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Bi-ased
Jonah x Reader
You come out as bi to Jonah. It takes a lot of effort.
âIs there something you want to tell me?â Jonah asked, his gaze unwavering as he looked at you from across the table.Â
You squirmed in your seat. Were you that obvious?
You had tried to work up the courage to tell him for the better part of two days now, but somehow the words would not leave your lips. It was making you anxious and stressing you out because you wanted to tell him, and your nervousness was, quite frankly, entirely absurd.
He had come out to you as pan a while ago, and so offhandedly that you nearly missed it. To him, it must not have been a great deal at all â or maybe he was just immensely comfortable around you â and while you loved him greatly, there was still a part of you that descended into panic when you thought about telling him you were bi.
It was not that you were anxious about his reaction â you knew he would smile fondly and thank you â but the act of telling him. Coming out, especially to a person who meant the world to you, was never easy.Â
âIââ you stuttered, averting your gaze to the plate of pasta he had cooked. âNo.â
Jonah narrowed his eyes. âReally?â he began, tilting his head, âbecause you have been squeamish recently and I see you open your mouth to begin a conversation only to snap it shut a moment later.â
âMaybe you looked wrong,â you said, taking a sip of water to distract yourself from the nervousness you felt boiling up again. Your hands were clammy, and your heart felt like it wanted to carve its way out of your chest. You felt sick from anxiety.
Something must have shown on your face because Jonah put down his fork to take your hands in his. âHey,â he said gently, concern shining in his eyes, âyouâre alright. There is no need to tell me anything you donât want to, babe.â
You sighed. âI know,â you murmured.Â
If you didnât do it now, you felt like the words would never leave your lips. Jonah looked so comforting and genuine, the corner of his mouth twisting into a minuscule smile as you searched his gaze. He squeezed your hands reassuringly. That was the final push you needed.
âIâmââ you cleared your throat. Shit. You felt your heart hammering in your chest and your hands trembling slightly in his grip.
Jonah smiled, hiding his concern in favor of reassuring you. âYou can tell me anything,â he said, massaging small circles into the back of your hands as he felt them tremble. âTake your time.â
You sat there in silence, concentrating on his touch. The only sound you heard was the clock ticking away noisily on the wall next to you, and your gradually slowing heartbeat. With every second ticking by, it felt like the words got harder and harder to say. It felt as if you had missed your window to tell him.Â
There was something within you that did not dare to break the silence, and you closed your eyes to fight back the tears of frustration stinging in them.Â
This was not how you had wanted this to go. You had planned to drop it casually, maybe when it came up in one of the series you watched with him, maybe when he made a joke about his own queerness. You wanted him to know what you identified as. You wanted to share that part of your identity with him and you knew that he would love you all the more for it. So why was this so hard?
âI can hear you beat yourself up over this,â he whispered, raising your hands to his lips and placing a kiss against each knuckle. âWould you like me to help?â
You swallowed thickly, taking another deep breath as your heart picked up again. âHelp how?â you asked, not meeting his eyes. The warmth washing over you at his gentle kisses did nothing to ease your anxiety.Â
He hummed, thinking up something. âLetâs play it like a guessing game,â he said, shooting you a calming smile. His patience was inexhaustible when it came to you, and you saw all the love and care he had for you in his fond expression. âThat way you donât have to say it, but you can tell me.â
You nodded, squeezing his hand as you waited for the first question.Â
Jonah thought for a moment, looking at the pasta. âIs it about sexuality or gender?â he asked.
âSexuality,â you said, biting your lip. âHow did you know?âÂ
He chuckled, looking up at you. âIâve been there,â he said. âIt might not have looked like it, but it took me a while to come out to you. I was so nervous I donât think I slept well for days after making up my mind about it. How many stripes does your flag have?â
You looked at him in shock. From the way he had said it, you never would have guessed that it took him any effort at all to reveal that part of his identity to you. âI didnât know,â you said, suddenly feeling stupid for not recognizing his struggle.Â
âIâve been told I hide my nervousness well,â he said lightly, squeezing your hand. âDonât worry about it.â
âThree,â you said, a part of you eager now to tell him.Â
Jonah thought for a moment, going through the pride flags in his head. âAre we the same?â he asked.Â
âNo, thereâs a difference,â you replied, fiddling with his fingers.Â
âOh,â Jonah exhaled. You looked up at him to find the fond smile you had expected. âPink, purple, and blue?âÂ
âYes, Iâm bi,â you said, finding the term to roll off your lips almost easily now.Â
âThatâs great! I love you,â he said, beaming. He released your hands to get up, circling the table and pulling you into a tight hug. âThank you for telling me,â Jonah said, holding you tightly against his chest and allowing you to bury your head in the crook of his neck. âI know itâs not easy. Thank you so much for trusting me with this, babe. I am so proud of you.â
Your arms tightened around him and you felt tears of gratitude blur your vision as you took in his words. You knew that you could rely on him for anything, you would always be safe with him. Jonah loved you as you were, and you loved him the same.Â
#happy pride yall#I love you all so much#originally planned to release this on June 1st#but I did not finish it in time#since I took a look around the uni I plan to attend this fall#so pardon the slight delay#sakuverse#zsakuva#jonah x reader#jonah#jonah zsakuva
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bleak horizons iii.
summary *. â âÂ·Ë opening up it's not easy, isn't it?
warnings *. â âÂ·Ë depression, self-harm mention, and disordered eating (not explicitly mentioned but you can clearly see it's there)
author notes *. â âÂ·Ë helloooo welcome to part 3!!!!!! i think this might be the last part (if u have an idea on how this can continue feel free to tell me. u can send a request or just leave the idea in the comments). also just saying, this stuff is based on MY issues and experiences with mental health, so this might not be truthful to everyone. my insta is @/starsfinder_ if anyone wants to vent or just talk :))
remember you're not alone if you're going through a shitty moment, trust me!! ik everyone says to ask for help, and even if that's soo fucking true i know some people are not listened (even if that's literally a fucking RIGHT). so, as i said, you can dm me <33 take care of yourselves pleaseee. can't stress enough how much i want y'all to know you're not alone. hi. hello. i care!!!!!!!! and i'm here!!!!!! so please listen to me when i say everything's going to be alright :)) i love youuuuuu
also, sorry for any mistakes. i'm sooo tired rn lmao
pt1 â pt2 â pt3
I told you a lie, désolé, mon amour
I'm trying my best, don't know what's in store
The next week, I stepped out of therapy crying. I got into the car, slamming the door.
âHey,â Ellie says softly, looking at me with her hands resting on the wheel, her gaze full of worry. âYou okay?â
âDrive.â
âButââ
âJust drive.â
âOkay.â
Ellie starts driving. I wipe my tears, feeling overwhelmed. My mother had called yesterday and made me feel like shit. I wasn't doing my best at school. Ellie and I hadn't gone out since Christmas. So basically, everything was shit. I've also had urges to relapse, and they're just not going away.
I cry. Ellie drives. This is okay. It's okay. Except that it's not, and I haven't told my therapist anything about myself yet. My mother hasn't spoken to me in weeks, and my father sent a cat video on WhatsApp this morning. And Ellieâs knuckles are turning white from how hard sheâs gripping the wheel, which makes my heart ache because I know she cares. It makes me want to tell her everything, but the words are stuck in my throat, and I can't seem to get them out.
We arrive at the apartment a couple of minutes later. Ellie doesnât immediately open the doors, and I've calmed down enough to answer when she asks, âBaby? Are you feeling okay?â
I nod, looking away. The people that I see walking around look sad.
âIâm fine.â
âItâs okay if youâre not, though,â she says. I stay quiet, doubting it. Ellie nudges me with her elbow, looking for an answer. âHey.â
âYeah,â I say. âI know.â
Ellie pats me on the thigh before getting out of the car. I get out, too. I don't bother eating dinner that night; I just go straight to bed and fall asleep.
The next few days felt monotonous. I've fallen back into my sadness, the type that isn't bitter but sweet. It doesn't make me want to relapse. It makes me want to stay in bed more hours than I'd like, takes my appetite away, and leaves me feeling nothing but numbness.
I wake up, go to work, study, attend uni, come home, and sleep. The cycle repeats and repeats, and I'm so, so very tired.
Today, I took the day off. I knew I was too tired to do anything, so I planned to rot in bed. Ellie knocks on the door, but I don't answer. I hear the door creak open and the light from the living room creeping in.
"Hey," Ellie says, her voice coming from behind me. "Mind if I lay next to you?"
"It's fine," I say with a hoarse voice. I feel the bed sink at my side, and then Ellie is behind me, wrapping her arm around my torso and nuzzling her face into my neck, leaving a kiss right there. I feel cozy and comfortable. I don't know if this will last. I hope it does because it's a feeling I've never experienced beforeâsomeone comforting me? That has never happened.
"Do you want to talk about what's going on?" she asks. I stay quiet. "I care about you. I'm worried."
I do want to talk about it, but at the same time, I don't.
"I'm fine."
"You always say that⊠You haven't gotten out of bed since you came from work, and the frozen lasagna you were going to make for yourself last weekend has been in the fridge since then." She stays quiet for a second, her fingertips caressing my arm. "You're not doing fine, baby."
Millions of thoughts go through my head. Thoughts I don't say. I don't want her to leave; I don't want her to see how I feel.
"I'm trying, though." It's easy to say since Ellie isn't looking at my face directly. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes. I blink them away; I blink, blink, and blink again. Fast.
Ellie stays quiet, her breath tickling my neck. She kisses the back of my head again, her hand holding mine. I hold it to my chest. "I know. But you don't have to be alone in this."
That hits me like a truck. I wasn't expecting to be held by her, let alone her saying I don't have to be alone. A tear falls from my eye, landing on the pillow. I sniff, and Ellie holds me tighter, not saying anything. She tucks a strand of hair behind my ear with her free hand and kisses my temple.
"I'm sorry," I say, in a moment of pathetic weakness. She hugs me even closer.
"Hey, no. Don't apologize. C'mon, turn around."
I let go of her hand, turning around. Her left hand cups my face and she kisses my cheek, then my forehead, and then she kisses the tears that fall on my cheeks. When she pulls away, she gives me a small smile, "You're going to be okay."
She doesn't want you. She's your friend; she doesn't want you. She will fall in love with you, not your brain nor your scars, and when she finds out about the way you think, she'll leave.
I wake up on Ellie's chest, it feels good to be comforted, I've found. Her phone is on the nightstand, so I just reach it and look at the time. It's eight o'clock. I've fallen asleep for two hours. I try to make myself more comfortable on her chest, attempting not to wake her, but my movements fail and she stirs.
"Hey," she says, her voice still laced with sleep. "What time is it?"
"It's still night," I say, closing my eyes. "We slept for two hours.'
"Feeling better?" I feel comfortable enough to shake my head. "Do you want to talk about it? I told you, I'm worried. And don't bullshit me with the whole 'I'm fine' shit, yeah?"
I stay quiet as her thumb caresses my back, "Did I tell you why I'm going to therapy?" Ellie shakes her head. "Wellâback home I had some⊠issues. Mental health stuff related. I kept going back to depressive episodes. And one day I just asked for help from my mom, because IâI just couldn't stop self harming."
"Baby," Ellie says, hugging me tighter and kissing the top of my head. "What happened? Did your mother react well?"
"Yeah. Surprisingly. I got help. Got better. Sometimes it comes back, and I still get urges sometimes, but I can control it. It isn't as bad as it was before. But lately, it's justâyeah."
"You don't do that anymore, do you?" She asks, worried.
"No," I shake my head. "Not anymore."
"And what about the urges, do you still get them?" I nod, slowly. Ellie plays with my hair. "And therapy? Is it helping?"
"I haven't told her anything, yet. IâI don't know, I can't talk about it."
"What if I go to the next session? If you're okay with that, of course. If you still don't feel comfortable we can look for another therapist or another way to get you help."
I hide my face in her chest when she says the last word. I don't know why I've been refusing to get help. I don't know why I don't like that word. I sigh as Ellie stops playing with my hair and begins rubbing my back.
"I thinkâI think I would like it if you go with me."
"Okay. Okay, then. I'll go." The room falls to silence again for a few seconds. I feel ashamed for telling her. "I'm sorry you have to go through this⊠I wish I could do more."
"You're doing more than enough," I assure her. It's my time to hug her tighter. "Youâre the first person Iâve talked to about this."
"Yeah?" She seems surprised. "I'm glad you talked to me. I'm here for you if you need anythingâI mean it. You just have to tell me, I will listen⊠You could've told me sooner."
"I'm sorry."
"Hey, don't apologize. Iâm just saying, I'm here for you. I've been there for you, always. And⊠is there something I can do to help?"
"Just be there," I say. "That's enough."
"Mhm, I'll stay."
I think she wants you, a little voice in my head says. I think she loves you, and I don't think she'll ever leave.
Maybe I'll be okay, after all.
#ellie williams#ellie williams x y/n#ellie x reader#fic#lesbian#the last of us 2#tlou#fluff#x reader#ellie williams fan fiction#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams fic#idk what is this#mental health awareness#depression awarness#sh awareness#comfort#emwrites ; â
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I have a younger brother, different mom
Not too close, but I am opening to having a stronger bond
It is a desolate place to be an only child
Before finding out of my brother's passing a gust of wind left my body
It was such an uncanny, unnerving feeling
Yet brief
I would like to think since we were so interconnected a part of him left me
And I haven't been the same since
It is just after so and so years
I can think clearly
A good mate of mines wanted us to do vision boards for the year ahead
This was at the restaurant of the uni we both graduated in
I spent time during my undergraduate eating pub food, making remarks about the stern, ethnically ambiguous manager and attending great socials
This time around the mood was more somber
I couldn't bring myself to get of bed let alone plan for the year ahead
Or at a church retreat where a young professionals goes on about a 5-year plan
What the hell was a 5-year plan, anyways
I didn't even have a daily plan
A zombie staring at the screen blankly at my editing job, unable to make the most basic edits
Or in my master's struggling, struggling to coordinate schedules with team members
Publicly, I was the thinnest I ever been, but inwardly falling apart
Some type of upward mobility it looked from the surface, but I knew the truth of my inner distresses and turmoil
And so I took matters into my own hands
Left to London with the little strength I had and two suitcases
Damn, I was fragmented
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One Way Ticket
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. Yeontan bc Family)
Genre: Flufffff, established relationship, long distance relationship (not for long), and like, slight angst at the beginning if you squint your eyes and do a backflip
Word Count: 4k
Summary: Long distance relationships are never an easy thing, and although you and Taehyung had managed to make it work for four years and were used to not seeing each other that much already, he couldnât help but feel like his birthday was ruined at the news of you being stuck at the airport due to a bad weather flight delay. However, although things didnât quite go to plan, it only took for you to arrive two hours before the day was over for it to be his happiest of birthdays so far.
A/N: Hellooo, well, obviously this is for my manâs birthday đ„łđ This story takes place in my Red Flags seriesâ timeline since one of you requested it and I thought it would be really cute, but you donât need to have read it to understand whatâs going on here. I hope you guys enjoy! please let me know your thoughts~
âYou were supposed to be here todayâ Taehyung reminded you, unconsciously tightening his hold on the phone as his low voice did a good job at letting you know just how upset he was.
You sighed, that alone letting him know you werenât having a good time with said fact that was just not happening anymore either. âI canât control the weather, loveâŠâ
Now, he knew that. Of course he knew that. But right then, he really fucking wished you did control the weather. That way you wouldnât be stuck in another continent still due to a snowstorm that had delayed, if not cancelled, all flights that week â a stupid snowstorm that was keeping you away from him for longer than you should have.
It was a joke. It had got to be a joke.
That was what Taehyung kept telling himself throughout the whole phone call, and continuing to believe âto wanting to believeâ so even after you hung up.
You were supposed to arrive that night. That had been the plan all along. All his schedule he had rearranged so he could make sure that particular night he would spend with you. Just you and him. Since the very next day, also known as his birthday, he would have to go to rehearsal for BTSâ presentation on the 31th like every other year, he was looking forward the most to this night. He had it all planned out. Your flight would arrive at 8pm, he would pick you up and then the two of you would have dinner together back at your ânowâ shared place. You would wait up until midnight, have some cake afterwards, and then stay up late so you could, well, catch up on a few coupley things you had been missing out on for a good while now. After all, you had not seen each other in nearly five months.
It was funny, how he used to always say he would never be able to do long distance relationships when he was younger, yet here he was now, four years âand going strongâ into one. It was hard as hell, he could not deny it, but he wouldnât have had it any other way, not as long as he got to be with you in the end. And at the end of the day it was all worth it, for you had finally graduated uni back home, managed to find a job in Seoul, and were now moving in with him like the two of you had agreed on a long time ago, once you realised you were most definitely sticking together for as long as your lives allowed you to. So, even if he had to wait a little longer to see you, this time it was different, for you had only gotten a one way ticket, and he would never again have to drop you off at the airport and cling on to you like his life depended on it, somehow being harder for him to let go of you as the years went by.
Nevertheless, it sucked. Right then, it really fucking sucked. Five months had gone by without seeing you already and turns out he would now have to wait one or even two more days than planned? Bullshit. And that if he was being optimistic, because he swore to God he would lose his shit if you had to spend New Years Eve on a plane, alone. Not like you were spending it together to begin with either, since he had that thing to attend to, but you would at least have a good time with some of the friends you had made during the time you had stayed in Seoul for your uniâs exchange program, and who had now invited you over to a party you had oh-so-excitedly told him about.
That night, Taehyung went to bed late. Still wanting to believe with everything in him you were just pulling a prank on him like you loved to do every now and then, and that you would walk through the front door anytime with that tired face of yours after the long ass flights to Korea he was so used to by then â the same exhausted face that would light up as a bright smile took over your factions instead at the sight of him.
However, that night, you did not make it home. What you did make it to instead, was to be the first one to congratulate him on his day. Over the phone, yes, with the airportâs background noise and not in person like he had wanted to, yet there you were being once again the first one to do so, at exactly 00:00. And somehow, that alone was enough to make him happy before going to sleep. Not as happy as he wouldâve been with getting to sleep with you in his arms, of course, but happy nevertheless.
He did not lose faith, though. The next morning, as he got ready to head out to rehearsal, he kept glancing at his apartmentâs door over and over, still waiting for it to burst open anytime and for you to walk inside right after.
When that didnât happen, he looked forward to the moment his members brought him his birthday cake as they waited in the dressing rooms for their turn to rehearse. Now, the guys hadnât told him they were bringing him cake, but after all these years it was pretty much a given. And it would only make sense that you were there, right? Whether it was bringing the cake to him as everyone in the room sang the traditional birthday song to him, or showing up as a surprise right after.
Once that didnât happen either, he couldnât hide his disappointment anymore â still being grateful to everyone else for trying to make his special day a memorable one, yet not being able to fully enjoy it without you there. Even falling in the clichĂ© of wishing for you to be there as he blew out the candles. That was truly all he wanted, after all.
And once his schedule for the day was finally cleared up, his last hope was walking into the apartment that night and seeing you already there waiting for him.
Again, that didnât happen.
Biting the inside of his cheek as he walked into an empty apartment, although Yeontan was there to excitedly welcome him back home and had managed to bring a weak smile to his face, he couldnât help but feel his eyes well up with tears. Telling himself over and over how stupid it was to be upset over something neither of you could control, he contemplated calling you for a few seconds, shaking that thought off with a tilt of his head and deciding to go take a hot shower instead. No matter how bad he wanted to, if he did call you, he knew for sure he would end up being even more upset than he already was, and then you would end up being upset as well, and that he did not want.
Not even bothering on drying his hair later that night, he changed into his pyjamas and called Tan to go keep him some company like it was usual by then. Watching the fluffy dog make himself comfortable on the mattress, Taehyung turned the lights off so he could get into bed for once and for all â wanting nothing but to sleep that day off so you would hopefully be there by the morning. Although it would no longer be his birthday, he wished he could at least get to spend some time together before he had to head out once again.
Before he could completely doze off, however, he felt Yeontan snap up from his sleep and effusively wave his tail from side to side as he ran to the closed door of the bedroom. Letting out a tired groan, Taehyung glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, staring at the number ten on it for a second before he turned the lamp on and fixed his eyes on his excited pup.
âI already fed you,â his voice came out hoarse at the lack of speaking, catching Tanâs attention for a second there before he was back at barking at the door. âDonât tell me you want to go to the bââ
Thatâs when the sound of a key making it inside the front doorâs lock caught his attention. And, you see, only two people had a key to the apartment. One was his, of course, and the other one, much to his excitement right then, was yours.
Not even having time to catch his breath, he jumped off the bed and opened the bedroomâs door, watching Yeontan sprint down the already illuminated hallway as you had just turned its lights on â a huge smile parting his lips at the sight of you, not being able to hold back a giggle of his at the way you had panicked and closed the door harder than you had intended to, so Tan wouldnât be able to run out of the apartment.
âTan-ie bean!â you excitedly greeted the pup first thing as he reached your side.
Struggling to move past your suitcase, you managed to kneel down to pet the cute ball off fluff with one hand as you held the other one as far up as you could, holding a strawberry cupcake with a single candle on it that you had already lit up right before coming in â maybe not your brightest of ideas.
Staring up at your boyfriend, who was still on the other end of the hallway, you smiled brightly and stood up straight as he came closer. âHappââ
Before you could even finish what you had initially planned to sing and had by then settled for cheerfully chanting instead, Taehyung had already pulled you into his arms â unintentionally blowing out the candle as he had rushed over to you way faster than heâd like to admit.
âI missed youâ he mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around your figure and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he felt his heart at ease.
You smiled sweetly, wrapping your arms around him as well âbeing careful enough not to stain his designer pyjamas with the cupcakeâs icingâ and pressing down a small kiss to his shoulder.
âI missed you, tooâ you cooed, hearing him giggle when you planted a kiss on his neck this time.
âWhy didnât you tell me you were getting on a plane already?â
âBecause I thought I would get here before you came back from rehearsal and Iâd surprise you. You know, wait for you with dinner and whatnotâŠâ you pouted. âBut then of course I had trouble with my luggage and got here way too late. So I got you a cupcake and a candle instead!â
Taehyung giggled at the way you had ever so cheerfully said that last part, pulling slightly away from your body so he could glance at the cupcake in your hand you had just raised up in a victorious way.
âYou couldâve just showed up barehanded, said âhappy birthdayâ, and I wouldâve been the happiestâ.
âYou interrupted me when I was about to tell you âhappy birthdayâ, thoughâ you huffed over dramatically.
Letting out a light laugh, he securely cupped your face in his warm hands and rested his forehead on yours, smiling blissfully as ever at how close he was able to have you right then, at how he was able to feel your warmness in his hands after all those months. âYou can say it again nowâ.
âBut you already blew out the candleâ you pouted, bringing the treat closer to him so he could see your point.
âI guess this is the moment my wish comes true thenâ.
âYou didnât even get to make a wish, you idiotâ you rolled your eyes.
âOh, I didâ he nodded his head determinedly. âEarlier today. And not to brag about it, but it already became trueâ.
âWas it perhaps for me to arrive today?â you coyly batted your eyelashes, earning a very visible roll of eyes from him.
âCocky, arenât we?â
âI mean,â you shrugged, taking a step back from him and his hold. âI can always go back home and send your actual wish ovââ
âYah,â he stopped you as you dramatically turned around to pretend to leave and Yeontan followed right after, pulling you back to him by your wrist. âI didnât spend pretty much my entire birthday wishing for you to get here so you can leave me just like thatâ his eyes turned softer, yet still held that playful vibe in them. âBesides,â he pulled you closer, this time by your waist. âFunny how you said âgo back homeâ when this is your home now, babyâ your heart skipped a beat at his remark, appreciating the way he looked up and puckered his lips as he pretended to fall deep in thought. âHm⊠Maybe I misheardâ.
You giggled at the way he had copied your overdramatic ways, bringing your free hand up to sweetly caress his cheek. âMy bad, loveâ.
Taehyung smiled, with that boxy smile you fell in love with years ago, and nodded softly to let you know it was alright. âCan I get my birthday kiss now?â he murmured, ever so faintly brushing his longing lips against yours. âIâm kinda dying over hereâ.
Shaking your head in amusement as you laughed, you bit your lower lip. âJust kiss me already, you dorkâ.
So he did, not even dreaming of wasting another second before his lips hungrily crashed against yours. He had missed you like crazy, he always did, but right then, as your soft lips were pressing on his and your hand made its way from his cheek to the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his still damp hair, he realised just how bad he had craved your touch, how bad he had craved you.
Having him deepen the kiss, you couldnât help but take one step back as you had lost your balance â his hand being quick to bring your body right back to press against his, later resting on your lower back to keep you steady as his other hand firmly cupped your cheek.
âHappy birthdayâ you mumbled against his mouth when you had pulled away to catch your breath, feeling the corners of his lips curve up before he pressed them to yours once more.
âIt is nowâ he hummed, drawing tender circles with his thumb on your chin and not being able to hold back a giggle when it was you the one to steal a kiss from his mouth right then.
Your breath hitched when you felt his hands made their way down your body, letting out a squeal when they grabbed your thighs and picked you up without a warning â your arms wrapping tightly around his neck and legs around his waist as his hands were firmly placed on your ass to keep you from slipping down while he walked the two of you out of the hallway and into the living room, having Yeontan run past you two and go lie on the couch.
âYah, I just got here and youâre already going for second base?â you teased him with raised eyebrows.
Taehyung shook his head, cockily raising one of his own. âIâve earned my right to all bases a long time ago, I donât know what youâre talking aboutâ.
âDonât get too cocky, Kim Taehyungâ you warned him as he sat you down on the edge of the counter, being careful enough not to knock down one of the pictures of the two of you that were neatly displaying on it. âI might revoke all your rightsâ.
âYou wouldnâtâ he daringly squinted his eyes. âNot on my birthdayâ.
You threw your head back, letting out a loud laugh and placing the cupcake down on the counter before you went back to his eye level. âOnly under two hours until itâs over, so...â
âYou wouldnâtâ he repeated confidently.
âWhat makes you so sure, old man?â
Shaking his head in amusement and deciding not to comment on the taunting name you had just called him, he didnât even try to hide the smirk that was curving up the corners of his lips as he leaned in. âI just knowâ.
Not even trying to play it hard anymore, you met his lips in the middle, humming contentedly when he placed his hand behind your neck so he could take control over the kiss he was not quite willing to let go of yet. And neither were you, which is why your eyes remained closed and your lips slightly puckered up âclearly wanting moreâ when he suddenly pulled away one minute later.
âOkay, now tell me my birthday present!â he demanded.
Still being too stunned by the intoxicating kiss he had just given you, it took you a second to open your eyes after hearing his muffled yet excited words against your lips â eyes locking with his excited ones as his hands unconsciously rested on your thighs.
âOh, itâs in my bag!â you jumped up once you managed to understand what he had meant. âLet me go get itâ.
Although your words were meant for him to move aside so you could get up on your feet and rush over to the forgotten suitcase on the hallway, Taehyung did not move an inch â if anything, tightening the hold of his hands on your thighs to keep you from going anywhere.
âNot that oneâ.
Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. âThe cupcake?â you offered, earning a light laugh from him, along with a small shake of his head. âSex? Because I know I was just threatening with revoking that right, but since itâs still your birthday, I mean...â
Taehyung laughed wholeheartedly, once again shaking his head no as he brought his face closer to yours. âAlthough I would love that and will take you up on that offer later,â his bold words managed to bring some heat to your cheeks. âThat is not what I meantâ.
âWhat did you mean then?â
âJust want you to tell me something...â he hinted, gently caressing your sides. âHow long will you be staying, baby?â
You rolled your eyes when it finally hit you what he had meant all along. And you couldnât help but laugh lightly at how such simple things were the ones that made him the happiest. âWell, considering I only got a one way ticket over here this time,â your heart sped up at the way his smile grew wider at the sound of that. âAnd that the rest of my stuff will arrive here in a few days⊠Iâd say Iâm staying for quite a long, long timeâ.
âHow about forever?â he smiled brightly.
You giggled, tilting your head up in anticipation as you felt him lean in to press his mouth on yours. âI like the sound of thatâ.
âI love the sound of thatâ he agreed, pressing another kiss to your smiling lips.
And you truly did, for although you were leaving everything behind, your family, your childhood friends, your culture... it was easy as long as you had him. And even though you knew there would be times homesickness would hit you like a truck, especially when the time came and Taehyung would have to go on tour with his group, you were ready to start your new life here with him. You had already lived here once for a year, after all, the only difference being you now got to live with your long term boyfriend, and, of course, that you wouldnât have to count down the days until you had to go back home and away from him anymore.
âEverything alright?â he wondered, catching up on the way you had momentarily spaced out.
âMhmâŠâ you were quick to reassure him with an eager nod of your head. âNow eat your birthday treat before I doâ you threatened, grabbing the cupcake that had been lying next to you all along and bringing it up to his face.
Taehyung chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck that was sweetly followed by another one. âBut I have my birthday treat right hereâŠâ
Although flustered by both his words and the way his lips kept peppering soft kisses all over the sensitive skin of your neck, you stood your ground. âPretty sure Iâm your girlfriend, but oh wellâ.
He chuckled once more â before you could react, dipping one of his long fingers on the icing and spreading a good amount of it on your lips. âNow youâre bothâ.
You didnât really get to fully laugh at his playful antics before the sound of it was muffled by his mouth sucking on your bottom lip, his fingers holding onto your chin to keep you from pulling away as he deepened the kiss â making sure to remove every last trace of icing on your mouth before he slid his tongue into it.
Breaking the kiss for a brief second for what he thought was to catch your breath before bringing your already swollen lips back to his awaiting ones, he found himself letting his jaw drop when you opened your mouth not to kiss him once more, but to bring the infamous cupcake up to it and loudly bite down on it.
âYah, that is my strawberry cupcake!â he called you out â although trying to act mad, having a hard time hiding his smile at the way you had just covered your full mouth as you laughed whilst trying to chew right then.
âYou werenât eating it, soâŠâ you shrugged.
Before you could take another bite, however, he grabbed your wrist, quickly moving it up to his mouth instead and shoving the entire baked good into it in just one go.
Petrified after what just happened, you stared at your now empty hand â amazed by the way he had managed not to bite into your fingers with how fast and forceful his mouth had been, before your eyes fixed on your full-mouthed boyfriend as he struggled to chew the whole thing down.
âMineâ he stated, not minding to cover his mouth as he was almost done with it already.
âI tend to forget how big your mouth actually isâ you admitted, mindlessly sucking the remains of icing from off your fingers.
Taehyung scoffed, rushing to swallow down so he could properly speak. âYou out of all people should know what my mouth can dââ
âYou know,â you cut him off before he could pronounce that last letter and bring his cocky point across. âBooking a return plane ticket sounds really tempting right nowâ.
âOh, yeah?â he tauntingly raised one of his eyebrows, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter and making you wrap your legs around his waist. âGood thing from now on those return tickets will bring you right back to Seoulâ.
That was what made him the happiest. After all those years of buying ticket after ticket, all those years of having to drop you off at the airport so you could go back home, all those years of having to wait for endless months just so you could see each other for a few days, all of that, was over now.
From that night on, this was your home. You, him and Yeontan, and of course, the eventual additions that would be made in a couple of years.
And that was the best part. No matter where you travelled to from now on, you would always just go visit abroad and return right here, back to him â never again being almost about to miss his birthday, for you would both go to sleep and wake up right next to him during all the upcoming ones, just like he had ached you to do every single day ever since you got together four years ago.
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The Wizard and the Warrior
Boy itâs been busy. Double shifts whenever Iâve been free and uni starting again have really been a hassle but I managed to get in some writing so I hope you enjoy this final instalment of the Eldritch Knight series! Was going to split this one in two parts but didnât work out so sorry for that. Hope you like it! đ
You didnât know what to expect when you were pulled through the world away from the homey Xhorhaus but you definitely didnât expect the sound of waves in the distance and seagulls, the subtile smell of salt water and sand and an ocean breeze to hit you when you reappeared. Upon your vision taking in the new surroundings you find yourself standing under one of the opal archways looking out over a covered market selling all sorts of goods from street foods and drinks to knickknacks and jewellery, merchants calling for the attention of the people strolling about, negotiating prices or shouting their latest discount to pull in new customers. Youâre in Nicodranas.Â
Essek knew he made the right decision when he sees the joy and excitement on your face. His feet tap the ground and he walks instead of floating, not wanting to draw any more attention that necessary and instead just enjoy these moments with you without the possibility of people finding out who you really are. Today youâd just be normal people without the weight of the world balanced on your shoulders. Today you got to be ordinary tourists exploring a city you otherwise never could. Nobody knows youâd be here.Â
You stroll about the market arm in arm moving from shop to shop and stand to stand inspecting wares, admiring them and listening to the stories the merchants tried to sell you. Both of you knew better and were able to easily distinguish truth from lies but that didnât mean you didnât like playing along every so often.Â
When you reached near the end of the market square the canopies started leaving gaps and eventually disappeared. Essek did his best to hide his winces whenever the sunlight was particularly bright. The sun was setting but it would still be another hour or so until it was fully set and he might have underestimated the brightness of the light. He didnât let it bother him and pulled through. The slight discomfort is one-hundred percent worth looking upon your face as you bartered with another merchant.Â
Essek was partially blinded from where he stood while you browsed the wares of a man selling all sorts of curiosities but he couldnât really move elsewhere without leaving your side or stepping into the path of walking people so he stuck and stayed relying on his hearing instead. You were bartering with the man as he put prices to the things you showed interest in and you tried to get a better price because you were fully aware you could get something similar if not the same for much cheaper. Essek couldnât do anything but admire your skill and careful navigation of this encounter showing you had not left your wits with your armour back in Rosohna.
Once you got a good deal you bought your findings; a wide sheer shawl more like a thin blanket to wrap around your shoulders as you knew upon nightfall the breeze could bring a chill, a decorated silver bracelet with an inset purple gem that showed silver specks like stars whenever it caught the light just right and something else⊠Once done you pulled Essek aside into the full cover of one of the canopies and Essek was thankful for the break.
Youâd expected Essek to have broken or admitted to his discomfort before when you noticed him wince every time the canopy lifted upon the wind and allowed the sun to bleed through right where he stood. You knew drow senses are attuned to darker spaces and in turn therefor experience a sensitivity to daylight.Â
âWill you stop being stubborn and just admit when something bothers you?â You say sternly as Essek rubs his eyes to get rid of the dark spots clouding his vision. When he sees the look you give him he bites his lip in shame. Apparently he hadnât done such a good job of hiding it after all.Â
âI may not be able to do anything about the sunlight but I can do this.â You take out a parasol of a dark grey almost black colour with ornate lace designs added to it. It does enough to shield those under from the light and should prevent Essek from experiencing downsides of his drow heritage. Before he can protest you link your arm with his again holding the parasol above the two of you and shield yourselves from the light.Â
âDonât worry. You can thank me by providing your company over a meal with me until the sun sets and we can go outside again without you burning off your retinas. I know just the place.â You smile as you begin leading Essek away to a different part of the city. You may not be the most familiar with Nicodranas but you know how to get to most places youâve been before. You know your way from this market square to the Lavish Chateau so you begin leading Essek in that direction.Â
âThereâs a great fish and chips shop on the way near Tidepeak I donât think that kind of street food is really your style.â You say as the Tidepeak comes into view.Â
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Meanwhile the Nein and Verin stumble out into the teleportation circle room at the Tidepeak. They cracked the code and figured it out based on the list of places Verin had found among Essekâs notes. They knew exactly where Essek was going so it wouldnât be much effort to find you two right? What harm has a little spying ever done to anyone? Maybe donât answer that question. They had come for their own reasons be that to watch an epic romance unravel, dig up some dirt to tease or blackmail either of you with, or simply to keep the others in check.Â
âShit. Should we have send a message?â Jester panics looking around for the goblin that usually helps them on their way and informs Yussa of their arrival.Â
âNot again.â Beau exclaims in exasperation. Yes again. And again they explain to Wensforth this is a matter of the utmost importance and expediency and they couldnât have sent a message beforehand or lost too much time. Wensforth luckily for them didnât have it within him to question their strange reasonings as he escorted them out of the tower and left the to their business.
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Within the Lavish Chateau you found out Essek had made a reservation and the guards and servers seemed to be extremely welcoming and attentive to the both of you for some reason you raised an eyebrow when a top shelf bottle of wine was brought out and left at your table once your glasses were poured and you awaited your food.Â
âDo I want to ask how you did all this?â You swirl your finger around gesturing to your surroundings. âBecause last I was here, not even the daughter of the Ruby of the Sea and her friends get this kind of attendance.âÂ
âThen perhaps itâs best you donât ask.â Essek smiles proudly.Â
âHow many of the Nicodranian nobility have cleared their debt with the Dynasty or reminded of their indiscretions then?â You ask giving him a look over your glass as you take a sip of delicious wine. Top shelf really is worth it.Â
âI thought you werenât going to ask.â You hook your ankle around his from under the table and pull your leg back, Essek briefly loses balance but not enough to throw him off and fall from his seat. He gives you a disapproving and teasing look as you laugh. Food is served and just like everything, itâs perfect. Essek really put in the work to make this all happen and if the sunlight hadnât thrown you off his schedule you canât even fantom what else he had planed for your date. Though, he didnât seem to mind the change of plans a single bit.Â
Pleasant conversation about everything and nothing all the same, asking questions so trivial you didnât think Essek would ever even have been capable of being so relaxed and free of responsibility. When it falls silent for a second and Essek catches you staring at him in thought he studies you closer.
âWhat?â Essek asks as you hum.Â
âJust thinking?âÂ
âA copper for your thoughts then?â Essek puts his glass down. He doesnât want to pry or ask out of turn but he is curious as of what got that dreamy expression on your face when you retreated within your own mind for that moment.Â
âAll of them?â You grin.
âIf you are willing to reveal them.â Essek returns to your surprise, fully aware of the meaning behind your words and yet he still plays along. These kind of moments are rare with Essek unless you are completely alone so youâll revel in the fact that he lets go like he does right now and hope youâd be able to see this side more often.
âAre you sure? I wouldnât want you to get all flustered upon my voicing certain thoughts.â You tease, mischievous look in his eyes as he leans in on his elbows on the table and tilts his head amused.Â
âThen perhaps keep it limited to your most recent ones? For now at least.â You snort and almost choke on the sip of wine you took bur recover quickly. You definitely didnât see that one coming.
âOh so he does play the game in public without shame. You are full of surprises today, arenât you?â You drop the teasing and turn to your observation. âI was just thinking I donât think Iâve ever seen you so carefree. Iâd love to see this side of you more often if youâll let me.â The teasing drops from Essekâs face and his expression turns into one of genuine affection.Â
âIâd love nothing more.â Your glasses are refilled as the crowd begins gathering for the performance of the Ruby of the Sea.
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The Mighty Nein and Verin follow Jester leading them from place to place on the list but no matter how much they search they canât find you. Last they heard you were seen buying some stuff from a merchant and then nothing so they had resorted to going down the list until theyâd found you but still nothing. Over an hour had passed and the sun long since set, lanterns lit to lead the ways.
They search high and low following the list Verin had found but donât find you and Essek anywhere. Nicordanas is a big city and turns out finding a buff pretty person and a hot boi drow are a lot harder to find than they initially thought. So, having given up the search they instead turn to a place to drink and wallow in self pity for not spying on the date. Jester knows just the place⊠No better place than the Lavish Chateau. Maybe her mom will even perform tonight!Â
When they reach the Lavish Chateau the crowdâs already gathering but with sheer determination and the threatening of some they make it through and find a table, their drinks served as Jester goes off to say hi to her mom before the performance. Then of course Verin and Beau ask about a couple, describing you and Essek having come through here. Instead theyâre pointed to a private table out of the direct sight of the entrance but in full view of what is to be the Rubyâs performance space, and if Beau knows anything, a really really expensive bottle of wine shared between the two of you as you sit around laughing and engaging in happy conversation.
As they watch, Essek and you suddenly being the most interesting thing in the entire room they notice a blush creeping up your face as you twirl one of the flowers in your hair returning an equally daring comment of your own, your fingers dancing over the back of Essekâs hand outstretched towards you until he closes his hand and grasps them. You gasp and giggle as he intwines your fingers with his and you making a comment that sends a deep purple crawling up the wizardâs cheeks. The Nein watch, some swooning at the cuteness, the others in surprise and a hint of disgust akin to that of watching your sibling be sugary sweet romantic with their partner you do not want to witness, and the rest like encouraging friends glad their friends have found happiness within each other.Â
The performance is about to begin and you spot a blue tiefling running down the stairs as quick as she can darting to one of the tables. You already had the feeling you were being watched for the past fifteen minutes but thought nothing of it as since no action was taken yet and the crowd grew, if it were assassins or the likes again, theyâd have come for you before as to not make a scene. Getting confirmation your friends had tracked you to Nicodranas and found you here. Youâre not surprised but rather impressed and the addition of what clearly looks like a drow soldier of some repute with features similar to Essek lead you to believe this must be his infamous brother heâd been complaining about plenty of times. You move your chair as if to get a better view of the performance to come and sit right next to Essek. You werenât the only one who noticed them.
âDo you think they know we know theyâre here.â Essek leans into your shoulder as he speaks.
âNo. Not this time but if you werenât so caught up in admiring me youâd have noticed them first.â You lean in closer, whispering into his ear as you speak.Â
âYou are quite distracting.â Essek defends with a laugh.Â
âIâve seen Beau and your brother gag and complain twice now. Is this the point where we return the favour and give them a show to remember?â You suggest with a glint of mischief within your eyes.Â
âHow could I refuse?â Essekâs word are enough for you to further provoke the Nein and take it up a notch, or several.Â
âTell me if something makes you uncomfortable and Iâll stop.â You halt your teasing and allow your tone to turn more serious. Essek does the same when you do.Â
âOnly if you promise to do the same.â Essek doesnât know if itâs the wine or your shared desire to make them suffer for interrupting your date like they did. Probably the latter. Most definitely the latter. Let them squirm.Â
The Ruby comes down the stairs singing and everyone hangs onto her every word, her entire being like sheâs a siren from the depths ready to lure in hopeless sailors. As her performance continues you move yourself closer to Essek until your sides are pressed together. Essekâs arm wraps around you pulling you close into his side and to your surprise, onto his lap. You lean your head against his shoulder and whisper sweet nothings, as you play with the fingers of his free hand lovingly. You pay attention to the performance, little attention needed for this display of affection as it comes surprisingly natural and unrestrained to the both of you.Â
You lift your head and lean towards Essek, but an inch away from his lips, making eye contact as you whisper something to him but the Nein canât hear over the singing and youâre too far away to lip read for anyone. Itâs so frustrating but holy hells, they never knew Essek had a romantic bone in his body, let alone the guts to drop his composed and emotionally constipated side completely around you. They definitely didnât see this coming and even Beau could relate to Jesterâs possible ideas of turning this into some kind of smutty romance novel because thatâs what it looked like.Â
When you leaned back, always teasing and never close enough to actually kiss, you watched the performance more. Both you and Essek admired the show the Ruby was putting on. Her song as beautiful as she is but you might have connected with her a little more than anyone else in the room because when she passed your table and saw you and Essek she gave you a knowing smile. A knowing smile that showed she knew exactly when a performance was being put on, the courtesanâs ability to read people shining through once more when she winked at you before she turned around and found her way to the table of the Nein, distracting them from you and pulling the attention to herself.Â
Essek was surprised and didnât really know what to make of what just happened but next he knows heâs being pulled away from his seat by you and dragged to a side exit, abandoning the table mid performance. Out in the street you take off running and then it hits him; a moment of privacy. You played everyone, even him in the end when you appeared to have your attention fully on the Ruby of the Sea but instead you had a nonverbal agreement with the woman. Regardless of his thoughts you kept running towards the eastern edge of the city, through the gates and to the beach. Freedom.Â
The moon and stars and city lights within the walls as your light source you pulled Essek along to the shoreline, laughing your asses off. Youâll have to remember to give Marion a big thanks next time you see her. Once safely away from the city sure youâre far enough away from the city you slow your pace and walk side by side along the beach.
âAs clever as ever.â Essek compliments as you bump your shoulder into his with a grin. You offer Essek a hand as you climb over some rocks blocking your path. Essek takes it but instead of climbing he just hoovers over without any difficulty.Â
âWhile, Iâd gladly take credit I think you deserve at least half. Did you see the looks on their faces?â Your laughter rings like chimes in reminisce of your friends. Itâs music to Essekâs ears.Â
âI could never forget.â You stop and lower yourself onto the sand, gently pulling Essekâs arm inviting him to join. He does and sits down next to you as stare at him.
âToday was a good day. We should do this more often.â You sigh in content. Thereâs just something about the drow and the starry night sky behind him that makes him look so ethereal, you could look at him for ages and never get bored.Â
âBeing run out of a city by our friends for a moment of privacy?â Essek deadpans and you playfully shove him.
âWhile it was certainly eventful I think I could do without uninvited company next time.â In comfortable silence you both watch the view. Moon reflecting on the ocean, sound of gentle push and pull of the water against the shore and the thousands of stars scattered throughout the sky giving the both of you a sense of warmth and comfort.Â
âYou certainly found your courage tonight. I never thought you capable of such intimate displays of affection.â You comment and Essek turns his gaze to you. Despite the low light you notice the slight darkening of his cheeks a he takes in a breath.Â
âI partially blame the determination to push my brotherâs buttons.â You snort.
âAnd the other part?â Essek decides to humour you with and answer even though you hadnât expected one.Â
âYou, as my partner in crime as some might say, made it easy to put on such a display. Though, I will admit to not being so open and frivolous in my affection with an audience, I did enjoy them nonetheless.âÂ
âWell then, Iâm glad my frivolous affection brings you joy.â You say and Essek is about to correct himself for his words but stops when he notices you holding back your smile. You know exactly what he meant and when Essek notices itâs his turn to gently shove you. You gasp even though youâre physically unmoved.Â
âArenây you all courage tonight? Careful now or Iâll toss you into the ocean.â You jest.Â
âIt seems both of us have not been lacking any courage this night.â Essek comments and heâs right. With the antics of the day, and your grand escape, you might never have had it been any other situation. You really did enjoy it and wouldnât change a single thing. Well, maybe add something but thereâs no time like the present so maybe youâll just ask.Â
âThen, in a bout of courage, I will ask you this. May I kiss you?â Essek does a double take in case he heard your words wrong but the expression written all over you confirms he has in fact heard you loud and clear. Still he doesnât miss a beat in his answer. Heâs already made up his min.Â
âYou certainly may.â With that you close your eyes and lean in placing your lips onto Essekâs in a gentle kiss. No pretend, no faked lust or intimacy but honest, clear and unrestrained emotion. When you pull away youâre both smiling like fools.Â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do that.â You whisper as Essek leans in carefully to kiss you this time, lips moving together in a slightly deeper kiss. His hand finds your cheek holding your face lightly caressing a thumb over your cheekbone.Â
âI could say the same.â Essek speaks when you pull apart for a moment, foreheads leaning against each other. Many more kisses follow, varying from gentle and sweet to passionate and deep, whatever suits your needs. You have no intention of getting off this beach near Nicodranas any time soon nor do you have anywhere to be so here youâll stay enjoying each otherâs company until the sun rises.Â
From behind the rocks not too far away, eight people watch the wizard and the warrior finally do what some of them had hoped they would in the months theyâve gotten closer. Others are turning away while maybe peaking through at times, solely to see their friends happy with each other despite the chaos of the world but not without going right back to quieting their gagging noises of ânot wanting to see the people who they consider their family making outâ.Â
âOh my god! This is going to be so good, you guys. Theyâre so cute!â Jester whispers already taking notes and working out the story in her head. Itâs going to be an epic love tale of two star-crossed lovers for sure. Maybe she can question you on the more spicier details later, get this book to sell at the Chastity's Nook some day?Â
âUgh. Letâs go. I canât watch this any longer. Drinks?â Verin doesnât resist and follows Beau, Yasha and Fjord back to Nicodranas. Caduceus has a bit more difficult of a time to drag the cleric and rogue away as the latter enabling her actions instead of giving you some much deserved privacy. He succeeds eventually leaving you and Essek behind to enjoy the rest of your night with a smile. Nothing better than people finding their own happiness.Â
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CH.2
Genre: Angst, Drama
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Infidelity
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Chapter 2: What are you gonna do?
It had been a week since Y/N stepped foot into her apartment. She currently sat curled up on the couch in Kiyoomiâs living room, her eyes never leaving the screen in front of her. She hadnât shed a single tear since the day she broke down refusing to give Hajime Iwaizumi a second thought. Yachi and Kiyoko sat curled around her, snuggled close and giving their friend the comfort they knew she needed. The slamming of the front door alerted the females in attendance that someone was home. Y/N merely waved a hand, eyes never leaving the screen, and Tooru sighed softly. âShe any better today?â He questioned Kiyoko quietly as the woman made her way to the kitchen to prep more snacks. Kiyoko shook her head in response, shrugging her shoulders. âShe only threw her phone twice, so thatâs a start?â she hoped, pulling out Y/Nâs favorite bag of chips to refill the bowl. âAnything happen at school?â Yachi asked, making her way behind Oikawa to pull some drinks out of the fridge.Â
The man scoffed, popping a cap off the coke bottle, and taking a long deep chug. âThat asshole is playing the fucking blame game.â he seethed, slamming his drink down. âI heard him telling Terushima that he and Y/N were on a break right now, something he called for because she was âtoo much.â he hissed putting air quotes around the words âtoo much.â âThen Makki and Mattsun tried spreading lies about her, but Saeko and this really hot guy in her Econ class tried to beat the shit out of them.â Kiyoko nodded along half-listening until it registered that her girlfriend now knew about the situation. âYou didnât tell Saeko what happened yet did you Tooru?â she hissed, her body turning toward Y/N to ask for her phone.Â
Before Tooru could answer, the front door slammed open and Saeko Tanaka stood at the entryway, with a bat in one hand and some picture frames in the other. Y/N turned at the noise, and waved before turning back toward the television in front of her. It took her a good thirty seconds to realize her doom was standing at the door, as her head toward Saeko her eyes as wide as plates. âGet up brat!â Saeko snarled, pointing her bat towards Y/N. âYouâve been wallowing for a fucking week, and I refuse to let you wallow any longer over a fucking loser like Hajime Iwaizumi.â she growled, slamming the pictures on the ground. âBabe, maybe you sh-â Before Kiyoko could finish she was interrupted by a hiss from her girlfriend. âAbsolutely not. The lot of you let her sit here and wallow for an entire week! A whole fucking week! Over a loser like Hajime Iwaizumi, when our girl has the pick of any fucking guy on campus!â she screeched, swinging the bat around. Behind her, Bokuto, Atsumu, and Sakusa had returned from practice. âAnd you!â she hissed, glaring at Sakusa. âYouâre supposed to be her best friend, and you just let her sit here and zone out for a week; when she should be out there proving those stupid fucking rumors wrong!â Sakusa was ready to fight with Saeko, as he always was; but Y/N came between them, wrapping her arms around her angry blonde friend. âThanks for always looking out for me.â she mumbled into the womanâs shoulder, her body shaking with quiet giggles. âCourse Iâm gonna look out for you brat, youâre my best friend. You have the pick of the fucking litter here, donât let a piece of shit like Iwaizumi make you feel like you donât.â Y/N tipped her head back, a loud laugh falling from her lips as she made her way to the kitchen. âI love the faith you seem to have in my ability to snatch up a man Saeko, but I doubt I have as many options as you say I do.â she mumbled out, missing the looks shared by the three athletes behind her. âOh sweetheart,â Saeko cooed, âYou have no idea the power you hold.â Turning around Y/N was ready to ask her friend to elaborate, but she found herself over Bokutoâs shoulder and on the way to the backyard. âNow girlie, weâre gonna smash these picture frames, and then youâre gonna tell me what your next move is gonna be.â Saeko ordered following behind the big burly man.
In a penthouse on the other side of the campus, Suna Rintaro sat with pro-streamer Kenma Kozume and his roommate Kuroo Tetsuro. The three men streamed often, and Kenma always split the money between the three of them. As they played, the answered questions from fans. As Suna looked toward the comments, he grinned at the stream of comments coming in about what Saeko and Osamu had done earlier that day. âUnfortunately, I didnât get to see the beating; but knowing Saeko it was probably well deserved.â Suna replied, as Kenma and Kuroo turned toward the man, curiosity plain on their faces. Kenma turned toward the screen, his eyes scanning through the comments, widening slightly at the amount of comments about the fight. âWhat the hell did they do to piss her off?â Kenma asked, looking toward Suna for an answer. Suna grinned, happy to steer the conversation to something that he knew would cause more strife in Iwaizumiâs life. âWell, about a week ago it came to light that Hajime Iwaizumi had been stepping out on Y/N, L/N Tokyo Uniâs goddess for quite some time.â The fans went crazy, when they saw the way Kuroo snapped his controller. âHe did what?â Kuroo hissed, eyes narrowing with rage. âShe caught him bringing a girl back to their place.â Suna informed, smirking when he saw Iwaizumiâs username coming online. âApparently, he had forgotten the plans they had, and brought a girl home; only for Y/N to answer the door.â Kenma scoffed, tossing his controller aside. âI always knew he didnât deserve her. Absolute piece of shit.â he grunted, pulling his phone out to check his messages. Suna nodded in agreement, scrolling through the comments. âI told him last week, that she was fair game now, so itâs time to come up with a game plan boys.â Suna grinned, winking at the viewers in the stream. Kenma smirked, sliding his phone over to Kuroo. It was a picture of Y/N smashing pictures of her and Iwaizumi, a bottle of Tequila in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. Kuroo chuckled matching Sunaâs smile. âSheâs got no idea what sheâs in for.â and the viewers went wild.
Iwaizumi could be found swearing and breaking things in his apartment, having watched Kenmaâs stream. He knew he was absolutely fucked, if they decided they were going to pursue Y/N. He could barely stand a chance against Suna, let alone Kenma and Kuroo. Mattsun and Makki were nursing their wounds unable to fully grasp the severity of the situation at hand. Hajime still had a sliver of hope, that if he just gave Y/N the time she would forgive him. Completely unaware of the fact that he had already lost.
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when worlds collide
kozume kenma x fem!reader [LDR]
[a/n: hehe this gif is cute đ„șthis was buried in my drafts so I edited it a bit, Iâm slowly getting my motivation back so uhh yeah, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`áŠÂŽ- ]
He met you during one of his late night gaming sessions. You had tried to speak to him in English and he felt kinda bad for not being able to formulate a good response. Boy was petrified when he mumbled to himself about how cute your voice was and you had responded in Japanese.
From then on, there was frequent chats on discord and whatnot before the both of you had built up the courage to finally do a video call. He realized he was in love with you when you had joined his Minecraft server with Kuroo, Lev, and Hinata. You had gotten along with them so well. Just hearing you joke around and tease them made his heat happy.
He was hesitant to confess since you guys were 5,000+ miles away AND there was a 16hr difference between the two of you. Kuroo talked some sense into him and he ended up telling you while he was visiting your Island in animal crossing...it was so wholesome.
After getting a hang of each otherâs schedules, things got easier and since it was summer, the both of you had time goof off on minecraft or on animal crossing, or just be on video call and send each other tik toks and memes. However, lately there had been a strange lull in conversation and whatnot. The distance was starting to take its toll on the both of you. He had just gotten accepted to the same Uni that Kuroo was currently attending, they had moved into an apartment off campus together because Kuroo absolutely despised his current roommate.
âSo, howâre things with (y/n)?â Kuroo asked as they both carried the last boxes into the living room. There was a small silence that followed before Kenma sighed rather heavily and Kuroo just knew that it wasnât good.
âHonestly, I donât know...I thought they were going well but lately thereâs been a weird lull. Weâll talk but itâs always very short before sheâs making up excuses to go or something.â The edges of his lips twitched downward as he plopped down onto the couch.
âYou didnât make her mad or anything, did you?â Kuroo was trying his best to act neutral. He knew the reason you had been âignoringâ his buddy lately and he was trying to keep it on the down low.
âI donât think so? Iâve tried to think of anything I couldâve said or done but I canât think of anything.â
âMaybe sheâs just busy? Isnât she also just starting her freshman year of uni?â Kuroo quirked an eyebrow.
âYeah, I guess youâre right but still...she couldâve just said so.â
After Kuroo had cheered up his best friend, they ordered some pizza and he had told you that you might want to put your plan in motion sooner rather than later.
You had just gotten off the plane when you received his text and reluctantly agreed. Sweats and dark under eye bags isnât really the first impression you want to make but you really did just want Kenma to finally hold you in his arms. The thought was almost overwhelming.
Getting into the taxi, you gave the address that Kuroo sent you and you were on your way. It took a few hours but you finally arrived and made your way inside and to the elevator. Heart pounding as you slowly approached the door. You could hear the familiar sounds of Mario Kart muffled through the door, with a shaky hand you tapped your knuckles against the door. Basically hearing your blood rush though your ears, your heart almost stopped when the door opened.
âWell look whoâs finally here.â Kuroo whispered before completely stepping out and closing the door behind him. He pulled you into a quick hug and introduced himself. âAre you ready?â
âUhm y-yes and no...â He chuckled at your shaky response and opened the door again, motioning you to step inside. Taking a deep breath, you stepped passed the threshold of the door, pulling your luggage behind you. As you walked down the hallway, your breath hitched and your eyes started to water as you caught sight of the familiar head of âpuddingâcolored hair.
âKuroo whatâs taking so lo-â he turned, freezing when his eyes met yours. His voice was much more soothing when it was unfiltered, much fuller and deeper.
âHi sweetheart...â your voice cracked the slightest bit as you noticed his eyes glossing over.
âOh my god, (y/n).â He got up from the couch, remote violently clacking onto the floor as he rushed over to you. You barely had time to react as he pulled you into an embrace, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Tears had finally started to trail down your cheeks as you wrapped your own arms around his shoulders and buried your face in the crook of his neck. âI canât believe youâre here...â
Kuroo smirked, his own eyes watering a bit as he walked into the kitchen to give you two some space.
âI canât believe it either.â As you said this, he clutched onto you even tighter, afraid that if he let go, youâd disappear. Much to his dislike, you pulled back just a bit. Hand coming up to gently caress his cheek. Warm amber eyes gazing into yours.
âC-can I...can I kiss you?â Cheeks turning a deep pink as he asked, to which you immediately said yes. Heart swelling at the fact that he wanted your permission first. He held your chin deftly between his fingers and with the utmost gentleness, pressed his lips onto yours. It took you a moment to process what exactly was going on but you had finally melted into the kiss, lips moving together languidly with want. Needing to finally feel each otherâs lips moving in sync. Turning your head the slightest bit, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. The feeling of his tongue foreign yet welcomed as you tangled your fingers into his soft blonde locks. A small groan leaving his throat.
âAlright alright! If youâre gonna be like that then get a room!â Kuroo groaned, making both the both of you jump away from each other. âI donât wanna listen to the two of you sucking face like that.â He childishly gagged. Your cheeks burned furiously at his words, choosing to bury your face in Kenmaâs chest instead.
âDonât tempt me to take that offer.â The cocky tone in his words shocked both you and Kuroo. âBut since weâve already got the switch set up, why donât we play something.â
Kuroo offered you some pizza, which you gladly accepted and you made your way to the live room. The three of you played for a couple of hours but when your eyelids started drooping and you were constant falling off the maps, they decided that it was enough for the night.
âCome on, letâs get you to bed.â Kenma whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You weakly protested as Kuroo pried the remote from your fingers.
âYouâre falling asleep at the wheel (y/n). Thatâs extremely dangerous.â He snickered. After brushing your teeth, you snuggled into bed with Kenma. This was kinda like when the both of you would be on FaceTime before in bed and sleep but a thousand times better.
âWhen do you have to go back?â He asked, hand under your shirt and tracing random words and shapes into your skin.
â...Iâm not going back.â
âHuh?â He tried not to seem too excited but you could definitely tell. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, I got accepted to yonsei. Iâll be going to school with you guys.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He was slightly upset that he wasnât able to celebrate with you.
âWell, I didnât want to ruin this plan or give you any false hopes just in case I wasnât actually accepted.â
He sighed and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, âWell Iâm glad youâre here.â He chuckled softly when you yawned a couple times. âIâm sure youâre very tired from your flight.â
You nodded, humming in agreement. âIt was a long 12 hours but Iâm here.â Your voice was slurred with sleep.
âGo to sleep kitten, Iâll be right here when you wake up.â
Neither of you separated the entire night. So when Kenma woke up, there you were. Head resting on his chest, shoulders rising and falling with every breath you took.
It was well passed 12 in the afternoon but he didnât care, heâd stay there with you in his arms for a lifetime.
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How do you passive aggresively say fuck you in flower? Part II
Summary:Â It seems that Nico and Will just cant stop running into each other
A/N:Â FIRST WEEK OF EXAMS OVER, ONLY ONE WEEK TO GO!! Unfortunately, I am not able to write a lot due to tedious revision but I wrote this part 2 a while ago and thought that today would be the perfect time to release it! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy and comment! <3 from me!
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They were not expecting to see each other the next day at Uni. In fact, Will was so shocked, he had to pause and squint at the raven haired boy to check that he was the same as the customer 2 days ago. What was this dude doing here? This was the medical college!
Oh shit, what if heâs a new med student or a transfer student?
However, while it seemed that Will had noticed Nico, it seemed that Nico had not noticed Will; he couldnât have been more appalled as he was ignored and he simply watched in despair as the italian jogged past him without a moment's pause. Not even a Hey, youâre the guy I made out with yesterday, right?
Will was used to having all his past hookups follow him like a sheep and sure, he hadnât really hooked up with Nico but he was for some reason expecting some sort of reaction from him. Was he that forgettable?
He felt someone dig their elbow into his ribs and was about to shout What the fuck before he realised that Calypso was elbowing him.
âCalypso what!â He winced as he rubbed at his side, still in pain from Calypsoâs pointy elbows.
âDo you think I should invite Leo to the dorm party?â
Willâs head perked up. â Leo? Leo valdez?â
âYes Leo Valdez, who else?â Calypso sighed.
âI thought you saw him making out with some guy at another party and then proceeded to pretend you never liked him in the first place-â
â- Which is true! I never liked Leo in the first place, he was just a friend!â Calypso desperately defended.
âEverytime someone says theyâre just a friend and not theyâre just my friend, you know that theyâve crushed on them.â
âShut up.â Calypso whacked her bag over Willâs head, ignoring his shouts of protests.
Willâs hands instinctively went over his head, tucking his chin in to prevent himself from gaining any brain damage from Calypso. â Hey, Hey! I work for you, little shit!â
âExactly, I can fire you any second I want to!â Calypso boasted before remembering something. â Wasnât there a request that came in on Saturday? Something like fuck you?â
Will could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. â Uh, yeah, maybe. I donât really remember.â
Calypso recognised that tone. That tone was the same tone used during the walk of shame, that tone meant things that she did not want in her shop. Turning her head only halfway, she gave Will a grimace, praying that it hadnât happened again.
âWilliam Andrew Solace, Please please tell me that you didnât have sex with another client in my shop!â
âFor once,â Will smirked. â For once, I can actually say that I didnât.â
Calypso sighed in relief, all the tension in her body simply oozing out all at once. Her shoulders dropped and the tense expression on her face was replaced by her regular small smile that she constantly wore, causing her to seem quite shy, which technically she was.
âYou know, you seriously have some nerve Callie, hitting your employees like that. That could be harassment. What happened to the shy girl who could tell me the latin name for any plant out there?â
âJust because I donât hook up with every good looking breathing thing, does not mean Iâm shy.â She put her hands on her hips and took several confident steps while swaying her hips before hitting a hard chest with a thud and feeling the hard floor on her butt. Frustrated, she huffed and without even looking at the perpetrator, began to shout,
âAre you blind or stupid? Look where youâre going for fuck sake.â She ignored the offered hand and got up herself, brushing her scraped hands on her pants.
It was only when Will nudged her, not very discreetly may I add, that she noticed that it was Leo Valdez who was offering the outstretched hand and another very scary looking dude standing by Leo. However, something about him seemed familiar- from the shape of his body to his hair and in particular his jawline. She remembered seeing it somewhere.
Fuck, that was the guy Leo was making out with at that party. She realised.
Simultaneously, Will was thinking- Fuck, that was Nico di Angelo.
âSorry Leo, Calypso,â Will turned to her, completely avoiding Nico. â Do you have anything youâd like to say to Leo?â
Claypso gave a bitter look to Will before remebering that Leo fucking Valdez was standing infront of her and she had essentialy told him to fuck off. She had to fight the blush rising to the tip of her ears and could only manage to muster a small pipsqueak of âsorryâ while looking down at the floor and having her face curtained by her chestnut hair.
Unexpectedly, she felt a hand move the hair out of her face and slip and finger underneath her chin and tilt it up slightly.
âThe least you could do while apologising is look at him,â Nico snarled, standing off to the side, watching as Leo brushed her hair out of the way. Leo turned his head to raise an eyebrow that meant Not cool dude before looking back at Calypso, his eyes warm and his smile generous.
âSorry about him, heâs running low on social interaction juice. Are you okay there?â
Calypso thought she could feel herself gaping- the worst part was that her little shit of a friend Will pointed it out.
âClose your mouth Callie, youâll get flies. Itâs impolite to stare as well,â Will drawled, his eyes still glued away from Nico. Leo glanced at Calypsoâs injured hands, the small scrapes and the little cuts across her palms. His frown was cute, with his eyebrows scrunching up and his eyes pooled with concern as he took her hands in his.
âOh, Dios mio. Iâm so sorry- will you forgive me if I clean these up for you?â Leo held her hands gently, as to not hurt her.
Will butted in before Calypso could respond. âUh, no, thatâs not necessary. I can help her from here!â
Nico snorted. â Yeah, the med- student definitely knows how to clean up his cuts.â
Will growled in response, unappreciative of Nicoâs sarcasm. Leoâs frown in concern only grew, the small displays of guilt visible across his face. â Are you sure? Itâs the least I could do after causing you to fall.â
âNo it's fine-â
â-Will, calm down. Yes, Iâll go, but you also owe me,â Calypso confirmed. You know your worth, you know your worth, She chanted in her head.
âWell well, a person who knows what they want, of course, I am in your debt. After you.â Leo pointed to the pavement ahead as he left Will and Nico alone. Nico looked Will up and down before letting out a little snort and walking off, not before giving him a little shove with his shoulder as he walked past.
Will was officially outraged. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? First of all, he was barging into the medical college when he didnât even attend it, then he was barging him to the floor without even apologising and then laughing about it!
Will turned around while still on the floor and yelled. âWho the fuck do you think youâre pushing dipshit?â
Will really thought he had the upper hand. He was taller, felt he was relatively stronger and his reflexes were okay. But when he saw Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, Piper Mclean, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang and Annabeth Chase all crowd round Nico, he felt he was the most screwed person in the world. Luckily for him, no one except a girl with brown skin and confused expression turned around.
Will recognised her as Piper Mclean- she had been voted most beautiful girl in the entire Uni. It was rumoured for a while that she and Jason were dating but ever since Will spotted Piper blushing near a new girl, he highly doubted it. Piper raised an eyebrow and Will gave a sheepish smile as he tried to get up.
Piper scurried over, giving her friends a quick wave before running over to help Will. He accepted her hand, mainly because he was terrified that she may kill him if he didnât.
âDid Nico knock you down here?â Piper asked as Will heaved himself up. Her voice was sweet, soft and had some element that convinced Will that he could trust her; however, at the same time, he didnât want to snitch on Nico. He gave a blatant shrug and hoped for the best.
âDonât worry, Nico always teases people he likes. Little idiot isnât good at showing any emotion other than being horny or being an arsehole.â
âAre you sure those are emotions?â
âI take psychology so I sure as hell hope they are,â Piper confessed, laughing a bit. Will finally realised why everybody considered Piper so beautiful- she wasnât just a pretty person, she was a nice person. She went out of her way to help others.
âI take medicine so Iâm going to hope for the best that Nico doesnât kill me. He avoids like Iâm the plague then acts like heâs planning on murdering me in my sleep.â
âWait.â Piper paused before turning to Will with a manic grin on her face. âAre you the guy from the flower shop who made the fuck you bouquet and slept with Nico?â
âWe didnât sleep together!â
But Piper wasnât listening, she was calling Hazel over. Will watched as a girl with gorgeous dark skin that glowed in the sunlight and a tattoo over her left hand turned her head ever so slightly. Will realised why they called her Deathâs sister.
She was undoubtedly beautiful but her silent aura was terrifying, like it was driving you to death itself. Large brown eyes that invited you into the darkness and hands that looked sculpted for leading one to their doom.
âHey Hazelnut! This is the guy who stole Nico from Leo! And he made the Fuck you bouquet that Annabeth gave Percy!â
Will could feel his heart pounding as Hazel left the group and walked slowly to Piper and Will, her expression never changing. Suddenly, when she was close enough to throw a punch, she broke out into a childish grin and started squealing.
âSo youâre the one who made Percy that bouquet!â Hazel grabbed Willâs hands and started shaking them excitedly. She giggled before giving them back to him.
âWhat does making Percy this bouquet have to do with any of this? I only knew Nico because we made out like once and then the fucker blanked me.â
âThatâs my little brother you're talking about,â Hazel warned. Will instantly felt his eyes widened in horror before apologizing profusely; he remembered what Nico had told him about his sister and how the two of them had grown up. Hazel laughed before telling him that she was only joking and that he should let loose a bit.
âWas Nico with Leo when he ignored you? Leo Valdez? About yee tall, messy brown hair and ink on his overalls?â
âYesâŠâ Will nodded.
âAhhh, that explains it. Those two have a complicated history. He was probably ignoring you because he and Leo might have gotten back together. Or maybe he just didnât want Leo to know that he made out with you. OrâŠâ Piper let out a grin that Will had no desire to learn the true meaning of.
âMaybe he was just using Leo to make you jealous,â Piper explained, very much used to the drama herself between Nico and Leo. If it wasnât Percy and Annabeth, Nico and Leo were almost always in an argument.
âSoâŠâ Will was deadly silent for a second while his rage began to simmer. â Are you telling me he cheated on that Leo kid with me?â
â I really hope not,â Hazel grimaced, looking back at her brother.
âThe little fucker,â Will muttered under his breath as he pushed past the two ladies and made his way towards the remaining group. He didnât care that he was going to run into Percy Jackson, whom heâd had an underlying grudge with for as long as heâd been going to school, he was furious.
How dare he cheat with him. What was Will, some slut who ruined relationships? Hell no. Sure, he slept around but he didnât go around getting into relationships and creating drama. One night stands were his protocol.
âYou!â Will pointed at Nico viciously, his finger almost touching Nicoâs nose. The rest of the group simply watched with amusement as Piper held back Jason, whispering who exactly Will was.
âYou little cheating seething whore! What the fuck dude! You just make out with whoever you buy shit from?â
âI don't remember you having much of a problem with it.â Nico shrugged, only infuriating Will that much more. He was so tempted to just punch him then and there, in front of everybody including 6 of the most intimidating people heâd ever seen.
âI don't remember you mentioning you had a boyfriend before you jumped me,â Will spat. Nico seemed a little shocked at that comment, his lips shaping into a small âoâ before he let a sultry smirk spread across his face in a manner that showed he was relatively proud of himself, only pissing Will off so much more.
Why was the damned bastard smirking?
âHuh, what boyfriend?â Nico turned to Annabeth. â Hey, Annie, do I have a boyfriend?â
Annabeth looked down at her watch for dramatic effect. âAs of 4 months, you have been boyfriend free,â She started and only continued when she saw the smug look on Nicoâs face. âThat said, that does not mean you have been booty call free for said months.â
âWhat do you mean!â Nico cried.
âOh shut it Nico, everyone knows that you and Leo have been playing each otherâs booty call for ages now. Just end it and go out with the florist dude,â Frank scoffed.
âOr donât! The florist dude sounds like a real ass!â Percy cut in, desperate to not let Nico go out with his lifelong nemesis, William Andrew Solace.
âOh look, itâs Perseus,â Will taunted. Percy felt himself going red and the entire group went quiet. Will looked around, wondering why everyone was silent.
âOh, you guys donât know?â Will smirked, looking directly at Percy, the knowledge on the tip of his tongue. â Thatâs what everybody called Percy in middle school, after we learnt the myth of P-â
The rest of the sentence was muffled as Will felt a hand wrap itself around his mouth. He looked up and saw the sea green eyes that read Shut the fuck up . Will, feeling nostalgia from this certain situation, smirked and stuck his tongue out, licking Percyâs hands, eliciting a yelp of disgust from Percy.
âDude! Why do you always do that! Every fucking time Iâm trying to shut you up, you pull shit like this!â
âYouâre telling me that wasnât the first time you tried to âshut him upâ?â Nico and Annabeth both asked, hostility floating in their voices. Will gave a jolly smile at Percy who groaned and wiped his hands on Willâs shirt, muttering âgrossâ under his breath. Will shoved Percy who proceeded to make a face back.
âHow do you two know each other?â Frank asked, completely confused before Hazel went up on her tiptoes and began whispering in Frank's ear while he nodded along.
Nico, sick of Willâs attention not being focused on him butted in. â Did you come all this way to flirt with Percy or what?â
Percy and Will both gagged and shivered, the idea of liking each other being just gross.
âIâm here because you son of a bitch, used me!â Will cried, flinging his arms out.
Nico raised an eyebrow. âI did?â
âYour boyfriend, booty call, whatever you wanna call them- was right there and I was just some pawn for you-â
â-If I wasnât talking or paying any attention to you whatsoever, how on earth would I make them jealous?â
Will didnât respond, his mind racking for answers, excuses, insults he could fling at the raven haired boy. He noticed he wasnât wearing his lip ring that day.
âI think you should focus on the fact that Leo and I just so happened to be at the Medical College despite our majors being nothing related and we just so, by chance, crashed into you and your friend,â Nico hinted. He was a bit tired from how oblivious this blond guy was- hadnât he made it obvious?
Will took a while to connect a few dots, but the problem was that he only connected the exact dots that Nico did not want him to connect.
âWait, so Leo does like Callie? Is that why you guys are here?â
Nico wanted to fucking facepalm.
Saturday
The shop bell rang. Calypso was sitting at the counter with her apprentice, Meg. They were both chatting, something to do with the variation of a certain dandelion- Will wasnât very sure.
He was sporting a daisy chain around his wrist that Meg had forced him to wear and a pink rose had been braided into his hair after much argument with Calypso that the thorns would hurt, in which she retorted that sheâd obviously clip the bloody thorns.
When the bell rang, none of the three workers really snapped their heads up. But when the bell rang, and then rang and then rang again, they slowly lifted their heads from their conversation. Will, who had been leaning his elbows on the counter to talk to the two ladies, turned his head to see 8, very unwelcome people, walk into his shop.
Nico was standing there with all 7 of hids friends- Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Hazel, Piper, Jason and Leo. All of whom were very much not welcome in any way whatsoever in this shop.
âWhat are you doing here?â
The friends all glanced at one another before a few sputters of laughter were spread out. Nico, who was wearing his lip ring again, walked forward and picked up a red rose, twirling the thorny flower in his two fingers, ignoring the small prick it made.
He noticed the blood trickling down his thumb and lifted the injury to his lips.
âDidnât I tell you last time...â Nico asked, his voice teasing but also malicious, a small corner of his lips stained red. âThat youâll be seeing a lot more of us?â
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Found Families - Home is Where the Hart is - Chapter Twenty Five
I have been excited to write this chapter for ages and now it is finally here. I may be procrastinating on my uni essays but at least I have a new chapter. I hope you enjoy. Stay safe x
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Summary: 3 am trauma sessionsÂ
Word Count: 4502
Warnings: Past child abuse, panic attack, child abuse, physical abuse, gun mention, fire mention, swearing, psychological/emotional abuse, scars mention, death mention, suicide, anxiety, self-deprecation, infidelity, nightmare, flashback mention, food mention (This one is really dark) (If I have missed anything please let me know)
Patton awoke slowly to light streaming into the room, providing a pleasant warm morning glow to the otherwise darkened room. Deeâs hair tickled his nostrils as he breathed in and hugged him close to his chest as Virgil softly snored, the peaceful expression so drastically different from the pain-fuelled one from the night before brought a smile to Pattonâs face. He hadnât planned to fall asleep but he was glad he did. Last nights nightmare and panic attack was so severe, it had been a while since his last one, especially one so bad. Virgil had told him previously that Pattonâs presence was comforting for him, particularly in the aftermath of a panic attack or flashback, so he usually stayed until Virgil fell asleep and would then return to his own room for the remainder of the night, leaving all of the emotional conversations for the following day. However, last nights breakdown required special attention and Patton felt more comfortable staying close to Virgil in case he had another nightmare.
These nights Virgilâs past trauma reared its ugly head were horrible. Nights when his mind took a hold of him and forced him to relive his most painful memories. When all of the anger and hurt he held inside his tiny ten year old body spilled out in an explosion of all of the emotions he tried to desperately to suppress. Patton couldnât help feeling useless during these moments, there was only so much he could to combat the immediate problems and help Virgil through it in the moment. He had learned most of Virgilâs triggers and how he responded to certain types of touch, support and consolation, however, Virgilâs mental health was often unpredictable. Emile had taught him how to respond appropriately in specific situations but he constantly had to adapt his methods depending on the circumstances, Virgilâs moods and his tolerance for physical touch in the moment. They were lucky his panic attack hadnât progressed any further and he had managed to sleep through the rest of the night.
Patton lifted his head to see Virgil and Dee curled up in each others arms, he smiled. Patton adored their closeness, they had a horrible upbringing but always had each other. Virgil was fiercely protective of Dee and Dee was attached to him at the hip, during Virgilâs flashbacks and panic attack he needed to be able to see Dee at all times to ensure himself that he was still here. It was the most effective way to calming him down by physically showing him that Dee was safe and here. Once Patton made sure they were both sound asleep and laid his head back down, allowing himself to be taken by sleep once again. Until he jolted upwards. What time was it?
Patton quickly glanced at the alarm clock. 7:45. Sugar! They had missed the school bus. They were going to be so late. Patton leapt up, shaking both Virgil and Dee awake.
âHey, kiddos, wake upâ Patton said with a sense of urgency in his voice as he roused them both from their slumber. âWe all slept him, quickly get dressed,â.
Once Patton had ensured both Virgil and Dee were awake and getting dressed, he bolted out of Virgilâs room and narrowly avoided tripping over both Roman and Romanâs blanket, who was awoken abruptly by Pattonâs yelp in surprise. He knew of Romanâs habit of waiting by Virgilâs door until Patton left, he had carried him to bed on one too many occasions after he fell asleep in the hallway.
âDad?â Roman said his voice still heavy with sleep as he rubbed his eyes.
âSorry, Roman, it looks like we all slept in, quickly go and get dressed then come downstairs for breakfast,â Patton explained as he knocked on Loganâs door before rushing off his own room to get himself dressed.
After throwing on the first pieces of clothes he could, culminating in a rather odd array of colours and pattern but he didnât have time to worry about that now. As he left his room to begin preparing a quick breakfast - he noticed something strange. Loganâs door was still closed. Patton hadnât heard it while he was getting it and it was entirely out of character for Logan to have slept in also. He knocked on the door. No response. He tried again. Silence. Roman, Virgil and Dee were exiting their own rooms now fully dressed.
âLogan, are you awake? Patton called out, not simply wanting to barge in, however, following another period of silence his nerves over came him and he opened the door.
The room was empty. Bed made pristinely as if nobody had ever slept there, the rest of the room was just as orderly. Logan was obsessed with routine. Perhaps, he had woken at his usual time but wanted to avoid waking anyone else despite the time and had been waiting downstairs for them. Patton, followed by Roman, Virgil and Dee all headed downstairs but as he reached the centre of the stairs a sweet smell entered his nostrils. It was the smell ofâŠpancakes. He sped up, rushing towards the kitchen and the direction of the smell. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Logan standing over the sink on top of a step (so he would be able to reach it) cleaning a variety of dishes; pans, utensils and bowls, with a stack of slightly misshapen pancakes sitting on the table.
âLogan?â Patton said in surprise. He had no idea what to think? Should he be proud? Logan had prepared breakfast of them. Upset? What if something had happened while he was asleep? What if the kitchen had caught fire? What if Logan had gotten hurt and he had no idea?
âGood morning, I noticed you were still asleep so I decided to prepare breakfast to allow you time to rest,â Logan explained as he finished the last of the dishes, piling them onto the drying rack.
âSweet!â Roman explained as he, Virgil and Dee sat at the table, digging into breakfast.
âWhere did you learn to cook, Logan?â Patton asked choosing to discuss why Logan shouldnât be cooking without supervision after breakfast. Sitting down at the table.
âI only know how to prepare pancakes, Maggie taught me the basic steps and from observing you I have memorised the process,â Logan explained as he continued cleaning instead of sitting down to eat with the rest of them.
Once they had all finished, Patton checked the time. 7:55. He had already resounded to his fate that they were going to be late. Patton urged Roman to finish getting ready, Virgil and Dee disappeared upstairs also as Patton helped Logan finish the cleaning.
âHey, Logan, thank you for cooking breakfast butâŠnext time you want to cook something please let me know,â Patton said. âWhat if something had happened or you got hurt?â.
âI-Iâm sorry,â Logan responded quietly, head down as he dried the dishes. Patton knew Logan didnât consider his own safety and was only thinking about the benefit to everyone else.
âI am not getting you into trouble but I just want you to be a little more careful, cooking can be dangerous especially while you are unsupervised. Promise me will you ask me for help if you ever need it,â Patton urged placing a hand on Loganâs shoulder and taking the dish cloth from him.
âI-I promiseâŠI apologise Patton, I wasnât thinking,âLogan admitted as he allowed Patton to take over drying the dishes while he sat down to finally eat his own breakfast.
âIt is alright Logan, I know you had good intentions and you really helped me out this morning. But maybe next time, lets cook together, okay?â Patton said as he finished up the dishes, sent a quick text message to Emile, asking him to watch over Logan, Dee and Virgil - he explained the situation of the previous night - and a phone call to the school, explaining they would likely be late and Virgil wouldnât be attending today. He was light on the details but they had the necessary information in his file so it required very little explanation for him to be allowed to take a mental health day. âDo you mind if you keep Virgil company for me Logan? Emile will be over in a little while and Iâll be home as soon as I can,â.
âOf course,â Logan responded as he dissected his singular pancake.
âThank you, kiddo,â Patton said as Roman, Virgil and Dee appeared a short while later. âAll right, you ready Roman? Virge, Emile will be over soon, you just take it easy today,â.
Virgil had hardly spoken at all this morning which wasnât unusual but the expression on his face yanked at Pattonâs heartstrings, his under eye circles were significantly darker than usual, his mouth was down-turned, eyes lifeless. He looked so tired. Panic attacks, especially one as severe as last night drain a lot of energy. Virgil usually slept the entire following day to recover. Today seemed like it would be no different. Virgil curled up on the sofa with Dee, drifting in and out of consciousness. Patton covered him with a blanket, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead.
âOkay, we really need to go now,â Patton said, he hated to leave Virgil, during a moment like this but Emile would be here shortly, he would be able to provide Virgil the support he needed until Patton returned. âIâll see you later kiddos, I love you,â.
âBye, dad,â Virgil mumbled his soft voice hoarse and broken. Pattonâs smiled. He was going to be okay. They were going to be okay.
BangâŠThe shot rang out. He ranâŠHe ran and ran and ran. The fire blazed around him. The air hot and the smoke thick. Coughing and stumbling as it entered his lungs, his vision blurred and his chest burned. He nearly allowed himself to be taken by the darkness. Until he heard it. A cry. NoâŠNoâŠNo. Not himâŠDonât hurt himâŠWhere is he? He forced himself up, fighting through the burning pain. He ranâŠHe ran and ran and ran. It was him. His father. Big, ugly, terrifying. His face blank. Gun hanging limply from his hand. He stood motionless over the screaming child before grabbing him. He screamed. âPLEASEâŠPLEASEâŠDONâT HURT HIMâŠHURT ME INSTEADâŠSTOP PLEASE!â His father did not listen. Only kept walking. Ignoring his pleading and begging.The fire had spread. Raging all around them. Burning hot and fierce. His father stop. His brother squirming in his hands holding him out over the flames. âNOâŠNOâŠNOâŠSTOPâŠSTOPâŠDONâT HURT HIM!â. He let go.
Virgil jolted awake. Sinking his teeth into his blanket to prevent him from screaming. His chest burned as all of the oxygen was painfully squeezed out of his lungs. He tried to focus his gaze on Dee, sound asleep in his bed, reminding himself he was still here. He was still here. Not there. He was here. Alive. He was alive. Virgil pressed his hands to his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath his palms, he counted through the breathing pattern Uncle Emile had taught him until the pained ease and his breathing slowed. He picked up his stuffed eeyore, hugging it tight to his chest as he lay back. He knew he likely wouldnât be returning to sleep any time soon. On nights like these Patton used to stay awake with him, just talking or sitting in silence, his presence was comforting in those moment. However, Virgil had already disturbed Patton today, forced him awake to deal with his issues, made them late for school, forcing him to call Emile just to watch him. He shouldnât disturb him. He was fine. Fine. All good.
Okay, maybe he wasnât fine. His hands were trembling and his throat and chest still burned as if he had inhaled a lung full of ash. Virgil glanced towards his alarm clock. 3:25am. Virgil decided to go down stairs to get a drink of water. Before leaving he checked on Dee, stroking his cheek as he mumbled in his sleep. He was still here. He made sure the window was still securely locked before quietly leaving, carefully not to wake any one else as he went downstairs. However, Virgil wasnât alone. As he descended the stairs, a soft light caught his attention. It was Logan. Curled up on the armchair. Book in one hand, flash-lighting the other. Shining it on the pages as he flipped through them. Why was he awake? Logan hadnât slept in like the rest of them. Why was he up at three in morning?
Virgil inched forward, careful not to disturb Logan. He looked so tired. The beginnings of purple bruises had appeared under his eyes. He looked nothing like the usual pristine, put together Logan. His hair was unruly. He was dressed in his oversized pyjamas and his mask was slipping. They really were the same. They were doing the exact same thing. Both were plagued by nightmares yet refused to accept Pattonâs support like he urged them to, out of the fear they were bothering him. Leading to them sitting alone, in the dark, the thoughts circling again and again and again. They were the same.
âYouâre up late,â Virgil called out. Logan flinched, startled by the sudden intrusion, evidently not expecting any company at this hour.
âVirgilâŠWhy are you awake?â Logan asked closing his book and allowing the flash-light to illuminate more of the room.
âSame reason as you,â Virgil responded as he clambered over the back of the sofa, collapsing in the centre of it.
âIâŠI donât know what you are talking about,â Logan stammered averting his gaze back to his book.
âSure, keep telling yourself that,â Virgil answered sarcasm thick in his words.
Loganâs mask was slipping. Virgil could see right through him. The tension he held in his body. The watery eyes. How he trembled despite his desperate efforts to stop. Logan was exhausted. Virgil was exhausted simply watching him fight against himself. He had returned to reading his book, attempting to ignore Virgilâs presence by not acknowledging his existence. Virgil stood, walking over to where Patton stored the extra blankets, picked out two. Wrapping one around his shoulders and the other he tossed across Loganâs lap, on top of his book and flash-light.
âHere,â Virgil said before returning his seat, creating a blanket cocoon for himself.
âThank you,â Logan grumbled manoeuvring the blanket around his shoulders and then silence fell over them.
After a period of silence, Logan closed his book, rubbing his temples as a pained expression came over his face. It was so sad. He looked so tired. Virgil had been where he was. Holding everything inside, until it attacked. He had Patton, Roman, Dee, Emile, Dot and Larry. Logan had nobody. He was alone. Dealing with everything on his own. Refusing to open up and accept any help. Maybe, Virgil was being hypocritical. He was currently ignoring his own problems but this was about Logan. The pain would only worsen. Building and building and building until he broke. Virgil knew he hadnât told Patton about his past yet and from his behaviour it didnât seem like he would any time soon. Logan wouldnât be able to keep it all inside for much longer. Virgil had tried. It never ended well. He had to do something.
âI had a another nightmareâŠthe anniversary of my parentâs death is coming up,â Virgil said. So, he was doing this now. Logan head snapped towards him.
âOh, Iâm sorry,â Logan responded presumably believing he had offended Virgil in some way.
âDonât beâŠthey-they were not good people,â Virgil admitted he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, Logan was still giving him his full attention as if urging him to continue.
âHeâŠmy dadâŠmy bio dadâŠhe hurt me. He drank a lot because of my mum, she was never really there, she was always out with different men, he knew but he directed all of his anger on me. I took it. I took all of it so he wouldnât hurt Dee,â Virgil said picking at his fingers nails. âMy dad hated Dee, he found out he wasnât his kid and everything got worse. I had to take care to Dee, mum was always out and dad was always drinking, she used to give me money for food and I used all of it for formula and stuff for Dee. I needed him to be safe. He was just a baby. I didnât care what happened to me. He was safe,â.
Virgil hadnât told anyone this in ages. It took him months to confess everything to Patton and then another six months to talk about it with Uncle Emile in therapy yet here he was bearing to all to Logan.
âEverything got worseâŠDadâŠhe came home early from drinking and found my mum in bed with another man. He shot him. HeâŠhe killed me. He was going to kill her to. I-I stood in front of her. I couldnât let him hurt her. I thought he was going to sh-shoot meâŠHe pressed the g-gun to my headâŠI thoughtâŠhe wasâŠgoing toâŠk-kill me. I sometimes wish he did!â Virgil exclaimed breathing growing faster and more erratic. âBut he didnât. He knocked me down and set the house on fire. I had to get Dee out but when I am found himâŠMy dad was already thereâŠHe grabbed him and started carrying him away...I was screaming at him to stopâŠb-butâŠh-he wouldnât listen,â,
Logan had moved from the armchair to the sofa, right next to Virgil. He hadnât noticed he had moved at all.
âHe c-carried him away. I-I kept screaming and begging himâŠB-but he wouldnât stop. He c-carriedâŠhimâŠto the fireâŠHe let him goâŠjustâŠlet him fall,â Virgil was openly sobbing now, tears stung his eyes, his entire body was trembling as he beginning to descend into hyperventilation. âI-I managedâŠmanaged to get him out but he got burnedâŠreally b-badlyâŠMy dad just stood thereâŠhe just stood there. I-I started screaming at him. Why? Why would he do that? He didnât answerâŠHe-he raised theâŠgun toâŠhis headâŠHe shot himselfâŠRight in front of meâŠI was fucking sevenâŠI was a fucking kid,â.
âI got out with Dee. My mum died because of the smoke and the house collapsed because of the fireâŠI-I was a kidâŠA fucking kid,â Virgil panted his breathing short and raspy, his hands burned with the memories of the flames searing his skin as the tears continued to fall. Why was he like this?
âVirgil, I believe you are in the beginning stages of a panic attack, I would like to help you if you would allow me to,â Logan asked inching closer however Virgil knew he wouldnât reach out with explicit consent, he would laugh is he could. He had done this to try and get Logan to open up but here he was being comforted by him.
Virgil merely nodded, reaching his hands out, allowing Logan to take them and direct them in the correct position as he counted through the breathing routine. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. Virgil assumed Patton must have taught him. After several cycles his breathing began to even out but then the laughter burst out of him.
âUmâŠVirgilâŠare you alright?â Logan asked having retreated to the other side of the sofa once Virgilâs panic attack had passed, his confusion present on his face from Virgil strange reaction.
âYeah, yeahâŠjesusâŠI thought sharing all of my trauma would help you feel comfortable to open up but in the end you ended up comforting me,â Virgil chuckled wrapping his blanket tighter around himself.
âI appreciate the sentiment Virgil, Iâm fine,â Logan replied averting his gaze. Clearly a lie.
âNo your not, I can tell,â Virgil stated.
âI-IâŠokayâŠokayâŠI had a nightmare,â Logan admitted. âMy parents were also not nice people, they were obsessed with control and perfection which included me. I needed to be perfect for them. They wouldâŠpunish meâŠif I wasnât. Small things; food taken away, more studyingâŠother things. H-horrible thingsâŠI-IâŠâ Logan trailed off, hand hovering over a specific spot on his chest which was hidden by the fabric of his jumper.
âItâs okay Logan, you donât need to show me,â Virgilâs voice softened. Logan who appeared so strong and unbothered by everything was terrified. Terrified by what his parents had done to him. He looked so small and frail, trembling as he recalled the painful memories.
âIts pathetic. So pathetic,â Logan repeated. âWhy canât I do it? Your scars were as a result of you saving your brotherâs life, mine are only from my own cowardice. I let them do this to me. I let them. I did nothing to stop it!â.
âYou canât blame yourself,â Virgil urged.
âWhy not? Itâs my fault. I didnât fight back. I did nothing. Its pathetic,â Logan exclaimed. Virgil could see the tears welling up in his eyes.
âNo, it isnât,â A voice called out. Both Virgil and Logan jumped at the sudden intrusion, turning towards the direction of the voice. It was Patton. Still dressed in his baby blue pyjamas. âI had a feeling I would find the two of you here,â.
Patton sat on the sofa, urging Virgil and Logan to sit on either side on him, neither had spoken since they were caught. Virgil only wrapped the blanket tighter around himself as Logan stared at his hands, twisting them in the fabric of his pyjama pants.
âI heard a lot of what you both said, I am not upset but I want youâŠboth of youâŠto know I would never be upset with you for waking me up if you need me. It hurts me more to know you are suffering in silence. I am your dad. I will be here for you at all hours of the night. You kiddos are my top priority. I am here for you,â Patton said his usual goofy and bubbly personality replaced with what Virgil and Roman referred to as Pattonâs serious mode. Virgil had heard the same speech on numerous occasions but he still struggled to belief him. This brain wouldnât allow him to. âYou can come to me, I want you too, there isnât anything we canât work through as a family. Now who wants a hug?â.
Virgil almost threw himself into Pattonâs arms, revelling in the almost instant relief it provided him, as if Pattonâs aura of comfort and safety dispelled all the evil from his body. Logan took a little more convincing but soon enough he was also wrapped in Pattonâs embrace, Virgil took a hold of Loganâs sleeve. He wasnât sure why he did. Maybe to prevent Logan from pulling away? Or just to remind him that Virgil he was for him? But he didnât resist, allowing himself to be enveloped in Pattonâs arms. Virgil didnât know how long they sat there, curled up in each others arms. Logan had fallen asleep a short while ago and Virgil would likely be following him soon.
âLetâs get you two to bed,â Patton said softly, moving carefully so not to wake Logan, lifting him with ease in order to carry him to bed. Virgil staggered groggily behind him. Once Logan was put to bed, Patton entered Virgilâs room. âHow are you doing Virge?â.
âFine,â Virgil mumbled sleepily, curling up beneath his weighted blanket as Patton sat on the edge of his bed, picking up his eeyore toy, tucking it besides him underneath his covers.
âAre you sure? Today has been a difficult day for you,â Patton said running his fingers through Virgilâs fringe.
âIâm worried about Logan,â Virgil admitted, burrowing further beneath his covers.
âI know, I am too but Iâll talk to him tomorrow,â Patton said Virgil felt a little more at ease. Logan would be okay. Patton would help him. âOkay kiddo, you get to sleep now, it is late,â.
âNight, dad,â Virgil mumbled as Patton pressed a kiss to his forehead.
âGoodnight Virgil, I love you,â Patton whispered before closing the door silently.
Virgil closed his eyes, slipping into a peaceful and dreamless sleep. The weight and pain easing. Maybe he would be okay. Â
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HAPPPYYY BOKAY THURSDAYYYYYY!!!!!!!! *que air horns* Anyways would you like to write some 80âs AU Bokay head cannons?? Like how you first met??
TYSM FOR THE ASK BB!! iâm sorry it took so long for me to get to it! this ended up being,, WAY longer than i anticipated? i just went off on one idea so this is less general hcs and kinda how we met and got together! also i made a moodboard for no reason?Â
OK SO this is a college/uni bokay late 80s/early 90s au!!
bo is there on a sports scholarship (likely american football or maybe rugby) and also part of one of the frats on campus!!
so heâs not trying as hard as he could be on the academics side
THIS ISNT BC HES NOT SMART
i know a lot of ppl donât see bo as smart BUT HE IS
heâs just focusing on other things and using his smarts to plan the best parties that campus has ever seen
so as a result of his scholarship, he has to keep his grades up
unfortunately, heâs slipping in a couple of his classes and gets told he needs to find a tutor and thatâs where i come in!!
i work at the academic success center (i actually did do this in college!) and so heâs one of the students that i get assigned to work w
our tutoring sessions consist of a lot of him semi flirting but also blushing?
heâs embarrassed bc heâs here to get help even tho he could have done the work heâs just kinda lazy and gets distracted when thereâs a million other things on his plate
like practice and workouts and training and the ton of frat events he attends
so the flirting is a lot of âyou look different today, did you get a haircut or something?â âactually i slept like 3 hours thanks for noticingâ and then awkward silences
bc im over here thinking âWHAT THE FUCK THIS GUY IS SO HOT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS ON SPANISH LITERATURE WHEN HE LOOKS LIKE THAT AHHHHâ
at least at first?? but then he does all this cute stuff during tutoring sessions like chewing on the end of his pencil or doodling little notes in the margins of his books, or using cute photos of his family back home as a bookmark
and then it goes from just appreciating him as eye candy to âwell shit i kinda wanna love him foreverâ
we go on with tutoring for a while, but eventually boâs grades pick up and he doesnât need the appointments anymore
both of us are a little too shy and awkward to say anything on the last session so we both go home at the end just kicking ourselves for not asking for a phone number or to meet up or anything
we donât see each other for a while
or at least bo doesnât see me for a while
i go to all of his home games and cheer him on but he doesnât know bc i like to sit at the top and leave before the crowd heads out
but heâs always searching the crowd at games, trying to see if iâm there, and feeling a pit in his stomach whenever he sweeps the crowd and doesnât immediately see me
one night some months later, after the season has ended, iâm waking back to my dorm through greek row bc iâm a slut for architecture and none other than bo is walking out of one of the large building wearing a toga, a crown of poorly painted gold leaves around his head, his face flushed, and a huge grin on his face
i stop in my tracks momentarily at the sight, wondering if iâve actually passed out in the library and am dreaming
but then boâs voice calling my name is ringing through the sounds of the party drifting through the open doorway behind him and heâs bounding over, the grin on his face growing
as he gets closer, i see the flush in his face and the slight stumble in his step and brace myself for impact as he crashes into me for a hug, his arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me up
âuh bo???â iâm blushing and trying to free myself from his grip ok iâm not trying that hard WHO WOULDNT WANNA BE IN HIS ARMS
but heâs just grinning and laughing before setting me down and grabbing my hand, pulling me into the brightly lit doorway and up the stairs of the house
âiâve been kicking myself for not asking you out ages ago so letâs go out now!! we could get burgers or just walk around the city or get ice cream or go skinny dipping or ââ he cuts himself off, looking back at me with wide eyes as his smile drops for a moment while he lets go of my hand
âoh my god i mean if you want to of course iâm so sorry this probably seems so creepy and pushy ââ he babbles on, his facial expression now one of panic instead of excitement
i just laugh, still kind of thinking that iâm dreaming, and reassure him with a squeeze of his hand and a small smile, âbo no that all sounds amazing, iâd love to. i was hoping weâd run into each other tooâ
at this, his grin returns to his face as he continues bounding up the stairs and down a hall, before pulling me into a bedroom
âarenât we moving kinda fast?â i tease him as i look around the incredibly chaotic room
bo turns around with a shocked look on his face before it melts into a grin and a hearty laugh as he sees the teasing look on my face
âiâm just getting changed! canât go out on the town in a toga,â he calls over his shoulder as he walks to the closer. âdonât look,â he turns around and waffles his eyebrows at me with a grin, before pulling out a shirt and some jeans
as he gets changed, i turn around and look around the the room, not failing to notice the sticky notes littering his desk, little messages and reminders that iâd written for him during our tutoring sessions
i feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see bo, eyes excited and face still slightly flushed, but now fully dressed
he sees me eyeing the sticky notes on his desk and blushes even more, a hand going to rub at his neck before heâs laughing and grabbing one, looking at it affectionately before sticking it back down
âthey help me stay focused, you know? remind me that i should be working hard. you really helped me a lotâ
before i can respond, heâs grabbing my hand and pulling me down the stairs, out the door, and into the fresh night air
we walk around the city, getting to know each other better over burgers before getting ice cream and MAYBE SKINNY DIPPING IDK đ
at the end of the night, we head back to my dorm, deciding to watch a movie and since âitâs close enough, and we might as well stay up to watch the sunriseâÂ
we end up putting on a movie, something fun and light like hercules, and cuddle up on the couch, falling asleep just before the sun risesÂ
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THE WAY I COULD HAVE KEPT WRITING I--Â IM SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG AHHH
tysm for requesting this bb!! i rly didnât think iâd be able to write much bc i donât rly âgetâ decades aus? i think itâs bc there arenât many POC in media from the 80s and 90s and so itâs hard to picture for me! but N E WAYS, this was my best attempt!! it was a lot of fun to write once i got into the mindset!! and thank yall for reading if you got this far?? I LOVE YOUÂ
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The Most Stressful Time of the Year.
A/N: Just a little something I thought up over these past few days that is pure fluff. (And my first hockey player one shot, yikes, so please be nice) Hope you enjoy đ.
Word Count: 2.1k
âAus, hey.â
Although your boyfriend was partially aware that he was being called, he was too focused on his phone to even bother giving whoever was talking to him any attention.
âAuston?â
His brows furrowed as he read through his text conversations with you. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The two of you were talking about a possible date to the Toronto Christmas Market in the upcoming weeks before you wished him luck, and he had to put his phone away to get ready for the game in Philly.
It was a tough loss against the Flyers, and the entire team was in pretty low spirits because of it, but what threw Auston off, even more, was how when they were getting ready to leave the arena, and he finally looked at his phone again, there wasnât a single notification from you.
He was almost positive it was nothing, but heâd grown accustomed to having at least one message from you as soon as he got off the ice. It was your thing. After every game, you would always say how proud you were and how much you loved him, regardless of the score. Auston appreciated it immensely, and although he had grown so used to such a small yet meaningful action, it still made the butterflies in his stomach flutter with affection. So, to not see a message from you after a game; made him worry a little bit.
You were in the midst of exam season at uni and up to your ears in homework, which was why you didnât tag along for the trip to Philadelphia in the first place so that you could attend the game in Toronto the following night; maybe go to the Raptors game the night after. Before the game, you told Auston that youâd be up late finishing your assignments and would meet him at Pearson just like you usually did. What you didnât tell him though, was just how exhausted you were with everything going on in life at the moment. Although he did ask you how you were doing on multiple occasions earlier in the day, you insisted that you were fine and made sure to not show how tired you were during a brief facetime call the two of you shared.
As soon as he dipped out of the dressing room, Auston called you. Again, it was something he always did after a game; but when he was instantly met with your voicemail⊠he was a bit confused. So, he sent you a text.
Auston
Heading to the airport now. Canât wait to see you, x.
He couldnât help but anxiously glance at his phone every time it buzzed with a new notification in hopes that it was you saying youâd gone to get a bite to eat or something. However, when the device dinged, and it wasnât a message from you, his facial features would fall slightly, and heâd let out a sigh; gestures that didnât go unnoticed by his teammates as they made their way through the airport terminal.
As everyone boarded the plane, Auston tried once more to call you, getting in the way of John and William as they tried to pass him in the narrow hallway. He didnât realize at the time, but a few of the guys were watching as he began pacing and stressfully pushing his free hand through his hair once reluctantly hung up his phone after being met by your voicemail again. It was then they decided maybe someone should see what was going on.
Freddie was the one who decided to step up and ask what was up. But it still took him a few tries to actually gain his teammatesâ attention.
âMATTHEWS!â
Jumping at the sudden outburst behind him, Auston was quick in whipping around to face Freddie. âWoah! Whatâs your deal?â
âMy deal? Whatâs your deal? Youâve been acting weird since we left the arena. Everything alright?â
Auston sighed.
âYouâre going to think itâs pathetic.â
âMore pathetic than I already think you are?â Freddie quipped. âIâm kidding. Clearly, something is bothering you. Whatâs going on?â
With another sigh, Aus explained the situation. He said how he didnât want to think much about it because maybe you were just busy with schoolwork, but there was also this weird feeling about it all that he couldnât shake. What if something happened to you?
Freddie was able to see where he was coming from easily. He knew of yours and Austonâs cheesy antics, having seen it first hand since the two of you started dating, and to be completely honest, even he found it a little strange that no one could get ahold of you⊠especially Auston.
âThat is a little weird, not going to lie.â
âI know,â your boyfriend huffed as a flight attendant came by to say theyâd be departing soon and for them to please take their seats. âIâm probably overthinking it, but, ugh, I donât even knowâŠâ
âItâs part of your routine, man,â Freddie reasoned. âYouâre worried cause youâre not used to suddenly not hear from her, any of us would be if it were our girlfriend. But, weâll be back in Toronto in a couple of hours. Iâm sure sheâs fine and will be there waiting to pick you up.â
âYouâre right, thanks, man,â Auston replied with a smile before getting into his seat and trying to relax for the flight home.
As soon as the plane landed and he was able to turn his phone off airplane mode, Auston stared at his phone, hopefully, thinking it would light up with just one simple message from, but still nothing. His face fell immediately, growing even more anxious as he gathered his things and exited the plane.
You ended up not being at the gate waiting for him, and that made him feel even worse. Panicked even. So, he tried calling you again to make sure you were ok.
All he cared about at that point was knowing that you were safe. He couldnât have cared less about you not picking him up or texting him after the game; right then, all he wanted to know was that nothing had happened to you, and all would be fine. But yet, he still couldnât get an answer.
âHey, sheâs probably at home asleep or at the library studying or something,â Mitch spoke up from behind him. âI just got off the phone with Steph, she was talking to her earlier tonight. Said she was exhausted but had a lot to work to do, Iâm sure sheâs fine, Aus.â
Iâm sure sheâs fine. No matter how many times he was told that it was becoming harder for Auston to believe. However, there wasnât much he could do while stuck at Pearson and you somewhere downtown.
âYeah, um, I think Iâll just stop by her apartment⊠Donât think sheâd be at the library this late. Think I could catch a ride with you and Mo?â
âOf course, let's go.â
The three men made their way into the city as quickly as they could with the odd late-night traffic. Your apartment was a one-bedroom in the Church-Wellesley Village. It resided above a coffee shop, and even with its small size, you never complained, despite it being in a rougher part of Torontoâs downtown core when comparing it to where Austonâs fancy condo was. You found it after your first year of university as you were moving out of student residence and had stayed there since. However, after dating Auston for as long as you have, you pretty much lived with him and had plans to not renew your lease in the spring so that you could properly move in together.
But your apartment was near your school, so it made sense that you crammed yourself up there rather than at Austonâs with how early some of your exams could be, and how much you hated waking up for them. Also, thatâs where you said you were when you and he talked earlier in the day.
You liked your apartment, to put it simply, and although youâd never admit it⊠you much preferred being at Austonâs when he was there as opposed to alone because it didnât quite feel like home just yet.
When Morgan pulled up outside of your building, Auston was quick in grabbing his stuff and bolting. He muttered a quick thanks and goodbye to his teammates, saying heâd keep them updated, before digging the key you gave him out of his pocket so he could use it to let himself in. He made his way up the dingy staircase to the second floor and walked down to the hall to your door, taking a deep breath before opening it and hopefully seeing you on the other side.
But your apartment was dark and empty.
Auston could see indications that you were there at some point when he switched the light on, but after a quick look through the space, he determined you were definitely not there. But where could you be? It was too late for the library to be open, he was sure someone wouldâve known if youâd gone to a friend from school to study⊠but no one knew anything. It was as if you had vanished.
He raked his mind for ideas of where you could be, and the only other place he could think of was his condo. Again, although you never admitted it, Auston knew you didnât love being at his condo alone. He was determined to make it feel like home for you and things were definitely progressing in that direction, but you still hadnât moved in fully and he was pretty sure you wouldnât want to be there on your own until that happened. But he figured there was nowhere else you could possibly be, so thatâs where he headed.
It was a short Uber ride from your apartment down to where his condo was, but for Auston, it seemed like ages. He didnât make very much conversation with the driver, just the basic hellos and how are yous, all while his knee bounced anxiously and, he wished he could just get there faster.
As soon as he arrived, he was rushing through the building's front doors and to the elevators. It took dreadfully long for him to finally get to his floor before the doors opened again and, he hurried down the hallway to his unit. He was quick unlocking the door and pushing it open, before letting out an audible sigh when he was able to see inside.
You were completely passed out. Curled up on the large sectional in the living room, surrounded by various notes and textbooks with your laptop still open on the glass coffee table. The blinds on the windows were still open, showcasing the nights CN tower light show in the distance, while Sportsnet's late-night reruns of NHL highlights played on the flat-screen TV.
Auston couldnât help but chuckle at himself over how worried heâd gotten, but also at his relieved he was just to know you were safe.
With a slight shake of his head, he dropped his things by the door, took his shoes off, and made his way over to you. He gently scooped you up off the couch bridal style, smiling as you unconsciously nuzzled into his chest, and carried you to the bedroom. He tried so hard to not wake you, but struggled in opening the door while making sure to not drop you in the process; ultimately resulting in you being jolted awake.
âAus?â You muttered sleepily while knuckling at your eyes. âW-when did you get home? What time is it?â
âAlmost 3am,â he replied with a soft smile.
âWhat!? I- oh my god, I thought I set an alarm to wake me up if I fell asleep. I didnât even see the whole game.â
âTrust me, you didnât miss much. Was worried about you though, couldnât get ahold of you regardless of how hard I tried.â
âOh,â you said quietly as he laid you down on the bed and tucked you in before beginning to strip down to his boxers. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to- oh shit, I was supposed to pick you up I-.â
âYou have nothing to apologize for,â he chuckled as he switched off the light and crawled into the bed beside you. The loud yawn you let out as he pulled you into his chest didnât go unnoticed by him, and he couldn't help his smile as you instinctively cuddle up against him. âIâm just glad youâre safe. Are you ready for your exam tomorrow?â
âI think so.â
âGood. Letâs get some rest then, yeah?â
âDeal,â you answered while letting your body gradually relax as you began falling sleep again. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â he replied and placed a soft peck to your forehead before holding onto you just a little bit tighter than usual, and eventually let himself drift off into a peaceful sleep as well.
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Soulmate
â pairing: Bang Chan x Reader
 â genre: Slice of life, Romance
 âSynopsis: You return home from college one summer and are reunited with your childhood best friend Bang Chan. After not seeing each other for years, how will this summer turn out?Â
â words: 5.3k
â rating: SFW
â warnings: Seungmin being an evil wingman and a rowdy game of truth or dare.
â notes: Hello everyone I now am a fan of Stray Kids! Something about summer vibes on the beach with the boys really got me thinking and this came from it! The whole soulmate section was from this twitter thread about Chanlix I 10/10 recommend. I also didnât proofread because I never do so sorry!Â
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You werenât really expecting to go back to your hometown over the summer. In all honesty, you were planning on a two month road trip with your best friends, Senior year girls trip they said and yet somehow last minute, everyone's lives seemed to pull in different directions. Your family was more than happy to have you back home over the summer, but you were a little bummed you weren't doing anything to commemorate your last summer before your senior year of college.Â
You watched out the passenger window of your mother's car, speeding down the familiar rodes of your childhood. A fond smile found itself on your face as you got lost in the nostalgia, It had been awhile since you had returned home, and surprisingly, it did seem you missed it a lot. Your mother chatted excitedly beside you, plans she had for you all and what not, but as you zoned back in you heard her voice ask you a question.Â
âHm?â You asked looking back at her. Your mother huffed as she rolled her eyes.
âChan and his parents are coming over for dinner tonight, so youâll need to freshen up. His friends are coming as well.â
You sat up quickly, âChan? Like, Bang Chan, that Chan?â You asked, a little surprised. Your mother nodded, âYes and they are so excited to see you after all these years! Chan especially. He still always made time to come over even when you were gone. His friends come over as well, they are such a nice group of boys.â Your mother added, not helping your nervousness. Your family had lived on the same street, in the same house, since the day you were born. It was the same story next door. The family next to yours had a son, the same age as you and you both had become an inseparable duo. Y/n and Chan. You and Chan grew up together all the way until college, when he decided to stay and attend your hometowns university while you traveled abroad. You couldnât lie, the day you left Chan felt like your heart was torn in two, but over time you healed. Gradually the two of you had minimal contact, and then none. Now at the sudden news of seeing your once best friend made your heart race.Â
The car soon pulled into the driveway of your house and you spotted the gathering of neighbors who seemed to be waiting for your arrival. You grinned as you hopped out of the car quickly, giving friendly waves to the once familiar faces of your childhood. You smiled even wider spotting your father, barbecuing in the yard as you lunged yourself into his arms. It felt better than youâd like to admit, being home with your family like this. You heard more familiar voices and recognized them as Mr. and Mrs. Bang, you smiled at you lovingly.Â
âY/n my dear! Youâve grown up so lovely.â Chanâs mom smiled, giving you a tight hug. His father nodded as you gave you one as well, âItâs great to see you again Y/n. Chan should be around here somewhere, but Iâm sure heâll find you.â
You nodded, a little on edge. You had at least wanted to prepare to meet Chan, but that didn't seem to be on the table. Would he still be the same Chan you remember? You doubted it. It made you nervous, who has he become in these past few years? You both didnât mean to lose contact, but with the pressures of school and new found social lives, you just lost touch.
Is he mad at me? The thought crosses your brain in a panic, your family ushering you into the house so they could start the meal. Friends and neighbors flooded the halls of your home and you gave smiles to everyone, until you could hear rowdy jeers from the living room. You turned the corner to find a group of guys sitting in front of your families TV, aggressively playing Mario Kart.Â
âHyunjin is cheating! There's no way he can keep getting these blue shells!â A blonde boy yelled, while another side eyed him, you imagined that one was Hyunjin.
âWell if Chan could stop red shelling me I wouldnt have to blue shell you Jisung.â Hyunjin stuck his tongue out at Jisung but you faltered as a voice turned your head.Â
âGuys calm down, sheâs gonna be here soon.â
His voice was deeper than you thought it was going to be, and it sent chills up your spine. There he was. Chan was blonde now, but his hair still had that familiar curl to it. His shoulders seemed to be larger than you remembered and he looked even taller. The guys mumbled as they started to pack away their game, but you stepped out from behind the corner, clearing your throat.
âI mean really, you guys don't have to stop for me.âÂ
The group whipped their head around to gawk at you, shifting in your spot. You gave a shy wave as you met Chanâs eyes, his staring wide back at you.Â
âBro you didnât say she was this hot.â Jisung interrupted, breaking the silence, earning a swift headlock from Chan. The air seemed to grow lighter as they stood up, walking over to greet you.Â
âHi Y/n we heard a lot about you, we're Chanâs friends and we also frequent your house because your momâs cooking is delicious.â Hyunjin smiled as you shook his hand.Â
âNice to meet you, and thanks for keeping my parents company.â You smiled as you greeted the rest of the group. The last one was Chan. He walked up to you shyly rubbing the back of his head, his hands raking through his hair.Â
âHey Y/n.â He said simply, a side smile on his face. From the social atmosphere you had with his friends, you were surprised by his sudden awkwardness. âHey Chan long time no see.â You smiled, rubbing your arm. He didn't make an advance to hug you or shake your hand, but rather settled for a pat on the shoulder. âI think your dad finished cooking, let's go eat!â He said more so to the group as he led the way to the kitchen, you trailing behind. You were now definitely confused, but you decided to try and make the most of the night. Turns out, Chanâs friends were amazing. You found yourself laughing with them in the backyard as they told you about their adventures with Chan and what they know about you. Chan had become friends with the others during their first year of uni, and they all had been inseparable.Â
âHeâs so much different than the Chan I remember.â You grinned, earning ooohâs from the group. âTell us Y/n what was he like before you left?â Seungmin asked. You tapped your chin thinking, âHe was always a big crybaby, he worried so much whenever I wanted to go have fun.â You glanced at Chan who seemed to roll his eyes. âPlus he wasnât blonde. I like it.â You added, earning a quick glance from him. Chan seemed to loosen up as the evening went on, returning to the Chan you imagined. The party went great, and gradually people started to take their leave. You started to help clean up the back as you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to see Felix. âHey Felix whats up?â You smiled as he helped you collect plates. âWell tomorrow, the guys and I, we're all gonna go to the beach and I just wanted to know if you wanted to tag along?â You had to admit, there was a part of you that was sad it wasnât Chan inviting you, but you were still excited for the adventure. âSure Iâd love to!â You grinned, Felix smiling as well. âAwesome well here, thatâs my number, but Iâm sure Chan will pick you up to meet us!â You nodded as you put his contact info in your phone and waved goodbye. The only ones left was your family and Chans, all lounging in the house. Chan stood in the kitchen, bent over the sink doing the dishes. You smiled, walking up behind him, frowning as he took a quick step from you.Â
âHey Chan umm Felix invited me to go with you guys to the beach tomorrow...that's okay yeah?â You asked with a raised brow. You could see his eyes flicker from your profile to the dishes as he gave a quick nod. âWe're leaving at 8am.â He said quickly as he dyed his hands, taking his leave to the living room.Â
His behavior was definitely odd now. Shrugging it off you finished cleaning as you heard Chan and his family getting ready to leave. You smiled as they hugged you once more, commenting on how beautiful you had gotten, and you gave a final wave to Chan as he gave you a half smile. You shut the front door, the exhaustion from the day sinking in as you retreated to your old childhood bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed you found yourself falling asleep within minutes.Â
You were awoken to taps on your window. Small at first but then growing more and more persistent. Groggily, you sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes as you headed to the window. On the lawn was Chan, a frown on his face. âY/N câmon we gotta go!â He called, motioning to his car next door. Gasping you checked the time, seeing it was already eight in the morning. You opened the window, âGive me like ten minutes Iâm so sorry!â You called out, fumbling in your suitcase for some clothes for the beach. In record timing you sprinted down the stairs, waving to your parents as you flew out the door, jogging to Chan who was heading to his car.Â
âJesus Chan Iâm so sorry I overslept-â You looked at the car as he opened the door, a smile stretching your face. âYou still have the jeep!â You grinned, quickly hopping in with a familiar ease. During highschool, Chan worked at the local pool every summer so by senior year he could have a car. It was a red beat up jeep, but he loved it immensely.Â
Chan seemed to be in a lighter mood than he was last night, as he nodded with a light smile, âYeah I haven't had the heart to get a new car.â Turning the ignition, the jeep started as he started to back out of the driveway, one hand on the back of your seat as we watched the back for incoming cars. Soon you both were on your way. You fiddled with your hands on your lap, glancing at Chan from the side. He did seem to be in a better mood, maybe you could talk?Â
âLast night was super fun! Your friends are so nice.â You smiled, earning a nod from Chan. Then silence. It was almost suffocating how awkward it was, so you glanced at the floor of the jeep to see cases of Cds littering the ground. There was one in particular, a blank CD colored with sharpies which you recognized instantly.Â
âYou still have our CD?â You asked, astonished. Chan cleared his throat as he refrained from making eye contact. âWell yeah..you made it for me in what like..middle school?â You nodded happily, putting the disc into the cd drive, familiar tunes of your childhood started to pour into the car. You laughed as the wind blew through your hair, singing along to the nostalgic songs, and even happier when Chan started to softly sing along as well. As if the weight had been lifted off of your guysâs shoulders, you both screamed along to the song, laughing with each other and returning to the sense of comfort you had made in one another.Â
âYou had me scared Chan! You were acting so weird last night!â You huffed, earning an apologetic smile from Chan. âSorry Y/n, but in my defense it had been years since weâve seen each other, I wasnât sure how we could just click like we used too.â He admitted and you nodded. âWell Iâm glad we're good now, right?â You asked. He gave a swift nod as he pulled the jeep into the beach parking lot, âDefinitely.âÂ
From the car you could already see the chaos of Chanâs friends on the beach. One umbrella was up but they managed to set up a volleyball net and had coolers or drinks and food. Hopping out of the car you collected your bag and sprinted to the beach, the cheers of the others making you run faster.
âHey guys!â You panted, out of breath from how fast you were going. The others gave you high fives and pats on the back as they took your belongings into the shade.Â
âThere are drinks and snacks in the cooler, Changbin set up volleyball for us too!â Hyunjin grinned as he showed you where everything was. âWow this looks great guys!â You laughed as you kicked off your shoes, relishing in the hot sand beneath your toes. Some of the guys had gone into the water and noticed the gathering so started to head back. âHey Y/n!â Felix called, brushing his wet hair back and giving you a friendly wave. âHey Felix! You smiled, offering him a towel from the pile nearby. He happily took it as he started to dry himself off by you, water droplets splashing onto you. âHey stop getting me wet!â You warned which only caused a mischievous smirk to grow on his face. âOh yeah?â and before you knew it, you had been lifted from the safety of the sand and into Felixâs arms. âFelic I swear put me down!â You laughed as he spun you around, walking dangerously close to the oncoming waves. Both your guysâs laughs could be heard along the beach, causing Chan to look up from unpacking the extra drinks he brought.Â
âThey look oftly close.â Seungmin commented, much to the dismay on Chanâs face. âYeah I guess so.â Chan mumbled, setting down the last of the beverages. âWhat if Lix likes her Chan? What will you do?â Seungmin mused, picking up a can and opening it. Chan whipped his head towards him, âItâd be fine. Felix is one of my best friends and so is Y/n-â Seungmin interrupted, âYou told us all how Y/n was like your little sister. I think you know thatâs not true. Iâd rethink your feelings before Lix gets in too deep.â and with that Seungmin jogged over to the volleyball game, leaving Chan alone with his thoughts.Â
You and Felix cackled as he held you over the waves, which were up to his knees now.Â
âFelix put me down or else there will be consequences!â you screamed as the waves started to get dangerously close to your feet. Felix raised a brow at you as his grip started to loosen on your body and before you could stop it, he dropped you in the ocean. Quickly standing up you glared at him, splashing him with all you could. Your laughter seemed to attract the attention of the others and soon one by one, everyone was in the waves.Â
The sun hot against your skin as you all tumbled on the sand, watching the others from the shore. Jisung was up on Changbins shoulders, while Minho rested on Chan's shoulders, fighting to knock one another over. With a shove Jisung managed to topple Minho into the cold water, his arms high in victory.Â
âI challenge you Y/n! Get on Chans shoulders!â You stopped as you heard his request. This was a game you and Chan played all the time as kids, but as he said before, things were a bit different now. You walked to the shore, looking at Chan for any signs of discomfort. He gave a shrug, âSeems weâve been challenged Y/n. Let's show them.â You grinned as you waded into the water near Chan. His shoulders were definitely broader than before, all those years of swimming taking an effect on him. Carefully Chan grasped your hands as he went below the water, your legs carefully situated on his shoulders as he rose up. You squirmed at how high you were, but felt a hand on your thighs.Â
âItâs okay I got you.â
You tried to glance down at him to see his face, but Jisung charged at the both of you, Changbin surging through the water. You grinned as your hands collided with Jisungâs, shaking between the both of you.Â
âCâmon Chan push harder!â You called, feeling yourself slowly get closer to Jisung. As the two of your shoved each other back and forth, finally, with all your power, you managed to land one hard shove against Jisung. His eyes widened as he lost his balance, falling into the water. âWe did it Chan!â You grinned, waving your hands in the air as everyone cheered. Chan laughed as he patted your leg before signaling he was letting you down. You smiled up at him, your heart fluttering because this was the Chan you remember.Â
This was the Chan you loved.Â
High fiving each other, you both made your way back to the shore where Felix stood, holding out a towel for the both of you. âThanks Lix.â Chan smiled as he took it. You nodded your thanks as well, wrapping the towel around your shoulders. As you walked back to the picnic, you playfully nudged Chanâs shoulders. âIâm glad I get to be here with my best friend again.â you admitted, playing with your wet hair. Chan glanced down at you with a smile, âMe too Y/n.â
The rest of the day was spent playing games and simply relaxing on the beach. Soon the set began to set on the horizon, the sky turning orange and red.Â
âWell we actually brought stuff to make a bonfire. If you guys are down?â Jeongin offered, earning nods from the group. Together you and the others began to slowly craft a small bonfire, it wasnât spectacular but it kept you guys warm as the night cooled down. Everyone huddled by the crackling flames as the banter passed back and forth.Â
âAll right all right now let's get to the interesting stuff.â Jisung stood up, commanding the attention of everyone. âHyunjin truth or dare.â Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes at Jisungs as he shook his head, âCâmon guys itâll be fun!â Hyunjin thought for a moment before answering coolly, âDare.â Everyone oooh-ed as Jisung grinned evilly. âI dare you Hyunjin, to swim in the ocean.â Hyunjin looked at him with furrowed brows, âIs that it? That's pretty easy-â âNaked.â Jisung added quickly, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Hyunjin scowled, but stood up, taking a running start to the waves, bits and pieces of clothes flying off. Your head turned to follow but your eyes were covered by a large hand. You stifle a laugh, âChan Iâm not five.â Chan huffed behind you, âYeah but they forgot a girl was here.â His hand radiated heat on your face and suddenly you could tell how close he was to your back, the hairs on your neck standing up.
You could hear a splash, and a scream and you quickly moved Chanâs hand, seeing Hyunjin neck deep in the water, waving back at the group. Jisung rolled his eyes, âYeah yeah alright let's move along, Seungmin your up.â Seungmin grinned as he glanced around the group, âAlright...Felix truth or dare.â Felix who sat a few spots away from you glanced up..âUhhh truth.â Seungmin frowned as the group jeered, âCâmon pick dare!â Felix groaned as he waved his hands, âFine fine dare then you bullies.â Seungmin grinned, a glint in his eyes. âFelix I dare for you...to kiss the prettiest girl here.â The air seemed to stand still.
 Wait...you're the only girl.
Seungmin grinned as he saw the shocked expression of you and Felix, âNotice how I didnât say prettiest person, because I would have smoked all you bitches.â The group seemed to laugh it off, the energy crackling as they waited in anticipation. Felix sighed as he moved slowly, making his way over to you. A tight hand gripped your arm as you glanced back at Chan who quickly removed it, âOh-uh sorry.â You felt more nervous without the contact as Felix gave you an apologetic smile. âHope this is okay Y/n.â You nodded, a reassuring smile on your face. Felix gently put a hand on your cheek as he glanced at you. His eyes seemed to wander past you before returning to your face where he leaned in gently. Your eyes fluttered closed, but rather than a sensation on your lips, Felix gently placed a kiss on your forehead. He retreated back with a cheeky smile, a loud groan coming from everyone. You gave a sheepish smile, a bit relieved at his choice as you moved back into your seat. âYou didn't say where I had to kiss her.â Felix shrugged as Seungmin glared at him. You tried to take a glance at Chan, but he simply smiled at the interactions of his friends as he sipped his drink. You flinched when a hand found yours in the sand, but you relished in the sense of familiarity without even having to look at who it was. Seungmin rolled his eyes, âAlright Y/n, your turn truth or dare?â You grinned, giving an apologetic shrug, âTruth.â Again Seungmin with the evil glint in his eyes, âHave you ever wanted to date Channie?â Your eyes widened as you coughed, your drink burning the back of your throat. All the boys leaned in, shit eating grins on their face. âW-what? I mean..â You were too afraid to look at Chan. âIâve always liked Chan. Weâre best friends. I have a lot of love for him.â You stammered, Seungmin grinned as he shook his head, âTsk tsk Y/n lets just make this a yes or no question.â You panicked, nervously shifting in your spot. âI mean..if I dated him itâd be weird right? Weâre like siblings?â Seungmin nodded at your answer. âBut that doesnât mean I donât love him!â You quickly added, the group cackling at the blush on your face. You were too nervous to look at Chan as the game went on, your feelings in a jumble as the game stretched into the night.Â
The night went on with games and trouble and soon, everyone was yawning from exhaustion. Gradually everyone started to pack up their belongings retreating back to their vehicles. You wished everyone a good night as you and Chan hopped into the jeep. The ride back was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable manor, just one of exhaustion. You rested your head on the door, the wind chilling your body. Chan glanced around the car as he reached a hand back, pulling out an old jacket. âHere.â He smiled, gently placing it on you. You smiled as you grabbed the fabric and snuggled into it. âThank you ChannieâŠâ Your eyes couldnât seem to stay open as Chan turned the music up gently. The gentle weight of his hand rested on your legs curled up beside you. It felt too natural. Being with Chan here like this, with his friends, driving with him. Youâd be lying if there had never been a part of you that loved Chan. He was your other half, your best friend your entire childhood. Were you allowed to have those same feelings now, years later? The love you had for him, was it even romantic? Your thoughts became quiet as you focused on Chan, softly singing along with the song on the radio, his voice low and rhythmic.
Hopeless, hopelessly romantic
You, you got me stranded
Your hand moved from propping your head up to reaching for Chanâs, your fingers easily interlocking. Chanâs thumb gently brushed your knuckles as he pulled down your guysâs street, quickly entering the driveway to his house and putting the car in park. Without disturbing you too much, he exited the car as you sleepily sat up looking around for him. Your door opened softly as he stood there, shifting in his spot. You watched him with heavy lidded eyes as he brought his arms out to you. You smiled, a warm and fuzzy feeling in your stomach as you put your arms out to him as well, Chan carefully scooping you out of the car. He seemed to have no trouble holding you and finessing his way through your front door. He eventually found your room where he laid you down on the bed gently. You hummed happily basking in the soft comfort of your sheets as Chan took a seat on the floor beside your bed. The room was dark but you could feel his head resting on the mattress as he closed his eyes. You watched him carefully from your spot before moving beside him, your head facing his. Using light fingers, you traced his features with feather like delicacy, Your traced his nose and cheeks, up to his hair and his jaw. He was the Chan of your childhood and someone you didn't know all at once. His eyes gently fluttered open watching you from the side of his eyes. âWhat are you doing Y/n?â He asked softly. You shrugged, your hand continuing to trace his face. Your hand danced from his ear to his chin before gently landing on his lips. You let them stay there for a split second longer than intended and you halted as you felt his hand grab yours, pressing his lips to your fingers. His head turned to look at you as he let your hand go, slowly pulling it back to yourself. âWhat are we Y/n?â Chan asked softly into the darkness of your room. Your heart sped up as your answer immediately tumbled out of your mouth.Â
âWeâre best friends.â
âAre we?â
Chan paused as he glanced at you. âBefore you came, I told all the guys how you were my best friend, like a sister too. Then suddenly you were here and-â Chan moved so his hand gently landed on your cheek. âYou were here, and I realized you were more than a best friend to me, after all these years.â He laughed a bit, âAnd it didnât help too much that Felix seemed to have taken a liking to you.â Chan pulled his hand away much to your dismay as he sat up straighter. âAnd Iâm sorry if this ruins us. Our friendship. But I just...I donât want to just be your best friend anymore Y/n. As selfish as that isâŠâ he laughed gently. You watched him with wide eyes, as he stood up in the darkness of the room, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your head. âI donât want your answer now. Think about it. Good night Y/n.â
You were left all alone in the dark.Â
The smell of breakfast was what woke you up. Your stomach growled hungrily as you made your way downstairs, your family seated at the breakfast table. âLooks like you had fun yesterday,â Your mother smiled as she served you a plate. You smiled, the memories of last night replaying in your head. Especially Chanâs confession. âHey mom-â you asked as she nodded, alerting you she was listening. âDid you ever think..did you ever think Chan and I would date?â Your mother paused before laughing wholeheartedly. âI mean of course we did, Chanâs mother and I even thought youâd both get married! It was quite a shock you both lost contact.â She admitted. Your heart lurched in your stomach, so you werenât the only one who wanted this to happen? Your mother smiled sympathetically at the confusion on your face as she placed a hand on your shoulder. âSometimes Y/n, there's a person in the world who knows you better than anyone else. Someone who inspires you to become a better person, someone youâll carry with you forever. Chan was the person who knew you and believed in you before anyone else did. No matter your feelings, he will always love you and nothing could ever change that.âÂ
Your heart started to pound in your chest, everything becoming very clear to you.Â
You knew you loved Chan. What you didnât know was that it was this kind of love.Â
Grinning you stood up from your chair, quickly running to the front of the house, tugging on your shoes. âIâll be back!â Your mother chuckled as she waved, the front door slamming shut. âShe just realized she loves him, didn't she hun?âÂ
It takes 10 seconds to run from your front door to Chans. Which was not enough time for you to formulate what you were going to say as you already rang the doorbell. Luckily it was Chanâs mother who opened the door. âY/n dear! What can I do for you?â Your heart was in your throat as you gave her a smile, âIs Chan here?â She smiled and shook her head, âHe went for a run down to the beach, he usually spends his mornings there. Feel free to take a bike and head down there!â You smiled your thanks, locating Chanâs old bike on the side of the house. Quickly you rode down the road, thankful for this time to yourself. What were you going to say? What if he was upset? What if he regrets what he said? The beach was approaching quicker than you anticipated. The cool ocean breeze gently blowing through your hair. The entire shore was empty, but you could make out one figure close to the water. Setting the bike at the start of the sand, you moved as quick as you could, a dumb grin on your face. âChan!â You called out, watching him turn around with a shocked look on his face. He was still far away enough he had to yell out, âY/n! What are you doing here?â You laughed as your legs picked up speed, he was here. He was happy to see you.Â
Once he was close enough, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly, causing him to stumble back onto the soft sand beneath you too. You let out an oomph as you landed on his chest, a laugh emerging from both of your throats. You stared down at him, a confused smile on his face. âWhat's going on Y/N-â âChan I love you.â You interrupted. He stopped, his mouth open as he searched your face for any signs of joking with him. âIâve always loved you. Youâre my soulmate Channie.â Chan's eyes glossed over at your confession as you lowered your head down, resting your forehead against his.Â
The waves crashed against the shore as you two stayed like that for a while, simply wrapped up in one another. You placed soft kisses on Chanâs nose and cheeks as he happily closed his eyes. He then chased your lips with his own, smiling against you, his hand rising up to cup your cheek. âI couldnât help falling in love with you.â Chan whispered to you as you both sat on the beach together, hands intertwined.Â
What is a soulmate?
Sometimes, itâs like a best friend but more.
#stray kids#skz#stray kids fanfic#stray kids x reader#skz bang chan#skz chan#chan x reader#bang chan x reader#chan imagine#bang chan imagine#stray kids imagine
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Fireworks
Pairing: Mingi x reader
Genre: was supposed to be 100% fluff but ended up 50% angst 50% fluff because I have no chill
Summary: Mingi has been your best friend since forever but youâve noticed the two of you growing apart ever since his debut. At a party you donât feel you belong at, youâre forced to face the reality of your relationship.
Warnings: lots of social anxiety
Word Count: 3.5K
Authorâs Note: this got way more dramatic and cheesy than Iâd anticipated but ok here we go I guess
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You fiddled uneasily with the bracelet on your wrist as you stared out the window of the musty taxi cab. Outside, the black night sky was warmed by sunset city lights; you watched them pass by, your forehead resting against the cool glass. You really shouldnât be this nervous, you kept telling yourself, pulling and squeezing the strings on the bracelet that had stood the abuse for years and somehow survived. Your heart seemed to beat out of tune, feeling foreign and uncomfortable in your chest. It wasnât just that it was a big social event you were about to attend and you were predisposed to suck at those, no, that part strangely wasnât what made you feel like ants had burrowed their way into your stomach. It was the fact that youâd see him again.
Mingi and you had been best friends for as long as you could remember. As kids, youâd hunted for beetles together on hot summer days, until the day one flew into his mouth and he was traumatized for life. Youâd cheated on tests together, switching papers when the teacher wasnât looking. Youâd stuffed yourselves sick with salty snacks at sleepovers, falling asleep huddled together under the weight of an overload of blankets.
But you hadnât seen him in nearly a year.
Youâd always known what would happen once he debuted. Youâd watched his schedule grow slowly into an endless sea you couldnât seem to wade your way through. You messaged back and forth, of course, though you could feel even this form of contact start to dissipate as of late. Not that you blamed him. You were, aside from his best friend, his number one fan; always had been and always would be.
Mingiâs passion for music and performing had awed you since he first started rapping along to songs in his bedroom. And you were beyond proud of how far heâd come, so there was no way in hell you could ever take away from his accomplishments by telling him how lonely you were steadily becoming.
The car jutted to an abrupt halt and your head bopped against the window with a dull thud. Youâd arrived, already, as in, right now.
Oh no.
Your unruly heart threatened to crawl straight up your throat and you found it difficult to breathe. It took you a moment to realize the cab driver was looking at you, a mix of puzzled amusement plastered on his face. You hurriedly paid the quite frankly unreasonable price for the drive and stepped out, immediately starting to rub your arms from the sudden cold; the jacket you wore over your dress was clearly not enough for the December weather. But youâd wanted to wear it. It had been his originally but long claimed by you and it made you feel just that little more at ease, having a part of him with you.
You hurried up to the tall building and entered into the warmth of its air conditioning. You told the lady at the front desk your name and they cleared you from an extensive list.
âThat looks like quite the party list,â you said, desperately trying to lighten the mood. Your nails were digging into your arms as if they might just squeeze the nervousness out of them if they tried hard enough.
The woman raised her brows oddly before gracing you with a cold nod.
You cursed yourself as you walked off towards the elevators, inner monologue going rogue.
Why canât you just be cool for once?
Cause youâre an idiot, thatâs why.
One of the elevator doors slid open.
Empty, thank god!
You stepped in, pressed the button and leaned your head back against the clean, metal wall of the small space.
I should have just stayed home. I could have just texted him congratulations and been done with it.
You didnât know anyone else at the party aside from Mingi. Youâd met the other members of the group a fair few times during their trainee days but that felt like ages ago and according to the list, there would be so many more people you didnât know. Theyâd probably all be important people; not people like you. Youâd stand out. You didnât want to stand out. Youâd want mostly to just blend into the wall, sneak up to you best friend and take him somewhere quiet, somewhere calm. Not that Mingi was ever calm. He was, in a lot of ways, your polar opposite. He was fireworks: explosive and loud and bright, and you were the night sky: dark and quiet and mostly unnoticed. And yet somehow, youâd clung to each other through all these years.
A sudden bell sound made you jump. The doors opened up into a long, white hallway. You could already hear the music. It seeped in through your ears, trickled into your brain, behind your eyes and down your throat like liquid anxiety. Your whole body burned with it within seconds. But youâd promised him youâd be here, so you forced your feet forward towards the celebration.
As expected, the room was already filled to the brim with people. Your fingers tangled into your bracelet again as you took in the sight. The lights were low and music came through the speakers set up all around the room, loud enough to dance but quiet enough to talk. On the far back wall hung a large banner that read: CONGRATULATIONS ATEEZ MAMA 2019. Your lips curled up for a second at the view but the next moment a group of older men in suits pushed past you as if you were nothing but air, knocking you around until they disappeared through the doors behind you. You were too frazzled to even react so instead, you moved closer to the wall and went on observing. Most other people were huddled together in groups, talking excitedly and yup, you didnât know a single one of them.
Lovely.
You moved along the wall without a clear plan of action, hoping to run into Mingi before you had a full-on meltdown. A drizzle of relief coursed through you as your eyes found the banquet table. You tiptoed over, eagerly grabbing both a plate of shortcake and a glass of champagne. The feel of them in your hands steadied you a bit. You leaned against the wall and sipped your drink, making a mental note to not drink too much, no matter how uncomfortable the night became. You didnât want the night to end in more embarrassment than it would if you were sober.
Your heart seemed to jolt at the sight of him, like it wanted to jump right out towards him. Mingi was standing with a group of about a half dozen people. He was talking and they were laughing and then he was laughing and you felt a smile tug at your own lips. He looked happy; he looked healthy. Youâd been so worried about him these last few months especially. Heâd been complaining about joint and back pains for a while but when he was hospitalized, you nearly lost your mind fretting over him. Youâd have given anything to go see him, to take care of him but your finals at uni and your two part-time jobs had prevented it from happening. Youâd apologized countless times and heâd told you it was fine but you knew the opposite was true.
Maybe part of you didnât go see him because you were afraid. You were afraid things would be different, afraid seeing him after such a long time would ruin everything. And so you hadnât.
And now, watching him enjoy the company of newer friends, you found yourself thinking whether perhaps you werenât really as wanted as youâd hoped.
Fear began to prickle your skin. You downed the rest of your drink and set down your plate. This whole thing was stupid. Eyes scanning the room once more, you headed for the bathrooms. You needed a moment to think. At this point, you wanted to leave but you couldnât bring yourself to give in just yet, so you sat there on the toilet, mentally talking yourself through your panic. He used to help you through moments like this. Heâd sit with you, hug you close and whisper words of encouragement, his deep voice sweet like melting chocolate in your ear. Now there was only the muffled sound of techno music, sending the hairs at the back of your neck right up.
Fuck it.
You got up and took out your phone, the childhood photo of you and Mingi you used as a background lighting up your face. Ignoring the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach, you pulled up the chat the two of you used and began typing.
[Sorry, something came up..]
A fire began to burn under your skin. You hated yourself. You couldnât do this. Without pressing send, you jammed the phone back in the inner pocket of your jacket. This was ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. Somewhere buried deep down inside you, you knew you were overreacting â thatâs what your anxiety tended to do. It didnât stop you from feeling what you felt though. You couldnât think straight. A thought flashed through your mind that maybe, if you had a few more drinks youâd feel more confident. That was exactly the moment you realized you had to get out of there. Tonight just wasnât the night.
You made your way through the crowd as quick as you could, head spinning from the sudden muchness of the room, the music seemed louder and so did the people. When you finally pulled open the door to the long empty hallway, you heaved a long good breath and it felt like oxygen entered your lungs for the first time since youâd left for the event. You took another breath in and then out, slow though not steady. You started off toward the elevator, trying your hardest not to let the tears that were starting to form in the corners of your eyes fall. This might be the end of your relationship. You couldnât expect him to keep inviting you to things if you kept backing out at the last minute. You pressed the plastic button that jutted out the wall, playing with the grooves of the thing while you waited when suddenly, a voice called your name that simultaneously gave you chills and set you on fire.
You twisted around to find Mingi in the center of the desolated hallway and your heart gave its biggest tug yet, nearly pulling the ground out from under your feet. The moment your eyes met, his face lit up like heâd never felt this level of joy before in his life, a wide grin flashing across his face, eyes like little twinkly crescent moons. Without another word he opened up his arms wide, his grin turning goofy and this time you were sure the ground truly had been pulled out from under you.
Completely overwhelmed by the brilliance of him, you dashed toward your friend, burying your face into his chest and feeling his long arms wrap around you in return. His familiar scent poured into your pores, filling your soul, completing you, and your muscles relaxed properly for the first time in forever.
âWhere have you been?â he asked, squeezing you closer, âIâve been looking for you all night.â
And just like that, all your previous worries felt like a nightmare long gone, dissipated by the morning sun that was Song Mingi. How could you ever think he would throw you away like that? How could a bond so special be broken by something as silly as a bit of absence. His hands rubbed the small of your back soothingly, instinctively it seemed.
âYou okay?â he asked and you felt his head move down to look at you.
You raised your gaze to meet his and clearly, the hurt hadnât entirely left your face yet because his eyes softened and his brows furrowed. You nodded as your face moved down into his chest again, feeling your cheeks flush hot. It was embarrassing how he could read you like no other, especially during moments of weakness on your part. You wanted to be stronger for him so he wouldnât have to worry about you all the time.
âI know this isnât exactly your type of thing,â he went on softly and you could practically hear the smile on his lips, âbut I really wanted you to be here.â His chin came to rest on top of your head and he sighed.
You closed your eyes at the sensation you knew all too well, a sense of home washing over you. You felt one of his hands move from your back to your arm, down over your wrist, where he fingered the old bracelet.
âYouâre still wearing this?â he stated more than asked and you felt the vibration of his husky voice on top of your head where you connected.
âYouâre not wearing yours,â you said back, feeling your heartbeat quicken against him.
He let go of the bracelet, returning his hand to the other at your back, bringing you closer. âItâs in my wallet, silly.â
You shook your head, inhaling him. âIâm sorry for being like this,â you mumbled into his blazer.
Mingiâs hands rose from your back to cup your face, squishing your cheeks playfully â something he used to do often to make you laugh.
âShut up,â he beamed at you like an actual fucking ray of sunshine and you couldnât stop yourself from chuckling too. âCan we go back in?â he asked, taking your hands in his, âI promise Iâll stay with you.â
You nodded once more and allowed him to lead you back into the packed room.
It felt less suffocating now he was there with you. He was like your own personal comfort blanket, your secret weapon that could make every hurdle in life seem less frightening.
He brought you to the other members first, since youâd already met them before. You found yourself relaxing into the conversation with much more ease than youâd anticipated and after a while realized you were actually having fun. The boys welcomed you like an old friend, letting you in on their jokes and asking loads of questions. After that, he introduced you to even more people, always with that same radiating smile as he pointed in your direction. You didnât remember what you were worried about; you were loved.
And so was he. You had trouble keeping your emotions at bay all night as you watched people congratulating your friend, praising him for his hard work, noticing how it lit him up all the way from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. You wanted the world for him, you always had, and he was finally getting it. And you had the joy of coming along for the ride.
The party started to peter out around midnight, as most of the attendants were required to be at work the following day. Mingi hadnât let go of you all night and even now, his hand kept tugging at your wrist playfully.
âDo you want to come over tonight?â he grinned down at you, âwe donât have schedules in the morning.â
You looked at him incredulously. âSince when?â
âSince we won a MAMA award, thank you very much,â he sneered, puffing up his chest.
âCalm down, tiddies,â San said, slapping Mingi across the torso, making the other guys burst out into childish laughter.
Mingi shook his head as he laughed too, following his group mates and pulling you behind him.
All the way home, the boys were absolute chaos, screaming and singing and giggling like a horde of first graders. You were tucked away in the back corner of the van cuddled into Mingiâs left arm, observing contently and wondering where they got their energy from. Back at the dorm however, it seemed like everyone was ready for some quiet time, because they all split off towards their shared rooms, leaving just you and Mingi in the living room.
âLetâs watch a movie,â he said, poking your side, âlet me take this stuff off first and then weâll choose something.â He left for his room, emerging a minute later in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. âHere,â he said, throwing you a similar bundle of clothes, âIâll get a movie ready, you change.â He walked over to the TV set and began fumbling with the remote.
Knowing he wouldnât turn around to look, you changed into his clothes on the sofa behind him, relishing how they looked, smelt and felt like him. When you finished and he had yet to pick a movie, you went to the kitchen to hunt for snacks.
Mingi gave you a thumbs up when you arrived with a large bag of potato chips. He then proceeded to pull you down onto the couch with him, his whole body wrapping around you â comfort blanket activated.
Heâd put on an animated movie youâd watched together before years ago and loved.
âNice choice,â you murmured as he pulled you a bit closer to himself, until your head rested comfortably just below his shoulder. You talked quietly as you watched, commenting on the most trivial things and having the best time doing it. His free hand kept plunging into the bag of chips like a madman and you kept slapping it away scolding him for being too loud. In the end you compromised on you silently feeding him a chip every other minute, a compromise he seemed very pleased about.
âYou cold?â he mumbled about halfway through, his hand already reaching for the blanket that draped over the sofa behind you. You held the soft fuzz between your fingers, humming agreeably at the feel of it. Mingi took the liberty of laying it over the both of you before once again drawing you to into him.
It was delightfully cozy under the blanket and it made you drowsy. You adored the feel of his frame against you, his warmth radiating and mixing with your own, trapped under the blanket. You noticed the hand that was draped over your shoulder and arm had started trailing little pathways up and down your skin. It was little things like these that got you. Mingi was affectionate with you in a way that came so natural yet made you feel like the most special person in the world. You wondered how he felt. He was focused on the TV screen, still munching on the chips youâd laid between his lips moments ago. After a few seconds, he caught you staring.
âWhat,â he chuckled down at you and you could swear he looked slightly flushed.
âNothing,â you answered fast, hiding your own grin below the covers.
His eyes didnât leave you. All they did was grow happier and happier the longer he stared down at you.
âIâve missed you,â he said finally, with a smile that was only reserved for you.
You buried yourself deeper into the blanket, positive your face had turned all the way red now.
âIâve missed you too,â you mumbled quietly but you knew heâd heard you because he replied with a cocky, âI know,â a moment later.
You shot up from the blanket and slapped him on the shoulder, trying to scowl and failing grandiosely and he laughed and you laughed and he brought you closer once again, until you were pretty much sitting in his lap, tugging you onto him, chest to chest in a dangerously warm embrace. And then he said the words you never thought youâd hear the ever-confident boy say.
âYou wonât ever leave me, right?â It was barely a whisper, his breath tickling your ear, making you shiver.
Your arms wrapped around him under his as you closed your eyes, drinking in what heâd just said, drinking in as much of him as you could. Then you pulled away, but just slightly, lingering over his cheekbone for a teeniest moment before pressing your lips to the skin gently.
âNever,â you whispered back.Â
You felt him squeeze you tighter. âGood,â his low voice said.
You went on with the rest of the movie, feeling yourself start to slowly slip into slumber. You didnât mind though, you were comfortable just the way you were, snuggled up into Mingi as if you were part of the same person. You molded together like clay, your bodies and scents one and the same, making you feel the most at home youâd ever felt.
Mingi was fireworks alright, but you were the night sky in which he shone the brightest.
#mingi#song mingi#ateez#fluff#mingi fluff#mingi angst#mingi drabble#drabble#this is by far the softest thing I've ever written#Im low key disgusted with myself hahaha#its ok#we love mingi#hes precious
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Hi! I'm glad to have found your blog!đ can I ask for 3 and 5 from the prompt list with Shoto Todoroki pls? Todoroki and reader are best friends (secretly with feelings for each other)? And could it be aged up! to college age please if that's okay? (oh, and one last thing, sorry for asking so muchđđ if possible without spoilers from the manga or heroes rising movie pls? I still need to catch up on those) thank u so muchđđ and i'm sorry for being annoying with so many questions
itâs about time
AgedUp!Shoto Todoroki x gn!reader
prompts #3 âIâve got you.â & #5 âIâll always be here.â
[a/n: lmao I have absolutely no good reason for this gif but Hello there my love! Iâm glad you find my blog too đ„ș no need to apologize, you werenât being annoying at allâŁïžI really enjoyed writing this one. I avoided any spoilers, thereâs mention of the USJ attack but that was season one so....yeah. Thank you so much for requestingâš feel free to send in another any time! enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`áŠÂŽ- ps. the prompts are in bold, there are mentions of alcohol and it gets a bit suggestive at the end đ„”]
Sendai Tech was the top university for heroes and those in hero support. Getting into uni was effortless. Graduating at the top of your class at UA was to thank for that. A lot of class 1-A went on to Sendai and some went straight into the hero business. You had been attending Sendai and working part-time patrols at Bakugouâs hero agency, he had risen in the ranks quite quickly, taking a spot in the top 5. Todoroki had also been working part-time patrols at Midoriyaâs agency, refusing his fatherâs invitation for full time work. The both of you wanted to start an agency together so you had enrolled in the business course they offered at Sendai.
Why did Todoroki want to start an agency with you, you might ask? Well, the answer was quite simple yet still perplexing to some people. You were his best friend. Though neither of you cared to admit that the title âbest friendâ wasnât enough, you both wanted more than that but the fear of ruining a perfectly good friendship was strong. You had told yourself multiple times, youâd rather have him as a friend than not at all. And the possibility that admitting your feelings and not having them returned was painful.
You first met him when you were little. You heard someone crying as you made you way passed the towering fence that surrounded his home. You had been returning from playing with some of the neighborhood kids and you had offered him half your cookie. You learned his name and why he was sad. Needless to say, your hate for Endeavor started early on. You had never seen his face but you made your way to the fence every day after school to share your snacks and stories about your day with the sad boy but one day, he didnât show up. One day turned into two, and three until you also decided to stop showing up. I wasnât until your first day at UA did you find out what he looked like. He surprisingly remembered you and profusely apologized for suddenly disappearing and you picked up where you left off.
Natsuo and Fuyumi knew about this and would be adamant about asking their little brother when heâd finally admit his feelings to you during their weekly sibling dinners only to roll their eyes when he said, âShe sees me as a friend and nothing more. I donât really plan on risking our friendship with a stupid lapse of judgment.â
It was the same for Bakugou and Eijiro when youâd go get drinks with them on Friday nights. Theyâve known about your crush since high school. Heck, everyone did. And they were getting tired of hearing your drunken pining about the icy-hot boy.
âLook idiot, stop crying over how much you love him...youâre ruining the vibe.â Bakugou grumbled as you pouted at him.
âThereâs no need to be rude, you angry explosion freak. I will cry over a boy for as long as I want.â You slurred, taking a bite of a chicken wing.
âYou wouldnât need to cry over one if you just told him how you feel. Itâs that simple.â He leaned back against the couch, lazily taking a sip of his beer. Kirishima chuckled at the deja vu that suddenly hit him.
Every Friday youâd go over to their shared apartment for beers and pizza. Usually to relax after a stressful week of school and work, and without fail, you and Bakugou would have the exact same conversation. It was like clockwork. Exactly after two beers and three or four slices of pizza later, youâd confess your love for Shoto Todoroki before turning gloomy and pouting that heâd never love you the same way. Youâd usually pout while eating a chicken wing or two. This never failed to amuse the red head. No matter how much Bakugou complained, he had a soft spot for you. During your days at UA, Mina and Denki had taken it upon themselves to let you into the Baku-squad after passing the đđŸđ·đ đžđœđđžđ. Since then, Bakugou had complained and complained but once he saw that you were powerful enough to hold your own during the USJ attack, he deemed you worthy of his respect. Thus meaning you had earned his friendship as well. Many of their classmates had gotten together after graduation, even Bakugou admitted that he had feelings for the spiky red head sitting next to him.
âCome on (y/n), you should tell him. I think youâd be surprised with how silly youâre being.â Kirishima grinned his usual happy go-lucky grin.
âExactly! Youâre not a wimp, are you? Even that idiot Deku confessed to chubby cheeks already! Are you trying to tell me that youâre wimpier than broccoli head!?â
âMaybe I am a wimp.â You stick your tongue out childishly at the angry blonde.
âI donât remember hiring a wimp.â
âWell you did, so deal with it.â You frowned as you took a greedy sip of the beer you were nursing.
After a couple of hours later, you were drunk. Very, very drunk. And it wasnât too pretty. You were an emotional drunk, with only two available emotions. Sad and angry. Both Bakugo and Kirishima were glad it seemed you were the former, this time around. Snuggling as you settled onto their couch.
âUh Uh. Nope!â Bakugou tutted. âYou are not staying the night.â
âBut Bakubro!â You whined, hugging a pillow cushion to your chest. âYou know who is in my dorm.â You looked around cautiously. âShoto is in there.â You whispered as if it were the biggest secret in the planet.
âThatâs what you get for requesting him as a dorm mate. Now come on.â He lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder. âYouâre lucky Iâm switching my afternoon patrol with your morning one. Thereâs no way in hell Iâm letting you patrol hungover.â He grabbed your bag and made his way to the door. âEiji, give me my wallet. Iâm getting her a cab.â
âYouâre not gonna leave her by herself, are you?â
âOf course not.â He hissed, âWhat kind of idiot do you take me for? Why the hell would I leave her alone like this.â He pointed at your slouched form for emphasis.
Once out in the chilly evening, he called a cab. Thankful that there were still some running at 1am. He grabbed your phone and found Shotoâs contact, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and holding your head up with the others as he huffed in annoyance when the line kept ringing and ringing before it finally stopped.
âH-hello? (Y/n)?â The groggy voice on the other end spoke first.
âIâm on my way to drop off your idiot, half and half bastard. You better be outside to help them up to your dorm.â And he hung up. Confused, Todoroki got out of bed and slipped on a sweater and some sneakers before heading down to the lobby. Eyes squinted with discomfort at the sudden bright lights of the hallway. He stepped outside and stood at the curb. He was slightly concerned, he knew that Bakugou and Kirishima wouldnât let anything happen to you but why did he need to help you? Did you get hurt? His thoughts were quelled when a cab pulled in right in front of him. Bakugou had stepped out first, helping you out after him and grumbling at the driver to wait.
âShe drank too much. Make sure she doesnât choke on her own vomit or something.â
âThanks Bakugou.â He mumbled as he steadied you on your feet.
âBye Bakubro~!â You waved cheerily.
âYeah whatever. I expect you to be at the agency at 1pm sharp. Get some rest.â
âYes sir!â You exaggerated a salute as he rolled his eyes and got back into the cab. Todorokiâs eyes widened when you slung your arms around his neck and cuddled into him.
âYouâre so warm Shoto.â The way you had basically purred his name made his cheeks flush a deep red.
âR-right.â He cleared his throat. âLetâs get you inside.â You decided to wrap your legs around his waist, finding great comfort in being in his arms. He obliged and hooked his hands under your thighs to make sure you wouldnât fall and as he made his way back inside, he tried to ignore the feeling of your plush thighs against his palms. Locking the door to your shared dorm behind him, he made his way to your room. He placed you gently on your bed, kneeling down to unlace your shoes and pull them off your feet.
âYouâre so gentle, Sho...â you hummed sleepily, eyes closed with a cute grin on your lips. He left your comment unanswered seeing that heâd be a stuttering mess if he had. He made his way over to the head of the bed and combed your hair back.
âSweet dreams, (y/n).â He kissed a feather soft kiss on your forehead. He chuckled when you made a soft grunt of disapproval when his warmth left you.
âSho...donât leave me.â You whimpered, eyes slowly opening as they shone with tears. âDonât go.â He frowned and couldnât help but think that there was an underlying fear with that statement, other than just wanting to cuddle. So, he peeled off his hoodie and pulled back the covers and slid in next to you. In an instant, you clutched onto him.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked as he nudged your chin with his knuckle, making you look right into those beautiful bicolored eyes. You tears had started to slide down your pink cheeks.
âI donât want you to leave me, Shoto.â
âWhy would I leave you?â He was confused, he knew this could just be an alcohol induced insecurity but he knew you enough to know that the fear in your eyes was genuine.
âBecause I-â you paused, unsure if now was the time. Sighing as the liquid courage urged you to continue. âBecause I like you. More than I should, more than a best friend should. But I canât help it and I donât want to ruin what we already have by making you uncomfortable.â
âWhy would I be uncomfortable?â His voice was small but you heard it as he ran his thumb softly over your cheekbone.
âBecause you donât feel the same.â He remained quiet. He was bewildered, you had feelings for him too. He couldnât believe it. However, you had taken his stunned silence in a negative way and started to cry even more.
âShh.â He cooed as he pulled you into his chest. âIâve got you, donât worry. Iâve got you.â He decided to leave this conversation for the morning when youâd actually remember. There you two had laid for the rest of the early morning. He was always reminded that he slept better with you in his arms. There were a bunch of things that he did much better with you there. And he couldnât wait to tell you.
You were confused but pleased when you were met with the sight and feeling of Todorokiâs bare chest. He was always so warm. Not to mention how muscular he was. You definitely didnât mind when heâd walk around the dorm shirtless right after a shower. The feeling of bile starting to make its way up your throat, you ripped yourself from his arms and ran to the bathroom. The sudden movement startled him awake and when he heard the retching noise come from the bathroom, he was quick to get in his feet and make his way to you. Pulling your hair from your face and rubbing four back soothingly as you expelled the contents of your stomach. Once you finished, you groaned. Staying in your position hunched over the toilet bowl just in case.
âWhy donât you take a shower. Iâll make you some breakfast.â He suggested softly as he helped you up. Embarrassed, you nodded quietly, watching as he shut the door behind him. Not bothering to lock it, you stripped and hopped in the shower. While you where in there, you tried to make sense of anything that happened the night before but all you could remember was being at Bakugouâs place, then a cab, then with Shoto andâThe memory of the words you had exchanged swept through your mind and you groaned. Maybe he wouldnât remember...right?
The cool water of the shower seemed to have soothed your hangover a bit as you made your way to your room and pulled on some sweats, grabbing Shotoâs hoodie from the ground and pulling that on as well. The smell of fresh coffee called you to the little kitchenette. Grabbing a mug gratefully, you leaned against the counter and took a sip of the dark liquid.
âSo...do you remember anything from last night?â He asked tentatively, you gasped and inhaled some of the coffee. You coughed, putting the mug down and cleared your throat.
âI do.â You nodded slowly, a pink blush crawling up your neck. âAnd I understand if you want to go, sorry if-â
âWho said anything about going anywhere.â He cut you off, there was a sly smile playing on his lips. âI never said I didnât feel the same way.â
â...â
âWhat?â He seemed amused at your confusion. âWait, are you serious?â He approached you. His arms trapping you against the counter.
âI thinkâno. I know.â He looked down into your eyes, one hand coming up to caress your jaw. âI love you, (y/n). I have for a long time.â His confession made you feel warm inside, your heart swelling in happiness.
âI love you too, Sho.â Your lips met in a sweet kiss, lips moving together to convey all the pent up emotions you were feeling. You smiled into it as it got a bit more passionate. Your hands coming up to run through his hair.
Breathlessly, you pulled away.
âYou never need to worry about me leaving. Iâll always be here.â He explained softly, nuzzling your nose with his.
âReally?â You asked happily.!
âMhmm, youâre mine.â And with that, his lips met your hungrily. Lifting you up on the counter, and standing in between your legs. His hands gripped your hips as he began to trail kisses down your neck. Nibbling and tugging at the skin with his teeth. âAnd Iâm gonna show you just how long Iâve waited.â His voice was deep with lust. Tugging down the bottoms you just changed into, he sunk to his knees in between your thighs.
Needless to say, he made you his. And you had no complaints.
You showed up to the Ground Zero Agency 5 minutes late.
âOi! I thought I said to not be late!â Bakugou shouted as you put your bag in your locker.
âSorry, I uh got preoccupied with something.â You stuttered as you avoided his eye line as you turned to face him. He smirked when he saw the bruised skin on your neck, your hero suit barely covering them.
âEijiro!â He chuckled wildly. âYou owe me $30!â Footsteps rushed into the room and there stood the red head with wide eyes.
âFinally!â He shouted. Pulling out his wallet and giving Bakugou the money. âIâm not even mad.â Grinning, he gave you a sly look. âIt was about time.â
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Love Again
Synopsis: Childhood friends, to strangers, to⊠Nothing? Jae is quite the puzzle, figuring him out wonât be the easiest thing you do. But you do want to try.
Word Count: 4,2 k
Genre: childhood friends au!, concert au!
Warnings:Â none
Member: Jae, ft. the rest of Day6
A/N: I had so much fun writing this work. I tried to make the concert experience a lot like my own, although I have never gone to a Day6 concert. I gathered all my information from Google so sorry if anything is different from the actual concert!
     Waking up in yet another chilly morning in Korea, you think of every step that has led you in this dorm, in a country quite literally across the world from your home. The university you attended offered almost all its students the opportunity to study abroad for a whole semester, to learn, see and explore, not only the country and your studies but also oneâs self.
     Most students jumped at the opportunity to leave home and travelled within the first year. Not you. You wanted to keep your head in the game, to fall in love with your studies before falling in love with another country.
     So there you were, only a semester away from finishing your studies, in Korea. Why Korea? Well, why not? It was so different from anything you had known back home⊠You figured if you were going to do this, you would go all in.
     Being completely honest, K-pop definitely helped. You couldnât lie to your own self, seeing some of your favorite artists would be a pleasure. There was a certain someone⊠But you brushed off the thought.
     As you got ready for your day, you conversed with your roommate, Haseul, about this and that. You debated about the days agenda, finally settling on a gallery and lunch afterwards. Heading out, you felt excited, you could tell this was going to be a good day.
     When you arrived at the gallery, you were instantly certain you were going to love it. You thoroughly enjoyed each painting and picture, immersed in each of their mysteries and stories. You took photos of your favorites and posted them on your Instagram story.
     You tried to keep as much of this tripâs memories recorded on your Instagram. You only had a couple hundred followers and all of them were more or less people you knew, a friend of a friend and such.
     As you finished walking around the gallery, Haseul grumbled about being hungry. You wanted to stick around for a while longer, a bright painting of a landscape catching all your attention, but your stomach begged to differ. You complied, allowing Haseul to shine in her own element, searching for restaurants around the area. After going back and forth for a little, you settled down at a small seafood restaurant.
     You opened your phone to document yet another moment of your day, when you found yourself trying to bite down a scream at the message that popped up. You checked and checked again to make sure your eyes were not deceiving you.
     The message stared back at you loud and clear: âYouâre in Korea?â His username shone in bright black letters.
     âWHAT THE FUCK?â you finally let out, a little too loud for the other customersâ liking.
     âWhat? What happened?â Haseul asked, concerned. You couldnât even speak, so you just handed her your phone.
     âHe replied? He actually DMed you?â she asked in disbelief.
     He could only be one person of course. Park Jaehyung, Jae, your childhood best friend. You had met him at first grade, both of you a little more than toddlers. You became fast friends with the boy with big framed glasses, who didnât like toy cars as much as you did but still played with you.
     However, fate had different plans for you. After almost three years of knowing one another, you had become inseparable. A change in your momâs career would turn that around, making you move to Canada.
     You believed that to be the first time you had known heartbreak. Jae took the news just as hard. When you left, you both vowed to call at least once a week and to never forget each other. The latter was obviously easier, one could hardly forget Jae, his bright nature and big heart making it hard not to love him. The first proved to be harder. First you forgot, then him, then it completely fell out of habit. You were little kids, so he slipped your mind, until one day you didnât even miss him anymore.
     That changed around a year ago. You had met up with a few friends from uni when someone announced that his best friend would be joining the group. The minute he started walking towards you, you couldnât mistake him for anyone else. His big glasses had changed a hundred times over, his hair was now dyed a bright yellow, but his easy smile was always the same. He was Jae.
      You thought that meeting would change everything. You talked throughout the course of the night, catching up. You found out he was in a band now, he was singing and playing the guitar. In Korea! You thought you would be reconnected after that night. Apparently not.
      As abruptly he walked back into your life, he walked right out. Although you had exchanged social medias, no message ever came from Jae. He was following you, but he never replied or even read your attempts at reaching out.
      You were disappointed to say the least. You thought you would have a chance to actually discover the man the little boy you knew had become. You were wrong. But while before your meeting, he was a thought that came and went, a part of a funny memory, now he plagued your thoughts more often than not. Especially in the previous days you had spent in Korea.
      You were shocked. After almost a year of being radio silent⊠This? How on earth were you supposed to react? You had been in Korea for about 10 days, why did he text only now? As all those thoughts raced through your mind, your phone vibrated in your hand.
      âWhere are you right now? Let me know, Iâm nearbyâ the message read. Seemingly impossible, your heartbeat sky-rocketed. You almost felt dizzy as you looked at Haseul in disbelief.
      âIâm gonna⊠goâ she said as she saw the new message.
      You looked at her, lost and still unable to speak. She typed the restaurantâs address along with a simple âSee you in a bitâ and paid for the things she had ordered. After a quick kiss on your cheek and a âGood luck!â, she was out of the door.
      You sat frozen, trying to calm your racing heart. You tried to look in your head, to find where this anxiety came from. Admittedly, since the last time you saw him, Jae has become a regular thought in your mind. You had followed him closely, his music and performances captivating you every time. In the process, you fell in love with K-pop.
     Dowoon was your official bias, but your eyes always drifted to Jae. A crush? On Jae? It would explain a lot⊠But no. How could you have a crush on him, you barely knew him anymore.
     Just as you managed to calm down, he walked in. The smile he gave you sent your heart on a frenzy again. He was so effortlessly perfect, clad in black jeans, white T-shirt and black hoodie.
     You got up to greet him and he immediately crushed you in a hug, now several inches taller than you.
     âGosh, Y/N, itâs been too long!â he said letting go.
     âI could say that I tried⊠Where have you been?â you asked.
     âSorry about that⊠The tour was absolutely crazy! What are you doing in Korea?â he asked sitting down.
     As you explained, he placed his order. You conversed over delicious food, him filling you in on his tour and you on your first impressions of Korea and your classes.
     Talking to him was effortless, just as it had been when you were only children. The conversation flowed to different matters entirely as you âarguedâ about which flavor milkshake was better and which horror movie was actually scary. At some point, his voice got serious as he got a sip of his beer.
     âI saw you were at The Roseâs live Saturdayâ he said.
     You had to blush. You had uploaded some stories of you screeching at your bias Hajoon (yes you had a thing for drummers, so what?) and badly singing lyrics back to Sammy.
     âI wasâ you managed âI had a blast too. They are great performers.â
     âDo you listen to a lot of K-pop?â he asked.
     âYeah actually, a lot of boy groups to be exact.â You replied, not sure where he was trying to get with this conversation.
     âOh. So do you listen to my music as well?â
     âOf course! I like your bandâs music a lot.â
     âI see⊠Do you have a bias?â he asked. You could see that he was fidgeting, a sign he was nervous. So that hadnât changed.
     âI⊠do. But youâre not going to like itâ you told him with a laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
     âItâs Wonpil, isnât it?â he asked.
     âClose enough, itâs Dowoonâ you told him.
     You heard him mutter something under his breath, but he brushed it off when you asked him about it. After that weird exchange, he was right back to normal, laughing and teasing.
     Looking at the time, you realized it should be best for you to go if you wanted to get home before Haseul screamed at you for staying out late. You told Jae and he got up.
     âWhere are you going? We havenât paid!â you said.
     âWe have, I paidâ he told you.
     âNo. No Jae sit down, we should split it! You being a K-pop idol doesnât let you off! Itâs not right!â you said.
     âY/N, calm down! I only did it because I wanted to. My treat, for your welcome in Korea. Please?â he tried, holding your hand.
     âFine. Ugh, you can still make me do you bidding, I hate youâ you said shoving him slightly.
     âHa! You wish. You love meâ he scoffed.
     âMeh, you canât prove that!â you said, walking out from the restaurant.
     âY/N! Wait, thereâs another thing. Let me walk you to the subway stationâ Jae offered.
     âSure, what is it?â you asked.
     As you walked side by side your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest. Every brush of his fingers against yours, every deep breath seemed to hit you like a ton of bricks. You tried to remain calm and not think about how much you would scream if Dowoon were here.
     âOkay so⊠I want to see you again. I mean I really felt like shit not being able to talk to you all those months, I wish I could change that. Things were hectic and very different back then. My agency⊠Well, they have let us off a tiny bit now. What Iâm trying to say is, I know I was a dick. And I'm sorry. Iâd like to make it up to you.â He finished.
     âJae you donât have to. Really, I understand. It wasnât the best feeling when you didnât reply, but I know how it is. Did it sting a bit? Yes. Did it suck a whole lot? Sure it did, but I get it. I really do.â You told him.
     âJust let me do this one thingâŠâ he started.
     âYou already paid for food! Itâs fine, really, especially now that you seem to want to make an effort.â You stopped him.
     âWell, let me do another thingâ he said, pulling something out of his pockets.
     When you saw what it was, your eyes opened wide. Your mouth dropped to the floor and you had to bite back another scream. Jae was offering VIP tickets and backstage passes to one of their lives in Seoul. You tried not to fangirl too much but judging from Jaeâs amused look, you werenât doing too well. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to come up with something, anything.
     âJust come to the show⊠Please? If not for me, for Dowoonâ he tried, pulling the best puppy eyes you had seen in a while.
     âJae⊠I donât know what to say. Thank you so much you really didnât have to-â you started.
     âI wanted to.â He said with determination, pushing the tickets and passes in your hand.
     âThank you⊠so much. Iâll be there. I wouldnât miss it for the world.â You told him with a smile.
     By then you had gotten to the subway station where he was supposed to drop you off.
     âIâll look for you. Itâs going to be a bit busy right now, but Iâll try to see you for coffee and muffins as soon as I can. You still like chocolate muffins, right?â he asked.
     âOf course I do. Iâll see you soonâ you told him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
     He let go first, dropping you a soft smile and turning around. Just as he was leaving you, you called back to him.
     âJae!â you called, catching his attention. âIf you donât at least drop a haha at my next meme, Iâm not coming!â you threatened.
     He laughed lightly, eyes closing and hands going to his stomach. Your heart did several backflips at the sight, a smile growing in your own face. He nodded in you direction and finally disappeared in the backseat of a taxi.
     When you got back, you had a lot of explaining to do. Haseul was basically sitting at the very edge of the couch, ready to jump on you and shower you with questions the second you walked in. You tried to start from the beginning, telling her everything that happened. When you finally got the tickets out of your purse, she squealed with joy.
     âIâm meeting my husband!!! Oh my God, what if Brian actually falls in love with me? Y/N what am I going to do?â she went on and on.
     You laughed at the sight, making plans to go shopping because Haseul apparently hasnât âAnything remotely decent to wearâ. As you tucked in for the night, you thought back on your day. A smile quickly grew on your face and you fell asleep happier than youâd been in a while.
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     The concert day had felt too far away two weeks prior, but between your classes and assignments, exploring Seoul and meeting all kinds of new people, they flew by in a blur. Now it was the morning of the concert and you and Haseul were getting ready to hit the road, listening to a playlist Haseul made called âDay6 jamsâ. As you screamed the lyrics in each otherâs faces, you took some pictures and finally headed to the venue.
     You arrived early so you walked around, meeting fansites and getting free photocards and goodies from the fans that were there. You stood patiently in line to get your lightband and a shirt for Haseul. You talked about this and that, counting down the hours, then the minutes to the concert.
     Walking into the venue, you were amazed by how many people were already there. Taking your seats, you found that Jae had placed you on his side of the stage. Taking a picture and sending it to him, you wished him a good luck and telling him you couldnât wait to see them.
     During the two weeks between your first outing and the concert, Jae had kept his promise. No matter how late or early in the day, he found time to reply to your texts, even briefly. You had met up for coffee and muffins as promised, spending hours talking and sharing stories from all you had missed in your lives.
     Jae had held your hand as he walked you to the nearest subway station, making you blush like crazy. After dropping you off, he only said that he was really looking forward to seeing you at the concert, finishing up with a peck on your cheek.
     You didnât really know what to make of anything that had happened that day or otherwise. It was clear that Jae wanted you back in his life, but as what? You tried not to think about it too much, but the thought chased you at all times, unwanted. Jae was again plaguing your thoughts and staying loyal to Dowoon had never been this hard.
     Your thoughts were drowned away from Haseul, jumping up from her seat and screaming.
     âItâs starting, itâs starting, oh my God!â she shouted, pulling you to your feet and holding your hand tightly.
     Excitement rushed through your veins as the lights dimmed down and five familiar figures arrived on the stage. The song started playing, almost shyly, tasting the waters. You recognized âBest Partâ and fangirling mode was: on. Screaming the lyrics back to the members, as well as the fanchants had you breathing heavily but the end of the song.
     You continued being energetic and enjoying each song as the concert went on. When Dowoon stepped down from his drum set to join the boys you let out and huge scream, excited to finally catch a good glimpse at him. The ments from the boys were heartwarming, each one bringing their own colours and interacting with the fans.
     You were on cloud nine, magically transformed and led through a way of notes, lyrics and feelings altogether too intense for your body to handle. You tried to stay in the moment, allowing yourself to feel Dowoon singing in âWanna Go Backâ, Wonpilâs melodic voice in âLike That Sunâ and Sungjinâs honey vocals in âI Smileâ. Haseul held your hand tightly and cried during Brianâs parts in âI Need Somebodyâ, constantly screaming âWHO HURT YOU?â.
     The boysâ solo stages were sprinkled throughout the concert, making you excited for what was to come next. Everyone was at the top of their game that night and you would be lying if you said you didnât tear up as well at some songs.
     As the night progressed, the boys took the stage to say some final words before the encore. Jae was the last one to speak up, but judging by the look on his face, he looked as happy to be there as you were. You marveled at all of them, sweaty and still pumped up from the energy the fans were giving them.
     âSo you guys, sadly the encore is about to begin which means the end is soon approachingâ he said into his mic and the crowd screamed their disappointment, you included.
     âI know, I know, sad times indeed. But Iâd like to share with you all a reason why Iâm so happy tonight.â He stated and the crowd screamed their support.
     âWell, you see, thereâs a very important person in this crowd here today, a person I cherish very much. They were lost to me for a while. But now I got them back. And I thought Iâd take this moment right here to say that I love them. And I donât think I want to let goâ he finished and his gaze stayed to where you we sitting.
     His gaze flashed through you, finding its target right into your heart. You were star-struck, tears filling your eyes and blurring your vision. You felt Haseul enveloping you in a hug and trying to calm you down. You could hear âFreelyâ playing in the background as you realized the truth you were trying to avoid for too long.
     The final songs passed by in a whirlwind of emotions, you trying to come back to the concert, but your mind straying away to one certain boy. You couldnât take your eyes off of him, his eyes shining as he sang and played his beloved guitar.
     As the last notes of âBetter Betterâ filled the air, the end of a beautiful concert had come at last. Final goodbyes were being said and Jae stuck around to wave to your side of the venue. You were waving back, although you doubted he would see you.
     After the boys went backstage, everyone was up and in a hurry to leave. You and Haseul sat back down to catch your breaths before heading backstage.
     âAre you okay?â she asked, testing the waters.
     You looked back at her, giving her a smile. Since the first time you had met her back home, Haseul had been a very thoughtful friend, always taking good care of you and loving you so much with her big heart. Coming back to her, even in a strange country, felt like coming back home.
     âI think Iâm okayâ you finally managed, easing her worried stare. âIt was an intense concertâŠâ
     âIt sure was. You think youâre ready to head back?â she asked, seeing the concert hall emptying.
     âLetâs go meet your future husbandâ you told her, taking her hand and walking towards the backstage.
     Showing your backstage passes to the guards, you were lead though a narrow corridor with doors on either side. You arrived at a final door that read âArtistâ and had the Day6 logo right below it.
     As you were pushed inside, you tried to silence your mind. You needed to be yourself, be genuine. Try to enjoy this. Walking into the room, you called âHello?â with a small voice.
     All the boysâ attention was now on you and Haseul. You tried hard not to panic and gave them a small smile which spurred them into action. They all got up to greet you together. Jae started walking towards you, a huge smile on his face. You decided to stir the pot a little, walking completely past him and into Dowoonâs arms. He laughed into your hair and your heart soared at the sound. After some hesitation, he wrapped his own arms around you and held you.
     âIâve been so excited to meet you, you donât even know. I need you to know that I see the effort you put in. I appreciate you so much, Iâm so super proud of you. I canât wait to hear more from your singing, please keep pursuing it, it suits you so well. You are so amazing, so so talented I swear.â You rambled. You would go on, but judging by his amused stare youâd already said too much.
     You moved on to Wonpil, hugging him tightly. âHiâ he said, half-laughing.
     âHey. I donât need to tell you this but please never stop singing. Your voice touches so many people, itâs unreal. So donât stop okay?â you asked.
     âOkay, I wonâtâ he cutely answered back with a smile.
     You hugged Sungjin quickly and stepped back to look at him in the eyes.
     âThank you for putting up with them, I donât know how you do it. You are always deeply appreciated, I hope you know it. The way you allow every song to live through you is something Iâve never seen before. Iâm sorry Jae is the way he is, I think I may have something to do with that.â You admitted
     Sungjin only shook his head. âJae is just⊠Jae. Thank you though.â
     You moved on to Brian, hugging him tightly. âYour songs are too fucking real. I swear to God everything you write either comforts me greatly, or touches me in ways I donât even understand⊠Thank you and also what the fuck.â You told him and you both burst into laughter.
     âThank you as well, you guys are the bestâ he answered.
     âYou bet we are!â Haseul said from behind you.
     Jae was purposely left for last. You had done your best not to look at him before greeting the others, afraid he would read right through your gaze and into your heart. Turning to him now, you were faced with his expectant stare. He opened his arms wide.
    âSaving the best for last?â he jokingly asked.
    You walked into his arms, burring your face in his neck.
    âSaving the most special for lastâ you whispered as you squeezed his waist.
    âReally?â He asked, his tone low. His whole demeanor had shifted, no trace of the joking, playful look he had given you only a second before.
    âYes really. I heard what you said out there, which was stupid by the way. Now your company is going to be all up in your ass. But I feel the same way. I think I have for a while.â You said, smiling up to him.
    âReally?â he repeated.
    You laughed and buried your face in his neck once more, hugging him even tighter than before.
    âY/Nâ Jae started, cupping your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheek.
    âIf they make out right here, I swear I am going to barfâ Brian announced.
    âNooo, look, itâs so romanticâ Haseul cooed.
    Jae placed a kiss on your cheeks between your giggles. âLaterâ he promised.
    You didnât know exactly what that promise would entail. Probably an abundance of sleepless nights, face times and texts. But you were willing to find out. For all the hugs and kisses, the smiles and the jokes.
    âWeâll seeâ you told yourself.
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31? for the kisses prompts + snowbaz
Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each otherâs lips
s/o to whoever originated the whole prof baker simon headcanon i lean into it heavy
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Three years.
That was apparently how long it took before Baz let himself believe that Simon Snow really loved him back. Not that he ever thought Simon was lying, but he was always ready for the other shoe to drop. For Simon to realize his mistakes, to turn back into Agathaâs arms, or maybe find someone entirely new.
But now it had been three years since the night Simon kissed him in the woods. Three years since they spent a night on the floor of Bazâs childhood bedroom, snogging until their lips were sore. Three years since all hell broke loose and the Humdrum was âdefeatedâ and the Mage died and Simonâs life fell apart. And they had spent three years trying to piece it all back together.
In those three years, Simon had started a small business that he ran out of his flat, making speciality cakes and various baked goods for birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, and other such special occasions. Baz and Penny helped, Baz with the actual business parts and transport, Penny with baking assistance and moral support.
In those three years, Baz had shifted his studies to more closely fit what he would need to help Simon run that business, and he had managed to graduate early. This was his gap year, before he started looking into Masters programs, and he was using that free time to double down his efforts with Simon. Both in the business and in their relationship. There were points during uni where he felt he was neglecting their relationship too much, but how else would he manage to graduate early? Now he had the time to make up for all of it.
In those three years, Penny had nearly finished her own degree. She wasnât graduating early like Baz, but she wasnât upset about it. She loved uni, she loved her classes, and she had managed to fit in enough credits to dual-major (which Simon did not see the point or desire to do).
Also in those three years, Baz found himself falling deeper in love with Simon Snow. And he could finally let himself believe - no, trust that Simon felt the same way. It should have been obvious all along, thatâs what Penelope told him all the time, but could one blame him for thinking his hero of a boyfriend would change his mind about dating an actual vampire? Penny also told him that was ridiculous, so it would seem one could blame him. But three years had passed, three years of dates and nights spent wrapped in each otherâs arms. Three years of snogging across both of their apartments, snuggling together and watching terrible movies, and helping each other through their best and worst times. Three years of love, and three years of them to falling completely head over heels for each other.
Three years for Baz to realize he didnât want to, couldnât imagine having to, spend his life with anyone else.
âIâm going to propose.â
Penny hardly glanced up from the book she was reading, sat across from Baz at their small dining room table and sipping at a mug of tea. She sat the mug down.
âPropose...? What? Something for the business?â
âNo, Bunce.â Baz leaned across the table, covering the page sheâd been reading with a hand so she would look up at him. She settled him with a glare, but he pressed on. âI want to propose. To Simon. Ask him to get married. To me.â
Pennyâs glare was gone, replaced by wide eyes and a look of surprise. âWha - Oh! Oh, Nicks and Slicks, Baz! Thatâs - well, thatâs fantastic, isnât it? Howâre you going to do it?â
Her book was forgotten, pushed to the side as she placed her elbows on the table, more than ready for this conversation. Baz sighed.
âI... I havenât really thought about that bit yet.â He dropped his eyes to the table top, scratching at a crack in the grain with his fingernail. âI was hoping you could help.â
Penny pursed her lips. âWell, Simonâs not you. He wouldnât need anything extravagant or dramatic, would he?â
âI donât need things extravagant or dramatic,â Baz muttered. Penny raised a brow at him, almost in perfect mimicry of his own signature move, and he suddenly understood how Simon felt when he did it. He rolled his eyes, unwilling to concede even if he knew it was true. âAt least my plans werenât to stop time.â
âAnd it best stay that way, Iâll not have you and Simon stealing my proposal.â Penny took another sip of her tea, furrowing her brows as she thought. Finally, she sat her tea on the table once more, gave Baz a small smile and said, âI may have an idea.â
â
The thing about Pennyâs plan was that it was so simple, yet somehow so difficult. It took a full week of nagging Simon to take a night away from the kitchen to even set it into motion. Apparently there was a big event coming up heâd been hired for, and he was stressing over making sure everything he was making would be perfect. It was the biggest event heâd done yet, it was some posh fundraiser and hundreds of people were expected to attend. Really, it shouldnât have caught Baz off guard when Simon bowed out last minute.
âIâm sorry, Baz, I have to meet with the organizers tomorrow with samples - Iâve not even got half of them.â Simon sounded genuinely upset and apologetic over the phone, Baz couldnât even be disappointed. He knew how important this was for him, and even though he felt like tonight could have been an equally important night, it wasnât like Simon knew that.
âIâll come help,â Baz offered.
âOh, no, you donât have to do that.â
âI know. I want to.â
âBaz, youâre a nightmare in the kitchen.â
âYouâre a nightmare in general. We still let you help, donât we?â
Simonâs laugh rang tight and tinny through the phone. âAlright, fine. Come help me.â
Baz really was a nightmare in the kitchen. He had many talents, Simon would argue that he was sheer perfection, but baking seemed to be his weakness. Simon gave him the simplest tasks, mix these pre-measured ingredients, melt the chocolate, things he would have to try to fuck up.
Simon, however, was graceful in ways Baz had never seen when he was baking. In daily life, Simon was heavy-handed and clambering around everywhere he went. Here in the kitchen, Simon floated from counter to cabinet to oven, sure-footed and confident. Baz nearly burnt the chocolate, too busy ogling Simon as he measured out dry ingredients, tongue sticking out between his teeth in concentration.
âOi! Basil, eyes on the stove, youâre gonna ruin perfectly good chocolate,â Simon barked as soon as he caught Bazâs eyes on him. Baz jumped, hadnât even realized how long heâd been staring, and turned back to the task at hand. Once it was melted down suitably, he removed it from the heat and Simon stepped over to check it.
âPerfect, darling.â He kissed Bazâs cheek before turning back to one of the many mixtures laid out across the counter.
The whole scene was so domestic Baz felt like his heart was going to explode. He could see it, two, three, ten years from now, in their own kitchen doing just this. Simon floating around and making sure Baz doesnât ruin things, sharing soft kisses and touches as they worked alongside each other. Together.
Thatâs all he wanted, wasnât it?
This, being with Simon, for the rest of their lives. Or however long he could get, his mortality was still a big question mark, but he wanted Simon for as long as he could have him. And it was a simple want, one that he was sure Simon shared.
He hoped.
No, he knew.
Right?
There was only one way to find out, and the words left Bazâs lips before he could think twice.
âWould you marry me?â
Simon dropped the spatula heâd been using to stir some of the batter, it hit the counter with a wet clatter.
âSorry?â
He turned to Baz with wide eyes and an unreadable expression. Baz was suddenly less sure, had he actually read it all wrong? Maybe it was ridiculous to think that Simon wanted this the same way he did.
âI - uhm,â Baz stuttered in a panic. Simon definitely heard him clearly, there was no way he could brush this off. Maybe this was the beginning of the end.
âBaz.â Simon abandoned the bowl and spatula, stepped in closer to Baz, the surprise on his face melting down into a soft smile. Bazâs own panic was quickly turning to confusion, until Simonâs mouth was on his and it was familiar and safe and warm and welcome.
Baz grabbed Simonâs shoulders, pulling back to find that dazzling smile looking back at him. âWait, so is that...?â
Simon leaned in for another kiss in response, his hand winding around Bazâs neck and fingers threading through his hair. He pulled away just enough to speak, his lips brushing Bazâs with each word, âOf course I would, you numpty.â
That was what Baz needed.
He surged forward, not that he needed to as Simon was right there, and maybe it was a little too hard but neither of them cared. Simon parted his lips under Bazâs and Baz brought his arms around Simonâs waist, pulling him flush against him.
âWhy didnât you say that to begin with?â Baz asked between kisses, and Simon laughed into his mouth.
âCaught me off guard, didnât you? I wasnât expecting you to propose all the sudden.â
Baz nipped at Simonâs lower lip. âNeither was I, but youâve been ruining my plans to do it all week, you arsehole.â
âHey, donât be mean to me, my boyfriend just told me he wants to marry me. This is a good night.â Simon dropped kisses along Bazâs jaw and cheek.
âTechnically, he just asked if you would want to marry him.â Simon bit down where Bazâs jaw met his neck, eliciting a small noise from the other, before returning to his lips.
âI hate you.â
âI love you,â Baz whispered against his lips, unable to fight back his smile.
âI love you, too.â
They didnât pull apart for several long minutes, until Simon suddenly jerked back from Bazâs embrace. âFuck, wait! We still have to finish these. Shit, the chocolateâs already hardened again...â
Baz laughed and wrapped his arms around Simonâs waist from behind, kissing his neck gently. âItâll be fine.â
âNo, no more distractions.â Simon reached up and flicked at Bazâs nose, shocking him enough that he stepped back. âWe finish these, and then weâll come back âround to... this.â As stern as his voice was, Baz could see the smile that stretched across his face and remained there as he set back to the task at hand.
Baz had to keep his eyes down if he didnât want to ruin something by getting distracted by Simon, but it was difficult. His mind was spinning in the best circles.
Simon wanted to marry him.
Theyâd had three years, and there were so many more ahead of them.
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