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lino-jagiyaa · 2 years

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Anon requested | original request

Kitten Apology - Nishimura Riki

A/n: Hi! tysm for this request! I think it's so cute and I hope you like what I came up with

Prompt: Soft promt -[#17] "I love it when you get cuddly like this"

song rec: Love Scene - Baekhyun | genre: fluff, established relationship, high school au, slight angst | pairing: niki x gn!reader | warnings: misunderstandings (with a happy ending ofc), arguments, swearing | words: 1k+ (1,903)

summary: You and Niki get into an argument but he makes it up to you by getting you a kitten for the day.

"Riki I swear on everything you love, where is my journal? I know you stole it, now where is it?"

You scream, peeking from your bedroom door. Niki had come over to hang out with you yet he was now downstairs playing some video game with your brother.

just a few hours earlier when he arrived at your house, he had been up in your room waiting for you to bring snacks for the two of you. that's when he saw your journal just barely hiding behind one of the many pillows on your bed. naturally, almost like an instinct he picked up the small book and turned to a random page. Not before thoroughly checking to see if you were on your way back yet of course.

flipping through it, one page stuck out to him. the top of the page was dated December 12th, 2022.

it read, "today kind of sucked. riki spent basically the whole day with his friends. and when he did finally spend time with me, he didn't even notice that I was acting differently. i decided to take eunchae's advice and drop hints to him."

after reading that, niki was dumbfounded. he didn't know what to make out of this, and didn't really understand it until he read the next section.

"i like him... no. i don't just like him, i want him to be my boyfriend but i'm not sure how to tell him. he- he's my best friend. and I don't want to ruin our friendship or get heartbroken if he rejects me. what if he like me back??? I have no clue what I would do if he does like me back. ugh, forget it. I should just ignore my feelings. i don't want him to start acting differently around me because of it."

"holy-" niki started

"hey, niki! did you want the pepero, chips, or both?"

he heard you approaching the stairs he quickly shoved the book underneath your bed and stood near your door frame.

"uh, i'll take the chips i guess."

"you sure? i got strawberry flavor! your fav." you smile, holing up both items

"mm, maybe i'll eat them later, okay?" he laughs

"okay, i'll just leave them on the table and you can grab them whenever."

"why is your face so red, by the way?"

"oh, um.."

"aw did something make my niki blushhh?"

"shut up, it's nothing."

"whatever you say riki." you roll your eyes

"thanks for the snacks. i'll go back downstairs now if that's okay?"

"yeah? why wouldn't it be?"

"no reason, i just mean in case you wanted me to hang out with you instead of playing video games with your brother is all." niki explained

"no, no. go ahead. i'm just gonna watch some tv or something, but I'll come down there after a while." you assure him

he smiles back at you before going back downstairs.

about 30 minutes later, you were relaxing and watching a show when you decided to write an entry in your journal so you looked for it in the usual spot under your pillow. but it wasn't there. so you checked under your other pillow. still nothing.

what the hell? you thought. you get up, scrambling to find it. in your closet? nope, not there. under your mattress? still no.

"ugh, where the hell is it? I just had it yesterday. could've sworn I put It under that pillow." you say out loud, frustrated

finally having enough of this, you make your way downstairs to confront niki.

"i know you heard me. where is it? you were the last person in my room, alone so don't even try to get out of this one."

"well, that sounds like my cue to leave. can't save you this time, buddy." your brother laughs, patting niki on the shoulder

"come on niki, i'm not even that mad about you taking it. just tell me where it is." you explain, sitting next to him on the couch

he turns to face you and sighs, "fine, I did find it. on accident.. and I only read one page I swear!

"niki"

"i know, i know. i shouldn't have. but it was so tempting. I'm really, really, really sorry, y/n."

"thank you for apologizing, but where. is. it?"

"oh, um it's under your bed somewhere." he scratches the back of his head

"okay... and what page did you happen to read?"

you could feel the flush forming on your face and your palms clamming up.

"the page from december 12th..."

damn.

"so you-"

"'what's with you lately?" niki interrupted

"there's nothing 'with me', okay? i just..."

"like me?'

"no! i mean-"

"well, i like you. i have since we were younger."

"i'm calling bull." you roll your eyes, not wanting to believe him

"i'm serious, y/n. i just never knew how to say it. and just like you, I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of our friendship." he grabs both of your hands and brings you a bit closer to him.

"if you like me as much as you expressed in your journal, would you be okay with me being your boyfriend?"

"of course i would, but do you actually like me back or are you just saying that to make me feel less embarrassed? because I'm really feeling that right now."

"i absolutely mean it. been wanting to let that out for so long and I think now is a perfect time, considering the circumstances right now." niki smiles, putting a hand on your cheek. not wanting to let go.

you place your hand over his, smiling at him and the fact that you finally get to call him yours.

"okay, then it's settled. you're my boyfriend now."

niki takes that as a cue to engulf you in a hug. snaking a hand, and resting it on the small of your back.

"i have a surprise for you." he mumbles into your shoulder

"oh? what is it?"

"well if i told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?

"i suppose not, riki." you laugh

letting go of you slowly, he gets up and walks to the front door to put his shoes on. "I'll be right back, okay? i have to go get it." he replies with a smile.

as niki was walking back to his dorm, he texted jungwon to let him know.

05:20 pm | Niki: hyung

05:20 pm | Jungwon leader hyung: yeah?

05:21 pm | Niki: is the kitten with you rn?

05:21 pm | Jungwon leader hyung: mhm did you want to take him to y/n's or something?

05:21 pm | Niki: yup. can I?

05:22 pm | Jungwon leader hyung: sure, just make sure to bring his food, litter box, and bed if you're staying the night

05:22 pm | Niki: i am thanks!

05:22 pm | Jungwon leader hyung: no problem take good care of him, okay?

05:23 pm | Niki: i will i'm outside btw :) let me in lol

the walk from your apartment to their dorm wasn't far. just a 10 minute walk there and back, 5 either way.

"here's everything. i put it all in this bag so you'll only have to carry this and the carrier and it's not too heavy. do you need a ride back, or will you be okay on your own?" jungwon questions

"i'll be alright. just need t put a few things in my backpack then I'm all set."

"okay, have fun. you two are dating, right?'

"yeah. we made it official like 20 minutes ago." niki laughs

"me and the rest of the boys had a bet going to see how long it would take for this to happen. luckily it was now. i hope you two do well." jungwon says, patting niki on the shoulder

“wow, who had the longest?”

“jake. he said 7 years.”

the both of them burst of laughing, thinking about how dumb that was.

“well i’m gonna head out, see you in the morning."

soon after leaving the dorm, niki arrived back at your house with your 'surprise'.

he ended up letting himself in since he knew the passcode to your apartment.

"i'm back!"

"yay, are you staying over? it's getting late anyways." you get up from the couch to greet him.

"yeah, i brought my stuff and your gift."

he drops his bag off at the door and walks over to you with the carrier.

"okay, you ready?"

"come onn! show me already."

"alright, alright. close your eyes for a sec though."

"fine." you huff

niki set the carrier on the coffee table before opening it and letting out the kitten.

he grabs the kitten out of the carrier and holds him up in front of you.

"okay, you can open them now." niki tells you, excited to see your reaction.

when you open your eyes, it's like they light up. you're so excited to see that he brought you a kitten.

"oh my god, niki! is he yours?"

"me and the boys kind of take turns taking care of him, which is fun."

"i think that's so cute of you guys."

"but lemme hold him now, he's too adorable and I can't wait any longer." you pout at him, with your arms outstretched

"i think you're adorable." niki smiles back, handing over the kitten for you to hold

he goes to the couch to take a seat before you get the chance to reply, to react to what he had said.

"niki! stop it." you blush, nervous at his confession.

"what? i'm just being honest. you're really cute when you get excited about something. it's nice seeing you like this."

"thanks. just never thought we'd get this far or be together like this, you know? it just seems so unreal."

"mhm, i know what you mean. i was so nervous to let you know how I felt. but now that I know you feel the same, everything's alright."

"luckily we both feel that. i'm lucky to have you."

"lucky to have you too. now get up here so we can watch a movie. I'm bored" niki whined

"but i wanted to play with him some more." you whined back, putting on a fake pout

"you can play with him all you want, later. please? i wanna cuddle, but he can come too if you'd like."

"ugh, fine. you're lucky i do wanna cuddle with you and watch a movie." you roll your eyes, laughing at his boldness

"what's his name, anyways?"

"his name is rye, i thought it was cute for him. and sure, just get up here already. we have enough snacks here to last us a while too." he laughs back

"aw, it is cute! i love when you get all cuddly like this."

"i'm glad. expect more of it." niki smiles, squishing you farther into his arms.

the two of you ended up spending the rest of the night huddled up in blankets, having your favorite snacks and drinks, playing with the kitten some more, and binging way too many movies until the three of you passed out.

it was all you could wish for. all you've wanted for a while now. you couldn't ask for anything better.

being in his presence was enough for now, forever.

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inquixotic · 1 year

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EVELYN & ANGEL, LATER DAY 36.

terrace for some fuckin’ reason

with @dobits !

evelyn mendoza.

evie is significantly calmer after her conversation (cry session) with eden and cheryl both, though she's still processing a little bit of why she was so angry. she still feels pretty dumb, and she does definitely blame angel for that, but she also doesn't want to leave things on the sour note she had earlier in her rush to run away from her feelings and his lackthereof. "do you have a second?" she's purposely softened her tone, to avoid putting him on any kind of defensive. the last thing she needs is for him to think she's just going to chew him out again, even if she sort of wants to. @melly

angel reid

it’d taken heaps of restraint not to pull her following the calamity of their chat earlier. it’s angel’s desperate instinct to fix things when they’re broken, to be liked by everyone, but the fact that he’d already gotten along so well with evie makes things even more frustrating. he’s sitting in his guilt, knee bouncing, when she joins him on the terrace. even though he was expecting her, his heartbeat trips. “yeah, yeah,” he motions for her to sit. “got two even.” gentle humor accompanied by a tight smile. he leans forward, elbows propped up on his knees. “but, like, just so you know, this convo’s just gonna be me apologizing every other sentence. it’s gonna get annoying fast.” smile grows on his face, tries to insert his own bold faced levity, plus it probably isn’t far off from the truth. he’s trying to gauge her, determine her mood. dark eyes watch her expression. “you been okay?”

evelyn mendoza.

"fine," she answers, clipped and to the point in her lingering annoyance, not really acknowledging the humor cues he's giving to try to earn a smile back. she's not ready to exactly tell him every little detail of her therapy session, nor is she exactly thrilled at the idea of talking and laughing with him right now, still. getting to the point of being able to express why she was so upset with him calmly had taken a little bit. "if you could, like, wait on any apologies 'til i'm done?" she asks quietly, tilting her head at him, not really giving him much of an option before she continues, "i just wanted to, like...i think i overreacted a little earlier." evie's a little reluctant to admit even that because, honestly, she does still feel a little led on. "i'm just very intentional with my language. so it really hurt my feelings to hear that you weren't, when you knew where i was at and didn't give me the full context of where you were at? does that make sense?"

angel reid

it’s not entirely surprising when evie slices past the bullshit and hits straight at the stinging nerve of it all, if he’s learned anything about the way she deals with confrontation, it’s that she doesn’t shy from it. luckily he’s already in a position of submissiveness, back curved and hands linked. he nods to her question and then listens with perked ears ‘til she gets to the thoughtful end. “makes sense,” angel answers honestly. “you didn’t do anything wrong, y’know. like, there’s no right way to be hurt.” even clutched in the vice grip of reality tv, filled out by on-call therapists, it’s hard to escape knee jerk reactions. if anything, it’ll make it worse. “i get why you felt that way. like, i made you believe one thing and then today i told you something else.” gaze falls to the terrace floor, nodding understanding. “tell you the truth, i dunno why i did that.” heat of the moment? part of him still thinks it was a genuine misunderstanding, or at least a passing comment, but he can take the L when he deserves it. “but it’s on me, for sure.”

evelyn mendoza.

"it's not even that i was hurt, really? like i was, i guess, but it's more like..." she pauses, searching for the right words, that aren't going to hurt his feelings. "like i feel like what you said wasn't what i understood, so i looked stupid. and that is what hurt?" the fact that he's being so understanding, though, makes it a little bit better, the tension dropping a little from her shoulders as she feels more understood than she did earlier, by his knee jerk reaction of if he hurt her rubbing salt in the stinging wound. "i know i didn't do anything wrong, i just was, like, far too dramatic for how serious it was." she shrugs a little, unapologetic in her feelings still. she feels everything a lot, and she'd rather that than be accused of being too unfeeling. "you don't?" her brow furrows a little, frowning in thought. "it wasn't, like, you just trying to spare my feelings?" it's a little bit of an out, if he'll take it. she doesn't think he's really interested in her, based on this morning, but she's a little susceptible still to his being charming in general, her eyes still fixed on his face even if he's looked away. she's not going to disagree with it being his fault, either, not when he literally said he liked her and cheers to getting to know her. "i just don't understand why you would say something you don't mean, i guess."

angel reid

lower lip rolls thoughtfully inward as he struggles to navigate this conversation. feels worlds away from the ease they’d had getting to know one another yesterday. now he’s not sure what he can say to express how he feels without mis-stepping. angel tries to surmise what she’s told him in succinct bits only to hear that it wasn’t quite like that. he’s not sure how much more they can bake the events without burning it all to a crisp. “um, maybe?” he considers with a tilt of his head. “i guess i didn’t understand that power of words like that.” his gaze flickers to her, bracing for a reaction. if the diplomacy he’s been trying to embody so far has been altogether misses, he’s sure that one won’t land very well. “and…,” a short sigh deflates him, a little reluctant to even broach it, “i’m still kinda dealing with this frankie stuff so i guess that’s where my head was at. and i could tell you were, like, really trying to look out for me and we were just having a good convo. i was just rolling with it, i dunno.”

evelyn mendoza.

she nods slowly, trying to understand his perspective, but feeling a little prickle of annoyance at his words that she tries to force down. it's better to know these miscommunications exists now than later, when she has actual feelings for him. "don't think that's a mistake you'll make again, huh?" she wagers, giving him a tiny smile, to set him a little more at ease. the rest...is more complicated and she cants her head, lips pursed as she considers those words. "yeah, i'm not, like, telling jenny i don't think jude's all in on her, y'know? that's not my style, so it just...i don't know." her words trail off with her thoughts, not wanting to say too much on the frankie callie situation, if he's fine being a second choice like he said. "like, i think callie's really great, y'know? but it just didn't feel right for you to not have the full picture of how it looks." present tense, she notes as she says it, refraining from cringing. "are you doin' better with it now?"

angel reid

“yeah, no kidding,” angel huffs a hollow laugh, unclenching a bit as he leans back into the bench, his hand reaching to massage the nape of his neck. “yeah, it’s all good.” it’s about all the confirmation he’ll afford at the moment. it’s not really the goal to get onto the concept, mostly just wanted to mention it to try and paint the picture of where his head was at during the date, why things got so scrambled. “i’m just… y’know, i want you to know i really am sorry. i feel like such an asshole, like, i ruined your whole entrance and your day and… i dunno, i’m definitely the one who looks stupid here. like, my family’s probably ripping their hair out watching me right now.”

evelyn mendoza.

the apology feels so much more genuine than earlier, too, like he actually gets that she had her feelings hurt this time, but the concept that he ruined her day? her entrance? she snorts, shakes her head a little. “man, all due respect, me cryin’ isn’t like that. you did not ruin my entrance.” it’s almost a little insulting, that he thinks she’d let that ruin her first day, but she can’t blame him when she was the one with the tears. plus, her entrance was before all that, and she still knows she was hot during it. “lettin’ a girl like me pass, though? yeah, nah, you do look pretty stupid.” her dimples reappear with her over-exaggerated self confidence, feeling a little lighter with a genuine apology. “we’re good?”

angel reid

it’s emotional whiplash to keep up with, having gone from being detrimental enough to make her burst into tears over a passing comment to being an absolute joke to imagine it had made an impression. “a’ight,” angel chuckles again, dry and vaguely confused, “i’m glad.” it feels misunderstood, the clean vibe between them crooked like a rollercoaster now and his stomach is stuck in his throat. he feels resolved by offering the apology though, can’t do much more and it makes it easier when it seems like she’s accepted it since it’s not the kinda thing he’d grovel over forever. a more genuine smile cracks over his face. “yeah, ‘course we’re good. i’m glad we talked.”

evelyn mendoza.

he seems a little confused, and she silently is a little glad the entire ordeal had happened practically day 1 — she’s spelled out her side, and him not getting that only means he wouldn’t have understood the next time she cries over something equally ridiculous. “me too,” her smile stretches into something a little more genuine, less for show — she doesn’t like to be angry. “thanks for hearin’ me out despite the dramatics. means a bunch, y’know?”

angel reid

“nah, anytime,” he nods, sincere. at least it won’t feel awkward whenever he passes her in the hall. “and, y’know, likewise. you didn’t have to hear me out, i appreciate that, for real.” a pause, then his lips start into a smile. “so does this mean you’re gonna clue me in on where your heads at now?” after all, half the point of being friends with everybody is that he gets to hear all the gossip, though he’s not entirely sure if he and evie are there quite yet.

evelyn mendoza.

“i clued you in this morning,” she points out, her eyebrows raised, though there’s amusement in it. even if he hadn’t taken it seriously, she had been honest — she just had made a much more concrete decision. “charlene’s still top of list, has been since yesterday.” there’s a tiny pause as she debates sharing that the two kissed, cheeks flushing at the memory, but she shakes her head to shake the jitters off. “i just gotta know that i’m not messin’ with her plans, y’know?”

angel reid

“tippy top of the list, looks like,” he teases, chin jerking up in reference to the flush coloring her face. “well, i’m pretty sure you aren’t gonna be stepping on naomi’s toes, if that’s what you’re worried about.” fair to say that shipped has crashed, burned, and left no survivors. “do you think she’s vibing you?” odds are yes, he’s not sure it’s possible for charlene to not vibe with somebody.

evelyn mendoza.

she shakes her head, not quite in the mood to joke around like that with him, but he's not wrong. "naomi's toes aren't even in the realm of my worries," she frowns, at the memory of how little of a chance naomi had given what seemed to be the sweetest girl there. she isn't even the least concerned about her. "well, she said she has other options too, so i just don't wanna like, put her out or anything." she still has no idea what to do, frankly.

angel reid

“she did?” that makes him laugh a little, vaguely surprised that char would be playing it so cool, hardly seems her style. he can’t even imagine who the other options could possibly be. angel shrugs. “well, i really doubt she’d be feeling put out if you chose her. i mean, you gotta choose somebody, right? should be someone you actually like.” that’s pretty much what he’d meant when he’d advised her not to worry about stepping on toes, he’d kinda technically stepped on charlene’s himself. “have you pulled miles for a chat yet?”

evelyn mendoza.

his surprise makes her eyebrows knit together, a little confused. does she not have other options? why was he surprised, aren't they friends? "why do you keep saying things like that?" as if she'd pick someone for another reason, as if there's more strategy than that in her. "'somebody i actually like.' like...what, do people pick someone they don't like?" ignoring the question about miles in favor of getting an answer because, frankly, she's not sure she wants to put herself in the middle of something again.

angel reid

brows tick up, the antithesis of her as ever. “liiike, keep saying what?” genuinely confused. it’s like all his words are being catalogued and then apparently twisted into something ill intentioned. her clarification doesn’t exactly do what it was presumably intended. “uh, i guess i dunno what people do. i was just trying to hype you, dude. like, just saying you should pick her if you like her. i totally doubt she wouldn’t be into it.” a tentative shrug, like he’s not sure if that was also the wrong thing to say as far as she’s concerned. “that’s all.”

evelyn mendoza.

"you're, like, really unintentional with your language." it's an observation, more than an accusation, but it's not free of judgment as she watches his face twist with confusion at her question. but, seriously, what's she supposed to think? it practically sounds like he's implying she has ulterior motives, but if she were, she'd definitely be picking someone in a stronger couple.

angel reid

“— what?” he’s full blown shocked now. maybe he misspoke before - and profusely, genuinely apologized - but now he thinks he’s just taking punishment for no real reason. maybe she’s on the defensive with him or maybe she’s purposely twisting his words. either way, angel’s not polite enough to take character assassination lying down. “uh, no, i’m not,” he tells her point blank, shrugging. now he’s the offended one, brows knit as he stands, his path obviously toward the door. “it feels like you’re taking everything i say in the worst way possible. i guess you don’t know me that well.” maybe if they’d been able to get to know each other in the chill, friendly way he’d wanted to, it wouldn’t be like that. “i’m literally trying to be friendly here, but obviously that’s not gonna work, so i’m gonna leave ya to it, ‘kay? i’ll just — see you out there.”

evelyn mendoza.

"angel, i've known you for quite literally half a day. i don't know you," she points out, shoving herself up to leave, the frustration bubbling back up under her skin. she's sure as hell not going to be left on the terrace alone for the fucking cameras to show her looking upset or whatever. "all i've done is say i want to get to know you and tried to tell you that being so closed off so soon after one of you got off an intense break up might be a bad idea. i don't understand how you think i'm taking everything you say badly when i was trying to take it at face value — no, you stay, it's fine — and then when i did that, i misunderstood you." she gestures to the terrace as she speaks, he was here first after all. and frankly, she'd like to be alone for a bit, far away from him. "which, fuckin' fine, you apologized, i'm over it, but now that i'm trying to figure out what you are saying and make sure i'm not missing any, like, subtle cues or whatever that i clearly did before, i'm trying to take it in the worst way? that's bullshit." she tugs at the door handle to leave, maybe go find charlene to talk to about the recoupling instead of the dude trying to confuse her more, figure out what's going on there. she waves a hand up, not bothering to look at him. "we can catch up later, clearly you need space."

kangaroach stan (jia)

please end this

Love Island

keep going

angel reid

“you’re being so—,” he doesn’t even have the words. would probably be told they were wrong anyway. wait, no, he has the word, “difficult. like, what subtle cues could you be missing in me telling you you should go for her if you like her?” his hand’s planted high against the door, doesn’t budge when she tries to beat him to the punch and escape from this absolute mess. it seems insane that she’s gonna dump all this at his feet and say adios. the whole thing’s rife with miscommunication and it’s bothering the hell out of him. “i’m trying not to be closed off, like, i’m out here taking L’s left and right just so we can still talk and be friends, but, jesus, every fucking thing i say is some, like, personal attack to you and i don’t know why. that’s bullshit.” he’s looking down at her with his mouth in a terse line, a wrinkle in the middle of his brow. the door is still effectively blocked off, he needs a second longer to think before he can let it end already. “if you and me aren’t good, just say that. but don’t make it out like i’m some careless asshole ‘cause i’m not.”

evelyn mendoza.

"i'm being difficult?" a shaky laugh escapes her at that and she tugs harder against the door, though without luck with him holding it shut well above her head. her eyes flicker to his hand to gauge whether she could actually reach him or not to pull at it. "i'm the one being difficult? you're the one literally holding a door shut here." her finger jabs towards his chest instead, before gesturing to his hand. the way he phrases it, it's hard not to take offense, taking L's, as if she's a loss. "and i'm not trying to take this shit as an attack. it's just kinda fuckin' hard to take it seriously when you say things like you're not closed off again, when you said you were this morning, and you weren't yesterday," her finger jabs towards his chest, before gesturing to his hand. staring up at him for a moment, quiet, before finally she takes a breath like she knows she should have a few minutes ago, then another, a hand running over her face. "sorry. i'm sorry. we're fine. i don't think you're a careless asshole." completely, at least. she's hit with a wave of embarrassment again, over fighting with him again when she doesn't even want to fight, and she's pretty sure she's actually picked it this time. "i wouldn't have picked you yesterday if i did. i just — sorry. just let me leave you be."

angel reid

“evie, you’re completely overthinking it,” he tells her, uncharacteristically short. angel can’t help it now, frustrated in a way he hasn’t been at all since stepping foot in the villa. it’s already reached it’s crescendo though, the fire in him flickering down on cue when she starts apologizing. he can unclench a bit, huffing out an only mildly perturbed breath. at least they have some common ground now. “— thanks,” he says a bit glib, like it’s the least she could do, but it is appreciated. it could be claimed that this whole thing was a net zero, or maybe even that they both lost, but the optimism in angel says there’s nothing more bonding than getting into a squabble with somebody. “fine,” he decides after a prolonged beat, sliding his hand down the door to push her hand off the knob so he can grab it instead, finally wrenching it open so she can walk through it. he’ll just stay up here for a few more minutes and try to find his inner zen. “we’ll catch up later.”

evelyn mendoza.

words mean things, she wants to shoot back. she gets the feeling callie wouldn’t like that he said it like that, closed off, if she knew anything about the show, which he clearly didn’t. his shortness has her wanting to poke back, uncharacteristically. she forces herself to take another breather, even as he’s pushed her hand off the door knob to yank it open for her, her eyes rolling at the show. “you just had to do that,” she grumbles, stepping through it with a glance over her shoulder. “i am sorry, though. mean it.” before she shrugs and heads off to find charlene or adela.

#evelyn & angel.#thread: discord.

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thearvariblues · 4 years

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Sing Me a Song

“You Geralt of Rivia’s bard?”

Jaskier looks up from his notepad and grins at the man who’s just sat at the opposite side of the table.

“Technically, I used to be,” the bard says, taking a sip of his ale. “We had a tiny misunderstanding last year. I’m sure he’s gonna be fine, though, I’m just giving him some time to cool down and wallow in self-pity.”

Jaskier frowns, because his brain has finally caught up with his mouth and informs him that even though the man who asked the question is very pretty (and he is – a bit short, but lean and clearly very agile, brown-skinned, with dark, wavy hair and stunningly unnatural green eyes), he also has got two big, scary swords strapped to his back, way too many scars and has, in fact, only one green eye, the other being covered by an eye patch, presumably missing.

And then there’s the Cat school medallion on his chest.

As Geralt would say… fuck.

“Unless you’re here to kidnap me and torture me to lure him into a trap. If that’s the case, I’ve never met a Geralt of Rivia in my life. Also, if you harm a hair on my head, he will hunt you down and kill you, very slowly and painfully. Just a heads up,” Jaskier smiles, utterly failing to sound at least a little bit threatening.

“Thanks for the warning,” the Witcher laughs. “But I actually need you to write me a song.”

“Sorry, I’m afraid this bard already has a Witcher to praise,” Jaskier protests, shaking his head firmly.

“Ugh. Who says I want praise?” the man says, making a face. “I just can’t seem to find a friend of mine, so I need to make him find me.”

“With a song? Do I look like a fucking pied piper?” Jaskier smirks.

“A little, yeah.”

“Fair enough. What’s in it for me?”

“What do you think is going to happen once Geralt hears that his bard has found himself a new muse?” the Witcher grins.

“Oh,” Jaskier says, chuckling. “Oh, but that’s good.”

“Are you in, then?”

“Absolutely. And, uhm… What did you say your name was?”

“By the gods, where are my manners?” the Witcher laughs. “I’m Aiden.”

Geralt places two tankards of ale on the table and sits down with a grunt.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting old, Wolf,” his brother Lambert smirks and promptly pulls one of the tankards closer. “Because that almost sounded like Vesemir when he’s trying to get up from his chair.”

“You’re so fucking funny,” Geralt murmurs.

“I know, right?” Lambert grins, tucking a strand of curly red hair behind his ear. “So, how’s life on the Path without your beloved bard?”

“Not my bard.”

“So pretty fucking terrible, eh?” Lambert chuckles.

“Fuck off, Lambert.”

“You’re being very nice and friendly today, you know?”

“I bought you a drink. So shut up and… drink.”

Lambert shrugs and for once does what he’s told. Within a few seconds, half of the tankard’s content vanishes.

“If it’s any consolation, life without my Cat is also pretty fucking unbearable,” he says then.

“Hm.”

“Oh, really, Geralt? You’re using your famous hm against me? Me, your brother?!”

Geralt groans.

“By the gods… Why can’t I just run into Eskel for once? Why does it always have to be you?”

“You’re just lucky, I guess.”

“Lucky. Yeah.”

Lambert rolls his eyes and focuses on his ale again – until the local bard grabs his lute and starts playing a slow, romantic ballad. Lambert growls.

“Fuck, I hate that song!”

“Why?” Geralt blinks, because he’s never heard the song before, and to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t really sound that bad.

“A brown-skinned woman with dark hair who’s seemingly killed, then comes back to life already plotting her revenge, only to find out that her lover’s already avenged her? Always reminds me of Aiden.”

“Aiden wasn’t exactly… A woman, was he?”

“He also hasn’t come back to life, as far as I know,” Lambert mutters.

“Who wrote it?” Geralt frowns, listening carefully. “It sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Some Master Dandelion. Never heard of him, but it seems he’s very popular now.”

“Hmmm…”

“Oh, not again!” Lambert groans.

“It just… It really does sound like Jaskier’s song.”

“You just fucking miss the bard, Geralt, that’s all.”

“No. No, I actually think…”

“That might be exactly the problem,” Lambert says and places his empty tankard back on the table. “The second round’s on me.”

“Seems like your plan’s not working as intended,” Jaskier comments. He’s spent weeks traveling with Aiden, and they still haven’t even heard about another Witcher trying to find them.

“I’m aware,” Aiden mutters, chewing his dinner without even noticing its taste – which is, honestly, probably for the best. “Could you be, like… less subtle?”

Jaskier shrugs.

“I suppose.”

“Fine,” Aiden nods. “Do it.”

“It’s a man now,” Geralt frowns, listening to the song he’s heard countless times already. “That’s new.”

“Looks like Master Dandelion might like to, uhm, dual wield,” Lambert snorts.

“It still sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Does Jaskier like to dual wield?”

“Hmm,” Geralt says dreamily.

“All the more reason to apologize, then, eh?”

“Oh, shut up, Lambert…”

“Still not working!” Aiden groans. He’s been waiting for three months for his Wolf to find him, and to no avail.

“I could, you know… Try something more obvious,” Jaskier offers.

“Please.”

“It’s a cat now,” Geralt blinks. “Dark-skinned, dark-haired… cat.”

Lambert sighs.

“Yeah, I hate those fucking metaphors.”

“I’m starting to think I should have just… kept trying to find him,” Aiden sighs, staring out of the tavern’s window.

Jaskier, cheeks still flushed from his performance, downs his ale and shakes his head.

“Don’t give up hope just yet,” he says. “I’ve already made a few changes to the song.”

“Oh, have you?” Aiden smirks. “Does it now say Lambert, I’m alive you moron, stop hiding and fucking find me?”

“Well, not yet… But almost.”

“Great. I can’t wait to hear it.”

Lambert is staring at yet another local bard singing the fucking ballad. He doesn’t even blink. Geralt is getting a little worried that his brother’s brain might have actually exploded.

“It says a Cat Witcher now,” he says, hoping it would get a reaction out of Lambert.

The redhead finally blinks. That’s probably good.

“A Cat Witcher who comes back to life only to find out his Wolf lover has already avenged him,” Geralt adds.

Lambert blinks again.

“And you know, I’m almost sure that this Master Dandelion is just Jaskier’s new alias.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Lambert mutters when the song finally comes to its end.

“Which one of them?” Geralt smirks.

“Both of them!” Lambert growls. “I swear to gods, if I find out your stupid bard stole my Cat…”

“Excuse me, madam,” Geralt says to the innkeeper who’s just brought them their dinner. “Where did your bard learn this song?”

“That sappy ballad?” the innkeeper frowns. “From this Master Dandelion himself. He passed through the town last week with a Witcher.”

“And Master Dandelion…”

“You know the bard that calls himself Jaskier? It’s him with a fancy hat on,” she smirks.

“About this Witcher,” Lambert growls. “Does he look like in the song?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Kind of small for a Witcher, and almost too pretty, you know, but we had a little griffin problem and he slayed that beast like it was nothing, so…”

“I’m so gonna kill them both,” Lambert murmurs while Geralt has to try very hard not to chuckle.

“Would you happen to know where were they heading?” he asks.

“I would,” the woman says and looks at the Witcher expectantly.

“I see,” Geralt sighs. “You have another monster problem, don’t you?”

“Well. It turns out the griffin probably had a mate…”

“Of course it fucking did,” Geralt nods and picks up his fork. He simply refuses to deal with this with an empty stomach…

Jaskier critically eyes the clothes he’s picked for tonight’s performance.

“What do you think, Aiden?” he asks his companion. “Isn’t the purple a bit too much? It’s a small town, after all. Wouldn’t the steel blue look better?”

“I don’t know, I like the red one best,” Aiden shrugs from his spot on the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Reminds you of Lambert’s hair,” Jaskier says, rolling his eyes. “Melitele’s tits, I wish he’d find us already, because this is getting really–”

As if on cue, the door of the room slams open and a big, red-haired man walks in.

“You fucking bitch!” he yells when he sees Aiden.

The dark-haired Witcher beams and gets to his feet.

“Lambs!”

“Oh. Okay. That was fast,” Jaskier nods.

Lambert growls and grabs Aiden by the collar.

“Asshole!” he hisses. “I fucking mourned you!”

“Oh, honey, that’s so sweet,” Aiden smiles.

Lambert pushes him against the wall, so hard that Aiden grunts.

“I cried for you!”

“In my defense, it wasn’t exactly my fault,” Aiden smiles.

Jaskier inches towards the door.

“I guess I’ll just… leave you two to it.”

Needless to say, Lambert ignores him completely.

“I fucking avenged you!”

“Yes, that was very kind of you,” Aiden grins, utterly unaffected by Lambert’s angry face so close to his own. “You saved me a lot of trouble.”

Lambert groans, buries his face in Aiden’s shoulder and sighs deeply.

“You fucker,” he mutters.

“Yeah, I missed you too, puppy,” Aiden smiles, wrapping his arms around Lambert.

Jaskier, who’s already standing in the doorway, places his hand on his heart and takes a deep breath.

“Oh,” he whispers. “I shall write the most beautiful ballad about this… Ow!”

He’s unceremoniously dragged out of the room and this time it’s his turned to be slammed against the wall by a big, angry Witcher – but this one is white-haired and dressed all in black.

“Geralt!” Jaskier exclaims, his face brightening up.

“You won’t write a fucking thing,” Geralt growls.

“Is that so? May I ask why, dear heart?”

“Because you’re mine. My bard. And if I ever find out you’re writing about another Witcher again–”

“Then what?” Jaskier asks, cocking his head. “But before you answer, I’d like to remind you that I am not yours anymore, as you have made it quite clear on the mountain that you are not interested in having me as a companion–”

Jaskier is effectively shut up by Geralt’s lips pressing against his with determination that makes it absolutely clear that Geralt hasn’t merely lost his balance and happened to be falling in Jaskier’s general direction.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Well,” Jaskier sighs, slipping his fingers into Geralt’s hair. “When you put it like that… Fuck the mountain, I suppose.”

“Fuck the mountain,” Geralt agrees. “But I’m sorry. For what I said.”

“Apology very much accepted,” Jaskier laughs. “I’d ask you to fuck me, but I’m afraid my room is currently… occupied.”

Lambert’s loud moan only confirms Jaskier’s statement.

“Hm,” Geralt hums. “Do you think this tavern has a bath? I think I still have some griffin blood in my hair from last week.”

“Oh,” Jaskier purrs. “Oh, yes. And I’m sure I could get some chamomile oil…”

They hear another moan, this time Aiden’s.

“What are we waiting for, then?” Geralt grins and grabs Jaskier’s hand. “Come on, bard. We have some catching up to do…”

#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #lambden #lambert x aiden #idiots in love #(but mostly they're just idiots)#aiden lived bitches #major character resurrection #they're stupid your honor #my fics #attempt at humor

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willwriteforhugs · 4 years

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how stray kids asks you out <3

skz scenario - all members (individually) x reader

genre: fluff, dating au, angst if you close your left eye

word count: 1.6k (total)

warnings: some cursing, but nothing else :)

a/n: hello, lovelies!! this is my very first (posted) stray kids fic- i hope you all enjoy. it’s nothing major, but i really had fun writing it. if you’ve found me on the explore page, hello! i’m a hot mess. pls validate me by reading what i write.

just kidding.

maybe.

ANYWAYS- please keep in mind that this is written in a totally lighthearted way, and this is 100% fictitious. this is for entertainment purposes only. thank you for reading!

chan:

he is actually so shy about it :’(

but he knows he’s gonna go through with it

cause that’s the kind of person he is

he just wants his emotions to be out in the open

whether the feeling is mutual or not

so he just improvises

he approaches you with completely no context? like he just walks up and starts a convo but you can’t tell why

you think he’s just. being chan

but no

he’s pretty chill, actually

his face is so tho red but he doesn’t know that so don’t say anything

a few minutes in he kinda just snaps because he just couldn’t wait

“y/n-ah, do you wanna- i don’t know, get together sometime? are you free?”

this takes you off guard completely

he misunderstands your reaction *screams*

and he immediately regrets saying anything

but you scramble to reassure him

when you say you’d like to get together, he loses all humility

becomes a total flirt

this flusters you but the two of you have such CHEMISTRY

“so it’s a date?”

“it’s a date.”

minho:

is the type to completely deny his own feelings until the very last minute

plus, tbh

he probably thinks you hate him

so he has a hard time convincing himself to finally ask you out

but when he does...

he just bites the bullet (lmao pray for him)

walks RIGHT THE FUCK UP TO YOU

“y/n.”

when you respond he just kinda:

“will you go out with me?”

you also probably thinks he hates you too (go communication!!)

so you’re just like *surprised pikachu face*

but he just stands there and waits for your response

he’s sweating on the DL

but you kinda just go with it and say yes

he’s hella surprised but doesn’t wanna show his excitement

so he just smirks and is like

“okay. what would you like to do, and when?”

(just because he’s a cocky lil shit doesn’t mean he’s not a gentleman)

but he’s also secretly planning the whole first date in his head

will i hold y/n’s hand? what will they wanna do? should i-

- minho’s brain

(aw)

changbin:

is on the bolder side

(be careful with this one)

(he’s feisty)

he probably let his feelings fester for a long time

so this is overdue

but he spends the whole day shamelessly flirting with you

he finally just asks if you want to grab some food

you don’t even really realize it’s a date until he insists on paying for everything

this makes you all clumsy and embarrassed

but he thinks it’s the cutest shit ever

well now he’s clumsy and embarrassed (sobs)

TECHNICALLY he doesn’t officially ask you out until after this

he pretty much just straight up confesses

the audacity i can’t

“y/n-ah... i really like you- will you let me take you out? on a real date?”

* gesturing to the take out *

he isn’t embarrassed at all

you CANNOT stop looking at his eyes

they’re so genuine and loving that you almost forget to answer

once he gets confirmation he promises to both plan and pay for the whole thing, even as you protest

how are you already in love with this man

hyunjin:

poor hyunjinnie probably spent the last four months trying to decide how to ask you out

he’s been head over heels for you for a while now

and he knows he needs to make his move

(cause, let’s be honest- you’re a catch, and he’s protective. could i make it any more obvious?)

he ends up thinking that just being straightforward is the way to do it

so he spends the whole day just trying to get you alone

this is harder than he anticipated

so finally he just grabs you while you’re in conversation

and goes

“y/n, i’m sorry-it’s important, can i just talk to you a sec?”

you go with him, if not out of pure curiosity

literally the SECOND you’re alone he just swivels around says

“did you know that you are really hard to catch alone?”

and you’re kinda just like:

huh

but he continues

“anyways, i just had a question for you?”

“oh, okay. what is it?”

this is when the nerves hit him

“oh, uh- i guess i was just wondering- if you would go out with me sometime? nothing big, i just-”

you interrupt him without thinking

“yes.”

* cue one completely flustered and w h i p p e d hyunjin *

jisung:

is not shy at ALL

but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable

so he doesn’t make a big deal out of it

he spent a lot of time debating how to do it

but he decides to write a note (so cute)

he waits until you leave the room for a sec

he slips a note into your bag that just says

“date? -jisungie”

with a lil heart next to it

then he panics and just books it

when you find it a bit later you’re initially confused

but then it kinda hits you

you FREAK out and track him down-

only to realize you have no idea what you want to say to him

but he knows you too well

and he just laughs when he sees your face

this makes you laugh too, even though you’re nervous

when the two of you finally recover he’s just

“but really- please? let me take you out.”

you know your face is on fire

so you just nod

but that’s all the confirmation he needs

felix:

king of overthinking

we all know felix has EVERYTHING planned in his head

like, to a T

he’s been very stressed about asking you out, but he also doesn’t want to miss his chance

so he just thinks and thinks and thinks

he just wants it to be perfect for you

he decides to just hang out in the comfort of your home to do it

the two of you are just chilling (y’know. FRIEND THINGS.)

but he is completely in his own head

and you can tell

you get to be a little worried for him, so you just ask:

“hey- are you alright? you seem a little off tonight.”

he turns super pink and tries to play it off

but since you’re a stubborn piece of work, you pry a lil

and he cracks under pressure (I FEEL BAD OMG)

he finally just looks up and snaps:

“y/n- i’m really sorry. i wanted to to this well, and make it cute and romantic and have you fall in love with me in an instant. but you- god, you’re so nerve-wracking!”

you just sit there

completely flabbergasted

he bursts into awkward laughter, and between coughs he’s just like

“y/n, i was gonna ask you out. i’ve loved you for a while now.”

he continues: “but i guess i fucked up, didn’t i...”

you jump and interrupt him

and insist that he was being crazy- what was he doing letting his mind run free with that?

finally, to shut him up, you just lean over and place your lips over his.

seungmin:

is surprisingly confident

but also low-key has no idea what he’s doing

he decides to send you a text

he asks if you want to grab coffee, which you absolutely do

he doesn’t realize until later...

that he didn’t actually specify it was supposed to be a date.

oops.

but he kinda just goes with it, and the two of you maintain good conversation

finally he interrupts you mid-sentence and is like

“y/n, will you answer a question for me?”

you nod, and he continues:

“what is- uh- this- exactly? to you?”

* nodding down at your long empty coffee cups *

you don’t really understand the question (valid)

he kinda just sighs and starts laughing

“well. it was supposed to be a date. i’m just really bad at this.”

you just. cannot believe your ears

he just laughs harder and says

“so. can we try again?”

you start laughing too

and you know that even if it wasn’t the best first date,

you’d felt right at home.

jeongin:

poor baby is SO NERVOUS

he’s spent like,,,,

the last 6 days trying to plan how to finally do this

but he decides to approach you and let it try to come up naturally

you two carry a conversation for a few minutes and then he asks

“so...do you- you know- like anyone?”

your face turns bright red

you can’t stop thinking

does he know oh my god am i that obvious i-

but you end up just looking away and being like

“i mean- i guess?”

he can’t decide how to respond

because on one hand- that person could be him

but on the other hand, it’s more likely that it’s not, and then it would be awkward as hell for him to ask you out

he kinda panics

then against his own will he just goes for it

“y/n-ah. i don’t really know how to say this- but will you let me take you out? i really like you...”

his ears are RED OH BOY

his voice kinda just trails off and you can tell he feels insecure

but when you tell him yes...

he was literally born for this

he gets so excited and doesn’t hide it at all

thank you so much for reading!! p.s. my asks are now open, feel free to send in your requests !

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Manager!Seijoh Part 2

a/n: lmao this is kinda weird for me but i think this was an interesting request so lets try it!

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

lowkey kyotani kentaro typa beat but you gotta squint (??)

also warning! angst!

anon request: Hii! I just read the seijoh manager headcannon you wrote, it made me cry so much, i love those seijoh boys so much, and you are such an amazing writer! I dont know if requests are open or not but i was wondering what would happen if the boys ever find out what happened to reader cha? If requests aren’t open or if you just don’t want to write about it, I completely understand! Thank you for your wonderful writing again! Stay safe!

the stageplay was *chefs kiss* like MY MANS IWA WAS SERVING LOOKSSSS

soooooo

this might get really angsty idk so just a warning in advance

anyways

i mentioned in the earlier part that no one really knew what happened to you

so this one is when they DO find out what happened and what theyre gonna do about it

so first off, kyoken was basically the only one who saw you that day and saw how badly you looked

the thing is, at that current moment, he didnt really know the reason why and what happened

he had theories that you got jumped or you just got into an accident

but he was prettttttyyyy sure you got beat up

so you went home and rushed to yanno, take a shower and get your wound treated and cleaned so that it would heal bc you really cannot afford to let the boys see that

they would think of the worst at the smallest sight of blood on you and you really didnt want to deal w that chaos at the moment

you cant let them get suspended from school since they were going to interhigh soon and you cant let oikawa and the boys ruin their reputations just for you

a first year girl theyve just met

it was kinda hard to rinse all of the milk from your hair but you were able to at least get the smell out and clean up your mess

then you looked in the mirror and saw faint handprints around your throat from that girl miyo and you cringed as you touched it

‘jesus christ, seriously what does she eat? bricks?’

after your clothes were in the wash, you went to bed to get homework done and also looking up how to use the concealer to hide your bruises

you didnt really own any makeup but your mom has some so you could just use that

during dinner, you wore a turtleneck to prevent any suspicion from happening but you couldnt really hide the big gash on your face

‘y/n, what happened!’

‘i was dumb and accidentally fell up the stairs’

your parents shared a chuckle bc theyve actually seen you do this before so it was easy to believe the lie

‘darling, do we need to get you glasses? it seems your sight has worsened’

‘haha’

you went along with the joke but you weren’t eating and just pushed your food around

‘y/n? is the food not good?’

your mother asked but you shook your head with a convincing smile

‘its good! i just had some meat buns with the team earlier and i ate a lot so im still full’

you cursed at yourself for making it sound so rehearsed but you were relieved when your mother nodded

the next morning, you were satisfied with the reduced puffing of your face and you snuck into your parents bathroom where her makeup bag would be

as you held up the concealer, you started getting anxious because this was not the same shade as your skin and it would definitely raise suspicion if you had a different color on your neck than the rest of your body

you already planned to blame your wound as acne that you accidentally scratched but what were you going to do with the handprints?

the website you read said that it would take at least a day for them to fade

so you decided youd just wear a scarf and pretend you were cold

kunimi was confused as to why you had a scarf bundled around your neck and his eyes even widened at the sight of the bandaid on your face

‘y/n! what-!’

he shot up from his seat and your eyes widened before hissing at him to sit down

‘what happened to you?!’

he worriedly asked but you waved him off with a small smile

‘acne. this was the only available bandaid in my house so i had to work with this’

kunimi might be a lazy little shit but he was observant

and he noticed the way you said that sentence

it was like a robot

like a robot programmed to say what was written on its script

but before he could press on further, you already pointed out that the teacher was coming in and to hush so you could listen

the entire time, kunimi was awake alright, but he was too busy looking at you and a bright red thing that poked from the edge of your bandaid

kindaichi went to your classroom for lunch and you had to repeat your excuse for him but he pointed at another thing

‘why are you wearing a scarf? its like burning in here’

you didnt look at him as you just opened your bento

‘being in your period causes your temperature to fluctuate and cause unexplainable chill at even the hottest places’

okay what

they both shared a look and just shrugged, blaming it on your time of the month for the way you spoke with no emotion in your tone

this had to be the longest school day of your life

the whole time the scarf remained on and kunimi cant help but notice your flinches at the smallest of sounds

finally practice arrived and you really thought you could pull this off until oikawa barreled straight towards you and hugged you tightly

‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’

you cringed but nodded

‘im okay, oikawa-san’

‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’

‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’

*cue everyone busting a lung*

‘y/n, what’s the-’

‘acne. only bandaid available in my house’

eventually, everything was fine

you were still cracking jokes w the others and you were still laughing w them so kunimi and kindaichi were at ease

but that shattered when oikawa was being oikawa and was being all touchy and bothering you about the scarf around your neck that he ended up pulling it off and he saw the marks

he was silent, just staring at them

ofc you were freaking out and you started breathing heavily

oh god he found out and he was going to hurt them

‘o-oikawa-senpai, listen, it’s not what it-’

‘y/n’

his voice made your eyes shut in fear and the others crowded around you and they all had scandalized looks on their faces

‘is this why you werent in practice yesterday?’

his voice was sharp, a complete opposite to his normally cheerful tone

you shivered and sighed

‘senpai, please dont-’

‘who is it?’

the other third years shared a look bc they were truly shook at oiks voice

‘w-why should i tell you?! its none-’

‘i am your captain and i deserve to know who is pulling you away from your managerial duties so he could just give you these damn hickeys!’

the gym turned silent

you stopped then furrowed your eyebrows

‘hickey? what-’

‘dont act like you dont know, y/n. so just be honest and tell me who’s your boyfriend’

lmao i shouldnt laugh bc this was supposed to be sad but im cackling at how dumb oikawa really is sometimes

‘i-i,,,,’

you stuttered but you knew this was the perfect opportunity

you could just blame it on this ridiculous misunderstanding

its a difficult hole to get out of but it would be easier than the other

so you pretended to be flustered and turned around to hide your face

‘it was a one-time thing, oikawa-san. i promise it wont happen again’

HELLO WHAT

the team was leaking the feeling of RAGE

how dare someone take their manager!

she was theirs!

and it doesnt help that every player might have a little thing for you

is this really turning into a harem

oikawa kept demanding answers but iwa hit him enough to quit and they finally went back to practicing but they were still distracted

every time they looked at you, they would grow flustered and red and end up missing a block or a serve

they just cant see their baby manager like that

you noticed it quickly and irritably got on them

‘stop staring at my neck and get back to practice!’

they flinched and saluted at you

lmao this little first year girl is able to control nearly a dozen <5′10 men who are all older than her

but you were glad that they finally stopped asking about it

this was going to go by smoothly and you were going to be okay

however,,,

several days later,,,

this is an angst fanfiction so i will bring thy angst

you were taking out your class garbage since it was your group’s turn in cleaning the classroom when you were grabbed by the arm on your way back

it was still outside and after school so it wouldve been an unlikely situation that someone would help you

it was that biatch miyo again and her 2 minions behind her

then you recognized one girl from the track team who was actually a year older than you but you saw her dropping off some files in the office

if you tried to run, she could easily grab you w her fast legs

great

you were stuck

you let out a tired sigh and crossed your arms on your chest

‘what is it you want from me, again?’

she smirked

‘you really dont know how to listen, do you? i told you to stay away from oikawa but youre still flaunting around with him!’

is she serious?

this girl was borderline stalker/yandere type of girl

you gave her an incredulous look and frowned

‘girl, do you hear yourself? you damn crazy and im leaving’

but she grabbed you back and shoved you against the wall

but this time, you kicked her on the chest to make her fall on her flat booty

surprise was written on their faces and you stretched your arms in front of you to symbolize distance

‘one more step and ill beat tf out of you. i just got my nails off so id watch it if i were you’

miyo huffed and stood up, brushing herself, glaring at one of the girls who tried to help her

then she remembered what you told her

‘hmm? if you hit me, you could be kicked off of the team since you hurt another student. so, go ahead, little kouhai’

she was right

even if it was self-defense, the school’s disciplinary section sucked and just suspended or kicked off people left and right even though they didnt do anything wrong

you were stumped

you were here on a scholarship, not on tuition

your mom would KILL you if she found out you got into a fight and got a record

but you didnt show that and kept your tough facade

‘dont challenge me. i could be a crazy bitch and i dont think youd like your little face being all messed up. so watch your mouth and leave me alone’

you turned to leave but she grabbed your hair and tugged it back

lmao flashbacks to the other part

she twisted your hair into a ponytail and had a firm grip while a girl kicked you behind your knees so you would fall to the ground

oh no you were done w this

you elbowed miyo on the stomach the hardest you could and she groaned which loosened her hold and you kicked her again to the ground

some other girl hit your side and you winced before slapping her straight across the face bc you didnt want to punch her and hurt your knuckles

but they were really testing you

the last girl still had your hair but you twisted around to face her and just did the last you could think of that would hurt

hit her right between her legs

you finally escaped their hold and miyo lunged after you

‘oh my god leave me alone!’

you yelled before holding up your arms to protect your face but she scratched your arms

obviously you were losing this bc it was just you but you were going to fight as much as you can

‘bad kouhais need to be punished! your senpais need to teach you a lesson!’

miyo screeched and you grabbed her arm before punching her straight at the boob

sorry rebecca

however, one girl was smart and did the same thing you did to her knees and made you fall to a kneeling position and eventually made you curl into a fetal position

gurl we actually fighting so hard considering we’ve never been in a fight

they continuously kicked you before miyo pulled up your head so you could sit up and kneel in front of her

ofc you tried to grab at her and punch at her

but these other girls were able to catch you and trap your arms in their hold and had their feet on your legs so you couldnt kick

great, another bathroom scene

your arms were bleeding from miyo’s scratches and your sides were hurting after their kicks

you lost and you were already bleeding in places you didnt think you would

this would be the last attempt and if he doesnt come, you’re done for

‘IIIIIIWWWWWAAAAAAAA-SAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!’

your scream echoed throughout the entire are

possibly could be heard in new york

and your voice became hoarse

ofc the girls were surprised and caught off guard but when there was silence and clear that no one was coming, they started laughing

‘oh, so cute! iwa-san? is that supposed to be iwaizumi-san? heh, you whoring around w him too? thats so cute-’

‘LET. GO. OF. HER. NOW.’

I GOT CHILLS

the girls holding you shrieked and dropped their hold on you before scrambling back causing you to drop to the ground

miyo’s eyes were wide and there was horror all over her face at the voice of that infamous boy

kyotani kentarou

‘WHAT THE FK ARE YOU DOING?!’

he yelled and miyo turned around to be met with his piercing eyes before screaming and running away with her minions in tow

‘YEA RUN AWAY! FKING COWARDS!’

ltr the cursing is so awkward for me to do but this is his character and im just so awkward so sorry!!

you coughed and winced at the pain on your side which caught his attention

again, he noticed you as the manager of their team and you’ve been hanging out w him, well, just him staring at you, at the alley while you feed the animals

you were actually nice and caring and definitely didnt deserve this

‘oi, y-you okay?’

you didnt look up, just closing your eyes in pain and biting your lips to not let out the crying

his eyes softened at you and he noticed you were trying to act tough and brave even though you just got beat up

normally, he wouldnt even help anyone but it seems you just did something to him

he sighed before gently picking you up, you not even bothering to stop him, and he held you tightlyin his arms as he carried you to the nurses office

he had a feeling you didnt want to be seen like this and hes been in the nurse enough to know she actually leaves the moment school ends

you let out a shaky breath as he set you down on the cot and you opened your eyes to reach your hold for him when he went away

‘n-no, don’t leave-’

but he grunted softly before holding your wrist

‘im just getting your damn medicine. chill out’

lowkey getting bakugou vibes

you nodded and went to close your eyes again

kyo returned w some pain relief medicine from his bag that he carries

babie actually gets into fights often and he needs it sometimes

and he had alcohol medicine kind istg and bandaids for your arms

it was silent as you drank the pills and he sat down next to you so he could treat the wounds

but he let his curiosity take over him

‘why the fk did you let them do this to you’

he grunted and you scoffed with a smile

‘let? more like overpower me and grip me as they just hit me’

‘cant you fight them back?’

you glared at him

‘bruh i literally kneed some girl in their cooch but they just some superhuman typa girls that cant be hurt’

he sighed

‘maybe you just werent strong enough’

okay listen here you lil shit

you didnt want to listen to him scold you anymore so you just went back to closing your eyes

but kyo is actually lowkey nosy so he kept asking questions

‘the first time we met. was it her too?’

you flinched in surprise

‘you remembered that?’

‘ofc i did. you looked like shit. not as bad as this but still like shit’

‘gee thanks, stranger-kun’

‘kyotani,,, kentarou’

you smiled

‘nice to meet you, kyotani kentarou. im l/n y/n’

‘i know’

he mumbled but you didnt catch it

‘thanks for hearing me and coming to help’

he hummed

he wasnt going to tell you that he actually heard the scream for his idol and thought hed be there so he ran to go see him but instead saw you

kyo just respects and looks up to iwa-chan so much it warms my heart uwu-

once you were all patched up, you were finally able to stand but you still staggered

he grabbed your arm softly and sat you back down

‘what the hell are you going to tell the team?’

you paused then sighed

‘i dont know. ill figure something out’

but he knew how observant the players would be and they would catch on

after all, he was there watching at the top bleachers as oikawa yelled at you for the ‘hickey’

‘if they didnt hit your face, you could get away with it. but you have wounds all over you and theyd find out. im guessing youre doing this bc you dont want to trouble them or burden them? bc they would do something about it?’

you just stared at this guy

‘how-’

‘just a guess’

he also wasnt going to tell you that he was actually part of the team but the constant fighting got him in suspension

and the fact that his parents were donors for the school, he only got a tap on the wrist

‘so what do i do, then?’

‘tell them-’

‘no i cant do that! another plan, kyo-kun!’

‘oi, im a second year, idiot. treat me with respect’

the irony bc he totally treats oikawa like trash

‘i just,,,, oikawa-san is seen as this prince/gentleman type and i know how protective he is towards me so the slightest problem could cause him to be ballistic. miyo is popular enough to circulate rumors about him and hes already in his third year and she is too so i just have to endure one year until theyre gone’

kyo was disgusted

all this for that stupid idiot captain?

‘youre dumber than i thought’

you weakly hit him at the arm

‘so mean, kyo-san’

‘i dont think its right youre suffering for someone who isnt even worth it’

you glared and linked your fingers together

‘im the manager. i knew this would happen the moment i signed up but i didnt care. as manager, i have to keep up the team’s image and their popularity for support so i cant let all that be ruined just bc a little first year girl couldnt fight for herself’

‘just tell them, kid. less problems’

then he stood up to leave

‘kid?! im only a year younger than you! what you mean!’

but you were panicking

someone knew about you being hurt and they could easily tell the team

and it only increased when he entered the gym and later introduced himself as a player

you were so surprised that you stopped breathing

‘kyo-san,,,’

you muttered and he glared at you

well, more like look at you but i have a theory that kyo actually has problems w his sight so it looks like he’s glaring at you constantly but hes just actually trying to see clearly

‘yo’

oikawa was surprised at this interaction

‘eh? you know kyoken-chan?’

you nodded, still looking at the blonde

‘i-uh’

‘its none of your business’

kyotani grunted and you sighed in relief

maybe your secret would be safe

you were still uneasy about him accidentally revealing it, especially since he practically worships iwaizumi-san, but he kept his mouth shut

your caring personality at first was overbearing on him but he appreciated your efforts like volunteering on helping him with his eyeliner or asking him if he needed help with his medical tape

ngl, he also thought you were there just bc it was a team full of guys and you thought you could have that weird girl fantasy of having a harem

but you cared for them like practically a mother and continuously made it clear to oikawa that you were NOT interested in going on a date with him

you werent annoying, you were nice, and you weren’t pushy so he actually showed you respect and took a liking to you

this created a soft of protectiveness around you

sometimes, he would see you around school and he would practically glare at the girls he knew hated you

and when he wasnt there to protect you, you would call him to the nurses office where he would mumble apologies of not being there while patching you up before he would go over and threaten them to touch you again and he would bite their fingers off

aww hes so cute

ofc he still kept your secret bc it wasnt his business to tell

until that one day

it was normal practice with you helping the boys toss the balls so they could spike it

iwaizumi spiked it really hard making you flinch and he apologized profusely after you almost fell off the chair you were standing on in surprise

‘im just angry that that damn shittykawa is the captain and is late to his own damn practice’

oikawa? late?

that was unheard of

you were about to get off the chair and look for him when the devil himself entered the gym with the devil’s mistress on his arm

miyo was holding on to his arm as he laughed at something she said and ruffled her hair

you dropped the ball and kyotani quickly moved to you so he could stand in front of you protectively

‘oi! shittykawa! youre late!’

oikawa just smiled and pointed at the girl

‘miyo-chan made us cookies, iwa-chan!’

at the mention of food, the boys ran forward but you and kyotani remained at the side at the infamous name

you got off the chair and hurriedly placed an arm in front of him

‘don’t, kyo-san’

‘the bitch-’

‘i know. but please, dont’

you begged and he huffed before aggresively wrapping an arm around your shoulder

aggressively cares for you

‘if she does something or even talks shit, i will-’

‘kyoken-chan! y/n-chan! come here!’

oikawa called but kyotani snarled at him

you smile wobbled when miyo’s eyes narrowed at you and she smirked

‘oh? your manager is so cute, oikawa-kun!’

the rest of the team was just blinking at this weird tension

kyo had his arm tightly around you and hatingly glaring at this girl, who was icily smirking at you, and you tightly holding kyo’s shirt with a worried glint in your eyes

‘you were late to your own damn practice, oikawa. stop wasting time eating this shit and go back to playing’

tbh it still shocks you at how rudely kyo talks to oikawa but you were too pre-occupied on making sure this kid wasnt going to lunge at this girl

‘a-ah, right. oikawa-san, we have to return to practice. if you excuse us, miyo-san-’

you were about to gently grab oikawa’s arm to bring him back when she grabbed your wrist and secretly gripped it

‘oh, dont be so uptight, y/n-chan! i worked so hard-’

but kyo immediately snatched her hand away from you and squeezed it as tight as he could, making her wince

oikawa noticed the pain in miyo’s face and he was angry that kyotani was hurting a girl

‘oi! kyotani!’

he shouted and pushed him away, making the team, even iwa, worriedly look at kyo and brace themselves for the beating

iwa jumped into action and held the second year back while you jumped in front of oikawa

‘kyo-san, calm-’

‘you! be quiet’

he shouted, finger pointing at you

‘and you!’

before pointing to oikawa

‘you are a shitty captain’

‘kyotani!’

iwa was just straight out confused and hes really questioning life decisions right now

mom is stressed and confused, i repeat, MOM IS STRESSED AND CONFUSED

oikawa’s eyes narrowed but he just calmly talked

‘we’ll talk about this later’

‘miyo-san, we really need to practice so if you could see yourself out’

iwa gently smiled to the girl, who was about to protest, but makki and mattsun has already pointed to the door

she huffed then turned to leave and once she was gone, iwa let go of kyotani

‘kyotani, what the hell was that’

oikawa lowly asked and you were about to put your arms out to separate them but yahaba and watari grabbed you so you wouldnt be caught in the middle

then kyo turned to you, fire in his eyes

‘either you tell him or i will’

can we just talk about how protective kyo is?

you trembled and you roughly left yahaba and watari’s grip so you could gently place your hands on his chest

‘please, kyo. just leave it, okay? remember, it’s my busi-’

‘if i see that bitch enter this gym again, i dont give a flying fuck if shes a girl. ill beat the living daylights out of her’

‘kyotani kentarou, what-!’

oikawa shouted but your glare shut him up

‘y/n-chan, what is going on’

‘n-nothing. kyo-san is just, yknow, being him. you know? okay. now lets get back to practice, everyone!’

coach irihata and the other guy sharing that look

to say the least, miyo was pissed

and when she was pissed at you, she always did what she normally does

she corners you wherever its deserted and beat you with the help of her minions who holds you down while she slaps, hits, or kicks you

girlie you needs to tell the boys youre literally getting hit and abused and im just-!!!!!!!!!

and thats exactly what she did

only this time, she wore hard-tipped shoes

‘see, y/n-chan? i saved up and got these shoes just for you!’

the minions were just sharing looks of fear and genuine sympathy for you

they were only there bc she blackmailed them with pictures doing questionable things and if they dont help, they would be released

as usual, you didnt cry, biting your lip as you winced from the pain of her kick at your side

‘youre so pathetic. how could you do this to a person? and all this for your oikawa-san? for a boy?’

you wheezed at her causing her eyes to flare

‘HAH?! SAY THAT AGAIN!’

‘i said-’

but you were cut off when she slapped the soul out of you

her ring cut you at the lip and you cringed at the taste of blood from your lip

‘what else? we gotta hurry this up, miyo, because practice started like 5 minutes ago and im going to get yel-’

‘SHUT UP!’

kyotani entered the gym after his talk with his teacher and immediately looked around for you

his honey brown eyes scanned the area and they widened as your figure wasn’t in sight

‘oi, yahaba, wheres the manager’

the boy shrugged from the side

‘i dont know. shes late though’

oh god

‘kindaichi! kunimi! youre in the same grade right? did you see where she went after class?’

kunimi paused to remember before answering

‘she stayed after to talk to obe-sensei for the homework, that’s all i know’

that meant she stayed behind and was probably somewhere

‘SHIT!’

he shouted before bolting out the door

ofc the boys were all worried of his outburst and started yelling after him

‘kyotani!’

‘kyoken-chan?!’

they followed him, who was running as fast as he can

the girls would probably do it outside to avoid having to clean up their mess and he almost wrenched the door open in a hurry to take a lap around the school building

it was certainly a sight to see: a boy with dyed blonde hair and two brown lines followed after an entire volleyball team who were screaming after him

‘YOU-!’

he heard that bitch voice and bolted towards the back, where the dumpster was, and found you at the same position like the first time he saw you

blood was dripping on the floor from your busted lip and a cut on your cheek while your eyes were wide at the sight of kyotani’s panting form

‘kyo-!’

‘kyotani!’

your eyes watered at the sight of the entire volleyball team behind him, also eviqualiently surprised yet fuming angry

the girls who held you dropped your arms and ran for the hills so they wouldnt get caught

kyo pushed miyo aside as he grabbed you from the floor and held you

oikawa gave miyo a look that cannot even be described in words

all it was: incredibly, super, ridiculously, heatedly, furiously, angry

now multiply that by the entire team

‘hm, my father, who is the chieftain of the police, mentioned about there being jail time for even minors who commit serious acts like assault or bullying’

mattsun seethed

‘really? i think he’d like the video as evidence against kenta miyo for assault and battery, including bullying, so how many years would that add up to? nearly a decade?’

the girl miyo squeaked as oikawa and iwaizumi roughly grabbed each wrist

‘how long’

miyo trembled at the increased pressure on her wrist

‘IM ASKING YOU A FUCKING QUESTION! HOW LONG!’

iwaizumi has never shouted at a girl before and hopefully, it would be the last

‘s-s-since l-last month’

you burrowed your head in kyotani’s shirt

‘please dont’

‘shut the fk up, y/n-chan, we’re not talking to you right now’

oikawa coldly reprimanded

‘everyone, take y/n away. iwaizumi and i can take care of this. but mattsun, makki, track down those 3 girls and find others who have even touched our manager’

‘got it, boss’

if it was in a different situation, you wouldve applauded oikawa at his ability to be a leader but you were currently in pain from the bruises and the cuts all over you

your fellow first-years were angrily punching things in the nurse’s office

rip nurse in the morning when she finds holes all over her walls

the irony is, the most agressive one, kyotani kentarou, was the calmest as he quietly cleaned your wounds and placed ointment on the bruises

‘i told you so’

he mumbled and you scoffed

‘howd you find me anyways?’

‘dumb bitch yaps really loud’

he answered

no one was yelling at you and no one was saying a word

eventually, oikawa and iwaizumi entered followed by the rest of the third years

‘why. why didnt you tell us, y/n?’

oikawa asked as he sat down on the chair beside the bed

you looked down and fiddled with your fingers

‘if i did, you wouldve hurt her. and she wouldve spread rumors about you and ruin the image and reputation of the grand king and the volleyball team. i didnt want to do that to you and thought i could just endure it one year since youre graduating anyways’

iwaizumi sucked in a harsh breath

‘you wouldn’t have known what we were going to do. you are no oracle and you dont know how we are going to handle this situation. so you were really stupid for keeping these things to yourself, y/n. you may be our manager and our caretaker but let us take care of you too’

you nodded but your tears fell

‘sorry. im really sorry. i didnt meant to trouble you’

‘stop apologizing, y/n’

‘sorry’

‘y/n!’

you bowed your head low and bit your lip in guilt

‘i shouldve told you but i didnt and now everyone is troubled-’

‘we’re a team, y/n. youre not a lone wolf anymore. you have a pack standing right beside you’

watari mumbled and he sat down to give you his favorite hug: the one arm hug

‘im super angry right now and it might seem like im snappy but i really want you to know, y/n, that i really love you and i am just hurt that you didnt trust us enough to tell us you were suffering when i trust you with my entire being. so next time youre hurting or in pain, dont you dare keep it to yourself. tell us, okay? tell your senpais and friends about it so we can share that burden’

oikawa babie you are so mature like what-

what started out as a hug from watari turned into a team hug around the tiny bed, even kyo joined, and you were so happy you found a good team that appreciated you and everything youve done and accepted you as one of their own

‘oikawa-san, what did you do to miyo?’

‘again, im mad y/n-chan, so please dont talk about her right now’

‘iwa-san?’

‘dont use those puppy eyes on me! dont you dare-- okay, we’re pressing charges’

silence

‘WHAT?!’

‘and iwa-chan slapped her!’

‘WHAT?!’

‘shut up shittykawa you did too!’

‘WHAT?!’

a/n: this hurted a bit and im sorry if this was lowkey awkward and all over the place but i didnt exactly know how to portray this situation since ive never experienced this, just bullying in general, before but for those who have, please tell someone so that you dont have to carry that burden by yourself. it doesnt have to be a your parents, but talk to a trusted adult so that this type of stuff doesnt happen to you bc you truly dont deserve that type of treatment and deserve to be happy and feel safe in an environment like school or anywhere in general

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Title: Single Line Chapter 2

Archive: AO3

Summary: Will Sergeant Grey's prepared relationship paperwork for Tim & Lucy finally prove necessary?

Notes: Y'all asked for a sequel; and not long after posting the first part, I did happen to have an idea for a continuation.

"Chen!"

Lucy and Jackson looked up from where they were chatting about their latest arrest to see Tim coming toward them with a scowl on his face.

It had been a few months since Lucy and Tim had had their last shift together. From that time, they had transitioned into more an equal status as coworkers and become even better friends. Hanging out more off duty than they had while she was his rookie. Jackson had even recently pointed out that Lucy spent more off duty time with Tim than she did with Jackson, and they were the ones who lived together. She reminded him that since Jackson and her were now partners, they needed more off duty hours apart or risk ruining their friendship. He had asked her if she felt that way when she was riding with Tim, and she had chosen not to respond. But she definitely thought about it on her own; and realized that if given the choice, she would have spent as many hours with Tim as possible. Though she still refused to think too much about what that really meant.

All the same, she thought Tim had enjoyed the change in their friendship as well. He hadn't called her Chen in months. Not unless he was addressing her professionally with other officers around. And he certainly wouldn't have yelled at her in the middle of the precinct.

When Tim finally reached her and Jackson, he lowered his voice but the rigidness still remained. "You told my rookie we're married?"

"What?" That was not what she was expecting.

"WHAT?!" Beside her Jackson exclaimed more loudly.

Tim was temporarily distracted by Jackson's outburst which gave Lucy more time to think and realize what had happened. "Okay, this is all an honest misunderstanding. Yesterday, when you took that call for the bar fight, got slammed into a wall, and had to go to the hospital for a possible concussion; I heard about it and wanted to know what happened. But Jackson and I were guarding evidence so I couldn't leave the scene. So I radioed your rookie for an update. But your new rookie follows the rules more than you do. He is even more anal about the rules than Jackson was when we first started as rookies."

"Hey!" Tim and Lucy both turned to look at Jackson. Tim was clearly annoyed by his presence while Lucy silently pleaded with him to not make this worse. As much as Jackson wanted to watch this play out, preferably with some popcorn, he decided now was probably a good time to bail. He'd get the rest of the story from Lucy later. "I think I just heard Smitty call for me. So I'm gonna go be anywhere but here."

After Jackson quickly left, Tim turned his attention back to Lucy. "How does my rookie following the rules lead to us being married?"

"He wouldn't give me an update on your condition even after I told him I was your former rookie, and I'm your friend." She looked down as she quietly stated the rest. "So I might have insinuated that we were more than that."

When Tim hadn't said anything yet, Lucy looked back into his eyes. "I'm sorry. I was worried, and I didn't think about the repercussions. But it's going to be fine. He's not going to tell anyone else."

As if right on cue by fate, Tim and Lucy heard the booming voice of Sergeant Grey. "Bradford! Chen! My office! Now!"

Making haste, the pair filed into Grey's office. Both fearful of what he might say, but not wanting to give anything away in case they were wrong.

In almost stark contrast to his demeanor only seconds ago, Grey sat calmly at his desk while Tim and Lucy stood before him. "Officer Chen. Officer Bradford. Or should I say Officers Bradford, is there anything you wish to inform me about?"

Tim remained silent, and Lucy couldn't blame him. This was her fault entirely. "Sir, I'm to blame. Tim..." Tim shot her a quick look as if to say now was not the time to be informal. "Officer Bradford had no knowledge of my conversation with Officer Coleman, and I did not mean for that miscommunication to go as far as it did. I will, of course, inform Officer Coleman of the truth immediately."

To Lucy it felt like forever as Grey studied both her and Tim for some answer he seemed to be looking for in their body language. Finally, he spoke, "So I won't be needing this paperwork." He pointed to a folder sitting squarely in the middle of his desk.

"Paperwork?" She asked. Oh God, had he planned to write up an official reprimand over this? Was she still in trouble? She looked over at Tim who briefly met her eyes. He appeared worried for her as well.

"Paperwork informing the higher ups that two of my officers are in a romantic relationship and requesting that they remain in the same department provided they are capable of maintaining professionalism." Grey informed them with that classic lilt of his voice and a hint of a smile implying that he knew something they didn't.

"That's possible?" Lucy couldn't hide her surprise. She looked at Tim. "Did you know that was possible?"

He only looked at her briefly to shake his head before returning his gaze back to Grey. His stoic manner once again in place, but for a moment she thought she saw something in his eyes. A brief mixture of both hope and regret.

She turned back to Grey who began speaking as if he was waiting calmly for their attention. Not something he would do often. "It's rare, but it is allowed in special circumstances. However, since I won't be needing to file the paperwork today, I'll just put it back in my desk for later." He returned the folder to his bottom desk drawer. Taking notice that both Tim's and Lucy's eyes stayed on that very drawer until they snapped forward upon his sharp "You're both dismissed."

Just as they reached the door, he called back to them. "Tim. Lucy." They both turned to look at him. "The next time I'm informed of your marriage it better be because I was invited to your wedding." He smiled briefly before turning back toward his regular paperwork. Having silently dismissed them again.

Neither sure how to respond to that, they both quickly left his office. They could barely look each other in the eye before silently choosing not address the situation any further. Instead they both returned to their duties to finish out their shift.

By the time shift was over, the awkwardness still remained but walking to their cars together had become an end of shift ritual. Neither was eager to forego it so they walked in silence before reaching Tim's truck. Lucy managed an awkward goodbye and got only a few feet before she turned back around. They had never ended a shift without talking through their problems. Not since those early days. She couldn't leave it this way.

"I'm sorry," Lucy said before she could change her mind.

Tim looked back at her. "You already apologized. I'm not mad. There's nothing for you to worry about."

Lucy moved closer to him. "But there is. I didn't think it through when I let Coleman think we were married. I mean, I knew what I was saying. I knew what I wanted him to think. Because I wanted to know you were okay. But I didn't think about how you would react when he told you. And I realized later that when he spoke about your wife, you must have thought about Isabel. And I'm sorry for any pain that must have caused."

"I didn't," Tim stated. When Lucy looked at him curiously, he continued. "I didn't think about Isabel. In fact, Coleman's exact words to me when he first got in the shop today were 'I'm sorry I didn't tell Officer Chen about your condition immediately when she asked. I didn't know that she's your wife.' So after the initial shock, my only thought was 'I wish she was."

Lucy stood stunned. She watched Tim carefully for any signs that he was teasing her. That this was a trick. Like the one she played on him on their last shift. She regretted her false confession almost immediately. And for months now she had played back those words to him over and over in her head. Wondering just how false any of it really was. But in Tim's eyes she saw absolute sincerity. He meant it completely.

And suddenly that magnetic pull that had always been between them hit them with a full force. Moving toward each other quickly, they met with eager kissing. Lucy wasn't sure how, but at some point Tim had turned them around so her back was pressed against his truck. Only after they broke apart for air did it register to her that they had been standing in the parking garage kissing like they didn't care who might walk by at any moment. And it in truth, it didn't matter. Because Tim was leaning over her with his forehead resting against hers, as if he didn't want any space between them. Neither did she. Not when he was looking at her with so much love in his eyes.

When she finally caught her breath she asked, "Do you think Sergeant Grey will be annoyed with us if we tell him we need the relationship paperwork already?"

She was rewarded with a rare Tim Bradford smile and more kissing.

#Chenford #Chenford fanfic #Tim Bradford #Lucy Chen #Lucy x Tim #The Rookie fanfic #The Rookie #westwingwolf

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patchofsunlight · 4 years

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Backyard Boy | Sokka x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Mordern!AU | Sokka goes out on a date with his best friend, and it goes as perfectly as he longed it to.

REQUEST (by anon): “In my Sokka feels so I thought I’d request! Could be modern or not but the reader would be in the gang and is best friends with Sokka (who has a fat crush on her). One day he asks her to go on a picnic, just the 2 of them, she doesn’t know if it’s a date or not so she asks her gal pals for help getting ready. She and Sokka have fun (piggyback rides, eating food, making eachother laugh) at the end of their date they cuddle, look into eachothers eyes and kiss. Their friends called it! Thank you!💕”

WORD COUNT: 2.6k this is the first thing I’ve ever posted here with less than 5k I’m proud

WARNINGS: yes I made Jin from Ba Sing Se Y/N’s friend. I think there’s one swear word near the end? also just teeth-rotting fluff. a bit of angst if you squint but like just a little. bad editing as usual. kinda rushed? idk

PLAYLIST (songs that help set the ~vibe + songs that inspired me): Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz ; Electric Love by BØRNS, I Do Adore by Mindy Gledhill ; Lucky by Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat.

Hey! I had a lot of fun and smiled a lot while writing this, so I hope you guys like it too! It’s not perfect, but I tried my best. Feedback is always appreciated! Thank you for reading!

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“You know what? Maybe this was a bad idea, Jin. Maybe I got it all wrong. I should just cancel.”

“Absolutely not. If you cancel, I’ll be forced to punch you in the face, and no one wants that.”

“You don’t even have the guts to punch me in the face.”

“True. Well, I’ll just get someone else to do it.”

Y/N smiled nervously at her friend’s words, fidgeting.

Sokka and she had been best friends for a long while. They had met years ago and clicked instantly, falling in pace with each other so easily that “impressive” was a big understatement — friendship at first sight, he called it. And yet Y/N yearned for more, trying miserably to conceal her dazed smiles and flushed cheeks whenever he as much as looked her way. Her feelings were obvious, but she was too afraid to act on them: it was easier to just leave it alone, pretend the pounding of her heart when around him was ignorable, and maintain her dear relationship with pretty boy Sokka secure. Y/N would choose never having her feelings returned over losing him any day of the week, and it was probably for the best.

She couldn’t lose him, she refused to — he was more important than whatever love she gathered in her chest, than letting go of the suffocating confession always lingering on the tip of her tongue, and she simply wouldn’t let herself lose him.

Y/N was finally settling for the friendship and painful longing when the Water Tribe boy came to her during one of the Gaang’s movie nights, scratching his neck shyly and avoiding her stare.

“Hey, Y/N,” his voice was slightly high-pitched and he cleared his throat, blushing lightly, talking quietly so as to not disturb the others around them, “I—I was thinking—maybe we could, I don’t know, hang out? Tomorrow?”

“That sounds great, Sokka. Didn’t Toph want to try that new restaurant that opened near the Jasmine Dragon?” she replied almost absentmindedly, eyes trained on the scene playing on the television.

“No, Y/N, I—I thought—Well, what if it was just the two of us?”

Now that had caught her attention, “oh.”

“Yeah. It’s okay if you don’t want to, I—”

“I’d love to, Sokka.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly, cheeks reddening, and Sokka wondered if she could hear his heart skip a beat inside his chest.

“That’s great. I—” he couldn’t stop his own face from blazing pink, a grin taking over his lips, “I was thinking of a picnic?”

Cue to the present moment, in which Y/N freaked out about misunderstanding Sokka’s words because he had never really called it a date and she had gotten all excited about it as if that’s what it was but what if it wasn’t?

“I don’t know, Jin,” she peeked at her own reflection, noticing how pretty she looked and how flawlessly Jin had styled her hair. Spirits, Y/N had overdone it, hadn’t she? “Maybe he just wanted to spend some time with his best friend and I just projected what I wanted onto that and—”

“Y/N, stop,” the Ba Sing Se girl held her forearms to intercept the frantic movements, “I’m pretty sure he sees you as much more than a friend, okay? You guys have been dancing around each other’s feelings for years now, everyone sees it,” she widened her eyes to emphasize her words, “so stop being crazy and just go meet him! Even if we’re all wrong and he wants nothing to do with you romantically, you can still go and have a good time, right?”

“Right,” Y/N muttered in response, breathing deeply, “right, you’re right. I’m just—I’m just gonna go.”

“Yes! Good luck! It’s gonna be great, I’m sure of it!”

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Food, drinks, flowers, extra sweatshirt, the comfy blankets he had stolen from Katara’s apartment, all the courage he could muster, her favorite candy, the blue shirt she had said looked good on him. Yeah, it seemed like he had it all pretty much covered.

Sokka was nervous, yet confident. She had accepted to go on a date with him and he had done the best he could to make sure it would be a lovely afternoon Y/N would absolutely adore. Everything would go as planned and, if he was lucky, he would leave Y/N’s favorite park with a girlfriend.

However, nothing could have prepared him for finally seeing her. She looked as beautiful as always, but there was something about her shy smile and sparkling eyes that made his heart jump around so quickly Sokka thought it might just break through his chest and run towards her.

His best friend walked to him with hands behind her back, endearingly bashful in that old manner that had slowly creeped its way into Sokka’s thoughts and heart. He beamed at her when she reached him, and moved for a hug she gladly returned.

“Hey,” her voice was quiet and shy and it made the Water Tribe boy melt on the spot, “did I make you wait for too long?”

“No, of course not,” Y/N took a step back from the hug and he immediately missed her warmth. Spirits, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “Do you want to sit down? Katara helped me make those sandwiches you like.”

Her eyes widened in excitement, quickly remembering how easy it was to be around her best friend and how pointless it was to be shy with him, “yes! Sure!”

Their banter was lighthearted while they ate their sandwiches and sipped on some orange juice, laying on Katara’s soft blanket. He couldn’t help but admire her figure, her smile, her eyes, her voice, tuning out from her anecdote momentarily and simply appreciating her presence. He liked her so much.

Y/N paused when she noticed Sokka’s stare, gaze filled with affection sending chills down her spine. She stared back at him, feeling her face blush, “I feel like I should have brought something,” she complained, touching the candy bar the boy had taken off his backpack and smiling — it was her favorite one. “You put so much thought into this, didn’t you?”

He scratched his neck, embarrassed, “is it too much?”

“No, no!” she was quick to deny, lifting a hand up to touch his upper arm in reassurance. “It’s—it’s kinda charming, really.”

Sokka smirked teasingly, “oh, you think I’m charming?”

“You know I do, dumbass.”

Their eyes met and the Water Tribe boy could feel his whole body tense for being the subject of her attention, heart beating so loud he could hear it by his ear, unable to not ask himself if maybe she could hear it too. She smiled — her hand was still on his upper arm, but she moved it carefully until their fingers brushed. He smiled too, his thumb drawing gentle circles on her palm. As best friends, they had always been very touchy and loving with each other, yet both knew this was different. It was not like their friendly touches and hugs: it was softer, more hesitant, new. And they loved it.

“I’m glad you came,” he declared, finally letting his fingers fall in between hers, “I… I like to be around you.”

Y/N grinned, squeezing his hand lovingly, “I like to be around you too.”

Their small staring contest ended when she took the last bite of the sandwich and got her phone from her purse, turning on some music and positioning the object next to them in the blanket. Sokka grinned at her, aware of how much she just loved to listen to music while doing everyday things — he loved to be included in that little habit, loved to know she felt comfortable enough to let him be a part of it. It was a small gesture, but Y/N had once told him she avoided listening to music around others so as not to be a bother. He loved the fact she didn’t worry about that when next to him.

Spirits, he loved her. He had known it for a while now, yet being with her like this served to set it in stone: Sokka was in love with his best friend, and there were absolutely no doubts about it.

They talked softly over the nice melody, occasionally falling into laughter with crappy jokes and inside references that always got them cackling, fingers unconsciously playing with each other by their sides, finding comfort in the simple but intimate touch.

“Sokka! Listen!” she lit up suddenly, making him shake his head in confusion. Y/N stood up, pulling his hand with her until he did the same. Her eyes shone with agitation while she dragged him until they were standing on the grass, off the blanket.

“What?” his voice was as incredulous as he felt. “What happened?”

“I love this song,” she smiled brightly and his heart skipped a beat at the beautiful sight. The girl slowly but surely positioned his hands on her waist before circling his neck with her arms. “Dance with me, pretty boy.”

Sokka was entirely sure that wasn’t exactly a song you could slow dance to, with the funky rhythm and all, yet he didn’t have it in him to disagree. She swayed from one side to the other in a way that would give Zuko, who was trained in dancing, an attack of sorts, but he still loved it, letting her lead him wherever she wanted to. They danced in silence — Sokka kept admiring her features, watching as she hummed the song’s tune and gazed at the sky behind him. Sunset was nearing closer and the shades of blue were slowly being exchanged for oranges and yellows that she loved almost as much as she loved the boy in front of her. With that thought, she turned her eyes back to him.

“This is nice,” she muttered, content, and he smiled, planting an affectionate kiss on her forehead that killed every coherent idea in her mind, “really nice.”

Sokka snickered, “I agree, pretty girl.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and stepped backwards, crossing her arms defensively, cheeks reddening immediately, “don’t call me that.”

“Why not, pretty girl?”

“Because it makes me blush! Stop it”

“But you look so cute when you blush, pretty girl.”

“Stop.”

“Oh, come on, pretty girl.”

“I’m gonna punch you.”

“You could never, pretty girl.”

“You better run. One…”

He laughed out loud and she did her best to ignore both the pinkness to her face and the smile fighting to reach her lips.

“Two…”

Sokka couldn’t stop laughing while he took off, running away from her as fast as possible. His laughter was light and cheerful and her chest fluttered at the sound, extasiated by the fact she was actually responsible for it. Y/N ran after him with a big grin on her face, intent on catching her best friend. Laughing made it harder for him to take deep breaths so it didn’t take long for her to be able to jump on his back, creating an impromptu piggyback ride between the two lovers. Sokka was still wheezing when running with the girl on his back, making her scream in excitement.

He made sure the blanket was right underneath before throwing himself to the ground, bringing her along. She giggled as he turned around so she was laying on his chest, not on his back. He held her tightly in a hug and she rested her head on his shoulder after kissing his neck so softly Sokka was certain his soul momentarily left his body, pulse so accelerated he truly feared a heart attack. They waited for their frantic breaths to calm down, holding each other dearly, entangling their legs together. He could hear her sigh happily next to his ear.

They stayed in that position for long minutes, too stubborn to let go just yet, to give up on the indescribable feeling this type of touch caused them. Never before had Y/N felt this safe, her best friend’s erratic heart beating against her chest, his warm hands keeping her in place so firmly and still so gently — she always knew she had feelings for this boy, but now she couldn’t help but think of how she wouldn’t mind staying by his side forever. She wouldn’t mind listening to his stupid voice forever, wouldn’t mind being next to him forever. That realization was enough to stir her from her spot atop him, moving under his reluctant arms until her forearms supported her upper body and she could lift herself to look at him.

He was so beautiful, and, Spirits, she loved him so much.

Y/N ran her hands through his messy hair, making him hum in delight. She smiled.

“I love you, Sokka. So much.”

He smiled back, heartbeat picking up under her skin, “I love you too, pretty girl. More than I could ever put in words.”

They leaned in at the same time, lips molding together tenderly. She tasted like candy and he revelled in every second of it, bringing a hand to hold her neck as he deepened the kiss — nothing had ever felt so right.

Sokka followed her lips blindly when Y/N distanced herself and she chuckled, pressing an endearing kiss to the tip of his nose before blurting, absolutely embarrassed, “you know, before I came I was freaking out because I thought maybe you asked me out as a friend.”

He laughed and she loved the way his chest rumbled underneath her, “you’re unbelievable! Are you kidding?”

“I’m not! Ask Jin, she wanted to kick my ass because of it.”

“You’re an idiot. I have been in love with you for so long, I thought it was obvious!”

“It probably was, but we both know I’m bad at taking hints.”

“Not just bad, you’re the worst at taking hints.”

“Okay, now you’re overdoing it.”

“Shut up and kiss me again, Y/N.”

“Well, if you insist…”

“I do.”

The girl giggled and smashed her lips to his again, feeling her heart full with happiness and love. She questioned herself why she had been so nervous about this in the first place — Y/N should have known there was no way something could go wrong if she was accompanied by her favorite boy in the whole world.

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The phone rang twice before Jin’s voice came on, “hello?”

“Hey, I just got home.”

“How was it? Did you have fun?”

“Well…”

“Oh, no,” she was immediately worried out of her mind, afraid of any bad news her friend could possibly deliver after what was supposed to be a great date with the guy she was in love with, “did something happen?”

“Yeah, kind of,” Y/N bit her lip to hold back a snort, heart not entirely calm yet, excitedly remembering all the sensations Sokka made her feel.

“What, baby? Talk to me.”

“I got a boyfriend.”

One second of silence.

“OH, I FUCKING CALLED IT! I TOLD YOU HE WAS IN LOVE WITH YOU! I TOLD YOU!”

“That’s true.”

“I TOLD YOU IT WAS A DATE!”

“You surely did,” Y/N had a large smile on her face, skin still tingling with the reminder of his touch against it, lips itching to be pressed to his again.

“I love being right,” she could hear the grin in Jin’s words and it made her smile grow ever larger, “now you know to never doubt me, stupid ass.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

that was it!! I hope you liked it!!

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fanfic-me-up · 4 years

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okay so i kinda got carried away with this one??? i just really love this idea and how freaking fluffy it is! so thank you for submitting it @peachy-yabbay! 😊 also lowkey im sorta falling in love with kaminari?? like he’s so fun to write and i had a smile the entire time. anyway i rlly hope you enjoy!

Feel free to request more here. I write fics, drabbles, and headcanons 💖

Also, I have a yoga fic already posted with bakugou x fem!reader so if this doesn’t satisfy your need of bakugou being a flexible pretzel and failing you can read more here 😂

Bakugou Katsuki

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

like Bakugou prides himself on going to the gym everyday, but he focuses on strength training and muscle building

the art of flexibility takes time, effort, and perseverance

he gets super frustrated when he can't get the splits in 2.5 seconds

“Careful or you might pull something.”

he ignores you ofc bc for some reason he thinks he’s gonna get the splits if he just - forces himself???

“seriously, Bakugou, don’t push so much-”

“Shut up I know what I’m - OW SHIT FUCKING HELL”

poor bby is on the ground cradling his thigh bc he pulled his hamstring

And lemme tell you THAT SHIT HURTS 😭

he’s literally screaming bloody murder

-like he’s faced a lot of pain from hero training but pulling your hamstring is just so. much. worse???

you grab an icyhot pack (aka you grab Todoroki lol) but Bakugou’s just like “hell no fuck off half n half”

“Must be bad. I heard you crying from downstairs-”

“I SAID FUCK OFF” Todoroki shrugs and leaves.

you roll your eyes at Bakugou’s stubbornness and grab some muscle balm instead

“Tch. I can do it myself” but you ignore him and rub the balm on his thigh, he doesn’t fight it

after that whole fiasco he finally listens to your warnings when you tell him that's enough

he’s in the splits in a little over a month!

“Oh my god, Bakugou, you’re doing it!”

“Tch. I know.”

you don’t miss the small smile on his face

he goes up to you later and shoves something in your hands

“Um. What’s this?”

“A movie ticket” you stare at it blankly, he rolls his eyes

“I’m taking you to the movies tonight, dumbass.”

“Like a date?” you stare up with hopeful eyes

“The fuck? No! As payment.”

you blink, clearly confused

“You know… for helping me with my stretches.”

Oh.

you blush in embarrassment at the misunderstanding

“I’ll meet you out front at 7. Don’t be late.” he walks off, but before he reaches the corner he stops-

“Ugh fine! It’s a date! Happy!?”

you erupt in the biggest smile

he wants to be the only one to make you smile like that from now on

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is impressed with how flexible you are, and you’re quite surprised when he asks you to help him

the most aloof - and handsome - guy in your class you’ve barely spoken TWO words to has come to you for help??? is this a dream? someone pinch you 👀

but there you are, the next day in his dorm, gently pushing his hips down

Todoroki’s working on his warrior/scorpion pose (ya’ll there's so many names for this pose jfc the one where you’re standing on one leg, back arched, and you’re holding the other leg above your head)

he’s sweating and breathing heavily, and when you go to steady him, you actually burn your hand on his bicep.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

he’s hovering over you the next second, you show him your hand, a blister already forming

“Damn it. I still have trouble controlling my left side,” he looks away from you, clenching his fists, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you blow cool air on the wound to stop the tingling, “all better,” you smile up at him

“Here, let me,” he pulls his shirt up to reveal his stomach and places your hand on the right side. You sigh in relief as your hand is instantly cooled.

Uh oh.

you realize where your hand is currently pressed against 😳

you’re so tempted to trace along the hard contours of his abs

“Y/N? You’re burning up.” he touches your cheek, your heart doing somersaults at the closeness

“Oh-kay, that’s enough for today!” you squeak, running away from a thoroughly confused Todoroki

Todoroki shows excellent progress in just a couple weeks. He says it’s because he has a great teacher, but you know it's his work ethic and how he listens to your advice and applies it flawlessly.

He’s even gotten better at controlling his left side since he’s constantly relaxing his muscles to get deeper in the stretch.

it happens during warm-ups before training

Class 1-A goes into some stretches when you see Todoroki go into a perfect scorpion. His back perfectly arched and his leg reaching above his head.

“Oh my god, Todoroki, you’re doing it!” you clap your hands in excitement

“Am I?”

...is this boy for real? lol

“YES” you laugh at his stoic expression

“I see.” He softly comments before going into another stretch.

your shoulders deflate, disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he cracks a small smile and your breath is taken away by the simple gesture. It’s rare to see him with such a soft expression, and the fact that you’re the reason for it sends your heart aflutter.

AND bc he’s totally oblivious to your current state, he goes up to you and whispers, “you’re an amazing teacher, Y/N”

“It was n-nothing re-really it was a-all you!” you laugh awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes.

“How can I thank you?”

“It-it’s really n-not necessary!”

“Hmm…” he walks away deep in thought and you’re just standing there like the stuttering mess you are bc how dare he walk away like nothing!?

Mina’s got your back tho bc frankly it's quite sad how awkward you are and how oblivious Todoroki is that she NEEDS to become the captain of this ship stat

She “casually” suggests to Todoroki that he should take you out to eat as a thank you for helping him.

and when he walks you to your door that night he says, “I hope you enjoyed our date”

“D-date?” cue the butterflies in your stomach

“Was it not a date?” You’re pinned by his intense gaze, but you manage to squeak out a “yes!” in your confused daze. He chuckles at your nervousness

“Have a good night, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek

and when you give Mina the details of your date there’s a bunch of squealing from her end and you’re just like 😳 the entire night

Kaminari Denki

“Woah, Y/N, you’re really flexible. Can you put your foot over your head?”

You show him and he’s totally amazed. “Cool! Can you teach me? I wanna put BOTH legs over my head!”

first day of stretching with Kaminari is… def a day you remember

“Ow ow! Y/N, don’t break me!”

“Denki, I’m not even touching you!”

He looks up where your hands are on your hips

“oh... heh” he gives you a sheepish smile

You roll your eyes. How you’re gonna get this boy flexible enough to put his foot over his head is beyond you, but you’re happy it’s going to take a while - it means more time spent with your crush

You spend an hour with Kaminari each day to perfect his stretching routine (It should only take about 20 minutes, but the boy’s got the attention span of a newborn puppy)

“Woah check out that cloud, Y/N.” Kaminari looks in awe at the sky. You sigh, not again

“Denki, we’re not done, get back in the stretch”

“Look Y/N,” he points, “doesn’t it look exactly like baby yoda?” He lies down on the grass to gaze at the clouds

“Oh my god, Denki, I’m gonna kill - oh wow…” you gaze up in awe at the cloud, “baby yoda…”

You and Kaminari spend the rest of the hour cloud gazing

After literal MONTHS of getting on Kaminari’s ass he can FINALLY put his legs over his head.

He calls out to you during a training exercise, “Y/N LOOK I DID IT!”

“NOT ONE BUT TWO!” he points at both of his legs with a huge smile

You feel a rush of happiness because even after how frustrated you were with him at times, you would do it a million times over if it meant getting to see such a pure smile.

“Congrats!” you say, “Now, stand up so I can give you a hug!”

“Um…” he sheepishly looks up at you, “I’m kinda... stuck?”

You roll your eyes affectionately, “the things I do for you.”

You’re about to help Kaminari when Bakugou shoves him backwards giving everyone in class a clear view of his ass in the air 😂

“Hah, dumbass.”

Kaminari waddles helplessly side to side

“Y/N?” he squeaks, “a little help here?”

Later that week he tells you he found a yoga class for both of you to take and you’re surprised. He still wants to spend time with you?

But then he says, “Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I wanna spend time with the coolest person I know?”

You choke on your tea, in disbelief at his words - that was a huge compliment and you know Kaminari is a very open person so you just brush it off with an “Oh stop it…”

“No I’m serious, Y/N, you’re awesome. Like super awesome,” he gives an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of his neck

“I’ve been thinking… maybe after yoga, we can, i don't know... hit up the arcade or something? Or it doesn’t have to be the arcade, it could be anything really!”

You’ve never seen Kaminari this flustered before. He’s the type to brush off his mistakes with a laugh, always moving on to the next moment.

“No, the arcade sounds fun!”

You reassure him and the confident light in his eyes returns

“Oh and Denki?”

“Yeah?”

“Prepare to get rekt in mario kart”

This starts a whole ass play fight about who’s gonna get dunked on when racing down rainbow road

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besanii · 4 years

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Promts for wangxian:(non cultivater au)(this is a pirate/bandit au) (with classy dancing and thievery)(btw this is supposed to be sorta light with bits of angst)

Wwx and lwj are both thieves and they are trying to steal at the same super fancy party but then they meet for the first time on the dance floor and ballroom dance (like group dancing like from cheesy British period shows)while conversing and stealing from the rich snobs around them. Neither notices what the other is doing, and then they have to leave before they get caught. They don't pick pocket eachother but they do steal...each others hearts. Cue misunderstandings about both of them thinking the other is a snobby rich person and then justifying to themselves and to their siblings (lxc and jwy)(jyl is super supportive and so is lxc but he has more trepidations) that the other can't be that bad and maybe they r the exception to the snobby rich people clique

(in reality lxc is motivated by heartbreak and rage bc he trusted jgy but jgy used him to get insider info about the lan fam and the jins drove the lan family to ruin even tho they were awesome and helped support their area. So he and lwj teamed up with the bandits nie(whose father was killed by wrh) to steal from the rich and trashy jins who are spending all the country's money on lavish parties and horrible ness and r rumored to be starting a war soon and r bankrolled by the pirates wen who have wrh as a Duke or the equivalent and his eldest is business face while his youngest is the pirate of the operation with wen zhulio and they r terrible and attack shipments and get the goods to the jins)

(the jiangs were a merchant family and also supported their area and were not terrible trashy rich people but the wens r pirates and they attacked all the jiang ships,stealing all their merchandise. Madam yu and Jiang fengmian tried to secure a trade alliance back when the jins started to skirt over into Jiang business with the neighboring country( the one the jins and wens r thinking of attacking) but are presumed dead at sea bc wen chao and wen zhulio attacked their ship. Then older bro wen(wen chaos bro who's name im forgetting) comes and occupies lotus pier bc "wen chao ran off years ago we haven't heard from him im here as a friend" officially they r there to offer support but unofficially they r there to secure the trade routes and take advantage of a grief striken jwy and they do so, sending jyl to jinlingtai as a political prisoner(funnily enough lqr is also a political prisoner but he's there bc he's a famous philosopher and teacher). so jwy and wwx are evacuated by the dafan wen clan of seaward doctors and presumed dead when lotus cove gets set on fire by the wens to cover the tracks of terribleness and to send all the trade routes to jinlingtai while lotus cove is "rebuilding". Jyl knows they r not dead bc wwx sends her notes and her guard is song lan and xxc and they help keep her up to date.btw jwy and wq r possibly dating bc he recognizes that she and her fam saved him and his bro and they r really happy bc there is no core swap and he and wwx r chaos bros and happy and he's dating wq and they killed wen chao a bit ago so he's like on cloud nine and bc this is a noncultivater au wwx doesn't resort to demonic cultivation he's just awesome with a sword and has a pirate swagger. Wq is the captain, jwy is like 2nd mate. And wwx is like the head of the group on boarding missions and such with wn as his second anf wen yuan as his adopted son and they all get together and plan raids and study trade routes with the Intel jyl sends to them from the inside. Jyl is in a relationship with miammian who is an ambassador from the country that the jins and wens r thinking of attacking.)

So the lans/nies are bandits and rogues and the jiangs/dafan wens are pirates and both are robbing the wens and the jins nobles and staging highway heists and seaward piracy

Anyway so neither the lans nor the jiangs know about eachother bc is a difference of terrain and they haven't interacted before but wwx and lwj meet at this party and they fall in love but with the hijinks and funny ness of thinking your love interest is a rich dude u r probs gonna have to rob at some point but they r so lovely and then they keep meeting up and eventually team up and take down the jins and evil wens and eventually establish order again.

Funnily enough nhs knows wwx bc they were bootleggers together before the jiang fallout but nhs does nhs and sends lwj to a party he knows wwx will be at(he does hook them up he loves them both and wants them to be happy) (also he hooked his bro up with lxc)

Hahaha I don’t think you need me to write this??? It’s already all fleshed out XD

#hilariousseagoat #asks

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hobiiwan · 5 years

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I need some sad, angsty Mando content!! Like... maybe if Mando cheats (or almost cheats) on the reader and then the reader is like ah beans frick and Mando is super guilty and tries to make up for it? A happy ending would be appreciated. This is so specific sorry

combined with this request!

you haven’t been a part of mando’s crew for very long

but you like to think you’ve dented that beskar wall and gotten into his heart!!

comparing to when you first met him, with days of silence, carrying tense air wherever he went

you guys have gotten much more comfortable around each other

he talks more now, and not just replying with one-worded answers

he initiates conversations and actually tries to keep it going, for however long he can without imploding

when you see him pausing and struggling to find words, you chuckle and take the wheel

he’s much more comfortable with listening to you talking

you worry that it might be annoying, but reassures you that he doesn’t mind

you pretend you don’t hear the very, vERY silent whisper of “it’s cute.”

yall have been doing so well

and maybe, jusT MAYBE

he might like you too :’))

there have been increasing instances where you notice him glancing in your direction when he doesn’t think you’re paying attention

and you deF notice how his hand hesitates to leave your side when you’re wading through busy markets together

he claimS it’s ‘foR safetY’ but sure jan

you know it probably isn’t a great time for either of you to be getting into any kind of relationship rn

but he’s!! just!! so!!!!!

you can’t deny the way your heart pounds a lil bit harder whenever he’s near

he can’t either

so when you arrive on the woody planet of sorgan,,,,,

and a certain widow seems to take a liking to the man,,,,,

it’s not hard to notice when they talk as though you’re merely a shadow in the room

and how her glances at him feel a bit too meaningful

you try to chalk it up as you being in over your head

you have no right to be jealous, you tell yourself

but,,,, the morning after the whole raid goes down

you’ve just been talking to your new acquaintance cara dune, whom you surprisingly get along with very well

and you look over, eyes landing on omera and mando

she’s got her hands on his helmet, and although mando stops her, you don’t miss the way his touch lingers on her wrists

you feel like you’ve been punched in the throat

you bear no ill will towards the woman; she’s fed you, given you a roof to stay under

but it just kinda sucks

you feel so stupid,,,, thinking mando would ever take any interest in you

why wouldn’t he like omera? she’s a kind, strong and independent woman

plus, she definitely knows a thing or two about parenting, which you definitely don’t (when it comes to the Child)

siGh

after all that goes down on sorgan with the klatoonian raiders, you come to terms with the fact that you and mando just aren’t going to happen

but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt

you attempt to distance yourself from mando, clipping your sentences short and never staying too long when the man enters the room

meanwhile

mando is CONFUSED

he doesn’t know what to do

he talked to cara back on sorgan before the whole omera-helmet thing

wherein cara brought to his attention of how fond he seemed to be of you

you’d have to be blind to not notice it, she quips

he tries to deny it, but she rebukes him, saying that he radiates big “i

“seriously, man, if i stay around you for too long, that energy’s gonna pass onto me, then i’ll start catching feelings for y/n.”

to which his eyes almost bulge out of his head bc deAR LORD WHAT IF CARA DUNE GETS TO DATE YOU AND HE DOESNT

god knows cara dune has the power to get anyone she wants

“relax,” cara laughs at mando’s spluttering panic, “she’s not my type.”

“besides, she’s already got eyes for somebody else.”

cue confused mandalorian

“it’s you, genius.”

,,,,,,,

huH

it’s not long after you depart from sorgan that mando finally confronts you

he doesn’t know how to start

he’s a renowned bounty hunter, and yet talking to the person he has feelings for has him in shaMBLES

“i’m sorry.”

now you’re confused

he has you cornered, so now you’ve got nowhere to run to avoid the conversation

he knows you too well

daMn

now you’ve got no choice but to talk

being in such close proximity with him is bringing back aLLLLL the feelings you tried so hard to ignore

“why are you sorry?” you ask, refusing to meet his eye

“i know you saw me with omera,” he says, but continues quickly when you open your mouth to object, “but it was a misunderstanding, i promise.”

your face heats up at getting caught being salty

“mando, you don’t have to apologise,” you say quietly, as seemingly nonchalantly you can muster, “it’s not like we’re together; you can date whoever you want.”

the man places a hand on your elbow when you try to wriggle out of the situation you’ve gotten into

“but,” he says, and pauses

your eyes water, waiting for him to continue.

this is probably going to hurt

you brace yourself for the words to hit you

“but what if we were together?” he asks so gently, you almost miss it

the air is knocked out of your chest

whEWWWW

that is noT what you were expecting

your face lights up in hope, and mando feels his heart clench for ever making it dim

“but you and omera? you guys seemed verY fond of each other.”

he sighs, resting both hands on your shoulders

“i’m fond of you. she understood that.” he states firmly

your eyes are wide as you stare up at him

THIS BETTER NOT BE A DREAM BC YOU WILL BEAT WHOEVER WAKES YOU UP

the mandalorian’s heart is beating so fast, it’s going to jump through his breastplate

he really hopes cara was right

when you wrap your hands around his torso and pull him into a tight hug, he’s really glad cara was right

“i’m sorry i got jealous, it was wrong of me,” you apologise sheepishly into his chest

his heart’s gonna explode

what he wouldn’t do to kiss you right now

uM probably take off his helmet lol

he winds his hold around you tighter, and rests his cheek atop of your head

you’re tucked into him, like your body was made for this

“i’m sorry i made you doubt how i felt about you,” he sighs, “to clarify, it’s a lot.”

you pull back to cheekily tap his helmet and grin, “i like you a lot, too, mando.”

his heart busTS A FAT ONE

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sestra-inestro · 5 years

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Part of the Team (3/?)

Miniseries for @mushyjellybeans writing challenge. Hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: fem!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Reader wakes up surrounded by people she knows but she doesn’t know enough to understand their reactions to her waking.

A/N: I just really wanted to get this chapter over with, I was sick of it. I’m also not a doctor, I only spent a brief time in hospital recently so I still have no idea what I’m talking about but its fiction anyway. I also just started writing chapter 5...you guys got something coming because that shit made me sad,

Warnings: Slight amnesia, nothing really. Possibly typos - idk once again, I’m lazy and trust a program I downloaded to fix my mistakes.

You could hear the voices of people around. Simple conversations and deliberate teasing.

“If I threw one of the chairs out the window, how many spins do you think it would before it hit the ground?” You heard a male ask.

“If you kept asking me dumbass questions I’m gonna throw you out the window. How many spins do you think you would do?” Another male said in response.

There was a pause.

“I mean we’re pretty high up so probably a few. It depends on the spin of your wrist.”

“God, do you ever shut up?”

“How about both of you shut up?” Another male butted in.

There was another pause.

“It was just a question.”

There was then what sounded like a clutter and someone struggling against someone else.

“Stop it now.” Someone growled.

Then a door opened.

“I’m gonna have to ask some of you to leave. Fighting in the patients’ rooms is not tolerated.” A woman’s voice told the men and there was no argument as a shuffle of feet followed out of the room then the door closed again.

The silence was cut short by the sound of fabric rustling next to you and a squeeze on your hand. You felt someone caressing the back of your hand and your fingers and a pair of lips connected with the palm of your hand.

Feelings the affection, you willed yourself to move your fingers, but you couldn’t just yet.

The door opened again and a woman’s voice. “Just a check-up.” Another woman’s soft voice hummed in response next to you. As you felt movement around you, you managed to move your eyes around, eyelids becoming less and less heavy and you could finally see some light. The dull light in the room came with a sudden wave of nausea and pain. Which caused you to groan.

The person next to you moved so fast another small wave of pain went through you.

“June?” She spoke and squeezed your hand.

You squeeze your eyes shut again as pain throbbed in your temples.

“Oh, June.” The woman sounded like she was sobbing.

Coming to your senses, she sounds familiar. Those men sounded familiar.

“It’s best if we give her some room, Ms. Romanoff.” Another woman’s voice said.

The door opened again.

“June? June, honey can you hear me?” A male called to you.

“June, We are your nurses Luke and Amy. Can you hear us?” The same woman’s voice said.

“She’s responding?” Said a different woman.

“Yes, doctor.” Said the man.

Too many people in the room now, you try to open your eyes but more pain came.

“Hurts.” You groaned.

“Alright, June is okay.” Said one of the women. “We are going to give you some Morphine, does that sound good?”

You groaned in response as you felt a rush of cold go through your arm. Soon enough the pain started to smooth and it became bearable to open your eyes.

The first thing you see is a beautiful woman with velvet red hair, tied back but falling out everywhere. Her worried, green eyes peered down at you. Nat was here.

“June?” Asked another woman. You look to your left to see a woman in a white coat next to you. “Can you tell me your date of birth?”

You mumble your date of birth to her like muscle memory.

“Okay good.” You watched her through strained eyelids as she scribbled something down on the pad she was holding. “Do you know what country you were last in?”

You thought for a moment. “United States?” You doubted yourself, it felt like a distant memory of being in the United States.

The doctor studied you for a moment before nodding to herself.

“June you are actually in London. You’ve been here for a long time.” She said. “I’m am your doctor, Dr. Patel. And you have been unconscious for the last week.”

You frowned at her. You don’t even remember you became unconscious in the first place. Now you’re in London.

You looked to Nat very confused. Your mind was all muddled.

“Nat, happening?” You asked her.

She watched your eyes with hope. She hoped that you had remembered your time together but she dreaded you remembering the treatment that you suffered while they thought of you as a traitor. But, also dreading needing to tell you again.

Nat leaned forward and grasped your hand. “You got your head, June. You were on a mission here and you were hurt.” She told you.

You were slightly taken aback by her tenderness towards you, as if you weren’t used to her touch anymore, or at all.

“Was anyone else hurt?” You asked.

“A few others, but they are all in their separate rooms. And the team is here too.” Nat reassures you.

On cue, the door opens and in steps in Fury, Clint, Bucky, Sam, Steve and a woman who was almost Steve’s height with a strong sense of authority. She reminded you of Fury. And you heard Clint, Sam and Bucky arguing before.

“Hey, guys.” You smile at them.

The men’s worried faces turned into ones of soft smiles. Bucky waved at you from where he stood.

“Hey there, June.” Steve said.

“So, none of the team got hurt? Just me?” Your words made Nat pause.

“June, what’s the last thing you remember?” Nat frowned at you and ran her thumb over the back of your hand.

You stumbled over the thoughts in your mind. Your memories felt so jumbled and a mess that it made your head hurt again.

“I don’t know.” You uttered out after a moment of thought.

“June.” The tall woman stepped forward. “Do you know who I am?”

You thought for another moment before saying. “You’re familiar, but no, I don’t know you. I’m sorry.”

She gave you a soft, close-mouthed smile. “No need to apologize. My name is Drew Campbell and I’m very glad that you’re okay.” She then looked to Fury, nodded and bid him fair well.

“Okay, I think we should clear out and let the doctor do her evaluation.” Fury spoke up and ushered everyone out but Nat hesitates as everyone files out, not letting go of your hand. “It’s alright Ms. Romanoff, if June’s alright with you staying then you can stay.”

She looks at you with pleading eyes as if begging you to let her stay. You squeeze her hand.

“Please stay.” You told her.

She smiled at you and nodded. “Of course I will.”

Evaluating you, they came to the conclusion that you couldn’t remember a lot of the last 4 years. Very small memories you picked up on showed that you couldn’t connect them to major things that had happened.

Not only could you not remember the entire investigation and the undercover agent, but you didn’t remember getting together with Nat.

“We dated?” You asked her as she still held onto your hand.

She nodded at you, both hands clasping your hand and rubbing her thumbs over your fingers. This loving warmth from her is something you once wished for when you first joined the team and its something that Nat had craved for longer than she would like to admit.

“But we broke up?” You frowned to yourself and fiddles with the oxygen hose up your nose. It had been making you uncomfortable but they insisted that you keep it in to best measure your oxygen levels.

“Yeah,” Nat looks down at your intertwined fingers. “Yeah, we broke up.”

“What happened?”

Nat took a deep breath. There was no way she could tell you about this right now, but she couldn’t not tell you. It would all be way too much.

“It was a misunderstanding.” She told you. “A bad misunderstanding on my behalf and you tried to make it right but I didn’t listen. It’s my fault.”

Her words make you sad. You could remember having the biggest crush on her, always observing how she fought and how she beat almost everyone at training. She was a whole lot of woman and after trailing after her for a while, you got together and broke up. And you don’t even remember it.

“I’m sure we can work it out?” You squeezed her hand in hopes of convincing her to start over.

She gave you a sad smile. But one that held hope. But behind it was fear.

“I hope so.”

Nat went to lean down to you to place a kiss on your cheek when the door opened, the doctor, Steve and Fury stepped through.

“The good news is that you are in a much better state than we thought you would be. A little time to rest and recover will do you a lot of good. We will keep you here for a couple more weeks, possibly days, before we send you home, though.” Doctor Patel said positively.

“Oh good.” You were thankful that you’d be able to go back to the familiar soon.

“But no missions for a long time. Your body still needs to heal from the bullet wounds and you don’t want to rattle your brain any more than you already have.” Steve pointed to you.

You gave him a captain’s salute. “Yes, sir.” Trying to lighten the mood.

“And when you’re all cleared to leave, we have your room set up for you back at the compound.” Fury assured you.

“Okay.” You sighed. No matter what, you had a space to go back to.

“I’ll try and stay here for as long as I can.” Nat tapped your hand.

“Thank you.” You smiled at her.

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smutsonian · 5 years

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Deep Web - 02

Pairing: The Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: he pays her a visit

Warning/s: not proofread, cursing, violence, brainwashing (buckeroo), please be warned

Word Count: 2149

A/N: I lied 😭 there’s no smut in this one but it’s dark...ish?

Chapter One

“The asset has not completed his mission yet. It’s been almost a month. You think the Captain is still trying to get ahold of him? Shall we put the asset back on the chair?”

“Remind me what his mission is again?”

“The Y/L/N girl”

“Ah… Yes. Y/N. Pretty girl. Too bad… I don’t think the Captain has anything to do with this. I think the asset has gone... soft.”

“What shall we do then?”

“Put him on the chair. If he still fails to finish the mission, take care of the girl yourself.”

—-

Agonizing screams filled the room as the man in the green uniform recited a bunch of words to the asset. The asset screamed in agony as the brainwashing continued.

After a long and painful hours later, the asset stared into nothing with an indistinguishable expression. His mind blanked after another session on the infamous horrifying chair. It happens every time he fails to complete a mission. It happens every time he gets a glimpse of the past. Of who he used to be. At the end of the day, he always forgets who he was. Who he is. Who Steve is. But something happened. One thing stayed put this time around...

“Kill the girl, asset. If you fail to complete the mission, we’ll have someone else do the work for you and then you’ll face your punishment.”

The asset’s face remained unbothered but he did offer a faint nod.

“You have forty-eight hours.”

“Are those comfortable?” Richard gives Y/N a playful smirk as he points at her visible toes that wiggles under his scrutinizing eyes.

“They’re flip-flops, Richard.” Y/N gives him a bored look but then it twists into a smirk as she adds, “Of course they’re fucking comfortable!” Both shared a laugh with each other and then calmed down after a minute or so. “Don’t your feet get cold?” Richard asks as he fiddles with a cash register while Y/N’s leaning her elbows on the counter. When Y/N gives him a shrug, he lets out a sigh and continues. “You know, you can always answer your mother’s call. Or your father’s.” And as if on cue, Y/N’s phone starts to ring and her mother’s name plasters on her phone screen.

Y/N groans as she rejects the call. “I’m not having this conversation with you, Richard.” Richard hangs his head as he sports a sad look. “I know I’m just a mere worker but I’m just looking out for you, kid.”

Y/N stands upright from leaning down the counter and gives Richard a concerned look. “Richard, I-I didn’t mean it like that!” She stumbles with her words as she places a hand on his shoulder. Richard gives him a small smile and nods a little. “I know… You’ve changed a lot, kid. It’s a good change.” Richard’s face then contorts into a surprised look as he raises an index finger. “I almost forgot!” He fiddles with the cash register once again and takes out an envelope, giving it to Y/N. “This is for you.”

Y/N squints her eyes as she takes the envelope. She shakes her head when she sees at least 3 big fat wads of cash inside and looks up at Richard who’s sporting a cheeky smile. “My parents put you up to this?” She frowns at him as he shrugs. He raises both his hands in mock surrender as he walks away from her. “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.” Richard then proceeds to go to the back door, leaving a fuming Y/N behind.

As Y/N finishes up cleaning a table, Richard walks up to her with four more envelopes in his hands. “Go home, Y/N. Your shift was done five minutes ago. Also, these are for you. Okay. Bye-bye! Use ‘em wisely!” He shoves the envelopes in her hands and proceeds to push her out the door. Y/N huffs as he closes the door behind her and waves at her with a perky smile.

“What the fuck, Richard?” Y/N exclaims as she looks down at the envelopes that consists of at least a thousand dollars. No doubt from her parents.

—-

Y/N walks the regular path to her home sweet trashy home when she finally notices the car that’s been following her since she left McDonald’s.

She scoffs and stops walking just in front of a trash bin. She takes all the envelope from her bag and then dumps them into the bin. She turns to look back at the car, who now has a guy peering out of the car’s window with a camera pointed towards her direction.

She gives the guy a snarky smile as she raises both her hands up in the air and flips both her middle finger up. She’s a hundred percent sure that this was another guy that her parents hired to look after her in a very creepy stalker kind of way.

“Tell my parents to fuck off!” She laughs as the guy drives away from her with an incredulous expression etched on his face.

—-

Walking into her apartment, Y/N sighed in exhaustion as she throws her bag on the side of the door. She flicks the lights on and freezes when she sees a dark figure hidden in the shadows just across the room.

The figure walks towards her ever so slowly, making them seem more intimidating. When the light managed to hit the figure (who turns out to be a guy), a glimmer was caught just by his arm. Just to be exact, his whole arm glimmered under the light. A shocked gasp escapes Y/N’s lips as she unconsciously walks backward, pressing her back against the closed door.

“Hey… Listen… I didn’t know that my payment w-went through so I-I just thought that it’s fake- I just thought that you’re not gonna show up anymore, you know?” Y/N tries to do what she does best, open her mouth. She tries to negotiate (as politely as she could) with the assassin she hired from the deep web months ago but he only tilts his head to the side, giving her the idea that he couldn’t understand her.

She continues to talk her way out of the situation. To let him understand whatever she’s trying to say by using big hand gestures. “You don’t h-have to kill- to assassinate me anymore. You can keep the money! It’s all just a misunderstanding, really!”

She gulps when the assassin continues to walk towards her. “I-I could a-add more! L-Listen I h-have a few d-dollars just d-down the street. B-believe it o-or not, I k-keep my cash in a trash bin! There’s a-at least f-five hundred grand there. It’s all yours!”

Fuck! He’s not stopping. Why is he not stopping?!

Y/N panics when she sees the hopelessness in her position. Having no other choice, she does the most pathetic thing there is on the books.

“What the fuck is that?!”

Y/N looks towards the space behind the assassin, widening her eyes as she points her index finger at it. The assassin surprisingly falls for the trick and turns around to look at what caught the girl’s attention.

Using it as her chance, she fumbles with the doorknob as quickly as she can but before she could even get out, her body gets slammed against the door, forcing it to shut with a boom.

“No”

Y/N’s feels her heart thump loudly as the assassin speaks for the first time while he pushes his body up against hers towards the door.

“Fuck! Dude! I fucking swear! I can pay you! Please! I changed my mind! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” Y/N blabbers loudly, desperately trying to break free from his iron grip.

The assassin covers her mouth using his flesh hand and shushes her harshly. He drags her body away from the door, backing them both up until they reached the cluttered bedroom. All the while Y/N writhed against him.

He grunts as he throws her on the mattress, looking at her with a hard glare. His glowering eyes dared her to make a move. She stays in place as she tries to even out her breathing, tears forming in her eyes. She watches him as he walks around the room, opening drawers, looking underneath tables and chairs as if he’s looking for something. He cautiously hides his face behind the curtains as he looks out the window.

“W-what are you looking f-for?” She manages to ask.

He only lets out a grunt as he turns to look at her with a ferocious look. He stalks towards her on the bed as she lets out a strangled cry, wrapping her arms around her head in an attempt to shield herself from him.

He hastily pries her arms open, pinning them to her sides. He nudges her nose with his as she keeps looking down. She stares at him with glossy and teary eyes, trying to swallow her own sobs. “Please…”

“Quiet�� was his second word for the day. He gets off of her and walks towards the end of the bed. She gasps as he pulls on her ankles until her back is flat against the mattress.

He messes with her top until it’s completely off, leaving her in just her bra. She looks up at him, whispering desperate pleas, pleading him to stop whatever it is that he’s planning on doing.

He huffs, vexed and places his flesh hand on her neck, enough to leave a big bruise but not enough to cut off her airway.

Frightened, she trashes under him while she helplessly kicks everywhere. She manages to knee him on his crotch which caused both of them to pause. She looks at him with fearful eyes as he looks at her furiously.

He shakes his head as he adds pressure on his hand that’s placed on her neck, grimacing as marks started appearing on her skin. She looks down and notices the forming of bruises. Taking a deep breath, she gives up on fighting and just lets the assassin do what he’s doing.

Looking at her with a softer look, he gives her a small smile (or at least tries to). “Sorry” he mumbles under his breath.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows in terror and confusion as she watches him remove his hand on her and watches it as it goes up into the air and straight down her face.

Before she even knew it, she’s knocked out cold.

——

The asset looks down at the girl, his eyes holding a glint of sadness, guilt, and worry. He takes the device given to him by HYDRA and takes a picture of the upper part of her body, making sure to show her injuries. He’s got to make it look convincing...

The photo shows the ugly bruise forming on her neck and the blood sipping out of her cut bottom lip. Her head is jerked into an awkward position. Her face is covered with dry tears. Overall, she looks dead. As if she was strangled or choked to death.

The asset lets out a breath as he hits send on the device. Not a minute later, a vibration from the device was felt and a reply from his leader appears on the screen.

‘Great job, asset.’

——

The asset gets seated on the chair every time he gets a glimpse of the past. Of who he used to be. At the end of the day, he always forgets who he was. Who who is. Who Steve is. But something happened. One thing stayed put this time around. One face persisted.

Her face…

Y/N.

He was told to kill the girl. He was supposed to kill her but why couldn’t he do it? He’s killed a lot of people before. How is she different from any of them?

He couldn’t even hurt her with his metal arms. He couldn’t lay a finger on her with that godforsaken arm. He only did what he did to make HYDRA believe that he’s done his job. And it worked.

He made sure that her awful home is safe. He made sure that there are no hidden cameras implanted by HYDRA. He made sure that no other HYDRA agents are lurking around her home, her neighborhood. It’s as if his body is telling him not to hurt her. It’s as if his mind is telling him to protect the girl.

The thought of her made his mind and his body comply with each other for once.

Could this be a chance for his redemption? Could she give him the chance of redemption? Could she save him or will it be her who needs saving from him?

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Pink Flavor

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Vampire!AU, Roommate!AU

Summary: When your vampire roommate leaves you a sweet surprise on Valentine’s Day, you suspect he’s up to no good.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: a little bedroom action, the main stories of the trilogy are 99% smut, but there’s no smut in this specific drabble

⤐ a drabble from the Pink Trilogy; Story 1 // Story 2 // Story 3 (coming soon!)

A/N: heres a little drabble for valentine’s day! you can read this with or without having read the pink trilogy, but just be aware that all the other stories contain smut!

From the safety of your doorway, you stare at the suspicious heart-shaped box on your bed. It wasn’t there before you left for class, nor were you expecting any sort of sweet surprise on this fine Valentine’s Day. But there’s only one boy who has access to your room. Your vampire roommate, Jeon Jungkook.

It has to be a trap, so you proceed with caution.

As you tiptoe into your room toward the foreign object, you squint to read the pink tag: “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N! I remember one time you said you liked strawberry chocolates, so I got these! I heard they’re super sweet. Love, Jungkook.”

His cute little drawing of a bunny eating a strawberry almost distracts you from the cryptic message written on the tag. First of all, you don’t ever recall saying you “liked strawberry chocolates.” You’ve never even tried strawberry chocolates, though you’re sure they must be delicious.

But more importantly, what the heck is “Love, Jungkook” supposed to mean?

Does it mean he…? No, you’re reading too much into it. All it means is that you need to get to the bottom of the chocolates and the vampire’s true intentions.

“Hey, Jungkook?” You knock on the bedroom door next to yours with the box of chocolates in hand.

No response.

“Can I come in?” You know he’s home since you saw his favorite black sneakers neatly lined up on the shoe rack. He can’t hide from you. If he can waltz into your room without permission, you can do the same.

You turn the knob slowly and creak the door open. Just as you suspected, Jungkook is home. You just didn't expect him to be all tucked into bed at three in the afternoon. He is awfully cute though.

“Jungkook.” You shake the boy gently as you plop yourself onto the side of the bed. His whole body twitches when he feels the dip in the mattress. It’s only after he wrestles with the blankets and scrunches his nose that he finally sits up with the biggest yawn you’ve ever seen. You run your fingers through his hair to straighten out the bedhead. “Did you skip class to sleep all day?”

He nods, his eyes nearly falling shut in the process. It must be near that time of the month when he needs to feed and nourish his body. The only thing that wakes him up is the sight of the red box in your hand. In fact, his eyes light up. “Did you try the chocolates yet?”

“Not yet, but I will right now.” You fumble around to untie the ribbon around the box, but when you take too long, the boy rips the entire box open with one of his “gentle” tugs and hands it back to you.

As you debate between the white or dark chocolates, you notice how the vampire’s burgundy eyes are locked onto the movement of your fingers as they navigate across the rows of sweet indulgence. He’s practically salivating. With a chuckle, you pinch one of the white chocolates and offer it to him. “Try it.”

He snaps out of his daze and shakes his head. “Vampires can’t really eat chocolate.”

“Really? That’s just like dogs,” you frown, popping the white chocolate into your own mouth instead. But if that’s the case, it makes even less sense as to why he would choose a Valentine’s gift you can’t even share with him. It disappoints you just a little.

“But,” Jungkook picks up a dark chocolate and presses it softly against your lips until you accept his offering. As soon as you finish and lick the excess off your lips, he goes in for the attack. While your lips must taste of strawberries and chocolate, his taste like pure lust. “Just a taste won’t kill me.”

Tossing the chocolates aside, the vampire helps you out of your oversized hoodie (it’s actually one of his that you stole, but he doesn’t need to know that!) and lays you down on his bed.

“Did you feed me those strawberry chocolates just so you could taste it in my blood?” you tease. Now that you think about it, the boy does have a habit of feeding you strawberry-flavored food right before sucking the life out of you. Maybe he likes the strawberry essence that runs through your veins. “Is that how vampire science works?”

Jungkook nods. Shamelessly. “I’ve been craving sugar lately, so…” His words trail off as he eases his way up towards the nape of your neck.

“And you waited until Valentine’s Day just to get your sugar fix?” You link your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “How sweet.”

“Hey, don’t misunderstand, Y/N,” he chuckles as he claims his favorite spot on your neck. His fangs drag just barely against your skin as a warning of what’s to come. “Valentine’s Day just so happens to be when they have special strawberry chocolates on sale.”

“Right… So you did all of this for the strawberry chocolate, and not for your favorite Pink?” you pout. You’re his Pink, the Person In-charge-of Nourishing Kookie.

“I did it for both, my little Pink,” he answers before sinking his fangs into your skin. Being bitten and drained of your blood is never easy, but his sweet response somehow eases the pain. The two of you might not be true lovers on this fine Valentine’s Day, but you know how much he cares for you as his roommate, his friend, his human.

When he lifts his head from your neck, the sharp pain disappears almost instantaneously. He took way less blood than usual—intentional on his part, you’re sure.

Picking up on his subtle cue, you reach for another chocolate and pop it in your mouth. “Which tastes better: strawberry-infused blood or strawberry chocolate kisses?”

“I don’t know,” he licks his lips, leaning in closer to you once more, “I’m gonna have to taste both again.”

“Go ahead,” you kiss him. Again and again and again.

It’s only later that evening when the heart-shaped box is empty that Jungkook admits your strawberry chocolate kisses are in fact better—no, the best.

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts vampire au #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts imagines #jungkook #bts #bangtan #pink flavor #not sure if i should label this as bts smut or not #since the other parts are highkey smut #so uh #bts smut

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