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missinghan · 3 years

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cold sun ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : soulmate au; fluff; angst

❖ word count : 2,6k.

❖ warning : slight swearing

❖ summary : in a world where one will lose something if their soulmate doesn’t reciprocate their words of love once they turn sixteen, jisung is willing to take the risk so you won’t have to bear the burden.

❖ note : i just realized how i always tend to write for jisung when i'm down :')) anywho this piece is a little different than what i usually come up with but i hope y'all enjoy it ♡

It’s the first day of the week.

“Hey, Y/N. I like you!”

And Han Jisung is really annoying.

Those words come out so easily. It's casual in a way that makes you bury your red nose deeper into the soft fabric of your scarf, which makes your footsteps quicken unknowingly as his voice chases after you loudly. Either way, this isn’t the first time Jisung has said so. In fact, it’s become a habit for him to remind you every other day.

There’s no particular reason why. Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the end of the week. Jisung decides to hang himself upside down on your bed while you’re stressing over a presentation. “Hey, Y/N.” A cold winter breeze comes rushing against the perplexing glass of your window, shaking the frame violently before all motions come to silence.

Until, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he creeps up from behind you and chirps into your ear.

“What?” you let out a groan of displease when tempting warmth embraces you whole, prompting you to drop your attention and looking over your shoulder.

Jisung pouts, “You didn’t answer me.”

“It’s because you’re annoying,” you sigh.

“Answer me when I call your name,” he pulls you in a fraction tighter, careful enough not to hurt you but firm to not let you slip away at the same time, and cradles your neck warmly, “So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, stupid.”

The all too familiar gummy smile returns instantly. “Hey, Y/N?”

And you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, Jisung?”

“I like you,” he giggles into the hug, “I like you a lot.”

Han Jisung really is annoying.

He’s annoying because he talks too much. He’s annoying because of how he always asks for your notes after a gaming night with Felix just to nap in class. He’s annoying because he’d drop you in a heartbeat for a single slice of cheesecake from Jeongin’s mom’s bakery. He’s annoying because of how well he can get along with everyone.

Chatty, down-to-earth, easy-going with a lovable smile—attractive, very attractive.

It’s the week after that. “What...happened?”

“He lost his voice,” Jeongin sighs, looking like he genuinely wants to facepalm himself against concrete while walking with an incoherent Jisung to school; expressive hands with his mouth agape and all.

You tilt your head, “...for real?”

“For real.”

After a few seconds of eyeing Jisung struggling with converting what’s in his head, you exhale deeply and quickly rummage through your backpack, “Just stop, you look ridiculous.” And he does just that, zipping his mouth metaphorically and giving you those typical puppy eyes. “Here, use this.”

His eyes light up like stars when you rip off a page from one of your notebooks and offer it to him along with a pen. Truth is, you’re expecting something as predictable as ‘I like you’ or ‘It’s alright it’s just the worst cold I’ve ever caught’. But then, what’s displayed on the piece of paper right now only baffles you.

Park is going to murder you if he sees some uglyass tear in your Ochem notes :)

A forced grin splits your lips open. “Not if I murdered you first and then the entire school and then myself.”

The first genuine smile blossoms on his lips when you give him a mini-sized notepad and pencil the day after—his sixteenth birthday.

And Jisung decides this is it.

It happens when the sun hasn’t even come out yet and the irritating blue light from his phone reads 5:32 AM.

It happens when he sees your reclined figure leaning back against his mattress, his pupils tracing your delicate features. Perplexed emotions fill his eyes to the brim, fulfillment bursting within his chest when you stare right back at him with such purity. So pure that it seems you can do no harm to him and neither can he.

“Hey stupid,” you murmur quietly, shoving a notepad and pencil against his chest, “Happy birthday.”

Jisung gives you a bright smile, opens his mouth, and snaps it close mere moments later. Sixteenth birthday. Early in the morning. Tired grins. The fondness of being so disgustingly in love.

He can’t help but lean in and caves into the taste his soul has longed for as long as he can remember.

Two weeks have passed since Jisung has lost his voice.

Nothing has differed if you’re being completely honest. Han Jisung is still annoying. His lack of ability to speak doesn’t appear to be a problem to him at all. He loves chatting with people even though he’s more of a listener now. But with the small notepad you gave him a few days ago, being socially active is the norm for him even now.

Thanks to his rather short-period experiences of observing people’s expressions and how their features contort in certain ways when they’re feeling certain emotions, Jisung catches onto your mood more quickly during bad days to help you release your inner turmoil by scribbling down something stupid on the notepad. It’s kinda nice like this, you’d think to yourself sometimes.

Other times, you’re more scared that you might have forgotten what his voice sounds like.

“No wonder you got a fucking cold. Stop taking midnight showers already.”

You wave Jisung over when he closes the wooden door to your bedroom, droplets dripping from his hair as he scratches his stomach tiredly. His hair is a mess when he lazily crawls onto your bed, the cushion beside you dips slightly.

His index finger pointing at his post-shower head and a shit-eating grin are all you need to snatch the white towel around his neck.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” you mumble while rubbing the cotton fabric into his hair, “But you’re awfully upbeat for someone who’s lost their voice. Can’t you at least pretend to be sad about it?”

A noise of protest escapes his throat like second nature as your eyes carefully read the quick movements of his mouth. “And can you not be so mean to someone who’s lost their voice?”

A faint smirk creeps its way up to your lips. “Still like me now?”

Jisung thinks hard for a few moments before jumping out of bed to snatch his notepad from your studying area. Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. Your heartbeat momentarily spikes at his scrawny handwriting. Just when your gaze is averted away to cool the blush on your cheeks, he tugs at your sleeve again and points at a different mess of scribbles. You’re more gentle when I’m like this. And you’d always find me if I ever got into trouble. What’s there for me to be sad about?

“Annoying little shit,” you swallow your pride and let him settle his head against your chest.

His presence melts into yours during the hardest hours of the twenty-four, heartbeats on heartbeats and warmth on warmth. Your one regret is that you’re unable to register his tears that night, only the incoherent, breathless hiccups almost as to desperately call out your name.

It’s been a month since Jisung’s lost his voice. And the night when he kisses you for the second time, his notepad is long forgotten next to your pillow.

I-can’t-talk. Give-me-a-break.

Jeongin. Cheesecake. Please? Pretty please?

I’ll fucking kick you.

Wait, there’s homework?!

...so you’re telling me LMAO isn’t how French people laugh?

“This is what you’ve been doing during breaks huh…” you mumble under your breath while lazily flipping through the papers. The occasional ‘I like you’-s do pop up every two pages or so, which is more than enough to make you smile like an idiot. But that is until a peculiar paragraph yanks your attention by its neck and tosses it against a brick wall.

Mom, promise me you’re not going to cry.

He made auntie cry?!

I lost my voice for real now but it wasn’t supposed to be like that at first. I just wanted to mess with Y/N and freak her out for a day.

I’m seriously going to punch him.

She was a lot softer toward me after that, you know. I know it’s extremely selfish of me but I just can’t help being so happy. I’m sorry, mom. I really am.

Han Jisung you fucking idiot.

I was going to surprise her on my birthday by saying ‘good morning’ out loud but nothing came out. My voice was gone.

Guilt, anger, remorse take over you. You knew nothing of this. You never once questioned for a logical reason behind the loss of his voice and kept moving onward as if it’s not that big of a deal. You didn’t suspect it as a kind of prank, either. But you still care, all this time! You have been doing everything in your power as a way for both you and Jisung to treasure himself even if he can’t speak anymore.

I went to a check-up last week. Nothing came up. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

However, without fail, the obnoxious part of you will keep wandering back to the concept of soulmates that has been engraved so deeply into the society you’re living in. It makes no sense to you that Jisung lost his voice for no reason right before his sixteenth birthday. This explains it all now.

It’s going to be okay, mom. Because I have Y/N. I know she would come running toward my side over and over again even if she can’t hear me anymore. I really don’t know what I’d do without her in my life.

Jisung knew the penalty for being the first to exchange any words of love yet he still did it. And you were too busy overlooking that stupid pride of yours to say those three words back.

It’s getting to the point where I’m starting to forget what I used to sound like. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.

Jisung fixes the strap of his backpack, looking up at his mom after slipping into his sneakers. She ruffles his bed head and hands him a small white box with Jeongin’s bakery’s signature logo on it.

He tilts his head in faint confusion, peering at the box of pastry in his arms.

“Give it to Y/N on the bus, okay? Her parents aren’t home right now. You know how she would always skip breakfast when they’re out of town.”

His eyes light up instantly in realization and Jisung nods, preparing to bid her farewell. Just then, his front door comes flying open. It can’t be a mere acquaintance because there are very few people other than his parents and himself who know of the spare key hidden under the welcome mat.

As Jisung turns around, he’s keenly aware of your teary eyes already trained on him. Which in hindsight, makes no sense. As a result, panic rises within the hollowness of his chest, his lips falling agape but no coherent words come out.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” his mom flinches, slightly caught off guard, “Is everything okay?”

A scowl stretches over your contorted features as you shut the door loudly. “What the hell is this?” you question, shoving the familiar notepad into his chest. “A prank? A prank?! Do you think that this is funny?”

Jisung’s frantic eyes move to read the paper and every single color on his face drains tremendously. He easily recognizes the peculiar paragraph by how much lighter the ink is compared to the rest of the messy lines because his pen was running low and his hand couldn’t stop shaking.

Your voice.

His eyes avert back to look at you. His brows furrow timidly and shaky breaths burst from his lips almost like a desperate cry for help. There’s too much he wants to say, too many things to explain, and too many questions running through his head that he can’t process what to do next. He might just overwhelm both you and himself.

I need to hear it again.

And you might not stay by his side this time.

“Okay, don’t answer me then, I guess,” you chuckle lowly, dipping your head and turning around.

Jisung grabs at your sleeve instinctively and drops the pastry box, his gaze empty and all too knowing. Sorrow glazes over his starry eyes when it starts becoming hard to breathe properly. The outlines of his lips are moving non-stop yet nothing comes following after that.

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you rasp out and tug at his hand. Then it hits you. He’s like this because of you. Jisung lost his voice because of you.

His mom cuts into the conversation, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

“I’m sorry, auntie,” you smile sadly and take off running into the streets.

You, in the midst of your self-loathing and guilt, allow your feet to go wherever they want as your vision spirals into a blur. A single droplet threatens to fall when a forceful hand yanks you back to reality.

It takes Jisung a moment to regain his regular breathing pace. And when he finally gets it, all he can do is call out to you with the same inaudible sounds and the same desperation in his eyes. It seems as though he’s fully aware that the prank was the stupidest, most irrational thing he’s ever done. But there’s more to the ocean within his eyes than just remorse.

“I already told you,” you clench your jaw and slap his hand away, “I don’t fucking know what you’re saying!”

A deep sigh. “Why am I mad? Of course, I’d be mad! It’s because of me that you lost your voice! It’s because I like you, too! Yet I never said it back… You lost your voice because of me! Don't you get it? Why can't you just hate me for the sake of it?!”

You miss his voice. You miss it a lot.

You want to hear it again. You want to hear him call you by your name. You want to stay up late and talk about anything to the ends of the Earth and back with him. You want him to be the obnoxious, chatty Han Jisung you've always known.

You miss how annoyingly loud he is.

“Y-Y...Y/N…!”

Jisung collapses onto his knees, a hand on concrete while the other is on his neck. His chest rises and falls unevenly, muffled noises of discomfort echoing deep down from his throat. Despite that, what you heard just now, is his voice.

“Answer me when I call your name. So I’d know that you’re still here with me.”

“I promised you, didn’t I,” you spread your arms and smile warmly, “That I’d always answer when you call my name. As long as I can still hear you, I will come running toward you over and over again. Doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter where you are.”

Jisung lifts his head and tears come rolling down on his cheeks. His throat feels swollen when he stutters with difficulties, trying to convey what’s in his head, “Y-Y/N, don’t- don’t go! Please don’t leave me...!”

“Come here,” you close your eyes with the widest grin on your lips, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Only when Jisung grows closer and throws his arms around you, sobbing into your uniform do you convince yourself that all of this isn’t a hallucination. The hug is a lot stronger than what you’d expect. First of all, you nearly fell over from the impact and your arms are pinned so tightly to your sides that you feel like your ribs are going to snap.

Everything is so overwhelming that all you can say is, “Ow.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles into your hair and loosens his arms a bit so you can loop your hands to the nape of his neck and hair.

“You’re so annoying, Han Jisung.”

He purses his lips, sniffling, “You tried to make me snap on purpose. Meanie.”

You quirk a playful brow, “Still like me now?”

“Yeah,” Jisung smiles, “A lot.”

Because he knows that he has you. Until every last star in the galaxy explodes as a supernova, Jisung has you.

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beifongsss · 4 years

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life-changing field trip [zuko]

Pairing: Zuko x waterbender!reader (I’m a sl*t for the opposites attract trope I’m so sorry)

Requested?: Yes! I am once again combining two requests that I thought fit together, I’m sorry if that upsets the anons who requested :( The first anon request: “ooh maybe flirty/yn with zuko while in the ember island house or while sparring (or combine the two LMAO)” The second anon request: “Hi! Can we have more simp Zuko plz 🥺 How about that scene where the gAang looks for Aang, and Toph is like “I want to go with Zuko because I have not had a life changing field trip with him yet,” but instead of Toph it’s y/n and Zuko is all blushy and flustered because he has a crush on her 🥺”

Summary: You just want to test the waters and see if Zuko likes you back, after all, Sokka has been telling you that he does indeed like you. However, every time you try to get close to the prince, he either runs away or ignores you.

not as flirty as it could’ve been but i like how it turned out :) short & sweet

.masterlist.

Ember Island was beautiful.

You had all arrived there a few days ago, joining Katara after she had gone off to hunt down the man who had killed her mother. When you heard that she hadn’t ended his life, you had hugged her tightly and quietly told her that you were proud of how strong she was.

Aang had come up behind you soon after and you retreated from the two to give them a bit of privacy, crossing your arms as you stood next to Zuko. The two of you observing the scene that was unfolding in front of you, a smile twitching at the edge of your lips as they embraced.

“I’m glad the two of you came back safely,” you said quietly to the prince, never looking away from Aang and Katara. Zuko didn’t reply and shifted uncomfortably. “Especially you. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t look at your pretty face every day.”

You didn’t have to look at the prince to know that he now wore a scowl on his face, displeased at your words. In reality, Zuko was trying to hold back a blush at your words and instead of replying, he simply rolled his eyes and stormed off.

He burst into his family’s beach house, cheeks still ablaze. Toph and Sokka sat there, looking up at Zuko blankly before going back to their conversation. Slightly disappointed in their lack of response, he threw himself onto the nearby couch, releasing a loud groan.

Toph paused her words for a second before continuing to speak. Sokka glanced at Zuko before focusing on Toph, knowing what he was trying to do. At the sound of his friends’ conversation, Zuko threw his arms over his head and groaned loudly once again. This time, their conversation stopped completely before Sokka turned to face him.

“Yes, Zuko? Is something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he replied gruffly. Toph couldn’t help but snort.

“Why is your heart beating so fast then, Sparky Pants?” Toph asked. “It can’t be ‘nothing’ if it’s got you all worked up.”

Zuko shot her a glare, forgetting that she couldn’t see it, before burying his face in his arms and mumbling something.

“What was that?” Sokka asked, a smirk on his face.

“(Y/N) was out there,” Zuko repeated, lifting his head up slightly. “Why was she the only one to greet us out there?”

“She wasn’t alone. Aang was with her,” Toph said. “Besides, she said something about making sure that you weren’t injured or anything.”

Zuko’s face went bright red once more. “Why couldn’t one of you be there with her?”

“Because your reaction every time she gets too close to you is hilarious,” Sokka replied. “Just tell her how you feel. The worst she can do is say no.”

The conversation died down as you entered the room with Aang and Katara trailing behind you. You aimed a smile at Zuko, heading over to the couch he was laying on. At the sight of you, Zuko scrambled up and all but sprinted away, a frown on his face as he muttered that if anyone needed him he would be in his room.

The smile melted off your face at Zuko’s actions. Katara noticed and came up behind you. “C’mon, help me with dinner?”

You nodded.

~ “Hey (Y/N/N)!”

You looked up when you felt Sokka sit next to you, drawing your attention from the two boys who were training in the courtyard. He followed your line of sight, smirking when his eyes landed on Zuko. “Enjoying the view?”

You hummed in response, still not facing the Water Tribe boy before replying. “I’m just studying them. It’s not every day you get to see firebenders just casually practicing their moves.”

“Whatever you say,” Sokka replied, leaning back on his elbows. “You don’t have to hide your feelings. He feels the same way y’know.”

The snort that left you was unintentional, but still drew Aang’s attention to you. He perked up immediately, his tiredness leaving his body in a second. “(Y/N/N)! How long have you been there?”

A blush covered your cheeks as Sokka nudged your side and snickered. “O-Oh, a few minutes. I was bored so I came out here to watch your lesson.”

“Great, can you do me a favor?” Aang asked, his eyes sparkling. You groaned internally knowing that you couldn’t deny the young Air Nomad anything. Silently, you nodded. “I promised Toph that I’d learn how to sandbend today but Zuko’s not done training. Can you please spar with him?”

“I’m not a firebender Aang,” you replied, crossing your arms. “Shouldn’t he be training with a firebender?”

“It’s fine, you don’t mind, do you Zuko?” Aang didn’t wait for Zuko’s response before continuing. “Besides, how often does he get to fight waterbenders? This is good practice!”

Before either of you could reply, Aang was already bouncing away. “Thanks (Y/N/N)!”

You stood up slowly and made your way to the middle of the makeshift arena, stretching as quickly as you could. Once you were done, you faced Zuko. “Ready?”

He nodded silently, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he realized you didn’t have a water skin near you. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, you lunged at him. He barely had time to duck, dodging your fist but not your leg. His knee buckled under your kick and he ended up on his knees. He glanced up at you to see you smirking.

“Cute. I always thought that I’d end up on my knees for you, not the other way around,” you commented, stepping further away from him. You dropped to a defensive position as he got to his feet, his cheeks burning as he stared you down.

The two of you moved at the same time, Zuko throwing a blast of fire at you as he ran. You slid underneath it, quickly standing and aiming a kick at him. He dodged it gracefully before sending another blast at you. Just when he was about to ask why you weren’t using your bending, you reached out, focusing on the water in the air around you and forming a thin stream of water.

Zuko’s jaw dropped slightly, he had never seen a waterbender pull water out of thin air. He managed to dodge the water whip you had created and sent up a wall of fire, turning it into a wall of steam as he evaporated the whip. You didn’t stop there however and managed to turn the vapor into ice shards which you quickly dropped onto Zuko.

He rolled out of the way, sticking his leg out at the same time. He succeeded in toppling you, and you squeaked as you fell onto your back. He moved to attack and you reacted quickly, drawing water out from nearby plants and sending it at him full force. The fire he had ready was extinguished and he ended up soaked from your attack.

“Nice one (Y/N)!” you heard Sokka yell, reminding you that he was still present. You shot him a look as you stood up before turning to face a now shirtless Zuko.

“Spirits,” you whispered, trying not to stare at him. “How is this fair? Put your shirt back on! Or don’t.”

“You’re the one who got me all wet,” Zuko replied, tossing his shirt to Sokka and walking back to the middle of the arena.

“If only it were the other way around,” you whispered jokingly, causing Sokka to cackle. You joined Zuko once more, having no time to prepare before he attacked. The fight continued on for a few more minutes, the two of you all sweaty and tired. You decided to try and attack with ice again, dodging a punch from Zuko as you accumulated water from around you.

You couldn’t hold yourself back from making another comment as Zuko pushed his hair back from his face. “You know, I can think of a few other activities that can make us equally sweaty, if you’re interested.”

Zuko stumbled at the same time you attacked, allowing some of the ice shards to nip at his skin. He hissed lightly as the cuts began to bleed, silently chastising himself for letting you distract him.

“Oh no. Zuko!” you yelped, running over to the boy. Your face showed nothing but worry as you knelt next to him, taking in his injuries. “Let me get you healed.”

Your face scrunched in concentration as you waved your hand, a globule of water forming around it. Both of you were silent as you healed his cuts, biting your lip as the guilt crawled up on you.

“Stop doing that,” Zuko said suddenly, drawing your attention to him. You looked at him confused before you noticed his gaze was on your lip. Blushing, you looked back down to his wounds. You tried to ignore his gaze as you moved your hands up to his chest, healing the wounds there. Zuko wondered if you could feel his heart racing.

“I’m really sorry Zuko,” you whispered, finally done healing his chest. You glanced up at his face, wincing when you noticed a shallow cut on his cheek. He closed his eyes as you reached up and cupped his cheek, unintentionally nuzzling his cheek into your palm. After a minute, you pulled away. “I’m done.”

Zuko opened his eyes, meeting yours and causing you to stop completely.

“It’s okay,” he whispered back, his voice raspy from speaking so lowly. “It didn’t hurt that much.”

For once you were at a loss for words, no witty or flirty comment on the tip of your tongue as you stared into Zuko’s eyes. Remembering Sokka’s earlier words, you stepped closer to Zuko. He swallowed harshly but didn’t move.

“Zuko,” you whispered, dropping your gaze down to his lips. “Can I-”

“Hey! Aang needs you, Zuko,” Sokka suddenly called out, making the two of you jump apart. You whirled around, eyes narrowed as they landed on the Water Tribe boy. Despite the smug smirk on his face, he couldn’t help but flinch at your reaction, knowing that you were going to bite his head off once the two of you were alone.

Zuko’s eyes widened and he all but sprinted into the house, only pausing when Sokka grabbed his arm. “Forgetting something?”

“Oh, r-right,” Zuko said, taking his shirt from Sokka. He glanced at you briefly one last time before running into the house.

“Sokka,” you growled, stomping over to him. “What was that for?”

“What was what?” Sokka asked innocently, walking backwards to get away from you. A wide grin spread across his face. “The real question is: what was happening between the two of you back there?”

You pushed Sokka up against the porch railing and quickly froze his hand to it. “It might’ve been a kiss if you hadn’t interrupted.”

You stormed away after that, an annoyed expression on your face as you made your way into the house. Behind you, Sokka was trying to get free. He was unsuccessful.

“(Y/N)! Don’t leave me here! I’m sorry! (Y/N)?”

Zuko had managed to avoid talking to you the rest of the day, even when the two of you had been paired up to fight the Melon Lord. Toph had enjoyed that a little too much.

He sat furthest away from you during dinner and went to bed immediately after, giving a mumbled goodnight to the group. Everyone turned to face you after he left, a questioning look in their eyes (well, except for Toph). You had simply glared at Sokka, who had then proceeded to explain what had happened earlier between the two of you. The group couldn’t help but laugh, only annoying you further as they teased you about it.

You had gone to bed early too.

Katara had woken you up early the next morning, panic on her face as she dragged you out into the courtyard. “Aang’s gone!”

That statement woke you up immediately, and you found yourself looking at her with a confused expression. “What do you mean gone?”

“Look,” Sokka said, pointing to the spot next to you. “He left his staff. That’s so strange.”

“Aang’s not in the house,” you heard Zuko say as he joined you all outside.

“Let’s check the beach,” you said, walking away before you finished your sentence. The six of you trekked down to the beach, perking up slightly when you noticed Aang’s footprints. You followed them all the way to the edge of the water where they suddenly disappeared. “The trail ends here.”

“So he went for a midnight swim and never came back?” Suki asked skeptically.

"Maybe he was captured,” Katara said worriedly.

“I don’t think so,” Sokka muttered, looking at the footprints. “There’s no sign of a struggle.”

“I bet he ran away,” Toph said, her voice a little dull.

“No way, he wouldn’t leave behind Appa or his glider,” you countered.

“Then what do you think happened to him, oh sleuthy one?” Toph snarked back.

“It's pretty obvious,” Sokka suddenly said. “Aang mysteriously disappears before an important battle? He's definitely on a Spirit World journey”

“But if he was, wouldn't his body still be here?” Zuko asked.

Sokka bowed his head down in slight embarrassment. “Oh yeah. Forgot about that.”

“Then he's got to be somewhere on Ember Island,” Katara said. “Let's split up and look for him.”

Your eyes widened and you immediately grabbed onto Zuko’s arm, hugging it tightly. “I’m going with Zuko!”

“W-What?” Zuko stuttered, a bright blush coating his cheeks as he tried to ignore the fact that you were hugging his arm. Everyone else stared at you knowingly.

“What?!” you asked. “Everyone else went on a life-changing field trip with Zuko. Now it's my turn.”

“Try not to make it too life-changing,” Sokka muttered as he walked past you, earning a snicker from Suki and Toph. Sokka and Suki left on Appa and Katara and Toph headed into town to see if they could find him there. You kept holding on to Zuko’s arm as the two of you walked further along the beach. It was silent for a few minutes before you finally spoke up.

“Hey pretty boy, why have you been avoiding me?”

Zuko’s eyes widened and he turned to you. “W-What did you just call me?”

“Pretty boy,” you chirped, a smile on your face as you looked up at him. “Because y’know, you’re probably the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

Zuko cleared his throat and dragged his gaze away from you. His eyes didn’t leave the water as you kept walking side-by-side.

“So,” you nudged him softly, sliding one hand down his arm to intertwine your fingers with his. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” Zuko replied quickly, shaking you off his arm as he proceeded to walk a bit in front of you. You kept quiet as you caught up to him, biting your lip as you thought about the boy next to you.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that,” Zuko snapped, stealing a glance at you.

“Why?” you asked, releasing your lip. “Does it turn you on?”

“What?! N-No!” Zuko exclaimed. A faint trail of steam escaped his nose, letting you know that he was flustered.

“Relax, Zuko,” you chuckled. “I’m joking. Now, why have you been avoiding me?”

“We should be looking for Aang.”

“You and I both know that Aang isn’t here,” you replied, looking out at the vast ocean. “He’s probably doing some Avatar-related thing right now so why don’t you just tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you!”

“Yes you have! Ever since yesterday. Ever since I-” you cut yourself off, a blush appearing on your face as you thought about the almost-kiss between the two of you. Zuko swallowed nervously, also thinking about what had happened between the two of you.

“Ever since you almost kissed me,” Zuko filled in for you, his head hanging low. “That’s why I’ve been avoiding you.”

“Because you didn’t want to kiss me?” you asked, slightly upset. “You could’ve just said so, it doesn’t have to be weird.”

“Because I did want to kiss you,” Zuko replied almost immediately. The two of you came to a stop. “I’ve been avoiding you because I want to kiss you and be with you but I can’t.”

“Why?” you asked, thoroughly puzzled.

“I’ve done so many things,” Zuko whispered. “So many bad things. To Aang, to Katara, to you. I’m from the Fire Nation; I don’t deserve to be with someone like you.”

“That’s absurd,” you whispered back. “Your past doesn’t define you Zuko. You chose to make the right decision and sure, it took you a while but you realized that you were doing more harm than good. You changed, that’s what matters. You made the right choice even though you knew it could mean trouble for you and that’s why I like you.”

Zuko finally looked up at your words, his eyes full of wonder as he looked at you. A small smile appeared on his lips at your words and he found himself approaching you slowly. “Do you?”

You nodded softly.

“Zuko?” you asked quietly. “Hypothetically, if I had gotten the chance to ask if I could kiss you yesterday, what would you have said?”

“I- Hypothetically, I would’ve said yes,” Zuko whispered back. Feeling bold, you walked up to the prince and wrapped your arm around his neck.

“Do you trust me, Zuko?” you breathed, your lips inches away from his. You felt your heart speed up as his golden eyes met yours. Silently, he nodded. You wasted no time as you leaned up and pressed your lips against his. He stumbled back slightly, his back hitting the cliff that surrounded the beach as he grabbed onto your waist.

Almost immediately, he turned around, kissing you roughly and pressing you up against the wall as his body covered yours. Your hands tangled in his soft hair, your heart racing impossibly fast as you realized that you were actually kissing Zuko. You pulled away first, giving him a soft smile as you stared at him. “I take it you like me too?”

Zuko chuckled before nodding. “I do.”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one gentle as you enjoyed each other’s presence. The two of you were so distracted that you didn’t hear Appa land on the beach a few yards from you.

“Hey! I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure Aang isn’t in either of your mouths.”

The two of you pulled away from each other to see Sokka looking at you with a wide smirk. Suki sat behind him, giving both of you a suggestive look. Zuko helped you climb onto Appa before joining you and sitting next to you.

“Yip yip,” Sokka said before he turned to you. “So (Y/N), how was that field trip of yours?”

You turned looked at Zuko beore intertwining your hands, making him blush and earning a smile from Suki and Sokka.

“Best field trip ever.”

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k3rm1e · 3 years

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hi love,

what about a short reader, like really short (i’m 5’0 lol) meeting ranboo irl for the first time. they get kinda intimidated by the height difference and their love language is physical touch so once they do feel better standing near ranboo it’s like the exact opposite, so now they’re all over him as if he was monkey bars.

also if you do end up using this could you tag me? i really wanna read it as soon as it comes out♥️

playground

hi love,

also if you do end up using this could you tag me? i really wanna read it as soon as it comes out♥️

hi!! sorry this has taken a while, i am shit at scheduling (like really bad lmao) but i hope you like it anyways!!

cw: cursing

playground:

sitting in the airport, you waited for ranboo and his parent’s to pick you up. the california heat was absolutely miserable, burning you up. everyone in the airport seemed miserable, covered in the slick of sticky sweat. leaning your head over the back of your chair, you stared at the fluorescent lights.

seeing someone shouting your name you picked your head up, only to flop it back down. how fucking tall was that kid…? would he crush you? stomp on you like a large goblin man? take you with his long arms and kidnap you, like slenderman? seriously, what the fuck were his parents feeding that kid????

after a few more seconds of indulging your strange thoughts of the possible cryptids ranboo may be related to ((mothman possibly??) please?), he walked over and stuck his head over yours.

“hello!” he stared at you from above, your brain racing with ‘tall man… tall man scary. but tall man friend…? confuse brain: ACTIVATE’ .

“uh, hello ranboo.” you went to pick your head up from over the back of your chair, clashing skulls with ranboo. tall man = threat.

sitting on the floor you held your head, wishing you could simply evaporate in the sky and then be rained down on the earth. maybe droplet-you would land somewhere colder, like greenland. or alaska. knowing your luck, you’d probably enter the fiery pits of a volcano. maybe a desert. life is a misery of pain cursing you to feel the heat radiating of the sun. your existence was the explosion of one of the endless stars occupying outer space.

“uh, you okay there? you’ve been sitting there for a few minutes now.” when you didn’t respond, ranboo made a confused noise. “i didn’t concuss you, did i?”.

“no, no you did not.” finally coming back to earth, you looked at ranboo. sure, you had known he was 6’6'' but the knowledge of his height was not the same as seeing him in person. you would just barely reach his height if you sat on the shoulders of a small child. even then, you would still be shorter, as the small child would be flailing around. heh. small children are funny.

standing up, you walked next to ranboo. with any other person you would be running to hug them. you had finally met one of your best friends, why weren’t you bursting at the seems. the simplest explanation for that is that he is so much taller when your next to him. thought he could crunch you like goblin earlier? wrong. you are jack and he is the beanstalk.

while he moved his arms for a hug, you patted his arms in a way that felt cryptic. ranboo, already accepting your strangeness, patted you back. after the arm-patting-friendship-initiation ceremony, you walked to the car. time to leave the stuffy airport.

throughout the entire car ride, you sat as far from ranboo as you could. when he slid closer to you to show you something funny, whether it was on tiktok or twitter, you tried to press yourself into the car door. yeah, you might’ve been over reacting but who cares? he was a foot and a half taller than you, were you supposed to welcome him with open arms? if anything, it's good you were afraid. it means your survival systems were still (somehow) intact and working properly.

once you arrived at the house, ranboo gave you your very own tour. within this tour, a pool was shown. a pool that would become your very new home. it was already decently late, which caused the enforcement of sleep. while you each went to your own rooms, you snuck out. pool time, as an escape from the blistering heat.

in the dark of the night, you jumped in the pool, ignoring the noise you made. finally, a reprieve from the merciless, miserable heat. “finally, sweet, sweet, cool water.” you let our a pleased sigh, reclining in the pool, floating on the surface and lightly kicking your feet.

with a quick end to your relaxation period, ranboo put his head through his window. “why are you in the pool?? its like two in the morning??” he stared down at you and you stared back. subconsciously, you moved further away from the house.

“... hot. i wanted a reprieve from the rise of hell.”

ranboo laughed and yelled back to you. “yeah, i expected that. i’ll be down soon.”

you yelled back a “wha-!” but he had already moved away from the window. he was coming down there to what? join you in the pool with his tall-ness?

you heard the back door slide open and out came ranboo. it seemed he also did not have the energy to change, both of you in normal clothing. Running torwars the pool, he jumped in, covering you in water.

“oh my god! jesus! why is it so cold?!?” his head popped up and he was trying to push all his hair out his face. while he swan towards you, you backed away. he paused. “look, i don’t know if you’re playing some prank on me or whatever, but why are you acting so scared of me? seriously, i was super excited to meet you and i understand if you’re tired, but what’s your deal right now?”.

you stared at him in silence. breaking the awkward silence, ranboo sighed and went to leave the pool. “... you’re too tall.” you muttered.

“what?” ranboo turned around and stared at you.

you sighed, accepting your fate. ��you’re too tall. you’re like, a whole foot taller than me.”.

he stared at you before breaking into laughter. “are you kidding me? seriously? that is NO reason to be scared i’m not gonna hurt you.”.

you threw your head back. “i knowwww.”.

ranboo started dying laughing, and soon enough you joined him. breaking out in a coughing fit, you stared at him. “i know, i’m an idiot.” you moved from the corner of the pool and moved near ranboo.

“yeah, yeah, you are.” ranboo stared laughing at you and you could see him scheming.

“no. no. nonononononono.” ranboo picked you up and through you into the water as hard as he could. swimming up as fast as you could, you saw him grinning like a fox. “you bitch!”.

this started a disaster, of splashing each other and throwing people in the water. grabbing pool floaties, you both fell asleep in the water.

the next morning your behaviors were a bit different. “ranbooooo. i’m bored. hang out with me.” laying on his floor under an air conditioner, you looked at ranboo as he was editing a new video. from the corner of your eye, you could see a phone pointing at you. he better not post anything on tiktok.

“i’m editing.” he smiled and kept looking at the screen, ignoring you.

“like i give a shit. let’s go out. get ice cream.”

knowing you would never shut up, ranboo gave in to your idiocy. “alright…”.

quickly getting up, you forced him to take you to the ice cream shop, holding his hand all the way. arriving at the shop, ranboo was forced to pay for both cones.

smiling, you chuckled. “gold digger…” you heard him mutter.

sitting at the benches, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “so, what caused this change in personality?” ranboo leaned his head over to look at you.

“nghhhhh;;;;;;; no.” you laughed at him, knowing you were frustrating him.

“so you just magically decided i could be a replacement for a playground?”

“i just got an idea! let’s go to the park! we can play on the playground.” ranboo sighed. you were the embodiment of :3, and definitely a handful.

finally this is out!! i hope you liked this, even though its late. very late… yes! But i hope you enjoyed this. side question - what’s everyone’s favorite ice cream flavor? personally, i always get superman from ice cream shops but strawberry from cartons.

tagged ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@feverish-dove

#mcyt x reader #ranboo x reader #feverish-dove

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totallytododeku · 4 years

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☁ studying together ( x reader hc's) ☁

characters: midoriya, bakugou, todoroki, kirishima, yaoyorozu, uraraka, + ashido

genre: fluff <33

☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁☁

I. Midoriya 🌳🍀🌻

this poor boy is so excited to be spending time with you

but he will not take his nose out of his textbook

he can't help it

he's so happy to be in the hero course he takes his schoolwork a little too seriously

however, you can use this to your advantage ;)

normally you're almost as invested in his journey to becoming the next Symbol of Peace and achieving his dream as he is

and you would never dream of doing anything that could jeopardize it

So you were silently bouncing off the walls with glee when you realized he was impervious to distractions when it came to studying

literally anything is fair game

which is why studying with him is your new favorite time of day

pet his hair

kiss his cheeks

climb into his lap

pat his head

hold his non-dominant hand

hug him from behind his chair

rest your head on his shoulder and take a nap

do whatever you want

you can basically do anything to him while he's studying without having to worry about distracting him

he will blush a little bit of you kiss him but but you think it's adorable

lol turn on whatever tv or music you want

but only if you're done with your work!!

hes very adamant that you keep up with your work as best you can do you can graduate side by side and be pro heroes together someday

K. Bakugou 💣💥 📢

he would totally be the one to invite you to study and he would probably want to study in his dorm

it's super quiet and nobody will bother you guys because they know it's that spiky gremlin's room

overall his room just has a really relaxing atmosphere

you love being near him as much as possible

and he's much more affectionate in the comfort of his dorm room

but that doesn't mean he's gonna go easy on u ;-;

he still has his gruff attitude and will make sure you're studying every day

or else he will call u baka and force you to sit down and study until you know all your material

he's actually a great tutor tho

he writes out all the work for each problem and explains them thoroughly

all while holding in you in his arms while you sit in his lap

sometimes you can convince him to play a game with you where every time you get an answer right he gives you a kiss

but you whine when you get one wrong and he won't kiss you

he huffs before giving you a kiss while still trying to look annoyed

stupid girl he mutters

but he pulls you a bit closer to him to hide his blush and moves on to the next problem despite your giggles

S. Todoroki ❄🔥🍜

he doesn't really need to study but he doesn't know how to just .. relax

like he doesn't know how to not do what his dad tells him to do

and his dad wants him to study

it's just easier for Todoroki to do what his dad wants than to rebel

that is, it was

Until he met you and the dekusquad

obviously everyone cares about their homework and wants to graduate well and go Plus Ultra!

but study sessions with Todoroki usually end up just being you guys trying to help him be less hard on himself while you have him as a captive audience

he doesn't really mind, though, especially when it's just you two

the intimacy of studying together in comfortable silence and just

enjoying each other's company

makes his heart go (*￣∇￣*)

like i said he doesn't really need to study so he'll just end up helping you review material

please just ... hold his hand :)

after you're done studying for the day just pull him into a hug and over to your bed

he needs a nap

you feel warm fuzzies inside from how caring he's been to sit with you while you finished your homework and bring you warm tea

you don't even think you just

Time for cuddles :3

it becomes your daily ritual to study together and then cuddle

he always falls asleep in your arms with a small smile

E. Kirishima 🗿🗿🗿

(HAHAHSHNSJ THE 🗿 EMOJI OMG I'M LITERALLY SO FUNNY LOL I'M CRYING)

"Okay, Y/N, let's study hard and do our homework like men!" *fist-pumping the air and grinning like an idiot*

"...what's so funny? "

he doesn't care if you're not a man it's his trademark

he likes to study at his desk because he says it's "important to stay focused and work diligently"

generally he is the least focused person, ever. besides kaminari.

however, he's so energetic and enthusiastic that once you sit down and start studying he'll be able to keep your motivation up until you've finished all your homework

GREAT at studying for tests and quizzes (in theory)

he will never give up

like I said he could keep studying for hours once he sets his mind to it

So you have to compromise and get him to study in short bursts throughout the day to help him have a better chance of remembering anything ;-;

his memory is not great but it's kinda cute

you, being the smart cookie that u are, realized the best way to help him memorize things was to study with flashcards frequently throughout the weekend while doing other activities

so you plan to hang out together and do something fun every week while having your study material on index cards in your back pockets

it's a literal study date.

a weekly date out to the mall or the park or a little coffee shop but with math trivia thrown in randomly throughout the afternoon!! :D

Of course he was ready to turn it into a game he's a literal puppy

he just wants to show you you can be proud of him

you giggle lightly when you hear him say that and let him know that you'll always be proud of him, no matter what

M. Yaoyorozu 👑🏆☕

studyblr wants what u have.

studying in momo's room makes you feel like a Victorian young lady studying moral philosophy, writing poetry about the mourning doves outside the garden window, and waiting for her husband to come home from sailing the seven seas

it's your Belle moment where she's in the royal library except it's every day

stacks of beautiful, old books

the smell of the crisp, white pages

soft classical music floating through the air

the window cracked open slightly

and you are the luckiest student in all of UA because you get to study with the smartest girl in the whole school

she's also gorgeous and sweet and perfect which def doesn't hurt

u know that joke that ur teacher can spend a year explaining something and u never understand but then a random indian guy on YouTube explains it in 2 minutes and you finally get it

she is that random indian guy

you will never struggle with a single concept after you start studying with her

And she's so proud of you for every little question you answer correctly

(even thought she's the one that explained it all so well in the first place)

it's the definition of comfortable silence

she insists that neither of you study too hard and that you take lots of breaks to stretch

she says its to help you stay concentrated but really she just wants to feel your gentle hands on her shoulders as you massage out the knots

you take turns kneading the tension out of each other's shoulders

you feel a pleasant tingle down your spine at the feeling of her soft breath on the back of your neck

She pulls away and you share awkward smiles, neither of you realizing the other one of blushing, too

(((*≧艸≦)ﾌﾟﾌﾟｯ

O. Uraraka 🌜🚀🙏

ur actually super productive study buddies

Like u started studying together and then all of a sudden you were almost at the top of your class

she's just so sweet that being with her gives you the energy you need to write that essay all in one sitting instead of procrastinating like a normal person

Shows up at your dorm with snacks and drinks to keep your energy up!! :D

even though she's still going to end up getting sleepy anyway later in the afternoon

You get most of your studying done at the beginning of your study date so it's not really a problem

you know she doesn't have a lot of money to be throwing around so you pay for dinner every night

It's usually takeout but sometimes you guys make your own dinner for fun!

it always turns out almost inedible and burned because neither of you were paying attention to the stove

don't let baku see it or he'll start screaming about how you need to try your best at everything so he can beat you fair and square and that includes cooking too

neither you nor uraraka can handle spicey food so you never eat what Bakugou cooks for the class

You grab a few bags of chips and some sushi and shut yourselves in your dorm to pull an all-nighter study session about once a month

it should make you tired but, again, studying with her is so enjoyable that you don't mind

u two enjoy each others company in studying so much that you sometimes read ahead in your textbooks just to be able to study more

overall, hanging out with her is just lighthearted and filled with giggles

and you just so happen to get all your homework done along the way

M. Ashido 👾👽🚿

"studying" with her is so much fun

Hanging out with Mina in general is so much fun

it's impossible not to smile when she's around so even if you have a huge exam tomorrow, all your worries fade away just from being with her

She is pretty distracting in cases where you actually wanted to get stuff done

But you don't care

Change of plans

you're doing mani pedi's with Mina

No more studying

it's not as bad as it sounds though

You're not slacking off or anything and you can still keep your grades up with help from your other friends like Momo and Iida

you guys are just goofing off in the privacy of your dorm room when you should be studying

"It's not a crime to be young, Y/ N ;)"

she's just so energetic and happy like a little pink ball of sunshine

you can't help but laugh at her silliness and cute antics after a long day of classes

she makes your heart beat faster like you're on a roller coaster but without the nerves

somehow you feel giddy and comfortable in her presence at the same time

it doesn't matter what you two are doing, you always have fun

make sure she goes to bed on time, though, or she might end up baking a seven-tier cake at 3 am and Bakugou will scream at you for waking him up

don't feed her after midnight lmao

i started writing this after i almost died of boredom in my online calc class. my senioritis is already kicking in and it's still September (｡-ω-)

#boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader fluff #bnha headcannons #bakugou katsuki x reader fluff #midoriya izuku x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shoto todoroki #Uraraka ochako #uraraka ochako x reader #Mina ashido x reader #yaoyorozu momo x reader #yaomomo #Kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader fluff headcannons #study date #hc

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rosella-writes · 3 years

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writing tag game

Thank you so much for the tag @noire-pandora, @kittynomsdeplume, @melisusthewee and @emerald-amidst-gold <3

Whoooo boy, here we go.

How many works do you have on AO3?

17, but quite a few are just one-shots. I only have a couple long-fics, mostly because my poor ADHD brain is cruel to me.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

190,052, but if I hadn't orphaned my old (and embarrassing) Skyrim and Sherlock fanfics it'd probably be closer to 300,000.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips - 579

i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted - 56

a fuller feeling (a brighter burst) - 54

Eunoia - 40

i'd wanna be felled by you, held by you (fuel the pyre of your enemies) - 39

(And to be perfectly honest, my most popular fic is by far my worst. I spend so much more time carefully crafting for Eunoia than I do anything else, but the little following it's picked up has made it worth more to me than all the kudos and comments on "honey.")

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I used to be terrible about it, mostly because the vast majority of comments I once got was hate (I wrote for a weirdly unpopular wlw pairing). Now I make it a point to respond to every single one when I can, even the short ones, to thank them for taking the time. It means so much.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It was a drabble for the r/dragonage writing thread, actually! The premise was a font in the Black Emporium that would show your OC the outcome of a decision made differently. I wrote Eliana Lavellan from Eunoia discovering what would have happened if she'd fought with Solas in Crestwood until he told her the truth... and its outcome was worse than the timeline where he left her and kept his secret. You can read it here (it's about 1200 words, nice and short).

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

My various Solavellan pairings don't get happy endings. Evelyn Lavellan was more of a narrative tool to explore Solas with, so her ending was cut short. Eliana doesn't have her ending yet, but it will be bitter and painful. My happiest ending was for my Bella/Rosalie pairing for Twilight - Bella became a vampire and lived happily ever after with her wife.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't, unfortunately! Since my days on tumblr and FFNet, S*perWh*L*ck left a terrible taste in my mouth when it came to crossovers. I'd be open to it one day if I can find fandoms chill enough.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

As I previously mentioned, yes. In my Bella/Rosalie fic, I made it a point for Rosalie to love all the parts of Bella that weren't conventionally beautiful. My Bella is also a dark-skinned black woman, and the intersection of racism, colorism, and misogyny where it concerns attractiveness was something I thought worth including because I didn't see enough of it in fic. I wanted to highlight all the things that don't get enough attention or are actively reviled, like hyperpigmentation, stretch marks, natural hair, soft bellies, areolas and vulvas that aren't perfectly symmetrical or small, pubic hair and armpit hair and little hairs around nipples - things that I love about AFAB people! I got a lot of comments on my smut chapters calling Bella disgusting, or me nasty for choosing to include those traits. I deleted every single one.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

So much. I love exploring pairings or power dynamics that people wouldn't necessarily consider, like a strong female warrior Lavellan domming Solas, or Solas topping Blackwall. I wanted to show a black woman in an interracial relationship with a white woman where she got to be soft and loved gently, where she got to be quiet, bookish, and looked after instead of expected to be the loud, strong stereotype that we pin black women into. I wanted to show the power of masculinity in an elven mage who loves a warrior woman (Solas/Cass), or the nurturing side of domming in a relationship between a pan giant and a bisexual elf (Iron Bull/Solas).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, tbh. I turn up to fandoms a decade late, so usually by the time I get any traction the fic-stealers have done their dirty work and leave me alone.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't! I hope to one day write a fic in Greek for my best friend, though. They deserve to read about Solas in their mother-tongue.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but have done some plotting with aforesaid Greek friend.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Solavellan, absolutely. Any variation, honestly - I've loved m!Solavellan, f!Solavellan, as well as any variation including nonbinary, trans, or other interpretation of the relationship. Solas sees and loves the spirit, and I love the idea that its vessel doesn't matter so much to him. I headcanon him as a he/him agender bisexual, for what it's worth.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I've technically marked i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted as complete, but it cuts off right before Adamant and was intended to be a full Solavellan story. However, I just didn't care for my rogue f!Lavellan OC very much, and didn't think she matched Solas well. I developed an OC that I enjoyed writing much better and rolled with it. So, I'm sorry Evelyn Lavellan, but your story is frozen with the two of you happy in bed. Solas will never break up with her so long as I don't write that part, right?

What are your writing strengths?

I love dialogue and crafting character voices! Getting a comment that I've managed to portray a favorite character so well that they can hear their voice in their head as they read? Priceless.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition vs description. I want to show instead of tell, but developing the right environment for a scene can be tough for me. It's so much easier to write that the characters are cold and the ground is wet than to wax poetic about dripping leaves and frosty air. But I'm working on it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm obsessed with it. I love little bits sprinkled through that make sense with context, and culturally speaking it would feel wrong not to sometimes! I'm also the type of person that's always been obsessed with languages, and instead of becoming fluent in one I've learned a smattering of a whole lot. So any opportunity to sneak in some French, Welsh, German when it makes sense? I'm taking it. And don't even get me started on Elvhen or Qunlat because I will sprinkle that shit like biodegradable glitter.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Okay I'm gonna flout this question and just write my fandoms in order:

Sherlock (circa 2010 - 2014)

Skyrim (2016)

Twilight (obsessed from 2005 - 2010 but didn't write for it until 2019 or 2020 when Midnight Sun released)

Dragon Age (March 2021 and easily the most fanfic I've ever written ever)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite one to write was probably i'd wanna be felled by you, but my favorite to reread is Eunoia. It's most likely the most honest, least presumptuous thing I've ever written, and it's easily the longest thing I've ever attempted. I'm very proud of it.

As far as tagging goes, I've been very rude lately with it by tagging people late in the day, or tagging folks that I haven't tagged before, and am still refiguring out tumblr etiquette (since I haven't been here since the days of the skeleton war and the Mishapocalypse lmao), so presume if you see this you're tagged to participate. With no expectations nor pressure, though, I'll tag @dreadfutures, @varric-tethras-editor and @blarfkey if they'd like. <3

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“A Love So Beautiful” Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Please Vote for Me

FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka, Manami Aoki, Watabe Nozomi, Minaho + Takeda-Sensei

TW: Y/N kicks Stinkyshima lmao, Teasing/Acts of Bullying, Mild Language

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn

WORD COUNT: 5,390

“A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL” Masterlist

A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry for the delay of this chapter! Tumblr ended up marking my account as explicit as I was trying to change my profile picture🗿, so I wasn’t able to post :,(( This chapter’s a bit long.. but thank you so much again! MWAH ILYYY!! 💖

The sound of students chattering fills the classrooms of Class-4.

“Good morning class-4” Ono-Sensei strolls in, her heels clicking the floor. The students quiet down as they stand, greeting their homeroom teacher back in sync before sitting. “As you may know we are near spring semester, following will be our Culture Festival, held on campus before your spring break.” The students cheer as she stands tall in front of the podium, her hand resting on the left arm. “Alright-alright, I’m not finished yet. We are in need of a class monitor to represent us for not only the event, but for the rest of your high-school career.” She scans the room before her eyes fall on Tsukishima. “Tsukishima-kun, I would like to ask if you can hold up to this position.” She says out loud.

Tsukishima visibly freezes in his spot before standing, clearing his throat. “I apologize, Ono-Sensei, but I am a bit occupied at the moment with preparing for the Spring High Preliminaries with the Volleyball Club. I won’t be able to dedicate most of my time towards the Culture Festival.” He says before seating himself. “That’s not a problem. Yamaguchi-kun?” Yamaguchi stands before speaking. “I’m sorry Ono-Sensei, I’m also a part of the volleyball club…” Yamaguchi trails, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh that’s right, it’s no worries as well” Ono-Sensei clears her throat before beginning. “Since two of our top students are unable to represent our class, we will hold an election. Remember the job of the class monitor holds a lot of responsibility and weight. Not only will you be the class monitor, you will represent class-4 as a whole. All you do will be reflected back to us, understood? We will continue this discussion after break, now if you can all pull your textbooks out to page 17 where we left off.” She announces, turning her back to the board preparing her chalk.

The bell rings for break as the lesson pauses. Students make their way out of the classroom to spend the short period.

Yamaguchi stands from his seat, making his way to Yachi, pulling a chair by her desk. You turn to face your four friends in excitement. “Who do you think will join and win the election?” “Ahmmmm” Yachi places a finger under her chin. “I have no clue, I would have thought Tsukishima or Yamaguchi-kun would be perfect for the position.” She turns to look at Yamaguchi. “You’re very good at leading, and have a friendly reputation.” The freckled boy blushes immensely from the compliment. “Though if I’m honest, I feel Manami-chan has been very active in the class lately.” “Oh! Yachi-san you do have a point!” Yamaguchi agrees with her. You grit your teeth to the name of that she-devil before turning to Tsukishima, your expression softening. “What do you think, Tsukki?” Tsukishima not sparing a second to think. “Manami Aoki.” Before putting his headphones back on. You huff in jealousy at the sound of Tsukishima mentioning her name. ‘What’s so good about her anyways? I’m just as capable..’ You think looking in her seat’s direction.

The bell rings and the students make their way back to class, Ono-Sensei following after.

“Welcome back class, I hope you had a relaxing break. Now before we move onto our next lesson, please raise your hand if you would like to run for class monitor. Keep in mind what I had said earlier, this position holds a lot of duty and trust, there will come many responsibilities. Do I make myself clear?” Ono-sensei eyes her students, before the class responds with a “yes” in sync. “Perfect. Now please raise your hand if you would like to run for the position.”

She watches as three students raise their hands, of course Manami Aoki being one of the three. Writing their names down one by one, when she finally reaches Manami, your ears perk remembering Tsukishima saying her name, ‘Manami Aoki’. You close your eyes, not having any control, you raise your hand. “Ah, and lastly f/n l/n.” The sound of your name causes the class to go silent, turning their head back to you.

Whispers among the students are heard. Yachi turns her head to you whispering “y/n!” You open your lids and see dozens of eyes looking in your direction. Feeling embarrassment creep up your spine, you look towards Tsukishima’s seat. He too was staring, but immediately looks away the moment you made eye contact.

“Hah, I didn’t think y/n would want to run. Not with her best skill being irresponsible.” Watabe comments, gaining a couple chuckles from the class. You let your hand down, sinking into your seat in embarrassment. “Watabe Nozomi-” Ono-sensei tries to scold before; Tsukishima, irritated, slaps his pen to his notebook, immediately shutting up the chuckling students.

You and Yachi find yourselves at Ukai’s shop afterschool, Yachi offering to treat you to snacks, hoping to help cheer you up after Watabe’s uncalled remark.

“Hey y/n, don’t listen to them. I think it was pretty courageous of you to raise your hand and run for such a… interesting position.” Yachi says, tapping the two wrapped pastries in her hand together.

“Yaaaaachiii!!! I had no idea what came over me, after I heard her name I couldn’t control myself. It’s like my hand went up on it’s own, and before I knew it Ono-sensei was writing my name down!” You cry to her.

Yachi pats your shoulder as you turn the corner of the aisle, pausing and turning back immediately from hearing and seeing Watabe Nozomi and Manami Aoki.

“Y/n has some nerve running for class monitor.” “Nozomi-chan, everyone should get a chance. No matter how underqualified they are.” Manami replies, the two letting out a laugh before heading out.

Yachi turns to you, seeing the hurt look on your face. “Hey, ignore them, I think you’re going to do well, come on let’s go.” She takes your hand, paying coach Ukai at the register before you two head out.

The next day approaches, and you stand by the vending machines, rehearsing your lines. You let out a yawn, you stayed up all night preparing your speech. As you close your mouth, you feel a straw poke your lips. Jumping back in confusion, you open your eyes to find Kageyama standing in front of you, a strawberry milk carton in hand with its straw facing you. “Morning boss.” “Kageyama Tobio! Don’t scare me like that!” Kageyama lets out a sly smile as he waits for you to take the milk carton that has already touched your lips. You take it from his hands and sip. You pop your lip, letting out a refreshing “ah” before looking up into his blue eyes.

You guys stare for a few seconds before you let out a cry, clutching your hair. “Kageyama! What am I going to do, I’m so nervous and scared, I feel like I’m going to embarrass myself in front of the class again! Everyone’s going to make a fool out of me and-and-” You let out a yelp as Kageyama pulls you into an embrace. You let yourself suffocate into his school’s blazer, letting your hands fall to your side, letting out a muffled scream.

Kageyama pulls away and you look up at him with a pout. “You got this” he says, cheeks a bit flushed. He takes both his hands and awkwardly begins to pat your hair back down, fixing it. He then takes your bag in his hands. “Ready for class?”

Just as the bell for break rings, you immediately jump to your seat, grabbing your water bottle and making your way to the water fountains. You feel sick, absolutely sick to your stomach, absolutely afraid, thinking you need more water to help quench that feeling in your stomach. You look up as you take the steps onto the platform, seeing Tsukishima filling his water bottle. You turn around quickly, flattening your hair before approaching right behind him. “Tsukki!” The boy pays no mind, as he continues to fill his water bottle. “I feel so nervous…” He stops the water from running, turning the lid of the water bottle. “You’d vote for me right?” You ask looking at him. He turns to make eye contact with you before replying bluntly. “You think?” He begins walking back to class, having you stand there, your smile dying.

“And this is why, I hope you would not only allow me to partake in such a responsible role, but to also server for you all as a class. Thank you for your time.” Manami speaks before bowing. The class erupts in claps. She takes a step to the side, shoving you slightly with her shoulder as she steps down the podium. “Well done Manami-chan, now may I have y/n please step up to the podium.” Ono-sensei asks of you, and you do so. You begin to lightly shake, setting your written speech on the podium. You look up to immediately find your friends to seek comfort, Hinata, Kageyama, Yachi, Yamaguchi… Tsukki? Before you can ask where Tsukki had gone, Ono-sensei speaks. “You may now begin.”

Taking a large gulp, you hold onto the ends of your paper, trembling slightly. “M-my name is f/n tsuki- I-I mean l/n… and I would.. I would..” You begin to stutter, the class beginning to laugh quietly. “You’re laughing? Try going up there and speak-” Kageyama bursts irritated. “Enough-” Ono-sensei is interrupted by Yamaguchi’s hand slapping onto the desk.

You turn to catch eyes with him, Hinata, Kageyama and Yachi, holding up a mini sign “You can do it!” You close your eyes to take a deep breath before your smile reappears on your face, opening your eyes as you begin;

“Hi everyone, I know that you may feel it's ridiculous that I am standing here. I have never been a good student, when it comes to academics, or socialization. A lot of times I make mistakes and embarrass myself. However, I would like to make a change for you. We will be classmates for the next three years, when we may quarrel and get angry at each other, and make mistakes. What's more is when we work together as a class, I hope that the l/n f/n that remains in your memory, will not be the one that always causes trouble, but also one that is there to help you. I want to be a monitor who is with you from now until the end. Thank you.” You give a bright smile before bowing.

The class stays silent before rounds of applause are heard, and you smile brightens just a tad bit more.

“Beautiful, now, let’s get to the votes.” Ono-sensei cheers as students begin to hand their ballot in. “Yamaguchi-kun, would you mind collecting the ballots and reading to me the names?” Yamaguchi agrees and begins to collect the ballots. Making his way to Ono-sensei afterwards. “ “Hamada Hiro. Manami Aoki. Manami Aoki. L/n F/n. Manami Aoki. Manami Aoki. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. L/n F/n. Manami Aoki.” Yamaguchi reads as Ono-sensei writes the tallies on the board. Manami gives you a side glance as Yamaguchi reads the final slip. “And L/N.” You turn to the board, seeing you have one vote more than Manami.

“Alright class that settles it, let's congratulate L/n F/n on her new role as class-4′s monitor!” The class erupts in a cheer, clapping as they congratulate you. “W-wait!” Ono-sensei turns to look at you. “Where’s Tsukishima?” “He had gone out to collect some paperwork from Takeda-sensei for me, it’s okay we can skip him-” As Ono-sensei finished, Tsukishima walks in with a stack of paper in hand. “Ono-sensei, here’s the paperwork.” He says, handing it to her before heading to his seat. “Tsukki!” The blonde stops in his tracks before turning to Yamaguchi, “Your vote?” he asks. Tsukishima looks to you, then to the board. “Manami Aoki.” He replies before sitting down.

Yachi, Kageyama, Yamaguchi and Hinata are in shock before Hinata yells “He betrayed us!” You feel your heart tear once again by the blonde, as the girl besides you lets out a snicker.

“Well, since we have a tie, we will allow both Manami Aoki and L/n F/n to be co-monitors for this week, in the meantime we will observe and have a final vote at the end. Please take your seats, and turn to page…”

You tune out the sounds around you as you sit back down, shrinking into your seat.

The next day you arrive to class, immediately sitting before resting your chin to your arm, pouting, looking towards Tsukishima’s direction.

Hinata, Kageyama and Yachi come in together, greeting you before they notice your depressing behavior as you look at Tsukishima. Kageyama immediately pats your head while Hinata and Yachi try to cheer you up with their sweet words. As they do, the three stop seeing Manami approach Tsukishima with a cutely wrapped jar, filled with various sweets.

“Disgusting” Kageyama mutters before pulling away from you. The four of you watching the exchange.

“Tsukishima-san, thank you so much for your vote the other day, these are for you!!!” She attempts to get his attention, but he ignores her, headphones still on. Kageyama and Hinata begin to chuckle, causing her attention to face you four, giving YOU a scowl look before turning back to Tsukishima. “Excuse me, Tsukishima-san?” You watch as Tsukishima lets out an irritated sigh, lifting his headphones off. Looking back to Manami you see as she smiles and perks up, probably due to finally getting the boy’s attention. “These are for you-” “No thanks.” He interrupts immediately. Now it's your turn to chuckle. Manami scoffs, leaving the jar of sweets on his table before stomping away.

“Oh! Tsukki~” Yamaguchi lets out cheerfully as he makes his way to his desk beside his friend. “Shut up Yamaguchi” He says back. “Wow, look at those sweets they look delicious” He comments as he sits. You watch as Tsukishima grabs the jar, immediately moving it to Yamaguchi’s desk before putting his headphones back on. “Thanks Tsukki!” The freckled boy says cutely. You turn to look towards Manami, irritated that the boy she admired just gave her present away to someone else so easily.

You, Kageyama, Hinata and Yachi make your way back to class after fetching water during break, Hinata begins “Y/n, it’s time for you to turn to another guy.” At this, Kageyama immediately perks up, looking towards your direction nodding. “Never” You say pouting, holding your water bottle closer to your chest. The three let out a sigh before entering the class.

As you enter and make your way back to your seats, you hear the voice of Watabe speaking to Manami, talking badly about you as always. “That last vote for y/n was so embarrassing.” Hinata immediately stands, defending you. “Don’t talk about y/n like that.” The two girls turn their heads to the boy “Huh? It’s a fact. Y/n really thinks she has the weight to be a class monitor.”

The tension in the room becomes heavy, Yamaguchi speaking, about to break up the possible fight. “Hey-” Tsukishima immediately gets out of his seat, walking towards the door before-

Kageyama grabs him by the wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Not even looking at him, he lets out a demanding “Say it.”

The whole class turns their attention to the two, Yamaguchi too turns his attention, confused and terrified of what is to come.

Hinata then turns, making his way to stand in front of Tsukishima. “Yeah! Why didn’t you vote for y/n?”

Tsukishima gives Hinata a glare before snapping his wrist away from Kageyama’s tight grip. He turns to look at you, you’re looking back at him wondering the same question. “She doesn’t fit for the position.” He says coldly before moving past Hinata, making his way out of the class.

You sit there, processing what he had just said before running out after him. You stand in front of him, blocking his path. He stops confused why you had followed him out, now blocking him. tears forming to your eyes you ask “How come I don’t fit for the position?” “You just don’t” He replies immediately. “But Manami Aoki does? Why?” “Because she’s better than you.” He hadn’t meant to say it like that. You look up to him in disbelief, before lifting your leg to kick him. “FUCK- Y/N!” He cries, grabbing onto his leg. You look at him in shock, not believing you just kicked him before running back inside, tears streaming down your face.

You sink into your seat, casing your crying form into your arms. Yachi, Hinata and Kageyama immediately notice.

“Y/n? What happened?” Yachi asks. From this, Yamaguchi turns to you four, immediately making his way, grabbing a chair and sitting beside you. “Y/n-chan?” Yamaguchi now asks, trying to get you to look up. “Y/n. Please tell us what happened, are you okay?” Yachi asks again. Kageyama now upset, he stands, making his way in front of your desk kneeling down. You don’t budge. Irritated, he asks “Did he bully you?! I’ll beat him up!” He begins to roll the sleeves to his blazer and storm out. “Yeah!” Hinata stands, mimicking the tall boy. Before the two can move, Yamaguchi stops Kageyama, as Yachi stops Hinata.

“I-... I-...” You begin slowly lifting your head. The four turn back to you, sitting down as they listened. “I kicked Tsukki…” You begin to cry harder, feeling guilty. Yamaguchi feels the soul leave his body, Yachi sits there in shock trying to process if what she heard you confess was right. “What?! You kicked him?!” Hinata asks, “Damn” Kageyama lets out a laugh before patting you on the back. “Good job y/n!” You begin to sob harder. “What should i do? Do you think he hates me? Should I apologize to him?”. Yamaguchi rubs the back of his neck, and Yachi goes in to hug you while Kageyama glares at Hinata for making you cry harder. “I don’t think he hates you” Yachi tries comforting you. Yamaguchi then suggests “let’s do something else to take your mind off this.. Hey miss monitor, don’t you have to collect the activity fee for next week?” You look up to him and nod.

Grabbing your backpack, you take the envelope Ono-sensei gave you earlier. The four immediately pull their wallets out, handing you the money for the activity fee. You smile at your friends as Yachi goes to help you ask around the class for them to turn the fee into you.

During lunch, the five of you sit together, you’re still sulking over the incident while picking your food. “Come on y/n, eat! It happened already, don’t think about it too much!” Yamaguchi says. “You’re the one who kicked him, but I’m the one who feels good.” Kageyama lets out a low smirk, turning to you. You begin to tear up again, he immediately stops and offers you his dessert. “‘M sorry…” You take his dessert and begin to stuff your mouth with it.

“How’s the collection going?” Yamaguchi tries changing the topic, before you look up at him. “Er- Almost done but…” Yachi replies looking back to you. You pout as you continue to gaze mindlessly at your unfinished meal. “I don’t want to ask him for the fee…” The three boys know who you are referring to.

Back in class, the five of you sit down in your seats. You look towards Tsukishima’s direction.

“Y/n… I can go with you if you want…” Yachi says, you turn to face her. “No Yach, it’s okay…” You grab the envelope on your desk, making your way towards Tsukishima. Immediately he turns his head, looking up at you. “Um…” He notices the envelope in your hands, immediately pulling out a full bill. “Change” he says as looks back to his notes. As you take the money, you notice Manami’s presence in front of you. She looks to you before facing Tsukishima. “Tsukishima-san, Takeda-sensei asked for me to notify you to go to his office later.” Tsukishima nods, not even looking from his notes. You see Manami lean closer to him. “You know-” Jealous, you immediately slap the change back onto Tsukishima’s desk. The two surprised by your demeanor, looking to you as you make your way back to your seat.

You sigh as you slip the envelope of money into your notebook, the bell for class ringing.

After class, the second break takes place. Manami makes her way to you. “Don’t forget about the activity fee.” She looks down at you. You look up to her from your seat nodding. As she walks away you let out a quiet “You’re telling me.”

You begin to take your backpack out, retrieving the envelope. You notice, it’s not in your bag. Looking into your desk, you begin to dig every scrap, taking everything out as you begin to panic. Yachi turns to you, watching you panic. “Y/n?” You turn and give her a look. She then knows what you’re trying to say. “You lost the-” You slap your hand to her mouth, dragging her out of the class. Kageyama notices and follows after you two.

You dragged Yachi to the girls’ bathroom.

“Yes…” You admit to her looking down.

Making your way out of the bathroom, the two of you notice Kageyama waiting outside.

“You okay boss?” He asks.

You turn to look at Yachi, trying to think of an excuse. You begin to bend over, holding onto your stomach. “Argh- yeah! My stomach just hurts…” You give Yachi a side glance, begging for her to go along with it. “Uh yeah! Y/n wasn’t feeling well so we went to the bathroom together…” Yachi trails.

Kageyama looks between the two of you before letting out a relieved sigh. “I was very worried for a second, but now I’m just worried.” He looks back to Yachi, then to you. “I’ll go to the nurse’s to get you something that can help you.” Before the two of you can stop him, he’s already running away in the direction of the nurse’s office.

You two look at each other in disbelief that he actually bought the horrible acting, now making your way back to class.

“Y/n!” You turn to Hinata and Yamaguchi who were waiting for you to come back. “Is everything okay?” They ask, and you admit to them as well you had lost the money.

The four of you immediately go on a quest to find the missing envelope, before class begins.

In the meantime…

Kageyama takes a deep breath before going into the nurse’s office, bending over with his arm to his stomach. The nurse looks from his clipboard, noticing the boy.

Kageyama stares at him before remembering his act. “Argh…” He plops down into the seat in front of him. “Sir I don’t feel well…” He keeps himself down. “Oh?” The nurse lets his clipboard down. “What seems to be the problem?”

Kageyama blinks trying to think of something. “My leg… no uh my stomach, it hurts so bad argh…”

The nurse lets out a small laugh. “A stomach ache?” He stands, heading to the cabinet behind him. “For you or?” Kageyama looks up at him, then resumes back to his normal behavior. “For a friend sir…” The nurse laughs, before taking out a heat pack, handing it to him.

“You’re not too good with acting champ.” Kageyama takes the heat pack from the nurse, before heading out, embarrassed.

You plop down at the staircase, frustrated. Yamaguchi looking to Yachi. “Y/n, why don’t you stay here and relax, we’ll try out best to find it.” Yamaguchi says, before the two head off to continue the search.

As they head down, Tsukishima turns the corner of the steps, making his way up. Before turning again, he stops, his hand on the railing. “You lost the activity fee?”

You freeze, looking up to him. “No…” You lie.

“Oh good” He lets out sarcastically with a fake sigh of relief, about to continue his way up the stairs before-

“Ah!” You cling onto his leg. He looks down at you, surprised by the sudden action. “Yes… help me?”

Tsukishima pauses for a second before replying “Why would I?” “Please?” You immediately reply, giving him puppy eyes.

He sighs before taking a seat next to you on the staircase.

“How did you lose it?” “I can’t remember…” “When did you last have it?” “I can’t remember…” “Think harder” “I can’t!” You let out in frustration, Tsukishima lets out a sigh.

“You asked me earlier for the activity fee during class, what did you do with the envelope after?” He asks, you look up trying to remember. You stop before turning your head to him. “It’s in my practice book!” You smile at him, before it immediately drops.

“The one I turned into… Takeda-sensei…” Tsukishima sighs, he sees Kageyama making his way to you two from afar. He begins to get up before you stop him once again, clinging to his leg. “I still need help…” You try using your puppy eyes again.

Tsukishima kneels down on one knee, leaning closer to your face, as he motions his hands in a ‘come closer’ motion. You lean your ear towards him before he replies.

“Aren’t you good at kicking people? Kick him.” He says before leaving up the stairs.

You watch as he makes his way up the stairs quickly. “Tsukki!”

Kageyama makes his way to you, handing the heat pack before sitting beside you. “For your stomach ache.” You look at him, replying with a “thanks” before handing it back, making your way up the stairs where Takeda-sensei’s office could be. Kageyama watches as, thinking you are following after Tsukishima, he lets out a sigh.

You turn your head as you walk down the hall, looking left and right, making sure the ‘coast is clear’ before sneaking into the teacher’s office, and slowly shutting the door behind you. You immediately make your way to Takeda-sensei’s desk, sitting on his chair as you search for your practice book.

You are so focused on your search, that you didn’t realize another person had slid the office door open, making their way in to stand in front of Takeda-sensei’s desk, watching you.

You feel the presence of someone watching you, looking up you notice a figure, before you can hide down, you notice it’s just Tsukishima. You sigh in relief as you begin searching for your practice book.

Tsukishima watches you, before turning his attention to the door.

As you continue searching, the door slides open, revealing Ono-sensei and Takeda-sensei making their way in. Tsukishima immediately blocks your view from them as you stand straight, shuffling Takeda-sensei’s desk to how it originally looked.

“Tsukishima-kun?” The two teachers ask. Tsukishima stands, trying to figure a way to hold them as you finish. “Takeda-sensei, Manami-chan had mentioned you wanted to meet with me?” Takeda-sensei looks at the boy before remembering. “Ah yes!” He turns to his coworker. “Tsukishima-kun has been very active, towards his academics and performance in the school’s volleyball club.” Tsukishima gives you a side glance, tuning out whatever Takeda-sensei was talking to Ono-sensei about.”

“And you?” Tsukishima freezes, before turning back to Ono-sensei. You poke from behind his tall figure. “Tsukishima-san asked me to accompany him...” You lie. Ono-sensei looks to Tsukishima, he nods looking away.

“Well there’s no need, Takeda-sensei’s here now. Let’s get back to class.” You nod and make your way out with her, looking behind to Tsukishima as Ono-sensei slides the door shut.

Tsukishima watches as the two of you disappear into the hall.

Back in class, the bell rings for instructions to begin again.

“Monitor’s please hand in your work that was assigned to you.” You watch as Manami hands a folder of documents to Ono-sensei.

“Y/n-chan?” She asks looking to you after taking the folder from Manami.

“Ono-sensei…” You stand from your seat, everyone in class turning their attention to you.

“I… I lost the activity fee envelope…” You confess, hanging your head down as the class erupts in shock.

Tsukishima stands by Takeda-sensei’s desk as his advisor goes on about the volleyball club. He notices one of the practice notebooks, bulging. He reads the name on it, it's yours. As Takeda-sensei speaks, Tsukishima discreetly nudges the stack of practice notebooks, causing them to fall over.

He apologizes to Takeda-sensei, immediately diving to pick up the notebooks, slipping the envelope into the sleeve of his blazer, before setting the stack of notebooks on his desk. Bidding a farewell as he makes his way out, running back to class.

“Are you serious?” “How much was in the envelope?” “I can’t believe you lost all the money!” The class begins to interrogate and scold you. “What a joke for y/n to be the monitor” Watabe scoffs, you look down saddened and ashamed before the classroom door opens, revealing Tsukishima catching his breath.

Tsukishima looks at you, making his way inside. “Sensei, the money is right here.” He turns to face Ono-sensei as he hands her the envelope. “Y/n-chan left the money to me.”

“No” Tsukishima turns to look at you. “I lost it, and Tsukki- Tsukishima-san retrieved it for me. I’m so sorry, I’m not fit to be a monitor.” You apologize, with your head low. You don’t notice Tsukishima looking at you in shock as he makes his way back to his seat.

You stay standing, before Ono-sensei speaks up.

“Look, you’re all still young. I don’t remember if you still remember what Y/n-chan said during the election. ‘We will be classmates for the next three years, when we may quarrel and get angry at each other, and make mistakes.’ Y/n-chan had made a great point.” Ono-sensei turns her attention back to you. “But you also missed, Y/n-chan, that these three years is a time when you will truly grow up. It doesn’t mean how many chemical equations you master, nor does it mean whether you can solve all the questions in math. It means how you are going to be qualified as an adult. You should have the courage to admit to your mistakes.”

You look up to her, making your way from your seat to the front of the class. “I made a mistake, and I am sorry.” You apologize.

Ono-sensei smiles to you, proud of your mature action. “And you” She turns her attention back to the class. “You all also need to have a broad heart to tolerate each others’ mistakes.” Everyone turns to face you. “It’s okay Y/n-chan.”

You look to your class, giving a warm smile. “Thank you, but really- It was my fault this time.” You turn your attention to face Ono-Sensei. “Ono-sensei, thank you for the opportunity, but I would like to resign from the position.” Ono-sensei looks at you, before letting you back to your seat. “Okay” She calls, “It’s over. Manami Aoki is our new class monitor.” She announces before class resumes.

You walk beside Tsukishima as he pushes his bike in hand. You stop, grabbing onto the ends of his blazer. He stops and turns to you, looking down.

“You were right. I don’t fit to be a monitor.” You admit to him.

Tsukishima gets on his bike, before turning his gaze back to you. “But actually, you were a really good one.” He says as he begins to lightly pedal, riding off slowly.

You stand in shock, before running after him smiling. “Ah! Tsukki- wait!”

Tsukishima replies out loud “Wait for you to kick me again?”

You let out a laugh, as you hop on the end of his bike, missing the small smile on his face.

A/N: AAAAAAAA Thank you so much again for taking the time to read my very bad writing! 💖I hope you’re enjoying the series so far, I swear half of the time as I write and plan out what happens, I’m giggling and flustered, I srsly can’t concentrate ToT I just love the Chinese drama so much and just AAAAAHH JIANG CHEN!! See uuu next chapter!! Hehehe! 🙈

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onyourzeus · 4 years

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11:48 am | pjh

title: 11:48am pairing: park jaehyung (of day6) & you genre: fluff, bullet style words: 2.1k

author’s note: mmm i’m kind of meh about this but i jus really needed to write so i don’t lose motivation, but this is just a short fic requested by this anon asking for a lazy day scenario with jae. hope it’s still an okay read.

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

once you receive a specific text from jae on a regular day

“whatchu doinnnn”

you know he’s wondering if you’re not busy, and if you come hang out at his place

which, for the majority of the time, you always tell him “not much. y?”

even though you’re 99% sure of what he wants out of you

you have already made your way to a coffee shop before he had replied

“same. wanna do nothing together? :)”

so u get two coffees: one americano and one vanilla latte (as much as you want to cut down calories here, there is no way you can drink just water and espresso by itself

you decide on getting two sandwiches as well, it’s close to noon and there’s a high probability that jae just woke up and he hasn’t even moved from the bed

you’re lowkey happy that jae texts you first (assumingly) during days like this because, honestly you miss the 6 foot lanky nerdy soft boy a lot

jae has a habit of keeping to himself during his downtime, especially now

but with him streaming and having new friends through the platform has helped him socialize and feel a sense of normalcy from the world, which you are really glad for

he’s mentioned how much he misses doing band activities but doesn’t really elaborate on them

he think he talks about it too much and that you wouldn’t want to hear his repetitive whining

you don’t have the needed bravery in your heart (yet) to tell him you will never get bored or feel burdened by his thoughts, no matter what they entail

so for now, when he asks of your presence in his lovely abode— you make time for him. always.

even if it’s just a lazy day of doing nothing

you knock on his door and text him at the same time. you look around his neighborhood and enjoy the peace and quiet outside. you wonder if jae’s soundproof walls work well enough for his next door neighbors this time. you had told him multiple times that sungjin wouldn’t appreciate the noise too much, and he if he wanted to play he can do so at your place

however you never suggested that last thought. it swam in the sea of your thoughts one too many times but it never came to shore. you thought too much about the implications of that idea

besides, what good came out of reminding him of his streamer noises is that he finally has an apartment of his own

and you don’t feel as shy or out of place whenever you came over to the one he shared with the boys

“oh hey, wasn’t expecting you,” jae had opened the door and you snap out of your wondering

he greets you with drowsy eyes, a full yawn and long strands of hair sticking out everywhere

you huff out a breath and show the goods in your hands. “you’re definitely gonna need this.”

his eyes light up as he recognizes the contents of the paper bag

“whaaaat you shouldn’t have, i was about to order for delivery,” he tries for an innocent tone but the goofy smile on his face makes that extra trip to the cafe worth it

“you’re welcome, jae.”

lazy days with jae come in two ways

number one: absolutely the title. you crash on the bed, he scolds you for it but then you feel his crushing weight on top of you for revenge or

you hog the couch, splay your legs until jae does the same thing and entangles all your limbs together it becomes a semi wrestling match

number two: he’d end up wanting to do something all this time, either jam on his guitar or play WoW with you in the background, just watching

commenting on things you have 0 knowledge about, and him dismissing every words you say with a random scream from his end

“you’re so bad at this lmao”

“NONONO STOPSTOPSTOP NONONO”

“is the riff supposed to sound like that? ew”

“you want your face to meet my guitar? :)”

yeah, banter between you can be brutal like this which is why it gets a little embarrassing to be your true self with him when the others are involved

today, jae seems to just enjoy sipping on his iced coffee while tippy tapping on the floor to sit next to you on the couch

??? how can a grown man do something puppies so effortlessly pull out… just as cute if not even better???

usually, silence isn’t how the two of you spend lazy days together. once he’s thought of a topic to talk about, however out of this world or mundane it could be— the conversations you share are what you cherish the most bonding with jae

“you ever think about the first piece of a roll of sliced bread?”

“you mean the weird looking pieces no one ever chooses first and leaves it there until there’s none of the good slices left?”

“the very one” “what about it?”

“you’re that slice of bread”

“well yeah? jokes on you, you’re the OTHER piece. there’s two in a pack dumbass”

one would mistake this as insulting, but this is how jae shows his affection to you, and you wouldn’t want it any other way

there’s a certain comfort in just.. not deliberating whether you’d overstep a line or say something that would be misconstrued. with jae, you appreciate the candid friendship you mutually benefit from

his sarcastic personality can be a pain at times when not needed, of course, but when you’ve missed him so much it just feels right

“jae your legs are too long for the couch get a new one.” he had taken over the other end of the couch with his legs over yours, and you’re trying your best to make the position comfortable

but being inches close to his socks and noticing that he’s intentionally moving his feet about just to annoy you

“you get me a new couch so we both fit here”

“bro do you know how empty my wallet is rn”

“as empty as your love life?”

“oh we’re talking about ourselves right now? ok cool”

he scoffs at your comeback, but he remains speechless and gives you room to breathe. you panic for a second thinking maybe, this is the unexplained boundary he has to draw a line on? love?

but he puts down his already finished americano, and looks back at you a deadpan expression

you sit up as well, nerves creeping up on your arm. you didn’t want to take it too far and in your defense, this isn’t the first time you teased each other about your, well, non-existent romantic endeavors

“jae, i—”

“oh my god did you see your face?? i was kidding chilllll” he starts to burst into a fit of laughter, the kind where he loses air and lolls his head back

this time you pout, reaching over to flick him on the forehead. his 6th sense had improved a lot overtime being with you as he blocks your hand away from his face, and sticks a tongue out

“you think i wasn’t prepared for that anymore?” he taunt, locking his grip around your wrist

“now you’re just making fun of me” >:(

“you get really puffy cheeks and look adorable when you’re mad”

“THAT IS NOT A VALID REASON!!”

eventually he lets you go, pats your head then proceeds to just ruffle it as messy as his, and in an instant your mood changes again

you shouldn’t lie to yourself anymore, you love jae’s company and it would kill you if he’d one day decide he’s too old or too “mature” for moments like this

you get winded up with denial of having a crush on your best friend, and you’re so sure he knows at this point

because he reels you back into the present and challenges you to a game os super smash bros

and when he loses, he does it again. and you win again, and this time he says it was just a warm-up and he shouldn’t go easy on you anymore

and then you win again, and you’re the one cackling in the air at his look of defeat as well as the 6 losses he had endured during the matches

“man you’re getting rusty”

“am not! i’ve just been playing WoW too much i’m not used to switch controls anymore…”

“sure buddy”

“HEY, 1v1 me in league right now, i dare you”

“no”

“WHY?”

“you only have one desktop, stupid. i didn’t bring my laptop”

“oh so by default I win :D”

nothing can ever get away with jae, he always needs to have the last laugh with you and at times it’s frustrating, but his carefree charisma has grown on you so much that you anticipate what else he has in store to give you a hard time

jokes on him, you fall for jae just an inch deeper the more he treats you comfortably this way

it’s only been an hour or two, but jae had decided that he’s done enough productive stuff for the day (read: losing too many times) and invited you over to chill on his bed

it’s not an uncommon sight for the both of you to lie next to each other, taking turns with queueing up music on spotify. songs you and jae love together, and those that are new to your ears

sometimes, you’d talk over the playlist— it becomes more of background noise as jae asks you about your day, the days before that, and what you’re planning on doing in the future

he doesn’t ask for specific answers, he likes to hear how you’ve been feeling, emotionally so

jae has always been intrigued by other people’s perception of themselves, of the things around them, and of what they think of the universe in the back of their minds

it was a little too much to handle, those questions of his, when you first were just getting to know each other

but he eased into it naturally, confessing about his love for the moon— its beauty in appearance, and the beauty of its purpose

which made you think… you’re in love with the moon too, not just what you see in the sky

but what you see right next to you right now

jae had given you enough time before to open up about your own thoughts, struggles, and share secrets with him. it didn’t take long until you found the trust between you and held onto it for dear life

lazy days with jae can be just that— lazy, loafing around the house, stealing a chip or two from each other’s bag, falling asleep to the sound of lofi music on the speaker

but it can go this way too: with jae explaining how good this one song can be, the metaphors every verse carries with the melody. “you’ve always heard of chocolate eyes or whatever, but blueberry? and to describe the setting sun as strawberry skies? amazing, GENIUS”

and you laugh, and listen to the same song over and over as per jae’s request until he overpowers the original vocals— and you don’t complain, there’s not a sound you love to hear on a lazy afternoon than his low register, the kind of singing he does just for the heck of it. he’s not exerting too much range, too much work on the words he sings— he’s just doing so to comfort him, to bring life to the room, to dwell on each poetic verse’s meaning

i’m so lost in your blueberry eyes

he finishes singing, and the playlist shuffles to an instrumental lofi track with an upbeat, charming rhythm to it

jae keeps his eyes closed, smiling to himself probably proud for his faux performance

“you done gloating in your head yet, jae?”

“shut up i’m feeling the moment”

you poke his shoulder with yours, and you’re suddenly hyper aware at how close the two of you are.. physically, right now

he turns his head towards you, eyes fluttering, lips slightly open. he catches you staring, and it’s too sudden for you to look away and pretend it’s not awkward at all

“what are you doing?” he asks, a lilt of teasing on his voice but his eyes never leave yours

“sh..shut up,” you quip in a small voice, looking down on your laying bodies before turning away, cheeks warm

“wait what? what i was asking a genuine question—”

“i was.. feeling the moment, okay? god jae you’re annoying” you mutter under your breath, a lousy response to cover up the pounding in your chest

“this moment feels really nice, doesn’t it?” he says next to you, quiet but gentle

you pause for a second, taking in his words and letting go of the smile you’re trying to hold off on

your heart is still racing, but there wasn’t a need to worry about stumbling with your feelings

if jae himself is enjoying your own company right now

“it is. if it’s with you, it really is.”

#day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 au #day6 x reader #park jaehyung imagines #park jaehyung scenarios #park jaehyung x reader #park jaehyung au #day6 jae #dot series #by:jiae

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talietikasero · 3 years

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Stability

Random prompt from 8/11 [finished 8/16]: rewrite the Strive ending / create an alternate epilogue [to line up with my story project]. I may or may not rewrite the whole thing for fun lmao.

[Main story preview here (contains 6 scenes)] // [Chapter 1 now on AO3]

"I guess... that's what they meant..." She let out between huffs. Both the voice in her head and the former Sanctus Maximus Populi said the same thing regarding her potential ability.

“When the time comes, with your seed, you hold the power to save or destroy the world.”

“You can prevent the end of it all.”

Energy drained, she fought off the sluggish pace her body was moving. Looking over to her partner, she noticed he was barely hanging on to his life, staying incredibly still, and trying to regulate his breathing while facing down. While her body contained the [Scales of Juno], he had the [Flame of Corruption] ripped out from his, reverting him to a human. "On second thought, don't move." Once she closed the distance between them, she knelt and put her arms around him. Face against the scuffed leather sleeve, and she struggled to hold her emotions in. "H-hey..." Voice cracking, she lowly muttered between sniffles, "please, don't go..."

"..."

"You... you stayed true to... your word about... a-about..."

"..."

"Fighting to... s-save the world..."

"If the world was going to disappear tomorrow... What would you do today?"

"What kind of a question is that? Stop whatever's ending the world or die trying."

Her embrace tightened as tears ran down her face. "Human, Gear, or neither. The world still needs you."

With drooped ears and saddened eyes, the wolf spirit whined. Its host and companion soothed it by scratching behind its ears and reassuring the worst had come to pass. "(It's okay, Rei. We're still alive.)." She whispered to the spirit in her native tongue. Another whine followed by a lick to the side of her face, Giovanna patted Rei's forehead. "What? Are you worried about me? I'm okay, I swear." She winced as another sharp pain ran through her body. "Ouch..." Her superior, the President, placed a hand on her shoulder. Half-expecting him to say she's no longer needed, she began, "I'm sorry-..."

"None of that." Vernon's voice was firm; however, it sounded... fatherly. He may have his doubts about the agent, but he knew she was more than capable of the job. Facing off against an unstoppable force, she did prove she's worth giving a higher position. "I can tell what you were thinking, but you're not being let go. You take as much time as you need off, Gio. Goldlewis, Erica, and I will await your return."

Saddened at the loss of someone he could consider a friend, the time traveler meekly looked down at the minty green and white guitar he held in his hands. This entire time he was unaware of her true identity. If he had to lose someone like her, it didn't have to be this way. Regardless of if she recalled who he was and why he was important to her in the first place, false memory or not. He threw away his chance to return home a while ago, and now he felt that it would've been for nothing had he gone through with it. "It shouldn't have ended like this... Megumi." Axl softly said under his breath.

After regaining control over his body and revealing the wicked goddess's weak point, the vampiric samurai pierced the ground a few centimeters with his sword. He kneeled to show his appreciation for defeating the evil force that used him as a puppet. Now, he could see why his master was fascinated by the will of a single person. This same person was stripped of his powers and still faced death head-on. "May you rest for now. The next time we meet, it won't be as enemies, but acquaintances." Drawing his blade from the ground, Nagoriyuki sheathed it and took his leave.

The King of Illyria – his lifelong rival and their son-in-law – made his way over to them, stopping a few feet short to maintain distance. "It's finally over. They're gone. We can... we can go home now." Part of him wanted to hold a hand out to help him stand, yet he held back and deemed that action unnecessary. Ky's spirits rose once he noticed the man in front of him was taking steady deep breaths -- body slowly moving to show signs of life.

Right hand maintaining its grip on the Outrage's handle, his free hand lightly grasped one of hers. Face still downward, a weak smile formed. "...You think so?"

She couldn't believe it. He's hanging by a thread and using what energy he should be saving to answer her with a question of his own.

"I know so."

The past three weeks were a blur. From the day she woke up and adjusted to this new world to the present, where she aided in bringing down a god. She never would've guessed that any of these events could've transpired. In the days leading up to September 2016, she was a terminally ill scientist who refused any life-saving alternative to live past what little time she had left, insisting she spent it with her significant other. Fast forward to December 2187, and she was brought back to life and became the partner of humanity's savior -- the very same person, albeit for the last time.

_____

The next day, another patient was checked into the hospital. This time there wasn’t a commotion caused by bringing his unconscious form bursting through the front doors. She wasn’t strong enough to carry him in her arms like he held her – that’s what the gurney from the airship’s infirmary wing was for.

“I have a request. May I stay here until he recovers? I… I don’t want to leave him.”

Three days later, word had reached his family that he's – miraculously and defying all odds – alive. His refusal to follow the light after what had happened was attributed to his stubborn nature. The Grim Reaper knocked at his door, and he slammed it shut in their face. Occupying the same bed, in the same patient room as her around a month ago, the now de-powered hero lay hooked up to the vitals system.

"Is he going to be alright?"

"Hard to say, but he'll pull through. He did wake up this morning, so there's something, yeah?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but has anyone seen my mother? About my height, short red hair with white underneath, and wearing a blue leather jacket? She hasn't been seen since everyone returned."

"She's in the room and hasn't left at all. I had someone stop by the house and bring her spare clothes since she spent the last four days here."

"Oh, thank god." The queen was relieved to know her mother's whereabouts. She respected her parents' privacy by not asking if she was able to go in.

---

Ring-ring. Ring-ring. Ring-ring-ring.

Sighing in aggravation, she answered her phone. There was only one person she kept in contact with these past few days. "What do you want now? He's still not up, so stop cal-..."

"I was going to ask something else. I'm going to regret this, but are you still angry?"

"You're a smart man to keep your distance from me, but a dumbass to ask that. Of course, I am! You ruined our lives with your 'self-righteousness' and nearly brought another apocalypse."

"...Aria, I understand your rage. If only I could rewind time and prevent your illness. I shouldn't have forcibly converted him and disappeared with your sleep capsule. It wasn't my intention to have our research weaponized, but I was figuratively and literally held at gunpoint to hand it over to the US Government. I should've known better and anticipated that Chaos -- erm, the Original's creation would sabotage your activation. Your screams still haunt me... and... I'm... I'm sorry."

"Asuka."

"I can't fix this by excessively apologizing and listing off my crimes, but I hope everything goes well for you and Frederick."

"Whatever. Enjoy the moon, or don't." She ended the call before her former friend could reply. "Asshole." Aria slumped back in the chair and opened her book to the page she left off. "We should've launched you into the sun."

"Oh my. And I thought 'Sol' was a hothead. You're pretty harsh, you know that? It's more frightening than I-No on a good day." Jack-O's voice rang through. Capable of feeling and expressing emotions herself, the Valentine was taken aback at what she heard during their calls. "If possible, can we listen to his show sometime? Please?"

"...Okay."

"Thank you. ~"

---

Forty minutes after the heated conversation, a groggy voice broke the silence.

"Is the... afterlife a sterile... hospital room?" Frederick's eyes were half-open, staring directly at the ceiling.

Aria closed what she was reading and placed it on the counter. Ignoring the monitors that once kept track of her, she looked over his body to see minimal damage sustained. "Looks like you've still got some of that healing factor. Or you're just too hardheaded to die."

He slightly turned his head to face her. "Heh. Probably both."

Running a hand through his now short hair, her lips curved into an unsure smile. "Welcome back to the land of the living?"

"This doesn't look like heaven. If you're my welcome guide, then I'll stay." His body was still sore, but he extended his arm out for her to hold his hand. The warmth from the fire magic still dwelling within them made their contact feel safer.

"I should've worn that jumpsuit and halo." Her inner voice's reaction was an exaggerated throat clear. "But if I did," she held a finger to her temple, "I don't think she would've appreciated that."

"I would've been mildly annoyed at best. Mildly annoyed yet honored that you'd wear it because of what you did."

"You're really pissed off at Asuka, aren't you?"

"How much did you hear?"

"All of it. Didn't know you were capable of that."

"I felt like you after the second day." He took that as a friendly poke at his history. "Since you've saved the world for the last time, are you still up for that 'alternate life' you mentioned the other night? We don't have to stay at Ky and Dizzy's. They can arrange something for us."

His ears perked up at the suggestion. Did she remind him about his statement regarding them settling down? Having survived an act of God, living a quiet life together a few minutes out from the capital didn't sound like a terrible idea. "What did you have in mind?"

"A fair-sized home, nothing too big or small, probably just down the way from their place. I don't want to throw everything away and live in seclusion. We're way out of our own time, but we finally have a family, people who care about us, and we care about them in return. Unless you have a better idea?"

"I'm fine with anything. Can't imagine I'd be able to go out much or at all because I'm officially a dead man."

"Not too long ago, I was a dead woman walking. Besides, the world thinks that Sol Badguy is dead, not Frederick Bulsara."

"Point there. You know, now that I think about it, this situation is just like a month ago."

"With you in my place, but I didn't have to be dragged in? This is the same room where I spent my time recovering. It was also -..."

"Where you got your new start."

"Y-yeah. That's exactly it. This is where I woke up to my new life! Not as Justice, or Jack-O, but as myself. That same day, I met our daughter and her husband, and then I saw you again. Just this time... I've been here since you were checked in. Everyone tried to get me to leave, but I refused."

He noticed the duffel bag placed near the door. There was a pant leg hanging over one side of the unzipped bag, and next to it were two pairs of footwear. "Way to tug at the old heartstrings. Stubborn as always, aren't you?" If he were honest with himself, he wanted to do the same when she was still unconscious. He had the feeling that the IRMC staff wouldn't have thought about asking him to leave the premises, even though he almost kicked the doors clean off the first time.

"One of my best qualities." She winked at him, giggling at her remark.

"Hey, Aria."

"Hm?"

He slowly sat up despite the mild pain, leaning over to bring her in for a hug. "Thank you."

Aria returned the motion, both holding onto each other, not wanting to let go. She had felt incomplete up until this moment. Preventing the end was a combined effort, and she couldn’t be any happier to have been a part of that team.

A sense of déjà vu, the song playing on the radio had neared its end.

You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words...

"I love you."

#guilty gear #aria hale #only tagging her since she's the main character of this little project #other characters in this mini prompt: sol axl giovanna nagoriyuki and vernon #also ky asuka and jack-o #the main fic's about 90 percent done #and i wrote this because i hit writer's block for two days #i'm ending the main fic's chapter 3 at the beginning of ggst so i may do some more rewrites #the song at the end is the brenda lee version of fly me to the moon #nat's fanfics #ah whoopsie it's 5am #by the energy drain i intended for her to jump into god i-no's body like in the actual story mode #but then she was torn out after starting the halting process

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bnhablessings · 5 years

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Shorty

Lol, so I made myself really sad and had to write some self-indulgent fluff. For background information I am 4’11 (149.86 cm) (I’m shorter than Tsuyu lord) Anyway, I recently came to a realization that the hot baddie Dabi is apparently taller than (with his platform boots on) Aizawa who is 6’0 (182.88 cm) and ya girl is shooketh. Like he can crush me with a pinkie or something. I would die happy.

Anyway, I am used to being called Shorty in a teasing way. What I am not used to is one of the definitions. Lmao, I found out that Shorty is a term that guys (or girls, or just taller people than me lol) use as a term of endearment for people they find attractive. Now ya girl is beyond shooketh. All this time I was being an angry smol bean oops

Anyway, this goes out to all my fellow struggling shorties! :’) <3

Dabi x Short!Female!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive (these villains are nasty in a good way and I have the hots for them) (Profanity but it’s literally the villains' area so-)

Probably grammar mistakes (I wrote this at like 2 in the morning when the clock decided to go back an hour before I finished it just now)

Words: 2,013

Your patience is running real thin. You don’t know how much longer you can stand this. Ignoring it is no longer an option. Ever since joining the League of Villains you have been targeted by Dabi and now it’s become a problem.

You would think you would get used to the constant teasing as you have been your entire life but now it’s just annoying. Mostly because this devilishly handsome tall as fuck male keeps relentlessly taunting you for your height. It’s annoying because you find him so goddamn attractive.

From his burnt skin to the staples on his stupidly cute face, and oh lord, that smirk that can put you six feet under when it’s directed at you. Oops, your mind went too active for a second.

“Hey Shorty, I asked you a question,” Dabi states as he rests his elbow on your head.

You raise an eyebrow and he dares to repeat the question, “How’s the weather down there?”

Snap. You can hear snapping and you fully believe it’s your sanity breaking. Your teeth grind down on each other and you try to come for a comeback in your angry haze.

“What was that? I can’t hear you from down here.”

Fuck. You just played yourself.

Your cheeks feel hot from embarrassment as you hear his amused chuckle. He simply tousles your hair and you let out a groan. Thankfully, a chirpy fellow shorty walks by.

“Himiko! Baby, tell him off for me!” You plead.

From the use of her first name and the fact that she finds you adorable, you find yourself in her arms as she glares playfully at Dabi. He’s already glaring at her for taking his toy away from him but that’s all okay with you.

“Be nice to (Name)! She’s my gentle baby and I will stab you!” She threatens with a happy gleam in her eyes.

“Yeah! Wait, gentle? What do you mean? I am ferocious,” You pout.

She just laughs her maniac laugh and Dabi rolls his eyes. This war will continue another day it seems.

~*~

“Who the heck put my chips all the way up there?!” You screech.

Shigaraki merely glances at you before resuming his game on his portable console. Kurogiri is nowhere in sight and Twice is talking with Toga. Dabi looks to be staring intently at his alcoholic beverage on the barstool farthest away from Shigaraki.

You groan. You are a fool to ask when your savior Kurogiri isn’t here. With full-on determination, you go on your tippy-toes to reach for the snack in the cabinet. Just as your fingertips graze the plastic holding your snack, another hand comes up and grabs it, pulling it more out of your reach.

You squeak and fall back onto the balls of your feet, your back clashing into Dabi’s chest. He whispers in your ear, “Need a hand, Shorty?”

You’re just in slight shock from the close contact with the attractive male. Nothing new, but definitely more annoying in your eyes. You turn to glare at him only to see his eyes drop to the front of your chest.

Oh hell no.

You ruthlessly stomp on his foot. He drops your snack and you grab it before sitting right next to your boss. All while glaring at your burnt boy, you open the bag and offer some to Shigaraki who accepts it with two fingers.

Again this war looks like it’ll go on for another day.

~*~

“Himiko, did you take my clothes from the bathroom?” You ask as you enter her room in a hurry and a blush.

She looks you up and down a few times before bursting out with laughter. She won’t stop laughing and your face couldn’t get hotter from embarrassment. After all, you just finished your shower and with your clothes gone had to hurry to her room in only a towel (thankfully with your undergarments underneath that).

“Oh, this?” A new voice states.

Never mind, it can. You turn to glare at the male, physically craning your head to look up. God, this is so embarrassing. He’s holding the only clean clothing you had brought to the bar. Of course you could go and rummage through your bag for your dirty clothing that’s slathered in dirt but you aren’t that villainy. You have standards.

“Here ya go. You can wear this. Your current clothing seems to have disappeared,” He says with that- Oh that smirk, as your clothing suddenly turns into a crisp from his flames.

Welp… he tosses a shirt at you that was in his opposite hand.

“Hey Toga, lend her some shorts will ya?”

She can only nod through her laughter. He leaves and you hurry to change ready to go make him catch these hands. As soon as you are changed you hurry to the bar area ready to make a scene.

Shigaraki glances up from his console and watches your angry stature go and actually try (in vain) to push Dabi off a bar stool. Of course, he doesn’t budge. Instead, his eyes rake over you and instead of a smirk a brilliant smile forms on his face as he rests his chin on his hand.

He doesn’t say a damn word. He pulls out his phone and the sound of a click goes off confusing you.

“Did… Did you just take a photo of me?” You ask unsure what the heck just happened and why.

He nods his head. Your eye twitches at the silence you receive. You quickly ask, “Why?”

“My shirt is like a dress on you. It’s cute.”

Wow. Okay, your heart just died since for once he didn’t say anything perverse.

“It looks like you’re wearing nothing else.”

Never mind. Why does life have to prove you wrong? Since his face is closer down to you, you, of course, try to hit him. He dodges with ease. Damn him.

~*~

“It’s not fair, Shigaraki. Why does the world have to be so cruel to me?” You question.

It’s just you, him, and Kurogiri in the bar now.

He clicks his tongue out of annoyance and asks, “By world do you mean Dabi?”

“I wasn’t aware your relationship progressed like that. Congratulations,” Kurogiri says confusing you.

You look at them in alarm, “What do you mean?”

“You referred to Dabi as your world, correct?” Kurogiri questions in thought.

You groan at their misinterpretation and let your face slam into the countertop of the bar. Shigaraki scoffs and Kurogiri tries to console you. Your face is hot but now it’s because you do realize that your attraction to the man is noticeable to these two.

“Either way, he’s so cruel to me. He calls me Shorty, steals things from me, and puts things out of my reach. He even uses me as an armrest! How do you take down a giant?” You suddenly ask as you look at these two rather tall people with interest.

Shigaraki grumbles, “He’s flirting with you, dumbass.”

“What do you mean?” You ask puzzled as you look up at your boss.

He doesn’t spare you a glance as he taps a button repeatedly on his handheld console. He does give you an explanation, “His teasing is his stupid way of flirting with you. Have you really not realized it?”

You stare at him dumbfounded. Feeling your intense stupidity aimed at him, he closes his handheld and looks at you with those ruby red eyes. He scoffs upon seeing that stupid confused look on your face (though he won’t admit you are easily his favorite member of LOV as you are the least annoying and actually listen to him).

“Think about it. It’s like an Otome or an eroge game. He’s trying to unlock your route in a stupid way.”

Okay, that did not help. He sucks at giving advice like this and thankfully Kurogiri is here. He is quick to translate what Shigaraki means.

“Do you see him doing this to Toga who is similar in height to you?” He questions softly as he puts a glass away.

You shake your head no and he continues, “He only does this to you because you pique his interests.”

“Like when he took your photo the other day. He thinks you’re hot so he really wanted to use it to jack off to-“

Kurogiri is quick to interrupt, “He finds you adorable and wishes to pursue a relationship romantically with you. If he wasn’t interested in you he would treat you like Toga.”

“And if you are wrong?” You ask feeling the slight disappointment build up if that were the case.

Shigaraki smirks as he says, “Let’s play a small game. If he snaps you’ll know. I’ve been meaning to fuck with him for a while.”

You go with it for having literally nothing to lose.

~*~

As soon as Dabi walks into the bar, his eyes begin to search for you. When he spots you, almost instantly, does the same angry feeling he gets when you are close with another male (mostly with Shigaraki) immediately rises in his chest.

You are sitting awfully close to him. Too close for comfort.

It looks like he’s trying to show you how to play his stupid game and Dabi doesn’t like that. At all. You haven’t once looked his way and he knows you heard the damn door open. He goes to sit beside Toga and Spinner who keep their eyes and ears opened since they are aware of the so-called ‘plan’.

Twice is entertaining himself with the lone television and Kurogiri is on alert in case things go wrong.

Though it looks like Dabi’s resting on the couch now, he keeps his half-lidded eyes glued to your form. The twinge of jealousy and anger grows when he hears your angelic laugh as you ask the creep a question.

Another laugh is heard and he clicks his tongue. It’s surprisingly very hard for him to hold back like this and not lash out at his crusty boss. In truth, he’s never felt anything like this for anyone and to him, you are just the perfect little doll that he actually adores.

He tries to move his thoughts away from you and Shigaraki but finds it difficult to not have his eyes placed on you. This turns out to be a good call to him since the next move Shigaraki makes is in slow motion to him as a fucking shit-eating grin is discreetly sent his way.

His arm is about to go around you. The pinky extended perfectly doesn’t go past him. This fucker is ready to put his hand on you. That is all it takes for him to see pure red and everyone in the room who was watching patiently is just in shock at how fast he stood up and sped over to the both of you. You are in pulled flushed against him, with one of his arms wrapped tightly around your mid-section and the other extended out towards Shigaraki presenting a blue hot flame to the male.

“Don’t fucking touch my girl with your creepy-ass disgusting hands,” Dabi growls out in warning his eyes showing that he is not kidding.

Shigaraki decides to keep toying with him seeing as you are in shock.

“Your girl? I don’t recall you making it official with Shorty.”

Dabi sees red again. That’s his nickname for you and no one else is allowed to use it. The arm originally out to Shigaraki hovers around you as his hand catches your neck and forces your head up. His lips are upon yours in a hungry way.

He is most certainly not holding back in shoving his tongue down your throat. The only thing you can process is how his upper and lower lip, despite the contrast in texture, feel heavenly upon yours. When he pulls away you don’t miss the amusement in his half-lidded gaze.

“You’re my damn Shorty so don’t forget it,” Dabi says with a small smile as he lazily gives your boss the finger.

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dazaily · 4 years

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karasuno first years using pick-up lines on their s/o

soo.. i’ve been wanting to write a karasuno head canon for ages, and i gonna write a hc which turned into a short fic that i’ll probably never finish... so this is the replacement. enjoy!!

description: so the the karasuno boiz were playing truth and dare in their changing room. and tanaka and nishinoya had dared your bf to use a pick-up line on you.

warnings: implied nsfw. gender neutral reader. fluffy but sprinkled with swears. i was stressed writing this. long af. not proofread.

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hinata shoyo

i’m sorry but, did u rlly expect our lil cinnamoroll to know what’s a pick up line?

he babie 🥺❤️

n e ways, it was finally his turn on their little game of truth and dare and nishinoya had dared him to use a pick up line on you.

“a pickup line??? what’s that? will it improve my volleyball skills??”

like i said a bABIE!!

nishinoya and tanaka needs to stop tainting my bbys mind.

“udk whats a pickup line??? how did u even end up with y/n.”

nishinoya is in shock.

and then the plan commenced.

their lil game of truth and dare ended up as a lil plan on getting u hinata to use a pick up line on you.

that night, u were walking home w hinata after club activities ended.

with noya, tanaka and kageyama trailing you, but we pretend they don’t exist.

“soo,, y/n”

“sup? y u acting all weird for? ur usually rambling abt volleyball by now.. u okay?”

“hoW DO THEY KNOW?? WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW?? THEY TOLD ME TO SOUND NATURAL BUT THEY ALR KNOWS!! uGh my senpais are watching me, i gotta do them proUD!”

hinatas mind ran at 1,000km/h, it was insane. especially for someone who doesn’t usually use their brain.

“um, uM, Y/N! CAN U HELP ME HOLD SOMETHING?!?”

confusion.

that was the only thing u felt at the moment.

i mean u were alr infront of ur house, what’s the point of holding smt when u were leaving??

“whut”

conveniently, during ur moment of confusion, the only word u could form was “what”.

“m-m-mm-mY HAND!!”

hinata screeched at ur face

...

silence. whilst noya and tanaka facepalms in the bg

it took a moment, but ur brain finally computes what ur bf just said

“pFFFFFTT,”

ur first instinct was to release the phatest snort/wheeze. shane dawson is jealous.

“y/nnnnnn~~ stop laughinggggggg”

hinata was now suffering from crippling embarrassment, as u wouldn't stop laughing no matter how much he pleaded.

omg imagine him all blushy and shiz akdkkoaw-- ok lets not get off topic

“ok,, okay, first of all, u could've just held my hand without asking? we’re dating? you don't need my permission to do smth we do everyday?? and, more importantly, who taught u that line u just used???”

u said half wheezing, half talking, struggling to convey wtv ur trying to say to ur bf.

lucky for u, he was strangely able to understand what u were saying, and he replies with a lengthy explanation of the entire situation.

“ooo, so that's why noya, tanaka and kageyama have been following us,,”

“hOWD U KNOW??? NOYA-SAN OUR HIDING SPOT HAVE BEEN EXPOSED!!!”

as u left to go in ur house, he stops u by holding ur hand and gives u a peck on ur forehead.

as he separates from u, he had the biggest smile plastered on his face, brightening the entire neighbourhood.

“goodnight y/n! i love you!”

kageyama tobio

erm, lbr this man would have 0 ideas in the field of flirting.

knowing this, our lovely 2nd year duo, decide its time for them to step in and help their junior in his dating life

despite it flowing extremely smoothly w/out their intervention

n e ways, so they forced the 1st years to play truth and dare w them.

when it finally came to tobio’s turn, the unfortunate child unknowingly picks dare which causes nishinoya to spring up.

“i have the perfect dare for you.”

commencing plan...

so nishinoya dares kageyama to say a pickup line to you, but since kageyamas a big baby in disguise, he dk any pickup lines.

bet he didn't even know any pickup lines, but that's not the point.

so, being the mastermind he is, nishinoya told kageyama a perverted pickup line.

being the clueless innocent baby he is, kageyama decides to recite the pickup line he received from noya to u outside ur class.

“hey y/n,”

“hmm?”

“do you like dragons?”

“eh? why the sudden question? i guess so?”

“cuz i can see me dragon my balls on ur face.”

processing...

what the fuck.

it was like god hit the pause button on earth, like literally everyone just paused for a literal second, turning their head towards kageyama, trying to figure out who tf was the brave soul who said that.

while still in shock, kageyama just stood there confused, as he was suddenly placed in the centre of attention for no reason. o there's a reason honey, a very good one.

“why's everyone looking at me,”

with that one sentence, the world went back to normal as if someone had hit the play button all of the sudden, leaving u to deal with the weirdly awkward situation u found urself in.

“ummm... tobio.. do u have any idea what u just said.”

“uhh yeah, a pickup line.”

at that moment, when he said that, it hit u.

“what did they do.”

“huh, what are u talking about??”

*insert confused kags*

“nishinoya and tanaka told u to do something right?”

“r u a psychic???”

despite being amazed at ur ‘psychic powers’, he immediately explains the situation, causing u to face palm so much ur face may be concave.

there are times where u appreciate ur dumbass bf being a ignorant qt, but times like this makes u wish he was a tad bit smarter..

debating ur options, u decided to explain the meaning of the pickup line he just used on u in public.

once hearing and understanding the meaning of the pickup line he used on u, his face lit up like a matchstick, shining bright red, stuttering madly, struggling to get even a word out.

“oh, um, well, im sorry for saying smtg so indecent to u in public, um ill make it up to u somehow,”

understanding him was a struggle due to the severe stuttering he was suffering from, but u managed somehow.

“nahhh, its cool, i should go lecture nishinoya for corrupting my precious baby though~~”

“b-b-b-bABY!?!?”

“hehe, yes ur my baby <3″

tsukishima kei

ugh this salty ass mfcker

honestly can't imagine him being forced into using a pickup line on his s/o

cuz, despite hw much we try to deny it, he is one smart mfcker,,,

but i think he would be curious how his s/o will react, so he would do it on his own will anyways.

umm, so this is how the situation went down.

it was another boring day, and the 2nd year duo was having none of that and decided too ensue a game of truth and dare with the 1st years.

this was how the c h a o s started.

he was trying to leave the game discreetly before he had to sell his soul to the devil.

unfortunately for him, lady luck was not on his side, as he was chosen to do the next dare.

“but wait a fucking minute, when the fuck did this become a game of dare or dare, when tf did freedom of choice decide to fuck off like that?”

plot convenience

so he was forced into a dare.

the moment of dread came when tanaka stood up shouting he had a brilliant idea. and it all went downhill from there.

so tanaka dared tsukki to use a pickup line on his s/o. and his first reaction was no.

“o come on, u never do anything romantic, i bet u haven't even held hands, sometimes i wonder how y/n’s still with u.”

“says the person who has never dated.”

tanaka shut ups.

so somehow, he managed to get himself out of the situation.

later that night, he couldn't stop thinking about pickup lines. he almost spent the whole night thinking about ur reaction. cuz volleyball is just a club, am i right..

he decided to use a pickup line on u tmrw, just to see ur reaction, not like he wants to use one, lmao that's lame, haha. a fucking tsundere.

the next day, during lunch, he left yams with the 1st year duo to go find u.

when he saw u, he immediately calls u.

“hey, where's yams, u didn't tell me u wanted to eat with me today,”

“nah, i just had something to tell u.”

at this moment, tsukishimas heart was beating faster than ushijimas spikes.

“you know if u think about it we never stop tasting our tongues.”

“hmm, now that u said it ye--”

“how bout i taste urs for a change.”

since it was so unexpected, u had no idea how to react.

as u returned to reality, u notice a slight pink on his cheeks.

u were gonna come back with a snarky comment, since it was rare he was so vulnerable(?)

but ur plans were ruined when he glanced at u making eye contact, to check ur reaction.

ur face bursts into the brightest red, hes ever seen.

seeing ur extremely delayed reaction, he lets out a laugh, but immediately recollects himself.

“it was a dare from tanaka.”

you were still bright red, but u felt the blush on ur face reducing after hearing the reasoning behind the line.

“oh, haha, i was wondering what's up”

u said slightly dejectedly.

he felt like he was just punched in the gut by guilt.

“i was also curious about ur reaction, and i am satisfied to say the least.”

he leans down to ur height to whisper in ur ear, before initiating the kiss.

ur blush returns almost immediately as u returned the kiss.

since yall were in school, he separed from the kiss after a few seconds. this is a place for knowledge, y'all nasties.

“welp, bye loser,”

after the kiss, he immediately return to yamaguchi, leaving u alone with ur thoughts. trying to escape from embarrassment.

he may be equal to the condiment on ur kitchen cupboard, but he still tries to make u happy, so appreaciate him and his efforts <3

yamaguchi tadashi

a babie uwuwuwu

pickup line what's that? hehe omf he's so cute

so how this about to go down.

so truth and dare bla bla bla... ive written this exact thing 3 times please excuse my behaviour.

since he was bored, yamaguchi forced tsukki to join in on the fun together, a decision he would regret.

soon it became yamaguchi’s turn, and everyone turned quiet due to the lack of dares they had or yamaguchi.

that was until the one and only nishinoya stood up.

“hEY, u have a s/o right, how about u use a cheesy pickup line on her!!” *eyebrow raise*

while processing what nishinoya just said, yamaguchi’s face morphed into one of dread and fear, as he turns his head to tsukishima for help.

“u dragged us into this mess, i aint helping u.”

and there goes his only help, well it was his fault in the first place dragging him and his best friend into this mess. tsukishima u tsundere.

yamaguchi was on the verge of tears, thinking of excuses and ways he could get out of the god forbidden situation he brought upon himself.

but the only thing he could think of was the worst case scenario, which was u breaking up with him.

looking at his senpais, he slowly faces the fact that there's no escape and accepts his fate.

if this is the cause of the end of ur relationship together, it just means the gods don't want y'all together.

“idk any pickup lines....”

this was his last attempt of escaping as he bids ur relationship farewell, already aware it was not gonna work.

“thiS IS WHERE I COME IN, don't worry yamaguchi i am the encyclopaedia of pickup lines.”

ofc his senpais would know the cheesiest lines on the surface of this earth. despite insisting the earth is flat.

and so the dreadful event began.

after school ended, otw to his club, he met up with u. with his senpais trailing behind stalking y'all, to see ur reaction.

“ugh out of all the pickup lines, they had to make me use the most overused one... im gonna cry,,, y/n i hope u don't leave me after this.”

well here goes nothing...

“hey y/n,,” extreme stutters that im too lazy to type out.

“hmm?”

“k-k-kiss me if im wrong,,, b-but dinosaurs still exist right?”

before he could even cringe at himself, u gave him a peck on his lips while smirking afterwards.

yamaguchi proceeds to poof into redness after processing what had just happen, as u laugh maniacally in the background.

“u could've just asked for one, and tsukishima already told me everything so u don't need to explain,"

yamaguchi did not have the brain power to comprehend the situation at hand, as he was still affected from the kiss from earlier.

“i can't believe u think i would breakup with u because of something so trivial.. im kinda upset..”

finally coming back to reality, yamaguchi finally realises the situation he's in.

“o-oh, i didn't mean to make it seem like i didn't believe in our relationship, its just that w--”

he gets cut off by u kissing him again.

when u separate, u began to laugh again.

“hAHAHHA, ikik, i was just joking around, don't worry ill love u no matter what, now off u go to ur club ill see u tmrw.”

not knowing what to do or how to react, yamaguchi felt the need to do smtg before u left.

“i love u, ill call u later tonight!”

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sweetpea-sprite · 5 years

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13 for the angst, love your writing btw ^u^

“haha hey guys taking prompts :) will probably be really short haha :)” [writes 1400 words]

you didn’t specify a character/ship (which i did not say was a thing you could do because i forgot but for anyone reading this you can do that if you want lmao) so i chose esther because i love her and she doesn’t have enough development

i’ll probably post this on ao3 too? so look out for that

(ALSO THANK YOU ILY2)

(ALSO also my playlist decided to play hug all ur friends by cavetown as i was writing this and i nearly started sobbing. for the full experience please listen to that while reading)

edit: lol i put it under a read more because it was annoying me having to scroll through it i’m sorry

13. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

It’s been… a day.

Between Oliver still being comatose when the day began, to fighting Vileheart for the second time (without Oliver, mind you), to Oliver waking up and defeating Vileheart with a new spell and a vengeance, Esther thinks she can safely say she hasn’t had this much emotional tax since the day her father tried to fight Shadar, who had subsequently decided to pay her a visit. The hardships aren’t over yet, however. They still have to trek through the Miasma Marshes for a second time, then it’s to Nevermore to defeat the Dark Djinn himself.

Oliver, having just woken from a coma (in which he found out his mom is dead forever) had been anxious to get going, even suggesting they start the journey the very next day. Esther doesn’t understand it, and clearly neither do Swaine and Drippy, seeing as they immediately help her to shut that idea down. They’re having at least one rest day, preferably a few. Oliver pouts, but otherwise doesn’t complain.

The Cat’s Cradle gives them a free room with three beds, and though Oliver is confused, the others take it with a sighed “thank you”. News of Oliver’s condition had spread quickly considering how tiny Perdida is, and after a week of staying there you get to know the townspeople, including the innkeeper, just a little. Swaine takes the bed nearest the door, Oliver the one next to his, and Esther takes the one on the opposite side of the room. Drippy, who had stolen a cushion from the inn lobby, throws it onto Oliver’s bed as Oliver tosses his bag in a corner. All of them start to settle in, lying on top of their beds quietly.

Five minutes of awkward silence later, Oliver sits up from where he was leafing through his Wizard’s companion without actually reading it, slamming the book shut and making everyone jump. “I’m going for a walk,” he says shortly, moving to do just that. Drippy moves from his cushion to follow, but Oliver turns around and stops him. “Mr. Drippy, you look exhausted,” he says softly. “I’ll be fine.” The two of them have a slight stare off before Drippy grumbles to himself and lies back down.

Oliver is almost out the door when Esther sits up too. “I’ll come with you,” she says decidedly, and Oliver turns to tell her what he told Drippy, but wilts under her gaze.

“Okay,” he says defeatedly, and Esther shuffles off of her bed and follows him out. Swaine says nothing, but watches them leave out of one eye. Drippy seems more relaxed with Esther going as well, and turns over just as she leaves.

They leave the inn in silence, the sun beginning to set over Perdida, giving them a pink-orange backdrop. Not as many people are out as before, and the two walk in an awkward silence through town, not quite sure where they’re going. “So,” Oliver starts, quietly. “…How are you?”

Esther’s quiet for a moment, before bursting into giggles. “How am I?” she says, between laughter, “I’m not the one who just got out of a magical coma.”

Oliver glances up at her, and smiles. “I guess not,” he says, laughing slightly along with her. “But… I did miss a week. Did anything interesting happen?”

Esther hums. She has to think about it, seeing as most of the past week had been filled with sobbing, and she doubts that’ll lighten the mood. “I learned a new song,” she says. “Raises defense.” Refrain, it’s called. She doesn’t tell Oliver why she learned it, of course. If Swaine had been punching a few walls while he had been out, that wasn’t her business. Making Swaine’s hands hurt less with every punch had been something she had been able to do to help, and god, had she needed it then.

“That’s really great, Esther!” Oliver says, beaming up at her. “I… know we’re all pretty tired,” Understatement, Esther thinks, “but show it to me tomorrow?”

“Sure!” Esther says, grinning. It’s like Oliver was never gone. “Oh! I thought of another thing. The other day, there was a visitor from Hamelin.”

“Really?” Oliver’s eyes widen.

“Mhm! It wasn’t Marcassin, but he sent his regards. He’s never been to Perdida, so he couldn’t cast Travel, and he had duties to attend to… Oh, and-”

They continue chatting as they walk out of town, Oliver of course waving to the guard as they go by, mostly about nothing, Esther catching Oliver up on the things he’d missed (which wasn’t much, considering the past week was her, Drippy, and Swaine realising how much their life had begun to revolve around Oliver), and for a moment it almost seemed like he’d never left.

…For a moment.

They sit on the grass near the edge of the cliff, near where Esther had found Swaine just that morning. There’s an area of the grass near them that’s been scuffed up from their fight with Vileheart, which Esther decides to ignore. Unfortunately, she only manages to do so for so long.

Oliver laughs. Oliver laughs, and it’s so stupid, but Esther hasn’t heard him laugh in what feels like years. Hasn’t even heard his voice in what feels like years. She’s just watched him as he laid perfectly, deathly still, not shifting an inch.

“Esther?” Oliver says, causing her to look at him. “What’s wrong?” he asks, and she wonders how he can say that when he’s… alive. She’s been staring at his still as a statue face for the past week, letting the hours tick by. She had almost forgotten what shade of blue his eyes were, and now that they’re open and awake and bright… it’s too much.

She attempts to swallow past the lump in her throat, and doesn’t succeed. “I’m fine,” she says, and winces at how pathetic her voice sounds.

Oliver shakes his head. “No you’re not. What’s wrong?”

Esther takes a moment to pull herself slightly more together, then says, “I just… you’re here.” She almost laughs at Oliver’s confused face. “You’re alive. You’re awake. I… we didn’t know if…” She sniffles, and sincerely hopes the implication was clear, because she doesn’t think she can keep talking.

The first tear falls from Esther’s eye and drops down onto her hands, bunched in her lap.

“Esther…” Oliver murmurs. “I… I’m sorry…” Esther lets out a choked laugh, inhaling as she tries to stop the tears from coming. He’s sorry? He isn’t the one having a breakdown because he’s back from the possible dead.

“Oliver,” Esther says, when she gets the slightest moment to breathe, “If you don’t hug me right now, I think I might fall apart.” As if she hasn’t already fallen apart, as if she isn’t currently falling apart.

Oliver immediately moves and wraps his arms around Esther, who hugs back with a vengeance as she starts actively sobbing, because Oliver is alive, and you’d think after repeating it so much it would become less remarkable, but somehow it hasn’t. Esther hugs Oliver tighter, and he returns it, shifting in order to hug her easier. They stay like that until Esther’s sobs turn into breathy sniffles.

“I…” Oliver sounds choked up as well as he speaks into Esther’s shoulder, sniffling slightly. “I’m not gonna die. I’m gonna… I’ll be here for as long as you need me,” he says, and Esther doesn’t like how he avoids saying forever, wondering what that means. She ignores it as she blubbers into Oliver’s shoulder.

“Promise?” she says shakily.

“…Promise,” Oliver murmurs, pulling away and facing Esther.

Esther realises Oliver’s crying too, though to a lesser extent than her. He smiles through his tears, eyebrows bunched together, and laughs quietly, sadly. He sniffs. “I swear to… to stay with you guys for as long as you need me.”

“…Yeah?” Esther says, ignoring the wording again. “You… you will?” She knows she already got a promise, but she really needs to hear it again.

“Yeah.”

“…Okay.”

Oliver moves back to sitting beside Esther, leaning his head on her shoulder. She leans back, and they watch as the sun moves below the horizon, and the sky gets darker. “We should probably go back to the inn soon,” Esther murmurs, and Oliver hums in agreement, but neither of them move to do so.

They eventually stumble back as the sky turns to twilight, and if Swaine and Drippy notice their tear tracks, they don’t say anything.

#ni no kuni #ni no kuni: wrath of the white witch #ni no kuni oliver #ni no kuni esther #ruby's art #writing prompts #hmm am i putting this in my estiver tag?#sure why not #estiver #oliver #esther

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 18

IN THIS EPISODE OF ROBLOX OOF NOISE:

“Yes.” Glynda couldn’t hang up, not without: “I’m—I’m sorry. About what I—”

“It’s alright. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay—” The feed cut. Softly, Glynda said again, “Okay.”

GLYNDA DISCOVERS WHY BEING CINDER FALL SUCKS

do u know how hard it is to wake up and play animal crossing whilst knowing this chapter looms over yr shoulder,

OKAY HERE WE GO

She was fidgety; even Cinder mentioned her pacing, shooting a critical eye her way. Glynda sat, intent on stillness; moments later, Cinder mentioned her bouncing leg.

i LOVE it when a chapter calls me out just right out of the gate hahaha who gave u the right

"Really?" How long had they been doing that? How long ago had Cinder noticed? "Should I stay?"

cinder: maybe i should tell glynda abt that /see glynda pacing a dent into the floor cinder: ooooooor i could. NOT give her an excuse to bully them for something to do,

On her way down the street, Glynda couldn't help but stare at the car, its tinted windows revealing nothing within. As she passed it, she kept glancing over her shoulder, expecting an attack or something. But nothing came of it.

HJGDFSGSDFHKGHJDF GLYNDA,,,,,,,,,,, can u imagine being in the white fang, and sittin in yr fuckin. TINTED WINDOWED like BULLETPROOF CAR and yr sat on yr ass watching out for cinder “dumbass” fall and suddenly glynda goodwitch, The Top Bitch, comes out and starts GLARING YR CAR DOWN,,, like ah. i think she knows we’re here. hrm. hm.

i would just like. drive to mcdonalds and get some nuggies at that point.

She had a clutch of flash-images and a wash of emotions and impressions, the raw materials of memory, stored as-is without refining. She was quite used to that—most of her missions were hazy and rough in her memory, mere sketches of events.

i cant wait for glynda to become a vlogger if only so she can actually have physical proof of whatever the fuck happens whenever she goes out and about. get her a go-pro.

It told her: despite her restlessness, despite the arduous journey here, and despite the way Vale seemed to call for her from somewhere beyond the horizon, she felt quite content to be where she was.

the difference having a gf has huh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, u got a whole ass home (being cased by the fang) a real nice city to live in (its floating and atlas wants yr number) a bunch of unread msgs (from a [redacted] who [redacted]) and its a nice day!!! its all coming together. but probably not for very long,

(i got very distracted at this point making a line graph for the animal crossing stalk market so here we go, x2 edition,)

That meant the nightlife would soon begin. She had never liked crowds; too many people, too much input at once. It was hard to focus, to be comfortable.

/chefs kiss

autistic glynda did u kno: id die for u,

Since she’d blocked Ozpin’s number, there was no chance of receiving anything directly from him—but there was still a moment of pause each time she checked her Scroll, as if expecting his smiling face to appear somehow.

OH YEAH LMAO SHE DID THAT SHIT HUH,,,,,,,,,, i still cannot BELIEVE that happened. GOD. cant wait for this to bite her entire ass right off her body,

By the time she reached the top landing, Winter had replied: “I wasn’t aware that you had additional support on this mission, Professor. I will need their full name and Hunter’s license number.”

To answer Cinder Fall and she doesn’t have a license, but she does have several warrants for her arrest felt like inviting Winter to question not only her integrity, but her sanity as well.

SDHGJFKSKGHDJFGJHDKF i cant say what makes this funnier because 👈😎👈 but HOHOHOHOOOOO could u imagine the fallout if she did just, say that shit. if we just went and fuckin said it like it was no biggie--

Finally, Glynda let her shoulders relax, exhaling deeply, like she would before rushing a Grimm. She wrote it plainly: “The clearance is for Cinder Fall.”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MA’AM WHAT THE F U C K

winter rn:

She’d just have to wriggle her way out of having to talk face-to-face, then return the game to a field she felt slightly more comfortable with: text.

okay this is so funny to me cause i just keep thinking of her sending ‘no reason’ to oz. a MASTER of textual conversion. un fucking PARALLELED in this field, UNRIVALLED,

Glynda tossed a look at the door as well, her mouth pulling into a line; what if Cinder came outside? What if—

Could Winter track her exact position using her Scroll signal? She minimized the projection of Winter’s face and hurried off in a random direction the instant she hit the bottom of the stairs.

i LOVE these two because this is the first time we’ve rly seen glynda like. Actively do smthng to defend cinder in this sort of way? she’s been pretty passivve abt letting cinder take the lead when theyre together but on her own shes thinking of all the contingencies to make sure winter cant find cinder and u know what. thats gay. what will u do for yr not-gf when yr talking to someone who would kick her ass in a hot second,

also im TAKING to grab choice lines here to comment upon but honestly this next section is SO GOOD that im rly struggling to find a line to encapsulate how much i am LOVING this convo. i cant say exactly WHY im loving it because again thats 👈😎👈 BUT KNOW THAT THIS IS VERY GOOD FOOD AND I AM ENJOYING IT. and im also enjoying this line a lot

Winter’s voice was decisive: “Professor, if you hang up on me, I am flying to your location—tonight.”

winter: if y’all dont shut the fuck up back there i am turning this car, city, and continent AROUND,

It was the same thing, over and over: people didn’t understand her and she didn’t understand them. It was an exercise in futility that only gave her grief. In the end, she gave up on trying to explain herself. She resigned to being wrong, to always being wrong, even when she knew she wasn’t.

OOF OKAY WHAT THE HELL IS UP W/ THIS FIC AND CALLOUTS. HUH??? ME BITCH!!! I FEEL THAT!! AND IT SUCKS,

/reads the next bit

oh are we donning our tinfoil hats? we’re donning our tinfoil hats.

It was so easy. Glynda didn’t stumble over her words even once; didn’t waver. She was built for doing harm. Her anger burned hot and clean; it excised all the hurt like a malignant tumor.

Maybe she really had learned something from Cinder—channeling her frustration, her guilt, her pain, all of it into anger like this was something Glynda was new to. But it felt good. She leaned into it, letting it take the reins; the distressing memories vanished like wisps of smoke, vaporized by the heat of her wrath.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS god this is. SO EXCITING. i also love it when ppl rub off one one another its my FAV thing in the WORLD and this anger is. WOO. this anger is. DANDY. its also a very short-term burst of pleasure glynda so enjoy that hollowed-out whoopsie feeling that i sure get when i Blow Up,

“She butchered my friend!” Winter snarled, the camera shaking as she slapped the desk. “She butchered my friend in the streets like he was cattle! And I have done everything in my power to help you! Everything! To keep her from doing the same to you, and you’ve blown me off or lied or—” Winter’s voice snagged. “And now you tell me—you accuse me—”

It was early evening in Umbraroot, but it must already be night in Atlas. The shadows revealed the unclean angles of Winter’s face: the bruises of exhaustion under her eyes, the lines of stress at the corners of her mouth.

im sorry im just copy-pasting wholesale at this point but OH this is GOOD. i cant rly explain. like. the difference-- because you’d think from the og version this is just a bit more flavouring right? its like getting a bit of hot sauce on yr chicken wings and yr like ‘okay it adds smthng but its not like a side meal’ BUT IT IS A SIDE MEAL this is like a whole basket of fuckin. cheese-baked fries. winter DESERVES this screentime she DESERVES to have presence in this fic and OH does she USE IT im LIVINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

Glynda wanted anger. She wanted fire and brimstone. She wanted a fight.

What she got was the glisten of tears on pale lashes. A hand covering Winter’s trembling mouth.

The ashy taste of remorse in her throat.

THERES THAT HOLLOWED-OUT WHOOPSIE FEELING!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE IT IS RIGHT ON TIME. its like CLOCKWORK,

She didn’t have anything. Nothing against that. The possibility that Winter might truly care what happened to her had been so insignificantly small and easy to trample. She had forgotten about the losses Winter shouldered the moment Cinder had whispered inheritance.

it’s just like clockwork,

also this chapter feels lengthy but maybe its just cause i got distracted with animal crossing so ill have to do a wordcount check at the end

/checks

no its lengthy this is a thicc one,

“I know,” Glynda said. “I know. I know how this sounds. But she’s the only person who makes me feel like—like I make sense.” In her mind, Glynda lay in the darkness of Cinder’s bedroom, watching the glaze of streetlights along her lips as she said you.

you,,,,,,,,, we,,,,,,,,,,,, our,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, its all that gay shit,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“If I’ve learned anything, it’s that Cinder Fall is a tremendous liar. She could convince you it is raining in Vacuo, given enough time. Two years ago, I was working on the Argus base, where I met her as a client; she told me she was a merchant seeking entrance into Atlas—she had all her documents in order, her entire persona set up, and she sold it perfectly. She was flawless—and all of it was fake. She gave me no reason to doubt her. She was—”

Winter cut herself off, abruptly. Then: “Once I was comfortable and safe, she burned down my office and murdered my friend.”

YES,,, SLOWLY THE LORE PIECES TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! winter is once bitten twice shy, but mayhaps we mean,,, once burnt,,,, twice shy,,,,,,,,,, hrmmmm,

Glynda told Winter everything.

OH MAN,,,, we’re really getting this messy fucking trio up in this bitch i am SO excited. i am THRILLED. here! we! go!!!!!!!!!! also i said it before but again im so glad winter gets to Be Here for this. sure this has nothing to do w/ her destiny or w/e but shes here now. shes in the uber. she waiting outside.

The dying potted plant Glynda had spotted last time on the back wall’s shelf had been replaced with a new one; this one’s leaves were beginning to shrivel at the ends.

dsfjhhkljsdf side note: is this like that scene in finding nemo where all the new fish see the niece and go ‘oh no we’re gonna die’ but instead its plants getting taken into winters office? they go ‘im sorry, mate, but once you go into her office, you come out TOTALLY dead,’

okay so this whole convo happened and if i try to pick one section ill end up picking it all AAAAAAAAAAAAAA im dying out here. WINTER BLEASE,,, BELIEVE THAT SOMETIMES CINDER CAN TELL A HALF-LIE. A SORTA-TRUTH. A SEMI-HEMI-DEMI HONESTY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

How different would that mission have gone? How different would her life have been?

She found herself saying, “He had so many chances to tell me. Instead, he let me think I was reckless. That I was a danger to other people. I stopped working in teams. I didn’t have many people in my life to begin with, but afterwards was worse. He saw to it that he was all I had, and he let me think it was my fault.”

ROBLOXOOFNOISEDISTORTEDWITHDELAY.MP4

OOF!!!!!!! O O F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! honestly OOF that shit HURTS BITCH!!!!!!! thats BANANAS. WILD. im also loving (hating???) the increase of painful glynda lore and honestly everyone feels like they have So Much More that builds them up and im THRIVING off it. im also suffering for it.

With the video feed closed, Glynda could see she had new notifications. Missed calls. From Cinder.

Glynda’s stomach lurched. She stowed her Scroll before she could think about them.

At the mouth of the alley, she could see the shape of Cinder’s apartment in the distance. She stood there for a long time, staring, uncertain what to do with her hands, unsure what to do with her heart. Her jaw flexed. She remembered the tears on Winter’s lashes. The friend she’d lost.

Glynda took her first step toward the apartment.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and so the soft domestic shit ends. but nowhere near as explosively as id thought???????? HUH. H U H. must b because we’re gearing up for smthng honk honk honk

ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. this chap was SO good its astonishing (despite the [several] times i got distracted by animal crossing rip me). WINTER!!!!!!!! BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cant believe this disaster trio is coming together. also cant wait for glynda to tell cinder the shit she just pulled. oh no,

(also the wordcount was 5,931. just in case u were curious)

#liveblog #rwby #offal hunt #HERE IT IS #so much went unsaid because the convos were SO juicy so PLEASE read it #dfsghsdfjgh

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bab-ybird · 5 years

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sweet 떡

Pairing: Idol!Jaebum x OC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: just one swear word

A/N Yes, I am aware that I misspelled Jaebeom’s name here, but I wrote this before he clarified the spelling, so until I find time to edit this, you’re just going to have to sit through jAebUm lmao oops; thanks for reading tho! mwah

I sit at the far back of the audience, hiding my face with a white cap and a black mask. No one except Jinyoung knows I'm here- I'm a surprise.

After I accepted his invitation three days prior to the event and he had informed the staff of my attendance, Jinyoung had requested that I be one of the last few people to go up on stage to get my album signed. I had also brought gifts for the boys: a simple ahgabong plushie for each member with a tag attached, containing a short note from me. Additionally, I carry with me a small box of my homemade dessert rice cakes, though this gift is specifically for Jaebum.

Jaebum, my childhood friend. As a kid, he always loved the rice cakes my mom made. I'd just learned her recipe before he had left home to become a trainee. Of course, we had stayed in touch over the years- I'd even met a few of his trainee friends at one point, but it was never the same. His schedule was always too full for him to hang out with me, so we relied on texting and video calls to stay updated with each other's lives.

As the years passed, I grew busier and busier, what with post-graduate studies and my part time job. What used to be daily texts and frequent video calls turned into conversations broken into parts over a number of days, the other only replying when they had the time.

Needless to say, I missed him dearly.

So, when Jinyoung texted me a couple of days ago to let me know that they were having a fansign near the university I attended, I immediately made plans to be present. Jinyoung even said he would ask permission from the staff members to let me stay after the fan sign, just to catch up with them.

Clutching the box of rice cakes in my hands, I cheer loudly for the boys when they appear on stage. I see Jinyoung scanning the crowd, probably looking for me. To his disappointment, he's ushered to his seat before he can find me.

The fan sign begins, and I patiently wait for the people in front of me in the line. After what seems like hours and hours of waiting, I'm ushered to the stage, and am put in front of the first member at the table, one that I’d already met before: Youngjae.

Tugging my mask down to my chin, I greet him with a bright smile, holding out my personal copy of the Eyes On You album for him to sign. "Annyeong, Youngjae-ah. I got you something."

Taking the ahgabong plushie out of my paper bag, I hand it to him, waving it in his face playfully. He takes it after signing my album, and it's only then does he realize who I am.

"Ah! Noona!" His lips curve into a big smile, and his eyes scrunch up as he takes in my appearance. I hastily lift a finger up to my lips, letting him know to be quiet and that Jaebum doesn't know I'm here.

Jaebum is one of the last couple of members in the order, so I interact with Jackson, Bambam, and Yugyeom before I reach the last three: Jinyoung, Jaebum, and Mark.

"Annyeong, Jinyoung-ah." I greet, smiling as I hand him my album and give him his plushie. Jinyoung greets me back, but when he raises his eyes to look at my face properly, we exchange knowing smiles. He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, and I have to stop myself from bursting out into laughter.

A few seconds later, and I am standing in front of one of the most important people in my life.

"Annyeong, Jaebumie~" I greet happily. I hand him my album for him to sign. Then I uncover the box of rice cakes, and hand them to him along with the plushie. Not having looked at my face yet, he pauses when he takes the rice cakes from my hands. I'd made them look exactly how my mother used to make them, in hopes that he still remembered.

"Ah, wait a minute..." he trails off, not finishing his sentence, then looks up to meet my eyes. I smile brightly at him, giving a small wave. There's a disbelieving look on his face, but he recovers quickly and returns my smile with one of his own, the enthusiasm evident in his eyes. It's all so surreal that I find myself tearing up. I didn't realize until now how much I miss him.

He offers me his hand and I reach out to take it, clutching onto it tightly. Jaebum gives my hand a comforting squeeze, accompanying the gesture with an affectionate smile. The moment passes quickly- too quickly, and I find myself being ushered to the last member, Mark.

"Mark-oppa!" I chirp, holding out my album and gift. He recognizes me immediately, and smiles widely.

"Eyyy!" He cheers, being careful to not mention my name. After giving me a high-five and talking to me for a while, I thank him and walk back to my seat.

The rest of the event passes by in a blur. I sit patiently, cheering for the boys and laughing along with them as they interact with the fans from the stage. Occasionally, Jaebum will pause in the middle of the event to scan the audience for me. Much to his disappointment, I'd already pulled up my mask, so I'm unrecognizable.

When the event ends, I'm the last one to exit the venue, doing as Jinyoung had instructed me to in his text. Outside, a staff member is waiting for me, and escorts me to a side entrance. I'm led back inside the venue, removing my mask and cap, and standing backstage as the boys finish their cake party on V-Live. At the end of it, they're covered in cake frosting, so I wait for them to finish cleaning up before approaching.

Jinyoung spots me first. He welcomes me with a big hug, before leading me to where the other members stand, talking noisily as they clean the frosting from their bodies.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet someone." Jinyoung says loudly, placing a hand on my back. "This is Johee."

Five heads turn at the sound of Jinyoung's voice, and two more people step forward. Youngjae and Mark both approach to greet me, while the other three watch in confusion.

"Hyung, who is she?" Bambam finally asks.

"This is-"

"Johee?"

The familiar voice interrupts Jinyoung, and I turn to meet the eyes of my best friend, who had just emerged from what I assume is their dressing room. He had swapped his outfit for a fresh pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt. He stands in front of the closed door, taking slow steps towards me.

My patience vanishes at the sight of him. I forget that the other boys are there, and rush towards Jaebum, throwing myself onto him. He catches me automatically, arms going around my waist as mine wrap around his neck. I can't stop the smile that creeps onto my face as he buries his nose into the crook of my neck.

We hug for a while, before we're interrupted by a low whistle from one of the boys. Immediately, Jaebum releases me, chasing after a boy taller than him. "Yah, Kim Yugyeom!"

I laugh at the sight, walking back to stand beside Jinyoung. He starts to introduce the other members, and even though they don't need introducing, I accept anyways, because it would be rude not to. Yugyeom is getting his ass beaten by Jaebum, and when that's over with, Jaebum walks back to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder protectively.

"Kids, this is my best friend, Yoon Johee."

"Are you the girl Jaebum-hyung always used to Facetime with?" Bambam pries. I raise an eyebrow.

"I'd like to think so, yes?" I say unsurely.

"Yes, she is." Jaebum answers with conviction.

"I remember you! Jaebum would always go to bed so late at night because he was talking to you in some way." Jackson exclaims.

"The same girl that he wouldn't shut up about during break times." He exposes his leader with a triumphant tone in his voice, letting out a loud laugh.

"Yah, Jackson-ah. Shut your mouth." Jaebum commands. I let out a chuckle, chest warm.

It was good to be back.

~~~

After getting permission from his manager, I was allowed to go over to the boys' dorm, just to catch up. Dinner was spent talking and laughing with all of them, the seven of us gathered around their coffee table in the living room. We ate, drank, and ate some more, all while nostalgically recalling stories of the boys during their trainee days, and me sharing a lot of Jaebum's embarrassing childhood memories.

When we’ve finish cleaning up and Bambam, Jackson, and Youngjae have all departed for their own apartments, Jaebum sneakily pulls me off to the side and sneaks me into his room. This is nothing out of the ordinary. After all, we had grown up sneaking into each other's rooms way past our bedtime. However, there’s a different feel to it, something new that made me nervous.

Which was ridiculous, right? This is Jaebum I'm talking about. I should be 100% comfortable with him.

Then why did my heart rate just increase? Why do I suddenly feel conscious about myself? Why can't I look him in the eye? Why can't-

"Hey Johee." Jaebum calls from his desk, spinning around in his swivel chair. "You okay?"

I nod, a bit too quickly. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

If he senses something off with me, he doesn't comment on it. "So, how've you been?"

I shrug, walking around to examine the little trinkets he kept on his shelf. "Oh, you know. Drowning in work as usual."

He lets out a chuckle. I'd always been the kid with her head in a book. Always the more grade-conscious one, between us two.

"Let's not talk about me, my life is boring. What's happening with you? The new album's amazing." I bring up.

The brightest smile blooms on his face almost immediately. He opens his mouth and words flow out non-stop. Jaebum talks about their activities, their music, and their upcoming tour so enthusiastically that I find myself smiling widely, just because he was so genuinely happy.

"What?" He asks, stopping his fidgeting on his swivel chair because he noticed I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying- to absorbed in the happiness he was exuding.

I raise my eyebrows. "Hm?"

He chuckles, getting up to stand in front of me. "First time I see you in years and you don't even listen to me."

My cheeks heat up.

What?! I don't blush!

"Sorry. I was too absorbed in-"

"How handsome I am?" Jaebum cuts in shamelessly, fishing for compliments.

I make a face, teasing him. "Yeah, alright.". Not knowing what else to say in response to that, I turn my attention back to the trinkets on his shelf, not touching, just looking.

My heart warms when I see that he still has the music box I gifted him for his fourteenth birthday. Back then, he'd unwrapped it and seriously questioned my gift-giving skills, because 'who in their right mind would give a boy a music box?'. After bickering about gift preferences in relation to the gender of a person, I was under the impression that he'd kept my gift hidden in the back of some closet, buried under a pile of old clothing that were too worn out to be worn again, much less touched.

I wasn't expecting to see it displayed on the top level of his shelf.

My fingers reach out sub-consciously, picking up the music box and opening it. The melody of our favorite childhood song filled the air and I smile to myself.

"This box really brings back a lot of memories." I say, closing it and returning it back to its spot on the shelf.

Turning to face Jaebum, I smirk when he snaps out of his thoughts and blinks, focusing on me.

"What?" He asks.

I tut, imitating him. "First time I see you in years and you're not even listening to me."

He chuckles, catching on quickly to what I was doing. "Sorry I was too absorbed in-"

"How pretty I am?" I tease. Jaebum blinks a couple of times before his lips curl into a small grin.

"I was just thinking about how nostalgic today has been." He says. "I haven't seen you in so long- it feels so surreal to me."

I smile warmly. "Well, I'm here aren't I?"

But the feeling doesn't stay for long. The smile leaves my face and Jaebum notices.

"What's wrong?" He asks, searching my eyes.

I lick my lips. "I thought I'd be able to see you more after today. I don't know why, but I did. I just realized you have a world tour coming up so it'll be a long time before we see each other again."

I try not to let it show too much, but Jaebum is my best friend because he can sense these kinds of things without me having to tell him.

"Hey. It won't be that bad. We can go back to texting and facetiming like we used to." He offers.

I shake my head. "You'll be too busy for that. And you need your rest. I'd rather you use your spare time to rest than spend it talking to me."

He tries to protest, but I remind him that I'm busy too. Sighing, he gives in. "Fine."

I look away- at the floor, at the music box, anywhere, trying to hold back tears and enjoy the fact that I'm spending time with my best friend right now. But the familiar feeling of missing him comes back- even though he's just an arm's length away.

"I'll let you in on a secret." Jaebum steps forward, using his curled-up index finger to lift my chin up so I could look at him properly.

"When I'm away and homesick, when I’m on stage and exhausted, when I’m flying to other countries and missing my own,” he begins.

"I think about you."

These simple words are all it takes for my heart to clench. The full weight of having missed my best friend for so long comes crashing down on me all at once. "Jae..."

“It helps. A great deal.” His gaze softens as he stares at me intently. "It's true. It's always been you. It'll always be you."

Tears start to form in my eyes and I bite my lip, wondering if there's a hidden meaning to his words. "This is starting to sound like something more than just comfort for me being a crybaby..."

His eyes widen in realization and he pulls back abruptly. "Fuck. You're right."

I frown and scrunch up my eyebrows, confused.

He covers his face with his hands before frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. "God, I wanted to do this in a better way..."

"Do what, Jae?" I say softly. Almost as if he just remembered I was there, his head snaps up to look at me. Then he clears his throat.

"You should know, whatever I'm going to tell you now, has been in the making for the past five years."

I nod understandingly. He takes a deep breath.

"Okay. Well, you know that old saying about distance making the heart grow fonder?" He starts. I nod.

He chuckles, but there's no humor in it. "Well, I never used to believe in that. I was never the type to have separation anxiety."

I nod again, this time in agreement.

Exhaling, he fidgets.

That's weird. In all the years I've known him, Jaebum was never one to be shy. Especially not with me.

"When we stopped talking every day, stopped video calling often, that's when it started. I didn't fully grasp what was happening because with a busy schedule and everything, I don't really have time to be texting and facetiming every single one of my friends daily. What I found weird was that the only person I felt this with, was you."

I stay quiet, not knowing how to react. He takes this as a sign to continue.

"At first, I shrugged it off as just simply missing you, missing your company, missing my best friend. But if that was the case, shouldn't I be feeling that to all my friends?" He narrates. "I found my mind being occupied with you whenever I had spare time. If there was nothing to be done, or nothing to think about, you were the automatic thought that appeared- almost as if my brain was encouraging me to keep missing you."

Pressing my lips together, I brace myself for what was to come.

Jaebum's confidence returns, and he looks me in the eyes. "So, I came to the conclusion that yes, I missed you. I missed your company, but not in a friendly way."

My breath hitches as he brings his hand to cup my neck, thumb caressing my jawline. "I love you. Can you believe it took me so many years to realize that?"

I bite my lip, chest tightening. Letting out a shaky breath, I let my head fall onto his shoulder. He moves forward to let me lean on him, arms winding around my shoulders as mine rest on his waist.

"You don't have to feel the same way about me. I just wanted to tell you." He mumbles. I frown, pulling back.

"Jae, why would I not?"

It takes a while to register, and by the time it sinks in, I'm already leaning forward to kiss him.

Jaebum's kiss is sweet. His lips are soft, something surprisingly feminine about his otherwise masculine being. What starts out timid and gentle quickly turns into something passionate. Years of pent up emotion from the both of us being released in one big wave that's trying so desperately to drown the other, failing as we keep each other above water.

I smile into the kiss, and Jaebum feels it. He breaks the kiss but doesn't pull back. Leaning his head against mine, he closes his eyes. I do the same, still fully aware of the hand that found its way to my neck, and the other on my waist. Simultaneously, we let out a sigh of contentment.

"I love you too." I tell him. His hands tighten their hold on me in response.

This moment was years in the making, and all it did was make way for more moments to come.

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