#which. huge compliment. genuine honor to make people happy and smile and laugh

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[yostresswritinggirl]

Ik your request is off, but when your request is open can u write dating headcanons with Kazuha ? I like your works so much which is y i send u a request hehe

No rush please take care author-nim :'D

This is a long time coming, but I’m glad to know that you’re still a Kazuha simp even after all this time ahahha thank you for your kind words and I hope you like this!!

Kazuha Dating Headcanons

How it’s like “being with” the fugitive wandering samurai. (masterlist)

Beforehand

The whole dating thing is entirely dependent on when you met or known Kazuha. So for this one, we establish that you and Kazuha are friends even before he became a fugitive.

Your clan and the Kaedahara clan are known to be close, and that’s how you’ve known your childhood friend. You’re always together during the peace time of Inazuma, sometimes getting into trouble due to his wayfaring nature.

Your family tried desperately to help the Kaedahara clan with their financial issues but it wasn’t exactly enough to maintain such a large clan. Soon enough the samurai clan lost its power, and what remains of their abode became foreign as a more powerful clan reclaimed it.

But despite all of that, Kazuha’s happiness is your main priority and you’re relieved that despite the misfortune the young master felt more freer than ever. He leaves the sheltered life behind with the promise to visit you as frequent as he could.

And that he does, even when the vision hunt decree was enacted, even when it’s unsafe to be near the area where many eyes can identify him, Kazuha always kept his promises to visit and spend time with. And thankfully, with the history of your clans, your family are still ever so welcoming to his presence.

You even met his newfound friend (and his adorable cat!) during one of his visits, and Kazuha felt all the heaviness on his shoulders disappear when you two hit it off instantly! And after that visit he received a pat on the back and a thumbs up from his friend, telling him that he got his blessing.

This caused said friend to get smacked over the head by a flustered Anemo boy.

So when the news that he perished after issuing a duel before the throne came to you, the pain was just as bad as Kazuha’s anguish. That night you huddled together in the comforts of your room, weeping over your friend and the danger Kazuha now faces. Somehow all the peaceful times blurred into nothingness, the period of darker times and complications marked that day.

But you despite it all, Kazuha is still the honest man that he is, and he will fulfill his promises to the end: for you, for him, and for his slumbering friend.

Courting

Kazuha is a man of words and custom. Sometimes you think that his passion for poetry and wit were the things that made you fall for him, and he thought it was the best method to confess to someone as honorable as you.

So, yes, it was Kazuha who first confessed through a lengthy, poetic love letter that he left after sleeping over one night, something that he had planned many weeks ago yet kept to himself. Why would you want to be with someone who has nothing to his name? A person that you can’t spend time with freely, who prioritizes his selfish desire to be a vagabond than stay longer with you?

These thoughts stayed with him throughout the week that he avoided coming to your house and still lingered as he begrudgingly trudged up the hill to where your estate is, expecting the rejection at the sight of you waiting for him at the balcony of your room, his usual point of entry.

“YOU!” Kazuha was taken aback by the angry finger pointed at him, he was expecting something else, something sadder or guilty perhaps. Anger isn’t one of them - oh yeah, he did avoid you for a week, didn’t he? “You have the guts to drop this-” the sight of the letter in your hand made him physically recoil, “and then disappear for a week like nothing happened?! Come up here right now or I’m dropkicking your ass!”

Hurriedly, in main concern of your well-being, Kazuha used his elemental skill to jump up to the balcony - where he was met by a tight hug and you reciprocating his feelings. He hugs back in relief, before being smacked over the head for what he did.

Kazuha carries his hobby with him when you started dating, when you told him how nice it was and how you always feel flustered when it’s directed at you. Poetry, haikus, letters complimenting everything he loves about you when he knows it will take a while for him to come back. You have a special box filled with all his notes. And your favorite one:

My love is a butterfly Flies from hither to stay here forever In love and true perfection

On worse days when he’s there, at night he brings comfort by playing with his leaf, a skill of leaf-blowing he picked up from his travels and perfected for your sake. When there are times when you couldn’t sleep properly, he’s always there to pluck a leaf from the trees outside, playing a tune until you find the right comfort to rest. Usually in the company of his arms.

Kazuha absolutely loves cooking for you! When rare days comes that he is able to visit during daytime he likes to demonstrate his cooking skills, always assuring that he gets the freshest ingredients for you to eat. They’re barely a miss, like he knows your taste more than you. He takes a mental note of your favorites, your reactions and of course, your honest feedback.

The next time he comes over, he has enough to feed your family. Sometimes you feel your clan loves him more than you did.

When there are interesting things he’d encountered during his travels, he’s sure to tell you the best of them! These moments are like subtle nudges of him to convince you to join him on his adventures, enticing you with his stories to a life full of meaning and excitement out there.

More often than not at the end of his story sessions, despite knowing that it isn’t safe for you to go out (with or without him) he’ll always have this soft look in his eyes as he looks at you, smile so soft as he looks at you like a daydream, “I can’t wait to be with you out there.”

Kazuha loves it when he gets a reaction from you, whether it be your happiness or relief as he ascends to your home, genuine curiosity over his tales, the embarrassment when he makes a move, or even the worry when he comes back looking a little worse for wear.

Traveling with Kazuha

You’ve always lived a semi-sheltered life in Inazuma due to your protective clan, with your interaction mostly focused with the villagers of your area and the people in your estate. When the decree started, you barely go out now, your people feared that your Vision would be taken away if the Tenryou Commission were to see you.

It was also the main reason why despite Kazuha’s desire to show you a whole new world out there, he couldn’t ever prioritize his own feelings over your safety. It was also one of the main reasons he joined the Resistance: to make a better world for you so that he can be with you in a free world.

However, one day, a clan that’s in the favor of the Vision Hunt Decree snitched on you to the Tenryou Commission. And you were almost captured (as the only Vision holder in your clan) if not for Kazuha arriving at the last minute, fighting them off before escaping with you.

Your family was able to contact him before everything escalated, and decided that it was far more safer for you to be with him than stay at your clan. And so became your current life with Kazuha.

With a favor, Kazuha managed to get you to join the Crux Fleet. And it took a whole month before everyone (including Beidou) to find out about your relationship. This quiet boy? In a relationship with you?! Everyone calmly lost their shit, and there was a drinking party on board (for the rowdy adults).

It was warm, carefree and exciting. Despite your previous worries about the life you left behind, next to Kazuha in the middle of the ocean, somehow things ended up alright. Better even.

You jive with everyone quite well, especially with Beidou - the woman loves you to bits! Teasing you, pulling you around after finding out your backstory, as Kazuha awkwardly follows from behind in silence.

Whenever you’re around, Kazuha’s demure demeanor completely vanishes, from the mysterious kid that the crew didn’t know the name of for weeks turns into a rambunctious teen that’s only purpose is to make you crack a smile or laugh.

He is so down bad, everyone but you notices this, and soon he too became a huge target for teasing.

You’ve realized too that Kazuha smells a lot like the nature around him, sometimes the sea salt from the sea that you spend most of your days on, to the maple leaves of the forest near the docks of the cities you land in, or the musky, earthly scent of the mountains that you both trek.

Kazuha likes to be by your side every second of the day, as long as possible. And oh does he love teaching you things about the outside world, like how to tell the weather, the constellations in the sky, the inner workings of the ship.

He’s like a lovesick puppy trailing behind you. Sometimes he had to be physically removed away from you to help out on the ship, and the unlucky crew member who drags him away during a particularly bad mood gets the worst glare in their life. If they try to tell it to the others, the crew won’t believe him.

Kazuha Kaedahara had always been fascinated by you, and now that you’re here with him, he wouldn’t pass up to spend every second together. Anywhere in the world, with him you’ll be safe.

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“Double Feature” - #SeblaineWeek2020

Written for Seblaine Week 2020 – Power Couple

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Blaine getting his first feature on Broadway.com and Sebastian being part of the interview. Also, since Santana was one of my favorite characters on Glee and Naya Riveras sudden death and the thought of her baby boy really breaks my heart, in honor of Naya I gave her character a special place in this fic. I hope she feels the love.

“Sebastian, I can’t find my other shoe! Have you seen my other shoe?” Sebastian sighs and puts his phone down. He has been ready for a good 15 minutes, waiting for Blaine to get dressed.

“Sebastian!”

He gets up to go their bedroom where he finds Blaine frantically searching through his closet, shirt still unbuttoned and halfway tucked into his pants. And right there, next to their bed, the missing shoe. He goes over and bends down, grabbing the shoe and handing it to Blaine. There is a nervous energy bouncing from his boyfriend that he hasn’t seen since they moved in with each other six months ago, a year after he came back from Paris.

“B, it’s only an interview, you’ve done this before, remember?” He sees Blaine’s eyes widen in shock.

“Excuse you, it’s not only an interview, Sebastian! It’s my very first feature for Broadway.com, it is huge to get this at my age!”

Sebastian holds up his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean it like that, I know it’s a big deal. But didn’t you say you talked to the journalist on the phone and she seemed rather nice? Isn’t she even kind of a fan?”

Blaine frowns. “She seemed very nice. Very familiar and impressed with my work, yes. But she’s not a fan, I think if she was, she would not be allowed to do that interview in the first place. Some kind of journalistic standards or something…”

“Makes sense”, Sebastian agrees. “You ready now?”

“Yes!”, Blaine beams at him and starts to make his was down the corridor while he buttons up his shirt. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go, we have an interview to give, Seb!”

  When they arrive at the hotel, there are a few fans outside. They still have a few minutes and Blaine usually goes out of his way to take care of his fans – signs t-shirts and Playbills, smiles for pictures and accepts compliments with a shy smile. Sebastian is usually pretty annoyed when strangers approach him. He doesn’t get as much attention as Blaine, his bit of modeling for fashion magazines more a hobby he gets paid for than a career path he wants to follow full-time. No, he is really happy with his position at the advertisement agency he started with Hunter and Beat four months ago. It had taken a while to get everything worked out, their personalities clashing in more than one way, but in the end they each found their places in the general construct of their firm.

Still, Blaine always seems to have a soft spot for his admirers, his smile big, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and awe that someone recognizes him and likes him enough to want to talk to him.

After the small group of people seems satisfied for the moment, Blaine makes his excuses, turns around and grabs Sebastian’s hand. Together, they enter the hotel and look around. On a table in a quieter area of the lobby two women, one of them with short brown hair, olive skin and a camera bag in her lap. The other woman has long, dark red hair and silver rimmed glasses, pen and paper sitting in front of her on the table. As if she feels Sebastian’s gaze, she looks up and her face breaks out in a genuine smile. He pulls Blaine closer to the table when he sees the redhead get up and take a few steps in their direction.

 “Blaine Anderson! It’s so good to finally meet you, I really am happy that we could both make this work”, she says shaking Blaine’s hand. Then she looks at Sebastian. “And you must be Sebastian Smythe, right? I loved your latest shooting for Vogue, you look very great in black and white – or, well”, she looks him up and down, “in color, too, obviously.” She smiles at him. A little superficial, Sebastian thinks, but he’s not one to turn down a compliment.

“I’m Alexandra – Alex is fine – and this is Chiara, my photographer. Please, sit down, guys!”

They both sit down on the table as Chiara gets up to adjust the setting for the pictures later.

“I’m well aware that you are kind of a pro by now in giving interviews but just let me talk you through how I do it: I have a colorful bunch of questions prepared for you but if you can’t answer one of the right away, take your time or let me rephrase it – this isn’t television and we are not daily business, we have a lot more time than my colleagues in the news usually do”, she says and smiles cheekily. “I try to take notes during our conversation, so there might be some pauses in between when I finish writing after you finished talking and I say this because it’s okay and it doesn’t have to feel awkward. It should take about an hour, then I’ll hand you to the very talented Chiara for some photos. As soon as we are done with the article and everything is approved by my bosses and ready to be printed – which should be in, I don’t know, 2 or 3 weeks, probably– I’ll e-mail you the quotes I used for fact checking. We have limited space to I’d be very grateful if you wouldn’t use that to rewrite the whole story”, she laughs, “but if there is something I didn’t get right or where you have the feeling I misunderstood when I tried to make sense of my thousands of pages of writings – please let me know. Oookay, that’s it, I guess. Any more questions before we begin?”

Alex looks at them expectantly. She has light blue eyes, framed long lashes that can be seen through her glasses and Sebastian thinks, maybe she really is different from all those more-paparazzi-than-journalists-bimbos that try to turn everything into a scandal who Sebastian meets occasionally.

“Okay, then. First of all, Blaine – wait, is it alright if I call you by your first name? Good, great. So, Blaine, your first big Broadway-show just came to an end for you – is there a way to describe how that feels?”

Blaine sits up a little straighter. His nerves might have calmed down when Alex explained how this things would go but Sebastian sees his fingers fidgeting with his sleeves. Sebastian grabs his right hand and slips his fingers through. He receives a thankful smile.

“It’s definitely hard to put it into words. I’m incredibly sad to leave the cast and I loved the role of Ryan. But there is also this side of me that wants to explore and try new things and is excited for what’s to come. Both sides are fighting a war inside of me, seriously, and the jury’s still out on who will win”, Blaine laughs nervously.

“Talking about new things: Rumor has it your newest project reunites you with one of your old friends from Ohio, TV-star Santana Lopez?”

“Yes! I guess, it’s official now, so I can finally talk about it. Santana and I will work together for a short film and she’ll actually come live with us for the 2 months which are planned for shooting. She usually lives in LA and we all know, New York rents are high, so we offered. It will be…” Blaine hesitates and shoots a look at Sebastian. “It will be interesting to live with her, I think.”

Alex’ head peaks up and she stops scribbling. “That was a very meaningful look there. What’s the story? Not so happy with your decision anymore?”

Sebastian smiles. “No, that’s not it. Santana is just a wild ride and some people – “ He looks at Blaine. “Some people might dare to say that we are very similar in certain ways and that together we can be quite a lot.”

Blaine sighs and grins. “Seriously, we both love her, she’s so much fun but Santana and Seb have a special kind of relationship founded on deep respect for each other’s wit and snotty remarks. And when they really start with their banter, they can be a lot to take in and you better get out of their way.”

“Yet”, Alex says, “you offered her to stay with you. So, there must be something you like in her?”

“Oh, there is so much I admire about her! I mean, she’s fierce, she doesn’t take crap from anyone and she really taught me to advocate for myself. When we went to school together, we weren’t extremely close but she was always there, you know? No matter what. Maybe with a loving insult on her lips but deep inside she really cared. I think, that’s probably why we stayed in touch even when I transferred back to my old school.” With each phrase Blaine had gotten more excited which ended with him now sitting on the edge of his chair, leaning in and supporting himself with his elbow on the table.

Alex seems amused by this sudden outburst but she doesn’t say anything. “Since we’re talking about your school life, you transferred three times in four years of high school, right?”

Blaine nods.

“That seems like a lot…”

Blaine blushes lightly but holds her gaze. “Yes, I guess it does when you see it written down on a paper. To be honest, I don’t think about it like that. For me, it was the right decision every single time I made it. I spend most of my high school time at Dalton Academy in Westerville, though, the same school Seb attended and the school were we fell in love with each other. After a lot of high school rivalry and Sebastian being a stupid brat – “, he smiles, “and me being stubborn and a little careless, maybe, but in the end, we found each other and that’s what matters.”

“A stupid brat, huh?” Alex laughs.

“A stupid brat. You may quote that”, Blaine confirms with a cheeky glance to Sebastian. Sebastian just huffs. He still feels uncomfortable when his asshole-actions of his lesser glory high school days are mentioned.

“So, what about the other two schools? When Dalton obviously seems to be so important to you.”

“It is. Well, I attended William McKinley High School in Lima between Dalton and Westerville Central High before I went to Dalton. It’s not easy for me to tell this but I transferred to Dalton after some stupid people decided that being openly gay in Ohio was obviously something that could be punched out of someone and they tried that theory on me, so to speak.” Blaine lowers his gaze. He sounds angry more than still hurt. Sebastian squeezes his hand and slides as close as he can in his chair.

Alex stops scribbling and looks at Blaine with wide eyes full of empathy like she understands what Blaine is admitting out of a sudden. She puts down her pen and paper. “Blaine, if you need a minute…? And remember, you can just say, you don’t want to answer and we’ll go on.” She looks genuinely sorry that she touched such a delicate subject by accident.

Blaine takes a deep breath and sits up straight again. “No, it’s okay. Please, I want to tell this story.” Alex takes her pen again and nods. “Okay. So, what do you mean when you say that someone tried to punch being gay out of you?”

Sebastian feels Blaine’s fingers tremble a little but his voice is strong when he tells Alex the story of the Sadie Hawkins dance.

It was one of the little secrets Blaine whispered to him years ago in the comfort of the dark when they were laying squeezed into his small bed in the Dalton dorms. Back then, he couldn’t see but feel the tears rolling down Blaine’s cheek silently when he told him about the flashbacks he kept having for weeks afterwards, how he flinched when anyone touched him and about Dalton’s strict bullying-police that made him feel secure for the first time in forever when he actually saw it executed 2 weeks after he started at the school. He told him about the Warblers, the brothers who took care of his fractured mind and heart after his broken bones were already healed, about Wes and David who Sebastian had never met, about confidence and unconditional support he was given when he finally started singing and playing piano again. And if Sebastian felt a little more shitty than the already did for how he used the grief and hurt of exactly those brothers after Blaine left, well, he tried to make up for it by tugging Blaine a little closer, holding him a little tighter and brushing away stray tears with his thumb.

Sebastian shakes his head to push the thoughts away just in time as he’s asked “And then you met Blaine and fell for him on first sight? Because, seriously, I could get that, I saw pictures of him in that cute navy blue uniform. Although, the hair, Blaine…?” Sebastian laughs and ruffles through Blaine’s curls with his right hand. Blaine dips his head and glares at him, trying to smooth it down again.

“Yeah, the hair was something. And in hindsight, you might be right, maybe I did fall for him the minute I saw him standing in that Dalton common room door. But to be honest, I wasn’t very fond with the idea of love back then and Blaine was ridiculously in love with someone else. So, as much as there may have been a certain spark or something, we weren’t really ready then. When Blaine came back to Dalton – per my insistence, I might add, there might have been an impromptu song accompanied by a not so impromptu performance – we started becoming friends again. But it took us months to finally admit that we were more than that, to be ready to be more than that.” Sebastian smiles at Blaine and when he sees that mushy expression on his boyfriend’s face he gets every single time when Sebastian tells the story on how they fell in love, he leans forward and kisses him softly. Wow, okay, that was a first, they’re usually never that affectionate in professional settings.

 “Gosh, you guys are too cute… Umm, talking about being ready and cute: We talked a lot about your past today, what about your future? Any romantic news?” Alex smiles sweetly and bats her eyes. It takes everything in Sebastian to not roll his.

“If you’re asking if there will be any wedding bands decorating or hands any time soon, I have to tell you… who knows, we’ll see.” Sebastian smirks at her and she smirks back: “That’s not a ‘No’, so I guess I’ll keep an eye out for any rings.”

Blaine intervenes. “What Sebastian means is that we are very happy how things are right now. Seb is starting his own business, I’m very lucky to be in that short movie with Santana and we’ll go from there. I mean… marriage is definitely on the agenda at some point, so sooner or later, yes, you’ll see wedding bands.”

Little does Blaine know about the small velvet box in Sebastian’s dresser, buried in socks and burning a whole in Sebastian’s mental pocket because, yes, there will be a proposal. He just has to work up the courage to actually ask.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Area 51: The Raid

Based on this post: https://strickenwithclairvoyance.tumblr.com/post/186397436216/uh-fbiarea-51-au-wherein-virgil-is-logans-fbi Warnings: Gun mentions, (very) mild swearing, Logan being very very sassy, Virgil has Big Crush (tell me if I should add anything!) Pairing: Analogical Author’s note: Should I write a part two for this? Idk. I trust y’all who read it to tell me what to do. Tags for those who asked: @strickenwithclairvoyance @an-absolute-failure

   Virgil stifled a yawn, keeping his grip on his gun while he raised his free hand to cover his mouth. Patrol duty. Most boring job in the roster.

   Well, that wasn’t completely true. Until recently, FBI monitoring had been fun. He only had one charge at the moment, since he was also on the patrol schedule, and he was always interesting. Whether he was searching up something crazy sounding enough Virgil almost should have called it in, or performing an experiment with his laptop open and catching every explosion and success, Logan Berry was exciting to watch.

   Within the past few weeks, however, things had drastically changed. Logan was on his laptop less and less, and when he was on, it was for mundane searches. He had even taped over his camera, leaving Virgil only to watch his search history, which sucked.

   Not that he missed seeing that cute, concentrated face- no, that would be a conflict of interest. He’d be reassigned. He was just annoyed that he couldn’t see if Logan was building a bomb or anything.

   Yep. Perfectly understandable work reasons.

   He hadn’t been on at all for the last three days, and Virgil had been trying to pretend he wasn’t, since he was his only ticket out of extra patrols. He had avoided getting more placements in the schedule, but he couldn’t hide behind his screen for forever.

   At the very least, Virgil figured, it was a historic day to be on patrol. September twentieth. The day the internet said it would storm the base. Not that he believed it, but the way some of the younger soldiers buzzed by him with nervous energy was an amusing sight.

   Virgil had just risked a glance at his watch- fifteen minutes left before his break- when he heard the squeal of warning sirens. Glancing up, he saw the lights had flashed on as well.

   He scrambled to pull out his communicator, the screen lighting up with an impossible number of red dots. Enemies on the horizon.

   Or, in this case, internet browsers who did not fear death.

   Warnings were blaring alongside reminders that this was a shoot on-sight base, and to not hesitate to pull the trigger. Numbers and codes and squadrons were listed off on where they were to go. Virgil practically deflated in relief when he heard his section was called to defend the interior of the base.

   He didn’t want to shoot anyone- Virgil was an agent who mostly watched a monitor all day and complained about walking; he could kill but he really would rather not. Keeping that in mind, Virgil picked a random hallway, heading down it until he found one that dead-ended in a huge, metal door with three different types of locks on it.

   Virgil nodded as he stationed himself in front of the door. No one would be getting down here.

   After a few minutes, the sirens shut off, the lights still flashing in warning. At the end of the hall, it was nearly dead silent as the red light bounced on and off of him. Virgil didn’t like this corner very much, but if it meant no dealing with people, he could work with it.

   Apparently, he had been too assured of his spot too soon. In the silent hall, the sound of metal cracking from above rang out like gunfire. Virgil aimed his weapon in the direction of the noise, training kicking in and stopping him from shaking as the movement stopped somewhere only a few feet in front of him. The sound of metal clanging against metal sounded loudly before a vent cover fell down and crashed in front of Virgil.

   He was proud to say he barely flinched as he held his gun at the opening.

   After a moment of silence, someone dropped down from the ducts, swinging off the edge and hitting the ground so flawlessly Virgil thought a leaf dropping to the ground would have been louder. Whoever they were, they were facing the wrong direction, allowing Virgil to only see the brown-yellow cape they were sporting.

   Virgil tightened his grip but didn’t say anything. If they started walking away, he’d call them out, but for the moment he treasured the possible element of surprise.

   The stranger stood in place for a moment, seemingly getting their bearings, before their cape began to swirl as they turned towards Virgil. He adjusted his grip on the gun one final time as they faced him, hood of their cloak in their eyes.

   “Hold still! Put your hands on your head and do not move!” Virgil barked automatically. The stranger jerked, clearly startled, before calmly doing as they were told. Virgil gestured with his weapon.

   “If it makes you feel better, sir, I’m not armed.” The stranger told him, voice surprisingly controlled. “Got a smoke bomb on my hip if you want that.”

   Virgil knew he probably should have taken it, but the stranger seemed to understand the chance of him getting shot was high enough the risk to grab the bomb wouldn’t be worth it. He gestured with his weapon. “Lose the hood.”

   The stranger nodded curtly in understanding, slowly raising his hands a few inches to hook the edge of the hood with his thumbs, flicking it off before placing his hands back down on perfectly slicked back, dark brown hair.

   Virgil’s eyes widened. “Logan?”

   Logan’s eyes widened as well. “Excuse me, do I know you?”

   “Uh, no, you wouldn’t.” Virgil responded, shaking his head once, trying to focus on the situation. “What the Hell are you doing breaking in here?”

   “Research study.” Logan responded.

   “To see how fast you can get shot?”

   “To see what technology and, possibly, what sort of life the government has access to.” Logan responded evenly. “This is a serious inquiry. I wish you’d treat it as such.”

   Virgil smirked, trying not to laugh. He knew Logan could be a little crazy sometimes when it came to his studies, but this? This was a whole new level. “I’m not the one in a dirt cape at gunpoint.”

   Logan frowned and looked almost disappointed in Virgil. “Please, agent, it’s a sand cape. Blends in with the desert outside your door.”

   “Oh, so it’s ‘agent’, now?” Virgil asked, cocking an eyebrow. “What happened to ‘sir?’”    “I realized you weren’t worthy of the title.”

   “Oof.” Virgil responded mockingly. “That hurt.”

   Logan didn’t respond for a moment, the edge of his mouth slowly turning up. “You’re not like the other soldiers here, are you?”

   Virgil scoffed. “You trying to flirt with me?”

   Logan rolled his eyes. “I just meant you seem to actually have a brain. Of the twenty other guards I’ve passed, they just shot whatever they saw. You’re asking questions. Even if they are rather moronic questions…”

   “Technically they’re just doing their jobs.” Virgil replied, marveling at the nerd’s nerve given he had a gun pointed in his (cute) face. “I’m breaking the law by not shooting you, actually.”

   “And I’m breaking the law by being here.” Logan matched in a tone that suggested Virgil should get in the rule-breaking line.

   “So I noticed.”

   Logan’s smile grew a little bit, still cocky despite the gun, and Virgil wondered if his computer camera had been dirty, because despite seeing that smile in a million different variations this one somehow seemed to be making him blush. “What are you going to do now?”

   Virgil tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

   “You can’t take me in, since I’m supposed to be shot on sight.” Logan answered. “And know I mean it as a compliment when I say you don’t look like you’re going to do that.”

   Virgil resisted the urge to curse and lose what little control of the situation he had. “Say I’m not.” He settled for after a moment. “What do I do then?”

   Logan nodded behind Virgil, where the heavy, guarded door waited. “Can I assume you don’t have the clearance to get that open?”

   “...You can.”

   “Care to see what’s behind it anyways?” Logan asked. “I’ve got all the tools we’ll need.”

   “Logan, are you asking me to betray my government?”

   Logan frowned. “Okay, it’s still weird you know my name.”

   Virgil laughed sheepishly. “Uh, let’s just say all those jokes about FBI agents watching you might not just be jokes.”

   “That’s… quite the coincidence.” Logan said after a moment. “Though I guess switching my research to a more secure device was not a mistake after all.”

   “I was wondering why you disappeared. Area fifty-one prep?”

   Logan nodded.

   “Should’ve guessed.” Virgil admitted with a chuckle. “Man, you did a lot of weird experiments over the years. You should be happy I didn’t bring you in.”

   “That might have been interesting, actually.” Logan responded. “Though I do feel I’m at a disadvantage, given you know not only my name but… well, quite a good bt about my life, I assume.”

   “If it helps, I’m new to your case.” Virgil said with a shrug. “Two years, now, I think? Still plenty of crazy crap to watch, though.”

   Logan smirked. “Ah, yes, because two years is such a short, insignificant amount of time to have been relentlessly watching someone.”

   Dammit he’s sarcastic too

   Virgil smirked back, ignoring his internal monologue. “I can offer my name, if it’ll please you.”

   “Nothing pleases me.”

   “Great, we’ll get along swell.” Virgil responded in stride. “I’m Virgil.”

   “Well, then, Virgil, now that we’re clearly so close, would you do me the honor of not pointing that gun at me and allowing me to break into your secret facility even more?” Logan asked, not even close to sounding like he meant it.

   Virgil hesitated for a moment, hefting his gun uncertainly, before he lowered it back into the ready-to-aim position. “Certainly.”

   A wide, genuine smile of curiosity and scientific excitement broke out on Logan’s face at that as he pulled his hands off his head, already brushing past Virgil as he pulled something out of a pocket within the cloak. “Glad to see you’re not completely mindless.”

   “Why is it that your every sentence is an attack?” Virgil inquired as he turned to watch the hallway, not sure what he’d do if one of his coworkers appeared.

   “Just the amount of material I have to work with.” Logan replied cheekily as something beeped. “Also, your fingerprint scanner? It’s a joke.”

   “Area fifty-one has to get its humor in somewhere.”

   Another beep. “Same goes to your card scanner. Never heard of chip replication via scant tracing?”

   Virgil was happy to be facing away from Logan, deciding he didn’t need to embrasses himself before his crus- uh, before a civilian by how utterly confused he looked. “I guess not.”

   Logan hummed, a few more quiet noises sounding before an obnoxiously wrong beep sounded. “Of course, save the worst for last…” Logan muttered.

   Virgl risked a glance backwards, finding Logan frowning at a keypad. “Need some help?”

   Logan turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. “From someone competent, perhaps.”

   Virgil rolled his eyes as he walked over to the door, examining the pad. It was simple, sleek, and not meant to leave any prints behind to help a couple of lawbreakers get in. There were no notes on it, either, so no password hints.

   Frowning, Virgil thought back to a few months ago when his supervisor had been bragging about being important enough to be trusted with programming the new keypads across the building. He tried to think of what his tool of a boss would have made the code.

   After a moment, Virgil had an idea. Punching in the numbers, he felt Logan’s eyes over his shoulder as he hit enter. For a second, nothing happened as the numbers were processed.

   And then… a happy beep and the loud click of the door’s deadbolt sliding out of place rang through the hall. Virgil grinned.

   “One-eighteen-five-one-five-one?” Logan repeated as Virgil pulled away from the door, glancing behind him once more.

   “Area fifty-one in all numbers.” Virgil explained. “I know the dude who set this system up. To put it lightly, he’s a fool.”

   “Lucky for us, eh?” Logan asked, glancing down the hall as well. “Plus, it has proven your worth to this study.”

   “You can stop calling it a study, you know.” Virgil teased. “It’s clearly just revolution with a chance to see aliens.”

   “You mock my study.” Logan replied. “That’s our mission statement.”

   Virgil snorted on reflex, covering his mouth immediately afterwards. “You don’t say?”

   Before Logan could respond, the sound of stomping boots and quietly shouted orders carried down the hall. From what Virgil could tell, its source wasn’t too far away.

   “You’ve got to hurry up if you don’t want to get caught.” Virgil warned him, taking a few more steps backwards as he raised his gun slightly. “I can try and distract them-”

   Virgil stopped when he felt Logan tugging at his arm, pulling him towards the door and forcing him to lower his gun once more. When he looked questioningly at Logan, the clever civilian just rolled his eyes. “I’ve deemed you an asset to this study, I’m not about to lose you to distraction duty.”

   Despite the seriousness of their situation, Virgil couldn’t help but smile and tease, “Aw, Logan, you care about me that much?”

   Virgil had expected another sarcastic remark, not Logan glancing away with what he could have sworn was a blush on his cheeks as he responded, “Just hurry up before I change my mind.”

   Virgil spared one last glance behind them, the sound of marching soldiers not getting any farther away. “Alright, alright, just open the door.”

   Logan nodded, grabbing the metal handle and twisting it hard as he pushed. The door didn’t budge. He briefly tried to pull it, only to find even more resistance. Logan huffed as he pushed again, putting his shoulder to the door this time, only barely getting a gap.

   Virgil looked back to see Logan failing to shove the door open. “You got it?”

   “Your… stupid government door… is excessively… heavy.” Logan responded in between grunts as he managed to get a minor gap to open. Getting worried about how loud the soldiers were getting, Virgil moved to put his shoulder against the door as well, surprised by how heavy it was.

   “You’re right.” Virgil agreed after a moment as the door slowly slid more and more open, inch by inch, the words of the general ordering the approaching troop almost close enough to be understood.

   “I know.” Logan said, somehow managing the quip despite the effort he was putting into just getting the door open. Virgil tried not to focus on that as he heard the sound of guns clicking, the steps almost right outside the hall-

   All of a sudden, Logan was tapping his shoulder as he slipped through the just barely wide enough gap, signaling to Virgil to hurry and follow.

   “Halt! On orders of the US government-”

   Virgil slipped in after him before he could hear the end of the sentence, the door slamming shut and blocking out any sound from behind. The passage they were in now was dimly lit, the lights in emergency mode, and Virgil could just barely make out the figure of an impatient Logan waiting a few feet away, waving for him to follow him deeper into the tunnel of mystery.

   Virgil took a second to turn back towards the door, it apparently as thick as it was heavy for all the noises he could hear through it (none). Turning back, Logan was waving even more demandingly.

   With another heft of his gun, the only thing currently familiar to him, Virgil acquiesced to his demands.

   No turning back now.

[ourardenoliver]

characters: arden oliver & rebekah morgan date: 19 february 2020 location: local bar nb: After Arden confesses that she loves Rebekah over a tipsy text message, Rebekah joins her girlfriend at a local bar for the night

@damnrebekah

Rebekah hadn't been able to wipe the smile off her face, or stop rereading the messages on her phone, for what seemed to be minutes. Arden telling Rebekah that she loved her, that she was falling /in/ love with her; and Rebekah actually putting herself out there to admit that she felt the exact same way. She didn't originally plan on going out that night, but she found herself craving to just be around Arden in this very moment, even if that was to just make sure she got home safely. Considering she had already showered that night, Rebekah skipped that part and immediately just started to get ready. She wasn't one to go all out, but Rebekah wanted to impress her; it wasn't that she felt as though she /needed/ to impress her, but she thought it would be nice to dress up for the other woman. Curling her hair, the redhead put on a full face of makeup before slipping into a new black dress paired with black heels. She made her way over to the designated bar that Arden had mentioned once finishing getting ready; deciding that it was best to drive since she hadn't been planning on drinking much. Walking into the rather crowded bar, Rebekah's eyes scanned the vicinity in search for her girlfriend. Her eyes stopped once she spotted a familiar figure, and a familiar red dress, and she instantly made her way over to the bar. "The dress looks so much better in person than in the picture." she whispered into the others ear as she approached her from behind, placing her hands on the others waist.

Arden had been planning on saying 'I love you' for the first time as part of some big, romantic gesture because that's what she felt like Rebekah deserved. Obviously tequila had different ideas, which really shouldn't be surprising considering it was basically the devil's drink; leading her to tell Rebekah that she loved her for the first time via text message. Thankfully, the redhead was quick to say it back and as she waited for her girlfriend to join her at the bar, she couldn't wipe a huge smile from her face. She didn't think that it was possible for her smile to get any bigger but as she heard Rebekah's voice and felt her hands on her waist; her face physically felt like it was aching because of the huge smile she was currently sporting. "I think that has more to do with my terrible photography skills than the quality of the dress, this is why I force Emery to take 90% of my photos", she laughed as she span around to face her girlfriend. "You look amazing, I'm so glad that you're here. God, I love you so much", she murmured before leaning forward to kiss her girlfriend; not caring who saw them.

Rebekah had never felt this way about someone; the fiery passion mixed with the love she had for the other woman always causing a whirlwind of emotions to consume her. Not only that, but Rebekah could feel herself slowly getting back into a better headspace, she actually felt some sort of genuine happiness — and Arden played a pretty significant role in that. She physically couldn’t get rid of the smile that had now been plastered on her face, especially as the other spun around in a matter of seconds. “Good thing he’s into that stuff, the man truly is a saint.” She joked lightly, a soft chuckle immediately following. Her warm smile quickly turned into a sly smirk in response to the compliment, but she didn’t have a chance to say anything before she felt the others lips press onto hers. Being a little bit too into the moment, Rebekah immediately brought her hands up to cradle the others face, further deepening their already heated kiss. She hadn’t realized in the moment that there were probably people looking at them, but in this moment she couldn’t really care less. She only pulled away when it was time for the two to catch their breath, a small smile on her lips as she hummed in satisfaction. “Yup, this is definitely better than watching Glee all night.” She joked. Climbing onto one of the barstools, she crossed one leg over the other before looking back towards her girlfriend. “I really hope you don’t forget about all of this in the morning.” She stated only half-jokingly, referring to Arden’s slightly drunken state.

Arden did feel a little disappointed that her first admission in respect to her romantic feelings for Rebekah was over a drunk text message but when she saw the beautiful smile on her girlfriend's face, her disappointment was replaced with relief and happiness; incredibly pleased that she was responsible for putting such a smile on Rebekah's face. "Hey! I'll have you know that I repay the favor in other ways", Arden insisted, although there was no heat to her words. She knew that she was very lucky to have Emery in her life and his photography skills were just the icing on the cake. When Rebekah deepened the kiss rather than pulling away, her hands settled on the redhead's hips; pulling her closer so that their bodies were pressed tightly together. Arden truly didn't care who saw them; right now, her world had narrowed down to this one beautiful moment that existed between the two of them. "I feel very honored that you like me more than you like Glee. Was it a close competition?" she jokingly questioned. "I'm sorry that I said it for the first time while I was drunk but I promise that I've felt this way for a while now. The tequila just made it impossible to hold it in any longer. I'll be telling you that I love you again first thing tomorrow morning", she promised.

[carat10library]

The Elite: SEVENTEEN edition

A/N: Because I haven’t moved on yet after reading Kiera Cass’s “The Heir” and “The Crown”, I decided to write an imagine featuring my favorite boys (for my Carat heart is waving at me).

To those who haven’t read the novels: For me, the Selection is like a screening process for the prince or princess to find their potential spouse who will help them to lead the people. (But it has a deeper meaning than that because the princes are being married to commoners.)

Now, think of yourself as a princess next in line to the throne. Your Highness as everyone addresses you. Your Selection had begun with thirty-five young men as participants. The twenty-two others you have eliminated (due to judgments, but mostly because SVT is thirteen haha). And these thirteen suitors of yours are the ones left—the Elite as they are called.

   Sir S.Coups – confident (can be overconfident), a different kind of handsome, his eyes and words can lure you, and so he could be your first kiss among the other Selected

You were disoriented and his eyes were soft. “Good night, Your Highness.” He turned to leave but looked back at you as if he forgot something. “I’m torn about apologizing for what I’ve done, really. But I don’t have regrets—that I kissed you. I thought you should know.” And he left after a hurried curtsy. You calmed your giddy heart, standing alone in that dim hallway.

 Sir Jeonghan – composed, smart, cunning, he’s too handsome to be a commoner, a good listener, your dates are mostly calming walks in the garden

Today must be a really good day because he’s in a good mood. And he even spilled the beans regarding his original motive. “At first it was only for the crown, but these days I realized it’s now because of you,” he said casually. That revelation made you stop. For a moment you cannot feel the soft grass under your heels.

 Sir Joshua – ever the gentleman, linking arms with him feels like the most natural thing, calm, kind, sweet, sings for you and even writes you poetry

“To be queen is to be powerful. You just have to ask and you’ll have it. But to be a queen is more than that. What I’m saying is even when you’re not queen; I’d do anything for you without you asking,” he professed with a quick squeeze of your hand. You just closed your eyes at the moment and tried to picture a future with him. You smiled at the thought that of possibly good days, cheerful laughs and butterflies.

 Sir Jun – a bunch of nerves, fidgets and jitters, the fact that he’s super handsome and could still be shy around you amuses you

It’s good to finally see him feeling comfortable with you. “Aren’t you embarrassed because of me? You don’t think I’m a mess when we’re together. Well, that’s gracious of you, Your Highness. It’s sweet but you can laugh at me.” His eyes met yours, giving you affirmation. A nervous laugh from him followed and you find yourself joining in. It was certainly not because he told you to laugh at him—it’s because of the sound of his laugh touching a part of your heart.

 Sir Hoshi – of course he’s fun to be with, considerate, a talker, but could be a little shy, he always asks, your constant dance partner in galas

His expression turned soft and something in you melted. The grip on your hand never loosened. “It’s not being prince consort and later on to be the king that I truly wanted. Those title seems everything, but not for me. Not for me who only wants to be with you.” The confession took him a lot of courage. How many people had told you they want you more than the queen in you? Your head told you it’s only him.

 Sir Wonwoo – quiet and intimidating, but there’s more to him than the cold façade, exudes an aura of a king, a gentleman with a love for books, definitely something

“After having to spend time with you, I think you are truly wonderful. Being here is a privilege after all. You’re worth it,” said the guy who wouldn’t look you in the eyes when you first met. Stunned with his words, you meet his cold stares and felt something tug at your heart. He then flashed you a rare smile as he reached for your hand.

 Sir Woozi – probably the biggest threat to other suitors, brains like his makes for a king, is too awkward when escorting you, a good listener, music dates

“You can always send me home, you know. But don’t go missing the music we made together if you don’t choose me. It’s the best you can do for me.” There wasn’t any trace of sadness in his voice. You’re planning to keep him for long and he’s like saying goodbye to you. Tiny needles pricked your heart. But he smiled genuinely at you, indicating he’s only kidding. And he resumed playing with a piece from Chopin.

 Sir Dokyeom – a mixture of timid and confident, so funny, he makes you laugh every day, enjoys the experiences and company above anything else

He watched the vast morning sky with contentment on his face. A smile completed his look. “Knowing you is a huge honor to me. This Selection will surely be a part of my memory whatever happens.” You smiled at yourself, pleased that he’s happy. He turned to glance at you and he looked like he’s on the verge of tears. Quickly, you felt guilty at the sight of that.

 Sir Mingyu – scene stealer, tall, dark and handsome, cool but not always, polite, nice, thoughtful, seriously he’s close to having it all

He was pacing back and forth, deep in thought while you’re sitting on a bench. He got on one knee in front of you so he could meet your eyes. The gesture took you by surprise. “I may not be the next king, but remember that I will always be there whenever you call for me. I just hope you won’t hesitate.” He was so close now and you can close your eyes any moment.

 Sir The8 – cool is his name, unassuming, not pushy, not afraid of being honest with you, he looks good in almost anything he wears, photography dates

There was only you and him now. Like every time you’re together, he has his camera. He paused as his eyes directed at you. “I know I’m no prince and that there are others out there, but for you I’ll try and do my best. You just tell me if you want me to.” Suddenly, he snapped a photo of you. You don’t care how the photo will turn out. His words hang in the air, stayed in your head, entered your confused heart.

 Sir Seungkwan – unexpectedly good company, talks even about little things like all the time, compliments here and there, could be shy at times, real cute

His smile was highly inviting. That’s what you notice about him. “Your Highness, you look lovely as always. What does my princess want to do today?” He curtsied grandly and offered you his arm which you gladly took. His cheeks blushed when you gave him a real smile. You expected a happy day ahead.

 Sir Vernon – his silence is comforting, whenever you’re stressed he’s one of the suitors you like to spend time with, no nonsense type, intelligent, and he’s gorgeous

He’s waiting for you at the bottom of the grand staircase, a kindhearted smile on his face. When you reached him, he offered an arm. After minutes of comfortable silence, he spoke. “Actually I didn’t come here to compete, but it’s like everyone is daring me to. And if I want to win your heart, I want to be the same person as before. I won’t pretend for you.” Grateful, you beamed. Whether it’s because of his decency or the possibility of winning you, you can’t tell.

 Sir Dino – straightforward but still careful, confident, you never turn him down when he asks for a dance, always makes you smile, tends to be heroic

The music is making you feel good as well as the gentleman holding you in his arms. You’ve been dancing for you can’t tell exactly how long. It just makes you feel good, you can’t stop smiling. After when the song ended, he walked you back to the table. “You have everything, even this heart of mine. You have the right to break it and I wouldn’t mind.” He smiled a tiny smile before leaving. But you don’t want to break his heart when you could tell he was happy.

  You sighed, feeling more puzzled. Who says being in a Selection is easy—much more to find real love within a competition? After getting to know all of them, they all got a piece of your heart. Maybe now it’s hard to let them go, but you will have to eventually. They know what’s at stake and it is only you who isn’t prepared. The choosing part is always inevitable. But you’re going to be the queen soon and a queen must not be rash in making decisions.

Who will be your very own “One” in the end?

[jimincase]

College AU! Hoseok - Partners

Previous AU: Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung A/N: This for whatever reason was one of my faves to write?? Though I think it may make the least sense?? Anyway, This College AU will be with all the boys, but with different scenarios

College life wasn’t as great as everyone painted it out to be

With the parties and the socialising aspect

As you have done none of that

In fact, all you have done is gone to your classes and straight back to your dorm

You just blamed your lack of socializing on being busy with school work

Which wasn’t the case at all

You were just super shy

Your roommate always tried getting you to go out with her but you always declined

You felt bad because you knew how she really did try for you to get out more but you didn’t want to ruin her night by her having to watch and make sure you’re having fun

She asked you to come out with her tonight and so you told her you would consider it

But you have to get to your Economics class before you’re late

You always get to that class early

Mostly because Economics wasn’t your strong suit and you had to prepare and study the hell out of that class

You usually sat in the back so no one would be by you

But here comes some boy that throws his stuff in the seat behind you

You’ve seen him before dancing around campus

But he rarely showed up to class

You’re kind of shocked he decided to sit by you when there are a ton of available seats open

But you just ignore it and pay attention to the lecture

As soon as you think the class is finally done, your professor has a sudden announcement to make

Apparently there will be a project for the class, where you need to partner up with someone

It’s also worth a huge grade

You see people pairing up together and the thought of just e-mailing the professor some lame excuse about why you can’t pair up with anybody and will just do the project solo crosses your mind when a body plops down in the seat next to yours

You realize that it’s the dancer boy

Who literally just climbed over a row of seats to get to you ???

“So what do you say? Do you want to be partners?”

When you look over, all you see is this big grin that just radiates happiness

And ears poking out of his beanie

You’re left stuttering for a few seconds because you really didn’t expect anyone, let alone such a radiating, positive-looking person to ask to partner with you

“I kinda suck at Economics”

“Is that a new form of rejection now?”

“What, no. I don’t actually mean rejection. I didn’t say an answer.”

You just wanna bang your head on the desk at this point because you aren’t sure how to express your thoughts on it to him

He just keeps smiling throughout your embarrassment

“So, yes?”

You nod your head meekly because what else are you going to do

But then you realize that this boy never shows up to class

And you internally freak out a little bit

But then you rationalize that really, he can’t be any worse than you

So you fully agree to partnering up with him, Hoseok

You guys agree to meet up to start working on the project tomorrow night instead of tonight because he had plans

When you get back to your dorm, your roommate instantly ushers you to her room where she lays out an outfit for you

The plans

You never really declined them

Which is why you were at some party, a shitty drink in your hand and people all around you

You promised your roommate you’d be fine so she could go off and have fun

In reality you weren’t that okay and we’re freaking out a bit

Because damn there are so many people

And it’s so crowded

Eventually you begin getting so light-headed and dizzy that you decide it’s best to just get outside where hopefully there wouldn’t be a ton of people

You feel bad for shoving people but luckily most of them don’t seem to mind and finally you get out to fresh air

You go to the side of the house where almost nobody is and lean against the cool brick of the house, trying to calm down

You’re not too sure how long you stood like that

But you hear some shouting from the back of the house rounding the side you were at

Several boys round the corner, all laughing and almost running, turning to look back behind them a couple of times only to laugh more

It’s pretty dark where you’re at but the backyard was pretty well lit so you can see just what the boys were laughing at

A sopping wet Hoseok and some other boy

Who looked a little pissed at the giggling group of boys

You have to stifle a laugh yourself when you see just how soaked and angry Hoseok looks

The group of boys dart in your direction, the two drenched boys following

When they get to where you’re at, Hoseok notices you and stops in his tracks

His anger seems to dissipate when you make eye contact and a smile instantly lights up his features

He comes to stand next to you, “Ah, Y/N! I didn’t expect to see you at one of these things”

You’re not too sure how to take his words but you just smile and nod, gesturing to his soaked/drenched attire

He grins, raising his hand to the back of his neck to rub it sheepishly

He nodded his head over to his group of friends that were still laughing and getting hit by the other soaking wet boy

“Namjoon and I got pushed in the pool.”

Namjoon comes over to you guys now where Hoseok’s smile widens

“This is Y/N! My Economics partner. They’ll be stopping by the dorm tomorrow.”

Namjoon and Hoseok remain eye contact for a few moments, seeming to have a silent conversation before Namjoon nods his head slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face

You stay with the boys for the rest of the night, laughing and talking with all of them before your roommate comes by and asks if you’re ready to go

You wave goodbye to the boys and when you get home your roommate is instantly bombarding you with questions about them

“Look at you! Going to your first party and hitting it off with so many cute guys.”

You wave her off though and she just laughs

The next day when you go to Hoseok’s dorm you see all the boys from the previous night also there

They all begin teasing both you and Hoseok for reasons unbeknownst to you

You surprisingly don’t mind, instead laughing at how flushed Hoseok gets as he kicks them all out for you two to work on your project

As you begin working and figuring out the basics for it, you notice that although Hoseok doesn’t really show up to class, he knew what he was talking about

He notices you're struggling with the subject and helps you out by giving you mini lessons and tutoring you a little bit

You guys continue working on the project for the next week or so

You quickly become more comfortable around Hoseok as the more time goes by with you two together

Eventually the deadline is fast approaching and you and Hoseok are pretty much done with it, just needing to add a small detail here and there

You guys are taking a break, just talking and snacking

“I’m telling you, it’s a proven fact.”

“No way, that’s too stupid!”

“Search it up then, Y/N”

You pout, throwing a piece of popcorn at him because you know he’s right but still doesn’t disprove the fact that the fine for selling gum in Singapore is 85 million won (almost $75,000)

When you two go quiet, you’re tempted to ask a question you’ve been wanting to ask Hoseok since the first day you met him

“Hoseok? Why did you choose to be my partner?”

“Why did you agree?”

“I had no genuine reason to say “No.” Now answer my question.”

“Oh is the popcorn low? I’ll go cook up some more”

As he reaches up to grab the bowl from you, you pull it closer to you

“Popcorn is fine. Why are you avoiding the question?”

“I just wanted to be partners”

“Why? And why didn’t you ever really show up to class, but you’re there on project day?”

You get closer to Hoseok as you notice him getting more flustered when you ask more questions

You’re so close to him that your nose is brushing against his cheek, trying to pressure him into answering you

“Namjoon and Jin hyung took the class before, that’s how I knew about the project.”

“And you just randomly chose to sit by me? And jump over a row of seats to ask to be my partner?”

“Everyone needs to practice their parkour skills every once in a while, Y/N.”

“Hobiiiiii”

Your nose is literally pressed against his cheek now

Just enjoying teasing him

A lot

“Okay, so what if I wanted to partner with someone cute and who I happened to have seen in class and around campus always with their books spilling out of those tiny hands and so what if maybe I thought said cute person was a hard worker and it was a bonus that they were so attractive? Doesn’t matter.”

His words are so rushed together that it takes you a couple moments to decipher them

“Awww, Jung Hoseok thinks I’m cute and attractive? I feel so honored!”

His face is a beet red and you can’t help bursting into a fit of laughter

“Honestly Hoseok you are the cute one here. How did I get so lucky to have met you?”

He turns to look at you and his gaze is iNTENS E

You really didn’t expect such a reaction but you’re frozen in place, waiting to see what he would do after your words

His hands shoot up to grab your face and you’re pulled right into him

Your lips are brushing and he pauses right before actual contact to just stare at you

You figure he doesn’t wanna make the move because he wasn’t too sure where you stood even after your compliment

So you close the gap between you two

A+ kiss

A+ boyfriend

A+ economic grade

:)

BONUS:

[90sgrungewriter]

1. Untitled - Eddie Vedder

Status: Unedited

“Come on, you’ll be able to meet our new singer! The dude is a fucking beast when he gets up there. You promised you’d be at our first show and you bailed, now’s your chance to make it up to ol’ Stoney!” The long-haired man ruffled your hair while you tried swatting his hand away, rolling your eyes as you sat your paint brush and tray down on the small table to your left. You stood up and glared at him.

“Go fuck yourself. I had come back late from my class, you know I felt bad about that!” You spoke loudly. You didn’t understand why it mattered so much that you were there to begin with. Stone Gossard was a popular guy.

You and him had been friends for years, along with Jeff Ament. Since grade school, you guys were the three musketeers. You often sit back and think about those days, and where you’s all are now. It was awesome that the friendship was still strong as ever, even in your twenties. While they had chose the musical way, you leaned more towards art and painting. Not that you weren’t musically inclined, in fact you were just as advanced as Stone on guitar, if not more. But for some reason it just didn’t compare to the way you felt when your paint brush stroked across the surface. That was your thing. 

It was a Saturday afternoon, you finally had a day off. You had been painting all day, Tom Petty blasting out your record player. Then Stone came in the picture, begging you to attend his Mookie show. They had recently gotten a new singer, some guy from California. You had heard the infamous demo tape, and he did indeed have the voice of an angel. But its not what you wanted to do tonight. To attend a sweaty show crowded with drunk people didn’t sound very appealing. You wanted some alone time, to just do your thing, but the guilt from ditching his last show still weighed heavy on your heart. 

Yes, Stone could be annoying as fuck, but he was still your friend. Almost family. It felt that way anyway. His parents had always treated you like their own, they were so kind. You knew you had to go tonight.

“The guys miss you, they haven’t seen you in forever. You’ve been so busy. Jeff would be happy as all fucking hell if you were there. Please?” He gave his doe-eyed stare and you just turned away and sighed.

“Alright Stone. You got me. I’ll be there-” You were interrupted when he engulfed you in a bear hug, your face squished up against his chest. He was wearing a navy blue sweater with black shorts and his dark boots. He smelled like cigarettes and mint. He had on his Dallas Cowboys hat with a bandanna underneath. He pulled away, a wide smile across his lips his hands rest on your upper arms tightly. 

“Thanks Dani! We’ll pick you up around 7. Be ready!” He kissed your cheek and with that, left your small apartment. You chuckled to yourself as you turned back to your painting. 

“You’re welcome Stone.” You smiled softly, and brushed the wet paint on to the canvas.

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It was currently 6:30 and you were touching up the last bits of your painting. You knew the guys would be here to pick you up soon, so you decided against cleaning shit up. That could wait.

Instead, you made your way to your bathroom and washed what you could of the paint off you. After that, you brushed your teeth and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your short hair that ran just below your jawline was a bit matted, but didn’t look terrible so you just let it be. You had no makeup on, not that you even owned any, and you didn’t quite care. Sure you had breakouts sometimes, but covering that up wasn’t going to make you feel better about yourself. Right now though, that wasn’t the case, thankfully. 

You went to your bedroom and quickly changed into your dark, ripped denim overalls and paired it with your black Chili Peppers t-shirt. Just as you were putting on your socks you heard your front door open.

“Honey we’re home!” A male voice yelled. Jeff.

Footsteps approached your room and that infectious smile stood in your doorway. 

“Hey Jeff. New hat?” you questioned standing up, observing. He was an avid fan of quirky hats and you loved it. This hat was pink and huge. He grinned and grabbed it with his hand, placing it on top of your head. You glanced in the mirror and giggled. You looked pretty fucking goofy. 

“Yes mam! Thrift store down the road from here. They got some pretty wicked stuff in there, man. You should check it out!” He stated enthusiastically and threw his arm around your shoulder. You smiled at the touch.

You slipped on your black boots and the two of you made your way outside, talking stupid shit like always. He led you to the truck they had been using since the good Love Bone days. It was big enough to put all the gear in and it had some value, you figured they would never part ways with it. 

There was loud music coming from within the truck, and you had assumed all the guys were in there but as you looked, it was only Mike, whom occupied the drivers seat. He made his way out and around over to you.

“Hey you! Where have you been hiding? Its been a while.” He asks teasingly as he wraps his arms around you. You wrapped yours around his waist equally as tight. 

Mike and you were pretty close, Stone introduced you two when you were about 15 years old. He was the one who practically taught you to play guitar. Out of the whole band, you felt like you could relate to Mike the most. He shared your quiet-like features, and definitely understood your anxiety issues. It was something you really appreciated and you enjoyed his company. It always made you happy to see these boys and you would always consider yourself lucky to have them in your life.

“I know, school has been stressing me out to the max lately.” You said as you pulled away and made your way to the back of the truck while he went back for his drivers seat. You were quickly stopped though, before you could even hop in.

“Ladies sit up front, don’t be silly.” Stone teased as he pushed you to the passenger side door that was wide open. 

“How chivalrous of you, Gossard. I thank you.” You spoke heartily. 

“I am! Whatever the fuck that means.” You laughed aloud and sat in your seat.

Next thing you guys were in  the parking lot of the club.

“I’m gonna grab a beer. That cool?” You looked at them both. Jeff was opening the back doors to the vehicle to grab his gear. 

“Yeah, if you see any of the guys in there tell them to come grab there shit.” You nodded in response and smiled. He winked and started grabbing his stuff.

You made your way inside and looked around. It wasn’t that bad, but you knew by the end of the night this place would be way more packed than it was now. But maybe some time with your friends was what you needed.

Before you could even find the bartender you spot Stone, so you  just decided to make your way over there first. He sport the exact same clothing as before, which didn’t really surprise you. 

“Well look who decided to actually show up tonight! Miss Dani, we are honored to have your presence at our second Mookie Blaylock show!” Stone spoke sarcastically, witty smile plastered on his face. You shot him a look. He was with Matt Cameron from Soundgarden and some guy you’ve never seen before. You could only assume that was Eddie. He was cute, his blue eyes gaze  into yours for just a moment. You felt a positive energy radiate from him and it made you smile.

“Yes Stone, there’s absolutely no where else I’d rather be on earth right now.” You shot back, with a lot of sass. Matt laughed.

“Hey Dani.” Matt said to you. You waved your hand and smiled wide.

You turned to the curly haired man and held your hand out. “ Hi, you must be Eddie?” He smiled small and nodded, hand enveloping yours gently. “Im Danica. But most people just call me Dani. Nice to finally put a face to the voice! That was some demo tape bud, you got a beautiful style.” And that was the honest truth. His voice was literally liquid gold on that tape. He looked down, face flushing, small smile on his lips and his brows furrowed. He looked like he did not do well with compliments so to help him out you decided to just change the subject. The last thing you wanted to do was make this guy uncomfortable here. He was probably sick of gloomy Seattle and missing the beaches of sunny California already. You wondered how long he had been here for anyway? You pulled your hand back and let it fall to your side.

“Jeff is out by the truck and wants you guys to go get your shit.” You punched his shoulder. He grabbed it in fake hurt. You flipped him the bird and tried not to crack a smile. But that proved to be too hard.

“Yep, lets go Ed!” He chirped and made his way toward the entrance. Ed smiled lightly at you. You took it as an awkward thank you for the compliment you gave him and you returned the smile. 

“I’m going to grab a beer.” you stated to Matt as Eddie was trying to catch up to Jeff.

“I’m with you, man.” Matt spoke and you guys made your way to the bartender for a cold one. 

You had spoken to Matt on numerous occasions as Mother Love Bone (as well as Green River) have played quite a few shows with Soundgarden. He was a genuine guy, a bit quiet, but so were you. And you appreciated the silence sometimes. It was never awkward. 

You guys drank your beers and spoke about upcoming Soundgarden shows. You hadn’t seen them play in a few months as things had been very hectic for them, so you were a bit excited as you learned they would be playing tonight too.

After the boys got their shit together, everyone watched Mudhoney perform an awesome show. Mark was a cool guy, and you were glad that he had a band of his own now. They were great. You all drank your beer and smoked cigarettes and laughed.There were a few joints passed around too so you were in an extremely good mood.  People were definitely starting to crowd in.

You couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at Eddie every now and then. He didn’t say much, so people were always trying to get him to talk. You felt a bit bad, so maybe you could try and get him away from everything for at least a few minutes. 

While the guys were distracted by Steve’s loud solo, your hand made its way to Eddie’s shoulder and you squeezed gently, trying not to startle him. You didn’t think it worked very well in your favor, as his head quickly turned to find you. His crystal eyes bore into your own hazel ones, face inches away. You didn’t mean to be that close to him and you hoped it didn’t make things weird. You were trying to get closer so you could talk to him without the others really paying attention. Not to mention it was super loud. You also almost forgot that Jeff’s hat was still on your head as it was just grazing Eddie’s forehead. You took a mental note to give it back to him before he goes up there.

Lucky for you, it didn’t seem to make Eddie too uncomfortable, but you did notice his face change. His brows furrowed as he pursed his lips, his cheeks were a light shade of pink and his eyes darted down to your lips for half a second. It happened so fast you almost wondered if it had really happened. But you were pretty certain it did.

“Wanna dip? We could go have a smoke outside? You look like you could step out for a few minutes.” You removed your hand as you spoke. 

He merely nodded and you both stood up, leaving your empty bottles by your seats. Looking around, everyone was still just focusing on the awesome show that the Mudhoney guys were giving the crowd. 

You made your way to the entrance, Eddie following behind you. Once you’s were outside you each lit one and smoked in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable and you were glad about that. 

After a few minutes, you were halfway done your cig and you thought it was time to start up a small conversation, but he spoke first.

“Isn’t that Jeff’s hat?” He rose an eyebrow in curiosity. You giggled and nodded.

“Yeah, he put it on my head before we left my place and apparently its still up there.” You pointed up at it with your index finger. He laughed softly and took another drag.

“So how are you liking Seattle so far? Everything you thought it would be?” you took a puff, eyeing him. He looked sexy smoking.

He chuckled quietly, eyes glued to the ground. You had a feeling you were making it a bit awkward, but you were here now and nothing you could do. Just let it play out.

“I guess. It could be worse, right? I mean, the people are pretty cool.” He looked up at you, you observed his beautiful cheekbones. You noticed you were probably staring too long when he looked away and shook his head.

“I mean, its great.” He stuttered sounding a bit nervous. “I’m sorry, I’m insulting you aren’t I? Fuck, that’s not what I wanted to do. Its just-” You interrupted his rambling with a light chuckle.

“Don’t worry dude, I could give less of a shit what you think of the city I guess. Just trying to make a bit of talk. You miss your family right? I mean I don’t blame you. I would too.” You spoke evenly. He smiled slightly and took the last puff of his smoke and tossed it to the pavement. 

“Yeah.” Was all he said. 

You finished your smoke as well and put it out. You both still just sat there in silence staring at the street ahead of you. It was a bit busy, but nothing to crazy for a Saturday night.

Then, Eddie broke the silence this time. “Uh - Stone tells me you’re an artist?” You turned to find him already looking at you with a hint of curiosity. 

“I guess. I mean, if you wanna call it that.” You smiled.

“I’d like to see your art sometime.” He said quietly, almost like he didn’t know what he was saying, like it just flowed naturally out of his mouth. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You stated as you stood up. He got the idea and stood up as well, as you both made your way back inside the dingy nightclub.