#u could make a drinking game with everytime i can and will connect those two ships

[clockworkcheetah]

man i know the prev post i reblogged is about hannigram but it explains brotzly so well to me

[mochees]

"𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗜𝗜"

-> headcanons, how they tell you they love you for the first time, part two!

characters: sakusa, iwaizumi, x fem!reader

warnings: fem reader, ✨healthy relationships✨, oikawa being oikawa

wc: 3.6K

a/n: WOAH okay uh did NOT expect that last set to be that popular,,,, y'all thirsty for love huh? me too anyway i thought id do a part two since i honestly really enjoyed writing the first set and my brain is vibrating with ✨thoughts✨ and seeing how much love it got really made me feel how i haven't felt in so long, so thank you! maybe ill turn this into a series so lemme know if u wanna see someone specific👀👀😏 also sorry for like posting and then dipping again lmao thats just my social media brand i have the attention span of a fucking worm

read part 1 here!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

okok i know its like common for sakusa to be shown as not interested in PDA (in private or public) unless hes feeling "needy"

BUT i believe that after a few weeks, maybe months if he's still unsure, he would definitely be much more comfortable with PDA

like, if its been a long time and your both serious about it and not just in a relationship to be in a relationship he starts to notice your routine

he notices the changes you make so that he's comfortable and so that you can be close to him without him being worried about icky yicky germy wormys (someone take away my thought privileges)

so now that he knows that you take care of your hygiene and exactly what you do for it, slowly he's wrapping an arm around you in 30° heat while you're both sweating

slowly he's "forgetting" his mask in the car for dates

slowly, but surely, he understands that a little bit of exposure, isn't a bad thing.

"kiyoomi?" your voice brought sakusa's eyes to yours where he could see the concern behind them.

"are you okay y/n?"

you'd decided, after three weeks of intense training and barely seeing your boyfriend, that you wanted just one day and one night with him. just the two of you, you know he'd never admit it, but he needed a break.

after atsumu decided to try out some new plays that didn't start off to well, sakusa had been silently groaning everytime he had to reach for something. he was excellent at making sure he wasn't overworking himself, and he wasn't, its just that the human body is an absolute wonder, and not in a good way. sometimes things that should have mildly injured you, left you with a tiny scrape, or a bruise or a very quick-to-fade red mark, and sometimes you drop a phone on your face and break your fucking jaw.

you offer him a gentle smile that completely washes away the concern in your eyes.

"im fine omi! but you," you reach your hands up to rest on both sides of his face turning his head side to side, studying it intensly.

"you're looking a little pale. and possibly grey."

"how do you mean y/n-chan?"

for such an intelligent man sometimes he really could be a himbo.

"i mean that i think you might be sick, baby."

sakusa stared blankly at you, as if he couldn't fathom the possibility of 'himself, sick?'

"omi? kiyoomi!" you nabbed his attention, "i think you're sick, and we best go home."

"but-" he started, but you were quick to cut him off knowing exactly what he was about to say.

"kiyoomi, it's inevitable. even if you were the worlds most decked out with ppe, and the worlds leading force in hygeine, you'd still end up catching a cold at least once. that's just how the world works baby. and don't worry about the date, all i want is to spend some time with you."

you ended up practically dragging your sad little puppy of a boyfriend back up the complex stairs and into his unit before settling him on the couch and getting to work.

"ill get you some water, you just sit here and relax. i don't want to think about what would happen if those dumbasses didnt have you there next week, bokuto and hinata would probably crack their skulls!" your attempt at a little light hearted humour helped sakusa forget for a moment, but he was quick to go back to not understanding how he was sick.

"thank you." he took the glass from your hand and rested it between his legs, when he noticed the rubber gloves you had clutched at your side. he knew what they were for, those were his cleaning gloves.

"what are you doing? you can't stay you'll..." he paused. "you'll get sick too."

"i'll be fine omi-omi! you just relax and drink lots of water, ill take care of this." you turned towards the wall with a soft smile before muttering, "ill take care of you."

sakusa watched you clean, the bucket full of diluted bleach, the duster, a cloth, and his cleaning gloves. he loved the way that they were too big for you, the way you kept having to pull them up every so often to keep them on. he loved the way that everytime he finished his glass of water, you were right there to fill it back up.

you don't even remember seeing, or hearing him lift himself from his spot on the couch and make his way over to where you were humming and covering the counters in the diluted solution. you felt a pair of big arms wrap around you, a chin on your shoulder and a kiss on your cheek.

"thank you, y/n. i love you."

thank god he caught a cold, or he might never have realized just how lucky he was.

Iwaizumi Hajime

family man

is a family man but not just ANY family man

yes, it's important to him that you like and respect his parents and vice versa

but its just slightly more important to him that you get along with his friends, his found family because im a SUCKER for the classic lilo n stitch trope

he knows that many people say that its his life and he doesn't need anyones approval etc.

but iwaizumi believes different, he believes that he doesn't need approval in the literal sense but rather approval through watching you interact with his friends and his family and how you do your best to learn about them and make time for them, even though you dont have to

and he thinks it's absolutely enthralling

the way your eyes light up when you see that book his mom has been talking about wanting to read and picking it up with no hesitation

how you're able to almost flawlessly keep up with issei and takahiro's antics while also making sure they don't go too far, something even iwaizumi struggles with

and most importantly, how effortlessly you connect with his childhood best friend.

there were many things that Iwaizumi Hajime enjoyed, volleyball, athletics, godzilla of course, spending time with three dumbasses (but he’ll never admit that) and a little while ago, he added you to that list.

you were so effortlessly able to connect with his team, his friends, and his family but most importantly, the way you were able to connect with Oikawa brought a smile to his face.

“oh, iwa-chan~, what are you admiring?” there he went again, Iwa thought, Tohru Oikawa’s dumb smirk and hyper awareness of his team, both on and off court. how he wated to head-butt him in the face. but, he showed restraint. after all, he wouldn’t want loserkawa to use you as a human shield from his head. so, he ignored the urge. but it passed as soon as he saw tohrus arm arond your shoulders, crossed feet and leaning on you ever so slightly while he took a few occasional swigs from his water.

and just like that, the incredible restraint vanished like morning mist.

you could practically see the steam coming off of his hot skin, and the vein popping out of his forehead, when you noticed what had him so heated. “trashykawa get your filthy hands off of my girlfriend!”

“excuse me!” he pouted, “my hands are clean and tailored! just like any responsible setters would be!” he stuck his lip out farther and gave you his irresistable puppy-dog eyes. “y/n-chan, i’m not filthy! am i?” he whined.

and, as the word suggests, his look was truly irresistable and you stumbled over your words. “n-no! of course not tohru!”

“see, iwa-chan! y-n thinks i’m squeaky clean!” his dumb smirk appeared again, and rather than continue with flirtykawas obvious games, Iwa opted for the less violen approach.

“don’t flatter yourself, dirtykawa. she’s just being nice.” he growled. “I’m done for the day, i have a project due. y-n.” he offered his hand to you like the gentleman he is not forcing you to take it, but the look in his eyes told you that he wanted you too.

“see you later, tohru!” you gave him a quick hug and intertwined your fingers with iwa’s.

now, technically, girls aren’t allowed in the boys locker room but since it’s after hours and just you and iwaizumi no one cared. to be fair though, literally no one knew except the team so, whatever you didn’t complain you got to watch yout ultra ripped boyfriend change. quality time. you thought, when you noticed him mid-change with his shirt over his head, resting on his arms. as any good girlfriend would, despite the devil on your shoulder, you came up behind him placing your hands on his seriously broad shoulders. taking notice of the tension, you started to work at the muscles. your care was quickly rewarded with a quiet sigh, and relaxed shoulders.

“hajime?” you continued rubbing at the tight fibers, “are you alright? you’re usually the one telling me im holding too much tension.” you giggled and he turned to face you placing one hand against the side of your face.

“hajime?” it came out shaky and worried.

“i’m okay,” he smiled “it’s just,” hesitation. he was never one to hesitate.

“i know i have no right to be but seeing oikawa so clingy with you it just, i dont know, it really gets to me i guess? he, just, he gets all the girls, all the attention, and i don’t want to-” you stopped him.

“sweetheart, it’s okay to be jealous or upset i’m not going to be angry, you have a right to your feelings. I understand how you feel, i never mean to flirt with him, if i ever have, i mean i don’t know, you know how bad of a flirt i am,” he chuckles at that. “it’s just that i know how important he is to you and you are so, so important to me and i want to be able to understand whats important to you, so you never have to choose between us, because that wouldn’t be fair. i love you, hajime iwaizumi, and everything about you.”

you expected him to be shocked, hell, he thought he would be shocked when or if you said it, but he wasn’t. and that’s exactly how he knew what to say next.

“i love you too, y/n l/n.” pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

“geez, it only took you two a century and forever.” someone snarked.

hajime chucked a towel at him “get out assykawa!” and he did, he bolted through the door laughing like the demon matchmaker he thought he was.

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September - Yanan (pt. 2)

Part 2 out of 3; ~ 4.8k words

[Part 1]; [Part 3]

Starting Wednesday, I spent almost a whole four days hiding from my entire family that I did, in fact, fail my exam a second time, and with it the whole class. Carrying the shame of it by myself wasn’t easy, but it was still a whole lot better than being found out. However, I couldn’t keep up the pretend forever. We were having early dinner on Saturday, so that I would have the chance to leave the house on time. Everything was normal, my eldest brother got scolded for not putting up the dishes perfectly (I didn’t see a difference to when our mother did it, but she insisted he didn’t do it properly), the younger one got scolded for playing games all day and being the last one to sit down at the table, and my dad got scolded for not saying his thanks for the food loudly enough. The only one who skipped the routinely verbal abuse was me. My mother looked at me fondly as we were eating, babbling on about how she was curious who that young man called Yanan I was going out with was, what his face looked like, if he was smart, rich, etc., while I begged her to quiet down as I could already hear the teasing of my brothers that would surely follow. And then came the dreaded question. As soon as she had finished asking, I stopped in the middle of lifting a scoop of rice up to my mouth and froze up, breaking out in cold sweat.

“…did it not go well? Your exam,” my mother repeated her question, assuming I hadn’t heard her the first time. But I had. I had heard perfectly, actually.

“U-uhm…” I considered lying in my panic. But that just scared me more. I knew I was a bad liar, and I knew she would probably disown me if she found out. Suddenly feeling sick in the stomach, I set down my chopsticks and with a low head I answered, “N-no.”

“Did you not get a good grade? But you surely passed, right?” Oh I hated when she was doing this. She already knew that I failed, didn’t she? Then why make me say it?

“Not really, no…” I answered. My voice wasn’t anything but a whimper by now, the fear clenching my throat so I couldn’t breathe properly. She didn’t say anything to that, but by her piercing stare I could feel she was waiting for me to say them. To say those dreaded, shameful words, that would serve as the starting shot for her to explode. But it was inevitable anyway. Finally, I closed my eyes for a moment to prepare me for what was to come, and took a deep breath.

“I failed.” For one peaceful moment the room fell completely silent, then the loud voice of my angered mother sent me right back to reality.

“You did what…?!” she shouted across the table and I noticed my father and brothers ducking away. “You think you can allow yourself to bring such disgrace upon our name? Upon our family?!” The fury in her eyes scared me no less than it usually did when she had her outbreaks, but this time I felt even smaller compared to her because her shouting was directed exclusively at me. She repeatedly made sure to let me know that I was an embarrassment, not worth living under her roof, that I threw away all the years she raised me with time and effort, and that I was not only an academical failure, but also a failure as her daughter.

“Do you even know how much pain that brings me?! I am trying to depend on you to do something right! Studying is literally the only duty you have in this house, and you throw that away like it is nothing!” She jumped up and slammed her hands on the table so that the dishes rattled and her own chopsticks fell off the bowl she had temporarily put them on. “You know what?” she then said, this time with a more silent voice, seeming as if she had calmed down, but really I knew from experience that nothing good could come out of her mouth anymore now. “If you can’t even take studying seriously, then you’re also not worth enjoying yourself.” She put a pause there and I raised my eyebrows. My mind went blank for a second, and even though I should’ve predicted her next words, they still hit me like a ton of bricks. “You’re grounded.”

Side-eyeing the dress still hanging on the inside of my door and suppressing my tears, I took out my phone. I would have to tell him that I got grounded, but everytime I reread our last messages, and how much he was looking forward to this evening, telling him the truth got infinitely harder. I looked out of the window and the heavy clouds hanging in the evening sky make my mood sink a little lower. What do I do? When my look fell to the handle of the window in front of me, I got an idea. A very stupid one, but still an idea.

I opened the door to my room slightly to check if there was anyone outside. I could hear my mother still doing the dishes in the kitchen but other than that, everyone seemed to be busy elsewhere. I silently walked out of my room and snuck downstairs, peeking into the kitchen to see her back directed at me. I walked past the entrance with a fuzzy feeling in my stomach that was about to kill me from nervousness, but I managed to grab my coat from the entrance and silently ran back into my room. After closing the door behind me, trying to make as little noise as possible, I leaned against it and took a few deep breaths to calm my racing heartbeat. My heated up cheeks stayed hot while I put on some light make up and slipped into the dress. I threw the coat over my shoulders and closed its buttons, tying the attached belt tightly. Before grabbing my handbag with one hand and my shoes with the other, I opened the window above my desk. If I’m careful I should make it out without being noticed, I thought to myself and prayed that I was right. So I stepped out onto the roof, feeling the cool tiles on my feet and another wave of adrenaline rushed through my body. My heart about to leap out of my chest, I carefully made my way down to the edge, where I let my bag and shoes fall onto the ground first. Then I took a deep breath and grabbed the gutter, slowly descending my body and eventually letting go to land with my feet in the grass. I picked up my stuff and put on my shoes that made me a little taller than I actually was thanks to the heels, then I took off running.

Worried and out of breath, I arrived at our meeting point, in front of the stairs leading to platform B. I wondered if Yanan had waited for me, since I was terribly late, and when I didn’t find him among the people surrounding the station, it hit me like a punch to the face.

“I let him down… what do I do?” I worriedly mumbled and got out my phone to call him and apologize. That’s when I stopped moving my hand for a moment because another unwelcome thought entered my brain. He hasn’t called or texted me either. Why isn’t he asking about why I’m late? Did something happen to him? Or did he just give up on me after I didn’t show up? …That would be plausible, I mean, we don’t know each other that well… But still… he’s the one who invited me in the first place…?

Suddenly overcome with disappointment, I let my hand sink, still clutching my phone. My eyes fell to the ground and I focused on the grey asphalt in front of me, when my phone buzzed and I flinched. A feeling of hope, accompanied by something else that made my heart speed up, arose within me as I read the name shown on the display.

“Turn around.”

And there he stood. Softly smiling, red hair parted a little on the left. Dressed in a white suit, first two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, and he held out his hand to me.

“I’m glad you came.” I could hear his words clearly, even though we stood apart, and all other noises and visual sensations around me faded for a moment in which I was only focused on him, drawn to his elegant figure, and my feet carried me towards him until my hand lay in his.

“I’m so sorry for being late,” I said to him and slightly bowed my head, wondering if I should be honest about the reason.

“Don’t worry about it.” He still smiled at me fondly when I looked back up at his face, the soft features making me feel weirdly reassured. “You’re here now. Let’s go.”

I didn’t think he would have so much understanding without even knowing what’s going on really. Being late wasn’t exactly a charming expression you could leave on an occasion like this. Still he didn’t seem to mind, or he was just very good at hiding it. However, looking at his face, his cheeks that were lifted up from smiling, how he sometimes glanced over to me shyly, but very apparently carrying a lot of happiness in his heart, I just couldn‘t bring myself to believe that he was really disappointed.

His aunt’s house wasn’t far from the station, the walk there took about ten minutes. Still I was glad my shoes were rather comfortable compared to most heels. Arriving there, he held open the door for me and we were greeted by his aunt and uncle, who made it very obvious just how happy they were to see him after a long while, and how glad they were that he found such a beautiful girl. I blushed and wondered if I should clarify that we weren‘t dating, but he was faster.

“There’s no such deep connection between us,” he explained, always staying at the appropriate level of politeness and familiarity. After taking off my coat, we progressed to what seemed like a huge dining hall. Tables filled with food and drinks were lined up at the sides, and in the middle, people were dancing to beautiful piano music. I couldn’t help but think it all seemed a little like a royal dinner party, and I chuckled to myself.

“What…?” Yanan asked with a broad grin on his face, who seemed to have caught me laughing to myself.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “I was just thinking how this party seems fancier than I expected it to be.”

“Ahh. Well, that’s what you get when your relatives are rich.” It made sense to me now. Observing the people all around me and him, I figured I was probably among the least wealthy currently in this house. Still caught in thought, he placed himself in front of me, holding out his hands.

“Do you like dancing?”

“Huh?” Taken by surprise, I peeked up at him with huge eyes. “I mean… I don’t dislike it. I’m just not very good…”

“Don’t worry about that. Just follow my lead.” I nodded, letting him guide me through the people dancing around us, becoming one with the moving masses. I wasn‘t sure where to step at first, but as I began trusting him to take the lead more and more, it became easier and it felt like we were becoming one with the rhythm, dancing as a strange kind of peaceful feeling settled in my stomach.

“Do you like this song?” he asked as he noticed me smiling at a particular tune and I nodded my head.

“I’ve listened to it a lot when it first came out.” Fond memories of high school came back to me. Yes, this song had given me comfort many times. And it had made me think that maybe there was something like that one true love in this world after all. I smiled at myself at the thought. What a romantic I had used to be back then…

“I like it too. Very much,” he explained. “It might be my favourite song actually.”

“Oh? I didn’t think we’d like the same kind of music.” We kept slowly spinning, swaying with the rhythm, when his expression slightly changed and he mouthed the lyrics to a certain part.

“…I don’t deserve this…”

“You know the words?” I asked.

“Yes, mostly.”

“We should try singing it together some time!” I suggested and he gave a nod.

“We should.”

The evening progressed like that, always with a peaceful feeling accompanying me, and I completely forgot about my worries from earlier. We had a bite to eat and I marveled at the exquisite taste of the food offered. I even got to enjoy a glass of real champagne together with him and some members of his family and friends of theirs. The evening turned into night, and hours passed faster than I had thought they would, until most people had left and it looked like it was time for us to go as well. He helped me put on my coat in the entrance area, before we bid our goodbyes and walked outside, where it had started to rain heavily. I sighed at the bad weather.

“Guess I’ll just have to run home then.” While I was already mentally preparing myself to get soaked, Yanan took off the jacket of his suit next to me and put it over our heads.

“I’ll take you home.”

“What? No, it’s fine, really! But… aren’t you cold like this?” It wasn’t exactly freezing outside, but with just a shirt he couldn’t possibly be warm enough.

“I’m fine. You don’t live far from here anyway, do you?”

“No… I just don’t want you to catch a cold because of me,” I stated and received a rather playful smile from him.

“Then we’ll just have to run.” And in the end we did, even though we weren’t as fast as we wanted to be, since I couldn’t move as quickly with my shoes as he could in his. I kept slipping out of one of them because of the water getting into them, and when we were about halfway there, I stopped him in the middle of the street.

“Let me take them off, then we’re faster…” I said, lifting one foot and automatically holding onto his shoulder for balance. We looked at each other and for the first time ever I had the chance to peer directly into his warm brown eyes for just a moment, before he shyly turned his head away, still trying to somehow hold his jacket so I wouldn’t get wet. However, now I stopped moving and instead let my foot sink back to the ground. The air around us suddenly changed, and the slight blush on his cheeks told me he could feel it too.

“Thank you… for today,” I spoke in between the sound of countless raindrops meeting the ground around us in the dimly lit street. “It was a lot of fun.” I showed him a genuine smile, when he slowly turned back to look at me, then one of his hands let go of the jacket to brush a stray strand of hair out of my face. Even a small touch such as this sent a fuzzy feeling throughout my whole body. He rested his palm against my cheek and slightly tilted my head, before his eyes landed on my lips and he leaned in, kissing me softly, and with so much care, making me feel as if I was something close to his most precious treasure. Or maybe I was just that… I closed my eyes, letting my hands find his shirt, my fingers wandering up the fabric until they were holding onto his shoulders. The rain had long started to soak my hair and my coat, and was running down my face so that I could faintly taste it on my lips as we kissed, but I couldn’t care less about the consequences that might have. All I could think about in this moment that seemed like an eternity, but still so far too short, was him, how his hands holding me made me feel so at ease, and how his soft lips moving against mine gave me a sense of home. When we finally parted, neither of us said anything for a while. We both just looked at each other, unsure if we should share another kiss, and though I was sure both of us would’ve wanted to feel the other’s lips on ours again, the sudden cold sent a heavy shiver through my body and he immediately wrapped his jacket around me.

“I don’t think this will help anymore…” I commented with an amused but somewhat worried smile, seeing how every single piece of clothing we carried on us was completely soaked from the rain by now.

“Then let’s run and get you home, before you get sick,” he decided. “Want to get on my back?” I hesitated at first as I didn’t want to burden him, however I quickly figured we’d both be dry faster if he carried me. Holding on to him tightly, I mumbled directions into his ear, and it didn’t take us long until he let me back down onto the ground in front of my house.

“Thank you again for today,” I smiled and he shook his head.

“No, I should thank you for coming along. The evening with you was perfect. But now hurry and get back inside!” When I hesitated, he raised his eyebrows. I quickly got on tiptoes, lightly holding onto his sleeves to pull myself up, and I placed a quick kiss on his lips, leaving him smiling adorably.

“We’ll see each other soon, promise?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Promise.” Then I ran back inside.

As soon as I opened the door and saw that there was still light on inside, I felt like my stomach had just been tied into a tight knot, and I felt a slight urge to throw up. Nobody should still be up by now, considering that it must have been well past midnight, which gave me a bad feeling in the gut about what was to come. I could barely take off my shoes, when my mother towered in front of me, fury in her eyes. l couldn’t even take a breath to attempt saying something before the yelling started, and all I could do was just stand there, petrified. For minutes that seemed endless, there was just me, the cold, wet feeling all over my body, and the loud voice of my mother, shaking my ears but not getting far enough for me to comprehend anything. I was frozen up completely, starting to cry at some point, but still unable to move, so the tears just fell in silence while she kept directing the heaviest verbal punches at me that I had ever received. Only when she finally disappeared and I had recovered from the shock enough to drag myself up the stairs to my room, I began to realize that she had, in fact, just very bitterly told me to get out of her house by tomorrow.

So here I stood now. At the station on a Sunday morning, a heavy bag packed with my most important belongings next to me on the ground, and the bag I always used for school, filled to the brim. I crouched down next to my possessions, feeling strangely calm even though I knew I had nowhere to go now and that I would have to sleep outside tonight if I didn’t find a place until the sun set. A hotel was unaffordable for a student like me who only worked on occasion, and most of my friends from college that could’ve taken me in for at least a few days didn’t even live in this town. At least I’m lucky with the weather today, I thought to myself as I looked up into the clear blue sky. Letting the October sun warm my face, I leaned against the rather cool wall behind me and began to count the few clouds visible. Slowly, my thoughts started working, and with them a whole jumble of complicated emotions arose from the depths of my heart.

“Fuck,” I cursed silently, forming a fist to punch the wall next to me. I choked up all of a sudden, and bit down on my lip hard to avoid crying in public. Even though there was barely anyone here on a Sunday, I still didn’t want to risk getting caught. My phone buzzed and I took it out to see a message from the younger one of my brothers. As expected, he was asking what happened, though he also let me know that mom had told him she threw me out.

“That’s all there is to it. I failed a class and snuck out yesterday, so I got what I deserved I guess,” I answered, and didn’t have to wait long for his response.

“You snuck out? I totally didn’t hear you.” Mindful as always, isn’t he…? I laughed bitterly before receiving the next text. “But you can always ask me for help if you need something. We’ll get you a place to stay somehow…”

“How exactly do you wanna help me here?” I answered. After that I didn’t get another text. Of course he had no clue how to get me out of this situation, but at least he tried.

“Shit, what do I do now? I can’t exactly live in front of the station…” I put my phone away and took my head into my hands, thinking hard, but not really getting anywhere. No matter what way I mentally took, it always boiled down to me having nowhere to go. And that hurt pretty badly. When I was close to tearing up again, I noticed someone had stopped to stand in front of me. The person crouched down and held out a cup of warm take-out coffee.

“Yanan… What are you doing here?” I asked him with wide eyes.

“The same I would like to ask you,” he said as he handed me the cup. “And why do I have the feeling you’re moving out…?” I glanced to the side in shame.

“Because… that’s kinda what I’m doing.” Question marks appeared over his head, so I clarified, “I got kicked out because I failed a class and snuck out even though I got grounded for it.” Actually saying the truth left a bitter feeling lingering in the air around me. Almost like the coffee he bought for me. “Meaning I kinda… have nowhere to go at the moment.” For a second he looked at me in devastation. But then he got up and heaved the heavy bag I brought all the way here on his back.

“Come with me then. I’m living in a small apartment by myself while I’m here. But there’s space for a second person.”

“What? I can’t-“ I wanted to protest, but he shook his head, shooting me a serious look instead.

“I can’t leave you out here on the street all by yourself.” His expression softened when he saw how I was still indecisive. “I won’t charge you anything,” he assured. As if that was what I was worried about. On the way to his place I kept asking if it was really okay, if it wasn’t a burden, if I could actually just freeload there, until he suddenly turned around at some point, resulting in me almost bumping straight into him.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure about this. Of course I’ll help you out here.” He bowed down a little so his face was on the same level as mine. “I’m doing this because I want to.” I almost got startled when he stared right into my eyes for a moment, finding such dedication in his look that it washed away all my doubts at once. I didn’t know he could look like that.

So Yanan took me across half the city and to an area where the streets were narrow and the sunlight barely got through the many tall buildings. He shot me an apologetic smile as we were making our way through the busy people and slowly driving and sometimes angrily honking cars. In front of a beige colored door on the second floor of a huge but cheap looking apartment complex we came to a halt and he got out the keys from his pocket to unlock it.

“I hope you don’t mind the area… it’s a little more crowded than where you’re used to living.” Again, he furrowed his eyebrows, so I shook my head strongly.

“No, I really don’t mind! I don’t think I’m even in a place to complain when you’re taking on such a huge burden for me…”

“What burden…?” he asked. “Stop acting like taking you in is troublesome for me.”

“But… you’ll have to adjust to living with another person now… and so spontaneously too…” I kept expressing my worries and how uncomfortable I felt that I was relying on him like that. Nevertheless, he let me enter his tiny flat first and I took off my shoes. Then he gave me a quick tour of the place and we put my things down in the living room area that was combined with a small cooking space.

“Is it okay for you to sleep over here?” he asked and pointed over to a couch covered with a thin blanket. It looked comfortable even from here, so I nodded.

“Of course.” I walked over to take a seat and smiled at how soft it was. “This almost feels even better than my bed at home!” I laughed and made him giggle too. He offered me something to drink and handed me a glass of iced water, then he disappeared into his own bedroom for a while to get me a proper pillow and blanket. The cool feeling of the ice still on my lips, I put down the glass and a thought wandered through my head. It wasn’t like people usually came by the station on a Sunday, and with Yanan living rather far away from it… did he know that I got in trouble? No, that was totally impossible. Still I felt like him finding me there wasn’t completely coincidental.

I took some time to properly take in my surroundings. When entering I had already noticed the flat wasn’t really decorated. There was the most important furniture, but nothing out of the ordinary. Only the couch I was sitting on and the old clock in the kitchen area similar to the one in my parents’ house added a little color to the otherwise plain interior. No pictures up on the walls, the curtains were in a standard white, the wooden table and shelves seemed like they were used before.

“Has somebody else lived here before you?” I wanted to know when Yanan came back and put the bedding down next to me.

“It’s my cousin’s flat. I’m just staying here while I’m in town and he’ll move back in when I leave in about a month,” he explained to me.

“Ahh, so you’re just freeloading now?”

“Basically, yes. But now that I have a partner in crime I don’t feel so bad about it anymore,” he chuckled at me. I got ready to protest, but held back. He was right after all. “Now we’re just two freeloaders trying to get through life, I guess,” he added.

“Don’t make it sound that dramatic.” I lightly hit his shoulder and he shot me a look, almost as if he was startled by the sudden touch. “But don’t you think you should make it a little more comfortable here? At least until you move back out.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… little decorations,” I suggested. “A poster of a person you admire, some pretty paintings, or just flowers! That makes it feel livelier in here!” He hesitated though.

“I’m not really the type for stuff like that…” he argued, voice low.

“Then maybe we can compromise? Let’s get at least flowers!”

“For being worried that you’re burdening me you’re very proactive all of a sudden,” Yanan remarked with a smirk and I blushed.

“U-uhm…” Flustered, I didn’t know what to say next, but he saved me from the awkward silence.

“Fine. Let’s get flowers then. Do you have any in mind?”

To be continued...

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yoon jisung - demigod!au; nemesis

for those who dont know, nemesis is the goddess of revenge, retribution and balance

shocked? same for jisung.

jisung was adopted by a very loving and caring family with very accepting siblings.

no one knows about his family or past; it was the cliche, he was left on rhe porch of the family in basket wrapped in a ducky blanket, something he still dearly treasures since he feels its his only connection to his biological parents.

he was home schooled, so he had a limited amount of friends which meant he was very protective and loving of his family.  

he lived a pretty normal life, and since he wasn’t exactly the most powerful of demigods, monsters didn’t really bother to chase him down.

up until he was about to finish highschool with his home school program thing that is

he was at the grocery store, picking up produce for his family since he had promised to cook dinner that night,

he was reaching for the tomatoes when a big burly hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

slowly looking up he saw a big muscular man looking down at him with the biggest huffs and puffs coming out out of his mouth.

“y-yo-you can ha-a-ave th-the to-to-toma-tomato if yo-you want” he stuttered, gulping a lump down his throat.

slowly, he watched the big man throws his wrist down and the tomato flung out of his hand smashing into the shelf, the force creating a hole through the shelf

luckily the civilians around only saw it splatter onto the cereal boxes because of the mist but many angry customers were watching in disgust

jisung ran over to the shelf and attempted to pick up the tomato but of course in his vision it wasn’t there but behind the shelf

he looked up, about to ask why the man did that but instead was meet with a kick in the gut that flung him into shelf

screams exploded around him and he gripped his stomach painfully

the man had reached his eye level, just grunting and smirking, through his blurry vision, jisung noticed his eyes slowly combining into one and he wanted to scream, realizing he was witnessing a cyclops about to beat him to pulp

instead only tears rolled down his checks and inaudible sounds escaped from his mouth. all he could think about was his family and how theyre going to react if he suddenly died or disappeared

as the cyclops was about to grab him, he squeezed his eyes shut, (causing more tears to spill) expecting to be crushed but instead he heard another loud crash

there you were, all bad ass in just a tshirt and jeans. he had realized you had kick down the cyclops twice your size.

before the cyclops could get back up your frame was already on top of him, your dagger already aligned with it’s eyes

jisung’s sobs erupted as you jabbed your dagger in and quickly jumped off the cyclops, grabbing his hands, pulling up his knees

“stop crying we gotta go okay" you said hurriedly, trying to calm him down

he’s a child; cheeks stained red, eyes shut tightly with over flowing tears and you raise a brow

“I ha-have t-t-to c-co-co-cook din-dinner"

you end up having to drag him out of the grocery store before the cyclops could attack again, you both run blocks until you make it to a parking lot

now he’s panting, sobbing and wont stop rambling about his family

“look as much as you love your family, you’re in danger okay” you’re trying not to rolling your eyes cause honestly what the fuck

you explain to him he NEEDS to bounce on over to camp half blood because monsters are after him since he’s a demigod

he’s stubborn though, he refuses to go with you he just needs to cook for his family

and you both just keep bickering like why can’t he understand he needs to fucking leave he’s in danger

and why cant you understand that family is important and that he can’t just disappear

you guys are having major culture shocks, it just something each of you weren’t used to

you weren’t used to the idea of a loving and tightly knitted family and he wasn’t used to “fending for yourself” 

so you guys compromise, he can finish this dinner thing and then the next morning he’ll leave with you with the condition that he can come back and that you’d stop bringing up this demigod nonsense for one night

so you guys go grocery shopping together again, he notices your uptight behavior and constant glances of worries and he tries to ease you by being his good ol happy self, all meme like and jolly 

you guys also end up introducing yourselves (finally)

as you guys are the leaving the store, he apologizes about your dagger and you blinked a couple times like “wdym?????”

and he’s like “your dagger ?????? the one you left in the cyclops???????”

“OOH, dw bout it, it’s gonna come back”

he’s dumbfounded, like what the fuck are you saying ?????

“it’s reappears when I need it, it’s name it’s emfanistei"

“oh that’s cute it’s literally named reappear”

and he catches himself, he’s wide eyed

“w HY dO I kNoW THa T?????????????” he freaks the fuck out

and you’re like chiiiiiilllll it’s cause you’re greek u demigod calm down

when you make it back to his place, you’re starting telling him you’ll be back at dawn he has math equations around his head

“where are you going?” 

“finding a motel?”

this is also the first time you hear jisung go “what the fuck” and you see him with the most sassiest face that you didn’t think the crybaby happy go lucky boy could pull off

he forces you to eat dinner with his family, they’re all really sweet and all but you’ve never felt so out place

they’re all so sweet and caring it makes you feel bad for intruding

you both somehow bs an explanation and they’re convinced that he’s going to some intern summer camp thing

he insists you sleep on his bed and he takes the bean bag but you refuse, feeling bad for what you put him through all day

you both end up staying up a bit too late, discussing each other lives 

he was extremely fascinated by your demigod life

you also learn he’s adopted and that’s why hes so caring about his family

“i mean, i can’t loose two families right??”

he’s the type to suppress all his feelings in order to make other people feel better please protect the boy, hes actually sad deep down

he talked about how he used get bullied for it, how people told him how he was unwanted and useless 

it didn’t help that he was dyslexic and had adhd so he just turned to home schooling

he came to terms with it, knowing that he was loved by his family, whether or not they had the same dna and blood  

“I live a very happy and wholesome life now and that’s all that really matters right?” 

he doesn’t really hold a grudges against his biological parents, but he would just like to know why or what happened  

the next, he was all packed and ready to, packed as in just some essentials that he couldn’t survive without (his blanket)

it takes a lot of walking and buses to get to camp half blood, which makes a lot of room for conversations

there were a few awkward silences, good long talks (mainly him) and lots of exchanged jokes (also mainly him)

you guys end up talking about his potential parents and you were honest and said that he was probably demeter’s son but you really couldn’t tell

he realized that he knew nothing about your parentage so he was slightly surprised that you were ares’s child

“isn’t he like mean??? scary????? wAR??????”

and you kinda just chuckle because wow such stereotypes you’ve placed upon me

“but you’re so kind??? quiet??? i’m confused???”

and yall make it to camp half blood!!!!!

as soon as you get there your cabin mates kinda just scoff at him

“you got sooo lucky bro that they found you”

“ya, if we found you, you would’ve been done, you look like a twinkie”

and they snicker at each and you just roll your eyes

“leave him alone, its literally his first day”

he realizes that you’re really not the stereotypical ares kid

“oh shut up reject, this is why dad never sends you off to quests or gives you gifts.”

you’re walking away and jisung follows, trying to comfort you but you end up comforting him

“its fine, ares kids are always like that, just ignore them”

and this happens constantly and everytime jisung would just run by your side 

honestly since he’s so cheery and happy, he’s loved by many campers, except for the ares cabin

but he never ever drifts from you, you’re still his top priority 

you think he’s just being sweet and nice to you because you sorta saved his life

he always saves you a seat during meals and has your favorite drink already at the table 

at the bonfire, he’d always have an extra large blanket for you to share 

he even let you stay at his hermes cabin over night once because your siblings were being assholes

(he’s in the hermes cabin because he wasn’t claimed yet)

thats’ the night you realize how fast your heart races when you’re around him

you liked him

something about the two of you just clicked

it takes him a while to get claimed but he does, during a game of capture the flag

you get in a fight with your other cabin mates and they’re blaming you for losing 

even though jisung was on the other team, he came over and stood up for you

he cited how unfair your teammates were acting and insisted that they shouldn’t get to use the showers first since they were being assholes

“how does that even remotely make sense? that’s so petty, like showers???” your half siblings complained

“yea, cause you guys are complaining about something bratty, that means you get a bratty punishment”

even mr.d was amused by the solution since he was overhearing the argument

bam, he’s claimed by his mother nemesis

everyone is shook and he doesn’t understand why at first; theres a lot of scattered whispering

you have to explain to him that her children are known for being traitors, and self entitled assholes

it takes him a while to get used to, he’s angered by her because she’s kinda known for being a huge asshole and sorta evil and hes the polar opposite

but overtime he accepts himself like he always does, he realizes that he is a firm believer in balance

he doesn’t believe in irrational punishment and revenge, but he knows when its needed.

so he ends up becoming a referee for capture the flag occasionally when mr.d isn’t available because he’s “busy”

one time during another argument that involved you again, the ares cabin called him out for being your little guard dog

“so what if i stand up for them?” jisung responds “you guys are the ones treating them like shit”

“ya okay, go ahead, go to your little boy toy since you’re such a weakling and can’t stand up for yourself”

and jisung’s sassy side just goes OFF

“look here, you know damn well that y.n can literally beat the both of you into a pulp, unlike you though, they doesn’t feel the need to show off nor waste their energy on such useless statements, especially from low lifers like you guys.”

and the two ares children that were talking are furious but before they attack jisung you kinda just kick them down

“leave him alone okay, hes not my boy toy, I can genuinely for people unlike you inconsiderate assholes”

and as you two are walking away, he realized what you said

“you care for me?” he asked

“ya?” you bluntly replied

“like care care for me?”

“what does that even mean?”

“i like you” he blurts

and yall date,

and you perfectly balance each other ;-)

he’s really talkative and you’re a great listener 

he makes you laugh and relax and you keep him check 

you’re both protective of each other 

he really loves embarrassing you cause you’re still pretty shy about skinship, 

he finds you all red faced super cute

hes always sitting with the hermes cabin since he had been close with a lot of them since he wasn’t claimed for a long while and he has no one in the nemesis cabin that he isnt he afraid of 

and he always invites you over during meal times and the hermes cabin relentlessly tease you guys

he races you up the lava climbing wall and never wins

you help him with the history of greek mythology to which he always claims is boring and useless

when he sees you during sword fight class and defeating someone he would cheer so loud it almost embarrasses you 

“yEES thAtS mY ArES sIGnIFIcaNT OThER!!!!!!” “MY 10 OUT OF 10!!!!” “look did you see them just drop kicked that big guy?? tHEYrE mInE!!” 

and he’s all the way across the field near the cabin so everyone can hear him

your first kiss was at the armory while you guys were searching for a weapon for him

ya you both didn’t realize he was playing capture the flag weaponless

“what, i didn’t even do much anyways, i just kinda looked around, and if i found the flag i just told my teammates? besides, i don’t even play that often anyways”

“but yoU WeRE wEAPonlESS???? dEFenSeLeSS??????”

but you guys both find a him sword after sorting through all the too heavy and too light ones

“thanks babe youre the best! :-)))” and he kisses your cheek “perks of dating an ares child !!!!” 

god hes such a cutie

and you don’t realize that you’re staring at him, admiring his cute his smile and his half closed eyes

but he does, so he leans in to try to kiss you, but accidentally knocks down the barrel of spears, scaring the daylights out of you

he’s bright red and giggling and you just sigh and you end up kissing him, holding up the barrel of swords that was behind the spears just in cases it falls

you guys are exactly the the unexpected

the two scary mean violent cabins, dating in one peaceful harmony

how ironically fitting