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loversdelusions · 2 years ago

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Hi I love to see what you think Yandere kirishima be like :) Like kirishima would he be the type to kidnapped or is he the type to Just stalks her and collects every information to a wall or something or does he do both ?

⋆✸ Yandere Kirishima: Habits and Rituals ✸⋆

Kirishima - usually - is the ideal partner. He's sweet, loyal, fiercely strong and passionate. He's a great guy. Normally.

When he's infatuated, though, he's not the same person. He's big, towering over you, and makes you tiny by comparison. He enjoyed it, too. Made him feel powerful, how small you were in comparison, and how you'd look under him. He would use this to his advantage, leaning over you and trapping you in his arms, grabbing you and moving you around as he wished, like his little rag doll.

In all honesty in his lovesick state, he's a terror. He's not the type to make a shrine, or place photos around the wall of his room. He has a few treasured photographs of you he keeps with him at all times, to look at, satisfy his pleasures to, and remind himself of his focus.

Kirishima is a giant passive-aggressive bully.

No one understands what you're talking about, the pushing around, the small pinches to your thighs, hands skimming the side of your skin going up and underneath your skirt while you tried to move away without angering him. What could you do about it, anyways? No one believes you anyway. You're talking about Red Riot, he would never do such things. Why are you trying to muddy his name?

It continued to be like that, his subtle touches, sometimes rough and scarring, left behind scratches at times and red sore makes as if to remind you where he's been. He's a jealous guy, though it seems more internal than anything. Unlike Bakugou who will hate everything you touch and will be watching from afar, or Izuku, whose idea of 'take out the garbage is a bit too liberal when it comes to people and objects; Kirishima does not wait away or shy from your attention. He runs head-on and tells everyone that he is in love with you.

The peer pressure will not end. "Give him a chance,"

"Don't break the guy's heart,"

"It's Kirishima, no way you're gonna reject him right? He's been your friend since the beginning of our first year!"

His other stalker behaviour is scrapbooking whatever little polaroids he likes to snap of you, (polaroids on purpose for the aesthetic) as well as whatever remind him of you. A daisy he found, little heart sprinkles he found in the store that made him think of you, whatever little aesthetic things he likes and comforts him as if you were there to do it yourself. He has both sides of cruelty and the gentle-handed approach, and which one he used depends on the impulses he gets the moment you happen to be in his vision.

At times you'd get whiplash by the sudden gentlemanly act he has, holding your stuff for you, getting you little trinkets like a tiny gremlin, cute little animal candles is something he will definitely give you and for no apparent reason. It becomes very apparent he is going through it, his mind is bouncing from wall to wall flipping through moods and behaviours like play cards yet no matter how many times he pulls a card he is always the joker.

He doesn't think it through. When asked, if you turn to him with wide teary eyes and ask him why he was doing this he'd be very confused. He is aware what he's doing is a crime, but it does not particularly register to him that he might be considered a criminal. Unlike the others, whose forms of denial can consist of fake acceptance and/or severe delusion, Kirishima is hurt by the insinuation that he is terrorizing you, and the gaslighting may begin.

Was he that bad? He was so sorry if you felt that way, so upset that he was not being good to you as he wanted, or that he was simply playing, didn't mean to hurt you, and the big wide red eyes turning to you with apologies falling from his lips, but his eyes moving to yours— and if you soften...

Kiss.

He really wants you, no matter what, you know. He'll be the perfect guy, you just gotta accept it, and let him surround you with his love. It really doesn't come to his mind that accepting his love also means accepting his fury.

Kidnapping is not exactly his style. He'd much rather pressure you into his arms, it makes it easier to convince himself it was you who'd accepted him without his interference. He finds it much more pleasurable when he can shower you with love and attention in front of others in favour of accosting you at later times. The secrecy, the lying and toying with the public images of both of you makes him high with the power, all the subtlety it takes when he was considered too airheaded to do all those things boosts his self-image to a level unwarranted. Which is why he has no problem knowing you'll be his.

You can't out-manoeuvre him. But you're lucky he loves you, and you should care about remaining in his good graces otherwise his teasing smiles and cocky grins will turn into cruel smirks and sadistic touches.

Don't test him. You won't like the hardened shell he'll erect to push your limits.

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despair-to-future-arcs · 7 months ago

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Maybe don’t end the world then.

Look, you all know we were trick by Junko! I mean that's obvious...

USAMI: Well... maybe you all were but at the same time, how you all treated Nagi wasn't okay; you all treated her badly and then suddenly you all went a complete 180 when you found out she was related to those that use to be former Hope's Peak Academy. I'm not sure about you but that does feel like a mood whiplash...

Well yeah, I mean... it is I guess when you think about it but we just...we... we didn't know how the hell to treat her...

USAMI: Then maybe instead of thinking about connections, you treat her like a normal person or apologize, did any of you attempted that?

...I...I don't think so...

...

Date: September 5th, 2011

So... how is that Nagi chick so far?

Well she seems fine, I guess...? I mean it's gonna take a while to remember her name...

Yeah and while she's new, she can't replace Hatomi and I still feel bad for not inviting her to Hatomi's funeral...

Well if you ask me, probably it's good we start over in regards to her.

But Nagito and Kazuichi - I hope you 2 realize what you did wasn't okay...

Yeah... I know, I guess that was my fault; I just forgot is all...

Wow dude, you seem a lot more forgetful then usual, you should get that check out.

O-Oh uh, no no - it's fine, I rather not bother the doctors or anything so it's okay...

We-Well anyway, at least Nagi got meet all of us and everything, I mean sure Hiyoko was a pain in the ass but hopefully she won't tell her grandmother or anything...

Wait, why are you worry about that?

Well when I mean, we are graduating and I rather not piss her off any further so it's best to be on her good side.

Which if we are, that means will be success and-!

???: Successful...? What... what are you guys talking about...?

*Kazuichi turns around and finds Nagi at the door...*

...What's going on? I heard you all speaking about my grandma...

O-Oh uh, don't worry... it's nothing, it's good to see you; how's your morning?

What are you talking about? You were going on quite a bit about Nagi's family being connected to Hope's Peak Academy.

Yeah exactly, I even remember telling all of you!

Can you 2 shut up, don't say that! I mean she's standing right there!

Wait...are... are you all being nice to me just because of who my family is?

We-Well yes maybe but look, that was all Nagito; don't assume I had anything to do with it.

Even if you went along with it? Yeah sure dude...

I say shut up, I was not apart of it!

...So if I'm understanding right, you all only started to be nice to me just because most of my family has some connection to Hope's Peak Academy and not because of me as a person, is that what your saying?

Whoa hey hey, don't put words in my mouth, I mean it's not that bad!

But you were going on quite a bit Kazuichi, you were worried that Nagi could tell her grandmother about how she's treated and get us all drop out or not have a future career.

But if anything, at least we realize this mistake! Knowing that you were connected to such a place like Hope's Peak Academy, I suppose we realize where we were wrong!

Isn't that wonderful, you are no longer a stepping stone but instead a beacon of hope just like everyone here, and for that I forgive you for that mistake!

...

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #ds:rw #despair side: re write #ds ep 9 #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #kazuichi souda #akane owari #ibuki mioda #nekomaru nidai #nagito komaeda #anonymous

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weeping-laurels · 11 months ago

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Story time, since I’m so verbose lately.

In zero period today I had a hell of a time transcribing Lady Gaga for my theremin. I’m a featured player in the school orchestra that only plays certain recitals and only comes to zero period on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’m a bit resented cause the other band kids are required to come in every day and of course they say our music teacher likes me too much, favors me.

Well, you know me, I used to have a crush on him. But it vanished after something that happened. It was last winter, I was a junior, we were all stressed rehearsing for our biggest performance of the season. He had said there wouldn’t be zero period one day and I came in to practice alone because my better theremin’s at school, and found him in the music room. I said sorry, I’ll leave. He said no, stay. I’ve been meaning to try something with you.

He started testing my pitch and seeing how fast I can find the notes he’d tell me to find with my fucking eyes closed. This isn’t a clarinet, I need to be able to see where I’m putting my hands in relation to the antenna. I’d get it wrong and he’d go no. No. No. Try this. Do this. You’re better than that. Come on. Daphne. Try looking at me. I tried. His face was unreadable. And it didn’t help. I was stressing out. He was getting more and more frustrated. Find _. I said _. No, that’s sharp. No. No. Fuck, Daphne! Come on!

Then he went all Whiplash on me, yelled in my face and slapped at my hand and when I started getting worse he looked like he was going to hit me or choke me, his hands were so close to me thrashing around and snapping in my face. I was so scared I went to get my bag and I’ll never forget the way he told me come back here, you’re not done. And unlike Miles Teller I’m a five foot tall teen girl that was terrified of this tall strong man that could badly hurt me if he wanted to, and it made me cry in front of him. But I stayed frozen in place and went back to my instrument because he was telling me to. Of course I made it even harder on myself because the tears blurred my vision.

He told me to play the “Moonlight Sonata” from the fall competition in September. Good, he said. Now with your eyes closed. And I tried, and when I fell off I mumbled an apology and asked to start again. He said, sure. And he came up behind me and put his hands over my eyes and said play. I was at a loss for words. I was shaking, and if you heard me from outside the band room you’d notice all the vibrato where there should have been none.

When I finished he sighed, nodded, and said, good. He patted my shoulders and stepped away and said, “that was pretty good. See?” We had been alone for that whole hour until the bell rang and kids were lined up outside for first. It was when they started pulling on the door I realized it had been locked. He told me that I should come back tomorrow for zero period, and that it would be worth it in the end. Oh, and that he was sorry for how he acted. At the end of class he told us no zero period tomorrow.

Something you should know is that he’s never been like this with anyone, not that I know of. Unless it’s happened to someone in private, but everyone loves him. He’s nice, always keeps the mood light, and makes jokes to lighten us up when we’re stressed. He’d never bring us down when we messed up. He was patient. So when I tried talking to people about this, they looked at me like I was crazy. When class started l stayed because I have first period with him. I kept to myself, neglected my friends to quietly practice with my eyes closed, and even then he kept glancing at me from across the room, nodding at me while he helped the other students.

They say all of our previous music teachers had been quacks. One was a pedophile. One left his wife to marry a student. This guy was praised as the first not creepy music teacher in decades, as well as the youngest and cutest one. I didn’t ever find him creepy, I felt safe and comfortable alone with him. Like I said, I had a little crush on him. Until that day. It was like a switch went off and he showed a side of himself we never see. I wasn’t sure if it was me that was making him act like this but I was scared of him and considered reporting him to the principal.

I came in for zero period because I was worried I had to. I told him I would leave if I wanted to, and to keep the door unlocked. He surprised me with coffee, somehow remembering how I like it from the time we all went to Starbucks after a show. We practiced playing with my eyes closed. I kept opening them in frustration so once again he went behind me and put his hands over my eyes. But this time it felt like he was holding me, he was that close. He wasn’t angry like yesterday, but still he was stern. He said, you know I feel you blinking in my hands, you have to really close your eyes. Relax. Breathe. He took my left wrist and held it to watch my pulse while I played. It was too fast.

Is it me? he asked. I nodded. He smiled, said okay, I’m sorry, left my side and proceeded to not touch me for the remaining forty minutes. He didn’t praise me when I did good, didn’t say anything. He’d just look at me with a certain look to see if I knew what he meant by it. It was like he was testing me, psychologically. This session was even worse than the first and I had to leave to throw up. When I returned class started and I was jittery and spilled my coffee on the band room floor. My friend noticed his name on the cup when she picked it up. No zero period tomorrow, he said again.

By Thursday morning, I had been awake since 3. I had a nightmare he forced himself on me. It sucked, and I still think about it sometimes. I couldn’t look him in the eye. He was chipper. Teasing me the way guy teachers do and making jokes. Said he was thinking of bringing me coffee but didn’t want me spilling it again. The practicing was almost normal. He didn’t touch me and didn’t stand too close. Except at one point he tucked my hair behind my ears and asked me if he could turn off my hearing aids. I was confused, but I let him.

He told me to play the Moonlight Sonata. I couldn’t hear every note, especially because my right ear is more deaf and that’s what’s closer to the pitch antenna. I’d look at him and he’d either nod or shake his head. He never told me to close my eyes though. He did tell me to practice. I did. I practiced for hours at home in spite of myself.

Friday morning, he showed up late to zero period. I can imagine he was somewhere listening to me play. He came in, asked me to sit down. Do you know why I’m making you do all this Daphne? The solo at the end of the show, it’s yours. The solo in less than a month, to be exact, that none of us thought was going to be a thing. It’s yours, would you want it?

In class he told everyone to direct their attention to me. He took out a black cloth from his pocket, walked over to me with a smile, and blindfolded me with it. Then he turned off my hearing aids. I felt him next to my ear, he said, “Daphne? Claire de lune.” In a JK Simmons-esque evil fuckery turn of events, he switched it on me. Yes, I knew Claire de lune, it’s what I auditioned to him with when I asked to join orchestra with my unique instrument. But I had practiced the Beethoven song all week. Still, I was feeling things very strongly about having a featured solo in our biggest recital and I played as well as I could.

I could hear the applause so clearly, and him going, “great job, Daphne!” I pretended to turn my hearing aids back on, but didn’t. I’d just nod to whatever people were telling me and zoned them out. And that was it. One-on-one practice never came up again.

This is the story of how I got my first big solo. I call it hell week. It ruined my relationship with my music teacher and while he never tried shit on me again, I never stopped being weary of him. Though the winter recital was a hit, I rejected his next solo offer that came up in spring. As a senior, I have his zero period but not his class. I don’t come when I don’t need to. He recently gave me the offer to play at halftime at the first local college football game in 2024, and it would be very special but my parents can’t take me and I don’t feel comfortable driving by myself so that would mean riding in a car with him, having lunch and dinner together, and riding home together late at night, unless we were to get a hotel. And I’ve never told my parents the extent of what he did. So I have a lot of thinking to do. In the end, I’m an adult now and it’s my decision to make.

I’ve always enjoyed being unique, being the “only one,” so that I feel special and like I have something to myself. People pay more attention to you, enjoy you, especially one-on-one. But I don’t like very much being the only theremin player. I’ve told him before, I’m self taught, there’s no one around to teach me and no one in our town or region that plays the instrument I do. I’m all alone in this, and I can tell he really likes that and holds me to high, special standards because of it. Like I’m the prized possession of his orchestra. After the winter recital he was so pleased with me he kissed my forehead. It made me feel confusing, warped feelings and I had to fight the feeling of pride and the feelings of being cherished and wanted, that he uses to manipulate me. Just me, it always seems it’s just me. I have to fight enjoying that too. I think that if he wasn’t so conventionally attractive and if I wasn’t such a horny teenager I’d have no problem controlling myself around him. I start to get excited from him. thrilled around him, even when I’m scared.

If I mention him again, he’s Mr. S. And I’m starting to get worried he’s obsessed with me.

#weeping laurels #weeping laurels mr. s #story time #orchestra #high school band #teachers pet #unfortunately #whiplash #i mean seriously #obsessive behavior #crush #vaguely

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cerinefalls · 3 years ago

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One Bed {A Shoto Todoroki xReader Trope-Fic}

This work is the first of a series.

3290 words

MHA/BNHA trope fic

fluff

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On this lovely night, an unexpected stop had UA in a tizzy. Of course, something had gone wrong. You were on a trip with the hero course, after all. The bus came to a screeching halt in the darkness, which woke most of the students aboard.

"Is everyone alright?" Aizawa stood groggily from his bus seat and turned to face the body of students behind him. It looked like students weren't the only ones awoken by the unexpected stop.

"We're fine, Mr. Aizawa." Denki shot a thumbs up in the direction of his teacher, letting him know that his group had been fine.

"Yep, looking good on this side of the bus!" Kirishima seconded. The two boys were right. 1A's side of the bus was hardly affected by the whiplash-inducing pause in their trip.

The same could not be said for Class B. Due to the direction of the bus, Class B's student body had ended up halfway on the floor. Aizawa could clearly see this when he turned to ask for a status update, but he accepted the 'I'm fine' from his students and sat down long before anyone addressed it.

"I'm sorry, kids. Somethin's wrong with the engine." The bus driver hopped up out of his seat and bowed at the front of the aisle. It was some form of apology, though no one believed it was needed.

"It's fine," Shouta grumbled from his seat. "Vlad will get us rooms somewhere so we can wait out the night. It's unsafe to stay here with villains roaming around." After a few moments of back and forth between the hero-course teachers, Vlad cracked and began searching for hotels nearby.

Soon enough, classes 1A and 1B had walked to a nearby hotel. You'd arrived safely! What a feat for this school. As soon as you walked in, though, you could tell why arriving safely wasn't the worst of your concerns. Immediately whispers began floating amongst students.

"Enough." Aizawa progressed to the front of the group and shushed them, which with his demeanor worked quickly. Everyone turned their attention to him and listened to what he had to say. "They have been kind enough to let us bring all of you here. Be respectful."

"Yeah, because all their rooms were empty..." One student joked from the back. They instantaneously regretted their decision.

"Go to the front and get your room keys." Vlad pointed in the direction of the check-in desk while Aizawa dealt with the problem-child.

What a time! Staying in a hotel with unknown reviews on a night you were meant to be safe in your dorms. This had to be the safest, most organized thing UA had ever allowed to happen, right? It was no surprise at this point. You let your annoyed thoughts sink to the back of your mind as you walked to the room you were assigned and swiped your key.

Wait- what was that? Something brushed your hand as you reached for the door. You snatched your hand back, fight or flight switched on in your unfamiliar surroundings, but when you turned around, all you saw was a puzzled face on one of your classmates.

"Shoto?" You questioned, startled but settling down. He nodded in response.

"The woman at the desk gave me a key to this room," he explained.

"She gave me a key to this room," you elaborated, matching the confusion he was displaying.

"Maybe we are meant to share it," he suggested. You hadn't thought about that. The hotel was housing forty-one students and two teachers, so it'd make sense if you were supposed to share rooms. You nodded.

"It isn't impossible." You wanted to make sure, though. Reaching your hand over again, you placed the black bar on the back of your card against the lock. With a click, it opened. "Hm, now you try." You stepped back to give him room.

Todoroki took a few moments to realize what you were trying to do, but once he did, he stood to attention. Shoto placed the bar of his own card onto the lock, and just as it had with yours, the lock opened. He stepped forward with a hum, pushing open the door and waiting for you to enter.

"Oh? Thank you." You tried not to sound worried as you carried yourself as well as your bag into the room. It was separated! How lovely. For a ditsy-looking hotel, the room sure seemed nice. You sat your bag next to the couch and put your exhausted body to rest right above it, falling on the furniture with a thud.

Todoroki wasn't far behind you, closing the door when he walked in and placing his bag next to the armchair. He took a seat on the chair and turned in your direction.

"You should shower," He said plainly.

"Are you calling me stinky?" You joked, attempting to make light of the soon-to-be awkward situation. It appeared your humor was completely lost on this one, though, because instead of a laugh, you saw a dull face and slow-shaking head.

"No, not like that." Todoroki denied your claim. "I'm saying we were doing field training, and you should clean up. I'll let you go first." He was keen on giving you the first chance at things. It was sweet of him, no matter how bland he was while doing it. Kindness was kindness, and you weren't about to turn kindness down.

"Right," you agreed, not surprised your joke had flown over this boy's head. For someone half cold-half hot, his personality sure took after one side at a time.

You slowly stood off the couch and grabbed your bag, walking towards the washroom. After addressing him with a final nod of thanks, you disappeared past the doorframe. Once steam began to seep past the crack underneath, Shoto reached for his bag and took out his phone, knowing you were comfortable in the shower.

40 Missed Calls from "Father."

Shoto swiped the notifications away and went to text endeavor with an update. By the time he'd passive-aggressively responded to his father's concerns and beat three levels of his 'brain games,' you'd emerged from the shower and opened the door.

"I only had my casual clothes as spares, so I'll be sleeping in a t-shirt tonight. I hope you brought something." You spoke embarrassedly as Todoroki stared you down. It was odd how long his eyes were fixed on your wet hair, almost as if he was trying to figure something out. Even as you walked back to the couch and sat down- his eyes followed the upper half of your body and studied you.

After this prolonged experience, he went right back to normal without speaking a word. All he did was nod at you as you had him, walking into the washroom and shutting the door. You didn't see any steam after he turned the water on, which you thought was mildly confusing. Had he stepped in already? Apparently so, though you didn't figure this out until fifteen minutes later when he finally emerged.

"Go use the restroom before bed." A half-dressed Shoto Todoroki walked back into the 'living room' with completely dry hair. While you'd covered your upper body, he'd covered his lower. Had that been why he'd stared at you before? He was even making a point to fluff his hair with his hands, taking his seat back on the armchair.

"Good idea." You replied, quickly scurrying to the washroom once again. You hadn't realized it, but you needed to pee. You'd first noticed on the bus, but since the stress of the situation got to you, you'd completely forgotten.

When you approached the toilet, you saw the handle of the shower through your peripheral vision. It was turned completely towards the cold setting. Todoroki washed up in that? No wonder his mood was as cold as his right side.

After washing and drying your hands, you joined Todoroki once again. It was nearing time for the two of you to go to sleep, and neither of you checked the bedroom yet. That gave you an idea.

"Hey, Todoroki, let's look around the room before bed." You suggested.

"But, your hair?" He sounded confused.

"What about my hair?" You questioned him, patting your head in an attempt to find what he was talking about.

"You shouldn't go to bed with wet hair. It can make you sick." Todoroki stated quietly. For someone so brief in speaking, his attention to detail was uncanny. "Aizawa would be annoyed if you got sick." He reminded you, and he was probably right. That, as well as the fact that being sick sounded rather unappealing with recovery girl hours away.

"You're right." You nodded in agreeance with him. "Let me go dry it-"

"Let me." Shoto Todoroki just offered to dry your hair. Something about the idea seemed... unsafe.

"Why you?" You questioned, intrigued.

"You didn't do it the first time and I know where the hairdryer is." He stood up and walked towards the room again, opening the door and waiting for you. "Unless you don't want me to."

"Hairdryer?" You were unsure of that. The last thing you wanted was for your hair to get damaged in some way. You thought about it, though. Todoroki's hair was well-kept and looked healthy. It was unlikely he'd do anything wrong, even if your hair was a bit different. "I... trust you." You nodded, following him and standing in front of the sink.

"Okay, stand still." He reached behind the door and took out a cloth bag. From the bag, he pulled out a white, clunky hairdryer. When Shoto plugged it in, the lights in the washroom flickered, startling you.

"You used that on your head!?" You expressed your concern openly.

"No. I don't use hairdryers. I just know how to because Fuyumi taught me. This one doesn't seem safe, though." Todoroki unplugged the hairdryer and sat it on the ironing board, far away from any water sources. " I could dry your hair how I dry my own if you're okay with that."

"Oh, you towel dry? Or does your hair air-dry fast?" You had to admit, you were slightly interested.

"Neither," he shook his head.

"Then..."

"I use my flames."

"What?"

"Midoriya suggested I practice using smaller flames for simple tasks. It helps me." Todoroki demonstrated, a small blaze lighting from his palm. It was interesting to watch such a controlled flame come from him when he'd been a walking inferno during training. "I started using it to dry things because it was safer with water around."

"So you haven't been doing this for very long?" You were skeptical of this method, though as you'd noted before, his hair was still healthy. Clearly, he was doing something right.

"No, I have not, but I've accumulated a skill for it. I'm comfortable containing a flame this size for a long time now." Todoroki explained

It took you a few minutes to consider, time he spent sitting on the edge of the tub and playing with his fire. It was refreshing to see him using it so comfortably when it was clearly not his strongest point. Not trusting him with it seemed almost rude now. "I've made my decision," you turned his way, earning a look of interest. "I still trust you. Show me how you dry your hair." Though you were not sure, you could almost swear you saw a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was hard to tell, though, because it lasted only a moment before he stood and walked behind you again.

"Stand still." He requested, raising his right hand just next to the edge of your silhouette. He carefully guided a warm flame around your head. It quickly evaporated the water nearest the air around the two of you but did nothing for the soaked roots. After a thoughtful hum, Todoroki made a tactical decision. He started to section your hair, slowly but surely getting to the root without burning you. After he was done, he fluffed your hair like he had fluffed his own and took a step back.

"Thank you." You smiled, looking over your shoulder in the mirror. In the reflection, you saw a well-contented Shoto Todoroki, looking at his righthand proudly. You dare not mention it for fear of embarrassing him, but it made you smile.

"Thank you for the opportunity." He nodded respectfully, opening the door fully and waiting for you to step out. Once you did, he followed.

The two of you stood in the makeshift hallway until someone yawned, making you giggle. It was time to check out the bedroom, a unanimous decision you'd made. With a loud creak, the door opened and the two of you stepped in.

It wasn't what you expected, to say the very least. You walked into what looked like a beautiful bedroom! It was minimalistically styled, a good choice for a hotel. It was even spacious enough for multiple beds! But... there weren't. You walked into a bedroom that only housed four pieces of furniture; a console table, a dresser, a nightstand, and a California king-sized bed.

"Did we miss something?" You asked, walking around and checking each of the walls. Nothing seemed out of place, and you didn't see any buttons.

"No. The woman told me there would be one bed located in the bedroom area." Shoto explained, placing his bag down by the door. He'd brought your bag as well and placed it on the opposite side of the door. "I was planning on sleeping in the opposite room had I gotten a roommate. I want you to take the bed." It would of course make sense to have the stronger student by the front in the event of an attack, but he did not tell you that.

"There are windows in this room. I think it's safer if we stick together." You suggested, trying to think of ways the two of you could share the space comfortably. The bed looked big enough to fit two full-sized Fatgums, so it wasn't impossible.

"Are you comfortable with me staying here? There's plenty of room in the front if you're worried about me falling off." He reassured you of his safety. Todoroki knew it'd be better to cover both potential entrances, but he also considered your mental well-being. If it made you feel safer with another person, he'd stay.

"I..." You thought for a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed. The all too familiar coolness of the hotel bedspread made up your mind for you. "I'd prefer if you stayed with me." You couldn't possibly make him stay on the couch. He was well-mannered and respectful. It wasn't like you'd struck out and gotten stuck with Bakugo. Keeping Shoto away from the comfort of a hotel bed simply wasn't an option- or at least, not one you were considering.

"Thank you." He nodded. "What side of the bed do you want?" Once again, he was giving you the first pick. You couldn't tell if this instance was him being polite or indecisive, nor did you truly care. His offer allowed you to pick the side of the bed you were most comfortable with, and you did.

Todoroki closed the door and climbed into bed next to you, keeping to his edge. You didn't notice until you rolled over. You thought you'd hit his leg and went to apologize, but he wasn't next to you. The poor boy was barely hugging the edge of the bed.

"Todoroki-" You called out quietly, at a loss for what to say, really.

"Yes?" He answered without a hint of tiredness in his voice. How could he be? Hugging the corner had to be taking some serious effort.

"I'm not scared of you or anything. You can lay down on the bed if you want to." You reminded him you were allowing him near you despite his previous offer. It almost felt like he was scared of you.

"Oh." Hesitantly he rolled back onto the mattress.

"Have you never shared a bed with anyone?" You questioned, unaware of the can you just opened.

Todoroki sat up and turned on the lamp, shaking his head 'no.' Then, and you weren't sure for how long, he went on a tangent about his home life. Shoto explained calmly that until recently, he hadn't had a chance to make friends and enjoy people for who they were. It was far from the simple answer you wanted, but it was enlightening, to say the least.

"So, I do not have much experience in this sort of thing. I do most things alone." He concluded, turning to face you in the dimly lit room. He hadn't looked at you the whole time, appearing lost in his own mind for most of the conversation. It was almost as though you were just an outlet for him at the moment.

"I see," you nodded. There wasn't much you could do. From the way he described it, you didn't pity him. On the contrary, you thought he was strong for enduring after having been dealt such a foul hand in life. None of his stories surprised you, either. They all fit together, woven into one silent-loathing UA first-year. "Can I ask you something?" You asked, hoping he'd allow your next question.

"Yes," he replied with no visual facial cues.

"Could I help you learn to do things... not alone? As a hero, you'll need to be comfortable around your peers." At least, that was the reason you gave him. It was not why you'd asked, though. You did not pity him, but you did feel as though a support system was what he needed. If that had to start with you and Midoriya, it was fine by you.

"That would be nice." Shoto laid down in the bed, turning the lamp out once more. It was silent for a while- a peaceful silence that you rather enjoyed. It definitely did not remain that way, though. You broke the silence with a shocked gasp when you felt something come behind you and wrap around your waist. You knew what it was even though you could hardly believe it.

"Shoto?" You called him by name. He only hummed in acknowledgment, waiting for you to ask your question. "Why are you..?"

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" His hold loosened and he backed up, fearing he'd done something wrong. "Natsuo told me that if I was ever put in this situation I should make sure they feel warm and protected. Are you too warm? Or do you feel unsafe?" Shoto had clearly taken his brother's joking advice a bit too seriously.

"Oh? No, no." You figured there was no harm in it, it'd just shocked you. "You can practice on me, but next time it's Midoriya's turn."

Todoroki nodded against your neck, scooted in closer than he had been before. Thank the heavens above for the air conditioning unit, because otherwise, you might have actually been 'too hot.' His quirks weren't the only thing half cold-half hot- his whole body was. Maybe it was some offset of his determination, but you surely felt the difference across your skin.

You had no time to critique his temporal settings. Before you could get out another word, you heard a soft snore from behind you. Shoto Todoroki had fallen asleep already. It was looking like those cuddle-puddles Ochako tried to set up may have actually been a good idea. Even you felt tired now.

The two of you slept under odd circumstances that night, close and comfy. It was a mighty good thing no one checked for a pullout sofa.

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zukuist · 4 years ago

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𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬

— dedicated to valentines day

includes: several characters

your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral reader

part 02

notes: because i would be cool for some nice hugs rn, also no proofread bc it’s 4am here

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midoriya izuku

— the SAFE hug

to me, he’d be one of the best people to get hugs from, plus he looks like he needs it the most. though, he might be a nervous wreck before the actual hug, he’ll start off strong. he’ll give a nervous smile to you (not nervous at you,) of course, but rather at the idea of letting you down. he’ll slide his hands along your back, quite careful to not accidentally touch anything that would cross any boundaries. depending on your height, he’ll either press his cheek against the side of your forearm, or he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder. he’ll pat his hands on your back, and it’s quite soothing actually. he’ll ask you if he’s hugging you too tightly, but he’s holding you perfectly. it distracts him for a bit

bakugō katsuki

— the FORCEFUL hug

it sounds.. painful. but i promise it’s not all that bad. if he wants a hug, he won’t be really direct about it. yet, his intentions are pretty clear from the way his eyes trail you down, following your every move. then when you’re alone, he’ll call for your attention lowly. and before you could say anything, he’s tugging and almost slamming you against his chest. his arms are wrapped around you, and he’s not saying anything at all. his warmth does compensate for the amount of force he’s inflicting on you, and it sure does calm you down from the raging glare on his face, basically telling you to be quiet. fear not, because his hugs will decrease in harshness throughout the many times he’ll hug you.

todoroki shotō

— the BACK hug

at first, he doesn’t really know what to do with hugs. he wasn’t really at the receiving end of them, ever since he was a kid. it might be a little awkward and stiff at first, but the issue is immediately solved, because he seems to really love giving back hugs. he likes to give you a warning before hand, so he’ll stand behind you first. you’re quite aware of his presence already, because the room had became warmer or cooler just slightly. then, he’ll gently pull you against his chest, rocking you back and forth. similar to midoriya, he’ll rest his head on either your shoulder, or on the top of your head. he’ll ask you how your day has been so far, or if the hug feels too hot or too cold. it’s soft, but just disregard the first couple of times

kaminari denki

— the PLAYFUL hug

nearly crashes into you whenever he tries to hug you, while also producing apologies in the middle of his fit of laughter. it would’ve been unfortunate to be honest, but it’s alright. because it makes you laugh, to the point it lightens the situation up. despite his flirtatious attitude, he usually starts the hug off with a crash because he’s too shy to even approach you slowly, worried he’d see your expression and short circuit. which is also why he’s not so opposed to backhugs. the crash is quite electrifying, i’ll give you that, but over the times, he’ll learn how to approach you slowly. because whiplash isn’t pretty

kirishima eijirō

— the PERFECT hug

another person that would give the best hugs, him and midoriya for sure give the best ones. he doesn’t hug too tight or too loosely, and he’ll usually choose to hug you from the side. why? because he likes pressing his cheek against yours while he’s hugging you. it’s super up-close and personal, but hugs were always like that to him. you don’t need much of a warning when he goes to hug you, because you already know it’s him from the way his hands gently press against your forearms. he does this, so if you weren’t ij a mood for a hug, you could just move away, and it would be left at that.

shinsō hitoshi

— the CALM yet INTENSE hug

when he hugs you, it’s calm. and not in the way like todoroki’s hug. it’s calm to the point you guys could just.. collapse and morph into the ground forever. it’s intense, despite no other words besides “stay still” are being said. his hands will trace up your forearms and up to your shoulders. so if you’re up for a hug, he could just pull you against his chest, the calm, warm feeling engulfing your entire body with ease. it kind of feels like that one moment where you finally get into a comfortable position on your bed when you finally have to break free, you find yourself yearning for the next time you’ll hug him again.

togata mirio

— the FIRM hug

not ashamed of wanting hugs. anyways, does mirio even know shame in the first place? he’ll be really direct with his request. arms pulled wide open, as he asks you with that charming smile of his “where’s my hug?” he’ll laugh at your response, not long before he pulls you in. and i mean, pulls you in for a bear hug. you just know that you won’t be leaving his arms anytime soon, because not even the strongest of winds can make mirio togata release you. but then he’ll go on with his usual conversations with you so casually. to the point people have learned to accept that this is really mirio, and that it’s practically normal for him to do this type of thing.

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©️ izukulie 2021, bnha|mha belongs to horikoshi kohei. do not steal ❕

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soramei · 3 years ago

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Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

Taglist (reply to be tagged!): @planetdemon @hvunvely @fluffybitch0325 @fashi0nablee @juststop88 @straykisz @theultimaterad @margaritas-en-la-montania @meowtella @xsam1992x

The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

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ignitedbynatsu · 3 years ago

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Jealousy pt. 2

A/N: another update whatt 👀 here is the long awaited part 2 of jealousy! I hope you like it @softiebadbitch! I've written a couple more one shots, which are currenlty in my drafts, but I'm gonna be spreading them over the next couple weeks (at least try to because I'm so impatient af) since I have finals and not much time to come up with complete new story ideas.

Genre: maybe a bit of angst? Fluff

Warnings: some swearing, some doubt about the relationship

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He shouldn’t mind, he never spared it any thought before, so why did it bother him now so much? He’s used to your extreme friendliness, so why was it that he was only now getting annoyed by it? Was it because of Laxus? It couldn’t possibly be, he trusted the both of you with his whole heart. The only thing he was certain of was the fact that something didn’t sit right with him when he saw you and Laxus return from the job, shoving each other playfully around. He shouldn’t be surprised that you managed to crack Laxus, you had that effect on people after all, but for him also to break so easily? It just didn’t feel right.

“There you are!” your angelic voice filled his ears, and all of his worries he that had occupied his mind only seconds ago, suddenly seemed to vanish when you placed a short sweet kiss on his lips as a way of saying hello.

“How was the job?” Freed smiled down at you as he waited for you extravagant explanation you always gave when you returned from a mission.

“Laxus was totally exaggerating, he could’ve easily done the job by himself” You playfully roll your eyes at how he made it sound like you were the only one who could’ve helped him with the job “but it was fun! I finally got to see a more personal side of Laxus. I now truly understand why you admire him so much. He really is an amazing mage and surprisingly funny too!”

On the outside, the green-haired mage nodded along as you kept explaining all the ‘cool’ stuff Laxus did during the mission, while on the inside he wanted nothing more but for you to stop talking. He was acting petty, he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself “sounds like you two had a lot of fun, how about we end the day with a home-cooked meal and a movie?”

Freed was ready to leave these weird feelings behind and just bask in your love and affection, but you seemed to have other plans, quite literally for that matter “I would love to, but Laxus had already asked me to join him for some drinks to celebrate the success of the job”

“I see” he pressed his lips in a thin line as his eyes trailed towards the blonde mage. He knew he and his two other friends were planning something by the way they were talking and sneaking a glance at the two of you every so often. He just hadn’t quite figured out what. Did they have a bet that you wouldn’t be able to crack Laxus? Or was it something different?

He opted for the second option when Laxus appeared by your side, not sparing Freed even a glance “You ready to go?” The way Laxus hand rested on your lower back to guide you out of the guild, made the hairs on his arms stand up, but he refused to show any hint of annoyance.

“Bye, love, see you tonight!” You called out to Freed as you let Laxus guide you out of the guild.

The following days, the uneasy feeling never left Freed, in fact, it only got worse. He could feel his calm and composed act break, but he didn’t care. The anxiety and jealousy he was feeling were much more important than a stupid image. He still couldn’t wrap his head around what was going, and perhaps that was the most frustrating part of it all.

He shouldn’t feel jealous, he knows he shouldn’t. He knew you two would never do something to hurt you, he knew that deep down, and yet his mind kept playing tricks on him, sending him down the dark rabbit hole known as doubt.

It was only when Laxus willingly gave you a hug, that he decided he had enough “Okay, what the actual fuck is going on”

You were taken aback by the strong language coming out of your boyfriend's mouth. You didn’t know whether to be more shocked at the fact that he raised his voice out of nowhere or the fact that he just cussed at you. “I- What?”

“What’s going on between you two? And don’t you dare say nothing. You’re suddenly best buddies out of nowhere and decide to never leave each other alone for more than a second after that. Didn’t you two think that was at least a bit suspicious? You better come clean with me right now, or so help me God” Freed’s eyes were literally shooting fire as they darted between you and Laxus.

You had never seen this side of your boyfriend, and it kind of terrified you. Terrified by how he suddenly blew up without any warning. Did he give you any signs this past week? Were you being a horrible significant other for not hesitating for a moment and take his feelings into account? You should’ve known, but then again, why hasn’t this happened before considering you’re like this with everyone else too?

“Freed, I-“ You were still somewhat speechless, and before you could even sincerely apologize, you heard Bickslow cheering from behind you “finally!”

You whipped your head back so quick, you’re surprised it didn’t give you whiplash as you looked at him and evergreen who were now approaching you three “Took you long enough”

“It’s still less than a week” Laxus shrugged nonchalantly. Freed had cooled down a bit, but his eyes still held a hint of rage in them, “what the hell is going on?”

“Oh my, Freed, you sure get a foul mouth when you break your façade” Evergreen snickered while the said mage shot her a death glare, absolutely not in the mood for her snarky remarks.

“Can someone please tell me, us-” your eyes darted towards Freed for a mere second when you said that before eying your other friends again “-what is going on?

“Right, right. So, Evergreen over here was confused as to how Freed never got jealous over the fact that you’re so friendly with everyone” Once again you were questioning your qualities of being a good girlfriend “and then we realized that we had never seen Freed break his composed attitude under any circumstance-“

“so you thought, why not toy with our relationship?” the annoyance coated every word that left the green-haired mage’s lips. To say that he was disappointed in his friends was putting it mildly.

“It makes us look like bad friends if you put it that way” Evergreen mumbled as she looked away in shame. To be fair, she didn’t think Laxus would actually succeed in his job.

“Because you kinda are, right now” Freed sighed in disbelief at the obvious statement Evergreen just made “and for you to actually participate in one of Evergreen’s scheme’s, Laxus? What did they offer? You know what? I don’t care. Hope it was worth it.”

Freed stormed out of the guild, ignoring the shouts of his friends. You sighed deeply before finally speaking up as well “what you guys did, was kind of messed up, but I’ll talk with Freed about it and get him to soften up a little.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). We really never meant for this to happen. We’re so sorry” Bickslow apologized with the other two chiming in.

“Whether he forgives you guys is up to him, but I’ll see what I can do.” You hummed, ready to leave as well but stopped when you heard Laxus voice. “What about you?”

“Next time when you have an idea like that again, maybe stop and think about our feelings too. See you guys tomorrow” You gave them a small smile and actually left this time.

Once home, you immediately noticed a frustrated Freed, sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. “I’m home”

“(Y/N), I-“ You stop him before he can muster any more words “stop if you’re going to apologize, don’t. You had every right to act the way you did. I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner, now that I think about it. I’ve been acting like a terrible girlfriend and for that I’m sorry, I’ll do better from now on. I promise”

Freed quickly got up and took a couple of long strides before stopping in front of you. He placed both his hand on your cheeks, lifting it slightly, so you were looking him in the eyes “No, you stop that right now. You’re not a bad girlfriend, you’re the furthest thing from it. I knew what I would get myself into when I asked you to be my girlfriend. I didn’t expect you to change, nor do I expect that from you now. I’ve let my insecurities taken over whenever I saw you with Laxus, which I should’ve never done since I deeply love and trust the both of you.”

“You know I would never leave you for Laxus, right?” You whispered, scared that if you’d talk any louder your voice would break. “You should really give yourself some more credit. Laxus isn’t superior to you. In any case, you are superior to him”

“You only say that because you love me” he rolled his eyes, but appreciated your attempt at cheering him up nonetheless.

“Maybe, but does that really matter? You’re perfect the way you are, and I love you with every single cell in my body and believe me there are a lot” You joked lightly, trying to get rid of the tense mood, in which you succeeded cause you even managed to get a light chuckle out of Freed. “In all seriousness, though, I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t trust me.”

“And I’m sorry for even doubting you in the first place” He removed his hands from your cheeks as he placed a soft kiss on top of your head while wrapping his arms around your figure, your hand automatically sneaked around his waist as you laid your head against his chest.

“You know, Bickslow, Ever and Laxus really didn’t mean any harm but that horrible stunt they did” you mumbled as you both swayed slightly from side to side.

“I know, I’ll forgive them eventually, I just want to let them dwell on it for a little bit more.” He hummed in agreement. You lifted your head from his chest to look at him with an amused smirk on your lips, “what?”

“You really do have an evil side when you get ticked off. Remind me to never get on your bad side” you shook your head in amusement before laying your head back on his chest, feeling the vibration of his laughter against the side of your head.

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chocoholicannanymous · 3 years ago

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Concepts in Action (Glee)

Follow-up to Concepts of Insanity, spawned by a talk with @jwmelmoth

Slighty different mood than that one, but same base principle.

Returning to the loft after skating should be a relief after the awkwardness of doing such a loaded activity with his ex. Except it doesn't feel that good, and he's got some uncomfortable suspicions regarding Blaine's backpack.

“So, dad. You brought Blaine. Exactly when's his ticket back?”

“Day after tomorrow, same as mine.”

“Right. And where is he staying?”

“Well...” His dad's facial expression answers that question in a way that makes Kurt's heart sink.

Fan.Tast.Ic.

“So when you said I could return my present if I wanted to, exactly how was that supposed to work? It isn't, is it? I'm stuck with him whether I want to or not.”

“Kurt!”

His dad's voice is full of surprise and a bit of censor, but Kurt isn't going to let that influence him. His dad's crossed a line, and Kurt's not going to pretend otherwise.

“Remember the first Christmas after mom passed away? How you sat me down and apologized for my presents, before I'd even opened them, because you just weren't good at buying gifts? And remember how I told you that anything you'd gotten me would be perfect, because it was from you and I loved you? Yes?

“Okay. I still love you, but I'm taking the rest of that back. You coming here to tell me you have cancer was bad enough. Finding out you consider my ex an acceptable 'gift' for Christmas goes from bad to really shitty, and I don't know what you were thinking. Especially seeing as apparently you felt it was okay to tell him about your cancer before telling me.”

“I didn't want you to be alone.”

Kurt just stares, unable to process.

“I have cancer, and I knew you'd have a hard time to deal. I brought Blaine because I figured you'd need the support, the comfort.”

“And you brought my ex for that?”

Then again, support wasn't Blaine's strongest suit even when we were together, was it?

“Hey, you're the one who told me he wasn't just your boyfriend, he was your best friend too.”

“Yes, but that was before” he cheated on me “we broke up.”

His dad still doesn't seem to get it and Kurt can't take it.

“You know what, I need some air. I'm going to take a walk. You stay here, make sure Blaine stays out of my bedroom.”

Kurt starts out with going around the block, but he's still upset after and takes another loop, this time longer. It takes half an hour for him to feel ready to go back inside and deal.

Sitting on the couch with his dad and Blaine as they watch baseball is annoying as hell. Any other time, he'd take the closeness and read Vogue, especially now that his dad has admitted to knowing about it. But with Blaine actually watching and interacting with his dad about the game Kurt feels uncomfortable not doing the same. So he tries. Once he gives up and reaches for his magazine he heard his dad and Blaine joke about having bet about how long he'd hold out.

And then the next hit comes.

“So, Kurt, I know that this might be a bit weird for you, and you can totally say no if you want to,” sure, just like I could return the 'gift' of your presence, “ but I'm applying to NYADA for next year.”

Kurt sighs silently. Of course he is. The thing is, he can see it, the way Blaine probably assumes it'll play out. Blaine moving to New York, going to NYADA, buddying up to Rachel just like in high school... Kurt being expected to just take it, regardless of if he had been accepted or not. Any contacts Kurt might have gotten supposed to be at Blaine's beck and call, Blaine talking his way into Kurt's classes trying to replace him, like he had in Glee and with Cheerios... Kurt bending over backwards to make Blaine happy, just like in high school.

Because there would never be a chance of him being allowed to continue to say no to Blaine with them at the same school.

Thank god that's not going to happen.

And really, what was Blaine trying to do here? Pretending that Kurt's opinion mattered? The time for that would have been months ago, before applying.

“Oh really? You know what, I think NYADA might be perfect for you.” Not in terms of actual schooling, maybe, as Kurt's had the blinds torn off regarding Blaine's talent, but for the rest... He imagines Carmen Tibideaux subjecting Blaine to some of her special treatment. The definition of Karma, surely.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. From everything I've heard you'd get along really well with the dean, and well, Rachel seems to thrive. Good luck.”

With no encouragement to keep talking about NYADA Blaine wanders off to grab something to drink and Kurt refocuses on his dad, trying to squeeze out as much of this visit as possible.

“Hey Kurt? What does NUY want with you?”

Kurt turns his head so fast it feels like he's in danger of whiplash.

“Are you going through my mail? Stop it!”

The words come out hard and he can see both his dad and Blaine react. He doesn't care though.

“You know, you going through my personal things wasn't cute when we dated either. Back then I just cared more about keeping the peace than about keeping my privacy. Since that's not a problem anymore, let me just be clear. I might be allowing you to stay here, but that's not an invitation in any way. Not to snooping, not to feeling at home, and not to getting back together.

“This is my home, and you are – putting it kindly – a guest. Behave with the decency I know your mom expects of you. If you can't do that then leave.”

He wishes Blaine would, but knows it's not likely.

“Buddy...”

“Kurt! You can't mean that you'd throw me out. Where would I go?”

Blaine looks like Kurt has done the verbal equivalent of throwing a bucket of ice water in his face. It has no effect on Kurt's resolve though.

“I neither know nor care. You either respect my home or you don't stay in it. This is New York. There are thousands of hotels and hostels.”

His dad just stares at him, as if he doesn't know who Kurt is anymore, and it hurts. Out of all the people liking Blaine better than him Kurt had never figured his dad would be one. And yet here he was, feeling the same way as he'd once felt with Finn.

“Buddy, you're being a bit harsh here, don't you think? Yes, I'll admit that maybe bringing Blaine without warning you was a little...impulsive, but why are you so angry? And don't be so hardnosed about getting back together, for your own sake.

“Like I said earlier, love's important. Holding on to love is important. I don't want you to throw away what you and Blaine have, not when you never know what will happen, or how long you'll have that opportunity. It's a cruel world, Kurt, but having someone to share with makes it better.”

Kurt takes a deep breath and tries, really really tries to keep his bitterness in. He's not doing that great a job.

“Holding on to love is important, sure. But there's such a thing as holding on too long and too hard. Blaine and I broke up for good reasons, and I wish you'd respect that.”

It's like his dad isn't even hearing him though.

“You know, your mom and I found it hard being apart too.”

Kurt did know. As a kid he'd loved hearing about his mom's semester in France, and he'd been told enough to know that it'd been tough. He'd read some of their letters to each other though, and he doubts either of them dealt the way Blaine did.

“So? Yes, being apart is hard. But that isn't an excuse for everything. I didn't want to get you involved in all of this, but since that's obviously not going to be an option anymore, fine. Blaine cheated. He felt I didn't pay enough attention to him, you know, between finding a job and a place to stay, and making enough money to pay the bills, and generally trying to make myself a life here after he practically pushed me to go here.

“And so he went and found someone else to give him that attention.”

He practically spits out the last sentence. It feels good to finally allow himself to say it, but the look on his dad's face doesn't feel as good.

If he was less angry maybe he'd be able to stop himself, worry about his dad's heart. But the anger's been simmering too long for that.

“That's why we broke up, and that's why I find the idea of getting back together objectionable. And you can talk about holding on to love until you're blue in the face, but I'm not the one who needs that lecture.”

He swallows down the lump in his throat, but goes on.

“As for the rest of it, are you seriously suggesting I take back my cheating boyfriend because that's better than being alone? Or because I don't know how long I'll live? Because if you are... What's next, dad? Telling me I should marry him because you and mom didn't get enough time together?

“If any of those things are going through your head you are also welcome to leave. I'll never not welcome you in my home, dad, but I need you to respect me. I need you to not act like you're putting someone else's son above yours.”

That's a warning that hits the target, and it's obvious that Burt Hummel remembers a row of uncomfortable talks about Finn. He deflects by turning on Blaine though.

“You...”

“No, dad. It is over and done with. Leave him be. Just... Just leave it alone. I don't want to take anymore fighting. Please?”

They stare at each other and for a while Kurt wonders if he should have done as he normally does and just backed down. Swallowed down his hurt and anger and frustration, kept quiet about the injustices done to him, and just pretended to be okay. Tried to not upset his dad, and risk his health.

Except he's done that for years, and it's clearly not working. His dad's health has failed again, with the cancer – and no matter how good the prognosis, or the treatments available, a cancer diagnosis is a health failure. Plus his dad is trying to fix him and Blaine, out of some misguided idea that they're going to be the next Burt-and-Lizzie, and he never would have done that if Kurt'd been honest about the cheating instead of blaming distance.

At least Kurt hopes he wouldn't.

“Sometimes, dad, first loves end. They end because of death, or because they're not meant to last, or because of something else. And then you meet someone else, and they make your life amazing. I'm not going to deprive myself of that by holding on to something that's ended. Just like you didn't. You found love again. I will too.

“I just need to be allowed to do so.”

They keep staring at each other, and then his dad nods. Kurt can't help it, he throws himself in his dad's arms, with tears already beginning to fall.

As they hug Kurt hear Blaine muttering in the background about finding a hotel, but he doesn't care. The door to the loft closing feels like it's closing on him and Blaine too, and it's such a relief.

After several minutes they let go. Both need to remove traces of crying, but that's good.

Once they're seated again Kurt searches for something to talk about, but his dad beats him to it.

“So, NYU? Or should I pretend I didn't hear that?”

“No! I have been thinking about things, about school, and I was an idiot for not applying to more schools last year. So, I did some research and then I did something about it. I've applied to half a dozen schools, and I've already been accepted to one for the fall semester. I don't know if there's any school willing to take me for the spring, but if there's not I'll just keep working and try to save up money.”

“And what about NYADA?”

There's no judgment in his dad's voice, and Kurt smiles as he tries to describe the situation diplomatically.

“It's...not looking as good in my research as I thought, so while I did reapply there I'm not sure I want to go there. I really shouldn't have listened to Rachel last year, because as it turns out? NYADA actually isn't the most prestigious school for performing arts, and it's probably not even the best for me. I guess we were both a little starstruck, you know?”

The game is back on, but they ignore it and talk, and it's everything Kurt would have wanted.

O--o---o--O

Months later as classes start up Kurt receives voicemail after voicemail about Blaine starting at NYADA, about how bad it is that Kurt's not been accepted, about them meeting up. Kurt ignores them as he did the calls and walks into vogue.com with a smile.

He doesn't feel the least bad about not getting in. Hell, he didn't even apply for the fall semester.

No, Kurt's happy where he is, with his job at vogue.com, a spot at the New School and a couple of scholarships helping pay the way. Oh, and a new boyfriend, which also contributes to his happiness.

Turns out? Acting in new ways can get you new and rewarding results. All you got to do is try.

#chocoholic fics #kurt fic #kurt hummel #not for the klaint of heart #burt hummel #free kurt

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neverendingdream111 · 4 years ago

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“Ray of hope” [Bennett x gn!reader]

> sigh

> Another day, another comission, another adventure

> Another empty chest

> Bennett looked up at the sky which slowly started to darken as clouds became heavier, implying that it would rain soon

> He sighed, holding his injured arm with his other hand, trying not to stumble on some stone or root

> The city was still quite far away from his current location, which meant that he probably wouldn’t be able to make it before the start of the storm

> He should’ve been used to it by now, to be honest, judging how often these scenarios took place

> But sometimes, it was too much, even for him

> Besides, how long can someone stay optimistic while being the most unlucky person in all of Mondstadt?

> Still, he continued walking, his head up and eyes determined

> “It’s just a little rain! It won’t be that bad!” he kept reminding himself

> Just then the first thunder came and the rain started falling

> He jumped a little, shocked by the sound, getting soaked to the bone mere seconds after it began

> The boy looked around, trying to find somewhere to hide, but to no avail

> He was coming back from a comission in Cape Oath. He was still wondering how in the world he managed to get out of Dadaupa Gorge with only a small scratch on his knee - now, he was nearby in the area

> He should’ve been in the city by now, but while going back he found some ruins and, being the curious adventurer that he is, he decided to investigate them, which only resulted in more injuries and no treasure, whatsoever

> But back to the issue at hand - he wouldn’t be able to find a shelter mainly because staying under the trees in the storm wasn’t safe, and the only other place where he could hide were these strange cottage-like-buildings that hilichurls inhabited; and those were a definite no-no

> So, he started running, praying to the Archons that nothing too bad would happen to him

> Barbatos wasn’t in a mood to answer prayers today, it seemed

> He somehow managed to stumble across a bunch of cryo and anemo slimes, barerly escaping them, and also fell several times in the mud

> Bennett was exhausted, injured, hungry and utterly soaked and dirty

> He didn’t even know where he was going now. While running away from the slimes he might’ve strayed from the path, which resulted in him getting lost

> Great

> His lungs were burning from the constant running, the strong wind and rain making him shiver from the cold

> It wasn’t the first, and most likely not the last time he was in a situation like this

> But...

> It was too much

> He just wanted to go on an adventure, find some treasures

> He wanted to make his dads happy, so they’d be proud of him

> “I want to go home...”

> Whether the water on his face was the rain or his tears, he didn’t know

> The only thing that was on his mind was how much he wished he was in the safety of his home, under a warm blanket with a cup of hot chocolate in hand

> But he had to get to the city, he had to find a way, or else...

> The last thing he saw before passing out was a person running in his direction

> He slowly began waking up, blinking a few times to clear his vision

> What greatly surprised him was that he was greeted by the sight of a ceiling, not the cloudy sky that he expected

> He quickly sat up on the bed (another surprise), looking around the room. He didn’t recognize it in the slightest, which caused his panic to increase

> Just when he was about to burst out of the room, someone opened the door and came in

> “Oh, you’re awake! I’m glad” they said, heaving a sigh of relief. They were holding a plate in one hand and a cup in the other “How are you feeling?”

> Bennett blinked, seemingly still not quite awake yet, or just not sure if he this was real

> “Um... Who are you?” he asked, tilting his head to the side

> “Oh! Right, I haven’t introduced myself yet” they placed the things they were holding on a bedside table, then taking a sit in a chair next to the bed “My name is (Y/N), and I believe you are Bennett, right?” they said, offering a kind smile

> “How do you know that?” he furrowed his brows, getting a bit suspicous

> “I’ve heard about you in Mondstadt: “the only adventurer in the guild that works by himself because of his bad luck”. I figured it was you when I saw you during that storm” they explained, giving him an encouraging nod to take the cup, which turned out to be a tea. He slowly took a sip, but still burnt his tongue in the end “Careful there!”

>”Sorry” he laughed sheepishly “It’s nice to meet you, I guess? I- I mean, it’s kind of a strange first meeting, don’t you think?”

> “I suppose” they shrugged, chuckling under their breath “Eat up, so you can regain your strength” he then looked at the plate and saw delicous-looking sandwiches, which only reminded him of his hunger

> “Woah, thank you!” he dug in almost immediately, nearly choking, but he quickly recovered and continued eating. It was only a few minutes later that he finished everything, thanking them for the meal again

> “It’s not a problem, really! Everyone would’ve done the same”

> “Yeah, but still, I owe you! Let me treat you to a meal at Good Hunter when you have time” the boy grinned “Wait, that reminds me... How did you find me? And where are we?”

> “I found you when I was coming back from some job that I had to do at Windrise. We’re now in my house near Springvale, you were unconscious and the storm was too big to take you to the cathedral in the city, so instead I took you here and patched you up” they explained, and that was when he realised that he was wearing a clean shirt and his arms were covered in bandages. He assumed his legs were in a similar state, too

> “Y-you didn’t have to! Really, I- I would’ve managed somehow...” he laughed nervously “I don’t want to be a burden...”

> “You’re not” they said almost instantly, a concerned look adorning their face “Why would you ever think that? I helped you because I wanted to”

> “It’s just...” this heavy sensation was again felt in his chest, and he started playing with his fingers in his lap, his eyes cast down “I’m really unlucky, accidents happen almost all the time when I’m near. That’s why no one on my team stays for long...” he suddenly realized he was rambling, so he looked up at them with an awkward smile on his face which looked more like a grimace and said “But don’t worry! It’s not really that bad. I’m used to it, and I understand why they left, so--”

> “Bennett?” (Y/N)’s soft voice interrupted him. At first he didn’t realize it, but when he touched his face he felt his fingers get wet with the tears that unknownigly spilled from his eyes

> “O-oh, sorry, I just...” he tried wiping them away, but the tears just wouldn’t stop coming. He angrily rubbed his eyes, but still, nothing worked “W-why am I crying?”

> “Sometimes, the emotions we bottle up explode, and we can’t control it” they said, tentatively taking his hand in theirs “We should just let them come out, so cry if you must; I don’t mind as long as it helps you feel better” they smiled gently at him, and he coulnd’t control it any longer. His sniffs turned into full blown sobs and his whole body shook because of it. At some point (Y/N) took a sit on the bed and hugged him, softly patting his back and letting him cry on their shoulder

> Many minutes later, his sobs subsided, reduced to small sniffs here and there. For the first time in years, he didn’t feel like his unluckiness was weighing down on his shoulders, finally lifted

> He felt like he wasn’t alone

> And I tell you, it was one of the best feelings in the world

> Relucantly, he let go of their shirt that he clutched in his fist at some point during his breakdown, and looked up at them “Thank you and... sorry for this”

> They only smiled in response “No worries, I think you really needed that, so you don’t have to apologize! And I have a question”

> “Go on”

> “You work at adventurers’ guild, right? What’s the name of your party?”

> “It’s “Benny’s adventure team”!” he laughed, his eyes sparkling “Why do you ask?”

> “I’ve recently been thinking about joining the guild, since the jobs around here can get quite boring at times, but I didn’t know anyone from there. Well, until now” they smiled “So I was wondering, would you let me join your team?”

> Bennett’s eyes grew wide, and for the first time, he was speechless “W-wait, you want to join my team? Why???”

> “I think you’re nice, and I’d want to get to know you better” said (Y/N) without any hesitance, grinning at him “So? What do you say?”

> He looked at his lap, getting all sad again “But... With my luck, you’d probably be in danger as often as I am, and--”

> “Who cares about that?” his head shot up so quickly he thought he’d get a whiplash. Did he hear correctly?

> “W-wait, for real?”

> “Of course. I wouldn’t have asked if I did mind now, would I? And if we work together, it’d be easier, too” they explained “we could help each other out if something bad happened, and it’d be fun to explore the world together!”

> He blinked

> Then pinched his arm and blinked again

> His grin was so big his cheeks hurt

> “You can’t take it back if you decide that my bad luck is terrible while on comissions!”

> “It’d take much more to get rid of me”

> Heh

> Guess that day wasn’t so bad

> After all, he got a new friend

> And hopefully, one that will not leave

No, I didn’t cry while I was writing this. Totally...

21.02.21

~Nana

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peachyteez · 4 years ago

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lost puppy ≫ DAY TWO, SNEAKING AROUND.

being abandoned by your owners is never fun. but yunho takes it as a chance to explore the world as his owners were never the kindest people. having wandered around jiyu’s condo, seonghwa discovers the lost puppy and said puppy is offered a second chance at a place to call home.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: sorry this chapter’s kind of late :(( i’ve been studying for midterms this entire week :((

back。| next。

“oh, i might be coming home a little late tonight,” jiyu remembered as she slipped her shoes on. “supposedly, we’re getting a lot of new patients today, so it might take a while for us to enter them into the system, give them check ups, and things like that.”

seonghwa mindlessly nodded as he stood by the door with jiyu. all he could think about was if that same puppy hybrid was out there again, digging around for food. “i can cook dinner if you want. since we went grocery shopping yesterday,” he offered.

“are you sure it’s not too much trouble?” jiyu asked. as much as she loved seonghwa’s home–cooked meals, she felt bad that it was him cooking for them most of the time. as much as she wished she could cook, her busy schedule never gave her much of a break during the week.

seonghwa smiled before nodding with enthusiasm, his ears perking and tail wagging. “of course not! it gives me a chance to experiment with recipes anyways.”

jiyu teasingly raised an eyebrow. “my taste buds are in your hands if you decide to experiment with food,” she giggled before opening her arms up. “come here, before i’m running late again.”

seonghwa immediately swept her into an embrace, his body practically engulfing her own. after a little nuzzle to her head, he let her go. “bye!” he waved his sweater paw as she stepped out the door.

chuckling at how small he looked, she waved back. “bye, hwa. remember to eat and call me if you need anything,” she said before closing the door shut. “and remember the passcode!” she reminded through the closed door.

seonghwa chuckled. “yes, okay,” he responded with a sing–song tone. hearing her footsteps fade, he immediately went to the balcony. peering out, he noticed movement once again in the dumpster alley.

frowning, he went back inside and to the kitchen. taking a look around the fridge and pantry, he grabbed a bag of potato chips, some kimchi from the fridge, and some rice. half an hour later, seonghwa had packed a container of kimchi fried rice, a spoon, a water bottle, and potato chips into a bag.

quickly putting his collar on, he took the bag and sped walked out the apartment and towards the elevator like the previous day. 0315, 0315, jiyu’s birthday. if you forget again, you’re an idiot. he scolded himself on the way down.

a few minutes later, seonghwa found himself standing at the end of the dumpster alley again—only this time, he wasn’t growling or looked as if he was about to go wolf–mode on the poor puppy.

quietly walking closer, he heard the familiar rumaging sounds. following the sound, he saw the giant puppy–hybrid sitting on the ground and scavenging through various trash bags. gently clearing his throat, the hybrid froze and slowly turned around.

realizing it was the hybrid from the previous day, he gasped. his droopy ears were slightly pinned back against his head in fear and he slowly started backing away from seonghwa. “s–sorry! i–i know i s–said i wouldn’t come back but—”

seonghwa frantically reassured the scared hybrid. “it’s okay! don’t apologize.”

“y–you’re not mad...?”

seonghwa shook his head before holding up the bag he was carrying. “i actually came to give you this,” he said before putting it down in front of the trembling hybrid.

looking inside the bag, yunho saw food. seonghwa swore the poor boy almost got whiplash from how quick he snapped his head up. “i–i can’t accept this!” he said before gently pushing the bag back towards seonghwa. taking the opportunity, yunho scanned the wolf hybrid, his eyes stopping at the collar around his neck. “you’re owner will get mad for sneaking food out to me...”

seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows at his statement. “no, she won’t.”

his firm and undoubting tone surprised yunho. he had never met another hybrid that was so...sure of their owner’s personality or actions. “how would you know?” he retorted.

“because she’s not that type of person. she’d do the same thing if she were in my shoes,” seonghwa defended. he knew jiyu wasn’t the type to be petty about things like this. she wasn’t the type to think lowly of hybrids. he was positive about that.

“that’s what they all say. but then they end up hurting you anyways,” yunho mumbled, memories of his old owners tainting his mind.

seonghwa squatted in front of the hybrid. “she wouldn’t be working at a hybrid recovery center if she was that type.”

yunho didn’t respond. his owner works at a hybrid recover center? he sighed, saddened at how distrustful he’s become of humans when he was practically half–human himself. “you’re sure she won’t be mad?”

seonghwa nodded. “go ahead and eat,” he said, pushing the bag back to the hybrid.

yunho slowly reached into the bag, taking out the spoon and food container. it was warm. it must be fresh. opening the lid, his nose immediately caught the scent of kimchi fried rice. unconsciously, his ears perked up in happiness and his tail started to quickly wag from side–to–side. taking his first bite, he couldn’t help but savor it. it’d been a while since he had a proper meal like this.

seonghwa softly smiled seeing the puppy hybrid happily eating. “oh, yeah,” his ears twitched in realization. “i never got your name. i’m seonghwa.”

“yunho,” the eating hybrid responded after swallowing. “a golden–retriver hybrid. i’m assuming you’re a wolf hybrid judging on your growl from yesterday,” he lightly chuckled.

seonghwa sheepishly looked away and his tail flopped to the floor. “sorry...” he mumbled.

“no biggie,” yunho reassured before continuing to eat. “i probably would’ve done the same.”

they sat side by side for a while in silence. the only thing you could hear was yunho’s chewing as he ate. looking around in the bag after finishing the rice, he grinned when he heard the familiar crinkle of a potato chip bag. whipping out the bag, he grinned before opening it and proceeding to chomp away.

“...are you a stray?” seonghwa quietly asked as he stared at yunho’s bare neck.

yunho nodded with his cheeks filled. “yeah, it’s been about half a year,” he casually revealed, like he was telling seonghwa it was sunny today.

seonghwa frowned. he knew what it was like being a stray—after all, he was one for a year before the facility’s recovery team found him in the streets. “it’s hard, isn’t it...?” he mindlessly asked.

yunho stopped crunching on the snack. “a little. but it’s better than being constrained,” he admitted, eyes flickering to the collar around seonghwa’s neck.

seonghwa didn’t say anything. he sat in silence as he thought about yunho’s statement. because a year ago, he was the same. he thought being stray meant a life of freedom. which it was—but it was also lonely. he didn’t have anyone by his side, no one to talk to. he was always wandering the streets by himself.

yunho suddenly stood up, but of course, he neatly repacked the food bag the seonghwa brought. “thanks for the food!” he beamed.

seonghwa cocked an eyebrow. “where are you going?”

yunho sheepishly chuckled. “there’s actually another stray i’m friends with that i meet everyday at the park,” he revealed. “he’s a bunny hybrid.”

seonghwa hesitantly stood up and took the bag. his worried expression made yunho smile reassuringly. “i’ll be back tomorrow! i always come back here anyways.”

hesitantly nodding, seonghwa can only watch as the golden retriever bounded away in full speed out of the alley. what if he stayed with us? surely jiyu wouldn’t mind, right?

that thought occupied the poor wolf hybrid’s mind all day, even when jiyu came back home. there was something about that puppy hybrid that just made him so...endearing.

jiyu frowned in confusion upon seeing seonghwa so lost in thought. he hasn’t spoken much since she came home, and he was picking at his food in a daze. waving a hand in front of his face, she chuckled seeing him flinch back to reality. “welcome back to the world, bub,” she teased. “everything okay? you haven’t spoken much and you’ve been picking at your food for the past few minutes.”

seonghwa softly smiled. “is that second hybrod discussion still open?” he meekly asked, hesitant of her answer. what if she said no? what if in the end, she didn’t want another hybrid?

although confused at where the question was coming from, she nodded. “i’ve been thinking about it, yes. why?” she asked.

“would you be okay with another one?”

jiyu bit the inside of her cheek in thought. “well, i wouldn’t mind, to be honest. i’m mainly just worried about you since you’re home alone most of the time while i’m at work,” she sheepishly chuckled. “what’s with the sudden question? are you finally allowing me to share my love with another hybrid?” she teasingly jabbed.

seonghwa let out a whine as his ears dropped against his head and his tail dropped against the chair. “i’d still be your favorite, right?” he asked, giving her his little pout.

“you’ll both equally be my favorites, hwa,” she responded, laughing when seonghwa stood up and padded over to the couch. he sat with his legs crossed and arms crossed against his chest, playfully sulking.

jiyu sat next to him and rubbed his head, snorting when his mood instantly did a 180 and he was happily chuffing while his tail wagged at the contact. “are you sure nothing’s on your mind, hwa?” she asked again.

seonghwa looked at her with his clear, sparkling eyes. “yeah, that topic was just on my mind ever since you brought it up.”

jiyu knew he was lying. she knew seonghwa was up to something.

“jiyu, dear.”

turning from her front door keypad, she spotted mrs. kim, her elderly neighbor that often brought her food since she knew how busy the young girl was. she bowed. “oh, mrs. kim! fancy meeting you here,” she lightheartedly teased with a chuckle.

mrs. kim playfully rolled her eyes. “it’s almost as if you aren’t my neighbor,” she retorted as she stepped out of her apartment.

jiyu laughed. mrs. kim was the equivalence of the cool grandma that you wished you had. “did you need something?” she asked, curious as to why the elderly woman left her apartment to come talk to her out of nowhere. not that she minded.

“you have a hybrid, right?” she asked. jiyu nodded, confused as to where the conversation was headed. “this is the second time i’ve seen him leave your apartment without you. only this time, he carried a bag of food with him. was it for you?” she curiously asked.

jiyu furrowed her eyebrow. “no, he never came to my work place,” she said.

mrs. kim hummed before patting the girl on the arm. “i was just wondering since he looked so determined today for some odd reason,” she chuckled before heading back into her apartment. “i hope he’s careful wherever he goes. there’s a lot of crazy people out there these days,” she said before closing her front door.

looking at seonghwa, who’s eyes were closed in content as jiyu gave him head rubs and scratches, she couldn’t help but wonder why he was lying to her.

of course she trusted him, but a small part of her was confused and sad that he was keeping something from her. she immediately shook off the feeling. seonghwa’s his own person, he shouldn’t be entitled to tell me everything. she thought, giggling when he started nuzzling his cheek against her hand.

for the mean time, she decided to let him be and live his own life. without her interference.

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years ago

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Gryffindor Extensive Dating a Malfoy Headcanons:

A/n: Y’all this got so long and sorta detailed and also mentions abuse, so please read with caution if you’re sensitive to that. I promise you that it’s never your fault and that you’re so precious and loved and worthy. Anyway, let me know what you think!!!

You see him and though you don’t say a word the boy screams “daddy’s money” and “spoiled brat” so you steer clear

When he’s sorted into Slytherin and you’re in Gryffindor you’re allowed to hate him on principle now

You room with Hermione and you two spend the first few weeks conversing about growing up Muggle v growing up Wizard late at night and help Hermione settle in because you can only imagine how strange everything is

Which means you have a score to settle with the blond brat who can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life

You and Hermione just end up rolling your eyes half the time

You almost punch Ron in the face when he makes the remark about Hermione being annoying first year

You and Malfoy have a good rivalry going. Not the same as he and Harry but you’re not one to back down from a fight

Second year you almost join the quidditch team just to get at Malfoy for saying “you’d be too worried about breaking a nail” oh you’d show him what you’re willing to break the little prat

Hermione reminds you that you’re afraid of heights and maybe that’s not the best idea and it has you sulking the rest of the day

With the Chamber is Secrets opened everything is //tense// and you really do wonder if Draco is the Slytherin heir you also wonder if it’s you because your family lineage gets hazy after a few generations

You deck Malfoy when he calls Hermione a mudblood. You get detention but it’s so worth it

Until it’s not. Because now whenever you’re around Draco he flinches when you reach for something in Potions or practice a spell in Charms and it doesn’t sit right with you. Sure he’s a git but you don’t want him to be scared of you

“Sorry,” you blurt out one day after class. You don’t look back as you take off down the hall. Draco is very confused because did you just apologize to him??

You’re quiet all of a sudden in class with him and you’re not really rising to his bait anymore and he starts to freak out a bit because this isn’t like you

Not like he cares. You’re a bloody Gryffindor who’s friends with a mudblood. You were a traitor to wizardkind

He still can’t get the sadness in your eyes out of his head though

It’s not like he thought about you. Or your silky hair. Or the way your face lit up when you got a spell right. Or the way you smiled at Harry all the time. It’s not like he was jealous or anything. It’s not like he joined the quidditch team because he thought that’s what you saw in Harry. Pfft. Of course not.

Soon you return to your firey self and Merlin is he in trouble.

“You know who opened the Chamber don’t you!? You know what did this to Hermione!?” You drew your wand cornering him one night while he was totally not following you to make sure you were safe after he heard about Hermione being petrified

“I... I...” he gapes at you and there’s that same sadness that comes back into your eyes as you lower you wand and take a step back. “Sorry,” you apologize again and rush away with tears in your eyes. He would have followed you if Crabbe and Goyle didn’t show up

You’re quiet again in class, always hunched over on yourself. He hasn’t seen you smile in weeks.

“I don’t know who opened the Chamber, and this might help with Hermione...” it’s an anonymous letter you get one night with a torn book page about a Basilisk but the handwriting looks oddly familiar

You run into Draco on after you see that Hermione is alright and you finally smile at him and maybe he smiles back

Third year comes and you definitely don’t notice how tall Dracos gotten. Or how his hair is no longer ridiculously slicked back. You definitely do not notice the silver ring on his finger or how he’s starting to look like he’s chiseled from marble. Nope. You don’t notice that at all. And Draco definitely doesn’t notice you noticing him. Nope.

You’re both in denial at this point. Your banter hovers somewhere between snarks and flirting and everyone is getting fed up with it because you two are just so blind

Which makes Harry cold towards you because he thinks you actually like Malfoy. And how could you ever? He was Malfoy

Draco tries with Buckbeak the same way Harry did because he noticed your awestruck expression at the beast and pfft. Anything Harry can do I can do better.

Hagrid makes you take Draco to the infirmary afterward and both of you protest but you listen to Hagrid.

“That thing could have killed me!” Draco complains. “It wouldn’t have killed you. It’s just a few scratches. Nothing to cry about,” you don’t sound defensive... just sad. It catches him off guard. In the infirmary you’re hunched over on yourself again, your arms pressed tightly around your chest.

“Are you alright?” “...shouldn’t I be asking you that?” There’s a small smile back on your face. “And I’m fine.” On a dime your peppy cheerful persona comes back and it gives Draco whiplash because bloody hell thats not normal

When Lupin makes you guys do boggarts in class, you’re a no show. Which is odd because you never skip class. Ever. He sees you talking with Lupin after class and you look like you’re on the verge of tears. Draco is about to... well he isn’t really sure what he’s about to do but whatever he’s planning stops because Lupin smiles at you and says something that’s has you laughing and heading off in the other direction

When Draco teases Harry about the dementors the fires of hell are in your eyes as you snap at him. “You have no idea what it’s like to feel hopeless!” “Oh and you do!?” Again there are tears in your eyes as you flee away from him

You spend a lot of time with Professor Lupin. After you apologize for skipping class that one day and confessing why you really don’t want the rest of the class to know what scares you the most, Lupin says his door is always open and that you weren’t the first student he knew who is afraid of a family member and he starts to teach you the patronus charm because dementors have a way of finding their way to you whenever you’re outside the castle

Hermione convinces you to come to Hogsmeade anyway. Draco nearly runs you over after Harry’s invisibility cloak prank. He’s on top of you and you’re staring up at him and stars have his eyes always been that blue?

He mutters something about staying out of his way and stalks off with the dignity of a wet cat and thanks Merlin that he can blame the blush on his cheeks on the cold weather

It’s the end of the year and you stall as long as you can before getting off the train and maybe Draco notices and maybe he watches your confident attitude drop as you walk away with a guy who can’t be than a few years older than you and you stand as far away from him as possible

Fourth year he finds you on the train, alone, very early, your eyes closed and your head resting against the back of the seat. Almost like you’re sleeping but he can see your fingers tapping on your thigh

“Y/l/n,” his voice is softer than it normally is when he talks to you. Your eyes snap open and you jump before relaxing. “What do you want Malfoy?” You rub your face. “Because I’m really not in the mood to fight right now.”

“I... just uh. Is that your brother then? Who dropped you off?” Hes never made small talk with you. You nod. “Is he a squib or...?” “He goes to Durmstrang.” You snap. “Anything else?” “Uh. No,”

“Are you going to be okay this year?” Hermione asked as the Durmstrang students came in, your brother included. “Yeah,” you gave a weak smile, trying to hide behind your friends

It might be a total lie because Hogwarts was the one place you got away from your family and your brother and now he was here and something sacred was lost to you. You see Draco sitting with your brother and the other students from Durmstrang and you’re just over it all

Draco chats up your brother shmoozing him. “Y/n? That nerd? Why would you care about her? She doesn’t have any friends,” and Draco freezes not understanding why he’s so angry at your brother for talking about you like that. He still hated you. It was principle

Draco rarely saw you anymore. At all. In class you were sitting in the back, only speaking when spoken to. The golden trio were always surrounding you and escorting you everywhere it seemed

Until one night he sees you alone in the hall, trying to get away from your brother. “Just leave me alone! This is my school! And Harry is my friend!” “You don’t have any friends! Freak! You think anyone is going to want you!?”

Draco is livid. Beyond livid. “Oi! No one gets to pick on Y/n but me!” He rushes in front of you. “Draco it’s fine,” your voice waivers. “Got yourself a little crush?” Your brother laughs. Draco hexes your brother and pulls you away to an empty classroom.

“What were you thinking!?” You screeched, tears in your eyes. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?” “Um a thank you would be nice!?” He screamed back. “Thank you!? You just—You don’t know anything!” You turn around and take a few deep breaths. “What do you think is going to happen when he finds me again? He can’t hex you but...”

Draco stares at you. “He wouldn’t hex you. He’s your brother.” There are tears streaming down your face as you turn to face him. “You really don’t know anything. Just go back to your perfect life Draco and leave me alone.”

You don’t leave your dorm room for a week afterward and you’re having Hermione relay homework to you and turn it in for you. She’s worried about you but won’t force you into anything. Draco is dying inside because he knows something is up but doesn’t know who to ask because everyone who might know hates him

When you eventually do come back to class, Draco about falls out of his chair

“I didn’t mean to yell at you, I’m sorry.” You whisper after class. Before you can leave this time he grabs your hand. “Tell me what’s going on,” he demands. “You don’t care,” your voice was hopeless and your words from last year echo in his mind. “I can’t care until you tell me what’s going on.” “Draco,” you sigh and shake your head. “Tonight. The Astronomy Tower.”

Draco realizes why you’re a Gryffindor when you’re done explaining just about everything and it really takes everything in him to not track down your bother and make him pay for what he’s done to you.

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” “Yeah, like anyone would believe me. And Hermione knows... McGongall... Lupin...” “the boggarts.” he realized and you nodded hugging your knees. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Yeah,” you nod. “Me too,”

You and Draco come to some sort of unspoken agreement. In fact Draco has been purposely avoiding you because your bother and his friends are always around him so he does anything he can to give you a break.

He finds you again in the astronomy tower late one night and as you two watch the stars. “Do... do you maybe want to go to the Yule Ball with me?” He barely asks. “I’m not going,” you tell him. “My brother will be there and it’ll just be... it’s not worth going.” “You’re going to let him ruin the first Ball you’ve ever been to? Especially when you have a chance to go with the hottest guy in school?” There was a smirk on his face. You let out a hopeless laugh and look over at him. “No matter what he says, you have friends here. You have a home here. You’re a Gryffindor and a bloody good one.”

You agree to go with him and though Harry and Ron hate you for the times being Hermione and you sit down and explain what’s been going on and now they’re apart of your defense squad too

Draco and you are so awkward at the Ball but you have to admit, you’re not afraid of your brother because Draco is right, you have a home here. And about the entire school at your defense including a very stern intimidating McGonagall

Draco is a total gentleman and you two quip and flirt the entire night and boy does he know how to dance and doesn’t mind you stepping on his toes

When your brother tries to come at you again, before the Golden trio gets to you, Draco is there. “I’d prefer it if you speak to my girlfriend with a little respect.” His voice is calm and collected and stars if your heart doesn’t melt as he pulls you close to his side

Harry and Draco are still at odds but while you’re brother is around there’s a truce to protect you

You and Draco spends nights in the Astronomy Tower talking or just sitting in silence. Draco confesses that his father isn’t much better than your brother. You take his hand and you feel like someone understands

He gets you an amulet. “It... it wards off hexes and jinxes. I thought maybe you’d...” you jump into his arms smiling and almost crying. “Thank you Dray,”

You’re with Draco during the third task and you’re told Voldemort is back and you flip out and maybe you go off on him because part of you thinks that he had something to do with you and then lied and “I trusted you!” “Wait! Hang on!” He calls after you but you’re gone.

“Please, I’m begging you. Get Vertiserum or cast a spell, I’m telling the truth,” he’s in near tears as you and the golden trio glare him down. “Please, I’m not my father,” his blue eyes are trained on you and you give in and nod

Harry and Ron protest as you run into his arms and he holds you close. “I would never do anything to hurt you,” he murmurs just for you to hear.

He hates letting you go back home over the summer but he writes to you every day and threatens constantly to come there and break you out. You assure him you’re okay and that your brother is gone this summer on some sort of excursion.

And you tell him you’re spending the last few weeks at the burrow (at least that’s what you tell him because you can’t give away the Orders position) because Ron accidentally let it slip and you bet your stars Mrs. Weasley has something to say about it

Harry along with the rest of the Weasleys aren’t too keen on your relationship with Draco, but no one can deny that he cares about you and your safety

You and Sirius have a talk about your childhoods and Sirius helps you the best he can along with Remus and Mrs. Weasley. From spells to mental techniques to grow stronger

You’re so proud that Draco is a prefect that you actually tackle him on the train. He laughs and says hello and you’re blushing and it’s awkward again but you feel at home when you’re beside him

Dolores Umbridge doesnt scare you one bit because you’ve dealt with much worse. She wants a prefect rule follower? Someone to smile and press on despite being treated unfairly? Bring it.

Draco can’t come to DA with you but you do teach him in your own time. You’re still not sure about him being on the right side of the war, but you trust him.

You show him your Patronus and he clams up. “I... I don’t think I can,” he admits. You sit beside him and take his hand. “And I didn’t think I could,” you confess. “But there is so much more to both of us.”

You’re inches apart and staring at each other and there’s a nervous energy between you and then his lips are on yours and he tastes like tea and mint and his hair is soft under your fingertips and maybe he’s found a happy memory to start to cast a patronus. It’s not a corporeal one yet... but it’ll protect him

Draco is caught between being a Slytherin and being in love with you that it’s tearing him apart because his father doesn’t know and expects so much more from him that you’d hate him for and he can’t tell you about it because he’s so scared to lose you

And he almost does when you go to the Ministry to save Sirius. When you come back you won’t talk to him and then he hears news about his father being in Azkaban and just wishes you would hold him but he knows you’re furious

“I’m sorry, I’ll write when I can,” You whisper before Harry drags you away glaring down Draco and almost snarling

You don’t get a chance to write to Draco over the summer because your brother is home and it’s hard to send a letter without too many questions or threats

Draco gets low. Real low. He thinks you’ve given up on him and the Dark Lord strikes: Draco becomes a Death Eater

He glares at you as you go up to him on the train sixth year and your face falls as you don’t say a word and walk away, fighting back tears.

You two don’t talk. In fact, no one talks about him around you because they’re afraid you might just snap. Until Katie Bell gets cursed and Harry goes off on Draco.

Then you hear that Draco was in detention because he missed two homework assignments. You know Draco well enough to know that that wasn’t like him at all, even if he refuses to talk to you.

And you feel awful because you know he’s going through something dark and he’s alone and you know what that feels like

“McGonagall,” You try. “He’s in detention, you cannot come in,” She narrows her eyes at you. “Please, don’t think I won’t do something to land me in there with him,” You bite back. “I just want to talk to him.” Your voice softens. “Very well,” She gestures for you to go in and closes the door behind you. Now you’re alone with him.

You sit beside him, staring straight ahead. His head in down on the desk.

“I know... I know we’ve grown apart... and I know you hate me... but I miss you. And I don’t know what’s going on... and I don’t deserve to know, but... please, I’d give anything. Anything to do it all over. To...” and you’re crying and hugging your knees.

“I... I don’t hate you,” he finally whispers and you look over at him, “I just... don’t understand what I did to make you... I thought you understood that I’m not my father,”

“Of course I know that.” Your eyes meet his. “Draco, I never stopped believing in you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t write to you, or tell you sooner. I’m sorry I failed you,”

Now you’re both crying and holding each other and Hogwarts feels like home again.

Harry is not happy that you’re back with Draco but at this point, you don’t give a damn because you lost him once and you weren’t doing it again

You also know he’s hiding something from you, and won’t tell you what. You respect that you hurt him by leaving even if it was unintentional and that he’s going to have boundaries so you wait until he’s ready.

He looks a little bit healthier now that you’re next to him. Until one night he asks you to stay in your dorm and not come out until the night is over and hell if you’re doing that

You stand between him and Dumbledore, tears in your eyes as they’re trained on the Dark Mark on his arm “You’re not a villain Draco. You’re not your father!” You cry. “You don’t know what I’ve done! He’s going to kill me if I don’t do this!” He yells back.

Snape Bellatrix and Fenrir all join you three and Fenrir tackles you, raking his claws against your chest. Draco watches in horror as you start to bleed out. Snape kills Dumbledore and Draco lifts you into his arms and carries you out of Hogwarts through the midst of the chaos and apparates back home, demanding for Snape to fix you

When you wake he kisses you for a solid minute and clutches you tightly to him. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” He whispers harshly. “What would I do without you?” “Probably something stupid,” You laugh through tears.

You’re allowed to live, but you’re thrown into the dungeon. “I’ll get you out of here,” Draco vows, clutching your hands through the bars. “Don’t be stupid, I’m okay. Just stay safe and keep your head low,” You kiss him softly.

He comes to you at night, in tears, babbling about what he’s being made to do and you hold him, assuring him that you still love him, that he’s still yours, that it’s not his fault even though it’s gut-wrenching to hear you never let him know what happens to you when he’s not there. Bellatrix is frustrated that you don’t scream, but you have a high pain tolerance thanks to your brother

After breaking out with the golden trio and talking with Bill and Remus about how your werewolf scars have effected you the next time you see Draco is at the Battle of Hogwarts

After, of course, uniting the Houses and calling bullshit that none of the Slytherins wanting to fight you lead and coordinate the attacks against the Death Eaters. You meet Draco after he’s saved by Harry and pull him into a passionate, desperate, bloody kiss. “There’s a war going on here!” Harry calls. “Seriously you’re worse than Ron and Hermione,”

You two are a force to be reckoned with. At this point, you have no qualm about using Unforgivable Curses and you and Draco are just downright terrifying

You’re about to be killed by a Death Eater when another masked cloaked figure knows the threatening one down. You’re super confused but you’d know that wand anywhere. You breathe out your brother’s name and he helps you up. “Go kick ass,” Your brother breathes out and tears off the other way

When Harry’s “dead” you take Draco’s hand, grounding him and watch Neville be a true Gryffindor, and tears slip out quietly.

Then Harry’s not dead and chaos breaks out and you lose Draco in the fray. You’re frantic looking for him when Bellatrix finds you and sends a Killing Curse your way but someone jumps in front of you. The same masked cloaked figure from before you kill Bellatrix without a second thought and kneel next to your dead brother, sobbing

Draco tries to get you to safety but you screech and fight him off refusing to leave your family. Draco groans and lifts up your brother and carries him away with you following

When the battle is done, Draco holds you and you threaten anyone who tries to arrest him or take your brother away from you.

There are still trials held and Draco gets off on a year probation when Harry shows up along with a lot of your classmates and speak on his behalf and you’re crying in the courtroom

You bury your brother and the headstone reads “A true brother in the end and always loved,” Draco holds you close as you lay flowers down.

It takes a lot of healing and time between the two of you and after you two have grown as people, mentally and morally, he asks you to marry him and of course, you say yes

It’s a quiet affair on the manor with all of your school mates and a few new faces

You get the Draco constellation and narcissus flowers on your left forearm to match his Death Mark with narcissus flowers.

You two live in the Manor and redecorate/renovate, always having the windows open to let in light and wash away bad memories

You still meet up with Harry and co. at least once a month for drinks and to chat. Draco sees Harry every day because their both Aurors, but since you’ve had Scorpius, you’ve decided to be a stay at home mother and to look after the Manor

There are still dark nights and broken cries in the dead of night, but the sun always rises, and you two always try again

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kawaiichako · 4 years ago

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Splatoon Manga One-shot: Depressed Reader x Aloha

Note: This has graphic content that may not be suited for younger viewers. So, don't read it unless you are above the age of 18. Thank you. Also, this was written about a year ago so it’s going to be a bit cringy. I’m terribly sorry.

(F/C) tears dripped into the sink and mixed with the running water. You whimpered in pain as you stared into your dark reflection. Dark, heavy bags hung underneath your eyes and your face was paler than a sheet of paper. It's been three months since you started cutting yourself, but it didn't seem to be helping. The pain in your chest still existed and your mental health was still grim. Your sleepless nights seemed to increase as well, which gave you massive headaches in the morning and afternoon.

"I hate me..." You said, the number of your tears increasing.

You wanted to reverse time and make sure you had never been born. The bullying, the harassment, it's too much for one squid to handle. It's too much for you to handle. The only thing that seemed to keep you going was him. Wait, didn't you need to go to his house later today? Just then, a vibration came from your squid phone. It played one of the famous Squid Sisters singles, Tide Goes Out. With a shaky hand, you grabbed your phone and answered.

"Hello...?" You tried answering in your best "normal" voice.

"(Y/N), you're alive!" A bright voice answered back, "It's already past six, when are you coming over?"

A sigh of relief came through your mouth when you heard Aloha's voice. His voice was the only thing keeping you from ending it all. Despite how annoying he is, you can't help but love him with all your heart. Tonight was his birthday and you promised him that you'd be there. By this time, a lot of guests have probably already arrived.

"Ah, sorry, I lost track of time." You apologized.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Just get your butt over here already!"

"Okay okay, I'm coming..."

After that, you hanged up the phone and started wrapping up your cuts. After that, you went to find some clothes for the party. You grabbed an Annaki Drive Tee, black leggings, and a pair of your favorite (shoes). After dressing up, you made haste out of your apartment to Aloha's house.

•───⋅☾ Party Time ☽⋅───•

You knocked on the front door to the blooming house, lights and loud music bursting out from every window. You didn't like loud parties, mainly because you knew there'd at least one person judging you, but since it's Aloha's party, you didn't mind too much. The door opened, giving you a little bit of whiplash, and there he was. The famous party thrasher and freshest squid on the block, Aloha. His smile grew even wider when he laid eyes on you.

"Finally, why make me wait like that?" Aloha joked, slightly jabbing at your shoulder.

You blushed and rubbed the back of your neck, "Sorry, I was caught up in something."

"Ah, I don't care either way. Now, let's party~!"

Aloha lead you inside of the house and slammed the door shut. He was practically dragging you to the other side of the house like a little kid. I guess some things never change, you chuckled. Aloha is just like he was all those years ago, a carefree soul. At times, you did envy him for being able to fit in so well. Meanwhile, you were looked down upon as an outcast, a squid that will never be able to fit in with the crowd.

"Ew, why is that ugly girl with Aloha?" You overheard a jealous female scoff.

"I know, right?" Her friend agreed, "She's wearing a long sleeve shirt. Like, we're at a party idiot, wear something worthwhile."

"Hippies like her always ruin the mood."

Your eyes widened as those words struck you like a bullet to the heart. Those girls are right, you weren't dressed properly for this situation. Aloha probably thought the same when he saw you at the door. Tears threatened to fall down your face as your previous happy thoughts disappeared. You stopped walking and yanked your hand away from Aloha's, which made him stop also. He looked at you with a confused expression.

"Everything all right?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah, um..." You looked away, "Where's your bathroom?"

"Upstairs. It's the second door on the right."

"Thanks."

Without saying another word, you rushed upstairs and into the bathroom. You needed to cut yourself again, it's the only way to get your sanity back. The air became thick and you frantically searched for something sharp. There was no razor or anything like that, but you did find a shaver. You didn't care who it belonged to, you just wanted the blade to make contact with your flesh.

"Ow...!" You winced in pain.

The tears released as you continued to cut on your arm. You hate all of it. Your life, your family, even your friends back in Calamari Country. You hated all of it. They're the reason why you have to suffer, it's all their fault!

"I hate you, I hate you...!" You whimpered as you continued to savagely cut your skin.

The (F/C) blood dripped into the sink, coating it in that very color. You were so caught up in your cutting that you failed to notice the open bathroom door.

"(Y/N), what the hell?!" A familiar voice shouted.

Your eyes widened in fear. Oh crap! You started to panic as you stared at the one person you hoped wouldn't find you like this. Aloha ripped the shaver out of your hand, causing it to drop onto the ground.

"Shit, it's really bad," Aloha cringed, "I want you to stay here, don't go anywhere. Okay?"

You nodded and watched him run out of the bathroom, taking the shaver with him. The feeling of light-headedness slowly caught up to you, making your surroundings blur. Was the room spinning?

"A-Aloha...?" You called out, falling into a daze.

A blurry figure entered the room, carrying something in his hands. The last thing you saw was the figure gently laying you down and wrapping your blood-soaked arm.

•───⋅☾ Next Day ☽⋅───•

The next day, you woke up in an unfamiliar room. This caused you to panic, thinking that something weird happened last night. Throwing the seats off, you checked to see if anything hurt or felt different. Nothing of the lower region hurt, but your arm sure did. Even the slightest bit of movement caused you to groan in pain. You were also out of your Annaki Drive Tee and put in a black tank top instead. It was a size much too big for you, but it was comfortable.

"What happened to me?" You asked, not talking to anyone in particular.

"(Y/N)..."

You looked up to see Aloha, standing right beside you. He wore a grim expression, filled with worry and sorrow. It was very rare that Aloha shared this side of him, but when he did, it was kind of scary. Did I do something wrong? You wondered.

"Why didn't you tell me about the cutting?" Aloha asked.

The question made your eyes widen, how did he know about that? Suddenly, the memories from last night came flooding back. Those two girls, you going to the bathroom, you cut yourself, then Aloha came and...

"I'm sorry..." You apologized.

Aloha's face lit up for a minute, a small smile coming into view. He brushes aside your (F/C) tentacle and plants a kiss on your temple. You couldn't help but blush a dark hue. Aloha intertwines his hand with yours and looks deeply into your eyes. Those pink eyes showed nothing but love, love that was undoubtedly for you.

"Don't worry about it," Aloha said, "From now on, I'll protect you from any bullies. So, don't be afraid to depend on me, got it?"

"But-

He cuts you off before you can get a word out.

"Ah, ah~ You gotta say yes."

"I... okay..."

"Good girl~"

Aloha hugs you, nuzzling into your tentacles. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him even closer to your body. For the first time, in what seems like forever, you smiled. It wasn't forged or forced, it was a genuine smile of happiness.

"Thank you, Aloha..." You whispered.

"Anything to help my darling little princess~"

You rolled your eyes and pushed him off you.

"We're not kids anymore, you know."

"I know you are, but what am I?"

You groaned, annoyed at his childish behavior. I guess things never change, do they?

#splatoon #oneshot #splatoonmanga #aloha splatoon #x reader

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wannawritefast · 4 years ago

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Whiplash: Ch. 4- Pretending

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the love on the last part! I totally didnt realize there was no title or link to the previous part. I distinctly remember doing that... maybe Tumblr had a goof... Just a heads up that a fixed it and all that jazz.

Pt. 3

Pairing: Gwilym Lee! Brian Lee x Reader

Donna left the end of that weekend grateful to have spent time with her sister. And you felt equally as grateful to have gotten some bonding time before the holidays rolled around.

You and Brian continued your charade until before long it was time to leave for your family’s house. There was a plethora of Christmases where you didn’t want to go back home for the holidays or even want to celebrate the ‘happiest time of the year’ at all. But this Christmas… this one took the fruitcake.

The night before you left you didn’t get a wink of sleep. You often chalked it up to the fact that your cat was not present (having been put in a kennel earlier that day) and the subsequent lack of him in your bed. But you knew deep down that it was because, this time, you would be coming home with a boyfriend. A fake one.

That seemed to scare you more than you thought it should. If they didn’t believe you or if they found out, you would NEVER be able to live it down. And then there was Brian.

He was too kind and sweet and caring and goofy to you. He treated you better than you deserved. Sometimes you didn’t think it was real. Brian was your best friend and you knew that you could always depend on him. If anything ever happened to jeopardize that, you didn’t know what you’d do.

The two of you left in the mid-morning on the 21st, Brian picking you up and getting breakfast along the way. It took a few hours but you got to your parents’ house by mid-afternoon. Even though you jammed to cassettes the whole way there, your nerves still wracked your body.

7 days at your parents’ house in the English country and 7 days at his. Two weeks. You could do two weeks.

Finally the two of you arrived at your family’s big country house, pulling up in front of the large property. Brian put the car in park and turned off the engine. He reached to unbuckle his seatbelt in the now silent car but you grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Brian, we don’t have to do this,” you looked him right in the eye.

He coughed out a chuckle. “What?”

“We can turn around right now. I can just say I got sick,” you reached to turn the ignition but he shooed your hands away.

“We’ve come this far and you want to turn around?” Brian questioned. You nodded emphatically. “Oh, come on now. I’m ready and you’re ready.”

“No, Brian,” you let out a panicked breath. This was such a bad idea. You should have just been honest with them from the beginning. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“We’re basically at the front door,” he turned in his seat. “We can’t go back now.”

“Watch me,” you reached for the ignition again.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Brian grabbed your hand and held it. “We’re here. It’s going to be alright.”

You looked out the windows nervously for any sign that your parents or siblings had seen you arrive. “How can you be so sure?”

“I’m not.” Brian fiddled with your fingers and kissed the back of your hand, stirring up butterflies again. “But there’s only one way to find out.”

And with that, he unbuckled his seatbelt, opened his car door and went straight to the trunk, making sure that his keys were in his pocket. You jumped out after him. He was smart. Leaving the vehicle before you could object further…

He opened the latch and was beginning to take out the luggage. “Brian, I mean it. We can still leave. No one’s seen-”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” His green-eyed gaze was fixed on the front door.

“Y/N’S HOME!!”

“Y/N’S HOME!!” Donna exclaimed, throwing the door open. Her voice echoed down the driveway. She was clad in a Christmas jumper that your mum had made for you, your brother, and your sister a few years back. Mum always insisted that you wear it for at least one day when you visited. As per her request, it was folded neatly at the bottom of your luggage.

“It’s too late,” you whispered to yourself. “If we regret this, it’s not my fault.”

“We’ll be okay,” Brian put an arm around you and you leaned lazily into the hug.

“Y/n! My baby!” That was mum. Although your mum was loud at times, you loved her a lot. Your mother hustled from the front door clad in a loudly patterned apron, which itself was covered in flour and sugar.

“This doesn’t seem too bad,” he mused to you.

You looked at him from the side of your eyes. “Oh, just you wait.”

You took Brian’s hand and moved to meet them in the middle. Your sister practically jumped on you and knocked you over when she gave you a hug; the two of you tumbled as you hit the ground in a burst of laughter. Brian and your mother both rushed to help the two of you up.

“Hey, Brian,” Donna gave him a friendly hug. “So did she drive you crazy on the way here?”

“Absolutely bonkers.” He teased. You scoffed and bumped him with your shoulder.

“Hi, mum.” You moved to embrace your mother and she pulled you into a bone crushing hug. She held you at arms length.

“I missed you so much.” She gushed. Her fingers moved to hold your face. You couldn’t help your smile.

“It’s only been like a month and a half.” You laughed at her emotions.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t miss my daughter!” Your mother exclaimed. “Of course your father misses you too! I tried to get him to take work off today to come greet you two but you know him!” Unfortunately, you did. She rubbed your arms soothingly, turning her attention to Brian. “Now... introduce me to this strapping young man!”

You rolled your eyes but, deep down, it was your stomach that was really rolling. “Mum, this is Brian, my boyfriend.” That word still felt weird.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Brian,” she said as he extended his hand for her to shake. Your mother brushed his hand aside and pulled him into a tight sweet hug. Brian took it with a chuckle. “You don’t need to be formal with me. If you’re good enough for Y/n, you’re more than good enough for me.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n,” he replied politely. Brian put an arm around your shoulders for emphasis. You wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Please, call me ‘Y/m/n.’” She froze all of a sudden. “Wait a second… is this the Brian from university?!” Your mum turned to you.

“Yes,” you smiled at your mom, “that’s where we met.”

“Oh my heavens! I remember you talking about Brian!” Your mother excitedly recalled. Uh-oh…

You laughed nervously and feigned forgetfulness. “What? I don’t think I remember-”

“I do!” She insisted. “You were her best friend.”

“I’d like to think I still am,” Brian replied. “I’m honestly surprised she didn’t run for the hills the moment I opened my mouth.”

Your mother chuckled, “Nonsense! I can see why she said you were so charming. And I remember one time she called me and said that she thought she fancied-”

“OKAY MUM!” Donna cut her off. Brian gave you and her a confused look. Thank God for Donna… “Don’t we have something in the oven?”

“Oh, good heavens! You’re right! Donna will show you to your room.” She turned and ran back inside. “JAMES!” She screeched. “HELP YOUR SISTERS AND BRIAN WITH THE LUGGAGE!”

There was grumbling from inside the house and you steeled yourself for the arrival of your brother. You turned to face Brian quickly as the two of you went back to the car to grab your bags. “I apologize in advance for anything that he says.”

“I can handle it.” He assured you. “I’ve already heard snippets of his typical vocabulary. I’ll be okay.”

As if on cue your brother materialized in the doorway looking classy as ever in an old pair of denim trousers and a stained t-shirt. He tiredly hobbled over, giving Brian a strange look as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You must be Brian,” James grumbled out. He looked him up and down suspiciously. “I see my sisters weren’t lying about you.”

“I am very much real. Were you expecting a bloke that looked like me? Perhaps less poodle-ish,” Brian called out, trying to lighten the mood up a little bit as he pulled another suitcase from the trunk.

Your brother hummed, unsatisfied, and finally looked at you. “You brought him.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t lying,” you said, cocking your head up proudly.

James hummed again, eyeing your, unbeknownst to him, fake boyfriend. Brian leaned against the car, having unloaded the last of the luggage, nodding a greeting at your brother.

“We’re definitely dating,” you urged. You stood next to Brian and he kissed the side of your head, while you stared down James.

James hummed a third time, oddly quiet. He glanced between you and Brian as if trying to see through the ruse. You were getting nervous.

“Yeah,” your brother stared right through you, “we’ll see about that.”

You, Brian, and Donna fidgeted nervously, not quite sure how to respond to what he said.

You cleared your throat and attempted to diffuse the tension. “Is this any way to greet your sister?”

He gave you a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes and a half-assed hug. Ah, yes, the depth of your brother’s affection…

Brian and James went to work grabbing the luggage wordlessly. You grabbed one of your bags and walked arm-in-arm with Donna. The two of you shared a look as you went inside and up the stairs.

“Here you go, lovebirds.” James half-tossed the luggage into his old room.

So this was where your mum had placed the two of you… It was the quietest and most isolated room in the house. Sitting above the garage, in the corner of the second floor, it was hard to disturb anyone with noise especially since the other two rooms on the floor were a decent distance away.

You wouldn’t have minded the space so much if the bed wasn’t a full-size and Bri wasn’t such a tall man.

“Are…” you started, “we sharing?” You hadn’t prepared for this. You couldn't even look at Brian.

You hadn’t counted on this being a part of the deal. And, of course, neither had Brian. God… you should have asked! At the very least to prepare yourself… To prepare Brian. You felt a pit forming in your belly.

“Yep,” he responded. “Mum figured the two of you would want to stay in the same area during your stay.”

“She and dad were okay with that?”

James leaned against the doorway. Donna stood behind him sheepishly. She had left that part out conveniently during the phone calls. “Mum was insistent. Dad put up more of a fight. They agreed though eventually.”

You looked at him with your mouth ajar, much like a fish. “Oh.”

“Is that going to be an issue?” James looked you and your fake boyfriend in the eye, a challenge.

Brian jumped to action. “Not at all. Thank you, James.”

He gave a tight-lipped smile and walked away with his arms crossed. You waited to hear his footsteps go down the creaky stairs before tearing into Donna.

She lowered her voice with her arms outstretched in front of her. “Before you yell at me, I didn’t know how to tell you. There are ears everywhere.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You couldn't have mentioned that? Like at all?”

“I’m sorry!” She whisper-yelled. “What would you have wanted me to do? Say that the two of you shouldn’t share a room? It’ll be easier to communicate with the both of you in the same space. Could you imagine being separate for a week while you try to pull this off?”

You supposed she was right. “No, no. You’re right.” You took a deep breath and changed your tone of voice so the rest of the house could hear you. “Thank you, Donna. I think we’re going to nap.”

She matched your tone. “Of course! I’ll let the two of you get settled in!” You mouthed a ‘thank you’ at her before she closed the door behind her and skipped away.

And then there were two.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, Br- What are you doing?”

Brian was setting up his luggage next to the loveseat in the room and had found the spare blankets from the closet. He was making a bed on the couch. If he thought he was taking the couch, you’d be damned.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“It looks like you’re making my bed, how kind of you! But really I’m the host so I must insist that you leave your accommodations to me, Mr. May.” You grabbed the spare pillow out of his hand and kicked his bag toward the bed. You began lugging your bag close to the couch. Brian stuck his foot out and stopped the bag.

“‘Your’ bed? I’m taking the couch.” He gently grabbed your bag and chucked it onto the bed. Your jaw dropped.

“No, Brian. I’m taking the couch. You’re too tall for it.” It was true. You could fit the couch much more comfortably than he could.

“Ah, but you see, as your boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes goodnaturedly, “I must be chivalrous and relinquish the bed to my beloved.”

“You’re being an ungrateful guest,” you countered.

He winced. “Low blow.”

“I’m not above it.” Brian snatched the pillow back and began rubbing his hair on it. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Staking my claim,” he answered, matter-of-factly. His hair was a static-y mess. As if to prove his point he tossed his body haphazardly onto the couch and sprawled out, limbs and all. “This is mine.”

“You act like you laying on top of something is going to deter me in any way.” You laughed at his logic. “Being on the couch does not mean it is suddenly uninhabitable.”

“It does.” He pointedly stretched his limbs out more. “Watch me.”

“This argument is going nowhere.”

“I agree. Which is why you should just let me take the couch.”

“What if we-”

A knock on the door sounded. Brian shot up and the two of you tossed the blankets and pillow haphazardly on the bed. You answered the door with Brian hovered closely behind you.

James. He had a smirk on his face. How much of the conversation had he heard?

“Yes?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know if I mentioned it or not but I thought I’d be thorough and tell you that this room gets rather cold in the winters. The garage isn’t insulated and neither are the walls that this room shares with it.”

“Oh, really?”

“I mean, you’re already sharing a bed so that’ll help but you might want to grab some extra blankets on top of that. Perhaps a second bed’s worth.” He peeked in to see the mound of blankets on the bed. “But it looks like the two of you have already figured that out.”

You chuckled dryly. “Yep. Thanks for the pointer.”

James hummed a laugh. “Anytime.” And like the asshole he was he sauntered away humming a Bob Dylan song. You pushed the door closed and rested your forehead on it.

“We could switch nights?” You offered. Brian knew you better than that; of all the sensations that you hated (fatigue, hunger, headache, etc.) being cold was what you loathed the most.

“Or we could just share the bed like they suspect us to…” He suggested. You looked at him. He didn’t seem to be pulling your leg.

“You wouldn’t be uncomfortable with that?” Your fingers picked at the ends of your hair.

Brian had his hands on his hips. “Not at all. Unless you would be.”

You looked him in the eye and then to the floor, your arms crossed. “I’m fine with it.”

“I guess we’ll share it then,” he affirmed.

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p.’

The two of you looked at the surrounding room and its four walls. The couch. The bed. The windows. Anywhere but each other. This was real. All the time you had pretended to be dating before you got to your parents house suddenly felt like dress rehearsals. This. This was real. And things were different.

This was showtime.

“Well, then,” Brian filled the silence. “Now that it’s settled why don’t we set up the room? We did tell them we were taking a nap. We can get settled a little bit.”

You nodded.

“I’ll do the bed if you do the closet?”

You nodded wordlessly again and took a deep breath before kicking off your shoes and opening the closet. You heard Brian take off his coat and toss it onto the couch. You set yours on top of his and reminded yourself to put in the coat closet downstairs by the front door.

As promised you began hanging some of your items and with Brian’s permission began helping him with his. The bathroom that was conjoined to the room soon had your various shampoo, tooth brushes, and regular hair brushes strewn across the counter top and among the shelves in the shower.

Amongst the thoughts of how absolutely spoiled rotten James had been up here while you and your sister had to share a smaller room was another more alarming notion. As you put yours and Brian’s shoes down on the floor of the closet and split the drawers between the two of you your mind drifted to the small part of it that realized how naturally it looked, how naturally it felt to have the items in the same space. To have Brian’s giant shoes next to yours. To have his various hair brushes that resembled Medieval torture devices right next to your own weapons of choice. To dance and bustle about a small space in a rhythm so natural that an onlooker would swear it was rehearsed.

“You’ve been awfully pensive,” Brian snapped you out of your stupor as you pulled a dress of yours onto a hangar and set it on your side of the closet trying to move in such a way that maybe you’d forget your hands were shaking and maybe Brian wouldn’t notice your hands shaking. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I…” you took a breath. You didn’t really know what to say. Instead you just turned and let yourself fall onto the couch back first and stared up at the blank ceiling. “This is really happening.”

“Hey.” Brian appeared into view as we walked to you and looked down. “Are you alright?”

You finally made eye contact with Brian and shook your head. Trying to will your tears back into your ducts with the help of good old-fashioned gravity you stared back up at the ceiling again.

Brian rushed to crouch at your side. “Woah, woah, woah. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You turned to face him and sat up so that he could sit next to you on the couch. “No, it wasn’t you. I’m just overwhelmed. I still can’t believe I’m in this mess. That my family sees so much of my value in my relationships and not me. That it went this far. That I actually care so much about what they think even though I shouldn’t. That I dragged you into this.”

Brian hummed in understanding and pulled you into a hug. “Well, first of all, you didn’t drag me into this. I body slammed myself into this. You didn’t even really need to ask me to help you; if anything I dragged you into this. Remember our little moment on the driveway?”

Yes… How infuriatingly encouraging he had been. How embarrassingly frantic you had behaved. He was right. Brian was unfailingly loyal to you. If he hadn’t backed down then, when you had offered him a way out.

“You know you’re earning your ‘poodle’ title more and more,” you commented.

Brian cocked his head. “How so?”

“Lanky, tall, high-maintenance-”

“Feeling the love. Thank you.”

“But still an excellent companion and unbelievably sweet.”

Brian gave you a soft smile and rubbed his arm up and down your back. “If I was a humbler person I might tell you to stop.”

“Oh I’m stopping,” you said, sniffling back your tears and exhaling the panic. “If your head gets any more full of hot air, your hair is going to start defying the laws of physics without any assistance.”

“Yeah, you’re feeling better,” Brian quipped, feigning offense.

“I’m sorry… which one of us brought more brushes and styling products?”

“I want to make a good first impression! I may be a fake boyfriend but I still want your family to like me.” He defended.

“You’ll be great! Aside from James, you’d have to do something really out of character to get them to not like you.”

“Not this ‘be yourself’ stuff again,” Brian complained and threw his head back to rest on the back of the couch.

“It’s true. They’ll love you!” You encouraged him.

Brian’s face took on that infamous cheeky expression. Uh-oh… “Is it because I’m… so charming?”

Your face flushed in remembrance of what your mother had almost let slip. You leaned forward and covered your face with your hand. “Why did I know you were going to bring that up?”

“Because you know me better than anyone else.” He replied, matter-of-factly.

“I think your mum might contend with me on that, Bri,” you offered.

“And I knew you were going to say that.” Brian shrugged in consideration. “Fine. You and my mum know me better than anyone else.”

“Well,” you set your hand on his knee. A once platonic gesture, it felt different this time. You continued, hurrying your way through what you were going to say so that it wouldn’t be as awkward when you stopped touching, “since we know each other so well, I’d say we stock up on rest while we can.”

“You talk like we’re going to be running a marathon for the next week.”

“Trust me, Bri,” you responded, standing up and laying down comfortably on the bed. “You’re gonna need it.”

Brian looked at you in disbelief. “Oh please. I’ve dealt with concerts for years. How bad can it be?!”

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ellewritesathing · 4 years ago

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(Un)Requited - I.L IV

Summary: Isaac Lahey had gone through many twists and turns in his life, but none of them compared to the whiplash he got when you asked him to tutor you. With a few weeks until the end of the semester and the big dance coming up, he’s hoping to figure out a way to ask you to go with him before it’s too late.

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A/N: i’m still working on the last part of this fic so i’ll probably only update again in a week or two!! sorry guys 💕

Things between you and Isaac had been weird ever since he walked away from you that day on the lacrosse field. His jokes were delivered a little more awkwardly, your laughter was a few seconds shorter, and whenever it felt like the tension was starting to dissipate, your phone would light up and Stiles’ name would be on your screen. Isaac hated it.

He hated the anger he carried around in his chest all the time. He hated how jealous he was of Stiles. Most of all, he hated that his relationship with you was fucked because he couldn’t get over a stupid crush. Sure, it was a crush he’d had since he was ten, but it was just a crush. He shouldn’t have let it, for lack of a better word, crush him like this.

Isaac was busy shoving some books into his overpopulated locker when he felt a very familiar tap on his shoulder.

When he turned, you were beaming at him with such warmth and familiarity that Isaac forgot that things were weird between you for a second. “Guess what.” Your voice barely contained your excitement.

“Greenberg walked into a locker again?” Isaac asked, deliberately stalling to keep you around him a bit longer.

You laughed and shoved his arm playfully. “No, silly.” You made the booklet of paper in your hands dance and pressed it into his hands. Your hands were cool to the touch. Probably guessing that he was paying more attention to the physical contact than whatever was on the paper, you pointed to the top corner of the page and said, “Look!”

Isaac repressed a laugh but he still smiled at you before looking down at the paper. It was an algebra test with a B+ in big, red block letters and an extra credit assignment with a perfect score. “No way!” Isaac grinned and pulled you into a hug. “See, I told you that you could do it!”

Your arms wrapped around his waist and you laughed into his chest. Slowly, you looked up at him and tapped his chest lightly. “Yeah, but I never could have done it without you,” you said.

For a moment, it was like the whole world slowed down, leaving you and Isaac alone in the quiet hallway. Isaac almost could have sworn your heart was beating as fast as his was, but that wouldn’t make any sense. There was no reason for your heart to beat faster because of Isaac.

But Stiles showed up before Isaac had a chance to figure out why your heart was beating like that and you pulled away.

“Hey.” He drew the word out in that annoying voice of his. Stiles was unusually easy-going considering that he hated Isaac and he was dating you, and the two of you had been tangled up not even a moment before. “What are we celebrating?”

You'd pulled away from Isaac so that you were only holding onto him with one hand, just barely around his lower back, as you handed Stiles your test. “I’m almost an A student. You know, I’m thinking of changing my career goals from trophy wife to mathematician.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. You could totally be a trophy wife and a mathematician,” Stiles said with an aggravating smile. He was so good at saying stuff like that that it drove Isaac up a wall.

You laughed and pretended to be offended as you grabbed your test back. You let go of Isaac to harass Stiles but you soon enough you were laughing and nestling yourself under Stiles’ arm. His fingers interlaced with yours easily as you said something equally charming and witty to him.

“Yeah, yeah.” Stiles rolled his eyes and smiled at you. His thumb grazed yours as he tilted his head down, almost bumping his forehead into your head. “You sure I can’t convince you to grab lunch with me and Scott? We could ditch Scott.”

You let out a self-conscious laugh and ducked your head. “As tempting as that offer is…” you untangled yourself from Stiles and took a step back from him. “Isaac and I have a date with some suits.”

Not that kind of date, Isaac reminded himself as he gave Stiles his best attempt at a friendly smile. Judging by Stiles’ reaction, it came out as more of a grimace.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Stiles scratched the side of his face. “Cutting the dance prep a little short, aren’t you?”

Isaac straightened up and tried to get the venom out of his voice. “Yeah, well, we had some unexpected interruptions. You don’t mind though, right?”

“Absolutely not,” Stiles said, not sounding defensive, exactly, but definitely not as easy-going as before. He looked over at you and squeezed your hand as he said something about catching up with you later.

You took a deep breath and ran your hand through your hair as Stiles disappeared into the sea of hormonal teenagers. “So-” you stepped closer to Isaac and gave him a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Ready to go?”

If Isaac was honest, he’d tell you that the absolute last thing he ever wanted to do was go shopping for a suit that he didn’t want to wear to a dance he didn’t care about, but he couldn’t be honest with you - not about his feelings, and not about this dance - because you were trying.

Isaac wanted to try, too. He really did, but Isaac's problem was that he wasn’t as good as you. Then again no one was as good as you, but still. Isaac had to try or he’d lose you again.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” The closing of Isaac’s locker punctuated his lie better than his smiling grimace ever could.

If you noticed his bad mood - which might have been difficult considering how Isaac was almost always in a bad mood these days - you were nice enough not to mention it as the two of you made your way through the school to the parking lot. Instead, you told him more about your classes and how Greenberg did, in fact, walk into a locker earlier that day.

There was an anxious lilt to your voice as you talked about your English paper that Isaac didn’t recognize. Sure, he’d seen you be nervous before tests and that first day in the hallway, but this was different. That had been unsure while this was second-guessing. That had been butterflies, and this was a sinking feeling.

Isaac couldn’t wrap his head around what could have been making you anxious. You were happy about your grades, you’d been excited about your parents leaving you home alone so they could check on Alex for the weekend, and you had Stiles. With all that, plus the dance coming up, you shouldn’t have been anxious.

And yet there you were, mumbling curse words under your breath when people cut you off on the road and hiding a frown behind a tight smile as you pulled into a parking space.

You killed the engine and sighed as you turned to Isaac. “Hey, so I’ve gotta tell you something about Stiles-”

“Why are we outside a thrift store?” Isaac asked as he peered through the windscreen.

The store was cute. Bright sunflowers painted next to yellow letters that swirled together to spell ‘Anne’s Next to New Clothing and Trinkets.’ A white table with a flower arrangement and some of the aforementioned trinkets. Through the window, Isaac could make out a little girl trying on about a dozen necklaces while her dad apologized to the person behind the counter. Cute, but it didn’t make sense.

Isaac turned to look at you when he realized that he’d interrupted you and you probably thought he was the most self-absorbed idiot in the world. You were staring at him with wide eyes as if to prove his point.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No, don’t be sorry.” Your surprise melted into a nervous laugh and you dropped your gaze for a moment. When you looked back at him, your smile had softened into something smaller, something more genuine. “Since our mall trip ended so badly, I thought we could try something else.”

Isaac gave you a lazy smile and nodded his head to the store. “Something next to new?”

You scrunched up your face and groaned, putting your face in your hands. “Ugh, this was a dumb idea, wasn’t it? We can leave. Give me a sec to pull out-”

“No. No, that’s not what I meant-” Isaac reached over to grab your hands before he realized what he was doing. With one touch, it was like you erased the entire world that existed outside your car. It was just you, Isaac, and a whole bunch of electricity. “I just meant,” he said quietly, “that it was really nice of you to do this for me. I’m not really used to people doing nice things for me.”

“Well, get used to it because I’m not going anywhere,” you told him. Your words were quiet but your smile was playful. “Come on.” You tilted your head to the door and pulled away.

Isaac tried to get his heart to beat normally again as your door clicked open and thumped close behind you. He took two deep, steady breaths, then shook his head and met you at the front of your car.

You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for him. With a nervous smile, you led Isaac inside. The bell chimed as you opened the door, ringing in Isaac’s head as you greeted the cashier, and Isaac went on the awkward defensive again. He ran his hands along the swaths of fabric as the two of you made your way through the store. Felt, polyester, cotton, and wool greeted his fingertips until Isaac stopped in the formalwear section.

Old dresses mixed with a bizarre assortment of wedding attire and four suits, two with three pieces and each a different color to the last. Isaac took his eyes off the suits to find you trying to hide your glances at him. Isaac didn’t bother to hide his amusement at your secrecy.

“What?” You laughed when you caught Isaac waiting for you to steal another look at him. You tucked some hair behind your ear without thinking about it.

Isaac smiled, stifling another laugh. “I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you want to.” You looked at Isaac with an expression he couldn’t place. Friendly, playful, but just as he tried putting a better word to it, you looked away. Turning your attention to a gray suit, you waved Isaac over. “What do you think of this one?”

Isaac sighed as he made his way over and tilted his head to get a better look at the suit. “I mean, it’s not terrible,” Isaac said, running his hands up the lapel.

You laughed and bumped your arm into Isaac’s. “Well, high praise for this one aside,” you teased, “maybe we should find something a notch above ‘not terrible’ for the big night.”

“Whatever you say,” Isaac said with a smile. The one suit was a baby blue, which instantly struck it out of Isaac’s book and left him with two black options. Boring, yes, but that’s what made them safe.

Nevertheless, you ushered Isaac into the changing room with his two boring suits and made him promise to take his time so you could try and pick something out for yourself. The thought of you waiting for him made Isaac’s stomach lurch, but he still promised to give each suit a fair chance.

The first suit was a slightly snug; not awful looking, but not the most comfortable. If Isaac was going to be wearing this thing all night in a crowd full of sweaty teenagers, then he was going to need something with a little more breathing room for his inevitable panic attack.

So, shoving away the thoughts of how ridiculous this whole thing was, Isaac changed into the other suit. The button-up was missing a few buttons but he could sew new ones with minimal effort. It fit better than the other one had and didn’t cut off his air supply. Plus, the waistcoat somehow made him look less like a scrawny kid playing dress-up and more like someone who actually had it together.

Looking at himself in this suit, Isaac could imagine himself as the kind of guy you’d have feelings for. Not a guy like Stiles because that would make him throw up, but someone charming. Maybe even eloquent. The kind of guy that didn’t live in his older brother’s shadow or own three different copies of Persuasion (one was a library book he forgot to return, one had been his mom’s, and the other just had a nicer cover than the rest).

In this suit, Isaac had a nicer cover than he usually did.

Realizing that he’d probably spent like five minutes just staring at himself and twisting one of the broken buttons, Isaac raced to get changed. He threw the suit to the side and jumped into his jeans and pulled on his baggy gray t-shirt. Isaac was in the process of pulling on his hoodie and forcing the suit back onto its hanger when he stepped out of the changing room and almost knocked you off your feet.

Reflexively, Isaac grabbed you to keep you from falling over. He stammered out several apologies as his heart exploded, but all you did was laugh.

“It’s okay, promise,” you said with a smile. You held onto Isaac as you got back to your feet. After several seconds of awkward silence, you asked, “So did either of them come out ‘not terrible?’”

“Uh, yeah.” Isaac held out the crumpled suit to you. “This one’s not so bad.”

“Not so bad,” you echoed, taking the suit from Isaac and smoothing it out. “We’ll take it!”

Isaac couldn’t help but laugh. You were adorable and very, very far out of his league. Still, he hung up the rejected suit and met you at the counter to pay.

He was so preoccupied with thoughts of accidentally injuring you that he didn’t notice that you’d already bought something. When Isaac asked about it over celebratory frozen yogurt, all you said was that you needed something for the dance, too.

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Isaac had never been someone with high hopes. He’d given up on anticipating the future ever since he was thrown into a grave and turned into a werewolf; but, still, he found himself with some very unrealistic expectations of how the dance would go. Chief of which being that you’d ditch Stiles and confess your undying love to Isaac.

Actually, not ‘undying’ love because the universe might take that as a sign to make you immortal or something, and that kind of information wasn’t something Isaac thought he could recover from.

His other expectations, supernatural dilemma aside, were to get through the night without bleeding and to, maybe, hopefully, get to dance with you before leaving early.

Two very simple hopes that went unfilled.

First, Stiles was an asshole and hung around you the whole night. His presence made it impossible for Isaac to talk to you about anything other than the decorations and, if that wasn’t annoying enough, Stiles barely even looked at you. You didn’t mind and Erica didn’t even seem to notice his staring, but Isaac noticed. Isaac minded.

Seeing as it was unlikely that any declaration of love, undying or not, was going to made with Stiles Fucking Stilinski jumping around like a kid on a sugar high, Isaac excused himself to get something to drink and maybe punch a wall. You seemed disappointed - not at the wall punching, because Isaac didn’t mention that, but at his leaving. Still, you let him go with a smile nonetheless.

Isaac smiled, too. It felt like all he’d been doing the whole night was smiling, even when you gave him your sympathies about Erica not being his date. He was going to explain everything to you right then and there when Stiles had shown up with his stupid hair and frustrating jokes.

The punch had a sharp, bitter taste that wasn’t there at the beginning of the night and Isaac pulled a face. His dislike of alcohol wasn’t because he was worried about getting drunk (his supernatural metabolism made sure that was never a possibility), but because he just didn’t like the taste. Thanks to his dad, he’d been around the stuff long enough for it to lose its appeal.

Dumping his glass in a potted plant, Isaac turned back to survey the gym. He’d just spotted you in the crowd when Erica and Boyd materialized on either side of him. Erica grabbed his now empty cup and threw it to the side.

“Hey!” Isaac whined.

“We have to go,” she said in her black and blue voice. “Derek needs us.”

Of course, he did. Heaven forbid Isaac had one night free from Hale drama. “Right now?”

“Right now,” Boyd repeated. “The hunters are making their move and Derek says there’s another wolf pack. He can’t take them all by himself. Sorry, man.”

Erica put her hands on Isaac’s shoulders and steered him towards the dance floor. “So go tell your sweetheart that there’s a family emergency and meet us outside, okay?” She shoved him into the floor before Isaac had the chance to argue.

Isaac wasn’t sure where you came from, but you caught him before he landed on his ass, at least. Your face was full of concern as you helped Isaac stand back up and asked what was going on.

Casting a look over his shoulder, Isaac couldn’t find Erica or Boyd. They were already on the move and Isaac didn’t have time to explain everything. “I’ve gotta go,” Isaac interrupted you. He let out a breath as he turned back to you. Then, with a painful smile, he added, “Family emergency.”

“Oh,” you said. You blinked hard as you thought of something else to say. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, Erica and Boyd are already outside,” Isaac said. It was hard for him to focus on you over the sound of the music and his beating heart. “I, uh- I’ve had a lot of fun with you these past few weeks. Thanks.”

You nodded, looking down at your intertwined hands for a second. You gave his hands a squeeze. “Me too,” you said. “I’ll see you on Monday?”

“Monday,” Isaac lied with a bittersweet smile. He decided, since he was most likely going to be killed in the woods in seventeen minutes anyway, to do something that he’d never dreamed possible.

Letting go of your hands, Isaac stepped forward and kissed your cheek. He disappeared before you had the chance to say anything.

If the night had ended there, it wouldn’t have mattered much that none of Isaac’s hopes had been met because at least he’d gotten to kiss your cheek. The problem was that, like most nights, it didn’t end when Isaac wanted it to.

The night kept going, and Isaac got shot with arrows and electrocuted with arrows and mauled by some out of control werewolves. He’d lost Erica and Boyd somewhere in the chaos and he’d never even found Derek to begin with. The night kept going, and Isaac was bloody and alone.

He couldn’t go back to the loft, purely because he wasn’t strong enough to make it there. He had no idea where the root cellar was. The night kept going, and Isaac was bleeding out with nowhere to turn.

Still, he ran.

Isaac had survived so much in his short time on this goddamn bitch of an earth, and he wasn’t about to give up because his spleen had ruptured or because he had no idea where he was. No, Isaac ran because - despite everything - he wanted to live.

He ran and ran until he eventually found something familiar. Unluckily, it wasn’t the hospital or the animal clinic but your house. Isaac would have kept running if he thought his leg could make it, but he knew they couldn’t.

So, Isaac made the agonizing journey up to your front door. He rang the bell. You’d just opened the door, and all Isaac managed to get out was: “I didn’t know where else to go.”

And then he collapsed.

Part 5

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lizacstuff · 4 years ago

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SCK ask (more 36/37)

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Anonymous said: I agree with your takes on how the writers just aren't nuanced with Serkan's character, but there's also parts of the criticism that dip into acting choices rather than script especially knowing how much they improvise. I've seen people annoyed with certain tiny things like "why aren't they holding hands here" or "why doesn't he LOOK in love here" and it kinda makes me uncomfortable? If, for the fandom, basically everything edser do is "unscripted" then it feels like they're almost blaming Kerem

Oh boy this fandom and their “unscripted” this and “Edser left the chat” that. I can’t tell you how uncomfortable that makes me. It takes 100s of people to make this show, Hande and Kerem are not the writers, and while their personal closeness may impact their comfort levels while working, everything Edser does is NOT evidence of a relationship. Sheesh. So insulting to them as actors.

You know what narrative I’ve seen spring up that is also insulting? The “Kerem is so over this and has just checked out.” WOW, way to indict him and call his professionalism into question. I have not seen anything on screen that makes me believe this is true. The fans who say that I think are just really butthurt about this storyline and projecting it onto the actors, but they should realize what they’re saying when they do that. It’s extremely rude.

As for scripted vs unscripted, the actors make 100s of choices per episode that were not verbatim in the script, that is what they are supposed to do. They and the director interpret the script. As for fans criticizing Kerem for things like, “why aren’t they holding hands here” or “Why doesn’t Serkan look more in love there” not sure where that criticism is coming from, but that is probably during dialogue, that is scripted, where they are trying to create a certain mood and perhaps hand holding wouldn’t work in that moment. Or the exact look a random fan wants, wouldn’t work in that moment. Whether we like it or not, this set of writers have decided Serkan is an actual robot, that is not Kerem’s doing. At all.

Obviously, all that being said, there are a lot of wholly improvised scenes in this show. More than on any show I’ve ever watched. Anytime there’s a montage of them doing something, that’s improvised. The script probably says “Eda and Serkan make sandwiches” or “the gang plays volleyball” or “Eda and Serkan recreate the pottery scene from Ghost” and the actors go to town. We know from Kerem’s recent tweets that parts of when they were high were improvised, because he tweeted about how the horsey sound was inspired by the BTS video of 25 that he posted, and he talked about being inspired by the movie The Mask when improvising the tango scene. These actors are good at it, I’m glad the show recognizes that and continues to create opportunities for them to do that. But that shouldn’t be confused with them having control over the over-arching story that is being told. They don’t deserve any blame for this mess.

Anonymous said: i think the problem (about feeling disjointed that you were talking about in your asks) has to do with drastic tone shifts, which i feel has always been a prevalent problem in the show. the balance between too MUCH drama and heaviness to all of a sudden super light-hearted fluffiness, but none of the payoff for the past drama that occurred. or maybe some of the payoff is still coming with this new selin drama because i don't see what the other use for it would be.

Yes, lets hope there is payoff still coming. And good observation on the tone shifts, I agree with you, but I think prior to 29, the drama was less impactful to the viewer. The crash/amnesia storyline was so heavy and so upsetting that it’s like whiplash to have the lighter stuff when the characters are in that sort of agony. But I agree with you that that balance is where a lot of the disjointed feelings come from. They try to insert comedy to lighten up and against this horrible backdrop that only ends up either making the side characters look callous, or the main characters like they don't remember the last scene.

To your point about it always being there, I remember being like “whoa, what was that” when the narrative would be going merrily along and then suddenly throw some very heavy character stuff at us. Like in 6, when it’s a battle of wills and a merry race against time and then all of a sudden we are learning about Serkan’s brother dying and getting the first glimpse of his childhood trauma. Or in 10 when the tone shifts and we learn about how Eda’s parents were crushed by a retaining wall and the terror surrounding her claustrophobia. I remember thinking at the start this is such a light fluffy show, but they’ve really given the characters some heavy mental health stuff to deal with. Serkan has panic attacks, Eda has claustrophobia and some sort of narcolepsy, Aydan is agoraphobic. It’s always been pretty heavy underneath it all.

Anonymous said: You know what would be nice to see after the rejected proposal? If Eda doesn’t really give Serkan a reason and he decides that she must have said no because of the way he treated her during the amnesia days. And then we see him anguishing over it. The writers could actually have another chance here to write a better conversation for them. Will they do it? Probably not but it’d be nice.

If this is a device for Serkan to self-reflect, I’ll all for it. It would be nice!

Anonymous said: Do u think we’ll get another fragman? Maybe tmr or thursday?

I think we’ll get one later today, we shall see. I don’t know whether to eagerly await it or be terrified at the prospect. Hopefully, some of the footage they shot yesterday will be in it!

Anonymous said: For the next episode, I am manifesting a scene of Eda putting Selin in her place when she shows back up in the office. Not in a “Serkan is my man kind of way” but more you need to remember that “I have 45% of the shares & I am done putting up with your crap.” Would also love a scene of Selin saying that Serkan asked her to come back and Eda saying she does not care.

I’m kind of hoping that Selin never steps foot in Art Life again, but we shall see. However, I take your point, a scene like that would be satisfying to watch. Selin did not show nearly enough deference to Eda when Eda was a partner, while Selin demanded it when the tables were turned. It was maddening.

Anonymous said: So I am really hoping the fragman was misleading and the writers do not have Eda spending the whole episode trying to find out if Selin is really pregnant or not. Admittedly I am a tad bit bitter after the lack of a real apology from Serkan in the last episode and him telling Selin to stay at the company but that is still an awful story to give Eda after everything she has been through. Plus Deniz tells Eda to be careful of Selin and that she is after something which if it is just trying to trap Serkan with the pregnancy then why not just say that. Seems like Selin is up to something else as well. The scenes in the fragman do not seem to go together so hopefully this episode will actually be full of some good surprises.

We shall see. I think they have to have Eda investigating on her own to find out whether Selin is really pregnant or not for the plot. Anyway that’s what I’m speculating. She has to find out Selin’s really pregnant, without talking to Serkan (because I still believe he can debunk it immediately because he didn’t sleep with her), and decide to leave. Which will lead to what I hope we may see in the second fragman today. Airport scene!

However, that is just spec, we’ll have to wait and see.

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