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greyspirehollow · 3 months ago

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MURDER AT THE HOSPITAL Chapter 3

Warnings : discussion of an on-going case ; allusions to medication ; possible signs of depression ;I might’ve not listed them all, I feel like this chapter is lighter than the others

I would rate this chapter and the overall fic 16 +

Liam woke up around 10 AM Sunday. He groaned and rubbed his face, reaching for his phone on the night stand, checking for any notifications. No messages… He shouldn’t be surprised. He looked at his agenda. “oh yeah, right… The lab results” he mumbled, his voice hoarse with sleep. He rolled onto his back with a heavy sigh. Why was it so hard to get out of bed on Sundays…? It’s not like his mattress was overwhelmingly cozy. He took a moment to just lay there, and enjoy the feeling of the covers against himself, of the pillow under his head, of the gentle sound of the rain on his window and closed blinds, and the distant sound of cars passing by. Oh sweet, it was raining ! He smiled slightly and sat up in bed. Despite his lack of motivation, the weather was a bit of an encouragement. He always loved the rain… Sure, it was nicer in more rural areas, but rain is rain, and rain is nice. He stretched, and got up from the bed, yawning. He walked over the chair in the corner of his small bedroom, looking through the clothes carelessly discarded onto it and picking what he’d put on after breakfast. He then walked lazily towards the kitchen, opening the cabinets. Oh, he didn’t have any cookies left… He groaned and decided to make himself a simple hot chocolate. He grabbed his mug and got to the task.

All the blinds were almost fully closed, leaving the tiny apartment in a dull grey-ish morning light. Liam leaned back against the sink as he drank his hot chocolate. He let his gaze wander over what he called his place ; the bed sheets were messy, and the clothes onto the chair next to it didn’t help. There were no decorations, and the walls were a depressing blank white. He remembered he’d actually taken off the decorations, he’d come to dislike them after a while. The door to the bathroom was open ; the blue tiles made the inside look like a generic stock image and the shower’s glass door could use a good wipe, the thin layer of dried limestone residue from the water clinging to the transparent material like fungus. Near his closet in the bedroom was a desk, filled to the brim with endless papers : research, prescriptions, taxes, rent… He then spotted the familiar orange bottle of medication onto his night stand. It was almost the only touch of color amidst all thhis. The irony… There wasn’t much else to look at… It was a very small apartment after all. It was bland. A bit messy. This wasn’t a home. This was just… A place. His place.

He sighed as he finished his hot chocolate, a heavy feeling in his chest, and got ready to head out to the lab, grabbing his wallet, keys, and pack of cigarettes.

It was around 2 PM when Liam headed towards the central-city’s gym. He’d sent a text to Vulgora about the results and they’d just asked him to go meet them there. He looked up at the building’s facade, then stepped in. He immediately felt a little self-conscious as he saw all those muscular people go about their workout routine. He felt his cheeks flush and a sad feeling tugging at his heartstrings – he’d never had the courage to start working out himself, and it was something he was… Ashamed of. He shook his head and focused on finding Vulgora, file tucked under his arm and hands in the pocket of his black hoodie.

He wandered towards the treadmills, but not finding them there he turned around and spotted them at the other side of the gym, towards the weights. He steeled himself and walked over there.

Vulgora didn’t hear him approach, their bluetooth earbuds blasting Rob Zombie into their eardrums as they focused on the weight at their feet which they were about to lift yet again. A thin layer of sweat coated their forehead, making a few strands of hair stick to it. They furrowed their brows, while Liam watched wide-eyed as they leaned down, picked up and lifted the bar with little to no struggle, their muscles flexing with practiced ease. ‘How much is that…?’ wondered Liam. Vulgora held the weights up for a good fifteen seconds before letting it drop back down on the floor with a loud THUD, a heavy sigh and a grunt. They shook their hands slightly, re-adjusting their gloves when they finally spotted Liam. He watched the other man and the way his jaw hung slack. “what?” they asked impatiently, removing their earbuds.

Liam tried to gather his thoughts, blinking a few times and remembering why he was there in the first place. “Uhm… here-” he held up the folder. “I’ve got the lab results.” he said, as Vulgora nodded before talking a gulp of water out of their bottle. They grabbed a towel which they carelessly threw over their shoulder before gathering their stuff back in their sport backpack. Liam couldn’t help but ask…

“How much was that?”

“170.” Vulgora responded nonchalantly. Liam raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.

“Pounds?”

“Kilograms.”

The man felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets, but he was not prepared for what they said next. They grinned as they added : “And I’m a little rusty. I went up to 215 once.”

The air was positively knocked out of Liam’s lungs, which earned a prideful chuckle out of the red-haired police officer. “Come on ! We’ll go sit at the Rowdy Raven and you can tell me all about it.” they said, before walking towards the exit, Liam after them.

As they sat down at a table in a more secluded corner, and both ordered themselves a drink. As Vulgora flipped through the file, Liam lit himself a cigarette, waiting until they were done looking over it all. Their brows were furrowed as they focused, while Liam’s eyes wandered over the pictures from where he sat. A strange numbness overcame his mind – he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was familiar with corpses, sure. But it was rare to stumble upon such a peculiar specimen… woah woah woah not the time to think like that Liam, someone died. He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting in his seat and looking away, drawing a puff out of his cigarette. He looked up at the TV broadcasting the news, and focused on the headline : “Worrisome disappearances in South End” ; but before he could listen to any of the reports, Vulgora spoke up.

“That body was in Eltowen forest? That’s out the city…” they mused aloud. Liam nodded, his mind going back to the crime scene.

“It was dug up two days before we found it. Like I had suspected it was in a humid area, but it rains quite often around Eltowen so I’m not so surprised.”

Vulgora nodded slowly, their eyes going over the report. “Death by strangulation… And traces of stab wounds?”

Liam nodded, then commented “It’s possible Rick tried to defend himself and knocked the weapon out of the murderer’s hands, who then had to resort to strangling him. But it can also be the opposite, maybe they stabbed first and finished him by strangulation. I don’t know why they would, though.”

The way Liam was so nonchalant about this made them scrunch their nose slightly. But well, in his line of work, they could guess he had to separate himself from all this to not let the atrocities get to his head… They decided to shift the subject, if only a tiny bit.

“What about Rick himself? Do we know anything about him?”

Liam tapped some ash from his cigarette into the ash tray on the table while answering : “He lived in the Heart Disrtrict, around Red Street in a small average neighborhood. He worked at the concrete factory, uhm- I think it’s called Tower? And he has a wife and a single kid, a toddler.”

Vulgora nodded, their lips pursed in thought “So… A normal, respectable member of society…? Dammit, that doesn’t help much.” they sighed “We’ll have to interrogate the wife.” They weren’t too thrilled by the idea.

Liam nodded and added : “The wife, the friends, the coworkers, the superiors… We’ll have to see what kind of path he took every day to go to work, too.”

Vulgora had to hold back a groan, already bored by the mere idea of doing all that. Liam continued, smiling slightly. “Then if we find anything we’ll have to get a warrant, and then try and search people’s homes, and-”

“uuuUUUGHHH-” Vulgora groaned as they leaned their head back against the wall, earning a chuckle out of the man sitting across them.

It was around 4 PM when Liam and Vulgora finished discussing the investigation, and although the scientist had tried to make conversation through a bit of small talk, Vulgora seemed unusually closed off about their life at the moment. They’d left a little more pissed off than usual after downing their whiskey. He walked back towards his apartment complex. It was only a few minutes away, after all. He climbed the stairs, the sounds of his steps bouncing off the near walls until he reached the second floor, and opened the apartment’s door with his keys. It was exactly as he left it.

He sighed and went to wash his hands and face, then changed into something more comfortable. He walked over the window and opened it, leaning on the edge and lighting himself another cigarette, while looking at the rows of buildings and the sky above. The sun was already low, just touching the top of the buildings, another reminder that winter was coming closer each day that passed. He got lost in thoughts for a little longer when he was pulled out of his daze by his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Curious, he went over there and picked it up, expecting a text from Julian. He didn’t look at the screen before he was back on his spot at the window. His brows furrowed when he saw the message was from an unsaved number…

Liam stared wide eyed at his screen as the conversation with the neurosurgeon ended. His fingers were burning with the need to talk more, to send them all the lab results that had come in today, to voice all his thoughts and freshly formed theories about the case… He sighed, drawing a puff of his cigarette, trying to clear his head. But he couldn’t help but wonder why the doctor was so interested in the investigation – besides, they were the top suspect… Did they have something to do with that murder? Were they toying with him? He bit down on his lip, the gears in his head churning. He let out a heavy sigh as he left the window, and plopped back down on his bed. At least, this was a welcome distraction from the monotony of his routine...

Author's note : I'M SORRY THIS EPISODE IS SO RUSHED waaah - I just struggle a little with the story's progression,, I don't want to go TOO fast but at the same time I wanna write the SERIOUS STUFF ARGH

Feedback is always greatly appreciated !!

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arkhamsrevenge · 2 years ago

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The 16th of August

August 16th

I knew exactly what day it was before I opened my eyes. The 12:00 am alarm went off on my phone. Fighting to open my eyes, I took a deep breath and sat up in bed. The alarm still rang, I slowly silenced it. Deep breath. It’s never going to get easier. In 5 years breathing, being normal hasn’t gotten easier. Therapists have told me grieving has not timer.

“It’ll get better.”

“There was nothing you could have done.”

“These things just happen.”

“Life is cruel like that sometime but it gets easier to deal with.”

Eating is a hassle, working, existing, hell even walking takes a ton of motivation. But today, is the one day everything feels the heaviest. My feet padded towards the kitchen, the light to above the island was dimmed but I was still able to make my way to the fridge. Inside, a small red velvet cupcake sat waiting. I pulled it out, set it on a porcelain plate and searched for a candle. Yellow. Perfect color. Once found, I sunk the candle in the vanilla frosting. Another deep breathe. My chest tightens, as if my body is trying to restrict me from breathing. The knot has been there since the day I got that call.

“I’m sorry Ms. Elliot. He..died in a bombing when we were visiting Ethiopia.” A bombing? Dead? Him? I remember being confused, he always seemed so invincible, like nothing could ever touch him let alone hurt him. For weeks I went over everything in my head. Read through tons of news articles and feverishly searched through websites looking for SOMETHING, a missing piece that tied this altogether. Something about that day didn’t sit right. Maybe I was just in denial, maybe he really was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Still my time with him seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Come on! Just this once? You have an A in history, you can afford to miss a class or two! Please? For my birthday?”

Smiling at the memory of him and I ditching Gotham Academy for a day to celebrate his birthday. We were all over Gotham that day. We went bookstore hopping, motorcycle stopping and finally stopped at the Gotham Diner where I paid for 2 burgers, fries and a large shake for us to split. Both of us got back home late as we decided to walk through the park and talk about anything that was on our minds. I wanted to tell him then. But I thought we had all the time in the world. I wish we had more time. Opening the balcony doors, I brought the cupcake to a small glass table. Looking out at the city below me, I set the cupcake down, pulled out a lighter and lit the candle. I sank to my knees, laid my elbows on the table and rested my chin on my hands. Closing my eyes, I took another deep breathe and waited. Listening to the busy street below, feeling the cool August breeze swirling around me.

“Happy Birthday Jason.” I said, as I blew out the candle. Leaving the cupcake outside. I turned back to head in, closing the doors behind me. Every year I leave a cupcake out, Jason’s favorite flavor and every year I end up throwing it away when the morning sun comes around. Maybe one day I’ll learn he’s really not coming back. I slipped into bed and fell asleep fast. Before I knew it my 9 am alarm woke me up. I stretched and lazily put on a t-shirt and shorts that did not match. Making my way to the balcony doors I opened them, planning to throughout another cupcake. As my eyes were fixated on the glass table, I was met with shock. The cupcake was gone. I stood there confused for a second, blinking several times thinking I was still sleeping. My heart started to pound in my ears, I broke out in a nervous sweat. Slowly I made my way over to the table, carefully grabbed the plate and lifted it to take inside. I note stuck to the bottom of it. I shakily put the plate down and read the note.

Thank you.

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yesimwriting · 4 years ago

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Solace (part 2)

SOLACE (part 2)

A part two but kinda works as a stand alone!!

A/n y’all seemed to like the first one so I thought I’d make a part two :)) This was NOT meant to be a series but now I kind of have an idea to make this a mini series where each part is kind of a blurb that connects to the last part and I think I might do that.

Pairing: General Kirigan/the Darkling x Heartrender! reader

Summary: The day after you go visit General Kirigan at night is also the day he decides he can become more honest about his intentions for you. The softness of it all is starting to get to you but you have a good friend to remind you that it’s okay to feel happy.

The sunlight peers into the room shyly. It stirs me awake into a soft bliss. Warmth. When was the last time I woke up feeling so warm? So rested? I squint my eyes open, still calm. But when my vision finally adjusts, I feel like ice all over again. This is not where I’m supposed to be.

Memories of sneaking here in the darkness of night, speaking to Kirigan so freely, and then letting him convince me to stay. He had seemed to want me here then, in the night when loneliness finds easy prey in even the most hardened individuals...but now, in the morning sunlight--he’ll regret it. We made it clear I’d stay only that night--and that night is now gone. Maybe he expects me to be gone before he rises. I know that’s what most men expect after taking company for the night, but we didn’t exactly partake in activities like that. I think what we did is worse.

Relations like that are about desire, falling asleep with someone else borders on intimacy. One misstep and who knows what I’ll invoke? I shift my gaze upwards, careful to not move in hopes of not disturbing the arms he’s draped across my back, holding me to him. Kirigan seems different in sleep, softer. His features are still sharp, but there’s something gentle about seeing him vulnerable. Something about the way his lashes brush against his cheeks and his lips stay parted just slightly. This moment can never repeat itself. It can never happen again, so I’ll have to hold onto this.

Cautiously, I prepare to slip out of his grasp even though it feels like its the only thing tethering me to this world. I touch his first hand, moving it off of me slowly. I wait a second, and when he remains unstirring I move his other hand.

“What are you so eager for, little wolf?” The raspy, tired quality of his voice leaves my stomach fluttering. His words jar me so much I find myself frozen.

He reaches lazily, placing an arm on the center of my back, trying to ease me back into place. “It’s morning now.”

His thumb brushes up and down my back in a way meant to lull me. “I’m the Shadow Summoner, the night lasts as long as I want it to.” He lets out an easy breath, “And I’m prolonging it.”

Ignoring the warmth the implications of his words bring, I decide to focus on how dramatic he is. “Dramatic even so early in the morning.”

Kirigan’s eyes flutter open, the slightest smile playing at the edge of his lips. “Watch yourself, little wolf.” There is no malice in his voice, only something hinting at teasing too humane for me to trust.

I roll my eyes, letting his fingers brush wherever he wants them to--up and down my back, down the arms I am too aware of. The desire to touch him easily, casually, just to prove that I have that privilege. I stretch, pushing down thoughts of rejection as I place a hand on his chest. He pauses, one hand frozen in place on my back. Slowly, he moves his hand away from me. I tense, preparing to retract my hand. He catches my hand before I can pull it away, moving it towards him easily until my hand is against his cheek.

“Y/n.” He’s called me my name so few times, and the restraint in his voice leaves me unnerved. “Will you wear a black kefta today?”

His color. Perhaps he meant the promise of solace more literally than I thought. Anyone who sees me will think I’ve been claimed by him in one way or another. Perhaps I have been. The thought stirs my chest, moving me in a way I can’t distinguish as a positive or negative. I feel myself being ensnared in a lovely trap, but when I look at him, at the honesty burning in his gaze, it’s almost as if he’s asking me to claim him.

“Yes.” Again the word leaves me as if willed by some outside force.

Kirigan’s intensity dwindles slightly. His hand drops from over mine, but I keep mine on his cheek, running my thumb across his skin. “You’ll do good for me today, little wolf.” His words leave no room for argument. I think speaking like that is a talent of his. “You always do so good for me.” The admiration in his words melt something in me, my entire body warmed in a way I don’t understand. Kirigan brushes his knuckles across my cheek again.

I’ve been silent for too long, each second I waste inflating his ego. “You’re suspiciously nice in the mornings.”

“You’re only skeptical because you never let anyone take care of you.” His words are chiding and the implication of them leaves my face warm. “So much promise,” he muses, hand trailing down my jawline, “So much power,” his fingers skim down my neck and across my collarbone. “I wonder what someone like you could do with an amplifier.”

An amplifier. I’ve seen them in use, and knowing what I could do with something that strengthens my already abrasive abilities. I could be a monster so easily. Kirigan must see some of my concern because he’s quick to sit up a little more in order to close the distance between us the way he did last night. He brushes his lips against my collarbone in a way that leaves me distracted by wanting. A wanting for what, I’m not sure. I ease into his touch.

“Today everyone will know what you are.” His voice is gentle against the base of my neck. “And they will know that we are meant to be equals.”

I feel the need to panic rise in my chest, but it’s dulled by the warmth his lips leave against my skin. “I’m only a Heartrender, I can’t be your equal.”

“You are,” he whispers, so assured, “With a heart as good as yours you may even be more.”

His words are too weighted for so early in the morning, but there is always tension with him. Shadows are meant to be weightless but I think they’re like anything else--carry enough of them and eventually you’ll break.

When he straightens I move to follow him, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek. “You’re good, too.” There has to be goodness in him. No one capable of such warmth and gentleness can be made up entirely of wicked things.

“You claimed I was a villain.”

Did my words really impact him so? “My opinion isn’t law.”

Something strange flickers across his features. “It might as well be.”

I swallow back a bundle of nerves. “Sometimes I’m wrong.”

The words crack something vulnerable in me. A part of me thinks he can feel the part of me that’s breaking in hopes of offering him something.

“You really are my solace.” I don’t know how to reciprocate such a gilded sentiment.

I rest my head against his shoulder, taking his hand. “I’m glad to be that.”

He squeezes my hand. “We should go get ready before people start to notice our absence.”

I consider reminding him what he told me last night, but he has a point. There’s a difference between a rumor of me pacing in the night and both of us showing up late at the same time. Still though, a part of me is already grieving this version of Kirigan. Outside of this room his coldness will return. ‘Just for tonight’. We had agreed on that. But when the night ended, and the morning sun colored us both sane again, he had asked me to wear his color.

“I’ll go get dressed,” I stay still.

Kirigan runs his thumb over my knuckles. “I’ll have a black kefta sent to you.”

That has to mean something. Wait--do I want it to mean something? I pull my hand away from his stiffly, standing because I know the longer I’ll wait the worse it will be. “I’ll see you during training.”

“My door will be unlocked after.”

At that, my chest swells. He’s offered me an opening. “Good to know.”

His eyes narrow slightly at my coyness. “Find me after?”

“Only because you’re nicer in here.” He wants me to come back.

The black kefta does not feel like my own. The color is too alluring, too dark and enthralling. It is not meant for someone like me. It feels borrowed, but I’m not entirely uncomfortable. It’s almost like he’s still with me, keeping me from being alone.

When I walk down the halls, I feel the stares of the others sticking to me like tar. They barely tolerated me before--the grisha plucked from the slums after a fateful night in which Kirigan saw the extent of my abilities.

“New clothes, l/n?”

Julian’s words coax an easy smile from me. Always so open, so accepting. Even now he doesn’t pester me about the black kefta. “I barely noticed.”

My lack of real response earns me a playful glare. “Is that the only explanation I get? Moving up the ranks without me?”

I roll my eyes. He’s joking, but he’s drawing more eyes to me. “I’m not leaving you, Julian.” He’s been too good a friend for me to leave. “Nothing’s changed except the color of my clothing.”

“Good.” Julian’s lips twitch upwards, offering me the kind of smile that’s earned him many trysts with many women. “I’d miss you too much.”

And while I doubt that my disappearance would do anything else than up his popularity, I appreciate the sentiment. “Oh I’m sure you’d find a way to find company.”

He half laughs, “What are you implying of my virtue?”

Laughing, I roll my eyes as we continue to walk down the halls. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

Julian reaches for me, touching my forearm. I stall. “In all seriousness, y/n, I really appreciate your friendship.”

Aw. Never did I think I’d have so many people to appreciate here. I think of Kirigan, of the vulnerability in his words and the new facet of him I saw last night that I somehow always knew he had in him. He may be a villain, or just one in the making, but he is more than a dark shadow. I find myself releasing I appreciate Kirigan too. It’s different than the way I care about Julian, more fragile, but it’s still a relationship I’ve created here.

I look down at the space where his hand touches my forearm. “I really appreciate your friendship, too. You’ve gotten me through a lot.”

“You need to give yourself some credit.” He releases my arm, turning to continue to walk forward.

I turn as well, “You should too.”

I look forward, and there, in the near distance is Kirigan. He’s staring at me, eyes lacking everything he had earlier. I offer him a small smile. He does not return it, his drops slowly to the ground. Weird. I guess he’s just turning on his indifference for a day of training. He asked me to wear his color, he asked me to come back.

Does he regret it? Maybe it was a premature request for me to wear his color so publicly. His gaze finds mine again, and with a tilt of his head he gestures for me to follow him.

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angel-riki · 3 years ago

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Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 1}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

word count: 1,435

chapters: [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

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The brisk autumn air pricked at your cheeks, making you shiver as you clutched your coat tighter around your body. You picked up your pace as your shoes tapped lightly against the pavement. Walking to school was nice this time of year, you loved the autumn scenery which was full of rich colors and leaves dancing in the wind. Winter on the other hand, was another story. It was also quite pretty, yet much more inconvenient and impractical. However, right now it was a pleasant walk.

Before you know it, you're at the entrance of your school, trudging up the stairs. Oh how you longed to be back in your warm, soft bed, asleep. You begrudgingly continued on your way when you heard a familiar voice ring out,

"Y/N! Wait up!"

You recognize the voice without even needing to turn around, it was Jake. Jake had been your best friend since he had moved here from Australia way back in middle school. He meant the world to you. You've grown so close over the years, he practically knows everything about you at this point. And you know all about him as well. You smiled and waved at the cheerful boy as he jogged to catch up with you. Slightly out of breath and with flushed cheeks, he greeted you,

"Good morninggg!" He drew out the last syllable with a dorky grin on his face. You giggled, he was always so cute without even trying.

"Good morning," you replied, happily.

"Kind of chilly this morning, huh? Did you walk to school again?" He asked.

"Yeah, I did. I always walk to school, you know that," you chuckled at his silly question.

"You knowww," he began,

Oh boy here we go, you thought.

"Heeseung would totally give you a ride to school if you'd like," he stated. Jake had made this offer to you a few times, however, you always declined. Heeseung was a close friend of Jake's yet he was merely an acquaintance to you at best, you would feel bad having him drive you around. Especially since he already gave Jake rides every morning.

Also not to mention, you found Heeseung incredibly attractive and you don't think your heart could handle that...

"No that's okay, I wouldn't want to impose," you politely declined like always. Jake sighed. You were always so considerate, almost to a fault.

"Y/N, Heeseung totally wouldn't mind, he isn't like that, you know." He smiled, trying to convince you to accept the offer. Especially, knowing that winter was just around the corner.

"I know...I just would rather not," you said trying to escape the topic as your cheeks began to heat up. Jake sighed defeatedly and decided to let it go as you both continued your way into the building.

*****

The end of the day couldn't come soon enough as you headed towards your final class; physics. Yay. You've always hated physics and although you were a straight A student, your grades suffered in that class. Thankfully, Jake was quite good at physics and was always happy to help. Over time, he basically became your tutor. You scanned the front board to see what the topic of the lesson was today. Like usual, you couldn't make sense of any of it. God, I wish I had Jake's brain, you thought to yourself.

As much as you tried not to, you ended up tuning out the teacher and his lecture as your mind wandered to anything but physics. Before you knew it, class was over and students began gathering their books and shuffling out of the classroom. Shit. I didn't pay attention to any of that. You mentally kicked yourself for slacking off. Well, at least the school day is over. You headed back to your locker where you saw Jake waiting for you.

"Hey Y/N, how was physics? I know it's your favorite class," he said sarcastically.

"Shut up," you slapped him playfully on the arm, "I actually totally zoned out the whole period. Therefore, I'm lost and you really have your work cut out for you as my tutor," you retorted.

He laughed and shook his head, "Y/N, you're killing me!" He said while jokingly clutching his chest in imaginary pain.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry I should honestly be paying you at this point," you laughed.

"Nah don't worry about it, I'm happy to help," he said. Gosh he's so sweet, you thought. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve him. But if you ever dared to say that out loud, you know you would receive an immediate rebuttal from him. Because that's just how Jake is.

*****

*BZZZ* *BZZZ* * BZZZ*

You rolled over and groaned. Ughhh, it's already time to get up? You had stayed up later than usual the night before. You had been facetiming with Jake as he tried to explain your physics homework to you. Unfortunately, it took you quite a while to understand it since you hadn't paid attention in class earlier that day.

Just 5 more minutes...you thought as you lazily snoozed your alarm.

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Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke for the second time. Hm, that's weird. Why didn't my alarm go off yet? You grabbed your phone to check the time. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright screen. Oh shit. You had overslept for 45 minutes. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You mentally cursed at yourself as you scrambled to get ready in half the time you usually do. You frantically threw on your school uniform and hurried to the bathroom to brush you teeth. You gasped as you saw your reflection. You had the worst bed head you had EVER seen. Just my luck. You quickly threw your hair up into a half updo. Guess I'm going for the messy look today. You hurried downstairs and grabbed a granola bar on your way out. You headed down your driveway only to see a car parked on the side of the road right in front of your house. You were a bit confused but as you got closer you were met with two familiar faces. Oh no. This is Heeseung's car. Your stomach did a backflip. Heeseung smiled and gave a small wave as Jake greeted you from the passenger seat,

"Hey, Y/N! Sorry for the surprise, I knew you would never accept the ride but the weather's getting colder and I don't want you to get sick," Jake rambled.

"Jake told me that you walk to school every morning, but I don't mind giving you a ride, it's no problem at all," Heeseung added with a kind smile.

You appreciated the kind gesture, however, you were mortified. Here you were, looking like the hottest mess of the century in front of the hottest boy of the century. This can't be happening. Of all days, why today?!

You smiled meekly, "Wow, uh, thank you that's very kind of you! I guess I'll take you up on that offer since you already went out of your way to come here," you said apologetically. The two boys smiled at you as you opened the car door and climbed into the back seat.

*****

So far, the ride had been fairly quiet until Jake suddenly broke the silence,

"Y/N, did you do something different with your hair?" Jake asked as he turned around to face you.

God, why did he have to bring that up??

"Uh, yeah, I actually woke up late and my hair was a mess so I just tried to make the best of it," you laughed nervously.

"Ohh, well it looks nice!" he complimented.

"Yeah, you look cute." Heeseung added with his eyes still on the road.

You froze. Your brain began malfunctioning as you tried to compute what Heeseung just said. He called me cute. You chuckled anxiously as you felt your cheeks burning up.

"Thank you," you said shyly.

Jake had noticed your abrupt change in body language, which confused him. But then, it all clicked. Oh...She has a crush on Heeseung. He didn't know how he hadn't noticed it sooner. He grinned to himself, amused by his realization. Suddenly, it made sense why you never accepted a ride.

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Hi, guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I know it was a bit slow, but once the introductory part is out of the way, hopefully things will pick up the pace. Regardless, thank you for reading! I am also uploading this series on wattpad, so if you’d like to support it over there, that would mean a lot! I'm hoping to publish new chapters a couple times a week so keep your eyes peeled hehehe

~Elle <3

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almatiarau · 3 years ago

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Intertwined - Chapter 2

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Fem. Reader

Genre: fluff, (eventual) smut, angst? Slice of life, age gap (reader is older than JK), Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: None in this chapter

Word Count: 3k

Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me!

Summary: Jungkook is a superstar, y/n is a divorcee, two unlikeable worlds colliding with the love of music and just talking. But life is not a fairytale right? Does love worth a dream 10 years to build? Does love worth straining relationship with family?

A/N: Hi All, hope you’ll enjoy this chapter 2 of Intertwined!!

chapter 1, chapter 2

Y/N POV

I woke up lazily and remembered that I have a day off from the café today. I took note that I have to pick up Ae Ra from Seo Jun’s place this afternoon. Last night she slept over at his dad’s. I glanced at my phone on my bedside table and events from last night came rushing back. What the heck happened? I took my phone and started opening my browser, I typed Jeon Jungkook and his photos and bio came to my screen. Born Sept 1st 1997 in Busan. Okay, first of all he’s almost a decade younger than me, I smiled sarcastically on the fact that I checked him out last night. He’s even younger than my little brother. I scrolled at his photos and thought that he didn’t look different at all in real life. More handsome even, because I could see his real skin color with a little rough skin here and there.

I dazed a bit and remembered that I haven’t unblock his number. When I finally did, I pondered whether I should text him another thank you for driving me home last night, I mean, he’s a big celeb right, he must have had a tight schedule.

“Hi, I’ve unblocked your number, thanks again for the ride last night.” Sent.

10 minutes passed by and no replies yet. Well what can I expect from a busy person like he is. I got up from bed and head down to the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee.

JK POV

Something smelled nice, is it pancake? I opened my eyes slowly and took a peek on the clock. 11.00 AM. Ah no wonder I’m so hungry, last night I didn’t get the gyeranmari I was supposed to eat. I looked at my phone and saw a new message alert. Decided too hungry to care, I got up from bed and followed the smell to the kitchen.

Seokjin’s back came to my view as he’s busy flipping through pancakes at the kitchen. I saw Jimin also laying on the sofa, eyes glued to his phone.

“Jin hyung, what are you doing? Pancakes?” I came over him and put my hand around his shoulder.

“Jungkook-ah, finally woke up.” He said as he took a plate and put some pancakes on it. “I was just grocery shopping and passed by your apartment, I know you and Jimin are too lazy to cook breakfast most of the time.”

“You’re the best Jin hyung.” I took the plate from his hand and go around the kitchen island and sit myself on one of the stool.

“Jimin-ah, let’s eat before the pancake is cold.” Seokjin called.

Jimin lazily got up and took a seat besides me. “Kook I heard you head out last night, where were you?” He asked as he poured some maple syrup over his pancake.

Seokjin took a mug and pour himself a coffee, then leaning on the kitchen counter just in front of us, listening in.

“Okay funny story.” I mumbled as I eat. “You know the broadcaster from Heal and Chill.”

“The radio show you’re listening to nowadays, okay.” Jimin nodded his head.

“Yeah, I got her number from Manager Jae, and I texted her.”

Seokjin put his coffee down and massaged his nose bridge. “Kook, be careful.”

“No, no, I was just trying to talk to her to get some insights for my lyrics.” I managed to swallow a bite. “Besides her first impression is to block my number anyway.”

Jimin laughed. “How???”

I gulped down milk from my glass. “Well I told him I’m Jungkook and I want to talk to her, but she thought I was a prankster and just blocked my number. That’s why I went out to the radio station last night, to show her that it’s really me.”

Seokjin heaved another sigh. “You really are impulsive, Kook” But managed a smile anyway. “Then after that?”

“I drove her home cause it was already past midnight.”

Jimin took his last bite and said. “Just be careful Kook, you know sometimes we got followed right.” He wiped his mouth with a tissue and took both of our plates to the sink.

“Why are you this fascinated by her, I mean I’ve never saw you making a move like this Kook.” Seokjin asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s not like I have other intention though, I just genuinely wanted to discuss with her and shared her opinion on some topic. She looked like a bit older than me also, maybe more around your age hyung, I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

Seokjin gave me a thumbs up. “Good for you, come on we need to go to the studio. Put on some shirt and you drive this time, Kook.”

“Ndeee~”

Y/N POV

“Mommyyy.”

Ae Ra came running to me from the front door as I stepped into the little garden of Seo Jun’s parent’s house. I saw my ex husband smiling as he saw our daughter ran into my embrace.

“She’s been liking the banana milk more than the plain one now.” He said.

I made my step forward to him while carrying Ae Ra. “Oh really? Of course though, it’s sweeter.” I smiled.

“Yeah, but I thought she might need a boost on her weight.” Seo Jun said while pinching Ae Ra’s cheek.

“She does.” I patted her hair. “Anyway, she’ll be with me for the next 3 days right?”

Seo Jun shifted uncomfortably. “Actually can you make it 4 days?”

I tilted my head. “No problem, mind to know why though?”

“I do have something to tell you, do you want to come in first?”

“Okay.”

Ae Ra ran straight to the pink tent on the corner of the living room, filled with her toys, once I dropped her down.

“Sit down, I’ll grab you a drink.” Seo Jun made himself to the kitchen.

Not long after he came back with a can of cold soda and handed it to me. “Thanks” I muttered. “So what’s up? You sounded serious.”

He took a deep breath, opened his soda can and sipped a bit. “I have a serious girlfriend, Y/N. I might propose to her anytime now.”

I blinked several times. Not because it hurts me. I just need some time to digest the information.

“Wow, congrats then. I mean, I really am happy for you Seo Jun. I hope she makes you happy.” I smiled genuinely.

“Thanks Y/N, I’m really glad we are in our best term. Also from some of the time Ae Ra got to spend with her, both seemed enjoying each other’s, so I guess that’s good right?”

“Sure, I mean, I trust your judgement Seo Jun, I think you know what’s best for Ae Ra and won’t let anyone hurt her.”

Seo Jun smiled and looked at our daughter. “Yeah, I love her so much, I’ll make sure she’ll well taken care of.”

He looked back at me. “How about you? Are you in a relationship too? I haven’t heard much about you.”

I chuckled lightly. “Nope, haven’t met anyone.”

“Oh come on, you wanted to split because you feel like disconnected with me, don’t make me sad now.” Seo Jun said as he put down his soda can.

“No no no.” I shook my head. “Don’t feel that, I really meant it, it’s just I don’t have the time.”

“Come on Y/N, you’re always too hard on yourself, go out there, go have a trip and take a break. You don’t always have to be by Ae Ra’s side, she got me, she got her family too.”

I smiled weakly. Seo Jun was right. Everytime I wanted to go for an adventure, for a trip, even a holiday, just for myself, I always feel guilty leaving Ae Ra’s behind. Even though I know my family and Seo Jun’s family will always took care of her.

“Maybe I should.” I muttered.

JK POV

I sprawled myself on studio’s floor after an intense practice session. I liked it though, it’s just another exercise time for me. I took my phone out and opened the messages I haven’t read. I’m not really a texting person. It’s better for me to talk in person. One message stood out for me. Seo Y/N finally unblocked me, I smiled absentmindedly.

“Good, no worries about the ride. So, can we talk then?” I clicked sent.

I saw a reply in minutes. “Okay, I’ll fit to your busy schedule I guess, let me know when you’re free.”

“Tonight? 8PM?” I replied.

“Okay, where?”

“I’ll pick you up. See you at 8PM.”

I pushed back my phone in my pocket as I heard Hobi called us for another run of the choreo.

Y/N POV

I glanced at Ae Ra whose busy playing with her playdoh. I know this is nothing, not in a million years he’s interested in other things than “song writing” as he put it. But I couldn’t help myself feeling nervous. My heartbeat raced when I re-read his message, 8PM, he’ll pick me up. The first thing in mind, what should I wear?

I remembered his casual attire, ripped jeans, hoodies, maybe he’s just a casual guy after all, despite all the grand over the top costumes I saw him wear in various events where they perform. Honestly I’m not their biggest fan. I know they’re quite big here, and also worldwide, I heard their songs once in a while, but not really know all their discography. I respect them for being so successful after struggling so much at their beginning. I guess because they’re peaking when I was not at the prime time of my life. I was busy working, getting married and then took care of my baby.

“Ae Ra, let’s play at mommy’s room.” I helped her gather her toys from the floor and head into my room.

I wanted to consult to someone on what to wear. I took out my phone and texted Hana.

“Hypothetically I’m meeting with a guy for a talk, at night, what should I wear?” Sent.

In seconds I saw Hana’s name appeared on my screen. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU GOING ON A DATE WITH?” I heard her screamed through the phone.

“Not important on the who, it’s just, it’s not a date though, we just wanted to talk, I don’t know maybe over coffee.” I said while browsing through my clothes drawer.

“Oh you no fun! Anywaysss, if it’s really not a date then just wear something casual but cute though.”

I took out a blouse and baggy jeans. I browsed my jackets and found a black leather one I haven’t worn for a while. “Okay.”

“Tell me all the details later kay, hun, play safe and have funnnn.”

I laughed at her and put down my phone on my vanity. I browsed around and think maybe I should put on some makeup later. Or not? Ah, I don’t know!

JK POV

I turned off my engine outside her house. Just when I’m about to reach my phone, someone came out and I noticed it was her. I held back a laugh seeing her outfit. Are we having a telepathy or what. I slide up my mask and got out of the car.

“Hi.” I heard her say.

“Hey, I like your jacket.” I say as I ushered her to the passenger side and opened the car door.

She just realized that we’re both wearing black leather jacket and laughed. “Oh God, I like yours too then.”

After closing the car door, I got back to the driver’s seat and buckled up. “So, do you need to get back soon or?” I asked her while opening my playlist to pick up a song.

“No, no. I don’t have anything to do, why?” She asked curiously.

“Great, cause it’s a little far where we’re heading, might take half an hour to go there, do you mind? I prefer not going to somewhere too crowded.”

“No worries.” She replied.

We started to talk about ourselves on our way, while I saw her vibing to my music here and there. Sometimes we will sing out the same verse. I learnt that she is older than me, even older than Jin hyung actually, but she insisted me not calling her noona because it made her uncomfortable. As mindful as I was, I just wanted her to be comfortable. She separated from her husband two years ago and had 1 daughter. I’m surprised how quite youthful she looked for someone her age and with a child. I also told her how I came to Seoul at 13 years old, trained as a trainee and just working my way up until now.

Not long after I pulled the car to park on the secluded restaurant. It was located just at the top of the hill just outside the city. It was cottage-like building, surrounded by big trees. I have reserved a table outside, overlooking the city lights. The distant between tables are quite afar, and thankfully it was not many people dining at the moment.

After ordering some food and a bottle of wine, I saw her looking around, a little bit fidgeting on her chair.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “Is it too cold out here?”

“No, it’s okay, I have jacket on anyway. It just feels like everyone else are dressing up.”

I chuckled. “Sorry I didn’t told you earlier, but I’m glad you dressed as you are. If you’re dressing up too then I’ll be the one whose out of place. It’s okay, I came here quite often so the staffs know me.”

“It’s pretty though, I can see why you like it here.” She said looking at me.

“Yeah, actually it’s more because of it’s privacy, not many people come here, thankfully the place is pretty too.” A waiter came and pour the wine to our glasses.

She muttered thank you to the waiter and raised her glass. “Been quite a long time since I went out to drink like this. Thanks to you.”

I clinked her glass with mine. “Pleasure’s all mine Ms. Y/N” and we both drank the red liquid.

Bruno Major’s Easily came into play in the background.

“So as I said, I’m working on a song, but I had been having a hard time to choose a theme, a story, let alone writing the lyrics.” I started.

I saw her listening intently as I explained to her how we usually composed our song. Even though Namjoon & Yoongi hyung are the ones who had been actively writing our songs, but we have always been welcomed to submit our song. If it didn’t pass for group song, it can be sung as a unit song or maybe our individual mixtape.

“I really interested with your latest discussion, about how guys should create a drama with their girlfriend.” I said as I took a breadstick and took a bite of it.

She giggled while also eating the breadstick. “That’s kinda weird huh?”

“No, no, in fact it’s really interesting. I never thought of that. And believe me, I know how that guy feels when he said why girls sometimes just nit-picking on anything.”

“You had girlfriends like that too, huh?” She asked, wasn’t it a curiosity in her voice?

I wiped my mouth with a tissue. “Well not right now though, I had ones before.”

She raised a suspicious eyebrow while smiling mischievously.

“What? I’m telling the truth.” I defended.

She giggled. “Sorry for stereotyping, but I had this image in my head that you guys must have plenty, I mean PLENTY of girls lining up.” she really exaggerated the word plenty. I think the wine had started to get into her head.

I relaxed myself. “Well, I’m not gonna lie.” And gave her a confident smirk, she’s ready to throw a breadstick at me. We both laughed.

“Anyways, I think I might go with that story, of how a guy needs to maintain a good boy and bad boy aura, I’ve been thinking to make a more sultry song anyway.”

“That sounds good. Honestly Jungkook, us girls, always say we wanted a good boy, but well, behind the bedroom, please just release your inner bad boy and makes us a simp.” She blushed after realizing what she just said and giggled.

We both laughed again and not long after, the waiter came with our food and we ate quietly. Afterwards, we continue talking, I shared more ideas to her and she gave me some of her thoughts about it. Just like I imagined, talking with her is easy. I had to mentally reminded myself that she is my senior, but put that aside how I wished we could just stay here in this moment.

Y/N POV

We were finally on our way back to the city. My mind a little bit fuzzy from the wine, but not much. Enough to put away the thoughts of Jungkook is a superstar and way younger than me. But man, does this man is something. Even doing regular thing like driving right now, he looked so good. He had took off his jacket and wearing a blue shirt, he rolled up his sleeves and I could see some tattoos on his right hand. His veins more prominent when he navigates the steering wheel from side to side. Oh shoot he knew I was gawking, I looked away abruptly.

I heard him chuckled. “What are you thinking about?” He asked while we stop at a traffic light.

Hopefully it’s dark enough for him not to see me blushing red. “Nothing..” I said.

“I know it’s something, but lets just let it slide now. Anyway, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, you’re looking good too.” He winked, before pressing the gas pedal as the light had turned green and his attention was back to the road.

I looked outside the tinted window and smiled. It’s been too long, how have you been butterflies in my stomach?

We finally pulled outside of my house. I saw the clock in the audio system showing 1 AM. I started to unbuckle my seatbelt but somehow it wouldn’t budge. Maybe I’m tipsier than I gave myself credit for. Jungkook saw me struggling and he leaned forward to me, his neck was inches away from my nose. God does he smell so good. He was just helping me to unbuckle but I let out a squeal, made him turned his face towards me. Inches away. Our faces were inches away. I held my breath and saw his dark brown orbs, his also pierced into mine.

I could feel the tension as his eyes dropped down to my lips, until suddenly his phone rang. He unbuckled the belt and hurriedly back to his seat. Looked at his phone and sighed. I gave him a questioning look and he showed me the screen, blinking with PARK JIMIN’s name on it.

“Yo.” He answered.

I couldn’t hear the rest of it only Jungkook saying Hmms a few times and hung up the phone.

“Jimin and I share an apartment, he sometimes checks up on me when I went out quite late.” He smiled weakly. “They’d still be treating me like the maknae I am.”

I smiled back at him. “That’s actually quite nice isn’t it? As annoying as it might be, means they really care for you.”

“Yeah, just swear to God they sometimes forgot that I’m 24 not their 13 years old little brother.” He said while pushing his hair back.

I held my sling bag tightly. “Well, thanks again for tonight. I had fun.”

My heart skipped a beat when Jungkook looked my way. I could feel his hesitation, but could not put on my finger on what.

“Pleasure’s all mine Ms. Y/N, thank you for giving me your time.”

I nodded and about to open the car door when his hands reached out my arms. I looked back at him.

“Do you mind if I asked you for another chat? Some other time?”

This time I swear he must have seen my face turned red. “O-of course. I mean you’re the one with the busy schedule and all.”

He gave my arms a little squeeze. “That’s on me, don’t worry.” And flashed me his handsome smile.

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neonacity · 3 years ago

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HYACINTHE | CHAPTER 3: JAEMIN X READER

SUMMARY:

Na Jaemin is far from being your typical 20 year old. Instead of slaving through college, he wastes away his hours cracking safes. Weekends that should be spent partying with friends consist of illegal races on good days and small scale bombings on bad ones. Na Jaemin is far from being average, unless you consider being a member of Seoul’s top organized crime family normal.

There is no such thing as a sense of normality and peace in his trainwreck of a life, so when he met a barista who was brave enough to call out his dangerous taste in coffee, he was like a moth to the flame. Everything about her is normal, which means she is forbidden to him, in all sense of the word. So why, then, does he always find himself at the front steps of her shop, breaking all his personal rules even if he wishes he could stay away?

A/N + Disclaimer: this is a side story to Black Daisies, my main mafia fic feat. 0T23. While the plot is based on the main story, this can also be read as a standalone fic. As usual, this is purely a work of fiction and in no way am I implying any member of NCT to behave the way I write them here. tw: crimes, heists, potential death, mentions of drugs and other illegal activities.

PAIRING: Jaemin x Reader

TW: illegal activities, gunshot wound, mentions of blood

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

FIC TRAILER

MASTERLIST

"Another bank was looted last night around 11PM, this time in the Geumchon district. This is the second bank that was broken into in the past week and the fourth that is rumored to be the doing of one of Seoul's organized criminal…."

I sighed and put down the pen that I have been using to scribble on a piece of napkin. A frown creased my forehead before I grabbed the offending piece of flimsy paper and crumpled it with my hand. Jeno, who was silently watching the news, looked up and shot me a curious look. He was leaning over the counter lazily, his cup of half finished hot cocoa beside him.

"You okay?"

I winced. "Yeah... Actually. Actually, no. I am not okay," I said finally as I threw the used napkin to the closest thrash. I have been scribbling all the things I have to pay for the coming month there and couldn't bear to take another look at it. Jeno grabbed his drink and silently took a sip of it, obviously waiting for me to elaborate.

After my initial 'unplanned' meeting with Jaemin's friends, it has become more or less of their routine to drop by the cafe to hangout. Jaemin was initially against it at first, always scowling whenever he would see one of them already in the shop, though it seems like he has gotten used to it lately—or rather, he didn't have any other choice but to simply accept it. They would often sometimes come in groups—Jisung and Chenle are big fans of the pastries—but other times it's just one of them who would drop by to visit like Jeno now. My favorite is when all of them drops by to visit, not only because I've started getting closer to them too, but because customers would automatically flock into the shop whenever the "handsome gang" is there. Honestly, I couldn't blame them.

"I'm a little bit short on money this month. I was supposed to get my monthly allowance from my scholarship but something happened so it will be delayed. I have lab things to buy and well—everything sucks."

Jeno nodded slowly, though I have a feeling he doesn't really understand my plight with money. Spending time with the seven of them has given me a better understanding of each boys' personalities. Jeno, for example, is definitely the calmer one of the bunch. While the others would cause chaos every now and then—Jaemin included, he would be on the side watching them usually with that adorable eye smile of his. He is different from Mark who would mostly jump in to join the fun before calming everyone once things get overboard, though both seem to share the same responsibility over the group. He also seems to be the closest to Jaemin, so by extension, I am also most comfortable around him.

"How much money do you need?"

I gave him a look as I reached out for a paper cup to make myself my own hot cocoa.

"I heard the same question from your best friend before. Are you also going to offer to be my sugar daddy?"

Jeno choked on his drink and hid his laughter behind his raised cup.

"Do you want Jaemin to kill me?"

That made me inappropriately blush.

"Sometimes I just want to bust out a bank like that group everyone is talking about."

Jeno didn't say anything and continued watching me from the brim of his drink.

"You think you can do it?"

"Do what?" I asked as I poured hot cocoa on my cup. I said that off-handedly, I almost forgot my words the moment they left my lips.

"Rob a bank. You know, do something illegal."

I leaned back against the counter and craned my head a little sideways as I thought the question over. I didn't actually think of that before so I had to listen to my moral compass a little bit before answering.

"It depends on the reason."

Jeno looked surprised by my reply. He was probably expecting a goody two shoes answer from me, which I don’t blame him for, to be honest. Even I am mildly shocked by what I said.

"The reason?"

"Yes. I mean, if the only reason I would steal is because I don't have money to support my studies, then no, I wouldn't do it. I have other options. I can work extra jobs or I can just drop out from uni. But if I didn't really have any other choice, if I had to do it for someone really close to me, for example, then I would do it."

"That is very…"

"Cliche, right? I know. But that's how it works, at least for me," I said with a laugh. "I do know what's good and bad, but I'm willing to jump the gun if I have to."

I didn't know if it was my imagination, but I thought I heard Jeno murmur something under his breath as I turned to get back to work.

"I bet Jaemin wouldn't like that."

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PRESENT DAY, a little over one month after the happenings in the first chapter.

They disappeared like bubbles. No, he disappeared in thin air, like smoke that was blown over by a strong gust of wind. After that night when Jaemin bust through my cafe door, hiding god knows what and asking for temporary shelter, he hasn't shown himself again, apparently leaving while I slipped into a light sleep. Even his friends stopped visiting the cafe which, for a few days, made me genuinely feel scared. Are they okay? What happened to him? Who was he running away from?

That worry slowly and gradually morphed into anger as the days lengthened. I know it was my way of coping with my emotions, but I couldn't help myself. I tried calling him, but the line was cut. It even came to the point that I had to call each of his friends, but it seems like the numbers they gave me were all temporary ones, too. I felt frustrated. I felt...abandoned.

Was it really easy for him to just cut off all contact with me?

Was it foolish of me to think that there is...something deeper here than just friendship?

It was the start of winter when the loud ringing of my phone woke me up from my nap. Eyes still heavy with sleep, my first instinct was to look at the clock by my table which registered 1:19AM. I frowned. I was in the middle of finishing a paper before I decided to take a nap but who could be calling me at such an ungodly hour?

I blearily reached out for my phone and barely looked at the unregistered number before hitting the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Noona?"

I froze. Just like that, I felt the sleepiness slowly melt away from my consciousness. I know that voice.

"Jisung?"

"Noona, we need your help."

I sat up on my seat after registering the panic in his voice. I heard another tone suddenly hiss at him from the background before a rustling sound overtook the speakers. It sounded like someone grabbed the phone from his grasp before he could even react.

"Jisung. What's happening—"

"Hello?" The new voice that spoke on the other line made my heart stop. I stared at my wall, wide-eyed.

"Jaemin."

"I'm sorry. We didn't mean to—"

"Jaemin, we don’t really have any other choice but her, give me the phone," another one jumped in. It was Mark.

"No. Hyung—"

"We're losing him," my lips parted in shock at what I heard. His voice sounded clearer now and I could very much pick up the iciness on it. Mark has always been so friendly and warm that it threw me off guard.

"Give me the phone."

The authority he held made me assume that Jaemin did as he was told. Next thing I know, he was calling out my name from the speaker.

"Mark, yes, I'm listening."

"Hey. I'm really sorry about this, but we need your help. We really have no other choice, Haechan is in such a bad state—"

That made me stand up and push away from my desk.

"What the hell is going on? What do you mean about Haechan?"

"I'll explain later. We're on our way to you now."

"Wait, what? You don't know my address."

"We'll be there in seven minutes."

That was all he said before he cut off the call, leaving me standing shell-shocked in the middle of my room.

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They banged on my door not even five minutes after. I had barely pulled on a cardigan when loud knocks rang through my small one bedroom unit causing me to quickly run and grab my knob open.

I stood frozen at the sight of the seven boys crowding my doorway. Everyone was covered in some sort of soot, leaving them almost unrecognizable in their black outfits. Mark and Jeno were in the middle of the group, carrying a half-conscious Haechan between them. Jisung, Chenle, and Renjun brought the rear, their eyes moving wildly as if checking for eavesdroppers. Jaemin stood closest to me, his jaw tense and his eyes apologetic. My gaze snapped back to the center of the group when Mark called out my name.

That's when I saw it for the first time. I didn't notice it at first because of its dark color, but Jeno was holding a towel against Haechan's stomach. Except it isn't black, it was a deep dark red.

Blood.

"Oh my god."

"Please help us."

Maybe it was the shock, but I quickly stepped aside to let everyone in. I had barely slammed the door shut when I heard a crashing sound from my small dining area. Jeno pushed everything on top of my table to the ground as Mark and Jaemin gently guided Haechan on it.

"What—what is going on—"

"He's been shot. Thrice. We're not sure but I think two of the bullets are still there," Renjun answered me as he grabbed the soaked towel from Mark's hand and replaced it with a new one. Jisung and Chenle worked on closing all the shutters of my windows while Jaemin tore off a lamp from my living room to move it close to Haechan. He closed all other lights other than the ones on the dining area and the small lamp.

It was then when my training finally kicked in. I ran towards the table to peer at the wound, my shaking hands gently moving the new towel that is quickly getting soaked by blood again. Haechan gave a soft grunt of pain before slipping to unconsciousness again.

"I think there are still foreign objects there. It's what causing the severe bleeding."

"Can you take it out?"

My eyes shot to Jeno. The harsh lights from the lamp threw strong shadows on his stressed features.

"I'm not a licensed doctor."

"We don't need a licensed doctor right now, we need someone who can patch the hole in his stomach. Please."

I gritted my teeth. I have a ton of questions running through my head right now, but he's right. We need to act fast or else we will lose him. I rolled up my sleeves then and called out to whoever can act fast to my orders.

"Somebody get the black box under my bed. I have all my surgery practice tools there. I need hot water and lots of towels. Everyone move. Now."

As soon as I said my orders, each of the boys were moving in a flurry to get everything that I asked for. I was adjusting the small lamp directly over the wound to peer at it better when I felt a gentle hand circle around my arm. I looked up to see Jaemin staring at me.

"Thank you."

I didn't say anything at first. I don't know if it was the shadows playing over his features, but he looked different from the Jaemin I knew in that brief moment.

"Don't thank me yet. Say that once we're sure he survives."

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I was stirred from my sleep by the light snoring of someone to my right. Turning my head, I was greeted by the sight of Jisung who was currently sprawled on my sofa, his legs so long that they were dangling on one end. Chenle was on the floor below him, his face covered by one of the pillows he probably fished from one of my love seats cradling Renjun's curled up form. Mark and Jeno were both sitting upright, the former close to Haechan and the other by the door like a sentinel. They seemed to be in deep sleep too, they're heads hanging low. Jaemin was on the floor next to my seat, his breathing slow and relaxed.

I blinked slowly as my gaze moved from boy to boy. It took me a painful two hours to do the impromptu surgery, first working on taking the bullets out before sewing everything back together. Haechan was lucky enough that the bullets didn't hit any vital organs or important vessels, and that the extreme bleeding was only caused by the wrong muscle being hit by the impact. He slipped from being conscious to unconscious throughout, and everyone had to work together to help me while I did my thing.

I couldn’t really blame any of them from crashing the moment we made sure that Haechan’s safe—for now.

After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I tried to silently move from where I was curled on, careful not to stir anyone. I still have a ton of questions, but those can be taken care of later. I padded as carefully as I could towards the table where Haechan was still resting and peered at the IV that I had hooked on his arm to make sure everything was moving well.

They even have spare blood bags with them for emergency transfusions.

...As if this kind of thing normally happens.

"He's going to be okay, right?"

I hastily turned to see Jaemin staring at me. His voice was low and was only loud enough for me to hear.

I stared at him for a bit before looking away.

"Yes. He'll survive."

"Thank you so much."

I didn't answer. He also didn't say anything else, though I could still feel his gaze heavily on me. I braced myself before speaking again.

"We need to talk."

I didn't wait for him to reply. I simply walked towards my room, leaving my door open for him to follow. I only turned back to look at him when I finally heard it close softly behind him.

"Who are you?" I asked, before he could even say anything else. I watched as his jaw tightened and released, his eyes full of indecisiveness. I didn't waver. Not this time.

"You said…"

"That I will never ask questions? I did. But I can't do it anymore, Jaemin. You disappeared for a month without even saying goodbye then showed up on my door with your friends, one of them with a hole in their stomach. You have blood bags—freaking blood bags. What the hell is going on?"

I tried my hardest to control my voice, not wanting any part of this conversation to be heard outside. My legs felt weak at the moment but I tried my best to continue standing so I could hold his gaze.

The look in Jaemin's eyes, however, almost made me want to give up. I knew from the pain and hesitation there that I wouldn't like whatever it is he is about to say.

"I'm a criminal."

My stomach dropped.

I was expecting it, but hearing it straight from him didn't soften the impact and the shock.

"A…"

"We steal. We do illegal things. There is absolutely no good way for me to describe this, but yes, I am a runaway who was stupid enough to bring you into this mess," Jaemin said through gritted teeth as he tore his eyes away from me. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to take a deep breath to steady himself.

"I was stupid and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone back and tried to befriend you after that order of coffee. I'm sorry I ran to you that night a month ago. I seriously thought I was going to die and I wanted you to be the one that I see for the last time. I'm sorry for today, or that I couldn't answer any of your questions back then. It was selfish of me to keep you in my life without giving you anything back," he stopped and forced himself to look at me again. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest when our gazes met.

"I'm sorry."

I didn't… couldn't say anything. One part of me had already expected this because it is the only reason that makes sense. Those vague answers, his detachment from normal society, the money, every clue seems to point to one direction, but that didn't spare me from my moral dilemma now. Because while I knew, I didn't exactly consider how it relates to me.

I was afraid to.

Because the truth is, I like Na Jaemin to the extent that I'm afraid of what I can do for him.

"Do you kill…" I asked in a whisper, my voice shaky. A frown passed his already stressed features before he answered.

"No. None of us do," he answered, and I knew then that he was telling the truth. Regardless of what he is or what he didn't tell me, I trust him to not lie to me.

"Am I—am I in danger?" I asked next. He firmly shook his head.

"No. I made sure of that. No one would dare—" he stopped, as if gauging what words he can use to not scare me even more. "You have always been under protection."

That’s when it clicked. The cafe visits from his friends. The random strangers who seem to spring out from nowhere every time I was out and about and needed sudden help.

My legs finally gave way and I collapsed on my bed behind me. My mind was trying its best to wrap around the situation, leaving my thoughts in a jumble. There are a million things I wanted to say, but I couldn’t get a single one out at the moment.

Jaemin seemed to know what I was feeling at the very least because he simply stood there, silently watching me. I'm not sure how long the two of us stayed in that bubble of silence, but it was also him who brought me back to reality when I felt warmth cover my hands.

I looked up to see him kneeling in front of me, both his hands gently enveloping my clasped ones. The look in his eyes made my heart lurch, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything still.

"I'm sorry if I was selfish… I promise, after this, you won't have to worry about anything else."

No.

"When I met you, I saw something that's so different from the life that I have. Believe me, I tried my best to leave you alone, but I wanted more of it—more of —you, so I kept coming back."

Are you going to leave me again?

"But you'll be safe now. I promise. You can go back to how it used to be before I… almost ruined it."

Please don't leave me.

Jaemin gave my hands one last squeeze and I felt him move to straighten himself. Before he let them go, however, another gentle warmth pressed against my forehead as he grazed it with his lips.

"Thank you."

My tears dropped the same time the doors closed behind him.

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Chapter 4

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mizunetzu · 4 years ago

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Iida x reader - Iida Tenya’s Imaginary Boyfriend (True Ending)

⚠️warnings - good ending HAHAGQ

Pronouns - male, he/him

Part one can be found here!

Part two can be found here!

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He woke up in recovery girls office.

He wasn’t sure how he got here. All he remembered was his head feeling a bit faint walking back to the dorms, then waking up here. Looking out the windows, vast colors of orange and yellow flooded in between the cracks of the blinds, making colorful stripes paint his bed with light. He presumed it was around sunset.

The door clicked open. Recovery girl, Aizawa, and detective Tsukauchi walked through the door.

“Do you know where you are right now, Iida?” Aizawa was frank, as usual.

“I believe I am in recovery girls office, though I have no clue how I got here.”

Tsukauchi cleared his throat. “You were hit with a villains quirk about 2 days ago. You’ve been asleep ever since. It caused you to go in a nightmare-ish dream state until we caught them.”

Iida retrieved his glasses from the bedside table. It was then he realized he was in his pajamas. Aizawa stepped forward. “What’s your full name?”

“Iida Tenya.”

“How old are you and what school do you go to?”

“15 years old and I attend UA high school.”

Aizawa hummed. Nothing seemed to be wrong with his memory. “Do you know what day it is?”

“March 17...no, 19? Forgive me, it’s somewhere between there.”

“Iida,” Aizawa looked confused. It made Iida feel sort of uneasy aswell. Like getting a problem wrong and having your teacher be disappointed in you. “That’s almost a full month away. It’s February 3rd today.”

February 3rd. If Iida recalled correctly, that was around the day that everyone seemed to forget that (Y/n) existed. He checked his wrists out of habit. (Y/n’s) watch were gone. He was about to ask where it was, when the detective clicked his tongue.

“Well-thats to be expected,” Tsukauchi held up a case file, most likely a report on the criminal who used their quirk on Iida. “Time passes differently in the quirk-induced coma Iida-san was in. Some people affected by them claim it’s been years when it’s only been a couple of days. Truly terrifying.”

Recovery girl tutted. “All of his vitals seem to be in check. He should be able to return to the dorms now. Just have him take it easy for a couple days in training.”

“Mm. Make sure you make up your missed work,” Aizawa turned back, as Tsukauchi exited the office and recovery girl sat in her desk. “And tell your classmates you’re alright. Your friends were freaking out when you wouldn’t wake up in the morning. They should be in the dorms by now.”

Iida nodded.

———

Walking back to the dorms, there was one thing Iida couldn’t get off his mind.

He’s been in a ‘quirk-induced coma’ for 2 days. The passage of time is different with their quirk as to real life. And he could’ve sworn it was late March instead of early February.

So when did he fall asleep? And what was his ‘dream’ about?

He, at first, thought it was the result of walking home with his friends after seeing that sketch artist Kaitekina, but that doesn’t happen until almost a full month later. So, most of the things Iida remembers doing and learning in class has not happened yet.

And, nightmare? He remembers falling asleep and seeing (Y/n) in his dreams, but that doesn’t fall under ‘nightmare’ territory. Actually, it was rather pleasant.

“Oi! Iida’s awake!” He heard Kirishima yell, as he walked through the door. Most everyone was in the common room, and turned their heads. Each one of them erupted into a smile, saying things like “are you ok?” Or “glad to see you awake, Iida-san!”

He, unintentionally, tuned them all out.

What was his ‘nightmare?’ What made his dreams about a boy who doesn’t exist so bad? Was he waking up in his dream just to go to bed in that dream to dream another dream? What-

“-and (L/n) was so worried bro! I mean-he looked ok like usual but I guess he doesn’t really go out of his room unless you force him t-“

“I’m sorry, who?” Iida’s disbelieving voice sharply cut off Kaminari’s ramblings. He didn’t hear that correctly. His mind had to be playing tricks on him.

“...bro...” Looks of worry or confusion flooded the 1A students. Similar to when they looked at him like he was insane, asking for a non-existent student named (L/n) (Y/n).

Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “(L/n)...? Your personal hype man? Dude who follows you around like a dog?”

“Kaminari-that was mean, he does not follow Iida around like a dog.”

“But he does!”

A playful argument rang out between Jirou and Kaminari. Everyone’s attention seemed to shift from Iida, to Jirou blasting her heartbeat into Kaminaris ears with her ear jacks.

“Iida-kun, are you okay..?” Midoryia brought Iida out of his trance. “Did you lose your memory or something while you were asleep?”

“No no I just-I probably misheard Kaminari-kun. Who was he talking about?” His voice was wavering. His desperation hidden behind the glare of his thick cut glasses and messy bed hair. He needed to comb his hair once he sorted things out.

“(L/n) (Y/n)-kun?” There it’s was again. “He sits next to you in class? You...oh! You two fought in the sports festival? And...yknow...the whole,” Midoryia stuck out his tongue making a mask with his hands and pretending to lick someone’s blood. “-thing?”

Everytime he asked who he fought in the sports festival, everyone including Midoryia would say “Hatsume-san, Ibara-san, and Todoroki-kun.” He never recalled fighting someone named “Ibara” from class 1B, having fought (Y/n) instead, but he grew to just accepting it.

And when he asked about the Stain incident, Todoroki and Midoryia would claim it was just them three fighting him. There was no one with (h/c) hair that helped Midoryia, him, and Todoroki out immensely. As far as Iida was concerned, (L/n) (Y/n) did not exist to the world.

So why was everyone talking like he was a real person?

“Iida, if you really don’t remember, you should go get that checked out by recovery girl...it’s pretty odd that you forgot about your own classma-“

The sudden startup of engines, followed by the whirring hiss of smoke trailing past him cut Midoryia off. Iida burned through the pants of his pajamas, but he didn’t care. He ran as fast as he could to the 4th floor of the boys side of the dorms.

His heart quickened with every step he took. He wasn’t one to get his hopes up, but the obvious look of desperation on Iida’s face seemed to lead his thoughts. He needed to see for himself.

Skidding to a halt infront of the supposedly empty dorm room, he once again halted when he reached for the doorknob. Everytime he’d check this room on impulse, he was always met with the empty, white walls and drawn curtains supplied by the school. He didn’t want to walk in and face white again.

And he didn’t.

Almost taking the door off the hinges, Iida practically shoved the door out of his way. A small gasp ripped its way through Iida’s throat.

A dimly lit room, one that was never kept clean, that had an oddly sweet smell coming from it. He saw the vaguely familiar (f/c) bedsheets, with the sea blue comforter thrown lazily on it, half slipping onto the ground. He saw the messily taped Ingenium posters, crooked and wonky, plastered on his studying table, which was almost never used for studying. When they studied together, it was usually on Iida’s bed or somewhere outside.

But finally, he saw the patio slider door opened, curtains fluttering in the mellow orange sunlight with someone standing outside. They were leaning on the balcony, with their arms stretching up, the reflection of their cheap red watch burning light into Iida’s eyes.

“(L/n)...kun...?” The name felt foreign on his lips. Even if he technically ‘saw him two days/one month ago’, it felt like years since he’s actually felt like he was in the same room as him. The boy, (Y/n), turned around.

Setting sunlight painted his face with warm colors, making the (h/c) shade of his hair burn brighter. The light also seemed to reflect off the (e/c) iris’ of (Y/n’s) face, making it look like it was glowing. It lit his face well enough to make him seem ethereal. Breathtaking. Real.

It was him. It was (Y/n).

“Morning, Tenya. How’s it feel to be asleep for two days?”

Iida didn’t answer. Instead, he walked tentatively towards the patio sliding entrance, his burnt pajama pants cinching his calves now that his adrenaline high was subsiding. He stopped a few inches way from (Y/n), reaching out and shakily touching his cheek.

Instead of fazing through him, or flat out fading, his hand made contact with warm, soft skin. (Y/n) hummed and nuzzled his cheek into his hand. Iida’s vision blurred involuntarily, despite him having his glasses on.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

His voice’s vibration, and the warm breath that fanned his chest was enough proof that he was here. Enough proof he was dragged down back to earth, no longer just a distant memory no one remembered.

Iida’s throat closed up, and he felt his knees go weak. He was a blurred mass of (h/c) and (skin/c), with the hint of red that protruded from his arm, but Iida knew he was still there. He was there, with him, and would be going on until forever.

A tender, hoarse chuckle escaped Iida. He leaned his cheek onto (Y/n’s) forehead, not caring that his face and bed hair was still messy and reeked of sleep. He smiled.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, (Y/n)-kun.”

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Haha. That was fun. Anyways-

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halcyonstorm · 4 years ago

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The Girl at the Library Chapter 2

Pairing: Levi Ackerman/Hange Zoe

Themes: College AU, Library, Fluff, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Female Hange Zoe, Student!Levi

Word Count: 5870

Summary: Levi visits Hange in her dorm. He misses his family but is too busy to drive. Hange has a car.

Chapter: 2/3

Warning: Mild Language

Read on AO3 here

Levi went back to his dorm room after the encounter with Hange. He seemed to be walking a bit faster.

The skip in his step, unfortunately, quickly dissipated once he walked in his room. His roommate was hanging out with a few friends, two he recognized were the guys who fucked up his laptop. As soon as they saw Levi, their conversation came to a halt. The two brats nervously gathered their things and rushed out of the room. Levi shook his head in annoyance, shutting the door behind them. He placed his wet bag on the floor. Right. He was soaked from the rain.

“Levi, good to see you,” Erwin --his roommate-- said, slightly annoyed. There was a card game set up on the small table in their dorm. Levi didn’t respond and walked past them. He always had friends over. Levi was always pissed about it. The least he could’ve done was ask. The room was small enough as it is. Also, Erwin and his friends always left a mess.

Levi’s and Erwin’s dorm room was small. Would Hange’s room be this small? he asked himself. He felt himself get hot. He grabbed a fresh change of clothes, went to their bathroom and changed. He wore a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt. He hung up all his wet clothes in their shower. Levi took a deep breath, leaving the bathroom. He spent the rest of the night thinking of his new friend, and his mood was restored.

The next day couldn’t come fast enough. He woke up at 8am that morning to go on a run and to get some of his physical homework done. He also showered, spending an extra minute than usual. He wondered if he should bring something for Hange.

“Erwin, what snacks do you have?” He asked, starting to dress in the bathroom. He put on a pair of black jeans and an olive green t-shirt.

“Uh,” he shuffled through his ‘secret’ stash. Levi knew where it was. “I’ve got chips, granola bars, ramen, peanut butter…”

What the fuck am I gonna do with peanut butter? He asked himself.

Levi shook his head and rolled his eyes. He finished getting dressed and grabbed a few bags of chips and stuffed them in his bag. He made sure to pack his notes too.

It was finally 10:45 and he decided to leave to go to her dorm. He brought his phone, keys, wallet, and backpack with him.

“Be back later,” Levi called out before closing the door behind him. Levi began walking to her room. He had to take the elevator up four floors, making stops along the way, but he made it. 506… On his left side, there it was. On the door were two drawn cut-outs of the two residents. He recognized Hange’s drawing right away. It was colored in with colored pencils. The character had her same brown hairstyle; closed, happy eyes; oval glasses; and a big toothy smile. She wore a green long sleeve and brown pants. Her character was waving. Under her character, it has the name “Hange” in big green block letters. The other character was of a girl with short blonde hairstyle and blue eyes. Her character was smiling but had her eyes open. That must be her roommate. The name written underneath the drawing was “Nanaba” in blue bubble letters. Levi hesitantly knocked at the door after admiring the drawings.

Hange opened the door. “Hey!” “Hi.”

She invited him in. One half of the dorm room was messy and the other was averagely neat, at least in Levi’s eyes. She shut the door behind him.

“Ehh, I’m sorry my side of the room is kinda messy,” She confessed. She had the messy side of the room. Her bed was made, but her desk was a mess. Papers, books, and food wrappers were spread out on the desk and migrated to her bed. There were at least four empty ramen containers on her desk, which she clumsily grabbed and tossed away. Hange grabbed the papers off her desk and moved them to the side, clearing the spot for him. She lazily crumpled some food wrappers and threw them in the trash, one wrapper missing and falling on the floor. Levi shuddered. How did she live like this? The foot of her bed met the left edge of the desk. Her desk was big; It had many drawers and an overhang where she had small knick knacks including small comic book figurines, plants, and books. She had a figurine of a character with a green hooded cape on who looked like a soldier. He really liked that one.

“Let me just log you on.” She bent over the chair to use the computer. Levi put his bag down next to the desk. “Thank you.” Levi said.

“Oh, It’s nothing,” she said. After a few moments, she stood upright, backing away from the computer. “Alright! You’re good to go. If you need my help, I’m here. I have some work to do too.” He nodded, sitting down in the very comfortable desk chair. He let out a relieved sigh. Hange chuckled.

“Comfortable, right?” She asked, jumping on her bed and crossing her legs. Levi agreed. It was comfortable. It was one of those gaming-like chairs with cushions and lower back support. He noticed she had a bunch of bookmarks tabbed which were disorganized. He began to type in “Addison’s Disease” and as he did, he noticed it was recently searched. Before he could ask about it, Hange began to speak.

“I found some articles for your paper,” she explained, not looking away from her books. “I printed them out for you.”

Levi was pleasantly surprised. He hid a smile. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She shrugged. “Pfft. Shush. I wanted to.” There was a pause. “Oh! I made sandwiches for us. I know it’s kinda early for lunch, but I’ve been up since 6 this morning so I’m starving. I hope you like PB&J.”

Fuck! Levi thought. Erwin’s peanut butter. I could’ve made sandwiches. He mentally smacked his forehead.

“I brought some chips,” Levi added. “Take whatever you want.” He grabbed some bags from his backpack and placed them on her bed. He grabbed a blue bag of Doritos, she grabbed a bag of Fritos.

“Thanks,” she said, popping the bag open by squeezing it. Some chips flew out of the bag, falling on the bed.

“What?” Levi asked, bewildered. Why did she open it like that?

“I’m not good with pulling the seal open…” she admitted, chuckling. Levi found it weird. Levi locked eyes with her and opened the bag by pulling the seal open with ease. Hange pouted.

“No fair.” She laughed. He was never going to get any work done if she kept distracting him. He grabbed a sandwich and ate it. He really enjoyed it, especially since she made it.

“Thanks for lunch,” he said. He was kind of hungry anyways.

“No problem!”

The two began to work.

About three hours passed before Levi finished his paper. He ended his final sentence with a loud tap of the period on the keyboard. He took a deep breath and looked Hange's way. She was prone, resting her chin in her left palm. Her feet were in the air, crossed at the ankles. She was reading a textbook and had a pen and paper on her right side, probably answering homework. She looked very studious and attractive.

“I’m finished with my paper…” Levi said aloud. “Can I read it to you?”

Hange quickly wrote something down on her paper, dropped the pen, and pushed herself up to sit criss-crossed.

“Yep! I’m all ears.”

He began to read through his paper. He realized during his speech that this was probably the most he’s said to Hange. He felt guilty in a way. He was bad with words, so he felt it was better if he kept his mouth shut. Hange didn’t mind, though. She enjoyed hearing him talk, as she found it very soothing. As he read, he felt her eyes on him. He finally finished reading his paper.

“I have a few suggestions on some wording, but besides that, I think it’s great,” Hange said, getting out of bed. She walked to Levi’s right, then squatted. Levi felt himself get nervous. She was really close. He thought she smelled good.

“Scroll up a little…” she said, gesturing to him to scroll up. He did as she asked. “There. That sentence: ‘Medications used to treat Addison’s Disease include mineralocorticoids and glucocorticoids, such as fludrocortisone and hydrocortisone.’ It is kinda wordy. They’re both corticosteroids, so I think you should shorten it. You can mention the classes of the drugs in the next sentence, if you wanted to. Also, ‘A big teaching point includes following the steroid regimen exactly as prescribed. Abruptly discontinuing this medication will result in adrenal suppression.’ I think there is a better word to use than ‘big’. What about ‘important’, or ‘essential’ or ‘paramount’...”

He turned his head to look at her. Hange’s sentence had trailed off the moment he looked at her. She was stunned by his eyes. She hadn’t been this close to him, so that moment was the first time she could admire his eyes up close. They were a beautiful, piercing steel blue. When she realized he was staring back at her, she stood up, shaking out her legs nervously.

“‘Paramount’ will do,” Levi said after a moment passed. He typed it in.

“Good job, Levi. You’ll score well with your paper,” Hange said, trying not to stutter. She meant it. She was proud of what he wrote.

“Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without your help, though, four-eyes.” Hange liked the nickname. She smiled and patted his shoulder before going back to sit on her bed. She grabbed her phone and realized she didn’t have his phone number. Did he have a phone? He must have. She thinks she saw him use it once.

“If you need my computer again, or just wanna text, I can give you my number,” Hange blurted out. When Levi looked at her, he realized she wasn’t looking at him when she asked. He agreed, handing his phone to her.

“Go for it,” he said. He was attempting to sound ‘cool’ (and it worked). Hange reached to grab his unlocked phone. She found his contacts and put her name and number in. She sent herself a text message from his phone. She was hoping he would text her more. When she closed out to the home screen, she noticed his background was a photo of him and a small, dark haired lady.

“Is this your mother?” Hange asked, handing his phone back to him.

He looked down at his phone and nodded. “Yeah. This photo is from my first day at the university.” He had swiveled the chair to face the bed and her. “I remember she was sad to see me go, but happy too. She was proud of me.” Hange’s heart swelled. Levi seemed to remember her with a bittersweet smile. Hange frowned a bit.

“Is something wrong?” Hange asked.

“I just… haven’t seen her in a while. I’ve been so busy with assignments and exams that I haven’t had time to go visit her. Every time I have free time, I’m studying or catching up on sleep...”

“I can take you,” Hange offered instantaneously. She didn’t even have to think about it. She wanted to help her friend.

Levi’s eyes widened. “What?”

“You have to get stuff done and I have a car on campus and a license Let me take you.” She explained. Before he could bud in, she continued. “What day would you like to go? This weekend? I’m free this weekend.”

“I’d never get any studying done if we did that,” Levi said. We.

“You didn’t say no,” Hange retorted with a smirk. “I’ll be good. I won’t distract you. Promise.”

Levi took a deep sigh. He really wanted to, more than he let on. “Saturday morning works for me.”

A few days passed by and now Friday came along. Levi’s paper was due in three days, so he wanted to go to the library to revise it before printing and submitting it. He knew Hange worked on Friday’s too, so he had another motive.

His class had ended, then he was on his way to the library. When he entered, he heard laughter. Don’t people know they’re supposed to be quiet in the library? He wondered, but he didn’t pay much mind to it. There was a blonde woman standing at the front of the counter, leaning over it. He heard Hange’s voice and laugh and felt his heart skip a beat.

“I gotta see if the patron needs help,” Hange said to the girl without noticing who walked in.

“Zoe, since when do you actually care about your job?” The blonde said playfully. Hange smiled and rolled her eyes. Zoe? Hange made her way around the desk and saw Levi standing, looking at some books in the entryway.

“Levi! Good to see you,” Hange said, pleasantly surprised. She held her hands behind her back. “Computer?”

“Yeah.”

“Very good, come here.” Hange walked towards the desk, then around it. Levi stayed on the opposing side. “Levi, this is Nanaba. Nanaba, this is Levi. Nanaba is my roommate.”

“Nice to meet you, Levi,” Nanaba said, smiling at him. He nodded, exchanging pleasantries. Hange wrote his name down on the paper. “Okay, Levi. You’re all set.” He muttered a “thanks'' and then set his stuff down by the computer. He heard Nanaba whispering something to Hange. She shook her head, waving at her to follow her towards the back. Hange didn’t want to disturb Levi, and she also didn’t want Levi to hear what they were talking about.

Hange and Nanaba sat down at the table in the break room. Hange sipped on a can of soda.

“That’s Levi?” Nanaba asked, punching Hange’s shoulder playfully.

“Yeah. He’s just my friend. I don’t know why you care so much.”

“You two were in our dorm… alone?! Do I need to clean the room again?”

“No! He just had to work on his project. My side of the room is messy, though.”

“Uh huh… I can tell by the way he looks at you that you two aren’t ‘just friends’ like you claim,” Nanaba concluded, leaning back and crossing her legs.

“I told you it’s nothing,” Hange reinforced, getting flustered and annoyed. “Besides, he wouldn’t even be attracted to someone like me anyways. I am extremely messy and clumsy. His shirts are never wrinkled, and he is always extremely clean and neat.”

Nanaba rolled her eyes. “Haven’t you heard of ‘opposites attract’?” Hange made a “pfft” sound.

“That’s such bullshit.” Hange felt like Nanaba was giving her false hope.

“Well you wouldn’t be asking me for advice on your crush then if you thought the whole ‘opposites attract’ thing was bullshit, would you? No.”

The small bell above the entrance dinged, so Hange stood up. “Nanaba, I’ve got work to do, you know. That’s what you do at a job. Also, he is not my crush. ” Nanaba sighed and stood too. “I’ll see you at home.” She waved before walking ahead. “Bye, Levi. Nice to meet you.” She said in passing. Levi said ��see you” to her. The patron who walked in was the same blonde guy with a big nose from last week. Levi recognized him.

“Mike!” Nanaba exclaimed, kissing his cheek. “Good to see you. Ready to go?” Mike nodded, taking her hand. “See you later, Zoe!” She called out before the couple left together. Hange and Levi were alone again. Hange came to the front of the library where Levi was. She sat down in the chair next to him. He turned to face her. Her cheeks were red.

“What time do you want to leave tomorrow?” Hange asked, crossing her legs.

“Is 9 good? I wanna make sure I spend enough time with her.” Levi suggested. Hange smiled.

“That’s fine. Just let me know when you want me to pick you up then. I can stay in the area, just send me the address.”

“You can stay, you know,” Levi offered. “You… don’t have to leave.” Hange looked shocked. She was very grateful for his offer.

“Are you sure? I mean, that’s very generous-”

“Don’t question me,” Levi said, looking back at the computer. That means ‘yes, I’m sure’.

“Thanks, Levi,” Hange said, standing up. “I’ll meet you at your dorm at 9 then we can get on the road.”

“Sounds good, Zoe.”

Hange woke up early the next day. She wanted to make sure everything went perfectly. She even got up early to clean out her car, which was a mess. It was full of junk. She had a pre-owned black four-seater that was well loved. She made it as clean as possible, making sure to wipe off the seats of any crumbs. It looked acceptable, and Hange went back inside. She realized at this point how long of a walk it was from her dorm to the parking lot. Nonetheless, she took the extra trip. She wanted to make a good impression. When she got back to her dorm, she packed a small backpack. Levi had texted her the address, and it was about an hour away. It was in the city, however, so it would probably take more time. She kept reminding herself to keep her mouth shut during the car ride to help him study.

She arrived at his dorm room a bit late, around 9:10. She felt really bad about this, but Levi didn’t seem to mind. Levi wore a grey university hoodie with black jeans. It was supposed to be cold today. Hange wore a black zip-up jacket with a pair of blue jeans and white sneakers. Her hair was half-up and half-down. Levi liked those colors on her. They headed for the elevator and walked to the parking lot. Hange omitted the part of her morning where she cleaned out her car as they talked about their mornings. They reached her car. She opened the trunk. He put his bag in the trunk and shut it.

“Don’t forget to keep your books in the front so you can study. I packed snacks. If you want any just let me know,” Hange said, unlocking the front door and getting in the car.

“Thanks,” Levi said, getting in the car. He closed the door. Hange locked the car and opened her phone. She began searching his mom’s address on the GPS. It ‘dinged’ when it found her house, and she propped her phone up in the holder.

As Hange began to drive, she noticed how Levi murmurs to himself when he studies. She can hear him repeating medications to himself and reciting the cards. Hange smiled. She found it endearing. The roads were pretty busy. They had left by 9:30am. Hange enjoyed driving, however, she wasn’t the most safe driver. She would make sudden stops, jerking Levi and Hange forward in their seats. Levi was grateful his seatbelt worked. She would make sharp turns and didn’t allow the wheel to return when the turn was finished. With one of the stops, it threw the cards that were in his lap on the floor. Levi took a deep sigh, packing up his cards.

“Sorry, Levi.”

“I’m taking a break,” Levi said, closing his eyes. “I have this exam coming up and it’s all about antihypertensive medications. There are too many, I think I’m going to develop hypertension.”

Hange laughed out loud. “They aren’t that bad. You’ve gotta come up with songs and mnemonics to remember them, then it's easy!” Levi scoffed.

“Do I look like someone who comes up with songs to remember things?” Levi asked, crossing his arms.

“No,” Hange quickly replied. “But you happen to be sitting next to someone who does. Read some of the meds to me.”

“Oh, god. No,” Levi moaned, opening the window. The breeze made his hair blow in the wind. Hange was lucky enough to catch a glance. She caught a whiff of his shampoo.

“I will stop this car right now,” Hange threatened playfully, raising her voice. She made a jolting stop at a light. Levi jerked forward again and groaned.

“Fine.”

He pulled his cards out of his backpack again, finding the medication cards. “First are the ACE inhibitors. These medications include the -prils… Lisinopril, enalapril. These help lower the blood pressure by inhibiting the action of angiotension converting enzyme, which causes vasoconstriction. Adverse effects include high potassium, orthostatic hypotension, angioedema, persistent coughing…”

“Hmmm… ACE,” Hange said proudly. Levi shook his head in confusion. “What?”

“ACE: Angioedema, Cough, hypErkalemia.” Levi was shocked. “Thanks…” He murmured.

“Give me another one,” Hange challenged. Levi shuffled through his stack. “What about Beta blockers?”

“Ah…” Hange sighed. “Tell me about them. I only know so much, you know.” You can’t say you know then say I know that you only know so much. You are confusing, Levi thought.

“Beta blockers act on beta1 and beta2-adrenergic receptors, which can affect the heart, lungs, and bladder. These will lower blood pressure, as well as cause bradycardia, hypoglycemia, fatigue, and bronchospasms in patients with respiratory issues such as asthma and COPD,” Levi explained. Hange was so happy. She was helping him, and got to hear him talk. She decided at that moment that she loved his voice.

“Beta blockers seem to slow everything down,” Hange began. “Beta blockers make everything low and slow, right? They lower heart rate and blood pressure, they lower blood sugar, quote en quote ‘lower energy’ by causing fatigue… That’s what I would try to remember.”

Levi was impressed, and he isn’t impressed easily. She was extremely clever with her mnemonics, and she wasn’t even a pharmacology major.

“You are…” Levi began. Hange looked at him for a moment while they stopped at another light. He felt woozy, but in a good way. She looked nice. “Such a nerd.” Hange beamed.

“I’ll help you more later but I gotta focus on the road now. Levi smiled, putting his cards away. Hange noticed this, and turned the radio on. She got distracted trying to pick a channel, which made Levi frantic.

“I will pick a channel. Focus on the road, four-eyes,” He decided, shaking his head. His heart almost fell out of his chest. He made a mental note to never let her drive him anywhere again. Hange sighed, submissively agreeing, putting both hands on the wheel. They got into the city. Hange hadn’t been to the city often, even though it was not too far away. Levi disliked the city. It was too loud for him. Being out at the Uni didn’t make it as easy for him to sleep as he had originally thought. He was used to hearing the hustle and bustle of the city, that his ears buzzed with silence at night time on campus. Levi attempted to give Hange directions as they weaved their way through the busy roads. She almost got into two car accidents. She just laughed it off, but Levi was frazzled.

Finally, Levi thought. Out of the main city. Levi took a deep, deep breath. His mom lived on the outskirts of the city, which was very convenient. They were almost there. Hange finally found the house and pulled into the driveway. The house was small and a dark navy blue. Hange parked the car, and opened the trunk. She handed Levi his bag and they headed to the door. Hange was standing awfully close behind him which made him nervous. He knocked on the door.

A few moments later, the door opened. A beautiful lady opened the door. She had raven hair, steel blue eyes, and a beautiful smile.

“Levi!” She exclaimed, smiling wide. She hugged him. Levi patted her back, and Hange saw a smile creep on his face. “What a pleasant surprise!”

“Good to see you, mom. I wanted to visit.” They broke away and his mom peered over his shoulder.

“Who’s this?”

“This is my friend, Hange,” Levi said, introducing Hange. She smiled and put out her hand. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Mrs. Ackerman.” His mom shook her hand.

“Call me Kuchel,” She insisted. She invited them in.

“Hange actually drove me today,” Levi began, setting his bags down on the side. “I needed to study so she offered to drive…” He wasn’t sure why he told his mom this information. Maybe he felt he needed an excuse as to why he came with a girl.

“That’s so lovely! Well I’m glad the two of you decided to come down. Uncle Kenny will be stopping by later. I’m sure he’d be happy to see you. Miss Hange, are you staying for dinner?”

Hange blushed, scratching her head. “I’d love to, if that’s okay.”

“Great! Make yourself at home.”

Hange admired his house. It was very cozy and extremely neat. There was a big open living room area when they first walked in, a kitchen and dining room to their left, and other rooms to the right. It smelt of clean laundry. She liked it a lot. There were assorted pictures hung on the wall. She shoved her hands in her pockets as she admired the photos. Kuchel had a photo of Levi hanging, which Hange stared at for the longest. It was a photo of Levi with his mom at an event, most likely high school graduation. The photo was taken outside on a sunny day. He wore a blue cap and gown. Kuchel’s arm was around his shoulder, smiling wide. Levi wore a small smile. She saw another picture, which was of Kuchel and an older man with long hair. Hange suddenly felt a tug at her sleeve. Levi.

“Take your shoes off,” he said. Hange slipped her shoes off and put them on the rack.

“Levi! Hange!” Kuchel called. “Would you like some tea?” They both agreed. They wandered into the small dining room and sat across from each other. Hange liked how Levi looked that day. He looked comfortable. His grey sweater made his eyes stand out. He almost caught her standing. Kuchel carefully brought over the steeped pot of tea and sat down at the head of the table.

“I boiled some earl grey tea, I hope that’s okay. That’s Levi’s favorite,” Kuchel said, cupping both her hands around the teacup. Levi picked his tea cup up by placing his fingers around the rim, taking a slow sip.

“Hange,” Kuchel said, smiling at the girl. “How do you guys meet?”

Oh great. Here she goes.

“Well, Levi happened to come to the library I work at to work on his project. I was able to help him out… Although I study botanicals, I read a lot so I know a lot about different topics. One of them happens to be drugs. Medications, I mean. So, anyways, he and I started talking and hanging out and whatnot. And here we are,” Hange explained. When she finished, she looked at Levi. He was staring at her. Her eyes lit up again, and Levi couldn’t look away. Doesn’t everyone know they shouldn’t stare into the sun?

“That’s lovely!” Kuchel exclaims. She sips her tea. “Levi usually doesn’t ask for help. But I’m glad you were able to help him. I remember back in elementary school, he would always insist on doing the projects himself. My stubborn boy. He gets that from me, you know. I can be so stubborn sometimes.” She took a pause, and Levi jumped in.

“Mom,” Levi intervened. Kuchel looked at her son. Kuchel could tell she may have been embarrassing him. “I’m gonna go study.” Come with me, Hange, he wanted to add. Hange finished her tea, and stood up. “Thank you for the tea, Kuchel. I’d love to hear more of your stories, but I offered to help Levi study.” Kuchel smiled, squeezing Hange’s shoulder.

“It’s okay, go on ahead.” The two nodded. Levi led her down the hall, and opened a door. It looked like Levi’s bedroom. It was extremely tidy. He also had a desk. It wasn’t too big, but did the job. He had some drawers with some photos on top. He kept the door open.

“You can take the desk chair. I’ll sit on the bed,” Levi concluded. He sat on the bed, pulling his knees up. He took out his drug flash cards.

“Levi, do you have a white board? Or poster board?” Hange asked.

“Why?”

“You’ll see.” Levi remembered he had an easel in the back of his closet. He stood up to retrieve it. He finally set it up. It was wide, which was perfect. It’s spotless, Hange thought. It’s like he never used it.

“My mom got this for me but I have yet to use it,” Levi said. Did he hear me?

“Okay,” Hange began. “So, we talked about ACE inhibitors and Beta Blockers, right? So, let’s go through the rest and compare them all.” She took out a purple marker, beginning to write on the board. In the center, she wrote “Anti-HTN Meds”. She drew an arrow to the left corner, writing “ACE Inhibitors” and writing all its information. She did the same with Beta Blockers.

“What’s next?” Hange asked, looking at Levi.

“Thiazide diuretics,” Levi sighed. “This is HCTZ. It helps lower blood pressure by removing fluids from the body, resulting in diuresis. Side effects include hypokalemia and hyponatremia, orthostatic hypotension.” Hange wrote as he spoke. He was surprised she can write so fast.

“Okay! So, it seems that a common theme is orthostatic hypotension, no?” She questioned, not facing him. She grabbed a red marker to write “orthostatic hypotension” and replaced the other one written. As Levi read off multiple classifications of medications, Hange created the web. She made a map that connected the similarities of the medications, while making it organized enough to understand the differences. Levi was impressed for the second time that day. Hange was sincerely helping him conceptualize and comprehend the information. Then, he realized Hange hadn’t sat down since they began studying.

“Oi, don’t break your back,” Levi said.

“Haha! I’m fine! I’ve only been standing since around 11 am...” She took her phone out of her pocket and turned it on for the time. “...it’s almost 3 now! Wow! We really pushed through for hours! That’s fantastic!” She smiled wide at him, but Levi could tell she was exhausted from standing.

Levi hopped off his bed. “Lay down,” He ordered. Hange furrowed her brows, but didn’t protest. She sprawled supine on his bed, sighing. “Thanks, Levi,” She exhaled, closing her eyes. His bed was still a bit warm from when he was occupying it. It was lower than her bed at her dorm, but she liked it.

“Let’s take a break,” Levi decided. He had a small flatscreen TV mounted on the wall in his room. He walked to the TV to grab the remote, and turned it on. He admired Hange for a brief moment as he passed her to sit in the desk chair. She looked tired. He put on a crime documentary. Hange perked up automatically. Her eyes widened with interest.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised you like these,” Levi assumed. She chuckled and replied: “I guess we’re both freaks after all.” It made Hange’s heart happy that they had something in common. She was worried Levi wouldn’t like her since she was so different from him, but maybe she had a chance now. She was so absorbed in the show that she didn’t realize Levi left the room to grab something to eat. Levi greeted his mom.

“Hi, honey,” Kuchel responded. “How’s Hange?”

“She’s fine. I wanted to get us something to eat.”

“Oh! You’re in luck,” Kuchel cheered, opening a cabinet to grab two bowls. “I just heated up some soup for myself. Would you like some? It’s wild rice.”

“Sounds good,” Levi replied. Kuchel filled two bowls.

“She’s pretty, your friend Hange,” Kuchel said. She wasn’t facing Levi when she spoke. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you two ended up dating. You seem to like her a lot.” Levi felt his face flush bright red.

“Thanks for the food,” He ignored her comment, taking the bowls to his room. He made sure to keep his face out of his mother’s sight. Kuchel giggled softly to herself. She knew he wouldn’t dare to reply to a comment that he knew was true.

He came back to the room with the two bowls. “Here’s lunch,” He said, handing her the bowl. Hange was sitting with her knees to her chest, intently staring at the screen. She looked toward him when he spoke, accepting the bowl in two cupped hands. “Thank you!” She smiled wide. He smiled too. He loved her smile. “When did you get this, anyways?”

“I left the room to get it. I said, ‘Hange, I’m getting us lunch.’ You didn’t hear me?”

Hange chuckled in embarrassment. “I guess I was too absorbed in the show. Sorry.” Levi shook his head lightly and sat down. He attempted to move the chair closer to the bed without her noticing. He was successful. Hange was sitting up on the bed with her legs criss-crossed, bowl in her lap. Levi was cross-legged in the desk chair, which was right next to the bed. Hange didn’t seem to mind or even notice until she had turned to look to her right, and she realized Levi was so close to her. His face was really close. He felt her staring, but couldn’t dare to look back. His heart would’ve exploded.

“You’re staring is creeping me out, four-eyes,” Levi said, startling Hange.

“Oh, yeah?” Hange chuckled. She suddenly grabbed his chin and turned his head towards hers. His wide eyes were staring into hers now. He felt like his heart was about to explode. “What about now?”

“...Creep,” He murmured. The tone of his voice changed entirely compared to his previous statement. Hange noticed this. His voice was soft and nervous. Levi felt his whole body start to heat up. He felt his heart throbbing in his head. He felt his breath hitch in his throat. He gently placed his hand on her cheek. She accepted his touch. He leaned in hesitantly, closing his eyes. Hange did the same, and finally there was no space between them anymore. Their lips collided. She kissed his lips softly, as if she was nervous to kiss too hard. Levi had kissed girls before, but it was never like this. Never so emotional. Never so breathtaking. Never so soft or warm or gentle. He never wanted it to end. He was smitten by her. Their lips parted. She wasn’t extremely close after they parted, but she kept her eyes focused on his. Hange felt her heart pulsating in her chest. He looked into her rich hazel eyes again. He swore he fell in love with her in that instant.

#aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levihan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #levihan fic #levihan oneshot #levi x hange #levi x hanji #rivahan #fluff overload

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MHA/BNHA X READER (SHRUNK): CHAPTER 2 - Tiny Kirishima x Y/N.

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Y/N- Age: 16, Hight: 5'5", Gender: female, Quirk: Mind Reading, Class: 1-A

AU- None, Domestic fluff

Relationship background: You and Eijiro have been dating for quite some time now and are extremely close. ___________________________

It was early in the morning and Eijiro Kirishima had decided to go for a short walk before school started. UA was still asleep or just waking up, along with the majority of the city at that time. The red-headed boy couldn't help but hum to himself softly as he wandered the plot around the high school dorms. He liked nature far more than the city, though he loved both, and as such, he liked to take a short lap around the campus before starting his day.

The grass padded gently underfoot as he neared the end of his stroll, and that's when something caught his eye. It was a patch of bright blue and purple flowers covered in a very curious design, Kirishima had never seen anything like them. "Woah!!" He chimed excitedly as he squatted down to give them a closer inspection. The flowers were very extravagant despite their small size, looking as if the worlds most talented and skilled artist had done each one by hand. Seeing them made him think of his girlfriend, (Y/N)!

Kirishima blushed lightly as she came to mind, he'd have to show these to her after school, he was sure she'd love them!!!

Ecstatically, he reached down and gently picked a few, smelling them. They were sweet like fresh fruit. Upon reaching the pavement of the dorm's grounds he soaked in a little more of the morning's crisp atmosphere. As he took a deep breath he was quickly overcome with a strong sensation of vertigo. Stumbling lightly he shook his head briskly, blinking rapidly, surprised by the sudden tiredness. "What the-??" He coughed. What was that!? His body was probably still trying to get up and going, he'd be fine, he thought as he shook it off, flowers still in hand as he marched toward the building doors.

As he walked in, the teen boy felt another strong wave of dizziness and fatigue hit him hard. Geez, why'd he feel so out of sorts all of the sudden he was fine though, right?! Kirishima ignored the sudden change and attempted to keep walking, successfully making it up the stairs and to his room.

Opening the door, he felt unsteady on his feet. The red head made his way over to his bed where he plopped down to stop for a quick breather. What was going on??! Did he just not get enough sleep and it was only just now getting to him??? Gripping his head in his hands, he glanced over at his clock to see how much time he had. It was only 7:20am, he could probably squeeze in another forty-five minutes to an hour with plenty of time to get ready.

Eijiro flopped backwards onto his bed, eye lids getting heavier and heavier till eventually the world went dark.

****

(Y/N) chirped and talked excitedly with Tsue and Uraraka before class started. It was about five minutes or so till it was time, and it was only then that she realized that Eijiro was no where to be found. "Hey Bakugo!" She called to the grumpy blond who only turned around in his chair to glare back at her. "Have you seen Eijiro at all today??" The young girl asked him, to which he responded curtly, "Tch- How should I know??? The dumb idiot probably missed his stupid alarm." He grumbled, turning away from her to stare straightforward.

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, weird.... he didn't typically cut it this close...something must be wrong. She worried as concern flashed her features. "hmm, I'll be right back!!" She called as she dashed out the door, Iida's protests could be heard as she jogged off.

Quickly pulling herself along, she moved from the school to the dorms; she then made her way to the boy's dorm halls. She swiftly and easily found Kiri's door, her quirk picking up on his brainwaves which were surprisingly relaxed and passive for how outgoing and high energy he was.

Easing his door open, (Y/N) was met by a dark, empty room. Wait- where was he?? "Eijie...????" She called softly, slowly walking in. "Eijiroooooo~~???" She whispered quietly before flicking on the lights.

The room was indeed empty and tidy with the exception of his clothes strewn lazily across his bed. “Weird... where’d he go?!” She wondered aloud, walking further into the room. She could sense him near by, so where was he??? “KIRISHIMA!” She called one last time, causing something to stir.

Motion caught Atashame’s eye and she looked down at the clothes on the bed to see a tiny lump the size of a rat or a mouse moving under the shirt. “WHAT THE-?!”

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Kirishima slept peacefully in what felt like a large warm mass of blankets when something woke him. “KIRISHIMA!!!!!” He heard a familiar voice call loudly, startling him awake.

As he opened his eyes and looked around he couldn’t quite make out where he was. All he could see was-.... red cloth? He squirmed around trying to find the opening to whatever or wherever he was. “WHAT THE-?!” He heard the same voice again, only now he was able to recognize who it belonged to. “(Y/N)?!” He asked looking around, still confused as to where on earth he was.

”K-KIRISHIMA?!” He heard her exclaim, “Yeah! Where are you?! Where am I?!” He replied, still crawling through the endless ocean of fabrics. “I-Is that really you?!” She asked again, only confusing him more, why’d she sound so confused, what was going on, AND WHERE ON THIS BLASTED EARTH WAS HE?!

”Yes it’s me!!! (Y/N), what’s going on?!” He yelled, growing weary. Suddenly the fabric opened just enough to pop out his head.

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(Y/N) watched in absolute disbelief as the lump crawled around confusedly. It sounded as if it were Eijiro, but how in the galaxy would he have gotten that small??! She couldn’t wait any longer....

She tentatively reached out and opened the shirt from the neck collar, tossing it back a little, still nervous of what she might find. As the shirt fell back, a tiny head with frazzled, staticky red hair popped out.

What?

The girl was stunned, IT REALLY WAS HIM!!!! AND HE WAS NO BIGGER THAN AN IPHONE!

His little head looked around, blinking in the bright light. “(Y/N)??” He asked again still trying to make out what all he was looking at, his complete size difference making everything seem so foreign.

Things finally registered and (Y/N) finally came to grip that this was indeed, reality. “YOURE SO SMALL!!!!” She cried. Eijiro winced at the loud noise, eyes going wide as he worked to look at her, “WOAH!!! YOURE HUGE!!!” He squeaked back, his voice only slightly softer and higher than normal.

(Y/N) shook her head briskly, “NO, YOU SHRUNK!!!” She exclaimed, gesturing to the rest of the room. Kirishima sat up and looked around, the shirt still draped across him. “WH- YOURE RIGHT?!” He exclaimed, falling back over from the sheer surprise.

(Y/N) reached her hand out in an offering for him to climb on before realizing that-... his clothes were on the bed..... and he was inside of them... which would naturally mean-

“WAIT!!! YOURE WEARING CLOTHES RIGHT?!” She yelled, turning bright red. The little man moved to cover his ears again at her loud yelling before processing what she said. With wide eyes, he quickly looked down at himself which was still covered by the shirt, to see that he was, indeed, naked. “Uh- No not really!!” He admitted, wrapping the shirt tighter around himself, a rose color tinting his cheeks. He looked up at her sheepishly, “Y-you don’t happen to have any kind of tiny clothing... do you?” He asked in embarrassment.

“No, I don- WAIT!!! I MIGHT!!!!” She exclaimed running out of the room, leaving the little red head on the bed.

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Aaaaaaaaaand she was gone. Kirishima was left in his room by himself. He stood and began walking around on the mattress, still trying to get a gage at both his current hight and at the reality of the situation. This was a dream right?? What happened?/ He was fine this morning!! As he did, he heard footsteps returning. "CRUD!-" He then dove for the cover of his shirt, his head poking out, just as (Y/N) had left him.

He watched the giantess come skipping in, "Tah-dah!!!!" She exclaimed cheerfully, holding up a doll's outfit. The was a red T-shirt and ripped shorts, along with black leggings that had been cut to create makeshift boxers. Eijiro lit up, surprised she even had the stuff! "Its so manly!!!" he exclaimed happily. "Here!! I'll uh- heh, I'll give you a moment of privacy...." She chuckles, tossing him the clothes and turning around.

The tiny bean of a child takes them gratefully and ducks back under his original clothes to change. He soon comes out fully dressed, toothy smile and all. "This is awesome!!" He laughs, "O-Oh!! Im decent, you can look now!!" He tells her, signaling her that it was safe.

She turned around and was met by the most gracious darn adorable thing she had ever seen in her life. "AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW!" She couldn't help but squeal at the precious sight. "You're so tiny and cute!!!" (Y/N) giggled hysterically. Eijiro blushed lightly at her reaction. "Hey!!"

****

What (Y/N) saw before her was truly an image from heaven. There he stood, proud and small, dressed in the clothes her dolls had been wearing previously, hair a fluffy, wacky, tussled mess, sharp, sharky smile shining a bright glow, and best of all, He was so tiny, he could easily fit on her hand, shoulder, pocket, you name it!!! It was simply too much adorableness for her and she could no longer help herself.

She eagerly held out her hands as if asking his permission, to which she was granted as he carefully climbed on, wrapping his minuscule hands around her thumb as she lifted him. "You're so stincon lincon cuuuuuuuuuteeeee~~~~" She giggled, looking him up and down as he sat cross legged on her palm. He blushed more, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it so much!" He laughed. "How did this happen?!" you ask, sitting on his bed where he once stood.

"I- I don't know.... I felt sick at one point so i decided to lie down and get some more rest and well- I only woke up when you came in and I was already small!!" He explained. "Huh-.... Well... you know, Recovery Girl might- OH NO WE'RE LATE FOR CLASS!!!" She cried, standing quickly and knocking him over as he gripped onto her hand for dear life. "Woah!!" He cried, startled by all the sudden movement. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!!" She apologized, “I keep forgetting....” she admitted embarrassedly.

The tiny boy shakily sat up, giving her the same determined smile as his little body quivered from the adrenaline shock. “Don’t worry about me!” He exclaimed hardening himself in her hand as he grinned up at her. The giantess smiled back though she was still very apologetic. "I should still be more careful though, i'm just glad you're alright." She told him with a relieved sigh.

"Let's go see Recovery Girl about this first..." (Y/N) suggested, him only nodding in response. "Here.. Uh..." The girl then began looking herself up and down, trying to find a suitable spot to place him. Kirishima quickly caught on, "I can just ride on your shoulder!!!" He suggested, which she silently hoped he would. "Sure!!" (Y/N) chimed.

She tried the awkward motion of keeping her palm facing up while trying to make it easier for him to get to her shoulder. In short, he almost fell.

Once he was comfortably standing onto her shoulder they headed for the infirmary. "I really hope this can be fixed...." (Y/N) half muttered, slight worry crossing her features. The tiny shark on her shoulders only nodded as she opened the door and walked inside.

The sweet, short old woman known as Recovery Girl was tiding up the place when they came in, possibly after a different patient. "Oh!! Hello (L/N)!" She greeted, "Aren't you supposed to be in class?? What's wrong!!" She asked, apparently not noticing Kirishima's current state.

��I’m fine thanks! Um, I’m actually worried about this little guy....” She chuckled, turning her shoulder more toward the old woman, showing off her minuscule classmate. “Oh!!!” She cried, startled to see him like that. “What ever happened??” She asked the two. “We don’t know.....” “I just woke up like this...” they both commented.

Recovery girl thought for a bit, “Well what did you do in the last bit of time before it happened???” She asked, (Y/N) turning to look at Eijiro best she could whilst he thought. “Well, when I first woke up this morning, I was normal sized and I went for a walk around the campus grounds...” he recounted, “then when I came back to the dorms I suddenly got really dizzy and nauseous.” He finished.

The old woman placed a hand on her chin, “hmmm was there anything out of the ordinary or slightly different as opposed to other days??” She asked, making him think for a minute.

”Not that I remember- Wait!- I think, YES! I remember near the end of my walk there were these flowers!! I’ve never seen them before!” He exclaimed quickly, earning an interested look from Recovery Girl. “Were they blue and purple with little white designs?!” She asks, “YES THEY WERE HOW'D YOU KNOW!?!” “Wait have you dealt with them before?” (Y/N) asked after Kirishima.

The little woman let out a long sigh, “Yes I have, they’re a nuisance those things...” she grumbled, “Eating or inhaling them have the same effect, only eating will cause it to last longer,...” She explained. “And as I’m sure you’ve noticed so far, they make you shrink. The effects will ware off after a little more or less than 24 hours, depending on how much of it you took in, otherwise it can’t be helped.” The woman finished illuminating the situation for them, “I’ll send someone out to exterminate them in a bit.” She says, “For now I believe you two have classes to be attending.” She says, handing them a pass that explains where they’ve been, most likely for Aizawa Sensei. “Oh- ok then!! Thank you!!” They both called as she shooed them out the door.

“Looks like you’ll be like this for the rest of the day!” (Y/N) comments to him as they walk to their home classroom. Kirishima, still smiling ear to ear just shrugs, “I’m honestly excited about it!! Sounds like I’ll be fine, so I think this could be pretty fun!” He tells her to which she snickers, opening the class door. “Heyo! were back!”

****

Being small wasn’t all that bad! Eijiro got to sit on his girlfriend’s shoulder and desk throughout all the classes and while he didn’t admit this out loud, not having to take notes was actually kinda nice!!! And when lunch rolled around, Lunch Rush even made him a tiny dish just for himself!

Yet despite all this, Hero training classes for that day were called off, much to the little rock’s disappointment, leaving the two of them the entire afternoon.....

“So what do you wanna go do??” Eijiro asked as they flopped on the couches of the common room, little Kiri sprawled on her stomach. (Y/N) shrugged, “Well, before you shrunk I had a date planned for today...” She half asks, looking down at him with a soft smile. Kirishima perked up immediately, “REALLY?! WELL LETS GO!! WHO’S TO SAY WE CANT STILL HAVE FUN!?!?” He yells enthusiastically, standing now as he smashes his little baby fists together. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, knocking him off his feet.

Gracious she was beautiful.

And the size difference only seemed to emphasize everything amazing about her despite how people said it typically brought out every imperfection.... maybe that’s what he liked so much about her, that both he and she were so different yet similar, they completed each other in so many ways, every quirk and goofy thing about her just seemed so amazing to him.

”Eijie??”

Oops!! He must’ve gotten lost in thought!!

”Oh yeah!! Sorry, I spaced off for a minute!” He laughed with a blush, scratching the back of his neck. (Y/N)'s face lit up with a smile, “It’s ok!! Just noticed you seemed somewhere else!” She grinned, sitting up some.

As she offered her hand, the little red head climbed on, beaming up at her. "So where are we going!?" He asked excitedly. "I just guess you'll have to see!!" She teased, slipping her shoes on and jogging out the door with him still on her shoulder, using her ear as support and not fall.

After some nice small talk about random things and the events of the day, they soon arrived at the train station. "Come ooooonnnnnn you've gotta tell me!!! We're going on the train, man!!" The little man begged. "Nooo, That ruins the surprise!!" She responded, determined not to tell, just as much as he was to find out.

Coming to a bench, (Y/N) stopped to sit down and wait for their ride. As they did two little girls and their mother sat beside them.

Kirishima pouted on (Y/N)'s shoulder, trying to plot on how to get her to reveal their destination. As he did it was only out the corner of his eye that he saw a giant hand reaching for him. As he moved to react it wrapped its fingers around his upper half and face. “ACK-?!” He let out a muffled cry as he kicked and pushed at the hand gripping him.

****

(Y/N) was preoccupied looking up details about her and Eijiro’s date on her phone, which she held next to her hip on the opposite side of Kirishima so he couldn’t see. So much so that she didn’t even notice when the two little girls plucked him up and began playing with him excitedly like they would a doll.

“Alright Eijiro!!!” She chimes, turning off her phone and turing her head expecting to see him on her shoulder only to see a couple of girls practically torturing the poor little guy. “Oh my heavens!!!! Um, you need to give me him back!!!” She told them, reaching for her boyfriend. “No!” One cried, holding him out and away from (Y/N). “Excuse me, Madam???” She panicked and got the attention of the woman who seemed to be absorbed in something on her own device. The woman startled when (Y/N) rapidly tapped her shoulder, “Hi!!! Yeah- um that’s mine and your little girls seem to not want to give it back!!!” She quickly told, terrified they might smother him.

Their mother reacted swiftly, “Lina, Haru!!!” She scolded, “If that’s not yours then you need to give it back!” She chided.

The girls looked down each and apologized, handing the limp little form back to (Y/N). “Thank you!” She said quickly, cupping him tenderly in her hands as he gasped for breath the moment the tiny fingers released.

The mother startled upon seeing that Kirishima was alive and not some other little doll of sorts. “Oh dear me!!!!” She cried, “Is that thing alive?!” She asked in disbelief.

(Y/N) didn’t answer, too occupied in making sure her shrunken boyfriend was alright. “Kiri are you ok?!” She cried, subconsciously holding her breath as he sucked in every possible one he could.

The tiny shark gave a weak smile and a thumbs up, still coughing and choking on each breath.

“I am so sorry!!!!” The mother apologized again, still absolutely dumbfounded. “It’s ok!” Eijiro croaked, “Dont worry about it, I’m fine!!” He added, trying his best to put the giantesses about him at ease.

The little girls just stayed quiet, looking terribly sorry, but too shy and ashamed to say anything.

It was then that their train arrived, quite busily too. “I think he’ll be ok, it my fault for not paying better attention....” (Y/N) reassures, supporting the shakey tiny in her hands as she got up and began heading for the train. “Oh my heavens!!! Are you ok?!” She asked again once they were out of earshot. Eijiro did actually seem alright now and he nodded, “Yeah! Just scared me, I wasn’t expecting that!” He says cheerily despite the fact that his body is still clearly vibrating. “Yeah me neither, and honestly I’m kinda worried about being on here....” (Y/N) admitted as they climbed onto the train and began looking for a seat. “Do you have anywhere safe you’d feel comfortable letting me sit??” Eijiro asked, cocking his little head to the side.

(Y/N) looked herself up and down, “Would you be ok in a pocket??” She asked him, using her thumb of her other hand to pull open one of her front pockets on her pants.

Kirishima lit up and smiled, “Yeah!! I don’t mind that!!!” He chirped. She smiled warmly at this, lowering her hand so he could climb in. She watched with slight amusement as he awkwardly tried to slip inside, swinging one leg, then the other, and completely disappearing from sight as she could feel him drop down inside.

****

As Eijiro slipped into the pocket he wasn’t honestly expecting such deep pockets, like who needs pockets this big?!

Luckily the pocket was loose and he was able to wiggle around, trying to find how to best be comfortable. It took a while but the mini man finally settled. It was like a giant warm cocoon of blankets!! Enough so.... that.... he began... to......... drift....... off~~.....

"Hey! Kiri!!" Kirishima awoke to something very large nudging his side softly, "Hmm?! Huh???" He muttered, blinking in confusion as he tried to figure out where he was. He found himself in a warm, dark, and cushioned room that swayed steadily back and forth. And he quite frankly didn't remember entering it... "Eijiro!!" (Y/N)'s voice broke his thoughts, and that's when realization struck him. He had fallen asleep in his girlfriend's pocket on the train. "What??" He asked, squirming to peek his head out the pocket and up at her.

She giggled upon seeing his fluffy little head emerge. "Did you seriously fall asleep??" She laughed, walking through the station as she climbed off the train. "Maybe?" He grinned back up at her, "Wait, wait, give me your hand!!" He cheered, already getting out of the pocket, "Woah!! Geez little dude, are you trying to fall and get crushed!?" The young girl exclaimed, stumbling slightly as she tried to catch him.

Kirishima ignored her question and wasted no time in climbing her arm, pulling himself up to her shoulder. "SO WHERE ARE WE HEADED!?" He eagerly bounced, ecstatic to finally be getting to see what she had in store. (Y/N) couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm.

(Y/N) walked out of the station and down the street, people they passed giving shocked, startled and amazed looks at the enthusiastic little bean that bounced relentlessly on his girlfriend’s shoulder.

As the building came to view, Kirishima let out a gasp. “NO WAY!!!” He cried, his sharky little smile growing wider than his face could handle.

(Y/N) lost herself in laughter over his reaction, the place she had taken him was a new restaurant. It had only been open a week and it already had some of the highest ratings in the area. And best of all, they were famous for their numerous meat dishes. Kirishima had been talking about wanting to go ever since it was announced that one would be built here.

”If you like it enough, we can always come back when your bigger and can eat more!!” She told him, to which he eagerly nodded.

She pressed the door open and walked in. They were then seated at a table for one, in an outside area underneath a covering. “Wow!! This is actually really nice!!” (Y/N) chirped, Kirishima waddling carefully down her arm to sit on the table before slipping and sliding the rest of the way, which he quickly shook off, adding his own excited comment, "I know right!?" He cried, "I've been looking forward to this for a long time!!" He yelled, absolutely hyped, per usual.

Not too long after they had sat down a waiter came over to take their order. "Good evening ma'am, my name is Akio!! I'll be your server tonight!!!" he hummed, giving her a charming smile. Kirishima silently grew jealous, frustrated that his lack of size made him invisible, and therefore his girlfriend a target for this young fellow. (Y/N) on the other hand seemed to pay it no mind, "Ah!! Thank you!!" She responded politely as she would under any occasion, yet it only grew the miniature man's jealousy.

"Are you ready to order or do you need a little longer??" He asked, still very clearly into her. "I think we'll wait a little longer!! For now could I get a water??" she asked. Akio gave her a confused blink when she said 'we' but shook it off, "of course!!" he chimed, moving to walk off before (Y/N) glanced down, "What do you want to drink??" She asked Kirishima, confusing the waiter even further, "I'm sorry me-??" he turned around, seeing that she was not looking at him, but down by her folded arms that rested on the table. And there his eyes met the tiny crimson ones of Eijiro, who gave him a quick look before returning to his bright and happy demeanor and answered the giantess. "Wanna just share a strawberry lemonade?!" he chimed, to which the girl seemed to perk up at, "Oooo!! Actually that sounds great!!" she beamed, turning to face Akio, who was currently in a state of shock.

"I- He- He's alive!?" The server finally sputtered, "And so small!!! How?!" the man couldn't believe what he was looking at, causing (Y/N) to scratch the back of her head, "Right, I forgot that this would still startle people,... I feel bad I've kinda gotten used to you like this..." She laughed to Eijiro who smiled back, "I know right?? Anyways, its a long story!!" He told the waiter who remained starstruck. The man nodded nonetheless, making his way off to go retrieve their drinks.

As soon as he left Kirishima felt better, he didn't like the look he was giving her, but now that the waiter knew the young girl wasn't alone he'd most likely lay off. "So what's the menu say?!" He asked merrily, rubbing his little hands together. (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle as he hopped onto the menu where she was trying to read, already looking at the kabobs. "OOOOO!!!!" He gasped at a specific option that he was definitely getting! It was an assorted kabob of fish, shrimp, beef, pork, and chicken, some vegetables like tomato, cabbage, and beets. "I know what Im gonna eat!!" He cheered hugrily, mouth watering madly. "What about you??" He asked, his smile like a tiny sun glaring up at her. "Well, I think i'll figure it out once I can see what's there!!" She teased, gently grabbing the back cuff of his shirt between her two fingers and setting him down, off the menu. "Sorry!" He sheepishly chuckled, wriggling briefly at first but going limp when he saw she was going to set him back down. She then couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his soft hair with her index finger. "Hey!! You know that's hard to fix!!!!" He whined at the motion, gently pushing her finger away with his tiny hands. (Y/N) just grinned wider, suppressing a giggle.

"I'll probably just get a Katsudon!!!" she told him as their waiter was returning with the drink. He brought a little shot glass that was filled with some of the drink. (Y/N) thanked him before telling him their orders. they agreed that Kirishima would get the meal normal sized and they'd just take whatever he didn't eat to go. Soon they were enjoying some of the best food they had ever had.

Surprisingly Kirishima had managed to eat an entire kabob, but given the fact that he was a human vacuum, it didn't startle her too much.

After dinner they went for a walk, making their way down the streets of the area, more wandering about rather than having a set goal in mind. "Today's been really crazy..." The hero in training commented with a laugh as she waltzed one of the area's public park walkways with her boyfriend perched behind her ear. He liked the spot as it was more secure than just sitting on her shoulder and he got to mess with her hair. "But very manly!!" He added, braiding a couple strands. "Yeah!! It has!!" She agreed as they made their way back to the station. As they walked, (Y/N) spotted an ice cream cart. "Ooo!! Hey, wanna get a quick treat before we head back to the dorms?!" She asked him, feeling as he quickly stood, gripping onto some of her hair for balance.

"YES!" "OW,OW,OW,OW,OW!! KIRI THAT HURTS!!" "Agh-!! S-Sorry!!" he quickly apologized, letting go, therefore losing his balance and quickly falling. "Woah!!" "Eijiro!!!" Atashame caught him before he hit the pavement, "Jeez...." She muttered, taking a slow breath after the heart attack she had just received. "Y-You ok?!" She asked, pressing a hand to her chest as if to calm her heart beat and breathing. He just nodded, giving her another shaky smile like before. "Well I'm just glad you're alright..." She sighed before lifting him up to her face and planting a kiss on his small, soft head. He blushed and smiled radiantly as she pulled away, leaning up to return the gesture on her large nose, causing her heart to flutter. He was just so sweet and precious, and huggable, and squishy, and soft, and adorable, and fluffy, and ahhhhhhhh~~~~ (Y/N) couldn't help but think to herself, subconsciously squealing and hugging him to her cheek, lost in her own thoughts. "Ack- don't crush me!!" Kirishima laughed as he hugged her back.

She finally pulled away, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself!!" her tiny boyfriend grinned mischievously before jumping from her hand to sit on her nose and better hug her face. "Hey, I wasn't done hugging you!!" he half pouted, earning another soft giggly squeal from his giant girlfriend. "Ok, now Im satisfied!! You give very manly face hugs." He declared proudly, grabbing the hair atop her head to pull himself up her face. "Ow! Eijiro I just told you that hurts!!" She flinched, hovering her hands just below him as if for him to jump down but he ignored her, eventually climbing up and onto her head where he sat proudly. "Sorry, but I really wanted to try siting here!!" He told her as she could only smile at his silly antics.

"Alright what flavor?!" She asked him as she walked over to the cart. "hmmm.... How about fudge and vanilla!" He suggested, "Really?? Just fudge and vanilla??" She laughed, "Yeah!! Its a classic!!" He complained back, slightly put out by her silent judgement. "ok, ok, that's a good point, I will admit." She gave in as they came up on the cart.

"Could I get a soft serve mix of fudge and vanilla??" (Y/N) asked the man as he served them up in a small paper cup. He nodded and handed her the soft frozen treat, not really noticing the tiny man on her head at first before taking a double take as the two walked off to find a park bench to sit on.

They soon came up on a decent bench, and (Y/N) sat down carefully as to not knock the itty bitty shark off her head. "Alright!" She grinned eagerly, "Ready??" She asked him, feeling the pitter patter of tiny hands and feet crawling toward the front of her head. "HECK YEAH!!!" He cheered, just as excited, if not then more. "Catch!!!!" He yelled taking yet his third leap of faith. "DUDE!!! STOP JUMPING!!!" she cried in surprise as his tiny little form went hurdling from above yet again.

Kirishima just laughed wildly as the soft, warm cushion of his beloved girlfriend's delicate hands caught him, cupping up around him protectively. "No more. I revoke your rights!! You keep giving me heart attacks!!!" (Y/N) scolded, completely cupping her hands around his tiny warm body. "Wha-!? Hey!!!" He squawked, trying to press against her hands in retaliation, "You can't do that!!" He protested, squirming around trying various different ways to wiggle his way out of her grasp. "Well I just did!!" She quickly shot back before she was startled by something warm and wet running itself across her fingers. "A- ARE YOU LICKING ME!?" She asked in loud disbelief, hands flinching for a brief moment to lessen her grip on the tiny man-child who stopped briefly as a chorus of tiny, mischievous giggles came muffled from her cupped hands. "SO UNCOOL!!" She added before a sharp needle-like pricking registered with her. "DID YOU JUST BITE ME!?" She cried again, this time hesitating in her grasp just enough for him to poke his head and arms out. He was a laughing mess.

Much like a worm he continued to wriggle through her fingers. "Oh no you don't Mr!!!" She scoffed, reaching a second hand to grab him, just his arms and the topmost parts of his fluffy red hair poking out of the top of her fist, just his legs kicking wildly as he refused to yield. "Ha! Gatcha!!!" (Y/N) spoke too soon when he began to plant his feet against the base of her fist and he slide out of her hand, slipping out of his shirt too in the process.

And now she had a tiny, shirtless boyfriend running across her lap and the park bench as she tried desperately to stop him.

Oh brother.

"Kirishimaaaa~~~" The girl whined, grabbing him by the ankle and quickly bringing him up to be eye level with her as she glared at him. "What do you have to say for yourself??" She asked as he tried desperately to atop laughing, "You're beautiful and that was awesome!!!" He finally answered, tears running up his face from laughing so hard and being held upside down by his foot. (Y/N) couldn't stay even remotely put out if she wanted too and soon she too was laughing as she set him back down on her knee, planting a loving kiss on his head again. "So are we gonna eat this or are we just gonna let it melt??" She finally inquired, still grinning at him as he caught his breath.

Smiling his wide, toothy smile, he finally nodded in response. "Yes!!" He added a vocal reply, still quite excited from their little wrestling thing. "You wanna try it first??" She asked, scooping a small amount of the frozen dessert out of the cup. Kirishima nodded, reaching for the large spoon, leaning to take a bite off of it before (Y/N) moved the spoon forward so he'd be able to reach better from where he was. And so, The tiny red head got a face full of cream.

"OOP-" (Y/N) exclaimed as she accidentally shoved the sweet into his face. Kirishima popped is head out of the large spoonful, taking a moment to process what had just happened. "PPFFFFTttttttt-!!" The girl was soon lost in laughter over the sight of his stuned face completely slathered in gelato. "Um, I think you have a little something-" She tried to manage through her laughs.

Eijiro finally grinned, starting to laugh with her, "Maybe I should hold the spoon." He told her, wiping the ice cream from his face and onto his hands, and then into his mouth. "Its good though!" He piped up again through a full mouth. (Y/N) finally calmed herself, grabbing a napkin that they had also received from the vendor. "Here let me help." She offered, using the paper cloth to gently wipe and clean his face. "Better?" "Yeah thanks man!"

(Y/N) Then tucked away the napkin and they were able to enjoy the rest of the treat, taking turns taking bites, Kirishima at one point or another got his revenge, slapping a dollop of the treat onto her face. "Eijiro!" She exclaimed as he chuckled. The rest of the walk went nicely after they were able to sufficiently clean sticky hands.

After another warm pocket ride on the train, they walked to the dorms, both happy but tired from the long day. It was late when they got back as well, meaning it was dark and they were both feeling sleepy. Walking into the dorm building, they were met by friends who were eager to hear about the date, tease, and poke fun at the couple.

"Hey Eijiro?? Do you want me to just drop you off in your room??" (Y/N) asked after they were away from the others. Her minuscule boyfriend bit his lip seeming unsure. "Well... I don't really want to be alone while I'm this size..." He admitted, "Could-... Could i maybe stay with you for the night??" He asked her sheepishly, a bright pink glow lighting his features like a lantern. His girlfriend could only smile, her heart swelling in her chest, "Of course Baby!" She comforted, and began heading back to her room.

After opening the door, (Y/N) very gently set the little man down on her bed before grabbing a pair of folded clothes off her dresser, "Here, get comfy!! Im going to go change." She told him before heading into the bathroom.

After she left, Kirishima bee-lined for the large fluffy pillow, jumping on it and sinking into its mushy surface, feeling very warm and secure as it smelled strongly of (Y/N), by far his favorite smell in the world. The bathroom lock soon after clicked and his girlfriend came out, dressed in modest, simple pajamas, a white top and light blue shorts. She looked around trying to find where he had gone before she noticed the tiny lump sprawled across her pillow. Letting a soft giggle escape, she crept quietly toward the bed, pulling herself onto it without disturbing him. She then promptly lied down, gently burying her face into the pillow, nuzzling the tiny man with her nose and forehead. Kirishima gives a soft "oof-" at this, startling him awake from his nodding off. (Y/N) rests the weight of her head on the pillow, still hugging it to her face, tiredly kissing Kiri's belly as it’s the closest thing to her lips. She then let a warm, airy sigh of exhaustion escape and wash over the little body, ruffling the clothes a little, mindful that the breeze isn’t in his face.

The little shark is delighted and surprised by the sleepy snuggles. He hugs the giantess's nose and kisses the closest spot he can reach, between her eyebrows, which he then begins to massage in a satisfying circular motion, hoping to coax the muscles into a softer expression and ease any tension there.

With a small smile curling at her lips, (Y/N) continues to plant very slow, gradual kisses on her little boyfriend's entire torso along with the side of his face, pausing now and then, almost as if she'd fall asleep with her lips on him and her face half atop the tiny.

With a tender expression of his own, Eijiro caresses the girl's nose and cheeks all the while, enjoying the love and attention. He felt like if they were the same size right then, (Y/N)’s head would be buried in his chest, and he would be petting her soft, well kept hair. He had to admit that it was strange to be the comforting bed for a giant, but still, he loved it. He noticed the giantess dozing off and his little beaming grin grew. It really had been a long day especially with the fun they had had, and snuggling sounded very very inviting.

(Y/N) was almost asleep when she felt his tiny hand pat her face, signaling her to let him out from under her face. "Mmmm- Sorry..." She giggled groggily, letting him scurry out from underneath her. the two then carefully situated themselves with (Y/N) on her side, curled around her tiny man who hugged to her large warm body.

(Y/N) had slept very soundly throughout the entirety of the night, and when she awoke, it was to the very soft warm golden glow of the sun stretching itself into the room through closed blinds. The sleepy girl didn't quite remember closing the blinds last night. As her eyes gently fluttered open, it came to her attention that Kirishima was not a tiny little bean anymore, but very much his normal hight as he wrapped himself around her. A bright blush that rivaled the color of her man's hair blossomed on her cheeks, ears, neck, and tops of her shoulders. She looked up at his peaceful face as he held her close in a spooning position, her being the little spoon. (Y/N) then noted that he had her sweats on, but remained shirtless, his body like a human heater. She smiled to herself and snuggled close to him.

Truly one of the best days ever.

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A request for: Sunshine

i had a lot of fun writing this!!! Thank you to WinterKlover for being my beta reader and helping me sort my story to its finest!!!!! Keep up the cute requests!!! Ill be working on them as much as I can!!!! ____________________

Up next: ( ∆ requested, Ω inspiration)

∆~ Bakugo x tiny YN - Hot Pocket

∆~ Giant deku x YN - Baby Bird

∆~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - Dynamight!? More like Firecracker!!!

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - The Crown Jewel

Ω~ Shoto x Tiny YN - Baby It's Cold Outside

Ω~ Tiny Deku x YN - Hickery Dickery Dock

Ω~ Bakugo x Tiny YN - Pest Control is For Pests

Ω~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - The Prize Fish

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - Baby Shark

Ω~ Giant Kirishima x YN - The Big Bad Wolf

Ω~ Tiny Deku x YN - Peter Rabbit

Ω~ Tiny Bakugo x YN - He's A Pop-Rockin Pixie ___________________

let me know if you guys want some of these sooner than others, right now they are in the order of request and then inspiration. Requests willl come before inspiration.

This is my art please do not trace or repost without my permission. feel free to reblog though, id appreciate that!!

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writing-freak · 5 years ago

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BNHA Soulmate AU Week Day 2: The Red String of Fate

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Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

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A/N: It’s officially day 2 of my BNHA Soulmate AU Week!! Today's fic, featuring this cutie pie, is a red string of fate au, where Tamaki, Reader’s shy soulmate, keeps running away, making the string longer each time. I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you guys like this one too! Remember, I’m taking soulmate au headcannon and imagine requests for BNHA characters in addition to the 5 other pics I have planned for this week! So stay tuned, tomorrow we have one where you can’t see the soulmate’s eye color until you see them, with my very favorite boy, Iida! If you want to be added to this week’s taglist, or have a request, let me know! Thanks for reading!! :))

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You learned to hate the red string hanging off your right pinky finger from a very young age.

For while the string always went through walls, passing through everything solid and everyone in its path, it never seemed to want to leave you alone, and you found yourself tangled in it through every part of your day.

You woke up tangled in the string, with it wrapped around your shoulders and your waist as you tossed and turned during the night. When you brushed your hair, it got caught on your ear, when you ate, you had to be careful not to eat it too. You tripped on it out in the streets, your foot caught on it in the hallways at school.

You hated the string so much that one day you decided to cut it. But of course, like with everyone else, the scissors slipped right through the red string, unable to make contact.

When you first really noticed the red string, enough for you to understand what it meant, it freaked you out that no one could see it. It almost had you convinced it didn’t exist, that it was a part of your imagination, an adventure just for you.

When your mother sat you down and explained that everyone had one, that it led you to your soulmate, you realized that you had kind of been right, in a way. It was your own little adventure, one that you would go on one day.

And it wasn’t as if you didn’t try to go on that adventure. The red string led you out of your home, into crowded streets, in front of passing cars. You had been saved one too many times by a lucky hero for your parents to let you out of their sight until you were nearly in high school.

And by then it didn’t matter anyway, since you hated the string, and would never use it for your own adventure. The person on the other end of it intrigued you, but the string itself, it was your enemy, keeping you from them. You didn’t need its help. You would find your soulmate on your own.

So despite your intense hatred of the red string on your pinky, and its inability to leave you alone, you didn’t think about soulmates all too often. That is, of course, until you met yours.

You were dozing in class when you first noticed the string moving. The only reason you noticed in your tired state was because the string had previously been stuck beneath your foot (of course), and when it shifted, it lifted your foot from the ground.

Then, to your amazement, the string rose off the ground, higher and higher, until there was a clear straight line between you, and a boy you didn’t recognize, with dark hair that covered his eyes, who had just walked in your class.

Your mouth dropped wide open, but it seemed as if your soulmate hadn’t noticed the string yet. Instead, to your confusion, he was hiding his face in the nearest wall.

“L/N,” Aizawa said lazily, “Is there anything you were hoping to say to the big three?”

But you couldn’t answer, and instead, you stood up, and reached your other hand over to tug on the string.

The boy’s whole hand yanked up, and he finally turned away from the wall, your eyes meeting for the first time across the classroom. But his eyes went wide in fear, and before you could say anything, he was off, running out of the classroom faster than you could even think to ask his name. The red string tied to your finger sunk back to the ground as he slammed the door behind him, and everyone’s eyes went to you.

Your face heated in embarrassment, and still nearly shaking from shock, you sunk back in your seat. The two other students at the front of the class that had entered with your soulmate looked as surprised as you felt.

“Tamaki,” the blond one said, sighing deeply. He eyed you curiously, and you tried your best to hide your face in your hands.

Tamaki, you thought. Who was this Tamaki, and why did he run away?

After class, and hearing from the “big three”, minus the one that happened to be the supposed love of your life, you raced after the other two in the hallway, Nejire Hado, and Mirio Togata.

“Mirio!” you called. “Nejire!”

Despite the fact that the blond haired boy seemed much more outgoing and forward than the others in the short introduction you had had earlier, it was Nejire who turned around, with a smile on her face, and approached you.

“Y/N, right?” she asked as you caught up to her, leading you down the hall and off to the side, away from the crowds. You nodded, tugging at the string on your finger subconsciously.

“And that was Tamaki?” you asked, testing the boy’s name out on your tongue. It felt strangely familiar, as if you had been meant to say it your whole life. You guessed that was probably an accurate description; you were fated together with the boy, after all.

Nejire sighed. “As happy as I am that Tamaki found his soulmate so soon, and it seems to be a lovely person,” she smiled at you, “I’m afraid my friend is often very fearful. I’d imagine he’s quite freaked out at the moment.”

“I didn’t mean to scare him,” you protested, worry crossing over your face. “I’d just like to talk to him - would you be able to introduce us?”

But from the look on Nejire’s face, you could tell she wasn’t going to do that. “I would love for you to meet Amajiki, and for you guys to fall in love and spend the rest of your lives together. But that’s going to have to be on his own time.” It looked as if it were painful for her to tell you this. “Look, I am so sorry. I can’t imagine knowing your soulmate is right there, and not being able to do anything about it. But trust me; I know Amajiki.” She put a comforting hand on your arm. “And I know one day, you’ll know him too, and you’ll understand.”

And with that, she left, leaving you gaping after her.

You gave your soulmate three days. Three days to process, three days to have some space. And then you went off looking for him.

You spent all of your free time following the string. During lunch, your break during training, the hour you usually spent on homework before dinner. It never took you long; he wasn’t nearly as far away as you had always imagined. But no matter how close you got, how short the string shrunk in your hands, Tamaki always ran away, taking his string with him.

For the next week, the distance between you and your soulmate grew smaller, and then bigger, and then smaller, and then bigger. As you chased him everywhere, depending so strongly on the string you had grown to hate, he reinforced your hatred in it. The further away he was, the longer it got, the more you tripped and got tangled in red.

But this time, your stubbornness won out over the string. For this time, it was not an endless adventure that you would spend the rest of your life following. This time, the end was in sight, and you were not going to give up until you reached it.

You both knew that one day you were bound to catch him, and perhaps that was why it ended up happening sooner than you expected, with Tamaki giving up too easily one day when you had him cornered in an empty hall.

“Tamaki,” you sighed, out of breath. “Can I please just-”

“I-I’m sorry!” the older boy nearly yelled, bowing his head as you looked at him in shock. “I’m sorry I keep running away! I just can’t-”

“Tamaki, it’s okay,” you reassured, speaking softly to comfort the boy. This close to him, it was as if you could sense all of the tension in his body, everything in him wanting nothing more than to run away, far away. And everything in you was telling you to keep that from happening, in whatever way you could. “I understand.” When Tamaki met your eyes at this statement, you could see the initial hesitancy to believe you. But you did understand, on some level that made no sense to either of you, and as his eyes softened, you realized that he could sense this too.

“I’m sorry,” he said, softer this time. You nodded your head.

“I don’t mind taking things slowly,” you said, and he peered up at you beneath his long hair. You laughed a little. “We’re soulmates, we have all the time in the world! I just want to start somewhere. In all honesty,” you admitted, “I’m just sick and tired of tripping over this string everywhere I go. It would be nice to have a little break from that.” You tilted your head to the side, grateful that you still held eye contact with the boy in front of you. “So can I introduce myself? I’m y/n.”

You saw the slightest smile creeping onto Tamaki’s face. “Amajiki,” he answered, and you beamed back.

“Amajiki,” you tested, “can I accompany you to lunch? We can eat with your friends, they seem nice! Honestly, I just don’t think I can handle another cafeteria break where I trip and land with my face in my tray of food.”

Tamaki let out a small laugh, and then proceeded to hide his face in his hands from the growing blush on his cheeks. But your heart fluttered at the sound, one of the most angelic laughs you’d ever heard. And you had caused it. Your smile grew wider.

Despite his embarrassment, Tamaki did agree to accompany you to lunch, provided it be with the other big three. As you walked through the halls, your hands so close to one another, you didn’t have to worry about watching your feet. Instead, you were preoccupied with your overwhelming desire to hug the boy next to you, to celebrate the day you finally meant the one you were meant to be with.

But Tamaki needed time, and you were more than willing to give it to him. You would give him all the time in the world. When you felt a light bump to your hand, and looked down to see Tamaki’s pinky finger intertwining with yours, you realized you might not need as much time as you thought.

You walked through the halls, holding pinkies, not hands, and the red string hanging off your fingers was no more, the distance between you nonexistent. And in that moment, you knew you had been wrong before. For while the red string had an end, and you had finally reached it, you knew following Tamaki would be an endless adventure, one you’d gladly follow for the rest of your life.

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dissident-vedder · 4 years ago

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- the christmas miracle ( 𝐒.𝐆. )

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tears pricked at the back of your eyes. here you were, two weeks away from christmas, and still no presents, no decorations, and very little food to even last this week. nina, your six-year-old daughter, kept asking about why christmas hasn’t come yet to your house, but how were you gonna tell her that you were struggling to buy food alone? it seemed like everyone in your apartment building knew of your financial status. they eyed you sadly as you walked down the hallways, making your way to work your one of two jobs, dark undereye bags staining the once skin-toned flesh, nina constantly wondering why you were working and no longer spending time with her as much as you used to.

“i’m here to pick up nina,” you told him. “i’m her mom, mrs. gossard takes care of her in the afternoons.”

“oh!” he smiles at you, “you’re ms. [y/l/n], right?”

“yes, i am!” you smile back.

“come in, she got tired and is taking a nap in the living room,” he opens the door, stepping aside to let you walk in, taking in the pastel pink walls and white wicker furniture. “i’m stone, by the way. i’m mary’s son.”

“you’re the one she always talks about!” you brightly smile at him, causing him to blush lightly, sheepishly bowing his head. “she’s really proud of you, you know.”

“she’s always like that with her children,” stone laughs lightly, scratching the back of his neck. the pale color of his skin complimented his eyes, making them appear brighter in the white light of his mother’s living room.

“mama?” nina’s soft voice called from the couch. her small fist rubbed roughly against her eyelids, rubbing the sleep out of them as she pushed her upper body up to a sitting position. “hi,” you replied tenderly, making your way to her, her arms stretching out to allow you to pick her up easily. she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist, burying her head into the side of your neck, sighing gingerly, taking in the scent of the perfume you always wore. you turned back to stone, “is your mom home?” you pulled a small wad of money from your pocket, wanting to pay her for taking care of nina for however long she has been taking care of her for. “i’d like to give her this.” you pushed it towards stone, who gently put his hand over yours, pushing it back towards you.

“my mom won’t take your money,” he smiled delicately. “she understands, don’t worry about it.”

“but -”

“no buts,” he shook his head, making his way into the kitchen, picking up the platter from the counter. “she also wanted me to give you this, if you came over while she was at her doctor’s appointment.”

“thank you,” you freed one of your hands from nina, planning to take the glassware from him.

“no,” he puts it back down on the counter again, hands outstretched to take nina. “i’ll help you take it home.” he smiles softly again. swapping nina for the pie plate, moving towards the door, eyeing nina as she rested her head on stone’s shoulder. her faint snores restarted, causing the man’s heart to slowly turn to mush as he rested his cheek on her head. your heart swelled, opening the door to his mom’s apartment. nina’s estranged father was never in the picture, and seeing a strange man cuddle her softly to his chest as he helped you really brought both sadness and want into your heart.

you wanted nina to experience what having a father was like, but you barely had time for her, let alone another person. you walk to your apartment in silence, fearful that nina would wake up from her nap if you were too loud for her liking; she was always a light sleeper, something she gained from her dad, who was always sleeping with one eye open. you always wondered why, seeing that the neighborhood the two of you lived in was relatively safe.

most of seattle was.

taking your key and unlocking your door, you lead stone to nina’s room, the princess themed bedspread thrown haphazardly across her bed, a few barbies and kens laying about the floor in front of her dresser. he gingerly placed her down, unbuckling her jeans and pulling them down her legs before moving the bedspread to cover her up to her chin. you smiled at the sight before going to the kitchen, placing down the pie plate on the counter next to your stove. the sound of heavy steps alerted you of his presence, “i have to go, it’s almost the end of my mom’s appointment and i had to drive her down there.”

“alright,” you told him. “thank you for helping me with nina, i appreciate it.”

“no problem, it was a nice break from the music business,” he beams, chuckling a little. “well, hopefully i’ll see you later!” he waves at you before walking away, opening the door to your apartment.

“hopefully,” you hugged your arms around yourself.

you had noticed a piece of paper on nina’s nighttable, and upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was stone’s phone number with a messily scrawled, “call me :).”

you did, the next day, and since then the two of you spoke and laughed at his jokes, him telling you stories of his childhood, his adventures across the world, the stress of being in a famous band. you feared telling him of your financial struggles and the struggle of trying to make enough money to get nina some presents. however, what you did not know, was that mary had told him of your problems and his plan to help you out with it.

it was the night of christmas eve, and nina had fallen asleep after throwing a small crying fit, wondering how 1. santa was going to be able to come to your home since it was in an apartment building (this was an ongoing thing for the past three years) and 2. why the christmas tree still wasn’t up. “he’s not going to come here if he can’t see the tree!” she cried, letting you hold her close, rubbing the back of her head as you calmed her down.

sitting in your living room with a book on your lap, your heart continued to beat wildly against your chest. you bought her very few things, most of which were small and it would make her a little disappointed, and at the same time break you heart as she would go back to school and talk about how the other kids got bigger and better things.

a small knock on your door caused you to freeze, eyes wide as you thought of what could happen. a burglar waiting for you to be dumb and open the door? mary coming over to bring some food? all bad thoughts crossed your mind until you heard, “it’s stone!” coming from the outside.

what was stone doing here at. . . you glanced at the clock in the kitchen, 4 in the morning? you put down the book, upside down as to keep your spot, and made your way to the door, still confused at why he was here. you unlocked the door and when you saw the christmas tree box - amongst other things - sitting at his feet, you gasped. “what is this, stone?”

“it’s for you and nina,” he smiled. “now, come on, it’s cold.” the two of you laughed, taking the time to pick up the boxes and transferring them into the warmth of your apartment, and as each box came in, you noticed that a few were already wrapped and ready to be placed under the christmas tree, one of which was wrapped in a different paper than the others. stone noticed you looking at it. “it’s for you.”

it took the two of you half an hour to put up the tree and place the presents underneath, and once it was done, you were able to fall asleep peacefully, you and stone passing out on the cushions of your sofa. “mama!” nina’s cries pierced through the thick veils of sleep and woke you and stone up. “santa came!” you peered at her through your eyelashes, seeing her angelic face brighten up as she saw the many presents placed at the bottom of the lit tree.

“open them,” you insisted, trying to sit up with some difficulty, soon noticing stone’s head resting against your stomach, arms wrapped lazily around your middle. you haven’t seen her this happy, you noted, hand making its way into stone’s hair, gently rubbing his scalp. he hums softly, watching the girl tear through the first box, a high-pitched squeal leaving her lips as she realizes it’s the victorian purple barbie house she’s been pestering you for months and something you complained to stone about.

“nina,” you caught her attention, “can you give me that box, please? it has my name on it.” you caught the neatly scrawled [y/n] on the top. she snatches up from the floor, running over to you, placing it in your outstretched hand before going back to her own. “what is this, stone?”

“open it,” he nods to it.

you tear the paper, letting the pieces drop to the floor, seeing a flat velvet box come into view. written on top of it was ‘gucci’. opening it, an aged gold butterfly necklace stares back at you from the confines of the white cardboard interior, and peaking from behind it, a gold-colored debit card sat. “it currently has a few thousand dollars in it,” stone informs you. “and it’s attached to my bank acount, as well, so now you and nina are dependents.”

“stone, i can’t take this,” you begin to protest.

“why not?” he picked himself up from your stomach, glacing at you from above. “it’s my money and i get to choose what i want to do with it. and i want to help you and nina. there’s only one condition.”

“and what’s that?”

taking a short glance towards your daughter, who was too busy tearing open the last few of her presents, he lowers himself against you, face turning towards yours before he presses his lips softly on yours. “just be my girlfriend. that’s all i ask.”

you nod. “always.”

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rezdogsyonder · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki and reader have to tell Fury about what happened and deal with the consequences.

Warnings: smut like right off the bat, over simulation, choking, cockwarming, hair pulling, magic against the reader,

A/N: this is unfinished and will remain unfinished because I am leaving tumblr and will not be coming back. If someone were to want to continue this they are allowed to do so.

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You woke up feeling more exhausted than anything, you wanted to slip back into unconsciousness, but are unable to due to a growing headache. You groan in response to it getting worse before you feel something cold pressed to your forehead and you feel a bit at ease. A haze falling over you, that you can’t quite comprehend.

You are so glad for having days off after parties, it sorta became a customary rule made by Tony since him and most of the team were getting trashed at pretty much every gathering.

A dull throbbing between your legs becomes more apparent and you are forced into forming a coherent thought. The first thing to your mind is your actions from last night, the drinking, the library, and oh god... Loki. The reason for the throbbing between your legs, the reason you are a little sore. You’re glad for your enhanced healing, and hope the rest of this uncomfortable feeling goes away within the next few hours. But you have higher priorities right now.

Loki. Who is still nestled deeply inside of you. Who you seemed to have stirred awake with your moans and groans of waking up. Your wiggling probably didn’t help the situation either.

“Mmm... my love, how did you sleep?” He asked in a low morning voice. How can he sound so sexy at a time like this? He removed his had from your forehead and you whimper lightly at the loss of relief.

“Oh?” You yawned, “really good, and it might be thanks to a certain god.” You smiled into his neck. You’re still straddling him, and he seems to be waking up, from what you feel down there, you’re waking up too.

“It seems like you slept good. No?” You lean up to look at him, he kneeds your ass cheeks before stealing a kiss.

“Indeed.” As quick as his sentence was over, he had you flipped onto your back. He was most definitely hard again, there is no doubt about it. You’re already turned on already which doesn’t seem possible. The shift causing him to slip deeper inside of you. You cuss, and bite your lip.

“You like that love?” His hand reaching up lazily to rest upon your throat, light squeezes coming from his fingers. “You like having my cock in your sweet cunt all night? Hmm?”

He slowly pulls out till he has just the tip in your entrance, and he pushes back in excruciatingly slow. You feel every. Single. Vein.

You nod while moaning, grabbing the back of his neck to bring him down and kiss you. Tongues battling for dominance. You then rake your nails down his back. You realize that he must like this, because he arches his back and groans into your mouth when you do this.

It is the hottest thing when you are able to see when you do something that brings him pleasure. His low growl, the way he breaks the kiss to look at you with hooded eyes. All while he’s still torturing you with his cock.

“Loki... please.” You pant. “I need you to go faster. Please. I need you.” You plead with him,

“As you wish,” and his pace began to pick up, the sound of skin on skin ringing throughout the room. His hands reaches down and is fondling your breasts, mouth on your nipple expertly drawing moans out of you.

Your hands are everywhere, just trying to pull him closer than he already is. Which isn’t really possible. Pulling at his waist, before tracing up to his shoulders, then to his neck. One hand reaching up and into his hair, pulling lightly but just enough to get him to look at you. He growled at the sensation, and he sped up again.

“Oh you really do have a way of testing me, my love.” He claimed your lips with his own while his hands bring your knees to rest over his shoulders. The new angle makes him rub against that spot that has you incoherent and seeing stars. Your eyes roll back and Loki begins kissing up your neck.

“Do you belong to me?” He whispered in your ear before sucking onto your sweet spot.

“Yes.” Drawing out the word with a long moan.

“Who do you belong to? Tell me.”

“You... Loki. I belong t-to you.”

“That’s right. You’re mine.” He’s reaches down and begins rubbing circles into your clit. Pleasure building, you arch your back, that coil in your belly winding tight but you’re not quite there yet. You grind into him, chasing that peak.

“Cum for me darling.” That was it. All you needed was his voice to push you over the edge. You clench around him, and the moan you draw out of him is the most beautiful thing you can hear at that moment.

He fucked you through your orgasm keeping the steady rhythm, and you’re not coming back down. He’s still rubbing tight circles on your clit. At first it was feeling like heaven, but now it has tears running down your face. Your fingernails going down his back. Your moans enough to rival a porn star.

“Gods, you look beautiful right now,” he slowed, just enough for you to calm down. “Come on love, I know you have another in you.” He flipped you onto your belly and quickly thrusted back into you. He held your hips forcing your ass to stick in the air while your face is in the sheets. He is already beginning a punishing pace.

“Oh god, Loki... I can’t.” Your voice is slightly muffled, his fingers encircling your throat, pulling you back flush against him. He is rutting into you in a steady, unforgiving, rhythm.

“Yes, you can and you will.”

You turn your head to kiss him, a hand coming up to hold his head. This orgasm sneaking on you, you were brought to the edge immediately. You moan against his mouth and he gladly swallows it up.

He works you through this one as well, and it isn’t as intense but it is no shorter than the last one, but he doesn’t seem to be slowing down. Only speeding up. You feel him twitch within you, he’s close, chasing his own relief.

“Beg for me, beg for my seed. Tell me what you want.”

“Please Loki. Please cum in me. I need you.” Three more thrusts and a warmth fills you and you are able yo come down from the ridiculous high Loki brought you into. He peppers your neck with kisses and you hum with delight. The haze had left, but with every kiss that makes contact with your skin, it is slowly coming back.

“Well, good morning.” You smiled, and brought him in for a kiss. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking for entrance once again, slowly mapping out your mouth before pulling away slightly. Dragging your bottom lip out with his teeth.

“Hmm, that it is.” Fingers lightly grazing over your skin before he firmly grabs your hips, he slowly pulls himself out of you while he sucks another mark into your shoulder. You let out a low whine, not liking the emptiness.

He steps off the bed tenderly holding your hand, “Come love, let us bathe together.” You smiled again, eager to continue in the shower.

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The shower was spent exactly as you would expect it would. But you are clean nonetheless. Dressed professionally to go admit the most unprofessional thing you could do. Fury is going to be livid. Or he’ll make fun of you two in front of the whole building. The former is actually preferable.

Loki, the lucky bastard, used magic to get himself ready. One snap and he was dressed and ready for what came next, and he just sat back and watched you do everything you needed. A comfortable silence over the two of you. You finish up your face with a nice red lipstick before you look down and see hickeys all over your neck.

You grab some foundation to attempt to hide the bruises all around your neck and using color corrector over each one. Why they are still not healed you have no idea. Though they will be gone by dinner, so you can’t really complain. You remember a time when you had to cover them for days.

“Why do you hide them?” He walked to wear you were sitting, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“I don’t want to give Fury another thing to scold us over.” You feel his hand on your neck, the gesture becoming natural feeling, and he tilts your chin back and kisses your forehead. The kiss sends tingles down to your neck, a cool buzz resting there.

“There, now only my eyes can see them.” You look down to see that he’s right, you can see in the mirror that there is nothing marring your skin.

“Whoa, okay.” You shove your brush into your makeup bag, feeling a little sick to your stomach. Taking one last look in the mirror, you’re wearing a black blazer with a white tank underneath and black fitted slacks and black stilettos. Not there same ones as last night though, you can’t seem to find them and you can only hope that they weren’t left anywhere obvious.

You two go to leave your room but you stop him. “Wait,” you hold his arm before he is able to turn the doorknob. “What if we can’t be together? It’s not going to be the same when we leave this room.”

“We’ll find a way darling.” He interlaced his fingers with yours and he placed a kiss on your cheek. Turning the knob you two begin to make your way to the main floor of the Avengers workplace.

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You got to his office when he was out, it was a bit of a relief and somehow made it a little worse. His assistant telling you to just wait in his office, and you’re practically jumping out of your skin. It’s even worse since you can’t even sit next to Loki.

It seems Fury knew somehow and put the seats just barely out of reach of each other. Meanwhile Loki was trying to get you to calm down, telling you a story of him and Thor when they were younger.

“—I do not know how he is able to sense me, even when I am a snake, but it ruined the trick I had for him. Since I haven’t done anything to him in the past 80 years I shall—“ he couldn’t finish his story when the door is swung open in a harsh manner.

“Son of a bitch.” Fury chuckled. “Son of a bitch!” He crossed the room to sit at his desk. An uncomfortable tension falling over the room when he just sits there staring at the two of you.

“You could not keep it in your pants for one day? I expected more from you L/N, maybe not from him, but you?” You look down, feeling as though you’ve gotten in trouble and sent to the principles office.

“With all due respect sir,” you gulped, trying to look him in the eye, “it wasn’t planned. At all.”

“I know it wasn’t planned smart ass, but there are rules. Regulations you have to abide by. You can’t just think that you’re exempt just because you’re a fan favorite,” he gestured to you. “Or a newbie, and by the way, great first day.” Fury smiled sarcastically.

“Why thank you sir,” Loki said in a slightly monotone voice, clearly not bothered at all, “the reason Y/N and I came here today was to tell you of our flout of the afformentioned policy, we realized our mistake, and came straight to you, and I don’t know why you would make such a rule but it is quite ignorant. If you are going to get mad at anyone it should be me, I am the one who pursued Y/N. Not the other way around. I would like to also tell you that I am going to continue pursuing Miss L/N, whether you give me permission or not.”

You had no idea what to say, Loki had said it all, and a little extra. You would never have spoken to Fury that way. You look from Loki back to him and he looks pleasantly surprised.

“Okay.” Fury touched his fingers together and leans back in his chair, a faint smirk resting on his face.

“Okay?” Now you were the one who is surprised. You look to Loki who is also looking slightly confused.

“Okay,” he confirmed, “anybody who is willing to talk to me like that has some balls, and with that you have gained some of my respect. Now leave before I change my mind.”

“Thank you sir.” You quickly made your way out the door, dragging Loki behind you. You’re relieved he isn’t mad, and that there isn’t really any punishment, but the uneasy feeling in your stomach is still there.

Upon arriving in the elevator you press the floor for the tower common area, which had all the rooms on it. As soon as the doors closed Loki was wrapping his arms around you and picked you up twirling you. A small gasp and a squeak escaping your lips.

“See my dear? There was no reason to fret over Fury.” He’s smiling up at you before slowly letting you slide down to let your feet touch the ground. “So now that we have the blessing of Fury, will you be mine?”

The unease is washed away, and another haze comes over you, like a veil. “...Y-yes, of course.”

He grabs your face and brings your lips together in a loving, sweet kiss. Not as intense as his earlier kisses, but you still feel that electricity. Your hands move from his shoulders the left one coming down to rest on his chest, the right going up to the nape of his neck. The kiss slowly becoming more heated, and you want to keep pulling him closer. Too preoccupied with each other you two don’t notice when the elevator door opens and—

“Whoa, what the Fuck?” Sam averted his eyes dramatically, causing you to roll yours.

“Shut it Wilson.” You separates yourself from Loki and walk past him. Loki following close behind.

“Whoa-ho-ho! Y/N and Loki sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Sam laughs as the doors close slowly. Too slow for your taste.

“I imagine the rest of the reactions will be of the same nature.” Loki smirked behind you.

“Ugh, god I hope not, but probably.” You keep walking till you get to the kitchen area. “You want breakfast?” You turn to look at him as you put an apron on.

“Yes that would be wonderful. I haven’t had a Midgardian breakfast.”

“Oh really, what did you guys have on Asgard?” You pull out your ingredients and start the stove.

“Dagveror the day meal, and Nattveror the night meal. Both were filled with copious amounts of meat, wine, and fruits.” As he’s talking you mix everything to make the batter.

“Oh well, we have pancakes!” Holding up your bowl. You bring it to the now heated stove, expertly pouring a perfect circle, and heading to the fridge for the many fruits that are always there. Turning around you bump into Loki’s chest.

“That sounds delightful, but I can think of something else I would rather ravish.” His eyes roaming all over you. You can’t do anything now that you’re in his hold, he places his forehead on yours and you close your eyes.

Your lips finally touch, slowly moving together, his tongue moving over your bottom lip. You allow him entrance, the kiss is slow but no less passionate than your other kisses.

A throat clearing interrupts you two and you pull away to look at who it is. Tony is standing there, hands on his hips in a robe looking disheveled.

“Gross.” The single word statement said a lot more than what was heard. His disgust clearly displayed on his face and in his tone. He went around the two of you quickly to the fridge to grab the carton of orange juice. Leaving the room without another word.

“Hopefully the others take the news a lot better than them.”

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#avengers #marvel #avengers fic #powered!reader #marvel fic #loki x reader #loki smut #loki fic #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #dark!loki x reader #dark!loki #dark #dark fic

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nightbts · 5 years ago

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through the night | jjk | 03

pairing: jeon jungkook + stylist! reader

word count: 1.8k

genre: fluff, angst + idol! au, friends to lovers! au

parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

an: a short filler while i deal with my horrible writer’s block, sorry everyone :”(

listen to this playlist while reading!

best of friends. that’s what you and jungkook were. as their stylist for several years now, you and jungkook got along like no other and over time developed a friendship that was special to the two of you. but what happens when an IU collaboration deal, a jealous childhood-best friend and secret feelings get intertwined with the simple life you thought you were living?

“Shit! Jungkook!?” you heard, as a chorus of colorful language was followed by are you okays? and where does it hurt?

Your head snapped up from the beauty kits you had been given to organize, as your eyes quickly found the boys huddled around Jungkook who was on the ground. His hands gripped his ankle as his face reflected a look of pain you’d never seen on him before.

Running towards the scene, you squeezed yourself through the crowd before settling yourself right next to his side.

“Hey! J-Jungkook! What’s wrong? What happened? Where does it hurt? Are you alright?!” you sputtered, questions spilling out one after the other, your eyes shining with evident concern.

Glancing up at you, Jungkook saw how your eyes trembled as you looked back and forth from his ankle to his face. As he tried to respond a shooting pain ran up his leg, causing him to bend over and hold his ankle only tighter as he groaned, “Shit! I don’t know--I just fell on it. I don’t think I hurt it too bad, but I can’t move it without it hurting like shit.”

“Can you get up Jungkook? You have to try.” Namjoon spoke up softly behind you, “We have to move you backstage so we can get the medic to help you.”

As Jungkook nodded, Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok tried lifting the boy up to a standing position, but not without Jungkook grimacing in pain, as he felt his ankle throb at an intensity he had never felt before.

“Will he be alright?” a voice asked from behind you, startling you as you pulled your eyes away from Jungkook to Jiho, who was looking at Jungkook with just as much concern in his own eyes.

Biting your lip, you shook your head as you watched the boys move Jungkook backstage, “I-I don’t know Jiho. We have time before the tour starts but, you know how Jungkook is...” you trailed off, both of you understanding exactly what you had meant by that.

In all the years you had known Jungkook, you knew how hard he took fallbacks like this, even the ones he had no control over. You could already tell the pain he was feeling right now came mostly from being unable to practice and perform, rather than his ankle itself.

Cracking the door open, you peered inside the hotel room; the dim light radiating from the table lamp illuminated the entire room with a soft glow as the TV played softly in the background. As your eyes scanned the room you saw him, eyes closed as his back rested against the bed frame while his ankle, that had been wrapped up in a cast, laid atop several pillows. Walking towards him, you set a bag full of drinks and snacks you had got him on his bedside table before taking a seat on the edge of the bed beside him.

Your hand immediately found its way to his hair as you gently brushed his bangs away from his forehead; however, the sensation seemed to pull Jungkook out of his sleep as you watched his nose scrunch, his eyes following as they fluttered open, revealing his soft brown orbs looking straight into yours.

“Y/N....” he muttered as you stood there slightly flustered, quickly pulling your hand away, embarrassed to be caught in the act of something so...intimate.

“H-hey...” you cleared your throat, face still flushed with a gentle shade of pink, “How are you feeling now?”

Seeming to take no notice of your flustered state, Jungkook merely sent a smile your way, his voice filled with groggy enthusiasm, “Mmm, a lot better!”

But you knew better. His forced look of hope. His constricted smile. His fake enthusiasm. You knew better. Raising a brow, you looked at him knowingly before he sighed, the demeanor he held up for you falling down almost immediately.

“It never works on you, does it?” he chuckled softly, although you could see the slight despair in his eyes.

“Do you expect it to?” you countered jokingly, as you gave him a slight punch to the arm, “I know you too well Jeon Jungkook.”

"Oh? That almost sounds like a challenge?”

Leave it to the boy who just woke up to immediately indulge in a competition.

Shaking your head with laughter, you lifted your hand and motioned for him to bring it on.

“Birthday?”

“September 1, 1997.”

“Favorite artist?”

“You’re kidding, right? IU.”

Smiling sheepishly, he accepted, “That was too easy, I admit.”

“Okay, next one. Make it actually hard and not a fact that nearly all of ARMY already knows.”

Thinking silently to himself, his eyes were deep into thought when you saw them suddenly brighten, knowing a question came to him. Jungkook smirked as he knew he’d said this only once when both of you were drunk, and knew there was no way you’d remember it.

Smiling devilishly, he asked, “Fine, how did I confess to my middle school girlfriend?”

“You sang her a song and gave her a rose,” you replied almost immediately, your own lips tilting up into a smirk.

[AN: fyi I totally made that up]

Blinking in surprise, Jungkook abruptly moved from the bed frame towards you as he stuttered, “H-How do you remember that?!”

It was late at night. The moon shined brightly above, the stars twinkling in the distance as you heard the silence of the night interrupted sporadically by the sounds of your local city nightlife. You and Jungkook were sitting on the rooftop of the boys’ dormitory, empty bottles of soju and snack bags surrounding the both of you.

It had been a day, to say the least. And when Jungkook had texted you “Soju?” at 11 pm, despite being on your way back home, you turned around without a second thought and made your way over.

After having several bottles of soju, yelling cheers after every single shot, the two of you laid against the brick wall, completely, utterfuly wasted.

“Truth or dare?” you giggled, as you lazily pointed your empty soju bottle towards Jungkook’s direction.

“Truth or dare? What are we, in elementary school?” Jungkook snorted in return until he turned his head sideways to see you glaring underneath the soju bottle that was still pointed towards him.

Laughing at the way your face contorted into a pout, your lips pursed together, as your cheeks remained flush from the soju, he finally caved in, “Fineeee, I pick truth!”

Breaking out into a wide smile, you pumped your fists in the air as you cheered loudly into the night sky.

“Well, are you going to ask me?”

At that, you slowly let your hands fall to your side. Looking up at him, your lips pursed up again, this time however in concentration as you thought long and hard. However, soon enough your shoulders dropped before you let out a whine, “Wait...I don’t know what to ask...”

“Oh Y/N~” Jungkook cooed, as he brought his hands up to your face, squishing your cheeks together, “You got alllll worked up for that to not even have something to ask me?”

Blinking at him, you felt your cheeks grow hot at the touch of his warm hands against your face. His eyes were just millimeters from your own and you could feel your heart suddenly beating erratically in your chest.

“Jungkook, do you like me?”

Before you could hold back the words that came tumbling past your lips, you had said them out loud -- the very words you’d ask him in your mind, countless times before.

This time, Jungkook stared at you with an unknown look in his eyes, and before you could take back what you said, he replied, “Wait...what did you say?”

Letting out an awkward giggle, you quickly tried to move past the words you said as you grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close to you, “Oh, dummy! Are you deaf? Did the soju make your hearing all wacky?!”

Whispering into his ear, you stumbled through your words, “I-I said! Jungkook, have you ever liked someone?!”

Pulling away from you, his brows furrowed in confusion before saying, “Is that what you said?! I swear, I heard something else-”

“Yes!!” you quickly interrupted, your eyes wide open as you nodded your head excessively, “That is exacTLY what I asked,” you emphasized, reassuring both him and yourself.

Laughing at your frenzied state, he sat back against the brick wall, taking another swig of the remaining soju he had.

“Well, that’s a long story Y/N...” he trailed off, a soft smile appearing on his face as he stared deeply off into the distance as memories of his childhood years danced across his mind.

The rest of the night was spent with both of you going back and forth talking about the endless memories of your childhood romance; the one-sided crushes, the childish relationships, the drama, the theatrics, all of it. And it was nights like this, where you’d wake up the next morning thinking neither of you remembered the night before, that actually became memories of times where the both of you had grown closer together.

“Just because I was drunk doesn’t mean I forget things easily Jungkook,” you grinned as you reached forward to playfully tousle his recently dyed, soft, brown hair.

“Hey!” he whined as he swatted your hands away, trying to fix it back to what it had looked before.

Eventually, the atmosphere of the room fell into a comfortable lull, besides the sounds of the TV playing in the background and the rumbling air conditioner. background.

Until you heard Jungkook whisper with a soft sigh, his head hung low, “You know? This always happens.”

Your eyes fell back on Jungkook just to notice the way he stared straight at his ankle, his lips forming a straight line. Sighing in frustration, he ran his hands back through his hair, “I always fuck it up and get hurt. How am I going to practice with the rest of the boys now? What’s going to happen to the concert? The rest of tour--”

“Hey, slow down there,” you interrupted, before adding sternly, “Jungkook, this is in no way your fault, you hear me?”

Letting out an empty chuckle, his head hung low before he said dejectedly, “I don’t know Y/N...If I had just been a little more careful, If I had not gotten ahead of myself I wouldn’t have slipped--”

Grabbing his hands in your own, the feeling of your soft fingers treading above his knuckles caused him to look up at you in surprise, yet what surprised him more was the look in your eyes: determination.

“I know this sucks right now, believe me. I have been with you guys on countless tours where all of you had something like this happen and I know how shitty you feel right now but tell me, where is that going to get you?”

Your grip on his hands got tighter, as you continued, “You can sit here and wallow all you want. But guess what, your hyungs aren’t going to do that! They’re going to be out there practicing more, harder, longer because they don’t want to let you down. So what are you going to do? Sit here and hate yourself or try to practice for this world tour in ways you are able to? After all, it’s just your ankle! What does that affect? Your dancing? You can still sing. You can still watch and help the rest of the members. You can still coordinate the performances. There’s so much you can still do Jungkook!” you rambled, your breath heavy as your chest rose up and down.

Staring at you with wide eyes, Jungkook went still. As a sudden silence filled the room after your impromptu outburst, Jungkook’s lack of words started to make you slightly nervous, uncomfortable at the least.

“I’m sorry, was that a bit much--?” you winced apologetically before you heard him erupt into laughter.

That little--!

As he bellowed over in laughter, his entire body shaking as his eyes filled up with tears, you stared at him in utter shock before finding yourself hitting the side of his arm, “Hey! Stop laughing so hard, your going to hurt your ankle if you keep moving like that!”

Catching his breath, he tried to suppress his laughter but every time his eyes met your horrified ones, he burst into laughter again.

“Oh my. I give up with you.” you sighed in exasperation before standing up from where you had been sitting, turning around to leave the crackhead you called your best friend.

“Wait, wait, wait, I’m sorry!” Jungkook chuckled softly before grabbing your arm, preventing you from leaving. Turning around you gave him a sour look until he smiled sheepishly at you, motioning for you to sit back down beside him.

“You’re right.” you heard him finally say after his laughter had subsided. Looking back at you, he cocked his head sideways before giving you a wide smile, bunny teeth and all, “How do you always know the right words to say all the time, huh?”

Shrugging, you merely said, “It’s just the truth, that’s all.” Turning to look at him, you added, “You always blame and underestimate yourself Jungkook, you know? You don’t have to do that. You’re a lot stronger than you think.”

Before you could say anything else, you felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. As his head rested against the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanned your skin as he whispered softly, “Thank you. Thank you so much for being there.”

Melting into his touch as you always do, your hands found the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair as you whispered back, “Always. Even when you don’t want my annoying ass to be there.”

Chuckling, you could feel the vibrations of his chest rumble against yours before he added, “Trust me, I’ll always want your annoying ass no matter what.”

Heart skipping a beat at his words, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach like you were some middle-school girl. However, the smile that appeared on your face quickly faded away, as you realized he didn't mean it any way that meant more than the long friendship the two of you shared.

#bts #bts scenarios #bts drabbles #bts fluff #bts angst #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook scenarios #jungkook drabbles #jungkook imagines #jungkook #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #park jimin #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #min yoongi #kim seokjin

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fakefeltflowers · 3 years ago

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Howdy, I rewrote Sam's back story for something unrelated and though to put it on here. Sam's full name is Sam Orion and they live in a small town known for it's spooky happenings. Also, warning for animal death, namely chickens and cattle.

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The Orion estate is a patchwork quilt of crops and fields for livestock, passed down from generation to generation, growing like a benign tumor.The estate itself was just about as old as Sarton itself and became a fixture of the community, for better or for worse, and with the estate came the hunters. Back when the estate was little more than a ramshackle hut that leaned at a 45 degree angle, there had been hunters. When Sam was a child, they only had a vague understanding of the family’s history and the rumors. They knew that ‘back in the old days’, whenever that was, their family had been known for being reclusive and cagey. The old family shot at any animal or person that had the gall to come too close to the fence that encloses the scraggly wheat fields or to the miniscule coup. But that was back then, not like that was something that happened now. Then Sam turned 16 and the chickens began to die.

During the dog days of that summer, Sam was supposed to take care of the chickens. As far as anyone could tell, Sam had done a fairly good job, they even managed to raise a few chicks themselves. You could understand why they’d be concerned at the sight of a dead chicken just outside the coup. Fearing the worst, Sam rushed to survey the damage, but instead there was nothing. The remaining chickens were stressed and refused to come out of the coup, but otherwise fine.

Confused, Sam went back to observe the carcass, eyes raking over claw marks and feathers matted with a sticky black substance that burned their eyes. There were bite marks but there wasn’t anything eaten. It wasn’t the kill of an opportunistic predator, it was too sadistic and there was too little eaten. But the other chickens were fine and the carcass was disposed of. Still, Sam couldn’t stop themselves from crying all morning.

“Kiddo, they’re just chickens. We still have eight of them left, just leave it be. I’ll take care of it,” said their father, Arthur. He said to himself that it would just go away on its own, of course he was lying to himself and Sam.

8 chickens became 7, 7 became 5, 5 became 2. The cattle followed suit, one by one their blood mingled with the poisonous black fluids and smeared a trail through the grass leading to the woods that stood on the edge of the estate. It was a mocking trail of bait made specifically for the impatient and the naive Sam. So, they resolved to fix the problem, like they would ‘back in the old days’. Armed with a hunting rifle that had been just a little too big for them, they clambered out of their bedroom window. Following the trail of dead grass to the entry into the Whispering Woods. Then Sam waited, refusing to let the tiredness that weighed their eyelids down over take them. Eyes glazed over, Sam watched the warm wind shake the leaves that obscured their forum. They watched bugs lazily flutter by. They watched the unmoving dark lines of trees. They watched and they watched and they watched-

Sam woke with a start at the sound of snapping twigs. The moon hung high overhead as they scanned the tree line for the source of the sound. Hidden among the towering trees, a shaggy beast with a pale face paced along the forest floor, it’s long body blending in with the tall grass that bordered the treeline. Of course, not that Sam was paying much attention because at that point Sam had fired the rifle in the woods, shattering the nighttime silence. In response the beast galloped into the dark of the night, a taunting laugh echoing behind it. The hunt had begun.

‘How long has it been?’ thought Sam, a thought that had at first started as a dim whisper that only grew louder as Sam’s legs began to protest and thorns had cut through their jeans, staining their calves a rust color. The trees had managed to weave together so that barely any of the moonlight was able to illuminate the forest floor. Sam’s knuckles were white from clutching the rifle, the cold steel of the barrel sapping any residual heat from their body. They realized that they had begun to shiver despite the warmth of the summer air.

‘It’s too dark out here. I shouldn’t even be out here, what was I thinking-’

“Sam?” a voice called out, cutting Sam’s clarity short. Who was that? It almost sounded familiar, but it was hard to make out.

“Sam?” the voice repeated. Sam unconsciously began to follow the voice, it was their father after all. They needed to go home, they were so tired.

“Sam?” the voice called out, even deeper into the woods.

“Sam?!” the voice became panicked, ‘He’s hurt,’ Sam thought as they started running. The voice repeated their name over and over, becoming shrill and panicked, to a certain point it barely sounded like Sam’s father, but at that point it didn’t matter. At that point Sam was too scared to rationalize, too scared to think of anything but home.

“SAM!” the voice called out one last time before it suddenly stopped. Sam found themselves at a clearing with a creek running through it that was otherwise empty. A dawning realization was replaced by fear as they heard the rustling of leaves above them, shortly followed by the sound of something heavy softly landing behind them. Sam whipped around and locked eyes with the beast, its hollow eye sockets swimming in a sea of dirty white canvas and sharp teeth. Sam knew that they were too close to aim the rifle but nonetheless the barrel belched out a wisp of smoke with a pop of light. The bullet that was haphazardly spat out whizzed by the beast and lodged itself into a tree just right of the beast. Momentarily distracting the beast, the shattering wood gave Sam enough time to twist their body so that the beast’s long claws only managed to graze the flesh underneath their sweater.

The icy water that soaked through their jeans would be shocking if the gun hadn’t slipped from their grasp. Then the icy fear in their veins was replaced by a burning hot pain that radiated from Sam’s chest. Their vision began to blur as Sam saw their blood began to oxidize into a thick black substance that burned their skin and eyes.

The beast began stalking towards Sam, that familiar mocking laugh fell out of a maw filled with sharp teeth as Sam began to choke on the taste of hairspray and apple seeds.

Suddenly, the maw of teeth shattered with a deafening gunshot, abruptly jerking the beast’s head to the side. Sam scrambled to their feet, grabbing the rifle and aimed at the beast, shooting wildly until they ran out of bullets. Then they realized that there was still another gun firing, attached to their father, who was entirely focused on the beast. Of course, at that point the beast was little more than a shadow of its former self, it’s jaw hanging loosely by a scrap of canvas and its fur was slick with the stinking black that seeped out of Sam’s chest. Eventually, Arthur’s gun had run out of ammunition, causing the beast to chuckle lowly and began to back away.

“‘I’ll take care of it,’” the beast said in Arthur’s voice, though that didn’t distract him from reloading. But before the shooting could resume, the beast had already disappeared into the woods.

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The sound of fizzing hydrogen peroxide was the only thing disturbing the dense silence in the kitchen. Sam did their best to not cry out as Tayna gently blotted the reddish-grey foam off their chest, instead they hissed in reply.

“I’m gonna clean this out with some alcohol, this might sting a bit,”

“Fuck!” Sam jolted away as the throbbing pain sharpened into a stabbing pain, “just, lemme do it,” they said as Tayna muttered an apology. As Sam gingerly blotted away at the claw marks on their abdomen, Arthur stared them down with an indiscernible mix of anger, disappointment and something else Sam couldn’t quite place.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he said as Sam began to dress their wounds.

“Arthur-” Tanya began, but was cut short.

“No, really Sam, what the fuck is wrong with you? Sneaking out at night with a gun like a moron, I told you I’d take care of it!”

“But you didn’t,” Sam said, avoiding eye contact with their father.

“What?” The clock above the stove top read 3:52 am, but Arthur’s voice continued to rise, “You have no right to go out in the middle of the night like that. Not only did you disobey your curfew-”

“No, you don’t get to make me the wrong one here, you knew damn well that what was killing the animals wasn’t normal!”

“And it would’ve killed you-”

“What if it went after Jack?”

“Don’t you dare bring up your brother in this,”

“I can’t believe you hid this shit from me after refusing to do anything about this, you’re supposed to take care of us!”

“I can't believe you have the gall to come into my house after nearly getting your ass killed, acting like I’m the bad guy,” the two’s voices overlapped, escalating into a shouting match. At this Tanya has joined, attempting to be a peacemaker, but it only added to the chaos, eventually waking up the whole house.

Every family member that lived in the house stood in the kitchen, tired, angry and confused. Even littlest Jack, who was only 5 years old at that point, stood at the bottom of the stairs that lead into the dining room with bleary eyes. They all stared expectantly at Arthur and Sam, who was beginning to put their shirt back on so they could avoid making eye contact with anyone in the room.

“Listen Sam, we’ll discuss this in the morning proper. Go to bed, all of you.” Arthur finally said, and people began to filter into their bedrooms, with Sam being the last one to fall asleep at the ripe hour of 5:30.

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The sound of croaking magpies woke Sam up the next morning, though at this point it was closer to noon. Every fiber of their body screamed in protest as Sam rolled out of their bed. Not to mention the feeling of their bedsheets clinging to their still sticky body as residual sweat and blood coated their body. Unfortunately, the shower and the new set of clothes did little to ease the nausea.

The rest of the morning was less a blur and more a haze of events, a confirmation of some rumors, a disproving of others. Some monsters were real and others were made up to sell t-shirts and keychains and others were a little bit of both. A vague introduction to a house on the edge of the estate, a bed, a wall of weapons. Something about never trusting strangers and that the monsters would keep coming.

“Are the monsters ever gonna stop?”

“No, Sam, they aren’t. But you have to try,”

#yeah the quality is low but that's okay #i'll also publish this on wattpad or something for archival purposes #so yeah this version is a bit different #I originally imagined Sam meeting Splendor right off the bat but I think it's more interesting this way #also sorry for the anti climatic ending I was getting really burnt out plus I was using this for a rp fourm backstory #crunch and all that #sam scraps #creepypasta oc #creepypasta au #eyestrain #kinda #red #oc #writing #animal death #creepypasta

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