#no sugarcoating straight angst half way through

[tomatoswup]

phone calls

summary: two old rotary phones begin the connection between two souls. One from the past and another from the future.

warnings: angst, literally angst, sad vash :(, hurt/comfort but its not the comfort you think it is. kinda more like an acceptance comfort

pairing:vash x reader

-inspired by the movie "The Lake House"

A/N: am i a fiend for writing angst? yes. do I like reading it? NOPE. wanted to get this out before I hustled on school work hehe. But fun fact this was originally longer but I rewrote and condensed it b/c I thought it was too long for just a one shot lost media typa beat. honestly i don't think i wrote this right but fuck it we ball. I recommend reading this with the saddest song you have bookmarked. Enjoy!~

"Hmmm...Well you got some personality to you.” You mumbled, staring at the old red vintage rotary phone sitting in front of you. How did you come to achieve this old relic of time? Well in short terms, you liked to think about it like an equation.

Old attic + mischievous white cat = you adventuring to go find said cat and to your dismay, said cat scares the living ever hell out of you making you lose balance and fall backwards into endless towers of boxes.

Fun times right?

Those bruises weren't gonna be….

But that was the least of your problems at the moment. As expected, the rotary phone suddenly started to ring, shaking and clicking in itself, making you sigh in disappointment. Grabbing the phone, you yanked it up to your ear “Hey, yeah I don’t think this is gonna work.” You deadpanned “Now we know that we're always gonna be connected, what is this? The 5th time?"

"Damn and I thought you hanging up would’ve solved the problem. I don't think we could connect with anyone else though! I asked the farmer about it and he had no idea!" Chirped the male on the other side of the line.

Of course! It sounded like a normal conversation between two individuals but even Einstein himself would've been baffled at these circumstances. Imagine this, you find an old phone and you had been playfully talking into it until a voice actually responds without it being connected. Strange right? And no, you were sure you hadn't been seeing any strange figures on the sides of your vision.

Now here you were, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on alongside the man who had introduced himself as Vash The Stampede.

"21st century my ass, Google isn't doing shit!"

"Wait hold on now, did you just say 21st?"

"Yeah? Something wrong?"

"Uh well.. It's just that its actually the 32nd century."

You blink a few times "No, it's not. My calender literally says it's the 21st century. It's general knowledge."

"No I'm pretty sure its the 32nd century!" Vash snapped back.

Silence filled the air on both sides.

"WAIT A MINUTE-"

And thats how the unknown man from the future and you hit it off.

After this discovery, the two of you talked on the phone for a while, sharing things about each of your own time periods. And you slowly found yourself enjoying the conversations you would have with Vash who you soon found out, was pretty goofy in his own way, but kind. And unknowingly, Vash felt the same way.

What was an accidental and odd situation turned into practically an everyday thing for the both of you now.

After work, you always looked forwards to that red phone on your nightstand until one day, you decided to decorate it with cute little stickers because why not?

After all, it was fasinating to hear things about the future. Sometimes you'd laugh at the way Vash described it, like something out of an old wild west movie.

"It's all just desert! Really!" He groaned out as you chuckled, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you put books and CD's away on your bookshelf "At least you can make some cool sandcastles or something!"

"With what water?"

"Your tears." Snorting, you listen on as he whined through the receiver. "Hey but just imagine me helping you build them! Makes it hurt less."

Vash let out a exaggerating sigh "But seriously, it's not always sunny were you live?" He asked curiously.

"Nope!" You smiled, slipping one of your favorite books into place "It changes every so often really. Depending on the season." You hummed out, looking out the window to your right to see the drenching rain down with its spring showers.

"Season?"

"Sometimes it rains and sometimes it gets super cold. Other days it just gets too hot and if we're lucky, we get days with perfect temperatures. Its never the same but I guess that's the beauty to it here. Every day is a new sight no one could really get tired of. "

Or a new headache.

Vash stayed quiet on the line, and you imagined how he looked like deep in thought. Eyebrows furrowed, his supposed pointy blonde hair messily spread out across his pillow, and eyes as blue as the sky looking up at the ceiling in concentration.

…Okayyy that’s enough out of you.

He didn't say the eye part himself but you liked to ponder on the idea.

"That sounds beautiful.."

And to that, you smiled. "Yeah, it kinda is."

But something in your head made you stop and look down at the book you had in hand, unsure if you wanted to say anything.

"Hey Vash.."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry that I'm the only person you could really reach with this thing. I know you really wanted to talk to your friends.."

"Why are you apologizing? It's not everyday I talk to someone from the past! From even before No Mans Land!”

You sigh and slip the final book away to which Vash adds in one more sentence. "And even if you weren't, I like talking to you."

You scoff in good humor "You're lying blonde."

"NO I"M NOT!" Vash gasps out dramatically "Oh how you hurt me so!"

"Hardy har har." You chuckled, shoving a box of things you wanted stored away in the corner of your room. "At least I know I'm speaking to someone as beautiful as the nightsky!" He huffed out trying to sound manlier.

“Yeah? Now how could you tell that?"

"Because I know a pretty and kind soul when I hear it."

E-Excuse me?

Your face flushes red "Alright cowboy are you trying to soften me up?"

"Pftttttt nooooooo~"

Your conversations never ceased to end, and when talking to Vash about practically everything, it felt...comforting. To know there was someone to listen to your struggles, and listen to his own. It felt so intimate.

Sharing about your life on Earth, the things you do and him speaking about his own life and travels around his home planet.

One day, Vash and you had been talking for the night and he mentioned something that gave you a sense of familiarity.

PROJECT SEEDS.

A large project that's been reported on the news for more than a few months now so of course you caught onto that. You've watched their segment on TV before. Something about bringing life to other planets?

You knew the Earth was dying, scientists had announced that someday in the nearing future, the very sun that shone down on you, would destroy you. But did that really matter to you anymore?

The project had been accepting registrations for boarding their new ship incase it happened. Your sister got to register in time but you had been too late. All the slots were filled.

That was a very odd day to say the least.

But that didn't stop you from speaking to Vash.

"Vash, do you ever think you'll see me in the future?" You pondered one night as you were cuddled up in your blankets, the cold being unbearable this winter season.

"Well, I hope so. Sometimes it gets tiring speaking into a thing of metal and plastic hehe.." You could practically hear him playfully grin through the receiver.

You gripped the handle of the phone tight as tears threatened to leave the corner of your eyes.

"I hope I get to see you one day Vash.."

He went quiet for a moment.

"I do too.."

That night, you slept with the phone held to your chest as the fluttering feeling in your stomach never ceased. And you didn't want it to.

Vash had made it a routine to call you every night at exactly midnight to check in on how you were since he couldn't really do it in person either way. And every time he called, it felt as if he heard your voice for the first time all over again. The warmth in his chest made him smile when you answered the phone with the nervous pitch in your voice.

"Vash?"

He found it theraputic to listen as you talked about your day, the normalicy and peace No Man's Land and that his own life had lacked.

Hanging out with friends, reading in libraries, and more.

How he loved it.. Hearing you speak so fondly, so excited, it felt refreshing to Vash.

You were full of life

And Vash wouldn’t trade it for anything.

With every time you spoke his name, he felt like melting into a puddle. He just wanted to hear you repeat his name over and over again, and no, he'll never get tired of it. He could spend an eternity laying in the dusty bed of the farmer’s home just listening to your voice. Listening to your worries, your hopes, and the momentary jokes you would tell him.

But as the days passed, after one full year and a half of the two of you speaking over the old rotary phone, you answered the phone one night with a change clear to Vash. You sounded so weak, so sickly and out of breath.

"Are you alright?" He asked, hearing loud shuffling and things falling on the other line.

"I-I'm fine!" You coughed out as Vash peeked out the old wooden window in the room he was staying in, spotting Wolfwood and the broadcasting girls waiting for him to join them.

"Are you sure?" He breathed out in honest concern, feeling his fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.

"I'm fine Vash, seriously." Your voice weakly echoed through the receiver "Just a little sick, that's all.."

"Please make sure to get some rest okay? I'll ring you when I come back."

"Promise?"

"I promise lov-" Vash caught himself, quickly shutting his mouth.

"Hm?" You hummed out in question.

"Sorry a fly got caught in my throat! Hahaha!" He played off before sighing.

"Take care of yourself, for me okay?"

"I will, I will.." Before Vash put the phone back onto the base, you said one more thing.

"Love you." And with that, the familiar ding of the phone receiver on the other line rang through Vash's ear, signifiying the end of the call.

And Vash was left in utter silence and awe. Love. Love you said. Him?

A fond expression instinctively grew on his face, yet the churning feeling in his stomach wasn't one of butterflies, but one of dread. He couldn't help but leave with the gut feeling that something was wrong.

When Vash returned back to his room and picked up the phone at the same time the two of you would call each other at every day, there was no reponse.

He called your name and no sound came out of the other end. So he put the phone back down onto the base and lifted it back up again to his ear as the same dread slowly seeped into his chest. The room was starting to feel a bit more heavier than usual.

"Hello?" He breathed out nervously as he felt his forehead start to sweat.

"Come on.." He muttered to himself worriedly. Maybe you weren't home in time and had gone to the doctor. Yeah, maybe that's the reason. So Vash left the phone alone for the night for the first time but the prodding feeling in his chest didn't leave.

He tried the next night.

No response.

Maybe you had stayed over your parents' for the day.

He kept the phone by him whilst he napped, waiting for the ring of the phone to wake him up like an alarm, but that didn't come.

He tried the next night, the next night, and continued for the next 3 months until finally.

One night, Vash just stared at the old red phone that hadn’t rung since that day, anticipating at least one final call, one last goodbye from you. Sitting on the bed side, he kept his eyes on the phone until finally Vash couldn’t hold it anymore and cried. Clear waters falling down his cheeks as he tightly held the phone to his chest in desperation.

Did you forget about him?

Did you find the love of your life and decided not to bother with him anymore?

'Come back.'

'Dont leave me please.'

'I love you."

'Please speak to me.'

The string of desparate thoughts ran through his mind as the burning sensation grew in his chest. He can't breathe. He gasped for air as his quiet wails filled the night.

Don't go.

The morning after Vash permanently left the farmer's residence. Of course, he took the phone along too, incase you ever decided to ring back but to Vash's dismay, it never did.

And Vash thought back to you, from time to time, stil wondering if you remembered about the red phone that sat in your room and the idiot blonde on the other side of it.

2 years had passed since that night, and both Vash and the gang found themselves in the city of Augusta for their annual merchant gathering, an event in which all the merchants from around the planet come and trade their valuables or tools in a big, single event.

Crowds of people flooded the streets as the stands were all surrounded to the brim. Vash had been walking beside Wolfwood, who was talking about some bounty hunters causing trouble around when something red caught his eye from an stand that they had walked past, causing Vash to stop in his tracks. Eyes widening in realization, he rushed over to the stall, leaving Wolfwood in the dust.

"H-Hey where are you going!?!" Wolfwood called out but Vash ignored him. His leather clothed hands slammed down on the stall table, the young man who managed the stall yelping in surprise.

"H-HOW CAN I HELP YOU?!" The man nervously shouted out as Vash reached over and picked up a very familiar red rotary phone "Where did you get this!?" He exclaimed in urgency. "How'd you get this!?"

"I-I-" The young man quickly cleared his throat and regained his composure at the sudden burst from the tall blonde-spiked haired man.

"It's a very old device! Back during the old days according to my great-grandmother!"

Vash looked down at the red phone, very dusty but he was able to make out the sticker decorations and doodles that were scattered around on it. Inspecting it more, he turned it around to the back and saw something melancholic.

"12:00 PM Midnight" was written on the back of the base with black marker. The time the two of you would call each other every night those years ago.

"Sorry, is.. is there anyone I could talk to about this?" Vash apologized, giving the young man a somber smile as he held the phone to himself, as if someone were going to rip it away from his grasp.

The man observed Vash for a moment, before nodding and giving Vash directions to his great-grandmother's home, right outside the border of Augusta.

"There you are!" Wolfwoods' voice rang out angrily behind him "The hell did you see now?!"

Vash turned to Wolfwood and simply gave him a smile "We're gonna be paying a visit."

It didn't take long to reach the old worn down home and greet the owner of the property, a small old lady to which surprised Wolfwood that she hadn't kicked the bucket yet.

Vash, of course, elbowed him in the rib for that one.

Seeing the phone in Vash's arms, the lady let out a small smile "My, I haven't seen that phone since I was a child..." She quickly showed Vash and Wolfwood inside, explaining how the phone came to be here.

"According to my grandfather, our lineage began with two sibilngs who were born and raised on Earth. When Earth neared its end, the daughter of the family was able to escape whilst the other sibling unknowingly stayed behind on Earth."

The old lady snapped her fingers to Wolfwood and waved him over "Be a dear for me and put this on the table."

Watching Wolfwood put a very old and deteriorating box on the table, the lady continued.

"Well, the sibling died before the daughter left Earth, so in attempt to preserve her family's memories, the daughter took some of her siblings' things, something to remember them by."

The old lady points to the phone in Vash's arm "That was one of them. And here-" The lady patted on side of the box "-are the things she was able to take with her. Check them out yourself." She softly motioned Vash to come closer with her frail, wrinkled hand.

Hesitating for just a second, he took slow and steady steps towards the box, biting the inside of his cheek in attempt to not just cry.

Damn, he sure felt like a cry baby these days.

Putting the phone down besides the box, Vash reached into the box and pulled out various things. Old shirts, CDs, a wallet, wired headphones, books, and something he never thought he'd ever see in fine print that made his breath hitch.

A colored photo I.D and on the side of it, your full name printed in black.

It was you.

These were your things, these shirts you've worn, the CDs you've listened to, the wallet you used in your day-to-day life, but he kept his eyes on the I.D.

Vash stared at your photo, the features you've described to him once were in his hands, proof of your existence.

He couldn't hold it anymore, how could he? Silent tears ran down his face as the small giggles he let out, turned into full on laughter.

He laughed and laughed whilst holding the I.D close to his heart.

You didn't purposely leave him.

You hadn’t meant to.

The same gracious laughter morphed into sobs as he grabbed everything he had taken out of the box, and enveloped them tightly into his arms.

This was the first time he was able to physically feel you, even if you weren't there yourself. He wished the smell of the favorite perfume you had gotten one day had still lingered onto your shirts, he wished he could've shared and listened to your favorite music alongside you. And he wished you were beside him, looking through all these things with him. He wanted to hear you reminsce your past and your present again.

Oh he wished.

Vash spent hours at the old ladies' home, looking and observing every single one of your belongings. There were some he remembered you talking to him about, and others he didn't recognize.

But it was time for him to leave and Vash knew it.

Looking up at the sky outside, he softly smiled, caressing the small compartment he had your I.D pocketed in.

"C'mon needle-noggin. Time to get your ass moving!" Wolfwood shouted ahead of him.

Letting out a large exhale, Vash muttered out a few words before running to catch up with the priest "Wait up!"

Behind him, two objects were left behind in the sand, placed neatly besides a metal nameplate.

The two red cherry rotary phones glistened in the sun, one filled with stickers and the other covered in dirt and scuff marks as your name plate, that had been cleaned of any dirt or scratches, continued to sit in peace as the windy breeze passed on by.

"I'll live on. For the both of us."

[catxsnow]

BACK TO YOU W.W.

Request: Could I be so bold to request a Wally fic? Where he comes back after his "death" (lets be real we all know he is not dead) and Y/N reacts to it? Could it be fluff, angst, a little of both, that's up to you.

P.s. I love you 😊😊

Warning: angst, mentions of death (wallace), fluff

A/N: hello, good evening, I’m tired as fuck. 

I’ve been thinking about a taglist lately so if there’s interest I’ll start one. I always suffer when I make it for some reason but if the people are interested I will suffer for y’all. 

Word count: 2.3k 

Wally coming back from the dead seemed surreal.

The hope you had for his return never diminished, even if those around you gave up long ago. Wally wasn't dead, he was never dead - he was just stuck in a place that no one could save him. Not Barry, not Bart, Not even Jay. Wally was the only one that could save himself and he had done it.

Broken, battered, and barely breathing he had made it out of the Speed Force. He had made it back to you. It put everyone into shock to see him collapsed in the middle of the team's headquarters. His suit was barely hanging to his body, eyes sunken in with exhaustion. He barely looked alive.

It took weeks to get him nourished back to health. Weeks of him being in a coma, wondering how the hell he managed to get back home. Sleeping at his bedside every night because you were scared this wasn't real or that he would be taken from you again. Long nights of crying because even if he was back, was he even going to wake up?

By the time that he was back up on his feet and running around again, every single league member had come to see him. Those who gave up on him, those who never lost hope, even those who never knew him.

Wally West was back.

Unfortunately, it seemed that a lot of him was still missing. His smile that once never left his face hadn't resurfaced once. The laugh that you remembered so clearly that got you through so many hard days vanished. The light in his eyes when he was running or saving lives was dull. He wasn't the same man you knew.

He teetered around you like a stranger even though every night he told you how grand his love for you was. You noticed him bumping into furniture that had moved from his time away or looking at pictures of people he didn't know with tears in his eyes. He stood by the window, watching for nearly an hour, just staring into the void every other day.

Wally wasn't all back from the Speed Force. He had lost a part of himself in there that he could never get back. Dick tried to fill in the gap of time that he missed, catching him up on everything that he missed but the moment that he came back to you he seemed more zoned out than ever. M'gann excitedly told him about her engagement with Conner, Kaldur with his new position in the league.

Everyone tried to make him feel right back at home, but no matter how hard they tried it would never be the same. Wally lost that time, and he was never going to get it back. He could never make it up to his friends for missing so many important moments in their lives or the grief that he put them through.

No matter how fast he ran, how many hours he stayed up wondering if things would have been different that day, none of that would change the fact that he had been missing for five years. Guilt plagued him, fear of being stuck back in there, he was in a constant state of terror because it was so damn easy for him to be lost the first time.

Nightmares woke him up every night. Sometimes he would lay there staring at the ceiling for hours without you knowing, other times his screams would echo in your room and wake you. Tears streaming down his face, clinging to you like his lifeline. Horrible dreams filled his mind of being pulled back there - or seeing his friends taken instead.

Those moments were the only time that it seemed Wally was willing to open up to you. It was the only time that he treated you like a lover rather than a stranger. Only when he was most vulnerable did it feel like he was truly back home, safe and sound with you. Whatever was holding him back from being open to you, it broke your heart.

Wally was always the one that you could go to when you had your issues and now that you couldn't do the same for him... it was hard to accept. You didn't want to push him into relieving his memories where he was stuck or asking the wrong questions to get him upset. Saying nothing at all didn't seem to be working either.

Dick noticed it, Barry, Artemis, even Garfield was worried. No one knew what was going on inside that head of his and he refused to go to Dinah - or anyone - for help. Everyone was worried.

You told them of the times that you woke up to him vibrating the entire bed, still asleep and a pained look on his face. Or the time that he would be perfectly fine before suddenly speeding around the house like he had no control over his body. Wally had become unstable with his speed - and maybe his health too.

"Love you, baby," Wally mumbled out.

He had gotten back from his hangout with Dick to find you sprawled out on the couch. Whatever they had done must have put him in a good mood. The moment that he saw you, he sped over and practically dived into you. His arms kept him hovering over you so he could lean down and kiss you properly - something that he always seemed to avoid since being back.

He found himself cuddled into your chest, arms snaked around you. For the first time since his return, you saw a genuine smile on his face. It was a sleepy, half-smile, but nonetheless, you were excited to see it. His eyes drooped closed the second you started massaging his scalp. He hummed with content as you eased the tension that had been piling up.

Half asleep, shoulders loose after weeks of being tensed at every moment. His heavy breathing was audible and you could feel the warmth of it against your skin. It had been years since you had seen him relaxed like this and it quickly brought tears to your eyes. Wally had been through so much, he deserved happiness, he deserved to have peace in his life.

"I love you Wally, always," you whispered. Silent tears spilled down your eyes - you wanted him to find his joy again, no matter the cost. "I never gave up on you, my love. I knew you'd find your way back home. Fuck-" your voice cracked, "I was so lost without you. Having you back in my arms like this was the only thing keeping me going.

"You mean everything to me, Wally. I know that you did what you did to save the world but..." you sighed. It was impossible to say that you wished that he hadn't done it - or that someone else should have taken his place. "I'm so relieved that you're safe now. I know you've been going through a hard time, and I've been trying my best not to push you - but if you need anything you know I'm here."

You waited for him to say something - anything. Wally was struggling to open up to you but seeing him in a good mood like this may have been the best opportunity to get him to say what was on his mind. Unfortunately, his silence made you worried.

It wasn't until the sounds of a soft snore did you realize that he had fallen asleep on you. His body had become completely dead weight, arms no longer tense around you. The security he felt being with you had lulled him to deep sleep in a matter of minutes. Although you weren't in a comfortable position, seeing him at peace was well worth it.

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"He's getting better."

It had been months since Wally had been home. The process of getting him back to his mental state before entering the Speed Force for years was going to take a long time - but he was well on his way. Being with friends, family - finally admitting that he needed to see someone to talk through all this - dramatically helped.

The original team decided to put together a little surprise birthday for Wally. He said he didn't want anything - but they had several year's worth of get-togethers to make up for. So, you and Dick plotted together to throw something, just with his closest friends. Nothing overwhelming.

Although he originally complained about the gesture, he quickly found himself appreciating the effort that had been put into that evening. The food, the people, he forgot how much these moments meant to him. Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces again, that was the best gift he could have asked for.

He stood on the other side of the room with Conner and Dick - all three of the men were laughing their heads off about something. Artemis stood by your side, watching the three of them just as you were. She handed over one of the drinks in her hand to you. Everyone in the room had been deep in conversation with someone - besides you. She noticed.

"He is," you agreed with her.

"Why're you by yourself?" She got straight to the point. Artemis didn't bother with the small talk or sugarcoating her question. She waited for your answer, watching as your gaze turned from Wally, to the now interesting cement beneath your feet. "(Y/N)."

"Everyone's helped Wally so much and I can't help but feel like... Like I haven't done enough. Wally was always the person that I could lean on and now that I'm the one that has to be strong for him, it just feels like there's more that I could have done to help him. I never had the same bond that you all had with him being on the team and risking your lives, I don't know what it's like enough to help him through this trauma.

"Wally deserves the world and a lot of the time I feel like I can't give it to him. I'm not a hero, I don't have powers, I'm just... normal. Maybe that's not enough for someone who can save the world before I even finish breakfast," Your fists tightened at your sides as the heavy realization that had been clouding your mind was revealed.

It was clear that you were the odd man out in the room. Everyone there had risked their lives to saved the world and what had you done? Wait anxiously at home for your friends to return? Grieve at the losses that you couldn't have changed? There was nothing that you could do in the hero-life besides sitting on the sidelines.

"You do a lot more than you make yourself believe, (Y/N)," Artemis placed her hand on your shoulder. She glanced over at your boyfriend, wondering how different it would have been if they ended up together instead. Wally would have been unhappy, he loved you from the beginning.

"Wally can't stop talking about the support you give him. He wouldn't be where he is today without you. Men are stubborn - especially speedster men - they won't always admit how much they need someone. He gets this look on his face when he's talking about you like you're the whole reason for his existence. Don't put yourself down for not being stuck in a hero life we are - your love for him is the only power he needs."

"Thank you, Artemis," you forced a smile at her.  Although you didn't believe her words at the moment she was right. Your love for Wally was the most important thing that you could ever give him, and that was going to have to be enough for now. Every ounce of your love went to making him happy.

Before she could say anything else, a familiar breeze washed over you both. Wally was suddenly standing right in front of you - and as if Artemis wasn't even there, brought you in for a deep kiss. His lips molded to yours, hand pressed to the small of your back to keep you close.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Wally barely pulled his lips from you. Conner had heard everything that you were saying to Artemis, and although he felt as if it wasn't his place to tell, Wally needed to know. A need to be with you, to assure you that you had done more than enough to get him to where he was, filled him.

"Across every galaxy, every universe, the Speed Force, no matter where I will always find my way back to you. I'll love you through everything," Wally pecked you once more. "Thank you for never giving up on me, babe."

"I'll never give up on you, Wally West. Not even the Speed Force can keep us apart," you grinned.

"Get a room already," Artemis complained. You had forgotten that she was still standing with you. It wasn't just her - the entire room was staring at the both of you. Smiles on their face at how happy Wally was with you. His little move had caught the attention of everyone and he just adored it.

Wally laughed at her comment. He swooped you up in his arms and sent a wink your way. He was already gearing up to speed you both out of there before saying his last bit to Artemis - and everyone else in the room.

"Don't have to tell me twice."

[aloesarchives]

Headcanon: Reacting to your Beloved Fighter’s loss

To @kurekureishi who requested/suggested this, thank you for the ask and I apologize for the long wait.

Kure Raian

Disappointed wasn’t the right word to describe how you were feeling, it was more of a sorta dissatisfied feeling.

You knew Raian’s inflated ego would get in the way of winning. It isn’t on him being weak, you knew Raian was probably one of the strongest Kure members, it’s on him never being rivaled in his life and Ohma was the only one to push him against the wall.

But you knew that the Kure blood lust for killing and getting the job done ran deep within Raian. So deep that it has clouded his vision and made him lose.

You’re not gonna lie, Ohma gave Raian a run for his money and actually took it. But to you, things would be completely different if Raian didn’t keep his heads in the clouds.

After he recovered from his fight with Ohma, you just told him your thoughts straight up since he hates sugarcoating words or beating around the bush. How he should’ve known better, to not underestimate his opponent and controlled his blood lust, things would’ve ended differently.

Normally if it wasn’t Erioh or another Kure member or you, the outcome of dying would be 120%.

But since you’re Raian partner, he just tch at you, calls you a nerd, walks away with you.

However, he tells does tell you he’s not done here and acknowledges Ohma as his rival. And you are not surprised at that.

Gaolang Wongsawat

Gaolang’s fight with Agito was intense to say the least.

You have heard of rumors of how powerful Agito was and you knew Gaolang’s fight wasn’t going to be easy.

You are not used to Gaolang losing since his loses pale in comparison to his win, basically Gaolang wins a lot and has only very few loses. And him losing never really sat well with you.

But you accepted this lose because you knew Gaolang fought with all his strength and will for you and King Rama. You also accepted this lose because although Agito won it was a close match and that you were proud of him for doing so.

Since King Rama brought you over without telling Gaolang, he was very surprised to see you here.

When you found him after the match, you told him your thoughts and how proud you are of him for pitting Agito into a corner. How it was a beautiful battle and that Gaolang has done you and King Rama well.

You’re only problem you had was his hand and your worries of him being able to fight/box again. The likeliness of him boxing again was low with a shattered fist that didn’t have feeling in it.

But Gaolang reassures you that this won’t stop him and he’ll keep fighting and going forward even with this injury. Gaolang is a man of his word and he keeps it that way and you know that he doesn’t break any promises.

Kanoh Agito

Him losing was a complete shock to you and hit you off guard.

You were also with Metsudo when this happened and you both were shocked in this fight.

Not many fighters really stood against your beloved or rival him for that matter. He’s the Emperor of the Kengan Matches for a reason.

That fight with Kuroki was obviously very breathtaking, you knew that Agito always put effort in his fights and that he would never half assed anything. The way he fights is rare and only a few people who are martial arts experts for years can stand toe to toe with him, Kuroki Gensai was one of them.

He was able to knock Agito off his pedestal and never thought you ever the day where it happened. With all the injuries he received from Gensai, his lose would eventually happen to him, especially that broken wrist.

You know you wouldn’t be disappointed in him but your only worry was the reaction of Sir Katahara when he lost. Once Metsudo explained that Agito’s lost was of his own doing and that he won’t get any repercussion from his loss, you were more than relieved.

He, however, feels ashamed of his loss and apologizes to you about it. But he didn't really need to apologize to you because you were more worried about his well being and health. You told him that he fight well and kissed his forehead after wiping his face with a towel.

Once he told you and his master that he’ll be retiring from being The Fang, you supported his decision of doing so and you stood by his side for the rest of the tournament aka the final match making sure he was okay. He’s fine but he does appreciate your concern.

Tokita Ohma (Warning: Angst/spoilers for the last few chapters)

It wasn’t easy for you to let Ohma continue the tournament but you let him anyway despite Yamashita’s protests.

You had no doubt that Ohma wouldn’t go down without giving his all. You knew this man long enough to know he was going to fight he way through it, even it meant killing himself in the process.

You also know the effects on the Advance so just watching the final watch was timer counting down, the ticking mocking you for every second the fight went on.

Although you hoped Ohma would win, him losing was still a possibility and this may sound horrible but you knew that he would lose. It wasn’t that Ohma couldn’t win, it was just Kuroki was on a whole other level as a fighter. It didn’t matter if you were a fighter or not, you’ve seen enough fights to know who’s master their craft of fighting and those who were strong. Kuroki was no exception, in fact, he was the first one you saw to know that’s a man who couldn’t be outclass.

Once you saw Ohma use his advance in the final, you knew this was endgame. Once he uses it, you saw that there was no turning back from there.

Despite of this, you still rooted and cheered him on. No matter the injury, he still was going to fighting. It hurt a lot to watch this but you still supported him.

Once you saw his body hit the ground, that was it, the fight was over. As much as you wanted to feel bitter about this, you were relieved that this can come to end and that he can finally rest. But this mean that Ohma would be in a comatose like state until they can get him into a mainland for medical help.

You knew his time was nearing its end so you stay with him until it was time to leave the island. When you saw his body wasn’t in the bed, your thoughts raced to find him. After much searching, you found him under a tree. You sat with him and told him that despite his loss, he has grown into a powerful fighter and that you never lost faith in him. He just smiles at you as you two continue to sat next to each other. As Ohma takes in his last breath, you held him and thought about his fights you witnesses.

Although he lost, the fight was a whirlpool that he couldn’t escape, and yet he still fought against the raging current. You always wanted Ohma to win and hated when he loses. But this time, you were okay with this lose as he was finally at peace with himself.

[shibalen]

💥hewwo can I pwease get a romantic male matchup for bnha (darkbox bc I live for angst) (music box) when you have the time uwu

Levi he/him gay entp supposedly (also if it's not too much to ask please no characters under the age of 18 please)

I've been described as having a strong and loud personality, I'm extroverted and outspoken. I'm pretty eccentric too.

I value friendship, kindness and standing up for others.

Goal wise I'm pretty aimless. I dont have any goals, if I die well I guess that's it babey. In the meantime I'm just here to help animals and people who need it.

Positive traits: I always stick up for people in need, I'm good at reading people, I'm good with animals, I love to make people smile and laugh, cheerful, good at talking my way out of bad situations, uhm. Friendly!

Negative traits would be: hot headed, loud, stubborn, arrogant, comes across as intimidating:( good at getting into bad situations, gets into fights very often. Can be spiteful, I've been described as a pyromaniac so theres that. Can be sadistic

What pisses me off: my father. I can and will cause trouble for that man for as long as I live. And people who pick on the weak.

My hobbies and interests areeee: true crime babey! Crying over video games, baking, the occult, taking naps, dream interpretations and tarot readings

Likes: animals, cats specifically, stars, fire, sunsets, supposedly haunted places, storms, being dramatic for the hell of it, tormenting people in a good hearted way

Dislikes: uhhhh hot weather I guess.

Quirks: uh I have 5 cats! Ones my fathers but he never takes care of his cat so i pretty much count him as my own (plus he likes me more than my dad and it pisses my dad off hehe) I have weirdly accurate intuition, it makes reading people easy, knowing what they want to hear and what they dont.

Uhhh dates and relationship wise I'm honestly happy doing whatever my s/o wants to do. All I want is to see their face light up.

My love language is physical touch, I dont like touching people but if it's someone I feel strongly about youd have to pry me away from them.

I once got kicked out of a library for starting a fight in it, trashy I know but I wasnt going to stand there and do nothing while my friends were being bullied and pressured into getting involved with a really dodgy man. I scared the bullies off for good at least B) they never bothered my friend again babey

Oh I'm also known around the area I live in as someone who's good at finding homes of lost pets. Often times I come across a lost animal and befriend it in no time and use my connections to find its family.

Sorry if this was rly long and thank you for your time!! I hope you have a fantastic day uwu if anything's too difficult to come up with ideas for I'm more than happy for you to change anything to make it easier for you too!

♡︎ matchup for anon

heya! here i am with another late matchup but i hope you still see this. i'm sorry about the delay (╯_╰)

bnha: i match you with . . .

natsuo todoroki !!

• this was one of those "heureka!" moments for me. you both hate your dads and hot weather? it's a match made in heaven! okay jk, these are just nice add-ons.

• what really made me consider Natsuo were your values and personality. kindness and friendships are important to both of you. Natsuo's a medical student so i am convinced helping others is high on his priority list too. he loves your driven and passionate nature because he doesn't go sugarcoating bs either.

• you're definitely the more energetic one while Natsuo only gets hot-headed about the things that are the most important to him. i think it's a good compromise, you can help each other out :)

• he was a little taken aback and cautious of your explosiveness at first but warmed up to it quickly after learning what a kind person you really were. now he thinks your dramatic attitude is funny during your sillier moments ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

• speaking of, you lads met at an animal shelter. there had been a dog that was astray in the neighbourhood of his home, so Natsuo, being a responsible boyo, took it to the local shelter.

• then there you were, standing by the help desk with five kittens wrapped in your jacket in your arms. apparently someone had been trying to drown them so you'd taken care of the situation accordingly.

• Natsuo understood jumping into a lake to rescue the poor animals because he would have done the same, but you could have had just called the police?? it was extremely ridiculous but admirable at the same time to beat all those guys up.

• your chat turned into a pleasant conversation afterwards as you were waiting for the animals to finish their check-ups. Natsuo was a bit shy but you didn't mind and kept the chat going which he appreciated.

• later he volunteered to help you look for good homes for the animals you'd both found. during this project the two of you got to know each other quite well and ended up hanging out together afterwards!

• and from that point on, everything fell into place naturally. the growing spark between you was undeniable and you both knew it. Natsuo definitely liked you longer, he was just a lil dense about it . . .

• you're nothing short of a hero in his eyes but dear lord he worries for you. when he's attending lectures he sometimes can't help but wonder if you're all right and not getting involved in anything violent.

• attends to your possible injuries while nagging you not to be so quick to start a fight next time. in return, you playfully bully him for being such a mom.

• you join forces with Fuyumi to pick on him about your relationship. even though you're already together, soft Natsuo still blushes when his affection for you is brought up, it's entertaining for both you and Fuyumi.

• idk if you've heard but Natsuo's 181cm tall!! hugging someone has never been easier even if you happen to be taller than him. the only thing is his skin's naturally kind of chilly so he's lowkey worried if you dislike it but you always assure him he's perfect!

• one time he was stressed over exams so you baked him some blueberry muffins. he gave you the biggest hug and kiss because it's exactly all these little things you do that set his heart racing for you ♡︎

• "last night i saw a dream about being a frog and eating giant flies, it was gross."

• "oh, that just means your love life is about to become fun."

• "i'm not sure how those two are related."

• "just trust me. i'm a pro at this."

• he also likes giving you headpats as much as he likes receiving them! his hands are quite big so he often runs his fingers through your hair when you're cuddling or hugging. it's especially relaxing after a long period of studying. also him carring you on his broad back ԅ(￣ε￣ԅ)

• you enjoy the little things in life and complain about your fathers together. you've agreed to wait a while before even mentioning your relationship to them because, honestly, Natsuo doesn't want any more horrible influences in your life.

• you get him sucked into the world of video games. it's always fun to watch him struggle but he never gets salty about losing maybe a lil he adores your smile as you laugh at him for being so bad at them.

• your dates include: helping out at animal shelters and retirement homes, video game and movie nights (especially about true crime), arcades and astronomy tower explorstions. i feel like Natsuo's more into traditional, romantic and chill dates and that's your usual thing. though i see sometimes you going to get coffee and ending up solving a 50-year-old murder case instead (✧ω✧)

❦︎ ink box

— despite Natsuo's best efforts to distance himself from Endeavor, it wasn't quite as easy and everyone was very much aware of the Todoroki family. and now the son of the number 1 hero had a lover.

— it wasn't actually that troublesome at first. some newpaper paparazzi occasionally annoyed you but you didn't care for them. most of the time Natsuo and you had your peace during dates aside from a few casual fans.

— but of course there are all sorts of people out there, some out for revenge, some for money, and being desperate means using even the lowest of methods to get what you want.

— so one time it happened, and it was all that took. several bitter villains thought they'd get their revenge through you, silly as it may sound. they made a big show of kidnapping you and demanding Endeavor to 'make up' for his wrongdoing. but all got resolved thanks to heroes, the only casualty being Natsuo's heart from almost exploding from worry and his deepening hatred for his father.

— later on, it wasn't that Natsuo was worried about you not being able to handle yourself, he feared what might happen if more of powerful villains came after you.

— so, after some debate, you agreed not to meet up for a short while to let the fuse of the incident settle down. it would be safer once the media forgot about it. you still texted and chatter over phone though!

— but then a week turned into two weeks, then into a month. you were wondering what was taking Natsuo to say the coast was clear and did a straight-up inquiry through a video chat.

— you could see he was restless the entire time. he said you should wait longer just to be sure everything was calm before meeting up. you became irritated because he was obviously lying and not being his normal, brutally honest self.

— why was he giving you this crap straight to your face?

— truthfully, Natsuo hadn't been sleeping all right recently. ever since that day he had reoccurring nightmares about something awful happening to you. they were just dreams, he knew. yet considering his ruffled up past and the frequency of those horrible visions, it would have been lie to say he was unaffected.

— paranoia just wouldn't leave him alone, and no matter how much he wanted to hold you in his arms again and hated making up stupid excuses, the voice at the back of his mind whispered this was for the best.

— after a month and a half had passed you've had just about enough, however. whatever reason he was keeping you in the dark for did no longer stop you from crashing into his house and demanding the truth.

— Natsuo knew you and expected this to eventually happen. after you made such a powerful entrance though he also knew there was no getting around it this time. really, it was comforting knowing you cared so deeply.

— he told you exactly what had been happening and you resisted the urge to punch him in the arm for having such a mindset. but the look in his beautiful grey eyes was so heartbreaking you threw yourself to embrace him instead. your touch was everything Natsuo had craved for for all this time.

— you skillfully assured him for the next couple of hours while keeping the talk light-hearted (he had obviously been overthinking way too much already). soon enough the issue was resolved and you had a sleepover right there to make uo for the lost time (Shoto and Fuyumi kept eavesdropping on you because y'all were being way too loud in a cute way).

— "i love you, Natsu, but if you ever keep something like this a secret from me again, i can't guarantee the safety of your arm or your front door."

♫︎ music box

— If I Had An Airplane by SayWeCanFly

— This December by Rick Montgomery

— Round & Laundry from Carole and Tuesday

— Haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench

— Bowie On The Radio by Ryan McMullan

♡︎ runner up: Dabi / Touya Todoroki

thank you for requesting, hopefully you enjoyed this! i'm really pleased about matching you with Natsuo, it's just so perfect. have a lovely day and remember to take care of yourself ♡︎

[meganshinsou-tm]

Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter nineteen: just a little bump

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: slight angst

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"I can't believe we're doing this," Hitoshi groaned as he rubbed his eyes.

Eri stood before you, your hands on her shoulder as the three of you waited your turn behind the tent that the costume contest was being held at. In a matter of twenty minutes, the two of you were able to teach Hitoshi a very easy and simple dance. It wasn't like he needed easy though, Hitoshi was surprisingly a really good dancer once he found a rhythm. 

Smiling, your hand reached over to touch his cheek. Lavender eyes looked in your direction with a soft smile.

"It won't even last five minutes, it'll be over before you know it," you tried to reassure him, "plus, you seem to have quite the little fan-club among the older students, I'm sure they've only dreamed about something like this a million times."

Rolling his eyes, Hitoshi took your hand, "Don't remind me. I swear I won't live this down." He looked to Eri, a hand ruffling her hair. "You're both lucky I love you so damn much, first I have to wear these ears, now I have to practically do-wop in front of the whole teacher and student body of UA!"

Before you could reply, the pair that was performing and strutting around made their way back out. The host, All Might himself, soon announced the upcoming act.

"And lastly but definitely not least, our very own Hitoshi Shinsou will be accompanying two lovely ladies, Eri and (Y/N) in a brief dance to 'I Like It' by BTS."

The sound of hoops and hollers were heard as Eri excitedly drug the both of you out from behind the tent's divider and before the crowd that had formed.

Suddenly your face went completely red at the amount of people staring back, stomach starting to feel queasy. You went to turn around and run off but Hitoshi chuckled and quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, dragging you back to the front. 

The sweet and catchy music had already started to play, Eri immediately singing along and dancing. Some eyes focused on her and others focused on Hitoshi standing you back up straight to face them, giggles and laughs floating in the air at the comedic display of him setting your body up like some doll.

"Neon nami doego ohiryeo deo joha boyeo pretty woman," Hitoshi mouthed with the biggest grin as he stood beside you and started to slowly catch up with Eri, "Come on halfling, don't get shy on me now."

Chewing your bottom lip, your eyes stayed on him, body slowly moving as well. Soon all three of you were in sync, stepping and sliding. Fingers snapping and wiggling towards the crowd as your hips rocked along.

"Don't wanna be fool, wanna be cool, wanna be loved neowaui same love. Baby I want it," you sang along finally looking out as the short dance ended.

The onlookers cheered and clapped, causing you to blush like crazy. Hitoshi wrapped a hand around your head, pulling it close and kissing your temple. He grabbed Eri, picking her up with a grunt and holding her on his hip as she giggled. After taking a bow, All Might made his way to the front, clapping also.

"That cuteness was beyond plus ultra everyone, I think we have a winner!"

After the contest, Eri ran off with Toshinori to find other foods and games to occupy their time. The former #1 hero was almost like a grand-father to the little girl and it was truly adorable to see the two of them interact. Thus, it left you and Hitoshi alone at the candy apple booth. 

After the last apple was sold, Hitoshi sighed as he came up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder.

"Can we close now and enjoy ourselves," he groaned.

"Of course, let's go find some real food, I'm hungry."

The hero chuckled and pressed a kiss to your neck, "You know, I hear bunnies like carrots, I happen to have a very rare one if you'd like to try it."

Your brow quirked and you smiled, "Mmm, that does sound good. You know what I really love about carrots," you replied with a hushed voice.

Hitoshi dragged his lips up your neck, his hold tightening as he hummed in response.

"I love how hard they are ... and the sound of them snapping in half when I sink my teeth into them like the rabid animal I am!"

A knee playfully kicked at your behind as Hitoshi nipped the shell of your ear in annoyance. "God, I love it when you talk deranged to me!"

The rest of the festival went along great. After an insane amount of teasing back and forth Hitoshi finally treated you to some food. Once the event ended, Shouto and Deku who had showed up an hour before, offered to keep Eri for the night since you and Hitoshi would be staying behind a bit longer to help clean and close everything up. The next two hours were exhausting, even with the help of every other teacher and faculty member, the process of making UA look completely devoid of any sort of festival felt like it would never end.

Hitoshi had taken off to go help finish taking down a few booths as you went and loaded all your items from home into the jeep. After doing so, you made your way back towards the grounds in search of your lover, body aching and ready to finally head home. It didn't take long to find Hitoshi, you could see his tall body and wild purple hair flowing in the cold wind as he walked your way. 

Smiling you looked to see that he wasn't alone, in fact a woman was walking with him, both of them in the middle of a conversation. Honestly you weren't bothered to see your boyfriend like this, had it not been for the hand that this woman so casually had hanging from his shoulder.

"I didn't know you had moves like that Hitoshi, I commend you," the woman replied with a smile.

Your face subtly cringed and you stopped in your tracks. Hitoshi shrugged, rubbing the side of his neck, "Well, when free ice cream and sweets are involved and your 6-year-old sister and girlfriend demand you dance - you dance."

"Well maybe that earned you brownie points in the bedroom huh," the woman teased, nudging Hitoshi's side with her elbow.

Your eyes narrowed at this, fists clenching at your sides 

Who does this broad thinks she is? 

To think she had the nerve to even casually tease about yours and Hitoshi's relationship, let alone your personal sex life didn't sit right with you. What also didn't sit right was how Hitoshi didn't seem bothered by this woman's response, in fact it got a chuckle out of him. 

As they neared, still unaware of your presence, you were able to look closer at the stranger. She had long dark hair, was a few inches taller than you, somewhat tanned skin and in other words, beautiful. Your anger turned to self-consciousness rather quickly, fists un-clenching and body hunching over.

"Hey sweetness, you okay," Hitoshi's voice asked suddenly next to you.

Looking up and being torn from thought your eyes blinked at him, standing before you, a hand holding your wrist and the other touching your cheek. A warmth came over you as his amethyst eyes searched yours with concern, it made you forget why you were suddenly down in the dumps as you nodded in reply, "Yeah – uh, I'm just super exhausted Toshi."

"Aww, now that's a cute name," said the unfamiliar females voice from behind Hitoshi.

Your eyes quickly shot in her direction, seeing a smile on her stunning features. Had you actually not been so physically and mentally exhausted from the past day of getting ready for the festival and the festival itself, you may have faked a smile or greeting, but it was damn near impossible to find that energy. 

Instead, you said nothing at all, only stared. 

The black-haired lady cleared her throat as Hitoshi moved next to you, placing his hand on the small of your back.

"I'm sorry, we have yet to meet, I'm Claire Amano, I teach English for the 2nd years," she responded and gave her hand.

Your brows rose and you slowly blinked, mustering up the force to grab her hand and shake it. "I'm (Y/N)."

Claire smiled with a nod, tilting her head, "It's nice to finally meet you (Y/N), I've heard so much about you, not only from Hitoshi but his students as well. It's like you're some kind of celebrity among them."

You only hummed in response with a half-ass toothless smile and heavy eyes. Hitoshi chuckled, placing his hand on the side of your head and pulling you closer to kiss your hair, his arms embracing you. 

"Well you aren't very talkative, you really must be running on fumes huh."

"Well, I won't keep you two any longer, I should be going as well. Thanks for the help Hitoshi, I'll see you Monday. Goodnight to you both," Claire cheerfully spoke with a wave and a nod to Hitoshi.

The hero bid her farewell in return and turned the two of you around, walking towards the vehicle. The walk was short but to Hitoshi it felt like it lasted hours, you didn't so much as speak a word or make a sound. Even your own arm didn't wrap around him and your face didn't snuggle into his side. Something was off and he could feel it, he could feel the difference in your mood, the way you walked and looked. 

Once at the jeep, Hitoshi opened your door and helped you hop up and into your seat. He wasn't sure what he was expecting next, but it wasn't that you'd just ignore him and go straight to buckling your belt without so much as a glance in his direction. A purple brow rose and he ran a hand through his hair, removing his faux cat ears while closing your door.

Hitoshi made it to the other side and into his own seat, turned on the vehicle and made sure the heater was turned up and the vents were blowing in your direction. He reached towards the backseat and grabbed a jacket, using it to cover and further warm you up. Your hands curled up into the garment and pulled it closer around your face and body as you slumped over onto the middle console with a deep sigh.

"Thank you."

The male looked in your direction while putting on his own seat-belt, "So you do still talk - in that case, wanna tell me what's up?"

Your head turned and craned to look up at him, your (e/c) eyes squinting and expression holding question, "What?"

"You've barely said a word since you met back up with me and Claire."

Your expression changed at that grouping of words, "me and Claire", just the recap of it made disgust visibly spread across your features. 

Once you realized the contortion in your face, you suddenly changed it and looked back away. You really didn't mean to have such a response, you were just so tired and almost delirious that you honestly had no control of the actions you made, and you really weren't sure if you'd have control over the words you'd speak either. 

Before replying you had to think really hard about those next words, making sure they wouldn't come off in the wrong tone or way, in all honesty you didn't even feel like talking, being too tired and also too annoyed to do so, knowing you'd probably smart off in one way or another.

"I told you Toshi, I'm just really tired, it's nothing."

"You're absolutely positive, there's nothing on your mind you want to talk about, nothing at all?"

"Other than to ask when you're going to start driving? Not really," you replied, agitation and impatience lacing your tone as you curled deeper into the jacket.

Hitoshi narrowed his eyes at you, confused. 

He's seen you tired before and in those times you never acted the way you were now. If anything you were a blabbering mess of incoherent words, snuggling and burrowing up to his side like some needy kitten to its mother, but now you were the opposite, quiet, still burrowing but not into him and more like you were burrowing to get away from him. Not once in all your time together had either of you even remotely acted like you wanted to be away from the other, you always wanted to be closer if anything. 

Sighing, Hitoshi decided not to push it, he knew people needed their space from time to time and he was willing to give you that for now, maybe it really was nothing other than you were just dog tired.

"Okay sweetheart, I'm sorry," he replied before leaning over and placing a kiss to your hair, shockingly you hummed at his affection and nuzzled your cheek against his lips, "We're going home now, take a nap and I'll wake you when we get there."

Just as expected you passed out in no time on the way home. The entire drive, Hitoshi couldn't stop from thinking about why you seemed so different so suddenly. He may have been book smart but he wasn't the best at picking up on people's emotions, even when it came to you. 

So far it had been nothing but sweet and loving moments in your relationship, you never fought with each other or got annoyed, everything was perfect. Hitoshi also wasn't that great with relationships to begin with either, you had to be the first serious girlfriend he had. The hero went on dates and such, hooked up here and there, but not once had he ever settled down like he was with you. So to have a small tiff or bump in the road was entirely new to him and so was how to handle it.

When it come to your attack, Hitoshi didn't bat an eye at helping you, but it also felt like hero work in a way at the same time. He took care of you, patched and healed your wounds, like he would with any other person, except you were someone he loved and deeply cared for, making that period all the more emotional for him. Just thinking back to that night still upset Hitoshi, it was burned into his brain and as much as he willed it away, sometimes it still haunted his dreams. Even if he did make it to save you, it still wasn't early enough for his liking and he couldn't help to think what might've happened had he been just a few more minutes too late.

Finally, the jeep came to a stop. With a sigh Hitoshi put it in park, his hands falling from the steering wheel and his head hanging low as he leaned forward, resting his forehead on the wheel. His own thoughts were exhausting him as well, along with the activities of the past few days. His tired eyes blinked and he turned his head to look at you, still fast asleep on the console. His heart did a flip seeing your bunny ears had fallen into your face. With a smile Hitoshi sat back up and gently removed them to place on the dash. His hand ran through your hair, causing you to hum and stir.

"Mm – Tosh," you mumbled and started to sleepily inch your body onto the console even more, pretty much moving towards him still half-asleep.

"Baby give me a sec and I'll bring you inside to bed," he chuckled.

Even still asleep you were stubborn and continued to crawl over to his side, hands slipping over the middle object and you almost knocking your head on it. He rolled his eyes and took charge, his hands and arms grabbing your tired body and pulling you into his lap, cradling you like a child. Immediately you nuzzled and burrowed into him. He grunted when your hands came up and awkwardly nudged his lips.

"My hands...you dideen warm em," you slurred.

Hitoshi's brows rose and he took your now warm hands into his. "I'm sorry sweetness," he apologized softly and kissed your fingers before performing his usual ritual when you got into the vehicle together, "I didn't mean to forget."

"S'kay Toshi," you sniffled into his chest.

The grip around your hands tightened at the sound and Hitoshi looked down to see you hiding your face, hearing more sniffles and your frame hiccuping.

"Hey - hey, I swear (Y/N) I won't ever forget to warm your hands again, not even when it's fucking summer," the lavenderette groveled, pressing his cheek to your hair and holding you close.

"It's not that Hito, I – I was a brat before ... I didn't mean to sound so sour to you. I just – I really am tired and I was ... jealous."

"Jealous," Hitoshi questioned. Suddenly, everything hit Hitoshi like a train. "Shit, I'm so stupid."

Repeating those words, your boyfriend quickly cupped your tear-stained face and made you look up at him. He bit his own lip at the look you held, you were so upset with yourself all because he couldn't put two and two together. The pads of his thumbs wiped away the flowing tears and he replaced them with kisses.

"No Toshi, I'm stupid. I should've just told you something was bothering me when you asked. I just let my thoughts get the best of me, I was thinking of how pretty she was, how she was touching you and you were joking together, how she used your first name ... fuck that was the worst. I know you'd never do anything Toshi and I'm sorry if all this is making you feel like I'd doubt –"

"Okay, okay, first off, shut your mouth for me," Hitoshi chuckled.

Even through tears and a frown, the corner of your mouth tried to tug up into a smile. Nodding, you took a few deep breaths to calm down and wrapped your hands around Hitoshi's wrists. 

He smiled and pulled your face to his, his lips enveloping yours with a deep and warm kiss. You couldn't help but whimper into the kiss, all your doubts and irrational fears running for the hills. You could feel every ounce of love this man had for you just from how he held and kissed you, the way his mouth melded and fit yours perfectly as if it were carved and constructed with your own in mind. Hitoshi finally peeled his lips from yours, trailing soft pecks to your cheeks, nose, eyelids, brows and forehead.

"There's no need for you to apologize (Y/N), I was totally oblivious and ignorant to how things may have come off to you. Miss Amano is a work colleague and nothing more, I swear. She just started teaching when I did, she moved from the states to teach English and I help her every now and then when it comes to the language barrier. Both being new teachers we sort of just tend to help each other out, but it's absolutely nothing more than just coworkers, I promise. The only reason she even calls me by my first name is because of the culture difference sweetheart, I can tell her to stop that though, no problem."

Your lips pouted and you hung your head low. Of course Hitoshi was helping the lady out, it was just the type of person he was, you knew that first hand.

"If she's just an honest friend Toshi, you could've told me. I may be greedy with you sometimes but I'm not going to stop you from having friends."

"I know that sweetness, I honestly just didn't think about it, which is dumb on my end. It's just once I get home to you, other things like work and coworkers are the last thing on my mind. You and Eri come first no matter what. Even when I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you. I mean, I literally am reminded of you and that little brat of a sister every day because your pictures are all over the walls of my classroom. I can't escape you and I'd never even dream about it. You and Eri are pretty much a topic that is brought up multiple times throughout all my classes and conversations," Hitoshi smiled and cupped your face in his hands putting your foreheads together, "No one is safe!"

You huffed a laugh at this, pleasing Hitoshi and causing him to visibly relax. "I guess you're right about that. I truly am sorry though Hitoshi, about earlier, with my tone."

Hitoshi shook his head and pulled you into a hug, resting his cheek on you. "It's nothing baby, we're going to have misunderstandings and get aggravated with each other from time to time. The important thing is that we communicate, talk me to alright? Even if you're so fucking mad, talk to me, let me know how you feel. Don't hide or push away, remember you promised to always keep those pretty eyes on me?"

You cracked a small smile and peeled from Hitoshi's hold to look at him. "I'm sorry Hitoshi," you replied sheepishly, placing a hand to his face. He smiled and grabbed it, turning to place a kiss to the inside of your palm like always. "Promise, you'll keep your own pretty eyes on me as well?"

Hitoshi smirked, shaking his head as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips took your own in a possessive way that was still soft. His hand came up and cupped your cheek when you pulled away, almost breathless, foreheads resting against each other.

"I can't think of a time when they weren't ever on you sweetheart. Everything I have is yours and yours alone, eyes and all."

Smiling, you placed another short and sweet kiss to Hitoshi's lips, brushing the tips of your cold nose with his after. "I love you Hitoshi, eyes and all."

The two of you stayed in the warm jeep for a few more minutes, holding the other close and not wanting to move really but eventually you both made it inside and didn't stop until reaching the bedroom. After taking a long and warm shower together you moved at a snail's pace to dry off and pull on some panties and one of Hitoshi's shirts before dramatically crawling your way into the bed like it was Mount Everest. He would watch and chuckle at our delirious state, you were back to normal, blabbering nonsense, giggling here and there at some joke you made. You even got on all fours and circled around into a nest like a cat.

Hitoshi went to lock everything up then returned, turning off the bedroom light and crawling into bed himself. He had to literally unfold you from your 'cat' like sleeping position, straightening your body out like a normal person only to have you cling to his side and made it damn near impossible to move and get comfortable himself. Once the room was dark the hero shielded you under the blankets as you nuzzled into his skin. His own arms wrapped tight around you, one of his hands playing with your hair as he rubbed your back with the other, softly lulling you to sleep first. Your breathing started to slow and the weight of you in the bed became heavier, high pitched sighs leaving with each breath you exhaled. Once your foot kicked Hitoshi knew you were out for the count.

He kissed your forehead and eyelids softly before pressing his cheek to your hair and humming as well. 

"Crazy little halfling, worrying for nothing. I'm so in love with you, it's unreal," he quietly breathed into your (h/c) tresses before drifting off to sleep as well as a soft kiss was being placed on his skin with a smile.

[neoct18]

pricked; chapter iii

◖pairing ─ reader x taemin

◖rating ─ m [angst, profanity]

◖word count ─  1.815

◖a/n ─ i think this will only have a few more parts. thank you for all the support!

part I , part II

❝ You devastate me. ❞

Taemin knew this would be no negotiation.

He’d grown bored of bad people playing a shoot out as a ‘meet up.’ He’d grown bored of older men in his line of work sugarcoating their crimes with dictionary words. They were all thugs. They committed crimes. They were no ‘top dog’, they didn’t belong in no mafia, they just were. They saw an easy way out, and they grabbed it.

They were all scum, himself included. Though that was about to change, if all in Hell went well. VIXX was an established underground mafia, their circles running throughout South Korea, and even though Taemin was sure Ravi wasn’t the mind behind the organization, he’d found the man crazy enough to be a genius. That was Taemin’s definition of a ‘top dog.’

No gang, and certainly not his, could ever match VIXX, no matter how smart all the members in his group were. He only controlled a few districts in Seoul. And that had taken an awful lot of work; he didn’t like getting his hands dirty, but if you didn’t want to be anyone’s bitch, you always had to do things yourself.

If his father ever taught him anything, it was this.

So after the shoot out at the abandoned building, he followed Leo, Ravi’s right hand, back to their base on his motorbike. He never trusted going with anyone anywhere. It was part of having his own back.

Minho was more reckless. First he insisted on going with him to Busan, and now he’s riding with South Korea’s biggest gang, on unknown territory. Taemin had to give it to his hyung; he had guts.

But Taemin had death. And that, he could hold over everyone’s head. You don’t become a gang leader at twenty-four by bending over and letting them fuck you in the ass. Fuck no.

You had to have a personality; a question mark; a vibe to you. You needed to have your cards right twenty-four seven. And he had all of that. His deadly, quiet aura is what gave him power. He wished he could say his looks didn’t play any part in it, but he’d be lying. Just like he could sweet talk his way out of any girl, he used the same technique but more bluntly to get things done his way.

If you wanted a meeting with Taemin, you bet your bottom dollar you’d leave out of that room with a deal in his favor, without even knowing how.

And that was why Taemin’s gang was hated on. That, and also because his brothers and him were some handsome motherfuckers.

When they reached a house, a little out of Busan, he killed the engine off and walked past everyone, heading straight for Ravi, who was waiting for them on the stairs of what Taemin supposed could be described as a mansion. It made no difference. Anything that has a roof is a house to him; big or small only played a role in the bedroom.

“You’re a crazy bastard, Lee,” Ravi greeted him with a wolfish grin.

Taemin couldn’t help but smirk at his old friend. “I’m not the one having every police station after my ass.”

Ravi’s hair shone fire engine red under the lights of the useless, in Taemin’s eyes, chandeliers.

“Wait ‘til you join us and I’ll let you have a taste.” 

Wonsik’s words sounded like a promise, and Taemin found himself questioning his decisions for the first time in a long while.

You were making tea on that Thursday night, an old movie used as background noise at your empty little room.

When this room became your only option with the limited money you could offer as rent, you had seriously considered moving back with your parents.  But you couldn’t pull through it. You left for a reason, and that was to grow more as your own person. Admitting defeat because of money problems didn’t seem like a good enough reason to run back to Mom and Dad with your tail between your legs.

But that wasn’t what was on your mind, while you poured the hot water into the mug. You wish life was a simple matter such as money, though undoubtedly money couldn’t be classified as ‘a simple matter.’

Taemin had changed your perspective on so many things. You had never really realized how much of his character had slipped through the cracks of your bones, entangling with your own beliefs.

Taemin. Was he even alive? You agonized over it these past two days, when there were no calls, no texts. You reasoned with yourself; things like: ‘Alive? Is this even a real question right now?’ or ‘This isn’t your life, (Y/N). You better wake up from this.’ None of the wake up calls shook you though.

You knew questions like those were part of your reality now. It wasn’t some Korean drama you binge watched, nor a dream of a reckless life. You’d laughed half your way through it, and cried the rest. Bottom line was: If he was alive, he’d come any time now. And you had to give an answer, when you didn’t have one.

Or, better worded, you did have one, you just didn’t know if it was the right one.

You couldn’t sugarcoat it, no matter how you thought about it. You first met Taemin as a different you, a more carefree you, a girl that wasn’t afraid to have a night one stand with a stranger, because, well, fuck, what was life, anyway, right? Who knew?

This whole thing started with you on all fours, coming for a hot guy that drilled into you the fastest you ever had it. And it changed, because apparently love changes everything.

You say you are one thing, but your heart turns blind one day, and suddenly you are something else entirely. And he’s telling you to walk away from it, but from what? Your heart? Him and every way he fucked with your mind? Or the way he fucked you, period?

The lines had been blurred so much, your situation was only bound to get confusing.

When you went to sit on your bed, your phone chirped. Your heart skipped a beat, and letting the mug down with nervous hands, you grabbed the phone and opened the text.

         ‘Open the door.’ read at 23:07

You don’t know how fast you got to the door, or how Taemin collapsed on his knees in front of you, his hands grabbing at your thighs, bloody face buried between them, nuzzling at the soft feeling of your pajamas.

Someone gasped, you, and the vulnerable boy on his knees in front of you let out a muffled scream. It vibrated through you, and shattered your heart. Tears came quicker than you expected, trying to grab at his hands, telling him to get up in a panicked voice.

“It’s cold, it’s cold, please,” you muttered, fingers tangled in his soft, black hair.

It was like something snapped inside him, and next thing you knew he was kicking the door shut, and leaving kisses dangerously close to the place you’d missed him most.

“Taemin?”

“It’s okay,” he rasped, hands tugging your pajama bottoms down.

You had no option but to step out of them. But you were also taken aback. What had happened? What was this? Why was he acting so passionately?

“Wait, wait,” you grabbed hold of his face and pushed it back so you could look at him.

He looked fine, no injuries, but his face had dried brushes of blood. You scanned his dark eyes. He wouldn’t look directly at you.

“Get up and tell me what the fuck happened.”

“Mind your tone.”

“Mind your hands.”

He sighed, closing his eyes and standing up, fingers still tracing your body.

“What happened?” you asked again, guiding his gaze with your hand on his cheek, making him look at you.

“You.” His eyes were furious, but his voice sounded small; soft. “They know about you, they know where you work, what rout you take to your house, your favorite tea shop, what you look like naked─” he cut himself off, tearing his face from your hands, jaw locked.

You should’ve panicked, but you needed more answers. Your trembling worsened.

“Why did you scream?” He didn’t answer. “Taemin.”

“You devastate me,” he began, still refusing to look at you, fists tucked at his sides.

“I didn’t know─  I hadn’t realized how invested I was in you, until they gave me your file and I saw the pictures. Your private moments. Things only I should be seeing, things only I have permission to see─” he stopped again, the clenching of his teeth making it hard for you to understand what he was saying.

“That’s why they needed me now. ‘Cause they were on me. And me being a target means the guys being targets, and you being a target, and I spent half an hour out there thinking about you drinking your goddamned rose tea and being so fucking... clueless of all the ways you could’ve died at any possible second before I got here.

“This is so hard, (Y/N),” that’s when he looked at you, red rimmed eyes looking the most serious you’ve ever seen them. “Stop,” he grabbed your shoulders.

You hadn’t realized you were shaking.

“I never gave a damn about anything, until I spotted you at that bar. From that point on I felt responsible for everything that happened in your life. Even...” he chuckled, “even when you didn’t wear a jacket when going to the convenience store to buy ramen cups. I beat myself up for days for not dressing you up myself when you got that cough.

“I want more for you, and I want to be the one to give it to you, but all I am is a fucked up nobody who doesn’t deserve you, yet got stuck with you. On you. But I’m not going to be saying these things every day. I’m not going to be your little boyfriend, and we’ll never be able to go on dates, ‘cause I’ll be out killing people. I’m cold; I play mind games, and sometimes I’m awkward but I cover it up by being an asshole, and you devastate me.”

He grabbed your ass and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and moved towards the bed. You wouldn’t think about his words, ‘cause you smelt the alcohol on his breath. 

“I missed your body so fucking much,” he whispered, voice raspy from cigarettes and liquor.

You wouldn’t take his words to heart, like you’ve always tried to do. So for now, you’d just take his clothes off, and let him have his way with you, ‘cause you knew he needed this.

You also hoped that would give him his answer. If he remembered any of it come morning.

[freigaeist]

43Jin x Taehyung :)))))

i can’t help falling in love with you

“falling in love with their best friend’s partner au” (from this )pairing: taejin (ft. actual taeguk) genre: unrequited love (so fluff/angst-ish.. flangst… angfloof..)word count: 2.5k

“soundslike someone i should meet”, namjoon murmurs and then looking up atseokjin in amusement: “how ‘bout you? like him, hyung? think he’stoo much?” seokjinfaces the tv, bright lights reflecting on his dark hair, glisteningon the bridge of his nose and sparkling in his eyes, huge in thought.

“toomuch”, he says. yetabsolutely endearing,he thinks.

a/n: had this ask since last october, finally did it! this is my first time posting my english writing online so my anxiety lvl is 3000. also sorry if you mind me ignoring caps for my dear life. i was listening to this and this. enjoy!

whenjeongguk introduces taehyung to seokjin he doesn’t think that thismeeting will lead to great changes in his life. 

so his best friend,five years younger than him, got himself a significant other who wasyounger than seokjin by three years and older than jeongguk by twoyears which seokjin questions because kim taehyung is even more of anovergrown child than jeongguk. seokjin didn’t think that waspossible as jeongguk and he himself are known as the mental kids intheir friend group: always talking about the newest video games,jumping from one argument to the next, their bickering oftenextending into some weird kind of karaoke in made-up languages, thelist extending each time they meet. 

so his best friend jeongguk gothimself a boyfriend, taehyung, whom he is about to meet.

taehyungshares his family name and his hand is equally as big as seokjin’s,warm and the grip firm. he even copies the gesture of pressing hissecond hand onto taehyung’s so that taehyung cages seokjin’s witha sheepish smile that spreads over his handsome features and makeshim younger by round about 10 years. and the kid is only 22.

theyfirst meet at jeongguk’s place where taehyung will eventually movein as they both visit the same college, met on campus and immediatelyclicking it is a match made in heaven. they are disgustingly sweet,unsure and every look, innocent touch and gesture is almost too muchto endure but seokjin feels a teasing smile tugging at the corners ofhis mouth, smiling along and averting his eyes to pay more attentionto the screen and another round of mario party that he is eager towin. that evening is interesting, taehyung is interesting.

heis everything seokjin cannot imagine, not with jeongguk, not withanybody, not as a person that really exists and as the night growsolder he feels himself being more and more in some kind of awe,fascination. 

he feels annoyance at how straight-forward taehyung is,almost on the verge of rude but seokjin is endured by apologeticsmiles and sheepishly sparkling half-moons lighting up not onlytaehyung’s whole face but the room, the building, maybe half ofseoul.

seokjinfeels a faint tingle of worry making his fingers twitch whenevertaehyung scoops too close to the edge of the couch, his long limbsall over the place in excitement matching with his restless mindset -he is talking about everything and nothing with either jeongguk orseokjin and the latter appreciates that the boy somehow manages tosound equally as familiar with seokjin as he must be with jeongguk.

hisways of expressing himself hold something childlike; using thephrases in the wrong context, his tone slipping here and there sothat one could almost think he is foreign and his choice of wordsblunt and direct. he isn’t sugarcoated yet very sweet in his ownways. his voice is surprisingly deep (sometimes it vibrates inbubbling excitement which is weird but a very cute weird) andsoothing to listen to, his face wavering in expressions that haveseokjin thinking he hasn’t seen one of taehyung’s faces twice.

thekid is a mixture of opposites, colliding contrasts that surely keep being around him full of surprises. it isn’t in a bad way but inthe evening seokjin feels exhausted like he just did a calculus examor run five miles in half an hour. at the door he turns around to hisbest friend, a lopsided smile on his lips he’s looking down a bit (insignificantlybut the few centimeters mean everything to competitive jeongguk andseokjin is never too tired to point it out).

afew seconds seokjin holds the breath he doesn’t know he is holding,eyes darting over the few pimples along jeongguk’s jaw, the scar onhis cheek bone (from that one time where they thought throwing flat stones across puddles on the street that were barely three centimeters deep to make them jump several times was a good idea), stubble on his chin he is scratching anxiously andfinally looking into the huge, glistening eyes that always haveseokjin thinking about bunnies or that trico creature in the lastguardian.

thenthe words stumble through his lips before he can reconsider, softenthem, swallow them, anything. he just goes: “he’s weird. veryweird but also very cute”, mirrors jeongguk’s furrowed brows andignores how jeongguk’s lips twitch in amusement and adds jokingly:“goodcatch, JK” and claps a hand on his shoulder (maybe he attempts tocrush jeongguk bones by hitting the younger real hard but that is toform his character - at least that’s what his brothers used to tellhim doing the same every goddamn time).

jeonggukonly barks out a laughter that has his nose scrunching up and all of hishuge teeth showing and seokjin feels his tensed insides relaxing abit whilst laughing along until he sees something moving overjeongguk’s shoulder out of the corner of his eye:

taehyungis leaning in the door frame to the living room, his head hanginglow, barefoot and his posture telling that he never had nor will havea single care in the world. there is the ghost of a smile wrinklingthe corners of his dark eyes that focus as soon as seokjin is lookingat him. apparently he heard what seokjin said because the glisteningin his eyes becomes a nuance darker, then his whole face lights up asa smile blossoms over his features and then he does the most taehyungthing he can do: he makes a very deep and amused sound in the back ofhis throat and waves at seokjin which has him looking a bit dense butmaybe that’s just how seokjin feels in that moment.

seokjinpresses his lips together, blinks rapidly and sniffs before bringingup his hand to wave as well. “uhm. bye taehyung. take care”, hesays and means it. taehyung has to be someone who gets in troubleeasily so he could need a bit luck, right?

“solong, jin-hyung!”, taehyung answers, the bright smile never leavinghis face. seokjin bites back the smile by pressing his lips togetherand he nods at jeongguk once before leaving, his feet bringing himdownstairs and onto the dark streets, painted in frosty white as itwas that time of the year, on their own. 

seokjin doesn’t realizethat he is deep in thoughts until he stands in front of the apartmentthat he shares with namjoon, his cold fingers already in search forthe keys. he finds the keys and is about to open the door when heturns around, gaze ghosting over a slippery side street with thatflickering street light on the other side. he found his way home andhis keys are in his pocket just like everyday - yet seokjin has thefeeling that he is missing something. something..

enteringthe living-room in his pajamas he flops down onto the couch next to asleeping namjoon whose head is rolling off the arm of the couchoccasionally, his snoring louder than the bass-boosted surroundsystem he got for christmas and his mouth hanging wide open. seokjinslaps a hand down onto the old book laying on the ugly reindeer thatcovers the front of namjoons fuzzy christmas sweater and the snoringrips off as namjoon coughs and gets up a little, rubbing sleep fromhis eyes with his knuckles.

“how’sgoin’? guk got ‘imself a sweetie?”, he asks immediately as ifto carry on with the conversation where they stopped (which was asseokjin was leaving the house five hours ago and back then namjoonwas already doomed to fall asleep) and blinks up in seokjins generaldirection, his brows knit together, one eye open. seokjin doesn’tlook at him but at the screen as he turns on the tv, nodding slowly. 

“mh. he did”, he admits and the dull longing in his chest throbs.which is weird. seokjin didn’t forget something at jeongguk’s,did he?

“mh.cool.” namjoon sniffs. then opens his mouth again, voice stillhoarse and words heavy with sleep: “yoongi-hyung said he’s abit.. how to say.. weird. weird?”

seokjin’snodding gets more enthusiastic. “very weird! could be the cause ofyoongi’s daily migraine by merely existing somewhere.” namjooncoughs out a laughter, now rubbing his face with both hands as ifgetting rid of dead skin cells means getting rid of his everlastingtiredness. seokjin recommended a healthy sleep schedule but to quotethe patient himself “beenthere, done that, not working, thanks for nothing doc!”

“soundslike someone i should meet”, namjoon murmurs and then looking up atseokjin in amusement: “how ‘bout you? like him, hyung? think he’stoo much?”

seokjinlooks at namjoon for a few seconds, the anticipating dimples like aghost’s fingers pressing into his cheeks, his ridiculously tousledhair and then he thinks about taehyung. how the corners of his eyes crinkle when hesmiles, how deep his voice is but how childish his ways of expressinghimself. his endless facial expressions and antics, one more ridiculous than the next,his warm fingers on seokjin’s.

seokjinfaces the tv, bright lights reflecting on his dark hair, glisteningon the bridge of his nose and sparkling in his eyes, huge in thought.

“toomuch”, he says.

yetabsolutely endearing,he thinks.

_

standingup, clapping like everybody else, seokjin’s lips break into a smilethat may reach his eyes but leave his stomach cold and his heartnumb. he’s practiced that over the years because for one he got agood amount of occasions where it was necessary and he learned thatis was easier this way, so much easier.

ormaybe that is what he tells himself because as the sun itself comeshis way, all breath-taking smiles and warm hands reaching out, hisheart flutters and the smile wavers a bit. the younger looks gorgeousin his suit, a different color than jeongguk’s but with matchingbows they’re terribly adorable. as jeongguk stops by namjoon, jiminand hoseok to let himself be mashed into a big (and obnoxiously loud)hug, taehyung reaches his long arms out towards seokjin. yoongi nextto him makes a noise in the back of his throat and practicallyvanishes, very much aware of taehyung’s ability to hug as manypeople as possible at once.

“thanks”,seokjin mutters under his breath, resignation painting his nasalvoice deep and husky, before smiling again at the beaming boy thatfinally reaches him. he’s pressed against taehyung and immediatelyfeels too much at the same time: 

there’s his belly growing all warmand bubbly from the inside out, his headache seems to be gone and hisfingers twitch as he rests them against the fabric of taehyung’ssuit. the boy, who’s a man by now almost being 30, smells like healways does and feels like he always does. he’s warmth andsomething incredibly soothing yet seokjin feels more alive than heusually does and as cheesy as it sounds, taehyung’s scent is homefor seokjin.

whentaehyung let go he puts his hands on seokjin’s cheeks and squishesthem together, his eyes glistening, all teeth and giggles escapinghis throat in a strained manner and seokjin is glad that the cake isyet to come because otherwise taehyung would probably eat backwardsright about now as excited as he seems.

“congratulationskid”, seokjin mumbles and ignores how hot taehyung’s fingers areagainst his flushing cheeks. taehyung hops up and down a few times,giggles and then hugs seokjin again, twirling them around slowly andalmost knocking some old relatives from jeongguk’s side of thefamily off their feet. seokjin mutters an apology and awkwardly patsthe youngers back, feeling strangled not by taehyung’s arms but hismere presence, being so close to him.

“thankyouuu jin-hyung! who looked better today, guk-ah or me? be honest”,he warns and once again rests his hands on seokjin’s shoulders, tobe exact the gape of his neck on both sides, thumbs rubbing partiallyover the texture of his jacket, partially grazing his bare skin andsetting seokjin’s bones on fire so that he could almost hear theflames gnawing on his insides, fire licking along his achingskeleton. 

why does taehyung have to be so touchy, he was always likethat. his hand on seokjin’s neck, his thigh against his, bumpingknees and his nose pressed into the crown of seokjin’s head.sometimes he wonders if he was older than taehyung or the other wayaround.

“i’malways honest”, seokjin answers bluntly, eyebrows scooping up slowly andgrin growing one-sided to tease before he laughs at taehyung’sfurrowed brows, an expression of childlike impatience, and nodstowards jeongguk who is wrestling (maybe it is a hug but honestly whoknows when it comes to these two) a laughing yugyeom.

“JKof course! sorry tae but the purple of your suit is so obviously notstraight whilst jeongguk’s midnight blue is as timeless as it isclassy!” at that taehyung pouts and hangs his weight onto seokjinwhen he is slouching over, hands still resting on seokjin’sshoulders and seokjin laughs and can’t help it but bringing a hand up hetousles taehyung’s hair in a playful manner but then the problemoccurs that his fingers don’t want to leave the silky strainsalone.

theylinger carefully, ghosting over hot skin and dark strains and takingcare of the chaos they created. taehyung doesn’t even bat aneyelash at that, if anything he tilts his head a bit to side and intoseokjin’s touch, straightening his back. taehyung’s eyes dartaround slowly whilst seokjin is organizing his hair and there’sthat faint glow right underneath taehyung’s skin, in the dark brownof his eyes making them shine like orbits, the curve of his mouth ashe’s smiling ever so faintly. he’s radiating happiness and thatalone feeds the distant pounding of seokjin’s heavy heart.

whenseokjins throat grows tight, his chest aching with the throbbing echoof a pain that is part of him since he first saw that stupid face infront of him and got to know the soul living in that shell, he dropshis hand and shoves it into the pocket of his trousers, numb fingerscurling inwards, nails digging into his palm. taehyung does thatrapid move with his head to bring all the loose strains back onto hisforehead, falling into his face he looks up at seokjin and beams:

“howdo i look?”, he asks, voice deep, tripping over a syllable ever soslightly. seokjin looks at taehyung, really looks at him and for asecond he thinks he might burst into a thousand pieces and coveringeverything around him in red; the white dresses and roses, the tabledecor yoongi took care of, the cakes he made, the light wooden groundunderneath his wobbly knees and clumsy feet. then again he has beenliving with that dull ache inside of his middle for the longest timeso why couldn’t he just live with it a little bit longer? aneternity alongside the one that jeongguk and taehyung promised eachother today?

“likeall the other love foals that just got married. silly”, seokjinsaid, the smile on his face somehow keeping his flesh together,taehyung’s laughter being curse and blessing at once.

andabsolutely endearing,seokjin thought, his love for taehyung remaining a bitter taste inthe back of his throat amongst the words he will never say.