#slightly sarcastic because this has been a Very Gradual realization

[amynchan]

Beginning to realize that "I don't hold people to a standard I'm not willing to reach myself" may not be as comforting as I intend. 0.o

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[hangovercurse]

Until You Fall Asleep

After moving in with the crew to help cure your quarantine boredom, you find a new way to deal with your insomnia.

Request: “Could you please do a Colson fanfic where you're a friend of the gang and you move into their house for quarantine so you're not alone. Colson finds out you have terrible insomnia and starts staying up to keep you company and you gradually start sleeping in his bed because it's the only place you seem to actually sleep. You start to get really close through these late night chats, watching films, sharing stuff and opening up to each other... Friendship starts to develop into something else. I need some fluff to see me through these sleepless nights! 🙏😘 Thanks!”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 3487

Living with your best friends during a nationwide quarantine seemed like a good idea when you agreed to it, but after the 5th night of wandering the huge house late at night because you couldn’t sleep, you were starting to think you should’ve stayed where you were. At least at your own place, you didn’t have to worry about sneaking around so as not to wake anyone up.

Luckily, no one seemed to notice that you woke up earlier than everyone else in the house or went to sleep later. Or if they did, no one said anything.

Day five

Tonight hadn’t been going so well. You had tried showering, you hadn’t eaten for at least a few hours before trying to sleep, you turned your lavender diffuser on, you’d even tried yoga. Nothing helped, and you were left staring at your ceiling.

Frustrated and uncomfortable, you rolled out of your bed, sock clad feet pattering across your room and slowly pulling your door open. You made your way through the house and out to the pool, letting the cool night air wash over you. A deep breath fell from your lips as you began to pace around the deck, hoping to tire yourself out enough to sleep.

After a few minutes, you heard the sliding glass door open, looking up and finding Colson stepping out with a blunt in his hand. He smiled tiredly at you, “you’re up early.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what time is it?” You figured it was 4, maybe 5 am.

“Almost 7,” he looked concerned, “you okay?”

You were trying to figure out how you managed to stay up until 7 am without a wink of sleep, “yeah, just couldn’t sleep. It’s cool though. Why are you up?”

Colson lit the blunt as he spoke, “couldn’t sleep either.”

Day eight

You found yourself curled up on the couch, reading a book at 5:30 in the morning after hours of trying to fall asleep. You swore if you stayed in your room a second longer, you’d break something, so you snuck out to the TV room with the most boring book you could find.

“Do you ever sleep?” Colson’s voice surprised you, making you jump lightly in your seat. The man chuckled at your reaction, taking a seat next to you.

You pouted at his glee, “I could ask you the same thing.”

He shrugged, “sleep is for the weak.”

A sarcastic chuckle fell from your lips, “oh yeah, I feel so strong and cool right now.”

The man laughed with you, but soon turned serious, “serious though, are you good? Both nights this week I haven’t slept you’ve been awake, and I know you don’t take naps.”

You sighed, “it’s just insomnia, I’ve been dealing with it on and off for a couple years now. It’s not a big deal.”

He cocked his head in curiosity and worry, “how much sleep have you been getting?”

You ducked your head in embarrassment, “I slept for an hour at like 3, hopefully I’ll fall asleep again at some point tonight.”

Colson frowned, “can I help at all?”

A small smile fell upon your face, “sometimes talking helps, but honestly not much else. It’s not that big of a problem, though. I’ve been dealing with this for a while, I’m used to it.”

He looked shocked, “dude, you sleep for a few hours every night! That’s a problem. I don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

“Like you’ve never gone a couple days in a row without sleeping,” you said sarcastically.

“No! I go to sleep late as fuck, but I sleep eventually most nights. You’re on a whole different level.” His tone was slightly defensive, if not concerned, “do I need to get you some pills or something? I can do that.”

Your eyes went wide, “Jesus, Kells, no. I have enough to deal with, I don’t need another addiction on my hands too.”

He chuckled, “I’m just saying it might help. I’m assuming weed does nothing?”

You sighed sadly, “it did for a while, but I think my body got used to it. I just have to wait it out until I inevitably pass out.”

“Well, guess I’ll just bother you until you fall asleep.” He relaxed further into the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Colson, you really don’t have to-“

“You won’t let me get you drugs, so I’m gonna stay up with you. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled widely, knowing he would get his way.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that, right?”

Day Twelve

“You think that Captain America has the best character arc? Seriously?”

Your nightly chats with Colson had moved into his room after Baze was woken up by Colson’s loud laughter during a conversation about what type of dogs you’d both be. So, you were sat cross legged on his bed, facing each other in deep conversation.

The man tried to defend his stance to you, “okay, I know everyone loves Tony’s whole asshole to hero thing, but Captain America went from this goody two shoes to this badass criminal and he still got the girl in the end.”

You shook your head, “you’re just wrong in every way. I’m not even saying Iron Man had a better story, but literally every other character developed more than Steve. He wasn’t that badass in the end, and the fact that he went back to get the girl just proves he never really changed all that much. He was static.”

“So, you’re telling me, if we watched every single movie with Captain America in it, you wouldn’t be entertained?” He crossed his arms and leaned backwards, eyeing you challengingly.

You scoffed, “the movies are fine, I just think that Marvel has produced better superheroes with better plotlines.”

“New plan, we’re going to watch every marvel movie in order and then you can tell me that I’m right.” He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV across from his bed.

Rolling your eyes, you moved back to lean against the headrest, legs spread out in front of you, “you’re not right, but I’ll watch them just to see the look on your face when you realize you’re wrong.”

Colson flopped down on the bed next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you so that you were leaning into his side. A yawn escaped his mouth, “if you get tired, let me know.”

You giggled, “I’m always tired, I just can’t sleep. I won’t get offended if you fall asleep though.”

He pulled a face, “I’m not falling asleep.”

About an hour into the movie the slow rise and fall of his chest indicated differently. You chuckled to yourself once you realized he had fallen asleep, turning further into his chest, and allowing yourself to get more comfortable.

Somewhere between 4 and 5 am, you found your eyes finally closing of their own accord, unconsciousness washing over you.

Day 17

Since starting your marvel movie binges with Colson, you’d found yourself getting more sleep. You couldn’t tell if it was from the movies or from Colson, but either way something seemed to be working.

Tonight, however, even your new routine wouldn’t lull you to sleep. You tried every breathing exercise in the book, but nothing seemed to work. Colson had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm wrapped around you as per usual, so you couldn’t talk yourself to sleep.

So, you decided to take a stroll around the house, hoping the small form of physical activity would help. But in order to get out of bed, you would have to find a way out of Colson’s embrace without waking him up.

You slowly and gently grabbed his hand and removed it from your side, laying it on the bed next to you. Then, you sat up slowly, only to be pulled back into his chest, “where’re you going?”

His voice was deep and gravelly, sleepiness very evident. You responded with a whispered, “I can’t sleep, was gonna go walk around.”

He pulled you in closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crown of your head, “but you’re so warm.”

You chuckled, cuddling into the man, “fine, I’ll stay.” You tried to close your eyes and find sleep, but again, none came. Sighing, you accepted that you would be stuck in your current position, realizing there were worse things than being wrapped up in a beautiful boy’s arms.

Day 25

“I know aliens probably exist, but do you think they’d ever take one of us to study?”

Colson chuckled at your question, “like a human in general or, like, you and me?”

“Like you or me. Do you think we’re important enough to be studied?”

He squeezed your waist, “I think you are in desperate need of sleep.”

Laughing, you responded, “I’m serious! And I have been sleeping, thank you very much.”

“Okay, fine. I think if aliens ever came to Earth, they’d probably be more interested in, like, genius billionaires or really dumb people, like people from Florida.”

You slapped his arm, “don’t be mean to Florida.”

You could feel the vibrations from his laughter, making you giggle. “Fine, but my point is they wouldn’t be interested in us unless they’re really into music.”

“Darn,” you huffed.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “you want aliens to take you and study you?”

Balancing yourself on his chest, you lifted yourself up to look down at him, “yes! That would be so fucking cool.”

He shook his head with a laugh, “you’re crazy.”

“Think about it, who else would be able to say they got studied by aliens. And then you’d know that you were important to someone, even if it is just alien scientists.”

Rolling his eyes, Colson pulled you back down into him, your hands still resting on his chest, “I don’t need aliens to know I’m important.”

“Well not all of us can be ubertalented rock stars with millions of fans,” you joked, a teasing smile on your face.

You glanced up to find his eyes trained on you, holding a softer look in them than you had expected, “I didn’t mean that.”

It took a few moments for his words to get processed by your brain, but you immediately dismissed the thought that he could be talking about you specifically. More than likely he was referencing his family in general, which you could be included in.

Day 31

To celebrate a full month in quarantine, the guys had decided to throw an in-house only party, which just meant that everyone had an excuse to drink together more than normal. You were staying mostly sober, knowing that otherwise the boys would most likely break something, most likely themselves.

You watched from your place on the kitchen counter as Rook, Baze, Slim, Dre, Irv, Dub, and Colson played a round of King’s cup.

“Y/N, you have to drink,” Rook called from across the room, “it’s a six.”

“If there’s no women playing then you just skip that card, Rookie.” You called but took a sip from your cup anyways.

Colson whined, “this is boring.” You chuckled as he moved away from the table to come stand by you, the rest of the guys continuing without him. He leaned against the counter next to your dangling leg, letting you run your fingers through his blond hair, “parties are boring now, Y/N.”

You could tell that he was gone, the alcohol having almost full control of him. “When we get out of quarantine, we’ll throw the biggest party ever, Kells,” you said, letting your hand fall to rest on his shoulder. The man grasped your hand in his and moved it back up to the top of his head, silently begging for you to continue. He turned into a cat, practically purring as he leaned into you, “hey, Kells, you tired?”

He shook his head, “no, ‘m gonna stay up with you, remember?”

You laughed softly, “it’s okay, Kells. You should get some sleep; I’ll be okay for a night.”

His arms wrapped around your middle, head burying into your stomach, “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

“You gotta let me off this counter for that.” This was a side of Colson you rarely saw; the drunk, very cuddly version of Colson. Occasionally he’d cling on to you when he got really tired, but that was in the privacy of his room. Here he was hanging onto you in front of all his friends, though granted they were too drunk to notice anything unusual.

You hopped off the counter, taking on some of Colson’s body weight in order to get him up the stairs and to his room. Truthfully, you planned to leave him in his bed once you got him there, but he had other plans. As soon as you moved to walk away from the bed, he grabbed your arm sleepily, “why are you leaving?”

Running a hand along his jaw softly, you softly said, “I’m gonna go to my room.”

He whined, “you never sleep in your room, stay.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to that, “Kells, you’re drunk, you need some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep without you.” His eyes were glazed over, making his pleading look even more appealing than normal.

Sighing, you muttered, “yes, you can. I’ll be right down the hall,” but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, hand still firmly around your wrist.

“No.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing into the bed next to him, “I’m only doing this because you need to go to sleep.” He hummed in response to that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into him, leaving no room for you to escape even if you tried.

Day 37

Nights with Colson had slowly turned into every moment with Colson. You woke up together, ate breakfast together, spent time together. You were rarely separated for long, not that either of you minded.

At some point, the line between friends and whatever lied next had gotten blurred, but not fully crossed. You and Colson were touchy and cuddly during the day as well as at night, and everyone in the house was starting to notice it.

Part of you just wanted to kiss him and see what happened, but you knew messing with a situation like this could go very wrong very fast. So, you just left it up to him to figure out where this thing would go, knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move either.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to his midnight ramblings, you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you took matters into your own hands. You watched his lips move as he spoke, wanting nothing more than to lean up and press your own against them. Of course, you would never actually do it, but it was nice to dream.

There was a lull in the conversation which was spent with your eyes dancing across each other’s face, trying to figure out what to say next. Suddenly, he blurted out, “can I get your advice on something?”

You nodded in response, a soft smile on your face. He continued, “this sounds so stupid, but there’s this girl I’ve been talking to recently and I can’t figure out if she ‘s into me or we’re just really good friends.”

You sat up slightly, perking an eyebrow up, “well what signs has she given you that she’s into you?” Your heart burned, hoping he was talking about you. It was a feeling that had been happening a lot recently whenever you were around him, which was almost all the time.

He sighed, “I mean, we talk like, all the time about everything. And I think she flirts with me, but I’m not completely sure if she’s flirting or she’s just being friendly.”

“Well, what signs say that she’s not into you?” You ask, biting your lip to hide the grin forming on your face.

Colson hesitated, “I mean, none, really. I’m just scared of messing up our friendship, you know?”

You nodded, “well, you’ll never know if you never ask her. I’m sure it’ll work out.”

He was quiet for a long time, clearly turning the advice over in his head, “I would but, with quarantine and everything, I just don’t think it’s the right time. We wouldn’t be able to actually, you know.”

Your heart fell, realizing that there was no possible way he was talking about you. It felt like every bone in your body turned to Jell-o at the realization, a lump forming in your throat. “Right, well, maybe you could invite her over to the house. Or do a cute facetime date or something.”

He nodded but stayed quiet. You fully sat up, swinging your legs off the bed. “Where are you going?” he asked softly.

Something inside of you was slowly crumbling, and you needed to get yourself out of his presence as soon as possible, “I just need to take a walk, I don’t think I’m tired enough to get any form of sleep.”

Colson let out a small “oh,” as you stood up and swiftly left the room, tears forming in your eyes.

You felt silly for letting yourself fall so easily and for thinking that he might have felt the same way. But you could’ve sworn there was something forming between you two.

And how had you never heard of this new girl? How long had that been going on?

So many thoughts swirled around in your head as you made your way downstairs and out to the empty pool deck, pacing the familiar space. You tried to convince yourself that your feelings weren’t as strong as they actually were so that this could somehow be easier, but you knew it wouldn’t work.

The sound of the door sliding open caught your attention, your eyes meeting those all too familiar blue ones. “You okay?” he asked, leaning against the wall of the house. You flashed him a fake smile with a nod. “This doesn’t have anything to do with what I just-”

“No, no,” you cut him off, “I’m just restless right now, needed to get some energy out.”

He nodded, watching you cautiously, “I’m actually super tired, so I’m gonna get some sleep. I’ll see you in a few?”

You nodded, knowing full well you had no intention of getting back into his bed, “yeah, goodnight.” You turned your head to the ground, studying the cement below your feet.

The door opened and shut, but when you looked back up, Colson was still standing outside, watching you. “I don’t know why I said that. There isn’t a girl in quarantine. Well, I mean, there is, but we wouldn’t not be able to see each other.”

Your head was spinning, trying to make sense of whatever he was saying. He kept talking, “I got nervous and chickened out and then you left and I felt like an idiot.” You looked up to him, confusion evident on your face as he continued on the borderline of rambling, “so I’m just gonna throw this out there and whatever happens, happens.”

You stared at him blankly, not fully processing his words or what was happening.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me? Or, like, whatever kind of date we can pull off here?”

Your eyes went wide in shock, the rollercoaster you had just been on emotionally twisting your mind. You didn’t speak for a few moments, making Colson nervous, but you finally got out a stuttered, “yes.”

He sighed in relief, “god I feel like such a teenager right now.”

You came back to your senses, narrowing your eyes at him, “do you realize the emotional turmoil you just put me through? I feel like I’m crazy!”

He chuckled, moving towards you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, “I know, I’m an asshole. But it was worth it, right?”

“I was literally rethinking my entire life out here,” you pouted, leaning into his touch.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, “look who’s all Mr. confident now.”

The vibrations of his laugh shook your own body, “well, you said yes. This would be a completely different story if you had said no. Then I would be the one rethinking my entire life.”

You smirked teasingly, “I could always change my mind.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “shut up.” His lips met yours, one hand reaching up to softly hold your jaw. You melted into the kiss, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely.

You pulled away slowly, a smile spread on your face, “this almost makes not being able to sleep worth it.”

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[nyctophilin]

Fake Affection | III

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

All rights reserved © nyctophilin 2020. Re-posting, copying and translating any of my works is prohibited.

Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mild groping, mild violence

Pearl note -> This got long. Yeah, things got interesting in this part. :)) Also, I realized I forgot to add something so I had to come back last minute and edit it. Yeah, sorry for the delay. :/ I hope y’all enjoy it! Feedback is very much appreciated.

      The sun was shining brightly despite it being almost 6 PM. The temperature outside reached unusually high numbers for that time of the year, and Y/N decided to take advantage of that. Dressed in a forest green spring dress that reached her mid-thighs and offered a modest view of her cleavage, she was waiting for Jisung in front of her apartment complex. The dress she was wearing had short sleeves, but she decided not to take any jackets with her thanks to the weather forecast that predicted the temperatures to be high until later in the night.

      She was clutching the strap of her purse tightly and impatiently checking the time on her phone every few minutes. It has been such a long time since she went on a date. Just because she was going there to make Mina jealous didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun. What better way to convince the other girl that she missed on a lot of fun than have fun?

      Coming from the left side, she heard the sound of an engine approaching. Soon, a black Range Rover came to a gradual stop right in front of her, the front wheel almost climbing the sidewalk. From inside the car, Jisung gestured her to get in. She opened the door and climbed in, placing her purse over her knees before fastening her seatbelt.

      Without much of a word, Jisung turned the steering wheel and started driving to a destination unknown to Y/N.

      “I didn’t know you had a car.” She spoke, trying to get rid of the awkward atmosphere.

      Jisung threw her a look before concentrating on the road again.

      “It’s Chan’s. He let me borrow it for today.” A long sigh left his mouth. “After a long talk where he told me that if I hurt his baby, I’m dead.”

      Y/N let out a chuckle, and Jisung smiled as well, as the memory of the silly conversation he had with the older man flooded his mind. Another minute passed, and the silence in the car was being filled by the pop music coming from the radio.

      “You look pretty!” Jisung complimented, stealing another glance at her.

      A bright smile invaded her facial features at his words. 

      “Thank you! I didn’t know where we were going, but I figured a dress would be appropriate for many activities.” She chirped, the tiniest bit of excitement rolling off her tongue.

      “What if we are going hiking?” Jisung said, and a smirk appeared on his face when he noticed her rolling her eyes from the corner of his eye.

      “Then you can turn the car. I’m not coming!” Y/N crossed her hands under her chest and her mouth formed into a small pout.

      “I’m joking. We are going to an outdoor cinema.”

      She gave him a side look and raised an eyebrow.

      “No offence, but how do you know when outdoor cinemas are happening? They don’t seem…” She eyes him up and down on the driver’s seat. “...your style.”

      Jisung resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her comment. After a moment of silence, he sighed silently accepting her words.

      “Mina told me about it three weeks ago. She said it was a rom-com she really wanted to see. We planned to go together.” He explained taking a right turn.

      “Then how do you know if she’s going to come if you planned to go together. I don’t know if you realised, but you are supposed to be dating me, and she’s dating no one. Girls don’t usually go to this kind of thing without a boyfriend or a potential one.”

      “There’s this guy from Theatre and Film that she used to hook up with when I wasn’t around. I know from someone that they are coming together.” 

      Y/N let a pitiful smile involuntarily invade her features. It was kind of pathetic how he knew about her whereabouts and still didn’t say anything. She understood that they weren’t together, but they were heavily flirting and behaving like a couple, hence why she and a lot of other people thought they were actually in a relationship.

      She let her teeth sink in the flesh of her bottom lip holding back from telling him a piece of her mind. He was old enough. He knew what he was doing. Or at least she hoped he did.

      The rest of the way to the outdoor cinema was spent in silence. The only audible sounds being the radio and Jisung’s soft humming from time to time. When they reached, their destination Y/N got out of the car and let Jisung find a parking spot somewhere further away from the location of the cinema due to the parking there overflowing with vehicles.

      Checking her phone, she noticed the time indicating 7:17 PM, and only then she realised how much time they spent in the car. Walking lazily on the pathway to where space was designated for blankets and chairs she saw a sea of people. Maybe not really a sea but there were enough people to fill two of the auditorium in their university.

      For a second she thought she'd lay out the blanket, but then she remembered the only thing she had on her was her purse. On top of that, they needed to ‘accidentally’ bump into Mina and her date and hope they end up sitting next to each other.

      Just as she was thinking about that a squeal deafened her and a pair of delicate arms wrapped around her. When the girl let go of her, and she met Mina’s face, she grimaced, but she regained her composure fast. She smiled at her and her date, a guy she had seen occasionally in some of her classes.

      “What a coincidence you are here!” Mina’s fake excitement was pissing her off. Coincidence her ass. Y/N was sure she knew they were going to be there.

      “Yeah, what a small world.” She gave the two a visibly fake smile and prayed for Jisung to hurry.

      “Are you alone?” The girl asked, moving her head in different directions as if she was looking for the person she came with.

      “No. I actually came with Jisung.” As if on cue Jisung appeared from behind the two, a blanket in hand.

      “Are you looking for me, princess?” A jolt of surprise went through her at the new nickname he used, but she didn’t let it show.

      Observing the angry expression on Mina’s face at his words, she figured that was how he used to call her before they broke up whatever they had going on. She surpassed a smirk from painting her lips.

      “Mhhm.” She extended her hand, which he gladly held and went in for a short kiss. “Look who I found. Isn’t it lovely seeing your friends here?” She sarcastically said, smiling up at him.

      “You guys should come sit with us!” Mina’s date said, and a victorious smile spread across her face.

      “We’ll love to if that is okay with Mina, of course. We wouldn’t wanna disrupt you!” Y/N faked concern and gave Mina doe eyes.

      Mina’s jaw slightly clenched before immediately relaxing and letting out a forced giggle.

      “Of course you can. Why wouldn’t I be okay with that?”

      After that, the four of them went and found a place at the back of the crowd where they could sit. It wasn’t exactly the back of the crowd since there were some more people behind them, but they were reasonably behind. 

      Jisung spread the blanket on the fluffy grass, and Mina’s date, whose name she found out was Jay, did the same as Jisung. Their blankets were almost touching, the distance between them millimetric. 

      There were still 20 minutes before the movie was supposed to start. They sat down on the blankets, and Y/N stretched her legs, finally relaxing for not having to stand on the platform shoes she was wearing.

      “So, are you guys dating or…” Jay asked, fixing his body position so he could see them better.

      Y/N rolled her eyes at his question. The guy wasn’t the best at reading the room.

      “Of course we are. Why would we be here together if we weren’t?” Annoyance was dripping off her tongue. She only wanted to relax for a bit before having to spend two hours watching some boring rom-com.

      “Oh…” His voice sounded almost disappointed as his gaze lingered a second too long on her exposed legs. “Mina and I are not a couple. And since she and Jisung have had a thing before, I thought...” He bit his bottom lip while looking at her thighs that were pretty much bare thanks to her dress riding up when she sat down. “Never mind!” 

      Y/N shifted uncomfortably and placed her hands on her thighs in an attempt to cover them even a little. Mina wasn’t aware of her date’s actions as her eyes were concentrated on Jisung and on the way he looked under the golden rays of the sun that was preparing to set.

      Jisung, however, was burning holes with his eyes into the other man’s head. Upon seeing him biting his lip while looking at Y/N in a less than appropriate way, he felt an unexplainable feeling of rage penetrate his body. What he wanted to do at that moment was to get up and punch that pig into next week for daring to look at her like that. But he kept his composure and decided not to make a big deal out of it. 

      There was literally no reason for him to get that angry. Besides the apparent reason that it made her uncomfortable and he shouldn’t allow something like that, especially when he is playing her boyfriend. But the sudden feeling to rip his head off filled him with turmoil.

      Jisung decided to ignore it for now, and he took his jacket off and placed it over her legs. Her head shot in his direction, confusion and at the same time relief present in her eyes.

      “What is that?” She asked, trying to act unaffected by Jay’s actions.

      “I just thought you might sit more comfortably with this over your legs. It stops unwanted attention.” He subtly glared at Jay, but he didn’t seem to pay him any mind as his eyes were now fixed on Mina’s chest.

      “Thank you!” She said, bringing the jacket further up to cover her thighs better.

      Jisung inched just a little bit closer to her and cupped her face. Placing his lips on hers, he forcefully pushed his tongue in her mouth, taking her by surprise. He made sure their heads were positioned in such a way that the two on the blanket next to them will be able to see the exchange of their mouths. 

      Mina was watching Jisung drag his tongue inside Y/N’s mouth, his eyes closed in satisfaction. The exchange wasn’t rushed, and the way his thumb would caress her cheek so gently had her bursting with jealousy. Jisung had never kissed her like that. Their kisses were always rushed and sloppy, driven by sexual needs.

      When she first heard about their little relationship, she laughed. She thought it was some kind of stupid joke. But then she saw how they behaved. The kisses, the hugs, the hand holding, how he would always have a hand around her shoulders. In the three days, they dated he showed Y/N more love than he showed her in a year and a half.

      Her initial plan was to tease him a little bit, then finally accept to be his girlfriend. She didn’t think he'd go and find himself a girlfriend. And especially not her. From all the people he could choose it had to be her. Looking at them now, Mina regretted her decision.

      Jisung broke the kiss and looked into her fluttering eyes before placing a peck on her nose. Y/N was sitting there dizzy from everything that happened. His sudden boldness left her speechless and burning hot from the embarrassment of being seen doing something like that.

      She wanted to question him. Ask him why he suddenly did something like that. However, a loud sound erupted from the speakers surrounding them, signaling the start of the movie. So she focused her vision on the big cloth in front of her and decided to ignore it.

      She shivered discreetly as a wave of cold hit her body. The movie was only half done, and with the midnight approaching slowly, a chilly air adorned their surroundings. The weather forecast predicted high temperatures, but at that moment she was far away from her city, and so the weather was different.

      Y/N rubbed one of her arms with her hand, regretting not taking a jacket with her just in case something like that was to happen. From the corner of his eye, Jisung noticed her actions, and he leaned in close to her to whisper in her ear.

      “Hey, are you ok?” His hot breath on her ear made the hair at the back of her neck stand up.

      “Yeah, I’m just a little bit cold. I’ll be fine!” She whispered back giving him reassuring eyes.

      Jisung thought for a second of what he could do. He didn’t have another jacket, and he didn’t want her to uncover her legs. At least not when Jay was around. An idea finally struck him, and he softly called her name, catching her attention again.

      When she turned to look at him, he tapped the space between his spread legs. Y/N raised an eyebrow at his gesture.

      “What does that mean?” She sounded a little bit annoyed.

      “Come sit here. I’ll cuddle you so you won’t be cold anymore.” Y/N threw him a weirded out look. “We are ‘dating’. No one will find it weird. Or you could just stay there and freeze to death.” The man explained his voice a little bit louder than before.

      She pondered his offer for a bit before getting up and making her way between his legs. She let herself fall backwards until her back hit his chest softly. Jisung put his arms around her, and warmth started enveloping her almost instantly. Y/N let out a purr at the newfound comfort, and her eyes shot open at the realisation of what she just did.

      “Hey, don’t get too comfortable, you hear me? I’m doing this just because Mina might be watching.” She warned, her voice stern hoping he missed her last action.

      Jisung rolled his eyes but decided not to bring up the sound she just let out. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the newfound proximity. Only so they can make Mina jealous. Right?

      They sat like that, none of them daring to move. For some reason, Jisung found the position really comfortable. A few days prior at the start of their relationship he found skinship really awkward but now it wasn’t like that anymore. It felt almost natural. Like they have been doing it for a long time.

      Some more time passed, but Jisung wasn’t sure how much. The movie was approaching its climax, and the man felt bored out of his mind. Was it really worth going through that only to get his dick wet? But then he remembered who he was doing it for. He was doing it so he and Mina, the girl who he has been in love with for the longest time, could finally be together. And when it happens, he will be able to slide his hand through her silky hair, and feel her smooth skin and kiss her soft lips without having to call it a friendly gesture.

      His trail of thoughts was interrupted by a quiet mumbling coming from Y/N. Her voice was so small that Jisung couldn’t hear her.

      “What?” He leaned his head down in order to hear her when she talks.

      For a minute, there was silence. Thinking that she didn’t hear him, Jisung wanted to repeat the question when a puff of air left her mouth. Right after, she turned slightly to the side, pushing her head more against his chest, and that is when he realised that she fell asleep.

      An involuntary smile tugged at his lips, and his heart started beating faster. He couldn’t explain why he was so happy about it. It was going to be a pain in the ass. Having to wake her up and wait for her to recover from her dazed form. They were going to be the last ones to leave after the movie was over.

      A whistle-like noise left Y/N’s nose when she expired the cold air of the night, and his smile turned into a grin. Jisung moved a few strands of hair from her face before wrapping his hands better around her to keep her warm. He placed a kiss on top of her head and rested his chin on her head, swaying slightly while continuing to watch the movie.

      If you were to ask Mina what has happened so far in the movie, she couldn’t give you an answer. As much as she wanted to see the film, the girl’s eyes seemed to be more interested in whatever was happening on the blanket on her left. 

      She watched as they were cuddling and whispering to each other things she couldn’t hear. Then Y/N fell asleep, and Jisung seemed to be even more loving, hugging her even tighter and kissing her. She was wondering if he has ever done that to her on the many nights they shared a bed.

      Mina never thought she would be that affected by the fact that Jisung has found himself a girlfriend. After all, he was just one of the many boys she was hooking up with. She never thought she would have feelings for him, but here she was, being jealous of the last person she ever thought she would.

      She had to somehow get the boy back. She wanted to see it as a challenge, but she couldn’t. It had barely been two weeks since they ‘broke up’ and scarcely four days since he started dating that perfect little missy. Love doesn’t fade away that fast. She’ll have him back in no time.

      Y/N felt someone shaking her arm gently, and she mumbled some incoherent words, pushing the hand away. She was sleeping so well, she didn’t want to wake up. A hand pushed a hair strand that was ticking her nose out of the way before grabbing her shoulder and shaking it again. She groaned in annoyance.

      “Wake up, Y/N! You have to go home. Unless you want me to take you to my place.” Someone whispered close to her face, and her eyes fluttered open, trying to make up her surroundings.

      The first thing she saw when she finally managed to blink the sleep away was Jisung’s smirking face. God, he was so annoying. Ignoring him and looking around, she noticed she was in his parked car in front of her apartment complex. She vaguely remembered falling asleep, but she doesn’t remember waking up to get to the car.

      “How did I get here? Did you wake me up?” Y/N asked, straightening her body and inhaling the cold air of the night.

      Jisung held her hand and helped her out of the car before slamming the door closed. He let her lean against the front door and opened the back door to fish her purse from the back seat.

      “I didn’t. You were way too cute when you shut up. Like a little obedient kitty. I had to enjoy the moment a little bit longer.” He teased, putting a hand around her waist and making their way to the entrance in the complex.

      Y/N scoffed at his childish remark but decided to ignore it. She didn’t have the necessary energy to argue with him.

      “So you carried me to the car? What about the blanket and the other stuff you had there? Did you go back for them?”

      “No, I had Jay get them for me, so I don’t wake you up.” 

      Stopping in front of the elevator, Jisung pushed the button, and they waited a few seconds for the doors to open. Stepping inside, Y/N pushed the button for the third floor before leaning back against Jisung.

      “Talking about Jay. Thank you for today!” The man threw her a questioning look, acting as nonchalant as he could.

      “What do you mean?”

      “Don’t act dumb! I know you didn’t give me your jacket just because you are nice like that. You saw how he looked at me.” She wanted to sound more aggressive, but her voice came out soft and calm since she was still sleepy.

      Jisung found that adorable but surpassed a smile. Adopting a disinterested expression, he spoke.

      “He did? I didn’t notice. I just thought that, as your boyfriend, I shouldn’t let everyone see your underwear.” Y/N punched him in the stomach lightly, and Jisung dramatically bent down, letting out a fake grunt.

      “You are such an asshole!”

      A loud ding echoed in the restricted space, and the doors opened, revealing the dirty wall of the third floor. They stepped out of the elevator and slowly walked down the hallway to where Y/N’s apartment door was. Taking her purse from Jisung’s hand and finding her keys, she unlocked the door and opened it.

      She leaned against the door frame and looked up at Jisung, giving him a bright smile.

      “I'd like to say that I had fun, but I fell asleep halfway through the date.” She giggled, trying to mask her embarrassment. “But it was nice getting out of the house. Thank you for today!”

      The man put his hands in his jean’s pockets and scoffed.

      “You are lucky Mina got upset by you sleeping on me. Otherwise, I would have gotten angry. My shoulders are so stiff from having to support your weight. I might not recover for a few days.” A fake pained groan left his throat, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

      Lifting herself on her tiptoes, she placed one hand on his shoulder and brought his head lower. She connected her lips with his in a short kiss. Breaking the kiss, she stepped inside her apartment and kept the door open enough for her head to be visible.

      “See you on Monday!” With that, she closed the door all the way and made her way into her bedroom.

      She wasn’t sure what was the time, but it must have been well past 11 PM. Taking off the dress, she discarded it on the floor before grabbing the oversized t-shirt from the back of the desk chair. She put it on and threw herself on the bed, letting the sheets envelop her body before falling asleep.

      Y/N’s eyes shot open, and her mouth fell open as the realisation of what she did only moments prior sank in. Putting the back of her hand over her forehead and exhaling deeply, her eyes closed and her brows furrowed. Why did she kiss him? She’ll never interact with anyone while she’s still drunk on sleep.

      Meanwhile, Jisung that just exited the complex couldn’t contain his smile. He couldn’t understand why that was happening. They kissed before to make Mina jealous. But maybe that was precisely the reasons such an insignificant gesture brought him so much joy. Mina was nowhere near. A spark erupted in his stomach at the thought that the girl might have a crush on him.

      “Do it again! With more love this time. Come on. You want me! You desire me!” Y/N ordered to Jeongin.

      The man let out a frustrated groan, using the script to cover his eyes from the brightness of the sun.

      Both of them, Hyunjin and Jisung, were outside, in front of the university. They had a free period and decided to practice the script for the short movie they were playing in. Hyunjin, although not part of the film itself, was always with them thanks to Mrs. Bae’s affinity towards him. 

      Jisung, however, was new in the picture. Ever since they went on that date a week and a half ago, he seemed to be spending more time with her. She felt mildly suffocated by that but decided not to question it. As long as he wasn’t distracting her from her usual activities, she didn’t mind him tagging along.

      “You don’t make desiring you really easy. We’ve done it four times already. We will start filming in three months. I don't have to be perfect right now!” Jeongin exclaimed letting his body fall on the bench on which Jisung and Hyunjin were seated.

      “Hey! Be careful of what you say. My girlfriend is very, much desirable!” Jisung said in a jokingly offended tone earning disgusted groans from the other two men.

      “Really dude? I could have lived my life without knowing that information.” Jeongin started fanning himself with the script. It was a sweltering day.

      “I don’t understand why you are here. You are only four-wheeling us.” Hyunjin remarked, earning himself a dirty look from Jisung.

      “A car needs all four wheels to be functional.”

      “Yeah, babe, but we are a tricycle.”

      Hyunjin, Jeongin and Y/N erupted into laughter at Jisung’s dumbfounded expression. From behind Y/N, they heard even louder laughter and Hyunjin scoffed at the scene unfolding under his eyes. 

      “I swear to God! Mina has been so annoying lately. Much more than when she used to hang out with Jisung. It’s as if she’s following us around.” The man rolled his eyes as he remembered how many times Mina ‘coincidentally’ happened to be in the same place as them the past week.

      “Tell me about it. And how she is always with Jay from our major. If I wanted to watch live porn, I would have signed up on one of those porn sites.” Jeongin seemed as annoyed as the other man.

      “Don’t stress about that guys. I’m pretty sure these are just coincidences.” Y/N tried telling them, even though she knew everything they said was right.

      “No, I’m pretty sure they are not. There’s someone between us whose attention she’s trying to catch.” Hyunjin gave Jisung a side look.

      “You can’t be sure of that.” She played dumb, wanting more than anything to change the subject.

      “ Oh, please! She’s always watching him. In the cafeteria, when we are hanging around on our free periods, when she’s kissing that loser. It’s like he’s a good movie she can’t tear her eyes from.” Jeongin snapped, tired of the whole situation.

      “Then let’s give them something to look at!” Jisung smirked smugly.

      “What do..”

      In the next second, Y/N has been pulled on Jisungs lap, and he captured her lips in an urgent kiss. One hand was on the nape of her head forcefully holding her in the kiss, and the other one was on her ass cheek, squeezing it. 

      She heard someone awkwardly clearing their throat from her right, and all her senses heightened. Y/N placed her hands on Jisung’s shoulders and tried lightly pushing him away while uncomfortably shifting in his lap. As a response, the man groaned lowly and slid his hand from her neck to her chest, cupping it.

      Her eyes widened in shock at his action and mustering all the force she had in her, she pushed him away, finally breaking the kiss. A loud bang ringed around them as her hand made contact with his cheek. Jumping off his lap, she gathered her bag from the leg of the bench.

      “You are a fucking asshole!” She shouted in his face before storming off inside the university.

      The stomping of her boots was echoing in the empty halls, and the few students that were around decided to make her space to pass. Her thinking was clogged at the moment, and all she could feel was rage and shame. She was angrily making her way down the halls, but her destination was uncertain. She just wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

      Y/N heard quick steps from behind her, and a hand pulled at her shoulder. Without turning around, she shrugged it off and started walking faster. The person behind her also increased their walking speed, but this time around, they grabbed her wrist.

      Just as she was preparing to scream in their face, she was pulled into a hug, her face forced into a firm chest. Y/N felt herself calm down as the smell of a cologne she grew accustomed to in the last week invaded her lungs. His hand was gently rubbing her back, and she relaxed under her touch.

      “Are you okay?” Hyunjin whispered softly in her ear.

      She hid her face more in his chest, feeling shame overcome her.

      “I’m sorry you had to see that. I swear it’s not what you think! We’ve never…” Her voice was shaky, as if she was about to cry. Hyunjin cupped her face forcing her to look in his eyes. She could see concern and sadness hiding behind his brown orbs.

      “Why are you apologising to me? You are the one who’s been wronged here. I just wanna make sure you are okay.” His soft voice was acting as a calmative for her racing heartbeat.

      Y/N felt her insides flip at his caring words. His hands on her cheeks were hot, and she decided to blame them for the blush that acaparated her face.

      “Hey! Step away from my girlfriend, you motherfucker!” Jisung’s voice filled her ears, and she saw Hyunjin roll his eyes.

      The warmth of his body left her, and he crossed his arms as Jisung finally arrived in front of them. Hyunjin was looking down at the other man, and both their expressions were filled with anger.

      “I was just making sure she’s fine. It looks like you took your time deciding to do the same.” The taller man spat venom dripping off his tongue.

      “It’s none of your business how I handle my relationship!” Jisung adopted a louder tone bringing his face closer to Hyunjin’s.

      “But it is when you decide to act like a bitch in heat and make your girlfriend uncomfortable. This is why Mina never dated you and why you and Y/N won’t last long!”

      Jisung clenched his jaw upon hearing the other man’s words, and before anyone could register what was happening, he plunged his fist into Hyunjin’s face.

[itbeleeeee]

Sorry, long Stranger Things rant ahead. Spoilers, btw

Would it kill the industry to get some consistent writers??? Like when I write I have to know EVERY DETAIL in case I need it down the line, and the writers just... FORGOT Will's birthday??? Y'know...the Main Goddamn Character, that has been paid DIRT this season? THAT one??

And the whole Steve-Nancy-Jonathan business??? Like yeah talking to people about tough things is hard and pretending things are a-okay is a lot easier to cope with, but Nancy was over Steve. Steve was growing away from the douche persona that only cared about himself and just following in his father’s footsteps. He cared about the kids, about his friends that he made in his fucked-up life and was moving on from the girl that he thought he needed. But noOooOOoo, he has to be this cookie-cutter character that wants the kids and the house and the girl and he had a little growth, but in just didn’t matter. Steve still loves Nancy, Jonathan loves Nancy but is still lying to her because he’s afraid of losing her but doesn’t know how to tell her, and Nancy is caught between the has-been and the now-doing... and instead of talking to her fucking partner about it or talking to Steve about it she does nothing and pretends everything is fine, which is totally what her character would do, yep!! Totally!! I’m totally not being sarcastic!!

(The thing that bothers me most about this is, as someone on both aro and ace spectrums, I thought that Steve would be that sort of representation that would show that you didn’t have to be in a romantic relationship to feel important or loved. That finally, there would be a character who had a love interest in the beginning, and then realizes gradually that they don’t need that to feel like a person, they didn’t need a relationship to be validated. I was thinking, “Hey, Steve has the kids and Robin and Eddie ((Rip, we’ll get to him in a sec)), and maybe Nancy and Jonathan. He’ll be protective and a self-sacrificing idiot that will eventually be saved by someone because that’s who he is, but will learn an important lesson at the end of the day” but there was NONE of that. He went back to Nancy because it’s impossible for Steve “The Hair” Harrington to be on his own and he has to have a love interest at all times. Seriously, fuck that dude. He was such a good character, and now there’s this bullshit.)

Now the queer representation.... I’m not exactly surprised how that turned out but with the amount that the Duffers were talking about Will and all the hints that were dropped, only for him to have one moment with Mike in the back of the van that the oblivious mfer didn’t pick up on and one moment with Jonathan (that was very sweet, I quite liked that scene)... it was like.. wtf?? That’s it??? Will only slightly alludes to it and Jonathan says he loves Will for who he is, and then Mike goes and tells El his life started when he met her?? Will is so much more than Sad and Gay, but that isn’t how the people that wrote him treat him. And it’s implied that Robin is going to get together with Vickie, who is a side character and has been seen three times in the whole show. Like I really kinda did want Ronance to happen, but it was a stretch and I understand why they didn’t go in that direction but still it just kinda sucks that the only confirmed lesbian character is dating someone who is insignificant in this series. 

And Eddie. Sweet, sweet Eddie Munson who did not deserve this. His death I feel was absolutely more shock factor than anything else than give Dustin motivation for later on and...emotional value??? Idk, the fact that he was so queer-coded and an immediate fan-favorite only for him to die in the end? And to be the only character that died (when there were several teases that more characters would die)? It’s just ridiculous. Someone else on here pointed out that the writers probably had no way of clearing his name so they killed him off instead of... idk.... writing out a solution for him and I’m inclined to agree. It’s just a cheap shot at emotional shock value when there were like 20 other people to pick from.

WHICH brings me to my final point, WHY WAS HE THE ONLY ONE WHO DIED?? Yeah, I was heartbroken when Max “died”. I would have been even more upset if Steve or Robin or Dustin died. I would have been heartbroken, which is what would have made this show so much better. I came into this thinking, “Okay, at least three people are gonna die, and I need to prepare myself”, but it just didn’t happen?? Instead of just keeping her dead Max is now in a coma and probably blind and all of her limbs are broken. Like, huh??? What’s the f u c k i n g point??? She’s definitely 10x more traumatized than she already was and what can she do about it? Absolutely nothing. Characters dying sucks.. but it feels like the show means business when it kills of a main character. If Steve had died like I and so many others feared, it would have meant that we had so much more to fear because it would have made us think about who was next. It would have made us value the time we got with the character that died, and to carry on writing about the character or drawing them to preserve our memory of them. It would have resulted in the audience seeing a new side of some of the characters who were close to the passing character and show us how they dealt with the death of a loved one. Like we’re gonna see that with Dustin in his relation to Eddie but that was really...it. Mike gave 0 fucks and Lucas was worried about Max (respectfully), and nobody else really knew him and the town hated him. If Steve had died?? We might have seen the elusive Harrington parents and their reaction to their son dying, we might have seen Nancy grieve over someone who was very close to her for a long time and then suddenly wasn’t in her life as much. We might have seen Robin who hasn’t dealt with death in relation to the Upside Down yet, break down over her close friend dying to protect her or something equally heroic. Eddie (I give 0 fucks about Jason. Did he even die?? Does anyone really care??) was a dumb sacrifice that wasn’t justified or deserved and I will not forget this injustice. Fuck you, Duffers.

Can I also mention that the “Two Days Later” thing was dumb? Like I’m sorry we just skip over some potentially crucial moments for the sake of moving the story along and easy writing? How did Nancy, Robin, and Steve react to seeing Dustin holding Eddie’s body? Was Erica okay and how did she react to seeing Max like she was? How did Max wake up? What happened to the, uh, idk, giant hole in the middle of goddamn Hawkins? Doing a flash-forward doesn’t solve all your damn issues, it’s sloppy writing if you’re just using one to move the reader past all the unanswered questions.

The last two episodes just kind of pissed me off. There was so much that went unsaid and unfinished, when I was expecting it to be finished. It was like the first part was one season and part two was an entirely different part. They had consistent ideas for part one and then lost all their notes and then suddenly had memory-loss for a few days and then started on a whole new season until they suddenly remembered they had 7 episodes out already. Takeaway here is: consistency is key. Get a beta reader or two. Actually re-read your work.

I dunno. I don’t know. I’m frustrated. I’m disappointed. And I’m a tad angry.

[jessicajonesrp]

Demise of Dorothy Walker

(continued from previous note)

  “Wait…how many times has she jumped out the window today, exactly?” Trish questioned, tilting her head with some obvious confusion. “Jess, are you aware that windows can be opened before you jump through them, if you’re that opposed to doors?”

 Jessica ignored her, wiggling out of Trish’s loosened embrace and taking several steps back, crossing her arms over her chest as though to defend herself from any further attempts at being given affection. She nodded stiffly at Luke, attempting to take in what he is saying.

 “From what the kid in the apartment said and what I saw on the surveillance film, before he fucking destroyed it, it doesn’t seem like he needs much more than a look. I don’t know, maybe he needs a certain amount of time, or access to his inner rage, who the hell knows. But maybe not. I don’t need anything to jump or punch someone, so why should he?”

 “But you might have limitations that you don’t know about, or some sort of kryptonite that you have to avoid,” Trish pointed out, siding with Luke. “I’ve always told you that you should be doing more to understand your abilities. Who knows, Jess, they could be time limited, you could suddenly lose them one day, or maybe if you use them a certain amount of times they just stop or something. They might even be hurting you internally somehow, every time you jump or hit something, and you don’t realize it until you drop dead some day.”

 “Cheerful,” Jessica said sarcastically. “I’ll cross my fingers, maybe we’ll all be so lucky.”

 “Not funny,” Trish said sharply, narrowing her eyes at her. “I’m serious. You need to understand what has made you what you are, now more than ever. And you need to understand what has made Phillip who he is.”

 “He killed the people who made us who we are,” Jessica pointed out. “What am I supposed to do, search for a secret diary? “Dear diary, today I injected Kangaroo Hulk chemicals into a girl and Pyro chemicals into a boy, I sure hope it causes world chaos?” Something like that?”

  Trish looked at Luke for help, sighing. “I know you’re upset, Jessica,” she said quietly. “But we’re the ones supporting you. We’re the ones trying to help you, so if you’re trying the pushing away thing you love to do, it isn’t working, and it’s not going to make you feel any better. I’m not asking you to be happy, but save some of the venom for the people who deserve it.”

 Jessica’s cheeks reddened, and she swallowed, biting down the inside of her cheeks with shame she didn’t want them to see. She tried to cover it by turning to throw away her now empty bottle.

 “Fine. Guess we backtrack. I’ve got the contact information for the woman who started all this, the wife of the third doctor he killed. Let’s see what sort of contacts she might know to put me in touch with.”

  88

 Six miles away, Phillip Jones and his long term girlfriend, Rikarah Pallaton, were casually seated across each other at the small kitchen table of Rikarah’s apartment, laptops open side by side. Rikarah’s apartment, although not especially large or fancy, was far more comfortable and lived-in looking in its appearance than Phillip’s rented motel room had been, and there are far more indications of a man’s presence within its interior. Before contacting Jessica at all, Phillip had actually first been living there with Rikarah, and he had kept only enough of his belongings at the motel room for daily, necessary use- just enough to make it appear that he had no other place of residence. Although he had spent most nights there in the past several weeks, just in case Jessica or one of her associates happened to be watching him, it was never intended to be more than a temporary cover address.

 The only person he felt himself to belong to was Rikarah, and the only place he wished to reside would be wherever it was she chose. For the past few years he had followed her in her frequent relocations across the country, content to join her and at times assist her in wherever she felt lead to be and whatever she felt lead to do. They had met at a bar some four years ago, on a night that Phillip had intended little more to get drunk and hook up with someone, but it hadn’t been long before he discovered that there was far more to Rikarah, his intended “someone” of the night, then met eye. The dark-haired, pixie-featured beauty with darkly themed tattoos over her torso, barely visible peeking out the edges of her tank top’s neckline, carried far more steely strength and sharply focused intelligence than her slight frame would ever indicate.

 Rikarah, much like his sister, was a self-appointed vigilante, Phillip had discovered over time as she gradually let him into her world and her view of her life’s mission. Although she, unlike Jessica or himself, rarely, if ever, used her own supernatural abilities, and rarely did more for a living than bartend, waitress, or sell her own artwork online or in sidewalk sales, she nevertheless carried a power and purpose that Phillip at first was in awe of, then became seduced into emulating. For the first few years of his adulthood he had drifted, aimless, alone, and feeling that there was nothing to his existence that was worthy. Life held little to interest him, and he felt little connection to the world or anyone in it, even himself.

 Rikarah had changed that. In her quiet, steely-eyed focus on her view of truth and justice, she had changed his life and forever altered its course. She had opened his eyes to the grade power he possessed and the responsibility this charged him with to use it for the world’s benefit. How could he not, when he had so much potential at his disposal?

 Rikarah was physically weaker and smaller, lacked the sort of super powers that could be used on a daily and practical basis for protection or defense, and had no more money or family in the world than Phillip himself; if anything, she had been given far less in the way of advantage. And yet, by the time she was seventeen years old, she had already begun her life’s mission of identifying, and then ending the lives of people too twisted up in their abusive behaviors to deserve them. And she had started out with her very own family.

 Over time, Phillip had come to understand and believe in Rikarah’s view of the world, and to accept her view of his responsibility to it. It was she who had urged him to find those who had persecuted himself in his childhood, to take them out before they could harm others. It was also she who encouraged him to find his sister Jessica and insert himself into her life, to begin to know her- and to gradually bring her to understand their view of the world, in hopes of bringing her to join them.

 They both saw Jessica’s involvement in the death of Kevin Kilgrave as a very promising sign. If she had killed once, for the good of the world, it shouldn’t be too difficult to bring her into accepting the idea of killing again for the same reasons.

 But Jessica had been quicker to catch on than they had expected- too quick, even for the fact of her being a private investigator by living. Phillip blamed Patricia Walker for that. The woman had been interfering with his sister’s life since they were barely teenagers, and now her claws had sunk so deeply into her that Jessica couldn’t seem to separate herself from her influence. Without Trish there, it would be easier to sway Jessica into their way of thinking. And the easiest way to weaken Trish, from what Rikarah and Phillip had come to understand, was to first remove her mother from the picture.

 It would have been done anyway, at some point. It was because of Dorothy Walker that Phillip had grown up apart from his sister, living in abusive homes. It was because of her lies that Jessica had thought him to be dead for more than half his lifetime. She was a liar, a con artist, and a child abuser, an opportunist of the worst kind, even towards her own daughter. The world would not suffer for her loss, and its gains would be considerable.

 88

 The plan was simple. Rikarah had subtly tracked the woman’s routine for the past several days, and when Phillip let her know that the time had come for them to make their move, they arrived separately at her address, following at considerable distance. They had assumed and been correct to see that Dorothy would disregard Trish’s warning for her to leave town, too arrogant to assume anyone could want her dead or be successful in making it happen. Rikarah waited for her outside of her talent studio for up and coming young actors and models as Dorothy made her way to open for the morning, with Phillip following at a distance. As Dorothy moved to unlock the door, clearly intending to go about her day as usual to bully young girls in the name of “career advice and advancement” all while making considerable money, Rikarah called out to her in a cultivated mix of hesitation and urgency, stepping into her peripheral view.

 “Ms. Walker? Ms. Walker- you’re Patsy’s mother, aren’t you? Dorothy Walker?”

 She had deliberately used the name that Dorothy preferred to call Trish rather than Trish’s own preference, in a subtle alignment with the woman. Dorothy turned slightly, narrowing her eyes as she looked Rikarah up and down. Finding her to be physically unthreatening and not recognizable, she raised her eyebrows at her.

 “Yes? Do you or your daughter have an appointment with me today? I don’t take walk ins, young lady, but if you want an appointment for yourself, let me advise you now that you should consider acting over modeling. You have the figure for it, but hardly the height.”

  She turned back to unlock the door, but froze when Rikarah spoke again.

 “Please Ms. Walker, it’s Patsy. She’s…I don’t like to do this, go behind her back, but you’re her mother, and I feel like you should know before anyone else. You have a reputation in this town, you’re so respected, maybe you can do something to help before it’s too late for her-“

 “What’s happened?” Dorothy demanded, spinning around fast and facing Rikarah fully and with intensity. “Keep your voice down, if she’s doing something to ruin her reputation again- we can’t have this discussion out where just anyone can hear! Just who are you anyway?”

 “I’m Emily Oliver,” Rikarah lied smoothly, and when Dorothy looked blank, she added, “I was an extra on It’s Patsy, they used me in party or school scenes a lot. I don’t expect you to remember or know me, Ms. Walker, but I’ve always followed and admired you and Patsy. I hate to see her destroy herself now when you’ve worked so hard to repair her reputation to everyone. That Jessica Jones, she-“

 “I should have known it would have something to do with Jessica,” Dorothy hissed under her breath, shaking her head grimly. “That girl has always been a thorn at my side from the day she- but never mind, we can’t have this conversation out here. Emma, was it? Come inside, before the girls start arriving.”

 She gestured for Rikarah to follow her, and Rikarah started to, then hesitated.

 “Wait- I left my phone in my car. Someone sent me some photos of Patsy, they thought it was funny, I guess, but- maybe if I show you, maybe we can stop them from getting out to the media. Maybe-“

 “Yes, yes, go get your phone, make it quick, now,” Dorothy said impatiently, nodding her head and flapping her hand as though to dismiss the younger woman. “Meet me inside. I’m locking the door, I can’t be having clients come in and overhear this. Ring the doorbell when you’re back, I’ll let you in.”

  This was exactly what Rikarah and Phillip had been hoping for; they couldn’t have planned a better set up themselves. Nodding, biting her lip theatrically, Rikarah turned to walk towards the parking lot, taking her time about it, even as she watched out the corner of her eye to check that Dorothy did indeed go into the building and lock the door behind herself.

 Now it was all up to Phillip. Retrieving her phone, she texted him a single word, “okay,” and he was ready. Exiting Rikarah’s car, even as she slipped inside it, he casually walked past the studio, hands deep in his pockets. To anyone passing by, he would look no more than a person on his way somewhere, uninterested and uninvolved in anything suspicious.

 As he passed directly in front of the front door, he paused, looking towards it. With a few moments of intense concentration, he visualized Dorothy, waiting for Rikarah within. Twenty seconds later, screams burst into the air, and the sound of smoke detectors blared forth shrilly as Dorothy Walker’s skin began to burn.

 With the same casualness as before, Phillip continued to walk, bypassing the dying woman as Rikarah pulled out of the parking lot. Several blocks later, as she stopped at a prearranged stop sign, he slid into the passenger seat beside her. Mission accomplished.

[sinjata]

Inuyasha / Kagome Fanfic : When Your Heart Makes a Wish - Chapter 2 - Memories from somewhere far away

Here’s the second chapter, it’s all yours! :) Hope you like it! Oh, you really should listen Inuyasha soundtracks, when you are reading this story. Those are so good!

Chapter 2 - Memories from somewhere far away

Kagome cannot help it, sometimes she just has to let her memories to be heard, no matter how painful it is. At one point, she realized she had to try to learn to cherish her memories. They did not stay in her mind just for fun. How could I ever forget? Every place is reminiscent of Inuyasha, even the market where we went together... Kagome had to avoid that place too for some time. It has been difficult for her to protect herself from crushing memories, but gradually it succeeded. Until now, when Kagome’s mind fills up for a long time with questions, to which she has not dared to think of answers.

Has Inuyasha forgotten me, went on in his life? Did he ever think, that our time together might be coming to an end? Is everyone alright there? Did Sango and Miroku get married? Shippo and Kirara, how I would love to hug you both now. I miss you; I miss you all so terribly! Sota misses you too, Inuyasha, but he doesn’t say it out loud, because he’s afraid that he would hurt me... Kagome just sees it from him every now and then and when she hugs him wordlessly, Sota understands.

Suddenly, memories - good and more painful ones - makes a return to Kagome's mind, as if someone had opened the huge gate, that protected them. Kagome has tried to push certain memories, especially those which were like one big monster, somewhere very far from her mind. But now they seem like to suffocate her, unless she will release them. She can't help but give up.

Kagome remembers the moment, when after surviving the attack of the centipede demon, she got up from the well and ended up in the woods. Thinking that she had found the Holy Tree and her home yard, but then she saw a boy, Inuyasha, nailed to the tree with an arrow. She remembers rubbing his dog’s ears, totally unable to resist the temptation. Such ears... Those doesn’t belong to a human. She remembers thinking, waking up from her thoughts only, when the villagers shot them with arrows.

Suddenly Kagome does wince and almost drops her tea mug. She now realizes that she actually instinctively protected Inuyasha from the arrows of the villagers, by throwing herself in front of him, without even considering that she could be hit by herself. I could have jumped to the ground for being safe or something, but for some reason I didn't do it... She wonders.

“Thanks for that, you were just trying to kill me,” Kagome says sadly.

But Inuyasha took very good care of me too... Kagome is thinking and smiles a little for her memories. When this got sick at the Feudal era and she returned home, Inuyasha followed her. He prepared medicine for her using his mother’s prescription and kept watch at night, that Kagome was able to sleep. And he didn't even get a jealousy attack, even though Hojo was here... Maybe he was more focused on thinking about ways to get me in better shape.

Inuyasha often called her an idiot, and yet at times he behaved like one, however, he remained by her side in such moments, helping to the best of his ability. Like she was doing same for Inuyasha, there was no doubt about it.

In Kagome’s mind is now a very distant memory, of how Inuyasha was not at first allowing her to go back to her own time, when she wanted to and tried to block (or destroy) the well with a large rock. Kagome became enraged and repeatedly used the sit -command on Inuyasha, so that he tumbled to the ground and the heavily stone striked to his back. Later, a mask demon attacked Kagome and Sota, but Inuyasha rescued them by destroying the demon. However, Inuyasha was really offended about what happened with the stone and rudely refused to help them, before apologizing. As dawn came, before Kagome left for school, she vowed Inuyasha to go his own time and so he did - for a moment.

When Kagome came home from school, she found Inuyasha from her room, who was sitting on the bed while Buyo was sleeping next to him. At first Kagome was angry, because she knew how impossible it was to study while he was around. Inuyasha got bored insanely fast, if he didn’t come up with anything to do, and Kagome didn't always have time to keep him company. Fortunately, Sota helped her sometimes with that, but now he was not home yet.

“You! Why are you here? I’m not coming back yet, you know -” Kagome asked, dropping her backpack from her shoulder to the floor.

Soon, however, she saw that he was not okay. Inuyasha sat unanswered with his ears down, holding his side while his face distorted in pain.

"Inuyasha, what’s wrong with you?" Kagome asked, sat down next to Inuyasha, while concern swept over her when seeing him like this.

“Back”, grumpy hanyō growled, looking accusingly at Kagome. I hope I didn't come here for nothing... What if she doesn't want to help? Inuyasha thought somehow worried.

“Oh no - still? It seems to get a bad hit then...” Kagome muttered nervously, feeling a small sting of guilt. Somehow, it’s weird... Inuyasha often gets worse hits with demons, as those wounds healed very quickly. But now one stone cause such terrible pain? She wondered, without daring to inquire about the matter any further.

“Why didn’t you show it to Kaede? She would surely have found the right herbs for your pains -”

“As if I would show anything to that old hag! Hngh... Stop nagging and do something!” Inuyasha groaned in pain.

“Well, once you ask so kindly...” Kagome said in a sarcastic tone, sighing deeply.

“Take off your clothes”, Kagome ordered.

“Shirts, I mean”, she clarified quickly, seeing Inuyasha’s look.

Inuyasha then nodded quickly and put his Tessaiga sword from his lap to the floor, to lean on the bedside table. He turned his back and began to carefully take off his kimono. To his surprise, he felt Kagome helping him, her noticing that every move seemed to hurt him.

“Thanks...” Inuyasha said quietly. Damn, even just this feels painful...

After Inuyasha got his shirt off too, Kagome saw many big bruises on his pale back, but some of them were already healing. However, the sight gripped Kagome's stomach kind of nasty way, because Inuyasha's back was looking as if this had gotten beated badly.

“I’m sorry...” Kagome said quietly, touching his back lightly with her fingertips.

“Well now you sounded more, like you really meant it too. Last time you didn’t really convince me”, Inuyasha muttered and shuddered slightly, when he felt her gently touch on his back.

"Hey, do you even realize, that you were going to break the well permanently?!" this made Kagome flicker angrily and crossing her arms.

“How did you imagine me getting back to my own time without the well, huh? Here, back into my own life?? It’s little bit hard to apologize anything after that! Fine, I’m not making you sit under a stone or anything else anymore, but you can’t assume -”

“Okay okay, I understood!” Inuyasha interrupted, turning around and nailing his golden-yellow gaze at Kagome.

“Maybe I overreacted just a little bit, but what else should I do, when you always leave at the wrong time! We have to look for Shikon shards, but you seem to always have something hell more important here -“

"I would probably have stayed there for the rest of my life, if the well had broken!" Kagome tries to make him see, how serious the situation was.

“It doesn’t sound so bad though...” Inuyasha muttered, no longer looking at her. Damn, what I’m saying?!

“What...?” Kagome stared at him for a moment wondering, if she had heard wrong.

“It wouldn’t have broken down so badly”, Inuyasha said now louder.

It was as if you had said something completely different... Kagome was still wondering in her mind.

“Inuyasha, I also have to go to school here or I’ll get kicked out from there! My future depends on it, it’s very important to me. When will you understand that?” Kagome huffed, shaking her head slowly.

Seeing Kagome's face like that, Inuyasha understood not to be so stubborn, if he wanted help from her now.

“Maybe I’ll try it now”, Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders and turns his back again to Kagome, leaving her there with open mouth for a moment. As long as you don't kick me out, but help me...

“I don’t know if massaging would help or would it only make it worse...” Kagome did wonder out loud, while she also decided to let the dust settle and focus on caring his back.

“Try”, Inuyasha decided on her behalf.

“Lay down, it’s easier that way”, Kagome instructed, and he obeyed lowering his head on Kagome’s pillow.

"You say right away if it hurts too much, is that clear?" Kagome adjured and Inuyasha mumbled approvingly, while Buyo took a new sleeping place next to his feet.

She moved closer to him, moving Inuyasha's long, silver-white hair aside and gently pressed his back searching painful spots. The bruises gave a good clue about those, but it was also easy to find those because of the noises, he made. At least his shoulders are little tight, no wonder though... Kagome noticed as she used more force.

How can it feel so... Kagome's hands, her sweet scent in this soft... I guess I've never been able to relax like this before... Inuyasha was thinking somewhat sleepy.

"Does this relieve any of your pain?" Kagome asked after a moment.

“Mm-mh...” was the only answer Inuyasha, who had closed his eyes, gave her.

Did he fall asleep? He at least seems to trust me a little bit more now... Kagome thought, and couldn't help but smile. Inuyasha seemed to relax moment by moment, making Kagome’s job easier. I didn’t want to cause you such a pain like this, but why you have to be so stubborn... Otherwise, I would now be wondering by the remains of the well, how to get back home. Kagome thought, then getting an idea. Hmm, would I dare try that to him... Yes, it might really help!

“Inuyasha, I’ll be right back. Just wait here, quietly.”

“Mm...” answer came from the pillow again.

I guess he's somehow awake. Kagome smiled, then headed to the bathroom. She took a mint green tube from the mirror cabinet and returned to her room. Kagome carefully sat back next to Inuyasha and opened the tube. Buyo woke up fast like a flash and its horrified look told, what that thought about the smell. The cat jumped to the floor and found safer place from Kagome's chair. At the same time, Inuyasha woke up too.

“What the hell stinks so strongly?! It burns my eyes!” he rose suddenly to sit, stared at her with narrowed eyes wondering, what she was doing.

“I’ll put you a cold gel, it will relieve the pain. But its effect may seem a little strange to you at first, I just warn you”, Kagome gently let Inuyasha smell the open tube and his reaction was reminiscent of Buyo’s reaction, which couldn’t stand the smell of menthol either.

"You're trying to poison me with that stuff, just admit it!" Inuyasha argued holding his nose and retreated next to the wall on the bed, kicking with his feet. Just when I was about to trust her...!

“This isn’t poison, you fool. Just watch...” Kagome said and put some gel on her own hand, while Inuyasha was about to attack to stop her.

Crazy woman... How dare you put that anywhere near your skin?! Inuyasha thought, glancing eyes wide at Kagome, then stared fixedly at her hand, as if waiting for the skin to corrode.

They both just waited for a moment and while still nothing significant happened to her hand, Inuyasha pondered his options. He moved back to Kagome's side and pushed his hand to her.

“On your own risk, woman,” he said, while Kagome just nodded smiling, applied gel to a small area on his hand and waited for the gel’s and Inuyasha’s reaction.

Inuyasha stared at his hand, tapping his knee with his fingernails. With an impatient nature of his, he was already asking, what they were actually waiting for. Until...

“Gaaah! What...! What...? It feels - cold... No, burning?!” Inuyasha was panicky for a moment, until he somehow restrained himself and sniffed his hand, then he was about to taste it too.

"No! You can’t do that!” Kagome grabbed his hand at the last minute, trying to pull it out of Inuyasha's reach, but accidentally pulling the whole patient closer to herself.

Clearly not... Inuyasha thought looking at their hands and then Kagome, while his tongue was already out of his mouth just a little bit.

“You really shouldn’t put that thing in your mouth, it would hardly even taste good...” Kagome said, then released Inuyasha’s hand in a quick motion and retreated a little further away from him, while her cheeks flushed.

How can he look sometimes so... And why I’m blushing?? My thoughts are wandering far too much now... That's Inuyasha, wake up woman! Kagome thought and felt how her hands was getting sweaty. She closed her eyes tightly for a tiny moment.

“Just trust me now. Turn around”, Kagome ordered again to avoid Inuyasha’s gaze.

What just - happened? Inuyasha thought, when Kagome's look somehow disturbed him. He nodded slowly and turned his back somewhat reluctantly. He grabbed Kagome's pillow in his arms feeling a little excited and gave her a permission to apply that substance called gel, to his back.

Kagome continued her work again and Inuyasha was remaining silent. I really hope this helps you... She thought watching the bruises, while cold gel cooled her fingertips.

It was secretly fun for Kagome to follow, how Inuyasha was squirming and twisting, when he tried to understand what he was feeling in his body at that moment, as the gold gel began to seem to gradually show reactions here and there on his skin.

This feels somehow different than before. As if her touch would burn... But it doesn't hurt, but quite the opposite. Funny feeling... Inuyasha thought, staring at the cork board hanging on the wall in front of him.

“It’s ready”, Kagome snorted as she closed the tube.

Oh... Already now? Inuyasha found himself thinking.

“Such a strange poison... That - actually helps”, he said after a moment looking relieved, when he peeked over his shoulder.

For some reason Kagome felt blushing again. She felt good while she helped, and the fact that Inuyasha took help from her, she felt like the direction was right.

“You're welcome... Still, don’t mess with it too much now. Give it some time to heal”, Kagome advised as she got out of the bed, while Inuyasha was wearing his light shirt.

“Keh, let’s hope then there won’t be any surprises on the way home. You wouldn't - come along already?” Inuyasha suggested from the windowsill, after grabbing his Tessaiga from the floor, though he already knows her answer.

“Not yet, I have to pack and -“

“Well, as long as you will return soon!”

Kagome watched, how Inuyasha leaped into the invisible. And he’s gone again... Well, let’s hurry up then!

She decided to take a bath and then pack her yellow backpack. The backpack became a little too heavy from schoolbooks and other necessities, as usual. Kagome said quickly goodbyes to her grandfather and mother before stepping out the door, then colliding with Sota.

“Bye then, Sota,” Kagome said to him, without stopping her way.

“Sister, isn’t there too much stuff? Are you leaving again?” the boy asked, when he saw her weighing a backpack.

“A girl can’t travel by empty-handed. You never know, what you’ll need there”, she justified.

“Okay, by the way I already saw -“

*CRASH*

“...Inuyasha”, Sota ended his sentence after Inuyasha interrupted him, as if he would have fallen from the sky.

“What are you doing there??” Kagome breathes in fright, as the silver head crashes on her backpack.

“Dumb head...” Inuyasha said, grabbed Kagome’s backpack on his shoulder and headed for the shrine.

“Let’s go already!” Inuyasha said bustling, but stopped abruptly his way and turned to stare at Kagome.

“Oi - you didn't happen to pack that poison -“

“Oh that, I have it”, Kagome smiled at him, patted her backpack, knowing her travel company was talking about the cold gel and Inuyasha also nodded with a smile.

At least he waited, but here...? He really carries my backpack... His back also seems to be much better. Kagome thought contentedly, following him to a new adventure, forgetting everything else for a moment.

He finally started to trust me, even just a little... She thinks while lifting her tea mug to her lips, remembering how difficult the start was with Inuyasha, but how she decided not to give up on him. No matter what. How she was able to do that, she does not know even herself. How long a human can miss someone? The rest of this life, or is it possible to get used to it somehow? At least I'm not used to it yet, if I ever will... Kagome stares at the bottom of an empty mug in her thoughts.

Kagome wonders, how her nerves burned with Inuyasha’s overflowing jealousy because of Koga, however, usually enduring it somehow during their clashes.

It was kind of sweet to be jealous of me, but... Did he take me as for granted? It just felt like it at times... He immediately ran to Kikyo, if he got her scent somewhere nearby. As I turned like into air to him. Until she didn't show up for a while. Or did I just imagine it? But even Koga noticed it and that too, how I felt when Inuyasha did that... And Inuyasha also just wondered, why I was so tense somehow after those times.

I couldn’t help it... And when someone showed some signs of interest in me, he got pissed, even though I did nothing. As if I were just his property. You - you selfish...! Urgh... I’m not some rag doll to play with, just when he or anyone else wants! But he couldn’t help it either. That's just the way he is; always trying to save everyone, even if it’s impossible... Kagome thinks feeling little bit sad and how her pulse is rising, but then calming herself down.

Eventually, something just snapped in her head and she could not help, but explode right into Inuyasha’s face, that he can’t take her for granted. And that he always disappeared into his own little world, when he heard about Kikyo. Inuyasha did not notice any signs of danger in the air, as he said wrong things at that moment and angry Kagome used the sit command on him several times. But saying it out loud seemed to purify the air - at least for a brief moment.

However, even before that, Kagome’s heart went totally broken, when she found Inuyasha and Kikyo together in the forest, knowing Inuyasha had made his choice - and it was not Kagome. When he was ready to say goodbye for good, to focus on protecting Kikyo. However, she was not ready to hear it yet, so she went back to her own time. Kagome then realized, why she couldn’t just let it be; would return Shikon’s shards and return home, permanently. She finally realized, that she loves Inuyasha.

I didn't meet him by chance. I couldn't have abandoned him, no matter how many knife blows my own heart would have felt... Kagome wonders, until she suddenly covers her mouth with her hand and collapses into an almost silent cry. Why does the heart remember this same pain so well even now, over and over again? Is that why it feels, like my heart is little bit tilted? It just hasn’t forgotten yet...

Kagome lowers an empty mug to the ground and lies down on a bench. She crosses her hands on her stomach, trying to calm down. It’s all gone by now and behind, has been already a long time. It would finally be a good time, to forget all the bad... She looks at the tops of the tree and tries to get her thoughts in a more positive direction.

...To be continued...

So, now you have second chapter. Kagome and Inuyasha shared their memories, each in their own minds, in their own time. That’s why there are perspectives on both points of view in the memory part. Just for clarification, why it’s like that. :) Have a great week!

[lihikainanea]

They Skype or call while Bill is on a shoot and this one time, Tiger just gets really small.

Oh. Ohhhhhhh babes, ya got me. Ya got me real good. I’ve thought about this all day today.

Because the thing is, as their relationship progressed, and as tiger got more and more comfortable being fussy or small with him, Bill not only started to be able to recognize when she was feeling this way before she even said anything, but he also...started to see it. And it was something he never noticed before, how tiger actually looked small when she was in her own head, and he instantly knew how she was feeling and was at the ready to help give her tons more comfort and care.

It was sometimes the way her shoulders would curl in on themselves, hunch over just a tad so that she wasn’t standing up straight anymore. It was the way she would bite her lip a lot more--even start to pick at them nervously, if she was in bad shape--the way her voice got lower and less clear, but most of all, it was the way she started avoiding his gaze. Started keeping her eyes downcast a lot more. And it was nearly imperceptible to everyone else, anyone who she hadn’t allowed to see that vulnerable side of her--but the more it went on, the more Bill didn’t know how he never noticed it before. It was glaringly obvious to him now.

Sometimes it would be from the moment she woke up, if she didn’t sleep well or if he was a bit rough the night before. Sometimes it took awhile to set in, maybe some time after breakfast, if she had a lot on her mind and stresses with work. Sometimes it happened when they were out, if she really just wasn’t feeling up to it anymore, too many people and too much noise and too much stimulation. The thing with tiger getting small is that it happened when she was feeling really good--and that was always nice, because she was small for him but she was basking in it and enjoying it--and sometimes it happened when she wasn’t doing too well, and that was harder because she was fussy and needed a lot more comfort from him--and usually, a lot faster. When Bill caught it, he needed to act quickly, fix it for her fast--because thats what she trusted him with. That’s why she trusted him so much. Because he always fixed it, and fixed it fast.

Sometimes fixing it--if she wasn’t doing so well--meant removing her from whatever it was that had started her spiralling. Too noisy, too much stimulation? Bill takes her to a quiet corner to help her get sorted out. Too much on her mind in general, with obligations when all she wanted was a quiet day at home with him? Bill sticks to her, really glues himself to her side, showering her with a lot of affection and contact just to get her through it. Sometimes the fix takes 10 minutes and she’s okay enough to continue, sometimes he needs to end a night or a social outing early so he can go home and get her right again, for however long that takes. Sometimes it’s just a few gentle touches, a deep kiss or two, some steady breathing, and she’s okay. Sometimes it’s getting her on her knees if he can, if they’re somewhere private enough, and giving her his thumb for a few minutes until her head clears. Sometimes it’s carting her home and figuring it out--if she needs closeness with him, if she needs someone to be stern with her, take control back from her, if she just needs a bubble bath and lots of gentle touching. He’s getting way better at figuring it out quicker.

But listen, when he’s away? Oof. He doesn’t have any of the tools he usually needs. He can’t touch her, he can’t crowd her space, he can’t stop her if she tries to run (which is still her instinct, sometimes.) She’s been dealing with a lot--on her own, because he’s gone--and not that she’s really mentioned the depth of any of it, but one night he prods a little deeper because she really doesn’t sound right. She hasn’t sounded right for a few days, but he wants give her space to bring it up on her own. When she doesn’t, he steps in. Drags it out of her. 

And maybe, you know, maybe Bill has only been managing a phone call here or there while he’s away, but when she started to not sound too good, then he made a point to check in with her every day. And when she came clean with a lot of what was happening--just overall life stresses, he turned the phone call into a FaceTime every day. Because tiger can say a lot--man the girl can lie through her teeth--but her face gives her away. Every time. And Bill just feels that he’ll get a better hold of the situation, be able to support her better, if he sees her--so he can get a gauge on how she’s REALLY doing instead of her telling him.

And he knows the second it happens. The second she answers the video call and he sees her face--he can tell. She’s small. She’s small as shit, and it’s probably not one of those good, basking feelings. Her greeting to him is meek, a little muffled because her fingers are picking at her lip--and every once in awhile she’s biting the pad of one, and Bill knows she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Doesn’t even realize that when she wants comfort, the first thing she does is inadvertently try to soothe her oral fixation in some way--usually it’s his thumb, but in absence of that, she’ll nip and chew on her own totally subconsciously. She glanced at his eyes once and that was about it, instead keeping her gaze just slightly downcast or avoiding the screen completely. I like that concept too--maybe she’s so small and so overwhelmed that her eyes are just sort of darting everywhere a little nervously, even though she’s at home. Bill has to grab her attention first, and then work to keep it on him and only him. It’s a lot easier to do, y’know, in person, because he can be physical about it. But the poor kid, she just looks so small and so distressed and his heart breaks.

“Hi sweet girl,” he purrs, and oh the nickname is done very purposely, “Did you have a good day?”

She shrugs a shoulder, keeps her eyes down.

“Fine I guess,” she mumbles, picks at her lips some more.

“Eyes up, kid,” he orders but he keeps it soft, “I can’t hear you through the hand you’re trying to eat.”

She lowers her hand from her mouth and huffs, meeting his eyes hesitantly.

“Hey there,” he smiles warmly at her, “Thanks. Did you go out anywhere today?” 

He’ll try to get her talking a bit, see if she’ll open up.

“No, just work and home,” she mumbles. 

”Can I tell you about my day?” he asks. And he’s not doing it so he can bore her with all the details, he’s not doing it to be self-absorbed. He’s doing it because he knows that the sound of his voice helps her break out of it, and right now, his voice is basically the only tool he has. So he waits, and then she gives a small nod so he starts. Just gives a recount of his day, tells her some funny stories from set, what the location is like, the funny costumes they have him in. He’ll only take a few minutes, try to gauge her reaction as she listens to him, but her eyes are still kind of skirting everywhere. He tries not to sigh because she’ll hear it, and he doesn’t want her to think he’s exasperated with her. It tends to be where her mind goes when she’s like this. He wraps it up when she starts to fidget again, but throws in something to catch her attention.

“I wish I could be there, taking care of you,” he murmurs, and her eyes gradually flit to the screen, “Cooking for you and napping on the couch, braiding your hair, just holding you.”

He thinks he hears a sniffle, but her eyes are wide and she’s looking at him and biting her lip.

“Have you been like this all day, kid?” he asks gently.

“Like what?” she snaps. Oh, dear. She’s been like this a few days then.

“Small like this,” he’s keeping his tone so, so gentle.

“I’m not...I’m..” she huffs in frustration, scrubbing a hand down her face, “It’s just a bad mood, Bill.”

“Okay,” he yields, totally unconvinced, “Can I help?”

“Yeah, oh sure,” she says sarcastically, “Why don’t you just charter a plane back here, moneybags? Then you can--”

“Tiger,” he says harshly, and oh man--she shuts up. Immediately. But more than that--Bill sees her melt a little, sees her shoulders relax, sees her chest deflate with a big sigh. 

“Watch it, kid,” he warns, pointing a finger at the screen.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, looking every bit back to being demure.

But now, at least--that power dynamic is re-established. Now Bill is back in control, and she recognizes that, and now he can start to help. Because she challenged him and lost--the way she needed to. Now she’ll let him help. 

“I’m gonna fix this for you tiger,” he murmurs, his tone soft again, “Let’s get you feeling better.”

She nods slightly, and he smiles.

“Go put the kettle on, kid. Get your favourite mug down,” he tells her, and she stands immediately and starts walking.

“Hey hey, take me with you!” he says, laughing. She runs back and grabs her phone, then heads to the kitchen to do as he says.

She heads down the hall and it’s only then that Bill realizes that she’s in his place, and not her own. The poor kid. She must have really been struggling.

“Pick a tea. One without caffeine--you’re jittery enough. A rooibos might be nice--that’s what I’m having. See?” he lifts a mug to the screen and her mouth quirks up in the smallest of smiles. She fills the kettle and plops a teabag in the mug.

“Now go get one of my sweaters,” he tells her, “Show me the closet once you’re there.”

She walks into his room and shows him the closet, and he squints at the screen.

“The blue one--no, not that one. No--yes! the one with the stripes,” he says, “I wore that one but didn’t wash it yet. Put it on, kid.”

She puts the phone down and pulls her shirt off--and Bill gives her a wolfish whistle--before pulling his on.

“Good girl,” he purrs, “My god, what I wouldn’t give to hug you right now, tiger. Just wrap you all up in my arms and never let you go. Wouldn’t that be nice?

She’s got those wide eyes again, but at least she’s looking significantly less stressed out the more he talks to her and tells her what to do.

“Yes,” she mumbles.

“It would be,” he agrees, “But you’re okay, kid. We’ll get through this together, get you feeling good again. Okay?”

Tiger just nods a little, and Bill smiles.

“My sweet girl is in there somewhere. We’ll get her out,” he murmurs, “Go pour your tea.”

She putters to the kitchen and pours the kettle, warming her hands on the mug for a second. Bill just watches her for a second, takes in her face, the way she’s standing, reading her body language. It’s getting better, and he knows her mind is clearing up a bit. It’s not ideal, he could be way faster and way more effective in person, but this will have to do.

“Your hot water bottle is under the sink,” he pipes up after a moment, “Fill that up.”

She runs the faucet, and he gets another idea.

“How’re you doing on that book?” he asks, “I think you started it when I left--I can’t remember the name.”

She tells him the name and author, and he nods.

“Oh, right right,” he says, “Any good?”

“Yeah,” she says, “It’s not the type I would typically go for but it’s pretty good. I’m about halfway through, I read a bit of it every night before bed.”

Once her hot water bottle is filedl she looks to him for further instructions, and he thinks thats a pretty good sign. She’s much more relaxed.

“Come on,” he says, “Let’s go cuddle on the couch.”

She smiles, but it’s a little sad.

“It’s not the same as having you here,” she mumbles.

“I know, kid. But say the word, and I’ll send you a ticket to me,” he says, and she knows he means it. He offers every time.

She shakes her head slowly.

“I’m okay,” she mumbles, “It’s just a rough few days.”

“Any time you change your mind. You know that,” he tells her, “Now, what page of the book are you on?”

She reaches over and checks.

“156.”

“Got it, hang on...” she hears various clicking noises as he focuses on something else on his screen,  “Alright, 156. Put your feet up. Are you comfy?”

“Yes...” she stares at him confused.

“Are you warm?” he asks, “Are you hungry?”

“Yes I’m warm, and no I’m not hungry. I ate already,” she smiles, “What are you doing?”

“Reading to you. Here we go,” he says. And then he just spends his evening reading to her. He’s wrapped for the day and he has an early call time tomorrow, but all that matters right now is her. Making sure she’s okay. He reads to her and that velvety smooth voice just takes every ounce of stress away, she can concentrate on something other than the horrid feelings of the past few days. He reads to her until she dozes off, right there on his couch, snuggled in his shirt.

And then--dreamy sigh, good dude Bill--he knows that if she wakes up and he’s not there, if he’s gone from her screen and she’s cold and alone and maybe thought it was a dream--he knows it’ll just make her worse. So Good Dude Bill just leaves the FaceTime call up there on his screen as he putters about his apartment on location. Just so she can hear some background noise of him moving around--the way she would if he was really there with her. And just so if she wakes up, she’ll be able to see him--it’ll be less jarring for her.

She’s still knocked out by the time he’s ready for bed, so he tucks in but leaves the phone propped up on a pillow. And sure enough--in the wee hours of the night, he rouses from his sleep and hears her calling his name.

“Hi sweet girl,” he mumbles in his sleepy rasp, “You woke up?”

“Yeah, I...why are you still on the call?” she asks, confused. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and stands.

“So we could go to bed together,” he says, “Go put me on the pillow and brush your teeth. I’ll wait for you there.”

She does, going into his bedroom to place the screen on the pillow and then going to brush her teeth, wash her face. He finally sees her climb into bed, still in his shirt.

“Goodnight, tiger,” he leans forward and kisses the screen noisily and she laughs, “I love you.”

“Goodnight,” she laughs, leaning forward to kiss the screen too, “I love you too.”

But he doesn’t make a move to end the call, and neither does she. And hearing the sheets rustle when he moved, hearing his soft snores as he slept, gave her more comfort than she was able to find in the last few days.

[springday-aus]

Disney Prince!AU with Wonho [Hoseok]

★ Wonho [Lee Hoseok] as Disney’s Hercules ★

moodboard link 

Group: Monsta X

Member: Lee Wonho / Hoseok

Genre: fluff, romance

part of the Disney Prince series 

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: 1.9k

born a demigod

son of Zeus and a mortal mother

he absolutely adores his mother

he’s not ashamed to say he’s a mama’s boy

on the other hand, he doesn’t really like to talk about his father

especially since he has these powers

the power of physical strength….

he’s not sure if they’re a good thing or a bad thing

like, sure he likes that he can help the elders carry stuff

you know, like their animals when they’ve broken a leg

or moving their houses to more convenient places

the whole village loves him bc they literally saw him grow up as a kid

he turned out so well for someone without a father

don’t be fooled—he can literally physically crush you like a grape, but he’s literally the sweetest boy

anyways

he’s been living normally

despite the whole ability to rip off a 100 year old tree

and lift up a wall 

or a house

or a 200 pound horse 

his life has been fairly normal up until the incident

one day, when Hoseok was about 16 years old

a couple of kids were stuck underneath a rock

okay, an understatement

it was a huge ass boulder

anyways

these kids were stuck underneath and Hoseok lifted it to let the kids out

since that day, the elders called him Wonho

meaning a brave lion, the protector of the village

since that day, he’s been doing around helping others a bit more 

he started putting himself out there to help people 

it was small but these tasks got gradually bigger

it started from saving kids

to fighting against monsters

to saving the entire universe (but that’s another story)

next thing he knew the entire village was calling him a hero

there were statues made of his figure 

his face was slapped on e v e r y t h i n g 

the gods made a star alignment for his stature

he became one of the most famous faces

some just like to call him a Greek god that fell from the heavens

he still blushes every time someone calls him that

the ladies swoon the hardest when he’s on his Pegasus high in the sky

and the light shines oh so perfectly to emphasize his perfect, chiseled face

geez this man is very attractive and he doesn’t even know it

moving on

it’s important to remember that he did not get to this position alone

he was able to train with/under Hyunwoo

Wonho wanted to understand how he can be a better hero

to protect the ones he loves

and those in the community 

he is such a good boy, I want to cry

anyways

he heard about how Hyunwoo trains heroes the best so he made his way over and

here he is

even after completing his training, he continues to work on himself

so if he can’t sleep or when people don’t need help

he would be in the gymnasium to work out

or he’d be doing practice training in an abandoned field that Hyunwoo had set up

as he got older, all he really does is help people and train to be better at what he’s doing

since he’s been helping out, the chaos has decreased significantly and he finds himself wandering elsewhere for adventure

this is how he meets you 

I mean, you wouldn’t say you were in danger

but also, you were in the woods and you didn’t know this one all that well

and you may or may not have ended up messing with this lake monster that you def shouldn’t have been messing with

so there you are

in the middle of a lake

being held hostage by some

ugly troll ass, centaur thing

(tbh, you couldn’t really tell what he was, a river guardian???)

I literally mean held btw

you were literally in this creep’s hand bc he’s the size of a giant

so Wonho was walking around the forest with Pegasus, trying to find a new place and see if anyone needed his help

and very faintly he hears something from the distance

“if you don’t put me down, I swear to cut off your balls and rip off your—”

oo he didn’t wanna hear that

but he still rushes towards it

that’s when he spots you in this monster’s hand, struggling to get out

he slowly approaches you two

Wonho: “uh, excuse me? sir? could you, um, let them go?”

you speak up first, without taking two glances at him

You: “keep moving junior, I can handle this—have a nice day”

you flash him a sarcastic smile, hoping he’ll move along with his day

but he doesn’t 

instead his shoulders kind of drop for a second, slightly disheartened, but only for a second

because he stands up straighter and pulls out his sword

Wonho: “you might be too close to his situation—I’m sorry to do this without your consent, but I have to do my job”

before anyone can say anything else, Wonho dives in and does what he does best

he fights off the bad guy

next thing you knew, you fell into the water and it’s all a blur

you fished yourself out, trying to dry off

Wonho managed to punch the living daylights out of the river guardian so he was just passed out and drowning in the river

but who cares about him

after Wonho ensures he’s not dead, but unconscious

(and Pegasus does his little cheer for him)

he moves over to you

Wonho: “..... hey”

You: “hi”

Wonho: “are you okay?”

You: “after getting all the water out of my ears, I’ve decided that I’ve been better”

Wonho: “sorry… about that—it was kind of stupid, I should have thought that out better”

You: “you think?”

you eye him up and down as you try to dry off your shoes

You: “they give you a name with those rippling pectorals?”

Wonho flushes, laughing rather awkwardly

Wonho: “they call me Wonho, but you can just call me Hoseok…”

you look at him again

he turns into a deeper shade of red under your eyes

You: “I prefer Wonder Boy”

he lets out another small laugh

Wonho: “what’s—what’s your name?”

you give him yours, as you wring out the bottom of your shirt into the water

he repeats it, with a small smile on his face

Wonho: “soooo, how’d you get mixed up with the—”

you finish for him

You: “the pinhead with hooves?”

he lets a little laugh out

it’s kind of cute

You: “well, you know how men are, they think no means yes and get lost means take me, I’m yours”

you let out an airy laugh as Wonho stands there confused

You: “don’t worry about it, Wonder Boy, you’ll figure it out eventually”

you stand up, ignoring the water that continues to drip down

You: “well, Seok, thanks for the help, but I gotta bounce”

Wonho: “ah…”

he can’t really hide his disappointment: “where—where are you going?”

You: “oh, you know, here and there”

you flash a smile at him: “I’ll see you around”

Wonho: “how?”

You: “life has its ways… bye bye Wonder Boy”

you walk off and disappear into the woods

Wonho finds himself still looking off, even as your figure disappears

Pegasus huffs at him, almost mockingly at how mesmerized he is at your presence

he turns to Pegasus and points a finger at him, as if he’s scolding him

Wonho: “not a word”

he continues to go on and eventually stumbles into a little town

…. your little town :)

obviously he didn’t realize

until he saw you again about a week later

you were hanging around a fruit stand that belonged to your friend’s 

you looked just as beautiful as he remembers 

and less angry 

Wonho: “hey” :)

You: “Wonder Boy, back to me so soon, miss me that much?”

Wonho: “yeah, I did”

oh

you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward

You: “so, you’re just hanging around town?”

Wonho: “it’s kind of like that”

You: “I heard some hero killed the monstrous lion, I should’ve realized it was you Wonder Boy”

Wonho: “ahhh…”

he flushes once again, rubbing the back of his neck

Wonho: “I—I’m no hero”

You: “sure you are, just remember, you are in a new town, take a break while you can”

You: “I will warn you though, it’s hard to find pretty sights in this dump”

Wonho: “I don’t think it’ll be that hard…. not without a guide at least…”

you look at him with a raised eyebrow

Wonho: “tHAt’S iF yoU wANT…. yoU don’T hAVE TO….”

you let out a laugh as he continues to flush into a darker red

he’s a cute boy, might as well shoot your shot

you wave to your friend as a silent goodbye and slowly start to walk off

without looking behind you, you shout out

You: “you coming, Wonder Boy?”

Wonho snaps out of his daydream that’s right in front of him

Wonho: “yes ma’am”

and thus the start of a beautiful relationship

Disney Prince!Wonho is as wonderful as it sounds

he already adores the life out of you

and he basically worships the ground you walk on

(as if you were the one with Greek god genes)

you, on the other hand, think he’s like a little puppy

a puppy that can kill you with his strength 

but a puppy

he loves praise

he needs attention

he loves affection

he’s basically a soft, gigantic puppy

this view kind of changed when you saw him in action

I mean you did see him in action that one time

but his life wasn’t really in danger

and lowkey he looks hot fighting

but like….

when he killed the Stymphalian Birds…

when he captured the cattle of Geryon….

I guess you kind of drew the line when you saw Cerberus on your front lawn

(he’s absolutely more adorable than people said, but it is still a three headed giant dog)

you were just concerned for him and the danger he was putting himself in

and Wonho kind of ate that shit up

but he did console you

he became a lot more careful to consider your feelings

that did mean more official training with Hyunwoo

but anything to make you happy

anyways

most of the time,  he stays to help the village

the elderly and kiddos there have grown to love him

I mean what’s not to love but

anyways

sometimes he does have to travel a bit farther for the king or something

but he always brings back some type of souvenir for you

he loves to spoil you

when he went to the Amazon, you got the most gorgeous flowers

another time, he brought some golden apples for you

he says it’s to make up the time away from you

and your heart absolutely melted

his presence makes up for it

he’s great okay

anyways

so you know how Pegasus is like his sidekick?

you two bonded 

he’s not sure how but 

Wonho loves that you and Pegasus get along

but y’all bonded a bit too much 

like you two won’t say anything but it’ll be on your faces when you’re judging him

moving on

you haven’t stopped calling him Wonder Boy

some days he prefers it

others, he prefers it when you call him Seok

so, affection 

this man needs it

whenever he’s in the same space as you

he’s like touch

it’s not like you’re gonna reject it

even if you roll your eyes, you always run into his arms

when he gets back from his trips

he doesn’t let you go for days

**cue you two waddling around because he’s backhugging you**

humor—while most of yours is dry

he still laughs and goes with it

he tells jokes unknowingly

like some of the stuff he says is ridiculous

and you just burst out laughing

you two are just very attuned with one another

very harmonious

very cute

Wonho: “when I’m with you, I don’t feel so alone”

You: “good thing you’re stuck with me then”

Wonho: “I wouldn’t have it any other way”

[welcome-my-sunflower-blog]

heliotropism (prologue 1)

☼ Pairing: Stray Kids x fem!Reader (possible 9 routes??)

☼ Genre: angel au!, romance, mystery

☼ Warning: some violence, possible trigger warnings (?)

☼ Word Count: 4.2k

☼ PART TWO | PART THREE

☼ Summary: 

You finally got into the angel academy to keep a promise you had to uphold no matter what - however with your dyed and uneven wings, tough demeanor, and broken soul, you find yourself in the lowest of color ranks and surrounded by angels that can’t seem to leave you alone. One day out of the blue, you find a letter with your name on it and discover that someone knows the reasons why the real color of your wings aren’t like everyone else’s. And in order to uncover the truths about yourself, you have to find the person writing the letters; even if it means discovering things that could risk your life.

☼ Reader’s note: hello there! any pictures, gifs and vectors used in this story do not belong to me and all credits go towards their rightful owners! i hope you guys will like reading it and if you have any questions or comments, please let me know! this series might be a tad bit long and nine routes are a lot so hopefully we’ll get through it together! thank you for taking your time to read this!

 [ prologue; part one ]

“Whoa, do you see that girl’s wings?” Jisung nudged Hyunjin who was fidgeting nervously as they were commanded by their captains to stand in line formation for orientation. The two of them glanced at you standing with the other new female angels and the thing that caught their attention was the fact that your left wing was missing a good bottom chunk of it. Other angels were staring at you as well; some with the same curiosity and intrigment as the two boys while others were disgusted. Out of all the other females, you had these weirdly dyed feathers that stood out from the usual pure white or silver gray; the top ombred down from raven black, chestnut brown, smoky gray to icy blue. Of course, your left wing stopped at the end of brown and beginning of gray.

 “Yeah, but we shouldn’t stare. It’s none of our business.” Hyunjin whispered under his breath when your eyes briefly met his and looked away. They were as soulless as your appearance deemed to be and he wasn’t even sure if this was an angel he was looking at; angels were supposed to be full of life and luster. All he could see from you was just darkness.

 The captains that were starting their orientation speeches in turns also took notice of the rebellious state of your wings; but they mainly focused their attention on the other new freshmen that seemed to have trouble paying attention. One of the captains, Chan, sighed to himself when Woojin started scolding them for their lack of attentiveness and glanced at you once to know that this year was going to be filled with turn of events. 

  As dreary as it seemed, Chan was kind of glad inside to be seeing some change once in a while in that place; the number of freshmen he’d seen since he became captain carried themselves almost in the same way as one another. They were angels, yes, and they were suppose to radiate and shine like the pure souls they were, however it meant that they also carried the most darkness in their hearts unlike demons. Demons didn't have to hide their darkness, they were an open book that bled rage, torture and evil.

 The darkness inside of you seemed to have seeped through the cracks of the walls around your heart and crumbled it down; it was now overflowing and consuming you from the inside out. You wore the wings, but your heart wasn’t an angel’s and it was obvious from your appearance; the huge downside of it was that it was basically an exposed weakness that others could peck and pick at. It made you an outcast and of course outcasts weren’t tolerated within the orderly norm.

 “Each of you have been assigned a dorm room. If you look in the orientation folder we’re handing out to you, you’ll find it inside.” Woojin explained with a firm tone as he had the present Lieutenants pass out white folders to the freshmen. “They’re color coordinated and each of them tells you which dorm you’ll be living in. Based on the entrance test that each of you were given before coming here, it’ll determine which class you guys will be in as well. Gold means you excelled our expectations, silver means you’re close but not close enough, bronze means you’re decent and average but need improvement, and red means you sucked a lot and you will struggle if you don't put effort. Once you get your folder, you can pull out your cards.”

 “Aw man… I did that badly?” Jisung muttered disappointedly when he pulled out a crimson card despite anticipating it to be at least a silver. “Damn... what about you Hyun-oh hey! You did just as bad!”

 Hyunjin rolled his eyes and gave his friend a stink eye when he also pulled out a crimson card with the same room number as him. They ended up as roommates only because they were literally the only angels to get crimson cards; there was maybe one or two gold cards, a handful of silver and a bunch of bronze, which made up the majority of the female angels.

 Someone in the room gasped and most of the freshman started whispering to one another when you pulled out your card. You eyed the pitch black color and saw no room number or anything on it; it was just a solid black card. The female angels who were near you stepped away and you just held it in your hands.

 “Captain! Black isn’t one of the colors you mentions.” One of the male angels raised their hands and Woojin sent him a glare that said ‘shut up’ before approaching you.

 “Come with me.” He said gruffly before seriously walking away, leaving Chan to wrap up the orientation so that the Lieutenants and RAs could lead them to the dorms. You hesitantly put away the card and followed him past a double door that lead into a very tall hallway. The height of the walls made you anxious as you dragged your feet after Woojin who entered another room, holding the door open for you. “Have a seat.”

 You just nodded slightly before slowly sitting down on one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. There was a thick glass name plate on top of the surface that spelled out “Kim Woojin; Gold-Silver Captain and Division 2 leader”; it seemed pretty heavy and could be used as a blunt weapon in case needed to, which you weren’t definitely thinking you had to, but it was an option in case it came to defending yourself. Woojin didn't seem like he would hurt you but it was obvious that he was looking at you as if you were a threat.

 “You’re lucky,” he muttered as he pulled up your file on his glass monitor; you could clearly see what was written about you and the information the academy had, however it was all backwards so you didn't even bother reading it. You knew how you did on the entrance test - it wasn’t a surprise that there weren’t any good things about you in their system. “-only one person in angel history has ever gotten a black card and that angel is no longer in commission. If you can’t tell, I’m being sarcastic by the way so don't expect any good news out of this.”

 “I’m not.” You bluntly replied and Woojin was slightly impressed with your stoic attitude before scanning your results to see only one sentence that summed it up.

 “So you were pulled out of the entrance test because of the condition of your wings. An angel that can’t fly. Not something we see every day.” The timber-gray winged captain observed your appearance and crossed his arms in amusement. “You’re not like the other freshmen in that room. You’ve been an angel quite longer than they have from what I can tell. Is that correct?”

 “A year.”

 “Why did you decide to join the academy now?”

 “I made a promise to someone.” You were in a predicament, something that was out of your hands and something that was threatening to your existence; you had the choice to tell someone, to get help, but you decided to not say anything. The less others knew about the horrors you had to endure for that whole year on the other side of those walls, the high chances of you getting through the next four years without the detection of the nightmares that were chasing you.

 “Angels like you who join too late don't ever make it. You realize that, right?” Woojin arched a brow in confusion since this was the first time he ever heard of an angel joining because of a mere promise. 

  He could immediately tell there was much more to you than meets the eye and for you to join the academy instead of continuing to be a civilian angel said a lot; civilian angels had the benefits of seeing their deceased family members again and to live with them to gradually build credit in order to reincarnate, and it was honestly the better option than being a soldier. Training to be a soldier was the fast-track way of getting out of there and being reborn again, however it wasn’t exactly ideal and was gruesome because of how easy angels could become corrupt and turn on one another within these walls.

 “I’m well aware of that, Captain.” You responded with a firm nod and he sighed; there was no use trying to persuade you to turn your back while you had the chance even if he kept it up. You weren’t leaving and Woojin could see that determination reflect in your eyes despite the lack of emotions in them earlier.

 “You’re a tough cookie. I can see you’ll be able to make it to red, but from the condition of your wings, it’ll be tough. Very tough. We can take care of it for you here with our advance medicine if you would like. The healing process will be long though and it will be a while before you can fly normally depending on how resilient you are. But it’ll be painful. Would you like to do that? I want to give you all the options I can give you before I let you loose.”

 “No. I don't want it.” You quickly shook your head to Woojin surprise; most angels who had uneven wings (injured or borned like that) would hesitate before deciding. Healing meant going through painful, agonizing hours of slow regeneration and leaving it meant almost no hope of being able to fly properly without assistance. He had seen a handful of angels who refused and suffered greatly before finally agreeing to the process.

 “Alright. If you ever think about it though, the option is still open. Now, we have to talk about the appearance of your wings. Dyed feathers are prohibited here.”

 “They’re permanent.”

 “The board doesn’t care.” Woojin sighed at your stubbornness and eyed the colors on your feathers; the colors were vibrant and whoever dyed it was very skilled. The ombre effect was beautifully presented and he could even see the beauty and significance in the colors and technique you chose - however it didn't change the fact that it wasn’t appropriate for soldiers. He couldn’t even tell what the real color of your wings were, but if he had to imagine, he could see you in a stunning silver; it would’ve definitely brighten up your dulled complexions and made you seem...more lively in angel terms.

 “I can’t take them off… If you force me too, then I’d rather you chop my wings off.” You bit the bottom of your lips and tightened your fists until they were pale white. The more the two of you talked about your wings, the more nervous and anxious you became; you knew it was going to be an issue, but there was no way you could reveal the real colors of your wings; it didn't made sense compared to the other colors you’d seen.

 “Okay, we are not resorting to that,” Woojin immediately frowned, uneasy about the thought of having to confiscate any angel’s wings; that was basically death for them. “-can’t you dye it to another color? Maybe silver?”

 “I chose these colors because they’re symbolic… but if it’s the determining factor whether or not I get to stay then fine. I’ll dye it. Is that all that we need to cover?” You really didn't like the fact that you had to dye your feathers again since you were actually pretty attached to it, but you staying in the academy was more important.

 “One more. I promise I won’t keep you long. Since you are the only angel in this academy with a black card, you’ll be staying in the red dorm. You’ll have your own dorm to yourself, which is actually a nice benefit, and you’ll be attending the same classes as the red cards. However, because you are still a black card, you have to meet with me or Chan, our other Captain, every month for an update session and at the end of the four cycles, you’ll have to go through a trial to determine your eligibility to rank up to red. You’ll be assigned to a Lieutenant that will do one-on-one sessions with you in flying simulations every week until you get out of black. Once you’re a red, you’ll have more room to breathe and a little more freedom to work with.” Woojin explained and gave you a small pager. “This will remind you of your sessions and give you warnings when each cycle ends. Any questions? If not, you are free to leave. My Lieutenant is waiting outside to escort you to the red dorm.”

 “Not that I can find answers to myself.” You responded and took the pager, stuffing it into your bomber jacket pocket before standing up. Woojin just gave you a nod before starting on the paperworks he needed to finish. You walked to the door and opened it to find a handsome, brown-haired angel leaning his back against the wall in front of the door.  He looked up from his phone and immediately gave you a smile, which confused you.

 “And here I thought I met all the beautiful angels already,” Woojin’s Lieutenant chuckled as he held out his hand for you to shake. “-I’m Minho. But everyone calls me Lee Know. You are…?”

 “Out of your league,” Woojin raised his voice from inside his office, making Minho pout. “-stop flirting with her and get her to her dorm!”

 “Miss. Out-of-my-league. That’s perfect.” Minho grinned at you as you started to worry about whether or not you were going to be in good hands with this dude or not; he seemed… kind of too carefree.

 “It’s Y/N…” You muttered as Minho started leading you out of the offices of the Captains and Lieutenants into another building.

 “I think I like Miss. Out-of-my-league a little better. But you do have a beautiful name. I won’t forget it, don't worry.” Minho chuckled and a couple resident angels started giving you weird looks as the two of you were walking to the red dorm; their gazes burned into your skin as you dodged their eyes. The gray spotted winged Lieutenant slowed his pace down and walked beside you, sending threatening glares to anyone who looked your way and smiled at the successful outcome. He noticed your shoulders kind of relax just a tad bit when angels started to look away from you and it made him feel a bit sad.

 Aside from the condition of your wings and all, you were honestly a good-looking angel; maybe a bit on the ordinary side but where they were, ordinary was actually really good. The female angels Minho knew and noticed on campus loved to stick out somehow as long as they didn't change the appearance of their wings and he was tired of the different views but the same personalities; either they were too gruff and rough for him or they were too easy to manipulate and were too demanding. He saw few quiet, shy and reserved female angels like you and even if he did try to approach them, they stayed far away from him and made their presence very little. You, on the other hand, had an impressing presence and you were a closed book that Minho couldn’t read because he had no idea what genre you were.

 “Well, we’re here, sadly… I didn't want our walk to end and I enjoyed our conversations,” Minho joked even though you seemed unamused by it and grinned happily. “-I hope I get assigned to do flying lessons one-on-one with you.”

 “Uh… Is that a good idea?” You kind of frowned, not really sure if you wanted Minho to be your flying trainer; as optimistic and flirty as the dude was, you were slightly uncomfortable with how bold he was.

 “Of course! I’m way better than Changbin and those other Lieutenants. If you ask me, they all suck and Changbin is the worse. He won’t even talk to you. He’ll just grunt and make hand motions like a crazy person like this.” He moved his hands around weirdly and you found yourself suddenly unappealed at the thought of having any of these two be your flying trainer; he didn't specify why the other unnamed Lieutenants sucked, probably because he was just boosting his own ego, but they seemed like a better choice.

 “Right… Anyways, um.. thanks for showing me the way.” You glanced at the interior of the red dorm’s lobby and gave Minho a brief wave before walking up to the front desk. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand, making you stop in your tracks. “Watch it!” Feeling confusion and shock, you yanked your hand away from him and he gave you a guilty expression.

 “S-Sorry… I didn't mean to grab you like that.”

 “It’s fine. I don't like people touching me… What do you need?” You held your wrist in your other hand and Minho shifted sheepishly in his feet before giving you an apologetic look.

 “Don't listen to what other angels say. Don't worry about what they think. They’re just a bunch of egotistical, petty narcissists that think they are better than everyone. If anything happens, you can talk to me. I may not look like it, but I know a thing or two about standing out.”

 “Uh, I’m pretty sure your definition of ‘standing out’ is different from my definition of ‘standing out’,” You muttered in a slight sense of disbelief at the sudden reassurance. “-but thanks, I guess? I’ll keep that in mind if I need it.”

 “You’d be surprised.” Minho chuckled softly and was about to ruffle the top of your head, when he froze and pulled his hand back. “Sorry… force of habit.”

 “It’s okay. I um… appreciate the thought. Thanks again, Minho.” You tried your best to force a smile, as awkward and uncomfortable as it was; he knew it wasn’t your normal smile and that it was pretty darn awkward as well, but it was a start. You tried and he appreciated that. You weren’t as bad as he thought you were from what he heard; gossips were just gossips and the you who was standing in front of him was definitely far from what they said.

.

.

 “Black card girl.” A white-gray winged angel at the front desk greeted you with an amused chuckle as he slightly leaned forward to get a good look at you. You tensed up as he stared at your eyes and then at your wings before smirking. He pulled away and spread out his wings as if to let you know this was how you could identify him. This boy’s wings were mostly white, but there were tints of gray here and here; what surprised you was the length of them. His left one was slightly shorter than the other one, but it didn't seem like it was because of an injury. “I didn't get hurt or anything, if that’s what you’re wondering. My name is Seungmin, by the way. I’m the RA for this dorm.”

 “Y/N…” You nodded slightly and frowned in confusion; what did he mean by he didn't get hurt? Unless-

 “I was born like this,” Seungmin chuckled and stepped away from the desk to stand in front of you; okay, he was slightly taller than Minho, however this boy did have a nice decent set of calves. He probably ran more than he flew, which made sense since his wings were uneven. “-that’s why I’m a Red. Been training for months and you could say I’ve been improving, but it’s better than being in pain all day from regeneration.”

 “You...didn't have to tell me all that. I’m not naturally a nosy person.”

 Seungmin just shrugged, not minding that he told you more than he needed to about himself. He suddenly felt an unnecessary amount of eyes watching the two of you, more specifically just you, and looked up to see several Reds observing you from the second and third floor balconies. You followed his gaze, finally noticing the handful of angels watching you from above. Two of them you recognized to be the two freshmen boys that received Red cards themselves and when you made eye contact with the one with multiple piercings, he quickly turned away with his friend following him.

 “What’re you guys looking at, huh? If you guys don't mind your own businesses, I might have all of you do cleaning duty. I’ll make sure this place is nice and sparkly.” Seungmin just grinned almost threateningly as most of the angels scattered in fear of the danger behind his smile. However, there were some that continued to glare at you, even as they slowly grouped together before walking away from the balcony. “Don't mind them. They’re just not used to sharing the space.”

 “Because I’m different from them.” You muttered, glancing at your intimidating wings before Seungmin just laughed. He shook his head and motioned for you to follow him up the stairs.

 “You’re not different. It doesn’t seem like it, but they’re threatened by you. They’re scared because you’re tough and you have bad ass wings. You’re safe here as long as I’m around, so don't feel as if you need to look behind your shoulders all the time.” The RA led you down a hallway on the third floor and there were some angels conversing and chilling there until they saw you. They immediately went quiet and you could feel your stomach twisting in an odd way as you started to get anxious; however, they didn't do anything. They went back to talking as if nothing happened and it felt like a weight was somewhat lifted off your shoulders.

 “And here’s your room. It’s all yours and you’re welcome to decorate it however you like.” Seungmin grinned as the two of you stopped at room 3-T. He motioned for you to open your hands and you hesitated before doing so and feeling a pair of keys dropped into your palms. “Be wise on how you use your spare. Most RAs, for example the Gold RAs, only give newbies one key and charge for the second. I’m pretty nice so I give two freebies and I charge for any replacements. If you need anything fixed or if anything breaks, I’m in room 2-G. We don't have a curfew on what time everyone needs to be in bed by, however nobody is allowed to leave the dorm from midnight to five in the morning without a proper excuse.”

 “Why?” You frowned and examined the keys, feeling as if they were kind of missing something; you weren’t too good about remembering where things are so if these keys didn't stand out, you would easily misplace them. It was nice of Seungmin to provide a spare with the original key, however you wouldn’t be surprised if they were both gone by the end of the month - and taking into account of where you were and the impression you left of the other angels, it was probably not safe to just misplace or leave your things around. There had to be a way for you to make it easier to remember where things were.

 “I’ll leave that up for you to find out. I gotta go to a meeting for the RAs and it’s mandatory, so our mini tour ends here. If you want a full one to get a feel of the place, you should probably ask one of the residents or just look around yourself. As long as you know where the lobby and the nearest stairs are, you’ll be fine.” Seungmin glanced at his phone when he realized what time it was and gave you a thumbs up. “You’ll fit in just fine here, new girl. I’ll catch you around.”

 Once your RA hurriedly left, you looked down at the pair of keys one more time before inserting one of them into the keyhole. The door opened and you were about to walk in when you heard a struggle behind you from your neighbors in the room across yours. When you turned around, the door opened and someone came stumbling out, saying something incoherent before crashing into you.

 “Whoops…?” Jisung’s eyes widened when he watched the entire scene unfold as you were crushed under a groaning Hyunjin who was wondering what the heck he landed on. His air headed blonde roommate covered his mouth in shock as the two of you finally got the gears in your heads working.

 Your eyes widened when you felt feathers in your face and a heavy weight pinning you down onto the floor. Your own wings, almost seeming as if they sensed some sort of danger, started nervously flapping and tried to get free until the heavy weight on top of you gasped before cursing at Jisung.

 “My bad, dude...”

 Hyunjin growled in annoyance as he had trouble getting himself off you since his wings were kind of too big for your doorway. You yelped when his wing hit you in the face and you landed backwards when trying to sit up. He froze and slowly turned around as much as he could to see you holding your bleeding nose.

 “Oh my god.”

 “A bit of help please?” You winced as you pinched your nose to prevent the blood from just streaming out while Jisung and Hyunjin stared at you with wide eyes as if you had grown two heads.

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[to be continued in prologue; part two]

|Angel Index;| just some extra information/fun facts~

Ranking color orders: Gold, Silver, Bronze, Red, (Black)

Superiority ranking: Captain, Lieutenant, RAs, Residents, Freshmen

|Your to-do list;| for funsies~

check out your pager

look through the freshmen packet (pft, maybe if you get bored that is)

find something to decorate your dorm keys

get a calendar to mark important dates (such as the end-cycle trial, flying lessons, assignments, etc)

explore? (depending on your mood)

|Both will be updated throughout the story (if i remember ^^;)|

[the-quiet-winds]

Changing Like the Tides

a new oneshot by @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts and i! woo! this was originally a joke between us, and then we settled in to write it and it went a very different direction.

[12am edit: thank god for scheduled posts]

not much else to say but enjoy!

“girls night” sounded like a good idea to katherine until jane ordered her first cocktail, when she realized her mum hadn’t had a drink more than a glass of sweet wine in...how many years? 

but she hasn’t realized that yet. “cheers, mum,” katherine says, raising her own drink.

“cheers, kat,” jane smiles, clinking their glasses together. “it’s so nice to get some us time, you know? we’re always so busy on tour these days.”

she takes a sip of her drink through the straw. the slight face of shock jane made at the strength of it really should have tipped katherine off to how the evening was going to go, but instead she brushed it off.

they talk as they sip their drinks, jane’s voice gradually rising in volume as she finishes. then asks for another drink. katherine probably should have stopped her, but she really didn’t think about it in the moment. it wasn’t until jane finished her second drink, already in a heavily tipsy haze, that katherine made the connection of the strength of the alcohol and her generally sober mother.

“shall i get us another one?” jane asks brightly, voice slurring just enough to worry katherine. she shakes her head.

“it’s okay, mum, I think I’ve had enough.” what she really meant was ‘I think you’ve had enough’, but katherine didn’t want to offend jane or anything like that.

“suit yourself!” jane says with a bubbly giggle, then orders herself another. by the end of her third, everything is more than hazy, but she can see her beautiful daughter’s face in front of her. “oh my darling kat,” she murmurs with a watery smile. “how much your mum loves you.” then, even in the dark of the bar, it’s obvious that there are tears on jane’s cheeks.

katherine shifts slightly uncomfortably, noticing the tear tracks on jane’s cheeks. “i love you too, mum.” she glances around once before looking back to jane. “um, do you think it might be time to head back? I mean, it’s getting late.”

that much was true, although they’d specifically chosen this night to be a girl’s night because they didn’t have a show the next day, so in theory they could stay out as long as they wanted. in practice, however, katherine would rather get jane back home considering the emotional state she was in.

“no not at all!” jane protests, wiping at her eyes. “your old mum is breaking up the fun. this night is for you.” jane puts a hand on katherine’s. “you, my lovely daughter.”

despite the situation, katherine can’t help but smile at jane’s words; even now, the reassurance that jane really did love her and considered her to be her daughter made katherine feel overwhelmed with love. she decides to drop it for the moment and just enjoy the moment with her mum.

“can we get some snacks or something?” she asks jane, who smiles.

“of course, darling.”

when katherine requested snacks, she didn’t expect nachos, pretzels, sliders, and a cheese plate to materialize before them. but they did. and, unfortunately, so did a fourth drink for jane. katherine is still incredibly sober, nights with the other queens made sure of that, but as jane finishes her fourth cocktail, the sad-drunk comes out again. she grabs kat’s hand and doesn’t let go. “have i ever told you,” jane starts, words slurred and eyes slightly lidded, “how proud i am of you? every night you just go onstage and and...” she makes a slow sort of punching movement. “i love watching you sing and dance...you make your ol’ mum so proud...” there are tears in jane’s eyes again, yet they stay there.

“mum, i know,” katherine says awkwardly. “i love watching you perform too.” she pauses for a second, before continuing. “mum, are you okay?”

“of course i am, kitty-kat,” jane laughs a little bit too hard. “i’m with you! how could I ever be anything less than okay when i’m with my wonderful, perfect girl?” she smiles, but a second later she’s sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“mum, maybe we should go,” katherine says, trying to ignore the rush of affection at jane’s words. “i think you’re a little drunk.”

“me? drunk? psh,” jane laughs again, but then the tears return. “i just can’t stop thinking about how much i love you, kat. how happy you make me every single day.” she leans over to the young couple next to them, two women, somewhere between kat and jane’s age. “this is my daughter,” she slurs. “she’s perfect in every way.”

“sorry,” katherine mouthes silently at the two slightly startled women. she takes jane’s arm and gently pulls until jane’s sitting upright again, but jane stands up on her unsteady legs with a broad smile.

“excuse me,” she says to an older woman who happens to be passing by. “have you met my sweet perfect angel daughter?”

“mum!” katherine says more insistently. “i really think it’s time for us to head home!”

jane, in her boozy delusional fog, thinks she realizes what’s going on and it makes her wants to cry again. she throws a fifty on the table, not even caring about change, and drags katherine out of the bar with an unsettling degree of toughness. “are you ashamed of your mum? is that it?” she hisses once they’re outside. “don’t want to be seen in public with my mum!” jane says in a mocking falsetto.

“no, of course not!” katherine gasps, half indignant and half upset by the accusation. “I love going places with you! i’m just worried about you, mum.”

jane clearly wasn’t listening, holding katherine’s hand tightly as she pulls her down the street. “fine, let’s find a taxi if you want to go home so badly. serves me right for trying to have a good night out with my daughter.” her voice cracks at the end of the sentence and before she knows it tears are streaming down her face.

luckily, the street is fairly quiet. jane stops dead in the middle of the sidewalk and cries, face in hands and shoulder shaking. “if you didn’t want to go out with me,” jane says with a cracked voice through her tears, “you should have just said so. i’m sure boleyn or parr would have been just as happy.” her voice lowers. “why would you ever want to go out with your mum?” it’s mean to be sarcastic, but it just sounds pathetic to the vey drunk jane.

“mum, no, that’s not it!” katherine practically pleads. “i wanted to go with you!” she tries to take jane’s hands in hers but jane doesn’t let her, pushing katherine’s hands away. “why don’t we go home and talk about it there?” katherine beseeches her, eyes wide.

that was evidently the wrong thing to say.

“you are embarrassed!” jane sobs. “what’s the matter, am I causing a scene?” the mocking tone she tries to put in her voice is almost completely covered by the upset and hurt in her voice. katherine catches hold of jane’s arm.

“mum, listen to me, please!” she begs desperately.

jane roughly pulls away from katherine. her tears and her anger just keep coming (katherine makes a note that jane never gets vodka again, ever.) “you are embarrassed of me!” jane wails. then her voice goes stone soft, nearly sending a chill down katherine’s spine. “do you even want me anymore?” she pulls her face out of her hands to look at katherine, cheeks red and eyes burning with tears and drunk foolery. “did you ever even want me?”

“what?” katherine says, wide eyed and shocked. “mum, of course i do! I always have!” she tries to swallow down the lump in her throat but tears start glistening in her eyes before she can stop them.

“I love you, mum,” she chokes out. “please, you have to believe me.”

still jane isn’t listening, her drunken tears and anger (but mostly alcohol) blurring her mind. “i’m so sorry for forcing my way into your life,” she cries, anger giving way to just despair and heartbreak.

it takes all of katherine’s self-control not to burst into tears. she wasn’t getting anywhere with trying to reason with jane, that was clear, and she desperately racked her brain trying to think of what to do. all she could think of was that she needed to get jane home and safe; as much as it hurt her, she’d have to let jane be angry and upset with her until they get home, and hopefully jane would be slightly more sober then. although how she’s going to get jane into a taxi in this state katherine has no idea. she thinks as hard as she can, trying not to let jane’s accusations hurt her and failing as each word sends a pain straight to her heart and makes her stomach twist.

she pushes down her emotions and hails a cab. “come on you,” she commands, pulling on jane’s hand to get her into the taxi. she gives the driver the address, and the short drive is full of jane’s tears and incomprehensible words. the car stops outside their house and katherine flips the driver a 20 on an £8 tab and drags her mother inside.

katherine manages to get jane inside and sitting down on the couch before jane rips her arm from katherine’s grip. “we’re home now,” she says, voice thick and words barely distinguishable. “you can just leave me here, go and do whatever you actually want to do.” She dissolves into tears again and even more than the harsh words it hurts katherine to see her mother so upset like this. she sits down next to jane on the couch, almost sideways so she can look at her mum.

jane looks up just enough to see katherine’s ashen face. katherine’s hands fidget in her lap, fingers clenching and unclenching. jane laughs mirthlessly. “well now you’re just mocking me.”

“i’m not,” Katherine says quietly. jane raises an eyebrow.

“then why are you still here?”

“because i want to.” katherine’s a little bit bolder and she turns to face jane properly. jane gives a humourless laugh.

“no you don’t. I should have known better to begin with.”

“mum,” katherine starts, hating how much she sounds like a broken child. “why are you saying these things?”

“isn’t it true?” jane demands. 

“no, mum,” katherine answers. her voice is weak and whimpery. “why won’t you believe me?”

“because you’re you!” jane bursts out suddenly. “you’re bright and beautiful and young and perfect, why would you ever want to spend time with your mum?” she stops, clasping a hand over her mouth as the tears start to fall again. “why would you ever want to spend time with me?”

the words hang between them for an agonizingly long time. katherine can’t even formulate a response, she’s so struck by the statement. “you have so much life and light,” jane whimpers, “what could i possibly offer you?”

katherine stares, words failing her. she’d spent the whole time since first meeting being so worried that she wasn’t good enough for jane, that sweet, kind, maternal, perfect jane would get sick of trying to fix this broken little girl and not want to spend any time with her any more, and not for one second had she ever considered that jane didn’t think she was good enough for katherine. it was almost inconceivable to her, and her mind couldn’t make sense of jane ever thinking that she was the one who wasn’t good enough.

“you don’t even realise, do you?” katherine says softly, the words slipping out accidentally. jane frowns through her tears.

“realise what?”

jane could feel the alcohol pounding through her system, but something clears out when she hears katherine’s accidental middle of words. 

“realize what?”

“mum...” katherine starts brokenly, “you’ve offered me the only thing i’ve ever wanted.” she sniffles. “a family, a protector, someone who loves me for me.” katherine wipes at her eyes without breaking her gaze. “you, mum, are the best thing about this rotten world.”

katherine’s words cut through jane’s alcohol-induced state. she pauses, looking at katherine, at her tearstained face and wide honest eyes, and something hits her.

“you... you really mean that?” she says hoarsely, words no louder than a whisper.

katherine’s tiny smile manages to reach her eyes. “of course, mum. that day you invited me over for dinner,” she reaches over and takes both of jane’s hands, “you changed my life. i couldn’t imagine it without you, mum.”

“kat,” jane says, voice trembling. “oh, kitty-kat.”

she pulls katherine into a hug, tears flowing again as she holds her daughter tightly. “oh, sweetheart,” she sobs. “i’m sorry, i don’t know what came over me.” the alcohol still in her system meant that her tears flow faster than ever, and she can’t bring herself to let go of katherine, not yet.

katherine smiles through her own tears as she snuggles into her mother’s arms. “it’s alright mum,” katherine whispers. “maybe it’s time for bed for you.”

jane begrudgingly agrees, allowing kat to lead her up the stairs. by the time kat goes to her room, changes, and comes back, jane is already passed out. katherine, unable to resist, crawls onto the mattress and curls into her mum’s side, wanting nothing more than to be close and let her mum know that she is the most important person in katherine’s life.

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The Fight & The Fall

Characters: Eret, Son of Eret , Reader

Warnings: Nothing :)

Word count: 2600 whew

Notes: this is v late and has a v bad cheesy title. Shoutout to Men in Tights for the reference ;)

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Eret wasn’t even on Y/N’s radar. She had bigger priorities than this new human member of their team, like figuring out how they were going to integrate another dragon with her incredibly sensitive scaredy-cat of a dragon. Muds was small for a Stormcutter, only slightly more than half the size of her cousin, Cloudjumper, and somewhat dim in comparison, as well. The sharp, innate ability of Stormcutters to distinguish between friend and foe was duller in this poor creature, and it took some doing to earn her trust. Because of her size (or lack thereof), she was meticulous about knowing who was in her surroundings. She knew where every other dragon in a formation was, and attacked just about anything out of place. It took several weeks, quick reflexes, and dozens of treats to teach her a new strategy, and that was just with the original five, familiar dragons. The momentary addition of Heather back on the Edge hadn’t gone well, and Y/N and Muds were grounded most of her stay. Just looking at Eret’s loud, brash Rumblehorn gave her a headache.

Muds, of course, didn’t like him, either.  She had a particularly difficult time understanding the shift between “Strange-Hostile-Person-Whom-We’ve-Never-Met” to “Eret-Now-A-Friend-Of-Dragons”. Stoick had visited infrequently with Skullcrusher before, so they were essentially starting from square one. Stormfly, bless her, had done her best to show the younger dragon that the new additions to their team were not threats, but poor Muds just hadn’t grasped the concept yet. Y/N kept Muds and herself at a distance from them, only exchanging short words with Eret over supper to remain civil. He seemed to keep his distance, as well, perhaps not fond of being the odd one out as the new guy, not to mention Ruffnut would hardly leave him alone. Y/N knew too well what the twins’ attention meant, in any capacity, and she couldn’t blame Eret for being scarce.

Hiccup, apparently, had had more than enough of both of their reclusive habits and had called them to the arena at the crack of dawn. He stood now with his arms crossed over his chest, one hand gripping a leather-bound notebook and a stick of charcoal, considering both of them across the sizeable distance they’d put between each other.

“Closer.”

A glance over at Eret revealed to Y/N he was just as confused as she was. “What?”

“We’re here to acclimatize Muds to Skullcrusher, and, by extent, the two of you. That’s not going to happen if you’re standing an ocean apart. A step closer won’t kill you.”

Y/N frowned, but took a step forward. Muds followed close at her back, her head swiveling and the end of her tail flicking as she tried to make sense of the two across the stone from her.

Eret followed, Skullcrusher rumbled up behind him, and Muds chittered.

“I have an idea.” Hiccup leveled both of them with his I-mean-business look. “It should work if both of you cooperate.”

Y/N shrugged. ”Yeah.” Eret also nodded his agreement.

“Great. It’s pretty simple. Eret, Muds is comfortable with Y/N, and the smell of Y/N. I want you to wear her cloak, and Y/N can re-introduce you slowly. Muds may be a little easier to convince that you’re friendly if you smell friendly.”

Surprisingly, it worked. By working gradually, with plenty of gentle assurances and praise on Y/N’s part, Eret could stroke both of Muds’ sides from nose to tail, and Skullcrusher could make a full, slow circle around her at a moderate pace, even without Y/N’s scent draped over them.

“Great,” their leader conceded after about an hour of exercises. “We’ll pick back up tomorrow morning. Y/N, I’d recommend giving Muds a good break.”

Eret handed Y/N her cloak back, and their hands brushed momentarily. She threw it over her shoulders, catching a hint of his scent still clinging to the material. For some reason, it made her strangely nervous. She decided she was not a fan.

“Wonderful. Great lesson. Bye, Hiccup, bye, Emmet.”

Eret didn’t have enough time to process what she’d said and correct her before she was swinging herself into her saddle and taking to the air.

Hiccup sighed and scribbled something in his notebook, leaving them in momentary silence, save for the skittering of dragon claws on the stone as Toothless tracked circles around a disinterested Skullcrusher.

“Sort of quiet, isn’t she?” Eret commented, watching her and Muds leave the arena behind. Hiccup tried unsuccessfully to stifle a chortling laugh, and the newest rider turned to him with a frown.

“What?”

“Y/N is anything but quiet. We thought the same thing, at first, but don’t let it fool you. She’s got a tongue sharp enough to cut off that fluffy braid of yours.”

“Really?” He paused before asking further, “Why doesn’t she speak to me?”

Hiccup shrugged. “Sometimes I’m not sure if her or her dragon is more wary of strangers. I guess neither of them-- ahem-- quite like you.”

Eret’s brow creased further as he looked back up to see Muds’ tail flick around a sea stack and out of sight.

~

With the dragon bonding underway, the others tried to help the two humans in the equation, in their own way. The twins tried their “T’n’T” (Tried-and-True Tightrope) Method, which thankfully did not involve any explosives. Despite having worked on Dagur and Mala previously, it wasn’t the best approach for Eret and Y/N. The newcomer tumbled off before any semblance of a match could begin, while Y/N, long-accustomed to wave-riding on dragons, balanced atop the swinging tightrope cooly, examining her nails as Eret spat dirt out of his mouth.

Fighlegs tried meditating. It seemed to work-- until he realized the reason they hadn’t been making sarcastic jabs at each other was because they had both fallen asleep.

Astrid just shrugged her shoulders. “You’ll get over each other.”

Snotlout was the last to assist, and had led them both to an open patch of beach on the far side of the island.

“Hiccup is wrong,” he announced as Hookfang found a comfortable spot to nap. “He’s great with dragons, but people are my speciality. I know what you two need.”

Y/N and Eret both stared, silently, waiting for him to continue. He shifted his weight and sighed. “Listen. In the Jorgenson household, we handle things the old fashioned way. The correct way. The only way. No dragons, no ‘talking it out’ or whatever soggy garbage.”

He gestured to behind Y/N with a wave of his arm. “Astrid, if you would.” Y/N turned to see the blonde atop Stormfly, who was coaxing Muds down the beach. Her dragon was, albeit a little cautiously, following at a steady pace. She could play with the Nadder for hours if she was allowed. Y/N frowned and quirked a brow but let it happen.

“Never expect another favor like this, Snotlout,” Astrid called over her shoulder, jabbing a finger at him.

“Yeah, yeah, screw you, Snotlout, I get it, just take the Stormcutter somewhere else. Far away.”

As Muds got further away down the beach, the viking produced a chicken wing from the bag slung across his shoulders.

“You too, big guy.” He waved it before Skullcrusher’s nose until it caught his attention, then slung the chicken and the bag as far as he could, into the trees. The Rumblehorn chased it, rumbling happily, and leaving the humans alone.

Snotlout picked up a large stick from the ground and began tracing a large circle in the sand around them. “Sometimes,” he explained, “You’ve just gotta throw a couple punches. Really brings people together.”

“What, exactly,” Eret questioned, peering over Y/N’s shoulder as Snotlout completed his ring, “are you suggesting?”

Snotlout bonked the stick on the top of Eret’s head. “Fight.”

Y/N snorted, sparing a glance to Eret, who seemed just as apprehensive. “Sorry?”

“Sparring,” Snotlout assured. “Nothing serious. Just to get to know one another.”

“What do I win?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Eret scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Uh, the thrill of victory? Eternal bragging rights? My praise?” Snotlout tossed his stick aside and waved a hand dismissively. “Now get to it. That chicken isn’t going to last forever, and I will not be responsible for that dragon when he comes back.”

When Y/N looked over to Eret, she found his gaze already on her, one brow raised, as if he were asking her agreement to continue. She heaved a short breath.

“Why not? Not like you could do much damage anyway, Egret.”

The comment was sharp, but her voice wasn’t, and a smile tugged at her mouth as she planted her feet shoulder-width apart and balled her fists.

“You’ll see what Eret, son of Eret, is capable of. I’ve taken on whole crews single-handedly!” Eret struck first, feigning to the left before striking at her with his right fist. She missed it with plenty of room to spare. She kept up her defense, knocking half-hearted blows away with ease.

“Oh, please!” she exclaimed. “Are you throwing fists, or flowers?”

Eret’s stance widened and he pulled his fists closer before lunging forward with more force. Y/N had to compensate heavily on her right foot to get out of the way in time, and attempted a feint to the left to get her balance back. It wasn’t very convincing, and he almost got her to trip up before she got her feet right under her, still trying to find an opening in his defense.

He laughed sharply as she dodged another meaty fist. “All bark, but no bite, are you?”

Y/N chuckled breathlessly, and dropped close to the ground and changed her tactics. She swiped a leg out, trying to catch his heel. He jumped over it, but that was what she wanted; she balanced herself on her palms and swung herself around, slamming her other leg into his ankles just as they touched the ground.

He lost his footing and hit the sand with a heavy thud, but recovered quickly, and rolled to avoid her pinning him down. He used his momentum to swing an arm at her head as he got back to his feet. She ducked beneath it and managed a sharp jab to his ribs before he twisted out of her reach.

Eret’s hair was disheveled from his momentary grounding, and his face was flush with effort. Y/N was struck, for a moment, by the glimmer in his eyes and the flash of his teeth. The tattoo on his chin distorted slightly as he frowned with concentration, When did his face get to be that handsome? She was so lost in this moment of admiration that she didn’t catch his palm coming to box at her ear. The sharp blow shook her head out of its bizarre little mood and back into the fight, but as she caught his calf mid-kick she found her breath trembling like the muscle beneath her fingertips.

If Eret noticed her mind was elsewhere, he didn’t ease up on her, and pressed his offense forward, pushing her to the edge of the ring. She was back on strict defense, deflecting blows and dancing out of the way of his rapid punches.

He tried a kick at her at the same time she made a move to duck under his range of fire and strike at his abdomen. Her right leg hooked with his left, and her shoulder collided with his hip, sending them both to the sand. They ended up in a tangled heap, winded both from the fight and the fall.

Eret groaned, and Y/N felt it more than she heard it. He struggled to brace himself up, but only got to his elbows before wincing. His hiss of breath sounded sharply in her ear, and she was sure he could feel the same pain that was blooming in her shoulders. She shifted the knee that had buried in his side, and he lifted his heavy chest off of hers. One of his hands had trapped her bicep above her head, and a thigh was snug between hers.

She cracked her eyes open through the ringing in her head, and met his. She sucked in a breath, of either shock or something else she didn’t know-- the scent of leather and the sea filled her head, and the space between them superheated in an instant. Was it just her imagination, or did she see the same expression of hesitant wonderment in his face? She couldn’t be sure that he had leaned forward just a hair, but she was sure that her heart rate took another spike.

The world seemed to grind to a halt around them, until Snotlout kicked Eret’s thigh. “Round’s over! I didn’t need you two to get that close.”

Eret scrambled off of her, and offered a hand to help her up. Y/N accepted it, hoping he couldn’t tell her hands were getting clammy. She very pointedly studied the sand around them as Snotlout sighed.

“Eret landed top of the pile, so he wins, but really, we all win, don’t we?” He slung his arms around both of their shoulders, yanking them down to the same height. “Would you consider you to be friends, now?  Wouldn’t you say that sparring match was just what you needed?”

Y/N wriggled away, but her sneer was breaking into a smile. “Not to your credit, Snotlout.”

“Nonsense. Another rift mended by the expertise of one Snotlout Jorgenson!” He released Eret but ground a fist into his bicep with a grin. “My dad will be so excited to hear that it worked!” He climbed into his dragon’s saddle and jerked his horns. “Let’s go do the family name proud, Hookfang! Have fun being friends! And don’t worry, you can thank me later!”

The pair of troublemakers took off, leaving Eret and Y/N in relative peace. Distantly, Skullcrusher was rumbling through the brush and crunching on bones, but they still had a good minute or so before he returned. Muds was likely still scampering about with Stormfly somewhere out of earshot.

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to regain the confidence that had until just recently come so easy to her. “Well, Amit. Since you won, I guess it’s only fair that you pick your prize.”

He mulled it over for a moment, hoping the blush that flared up on his face was still hidden under the pretense of exertion. Half of those thoughts did not have any right to be in his head at that moment. He schooled his voice into steadiness before speaking. “You... could help me with the training arena? I’m on cleaning duty this week.”

Y/N shrugged. “Sure. Maybe I could get some dusting done with that little brush back here.” She ruffled the spiky end of his hair, and he laughed.

“Bad idea. Dust makes me sneeze.”

“We’ll figure something out, Achoo, son of A-sneeze. We may need a lot of water. You could use a bath, anyway.”

She was joking, but he was suddenly trying to remember the last time he’d washed. “Really?”

Her laugh lifted his chest and the corners of his lips. Her eyes sparkled as her gaze sidled over his face. “No, Eric. You’re fine.”

“It’s Eret.”

“I know, Aaron.”

Eret sighed, but didn’t complain. For her favor, he could take a couple new names. And maybe... one day she’d be saying his name right.

[juleswolverton-hyde]

Put Together (BC x Reader)

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Street Artist!Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: No warnings apply

Summary: Moving in together is a pretty big milestone which goes accompanied by a fun shopping trip to IKEA, wandering through the showrooms to gain inspiration for the shared home.

Putting things together, however, proves to be very difficult for a kangaroo and a koala.

Masterlist

Everything has a bright and dark side for all in the world contains positivity and its counterpart. Such is the way of existence, although the shadow side might not be realized until later when trying to put together the furniture bought for the brand new shared studio in a redeveloped part of the town, the community trying to save face by improving neglected neighbourhoods just enough in the hopes of attracting young people to thus let it flourish at their hands. A successful endeavour, since many couples in the prime of their lives have taken up residence in the harbour district with refurbished warehouses decorated with approved graffiti, some works even by the hand of the Australian boyfriend of a mere though steady nine months.

The trip to IKEA was a lot of fun, singing along to songs playing on the voluminous radio on the top of lungs while waiting in a terrible rush hour because more minds had the idea of visiting the massive home depot on a dreary day. It was the sole way to keep the simmering irritation thanks to standing endlessly frozen among honking cars to a bare minimum, fingers entwined while getting lost in the melodies.

The briefly picked up on looks of adoration as interior showrooms were scoured for inspiration were heart-melting, Chris noting down all the chosen pieces of furniture on the small slip of paper with the cheap company pencil regardless of the fact the decisions were basically made without leaving many choices to the blonde boy. When remarking upon the continuous silent agreement, only occasionally providing some input on colour choice, the youth commented that building a home together is all that really mattered to him. Moreover, there was confidence in knowing better how to embody both personalities in the interior than he himself would have been able to do. Henceforth, howbeit with this somewhat uncomfortably in mind, the would-be massive shopping trip cracked on.

Alongside pure affection, there was also a dominant sense of pride in deep earthly eyes that seeped through in attitude, proud to have made it to this milestone, this achievement that was solely a dream for both on lonely days wherein the concept of love was practically unknown aside from family bonds and friendships formed at school. A satisfied innocent smile could not be erased from roseate lips throughout the entire venture, broadening to a wide bubbly smile when testing couches by launching ourselves onto them or spinning around in desk chairs together, seated on the personified koala’s lap and holding on for dear life to the characteristic raven black leather jacket, in search of the perfect one for the planned small home office.

Withal, every sort of happiness comes at a cost, this being that the ecstatic joy has malformed into frustrating confusion now that cardboard boxes retrieved from the immense storehouse litter the bare oaken floor of the empty echoing studio and the time has come to put the furniture together with, at times questionable, manuals. Missing screws or seemingly misplaced pre-created holes form only two of the multitude of sources for agitation, Chris’s brightness gradually becoming darker as the time passes and solely the round coarse night-toned metal coffee table, a few wall shelves, the stone grey couch - this one in particular with a lot of cursing and fuming in resilience after almost ripping the papers with step-by-step instructions - and a single bookshelf awaiting its three neighbours have been established in three hours time.

The cap that was bought on the first trip abroad as a couple, Scotland as its destination, is thrown to the side with a low resigning sigh after reading the supposedly easy to understand guide to the second one of the collection of bookshelves, a bright alabaster cabinet with glass doors. ‘It doesn’t make sense. How is it possible that one door fits perfectly and the other doesn’t?’

‘Did you put the clasps parallel to the others?’  ‘Yes, I did. Look,’ by means of illustration, the inside of the display is shown, pointing at the metal hinges in the designated places which are, indeed, parallel to those opposite, ‘I placed them where you said.’

The position of those already in the correct place was discovered after giving the advice of perhaps reading the text on the paper the correct way instead of upside down and yet vocal directions still had to be given to reach the current part of the building process. Not to say Chris is not the most skilled person when it comes to IKEA furniture or any furniture for that matter, but the flashback of the battle with the first bookcase makes it so that a slight scepticism has come to colour attitude in the predicament caused by this, apparently, problematic one.

‘Let me give it a spin, maybe I’ll be able to insert it. You might break the glass if you try to ram it in like this.’ The former four attempts at placing the door where it should go according to the guide went dramatically wrong, every carefully made endeavour to take on the task instead cut off by assuring snarky remarks. Any gently given direction of slightly altering the angle of insertion was dismissed with a coldly sharp comment about perfectly being able to handle it, so that, too, did not help in regards to any sort of progress.

Howbeit very reluctant, a chance is given with pouted lips and mocha eyes glaring at the last piece of the puzzle. ‘Good luck. I swear, if you manage to- oh.’

As predicted, all that was needed to do was manipulating the insert angle of the door a tad, the discovery leading to an indignant huff accompanied by a check-up whether the seemingly impossible mission has truly been accomplished. Which it obviously is, judging by the golden locks hanging in self-deprecating shame and sarcastic inwardly directed speech. ‘Are you serious?’

A pat on the shoulder makes the street artist raise his head at a broad smug smile on a beloved face, finding satisfaction in being better in doing something which is generally associated with men. ‘I told you how to do it, didn’t I? If only you’d listened.’

‘Oh, come on, Y/N. I still managed to put the couch together on my own because you weren’t a lot of help with that.’ An accusing index finger points to the ashen fabric sofa set against the far east wall, above which has yet to be hung the collection of empty sleek lacquered black frames for displaying Chris’s drawings specially made for decorating the house.

‘I was looking for the missing screws!’ Palms rise into the air in dramatic defence, gaze unbelieving of the argument. ‘How was I supposed to know the rest was just a matter of inserting one part into the other?’

‘Sure, koala.’ The devious smile faded from one visage is replicated on the other, evidently not backing out of the witty battle until a triumph is had, hands firmly placed on the hips, thus pressing the fabric of the loose shadow-toned shirt covered in wood snippets and dust tightly over a well-trained chest. ‘But who also put together the coffee table?’

A denying shake of the head as raised digits lower again to be tucked into the pockets of the skinny jeans also affected by decorating the shared home, followed by an incredulous laugh at the attempted clever response proving superiority. ‘That was simply a matter of getting it out of the box, kangaroo boy.’

‘Oi, it also required some putting together.’ Pure uncensored defied belief seeps through in the voice of the street artist, unhappy with being unmasked by such an easy task that does not count in the overall grander picture.  

‘You only had to place the tabletop on its foundation, so that doesn’t count. Furthermore, who installed the shelves on the wall because someone could not handle the drill properly and almost drilled through the places for the attachments?’

Stark white teeth distractingly bite down on the bottom lip, Chris turning away to hide the shame of the almost accident whereby a woman’s touch formed the apparent saviour of a ruined interior before daringly locking gazes. ‘If the coffee table does not count as furnishing than that doesn’t as well. And it’s not my fault the wood is so thin, it’s easy to completely run it through if there’s barely any depth or thickness to it.’

‘No, it isn’t. You’re just clumsy, but you don’t want to admit it.’

An eyebrow is arrogantly cocked at the defiant street artist, who copies the attitude with the intention to counterattack with a sarcastic comment that shall continue the bickering until a clear victor appears. ‘Me? Clumsy? Who almost dropped the boxes with candle holders for the bedroom yesterday?’

Well, for what has to function as a bedroom since it is nothing more than a simple oaken bed frame with drawers and two matching night tables made of the same material, located in the space next to the little balcony looking out over the old harbour. Again, it was established with the necessary cursing and risk of a shredded manual, the help continuously searching the massive cardboard box for the needed parts sometimes wrapped in bubble wrap while trying to keep the kangaroo boy’s temper under control. As it would seem, the platinum blonde boyfriend is better at popping bubbles than reading and following the instructions given by IKEA.

‘That wasn’t because I’m clumsy, but because you scared the living daylights out of me by suddenly appearing and trying to wrestle me to the ground.’ As a means of giving extra strength to the point, a stern finger points from an offended face to the scene of the past accident, speaking with a higher tone now that sensitive nerves truly are on edge with triggering memories.

Yesterday, it had seemed like a genius prank to jump out of the bathroom while bringing in the newly acquired fragile candle holders that had the Aussie frantically search the massive lower floor of the home depot only to find the mysteriously disappeared girl again in the candle section, judging which holder would go with what candle and colour while also keeping the outlay of the planned interior in mind. Thus, the notion of caution while bringing in the unloaded boxes with frames and accessories that had temporarily formed a fort in the cool hallway of the apartment building was entirely nullified, even though the culprit put a special emphasis on this beforehand when it was him carrying the vases for the bouquets of fake flowers. A scattering of violet reflecting glass almost formed the consequence of the affectionately meant yet aggravating instead gesture, the youth barely able to save face by rapidly steadying a toppling stance and breakable decoration.

Household chores are up to the artist for the coming month as a punishment.

‘Alright, fair point. But still, you especially wanted the crystal ones while you know I can attack at any time.’ A foreboding playful stance is taken up, the bickering entirely forgotten as crossed arms unravel to spread wide while the back arches in the anticipation of pouncing on the targeted prey in front with a mischievous grin.

The step backwards does nothing to escape the fate already set in motion, the wiggle of dark eyebrows promising there is no escape from the love about to be shown. Regardless of the urge to attempt to find a way out, it is difficult to suppress the amusement as the predatory stance changes to resemble a kangaroo which results in a chuckled warning. ‘Chris, don’t.’

‘I’m gonna catch you~.’ A provocative hop forward with an adorable high-pitched giggle, bleached locks obscuring the sparkling mocha stare.

‘No, you won’t.’ Another step backwards on the bare oaken floor, answering the threat with a voice truly bordering on pure innocent laughter. ‘Catch me if you can.’

What ensues is a weirdly human kangaroo madly chasing his offender who has fully joined in the grinning, cutely though relentlessly continuing the chase after her until she is driven into the kitchen corner and picked up with ease by strong veiny arms in a twirling fashion.

When feet touch the ground again, they linger a few centimetres from the ones which pursued them a mere second ago, cheek contently resting on the onyx fabric displaying the effect of furnishing, listening to the steady heartbeat of the cheekily smiling beloved. ‘You’re an idiot, Chris Bang.’

‘Could say the same for you, koala.’ A kiss on the crown of the head results in a glance upward into warm adoring chocolate irises, which, in turn, leads to another gentle meeting but this time between mouths with a tenderness that erases some of the devilish attitudes in both individuals. The embrace tightens, ensuring the instincts always triggered in each other’s presence there is nothing but a safe haven, a home for two people to grow in.

Though wanting to remain in the moment for as long as possible, much remains to be done and has to be for the day might still be young yet demands action, knowing the cardboard mess is unbearable to live in. Moreover, the break from daily obligations has a deadline that would rather not be extended due to a delay in settling into the new studio together. Henceforth, breathless lips laboriously pull away as a big palm comes to cup the cheek while a desperate urgency begs for a deeper connection. ‘Let’s take a break and then crack on with the other bookshelves and the dining room. Would be nice to not eat dinner on the floor for once.’

For a second, Chris is clearly at a loss for words and composure, still leaning forward with puzzlement plastered across the lost expression. Nonetheless, it is soon replaced with an amiable relief at getting a repose from putting together incomprehensible installations, consenting to the plan with a pleased hum.

The happiness of the pause with peach ice teas and fruit salad does not linger long because next up are the other bookshelves so that the living room is at least somewhat done, needing only a few fake though lush green plants, Chan’s framed works on the bare walls and a few other homely accessories alongside filled shelves to finish it off officially.

It only takes five minutes for a ripped manual.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

🎶 You've been playin' hard to get with me all night, we both know exactly what you want right 🎶

a/n: y’all hoES ARE LUCKY THIS SOUNDED APPROPRIATE AS A PART TWO TO ALL I WANNA DO HMPH

this is very long bc i decided to add in this one request i was also not aware of until recently so there IS a keep reading line, but once again, if it doesn’t show up on your app, I’m sorry, that’s not my fault anymore.

Shall we go to hell?

-

Never in your wildest dreams did you think that the cute, chubby kid back in elementary had grown up to be such a fucking god--more so have his head between your legs and abuse the fuck out of your clit piercing.

“Oh my god.” You gasp out when you feel Jaehyun suck your piercing back into his mouth for the nth time since he’s gone down on you, disturbing the bundle of nerves yet again and sending spikes of pleasure through your system.

He chuckles, dragging his tongue flat against your entrance. “You’re probably the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Two of his fingers enter you, curling inside of you as he slowly pulls them out.

You buck your hips against his fingers, making him pull back to enjoy the show of you fucking yourself.

“Look at you,” Jaehyun smirks, “Enjoying yourself?” He grounds his palm against your clit and moves his digits in and out of you. “You’re so wet, can you hear that?”

You do and you never thought the squelching sound of Jaehyun’s--or anyone’s--fingers pumping into you would turn you on so much. Your hands have gripped the sheets by your hips as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

Jaehyun must have known you were close, maybe by how you were holding your breath or how your walls are tightening around his fingers, so he ducks his head back down, assaulting your clit once more to push you over the edge while adding a third finger.

You moan out loud; and you swear you sound like a pornstar. Your hands grab onto his hair, weakly trying to pull him away when the knot in your stomach unravels in a second.

He continues to move his fingers inside of you, riding your high out and slurping up your release.

As you catch your breath, Jaehyun sits up and admires his work; your pussy bright pink and dripping. You whimper when he spreads out your folds and the cold air of the room tickles you.

You push the hair that had stuck on your sweaty face away and cover your eyes with an arm, “I never came so quickly from oral before.” You confess with a breathy chuckle, “How many girls did you practice that mouth on?”

“It’s all I’ve ever done.” He admits, making you look at him, “I mean, I’ve had sex--like twice, but most girls I’ve been with are the type to wait until marriage, so the most I’ve done with my exes are oral.”

“Well, don’t worry it paid off.” You gesture for him to come down and when he does, you lick your release on his chin that he didn’t bother wiping away.

“Holy shit.” He breathes, bringing his hands up to your face to hold you still as he kisses you, tongue invading your mouth so you could taste yourself on him.

You moan at the salty sweet taste; sliding your arms over his torso and being reminded he is still fully clothed.

Jaehyun’s lips leave yours and trail down your jaw and neck. His hands find your boobs, roughly kneading them into his palm.

“S-so the time you had sex--” You panted, combing your fingers through his hair.

“--sucked. Both instances were boring because she only wanted to do missionary.” He moves his mouth over one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it.

You relax back against the pillow and looked up at the ceiling, savoring the feeling of his warm, wet mouth over your breasts. How can someone not submit themselves to Jaehyun if they knew what he could do? How good his hands and mouth feel? Your pussy involuntarily clenches at the thought of his dick.

“Hey,” You sighed, biting your lip when he sucks a little too hard on your boob that’s sure to leave a mark. “I had my way with you for body shots, why don’t you have your way with me in bed?”

The vibration from his chuckle tickles you a little, “Are you sure about that? I’ve had some pretty wild fantasies.”

“Did you think about them with me?” You whisper, waiting for his reaction.

His flushed cheeks and bobbing Adam's apple had you grinning in a burst of pride and elation. Pushing yourself up, you reach for his shirt and start to unbutton them for him.

“How did you imagine me, Jae? Did I spread my legs for you?” You stretched your legs out for him, placing them over his thighs and displaying your piercing in full view at him.

Jaehyun’s mouth parts, suddenly feeling parched.

“Did I straddle your hips?” In one swift movement, you did as you had suggested. You pushed his dress shirt off, licking your lips at the sight of his perfect skin beneath, and started to push yourself up against him, “Did I ride you like this?”

You feel his sigh on your chest before his hands travel up your waist to play with them again after he throws his shirt away. Your own hands trace over his pectoral muscles down to his abdomen, gently scratching at the firm skin.

“Tell me, Jae.” You whine, throwing your head back when his lips start to kiss your neck. “Was I on all fours while you take me from behind--”

“Yes.” Jaehyun chokes on his reply, sounding desperate when you’ve hit jackpot.

“Yes?” You push him away, amused. He nods and you smirk, “Then show me.”

He waits a second, staring at you with such intensity that makes you regret your words. But then he’s pushed you off, leaving you on your back as you watch him work to get his pants off. He doesn’t break eye contact for one second and in the back of your mind, you remember seeing his photos on social media; the ridiculous DP blasts for org events or some confessional post on an anonymous-based group that fawn over him. None of those pictures looked like the boy in front of you; eyes piercing, dark and hooded with lust.

Once his pants and boxers are pushed down and off his long legs, his cock bobs up, standing fully erect and red at the tip.

“Turn over.” He growls and you respond a little late, his hands shoving you to get on your knees and pushing your upper body against the bed. He exhales harshly as his eyes glazes over your bottom, your pussy starting to glisten again in anticipation.

You yelp in surprise when his palm smacks the side of your ass, the stinging sensation making you clench your nether regions. “Shit, what happened to being the university’s nicest?”

He spanks you again, this time on the other side. “I never claimed to be nice.”

You inhale deeply when you feel the tip of his cock teasing your entrance; running the head through your folds and brushing ever so slightly against your piercing, making you flinch.

“My ex didn’t even let me have sex with her unless I had a condom on.” Jaehyun grumbles, stroking his cock with the head just barely entering you.

He turns to everyone reading this, “But that doesn’t mean you should go sleeping around without a condom, okay? Stay protected, kids. This is only fiction.”

Slowly, he penetrates you, filling you up until his cock is fully sheathed inside you. He groans out a curse when you tighten around him, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. “That feels so good, fuck.”

He gradually starts to thrust, pulling out with the tip still inside before easing back in. He doesn’t pick up his pace until you whimper, sticking your bottom out a little more. The slight shift in position has made all the difference because it gives Jaehyun deeper access and his cock is already hitting the sweet spot within you.

His hips snap into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the creaks of the bed as it thumped on the adjacent wall.

You’re a moaning mess, hiding your face into the pillow while grasping at it, desperate to hold something to anchor yourself from Jaehyun’s thrusts. You find yourself shaking at a sudden release, legs quivering as they struggled to hold your weight up if not for Jaehyun’s hold on you.

“You feel fucking amazing.” He drives his cock into your sopping cunt with more force than before that has you screaming into the pillow until your throat felt raw.

All of a sudden, there’s a knock on the door.

“Hey! Keep it down, would ya? You’re not the only people in the house.”

You didn’t hear them clearly and continued to bawl out moans.

“Hey! I said keep it down or I’ll have the guys bring the door down and escort you out!”

A guttural sound comes from Jaehyun when at the threat made against the two of you. He’s not going to let anyone disturb him just because you couldn’t shut up. He spots your undies on the bed, snatching them up and balling in his fists while he forces you to move your head to the side. He stuffs them into your mouth, effectively shutting you up as you gag on your own underwear.

There was a sarcastic ‘thank you’ outside the door but Jaehyun ignores it, pinning your shoulders down as he uses it to anchor his weight over you.

“Are you that much of a slut that you can’t keep your voice down? Huh? Do you just want everyone to know you’re being fucked right now?”

You groan, tears springing from your eyes when you feel another orgasm building up.

“I’m so close, [Y/N]. So close.” Jaehyun grunts, “Come for me one more time.”

He snakes one hand down to toy with your piercing and this is where you lose it; thrashing against him when his fingers teasingly tug at the metal ball. You clutch onto the sheets with one hand and grab his wrist with the other, trying to stop him but by the time he lets you stop him, you’re climaxing for the third time tonight. You feel warm liquid spurting out of you, coating your inner thighs and soaking the bed below you.

The realization that he had made you squirt had triggered his own release: Jaehyun pulls out, shooting his cum far enough that you can feel bits of it landing on your shoulder and the space by your eyes on the pillow.

For almost a minute, the room is silent save for the sound of you and Jaehyun catching your breaths. You slump down on the bed, taking your makeshift gag out of your mouth and moving your jaw around.

“You okay?” You hear Jaehyun above you, his body still hovering over your frame.

You twist around despite your body screaming at you not to and lazily grin at him, hands sliding up his sweaty chest and circling around his shoulders. You pull him down until he’s flush against your body, his head resting on the junction of your shoulder and neck.

“Yeah.” You sigh, playing with his hair. “That was amazing. I’ve never squirted before.”

“You’re welcome.” Jaehyun chuckles and you enjoy the vibration of his bare chest against yours. “I feel bad for whoever sleeps here, though. We should probably remove the sheets as a warning or something.”

You snort, “Well, the university’s nicest is back.”

He sits up, kneeling back on his knees.

Your eyes instantly fall down to his dick, “Are you still hard?!”

He shrugs, “Not completely. Don’t worry, I know you’re probably sore.”

“If you hadn’t gagged me, I would suck you dry.” You let your sights linger on his face. “Hey, scoot up here.”

“Doesn’t your jaw hurt?” The worried tone in his voice warms your heart.

“It does, but I have other ways.”

When he climbs up higher your body, now straddling your waist, his cock perfectly sits between your breasts.

You push them together, using them to stroke him. “How does that feel?”

Jaehyun puts his hands on the headboard above your head. “Oh, shit, that feels nice.”

“Yeah?” You bite back a smile when you see him lazily thrusting with his eyebrows bunched up.

It only takes a few more minutes with soft urging from you for him to ejaculate the remaining semen he has to offer. You strain your neck to catch his release with your tongue, lapping the salty sweet substance up.

“God damn, [Y/N].” Jaehyun drawls, pushing his hair back with a hand.

“You’re oddly sweet. Every other guy I’ve blowed are salty as fuck.”

He laughs, “I like eating fruit? I eat two fruit cups from Starbucks everyday.”

“You can get two bowls of fruit at the salad bar I go to for half the price of two Starbucks fruit cups, Jae. Stop supporting those capitalists.”

“Show me where and I’ll treat you a bowl.” He winks, making you giggle. He moves to get off of you, collecting his clothes off the floor and starts dressing.

You do the same, slipping your nightie back over your body and throwing your denim jacket on. You take your panties and slip it into Jaehyun’s back pocket. “For you.”

He blushes, the color rising from his cheeks to the tips of his ear.  It was hard to believe he was pounding into you minute ago, slapping your ass, and gagging you with your own underwear.

You continue to watch him put on his clothes, thinking about how people will react when they find out that their golden boy is just another name on your list of fucks. You’ll probably receive some hate messages from troll accounts, but it’s nothing you’ve dealt with before. As Jaehyun buttons up his shirt, you start to feel empty: just another lay.

You stand up, sparing a glance at the bed with the mess you and Jaehyun made. “Oh, wow, did I squirt out that much?” Your eyes widened at the huge wet spot evident on the blue sheets.

“Let’s just strip the sheets off and hope the owner isn’t waiting outside.” Jaehyun starts to pull off the fitted sheets from the foot side of the mattress.

You deal with the other end, reaching across the width of the bed to untuck the sheets. Your eyes catch something glint from the light and you gasp.

“How hard did you come for you to shoot your load on the wall?!”

He looks to where you’re pointing, face starting to turn beet red when he realizes what you were talking about. “Well,” He clears his throat, “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

After stripping the sheets off and throwing them with the soiled pillow on the ground, you and Jaehyun make your way out the door.

Before you can open the door, he stops you.

You shoot him a questioning cock of your brow.

“Hey, I gotta ask--since we’ve been clearing up rumors earlier.” He licks his lips, “Why don’t you do relationships?”

Your lips quirk upwards, “It’s not that I don’t do relationships. Guys only want one thing from me, as you had just experienced.” You gesture to the bed before trying to open the door again.

“Wait, but what if,” He hesitates just a second more, “What if I want more?”

Seeing that you were clearly taken aback from his words, he starts explaining, “I meant what I said earlier about liking you since we were kids. I just didn’t know what your type was and if you even liked me back. I think it sucks that guys don’t even bother trying to date you, I mean, you’re beautiful and funny--I don’t get why you’re barely passing when I clearly remember you being top of the class in elementary.”

You fail at trying to smile, “No one’s trying to set me straight, I guess? It’s always party here and party there. I’m only reminded to study when there aren’t parties and those are days before midterms and finals.”

“Well,” Jaehyun says a little exasperatedly, “I can be that guy for you. We can have study dates on school nights and I’ll take you partying during the weekends. We can... we can do anything you want--together, you know? As in, like a couple--if you’re open to the idea--”

“Really?” You stare up at him, amused at how he’s stumbling over his words. “Anything I want? Like, candlelit dinners, walks on the beach, sex in the library, and all that jazz?”

“Yes! Anythi--wait, did you say sex in the library?”

You burst out laughing at his reaction as you nod, “It’ll be nice to relieve some stress after we study, no?”

“I guess...” He pauses, “We?” Jaehyun is smiling at you with both famous dimples ever present on each cheek.

“Yes, ‘we’. Who else?” You reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his, “Now, that salad bar I was talking about is open 24/7 and I would like to redeem that fruit bowl offer.”

He squeezes your hand back, opening the door for you. “After you, then.”

-

a/n: hit me up when u wanna reserve a spot in hell

[vanilluhbeaux]

Not Another Au!

vanilluhbeaux (distinque)

Chapter 7

: shit just got weird

Jirou released a breath of smoke into the air as she leaned against Momo's car before taking another long drag and letting the cigarette fill her lungs. She closed her dark eyes when she released another smoke-filled breath, her shoulders slumping slightly. The light rain made her want to step into her girlfriend's car, but she knew if she got in smelling like 'that delinquent shit' there would be an argument, and frankly, she just didn't have the time nor energy to fight her today. She lifted her fingers to take another drag, but the sound of wet footsteps prompted her to stop. She looked around, half-lidded eyes wide and alert, but found no one and nothing surrounding her. "Come on, Kyoka," she said to herself, letting go of a breath she didn't know she was holding, "get it together." Still, the wet footsteps echoed in her mind, becoming louder and quicker, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She let her eyes dart around for a moment, and though they didn't see anyone getting closer to her, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was getting a little too close to her. "Get real," she said, tossing her cigarette to the ground and stomping it out, "Curses and shit aren't real. It's all in your head." She wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to calm herself down, releasing another heavy breath.

"I wouldn't dismiss it so easily, Kyoka," a masculine voice said from behind, causing Jirou to scream—a foreign and decidedly unwanted sound. She turned around and found her stalker—Tenya Iida—and released an angry groan.

"You almost gave me a heart attack!" she said, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Should I call an ambulance?" he said, slight concern leaking through his voice.

"Figure of speech."

"That's pretty morbid—not to mention inappropriate for a funeral."

"I'm not at this funeral by choice. I didn't give a fuck about Mineta or Nezu. I'm only because Momo wanted to come."

"That's a really cute gesture, but I didn't ask about all that," Tenya dismissed, waving his hand around. Kyoka raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Instead, she reached into her purse and pulled out another cigarette, determined to light it up and drown out the world around her. "You're going to get lung cancer if you keep smoking, especially with the curse active."

"I don't remember asking for your opinion," she quipped back, rolling her eyes and inhaling the smoke. With a steady breath, she added, "The curse isn't real either."

"Just because you don't believe in something doesn't make it any less real, Jirou," Tenya replied calmly. "It doesn't make Nezu and Mineta any less dead, it doesn't make you—or anyone else in our class—any safer."

"Why the fuck are you here?" she asked, her patience wearing thin. "It's not like you're doing anything useful."

"I'm just the male class representative, what do you expect me to do? Stop the curse?" he bit back sarcastically, placing his hands on his temples. "It'd be disrespectful not to show up for my classmate's funeral, and I'm only checking on you to make sure you didn't sneak off and die. If we're being honest, I thought you'd be the first one to off yourself."

"That's a very Bakugou-like thing to say," she scoffed, "but I'm very much alive and not going to kill myself. I don't want you babysitting me."

"Don't choke on your words," Tenya said, walking back towards the funeral, whose guest seemed to be thinning out by the second.

She watched his retreating for gradually get smaller before all bug disappearing in the misty cemetery. She mindlessly put her cigarette to her lips and went to inhale another puff, but found the stick had went out. "Stupid fucking Iida," she grumbled, fumbling around her purse for a lighter, "stupid fucking funeral." Her eyes lit up when her fingers grazed upon the smooth plastic and she pulled the lighter out, calming down when the small flame came to life. "There's no such thing as curses," she said to herself, breathing in,  "No such thing."

Before she could bring the lighter to meet her cigarette, it went out, the flame disappearing just as quickly as it appeared. Rolling her eyes, she fumbled with the lighter before it came back to life. Quickly lighting her cigarette and throwing the lighter as far as she could, she inhaled again, long and deep, letting the smoke run down her throat and fill her lungs. When she went to exhale, she found that she couldn't; the smoke would not leave her. It wrapped itself around her lungs, squeezing them and drying them out, producing very dry, very small coughs. Her throat constricted, tightened with each drying cough that left her body. The smoke filled her entire body and refused to let anything other than more smoke enter her. The air around her was there, wafting around her with a teasing feel on her skin, but did nothing to help her breathe; she couldn't breathe.

Before she realized it, Kyoka had dropped to her knees, clutching the wet grass and hoping, praying that she'd find air. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound would come out—just dry gasps that only she could hear. Her lungs burned from inside her chest and her throat for something—anything—but she wasn't able to help herself. She looked around and realized, for the first time, that she was alone. The only thing she could see were tombstones, and they seemed to stretch on for miles. Can't breathe. She needed help. Can't breathe. She was alone. Can't breathe. She was choking. Can't breathe.  She was dying.

How fucking ironic.

When she looked up, she noticed the way sunlight reflected off of Momo's windows—and suddenly she had a plan. Can't breathe. Using the last of her strength, she opened the car door and slid into the front seat, pressing her hand on the horn with as much force as she could muster. Can't breathe.

She didn't even feel it when her head hit the steering wheel.

x

The far off noise of someone's undoubtedly cheap car malfunctioning would've been more of annoying to Momo if she wasn't already annoyed by her Louboutin's appearance. With clenched teeth, she forcefully wiped a tear from her wide eyes and let out a harsh breath. After maybe two hours of wear to her principal's funeral, they were completely and utterly destroyed, leaving her to mourn barefoot. A sniffle left her nose for what could have been the four millionth time today and she blinked her tears away. This was the most ghetto situation she'd ever been put in, and it was easy to tell that Momo Yaoyorozu was pissed. She went from class heiress to that crying, barefoot girl in a matter of days. The wet squelching of the grass prompted her to look up, and she found them walking towards her—and she almost vomited in her mouth. "What do you want?" she asked, disgust dripping in her voice.

"Only way someone could have a nasty ass attitude at a funeral is if something crawled in their panties and died—is there somethin' ya wanna confess, Momo?" Ochako retorted, crossing her arms.

"And what happened to your shoes?" Izuku asked, genuinely concerned. "You just don't look to good, sis."

"That makes a few of us then," Momo responded, sniffling. “It’s a fucking funeral, I’m allowed to be upset, aren’t I?”

“We just wanted to see if you were okay,” Shouto said, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off on contact. “It’s what friends do.”

“Friends?” she scoffed, rising to her feet, “Why on Earth would you think that we’re friends, Todoroki?”

“Because all of our fantastic memories we have with each other?” he replied, feeling defensive.

“Like what?” she challenged. Shouto opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it after realizing that she might’ve had a point. They had never spent any time alone with each other—to his slight dismay because damn did she have killer legs— and the one time they hung out, someone died. Not saying that the someone didn’t deserve it—but it was a really bad way to end what could have been a really nice day. Still, that didn’t mean that Shouto was wrong , per se, but it did mean that he could be on his way to losing this argument—and losing anything didn’t sit well with him. He had to plan his next sentence out very carefully if he wanted this to work out in his favor.

“Like all of the memories we were going to create with each other!” was the best he could come up with. Solid reasoning, he supposed, and he was going to stand his ground it on. “Maybe if you just got that stick taken your of your ass and relaxed—”

“The last time I tried to relax with you, I ended up having to ride home in a police car! Do you know how humiliating that is?! You cursed us!”

“Hey!” Eijiro interjected, placing himself in between Momo and Shouto, “maybe we should all just calm down. We’re friends, right Momo?” The girl looked at him with something softer than anger in her eyes—which must’ve been a terribly difficult feat to accomplish—and nodded quickly. “Yeah! Remember, I said I’d take a bullet for you, even if you are a bitch sometimes. Aren’t callbacks fun!”

“You said you wouldn’t take one for Aoyama,” Ochako added, snickering. “But to be fair, I wouldn’t take one for him either. He’s really weird.”

“Maybe we should just sit here and remember good things, yeah?” Eijiro finished, sitting down on the wet grass, clearly not caring about the suit Bakugou picked out but you know, whatever.

"It’ll help us calm up!" Denki said, taking a seat next to him, a small smile on his face.

“You are exactly right, buddy.”

“As much as I’d love to sit here and play fucking campfire stories, someone’s cheap ass car horn is going off and I’m about to lose my fucking marbles,” Momo said, standing up and crossing her arms.

“That’s your cheap ass car,” Bakugou said, cocking an eyebrow up.

“Can’t be,” she said, rolling her eyes, “Jirou has my keys.” Her stomach dropped when she realized that her girlfriend had her keys and her horn was still going off. She squinted and looked towards the direction of her car, and though she couldn’t see through the fog, she started running. Pale feet kicking up mud and whatever creepy crawlies lie on the dirt floor, she took off as fast she could towards her parking space.

x

Seeing Kyoka Jirou slumped over in her car caused parts of Momo to hurt that she didn’t know still existed. She tapped the window of her car furiously, crying—screaming— begging for Jirou to please open the door, baby I’m here please, until her throat ran raw and she couldn’t hear herself anymore. The longer she stared at the window, the louder the horn seemed to get, and she found herself not looking at Jirou, but her own reflection. Wild eyes stared back at her, red rimmed and running, on a face that seemed to be melting with wild hair framing this picture of imperfection.The hours she put into herself were rendered meaningless in less than ten minutes.

x

“You do realize we’re going to a funeral, right?” Kyoka asked, slightly annoyed. Momo noticed her watching her for half an hour, but if she wasn’t going to complain then she wouldn’t ask her.

“It’s not like I forgot,” she said, applying highlighter to her nose.

“Then why are you doing all this?”

“Because,” she said, turning away from the mirror to look at her girlfriend, “you deserve to walk in with the most beautiful girl on the planet—and this the only chance I have on stunting on Rihanna.”

“I think you look perfect.”

“I know you are perfect.”

X

Narrowing her eyes, Momo clenched her hands into a fist. Before she registered what she was doing, she raised her arm and elbowed her window, shattering the glass in an instant. She chose to ignore the ‘Your door was probably open’ she heard in the background. Breathing harshly, desperately, she opened the car door from the inside and pulled Jirou out, not paying attention to the stinging pain in the arms. “I got you,” Momo said, pulling the girl close to her and brushing her hair out of her face, only then seeing a large gash on her forehead, still bleeding. The stillness in Jirou’s chest sent shivers down Momo’s spine, but she refused to let a single tear drop from her eyes. She’d spent the entire day crying—at this point she was over it. She turned around and yelled, “Someone call a fucking nine-one-one! She’s not breathing!”

“Got it!” she heard Denki call, and for the first time, she thanked God that he was close. “What’s their number?”

She took her thanks back.

[sabrinaleethings]

Ten Days of SiMarkus [with Sabrina!]

Check out Day One: Coffee [HERE]

Day Two: Firsts

The transition into deviancy was easy for Markus in the beginning- like laughing or blinking his eyes, it was natural to him. Something the android couldn’t control, though nothing he’d fight against.

As if seeing the world for the first time, Markus began to truly feel alive when he arrived at Jericho. He’d began experiencing excitement or joy when his plans for the android revolution began to unfold perfectly- like the CyberLife warehouse raid where him and the team of four were able to leave with enough thirium or biocomponents to last them months. Or when Simon and Josh got into small arguments, Markus couldn’t help but laugh at his two friends- Josh had argued that North could win in a fist fight against Markus, but Simon was too headstrong to believe anything contrary to Markus’ victory.

He’d begun to experience the agonizing pain and sadness from when new deviants arrived at Jericho too badly broken to be fixed. Though the android would rather feel anything but despair, he appreciated his ability to. He gradually became hyper-aware and deeply empathetic to those who’d never feel the rush and thrill of being free within their own lives. Markus was one of the lucky ones.

He’d begun to fully experience love as well- it had took the android some time after Carl’s passing to fully accept what his processors were telling all that time in the artist’s house. Carl loved Markus, and Markus loved Carl.

Android RK200 also began to feel love for one of his closest friends. The sandy haired and crystalline eyed  PL600 affected him in ways he’d fought so hard to understand.

It was only after a failed android rescue mission a few months ago, that Markus fully accepted and understood what his heart had been screaming at him all along.

Simon had taken a stray bullet for Markus after the police open fired on them after attempting to free the workers from Detroit’s very own Eden Club.

The shock rang through Markus’ audio processors as he laid in bed, the memory too much to fully relive again.

Simon had lived, he was even able to run away from the spray of bullets after- but it haunted the RK200 to this day- it was the reason why entering stasis became so hard for him these past few weeks.

The ghost of Simon’s blood on Markus’ hands as he carefully removed the bullet from the android’s shoulder taunted his senses. Even laying still, begging for his systems to power down for the night, Markus still felt the warmth on his hands and the acidity of thirium in his nose.

It was well past three in the morning now, and Markus couldn’t seem to turn himself off. He’d tried and failed numerous times to prompt the script that would ask him if he’d like to enter rest mode, but his brain was filled with so much static memory and whorling thoughts that he couldn’t.

Deviancy for Markus in the beginning was easy- like choosing when he’d want to enter rest mode for the night, or when he’d want to go out to the streets of Detroit and explore with his friends.

Now, deviancy for Markus was like a sickness- he was tired all the time, unable to turn off the video playbacks of various memories in his mind. His body was sluggish from lack of sleep, yet his fingers felt electric and his senses were so alive to the world around him.

Simon had noticed recently- the other night he wouldn’t leave Markus’ side. Even after the android fought for seclusion and time spent alone, the PL600 refused to let him be.

Simon no doubt loved Markus too- whenever the two androids were able to steal quiet moments alone, they’d talk about their pasts, share intimate embraces, and fully commit the other’s hands into memory.

It was Markus’ favorite thing to do admittedly- melting flesh and plastic structures into one, holding Simon’s hand was like being able to breath for the first time, or walking into deviancy all over again.

Memories of their time spent together replayed in the android’s mind, and like falling asleep- he was granted the ability to choose yes.

[>ENTER REST MODE?<]

[> Y / N <]

Markus released a sigh of relief, the thirium pump in his chest slowed to a steady rhythm. The sound molded perfectly to the soft steady raindrops dripping on the aluminum roof above.

The emerald and sky eyed android hungrily chose ‘Y’, and mercifully drifted into stasis for the remainder of night.

…

“Markus!?” Simon’s frantic voice echoed through Markus. He’d heard this android’s pleading screams so many times in the past, he couldn’t tell whether this was a memory, or present day.

“Markus! Wake up! It’s urgent!”

Like the lightning reflexes of a flashlight being turned on, RK200 was fully awake and now staring into two vast oceans of blue.

“Simon? What is it?” Markus was out of bed in one fluid motion and now stood inches away from his blonde-haired companion. “What’s wrong?” RK200 couldn’t help but shift his attention slightly to the fluttering that began jostling his chest.

Pl600’s face unnerved Markus.

Simon had a half-cracked lopsided smile, and his upturned eyes were vibrantly bright and set Markus’ nerves on fire.

“Do you know what day it is?” The android was clearly trying to hide his excitement behind the guise of normalcy, but Markus saw right through it.

“My system says it’s November sixth, twenty-thirty nine.” Simon’s grin grew in response, his pale lips turned thin as his face lit up like the summer sun.

“Yes, my system says that too.” Markus shifted on his feet, confusion began to bud in his mind as he tried to understand what Simon was alluding to. The android must have seen the confusion in Markus’ face. “Do you know why today is so important, Markus?”

Jericho’s leader ran a hand over his head, the stubble from his short hair prickled on his palms as he fought through endless scenarios or possibilities.

“Uhmm…”

“Happy anniversary, Markus.”

If android’s could pale like humans, Markus would have looked like a ghost. Standing as still as a statue and definitely colder than one, RK200 shook his head.

“No, Simon- our anniversary is-”

“Not that one!” Simon held his palms up to hush Markus, his cheeks flushed a mild warm blue. “It’s been one year ago today that you came to us in Jericho.”

Simon placed his hands on Markus’ shoulders- the touch instantly melting away any ice or frozen hardware in the android.

“Happy one year with us!”

It was Markus’ turn to blush as he sheepishly lowered his eyes from Simon’s. “I totally forgot-”

“Yeah, yeah no worries!” Simon used a hand to tilt Markus’ chin up once more, his eyes fought for connection to Markus’. “If it’s okay with you, Markus…” Simon jerked his head towards the door and focused again on the RK200. “Josh, North and I got you a gift, and I honestly couldn’t wait for you to come out on your own so…”

“Oh Si, you didn’t have to do anything-”

“You’ve done more for Jericho in one year than I was able to do in three here, Markus. You saved us, and we wanted to show our gratitude.” Simon’s eyes never faltered, but Markus could sense the sadness behind his words- it was true unfortunately. Markus knew he’d been the spearhead into revolutionizing android rights, only he didn’t realize how long until recently that Simon and the others were waiting for salvation in darkness for many years before.

“I hope its a puppy- I think maybe I’d name him Simarkus or Jo-Jo….”

Simon smacked his companion’s shoulder playfully. “Are you serious!? It’s not a dog, but we can-”

Markus laughed, and it felt good. It felt right. “No, Simon. I’m being one hundred and thirty two percent sarcastic.” Markus laughed again, and Simon’s chuckle was soft under his own. “I’d never name a dog something so silly as Sima-”

“Okay okay, come on then.” The PL600 grabbed Markus by the hand and led him down the quiet corridors toward the main entry room at the base of the ship.

The only sounds in the entire place were the soft scuffs of the two android’s feet and their synchronized breathing.

The morning’s sunlight was beginning to penetrate through the small cracks and openings in the wall paneling, and golden streaks of light reflected off of the metallic interior and danced on various surfaces in the room.

Once they entered the main area, Simon stopped and squeezed Markus’ hand.

“Alright, close your eyes.” Simon turned to stand in front of Markus. The edges of the mysterious surprise were visible from behind the PL600 as he tried to conceal it with his body.

“Simon, I-”

Simon squeezed Markus’ hand harder.

“Please.”

Markus stared for a second longer at Simon’s face, his eyes traced the sharp curve of the android’s jaw, the subtle curve of the android’s thin and smirking lips, and lastly his two crystal eyes.

“Because you said please…”

“Pft!” Simon released a small laugh and pulled his companion forward.

Nerves and slight excitement coursed through Markus’ processors. He’d never been gifted anything before, not even from Carl. It wasn’t something he’d ever dreamed of being a possibility. He was an android, exactly a year ago- a piece of plastic with no rights, no free will, absolutely dead inside. Now, he was part of a family. Surrounded by people like him, and people who supported him as a leader, and friend.

As Simon pulled Markus closer to the surprise, Markus couldn’t help but notice he didn’t have an audience. No one else was in the room, save for Simon and himself.

“Where’s Josh? Or North-”

“They understand how weird it is at first, and how uncomfortable it might be for you to receive a gift or anything like this with an audience so…” Simon’s voice faded as he cleared his throat and tried to find the right words. “They just wanted to make sure you had enough privacy and can appreciate the gift by yourself first.”

Markus quirked an eyebrow as they stopped moving. It was thoughtful and nice of his friends to take his own well being into consideration- but that just leads to the question: What’s the present then, if it has to be so private and confidential?

“Alright, you can look now.”

Sucking in a breath to cool his racing processors, Markus opened his eyes.

His heart stopped.

His eyes refused to focus- as if his brain refused to analyze the massive object in front of him.

“What do you think? I’m not sure it’s entirely in tune- we had to frankenstein a million different pieces together to make a whole one, but I think with a little tuning and some TLC it could-” Simon was rambling now, but Markus found himself lost in the view.

The android stepped forward, his finger began tracing the outlines of wood, of keys, of the piano standing in front of him.

His finger gingerly pressed down a white marble key, and a beautiful ‘c’ note echoed through the ship. The sound so full, so perfect in every way.

“Simon… Simon this is…”

Images like a tidal wave began crashing through the android. He saw Carl, sitting beside him choosing what music he thought the android should learn to play. He saw himself at two o’clock in the morning while Carl was sleeping to play himself some music when he didn’t want to rest. All of the memories he’d once shown Simon, all flooded back to him.

“I remember you showing me how happy you’d been when you had Carl and music in your life… We figured this could brighten your day a little at least and-”

Markus didn’t let Simon finish as he pulled the android into a tight embrace. His arms grabbed and held tight to the blonde one in his arms as he buried his face into Simon’s neck.

He couldn’t stop the saline tears as they dripped from his eyes and onto Simon’s jacket. The first time Markus had ever felt alive before deviancy, was when Carl let him choose what music to play. The choice was his, always,  since the beginning of time with Carl. And now with Simon, the android thought his chest might explode with all of the emotion slamming through him.

Simon moved one hand in circles on Markus’ back.

“You deserve happiness, Markus.” Simon’s voice was a whisper in Markus’ ear. “You deserve the world for what you’ve done for us.” At the android’s words, Markus calmed. His breathing slowed and his sensors were beginning to reset to normal. “I love you.”

Markus lifted his head from Simon’s shoulder and moved his hands to cup Simon’s cheeks. Blue oceans against emerald and sky stared at each other. Markus leaned close, his lips brushed Simon’s for barely a second before he whispered a small “I love you too, Simon.”

Two android hearts beat as one as Markus kissed Simon again, their hands interlocked between them.

A short eternity later, Markus leaned away from Simon. He lowered his eyes and stared at the blonde android’s chest. “I want to play you a song.”

“Are you sure?” Simon tightened his hands around Markus’.

RK200’s voice was soft as he spoke. “Absolutely. Carl was the only person to ever hear me play. He loved me, and gave me the gift of music. Now,” Markus backed up slowly, pulling Simon with him toward the ivory keys. “I want you to be the first person I share this gift with.”

The two androids’ shoulders pressed tight against each other as both sat down on the old piano bench. Markus reached over to Simon and held his hand for just a second before returning his hands to the keys.

Simon smiled at the sight. “I’d be honored to listen, Markus.”

YAS Day Two Complete!!

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