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thesharkspajamas · 4 months ago

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Jealous James

Requested by @im-kikimon - hope this is kind of what you were looking for :)

If anyone has requests or wants more of this AU please lmk I'm begging for feedback

Harriet - James' Pallas cat daemon

Gunnar - Ruby's badger daemon

Setting: the Beaufort twins are staying with the Bells after the mansion drama at the end of season one. (No real spoilers tho dw)

James listened to Kieran Rutherford’s pitch for an Ascot-themed Easter garden party. As outfitters to the King, the Beaufort family attended Ascot every year, and his mother always made every best dressed list.

“And what? We usher in Lexington in a carriage? So many people at Maxton attend Ascot that people would see it for the rip-off it is. You want to ask actual nobility to picnic like the Queen Anne enclosure?” James scoffed.

Rutherford flushed and his shoulders crept up to his ears. “Do… Do you have a better idea?”

The whole room turned to James, who did not, in fact, have a better idea. “I’m saying we can’t imitate something like that. We could keep the dress code and do a standard party - maybe themed with a flower type, hyacinths or something seasonal.” He shrugged, spinning the words out as they came to him.

Silence fell and the tension was thick as James had crushed Rutherford’s hard work a second time. Lin nudged Ruby until she stood up, “Um…” She hugged her notebook to her chest, and suddenly James felt embarrassed; she was clearly uncomfortable because he’d put her in an awkward position, again, without meaning to. He’d just tried to be helpful. “I think you’ve both got good points,” she nodded to herself as an idea formed, “maybe you could work together on this and come back next week with some solid ideas?”

Both boys scowled at her, but she thought it would be good for them to sort out their issues. She smiled and nodded as if they’d just agreed, “Great. Lexington said he’s trying to arrange the keynote speaker so we don’t have the final schedule yet, but they shouldn’t be more than an hour, and if the lunch starts at twelve then we should expect to serve food around one’oh’five.,” she started writing a vague outline on the paper pad, “canapes around six, as it’s a low alcohol event, carriages at nine, latest.”

…

James emailed Rutherford in the car after lacrosse practice:

Hi,

If you send me what you’ve got for the garden party I’ll read it through and email you back with some notes.

James Beaufort

Sent from my iPhone

That should do it. He didn’t particularly want to meet in person.

…

Rutherford sent a link to a Pinterest board later that evening. No message, only the link. James opened it and he realised he hadn’t just been an asshole to Ruby but to Rutherford as well. He could see the guy had put some serious effort into this, and that the Ascot theme was only a template rather than a theme.

He opened his email and started typing out an apology - cc’ing Ruby.

“Coward,” Harriet accused him.

James remembered how Ruby had apologised to him on the lacrosse pitch and deleted the draft.

...

"Hey,” he walked up to Rutherford, “can we talk about the garden party?”

Rutherford looked at the ground, “Yeah.”

‘Go on’ Harriet urged James with a glare.

“I apologise for being rude to you at the meeting. You clearly put a lot of work into the project and it was wrong of me to stomp on it like that.”

“Yannow, it always annoys me in those stories when the nice girl picks the hot guy who treats her like shit over the boring guy who really likes her.”

‘Yikes,’ James thought. He hadn’t been expecting that. “You think I treat her like shit?”

“You have.”

James exhaled, ‘yep, deserved that one. Wait, what does he know?’

“But…” Rutherford spoke up again, “I admit I’m blindsided by your apology. I think we can at least try to work together.” He pushed his glasses further up his nose.

James was stunned. He nodded, “Library? Breaktime?”

“Yeah, I prefer the desk third from the door by the east window. There’s a squirrel drey in the tree right next to it.”

“Third desk from the door by the east window. Got it.”

James glanced at the empty desks near the windows; Rutherford wasn’t here yet. He pulled out his phone and checked the compass app before walking to the eastern side. He sat down at the third from the door and opened up his tablet. He’d made a folder in his sketchbook app last night of different things to go with the theme; invitations, drinks stands, signage, all sorts.

“Did you see the squirrel? It’s a Eurasian red squirrel, pretty rare for around here.”

James looked up as Rutherford sat down and hoped that his disinterest in all things squirrel wasn’t all over his face. “Couldn’t spot it.”

“That branch fork right there,” Rutherford leaned over the table and pointed to a nondescript cluster of twigs.

James nodded, “ahh” and angled his tablet so Rutherford could see it. “I liked the muted colours idea. That was clever. Lydia told me lupins are in season and they come in all sorts of colours, so I thought we could use those as a theme. I sketched an invitation.” He flicked through the app to his ‘sketch’ which had actually taken him ages.

Rutherford took it all in, “That looks really good. Can you mass-produce the invitation?”

“Not by hand, but we could have them printed or send it as an e-invite.”

Rutherford scrunched his nose and shook his head as if James was an amateur, “Paper. Always paper. We send an email to remind them to RSVP anyway, no use clogging their inbox.”

“If you’re okay with it I’ll send a photo to Ruby for her approval?”

“Uh, better on the group chat, the food people might want to put extra details on there and I was thinking about asking Lexington if we could use the conservatory in case it rains. That way we can have a garden or indoor party easily.”

“Good idea.” James added a new plain slide titled, ‘conservatory party rain’.

“And I wondered about an easter egg hunt. If you find an egg, you put your name on it and then you enter it into a raffle. Winner wins champagne or something.”

“Yeah. I can see that working. Where would we get the prize?”

“If you could design a fancy label, maybe we could re-label some champagne or something. Make it one of a kind.”

James nodded. He’d been forced to endure many events with some of these parents; they love the challenge of something they can’t buy. Rumour had it one of them bought a jar of honey for fifteen thousand pounds at a Tory charity gala. “That’ll do it. I’ll get on that. We have some easter eggs at my house from past Easter parties. I’ll ask the housekeeper if we can borrow those.”

Rutherford glanced at his watch, “I’ve gotta go, but it was good chatting with you, Beaufort.”

James stuck out his hand, “James. Thank you for being so decent about all this...” He made a vague gesture with his other hand.

Rutherford shook his hand, “Kieran.”

A few days later:

(Callum is an OC, and Percy (and an SUV) are assigned to chauffeur the Bells and Beauforts around while the twins stay with them. Mortimer sees it as a way of keeping them supervised, but not underfoot.)

James bit back a cringe as he watched Kieran present his and James’ party ideas to Ruby, (the whole committee was present, but he talked to Ruby as if they weren’t) desperate for a ‘good boy’ and a pat on the head or something. Pathetic.

When Ruby stood up, she thanked him ’so much’ for working with James on this, and how wonderful it was to have such ‘a cohesive committee working forward’ - or something like that. James was focussed on the way Rutherford was looking at her, like she was the only thing that mattered in the whole world.

James knew on some level that Kieran Rutherford was somewhat of a decent bloke. Just one with an insane crush on his girlfriend. And it was starting to irritate him.

He felt Harriet pawing at his ankle, “she verbally eviscerated you at Oxford,” she hissed, “keep it to yourself.”

‘Amazing how much you sound like him, like your father’, James realised Ruby was right; that was probably how his father would have dealt with it.

…

When Percy dropped Ruby and the twins back at the Bells, James got out of the back seat and slid into the front passenger seat. Percy regarded him calmly; he always spoke second.

“Percy. Could you give me some advice?”

Percy undid his seatbelt and shifted to fully face James, “Certainly, Sir.”

”There’s a boy on the events committee who clearly fancies Ruby. And, I’m… struggling to watch them interact.”

“You feel jealous when he talks to Ruby?” Percy clarified.

Jealousy sounded childish to James. Straight out of one of those awful romance books Lydia used to read. But, he realised that was exactly it. Jealousy. He nodded.

“What do you need my advice on?” Percy wasn’t sure if James needed any more advice; sometimes as a kid he just needed help identifying what he was feeling and then he’d work it out himself.

“Last time, with someone else, I lashed out, and…” He didn’t want to admit it, but if he could admit it to anyone, it was Percy, “Ruby said I sounded like dad.” He looked at the textured dials as he held his head in shame.

“Communication is the foundation of any relationship. You each need to communicate your feelings and be vulnerable with each-other. Tell her how you’re feeling, but be mindful that the committee is an obligation to her, and he might be too.”

James reflected on the interactions he’d seen between Ruby and Rutherford. “I’ve never seen her reciprocate. She’s pretty closed off around him.” The more James thought, he realised Percy was probably right. The logical conclusion was that James didn’t have anything to be jealous about, but… ugh, it’s still there. Just a bit.

“Sir, have you officially asked her to be your girlfriend yet?”

James frowned and looked at Percy as if it was a forgone conclusion that she was.

Percy smiled softly. “Ask her.”

James nodded to himself. He could do that. He’d get her flowers too; he’d seen how happy that one rose made her. Angus had too. “Should I ask her father before?”

“Before you marry her, Sir.” Percy was really doing his best not to laugh, but the way James flushed really tested him.

…

James bought some flowers on his way back from his next run with Callum. Angus gave him a knowing look as he crept into the kitchen with the bouquet.

“These are for Ruby. Where can I hide them while I shower?”

“There’s a vase in that cabinet,” Angus pointed to a cabinet. When James put it down on the counter Angus had a pair of scissors. “Giving a woman flowers like this,” he tugged at the wrapping paper, “is giving her a task. Giving them flowers in a vase means she just has to enjoy them.”

He proceeded to teach James how to cut and arrange flowers in a vase, making sure to add the plant food sachet to the water. “As for hiding them, you can put them in our bedroom for a while with the door closed.”

“Thank you.” He hadn’t even thought about the ‘giving her a task’ bit. Now he knew Ruby would ‘only have to enjoy them’ he was looking forward to asking her even more.

He ran upstairs and placed the vase just inside the doorframe of Helen and Angus’ bedroom before heading to the bathroom.

…

“Ruby”

Ruby and Gunnar both looked up from her manga to see James in her bedroom doorway, hiding something behind his back, it was cute.

All the practice James had definitely not done in the shower left him. He came to stand right next to the bed, stalling for time.

“I haven’t done this before, so I wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.” He saw Ruby’s brows furrow and quickly held the flowers out for her before she got the wrong idea, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Ruby’s face was frozen in a delightfully surprised, open-mouthed smile, “Yes!” She set the flowers on the bedside table and hugged him tightly. James hooked his chin over her head and breathed in deeply, glad it had gone well. Would have been a bit awkward if it hadn’t. He saw Harriet and Gunnar curling up together on the bed and sighed as the extra feeling of intimacy washed over him.

…

“Ruby, can I ask you something?”

She gave him a look which screamed ‘you just did.’

“Is there, or has there ever been anything between you and Kieran? I’ve seen the way he talks to you, and while I’ve never seen you reciprocate… I just wondered…”

Ruby shook her head easily, “No. Nothing between us, I know he’s got a crush on me but hasn’t made any moves and I’m not interested in him. He’ll get the message, especially with you around.”

James was surprised that that was good enough for him. ‘Guess Percy was spot on on both accounts.’ He thought to himself. Harriet only moved her head in a way that said ‘told you so’.

#maxton hall #bellfort #james beaufort #james x ruby #ruby bell #maxton hall - daemon au

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ronanceautistic · 2 months ago

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Since I claimed I could give it my best shot here's Pennhurst scene from memory:

3.9GPAs... both of you. Impressive.

And this is a recommendation from Professor Brantley.

Hm. I know Larry. Quite well, actually. You know what they say - those who can't do, teach.

Yes! That's actually why we're here. I mean, there's only so much you can learn in a classroom.

And I'm sympathetic to your struggle, truly, but there's a procedure to visiting a patient like Victor. You have to put in a request, and go through a screening process, at which point the board will make the decision.... I can see you're disappointed. But I'd be happy to give you a tour of the facility. Perhaps you could even speak to some patients in our low security wing.

And- we would love that, it's just, our thesis is due next month-

-then you're out of time. Whose fault is that?

Ours, absolutely, and I do apologise-

-Don't apologise, Ruth, screw that. The fact is we put in a request months ago and were denied, and we reapplied and were denied again and coming here was our last ditch effort to save our thesis and really- I can't breathe in this thing.

Well, Rose, maybe you'd like to go outside and get some air.

Maybe I should, Ruth, because I'm starting to thinking coming here was a huge waste of time. I'm breaking out in a rash, my boobs hurt and can I tell you the truth, Anthony? Maybe I call you Anthony? These aren't my clothes. I borrowed them so you'd take us seriously, because no one takes girls seriously in this field, this just don't. We don't look the part, or whatever. But can I tell you a story? 1978, I was at summer camp, and the counsellor told all the kids in Cabin C the true story of the Victor Creel Massacre. And little Petey McHew, you remember Petey, right, Ruth?

Uh, of course!

Right, little Petey McHew starting sobbing, right there on the spot, full on hyperventilating. And all the other kids, they couldn't sleep for weeks, and I couldn't sleep either, but not because I was scared, but because I was obsessed with the question 'what would drive another human being to commit such unimaginable acts?'. Most kids, they wanna be basketball players, astronauts, rock stars, but I wanted to be you! I wanted to be you, so forgive me if I'll now try anything in my power, including wearing this ridiculous outfit, it means I get to speak to the man who ignited my passion and learn a little more about his twisted, but let's face it, totally fascinating mind works... ten minutes with Victor, that's all I ask.

I don't know why or how it happened but the only scene in st that I genuinely can recite word for word is

"you lied to the police!" "I didn't lie!" "how naive do you think I am? you and Steve were just talking?" "we slept together! is that what you wanna know, it doesn't matter!" "it does matter!" "no! it is all bullshit! it has nothing to do with barb and she's missing and something terrible happened to her and I know it. I just know it! and no one is listening to me!" "sweetie, sweetie, I'm listening." "no. you're not."

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bonniebird · 2 years ago

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You had paused behind the group. Billy had asked if you could grab him a beer when you said you wanted a drink. They clearly hadn’t realised that you were on your way back. “Good that awful ‘Billy! Billy’.” Billy mimicked. Jason laughed loudly, nudging a few of his friends to get them to join in, while Chrissy stood next to him looking uncomfortable. “(Y/N)’s not even worth the effort. I mean it’s harder to get your dick between her legs than it is to break out of jail.” Billy said with an arrogant grin.

Chrissy had gasped as everyone else laughed, spotting you behind Billy before anyone else did. Billy was the only one who turned to see what Chrissy had seen and immediately looked guilty. He caught the can of beer that you threw to him. Then flinched as you furiously tossed your glass of punch at him. He nodded as if he accepted that he deserved that but when he slowly stepped towards you and said your name with a patronising tone, telling you to calm down and listen, your hand struck at his cheek before you even realised you’d done it. Your hand colliding with his face let out a sharp smack that cut all the laughter into silence. Billy’s head jerked to the side and his cigarette flew from his mouth into the grass. There was a small angry handprint on his cheek that was so red it practically glowed in the low light.

“I. I Really hate you, Billy.” You had spat out and hurried off before you cried in front of everyone. Billy wanted to go after you and shake you angrily, yell at you for slapping him, for embarrassing him. Forcing himself to relax he glanced at Chrissy who shook her head at him and hurried after you herself.

She had walked home with you and the two of you watched a movie and she decided to sleep over.

Billy let weeks pass before trying to talk to you. It was odd to go so long without him. He always called every night and dropped by with a movie or you’d go for a walk together up to one of the lakes or hike through the woods. Always him chasing after you. He had bumped into you as you walked home from work one evening. Though he didn’t seem to have any reason to be there. He asked if you were ok and tried to apologise. You said nothing and glared at him until he sighed and hurried off.

Wanting Billy to break first you had continued to keep your distance but a fuse blew in your house and you needed to change the plug in the TV and a new fuse for the fuse board. Which you thought you could have done yourself but when you’d gotten home from the hardware store with supplies you realised that the little toolbox that Billy had put together for you, was in the boot of his car.

Having headed over to his apartment you went up to his car and tried to open the boot. For once Billy had locked it. You approached the house feeling comfortable enough to let yourself in. If Billy’s roommates were in you would just say that you were here to meet up with him and talk. Thinking it was a day that Billy was working it hadn’t occurred to you that the loud music coming from the living room was Billy’s. You spotted the toolbox in the hallway.

“Just come into my house. Make yourself at home.” Billy said sarcastically making you jump. You’d been about to grab the toolbox when you looked over. Billy was lifting weights in the living room. He had a cigarette between his lips and glanced your way.

“I just needed this.” You said quietly. You grabbed at the toolbox and looked down at it awkwardly now unsure if you should hurry out of the apartment.

“Do you need any help? With what you’re fixing?” He asked as he set the weights down and looked at you.

“I don’t need any help from you.” You said curtly and he winced. The tone of your voice had come out much harsher than you had meant it to and you almost felt a little bad.

“You’re sure? I have some time.” Billy offered as he stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray that was on a side table.

“I thought you hated me.” You huffed out and glared at him as he walked closer. “And I don’t want your help.” “Look I’m sorry for what I said at the party,” Billy said quietly when you started to leave.

“Too little too late.” You snapped and frowned at him. He nodded and looked rather guilty, his face turning a little pink and flushed.

“Oh.” He said quietly. You left him in the hallway of his apartment and made your way home. Fixing everything was harder than you thought and by the time you were ready to give up, it was dark outside. You took a break to try and decide what to have for dinner the doorbell rang. Heading out to answer it as the bell rang for a second time you were surprised to find Billy.

“Hey.” He said awkwardly. He had taken out in one hand and a large bouquet of flowers in the other.

“Billy?” You said uncertainly and glanced around expecting to see his group of friends giggling out of sight at the thought of him poking fun at you.

“You said too little too late but I was hoping I could make it up to you?” He said looking rather hopeful.

“You brought me dinner and flowers?” You asked and he nodded.

“From the place you like.” He looked rather hopeful when you reluctantly let him inside.

“This doesn’t make up for it.” You warned. Billy nodded and sat on your sofa, setting the food down and handing you the flowers.

“Can you let me try?” He asked softly. You agreed and he smiled, telling you that this was just the first of many attempts to make things right.

Billy tags:

@linkpk88 @babypink224221 @lisainhell @spiderwebs-blog @gryffindorqueensworld @rockyrascal @twerp8999 @theletterhart @boardstomymood @big-galaxy-chaos

@greekktragedyy @ietss @alexxavicry @daughterofthenight117 @sarcasm-n-insomnia @multi-fandom5 @skylermoyer @justice-for-the-kaldorei

@favmeyou @kaylantus @supernatural-wolfie @yougottalovefandoms @alwaysadreamingoptimist @love1deandra @archaeologydigit @im-eating-rn @bucketbunny @littlefreakingfangirl @hardladyheart @gillybear17 @lchufflepuffcorn @prettyplant0 @hardladyheart @slxthxrxn-sxmp @jamie-c-bower-simp

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #bonniebird #stranger things

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4dtk · 3 years ago

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NCT127 falling in love with a s/o with a time-consuming job like a lawyer or a doctor

NCT 127 with an s/o who has a time-consuming job

this is so cute, thanks for requesting! i made this in a format in the ways that the boys might show their care when you’re so busy with your job :) long as hell LOL enjoy!!

brief spoilers for shang-chi if you haven’t watched! i just watched it this week lol it was really good

→ TAEIL would direct conversations to a more neutral stance. it’s not that he wants to talk about himself, but sometimes if you don’t want to talk about your case or patients, he easily slips into conversation about theories or his favourite tv show or your rundown of what groceries to take for the next time you head to the supermarket. just really normal small things that take your mind off the stress, especially at night when you’re laying in bed and just before you’re drifting off to sleep, the two of you would engage in a topic that you both know fairly well about and then you’re usually the first to succumb to sleep. taeil purposely picks out topic he knows will excite you (and bc he knows you’re passionate about it, he reads up on it which allows a well-balanced convo). if you’re rambling on about a topic, then he’ll occasionally play the guitar while laying down, just simple melodies that bring a lot of peace to the room.

“wait- how d’you like this melody?” taeil softly says, changing it instantly when you commented on the previous, discordant one. your nod encourages him to carry on with the plucking of his fingers while you yourself continue with your rambles. “so i’m saying right, it seems totally unfair for him, and you’d think that, right? but all he ever does is whine and moan about his misfortunes, plus his character is so terribly written i kinda feel sorry for-“

the halted melody prompts a sharp turn of your turn to the guitar, which you almost collide with, “what?” taeil only shrugs. “nothin’. just like how passionate you get about the show, it’s cute.” your boyfriend smiles after, ignoring how his words affect you and how your cheeks heat up at it.

→ JOHNNY is one to take you out after your work. it’s not to a super intense, high-energy place like a club or anything, but small little dates that won’t take up much time. eating dinner at a restaurant, walk in the park, small cafe trip, strolling through supermarket to make fun of brand names. if you’re too tired that day, he always finds a way to make your time at home fun. from setting up a small karaoke session, to maybe making a pillow fort, to trying out new cuddling positions, he has everything on his mind. always showing you things to cheer you up if you happen, from memes to funny videos. is low-key down for you to review crime/doctor shows too, just to see how accurate they nail it. your time at home is consuming endless pieces of media until your tummies hurt or you’re sniffling at a movie together.

“hold on- lemme show you this video,” johnny’s hand is outstretched to you once he finds the video and your spoon full of food is left near your mouth. you proceed to watch the low quality video which your boyfriend claims to be the funniest video on earth.

W-HOR? WAH? the girl’s finger in the video traces over the word “who” as she struggles to pronounce it, with presumably her sister in the background prompting her. the repeated pronunciation of the word makes you snort, while the wheezing and the loud NO in the background causes you to fully erupt into laughter. johnny simply smiles at another successful attempt to make you smile.

→ YUTA always has a hand on you when you return home. he brings you into a hug, he guides you by your back, you have to eat with one hand bc he can’t keep his hand off of you. he hopes his little touches will ease your tiredness even by a bit and if you don’t want it, he’ll stop, but it’s yuta’s way of showing he cares without words. busy days with yuta usually involve just sitting in silence as you catch up on a show or a series, or even listening to a song in silence and enjoying each other’s company. he will talk if you want to, but if not that’s fine too, preferring more to stroke your hair in silence and think about how much he loves you. becomes very sappy when you’re in the quiet of your room and generally is very fond of the small pockets of time you get to spend before you two fall asleep. likes that you’re so resolute in your job but can be soft around him behind closed doors.

“you comfortable?” yuta calls out, barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm tighter around you. there’s comfortable ministrations that his does with his fingers, massaging the skin under your pajamas while you snuggle deeper into his chest. humming, you tighten your hold around his top.

“i am, yeah,” you can’t care much for the tv show on the screen now, with empty takeout boxes and tissues littering the coffee table. you feel the gentle kiss of yuta on your head before you’re drifting off to dreamland to a scratchy, 60s jazz song playing through the speakers.

→ TAEYONG would always welcome you back with a table set and food ready, always. he knows that food is the way to someone’s heart and you eating his food always makes him happy and offers to clean-up. lets you shower first if you come back together, puts you before himself very often that sometimes you have to tell him to tone it down because you don’t want him ending up more tired than he already is. following up on this, taeyong would show his love by cooking your lunches for you. when he has the time he makes the effort to put it in a nice bento or box for you to eat. he also does the general chores around the house (assuming the two of you live together) so the bed will be a little less messy when you come back, the floor’s cleaner, the countertops aren’t so cluttered with stuff. even if there’s nothing to clean up, he always these small little things before you come back, and even if you don’t notice it, he sees the way you’re able to navigate the space or when you’re more at ease and it makes him smile.

“do you want to shower first?” taeyong calls out softly, admiring the clean house he’s managed to do up before he went to meet you, “i’ll just hang around until you’re done.”

“you need to prioritise yourself too, yong,” you pout, rubbing a hand up and down his forehead as you toe off your shoes, “how ‘bout we shower together? you did clean the house up pretty nicely.” that earns a grin and a kiss from taeyong, who goes straight the prepare the bath. you chuckle, “he’s already forgotten what i’ve told him.”

→ DOYOUNG supports you silently and listens to your day when you return home and talk about your patient or a case you’re working on. he gives you his own input when he sees fit but other than that he wants you to explain the details. being a doctor and lawyer is crazy and hectic and just wants you to know that you’re appreciated in the workforce. the way he might show his love when caring for a busy s/o like you is when he brings you stuff that you might’ve forgotten like an umbrella or your lunch since you were rushing out of the house earlier. he doesn’t mind going the extra mile to you literally bc it’s a win-win! you get your food, he gets to see you, etc. if not he’ll send someone over to pass it to the receptionist, or he’ll make up for it by meeting you outside the office to apologise and then ask you what you wanna do so he can make it up to you.

“did you manage to get the bento i bought you?” doyoung asks worriedly through the phone, holding up a hand to the staff member who was beckoning him to his photoshoot. “you bought so much!” you exclaim, with a shoulder to your ear, phone perched in between, “thank you doyoung.”

“’m sorry i couldn’t come over to give you your lunch today, angel. i’ll see you after you’re done with work, okay?” you smile at that, shooting a quick reply before you delved into your food.

→ JAEHYUN would honestly serve you once you come back from a busy day tbh. where taeyong does the chores around the house, jaehyun helps by doing the chores on YOU and only you. giving you massages, bringing you dinner on a tray, other unsaid things… and maybe even carrying you from room to room lol he’s relentless and just goes you need to rest, lemme help. big gentleman even when you reject him, doing smaller things like constantly checking up on you, pulling the blanket higher onto your body, cuddling you closer to his body when it’s cold. on top of that jaehyun also one that would meet you at your workplace and take you out like johnny, but those dates are extremely chill. he lets you choose, and when you’re not sure, he takes you on a night picnic at the field or a rooftop, just dinner, but outside bc the view is really nice and he likes the way you look even after a long day of working.

“where should we park our mats?” your head moves from left to right, looking for a suitable spot while you tug on jaehyun’s hand. he hums at it, searching for a spot just like you are. the wind’s blowing gently when you settle near a tree, mat occasionally flying up which you counter with your heavy laptop bag.

“any idea where we can get desserts later?” you call out as a half-joke, not expecting jaehyun to pull up his phone to instantly search for a baskin robbins. “there’s one close-by, wait here for a minute and i’ll go get one for you-“ you laugh before pulling him back down, “don’t worry! we’ll go together, plus i don’t want to be left alone.” jaehyun softly smiles, nodding along as he takes out the food he packed.

→ JUNGWOO has similar intentions like johnny, except he would just wanna stay home. where johnny’s goal is to make you laugh, jungwoo just likes doing things together at home. playing board games, folding the clothes together, making dinner together. it’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but when he’s given free time he sometimes just likes to laze at home and rest from schedules. he sometimes takes himself out of bed to help before you come back but he’s lazy lolol. loves it when you’re both equally tired and living off 5h of sleep. it’s not romanticising the lack of sleep but your schedules just don’t allow you to sleep equal amounts of hours of sleep. through that, you’re at least able to connect over sleepy talk and droopy smiles while you make the bed or assemble a lego piece or playing video games. if jungwoo’s energetic enough he doesn’t mind doing the crazier activities but he generally prefers those activities done in semi-silence while you exchange jokes and funny videos.

“noooo- no! you only need to move three times, you’re cheating-“ jungwoo pouts and moves back your playing avatar back three spaces on the board game. you purse your lips, not expecting him to see it since he was particularly invested in the movie playing on the screen. knowing it was a shitty film, you tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. with eyes glued to the screen a few seconds earlier, you took your chance to move down one more space in order to get the benefit on the game board.

“you’ll get to buy a house soon, honey,” jungwoo grins cheekily, laughing even more when he’s able to move four steps, landing on the square that you wanted. now it was your turn to pout as he flips the card for property purchases, happily placing it next to his five other houses. “you’re so annoying!” you say as you fall back on the bean bag, but jungwoo doesn’t believe it when he sees a smile poking out from behind the hands shielding your face..

→ MARK sends you a looooot of texts. your convos with him are just him spamming questions or sending you memes. on every platform LMAO he has tweets sent, ig dm’s are blowing up from the weirdass nct memes that some of the fans make, he uses the official nct tiktok account to send you viral trending videos and he’s like we should try this!!!! and it’s a couple doing acrobatics or some shit. he’s crazy. anyway, he just likes to share things with you, from songs, to playlists, to youtube videos or interesting topics like crime psychology or movie theories etc. he knows that you’re hardly going to see it in your job but he sees the way you react across the room when he sends you stuff so he’s sure that you’ll like it after you get off work. sometimes likes to rickroll you, he knows it’s an old trend/troll thing but the thrill of seeing your frustrated replies always make him laugh out loud. when you’re back home, the both of you review whatever you send each other and then laugh together at them.

“hey, babe, check out this video,” mark says in a text, pasting a twitter link to a video. the video starts out interesting enough, mentioning something about a fun fact with stunning visuals has you wanting to learn more. when the guy in the video starts on his first word, the video immediately changes to rick astley with never gonna give you up. you mutter a small fuck under your breath, gaining a bit of attention from your colleagues during lunch break.

under the table, you flip him off in a picture, which he responds with a big smile of his that’s obviously teasing you for falling for it. you’re going to get it when i get back home!!!!! on a new high, you text the message and set your phone down, already excited for the evening where’d you be able to spend your time with him.

→ HAECHAN is a mix of everything kinda. he’d bring you out after work sometimes and other times likes to stay at home, mainly takes you out to eat after work, but that’s the extent of his after-work-escapades, he doesn’t want to tire you out too much. i think one prominent things he likes to do to is vlog to you, send you videos of what he’s doing on set or at home and just treats your convo like a bank for endless videos. y’know how there’s this video feature in telegram? he sends sooo many of those that you have the time of your life watching those on the ride back home. if you have time, you HAVE to facetime him during your lunch break and tell him how you’re doing and how’s your work coming along. do i have to kick someone’s ass for making you feel uncomfortable? is that patient being creepy again? and you have to explain that haechan, no, that patient is an elderly you cannot beat his ass. he’s like i don’t care, creepy dudes are not excused!!! and you can’t help but smile at that. always wants to be talking to you, close to you. if one day, you’re able to bring him to your job, this man follows you around like a lost puppy and just admires what you do, it’s endearing.

“ah, wait- you know how the sister, xia ling was sent to shut down the ten rings army? well… i just reviewed some of the articles and-“ the video cuts into the next one, haechan’s face zoomed in as he looks straight into the camera, “y’know, she might become a villain one day, i don’t know. maybe i should review some of the comics too?”

“anyway! come look at our set for the music video! it’s sexy, outfits are fire, sets are so good, the choreo this time isn’t too hard, either.” haechan asks the other members to wave as he passes them by, no doubt going his own make-up and hair after the others were already done, “okay, gotta go- love you bye!” you smile at that, texting a quick reply before you open up a video of your own, whispering through the speaker with a promise that you’d see him tonight.

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years ago

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Helpless

Word count: 2304

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warning: A small part is NSFW 18+

Prompt 9 - “You pull a stunt like that again; you won’t be coming for a month”

A/N: For @xxxtwilightaxelxxx I hope you enjoy love! Sorry it took so long x

Tagging a few: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @imnotasuperhero @j-does-life @the-enamorando-deity @missmonsters2 @veteranwerewolf95

Prompt 9

“Y/N DO NOT ENGAGE. I REPEAT DO NOT ENGAGE.” Steve’s authoritative voice crackles through the comms and into your ear, making you shake your head in defiance.

“No can do, Cap. I have no other choice but to take out the west wing, there are people in that room.” You argue back, grunting as you swing a right hook into the guy's jaw, knocking him out cold.

You continue to move forward taking out any and all enemies that cross your path. Muffled arguments continue on in your ear as you elect to ignore the orders and make your way to the west wing.

“Listen to Steve Y/N, or so help me God I’ll make my way over to you myself.” That beautiful Sokovian accent drips low into your ear, making you falter ever so slightly from your task.

“Wanda, I have no choice. I can’t wait around for you to get here, it’s a ticking time bomb in there. I’m sorry.” You justify, before taking the small piece out of your ear and throwing it onto the floor. The angry voices of your girlfriend and friend/captain slowly get quieter as you move further down the hall.

Once you’ve reached the secret office door, you search the now unconscious guard for his pass before entering the room.

“You shouldn’t be in here, little lady.” The man mocks, smirking criminally at you. He goes to remove his gun out of his holster but you clock the movement quicker than his reaction to reach for it, ducking quickly and with one leg out ready to sweep him to the floor you use one of Nat’s widow bites to finish the job, ignoring the pleading and screams of the civilians. You move forward to the small group tied together in the corner and hush them gently.

“Hey hey, we got you guys. We’re gonna get you out of here, but I need you to stay quiet as there are still people like him on board, alright?” The silent nods of acknowledgement is enough to reassure you as you move towards the ticking bomb, making quick work to try and disable it. The time quickly descends as sweat begins to pour down your forehead.

“Fuck! Why isn't this working?!” You growl, quietly to yourself. Fingers fumbling with the red and blue wires.

“Y/N!” Natasha’s voice panicked as she entered the room with Sam and Bucky flanking either side of her. You refuse to turn your head to acknowledge their presence as you continue to work at the ticking time bomb.

“Widow get them out of here, now!” You shout, your patience suddenly running thin as you realise you don’t have enough time to escape before the explosion. Hurried footsteps behind you, tell you they are following your order. A hand grips your shoulder tightly, snapping you out of your work.

“That includes you as well Y/N. Wanda will kill me if I leave you here,” Sam’s voice, grunts close to your ear. You nod in agreement before standing quickly and rushing out behind them. A gunshot close to your head makes you stumble to the side and turn quickly at the assault.

“You think you can just leave? I needed those people and you freaks in suits having ruined everything! Now, you’ll pay.” The man from the office spats, holding out his gun pointing straight at you. You gulp realising that within the midst of chaos you had dropped your only weapon on hand after scuffling with the man in front of you.

“What you did was wrong, Andrews. You think killing me is going to stop you from going to prison? Human experimentation doesn’t go down well here.” You try to reason, keeping your eyes trained on the gun in front.

“But it would feel so good to put a bullet through your narrow minded head.” He smirks, hand tightening around the gun. You blink quickly, trying to clear your now wet eyes.

‘He’s going to kill me’ You think, frightened at the thought.

“Over my dead body he will,” That sweet angelic voice that you love so much, growls from behind you as you watch the swirls of red mist travel past you and wrap around Andrews like a vice. You watch as his eyes widen in fear, his hand loosening around the gun as Wanda lifts him up into the air, her hand twisting ending his life. You turn around quickly to face her, smirking slightly ready to tease her on how hot she is when she’s angry but the red glare she throws you makes you pause and gulp.

“That window near the far corner is open, yes?” She questions not fully acknowledging your presence as she moves towards it.

“Yeah, it broke through after the first explosion. Did the others make it out?”

“Yes, luckily. You on the other hand..” she stops, shaking her head as to visibly stop her train of thought.

Before you can apologise for your reckless behaviour, Wanda grabs a hold of you, pulling you tight against her as she jumps through the window using her magic to make our landing as safe as possible. Once on the ground Wanda pulls away from you and walks towards the Quinjet silently, you clench your jaw trying to hold back the frustrated tears. Before you could go and chase after her Steve blocks your path, arms crossed with that ‘I’m disappointed” look he wears whenever we go against his orders, you make a good effort to not roll your eyes at him.

“What the hell was that, Y/N? You went against every order I gave you. How reckless could you be? You were lucky Wanda got to you in time.”

“Hey! I knew exactly what I was doing Steve, I assessed the situation and realised we wouldn’t have enough time by the time the others got to me and I was closer to the room! I knew Wanda would get to me in time,” You lie, knowing full well that you doubted you were ever going to get out of there breathing and alive.

“Well you know what, one of these days Wanda isn’t going to be able to get to you on time or anyone in fact. You have to be more careful Y/N! Consider this a warning.. You do it again, you're off the next mission.” He threatens, but you can see the fight in his eyes. On one hand he needs to be authoritative but he knows deep down he would have done the same. You sigh in defeat knowing that he is right.

“You got it Steve. It won’t happen again, I promise.” You swear, he nods and sighs in relief before pulling you in for a brief hug before walking side by side with you to the Quinjet.

Once you walk inside, the others lecture and tease you about being so reckless and that you’ll end up like Tony if you aren’t careful, earning an offended ‘Hey!’ from the man himself at the front of the jet. You laugh at their joking but your eyes stray to the brunette figure in the corner of the jet, who seems far more interested in her magic that swirls around her slender fingers keeping herself away from the group and you as much as possible.

You go to sit next to her and place a hesitant hand onto her knee, making her grab a hold of your hand and subtly shake her head in rejection. Your stomach drops at the thought of having an upset Wanda, knowing her silence is never good, you sit silently near her, never touching until you arrive back at the compound.

You follow after her out of the Quinjet like a lost puppy as you hear quiet snickering from Sam and Clint.

“Someone’s on the couch tonight.” Sam jokes to Clint, who chuckles before Nat walks between them, slapping them across the back of their heads at the childishness making them whine and wince. You continue forward hoping that she will talk to you but just as you go to speak she walks through the door of her floor and shuts it closing you off from her. You drop your head against the wooden door and sigh in defeat, a soft hand lays gently against your back.

“Come on Myshka. Let’s leave our Little Witch alone to cool down. She’s more scared than angry Y/N, she didn’t think she’d get to you.” Nat soothes, guiding you away from your girlfriend's floor and to the communal area.

“Okay, who wants a drink?” Tony asks, already scanning the liquor cabinet. Everyone cheers tiredly, while you continue to look down the empty hallway where Wanda’s floor is, hoping for her to come and join.

‘Just give her time.’ You lecture yourself.

***

You lie in your big, cold king sized bed, facing the ceiling as your mind reels from the day's events fresh from a well deserved shower. You had tried Wanda’s a few more times after a drink with the team but your brunette lover never responded. Sighing in defeat, you slumped your way to your own floor that you haven’t been using much since you and Wanda started dating over three months ago. The room feels cold and bare without the warm and softness of the witch. You lie in bed just hoping that tomorrow you can finally talk to her and make up for your reckless behaviour. With that, you slowly close your eyes and hope for tomorrow.

The feeling of cool metal pinches slightly against your skin, stirring you awake suddenly at the thought of an intruder. Your eyes open wide and wild, ready to attack before they lay upon emerald eyes with a tint of red flickering around her iris. You open your mouth to speak but with the simple lay of her finger to your lips, you stay silent as she hushes you.

You look towards your left wrist noticing a pair of shining metal handcuffs attached to it as she brings your arm up towards your headboard, bounding you to it before moving to your right wrist.

“Wanda baby, what are you doing?” You question with a twitch of a smirk already knowing the answer, you watch as a devilish smirk appears on her delicious red lips as she clicks the last pair into place, the weight of her on your stomach welcoming as a deep fire sets low within your navel. She leans down towards your ear and whispers softly with such command and lust.

“You pull a stunt like that again; you won’t be coming for a month.” Before taking your earlobe between her teeth and dragging it out and licking around the shell of your ear making you moan.

“Wanda, I’m sorr-” Her lips press against your own silencing your apology. Her red lips placing a small delicate kiss across your cheek and down your neck, never missing an inch of skin.

“Mmm, I love satin lace on you.” She comments above you, her hands dipping low and under your top trailing her fingers across your stomach and up towards your breasts. The action causes your stomach to become exposed to the cold air in the room making you gasp at the change in heat against your skin before she dips her head low and places a wet kiss against your navel. She looks up towards you, her mouth still hovering over your stomach as she smirks a little.

“I’m going to ravish you until you are seeing stars in the night sky, my love. But before that, I want to tell you something.” She informs, leaning back up into a sitting position upon your waist.

You got to place your hands upon her thighs but wince and grunt at the restriction, feeling helpless against the cuffs.

“Wanda, untie me so I can feel you.” You whine.

“You feel helpless, don’t you? To be restrained by something and be unable to reach out and touch me. That’s exactly how I felt today Y/N, I have never felt such terror and dread in my life… to be so helpless. If I had missed you by a split second, that would have been it. I would have lost you.” She confesses, you watch as tears build in her beautiful eyes as she follows the pattern her fingers are creating on your stomach, her chin trembling as she continues to feel you, her touch soft and slow as if trying to memorise every feeling, every touch of you.

“Wanda please, untie my hands so I can hold you.” You plead, snapping her out of her thoughts. With a flick of her wrists the cuffs become loose as they limp to your sides at the sudden lack of restraint. You quickly pull her to you and hold her close, while she cries into your chest.

With your hands cradling her face, you bring her lips towards your own in a desperate kiss.

“I promise, I will never go against you or the team again baby. I’m sorry.” You vow, through breathless kisses. With that said, Wanda pulls you closer to deepen the kiss as tongue and teeth clash in desperate need for one another.

“I’m going to make love to you, moya lyubov and I want you to feel every moment of it.” She whispers against your lip as she grinds low on top of you, her panties under her oversized tee doing nothing to hide how wet she is underneath. You watch as her eyes spark a blood red as she grinds again against you making her groan in pleasure as you feel the rush of arousal hit you.

“Make me feel, Wanda.” With a mischievous smile, she does exactly that.

#wanda maximoff x female!reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elisabeth olsen #scarlet witch x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n

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poormeowmeowcollector · 4 years ago

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Two Gals Sitting On An Elevator Because They're Not Gay

Pairing: Lady Loki/Female Reader

Warnings: claustrophobia, panic attacks

Summary: with the power cut off, you get trapped in an elevator with Loki.

Notes: after being tempted by a certain lady *coughcough* @lucywrites02 *coughcough*, my bisexual thirsty ass needed Lady Loki, okay?

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You're pacing down the corridor, the shoes slamming rhythmically on the tile floor. It's just your first meeting and you're already late.

You slide into the elevator right before it closes, pressing the button and staying put in a corner.

"Good day," a posh voice greets. You turn to face a woman around your age, black locks of hair framing her sharp and pale face, her green eyes scanning you. She's also dressed nicely, a black leather jacket and jeans with old boots and a green tee, some gold jewelry here and there. And she is holding four cups of coffee, the biggest ones the shop inside the Tower has to offer.

"Good day," you smile and nod, eyes still on her. You can swear she looks familiar, apart from illegally attractive. "Excuse me, but have we met again? You look familiar," you mutter, already regretting it. Gosh, you sound like a freak.

"Perhaps from the TV, when the attack took place," she answers, voice low and deep. You stop and think for a bit. The only women on the TV from back then were Agent Hill and Agent Romanov, and this woman is much taller and paler than both of them. You're ready to ask for more information, in hope of recognising her.

"Apologies, I looked different then. I'm Loki," she explains, a tint of anxiety in her eyes.

"It's fine, don't bother with it. Oh, by the way, what're your pronouns?" you ask, secretly glad to see that anxiety dying out.

"Thank you, she/they for now," she smiles, still small and distant. You nod and stay silent, feeling that there's nothing more to add to the convention. Loki agrees with it.

There is a silent agreement among humanity, one that says that we cannot stare when inside an elevator. But your eyes can't stop trying to steal glances. It's not the superhero fact, you knew very well that you needed to acknowledge the fact that you're on the tower and respect those people's boundaries the moment you got the job. It's how damn beautiful they are, even though she's just standing there.

Then, you can't stare altogether, because the lights are out and the elevator comes to a halt.

"What just happened?" There's an obvious panic on Loki's voice, accompanied by a small breeze.

"Probably the power was cut off. A second generator or the reactor will turn on again soon, don't worry. We just need a light so we don't bump into each other…" you mutter, trying to find your phone.

Which you, apparently, forgot at home when you rushed here. Great!

"Do you happen to have something that can light up the place?" You ask, trying not to groan. A small lantern appears on the centres of the small box, lighting it up with a green light.

"Nice, relaxing," you smile at Loki, watching as they nod from their tiny corner. You sigh and go to the door, trying to open it.

"Allow me," Loki appears from behind you and digs her fingers into the small split, the metal bending around them. With one flex of their hands, the doors are torn apart, only to reveal a wall. There's no light or air coming from below or above, you're trapped exactly between the floors.

"JARVIS, tell Stark that we're here," she sighs and turns towards the black screen that is supposed to be the board. Nothing happens.

"Maybe the AI needs power to work. They'll find us. Until then, we should get comfortable," you suggest as you sit down, facing the green lantern. Loki hums but doesn't sit. Instead, they walk around in circles like a caged animal and mess with their fingers (the coffees are on a corner), an obvious nervous gesture.

Without thinking about it, you grab your fidget toy from your bag and wait until Loki walks in front of you so you can kick her gently. "What?" They ask, glaring at you. You smile and offer the toy, watching her expression becoming softer as she takes it and starts messing with it instead of her fingers.

"I apologise, but I don't have the best experience with closed rooms, they're like cages," they laugh, the nervous kind of it.

"No need to apologize," you shrug, mentally trying to think of a way to make it more bearable. Damn, you should have searched for it while you had the chance…

The elevator gets colder, distracting you for the mental barade on how ignorant you are. "Could we run out of air?" Loki asks, stopping the walk and staring at you.

"There's a vent on the ceiling and air coming from the holes in the door so, no," you take it literally. It probably won't help but she still nods and tries to smile.

They sit down, opposite to you, and keep playing with the toy, eyes lost. Her lips are muttering things in a language that comes to your ears as a combination of trills, groans and gagging sounds. Their skin becomes clammy and pale and their eyes glassy, shoulders jumping up and down faster than before.

You're not an expert, but this is not a good sign.

Your breath comes out visible from the cold as you call Loki's name. She doesn't respond. Instead, they throw the toy down and curl into a ball, head hidden and something between wheezing and sobbing coming out of them. Her hands, tight around her curled feet, have a green glow on the fingers, like fire threatening to burn everything down.

You move closer and call their name again, hoping you won't starle them and make it worse. She doesn't flinch, but doesn't respond either. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. You're safe. You will be fine, alright? You'll be fine," you whisper, again to no avail.

You try to run your hand against the green flames, still repeating those words and warning her. It covers your fingers too, giving you a numbing sensation of a sleeping limp.

Then, Loki literally grabs you like you're a teddy bear and squeezes you, but gives you enough freedom to do the same. You're afraid to apply pressure but they squeeze you back, almost asking you to mimic them.

So, you hug each other for dear life, your hands drawing patterns on her back. Against your body, their heart pounds like it's going to break out and their lungs move faster than light, their whole body shaking and feeling clammy and cold. She's resting her head against your shoulder, tears streaming down as she fights for air.

"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay. You'll be okay. It will pass, I promise. Just try to breathe and wait, okay? You're not alone in this one, you're not. Everything will be okay," you whisper again and again against their ear, hoping to help somehow.

It takes time and effort for Loki to finally draw a full breath, even though a shaky one. You smile and praise her for it, happy to hear the next ones being more full of air and feel her body steady.

But there's a cold wave again.

"Sh- I'm so sorry… I-I… I had no control…" they mutter and break the hug, head hanging down with shame.

"Since you're better, it doesn't matter," you smile, trying to find her hand again. She's quick to cup yours with hers, squeezing and tracing lines with her thumb.

"Then, thank you," they raise their head and give you a weak smile, eyes still glassy from the tears.

"Don't mention it. Em… do you want me to step back, give you space?"

She nods a no. "Actually, I would ask for the exact opposite," they whisper, trying to maintain the smile. You turn around and sit beside her, your upper body resting against the metal wall.

"You're free to go ahead, you know," you let them know. Without a warning, not that you needed one, she tangles her hand against your and lays on your shoulder, breathing heavily. You move your own hand against their waist, bringing them closer.

"Can I ask, why do you feel so safe with me? You're literally a goddess," you ask.

"You aren't a threat. When you," she stops to take a breath, "when you touched my seiðr, it felt safe," they explain, voice wheezing just so.

"The green fire thing?" You furrow your brows. Loki gives you a hum.

Neither speaks for a long time, you stay put where you are. But it's not awkward at all. In fact, it's quite comfortable. She stays there, the small and occasional squeezing on your side by her hand is the only proof that she hasn't fallen asleep, but it's obvious how the attack drained her.

Then, they start humming a tune, completely foreign to your ears.

"What's that song?" You ask out of the blue, praying you won't starle her.

"An old lullabye Frigga used to sing to me and Thor when we were small. She said it has a protection spell to keep creatures of the night away," they sigh. Only from the myths, you recognise the name.

"It probably is inappropriate to ask, but do you mind singing it out loud? The melody sounds sweet," you suggest, voice small. Loki chuckles.

"My singing is terrible in this form, I was unfortunately trained to sing only with the male voice and there's no way I'm turning into him anytime soon,"

"Oh, okay then," you nod at her response, convinced that that's the end of the discussion. Loki stays silent for some long moments, and then they straighten themselves against the wall.

"Come, lay here. If I am to do it, better do it the way she did," she argues, petting her thigh. Whatever bisexual alarms exist in your brain start beeping like bomb sirens from the WWII, so loudly that you swear they can hear them.

"We're strangers…" it's all you manage to say. Loki responds with a shrug.

"Yes, and?"

You nod and do as she commanded, your eyes put on hers. They smile and take some deep breaths, you don't know if it's to gather courage or air.

Then, she starts singing. The sounds are still rough and hard, like their mumbling earlier, and the melody is completely foreign to your ear. It doesn't stop it from being magical. You soon close your eyes and find yourself relaxing in her lap, drunk in her voice.

Their foot jerks, hitting your head and making you groan as you land face–first on reality. "You could at least pay some attention," she scolds, icy eyes glaring at you.

"I'm sorry, I got lost in the song. But your singing is stunning," you try to explain yourself, but their face doesn't seem to soften.

"You could use a better lie, I sound like a dying goose," she maintains her serious face, or façade, even though you start grinning.

"Now who's lying?" you tease, rising up and going back to your previous position beside them. Her cheeks go pink and then red, the blush spreading to her ears and her lips turning into a thin line.

And gosh, they're so adorable!

"I-" she stammers, seconds before hiding her burning face between her fingers and muttering in Old Norse.

"Hey, are you alright?" you ask, worried you might have triggered another attack. They nod and sigh, revealing their now pinkish face.

"I apologize, it just started to hurt," she whispers, eyes looking down at her hands. You shrug one shoulder.

"You have nothing to apologize for." They smile at the answer, laying back at your shoulder and digging their nose in your neck, long cold fingers grabbing your hand and playing with it as tickling fire comes and goes. She digs her head out, watching carefully your hand's reaction to the fidgeting.

"You have a beautiful hand, you know that?" they mutter, almost you themselves.

"Thank you," you don't know if you giggle from the comment or the tickling coming from her seiðr. They hum, consecrated on your hand and maintaining a second wave of comfortable silence for several minutes.

"What do you plan to do when we get out?" she asks out of the blue, leaving your hand alone and hiding back to your neck.

"Make sure I'm not fired, apologize to my boss, probably get something to eat since I didn't have time for breakfast…" you whisper, scared of breaking the silence.

"If Stark fires you, he dies, slowly," they don't break the calm with the threat, but you still giggle at it.

"Thank you, sweetie. What're you planning to do?" you beam and move some hair away from her face as she turns around.

"Move to a balcony, smoke the whole tobacco industry, never use an elevator again, and kill Stark," they shrug, gazing at the metal wall in front of you.

"Sounds like a plan," you grimace and fail to hold back a shiver. When did it get so cold again?

Loki starts to quiver too, but you bet it's not from the cold.

"Loki?" you keep quiet, hoping you won't scare her. They don't respond.

Instead, she just sits there, like a statue, vacant eyes on the wall.

"Loki, you're safe now. Okay? You'll be alright. I promise, you'll be just fine," you start whispering again, raising a hand to hold them.

Your head gets slammed against the wall. Loki stands in front of you, her eyes glowing green and filled with rage and a flaming punch being ready to launch in your face. You raise your hands in surrender, praying that they'll see them instead of the way you shiver from fear.

Her eyes soften, and then water up. "You're not- Oh Norns, I'm so- Oh Gods!" they stammer and walk back, their whole body shaking. She stops on the neatest wall, her feet collapsing and making her fall down.

They need space, you know that, but you still walk closer. "It's okay, you didn't mean to," you whisper, now careful not to touch without permission.

"I almost…" she mutters, hiding her face behind her hands.

"Almost. You didn't do it," you debunk, hoping it will somehow help.

Plus that punch couldn't be so bad. Expect that they're able to bend metal… minus the magic… Nevermind, you'd break your skull.

"Hey, did you listen? You didn't do it. It was close, yes, but it didn't happen," you repeat, sure that her thinking was louder than your speaking.

"Could you… could you stop talking? Please?" they whisper, removing their hands from their face to glare at you.

You nod, waiting for another way to help. She pats the metal beside her, and you move there, letting her lay on your shoulder again.

"You know, I never thought of you as a cuddler…" you comment.

"If you tell anyone, I will kill you," they growl. You nod, sure she didn't feel like joking.

You stay still as they move around to get more comfortable, ending again on your shoulder but this time their body is relying on yours and their nose brushing your neck. For someone as thin, you didn't expect her to be that heavy, but you're not getting crushed, literally, so you don't complain.

"What happened? Did the snake eat your tongue?" they purr, and you get to feel their sinuses vibrating as they speak.

"You asked for silence," you shrug your free shoulder, turning to face her. They hum and go silent again, pressing their face harder on your neck.

"Oh, apologies," she whispers, after a yawn so soft you thought it's just a sigh, her voice dragged and half asleep.

"It's fine, you can even sleep," you whisper back, smiling as they smile at you and dive further down.

And maybe five minutes later, her breath evens out and deepens. You stay even more still, they had maybe three panic attacks, they must be exhausted. So, in order to entertain yourself, you decide to daydream and maybe count the deep sighs she releases against your neck.

At about ten sighs, the elevator starts moving down, which is enough to wake them up. "They're getting us out?" she asks and yawns, eyes on the wall that reveals the door of the lower floor.

Someone digs their fingers on the other metal wall and opens it. The sunlight makes you cover your eyes.

"Sister, are you well?" Thor's voice literally bombs as he runs inside.

"Be quiet, you idiot…" they respond, basically jumping up before Thor can realise that you were cuddling. You follow her path.

"Oh, a Mortal. Are you well?" Thor turns his eyes on you.

"Yes, yes. Is Mr Stark here, by any chance?" you mutter. The characteristic sound of the suit walking towards you is enough of an answer.

"Yes, miss. Don't worry, you're not fired. In fact, since you are now needed more spontaneously, you'll move here. And before you ask, yes, that's a promotion," he moves the metal mask out of his face to deliver the good news.

"Also, how did Loki not kill you?" Captain America pops up and asks.

"They were hugging when I opened the door," Thor answers before you can muster a lie. Your first reaction is to bite your lip and turn to Loki, whose face has gone all pink from the shame.

"No, no! She was scared and asked for it. I committed out of pity!" they make up a lie. All three heroes turn to you.

"Yes, yes, exactly. It was terrifying. Now, if I could… pack up my things? Yes… Gotta go, sorry…" you stammer and walk back, towards the staircase.

"Wait, I… I can help you. With the seiðr and superstrength and all…" Loki also stammers and follows you.

You walk down a level in complete silence, waiting to be 100% sure no one is listening. "They will never let that die out…" Loki sighs, her hand brushing her bright red cheeks.

"Definitely… in order to make up for the embarrassment, may I tempt you to dinner? On Friday? I know a nice place," you smirk, hoping to appear less messy.

They offer you a mischievous grin, her eyes shimmering in the dark staircase. "Temptation managed,"

#lady loki #loki/reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki marvel #loki #tw claustrophobia #tw panicking #elevator #bisexuality #chaotic bi energy #pre relationship #loki fluff #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #trapped in an elevator

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reawritesthings · 4 years ago

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cinderella ✿ rafe cameron ✿

summary: you and rafe have been secretly dating for a while due to you being a pogue. When you have to work at midsummers, you see rafe with another girl and get into fight about not wanting to be a secret anymore.

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We all know the famous story that a Kook and Pogue can't even been in the same room as each other, let alone dating. You were a rule breaker, and so was your fellow Kook who happened to accept your generous offer. It wasn't no ones business of what you guys did, but neither of you felt guilty.

"Are you sure that Sarah isn't here?" You muttered as you slowly parted your lips away from Rafe's looking around the living room.

"Babe. She's with Wheezie. They are out with my parents." Rafe reassured her, reaching for her lips again.

An hour and two into the day, you guys were still half naked admiring the weird pictures that Rose placed on the walls.

"You know, I don't get why she has these pictures? They aren't exactly inviting.." You muttered, as you slowly ran your hair through his hair whilst his body was pressed against yours.

"They may not be, but I know you are" Rafe smirked as he placed a light kiss under your neck, which was now a hickey.

"Rafe?" You spoke, darting your head up as you watched him pout.

"Baby girl." He mocked, slowly getting off your frame wrapping the sheet over you.

"When do we tell our friends... about us?" You blurred out, biting your lip as you didn't want to cause an argument.

Rafe looked at you, holding his hand out so he can hold yours. "One day... but, I like sneaking around. It makes the sex more great and I like having you to myself. I don't want to share you, just yet."

He had a way with his words which was one of the reasons why you were so infatuated by him. He was known to be the baddest Cameron in town but, to you he was just this massive goofball, who needed love and you gave him that.

"Okay, I admit. The sex is amazing, but I guess you are right. Besides, my friends finding out that I've been seeing a Kook? I don't want to rewrite history." You laughed placing a peck onto Rafe lips.

"C'mon doll. We have a midsummers to get ready for." Rafe smiled, getting up from the couch stretching his muscles which you weren't complain at all.

"As in we, you mean yourself. I'm helping Pope out, so I guess I'll see you later."

Gathering your stuff, and quickly changing you saw Rafe pulling you into a tight high. "As much as I want you as my date, and you by my side whilst I suck up to this losers, I have to go solo. I just need to get into my dad's good books and then maybe, we can tell the world that you're my baby girl." Rafe smirked, lifting your chin up as he gave you a soft kiss to your lips filling your mind with reassurance and hope that you'll finally be able to do this in public.

"Kids. Make sure you have a huge smile on your face, always be kind and do as they say." Mr Heyward ordered them as he handed Pope and Y/N their aprons.

"You got it. I'll be in charge of taking orders and you can fry?" You suggested to Pope which he agreed immediately as he wasn't a social talker as much as you were.

As guests were arriving, you were mesmerised by the efforts that the Cameron's did to make this a success. Shades of colours and flowers were everywhere, you were jealous that you weren't there in a beautiful dress but a girl can dream.

Pope can sense your aggravation as girls entered the gardens, wearing elegant dresses. He placed a hand on her shoulder, for comfort. "One day, us pogue will be able to come and i bet you'll be the belle of the ball."

You smiled at Pope, you loved his positivity and mind. Whenever you were down, he knew exactly what to say and what words to choose. "I suppose. I know exactly what dress I want. I've planned it."

Pope just chuckled, looking away from you as he went back to flipping burgers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I may present The Cameron's." The singer beamed as the spotlight was now on them. You immediately darted your eyes onto Rafe who was accompanied by a girl who wasn't you.

She was beautiful. Her hair was flowing nicely as the wind brushed past them. Everyone was admiring the new couple and even you were. Her dress was beautiful, it was the best one she had seen all night.

"Wow, she looks beautiful." Pope admired from where he was standing. You didn't respond, you simply carried on preparing the toppings for the burgers.

"Hey, May we have two burgers with everything inside?" Rafe's date smiled, as she looked over at Rafe who quickly rushed over.

"With the second burger, would you like pickles?" You asked as you knew Rafe hated them but his date nodded her head.

As Rafe catch on, he couldn't help but look at you. You were covered in grease, your hair was untidy and soot from the grill was all over your face.

"I actually don't want pickles." He butted in, looking at his date who gave the two of the a confused look.

You didn't even want to respond to his request. He knew you were angry and he wanted to make it up to you, but a brush of a finger tried to tell you but your hand instantly moved away.

"Seriously?" Rafe whispered, hoping his date wouldn't hear them.

"Rafe, not now. I have a job to do." You sneered, beginning to prepare the burgers.

"Fine." Rafe spat, snatching the burgers out of your hand moving his date towards the dance floor.

"What was that?" Pope asked you but you just shrugged.

"Have no clue. Kooks being dramatic." You laughed as you began to intend the next guests who were waiting.

You thought working for a party with so many people would fly by, but it hasn't. You and Pope have been busting your asses off all night, hearing the Kooks ramble about their lavishing homes.

You heard laughter coming from the dancer, you knew that laugh because it was reserved for you. Looking straight at them both, waltzing to the slowest song of the year you couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"Pope, I'm gunna head to the bathroom... I don't feel so good." You mumbled, walking away from the grill.

RAFe immediately stopped you leaving the station. He apologised to his date as he ran over to you, holding onto your hand as he pulled you close to him.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he wiped some of the soot off your face.

"Are you sure you want to be seen with a Pogue?" You spat, as you slapped his hand away from your face.

"Not this again, I told you that I like the way it is."

Rafe tried to keep a low voice but you were making that very hard for him.

"I don't. I don't want to be sneaking around anymore, Rafe. I want to be able to hold your hand in public. I want to dance with you at these dances, I want to kiss you whenever I want, where I want. I fucking love you." You blurted out, a huge pile of weight lifting from your shoulders. You didn't know how Rafe would react from that last sentence but at this rate, you couldn't care less.

"Come here." Rafe said, slamming his lips against yours knocking all the wind for your lungs. You didn't even get a moment to react when he pressed his tongue to the seem of your lips and, demanding access to let him into your mouth. Your arms reached up and tangled around his board neck, letting his hand drift onto your hips.

He parted away, placing your forehead against his. He didn't care if anyone was looking, he wanted everyone in this room to know that you were his. He was a fool to bring another girl to a dance, but right now, he didn't care. He was happy, he was happy with his Cinderella who didn't exactly get the dress but she got him, and that's all she wanted.

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one-boring-person · 4 years ago

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You Can Be My Wingman (Part Seven)

Pete "Maverick" Mitchel x reader

Warnings: reference to death

Context: (Y/n) and the other Top Gun aviators graduate, and are given deployment.

A/N: This has taken far too long to upload, but here it is! Enjoy!

Masterlist.

I barely hear the voices around me as the pilots and RIOs chatter amongst themselves, my mind elsewhere. Absentmindedly, I chew on the bitten nails of my hand, a habit I've developed over the last month or so, since Goose died, some form of nervous tick that helps me cope with the situation. To my side, Hawk carefully reaches over and pulls my hand away from my face, smiling reassuringly at me.

"He'll turn up, don't worry." The young RIO promises, adjusting his cap over his mess of tawny hair, golden eyes watching me as I shift in my seat.

"I hope so." I tug at the sleeve of my uniform, the pressed white fabric uncomfortable and hot in the blazing sun, a downfall of graduating outside.

Since the crash, Maverick has not been the same. Unlike me, who was able to pick myself up again and continue flying at a similar standard to before, Pete found it much harder, actively blaming himself for what happened, even after the inquiry board confirmed it was an unlucky accident, meaning he ultimately gave up in the end. When flying, he often pulled away from the battle, muttering "Not good, not good" into the mic, his confidence levels low, almost running dry. Everyone was affected by what happened; Hawk told me he'd even heard Iceman apologising to Maverick, which would never normally have happened, and many others had done the same. My nightmares had gotten worse, Goose and Maverick now joining the corpse of Matthew as he falls into the void, screaming at me, their voices adding to the haunting sounds, but I knew Maverick's were worse. He turned up to training with dark circles under his eyes, his weight decreasing from lack of hunger for food, his interest in doing well fading with it. I'd seen him clasping Goose's dog tags in his hand many times, his thumb idly tracing the engraved words, his conscience unable to let go of the RIO's memory.

I have no idea if he is going to come as I sit there, my mind replaying our short conversation at the airport the night before. I'd had to chase him there, following his motorbike with my own motorcycle, finally catching him in the cafe inside, trying to coax him into coming back, at least to the graduation. I knew I was the only reason he'd stayed for so long; I'd taken it upon myself to help him out of his problems, but somehow it hadn't worked. In my head, I'd thought he would accompany me back to the base, but in reality, he seemed abrupt and unwilling to come back, disregarding my words almost immediately. It hurt thinking about it; I'd come to have much stronger feelings for him and hearing him dismiss me was one of the worst things to face, but I knew he was unbearably upset, so I tried to let it slide.

Someone starts to read out some speech from the stage, the commander looking smart and professional in his own white and black uniform, sharp eyes raking over the graduates proudly. The words enter my ears, unlistened to, my mind unwilling to process them. A couple of lines are said about Matthew and Goose, congratulating their bravery and acknowledging their skill, as well as a quick sentence addressing Maverick and I, despite the former's absence. Finally, the commander announces who has won the trophy.

Unsurprisingly, it is Iceman and Slider, the two going up to claim their prize as everyone cheers. I make the effort to smile wearily at them, clapping with the rest, even though my heart isn't with it. As everyone gets up to speak with them and each other, I do the same, casting my eyes around the area, my gaze landing on a familiar pilot standing at the far end.

"You were right, Hawk." I say, nudging my RIO carefully in the ribs.

Confused, he looks at me before following my sight.

"It would appear so." He replies.

Seeing us, Maverick hesitantly walks over, offering a nod in greeting as he passes, going straight to Iceman and Slider.

He congratulates them, shaking their hands evenly, ignoring the stares from others around them. I step up to do the same, avoiding the lingering gaze of Iceman, making my way over to the drinks stand to pick up a glass of water, finding my mouth suddenly dry. Joining me, Maverick looks me up and down subtly, eyes meeting mine as he picks up a glass of water from beside me.

"Congratulations on graduating, (Y/N). You're a great pilot." He says to me, though his face gives nothing away.

"Thank you, but I'm nowhere near as good as you." I respond, fighting the urge to add "or as good as you used to be" , mentally scolding myself for it.

Scoffing, Maverick looks away, ashamed.

"Don't lie to yourself, (Y/N), you're better than me now than I'll ever be. At least you don't back away from a fight."

I look him in the eye, trying to catch his attention.

"That is the most ridiculous thing you've ever said to me." I point out to him, reaching out to lay my hand on his shoulder. Swallowing, he awkwardly shrugs me off, avoiding my now-hurt gaze. Stepping away, he stands by the pool, alone, unwilling to speak with me or anyone else. Ignoring the pain in my heart from his rejection, I turn away to find Hawk, going to stand with him as he converses with another pilot.

A little while later, Viper's sharp voice interrupts the chatter, his tone professional and serious.

"Pilots, we have orders to deploy four pairs of you to aid the USS Enterprise, as it needs help recovering a stricken ship." The commander tells us, unfolding a sheet of paper in his hands, reading off the names, "Iceman, Hollywood, Quicksilver and Maverick, you have been chosen to defend the ship. We expect you to leave as soon as possible."

"Sir, Maverick's flying has been untrustworthy recently. I don't trust he is well enough to fly." Iceman speaks up, concern crossing his features.

"Maverick will be fine." The commander growls in response, turning to the aviator in question, saying something to him, which draws a curious glance from the young pilot.

Quelling the unease rising in me, I think to the mission ahead. I'd never flown for the Enterprise before, but it would be an interesting experience in any case. Hawk looks determined as he shakes hands with Viper, smiling at me over the commander's shoulder. As the latter turns to me, he offers me his hand, which I take. Looking me in the eye, he congratulates me.

"Good luck, Quicksilver, I'm sure you and Hawk will do well." Leaning in closer, he whispers to me: "Look after Maverick, will you?"

Nodding, I set my jaw and look over at the pilot.

"Of course, sir."

I always will.

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kidofthekat · 4 years ago

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Salty Outcasts chapter 4 - Juleka

(link to masterpost).

“Hi Kagami!” Marinette called as she jogged up to the other girl and pulled out a seat next to her.

“I have already ordered your juice.”

“Thank you.” They lapsed into a comfortable silence as they waited for someone to bring them their drinks. They were sitting in a small juice bar close to the Eiffel Tower that the two had discovered a couple weeks ago. The interior was a cool relief to the burning heat outside, and although not that large, it had a selection of juices that satisfied even their very different tastes. A dark haired server brought them their juices as the girls began to talk.

“I know we normally have juice only once a week, but this is super fun. Thank you for inviting me Kagami!”

“It is my plea-”

“And you know I’ve had quite the week,” Kagami settled into her chair, awaiting the rambled rant that was coming, “Did you know that all the stores within a one mile radius from my house get delivered bananas early Saturday, today, which means they are all out on Friday’s? And that dried fruit is super expensive and only sold in whole food stores near me? Like why don’t normal supermarkets sell dried fruit?”

“They normally do, it must just be your area.” Mari-chan really went to a lot of effort for on banana.

“I know! It’s like the world is out to get me. Honestly I blame Plagg, his bad luck seems to transfer to me for no good reason, like excuse me Tikki, aren’t I meant to have good lu-ow” A harsh pinch on Marinette’s thigh snapped her out of her rant. She immediately went wide eyed at what she had said, realisation having come a little too late.

“Are you okay Mari-chan?”

Staring at Kagami for a second Marinette nodded and reached for her orange juice, hoping with her whole heart that she wouldn’t be questioned about her rant. Don’t know whether it was lucky I stopped when I did , or unlucky I started talking in the first place.

Kagami was at a loss, nothing Marinette had said made sense, but none of it had been about school either. Marinette usually wore her heart on her sleeves so why wasn’t she upset about this? She ended up deciding that for some reason or another Marinette must be too distracted to have noticed the world falling apart around her, but she wasn’t going to question what was distracting her friend as it made her job of keeping Marinette’s spirits up much easier.

“So… how is fencing recently? You have that big competition that Adrien is helping you with right?”

“Yes, it is in a months’ time from now in London, I must admit that the extra time with - ” Kagami was cut off by the ringing of Marinette’s phone playing a tune she was unfamiliar with. Apologising, Marinette picked it up and answered.

“Juleka?” Kagami put down her juice, Juleka was fake bluenette’s sister, right? “Woah, slow down. Okay. Hold on, we’ll be there in 10. Oh yeah, I’m with Kagami, she’s Adrien’s girlfriend,” oof that kinda hurt to say, Marinette shook her head and resumed speaking, “can she come? Thank you, take care!”

“That was Luka’s sister, no?”

“Yeah it was,” Marinette was already walking to the counter to pay, “She recently went through a break up, yesterday actually.” Paying the server, she pulled Kagami out of the café, “She is currently really hurt by it, and she has a right to be, so I’m gonna go and cheer her up, oh!”

Marinette suddenly stopped, causing Kagami to bump into her, “I’m sorry, I forgot to even ask if you wanted to come!”

“I will help Mari-chan, girl code and all that.” Kagami’s dead serious tone caused her friend to burst into laughter confusing her deeply. Though she shrugged it off in favour of enjoying the designers change in mood from the past few weeks, maybe their statement had been freeing to her? Those sheep definitely held Mari-chan back.

Juleka lay in her room on The Liberty feeling more alone than she could remember. Her mum had gone on the mundane task of grocery shopping and Luka had gone to find a song ‘in need’ that he had heard earlier that day.

The houseboat being unusually quiet had freaked her out a little, recently, more often than not, she had friends or kitty section over, livening the whole place up. But now, they were gone, and she didn’t think they were coming back, no matter how thought out the plan could be.

Pulling herself off the floor, Juleka trudged up from the lower deck to be greeted with the morning sun and a light breeze blowing her fringe into her eyes. Huffing, she made her way to the edge and sat on the low wall surrounding the deck with her feet dangling above the water.

Tuning out from the city noises, Juleka focused on the steady rhythm of the water below her and the swirling patterns created by passing boats. She took a deep breath and finally let herself cry, no longer holding in her hurt, knowing her friends were nearby.

Each sob was more heart-wrenching than the last to Marinette, she and Kagami had just reached the Liberty and climbed on board, their conversation drowned out by the broken goth. Kagami held back as Marinette sat beside Juleka, pulling her into a tight hug and whispering soothing words.

After a few minutes, Juleka’s sobs became small sniffles and Kagami had joined them by the boats edge.

“Thank you Marinette.”

“Please don’t thank me, just know I’ll be here whenever you need me, as will your brother and many others.”

“I don’t know, since we had the same friendship group, everyone would be torn on who to comfort anyway, and this whole Lila thing…” Juleka trailed off, her head hung low as she leaned into Marinette, looking over the river she had always called home.

Marinette had long ago realised that being Ladybug changed her ‘aura’, or, as Pollen had once put it, ‘you’re like a silent walking lullaby, everyone calms down in your presence whether or not they want to’. She also figured out that she could direct her ‘aura’, so that’s exactly what she did, focusing on the invisible mist that surrounded her and navigating it towards Juleka, though it seemed to have been a bit too strong as a yawn broke the silence.

“It’s gonna be okay, you just gotta push through and we will help you, you did nothing wrong.” As Marinette continued to encourage Juleka, Kagami got increasingly confused until she decided to speak her mind.

“I do not understand.”

“Hm?”

“Why are you upset? Surely this is a good thing.”

“Uh, Kagami? Her girlfriend just broke up with her.”

“Yes, but her girlfriend did so because she believed a liar over her. Juleka, I believe she has done you a favour as she clearly didn’t trust you enough and trust, or so I have been told, is very important in a relationship. She saved you from wasting more ti- oh I see, you are upset that you didn’t see who she truly was earlier on.” Kagami nodded her head as if to show understanding, oblivious to the other two girls silent giggles.

“I don’t think that’s quite it.” Marinette ventured.

“But thank you Kagami.” She released herself from Marinette’s hold and gave the fencer a quick yet fierce hug.

Smiling, Marinette stood up, “come on, lets go somewhere and do something to cheer you up.”

“Juleka I’m assuming you skipped breakfast, typical of your blood type when going through a break-up, and since Marinette and I haven’t eaten either, brunch at the bakery seems good.” Kagami led them off the boat as Juleka looked to Marinette curiously.

“Blood type?”

She giggled a little as she answered, “Yeah, it’s kinda like a horoscope in Japanese culture.”

“How does she know my blood type though?”

“Vampire?”

“Maybe, another time though, your parents’ macarons sound like heaven right about now.”

Thanks for reading. Sorry it took a while but in the bright side I have finally figured out how I’m gonna write the rest of the story! Also thanks @flufflepuffle296 for proof reading, don’t know what I would do without you! Masterpost.

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xddaengx · 5 years ago

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Welcome Home: Surprise

⚬ Pairings: Yoongi x Reader | Hoseok x Reader | Jimin x Reader

⚬ Warnings: Mentions of Hybrid Fighting | Mentions of Nightmares |

⚬ Word Count: 4.8k

⚬ Summary: You bought the old cottage not expecting much from it - you knew the old house was going to come with some abandoned furniture from the previous owners - but you didn’t expect the panther hybrid to be apart of the deal.

⚬ Author’s Note: I apologise for this part taking so long...Things just have gotten crazy with my shifts at work and I haven’t had a lot of time. Hopefully writing will become a bit smoother soon. If you would like to be added to the tag list just comment on this post - I hope you all enjoy.

(You can find all parts of the series HERE)

“Jimin, stop throwing things from your window.” You shout up at the feline hybrid chucking the plastic wrapping out of his window as he rearranges the furniture in his bedroom to suit his preference - which seems to be cozy yet luxurious. Hobi had finished his room in two hours all his belonging unpacked and his bed set up with a fresh set of sheets - he smiles at you from the master bedroom, after insisting that he fix up your own bedroom wanting to surprise you with a make over.

“It’s what you deserve.” He had explained as Jimin nodded from his spot on the lounge. You had eventually given in - even giving Hobi some money to go buy some decorations and a can of paint. That’s how you sit out in your back garden watching the two hybrid bustle in the bedrooms - trying to make the large cottage as homey as possible.

You could see Hoseok’s tail wagging in fury as he rolls the paint on your walls - the colour splattered on his cheeks as he smiles waving a hand out the window every now and then before he continues to move around your room - it’s about lunch time when the two of them come down stairs - both covered in a sky blue paint, their stomachs growling for food. The three of you tuck into some sandwiches and salt and vinegar chips while you wait for the paint in your room to dry - eventually Jimin and Hoseok slink back up the stairs to finish the bedrooms leaving you to mull around the garden planning how you were going to fix it up.

“Maybe a vegetable garden there - oh and some daisies over there.” You whisper to yourself as you stroll around the back garden finding the spots overgrown with weeds and in need of desperate clean up. It’s not even twenty minutes after you grab your notebook beginning to jot down all the improvements you were planning on doing with your garden that Hoseok comes bounding down the stairs and out to where you sat a small table and set of chairs.

“I finished your room - I think you’re really going to like it.” He chides - his smile big enough to make you drop your notebook on the table and follow him eagerly up the stairs not sparing a thought the the loud thumb you hear from the roof - must be a cat.

“Oh, Hobi, It’s beautiful.” You coo, as you walk into your bedroom - the wall behind your bed painted a light blue, the rest of them a bright white - the bed sheets matching the colours almost exactly.

“I know you like to read - so Jimin and I looked up good chairs for reading…and obviously we had to go with white to match everything else.” Hobi says softly as he points towards the short backed chair he had placed in the corner - with a soft cushion, it definitely looked like the perfect spot for reading. He had placed a large fake plant behind the chair claiming ‘I wanted to add some colour’, before pointing out a few other things in the room.

“It was Jimin’s Idea to put the light behind your head board - he said it would make it easier for you to read on your bed, or do work at night time.” Hobi’s words draw the puffed feline into your room - who looks proud at his few additions to the room.

“We also thought you might want to keep your ratty old desk” Jimin adds pointing to the white, paint covered desk sitting in front of your window - the perfect spot for it honestly. You could see right out the window into the backyard, the yellow sunflowers tucked against the back fence in the centre of your vision.

“And lastly your new light…” Hoseok says directing your attention back to the hanging pendent light in the centre of your room. The light was decorated with glass flowers - the light reflecting the clear and blue colours of the glass - covering your room in the shadows of flowers.

“You guys…” You coo at the two of them. Turning away from them quickly trying your hardest not to cry at the effort they had put in to making the room a dream. Jimin seems to notice your discomfort immediately and grab your hand dragging you to look at his soon to be finished bedroom.

His bedroom was surprisingly bright - the large windows to the side of his bed lighting up the room and making it feel warm and cozy. Jimin had tried his best to put his bedsheets on himself but eventually admits that hoseok helped him put the white sheet on his bed - his pillows all mis matching as the feline couldn’t remember where he put all his bed stuff. You immediately take notice of the small teddy bear sitting on one of the pillows and take it in your hands looking at Jimin in surprise.

“What? Mr Flop always helped me through rough times.” He defends with a shy smile, watching as you grin back gently placing the teddy back on his pillow. “Oh, I bought this table the other day - I thought maybe you and me could have tea in here at night and play chess or something.” Jimin adds pointing to the small table with two chair sitting besides his bed - a small chess board already sitting on top.

“It looks wonderful Jimin. You did great.” You coo, patting the hybrid gently on his head as he lets out a small purr of contempt.

“I guess we should go see my room now.” Hoseok says quietly you and Jimin following closely behind the canine as he walks down the hall to the room right across from yours. His room was very simple - the walls staying the bright white it was when you had first arrives, with no more than a plant and a small night themed decoration hanging on his walls - as well as a painting he had found interesting when he went to the store. His bed was low to the ground - the canine being more comfortable, saying he didn’t feel as vulnerable - with the same grey and white sheets he had had when the two of you lived in your city apartment.

He had a few more minimal decorations around the room - like a small potted plant underneath the small window - and a small rug on the hardwood floors where he thought it would be good to sit and meditate.

“I didn’t really add much - cause I don’t spend much time in here anyway.” Hoseok said shyly as Jimin mumbled about the room being bland.

“I think it’s perfect Hobi - It’s a lot like you, organised and put together.” You say rubbing his back lightly as he seems to perk up a little bit - deciding it was going to be time to start cooking dinner.

The three of you had managed to unpack the kitchen and the living room quite quickly when you had first arrived - deciding those room were the most important before they were allowed to finish their own rooms.

You had Hobi had decided it would be best to make something simple for dinner - the three of you exhausted from your day of unpacking and moving. With a quickly thrown together spaghetti bolognese - and the three of you scoffing it down in under twenty minutes - you were all ready to head off to bed.

Jimin had elected to sleep in his own room for the night - much to Hoseok delight - saying he wanted to experience waking up in the country side with his windows open for the first time. After bidding him goodnight - you and Hoseok trudge off to your bedroom, quickly getting changed into pyjamas before sliding under the new covers with a happy sigh.

Hoseok seems more than happy with your reaction - his arms wrapping tightly around your waist pulling you towards him - you head planted softly on his chest.

“Goodnight.” You squeak, the warmth and comfort of the hybrids chest lulling you to sleep quite quickly.

“Goodnight.” He mirrors pressing a short kiss to the tip of your nose before tucking your head under his chin, his breathing evening out quicker than you ever thought was possible - though you followed him to sleep town shortly after.

The loud rustling sounds had become more common over the past week you and your hybrids had spent at the new cottage. It was consistently in the middle of the night - the sound usually coming after the three of you had gone to bed for the night.

After the eighth night of hearing the rusting and clanging of the down stairs fridge - you give up on trying to sleep - sliding easily out of Hoseok’s grip, slipping on your fluffy slippers and a dressing gown - the countryside being a lot colder than you had expected - before making your ways down the stack of stairs slowing slightly as you see a small white light coming from the kitchen.

You round the corner into the kitchen stopping as the hybrid whips his head up from the bowl of cereal sitting in front of him on the bench - the door to the fridge sitting open illuminating the boy and his black sleek ears. The two of you stare at each other for another moments before the hybrid sighs picking up his bowl of cereal and moving to leave the kitchen.

“Wait…Who are you? How did you get in here?” You question the boy turning back towards you when he stops at the base of the stairs - his tail flicking behind him. He cocks his head to the side, watching you curiously as you tuck your hands under you arms waiting for him to answer.

“I’m Yoongi…Did they not tell you about me?” He asks you back quickly looking even more confused as you shake your head at his words.

“Tell me what?”

“What did the listing say when you bought this house?” He questions you - ignoring your own question.

“What do you mean?”

“The listing you saw - it said comes with some of the previous owners belongings, didn’t it?” The sleek hybrid asks you - moving away from his spot at the stairs, closer towards where you stand in the kitchen doorway.

“It did - but I just thought it meant some old furniture and stuff…” You respond - every decision you’ve ever made being questioned.

“Of course you did - that’s what the average person would think. The real estate decided that would be enough to let people know what they were getting into - but they’re also scum bags so… It’s no surprise they didn’t specify that I was apart of the deal.” Yoongi says as he moves past you placing his half eaten bowl of cereal on the bench before making his way back to the stairs.

“What’s your name by the way?” He asks stopping as he gets half way up the stairs - you manage to spit out your name quickly, the hybrid repeating it slowly his smile growing.

“See you around, then.”

You don’t know where the hybrid went after you managed to shake off your shock and follow him up the stairs. You slowly slip back into the bed next to Hoseok who just hums in content as he wraps his arms around you.

“Where’d you go?”

“Just to get some water.” You respond nuzzling your head closer to Hoseok’s chest, trying to forget about the honest hybrid you had just met down stairs.

Maybe it was just a fever dream?

Maybe he wasn’t real.

He was definitely real.

It had been two days since your late night meeting with the surprise hybrid - and both your canine and feline hybrids had figured out something was wrong.

The morning after your encounter you had walked into the kitchen to see Jimin sniffing around the bench and grimacing.

“Something wrong?” You asked as you watched the feline continue to smell the kitchen bench with distaste.

“There’s just this really strange smell - it’s smells like mint and rain, it’s very different to you or Hoseok.” Jimin answers taking another long sniff before shaking his head in confusion. You sputter for a bit before managing to piece together a sentence.

“Maybe Hoseok is trying those weird juice mixtures he keeps seeing online.” Your excuse seems to appease Jimin’s curiosity as he nods lightly accepting your words and moving away from the spot besides the counter, pressing a small kiss on your check and he makes his way to his room - mumbling about hoseok’s drink making ability.

That night you had seen Yoongi sitting on the steps eating a sandwich - he smiled and shot you a small wave as you made your way to the kitchen grabbing yourself a glass of orange juice - but as you made your way back to your bedroom, the hybrid was gone - and an empty plate sat in his place.

You and Hoseok have been trying to fix the overgrown garden during the day as much as you can - but the afternoon after your second sighting of Yoongi, Hoseok seems to be a little more alert than usual, his ears perking up every now and then - his gaze scanning the backyard for something.

“Can you hear that?” Hoseok asks as you try to pull the weeds away from the rose bush.

“Hear what?” You question back - stiffing as you spot Yoongi looking at you from the attic an entertained smile of his face.

“I can hear someone laughing and it’s not Jimin.” Hoseok says, pointing to the sleeping feline - who sits on the back steps in the sun - to prove his point.

“I can’t hear anyone laughing.” You mumble as you continue to look up at the man sitting on his window seal letting out small chuckles at the canines confusion. “Maybe we better end our gardening here for today.” You suggest trying to usher Hoseok inside before he looks up at the attic window.

You almost have him at the back door when he glances up making eye contact with Yoongi - who seems surprised he was found out. You don’t have any time to grab Hoseok before he’s bolting away from you and up the stairs no doubt trying to get to the intruder.

“Hobi…Wait… Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit.” You huff - stomping your way up the stairs behind Hoseok. “Hobi, Please don’t do anything stupid.” You yell as you finally make your way up the stairs and over to the ladder leading to the attic.

As you reach the top floor you look to the corner - Hoseok letting out low growls, as he back yoongi into the corner - yoongi returning the growls quietly.

“What’re you doing in my house?” Hoseok sneers at the feline - not even noticing your presence in the room. Yoongi doesn’t answer, just looking between you and the canine hybrid, his eyes pleading for you to step in.

“Hobi, step back now…” You say as you approach the canine hybrid - his tail sticking straight out behind him as he continues to watch the small man.

“Hoseok, I’m not going to ask you again…Come over here now.” You say a little more firmly, taking the hybrid by surprise. The canine turns to you his eyes wide, his tail tucking beneath his legs, his ear flattening on his head. He looks over to Yoongi once more before slowly making his way to your side, his hands tense on his sides.

“Hobi…Yoongi technically lives here too.” You begin to explain, Yoongi seeming to relax a little at the submissive expression the hybrid is showing. “He was left behind by the previous owners, and as I recently learned was apart of the deal when we bought the house.” You continue Hobi’s head sinking lower as he gaze stays on the floor.

“I’ve thought about it for a while - and he’s going to be staying here if he would like…It’s not like we can ask him to leave, it’s his house too.” You finish taking Hoseok hands in yours as you try to get him to look at you.

Hobi nods, looking down at your hands before pulling his out of yours. He looks over to the sleek hybrid, and then back to you before sighing and leaving the two of you alone in the attic. You stare at the empty spot where Hoseok had just stood before turning back to Yoongi with an apologetic smile.

“He’s not the best with surprises.” You begin, letting out a long sigh pushing your hair out of your face, “Why don’t you come join us for dinner tonight? We can all get to know each other a bit better.” You finish trying to muster a brighter smile but from Yoongi’s perspective you failed miserably.

“Sure…I’ll be there.” He says trying to ease a bit of your concern. He watches as you nod slowly before mulling another short apology and disappearing down the ladder back to the main portion of the house.

The four of you had sat down for dinner almost and hour ago and you think it’s safe to say it has been an absolute disaster.

“What kind of person just freeloads off the people who move in?” Hoseok shouts at the alarmed hybrid sitting across the table from the angry German shepherd.

“I think it’s a very clever idea.” Jimin adds into the conversation for the first time that night - seeming to enjoy Hoseok lack of control.

You decide to call it quits after Hoseok anger turns onto Jimin - the night obviously not going to pick up and the food going cold in the centre of the table. You apologise once again to Yoongi, not sure what else to say, but the sleek hybrid just waves your apology away.

“You shouldn’t be the one apologising…Frankly, you’ve been nothing but kind to me.” He says softly after the canine storms off to get ready for bed.

“Still… I feel like I could’ve made that go better.” You huff, looking over at Jimin who just shrugs his shoulders, still watching the other hybrid as if he’ll strike at any moment.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” Yoongi says with a smile before wandering his way upstairs, a warm plate of cookies in his hands.

“Well, it probably could’ve gone worse.” Jimin pipes up as you turn to look at him with a frown. “What?…They could’ve actually attacked each other.” He adds, and for the tenth time that night you sigh.

Its eleven thirty once you decide to head to bed. Walking into your dark room expecting to see the canine hybrid in your bed as per usual - only to see the white haired feline staring back at you, a book open in his lap.

“Is he really that mad?” You question Jimin as you slide off you jeans to pull on a pair of tracksuit pants - not bothering with changing your shirt.

“Seems like it…To be honest, I think he’s more hurt than anything.” Jimin begins, only continuing once you slide under the covers besides him. “You usually tell him everything - and this time you hid something quite big from him. He’s probably hurt because he thinks you don’t trust him.”

“You think? I just didn’t know what to do - to be honest Yoongi was as much of a surprise to me as he was to you guys, and I wanted to make sure what he was saying was true before I said anything.” You explain to Jimin who nods giving you a comforting smile, closing his book and throwing it on the bedside table.

“Why does everything have to be so hard?” You whine, as Jimin wraps his arms around you pulling you to lie down besides him, your head leaning on his arm.

“Oh, my poor baby…” He coos back at you, patting your head softly pressing a soft kiss on your forehead before tilting your head up to look at him. “He’s not going to be mad at you forever…trust me, it’s hard to go longer than a day without a good cuddle.” Jimin’s words coax a small chuckle out of you - as you lean up to press a small kiss on his cheek before rolling over in his arms, turning to face the door - hoping you would catch a glimpse of the canine before falling asleep.

Luck was just not on your side.

It’s been six days.

Six days since Hoseok has slept in your room.

And six days since Hoseok had even acknowledged you.

Apparently he had taken, you not telling him about Yoongi much harder than anyone thought he would. Even Jimin had been surprised - expecting the canine hybrid to be sleeping in your bed the day after you initial fight.

But he was wrong…Hoseok had taken to sleeping in his clean, organised room. Only coming out to get food and water when he needed it - though you assumed he would also sneak out of his room for toilet breaks.

Jimin had decided he would temporarily take Hoseok’s spot in your bed, knowing having one of them beside you was what managed to keep the nightmares at bay. Though the past few nights, even having Jimin’s tight grip around your waist wasn’t enough.

Every time you woke up - a scream ripping from your throat - you expected to see Hoseok waiting there. But only a confused sleek hybrid stood in your doorway, watching as Jimin tried to calm you down - to explain that no one was going to hurt you.

“I just need some fresh air.” You huff wiping your eyes as you turn to look at Jimin, giving his hands a tight squeeze before slipping out of the bed - wrapping your large dressing gown around your shoulder.

“Alright, well I’ll just wait here.” Jimin calls out, knowing you were probably already halfway down the stairs by now.

“Fuck.” You hiss as you swing open the backdoor letting the cold air hit your face and knock the remanence of the nightmare away. You pull out one of the chairs at the table slumping into it as you look up at the bright moon.

“Seems like things are getting a bit rough?” Yoongi’s voice was something of dreams - it was soft and deep and had all the potential to lure someone straight to the depth of the oceans. It was hard to turn and glare at him, when his voice relaxed every muscle in your body.

“Yeah…They’re not exactly going to plan.” You sigh, pushing your hair out of your face before turning and pulling the chair that sits besides you a little closer, patting it softly for Yoongi to take a seat. “Sorry about before…I haven’t had a nightmare that bad in a few months now.”

“Why are you apologising?” He questions taking a seat besides you, pulling his legs up to his chest as he watches you fiddle with the drawstrings on your jumper. “You seem to apologise for a lot of things that aren’t your fault.” He adds.

“I think it’s just a habit…Something I got accustomed to doing to protect myself.” You murmur, noting the way Yoongi nods at your words before letting out a deep sigh.

“I’m sure I haven’t made things much easier for you. I feel like such a home-wrecker.” He chuckles and you join letting out a small laugh as you gaze raises up to one of the illuminated windows.

“You all seem really close.” Yoongi says pointing up at the window where you can just barely see Jimin peeking out to check on the two of you. You nod slowly, smiling at the feline who just returns it before disappearing back behind the curtains. “I’ve never really had a family like yours before.” His words shock you a little bit - enough that you turn back towards him quickly, your eyes wide asking for an explanation.

“If you couldn’t already tell - I’m a rare type of hybrid, a black jaguar to be specific.” He begins taking in a deep breath before continuing. “The man that bought me forked out around six thousand - he needed a fighter. Someone who had enough genetic skill to win him some cash in the underground fighting centres…I was his most prized possession.” He stops again, seeming to think hard about his words.

“Before I started loosing…Once my ranking went down and we had to turn towards lower quality fight centres to make any money, but they were the ones were the police usually patrolled - he was arrested one night and I had no where else to go, so I came back here. He had to sell this place to make bail…and he managed to find a legal loophole, so here we are.”

“Oh, Yoongi…That’s awful.”

“It wasn’t all bad - I just wish I was as lucky as Hoseok and Jimin…To find someone so kind. To be able to have a family.” Yoongi say, waving away your pity to little effect.

“Well, you’re always welcome to join our little family…Trust me, none of us had the easiest time finding our family.” You say reaching over to give the hybrids shoulder a gentle squeeze before you turn back to your illuminated bedroom window.

“You know what…I’m sick of this.” You grumble, giving Yoongi’s shoulder another squeeze and a quick goodnight before stomping your way back inside - right to the room besides yours.

With your courage at an all time and with frustration soaring through your veins you knock loudly on the door, not managing to wait more than five seconds to swing the door open - a surprised hoseok looking at you from his bed.

“We need to talk.” You say, your voice faltering slightly as the courage seems to drain from you. Hoseok stares for a few seconds before nodding for you to continue - sitting forwards on his bed.

“Whatever this attitude that you have towards me and Yoongi needs to stop. I know that you’re upset that I didn’t tell you that he was here, but what was I supposed to do…I needed to make sure what he was saying was true - which it is - and even then I knew how you were going to react.” You pause for a moment trying to gage Hoseok’s reaction before continuing.

“He doesn’t have anywhere else to go, and frankly I stick by my decision. I’m an adult, Hobi and I understand I probably should’ve told you about it sooner, but if you can’t respect the decisions I make, then maybe we won’t be able to fix what happened.” Hoseok seems to jump up in surprise as you finish the sentence not expecting to hear what you had said.

“What’re you talking about?Why would you say something like that?”

“I don’t know…But I don’t know what else to do, Hobi. I can’t stand you hating me but at the same time I need to stand by my decisions.” You reply your courage completely out the window as Hoseok gets up from his spot in the best moving towards you hesitantly.

“I don’t hate you…” He sighs. “I know I shouldn’t have overreacted like I did, and I’m sorry.” You nod at his words not being able to look up from the edge of the mat in his room.

“But trust me…I could never hate you.” Hoseok adds, taking one step closer, his hands reaching forwards to lift your gaze to his - his eyes softly moving over your face.

“Can I kiss you?” His question takes you by surprise, but you nod quickly.

“Please do…Six days is far too long.” Hoseok doesn’t wait any longer to pull you closer, one of his hands still gently sitting on your cheek, the other gripping your hip as he attaches his lips to yours. His lips are soft and sweet moving gently against yours as he lets out a contempt sigh.

“Way, way too long.” He murmurs against you as the two of you take in a few deep breaths before continuing. Hoseok pulls away after what feels like hours, moving his second hand to your hip rubbing soft circles on the exposed skin.

“Does this mean I can come sleep in your room again?” Hoseok asks, letting out a breathy laugh as he leans his forehead against yours.

“I guess…but I think for tonight we should end things here. I’m sure Jimin is still waiting for me to go back to bed.” You mumble, removing your hands from where you had gripped the front of Hoseok’s shirt. He just nods, his hands slowly letting go of your hips as the two of your step apart.

“Wait…Just one more.” He says, stepping forwards planting a quick kiss on your lips before stepping away again.

“Goodnight, Hobi.”

“Goodnight.”

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dutifullybitchypeach · 4 years ago

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My two cents worth for the first six chapters and some reasoning around IC and Nesta. All my own personal opinion. Read if you want but it's just my general thoughts. Please, please don't flip if you disagree. I love Nesta and the darkness she is in right now and her behaviour is taking over this sassy no nonsense Queen and it needs to change.

THIS INCLUDES SPOILERS.

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Is the House of Wind a prison...technically no. Nesta just does not have the ability to fly or winnow. And no one is on standby to be her taxi. She can leave by walking. Amren threw her that challenge on purpose. She's not alone, Az and Cassian live there. And the Priestesses. Yes it has dark memories. Yes. I know that and I take it on board.

On a side note, it's irritating to hear 'I'm not your prisoner" from Nesta (who I like!!!!) I think of Azriel, Feyre, all the Fae Under the Mountain, even Elide 💗. Then again everyone's idea of prison is different. But the fact remains. She CAN leave. It's just bollocks hard. For a reason

But we know it's what she needs. We know that. We don't have to like it. Not one likes the reality. The ultimatum is uncomfortable and harsh. Our way or fuck off. They are not suggesting manual labour or degrading her. They suggest training, food, working in a library, purpose, being part of something. This doesn't sound bad to me. It just sucks it comeing across as an order. But this is Nesta's POV and she doesn't do requests or pretty please. The fact I got riled up reading it is a compliment to Mass. I had to take a major step back and reassess. Nesta sees everything as an attack. And no that is not her fault. Stay with me! I agree people enjoy provoking Nesta ( Rhys, Morrigan, Cassian) and then get affronted when she bites back. At some point I'd enjoy her retaliation akin to her ripping their head off :) And their vow to never go there again.

The IC 'review' is what annoys me. The "we" will decide where you go from here if you play ball. My hope 🤞 is that Nesta will TELL THEM where she will go/what she will do with sass. But right now sitting on a rock instead of trying to train is fucking juvenile (Again I stress I like Nesta). She hates her power as far as I can tell. But she is so low she can't see the wood from the trees. Or the hand that is been given to her.

Does Feyre have a right to be embarrassed. Yes. I'd die of shame if my sister (I have 3 btw) kept at that again and again and again all on my families dime. Without even being polite or respectful to anyone. She's only ever provided for Nesta. Period. Not to mention being a high lady with all the responsibilities that entails. Living her own life (well earned) and well life in general! I mean Jesus, Nesta is not her only priority. She maybe ours lol! But Feyre has 101 things going on. Give her credit. She tried with Nesta several times. Gave her space and time which Nesta wanted while still making the effort to reach out. Nesta needs to acknowledge that. Feyre was bankrolling her self destructive lifestyle and it had to stop.

The whole "your behaviour reflects badly on us". Well yes it does. Nesta doesn't get a free pass. The whole of Pyrithian is rebuilding and our girl is pissing away money. That's not even hers! Her behaviour does undermine the Court, folks must eye roll when IC lay down the law when your sister/ sister in law is prancing around being a with a big fuck you. Everyone is broken and rebuilding. And it's a slap in the face. Is the saving face irrelevant to Nestas issues, yes! But is Feyre allowed to feel fucked over, yes! Sisters say shit when they fight. Arguments are not flawless debates. Their emotive and bring out the worst in people. Feyre darling is feeling the pressure of being high lady and it came out all wrong. Especially when it's your sister acting up.

And Nesta never tried (as far as Feyre can tell) WE know Nesta IS trying, and surviving every day is a battle. But Feyre doesn't. Why would she. Nesta doesn't speak to her. But their relationship is so toxic that it's beyond Feyre to get it. And that is not her fault. NO ONE is perfect. There is only so much responsibility Feyre can CONTINUALLY take.

Rhys being there. I have a feeling that a male will not let his pregnant mate anywhere near someone he is afraid of. It's instinctive. Someone who hasn't trained to control their powers especially. He is on High Lord mode cause guess what he is a High Lord. This is his court and the people in it his responsibility. Not to mention the oncoming drama with the queens on the horizon and general court bullshit. Does he abuse his position of power.... well in this world the HL have the power. Everyone is answerable to one. Even Amren obeys the rules. Nesta doesn't/won't recognize that. Which is rare. They tricked and lied to get her "consent" surprise surprise a dick move from Rhysand/Feyre. We know they will do that for the "greater good". Lie, steal etc all in the name of saving the day. He screwed Morrigan over in front of her ass Father for flip sake! My point is the NC stability is his priority now more than ever if impending fatherhood is on the way. It's no surprise he wants Cassian to take on more responsibility. Nesta is a liability cause she is AWOL. It's worth noting he had this plan for months but Feyre refused preferring to give Nesta space and the opportunity to decide for herself what she wanted. So we could assume if Rhys had his way Amren and Nesta would have still been friends and it would have been far different. Amren would have been by her side. Do I condone his domineering behaviour, no not in a million years. And neither did Feyre. Will he apologise? Probably not he's an arrogant ass. And wanted to control the room. Fact. He wants/needs Nesta on board the team to bolster his ranks. She is that powerful. We KNOW he will do anything to protect his family (baby on the way).

Morrigan and her nasty comment on sending Nesta to The Court of Nightmares. Cassian acknowledges it's an insult but also the truth. That's a harsh fact on how Nesta is percieved right now. But I believe she wouldn't just thrive there, she would CONQUER ;) I don't know if Morrigan is referring to the people that abused her or the "type" of people that live in Hewn City...? Will we give HER the benefit of the doubt... hmmm.

Morrigan and that comment on good people giving Nesta the benefit of the doubt...that's Morrigans issue. She never gave Eris the benefit of the doubt and yet he proved her wrong with Keir. She's all over the place as a result . And she's been lying for 5 centuries. To her family. Cassian said he values the raw honesty that he has with Morrigan. Wow is he going to get a shock some day. Nesta may be a bitch but at least she's an honest one. And Morrigan knows it which must rattle her to no end. Point is Mor isn't supposed to be in this story very much and Nesta never really cared for her opinion anyway. So neither should we. I've checked out of Mor. Knowing she won't give Azriel closure or honesty just makes me not consider her opinion. It suits her to keep Nesta down in the gutter so her lie can continue.

Amren - her behaviour. I have to remind myself Amren is OLD, a stint in the Dungeon is probably a standard response! Her idea after the Summer Court fiasco and the jewels was to go there and crush them. Amren is by nature harsh. Which is why she gets on with Nesta the most. Cassian tells us she cares. Nesta can't see this. Her comment on Nestas sex life in ACOFAS. People ran with that. Fae lifestyles always kind of disgusted her. She wasn't Fae so bodily functions were an alien concept. Now she's Fae she's slightly horrified. Also no one else has much to say on Nesta's bedroom antics. Cause it's a non issue Mass doesn't do slut shaming. So neither should we. Speaking as a woman also here.

Elaine - we know Elaine craves peace and quiet. Confrontation is not her thing. Being there would mean Nesta would use her as a crutch, and I'm not sure Elaine wouldn't cave. Nesta pushed her away on purpose and Elaine choose to try and find some sort of contentment. That's her right and choice. Agree or disagree. She walked away or decided she can't deal with Nestas difficult behaviour. I don't know. Or is she oblivious to the situation ?! Who knows. Elaine is an enigma! It's the first 6 chapters! Right now they are two different people and have been drifting apart since ACOWR. Nesta is a dichotomy of pushing people away and hurt when they stop trying. It's exhausting for the people that have to deal with it. Who are not perfect and have their own issues and lives. Elaine has stepped back from this situation. Because either she recognizes it needs to happen or cannot sway the majority. Though I think Elaine did say something to Feyre, cause when Nesta pressed her she refused to say what Elaine thought. Just that she wasn't there and not part of the issue. Feyre is high handed when it comes to her sisters. Because that's the role they allowed her. Nesta is fighting back. And Feyre takes it personally. Which is only natural. They're sisters.

Cassian! Ah Cassian. He was spectacularly rejected and being around Nesta is a constant reminder. That's enough to make me cringe in a corner. He acknowledges he stayed away cause it hurt too much. He's a soldier and has serious self discipline. He has no idea how his behaviour/comments hurt her until she confronts him. Deliver him a few home truths. Another well deserved kick in the balls. Flirting with Mor, not sure his behaviour there has ever changed. He keeps it normal cause being around Nesta gives him the shakes!! Lol. He is slack jawed after Nesta and wants her badly, passion we know is big thing for them. It ignites them. Raw and real. Recognising Morrigan is aesthetically beautiful is just a fact. We know she's a looker. So what. Meh to this issue some people have.

We know from spoilers they start training and communicating and Mass is a Nessain ship so I'm excited to see this grow and flourish! I've read spoilers here on these two so I've no qualms.

Cassian for me is right. He and others have been through similar situations before so can empathise. But until she answers him back without snapping he won't be able to be that shoulder to lean on or turn too. He's not going to be her Prince though. Nesta is her own Queen!

I've read some spoilers on her friendships and I'm so happy. I've no idea how it will go but it says to me that the IC have a block when it comes to Nesta and don't see her the way others do and Nesta opens up to people who don't have a predisposed prejudice.

Also the IC have no idea how Nesta is going to react at any stage. It's like walking around on eggshells. Why would anyone actively choose to be around someone like that. That and very obvious fact they are BUSY AF. They don't have time to have a daily bollicking from Nesta. Yet all fall in when the plan is announced. Make what you will of that.

Some further musings:

Nesta being reminded she has to be respectful to Clotho and the priestesses is sobering. Like wow, people can't trust you will have basic manners. Again I know this is Feyre saying it but Christ to worry about that. Will be interesting with Gwyn and that friendship and a nice reality check for the IC.

I spent 4 God damn books understanding Rhys motives. He's a prick yes. Which I enjoy. But the bastard people are making him out to be I don't agree. Half of Pyrethian hates/hated him, Nesta hating him won't stress him. Or her for that matter. They have a 2 people they both care about in common and will just have to deal.

Training in Illyria, well Nesta is powerful, training in the mountains is probably damage control if she explodes. And a change of scenery from her prison!

Rhys was controlled for 50 years, Amren escaped worlds to be free. I don't believe they want to control Nesta.

Families are messy and fucked up. The intervention is a perfect example of how arseways it can get.

Azriel being Azriel I'm not sure about anything with him right now. I've read the snippets and spoilers and I'm all over the place. He is one of my favourites. FYI when I say IC I never mean Azriel I don't know why but I always imagine he finds it just plain drama and avoids it at all costs. Nesta is drinking and gambling away her life. Okay! Nesta is now training and we are all on board to help. Okay! Nesta is a powerful Queen and we are all afraid. Okay! Nesta has turned Cassian into a drooling mess and hes ass is hers. Excellent ;)

Sisters! They need to deal and respect each others independence. They are all in the wrong. It's just annoying at this stage. Personally I'll rip into my sisters when I need to but usually get a red mist when anyone else does. Even if they are in the wrong. I have a habit of always defending them.

So overall the angst killed me in the first 6 chapters. Did Rhys dominant shite irritate me? Yes. Do I want Nesta to make it clear she's not a pawn in his/their world? Yes. In spectacular fashion please.

Did Feyre handle it well? No. Does she ever deal with Nesta well? No. Perhaps only when Nesta is more inclined to talk. Which is rare. The ultimatum we know from Cassian sickened Feyre she recognizes it for what it is it but really cannot see any other option. Her fault or a combination of factors you decide. It was hyper tense situation we all just wanted to get through.

Would we be so angry if this was a soft approach headed by Elaine/Feyre/Amren? Would Nesta even react?

Cassian compared Nesta to a sleeping dragon who has just been woken up. Nesta needed a kick in teeth. A major reality check. Life in Pyrethian is hard. This a fae world. She is angry and incensed they have dared to 'interfere' and 'assume' she will be controlled. I want her to tackle her demons, confront her fears her issues with herself and others and live! Live! I've no idea what she wants and can't wait to find out.

***I've read some spoilers on the end. The rumours and the actual basic plot ending. I'm like Mass I love a HEA. And am hopeful I'll be satisfied. I had a similar theory when I heard the pregnancy rumour. A move by Nesta that would never have anyone doubt her.

#acosf spoilers #a court of silver flames #acofs #nessian #nesta archeron #nesta and azriel brotp

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youkiyoh · 5 years ago

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bittersweet

pairing : lucas x reader

genre : highschool au

summary: he’s the captain of the basketball team, and you, his best friend. Your feelings for him has always been hidden, and so is his. Will you finally gather the courage to ask him out?

“Wong, this is the third time you’re late to my class this week.” Your teacher scolded as Lucas openly walked into class 15 minutes after it started.

“Sorry, the shower queue was horrible.” Lucas apologised nonchalantly, making his way over to you and sliding into the seat you saved him. Tossing his backpack on the floor, he proceeds to rumage for the materials he needed for the chemistry lecture.

“You don’t even look like you showered.” You frowned, subconsiously leaning away from him as the sweat glistened visibly against his skin. “How the hell did Mrs Johnson buy that?”

“I lost track of time practicing with the boys.” Lucas whispered, flashing his award winning smile in your direction. “Didn’t even hear the bell going off.”

“Again?” You frowned, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair to brush them back. “You’ve been practicing non-stop for these past few weeks. Finals are coming up.”

“As well as the competition.” Lucas explained, tapping his pen against the wooden table softly. “We can’t afford to lose to Danford this time round, it’ll cost us our reputation.”

“If anyone wants to talk, go outside. I’m having a lesson here.” Mrs Jackson scolded, glaring at the both of you with her brows raised.

“Sorry..” You cleared your throat, hanging your head down low as your cheeks turned red slowly. Smirking, Lucas tapped his pen against your head, pointing to the board. “Focus. We’ll talk about this later.”

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“Can you believe she did that? In front of the whole school?” Yuqi exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief as both of you made your way towards your lockers. “I feel embarrassed for him.”

“It’s Hannah you’re talking about.” You chuckled, giving your opinions on what happened at the cafeteria when you were gone. Apparently Hannah, who so happened to be the school’s most popular girl had openly rejected a guy’s offer when he asked her to prom. “Is it even surprising if she did that?”

“You didn’t even see how much effort he put into his posters. There were donuts, Y/N. Who’d say no to that?”

You shrugged, reaching your locker and opening it to put your books away. You did feel bad for George, he wasn’t a very popular guy and to be publicly humiliated like that after mustering up the courage to ask someone he fancies out, you didn’t even want to think about it.

“Whatever, I’ll see you fifth period. What do you have now?” Yuqi asks, tilting her head to the side as she smiled at you.

“Math.” You sighed, slamming your locker shut and holding your books in your hands. “I just can’t seem to understand anything that’s going on in that class. You?”

“Free period.” Yuqi clicked her tongue, narrowing her eyes at you playfully as you rolled yours in frustration. “Just ask Lucas or something, he’s not the top in math for nothing.”

“Yeah, ask me.” A familiar voice called from behind. Turning around, you let out a smile at Lucas as he leaned against the lockers, folding his arms together.

“Hey.” Yuqi greeted, waving her hand in his direction to which Lucas returned. “I’m gonna go find Mark okay? See you.”

Humming in response, you watched as she wiggles her way through the heaps of students crowding the hallway. When she was out of your sight, you turned your attention back to Lucas who was typing away on his phone.

“Physics?” You asked casually, starting to make your way to your next class as Lucas followed behind. Tucking his phone back into his pocket, he shrugged his shoulders to readjust his bag, taking bigger steps until he caught up with you.

“Yeah, it’s the same way, might as well.” He breathed out, referring to both your classes being in the same hallway. “Plus, you need someone so you don’t feel lonely.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you nudged him with your shoulder in which Lucas responded with a low chuckle.

“But seriously, if you’re struggling in math, I’m more than willing to help.” Lucas offered, walking backwards so that he could get a full view of your face. “My A’s aren’t there for nothing.”

“You’re just saying this so I can help you in chemistry right?” You raised your brow in amusement, his facial expressions giving him away completely. Huffing in defeat, Lucas blew his hair out of his face, going back to walking alongside you.

“Can’t you just let me gloat over my achievements for a bit?” Lucas whined, glaring at you as if you just took his favourite toy away from him. “Everyone has something they’re bad at. And to be fair, that’s the only subject I’m bad at.”

“Don’t you have practice?” You asked, remembering that his competition date was nearing. “You sure you have the time to tutor me?”

“I’m not tutoring you.. we’re just helping each other. Plus I know where my priorities are. My academics are just as important to me as sports.”

“Yeah, glad you know..” You joked, stopping in front of your class. “Then.. I’ll meet you at the study area after school?”

“Mmhm.” Lucas nodded, waving goodbye as he jogged off to his class that was a couple rooms away from yours. “See you.”

Smiling to yourself, you sighed softly to yourself, pushing the doors open as you prepared for your next class.

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“I can’t get it.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands as you got the wrong answer yet again. You’ve been trying to solve this stupid question for 15 minutes now, having gotten the wrong answer 3 times in a row.

“Come on you’re near, you missed two steps here.” Lucas comforted, pulling your hands down so you’ll look at your paper. “Just bring x over to the other side and multiply it. Redo it from there.”

“Finals is in two weeks.” You whispered, grabbing your eraser and rubbing your workings away. “I’m gonna fail at this rate.”

“Not on my watch.” Lucas clicked his tongue, going back to his own work. “You’ll be fine, trust me.”

“Wait till I tell you about organic chemistry.” You scoffed, grabbing your pencil to try the question again. “I’ll see what you say.”

“Don’t even remind me about it.” Lucas groaned, waving you off in attempts to tell you that you were distracting him.

Biting your lip in contemplation, you worked in silence, determined to solve the rest of the questions by yourself. After all, Lucas won’t be there when you take your paper.

“All done!” You smiled in victory, looking up at Lucas only to find him resting his head in his palms, staring at you. “Wanna check?”

“I was done hours ago.” Lucas joked, snatching the paper out of your hands as his eyes trailed over your workings. You ignored his comment, tapping your foot impatiently against the ground as you eyed his expressions.

“Not bad.” Lucas smiled, nodding as all your answers were correct. “See? You’re doing fine.”

“Finally.” You breathed out, throwing your head back against your chair as you slumped forward. “That took forever.”

“Now, my turn.” Lucas licked his lips, slamming his textbook loudly on the table causing you to jump in surprise. “I have to pass this class.”

“You’re such a genius.” Lucas complimented, writing down the last of his notes. “You sure we’re taking the same class? Why is it that I can’t seem to understand anything that comes out of Mrs Johnson’s mouth but you do?”

“My brain works better than yours?” You shrugged, folding your arms together as you finished explaining the entire chapter to him. “We’re done for today right?”

“Yeah,” Lucas agreed, closing his book and checking his phone for the time. “It’s getting late, we should go before school closes. I’m starving, wanna get dinner?”

“I can’t, I’m working today.” You frowned, raising your arms to stretch your muscles.

“I thought that’s tomorrow.” Lucas tilted his head to the side in confusion, putting his things away alongside you.

“Someone’s sick today, I’m taking over her shift for now.”

“I’ll drive you there.” Lucas offered, standing up and pushing his seat in as he swing his bag over his shoulders. You hummed in agreement, pulling your hair into a high ponytail as you followed him towards the carpark where his car was located at.

“Thanks.” You huffed as Lucas pulled up to the cafe that you were working at. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you hugged your bag to your frame and smiled at him in appreciation, proceeding to climb out of the vehicle.

“Grab something to eat in there if you’re hungry.” Lucas reminded, rolling the window down to look at you. Flashing him an ok sign, you jogged into the cafe that was bustling with people, squeezing your way through the crowd to get into the kitchen.

Lucas sat in his car,watching as you greeted your manager and wore your apron. Drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, he sighed to himself, knowing damn well that you were probably gonna go without dinner again. It was a busy day, well so it seems, and you definitely won’t have the time to eat.

Shaking his head and driving away from the cafe, Lucas made a mental note to himself to make sure you’ll eat something in front of him before your work next time.

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“I need your help.”

Looking up from your notes, you adjusted your glasses, tilting your head in confusion at the person standing in front of you. Ripping your headphones out of your ears, you scrunched your brows up, completely missing what she just said.

“Sorry?” You asked, getting her to repeat her question.

“I said I need your help.” Hannah rolled her eyes, taking a seat opposite you. You raised your brow, knowing where this conversation’s leading towards.

“No.” You rejected, shaking your head. “Absolutely not.”

“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” Hannah scoffed, brushing her hair behind her back.

“You’ve only spoken to me about 4 times in the past 3 years and every single time it’s about Lucas, so no, I’m not hearing your story.”

“I need him to ask me to prom.” Hannah rolled her eyes, leaning forward and pushing your books away from you. “It’s in three weeks and he haven’t made a single move.”

“What move do you expect him to make?” You laugh in disbelief, shifting your books back to their original position. “What part of he’s not into you do you not understand?”

“I just need a date.” Hannah insisted, slamming her hand on your book to block your line of sight. Throwing your pen down in frustration, you glared at her darkly, feeling your patience running low.

“Find someone else, aren’t guys lining up to take you?” You rubbed your temples, cursing her mentally for wasting your precious free time.

“You don’t understand, he’s the only guy that’ll keep my image up there.” She quoted, smiling at you sweetly. Of course, that’s the only reason she’s taking interest in Lucas.

“I’m sorry to say this but you have zero image to keep up. If you’re only interested in him for that reason then I suggest you find yourself a different date. He’s made it clear multiple times he’s not interested.” You snapped, standing up and gathering your books. There was no way in hell you’ll let her use Lucas like that.

“It was nice talking to you.” You feigned a smile, pushing your chair in with so much force she felt the table shake slightly.

“Fine, I’ll find another way.” Hannah mumbled to herself, staring in your direction as you turned the corner and away from her.

“Hey I have something to tell you.” You greeted, tapping on Lucas’s shoulder as you approached him in the hallways. Nodding in acknowledgement as he closed his locker, he whipped around to face you, motioning for you to continue.

“Hannah looked for me.” You explained, tilting back on your heels as you watched his expressions switch from happiness to annoyance.

“Again?” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. “What’d she ask this time?”

“She wants my help, she’s planning on getting you to ask her to prom.”

“I won’t even go if she asked.” Lucas scoffed, shaking his head at her absurd plan. “She can’t take a hint can she?”

“That was more of a clear no than a hint.” You scrunched your nose up, remembering when you overheard the phonecall where Lucas stated he wasn’t into her when she confessed. “I honestly think you need to tell her again, face to face this time round. It’ll get her mind out of the gutter.”

“I’ll deal with it if she comes again.” Lucas waved your advice off, tapping his foot against the ground as he looked around. “You have training today too right?”

“Mmhm, till 5.” You shrugged, not even bothering to ask if he had practice considering how he had his white tank slinged over his shoulder.

“Wait for me at the front door.” Lucas smiled, jogging off into the sports hall after noticing his teammates entering. “I won’t be late this time!” He called out as he disappeared into the hall.

“Won’t be late my ass.” You huffed, scrolling through your phone as you sat at the fountain in front of the school. Lucas’s practice ends at 5.30 on friday, giving you plenty of time to freshen up after your own dance training. It’s been a routine for both of you to hang out on friday nights, considering how you didnt’t have work and his parents couldn’t make it home to have dinner with him.

The minute hand on your watch reached 5.55 and Lucas was still nowhere to be found. Seriously considering to leave the school compound, you refreshed your instagram page, groaning when the same content popped out on the screen.

A pair of shoes appeared in your line of sight and you let out a sound of annoyance, looking up to glare at Lucas for making you wait this long for him. The words died in your throat before you could scream it out though, as your eyes locked with a pair of unfamiliar ones.

“Hey.” The boy asked, cocking his head to the side as he looked down at you. Lockinh your phone shut and setting it in your lap, you nodded hesitantly, not sure why he’d even come up to you.

You definitely know Taeyong, he was in your math class and was somewhat popular as well. Have he ever spoken to you though, not that much. You’re pretty sure the only things you guys have ever said to each other was thanks and welcome when papers were passed around class.

“uhh hi..?” You greeted awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say. “You wanna sit here or something?” You asked, pointing to the huge empty space beside you. Maybe he just thought it’ll be a good idea to say hi before he sat down?

“I mean since you offered,” He shrugged, plooping himself down beside you, readjusting his bag to the front. You just smiled politely, looking down at your phone again as you opened your chat with Yuqi.

“Why’re you still here? It’s a friday.” Taeyong asked, trying to start a conversation. He leaned back against the concrete platform, turning his head to look at you.

“Oh I had dance practice.” You explained, giving him your full attention as you thought it’ll be rude if you took more interest in your device than him. “I’m waiting for a friend.”

“Lucas?” Taeyong blurted casually, bobbing his head at his own question. You blinked multiple times before nodding hesitantly, surprised but not really. Everyone knows that the both of you were really good friends.

“You sure you guys are just friends though?” Taeyong pried, raising his brow at you. You looked to the side, nodding your head as a silent yes, not knowing why he was suddenly interested in your friendships.

“Okay, I’ll see you around.” Taeyong stood up after that short conversation, sending a wink your way before strudding out of the school gate. You looked out after him, your brows scrunched up in confusion by that short encounter with him.

“What’re you looking at?” Lucas chuckled, snapping his fingers in front of your face to snap you back into reality. He had dashed out of the building the moment he finished showering, not even bothering to dry his hair off as he ran out, only to find you eyeing the school gate like a lost child.

“Next time, I’m leaving.” You huffed, glaring at Lucas as he lifts his hands up in surrender. Adjusting your bag over your shoulders, you walked out with him, proceeding to the foodcourt that was a couple minutes away from school.

“Sorry, coach had things to tell us,” He apologised, brushing his fingers through his hair in an attempt to dry it. “What were you looking at?”

“Nothing,” You replied, wiping your face as you felt the water droplets splash onto you. “Taeyong came up to talk to me.”

“Taeyong?” Lucas frowned, stopping in his tracks as he repeated the name you just told him. “The one on the track and field team?”

“I think so?” You confirmed, walking backwards so that you could face Lucas. “All I know is he’s in the same math class as me.”

“Whatever, he was probably just bored. Quick I’m starving, I waited 40 minutes you know?” You groaned, clutching your stomach with one hand as you used your other to grab Lucas’s wrist, pulling him forward.

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For the next few days, you find yourself running in Taeyong more often than you usually do. Apart from math, you find yourself passing by him more often in the hallways, and you even ran into him once near your dance studio when practice ended. It was either a coincidence, or you didn’t notice him as much before he talked to you.

You brushed it away though, not wanting to seem self-obsessed with yourself. He was just being friendly.

“Mark asked me to prom yesterday. We’re official.” Yuqi confessed during lunch, giggling to herself like a 5 year old. Your eyes widened in surprise, your smile matching hers as you watched her cheeks flush red as she broke the news to you.

“And you only told me now?” You whispered, scooping another spoonful of soup into your mouth. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I can’t believe he finally asked me to be his girlfriend, I’ve been waiting for a month!” She squealed, resting her face between her palms to hide her rosy cheeks. “Best day of my life.”

“Does that mean we’re not going together?” You sighed jokingly, picking at your food that all of a sudden looked unappetising.

“We can all go as a group though?” Yuqi suggested, feeling bad for you. It’s not like it’s a big deal, not having a date for prom, you just felt..left out. “We can ask more people, pitch in for a ride or something.”

You shrugged, not rejecting the idea but not being overly keen on it either. It’ll definitely be fun if you went in a big group, but some or most of your close friends were attached. Plus, you’re not that big a social butterfly.

“There’s still time, I’m sure someone will ask you.” Yuqi assured, patting your hand with hers as she wiggled her brows at you. “I mean, who wouldn’t? You’re such a catch.”

Chuckling at Yuqi’s statement, you went back to your plate, changing the topic to something else as you finished up the rest of your meal.

Bowing slightly at your teacher as you left your class, you let out a silent yawn as you walked out of the room, glad that the school day was finally over. For some reason, today dragged on for what seemed like forever.

“Great I still have to go to work..” You sighed, rubbing your eyes due to how tired you were. Considering how you had a couple of hours before your shift, you decided it’ll be a good idea to pay a visit to the library to study and hopefully, get a quick nap in.

“Wait up.” A voice called out behind you and you turned around to face Taeyong, speaking to him for the first time since that day.

“Are you free tonight?” He asked straightforwardly, taking you by complete surprise. You would have never expected such a question from someone like him.

“uhh not really I have something on.” You rejected, trying to sound polite. It’s not that you were lying or anything, you really had things to do tonight.

“If that’s the case..” Taeyong nodded, pursing his lips seemingly deep in thought. “I guess I’ll ask you another day?”

“What?” You asked, not getting why he was asking you out all of a sudden. “Why’re you talking to me all of a sudden?”

“I think you’re pretty cute.” He shrugged nonchanantly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Oh thanks..but we don’t really know each other that well and um..” You scratched your head, not knowing how to react. You’ve zero experience with situations like this, the only compliments you’ve ever heard was from your family and a few close friends and it was usually on your outfit or grades. Having a boy call you cute, now that was something new.

“Which is why I’m asking you out..?” Taehyung tilted his head to the side, stating the obvious. “I want to get to know you better.”

“Right..” You nodded hesitantly, your hands gripping the straps of your bag tightly. How were you gonna get out of this without making things more awkward?

As if someone heard your prayer, your phone started ringing in your pocket, saving you from the situation. Giving Taeyong a tight smile, you fished for your phone, pulling it out to see who’s calling.

“Sorry..” You whispered, turning your back against him as you slide answer.

“Mom?” You greeted, pressing your phone against your ear. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.. I just wanted to know if you’ll be having dinner tonight?” She coughed slightly and you frowned at how frail her voice sounded.

“I have work today, I can have dinner myself.” You assured her, biting your lip worridly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll cook a few dishes okay? It’ll be in the fridge.” She offered, and you could hear her smile from the other line.

“Okay, don’t go to work if you’re not feeling well.” You told her out of concern, your eyes widening when you see a familiar figure walking towards you. Glancing behind to find Taeyong still staring at you, you internally panicked, clenching your hands into fists.

“I’m fine don’t worry, see you tonight.”

“See you mom, bye.” Ending the call quickly, you brushed your hair out of your face, cursing your entire existence as Lucas approached you.

“Hey.. what’s going on?” Lucas frowned, his smile immediately fading from his face when he noticed Taeyong was with you.

“Nothing. we were just talking.” You denied, looking up at Lucas. “Aren’t you late to practice?”

“I don’t have practice today, I thought you knew that.” Lucas shook his head, eyeing Taeyong up and down. “It’s Tuesday.”

“Yeah..” You breathed out, pretending to check the time to act like you’re late for whatever you had to do. “I actually have to go.”

“I’ll go with you.” Lucas offered, sending you a warm smile, the one that made your heart do flips. “Library right?”

You nodded hesitantly, glancing back at Taeyong to see him with a tight expression. Do you just leave him behind?

“Go ahead, I’ll text you.” Taeyong nodded, waving goodbye as he started walking off in the other direction.

“Come on,” Lucas urged, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your wrists, dragging you off to the other block. Not bothering to protest, you let him lead the way to wherever he was dragging you to, even though the library was the way Taeyong left.

“You know the library’s there right?” You raised your brow when he arrived at the fitness corner, finally letting go of you as he dropped his bag to the ground.

“I would have went there with you but he walked in that direction.” Lucas scoffed, sitting cross-legged on the soft ground. You followed suit, placing your bag next to a pole, settling down opposite him.

“What’d he say this time?” Lucas cocked his head to the side, jutting his chin forward. “Let me guess, he asked you out?”

Your expression gave you away immediately and a smirk broke out on Lucas’s face as he shook his head from side to side.

“Why, is it that surprising?” You asked, placing your hands on the ground and leaning into them. You didn’t understand why he was acting the way he was.

“No, it’s just that I didn’t realise he’d ask someone like you.” Lucas reasoned, leaning his head against the pole.

“Excuse me?” You hissed, folding your arms across your chest offended. “I didn’t come here to get attacked.”

“That’s not what I meant,” His eyes widened when he realised you took it the wrong way. “You’re too good for him.”

You remained silent at his sudden compliment, biting your lip to fight the smile from breaking out on your face. You coughed dryly, shifting forward slightly as Lucas eyed your actions lazily.

“That’s better.” You nodded, trying to act as if his words didn’t have an effect on you. “What’re we doing here?”

“I don’t know, get a breath of fresh air.” Lucas shrugged, looking around the compound. “Or we could go eat? You wouldn’t after work anyways.”

“Is food the only thing on your mind?” You laughed, bringing your knees to your chest. “I have food tonight, my mom cooked.”

“She’s not taking the night shift today?” Lucas closed his eyes, getting comfortable in his position.

“She is, she just said she left something in the fridge.” You sniffed, rubbing your nose from the cold. It was a chilly day today.

Humming in response, Lucas slowly fell asleep, his head jerking forward occasionally. You smiled softly to yourself, resting your head between your knees as you looked over his features, how his brows creased together in his sleep, his lips slightly parted.

You were hopelessly in love with your best friend and he doesn’t know it at all. It’s been your little secret for 2 years now.

You realised you liked Lucas when he introduced his first girlfriend to you. At first you just shrugged it off, thinking that the weird feeling you got at the pit of your stomach was just temporary, that you were just not used to the idea of your best friend getting close with someone that wasn’t you. I mean having being friends for such a long time, you were bound to have those feelings.

You remembered beating yourself up countless times over that issue, feeling like such a selfish person. Lucas wasn’t yours in any way shape or form and he was free to do whatever he wants with his life. So why were you getting so worked up everytime you see his arms around her? She was such a sweet girl but you just didn’t understand why you couldn’t bring yourself to like her.

The news of them breaking up a year later was the best piece of news you’ve ever heard in your entire life, and you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face that whole day.

And that was when it hit you.

You like Lucas, you had feelings for him. And ever since, those feelings had just been snowballing into something bigger.

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“I need help.” Lucas sighed, going in for a baseline dunk. Running back to catch the ball, he bounced it a few more times before going for another shoot.

“What?” Hendery breathed heavily, grabbing his bottle and downing half of its content. “What help does Lucas Wong need?”

“I’m asking someone to prom.” Lucas admitted, scratching his head sheepishly as Hendery started choking on his water. Throwing the ball in their direction, Lucas plopped himself down on the floor next to them, slamming his back against the ground.

“Why the hell do you need our help?” Ten asks, hitting Lucas’s stomach. “If anything, it should be the other way round. And didn’t you went 2 years ago?”

“Yeah but that’s different, Lia was my girlfriend, the person I want to ask isn’t.” Lucas explained, tucking one arm behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

“Who is it? Hannah?” Mark teased, everyone laughing alongside him.

“It’s Y/N, he told me the other day.” Kun smirked, tossing Lucas his bottle.

“I don’t think it’ll be hard asking her though, I’m positive she’ll say yes.” Ten shrugged, looking at his teammate. “It’ll be awkward if she says no, she won’t do that.”

“But what if she says yes for that exact reason? Only because she doesn’t want to ruin our friendship?” Lucas sighs, peeking his head up to look at Ten. “Plus, there’s competition now.”

“Someone’s into her?” Mark asks, genuinely interested. “Who?”

“Taeyong.” Lucas groaned, laying his head back down. “He asked her out yesterday.”

“Yeah, you need our help.” Hendery chuckled, leaning against the bleachers. “He’s a tough one.”

“Exactly.” Lucas agreed, sitting back up to pat Hendery on the back. “If this works, I’ll ask her out as well.”

“What made you change your mind? You guys have been friends for years, why now?”

“Puberty probably.” Ten teased, earning himself a smack to the head.

“You little shit..” Lucas cursed, cracking his knuckles. Seeing Ten lift his hand up in surrender, Lucas backed down, shrugging his shoulders as he thought about his answer.

“Hopefully it works..” Lucas mumbled the last part to himself, licking his lips anxiously.

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Wiping your hands off, you untied the straps of your apron, hanging it up in the kitchen hanger. Rumaging through the closet, you grabbed your bag, shoving all your things back into it.

“If there’s nothing else I’ll leave first.” You bowed to your manager, reaching behind your hair to tighten your pony. She nodded, shooting you a smile and bid you goodbye before going back to counting the income for the day. Pushing the doors open, you shuddered slightly from the cold air, rubbing your arms together to warm yourself up.

Taking a step forward to make your way home, you stopped abruptly when a hand extended in front of you, jacket in it. You whipped your head around, eyes locking with that of Taeyong’s.

“You look cold.” He offered, pushing his outerwear in your direction.

“How’d you know I work here?” You questioned, completely disregarding his offer. “Are you following me?” You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a step back.

“I saw you when I passed by a few months ago.” He shrugged, his arm dropping back down to his side. “I swear it was a coincidence. I’m not a stalker.”

Huffing impatiently, you turned around, continuing your way back home. Footsteps could be heard behind you and you rolled your eyes as Taeyong was hot on your heels.

“Hey don’t ignore me.” He breathed out, poking at your shoulders. “I just wanna be friends.”

“We are friends.” You nodded, keeping your eyes straight on the road ahead.

“Well then I want to be more than that.” Taeyong announced, causing you to stop in your tracks. Are confessions usually this straightforward?

“We don’t even know each other.” You sighed, shaking your head slightly. “How are you possibly into me?” You were never a big believer of the whole love at first sight thing.

“You didn’t give us the chance to talk.” He defended, tugging at his roots. “I’m trying.”

“Look, I know you’re a nice guy.” You sniffed, licking your lips due to how dry they were. “I’m more than willing to be friends with you but I’m sorry, I’m interested in someone else.”

You played with your sleeves nervously, watching silently as Taeyong’s expressions fell. This was the first time you’ve been confessed to and the first time you’re rejecting someone. All of a sudden, you felt like Hannah.

Well, minus a huge crowd.

Taeyong nodded after a few moments, pursing his lips. You bit your lip, hating the awkwardness that came with this. Stepping forward, you hesitantly lifted your hand up to pat his forearm, smiling softly at him.

“We can still be friends.” You suggested, tilting your head to the side. He’s actually a really nice guy based on what you’ve observed.

“Yeah of course, that’ll be nice.” He smiled back, taking up your offer. “I was planning to send you back home or something you know?” Taeyong chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Laughing awkwardly alongside him, you nodded, looking at the streets ahead. “It’s late, you should go. See you in school tomorrow.”

“Yeah see you. Be safe.” Taeyong feigned a smile but his eyes however, gave his emotions away completely. You watched as he turned to leave, walking back up the small slope and disappearing around the corner of the cafe.

“Great..” You sighed to yourself, trudging back home. You couldn’t help but feel like such an asshole.

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“You look like you’re just about to murder someone. What did your noodles ever do to you?” Kun chuckled, nudging Lucas’s shoulder. He was picking aggresively at his food and if he kept it up, Kun was sure he might even break the plate.

“He just can’t stop staring at her can he?” Lucas growled, his eyes burning into Taeyong’s frame. You were sitting at your table with Yuqi, as usual, just that someone else had his eyes trained on you.

“You know, I’ve never struck you as the jealous type.” Kun smirked, going back to his lunch. “Definitely an eye opener.”

“I’m not jealous.” Lucas rolled his eyes, dropping his fork down. “He’s just up to no good.”

“What makes you say that?” Kun prompted, his mouth full of food. “You’re not the only one that’s allowed to like her.”

“My point is, Taeyong would never in his entire life take interest in someone like Y/N. Come on, just look at the difference between her and the girls he associate himself with.”

“Well then make a move quickly.” Kun shrugged, leaning back against his seat. “Besides, now that Mark’s with Yuqi, you might be able to get extra help.”

Lucas’s eyes widened when realisation struck him. If he could get Yuqi on his side..things will be a whole lot easier. Why didn’t he think about this before?

“You’re a genius.” Lucas breathed out, slapping Kun on the back in appreciation.

“He what?” Yuqi frowned, not believing the words she just heard.

“He said he wanted to be more than friends.” You whispered back, looking around to make sure no one was listening to your conversation.

“And you didn’t agree?” Yuqi asked a little too loud and you imeediately raised your finger to your lip, shushing her.

“Sorry.” She whispered, bringing her volume down again. “Y/N, you’re telling me Lee Taeyong confessed and you rejected him? Are you crazy?”

“What?” You tilted your head at her, folding your arms together. “It’s not like I’m interested in him or anything.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t even give him a chance. He might have even ask you to prom.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” You shrugged, not getting why she had such a huge reaction over the situation. Worse comes to worse, you’ll just go alone. It works out.

“It’s about Lucas isn’t it?” Yuqi hissed, narrowing her eyes at you. “You rejected Taeyong for Lucas.”

You remained silent, confirming Yuqi’s assumptions. Sighing, Yuqi leaned her face against her palm, looking at you deeply. “Prom is in two weeks. Have he spoken anything about it to you?”

Pursing your lips, you shook your head no hesitantly. That topic had never come up in any conversation between you two.

“Maybe you should ask him.” Yuqi suggested, jutting her chin forward. You stared at her as if she was joking, but her face showed that she was being completely serious.

“It doesn’t have to be one on one, just ask if he’s interested to go in a group or something, with Mark and I. This might be our last prom, just go for it.”

“I’ll consider.” You nodded, smiling at her as your thoughts ran wild in your head.

“You’re coming today right?” Lucas asked the second he walked up to you, slamming himself against the empty lockers beside yours. You hummed in response, taking a sip of water as you side eyed him.

“Will I not go?” You joked, smiling to yourself as you gathered your books. “It’s your first game, I’m pretty sure the entire school population will be there.”

“You’re the best.” Lucas grinned, his eyes turning into cresents as he beamed down at you. You looked down immediately, not daring to look him straight in the eyes when he was looking so damn happy. “How was your paper?”

“It’s okay I guess..” You shrugged, sighing as you closed your locker. “I ran out of time, didn’t manage to solve the last two.”

“That’s okay. As long as you’re sure of the rest you’ll be fine.” Lucas nodded, kicking your shoe with his own gently. It was your math final today, and you could finally get a breather from all the stress you’ve been giving yourself the past week. It wasn’t hard, it was definitely managable, but you didn’t want to be too confident in yourself.

“You’re done with yours right?”

“Mmhm. And thanks to you, I think I’ll do well.” Lucas snapped his fingers in front of you, referring to the countless chemistry lessons you’ve painfully forced him to.

The ringing of the bell had Lucas puckering his lips up, sighing as he turned to you. “That’s your cue.”

“Hey.. can I talk to you after your game, just for a short while?” You blurted out, tapping your fingers against your folder nervously. Yuqi was right. You can’t possibly wait for him to make the first move, it’s the 21st century.

“Yeah sure.” Lucas nodded, not thinking much of it. Not like there was anything for him to think about, he had his whole mind focused on the competition tonight.

“See you.” You nodded, walking away quickly before he had the chance to say bye. Thinking that you were probably just rushing to get to class, Lucas headed in the other direction towards the sports hall, meeting his team to prepare for the big event later on. He definitely felt the pressure, being the captain of the basketball team and all. Besides, they had a reputation to maintain and Lucas isn’t planning to ruin that anytime soon.

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Sitting on the bleachers, you bit your lip nervously, watching as the game advances. They were currently in their second quarter, the opposing team a couple points ahead of the guys. You leaned forward, eyes never leaving Lucas as he ran across the court, motioning for Hendery to pass him the ball.

“I wonder if any of them have a date yet.” You heard one of the girls beside you whisper. You glanced to your side, noticing that it was non other than Hannah and her friends. Ignoring the sounds of awe that came out of their mouths every single time the boys did something swoon-worthy, you shifted closer to Yuqi, their screams getting on your nerves.

“Will Mark say yes if I asked? We’re in fourth period together, I’m sure if I-”

“Not a chance.” Yuqi interrupted, looking straight ahead as she smacked that thought out of that girl’s head. “He’s already going with someone.”

You straightened yourself up, your hands slyly making their way over to hers, patting lightly to get her to calm down.

“Honey, he’s going with me.” Yuqi retorted, leaning behind to get a good glimpse of the girl. She remained silent, eyeing your best friend up and down before huffing softly, flipping her hair behind her back before returning to watch the game.

“Girl thought she had a chance.” Yuqi scoffed, rolling her eyes. You let out a laugh of amusement at her act of jealousy, seeing Yuqi act this way for the first time was definitely an eye opener.

“Hannah, you’re making your move tonight?”

Your ears immediately perk up at that question. Trying to play it off, you tucked your hair behind your ear, pretending to be engrossed in the game when in all honesty, you were trying to get information out of that conversation. It’s not like you were eavesdropping or anything, they’re just speaking a little too loud.. right?

“You bet, I have it all planned out.” You balled your hands into fists, everything clicking in your head. She’s planning to ask Lucas tonight as well.

“Good for you,” Her friend sighed, resting her face in her palms as she stared at your best friend play dreamily. “He looks so good in that jersey.”

“Look, I’ll tell you about it somewhere else, gotta keep it a surprise am I right?”

You accidentally looked over in her direction, locking eyes with her. She cocked her head to the side, smirking at you.

Great, she knew you were listening the whole time. How sneaky.

Forcing yourself to focus on the game for now, you scrunched your brows up together throughout, wanting nothing more than to rush behind the court the moment it ended.

They ended up winning the third and fourth quarter, not that you were surprised. They have been training day and night for the inter-games this year, and their hard work definitely showed.

Tapping your foot against the ground as you waited for the crowd to disperse, you scanned your eyes over the area for any signs of Hannah. She left quick, you were busy talking to Yuqi when it happened and now she’s gone.

What if she’s already with Lucas? It’s not like you’ve anything to be worried about, he’ll most probably say no eitherways. No matter what, you just couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“If you’re that worried let’s go find them.” Yuqi offered, noticing how distressed you looked. “They should be having a debrief.”

Nodding in agreement, you brushed your hands on your jeans before standing up quickly, following Yuqi down the bleachers and into the preparation rooms.

“Oh..” You uttered, realising the group of boys emerging from the hallways before the both of you could even enter. Yuqi smiled at you, pointing at Mark before making her way over to him.

“Hi,” Ten waved, greeting you with a grin. You waved back at them, congratulating them on their win. You’re friends with all of them, considering your association with Lucas.

“Where’s Lucas?” You asked casually, realising that he was not with them. Did he leave already?

“He’s outside.” Hendery pointed towards the foyer, filling you in on Lucas’s position. “He’s with Hannah, she-”

Kun mentally facepalmed himself as he kicked Hendery’s heel, effectively shutting him up. Noticing your change of expression, Kun beamed at you brightly, clearing his throat trying to find the right words to get you to go find Lucas.

“You should go, I think he’s waiting for you.” He encouraged, nodding in the direction of the main entrance. You smiled back, thanking him before making your way out, glancing back slightly to see all of their eyes on your frame.

Pushing the doors open, you sighed in relief as you saw him standing there alone, scrolling through his phone. The sound of your footsteps caused him to whip his head in your direction, and there it was, that smile that you adored so much.

“You did great.” You complimented, folding your hands behind your back as you congratulated him on his first win.

“Thanks,” Lucas breathed out, swiping the back of his head across his forehead. “Where’re the rest? They didn’t follow you out?”

“Oh they’re still inside..” You explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Did Hannah..look for you just now?”

“How’d you know?” Lucas tilts his head in confusion, his eyes boring into yours.

“Did you say yes?” You asked straightforwardly, catching Lucas by surprise. He blinked a few times, trying to wrap his mind around your question.

“No, of course not. Why would I say yes?” Lucas let out a laugh, shaking his head no. You nodded, seemingly calm and unbothered on the inside but little did he know that you were actually freaking out.

“Anyways, what did you want to talk to me about?” He asks, changing the topic.

It was now or never.

“Look, I don’t know if you’re already going with someone and I know you just got asked but, do you wanna go together? Prom, I mean.”

Those words tumbled out of your mouth before you had the chance to take them back. Lucas’s eyes widened in surprise as he stared at you, and all of a sudden you feel your palms getting clammy, your heart started beating faster. His silence was killing you.

“You mean, one on one?” He mumbled, the size of his eyes never getting smaller.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling anxiety bubble in the pit of your stomach. Now, you finally got a taste of what Taeyong felt when he confessed to you the other day. “We could go as a group, with Yuqi and Mark or even the guys. What’d say?”

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“So, I guess it’s just the three of us that’s missing a date now?” Ten quips, slapping the arms of Kun and Hendery.

“Considering how long this is taking,” Mark sighs, resting his arm on Yuqi’s shoulder. “I bet they’re making out right now.”

“There’s cameras.” Ten snort, scrunching his face up in disgust. “Are you speaking from experience?”

“He’s back.” Yuqi whispered, tapping Mark’s thigh as she stood up, running down the bleachers.

“Wait where’s Y/N?” Kun frown, jogging over to his teammate. “Did she leave?”

“I think I screwed up..” Lucas bit his lip, sighing as he tugged at his hair. “I told her that I’m going with someone else.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Yuqi scolded, slapping Lucas’s arm as she demanded for an explanation. “Aren’t you planning on bringing her?”

“That’s just it! I should be the one asking her, I had everything planned out and I didn’t expect her to.. wait,” Lucas stops, narrowing his eyes at the 5 of them. “You guys knew all along didn’t you?”

“Only four days ago.” Mark shrugs, pointing at his girlfriend. “Yuqi told me when you asked us to help.”

“What did she say after you told her that?” Yuqi pressed on, trying to get every little information out. “You didn’t even try following her?”

“I did, she said there was no need for it and she’ll see me tomorrow.” Lucas explained, scratching his head nervously as Yuqi glared at him like he owed her his life.

“You’re such an idiot.” Yuqi huffed, placing her hands on her hips as she walked circles on the spot. “What now?”

“I’m still planning on surprising her, there’s no doubt about that.” Lucas confirmed, licking his lips. “Plus, now that I know she likes me back, I’m not so nervous about it anymore.”

“Yeah, you threw her the job of being nervous.” Yuqi scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. Lucas lifted his hands up in surrender, knowing how badly he had messed things up.

“You could have just said yes.” Kun groaned, walking back to the bleachers to pick up his duffel bag. “Things would have been a whole lot easier, you would have got yourself a girlfriend tonight.”

“Well I’m sorry I blanked out!” Lucas retorted back defensively. “Nothing was processing okay?”

“Taeyong confessed to her by the way,” Yuqi added, deciding to throw everything into the conversation. “Just thought it’ll be good for you to know.”

“That quick?” Lucas frowned. “He doesn’t even know her that well.”

“She rejected because there’s someone else in her heart.” Yuqi smiled, tiptoeing forward and narrowing her eyes at Lucas. “And that someone rejected her today.”

“Ok, I get it.” Lucas groaned, realising that Yuqi was trying to make him feel bad. “I’ll make it up, I promise.”

“Hell, you better make this a good one. She better be the happiest girl alive after this.” She folded her arms, raising a brow at Lucas in a challenging way.

“Oh, she definitely will be.” Lucas smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he accepted the challenge.

Needless to say, he can’t wait to make you his.

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Everything seemed to be in such low energy today. In all honesty, it was just you feeling this way but you didn’t really care. You’re just glad that you haven’t ran into Lucas today, and he didn’t come up to talk to you like he usually did. It was painful and relieving at the same time.

“Did you get ran over by a bus?” Yuqi’s voice rang in your ear as she nudged your shoulder, leaning closer to look at your face. You gave her a small smile, pushing her away playfully before returning to your homework.

“I heard about it, sorry.” You shook your head at her, pursing your lips tightly. There was no need for her to apologise, it wasn’t her fault. She was merely trying to help.

“Still friends though?” Yuqi asks, looking down at her book as she tapped her foot against the ground furiously. She had to be careful around you due to how horrible her lying skills were, one look and you’ll see through her immediately.

“I guess so.. I haven’t seen him the whole of today.” You shrugged, trying to play it off as nothing. You pushed away the thought of Lucas avoiding you, finding yourself stupid to think that. He wouldn’t do that to you.

“Anyways, do you wanna hang out Saturday? Finals will be over by then and we can go relax, you know, get your mind off everything.”

“Sure, I have nothing on.” You smiled, taking up Yuqi’s offer. Quite frankly, you needed it.

“Great!” She clapped her hands together, nodding in triumph as she picked her pen back up to continue with her work, the smile never leaving her face.

“I think we should just stick to my plan.” Lucas suggests for the third time, eyeing you secretly from across the cafeteria. “Why can’t I talk to her? She’ll just feel worse.”

“It’s just two days, two days Lucas.” Ten emphasised, showing the digits with his fingers. “If you talk to her now, she’ll feel even worse, trust me.”

Lucas sighed, mumbling incoherent words to himself as he took a huge bite of his sandwich. You looked so sad, a smile never making its way onto your lips the whole time Lucas was watching you. You didn’t even turn your head in his direction.

How badly had he messed up?

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“Where is she?” You uttered to yourself, glancing at your watch. Yuqi had asked you to meet her at the park at 6.30, which was weird considering how you guys never make plans at night. Your watch now however, read 6.53.

Rolling your eyes, you walked towards the nearby bench, getting tired of standing. Next time, you don’t want to be the early one again.

Scrolling through your contacts for Yuqi’s number, you pressed the call button, pressing the device to your ear. Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes, relieved to finally get a breath of fresh air after finals.

Of course, you got sent straight to voicemail. Huffing in annoyance, you dropped your phone in your lap, looking at the scenery ahead instead. The lake was beautiful, the warm orange from the sunset reflecting into the waters.

Looking around aimlessly, you tapped your foot against the ground, trying to search for any signs of your best friend arriving. Yuqi’s usually always on time and if she’s gonna be late, she’ll have called you by now.

And although you did manage to find your best friend, it wasn’t Yuqi.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw Lucas standing near the playground, looking around frantically. You froze for a second, not knowing what to do. What was he doing here?

Your heart started racing rapidly when his eyes locked with yours. Coming back to your senses, you immediately rip your eyes away from him, standing up quickly. He definitely saw you.

Grabbing your bag, you started walking away quickly, not wanting to talk to him just yet. You didn’t want to make things more awkward than it already was.

“Y/N, wait!” He called from behind, his footsteps loud against the ground. You squeezed your eyes shut, widening your steps as you pretended that you didn’t hear anything. But considering how Lucas was literally a head taller than you, it didn’t talk long before he eventually caught up with you.

“Hey..” He grabbed your wrist from behind, standing in front of you so that you couldn’t walk away again. “You saw me, why’re you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” You lied, looking down at your feet. “I’m waiting for Yuqi.”

“You know how your ears turn red when you lie?” Lucas asked in amsement, smiling down at you. “They’re doing their thing now.”

You remained silent, bringing your hands up to rub at your ears. Great, you couldn’t even deny it now.

“Stop running away from me,” Lucas whispered, taking a step towards you. “It sucks, not talking to you.”

“I was busy with exams,” You nodded, coming up with an excuse that could justify your actions. “I didn’t have time.”

“Really? Or are you just upset because I said that I’m going to prom with someone else?”

“N-no.” You stuttered, finally lifting your head up to look at him. “I told you it was fine. Why would I be upset about it?”

“Because I’ll be with her the whole night. Because I’ll dance with her, laugh with her, have fun with her. Because she’s not you.”

You gulped, breaking eye contact with Lucas as he spoke your heart out for you. When did he figure out your feelings for him? You swore you had kept it subtle.

“Y/N,” Lucas whispered seriously, grabbing your shaking hands in his as he interlaced your fingers together. “You like me don’t you?”

Your heart was just about to beat out of your chest at this point. Your breathing was unsteady as you looked at your hand linked with his. Denying it was impossible at the point.

“Yeah,” You admitted, your head hanging low since you didn’t dare to look at him. “I like you, okay? I have for 2 years now, and I didn’t want my feelings to ruin our friendship especially since.. you were with Lia at that point in time. I just didn’t know how to tell you and I’m scared that-”

Lucas pulls you towards him, grabbing your face in his hands as he leaned down to press his lips against yours, stopping you from rambling on any further. You let out a sound of surprise, your eyes staring at Lucas’s closed ones. Blinking, you let your eyes flutter shut, your hands moving up to grip his sleeves as you kissed him back.

Feeling you reciprocate, Lucas smiled into the kiss, his hand travelling down to your waist to tug you closer, if even possible. You felt your head spinning from happiness, everything seemingly too good to be true. It was exactly what you’ve imagined and more.

Breaking the kiss, Lucas pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hot on your face. Opening your eyes to look at him, you can’t help but smile, he was looking at you as if you were the only thing that matters to him.

“I like you too, so so much.”

You felt your cheeks heating up at his confession and honestly, you didn’t really care if Lucas noticed or not.

Your best friend of years, Lucas Wong, just said that he felt the same for you.

“I’m sorry I made you upset.” Lucas nodded apologetically, his gaze soft. “I was going to ask you to prom and I didn’t expect you to make a move first, hell I didn’t even know if you liked me back. So I lied, that someone else was you, that was the only excuse I could think of at that time.”

“You could have just agreed you know?” You hummed, pushing his shoulder playfully.

“I know, I know.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’ve gotten it a lot for the past few days.”

“This was all planned huh?” You asked, realising why you’re in the park in the first place. “Yuqi was never gonna come.”

Lucas smiled down at you sheepishly, letting out a laugh that was music to your ears. Grabbing your hands once again, his expressions turned serious, asking you the question that you’ll say yes to in a heartbeat.

“Be mine?”

Leaning up to peck him, you nodded yes, your smile reaching your eyes. Lucas’s smile reached yours as he pulled you into him, his arms encircling your waist as he hugged you.

“I guess I have a date to prom then?” You asked, your words muffled since your head was buried in his chest. Lucas chuckled deeply, his grip on you tightening.

“That makes two of us.”

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