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embrassemoi · 4 years ago

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Saudade 𐂂 J.P

Summary: James Potter realized he spent years chasing after the wrong girl. But is it too late to finally tell you how he feels?

Pairings: James Potter x Reader, James Potter x Lily Evans, Sirius Black x Reader

Content: Jealousy, pining, unrequited love, brief mentions of NSFW, NOTHING EXPLICIT, angst, no spell check, first fic ever!

The Gryffindor common room was in full swing as soon as the sun set. They had just won the last match of the year against Slytherin. With the rivalry between the two houses, well amongst all of the houses viruses Slytherin, the celebration was inclusive. Students second year and up from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were asked to celebrate alongside the red and gold. It was a petty move, disrespectful at most. Nonetheless, the party was vibrant and was nowhere close to ending.

In the corner leaning against the wall closest to the drinks, James was already on his third glass of firewhiskey, chatting away quietly with Sirius alongside a couple of other Gryffindors on the quidditch team, planning out the next years team. Out of the corner of his eyes, James sees the entrance to the common room open. Curious to who would come to the party this late, he extends his neck only to see you enter the room, hands filled with small wrapped gifts and dressed in a short yet casual dress. Turning to talk to Lily, James' eyes never wavered, even with the presence of fiery-red hair.

It was shocking to him, he didn't expect you to come, you weren't known to party until he remembered that you were dating Sirius who joined the quidditch team this year. Of course, you would come to congratulate him.

You and James were first introduced by Remus. You and Remus had rather an academic friendship at first until she had stumbled upon him in the hospital wing after a nasty full moon. Soon afterwards, a beautiful friendship bloomed that rivalled his friendship with the Marauders until Sirius, James, and Peter forced him to introduce you to them.

In all honesty, James had not paid you attention when you two were first introduced. He admitted, you were pretty, smart, and had a fun personality. That was rare, indeed rare when someone had the full package but nobody could compare to his hyper fixation on the so-called love of his life, his Lily-Pad, the girl of his dreams. But that was two years ago and over time, the constant rejection from Lily had caused James to lose confidence. The chase was no longer fun, her irritated attitude towards him had worn him down. However, James continued to engage in the push and pull with Lily. It was mostly out of habit and his hard work finally paid off. It seemed like a waste to not at least pursue a relationship with Lily.

But within those two years, James fell out of love with Lily and instead fell in love with you. Instead of being shut down for telling a joke, you laughed and encouraged him to continue. Never had you tried to change him, to be quieter or less annoying. You simply let him be who he was and enjoyed his company. It was quite a drastic change from Lily to you and he couldn't pinpoint when he decided to choose you. Maybe when he started to look for you in the great hall rather than Lily or decided to ask you for help. But he did know he fully realized he had fallen for you when he didn't smell lilies, old books and Lily's perfume in the Amortentia Slughorn brewed but instead smelled coffee grounds, the rain and your perfume. You always smelled of coffee, rain and the sweet sugary smell of your perfume he had bought you for Christmas.

Days, weeks, months and then years went by and James Potter still couldn't bring himself to tell her how he felt. If anything, it felt as if his heart was pressed against a microphone, booming with every rapid beat.

But if he was honest, the familiar pain of unrequited love settled in his heart. The once unrequited love he received from Lily was nowhere close to the pain he felt for her.

What made it harder was that he would never be able to express it to her as James snapped out of his daze to feel Sirius leaving his side and made a beeline to her. He saw how his best friend's eyes light up when she smiled back at him. How the light twinkled back in her eyes when she smiled back.

"I never thought in a million years it would be her," a raspy voice says beside him. Remus had replaced Sirius' spot and he grabbed a red solo cup on the table beside them, leaning against the same wall as James.

With a forced chuckle, James let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, we always thought it would be you pal."

A loud groan comes from Remus' mouth, "Would you stop with that, Prongs! She's practically my sister you prat!"

Never once did his eyes leave her until Sirius leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Gazing downwards, James took a sip of the burning whisky and closed his eyes. He felt his heart crack all over again and felt the painful sensation to cry build up. A beat passes again, Remus was starting to become worried about the change in his friend's behaviour. Deciding to break the silence, he turned back to the couple and spoke again."You know, I think she's the one."

James swore he felt his heart crack as he opened his eyes and stared back at his friend, frowning. Even if he wanted, and he very much wanted to, he could never choose his happiness over Sirius.

Never over Sirius' happiness. Not after what he's been through, not after when his family abused him, broke him down and disowned him. Not after all the times Sirius had been there for James. Not when he considered him family.

But it was also undeniable their spark, even James couldn't deny it. Dropping his head, he rotated his red cup to stare at the amber liquid. Instead of the bright contrast of the red reminding him of Lily, the deep comforting golden brown reminded him of you. Another nudge from Remus had James quickly looking up.

"James! Remus!" you greeted, quickly pulling Remus then James into a hug. He took a moment before handing his drink to Remus to fully wrap his arms around her waist, basking in her warmth and the smell of her hair.

Having been friends and having feelings for James for so long never served you any good. You would always be second to Lily and everyone knew that except you and James."Look at you! At a party? Whew, finally came out of a cave, eh?" he said when you pulled away, eyes glazed over and jaw clenched.

"Hardy har, Prongs. I had too and I wouldn't have missed it," you smiled, slightly turning back to look at Remus now talking to Sirius across the room. "You think I would miss yours and Sirius's last quidditch game... ever! If so, my, my, my Fleamont! You really are that daft then, aren't you?"A smile appeared on both of their faces before a gut-wrenching had both of them laughing before James glanced down at her hands. It was a small wooden box painting in both red and gold with a bow on top. Pointing to it he asked, "Who's that for? Sirius?"

"No actually, I gave him a gift earlier. This - this is for you," she said in a shaky, quiet voice. Reaching for his hand, you pulled it towards your body, turning it over to see the palm of his hand. As you placed the box into his hand, James' body felt electric, going into overdrive from your touches. "This better not be some prank you and Sirius are pulling on me," he said, starting to get a little nervous.

"No, seriously. Open it."

As he unlatched the small hinge on the box, the inside was furnished with soft red velvet. In the middle sat a golden ring with the word 'Saudade' engraved inside the band.

"Saudade?" he asked, still looking down at the ring.

It was your time to glance down. Avoiding the question, she asked, "So do you like it?" Panic started to arise when he didn't respond. Perhaps he didn't like it?

Repeating, "James, do you like-." As she continued to stare at James, she saw teardrops falling onto the soft velvet. "James, oh my god I'm sorry I didn't think-"

"I love it." Finally looking to see her face, he gives a weak smile, snuffling. He takes his hand to wipe his face and pulls her back into a hug. "Thank you, I l-love y-." He pauses before starting again, " I love it so much."

"I got it made about a week ago. It was the last game you were going to play so I thought I should get you something special. To remember it."

Pulling back to look him in the face, she smiles again and reaches up to ruffle his hair. "I'm glad you like it, James." His heart soared at the mention of his name before finally breaking apart. Sirius strides over, arms wrapping around her waist before tucking her head under his chin.

"Wow, Prongs, buddy, you alright?" Weakly nodding, he smiles back at him.

"Damn, you broke him didn't you, love? Trying to steal my spot as best friend huh?"

The three giggle before Sirius once again whispers in her ear and James returns to his spot leaning against the wall watching heat rush to both of his best friends' faces. Unable to continue to look, he looks in the opposite direction where he spots Lily and Remus. Lily was chatting away excitedly to him, presumably about life after Hogwarts, but Remus was already staring back. A look of recognition finally rushed through him. He was too observant for his own good. As Remus stepped forward, James' attention turned back to the couple in front.

"Hey Prongs, we have to go. We'll see you tomorrow."

Bidding their goodbyes quickly, you and Sirius both leave, hands wrapped together as you both head up the towers leading to the dorm rooms.

In his daze, Lily touches his arm, peering at him through her eyelashes. She begins to talk, choosing to hold his arm and lean her head against his shoulder. James tries his hardest to focus on her words but the cracking of his heart is louder.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. It won't slow down.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. It's becoming dangerously loud.

He looks back at Remus, a smile of pity gracing his lips.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump

That very night, after James and Lily had made love for the very first time. As Lily was fast asleep on his chest, James slowly detached himself from the red-head and crept out of her bed, snuck out into the shrieking shack and cried. He cried for hours until the sun raised. He yelled, he broke items in the worn-down house, until he was too tired to move. He felt disgusting and guilt riddled every bone in his body. He had never felt emotional pain similar to this. The pain was inexplicable, pretending to have never loved you and Lily instead. The anguish of having to see his best friend love you instead. The grief he felt when he found out Sirius was planning to propose, and the unbearable discomfort he felt when he was asked to be his best man. The agony he felt as he put on his most expensive suit with Lily by his side. The hurt he felt when he saw your beautiful face walk down the aisle, eyes never once leaving Sirius. The despondency he felt when he had to give a speech about how you and Sirius were made for each other.

And as James watched the love of his life and best friend have their first dance as husband and wife, he never felt as hopeless as he did in that very moment. With the wrong woman by his side, a golden ring strung onto a chain underneath his suit shined bright, close to his heart.

Saudade

The nostalgic yearning to be near something or someone again that is distant or has been loved and then lost. It also means that an object or person of longing that might never be had again. Some refer to the word as "the love that remains."

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chocosvt · 4 years ago

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⚬ pairing: junhui x reader ⚬ word count: 8125 ⚬ warnings: none! ⚬ genres: secret relationship, some slice of life uni moments, FLUFF, very light angst, spice, roommates!wonhui.

✧✎ synopsis: you’re friends with junhui - but also, not really. it’s friends and a little bit more than that. it’s difficult keeping your relationship a secret, especially when you’ve never loved someone the way you love him.

✧✎ a/n: NOBODY MOVE! I WROTE A JUN BDAY FIC ;_; this is really just me projecting all my years of love onto a word doc. enjoy!!

It was midnight, and the apartment was dark, unmoving. No one had bothered to clean the blue cereal bowl left in the sink and there remained bread crumbs on the countertop from lunch. As you flicked through the strange glimpses of late-night television, yawning in an outrageous width, there was a hunger pang, accompanied by an immediate craving for some sort of sweet candy.

So, you did what seemed best: fit into your sneakers and a windbreaker and push open the door to Jun’s bedroom while he was curled up on his side watching his drama. Wonwoo would usually be occupying the adjacent bed, though he had stayed over at Joshua’s dorm to study for his next history summative. Yet he’d left his beat-up, decaying textbook on his pillow.

“Put on your slippers or something, we’re going to the convenience store.”

Jun didn’t say anything, rather he continued holding out his phone, the bedsheets pulled taunt to his nose. Looking at Jun’s desk that sat next to the door, you picked up the rubber band ball he’d been adding to since his twelfth-grade year and threw it at his shoulder.

“Ow!” He squeaked dramatically. His head then poked over his shoulder as he attempted to see where the ball rolled off to.

“Put on your slippers,” you reiterated, “I want strawberry tangs.”

Without much effort, Jun quickly gave up looking for the elastic ball and returned to watching his drama, establishing his comfort while somehow still persisting to ignore you. He was very much so a homebody, and if it weren’t for you guiding him out the apartment like a grandchild taking their elderly for an afternoon walk, then he might’ve never left his bedroom apart from his class schedule. Yet, you knew exactly how to persuade him, weaken his heart that was already soft and golden.

An immediate whine rumbled in his throat when you jumped on the bed, pulling at him until he finally rolled onto his back, at last pressing pause on his phone. You tossed a thigh over each side of his silhouette and gripped the boy’s wide shoulders, gazing unflinchingly past his black fringe and into those big, glistening eyes.

“Come with me to the store,” you weren’t sure if you were offering or demanding, “please?”

“I-Isn’t it a little late for that?” Jun stumbled through his laughter. “Why do you need me?”

It was a surface-level question really, but nonetheless, your heart still skipped a beat. In only a second or more the silence was bearing down too heavily and it felt like your heart was a book with all its pages out. Jun’s eyes were twinkling as he blinked up at you.

“Walking around alone at night? Hello? Do you have no concern for me?” Came your joking counter.

He tossed his head back, the black fringe bouncing from his lashes. His capitulating yelp of, “fine, fine, I’ll come” was satisfactory enough for you to remove yourself from the boy’s tiny waist, where you stepped on the floor and nearly sprained your ankle due to that dumb, elastic ball. At least you found it. While you returned the toy to his desk, Jun quickly threw a worn jean jacket over his black long sleeve and didn’t bother bending down to fix his sneakers, his heels jutting out the back.

At the convenience store, the only shoppers were you, Junhui, and this lady wearing a huge pair of sunglasses, though you figured she was far from the strangest of the midnight stragglers.

It was rather quiet, even with the fluorescent lights buzzing and the battery-powered fan keeping the cashier cool at the register. You grabbed the first package of strawberry tangs while Jun sorted through the other flavours very meticulously.

“What about blue raspberry?” He said. “You don’t want that?”

“I don’t know, I just really have a craving for strawberry.”

Jun detached a bright green package from the rack. “Sour apple? What about that?”

“Not tasty at all. Pass.”

He grabbed another package and quirked his eyebrow. “Sweet cherry? Come on. That sounds good.”

You lightly hit his arm with the strawberry candy, your laughter echoing over the shelves, “I just want strawberry! If you think the sweet cherry sounds good then you buy it!”

But Jun just shook the black fringe from his playful gaze, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Tangy zangys are the bottom tier of gummy candy. No way.”

“So shut up then.” The words were harsh, yet your smile was no more menacing than a butterfly.

Since it would be impossible for Jun to leave the store without stocking his snack collection, you shopped for longer than expected, filling a basket with spicy chips and hard candies and a few chocolate bars. Heading home down the nighttime street, beneath the moonlight, the infinite expanse of a blackness that felt like a cocoon, you had already ripped open your strawberry tangs while Jun tore the corner off a tiny pouch of bubblegum poprocks.

They crackled loudly on his tongue, in which he made sure to hover in close proximity to your ear, ensuring you could detect every small fizzle. Each time it warranted you to shove him away, muttering a cheap laugh about how it wasn’t required that he lean in so generously, though you couldn’t evade that one nervous thought ticking at the back of your head: you wanted to kiss him, wrap your palm around Jun’s neck and taste the electric bubblegum from his heart-shaped mouth.

“Aren’t you glad you came with me?” You asked, suckling the sugar off a red candy strip.

Jun swallowed his poprocks. “I guess you can word it like that.”

Standing at the living room fish tank, you opened the tab to the flake box and shook the food into the water, your pink guppy who you had so fittingly named, Princess Pebble, swimming toward the surface in order to nip at the flakes. Wonwoo observed you from his seat at the kitchen table, dragging his spoon through the remainder of his cereal, scooping out the last soggy pieces.

“I feel good about it,” Wonwoo hummed, referring to the history test he wrote yesterday, “I think I might’ve left out some information on the essay question.”

You closed the fish flakes and returned to the table, where you left your cup of tea.

“Eh, who cares,” you mumbled behind the rim, “you’re gonna get like a ninety-five anyways.”

The boy shrugged, pressing a fingertip to his glasses, moving them higher up his nose. He had always been diligent with his studying, though he often left the apartment to write notes at the library or a classmate’s dorm. It was difficult to accomplish much when Junhui would distract him, and rather than reading his textbook, Wonwoo would always end up playing computer games with the latter.

“Did you hear Jun come home last night?” You asked, gulping the rest of your tea.

Wonwoo set his bowl into the sink and filled it with water, smiling. It irked you somehow. You were only curious about whether or not he heard Jun return from his dance practice.

Joining him at the sink to clean your mug, you bumped his elbow. “What’s so cute over here?”

“Nothing,” he hummed dismissively, “I heard him crawl into bed, that’s pretty much it.”

“And that’s funny or something?”

“You ask about him quite frequently.” Wonwoo turned to you with a suspecting glance, one that made you subtly desire to dump a cup of water over his head. “You know that, right?”

The morning air was cool, yet your face felt immensely heated, almost prickling.

“I ask because we’re fri—”

“Friends. Yeah, yeah.” Wonwoo huffed, the omniscient smile creeping back toward his mouth, to which you could do nothing apart from gawk at your roommate despite his reiteration of a musing that wasn’t at all unfamiliar. “I’ve always loved you for your innate sense of comedy. It’s priceless.”

It’s what everyone assumed anyways. You and Jun fought tooth and nail to articulate your friendship, to paint with the colours that would lead everyone to believe it was true. Most often your explanations worked, yet there remained some who were particularly stubborn. Wonwoo was an evident case. But he was too close, too eagle-eyed, and he saw that you and Jun behaved in a manner completely beyond friendship. Despite the likewise feelings, something unbeknownst kept you apart.

“I know exactly what that means, idiot!” Echoed your shout as Wonwoo disappeared down the corridor, hoping to take refuge in his bedroom.

“I’m glad!” The depth of his voice reverberated into the kitchen, and you heard his door quickly shut.

No less than a few seconds later did Junhui reveal himself from around the corner, clean and freshened up after a steamy shower, one he desperately needed upon immediately passing out, sweat-soaked and exhausted in his bed the night before. Soonyoung definitely hadn’t taught their lesson with any degree of ease. Pretending you weren’t just quipping at Wonwoo, you smiled.

“Were you two fighting?” Jun asked, pulling out a frying pan from the cupboard. He usually whipped together an omelette for breakfast.

“No, not at all. We never fight, remember?”

Jun scoffed while opening the fridge, removing an egg carton and a plastic wrapping filled with vegetables. Still hungry, you started peeling open a tangerine from the fruit basket and stood next to him as he organized the produce onto a cutting board. Ever so faintly, you could smell the crisp scent to his aftershave. It was peculiar how a bit of foam could render your chest that cottony.

“In fact, when’s the last time you even remember an argument Wonwoo and I had?” You prodded.

“Two days ago,” Jun laughed, “when Wonwoo wanted to watch that exploration documentary on King Tut, but you changed the channel so you could finish the last season of Home Makeover.”

Pressing his rose lips together, Junhui casted you an innocent glance. “So there’s that.”

Separating a small slice of tangerine, you gently pushed the clove into the boy’s mouth. He smiled softly as he began to chew. With the gentle tang of citrus in the air, you set a hand on Jun’s shoulder and buried your face against his warm neck, whispering, “yeah, and it was definitely worth it.”

Quite frankly, neither you, Jun, Wonwoo, or Joshua were fairing optimally at the library. While Wonwoo sat on the opposite side of the table helping Joshua organize his economics presentation, you were neglecting your biology packet, instead choosing to sketch a tiny Princess Pebble in the paper’s upper corner. Jun had been tasked with reviewing his latest theatre script, yet he hadn’t even flicked through it. He was intrigued by one of the numerous mangas he’d saved to his phone.

“Take the last point off here,” Wonwoo said, peering over Joshua’s shoulder at his laptop, “there’s too much text, and this isn’t a major branch of your topic anyways.”

Joshua sighed as he made a few clicks on his keyboard. “Dude, I don’t think I can edit another word. This class is so boring.”

“Mr. Canning is just a boring professor,” Wonwoo sympathized, “it would be best if it were someone who weren’t so… dry. I guess is the right word.”

Slumping back in his chair, Joshua huffed, “he’s like a human chalk stick.”

Desperate to discuss something that wasn’t related to his lacklustre econ class, Joshua spared a glance at Jun’s unopened script. “Shouldn’t you be learning that?” He asked.

Jun didn’t look away from the phone in his lap. “I can’t do it here.”

“That means he’s going to open it for the first time at one in the morning, the day of his performance.” You chuckled, outlining the sketch of your guppy using Wonwoo’s pink gel pen.

Harshly, Jun’s hand smacked your knee under the table and you couldn’t help but laugh, garnering an over-the-shoulder glare from a student in the corner who’d been trying to focus on their colossal textbook. Wonwoo smiled at them apologetically while Joshua feigned as though he were typing something on his laptop. However, Jun’s hand didn’t leave your knee, and your laughter became an immediate drought, to which the sole thing you could feel was his palm creeping higher up your leg.

Attempting to be subtle, you turned your head slightly and looked at the boy with a bit of a warning expression, though Jun simply continued to scroll through his manga.

“I’m going to check the world history section,” Wonwoo announced, rising from the table, “anyone want to come with?”

Joshua pushed out his chair. “I’ll come just so I don’t have to stare at this shitty powerpoint.”

As soon as the boys walked beyond earshot, you pinched the edge of Jun’s ear. He finally tossed his phone onto the table, though he didn’t exactly appear compassionate, rather he was smirking, for he knew if you truly didn’t want his hand touching your leg then you would have bumped it away.

“You can’t do that.” Nonetheless, there surmounted a need to establish some insignificant boundary, one that neither of you were going to follow through. “Not when they’re so close.”

“But they didn’t see.” Jun replied, squeezing your inner thigh. “It shouldn’t matter.”

“It does. What if Joshua saw?” At that point, Wonwoo was fairly conditioned to your lingering fingertips, grazes and stares. He usually pretended not to notice them. However, Joshua was a risk.

Jun shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t you worry too much? I always touch your leg.”

That was the problem. People trying to convince other people that their relationship was wholly platonic didn’t linger in such an intimate way. They didn’t creep fingertips up the other’s inner thigh beneath a tablecloth, or possess a gaze that traced the other’s lips like a delectable piece of candy when they spoke. There shouldn’t be any whispers pressed quickly against the other’s ear when no one else was looking, or the dire urge to climb into the other’s lap when their legs were wide open.

Both of you were afraid. Neither of you wanted to break the question that would thrust your relationship into the light. You kept waiting for the right time, but it always seemed one step ahead.

The movie theatre was nearly empty as the longwinded credit screen continued rolling, the last few congregations throwing their soda cups and empty packages into the garbage on their way out. Still, the floor of practically every row had been scattered with butter popcorn or melted m&m’s, shiny chocolate wrappers left crinkled in the recliners like the employees were supposed to take them home as gifts. Wonwoo put his hands on the back of his head, examining the disastrous rows.

You sensed he was feeling rather lucky about not being scheduled that night. Jun forced himself from the recliner and picked up his cup of fruit punch, jammed with way too many ice cubes.

If no one else was going to comment, you might as well. “That wasn’t the worst.”

“Agreed.” Wonwoo said, pushing up his glasses. “The murderer’s ploy was difficult to follow at times. I started getting confused when he left his car in the woods.”

“What?” Jun gawked. “That’s when you got confused? I didn’t even know what was happening after the first half hour.” His eyes gleamed in astonishment.

“Same.” You admitted. “I guess you’ll have to explain in the car.”

Reaching into the cupholder, you pulled out the package of strawberry tangs with nothing but a tiny amount of the powder-like sugar left inside.

“Thank you for picking up your trash,” Wonwoo sighed, taking the lead down the stairway while the credit music still played, “I’d hate to be working tonight.”

The wide corridor was completely vacant by the time you exited the theatre. Ever so slightly you could hear the galactic sound effects from the arcade machines. That buttery scent of popcorn seemed to waft no matter where you stood in the cinema. Wonwoo announced that he was going to check the concession counter to see who was on cash, but assured he would meet you and Jun at the back exit. Jun hurriedly downed his fruit punch in a large gulp before you emerged into the night.

You were confined to the small overhang by the doorway, for a hard rain was pelting against the concrete and turned the night air considerably cooler. Not one of you had checked the forecast beforehand, and you would undoubtedly get drenched straight through to the flesh in your thin long-sleeve.

“How are we going to make it to the car?” You groaned.

Pulling up his hood, Jun only laughed. “Now is a good time to be able to teleport.” He then stuck out his hand for a moment, the raindrops hitting his palm.

“Does it feel like bullets?”

“No. It feels kind of nice actually.” He remarked.

Curious, you rolled up your sleeve and extended your arm into the downpour. Jun was right, it felt satisfactory as each of the brisk droplets splashed your skin. However, you prematurely discovered the rain wasn’t so appealing when Jun suddenly shoved you from beneath the overhang.

“Hey— what the hell?!” You squealed upon the immediate repercussions, the cold water already leaking through your top while Junhui slapped his thigh, cackling.

Wanting to erase that luminous grin of his, you attempted wrestling the lanky boy into the weather, but no more than a few harmless drops skimmed his shoulder. Yet, with another brute shove, Jun stumbled, feeling the silver needles of rain pour down from the night sky and swirl at his dampening sneakers. He was laughing as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you hard against his chest before you were even cognisant that an immense wetness was soaking through your every article.

You wished it had been indignance drumming in your heart rather than affection, because it was taking every single fibre of your being not to kiss him. As the droplets beaded down his skin, he was like a springtime flower caught in the morning dew, and when he carded back the wet, black hairs plastered to his forehead, you thought it was possible to fall into him and never feel that concrete scrape your knees. Gently, his hand touched the small of your wet back, his breaths deepening.

He urged you in tighter as his tongue ran along his bottom lip, tasting the rain.

You were shivering, frigid, though your blood was far too warm to let yourself take note. Instead, you moved your head closer, closer, Jun’s cold palm cupping your cheek and your eyes fluttering shut and your soft mouths just brushing together— until Wonwoo appeared from inside.

Instantly, you two pushed away from each other. With his eyes widening, Wonwoo stuttered.

“I-I’m… I’m going to pretend as best I can that something weird didn’t almost happen.” He stated, swallowing thickly. “Just… Why did you two have to get soaked? You’re sitting in my car, y’know!”

At last, you felt that icy shiver trickle down your spine.

“S-Sorry.” You hummed, teeth chattering.

“I guess it’s fine,” Wonwoo sighed, “I have some towels under the passenger’s seat.”

Not long after returning to the apartment, Wonwoo gathered his laptop and slipped into his pyjamas. He proceeded to flop onto the couch to edit his research paper, though it didn’t take much for his eyelids to start weighing down, his dense paragraphs blurring together on the screen. More often than not you would take advantage of Wonwoo’s midnight crashes in the living room.

After exchanging your damp, terribly cold clothes for a warm t-shirt and sweatpants, you found yourself cozied beneath Jun’s comforter for the umpteenth night. The boy’s head rested against the crook of your neck, where his slow breaths were cool to your skin, though they occasionally became heavier when your fingertips stroked at his smooth hair. He was much like a kitten who loved a thorough scratch behind the ears. You swore that he purred whenever you rubbed the right spot.

Holding out his phone, he’d been finishing an episode of his drama before bed. You tucked some of the black locks behind his ear, noting how much it’d grown over the months. Then your gaze wandered over every detail that shaped his face, as though he were a textured oil painting.

His eyes were always glimmering, seemingly innocent and curious, yet you knew just how much that earthly shade could darken when he fell into his professions. When Jun acted on stage, his gaze lost its untainted nature. It moulded into the role of the sinister characters he preferred playing. When he danced in blazing lights, those eyes were sharp enough to consume, to cut, almost like a razorblade.

But then you studied his lips, his heart-shaped cupid’s bow, the small constellation of moles that dotted his skin like kisses from past soulmates. You thought back to the mist and the rain, his hand resting against the small of your back, how close you were to tasting the flavourful, fruity mix of his drink. In fact, you wondered why you didn’t just kiss Junhui whenever you wanted. What was stopping you, in that moment, from turning his head toward you so that your lips could press to his?

Suddenly, the boy laughed at his phone screen, to which you felt the brassy reverberation erupt in his chest, his eyes glinting and his mouth stretched into a box-like smile. You pulled a few strands of hair from his forehead as he seemed to be glowing, his cheeks rosy.

Jun mewled in surprise when your fingers threaded rather tight through his black locks, feeling you tilt his head up until his gaze was burning into yours.

You didn’t hesitate. Leaning forward, you kissed him sweet and slow.

Jun’s eyes fluttered as the pressure warmed his mouth, a small whine getting caught in his throat upon the gentle sting of your hand tugging at his tresses, his scalp tingling. His phone sunk into the bedsheets, and instead he was gripping your t-shirt, moving his head with yours as the kiss deepened. He tasted like mint, and his small whines were silky.

How on earth could you have ever shied from kissing him when it felt so relieving? Nothing else held any significance to you apart from making his pretty lips shine.

However, you needed to catch your breath. Releasing the firm grasp on his hair, you detached your mouth from his, your chest rising and falling in great lengths. The boy’s eyes couldn’t be more glazed, his lips shimmering, flushed garnet and slightly swollen. Neither of you uttered a word. The blankets fell from Jun’s shoulders as he straddled your waist eagerly. Again, his mouth slotted with yours, and your hands slid up his caramel thighs, imprinting his flesh with the curve of your fingernails.

If you kept quiet enough, then perhaps Wonwoo would remain asleep until morning.

Standing amongst the crowd in the cramped performance hall, it was inevitable that you would get bumped around like a tiny, flying pinball. After rutting into Wonwoo’s shoulder for the third time, he seemed dauntingly close to losing his indolence and snapping, though he realized it wasn’t your fault that others were pushing toward the front of the stage and bit his tongue.

It became tradition for Soonyoung and his students to rent the downtown performance hall and host a fundraiser. The event typically lasted a few hours, with a few short interludes where the dancers would retreat backstage to catch their breath. Being Jun’s roommate, you and Wonwoo were always granted access into the small dressing room, and though you never admitted it, you loved experiencing that small flash of pride whenever the moonstruck audience watched you slip away.

The next interlude was closing in. Despite the different dancers on stage, you really, truthfully, only watched Jun. Each time he captured the centre position, you couldn’t help but cup your hands around your mouth, being one of the first to cheer overtop the deafening music as he moved so fluidly, with poise. He was a completely different person when he performed. Somehow, his tender-hearted nature would peel back and he’d emerge a domineering beacon.

As soon as the stage ended, an uproar rippled from the audience and resonated deep in your ears, to which you couldn’t help but slightly bury your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder to muffle the cacophony. Nonetheless, you were clapping, smiling, staring fondly as Jun grabbed his collar and fluffed it out, welcoming a slight gust of humid air. His skin was dewy with sweat, and yet he glowed beautifully, even when he was breathing so heavily through his nose.

Soonyoung was speaking into his microphone, but you missed half his speech, and before you knew it you were being dragged by Wonwoo through the crowd toward the backstage entrance. The room was at least big enough to accommodate the dancers. Jun was in the corner, gulping down his water.

“Only three more songs,” Wonwoo smiled, “you guys really stepped the level up this year.”

It took a moment before Jun replied, the column of his neck glittering as he completely crushed the plastic bottle in his hands.

“Yeah,” he burst out, “I’m freaking dying.”

“It’s for a good cause at least.” Wonwoo reasoned, ignoring how you stepped on his foot.

After Jun rolled his eyes, he was staring at you.

The air grew much too thick, and you had to clear your throat. “S-Seriously, you’ve improved so much. I can’t believe it.”

“Thanks,” Jun replied, scratching his nape, “it’s nothing special, really.”

“Uh? Nothing special?” Wonwoo quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t Soonyoung say you’re one of the best in the class?”

When Jun innocently flitted his gaze toward a distant spot and pressed his lips together, Wonwoo merely huffed, announcing he was going to the lobby for a drink of water. You watched him wind between the busy dancers, either wiping down their sweat or fanning themselves, until he disappeared out the door. When you faced Jun again, you looped your fingers through the satin collar of his stage outfit and kissed him quickly, knowing everyone was too occupied to take note.

He squeaked, “what happened to being careful?”

“This is your fault.” You eagerly pinned it on him. “Try being less hot.”

“That’s horrible advice. And also not possible. Which makes it worse than horrible.”

You weren’t sure whether or not you wanted to feel his mouth again or whack the side of his head with his deflated water bottle. Opting for latter, you stole another kiss, though you tensed in surprise when Jun wrapped his arm around your waist to secure your body firm against his. Hastily, you pushed at his toned stomach, your heart drilling manically as you looked over your shoulder toward the dancers. It didn’t appear as though anyone had seen and you breathed out in relief.

Suddenly, Soonyoung poked his head through the doorway.

“Ten minutes!” He shouted before disappearing.

Jun was staring at you with the most ingenious twinkle.

“That was your fault.” He purred, tapping your thigh with his water bottle. “Try being less hot.”

You did feel a small sliver of guilt. After all, Wonwoo had been waiting back at the apartment for approximately an hour, twiddling his thumbs, wondering why you and Jun required so much goddamn time just to buy some hot fudge sundaes. The molten taste of the chocolate, the vanilla ice cream, cold and sweet, was completely stolen from your lips by the boy whose lap you were occupying. Wonwoo’s sundae sat on the dashboard, dripping slowly beneath the evening sunlight.

And yet, that infinitesimal sliver was plucked straight out when Jun latched onto a sensitive patch of your neck, softly digging in his teeth and swirling his tongue. Your fingers sheathed through the black hair and pulled up at the roots, knowing how much pleasure he took from the dull sting. Button by button, Jun started to simultaneously open your shirt, to which you questioned if this was really happening, if you were really going to sort of out the complications of intercourse in his car.

The device abandoned in the passenger’s seat buzzed. You already knew the name to the text. As Jun kissed his way down to your collarbone, licking and suckling, you reached for your phone, feeling it buzz again with another impatient text. The guilt from earlier began to resurface.

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] This is suspicious now. WHERE ARE YOU? >:(

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] Actually screw that. WHERE IS MY HOT FUDGE SUNDAE?

The screen blipped with yet another message.

[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] I know you’re reading these… Answer me or I won’t feed Princess Pebble!!

“J-Jun,” you piped up, hearing his low, husky mumble while he continued to mark your collarbone, “I think we need to go home now.”

The boy splayed a few more open-mouthed kisses against the skin before peeking up at you, his eyes wide and glimmering, lips flushed a deep magenta. With half the buttons of your shirt hanging open and your heart blazing, you had to snip the venereal longing in its bud.

“What’s wrong?” Jun hummed, pushing his fingers through the loops on your jeans. “Who’s texting?”

“Wonwoo. He’s been waiting for almost an hour, and his sundae is gonna be a puddle at this rate.”

He blinked a bit cluelessly, though still in musing. “There’s no way to be quick about this, is there?”

Rebuttoning your shirt, you shook your head and laughed. “Let’s wait before we ruin the car. I’m sure there’ll be a better time in the future.”

Jun nodded in agreement and relaxed back into the seat, a ray of sunshine that bled golden slanting through the windshield. Somehow, Wonwoo’s sundae wasn’t a complete pool sitting in the plastic cup, but that didn’t negate the fact he was still going to start his theory on responsibility and trust the moment you stepped onto the welcome mat. As you finished clasping the last buttons, something had caught Jun’s eye out the window, for he immediately panicked and tightly gripped your waist.

“Oh my god, g-get off my lap,” he grunted, to which your head bumped against the ceiling during the hurried shuffle and your knee whacked the gearstick.

“Ow! Okay, I’m going! Jeez, could you not give me a warning?”

“No,” Jun remarked, looking quickly to the rear-view mirror to straighten out his hair, “it’s Jeonghan and Soonyoung. They just came out of the store.”

When you glanced out Jun’s window, you noted the duo making their way across the parking lot, some plastic bags filled with groceries hanging from Jeonghan’s hand while Soonyoung appeared to be texting someone. To both your dismay, Soonyoung immediately recognized Jun’s car. You watched as the blonde bumped Jeonghan’s shoulder, how they took a slight detour on their way over.

“We have to talk to them?” You whined. “Are you kidding? Lock your window.”

Jun’s brow pinched together. “How is that going to help? They already saw us so just relax.”

“You’re telling me to relax? You practically threw me off your la—”

“Shht,” Jun snapped as the two boys drew nearer, “just shhhhht okay?” And with an incredibly large gulp, he plastered a happy-go-lucky smile to his mouth and let the window slide open.

“Jun?” Soonyoung called, leaning down slightly to peer inside the vehicle. “What’re you doing out here, huh? Back from shoplifting?”

Jeonghan bent down too, grinning snidely. “You looked a little frazzled or something.”

“Me?” Jun pointed at himself. “No, I’m fine. Just – we have to leave. Wonwoo is waiting.”

“Wonwoo?” Jeonghan seemed excited. “I haven’t seen him in a while. Hey, tell him I’m still appreciative for writing my World History paper on the Persian Empire.”

You knew it was best to stay quiet, but you couldn’t help your slight choke. Wonwoo had come home one day saying that one of his classmates offered him seventy-five bucks if he’d write their history paper. He wasn’t going to oblige originally, but cracked after listening to his classmate type out their introduction in the library, that it was just so bad Wonwoo felt piteous and decided to pitch in.

Gaping at Jeonghan, you exclaimed, “that was you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I still dropped that class. And Wonwoo definitely thinks I’m a dumbass. But I didn’t have to do a spot of work, and now I’m getting smooth nineties in English. You just have to make up some shit and do a couple fancy indents and you’re set.”

Jeonghan paused, then leaned in a little further to look you up and down. “Y’know, I’ve never seen you before. How easily do you give out your numbe—”

“We really have to go,” Jun interrupted, already clicking the button to roll up the window, “see you at practice, Soonyoung. Bye Jeonghan!”

The two boys didn’t really have any other option apart from stepping back, allowing Jun to exit the parking space and turn onto the road. Not that it would help much, you turned on the air conditioning until it felt like the wind was pure ice, hoping that you’d be able to preserve Wonwoo’s melting fudge sundae. You made sure to text him on your whereabouts, that you were heading home, and churned up a white lie about how you ran into Jun’s friends who held a persistent conversation.

It wasn’t entirely false. And yet, Wonwoo still managed to see through it.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: Just say you were making out.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: Btw, I fed Princess Pebble.

[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: I’m not a sinner. Unlike you guys.

Later that evening, after delivering Wonwoo his melted cup of chocolate ice cream, after Jun quickly threw some extra clothes into his backpack and ran to his late-night dance practice, you were standing at the fish tank with some new plants you bought for your guppy. As the bright lights of the tank reflected across your face, there was a strange feeling inside you. It seemed like turbulence, confusion, your heart experiencing one sentiment but your brain thinking another.

You hadn’t realized you were absently standing there until Wonwoo came into the dark living room, holding a crumpled tube of toothpaste and his toothbrush. Watching the pink fish swim in between her new seaweed arrangement, he asked you if there was an extra tube stored in your bedroom.

“Don’t think so. Text Jun and ask him to stop at the store when his practice ends.”

“I’ll do that…” Wonwoo sighed. “Hey, you know I already fed Princess Pebble?”

He accompanied you at the tank. For some reason, you refused to look at Wonwoo. You felt unusually vulnerable, like a fragile shell that could be cracked open even by the gentlest hands, and the more you thought into your emotions, the harder your heart started pounding.

“I-I know,” you smiled weakly, “but I got her some new plants today. I just put them in.”

Wonwoo could always tell when something was off-kilter. You almost hated how sharp his senses were, that he was able to detect with such accuracy how you were being eaten up inside. Softly, he touched your shoulder, urged you to turn toward him so he could see the honest colour in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned, pushing up the bridge of his glasses.

You felt terrified, but there was no sense in pretending.

“How do I tell Jun that I’m in love with him? That I don’t want us to be a secret anymore?”

It was a weighted question, and you knew that. But it was also the truth. As much as it could be invigorating to maintain a secret relationship, you were beginning to feel the brittle side effects that came with keeping such love behind closed doors. You didn’t want Jun to push you from his lap just because his friends might’ve seen you, nor did you want to keep an eye out for whether or not you should knock his hand off your thigh in public. The secrecy had been fun, but it wasn’t enough.

Scratching the blue collar of his shirt, Wonwoo appeared uncertain.

“I’m not sure, honestly. I just think you shouldn’t repress this. You need to be upfront.”

“How?” It sounded like a desperate plead. “I don’t know how, Wonwoo.”

“Stop overthinking it,” the boy advised, grabbing onto your shoulders and giving your frame a small, grounding shake, “you know Jun. You know he isn’t a rash person. You know if you tell him he’ll hear every word of it. It doesn’t take a genius to see you’re all he thinks about.”

Wonwoo brushed at the side of your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t hurt yourself like this, okay? The next time you’re alone, just say how you feel. I promise it won’t be as bad as you’re hypothesizing.”

You inhaled a deep breath and nodded. Overthinking was a poison to you. It shouldn’t be that difficult to be honest, especially when you knew how attentive Jun was, the manner in which he always adapted himself to be of a comforting presence.

“Okay,” you attempted to draw together some confidence, “I’ll do that.”

“Good.” The boy grinned, still fiddling with his empty tube of toothpaste. “It really doesn’t bother me that you guys run around together. Just… please… never do anything weird in my bed.”

The next time you were alone with Jun, it was all but a desirable circumstance. Once you came home from work and heated up some leftover dinner in the microwave, you decided to feed Princess Pebble, though your jaw unhinged as you noticed something a little unorthodox about her tank: a pink blotch floating against the surface of the water. Immediately, the tears welted hot and stinging against your eyes. You had to use the small net to scoop your guppy out from the water.

Remarkably, Princess Pebble had lived a long life for a fish. You remembered walking with Jun to the pet store one summer afternoon, after you two finished your last day of eleventh grade and had just escaped a brutal chemistry exam. Rather than studying beforehand, you spent ample time researching different types of fish, and would often send Jun pictures asking him to choose which one he thought was cutest. Yet, at the end of it all, you chose a guppy with the prettiest pink scales.

“Don’t most people want a puppy? A kitten? And you choose a boring fish.”

Jun had teased, sounding awkward and a bit lisped through his braces.

Somehow, Princess Pebble had managed to live a five-year lifespan. Wonwoo told you most guppies live for two years, three years if the owner takes good care. Sitting at the kitchen table, you placed her body onto a piece of paper towel, the thick tears dripping down your cheeks while your sinuses grew wet and congested. You didn’t know if it was petulant to be your age, crying over a pet fish. In fact, you didn’t even possess the heart to rise from the table and discard her body.

It wasn’t much longer until Jun returned home after his theatre class, to which you heard his key rattling in the lock. Wonwoo was scheduled for a shift at the cinema, most likely handing out overpriced popcorn and chocolate and having to reject every person who asked for his number.

“Hey,” he called, shouldering off his backpack, “Wonwoo texted me. That weird thriller we were looking at is playing next week. We should—,”

Jun paused the moment he heard your runny sniffling. He didn’t realize that your fish was sitting on the paper towel until he took a few steps closer. You felt embarrassed Jun had to see you like this. If you were crying, it had always been over something with a little more gravity, like the time you were distraught about flunking your laboratory practical, and Wonwoo couldn’t persuade you to open your bedroom door no matter how frequently he stood outside, pleading.

Plucking at the collar of your shirt, you used the fabric to clear away the tears. Without a word, Jun grabbed another chair from the dining table and pulled it next to you, scooting in close. As soon as you felt his arm drape around your shoulders, it was like someone had pulled the plug on a bathtub filled with water, to which you pressed your face against his neck and sobbed harder.

“I’m so sorry.” Jun whispered, hugging you tight to his comfortable chest. “It’s okay to be upset. I know how much she meant to you.”

He drew soothing strokes down the back of your head, and he sat with you until those wet pearls ran dry with salt. You knew it wasn’t wise to keep her body out in the air, that you would have to discard her somehow, yet the thought of having to flush her away seemed too cruel. Jun wiped the soft glisten from your cheeks with his sleeve, his fingers then tracing up and down the side of your face.

“I-I don’t want to flush her.” You blubbered.

The boy shook his head. “We won’t do that. We’ll find a good way to handle it.” His thumb brushed tenderly below the fragile skin of your eye for a moment, and he seemed to be in musing.

“Wait here.” He announced, suddenly running into his bedroom.

You could hear Jun shuffling through his closet, moving around clothing hangers and pushing aside boxes still filled with some of his old belongings from homelife in Shenzhen. When he remerged into the living room, he was holding a particular tissue box, one that you hadn’t seen since twelfth grade biology. You, Jun, and Wonwoo had painted and decorated the box as part of an optional project, to see if you could grow any plants from the packets of radish and tomato seeds your teacher had.

Nothing ever grew. Wonwoo claimed there had been some green sprouts when it was his turn to look after the makeshift garden, but that his cat snuck into his room and ate them all. Jun always kept a multitude of random things that dated back to your adolescence. As awkward and bumpy as those times were, seeing the tissue box reminded you that there had been precious moments too.

“Why do you still have that?” You laughed, even if your chest was aching.

“Because that was the first time us three did something together.” Jun said, returning to his seat beside you. “It was one of the first memories I made after moving away from home.”

You fondly looked at Jun while pulling the tissue box toward you, slathered in old, chipping acrylic paint and obnoxious, starry glitter.

Licking the dry salt off your lips, you smiled. “Princess Pebble would love this.”

“It can be her shrine. When Wonwoo comes home, we can find a good place to bury it.” Jun explained. “I know I called her boring five years ago, but I didn’t mean it. I loved her too.”

In the pensive silence, you thought back to your conversation with Wonwoo, recalling his firm grip on your shoulders as he reiterated the importance of freeing your heart, of not bogging yourself down with too many untold truths. Then, you glanced at Jun. You thought about that fluttering feeling when you kissed him, when you ran your fingers through his hair, listening to his deep-chested laughter whenever he gleefully buckled over into your lap after telling one of his hit-or-miss jokes.

The boy tensed slightly as you pulled him into a hug, though he quickly came to ease and warmth. You thanked him, because it just felt like the right thing to do for his compassion.

And then you told him something else.

“I love you.”

Without missing a heartbeat, he murmured against your hair, “I love you too.”

It was late, unreasonably late, the past-midnight late where the entire world falls still like an unperturbed pond. Downtown was completely hushed. Every so often the wind picked up, though it inevitably withered away in between the buildings and emerged a pitiful whistle onto the street. And yet, despite the fact you should be tucked in bed while the moon protected the silence in her silver hands, you were pushing outside the convenience shop with Jun close behind.

He took the end of a straw into his mouth and slurped at the sweet, cherry-flavoured slushie that was beginning to empty. Immediately, he crinkled his forehead and his face contorted.

“How many times have I said not to do that?” You laughed as he passed you the slippery cup.

“I don’t know. Three?” Jun replied with a grimace. “I can really feel it. Wait, I need a moment.”

You stopped next to the traffic post at the end of the street. Jun grabbed at his hair and squeezed like it was some miraculous remedy for curing a brain freeze. Directing the straw into your mouth, you sucked up the cherry syrup and crushed ice until you felt the distant ache thrum inside your head.

“Okay…” Jun concluded, brushing the long, black fringe from his eyes, “I’m good now.”

Thrusting the drink back into his hands, you couldn’t help but huff: “you’re such a baby.”

As though to prove your point, Jun started whining. “My head is so, so cold. It’s freezing.”

“So put this up or something.” You teased, reaching around the back of his neck to pull the boy’s hood over his head. Giggling slightly, you grinned at him as he shot you a questionable glance.

The streets remained quiet, and the sky was remarkably clear, no more than a few ragged and thin clouds drifting over the stars. The last time you had been on this corner, you were licking the strawberry sugar off your fingertips while Jun crumpled his last packet of popping candy. You remembered tracing the rose tint that warmed his lips, each fibre in your muscle twitching because you just wanted to wrap a hand through his locks and kiss him like he was your last breath.

You didn’t understand how you could love one person so much. Why love often fused itself into your bloodstream more than functionality. Your heart knew how to beat, yet it stumbled whenever you gazed at him. Your lungs knew how to filter the air, yet they closed up whenever you caught his eye. Your tongue knew how to articulate, yet it tied itself in a knot the moment he’d touch you.

“Hey,” you mumbled, patting his arm, “can I ask you something?”

Jun looked away from the stars, sipping at his drink again. He nodded.

The moon probably wanted to crush your heart in her hands for how loudly it was thumping.

“What if I told you that I want people to know we’re together? What would you say?”

Despite your anxiousness, you weren’t as afraid as you anticipated. Maybe it was because Jun didn’t immediately sour or attempt to disparage your sentiments. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he blinked at you, but it didn’t matter. When it was most important, Jun picked his words carefully.

“I’d tell you that I want the same thing,” he admitted, his tone deepening and the amber in his cheeks sparked with pink, “that I want people to know how I feel about you… That I’ve always been in love with you.”

You smiled wide, like a kid who just got their braces off. Unable to contain such a rapturous energy, you stepped in close to Jun and held onto his shoulders, dotting the corners of his mouth with small kisses before you pressed your lips against his. You felt him smirk, though it seemed too devious. Jun had suddenly wrapped his arms around your lower back, pushing you in chest-to-chest. You melted as he kissed you, your fingertips ghosting along the soft hairs at his nape, the moonlight on your skin.

When you arrived back at the apartment, you could hear a few of Wonwoo’s gentle snores echo from behind the bedroom door. Just before you slipped away into your own room, Jun left a goodnight kiss to the top of your head, his hand thoughtfully squeezing your hip.

“I-Isn’t it a little late for that?” Jun stumbled through his laughter. “Why do you need me?”

You finally knew what you should have said.

“Because I love you.”

✧✎ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET PRINCE!! never would i have imagined that someone who’s on the opposite side of the globe could mean so much to me ;_; mr. moon has been such a healing presence, and it’s bc of him that i have found so much happiness these past five years! whenever i see him smiling and laughing and have good ol times just being himself, all my worrisome thoughts somehow fade away and i feel only joy!!

anyways, i don’t want to ramble for too long (i could really fill a page with my cloying sentiments r.i.p) but i hope this was a wholesome fic!! the stars aligned and for once i was able to write a fic for a member’s birthday :_)

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— 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

+ kaminari denki. fluff, wc: 1.7k

kaminari discovers the wonders of a skincare fridge during his study session with you.

“you’re telling me we’re allowed to have mini fridges in our rooms and no one told me?!”

“stop talking and focus on the math,” you scold, tapping his arm with your pen to get him to focus. instead, he gets up and goes to your desk, peering at the fancy little fridge.

“not until you tell me how the hell you got this thing in here without iida noticing. last time i tried to smuggle a fridge into my room it got confiscated, and now it’s permanently in the staff room.” kaminari sounds so unnaturally serious that it makes you chuckle, muttering something about how only he would try something as dumb as that.

deciding that it was time for a break anyways, you throw your pen down and head towards him. “it’s a skincare fridge, silly. you don’t put food in it,” you explain, swinging the small door open to show him the contents.

“woah. you use everything in here on your face?” he picks up a fancy looking bottle, peering at the strange contents inside. you hum, plucking the bottle out of his hands and returning it to its spot. “careful with that, it’s the most expensive thing i’ve ever bought for myself. so if you break it don’t expect to come back here ever again.”

“wow, i really thought you trusted me.” kaminari pouts at you, making you laugh.

“‘course i do,” you reply easily, pulling out a smaller bottle from the surprising depths of the fridge. “but i don’t even trust myself to hold it. if i dropped it i would be devastated.”

kaminari’s glad you’re not looking him, instead focused on shuffling through your drawer. he doesn’t want you seeing the faint blush on his cheeks instead of the usual goofy smile, a little surprised at how easily and casually you had admitted to trusting him.

you let out a satisfied ah! as you finally find the hairbands you were digging for. “i knew i had an extra one in there.”

“why would you need headbands right now-“ he’s cut off by you shushing him, pulling out the chair under the desk and pushing him into it so that you can reach his head. “ask less questions and just enjoy the moment, sparky.”

and he’d be damned if he wasn’t enjoying the moment. you’re so close to him he can practically smell your shampoo, pushing the hairband into his hair and pushing it back before doing the same with your own.

“skincare break,” you announce, pulling him towards the bathroom. “wash your face and we can do a sheet mask.”

“aren’t those things expensive though?” kaminari asks as he pats his face dry with a towel you’d offered him. all he gets is a shrug in return as you swing the door of the fridge open, pulling out two packets and gesturing for him to sit back down in the chair, you settling down on your bed across him.

“it’s alright,” you hold out the masks for him to choose, “i wouldn’t buy them if i wasn’t planning on using ‘em. besides, i don’t mind if it’s you.”

god, you really need to stop saying things that drive his heart crazy. kaminari seems to contemplate your words for a moment before plucking one of the packets out of your hands. following your actions he rips the packaging open, watching as you open the sheet and applying it to your face with practiced ease.

“c’mon, put yours on too,” you mumble, trying not to let the mask shift around from your taking. nodding he reaches into the packet, shuddering at the strange consistency of its contents.

“why is it so slimy?” kaminari doesn’t seem as enthusiastic about your little skincare date anymore, eyeing the sheet suspiciously.

letting out a small chuckle you feign annoyance, rolling your eyes and taking the mask from him. “don’t move when i put it on or you’ll waste all of my money,” your murmur, dragging his chair closer to you with your foot.

and suddenly you’re so close to him again, holding him down with your elbow and peeling the mask open. “you don’t have to be so embarrassed about it, you know,” you chuckle, poking at his red cheek, “i already have the mask on, so we can be ugly together.”

“you’ll never be-” kaminari begins to say something, but is cut off by you suddenly moving the mask towards him. without warning you press the mask onto his face, laughing when he lets out a unholy screech, a flash of electricity going to his hair and charging it with static.

grumbling about how that was unfair he pouts , eliciting another giggle from you as you tip your head back and allow yourself to fall back onto the mattress. “It wasn’t that bad, you big baby. you’ll learn to get used to it.”

kaminari’s pretty sure it wasn’t the main point but all he can focus on is the fact that you’d called him baby. maybe not in the way he’d wanted, but nonetheless he’s still happy about it. humming in agreement with your statement, you fall into a comfortable silence, waiting for the mask to do its magic.

“hey.”

“yeah?” you don’t get up from your position on the bed, swinging your legs onto kaminari’s lap.

“this is nice.” you hum in agreement, a small content smile creeping onto your face. under your feet you feel kaminari shift, trying to find a comfortable position to stretch his legs out.

“i don’t mind if you wanna come lie down,” you mumble, patting the empty space next to you.

“you sure?” although his tone is hesitant, he wastes no time in standing up and shuffling towards you, keeping his face tipped towards the ceiling, worried the mask might slide off if he moves too much.

“yep.” the bed dips from his weight, a little sigh escaping his lips as he stretches his limbs out, the motion akin to that of a cat.

the only sounds between you are your quiet breaths, falling into sync and slowing along with your heartbeats. it’s a rare moment of serenity with the usually loud and hyper boy next to you.

when you glance at the clock on your bedside table it’s already been twenty minutes. lazily you reach over to poke kaminari in the side, murmuring for him to get up and take the mask off. when he doesn’t budge you sit up slowly, blinking a few times to shake off the grogginess before glancing back over at the blonde and realizing that oh, he had fallen asleep.

you don’t try and stop the small smile that makes its way onto your face as you take the opportunity to admire him, features unusually soft, quiet snores escaping soft lips every once in a while. it’s endearing, this side of him when he’s not being loud and chaotic.

you peel your own mask off, patting the excess lotion into your skin and taking the hairband off before turning to the sleeping form next to you, reaching for the edges of his mask and carefully removing his. all the while you keep an eye on his features, making sure not to wake him with any sudden movements.

his skin is surprisingly soft for someone who barely knows the purpose of toner, you think to yourself as you pat the lotion in with gentle touches, marvelling quietly at the way his skin seemed to bounce back every time your fingers press against the supple flesh. it’s hard to resist the urge to pinch his cheeks but you hold yourself back, not wanting it to leave marks on his surprisingly plush cheeks.

“there we go, all done,” you say to yourself as you slide off his hairband, leaning back and squinting at his face, trying to decipher whether he really was fast asleep.

poking at his eyebrows doesn’t elicit any kind of response so you get bolder, leaning closer to his face and risking a soft peck on his cheek, so light and soft.

your lips ghosting over his cheek so quickly that it’d probably go by missed if you hadn’t been so hyper aware of the entire situation, cheeks burning as you hope to god you hadn’t woken him up.

but judging by his reaction, you were busted. his eyes instantly fly open, brilliant gold meeting yours as you freeze up in shock, mind racing to find an excuse.

“do it again,” he blurts out, loud and sudden any very much back to his normal self. There’s a furious blush on his cheeks but he refuses to back down, eyes locked with yours and you just find the entire situation oh so endearing.

“do what?” you tease, giving him a cheeky grin. kaminari’s expression morphs into one of betrayal, wounded like you’d kicked him in the chest. it makes you heart clench in guilt for a split second, and so you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, still the slightest bit dewy from the mask earlier.

“just kidding. don’t look so sad, sparky.”

he doesn’t get a chance to even react before your lips are on his, pressing against him so gently he’s worried you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold you closer to him.

scooting closer to you, he tries to take the opportunity to bring his own hands up to your face but is quickly stopped by you, a hand coming down and lacing your fingers through his, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, a silent promise that you’d always be there.

“you’re gonna wipe all the good stuff off,” you murmur as he breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, nose playfully bumping against yours.

kaminari feels like his heart might burst as he pulls your back into his chest, your body fitting against his so perfectly, the way he’d dreamed of for so many restless nights just yearning for your touch.

"so do you think if i tried to get a skincare fridge for my room iida would-”

“don’t even think about it, i’m warning you.”

#bnha scenarios #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #mha imagines #mha headcanons #denki x reader #kaminari fluff #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #bnha kaminari

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dragonsareourfuture · 4 years ago

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Reunion — Parent!L/Parent!GN!Reader

We finally got some L into the mix! This is honestly less focused on you and L’s relationship and more so on the family dynamic between all the other characters and you guys, plus your daughter! Everything’s pretty chill, no mentions of the Kira case, no angst. Just...happy. (Also, just wanted to mention that there are some jabs at people who stream for a living in this but that’s just Roger being a dick your job is valid no matter what <3)

(DN) = Daughter’s Name :)

WHERE? WHERE IS MY NIECE?”

“Jesus, Misa! Be careful!”

As soon as these voices were heard, Roger was sure that all peace and quiet for the day would be cast out the window. Even so, he put on a cheerful smile and exited the kitchen to greet yours and L’s bittersweet friends who had just begun removing their shoes to place in the neat shoe rack in the foyer.

“Ah, Light Yagami and Misa Amane, glad you could make it,” Roger began.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize for the short notice, but L had mentioned that it was his daughter’s birthday and we just had to attend,” Light explained with a faux, closed-eyed grin as he lifted a bag decorated like a birthday present for further explanation.

Roger nodded curtly and took the present from Light, holding out a hand to direct the couple towards the kitchen where the festivities were to be held for that evening.

Misa perked up again when she laid eyes upon the infant being bounced on your knee, giggling absentmindedly.

“There she is!” The enthusiastic blond squealed, practically shoving her boyfriend of three years out of the way to kneel in front of the babbling child like she was a god.

You giggled at her antics and let her squish your baby’s cheeks between her fingers. “Hi, Misa. It’s been a while.”

“I know! It has, hasn’t it?” Misa cooed, words directed at you but using the high pitched voice one uses to speak to a child nonetheless.

Light ambled into the kitchen hesitantly, eyeing L, who was standing over you as you sat on a stool at the counter, his hand on your shoulder while the other one resided in his pocket. Light nodded politely, his features stiff and his shoulders tense as if waiting for L to provoke him at any second. L easily picked up on Light’s careful movements and squared his shoulders, correcting his posture a bit though his dull expression never changed. Luckily, the tension was snapped when the front door opened once again and two college-age kids stepped into the cool interior of the fairly large home.

L seemed to relax more now that more people he was comfortable with began filing into the space. The pair in question — a lazily dressed brunet adorned with a cigarette and orange-tinted goggles as well as a leather clad blond with scar tissue occupying the left side of his face and arm — came through the threshold and packed themselves into the already tight-fitting kitchen, bickering with each other all the while.

“Matt, just put it over there.”

“No, I wanna give it to her now!”

“Be patient, asshat!”

“Hey, no language like that in front of the baby!”

You snapped your fingers to get the boys’ attention and gestured for them to just hand you their present already. Matt happily stepped forward and handed you a crudely wrapped gift. Not to mention, they had used crumpled newspaper and a length of thread to tie the gift together. Matt shot you a sheepish smile and admitted, “We couldn’t afford wrapping paper...”

“Aw, guys, this is more than enough! Thank you.” You glanced down at your daughter and allowed her tiny yet strong fingers to curl around your own. “Can you say ‘thank you’, (DN)?”

The little girl bouncing on your knee gazed up, recited gibberish at the two boys and stuck out her slimy tongue, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.

“You’re welcome, little one.” The brunet patted the girl’s head and (DN) grabbed at his wrist. He let her tug his hand down and stare at his fingers in awe, even if her hands were covered in baby saliva.

Mello let out a subtle chuckle and pulled out one of the stools lined up at the counter in order to sit next to you. He gestured to the elegantly wrapped present and smirked, “Matt picked it out.”

Matt was too busy to hear this admission as he was wiggling his fingers in front of (DN)’s face, causing uncontrollable giggles to burst from her toothless mouth.

You puzzled at the gift for a moment before consulting L, who merely shrugged. You figured he of all people would know what the pair was capable of considering he had lived with them for a good amount of time, but he came up empty. Before you got a chance to open the gift, however, Roger piped up with a question for Matt.

“So, Matt, how’s your job been?”

Matt paused and stared blankly at the man who used to house him, caught off guard by the question, opening and closing his mouth like a beached fish. “Uh...fine. It’s been—”

“He’s been doing great.” Mello chimed in, glaring daggers at the man.

“Oh, that’s good to hear. Tell me, what is it you do, again?” Roger continued. Mello shifted his glance to Matt, an expectant and impatient expression laced onto his narrow features as if they had rehearsed this very conversation back at their apartment and had to follow a script.

“I’m a gaming streamer.” Matt choked and Mello could barely help but throw his head into his hands. “It’s a real job.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is, son.” The older man seemed to find triumph in the outcome of this conversation and retreated to the living room before the victory was taken from him.

“Nice one, man.”

“I’m sorry, okay!?”

“Hey, Matt, there’s no shame in doing what you love.” You offered kindly.

“It would help if it payed the bills...” Mello mumbled, to which you sent a harsh kick to his shin.

The lot of you were unable to hear the door open and close thanks to Mello’s yelp of pain and Matt’s howls of laughter, and as quiet as Near was it wasn’t a surprise to have him suddenly appear out of nowhere.

“There you are, Near! How’ve you been?” You greeted cheerily, hoping to make up for the white haired boy’s lack of enthusiasm.

The pajama wearing boy merely hummed and crouched down in front of your child, being able to since Misa was long gone, huddling up next to Light and chatting animatedly with Gevanni, who had escorted Near to the party. The baby bopped Near’s fluffy head with the flat of her palm. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

As Roger carried in the cake it was difficult to refrain from laughing as L’s eyelids practically disappeared, leaving most of the whites of his eyes visible. The light from the birthday candles flickered in his irises. It appeared that he was in some sort of trance. When the cake was set down on the countertop you turned so that your daughter was facing the treat, placing a gentle yet firm hand on L’s shoulder as he twitched as if he would lunge for the cake.

“Should we start singing then-?”

“No!” Chirped your daughter as she slapped a hand down into the icing, leaving a tiny handprint that claimed her piece of the marble cake.

Laughter was heard around the room and Roger shrugged as he began cutting everyone pieces of cake.

Once everyone was finished and (DN) was sufficiently covered in crumbs and icing, you all shifted to the living room to start opening presents.

As your little girl pawed are the first gift, a collective gasp echoed through the room when the front door all but burst open. The metal knob most likely dented the wall as it slammed. Roger winced, nothing on his mind but the time he’d spend on repairs.

“I’M HERE!” Matsuda announced with a boisterous laugh, delighted to see that the party was still in full swing. However, his ear to ear grin didn’t last long as he noticed everyone’s surprised and confused faces staring back at him.

“Did you invite him?” L whispered in your direction.

“Um...no I don’t think so.” You replied, putting a smile on your face nonetheless. You stood, handing your daughter over to L as she waved the half opened gift in his face to which he smiled lightly. “Hey, Matsuda! You’re just in time for presents!” You hugged him tightly around his waist, attempting to make up for how terrible you felt for not inviting him yet also curious how he got here if neither you or L had mentioned the occasion to him.

“Oh, good! I was sure I missed everything! I felt terrible! Oh, here.” Matsuda passed you a colorful, neatly wrapped package adorned with a festive silver bow. Your stomach dropped even further with guilt as you realized how much time he put into the gift. “Light told me about (DN)’s second birthday and I couldn’t miss it!”

You couldn’t help your lips from stretching into a wide smile when you looked back up at the usually forgetful and clumsy man. “Come on, wouldn’t want you to miss out,” you said, taking him by the hand and leading him to sit with everyone else.

“Alright, now just open our present already!” Matt exclaimed, practically bouncing up and down on the couch cushion. You laughed, not remembering the last time you saw him this excited. You assisted your daughter in getting the rest of the “wrapping paper” off of the gift inside. It was a case, almost like a DVD case but smaller, and as you flipped it around you could read “Call of Duty” on the cover.

“Call of Duty!” Matt shouted, throwing his fists in the air.

“As I already told you, I did not pick that out,” Mello defended.

“But now me and (DN) can play it together! Right, (DN)?”

Your little girl clapped enthusiastically at Matt’s offer.

“Great. Thanks, Matt.” L took the game from the still cheering girl on your lap and put it to the side.

After the rest of the presents were opened and wrapping paper littered the floor, people began to say their goodbyes. All of Wammy’s boys opted to stay and help clean up, sharing a beer afterwards. Well, more like Mello and Matt shared a beer. L helped himself to the leftover cake that had been set aside to be packed up into Tupperware. Near sat on the floor next to the counter, playing with (daughters name) and unboxing all of the new toys she had received from earlier.

“Oh, shit. Matt, we should get going soon. It’s getting dark and I gotta be up by five.”

“Since when have you been so business oriented?” You questioned with a smirk, referring to Mello’s new job at the chocolate shop. It wasn’t much and he knew that, but it was pretty much the only thing he was qualified for after spending the entirety of his high school years in the mafia.

“Since I was almost fired the other day.”

At the mention of this unfortunate event, Matt had to stifle a laugh as he elaborated, “Turns out businesses don’t like it when you take most of the merchandise home with you.”

“I swear, Jeevas, get in the fucking car.”

“Language!” Matt reminded with a devilish smile.

You swore Matt could have dropped dead with the glare Mello was sending his way. The brunet relented and gave you a goodbye hug once you stood from your perch on the stool. He then bent down and swiped (DN) from the floor.

“Hey,” Near began to protest.

“Oh, shut it, you fucking sheep.”

Matt covered the little girl’s ears and looked at the blond like he should know better. Mello rolled his eyes as tiny hands batted at the feathers adorning the collar of his floor length coat. “Hello.” He said plainly.

“Aw, c’mon, Mello! Hold her!” Matt insisted, holding the child out to the reluctant blond.

“I don’t wanna get spit all over me, thanks.”

“Think fast!” Matt literally threw your child into Mello’s arms, leaving him no choice other than to catch her from mid air.

“Don’t do that!” You scolded, leaning against L (who had just arrived by your side) out of pure relief that Mello possessed decent reflexes. Crumbs fell into your hair from the corners of L’s mouth as he wiped them clean, appearing to not be phased by your child taking a little flight.

L then stepped forward when he noticed the blond struggling with how to hold the infant, thrown off by her ever-moving limbs and intense gaze. Your poor postured husband adjusted the girl in his younger counterpart’s grasp so that he balanced her on his hip, arm supporting her bottom. He looked more nervous rather than disgusted.

“There you go.” L lightly patted Mello’s back, as if silently telling him that he was doing well.

“Yeah...this is fine...”

Near stood from the floor and shifted his gaze over to you, eyes soft and pleading. “May I hold her?”

“Really? Off to steal my thunder, are you?”

“You looked uncomfortable.”

“I’m always uncomfortable. It’s part of being me!” Your baby was then shielded from Near by Mello’s protective, feathery shoulder which (DN) had begun to chew on.

“Mihael, why don’t you let Near have a turn?” The blond boy tensed at the sound of his real name but, once he seemed to remember it was only coming from you, he thrust (DN) into Near’s chest, waiting for him to wrap his arms securely around her.

Matt twirled the car keys around his index finger. “C’mon, like you said it’s getting dark.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mello gave you a quick one armed hug, doing the same for L and heading out the door without even acknowledging Roger who was clearing up the now empty cake tray. “See ya.”

Gevanni made you nearly jump out of your skin as he appeared out of thin air to consult Near, who still rocked the baby in his arms, on what time he should start up the limousine.

“Now that I think about it, we should let our friends rest. It was lovely to see you three.” The white haired boy politely parted ways with you, climbing into the limousine and waving through the tinted window. (DN) flopped her tiny hand around in an uncoordinated wave. It was barely noticeable, but Near allowed a smile to pull at the corners of his lips as Gevanni drove away and out of sight.

You sighed, curling your fingers around L’s hand. “That was fun, seeing all of them again.”

“Yes, it was. We should do that more often.”

“We should actually invite Matsuda next time instead of waiting for him to show up. I enjoy his company.”

“If you say so.”

You slapped L’s shoulder with the back of your hand.

“Meanie.”

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munchcorner · 4 years ago

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Pastries (SakuAtsu)

Atsumu's a lonely baker who spends most of his time baking. It was his way of coping for when his parents had passed from old age and his brother, Osamu, had gotten married and started a family. He used to be surrounded by so many people he loved, but as time passes and they grew older, their time for each other became limited, leaving Atsumu feeling a little lonely. So, he builds his own bakery to keep him busy and fill his loneliness by interacting with his customers.

Atsumu had fun talking to various people. He's met students who buy his sweets as their reward for themselves for their hard work at school. He's met children who loved his cookies because they looked adorable. He's met lonely adults like him who think that life is boring and is a constant misery. He's met people who were enjoying life. He's met people who are in love and are content with their lives. But the most memorable one was the man with black curly hair and dark emerald eyes.

He was a man who looked like he who saw the world in monochrome. One where he just goes with the flow of life. Even his voice was monotonous when Atsumu strikes a conversation.

"You don't seem like someone who would enjoy cookies shaped like characters," Atsumu comments as he puts the cookies in a box.

"Well, they're not for me. They're for my daughter," The man answers, making Atsumu go, "oh,"

"Yeah, so how much?" The man asks as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket.

"That'll be 4867.52 yen," Atsumu answers and hands the man the box of cookies.

The man pays for it, and just as he turns around to leave, his phone starts to ring, and the man's face immediately lights up at the sight of the name flashing on the screen.

Atsumu wanted to ask if it was his daughter, but he didn't want to be intrusive, so he presses his lips together and remains quiet.

The man answers the call, and Atsumu could hear his daughter's voice, excitedly screaming, "did you buy them?! Did you buy it?! Please tell me you bought them! Please! Please! Please!"

The man chuckles as he pulls on the door, "Yeah, I have it, don't worry,"

Atsumu watched as the man walk away. He places his hands on the counter and softly smiles all to himself, "I wonder what it's like to have someone who looks forward to seeing you come home?"

The loneliness Atsumu had been feeling comes back after that little encounter, but it became stronger when he got home. He immediately dialed Osamu's number, hoping that maybe he's free, but he ends up sighing when he was directly sent to voicemail.

Atsumu doesn't leave a message and just ends the call before going to bed.

The next day comes, and the curly-haired man he met yesterday comes to buy a different set of pastries from him.

"So, did your daughter like it?" Atsumu asks as he packages the cupcakes the man just bought.

"She loved it," The man answers shortly, but unlike before, now he has this small little smile on his lips as he answers.

Atsumu hums in delight and gives the man the cookies, "I'm glad to hear that,"

A month passes with the man buying different types of pastries from him. They'd have small conversations from time to time, and as the days turn to months, they slowly started talking about more personal stuff.

Atsumu finally learned what the man's name was after three months of constantly talking to each other. His name's Sakusa Kiyoomi, a dashing name just like the person itself, but aside from Kiyoomi, he also learned his daughter's name, Sakusa Sayomi.

"Sayomi said she wanted to meet you," Kiyoomi says as he watches Atsumu put the cake in a velvet box.

"Oh, is that so?" Atsumu asks and puts a ribbon on the box.

"Yeah, if that's alright with you," Kiyoomi says as he takes the box and takes out his wallet to pay for the cake, "it's fine if you're not okay with it,"

"Are you kidding me? I'd love to meet her! I'm actually amazed that it took you three months to bring her here because you talk about her a lot," Atsumu says with a chuckle.

Kiyoomi puffs his cheeks and looks at his feet in embarrassment.

Adorable. Atsumu thinks.

"Do I really talk that much?" Kiyoomi asks, his cheeks flushed red and his fingers pulling on his slacks.

"Yeah," Atsumu answers, "so, when can I meet her?"

"What about tomorrow? Is that a good time?" Kiyoomi asks.

"Yeah, I'm cool with that,"

And with that, they finally bid their goodbyes.

The next day arrives, and Kiyoomi enters the bakery with an eight-year-old child holding his hand. She had this huge smile on her face as she enters, and her eyes immediately brightened up when she saw the pastries.

"Daddy! Look at the Kirara-designed cake!" Sayomi beams and pulls Kiyoomi to the cakes.

Atsumu chuckles as he watches Sayomi pull Kiyoomi around. She was like a bouncing ray of sunshine, and Atsumu couldn't help but wonder what it'll be like if he had a daughter.

Kiyoomi and Sayomi roamed the bakery jumping from one pastry to another until Kiyoomi finally pulls Sayomi to Atsumu, "Sayomi, this is Atsumu, the man who makes all the pastries you eat every day,"

Sayomi's eyes shine, and she lets go of Kiyoomi to run to Atsumu and hold his hands, "this hands,"

"What about them?" Atsumu asks and crouches down to be on the same level as her.

"I'm thankful for them because they make me my favorite treats," She answers and smiles at Atsumu.

"What about me? You're not thankful for me?" Atsumu asks and points at himself with a pout.

Sayomi chuckles and pulls Atsumu into a hug which surprises him, "of course, I'm most thankful for you because you make my treats and make daddy happy,"

Atsumu didn't expect what he heard, and so did Kiyoomi because when Atsumu raises his head to look at Kiyoomi, his eyes were wide, and his cheeks were flushed.

"How do I make your daddy happy?" Atsumu asks without breaking eye contact with Kiyoomi.

"By talking to him, silly. You see, daddy had been very sad lately, but ever since he started buying treats from you, he comes home happier," Sayomi says and pulls away, "that's why I wanted to meet you, Atsumu-san,"

Atsumu doesn't know how to respond properly, so he ruffles her hair and says, "I'm glad I can make your daddy happy,"

The rest of the day proceeds, with Atsumu, Kiyoomi, and Sayomi sharing a meal they prepared in the kitchen. It was already late when they finished talking, and Atsumu didn't want them to leave eating nothing but pastries, so he offers to cook them. But he didn't expect them to help.

The kitchen was too small for all three of them, but it was fun nonetheless. Atsumu found out that Kiyoomi cooks for them, but his knowledge in cookies was limited to a few kinds of pasta, ramen, and a few dishes. So, Atsumu decided to cook something Kiyoomi didn't know how to prepare so he and Sayomi could learn.

That night Sayomi and Kiyoomi leave with some leftovers from their dinner.

"Thanks for the meal, Atsumu," Kiyoomi says shyly while Sayomi waits in the car.

"it's nothing. I had fun," Atsumu says.

The atmosphere around them turned a bit awkward after what Sayomi said about Atsumu making Kiyoomi happy. But the awkward silence didn't last when Kiyoomi said, "Why don't we go out next time? All three of us,"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Atsumu asks, and Kiyoomi nods, "my invitation sucks, but I'm hoping you'd say yes,"

Atsumu laughs and takes a step towards Kiyoomi, "I'd love that," he whispers and kisses Kiyoomi's cheek.

Atsumu steps away and sees Kiyoomi staring at the ground with his cheeks flushed, "oh, Omi-kun, that was just a kiss on the cheek,"

"Shut up!" Kiyoomi says and turns away, "anyway, I'll come by tomorrow to pick you up,"

"Sounds good to me. See you tomorrow, Omi-kun," Atsumu says with a smile.

"See you tomorrow, Atsumu,"

The next day arrives, and Kiyoomi does pick Atsumu up with Sayomi. The date was fun, and it made Atsumu feel like they were a family. That one date alone was enough to make Atsumu feel happy and less lonely. But that loneliness stopped coming when Kiyoomi constantly asked him out on dates.

Every month, Kiyoomi would ask Atsumu out on a date. Sometimes, they'd bring Sayomi with them. Sometimes, it'll just be them. The dates were fun, and it made Atsumu feel happy and full. Kiyoomi and Sayomi shooed away the loneliness Atsumu had been feeling ever since his adulthood.

But sometimes, Atsumu would wonder how long it'll last.

The day came when Kiyoomi stopped visiting the bakery. Atsumu thought maybe Kiyoomi was just busy. But the text messages became lesser with each passing day until all Atsumu receives are good mornings and goodnights. It scared Atsumu that maybe Kiyoomi was over it. That Atsumu didn't make Kiyoomi happy anymore.

But after three weeks of Kiyoomi being cold, he asks Atsumu to meet him at their favorite restaurant. This made Atsumu think, "ah, he's finally breaking up with me," and despite the pain in his chest, Atsumu goes to visit him.

Atsumu arrives, thinking this would be the last time he'd ever meet Kiyoomi and Sayomi again. So, he was surprised when the lights opened, and all he saw were Kiyoomi and Sayomi standing in the middle.

"Kiyoomi, what's happening?" Atsumu asks, but Kiyoomi didn't answer. Instead, their families came out, each holding a letter to form the sentence, "will you marry me, Atsumu?"

Atsumu was stunned, and he didn't know what to do. He ended up staring at the words in front of him until Kiyoomi walks up to him and takes his hand before kneeling down.

"Everything might seem too fast to you. We've only been dating for a year, and yet here I am on my knees, asking you to marry me," Kiyoomi starts and kisses Atsumu's hand with quivering lips, "but you make me and Sayomi so happy that I think this is the only way for all three of us to be happy together for the rest of our lives,"

Atsumu's tears start to fall as he waits for Kiyoomi to continue.

"It's so bold of me to assume that we give you the same happiness you give us, but you just seem to smile brighter when you're with us. So, I'm taking this risk and asking you to marry me, Atsumu," Kiyoomi ends and raises his head to look at Atsumu.

"You idiot, who acts so cold to their significant other when they're about to propose, huh?" Atsumu asks and jokingly kicks Kiyoomi's knee, "you suck at this. You should've been sweeter, not cold,"

Kiyoomi chuckles, "I'm sorry,"

"I would've said yes if you weren't so cold, you know," Atsumu says, making Kiyoomi panic.

"So, are you saying no?" Kiyoomi asks and gulps.

"I'm thinking about it," Atsumu jokes.

But Sayomi seemed to have taken it seriously because she runs to Atsumu, clings on his pants, and says, "please, don't say no, Atsumu. I really want you to be my papa,"

Sayomi had tears in her eyes as she said it and made Atsumu's heart clench.

"I was just joking, Sayomi. I'd love to be part of your family. It's just that you're dad is terrible at this," Atsumu says after kneeling down and hugging Sayomi.

Atsumu can hear the sigh of relief Kiyoomi had put out and laughs before turning to Kiyoomi, "you're lucky Sayomi's here to make up for your coldness,"

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes at Atsumu's words, "right like you didn't want to marry me in the first place,"

"Why are you suddenly so cocky?" Atsumu asks in disbelief, "it's because you already said yes,"

Kiyoomi smirks at him and takes his right hand to put the ring on his finger and placing a kiss on it, "thank you for saying yes, Atsumu,"

Atsumu smiles, "No, I'm glad you asked me to marry,"

And ever since then, Atsumu didn't have to wonder what it'll be like to have someone waiting for you at home because now he comes home to his husband and their daughter.

--*--

I also have this posted on Twitter.

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fieryhonesty · 4 years ago

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The life of You

[AO3]

Words: 2490

Next day when you arrived at the office Yue was already there, brewing tea. Looking around, everything seemed just like you had left it last night when you finally finished all documents. She probably just arrived. You greeted each other.

Before you could sit down she already informed you about getting through the documents you had with you in Monds. Rising an eyebrow at her in question.

"I'm not your assistant for nothing, right?"

"It's not even seven and you are telling me that you chewed through all of that? C'mon I was writing it for hours after feeling better! You can't just check all of it in a matter of a few minutes before I appear here!"

She giggled but gave you a concerned look.

"You didn't feel well? Got sick? You? I can't believe it!"

"I know right? Miracles happen. So next time please don't rush through something I was sinking hours in. Makes me feel like I do unsatisfying work!"

The way she looked at you could be read in two ways. Either 'I'll try but no promises' or 'Nothing can stop me'. Whichever it is out of the two you didn't like it. However you decided to change topic as you really didn't feel up to talk about work this early in the morning.

Telling her what caused your sickness. How you and Kaeya discovered so many ruin guards residing in the for so long locked up area. Skipping the part where you two cuddled under one blanket. You knew she would be teasing you.

Well she already did the moment she asked how did you manage to cook. Knowing about your culinary skills. And the way you described it, you were not able to get out of your house at all. Noticing your blush. You really didn't want to say it but she made you.

"Ah, I see. So tell me, how was it to have a guy cooking for you? You also said he is quite good looking right?! C'mon tell me all the details!"

She surely is like a teenager when it comes to things like this.

"There's not much to it, really. Just a dude who got worried over his idiotic friend and decided to mercy on me. Although, the stew he made was amazing..."

You had to admit Diluc's cooking was different from what you had eaten until now. Wasn't really fancy, really simple but damn good tasting. Maybe you will ask him to cook you something for your birthday, that's it if he will have time of course.

"Mmmh. I want to be young again, to feel loved for the first time. Ah I'm so jealous of you!"

Coughing, trying to suppress the blush crawling on your face.

"Once again. We are childhood friends, wouldn't you extra worry for your close friend?"

She chuckled and admitted that she married her childhood friend. Well that didn't help you much with justifying anything. Giving up. Being glad you skipped the thing with Kaeya. She already teased you back then for that sleep over. Luckily it seems she had forgotten about it.

Or maybe not.

"Oh right! You were alone with that other friend of yours, right? Any progression at all?" Giving you a wink.

If she wasn't older than you, you'd smack her head by now. Feeling annoyed by her teasing and just huffing. Rather busying yourself with searching for something in drawers.

Mrs. Yue could be described as a grown up woman with a very warm and caring personality. Yet sometimes her curiosity and childish self took over, it wasn't that bad until she started pointing out how you should start thinking of laying your eyes on somebody. And just knowing about your friends was giving her reason enough to tease you about it.

However she has good judgement and when she notices her boss is irritated she stops. Bringing up her business woman behavior and getting serious about the work. Well after pouring two cups of tea of course. She can't start her work day without tea. You have never been a tea person but neither coffee. Not caring what it will be and simply taking whatever the other person offered you.

The day at Qingshan was slowly passing by. Around noon you had a meeting which was tied to those documents from last night. You were glad to actually read through them. Having a clueless CEO is probably the worst possible scenario. Once again you could have not attend it as it was not so really important one between the company and supplier. But you felt like the more physical contact you do with people around, the better.

"Hmm the rite will be held soon right?"

"Oh, yes! I nearly forgot about it. Gosh."

Yue was quickly folding the invoices into correct boxes. Boxes which were emptied every friday and put into right folders. It was something easy to do and usually you did it before leaving home.

"Well I call it a day then. I promised to go there with you. Also we have to grab some snacks on our way, I'm dying!"

You decided and got up. Ready to quickly clean and prepare the office for tomorrow. Little did you know your favorite restaurant will be closed today. You wanted to grab some chicken and they made it the best. You had to satisfy your hunger with noodles. Quickly munching them on your way up to the Yujing Terrace.

When you arrived, there was already a crowd. Taking a hold on Yue just in case of separation. Wondering if you will see with Aether and Paimon. However there were way too many people and they are quite short. Abandoning all your hopes.

"How about we make our wishes before it starts?"

Tilting your head to the side, giving it a thought. You never believed in those so called wishes to the Adepti or Archon himself. Part of you feeling like you are not even deserving to wish for something. You are not a citizen of Liyue. You might have been born here but you are from Mondstadt, by heart and soul.

"You can make wishes for both of us, I pass."

You received a disappointed sigh from her. However you accompanied her as you knew the moment you separate you will be lost until the rite is finished and the crowd gets smaller.

When she was done, smiling at you. You were about to turn away and walk back but she held your wrist.

"No, no~. This is the second time I got you here. You won't escape the tradition."

Rolling your eyes, clapping hands together. Giving her one quick glare before closing eyes. What should you wish for anyway? Wealth and good business? Happiness? You were quite happy with your life, could be better but nothing too drastic. Perhaps you could wish your assistant would stop teasing you about men every time. There were many possibilities you could make a wish for.

'I wish... I wish for a never ending package of cookies! But seriously if anyone can hear my prayer, I have only one wish. May my friends make up somehow... someday. I want them to be happy. Not keeping everything to themselves. I hope one day things will get better and we could celebrate!'

Opening your eyes again, noticing Yue's smugging at you and you raise an eyebrow at her.

"What?"

"You were smiling. Perhaps you wished about somebody, mmh?"

And once again she was teasing you. Maybe you should have prayed for her letting you be.

Your attention shifted towards the middle. The rite has started, making your way through the crowd so you can see. You knew the Lady Ningguang was the one who would be summoning the geo Archon. What you did not expect was seeing something falling down from the sky at high speed.

Usually the Archon would be descending at a slower pace. Narrowing your eyes. It felt odd. It didn't feel any better as in the next few seconds the Archon crashed. 'That's strange.'

He didn't move, in fact the body looked lifeless. As Lady Ningguang approached it, she quickly turned around and said something that made you panic inside. Dead?! Like for real? Isn't Archon something or somebody that doesn't die so easily? What happened?

People started panicking but nobody could leave the Terrace. All exits were blocked and so you got stuck here while having this weird feeling in your stomach. Looking at Yue who was shocked, holding a hand over her mouth. She looked like she would start crying soon. Pulling her away from the sight at the lifeless body.

You spend way too long at the Terrace. You were irritated and the Millelith’s useless questions didn't make you feel any better. Just how much dumb they have to be to realize nobody present is strong enough to take down an Archon. Not even vision wielders. Obviously most of the questions were aimed at your vision.

Feeling like to punch the man's face at any minute but once one his people whispered him something he left you. You could have heard 'blonde'. Which didn't make sense at that moment but when you and Yue were walking through streets and noticing Aether with Paimon, talking to somebody. You put one and one together.

"May I ask you to go ahead and order some tea? I have to... check on somebody."

She gave you a confused look but nodded nonetheless. You made your way to the trio. As you came closer they had noticed you. Paimon waved while Aether had that nervous expression on his face. With one glance at the third you could tell who they are.

You sure had heard some rumors about the ginger male. He has been in the city for a while to make some reputation. You did not even realize it but your hand instinctively reached behind your back, nearly summoning your sword. You just couldn't stand Fatui.

Realizing what you were doing and trying to play it off like you were scratching your neck. However the tall male has noticed it, he knew who you were. He didn't feel like to fight or argue tonight, he got his share earlier while saving the blonde. Deciding to leave it slide for now, although he never let his eyes off you.

"So as I said. I'm kind of worried they might find you out. I'm sure you did nothing wrong but trying to reason with guards now... might be quite bothersome."

Which wasn't that far from the truth. The Rex Lapis's death quickly spread across the whole city. It will surely shake with all business. And everyone will be looking for somebody to blame.

"Hmm." You looked at Aether up and down. "Hey, how about you drop at Qingshan. We could give you new clothes, something less exotic. So you could fit in. Besides the ones you have right now, they look like they deserve to change. Oh also it will be for free, anything for friends."

This piqued the ginger's curiosity. So you knew with the blonde, well enough to offer him free clothes, huh?

"Does the offer work for me too?" He knew your answer already but he still wanted to mess around.

You still faced Aether, so far you ignored that guy’s presence. Whatever was the reason these three talked together, you didn’t care. But now, he had the audacity to talk to you and- how the heck did he fall to a conclusion the offer is for him too?!

"I'm sorry mister but the offer is only for my friend over there. Close friend to that." Turning around and looking up at his face. The smile he had irritated you. "You will have to pay full price... with all the taxes included."

You said the last words very slowly, trying not to spit at him. The eye contact you two kept was more than challenging. Reminding yourself where you are. You just can't beat this guy, especially when he did nothing more than speaking up. How would you justify that anyway?

"Aww, not even a friend of your friend's sale?"

"I'm sorry, mister. Besides, your clothes look more than well and in good shape."

The air between you two got heavier every passing second. Aether was looking from you to the guy back and forth. Should he say something?

"Ah, well. Perhaps I'll check your business later Lady y/n."

"Drop the act Fatui." You snapped. Growing irritated by his pointless play. "I don't know what you are plotting but..." You looked down at your palm where you had summoned a small snowflake. It levitated above your hand.

"If I find out something has happened to my friend over there." Crushing the snowflake in your palm, looking up back at the ginger. "I might get angry. You wouldn't want to anger a lady, would you?"

The glint which quickly flashed across his eyes. You couldn't not notice it. However you were surprised by his laugh. This was more than an obvious threat yet he was laughing. Were you funny?!

"Oh dear. Why does everyone think I'm a bad guy? I just saved your little friend. Yes, I am with the Fatui. But I have no intention to fight, cause trouble or hurt him. I mean... if I wanted to. I'd do it already, wouldn't I?"

You didn't bother to answer, turning away whispering Aether to not let his guard down. You wanted to leave but stopped for a while as the Fatui said something that made you quickly turn back and glare at him.

“Although, I might be a bad guy just for you, Sweetie. You just look like that type of a girl who would enjoy bad treatment. And yet keep screaming my name while-” He chuckles, realizing he would need to tell the two to cover their ears before continuing.

It's hard to make you angered enough to be willing to jump at somebody. But this guy just did it. Aether has noticed your twitching eye and quickly saved everyone from an embarrassment.

"Y/n I'll drop by tomorrow! I might need help with choosing so please bear with me!"

You knew he said it only to distract you. Which to be fair you were glad for. Playing along and giving him a nod before leaving. Quickly disappearing, walking towards the tea house where Yue was probably worried what took you so long.

If one thing is for sure. The moment that dude dares to show up his face he will get higher prices just because how much he irritated you. Equal customer treatment? Pff, no way. Not for the Fatui. You were sure Diluc would do the same, then you had realized the said man would most likely lose his cool and throw the guy out of his tavern. Or better never let him enter.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years ago

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It All Goes Downhill

Characters: Dean Winchester x Virgin!Reader,

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: angst, mental illnesses, no self esteem, depressed!reader, MDD (major depressive episode), panic attack, not taking care of oneself, not eating/bathing, bed-ridden depression, minor fluff at the end

Summary: You’re getting used to life at the Bunker with four men you’ve come to know. You think you can handle this new change of pace, but when Dean takes you to grocery store, the worst happens... then it’s all downhill from there.

Part One

Part Two

Author’s Note: This is the third part of six parts of the commission for @sea040561

Over the past few months, you and Dean have been getting closer to each other. Nothing has happened between you two because you’re scared he is just going to pull away as soon as he knows you’re pining for him. Who wouldn’t like him? He’s tall, handsome, funny, caring, a great cook, a good listener, and such a strong man. He is the complete package, and you’re… well… not. If he found out you like him, then he would just distance himself from you.

You’d rather have him as a friend than not have him at all.

The other men in the Bunker have been good to you as well, and you’re glad that Jody pushed you to do this. It’s certainly not where you thought you were going to be at this point in your life, but you guess there are worse ways to end up. Your mind can think of a thousand ways that your life can take a turn for the worst, but you’re trying to stay positive here… and that’s very hard for you to do.

Your sister loved to tell you how much of a pessimist you are, but you never minded. You’ve been one for as long as you can remember. You’re pretty sure you were born with a frown on your face. Nonetheless, you're actually happy in the Bunker. You help out where you can, help with research and chores, and try to do your part. It’s not fair to anyone if you don’t do at least something to help out. The Bunker is a big place, so there is always something to do.

You’re in the kitchen right now cleaning when Dean walks in. He is only wearing a thin t-shirt and jeans, and your mouth waters at the sight of him. Get it together, Y/N. Stop acting like a hormonal teenager. It’s not fair that Dean can bring that side out of you. You thought she was gone for good, but one look at him and she is back just like that.

“Hey, want to take a break?” he asks.

“And do what?” you wonder as you stand up.

You take off the yellow gloves you put on and toss them into the sink to wash later.

“We’re running low on supplies here. Want to go on a run with me? Sammy gave me a list,” he says and holds up the list.

“Oh, groceries,” you fit the pieces together. There is one thing you hate more than anything else in this world, and it’s going grocery shopping, or just shopping in general. You hate all the stares you get when you go, but if Dean is going, then how bad can it be? “Um, okay.”

“Great. Meet me at the car when you’re ready,” he grins and heads to the garage.

You’ve always had anxiety whenever you go to the store because you can feel people’s stares and judgements whenever you pick up something. If your cart is too empty, then you’re scared you’re not getting enough things. If it’s too full, then you feel like you’re too fat for everything that’s in there. However, this grocery shopping trip is a lot different than the ones you’ve been on because you’re shopping for five people instead of just one--and four of them are very hungry men. Dean is going to be there, so you hope you don’t have anything to worry about.

You clean yourself up as much as you can before heading out to the car where Dean is waiting behind the wheel. When he sees you he smiles, and your heart does a flip. You ignore your aching thoughts as you get in. The car doesn’t have seat belts, but you know you’re safe whenever you’re with Dean.

It doesn’t take him more than twenty minutes to get to the store, and you two walk inside. You’re only focusing on the wheels of the cart going round and round because if you look up, you’ll see everyone staring at you… judging you. Dean doesn’t seem to notice as he picks a side of the store to start with, looks at his list, and starts grabbing things.

“Can you get three of the big rolls of ground beef for me?” Dean asks without looking at you. “The biggest ones you can find.”

“Okay,” you mutter.

You head over to the section where the meat is and find the ones he’s asking for. You grab three big rolls of the ground beef, but you stop short when you feel a presence behind you. All three rolls are in your hands, but you’re not focused on that right now. The person who is standing behind you isn’t even looking at you, yet you feel their eyes on you. You can only imagine what they are thinking about.

Look at the fat girl holding three rolls of ground beef. Does she have enough? Save some for the rest of us.

Tears threaten to spill over your eyes, but you rush out of there before they could. You place the rolls in the basket, and Dean moves onto the next section. Every single time you pick up something to add to the cart, you can hear those words inside your head, taunting you and bullying you into thinking you’re not good enough for this. Your anxiety spikes bigger than it ever has before, and your throat starts to tighten.

Dean has his back to you when the first wave of your panic attack starts. There are other people in the aisle, but they aren’t looking at you as well. If they aren’t, then why do you feel their eyes on you? Your breathing picks up, black spots form in the corner of your vision, and your lungs feel as if they will collapse at any moment. You’re dazed and confused, and that causes you to knock into one of the shelves, knocking the products on the floor. Dean looks over when he hears the noise, and he jumps into action.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” he rushes over to you, forgetting about the almost full cart.

Everyone else has now stopped to watch, and that only makes you feel worse about yourself.

“Can’t… breathe… panic…”

Those are the only words you can get out right now. You’re on the floor surrounded by the products that fell, everyone is staring at you and Dean, and you just can’t seem to get enough oxygen in your lungs.

“Okay, look at me. I want you to focus on me,” he says calmly. “Just feel me.”

He places his big hands on both sides of your face, and you try to focus on the heat radiating from his palms. The green swirls in his eyes are mesmerizing, and they momentarily bring you to reality. Your hands are in ight balls as your nails dig into your palms, but it’s like you don’t even need that to be better. Dean is helping you all on your own.

His mouth is moving, but you can’t hear what he is saying. All you can hear is the sound of your breaths, all you can see is the color in his eyes, and all you can feel is his warmth. Tears spill over the side of your face when you take a big deep breath, finally allowing yourself to get some much needed oxygen into your system.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper painfully.

Dean pulls his hands away and smoothes down your hair when he noticed the crowd forming.

“This isn’t a show, people. Move on,” Dean snaps. Everyone else jumps into motion and scatters so that it’s just you and Dean. He turns to you and takes your hands in his. “I’ll take care of you.”

You want to be happy that he’s here right now, but it’s only going to get worse from here. Every single time you have a panic attack, a major depressive episode follows right after it. It sucks, but you can’t put that burden on Dean. All you can do is just nod and pretend like everything's okay despite your whole world crumbling down.

You haven’t left your room as soon as you and Dean got home. He understands you need time and space, which is why he isn’t concerned all that much. He hopes you can get better, so all he can do is wait right now. Sam is helping his brother unpack what he bought, and they are talking about what happened to you in that store.

“It’s like I saw a completely different person. I didn’t even know she had bad anxiety otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked her to come with me,” Dean sighs.

“You can’t blame yourself, Dean. Anxiety can happen even when you’re the only person in the room. Trust me, I had it for years after Dad died. All you can give her now is space. She’ll ask for help if she needs it.”

Sam is only partially right. You can’t ask for help because you don’t want to put your issues on another person’s shoulders. The only way you’ll get better is if Dean forces himself to help you because there is no way you'll ask for it. Dean expected you to come out of your room sometime that night, but you hadn’t. He isn’t a stranger to panic attacks and anxiety, but he doesn't know how bad it can get for you.

So, when the next day comes, and you still haven’t come out of your room, he becomes concerned. You had cried yourself to sleep last night, and you have been sleeping ever since. When you get into a major depressive episode, you tend to sleep for long periods of time since you don’t have the energy to do anything else. You stop caring about everything else and just sleep your problems away because it’s the one thing you’re good at.

“She still hasn’t come out. Should I check on her?” Dean asks after lunch time.

“Yeah, I would,” Sam nods and takes another bite of his sandwich.

Dean shuffles to your room and knocks quietly. When there is no answer, he opens the door only to see there is a large lump on your bed covered by blankets. He knows it’s you and he knows you’re sleeping otherwise you’d greet him. Sleeping for this long is bad, so he has no other choice but to wake you.

“Sweetheart, you need to wake up,” Dean whispers and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Go away, Dean,” you mutter and turn away from him. He sighs and leaves your room only to return with a plate of food and some water. “Dean, please go away.”

“At least eat and drink this, okay?” he sighs and places the food and water on your nightstand.

He stays where he is for a few minutes before leaving you alone. You stare at the food only to turn away from it and fall back to sleep. You stay like this until it’s dark again. Dean hasn’t seen you all day since you refuse to come out of your room. He has no choice but to check on you only to see you bundled up and sleeping. The food and water has been untouched by you, and that only saddens him. You’re not taking care of yourself, but he doesn’t know how to help you.

He grabs the plate and glass before quietly leaving your room. He has to do something or else you’re not going to survive this.

Eight days have passed, and he hasn’t seen or heard from you. You have locked yourself in your room, refusing to speak to anyone. The only time you leave is when you have to go to the bathroom, and even that is limited. You only drink water when it’s absolutely necessary, but that’s it. You don’t eat, you don’t speak, you don’t even take a shower; you only sleep. Even Castiel and Jack have noticed how depressed you’ve become.

“Okay, we need a plan,” Dean says to the other men in the war room.

It’s come down to meeting together to talk about your health and well-being.

“I don’t know what there is to do. What can we do if she refuses to let us help?” Sam sighs.

“She’s not doing well. I can feel how she’s feeling, and I’m shocked she’s lived this long,” Castiel says the brutal truth.

“Is she going to be okay?” Jack asks sadly.

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I’m going to get her shower and then we’re going to clean her room and make it better. She needs our help, and I’m way past the point of asking permission,” Dean declares.

The rest of the men agree, and Dean heads to your room. You can lock the door all you want, but there is a key for cases like this. He uses it to enter your room, and you just groan at the intrusion. The room doesn’t smell too great since you haven’t left it and have been basically living in our own filth.

“Seriously, why can’t you leave me alone?” you whimper.

“We’ve left you alone for nine days, Y/N. It’s time you get up and shower and take care of yourself.”

“No.”

“Come on, you’re getting up,” Dean says and grabs your arm.

You have no energy to fight him, so you have no choice but to do what he says. He is the puppeteer, and you are his puppet. He pulls the covers back so you can get out of bed, and even all of this takes so much energy out of you.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” you sniffle.

“I wouldn’t be a good friend if I did. Come on,” he urges.

He takes you to the bathroom that is less than twenty steps from your room. The bathroom is like a locker room with many shower and toilet stalls, a place to bathe, a bunch of sinks, and everything else you’d need to make this a community bathroom. As soon as you are out of your room, Sam, Castiel, and Jack go to work cleaning it for you.

“You need to take a shower and clean yourself,” Dean instructs.

He turns on the facet to the bathtub and waits until it’s full enough for you to be submerged to your shoulders. He goes to take your shirt off, but you jump away from him with wide eyes.

“No, I won’t let you see me naked.”

“Y/N, you need to clean yourself. This isn’t good for you.”

“I can’t let you do it.”

“Fine, but if I leave, do you promise me you’ll bathe? Properly? Please?” he sighs.

You can’t say no to him and you can’t disappoint him even though you know you have.

“I promise,” you whisper.

“Okay.”

He leaves some towels and a change of clothes for you by the door where they won't get wet and leaves you to it. You strip down until you’re bare and get inside the warm water. You have to admit, it is nice to finally get soap on your hair and skin. Your teeth need brushing, your face needs cleansing, and you’re pretty sure you need to do at least two-three rounds of washing your hair and body before it’s at least presentable.

You’re not sure how long you’re in the bathroom until you hear Dean knock on the door.

“Y/N? Are you done? Can I come in?”

“Okay,” you say numbly.

You’re already in the change of clothes that Dean left for you, so when he opens the door, you know you’re okay to be seen by him. He takes the towels away from you, but he lets you keep the one wrapped up in your hair. He escorts you back to your room, and you almost cry at how nice it looks.

The boys really did their best to make it livelier in here. It smells like lavender, the sheets are washed, the floor is vacuumed, and everything looks as if you hadn’t camped out in here for a week straight.

“Come on, you need to eat something.”

Dean lets you brush your hair in your room before taking you to the kitchen. There is already a meal waiting for you when you take a seat. Sam brings you some water, and you gulp it down gratefully. You know he is waiting for you to eat something, so to please him, you take a bite of your sandwich, and wow, that is really good.

“I want to help you, Y/N, but I can’t if I don’t know what is wrong,” Dean says as he watches you eat.

“Most of the time, nothing is. Sometimes I just fall into depression and it’s very hard to bring me out of it. I’ve had to do this alone, and sometimes, I go months of being like this. I have Major Depressive Disorder and Panic Disorder. I should have told you before I moved in, but you were just so nice to me. When I get anxiety attacks like I did at the store, I fall into depression. It can happen anytime, anywhere, so there are no warnings. I want to get better, I just don’t know how.”

“Well, I know one thing to be true. You’re not alone, I can help you. You just have to let me.”

The past week has been hell for Dean since you weren't there by his side. He realizes that he likes you a lot, a lot, and seeing you in so much pain brings him pain. He’s never dealt with someone who has PDO and MDD, but he is going to learn how to help, for you because he’d do anything for you.

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crownjimin · 4 years ago

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094 | soora date, part two.

la vie en rose ━ in which lee aera, a girl who has been crushing on choi soobin for a long, long time, is starting her junior year and her friends decide that its time for her to make her move.

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“Eomma, it’s already one-thirty-three, and I told Sooyung I’d be here by one-thirty,” Aera nagged as her mother pulled into the park parking lot. “We’re late!”

“Okay, okay, calm down,” Dongmin urged, quickly parking the car and following Aera who scrambled from the vehicle and practically ran to the park entrance.

“Ae, you’re forgetting the fruit,” Dongmin called out, reaching into the backseat for the fruit bowl Aera insisted on bringing and grabbing it. Aera was long gone at that point, dashing down the pathway into the park, leaving Dongmin on the sidewalk.

Aera hated being late, it made her so anxious to arrive anywhere late because she felt like that reflected negatively on her personality. She didn’t want to be known as someone who was late everywhere they went, but today she just couldn’t help it. Even though Sooyung had told Aera that she didn’t need to bring anything to the picnic, showing up empty handed was not something Aera felt comfortable doing. So she convinced her mother that they needed to go pick up a fruit bowl from the store, one that was pre-packaged and pre-cut so they could just grab it and go.

But the first store they went to ended up being out of fruit bowls, and the second didn’t have any with pineapples, but luckily, they were successful at the third store, but that also meant that now they were running behind schedule.

Once they pulled up to the park, Aera had texted Sooyung telling her that she had finally arrived, to which Sooyung responded that she would meet Aera at the entrance.

When Aera had begun down the path, Sooyung was nowhere in sight, but as she jogged further down the path, Sooyung finally came into view—jogging as well. Once Sooyung saw Aera, she stopped where she stood and let Aera come to her.

“Yungie,” Aera cheered, pulling Sooyung into a hug.

“Ae Ae,” Sooyung responded with the same tone, wrapping her arms around Aera and squeezing. “You wore the overall dress.”

Aera nodded, patting down the front of the denim before pulling the ends of her long-sleeved shirt into the palm of her hands. “And I put on sleeves!”

“And it’s purple,” Sooyung noted. “You look cute.”

“Thank you, thank you. Where are JiJi and Haeunie?”

“Oh,” Sooyung brightened up at the mention of Jiah and Haeun. “They’re already where we set up the picnic. Uh, I have to go get something though, so just keep walking down the path and you should see them.”

Sooyung started to walk away from Aera, heading in the direction that Aera just came from as Aera looked down that path. “That way?”

“Yeah, just go,” Sooyung slightly pushed Aera by the small of her back. “I’ll be back.”

And with that, Aera turned away and began down the path. The sound of her Converse hitting the pavement, making little clicks as she walked, her attention mostly on the trees and sky, and not focusing on where she was walking. Many people were playing with their dogs, some playing fetch and others just rolling around in the grass, which caused Aera to smile and feel giddy at seeing other people so happy.

The temperature wasn’t too cold, with the sun being out and shining it’s brightest, which seemed to give off a bearable heat. Aera continued down the path, no Jiah in sight as she continued walking further and further, straight in the direction that Sooyung urged her in.

But a few moments later, a glint of pink came into Aera’s sight, and she was greeted with the sight of Jiah sitting down on a bench. For a moment, Aera thought it was weird since Sooyung had said that Jiah and Haeun were already at the picnic, but the minute she caught Jiah’s attention her suspicion left.

“Ae Ae,” Jiah yelled, shooting up from the bench and running the short distance to hug Aera. “You look amazing.”

Aera giggled, pulling back from the hug but taking grasp of one of Jiah’s hands to hold. “Thanks, JiJi. You look amazing, too.”

“Oh, stop,” Jiah jokingly said before she started leading Aera down the path. “Sooyungie had to go get something, so she’ll be back bu-”

“I know, I saw her.”

“Oh, goodie,” Jiah replied. “But she wanted me to sit at the bench and wait for her to come back, in case she needed help carrying what she went to get, so I’ve gotta leave you to go by yourself.”

“Uh-”

“But don’t worry!” Jiah reassured. “It’s pretty much a straight shot from here, walk for like two minutes and you’ll see Haeunie.”

“Jus-”

“Okay, bye!” And Jiah took off back in the direction the two of them had just walked from, leaving Aera to stand in the middle of the path by herself.

“Walk for two minutes and I’ll see Haeunie,” Aera repeated to herself as she set off further down the path. The walk this time had less scenery and much more trees, which gave off a lot of shade, increasing the cold temperature.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she kept walking, a sense of familiarity coming over her as she continued down the path. She couldn’t place it, but she felt like she had been down this path before, but ultimately, Aera chalked it up to the many times she had come to this park, so of course it would look familiar.

Like Jiah said, two minutes later, Aera saw Haeun who was in fact not sitting on a blanket with a picnic and was instead bent over at the waist, picking flowers off of a bush.

“Haeunie?” Aera called out.

Haeun startled, jerking face first into the bush before she straightened herself out and twirled to face Aera, a look of fright on her face.

“Ae Ae,” she cheerily said, taking the palmful of flowers that she seemed to have picked from the bush and held them out in Aera’s direction. “Would you like some flowers?”

Aera chuckled, used to Haeun’s antics but nonetheless she nodded, and took the flowers into her hand.

“Why are you plucking at a bush?”

“Uh-” Haeun seemed caught off guard by the question. “Can I not pluck at a bush?”

“I never said that.”

“Mm, well,” Haeun shrugged. “Just ‘cause.”

Aera got a weird feeling from Haeun’s demeanor, feeling like something was off. “Is everything okay?”

“Do things not seem okay?”

Aera raised an eyebrow at that. “No, they don't.”

“Oh,” Haeun, once again, looked caught off guard by the answer. “Well, everything is most definitely, one hundred percent fine.”

“That means things aren’t fine,” Aera said. “Just take me to the picnic. Actually, why aren’t you there? Both Sooyung and Jiah said I’d find you at the picnic blanket. But here we are, with no picnic or blanket in sight.”

“Why don’t you put a flower in your hair,” Haeun grabbed one of the flowers from Aera’s palm and tried to slide it behind her ear, but Aera slapped her hand down before she could do it.

A frown appeared on Haeun’s lips. “Or maybe you don’t.”

“Haeunie, I’m serious. What’s going on?”

Haeun huffed before grabbing Aera’s wrist. “Fine, let’s go.”

“Whe-”

“No, questions. Just come.”

Aera allowed herself to be tugged by Haeun, her feet slapping the pavement loudly with each step she took. They walked for a few seconds, taking odd turns here and there before Haeun led them to a familiar set of bushes.

“Did you just walk me in a circle,” Aera asked.

Haeun didn’t answer. Instead, she led Aera through the bushes, and that is when Aera realized where they were at.

“Oh, Haeunie, you know how I told you that Soobin took me to see a pond that one time?” Aera asked.

Haeun didn’t respond, but Aera knew she was listening so she just continued. “Well it’s back here and it has little fish in it.”

Soon, they cleared the bushes, and the pond and waterfall that Aera just mentioned came into view.

“Look, the fish-” Aera took a step toward the pond, eager to show Haeun the fish, but she stopped short once she caught sight of the last person she was expecting to be standing in front of her.

“Soobin?” She muttered quietly, watching as the boy in question stood a few feet away from her, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a picnic to the left of where he stood.

Aera was frozen for a moment, taking in the scene before her as Soobin looked at her with an odd glint in his eyes. She felt her heart speed up the longer she stood in place, so she turned over her shoulder to ask Haeun what was happening.

“Hae-” Her words got caught in her throat as she noticed that Haeun was nowhere to be found. “Where’d-She was right here!”

She quickly got herself together, realizing she was on her own here, and turned back around to face Soobin.

“Uh, hi.”

Aera’s entire being was encompassed with heat, everything just felt so hot. Even the brief breeze that blew by didn’t help to quell how hot everything was.

“Mm,” Soobin hummed. “H-hi.”

His grip on the bouquet of flowers visibly tightened, the grooves of his knuckles becoming more prominent the harder he squeezed.

“These are for you,” Soobin shakily handed the flowers to Aera, who herself, couldn’t grab the flowers due to her shaky hands. “I-They are white carnations and red chrysanthemums—the carnations signify innocence and a pure gift for a woman-”

Aera stared at the bouquet as Soobin was rambling, the whites and reds helping to keep her grounded and not freak out about her longtime crush handing her a bunch of flowers.

“-And the chrysanthemums mean…” Soobin paused and cleared his throat which caused Aera to look up from the flowers and into his eyes, which wavered slightly.

“They mean I love you.”

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Holy shit, he did it. Soobin mentally patted himself on the back as he finished speaking, glad that everything that he was stressed about was now out of the way. He had listened to everything Kiha and Serim advised, keeping his confession concise and paraphrased. And Hyunjin’s choice of just telling Aera he loved her seemed to be the best choice, because while Soobin was hesitant about saying such important words he knew that he meant them.

He knew that he loved Aera.

“Y-You,” Aera stuttered out, pointing at Soobin before she mumbled a bunch of incoherent mess and then pointed to herself. “Me?”

Soobin nodded with a small smile on his lips.

“Are you sure?” Her voice seemed really doubtful, almost like she thought this was all a dream, one too good to be true. Her entire expression was hesitant, as if Soobon would never love her, and Soobin felt his heart break in two.

“YES HE’S SURE, NOW SAY IT BACK!” A voice (Sooyung) shouted from somewhere in the vicinity, making both of them jump.

With her eyes blown wide, Aera catches her footing, shutting her eyes for a moment before she reopened them to stare at Soobin, right into his brown eyes.

“I love you too,” She released a breath once she spoke. “I have for a very long time.”

Soobin chuckled, reaching his left hand out to grip her right. “I know, Sooyung and your friends told me everything.”

Aera’s jaw dropped as Soobin led the both of them over to the picnic blanket, he gestured for Aera to sit down and she did, with him following. Aera’s legs were stretched out in front of her, her legs crossed at the ankle as Soobin unloaded the basket with tons of tupperware filled with an assortment of foods.

“Sooyung’s mom made all of this, so hopefully you like everything.”

He handed Aera one container and she opened it, four triangles of an egg salad sandwich inside with parsley dusted on top of it. She quickly grabbed one of the triangles, biting off half of the sandwich before she offered the container back to Soobin.

“So you planned this all,” Aera gestured to the picnic and the pond and the waterfall. “All of this, just to confess?”

Soobin crunched on a piece of carrot, “Well, Sooyung came up with the picnic idea. And tricking you idea.”

“Of course she did.”

“She said that you’d psych yourself out if I asked you on a date, flat out,” Soobin explained. “Well, Haeun said that actually, but the point stands.”

Aera paused her chewing to collect her thoughts. “This is a date?”

A few leaves crunched behind the duo as a shade came over them and Hyunjin, Jiah, Sooyung, and Hauen made an appearance, each of them taking a place on the blanket and they immediately started digging into the food.

“Of course it’s a date,” Jiah spoke through a mouthful of tossed salad. “We put too much work into this for it not to be a date.”

“It would be better,” Soobin pointedly said. “If we were alone on this date.”

The four of them ignored Soobin, each of them too invested in the food.

“Yungie, your mom makes some bomb hotteok,” Haeun said with her mouth stuffed full of the sugar filled dish. “Like, why is it so good?!”

Wordlessly, Jiah also reached for a hottoek, giggling to herself as she chewed and nodded in agreement with Haeun. Sooyung reached for another closed tupperware box, clicking open the sides to reveal bibim naengmyeon, the dish having such a wonderful smell and bright red color.

“Ae Ae, you want some?” Sooyung offered the container to Aera, and the brown-haired girl eagerly stuffed her chopsticks into the container, giving herself a heap of noodles to shove in her mouth.

“Are you guys seriously not going to leave,” Soobin asked with a slight tone of irritation.

Hyunjin shook his head as he swallowed whatever was in his mouth. “Nope. Oh! Also, Aera, your mom is over there and she saw everything.”

Right then, it seemed as if Dongmin had appeared out of nowhere (although she had just been stood off so far to the side with the other mothers), with the forgotten fruit salad that Aera left in her haste to not be late to the picnic. Alongside her was Ruha, who held a tissue tight in her right hand and she seemed to be fighting back some tears.

“Soobin-ah,” Dongmin cried out as she made her way to the group of five sitting on the picnic blanket. “Your speech was so adorable—“ She handed the fruit salad to Haeun, who was eagerly reaching for it. “Wah~, I knew you were my favorite for a reason!”

Soobin stood up to greet Dongmin with a hug, the shorter woman fussing over his outfit and how adorable he and Aera were, matching once again. Ruha came up to the two of them and she wrapped an arm around her son’s waist, giving him a light hug as if to say she was proud of him and everything he had done that day.

“Soobi!” Aera held her hand out in his direction, a fork with cantaloupe on the end. For a moment, Soobin just stared at it, not sure what she wanted for him to do but she then muttered, eat it, so he grabbed the fork and did as she said.

Dongmin found the interaction to be the cutest thing and she cooed. “Aera, get up. Let me take some pictures of you two. Come on, come on.”

Dongmin grabbed Aera’s arm, lifting her from the blanket and with her other hand she latched onto Soobin, dragging them two of them in front of the small pond and she shoved them together. They both fumble for a second, Soobin not sure where he should stand and Aera worrying about how she should position her hands.

“Act like you guys like each other, please,” Dongmin teased.

Sooyung could be heard chuckling from a distance. “They don’t have to act!”

Aera’s cheeks burned red at this, and Soobin decided to take the initiative and slung his arm around Aera’s shoulders. She reacted quickly, putting her arm around Soobin’s waist and that seemed to make him happy because he squeezed her shoulder and tucked her into his side, a bright smile on his lips.

Dongmin started taking multiple pictures, turning his phone this way and that, bending down in a squat and then onto her tiptoes to get all the angles imaginable before Aera thought it was enough.

“Okay, okay, Eomma,” she stepped forward out of Soobin’s grasp to cover her mother’s camera and lower the phone. “I think that’s enough. You can also leave now, I’ll text you when I’m ready.”

“No, no, no, no,” her mother responded, shaking her head. “Serim said she made a bunch of food per Sooyungie’s request, so I will be enjoying that to my leisure.”

“Eommaaaaa,” Aera whined. “This is supposed to be a date—“

She paused and turned to look at Soobin for clarification, to which he cutely nodded his head, affirming her statement.

“—A date. Between me and Soobin. Not me, Soobin, our friends, and our mothers!”

Dongmin stared at Aera for a moment, a blank look on her face as she looked at her daughter with an are you done sheer in her eyes, and right then and there Aera knew her mother was not leaving. Dongmin recognized her daughter’s expression as she knew she wasn’t going to win this fight and she pet her daughter on the head.

“Enjoy yourself, Ae Ae. But I will also be enjoying myself.”

And with that Dongmin walked over to the picnic blanket, Ruha and Serim also being there with the other five as they all seemed to be having the times of their lives crashing Soobin and Aera’s first date.

Aera looked on at the scene with a pout on her lips as Soobin reached for her hand and slowly began heading out of the clearing and into the main part of the park.

“Let’s go for a walk,” He grinned. “This might be the only alone time we get together.”

Aera allowed herself to be led onto a trail by the loose grip Soobin held on her hand and as he went to let go Aera gripped his pinky with her own. She slid her palm against his slowly, hesitant with her actions. As he did with the pictures, Soobin once again took the initiative and intertwined their fingers. A shy giggle fell from Aera’s lips as she swung their joined hands back and forth, the fact that their first date was practically no longer a date fading from her mind.

“So,” she spoke after they walked silently for a few minutes. “This is why you were so busy the last few days? You were planning to woo me.”

“‘Woo you’,” Soobin repeated to himself. “I think the correct term would be ‘confess my feelings to you in a sweet and unique manner’.”

“Sweet and unique are good words, I guess,” Aera squeezed his hand, causing him to look down at her. “Did you mean it?”

Soobin looked into her brown eyes and then and there he knew that he really did mean it. Even if he was only sixteen, he was sure he meant it. “Yes, I did.”

A wide smile spread onto her lips as well as a blush to her cheeks. “You’re so sappy.”

“Oh, so you aren’t going to say you mean it back,” he jokingly exclaimed. “I was simply answering a question, and now I’m being made fun of!”

“Not made fun of! And you know for a fact I mean it,” Aera huffed out. “For gods sake I’ve had feelings for you for years.”

Soobin laughed, remembering his pestering about who her crush was and he laughed even harder when he remembered that he thought it was Hyuka of all people.

“It must’ve been such a hard three years, Pouts,” he let out a sarcastic sigh. “Imagine seeing my handsomeness for years—“ he shook his head. “—How strong you must be.”

“You’re awful,” Aera sneered at his teasing. “Why do I like you?”

“Because I’m Soobi,” Soobin said as if that was a justifiable answer. “And you’re Pouts. We just go together.”

“Well, initially you were Binbun,” she pointed out. “And now you are Soobi.”

They continued down the trail, hand in hand, basking in one another’s presence.

“I can be both.”

“You can be both.”

#choi beomgyu #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #hueningkai #kang taehyun #kpop #choi soobin x female oc #social media au #txt #txt social media au

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frodos-bizarre-adventure · 3 years ago

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@gingerreggg this might hurt a bit

Heads Up- Part 16 (Joseph x Bust! Caesar)

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Mr. William Zeppeli attended the first day of exhibition at the gallery.

He came to see the works of his former students, of their wonderful creations. Paintings, sculptures, models and random installments in a dizzying array of shapes. As a senior teacher in the art university, it always filled him with a sense of accomplishment and pride to see the lessons they had learned from him

But today, he was most eager to see what his Joestar pupil had in store for him. A clay bust, he had said. He'd love to get to see his skill.

He just wasn't prepared to see what it was.

It was him.

Those unmistakable, defiant green eyes. That blonde hair styled in short, messy spikes. That carved, chiseled face that seemed almost flesh. All wrapped up into a familiar package that seemed too painfully perfect.

Almost exactly as he'd remembered him.

Anthonio.

A tear ran down Zeppeli's face and he struggled silently to hold back his sobs.

Quietly, Zeppeli stood behind the crowd as the rest of the admiring public took turns looking at the bust on display, marveling at his exquisite detail.

And as Joseph addressed the crowd, he glimpsed Zeppeli staring at the sculpture, tears welling up in the old man's eyes, and his usual eager grin slowly faded.

He knew what Zeppeli saw.

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Zeppeli waited in silence as he waited for the crowds to dissipate, until it was late in the afternoon, and soon it was just Joseph and Zeppeli in the gallery, for even Suzi had gone home.

And only then did the old teacher finally approach.

In between sobs, he gently, hesitantly held an aged, wrinkled hand out to the bust and slowly, longingly stroked his cheek.

"He's perfect," was all the old man could force out.

Joseph felt a sinking feeling. He knew what this was like for poor Mr. Zeppeli. He'd basically created Caesar from his late grandson's image-- and perhaps even his spirit.

It had been nearly ten years since Zeppeli lost his grandson.

And now, Joseph Joestar, his pupil a few years ago, had brought some of him back.

He didn't know how, or why, he made his final project in such an uncanny likeness to a face he never thought he'd ever see once more.

But it filled his heart with joy and sorrow, in a flood of bittersweetness, to see such a familiar face.

Even cold and lifeless as it was.

"My boy..." whispered Zeppeli to the motionless bust. "It's you."

Joseph felt a hint of guilt, seeing Mr. Zeppeli's grief take hold of him.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Mr. Zeppeli," he said, trying to reassure him.

"My good lad, you have nothing to apologize for," Zeppeli answered, as he wiped away his tears. "You don't understand...how grateful I am."

"To see this face. To see even a replica of him, so, so much like he was. You make him feel so real. So nearly alive."

"It's almost like he could speak."

Joseph scratched his head.

Mr. Zeppeli managed a warm chuckle. "So, you based this work off that statue he made with his face, didn't you?"

Joseph was flustered. "Uh...uh...it's not like that at all, Mr. Zeppeli! I didn't rip off Anthonio's work! I only...referenced it!"

"And I'm glad you did," said Zeppeli kindly. "You've given me such an opportunity...to at least see some of Anthonio with my own eyes."

Joseph sighed deeply, closing his eyes.

Should he give up his secret?

He looked around the now-deserted hall of the gallery, now about to close. There was nobody there, except him and Mr. Zeppeli.

And Caesar.

He saw Mr. Zeppeli's grief hidden behind his forced smile.

And he felt that it was time, at least for him.

"Mr. Zeppeli?" He asked, somewhat nervously.

"Can you keep a secret? There's...there's something I need to show you."

"What, why is it?" Zeppeli inquired, somewhat uncertainly.

"Sir, can you promise me that you won't be frightened, or upset, or shocked? Whatever it is that you might see? No matter how unbelieveable or impossible or downright crazy?" Joseph asked, looking nervously down to the ground while he tapped his fingers together.

"I can't make any promises, depending what you show me," Zeppeli replied. "But I'll try my hardest."

Well, here goes nothing, Joseph huffed to himself.

He walked over to the side of his sculpture as Zeppeli eyed him curiously.

"Caesar, you can break character now," he said toward the bust. "There's someone who wants to meet you. Don't worry, it's alright."

Joseph gave the bust a little tap on its shoulder stub.

And despite his promise, Zeppeli could not hold back his utter surprise, as he heard a voice he'd never expected he'd ever get to hear again.

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"Hello there, sir." Caesar said, hesitantly.

Zeppeli's eyes went wide and unblinking. "It's...it's speaking," he gasped.

"He's speaking," Joseph corrected. "Mr. Zeppeli...I'd like you to meet my project-slash-roommate, Caesar."

His eyes still fixed on the animate bust, gaping in disbelief, Zeppeli stepped forward. "Joseph...how is this possible? How did you do this? Is this some kind of trick? Is this magic? Are my old eyes decieving me?"

Caesar sighed. "We can't explain either," he said politely.

"Anthonio...Anthonio, my boy?" Zeppeli choked as he reached out to Caesar with trembling hands. "Is that really you?"

"So it seems...but he doesn't remember anything." Joseph morosely explained.

"You don't remember me, your grandfather?" Zeppeli sniffled. "You have...forgotten?"

Joseph gently lifted Caesar down onto the floor, who began to hop toward Zeppeli. The old teacher stepped back a few steps in surprise, bewildered, and a bit unsettled, to see something, someone, in Anthonio's identical likeness moving in such an odd manner.

"I'm sorry," Caesar apologized as he hopped forward on his neck.

"Anthonio...what have they done to you...my poor, poor boy..." Zeppeli sank down to his knees, looking Caesar down to his level.

He looked into the bust's eyes. Clay as they were, they shone with a radiance that felt truly alive.

"What they did to me was give me a new life," Caesar tried to explain to the distraught stranger. "I may not remember you, if I really am him..."

"...but I can tell you loved him very much."

Zeppeli stroked Caesar's hair gently.

"I still love you very much," he said, as if hoping to reach out to whatever Anthonio remained within Caesar in his odd new form.

"How can you live like this?" Zeppeli sobbed. "What kind of life could you have?"

"A happy one," Caesar smiled, glancing back at Joseph. "I may not have a body, but I won't let that stop me," he said with a determined voice that Zeppeli knew all too well.

Zeppeli felt a warm smile on his own face.

"You are like him in every way," he said. "Even if you don't remember. Even if you don't know."

"Anthonio..." Zeppeli said one last time, as if eagerly hoping for one last shred of connection with the strange clay being that was once his grandson.

"My name..." He hesitated. "My name is Caesar now."

Zeppeli closed his eyes and wept.

Anthonio really was gone.

But nonetheless, he felt a strong warmth toward the living bust. He may not remember who he once was before he inadvertently found new life in a clay sculpture. Yet oddly, Zeppeli found it comforting knowing that Anthonio lived on.

Lived on in a pure new form untainted by memories.

Their memories.

Zeppeli gently rested his hands on Caesar's shoulder nubs.

"I...I'm glad you found a new life...Caesar," he said mournfully. "I guess it's time for me to let go. Still to hear his voice, to see his face, in you..."

He leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Caesar's warm, clay forehead.

"...I am very proud to have been his grandfather."

Zeppeli stood back up, with a little effort, as Joseph picked Caesar up from the floor and once more rested him onto his display pedestal.

"Watch over Joseph, Caesar," Zeppeli said, as he prepared to leave. "And you too, Joseph. Take good care of him for me."

"I promise, I will," Joseph said. "Just promise me that you won't tell anyone?"

Zeppeli laughed.

"It's just between us," he said. "I'm sure our world isn't quite ready for...him."

And with a final nod of courtesy, Zeppeli headed away, his heart feeling a tiny bit lighter.

He felt a strange release from this bizarre encounter. Like a form of closure, a form of assurance, that Anthonio was in a better place.

And Zeppeli felt at peace.

Behind in the gallery, Joseph and Caesar could only watch as old Mr. Zeppeli walked toward and through the glass front doors of the art gallery, until at last, he disappeared from sight.

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#jjba #gingerreggg #hands of life au #battle tendency #jojo's bizarre adventure #caejose #caesar x joseph #bust!caesar #sculptor!joseph #heads up

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general-mahamatra · 4 years ago

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It’s a World of Your Spectrum

Focus: George

Genre: Fluff

TW: N/A

Pairing: Platonic Dreamnotfound

Wordcount: 1791

Read it on AO3 here

Note: This was done for a trade with the AMAZING artist @floofdoesart / @floofdoesfandomstuff ! Please make sure you check them out!! They’re absolutely WONDERFUL!

Dream wanted to do something special.

After hearing side comments from George about a pair of special classes that could supposedly help his colorblindness, Dream began to research. He spent hours trying to figure out how well they worked and what exactly they could do. Price, reliability, everything. And to his gleeful surprise, they supposedly worked the best for those who were red/green colorblind.

...It just happened to be a surprise George didn’t expect.

Crouching in the bushes was a young man. Brunette, fair-skinned, average height. Shrouded by the undergrowth with a bow in hand. He was silent, staring blankly into the dark light, white glasses perched on top of his head. It was risky, going out during the night, especially with such bright clothing, but it was worth it. After all, it was almost dawn. Any minute now, the sun would start to rise and the world would grow warm.

Carefully, George pushed the foliage away. Creatures in the forest were peculiar but not uncommon. Wild versions of domestic animals, tougher than the ones who graze in fenced-in pens. Longer tusks, more aggressive natures… They were much more difficult to handle than the farm animals back home.

Not that he cared really. It just made it that much more fun.

With the sun coming up soon, the animals would start to wake up. They’d be tired and slow-moving but out nonetheless--one of the perfect times to hunt if it were up to George. So much easier to get a catch and take it home.

Time passed by, the young man staying in his hiding spot. Waiting, watching, wondering.

The rustle of undergrowth alerted the man, making him perk up and peer out into the clearing. A couple more seconds and the snout of a wild pig jutted out.

Notching an arrow, George raised the bow. An inhale. A step. An exhale.

He let go of the string. With a thwap, the arrow found its new home in the side of the boar, striking a nerve and paralyzing the animal. It collapsed to the ground, wailing and screeching at the initial pain.

Perfect. Didn’t even need a second shot.

Getting to his feet, he shouldered the bow and made his way to the dying animal. It wasn’t much, but there was enough meat there to last him a short while. Better than the cheap shit he could buy when it was easier and far more fun to get his own catch.

George kneeled down, pulling another arrow from the quiver. Grabbing the tusk of the boar, he jerked its head to the side and slit its throat with the metal head. One final squeal and it fell limp.

The preparations of the carcass weren’t too difficult. It was rather fast getting it ready to move. He was maybe a half an hour walk from town, meaning he would have to carry the animal quite a distance. Not something he wanted to do and risk getting blood on his clothing. Especially his blue shirt.

He was finishing up wrapping the creature in leather when a twig snapped nearby.

Immediately he was to his feet and alert. Looking around, he tried to find the source of the sound, acutely aware of the faint sunlight now poking through the leaves. When nothing was immediately in his view, he carefully reached for the bow.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

If it were an animal, there would be more noise.

“Who’s there?”

A couple of seconds passed before a head popped out. Glimmering eyes and a grin laced with mischief greeted him. A white mask sat atop the newcomer's head and a plain hoodie wrapped around his tall frame.

Dream.

“George!” the blonde exclaimed, darting out of the thicket. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”

George scoffed, slinging the bow across his shoulder yet again. “Have you now?”

“Yeah, I have.” Dream nudged his friend’s shoulder, earning a small chuckle from the shorter man. “You didn’t tell me you planned on going hunting! Okay, that’s a lie, you did, but you didn’t tell me when!”

“Because I didn’t think I had to!” joked George, earning a whine from Dream. “Besides, since when did you care? You never wanna come hunting with me.”

The taller man gasped, placing his hand across his chest in shock. “That’s a lie! Of course I wanna go hunting with you. I’m the only reason you’re good with a bow anyway.”

George raised an eyebrow.

“You know I’m right!”

George sighed. “Uh-huh, sure. I like to think I taught myself.”

Another offended gasp from Dream. “You were terrible before you met me. C’mon, admit it, I at least helped you somewhat.”

“Meh.”

“George!”

The brunette laughed, placing a hand over his mouth as he said, “okay okay! Yeah, you did help.”

“Aha!-”

“But!” George interrupted. “I taught you how to be better with a sword.”

Dream narrowed his eyes, looking at George for a moment before shaking his head. “Nope. I was already amazing with one.” Silence followed as George stared. And, eventually, Dream caved. “Fineee, you helped me too.”

George smiled softly, finding his friend’s stubborn ego oddly amusing. “Glad to know I could help the almighty Dream.” He squatted back down, returning to tending to the carcass. After a bit, he paused and looked back up. “What did you want?”

For a moment, a blank expression crossed Dream’s face, his train of thought gone. He forgot why he was there, that was clear enough. The silence was enough of an answer as it was.

Then he lit up and seemingly started to vibrate with excitement.

“I have something for you!” he declared, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket. “I don’t know how well it’ll work, but I wanted you to try it.” Carefully, he pulled out a small box, covered in Christmas wrapping paper with a lopsided, haphazard attempt at a bow. “It’s not much, but I couldn’t just wait to give it to you.”

A small frown formed on George’s features as he carefully took the package. It was nowhere near a holiday or his birthday, only causing him to become confused. “What-”

“Open it!” Dream pressed.

George obliged, pulling the wrapping off and removing the cardboard box inside. It looked reused, as though maybe Dream had removed whatever was inside from its original packaging.

Opening the box revealed that to be true as he pulled out a glasses case. Scrawled on the top in a special professional font was a word he thought he’d never see.

EnChroma.

Special glasses, made to help people like him see the world differently.

“Dream…” he murmured, glancing up. “You can’t be serious.”

The blonde nodded, a bright smile nearly taking up his entire face. “Come on, try them on!” he urged, motioning towards the case.

Looking back down, George carefully opened the case. Within it was a pair of sunglasses, discreet with its simple frame and dark lenses. Something so small yet so significant… He was nervous.

He pulled the glasses out and stared at them before turning them over in his hands. After everything he read about them possibly not working, he was scared. No matter how many videos and recollections about them working, he always had that nagging worry. It was what kept him from purchasing the pair himself.

What if they didn’t do anything? What if Dream expected him to react? What if-

George shook his head.

No, it’s fine. Even if they don’t work for everyone, there was nothing wrong with giving it a shot. Besides, the chance of him missing out on something if he didn’t try them on greatly outweighed his worry of failure. So, he slid them on.

And God, it wasn’t what he expected.

He didn’t know how to react to what he saw. He didn’t know what to, he didn’t know what to say… So much was different and bright and…

He was speechless.

Slowly, he reached out, brushing his hands across the grass. It felt the same: coarse, sharp, flimsy--but it was just… different. The way it looked; he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. It was nothing he’d ever seen, not in the way he has now.

What he saw he couldn’t describe. It just… was. It existed, it was before him, and it was vibrant. Something he’d seen all his life and yet never before.

When George glanced up, it hit him even harder.

The trees were the same. Blaring and in his face, illuminated by the sunlight that now breached the canopy, lighting each leaf.

Oh, how he wished he could describe what he was seeing.

Getting to his feet, he turned, gaze trailing over everything it could possibly take in. It was overwhelming just how different the world looked, even if it was somehow so similar. As if someone dialed up the vibrancy and showed him a world that he used to be unable to see.

And he had no idea how to take it.

When his eyes landed on a bush, he nearly whimpered.

Intense. Brilliant. Psychedelic. The only words he could think of as he started and the flowers now popping off the bush. A color he’d never seen before. Thrust right at him, throwing itself at him as he barely managed to keep up with everything now bombarding his senses.

Reaching up, he lifted the glasses, proceeding to look at the hedge without the lenses altering his vision. It was back to normal, the flower petals blending in with the shrubbery despite the fact they were in his face just moments before.

George went back and forth multiple times, just trying to figure out how it was possible.

Is this what others saw?

Turning to Dream, he choked out a sob.

There his friend stood, the vibrant jacket the first thing George noticed.

Approaching the blonde, George ran his hand along the jacket sleeve. And, again, he removed the glasses to get a sense of just how different the colors were.

It was green.

This was green.

He was seeing green.

Lifting his head, he was greeted by Dream’s soft smile, only illuminating his green eyes.

Green eyes.

“You’re kidding,” he managed to get out, only making Dream’s smile grow. “You have to be kidding. It’s so… it’s so bright… everything’s so green.”

Dream nodded before motioning towards the bush the shorter man had been looking at earlier. “It’s all green, but that? That’s red.”

George vaguely knew what red was already--he wasn’t completely red/green colorblind, which meant he knew there was at least a difference between red and brown. But… he didn’t expect it to be so different.

It was just as intense as blue. Vibrant, colorful… red.

All the times Dream and Sapnap had talked about red… the times they would point something out and George would brush it off… and the nether…

God above, the nether must be something else.

He turned back to Dream, once again ignoring the bush and wrapped his arms around the taller man. Clenched fists wrapped in the cloth, head buried in the crook of his neck. He clung.

He murmured, “thank you…

Thank you so much.”

#dream team rpf #dream team #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dreamnotfound #platonic #colorblindness #fluff #prince's writing

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flatsuke · 4 years ago

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let me drown in you

Summary: A joke gift from Ota and Baba makes MC discover things about herself that she'd scarcely considered before. To her surprise, she also discovers things about her stoic fiancé.

or, Eisuke Gets Pegged, the fic.

Genre: Romance, SMUT

Pairing: Eisuke/MC

Word Count: 4275

a/n: I finally did it. this is filthy, filthy self-indulgence lmao. After months of not writing, I’ve returned with this filth and I sincerely hope you enjoy it lmao

Disclaimer: Please don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with pegging.

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She was going to kill Ota and Baba.

Staring at MC was the stupid boxed package marked “FRAGILE” in big red letters. She’d thought it was the tea set her mother promised to send back from Japan, but upon opening the box, she was dead wrong.

Inside the box was a distinctly phallic object she surmised was a dildo, and from the looks of it, a high-quality silicone one, too. To her horror, the package also came with a leather harness and a terrifyingly extensive assortment of bottles she was sure was lube.

She’d castrate Ota and Baba for sure.

In the recesses of her mind, she remembered snippets of a conversation earlier that week that involved Ota, Baba, and a not-so-modest amount of alcohol.

“What, so you really think Eisuke would be okay with anything you ask?” Ota said. “Like, anything-anything?”

“M’yeah,” she replied, as if speaking a universal truth despite her inebriation.

“Really now?” Baba’s eyes were twinkling, but she didn’t notice the mischief brewing in them. “He liked the blindfold from our little bet, didn’t he?”

“Mm-hm. Maybe—hic—more than that, too.”

She foolishly thought they’d ignore her drunken babbling like they always did, but of course, they wouldn’t let anything remotely embarrassing slide, especially if it involved Eisuke. God knows those two would always find some way to prod at her and Eisuke’s sex life. The silicone cock in front of her was proof of that.

Shit. She had to get rid of the package before Eisuke got back. It wasn’t as if he’d welcome the sight anyway. The mere implication of Eisuke giving up his control was unheard of.

Liar, a smaller, more impish part of her said. Remember the blindfold.

The blindfold. She’d never forget that night for as long as she lived. The sight of the all-powerful Eisuke Ichinomiya squirming under her—blindfolded—and begging her to let him cum. She rode him till dawn that night, and the sound of her name spilling from his lips like a mantra would always send a hot stab of lust down her spine and god, the idea of being the one inside him—

“I’m home.” His bored voice and the automated beep of their suite door interrupted her thoughts.

Oh, no, no, no. The package was still in on top of the coffee table, and it was only a matter of seconds until he turned around and looked inside the damn thing.

“Welcome home, Eisuke,” she said, lifting the box as casually as she could manage. “I was just on my way to throw this out.”

“And what’s that?” He gestured to the box.

“It’s…well…nothing important.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. Years as a trained businessman meant lying to him was futile, and as transparent as she was, he’d see through her immediately.

“You’re being awfully suspicious,” he said, taking a step closer to her. “What, are those photos of your ex?”

“No! Just—it’s nothing, just let me throw this out, okay?”

Apparently, he wasn’t having it, and her shorter frame was no match for his deft hands swiping the box away from her.

Oh, god, she thought. This is where it all ends.

He stared at the contents with the same unreadable expression he had whenever he gauged his opponents. Her embarrassment morphed into dread when his blank reaction didn’t change the more he looked into the box.

Teasing her would’ve been better than whatever this silent assessment was.

“…Explain.”

God, just bury me alive right now.

“I—I swear, it’s not what you think. Ota and Baba thought it’d be funny to send this over as a joke, and I don’t really see any use for it so—”

“So you don’t want to use it?”

She was expecting him to have her toss out the box because as far as she knew, he’d go on a tirade about “not needing anything but himself” to get her off. In the years they were dating (and now engaged), he’d never once brought up the use of sex toys in the bedroom.

All she could do now was gape at him.

“…What?”

“I’m asking if you want to use it or not.” His eyes were fixed on her with that uncomfortably probing gaze he had whenever he wanted her to be completely honest with him—not that it took much effort on his part, anyway. Damn her honesty.

“…It’s not that I don’t want to use it—it’s just, you know…”

Oh, maybe he’d be disgusted if he knew she wanted to fuck him in earnest. He’d probably cringe at the thought of having someone else inside him, making a mess out of him. There’s no way he’d think of her the same way if he knew she wanted to have her way with him, from the plush softness of his lips, to the curve of his—

“…I don’t know if you’re okay with the idea of—” she said, taking a deep breath, “—me wanting to use it…on you.”

This was it. She’d just let it out in the open, and now he’d be grossed out by the fantasies she’d kept buried in all this time, and he’d be so revolted by her that he’d never want to lay with her again and—

“Ah, god, just forget I said that…” she groaned as she covered her face, not willing to look at him. “Please pretend this never happened.”

“MC.” He didn’t sound angry at her admission. If anything, his tone sounded far gentler than she was expecting. Nonetheless, she didn’t want to take the risk and see the inevitable disappointment on his face.

“Listen, I’d take it all back if I could, so—”

“MC.” His voice was firm as he said her name. She felt him pull her hands away from her face. “Look at me.”

There wasn’t anything on his face that indicated his disgust. Rather, his expression seemed softer than it usually was. His gaze was still intense, but instead of his usual searching glare, his stare was thoughtful.

“Do you really have that little faith in me?”

Did she?

She loved Eisuke with all her being, and she’d do anything to make sure they were both happy—that was an undeniable fact. They’d been through so much together the past few years that she knew nothing could ever break their relationship. Hell, she was kidnapped, drowned, drugged, poisoned, nearly murdered, and none of that did anything to deter her feelings for him.

But sometimes, she still felt like the same scared person she was when she first met him. Always afraid of what other people thought of her, of what he thought of her.

“I assumed you’d, um, hate the idea, so I never really brought it up…”

Even as she fiddled with the two engagement rings on her finger, she was still afraid. He didn’t miss the subtle action as his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not someone who gets rattled easily. I already told you before that you never have to hold back with me.”

“I thought most men didn’t like getting…you know.”

“You should know by now that I’m not ‘most men,’” he said while smirking at her. “When I said I was up for anything you wanted, I meant it. Besides, I clearly remember you enjoying the night you blindfolded me.”

Of course she did. Seeing him so debauched at her hands sent her on a high she didn’t know she was capable of having.

“…Anyway, I’m just glad you’re not upset or anything.”

“Why would I be? It just means you want me so badly that you’d want to fuck me instead. I’d never be mad about that.”

She flushed at his casual vulgarity. His bluntness always caught her off guard, and she didn’t know how he could keep a straight face at the idea of her pegging him to high heaven.

“Eisuke!”

“Good to know your reactions don’t lie.” He let out a slight laugh before continuing. “Just let me know when you’re up for it.”

She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready for how he’d always blindside her with his frankness. Still, seeing him so amenable to her wants made her insides shudder with anticipation. Her earlier inhibitions were unfounded; he wouldn’t shy away from her anytime soon, and for that, she was grateful.

“Of course, Eisuke.”

It took a few days of mental preparation to get to this point, but she felt like she was finally ready.

They immediately headed for the bedroom once they’d finished their dinner and bath, and with the fervor Eisuke currently kissed her with, she was surprised at the enthusiasm he had.

Not that he was ever apathetic about sex—he initiated about ninety-five percent of the time—but seeing him so eager to let he do what she wanted made tonight feel different.

“Time to take these off, don’t you think?” He said, gesturing to the clothes they still wore. She held back a whine when he pulled back to strip himself.

Eisuke slowly unbuttoned his pajama shirt, and she stared at the show he willingly gave her.

He was always unfairly beautiful. In the dim light of their room, he looked almost ethereal, like he was only human and not some otherworldly being just because the universe missed a beat. No matter how well-tailored his suits were, they always hid how toned his physique really was—right now, only she could see the way the dip of his collarbones led to his firm chest, or the way the ridges of his muscles formed around his stomach.

At times, she’d stop to ask herself if it was okay for her to have all this to herself.

You’re still not good enough for him, a part of her said.

But he’s yours and yours alone, said another part of her.

“I can’t be the only one naked here.” His voice shook her out of her thoughts.

She took the time to strip as well, gingerly pulling her chemise over her shoulders. Even in the dim lighting, she could still feel his heated gaze on her.

Once she was fully nude, he didn’t waste any time pulling her close to him. They grappled as they kissed, nearly wrestling as their desperation threatened to overcome everything else. Like a dance they’d done so many times before, Eisuke let her push him down the bed, letting her take the lead.

She’d straddled him before, but knowing what was coming next sent a shot of lust straight to her core.

“Do what you want to me,” he all but growled at her.

In response, she stroked his cock in with the pace she knew he liked. He was already hard when she gripped him, and she could feel the precum drip from the head. Of course, he was never one to receive without giving, so he reached for her breasts, playing with her nipples until they pebbled from his ministrations.

She supposed that summed up their relationship in a nutshell. They both hated the idea of receiving anything without giving something in return. In turn, they’d do anything to make sure they reciprocated each other as much as possible.

Perhaps they were more similar than she thought.

He bucked into her hand when she pumped him from the base up, and just as he shuddered the same shudder that indicated his undoing, he stopped her.

“That’s—that’s enough of that,” he said, still panting from her handjob. “Time for the main event.”

“Of course.”

She pulled back and got the harness from the nightstand and fastened it around her thighs and ass. The dildo was next, and she fastened it to the harness with the metal clasps. Not once did Eisuke break eye contact with her, and she could’ve sworn she heard his breath hitch the moment she finished putting the dildo on.

She grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand before she climbed back into bed to kneel between his legs.

“I’ll start with my fingers. Just…you know…tell me if you want me to stop.”

He stared at her, as if challenging her to stop. Cocky as always.

“You seem like you know a lot about all this,” he said. The unspoken ‘have you done this with anyone else before’ was laced in there.

“I may have…read about it a lot in my free time.” Her cheeks burned at the plain admission that she’d been thinking about this for so goddamn long. “I just want you to feel good, Eisuke. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She’d never forgive herself if she hurt him in pursuit of her own pleasure.

“You could never hurt me,” he said, completely serious. “But alright, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

She bent down to give his cock a kiss before applying the lube on her fingers. He tensed when her kisses traveled down to his pelvic area. That only reminded her of the anxiousness bubbling in her the past few days.

“I’m about to put my finger in,” she said. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Was he nervous? Embarrassed? It was always hard to tell with her stoic fiancé. The man was an incomprehensible enigma when he wanted to be. Then again, she’d never known him to be the hesitant type.

Only one way to go but forward, then.

With one hand slowly pumping his cock, she pressed an oiled finger to his hole, which made him jerk involuntarily as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Does it hurt? I’ll stop if it does.”

“No—no, just keep going.” He looked back at her as she pet the ring of muscle. “It just feels…strange.”

“Bad-strange?”

“No…just different-strange.” He was always weirdly honest during sex.

From the looks of it, Eisuke didn’t seem to have considerable experience down there, yet he still agreed to her humor her idiosyncrasies. The fact that they even got this far astounded her, especially as the dildo hung between her legs.

She licked her lips. She’d make sure he felt good, the same way he always did for her.

In a swift motion, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked. His hips jerked again, and she took that as a sign of pleasure. From where she knelt, she could tell he was struggling not to screw it all, grab her head, and fuck her mouth with wild abandon—not that she’d mind.

Nevertheless, there was a silent agreement that tonight was about her, and Eisuke Ichinomiya never broke his promises.

She took him even deeper down her throat when she gently pushed a finger inside him. His breathing quickened, and she pushed inside just a tad harder.

“Are you—are you in?” The composure he had earlier was slowly wearing off, if the way he was gripping the sheets was any indication.

“Yeah.”

“…Continue.”

She moved her finger inside, setting a slow rhythm for both of them to get used to.

“Tell me if I’ve found—” she paused for a bit, realizing she was going in this blindly, “the spot.”

“No,” he replied. So there was a spot. She wondered if hitting that spot would feel the same, similar to when he hit hers.

She supposed being breached for the first time was going to be mildly uncomfortable for anyone, even for Eisuke. In high school, she’d lost her virginity to her first boyfriend, and looking back on it now, she didn’t feel particularly good—they were just two teenagers trying to figure out where the hell things were supposed to go. During those days, she realized that touching herself felt eons better than having her ex guess where her hole was. She knew just where exactly to stroke, to touch, and that made her nights a little less dissatisfying.

Hm. If she applied the same rationale she used on herself on Eisuke—curling her finger upward, using a consistent motion—

“Fuck!” Eisuke’s whole body shook, and he looked down at her in a panic. “Do that—hah—again.”

The pride of making him shudder in pleasure from fingering his ass hit her all at once, and with a renewed vigor, she repeated the motion.

He bit his bottom lip as she did so, and she could tell he was still trying to keep some semblance of control by holding his voice back. She’d have to up the ante.

She pulled her finger out, put more lube on her hand, and pushed two fingers inside.

He moaned immediately at the contact, and from her place, she watched in awe as he writhed and squirmed in place. They’d had sex more times than she could count, and she couldn’t recall ever hearing him moan. Pants, yes. Grunts, absolutely. Moans were new, and now she found herself understanding why he’d always encourage her screams in bed.

“Does it feel good, Eisuke?” she asked sweetly, repeating the same question he’d asked her so many times before.

He was never big on verbal confirmation, but his resounding groan put a smile on her face.

One more finger, and she just knew he was close, especially with how his hips were jerking upwards.

But no, she couldn’t have him finish just yet. This was only the beginning. With the way his eyes were focused on hers, she knew he understood.

She removed her fingers from him, and applied the lubricant generously—this time, on the dildo. He watched her intently, and she could just smell the combined anticipation and lust coming from him in waves. She lined the tip with his hole, but didn’t push it inside yet.

“I know I said this earlier, but if you ever get uncomfortable…tell me to stop.”

“How considerate,” he snorted, “coming from someone about to fuck me senseless.”

From years of experience, there was only one thing that could shut him up.

Moving forward, she pressed their lips together and let their tongues sloppily meet. As she did so, she pushed the dildo inside, making him squeal (he’d never admit it, but she heard it loud and clear) into her mouth.

The wet and enticingly lewd noise coming from the dildo in his ass encouraged her to keep going.

“Oh—oh god,” Eisuke gasped, calling out a for a deity she knew he didn’t even believe in.

She continued with a slow pace, especially considering how bigger the toy was compared to her fingers. Her hips thrust against him with that same, uniform pace as he laid on the sheets, his mouth open wide.

She remembered how he paced himself whenever he’d pound into her. Copying Eisuke’s motions, she stopped for a moment—and when he looked up at her in indignation at the absence of the friction, she took advantage of that split second to give him a particularly brutal thrust.

“Ah, fuck—" he choked, not even trying to restrain himself anymore. Her lips curled at the sight of her fiancé below her.

This she could used to. Seeing him utterly debased at her hands sent a hot flash of lust to her gut. Only she was privy to this rarity—his legs were shamelessly spread, his eyes were rolled backwards, and his drool dripped down his mouth—

No wonder he liked being in control.

At any point during this whole ordeal, he could have flipped them both over. He had the strength to do it; he was taller than her by almost a foot, and he was fit enough to match even Soryu’s athleticism. But he didn’t.

He let her do as she pleased with him, and she felt her fondness for him bloom tenfold.

“Tell me you like this,” she said, leaning forward to breathe in his ear.

Eisuke glowered at her, summoning the last vestiges of faux-resistance he had left in him. “D-don’t ask me questions you already know the answer to,” he managed.

She narrowed her eyes at him, noticing the red flush of his heavy cock. It stood proud against his stomach, leaking on the ridges of his muscles. Her gaze moved down to the spot where his hole was stretched tightly around the thickness of the toy. His signature words from before played in her mind.

Your body doesn’t lie, he’d always tell her.

Neither does yours, she echoed back.

She increased the pace of her thrusts, and she knew she hit that spot when his moans turned into whimpers. His entire body shuddered at the sheer anticipation of his undoing.

“…Eisuke,” she said.

“What—"

“You’re doing so well.” She felt him jolt at that.

Eisuke whined and shook against her merciless pounding, but he still found the energy to look back at her. He was past the point of scowling now, his eyes shiny with unshed tears and his lips parted for her. Beneath the absolute depravity of it all, there was a tenderness he tried to hide. But she caught it all the same.

“Eisuke,” she repeated his name with all the warmth she could muster, “I love you.”

That had always been his undoing, and today was no different. Despite how aloof he made himself out to be, he’d always come undone whenever she’d say those three words. It was almost like a secret only they knew—that she held his only weakness and that he enjoyed it.

Eisuke let out one last groan of her name as his entire body spasmed at the force of her words. His cock spilled between them, covering them both with his seed. She’d never seen him cum his hard before, and as she jerked him through his orgasm, his heavy breathing slowed down.

Drained, she pulled out of him, unfastened her harness, and slumped next to him. Eisuke still heaved slightly from the tremors of his intense orgasm, but he wrapped his arms around her the moment he felt her beside him.

It was customary for them to cuddle after sex—provided, neither of them passed out first—and she found that this was her favorite part. Having his arms around her waist as he nuzzled between her breasts was a warm kind of intimacy she’d never tire of. She was sure he felt the same way.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, silently listening to the thumps of their heartbeats move in sync.

“MC,” Eisuke said, finally breaking the silence. “Since I did what you asked, can you do me a favor?”

“Okay. What is it?”

He pulled back to stare at her, smirking as he did so.

“Sit on my face.”

She blinked at him twice. “Um, right now?”

“Yes,” he whispered to her ear, sending another shiver up her body. “It’s only fair I do the same for you.”

She should’ve known than to underestimate his seemingly neverending libido. Letting out a resigned laugh, she moved to position herself to straddle him, making sure both her knees were on both sides of his head.

“God, MC,” he breathed, eyes zeroing in on her glistening cunt, “you’re so wet.”

“…No need for the running commentary.” Her cheeks blazed with heat.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed after what you just did?”

“Hey, now, I—"

She couldn’t finish her sentence when she felt his hands grip her hips to pull her down to his face.

“Eisuke—ah—”

His tongue slipped immediately into her slit, and she rode his mouth, feeling the waves of pleasure emanate from her core.

Whenever he ate her out, he sometimes took his time, making sure she almost reached her peak and stopping right before she clenched on his tongue. Other nights, he ate her out with the fervor of a starving man, desperate to burn the taste of her slick to his memory

Tonight seemed to be leaning towards the latter.

Eisuke sucked on her clit, using his tongue to make small circles on the bundle of nerves. He was a far cry from the man she’d just fucked into submission earlier; this Eisuke was merciless and didn’t stop his ministrations, not even when she could already feel the coil within herself tighten.

“Close…I’m close,” she gasped.

A few more licks and one last suckle, and she pressed herself even further against his face. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, and she absently remembered the soundproof walls of their suite meant she could scream as loud as she pleased.

She felt hot pleasure throb within her and pour onto his face. Eisuke, not one to slow down, lapped up the slick like it was his last meal. In her fuck-dazed mind, she could vaguely feel a jolt, followed by something warm and wet behind her, but she paid it no mind.

Exhausted, she pulled away and laid herself next to him, nuzzling his neck.

Beside her, Eisuke was silent, taking in the intimacy of the moment. Her leg moved to wrap around him when she felt the sticky warmth on his stomach. The gears slowly turned in her head.

“Did you just…” The seed on his stomach was still hot, and considering the sudden jerk she’d felt earlier as she climaxed, was it possible that he—untouched—

“Don’t ask,” he murmured back, his arm moving to cover the blush on his face.

She’d long suspected he got off to her pleasure, and his reaction only proved her right.

Oh, Eisuke, she thought. You don’t have to hide that from me.

At that moment, she felt nothing but pure, unadulterated affection for him. With a smile on her face, she pulled him into her arms, hoping he could feel the same warmth he gave her.

#spade writes #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #voltage inc #eisuke ichinomiya #otp: thank you for being born #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #voltage fanfic #i stand by the idea of both of them being switches #i mean lol bound in love basically confirmed it #anyway lol this is just pure self-indulgence #and a little bit of tenderness if you squint #n//sfw

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cozyforjate · 5 years ago

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MacGyver 4x13

So, lets talk about MacGyver season finale. Now did i like it? Yes. It was a solid episode with great action.

Was it the best episode of the season? Unfortunately no.

Its hard not to have big expectations from season finales. Especially when you have a season long arc you want it to end in a satisfactory way. Now i'm one of those who LOVED the Codex arc from the very beginning. But i didn’t really feel satisfied in the end. IMO we needed to spend more time inside the Codex world.

I wanted to have more of Scarlett. But she had like 2 scenes and she died in one of them. Such a shame.

I'm soo dissapointed that Auntie Gwen died. And she died exactly the way James did. Poor Mac, he just cant have a break, can he?

The only consolation for me is that Codex isnt done. Bcoz lets face it, you cant take down an organization that's been around for centuries by just stopping one nuke. Leland is still out there and hopefully we'll see him again. I think he was pretty scary and cool btw.

While the heavily promoted showdown between Mac&Riley vs Russ&Desi was great and very well acted, it didnt live up to the expectations. They built up great tension, they created a believable conflict but then it all got resolved in 5 minutes. Russ was like "sorry for the gun in your face thing" and Mac's like "Whats a gun in the face between friends?". Resolved.

I understand where Russ’s coming from just like i understand were Mac’s coming from. But i guess i wanted to see them working on building the trust, working on the friendship. But maybe we will get that when the show comes back with new episodes. We’ll see...

MacDesi:

When it comes to MacDesi, nothing really makes sense. I feel like this season the writers forgot their own writing and tried to retcon the story a few times.They did it again in the finale.

We had a Desi, calling Mac compromised, telling "i knew it" the minute she realized Mac's gone rogue, saying "sometimes you just have to sacrifice the things you love" with a straight face, saying "Mac has to be stopped"... But in this episode suddenly Desi was talking about how she TRUSTED Mac.

Its always Mac's fault. Mac has to be the one who always need to apologize and take the blame. Even Russ said sorry, but not Desi. Never her.

And what was their last scene all about?

"I know you better than you think "

Of course she knows him! She knew Mac couldnt be compromised. She knew, that Mac always did everything for a reason. She knew he didnt have an evil bone in his body.

Oh wait, that was Riley. Sorry.

Knowing someone doesn't mean knowing superficial things about them. It means knowing their heart, knowing their soul. And when you really, truly know someone, you trust them. You believe in them.

One thing i'm glad about MacDesi scenes was that all the emotion (be it anger or concern) it came from Desi and not Mac really. All scenes were initiated by Desi. And Mac just let her. I dont know how long the writers are intending to keep this relationship going. One more episode, 2 more, 3?

But i got a feeling that Mac now realizes this relationship can't last. He is truly sorry for hurting her. He cares about her. But they lack fundamental things such as trust, understanding, equality and compatibility.

MacRiley:

So we didnt get big scenes with MacRiley in this episode. But i loved the ones we got nonetheless. So im gonna talk about each and every one of them!

What i love with MacRiley is that they're always in snyc. Riley says something, Mac comes up with an idea. Mac presents an idea, Riley improves it. They sense danger at the same time and take action like they planned it all along. They're the king and queen of improvising. Best team ever. And we need more of that in season 5!

Onto the scenes:

Loved how Riley sensed that Mac’s focus seemed a bit shaken and brought him back to his senses. "I need you to clear your head" "Yeah you're absolutely right"...

Loved how Mac repeated that they were a "package deal". I guess he really enjoys it. We feel you Mac. We love it too!

Loved how he didnt want to be seperated with Riley but had to. And i loved how he ran to Riley to see if she's ok after the talk with Leland.

Loved the scene in car. Mac turned to look at Riley when he said he jammed his phone under the ramp before he fell out of the truck. Riley smiled at him already tracking the signal.... Always in sync!

We got one “Riles” wohoo... Call me crazy but i love how Mac always thanks Riley even when its the smallest things like handing her tablet to him. This time he thanked her twice tho, when he took the tablet and when he returned it. LOOOL

When the bomb went off and Mac wasn’t out yet, Riley quickly checked Desi. And it kinda broke my heart coz Russ and Desi were there and she felt like she had to hide her feelings. But the minute she saw Mac, she couldn’t stop herself and ran to him. That’s my girl. Loved how Mac rested his back on Riley's leg. Riley probably wanted to hug him but again Desi and Russ were there so all she could do was pat his shoulder.

Russ giving MacRiley their badges back! LOOOL I bet he cut the badges into tiny pieces himself. And when Riley and Mac realized whats in the envelopes? They had the exact same reaction. Somebody please gif it side by side.

#MacGyver #macriley #mac x riley #angus macgyver #riley davis #macgyver reboot

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riotfuckery · 5 years ago

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What if pt1

Todoroki Shoto x f!reader

A/N: hello beautiful readers! I’m here with a LONG ass Todoroki x reader. It’s my first time writing the icy boy so I hope it’s not too ooc. I made them 3rd years so he’s less icy but it’s a whole lot of pining and fluff! I’m not super happy with it but I hope you all enjoy it!

Taglist: @thedreadthreadanomaly @trafalgar-temptress @lovelustdollsworld @kingtamakimurder @queensynderella @lady-bakuhoe 💖🥺💖 Thank you for all the love and support

Warnings: PINING

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Cool night air prickled your cheeks as the smell of damp grass filled your nose. The odd cricket chirping and the distant sounds of the city filled you with serenity. Unfortunately, serenity never lasted long when the lingering pain in your chest was caused by the heavy feeling of heartbreak.

The guy who you were in love with for 2 years decided to date your best friend. You saw the longing looks they gave one another in class, the all too loud giggles your best friend gave to him, and it hurt. A slow motion car crash of your emotions and reality. There wasn’t anything you could do to stop it and it broke you.

You wouldn’t trade your best friend for anything in the world. The sweet, bubbly, floaty girl with a cute name to match her cute personality. Ochako Uraraka. She was trustworthy, sweet, and so uplifting much like her quirk. You didn’t want to stop her from finding happiness and as her best friend, you needed to support whatever decision she made.

Never telling anyone about your affections for Bakugo Katsuki, you just kept it to pining from afar. He was loud, brash, rude, but you could see it in those crimson eyes that he cared. He cared about his friends, his grades, and his health, as much as he denied it. The determination to be at the top just made him seem all the more attractive to you.

The announcement he barked out to the class that he and Uraraka were dating made your heart drop to your stomach. Pins and needles stabbed your throat and eyes, burning your now empty chest as the class congratulated both parties.

Blaming your stinging eyes on allergies, you congratulated Ochako. Giving her a hug and a sweet smile as you flushed your romantic dreams down the drain.

You huddled more into the fluffy blanket you had wrapped around your shoulders, the cool grass on your legs feeling comforting on your warm skin. Sitting on the grass hill of the backyard of the UA dorms was your sanctuary, your little escape from everyday life.

Quiet music played from the speakers of your phone as you gazed up at the stars. The pain in your chest now soul crushing as you wondered ‘Would’ve anything changed if I just told him? Why am I such a coward? Why couldn’t I just tell him? I can’t. It’s too late now.’

Tears pricked the corner of your (e/c) eyes, the dam on your emotions breaking and rushing out like a tsunami as you desperately tried to hold it in. You needed to let it out, once and for all so you finally have a chance of getting over him.

Heavy, ugly, muffled sobs wracked from your body. Fat tears rolling down to your now pink cheeks as you tried to scrub them away with the corner of your blanket. Hiccuping and hyperventilating into the night air, you let out all your pent up feelings as quietly as you could.

“Hey, are you okay?” A cool voice rang out from behind, making you flinch mid sob.

Wiping your eyes with your blanket before turning around, you faced the last person you would expect. Todoroki Shoto, your friend and prince of class 3-A. Panic set in as you realized he probably caught you ugly sobbing.

“O-oh uhm hey Todoroki, yeah. I’ll be okay eventually.” Your scratchy voice called out. Cringing from the way you sounded as embarrassment seeped through your veins.

“Eventually? What happened, if you don’t mind me asking.” He concernedly asked as he sat down next to you in a bold but nonetheless socially clueless move.

He sat on your right side, so his left was next to you. That side screamed ‘warm and comforting’, everything you needed right now. You had to use every ounce of willpower to restrain yourself from snuggling up to him.

Gazing up at the stars again as you spoke, voice still hoarse from sobbing and eyes feeling sore after crying.

“You won’t tell anyone right?” You gazed at him expectantly.

A short nod from Todoroki came in response. With a sigh, you decided to spill the truth. Everything you felt for the last 2 years, the hurt, the love, and the sadness.

“I fell in love with a guy who didn’t love me back, Todoroki. He’s strong, stubborn, rough, but I know by the look in his eyes that he cares. He cares so much. He’s determined and will do anything to get to the top. I was a coward, I didn’t say anything to anyone. I just pined after him from afar like a fool.” You sniffed.

“I couldn’t find the courage to tell him, I wanted to. I desperately wanted to. But now he’s dating my best friend and I won’t get in the way of her happiness. I’ll be okay, I’m just purging all my feelings before I need to move on.” You poured out as you continued to look up at the twinkling stars.

He let out a deep sigh, his mismatched eyes staring up at the same sky as he was listening to your confession of failed love. He contemplated what to say next, knowing he wasn’t the best in dealing with emotions but refusing to leave you here by yourself.

“I knew you loved Bakugo, I could see it in your eyes. The way they slightly sparkled when you looked at him.” He spoke nonchalantly, not catching the hint sadness in his own smooth voice.

Wide shocked (e/c) eyes met blue and grey ones, earning a low chuckle from him.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m observant you know?” He shot you a sly wink and soft smile.

You let out an airy hoarse laugh, it was nice seeing this side of Todoroki. Not the blank faced prince or the all powerful ice and fire user, but him. As a person, as someone who could joke and laugh.

“Yeah, I sometimes forget you’re just as smart as you are handsome.” You giggled, looking back up at the little spots of white in the black inky sky.

A faint dust of pink bloomed his cheeks, thankfully covered by the dark of night.

“I know what it’s like to love someone who doesn’t love you back. But time heals all wounds, even if it slow. So feel free to come talk to me if you need anything.” He spoke softly, glancing at you for a moment.

“Who wouldn’t love you back Todo? You’re the total package!” You exclaimed with a slight giggle. Sadness filled you once again, but not for you this time. For him. He deserved to be loved. And the girl he loved and didn’t even accept it. ‘At least I’m not the only fool in love here’ the thought ran through your head, finding solace in your pain.

A sad chuckle came from Todoroki, mismatched eyes dulled for a split second before he met your gaze. He loved you but he kept it quiet, much like you did. He didn’t want to bother you with his affections after you were painfully in love with someone else. He held in his love for you, the roots of your beautiful existence wrapping around his heart and squeezing tight whenever you were looking at another man. Kind (e/c) eyes, a loving personality, and how in touch you were with other people’s feelings really made him fall hard.

The lone cricket started up again in the distance as the wind got colder, forcing you to huddle into your blanket further. A comfortable silence fell over both of you. It was nice not feel alone in your pain. Misery loves company right?

“Here” Todoroki gently said as he moved closer. Heat radiated from your right side, your tired body mindlessly getting closer to the source. In an attempt to not leave his right side colder, you threw some of your blanket over him and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Todoroki. For everything tonight. It really made me feel better.” You sighed, feeling like you could finally breathe for the first time in 2 years.

“It was no problem, (y/n). I’m glad I could help.” He had a small smile on his face, one that was so soft that it would’ve made you cry tears of joy. If only you were looking at him.

He noticed your eyes starting to flutter close and offered to walk you to your dorm, like the gentleman he was. You sleepily accepted his offer as you walked your way through the cool grass and headed into the building.

Making small talk with him was surprisingly easy, eventually landing on silly topics as you playfully debated your path through the dorms. Your sleepy giggles rang through the halls and blessed his ears as your slightly puffy eyes crinkled at an offhand joke he would try to make.

When you both arrived at your door, another comfortable silence fell over you two. Looking into each other’s eyes while your quiet laughs died down in the empty dim hall, it felt like the world just existed around the two of you. It was a world you didn’t want to leave so soon.

“Thank you again for everything Todoroki, don’t be a stranger okay?” Your slightly puffy eyes sparkled before you wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug.

He froze at the contact, not fully sure what do to. ‘Should I hug her back? Should I just stand there like an idiot? What do I do?’ He panicked as you looked up at him, chin rested on his chest with the most adorable smile.

He slowly wrapped his strong toned arms around your smaller form, lightly squeezing you back as he wore the most love struck look on his face. Your smile brightened ever so slightly at the soft look he had but too caught up in your pain as to why.

Both of you bid your final good nights as you watched him walk away towards his dorm. With another sigh, you closed your door and flopped onto your bed. Today was rough no doubt. So after ugly sobbing and confessing your sins to a friend, you were refreshed yet exhausted.

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The annoying ring of your alarm promptly shook you out of your dreams. A loud groan escaped you as you got up and changed into gym clothes. It was a Saturday so today was quirk training.

Telekinesis was the quirk that ran in your family. Passing it down from daughter to daughter seemed to be the tradition, all the women in your family having the same quirk.

It wasn’t hard to get into the top 5 in your class, being trained by your loving mother from early youth to make things float from the young age of 4. Your abilities were strong, being able to lift a two story building shakily with only a slight headache as a side effect.

You grabbed a small bag of needles you had for training and shoved it in your mini backpack. Opting to head the small area of woods so you wouldn’t cause too much damage in the gym.

With your earbuds in and hype music playing, you jogged your way to the small clearing. Inhaling the fresh scent of trees and earthy soil made you feel refreshed, the shade of the trees was going to keep you cool when flexing your power.

You opened your backpack and pulled out the bag of needles, a faint red glow around your body as your normal (e/c) glowed bright red. The bag levitated in the air as the drawstring loosened and each needle floated in midair and got to training. (Shoutout to scarlet witch from marvel for the idea)

After you finished your rountine, you plopped down on the grass after your last set of heavy lifting with a tired huff. It was sunset now, the pretty colors of the sky illuminating like a painting as a soft golden light cast on your sweaty face.

Sitting there, you decided to stay for a bit longer. Grabbing your phone and changing from hype music to lofi (sue me I like lofi) set the mood for watching the multicolor sky.

The grass was once again your friend as your hot skin felt heavenly against the cool surface. As you sat under the beautiful sky, you realized how insignificant your problems were.

‘Heartbreak happens all the time so why should I dwell on it? I didnt even tell him plus he would’ve rejected me anyway so why sulk? I was a coward and I’m learning from that. And that’s okay.’ You thought, feeling your heart slowly stitch back together.

Telekinesis wasn’t your only talent, healing others was one you had as well. You were no doctor or nurse but you healed the wounds that hurt the most, the ones on your heart. People all over the school came to you let out frustration or simply just talk about what was bothering them.

Todoroki was someone you saw often in your first year, frequently knocking on your door and ranting about his father in the privacy of your room. That’s how you became friends. Now it was time for him to return the favor, helping you heal.

The sky went from painted neons to dusty blue, forcing you to pack up and head back home. Strolling your way through the dimly lit clearing before ending up back on campus.

The large building greeted you as you swiped your ID and padded your way to your room, greeting people with a smile on your way there.

You unlocked your room and plopped down your bag, realizing how sweaty you actually were. So you decided to take a shower. Grabbing your necessities, you made your way to the shared showers and went to scrubbing.

(F/s) flooded the small space as you washed your hair, steam relaxing your muscles and clearing up your head as you washed the past off your body. All feelings of heartbreak flooding down the drain as healing took its place.

“Maybe I wasn’t as in love with him as I thought” you absentmindedly mumbled as you stepped under the shower head to rinse suds off your body.

After finishing up your shower routine, you stepped out of the stall to change and brush your hair. Swiping on some skincare, deodorant, and perfume you made your way back to your room smelling nice and clean.

Walking down the halls, the muffled sounds of laughing and playful banter from behind closed doors made you smile. Strolling your way to your room, you put all your goodies away and got to studying.

Pulling out all your materials and tying your hair out of your face, you went to work. Jutting down notes and flash cards for the next test that would eventually would happen.

A sharp knock broke your concentration, making you look towards the noise. ‘Maybe someone needs to talk?’ you wondered.

“Come in!” You called, seeing the door open and a head of red and white hair peek out from the space.

“Hey Todoroki! What’s up?” You smiled at him. Shoto’s poor heart was bruising his ribs from how cute you were with messy hair.

“Oh, uh not much, but I wanted to know if it’s okay to talk?” His smooth voice awkwardly spat out, trying his hardest to keep cool in front of you.

“Of course!” You grinned, closing your book and turning around in your chair, motioning him to sit on your bed.

A comfortable familiarity warmed his heart as he sat ever so politely on the soft surface. The small smile on his handsome face as he remembered the nights where you told him what he needed to hear.

Where your sweet voice told him he didn’t deserve the treatment his father gave him. That his feelings were valid. The dazzling smile when you told him that you were proud of him for making the first steps with his mother.

“So what’s got you bothered, Todoroki?” You spoke, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear and gazing at him patiently.

“Actually, when I walked out and saw you sobbing is bothering me a lot. So are you okay? How do you feel?” He shyly spoke, nervously biting the inside of cheek. A habit he picked up from Izuku.

(E/c) eyes widened and soft lips parted a bit in surprise at his statement. You were baffled by this, sadly. Why does no one ask the mom friend how she feels?

The look of shock turned into a soft smile, aimed and fired at Todoroki. It turned his heart into goo while he gave own soft smile in immediate response.

“I’ll be okay, Todo. I’m healing a lot faster than I expected. Maybe I wasn’t as in love with him as I thought.” You shrugged.

A white brow quirked up in silent curiosity. The ever so clueless look on his face and the slight head tilt made him look almost like a confused puppy. How you wish he had the cute ears.

A light giggle escaped you, internally squealing at the cute look on his handsome face. ‘Who knew such a handsome prince could turn into a puppy?’ You cooed.

“After crying it all out and watching the sunset today, I realized this happens all the time and how insignificant my problem is. So why dwell on it? I’m learning from this and I know everything will be okay.” You answered peacefully.

The gears turning in his head were almost visible as he processed your words. His face changed from curious to understanding as all but one locked into place.

“So are you still sad?” He questioned again, the ever so cute clueless look on his face back again.

A somber smile made its way on your face. ‘What a question. Am I still sad? Not as much as I thought I’d be but do I wanna tell him that? It’s not like I’m not ready for it.’ You pondered.

“Yeah, but I’ll be okay” you assured him.

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years ago

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Dad! Peter Parker and Stark! Reader please??? 😊😊 Thanks love :)

It’s My Party

Pairing: Dad!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: “I know your dad is throwing Benji the most extravagant birthday party a one year old could ask for, but I thought we could have our own little family party tonight. Just the three of us.”

Masterlist

“Alright. We got the wall of roses all set up, the cake is still being iced, and the giant bunny I ordered should be arriving this afternoon.” Tony rattled off as he waltzed through his living room. Workers were scattered across the room, setting up various party decorations. Every inch of Tony’s grand estate was or would be covered with blue streamers, Teddy’s bears, or baby blue flowers.

“Please tell me you didn’t buy another giant bunny.” Pepper groaned as her heels clicked against the cool marble floor.

“If my grandson wants a giant bunny, I’m getting him a giant bunny. Just because you didn’t like yours doesn’t mean Benjamin won’t like his.” Tony pouted. The giant bunny was still a sore topic for the couple.

“You don’t know what he wants.” Pepper reasoned. “He’s not even one.”

“But he will be. That’s what this party is for. And I have to above and beyond for my only grandson. So a giant bunny he shall receive.” Tony insisted.

“What’s this about a giant bunny?” You asked as you entered the room. You kissed both your parents on the cheek and took a look around the room. Even unfinished, the room looked incredible. Tony sure knew how to throw a party.

“Dad, this looks amazing! You did all this for Benji?” You asked as a man carrying a gigantic 7 tier cake walked past you.

“Y/n, Benji is my first and only grandson. There is nothing I wouldn’t spend, give up, do, or build for him.” Tony declared.

“Build?” You asked, ignoring the other sentimental parts of your father’s statement. “Tell me you didn’t build my one year old son an iron suit.”

“Please, Y/n. Don’t be ridiculous.” Tony pretended to be offended.

“Okay, good.” You warned.

“I’m saving Mark B for his fourth birthday.” Tony said quickly and under his breath.

“This looks great, dad.” You repeated, still in awe at his far your father was willing to go for his family. “I have to run. Benji’s bed time is soon. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You hugged your parents goodbye and drove home.

“What’s all this?” You asked with a skeptical smile as you set your bag down. You saw your husband balancing Benji on his hip as he mumbled some baby talk in his little ear. You approached Peter as you walked through a curtain of streamers. There was a makeshift “happy birthday” sign hanging up above the doorway, as well as a few other drawings tapped to the walls with webs. It had no doubtably been colored in by Benji, with a little help from Peter. Peter gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before you took Benji in your arms.

“I know your dad is throwing Benji the most extravagant birthday party a one year old could ask for, but I thought we could have our own little family party tonight. Just the three of us.” Peter said softly while brushing some of Benjis curls off his forehead. You smiled fondly at your husband.

“I love that idea, Pete.” You said sincerely. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble.” Peter assured you. “Benji and I baked these cupcakes, with zero help from Benji. And then we frosted them, also with no help from Benji.” Peter sighed. “I just don’t think baking is in our sons future.”

“I’m so sorry. I know you had high hopes for his baking career.” You teased.

“I’ll get over it. I guess he’ll have to be a genius scientist like his mom.” Peter said with sarcastic disappointment.

“Or a superhero like his daddy.” You beamed as you rubbed Peters shoulder.

“We can only hope.” Peter gave you a warm smile and kissed your temple. “Shall we light the candle?”

You nodded and stepped closer to Peter. He wrapped his arm around your waist with one arm and picked up the lighter with the other. He lit the singular candle on the cupcake, a chunky white number one with a red border. The soft glow of the candle dimly lit up your faces. Benji’s eyes lit up at the sight of fire for the first time. The warm glow cast shadows on his small features, illuminating his gentle face.

You and Peter softly sang the words to “happy birthday” to your son. He was too entranced by the light of the candle to listen. It was yours and Peters first time ever singing it to him. The first time he’d ever heard it. It was a moment Benji would never remember, but one you and Peter would never forget. Benji reached for the light but you protectively held him back.

“Happy Birthday, dear Benji.” You and Peter sang. “Happy Birthday to you.”

“Make a wish, sweet boy.” You said as you bounced Benji slightly.

“Let’s make it for him.” Peter suggested. You nodded and leaned closer to the flame.

“I wish for our little family to stay like this, always.” Peter said. “What’d you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.” You shook your head at Peter for not knowing the basic rules of wishes. He laughed at your disapproval.

“My bad.“ he smiled.

You and Peter leaned in and blew out the candle. Benji laughed happily and clapped his hands. He reached out and grabbed for the smoke.

“We better get to bed. Benji has a big day tomorrow.” Peter suggested. You yawned suddenly, not realizing how tired you were until then.

“Okay. Goodnight, Birthday boy.” You kissed both your sons cheeks. “And goodnight, non birthday boy.” You kissed both of Peters cheeks.

The party went as planned. It was even bigger than you expected. Tony’s house looked like the baby shower section of a Party City. All of the Avengers were there, dressed in their finest attire. To kick the part off, Thor created a light show in the sky with lightning. Tony had spliced together every picture and video of Benji in existence and created a momentous montage of his life. You and Peter mingled with the other guests, but always managed to stay close by each other.

After cake and a few drinks, you and Peter helped Benji open all his presents, most of them being from Tony. Once you had finished and your fingers were sore from all the wrapping paper you had to rip, Benji seemed to own every baby product, onesie, and toy in the world. You and Peter were grateful for all the gifts and thanked everyone while internally wondering how you’d ever fit it all in your apartment.

“Well, that’s a wrap on presents. Coffee, anyone?” Tony rubbed his knee and looked around for takers.

“Not so fast.” You spoke up, bringing the attention back to you. “There’s one more present.”

Tony looked at you confused. All the presents had been opened. You were all sitting in a sea of torn wrapping paper to prove it.

“I’m pretty sure we opened everything, pumpkin. There’s nothing more we could possible give to Benji. If there was, I’d find it and buy him the company that manufactures it.”

You laughed at your father and turned to Peter.

“It’s not a present for Benji.” Peter cut in. “We got you a present to say thank you.”

“Really?” Tony asked. A proud gleam was in his dark eyes. He was glad to see his daughter was a giver, no matter the occasion. “You didn’t have to do that. This party was nothing. I barely spent a million dollars. Wait till he turns 16.”

“Well we appreciate it nonetheless, so we got together to make you something special.” Peter nudged you with his elbow just enough that no one could see. You nudged him back.

“Something special?” Tony quipped, suddenly more intrigued than proud. “What is it? Whatever it is, don’t hand it to me. I don’t like things being handed to me.”

“I know, dad. Don’t worry, no ones going to hand anything to you.” You assured your father. “But because it’s so special, the present won’t be here for another nine months.”

“Honey, I told you you could use my Amazon Prime account so you don’t have to wait that long for packages. Just log into OH MY GOD ARE YOU PREGNANT?” Tony suddenly put the pieces together. You put a hand over your stomach and nodded as a wide grin spread across your face. Tears came to Tony’s eyes.

“We are. Well, she is.” Peter confirmed. “And its a girl this time. Y/n is actually three months along but we needed to say “nine months” for the joke.”

“I told you not to explain the joke.” You whispered to Peter harshly.

“I physically had to.” Peter said out of the corner of his mouth.

“My little girl is having a little girl.” Tony beamed as he took your hands. You smiled at your dad and wiped a tear away from his cheek with your thumb. “Does your mother know?”

“She took the pregnancy test when she was on FaceTime with me.” Pepper, who was seated next to Tony, chimed in. It had been difficult to keep the news hidden from her husband for so long, but the look at his face made it all worth it.

“You knew about this and you didn’t tell me, Pepper?” Tony looked over his shoulder.

“What? It was nice to know more than you for once.” Pepper said smugly.

“If your baby girl is anything like your mother, teenage years are going to be rough.” Tony said as he turned back to you. You and Peter laughed. “You’re gonna have a little mini Pepper around.” Tony gushed.

“You can name her Salt.” Sam shouted from somewhere in the back. Peter shot him a look.

“We’re not naming our daughter salt.” Peter declared. Sam shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

“It sounds like a good name to me.” Rhodey added.

This resulted in a discussion among the crowd about the baby’s name. After a surplus of congratulations from everyone, you and Peter found yourselves alone in a corner with Benji.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna do this all over again.” You said in disbelief. Now that everyone knew, it was finally sinking in that you and Peter were going to have another baby. “I guess our little family isn’t so little anymore. Is that okay with you?” You thought back to the night before when Peter wished your family would always stay the way it was.

“Are you kidding?” Peter laughed. He shook his head at you. “It’s not the size that I love. It’s the fact that it’s ours.”

“It is ours.” You smiled proudly at your son. You loved your little family. Peter was like a beautiful melody and Benji was his perfect reprise.

“Hey, you never told me what you wished for last night.” Peter reminded. You chuckled to yourself.

“I wished for happy days, like this, forever.”

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