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seospicybin · 2 years ago

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STRANGERS.

PART I

Lee Know x reader. (s,a)

Chapters: Part II

Author’s note: Sorry that I posted it twice, tumblr just won’t let me edit my previous post. ugh!

There's a Spanish proverb that says:

"When love is not madness. It is not love."

And you can't tell if what you're doing is either love or madness, there's no difference anymore, the line blurs, and so is your judgment.

You always think that it's the same anyway, we do all sort of crazy in the name of love.

And whatever that is, brings you here, working as a sports news journalist for a TV station.

"It's a big floor, but why our working space is this small?" You ask the girl who occupies the cubicle next to you, Kim, the only other girl in sports news.

There are only ten or so desks in the office, apart from office equipment, you share everything, from meeting rooms to the pantry.

"We share the floor with the world news team," she answers.

You don't need a further explanation about her answer, it's always the world news team that gets the best at everything, either news part or other golden child perks, that include having a bigger working place.

The only good thing the sports department has is that the office is so close to the elevator, remembering that most of you are working in the field covering sports games and such.

The elevator dings open, and a group of people spill out of it.

Kim rolls her chair until it crashes with yours, "Have you met the head of the world news team?" Her eyes flicked to the last man getting out of the elevator.

He wears a white shirt and black tie, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the veins coiling his forearms, and a fancy watch decorated his wrist.

His dark hair slicked back, parted in the middle, and a few strands curtained his forehead. Eyes, lips, and a nose so sharp like you would prick your finger if you touched it.

"Lee Minho. A real piece of work! One stone-cold man, never seen him smile off camera, not even once," she says with such bitterness.

"But he's great at his job, everyone likes him, he's pleasant to the eyes, cameras want to fuck him, well, I bet he's good on the bed too," she cheekily adds with low giggles.

"The whole building wants to get a chance with him, but only a few can handle that attitude of his," she finishes the introduction with a condescending pout.

Your eyes follow his figure making his way to his office with hands shoved inside his slacks pockets.

You scoff at her short yet detailed introduction of him.

"He's mysterious too, like… no one knows his existence outside of here," she adds, then props a hand under her chin, staring at him until he gets inside his office.

"He sounds... intriguing," you comment with a sheepish smile.

She turns her head at you, "well, I'd rather salivate over the sweaty man at the volleyball court,"

You smile at her and nod, "sounds like a great idea!"

She gives you a joyous look, "I know we'll get along just fine," she remarks, playfully bumping her shoulder with yours.

You smile at her in return, "likewise,"

"I'd better get back working," she says, then rolls her chair back against her desk and starts typing on her computer.

You met the man several times already in the week you have been working at the TV station.

You met him in the elevator, clutching his briefcase in front of him while his eyes looked down at his phone, and his hands were busy typing on it.

In the pantry where you both made your cups of coffee, he stood at the other end of the counter and you on the opposite end, stirring your coffee in silence.

You walked past each other a lot in the office, it's inevitable, remembering the shared working place.

And your eyes would find each other and locked for a second before breaking the eye contact at the same time.

By the end of the week, you moved to a new apartment provided by the TV station, and you only need to pay other bills besides the rent.

You drag the last three boxes of your belongings into the elevator.

It comes as no surprise that he also lives in the building, he was in his workout attire when you find him inside the elevator, leaning with his arms crossed in front of him.

He wears his hat low and it covers most of his face with the shadow, you push the boxes inside with your feet and carry the smallest one in your hands.

You glance at the panel and see that he already pushed the button to the 8th floor where you are also headed.

It's so quiet inside the elevator, that you clutch the box tighter until your knuckles turn white to hold back the urge to break the suffocating silence.

After an agonizing ride up to the 8th floor, the elevator finally arrives on your floor, and the doors open.

He stands on his feet and makes his way out of the elevator, not batting even an eyelash at you.

You don't expect him to help you either and spare yourself from being disappointed.

It's getting more inevitable, meeting him, and especially knowing that he lives next door.

You meet him the next morning, dressed up for work, and are looking at his watch when you get in.

You get out at the lobby since you haven't gotten a car yet, you have to take the bus at least until the company lends you a car or you get one yourself.

While he goes to the parking basement, again, you don't expect him to offer you a ride after all.

Once you arrived at the office, you headed back out with your team to interview the newly scouted player of a major league baseball team.

It surprised that you knew him from when he was still playing for his university baseball team, it is kind of amazing seeing people around you grow when you feel like you're still in the same place.

And it seems like he recognized you too, he smiles at you the moment he sees you.

"Aren't you working for the newspaper?" He asks you as he brushes his hair to the back, then put his baseball cap on. It amazes you that he still knows you despite you only interviewing him three times in 5 years.

"I was, but now I'm working for the TV station," you answer, then offer your hand for a handshake.

He takes your hand without a doubt and shakes it.

"Congratulations on becoming a major league player, Kim Seungmin," you sincerely congratulated him.

"Oh please, just call me Seungmin!" he says with a bright smile that somehow resembles a puppy.

"Maybe I will when we're off-camera," you tell him, then break the handshake but not forgetting to return the smile.

You have always liked him from the first day you met him, you can tell that he is a well-mannered, modest guy and a very, very talented baseball player.

The interview went well, and it's all thanks to him for making it pleasant for both of you.

"I'm glad that I see you," he suddenly says as you wait for the other to be done packing the equipment.

"Why is that?" You ask as you put your notebook into your bag.

"This city still feels strange to me, so it feels nice to see a familiar face," he honestly answers, pulling his cap lower to hide his face out of shyness.

"I also just moved back here two weeks ago, I know exactly how you feel," you shot him a comforting smile.

"Will we be seeing each other again soon?" He asks with a sheepish smile.

It's so subtle, but you know he's being flirty with you, he is two years younger than you yet he still looks like the same college baseball player you met 5 years ago.

"I hope I get to see you again after winning your first major league game," you respond.

He softly chuckles and fiddles with the sleeve of his varsity jacket out of nerves.

You don't realize you just put pressure on him, you quickly tap his shoulder, "you'll do well! Good luck!" You encouraged him and put on a smile for him.

"Thank you," he responds then shoves his hands into his jacket pockets.

You made it back, and just in time for lunch, Kim suddenly nudges your elbow while you're about to shove a spoonful of rice into your mouth, almost sending it spilled all over the table.

"Look at that!" She says while shaking your forearm now.

She gestures to the two people talking outside a coffee shop.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin before speaking, "what is it?" You ask, ready to listen to any gossip she is about to share.

"Heard they're getting it on," she says with a straw tugged between her teeth.

You scoff then takes a sip of water, looking at the couple talking while holding coffee cups in their hands, you take a good look at them to finally realize it's Minho and a girl you have never seen before.

"Who is the girl?" You try to sound coy and hastily take a sip of your water.

"Heard she's the producer of that one variety show," she replies.

That's enough information to take in, for now, you continue eating your lunch in silence while Kim keeps on blabbering around about why they would make a couple eventually.

But you have to disagree with her, instead of saying it, you swallow it down and let it buried deep inside you.

The next day, you came late to work by 15 minutes because the bus broke down in the middle and you had to take a taxi to finally make it to the office.

Your heart skips a beat when the head of the sports news team catches you come creeping to your desk, trying to go unnoticed but failing.

"Hey, I watched the interview from yesterday," he says to you from someone's cubicle.

He then put a thumb up at you, "Wow, you do a great job at it," he says to you, "keep up the good work!"

You awkwardly smile at him, relieved that it's not about you coming late to work but also not a fan of how he delivers his praise.

"Always in a tone of surprise!" You mutter under your breath.

After years of working in a male-dominated job, you get used to hearing praises that implies men still find it amazing that women can do a good or even a better job than them.

You don't mean for anyone to hear it, but from the way Kim chuckles, you bet she heard it.

She stretches her hands in the air and sigh, "it's so nice to have another girl on the team," she says with a gleeful smile.

You plop down your chair and sigh, "I know,"

She swivels her chair around to face you, "anyway, we have team dinner tonight!" She informs, then rolls her chair back to her desk.

Not even a minute, Kim already pokes her head into your cubicle, "I hope you're good with alcohol," she warns you.

It baffles you that when everyone knows there'll be team dinner tonight, all of a sudden, the sports news team becomes twice the number that you have to take the second elevator along with Kim, the head of sports news, and the other two journalists.

When the elevator arrives, everyone comes rushing in, and there he is, also getting in seconds away before the doors slide shut.

"Hey, come join us for drinks!" Your head of sports news said to him.

He puts on a thin smile and says, "no, thanks, I'm good,"

There's an awkward silence followed after.

"Have you met the new journalist on our team?" Your boss asks him.

You don't know which you hate more, the fact that you know he wouldn’t care about it or being the center of attention, especially in a closed space like this.

And your boss gestures his hand at you.

"Have you met the head of world news?" He asks you.

You can't say no, because you've seen him often, whether it's at work or home, or...

"She's amazing, she's doing a great job at it," he brags at Minho, which he looked so not bothered at all with the information.

"Thanks," you meekly mutter to your boss to put an end to this unpleasant exchange.

You can feel your chest loosen the moment you get out of the elevator, and it keeps on loosening with every glass of alcohol you gulped down as the night goes by.

Kim was right to warn you about everyone being heavy drinkers, you get around it by taking a lot of trips to the restroom and quickly filling your glass with water before someone pours alcohol in it.

Kim's boyfriend kindly gave you a lift home at the end of the night. Before going up to your floor, you collect your mails from your mailbox even though your head is completely buzzed from all the alcohol surging through your body system.

You hear someone else is also opening their mailbox next to you, you don't have to know who it is since you know who lives next to you.

You clutch all of your mails close to your chest, then head to the elevator, scanning your mails one by one as you wait for the elevator to arrive.

When it dings open, you hurriedly get in and followed by him getting in after you. You shove your mails into your bag and lean against the wall of the elevator.

"What are you trying to do?" He asks you without looking your way.

And there it is, your first contact with him after months of radio silence, unread texts that you sent him, unreturned calls and the first thing he asks is your intention.

"Nice to know I’m no longer invisible to you,” you sneer.

You see him standing just a close distance from you with his back facing you. So close yet so far. Within grasp yet you can’t touch him.

You hear him inaudibly sigh, "I will not change my mind," he says and it sounds final.

"I know," you meekly say.

He doesn't hesitate to walk out the second the elevator slides open and leaves you behind, alone like you had been all these few months after he broke up with you.

It's sad the way you act like strangers.

After all of you had together, he acts as if the two of you had never met.

You understand that you left too much mess and hurt him to the point that there's no going back to the way you were.

You do know and understand why he acts like that.

You convinced yourself that you can be nobody to him but oh… the feeling, it never came to an ending. He will forever be more than just a passing fancy to you.

When you saw him again that day, you can't lie that it hurts when he saw you like you were see-through, invisible, nothing.

There were so many times when you felt like you just wanted to blurt out and say, "I still love you", despite knowing that you shouldn't be, or tell him that.

Even if you didn't say it, you'd still have felt it. It is still there and forever will, along with that lingering regret of letting him go.

Just like the thought summoned him, you see him walking from the opposite end of the hallway.

When you both meet in the middle, he locked eyes with you for a second.

Even in that one second, you can't find the person you are deeply in love with.

Minho.

Who acts cold and nonchalant, but is actually warm from the inside, overflowing with charms.

He deeply cares for someone he loves, he takes care of you well, he has a beautiful smile that can easily cure your sorrows, he rarely said 'I love you' but often showed it through actions, and when he did say those three words, he meant it with all of his heart that your heart ached when you heard it.

You drag yourself to get into the elevator that takes you to your apartment floor, followed by someone who gets in just right in time before it slides shut, you glance at her and see the girl Minho talked with in front of the coffee shop, the one Kim gossiped to have a shot with Minho.

She shot you a smile as she caught you looking at her, you return the smile and turn your head back, straight ahead.

The elevator arrives at your floor, she goes straight to Minho's apartment and rings his doorbell without hesitation.

You can't help but stall as you unlock your door.

A moment later, Minho opens the door for her and keeps it open to let her in as he welcomes her with a smile.

You catch a sight of him closing the door as the smile fades from his face, like knowing that you were watching in on him.

You don't even deserve a smile, you remind yourself.

You can't sleep, you lay awake on your bed listening to the subtle noise they're making in the apartment next to you with all the lights turned out.

You hate to think of Minho being with somebody else.

Knowing that he's having someone over at his apartment makes you think of nothing, but him lying on the bed with her next to him.

She gets to feel the warmth of his body, touches his honey skin, the prominent veins on his arms, the taut of his muscles, and ultimately, his presence, wholly and completely.

You hear the faint sounds of laughter after laughter which makes you ask yourself when was the last time someone made you laugh like that.

You get sad that someone is Minho.

Your eyes fluttering shut now listening to the sound of fervent heavy breathings through the wall, the occasional low moans you hear, and rings in your ears.

You avert your thoughts to think that it was you he is touching right now, replace his hand with your hand and start touching yourself like he would do to you, in feather-like touches that always worked to make you tingle inside.

"Minho..." you call out his name, whispery and low like you were calling a divine living.

You slip your hands under your nightdress and keep touching yourself, imagining his mouth pressed close to your ears, replaying the saccharine words he always muttered to you.

"You're so beautiful,"

"Honey, I like the noises you make,"

"You always feel good around me,"

"I love you very much, honey,"

"My honey..." he once said with a breathy, hoarse voice, too fucked out to form full-on romantic praise for you.

You cup your breasts with your hands, softly kneading the flesh, and pinch your nipples until they harden.

You picture him taking them into his eager mouth, his tongue swirling around your hardening buds like they're candies. You move one hand down south and put your hand inside your underwear, tracing your delicate flesh, and found it already wet, wet just from the thoughts of him alone.

"Minho," you desperately call to the void in your bedroom.

You begin circling your clit to bring pleasure, moaning with every burning sensation for more until you can't take it anymore. Your body shakes, writhing with overwhelming, immense pleasure with your hand clamps between your legs.

"Minho..." you call him again as you reeling from the orgasm you brought on yourself.

You open your eyes after having them screwed shut the entire time you were touching yourself and find nothing but the grim, dark of your bedroom and the slivers of pale moonlight shining through your blinds.

A sudden thudding sound jolt you awake from your reverie and break the chain of your dreamy imagery of him touching you.

The thudding sound comes out repetitive, and the heavy breathing grows louder, louder enough that you can't ignore it.

You believe he is fucking her against the wall, and he probably does it on purpose for you to hear everything.

"Noona, are you okay?"

You don't know how many times he has been asking you that he shakes your forearm for you to finally answer him.

“Uhm... yes?”

"You look pale," Seungmin says.

You are interviewing him again during his practice, at his team's baseball field as he prepares for his first major league game of the season.

"I'm okay. I just couldn't sleep last night," you reply with a convincing smile.

He nods his head and smiles back, "how about I treat you to lunch after the interview?" He asks.

You have rejected him enough to the point you feel bad saying no again to him, it’s only lunch, after all, no harm in it.

"Sure, but I'm going to make you treat me to something expensive," you tease.

He chuckles, "oh wow, okay," he says, a little flustered.

"And you have to treat the other two guys who came with me too," you tease again, pointing to the guys who set the camera and other equipment needed for the interview.

All of a sudden, you hear shouting from across the field and Seungmin comes rushing to your side.

It's too late to realize a ball is coming your way and hits you hard on the face.

The next thing you know, you are in the ambulance with ice packs on one side of your face and a neck brace.

Fortunately, there's nothing serious, no bone fracture despite the ball was going fast, at least 60mph.

But your jaw aches whenever you open your mouth, even a slight move to sip water hurts so much.

"I'm so sorry," Seungmin says to you, he looks so distraught like he is the only one responsible for this accident.

You wave him off, "it's an accident and I'm okay,"

"You should go back to practice," you tell him while pressing an ice pack to your bruised jaw.

"I-," he pauses to find an excuse to stay.

"It's okay, you can treat me to lunch next time," you tell him with a thin smile.

"I'm sorry," he says again even though he wasn't the one who pitched the ball.

"It's okay, just go back to your practice," you assure him and playfully shoo him away.

You insist on finishing your work real quick even though the office lets you go home early. Kim gasps seeing the bruise in her jaw turn into a deep shade of blue, she makes it dramatically loud for everyone to hear.

"Why are you still here?" She asks you in disbelief.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

What she actually means by that is calls her boyfriend and tells him to drive you home.

"I'll go as soon as I finish this,"

You take a taxi home, but it starts to frustrate you that you can't eat anything because it's hurt to chew. You drink a bottle of juice and take another painkiller then try to get some rest.

Your doorbell ring once, for a second, maybe you imagined it since you have just woken up from your nap. You get up from bed and trudge your way to the door, opening it to find no one but a bag of food hung on the handle of the door.

You poke your head outside to see if someone delivered the wrong food order to your apartment, but the hall is empty.

You take the bag inside, to the kitchen then open it to find a bowl of porridge inside.

You quickly take a spoon and eat it, humming in satisfaction since you haven't had a decent meal since this morning.

Your eyes widen when Seungmin is the one who walks up to your first, not the other way around.

"Aren't you going to interview me?" He asks you with that puppy smile of his.

"Yes, of course, but I can wait," you reply with a smile.

It's his first game and the first win he got with his new team, so many people want to interview him, but he chooses you first. You like the privilege he provides you but still, you have to keep it professional.

"I'll patiently wait for my turn," you say to him.

When it's finally your turn, you congratulate him first with a handshake, which, he gladly takes.

"Is it alright now?" He asks you, pointing to your bruised jaw that you tried to conceal with layers of foundation, but it's still apparent.

"It's still tender, but it's alright," you answer.

"I'm sorry, I was late to warn you," he apologized for the umpteenth time even though it was days ago the accident happened.

"Please, it gives me an excuse to ask you to treat me to something expensive," you joke.

"I can do that," he adds with a shy smile.

You don't reply but smile back at him and begin to interview him before you get tempted to tease him again because of how he would adorably react to it.

You meet the girl Minho is seeing in the elevator again and she goes straight to Minho's apartment and you unlock the door fast, this time trying not to care and just get inside.

The thought that you'll hear them again through the thin wall that separates your apartment from his, annoys you so much that you decide to get out once you changed your clothes.

You went to the convenience store close to your apartment building and drink canned beers until you were boozy enough to get back to your apartment.

You find Minho is sorting trash right outside the building, it surprises you because it's only a little after midnight and him doing a chore at this hour only means the girl has left.

He walks behind you to the elevator and watches you push the button, waiting for the elevator in the empty lobby of the apartment building.

Inside the elevator, you catch him glancing at you through the reflection of the shiny surface of the elevator door.

You look down to see what you're wearing, and realize that you are wearing his hoodie, the one he left behind in your place before you two broke up.

He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a yawn.

He just doesn't know that you wear his clothes to bed on a night like this, to catch the scent of his that clung to the fabric that always provides you a sense of comfort and reminds you of the way his body wrapped around you, makes you feel less alone and held.

Kim is talking to you as she waited for you to finish peeing inside the stall when suddenly she talks to someone else.

"Heard things are going great with you with Mr. Nighttime news," she says.

You figure that since she mentioned Minho's nickname on the TV station, she is talking to the girl he's seeing. You stay quiet inside even though you're done with your business inside the stall, afraid that she'll recognize you and let Kim know you're living next to Minho.

You can imagine her asking you everything about living next to him, and it already gives you a headache.

The other girl giggles, "well, so far so good,"

"You know not everyone can get to this level," Kim teases her.

The girl giggles again, "oh no, please," but her please demands more questions from Kim.

"I won't ask you about anything else, but is he good?"

"What?"

Through the crack of the toilet door, you can see Kim nudges her elbow, "girl, you know what I'm talking about," she riles her the best way.

"Well..." she stops there and doesn't say anything else.

"Okay, okay, I get you. But how far are you in the relationship?" Kim asks, doesn’t want to pressure her.

You unconsciously lean in so close, intently listening and looking forward to her answer but unfortunately, she turns on the faucet, and you can't hear her answer through the sound of the water running.

You sigh in disappointment and get out of the stall once the girl left the restroom.

You have no business asking Kim about what they talked about earlier, you decide to let it go and let the thought slip away.

Good thing you have just the right distraction, which is meeting Seungmin when you get off work.

"You're not here to see me, right?" You can't help but feel a little overconfident about it.

He smiles, "No, I happen to have an interview for a TV show," he answers while scratching the back of his neck.

You stifle a laugh, "Well, how silly of me!” you grimace, embarrassed.

"But I’m thinking of taking you out for dinner," he trails his words, unsure if you would agree with his idea.

"As a change for that lunch I promised you," he continues with eyes staring at you deeply as if he's manifesting something into your head.

"Yeah, sure," you answer.

He happens to come at the right time when you need something to avert your mind off of Minho.

"I was joking when I said treat me something expensive," you beam as you sit across from him in a fine dining restaurant.

"Well, let's just say we're having a celebratory dinner for my first win," he suggests.

You purse your lips for a moment and smile, "that's better!”

Seungmin looks so good tonight, he's wearing a dark blue fitted shirt that accentuates his broad shoulders and he keeps the hairstyle from the TV interview.

In contrast to his soft facial features and cute smiles, his eyes intensely gaze at you, and a sly smirk flashes once in a while in between conversations.

He drives you home, and the music he plays slowly lulls you to sleep.

You wake up to him gazing out of the windshield of his car with streams of water running down the foggy glass from the heavy rain.

The car is already parked right outside your apartment building.

You groan out loud that it startles him, "I didn't mean to fall asleep,"

He softly chuckles, "It's alright,"

You rest your head on the headrest of the passenger's seat, also staring out at the rain.

"Has it been raining long?" You stretch out a little.

"No, it only has been a few minutes," he answers.

He reclines on his seat and presents you with a view of his side profile, he looks good from any angle anyway. He’s just that good-looking.

You quickly snap yourself out of your daze, "anyway, thank you for dinner. It was nice," you deliver your gratitude with a touch on his arm.

He turns his head at you and smiles, "I'm glad.”

Without warning, his hand reaches for your jaw and gently brushes the skin so lightly with his knuckles, "is it better now?"

You shouldn't look into his eyes, but you don't know why your body betrays you just like that, "yeah," you reply, your voice dropping so low.

You slowly jerk your head away and get your bag, sling it across your shoulder, "I'll get going,”

He waits until you look at him again to say, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" You say back with a sweet smile, then get out of his car. You run until you get to the entrance of the building, and turn around to wave at him before finally parting with him.

But that's also the end of the distraction you needed, something nudges your arm making you startled, looking over your shoulder to find Minho tapping your shoulder with an envelope.

"Your mail got into my mailbox," he says.

You stare at the mail and wonder why he bothers to tell you about it when he can just shove it into your mailbox instead of making a contact like this.

"Thanks," you mutter then take the mail from him.

You grip the handle of your bag so hard during the whole elevator ride up, fighting the urge to ask him about the girl he is seeing.

You let out the breath you have been holding once you got out of the elevator, be the one who gets out first and gets inside your apartment.

It's one of those nights again, where everything just comes back rushing in like floodwaters.

Minho and his sly smiles, his hands that impatiently touching you, holding you close, on the bed next to each other telling you random thoughts because he knows no one else would get it except you.

"Do you know why I love you?" he suddenly asked while threading his fingers with you under the cover.

"Because I'm hot," You playfully answered while laughing.

He pinched the flesh of your thigh, then kissed your shoulder, "that too, but there's one specific thing that I love about you," he said.

You turned on the bed to face him and used his hand as a pillow, "what is that?"

He held your face with a hand on your jaw, "when I hold you like this, you're always blinking slowly and deliberately like that," he explained, "like a cat,"

"Yeah?"

He nodded.

"Meow," you mewled like a kitten.

He softly laughed, then kissed you on the lips, soft and quick with a hand that squeezed your hip.

"Meow-meow," you mewled again at him while nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

"That means I want more kisses," you told him, but you didn't wait for him to give you one. You pressed your lips on him, slightly opening your mouth to take his lips in yours, gently sucking on his lips and nibbling on them.

You mischievously licked his lips like a cat would do, then giggled.

It took him aback for a second, but he licked his wet lips to taste you on his.

"What a cute little kitten!" he exclaimed with a sly smirk then crashed himself on you, kissing you hard and down your pillow.

You can almost taste his lips on you, the softness, the plush, the warmness of them on yours, the way his lips glide over yours then take your lips on his.

And the little things that come with it, the way he likes to graze the tip of your nose with his before sinking his mouth on you, the hand that holds your chin to keep you still, the sigh he makes between kisses, and the smile against your lips as he makes witty remarks.

Or just to call you by the preferred pet name he likes to call you with.

"Honey..." with that mix of sweet and seductive tone, you still don’t know how he makes that possible.

"Minho..." you call again, hoping he can hear you desperately calling for him through the thin wall.

A tear escapes the corner of your eyes, sending it to roll down the side of your face.

The fact that he lives so close to you, only makes you unbearably sad. He's the closest he has ever been since he broke up with you, but he is still out of your grasp, endlessly tantalizing you.

You don't know how he ended up here, sitting across from you and acting like nothing ever happened between you.

You don't know how the sports news and the world news teams got together for a team dinner.

"Pour a drink for him!" Your boss nudges your elbow, gestures to the empty shot glass of Minho, and derails your train of thoughts.

You reluctantly obey and fill his glass with alcohol, but he refuses.

“I’m driving here,” He says to your boss.

This is the perfect time to get completely drunk and let everything be background noise to your life, including him.

But it's hard to gulp down your drink when the person who reminds you of the biggest regret of your life is sitting right in front of you.

Kim is not much help, she is resting her head on your shoulder, her cheeks blushed from the amount of alcohol she consumed that she barely functions anymore.

"I heard you dating that pretty variety show producer," your boss asks him, slurring his words yet he keeps mixing his poison in his glass.

Minho sheepishly smiles at him, "I'm not dating anyone," he answers, shutting down every rumor with such simple words.

Your boss chuckles at him, "how nice to be young and single, you get to date around," he enviously says.

He drinks the whole glass down and gasps, then winces at the bitterness of the alcohol.

"How come I never heard you dating anyone before?" Your boss suddenly asks him.

Your heart starts racing inside of you, putting your hands down under the table so no one can see how tight you clench your hands into fists.

Minho pours himself a drink and gulps it in one go, "that's because," he pauses to hiss at the alcohol, "I never dated anyone before," he finishes his sentence, his eyes locked with yours for a few seconds.

Nothing comes in contact with you, but you can feel the insufferable pain of being stabbed right to the chest.

"I don't believe you," your boss snickers at him, "a handsome man like you never dated before," he states in disbelief.

"No one ever comes to that extent," he says as he stares down his empty glass.

And you're losing the air in your chest the longer you stay at the table.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom," you excuse yourself, and without waiting for anyone to reply, you run to the back entrance and retch for air.

You lean against stacks of crates filled with empty beer bottles, it makes a clinking sound as you rest your back against it, slump down until you squat down and hug your knees, clamping your head between your knees, and stay like that until you compose yourself enough to go back inside.

You're holding Kim with her arm around your shoulder, sitting on the empty bench just outside the restaurant.

"Are you my boyfriend?" She asks you with her head lolled on your shoulder.

"No, Kim! Your boyfriend is on the way to pick you up," you answer, keeping her steady by holding her head with one hand.

His boyfriend's car pulled up at the side of the road, he gets out of the car to help get Kim inside the backseat of his car.

"Do you need a lift?" He asks you.

"No thanks, you better get her home fast," you told him then closed the door of the car door.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll take a taxi," you assure him.

"Be careful then!" He says to you, then jogs to the opposite side of the car to drive away.

A taxi comes to pick you up, offering his service, but when you're about to open the door, someone stops you.

Minho leans down to talk to the taxi driver, "I'm sorry, but we're not taking the taxi," he says.

You look at him rather blankly, and he looks back at you, "I'll take you home," he says.

You recognize right away from the tone that he's not asking nor offering, he commands you to go home with him.

You comply without saying anything from the moment you got into his car to him parking his car in the basement parking of your apartment building.

None of you move or are in hurry to get out of the car, and Minho turns off the car engine, making it even quieter than it already is.

You take a deep breath, to muster the courage to speak up, "did I hurt you that much?”

He let the words resound inside the car until the sound becomes nonexistent anymore.

He decides not to answer.

"Did I hurt you that much that the year we spent together became nothing to you?" You look away from his direction but being with him like this only makes you exposed and vulnerable, like an open wound.

You have been holding your tears for far too long that once you start crying, the tears won't stop coming out of your eyes.

It seems like Minho decides not to say anything. But that nothing speaks so much, so loud.

It means that, yes, you hurt him so much he can't fathom it in words.

And it hurts you even more.

You unbuckle your safety belt and dash out of his car, taking the emergency stairs instead of the elevator.

You don't want to see him, not after finding out that you hurt him so much that he has no words for it.

You keep climbing the stairs until you run out of breath, you break down on the steps and cry, letting it all out, and let the echo of your cries reminds you of how much it hurts to you too.

You realize how much pain you’ve caused him, for misjudging his limits, pushing him too far, taking him for granted.

You are so conceited to ever think that he wouldn't leave you.

You are so stupid to ever think he'd gladly take you back again with open arms.

While in reality, you are cruel. You're so selfish and heartless.

A sorry won't be enough, never will.

As of that moment, you promise yourself to not make his life harder or try to return to the way you both were.

You take these feelings that you still have for him as a punishment, a curse you put yourself into, and suffer it yourself.

It takes time to finally be able to make yourself a background character in his life.

You avoid seeing him, either at work or home. You go to work earlier than him and go home later than him. You do a lot of work in the field than in the office, but of course, there are times when you meet each other.

When it happens, you bite your tongue and let him pass.

And you will keep doing it until he thinks that you moved on.

"You missed the grand scene!" Kim says to you, whispering gossip like she usually does whenever she gets to see you back from the field.

"Mr. Nighttime news just scolded someone in his team. I don't know what got into him, but he looked so hot mad like that," Kim explains with giggles at the end.

"You're deranged!" You poke fun at her.

She shrugs innocently, "I also heard he broke up with that producer," she adds.

"What a shame that I have to miss all that!" You say with fake enthusiasm.

"Are you going again?" She asks.

"Yeah, I have to cover to help the guys covering soccer," you reply as you shove your things into your bag.

"Girl, we're all paid the same, slow down your roll,"

"Who said that I get paid the same as you?" You joke at her and stick your tongue out at her.

She kicks your office chair until it hits your knee, making you lose your balance, and sending you to topple to the side.

Luckily, someone catches you at the right time.

"Thank you," you muttered to him.

When you look up, Minho is looking down at you. You quickly retract yourself from him, then head inside the elevator that happens to be stopping on your floor.

It has been raining towards the end of the summer, and soon enough, the autumn air would start blowing cold winds your way.

You hate it that when the cold weather comes, all you remember is how Minho used to be worried for all the stray cats and wonder if they all have homes to shelter in.

It's a shame that everyone doesn't know this side of him, the side that he keeps hidden, at how thoughtful and soft-hearted he can be.

You squat down, looking down at the kitten hiding between a stack of folded boxes near the recycle bin, mewling at you, asking for help.

"I don't even know if I'm allowed to have a pet in the building," you say to the blue-eyed and grey furry kitten.

It keeps mewling, desperately seeking shelter and seeing the hope in you.

You hide the kitten inside your hoodie, then take the emergency stairs to prevent anyone from seeing you bringing a cat into the building.

You make a bed for the cat with a folded blanket in the pantry then place a bowl of water to drink.

You crouching down, watch it drinking the water in kitten licks.

"What should I call you?" You ask the kitten.

You pet its head, and it starts purring, "you have until tomorrow to think of a name," and it mewls in response.

You go to work early like usual, but Minho is unusually early on that day, you meet him inside the elevator.

Once it arrived in the lobby, you swiftly make your way out and leave him alone on his elevator ride down to the basement parking.

And work was such a drag, you wait a little later to come home to avoid seeing Minho on your way home.

Someone is waiting for you in the lobby and smiles so brightly at the sight of you.

"Hey, you work late?" He asks you.

"Seungmin, what are you doing here?" You ask in surprise.

"You have another interview?" Not getting ahead of yourself this time.

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm waiting for you,"

"Huh?" You blinked your eyes at him.

"Can we have dinner? Together?" He asks, rubbing his palms over his jeans out of nerves.

"Oh," it surprises you that he really does come to see you.

"Yes," you answered.

He treats you to another fancy dinner, after several meals and glasses of wine later, you catch Seungmin staring at you.

"Why are you staring at me?" You asked, putting down your wine glass, empty with no drop of wine left in it.

"You're beautiful. What else do people stare at you?" He asks you back.

He's smart and good-looking, he has that right amount of wit in him, such a catch!

You laugh at him, biting your lower lip, holding yourself from flirting back at him. You can't blame yourself for how your body reacts to his words, blushing profusely without you intended to.

"Can I talk to you?" He asks you, putting his hands down flat on the table, only inches away from yours.

"Aren't we already talking?" You ask back with a sly smile.

"Can I have your full attention then?" He asks you again with that wit of his.

You nod at him but do not say anything.

"I think you already know that I have feelings for you, Noona," he says to you, the glints in his eyes glimmering, looking alive more than he already is.

You nod again, not like you can get around it by playing dumb, you're not a schoolgirl anymore.

"We don't have to decide everything now. I just hope we can get to know each other better," he says to you, his hand finally reaching for you on the table.

"Take things slowly and take things further when we ready," he continues.

"But I can't decide this on my own," his eyes looking straight into yours.

"I'm asking if," he lifts your hand on the table and intertwines it with his, "I have your permission?"

And he is considerate too. What's not to like about him?

Your heart still aches for Minho but maybe trying to love someone else would help you move on from this part of your life that you find hard to get past.

The wound takes time to heal, but perhaps, Seungmin can also mend you back and make you better.

"Yes," you confidently said, hoping that the wound you carry won't bleed all over him.

You collapse onto the bed once you get back home and play the broadcast of Minho's nighttime news on your phone, letting Minho's voice fill the quiescent of your apartment, fold your hands under your head and close your eyes.

Minho didn't mean to act that way.

Your return to his life took him by surprise he didn't know how to react to it.

He is still hurting, he still thinks of his decision of breaking up with you over and over again until his head hurts.

He is still in love with you, but the pain still lingering inside him tells him to act the opposite way.

Ultimately, he didn't expect you to go this length to win him back.

When he broke up with you that night, you accepted his decision without saying anything and he thought that was what you really wanted.

And you hurt him back by treating him the same way he treated you. It felt like you really knew him, but now it feels like you see right through him.

It hurts him that he couldn't take care of you after seeing your bruised jaw. It hurts him that you have to talk formally to him. It hurts him that even when he looks at you and you look at him, no one has anything to say.

It also hurts him for hurting an innocent girl and dragging her to join in on his scheme to make you jealous.

On that night, he put another test on you, gave you a taste of how great of a pain he had been dealing with since he broke up with you, by telling you how you meant nothing to him.

But it only hurts him more.

Seeing you cry, sobbing with your hands clenched so tight as if to restrain yourself from bursting out of sadness and pain.

He so badly wanted to hold you, asking if you're okay, telling you that it hurts him more than it did to you, telling you how much he wants another chance to start it again with you.

But there seems to be no way back, not after what he had done to you. He blames his selfishness, his immature, hot-headed self for it.

It hurts and it hurts and it hurts. It's pain after pain. An endless torment to both, you and him.

He doesn't realize how much he still cares for you, loves you, craving your presence in his life like oxygen.

These past few weeks had convinced him, no matter how much he doesn't want to believe it, that you have moved on from him.

He saw you going on a date with that baseball player you interviewed a handful of times. He unconsciously followed you two and had dinner by himself just watching the two of you talk and eventually, holding hands.

He was sure he wouldn't regret his decision for breaking up with you.

As he stared at the way you looked back at him with a smile that he was greatly familiar with then he felt it, a hit of tremendous regret.

But if it's the only way he can see you smiling like that, he doesn't mind, he would endure the pain for it.

Even though, it’s painful to see that you are happy without him.

When he came home that night, he sat on the sofa and stayed there in the dark, he pulled out his phone to play videos of you and him together on a picnic.

You were nagging at him for taking bad pictures of you, laughing at the camera, trying to snatch his phone away from him.

"Not fair," you shouted at him in the video.

"Give it to me! I better take the pictures myself," you nagged at him and struggled to get his phone from him.

"I promise, this time I'll take good pictures of you," he said to you.

You rolled your eyes at him, doubting his promise, and tricked him by pretending to give in when you tried to snatch his phone again.

"You can't fool me!" He said to you.

You swat his hand instead, sending his phone dropped onto the picnic mat.

You crawled to grab the phone, but he stopped you, grabbed you by your waist, and pulled you closer until you both lay on the mat.

He grabbed the phone and filmed you both lying next to each other.

"You've been recording a video all this time?" You glared at him.

He laughed with his head pressed to the side of your face, kissing your cheek to console you. He turned your head to face him and without hesitation, kissed your lips.

You returned the kiss, opening your mouth for him, hand fisting the front of his t-shirt.

You took it to your advantage by taking his phone and succeed, but he swatted your hand like you did to him, forcing you to drop the phone.

The video recorded nothing but the sound of your nagging, followed by giggles and sounds of kisses.

"I love you," he faintly said to you.

You giggled again before saying the words back to him, "I love you,"

The video ends with the sound of a good summer day, where the birds sing and the wind made a rustling sound through the tree branches when everything felt so simpler, easier, and happier with you.

Minho took his phone and hit replay.

He lies down on his sofa and let the sound fill the emptiness in his apartment, and his heart.

He sees you coming his way, to get into the elevator, and his hand hovers over the button to keep it open for you.

You avoid his eyes, head down, not saying anything, opposite to the girl he knew, the one he was with, who likes to blabber around, telling him funny things you heard at work or just randomly throwing praises at him.

"I like you in a white fitted shirt,"

"You look good in anything, but my hands look best on you,"

"We can have much more fun when there's only two of us," you once said with a seductive smile.

"Minho..." you sadly called him when he knew you just had a bad day, got on his lap, and let him cradle you like a baby.

He would scratch the back of your head, patting your head while lying down until you fall asleep.

He misses you so much that his heartaches at the thought of you.

He is gripping the script so hard when the staff comes up to him and accidentally crumples it in his hand.

"We're going to replace the entertainment news with a live coverage of the last baseball game of the season," a staff tells him when he's already seated behind the desk, ready for his nighttime news broadcast.

"Yes," he awkwardly answered.

"It'll be 3 minutes, we're not going to ask a lot of questions at the end, but they'll be ready on the prompter," the staff further explained.

Minho nods then fix his ties one more time before the broadcast begins.

"Are we still live when it happens?" Is the first thing you ask the cameraman, who's just as shocked as you.

You were interviewing Seungmin when it happens, right after you finished up the report his teammates dumped a cooler of water on him, but since you were standing so close to him, you got a good splash of it, and one side of your body drenched.

"I-I think so," the cameraman says.

The cold weather doesn't help, it got you shivering in no time.

Other people help you by giving you towels on you to dry and wrap yourself with them.

Seungmin lends you his shirt, and you hurriedly change it in the restroom.

You check your phone and see a new message from Kim.

Are you okay?

She attached a video of you getting splashed right before the camera was cut off.

"Fuck!" You cursed under your breath.

You can imagine being the talk of the office or worse, an internet meme. You wince, but you are way too numb to even think of the aftermath of it.

You agreed to Seungmin drive you home, he stops you before entering his car to put on his jacket on you.

"You don't have to I-"

He puts his hands on your shoulders, "I thought you're giving me permission," he says.

You smile in defeat and nod, then let him open the car door for you.

"Thanks,"

He put the heater on, "is it warm enough for you?" as he checks the heat with his hand.

"Yeah," you reply, clutching his jacket together.

It smells exactly like him, a combination of musk and something soft, powdery of vanilla.

You hate to admit that you miss being treated like this, being taken care of, paid attention to, this sense of belonging to someone.

You look at him, both hands on the steering wheel, his athletic upper body of broad shoulders, toned biceps, and prominent veins on his hands.

Like all that isn't enough to charm you, he's also attentive, kind and polite, cultivated.

Maybe it's time to let go of Minho, not at once but slowly letting go of the hold that only hurts you the longer you hold on.

You failed a relationship with Minho doesn't mean you don't deserve another chance in love.

Because what if you miss a chance to be with someone like Seungmin?

You are too busy with the negative outcomes instead of the positive ones.

What if the relationship works?

Seungmin parked the car just right by the entrance of your apartment building.

"You'd better get inside and get warm," he says to you, rubbing the side of your arm.

You nod at him, "okay,"

You look at each other, smiling in the darkness inside the car, none of you move.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks you, he says it so low it's almost like a whisper.

You softly chuckle then lean in, be the one who initiates first by giving him a quick peck on the lips, "I told you, you have my permission," you remind him as you pull away.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, still reeling from the fleeting, sweet kiss you gave him, then smiles.

"Goodnight!" You say to him as you get out of the car.

You wave at him until his car pulls away and leaves.

When you got inside the elevator, you've just realized that you are still wearing his jacket.

You stand outside your apartment door and quickly pull out your phone to send Seungmin a text to let him know about his jacket.

Something nudges your elbow, and you turn around to find Minho handing you a package.

"I found it right outside my door when I got home," Minho says to you.

You reluctantly take the package from him, the package is addressed to you, and your name is written on top.

"Thank you," you mutter to him with a thin smile.

You notice Minho is looking at the jacket you are wearing, you hurriedly push open the door with a loud crack, "Goodnight!" You said without looking at him.

You lean against the door as soon as you closed it behind you, you didn't mean to be rude to him, but that's the only way to do it, to put a safe distance and clear boundaries between you.

Truthfully, he is the one who set it in the first place. You are merely following the way he wanted it to be.

You're lucky that it's the weekend.

You kind of already guessed you would get sick from the cold, you've always been prone to cold weather. Flu and cold, you have it at least once during the winter.

When you woke up in the morning with a slight fever and a pounding headache, you know it's one of those times.

You sleep some more, drifting in and out of your sleep with the faint sound of the cat mewling from the direction of the kitchen.

You manage to sleep for another hour, but then someone continuously rings your doorbell, and it's getting annoying now that you reluctantly get up from your bed, staggering to open the door.

"Coming!" You croak to the impatient individual behind the door.

You fumble to unlock the door and pull it open, "yes?" You weakly ask.

It's Minho.

His eyes glared at you, unamused, but there's more to it, almost like a concerned expression.

"Can I help you?" You ask, wiping the cold sweat on your neck with the back of your hand.

He stays quiet for a moment then says, "I keep hearing noises in your apartment and-"

"It's the cat," you point to the cat trailing behind you.

"She's hungry, I'll-" you pause to wipe the sweat from your forehead, "I'll feed her real quick," you resolve, then push the door to close it.

He stops you from closing the door, without asking your permission, walks past you, and lets himself into your apartment.

"Are you aware that no pets are allowed in the building?" He asks you.

You brush your hair to the back, dirty and damp with sweat. You sigh, decide not to answer him but walk to the kitchen, take the cat food out of the lower cabinet and pour it into a bowl.

You fill another bowl with water, then place it in front of the cat.

The cat eagerly comes to the bowl and starts eating.

"She won't make any noise now," you told him.

You have no energy left to deal with him so you walk back to your room, leaving him alone in the living room. You pull up your duvet until it covers your whole body on the bed and tries to go back to sleep.

Minho's guess is right.

He knows you'll get sick after he saw you got splashed with water on a cold night like that.

He runs out of the way to see you and the 'your mail getting into my mailbox' becomes a lame, boring excuse.

Then he heard the constant noises coming from your side of the apartment, then hurriedly goes to your apartment to complain about it.

But what he found is something heartbreaking, he can see that you are sick, your cheeks flushed from your body heat, probably from the fever, and you kept wiping your sweat, you looked wan and unwell.

He didn't mean to complain, but it just came out like that, again, his immature selfishness got to him.

He stands there in the doorway of your bedroom, looking at you sleeping, whimpering in your sleep like you always do whenever you're sick.

It's hard trying not to care when you need to be taken care of.

He goes to the kitchen to get a bowl of lukewarm water and a cloth.

He sits on the edge of your bed and carefully wipes the sweat with the wet cloth, on your face, neck, and hands. He makes sure he cleaned you well, then put a wet towel on your forehead to soothe the fever.

He checks to see your fridge, there's nothing but some leftovers and apples, canned drinks, and bottles of water.

He goes back to his apartment to get some ingredients to cook a meal for you, but he didn't think of getting locked out.

He stands by your door trying to figure out the passcode to enter your apartment, he tries your birthday first, and it didn't work.

He doubts it would work, but he inputs his birthday next and to his surprise, the door clicks open.

He cooks you a meal and lets them sit on the stove so you can reheat it.

He knows he's overstayed his visit, not to mention, going into your apartment without your permission the second time.

He needs to check on you one more time, places a glass of water on your bedside table along with the medicine you have on your medicine box, then checks your temperature with the back of his hand.

He watches you for a moment, your mouth slightly parted, lowly whimpering with your eyes winced like you're having a nightmare.

His heart breaks all over again.

He realized that it must have been hard for you too.

He put strands of hair that stuck to your face, then put a hand on your cheek.

As you sense him, you nuzzle your face closer to his hand, seeking the comfort he brought through his touches.

There's so much he wanted to say to you but what comes out of his mouth at that moment is, "I'm sorry,"

He gets up and finally leaves you alone in your room.

Your doorbell rang for God only knows how many times that you got up from the bed and run to open the door, just to make it stop.

It startles you to find Seungmin standing outside your door, "I'm here for the jacket," he says to you with a puppy smile.

"Jacket?" You ask back then it comes to your mind, the jacket you accidentally took with you that night.

"Oh, yes, jacket," you sigh, feeling stupid.

Both of you look at each other in silence, then realize you haven't let him in.

"Oh my God, please come in!" You told him, step aside to let him into your apartment.

You follow him from behind, then catch your reflection in the mirror, and wince at how terrible you look right now. Hair tousled, a tangled mess, you didn't shower yesterday and you can imagine what you smell like without getting a whiff at it.

"I'm sorry, it's a mess," you say to him, then walk around the apartment picking up things to make it less of a mess.

"Jacket, jacket, jacket," you say repeatedly while looking for his varsity jacket which he lent you that night.

Found it under the pile of your coats, "I haven't washed it. Is it okay?" You meekly hand it to him.

"It's okay," he shortly replies.

"Are you okay? You look pale," he says.

You put your hair behind your ear and hope you still look decent, "I got a fever last night, but I'm okay now," you explain.

"Is it because of that night?"

You awkwardly laugh, "I'm always easily got sick during the cold season,"

"Would you excuse me? I just need to wash up a little bit,"

Or more, you add in your head."Sure," he replies.

"Please, make yourself at home. Help yourself to some drinks in the fridge," you tell him while taking a step backward to your bedroom.

You take a quick shower, only dry your hair as much, and startle yourself as you take a look at your reflection in the mirror. You wouldn't be surprised if he’s gone when you return because of how much you grossed him out.

The smell of food welcomes you instead, and you see Seungmin is stirring something in a pot.

It never crossed your mind that you would see him in your kitchen and is cooking on your stove.

He beams a smile when he notices you are coming his way.

"What are you cooking?" You ask him, looking into the pot and taking a whiff of it again.

"I'm not," he denies, "I'm just reheating what you cooked,"

"Huh?"

The cat mewling at the sight of you asking for food, you hurriedly fill her bowls with food and water, and pat her head as she dips her head into the bowl.

"Where do you keep the bowls?" He asks you.

"I'll do it!" You volunteered, getting up from squatting down on the kitchen floor.

You recognize the cook right away as you take your first spoonful of soup into your mouth, who exactly made this because you have tasted his cook so many times.

You almost choked on it, suddenly finding it hard to swallow it down your throat.

"It's good," Seungmin brightly says after he tastes the soup.

You put on a smile for him and push it down your throat.

You decide to take a walk after a late breakfast with Seungmin, have a coffee on the way, and enjoy the crisp, cool autumn air.

You sit on the bench, watching two puppies playing on the field and playfully bite each other.

"That one with brown fur looks like you," you tell him, half laughing.

Seungmin chuckles, "why?"

"Adorable but feisty," you shortly reply.

After finishing your coffee, you walk back to your apartment and stop at the entrance since Seungmin has to leave for his practice.

"I'm sorry that I haven't washed your jacket,”

He shrugs, "it's okay, I kind of like it,"

You chuckle at him.

"I like it now that it smells like you," he says to you.

You can't help but smile, he always says those kinds of things when you least expect it.

"You perv!" You poke fun at him, unable to find cheeky things to say back to him, lightly punch him on the arm instead.

He catches your hand to pull you closer, "I'll see you again," he says to you, holding your frame.

He smiles down at you, takes a long look at your face as if he would never see you again then slowly presses his lips on you.

The kiss is sweet and intoxicating that you find your hands looping around his neck, your body closing in on him.

He holds you as he deepens the kiss and breaks the kiss with a smile.

"Bye," he says to you as he places a quick peck on your lips.

"Bye," you breathlessly say back to him, then shyly return the deed.

You feel like floating as you make your way back to your apartment, but before that, you have one thing to do. You push the doorbell and patiently wait for him to open the door.

He is holding a cup of coffee in his other hand while the other keeps the door open, looking surprised to see you.

"Uhm… Thank you for the soup!" you sincerely utter your gratitude to him.

It seems like he doesn't expect you would say such a thing to him, he opens his mouth to speak, but you quickly come up with something else you want to talk about with him.

"But I'd really appreciate it if you didn't come to my apartment without my permission ever again," you sternly say to him, putting on a serious face.

He wants things to go this way, and you are giving him what he wants, that it's over, and there's nothing to do about it anymore.

"Good day," you finish with a thin smile, then walk back to your apartment.

Apart from everyone knowing you are the girl who got splashed during your live coverage, everyone talks about you being seen wearing his jacket from a picture that is going around on the internet.

Not to belittle his popularity, but you're glad that Seungmin hasn't gained that much popularity for everyone in the country to talk about it.

"Are you? Or are you not dating him?" Kim teases you and pulls your chair to face her.

You bite the end of your pen between your teeth and give her a sly smile.

"Yes or yes?"

You shrug, not answering her question.

"You slick!" Kim spins your chair and pushes it back to your desk.

You are more scared for Seungmin. What if he doesn't like being seen with you? Or worse, what if he has a second thought about dating you?

You send a text to Seungmin to make sure he's not taking the swirling rumors too seriously, and you are more than glad to just step back, being nobody to him again if you have to.

He doesn't reply yet even after you arrived at your apartment.

Someone rings the doorbell and you smile thinking it's him but found the landlord instead.

She looks angry, hands defensively folded in front of her, "I know you're keeping a pet inside,"

You got caught red-handed, and there's no way around it but to come clean, "Please, let me explain myself," you plead.

But it seems like she already has a list of things she wanted to complain to you and going through it one by one without a break, not giving you a chance to defend yourself.

In the middle of it, you see Minho comes out of his apartment and walks up to you.

"Why don't we get inside and sort things out in a calm manner," he injects himself into the conversation.

"I'm not mad. I'm just telling her the rules she broke in our lease," the landlord snaps at him.

"Yes, we can always solve it to-"

"There's no way to solve it, she's at fault!" The landlord snaps at him again then glares at you. She walks away looking even more pissed off than before.

You groan out of frustration, rest your back against the door, then look down at your feet, reorganizing your breathing to calm yourself down.

"I told you that pets are not allowed in the building," he says to you.

You sigh and ball your hands into fists, you already have enough of him trying to mind your business, "I can handle it myself," you sternly told him.

"I'm just trying to help," he says.

"I appreciate the help, but no thanks," you say back.

"Why are you like this?"

You completely lost it at that moment, "no, you should ask that yourself!" You poke his chest with your index finger.

"Why are you like this? You treat me like a stranger, our relationship is nonexistent to you, and now all of sudden you want to help?" You don't mean to push him hard but turns out, you push him hard enough to send him staggering backward.

You let out a heavy sigh and bite down your tears, upset that he made you lose your patience just like that.

"Make up your goddamn mind!" You say to him, then head back inside, slamming the door so hard the sound echoes through the hallway.

You sit on the steps of the emergency stairs to avoid seeing Minho, just staring out at the void and trying to gather your thoughts.

The cat helplessly mewls inside the carrier like she knows she will be sent off to someone else’s home.

You let her out of the carrier and place her on your lap, petting her back until she gets comfortable.

"Just a few days," you tell her.

The cat turns around on your lap and faces you, she slowly and deliberately blinks at you.

"You can trust me," you tell her.

The cat purrs on your thigh in response.

Not long after, your phone vibrated with a new text from Seungmin. You put the cat back into the carrier and dash outside to the parking lot.

Seungmin waves at you to let you know where he is, and you can see the brightness of his smile even from a distance away.

"Hey, I hope you're not busy," you say.

"I don't have any other choice, my friend at work, Kim is allergic to cats," you explain, feeling bad because you don't mean to burden him with your sudden favor.

He lightly shakes his head, "it's not a big deal," he answers, then takes the carrier from you.

"Just a few days. The landlord isn't upset, but she wants me to move to the next building as soon as possible," you hand him another bag filled with cat food.

"I hope things work out well," he responds as he opens the car door and places the carrier in the backseat.

You suddenly get sentimental about parting with the cat, you bend down just enough to look at her, "bye-bye for now," you tell her, then closes the car door.

"Anyway, what's the cat's name?" He asks you.

"I haven't named her yet," you answer while foolishly laughing.

And he laughs along with you.

"Please, take care of her!" You say to him, looking into his eyes even though you can't see it when he wears his baseball cap low like that.

"I will," he promises you.

You reach for his cap and take it off of him, revealing his freshly showered hair, tousled and damp with the smell of his shampoo. He must have just gotten out of practice when you called to ask him about keeping your cat for a few days.

"As much as I like seeing you in baseball caps," you take the cap and put it behind you, "I cannot see your beautiful face," you take a step closer and confidently look up at him, to see if he would kiss you.

He softly chuckles and snatches the cap back from you, but it's just an excuse to put his hands around you.

He leans in but not quite kissing you yet, smiling with his eyes gleaming under the last sliver of daylight.

"I'm sorry about the picture," you tell him.

"What picture?" He asks, utterly confused.

"There's this picture going around the internet of me wearing your jacket," you elaborate.

"Ah," he exclaims, then puts his hands on each side of your waist, "I really don't care about that kind of thing," he says.

You sigh in relief, you knew he's not the type to fuss over such things.

"But that kind of things matter, you're getting more popular now," you say to him, tipping your head to the back to look up at him.

He leans in closer until the tip of his nose meets yours, "yeah, but I get it from baseball, not rumors," he says.

You nod, agreeing with him, but your eyes are now focusing on his lips, and so does he.

"I have to go back to arrange a few things with the landlord," you say to him, your voice dropped so low without you intended to.

"Okay," he says.

But none of you are willing to let go.

Seungmin leans in even closer, brushing his lips over your cheek, then brings his mouth close to your ear.

"I don't want to say goodnight yet," he says to you.

You put your hands on him and trace his broad shoulders against his varsity jacket until your hands meet on the nape of his neck.

Seungmin drags his lips down your jaw, then kisses you there, on your chin, so close yet not where you wanted him the most.

You let out a gasp of disappointment.

"You're such a tease," you mutter to him with a pout.

Then he finally kisses you right at that moment.

His lips on your lips, soft and soft, gliding over yours, his tongue gently swiping over.

He's so good at it, kissing you and driving you crazy at the same time. You can feel the sparks, that fiery excitement in everything he does with you. The kisses are explosive, bursting with so much passion, each one of them.

You feel hopeful that maybe Seungmin is the one who can get you out of your misery.

He slowly let go of the kiss, and you almost let out a moan of complaint, but hold yourself back.

"I'll see you again," he says to you, take the cap you are holding, then put it on.

"See you again," you say to him with your mouth still agape from his kiss.

"Let’s go buy a dress! I can't be the only one dressing up for this thing," Kim says as she slides an invitation.

You pick it up to open it, "what's this?"

"The TV station's anniversary," she shortly replies.

It's this Friday, you still have two days to prepare yourself and be a loyal friend to Kim as the only two girls on the sports news team.

"Let's dress up real fancy!" You say to her, then hold up your hand for a high five.

"Fuck yes!" She says back as she returns the high five.

The baseball season doesn't start until spring, you spend most of your time in the office or helping the other journalists covering the news.

You hunt for dresses after work with Kim in order to get her approval and what kind of fancy you are aiming for and to avoid overdoing it.

It's been a long time since you haven't spent time with another girl, going shopping, trying on make-up, eating dinner, and having a few drinks together, all the things that you should be doing to put your mind off things.

As usual, Kim's boyfriend gives you a drive home at the end of the night, and you give Kim a quick hug before closing the car door.

You struggle to carry your shopping bags upstairs, you hastily drop them by the time you got inside your apartment, sighing in relief. It's so empty now without the cat meowing to welcome you or that annoying mewling she does when asking for food.

You rush to get out of the shower when you hear the banging on your door instead of the ringing of your doorbell.

You heavily sigh, wondering what kind of doom waiting for you behind the door this time.

Minho crashes his body at yours the second you opened the door, almost sending you falling to the back. You hold him up, using all of your strength to put him on his feet but failing.

"I'm home," he tells you, slurring his words.

From his alcohol-tinted breath, you can tell that he has been drinking.

You try to make him stand on his feet but fail again.

"Hold me!" He begs you, wrapping his arms around you.

"Minho, you're heavy!" You complain, staying on your stance to hold him against you.

He tightens his arms around you and presses his head on your chest, "when you hold me like this, I can feel your heart beating," he mumbles to you.

It's so unlike him to be reckless like this, drunk and acting foolish. You drag him with you to his door and force him to come to his sense so he can tell you the passcode to his apartment.

"I need the passcode! I'm getting tired!" You complain to him between your pants.

Minho doesn't say anything but nestles his head on the crook of your neck, "Happy anniversary!" He says to you.

"Huh?"

"Anniversary," he mumbles.

"2 years," he adds then slumps on your chest, that you have no other option but to hoist him up again.

"Minho!" You call his name out of annoyance while shaking his body awake.

"Minho..." you shake his body harder, but he is still far from being sober.

"The passcode, please?" You ask, completely frustrated.

"Anniversary," he answers.

You heavily sigh again, not only that you're wearing a bathrobe but also trying to get four digits number from him when he's drunk out of his mind like this.

“Happy anniversary,” he mumbles again and again.

It takes you a while to realize that the passcode is the date of your anniversary.

You enter the numbers into the panel, and it clicks open.

You walk him to the sofa in his living room and lay him there, taking off his shoes and putting a glass of water on the table next to the sofa.

You sit next to him and watch him sleeping, eyes closed with dark, long eyelashes fanning out beautifully along his eyelids. He's beautiful just how you remember him, his nose, his lips, and those eyes that always intensely gaze at you.

It always scares you to look into his eyes, afraid that you'd be falling in love again.

"What did we do wrong, Minho?" You ask him.

You unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt, then hold him by his neck; he suddenly catches your hand and holds it close to his cheek.

"Happy anniversary!" He mumbles again.

Today is indeed your anniversary, you remember it, and he still remembers it too. Looking back at it now, it only brings back hurtful memories.

"There's no anniversary, Minho!" You softly say.

"I made a mistake. I ended us," you remind him.

You get and make your way to the door, you turn around to see him, and you think maybe it's time.

You hurt each other enough, and you're getting tired of playing the game.

It's time to let go.

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that-tall-queer-bassist · 1 month ago

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It is the next day, and while yesterday I managed to get a little done (about 50 more words I think i'll keep, and maybe 50 i had to delete that im not counting) today i am going to do some group writing sprints!

After, of course, rereading what i already wrote. It helps get me in the headspace, and usually doesn't take too long, and if it does i scroll up about a thousand words or so and only reread the last bit, to keep the writing consistent-ish.

15 minutes, +263 words - thoughts during this: Oh god why did i write this like that, this needs more words, this needs less words, fuck i already posted that sneak peak so now we're just living like this i guess. Oh I could- yes yes good. I like this concept, execution could use some work some other time, what time is it? oh only a few minutes left. might as well update the post.

20 minutes, +409 words - thoughts during this: Ahhhhh 20 this time okay should be fine, let me update tumblr first though (hi) and then back to disaster time. This might be longer than i thought if i keep going like this. Plot wherefore art thou. I LOVE WRITING STUPID THINGS. I'm gonna regret writing the stupid things and boiling characters down to their funniest characteristics, but it might be worth it. For the giggles. "Bro" "Dude" "Bro" I hate that i love it. Okay the plot has gotten away from me but it will be fine. Probably. damn, 5 minutes left somehow. okay pretty good, now we're back on track, hell yeah

Water break time, also going to reread while i do that, try and see if this is anything or if ive been filling space.

Good news! It's good I think! And I feel better after stretching and water, which is good. I did some minor edits (wording and grammar) so that future/editing L has less work, and my rereads aren't as painful in the future. now, back to sprints!

20 minutes, +335 words - thoughts during this: ough i don't wanna write anymore. but i gotta cuz transition scenes are evil to end on. Okay i've got this. Oh i could- yeah. Oh I've got this! hell yeah this is great. UGH how have only 10 minutes passed, jesus christ. How many times can i say glared without people cussing me out for it. How many times can i use canon nicknames without people cussing me out for it. How many times can i write this sentence without people cussing me out for it- ugh 5 whole minutes left how is 20 minutes this long. Okay since it's been so long, where is this going. *outlines the rest of the fic vaguely in [brackets]* Okay cool.

god i need some caffeine and to stretch again. Taking a break for that. Also moving out of the closet (where i've been writing, because I desperately needed an environment change) to my bed. or maybe the couch? not sure yet.

Okay, back from getting coffee, I need a break from writing. It's been about two hours since i started and i think thats good progress, but also im just tired.

will pick back up (make another reblog) when I work on it again o7

write a oneshot with me!

Welcome to the "WIP With Me" post where i tell you in excruciating detail how i write a oneshot fanfiction. We're going step by step here, starting with setting up my document.

I'm using Ellipsus here, because google docs made a (minor) change i am (unfortunately) very upset about (my outline used to look good :< )

I usually have sections i can click to for my outline/braindump area, and "ao3 stuffs" (tags, summary, authors notes, etc.)

As you can see, im not entirely sure what i want to write yet! Right now i want to write a Percy Jackson and the Olympians (or Heroes of Olympus) fanfic, but it very well may end up being more... minecraft youtube -esque. Or witcher.

Now, I'm thinking i want to write a Nico Di Angelo/Will Solace fic, specifically "three days in the infirmary", because i love it and you can never do it too many times, but! I am also thinking doing a Percy/Jason bromance fic might be fun? I started a ficlet yesterday about them, and i think it's an interesting concept, though it would be messy to tag.

I write down my notes and ideas with bullet points or a checklist, sometimes in a physical notebook, but this time i did it in a "draft" (connected doc that i could merge with ellipsus, but won't)

as you can see, i fleshed the concepts out some, very very messily. Yes, the messiness is crucial to the process. this is very likely not going to reflect the final product. you've been warned.

(also, i am just updating this as i go, i am actually at this step in the process as i type it)

OKAY AFTER A BREAK I AM BACK and i think that the "3 days in the infirmary but Percy POV" will be the most fun for me, because obliviousness <3

So now it's time to brainstorm more, or get a couple of outlines about how i want to structure this fic. Maybe a 5+1 fic, like "five times Percy didn't know what was going on, and one time he realized" or something like that

okay so obviously theres a theme happening here, i just think it would be funny for percy to just... be aware for once? it seems like people write him as an airhead, which he is, but surely thats not all there is to him.

i'm So Tired though, so i will pick this back up later tonight or tomorrow to document the Detailed Outline and (hopefully) Writing process! And then after that is editing :)

#write with me #im so sleepy tired chat #maybe i take this time to practice stream watching? i watch vod maybe?#or craft on vc time...#tough decisions

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vilsoo · 3 years ago

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prize counter girl ☆ prologue

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

chapter warnings. masturbating to pornography, slight overstimulation.

notes. tysm to everyone who’s supporting this series especially outside of tumblr! i didn’t expect this to blow up ngl 😅 i hope all michael afton stans enjoy this filthy series. i will be making a taglist soon so follow me for updates !!

pcg materlist • chapter one

Michael Afton felt the need to jerk off.

Working at the pizzeria has brought him to a state of despair and stress, constantly beaten down physically and mentally. He longed for a distraction, some sort of sweet escape from all the torment he's been put through.

The long Mondays to Fridays were a hustle for him. It even started to affect his health and his habits, but it was nothing too serious. Since his past job made him work the whole nightshift, he lost all hours of his precious bedtime. Now he sleeps during the day and stays awake every night.

He was in bed chilling on his laptop, one hand on the mousepad while the other was slowly palming his cock through his sweatpants. It's been awhile since he's had an orgasm, and an orgasm was exactly what he needed right now.

Michael reaches over for the lotion on his nightstand and sighs. This was no longer a guilty pleasure for him, but rather a stress relief. It was needed. He deserved an orgasm— hell, maybe even more than one.

He then switches to private browser mode before he types in his go-to porn site. Immediately immersed with arousal at the hot porno thumbnails on the screen, his dick jolted in his sweats as he slips it out.He wondered what category to watch for tonight. Milf porn? Hardcore porn? Gay porn? Threesome porn? BDSM porn? Michael was already familiar with these categories, jacked off to them multiple times in the past. Perhaps it was time for a new category; something he was tempted to masturbate to before but never found the time.

Webcam porn. Camgirls. Watching a real livestream of a woman masturbating.

Already impatient, he hovers over the sidebar where the category list drops down. Livestreams, he noticed, clicking away and scrolling for a promising video. Usually he's not that picky with porn, but tonight he felt rather rapacious for something that would make him finish fast. The way the girl moans. The way the girl masturbates. The way her body reacts when she cums.

Ugh. Fuck it. Let's just go with this one, he exasperated in his head.

From the thumbnail, the livestream he clicked on looked somewhat promising to him. The first thing he sees is a girl squatting with her legs spread open, half of her face cropped off revealing her lips. She was naked, her body and physique so stunning especially with those white stockings. The views ranged from 2,000-5,000, followed by her chatroom being flooded endlessly with money, gifts, and praising comments.

Michael noticed a collar around her neck that was tied to something off camera; it was as if she was bounding herself with it. The way her neck tilted, the collar choking her so ardently in that helpless position it made his cock harder. The tip of her glass dildo was sitting on her tongue, lubricating it. Tonight will be his first to ever see a girl masturbating with a dildo live, already feeling taut electricity in his pelvis.

". . . Let me make you feel good," the girl faintly mutters. "Watch me play with myself just the way you like it."

Her velvety voice. The dirty talk. The fucking encouragement. It set the mood so well that Michael felt as if he was possessed, his arousal pounding harder than ever when he watched her slide that pretty dildo in. The lighting of her sunset lamp gleaming right on her skin and the layers of her sweet, wet pussy looked like coveted glowing treasure to him. In other words, an art piece, so visually appealing that he fisted his cock faster.

She started to circle her hips as she thrusted, her mouth agape and head thrown back. The more Michael heard her shattering moans, followed by the sweet, lewd sounds of her pussy, the more he pulsed as he fisted harder and rougher. The girl was so gorgeous to him and he hasn't even seen her entire face. She was playing with herself just the way he likes it.

"Fuck baby, it's so good. It's so fucking good. . . Look at me. Are you proud of me, baby? You like the way I take it? Oh, I'll be a good girl for you and cum. . ."

Michael was nearing his orgasm, just like the girl on the livestream. Desperately, he bucked his hips up and started fucking into his fist, throwing his head back. His soft groans grow into heavy grunts and gasps, mind clouded with such pleasure and exhilaration. He matched the pace of his stroking to the girl's pace. He imagined that he was the one fucking her, taking his cock and using him the way she wants.

"Fuck. . . Fuck, baby. I'm so close. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, the most beautiful scream that felt so real to Michael. She was enjoying herself, maybe too much, that it wouldn't be considered as a fake orgasm. Her thighs slightly trembled. Her pace kept staggering. Her arousal mounted higher when the collar choked her harder. And God, her moans were so addicting to listen to.

Miraculously, he came the same time as she did.

As Michael's body climbed down from the passion, he looked at the mess he made. His load was all over the blanket, the keyboard, and tiny splatters of it went on the screen. But was it worth it to achieve an orgasm that amazing? Absolutely. Never in his life did he finish that fast and that messy because of a camgirl this gorgeous. With his stress and exhaustion faded away, an entirely different feeling enticed him.

Curiosity.

He glanced at the screen again. The girl was sweet-talking to her viewers, giggling with the most attractive smile he's ever seen. The way she spoke was so eloquent and blissful. She had a little softness in her voice as well, playing coy but knows exactly what to say. Michael felt the urge to click on her profile and see what she's all about.

She's a new one.

The date she created the profile was four months ago and she already has 12,000+ subscribers. Her free-to-view videos all had the same camera angle; her face was always cropped off except for her pretty lips. There were only eight public videos she had, and one of them reached a million views.

God, if only he could see just a tiny peak of her entire face. If only he could meet her in person and hear her voice all day. If only he could have a taste, just one taste, of her lovely pussy while riding his face.

Oh, the things he'd do to her if he ever got the chance to fuck her.

Michael was starting to grow addicted. He had no idea what it was about this girl that got him so whipped, but it was definitely something. The feelings he has when he sees her is like fond admiration, transcending into contentment that soothed him. He has never felt this satisfied ever since the tragic years of his youth.

"Want to see my whole face? Want to chat with me? Subscribe now and pay for my premium content!"

Michael stared blankly at the bio. Then he averted his gaze to the wardrobe where his wallet was. If he ever in his life thought about paying subscription on a pornsite, it would definitely be for her only.

Next thing he knew, he binge-watched all of her content in one night.

#( ♥︎ ) — prize counter girl.#michael afton fic #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #michael afton smut #michael afton simp #fnaf smut #fnaf fanfic #michael afton fanfic

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drakenology · 4 years ago

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Their s/o has a fat ass (feat. Midoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki)

warnings: slight smut..?, mentions of sexual activity, fluff!, fem!reader, some blurbs cause I talk too fuckin much anddd swearing.

author’s note: shout out to all my big booty bitches! Just a reminder! I am new to writing on tumblr so if I do anything wrong please let me know and don’t hesitate to give me pointers and tips. also i am taking asks and requests so please don’t be shy, i wanna make friends 🥺. also enjoy!

Bakugo

the ass man of all ass men, duh

would smack it at any point, just to watch it jiggle.

he thinks it’s sooo fucking soft, especially feeling it smack against him when he fucks you from behind, watching it bounce 🥴 (prefers you that way)

would wanna spank you all the time and definitely would want you to walk around the house without any pants on cause he lovesss watching you walk around.

would make you walk in front of him so he can watch it jiggle around as you walk

he’s just obsessed with your big ol booty 🍑

has absolutely no fucking shame

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, ahh, summer! Bakugo’s favorite season; not because of the weather, but because he gets to see you in short shorts. He loved looking at your ass peek out slightly at the hem of your shorts, the sight was tantalizing. Today, you two were going on a road trip with Izuku and Uraraka for a cute lil double date (your idea, not Bakugo’s). While getting ready, you jump into a pair of shorts and a tank top since it’s absolutely scorching outside much to Bakugo’s delight. As you’re getting all your supplies together for a beach day, you feel a stern smack on your ass as you bend down to grab some towels. You yelp and turn around to see Bakugo standing right behind you, staring at you with lustful eyes.

“Damn, you have such a nice ass. Why don’t we skip this stupid trip and fuck around at little, huh?” He said, pulling your shorts down to get a good look at your bare ass. You blush a furious red as you swat his hands away.

“Stop it Ka-chan! We’re already late.” You squeak, pulling your shorts back up over your ass. Katsuki sighs deeply as he helped you get everything else together.

“This isn’t over, y/n. Sooner or later, you’re gonna be bent over. That ass is mine.” Katsuki said in your ear, sneaking another squeeze on your ass.

Midoriya

ugh my sweet baby boy 🥺

ok so, he loves your ass. but he’s a lil shy ya know?

Stares a lot. Doesn’t touch in public tho.

feels a little guilty about oogling at your ass, even though the poor guy can’t help it. it’s so juicy!

but indoors??? BABY

he’s smaking that ass all over the house!

standing behind you as you bend over to reach stuff, grinding up against you.

he nasty. 👀

he won’t say it to anyone else; because you’re his and he doesn’t want anyone even fuckin fantasizing about you, but he loves your booty. gah damn..

Izuku had been away visiting All Might to catch up with him, ya know, gushing about you and his hero work and how much he’s grateful to him. So when he came home to you cleaning your shared home in nothing but a cute little tee shirt and some slippers, nothing covering your lower half except some plain black panties, he was floored. He saw you dancing around, your air pods blasting your favorite song as you swayed your hips to the beat. Izuku started to blush, watching your every move as you danced and cleaned the living space. You hadn’t even noticed him standing there watching you as you vaccumed the carpet. Suddenly you notice it had been turned off somehow. Turning your head you see Midoriya, holding the cord to the vacuum in his hand, as he unplugged it to get your attention.

“Izuku, wh-“ you questioned, interrupted by Midoriya’s strong hands pulling you towards him, kissing you feverishly. You feel him grab and caress you, hands stopping at his favorite part of your body. He gave it a hard slap, leaving a pleasurable sting as he pulled away from the kiss.

“Y/N, you have no idea how badly I want you right now. You don’t know what you do to me.” He said, lifting you up using the strength of One for All. He rushes to your shared bedroom, telling you how he’s gonna fuck you all night, and went on and on about how sexy you are.

“I love you so much Y/N, you’re so perfect.” He said gently laying you on the bed, the last gentle thing he did for you that night.

Let’s just say... yall need a new bed frame.

Todoroki

Ahhh!!! My other baby. Ugh I love him.

Todo is a little similar to Midoriya in the sense that he’ll feel guilty about oogling at your body in public.

But he’ll get over it once he reminds himself that you belong to him, as well as dat ass. So he looks as he pleases.

Would WORSHIP that thang, ok??

Would pick out cute little outfits that accentuate your lovely curves.

Would sock the fuck outta anybody who even glanced at you while he was around.

that’s HIS ass, dammit.

You come home from a long night of serving as a combat paramedic because of your healing quirk, and your uncanny ability to defend yourself and others in combat. You were a legend; saving lives and fucking villians up was your specialty. Sighing, you practically kick off your shoes and plop down on your couch, laying down on your stomach. Shoto was sitting in the love seat across from the couch you were laying on, listening to you whine about your day and how sore you are.

“Want a massage, love?” Shoto asked, soaking in the sight of you in your hero costume; a form fitting black catsuit adorned with a utility belt that sat perfectly on your hips and red medic crosses all over the garment in a pattern. He didn’t mean to stare at your body as you were talking to him about your night but he simply couldn’t help himself. Your hero costume fit your body so snug he couldn’t help but to imagine what’s underneath (even tho he already knows). You nodded weakly, head buried into the throw pillows on the couch as you asked about his day. He ignored your questions, standing up from his seat to walk towards you. He was very eager to feel up on you (especially on dat ass). Todo crouched over your body, sternly massaging your tight back. He was weirdly good at massages. You moan as you feel your body relax, the sound turning Shoto on immensely. His hands start to travel down your back, gripping your ass with both hands as he bounced and jiggled the cheeks around. You feel yourself get a little wet when you feel him unzip the back of your hero costume to reveal your bare back.

“I’m sorry, baby.. you just look so sexy in your costume.” Todoroki admits with a red tint on his cheeks. You giggle as he kissed down your back, giving your voluptuous ass a firm smack.

“I know what could help you relax, pretty girl.” He smirks, standing up on his feet. He reached his hand out to you to grab it so he could help you off the couch. You grab his hand and stand in front of him, kissing him sweetly.

“Meet you in the bedroom, Todo.” You said, winking at him. You turn and walk away, swaying your hips a little extra on purpose. Shoto chased behind you lifting you up and throwing you onto his shoulder, slapping your ass along the way to your room as yours and his laughter filled the halls.

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* Your eyes open, and your hand flies to your throat

* You’re thirsty

* You sigh as you sit up in your bed a little annoyed, you were having such a good dream too

* Only when you look to your night stand to grab your blood bottle, past it you see Edward sitting in your desk chair

* “What are you doing?” Your voice is gravely, and you don’t wait for a response before uncapping your bottle and taking a sip

* Edward fidgets, his hands tugging with the sleeves of his shirt

* “I like watching you sleep” he admits with a shrug and a boyish quirk of the lips.

* Of course the dork likes watching you pretend to sleep

* Somethings haven’t changed from the books at least

* Maybe he’s part owl or something

* “Ugh, it’s already Sunday where does the weekend go?” You mumble, it’s around 3 am right now

* To be fair you know half your Saturday went in self loathing in a tree, and the other half spent with your entire coven congratulating you and Edward on your new relationship

* “I call (Y/N) as my sibling the next time we move!” Emmett grins

* “That’s not fair, I was going to make them my sibling.” Jasper pouts

* “You already have Rosalie don’t get greedy”

* And then they all basically tried to plan out your wedding.

* So the pressure is on

* At least you still have all Sunday before you have to face everyone at school though. You haven’t even tried to look at your phone

* “Edward,” he perks up at the sound of your voice “were they really thinking vile thoughts about me?”

* His eyebrows thread together, head tilting to the side

* “Mike and Conner, you said they were thinking vile thoughts when you...came to get me.”

* It’s been bothering you for some time, Conner you can understand, but Mike?

* You feel....betrayed

* Edward averts his eyes, you’re half hoping he was lying to you and that he was just upset you were kissing other people

* “Were they thinking of r*ping me?” The second the words fall out of your lips he scampers closer, the chair screeching behind him.

* “No! No of course not-at least I don’t think so-“ His hand cups your face, the other cards through your hair. He sits on the edge of your bed carefully

* “They were thinking of taking you...”

* oh well that’s no so bad.

* “At the same time”

* So that’s a little worse

* “So they were thinking about a threesome?” Edward winces at the word but nods

* You let out a sigh of relief, a threesome is still kinda sketchy but that’s just normal teenage boy brain for you

* “At the time I didn’t appreciate their...vivid thoughts but” he looks into your eyes, like two pools of gold. “Maybe you wanted that.”

* He had acted instinctively upon seeing their thoughts, but in reality he wasn’t much better

* He had imagined that same needy expression on your face dozens of times

* Maybe... you might have enjoyed an experience like that. After all two lovers are better than one

* He’s stuck in his own self loathing until he hears you laugh.

* You’re actually laughing at him!

* He’s worried that you missed out on a vital human experience and you’re laughing!

* The nerve

* And yet, he feels his heart flutters when he see’s you smile at him

* “No, I’m good.” You laugh, and he feels himself let out a sigh of relief.

* “What about Jessica? Does she hate me now” Edward shakes his head

* “I think she might have a bit of a crush on you now.” He grins at your confused expression

* Well that’s unexpected

* You know you can’t really sleep but you feel exhausted, completely emotionally drained

* You snuggle back into the covers And pat the space on the bed beside you

* “Sleep with me?”

* Your face feels uncomfortably hot when you realize what you just said. “I just meant like-dream with me-not um no-“

* “I know what you meant” Edward says with a small smile

* He lies down on the other end of the bed, at least five feet away from you

* “You can come closer, you’re my boyfriend now, boyfriend privileges”

* Boyfriend

* He’s always thought the word was garish.

* A boy who was your special friend, how idiotic. But hearing the word tumble from your lips makes him unbelievably happy

* “What are boyfriend privileges?” He repeats carefully. Shifting so he is lying beside you

* “Normal couple stuff I guess, kissing, hugging, public affection-“

* and sex stuff

* “So I get to be as greedy with you as I want?”

* You feel your face grow warm at the thought of Edward being as greedy with your body as he wants

* The way his hands would feel as they ghost over your body, his sweet rosemary and argon scent filling the air

* You can’t manage to get out words so you just nod, and he grins

* “Let’s go out tomorrow”

* To like a hotel or?

* “We can go to the aquarium in Seattle, I think it’s supposed to rain so something indoors would be good.”

* Oh like greedy with your time

* That seems more on brand for Edward tbh

* “The aquarium sounds nice”

* You curl into his chest, breathing in his scent deeply. He feels warm, not as warm as a human, but soothing in its own right. A gentle warmth, like the warmth from a candle

* You feel so safe here with him. You feel yourself drift off into sleep, and Edward’s arms tentatively wrap around you

* Your weight is pressed against him, and he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have you pressed against him even more

* Your hands clawing at his chest as you plead

* “Great now I’m the one having vile thoughts” he murmurs to himself

* You both sneak out early in the morning, while all your other coven members are still preoccupied

* “Grab a couple blood bags and I’ll get some tumblrs” you nod, shoving it all quickly in his nike backpack, and you both practically jog to your jeep.

* The drive feels a lot shorter than you remember, it’s only 10 when you get there.

* You sigh as you get out, you’re wearing faded blue jeans and a black coat that cinches at the waist

* Edward is dressed in a similar fashion, faded blue jeans, white shirt and a leather jacket

* Both of you wearing sunglasses

* You don’t miss the looks you get as you walk across the parking lot. You already get a lot of attention as is with the hot pink Barbie jeep

* But you and Edward together look like something straight out of a magazine catalog

* “Did you already buy tickets?” You ask, your arm linking through his.

* “Yeah, we just have to pick them up at the box”

* It’s actually pretty busy, it is a weekend day though so it’s to be expected

* “(Y/N)?” You turn to the voice and feel like the wind got knocked out of you

* “Jessica, Bella...” and there’s someone else with them, brown skin and long dark hair.

* Well he’s kinda hot, for a human that is

* “What are you doing here?”

* They’re like the weirdest group for a Sunday hang out

* “My Dad had some tickets, he was going to come with my mom but I guess they got in a fight or something.”

* You get the feeling that there’s more to it than that, but you’re just happy she’s talking to you after you kissed her without consent

* “Oh um , this is Jacob we’ve been friends since we were kids.”

* So this is Jacob, he looks older for his age.

* “Hey Jacob nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you extend your hand and you see him stiffen for a second

* Yeah that sounds about right. All humans get afraid when they first me et you, you are technically their natural predator after all. He seems to get over it and grasps your hand

* “Hey, nice to meet you”

* “Do you go to school with us?”

*You know he doesn’t, but you’ve found it best to pretend in this situation.

* You glance at Edward who hiding a twitching smile, looks like he heard something interesting

* “No I go to school on the res, I’m a sophomore.”

* Oh a sophomore, younger man is more her speed huh? And they’ve been friends for years, he’s to her what Edward is to you

* You ship it

* “Do you guys want to join us?”

* You can feel Edward’s eyes piercing you in the back. Yeah you know this is a date, and he probably wants some quality time with you or whatever-

* But it’s not like you’re f*cking after or anything

* And honestly you kinda wanna see how this whole Bella-Jacob ship plays out

* “Well I don’t-“ Bella starts

* “We’d love to!” Jessica interrupts, and then taking a nervous glance at Edward she adds:

* “That is if you don’t mind?”

* Queue everyone looking at Edward. He looks at you, a small pout bowing onto your lips and let’s out a deep sigh

* “No of course not, I’ll get the tickets and meet you at the gate.” He says with a resigned smile

* He leans down, catching your lips in his. You know you don’t have a beating heart, but you feel it stutter when he pulls away and smiles at you

* “See you in a bit daring” and then he walks towards the empty “reserved pass” line

* Darling?

* DARLING???

* (Y/N).Exe is broken

* And you would stay broken if Jessica and Bella didn’t each grab a shoulder and shake you.

* “Oh my god what was that?!?!” Jessica shrieks

* “Are you guys like...dating now?” Bella grins

* “Yeah, I guess we are?” The human part of you understands that you’ve just agreed you feel the same, and that you have just started a relationship

* But the vampire part of you, the primal part, knows it’s so much more than that

* He’s your mate

* And saving any major changes, he is yours for as long the universe will permit

* “Wait are you guys on a date right now?” Jessica asks, and it pulls you right out of your thoughts

* She’s worried she’s intruding

* “No-I mean maybe? Honestly we both just wanted an excuse to get out of the house.” You sigh

* “Are the rest of the Cullen’s not taking it well?”

* You do live together, and you’re at that age. Sure Emmett and Rosalie and together, but that seems to be under more transparent circumstances

* So imagine her surprise when you card your fingers through your hair

* “No they’re taking it too well!”

* Last night you basically rotated between coven members as they all told you how happy they were you were with Edward now

* “Honestly I thought the nerd would never find the nerve” Emmett confided in you

* “Eleazer you’ll never guess what happened....we’re going to be brothers!” You had heard Carlisle tell Eleazer over the phone before breaking down into tears

* “Carlisle stop crying, the venom is going to make a hole in the floor.” Esme shouted before turning her attention back to you

* “So what colors do you like (Y/N)? I’m partial to gold and white myself-“ she said pointing the color combination examples in her wedding book

* They were driving you crazy.

* “Carlisle keeps rotating between smiling and crying because ‘two kids are leaving the house’ and Tanya called to give me the most smug speech about it- I just need a break.”

* You sigh

* “Wait-did all of this happen after the party?” Bella asks with a smile creeping onto her face

* Before you can answer though, you see Edward walking towards you

* “We’ll talk about this later” Jessica whispers, not that it matters, going on the smirk on Edward’s lips he already heard everything

* “So Tanya called you huh?” He whispers in your ear when the others move ahead

* His breath fanning against your ear causes your stomach to flip. You’ve been around him so long, you almost started to forget how hot he was.

* “Yeah, she’s basically hoping I crush your heart so she can get revenge.”

* You’re mostly joking, but given past history, you know she wouldn’t mind if that’s how things turned out anyway

* “That’s fair.” He looks almost sad. What the hell happened between them to make him like this?

* You want to ask, but you feel like now isn’t the best time. Not when Jessica and Bella are a mere five feet away arguing about whether to see the jellyfish or penguins first

* So you do the only thing you can: You reach out and hold his hand, squeezing it slightly. Edward doesn’t say anything, he just squeezes back

* It’s a pretty nice day, Bella’s dad bought her a digital camera so you take a bunch of cheesy pictures around the aquarium

* “Oh try to get one like a shark is eating us! Like I’m in Jaws!”

* “You know they’re an endangered species and that stupid movie doesn’t help right?”

* “There is no ethical consumption under capitalism Bella”

* Edward just makes a pained expression as he holds up the camera. All he wanted to do was go on a date with his significant other

* “Girls am I right?” Jacob asks, extending his bag of popcorn

* For a second you think Edward might hate him, but instead a smile arch’s onto his face

* “You have no idea.” He smiles, taking a few kernels.

* Aw, it’s Edward’s first human friend 💖

* You kinda wish you were the one with a camera now, or at least a smart phone

* Instead you settle for a grainy picture on your flip phone. They both look at you like confused puppy's when the shutter clicks

* “Aw that’s a cute one” Jessica coo’s

* “You even got a shark in the back” Bella says pointing to a blurry gray blob in the background

* It’s a good day

* You’re almost sad when you have to part at the end

* “You sure you guys don’t want to come with us? Jessica’s dad is letting us have his reservation at the revolving restaurant in the space needle”

* You and Edward exchange a look

* “Nah it’s fine, I’m pretty sure Esme is wondering when we’re coming home”

* “She’ll be pissed if we eat there without here.” You add for good measure

* “Well alright we’ll see you at school tomorrow” Jessica says with a wave, and you smile

* “See you tomorrow”

* Looks like things are back to normal

* Edward drives on the way back

* You hold the plush sea turtle close to your chest as you watch him

* He really is handsome, chiseled cheekbones and full rosy lips. To add he has that mane of auburn hair, and that irresistible splatter of freckles across his nose

* The prettiest boy you’ve ever seen

* “I can feel you staring” he says with a smile twitching onto his lips. Oh god you want to kiss that stupid smile right off his mouth

* “What went wrong with you and Tanya?”

* Way to kill the vibe

* “I’m sure Tanya told you all about it.” He shrugs. There’s that sad look again

* “I want to hear about it from you though”

* And Edward might have denied you if your hand hadn’t found his, resting on top of it

* He grins

* You don’t play fair, do you?

* He sighs, squeezing your hand while keeping his eyes on the road

* “I just...didn’t like the way she thought about me”

* “Like you were a piece of meat?”

* He laughs

* “Like I was some charity case besides-“ he stops abruptly, looking at you before swallowing hard. “Never mind”

* “No tell me!” You lean forward cradling your hand intertwined with his against your chest and he chuckles, you really don’t play fair

* “ I didn’t-I don’t feel attraction to people unless-“

* He looks into your eyes, and you feel his fingers squirm against yours

* “Unless we’re friends first”

* Oh, he’s asexual.

*Or demisexual.

* Somewhere on the spectrum for sure

* Is he coming out to you right now?

* You give his hand a squeeze

* “I get that.”

* You want to smack yourself.

* The boy you love just came out to you about his sexuality and all you can say is ‘I get that’

* You feel so useless

* But Edward doesn’t let you feel useless for too long, he squeezes back looking at you with such warm eyes

* And again you can’t help but think that even though his heart doesn’t beat anymore, he looks so human

* He’s just pulled into the driveway at the house, the car parked. He’s about to say something when you cut him off, tugging him closer to you and placing your lips on his

* If he’s surprised he doesn’t show it, placing his free hand on your shoulder and leaning a bit closer to you

* He’s so careful and gentle...and dazzling

* He’s barely touching you but you can feel yourself seeing stars

* That thing he does with his tongue-it’s indescribable

* Are you sure he’s a virgin?!?

* You can’t help the sigh that passes your lips when he pulls away. You’re still in a daze when he pulls you into his lap, one leg straddled on each side

* His head is tilted back, an easy smile on his mouth.

* You suddenly feel shy, that look in his eyes should be illegal

* “So-“ you lean back a bit “do you-um-do you have feelings like that for me?”

* He tilts his head to the side in confusion and you gulp

* “Y’know sexually speaking”

* He actually laughs at you

* Right there, when you’re only a handful of inches away from his face

* But you’re not annoyed, instead all you can feel is a rush of affection

* His eyes crinkle at the ends, his pearly white fangs sparkling as he grins. Your hands cup his face as he looks up at you with adoration

* You can imagine the rosy blush that would light his face so clearly, the deep emerald green of his eyes. You’re almost starving for the image you see in your mind to be real

* He pulls you out of the image with a simple touch. His arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer

* “I - like the rest of the entire student population at Forks High School- find you absolutely bewitching”

* The way he says it makes you shiver, and Edward’s hand trails up your back.

*He sits a little straighter, bouncing you slightly in his lap as he does, so you’re looking straight into his eyes

* “I find it hard to believe you don’t know that I have been dying inside everyday watching you walk around in those short shorts you love so much,” he whispers in your ear.

*“That I haven’t been dying to absolutely ravish you .”

* You gulp.

* It’s all you can do when he’s looking at you like that

* If you thought Garrett’s bedroom eyes were intense, then Edward is on an entire different level

* You feel your heart stutter, butterflies erupting in your stomach...and something else

* A certain heat you haven’t felt in a long time

* You’ve never seen him look at anything like that, like he’s hungry-

* Starving even

* His lips brush against your neck, trailing down to your collar bone and you sigh

* He really knows everything about you doesn’t he? All your sweet spots, all your stories, every one of your secrets.

* Your hand trails up his chest, entangling in his hair and a low gasp tumbles from his lips

* And then your phone rings

* You hear him groan, and you shake your head

* “Ignore it” you mumble, your mouth meeting his once more

* And you continue on for a few moments, until his phone rings

*He pulls away from you with a groan

* “Rosalie’s calling me a long list of profanities right now” he mumbles, you sigh pulling away to lean against the steering wheel

* It’s probably for the best, no point in getting too turned on when you knew he was going to say ‘you should wait until marriage’

* Like honestly, he died, and you died, and now you live an alternative lifestyle where literally nothing matters anymore

* But you’ll respect his wishes

* “Guess we should go inside” You sigh, you move to get off of him

* But just as your about to crawl off, he tugs you to face him once more

* His thumb brushes over your cheek, and those deep gold eyes bore at you with that same intensity as before

* He pulls you in for one last kiss, before getting out of the car and closing the door behind him

* “We’ll pick up where we left off later.”

* (Y/N).exe is broken

* You walk to the house slowly, like humans do

* “Are you ready?” He asks, holding out his hand

* You smile, placing your hand in his and nodding

* “Ready”

* So imagine your surprise when you and Edward get inside, hand in hand, to find the entire coven is laughing in the living room.

* From where you’re standing you can only see Carlisle

* “Ah your home! Come, I want you both to meet someone-“

* You move forward but Edward stays rooted to the spot

* Three people come into view, a woman with flaming red hair, a man -no older than 25- with rich mahogany skin, and a dazzling young man with hair the color of the sun.

* “Meet our new friends, Victoria, James and Laurent”

* You turn to look at Edward, his mouth pinched into a frown

* Well F*ck

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cygnetofthesea · 3 years ago

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The Rest of Forever: Elite Fanfiction

This story is dedicated to the wonderful ladies I met through the tumblr Elite chat. You guys are so lovely and have made the experience all the better. I hope this story is a nice reminder of who Guznadia is at heart. <3

He's warm and content, oh so utterly at peace.

It was an unfamiliar sensation and for a moment he was confused, wondering if he had woken up into another dream. But feeling the heat of her body tucked tightly against him, Guzman knows that by some miracle, this was his reality.

His heart fills with this quiet elation, smiling sleepily while pulling Nadia even closer against him, her back pressing against him. He nuzzles against the loose curls until his lips touch the soft skin of her neck. He inhales deeply and is filled with that familiar lavender scent.

He remembers when he first walked into her parents' fruit shop and was hit with a gust of lavender. He smelled it every time he visited and every time he was around Nadia. He had finally asked her about it one day as he held her in his arms. He was still pining and waiting for her to take their friendship to the next level but he reveled in her touch as always, tucking his face into her neck.

"You smell so good. You always smell so good," he said, his voice coming out in a low rasp. He felt her shiver against him, her arms tightening just slightly. "What is it?"

She started to pull away and his grip around her waist tightened to let her know he wasn't ready to let go yet. She complied and simply pulled her head back to look at him with an amused smile.

"It's lavender. When my parents first opened up the shop they were having problems with insects buzzing around the fruits so I went out and planted a bunch of lavenders around the shop and house. They keep the insects away, protecting the fruits."

He beamed down at her, a flash of little Nadia kneeling on the ground, hands muddy with soil as she planted flowers. "How old were you?"

She scrunched her nose thoughtfully. "Hmmm, about six, I think? I was already getting myself dirty, playing outside so I had no problems planting flowers. I felt like they were my children," she admitted with a blush.

Oh god, he thought, watching her cheeks turn a tantalizing rosy color. He wanted to feel the heat beneath her cheek, he wanted to feel it on his skin. His heart raced and before he could stop himself, he let his fingers brush gently, tentatively, against her heat. He wanted to close his eyes and bask in her touch but he was riveted by her dark eyes looking at him. They were so intense, piercing his soul and he felt so exposed to her. He knew what she was seeing, his heart laid out for hers to take, but it didn't make him afraid. He felt powerful every time she looked at him because it was her gaze that was on him. Somehow, some way, he was able to draw her attention to him enough to keep her eyes on him. Somehow this wonderful, beautiful, special girl was sparing her time and energy for him of all people.

He had so desperately wanted to kiss her then, his lips tingling. He had wanted to simultaneously sip on her languidly and devour her hungrily. That was what she did to him. She calmed him like the sun peeking out from behind stormy clouds and made his blood heat like the storm itself.

He had never felt like this in his entire life and he was addicted. He didn’t need drugs when he had Nadia.

Even now as he gripped her sleeping body against him, slowly kissed up her neck, he couldn't believe she was here. He couldn’t believe she was his as much as he was hers

He feels her shift, waking up at last. "Good morning," he mumbles against her.

He sees her smile, her eyes slowly opening to peer over at him. She looks at him sleepily, her hands finding his own resting on her stomach.

"Good morning."

Her voice is rough from sleep and it pulls at his heart. For the umpteenth time, he thinks God, she's so beautiful.

He leans over her as she shifts around to face him and kisses her. He's soft at first, kissing her top lip, then her bottom lip before pulling it with his teeth. He can't help but nibble on the soft fullness, letting himself get lost in the reality that they really are together. Reunited and this time, for good.

"Are you really here?" he asks quietly in between kisses.

She melts against the sheets, pulling him closer atop her. "I should be asking you that," she sighs. "I can't believe you're finally here. With me. In New York."

She kisses him passionately then as though the words woke her up from her own dream. He spreads his hands wide against her bare skin, pressing against the softness.

"Nadia," he breathes, sliding his lips against her jaw, down her neck, pulling her skin as he goes.

Her fingers thread through his short hair as she arches her neck back under his ardent attention. He lifts her higher up on the bed, the headboard knocking against the wall with the movement.

"Guzman—"

A loud bang on the wall pulls them from their bubble and Lu's voice interrupts them, "Oi! I had to listen to you last night and sleep with headphones on, I'm not putting up with it for breakfast."

Guzman knocks on the wall once. "You can always go out for breakfast, you know," he scolds.

Lu shouts back a retort he couldn’t understand nor cared to.

Nadia shrinks further into the bed in embarrassment even though her door was firmly closed and locked. Guzman's ire at the disruption is eclipsed by the affection that washes over him as he looks down at her. She had covered her face shyly but he could see a hint of her smile.

He settles over her comfortably, taking care not to crush her and resting his elbows on either side of her. His hands travel up her forearm to her hands, pulling them from her face and before he can protest, he attacks her face with kisses.

"Guzman," Nadia squeals, trying to dodge his lips as a peel of laughter escapes her.

She twists her body to move her head out of reach but Guzman switches to kissing her neck and shoulders while tickling her sides. Nadia hikes her leg up to wrap around his hip and uses it to leverage herself on top of him. In a surprising twist, Nadia flips Guzman on his back and holds his wrists prisoner.

He looks at her in astonishment, out of breath, before a slow grin spreads across his face. "Well, I can't complain about this turn of events. I don't mind being at your mercy."

He swallows as Nadia leans closer to brush her nose against his. "We'll be at Lu's mercy if we don't behave."

His face crumples in displeasure at that. "That's not where I was hoping this was going."

Nadia shakes her head with a giggle, her soft curls brushing against him and he can't help leaning into them, enjoying their soft brushes against his skin. She releases his wrists to rest firmly over him and his hands immediately reach for her, gliding them softly up and down her back.

“I know, my impatient boy, but as long as I'm— we're —living with Lu, we should be mindful of our roommate, no?"

"Ugh, we really need our own place."

Nadia smiles softly at that, caressing his cheek. "That sounds lovely, but let's wait a little bit. I don't want to leave Lu alone when we haven't even been here a whole year."

"Lu will be fine," he replies. "She's pretty resourceful."

"I know that, but I think she's come to appreciate my presence, maybe even needs it," Nadia frowns. "You know she puts on a good brave face, but underneath it all she's still burdened by what happened. She's still scared of being on her own in this brand new place."

Guzman brushes a lock of Nadia's hair behind her ear, his demeanor softening as he looks at her. He knew she was right and even though he wanted nothing more than to have a home with just Nadia, he wasn't going to take this for granted. If being with Nadia, living with her, and starting a life with her at long last meant Lu was going to be a fixture in their lives for a little while, he'd go along with it happily.

"You're right," he agrees softly. "And you’re possibly too kind and thoughtful than anyone deserves. Especially Lu."

Nadia sits up, pulling Guzman up with her. "Maybe you're right," she shrugs, putting on a maxi dress as Guzman woefully looks on. Much as he wants to stay in bed with Nadia, he knows they have to face the day at some point. "But, it's the right thing to do. And against my better judgement, I feel for her."

Guzman walks over to her, slipping on his boxer briefs as he goes. Instinctively, he zips up her dress before she can ask and pulls her close. She smiles in thanks, looking up at him.

"I love you," he says. "So much."

She leans up to kiss his nose. "I love you."

"So much?"

She giggles, nodding. "So much."

His body relaxes, his heart feeling so full he thinks it just might burst. I love you, I love you, I love you… Every heartbeat is for her and he feels as though he'll never tire of telling her just how much he loves her.

"Now why don't we make the most of this beautiful day together?" she says with excitement, her eyes lighting up. "What do you want to do first? We can pick up breakfast from Pret A Manger and take it to Riverside Park. I go there all the time and I've been dying to show you. It's so beautiful and there's a gorgeous view of the water. And then we can take Citibikes around the area or—oh! We can take the NJ Transit and go to New Jersey if you like." She bites her lower lip thoughtfully and he wants to pull it between his teeth instead but she continues to ramble excitedly. "Actually maybe we'll do the New Jersey trip another time, you haven't even seen New York yet. Maybe we can take the bikes down to Battery Park unless you want to try out the trains—"

He could listen to her excited chatter all day but he was concerned she was going to run out of oxygen soon so he leans in and kisses her just long enough to stun her into silence. He pulls away, smiling in amusement.

"Nadia, it doesn’t matter what we do. We could do it all or none of it today because the important thing is we're here. Together. You and me, we have the rest of our lives to do it all."

Nadia looks up at him, her eyes wide and sparkling. She reaches up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and again, he gets that lovely whiff of lavender from her. He leans into her to inhale more of it, letting it wash over him. Home.

"You're right," she says. "You and me. We have the rest of forever together."

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buckys-other-punk · 4 years ago

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Why There?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Tony suggests a little game for everyone to play after a party. You and Bucky are partnered up and let’s just say things become heated throughout the game.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, cussing and alcohol/drunk-ish people?

Prompt: “Let’s go fuck in that closet.”

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Helloo loves! Starting off the new year with a new smutty fic! This was suppose to be for a writing challenge I joined back in May (holy shit i’ve put this off for way to long..sorry), but the blog who hosted the challenge kinda logged off of tumblr...but I still wanted to write this if they decided to come back (and check it out) and also for you guys of course. This is also very much unedited (like always because im excited to share this) Lemme know if you guys wanna be tagged in future fics and what you think of this fic! Enjoy ;)

**DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BUT I CANT CONTROL YOUR ACTIONS SO THIS FINAL WARNING IS POINTLESS...**

“Fuck, how many drinks have you had?” Sam asked, looking at Bucky.

“Far too many. You think Stark’s gonna stop poisoning us?” he chuckled in reply.

“Guys we should play a game!” Tony slurred excitingly towards all of you.

“Tony, are you drunk?” Steve asked Tony. In response he ignored the captain.

You looked at Natasha who was sitting next to you on the couch. Rolling your eyes you asked the man, “What game should we play Tony?”

“I’m glad you asked my dear sweet Y/N.” he stated as he patted your head gently.

“He’s for sure drunk.” you heard Clint huff under his breath.

“Whoever said that, go suck a dick.” Tony grumbled. “Anyways we should play hide and seek! It would be so fun to play it in this big tower!” he exclaimed.

“Tony, I honestly think you’ve had way too much to drink.” Pepper chuckled at her husband.

“No, I’m fine dear. Seriously guys come on! I’ll make it fair. We can have partners!” Tony explained.

“I call Y/N!” Sam yelled getting up from his seat.

“Dude what the fuck!” Bucky whispered, slapping his shoulder with an angry expression.

“Hey, I wanted to partner with Y/N.” Natasha pouted towards Tony and you.

“Guys, relax I’m sure Tony is the one who will be picking partners. Isn’t that right Tony?” you hesitantly said looking at Stark.

“That’s right Y/N.” Tony replied. “And since Mr. Wilson over here was so eager he’s going to be partnered with Clint.”

“Noo!” Sam and Clint both shouted in astonishment as they looked at Tony.

“Sorry boys. Nat you’re with Steve.” Tony ordered looking at the pair. “I’m with my beautiful wife of course.”

“Yeah, no I’m tired honey. Being the host of an extravagant party was enough.” she said as she kissed Tony’s cheek.

“Good night Pepper.” you said ever so sweetly.

“Thanks. Have fun guys.” she said waving goodbye to everyone and exiting the room.

“Well, I guess I’m with you Banner. I’m assuming you’re playing.” Tony asked, crossing his arms.

“Do I have a choice?” Bruce said in defeat.

“Nope!” Tony said. “And that leaves Y/N and Bucky for the final pair.” he added looking towards the two of you. You were kind of happy to be paired with Bucky, even though you wished to be paired with Natasha, but Bucky will have to do. I mean, you and Bucky have been having an on and off thing every so often, how bad would this be? You looked towards Bucky with a smile which he returned.

“What?! How come Bucky gets to be with Y/N!? I called dibs!” Sam said angrily towards Tony.

“Because I said so.” Tony snapped which made Sam go off in the corner to sulk. “So here are the rules; you can’t ask FRIDAY for help, each pair needs to stay together, if you are found you can’t help the seeker find the others, and this entire floor is up for grabs.” Tony explained.

“Wait, if the entire floor is good to hide, that means we can hide in people’s rooms?” Clint asked with a mischievous smirk.

“Yup, everything is clear. If everyone is ok with that?” Tony asked, looking at everyone.

“Yeah.” “I’m fine with that.” “Ok.” “Sure.”

“Alright, but just in case none touches anybody’s stuff in their rooms. Oh, I also forgot to mention, you can move around if you don’t like your hiding spot.” Tony stated sounding less drunk than before. “So, is everyone ready?” he asked and everyone gave a nod towards the man.

“Ok, Bruce and I will be the seekers. We’ll give everyone 15 minutes to hide. FRIDAY can you announce when the time is up and who gets found when we find people?” he asked the AI.

“Yes, Mr. Stark.” the AI said. “Your 15 minute timer starts now.”

With that everyone grabbed their partners and took off. Clint practically dragged Sam from the corner where he was sulking. Steve picked up Nat and carried her out of the room. Natasha was furiously yelling at Steve to put her down saying she can walk herself. Bucky grabbed your hand and you both ran towards the kitchen.

As the two of you entered the kitchen you both saw Clint try to shove Sam into one of the cabinets underneath the island table. They both felt yours and Bucky’s stares and whipped their heads towards the two of you.

“GET OUT!” Sam yelled as he tried to shimmy into the storage space. Bucky raised his hands in defeat and the two of you exited the kitchen. As you both were leaving you heard Sam yell to Clint, “Dude quit shoving me so hard!” The two of you laughed as you walked down the hallway.

You both passed the living quarters where you briefly saw red hair hiding behind a dresser. You stopped walking to look into the room, which was Clint’s, and saw blue eyes were peeking underneath a bed. “You guys are gonna be found first.” you said to the two.

“Fuck off Y/N. You guys haven’t even hidden yet.” you heard Nat say from behind the dresser.

“There is 5 minutes remaining.” FRIDAY announced.

“Let’s see who gets found first.” Steve said from underneath the bed.

You shook your head and walked towards Bucky. The two of you couldn’t find a perfect spot to hide and time was running out.

“Y/N there.” Bucky said pointing towards the laundry room. You nodded and the two of you quickly entered the room searching for a good place to hide.

“Damn it there’s nowhere good to hide in here!” you huffed out towards the man.

“Aw come on Y/N. What about there?” he said pointing to the supply closet. “Let’s go fuck in that closet.” he said with a smirk.

“What the fuck Bucky!” you quietly yelled. “First off, no. Second, why should we hide there? Isn’t it a little too obvious to hide in a closet?” you replied with your hands on your hips.

“Hey at least I tried.” he said, raising his arms in defense. “Well it may be so obvious that the science bros wouldn’t even look there.” Bucky replied, back arms crossed.

“The 15 minute time is up. Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner is on their way.” the AI announced.

“Ugh, fine we’ll hide in the closet.” you huffed in defeat as you pulled Bucky with you towards the closet. You opened the door, shoved Bucky inside first and got in closing the door behind you. The space felt super small with Bucky’s large frame pressed up behind you. His hands were on your hips and you felt his hot breath on your exposed neck. Fuck why did Tony have to have this idea right after a party? You grumbled to yourself.

“You smell nice, doll.” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“That’s fucking creepy Bucky.” you replied back.

“What, I can’t help it. You look so fucking hot in this dress.” he started as he rubbed his hands along your frame which of course gave you goosebumps.

“Wait, be quiet. I think I hear someone.” you whispered. Bucky became quiet, but his arms wrapped around your front this time and he pulled you even closer to his body. You could feel his bulge pressing against your lower back.

“Nothing here.” you heard Bruce yell.

“Did you check the closet?” Tony asked.

“I don’t think anyone would be hiding in the closet. That’s the most obvious place to hide.” Banner said.

“Alright then.” Stark stated as the two of them exited the laundry room.

He sobered up quickly you said to yourself.

Both you and Bucky huffed out the breath you were holding. You waited a good 5 minutes before opening the closet door and pulling Bucky out. As soon as the two of you got out of that closet you heard FRIDAY announce that Natasha and Steve were found first.

“Knew it.” you whispered with a smirk towards Bucky. “We gotta find somewhere else to hide.” you added.

“Where should we go?” he asked, walking towards the exit of the laundry room, looking out into the hallway to see if the coast was clear.

“Maybe someone’s room. I don’t think that Tony and Bruce would go back there since they already found a pair.” you said shrugging your shoulders.

“Alright, let's go to Sam’s room.” Bucky said. “I’ve always wanted to mess with his stuff.” he added with a smirk.

“Tony said to not mess with the rooms, Buck.” you said as the two of you walked into the hallway towards the room.

“Fuck his rules. I’ve been meaning to mess with Wilson’s stuff for a while, but never got the chance.” he snickered.

“Whatever.” you huffed.

The two of you arrived in Sam’s room without hesitation and Bucky wreaked havoc. He went into the bathroom and messed with all of Sam’s toiletries. Sam’s bed was neatly fixed before the two of you got there, but once Bucky finished messing with his bathroom, he walked towards the bed laying down on it.

“You wanna fuck in his bed?” Bucky said wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“What no.” you quickly said.

“Fine, maybe next time.” winking at you as he stood up from the bed. You rolled your eyes as you looked around the room wondering if Tony and Bruce found Sam and Clint. About 15 minutes passed and you were getting bored. Did Tony and Bruce give up?

“You guys are giving me a headache.” you heard Tony announce through the intercoms. “New rule, if you found a new spot to hide you have to stay there.”

“Ugh, I need this game to be over so i can get out of this dress.” you said as you laid on Sam’s bed.

“I can help with that, doll.” Bucky flirted which again made you roll your eyes. “Come one Y/N. Help me get back at Sam for his prank on me. Let’s fuck on his bed.” he begged at you on his knees. You sat up as an idea formed in your mind, which would help him get his revenge.

“No, I’m not gonna have sex with you in Sam’s bed.” you said and Bucky groaned frustrated looking at the ground. “But,” you started and that made him lift his head up. You leaned forwards towards him so that your face was close to his. “I’ll fuck you in his closet.” you said looking straight into his eyes. You saw his blue eyes turn dark filling with lust.

“You’re serious Y/N? You’re not messing with me right?” he asked quietly staring into your eyes

“I’m dead serious babe.” you said confidently and with that Bucky stood up and lifted you into his arms. As he walked towards the closet his blue eyes were staring into your y/e/c eyes. He looked down to your lips then back up at your eyes. Once Bucky entered the open closet he leaned his head forward and connected his lips with yours.

The kiss was passionate and rough. Bucky closed the door slightly so just enough light could peak through. He pressed you up against the wall as he still held onto you. He deepened the kiss and the two of you moaned as your tongues fought for dominance. Your chest was pressed up against his, arms around his neck holding him close and thighs wrapped around his torso.

You felt one of his hands move from your back to your exposed thigh. He ran his hand from your thigh up to your hip, pushing your black dress along with it. Bucky withdrew his lips from yours and attached them to your neck. Unsatisfied with his thin grey dress shirt, you moved your hands to his chest and began to unbutton the fabric wanting more of him. Just as you finished unbuttoning his shirt you both heard a noise outside the closed space.

Both of you froze in place looking towards the cracked door not wanting to get caught. You heard footsteps walk past the room and a grumble followed by a door shutting. It was probably Steve, tired of Tony’s little game and wanting to sleep the rest of the night. With that the two of you huffed in relief, Bucky looked back to you with his lustful eyes.

“You’re sure you still want to do this?” he asked face inches to yours.

“If we get caught, then whoever catches us will have a great show.” you said smugly.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, doll.” he growled as he took off his shirt completely while still holding onto you.

You followed suit, luckily your dress had no zippers, so you pulled your dress up over your head and kicked off your heels. Bucky pulled back and drooled at the sight of you. You wore a black bralette and lace thong underneath your dress. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled it forward as he pressed his lips on yours once again. Your hands ran up his toned chest to the back of his neck, you used our right hand to slightly pull at his hair which made him moan.

Bucky’s right hand moved from your hip to up your body, stopping at your left breast giving it a light squeeze. Moaning at the sensation you began to grind against his lower half, feeling his dick twitch underneath his dress pants. Bucky pushed the fabric covering your breasts down, his lips removed from yours as he placed hot wet kisses from your jaw down to your chest. Admiring your naked torso he lifted you higher against the wall so he could attach his lips on your hardened nipple as one of his hands began to rub your clit through your lace thong. You moaned, grabbing a fist full of his hair drawing his lips back to yours.

Once your lips were attached Bucky’s, he began to unbuckle his belt and you fumbled unzipping his pants off. He pushed them down along with his boxer briefs to his thighs and his hard dick sprang free form its restraints. It was your turn to now drool at the sight of him. You moved your right hand between your bodies as you grabbed his dick and began stroking it. Bucky moved his hand back to your clothed pussy and moved your lace thong to the side. He gathered the slick juices from your pussy to his mouth, moaning harder at the taste of you and your actions.

“You ready doll?” he asked looking at your eyes and you replied with a yes. He spat in his hand and pumped his dick before slowly inserting into you. The two of you moaned at the sensation as Bucky held you close waiting for you to adjust to his size.

“Move baby.” you whispered in his ear. Bucky slowly pulled out of you and back in.His movements were torturously slow and you wanted more.

“Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner have found Mr. Wilson and Barton.” FRIDAY announced.

Oh thank god you said to yourself. “You better make this fast Barnes.” you breathed out finally getting what you wanted.

“Oh doll, if you want fast I’ll show you fast.” he whispered in your ear. Just like that his hips pulled back almost completely and quickly thrusted back into you. You moaned in Bucky’s ear pulling at his hair with your right hand, scratching his back with the other keeping his body close to yours. His pace changed to an agonizing slow pace making you clench around him.

“Fuck Bucky.” you moaned as your head rested on his shoulder. Bucky then thrusted hard into you again. You screamed, biting his shoulder as your back was pressed harder against the wall.

“Shit doll, you’re taking me so well.” he said as he kissed along your jaw. With each sharp thrust his lips moved closer and closer to yours. Once he felt your clench around his dick he placed his lips on yours swallowing your moans.

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled as they entered his room.

Bucky’s ears perked up and he quickened his pace fucking you harder and harder. You couldn’t control how loud your moans were. You quickly slapped your hand over your mouth, hoping Sam didn’t hear. Your legs began to shake as you felt your climax come near and Bucky felt you clench around his dick. He quickly moved his hand over to your clit rubbing the small bundle of nerves as fast as he could. You both hear footsteps come closer and closer to the closet door.

You and Bucky began panting hard at how close you both were. You felt Bucky’s dick twitch inside of you, which made you clench around him and just as you both were at the peak of your climax the closet door quickly opened revealing Sam. His eyes wide at the sight of you naked pressed up against the wall and Bucky balls deep inside of you. The two of you groaned in each other's mouths as you both came hearing yelling in the background.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Sam yelled again. Covering his eyes at the scene in front of him, his two best friends having sex with one another.

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rosiehunterwolf · 3 years ago

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two halves of a broken whole

Prompts: Scars and Free Space (stealing Post-Fight from the twixt board)

Word Count: 2,191

Characters: Nya and Zane

Timeline: Immediately after season 9

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Needles, Brief Swearing

Summary: The Sons of Garmadon have been defeated. Garmadon is in prison. The city has been saved.

In the aftermath of the battle, Nya is more than ready to take a much-needed break. But the life of a ninja is messy. Recovery is never that simple. Although the wounds may have healed, the scars still remain.

Zane’s scars seem to match up, though. And maybe together, they can begin to heal.

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Nya stumbled through the dark kitchen, searching through the cabinets. She gritted her teeth as pain flared in her arm. Where are those painkillers? Ugh, how does Skylor find anything in here? There’s no system!

She gasped in relief as she finally found the medicine cabinet, but as she reached out to grab a bottle, she bumped her bad arm against the cabinet door. Crying out in pain, she jerked her arm back, and the bottles came tumbling down and clattering loudly to the floor.

“Damn it all,” she groaned, leaning her head against the cabinet. “Stupid, stupid arm, why do you have to be so weak-”

“Nya?”

Nya jumped, hitting her head against the cabinet door. “Ow! Zane, what are you doing here-”

The nindriod crossed the small kitchen in two steps, yanking off the damp towel she had draped across her upper arm, revealing a long, bloody cut stretching across the length of it.

“I knew it,” Zane muttered. “Nya, why would you hide something like this?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I-”

“Not that big of a deal? Nya, this is serious! You need stitches! Next time, say something!”

She winced. “I didn’t want to bother you guys- Lloyd was way more hurt than I was, you guys had your hands full with him.”

“You could’ve gone to Skylor.”

“I wanted to prove I could do it, okay?” Nya snapped. “Skylor was so strong, walking off Garmadon’s power corruption like it was nothing. And she was being so generous, letting us all crash in her house like this- I didn’t want to bother her anymore, but instead, I just ended up bleeding out all over her bathroom floor.”

Zane shot her a sympathetic glance. “Nya, don’t worry about that now. Skylor will understand, and I can clean it up. The only thing we care about is that you are safe. Here, go sit down.” He gestured towards a kitchen chair and headed towards the cabinet. Nya slumped over into the chair, still clutching her arm, and Zane rooted through the medicine bottles, finally pulling out the painkillers and handing her three large pills and a glass of water. She eyed them warily.

“Isn’t this a little much? I mean, it hurts, but not that bad.”

“I still have to give you stitches, remember?”

“Oh. You’re doing that now?” Zane turned away, and Nya took the opportunity to down the pills, using the cheap coffee she had made herself to help her swallow instead of the water Zane had given her. “Nya, if I don’t do this now it will only make the cut worse.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know- ow!” she yelped as Zane rubbed at the wound with a wet, antiseptic-soaked washcloth, the fabric quickly staining red.

“I need to clean it, Nya. This would’ve been much easier if you hadn’t spent so long walking around with an open wound.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“I’m going to go get a needle and thread, I’ll be right back.” Nya sighed, slumping back against the chair. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid. The guys had been through hell recently. The last thing they needed was having to worry about her, too.

“Nya?”

Nya jerked her eyes open, turning her gaze towards Zane. What happened? Did I doze off?

Stupid coffee, not doing its job.

Zane seemed to catch on to this too, and frowned. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“I don’t need sleep, I have this magical liquid called coffee.”

He shot her a stern glance. “Nya.”

“Fine! I don’t remember, okay?” She reached for the paper cup again, but Zane snatched it from her hand.

“You can’t live off of coffee. First of all, it’s horrible for your health, second, it can never replace a full night’s sleep.”

Nya crossed her arms, grumbling. “Hey, at least I’m better than Lloyd. He dumps like five pounds of sugar into his.”

“Yes, well, Lloyd is sleeping. Like you should be.”

“Which is so not fair,” she huffed. “I spent weeks trying to get him to sleep and the second you guys get back, he does it instantly.”

Zane smiled, but his eyes were sad. “Kai’s always kind of had a way with him.”

“I know.” She turned her head, sighing. “I wasn’t trying to sound ungrateful, I’m so glad you’re back, but-” Nya let her hand fall to her side, where it bumped against Zane’s. Gently, she rubbed her fingers across the smooth metal, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, she squeezed Zane’s hand, her breath coming in heavy pants as she closed her eyes.

“Nya?”

Her eyes snapped open. “I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Nya, it’s okay if you’re not fine.”

“I am.”

“I’m sorry we left you as we did.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?” She tugged away from him. Her hands were trembling now- from the coffee? The painkillers? The fear? She didn’t know. “It’s not your fault.”

Zane closed his hands over hers, steadying them. “No, but it still wasn’t fair to you. I’m sorry you had to go through all that.”

“You don’t know,” she whimpered. “You don’t know what it was like. I wanted to give up so bad, and Lloyd-” she closed her eyes, breathing out slowly. “I don’t even know how I got him through it. He was so depressed. I can’t go through that again.” She turned sharply towards Zane, grabbing his hands. “I can’t. You hear me? That can never happen again.”

Zane squeezed her hands back, his eyes sad. “Believe me, Nya, I will do everything in my power to make sure it never does. But we are ninja. Dangerous things are going to happen, and if we spend our whole lives fearing that, we’ll never get through. We need to live life one day at a time. We need to trust in each other.”

“I do trust you!”

“Good.” He placed a hand on her arm, just below the wound. “Then you’ll let me patch you up?”

Nya glanced at the needle and swallowed, looking away. “Just go ahead. Don’t make me watch.”

“We really don’t have the proper numbing medication,” Zane said. “The painkillers will help some, but this is still going to hurt.”

“Believe me, I’m sure the sword going in felt a lot worse.”

Zane pressed his lips together. “Yes, I suppose it did. Ready?”

“Stop asking me if I’m ready and just do it already!” Zane flinched away, and she quickly added, “Sorry. I’m just a little on edge.”

“You’re going to be fine. Just hold still.”

The needle was cold on her skin, and then suddenly it was piercing through her flesh. It took all of Nya’s willpower not to jerk away, and she bit down hard on her lip, forcing back a scream. “Holy shit- Zane!” she broke off in a whine.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’ll be over soon.”

She tried to focus on her breathing as the needle pricked her again and again, Zane’s tugs quick and tight.

“Augh, remind me to visit Kryptarium later and go scream at those assholes for doing this to me.”

“We could’ve gotten you to a proper hospital if you had spoken up earlier. This is your own fault.”

“Oh, yeah, blame the victim. Besides, I hate hospit- aaugh, Zane, are you almost done?”

“Done.” Zane neatly snipped the thread, and Nya slumped over onto the table, grinding her teeth together and clenching her fists.

She felt Zane’s hand on her back. “Are you okay?”

“Gaugh, I will be, but son of a bitch, that hurt!”

“Alright.” Zane’s voice suddenly sounded cross. “It’s over now. That language is no longer necessary.”

“Are you seriously scolding me for swearing right now?” The table muffled her yelp. “I’d like to see how you cope when your arm stings like hell.”

“Nya.”

“You’re impossible!” Sitting up, she told him, “If you’re going to be such a goody-two-shoes, could you at least get me an ice pack?”

Zane got her the ice, and after about half an hour, the pain had finally dulled to something she could sleep through.

Exhausted as she was, though, she wasn’t done yet.

“Come see me in the morning,” Zane was saying, cleaning up the last of the bottles and putting them back in Skylor’s medicine cabinet. “It should be fine, but I want to check just to be sure. And try not to sleep on that side. I don’t want the stitches coming out during the night.” As he turned to walk out of the room, Nya grabbed his wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He blinked. “To bed? Like any sensible person should be at this hour?”

“Not so fast, now it’s your turn.”

“My turn?”

“You patched me up,” Nya told him as she turned and rustled through Skylor’s junk drawer. “It’s only fair that I return the favor.” She pulled out a few screwdrivers, some scrap metal, and- score, a circuit board. And in pristine condition, too! Skylor always had the best stuff lying around. When you could find it, that is.

“But Nya, I’m not injured!”

She put a hand on her hip, glancing him up and down. Scratches and dents littered the ice ninja’s skin, and if she knew Zane, that was usually an allusion to something bigger going on.

“Oh please, the four of you came back a mess.” She walked around him, inspecting him. “Don’t tell me you came out of that whole ordeal unscathed. And I didn’t see anyone check you over today. Aha-” leaning forward, she rapped her knuckles against a spot on his back, near the shoulder, and the panel shuddered beneath her touch. “I knew it. This section isn’t sturdy. Take off your shirt so I can get to it better.”

“Nya, I am a nindroid, injury is inconsequential-”

“I said, take off your shirt! Or are you going to make me do it for you?”

Zane sighed, pulling off his pajama top so that Nya could see the damaged area better. The panel appeared cracked and loose, so, gently, she pried it off, revealing several frayed and broken wires. Part of the exposed circuits were fried.

“And you were telling me off for hiding my injuries?”

“It’s hardly the same. Human bodies cannot withstand the amount of force that a nindroid’s can. Plus, you are susceptible to infection.”

“Zane, I don’t care!” She got to work snipping at the wires and pulling some of the damaged parts out. “You’re still one of us. Just because you can take this sort of damage doesn’t mean you should!”

“I know. I was just worried about the others.”

“Well, it’s about time you thought of yourself for once. You can’t properly care for us if you’re not functioning at full capacity, anyway.” Sticking the tweezers between her teeth, she readjusted the wires and got to work on the circuits.

“I… I don’t like asking for help.”

Nya’s fingers paused.

“‘E ei’er.” The tweezers muffled her words, but Zane got her point clear enough.

“Sometimes we do need help, though. We are part of a team for a reason, after all.”

Nya removed the tweezers and wiped her grease-stained hands on a towel. “You’re forgetting that I was Samurai X before I was a ninja. I didn’t need any help then.”

“I didn’t forget, I just remembered the important parts. We were still there for you afterward, even on your solo missions.”

Nya was quiet for a moment. “Maybe that was why it was so hard with you gone. It was like a piece of me was missing. I couldn’t fully uphold the Resistance without you guys there to help.”

Zane’s fingers skirted across his heart. “I don’t know how we went on, with part of our souls realms away.”

Nya put a hand over his. “But we’re here now.”

“But you weren’t. We have all the pieces again, but they feel… broken.”

“Hey.” Nya pressed the metal against the gap in his back, using the screwdriver to secure it into place. She leaned back, admiring her work. Good as new. “I fixed you, didn’t I? Nothing will stay broken forever.”

“I can fix a car,” Zane sighed. “Or the Bounty, or the oven, or myself. But I have no idea how one goes about putting pieces of a broken heart back together.”

Nya sat down next to him. Their eyes met- stunning, electrifying blue against deep, gentle brown. “Neither do I. But maybe… we can figure it out.” She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Together.”

“Together is good,” Zane agreed, putting his arm around her. “I think I like it a lot better than being alone.”

Sitting there, on the hard wooden chair, raw stitches in her shoulder, with Zane’s hard metal arms wrapped around her, she couldn’t have been in a more uncomfortable position. Yet Nya felt more at ease than she had in weeks.

For the first time since the guys had gone to the First Realm, Nya’s sleep was peaceful and uninterrupted.

#ninjago #ninbingo #my fic #rosie writes #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #i love love loved writing these two #their dynamic is so fun #and they're actually very similar #so it's fun seeing them discover those connections together #thanks for reading!#reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 16: After Shards

There is much stuff i want to say about this update, but not enough space. So I decided to make an author Notes close to the end.

For now I wanna thank everyone who was patient, understanding and welcoming me. Many of you probably forgot this existed, some stopped around to ask how I was doing, and i'm thankful for it.

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Chapter 16: After Remembrance

"So let me see if I got it…" Janna said crossing her legs on Marco's bed, he tried not to get annoyed on her dirty sneakers on his sheets given he was asking a favor to her "You want me to perform some kind of witchery-"

"Enchantment." Marco corrected.

"Whatever, you want me to try to make magic in a world that has become void of it to recover your girl?"

Marco shifted on his computer chair replying with an awkward "Yes?"

His childhood friend frowned a bit in deep thought, "Don't get me wrong Marco, but how in the hell am I supposed to do that?!" resting a bit back on his bed she continued "you said yourself that when she left it also erased not only her existence but every trace of magic here, including my own magic as you say. How would I be able to use magic if there's none around or in me?"

"You see, here is the catch. I don't think you're completely void of it."

Janna exchanged looks with his dog before both of them looked back at him as if they were reconsidering the option of calling the hospital to take him in.

"OK, let me explain." He took a breath, "When Star had come to this dimension, we had no idea that magic truly existed. In fact, there is- or at least had by then, a bunch of magic creatures living among us and we had no idea because we were used to our routines and livelihood. But Star had to adapt and she had to question and understand everything and while she had to discover and learn, she ended up showing and doing the same for us."

Janna rested her chin on her hand in a tedious position "Your point being?"

"My point is that there was magic here before Star came along. Magic that was from here, from Earth. Like, very low and not much, but once was enough to connect our worlds and dimensions, then we can do it again."

"That… kinda makes sense." She agreed with a nod "But if she blocked the other side it would still be impossible."

"She might have blocked the way directly to Mewni and other dimensions I knew the way over. But it's impossible for her to have blocked all dimensions back and forth."

"So what? Your plan is to go aimlessly into a random dimension and find a way over into another until you jump onto Minnie?"

"Mewni, and yes. I will get the right way eventually. I know I will." Marco said determinedly, "I had to hunt down the entity that was responsible for creating the material for transportation through the dimensions and I did it. If I was able to do that by then, nothing will stop me from reaching out for Star. And I know for a fact, there's a place that connects all dimensions."

A place that once almost got destroyed by desperation and naiveness, by that's another story and a detail he didn't need to disclose right now.

"Except the fact I can't use magic." Janna reminded him.

"Not really, that's what I am trying to say. Star might have cut or blocked the magic traces that were unnatural from here, but she can't get rid of what is natural."

"Uh…" Janna squinted her eyes, having trouble understanding "I kinda get your point, but not what you aim at…"

"Look, think about this like… the seasons!"

Janna gave a flat look as if that seemed more confusing but gestured to him to go on.

"You see, in Spring it's the prosperous time, when flowers grow, fruits are there and things blooms, then comes summer and while the temperature is high, we still can get the supriments spring gave us, then comes autumn and that's when the hard time comes. Leaves fall, fruits are not that much, some plants die, all while we prepare to the winter, when it's cold and we need to survive without much food-"

Janna facepalmed herself "You know that's totally not how it works, right?!"

"Just listen!" He sighed "after the time at lowest, what comes next?"

"Spring?"

"Exactly!" Marco replied her bored tone with excitement, "It comes the time when it flourishes again! You understand?! It's a cycle!"

Janna frowned, understanding his logic but still questioning it "You think Star speeds up the cycle?"

"She did something. Knowing or not." He shrugged, turning to her once more "Nature finds a way. It will make magic flow again, if it follows the seasons or not I have no idea, but I know it does follow a cycle. He have magic in our history, we got historical events that none can explain, and that follows some impact, and it goes around the world not just a place particular, and we had quiet times and then the new things again and-"

"Breathe, boy" Janna said standing up and sighing a bit as she forced Marco to sit down and take a moment, "Did you take your medicine?"

"We don't have time to-"

"We made a deal." She crossed her arms standing up in front of him as she looked at him sternly from his bed. "You keep yourself sane and under the medical conditions, as long as you're stable and healthy I'm willing to help you." The dark-haired girl looked around and asked again, "So, did you take your meds?"

Marco sighed and thought for a moment, "I did take them this morning." He looked at his phone for a moment and took a breath of redemption, "It is a bit past the time for me to take some I guess…"

"Well, then." His childhood friend gestured to the door, so he could go ahead and get the medicine wherever they were. Marco did as she suggested, knowing she was asking for the best of him and she was indeed looking out for his health. The last thing he needed now he was getting his memories back and was determined to find Star, was to have a breakdown and lose control (his last one was still healing in his eyebrow), he ain't got time for that.

He got his meds and went to the kitchen taking a cup of water as Janna promptly got herself to sit on the couch with Barko Jr. After taking his meds and sitting on the couch he was about to continue when Janna gestured him to wait.

"Take a breath. You were getting anxious, so take a few minutes. I'll wait."

"We don't have time for this, Janna."

"Then you're gonna have to deal with this alone." She looked at him, her face completely serious, "We made a deal, and I'll make sure you stand your word even against your own wishes."

Marco huffed, dropping himself on the couch "What is this, your crush on me is back?!"

"Hm, kinda. Considering you're the best candidate? Maybe." At his unbelievable stare she smirked "What? You can see me dating Alfonso? Ferguson? Jason?! ugh, no. The girls aren't much better and the hottest take went halfworld away" Janna made a dramatic gesture "So I might as well take care of my last option in case the worst happens."

"Wow, thanks" Marco replied to her in a sarcastic tone.

"You're welcome. Don't worry, once our kid gets my talent and hits big, that will make me meet my true guy. I'll dump you right away."

Marco frowned "I really have no idea if you're serious or not."

"Me neither" Janna replied.

He looked at her in complete confusion and decided to let it go since it wasn't going anywhere. Taking some breaths instead as he watched the clock he was able to feel himself calming down slowly and organizing his own thoughts.

"You had always liked spooked stuff, remember?"

"So what?" Janna said, turning to lay with her feet up, "Does that have to do with anything?"

"Remember the time church used to hunt witches and other beings, but mostly witches?"

"Yeah, many women got killed, they never apologized and all that jazz… Why are you giving me a history lesson?"

"You are a descendant of the Witches…" He frowned "I don't remember quite much clearly yet, but… I remember you found out one ancestor of yours was hunted down, claimed to be a witch and got to escape, you found there actually two types of such thing and used Star magic to… Do something… I can't remember well, but I know you used her magic to make your own flow again from the sleepy state it was in."

Janna sat straight and looked at him in shock "Are you telling me, I'm magic?"

Catching her tone of both disbelief and sassiness, Marco joked back at her "You're a Wizard, Janna."

"I'm a what?"Janna whispered before laughing with him, "Seriously, you're telling me I'm a witch?"

"Pretty much. You used to say the others called you something else because they didn't consider you one of them, but you got it."

Janna stood up and paced slowly in the living room, murmuring to herself as she was making her own conclusions from the information he gave.

"OK, if what you say is true, then there might be a way to awaken what was inside of me. I mean, she didn't destroy the magic, she just erased what existed from her existence, right?"

"I guess? I don't know that much actually. It's just a theory"

"That makes sense," Janna prompted "if she truly had erased every magic or destroyed then that would erase even the ones who weren't involved with her… Like your dog and, well, me."

"You?"

"It's just as you say, if I already had a bit in me, even if too little to make a difference, doesn't change the fact I got it and could try to do again what I did last, if she had went far enough it would have erased the existence of those who have some magic connection in them, me." She pointed out.

"So you think you can do it?"

Janna smirked, grabbing her purse and fishing for her phone as she began to type "Only one way to find out."

It was weird enough how her mother had been hovering over her lately, but having Tom, Ponyhead and Kelly aside every other person around to do the same was becoming maddening.

Star knew she had been sick, whatever her cough was, made everyone worried since they didn't find a solution. It was recurring more and more, if she coughed in front of them there was a desperation to show in their eyes so quickly she had to find out what they were hiding.

The little petal in her hand told her it was a lot more than they let her know.

The doctors have told her if she ever coughs something, she has to go to them immediately, and so her friends often offered to give her a doctor if there was any signal of her cough…

If she wanted to find out what was going on, she couldn't trust either side about the petals in her cough.

Besides they should be busy and worried about something else, she was getting married soon for the sake of her kingdom, they should be trying to find a way out of the war menace.

Just like she should be if she wasn't busy organizing a wedding ceremony she would rather not have anyways.

"Why do we have to make it big?!" She moaned tiredly to her mother.

"You're a princess, simple as that. The people need to know and have security for their new king, the wedding it's not just about tying laces, but also about showing the people you have a ground and know what you're doing, in the fateful decision you're making by marrying this man." Moon replied and put her papers down.

"Can we like, make an agreement, sign stuff and bep bop do? No one is interested in anything else aside from keeping Mewni safe at this point."

Moon turned to her and took a breath, "Is that why you agreed to the marriage?"

"Well, yeah…" the princess replied, turning away from her mother. "It's not like I had many choices anyway."

"I'm really sorry for all of this Star…" her mother replied with a sad voice, "Of all people, I really wish you had the chance to make the choice like I did in my time."

"You're not helping much…" Star observed looking at another stupid list of things to get for a wedding. Why did they need a golden cornucopia?!

"I know… That's why I invited someone that knows about this to talk it out with you."

Turning to her mother, her eyes turned curious "Who did you invite?"

Moon smiled at her, "It's a surprise."

She rolled her eyes and continued to look in her to-do list about what there was to still afford for the ceremony. She couldn't wait until the papers had been over so she could get to…

To what?

Star shook her head and tried to focus again. There was no one for her to meet after that, she had been so sleepless and stressed about things happening that she had been catching herself into errands that didn't exist or lost in corridors trying to find a room that wasn't there.

Maybe she should see a doctor after all.

Marco stood blinking at a board that Janna made with pins, pictures, lists and scribes around and even a red string that connected to a question mark.

"Uh… what am I looking at?"

Janna sighed, "You're looking at the fact that you were right." Crossing her arms she looked away "Damn I was hoping you weren't so on point."

"What does the criminal board have to do with this?"

"This is an investigation board, thank you very much." Janna said and pointed at her notes, "I went around my stuff to figure out the blanks points or odd stuff that I couldn't remember how happened or that the explanation was just plain weird."

Marco frowned at a picture of her and pointed, "What does a picture of you in a pink dress have to do with this?"

Snatching the picture from his hand, Janna followed her notes as if there was never the said picture there, "So there are a lot of those blanks around like, why the heck I have a recipe for cupcakes? I don't even cook, and if I did, I wouldn't be interested in cupcakes!"

Marco looked around the said notes noticing the odd that Janna was mentioning. She was right about most of them, the pictures of scenarios and selfies were not her thing, just like notes on clothing, books, and… that Korean version of Twilight?

"What matters is that you're right. Whatever I had in me or that composed those pictures enough to make me interested, was changed."

He nodded, "and how are you finding proof I was right to help us?"

"It helps because I began to look into my stuff to see if I could find anything else and, BOOM!" Janna shoved her phone in his face.

"A… contact list?" He asked, confused.

"Yep. I went through my contact list, I don't know the majority of these names and some weren't even real numbers like this… Thomas the Train?! Why do I have the number of a toy train to begin with?"

Marco tried to bring her focus back again, "Well, and did you find anything that helped us?"

Janna began to tap her phone again, "Actually, I did!"

Turning the phone to him again Marco was to stare at the eyes on the screen looking right back to him. It was a woman a bit older than them, she was red haired and skin a bit paler than his, her brown eyes blinked at him then she smiled and waved at him from the screen.

"Tami, meet Marco. Marco, this is Tamir LesTrange" Janna said, motioning between them.

"Hello!" Tami said, smiling from the other side.

"Hi…" he replied and looked at Janna, "how exactly is she supposed to help?"

Janna put her phone on his table where the stranger could see them both, "Tami remembers what I can't, or at least most of it. To begin with how we meet and what we are."

"Hey! I thought you said you believed in me saying you were a witch?"

There was a giggle and Marco realized it came from the screen, "There's a difference between believing and fact checking," Tami explained, "she was trying to recover what was lost in the spell of your friend."

"Wait, you remember too?!"

"Kinda" the red haired replied, "your theory of Earth's own magic isn't completely wrong, but also has some fantasies into it. I can remember what is related to me, Janna and the betweens, but if you ask me specifically about that friend of yours, well, I'm afraid I'm not much help." She shrugged embarrassed.

"So, how can you help us then?"

This time Janna replied to him, "Dude, she's a Witch."

Marco blinked twice at Janna and then at the phone before letting a gasped "Whaaat" escape his lips.

"A witch, Marco." The other laughed, "Oh boy, Potter references never get old!" The red haired girl shook her head and continued "I'm one of the natural magic users from Earth, see?"

On a movement with her hands, there was a wave of energy that made some stuff on her desk float before getting down again by another gesture to make it disappear.

He looked at the lady's hands in shock. It was one thing to know magic existed and have memory of it, but to see it was something completely different. To see the proof in a live video of another magic user was… almost unbelievable.

Wow, he gets why the others had trouble believing him.

"OK, Tami, can you explain what you told me before to him?" Janna asked.

"Why don't you say it?" She questioned.

"I forgot already."

With a sigh, the woman on the other side began to speak to Marco. "As I told Janna, your theory is in the right way, but not quite. Our world is about cycles, from the survival and animal one, to life and magic one. So yeah, there are parts of history that magic is stronger and others that are not, but aren't related to seasons, but with world history itself and around."

"World history?"

"Yep!" Tami nodded, "It's one of the biggest and sadly most natural occurrences in humanity, history repeats itself. Kind of like a curse even. People study history to not make the same mistakes, but while they do, the other part is making up and learning that stuff and find themselves agreeing with the past and making their own conclusions to do over again and as a result it happens again."

"That… is awful, is there nothing to do?"

"It's human nature. To find themselves in a group and try to engage into their battles to survive and the goals to fight against the opposition. The only way to stop the cycle would be to put everyone in a stance of ultimate survival: work together or die."

"Like stone age." Janna replied.

Marco shook his head to focus again, they could talk about history lessons later "What does this have to do with the magic?"

"Oh yeah!" The woman said changing her sitting pose "Well, the reason is because once there was a limited or over-limits magic on Earth is pretty simple, the Inquisition and Witch hunting events."

"So the Inquisition was right?"

"Nope." Both women replied and Janna continued, "they did kill a lot of innocents while hunting. Most people dead weren't related to magic even, or didn't even know."

Marco tried to follow their line of thought "Uhh… That means?"

"That means that, whatever your girlfriend did, she can't change history. She at most repressed what was already around. So we can recover the state to what it was and make magic flow around Earth, however I don't know about the portals stuff, that was never knowledge of our world magic."

"We still have to try." He replied determined, ready to get up. "It's the best chance We- I have to."

"Easy there, Romeo." Said Janna pushing him back down to his bed, "So far we gave you the good news."

He sighed, of course it wouldn't be that easy. "Ok, tell me the bad news."

"Well, for beginners…" Janna started, "Thomas the Train it's not the only contact missing. There's a bunch of them, for both me and Tami."

Tami looked at him with a sad smile, "That's true. And while I'm good friends and a mentor to Janna, I'm still a minor witch. In fact, Janna was stronger than I was. I lost contact with the Witches and other creatures more or less around the data your friend had cut the magic flow."

"Did something happen to them?" Marco asked in worry.

"I don't think so." The witch replied "I think they sensed something to come and took the ways to be safe, even if we lost contact with others. They probably left the others safe from consequences out of it, like Wiccas and minor witches, and in Janna's case, an illegitimate Witch."

"Illegitimate witch?" Marco asked his friend.

"Long history to another history and time. Now," Janna said, focusing back on the matter, "the point is, all the people who have better knowledge on Earth magic or how we could make the portal thing work again are out of reach and the others who are left aren't powerful enough to connect to other worlds."

Marco crossed his arms and thought for a while, looking between a magicless-witch Janna and the witch on the phone before an idea struck him again. "What if we reunited you?"

"What?" Both of them asked.

"Alone you can't do much, but… United, maybe we could bring enough power to make a connection, even to another world…" Marco took his magical scissors out of his pocket and showed them "From there I can get to other places until I reach the right one to get to Mewni."

"YOU HAVE AN INTERDIMENSIONAL SCISSOR?!" Tami screamed from the other side of the phone "Damn, you were someone important! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get one of these? A human even?!"

"I have vague memories of it." Marco shrugged, smiling sincerely to her "So, we can get contact with others you girls find and reunite to try to make these work, how about it?" Tami smiled sadly at him again and Marco could already sense the bad news again, but this time it was Janna who let out a sigh as she crossed her arms.

"You think I didn't want to meet her or bring her here for a reason? Would have been a lot easier and better" She pouted.

He looked at Tami questioning in silence what Janna meant, but observing the scenery behind her, more specific about what he thought until then it was a poster until the moment he saw a bird flying there, it dewelled him the reason of why Janna was upset and the bad news.

Marco let out a groan as he hid his face in his hands, to which Tami confirmed in voice what he just concluded, "I'm in Japan."

"And as far as we had been, well, mostly her since they refuse to talk to an illegitimate witch with no powers, most wiccans and witches left are in the same situation. We are scattered around the world" Janna replied.

He let his back fall into the bed and groaned louder. It could not be easy, could it?!

When she was told she had visitors, Star had expected to be one of her friends checking on her again for the fifth time that week, or maybe even a surprise visit from a messenger from her fianceé kingdom with more stuff arranged or to be arranged for the wedding.

She didn't not expected to meet Eclipsa sitting in the garden drinking tea as she waited for her.

"Oh dear!" Eclipsa smiled "There you are! It's so good to see you! Come sit!"

Confused, Star obliged to what the other queen requested, "Hi Eclipsa… I'm sorry I wasn't expecting you."

"Really?" She replied surprised, "Your mother invited me, I thought you do know."

The princess blinked confused, "You were the one she told me about? I didn't know. She just said it was someone I could talk about and it was a surprise."

"Well, she told me about what you had been dealing with and… I can understand. I think from all the people I'm the closest that can understand you, that's probably why she told me to come talk to you."

So that was it. Her mother was still worried, despite her doctor saying she was ok and that she agreed with the meanings behind the wedding. Yes, she was still trying to find a way out of the war menace, but it was more a precaution and safety than anything else. Besides, so far the plan is going very well and… If it came to worse than she had to make sure someone was left to look after what she left.

"I'm fine, really." Star sighed.

"It's natural for a mother to be worried, more so in this case in which the daughter was forced into a decision she wasn't ready or didn't want to take." Eclipsa replied "It's a different situation, but we both had to go with the decision for outside factors."

It was only then that Star was reminded of the fact that Eclipsa was married before Globgor, despite already being with him and having her relationship established. Solaria didn't accept their relationship and arranged her wedding with a prince from a fellow kingdom in hopes that the marriage and kingdom obligation would make Eclipsa forget her forbidden passion for a monster of all people. Star didn't know much details aside from the fact that Globgor broke his promise to never feed himself from human flesh again by consuming Chastican, getting away to have Meteora and get captured shortly after and separated for all those years.

So far, Eclipsa was really the one who could understand the situation the most, even if the reasons for the arranged marriage were different, neither had been out of love, but because the obligations of the crown required so, for the safety of the people. For Eclipsa, because the former queen's prejudice against monsters was so powerful, she took a blind eye to who she put her daughter with. For her, because the war menace was a risk to the whole of Mewni and other possible dimensions and kingdoms Mewni had been in peace, not to count the possible multiverses.

She looked up to Eclipsa again, the queen being patient in Star taking her time to speak if she wished. Eclipsa has always been a kind heart that didn't deserve what happened to her. Star was really glad she was able to help get Eclipsa's happy ending by letting her rule the Monster Castle, which was her rightful place given Globgor once was the king of monsters. Maybe she couldn't fix the time and all that happened, but she could at the very least help.

Besides, it was a great help given that monsters and Mewmans still had much distaste on each other to just live together magically, it needed time to adapt, and so far having the kingdoms nearby with a free pass to both sides was showing to be really helpful. Even those who disliked the idea, at the very least respected the new ways of living… Well, after the battle that is.

Eclipsa also had been kind to them by giving the Crown back and rebuilding Mewni. So now they could rule together and work so both kinds would live and work together, the progress has been promising so far. Both crowns had been working hard to make it possible to unify in the future.

"Do you think…" Star said unsure "Am I doing the right thing?"

Eclipsa thought a bit, "There's no way we can know. For as long as I know you, Star, you have been writing the history your own way, taking what you thought was best by following your heart but taking your mind into it." She smiled at the princess "You proved yourself over and over again, you showed every single one that you can do more than one can imagine and even yourself. When we think you're done, you come with something new and that is what makes you the best queen of us all. Even now, I have no doubt you have something in your mind of how you can make things right and fix, and if you don't have the answers… you're on the way there." She looked into Star's eyes and smiled "Am I wrong?"

For the first time in a long time, Star smiled. Eclipsa had her right, she was trying to find a way to fix things up… But she didn't know the cost of it. And if she were to admit…

"I am scared." Star replied.

"I would think it weird of you not to be. You're about to face something new, but then again, you can always overcome the obstacles given. You and Marco."

Star blinked, her heart racing to the name familiar and dearly but yet new to her. She repeated in a whisper to her lips, she could even see the image of a boy with a red hoodie over his head…

A loud childish laughter distracted her. Both of them looked beyond their table to where Globgor was playing with Meteora and… Since when Eclipsa had another child? Star felt her chest tight and the coughs coming up, but she couldn't take that since the feeling of dread and anxiety had been washing over her. To the memory of her holding the other girl as a newborn baby, to her older brother introducing them, and the images flooding back.

Her head hurt, breathing was hard, and she couldn't even walk in a straight line when she got up abruptly to leave the garden abandoning the worried calls of the other queen. She just had to leave that place. She had to be quiet and think, she had to…

Remember.

She remembers now. The friendship, the love, the heartbreak. Earth, the school, her friends, the time spent between dimensions, the fights and all that came along. She remembers him always by her side and their hands together, she remembers his little sister, who they had promised to let grow with Meteora again, she remembers Diaz, who asked to be called as her parents too, she remembers why the earrings were so important. She remembers Angie telling her goodbye and Rafael holding her close…

She was so stressed up by then she didn't get to think about Mariposa, who wasn't around and didn't get mentioned by them.

She feels the tears on her eyes and coughs some more petals as she falls on her knees. She remembers the sickness and what happened. She remembers why it's so important that the plan works and she gets someone to take care of what's left once she's gone…

Eclipsa steps behind her carefully, and kneels to the ground, trying not to scare her after how she fled the garden. Her hand makes gentle circling motions until Star is calmed enough to speak if she wishes.

"Mariposa…" Is all she can say.

Eclipsa bites her lip and sighs, deciding to say once for all. "As you know, after how well Meteora and her bonded, we agreed with Diaz to have them grow together. The vacations here and school time on Earth… Since me and Globgor were going on the vacation trip early and Mariposa wasn't in school yet, we invited her to come."

Star slowly turned to look at Eclipsa as she continued, still sniffing for what she was about to hear, "That's when they contacted us and told about what was to happen. We spoke to Moon too and… We talked. A lot. So we decided that Mariposa was taken care of by us, and Diaz sent all her material to study, and also things to be remembered by. We thought about moving to Earth or they moving here, but… It didn't solve the problem in the end. Angie said they had Marco to take care after, and they had been parenting once, they would miss Mariposa everyday, but it would be the best. Rafael agreed they couldn't take Meteora away from us to take care of given she had magic, and that we had been apart for so long and we finally had our second chance…"

"So Mariposa is trapped in here."

"Mariposa is growing up with Meteora…" Eclipsa sighed, "She's too young to understand she can't go back to Earth. We have all the stuff from her to know and we're gonna tell her, but…" The queen took a breath, "The Evanescent magic took effect here too… Mariposa doesn't remember anything about Earth aside from what we told her."

Star choked as she started crying harder, she didn't mind to know if the petals were choking her or the tears, believing she deserved at this point. She just tore a family apart and erased a little girl's memory of her own family. Mariposa didn't remember her family back on Earth and by this she could only guess that the portals cutting severed those ties and by that maybe the Diaz couldn't remember her too.

She deserved to suffocate on those petals.

Now that she thought about it, the Diaz were looking into a family album when she left… They weren't looking into her pictures only, but the ones with Mariposa.

"What have I done?!" Star whispered crying in pain "Why no one told me?!"

"Oh dear…" Eclipsa caressed her head "You had already so much… None of us wanted to give you that pain and burden. It was a parenting decision for adults to take, and we did. We didn't want you to take the blame or responsibility."

"What for?!" Star continued to cry "How can I ever forgive myself from separating her from her family, for her losing her memories? for them to lose their daughter?!"

Eclipsa smiled sadly and was about to speak when she saw someone else in the room. Star looked up to see the little girl with brown skin and the cute mole as her brother, those big brown eyes confused looking at them as she slowly approached, her hair a bit longer than she remembered and she looked at Star sad.

"Don't cry…" She said, patting Star's face.

Star smiled sadly, trying her best to not scare Mariposa as she picked her up and hugged tightly, she looked so much after her brother it hurt. She continued to whisper how much she was sorry until she began to calm down.

Eclipsa stayed there supporting Star by staying by her side simply. It didn't miss her eyes the smudged makeup that covered the broken hearts, nor the petals on the floor.

Janna walked into Marco's room letting out a whistle. There were papers all around, his computer open with at least thirty tabs open, there were scribbles, notes, and red strings on the floor, maps, pictures and even other stuff that Janna didn't pay attention to in the middle of her process.

"I understand why you weren't surprised with my board now."

Marco chuckled as he marked something in another note, "I'm the crazy guy, remember? This is organized close to how my mind had been before. I don't like to admit it, but those pills do help."

"Are you taking them, by the way?"

"Yup." Marco took the bottle out his pocket and shook so Janna could see and hear the pills inside before he put back in his pocket, "They are necessary, so I take them. I wish I didn't have to? Yes, but for now I need them and that's it."

Janna clapped to him and Marco rolled his eyes. He knew medicine was important, and took time for him to accept he needed the mental medicine just like any other sick person would need. If they were for the heart he would take them, so why not take them for his brain?

"You said you had news." The former witch replied, trying to step further into the room, "Is this it?"

Marco got up and bit his marker end thinking a bit more into how to voice his thoughts.

"I think I know how to open the portal." Janna stopped in her tracks, not daring to make any movement until he continued "If this place was once connected to Mewni through magic, it means it should be connected again, even if just a little. Might not be enough to create a portal, but the magic is already in both places, Earth is already connected to the magic dimensions as so. We could reunite a number of people to try to gather enough energy for the scissor to work, but even so might not be enough, and focusing them on one place might not help the magic to keep flowing."

His friend decided it was safer to step back and lean on the doorframe, "Ok, so, we need to reunite or not?"

"We need everyone to stay where they are." Marco replies nodding "If you had been scattered all around the world, there might be a reason for it. Tami said that the natural course is that the flow comes back little by little and the other witches and whatever are waiting the time for it, so I thought, 'what if that's it?' you know?" Marco said happily. Janna blinked slowly to him and continued her deadpan stare so he could continue for her to understand. "She cut the unnatural magic, her own and what came with her, the witches might have been influenced by the flow of her magic around, that's why they left."

Janna thought for a second, "Actually, that makes sense. If it wasn't much and suddenly there's a new one around they might have been caught by the new magic too… They could have lost all the magic like I did for mixing it up."

"Like filling a cup of water with orange juice. If you want to get rid of the mix you need to get rid of both." Marco said "And because they had the influence, they couldn't risk to stay. However!" Marco said pointing to a scheme drawing on his wall, "Tami said she and the other left were more natural magicians, that used Earth and natural sources, that's why they are out of risk!"

There was a gasp heard and then a voice replying to him, "It's natural magic!"

The trickster took her phone out of her jacket and showed him her mentor on video call who was clapping and smiling happily. "Well, that explains how I was so oddly and suddenly put in Japan."

"You weren't there before?"

"Nope!" She replied "I made a test to come here, but I was sure to fail because of some missing papers, but then they suddenly were found and approved at the last second." She thought for a second, "I wonder if there are others who have done this too."

"It might if we go by Marco's theory." Janna replied. "Maybe the Elders knew that we could restore the magic flow by ourselves and made a way to scarce us around the globe." She shrugged.

"If that's the case," The boy continued "I thought that if you all used your magic at the same time, it might be enough to get magic on Earth flowing on the levels that it was again."

The red haired woman frowned a bit in worry, "I'm not sure, it might need a lot of people doing it at the same time, and there are the timezones, not to say so far the ones I had contact don't have that much power enough to make our magic connect one point to another to make it flow." She sat back on the chair and crossed her arms thoughtfully.

"Marco, are you really asking us to do that? We would be risking to expose ourselves and be hunted down to death again for what? So you can be with your girlfriend?"

Marco gulped. She had a point, there were many factors to make it harder. to make one witch to pass the magic from a point to another, then that required that some ignored the timezones, and…

And this was the best chance he had to see Star again.

"Yes." He replied "I'm asking you to do this so I can go to her. I will cross every mountain, swim every ocean just to fix what I've broken. If I need to go around the world to talk and ask one by one to agree then I will. This is the best if not the only chance I got to be with her. So yes, I'm being selfish and asking you all to take the risk to restore the Earth magic and I can be with Star again."

There was a moment of silence before a loud squeal and giggling from the phone startled both in the room, "Okay!"

"Okay?!" Both Janna and Marco replied surprised.

"Okay." The witch nodded, grabbing some papers and writing something in them, "I'm a big fan of love, and that confession? That got me. So yeah I'm going to do it. I'll talk to my friends and the ones I got in contact to plan this and will get back to you. Ah! I can't wait to help you two get back together!" Suddenly the woman began to transform the notes she wrote into paper birds and sent them to the window. "I have much work to do, I'll see you later!" With another set of squeals and giggles she hung up.

Both teenagers stood there looking at the phone screen locking it up in shock. It was rather… easy. And that was exactly why Marco wasn't sure if it would work, if there is something he learned about this whole thing is that nothing would come easy to him.

Still, he had high hopes and for that, he grabbed the bracelet that once belonged to her and held it tight, hoping that soon he could give it back, that then he could hold her hand - if she allowed, he had to recognize that he had every right to reject by how things messed up.

"I would love to stay," Janna commented but stopped for a second, "Wait nevermind, I'll stay and look around your stuff to see if I get any other stuff to this mad plan of yours"

"Gee, thanks" Marco shrugged and moved for her to come into his room. "Be my guest. I'll get some air."

"By the smell of this room, you do need it."

He ignored the comment even through his blush. He knew she was just teasing him… right?

He was walking down the corridor when he saw his dog lying in front of the guest door crying. Once he saw Marco, it got up and began to scratch the door asking to be open for him. He was ready to open the door when he touched the handle and suddenly began to hear a song from the other side.

When I wake up, yeah I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you!

He stopped for a moment, he was sure the room wasn't in use for a long time and that there was nothing on the other side of that door. So that could only mean…

When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you!

Marco opened the door, but instead of looking into the visitor room that was very much like his, he saw a huge room, with an aquarium, stairs, and even a balcony. He stepped into the room with a fond smile on his face as he watched in admiration the figure on the bed jumping and dancing to the song blasting in her speaker.

If I get drunk, Well I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you!

It was another of her times singing super glue songs, she was jumping on her bed as she sang the lyrics, laughing happily as she did so, her golden hair dancing up and down, her bed already a mess from her dancing.

And if I haver, well I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who's haverin' to you!

He couldn't help but smile openly at the memory, it was such a happy and innocent time. She was just there dancing and singing to a good song and enjoying the moment, while he was making nachos down the stairs. She was smiling so brightly and it was such a good memory that made him laugh a bit to see her like that.

There was a noise beside him, she didn't notice because of the song and how distracted he was by the scene, he found himself years young putting down the table some nachos only to lean on the doorframe crossing his arms and watch her performance of happiness.

How he didn't realize by then he was already falling for her? That fond and loving smile and the joy he remembers to feel just to watch her jumping to the song and be happy for a moment… It was enough to make him smile and be happy himself.

He laughed, they were really oblivious.

Star soon took notice of him standing there watching her and motioning to him to get up her bed and join her, he gave an eye roll pretending to be reluctant but joined her more than glad.

"When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you!"

They began to dance together, both laughing above the bed as they continued to lip sync the song.

"When I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you!"

They began to run in circles in the bed, getting dizzy and then switching to another game.

"When I go out, well I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you!"

They began to try to ticklish one to another. Sometimes missing and others getting right making another fit of laughter go up.

"And when I come home, yes I know I'm gonna be, I gonna be the man who's coming home with you"

They both sang together getting louder and louder until they reached the chorus and began to shake their heads, messing up their hair hard as they sang one to another as they jumped in her bed.

"But I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more! Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door!"

The song went on, and Marco grabbed a pillow to hit her, Star laughed, grabbing another to defend and attack him. They stayed like that until the chorus came back again and they sang together breathless.

"But I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more! Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to fall down at your door!"

They both give a last jump and fall laying down on her bed in a fit of laughter with their belly hurting and red faces from all the energy wasted just for the fun and singing together and having a fun time.

The laughter began to fade in the air as the memory faded and gave place to reality. His dog was laying down on the bed that was just like his, he stepped closer and sat there looking at the bracelet once again.

"I miss her too." he told Barko, embracing the animal and caressing it's fur until he fell asleep.

At the door, Janna looked down at the floor before taking her phone and dialing some numbers. She couldn't let him go on like that, if Marco needed to meet the girl again to get his closure, then he would meet her. Even if she had to ask some favors she had been saving.

"MOON!"

Her name echoed into the room and she flinched, but still took a breath. She should have expected that Eclipsa would find out about what was going on sooner or later, and given she took Star as a granddaughter/nephew it was no surprise she would be furious once she found out about the whole thing and not only what Moon let her know.

"Before you take out your fury on me, take a seat so I can explain…"

"You erased her memories!" Eclipsa slammed her fists on the table, "You took away her memories about the boy she loved!"

"I had my reasons to do so and you would understand if-"

"And she has broken hearts! Her magic is unstable, she's been crying non-stop! Moon, have any idea of what you have done?!"

"I have plenty of ideas of what I did and I did what was best for her!" Moon replied, raising her voice.

Globgor came into the door a bit after being accompanied by River, Glossaryck and Baby. The monster tried to calm down his wife by gently pulling her to sit, but she refused, still staring at Moon like she could punch her, maybe she would.

"What right do you think you have to take away her memories?!"

"It was hurting her far worse than it should!"

"And taking away was the answer?! That's not up to you to decide, Moon! You out of everyone should know this!"

"Sweetie," Globgor tried again, "let's hear what they have to say."

"I did what I had to do to save my daughter, you would have done the same!"

Eclipsa gasped more angrily than before "What harm could the memories of Marco could have caused?!"

"The memories are killing her! From inside out!" From the moment of shock of the other queen, Moon took a breath and looked down, she admitted in defeat the truth about the condition. "Star has the Deadly Flowers."

Eclipsa let out a breath and finally let herself be led by her husband to sit down as he stood beside her holding her hand, now just as worried about the princess' condition as his wife was.

"What stage is it?" The king of monsters asked.

Moon sat down, River coming by her side as her hands massaged her temples, "She was vomiting the flowers weeks ago. We didn't have many options, so…"

Globgor nodded and Eclipsa looked at him confused, as he clearly knew of the sickness better, it wasn't fully disclosed how many monsters fell victim to such sickness. As he explained what the disease was and the cure methods, Eclipsa felt more heartache for the princess that was playing with the two children in her room at the moment.

"So… you took the flowers out?" She asked.

"We did," River replied, "but she seed is placed in her heart so…" He looked down sadly and Globgor continued for him.

"The flowers will continue to bloom over and over again, and quicker every time, until it comes to a point where… There's no way out."

Eclipsa felt her eyes water and held her husband's hand tight, "There must be something we can do! Some potion or-"

"Don't you think I've been trying?" Moon replied looking up with teary eyes, "I sleep every night without knowing if my daughter will be there in the next day, or for how long… And she's about to marry someone she doesn't love because Marco is back on Earth where we cannot reach anymore."

Eclipsa sniffed and stood in silence for a moment with them. It was a serious situation, and if Star had come to pass before the wedding would be even worse.

Even so, she knew she should, but couldn't bring herself to tell them that Star had partially recovered her memories and the flowers are back. Star made her promise not to do so and now she gets why, she's afraid of losing them again and by now… That's all she has left of her happiness back then.

"So we… wait?" Eclipsa said reluctantly.

Moon closed her eyes with River, showing how much pain they have to admit that all they could do was to provide the best they could while they could, but they couldn't afford a cure or miracle to get her rid of her pain and death.

Eclipsa wished for a moment that she could have convinced Diaz to move to Mewni, this could have solved so many things… but they didn't know back then. Even if they did, once Star severed the magic ties, they would have been sent back to the place they belonged, without magic.

But if was like that, then-

"Wait, Star erased her magic back from Earth, then the same happened from here, right?"

"That's right." Glossaryck confirmed.

Eclipsa then looked up a bit more hopeful, "Then how's Mariposa still here?"

It took a moment for the others to understand what she meant, but when they did, the same feeling of a sparkle of hope that got into them.

"That's impossible!" Moon said, still hard-believing "Earth is magicless!"

Globgor got up and turned to them, "Eclipsa has a point, we had been taking care of Mariposa ever since the portals closed. The only thing that changed was that she also lost her memories, she is still affected by the magic, and possibly what happens back on Earth for that to happen."

The Mewni queen got up and turned to the magic guide, "Glossaryck, is it possible?"

The blue creature thought for a moment, "Earth has its own natural magic like all dimensions, but would be very unlike - not to say impossible to make it connected back or flow enough to connect again. It would be necessary to have an incredible amount of magical power to reconnect with their own magic to make it flow enough and then later they do it again for someone from this side to make the connection."

"We didn't have to do that the first time," River complained.

"The ties weren't severed or blocked then. Just out of use" Said Baby. "Besides, Earth has been out of Magic users for many years, and we have no communication now. They would have to make this plan on their own with none of our communication. No one knows about this to make it happen."

Moon was about to try to argue with another solution when Tom and Ponyhead got into the room in a hurry and were screaming with something in their hands. The queen was about to ask for them to calm down and sit when Tom put the device with a point blinking and made her go speechless.

"I don't know how, but somehow, they are up to something!" Tom said.

The others got around Moon to look into the screen and see what they were so amazed about too and felt themselves in shock as much as the teenagers were, but in a good way. Glossaryck groaned rolling his eyes, but smiled still after everyone gave a hopeful laugh.

On the other side of the room, Ponyhead was dancing in the air chanting happily "I cannot believe it! Earth-Turd did it! Earth has magic again!"

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This is for now.

On a brighter note, I'm out of the horrible writer block the finale and few other things gave me. That is to say I'm finally writing the final chapters to go.

Thank you again, and onwards to the finale!

PS: we got a discord now if interest anyone :)

A special shout out to @tamiletrange for having my back and also, a special tribute for her in this chapter as Janna’s mentor

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Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader “𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜”

A/N : Hi hello i just got into tumblr and this is my first time writing a full on one shot in english because english is not my first language ;( so i’m sorry if there’s any error in my writing but i hope you guys can still enjoy the story :D anyway i’m on an iwaizumi hajime brainrot and i know y’all too so let’s just get into ittt *****

Genre : Fluff

Word Count : 5k

You woke up feeling lightheaded. You brought the back of your palm to feel your forehead that was burning hot hours ago. But after four hours of sleep and taking your medicine, the heat has subsided and was replaced by your normal body temperature. You sighed in relief but you still didn’t want to step up from your comfortable bed. Instead you rolled to the side to grab your phone that was laying on the nightstand, to get some info on school assignment, or any big news that you missed throughout today from your friends because you didn’t manage to go to school. When you turned off airplane mode, tons of messages from your close friend’s group chat rang loudly with multiple ringing sounds, coming one after another. When the ringing finally stops, you open the group chat and skim through the chat bubbles your friends sent, curious to what they are discussing.

“Oh? They lost?” you murmur to yourself after getting an understatement. Today is the match of your school’s volleyball team against Karasuno High School. From the people who went and saw the match, it was pretty intense and they were neck to neck to one another. But in the end Karasuno won and they only a point difference from Aoba Johsai. The further you read the chats, one caught your attention

I saw Oikawa toss the ball to Iwaizumi from the right end of the court and Iwaizumi got to spike it perfectly! That was crazyy

Yeah, but even with that perfect toss and powerful spike, Karasuno managed to get it. Both team are crazyyy

I saw Iwaizumi-kun cried In the hallway, poor him. He must’ve think that that one spike was important

Aww no

You slowly sat up from your bed, while still reading those lines over and over again. “Iwaizumi…” you mumbled to the air. You then checked the clock hanging on your bedroom wall, you saw that it was 7.56PM. ‘He should be home already..’

You heard a knock on your door, and your mom peeked through. “Oh you’re awake! How are you feeling?”

“Great! My fever is gone”

“If that’s so, can you go to Hajime’s house? His mother and father are working late and he probably hasn’t had dinner, so drop these for him okay?” asked your mother while holding a nicely wrapped box probably filled with food.

“Uh yeah okay. I’ll get ready”

It is not a secret. To you, your close friends, and specifically Oikawa Tooru, that you have a crush on Iwaizumi Hajime. This has been going on for a long time, since the beginning of second grade. You got to be in the same class as Iwaizumi. At first you were a bit scared of him due to the somewhat tense atmosphere surrounding him, but turns out, he is the nicest guy you ever met. He spoke in a deep and gruff voice, but there’s so much tenderness in the way he speaks. His arms and hands are big and calloused from playing too much volleyball, but whenever he accidentally touches you, he is always so careful with his grip, or makes sure that he doesn’t touch you in an inappropriate way. His tall figure always towers over your 160 cm figure, but it made you feel secure. And there are many small acts he does to you that always make something in your stomach flip. You know that those are just the way he respects the opposite gender (from your observation), but it still made him so attractive to you. Plus he looks cute and manly although not you can call a worldwide handsome. Also He probably hid a well toned body underneath the layers of cloth he wears. Before you got too far and deep into your thoughts of that man, you quickly shook your head to focus on your current mission right now. Iwaizumi probably is sulking as hell right now and you want to do something nice for him, or maybe just there to give him reassurance.

iwaizumi’s house is just seven minutes walk from your house. Before you rang the bell, you noticed that the gate was not locked. “Did he forget to lock it?” you opened the gate and made your way to the also not locked door. You saw his training bag in the hallway entrance, meaning that Iwaizumi is home. But you were glad that there were no signs of robbery. “Iwaizumi?” you called him. The living room and dining room were clean and empty. Not even a slightest sound was heard. “He’s probably in his room”. You climbed up the stairs and saw that the door of his room is slightly open and you could see him inside drying his hair with a towel, back facing you

You knocked on the door and Iwaizumi jumped slightly. “y/n? How did you get in?”. You sighed, “You left the front door and gate open,”. “Oh.., wait here then I’ll go lock it,” Iwaizumi then went downstairs leaving you sitting alone in his room on his study chair. You’ve gone to his bedroom a couple times but this time it feels different. The room is filled with his scent of cologne and shampoo from his shower earlier. You carefully breathe it in and a blush crept to your cheeks, just in time Iwaizumi stepped back in the room “Okay wha- wait, why are your face red?”

You flustered, “What! N-No I’m perfectly fine! Maybe it’s because of my fever earlier, hahahaha.”

Iwaizumi raised a brow, “Okay? Anyway, why are you here?” he asks as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance from you.

“O-Oh yea, um, my mother made you dinner. She said that your parents will be home late,” you said holding up the wrapped box in your hand.

“I already ate but i guess there’s still space for your mom’s cooking. Say my thanks for her,” you smiled at his words.

“Should I walk you back? It’s dark.”

“What? No, it’s not even 8pm and my house is just seven minutes away.”

“Okay then, thankyou again. Be careful on your way back.”

‘Wait? No no no no, I can’t just go home like this. He’s probably not going to eat his food and be sulking instead,” You stood up. Iwaizumi thought you were going to leave so he grabbed his phone on the nightstand and got comfortable on his bed with his back resting against the headboard. He didn’t sense your figure leaving his room so his eyes left his phone to look at you, “why are you still here? It’s not appropriate for a girl to stay in a boy’s room.”

“You did very well today, Iwaizumi.”

“huh?”

You clutched your fingers, “You did so well in the match today. I’m proud of you. Never think that you lost because of a big mistake. You didn’t make any mistake. You gave your best as you always do. Winning or losing is just a result. What matters is that even if you lost, you still gave all your might in the court. All of your hard work, your sneaky practices at the park in the late afternoon, it’s all worth it. Because you gave it all in the court today. Nothing goes to waste.”

Your voice was stern, but there’s a hint of tenderness in it. Iwaizumi just looked at you dumbfounded . After a while, Iwaizumi gave you a soft smile “Thanks, sorry we didn’t keep our promise to go to nationals.”

“Don’t mind me. That is your promise to yourself.”

“Right.”

After that, you still stood there. Arms crossed on your chest. Iwaizumi eyed you in confusion. “What…? Is there again?”

You then sat on the bed beside him, arms still crossed on your chest, “You’re gonna cry. I’m gonna stay here to accompany you until you’re done.”

“What?! No, I'm fine, you should go home now.”

“I’m not gonna let you be alone until you feel better,” you said sternly

“W-Wha- ugh..” Iwaizumi turned his face to the side, not facing you as he can no longer contain the tears that have been threatening to fall ever since he was greeted by the emptiness of his house. Because of the silence, replays of today’s match became clear in his mind. Every step, every move, every shout of frustration , every cheer of happiness, and the last whistle signaling the end of the game. It was awfully clear, every bit of it, and it made him feel hopeless. Like there’s nothing that he can do. His shoulder began to shake, and you could hear soft sobs. It’s like he’s holding back to scream because you’re there.

You never actually see Iwaizumi cry and now being alone with him is his weakest state flustering you. You did say that you’re gonna accompany him but now you’re confused as to what to do. You stayed silent, just watching him. He still doesn’t face you and his sobs became softer. You don’t like this, he’s holding back so much because you’re there. This is probably supposed to be his time, when he shut his door, turned off the lights, and curled under the blanket. Letting out all of his frustration into anything he can manage. But then you decided to come. You hate to admit it but you ruined his time.

But still, you didn’t want to leave.

So instinctively, you reached out your hand to touch the back of his neck. You can feel Iwaizumi tensed up a little. As he slowly turned his head to finally look at you, you and your hand up further to the back of his head, fingers buried in his soft brunette hair. Iwaizumi’s red and teary eyes looked at you in slight confusion, and you stared back at him with a pang in your heart. Seeing his hurting expression for the first time feels like something stabbed your chest. ‘So this is what it feels like.. when you care so much about someone..’

Without another hesitation, you lean your body towards him and let his head fall on your shoulder. The warmth of his body envelopes you and you can feel the sturdiness of his body. You wrapped both of your arms on his shoulder, trapping him in a hug. Your fingers stayed buried in his hair as you started to give it a soft scratch in an attempt to soothe him. “I said I’ll accompany you. So vent all you want. I’m listening.”

You couldn’t see iwaizumi’s expression. But you could feel his body relaxed to your soft touches and he began to cry loudly, “Damn it! Damn those Karasuno..! I-I too.. I want to go to the nationals too fucking damn it!! I want to go with my friends too… with my juniors.. damnit! Damnit argh!!” you tighten your grip on him cause you feel like he’s going to burst. But you’re glad that he doesn’t move away from you. He was always so physical about these things, but now he just uses his words and emotions.

After some minutes, the hurtful scream and cry gradually turns into a soft sobbing. Your grip around his shoulder soften as Iwaizumi slowly moves away from you. “S-Sorry for ranting and um.. hugging you,” he sniffed and rubbed away the remaining tears leaking out.

You smile, “Don’t worry, but it feels good doesn’t it?”. He chuckled softly, “yeah.”

You fiddled with your fingers on your lap, “I’m sure everyone is feeling the same as you, Iwaizumi. I’m sorry I barged in into your supposed to be alone time. But I just couldn’t help it, I just can’t go to sleep tonight thinking about how you will have trouble sleeping. The others maybe will, but I won’t let you. Because you’re-- um..” you immediately stopped your words. Because just now you were just about to say the thing. Being alone with him and getting caught up in the mood urges you to, but you reminded yourself that you can’t do that, not when he’s in this state.

“What about me?” Iwaizumi tilted his head to the side, eyeing you in confusion.

You immediately shot up from his bed and gave him a wide smile, “Nothing! Anyway, enjoy your food. I should get going now,” you said while pointing towards the door.

“Uh? Oh yeah okay, I’ll open the gate for you,” you were tailing behind Iwaizumi as the two of you were heading downstairs. Luckily for Iwaizumi, you couldn’t see heat creeping up to his cheeks and he is starting to register what just happened between you two.

‘Nah, she can’t be…. Right?’

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The next day, you woke up from the ringing of your smartphone placed on your nightstand. You didn’t bother to look at the caller ID and just answer, “Ugh.. hello?”

“Did you just wake up?” Iwaizumi’s deep and gruff voice from the other line jolts you up from your sleeping position, “I-Iwaizumi??”

“I want to return the lunch box from last night. I had been ringing the bell but no one came out.”

“Ah right sorry. My parents left early to my grandparents house. I’ll be there wait a second”

When you opened the door you were greeted by the sight of Iwaizumi looking nice and neat in a pair of black jeans and a slightly oversized denim jacket over a grey hoodie. Your breath hitch at the sight of him until he starts talking, “Here” he handed the clean lunch box to you, nicely wrapped as well “The food was good, thank you”

“Yeah, you're welcome. Um.. are you going somewhere?” You asked while accepting the lunch box.

“I’m going to see Karasuno and Shiratorizawa match,” he said, putting his hands inside his pocket.

Concern filled your expression, “Are you feeling alright?”

He smiled softly, “Yeah, I can’t stay bummed out for too long.”

“That’s good then!” You beamed with a smile.

“I’ll be going then. When will your parents come back home?”

“Um.. maybe at night. They said they're gonna be there for a while.”

“And why aren’t you coming with them?” he asks again.

“I’m starting to prepare for the college entrance exam,” you said while rubbing the back of your neck .

“Ah, that’s nice. Well then, goodluck on it. Be careful, if anything happens, call me or Oikawa” he said, turning his back towards you. This soft part of Iwaizumi showing that he cares about you always makes your heart flutter and makes you fell deeper for him.

“Y-Yeah.. thank you..” and with that, you closed the door. You sighed as you tried to calm the loud thumping of your heart.

You mumbled, “Maybe.. I can do it today.. he seems to be in a good mood.”

You looked down towards the ground, thinking hard, “Confession huh…”

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Later that day, Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa match ended with Karasuno as the winner thus continuing to the national stage. Surprisingly to Iwaizumi he met Oikawa in one of the seats and now they are walking together out of the gymnasium.

“Hey Iwa-chan~, let’s go grab some food. I’m feeling like shit,” Oikawa said with a scowl on his face, his nose scrunched

“Then don’t come to see the match if you’re gonna be like this!”

“Stop being so rude and treat your best friend nicely for once will ya?!” Oikawa said with his arms folded on his chest.

Iwaizumi sighed, didn’t want to deal with Oikawa’s words any further, “Fine let’s go get something to eat,”

“Yay~! Let’s eat at a fast food restaurant!”

Along the way to the nearest fast food restaurant, Iwaizumi’s mind was wandering everywhere. Oikawa started to notice this because his friend had been bumping into stuff during their short walk. Oikawa bumped Iwaizumi’s shoulder to get his attention. He slightly jolted and he glanced at him, “What?”

“Is there something on your mind?”

“Huh? No, why?”

Oikawa sighed, “Really, Iwa-chan. You should be more honest. You almost stepped on a kid back there.”

Iwaizumi only huffed at Oikawa’s words.

“Is it a girl??”

“Can you shut up.”

“A girl it is!” Oikawa beamed, “Who is it? Who is it??”

“No I’m not thinking of that!” Lies. The truth is he was thinking of you. About what happened last night. About how you gave him the warmest hug he ever received. How you convey your words of comfort to him. He may have kept a dumbfounded face at that time but the truth is thousands of butterflies were raging inside his whole body. He didn’t know if it was because he has a thing for you or if it’s because he was flustered because you’re a girl and he is a boy. He never really thought of fawning over somebody. All he thinks about is just studying and volleyball. Yahaba and Kindaichi always prattle about how much they want a girlfriend but he’s never really into those kinds of conversation. But what if he’s finally getting his first ever love story now? He’ll be damned because he’s never prepared himself for these kinds of things, even though he’s almost 19 years old.

So he decides to swallow hard his ego and eyed his gaudy bestfriend intensely, before he forces words out of his mouth “Um.. O-Oikaw—”

“Oh! Is that y/n-chan?” Oikawa suddenly said as he pointed a finger to get Iwaizumi to also look at where you were standing. Oikawa is about to call you when Iwaizumi suddenly blurted out

“W-Wait! Don’t call her!”

Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi confused, but then his lips formed a cheeky grin “Humm?? What’s this?”

Iwaizumi's face turns beet red, “A-Ah! No I-I’m—Um..” Iwaizumi wanted to die instantly at that exact moment because now Oikawa is clearly holding back his laughter. A mischievous grin is plastered on Oikawa’s face as he ignored Iwaizumi and made his way towards you calling out your name, “Y/n-chaann~!”

Iwaizumi gritted his teeth while covering half of his face with his hand “Fuck that shittykawa,”

You were standing on the side, beside the trashcan as you are currently finishing your drink so you can quickly throw it onto the trashcan. Until the familiar voice of Oikawa beamed through the street, making you quickly snap your head to the side to see Oikawa currently walking towards you with Iwaizumi behind him.

“Oikawa! Iwaizumi!”

“Yahoo, what you doing here alone?” asked Oikawa.

“I just came from the bookstore. I’m looking for stuff to help me study,” you answered, throwing your empty drink into the trashcan.

“Me and Iwa-chan are going to eat right now, do you wanna come? Iwa-chan really wants you to come apparently,” Oikawa said wiggling his eyebrows at Iwaizumi.

“HUH?!” Iwaizumi was beating the shit out of Oikawa while you only stood there smiling awkwardly.

“Uhm yeah sure I’ll come.” You answered when they finally calmed down.

“Yay~ okay then let’s goo! And Iwa-chan stop being so jumpy and fidgety will you?”

“I’M NOT! Come on let’s go,” you eyed Iwaizumi worriedly, wondering if you did something wrong. So you reached Iwaizumi's side and asked him “Hey, are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, sorry,” Iwaizumi said as he averted his eyes from you. Iwaizumi is acting weird when you join their walk to the restaurant just now, you didn’t want to think too much into it yet you can feel slight warmth creeping up your cheeks.

“We’re here!” After five minutes the three of them finally arrived at the said fast food restaurant. You offered to find a seat while Iwaizumi and Oikawa went to stand on the line to order. You finally sat yourself down and got yourself comfortable. Unknown to you, Oikawa and Iwaizumi are having their own convo about you.

“Is there something going on between you two?” Oikawa asks.

“…no”

“And I will say this to you over and over again, be honest Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi pondered for a moment before talking in a much quieter tone, “Yesterday.. y/n came to my house.”

Oikawa blinked, “What? Why?”

Iwaizumi grunted, reaching up his hand to rub the back of his neck to somehow ease the heat on his face, “Um.. she actually came to give me food because my parents are home late. And um.. after that…'' Iwaizumi trailed off, hiding his face from Oikawa.

“What! Don’t leave me hanging!” Oikawa then gasps, “Oh my god don’t tell me---!”

Iwaizumi quickly retorts, “No shithead! She just hugged me because she knows that we lost the game yesterday. And um I don’t know how to explain it but at that time, everything feels so intimate and uh- I don’t know…”

“Ohh~ So you’re in love?” Oikawa smirks.

To Oikawa’s surprise Iwaizumi didn’t yell or smack him in the head but only eyed him, “I don’t really know. I mean, I’ve always been so flustered whenever she does something for me. But I don’t know if it’s just because I feel nervous of the opposite sex.”

Oikawa tapped Iwaizumi on the shoulder, “Well my man, it doesn’t matter if you both are the opposite gender. If you don’t feel anything towards her then you will be comfortable in any kind of situation. Don’t worry I got your back, because I know you’re suck at this so I’ll make the chance so you two can have a talk together,” Oikawa said with a wink at the end.

“Ugh.. I can’t believe I’m getting advice from you… you look a hundred times more annoying right now.” Iwaizumi muttered.

“Rude Iwa-chan~!”

Suddenly people around them were silent and started whispering while looking in a certain direction. Oikawa and Iwaizumi stopped their bickering to try and see what’s going on. Not long after, there are two staff coming out from behind the counter to go to a certain table

“Miss, are you alright?”

“We have a change of clothes if you’d like..”

Iwaizumi pushed himself through the people gathering around the scene and saw that it was you. Your outfit was drenched in supposedly a drink, some of the liquid even splat onto the table and on the floor under too, making a mess.

“Y/n!” Iwaizumi goes into full panic as he runs towards you with Oikawa behind.

When they got to your side, Iwaizumi immediately asked, “What happened?! Are you alright?!”

“Yeah.. just now a guy came up to me and tried to ask for my number. I declined it but he just kept pushing me to do so, and I pissed him off so he threw the drink he was holding at me..” you let out a small laugh.

Iwaizumi gritted his teeth and punched his fist onto the table “Where is he now, that jerk!”

“It’s alright Iwaizumi! He already left. I’ll just go and change now, it’s not like things like this never happen anyways,” you gave him a reassuring smile. Iwaizumi looks at you in shock, “I mean for a stranger to hit on me! They are usually never that aggressive. I'll change now okay.” You said standing up from your seat, following the staff to get your change of cloth.

Iwaizumi let out a deep sigh and began to help clean the mess on the table. He shot a glare towards Oikawa who was just standing on the sideline, “What are you doing standing there trashykawa!”

Oikawa only smiled and shrugged, “I just don’t want to ruin your moment. You’d be a good protective boyfriend Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi only grumbled in response.

After all of that commotion, the three of you still sat down and enjoyed the meal. Even though the staff told you three that the food will be at service, you didn’t think it was necessary so you still have your peaceful lunch with Iwaizumi and Oikawa. The conversation you guys had quickly washed away the tense atmosphere. Oikawa and Iwaizumi talk about the match earlier and how pissed they were that karasuno won. But they seem to be a lot more chill than yesterday so you just laugh it off with them. After that the three of you left the restaurant and walked back to your neighborhood.

You were still talking with Iwaizumi and Oikawa along the way. You seem to not notice but you were talking and smiling towards Iwaizumi more, it has always been like that whenever the three of you hung out. You and Iwaizumi always seem to gravitate towards one another and it’s making Oikawa feel like he’s third wheeling. But he’s not mad though, he finds it cute. Now he’ll just have to give both of them a push.

Oikawa halted his track and cleared his throat, “Guys sorry but I need to go somewhere.”

You and Iwaizumi both stopped talking and stopped your track as well, “Why so sudden, Oikawa?”

“No big deal, I just forgot to buy something my sister asked for. You guys can go home!” Oikawa then lightly put his hand on Iwaizumi’s shoulder, giving him a thumbs up and a big smile, telling him through his head ‘Good luck Iwa-chan!’

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened, mouth went agape, ‘Now?! Wait, I’m not ready yet!’

“Bye you guys~!” Oikawa sprinted to the other direction, leaving Iwaizumi and you alone. ‘Damn that trashykawaaa….’

“Let’s go, Iwaizumi ,” you said softly. Iwaizumi quickly became flustered, “Uhh.. yeah right.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence while continuing the walk. You were looking around as you walked while Iwaizumi on the other hand was in deep thought, thinking of how to use this situation to make his move. His train of thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your sweet voice calling out to him, “Iwaizumi, do you want to drop by the park? There is this small taiyaki stand that I want to try.”

“Sure,” Iwaizumi said with a small smile.

It was a quite chilly day and a gush of wind just so happened to pass through you and Iwaizumi. You didn’t have your long sleeved because it was wet from an earlier accident and was replaced by a short sleeved one provided by the staff from the restaurant. They apologize that they didn’t have a much warmer cloth but you reassure them that it’s fine because your house is close by.

In the midst of trying to keep yourself warm by rubbing the side of your arms, you suddenly felt warmth on your back as a jacket draped over your shoulder. You look to the side to see that Iwaizumi took off his outer jacket and gave it to you, “You look uncomfortable, wear this in the meantime,” Iwaizumi muttered softly, trying to press down his embarrassment.

You felt your cheeks heated up, “T-Thankyou..” you slid your arms into the sleeve to wear his jacket properly. It was obviously too big for you and his scent immediately envelopes you.

The two of you reached the park and your face beamed a smile, “Thank goodness not many people here, the other day the line was quite long so I didn’t get it. Come on, Iwaizumi!” you said as you ran happily towards the stand. He smiled softly at the sight of your small figure on his clothes and followed you.

You both sat on a nearby bench eating your taiyaki, “Ah, it’s warm..” you took a bite and hummed in delight. Iwaizumi's heart flutters upon seeing your cute gestures.

“This really worth 350 yen isn’t it, Iwaizumi---” You looked at Iwaizumi and saw that he’s actually looking at you. You froze and felt your heart beat faster at how Iwaizumi looked at you with such adoreness. You went silent for a few seconds, just looking back at Iwaizumi until you whispered. “Um.. is there something on my face?”

“Yeah.. you’re beautiful,” Iwaizumi said softly with no expression.

“W-What?” you were taken aback.

Iwaizumi sighed and looked down to his hands, he fiddled his fingers as he spoke, “I’m not good at this kind of things.. so um..”

You waited for Iwaizumi to finish as your heart beats faster every second making it hard to breathe.

Iwaizumi grunted and rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-You know how you said that you sometimes.. got hit up by a random guy on the street and um.. I was thinking maybe it’ll be easier to brush them off if you.. you uh.. have a boyfriend…”

Your whole face now is red, “O-Okay..?”

Iwaizumi finally faced you, staring into your eyes, “I-I mean to say—I’ll be your boyfriend!”

You went silent and you only stared at him with your mouth agape.

“I have always been so flustered whenever I’m with you, and without noticing I get jealous when a guy approaches you, like I was so mad earlier when a guy—no, I’ll get mad at whoever did something like that to you. So uh.. I’ll be your boyfriend.. if you’d like… so I can always be there for you..” he trailed off towards the end.

You were so taken aback that you just fell silent. Iwaizumi covered his face from embarrassment, “Argh.. that is such an uncute way of confessing, I’m sorry I don’t---”

Suddenly you let out a laugh, Iwaizumi removed his hand from his face to look at you with a pout, “Don’t laugh at me!”

“Sorry sorry! But you are just so cute. I can’t believe you can be this cute,” you said with a smile still plastered on your face.

Iwaizumi grunted, “S-So.. what’s your answer?”

“Hmm.. but I’m kinda upset that you beat me into confessing..”

Iwaizumi’s head snapped towards you, “Wait what?”

“Last night I actually wanted to confess to you, but I thought that the timing would be bad so I’m thinking when I should do it. But it turns out you confess the day after. So I guess I shouldn’t worry too much about you,” you said giggling.

“Well, I guess you do always made me feel better,”

You both fell silent again. Iwaizumi nervously spoke again, “So.. are you saying yes?”

You smiled, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “Of course~”

Iwaizumi slumped down on his seat, face already overheated, “I guess I have to get used to this..”

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a/n : arrgghh i can’t believe i finish this, more iwa-chan fics will be coming soon because he’s a precious man :D

#haikyuu #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi oneshot #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi hajime

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lovecanbesostrange · 3 years ago

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Okay, for the poor people on the Ruby Lucas Harem Discord suffering because of this ask (x) on konako’s tumblr that lead to things (including this fanart x), I have this wild scene out of context.

Mary Margaret was sitting at her desk, updating her chemistry flashcards. Ruby was sitting on her bed cross-legged staring at her laptop screen, waiting for this English essay to write itself.

“Ugh,” Ruby groaned and let herself fall backwards. Out of habit she put her hands to her face, but winced when her fingers touched the band aid over her eyebrow. It’s been five days.

A knock on the door made them both turn. They usually could tell who it was by the exact sound of the knock. Like Charming had one hard knock followed by two quick ones or Mulan knocked four times in a specific rhythm. So whoever this was, was more than unexpected. Ruby drew in a sharp breath. She had heard back from the police yesterday that there would be no criminal charges, but they both knew something else would arise from this.

Mary Margaret looked at her, then turned her chair to fully face the door and Ruby got back up again. “Come in.”

“Hallo. Good, you’re here.”

“Mom!” Mary Margaret was up in a second and gave her mother a hug. “I didn’t know you’d be coming.”

Eva hugged her back, but despite the smile on her face, her voice already made them realize this was not a fun surprise visit. “I didn’t know I would be here today either.” The hug ended and she stepped into the room, her gaze landing on Ruby. “I got some news last night and suddenly I was in my car this morning.”

Mary Margaret glanced at the clock. It was a twelve hours drive with good traffic, so Eva must’ve gotten behind the wheel around 4am.

“Hi…” Ruby busied herself closing her laptop and didn’t look up.

“Honey,” Eva stroked Mary Margaret’s hair, “would you mind giving us the room? I want to talk to Ruby.”

“Sure.” Mary Margaret glanced between the two and then grabbed her things from the desk. “I’m down the hall in the common area.” When she passed Eva she whispered: “Don’t be too harsh on her, please.”

That made Eva smile. Her daughter knew exactly why she was here, but she looked out for her friend. These girls always had each other’s back and knowing they were loyal like that, dragging each other out of trouble, was certainly a good thing.

Eva took the vacant chair and rolled herself over a bit towards Ruby’s bed. “So.”

Ruby slowly looked up. Eva took in the bandaid and she could see a faint red line indicating that her lip must have been busted. Trying to hide one hand with the other was a giveaway that her knuckles were bruised as well. Eva had to breathe slowly. A part of her wanted to grab Ruby by the shoulders and shake the whole story out of her. She wanted to yell about irresponsibilties, the futility of violence and all the consequences physical assault could come with. The bigger part of her wanted to cradle her like the 9 year old she sometimes still saw, who confessed to lying about her home address, as if not having loving parents was her personal failing.

“I was at dinner with friends last night and suddenly got asked if I heard about the ruckus on campus. I was really surprised when I was shown this tiny article about a football player beating up another student. And it took me two phone calls to find out it was you.”

“I’m sorry,” Ruby murmured towards the blanket she was sitting on, playing with the seam of her sweatpants.

“For what?” Eva tried to keep her voice as neutral as possible. She had felt every emotion during the long drive and had played out many versions of this conversation. But sitting in this room she realized none of those would work.

Ruby furrowed her brows and finally looked up. “Beating up that guy, of course?” It was a bit more of a question than a statement. The question had rattled her. There was so much to be sorry for though. The beating, losing her temper at all, making Regina worry that night already, not doing so great in classes lately, clinging to Snow, making her team suffer… oh, wait. “Also for not calling… I guess…”

The board said that her mother, Anita, would be notified of this by mail. That was her home address, her contact, but maybe this was why Eva was here. The Blanchards had always cared, but now she was in college, she wasn’t a kid anymore, she had to do these things by herself. But maybe, just maybe they should have called. “I shouldn’t have put this on Snow alone… she should’ve talked to you…”

“Ruby, no.” Eva got up and sat down on the bed, gesturing Ruby to scoot over next to her. “Sure, I’m disappointed-”

The word stung and Ruby interjected immediately. “I’m sorry. I messed up, but I promise Snow wasn’t even there and I won’t-”

“Stop!” Eva took Ruby’s hands, now seeing the bruises already turning yellow, showing the passage of time already. “I am disappointed you didn’t call. And I’m glad to hear Mary wasn’t involved, but I wanted to know anyway. Because of you. I care about you. And this is serious. I know…” She paused and slowed down, knowing the next thing would hurt, but after all these years, Eva needed to say it out loud. “I know your mom doesn’t take good care of you, I know you feel like she doesn’t care at all and I honestly don’t know if she does. But I do. I am not your mother, but I care.”

The dam broke and Ruby started to cry. Eva took her into her arms and immediately Ruby clung to her. It was weird that Eva had seen the aftermath of Ruby crying quite a few times over the years, but rarely had she shed tears in front of her. Maybe Eva should have made her before, pushed her a little bit towards that to hammer it home that she cared and that she would be there for her. Just the same she had hugged Mary Margaret after break-ups, over bruised knees, bad grades, and other bad news.

“I’m sorry for everything”, Ruby got out between sobs. Her tears stained Eva’s blouse already. “I didn’t mean to… I don’t want to hurt people… I swear I want to be good.”

There was more, but it was hard to decipher it all and Eva let her cry, rubbing circles on her back. Getting the full story would take time, that was for sure. All she could do now was to reassure Ruby. “I know you’re good, you just made a mistake. People make mistakes.”

Eva looked over Ruby’s shoulder and saw her pinboard. A few pictures were on it and she immediately recognized one taken the time she and Leopold had taken the girls to Six Flags. They had ridden all the rollercoasters until they were practically green in the face. It had also been the day she had seen Ruby at her most carefree. There was one photo of Ruby with her Grandmother, a woman Eva had met only once. Anita was nowhere to be found on the wall.

A group shot looked nice. Eva recognized David from the pictures Mary Margaret had sent her, but couldn’t even guess who the others were. It was a bit sad living too far away to meet all these people, because she had made it a point to know Mary Margaret’s friends in school by face and name. Mulan, Belle, August, Robin, Jasmin, Anna, Aurora… so many names. She smiled at the picture in the corner that showed Ruby in her team uniform, helmet in hand. A candid shot, her elbow resting on the shoulder of another girl. Or maybe it was young woman now.

Eva turned a bit to catch a glimpse of Mary Margaret’s pinboard. Cluttered with far more pictures, flyers and notes. They shared a room, they had shared the most parts of their lives for the past 11 years and yet there still was such a noticeable difference.

Ruby started to calm down and when she let go, Eva leaned forward to get tissues out of her bag. “Can you tell me your version of the story now? All I know is that you were provoked and sent a boy to the hospital. The article said something about questionable self-defense.”

“There are no criminal charges,” Ruby said after blowing her nose. “He said something to my friend. Insulted her. And he wouldn’t stop, calling her… the c-word… and when he touched me, I lost it.”

“He was in the hospital,” she prompted.

“For a broken arm.” A pause. “A broken nose.” Ruby looked at Eva again. “He lost a tooth. And has some more bruises than I do. He was on the ground fast…”

Eva put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “I have no problem believing you would defend any of your friends like that. But you must have hit him pretty hard.” Ruby nodded, the shame was visible. “Tell me the truth. Has this happened before? Because what I can’t believe is that you would pound someone when he’s already down. Something else is going on and I want to know if that will happen again.”

Ruby pressed her palms against the mattress and slid away a bit. Eva could hear - and even see - her breathing pick up. This was almost all the confirmation she needed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Has it happened before, yes or no?”

“Yes.”

Silence fell.

Eva closed her eyes. This was the thing she had feared. Because either Ruby had lost it very big time and the paper didn’t cover the big scoop behind it. Or something had been going on and she had been blind to it. And she needed to hear this from Ruby herself either way.

“When?”

“Back in high school… it was… at junior prom…”

Eva scrambled her brain. She remembered Mary Margaret having a date and giving her one more motherly talk about safe sex that had left her daughter bright red in the face. She also remembered that date bringing her home even before curfew and that Mary Margaret had been not very talkative that night. She had sworn nothing bad had happened with him and Eva only suspected that they’d had a stupid teen argument. There was nothing too remarkable about that. Had she seen Ruby the next day? She couldn’t recall.

While she was thinking, Ruby went on hesitantly. “This boy Peter had asked me out… from the hockey team… but it… it was all a prank… some of those guys wanted to like… set me up for a joke… and... “ She quickly glanced up and right back down again. “It wasn’t as bad, he had bruises and a swollen eye. Snow was there to stop me and we all agreed to not tell anyone. I apologized to him though. And it all… it was… like now… just more… it wasn’t just Whale being a dick to my friend, it’s… everything is so much sometimes and I explode.”

This was less surprising to hear than Eva cared to admit. “Have you ever hurt somebody with intention?”

Ruby shook her head. Her voice was broken. “One time… but only one time… I shoved Snow… I swear it was only once… I yelled at her and shoved her and the second I had done that… I apologized immediately and I never ever intended to hurt anybody.” She looked at Eva again. “Least of all her. I swear.” For this she held eye contact as long as she could.

Eva reached out touching her hand that was clenched around the edge of the mattress. “Thank you for being honest.”

There were a lot of details Eva wanted to know about, but this had been hard enough on Ruby. And now they had time to figure things out. But she had revealed a bright spot. “No criminal charges, you said?”

Ruby nodded. “The police seem very uninterested. And any civil things… well, I need to worry about what the board decides. My… friend said her family will keep things on the down-low.” She squirmed a bit.

“Who is this friend?”

“Regina Mills.”

“Mills? Oh.” Of all the people to get in a fight for, this was probably the luckiest choice. Although it didn’t sit right with Eva that there might be things going to circumvent what law dictated. But she also knew that worse people got away with far worse behavior and Ruby deserved to have one strike with minimal consequences. Even if this was technically her second. “I have looked up a few therapists in town already. I nee-”

“I’m seeing the campus therapist already. But I blew off a few appointments and I get that I shouldn’t.” Eva looked over at Mary Margaret’s bed at that. “Yes, Snow made me. She went with me the first time even.”

“What else are you girls keeping from me?” That came out more judgmental than she meant to. “I know you’re growing up, but you’re still kids to me. I always thought you knew you can come to me with problems.”

“Sorry.”

Eva scooted closer again and put her arm around Ruby’s shoulder. “Enough with the apologies. I know you’re a good kid. I remember you kept Mary from starting to smoke, so that’s something.”

“You know about that?” Ruby looked at her bewildered.

“I am a mom after all and some things I do pick up. You didn’t like it, because you’re an athlete, right?”

“Yeah, it’s super shitty for your lungs and I told her it was uncool.”

Eva laughed. “Wish that would work on Leo and his cigars. But thanks for that. I know you two look out for each other. But I will have to chew out my daughter for keeping a few too many secrets.” Ruby tensed up a bit. “What? Something else I need to know?”

“No…” She dragged the syllable out, dragging her toes over the floor.

“Ruby, I just said you can tell me. That is all I want from you, the truth. And we can work anything out from there.”

“But… what if…” She crossed her arms in front of chest, bracing herself. “What if… I’m not who you think I am?”

“You’re Ruby Lucas. You’re the best friend of my daughter, almost more like a sister. You worked your butt off to get here and you work hard to be the best version of you. I know you even send some of that money home you make at the gas station. Because you care so much about people you love, like your grandmother. I know you are a good person, even though you keep way too much inside. But we can work on that now.” She gave Ruby a kiss on the head, like she would with Mary Margaret. “What could be so bad about you?”

“I’m… I think… I’m gay.” Ruby breathed out that last word and was one tense muscle in Eva’s half embrace.

Eva looked at the pinboard again. The picture with Ruby smiling while leaning on the other girl. It clicked. On top of everything else, this secret had weighed Ruby down. She sure had enough reasons to be angry at the world already. This wasn’t something Eva had prepared for, so she just brought around her other arm to pull Ruby closer. “I want you to be happy and in love.” Finally she felt Ruby breathe in again.

((I just have to stop myself here. This could go on and on and on and on otherwise. Because I already know Eva is gonna take them out to dinner, insisting on meeting David. She gets a hotel room nearby. Of course Snow offers to let her sleep in the dorm but “Honey, that’s kind, but no. So much no to sleeping in a dorm bed.” And she freshens up a bit and passes a book store, where her eye is caught by a pride display and she gets a bracelet with a tiny rainbow flag, two actually, she wears one and gives the other to Ruby, because well, she doesn’t know exactly what to say, but this will definitely not make her think less of her!! Eva is the silent MVP of the story.))

#gender mix football AU #(where nobody gives a fuck about football)#Ruby Lucas #(sorry for spamming the tag - come to the server to yell at me about it)#this fic would be 100k words at this point already - sorry I don't have actual writing stamina for that #konako #somehow it's her fault - and the demons circling her inbox #lazylaziel #if only you knew what you started... even though it's so far removed by now... sorry #$!#RRCAU

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