#my room and bathroom have never shined brighter lol

[steelthroat]

*me putting my Transformers figures on a shelf after tidying up* "Optimus and Megatron go together obviously"

My dad jokingly: "Heh, are they friends?"

Me: "In the Ancient-Greek sense of the word yes"

[t0wnspersonb]

Merry Christmas (Miya Atsumu x Reader)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: SMUT, oral (female receiving), bad language, my shit writing, falling further in love with Miya Atsumu

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, and you and your boyfriend had planned on exchanging gifts only for hours to go by and there’s still no sign of him. Atsumu feels incredibly guilty for being late, but he makes up for that lateness in a different way.

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Christmas came early ya’ll! I hope you like this one! I also hope that I was able to capture Atsumu’s personality and dialect accurately lol. This was a lot of fun to write and I apologize for any mistakes lol. I just really wanted to get this one out before I start getting busy with work and getting everything ready for Christmas. 

As always, let me know what you think!:)

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Shit. Atsumu knew that he fucked up. He was supposed to be at the spot hours ago. He was just too caught up in practice that time had slipped by. 

 One more set, was his mindset each time, long after the rest of the team had wanted to call it quits for the day. 

 If it wasn’t for Osamu yelling at him that Y/n had been waiting, he would still be in the gym.

 Fuck, he felt like the worst boyfriend on the planet. Having practice on Christmas Eve was one thing but forgetting about meeting up with his cute girlfriend was another. And it was fucking freezing outside, the snow heavily falling from the gray sky.

 He felt even worse knowing that the spot you guys always met up at was outside, a quiet little area nestled deep in the park you guys passed by on your way home.

 You hadn’t stayed right? Surely you would have gone home by now. 

 There was no way that you would have stayed in this weather. Regardless, Atsumu ran faster than he’s ever ran in practice. 

 There was no way…. 

 Guilt ate at his heart the minute his eyes found your figure.

 You were hunched over on the bench, cupping your glove covered hands against your mouth, attempting to blow hot air into your freezing fingers.

 Snow covered your bundled-up body, clung to your delicate lashes and hair that peaked out from under your beanie. Beside you sat a decorative bag, pristine and clearly a gift that was supposed to be given to him. 

 Atsumu didn’t think he deserved his Christmas present at this point. 

 “Y/n!” He called out, finally jogging the rest of the way until he was right in front of you, visible puffs of air escaping his lips as he tried to catch his breath. “M’sorry, I lost track of time. Ya must be freezin’... why didn’t you go to my house? Ya know that Samu is home right –”

 “Atsumu!” 

 His eyes widened as you sprang up, eyes wide and bright. A sweet smile stretched across your lips as you gazed up at him. 

 There was no sight of annoyance or sadness in your face. Something that he had expected to happen.

 But the way you were looking at him, and the way that your full cheeks and the tip of your nose was incredibly rosy and begging to be smothered in his kisses, well, he had never seen such a beautiful sight before.

 “Merry Christmas.” You breathed out, wide eyes twinkling in happiness.

 Atsumu’s face softened, his large hands reaching to cup your face. He felt a harder tug of guilt in his heart at the way you sighed and closed your eyes in content at the warmth his hands provided. 

 He didn’t deserve such a kind and sweet-hearted girl like yourself; especially when he did things like today.

 He didn’t even have your gift, it was still at his house, waiting to be picked up hours ago after he had gotten home from practice.

 “Yeah. Merry Christmas.” He murmured before pressing his hot lips to your cold ones. 

 You sighed softly, melting into his much larger body. The heat that he supplied felt incredible against your body. 

 Atsumu moved his lips tenderly against your own, hating how your usually soft and warm lips were slightly chapped and incredibly cold. 

 But the butterflies were still there, the familiar feeling of your body pressing into his was still there, and all he could think about was warming you up. 

 A kiss like this was a step in the right direction for that. 

 The longer he kissed you though, the colder you would still get. He realized that when he felt you shiver softly against him. 

 Reluctantly he pulled away, his large hands still holding your face in between warm palms. 

 “Yer an idiot.” He chuckled lightly as a soft pout formed on your lips.

 “I was waiting for you.” You pouted.

 “I know. Ya should’ve just gone home though. Look at ya.” He frowned, carefully unraveling the scarf around his neck, and wrapping it around yours. 

 He watched with gentle eyes as you shivered at the newly added warmth before you snuggled your chin deeper into the scarf, inhaling his familiar scent.

 “What about you?” You asked, voice slightly muffled from the fabric.

 “M’fine. The house is close by anyway. Let’s get ya into something warmer yeah?” He said reaching for your hand. 

 “You haven’t opened your gift yet!” You exclaimed, grabbing the bag.

 “I’ll open it at home. Come on, I don’t want ya out here in the cold any longer, yer gonna get sick.” He frowned and started tugging you on the path back home.

 The walk home was filled with laughter and conversation as you guys talked about his practice. There was still no sign of any irritation about him being late; and Atsumu still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had just a sweet girlfriend, he truly didn’t deserve your forgiveness or love. But he was just as greedy with you as he was when it came to volleyball.

 “Stupid.” Osamu sighed, watching from the doorway as you guys removed your shoes, Atsumu was tugging at the layers on your body now that they were soaking wet from the change in temperature. He definitely didn’t want you getting sick. 

 “Shut up!” Atsumu snapped, shooting his brother a glare; ignoring the whines of protest as he hastily yanked your outer layers off. 

 “Ya owe me some pudding for saving yer ass again. I’m sure he’d still be at practice if I hadn’t called him.” Osamu said pointedly.

 You giggled at the irritated expression on Atsumu’s face. The banter between the twins was definitely a lot better now that they were older, but it was still there.

 Atsumu clicked his tongue in annoyance, watching as his twin left his house; waving goodbye and promising that he would see them later tonight at their parents’ house.

 “So damn annoying.” Atsumu muttered under his breath before his attention was turned back to you. 

 Despite the warm temperature in the house, you were shivering. 

 “Wanna take a bath?” Atsumu asked, but he was already tugging you towards the bathroom. He still needed to shower too, and if he got it to do it with you, that was even better.

 Steam filled the room as the both of you undressed. Atsumu’s greedy eyes trailing down your body, appreciating the beauty in your nakedness. 

 “Don’t look.” You huffed, arms wrapping around your exposed body. 

 Atsumu chuckled, teasingly tugging at the strand of hair that started curling around your collarbone.

 “I’ve seen ya naked plenty of times baby. Why are you so shy now?”

 Atsumu chuckled again as he watched red bleed into your cheeks; the embarrassed, pouty look on your face was entirely adorable.

 Instead of commenting, and risking getting hit, Atsumu simply grabbed your much smaller hand and tugged you towards the spray of the shower. 

 “Sorry.” He murmured softly, watching as a deep shudder tore through your body at the heat of the water. You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut as you let the water run down your head and face, soaking you completely.

 He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. He couldn’t voice it enough, couldn’t even remotely convey how he felt about you. He’s said it before, but he never understood why someone so soft, so pretty, wanted to be with someone like him.

 His teammates, even his brother, didn’t know either. Honestly, sometimes they didn’t think Atsumu deserved you. But he knew that too. 

 Again, he was a greedy man when it came to you. If you were willing to stay, despite all of his flaws, despite the fact that he did put volleyball over you, then he was never going to let you go. 

 “Need help washing up?” You teased, gazing up at the tall male, water clung to your lashes, making your eyes look more innocent and brighter. 

 “That’s just an excuse to touch me isn’t it?” Atsumu flirted back, reaching to yank your naked body closer to his. 

 Arousal spiked in his blood as your breasts pressed against his own skin, and the way you were looking at him… 

 How were you so pretty?

 “Of course it is. When your boyfriend is a pro volleyball player, and looks like this, you want to touch them as much as you can.” You bantered back, but your eyes were shining, reflecting back so much love and affection that it took his breath away.

 “I am pretty great, aren’t I?” He teased but his expression was incredibly soft. 

 “The best.” You murmured. 

 Atsumu’s eyes flashed dangerously, he had to have you. 

 “Let’s hurry so we can exchange gifts already.” You laughed, reaching for the soap. “I’ll help you.”

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 Atsumu found himself sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the tv as you moved around the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for the two of you.

 “Who’s winning?” You asked, carefully setting the mugs down on the coffee table, taking your place next to him on the couch.

 Atsumu was immediately distracted, his eyes moving from the tv to your exposed legs. Your clothes were in the dryer, and you had opted for one of his shirts that was entirely too big for your frame. 

 He watched as you took a sip from the mug, your tongue darting out to lick at your lips. He couldn’t help imagining you using your tongue on something else.

 “Tsumu?” You looked at him curiously. But when you took notice of the hungry look on his face, the way his eyes seemed to zero in on you; you couldn’t help the blush and deep twinge that sparked in your lower belly. 

 “I think I’m ready for my present now.” He murmured, voice darkening as he reached to pull the mug out of your hand, placing it back on the coffee table. 

 You swallowed thickly. 

 “It’s still by the front door. I can go get it for you…” you trailed off shyly, but you knew that he wasn’t talking about that Christmas gift.

 His lips twitched in amusement, his body moving to press against your own. 

 “That wasn’t the present I was talkin’ about. I think I’ll go after the one that’s already a little unwrapped, yeah?” Thick fingers dragged softly against the bare skin of your thigh, sliding up until he was grasping the hem of his t-shirt that rested against the upper part of your leg. 

 A soft gasp escaped your lips, as he wrapped his hand around your upper thigh and pulled, causing your world to tilt as he forced you onto your back, his larger frame resting between your parted legs. 

 Atsumu yanked the piece of fabric up, causing the shirt to bundle up against your chest, your body completely exposed to him now. 

 Shyness burned in your body, manifesting into a bright red resting on your cheeks, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you casted your gaze to the side, eyes glued to the tv. 

 A low whistle sounded through Atsumu’s lips as his eyes slid over your skin. His fingers reached up, sliding against the soft skin of your belly, gently tracing along the undersides of your breasts before cupping them in warm hands. His thumb and index finger gently tweaking against your pebbling nipples. 

 Pleasure rippled through your body, causing you to whine and squirm beneath him, you could already feel slick heat beginning to accumulate between your thighs, your core burning and aching to be touched. 

 “So pretty.” He cooed, trailing his hand back down your body, gently squeezing at the flesh that sat upon your hips before he gently pried your legs open further. Atsumu moaned in appreciation at the sight of your weeping cunt, swollen and glistening. 

 “I haven’t even touched you yet and look how wet you are for me.” He breathed in awe, a thick finger gently dragging through your drenched folds, gently pressing against your puffy clit. You jumped at the sudden touch, body trembling at the zap of pleasure it gave you. 

 “Pretty baby. You want my tongue or my fingers?” he murmured, his voice deep and dark now. 

 “Both.” you whined; eyes fluttering shut as he pressed down against your clit again. 

 “My baby is being greedy today.” he grinned, large hand suddenly coming down to swat at your aching cunt. 

 The rippling sensation of his slap stung deliciously, causing your walls to clench around nothing as a low whine tore through your lips. 

 “So fucking pretty.” he breathed, and then his tongue flattened against your slit, sliding up to take your swollen clit into his mouth. Atsumu gave you no time to adjust to pleasure that trembled through your body, his movements were fast and greedy as he easily slid a thick finger against your slick walls, curling up to rub against that devastating part inside of you. 

 A sob tore through your lips as your legs trembled, moving to close together as your body tried wiggling away from the intense pleasure his mouth and fingers were giving you. Atsumu grunted against your slick cunt, the vibrations causing another whine to escape your lips. His finger slid out carefully, as his hands came up to grab at your hips, pinning you to the spot so that you couldn’t move away.

 Atsumu didn’t mind the way your thighs were squeezing his head as he sucked and licked at your perfect pussy. Your taste, your smell, the softness of your flesh; if he could choose a way to die it would be this. 

 “Atsumu!” you cried, gushing around his tongue as your orgasm hit. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you struggled to catch your breath. Your head was spinning in pleasure, body still trembling. Just like how he was in volleyball, Atsumu wasted no time; he tugged your body up, hands moving to remove the shirt completely before he tugged you onto his lap. 

 You mewled softly as you felt the hardness of his cock slide against your drenched folds, before you felt something thick and blunt being pressed against your entrance; slowly and carefully breaking you open as you clung to his broad shoulders, face pressed against his neck. 

 You moaned softly against his skin as you sunk down on his thick cock, walls fluttering and clutching at his length until he was sheathed inside you completely. Despite how many times he has had you, he was always in awe at how well you took his cock. 

 The fullness that Atsumu gave you was always shocking, and you hadn’t realized that you were making pitiful and desperate noises until Atsumu was hushing you softly, pressing his lips against your temple tenderly.

 “My pretty baby feels so good.” He moaned, gently nipping at your lobe, voice gravelly as he breathed hotly against your ear. “Gonna start movin’ ya okay?” his large hands gripped at your hips, and carefully he began sliding your body up and down, maneuvering you perfectly; his cock rubbing and stretching your walls in a way that left you whiny and breathless. 

 You could only take it as he helped you fuck yourself onto his hard member; you clung to him helplessly as he continued to drive his cock up in time with the way he moved your hips down. You whimpered and moaned into his neck, lips pressing against the skin as you attempted to smother your sounds. 

 “Start movin’ baby.” He murmured. 

 Despite the way that your legs burned, you listened, body moving on its own. Atsumu slid one of his hands against your back, trailing up to grab at the back of your neck, carefully pulling you away so that he could look at you.

 “Fuck… you like ridin’ my cock?” he groaned, eyes taking in your flushed face and glassy eyes. He didn’t give you time to answer; he pulled you in for a heated kiss, tongue clashing and rubbing against your eyes, spit drooling out the sides of your mouth and falling onto your breasts. 

 You could feel the familiar pressure of your release bubbling up in your stomach, causing your hips to snap down against his faster, his cock reaching a depth within you that caused a loud cry to escape your lips. Atsumu greedily swallowed every sound before pulling away to stare at your face. 

 “Come on baby, cum for me, yeah?” he breathed, fingers reaching down to play with your swollen clit. “Make it a good one for me.”

 Your release was devastating; body convulsing against his as you sagged into his chest, face pressed against his shoulder as you all but went limp in his grasp. 

 “Fuck.” he rasped, hips rocking faster before a loud groan escaped his mouth, his warmth spilling into your body. 

 Atsumu’s breathing was ragged as he gasped for air, his hands rubbing against your spent body carefully, one of his hands tangling into the air at the back of your head, keeping you close to him as his lips pressing against your temple once again.

 “Merry Christmas baby.” he breathed. 

 “You want your present now?” you laughed, breathless. 

 Atsumu couldn’t help but chuckle arms squeezing you tight. 

 This was a merry Christmas indeed.

[heezoneie]

Honeymoon with Sunghoon

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: making out, grinding

word count: 1,053

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The sun had set, and the lights of the boardwalk seemed to shine brighter than before. To be honest, everything about the trip had seemed to be better than before. Maybe it’s because this time you’re not alone. Maybe this time it’s because you’re with him.

Time seemed to slow down when you were with him, spending countless amount of hours doing who knows what. The shared laughs, cuddles, kisses. This trip couldn’t have been better.

Your beautiful honeymoon started right after the wedding, with you and Sunghoon driving off to the airport still in your wedding attire. The adrenaline rush you received was nothing you had ever felt before.

The two of you had one thing on your minds: starting your life together. It was indescribable, the joy you felt. It was almost like an out of body experience. Both of you so ready to get lost in one another.

Once you two arrived at the airport, you then decided it would be in your best interest to change into something a little more comfy for the trip, despite having a private plane.

Both of you had talked about where you wanted to go for a long time. Hawaii? Paris? Brazil? You both were stuck, there were so many options to choose from. Until one day, you and Sunghoon had been scanning catalogs for ideas.

You stumbled upon the perfect place. You immediately showed Sunghoon and he liked it just as much as you did. The beautiful white sand beaches, were what stuck out the most. The Maldives.

Once arrived, you both immediately went to the hotel room. Walking in, you both took in the beauty of the room. The most comfortable looking bed, that had satin sheets which most likely cost more than your house.

The big bathroom with a stone plated shower, and the most beautiful jacuzzi tub you had ever seen. But the best part of the room was the balcony. The almost royal looking railing looked out onto miles of pure white sandy beach.

Standing on the balcony, you looked over the beautiful wooden walkway lined with soft orange lights, that led a path down to the private area of the beach. A private area for only you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon looked out the balcony window, and was met with a sight that he wouldn’t trade for anything. You, staring peacefully at the crashing waves below; your hair slightly blowing as the sea breeze began to pick up.

He was so utterly in love, it amazed him. He never knew the kind of power a person could hold over him until you. You were the person, his person.

He finished putting away the luggage, and walked out to join you. Wrapping his arms around you, he felt complete with you in his arms, and you felt the exact same. “It’s so beautiful, I never realized how much i love listening to the sound of the waves.”

Smiling at your statement, he replied, “I think i just enjoy it more with you. I enjoy everything more with you.” You lifted your head to meet his eyes as you turned to face him. You looked from his eyes to his lips, him noticing this action.

“I love you, so much,” With that he leaned to place a soft kiss on your lips. Although it was meant to be innocent, that quickly changed. The pace of your lips against each other gradually began to increase.

Desire flooded through each of your bodies, a desire that could only be satisfied be each other. His hands found their way to your waist, and your arms snake around his neck.

Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, while he pulled you impossibly closer. A small moan escaped your mouth at the force of Sunghoon’s lips against yours. Though you guys have made out countless times, it felt different now that you were officially married.

It felt more surreal, more intimate. The smell of Sunghoon’s cologne mixed with the salty smell of the ocean was intoxicating. You never wanted to leave. Sunghoon turned you both around and began to walk you backwards into the room, all without breaking the kiss.

He laid you on the bed and hovered over top of you. He began to plant kisses all the way down your jaw line to that special spot on your collarbone he knew all to well about. His kisses began trail lower, and lower, and lower.

The two of you were up the whole night that night, it was filled with roaming hands and lips. Kissing every single part of each others bodies. You were irrevocably lost in each other, and neither of you wanted to return.

The next few days past by rather quickly, both of you just doing whatever you felt. Wether that was swimming, playing board games on the beach, stargazing, neither of you minded. After all, you were together.

All theses events led till now, both of you laughing while walking back to the hotel room. The two of you incredibly intoxicated, both off each other and the many drinks you had while at a bar that night.

By the time you were at your room door, Sunghoon’s lips had already found their way to yours, kissing you with upmost fervor. His lips were soft and warm against yours. Struggling to unlock the door, Sunghoon finally parted your lips to enter the key.

After basically dragging you in, he pinned you against the back of the door. His lips already back in their previous location. “My pretty baby, all dressed up for me” His eyes held a certain darkness to them: lust.

Feeling a bit bold, you push him to the edge of the bed and straddle him. Your hands cup his face, while his remained on your waist. The kissing only intensified.

Only this time, you began to roll your hips against his to create a pleasurable friction. Groaning against your lips, Sunghoon pulled your hips further into his to increase the feeling.

You could feel all of him; he could feel all of you. The both of you in a daze that you could only acquire with each other. A daze that lasted the whole honeymoon; one that never seemed to go away. Even after you went home.

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i hope you all enjoyed! i was very motivated to write this...lol <3

[yee-fxcking-haw]

Hi!! Could you possibly do a fic with Bakugo and Todoroki based on the lines from the song confident “she said it’s her first time” “I think she might’ve lied”

Where one of the boys are going on about their night with y/n and how it was their first time and the other says “I think she might’ve lied” and so on lol, thank you:)

I,,,, this ask,,,, I like it.

•She Might've Lied•

Summary: What the ask says lmao. Based off of the song Confident by Justin Bieber and Chance the Rapper. (College AU for legal reasons.)

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), mild overstim, multiple orgasms, mentions of a blowjob.

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, mentions of Katsuki Bakugo x Reader (All aged up, 18+)

A/N: This turned into total fuckboy Todoroki but I am NOT mad about it, I simp aggressively. This is what my brain produced, I hope you like it! Thank you so much for such a fun request! I really enjoyed writing this.

Word Count: 1,428

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   "Shoto- oh my God- fuck- fuck- fuck." You pant, back arching as you fist the sweat soaked sheets beneath you. 

   You shiver as he pulls you apart and works you over. Everything inside you feels so tight and hot and good. 

   The tip of his tongue zeroes in on your clit and your whole body jolts back, almost afraid of how incredible it feels. 

   "Fuck no." He growls before throwing an arm over your hips so he can keep you glued to the mattress. 

   He slides the other hand up the outside of your thigh before delivering a harsh slap to the meat of your hip. 

   Your head is thrown back as you whimper out his name, hands flying to his hair as your walls start to flutter. 

   He's not even using his damn fingers, he's ruining you with his tongue alone. 

   He drops his jaw and flicks his tongue against your swollen bud with fervent speed, your eyes cross and you cry out with little to no shame. 

   "There! Fuck! Right there, baby, you got it." You sob out, hips rocking as much as they can under his strong arm. 

   Everything builds and snaps at once. Ribbons of silky pleasure shoot up your spine and down your legs as your core clamps around nothing. 

   And he doesn't fucking stop. 

   He moves with urgency, with dedication. His hands grab under your knees before he pushes up to fold your legs to your chest. 

   "Hold these." He demands with his mouth still against your cunt. 

   "I cant- fuck! I can't…" You twitch as his tongue works relentlessly, body slowly but surely becoming overstimulated. 

   "You fuckin' better." He says, voice dropping to a bone chilling tone. He glares up at you, eyebrows knit together as sweat drips from the crown of his two toned hair. 

   "Holy shit." You sigh as you take your legs from him with a weak hold, prying yourself open for him. 

   "Atta girl." As soon as you have a hold of your legs, his hands are free to carry out his dirty work. 

   One comes up to play with your tits as the other slides down to join his mouth at your center. His long, skilled fingers slide in. They find that perfect spot instantly, rubbing at it as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge before you've even stopped cumming the first time. 

   "Sho! I'm gonna- oh my fucking god-" Your words turn into strangled cries as your whole body turns to mush. 

   You feel the tears fall, your cunt pulse, your vision blur and you just scream. Goosebumps are all over your skin as your toes curl and your whole body trembles. 

   He just licks and licks and licks. Slurping and savoring everything you give him. He's always so nasty with it, always so dedicated to reducing you to a sweaty, sobbing mess. 

   "That's it, that's my good girl." He pulls his mouth away only to mutter those sweet words. 

   His fingers still move slowly within you, working to help you ride the aftershocks of the mind numbing back to back orgasms he's just given you. 

   "You're always so messy." He muses, finally pulling his fingers out so he can run them between your folds and gather your release. 

   You watch with your jaw dropped, panting and overwhelmed. He brings the cream covered fingers to his mouth, tongue lolling out to make a show of tasting you before he closes his lips around them completely. 

   "You a dirty girl?" He asks after he pops his fingers out. He starts to crawl up your body, caging you with his arms. 

   You loathe the fact that he's still fully clothed, while you lay completely bare beneath him. 

   You just nod, eyes wide and mouth agape as he presses his lips between your breasts. 

   His eyes flick up to yours, eyes full of sin and depravity. 

   "Whose dirty girl?" He asks against your skin. 

   "Yours, I'm your dirty girl." You say with a weak, unreliable voice. 

   "That's fuckin' right." He kisses a trail up to your throat, under your jaw, and finally your lips. 

   "Don't forget that." He whispers before hopping up to his feet far too quickly. 

   He always does this, rips you apart then saunters away like it's nothing. 

   You two have been going at it for months now, a very tense friends with benefits relationship. More benefits than friends, though. You occasionally share a laugh, help each other with homework when you have time, but most of the time you just fuck. 

   "Where are you going?" You ask, still reeling as your nerves twitch and fire. 

   "Boys night, I'm late." He flips his hair a little before winking at you. 

   "Don't look so heartbroken, I'll be back later." He laughs as he pinches your cheek. 

   "I'm not heartbroken, fuck off." You smack his hand away, pulling a blanket around you before you roll off the bed and walk to the bathroom. 

   "Katsuki's coming over later, don't bother." You quip as you round the corner. 

   "Oh I forgot, he's a big fan of those sloppy seconds then, yeah?" 

   Bastard. A big part of your arrangement is the no strings attached part, meaning you can both fuck anyone else, as long as you let each other know about it. 

   Katsuki Bakugo had been trying to get into your pants for months. You'd finally gone down on him the other night during a movie, successfully blowing his mind.

   You'd told the poor fool you'd never sucked a dick before, just to make him feel special. His ego didn't need to boost, but he sure got off to the thought of being the first person to fuck your pretty little mouth. 

   "He's a big fan of a good fuck." You snap as you turn the shower on.

   Shoto comes up to lean against the door frame behind you, looking absolutely delicious in his joggers and his adidas shirt. 

   "You two have that in common then." He smiles wolfishly before slapping your ass. 

   "Make sure you wash the sheets before he comes, you made a pretty big mess." He calls out to you before strolling out of your dorm room. 

   You roll your eyes and huff as you drop the blanket and step into the shower.

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   "I'm not fucking lying, she was such a whore about it, but she said she'd never done it before." Bakugo explains to a laughing Kirishima and Denki. 

   "Who's a whore?" Shoto waltzes into the common room where the rest of the boys wait for him. 

   "That cute chick you're always studying with, apparently she's got a freaky side." Sero chuckles, only making Bakugo turn a brighter shade of red. 

   "Oh yeah?" Shoto raises his eyebrows, glancing at Bakugo. 

   "She's fucking insane, best blowjob I've ever had. Not that you would know what that's like, icey hot." Bakugo sneers, arms crossing as he reclines into his chair.

   "Dude, there's no way she was that good if she'd never done it before." Denki says, leaning forward as he shakes his head.

   "I'm serious you sparky asshole, she said it was her first time!" Bakugo snarls. 

   Shoto can't help the bark of the laugh that leaves him, he runs his hands through his hair, then notices just how wet his chin feels. 

   "I think she might've lied." He sighs as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, pulling it away to see some of your slick shining on the skin. 

   "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bakugo grumbles, glaring at Shoto. 

   "You can tell dude, you've seen the way she walks into a room." He explains, so full of himself after spending the last half hour between your legs. 

   "What, did she fuck you too?" Bakugo stands up, chest puffed up as he strides towards Shouto. 

   "Nah." He sighs as sinks into one of the chairs, ignoring Bakugo's advances.

   "I fucked her." Shoto grins up at Bakugo, every jaw in the room drops before the rest of the boys start to hoot and laugh. 

   Kirishima jumps up to hold Bakugo back as he spews profanities at cocky Shouto. Sero and Denki are beside themselves, wheezing clapping as Shouto sits and enjoys the chaos he's created. 

   It's safe to say you won't be seeing Katsuki tonight, but you will be seeing a lot of Shoto.

[asthmark]

❝ let’s dance ❞ s.jh

synopsis → “i’m gonna marry you.”

request → “How about Johnny fluff partying time and the concept theme is the 80s” — @heart-bleeding-autism-angel​

word count → 2.5k

a/n → the amount of googling i did for this is scary .. and i still know literally nothing abt the 80’s LOL anyway the title is my fav david bowie song that happened to be released in ‘83 and it kind of fits the the fic so,,, cool :-)

the moonlight shines through your window, casting it’s heavenly glow on your face. despite the late hour, it illuminates your entire room enough that you can read the time off the clock hanging on your wall.

11:55 p.m.

if they decide to be on time, your friends should be arriving in five minutes.

you retreat from your windowsill to prepare yourself. you stop in front of your closet, staring at the array of clothing. it takes you a couple moments to pick something you liked. you, of course, wanted to impress johnny, the self proclaimed fashion evaluator, but there was no better feeling than knowing you looked good.

you settle on a cozy turtleneck and your favorite mini skirt. then you pull on a pair of tube socks and slip on your prized white sneakers. for the final touch, you slide on a thin buckle belt through the loops of your skirt to tie it all together.

you smile satisfactorily at your reflection in the mirror and what was sure to be your best outfit yet. besides being well-put together, it felt comfortable enough to move around in and you knew you would surely be doing much moving that night.

once the clock strikes midnight, you notice  light flash into your room. since it’s brighter than that of the moon, you know exactly who must be behind it. even if you didn’t, the hushed chatter and giggling from outside your window gives it away. you peer down into your backyard to find sicheng and jaehyun standing there, flashlights in hand and aimed directly into your bedroom.

you hastily wave your hands at them, your face twisted with worry. they wave back at you with goofy smiles on their faces, oblivious to your concern.

“cut the lights!” you hiss as silently as you can.

they finally seem to get the hint and click them off. jaehyun shouts back, “sorry!” accompanied by a laugh sicheng has failed to contain. you wince at their volume. there was no keeping them quiet so you decide your only option is to move as fast as you possibly can.

you carefully push one leg out of your window. it dangles above the roof of the front porch and you slowly lower it onto the tile. once you’ve successfully planted half of yourself on the roof, you bring your other leg down. this action is followed by a slight creek but you don’t even bother hesitating. you crouch down to the edge of the house and repeat the previous steps, this time landing on the front steps of your porch.

“that was smooth!” jaehyun exclaims in awe.

you bring a finger to your lips but still can’t help but smile at the praise.

“you’re like a ninja,” adds sicheng. “or a cat.” he pauses, deep in thought, before concluding, “you’re a ninja cat.”

you raise a brow. “you’ve both been drinking, haven't you?”

“no.”

“yes.”

“i’m gonna have to believe jae on this one,” you say, observing the way sicheng’s eyelids droop and he slurs his words. “you couldn’t have waited ‘til we got to the club?”

he whines like a child. “i was thirsty!”

you clamp your hand over his mouth and scold him. “why do you feel the need to be so loud? do you want me to get caught?”

jaehyun hiccups. “aren’t you glad i’m an introvert? i’ll never get you in trouble.”

you laugh dryly. “sure, you’re all introverted until you find some random chick to grind on.”

he pouts. “let me have fun.”

“it’s fun until you spill your drink on her and i have to help clean—oh come on, sicheng, did you just lick me?” you remove your hand from his mouth only to find a big smile on his lips.

“perhaps.”

“god, let’s just go. where’s johnny parked?”  

“end of the street.”

you go in said direction with your two friends trailing behind you, messing around all the while. the three of you only stop when you catch sight of johnny’s shiny black convertible. you approach the vehicle and when he notices you, he smiles and shoots you a wink.

“you’re such a flirt,” you comment, opening the door to the passenger's seat.  

he shrugs. “but you still fell in love with me so i’d say it’s worked out pretty well up until this point.”

you’re about to respond when jaehyun interrupts. “hey, i wanted to ride shotgun!”

“me too!” agrees sicheng. “y/n always gets it!”

johnny glares at the pair through the rear view mirror. “and that’s how i like it so get in the backseat or you’re walking.”

they mumble what you assume are complaints yet still get in the car.

johnny revs up the engine but before you go anywhere he makes an announcement. “and if either of you are going to vomit again, all i ask is that you don’t do it in here. my dad just bought me this bad boy.”

a chuckle escapes your lips.

“what are you laughing about over there?”

you lean back against the headrest, smile still present. “we literally have two kids.”

“basically. but hey, there’s no one else i’d rather babysit two grown men with than you.”

“stop, i’m blushing,” you deadpan.

johnny’s shoulders shake with laughter at your sarcasm. “seriously, though! you really know how to take care of someone. one day, if i’m lucky enough, i’ll be able to see that up close.”

you know exactly what he means by that last statement—he was thinking of a future with you. the last thing you want to do is burst his bubble but you knew how your parents felt about your relationship. they thought you could do better than ‘some football player from your school’. they had friends with young, stuck up sons who, according to them, were more fit for you. despite being told countless times how happy johnny made you, they paid you no mind.

you nod, sincerely. “i hope so.”

he places his hand on your thigh, rubbing reassuring circles into your skin. you stay like that for the entire drive.

once you finally reach your destination, you leave all doubt and anxiety surrounding your relationship with johnny in the car along with any other negativity. the flashing lights and loud music you could hear even from outside the club excites you and you’re left with no choice but to discard all of your worries. you never got tired of seeing the glowing, neon sign letting you know that you had arrived at the hottest hang out spot there was—the neo zone.

as soon as you step inside, sicheng’s face contorts in displeasure. “i’m, uh, going to the bathroom.” he carelessly pushes past strangers, clutching his stomach.

you notice jaehyun has disappeared as well. before you can ask, you spot him on the dance floor, inserting himself in some line dance he obviously isn’t familiar with. his limbs move awkwardly and completely out of sync with the rest of the group. he recieves multiple strange looks and you can’t help but cringe.

“where did we go wrong with them?”

johnny’s laugh can hardly be heard over the booming bass of a song. “couldn’t tell you that, sugar. let’s just hope the next ones come out better.”

there he goes again, talking about your oh-so-promising future. you were still unsure if you would be able to grant johnny the picture perfect life he constantly spoke about. whenever he referenced it, you felt slightly guilty.

instead of acknowledging his comment, you glance around, looking anywhere but him. “want to get a drink?”

he simply nods, placing his hand in the small of your back as you weave your way through the crowd to the bar.

he leans on the counter and orders, “one long island iced tea, please.”

“you know my order?” you ask, pleasantly surprised.

“sweetheart, you get it everytime we come here. and that’s often.”

you still beam at him. “it’s still nice. you know, that you notice those things.”

“everything about you is worth noticing. besides, what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn’t?”

you press a quick kiss to his cheek to show him how grateful you are.

“you really have to work on your aim because you completely missed your target that time.” he teasingly taps his lips.

you roll your eyes with a giggle. “never satisfied, are you, suh?”

“you owe me, just sayin’.”

“oh yeah?”

“totally! i let you sit shotgun!”

“i was the only thing standing in the way of sicheng throwing up all over your dashboard, you should be thanking me!”

johnny presses a kiss to your lips. it’s so unexpected yet enjoyable that you can’t stop your eyes from fluttering shut in bliss. he only pulls away to take a breath of air.

he licks his lips. “how was that?”

you brush imaginary dust off your skirt. “probably the best ‘thank you’ i’ve ever received.”

“says you. i can't get enough of those lips of yours.”

you fiddle with your belt. “nobody's stopping you from getting your fill.”

“you’re going to be the death of me, young lady.”

seconds later, the bartender slides you your drink. “here’s your drink, young lady.” he gives johnny a knowing smile and not-so-subtle thumbs up. “what a pretty little thing you got there.”

you know his words aren’t meant for your ears so you avert your eyes and take small sips of your drink.

“thank you, sir. i couldn’t agree more.”

“you know, me and my wife met in this club. just like you two.”

“we’ve actually known each other for a couple years.”

the man’s eyes widen in surprise. “well, look at you. already ahead of the game. you love her?”

johnny doesn’t hesitate to nod. “very much. the only issue is her folks don’t seem to be too crazy about me. they have a long list of suitors, myself excluded.”

you frown and trace the rim of your glass. that never got any easier for you to hear.  

the man nods, understandingly. “i see. well, in that case, you might have to wait. you said you love her and until you get to be together—which you will—keep loving her. that’ll make the time you spend waiting go by like this.” he snaps his fingers to prove his point.

johnny nods, a genuine smile appearing on his face. “i appreciate the advice. thank you.”

the bartender gives him a curt nod and goes back to tending to the other demanding customers.

before johnny gets a chance to say anything, you ask, “do you wanna dance with me?”

his grin widens. “always.”

you take his hand in yours and lead him to the dance floor. it’s full, as always, multiple bodies pressed up against each other. you waste no time joining in.

your hands end up on his broad shoulders, fingers toying with the hair on the nape of his neck and his grip ends up on your hips. the songs played at club neo zone always had a strong bass and energetic vibe so you both match that rhythm, moving to the intense heartbeat of the music. you gaze up at johnny, admiring his good looks even under the glow of the disco lights that colored him shades of bright pink, blue and green.

“what are you looking at, pretty girl?”

“just your face. i like it.”

he hums. “mm, i’m glad. i do too.”

“like my face?”

“no, mine.”

you shove his shoulder, playfully.

he chuckles. “you know i’m joking. you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

you suddenly find your shoes to be very interesting and stare down at them, smiling sheepishly.

“c’mon, don’t get all shy on me now.”

you giggle. “quit it.”

he glides his hands up and down your sides. “i’m serious, darling. it must’ve taken all my luck to get you.”

“i could say the same thing. there’s no one i’d rather be with than you, john.”

his dimples appear at the compliment and he goes in for a bear-like hug. he cradles your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head as both you sway.

“i’m gonna marry you.”

you’re not sure what about this statement catches you most off guard. maybe it’s the way that there’s no teasing tone in his voice or perhaps the fact that he has decided to say this in the middle of the dance floor, of all places.

you catch your lower lip in between your teeth. “i’m sorry we have to wait.”

“i’ll wait forever, babygirl, if that’s what it takes. and so what if your parents don’t want that. if one day you’ll let me wake up next to you and have a family with you, i’ll be happy.”

you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach at his sweet words. “i can't wait.”

with the hope of a future together, you and johnny happily dance the rest of the night away. once the party dies down and the crowd shrinks with every song that passes, your bodies are left sweaty and tired. you agree it’s time to go home.

you spot jaehyun in the back of the club and it takes a lot of effort to drag him off his latest girl interest. he blows her kisses as you yank him away, promising her a phone call in the morning. you’re pretty sure he’s lying.

sicheng is found passed out in the restroom, snoring heavily.

“has he been here this whole time?” you ask with a grunt as you attempt to hoist him up.

johnny shrugs as he helps you lift. “i find it's better to not ask questions.”

you nod in agreement. “fair.”

the car ride is silent mostly thanks to sicheng being knocked out. jaehyun sits quietly as well, staring out the window. johnny decides to drop them off first. you stop in front of the jung residence. as you watch the brunette struggle to open the door with one hand and hold sicheng’s unconscious figure in the other, you can’t help but wonder, “is it really a good idea to leave him with jae? i mean, that’s like telling a toddler to look after an infant.”

“if i left him at his house i’m pretty sure his old man would ground him for the rest of his life. jae’s folks are always out of town.”

with that reassurance, you drive off, your next destination being your house. johnny parks exactly where he did at the beginning of the night, just to be safe.

he rests his hands on the steering wheel. “want me to walk you?”

you shake your head. “that’s alright. if i get caught, i’d rather it not be with you. i’d never hear the end of it.”

“yeah, i get it. one day, though, we won’t have to worry about it.” as if to promise you his words are true, he hands you his letterman jacket. it was his prized possession and he was never seen without it. “here, take this. wear it when i can't be with you.”

you nod, clutching the clothing item close to your chest. “i will.”

he leans over as far as his seatbelt allows him to give you the last kiss of the night. it ends too fast for the both of you. you exit his car and walk down the sidewalk towards your house.

johnny watches you through his rear view mirror and smiles to himself when he catches you pull on his jacket.

[bleedingbeautyblog]

Um. So my sibling had like the most amazing dream and it needs to be written. I’m eventually going to try and write the whole story out, but I thought I would share the details of it because it was so amazing and beautiful in terms of concept and the gay lol. So here’s what I got from what my sibling told me.

Two men. One who is 26 and one who is 27.

The 27 year old has been attending balls since he was 16 when it was first allowed for him to attend. What he discovered was beyond anything he had ever expected. People wore clothing exposing more skin than he’d ever seen at any ballroom ever. Women wore extravagant dresses that exposed their shoulders and men wore suits exposing theirs as well. His first night there, he met a man who would become his best friend. He explained the whole experience as it played out in front of him. Dances would go on in the center and gossip happened on the edges. There were two hallways on one end of the room and it seemed so curious and mysterious. He noticed only women entered one of the halls and men the other. His first thought was that it was separation for bathrooms, but was later informed that he should watch the partygoers. He observed women brushing men’s shoulders, then smiling and disappearing down the hall. A short time would pass and the same man she brushed shoulders with would enter the other side. The man looked at his friend curiously.

“What does it mean?”

“It means a scandal to gossip over. You see, it’s a secret language all its own. You’ll understand one day.”

After a year, he understood. People went down those halls to meet in a room in the middle… A series of rooms set in between the two halls. Women entered a room on one side and men entered on the other. And then they… Did whatever their hearts desired. When he was seventeen, the following year at the ball, a new 16 year old appeared. He was someone from his past, a childhood friend he had not seen for years. He had grown and matured. He was immediately the gossip of the ball. He was handsome and everyone knew it. The men were jealous and the women were always fawning. And the 17 year old couldn’t keep his eyes off of him as he moved around the room to socialize and tease the guests. When this 16 year old bumped into his shoulder in passing, the 17 frowned and held his exposed shoulder. What had it been for?

And every year after that… He found the same thing happened. The 16 year old grew and came every year wearing something that always outdid everyone else’s clothing. He was always shining brighter, showing more skin than the others. Always… Always the center of attention. And always bumping shoulders with him before the end of the night. Why? When he was 26, his friend came to him and said,

“Have you ever noticed that when he comes, he brushes your shoulder but never speaks to you…?”

“No, I… I hadn’t really noticed.”

“It’s like that every year. He talks to every guest here, but you. It’s curious. People have been speaking about it this year.”

“Why is that?”

“You’re the only one he brushes shoulders with. And he always goes to the halls alone every year.”

He decided to pay it no mind. And the next year, when he was 27… His friend came to him again.

“Have you heard the news?”

“No, what news have you for me this year?”

“Well, they’ve passed a new law. Haven’t you heard?”

“Afraid not.”

“Well, it’s been said that men are able to dress as women and be as women. Do you understand what it is I’m saying, here? Men are able to take male partners…”

“Oh.”

He found himself searching the room, though for what, he wasn’t sure. Until… the doors opened and he arrived. 26 and collarbones exposed. He gulped. He was as beautiful as ever. The 27 year old followed his movements around the room until he finally… their shoulders brushed and he looked directly at the 26 year old. Their eyes met and the 26’s eyes went wide. Because no way. No way. He had been noticed. Finally. After ten years… He smirked and headed down the hall. The 27 year old blushed. He got it. He finally got it now. He followed down the hall. But… Which room? A memory from his childhood sprang up and suddenly he knew. 7. And… There he was. Standing across from him, the two facing each other. He swallowed.

[briswriting]

secret admirer

『 you’ve been receiving valentines day gifts from a secret admirer 』

pairing: kuroo x reader genre: fluff

a/n: okay so this isn't a request but it's dedicated to @mikwrites because it was our one month friendiversary on saturday!!! i’m late lmaooo but at least it's better late than never ahaha 🥴 anyways ily mik thanks for being such an amazing friend to talk to and thirst over our fav anime boys 🥺 and thanks for being such a good motivator and helper with a lot of my writing ideas and my fav person to share my writing with 💗💖💕💗💘💖💝💞💓💗💕 milk and bee oops i mean mik and bri the dream team 🥛🐝 its kind of long so rest under the cut LOL

The week before Valentine's Day you started receiving small love letters on your desk when you got to class. Written on the notes were compliments that were signed off with a heart. Then came the week of Valentine’s Day, the notes still appeared everyday but they were accompanied with a gift. From who? You had no clue and none of your friends knew who the secret admirer was. You were hoping the admirer would be a certain rooster head though, Kuroo Testuro, who has been one of your closest friends since you became volleyball manager for the Nekoma team your first year of high school.

It was finally the end of the week and Valentine’s Day. Throughout the week you had collected four notes along with five from the week before, your favorite chocolates, your favorite flowers, a teddy bear holding a heart, and a cute top from the mall that you have been eyeing for a while. You had made chocolates and had them wrapped and tucked into your bag, hoping your admirer would reveal themselves so you could give them something as a thank you but also a sorry because you had feelings for another. You may or may not have had another neatly wrapped box of homemade chocolates that you were saving to give to Kuroo, maybe you would confess but if you chickened out the chocolates would go to the boys on the team.

“What’s got you all smiley this early in the morning?” Kuroo asked you as you approached him on the front steps of Nekoma High.

“Nothing,” you quickly say, making your way to your classroom.

“Hmmm I think it has something to do with that secret admirer who's been leaving you gifts the past two weeks.”

“So what if it is,” you turn to him and stick your tongue out. He just laughs at your antics and opens the classroom door for you.

Walking into class you were expecting another grand gift waiting for you on your desk, but when you walked in alongside Kuroo, there was nothing sitting on top of your wooden desk, not even a note. The smile on your face dropped and you could feel Kuroo watching your expression.

“Hey I’m sure something came up and they couldn't get you a fifth gift,” Kuroo states to help cheer up your mood.

Honestly you didn't really care that there was no gift because you only wanted gifts and compliments from Kuroo. You just weren’t used to having someone's attention on you and it felt nice to be flooded with compliments and gifts since you knew Kuroo would never reciprocate your feelings.

“Yeah it's fine, it’s not like I would have started dating a stranger right away just because they gave me gifts,” you say as you make your way to your designated spot in the classroom.

“Why? You got a crush on someone or something?” Kuroo says with a smirk.

You stop immediately in your track, Kuroo bumping into you due to your abrupt stop.

“Wait a second you do have a crush on someone!” he’s shocked because he was teasing but could see it on your face that you were taken aback by his question.

“I do not!”

“You so do! So whos the lucky bastard? Let me have a talk with him,” he started cracking his knuckles to seem intimidating.

“It's no one important! You don't need to know because he probably doesn't even feel the same way.”

“Well why not? Your gorgeous and your eyes shine brighter than the stars when you smile.” And with that sentence your eyes widen, the note you received yesterday said the stars don’t shine as bright as your eyes when you smile. Was Kuroo the one giving you gifts? Did he like you back?

“Testu can I ask you something? Are you the ones leaving the gifts on my desk? Are you my secret admirer? Is that why there is no gift today because the gift is you confessing?” you ask quickly. Blooding rushing to your face as you look everywhere but him, not wanting to get your hopes up if Kuroo wasn't your admirer.

Kuroo’s eyes widen but he quickly replies, “No.”

And at that moment, in your still empty classroom, is where your heart broke and tears started to well up in your eyes because the boy you liked just said he didn’t like you back,

“Umm okay well I'll be right back, I have to umm run to the bathroom,” you maneuver your way quickly around Kuroo and try to escape being in the room alone with him any longer. As you make your way to the exit of the classroom, you feel him grab your wrist and pull you back into his chest. His arms wrapped around you in a hug, but you didn't move your arms from your side.

“You idiot. You didn’t let me finish. No, the last gift wasn’t me confessing it was supposed to be a charm bracelet with custom charms that I chose but it hasn’t come in yet. There was nothing on your desk because I was going to place an apology note during lunch when you went to buy your ‘treat myself because it's friday’ snack from the vending machine,” he says as he holds you in his arms, your face pressed up against his chest tears quickly falling after hearing what he said.

“Hey don’t cry. This is supposed to be a happy moment y/n. I like you and you should be smiling not crying.”

“You dumbass! You can’t just say no like that! I thought you didn't like me back!” you exclaim moving your arms from your side to start smacking him.

“Oh so you do have a crush? And it's on me?” he smirks looking down at your tear stained face.

“It's not going to be on your anymore if you keep acting like an ass,” you mumble.

Kuroo leans down and presses a kiss to your nose, “I like you y/n l/n. And I have since the day we became friends.”

“I like you too Kuroo Testsuro since the day I laid eyes on you,” you smile. After your second confession, he finally leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. Arms wrapping around your waist and he kisses you deeper and your arms wrap around his neck.

As you break away from the kiss, he whispers a “be my girlfriend.”

“Happy Valentines Day boyfriend. I made you chocolates because I was thinking about confessing later,” you say leaning your head up to kiss him again.

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[nekokoaa]

Wolves Among Us - Bakugo x Reader (VII)

Wolves Among Us – Bakugo x Reader

Series Warning: Fantasy AU, Fluff, NSFW

(Chapter VII/XX) New Mini Series! (((ALL CHAPTERS ARE IN MY MASTERLIST)))

Midterms held me back so much so this took a bit to get out.

Just clearing this up just in case anyone gets ideas while reading the beginning of the chapter. Katsuki and Reader did not have sex. Just making that clear lol Enjoy!

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@freedom-for-bum @reallyfuckingangrylatina @risarisarisaa @ashherssss @mels-heart @xa-dia @shanty-lol @amkxh @chims-kookies @fantasticapple 

Inspired by The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter

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VII. Trust

You had woken up in an awkward position. You had never slept with anyone before let alone a man, the closest you could recall was falling asleep on Izuku’s shoulders when you were hanging out at his cabin one day. Even then, it wasn’t like you were sleeping in the same bed as him. You noticed that sleeping alone had drove you to some habits and made you not aware of your spacing. When you found your legs sprawl all over Katsuki’s bottom half where it had pushed him until he had the bare minimum of the sheep’s wool cloth under him, you felt embarrassed. Thankfully, Katsuki was still asleep and it looked like he took the pillow unintentionally as he was sleeping, and you were using his arm as a replacement.

Serenity was a look all too foreign on Katsuki’s face. The lines that often painted their way between his eyebrows were absent and his eyebrows were lifted and clear of any tension. His mouth was relaxed and left to dangle his soft breathing that nearly slipped through without sound. The wolf ears sitting on his head were twitching occasionally, you wondered what they were picking up. Could it be the silent struggle of the flames on top of melted wax stumps that were burning the entire night, or the soft sound of your inner thighs rubbing together when you had shifted lightly, or maybe the gatherings of wolves outside of the cave in preparation of their morning duties? You could hear neither one of those as well as Katsuki could and you knew he would probably brag about it if you were to express any amazement by it. If anything, all it did was prove just how different he was from you.

And yet, as he slept soundlessly, vulnerable in any way possible, he seemed more alike than you would have normally thought him as. The difference may be immense by senses and strength, but he talked, walked, and slept, exactly like you—maybe his tongue was a little weird biologically, but ultimately without those things, Katsuki was just a normal man.

A sigh left you as you began to raise your body off the cloth. All this thinking about Katsuki made your brain feel a little tired, not only that but you were in desperate need of a bath. A soothing warm bath should help clear any fatigue you were feeling. With that in mind, you left the cave in search for one.

The cave you were staying in was one of many within the mountain. The wolves had paved a tunnel like pathway that lead to different “rooms” whose entrances were being covered by a light cloth for privacy. The pathways were lit by lanterns because there were no windows where the sunlight could shine through and as you were walking through the amazingly shaped tunnels, you wondered how they could have structure this without bringing the entire mountain down. Day after day, these wolves were surprising you with their knowledge.

When you had reached the beginning of the pathway where Mitsuki had left you yesterday, you were greeted with the bright sunlight that made your eyes squint at the sight of it. Your eyes that were used to the dim orange glow of the candles were no match for the natural lightning, you had to wait for your eyes to adjust before taking a look around in your surroundings. The area was bustling with twice as many wolves than last night. They were all busy doing specific errands like shoveling off the snow from the walkways, stools, and tables that accumulated overnight. They were separated by gender; the women were all huddled around a fire where a large pot was suspended above it and some were tending to their small peppy children. The men, however, was doing all the labor work and some were even gathered in a small circle for some reason you weren’t sure about.

“Mornin’ ____.” Greeted Eijirou, who stepped out of a cave different from the one you emerged from. He was smiling brighter than he was when you met him like he was genuinely happy to see you. You liked Eijirou. The aura he gave soothed you, like if he were to walk into a distressed room, his presence would instantly alleviate all anxiety.

But he wasn’t alone when you spotted him. You followed down his hand and it was being held by a smaller hand of a child. A boy who looked no more than eight was standing by his side, oddly close to him as Eijirou was walking towards you. He was a spitting image of Eijirou with red spiky hair, the only difference was his irises held a golden hue.

“Morning, Eijirou.” Once Eijirou was in front of you, the child hid behind his legs and peeked out slightly where you could only see one of his eyes from behind the cloth of his pants. You smiled regardless.

“Are you adjusting all right?”

You nodded. “I am, but it’ll take me a bit to get used to the change.”

“I understand.” His hand went on his hip. “From cabin to cave, I know that’s rough. I know you didn’t have to do what you did but you must really care about Katsuki if you were willing to give up everything for him. That was pretty cool of you.”

The blush that blossomed on your cheeks was not to be mistaken for desire but was prompted by the happiness that spread within your chest by Eijirou’s words. Warmth rose and therefore, reached your cheeks.

“Oh!” He chuckled, and he slightly leaned forward to place a hand on the child’s back, he pushed him softly to where you could see more of him. The child was still clutching his pants tightly and you could see his tiny fangs showing as he gritted his teeth. “This is my son, Eiji. Eiji, this is ____.”

“Eiji and Eijirou, how cute!” You kneeled down to reach Eiji’s height.

“Yeah, we named him after me.” He said sheepishly. “He’s my first born.”

“Nice to meet you, Eiji! You’re such a handsome little boy, aren’t you?” You held out your hand, expecting Eiji to shake it with his tiny hands but instead you received a view of his tiny fangs and the sound of snarls that wouldn’t even scare rabbits away. You stood right up regardless, afraid you had frightened the boy.

“Eiji! Come on, you know that’s not how you greet people. I’m sorry, he’s a shy one. He’s going on his first hunt today so he’s just a little nervous.”

“Hunt? Oh, is that why all of those men are gathered there?” You pointed to the pack of wolves that started laughing for some particular reason. You assumed they were telling jokes.

“Yeah, it’s the morning hunt. I’m usually on the night hunt but it’s pretty dangerous for children to come along.” You wondered if that was the reason for Eijirou’s appearance last night. To think, if he didn’t go on his hunt last night Katsuki would’ve been dead and you would’ve fell into misery. “Katsuki too is on the night hunt but lately he’s been skipping, think you have anything to do with that?” He winked, his words dancing on his tongue in a playful manner.

Your blush spelled of embarrassment and all you could do was look away shyly, afraid that if you were to speak, your words would come out in pathetic stutters. The sound of Katsuki’s name had snapped Eiji from his dazed thoughts that he often wandered to whenever adults were conversing. Light had returned to his golden eyes and he looked between you and Kirishima.

“Katsuki?” He spoke with his voice slightly raised, trying to understand what was being said.

“Yeah, ____’s friends with Katsuki.” Eijirou grinned.

You saw a twinkle in his eyes and his wolf ears became erect. A baby pink filled his fat cheeks.  “Whoa! Really? That’s so cool!” Eiji began tugging on his father’s top, a large grin that mirrored his father’s bloomed on his face. It was like that cautious boy who growled at you never existed, he looked at you with eyes filled with pure joy all because of Katsuki. “My dad is best friends with Katsuki! Don’t you know he’s the best hunter in our pack? He’s super strong! He’s even stronger than my dad!”

“Alright, alright.” His father’s large hand had silenced Eiji when it landed on his head. He turned him around to face the group of men in the distance. “It’s about time we go, ____. We’ll talk some more when we return!”

“It was nice meeting you, miss ____!” A bright smile shined your way from Eiji and Eijirou and they waved goodbye before leaving you to join the pack of wolves. You overheard bits and pieces of their conversation when Eijirou had nudge his son’s arm while they were walking away.

“See? Told ya. Nothing scary about humans.”

You could see the redness of Eiji’s blush from the tip of his ears. “I know… I wasn’t scared…!”

The small moment between father and son made you smile. You watched as they joined the group of men and shortly departed from the mountain with them. The warm company you felt from them was gone and you had to come to terms with the slight loneliness you felt after. It looked like almost half the pack was gone when the group of men left, some were left behind to do other labor work around the area and the women were scattered among the site with either children or friends. Some were carrying baskets to the pot which you guessed was food and other stuff they used to cook with.

You were still looking for a bathroom, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to find it on your own without some help. It was either wander around for hours in a place you weren’t familiar with or just go and ask someone. You quickly decided on the latter and walked up to the group of women gathered around the pot. They were opening the baskets and pulling meat out from it and putting it into the boiling pot. Once you were just a few feet away from them, they stopped, and all eyes were on you instantly. You gulped.

“Hi… um, I just wanted to know—" Immediately, you were met with snarls and baring teeth from the women. Your words fell from the sound, and your confidence faltered at the sight of their glares. The snarling didn’t stop until you had backed away from the group, a permanent scowl left on their faces when they resumed their work.

“Okay, not that group.” You spoke quietly to yourself. Already walking to a pair near another cave entrance, a mother and her child. They looked friendly enough to ask, especially because the mother was kneeled in front of the child and a smile was on her face as she talked.  “Hello!” You greeted.

And you watched as her smile dropped the second she heard you. She quickly stood up and pushed her child behind her. It was the same treatment you got from the last group, snarls and glares until she yanked her child by the arm and walked away from you.

Something was wrong. You glanced around the area and even though most wolves looked like they were intently working or minding their own business, tension lingered in the air. Like an awkward object was thrusted into the middle of their peace, and you were that object. You were invading them by just being. The barrier between you and the wolves were clearly visible, you didn’t belong here, and they were making sure you understood that.

Realization was hitting you at once. What made you think you could abandon your people and be easily accepted into another group different from your own? Especially when there’s a rift between them, a battle between prey and predator. You were a fool, simple as that. A fool who believed such issues between your people and the wolves would be resolved by simply being with Katsuki. Of course, they would still judge you. They didn’t trust an ounce of your presence.

“Hey.” You were swirling in a ditch of your own thoughts to where you couldn’t catch the sound of a gruff voice calling out to you. It belong to Katsuki who appeared almost out of nowhere in a seemingly different attire. It wasn’t much different from his usual, his baggy pants were now an off-white in comparison to the snow in the vicinity and his boots were the color of soot that stopped at the bottom of his calves where white fur puffed out from the tips. Bakugo’s top was a turtleneck, black, and thin where you could see the shape of the muscles of his arms and chest. And over his shoulders was a heavy cape of fur.

You didn’t have any recollection of when he appeared, and you didn’t notice his presence until you felt a hand on your back. When you came to, you met his hardened eyes with a gasp and jumped from fright. Katsuki couldn’t tell whether that fright was from being caught off guard or simply because of who he was, a wolf. He saw the fear in your irises and they reminded him of the night he met you. It’s been so long since he had seen it, since you looked at him like a stranger, and even if it was just a glimpse before you relaxed when you realized it was just Katsuki, he knew you still held some fear underneath that soft smile that had grown on your face.

However, he didn’t say a word and his eyes surveyed the area on what seems to be a normal day for the pack, but he didn’t need his heightened senses to know that the wind chill wasn’t the only thing making this place feel rigid.

“Come on.” With a small push on your back, Katsuki began to lead you to a path that led down the mountain and away from where the pack settled. The path was hardly ever used because the tracks imprinted in the sheet of snow looked like they belong to one other soul and the tracks added by you and Katsuki destroyed the remainder of the pure icy blanket. Katsuki had remove his hand from your back and held your hand to support you. It was such a small act and he did it without asking you. He probably didn’t think much of it or the significance of his actions. You didn’t know if it was a big deal for wolves but for humans, it was sign of affection from your significant other. If anyone were to see you two in this position, they would assume you were together, which you wondered if that was a positive thing. Clearly, Katsuki’s pack wasn’t fond of you and if they found out you were more than friends with Katsuki, they would be strongly against it.

Still, there was no denying the soft heat of your cheeks from his gesture and whether or not it meant a lot to Katsuki, it surely made your heart jump with joy.

The pathway led behind the mountain where the landscape opened into a wide valley. There were no trees in the area except for the ones in the distance upon the horizon. The valley looked as if someone had laid a large white sheet over it, a bed of snow with hills shaped as a woman’s figure. They looked dive-able to any child with a desire to muddle its pristine surface. Even you wanted to run and fall upon the fluffy hills, only to regret your actions immediately after once the stinging ice slip through the openings of your top and skirt and meet with your concealed heated flesh.

“Do you see them?” asked Katsuki as he pointed slightly to the left. At first, you had no idea what he was talking about as you couldn’t see anything but snow, but the longer you looked you began to notice something moving within it. They almost became one with the scenery, but their glowing irises gave them away. They scurried and ran about within the fields of ice, stoic as statues when they stood still and their noses high in the air. The look in their eyes were steady like Katsuki’s.

“Wolves!” You gasped. They were indeed wolves but not like the one holding your hand or the ones that live within the mountains. These wolves resembled dogs with white fur covering their bodies and standing proud on all four legs.

There was a small smirk on Katsuki’s face and he let go of your hand, “Don’t move,” and left you behind to approach the wolves, earning their attention with the crunch of the snow under his boots. Only one of the wolves broke away from the group and wildly sprinted over to Katsuki with its mouth open and its tongue flying in the wind.

Katsuki started to laugh and in a blink of an eye, the wolf was by his side, jumping excitedly and wagging its tail. It was amusing seeing both the wolf’s and Katsuki’s tail furiously wagging in each other’s presence. Such a boyish expression was upon Katsuki’s face as he kneeled down to stroke the wolf’s body and head. “Who’s a good boy, huh? Who?” He laughed again as the wolf dived on his back with his belly in the air and rolled around the snow like he was begging for Katsuki to rub his stomach. And his wish was soon granted when Katsuki’s hand went on his belly and brushed his fingers through his moist white fur. “Look, boy. There’s someone I want you to meet. Behave yourself, you hear? This person, she’s important to me.”

You couldn’t hear the last few words of Katsuki because he spoke it under his breath before he turned back to look at you with a faint smile. It looked sincerely peaceful and farthest from his usual scowl, he flicked his head to motion you to come and with a smile and your hands clasped together, you slowly walked towards Katsuki and his wolf.

But before you noticed any sudden moments from the wolf, Katsuki was already by your side. He moved behind you until your back was flushed against his body, he placed an arm around your waist and he cupped his hand around yours. The growl you heard was terrifying, even more horrific than the ones you heard all day. No longer was Katsuki’s wolf a sweet animal, rolling upon the ground waiting to get a belly rub, but was still on all fours with his head low, frightening large fangs bared with snarls that made your skin crawl.

You jumped in fear of the wolf pouncing on you when he took a step closer towards you.

“It’s okay.” Katsuki spoke near your ear as he felt you push against his body. You were practically shaking under the glare of the beast, he could feel it from the tips of your fingers to your waist under his palm. “Fenrir won’t hurt you.”

You wanted to believe Katsuki, but you couldn’t stop yourself from shaking. You bit your bottom lip and watched as his wolf, Fenrir, stalked closer to you. Katsuki had held your hand out towards Fenrir with his hand still clasped behind it. You flinched as you felt the wet nose of Fenrir rubbing against your and Katsuki’s fingers, he was sniffing your scent and trying to familiarize himself with you while still snarling. His gray eyes not once broke contact with yours as any sudden movement from you would probably cause him to attack. Definitely, if Katsuki wasn’t here you would’ve already been wolf food.

“This is Fenrir.” Katsuki proceeded in his introductions. “He’s named after our ancestor, if you didn’t know. Found him when he was just a pup and now he’s the leader of his own pack.” You glanced at the pack of wolves not too far away from you and they were all intently staring in your direction. You gulped as you felt the heat of their stare even at your distance. Certainly, they were waiting for you to make the wrong move.

It wasn’t until you felt a nudge against your hand when the pack started to relax. The snarling had stopped, and the fangs disappeared. Fenrir had pushed his head against your palms which made a soft chuckle leave Katsuki.

“See, all anyone needs is a chance.” Katsuki had long separated his hand from yours. You carefully tread your fingers through his fur, it wasn’t soft at all but was frizzy and needle-like because of the moisture from the ice stuck to its strands. You smiled gently when Fenrir licked between your fingers for no particular reason. “And in time... everyone else will grow to love you too.”

You knew Katsuki’s words held a deeper meaning. He knew you must’ve been feeling down about trying to interact with his pack and he took you out to cheer you up. He had an idea how fascinated you were about wild animals and how you would point out the smallest things from a white hare in the snow to the eagles that soar above the trees. He knew you would be excited to see Fenrir even though your initial reaction to him was fear. “Thank you, Katsuki. You know, I... almost regretted coming here. I thought I made a huge mistake.”

“Anyone would think so after abandoning their own people.” You felt the arm around your waist squeeze you softly, you wondered if Katsuki was trying to comfort you.

“I guess I thought I would be easily accepted, and I was ignoring the issues between my people and yours.” You sighed, pulling your hand away from Fenrir and dropping it to your side. “I’m a fool, Katsuki.”

Katsuki instantly clasped his hand over yours. “Don’t fucking say that...”

“No, it’s true. I am. That’s why it was so easy for me to leave... because I thought I had a place here. It was so easy to abandon my people because I believed I still had a home to come to. I may have a place in your heart but right now I’m stuck in limbo... I don’t belong anywhere. My people hate me, your people hate me... I...” You stopped. You felt like if you were to continue, the tears you were holding back would release and you didn’t want to alarm Katsuki with a sudden emotional outburst. Thankfully, Katsuki couldn’t see your face clearly, he could only see it at a certain angle but to him that was more than enough to see your scrunched-up expression.

“My people don’t hate you, if they did, you wouldn’t even be alive right now. They just don’t trust you yet, all you need is a chance for them to see how good you are. And don’t say you don’t have a home, alright! Where do you think you are?”

In your arms, you thought, little did you know you said it out loud as well.

“Exactly. As long as you’re with me, you’re home. I’m all you need.”

You laughed a little too hard at his words that an unexpected snort came out. It surprised even Katsuki. “You’re so arrogant! Did you really think that sounded romantic?”

“Sounded better in my head.” Grumbled Katsuki, looking away shortly in what you assumed was embarrassment.

“Yeah, well.” You smiled, turning your head as far as you can to press your lips to his cheek, it earned another surprise look from Katsuki. “Think harder.” You had to admit, even though Katsuki’s words just pertains to his self-absorbed personality, a warmth had bubbled within your chest once you heard them. Katsuki was just trying to make you feel better, that’s all it was.

“You’re such an ungrateful human, here I am literally offering you a home.” The harshness of his words betrayed the smirk that grew on his face, you could see a glimpse of his large fangs peeking behind his lips. Both of his arms were now around you and then he sunk his head into the crook of your neck to where you felt his chin upon your shoulder.

Your smirk mirrored his without the sharp fangs, of course. “And you’re the poor wolf that’s stuck with having an ungrateful human as a housemate.”

“I don’t think that’s such a bad thing.” He snorted. “Food and a bed warmer.”

You gasped, quite exaggeratingly. “Is that all you think of me as?”

“Hell no, if anything, you’re far from a bed warmer. I woke up on the floor today.”

You blushed when you realized he was talking about this morning. You didn’t expect him to bring it up. “I’m not used to sleeping with anyone yet so…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you get used to it.” You could physically feel the heat of your cheeks after his velvety whisper ringed in your ear. You heard the raw desire just by his voice alone and the rise of the rhythm of your heart singed to the pleasure that swelled deeply within you. You silently thanked the chilled breeze that blew against your body and splashed itself upon your heated face. If only Katsuki knew what he did to you whenever he acted with such carnality. He must’ve been aware at how suggestive he sounded, even though you were quite naïve on the matters of sex, you weren’t exactly clueless on when a man desired a woman.

Despite that, Katsuki’s words didn’t receive an answer and you stared at Fenrir, not necessarily paying attention to him, but just giving yourself something to look at while you wait for your pleasure spell to expire. Fenrir had returned to his pack after you stopped petting him and fell into a banter with Katsuki. He was now resting in the snow and becoming one with it in color. You welcomed the silence between you and Katsuki, it wasn’t an awkward one but one of comfort. You were basking in each other’s presence, you, specifically, were enjoying being in Katsuki’s arms. One thing for sure was, he was right about you feeling at home whenever he was close to you.

“It’s really cold out here.” You soon broke the silence and it made Katsuki pull away from you, but he didn’t go far. His hand soon found yours and held it firmly.

“I forgot humans get cold so fast.”

“Well, it’s amazing how wolves barely feel the cold at all. Such thin layers.” Your eyes scanned the top he was wearing in amazement.

“Perks of being a wolf.” He smirked, and you rolled your eyes. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“I already am.” Certainly, Katsuki didn’t expect you to say that and his initial reaction had his mouth agape and eyes slightly wide. That all melted once he saw a warm smile from you that had the power to melt the entire valley free of ice. He treated you to his own smile that looked more smug than warm and he squeezed your hand softly as he signaled to Fenrir he was leaving by a quick flick of his other hand before he started to lead you back to the pathway that led into the mountains.

Author’s comments: The next chapter is going to be exciting cause we get to learn more about the wolves and their culture. It's gonna be fun. At least for me.

To those of you mentally asking what happened to Izuku uhhh don't worry, he'll be coming back soon lol THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE LIKE, REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ON THIS SERIES IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY LIKE I REALLY REALLY AM SO HAPPY YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC. IT MAKES ME SO PROUD *UGLY CRIES*

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Can I request Jhope fic where reader is Namjoom's younger sister and he kinda has a crush on her? Like fluffiest fluff ever? :3

title: specialpairing: jung hoseok x reader ; kim namjoon x sister!readerfandom: btswarnings: /genre: fluff

summary: you wanted to meet your brother in the dorms for lunch, but when he suddenly gets a call from bang PD and has to leave, he asks hoseok if he could spend some time with you instead.

a/n: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS A HOBI REQUEST! MY PRECIOUS BABY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMG. ok sorry, I had to get that out lol. hope you like it bb (added hobi to my fandoms page!)

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Namjoondidn’t bring you around often, mainly because he knew that you were apretty girl and that he was dealing with six boys in their twentieswho haven’t been on a date in ages. He was the protective big brotherthat, even though he loved his band mates with all his heart, wouldrather not have you around them. Just because, in his mind, no onewas good enough for you. Not even them.

Butsince his schedule often prevented him from meeting you anywhere fordinner or even just for coffee, inviting you to the dorms was usually theonly option.

Asit was today.

Butthen Bang PD had suddenly called and asked him to come over, becausehe needed to discuss “something important” with Namjoon. And since youdidn’t pick up your phone, he was assuming that you were already onyour way here.

“Hobi-hyung?”Namjoon knocked on his and Jimin’s door, walking in a moment laterand finding Hobi walking out of his closet with a smile, “I need afavor.”

“Sure!What do you need?”

“Mysister should be here any minute, but I need to go over to Bang for..I don’t know, a meeting, apparently. Can you keep an eye on her,please?”

Outof all the members, he trusted Hobi the most when it came down toyou. It’s not that he thought the others would treat you badly, hejust knew that guys like Taehyung would immediately hit on you andthat wasn’t something that he wanted. But Hoseok.. now he alwaysbehaved like a complete gentleman around you and barely even lookedat you. Namjoon thought that was out of respect for you and him.

That the real reason for all of it was because Hobi had a huge crush onyou and didn’t really know how to act around you, he was obliviousto.

“Ofcourse,” he gulped, before he put on a smile again, “I’ll takecare of her.”

“Thankyou! I owe you one,” and with that, Namjoon closed the door againand left for his meeting.

Hoseoksat down on the edge of his bed, his heartbeat already acceleratingat the thought of seeing you again and, even more, being alone with you.

Itwas weird.. out of all the girls in the world, he never thought he’dfall for Namjoon’s little sister. But there was just something aboutyou. Maybe it was your smile, or the way you always laughed atwhatever he did or said. Maybe it was your eyes, that often studiedhim in quiet moments and could see right through his facade. Maybe itwas your compassion and the way you always offered to listen to hisworries, because you ‘felt like he needed someone to be himselfwith’.

Whateverit was, he knew that he liked you a lot and that he couldn’t tellanyone, because if Namjoon found out, he’d be furious. And both forBangtans’ and his own sake, he decided to keep it to himself, not wantingto cause any trouble.

But how was he supposed to suppress his feelings, when he would spend the day with you when no one else was around? How was he supposed to calm himself down, when your perfume was driving him insane? And how was he supposed to just sit next to you and act like you were just like everyone else, when in reality, you were so much more to him than that.

Nevertheless,he walked into the bathroom to shower quickly, before sitting down onthe couch in the living room and turning on the TV while waiting for you. However, it didn’t take long before thedoorbell rang and you greeted him with a smile when he openedthe door that quickly faded and was replaced by a surprisedexpression. 

You had expected your brother, not your crush.

“Oh!Hobi!”

“Hey(Y/N),” he smiled brightly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, before opening the door a little widerand letting you inside, “Bang PD called Namjoon earlier about ameeting. I’m sure he’ll be back soon, though.”

“Oh,alright,” you laughed shyly and looked around, “Are you.. alone?”

“Yes.The maknae’s are at dance practice, Jin is grocery shopping andYoongi is.. actually, Yoongi is probably in his studio.”

“Ofcourse,” you took off your shoes and walked with him into theliving room.

“Doyou.. uh.. want something to drink?”

“Thankyou,” you nodded and sat down on the couch, while he made his wayinto the kitchen.

Oh,this was really bad. Hobi had always been special for you. Hispersonality and his smile having weaved their way into your heart andyour crush was slowly but surely developing into something more.You’ve known him for a while now and each time you and him talked,you noticed yet another thing you liked about him.

Whenothers were around, you could push your feelings aside and couldpretend that you were just friends, when in reality, your feelingsfor Hoseok were far more than that.

Being alone with him felt like a date.. something that you yearned for, but would never have the guts to ask. Not just because you thought your feelings were one sided, but also because of your brother.

So youtook a deep breath and tried to calm down, smiling happily at himwhen he sat down next to you and handed you your glass.

“Thankyou so much.”

“So..,”he began, squirming on his spot on the couch, not really knowing whatto say.

Usually, there was so much you two talked about, having similar interests and all that. But you were always in the company of others when doing so. Being completely alone was new for you.

“So..,”you repeated. In all your nervousness, you didn’t even realize thathe was just as tense as you were.

“Howare you?”

He tried to keep it casual for now, pretend like this was a day like any other. Try, was the important word here, because he could already smell your perfume and he had the urge to slide over to you, just so he could be closer to you.

“Good..yeah.. good. And you? Namjoon tells me you guys are really busyagain?”

“Yeah..you know how it is. Interviews, fan signs.. all of that,” henodded, looking down at his fidgeting hands, while you took a sip fromyour juice.

“Areyou getting enough sleep? Eating enough?”

Helet out a chuckle and finally looked up at you, finding you smiling alittle at him. 

Itwasn’t just him you were worried about, obviously. But he alwaysloved it when you asked him, personally him, if he really was takinggood care of himself.

“Yesand yes.”

“Good,”you took a deep breath, putting down the glass on the table again andleaning back against the cushions.

The TV was still running, so at least you both could divert your attention to something else. Or, you know, don’t, because even though both pairs of eyes were on the screen, you couldn’t focus on anything that was airing. All your focus was on the other.

“Youah..-” he cleared his throat, “..look pretty.”

You were surprised at that and slowly turned your head to look at him, a blush already spreading on your face, but he still had his eyes on the TV.

“Youthink so?” you looked down on yourself, pretending likeyou were looking at your outfit, while you just wanted to hide theeffect the compliment had on you, when he had suddenly turned his head to look at you as well.

“Mhm..”

“Well..you do, too. I mean.. handsome. You look handsome.”

Itwas ridiculous how you acted like 15 year olds. Hoseok tried to tellhimself that he was like that because you were Namjoon’s sister and because he wanted to treat you right, buthe knew that that wasn’t true. Well.. it was partly true. But it wasn’t the real reason. He just wasn’t confident around you atall.. and maybe that was because he had never felt something like whathe felt for you and it scared him a little. And maybe it was becausehe was afraid that you didn’t feel the same way.

“Could you please just ask her out?” Yoongi stood in the living room, a disgustedand annoyed look on his face, “My entire body is cringing justlooking at you two.”

Bothyou and Hobi immediately jumped up, as if you had been caught doingsomething you weren’t supposed to. You know.. like making out, when in reality you were just talking.

“Ohno.. we weren’t..-” he started, while you, at the same time said:“No.. Hobi isn’t interested in me.”

ButHoseok turned his head to look at you and the look he gave you wasenough for you to ask: “Or are you?”

“I..uhm.. I mean..-,” you blinked at him, completely baffled, becausein no way did you think he reciprocated your feelings. Hobi took adeep breath, knowing that he couldn’t hide it forever and this was the best moment to come clean, when saying, “I am.”

“Really?”the way your face lit up, your smile brighter than he has ever seen before and your eyes shining as if they almost sparkled, made Hoseok let out that breath he held,his body beginning to relax.

“Really..”

Andwhen you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck, while hewrapped his around your middle, both of you not having expected the other to like oneself as well, Yoongi let out a disgusted ‘Ew’,before walking into the kitchen. 

But as soon as he was in the otherroom, he grinned from ear to ear, muttering a quiet: ‘Finally’.

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Love Forsaken

Requested OneShot : hanahaki disease~ a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one sided love. If the love is not returned the person suffering can only escape the disease through death or surgery to remove the flowers along with the emotions connected to them.

Word count:2602

Warnings: Character death, blood, angst

A/n: Alrighty so I honestly didn’t know very much about this fictional disease besides fanart and some mentions of it in other places. I’ve never written anything quite this angsty before but thanks to Chevelle’s The Red and James Arthur’s Say You won’t let Go playing on repet all day I managed to come up with this gem of a story lol. If it gave you feels of any sort please don’t hesitat to let me know~ Leave a like, hit that good old reblog button or even drop me a comment! I love hearing what people think of my work and appreciate the feed back. And remember, requests are still open!

Mother always told me. Be careful who you love. Of course...the last time she said it to me...she was choking on those damn lilies.

The doctors wouldn't let me speak to her after that. And when they told me she was gone, I swore never to fall in love. Not if it meant ending up like her.

“Y/n come on! The boys are getting out of dance practice soon. As soon as they shower we’ve got to go!”

I snap back to reality, makeup case in hand as I turn to my coworker. Her sweet yet concerned smile reminds me that I'm here to do a job so I simply nod,taking a deep breathe before grabbing my backup case from the floor and follow her to the company van.

Tossing my cases in beside the others I climb in and sit resolutely beside Rose. Her concerned smile shines again as she places a gentle hand on my arm.

“Y/n what’s wrong? I can tell something’s up.” Her whispered words echo in my mind but I shake them off, giving her a pained smile before turning to face the front of the van.

“Just thinking about the past. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine, I promise.” I whisper, patting her leg companionably.The rest of the crew begin to pile into the van so she chooses to let the subject drop but I can tell this isn’t the last I’m going to hear of my listlessness.

We reach the venue, some radio station in L.A. One of many press stops in a long list of stops along this tour that I’m sure is going to be the death of me. The crew and I, managers, personal assistants, makeup artists like myself, and hair stylists including Rose, begin to unload from the two staff vans. Cases and tools in hand we swarm the green room, setting up our stations and preparing the room in general for the chaos that is soon to be getting our 7 charges ready for mindless questions that have been asked before and reporters that seem to never do their homework.

It’s another 15 minutes before they themselves arrive so I make a quick dash to the restrooms. Standing before the mirror I gaze at myself without really seeing. As a professional I usually tend to try out new looks and styles on myself, to ensure I’ve got them mastered before I attempt them on anyone else. But today...I’m just not feeling it.

Barefaced and trembling I splash a bit of water on my face. It’s okay y/n. It’s just another day in a life devoid of real passion. Just get through this and you can retire to the quiet safety of your hotel room. Just breathe. Just...breathe…

Drying my face quickly I rush back to the green room, just in time to see the much beloved Bangtan Boys making their way down the hall. They seem in good spirits, laughin and pushing each other and that’s good. That’ll make things easy if they’re in good spirits.

I make my way to my station, setting out a few brushes before grabbing the theme sheet and scanning it quickly. Foundation, primer, gloss and shadow are within easy reach as my first charge plops good naturedly into my chair.

“Good morning Noona!” A brightly smiling Jimin says, waving to me from beneath his cotton candy colored bangs. I smile blandly down at him as I set to work, cleansing and priming before hiding his face away behind several layers of makeup. His eyes are rimmed in smoky coal and a slight pink tinge spread along his upper eyelids and I’m done. Smiling down at my handy work I pat his arm.

“You’re all done Jimin. And don’t worry. You’re english is getting much better. Don’t be afraid to speak up if you understand the question okay?” My attempt at reassurance seems to work and his smile shines brighter, eyes disappearing into those crescent moons everyone seems to love.

“Thanks Noona. You always know how to make me feel better.” he stands, giving me a quick side hug before making room for my next canvas.

My heart stills but I push the feeling deep deep deep down. He smiles up at me, his bright white teeth flashing in the overhead light and I press a smile back as I set to work.

“How was practice Jin?” I ask offhandedly. It’s not that I want to know the answer, I already know.

“It was rough. My calves are aching like they’ve been gnawed on by a hundred rabid dogs.” he chuckles good naturedly and I hum in response, not daring to speak more than that.

As I take my smallest brush and set to work lining those plump...luscious lips with gloss he places a gentle hand to my arm. The room stops. Time stills. The air refuses to fill my lungs. And yet my unfaithful traitor of a heart beats so rapidly I fear it may burst.

“Y/n-ssi? What’s the matter?” his soft voice seems to whisper to the blood rushing through my ears and all I can feel is the warmth radiating from his palm into the skin of my forearm.  I’m only aware of those chocolate brown eyes staring into mine, filled with concern as they scan my own. And it feels as if he’s trying to read the words written on my very soul.

“I’m fine Jin-ah.” I whisper, forcing the lump in my throat down as I return to the last of my work. He frowns, seeming unhappy with my answer. He opens his mouth as if to press the issue but Namjoon-ah saves me as he announces it’s time to go. The boys gather, hyping themselves up as they go over the last of their notes with their managers. Jin’s frown deepens for a moment as he holds my gaze but Taehyung quickly rushes over and pulls him away. They chant to themselves, gathered in a circle with their hands pressed together before shouting, hands thrust into the air and quickly they’re led away by their managers.

The room is left empty as the other stylists have followed them out, surely to watch the interview and to be on standby in case one or the other of the idols ruins their look as Taehyung and Jungkook are prone to do. I sigh, leaning against the makeup counter. But suddenly that sigh becomes an itching tickling cough. Lodged in the back of my throat and choking off my breathe for a moment. The panic sets in.

No.

This can’t be.

I rush through the halls, making my way to the half remembered bathroom as the itch strikes again. I gag as I force my way through the door. Gripping the sink’s edge tightly the itch becomes a heaving, wrenching surge of emotion and pain and I’m seeing stars of darkness. Tears burn hot streaks of panic down my cheeks as I stare in fear at the single white petal staring up at me from the drain. Tiny specks of blood on the pristine petal seem to mock me..

A lily.

As hard as I tried. As desperately as i struggled to force these emotions away. And my failure stares me in the face. Mocking me like some demon tormentor. And I’m remembering my mother’s face, white lilies flowing from her mouth in waves like some nightmare fountain as my father turned his back on her and walked out the door, his mistress tucked into his side as she cackled shamelessly at my mother’s pain.

This can’t be real.

This can’t be happening.

A silent scream builds in my chest but it’s quickly cut off by that aching itch once again. No! I can’t let this happen! Acting in haste I run the faucet, icy cool water flooding my palms as I hastily swallow several mouthfuls of water. And the itch is gone. Forced down into the depths of my chest. But the fear remains.

Because I know what comes next.

I splash more water on my face, my eyes meeting my reflection in the silvery mirror before me. There’s panic written all over my face but I have to hide it. No one can know what’s going on. No matter how badly this turns out. I have to finish this tour. The crew is depending on me to carry my weight and I can’t let emotion affect my work.

Drying my face and hands I turn from my reflection and leave the confines of the bathroom. I have to pull myself together. There’s no point in dwelling if I have work to do…..

When I return to the greenroom  it’s bustling with activity once again.

“Y/n where were you?” Rose rushes over. That concern is back in her tone and I’m shaking my head.

“I’m fine Rose. Just had a stomach ache is all.” my whispered response is barely heard but it seems to satisfy her as she turns and makes her way back to her station. I follow behind, resolute in my need to cover my general discomfort.

He’s not made it back yet...good. I can finish packing in peace and leave without having to face his silently questioning eyes.

As I’m gathering my things i begin to relax. But the feeling is fleeting as a large warm hand finds itself resting on my shoulder. My eyes widen in panic as they stare down at my trembling hands.

But the deep rumbling timbre of a male voice quickly puts me at ease. “Noona can you help me?” Slowly I inhale, allowing the air to slowly escape my nose as I turn to give Taehyung a kind smile.

“What is it Tae?” I ask, proud of the fact that my voice isn’t quivering nearly as much as my heart was just now.

“Sorry y/n-nooni but…”His hand brushes at the hair on the back of his head and he turns, revealing that the clasp of his choker has gotten caught in his hair. “Do you mind helping me? Everybody else is busy and the harder I try to get it out the worse I seem to be making it…”

I chuckle to myself, used to this from Taehyung by now. And so with adept fingers and delicate focus I begin disentangling his silky, silvery hair from the clasp, so focused on not pulling his hairs out that I don’t even notice a second presence coming up to stand beside him.

“Thank you!” Tae sighs once he’s released, turning to shoot me a gracious smile before making his way back to his things.

“What would we do without you?” Jin asks, his voice causing my to jump backwards in fear and clench my chest as my heart races steadily into my throat.

“Ah...J..Jin! You scared me!” I manage to get out around that painful itch in my throat.

He pouts, his hand brushing my arm and causing me to jump again. “Hey, I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I just wanted to let you know how much we appreciate all the help you’ve given us.” He smiles,  a gentle affair that has my eyes drinking in his handsome features hungrily like a desert camel that’s been led to an oasis of cool crisp water.

“I know we don’t always show it. Yoongi especially since he’s so emotionally constipated. But without you and the others to back us up we’d be nothing.” He chuckles, shaking his head as he turns to look at the others who as packing up their things in preparation to move on to the next interview location.”But you especially. You keep us grounded. Remind us that we’re human and not singing, dancing machines.”

He returns his focus to me and his smile shines within the darkest depths of my soul. “So thank you. And I hope that you’ll continue working with us in the future.” He grins and winks at me, giving me his signature flying kiss before turning to leave as well.

It’s not fair…

I cough.

Not fair!

I heave.

Why did this have to happen now??

I’m racing from the room, blindly stumbling down the hall, pushing past people in an attempt to reach the bathrooms once more.

I swore this wouldn’t happen to me! Not after what happened to Momma!!

My throat swells, clogged...so painfully clogged.

There, is that it?The bathrooms?

The heaving turns into gagging and I collapse to my knees. A pair of white sneakers stands before me. And through the ringing in my ears I hear Namjoon cry out my name.

I can’t hold it in anymore. The flowers flood forth. White petals coated in blood clots all over pristine white Pumas.

There’s screaming.

My eyes lose focus.

Are those sirens?

The wailing fills my senses. And the pain drives my mind to the brink of insanity.

I can’t hold on.

It’s too much…

***

Jin sat quietly in his chair as Rose finished crimping the last of his fringe. The normally jovial man sits staring at his reflection, a look of confusion plastered on his face.

“What is it Jin?” Rose asked him quietly as she set the crimping iron on the makeup counter.

His eyes met hers and she tilted her head in a quiet frown as she watched pain begin to fill his features.

“I...was talking to y/n earlier today. I wanted to let them know how much I appreciated them but… I haven’t seen them since. And everybody I talk to seems like they want to avoid the issue. Like...something happened to them.” He lowered his head, an uncharacteristic frown replacing the confusion.

“Did I say something wrong?” He whispered, sadness and guilt pulling at his chest like a child’s game of tug of war.

“Oh Jin..” Rose inhaled, reaching out to pat his arm quietly. “Y/n was rushed to the hospital. We haven’t heard anything about them so everybody’s worried and doesn’t want to say anything in case the worst happens…”

His eyes go wide as he jumps up, startling poor Rose and causing her to knock the still hot iron to the floor.”Ah, I’m sorry I...I’ve got to go see them!” He scrambles, nearly overturning his chair in his haste to leave the room.

Namjoon stops him at the door, angrily reminding him that they still have one last interview to do. “We’re all worried about them hyung! But they wouldn’t want us to abandon ARMY like this. Come on. One last 15 minute interview and then we’ll all go check on them okay?”

Jin groans in frustration, for once actually hating his idol status. But Namjoon is right.

And so they finish their interview, Jin’s replies just as listless and short as the other boys. And when the mics are removed and goodbye’s to the hosts are said, everyone rushes hastily from the building, piling into cars and vans in their haste to make it to the hospital.

Jin forces his way through, demanding to speak with a doctor in broken english. Namjoon steps in as the other boys restrain him, translating their need to see their colleague.

The doctor speaks.

Namjoon’s eyes widen.

Jin needs no translation. He can see it in the doctor’s eyes.

He screams, tears of fury streaking down his cheeks.

Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook struggle to keep him from collapsing to the floor.

“It’s too late. I'm sorry...they're gone…”

[hahahafangirl]

To My Muse (Solangelo!AU)

Hi everyone it seems like I’m on team Solangelo now. To My Muse

Pairing: Solangelo (Nico di Angelo/Will Solace)

Rating: K+

Summary: At this point, all Nico di Angelo wants to do is to finish the draft of his final book. Also at this point, all Will Solace wants to do is works through the summer to stay alive. Perhaps there are many things else that they also need, but they aren’t aware of them, yet. Okay, maybe they just need to do it step-by-step, and thus that first step is at The Flying Ship. To @fangirlingatthreeam, whose prompt inspire me greatly to start writing again (lol) ------------------------------------------------------ 1. Maybe it’s time to get out of your room.

Nico di Angelo was not amused. At all.

His mornin-- afternoon. Yes, afternoon, started at precisely 5:30pm by the immense sunlight pierced through his window; which, was properly shielded by his thick, charcoal-colored curtain, promptly designed and positioned so that this particular, specific, discrete, exact, distinct situation could be avoided. Impossible. Absurd. Insurmountable. Irreparable. Futile. Impervious. Out-of-question.

Gods, if only his bursted brain cascaded this much vocabulary in the last week, then this blasted situation would have been avoided.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves. The exact cause of Nico's sudden awakening from his beauty slumber, beside the fervently scorching Californian sun, was Jason Grace - his saving grace, most of the time, but currently, his greatest curse - enthusiastically threw out his arms and let the curtains flew over to two sides, deliberately letting the raging shines engulf the enchanting darkness of sleep in his one, single attempt to wake Nico up. Jason's answer, if he was ever be interrogated for his profound crime, would be "I ran out of shit to give." It doesn't matter that Nico had already slept for sixteen hours, gods, he haven't had a proper rest in the last seventy-two hours that lead to such state, but it was not the time to be awake yet. Time is an illusion, and the only clock Nico followed is his own heart.

And thus, Nico fought. Intensely, passionately, fiercely, for his liberty, his right to continue to fake his ineluctable death by simply closing his eyes for an immensely short period of time in a dark room.

"And what the fuck was that, Grace?!"

"The sun has risen, Nico, around twelve hours ago, and was about to finish his shift. I just want to make sure that you're not dead -- well, you have a book to finish afterall. By the way, Piper wants me to remind you that the next checkpoint is three weeks away from now."

"Well, yes, thank you for your tremendous, most genuine concern. I'm sure that Ms. McLean would not be pleased to find out that I died in your merciful care."

Oh, did Nico mentioned that he is a writer?

Yes, he is a writer. Yes, his series is a hit. And yes, Nico doesn't live with a roommate for sheer economical purposes, but for humanity's sanity over making sure that he is alive and shield the paparazzi's attempt to convince T*mblr and Tw*tter that Nico di Angelo, author of the successful "Dystopian 20.48" series, is indeed a vampire. Just,... no.

He spied, with his tiny crack of eye-openings due to the need to sleep, that his blond roommate just rolled his eyes. "I appreciate the... appreciation, Nico. But seriously, you need to stop this."

"Stop what? Sleeping? Working? Writing? Being an author? Breathing? Make yourself clear, Thunderboy."

"I swear to the gods, Nico, that thunder after my speech in eighth-grade was a coincidence-- and by 'stop this', I mean 'stop your dysfunctional sleeping schedule and fix it.'"

"How so, Grace? Didn't I just slept," Nico paused, turning his head slightly to look at the clock on his desk "through the evening?"

"I don't know, Nico, you are 23," Jason dramatically paused, massaging his temple "you ought to know how to take care of yourself by now."

"Don't bring ages in here, Mr. I'm-a-25-year-old-mother-hen-that-sleep-in-my-Superman-themed-bed."

"Nico, the point is, you can't just not working in a week and then just rushed yourself the next three days writing and not doing any, anything else." Jason flung his arms out, again, slightly forwarded his body and glance his blue eyes around the room, trying to make a point "I know you got writer block and sometime need to rush for deadlines, but Nico, take care of your health for once."

This is a speech that is too familiar to him, Nico silently thought, a variation of a multitude of scolding he received from this exact Jason Grace, started from seventh grade, when Nico started douse himself to the idea of writing books, to now, this very moment, and perhaps will continue for the rest of his ephemeral life. Nico knows he was being melodramatic, but whatever.

Still, he got what the older boy was trying to say, and kind of regretting his life choices. Surely he would not live, functionally, this long, without the saving grace that is the care of Jason. And even though Nico was pretty sure that this situation will happen again, at that moment, he almost promised to not project himself into this kind of working habit again. Jason seemed to pick up on it, too - Nico's penitent aura, that's it. He sighed, long and tired, like a mother just finished scolding her premature son for some misdemeanor he committed again and again despite her reasoning.

"Fine, just... get out of here, your room, the apartment, I mean. At least go to the new coffee shop right across the street and tell me how the drinks tasted like. I heard that they served pastries, too."

"Fine, Mom." Nico answered, sarcastically, and went to the bathroom door, right at the edge of his room that is connected to the one, single bathroom in the apartment. Bless the designer, for not making Nico to walk out of his room for his humanly need, or at for least giving him that illusion.

Afterward, Nico did just that. Walked to the coffee shop, laptop in his messenger bag -- at least he got outside and attempt to be productive, Jason cannot disapprove of that -- and calculate how much his conversational word-limit should be.

"Good afternoon, welcome to The Flying Ship, how can I help you today?"

Well, that was before how breathtaking he realized the barista was.

The first thing he registered through his eyes was the kid's blinding smile -- toothy, genuine, immersed in sunshine, charm and happiness -- then the curly mop of hay-colored hair hidden in his dark green cap. Hay-colored perhaps was not the best, nor the most accurate narration Nico ever made in his life. His hair was the color of hay, drenched in the lavish, divine golden hue of the sun -- just like how Nico captured the shade of the rice fields of that August he spent with his family, with the early afternoon fire dancing through the land, sneakily give kisses to his olived skin and the grains, along with the soothing warmth of Bianca's hand safely engulfed his palm. The safety and peace assured his yet to be tainted soul. His eyes, sky blue, Nico noted, were different. They sparkled through the fluorescent, blinding light of the shop, tranquil and limpid as the summer sky yet so passionate, as if the vast blue outside was actually a part of the orbs. They reminded Nico of no memory in particular, though sent him a feeling he longed to embrace - a specific kind of equanimity that even his words can't yet to described, a passion so distinct that no matter how much he tried to tune the color wheel again, the hue produced never, ever precisely transcribed that feeling.

The boy behind that counter was his blessing and curse at the same time, though this situation is different than Jason's case. Jason was with him long enough for his case to be practical, and the stranger in front of him only sent emotions and feelings. The boy was peace and passion, simultaneously. Yet, the brighter shade of his physique reminded Nico of calmness and the quieter shade reminded him of raging emotion.

Gods, had he already fallen for the boy that hard?

Nico realized, after finishing his dramatic depiction of the stranger, that he must looked like an idiot after standing still, eyes gorged on the sight of the worker right in broad daylight. He must flee now, Nico thought, about to chicken out another potential human interaction, before reminded himself of cakes and coffee.

It's not Jason's fault that the good coffee at home ran out, he reminded himself.

Robotically, Nico moved toward the counter, though leaving some space in between to signal his attempt to read the menu first before ordering. He hoped that the barista would not mention, or better yet, noticed, the awkward situation that was Nico di Angelo staring at his face several seconds ago. He settled for macchiato, and told the boy such:

"One expresso macchiato, please, with no sugar and a bit more cream."

"Yep, and may I please ask for your name?"

"Nico."

"Alright, 'Staring-doe-eyed-boy'"

"What?" Nico can felt his face becoming more of a tomato-hybrid, the summer heat become bit by bit tenser.

"Nothing, Nico-sir."

"Seriously, drop the 'sir', and what did you just call me again, before that?"

"Seriously, dude," the barista -- Will, his nametag said -- let out a small laugh "You can't just blatantly stare into anyone's face and expected them not to notice."

This time, Nico allowed his face to blush, full-force; no, more of that Nico can't stop the crimson to flood to his cheeks, red the shade of embarrassment and awkwardness.

"No problem, though," Will, the Golden Boy, had a wash of guilt over his freckled, tanned face "People gaze a lot once they stepped foot in here. It's not a typical shop, after all. Though I do appreciate you taking in my... visage, first of all things." Will smiled over the purposefully cringy French accent, the corner of his lips turned mischievous and playful "Is that all for you?"

Oh, yes, the order. He forgot "Can I get the blueberry mousse, too? And... one chocolate cake pop."

"No probs, Staring-Guy," the teasing smile was at it again "Your total would be $14.30."

"That's... quite nice, compare to most place these days." Nico noted, his eyebrows raised in an amusing surprise, and fished out the bills from his pocket

"Well, we tried our best." Will cheerily smiled, accepting the money and clicked a few more button on the cash register. His long, delicately shaped yet calloused and strong, carefully picked the change; then, with his unwavering smile, drop the coins to Nico's hand. "Your order should be finished by several minutes. Enjoy your time!"

Nico silently nod, though his facade cannot completely hide the steaming embarrassment left over from several minutes ago, nor the fact that Will's pure, blinding smile melted at least some frost in his lonely heart. They were probably just "customer service smile", Nico reminded himself, try to keep his heart from preaching to high to the sky, though the fact that he felt the need to control such feelings was enough to judge how... infatuated he was with the barista.

If Percy Jackson was here, he swore, that boy would have already made a "your type" joke, just for the sake of relieving the high school nostalgia.

With Will temporarily out of his sight (such unfortunate), Nico had his time to give The Flying Ship a complete, thorough look. The concept is not foreign, yet fairly new in this part of the world -- a book-themed coffee shop. The Flying Ship -- though at this point Nico would like to shorten it to 'the Ship', or 'the Boat' if he decided to be less nice -- the interior walls were painted by a faint, bright yellow, shining enough to pop-out the color of the shop, yet translucent and just light to ease the soul. Along the walls are flimsy notes drew by markers and ballpoint pen, as if the shop deliberately encourage clients to leave lovely words on their walls (though, some little shit will decided to sabotage the nice intention by carving some vulgarities, just like how we was in high school). Strangely enough, there were pure white clouds painted on the walls, as if the sky is truly in a pastel-yellow shade and the blue out there was just an illusion. Along the walls are bookcases -- at least ten of them, Nico estimated, each were brimful with covers and words. Half of those are teen and young adult novels, it seemed like, though there were a mysterious number of equally intriguing thick books, as if people are really about to read Les Miserables at a coffee shop. How did they got such tremendous amount of books, Nico doesn't know, yet soon after he spotted the poster near a bookcase: SELL YOUR OLD BOOKS AND RECEIVE COUPONS! written in bright neon sharpies and elaborately decorated, the arrow pointed to the register.

At that very moment, Will's beaming voice entered Nico's mind, not fake, overly sweet yet bear the candied taste of nectar (or what he imagined that taste would be). Will was calling his name, since apparently his order was completed. Nico was so lost in thought and his observation to judge how fast or slow the service was, but that's not really important. He quickly picked up the tray, tried to not make any awkward, unnecessary eye contact while also tried to balance said tray by his two hands; he was careful not to spill the coffee, and picked the elevated area of the shop. Said seating space looks quite cute and inviting, perhaps since it was foreign as well, and people tends to examine and taste the flavor of the exotics; especially if it was something as simple as a seating style, completely, reasonably within one's comfort zone. For all intents and purposes, they traveled and get thrilled in every small, strange and new aspect of life. That's being said, the table was very, very comfortable: the table is low, kotatsu-styled, in which one the only fluffy object between their butt and the floor is a cushion pad. It was adjacent to the glass wall, which was bestrewed here and there with cute, tiny doodles on the rainbow-colored rows of post-it notes. He could see the busy, hectic street outside yet completely removed from it; as if for once, one would enjoy only witnessing life through their safe glass boundary, completely invisible and out of touch with the frantic beat of life outside the glass. Two separate worlds; an audience beholding a manic yet melodious and graceful play. As if the intense heat from frictions outside was translated to warmth, filtered through the glass, and percolate into his heart; pure energy without the chaotic side effects. And that's why it seemed very, very comforting.

His choice of seating did not take into consideration that it was the place that enabled him to most conveniently seeing everything that Will does behind the counter. Not at all. If asked, it was because "I had a lot of stuff on my tray and don't want to risk it."

He also didn't bargained for the eloquently flowing river of words inside his head, nor the fact that his "writing" style has gotten quite sappy inside his brain. Not at all. If asked, he would answer that "Maybe Jason was right; getting out of my room was a good idea!"

He opened his laptop and began to write the next part of his story. He got an inspiration.

Two lovers, in an abyss of a dystopia; the make-up camping site, the quiet, atypical moment of freedom and a project of destruction. ----------------------------------

Hope y’all enjoy this mess lmao it had been a while since I stopped writing. Btw, the book that Nico is writing in this fic is currently parts of a series that I really, really wants to work on in the future, so I’m hoping that one day I could bring myself out to write it haha. If you reached this point, thank youuuu so much for reading this fic, and please support me so that I can be motivated to not dropping this fic off. <3 All criticisms are welcome, I would absolutely love it if y’all have any comment on anything about this fic.

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Something Flutters Pt. II

Written By: Admin T.Pot Summary: Not everyone knows at once when they’ve fallen in love. And although you are the expert, you’re blind to your true feelings. The feelings you have make you uncomfortable hence gives you the idea that it’s unpleasant. Something… flutters… inside whenever he’s involved. But maybe it’s not always negative. A/N (PLEASE READ): Again, for those who know mythology really well;; I’m sorry if these don’t really match up with the actual myths, but it’s just my twist on it so please bear with me TT it’s just a fic LOL;; Another thing, you might get confused along the way but here’s an easy guide: Aphrodite (goddess of Love and Beauty) = Y/N Hephaestus (god of Fire [and like craftsmans / metals / etc.]) = Chanyeol PART I Word Count: 6,000

It wasn't until a week later when Chanyeol finally came out from his crafting room. His butler was worried sick. The god didn't think to eat, sleep, or even put down his tool during the past week. The butler had no idea what he was working on, but it seemed pretty important. Chanyeol never dismissed a message from his parents since he was born. It was the first time the god ever rejected a message.

"I'm going out," Chanyeol said.

"Where to sir ?" the butler asked with concern.

His master looked as if he was about to drop dead in the next minute.

"I'm going to Aphrodite's," Chanyeol said as he grabbed his over cloak and flung it across his chest over his shoulder.

"Sir, might I suggest you get a bit of rest before you leave ?" the butler suggested.

"I'm not tired-" but Chanyeol's words were cut off when he saw his own reflection in the mirror before the front doors; And seeing his tired look, he finally realized the growling in his stomach. "Alright. I'll visit her tomorrow."

"I'll prepare some food. Meanwhile sir, please take a shower," the butler smiled as Chanyeol accepted his plea.

The maids hurriedly prepared the bath. When they saw Chanyeol walk into the elaborate, white marble bathroom, they blushed at his top bareness. Although he was considered the ugliest god, he still passed as one of the most beautiful beings, and the human girls who served the gods couldn't help but swoon at his beauty and even so with the other gods.

They bowed as Chanyeol stepped into the bath. Once he was comfortable, one of the girls brought a cloth strainer with some dried flower petals and other mixes of fragrant plants to help with soothing his tensions and slowly swerved it around in the pool. Chanyeol relaxed with a sigh as the scent of the floral herbs put him to rest.

Chanyeol decided to dunk his whole body into the deeper part of the pool. He closed his eyes and thought about what he was going to say to Y/N. Just then, Chanyeol's butler came into the bathroom with a tray full of Chanyeol's favorite simple delicacies. As he placed the tray down next to the pool, Chanyeol splashed out from under deeper waters and flung his head back. He raked his hands through his hair then rubbed the excess water off his face.

The sight made the girls blush. His perfect body was different from the other gods. His body was tan from working near fire and his muscles were defined through hard labor. Other gods had wonderful bodies but most were light-skinned. The sight of water dripping down his delineate abs made the girls imagine things they shouldn't know till marriage.

"Sir, your replenishments," the butler noted.

"Thank you," Chanyeol smiled lightly.

He moved back to the edge of the pool and sat on the level. He reached for some grapes before digging into the main dishes. He stuck out his tongue to hold onto a grape with the help of his top front two teeth. The gesture made the girls gape.

"Sir, might I sugge-"

"You suggest a lot of things," Chanyeol laughed but still allowing the man to say what's troubling him so.

"Might I suggest you don't seduce the maids ?" the butler finished, taking Chanyeol's words lightly, knowing his god wasn't being serious.

"Seducing ?" Chanyeol questioned looking at the girls, clearly not understanding what his butler was saying.

"Sir, even if you yourself believe you're ugly, you're still inhumanly beautiful to mortals and other beings aside from the gods," the butler tried to keep in a smile, adored by the way Chanyeol was so humble.

"Is that so..?" Chanyeol looked confused. "But I don't know what I did to be seducing them."

The girls giggled at his statement, making the two males look towards them; One of two glaring at them for their impertinence, and the other still confused as to what he did or said that was so funny, and also, seductive.

"But what's the point ? I can't seduce the one I love, let alone make her laugh," Chanyeol sighed.

"Give it time, sir. I'm sure the goddess of Love wouldn't hold back once she knows you better," the butler smiled warmly.

"Well, so much for that.. We're to get married soon," Chanyeol scoffed.

"Really, my lord ?! Congratulations !" the butler clapped in glee.

"No need, I'm sure she hates me more at the moment," Chanyeol sighed.

"What do you mean ?"

"Father and Mother forced- no... suggested," Chanyeol slouched. "And which god or goddess will defy the god and goddess of the gods and goddesses ?"

The butler let out a laugh. When Chanyeol looked at him, the man shook his head, telling him his words sounded too repetitive. Chanyeol shrugged and ignored the insight.

"I'm sure she'll come to love you, sir," the butler smiled.

Chanyeol replied with a weak smile. He dismissed them all wanting to be left alone with his thoughts. He needed to prepare what he was going to say to her tomorrow. And he didn't have much time since the wedding was to be held the day after tomorrow. He closed his eyes and tried to focus, but the growling in his stomach clouded his thoughts.

Food first.

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"Lord Hephaestus, my lady," I turned around as I heard the maid announce who's come to visit.

I rolled my eyes at the name. The wedding was to be held tomorrow, and I was really hoping I could spend more time alone for this one last day. But he just had to visit.

"Come in," I replied.

The door opened and I saw Chanyeol with a slight blush in his face. He pursed his lips together in a shy matter and slowly walked in. The maid closed the door behind him, leaving us alone. I stared at him as he avoided eye contact.

"Is there a reason why this couldn't wait till tomorrow ? You know we're going to be living the rest of eternity together," I asked, sounding more rude than intended.

"I-I just... I just w-wanted to tell y-you some-something before... ummm... to-tomorrow... " he stammered, bringing his right hand up to scratch the side of his head, a habit of his when he was talking to me and probably when he was baffled.

I waited for him to go on, but he didn't. He just stood there and looked at me as if he was waiting for an answer.

"Well ?" I asked, giving him the 'permission' he's been waiting for.

"O-oh, r-right... umm..." he seemed to hesitate for a bit but then made his way closer to me.

His huge build always made me uncomfortable. Ares, his brother, was the god of War, but why was Chanyeol taller than him ? It never made sense to me why. There were gods whose responsibilities required a bigger build than Chanyeol's required, but Chanyeol was bigger than any of them. Was this also the reason why I don't like him ? Because I feel inferior ? But that shouldn't be the reason because all the gods were bigger than I was and I like them stable.

As he was making his way closer to me, each step he took made something in my stomach churn. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling and I wish he would stop getting closer, but since we’re going to get married and I have to spend the rest of eternity with him, I sucked in some air through my nose and tired to ignore the feeling in my gut.

“I just wanted to do it the right way instead of just flying with it,” he blushed.

Just when I thought his face couldn’t turn into an even darker shade of red than now, he surprised me by getting down to his knees and taking something out from his pocket. This caused him to flush even darker. And seeing the small box in his large hands, I knew instantly what he was about to do.

He slowly opened the miniature box in his hands and revealed a delicate silver ring with thin lines of vinery carved in. There were glistening diamonds embedded in a row; Seven in total, three on each side and the one in the middle being slightly bigger than the others. The ring itself wasn’t all that fancy but I could tell that the engraving and the stones were carved intricately with much attention. The cuts of the stones were so precise that they seemed to shine brighter than most of the stones I’ve seen.

It was simple, yet beautiful. I’ve heard from others that he locked himself with his work for the past week, but I guess the reason was to make me a wedding ring. I stared at him who seemed to take a moment to gather his words. And seeing him made something stir inside of me.

“Y/N, my love. Aphrodite, the goddess of Love and Beauty, will you marry me ?”

His voice was steady, unlike the usual stutter that he always had. His eyes were filled with honesty and plead, love and affection. I could feel the heat rushing into my face. Why ? I was proposed to by many gods before, it wasn’t anything new. But distracted by the way his fierce eyes were staring into mine, I nodded without realizing. But I would've had to say 'yes' anyways.

His eyes turned into a bright red and it seemed to sparkle. His lips curved up into a wide smile which I have never seen before, since he's always frowning and looking like a puppy who needs to go pee. He hastily took out the ring from the box and reached out to grab my left hand. I flinched at his touch. His hands were really warm and I couldn’t help but think they made me feel safe rather than feeling disturbed like how I would usually feel.

He slid the ring into my fourth finger. And at the touch, the ring illuminated into a light blush of pink and the diamonds seemed to sparkle brighter than when the ring was off. I kept staring at the ring, not knowing how to feel about the way it fit perfectly on my finger, and so I didn’t realize Chanyeol’s face falling from the excited smile he had a few moments ago.

“Do you not like it ? Should I fix something ?”

I glanced up to see that Chanyeol was now back on his feet and closer than I last remember. He was hovering over me with his hands protectively on each side of my elbows. His right thumb gently rubbed against my upper arm and his left hand had a firm yet gentle grip on my elbow. His touch tickled my skin and I could feel his worry.

I avoided his eyes by lowering my head. I still didn’t know what this was. The feeling in my chest felt uncomfortable. It felt as if something was grabbing onto it and no matter how much I wanted to get rid of it, it was still there, gnawing at my patience. I felt like I was suffocating and I couldn’t breathe properly.

I gazed back at the ring on my fourth finger and the thought of him locking himself up in his work place the past few days just to make this ring popped up inside of me. My brows furrowed even more when I imagined him working so hard for this little object that probably wouldn’t have much meaning to me. Do I even appreciate the effort ?

“Love…?” Chanyeol’s voice was almost a whisper as he lowered his upper body to level his eyes to mine.

But as soon as I heard his raspy voice calling out to me in plea to say something at the least, the tightening feeling in my chest intensified. I needed to get away from him. I needed some space to breathe and I couldn’t do that with him looking at me the way his was.

“I need some rest,” I turned my head away and cringed myself free from his soft hold.

I felt his arms drop and still felt his worry. But he didn’t move from where he was. He just stood there.

“No, I’m not going to back out of the marriage. I really am just tired and would like some rest,” I assured him.

“Alright, then you're really okay ?” He asked timidly.

I nodded. Chanyeol took a step away but then he pivoted and moved in closer to give me a kiss on top of my head.

"I'll see you tomorrow ?" his voice was low and deep.

And again, there was that uncomfortable feeling that was pricking at my chest. I nodded again, hoping he would leave already and relieve me of having to feel these odd sensations. Chanyeol left with a weak smile. I stood still where he left me and tried to calm down from the uproar inside of me. His last expression left me broken. The way he looked at me was so filled with emotion I feel the love he has for me every time we are near. And knowing this, it makes my heart clump up to the point where it hurts.

The fact that I would have to live with these feelings for the rest of eternity made me wonder if I was really up for this marriage. But even if I was against it, which I was from the beginning, I don't have the power to oppose Zeus and Hera. If they want me to marry their son, there is nothing that I can do to decline.

I looked down to the ring that was still sparkling bright pink and looking gorgeous. A slight smile curled up on my lips without me knowing. And in that moment, I thought it wasn't so bad to marry a man who was so passionate about the work he does with such a kind and gentle heart. But when I realized I was smiling, I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts going through my brain.

"It's just marriage," I assured myself. "Just marriage."

I was really hoping the feelings that were cluttering up in my chest would leave when Chanyeol left, but it was still there; Maybe even worse than when he was here.

-----

"You're so beautiful," Artemis complimented.

I blushed and thanked her for her kind words. I was sitting on a couch as Apollo and Artemis stepped into my waiting room in Hera's temple which was the grandest wedding temple of all. I was all dressed for the wedding and the siblings came to give their wedding blessings. Or at least Artemis was giving her congratulations.

"Finally settling down. Thought you would never," Apollo smirks.

"Oh please, you haven't even gotten married so you have no right to say anything," I rolled my eyes at him.

"Touché," Apollo shrugged in agreement.

Artemis rolled her eyes. She came over to sit on the couch next to me. The young goddess' eyes were glittering with adoration and excitement.

"I'm so glad you're marrying Hephaestus. I think he's the perfect match for you," she laughs.

I gave her a look of question.

"Everyone knows he's deeply in love with you, and honestly I think you are the same. You just haven't realized it yet," Artemis smiles.

Now my expression turned from question to confusion.

"Oh please Aphrodite, you cannot be the goddess of Love and not love this man," Artemis rolled her eyes.

"She'll figure it out," Apollo laughed when I couldn't answer Artemis' statement.

What she said was true, but I was pretty sure the feelings I had for Chanyeol wasn't love. It couldn't be. I love everyone but the way I feel about him is different from the others. I feel so suffocated when I'm near him and I don't think that is the feeling of Love. Trust me, I know.

"What do you mean 'figure it out' ? Don't you guys think I would know what love is ?" I ask, a bit annoyed at the fact that they thought this way.

Seeing the way the both of them awkwardly clear their throats and broke eye contact with me told me that they knew they've just offended me.

"Of course, we don't mean to offend you. It's just that from our perspective-"

"We'll just go," Apollo interrupted his sister. "We'll see you when you walk down the aisle."

And with that, Apollo pulled Artemis by her wrist and left the waiting room. There were others who came to visit after the twins had left and they all congratulated me. I accepted their blessings with a smile, but what the twins said was still stuck with me.

Soon, I was lead by one of Hera's servants to stand at the entrance of the wedding hall. It was then when I realized I was actually going to get married. And to the one being in the whole universe I felt uncomfortable around. My heart started to speed up and my breathing became uneasy.

I tried to even out my breathing. The girl noticed my worried expression and asked if I was alright. I gave her a nod with a weak smile. The girl's concern calmed me down a bit. At least, I wasn't shaking anymore And in just a few seconds, the girl let me know that the doors will open. I gave her another nod. I dropped my head and closed my eyes to take another soothing breath before everything started.

I heard the door open. I lifted my head and slowly opened my eyes. There was sweet music playing softly. The girl gave me a polite nod, signaling for me to start walking. It was then I averted my eyes towards the end of the aisle and saw Chanyeol. He seemed more gentle than his usual overpowering masculinity. His white attire wrapped delicately around his wide chest and the strand fell at the back of his shoulders.

Chanyeol's expression was filled with astonishment, just like everyone else in the room. But his face turned into a wide smile with eyes shimmering with excitement. He looked like a puppy getting a treat, or even a kid at a candy shop. It was cute. My lips twitched into a slight smile at his innocence.

The two of us didn't break eye contact the whole time I was walking down towards him. And each step of the way made my heart tremble more actively, but it wasn't as unbearable as all the other times I've had these feelings in my chest.

When I finally reached the end of the aisle, Chanyeol reached out his right hand to me and I took it without a second thought. He pulled me up the stairs and we stood alongside each other as we faced Hera. She had endearment in her eyes and a loving smile. I gave her a smile back when we met eyes. Her eyes squinted in affection. And after a few words from her, she turned her attention to Chanyeol.

"You may now recite your vows," Hera nods.

My eyes widened. I didn't know that I was supposed to prepare a vow. No one told me. I gave Hera the look of confusion, but her eyes never met mine. I felt Chanyeol's calloused hands sliding into mine. I turned my head to him and saw that his whole body was facing me. I moved my body to do the same. He reached out for my other hand and held onto it with an assuring grip.

I looked into his eyes, hoping he could tell that I was taken aback. But just as I wanted to telepathically tell him I was unprepared, I felt as though he was telling me that it was okay with the way his eyebrows lifted with an understanding curve of his lips. The gesture made my heart flutter.

"Y/N, I know that I wasn't really the one you were looking for. I know that I have a lot of aspects missing from the requirements of being the husband of the goddess of Love. I can't offer much. I'm not like other gods who are outstandingly good-looking, I'm not mighty like them and can't go out to the battlefield to protect the ones that I love, and I honestly don't know anything about women so I can't promise you the happiest life. But what I can promise you, and trust me when I say I will pull through, is that I will love you for the rest of eternity and more."

Chanyeol started with a slight quiver in his voice, but the more he said, I felt him becoming more confident in what he was saying. I felt the sincerity in his tone and his eyes glistened with pure honesty and love.

"Ironic, really, because you're the goddess of Love. And I'm sure you've felt the love I have for you multiple times. I don't know if you're willing to accept it and I knew you were uncomfortable with it, but it's the first time I've ever felt this way. I will admit, there were times when I was questioning my love for you. I would constantly ask myself if this was really love or if it was just obsession on my part. But the more I tried to disregard all these emotions, I found myself falling deeper in love with you."

Every word he was letting out and the form of his expression shook me. The way his facial features changed to whatever he was saying, his eyes that were filled with emotion that he seemed as if on the verge of tears, and the way he lightly tightens his grip to certain phrases and words that were meaningful to him; everything seemed so full of affection.

"I know this marriage isn't something you intended and of course you deserve the best, but I promise to love you more than anyone can. I fell in love with you from the moment I set my eyes on you. I never imagined you would be mine, and yes, I've tried and desperately wished, but never have I believed that you would be mine. And even if I have your body, I might never be able to have your heart. So I will love us twice- thrice as much; maybe even more. However much I have to, to fill for the both of us."

I saw the tears swell up in his eyes, leaving them red. He was putting so much effort into holding them in. It pained me to hear the words from his mouth. He has confessed before, multiple times. But never has it been this emotional. Just imagining him keeping all these emotions to himself during all those times I didn't accept him made me feel so guilty.

I've felt the guilt before. But never has it been this bad. I responded to him quietly with a light squeeze to his hand. And in that moment, his eyes widened in surprise at my response to him for anything. Of course he would be startled. I never responded in any way, especially through body language.

"I... I love you so much..." a teardrop trickled down his cheek.

His brows were furrowed in confusion. He let out a sigh full of pent up emotions. I let go of his hand to lift mine up to smoothly wipe his tears. Once our skin made contact, he closed his eyes and more tears ran down both sides of his face. He let out another weary breath. And for the first time, I felt something other than annoyance from the discomfort or guilt towards him.

There was silence. But none of it seemed awkward nor did I feel out of place. I didn't care what others had in mind while we were just standing here. All I wanted and needed was for him to know - to feel - that he was now at peace. I haven't prepared anything for him, but I made a vow myself to be true to him.

"...I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride..." Hera's voice was soft, gently breaking the silence.

Chanyeol slowly opened his eyes. Eyes red from the tears. He asked me if it was alright for him to kiss me through the lift of his brows and yearning eyes. I gave him an apparent grin and nodded.

He quickly pulled me in by the back of my neck with his free hand. Our lips locked instantly and I jumped at the sudden intrusion of personal space. His other hand let go of mine to hold onto my waist, holding me in place. His lips were unexpectedly soft. I imagined him to be rough and dry, but they were the complete opposite. Instead, they were warm and I felt a pleasant shiver down my spine.

I felt safe in his arms, and very much loved. Although I knew that he had an unconditional love for me,  never have I thought that I would come to feel the same way for him. The moment I felt the thrill of his warm lips, I realized that I would come to love him, just like how everyone has told me.

Chanyeol delicately removed his lips from mine, leaving me feeling a bit empty. I opened my eyes to see that his were still closed with his brows furrowed again. I lifted my hand to cup the side of his face. He flinched at my touch and opened his eyes in surprise. I gave him an assuring smile, telling him that it was okay. His brows gradually relaxed and his lips curved into a weak smile.

He brought his hand up to meekly hold onto my wrist. He then turned his head towards my palm and gently placed his lips at the center of it. I blushed at the loving gesture. I didn't realize that others were clapping and cheering. It just felt like the two of us, but I couldn't ignore them as soon as I heard them. I turned to the congratulations and the blessings.

Chanyeol's hand parted from my waist and grabbed onto my hand that was rested on his arm. I glanced at him with a wide smile and he returned it. We started walking down the aisle as others threw flower petals as we walked down. And in all my life I've never felt happier.

-----

The wedding was long. Gods and goddesses drank till they started to forget who they were. Even the servants joined in on the celebration. But Chanyeol and I escaped the party and headed to his- our home without letting go of each others' hands till we got there.

Chanyeol was like an excited puppy. He kept talking about all the things he's prepared for me during the week he was away. He started with the ring but before he could finish, he felt that he had to build a master bedroom, my study, my shrine, a garden, and more. He wanted everything to fit the goddess of Love perfectly. He was excited to show me everything that he's built.

I was excited as well. I needed to tell him. These feelings that's been growing inside of me since the reception. I wanted to let him know that he is in the same position as I. But I also didn't want to interrupt his delighted bragging.

Once we stepped into his mansion of a house, he pulled me towards everything he wanted to show me. It was a mess though. He couldn't decide on one thing and so we ended up going back and forth multiple times. But it was okay. I loved listening to his voice. His positivity flourished my love for him even more, making me question why I avoided him all those years.

He then finally wanted to show me the garden. I followed him; but I don't think I have much of a choice than to follow since our hands were still holding onto each other. Once we stepped outside, a small tree in the center of the garden gradually started to light up in a pleasing glow that was easy on the eyes. It evenly lit up the whole garden but had a dim radiance. The beauty left me speechless. All I could do was gape at the brilliance.

"Do you like it...?" Chanyeol asked cautiously.

I turned to him, giving him the same expression.

"Umm.. Look," he seemed to have taken my reaction in the wrong way.

He pulled me towards a little terrace. It was elevated so that we had to take a few steps. A bench was built onto the lower part of the wall which only came up to about my waist so that it was open but I could still rest my back onto it. Behind the terrace was small pond with little fish swimming inside. I smiled at the pleasant atmosphere of the garden.

I turned to see that Chanyeol had been staring at me with a gentle smile as well. Once our eyes met, he slightly jumped and avoided my eyes.

"I- there- I built you a new... umm... s-shrine..!" Chanyeol laughed awkwardly as he tried to lead me to show me the other things he built into his home for my convenience.

But instead of following him, I stood my ground and pulled on the hand that I was holding onto. He turned around at the resistance. He first glanced at my hand then moved his gaze up to my eyes. I lowered my gaze onto our hands as the urge to say the words that have been running in my mind since the reception has been growing inside of me.

"Is something wrong...?" Chanyeol leaned in by bending his upper body to see my face.

Instead of answering him, I stepped backwards to sit on the bench of the terrace while pulling him with me. He easily followed and sat next to me. His hand gripped my hand a bit tighter with a slight tremor, as if he was scared of what was to come next.

But even though we sat down, I couldn't bring myself to say the things that I wanted. Instead, both my hands were playing with his fingers, slightly rubbing the knuckles of his big hand, tracing his every outline. His hands were hard and rough with calluses due to his line of work. But even so, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was rather warm and sturdy.

"Y/N...?" Chanyeol asked, his voice vibrated with uneasiness.

"Chanyeol-ah..." I felt his hand flinch, clearly in surprise. Of course. I've never called him by his name, but only by his name of the gods. I heard soft whimpers of him trying to make out words. But before he could say anything, I felt that I had to say the things I was holding.

"Chanyeol-ah... You know, at first, I thought the feelings I had for you were negative and it was because I didn't know what it felt like to love someone. Funny how I'm the goddess of Love, but didn't even know that the feelings I had for you were love." I let out a meek laugh.

"The first I met you was that one meeting of the great gods. It was about the war and you were required to come. Before that, even though there were celebrations and parties that were held, you never attended, so I never got the chance to meet you. And honestly, since I was the goddess of Love, I had the same feelings for everyone. But when we finally met eyes, I felt this feeling inside my stomach. I thought I was sick that day. But the more we met and the more we interacted, I realized that it was only when we met and interacted. I thought it wasn't love because I am the goddess of Love. And also because the feelings I had for others and the ones I had for you were so different.

The day you came over to tell me how you felt for the first time, the feelings I felt from you were so overpowering, I was taken aback. I could feel the intensity of the feelings you had for me. And at that time, all I wanted to do was avoid you cause everything that involved you like my feelings and also yours was so new to me.

But I realized today that you're the only one I felt this way for. And once I've accepted to let you into my heart, and let the love you have for me to fill me up, I finally knew that the uncomfortable feelings weren't really uncomfortable.

I know that I've been rude, impolite, ignorant and many more to you. And the more I think about how you had to go through every insulting word that came out of my mouth, it fills me up with so much guilt. So I don't know if I have the right to tell you this now...

But... I love you..." I looked up to see that Chanyeol's face was agape with tears flowing from his big red eyes, lips quivering, and even his hand trembling with feeling.

The sight of him sent a dagger to my heart.

"I'm so sorry for making you go through such a painful experience... How hard it must've been to feel so much love only to be shut down by the exact source. If you were ever to shut me out... I-" Chanyeol tightened the grip of his hand and shook his head violently, letting me know that that will never happen.

Seeing how much he needed me to know that he will never leave me made my heart ache even more with the love I have for him. Tears blurred my vision of him, but I tried so hard not to let them fall. I had no right to shed a tear.

"Although I'm the goddess of Love, I had so little knowledge of it myself... But you were patient with me... Waited for me... And I'm so thankful for that. So I vow to never leave you as well. I will love you unconditionally as you have done for me. Just thinking about how it must've been so hard for you..."

Chanyeol shook his head again.

"I hope you forgive me for making you go through so much pain..."

His hand let go of my now limp hold and wiped my cheek. It was then that I realized I was crying. I lowered my face, ashamed that I let that happen even when I knew it wasn't my place to. But Chanyeol brought his other hand to cup both sides of my face. He gently forced me to meet his eyes. When I saw him, he had a calm smile of understanding. And in that moment, my heart burst with the feelings of gratitude and warmth.

"You don't have to feel sorry at all, my love... Loving you is a privilege... I'm so grateful that you came into my life. Of course I wished for more but I never wanted to force anything on you. So please don't feel you need forgiveness for anything. You are here with me now, and that's enough for me. You have no idea how much joy you give me just by being in existence even during the time you hadn't realized your feelings. Now that you say you love me, I feel as though I could die of happiness. So please, don't dwell on the past. There's nothing to forgive. I love you, and you love me, there is nothing more to do than that. So let's do only that." Chanyeol smiled. "Yea..?"

I closed my eyes and nodded at his question, giving him a bashful smile with a sigh of relief.

"I love you..." Chanyeol softly kissed my eyelid then moved to down to my lips, giving me short consecutive pecks.

"I love you too..." I sighed with a grin and kissed him back.

[jubilantwriter]

Of Stray Petals and Midnight Escapades

((Eeeeeyyyyy here’s a short gay drabble based off an middle school mp100 au by the great @novafirst1 featuring Tsuchiya and Shou’s mom, hereby called Akane Sasaki because. I rp her. LOL.))

She can’t understand it.

It’s midnight, and the silvery moonbeams that are supposed to shine in her room are being blocked by some shadowy figure, and that shadowy figure is throwing gravel at her window. More gravel hits her window with insistent tapping, so she groans and gets up, shuffling over to the window and opening it. Gravel rains upon her face, and a surprised gasp follows suit.

“Oops. Evening, Tsu-chan!”

“Senpai. It’s midnight.” She rubs her face, cracking open her eyes to see the figure of her fiery-haired senpai perched comfortably in the tree that faces her window. “…Did you break into my neighbor’s yard again?”

“No! Well. Yes. But!” Her senpai waves her hands defensively in front of her, as if it’ll help her case. “This tree has the strongest branches I’ve ever seen! And it’s the closest thing to your room. Why are your parents okay with this tree leaning into your property anyways?”

“Because it’ll be a hassle to cut down the old thing.” They’ve had this conversation a million times already she thinks, but that doesn’t stop her from leaning on her window sill, chin resting on her palm. “Besides, you like this tree. If you found out the tree was gone…”

“I’d probably get turned in for breaking into your neighbor’s yard.”

“Well, I guess-”

“But I’m sure that won’t be happening any time soon.” Yet. “Anyway, this tree is my precious getaway vehicle, and tonight we’re gonna go out on an adventure, Tsu-chan!” Her senpai has an easy smile on her face, but she can see the real mischevious intent in her eyes, the moonlight giving her eyes the extra gleam it needs to really show off her impish nature.

“Trees don’t move.”

“But you do, so get a move on!”

“…Sasaki-senpai. It’s midnight.”

“Ohhh, ouch, pulling out the last name too. You know you can call me Akane-chan, right? Call me Akane-chan.”

“…Mmmmmm-”

“Akane-chan.”

“-mmmmmmm-”

“Akaaaaneeee-chaaaaaan.”

“-mmmmmm… no.”

“Double ouch.” Tsuchiya rolls her eyes and hides her amused smile against her palm.

“…what even are you planning tonight?” Akane hums in thought, tapping a finger against her chin.

“…have you ever seen the cherry blossoms at night before?”

“No…?” That’s because she’s doing what every other normal person does, which is sleeping.

“That’s what we’re doing tonight!” Akane crawls forward on the sturdy branch and offers a hand out. “So come on! We can only burn so much moonlight!”

“…I’m still in my pajamas.”

“No one is going to see us or care.”

“I kind of do.” This time Akane rolls her eyes.

“Then change quick!”

She can’t understand it. Even as she sighs and turns to change in her bathroom, she really can’t understand how her senpai has all this boundless energy to come and pester her every. Damn. Night.

But she finds herself fully changed and accepting the hand, allowing herself to be carefully pulled onto the branch. She’s bigger than Akane, with more muscle and height than the redhead could ever dream of having. But she knows from the way she grips her hand and has an arm wrapped around her shoulders that if the branch were to break, or if Tsuchiya were to slip, she would never let her fall. Even if it meant a dislocated shoulder.

That hospital visit wasn’t too great, but it was interesting to see just how well the doctors and nurses personally knew Akane that night.

Akane’s grin is all mischief and glee, but there’s a gentleness there when she helps Tsuchiya down the tree and leads her by the hand. She watches the ponytail swish back and forth across her senpai’s back, and she wonders if these midnight escapades are worth all the missed hours of sleep.

It’s when they reach the cherry blossom trees that she understands why her senpai was so insistent on taking her out at night. She sees the petals dancing elegantly in the slight breeze, the moonlight catching the pale pink of the blossoms and painting a breathtaking scene for just the two of them.

“Isn’t it pretty, Tsu-chan?” Akane turns to Tsuchiya, eyes made brighter by the moonlight as she looks eager for her response.

Tsuchiya can’t help but think her senpai looks prettier in the moonlight.

“…yeah.”

She can’t understand it. She can’t understand the way her senpai seems determined to drag her out and show her all these things to her, and only her.

But what she does understand is the warmth of her hand, the soft fingers intertwined with her more calloused ones, and the way the breeze makes the loose strands of her fiery hair dance just like the pink blossoms in the quiet night, a color more vibrant and, in Tsuchiya’s personal opinion, more prettier than the soft pink of the flowers.

Yeah, she thinks she can understand that perfectly.