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mystical-marauder · 4 years ago

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Painting stars

Sirius enters an art shop, hoping to finally buy the supplies he'd been saving up for for months, but walking through that door brings him much more than expected

This is my first oneshot and I hope you like it and I'll post more writing like this hopefully and my writing can also be found on ao3 my username is @loveglowslikethemoon hope you enjoy :)

Today had been pretty quiet with only a couple customers and the shop was closing in 10 minutes, I was ready to go home...

Ding!

I look up from my book, ‘What kind of customer turns up this late?’ I think. I look around to the door, standing there is a tall, handsome young man, his grey eyes excitedly glancing over the shop, his black hair tied up into a bun. His fair skin is disrupted only by a small beauty mark, under his eye. The confident smile that suddenly splits his face as he turns to me, brings out two dimples that break his otherwise smooth cheeks.

"Afternoon! I'm looking for art supplies, I mean I am in an art shop" he says, chuckling. "I actually need some advice, you have a very wide selection and I'm not quite sure what to pick." he gestures vaguely at the shelves full of pencils and brushes, paint and charcoal, canvases and sketchbooks... "You see I love painting but I have no idea which brushes to use, it's embarrassing really."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, actually it's quite common, that’s what I’m here for” I reply with a smile “So you said you paint, right? What do you need, brushes, paint, canvases…?”

“I… um… I actually need everything… You see my parents, well, they kicked me out… and I left everything there… but I've finally saved up enough money to buy new supplies so here I am” he explains chuckling nervously. I look around nervously, unsure what to answer to that but I try to remain as steady and professional as possible.

“That's… terrible, I’m so sorry.” I say, smiling nervously, trying to seem comforting.

“It’s alright, it’s a good riddance I guess.” he replies cheerily “so about those supplies, what do you recommend?”

“Follow me, I’ll show you my recommendations. You’ll have to tell me a bit more about your style of painting so I can give you my best advice.” I say, leading him over to the shelves.

I quickly give him an overview of the different supplies before giving him a more detailed review of each product and advice. We slowly go through the shop and I don’t even notice the minutes fly by. As I walk to another shelf, I catch a glimpse of the clock. I should’ve closed the shop half an hour ago but I decide to leave it. I was having fun. What was the harm of staying open a little while longer? As the minutes pass, our chatter becomes less professional and more friendly. We talked and laughed together and soon enough, we’d picked out all his new art supplies.

“Well there’s everything you need!” I say, walking back to the counter. I start counting the price while chatting to him. “That’s £81.99, the easel is on the house for being such an amiable customer. Do come back if you ever need anything else, it was a pleasure to serve you.” I smile sadly, it had been more than a pleasure and I wish we didn’t have to say goodbye now.

“Thank you” he answers, giving me another of his confident smiles “I- I was wondering if umm… this might sound a bit weird but-” his piercing grey eyes quickly shift away, his normally confident appearance fading to show a childlike nervousness. “Before I left home, well, before I was forced out, I was studying anatomy, and well… I think you'd make the perfect model… Would it be alright if I painted you? If you don't mind, of course. Please don't feel forced to accept anything, but I'd love it if you do. And we could get a chance to get to know each other a little better, maybe somewhere where you don't work.” he clears his voice, as though happy to get this over with, and shifts his grey eyes back to me, his confidence returning. A new childish smile splits his face, as though it had never left it.

My eyes widen as I register what he just asked, and I quickly look away, embarrassed. ‘Perfect?’ as the word races through my mind again and again, I feel my face heat a little. Perfect? Me? No one had ever even called me pretty, let alone perfect, but now this man, who looks like a model himself, wants me to model for him and used that word to describe me. I return the smile, although mine is more nervous than childlike. He tilts his head slightly as though reading my emotions but seconds later, he lets out a small laugh which I quickly copy, trying to diffuse the awkwardness that flourished in me throughout this interaction.

“Are you sure you want me? I mean-” I cut off as I watch him nod confidently “alright I'd love to then!” I answer him, flattered, yet I can't stop the slight shake of my hands. What if I mess up? What if he ends up hating me?

“See you then” he says happily, turning away with a wink. I watch him as he walks out, finding myself to be grinning like a child, like him. I only have one thought left, ‘I don't have to say goodbye.’ I stay standing there for a few minutes with this thought before I snap back to reality. My eyes snap to the clock.

“Fuck” I whisper as I work out the time. If my boss finds out I closed the shop two hours late, I'm done for. ‘Oh well, it was worth it’ I think ‘and anyways he might not even find out.’ I start packing my bag when I suddenly realise he didn't give me a name let alone an address, how was I ever going to find him?! My eyes trail back to the door but of course he is long gone by now… I look around, panicked, as though expecting something to magically give me his address and that's when I notice the folded piece of paper on the counter. I slowly open it, my fingers trembling at the thought that it may not be what I think. I flatten out the paper and quickly read the snippet of writing. I smile inwardly, holding the small, unfolded piece of paper, relief slowly flooding through me as I trace the sentence again and again with my eyes, struggling to believe the evening's events.

19:30 tomorrow room 29 Mirror Hotel - Sirius Black

“Sirius Black” I whisper softly, smiling. “It's nice to meet you, Sirius Black”

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I try to steady my hand as doubt rises in me again, one thought racing continuously through my mind ‘What if I mess up?’ I reach out and knock on the door hesitantly. I wait for a few seconds, yet it feels like an eternity, before the door is swung open.

“Found my note I see!” he exclaims, standing in the doorway with a huge grin lighting up his face. I smile back, trying to look as confident as he did.

“Here I brought you this” I reply, showing him my bag. I take out a small black book and present it to him, “it’s my favourite book, actually I was reading it when you came into the shop, I thought that maybe...” I trail off, embarrassed. I rub the back of my neck, feeling the warmth radiating from my palm. “I just thought maybe you'd find it interesting, I've read it so many times I practically know it off my heart” I laugh quietly, quickly glancing up at him “sorry I'm rambling”

Sirius looks at me, curiosity in his eyes. A small laugh escapes his lips before he turns to me and takes the book. He flips it, seemingly interested before looking back at me and taking a step back, to free the entrance. “Well why don't you come in?” he asks, before marking a pause, “I'm sorry I don't think I caught your name.”

“I'm Remus.” I respond, looking back up at him.

“Remus, that's a nice name.” he comments, his grin never leaving his face “the book seems interesting! I'll be sure to give it a try” I listen to him talk while I walk into his room, which is surprisingly organised. There isn't much, a table with an old laptop on it, two chairs, a bed, which takes up most of the space, a set of drawers, a small window and, in the corner, the art supplies he'd bought the day before. “You can sit here” he tells me, pushing one of the chairs towards me, I take it and sit down, putting my bag down next to it, unsure what to do next, I watch him walk over to the corner and pick up his art supplies.

“What do I need to do?” I ask, my hands still trembling slightly in my lap.

“Nothing, don't worry” he replies “just sit there and relax, there's nothing to be scared of” he addresses a friendly smile at me, pulling up the other chair to face me and setting up his easel in front of it. He takes out a brush and some paint, mixing them on his palette, and starts moving his hand up and down the canvas in big yet careful gestures. As the minutes pass, I start to feel more relaxed, watching his movements getting smaller and slower. “So, tell me a bit about yourself” he says, his eyes not moving from the canvas.

“Hmm oh well my life isn't very interesting. I grew up here with my parents, they're both gone now. I work in an art shop, as you know, I really like reading and I don't know what else to tell you…” I answer, thinking that my life must be too boring for him.

“That sounds interesting to me, you must know the surroundings pretty well then! Maybe you could show me around a little, I've been here for a few months but I still manage to get lost sometimes.” he tells me, chuckling.

“I'd love to, but only if you show me how to paint” I reply, nodding happily. As the minutes turn into hours and his painting progresses, we keep talking, about everything and nothing. It felt easy to talk to him, no not easy, right. Soon enough, I knew him like he'd been my friend for years. While we talk, his eyes tend to stay on the painting but sometimes they glide over to me, snapping back to the painting seconds later. In what felt like a short period of time, yet was a few hours, the painting was finished.

“Are you ready? If I'm honest, I'm a little nervous but if it's bad, blame it on the fact I couldn't paint for the past few months.” he admitted with a nervous chuckle, grabbing the canvas and hesitantly turning it towards me.

‘wow’

That's it. That's the only thought that went through my head as my eyes met themselves on the canvas. It's so beautiful and…

“Well? What do you think?” he urges nervously. I suddenly notice his hands trembling slightly and his eyes watching me intensely. He always seems so confident, yet I can see the fear in his eyes now.

“It's so… It's stunning… I'm speechless” I reply, looking him in the eyes quickly before turning back to the painting. The painting looked so realistic, my light curly brown hair and pale green eyes standing out against my pale skin, there is only one alteration. Instead of the freckles that normally sprinkle my face, are little stars. They're beautiful, shining like the stars I can now see from the window.

“Your freckles, they're beautiful, they look like the stars in the night sky. I thought I should paint them as such… They're like little beacons of hope and friendship, when I walked into that shop, I never thought I'd make a new friend, and well, thank you for giving me hope.” Sirius looks at me, his eyes sparkling with the same hope he was talking off. As I look at him, straight into his eyes, I feel a smile reach my lips, knowing my eyes have the same sparkle in them. And as our eyes dig deeper into one another, as we share a smile of happiness of who we found, the minutes slow, as though this moment was frozen in time, which I wish could be the case. Suddenly, we both break eye contact, as though embarrassed by the connection we'd both felt in that second. We both look back up to the painting, our eyes meeting again for a second, causing my face to heat a little. I slowly lift myself out of my seat, taking a step towards the painting to get a closer view of the talent etched on the canvas in front of me.

“It's- it's really stunning” I mutter, still speechless, taking yet another step forward. As I slowly edge forward, I notice something, something that had escaped me at first glance, as it usually escapes others' attention. A thin scar, tracing along the bridge of my freckled nose. Freckles which usually hide it, making it hardly noticeable, especially at first glance. A scar that had been given to me when I was only five, by an overexcited grey dog at the park. It's claw had scratched against the skin of my nose, after it had ambushed me. It had left me with a gash, one that never properly healed and could now be observed under the shape of a scar. This scar. The one he had noticed, when no one else had.

“You got my scar” I whisper in amazement. I slowly reach out to touch it, feeling like all that matters now, is this single detail. A small detail yet seeing it there had given me hope. At the last second, I pull my arm back, like an instinct, and, remembering the paint is still wet, I drop my hand to my side.

“Of course I got it, how could I miss it?” as his voice reaches my ears, I glance to my left to find him standing next to me, admiring the same spot as I was. Him. The man who, right now, felt like a dream come true. We both turn to face one another at the same second, almost as though we're in tune with one another. I find myself getting lost in his stormy grey eyes again, knowing that he was looking straight back into my emerald green ones. For a moment, there's no movement, we both stand there in silence, our eyes sparkling at each other, knowing that this is right. A shadow suddenly masks one of his eyes and I understand that a lock of his hair escaped his small bun. I watch it sway slightly before I instinctively take a step forward, closing what little distance is left between us, and reach out. I mark a pause, waiting to see if he'll reject the movement, but nothing happens. Carefully, I grab the small lock of hair and delicately brush it behind his ear.

As I hesitantly move my hand away, Sirius lets out a low throaty laugh, and I suddenly feel compelled to do something I'd never dreamed of. Instead of pulling my hand back, I instinctively slide it down to the back of his neck, cradling it carefully in my hand, and lean forward, closing the distance between us centimetre after centimetre until we collide. It was a short kiss but our movements were coordinated perfectly.

We pull away, almost reluctantly, and I watch his face quickly turn a deep crimson, knowing mine isn’t much better. I watch his eyes, like two storms lost in the middle of all this redness.

“That was… something” my eyes move down, as I utter these two words, as though expecting them to close the distance again. Our faces were still within centimetres of one another, making me struggle not to kiss them again.

“Something utterly spectacular” Sirius laughs breathlessly, intensifying my impulse to lean in again.

The room falls silent again, as I continue to watch the slight quiver on his lips. The only disturbance in the otherwise perfect silence is the sound of light rain splashing against the window and pavement along with our shallow breathing.

For a long while, we stand there, gazing quietly into each other's eyes, not uttering a single word, yet I feel complete, everything I need is right here, in front of me. This man, who has the most luscious hair, elegance and grace radiating from his unpolished appearance, a mischievous yet friendly glint in his eye, who is staring up at me with those mercury eyes.

And in that second, I feel certain that this is where I belong. That being with Sirius is right.

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drhxnkmccoy · 5 years ago

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If I Could Turn Back Time - Peter Maximoff x Reader

a/n: hi guys! i know. i’ve been gone for a REALLY long time. i’m really sorry! sporadic posting seems to be my calling. our holiday season at my store was absolutely insane and between forty hours a week and school i kind of forgot about this. sorry i kinda suck! anyway! this one was a request and it was super fun to write, i was a little bit stuck on the idea but i think it turned out pretty cool. i hope you guys enjoy! please leave me some requests too, i’m trying to get back into the groove of writing whilst we’re all under quarantine :)

Summary: Y/N has no idea what she did, or how she got there. But she knows exactly who she’s with.

She wasn’t quite sure how she got there. Hell, she was completely and totally baffled as to how she got there - nonetheless, how she would get back. As Y/N stood up from the charred grass around her, she stared in awe at the huge mansion in front of her, surrounded by a picturesque blue sky and fluffy white clouds. The image reminded her of a painting, too beautiful to be true. She slowly started walking towards the house, taking note that the beautiful watch Peter had given her was gone. A frown took shape on her face, but she resigned to getting out of here first and finding the watch later. As she knocked on the big, wooden door, she looked up, taking in the beautiful exterior and woodwork that graced the white walls and how the sun shone brightly off the roof. Honestly? She wished the mansion still looked like this.

“Can I help you?”

She looked back down to see a teenaged boy with silver hair holding the door open for her. He wore black jeans and a metallic, silver jacket. His hair would have fallen into his eyes if not for the goggles that sat on the crown of his head. His goofy little smile, though: that was what she recognized. As if she could ever forget the way his lips curled up, showing off his dimples like a model.

“Peter?” She gasped, awestruck at how… young he looked. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, and the whole concept quite frankly freaked her out.

“Uh. Yeah. Do I know you, or something?” He squinted his eyes at her, trying to think of how he could possibly know her, “You’re not a cop, right?”

“No!” She laughed, watching as relief flooded his features, “I… well, I’m not really sure how to explain who I am. Could you, uh, tell me what year it is first?”

Peter quirked his eyebrow, looking around in the background behind her. Maybe she was a spy? Peter’s head spun, as he went back and forth trying to come up with where this mysterious chick could have come from and how she knew him.

“It’s 1982. Seriously, where the hell did you come from?”

1982? She hadn’t realized how far she had gone back. Panic started to run through her veins as she suddenly became painfully aware of how far away from home she was, with no knowledge of how to return. Y/N began to breathe heavily, as Peter’s presence started to fade in light of her sudden anxiety.

“Whoa, hey. Calm down. It’s okay - WHOA!” Peter took a step back as she took in a sharp breath and her hair caught fire as if she was a tree struck by lightning. “How did you…” he took a second to watch the flames dance through her hair, understanding just why she wasn’t screaming out horribly in pain, “Are you a mutant?”

Y/N closed her eyes, trying to focus on the situation at hand. Her anxiety lingered, but the calm she was trying to force upon herself was able to subside it - for the most part. She felt the heat begin to die down and soon enough, the flames began to extinguish.

“Uhhh… okay. Okay, this is fine. Everything is fine,” Peter mumbled to himself as he watched the flames disappear. What would Charles say in this situation? He knew exactly what Charles would say. Peter could practically hear Charles’ voice in his head, telling him to invite her in. “Do you, uh, want to come in?”

Y/N opened her eyes. The anxiety had faded and she had zoned back in at the sound of Peter’s invitation. Noting the look of mild terror on Peter’s face, she nodded, “Yes.. yes I would. Thank you.”

The mansion looked ginormous, and it only got bigger as she stepped inside. A huge staircase that split and went two ways as you opened the door, classrooms to the right and dormitories to the left. It looked almost the same as when Charles had recruited her, sometime around 2012. She gazed around in awe as Peter shut the door, unsure of what to do next.

“As interesting as this has been, I’m curious. Where the hell did you come from? You’re obviously a mutant… are you here looking for Professor? If you are, you couldn’t have come at a better time, considering he’s THE PROFESSOR again..” Peter babbled, mostly to himself, at a speed faster than she could comprehend.

“The Professor? Professor Xavier is here?” Y/N found a bit of hope in that statement. Hopefully, Charles would know what was going on and how she could be here… Charles always knew what to do, even when he didn’t.

“Yeah! I mean, no. Usually, yes. But I guess there was some type of emergency, like there always is, and well, I mean, if you know the professor you know he’s always the first one out there to solve the problem. So right now? It’s just you and me.”

“Was that your convoluted way of telling me Charles is on a mission?” Y/N sighed - young Peter was a lot more… zealous, she’d say, than adult Peter.

“Yeah! Wait - how do you know about missions? Wait - never mind, you’re a mutant. Duh, Peter”, he shook his head, “Are you one of Charles’ students? You look kind of old to still be a student,” Peter tilted his head.

Y/N shook her head, “Uh… yes. You could say I’m… a student of Charles.” It wasn’t a lie - she had been a student of Charles.

“Oh.. cool. Well, you can hang until he gets back. Oh! We should order a pizza!” Peter’s mind quickly got occupied and he turned to search through a drawer filled with take out menus.

“Peter! Focus! I need your help.” Y/N was too impatient to sit around and wait for Charles, maybe Peter knew something about how and why she was here - she could only hope that the butterfly effect wouldn’t somehow ruin their relationship in the future.

“Whoa, okay. What?” Peter didn’t look up from the drawer, but Y/N knew her next words would change that.

“I’m from the future. I don’t know how and why I’m here, just that I don’t belong here and I have to get back.”

Peter’s eyes practically bugged out of his head.

“Whoa! The future! Wait, that’s so crazy because a couple years ago some guy came back from the future - he was all mean and grumpy, maybe you guys are from the same place! Wait, what year did you come from?” Peter struggled to focus on one point at a time, as usual.

“2020. I’m from 2020. I - Wait, grumpy? Are you talking about Logan?” Y/N shook her head, “Nevermind that. I just need to figure out how to get back to where I came from.”

“Hmm. Sucks. I don’t know anything about time travel. But hey, tell me about the future!” Peter zoomed beside her, and in the two seconds it took her to turn and face him, he was already cozy on the couch.

Y/N approached the couch as well, wondering if it was really her place to tell him what the future holds - what if she told him about their relationship and then it never happened? She didn’t want to change the course of history.

“Well…” She sheepishly took a seat beside him, “There’s… a lot of big stuff that happens in the future. For one,” she pointed at the small television seated upon a cart at the door of Charles’ office, “there are televisions four times the size of that. And there are more than three channels. And -”

“That’s cool! Hey, are the X-Men still a thing? Oh, and who’s the president? Oh, hey, do you know me in the future?” Peter cut her off with the force of his questions.

This was it. Would Y/N tell him? Would that endanger their future together?

“I… do. Yes, I know you in the future.” She smiled at the way his eyes lit up when she said that.

“No way! Are we friends?”

Her voice was caught in her throat. She knew Peter - he was a curious guy, this question was to be expected. And yet, she still had no answer for him.

“We -”

“My, my, Miss Y/N.” She was cut off by Charles’ arrival, the wheels of his chair squeaking slightly as he entered the room. “How nice it is to see you again.”

He looked so… different. Y/N had never seen Charles with hair before - only in pictures.

“Professor,” she stood and shook his hand, “it’s always a pleasure.”

“I believe this,” he pulled her watch out of his pocket, “belongs to you.”

Y/N looked at him with large, wide eyes. He had found her watch! This meant he had to know what she was doing here. Right?

“Whoa,” Peter glanced over the couch, “My dad has a watch, like, exactly like that.”

Charles grinned at Y/N, trying to hold back a laugh at the look of confusion mixed with terror on her face, “As lovely as it is to see you, darling, unfortunately we’ve got much to do today. Peter should be studying for that quiz tomorrow, hm?”

Peter’s eyes widened and before Y/N could even blink, he was gone.

Charles laughed, heading towards the door,” Perhaps, if you don’t mind visiting on another day,” Charles was already escorting her out the door.

“But, Professor -”

“Don’t worry, dear,” Charles opened the door for her, “I’m sure whatever it is,” he winked, “can wait a little bit.”

And with that, he shut the door.

Y/N gasped, opening her eyes to see the dingy walls of her office. She stood from her desk chair, looking around the familiar room. The ceiling looked like it was about to cave in, the wood beginning to rot. The paint on the walls was peeling, adding to the old, abandoned look of the room. Everything looked like what she remembered - not what she had seen.

“Babe?”

She whipped around to see Peter standing at the door, “Are you coming? I thought you were supposed to be done with class, like, an hour ago - Whoa! Okay!” Peter stumbled back as she ran into his arms.

“What year is it?” Y/N looked up at him - he was the Peter that she had come to know and love.

He looked at her with a look of concern, “Are you okay? It’s 2020, crazy. Are you sick?” Peter held a hand up to her forehead, which she quickly slapped away.

“I’m fine,” Y/N straightened out her skirt, “I’m sorry. I guess I just… lost track of time. But I’m done, let’s go.”

Peter grinned and took her arm, leading her away from the office, “Wow, nice watch,” he winked, drawing her attention to the beautiful piece of jewelry he’d given her, “Wonder who could have given it to you. So, how was your day?”

“Crazy. Like you wouldn’t believe…”

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eutxrpe · 5 years ago

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hello! i hope you guys enjoy this fic and that you’re doing well! my inbox and messages are open, so don’t be afraid to send something in! - xio ⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆ counter -a play where the offense runs the ball in the opposite direction that the defense expects. usually preceded by a fake in the opposite direction of the actual play.-

pairing: football player!midoriya x nerd!reader

word count: 2.2k words

warning: swearing, fluff ⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆ you didn’t want to be here.

here at this party where sweaty bodies moved on the floor as if they do that every night. where lips and skin met in a drunken haze and where the bass pounds so loud that you’re getting a worse headache by the minute. brought here by your friend and promptly left alone because they spotted the love of their life, you just wanted to curl up with a blanket and a book. preferably away from all of these people who didn’t even know you were alive.

sitting down in the corner, you look down at your red solo cup filled with water and look up at the sound of a dozen boys chanting across the room. your eyes scan the scene as you think about an escape plan but stop when you see him.

everything around you and him seems to blur except for him. you know who he is, the running back of u.a high’s football team.

izuku midoriya. or deku, as it was printed in every newspaper, social media post, and jersey he had. with his always overgrown, dyed green (you had a feeling his natural hair was black) undercut and innocent smile, everyone just loved him.

he finishes a solo cup filled with whatever popular people like to have in their cup and slams it down on the table, his teammates smacking him on the shoulder and back as he grins. izuku exchanges handshakes and claps with everyone on his team, going around the table and even ruffling a fiery, blonde guy’s hair. in the midst, you two lock eyes.

you immediately look down at your cup, sipping it in an effort to calm yourself down. out of the corner of your eye, you see him searching if there’s anyone with you and excuses himself from the group. there’s a figure in front of you in seconds and you crane your head up to look at him, cursing his height.

“hey, are you okay? i noticed that you’re here alone.” there’s honesty in his eyes that made you fall the slightest bit into the calm jade of them.

“you don’t have to worry about me, golden boy. enjoy your party and your drinking.” ignoring your words, he sits in the corner next to you, bumping his thigh with yours.

“tomorrow’s homecoming. i’ve been drinking lemonade and water tonight.” midoriya holds up another cup and you snort at his good boy act, tapping the rim of it with your own drink. you take a gulp of it, trying to get the heat from your face to leave. “why are you here?”

“what? i can’t enjoy a party?” midoriya frowns at your response as if you hadn’t just started your first conversation with one another.

“you’re not really enjoying denki’s party. or you’re dancing in the corner and i hadn’t noticed?” you laugh into your cup at that, continuing to listen. “this doesn’t really seem like your scene.”

humming, you turn to his earnest eyes. “and why not?”

“(y/l/n). i know you’d rather be drinking hot chocolate and reading a book.” your eyes widened, and he grins in victory. curse that innocent smile of his.

“how did you know that?”

“i pay attention to the people in the school. that includes you.” he flushes as he says this, taking a sip of his own drink.

“i’m here because my best friend left me to see todoroki. and maybe do more than that.” you chuckle bitterly. “what about you, midoriya? why are you at kaminari’s place?”

“he’s my teammate, and i want to support him. but this isn’t where i’d like to be either.” you turn toward him in surprise when midoriya finishes.

“golden boy doesn’t like parties? that’s something new.” he scratches the back of his neck, blushing at your statement, but his eyes change a little when he smiles sheepishly. they’re still the beautiful jade hue, but there’s a little less innocence in them.

“why do you call me golden boy?”

“isn’t it obvious? you’re a football player with a perfect track record and everyone loves you. the school’s golden boy who wouldn’t do anything out of the ordinary.” midoriya makes full eye contact with you, his big, pure eyes not matching the playful grin on his face. his freckles stand out against his tanned skin, sunkissed from all of the hours in the sun for football practice.

“i’d like to think of myself as a wild card... since being a running back requires a lot of different things from me.” midoriya seems more confident, taking up more space in the corner as he says this. you gulp at how he overpowers and towers over you, but you still can’t believe his words.

“yeah?” looking him in the eyes with all of the determination you have, you poke him gently on the shoulder with your finger. “what can you do that proves that you’re not what i think you are, golden boy?”

you calling him golden boy again sparks something in him, eyes racing across your face and landing on your lips, the bottom one in a pout, a habit you never got over since childhood. midoriya leans forward and kisses you, and your heart finds a race horse and runs rampant. his hands capture your waist, and yours land in his hair.

now, you’ve never seen your football team play, much preferring quiet time to the crowd’s headache-inducing cheers, but you imagine that deku plays just how he kisses.

fast. passionate. there’s a hint of roughness that makes your head spin as his lips dominate yours. he tugs at your bottom lip, making you whine before retreating.

wiping his bottom lip with his thumb, he smirks at you and damn, you no longer regretted coming to this party. “was that evidence enough, (y/n)?”

before you could answer, the blonde that got his hair ruffled by midoriya comes up to you two.

“deku, we need to leave if we want to be the fuckin’ best for the homecoming game.” he sneers, looking at you two, specifically izuku’s swollen lips. “finally got a kiss, you fucking loser? ha, c’mon, we’re going now.��

“kacchan, you bitch.” there wasn't any bite to his words, and the way that the two grinned at each other made it obvious that they were close. midoriya kisses your forehead softly, contrasting with how rough of a kisser he actually was to your surprise and delight. “i’ll see you soon, okay? have a safe night.”

and with that, he disappears into the crowd and the door-slamming, thanks to the blonde, signals that they both left.

how loud the party was didn’t apply to you anymore. not with deku’s words replaying in your mind.

i’ll see you soon.

did he really mean that? and how would you two even see each other, considering that you’re in two different cliches at school?

and as you waited for your bestie to come out of that room, preferably without visible marks todoroki gave them, izuku midoriya was all you could think about.

maybe parties weren’t so bad... ⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆

“kacchan?”

“what is it, deku?”

“i need you to find out where this student’s locker is for me… by morning.”

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“did you enjoy the party last night? i know i forced you to go…” your best friend, in a turtleneck that wasn’t theirs, chats with you as you walk to your locker.

“yes. i know you forced me to go, because i didn’t enjoy it for the most part.” you don’t blame them for forcing you to go, considering how much of a homebody you are, but they quirk an eyebrow at your words.

“for the most part? what happened? did you meet somebody? is that why you looked so dazed when i met you afterwards?” used to their questions, you look down at your lock, twisting it open and frowning at the scratch marks on it.

“yes, for the most part. i’ll explain later. yes. y-”

a gasp at your side makes you snap your head up as you’re inspecting the freshly made marks.

on a shelf in your locker, there’s a bunch of your favorite candy and snacks in u.a high’s school colors, along with a note that you take into your hands. of course, the school spirit made it obvious who it was from, but the golden boy of the school wouldn’t break into your locker, so what exactly happened?

your best friend takes the note before you could read it, clearing their throat before reading it out loud.

“dear (y/n), -on a first name basis already, hmm?-

i hope you don’t mind that kacchan (number 1 on the team) mutilated your lock, so i could get in. like i said, i pay attention to the students at our school, especially the ones that i like. a lot. i hope you enjoy the snacks whenever, and if you turn around, there’s an important question i’d love to ask you.

signed, your golden boy!”

when you turn around, there’s deku, holding a teddy bear that’s bigger than both of you that has a blue and white ribbon tied around its neck, standing right in front of you. his eyes are tearing up, and he holds the bear out to you as he asks, “will you go out with me?”

you didn’t have to think about the question.

“yes, golden boy. i’ll go out with you.” as you answer, you take the bear from his hands and kiss his bright pink cheek in thanks. izuku picks you up suddenly, making you drop the teddy bear, and spins you around in a hug, elated with the fact that you said yes. he quickly sets out you down, sensing your surprise and apologizes. your best friend snickers in the background, and you have the urge to tell them to shut up. before you could do anything, the bell rings, and the hallway clears out, including them. you turn back to your locker, getting your books and notebook for social studies.

“wait! (y/n)!” you face him, intrigued on what else he could ask after such a way of asking you out. “you don’t have to do this… but will you wear my jacket to the game today?”

you didn’t have plans to head to the homecoming game, but you couldn’t say no to your golden boy’s face. nodding, his face lights up, and wow, his smile is radiant when he’s happy. taking off his letterman jacket to reveal a muscle shirt that reads ‘loose top’, he hands it to you. maneuvering your books so you could get it on, izuku moves to your backside, helping you get your arms into the holes. you are enveloped in the scent of rain, mint, and cotton. it was relaxing. it was so distinctly izuku.

“thank you, izuku.” at the use of his first name, his face turns even more pink. afraid of stammering out a reply, he kisses your forehead in goodbye, and the press of his plush lips against your skin makes you fall just a bit further for him. deku jogs off as the late bell rings, bringing you back to reality. ⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆ it’s the last ten seconds of the game, and it’s the first time you’ve cared about the outcome of a football game in a long time. you hug izuku’s jacket closer to your figure as u.a sets out on the field after a timeout. looking out in the crowd, izuku makes eye contact with you in the stands and places his hand on his heart.

the whistle blows, and you cheer louder than you’ve cheered the whole game. the ball moves from one pair of arms to the other and it lands in izuku’s arms. the announcer is practically screaming into the mic, reenacting the surprise play.

“u.a high just performed a counter against shiketsu! after receiving the ball from the quarterback, kirishima, number nine, deku, is lightning out there, already halfway to the goal line! nobody can touch him as he gets closer!... and he’s done it! u.a wins the homecoming game!”

there’s chaos around you as people scream for the team and hug in the stands. you can see izuku remove his helmet to wipe tears from his face as he hugs his teammates. you lock eyes again and with teary eyes, he still managed to send you one of the biggest smiles you’ve seen from him.

and you’re filled with such energy that you don’t care anymore, you rush from out of the stands and onto the field, running to wrap your arms around him in a hug. tossing his helmet to the ground, you can feel his arms tug you impossibly closer to him. his hands pick you up by your waist and you put your forehead against his, both of you laughing and crying in a haze. you can hear the chants of the crowd to kiss and feel the field lights on you, but it didn’t matter when you were so close to izuku that your breaths were practically one.

was it possible for love to blossom in one day?

you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that question when it was so obvious that it was with him.

you tug him by his jersey into a kiss, passionate and loud. it was a blissful moment, everything fading away except the two of you until you had to inevitably pull away for air.

“i love you,” izuku pants, adrenaline fading away and you smile in his arms.

“i love you too.”

you weren’t expecting any of this, especially the fact that izuku managed to win both the homecoming game and your heart with just a counter.

fin.

#bnha modern high school au #bnha #my hero academia #bnha imagines #izuku midoriya #bnha izuku midoriya #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Izuku midoriya x reader #football player izuku #bnha fluff #bnha x reader fluff #midoriya x reader

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i-am-just-a-kiddo · 4 years ago

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rules: create your own post and tag 9 people to get to know better or catch up with

thank you for tagging me in this, @vishcount, eventhough we catch up every day basically 💞 i am tagging @cortue, @sassyassassy and @the-cloud-whisperer! no pressure in answering these questions to such detail, just do however you feel like. (ED) i’m sorry i forgot to tag @intyalote because i wish to know you better too!

my ramblings under the cut:

last song listened to: Change (Feat. GRAY) (Prod. 코드 쿤스트 CODE KUNST) by Kid Millie

code kunst is one of my absolute favourite musical artists and i always discover new projects he was part of. this one is my recent favourite, i’ve just been listening to it up and down the past few weeks so my youtube shuffle automatically plays this.

last movie watched: The Yin Yang Master (2021)

just like vishie, this was the last movie i watched and i think overall it was very fun? i found it very cute and entertaining in its world-building, as well as the visual design. also chen kun as qingming truly.....hits differently, wow. so it was hard to keep my cool about him because somehow he is way too stunning in my eyes. i also enjoyed the found family trope? it was very sweet. but as vishie noted too, the movie did not leave much place for the characters to develop properly so it would have deserved more time in that department. i was not that attached to any of them because the movie focused more on the plot happening than the character driven story. also funny how the yin yang master: dream of eternity was a wonderful gay feast while this movie just pulled the no homo card lol

currently reading: When The Light Of The World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through, A Norton Anthology of Native Nations Poetry (Ed. Joy Harjo, Leanne Howe, Jennifer Elise Foerster and more)

i wished for this book for christmas and finally received it a few weeks ago. the past two years i’ve mostly been reading poetry (if you leave out readings for university) and i really want to educate myself on native cultures and their past. i think this is an amazing book that has a long introduction about its creation and the choices made on how the poems should be assembled. i love how so many different voices across geography, time and ages gets presented and i am excited to read more. apart from that, i am just waiting for uni taking up all my reading space again.

currently craving: a cold beer?

since yesterday the weather has been so incredibly lovely and spring-like, i just want to go sit outside in the park or by the river and have a beer with someone. might do that tomorrow? i am feeling the holiday vibes. (also i am hungry so i should probably cook soon hmm)

current project: uni and fic ideas (and a fishtank?)

for uni i will need to hold a presentation about materiality in viennese modern designs during 1880-1930. i have this ceramic vessel by dagobert peche as my topic and i’m excited to dive into it because i am not well-versed in viennese art in general? and from what i’ve seen from his designs he took a lot of inspiration from japanese ceramics and chinese brush paintings which fits me past studies. also the question of materiality has never been the biggest focus in my studies so i am curious what will come of it, especially since our course leader wants to get us into the exhibition and hold the presentation in front of the actual object, which i have never done before (thanks covid).

i have some fic ideas which i want to get into but right now they are more vague concepts - i’ve been doing some research on korea during the 1880s-1890s for some very loosely dorian gray inspired au, but let’s see if this will take any reasonable shape. i’m also thinking about more wen ning & song lan content and maybe, possibly, some wen kexing character study? let’s see. am slowly getting back to writing and i am lowkey proud.

and yes, i want to get a fishtank in our flat. i am so ready to have one again and my flatmates agreed so there is nothing standing in my way

current mood: tired but content

i overslept my first alarm today so i had a very stressful morning (it usually takes ages for me to get out of bed) and i did most of my first lecture but then decided to ditch it to hang out with my flatmates which was the best decision tbh. i also skipped the second lecture to hang out with them and go on a walk later to enjoy sunshine? so i think this day was very much successful on the social part. i even had ice cream.

current wish: for my writing to return from war

i’ve lamented about this for the past few months on here, but it truly is weighing down my heart a lot. i just miss writing okay. i know i shouldn’t be hard on myself and accept that i need a break too, because indeed - i can’t force it and there is no need in beating myself up. but it still hurts because there is always something missing. i think the past two weeks i have been feeling a little bit more ready to return to it? though i truly need to be understanding with myself if it doesn’t work as i want it to.

currently learning: materiality, persian book art and queer theory

as mentioned above, i have one course about materiality in arts, crafts and designs, focused on 1880-1930 vienna. i am also attending a lecture about persian book art from the 14th century onwards, though i have taken so many lectures with this professor already, i feel like he is repeating himself so much? i hope i will learn something new at least, so far it feels like i’m hearing the topics for the third time. and then i have a lecture about queer theory which is exactly my crowd - the people, the professor and the discussions give me so much and bring all these topics that i think about in my free time into a theoretical and scientific realm? so it’s nice to study these things in a systematic way - as systematic as it’s possible with a topic such as queer theory. this lecture just makes me feel seen and also allows me to get a broader sense of understanding how these studies developed.

something that makes you proud: my niemo oneshot and my social activities

last week i wrote a short snippet for nie huaisang/mo xuanyu and it was the first time i had written in ages? so i feel very proud of it. and something i have been proud of lately is that i manage to be socially active a lot without feeling like all my energy has been sucked out of me? i am genuinly having fun being with people - of course it exhausts me a lot and i take breaks, but all in all it truly got easier socialising ever since i started taking my meds. my anxiety levels aren’t as high as they used to be and it helps me appreciate the presence of other people in a completely new way. this allows me not to feel like i am running away when i take time for myself.

if you’ve read all of this, thank you! this was a fun little something

#nice #i just came from a walk and thought yes #this is the perfect thing to do before i cook something #thank you for tagging me despite knowing most of it already lol #personal #tag game

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mischiefandi · 4 years ago

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A Shitty Love Song (Part 3) - Stiles Stilinski

No Shame

A/N: hi everyone, here is part 3, im sorry i couldn’t post it yesterday. part 4 will be out next saturday! ty for reading, hope you enjoy it

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to finally open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot be long hidden.

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, swearing, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks (if this triggers you in any way, please be careful)

Word Count: 5k

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

Series Masterlist

(picture is not mine -> credits to @ sanjeevgrover on unsplash)

“I need you. I need you.”

Stiles’ cries had not escaped Y/N’s mind in the past two and a half weeks. On a loop, they played back, the words looming behind every action, every conversation, every thought. Never before had she heard pleas quite like the ones stuck in her head. It had been a real shock seeing her friend in such a state of panic and terror. Being Stiles’ friend, you couldn’t help but notice his anxious quirks and habits, but he had never lost control like that. At least, never in front of other people.

So as the weeks rolled into winter exams, Y/N found herself struggling to stay focused on her studies, her mind often wandering off in unwanted directions. She thought of Stiles, and of his distress, and she thought of those troubling words that still lingered in her mind. But most of all, she thought about how she still had no idea what happened. She had asked, multiple times, but Stiles had shut her down, providing fleeting excuses that she just wasn’t gullible enough to believe.

“Maybe he’s embarrassed.” She had thought to herself. And perhaps this was true. But if that was the case, did it mean he didn’t trust her? Was he uncomfortable around her? Did he regret showing that side of him and if so, what did that say about their friendship? As always, Y/N’s mind overflowed with questions and hypotheses, and there was nothing she could do about it.

As the moonlight shone through her bedroom window, Y/N stood from her chair, her fingers furiously drumming against her chin as she focused, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, uh…New York…” she recited, another overwhelming wave of stress hitting her for the third time that evening.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back in frustration.

She was nervous. Tomorrow was the last day of exams, and she couldn’t mess it up. She generally had good grades in History, but the past few weeks had been exhausting and she truly was reaching her breaking point, making it more and more difficult to study even the simplest dates and events.

Y/N walked over to her art corner, her gleaming eyes glazing over the patterns of black and grey carefully applied to the canvas of her latest painting. She sighed, burying her face in her hands.

This abstract piece had been started at the beginning of winter exams, but she still hadn’t finished it. It wasn’t really that she didn’t have the time, it was something else. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but something was stopping her from completing the painting.

Whenever she stood in front of the canvas, unsure hands hovering above her color palette, her fingers retracted. It was a frustrating predicament, constantly coming back to the same issue and not knowing how to get out of it.

Y/N was so tired with it all. She was tired of the studying and the overwhelming waves of anxiety, and she was tired of not hearing from Stiles. She was tired of not finding a way out of her artistic rut and she was goddamn tired of feeling trapped.

Without warning, her eyes filled with water and for a split second, time stood still, before the tears overflowed, chaos crashing into her. Her breathing accelerated and she bit down on the inside of her mouth, pain erupting through her cheek.

“No, no, come on. Stop it,” she whimpered, the tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

She had reached her breaking point. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto the floor, her back pressed against the foot of her bed. Her toes curled as she gripped the carpet beneath her, the soft fabric a small comfort. Y/N shut her eyes and winced, chaos burning inside of her stomach, and she forced herself to raise her finger up to her nostril, pressing the tip against her humid skin.

“1…2…3…” she gasped as she shakily breathed in the cool night air seeping through her bedroom window.

“1…2…3…” She exhaled loudly but slowly, forcing every last drop of air out of her lungs then back in as she started anew.

Slowly but surely, she felt her muscles start to relax, her weary toes uncurling. The chaos had thankfully subsided.

“This one barely even lasted a few minutes.” Y/N thought to herself, resting her head against her bed. She soothingly wrapped her arms around herself and continued to breathe, the exaggerated inhalations helping tremendously.

A few minutes of silence had passed when suddenly, the familiar buzzing of her phone made Y/N’s quiet bubble pop. Grimly, she made her way over to her phone sitting on the wooden surface of her desk and her red-rimmed eyes glazed over Allison’s name flashing through the bright screen. She answered instantaneously.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Y/N! How horrible is studying going?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, letting out a sharp laugh.

“Decently horrible. How’s it going for you?”

“Well…it could be going better,” Allison chuckled, her warm voice lighting up the room.

“We’re just so tired! Who the hell came up with the idea of making us sit through two whole weeks of exams?” huffed Y/N.

“It’s not that bad. I don’t know about you but my dad’s been acting like my butler.”

“Wow, well, if your new butler wants to start working for me as well, I don’t mind,” Y/N teased, Allison’s laugh echoing through her phone.

“So hey, I was talking with Isaac earlier today and we were thinking, why not hang out by the Hale House tomorrow after exams are done. We could have a bonfire and just celebrate the end of the trimester?”

“Oh my god, that sounds so fun,” Y/N gasped, her heart doing a backflip inside of her chest. She needed to see her friends.

“Yeah! I’ve missed our hangouts,” said Allison.

“I know, I have too. Hanging out and just chilling with everyone by a fire sounds perfect.”

“God knows we deserve a break.”

“What time were you and Isaac thinking?”

“I’m not sure, maybe around 7?”

“Yeah, no problem. What do you need me to bring?” asked Y/N, one hand resting on her hip.

“Um, maybe just a couple of blankets, I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Lydia’s bringing some drinks and the boys are handling food.”

“Okay, great. I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. Good luck with History tomorrow!” Allison exclaimed.

“You too. Goodnight, Ali,” replied Y/N before terminating the phone call.

She slumped into her desk chair and sighed slowly before straightening her back and passing a shaky hand through her hair. She was going to study and nail this exam. And then, she was going to have a blast at the bonfire.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

The excruciatingly demanding day had come to an end and Y/N felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her weary shoulders as she inhaled the cool evening air. The sun had gone down, all that was left was her shadow, following closely behind as she rode to the woods. Her History exam had gone really well considering how difficult it had been to study its content. Exams were over and done with, and the highly anticipated winter holidays were finally here, much to Y/N’s relief. Everyone needed this well-deserved break.

Y/N turned a sharp right onto the gravel trail leading up to the core of the forest, her heart beating with excitement. The chilly air whipped her face as she rode faster, her bike disappearing in a blur of dark trees and thick bushes as she inched closer and closer to the Hale House. Briefly tilting her head up, Y/N’s eyes caught a glimpse of a shooting star zooming through the night sky and disappearing into its dark backdrop in a flash.

After what seemed like an eternal bike ride later, she could finally hear the sounds of laughter and happy chatter echoing around her, and she grinned, entering the large clearing and jumping off of her seat. Her bike crashed onto the ground as she leapt in Lydia’s arms, breathing in the smell of fresh strawberries in their warm embrace.

“Finally! I was starting to think you’d never get here,” exclaimed the redhead. “You don’t pack lightly,” she added, gesturing at the large duffel bag hanging from Y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Ali asked me to bring blankets,” Y/N replied, chuckling.

“Hmm, well our Mom thinks of everything,” joked Lydia.

“What did you just call me?” inquired a soft voice, and Y/N turned, her eyes falling onto Allison’s smirk.

“Oh come on, you know it’s true. You’re basically our mom.”

Allison giggled and put her arms around her friends’ shoulders, leading the pair towards the bonfire a few feet away.

“Well, I gladly accept the title,” she said, her voice light as the sun.

As Y/N got close to the fire, warmth fanned over the few inches of her skin not covered by her clothes.

“Y/N, you’re here!” said Scott, smiling widely, his eyes gleaming through the thick flames of the bonfire.

“Let’s get this party started,” Isaac whooped, his hand reaching for a can of cheap beer, knocking it back in mere seconds.

Y/N grinned at the group. Kira was seated between Scott’s legs, a bottle of coke in her grasp. Isaac pulled Allison down next to him, planting a sweet kiss on her cheek. Y/N’s kind eyes finally settled on Stiles. He was sitting next to Scott, his back pressed against a log, legs spread freely in front of the fire. Their eyes met and he smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection. She calmly sat herself down between Lydia and him, and conversation soon lit up the clearing, the group’s voices bright and excited.

“Can you believe it’s already winter break?”

“Seriously, I feel like we should still be in October,” replied Y/N as she handed Lydia some blankets to pass around.

“How did your exams go?” asked Scott, his eyes flicking from one person to another.

“Decently,” shrugged Isaac, Stiles scoffing at his words.

“You called me up at 2 in the morning asking me if it was true our next exam was Geography and not Econ,” he mocked and Allison laughed out loud, her head thrown back.

“I see I’m not the only one he wakes up in the middle of the night,” she teased, resting her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder, their fingers intertwining.

“Okay, there were some organizational issues, but we fixed them and agreed not to mention them. Ever again,” he replied, shooting a deadly glare at Stiles.

“How do you feel about your exams, Scott?” asked Y/N, swiftly moving the focus away from the guilty blabbermouth seated next to her.

Scott nodded, his bottom lip tucked back in his mouth.

“Honestly, I think I did pretty well. Biology went much better than I thought it would so that’s great. Thank you again, Lyds, you saved me,” he added, sending a grateful look at the redhead who smiled in response.

“You did the work, Scott. It was all you,” she replied.

“I’m actually pretty sure I flunked Biology but the rest was fine,” Allison said. “How did History go, Y/N?”

Y/N grinned widely before bowing before the bonfire, Lydia scoffing at the gesture.

“Yours truly is officially the queen of History.”

“Hey, congrats! Who’s your History teacher?” Kira asked.

“Uh, Mr Hebowitz. You’re lucky you don’t have him, he friggin sucks.”

“Well, I’d take him over my dad any day. Seriously, if I have to hear one more embarrassing childhood story brought up in class, I’m gonna burst.”

“Yeah, that sounds bad,” Y/N winced.

“I gotta say it’s pretty entertaining though. I didn’t know you were so big on martial arts,” said Stiles.

“Yeah, I read this book about a femme fatale superhero with a katana and I just thought that was so cool. So I begged my parents to let me take martial arts lessons and I loved it!”

“Woah, that’s so awesome. So you’re basically a super ninja?” Isaac inquired, his expression serious and unphased.

Lydia laughed, her head shaking repeatedly.

“More like a samouraï but close enough,” she said.

“Yeah, sorry. And before you ask, no- I don’t know the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,” teased Kira.

“Isaac isn’t really familiar with anything so cultural, isn’t that right, Isaac?” Stiles piled on, grinning sarcastically.

“Isn’t that right, Isaac,” the sandy-haired boy childishly mimicked, “Shut up, Bilinski.”

“I will have you know, I am proud of that name. It got me on the lacrosse field.”

“And which of your numerous exploits can you recall from said lacrosse field?” said Y/N, intently watching his face with an amused expression etched on hers.

Stiles met her gaze for a split second, lips pursed, then shot back to Isaac.

“The point is lacrosse is great,” he cried out.

Laughter erupted in the clearing as the fire crackled, smoke rising up into the frigid night air. The group passed along bottles and cans of beer, discussing the previous weeks with excitement. It had finally sunk in that the holidays were here.

“Okay, as much as I love reliving our painful school experiences, I propose we play a drinking game instead,” suggested Isaac, mischief painted across his face, his eyes glinting brightly.

“I’m down, it’s been a while!”

“Let’s do this,” Y/N cheered, clapping her hands together in excitement.

“Never Have I Ever?”

“Yeah, why not?” said Stiles with a nod.

“Okay, never have I ever had a girlfriend?” asked Y/N.

“Evil genius,” growled Isaac, as the boys all put a finger down. Y/N gulped at the sight of Stiles’ thumb going down, ignoring the discomfort she felt as quickly as it had come.

“Never have I ever…blacked out at a party?” Isaac inquired, shooting a glance at Y/N.

“Ali!” she scolded.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d mind! I mean, everyone saw you…” the brunette replied, guilt spread across her face.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get my revenge.”

“For what it’s worth, it happens to the best of us,” Scott joked, sending Y/N a friendly smile.

“Come on, next question!”

“Okay, okay. I got this one,” said Stiles, his amber eyes contemplating the individuals seated around him through the bright flames of the bonfire. “Never have I ever…gone skinny dipping.”

Kira suddenly choked on her coke, harsh coughs escaping her throat as the group laughed, colour flooding in Scott’s cheeks. He looked down at the ground in embarrassment, his lips curled into a nervous smile.

“Wow, I did not see that coming!” exclaimed Y/N, giggling at the couple.

“Okay…next question,” Scott replied, anxious to move onto someone else’s embarrassing stories.

“No no, this is a fun topic. Any other fun places you guys have hooked up in that you want to tell us about?” insisted Isaac, grinning widely, evidently proud of his drinking game skills.

“It’s no Hale House hookup,” declared Lydia as she took a sip of her beer, her eyes widening in shock when Allison sent her an aggravated look, shaking her head repeatedly.

“What now?”

“You did it in the Hale House?” Y/N shrieked.

“Isaac, I had no idea you were such a freak in the sheets,” Stiles mocked, his mischievous grin sending the group into a fit of laughter.

“I can’t believe you just said that, Lyds.”

“Well to be fair, you did expose Y/N.”

“Yeah see, Ali, karmically, it evens out.”

“Fine, I forgive you.”

“I still can’t believe you two hooked up in those ruins. Weren’t you afraid of- I don’t know…dying?” asked Stiles.

“We all do crazy things when we’re in the moment.”

“Okay, but come on, creepy house sex?”

“Guys, leave them alone,” Kira said, giggling at the sight of Allison’s reddening cheeks.

“I don’t know, I’m finding this pretty entertaining,” Y/N happily replied, beaming as she watched her friend squirm.

“Oh yeah? Well what about you Y/N? Anything you want to tell us?” asked Isaac, grinning slyly from ear to ear.

Y/N’s heart stopped mid-beat, a knot tying in her stomach as everyone’s eyes turned to her. Suddenly the air around her seemed cooler than before, and she couldn’t help but feel trapped under her friends’ curious gazes, waiting for her to answer the not-so innocent question.

“I, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said timidly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“So, you didn’t hook up with someone at Danny’s party?”

“What?” exclaimed Scott, almost spitting out his drink. “At the rave?”

“Ali, what the hell?” Y/N hissed, her brows furrowed in confusion and disappointment.

“I didn’t say anything! Honestly. How did you know that?” the brunette demanded, turning her head in Isaac’s direction.

“I saw the hickeys at school on Monday, so I assumed. Was I wrong?” the boy replied, sending Y/N a look.

“It wasn’t a hook up! And anyway, it didn’t mean anything. It was just some random guy and I was drunk. End of story,” Y/N gruffly declared before downing the rest of her beer with a noisy gulp.

She sent Stiles a glance, hoping to see some kind of reaction. Whether he seemed shocked or embarrassed, it didn’t actually matter. All she wanted was something, anything to finally piece together that eventful but blurry Halloween and leave it be. Only, her heart sank when her eyes rested on an impassive face, Stiles’ expression utterly unreadable, blank as a white sheet of paper. Either it truly had not been him, or he didn’t care, and for some unknown reason, both possibilities were painful to think about.

“Still, it’s pretty adventurous, especially coming from you!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked, eyes wide with shock.

“Well, it was your first kiss wasn’t it?” Lydia inquired gently.

Y/N eyes glazed over the curious faces watching her closely, and she felt her throat close, the air suddenly thick and difficult to breathe in. She looked down at the frozen ground beneath her as she clutched the blanket wrapped around her body, and she spoke again, her voice timid and unstable.

“I guess so. But, like I said, it’s really not that big a deal.”

A few seconds of silence passed before Allison finally broke the uncomfortable void, clapping her hands together, snapping everyone out of their daze.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!”

Y/N sent her a grateful glance and smiled widely, the emptiness in her stomach swiftly grabbing her attention.

“Yes! Let’s eat.”

The group laughed and talked, their voices echoing throughout the clearing in the night, their shadows dancing playfully in the deep hues of orange and red emitted from the flames before them. Chocolate marks leftover from smores were licked off of fingers and light beer and coke was swallowed effortlessly. Soon the evening quieted down and groups formed, peaceful conversations spoken in soft voices overlapping and mixing with the warm crackles of the fire, alive and breathing.

Y/N laughed with Lydia as she sipped on her drink, her eyes occasionally crossing Stiles’ gaze. He seemed tired but still he grinned at Scott, their chuckles as warm as the bonfire. Slowly, she shifted closer to him, her fingers turning blue from the cold hidden away in the front pocket of her big hoodie. The boy smiled softly at her before letting his eyes revert back to the ground, his hands fidgeting with a twig. She watched his movements in silence as she thought about what to say.

Scott had his back turned to Stiles now, whispering sweet nothings in Kira’s ears, making her giggle sweetly whilst Isaac, Allison, and Lydia talked about past parties and marvelous memories. For a moment, it seemed like the only people there were Stiles and herself, comfortably sitting next to each other without speaking, yet at peace.

Finally, she spoke.

“We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” she began, her eyes gazing deep into the flames before her. “But I want you to know I would never judge you for something like that. I don’t- I don’t know what you think went through my head back there but, it was nothing…bad.”

Her words were met with silence and she bit her lip, wondering if he was ever going to answer.

He wasn’t.

She nodded to herself and took a deep breath, the combined scent of earthy woods and fire filling her nostrils.

“I don’t judge you because I have them too,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly.

She saw him turn to her out of the corner of her eye, but refused to meet his gaze, keeping her own cautiously fixated on the bonfire.

“My family moves around a lot, so…meeting new people, having to start fresh in new schools all the time, it was just really hard. I’d get very anxious and I started having panic attacks. They’d happen in class, at home, in bed, anywhere really. I tried to hide them from my parents but eventually my teacher called my dad one day and told him I’d been skipping class- which I wasn’t. It was just that every time I’d get to school, my heart would start beating so fast and I’d have trouble breathing so I’d hide out in the girl’s bathroom and wait ‘till it calmed down.”

Y/N kept talking, feeling the weight she had carried for so long slowly lift itself from her weary shoulders, relief spreading across her body.

“So…my parents confronted me and I told them about it all, the panic attacks and how anxious I felt, and the missed classes. All of it. It was a good thing cause they knew, so I didn’t have to hide it anymore, but- they didn’t know how to help and eventually the panic attacks got worse. We moved to another town for my mom’s job and that’s when it got really bad. I wasn’t able to sleep or eat, I felt numb and tired and I didn’t even know why.

“I was just constantly struggling and it felt like I was never gonna feel normal ever again. And then…we moved to Beacon Hills and I met you guys, and I don’t know why it was so different but I don’t feel as anxious when I’m with you. I feel good. And I haven’t felt that way in a long time,” she finally said, her heart beating at a hundred miles an hour.

For the first time in her life, she had willingly told a friend about that darker side of her, the one she was so ashamed of, the one she had always taught herself to hide away from anyone else. It was terrifying beyond belief, but it was so alleviating.

Again, Y/N waited patiently for a response, for anything but the cold silence she had gotten used to expecting from him. And finally, after what seemed like a terrifying eternity, it came.

“My mom died from something called frontotemporal dementia when I was 9. It’s a brain disease that has no cure,” Stiles muttered, his hands still fidgeting with the twig, his long fingers shaking slightly, though Y/N couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or something else.

“I had no idea.”

“Yeah, I don’t really talk about it, not even with Scott. Everyone knows about it, I just- yeah.”

Y/N finally met his gaze, sending him a gentle smile of encouragement and his amber eyes bore into hers, as if searching for something in her beautiful irises.

“As a kid, I’d get really bad nightmares because of it. Night terrors, stuff like that. And then I started getting panic attacks too. When I wasn’t sleeping, I was a mess and when I finally did sleep, it was more of the same,” he continued, his voice wavering with emotion as he tried to keep his cool.

“That’s intense.”

“Yeah,” he laughed dryly, “intense is one way to describe it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

“Probably for the same reason as you,” he replied with a lopsided smile.

“Touché.” Y/N chuckled softly and Stiles did too.

He then paused, looking down at his dirty sneakers covered In dirt and dark ash.

“It’s not something I’m proud of- and on some level, I wish you hadn’t seen me like that.”

Y/N frowned, her brows furrowing deeply as she pursed her lips, perplexed.

“Why though?”

Stiles looked up at her, his expression serious and unphased, his gaze so intense the world around her faded with his answer.

“I didn’t want you to think that I’m weak,” he said in earnest, his voice steady with candor.

Y/N’s heart tore a little, his words revealing yet another part of him she hadn’t seen before. He was insecure. And she had had no idea.

You think you know someone, but you won’t truly know that person until they bring down their walls and reveal themselves fully to you. This is precisely why amor works so steadily, slowly creeping up your body and wrapping itself around you, inch by inch. It grows with every facet you uncover, it matures with every conversation, every laugh, every secret. Amor isn’t sudden and superficial. It is the most tantalizing and intrusive thing that will ever enter your life, and it will hijack your entire system, turning you into a slave unaware of his or her condition.

Right then, amor grew a little more.

“Stiles, I could never think that. Hey,” she said, placing her hand on his knee, the boy’s world magically shattering at the sudden and unpredictable gesture.

“You are strong and you’re resilient and I will never judge you- because I care about you,” Y/N declared steadily, her eyes piercing through his. He watched her closely, as though he was trying to catch her in a lie, but she wasn’t lying. She meant every word and this fact sent him into a whirlwind of emotions that he couldn’t even begin to describe, not even if he tried.

“I care about you,” he replied earnestly, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Obviously,” Y/N teased, removing her hand from her friend’s knee and curling it into a ball before shoving it back under her blanket, the cold air meeting her skin in a harsh embrace.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let that get to your head.”

“Pshh.”

Finally, late in the night, the pack members got up and packed their things, shoving the blankets and rubbish back in their bags before throwing water onto the firepit they had created for themselves. The group slowly walked out of the clearing, following the path back towards the road, chatter still illuminating the late night air. Scott and Isaac playfully howled together in unison, walking ahead of the group, as Kira, Lydia, and Allison followed, discussing the evening and the beautiful memories they had created together.

Behind them strolled Stiles, with his hands in his pocket, and Y/N, slowly walking alongside her bicycle, the pair chatting peacefully as the night came to an end.

“Hey, before we go home, I just want to say this,” Stiles said, stopping in his tracks, turning around to face Y/N. She looked at him curiously, wondering what was so urgent for him to tell her.

“I’m all ears,” she replied, grinning at him.

“I didn’t say it before, and I should’ve. Thank you for helping me that day. I’m sorry I didn’t thank you sooner, and I’m sorry I didn’t reach out.”

“Sti, you don’t have to apo-“

“-But I do. You didn’t deserve it,” he said decisively, cutting her off.

Y/N’s eyes bore into his, the grin etched on her lips turning into a tender smile.

“I appreciate you saying that. But Stiles, I meant what I said. I will always be looking out for you. So, if it happens again, or if you ever need to talk, please, remember that I’m here,” she insisted.

Stiles’ expression softened at her words.

“I know you have those moments too, and I want you to know- I…”

“Yeah?”

“I-“

“-Guys! You coming or what?” Their friends’ loud voices knocked both Y/N and Stiles out of the moment, the pair snapping their heads towards the pack already many feet away.

“We should probably catch up with them,” Y/N said, slightly disappointed Stiles hadn’t been able to finish his sentence, her mind racing with intrusive thoughts she desperately tried to ignore as he nodded at her, his lips pursing.

At the end of the path, when they had finally found the road, the friends exchanged tight hugs and last goodbyes, their smiles wide and their hearts swollen with affection. The evening had been wonderful, and the memories they had created would never leave their minds, too exciting and remarkable to ever be put to rest.

Stiles walked over to Y/N and wrapped his long arms around her, his nose breathing in her peach-scented shampoo as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Y/N felt his heart thunder against her chest and for a split second, time stopped again. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body and the smell of leather mixed with firewood, inhaling deeply against him. Eventually, they left each other’s embrace with a soft smile and the group parted ways, each member heading home in the cool winter air.

As Y/N was about to start riding, she felt her pocket vibrate against her stomach, her hand reaching for her phone instantaneously. Her eyes focused on the bright blue light of her phone screen and she felt her heart leap in her chest at the sight of the captivating words she had just received.

Stiles: what I was gonna say was

Stiles: I will always be there for you

Stiles: get home safe

She smiled widely, colour flooding her cheeks as she reread the texts, her mind unable to focus on anything other than Stiles. Amor had won again.

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prettypinklass · 4 years ago

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I might start posting oneshots on here, like this one. Maybe.

The Queen's Songstress, the Songstress's Queen

Author: Pink

Word Count: 2513

Warnings/Notes: Fluff, Petra Works too Hard, orphans, Dagda OC, implied/mentioned racism, implied homophobia

Prompt: Paired Endings (Intertwined Destinies event from the Fire Emblem Amino)

~♡~

When she had first returned to Brigid, she had acted as a translator for her friend, who despite pleading to join her, knew nothing of the language.

Now, years later, Dorothea could speak the common language of Brigid as easily as she could Fodlan's.

"It's because you're such a good teacher, Petra," she teased, after Petra had praised her skills.

Despite her grandfather's approval, the people of Brigid had been skeptical of their marriage at first. Dorothea's Fodlanese heritage didn't help. Nonetheless, they didn't argue. Their new queen was happy, and that was what mattered.

Now, years later, the people praised them as one of the best pairs of rulers they had.

Queen Petra worked tirelessly to improve their relationship with Fodlan after declaring independence. Her wife, the Lady Dorothea, used her connections with the Opera to help. It was hard work, but they succeeded eventually.

Now, Petra lived her life working tirelessly to help her citizens. Everyday she could be found holding public hearings to address their problems, or in her room, signing paperwork, and on some occasions in a meeting, dealing with the other nobles. It was tiring work, but she would endure it for her kingdom.

Dorothea had built an Opera house in the capital city of Brigid, after extensively studying the nature of Brigid's fine arts and music. She ran the place on her own, wrote their plays, and held weekly singing practices that were open to all, where people could gather and and sing together. Her troupe became famous throughout not only Brigid, but Fodlan as well, eventually even receiving audiences from Dagda and Almyra.

Today in particular had been a hard day.

The queen had visitors not only from Fodlan, but from Almyra and Dagda as well. The meeting had been… tiring, to say the least. Seeing an old classmate again after so long on strictly professional terms had been… difficult, the man from Almyra was beefy, and loud, which was a stark contrast to the noble from Dadga, who was posh and professional.

Petra had collapsed into her desk chair after the meeting.

Dorothea had been laying on their bed, humming. Her day had been rough as well, having to deal not only with racist participants in the day's open singing practice, but also guide visitors from the foreign countries in the song. Though she had seen one familiar face, it had still been… difficult.

She jumped up when Petra entered though, before her face fell. The queen had sat down at her desk, and immediately reached for her paperwork.

"Petra…" the singer stood up with a small sigh, walking over, "Come on, you need to get some rest."

"I don't have time for rest," Petra replied, "I must get this work done…"

"Love, you're exhausted…" Dorothea sighed, resting her hands on the queens shoulders and beginning to rub slowly, "Why don't you take a break? Let me sing for you."

She hesitated, "Are… you sure? I must get this paperwork done…"

"You can do it later," the songstress insisted, "Take a break, love. You need one."

Petra frowned at her, shifting to face her wife. Dorothea smiled reassuringly at her, and smiled wider when the queen began to relax, "I have a day off tomorrow…"

"You can finish the paperwork first thing tomorrow, and then we can go out together."

It was quiet for a moment.

Petra sighed, and stood up as she gave in, "Okay… Will you sing for me, Thea?"

"Of course," Dorothea smiled even brighter in response, and pulled her wife over to the bed. The two laid next to each other, as she hummed softly.

"What song would you like me to sing?"

"No preference."

"Hmm… okay," Dorothea sat up, and began humming. The humming went on for a few moments, changing pitch and tune to match a song, and then…

"Reach for my hand," she began to sing softly, "I'll soar away. Into the dawn, oh, I wish I could stay."

Petra rolled over and smiled at her.

"In cherished halls, in peaceful days, I fear the edge of dawn… knowing time betrays."

Her voice was soft, soothing, and before long… the queen had fallen asleep.

And when she had finished the song, as she was never one to leave something half done, Dorothea fell asleep too.

~♡~

As promised, Petra finished her paperwork early, and Dorothea had dragged her off to see the town shortly afterward.

People waved as they passed by, and the pair waved back happily. Brigid's capital really was a lively and friendly place.

Just after noon had come, Dorothea brought her wife to the opera house. There was a public singing session today, and even half an hour before it started, people were beginning to gather.

A certain indigo haired woman was there already, looking around. Dorothea smiled.

"Shamir!"

Shamir looked up, and grinned, "Well well. We meet again, kid. Your Majesty," she bowed to Petra, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Petra fumbled for words. She still wasn't the best at Fodlanese…

"This day- er, Today, is my free day. I am not having work to do."

"Lucky you," Shamir replied, "It's good to see you both again."

"Am I assuming you came with the Dagda noble?" Petra asked.

"Fodlan actually," she shrugged, "Mercenary life gets me plenty of jobs. Just so happened I was in town, and the lord was looking for a suitable guard."

"Interesting," the queen hummed.

"Are you here for choir?" Dorothea asked, tilting her head to the side with a happy smile.

"I guess so. Lord Aegir wanted to come and I'm kind of obligated to follow him everywhere unless he specifically says so," Shamir shrugged, "He's talking to some of the singers, along with that guy from Almyra. Nader or something."

"You didn't tell me Ferdie was the visiting noble!" Dorothea turned to pout at Petra.

"It never came up," Petra admitted, laughing a little.

"Anyway, I'm going to go find something to do… singing isn't my thing."

"You joined yesterday," Dorothea blinked at Shamir.

"I was exploring town and got caught up in it somehow," Shamir sighed, "Lord Aegir's over there if you want to talk to him."

"Alright then… bye!" The songstress waved. Petra waved as well.

The pair turned, and walked over to the ginger haired noble.

"Ferdie!"

Ferdinand turned, and broke into a huge smile, "Dorothea! The ugly maiden!"

Everyone paused to stare at him.

Someone in the back began snickering.

"Uhh…"

"Ferdie," Dorothea frowned, "Um… Do you know what 'aklos' means Brigid?"

"Why, I was told it meant lovely!" Ferdinand replied, smiling brightly, "Impressive, right?"

Dorothea began giggling, as Petra sighed.

"Ah, Ferdinand… The Brigidian word for 'lovely', is 'akLAS'. Aklos is our word for ugly."

The noble blinked.

His face turned pink.

"B-by the goddess! Please, accept my sincerest apologies!" He bowed, "I have been tricked it seems…"

"Don't worry about it," Dorothea laughed, "Are you here for choir?"

"Why yes! I heard from Manuela that you run your own opera house here! She misses you by the way, and is hoping to one day collaborate with your opera."

"Oh, I would love to! I'll have to send a letter to her!" Dorothea exclaimed happily, "Thank you Ferdie!"

"But of course! It is my duty to assist!"

One of the actresses, a young woman, called over, "Miss Dorothea! We're ready to begin!"

"Oh! That's my cue," Dorothea smiled, and giggled slightly, "Have fun Love," she pecked Petra on the cheek, and waved at Ferdinand, before running up to join the singers at the podium.

Choir was always a joy for Petra to attend. Not only did she get to hear her wife's beautiful voice, but the act made her feel… closer to others, not only to her Dorothea, but to her citizens as well. The same citizens loved it when she would join them as well.

Ferdinand sang loudly, and he sounded well enough. Nader on the other hand, sounded like a dying bird. The look Dorothea gave him at the end of the first song would've scared the pants off of even the most fiercest soldier.

He ended up being asked to sing... quietly, so that the others could be heard over him.

Even Shamir participated, though at the request of Ferdinand. She seemed to enjoy herself though, if only for one song.

It seemed like only a few minutes later when choir ended, though it had been at least an hour.

"You were great Petra!" The songstress quickly began gushing, "Even better than before!"

"You're making me blush Thea," Petra laughed in embarrassment, "You sounded much better than I did."

"Even so," she giggled, "Well, what would you like to do now?"

"Why don't we visit the orphanage?"

"Sounds like a wonderful idea," Dorothea replied, "Let's head there now, and then we can be home in time for dinner."

"Right," the queen nodded, and after saying goodbye to Ferdinand and Shamir, they began walking to the orphanage.

~♡~

The orphanage was as lively as ever.

Though the place was small, and the only residents were a few children and their caretaker, it was always lively. The children were often running around and playing together, making noise and sometimes causing chaos. The 4 of them were quite the handful for their caretaker, but they managed.

A jingle sounded as they entered.

"Just a moment!" Came a call from the back. A few seconds later, the caretaker appeared, carrying a box.

"Oh!" She gasped, "Your Majesty, Lady Dorothea! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Hello Chey," Petra smiled, "We came to visit."

"The children were just wondering when they would be able to see you again," Chey laughed, smiling, "Children! You have a visitor!"

Light footsteps were heard immediately. The quick pitter patter of small feet echoed in the building, as a group came tumbling out of the bedrooms.

First came Fiona, a 7 year old. She was quickly followed by the 8 year old, Darrell, who stumbled and tripped onto her. Fiona squealed.

Lily came next, the oldest at age 11, "Hey! Be careful, I'm holding Harry!"

Harry let out a "Bubba!" and burst into giggles. He was the youngest of the four, being just barely a year in age. Fiona and Darrell fumed at each other.

"Now now,' Chey frowned, walking over to them, "Don't get into a fight. Look who came to visit!"

"Kween Petwa! Dorufea!' Harry babbled excitedly, "Petwa and Dorufea! Yay!"

"Q-Queen Petra! Lady Dorothea!" Lily gasped, and did a quick bow still holding the toddler, "It's a pleasure to see you again!"

"Petra! Dorothea! Hi!' Fiona brightened up quickly and waved.

"Idiot, it's QUEEN Petra and LADY Dorothea! Don't forget your manners!" Darrell hissed at her.

"What do titles matter?" She crossed her arms with a huff.

"A lot!"

"How?"

"Because-"

"That's enough," Chey sighed, "No fighting. Apologize to Her Majesty and Lady Dorothea."

The pair glared at each other. She nudged them.

Darrell was first.

"I'm sorry Queen Petra, Lady Dorothea…"

"Sorry…" Fiona mumbled quickly just after him.

Harry babbled something that nobody understood. Dorothea laughed, and took him from Lily. He squealed happily, and pulled her hair. She winced, but laughed.

"Your apology is accepted, little ones," Petra knelt down to smile at Fiona and Darrell, "It is a pleasure to see you again."

The two smiled brightly at her in response.

"What do you say?" Chey prompted.

"Thank you Queen Petra!" The two chorused, before running off into the back playfully shoving each other.

"Ah…" the caretaker watched them run off, "I'll have to scold them later… I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Dorothea laughed, "You seem to be handling them well."

"Ah, well… I'm not quite sure how I ended up with four of them. I picked up Lily off the streets and since then… Well I haven't been able to say no to them like that," the caretaker laughed softly, "Will you be staying for a visit your Majesty? Lady Dorothea?"

"Please?" Lily added with a smile.

Harry babbled and giggled happily.

"I'm sure we can stay for a little bit," Petra nodded.

"Of course," Dorothea smiled brightly, "It would be a pleasure."

Lily cheered, and Harry babbled. The royal pair followed her into the backroom with a laugh.

~♡~

The meeting room was silent.

Dorothea suppressed a sigh. Shamir glanced at her from across the room.

"...and that is why I believe we should cut off trade entirely. I don't mean to be accusing, but recent affairs have proven my suspicions."

The noble from Dagda would not shut up. He kept going on and on about how Fodlan's recent battles proved them unstable, and their rocky relationship with surrounding areas didn't help.

"Lord Hanth, please," Ferdinand sighed, "I can assure you with 100% positivity that Fodlan is unified in all ways. I ask that you please refrain from this incessant blabbering about us being unstable, when it is not backed up by factual evidence."

Hanth scowled, "Of course you would say that, Lord Aegir. You're FROM Fodlan-"

Petra sighed, "Lord Hanth, with all due respect, I can fully support Lord Aegir's claims as witness. Dorothea and I were present for the unification of Fodlan."

"That is not the only issue!" Hanth snapped, "Her, for example!" He pointed at Shamir, "Why is a citizen of Dagda-"

"I'm from Dagda, yeah," Shamir crossed her arms, "I came to Fodlan as a mercenary. Lord Aegir hired me."

Ferdinand raised an eyebrow at the Dadga lord.

"We were invaded once-"

"You started that fight," Dorothea pointed out.

He scowled, "I refuse to do trade until both Fodlan and Brigid have proven their stability. With that, I believe this meeting is over."

He turned and stomped out.

"...Geez," Nader sighed, "What a guy."

Dorothea jumped. She had forgotten about the Almyran general.

"General Nader, thoughts?" Petra looked over.

"I got no problem with trade, long as Fodlan doesn't interfere with our merchants," the general shrugged, "Might have to double check with the king on that though."

"I see. In that case, do what you must," she nodded.

"...Shamir, are all the nobles from Dagda like that?" Ferdinand asked.

"Dunno," Shamir shrugged, "I haven't been there in years."

"Well," Dorothea sighed, "I suppose not trading with Dagda isn't too much of a loss…"

"I am sure we can manage," Petra nodded, "Ferdinand? Are you confirming a trade with Brigid?"

"But of course!" Ferdinand smiled, "And I hope we can establish trade with Almyra as well!"

"Hah! Sounds good!" Nader laughed.

"Shall we shake on it then?" The nobleman asked.

"Yes," Petra nodded, and held out her hand. She shook with Ferdinand, then Nader, and then the two shook hands with each other.

It was agreed.

Ruling a country that once was a vassal to another wasn't easy. Especially not when there were relationships she had to repair with other kingdoms, but maybe… just maybe, she could do it.

As long as she had Dorothea, the person whom she is said to have loved the most, standing at her side.

~♡~

#LOOK THESE TWO ARE SUPER FCKING CUTE #fluff #petrathea #doropetra #dorothea arnault #petra macneary #fire emblem #fe3h #three houses #fire emblem three houses #Petra works too hard #writing #writing prompt #FE amino #dagda #implied/mentioned racism #implied homophobia #don't worry it's barely mentioned

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subbyboymax · 4 years ago

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I want to ask you all of them 🙈🙈

So why won’t you ask all of them? Huh anon?

Jk I love you whoever you are. As requested:

1. Zodiac sign

Taurus. I don’t really pay much attention to zodiac stuff but I’ve heard from friends that I fit the stereotypes somewhat.

2. Sexual orientation

This is hard because I’m kinda questioning atm, but I would say I like women and identify as NB using male pronouns which I personally feel is accurate to me, but I still am unsure myself what that actually means. I am still figuring myself out.

3. Relationship status

Single and honestly looking. I’ve had one girlfriend in high school and I’ve had romantic interests since but I have such low self confidence that I end up being too nervous to really pursue a relationship.

4. Someone you miss

My friend Rebekah. I miss her a lot. She’s like a sister to me.

5. Person who’s arms you’d like to be in

Hmmmmmmmmm... anyone really...

6. What you find attractive in Men/Women?

Typically I find personality attractive and looks don’t really matter, but usually someone’s smile and eyes draw my attention the most.

7. How tall are you?

5’7 or ~170cm but I wish I was more smol.

8. What you love about yourself?

Already answered

9. What you’re doing tomorrow?

I’m probably going to exercise and play games with my gaming clan.

10. What are your future plans?

My goal is to become an electrician, but I also want to go to various Asian countries and try to improve my Asian cooking by studying the food culture all over east asia.

11. Your last night out in detail?

Oh god I don’t even remember the last time I was out at night... I guess it was last year when I had my heart broken and I went to a really nice bar and spent $200 on alcohol and was GONE. Never again. Ended up being hung over for the first time in my life.

12. Your favorite book?

Hmm... favorite book(s) would have to be the Ranger’s Apprentice series of books. Good story, good characters.

13. All of pets you’ve ever had?

I’ve had so many pets I could make a whole post about them and may do that later.

14. Something that changed your life?

Unfortunately too many things have happened to change my life more than I would like. I still can’t really answer this question fully.

15. Do you remember your last dream?

I was basically playing a game that turned out to be an isekai and I basically had a SMG and had to fight off a dragon. Shit was weird but very vivid. It’s weird because I don’t particularly like guns or dangerous stuff in general.

16. What your last text message says?

“Keep me posted! We should meet up and have a toast to it!” was sent to my friend Renè, who has been my best friend since birth pretty much. Our parents were close while they were pregnant with us and we are practically brothers. He’s getting a house near where I live and we will live in the same state for the first time since we were 8 years old. Obviously we will social distance but we still had to celebrate and see each other to mark the occasion.

17. Do you respect your government and the way your country is run?

Absolutely not. Please vote biden if you live in the US. Even if you hate the idea of voting for biden, he’s better than trump. If hillary had won, she would have been putting her third justice on the supreme court. Biden is the only chance for our freedom and for the freedom of many people. I am terrified of 4 more years of trump.

18. Where you would like to live?

South Florida, where I was born.

19. Your favorite flavor of ice cream?

Depends on my mood, but typically strawberry.

20. Last thing you ate?

Pizza that was left over from last night.

21. Which swear word do you use the most?

Fuck. Like I use it so much it’s stupid.

22. Your plans for summer?

Heh... plans...

23. Any upcoming concerts?

Bruh if only. Like I work as an usher and as a stagehand, so if any concerts were happening at all I would JUMP for joy. And I am CHONK so jumping is not exactly the most comfortable thing to do.

24. Something that you’re proud of?

That I am finally committing to getting therapy for my long list of traumas.

25. Do you still talk to your first crush?

I wish I could, but she’s not part of my life anymore, sadly. She was a good friend.

26. What language do you want to learn?

Japanese, because I really have a strong interest in their history and culture and want to go sightseeing there someday.

27. Where have you lived before?

Ft. Lauderdale, Florida and St. Louis, Missouri.

28. Eye color?

I think it’s green or something but it changes depending on the light because it’s sometimes more silvery idk.

29. Favorite style of clothing?

Traditional Japanese formal wear. It’s always been an interest of mine.

30. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

All of one minute to throw on an outfit and get socks on. I wish I had an eye for fashion but hopefully if I ever have a partner, they will help me with my style choices a bit lol.

31. Where did you go today?

Nowhere, because pandemic lmao.

32. Where are you right now?

In my room wishing I could have cuddles.

33. How many countries have you visited?

None because money is not exactly a thing we have an abundance of.

34. Something old?

What does this mean? I guess I have my great grandfather’s old stamp collection.

35. Something new?

Hell if I know, I’ve had nothing new in months.

36. Something inherited?

My laptop.

37. Is death more scary than life?

Hell no. Death is easy. Life is scary and overwhelming but it’s worth living the life you have. You only lose out on life by dying before your time. You gain nothing in death, despite it being less scary and uncertain than living is. Keep living to experience everything you can and have no regrets once you do pass on.

38. Experience you’ll never forget?

The time my high school crush complimented my hair in physics class. I get very few compliments and I never feel that attractive so I hardly focus on my appearance but I had brushed my hair that day and the fact she commented on it made me smile very wide.

39. What’s your favorite part about today so far?

Honestly today has sucked and I have been dealing with depression but I am trying to stay positive. Hopefully the answer to this question changes later today!

40. Who is your hero?

My Great-Grandmother. She was part of my life until I was 17 and she taught me that kindness and compassion is the most important trait for a human to have. She was the most amazing woman I have ever met in my life.

41. Are you happy with where you live?

I love this house, but it’s definitely not perfect and I would love to have my own place someday.

42. Do you like your handwriting?

Ew no it looks like alien language. It’s so bad. I can barely read my own writing.

43. What do you wear to bed?

Typically just underwear, or in the winter I will wear a T-shirt and fleecy pants.

44. Tea or coffee?

Tea

45. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate hands down. It’s such a varied flavor imo.

46. Are you excited for anything?

Being okay someday.

47. How late did you stay up last night and why?

Midnight because sleep is hard.

48. What’s your ringtone?

I’m boring and keep my phone on vibrate so no ringtone.

49. Did you have a dream last night?

Yes, I said it earlier.

50. What keeps you going each day?

Honestly no fucking idea lmao.

51. Picture of yourself?

You’ll have to DM me for that one, friendo. Anons get no face pics!

Also for the other people who sent in asks, I saw them, but I figured I could just use this ask to consolidate and not spam posts. Thank all of you for sending in asks, you are the best <3

#Asks #Thank you anon

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feverishbangtan · 5 years ago

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bad, worse, the worst

This is it. This is the long ass fic I've been working on. Read tags for warnings and information so you don’t get confused bc this is an AU fic.

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Taehyung just wanted to film the boyfriend tag. Jungkook didn’t have to get so sick to have an excuse not to film it.

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Taehyung

Word Count: 10672

TW: hospital, emeto

"Jungkookie~..." Taehyung whispers sweetly, pouring all of his charms into the name.

He wraps his arms around Jungkook's shoulders, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and nuzzling his nose into the youngers neck.

"Hm?" Jungkook hums, although it sounds a little congested because of his blocked nose.

Jungkook pulls away from Taehyung's embrace, coughing into the crook of his elbow and rubbing his nose with the back of his hand as it starts itching.

"Can we film the boyfriend tag tomorrow afternoon?" Taehyung asks cutely, quickly continuing, "Pleaseeee~ my fans are getting impatient, they keep asking about it! And you promised you'd do it! Please, Jungkookie!"

Jungkook hasn’t been officially introduced to Taehyung's fans, yet. Partially because Taehyung wasn’t sure if he wanted to introduce him at all. He saw how fans pried into other’s relationships after they showed themselves. It happened to others; it happened to his friends. And he didn’t want that for himself and his relationship. Jungkook is a very private person as it is, and Taehyung didn’t want to push that by having people stick their nose into their relationship and possibly ruin it.

But his fans kept asking; begging for him to do the infamous boyfriend tag. They wanted to get to know the man that made their Taehyung so happy. They were curious and the occasional pictures Taehyung posted of them weren’t enough to satisfy them; nor were Jungkook's unexpected accidental appearances in the background of Taehyung's videos now and then.

Actually, that was how they found out about them. Taehyung and Jungkook had just moved in together when the older did a live stream to show their new home. Jungkook wasn’t aware of it and barged into the kitchen to prepare himself some food; wet haired and still shirtless from just having taken a shower. Needless to say that the viewers freaked out about the half-naked man in the background. Taehyung had told them that’s his lovely boyfriend and at that point, Jungkook had realized what was going on. Taehyung had never seen him run that fast in his life ever again.

"I don’t know Tae... I know I promised but- I don’t know..." Jungkook pouts as he thinks of the right words to say. A little frustrated, he runs his fingers through his long hair, pushing it back.

He sniffles a few times before finally grabbing a tissue from the box on the coffee table to blow his nose. Jungkook caught a cold only a few days prior, but he is already annoyed with how it either made his nose runny or blocked it completely.

"It’s just this one video, baby. Please? You promised you'd do it." Now Taehyung is the one pouting, looking at his boyfriend with sad puppy dog eyes.

Jungkook chuckles at how cute Taehyung is but it turns into a soft cough.

"I can't show myself to your fans like this. I look like Rudolph! Let's do it another time." The younger tries to negotiate, voice cracking halfway through the first sentence because of how sore his throat is. And as if to emphasize his statement, Jungkook sneezes into the tissue, his nose red from rubbing it raw.

Taehyung sighs in defeat but nods anyway, a gentle smile on his lips as he leans forward to cup his boyfriend's face and place a light kiss on his nose.

They cuddle on the couch for a while longer, watching the drama Taehyung chose. When Jungkook starts to nod off every few seconds, they decide to head to bed.

"Are you sure you want to go to work tomorrow? You're sick and you should rest, Koo." Taehyung questions as he wraps his long limbs around the younger, who insists on going to the gym he works at tomorrow.

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Now, let's sleep."

—

Jungkook started working at a gym close to their apartment while he was studying. So when he graduated six months ago he continued working there, even increasing work hours because he enjoys it so much.

"You look like death, kid. Should've stayed home today." Namjoon, one of the personal trainers at the gym, says as soon as Jungkook enters the staff’s locker room.

"Good morning to you, too, hyung." He croaks, his voice so hoarse it is almost gone.

Namjoon frowns, "Sound like it, too. Seriously, you should've just called in sick. We're over staffed this week anyway so it would’ve been fine."

"I'm okay, hyung. I'll manage a few hours." Jungkook assures as he changes into his gym clothes and ties up his hair.

"Hmm." Namjoon doesn’t sound convinced at all but he knows that arguing is pointless, "Don't get our clients sick, kid."

Namjoon ruffles Jungkook's hair on his way out, frowning at the heat he can feel. He stops to look at his colleague again, ready to ask if he really is fine enough to work.

But Jungkook speaks up before he can say anything, "Seriously, hyung. I'm fine. Now go!"

The older sighs but leaves the locker room, promising himself to check up on his colleague and friend as often as possible. If necessary, he would drag his ass home himself.

Jungkook survived the day at the gym. Luckily, it wasn’t a busy one but he is still exhausted and out of breath when he finally returns home.

His head is pounding and his nose is runny so he has to blow it every other minute, even though it seems to be pointless.

With a tired groan, Jungkook lets himself fall on the comfortable couch. His body feels achy from the workout, or maybe it is from the fever he developed during work. Either way, he grants his heavy body a few minutes of rest, closing his eyes as he curls up on the sofa.

Taehyung arrives home about an hour after Jungkook does. He spent the day at his best friend's, Jimin, preparing for the videos he wants to film with the other.

"Hellooo~! I'm back!" He announces loudly, letting his keys fall into the bowl in the hall.

There is no response but Taehyung knows his boyfriend is home because he can see his shoes and jacket in the entrance and he knows at what time he gets home after work.

"Jungkookie~? I'm home!" He tries again, slipping out of his shoes and jacket but there is still no answer.

Taehyung walks into the living space, stopping short when he finds his boyfriend asleep on the couch. He's snoring lightly, something he only does when he is sick. And he sure looks like it, face pale except for the red nose and cheeks.

Taehyung smiles softly and goes to crouch down in front of the sleeping man. He gently tucks a loose strand of hair that is falling into Jungkook's face behind his ear so it doesn’t tickle him. Taehyung brushes the back of his hand over the youngers forehead and frowns when it feels a little too warm. He makes a mental note to take Jungkook's temperature later when he is awake.

Grabbing the soft blanket from the backrest of the couch, Taehyung spreads it over his boyfriend and gently tucks him in, adjusting the pillow to make sure he is comfortable.

Jungkook letting out a few weak coughs in his sleep prompts Taehyung to prepare him some tea and maybe he'll manage to make food for them as well. Typically Jungkook is the one to cook because Taehyung isn’t a great chef at all.

A half an hour later he whipped up a decent soup. It is easy enough and something he can’t mess up too badly. Taehyung hopes it will do Jungkook good, warming him up and hopefully soothing his throat that he's been complaining about for the past few days already.

"Jungkookie. Jagiya, wake up." Taehyung is back in front of the couch, alternating between stroking his boyfriend's cheek and running his hand through his hair.

It takes some more coaxing and gentle touches but eventually, the younger wakes up with a groan. He hates waking up on normal days but it is even worse when he doesn’t feel well and just wants to sleep through it all.

Jungkook swallows, but it ends in a coughing fit because of how dry his mouth and throat are. Because of his blocked nose, he is forced to breathe through his mouth but the dryness aggravates his sore throat. The coughs are forceful and wet and Taehyung frowns at how terrible he sounds.

He gets up to bring his boyfriend a glass of water, hoping that will help. The tea he prepared right before waking the younger up is still too hot to drink.

"Here, drink a few sips to moisturize your mouth and throat." Taehyung suggests, handing Jungkook the glass.

He takes a few sips when the coughing calms down, the cool liquid feeling good as it soothes his throat.

"Thank you." Jungkook rasps hoarsely and places the glass back on the table.

Taehyung sits down next to Jungkook and pulls him into a hug.

He is a very affectionate person and loves to show it. He loves giving hugs and little pecks and holding his boyfriend's hand. Jungkook accepts it but he never initiates it, not in public. The younger is a lot more touchy and loving when they were in private but he is too shy to do it outside of the comfort of their home.

"My poor Jungkookie. You don’t feel very well, huh?" Taehyung places a soft kiss on Jungkook's temple, the warmth reminding him that he needs to take his temperature.

Jungkook doesn't respond but melts into the hug. They sit like that for a while, just holding onto each other and enjoying the other's company.

"Let's eat a little. I made soup." Taehyung murmurs into Jungkook's ear, kissing it before he gets up to get them both a bowl of the food he prepared.

First he brings Jungkook his soup and tea and then goes to get his own. The younger wraps himself up in the blanket, only his head and hands peeking out so he can eat.

"I hope it tastes good. I tried hard!" Taehyung tells him as he turns on the TV to provide some background noise so they won’t sit in complete silence.

"I'm sure it does but I wouldn’t know. I can't taste anything because my nose is blocked." Jungkook tells him with a small pout before he starts eating the soup.

When they are done, Taehyung puts the dishes away and goes to get the thermometer so he can finally take Jungkook's temperature.

"Open up!" He orders cheerily, holding the device up for his boyfriend to see.

Jungkook obeys without complaining except for that it is hard to keep it in his mouth because he can’t breathe well through his nose. The warm soup and tea loosened the congestion, so he is left with a runny nose, sniffling every few seconds.

When the thermometer beeps Taehyung pulls it out, relieved to see that it isn’t too bad. "It's a bit higher than normal but it's not bad. You'll be fine." Taehyung informs him.

"Hmm, okay." Jungkook hums nasally, "Cuddle me, though?"

Of course, Taehyung can't resist and they spend another hour cuddled up on the couch. When Taehyung notices that the younger is slowly dozing off, he shakes him gently.

"Let's go to bed, Koo." He tells him and sits up, startling Jungkook awake again in the process.

The younger is a little dazed, looking around the room confusedly before Taehyung's words seem to register with him. Taehyung stretches his hands out toward him to pull him up.

After washing up in the bathroom they are now comfortably tucked under their thick duvet, Taehyung spooning Jungkook like he always does.

"Goodnight aegi. Get well soon." The older murmurs into Jungkook’s neck, pecking it softly.

"G'night. Love you." He replies, going lax in his boyfriend's arms as he feels comfortable and warm.

—

The rest of the week passes much the same. Jungkook still goes to work every day, even though Taehyung tells him to stay at home and rest. They argued about it and Jungkook ended up promising him to come home earlier at least.

Taehyung spends most of his days at Jimin's, preparing for a Halloween makeup special that they want to film together.

Friday afternoon, Taehyung and Jungkook sit on their dining table together. Taehyung made hotpot for them. He asked his mother for the recipe and followed it accurately so he won't accidentally end up giving himself and his boyfriend food poisoning on top of his cold.

Blowing on the spoon, Taehyung glances up to see his boyfriend aimlessly moving the ingredients around in his bowl but not eating anything. Jungkook's head rests heavily in his hand and he looks exhausted.

"Are you not hungry, Koo?" Taehyung asks softly.

Jungkook lifts his head slowly, trying to stifle a cough but failing.

"Not really, 'm sorry." He apologizes, his voice so rough and hoarse it is barely audible.

Jungkook pushes the bowl away and instead places his head on the table, a pout on his lips as he sniffles a few times.

Taehyung gets up to back-hug his boyfriend, draping himself over him entirely. With his hand, he moves Jungkook's hair out of his face, then puts it on the youngers forehead.

"You feel warm Jungkookie." He notes, kissing Jungkook's neck before he pulls back.

"Go lay down on the couch while I get the thermometer. Are you in pain, do you need me to get you anything else?" Taehyung asks concerned.

Jungkook shakes his head, "No, just you."

Taehyung smiles and ruffles his boyfriend's hair gently before he leaves.

When Taehyung comes back into the living room Jungkook lays on the couch, bundled up in a blanket and he looks about ready to fall asleep.

He suddenly pitches forward with a sneeze, blindly grabbing for the tissue box on the coffee table in front of him.

Taehyung walks over to him and hands the younger a tissue before he sits down on the edge of the couch. He rubs Jungkook's back as he blows his nose, groaning when he flops back down on the sofa.

"Here, let's take your temperature." Taehyung tells him, putting the thermometer into Jungkook's mouth.

While they wait Taehyung thinks about how Jungkook only seemed to deteriorate this past week. He just caught a common cold the week before but instead of getting better his coughs are getting deeper and his fever higher.

The beeping of the thermometer pulls Taehyung out of his thoughts. Jungkook had a low-grade fever on and off all week and they didn't think much of it but the number Taehyung's seeing now takes him by surprise.

"It's pretty high, aein. 38.4°C. I'll get some fever reducers, do you need anything else?"

Taehyung stands up, looking at his boyfriend worriedly. He knows that with a fever like that he can't be feeling well.

"My head and throat really hurt..." Jungkook admits quietly. He can't speak louder than a whisper anyway, voice nearly gone at that point.

Taehyung leans down to press his lips against Jungkook's hot forehead tenderly.

"Do you want to go to bed? It's probably more comfortable than the couch and you look like you're about to fall asleep, Kookie."

Jungkook nods and slowly unwraps himself from the blanket. Taehyung helps him stand up and supports him to their bedroom. Jungkook appreciates the gesture, even though he doesn't think it's necessary.

Taehyung tucks him in so Jungkook's warm and comfortable while he goes to get the medicine.

"I'll be right back." He promises.

Along with the fever reducers , Taehyung also brings him something against the coughing when he hears Jungkook having a fit from the bathroom.

Once Jungkook takes the medicine, Taehyung slips into bed to resume his familiar big spoon position.

"Let's try to sleep, baby. Hopefully, you'll feel better tomorrow."

"Hnn, love you."

Taehyung kisses his shoulder. "Love you more."

—

Jungkook doesn’t sleep well that night.

He wakes up only about an hour after he first fell asleep, feeling incredibly achy. His whole body hurts so bad, it feels like someone is breaking his bones. Taehyung is still awake so he is quick to soothe him with loving words and gentle fingers trying to massage the aches away.

Jungkook falls asleep again but only to wake up a few hours later, coughing so hard he can barely breathe. The noise rouses Taehyung, and he helps Jungkook sit up, rubbing his back as he attempts to calm him down.

Jungkook doesn’t fall asleep easily after that. He feels too hot but when he removes the blanket, he feels too cold. He's sweating and uncomfortable.

Eventually, he drifts off to sleep again, but he wakes up several more times, either due to another coughing fit or just because his body wants to torment him, waking him up to make him feel all the aches and pains.

When Jungkook wakes up in the morning, Taehyung is already awake. He's on his phone, probably checking his social media and chatting with his fans. He immediately puts it aside when he feels Jungkook stir next to him.

"Good morning, Koo." The older greets him gently.

He turns on his side and reached out a hand to brush the long hair from Jungkook's face. The younger feels warmer than the day before. Taehyung hopes that maybe it's just the warmth from sleep.

Jungkook nuzzles into the touch, squirming a little to press his body into Taehyung's. Taehyung is warm and comfortable and safe.

The older wraps his boyfriend into a tight hug, "How do you feel?"

Taehyung can feel Jungkook shaking his head but he doesn’t answer verbally. He holds the younger for a little while longer before he decides it's time to get up. Taehyung’s stomach started growling, a clear sign of how hungry he is.

But before he goes to make breakfast, he wants to get a number on Jungkook's temperature. The thermometer is on the nightstand where he put it the night before.

"Kookie," He murmurs, rubbing his boyfriend's back, "you feel really warm. I need to take your temperature."

Jungkook is so pliant and Taehyung doesn't like it. He usually puts up a fight, refusing to have his temperature taken because he claims that he doesn’t have a fever. Nor does the younger like taking medicine. "It'll get better on its own." "My body's taking care of it already." "I don't need medicine." he says but the night before he took it willingly.

The thermometer shows that Jungkook’s fever rose overnight. He only seems to get worse and Taehyung doesn’t know how to help him. Neither of them get sick a lot and if they do, it's just the usual cold or stomach flu. But not like this, never like this.

"I'll go make breakfast, jagiya. You can just stay in bed. Because you're sick, you can eat here." Taehyung kisses the crown of Jungkook's head before he leaves to the kitchen.

He warms up leftovers from the dinner they had the night before, cooking some rice while he fills two glasses with juice and places everything on a tray once it’s done. Taehyung brings it back into their bedroom to find that Jungkook is half asleep again. He feels a little bad to wake him up because Jungkook does need a lot of rest, especially after sleeping so badly during the night.

Taehyung puts the tray on the bedside table before he carefully sits down on the edge of the bed. He cups Jungkook's cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb to rouse his sleepy boyfriend.

The younger is a little out of it; unfocused eyes trying to understand the situation. He tries to take a deep breath, but it irritates his airways, triggering a coughing fit. Jungkook sits up with Taehyung's help, the older rubbing his back in a comforting gesture.

"Here Kookie, try to drink a bit. Hopefully that helps." Taehyung offers him the glass when the coughing subsides. Instead of taking the juice, though, Jungkook plops back down on the bed, exhausted from the coughing fit.

Taehyung hates seeing his boyfriend like that. Normally, he is so full of energy and laughter. Always ready to do something and joke around. But now he is just tired and miserable, every little thing exhausting him and his whole body aching.

With a little coaxing, Tahyung gets Jungkook to sit up long enough for him to fluff the pillows so he can lean against them while they're eating breakfast. He feeds the younger small bites of rice and warmed up stew. Jungkook doesn’t eat much, but he drinks the whole glass of juice.

While Taehyung puts away the tray, he thinks a cold shower might help his boyfriend and make him feel better. He's sticky and his clothes are damp from sweating and the cold water may help with the high fever.

Jungkook isn’t very excited when Taehyung proposes the idea to him but complied nonetheless. They take the shower together, mainly so Taehyung can stay close to his poorly boyfriend and help him. He washes Jungkook’s hair for him when the younger is too achy and tired to lift his arms and do it himself, and he rubs his back as well.

The shower makes Jungkook feel a little better, even though he didn’t like how cold it was. So being wrapped up in comfortable sweats and one of Taehyung’s pullovers afterward feels a lot better.

The couple is cuddling on the couch. Jungkook rests between Tae's legs with his back against the olders chest; breathing in sync, even though Jungkooks is a little wheezy and interrupted by coughing.

Taehyung feels relaxed as he watches the TV show but tenses up when Jungkook starts to groan and squirm. The younger turns around and hugs Taehyung tightly, face pressing into his chest. Jungkook ends up falling asleep like that soon after, feeling warm and safe in his boyfriend’s arms.

Jungkook wakes up with his head pounding and his throat burning. There is a wet patch on Taehyung's T-shirt and he realizes, he must've drooled on him due to sleeping with his mouth open.

"'m sorry." He apologizes hoarsely.

Taehyung glances down at him, eyes wide in confusion. Jungkook gently taps the wet spot with his finger and Taehyung smiles at him.

"It's okay, you can't help it. You were snoring, too. You do that when you're sick and I think it's cute." He teases the younger lovingly, gently ruffling his long hair.

"You feel so warm still." Taehyung frowns, brushing the long strands from Jungkook's forehead now, "Let me get up so I can get the thermometer?"

Jungkook pushes himself into a sitting position so Taehyung can stand up. He lays back down and bundles himself up in the blanket again as soon as his boyfriend is standing.

When Taehyung comes back Jungkook doesn’t move so he settles down in front of the couch while they wait for the thermometer to read Jungkook's temperature.

"39.8°C. That's really high. Why's it still so high?" Taehyung is incredibly worried. The fever only seems to get worse and nothing he does is helping so far.

He gives Jungkook more fever reducers and puts up a reminder on his phone to check his temperature every hour.

Jungkook’s fever continues to burn, remaining high throughout the day. The younger keeps falling asleep and waking up and Taehyung stays very close to him.

Taehyung hopes things will get better but late into the afternoon, when the sun is already setting, Jungkook takes a turn for the worse.

Taehyung checks his temperature again when the younger wakes up from another restless slumber. Instead of the fever going down, it keeps rising. The thermometer showing a number surpassing the 40°C mark.

Taehyung is about ready to freak out. He knows he needs to stay calm though, panicking won’t benefit either of them.

Jungkook’s quiet voice interrupts Taehyung's frenzy thoughts. "Need to... go home now."

"What?" Taehyung's eyes widen comically. He isn’t sure if he heard him correctly. He hopes he didn’t.

"'s late. Need to leave uni now." Jungkook clarifies, but it doesn’t make things any clearer for Taehyung.

He can only watch as the younger sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Jungkook, what?" Taehyung repeats, voice a few octaves higher than normal. What the younger is saying doesn’t make any sense. He is at home and he graduated from university a half a year ago already. Taehyung doesn’t understand.

"W'rk..." Jungkook mumbles, his words slow and slurred, "When does work start?" He makes a move as if to get up but his body feels heavy, dragging him back down.

It's Saturday evening. Jungkook never worked on a Saturday evening. He's talking nonsense, and it scares Taehyung out of his mind.

Taehyung gets up to stand in front of Jungkook, hands outstretched to touch the younger but he doesn’t. Jungkook is obviously confused and delirious, he doesn’t want to scare him.

What if he doesn’t recognize me? That thought keeps running through Taehyung's mind.

"Ah! Ca'- can you tell me... how to get home?" Jungkook reaches for Taehyung’s wrist, tugging on it to get his attention. He looks up at his boyfriend with his soft doe-eyes but they are glassy and confused.

"You are home, aegi." Taehyung declares softly, hoping Jungkook will understand. That he will break out of his delirium and realize what’s going on. Tears well up in Taehyung's eyes. He's overwhelmed and scared.

"Oh." Jungkook breathes out but says nothing else. Taehyung isn’t sure if he understood.

"Jagiya... what's your name?" He inquires, voice only a shaky whisper as he tries to keep back his tears.

Jungkook seems to contemplate the question before be finally answers, but it nearly breaks Taehyung’s heart.

"I dunno y'r name...?"

"Jungkookie, what's happening?!" Fear and frustration are packed into the words and Taehyung has to stop himself from screaming and crying.

He takes a deep breath before he speaks again. "Listen," Taehyung says clearly and looks his boyfriend in the eyes to keep his attention, "What day is today?" He tries another easy question. Or at least he thinks it is an easy one but Jungkook couldn't even tell him his own name a minute ago.

Jungkook lets go of Taehyung’s wrist that he was holding all that time. The older uses the freedom of his hand to slowly pull out his phone, attention still on his delirious boyfriend. He needs help. Taehyung can’t handle this on his own.

Jungkook frowns, and the look of confusion on his face is almost cute. Almost. If only the situation was different. His answer is hesitant, "...your...birthday?"

Taehyung quickly looks at his phone so Jungkook won’t notice the tears that almost fall. "No. It’s not my birthday." He murmurs as he searches through his contacts for the person he's hoping to get help from.

Uncertainly, the older looks up once he taps the call button, waiting for the other person to pick up. "Koo-Koo... do you know who I am?"

A look of surprise, almost shock, crosses Jungkook’s face before he starts rambling. "Of course! I love you! I'm happy you’re here but my head hurts and I can’t breathe through my nose and swallowing is painful, too. And my voice sounds really weird."

"This better be important." Taehyung’s call is finally answered.

—

Seokjin can feel the vibrations of his phone in his pocket. At first, he ignores it. He carefully puts the cold sheet mask on his face, feeling instant relief.

But the vibrations don’t stop. The caller is persistent.

Without looking at the name on the display, Seokjin answers. "This better be important," he threatens lowly, "for you to be interrupting my pampering time."

Taehyung starts rambling incoherently on the other line. His voice is shaky but urgent. It's hard to understand anything he is saying. Seokjin can also hear another voice babbling in the background but tries to ignore it.

"Stop!" Seokjin interrupts. Taehyung immediately does. "Good. Now, calm down and repeat it slowly. It was impossible to understand anything."

He can hear Taehyung taking in a deep breath before he speaks up again, voice a little steadier now. "Hyung, Koo is really sick. He's delirious and I don’t know what to do. Please, I need help, Jin hyung."

"I'll be there in a few minutes." Seokjin immediately hangs up the phone and pulls the sheet mask off his face. He thinks it's a little regretful that he has to cut his self-care evening short but, even though he would never admit to it, he is platonically whipped for both Taehyung and Jungkook.

Seokjin met them a few years ago. They frequented the restaurant he used to work at almost every day for a whole week straight. They eventually became friends and have been ever since. Seokjin denies it but he would do anything for the two.

—

When Seokjin arrives at Taehyung and Jungkook's place, the latter is pretty drowsy and out of it. Taehyung is pacing around the living room nervously until Seokjin snaps at him and orders him to sit down.

"His temperature is 40.4°C. We're going to the hospital. Now!" Seokjin urges when he looks at the device in his hands. This is dangerous. He wants to scold Taehyung and tell him he should have called emergency services but the man already is a shaky mess and he doesn’t need a lecture now.

Taehyung puts a jacket on Jungkook and helps him slip into his shoes. The younger is puzzled but accepts the help without fussing.

"Are we going on a date?" Jungkook frowns but his big eyes sparkled and Taehyung could have melted right then and there.

He takes a deep breath and kisses Jungkook’s warm forehead before pulling him into him. Jungkook's face presses into Taehyung’s tummy from where he sits on the couch and he loosely wraps his arms around the back of the olders legs.

"Yeah." Taehyung exhales heavily, "I'll take you out. It's okay."

He feels a little bad for lying but he doesn’t want to scare Jungkook or confuse him even more. Taehyung isn’t sure if he would understand it anyway.

He pulls away from the younger and extends his hand. It's a miracle it isn’t shaking too badly.

Jungkook pouts defiantly. "But I'm tired." He mumbles, looking much younger than he actually is.

"Yeah, I know. It'll be fine." Taehyung assures him. Perhaps, it's more so a reassurance for himself.

Jungkook doesn’t question him further. Nor does he argue when both, Taehyung and Seokjin help him walk out of their home and to Seokjin's car. He doesn’t even pay attention to where they were going.

In the backseat, Jungkook nuzzles into Taehyung’s side. He doesn’t notice his boyfriend’s heart beating too fast or the worried glances Seokjin is giving him through the rear-view mirror.

"I love you. So much." Taehyung suddenly whispers and tightens the hug he's holding Jungkook in.

Jungkook doesn’t understand what's happening but it's okay. He's with Taehyung so he will be fine. He will always be fine with Taehyung.

—

It took almost two hours after they arrive at the hospital for Jungkook to get admitted to a ward. The whole time, Taehyung isn’t able to sit still and he's positive the nurses and doctors are annoyed with him when he keeps asking them questions. Seokjin stays with them but his attempts to calm Taehyung down are futile.

Now, Jungkook is resting in a hospital bed, the curtain around it drawn for privacy. He feels comfortable and warm and isn’t in pain thanks to the medication they gave him. He's almost asleep when a nurse comes in to take his temperature again to see if the treatment is working.

"How did that even happen? I tried to keep him hydrated, and I tried to lower his temperature with a cold shower and I gave him fever reducers." Taehyung worries, gnawing on his bottom lip.

The nurse looks at him, sympathy showing on her face. "A cold shower can be counterproductive because the cold water constricts the blood vessels taking blood to the skin, and it prevents the person from losing heat so it can increase the fever. In the future, you'll want to remember that lukewarm showers and baths are a lot more helpful." She explains, "But please don't worry, he'll get better in no time!"

In no time, is a lie. Jungkook's condition only improves very slowly so his doctor wants to keep him in for a while longer.

He's been in the hospital for three days already. Taehyung never leaves his side and because not all the beds in the room are occupied, the staff doesn’t mind him staying the night, either.

On the fourth morning, Jungkook wakes up because of a coughing fit that leaves him breathless and grabbing at his chest. Taehyung is by his side in an instant, rubbing his back. He notices the sheen of sweat covering Jungkook’s whole body and the heat coming from his skin.

Jungkook’s breaths are wheezy and fast. He's holding the front of his hospital shirt tightly, as if his chest is hurting.

"Jungkookie, baby, are you okay?" Taehyung worries.

The younger makes a pained noise and suddenly he's gagging. The first few heaves are empty ones, then he's throwing up all over himself. Jungkook tries to stop it with his hands but it is in vain. He ends up getting vomit all over them, as well as his chest and lap, that is thankfully covered by the thin hospital sheets.

He continues heaving painfully. Jungkook can barely get a breath in, even after he stops throwing up.

For a moment, Taehyung is frozen from shock. Then his mind catches up with the situation. He presses the nurse call button a million times, simultaneously trying to calm his boyfriend down. They are both scared and don’t understand what's happening.

When the nurse sees the mess, she immediately contacts the doctor.

The doctor sends Taehyung out of the room. He tries to protest. He doesn’t want to leave Jungkook's side, especially not in that moment. But he also understands that he should trust the hospital staff and not hinder their work. So he listens and steps out of the room.

Taehyung starts pacing the corridor in front of Jungkook’s room, head snapping up when a door opens. A nurse ends up guiding him to a waiting area with the promise to keep him informed.

He waits for a half an hour already when the nurse comes back, but not alone. Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are with her. They all look worried. The nurse excuses herself again and leaves the four men alone.

"Taehyungie, what's going on?" Hoseok wants to know. The three sit down on the unoccupied chairs, Hoseok and Jimin on either side of Taehyung.

"I don’t know." He whimpers, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes, "Jungkookie- He threw up and I think he couldn’t breathe properly. The doctor sent me out. I don't know what’s going on."

The stress and fear of the past few days are finally catching up with him and Taehyung lets the tears fall. Jimin quickly pulls him into a hug.

"Aigoo, Taehyungie. Don't cry. It's going to be okay." Jimin mutters reassurances until the younger calms down.

"I'm sorry. It's just- I'm so worried about Kookie. He just had a cold and now he can barely breathe. I don’t know what’s going on and I can't do anything for him." Taehyung lets out a heavy breath, his shoulder sagging.

The lack of sleep and the weight of the situation become more apparent and it's hard to process. Taehyung hoped his boyfriend would get better, but he just keeps getting worse.

Jimin holds his best friend for a while and even Hoseok and Yoongi join the hug. It cheers Taehyung up a bit. He's grateful to have friends with him so he doesn’t have to be alone.

Finally, the nurse that led Taehyung to the waiting room earlier comes back again. She leads them back to Jungkook's room as she explains the situation.

"The test results show that Jeon Jungkook-ssi has pneumonia. Likely, hospital-acquired pneumonia, which can be serious as the patient is already ill. However, Jeon Jungkook-ssi is young and generally healthy so we're positive he'll recover fast and without further complications."

Before anyone can ask questions they already stop in front of Jungkook’s room. They didn’t move him somewhere else and that calms Taehyung down a bit. It can’t be too bad then.

"You can see him now but he's very tired at the moment so please be gentle. Also, please don’t be scared about the oxygen mask, it is to help him breathe easier because that's a little hard for him at the moment." The nurse informs them before she tells her goodbye and leaves them alone.

"Do you want to go in alone or do you want me to come with you?" Jimin asks when Taehyung hesitates to open the door. He's obviously nervous and perhaps a little scared.

Taehyung inhales deeply. "I'll go in alone."

He turns around, lips stretched into a wide grin and eyes turning into little crescents, like they always do when he's happy. It looked forced, though, and Jimin feels the need to hug him again; so he does.

"It'll probably take a while. You don’t have to stay." Taehyung tells them.

"Nonsense. We came all the way here, we want to at least say hi to Jungkook-ah." Yoongi says decidedly.

Taehyung nods in understanding, "I'll try to not take too long but no promises."

He has a genuine smile on his face when he finally enters the room. They are glad that he looks a little more relaxed and not as scared and worried as before. Jungkook wouldn’t like seeing his boyfriend so tense. It would make him feel guilty and bad and no one wanted that.

In the hospital room, Jungkook is dressed in a fresh light blue hospital shirt. New sheets are covering him up to his chest, which moved up and down gently. Jungkook’s eyes are closed and the mask covering half of his face fogs up every few seconds with each breath he takes. He looks peaceful.

Taehyung quietly sits down in the chair next to the bed. He tries to be quiet in case his boyfriend is asleep. With soft fingers, he tucks Jungkook’s hair behind his ear.

Feeling the movement, Jungkook slowly peels his eyes open and blinks a few times, either to adjust to the light or to focus his vision. He looks so sleepy, Taehyung thinks it's adorable.

He smiles as he waits for the younger to come around properly. Taehyung assumes the medicine and the illness itself is making him so drowsy.

Jungkook's body feels heavy, but he clumsily reaches out his hand toward his boyfriend. Taehyung intertwines their fingers and bends forward to press a kiss to his forehead. It still feels warm.

"Hi, baby." Taehyung whispers, lips brushing against the skin of Jungkook’s face.

Then, he pulls back with a frown on his face. "I was so scared."

Jungkook can see the lingering fear in Taehyung’s eyes and he can hear it in his voice. He opens his mouth to speak, to reassure him and thank him and tell him he loves him but Jungkook doesn’t have the strength to talk. Instead, he closed his eyes and exhales heavily. It prompts a cough that comes from deep within his chest. It hurts and leaves him breathless once he's done.

Taehyung was rubbing his back but moved his hand to the nape of Jungkook’s neck when he stopped coughing, fingers gently tugging on the long strands of hair before they comb through it. "It's okay," He tells him, "you don't need to speak now. Rest and then we can talk when you're feeling better."

Jungkook forces his eyes open when Taehyung is talking but he's so tired. He lets them slip shut and soon he falls asleep.

Taehyung sits with him for a bit longer, just holding Jungkook's hand in his while the other one continues running through his boyfriend’s hair.

Suddenly, the door opens, startling Taehyung.

"You took too long, so we decided to come in." Yoongi deadpans but there's a teasing lilt to it.

Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi tell their goodbyes and promise to visit again, preferably when Jungkook is awake and feeling better.

—

"You were, like, delirious from fever. Talking weird stuff. It was really scary." Taehyung explains, his own hands fiddling with Jungkook's slightly smaller one.

It's two days later and the younger is finally getting better. They replaced the oxygen mask with a nasal cannula and it is less scary to look at, less worrying.

Jungkook still has coughing fits that leave him breathless and exhausted. The hospital staff showed him breathing techniques so it won’t be as painful anymore.

The doctor wants him to stay for a few more days, and Taehyung still refuses to leave.

"Ahhh, honestly... I'm sorry for scaring you, jagiya. I'm feeling better now, I swear." Jungkook grins and pulls Taehyung's hand towards his mouth to press a tender kiss to his palm.

"Ew, keep your germs to yourself sicky." A sudden voice sounds from the entrance of the room.

Taehyung and Jungkook's heads snap toward the voice, not expecting any visitors. Seokjin and Jimin stand in the doorway with amused smiles on their faces.

Jimin greets them both with gentle hugs, while Jin opts for only a verbal greeting, not taking any risks of possibly getting sick, too.

"How are you doing, Jungkookie?" Jimin addresses the youngest.

Jungkook sniffles, "Getting better, hyung." He smiles softly.

"Good. That's good." Jimin hums.

"And how are you doing, Tae-ah?" Seokjin wants to know. The poor guy has been so stressed and anxious and spent the past week or so helplessly looking after his boyfriend.

"Me?" Taehyung's eyes widen in surprise because he didn't expect the question. He isn’t the one in a hospital bed. "I'm okay." He assures, a big grin taking over his face.

"You look tired, though. You can't possibly be sleeping well here." Seokjin glances at the sofa bed in the corner that Taehyung slept on ever since Jungkook was admitted to the hospital.

"You should go home. At least for a shower and a nap." He suggests. Jimin and Jungkook both agree.

Jungkook squeezes Taehyung's hand that he's still holding. "It's okay. I'll be fine, aein."

After some more persuasion and a little bit of begging from Jungkook and Jimin and a few threats from Seokjin, Taehyung eventually agrees.

At home, the first thing Taehyung does is take a shower. The warm water feels incredibly good and it's like it washes away all of the tension that accumulated in his body over the past week or so. Taehyung feels a lot better once he showered and put on fresh clothes.

He wasn’t able to check any of his social media for a while because of how preoccupied he was. As much as Taehyung loves his fans, he didn’t have the energy to deal with them on top of Jungkook's illnesses.

It has been a week since he last posted something or talked to his followers and he didn’t announced a break before that. Taehyung is aware that his fans are probably going crazy. It isn’t surprising to him that he has hundreds of notifications from people asking him where he is and what's going on.

I'm sorry for the unannounced hiatus. Going live in a few to explain what’s going on 🐯🥴 He posts on his twitter, phone immediately blowing up with notifications.

"Ahhh... The comments aren’t working." Taehyung adjusts his phone a little bit, checking himself on the screen to make sure the lighting is alright, "Is it even on?"

Suddenly, a lot of comments show up on the screen, before freezing momentarily again. Taehyung smiles at the camera and waves.

"It’s working now! I guess it was just stuck because you guys were commenting so much at once!" He laughs but quickly sobers up again.

"Alright, everyone. I decided to do this quick live stream because I want to apologize for the unannounced hiatus and explain it because there's a reason for that."

Taehyung checks the comment section for a second, then the viewer count.

"There’s already a lot of people watching so I guess we can just go right into it. Okay, so, I apologize for going MIA from all social media all of a sudden. I didn’t plan to; some things just happened in my life recently."

Again, Taehyung looks at the comments his fans are sending in. He smiles at their nice words, telling him that it's fine and he doesn’t have to apologize.

Are you okay? Some ask.

To make it up to us, upload the boyfriend tag already! 😁 Another viewer comments, followed by many more agreeing with that person.

His fans have been begging him to do the boyfriend tag for so long now. He promised them he'd do it soon but alas, with everything that has happened it was simply impossible to film the video.

"I'm seeing you guys. I know you want the boyfriend tag. I'll explain why I've been inactive and then you'll also know why there's no boyfriend tag, yet." He tells them, waiting a bit to see the viewers reactions.

OMG DI DYOU ANDY OUR BOYFRIEND BREAKUP??!

ddid you break up?

is it because you have something even bigger and better planned 👀

are you and jungkookie still dating

you broek ip omg you did dint't you??

Taehyung chuckles at how concerned they are about his relationship, even though they don’t really know anything about it. Sometimes, Jungkook helps him with the camera work since the younger prefers being behind the camera instead of in front of it. Occasionally he still walks into the frame, unaware of what Taehyung is doing and the fans go crazy for those moments. Jungkook would just cover his ears in embarrassment, a cute little quirk of his, and leave quickly. He never properly introduced himself to Taehyung’s fans, though.

"Don’t worry guys, we didn’t break up! Though, it does have to do with Jungkookie." Taehyung announces.

He moves in his seat, getting more comfortable. He makes sure everything still looks good before he continues.

"So, a few weeks ago I finally convinced Jungkookie to film the boyfriend tag with me. When I wanted to film it, he refused, though, because he had a cold. I can't show myself to your fans like this. I look like Rudolph! Let's do it another time." Taehyung parrots what Jungkook told him back then.

"I made him promise that we'll film it once he's better and his nose isn’t as red anymore." He grins at the memory. Taehyung thought Jungkook looked cute with his red nose.

"But, and that's why I've been inactive, Jungkookie got worse and actually had to go to the hospital. He still is there, but he's recovering. He's getting better."

Taehyung knows the comment section will be in shambles and he also knows that his fans will want to know the details. However, Jungkook likes to keep his privacy and Taehyung doesn’t want to share too much.

IM SO UPSET! IS JUNGKOOKIE OKAG NOW??

what?? omg 😟

OH NO poor jungkookie :( i hope he's feeling better!

tell him to get well soon! we love him, too!

WHAT HAPPENED OMG

GET WELL SOON JUNGKOOK 💐

i hope he's feeling better soon 🥺

"Thank you for the get well wishes, I'm sure he appreciates them. And don’t worry guys, he's already doing a lot better now. He's fine!"

The fans still send in get well soon messages and Taehyung gets a little emotional. They don’t really know Jungkook but they like him a lot and that makes him happy. It's very sweet of them to be so worried and wishing him well.

"Okay, everyone. That's it! I just wanted to come here and let you know what's going on. I'm sorry again, but I hope you understand now. I'll probably be a little less active still until everything's back to normal. You can send me messages to my social media accounts and I'll make sure to answer them ASAP! I've got to go now, bye~"

Taehyung waves his hand goodbye, his famous boxy grin on his face as he reaches for his phone to turn the live stream off.

Yoongi will be there soon to pick him up. Seokjin and Jimin stayed in the hospital with Jungkook while Taehyung went home but now he's ready to go back.

—

A week later and Jungkook is doing a lot better. He still has to take it easy and he sleeps more than usual but he's feeling better. Breathing doesn’t hurt anymore, and neither does the coughing that has yet to stop. Fortunately, the fits aren’t as bad anymore and they aren’t as wet and deep as before. At this point it just feels like a common cold.

Jungkook sits on the edge of their bed while Taehyung sets up the camera. He can’t sit still because of how nervous he is. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands or where to look at. Is he supposed to look at Taehyung or the camera? Jungkook has no idea about these kind of things.

When Taehyung notices the nervous fidgeting, he thinks maybe he should've given his boyfriend something to do while he interrogates him, but it's too late now.

"Okay, this looks good." Taehyung says to himself when be checke the screen of the laptop.

He sits down next to Jungkook and gives the younger a soft kiss on the cheek, "Ready?"

As promised, they are finally filming the boyfriend tag. At first, Jungkook tried to find an excuse not to do it, yet (Hyung, my voice still sounds weird. Tae, what if I have a sneezing or coughing fit while filming?), but in the end, he couldn't resist Taehyung's puppy dog eyes.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to just wear sweats? You promise they won't be seen?" Jungkook worries, gnawing on his bottom lip as he frowns down at his lap.

He's afraid of what Taehyung’s fans will think of him. He even asked Taehyung which shirt he should wear. But in the end, he settled for a comfortable thick sweater to keep him warm since he's still recovering.

With his thumb, Taehyung frees Jungkook’s bottom lip and kisses it softly. "It's fine. They won't be seen but I don't think the viewers would mind anyway." he mutters and smiles when he presses another kiss to Jungkook’s lips.

Admittedly, he finds it cute how concerned Jungkook is about his appearance and first impression. He's been nervous all day, asking Taehyung questions about the process and what even is a boyfriend tag? Taehyung told him they will do it the traditional way and he'll just ask him questions about himself and their relationship.

"If you're uncomfortable," Taehyung says seriously then, "we can stop any time. Just let me know."

Jungkook nods but doesn’t say anything. To stop the nervous movements of his hands, he sits on them. He does that a lot but Taehyung never points it out to him.

"It's not a live stream and I'll edit it before posting, so don't worry too much, jagiya." Taehyung continues to assure his boyfriend.

He moves a comforting hand through the youngers long hair, stopping at the nape of his neck to massage it lightly. Taehyung presses another kiss to the corner of Jungkook's mouth.

With his lips still there, Taehyung murmurs, "You'll do great. You always do. I love you."

Jungkook huns and turns his face to reciprocate the kiss but the older pulls away, making him pout.

"Okay! Let's start!" And that is all the warning Jungkook gets before the camera is rolling.

"Hyung! At least give me a proper warning next time!" He complains but Taehyung gives him a peck on the lips, looking smug as he watches the blush spread on Jungkook’s face.

"Hello guys! It's me, Vante!" Taehyung introduces himself with his nickname before continuing to introduce his boyfriend, "And this is my lovely boyfriend Jungkook!"

Jungkook pulls one hand out from under his thigh and lifts it in an awkward wave. Taehyung watches fondly before he continues.

"You guys have been waiting for this and here it finally is - The boyfriend tag! We'll do it the traditional way and I'll just interrogate Jungkookie to see how well he knows me." He resches for the youngers hand that is resting between them now, and is surprised at how clammy it feels. He squeezes it encouragingly, a silent assurance that he's doing well.

Taehyung goes on to explain that he asked his followers to send him questions and that he wrote them down on his phone. Jungkook sits silently, eyes moving from his boyfriend to the camera and back again. He tries to stifle a cough but fails, and has to lift his other arm since he refuses to let go of Taehyung's hand.

The older looks at him a little concerned but continues talking when Jungkook quietly tells him he is fine.

"Ah, the first question isn’t about me or us, but a lot of people want to know if you're okay now?" Taehyung reads.

He thinks it's a little ironic to ask that right after Jungkook had a small coughing fit but he can always cut that out so no one but them will know.

"Uhm- Yes! I'm good! Thank you!" Jungkook's voice is still a little rough and the congestion is audible, but it's alright.

Taehyung has to suppress his laughter at how stiff his boyfriend sounds. He hopes he'll be able to relax a bit with time. He leans over and kisses Jungkook’s cheek softly. The younger blushes but doesn’t push him away.

After a quick glance at his phone, Taehyung says, "Let’s get into it. We'll start with an easy one. How long have we been together?"

Jungkook's answer is quick, "Three and a half years! Next year in April it'll be four years."

Taehyung nods approvingly and continues, "Correct. How did we meet and how old were we?"

"We met in university. You walked into the wrong class but instead of walking back out, you just stayed. You sat next to me and started talking. We bonded and became friends, and six months later we started dating." Jungkook recalls. He takes a moment to remember their ages before he answers, "I was 18 at that time and you were still 19 but you turned 20 two months later."

They both smile fondly at the memory of their first meeting. After that, Taehyung attended a lot of Jungkook’s classes just so he could spend more time with the younger. The professors didn’t care. They didn’t even know most of them but Jungkook forced him to stop doing that, afraid that Taehyung would fail if he missed all of his own classes.

"Yeah. You were cute even back then." Taehyung sighs dreamily, content to see Jungkook blush again. The younger was never good at taking compliments and it's adorable to see him getting flustered.

Jungkook coughs into the crease or his elbow, perhaps more so to hide his red face than to cover the cough.

Taehyung laughs. "Okay, on we go! What was your first impression of me?"

"Hmm..." Jungkook hums a little nasally, his eyebrows crease in concentration, "I thought you were an interesting guy. And that you're really pretty."

"Ah... Honestly, that day, I sat next to you bc you looked so cute. Also, because it was the only unoccupied seat." Taehyung teases, laughing out loud when his boyfriend shoves him.

Instead of fighting back, he throws himself on the younger, engufling him in a tight hug and kisses his temple. Jungkook pushes against slightly and Taehyung lets go. He doesn’t want to push his limits. He grabs his phone to reads the next question.

"Another easy one. What's my favorite food?"

"Dumplings. You love dumplings." Jungkook answers immediately.

"I do! We should get some once we're done here. And what's my least favorite?"

"You don’t like peas." Taehyung nods positively at the correct answer.

His eyes light up when he reads over the notes in his phone again. "Everyone, there’s some interesting questions now! Koo, they want to know who has the pants on in our relationship?"

Jungkook stays silent for a moment, pondering the question. He opens his mouth to answer, but instead his breath hitches and his nose starts twitching at the tickle. A second later he pitches forward with a sneeze that he tries to catch with his hands. Taehyung quickly grabs a wad of tissues that he prepared prior to recording and hands them to his boyfriend.

"Thanks..." He sniffles after blowing his nose. Luckily it wasn’t a wet sneeze so it didn’t cause a mess. "Edit that out later." Jungkook tells him sternly but Taehyung only grins at how cute he is.

"What was the question again?" Jungkook asks, still rubbing his nose with the tissue.

"Who has the pants on?"

After a moment of silence as Jungkook mulls over the question he finally settles with a, "Neither of us."

When Taehyung looks at him questioningly, he elaborates, "I don’t think either of us has the pants on. We're pretty equal. We talk before making decisions, we don’t just decide important things without talking to each other first. And we don’t boss around the other or anything. So neither of us has the pants on."

Taehyung nods along as Jungkook explains, agreeing silently.

"That's right, we are. And communication is one of the most important things in a relationship!" He supports Jungkook’s statement and then asks the next question, "Who said I love you first?"

"I did but you confessed to me first so that evens things out." Jungkook responds while he reaches for the water bottle to soothe his throat as he starts coughing more frequently.

Taehyung nods and proceeds to read the next note, "When and where was our first kiss?"

Jungkook gulps down a few sips of water before a shy smile takes over his face at the memory. "It was my 19th birthday. We went to the beach together and then we had out first kiss."

"That was really romantic. We should go back there some time." Taehyung muses and Jungkook agrees.

"Anyways, on we go! What was our first vacation together?" The older asks enthusiastically.

"Daegu. You showed me your favorite place, Daegu Dalseong Park, and afterward we went to Busan and I showed you where I grew up." Jungkook remembers warmly.

"That also answered the next question about what my favorite place is. Well, then they want to know when and where was our first date?"

Jungkook coughs into the crook of his elbow and takes another quick sip of water before he answers, "We went to a Café. That's when I found out you don’t like coffee. And that was... like... two months before we officially started dating."

Taehyung nods. "Yeah, you ordered us hot chocolate instead and it was the best one I ever had. Not because it was so good but because I had it with you." He recalls, a cheesy smile on his face.

"Taehyungie~" Jungkook whines but he's smiling, too.

"Let's continue!" The older exclaims. His face turns smug as he looks at the next question.

"Am I the big spoon or little spoon?"

People would expect Jungkook to be the big spoon because he's much buffer than Taehyung. He works out a lot, while Taehyung is a little lazier and only joins his boyfriend sometimes and even then he gives up quickly. It all came down to stereotypes that the smaller and 'weaker' one has to be the little spoon but really, it isn’t true at all.

"You’re the big spoon. You like cuddling a lot." Jungkook replies and immediately Taehyung elgulfs him in a tight hug.

"That's true! I love cuddling you, my little spoon." He pulls away again after pecks Jungkook’s temple.

Taehyung reads the next question, "One talent that I have."

"There's too many, you're good at everything... Hmm..." Jungkook thinks about it, "You... take great pictures."

Now, Taehyung is the one blushing. "You guys hear that? And that's coming from a photography and film major!"

Admittedly, Taehyung feels proud of himself to hear such a compliment from his boyfriend. He loves taking pictures and does it a lot and Jungkook always makes sure to tell him how much he likes them.

"Next question... Oh, this is a hard one! What nickname do my parents have for me?"

"I know! Your dad used to call you baby bear and your mum used to call you honey bear." Jungkook is satisfied with himself for remembering that.

"That’s right. Wow." It surprises Taehyung a little that Jungkook got it right because his parents don’t really call him that anymore and he only mentioned it once or twice. It makes him feel warm; having someone by his side who even remembers the small things.

"Okay, last question. What do you love about me the most?" Taehyung himself is curious about Jungkook's answer.

Jungkook sniffles and grabs a tissue to blow his nose. "Ahh, this is the hardest one. Maybe... No... Uhm... Ah! I know!" Jungkook exclaims, "I love how caring you are. You have so much love for your family and friends. I like how genuine and unconditional your love is. You have a very big heart."

Taehyung is positively awestruck, leaving him completely speechless. He opens his mouth a few times to start a sentence but after a few attempts he gives up. They often tell each other little things they like about the other but it always is something small and not as meaningful as that.

He throws himself onto Jungkook, hugging him as tight as never before. Taehyung peppers small kisses over the youngers face until he stops, with his lips hovering over Jungkook’s.

"I love you, Koo." He mutters.

"And I love you, Tae." Jungkook responds quietly.

After Taehyung says his goodbye and turns off the camera, he sits back down on the bed. Jungkook immediately engulfs his whole body in a hug, pulling his boyfriend down on the bed with him. He holds him tightly and presses his lips to the base of Taehyung’s neck when the older struggles a little.

"Ahh! Jungkookie, what are you doing?!" Taehyung squirms and tries to free his arms but Jungkook has them in an iron grip.

Jungkook rests his head on his boyfriend’s chest and sighs contentedly. "Let's take a nap. I'm tired and my head hurts a little."

Taehyung stops moving as he listens to the younger. He presses a kiss to the crown of Jungkook's head and says, "Okay, but let go of me so I can cuddle you properly."

They move around a little until Taehyung is spooning Jungkook. His fingers comb through Jungkook's long hair for a while before he tucks it behind his ear so it won’t tickle the younger's face and annoy him. Taehyung wraps his arm securely around Jungkook’s waist to pull him in close.

"Sleep well and get well soon." Taehyung whispers.

"Stop saying that, it only got worse when you said that before." Jungkook laughs teasingly but interlocks his fingers with Taehyung’s and relaxes.

"I'll be all better soon as long as you're with me." He sighs. Jungkook can feel Taehyung's lips kiss the back of his nape softly right before he drifts off into a comfortable afternoon nap.

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Ah, seriously... I'm so bad with endings lmao Well, I hope whoever read this enjoyed it! Thank you!

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soranihimawari · 4 years ago

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Hi Scores & Taiyaki

Welcome back to part 3 of the Kuroo x 1st person fic. This will be the last installment for now unless I decide to use Social Dummy again to continue the character’s relationship. But first things first, thanks for reading this and major shoutouts to @vbcshenaningansnwritings for reblogging my stories & @kaidasen for encouraging me to post these drabbles/drafts/fics. ::hugs to you::

Taglist: still open

The weeklong camp had come to an end before it had begun. I had a lot of fun hanging out with the girls during the end of camp barbecue. There were a few instances where I had to chase after Bokuto to remind him to not steal so much food from the different grills, but he just laughed it off before running away with a plate full of food for Akaashi. Kuroo on the other hand, was busy keeping track of his protoges, Kenma and Tsukishima (another tall middle blocker from Karasuno) by also doing the same thing. There was a moment before the visiting teams started to pack their belongings where Kenma tugged on my sleeve to pull me aside causing my conversation with the female managers to be cut short. (We had already traded contact info during the many nights we stayed up exchanging stories of their teams antics, so we all decided to text each other later).

“Everything ok Kenma?” I asked when we stopped walking. There was a safe distance between the side of the building where we stood and the other members of the teams.

“Kuroo seems to really like you,” he said in a low tone. I nodded as I kicked the invisible pile of dust on the concrete floor. His console was tucked away in his track jacket pocket, but he continued to play a different game on his phone.

“I have a feeling that I already know,” I replied with a smirk.

“Good. Because I couldn’t get him to shut up about you after you helped Lev out the other day.”

A chortle escaped my lips, “I see. Well, if that’s all you wanted to tell me, then I guess we could head back. C’mon, Karasuno is about to leave now too. Let’s say bye to Shoyo & Tsukki.”

It seemed as though everyone had begun saying their farewells by the time we returned.

***

Summer vacation quickly ended for me as soon as it had begun. Classes were starting again the following day, so naturally by the time I had arrived back home, I greeted my parents before calling my close friend, Riza.

“Kenma confirmed to me that Kuroo does like me and we may or may not have spent more time alone after lights out,” I explained collapsing on my mattress.

“Oh ho ho,” Riza chuckled on her end of the line. “So, the tom cat finally came around to liking you? That’s terrific. All of his fans are going to be heart broken when you guys go out on your date next Saturday.”

“I know. I am not looking forward to receiving those glares from his exes though.”

“Meh, you’ll be fine. They were the ones who let him go with the exception of Angela though. Those two always fought, but I am glad you two never really fought. Well, maybe except in trig when you both arrived at different limit answers, haha.”

“Of course you’d remember how well he took being wrong, Riz.”

“Mmhm. I gotta back my friend up whenever he assumes he is the smartest in the room. Anyways, I’m gonna go prepare for bed. See you in class tomorrow.”

“Okidokie. Meet at the convenience store at seven?”

“I’ll be there. Later Kat.”

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The days seemed to have blurred together, but with both Kuroo and I heavily invested in our separate clubs outside of school hours, we barely had any time to discuss finalizing our plans for our arcade date. On Friday night before our date, I received a call from him. He seemed a bit stressed out, more so than usual, but that was to be expected since the team had a qualifying match scheduled in a few days time.

“Coach is making us have an extra practice on Wednesday and that’s when this chem lab is due. There’s also this make up test I have to do for history and I’m falling behind in trig since I can’t really find the time for homework. Kat, I don’t know what to do.”

I was seated at my desk in front of my computer screen in the middle of typing an essay for English class. It was a three to five page paper discussing the themes of Westernized fairy tales which I stopped writing because clearly, Kuroo needed someone to snap him back into focus.

“Take a deep breath first,” I heard him inhale and upon his exhale, I continued. “Good. Now, listen to me carefully Tetsuro: meet me in the library after class on Monday. Bring all your materials for the classes you fell behind on. I’ll make copy of my notes and bring a pen to correct your mistakes on the trig quizzes since you got an 80% last time.”

“Our second date is a study date, huh?”

I chuckled. “It can be. Let’s survive the first one, yeah? The forecast called for rain tomorrow afternoon, so hopefully we won’t get caught in it on the way back.”

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I arrived first to the arcade around 17:50. I was dressed in the best casual attire I could think of: navy wide leg pants, a white dress shirt paired underneath with a lemon yellow camisole. My shoes were black rain boots and my hair was left down. Kuroo came a few minutes later dressed in an all black street ensemble attire that made me think I was a bit out of his league (more so than before).

“You did not have to come here looking like an idol star,” I teased when he reached out to hold my hand.

“And you didn’t have to either,” he said with a smile. “Let’s go inside to play Street Fighter II again, yeah?” I nodded.

A few hours passed us by as we kept reloading the game cards playing different arcade games ranging from fighting games, TETRIS, and music games (like JuBEAT FESTO). Kuroo’s cat like smile made me more competitive when he failed the last song of JuBeat.

“Move aside, lemme see if I can beat your score sir,” I mused. I swiped my card and selected my first song and the speed. The tiles began to glow with the first few notes coming from the machine. There were a lot of encouraging words coming through the screen: “Combo!” “Perfect” “100 note streak!”

“By the time my round ended, the title card illuminated with a new hi-score slot waiting for my initials to be put in.

“If I wanted to date Kenma, I would have just taken him here,” Kuroo muttered under his breath. “Well, you win. I bow down to you, Kat-chan. Queen of JuBEAT FESTO.”

“You don’t have to, but maybe we should go? It’s almost 20:30 and I don’t want to stay out too late. Let’s go grab a bite to eat, yeah?”

There were a few food cart vendors located down the street from the arcade. Their carts were lined up against the entrance way of an old park where there once was a sunflower field. Years of urbanization caused the flowers to no longer be planted, but in their stead, a field of peonies were grown. I took a seat on one of the benches facing the flowers. A warm smile graced my lips as I leaned down to pluck one off the field.

“Such a pretty flower for a pretty date,” Kuroo’s voice made me yelp in surprise. He cackled as he extended one of the taiyaki he bought toward me. “Here, I got you a taiyaki.” I took one of the fish shaped pastries an thanked him. We raised our fishes to each other and began to munch on them; we sat there for about half an hour making the time pass by playing a question game with each other.

“Your turn,” I reminded Kuroo with a nudge of my elbow. “Ask me anything you like.”

“Alright,” Kuroo replied. “Hmm...I got it! Kat, how many dates do we have to go on before I ask you to be my girlfriend?”

I leaned forward and folded my arms over my thighs, a hum drawn out into the air. I made direct eye contact with the peonies, the one I plucked remained on the bench. He had a puzzled emotion worn on his face.

“As many as it takes for me to believe you actually like me. Kuroo,” I swallowed thickly. “You’re someone who would break up with a girl over the fact that they bore you or that they didn’t understand your commitment to your team as captain. It’s going to take some time for me to believe your emotions toward me are genuine. Sure, we had fun at training camp, but I need you think this through. Are you sure you want to be with me?”

At this point, Kuroo stood up and immediately crouched down in front of me. The summer breeze made his hair dance in the wind along with the blooms behind him.

“I’m sure,” he replied. A hand of his combed a few pieces of my hair behind my ear; he grabbed the plucked peony blossom and placed it behind my exposed ear. “See? You do look more glamorous with it in your hair. C’mon, I suppose it’s time for me to walk you home.”

He pulled me up off the bench and placed a light kiss atop the crown of my head.

We arrived at the fork in the sidewalk where we would have originally had split up before, but instead Kuroo escorted me to the front courtyard of my apartment complex building. He held my hand the entire walk over, telling me more stories of his childhood with Kenma up until the time Kenma turned twelve and they climbed a tree to rescue a kitten.

“And that’s how Kenma had his first pet,” Kuroo said, a triumphant smile over his face.

“So it seems,” I replied, a shortened giggle fell out of my mouth. He raised my hand to his lips, thanking me for a wonderful outing. His thumb traced over my knuckles lightly. I removed the flower from behind my ear before offering it to him. He pushed it back toward me before he tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

“Keep it, sweetheart,” his voice told me. He leaned down again and kissed me, slowly to quiet my irrational fears of not being wanted by him. One kiss was all it took for both of us to come to terms with our outlook on each other. My eyes fluttered open, my hand still wrapped around the peony’s stem. He kissed my cheek when I wasn’t looking directly at him.

“Go on upstairs. I’ll leave after you go,” he told me in an hazy tone. He squeezed my hand gently.

“Thank you for today,” I began as I turned around to open the door of the lobby. “See ya at school next week.”

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About a month and half after our first date, Kuroo and I found ourselves curled up on the couch in his living room with a Ghibli film playing in the background. His arm was resting comfortably against my waist, drawing small circles on my skin. I turned my eyes away from the tv to look up at him before I decided I was done watching the film. I committed the minute details of his face to memory.

He cocked his head to the side with a curious brow lifted toward me right up until the moment I initiated a kiss. Kuroo did not object to this sign of affection pouring from me. His hand moved away from my waist to my back, then I felt his arms loop behind me to pull me over his lap. I found myself wrapping my legs around his waist as my hands made their way on to the fabric of his shirt prior to me holding on to it for balance as he began to work on deepening our kiss. I found myself smiling into every kiss he gave me, stealing every ounce of air he had inside his lungs. He rested his head against the crook of my neck, his breathing uneven.

“Three years of wondering what it would feel like to have you alone like this,” his voice reverberated gently against my skin causing a blush to dance across my face. Slowly, I felt his lips imprint open mouthed kisses up the side of my neck. He was gentle with me at first, much like the first person to kiss me like this. My breath was caught in my throat and it seemed he didn’t care as a whimper escaped my lips in anticipation not knowing where his lips were headed to next. Damn this boy, my inner thoughts cursed at him.

Each kiss gained momentum the closer his lips grazed against my own. In the past couple of dates that we had had, I mentioned off hand to Kuroo that if he were to kiss my neck, even playfully, I’d crumble beneath his touch. Smooth ass mother fucker, I thought.

“Shh...” I hushed him within a few seconds when I felt his one of his hands disappear under the back of my shirt and the other stabilized the back of my neck. I’d like to think he counted how many layers of clothing there was between us, but his coarse hands roamed my body curious to know how soft my skin was.

He pushed me forward, causing me to crash on to his demanding lips again; his hands were wrapped around my waist and mine laced lightly around the back of his neck, giving me more support to push myself into him more. His mouth was compressed against mine, yet this kiss remained as light as we had intended it to be. We sat like this for a few moments before our lips began to move rhythmically over the other, the pace being set by him.

I exhaled through my nose, not wanting to let go of him. There was an overwhelming feeling of mutual relief toward each other finally seeing what we could be. Relief raced out of hearts for a moment only to be replaced with this sense of combined eccentric panic, and lust. More, I thought. I need more of this kind of physical affection.

Kuroo’s hand on the small of my back travelled higher in an attempt to pull my shirt over my head, to which I shook my head in agreement.

“It’s too hot,” I said, lifting the fabric over my head and tossing it to the side. Kuroo’s eyed my exposed top half through running his hands up my sides. My chest rose and fell with every touch his grazed my skin.

“I concur,” he said. I shrugged before I leaned down, hands pressing his shoulders back on to the back of the couch. From there, I began my barrage of open mouthed kisses down his neck, leaving bite marks behind his ear. Hearing him hiss an exasperated sigh when he pulled me toward him causing me to stop.

My hair hung over my shoulders as Kuroo tilted his head up again to press his forehead against mine. He and I exchanged a few words making sure the other was doing ok; most of our replies were done in a hummed tone of the “yes,” variety.

Our heart rates needed to return to a normal pace prior to us continuing where we had left off. Kuroo’s playful shine in his eyes and smirk told me everything I wanted to know. I caressed his cheek when I pulled away, the inside of my palm warm from his flushed face.

“Kat,” he breathed my name so effortlessly it caused me to stop stroking the side of his face.

“Hmm?” my vocal chords vibrates at the sound of my name. “What is it?”

Suddenly, I took note of how Kuroo’s eyes were trying to refocus themselves on my face; pupils dilated meaning he felt the rush of serotonin enter his system. He shifted his weight underneath me and whispered something along the lines of “you’re staying over tonight,” in my ear to which I nodded. I didn’t have time to wait since I felt him stand up with his hands under my thighs.

“W-woah!” I said, stifling a laugh when I moved my arms around his neck for balance. “Where are you taking me?” As if I didn’t already know the answer. I arched my eyebrow up at him with a teasing expression.

“My room,” Kuroo answered, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “To continue where we left off kitten.”

#haikyu!! fiction #kuroo x 1st person pov #part 3 of 3 #another miniseries is done!

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dana-sculy · 5 years ago

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Vive Ut Vivas - Chapter One

Okay, y’all. I’m not exactly writing material, but I gave it a shot and this was decent enough for me to post it (who am I kidding, it’s trash, sorry not sorry). You can find it in ao3 here.

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This is an alternate following to the episode One Breath. After Scully is released from hospital, she takes refugee in Melissa’s appartment and they go through the pain of what happened to her. I always thought Melissa deserved better than dying, so this explores her character and her relationship with Scully. She is also the leading factor to Mulder and Scully finally having a decent talk about their feelings, and whatever comes after that.

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Sometimes people are the last ones to see what’s right in from of them. Either from fear of the truth or from not believing it could quite be true. But these two are a case to be studied. I’d had a lot of men in my life, but God, they were no Fox Mulder.

I saw how he’d acted when Dana was dying, when hope was only a distant memory to him. I felt the darkness that emanated from him, and if my sister was trapped on a place between life and death, I bet this poor man was likely to be the thing holding her there.

So much to be said to each other. I know my sister more than her own shadow, and Dana was never the best at exposing her emotions to others, especially when they were deep.

“I knew there was a reason to live.” – She said, joking. It’s so good to see my sister smile, even if it’s still a week one. After all we’ve been through these last couple of days, it helps the tension in the room to dissipate a little.

He says his goodbye and touches her hand briefly, but it’s when their eyes meet that I have to hold my breath. There’s so much there: care, affection, hope. I suddenly feel like I’m intruding. It’s not exactly something private, some intimate demonstration of love, but their eye contact shares more than what’s there to be seen. It makes me feel like an outsider just to be around, like they were the only ones in the room and I just entered the wrong place at the wrong time. What was said between them is something I’ll probably never know, but I’m sure they do.

A minute passes by. I notice how Mulder looks nothing of what he looked before; his smile is warm, genuine now, and even Dana shares one or two when he’s around. That is certainly a meaningful exchange.

As soon as the door closes, her mother’s eyes meet hers. She’s noticed it too. If it bothers her, she doesn’t show. A mother always knows – Melissa can almost hear her say. They will save this conversation for later, though: right now Dana is alive and back from the dead, and that’s all that matters after all.

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When I hear the phone ring, I immediately know it’s her. What surprises me is that my sister accepted my invitation to stay with me for the week, after being released from the hospital. You see, she has always had this terrible habit of closing herself after a moment of vulnerability, even if it was just me there, trying to help. I know it started because of our father, when her rebellious side decided she had something to prove to him, to prove her strong. When you grow up in a house of navy men, you learn to be tough. But I guess I dealt with it the light way and she chose the hard one.

Maybe that’s changing too. – I smile to myself. My apartment isn’t exactly as big and cozy as hers, but the two of us have always found comfort in each other’s company. Besides, it will give me just the opportunity I need to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Dana.

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As I expected, she doesn’t let me pick her up at the hospital. I’ll let it pass this time, since I’m more than happy with her presence.

Half an hour has passed by when the doorbell finally rings and I hear the thud of her bags on the other side of the door. I rise from my spot on the couch and go open it for her.

“Mel, I don’t know if you made plans for today, but I can’t stay long. I have to present myself to the FBI as soon as possible so they can evaluate me and decide when I’ll be able to return to work again.” – As if to make her point clear, Dana does that eyebrow thing of hers that really annoys me.

“I know, I know. I’ll not step on your toes, sis, as long as you let me make plans for tomorrow. I missed you. It’s not gonna hurt if you spend some time away from Fox and everything to have some fun with your sister, right? – When the word “Fox” reaches her ears I’m sure she took the bait.

“You know, it’s not like that. We’re just partners. If there’s a reason for my eagerness to go back to work it’s just that I want at least a resemblance of my previous, normal life, that’s all.” – Yeah, right, sweetie. She truly believes that, poor thing.

“And the fact that he’s extremely attractive and obviously crazy about you does nothing to change that point of yours, Dana?” – Her eyes dart away from me for a second, and she tries her hardest to fight back a smile surging in the corners of her mouth. Even if she was successful at that, I know her way too much not to notice her signs: she likes him. She just probably doesn’t know it yet.

I remember when we still lived with mom, back when I was nineteen and she had just turned seventeen. At the time, she was into this guy named Paul, who was one of her friends. Whenever I mentioned him she would smile like a kid in a Christmas shop. Old Dana may hide her smile better, but it’s all the same.

“He’s not…crazy about me, Melissa. He trusts me, and we’re friends. Considering what happened to me, he’s happy to see me well again, and probably relieved too. He has this bad tendency to think everything is his fault.”

“Dana, I had boyfriends who cared less for me than he does for you. Mom had to drive him out of the hospital and take him to a restaurant to be sure he would even eat.” – she rolls her eyes at my comment, like she usually does when she wants to avoid talking about something.

“Look, I’m not trying to fight here. I just found you two… intriguing.” – I pose the devilish smile I can get. She can’t help but smile after that.

We stop talking about her partner as Dana guides herself through my place, looking around. She takes her time and then comes back to the couch, where I languidly rest while I wait for her little tour to end.

The floor of the apartment was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely browns that contrasted with creamy-colored walls, on which lots of photographs were hanged: there were ones of me, Dana, mom and dad, my brothers and the closest of my friends.

On top of the fireplace, a delicate painting catches her attention – it was a landscape: the coastline jagged, covered by inlets where the water laid still. In the orange-kissed sky, the last vestiges of daylight contrasted with the growing black of cliffs, jagged and folded, shrinking into the distance.

Bursting through the large windows made of glass, she saw shafts of light streaming through the gaps in the linen curtains.

It’s the first time Dana comes to visit me here. It’s been a long time since I stayed in a place for more than one or two months, and after a while, she stopped coming to me and I started going to her place instead. It felt easier for us to spend time together.

When Dana’s finished, she sits next to me on the couch and rests her head on my shoulder. We stay this way for some time, in a quiet, yet comfortable silence. Her hair mingles with mine, leaving a delicious orange sent that probably came from her shampoo.

“Hmm.” – I hear her sigh on my side.

“Dana, can I ask you another thing? And please promise you’ll be honest with me.”

“Fine.” – She complies, defeated. I feel her tiny hand resting on mine, and we interlace our fingers.

“What made you come back? I mean, from the coma?” – I say barely above a whisper, choosing the words carefully.

She takes her time to answer, the thin lines of her forehead contorted in concentration. Finally, she speaks.

“I don’t know. At least, not with certitude.” – I release my breath, and when I’m about to disentangle with her, she holds me where I am. – “The truth is, I’m having a hard time figuring out what was part of my imagination and what was real. The things I’ve heard and seen during my state of coma, it’s all messed up, Mel. When I listened to Mulder’s voice calling me back, I…” – she sighs with frustration.

“Dana, please… don’t. Don’t close yourself now. I’m with you, and I believe that, if you decided to come here, at least some part of you wants me to help you heal.” – I take a strand of her beautiful hair and put it behind her ear, making her look at me. – “We’re sisters and I almost lost you. Please just let us be like we used to, we used to tell each other everything.” – When she meets my gaze, her eyes finally give in, and all the emotions she’s sinking down finally subside into quiet tears.

#txf #x files #the x files #msr #txf fanfic #dana scully #fox mulder #scully x mulder #my fanfics #foc #mine #todayinfic

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forever-rogue · 6 years ago

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Romantic Getaway

Request: Hiddles x y/n where he surprises her with trip to Paris please.

A/N: I see y’all are thirsty for some Tom lately, eh? I have no problem with that! I hope you guys all enjoy this fluff fest :)

Pairing: (Non Actor) Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: Fluff!

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Y/N groaned as pushed her laptop away and and laid her head down at her desk. She was tired, hungry, and all out of inspiration. Deciding that the article she was in the middle of writing could wait, she closed the computer and got up to go to the cafeteria to get a snack. It was getting to be later in the afternoon, but Y/N figured a little snack wouldn't hurt.

Stepping out of her office, she was immediately flagged down by the receptionist, "Y/N! Y/N!"

"Calm down there, Sayara," Y/N chuckled at her, "what's up?"

"Tom," she said nervously, "your husband is here to see you."

"Yes, I'm aware Tom is my husband," Y/N winked at the younger girl, "you can show him into my office - I'm just going to grab a snack real quick."

"Of course," she replied as she headed back down the hall to fetch Tom, "is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No, it's quite alright." she smiled at her fondly, as Sayara ducked around the corner to fetch Tom. Y/N fished in her pocket for some change, hope she had enough with her.

Entering the small cafeteria she stared at the vending machine, only to find that it was out of order - unlit and depressing. Y/N walked over to, thumping it gently with the palm of her hand, willing to come back to operating condition so it provide her with some sort of sustenance. After a few moments of trying, she gave up, walking back to her office, but deciding she would leave soon so she could get in a proper meal.

Y/N sighed as she shuffled down the hall, walking back into her office with a small frown on her face. Tom couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, not wasting a moment before he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head gently, “what’s wrong my love?”

“There’s no snacks,” she said sadly, pulling away and plopping back down into her chair, “I’m so hungry and the vending machine is out of order!”

“It’s good timing then,” he said as he set a small lunch pail onto her desk, causing her face to immediately light up, “I thought you might have been hungry. You’ve been getting that way around this time of day lately. I know you’ve had a busy week, so I thought the two of you might enjoy this.”

“Oh my goodness, Thomas,” she said thankfully as she wasted no time in opening the bag and pulled out the apples and caramel sauce that Tom remembered she had been craving, “you’re the absolute best. A true Godsend.”

“I think you might be being a little dramatic, don’t you?” he chuckled fondly at her, “but I’ll take it none the less. How are you feeling today?”

“Feeling as nauseous and gross as ever,” she sighed as she took a bit of crunchy apple, “how do people do this for a whole nine months? Some people make it look so easy. It’s only been five and I’m ready to call it quits.”

“I’m sorry you still aren’t feeling better,” he said as he took her hand in his, “we can always go back to the doctor and see if they can do anything else for you.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” she said thankfully, “I think they’ve pretty much done everything they can at this point, and hopefully it’ll subside later on. For now, I’ll just keep blaming your son for this.”

“My son?” he asked as he put up his hands, “he’s also yours!”

“Ughhh,” she sighed, “I keep forgetting that part. Now tell me, darling, what brings you to the office on this lovely afternoon?”

“Can’t a loving husband just show up to surprise his wife?” he gave her his most dazzling smile, but she just rolled her eyes and shook her head, causing his him to admit his bluff, “fine, if you must know. I come baring a surprise.”

“What’s the surprise?” she asked eagerly, leaning forward, ‘I hope it’s something good!”

“I suppose that depends on what you define as good,” he surmised, “but how does a week in Paris sound?”

“Paris!?” she exclaimed as he nodded with a smile on his face, “oh Thomas, you’re so wonderful! What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, other than why not and I thought you might enjoy,” he explained, “we’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

“That’s so wonderful! I’m so excited,” she stepped around her desk and kissed him gently, “why are you the best? I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I could say the same thing,” he smiled as he placed his hand on her small bump, “I love you, darlings. Now why don’t you pack up, and we’ll head out?”

Y/N groaned when she felt bright light hit her closed eyes. Rolling over, she pulled the blankets up and tried covered her eyes, murmuring something about five more minutes. Hearing a light chuckle, she opened one eye, only to see Tom standing by their hotel room’s window, a smirk on his face.

“Five more minutes?” he asked and she nodded her head lightly, “darling, we’re in Paris. We have to embrace the day!”

“Embrace it with five more minutes?” she asked shyly, “I’m pregnant, I need time. It’s hard to move fast.”

“Mhmm, whatever you say,” he joked as he walked closer to her and gave her a small kiss, “take all the time you need, darling. The city is not going anyway.”

“Fine, fine, you really do know how to make someone feel guilty,” she gave in and crawled out from under the covers, “I’ll be ready to go in a little bit, just let me shower first.”

“I’ll be here, ready and waiting. Take all the time you need,” he beamed at her. She got up and stretched, enjoying the feeling of cracking in her bones. Subconsciously, she placed her hand on her stomach, happy at the small growing bump. Tom came up behind her and put his arm around her, and kissed her shoulder, his beard gently scratching her shoulder, “I love you so much, darling.”

“Thomas, if you keep being this sweet, we’re never going to get anywhere,” she sighed as she leaned into his body, “I’ll be quick.”

“Okay,” he agreed and reluctantly let her go. She smiled fondly at him before heading to the shower and giving him a wink before getting into the shower.

Tom linked his fingers through Y/N’s, softly stroking the back of her hand, enjoying the cool breeze of downtown Paris after fresh rains. They were headed to the Louvre, both of them excited to the see treasures it held.

“Are you ready to see the sights and splendors that this historic place has to offer!?” Y/N asked eagerly as they got in line. This was her first trip to the city and the museum, and she couldn’t imagine spending the time with anyone else.

“I think I am,” he said as he raised his eyebrow at her, “are you sure you’re okay with waiting in the line? You don’t need anything?”

“I’m fine, Thomas, really. You’re so doting, it almost makes me sick,” she said as she playfully pushed him, “stop being so damn adorable.”

“I just want to make my two favorite people are okay,” he said as they neared the front of the line and he started to pull out his wallet, “can you blame me for being a wonderful husband and father-to-be?”

“Shut up, Hiddleston,” she stuck her tongue at him and shook her head un amusement.

“I could say the same to you, Hiddleston,” he jilted at her, before smiling at the woman in the ticketing booth. He lapsed into perfect French as he bought tickets for them. Y/N watched him, a small smile on her face as she listened to soft voice. He gave her a curious look as he put his wallet away, catching her staring at him, “what? Why are you staring?”

“Nothing,” she said as they headed deeper into the museum, “it’s just your face.”

“What about my face?”

“I like it,” she said as he shook his head with silent laughter, “it’s my favorite.”

Y/N stifled a yawn as the two of them exiting the Egyptian exhibit. She had been wanting to see the exhibit for many years, having focused years of her studies on Egypt. She could barely contain her excitement, spending copious amounts of time looking over everything. She knew Tom wasn’t as interested in this type of stuff as she was, but she never once felt like he was bored or she was holding him back.

“Getting tired, sleepyhead?” he asked as she defiantly shook her head. He chuckled to himself and put his arm around her shoulders, “we could take a break, if you need to.”

“Hmm,” she sighed as she realized her feet were starting to get pretty tired, “yeah, that might be a good idea. I didn’t realize this place was so big.”

“Indeed it is,” he said as they took a took a seat on one of the benches that lined the large hallway filled with statutes from throughout the renaissance period, “take as long as you need.”

“This whole place is amazing,” she said as she looked over one of the statues, gently running a hand over one of them, “so much history. All in one place - it really makes you realize how small and insignificant we really. It’s unlikely we’ll ever be remembered hundreds of years from now, but these people will live on forever, immortalized in marble.”

She noticed after a few moments that he hadn’t responded to her and she looked around before spying him sitting across the hall, a small sketchbook in his hands. She stuck her tongue out at him and he just shook his head.

“Stay there for a moment love,” he called back at her as he continued to work rapidly in his little book. She rolled her eyes at him, but she loved when he got lost in his sketching. He worked in silence for a bit more as she got up and inspected some more of the statues.

“Are you almost done?” she asked as she waved at him to get his attention. He nodded in response as he closed his book and tucked it back into his coat pocket. He pulled out his phone and snapped a quick, candid picture of Y/N, saving it and quickly posting it to Instagram as he walked back over to her, “what were you doing?”

“Nothing,” he said innocently, shrugging his shoulder as Y/N felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out and saw a notification from Tom, opening it and smiling when she saw the picture and his caption.

“You really are something else,” she shook her head, a huge grin on her face, “thanks for making me look good though.”

“It doesn’t take much with your beauty,” he said as he kissed the top of her head. She hugged him and tried to reach into his pocket to grab his book, but he pulled away, shaking his head at her, “I don’t think so, missy.”

“Oh come on, please let me see!” she begged and gave him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. He reluctantly gave in, and pulled it out and showed it to her. Her jaw almost dropped as she looked at the beautiful picture of her, “Thomas, this is lovely.”

“You really like it?” he asked, almost worried that shouldn’t have liked it at all.

“Of course,” she smiled as she pulled him in for a hug, “this is wonderful. Thank you, you’re the best. Always making me look good. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know,” he said as she snuggled tighter against him, separated only by her small belly. They shared a laugh before he reached down and touched her belly, pausing to kiss her forehead.

“You’re such a romantic,” she laughed at him, “don’t ever change.”

“Don’t worry darling,” he promised, “I’ll be like this for you forever.”

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maybe-iam-awriter · 6 years ago

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Choices Ch. 2

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Word Count: 2485

Warning(s): Cussing, talk of parent’s fighting, arrests, violence

Summary: Being Reggie’s little sister wasn’t easy already. But being his sister and not agreeing with his hate towards the Southside was nearly impossible. Tensions are rising and Y/N needs to make some choices that could change her life drastically. This is still in 2x20.

A/N: First thing: I know the meeting Archie calls is at his garage but I’ve written it to be at Reggie’s house so it gives the Reader a chance to be there. Second: I’ve loved the response I’ve gotten from you guys! I didn’t expect people to read my stuff let alone react so nicely to it! Thank you

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Riverdale but I do own the OCs and the story is mine. I do not post anywhere but on this profile so if you see my stuff anywhere else let me know!

Side Note: If it seems like something in my fic is not mine or of original canon let me know! I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes!

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One

I parked in the driveway and stared at the house for a little bit. Both of my parent’s cars were there and the light to their bedroom was off. Guess they already fell asleep. I can’t remember the last time my parents and I had an actual conversation that lasted more than a minute. Instead of the expected silence, Reggie was there to greet me once I walked in the door.

“I really am sorry, Y/N/N. I didn’t mean to yell. This Black Hood being back just has me on edge and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” He pleaded. I just threw my arms around him. As stupid as he was, he was the family that stood by me and always took care of me.

“Please, just be careful. Like you said, the Black Hood is back and-and” I started to sob. Reggie pulled away slightly to look at me.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ll be careful, I promise” He smiled as he wiped some stray tears. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“So does that mean you’ll lay off the Serpents?” I asked hopefully. He rolled his eyes and looked at me for a while.

“Fine, I’ll try my best not to go after them as much.” He relented. It wasn’t perfect but I’ll take it! “Now, get to bed! We still have school tomorrow.” I allowed him to push me towards my bedroom.

The next morning was similar to the day before. Reggie making breakfast for the two of us and parents nowhere to be seen. The car ride was peaceful and as usual Reggie dropped me of at the bakery. I wasn’t too far from the school now. While I was sipping my delicious cup of coffee and enjoying my walk, the sound of a motorcycle caught my attention.

“Hey, Princess! Where’s your carriage?” Of course, I know of only one person to call me that. Sure enough, standing over his bike in his school uniform was Sweet Pea.

“Heya Sweets!” I greeted him as I walked towards him and his bike. “I actually enjoy walking to school, you know fresh air.”

“Guess why the bike is perfect. Fresh air and less time getting places.” He shrugs while gesturing to the motorcycle.

“Hmm, nope just not the same.” I took another sip of my coffee.

“Get on and try it out. Your life will change forever.” He tempted me.

“Ummm, I don’t know about you but if I show up to school on the back of a bike let alone a Serpent’s bike, I’d be killed.”

“Whatever you say, Northsider. Maybe one day.” He said before driving off. I looked at my watch and realized that if I didn’t hurry now I was going to be late. So I ran a lot quicker to school and I barely made it before the bell. Out of breath, I was walking into the school to hear the PA system go off instead of the bell.

“Attention, students. This is Principal Weatherbee. I need Fangs Fogarty to come to my office immediately.” The students were in uproar. Down the hallway, I could see Jughead and his serpent friend who I am assuming is Fangs looking panicked. Reggie appeared at the top of the stairs with his mob.

“You’re dead vixen killer!” He yelled before racing towards Fangs. So dramatic, I rolled my eyes. My eyes widened right after because the Sheriff and a few deputies ran past me to get to Fangs.

“Mr. Fogarty, you need to come with us.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Fangs said to the sheriff as he turned to walk away. He was met with Reggie. He pivoted again and tried to break through the sheriff and deputies. They just grabbed him and threw him against the wall while he squirmed. A clanking sound pulled everyone’s attention. His pocket knife fell to the ground. After a breath, the deputies holding Fangs threw him face down to the ground. As he was dragged out, I made eye contact with Sweet Pea. He looked furious. I looked back at Reggie and he looked so pleased with himself. Everyone was at a loss of what to do now that the action was all over.

“Get to class.” Principal Weatherbee ordered the rest of the students in the hall. The teachers must be insane if they think they could hold the attention of any student right now. They pretty much let us chat the whole period because they too were wondering what happens now. Once lunch came around, I made my way to the student lounge. Before I got there, I saw Sweet Pea at his locker.

“Hey, Sweet Pea!” He looked up and gave me a cold stare. “I’m sorry about your friend, Fangs.” He scoffed at me.

“The only reason you know his name is because he was just named the Black Hood.” He slammed his locker shut.

“But he isn’t, right?”

“Oh, so that’s why you want to talk to me. You just want to figure out if Fangs really did it. If he killed Midge? Tried to kill everyone else?” He was getting angrier. I took a step back on reflex.

“Hey, I could just jump on the bandwagon and say he did it. You’re right, I didn’t know his name before today. I don’t know him so I can’t say if he would or wouldn’t hurt Midge. That’s why I’m asking you. Did he kill Midge?” I stubbornly lifted my chin to stare him in the eye. He took a step closer to me and leaned in.

“No.” His breath hit my face. “You happy, Northsider?”

“No, I’m not happy. An innocent kid just got hauled away and is probably scared shitless. Nothing about this makes me happy.” He leaned back and studied me for a bit.

“Y/N!” I turned around and saw Archie in the pretty much empty hallway. “Uh, Reggie is looking for you” He kept glancing between me and Sweet Pea.

“Okay, I’ll be in there in a bit.” I looked back at Sweet Pea. “I’ll see you later.” I walked over to Archie as we headed to the lounge.

“What was that about? Was he giving you issues?” Archie fired at me as I got closer.

“It’s nothing. I wanted to talk to him.” Before I could finish my statement Archie was already talking.

“You should be careful.” “Why because all the serpents are Black Hoods? Maybe Jughead is in on it too.” I bit back at him. Archie hesitated before answering.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt. You know Reggie would be pissed if he heard you were talking to him.” We got to the door. Before we entered, I turned to Archie.

“I appreciate you looking out for me, I do. But could you not tell Reggie, you know, about me talking to Sweet Pea?” He was hesitant but he agreed. “Thank you.” With that we walked in to see the normal group of people in there- well minus Jughead. He was probably trying to do damage control. I wasn’t in the mood to talk with anyone considering they were all bashing Fangs and the rest of the serpents. Lunch ended and classes dragged on. It wasn’t until after school when I decided to voice my opinions on the whole thing.

“Vixen Killer? Really, Reg? What happened to not going after them as much?” I questioned as we drove home.

“That was before I knew one of them killed Midge!” He hit the steering wheel causing me to flinch. Reggie calmed down slightly after seeing this.

“But you don’t know that he killed her!”

“C’mon Y/N/N, you saw that video” He started but I interrupted him.

“Yes, the video where it proves Midge and him were possibly sleeping together. That doesn’t mean he killed her!”

“Why are you defending them? It’s clear he’s the one who did it.”

“No, Sweet Pea said-”

“You talked to Sweet Pea?” Well, shit.

“He’s not bad” Reggie scoffed at me.

“No, he’s just a gang member whose friend just got arrested for being a serial killer.” I rolled my eyes.

“Reggie you’re being ridiculous.”

“How?! Y/N, how am I being ridiculous?” I couldn’t keep my calm anymore.

“Hmm, let’s see, I know this guy. He’s just a teenager and he has a group of friends that are like family. Sure he gets into fights but he really is just a good kid. He was enjoying an extracurricular activity and being a student at Riverdale High until it was taken away from him just because of a group he is a part of. Now tell me Reggie, am I talking about Fangs and the Serpents or you and the Dark Circle?”

“We are completely different.”

“You’re right, he’s innocent of the crime he’s accused of.” I sneered at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He parked in front of the house and looked at me.

“Just that we all can’t be innocent because of Daddy’s checkbook.” I got out of the car without turning around.

“Y/N, you get your ass back here! I’m not done talking with you.”

“I am. I have work in an hour and need to get ready.” I shouted over my shoulders. My shift went by so quickly. Time sure flies when you’re angry. Considering the events of today, I guess it wasn’t too weird that the normal crowd of teenagers weren’t there today. Home was just as empty as Pops. Today was honestly one of the worst days I’ve ever experienced. Luckily, sleep came quickly and I was woken up the next morning by loud obnoxious knocking.

“Y/N, I need to talk to Reggie.” Archie demanded once I opened the door.

“Um, hold on, I’ll get him.” I gestured for him to come back down. I knocked on Reggie’s door before opening it. “Hey, Reg. Archie is in the living room asking for you.” He sat up in his bed and nodded at me. I was about to walk out when I saw a black hood and pocket knife on his chair. Reggie must have seen my gaze.

“Y/N/N, it’s not what it looks like.” He walked towards me.

“Really, because it looks pretty damn incriminating. I’ll be in the living room.” I muttered as I walked out. “He’ll be here in a second.”

“I hope you don’t mind I called the rest of the bulldogs to come meet here.” I nodded and headed to the kitchen. Looks like I got a football team to make breakfast for. Not too long after, the whole gang was there eating while I cleaned up the kitchen.

“Have you guys lost your minds?” Archie started his meeting off. This definitely caught my attention as I eavesdropped. “Vandalizing the Southside?”

“We were celebrating Fangs’ arrest!” Reggie defended himself.

“That’s not something to celebrate, you idiot! He didn’t do it.” Archie yelled back at him. I threw my hands up and made a mocking face where no one could see me in the kitchen.

“Archie, he had a knife on him!” Kevin Keller spoke up.

“Okay, we’re not having this argument, you guys. The Circle is officially disbanded.” Reggie scoffed at Archie as he got in his face.

“That’s not your decision to make, dude. You’re not the one paying us. Hiram is.” Archie took a step back confused.

“Wait...Mr. Lodge is paying you?” He looked around. My heart dropped to my stomach. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Yeah, he’s the one that suggested we go out and have a little fun.” Reggie’s words only made me sicker. “Said you might’ve started the Dark Circle but it was mine now.” I couldn’t listen any longer. I grabbed my bag and rushed to the door. “Y/N wait!”

“Why? I don’t have anything to worry about remember, the Black Hood was caught.” I shot at him as I walked out the door. I was walking aimlessly now. How could Reggie be so stupid?! Getting in bed with a mobster, heading a group of-of well terrorists! I should’ve paid more attention because I would’ve noticed I wasn’t on the Southside anymore.

“Oh, what does the princess have to cry about?” Sweet Pea’s voice rang. I looked around confused before I realized he was talking to me. My hand touched my cheek to find that I was in fact crying.

“I-I didn’t even notice.” I trailed off.

“Well, let me guess you’re crying over your slashed tires. Oh right, you don’t have slashed tires. We do.” His voice was once again cold.

“I heard about that now actually.” I pushed my hair back in frustration. “I can’t believe Reggie.”

“Really? Can’t believe that Reggie Mantle, the guy who has been picking a fight with the Serpents every chance he got, wouldn’t slash our tires and set a dumpster on fire?” Sweet Pea scoffed.

“No, I can definitely believe that. I just, Reggie’s my big brother.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “We got into a pretty bad fight yesterday. We never yell at each other you know because well our-our parents. That-That’s all they did uh did when they were home. Sure, we don’t hear them fight as much anymore but that’s because they’re not home and well, shit I’m rambling now.” I babbled on and I looked up at Sweet Pea to see his face softened a bit. His hand reached up and I flinched back. He hesitated before wiping a tear off my cheek. He withdrew slowly.

“What was the fight about?” I bit my lip at his question.

“Well, it was actually kind of about you. Which is why I’m guessing he had no problem going after you. Apparently Hiram Lodge hired the Dark Circle which by the way is its own monster. Archie has no control of it anymore. Reggie has pretty much taken over. Lodge is the one who told them to screw with you guys last night.” I was rambling once again. Sweet Pea’s jaw was clenched. “I’m making this worse aren’t I?”

“We knew the Lodges’ hands weren’t completely clean from this but it was only a suspicion. The only reason why the sheriff is holding Fangs is because of the pocketknife. They can’t make anything stick, so he’ll probably be released. We’ve been told to lay low so no one could pin anything on us.”

“That’s not gonna be pretty. Some of this town is out for Fangs’ blood.”

“I know.”

“Well, I’m working tonight at Pops but let me know if you need anything.” I took out a scrap of paper from my bag and wrote my number on it. Sweet Pea took it slowly while nodding. “I gotta go back home and get ready for my shift. I’m sorry about this huge mess.”

“It’s not your fault. And I uh I’m sorry about treating you like it was. You know, you’re not too bad for a Northsider.” He gave me a small smirk.

“And you’re not too bad for a Southsider.” I threw back with my own smirk.

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minhoinator · 6 years ago

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By My Side, A Hogwarts AU (18/75)

special treat - “Ugh...”

Minho glanced away from The Standard Book of Spells to look at Kibum for a second. He was digging around in Grandma’s latest care package, and Minho turned the page when he sighed again. “Something wrong?”

Kibum pulled out a pumpkin pastie with a frown, and Minho instantly frowned in return. “It’s the last one.”

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“Ugh...”

Kibum pulled out a pumpkin pastie with a frown, and Minho instantly frowned in return. “It’s the last one.”

He leaned back against the wall of the closet, the tiny flames from the candles on the shelves wavering. Another long sigh and he split it in half, holding one part out to Minho. Reluctantly, Minho took it and Kibum licked the cinnamon glaze off his fingers before he started to eat his.

“Okay, so you said you were having problems with the spell today?”

Minho’s shoulders sunk and he flipped back a couple pages in his textbook. “Yeah, with the pronunciation.” He clenched his jaw when he found Alohomora on the page. They learned this last year, so why was he still having problems with it?

“S’okay,” Kibum said around his mouthful of pumpkin pastie. “Latin is hard.” Minho let out a huff of a laugh, and Kibum chuckled as he finished his half of the pastry. “So, Flitwick was explaining more about the history of Alohomora and its uses today. I was taking good notes if you weren’t able to follow it?”

“I’ve been doing better with Charms lately.”

Kibum beamed at him before he brought Minho’s textbook over between them. “Do you remember the wand movements?” Minho nodded and Kibum gestured to his backpack.

After a catastrophic ink spill last year, they both decided to not use quills when they were up in their study closet. Mom had bought him two packs of pens when they went shopping for school supplies, and now, that’s all they used. Kibum clicked the pen several times as he brought Minho’s textbook fully onto his lap. “Uh-low-huh-mor-uh,” he said slowly as he wrote out each syllable, passing the book back to Minho.

Minho squinted at the pronunciation guide. “A...loho...mora.”

“Yeah, you’ve got it! Do it again.”

“A-alohomora. Alohomora!”

“See? You remember it!” Minho stared at the pronunciation guide, hiding his small smile. “Were you able to follow when O’Neely was talking about yetis?”

“Mostly.”

“Hmm...okay.” Kibum turned, shuffling through his textbooks for his notes.

They studied for quite a while until Minho was struggling to keep his eyes open and Kibum was yawning more often than he was speaking. Eventually, they started to pack up their books and straighten up the little study closet. When Kibum scooted forward to grab one of his parchment scraps, Minho glanced over at the box Grandma had sent.

Was that her address written on the wrapping?

While he knew Kibum’s address, Minho still didn’t have it memorized. Plus, the polaroid with it written on the back was back home and hiding under his pillow. Kibum was still leaning forward, arranging his books in his arms, so Minho slipped behind him and grabbed the empty care package. He tucked it away in his backpack before Kibum even noticed.

Soon, they were on their way from the seventh floor to the basement. They parted ways at the corner, their tired goodnight’s echoing down the empty corridors.

Once Minho was in his dorm room, he rummaged around beneath his bed for the notebook he used to write letters to his parents.

“You’re writing a letter now?” Gilbert whispered as he crawled under his covers, and Minho nodded. “But it’s almost ligh -- “

Before he could even finish saying lights out, the lanterns posted around the room dimmed, their flames soaking back into their wicks. Minho felt around his nightstand for his wand, and once he found it, said Lumos before he ducked under his own covers to block the light so the others could sleep. He popped his wand sideways into his mouth, holding it there so he could have both his hands free.

After a couple of clicks of his pen, he started to write.

Dear Grandma,

Hi! It’s just Minho this time. I hope you’re having a nice day when you get this letter. The reason I’m writing is because I was wondering if you could send me your recipe for pumpkin pasties? They’re the best and I love them but Kibum loves them more. We ran out today and he was sad and I was thinking that it would be nice if I could learn how to make them because they make him really happy and some days are hard here at Hogwarts and you might not know about it right away and anyways I think he’d really like them.

If you don’t want to share the recipe that’s okay I understand.

Thanks and I love you!

Minho

P.S. This is a secret so please don’t tell Kibum

He took his wand out of his mouth and tapped it on his chin as he re-read the letter. “Sounds good to me.” Carefully, he tore the page out of the notebook and folded it into thirds. “Nox,” he said before he pulled the covers back, and set the letter and his wand on the nightstand.

“Night,” Gilbert whispered.

“Good night.” Minho curled in and nestled his head in his pillow. He stared at the silvery moonbeam cutting through the darkness until his eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep.

The next morning, he woke quickly -- well, quicker than usual -- and was to and back from the owlery before breakfast started. His letter was well on its way to Grandma in the talons of Geum-nun. Hopefully, it would reach her by tomorrow.

Each day, when the owls would arrive, Minho would carefully watch for the arrival of his charcoal owl, but day after day after day, she didn’t appear.

Not until five days later.

A thick brown envelope plopped onto his plate of eggs and toast, and Minho thanked Geum-nun before she flew away. He tore into the letter, and skimmed the contents.

Dearest Minho,

You don’t know how happy I was to receive your letter! I am having a good day and your letter made it better still. I hope when Geum-nun returns that your day is also going well.

As for the recipe, of course I am happy to share. It’s sort of a family secret, but I think I can make an exception for you. Just be sure to read the instructions carefully! And if you need any help, don’t be afraid to write me. Or, you could even ask one of the kitchen elves. They’re very good at their job.

Good luck, my love! I’m sure you’ll do well with them.

Love,

Grandma

Minho smiled as he peeked into the envelope, seeing the card with the recipe.

“Is that from your parents?”

He jumped at the sound of Kibum’s voice and shoved the letter and envelope into his pocket. “What?”

Kibum’s brow furrowed as he chuckled. “The letter. Did your parents write to you?”

“Yes, uh...Minseok got first place at the science fair.”

Kibum squinted at him, his eyes darting down to his pocket for a second. “Ready to head to Transfiguration?”

“Yeah.”

Grandma’s letter and recipe seemed to burn a hole in Minho’s pocket during Transfiguration. All he wanted to do was pull it out and read it, but with Kibum right there...

He waited until Kibum disappeared behind the stairwell on his way up to Charms to pull the parchment out. As he skimmed the recipe, the furrow in his brow deepened.

This was going to be harder than he thought. Hopefully, Sookey would help him.

The rest of the day followed his usual routine -- class then lunch then classes again then practice with the team (even though the season was over, Tanner still wanted to keep their skills fresh in their minds) and finally going over today’s lessons with Kibum. Once they said their goodnights and Kibum was well on his way down the Slytherin corridor, Minho ducked down the hallway to the kitchen and let himself inside.

It was always eerie to be in the kitchen alone. Minho didn’t visit the kitchen often, and when he did there was usually a house elf or two to keep him company and point him in the right direction.

Out of all the Houses at Hogwarts, Hufflepuff had the unique right to enter the kitchen whenever they wished. When Rhys explained it last year, he mentioned an agreement between Helga Hufflepuff and the house elves that her students would always be allowed access, unless they disobeyed the house elves instructions. Her reasoning was that cooking was an important skill to have and that they should have the resources to do so. There were conditions, of course. The first was that they were to respect the rules of the house elves and help them if asked, and the second was to always clean up after themselves.

Many a Hufflepuff in Minho’s almost-two years at Hogwarts would go on a midnight snack run. Several would even sit at one of the magic tables and work on their homework. As for himself? He usually came to the kitchen to make hot cocoa after a stressful day.

Minho dug into his pocket, fishing out Grandma’s recipe as he walked over to the butcher block countertops. He heaved himself up onto the counter and smoothed the recipe out on his knee as he read through it again. He mumbled his way through the ingredients, pausing when he came to the instructions.

“Rub...the butter...into the flour mixture?” His forehead scrunched. “What does that even mean?” He skimmed the rest of the instructions for the dough and followed the tiny arrow to the margin where Grandma penned an aside.

Do be sure to chill the dough for at least an hour, dear. Often times, I will let it rest overnight.

“I guess I can just make the dough tonight?”

He set the recipe down on the counter before he walked over to the pantry. After a second of staring at the myriad ingredients, Minho walked back over to where he left the recipe and grabbed it.

“Flour, salt -- “ He grabbed them both off of the shelves, going up on his tiptoes to reach the can of salt. “Butter...” Minho rearranged the flour and salt in his arms as he reached for the tub of butter in the icebox. He set them down on the counter before he made his way to the sink, getting a cup of cold water.

Mom never really baked at home, and when she did, she never let Minho help. Well, one time she did. He had begged her to let him help with Dad’s birthday cake, but in the end, he had ended up accidentally burning the cake to an absolute crisp.

To say he was nervous about this was an understatement.

But, one thing working in his favor was that Kibum didn’t know. So he wasn’t expecting Minho to produce perfect pumpkin pasties by tomorrow. Or ever. He could take his time if he wanted to.

Which, he did.

Sighing, he started searching for a scale, and found one of the older ones that Professor Slughorn would use sometimes in Potions. At least he was somewhat familiar with that. Cradling the scale in one arm, Minho grabbed as many of the weights as he could hold and went back to where he had the ingredients. He placed a large bowl on one end and leveled it out on the other with the weights.

“Three hundred grams,” he said as he started spooning flour into the bowl. He watched the scale carefully, and once it leveled, he added the next set of weights and weighed out the salt. “Cube the butter?” Frowning, Minho looked around for a knife, but he wasn’t sure where the house elves kept them. Eventually, he shrugged and started tearing the butter into the bowl.

Once the block of butter was distributed, he stirred it around in the flour with his finger. “Rub the butter...” He picked up a chunk between his fingers, rubbing it into the flour. “Maybe?” Putting both hands into the bowl, he started rubbing them together, mixing the flour and the butter until it started coming together. He squeezed a bit in his hand and dropped the clump into the bowl.

“I...think that’s ready?”

When adding the water, do it a little bit at a time. You just need enough for the dough to come together. It should stick together but not be sticky.

He took the cup in one hand, stirring the flour mixture with the other as he started to pour the water. It was a slow process, probably slower than it needed to be, but eventually, the dough started -- maybe? -- looking right.

“Cover and chill for at least an hour. Uh...” He looked around for saran wrap, knowing full well that there would not be any at Hogwarts. “What spell did Sookey use?” After about ten minutes of searching, Minho found the spellbook and flipped through it, stopping after a couple of turns.

Use Segetenvis when you need to preserve leftovers until another time.

“What are the wand motions?” He scanned the page, finding none. “Swish and flick it is, then.” He grabbed his wand from his back pocket and pointed it at the ball of dough. “Segetenvis!”

A clear, slightly iridescent bubble shot out of his wand tip and enveloped the dough ball. There was a little whistle -- the last of the air escaping, he thought -- as the bubble sealed itself. He picked it up and carried it to the icebox, feeling somewhat proud of himself.

About five minutes later, he had cleaned up his mess and was on his way to his room. Just in time, too, as the lights dimmed as he was sliding into bed. His dormmates muttered their goodnights, and Minho smiled to himself, already imagining Kibum’s reaction to the pumpkin pasties.

“What are you so happy about?” Kibum asked as Minho sat down next to him after breakfast the next morning. He squinted in disbelief when Minho shrugged. “Does a girl like you or something?”

“What?” Minho’s smile faltered, looking over at Kibum. “What are you talking about?”

Kibum went back to his breakfast. “I don’t know. You’re just acting weird.”

“You always say I’m weird, though.” Minho smiled again when Kibum rolled his eyes to look at him. “I’m just happy.”

“That’s good.”

The bell rang, and they were off to Transfiguration.

The day passed by relatively smoothly, even though Minho felt like he might have failed his Potions quiz. At least it wasn’t the final. He hurried to the kitchen once he and Kibum were done studying for the night.

Once again, he found it empty. Minho smoothed his recipe on the countertop closest to the icebox and got right to work -- rolling out the dough as thin as he could. He had to stand up on his tiptoes to be able to roll it out, and his arms and legs were aching by the time he was satisfied.

Heaving a heavy sigh, he went off around the kitchen in search of a pan to bake the pumpkin pasties on. After quite a bit of shuffling and clanging, he found the pans he was looking for. He tucked them under his arm and hurried back to his counter, grabbing a porcelain bowl and a steak knife on his way.

He set the bowl down on the dough, tracing around the lip with the steak knife to make a practically perfect circle. He lifted the bowl, smiling to himself until he tried to lift the circle and transfer it to the pan.

It stuck.

Like, it was glued to the counter. He peeled it up, but it tore in several places. Crumpling up his failed first attempt, he tried again, only to have it happen. Again and again. Frowning, he pulled the recipe closer to him with dough-caked fingers and read it over again.

“Oh...flour first.”

Minho scraped up the dough as best he could, using the back of the blade for the particularly stuck spots. Once he got the flour, he dusted it over the surface and rolled it out again. He lifted the edge to make sure it didn’t stick and heaved a relieved sigh when it didn’t. He cut and transferred the circles to the pan, smoothing the little holes that appeared when he moved them.

“I guess I can make the filling now.”

It took longer than Minho would have liked to find all the ingredients for the filling, as it was dimly lit and the labels of the spices were hard for him to read. Once he had weighed and mixed them all, he plopped heaping spoonfuls on each circle of dough and folded them over, pressing his fingertip along the edge, like the recipe said.

He proudly carried both pans over to the oven, setting one down to open the door. The oven, Minho remembered Sookey mentioning, was cantankerous and was always preheated because the house elves did not have the patience to try to coax it to heat up every morning. He slid both pans into the oven and closed the door.

Instead of going to sit and wait, Minho stood in front of the oven, watching the pasties back through the yellowed glass of the window. The dough puffed up slightly, hopefully turning a nice golden brown.

As they continued to bake, however, his shoulders sunk. He watched the filling leak out through the seam and the cracks in the dough. It bubbled and pooled around the pasties until he was sure there was none left inside.

Minho grabbed the nearest towel and pulled the pans out of the oven, tossing the failed pasties into the nearest trash bin. He cleaned up his mess within ten minutes and was on his way to his room, Grandma’s recipe crumpled in his fist.

It was several days before he tried again.

This time, he told Kibum he wasn’t feeling well and that he couldn’t study that night. Kibum said he wasn’t feeling well either, and it would be good for them to get some extra rest. When Kibum was out of sight, Minho rushed to the kitchen, catching the house elves as they were cleaning up. Sookey waved to him, and he waved right back before he went over to the “Hufflepuff” table. He leaned against the edge while he waited.

There came a series of snaps and pops behind him, and Minho turned to find that Sookey was the only elf who remained, and she was standing on the table. “What can Sookey do for you, sir?”

She sat on the table beside Minho when he pulled out the recipe, she read it through twice, making comments as she did, and teleported back over to the kitchen. Minho jogged over to meet her as she was bringing all the necessary ingredients over to the counter. He rolled up his sleeves and started mixing the flour once she weighed everything. He followed every word she said, feeling much better about the finished dough once it was safe in the icebox.

“Now, while the dough chills, we’ll start on the filling.”

She showed him how to mix the filling thoroughly, which, he was pleased that he had gotten right the first time. While they waited for the dough to be ready, Sookey explained more about the process. Ah, he saw where he went wrong before. He didn’t seal the pasties properly and that’s why the filling leaked everywhere.

When the dough was ready, it didn’t take long for them to get the pasties in the oven and baking. Sookey had directed him to seal and brush them in what was called an egg wash, and they seemed to be browning up nicely. Once Minho could distinctly smell the pumpkin, Sookey directed him to pull the pans out of the oven and let them cool.

“You can finish these off with the glaze tomorrow, sir, once they’re cool.”

“Thank you so much for your help, Sookey. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

She smiled as she bowed slightly. “It’s always a pleasure for Sookey to help you, sir.” With that, she winked out of the kitchen with just a flash of light and a quiet snap.

Minho stood still, waiting for her to reappear after a couple of seconds, as she was known to be forgetful. When she didn’t reappear, he hurried to clean up and grabbed a semi-cooled pastie on his way out. He hummed to himself as he ate it, happy that it tasted almost exactly like Grandma’s did.

Kibum would be so pleased.

The next morning, Minho was very distracted at breakfast, as he was constantly checking to see if Kibum had arrived yet. He hadn’t, not even by the end of breakfast, so he found Aaron when they were on their way to Transfiguration and pulled him aside.

“Where’s Kibum?”

“Oh, that’s what I was forgetting!” Aaron slipped inside the classroom and Minho followed on his heels. “Sorry, he’s sick!”

“Sick?” Oh, right, he had mentioned not feeling well last night.

“It’s nothing serious. Just a cold, I think.” Minho sunk into his seat, hugging his backpack before he set it in Kibum’s usual spot. “He’ll be okay.”

“Yeah.”

In between taking diligent notes to share with Kibum later, Minho kept checking the clock on the side of the room and had his books packed up five minutes early. Once the bell rang, he was out the door and running to the kitchen. The house elves all stopped what they were doing as he ran inside. He stuffed as many pasties into his robe pocket as he could and was out the door as quick as he came and was on his way to the infirmary.

He skidded to a stop inside, startling Madam Pomfrey and Kibum, who was tucked into the third bed on the left.

“Do you need more aereveli leaves, dear?” Pomfrey asked as Minho started walking toward Kibum’s bed.

“No, thank you. My head is feeling much better now.”

Kibum sniffled and wiped his nose with one of Pomfrey’s handkerchiefs as Minho sat down on the side of his bed. “What are you doing here?”

“Heard you were sick.” Minho glanced over his shoulder; Pomfrey was busy tending to one of the other students. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pumpkin pastie. “I made you these last night.”

“You did?” His eyes were wide as Minho pushed it into his hands and reached for another one.

“Yeah. Grandma gave me the recipe.”

“She -- “ Kibum took a small bite of it as Minho placed another two beside him on the bed. “You did a really good job!”

Minho grabbed the last one out of his pocket when Kibum took another bite and set it beside the others. He brushed the flakes of the crust off on his trousers and looked down at the pasties. “Oh no! I forgot the glaze!”

“It’s okay, Choi, don’t worry. These are...they’re perfect, thank you.”

Minho beamed at him, relaxing as Kibum took another bite, only for the bell to ring a second later. “Gotta go! I’ll take good notes for you, okay!”

“Okay!”

* - * - *

“Sit up for me?”

Kibum rubbed his bleary eyes and pushed himself up, holding back the hair on his forehead as Madam Pomfrey checked his temperature.

“Feeling any better?”

“Mm, a little.”

Pomfrey went over to her cabinet of potions and poured one of them into a teaspoon. “Take this and go back to sleep. You should be right as rain in the morning.”

“Okay.”

She dimmed the lantern beside his bed and walked over to check on Charity Mills, who was quarantined for chicken pox. Kibum watched them for a second before he tucked himself back into bed. He slid his hand beneath his pillow, found one of the pasties Minho had brought him earlier and held onto it until he saw that Charity’s lantern was dimmed. Once the door clicked shut behind Madam Pomfrey, Kibum started to eat the pastie, sighing happily at the first bite.

Minho really had done a good job. It was slightly saltier than Kibum remembered, but that could be because of the lack of Grandma’s usual cinnamon glaze. It was just…so sweet – no pun intended – that Minho went out of his way to learn how to make them.

Whatever made Minho want to learn how to bake and whatever possessed Grandma to relinquish one of her family-secret recipes, Kibum might never know.

Whatever it was, he was very grateful.

#Minkey #SHINee au #SHINeefic #SHINee fics #hogwarts!minkey au #mine #my writing #ff: by my side #sorry for how long this chapter took #i've been a touch distracted as of late and it's been hard to focus on writing #lol #okay so how Minho burned his dad's cake is #his mom had just finished making the ganache for the chocolate butter cream and had yet to turn the burner off #Minho who was unaware #took the cakes out of the oven and set one of them on the hot burner #technically it wasn't his fault because he didn't know #but his mom didn't let him back into the kitchen unless it was to set the table or do dishes #which he was more than fine with #this is not a very excited or even eventful chapter #so i'm sorry about the long wait just for Minho baking #but it is a fairly major component of the rest of the story #and sorry if i went into too much detail with the whole baking part of this #i am a pastry chef so it just sorta.....comes out lmao

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