully brought a smile to his face.

"Actually.. I have to make some modifications. We kind of went over the budget for this upcoming show. But it will be the best! I can feel it. We tried to cut down the costs, but ended up having to modify the clothes by our self." He explains.

"Oh! I thought you have a team for the costume department?"

"There used to be, but the last one graduated last year and the freshmen are not interested in entering the costume department. So, I asked around for help and no body is brave enough to take the responsibility." He huffs and slackens his shoulder.

I consoled him with a pat on his thigh, "Hey, it is hard being in the committee. It is also hard to take the responsibilities. But seeing that these babies are now in our house, you know what I'll do."

He smiles, "You sure?"

"Nah. I'm going to support you on the side. I thought you're the one responsible. Come on start! I can fetch you needles and thread." I grin

His face goes white and he's about to cry and faint right then and there, but I failed to hide my laughter and bursts laughing out loud

"Silly! You know I'll help you eventually. Besides there's nothing your girl friend can't do." I winked and stand up to fetch all of my sewing kit.

I return to a living room full of colorful costumes and Doyoung in the middle with his papers.

"Here are the designs. It'll be simple. We only add things and glue some gems here and there."

"We better start now. We still have Saturday and Sunday to finish and rest." I cheer him up and we both spend our night chatting and telling stories while our hand works nimbly.

"2 down! 6 more to go!" Doyoung screams joyfully when we finished the main characters garments.

"I will make sure to mention your name by the end of the credit."

"You don't have to. I like doing this. Besides my anatomy book is quite killing me, this sewing session calms me down."

--

Just as we thought our boat can sail a smooth journey, things got worse when my studies requires me more time learning and thus going back home late. Doyoung who frequently text me what I am doing and where am I, suddenly vanished. I no longer receive simple caring text from him. I think he sometimes did not realize I'm not homed yet.

I heard from my friends that Doyoung has been close with a younger girl from the arts faculty. I know he has the right to befriend anyone, same way where he allows me to be friend with other guys. But still, I lately feel I've been distance from him.

I forgot what it feels like to clean my mind from everything for a while and just relax in his embrace. I forgot how a simple dish can taste like a 5 star restaurant dish. I forgot what it's like to have a 2 am laundry session because we ran out of fresh clothes. While I am suffering from the big gap between us, he seems fine and happy. Heck he checks his phone every minutes and smile stupidly as his fingers dance over the keyboards. Gosh had he given me that smile in the last few months?

"Hey," he tapped on my back.

I glanced over my book and raised a brow.

"I need to go out for a while. I planned to go for a night out with the boys, want to join?" he asks me.. I think he dare offers me to join since he knew I'm studying for a test tomorrow.

"gosh.. out of all nights.. why does it have to be today." I sighed at my fate.

Doyoung seems a bit sad, well the night out is a routine he and his best friends held since freshmen and I've been joining every single one of it. Except today, the test tomorrow is a hard one and I badly have to pass this or I'll flunk my GPA.

"Is it okay if I go?" he feels bad asking me this.

"Can't you skip this one?" I pleaded

"Is that what you want?"

"Fine. You can go." My mood is ruined. Of course he will try to go his secret girl is there.

"You're not mad are you?"

"I'm not wasting my time for a useless argument. Just go. You're not even helping me with my studies. Have fun." I turn my body to face my book and heard him close the door.

He left.

He freaking left.

I close my book and silent sobs escaped my lips tears stream down my face.

Doyoung fucking left, He doesn't even hesitate to be by my side during this horrid night. Plus who goes to a night out with boys all dressed up?! I mean he usually wears his favorite blue sweater and cap. But tonight? He dressed up nicely. Even his hair is on point!

There's no use in studying anymore. My brain will not be able to stick anything. Instead I took my laundry basket which surprisingly is full and walk my way to the laundry room downstairs.

That's when I accidentally met Mark, who happens to bring his laundry in to.

"Mark?" I utter his name in a confused tone.

"Hey! Didn't see you there.. Where's Doyoung?" he asks while putting in his clothes and soaps.

"I thought you were having your night out. He told me he's leaving for the routine.. and I skipped this one to study for a test tomorrow." I explained while turning on the washing machine.

"Hey it's the third week of the month. Our night is on the fourth right... we're doing it next week and you must join!" Mark said in his astonishing voice.

"Oh.. Right. Then where is he?" I ask myself, but I think Mark heard me.

"Then where is he?"

"Don't know. Probably hanging out with somebody else, I happen to be busy lately and Doyoung seems to find some business to do too."

We talk and talk, Mark consoling me and telling me to look at the bright side: focusing for my test better.

We tell jokes and talk about the upcoming gathering, what we should do and others.

I return back to my room after I dried my clothes with a better mood. Laughing with Mark over some corny jokes really ease my stress. I come back right at the same time Doyoung hugs a girl good bye. He seems surprised seeing me doing the laundry by myself. Usually we go together.

"Oh, good evening eonni." She greets when I reach the front door.

I gave her a small nod. Dark round eyes, smooth long hair, petite figure, and a sweet voice! No wonder Doyoung enjoys his time with her.

"You are Doyoung's roommate?" she asks curiously.

I look at Doyoung, and he did not flinch nor reacts.

"Yes, she is my room mate. Now, please step aside so she can go in first, I'm sure those laundries are pretty heavy." Doyoung pulls the girl to step aside from the door and I enter the room. He closes the door and stayed outside with her.

I put my clothes in my room and walks to the kitchen. Actually I just want to see Doyoung again. After all, Mark told me maybe I've ignored him too long and I need to reach back to him.

After some minutes the door opens and Doyoung rushed inside with a small smile. He looks ashamed being caughtlying.

"Night out with the boys huh? I met mark earlier in the wash room."

Doyoung stares at his feet.

"It's next week babe. You miscounted. Anyways, she's an interesting girl. Who's she? You never told me... Right?" I ask him nicely. No, there's no reason for me to be angry. He's not cheating; he's only hanging out with a girl not the gang.

"I've mentioned her before, but you're too busy with your books. Sorry, she's my junior. She just moved from Japan and she needs a lot of helps. She called me earlier to accompany her to the library." Doyoung steps closer to me and reaches for my hands.

"It's not that I'm cheating on you.. I have to lie because.. I don't know.. I'm afraid you will think I cheated on you and your head will hurt then you won't study to the max and it'll hurt me if I see you cry while holding your grades. I will feel bad. Sorry for lying." He explains (ironically) sweetly.

My heart softens at his remarks. Even when most people cannot relate, I am really relieved and thankful for his explanation. Gosh the stress of these finals really impacts my mood and hormones. If I lose my temper earlier, I might blame him for something he did not do and this might end with a big fight.

I laugh and hug the man who has been my reason to smile. "Yak you should've told me the truth like now, that way we'll both feel good and have no doubt or silly ideas about one another."

"I'm sorry.. it's because Yuta is supposed to be the one taking care of her. He's from Japan, but he's sick for the whole week; thus leaving me in charge. Since the other guys can't speak Japanese."

"It's okay Doyoung. I get it. Don't make this a big deal. I'm fine. Besides I trust you. I trust you that you're not the silly type to play with fire behind my back. Also lately I ignored you so much.. I'll make it up to you." I snuggle into his embrace.

He tightens the hug, "Hell yeah, you forgot I exist for a good two weeks. You've been ignoring my words my texts; those are why I stop sending them fearing it'll disturb you and you even slept on the couch or table. Do you know how tiring it is for me to bring you to bed and tidy up everything?" He rants out while still hugging me tight.

"But you love me right. You love me for always falling asleep in the middle of learning... You love me for trusting you... you love me for my panic actions when things don't go as I planned and I love you for everything you do that suits me and understands me. Thank you babe."

"I like that you are the type to think rationally and not emotionally drive. Gosh I was afraid before that you might lose control and things ended. Oh such horror!"

"Lucky you. Now, I have to return to my desk and cramp everything." I pout as I let go the hug.

Doyoung pats my hair and shoulder then pushes me lightly to my room. "Let's go. I'll accompany you tonight. We'll sleep by 10. You need your 8 hours bed. No buts."

I smile knowing that tonight the gap is slowly disappearing and I know I have my sweetheart back and he gets his girl back.

Because in a relationship, you bicker, you fight, but mostly you trust, you forgive, and you move on with the blooming love.

[love101imagines]

Look after you

(sinan | imagine)

Request: Heyyy can I pls request an imagine for Sinan and the reader where maybe the reader lives in an abusive household and when they start dating he notices it and stands up for her ? Maybe he doesn’t let her go back to that house again ? From the prompt list no. 29 and 34. Btw I love all your writings💗 !!

prompts used: 29. Where did you get those bruises? 34. I’m used to it, don’t worry.

tag: @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname

trigger warning! : mention of abuse and bruises.

You walked into class, doing your best to ignore the stares from your fellow classmates and Miss Billy and made your way to your seat next to Eda. As you dropped your bag, you could already hear the whispers from the others and the longing stare coming from Sinan.

“You’re late again (Y/N), did you have something more entertaining to do to?” Miss Billy called you out, probably more curious about the dark purple bruise on your cheekbone that contrasted with the rest of your skin than the reason why you arrived late to her English class.

You shrugged. “Actually, yes I did.”

Your teacher rolled her eyes and carried on with the lesson. You didn’t want anything else but to lie down and sleep, but you knew better than to worry your friends and boyfriend and started taking notes.

“What happened to your face?” Kerem asked once you started writing down what was on the board.

You acted as normal as possible, not giving it much thought. “I tripped yesterday and fell down some stairs.”

Işik gasped. “That must have hurt so much, what are you doing here? You should be in the hospital.”

You sighed and gave her a small smile to show you were alright. “Işik, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal, It’s my fault because I’m clumsy.”

“It doesn’t look very well.” Osman pointed out.

“You have a scar on your nose too, right here.” Eda said touching the bridge of your nose slightly.

Even though she had a really touched it, you grimaced and moved your face away. “I already took some pills earlier, I said I’m fine.” You said smiling again to try to stop the conversation.

“Then why were you late?” Sinan asked and your expression faltered for a second once you locked eyes with him.

Instead of shrugging your shoulders, which would have been suspicious, you decided to tell the truth, or more like a part of it.

“My dad’s car didn’t work so I had to walk here.”

You forgot to add that your father found out that yesterday when he meant to go out to the market at night, and that when he found out he had taken it out with you and ordered you to go and buy some groceries. You did that, and also bought some painkillers.

You also forgot to mention that you had actually arrived late because you tried to put makeup on the bruise to hide it but ended up feeling worse than before, and you had to clean both your parents and your older brother’s room.

“You don’t have a second floor on your house.”

“What?”

“I said you don’t have a second floor on your house, how could you have tripped down some stairs?” Sinan continued.

You knew he was doing it because he was your boyfriend and he was concerned for you but you were too annoyed to care. “I fell when I went to visit my grandma after school and then I went to the hospital but they said I didn’t have anything wrong and that I could go home. Do you need something else or are you finished acting like a fucking doctor?” You snapped and blocked out what the others said even though they were silent and continued writing down your notes.

You didn’t go to school the next day and Sinan was worried. He waited for you at the gates but still, when you didn’t arrive, he decided to take matters in his own hands.

However, when he went to school the following day, he found you already in the hall talking to Eda with your hair wet from the rain and an umbrella next to you.

“Hi! Eda was just telling me you found out Burcu had a boyfriend. We should figure out what to do.” You greeted him with a smile as you heard a thunder outside.

“Why didn’t you come to school yesterday?” He asked as the three of you walked to the classroom. You were slower than usual, looking for something on your bag.

“Her grandmother is sick Sinan, don’t bother her so much.” Eda whispered to him after elbowing him in his ribs.

You caught up with them and Sinan pretended not having said anything as he watched you closely while you tied your jacket around your waist.

Once you were in music class after convincing Işik to help you get rid of Burcu’s boyfriend, you loosened your jacket in discomfort as breathing made the new bruises in your ribs hurt even more. Nevertheless, you felt uneasy as you were sure that Sinan was staring at everything you did while you sat in front of him with Eda and Işik.

When class finished, you moved slowly trying to hold your side as casual as possible as you looked at Tuncay from the window.

“He’s here to pick her up. How romantic!” Eda spoke up.

“I think it’s beautiful. We shouldn’t mess it up.” Işik argued.

You furrowed your brows, trying to tell if there was any swelling under your shirt. “He might be faking it. Maybe he wants to control everything she does.”

“You don’t understand it (Y/N), you should see what a beautiful gesture it is.” Işik said as you kept looking at the man standing under the rain.

You wanted to make another remark at her idea of beautiful but stopped once you felt the pain increase and you instinctively touched your left side with your fingertips and stopped talking.

“I’ll show you what’s beautiful.” Sinan replies taking off his tie.

You turned confused as he started to take off his jacket leaving him only in his black shirt. “Sinan?”

“What’s up?”

“What’s he doing?”

“Where are you going man?”

He didn’t answer and left the room. Before you knew it, you were seeing him outside in the pouring rain chatting with Tuncay.

“What’s he up to?” Kerem said.

“He’s going to freeze to death.” You replied frustrated making your way to the chair where he had left his jacket and to your bag where you had your sweater.

The others continued talking as you pulled your sweater over your head, suffering in silence since you weren’t able to do such a simple task without grimacing because of the pain.

You made your way downstairs when Sinan approached you soaking wet with a jacket which was also dripping. The others were watching Burcu leave with Tuncay as you opened your umbrella and handed him your jacket.

“Give me that and take this one.” He shook his head as he stood under your umbrella and held it himself higher. “Sinan, listen to me. I have a sweater and you’ll fell worse if you wear that.”

You pushed your jacket into his chest until he had no choice but to wear it as you held Tuncay’s jacket. Eda, Kerem, Işik and Osman lead the way to Sinan’s house as you two made your way behind them with his arm around your waist as you two were under your small umbrella.

“That was so dumb to do.” You said as you heard his teeth clatter because of the cold.

He only rolled his eyes. “They had to see that he’s an asshole and he doesn’t care about anyone else. I thought you believed the same.” He said after a while trying to get you to smile, squeezing your side lightly.

“Ow!”

You bit your lip harshly since he had squeezed directly, without knowing of course, on your bruised rib. You flinched slightly, which he noticed as well and changed his whole demeanor.

“Are you hurt?” He asked stopping abruptly while the others continued walking.

You were also shaking because of the cold, something that your sweater couldn’t help you with since it was made of very thin cloth.

“Of course not, what are you talking about?” You said hugging yourself moving out of his embrace.

“You just screamed and flinched and I barely touched you.” He spoke up making your friends’ head turn to you two once they noticed you had stopped walking.

You moved away and looked everywhere but him in annoyance. “That’s not true Sinan, you are too harsh sometimes and you are seeing things where they aren’t any.”

You kept walking until you were next to Osman and Kerem and didn’t look back at Sinan who stood confused with your umbrella.

Once you arrived at his house, he changed his clothes while you sat down on one of the chairs and leaned into the cushion.

“Which part don’t you get? He only gave him the jacket after she showed up.”

“But he gave it at the end, didn’t he? He’s a good person.”

“He should have done it sooner. When he did it at the end he only did it to impress Burcu.” You said taking off your soaking sweater with difficulty.

“Why don’t you look at (Y/N), Işik? She didn’t doubt to give Sinan her jacket and share her umbrella and now she’s freezing too.” Kerem said handing you your bag to leave your sweater inside.

“What a nice gesture to walk under the rain only wearing a sweater.” Sinan said sarcastically and you gave him a fake smile.

“You were wrong. I’m out” Işik answered holding her hands up. “Besides, I really don’t get why you did that, Sinan. And you are also being too mean to (Y/N) and she only...”

“Işik.” You quickly interrupted her.

You ignored the look he gave you and crossed your legs which were shivering. He took a gulp of his flask and even though you didn’t want to admit it, you were concerned for him.

“You two okay?” Eda asked.

You nodded taking you wet hair out of your face and he only scoffed.

“The guy’s anemic. He’ll drop dead any second.” Kerem replied.

“At least you don’t look that bad.” Osman said to you and you chuckled before feeling a sharp pain.

“You would feel better if you hadn’t given me your jacket.” Sinan said making you scowl.

“No one would notice if you died, you know? Except your girlfriend.” Eda commented as he stared at you. “What happens when you’re sick? Your mom’s not here and (Y/N) doesn’t live close. Who takes care of you?”

“Why? Do you get sick to get your mom’s attention?” He answered.

Işik stood up. “Sinan, I’ll make you two a soup.”

You refused immediately “I don’t need it.”

Sinan made his way over her and grabbed her arm to stop her. “No, I don’t want it either.”

“Why not? And you and (Y/N) need medicine too.”

“I said I don’t want it. Sit down.”

They continued to argue until Osman separated them and you opened your bag. “I have ibuprofen, here.” You said standing up and going to where he was.

“Why do you have that on your bag?” He insisted and you only sighed.

“Just take it Sinan, you are going to have a fever if you don’t. Do you want me to force it down your throat or not?”

After a few seconds he took it and relaxed a bit. “I’ll give you a clean sweater, you’re shaking.”

You two went to his bedroom where he started looking for a sweater on his cupboard. He handed you one which had a hole on one sleeve, not that you minded.

“Sorry it’s worn out.” He apologized once you put it on but you shrugged.

“It’s fine. It’s comfortable.” You replied and you two just stood there for a few seconds while you heard your friends’ voices outside.

“(Y/N), I...” He started as you pulled your still wet hair into a ponytail.

“I have to go, my parents wanted me to arrive early.” You said giving him a smile which didn’t reach your eyes.

“I’ll walk you home.” He offered even though you were quick to turn him down shaking your head.

“Thanks but my parents don’t know I have a boyfriend. If they see me with a boy they’ll freak out. I’ll take the bus. See you tomorrow.” You said quickly giving him a peek on the cheek before leaving him dumbfounded.

The following day you were prepared for the worst case scenario with an oversized coat, a scarf and a soup you and Işik had made. Sinan did the same he had done the day before, except this time Kemal did give him his jacket, proving that he was a better match for Burcu.

“You see the difference? Good seems bad. Bad seems good. The greatest treachery of this world. All those kind acts cover up the filth. Those you call rude are the truly good ones, and that’s why the good ones always lose against the bad ones. This world is so fucked up.” He said shivering more than the day before.

Sinan sat down on the couch next to you wearing the coat you had brought and immediately you covered him with a blanket.

“I made you a cup of tea.” You said as he holded you close to him. You smiled softly at him and held his hand under the blanket to give him warmth.

After Işik forced him to drink the soup you two made and you agreed to make sure Burcu left Tuncay, you friends left leaving you with your boyfriend.

You picked up the cushions and the bottles of beer left on the floor when Sinan stood up and stopped you.

“I can do it, it’s fine.”

“Sinan, I’m not the one who is with a cold. You should go to bed now.”

He pulled the blanket closer to him, taking the cup of tea you had made to the kitchen. As he left it on the sink, you dropped you head to his shoulder.

“Can I stay here tonight? My parents think I’m at a sleepover.” You asked quietly as you interlocked your fingers with his.

Sinan felt a blush on his cheeks, even though he did his best to hide it.

“Of course you can.”

You went to his room where he collapsed in his bed while you went to the bathroom and changed into some sweatpants when you noticed you were still wearing his sweater since that morning.

“I forgot to gave you back this, here.” You said at the end of his bed taking off his sweater leaving you with a white shirt.

It rolled up but you quickly covered yourself, trying to hide the bruises, but you knew that Sinan had seen them as he sat up in a moment.

“Where did you get those bruises?”

You stood speechless without moving as he got up and moved towards you. “What?” You asked walking backwards.

“I just saw them, who did that to you?” He said with a frown on his face.

You looked at the floor trying not to panick. “I walked into a table...”

“That’s a fucking lie.” He interrupted you as you went outside the room into the hall. “You always say it’s an accident but you’re lying. Did you punch yourself in the nose two weeks ago? Or what about that time you came to school with a busted lip because you had tripped? Or when...”

“Ow, stop a minute.” You said feeling a new sharp pain which made you stop what you were doing and hold your side pursuing your lips.

His anger disappeared and all you could see was his concern. “What’s wrong? Do you need anything?”

“Ice.” You answered closing your eyes sitting down on the bed.

Once you opened them, you saw Sinan handing you a beer covered in a towel. “It’s the closest I have.”

You nodded, and when you seemed recovered he sighed and leaned against the wall behind him. “Tell me the truth.”

You felt your hands shaking, but you did your best to stay calm and come clean. “They’re from home, we’re not having a good time. I’m used to it, don’t worry.”

That only seemed to anger him more. “You’re used to it? What are you talking about?”

“My mom did this.” You snapped looking at him. “She was angry that I had forgotten my jacket at your house and pushed me against our car’s door. Are you happy now?”

You didn’t wait for him to answer as you stood up and opened the beer he had given you.

“You need to report them.”

You almost dropped the beer in disbelief but knew that he was dead serious with the look he was giving you.

“You want me to report my whole family just because they had a shitty day and took it out with me?”

“Just because they had a shitty day? They are abusing you and you can’t even notice, how can you not see that?” Sinan said raising his voice as he tried to make you understand.

You shook your head and grabbed your bag. “I can leave my family, what I’m I supposed to do? Where I’m I going to leave? Sinan, forget I said anything. I’m going home.”

He stood in front of you blocking your way. You only rolled your eyes trying to push him but he wouldn’t move. “Move Sinan.”

“I’m not letting you go back there.”

“Sinan!”

“They’ll just continue doing this to you and nothing will happen to them.”

You sat down on his couch and held you head between your hands. “I don’t care, there are more good days than bad ones.”

There was only silence between the two of you as he grabbed your beer and drank what was left of it. You noticed he was still shaking and sighed.

“Sinan, we should go to a hospital.”

“And tell them that you broke your ribs.”

“I didn’t break them and it’s for you we should go.” You argued.

He refused and went to his room, you following.

“I’m not going unless you come too and tell them what your family has been doing to you.”

“I can’t do that.” You said sitting on his bed.

He grabbed a blanket and a pillow and gave you one last look. “I’ll sleep on the couch until you change your mind.”

You couldn’t sleep anything. As the first rays of sun came from the window, you walked over to where Sinan slept on the couch and brushed his hair out of his face. However, you noticed something was off.

“Sinan! Wake up, you’re burning up.” You shook him as he slowly woke up.

“What?” He asked rolling to his side.

“You have a fever, a bad one. I don’t know what to do. I told you to take the medicine.” You panicked but deep down you knew what to do. “We have to go to a hospital.”

“No.” He said harshly, droplets of sweat covering his forehead.

“Please Sinan, I’m begging you to go right now.” You said kneeling down next to him.

He only turned away from you. He was shivering too much and clutched the blanket as hard as possible, and the memories from last night came all of a sudden to you which made you act.

“Fine, I’ll go too. I’ll tell them about the bruises and my ribs and my parents and my brother and everything but please, come with me.”

He rubbed his eyes as his teeth clattered, watching your eyes which were filling with tears.

“Alright, let’s go.” He weakly replied.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder to keep him balanced. “This is all my fault, shit.”

He took a deep breath and started walking with you, making sure he didn’t touch you where you possibly had a broken rib. “It isn’t. This is the right thing to do.”

You two made your way to the closest hospital and went in direction of the ER. Once you reached a nurse, with the energy he had left he nudged you forward.

“You first.” He said and you nodded slowly trembling slightly.

That’s how you ended up sitting on a hospital stretcher with Sinan holding your hand and a nurse asking you questions.

“Honey, how did you do this? Do you play any sport?” She asked touching slightly with her fingertips the swollen skin.

You shook your head digging your nails into your palms as Sinan rubbed your back soothingly.

“Where are your parents? I need their signature to do an X-ray and see if you broke any ribs.” She asked kindly.

“I can sign it.” You answered.

“We need their approval if you have a rib fracture and your lung collapses or leads to bleeding in your chest. In that case, we’ll need to insert a tube into your chest to reinflate the lung or drain the blood.”

“(Y/N), you can do it.” Sinan told you.

You felt a tear slid down your cheek and you wiped it as you took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to cry into Sinan’s chest. “They did this.”

Next thing you knew, Sinan was out cold on the floor with doctors surrounding him to help and you were writing down your address and you aunt and grandmother’s number to let them know that they had to come to the hospital and that your parents and brother were going to be interrogated at the nearby police station.

“How is (Y/N)? I heard she is going to stay with her aunt who also lives here. She called me and said that the trial is in two weeks.” Işik asked Sinan as he ate the soup she had brought him.

He looked down the hall where his room was. “She’s still sleeping, I didn’t have the heart to wake her up.”

She smiled softly. “You did the right thing. And we should have noticed sooner.” He still didn’t seem convinced enough, so she sighed. “Sinan, it’s not your fault and it isn’t hers either.”

After she left, you woke up to see Sinan laying down next to you. You pressed your palm against his forehead and he smiled.

“They said I was better. How are you?”

You brushed his hair out of his face. He held your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “I’m better now. My aunt works a lot but she’s nice. She wants to meet you.”

“That’s old fashioned.” He replied.

You chuckled, and for the first time in the week, you didn’t feel any pain.

[kalypsichor]

fools on a hill [ george harrison x reader ]

summary: From childhood friends to fellow Beatles, George and you seem to have lived your whole lives under this tree. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Request: hii could u do like, a mini beatle!reader x geo imagine where theyre best friends since they were kids idkk i trust u warnings: time skips

i’m posting this in celebration of our beautiful George’s birthday part one! i suppose tomorrow is part two. we’ll never know. and i am so sorry dear anon, you asked for a mini imagine and my brain just ran with it.

masterlist

There’s a boy sitting under your tree.

Well, it doesn’t belong to you, exactly. But you’ve been eating lunch under it every day since the start of primary school— a big old sycamore tree atop a small hill, the perfect hideaway from your annoying classmates— for a whole week! So you definitely have some claim to it. Yes, you’re going to give him a piece of your mind. And that’s the plan you have in your head as you march up to him, tiny fist clenched around your lunchbox. That is, until he looks up and you see that he’s got something cupped in his hands.

“What's that?” you ask, your curiosity overtaking any anger you might have previously held towards the boy. He looks startled at the fact that you’ve just gone and plopped yourself right next to him with a complete disregard for personal space. His answer is hesitant and quiet, and you lean even closer to hear.

“Some kinda cricket. I think.”

He relaxes his grip just a smidge and sure enough, you can see something small and legged moving around. You nod your head, satisfied, and open your lunch. The two of you sit in silence, comfortable in the way that children are when they owe nothing to each other, you chomping down on the sandwich your mum packed and the boy just staring down at the bug. Sometime after you open your juice box, he opens his hands and lets the cricket hop away.

“What’d you do that for?” you startle. “You’re letting it get away!”

He looks at you from beneath his messy fringe and shrugs. “It doesn’t belong to me,” he says.

You both watch as it pauses some distance away, antenna quivering as though searching for something, before disappearing into the boundless sea of grass.

---

The familiar sight of George leaning against the tree quells your feelings somewhat, but your lip is still trembling by the time you’ve thrown yourself onto the grass next to him. He closes his book and sets it to the side, waiting for you to speak first. You stew in your anger for a little while before it spills out.

“Why are boys so stupid?”

“We’re not stupid,” George says defensively, but you plow on.

“I was trying to draw a picture in class and Tommy Wood kept on pulling on my hair and telling me it looked ugly and I told him to stop but he wouldn’t! and every time Miss Gordie would come around he sat very still and pretended to be working but the moment she left he’d just he’d start pulling on my braids again! He’s so stupid and I hate him.” You punctuate the last sentence with a particularly harsh yank at some blades of grass.

“My mum says boys tease girls if they like them.”

“But you don't tease me, Geo, and we like each other the most.”

He contemplates this for a while, brows furrowed. “I suppose you're right. He’s just an arse then.”

You giggle and sit up, leaning a head on his shoulder “You can't call him that! My mum says it’s a naughty word.”

“Well maybe I'm just a naughty boy,” he says, grinning wickedly. Before you can anticipate whatever evil deed he's planning, he’s already got his hands tickling your sides.

“No, stop it, noooo! Geo— you can’t— stOP!!!”

Your laughter rings across the open field and soon Tommy is all but forgotten, carried away on the summer breeze.

--

“D’you remember when we first met here?”

The tree looks so small. As kids, it seemed like the biggest thing, an enormous leafy umbrella that protected you and George against the world. Now, you have to duck to stand underneath its branches.

“No, actually, you’ll have to remind me,” you tease. He nudges you in the ribs and you dance away, laughing. “‘course I do, Geo. It was the best thing that ever happened to me!”

As you walk around the trunk, trailing your fingers across its familiar notches and grooves, George flops down. When you’ve come full circle, he’s already got his head tilted back against the tree and his eyes closed, basking in the sun. It’s a peaceful scene. He looks like he belongs there, like he hasn’t moved since that day in primary school.

You must’ve stood there for a long time watching him because George slowly opens an eye and smirks up at you all cat-like. Uncrossing his arms, he pats his legs.

“Why don’t you come down here, love? The view is better.”

You snort at his terrible flirting but oblige and settle into his lap, hands coming up naturally to link behind his neck. Your head finds his chest and for a while you allow yourself to relax there. Ear pressed against argyle sweater, the steady beat of his heart lulls you almost to sleep.

“You know, I thought you were a weirdo.”

The moment is shattered and you look up, bewildered. “What?”

“That first day! There I was, sitting by myself at recess and some girl comes along and starts botherin’ me!”

You smack his chest lightly in mock-anger. “I’m the weirdo? You’re the one that sat under my tree-- not to mention you were catching bugs while everyone else was playing on the swings and the like!”

George’s eyes narrow with a playfulness and he catches your wrists before they can thump him again. “Your tree? It didn’t have your name on it.”

“‘S not like you could fucking read.”

“Hm, well, maybe not. But it’s our tree now, isn’t it?”

You don’t know whether you want to smack him or snog him senseless. “You’re so cheesy,” you grumble, and when you close the distance between your lips he’s still smiling. It’s a kiss you’ve had a thousand times, but George still feels the thrill of it spark in his chest.

“Hey hey! Lovebirds goin’ at it, huh? Oh, Paul, hold me. Their love is too much!”

It’s John with his smirky meerkat face trotting up the hill to where the two of you are sat, Paul and Ringo trailing behind at a much more leisurely pace. George sighs and pulls away.

“Can I kill ‘im?”

A tempting thought. “No, we don’t need the fans thinking that two of the Beatles are dead. It’s bad press.”

You two are giggling before you know it, shaking in each other’s arms. John’s standing in front of the tree now, bent down awkwardly to fit under.

“What are you two laughin’ about?” he demands.

“Your nose,” George says. You laugh even harder.

“You’ve got some nerve—”

“Well, now you know what it’s like.”

That’s Ringo, who’s grinning good-naturedly with a hand to his face to block the sun. Paul comes up a few steps behind and restrains John before he can throw a fit. The familiar back and forth of the group fills you with a funny sort of warmth that buzzes ever so slightly in your chest. You turn and slide off of George’s lap to cuddle into his side.

“Should we get back soon?” Paul asks this with an air that suggests he doesn’t really want to. “Eppy will be havin’ an aneurysm when he finds out we’ve ditched another meeting.”

The air is warm and sweet with the smell of summer. It’s lethargic, sinking into everyone’s bones like molasses. No one wants to do anything and you can see it in your bandmates-- how John allows his glasses to almost slide off the slope of his nose before pushing them back up, the way Ringo fidgets restlessly with his rings. George traces lazy, looping patterns into your arm and you shuffle even closer into his embrace.

“I think we deserve a little break,” he says. His voice rumbles in his chest and you can feel the vibration through your spine.

“A few minutes can’t hurt.” And with that, Ringo throws himself onto the grass spread eagle, smiling adorably at his newfound plan. The others follow suit without complaint. What a funny sight you must have been to any passerby— the famous Beatles all sprawled out under a little sycamore tree.

Well, it wasn’t just any tree. It was the tree that had grown up with you, had watched as you ate lunches and told jokes and fell in love under its very branches. It didn’t belong to you or George or anyone else but itself. And for this brief moment on a lazy summer’s day, you two belonged to it.

[bnha-and-more-imagines]

Caught in the Rain [Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader]

Request: No

Trigger Warning: None

Word Count: 1,038

Just an idea that came to me after watching My Neighbor Totoro. Hope you enjoy!

It occurred to (Y/N), now that she was trapped under a tree with her sister, that maybe she should’ve packed an umbrella after all. 

Usually, (Y/N)’s mother would come and pick both her and her sister up from their schools as they lived a bit further away from U.A., but today she had to stay at work for a bit longer. The plan was that (Y/N) would walk to her younger sister’s elementary school to pick her up and the two of them would walk the thirty minutes to the bus stop that would take them home. But ten minutes into the walk, the rain came down on them, heavy and cold.

“Here, hop on my back. I’ll carry you until we find some shelter.” (Y/N) had told her little sister. She ran a bit until she found a tree big enough to provide some form of shelter for the two of them. And now here they were.

(Y/N) made a mental note to always have an umbrella on her no matter what.

Shinsou Hitoshi was on his way home a bit late after having a talk with Aizawa-sensei about being trained so that he’d be able to transfer classes. Aizawa-sensei had agreed to talk to the principal about it, so all he could do now was wait. He wanted to get stronger. To prove he could be a pro-hero too, despite what others had told him in the past. Even now he’d still hear a few students talk about how scary his quirk was.

The rain that fell on top of his umbrella rhythmically served to ease him from his thoughts. As he kept walking, a tree came into view and he paused at who was under it. Of course, how could he not notice her? He’d always notice her ever since the U.A. Sports Festival. Her quirk was amazing, and it was no wonder why she’d been put into class 1-A. After the Sports Festival, Shinsou would begin to notice her more and more around the school. (Y/N) wasn’t just strong, she was also equally kind to everybody that was in her presence, and he knew she’d make a great pro-hero in the future. At some point, even though he hadn’t been interested in friends. Shinsou had begun to hope she would show him that same kindness. 

He had no doubt she’d be kind to him as well. If he was more socially adept, he would’ve approached her sooner. But paranoia kept him from doing so. What if she thought he was trying to brainwash her? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had thought that of him. 

(Y/N) didn't seem to notice him yet, and it was then that Shinsou saw that she was holding the hand of a little girl. He assumed that it was her sister. It didn't take long to figure out what her predicament was. And before he could think his legs started moving towards them.

(Y/N) blinked in surprise as an umbrella was held out to her. She looked at who it belonged to and recognized him as the boy that nearly defeated Deku at the Sports Festival. She remembered finding his quirk amazing, but couldn’t recall his name.

“Here,” He said, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked at him in surprise and Shinsou scratched the back of his neck as a nervous habit.

“B-but, what about you?” She stammered out. Shinsou felt somewhat relieved that she spoke back to him.

“I don’t live too far from here. Besides, I think you two need it more than me.” He nodded towards her sister, who was hiding behind her leg and staring at him with wide eyes. (Y/N) then realized that he was right. She needed to get them both home and not risk her sister getting sick. She shyly took the umbrella from him, their fingers touching briefly.

“I’ll see you around then,” Shinsou started walking away from them as she stared after him in surprise.

“Thank you!” Her sister called after him, and (Y/N) realized she hadn’t even thanked him. She promised herself she’d do it the next day at school face to face. 

Once they’d made is to the bus safely, (Y/N) looked at the name on the umbrella 

Shinsou Hitoshi

The next day during break, (Y/N) made her way towards class 1-C with the umbrella in her hand. 

“Excuse me, do you know if Shinsou-san is in there?” She asked a student who was near the entrance of the classroom, talking to another classmate.

They both stared at her in surprise, “You’re looking for Shinsou-kun?”

“Yes, if he’s there” (Y/N) replied.

The two of them looked glanced at each other, “Yeah, uh, one sec.” And they both went into the classroom.

Shinsou was reading when two of his classmates all but ran to him, “Yo, Shinsou-kun, some girl from class 1-A is looking for you!” They said loudly. Which drew the attention of his other classmates. They looked at him and started muttering amongst themselves. 

“Does Shinsou-kun have a girlfriend?”

“No way!”

“That’s so not fair man”

Shinsou just ignored them and made his way towards the hallway, closing the door behind him so that his nosy classmates wouldn’t stare and spy on them. 

“Shinsou-san, right?” (Y/N) asked once he was outside.

“Ah, yeah.” He answered. (Y/N) smiled at him.

“Here, I never got to thank you for lending it to us yesterday.” She said and gave him back the umbrella. 

“It’s nothing,” Shinsou said, feeling awkward. She shook her head.

“Still, it was very kind of you. Thanks to you my sister and I made it home safely, there’s no doubt you’ll make a great pro-hero. So thank you.” She bowed. 

Shinsou’s eyes widened at her words and actions, and he rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s no problem.” He muttered

(Y/N) stopped bowing and smiled warmly at him, “I’ll talk to you later, then.” She waved at him and left him standing in the hallway dumbfounded.

Her words kept echoing in his head. They motivated him to become stronger, to keep pushing himself.

[tsuki-chibi]

Passionfruit (November) Day 10: Sincerity

Catch up on AO3: Passionfruit

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“We’re clear to attack!” Raincomprix shouted, gesturing at Stoneheart. Ladybug froze, her heart skipping a beat. Didn’t he care that Kim and Mylène were still up there?!

She rushed over to the officer. “Wait! You can’t attack them. It’ll only make it worse. And besides, our class - ah, there are innocent people up there! You might hit them!”

“Look, that creature is destroying the whole city!” Raincomprix snapped, shoving his baton into Ladybug’s face. “Something needs to be done to stop it, understood? I have a new plan, unlike you two!” He gestured rudely to her and Chat. “Move aside and let the pros do their thing. You’ve already failed once. How do we know you’re not going to make it worse?” Chat bristled, a prickly sensation in the back of Ladybug’s mind, as Raincomprix stormed over to a group of officers. Ladybug bit her lip and grabbed his hand to stop Chat from following; she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to give Raincomprix a piece of his mind, and that wasn’t what they needed right now. "Don't. He's not wrong," she whispered. "With all due respect, My Lady, you know that's not true. Everything I told you last night is still true. Don't forget that." Chat took her hand, lacing their fingers together. "We can do this. I'm right here with you, remember? Without us, they won't get anywhere. You know that. We're going to prove to them that that we can do this! Okay?" His sincerity warmed her heart. She didn't know why or how Chat had come to believe in her so much, but his conviction made her want to strive to be someone who was deserving of that. She smiled up at him. "Okay," she said, nodding. Suddenly, Stoneheart made a loud, coughing noise. Ladybug looked up automatically, just in time to see a bunch of butterflies being spit out of the akuma's mouth. Her stomach twisted in on itself at the sight of all those akumas. She knew Tikki had told her that she could purify one, but was it possible to purify them all? How was she supposed to do that? What if they infected people all over Paris and made multiple akumas and - "People of Paris, I am Hawkmoth," a voice intoned as the butterflies made the rough shape of a face. "Hawkmoth?" Chat repeated. "Ladybug, Chat Noir, give me the ladybug earrings and cat ring now. You have done enough damage to these innocent people! Save the people of Paris from any more heartbreak and destruction." 'Why that...' Chat thought furiously. 'How dare he?!' Ladybug thought, equally angry. She glanced around at the people surrounding them, realizing that many of them were now looking at her and Chat doubtfully. If they didn't act fast, everyone in Paris was going to think that she and Chat were the bad guys here. She stepped forward, forcing a cocky laugh. "Nice try, Hawkmoth. But everyone knows that you're the one responsible for all of this. You're the one who turned all those innocent people into villains! No matter how long it takes, Chat and I will find you!" She took a running leap, yanking her yoyo out. Just as Tikki had taught her, she shouted, "I free you from evil!" and threw her yoyo repeatedly. Butterfly after butterfly disappeared into her yoyo, until finally, exhausted but full of adrenaline, Ladybug landed on a beam on the tower - the same beam where she and Chat had stood last night, as a matter of fact. Chat believed in her already. She held that thought close to her heart as she turned to the crowd below and called out, "Chat and I swear that no matter who wants to harm Paris, we will do everything in our power to keep you safe. Ladybug and Chat Noir are the protectors of Paris!" She held her yoyo up and allowed all the butterflies to fly back out, realizing that they had changed from dark purple to white. So that was what Tikki meant by purified! 'Bugaboo, you're incredible,' Chat thought, sounding shocked, and it was accompanied by a powerful surge of warm affection that made Ladybug's knees weak and took her breath away. Stoneheart roared loudly and she snapped out of it. Now wasn't the time. She jumped down to join Chat and they conferred quickly, deciding on the right plan to take. Ladybug called out for her Lucky Charm, which came to her in the form of a parachute. She scanned the surrounding areas, brain working furiously to figure out how to use it, and gave a victorious smile when she realized what they had to do. Her plan worked; she rescued Mylène and Kim while Chat took care of Ivan. When all three of their classmates were standing safely back on the ground, Ladybug turned back to the escaping butterfly. It was very satisfying to throw her yoyo out and catch the akuma that had been causing so many problems. Ladybug caught her yoyo, holding it in the palm of her hand, and sighed in relief. Finally, she would be able to fix things. "Bye-bye, little butterfly. Don't cause any more damage, okay?" she whispered, drawing her finger over the back of her yoyo. The white butterfly fluttered out, gliding away into the sky. "Here you go, My Lady," Chat said, walking over to her. He handed her the Lucky Charm. Ladybug took it, hesitating, until Chat caught her eye and winked. She smiled back. "Miraculous Ladybug!" she shouted, throwing it into the sky. Both gasped in awe as the Lucky Charm exploded into several streams of red ladybugs that raced around the city, repairing damage before their very eyes. Even the Eiffel Tower returned to normal. The red ladybugs swirled over her and Chat, and Ladybug felt the ache of bruises, scrapes and strains miraculously disappear. Chat's eyes were wide with wonder as he patted his stomach, where he'd received a blow from one of Stoneheart's minions. The spot, Ladybug could tell, no longer hurt at all. "That was... holy shit!" Chat exclaimed. "I can't believe it. Tikki was right." Ladybug could've cried with relief. "I fixed it!" He grinned at her. "I knew you could do it." "Chat..." She gazed into his eyes... until she noticed that Kim, Ivan, and Mylène were still standing nearby. Oops. "You know, Ivan couldn't help what happened to him," Chat said to Kim. Kim winced. "Yeah, uh, I'm starting to get that. I'm sorry for teasing you," he said awkwardly to Ivan. "For, uh, both times." He glanced at Mylène. "I think you two have some talking to do," Ladybug said. "Maybe you can read the lyrics to the note Ivan wrote for you." She gave the page to Mylène, who teared up as she read it. Ladybug couldn't help smiling as Mylène hugged Ivan, who looked like he had died and gone to heaven. Ladybug's miraculous beeped, and she raised a hand to her earring as she remembered what Tikki had said. The beeping meant that she had to leave. Chat's ring started to beep at the same moment. They shared a look and, by mutual agreement, jumped away from the fight. It was just in time, too. The police were converging in on Kim, Ivan and Mylène. Ladybug landed on a nearby building and watched as Officer Raincomprix started asking Ivan questions. She really hoped that he wouldn't give Ivan too hard of a time. "We did a great job," Chat said from behind her. "We really did," Ladybug agreed, holding her fist up. "Bien joué!" they chorused, bumping knuckles. "I have to go," Chat said regretfully, letting his hand fall. "Father's gonna be pissed off enough as it is." "Oh, okay. I was hoping we could talk," Ladybug said shyly. He blushed slightly, because of course he knew what she wanted to talk about. "How about after school tomorrow? I suspect Father is going to really keep me under wraps tonight. I don't even know if I'll be able to video chat, much less sneak out." "Tomorrow," she agreed. "Bye... Adrien." "Bye, Marinette," he whispered, holding eye contact with her until the last possible moment. Ladybug went home, celebrated their win with Tikki over chocolate chip cookies, and got to spend supper with her parents while listening to them praise the efforts of Ladybug and Chat Noir. She went to bed feeling excited and proud and woke up content in the realization that she and Chat could actually do this. Adrien joined them in school that morning with the permission of his father. Marinette couldn't believe it, and neither could Adrien. The glow of his happiness carried them both through the morning. Even the fact that Adrien had to go right home at lunch, and couldn't stick around to eat with her and Alya, couldn't put a dent in how happy he was. But it wasn't until after school that they got the chance to talk. Marinette was waiting for him out on the front steps. It was raining, so she stood beneath the shelter of the school. Adrien came out after a minute, holding his umbrella. He opened it up and held it over her head, even though they were both protected from the rain where they stood. The symbolism of that wasn't lost on Marinette. Her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it. She wondered if Adrien could hear it too. He laughed quietly and thought, 'I can hear something... but I think it's my heart, not yours. This has been a crazy couple of days.' 'It really has,' Marinette thought, wishing they could speak out loud - but their kwamis were nearby. 'Hey, Adrien? Thank you for all your encouragement. Without you, I never would've been able to do what I did yesterday.' 'Nah,' Adrien thought. 'Marinette, you're incredible. You always have been. I have no doubt that you would've been able to kick Hawkmoth's butt even if you were all by yourself.' 'You're wrong. I needed you. Ladybug will always need her Chat Noir," Marinette thought back. She turned to face him at last, feeling both nervous and hopeful. When you were soulmates, and your bond was completely open like theirs was, there was really no such thing as secrets. She knew how Adrien was feeling. It matched the way she was feeling. And she knew that he knew it too. The only question was, what did they want to do about it? Adrien met her gaze and thought, 'Well, Chat Noir will be happy to stay with Ladybug for as long as it takes.' "And Adrien?" Marinette said out loud. "Adrien... ha." Adrien smiled. "Adrien thinks that he's standing next to a really amazing girl. You're my best friend, Mari. You've made this the best summer of my life." Her heart fluttered. She blushed. "It was the best summer for me too," she whispered. Adrien bit his lip. Then, slowly, he said, "Marinette? I think... I think I like you." It was the same feeling from yesterday. Marinette breathed out shakily, smiled, and whispered, "I like you too." His smile stretched from ear to ear and made his whole face light up, green eyes sparkling. The tender affection flowing between them washed back and forth and made Marinette feel like she was floating on air. How wonderful it was to have a soulmate, a partner, who was strong and courageous and sweet, and who looked at her as though she was the sum of his whole world.

"That's because you are," Adrien said, flushing as he held his umbrella out. He didn't want her to get wet on her walk home, whereas his bodyguard was waiting for him a few feet. The explanation slipped effortlessly between them.

She wrapped her fingers around his but didn't take the umbrella just yet, blushing harder. "Flatterer."

"You know it." He winked at her. "Video chat tonight?"

"Absolutely." Marinette finally took the umbrella but didn't move away. She stepped closer and slowly went up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Adrien sucked in a startled breath.

The umbrella snapped shut over their heads.

Adrien burst out laughing. Marinette couldn't help but laugh too. She carefully pushed it open again and Adrien ducked out from underneath it, crinkling his fingers in a fond wave. She waved back and watched as he walked over to his bodyguard's car. Was it her imagination that a little blur of black popped out next to Adrien's shoulder as he went? She didn't think so.

"Who was that?" Tikki demanded, bursting out of Marinette's purse.

"That's Adrien," Marinette said with a dreamy sigh. "He's my friend..."

"You mean your boyfriend?" Tikki said with a little giggle.

Marinette blushed harder than she had all day. "Uh - that is - I don't - maybe?" she squeaked.

'Yes,' Adrien said in her mind, shy but sure.

"Maybe?" Tikki repeated mischievously.

"Yes," Marinette corrected, and smiled.

[forgeandgredimagines]

An Unexpected Detour『Bakugou Katsuki x Reader』

A/N: Eh, I'm not really sure how to feel about this? I kinda like it and I kinda don't. Maybe it's just sleep deprivation (it's almost 3am right now) I'm sorry for not being active lately, school was super stressful but now it's summer vacation and I'll be able to update more often! I'm also thinking of writing for Haikyuu, what do you guys think? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this oneshot! 💕💗 

Warnings: A lot of swearing, it is Bakugou after all 

Word Count: +3000

Bakugou never really paid attention to you.

As far as he was concerned you were just some extra that was simply in his way but if that was really the case why were you always popping up in his head?

It all started during Bakugou's regular commute home from school.

It was normal to see some classmates on the way home but as he got closer to his usual stop he'd usually be the only UA student on the train, granted he and Midoriya have the same stop but they made a silent agreement during the first few weeks of school to just avoid each other on the way home.

Then he saw you, he first noticed your uniform realizing it was a UA uniform then he studied your face vaguely remembering you from class, he never bothered to learn your, or anybody else's, name.

He tensed, he knew how loud and extroverted you were, he had to put up with you and the others everyday during classes, he didn't need to put up with you during his commute home as well.

He sunk low on his seat and prayed that you wouldn't notice him.

Thankfully you hadn't, for the next few weeks it went on like that, you'd go home like normal unaware of Bakugou's presence nearby.

Then he just had to forget his umbrella.

"Shit." Bakugou grumbled.

He rummaged through his bag for the third time now but it was useless, he had forgotten it at home just when it started raining cats and dogs.

He stood glumly by the entrance of the school under the safety of the roof contemplating his choices.

He could go look for an umbrella in the lost and found box or just bear the cold and run to the train station.

He groaned out loud. This was such a shitty day.

"Bakugou?"

He recognized your voice, he looked over his shoulder and saw you standing there staring curiously at him, he still never got your name.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Why is that any of your fucking business?" He snarled turning away from you and glaring at the sky

You seemed to have noticed his problem at that moment.

"Let's share an umbrella." You offered, Bakugou growled and turned to aim his glare at you. "And why should we do that?"

"Well, I'm guessing you don't have one right now unless you just stand here grumbling to yourself everyday."

"I don't need your help." You pursed your lips but shrugged at the blonde and walked past him, your large umbrella open over your head already.

"Suit yourself, see you tomorrow, Bakugou. Enjoy the rain." You waved back at him and met his fierce glare. You threw him a small smile for extra measure.

You walked down the UA gates for a few minutes before loud footsteps suddenly followed after you.

A soaking Bakugou was suddenly at your side, you stifled a giggle upon seeing him.

His was soaked down to his underpants and his hair was dripping wet, he look absolutely livid. Despite this you couldn't help but think he looked kind of cute in this state.

"What are you laughing at?" He growled, your giggling instantly stopped and you fought a smile from forming on your face.

"Nothing, nothing."

You two made it to the train station in a few minutes, you could see that Bakugou wasn't the only one who forgot their umbrella today.

"Where's your stop?" You asked the blonde, he narrowed his eyes menacingly "None of your business."

"Hmph," You crossed your arms "Suit yourself, it isn't like I won't find out soon enough anyways."

And at that the train soon arrived at the station, you and Bakugou fought your way through the tight bustle of commuters into the train, there were always so many people on the train at this hour.

You finally found a spot in the train that wasn't so crowded, you sighed in relief and turned behind you to find the blonde that you thought was following behind you gone.

"Bakugou?" You called out, you looked through the crowd of commuters looking for him but it was hopeless, he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

You pursed your lips in annoyance, not even a thank you? You thought.

As time went by you slowly got closer to your stop, people came and went in the train and you just assumed that Bakugou was amongst the crowds of people that left the train during the last stops until you spotted him.

It was during that few seconds that the train was slightly empty in between the time people left the train and when people entered it, he was sitting low on the seat still noticeably wet but drier than before. Not to mention the space beside him was empty.

You knew the risk of getting your face blown up was high but you saw the opportunity and took it.

"Thought I'd never see you again, Blasty." You said as you plopped down next to the blonde. He recoiled slightly and glared at you.

"Get the fuck away from me." He snarled causing a mother a few seats across from them gasp loudly and cover her child's ear, Bakugou took no notice to this.

"Oh shush," You scolded "There are kids nearby." He didn't seem to care because after that he started telling you (very loudly) why you were a flaming piece of shit.

You didn't know why you felt so compelled to befriend Bakugou. He was rude, temperamental and kind of an asshole but you could see underneath all of that that he was a good guy.

He also did not have many friends which is appalling to you because nobody deserves to be alone.

Despite his initial reaction you stayed put on your seat and as much as he didn't want to sit with you he was still tired and sore from earlier's training and didn't want to sacrifice his seat and spend the rest of the ride home standing.

He did not want you to find out that you two lived in the same area, you'd insist on walking to and from school with him everyday and he'd have to put up with you every single goddamn day.

You spent the majority of the train having a one-sided conversation with Bakugou, you'd go on and on and on and he'd remain silent glaring silently at the his knees, you didn't know if he was listening but you didn't really care much anymore.

Soon the train slowly skid to a stop and a female voice from the speakers announced that you had arrived at your stop.

"Well, this is my stop." You announced and stood up, you turned to Bakugou and waved "See you tomorrow!"

You exited the train amongst the crowd of people leaving the train. Then you realized you had forgotten your umbrella.

You whipped your head back to the train and found it zooming away. You groaned and smacked yourself on the head for being so stupid, you must have left it on your seat with Bakugou.

Well at least he wasn't going to spend the rest of his commute home soaking wet, unlike me.

You stared out of the station and at the pouring rain and sighed accepting your fate.

"Oi."

It couldn't be.

You whipped your head around and saw Bakugou, he was still glaring at you but he was holding out your umbrella.

"You forgot this, idiot."

"You didn't have to return it to me! How are you getting home? You're going to have to wait for the next train and-" Then it dawned on you "Ah, I'm stupid."

"You really are."

"How come you never told me we lived in the same area?" You asked perplexed, he clicked his tongue in annoyance "Because I don't have to tell you fuckin' everything."

"So, where do you live?" You asked, you and Bakugou were standing under your umbrella again just outside the station waiting to cross the street.

"Why should I tell you that?" Bakugou asked, looking down at you. "Well, I suppose you can continue the rest of your commute umbrella-less."

Bakugou sighed, closed his eyes and mumbled his address. The stoplight turned red.

"That's not far from here." You commented, crossing the street alongside the blonde. "I live closer to the station though."

"I'll head home first and just lend you my umbrella." You concluded grinning up at Bakugou "Just return it to me tomorrow!"

Bakugou grunted in response.

In a few minutes you were finally at the gate of your house "Well, here we are." You said as you swung the gate open. You held out your umbrella to Bakugou. "Bye, Blasty."

"Don't call me Blasty, asshat."

"Whatever you say Blasty."

"Let's walk home together!"

"Fuck no."

"Oh, come on Bakugou!" You whined elongating the last syllable of his name. "It isn't as if we won't be together on the way home anyway."

"Like I said earlier, fuck no."

He then found himself on the train home with you by his side once again. And again. And again. And again.

He didn't know how how you were able to rope him into this torture everyday. At first he tried his best to avoid you during his commute home but you somehow always managed to find him.

After the dozenth time this happened, many yelling and screaming from both parties and a lot of commuters terrified by the two of you, Bakugou decided not to fight it anymore and just accept that you weren't going to quit it.

The two of you always followed the same routine. Once the bell rang you two would leave class like normal going your separate ways, you'd be with your friends and Bakugou with his but you two would always meet up at the front gates of the school at the same time and head home.

You'd do most of the talking, even though Bakugou wouldn't contribute much to the conversation you'd always ramble without end. You two didn't seem to mind this arrangement at all though.

Now Bakugou never expected to find himself being in this arrangement with you, much less becoming friends with you, even though he'd never admit it, so imagine his surprise when he realized he started gaining feelings for you.

Bakugou had always been a planner, he'd planned his whole life out at the age of 7 but he never planned for this.

He always thought that he'd always stay solely focused on becoming a hero and not bother making friends. Bakugou was cursing at himself for being so stupid.

Bakugou pondered whether he should just stop walking home together with you, he supposed taking some time away from you could give him time to sort out his feelings. He scrapped this idea almost immediately though. You'd come running to him immediately demanding whether you were mad at him and demand an explanation.

Knowing how stubborn you were he knew he couldn't just push you away.

He decided to just pretend everything was normal. Just pretend like his heart didn't skip a beat every time you smiled at him.

"What the fuck was that?" Bakugou asked cutting you off mid sentence.

You grew sheepish and smiled nervously at him "It was my stomach, haha."

"I forgot my wallet at home today so I didn't have lunch earlier, I am so hungry."

Once the train reached your stop and you left the station, Bakugou grabbed your elbow.

"We're going this way."

You blinked confusedly at him. You pointed the other direction "But home's that way."

"Just fuckin' come with me, god."

You didn't know where he was taking you but you followed him nonetheless, you trusted him.

You two walked for few minutes before stopping by a small ramen shop.

You and Bakugou sat on a pair of stools closest to the door and waited for someone to take your order.

"This place is cute," You commented looking around "Do you come here often?"

"He does." The chef in the kitchen across from you and Bakugou answered. "He comes here at least once a week but it's the first time he's brought someone with him."

The chef threw Bakugou a knowing look, making the blonde scowl. "Who knew you had it in you, Katsuki?" He turned to you "So when'd you two start dating?"

You almost choked on air, you couldn't seem to form coherent words. Bakugou on the other hand had a lot to say.

The chef seemed completely unfazed by Bakugou's outburst but he did seem disappointed upon finding out you and Bakugou were not together.

"Shame, you two would have made a cute couple." He said causing you to turn pink. "So, what would you like to have today?"

The chef handed you and Bakugou each a bowl of hot steamy ramen, Bakugou's was much spicier than yours though. As you two ate the chef told you many stories about Bakugou when he was younger, much to his anger and embarrassment.

He told you a whole number of stories about Bakugou in his elementary and middle school days, the trouble he'd get into and the tales he'd tell about how he would become the number one hero. You spent the whole time laughing and smiling and as much as Bakugou hated that you were laughing at his expense he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach fluttering as he watched you.

After many bowls of ramen, you and Bakugou left the ramen shop with your uniforms feeling tighter than it did a few hours prior. You were sure to visit the shop again next time.

"He were super nice and the food was great!" You exclaimed grinning toothily at Bakugou "We should go there together again."

"Tch, why do I have to come?" Bakugou grumbled avoiding your gaze "Like I'd want to spend any more time seeing your ugly ass."

You playfully smacked the blonde, more than used to his usual jabs and outbursts.

"I don't really feel like going home yet." You sighed staring up at the darkening sky, the sun was slowly setting.

"What do you want to do then?" You were surprised by Bakugou's response, you expected him to flip you off, tell you he didn't care and go home. You shrugged.

"I dunno," You suddenly had an idea pop in your head and you grabbed Bakugou and dragged him along a familiar route.

"Where are you fuckin' taking me?" Bakugou barked "You'll see!"

Soon you two stopped by an entrance of a small park, not many people knew about this place, you had stumbled upon it when you were younger and it became your favorite place to go to.

The sun was long gone and the stars were finally shining, the timing was perfect.

You two entered the park and you dragged Bakugou to your special spot, he still didn't know what was so special about this place, he was about to complain again before he saw it.

The park was dark, there weren't any street lights and the great number of trees surrounding the pond in front of them was obstructing the city lights. As Bakugou's eyes grew accustomed to the dark he suddenly noticed hundreds of dancing lights around the pond.

"Isn't it pretty?" You exclaimed. "Fireflies aren't very common here in urban areas, they need clean water and a lot of nature to live and breed so I guess this place was perfect for them."

You sat down by the edge of the pond and laid down on the soft grass staring at the fireflies above you. Bakugou followed suit, he didn't show it but he was mesmerized by the insects, he'd never seen them in real life before.

"I thought it was fair that I showed you one of my special spots," You said breaking the silence "You showed me one of yours after all."

"I found this place when I was in grade school." You started "I'd always come here when I wanted to be alone, when I was sad or just needed somewhere to think."

Bakugou remained uncharacteristicly silent staring at you as you spoke, as much as he found the fireflies beautiful, they weren't as beautiful as you. Compared to you they were measly flies.

"Now that I think of it, you're actually the first person I've ever brought here!"

Bakugou couldn't help but feel a bit of pride swell in him. You trusted him and deemed him special enough to bring him here.

Silence fell again but it wasn't awkward or tense silence, it was comfortable and relaxing silence which was only broken when you stared shivering.

You rubbed your hands and breath into them, you were obviously cold but you weren't saying anything. Bakugou scoffed and threw his blazer at you.

"Put it on."

"Are you sure-"

"Just put it on."

"How cliche." You mumbled, putting it on. "Thanks."

The silence fell once again but when Bakugou turned to look at you he found you staring right back at him.

"What?"

"It's just," You turned to look up at the sky again. "You're different from what I first thought."

Bakugou raised an eyebrow.

"At first I thought were just some mean, jerk and asshole who only cared about himself and stuff but as time went by I can see that that isn't entirely true anymore."

"You can be an asshole and a jerk at times but you're a really really good guy underneath." You finished. You cheeks were warm, you wondered whether you were just making a fool of yourself.

Bakugou didn't know how to respond. Nobody's ever said that about him before. "I--erm--thanks."

"Well, here we are." You announced just as you did the first tome Bakugou walked you home.

You removed Bakugou's blazer and handed it to him. "I--uhm--thanks, thanks for tonight and everything."

You swung the gate open and went to head inside before stopping in your tracks.

You ran back outside and grabbed Bakugou by the tie and pulled him into a kiss. You didn't know what went over you but it felt like it was the right thing to do.

Much to your surprise he kissed you back.

Once you two separated, your cheeks were as red as tomatoes and your breaths was ragged.

"I'll-I'll see you tomorrow." You breath out.

"Yeah." He managed to say. He was still pretty speechless and it took him a few seconds to fully comprehend what just happened.

Bakugou head back home, a small uncharacteristic smile on his face.