#wouldn't confess in their younger years at all even though deep down they knew.

[bronsinseele]

ningguang and yelan could be alone in the same room (the only way they can truly be themselves with each other) and still miss each other with a life's worth of passion.

[anm3mi]

BAD HABIT ─ NETEYAM ⊹ ִֶָ

contents. fem!reader, hidden injury, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, confession

notes. this is crap, but i wanted to post something for my birthday as a gift to myself, also i didn't mean to do lo'ak so dirty in this, i'm sorry💀

the scene below rapidly evolved, full of fire, explosions, gun fire and loud war cries. harshly biting the inside of your cheek, you silently wish you could help your people in the fight, but you couldn't. you were ordered to only observe, not engage, and as a warrior, you had no other choice than to obey commands.

as the grip on your ikran tightened, you let out a shallow breath, soon interrupted from your thoughts by the duo on your side. "bro," lo'ak called out, his eyes switching between neteyam and you. the trio that was rarely seen apart. a few years ago, thanks to your own reckless behaviour, you quickly became friends with lo'ak, and soon neteyam came into the picture.

when the two of you were younger, you would often sneak out with lo'ak, messing around and causing trouble. but as you matured, you came to the realization that was not the way a warrior should behave. you realized you had people to protect, and with that, you begun to work on your behaviour, becoming less careless and more thoughtful about your actions. deep down, you were still a free-spirited child, curious to discover everything there was to, but you had people to depend on you and you couldn't disappoint them.

with your new mindset, you got into arguements with lo'ak more and more, as you became more like his brother, neteyam. always obeying the rules, being the perfect little warrior. you would no longer sneak out and mess around every night, instead, you would spend most of your time training.

neteyam took a notice of the obvious change between lo'ak and his friend. after witnessing one of your fights, neteyam carefully approached you, as you were more than glad to have somebody to rant to about the younger sully brother. from that moment, it didn't take long for the two of you to grew closer. it started with simple conversations about lo'ak, because even though he'll forever have a special place in your heart, he knew how to get on both your and neteyam's nerves.

after spending more time together, lo'ak was no longer the main topic of your conversations. you would talk about you interests, ideas, neteyam's duty as an older brother and your goal of becoming a warrior. and even though you were working on acting more mature, sometimes you needed at least a bit of freedom and to feel like a kid again, which lead you to talking neteyam into sneaking out. after reminding you countless times of how that was not a good idea, he gave in. but instead of running around the forest, causing trouble like neteyam expected, the two of you sat down on a patch of grass underneath a big tree and talked about the future.

after that night, you couldn't help but feel bad, as sneaking out to the woods in the middle of the night was your and lo'ak's thing, but you made sure to make it up for him. soon, the trio became less irritable when together. because even with all the heated arguments and disagreements, there were moments where the three of you would forget your differences. you adored those rare memories the most.

"we have to get down there!" lo'ak demanded. "no!" "no way, dad would skin us!" you and neteyam shouted over one another with clear disapprove written on your faces, as lo'ak glanced between the two of you once again, holding back a small smirk. you recognized the expression little too well. "lo'ak--" but before you could even finish your sentence, the younger brother was already descending towards the ground. without wasting a single second, the grip on your ikran tightened and you followed lo'ak, ignoring the now distant calls of your name coming from neteyam. even though you've tried to change - there were still moments where you wouldn't think before acting.

abandoning your ikran, you desperately looked around, clutching your bow close to your chest, after loosing sight of lo'ak. a lump formed inside your throat, but before you could let the uneasy feeling sink in, you gulped down and took a deep breath, letting out a war cry. you managed to catch the attention of a nearby human, who wasted no time, before pointing his weapon at you

but you were quicker.

within seconds, an arrow landed in the middle of the soldier's chest, causing him to drop on the ground with a thud. your chest was filled with pride, as you took out another arrow, scanning your surroundings. the sudden shout of your name caused you to snap your head around towards the source, your face lighting up at the sight of lo'ak, who had a huge grin on his face as he held a rifle and neteyam, who appeared almost relieved at the sight of you. running up to them, you let out a long breath you were holding, quickly throwing your arms around the two boys' head and bringing them closer.

your three heads butted against each other's. "we have to get out of here, before we get in more trouble." neteyam loudly announced over your loud surroundings, glaring at lo'ak. "we are already in trouble." shrugging your shoulders, you begun to back away, taking out one more of your arrows, grinning at the two brothers. the three of you were already disobeying the commands, so why not help your people while you were at it?

neteyam quickly followed, grabbing you by your forearm to stop you, almost sending you crashing into his chest, as you looked up to meet his eyes. before either of you could say anything, an explosion went off. your body harshly colliding with the ground was the last thing you felt, before everything went blank.

it didn't take long before you regained your senses. the first thing you noticed was the intense ringing in your ears, as you placed your hands on the hard earth, grounding yourself. harshly blinking your blurry vision away, you lifted yourself up from the ground way too quickly, causing you to stumble forward a bit, yet you managed to stay on your feet. a sudden way of pain coming from you lower abdomen caused you to let out a groan, but you choose to ignore it.

instead, you glanced around in a search of your weapon. you managed to find neteyam first. unconscious neteyam. with wide eyes, you let out a quick gasp, before stumbling to where his body laid. you fell down to your knees, ignoring your own pain, as you desperately scanned neteyam's entire body for any serious injuries. you let out a long shaky breath, when you didn't find any fatal ones.

gently placing your head on top of his chest in relief, you muttered his name, earning a low groan in response. your head shot up, noticing neteyam's eyes fluttering open. "hey, you're okay. you're okay..." you lifted your hands off his chest, muttering assuring words more to yourself than neteyam. opening your mouth to speak, you placed neteyam's arm over your shoulders as carefully as possible, but was soon interrupted.

"neteyam! y/n!" at the harsh loud call of your names, you looked towards the source of the sound, noticing jake quickly making his way towards the two of you. shit, you mentally cursed to yourself. "what the hell are you two doing here?!" kneeling down, jake eyed neteyam just like you did barely a minute ago, before taking him off you and throwing him over his shoulders. "i'm sorry- i'm sorry..." neteyam begun to mutter under his breath, yet got no response.

you quickly followed, but the burning sting on your stomach caused you to stop dead in your tracks. for the first time since you woke up, you decided to take a look at your injury. a hiss escaped your lips, when you noticed a long gash along your abdomen. placing your hand over the bleeding injury, hiding it, you bit your lower lip, almost drawing blood.

catching up with jake and neteyam, you were hit with a sudden realization. "where's lo'ak?!" you cried out, worry lacing your tone. "he's already on his way back." announcing, jake got on his ikran, still holding neteyam. you were able to swallow the lump forming in your throat, but what you weren't able to simply shake off was the uneasy feeling building up inside your stomach.

the last few minutes felt like a blur. there was fire everywhere, followed by constant war cries and shouting. you gulped down, as the adrenaline slowly, yet surely died down.

you called out for your ikran, one of your hands still on your stomach, while following behind jake and neteyam. you had no idea what to worry about first - lo'ak, neteyam or the fact all three of you were in huge trouble with jake, the toruk makto himself. the person that has been giving you orders for the past years and the person that took you under his wing, helping to raise you, when your parents weren't available, which happened quite often as they were busy with their own duties. to you the sully's were like your family you deeply cared for.

jumping off your ikran with a grunt, you patted the side of your ikran's head, before turning your attention towards the commotion. you awkwardly made your way towards jake, who was already scolding lo'ak and neteyam, with neytiri, kiri and tuk standing near them, ignoring how light-headed you felt. "you're supposed to be spotters!" angrily pointing his finger at neteyam, jake explained as lo'ak joined his brother's side, both of their eyes stuck on the ground.

"jesus, i let you three geniuses join a mission and you disobey direct orders!" you now stood beside lo'ak, your eyes switching between the ground, the brothers beside you and jake. eyes meeting neteyam's, you furrowed your brows - silently asking him if he was alright. in response, he sent a small nod your way, as you did the same to assure him. biting your tongue so hard you could taste metal inside your mouth, you were barely paying attention to what jake was saying, as you tried to stop your heavy eyelids from falling down. the pain started to become unbearable, as your knees were shaking.

"ma jake, your son is really bleeding." neytiri gave her mate a look. "mother, it's nothing--" shaking his head from side to side, neteyam stuttered. as he averted his gaze from his father, you managed to catch his eyes. his brows furrowed in confusion at the notice of your strange state, but before he could question it, jake begun to talk again.

"and you y/n," jake held back a sigh. "i expected this from lo'ak, but you? i'm disappointed." his words echoed inside your mind, as you looked at jake through your eyelashes. "i'm sorry, sir. i--" your words were slurred and before you could even finished your sentence, your head spun and you harshly fell to the ground.

the last thing you heard before blacking out was neteyam's call of your name. as you fell to the ground, your hand fell to the side, exposing the still bleeding injury. at the sight, jake's eyes widened. "get her inside!" he ordered, and neteyam wasted no time before picking you up as gently as possible, carrying you inside the healing hut, where his brother was already being healed.

"what happened?" with a worried expression, lo'ak called out. "she's loosing blood, she needs help. immediately. " jake explained, not taking his eyes off the your unconscious form. you were placed on the floor, as mo'at begun to take care of your wound. "is she going to be okay?" glancing at his grandma, neteyam demanded, but got no answer.

"bro," placing a hand on his shoulder, lo'ak murmured. neteyam glanced over his shoulder at lo'ak's unreadable expression. shaking his head from side to side, neteyam swiftly pushed his brother's hand away, "this is your fault." neteyam pointed his finger at lo'ak's chest, before storming off. "neteyam!" kiri shouted after him, but her calls fell on deaf ears. quickly picking up a few supplies, she hurried after her brother. after all, he was still injured and needed to be taken care of.

"she's going to be alright, i feel it." kiri softly announced, after finding her brother. he wasn't far from the hut, already feeling guilty for leaving your side. "she's strong." kiri added. "she followed him. she followed lo'ak down to the battlefield." trying to swallow the guilt, neteyam looked up at his younger sister. he only felt more guilty after realising she was hiding her injury from them. from him. "you know y/n, she doesn't want us to worry about her. always putting others first." kiri sat down next to her brother, nudging his side, thinking about your bad habit of putting needs of others first. "she's amazing, isn't she?" a smirk made its way onto kiri's face. "yeah," letting out a long breath, neteyam simply agreed. "she is."

"now let me help you." pulling her supplies closer, kiri announced, earning a quick nod from neteyam, as he turned his back to her. a hiss escaped his lips, when kiri harshly pressed on his wound. "sorry." she muttered, but neteyam knew she didn't really mean it. it was his sister's way of calling him stupid for obeying direct orders from their father.

"the first thing she did when we arrived was asking me, if i was okay. me." neteyam sharply inhaled at the burning sensation, as kiri smeared a paste along his injuries. "you should talk to her. i'm pretty sure y/n has something to say as well." shrugging her shoulders, kiri announced. silence fell over the two siblings, as kiri continued to mend his wound and neteyam sat in silence, confusion smeared across his face upon hearing kiri's words.

the day was long gone, as the stars now occupied the night sky. the village was quiet, everyone peacefully asleep in their homes - everyone except for neteyam. after kiri took care of his own wounds, he made a straight beeline towards the healing tent, as he was met with your unconscious body, your injury now stitched up and covered.

slowly, he sat down next to you, his grandmother's presence going unnoticed by him, until she decided to speak; "she needs to rest for two weeks. the cut was quite deep." mo'at suddenly explained, almost startling neteyam. he looked at her with widened eyes, as she continued to grind herbs together, before glancing back at you. "she won't like hearing that." neteyam admitted, earning a simple hum from his grandmother in response.

mo'at exited the tent in silence, leaving neteyam and you alone. carefully, neteyam took your hand and placed it in his lap, as his thumb caressed over your bruised knuckles. he was rarely seen like this - uneasy, lost deep in his own thoughts and neteyam was aware of the affect you had on him. the way his stomach would flutter with butterflies at your simple touch or the way his heart would beat hard against his ribcage when you were in danger. as much as neteyam preferred to be in denial about it, he knew he was head over heels for you.

and with how deeply he cared for you, he couldn't help, but be a bit angry. not only at lo'ak, but you as well. if you wouldn't have followed his brother into the battlefield, you wouldn't be injured - you wouldn't have to hide your injury, which was another thing that upset him. letting out a long shaky breath, neteyam gently placed his head on your thigh - the only part of your body that was uninjured, and with your hand still in his, he soon fell asleep.

the eclipse was near and his parents grew worried. they knew where their son was, but most importantly, they knew no matter the amount of pursuing, he wouldn't leave your side - not until you woke and the two of you could finally talk.

his slumber was interrupted by a murmur of his name, as he let out a small groan in response. "neteyam, i can't feel my leg." this time, you spoke more clearly, startling the boy awake. with wide eyes, neteyam looked down at you, before glancing towards your leg, where he managed to fall asleep. "y/n! i'm sorry--" "it's fine, just next time please don't use my legs as your personal pillow." your voice was hoarse, laced with sleepiness. leaning onto your elbows, you attempted to sit up, but neteyam's hands gently pushed you back down at the sound of a painful hiss coming from you. "you're on a bed rest. two weeks." he announced, earning a scoff in response from you. "yeah, no." you muttered, before rubbing your tired eyes. your whole body was sore and in pain, yet all you yearned to do was get up and properly stretch.

"neteyam?" raising a brow, you glanced to your side at the boy, who was staring at you with an unreadable expression. "neteyam, what is--" you opened your mouth to speak, but was interrupted: "you didn't tell me." he suddenly declared. "what?" you attempted to sit up once again, and this time there was no pair of hands stopping you, as neteyam held his hands back. "when we came back yesterday, you didn't tell me. you didn't tell any of us." neteyam continued to explain, while you carefully studied your bandaged injury. his was voice low, yet stern - almost emotionless.

"you could've died, y/n." upon hearing the sudden crack in his voice, you froze. finally, you peeled your eyes away from your body and met his eyes. tears were threatening to spill, yet neteyam used all his remaining strength to not let them. "you need to stop following lo'ak, because then it ends up with one of you being injured and me having to clean up the mess." neteyam blurted out, yet soon regret his words at the sight of your hurt expression.

"is this what this is about?" you insisted, fury lacing your tone. "i am not one of your responsibilities, neteyam." the way you said his name with such venom caused his stomach to tighten. "i didn't ask you to cover for me, i can take care of myself. as you can see - i am alive, so i don't see why you're still here--" ignoring the burning pain across your body, you continued to rant, irritated by your sore body, headache and the guilt you felt.

"because i care about you!" silence fell over the hut, as you could only hear the echo of his words. with glossy eyes, you stared into his, before biting your tongue. "yesterday, when you fell unconscious, for a second i thought you were going to die and-" neteyam begun to explain, his eyes switching between yours and the floor. you slowly realized this was the first time you saw neteyam almost nervous during a conversation, unable to keep eye contact and stammering. that was the affect you had on him - you made him nervous, in a good way, of course. but you also made him scared. scared of loosing you.

"-and i didn't know what to do. i felt so guilty for not trying harder to stop you from following lo'ak and i still do." your expression softened, as you felt your heart tug. "neteyam..." you softly whispered, as you reached to hesitantly cup his face with your hand. "i'm sorry for worrying you, i truly am." your eyes did not once leave his, as honesty laced each of your words. neteyam's eyes stared into yours, before bringing his hands up and placing it above yours that still caressed his face - his skin burning upon your comforting touch. "i care about you, too, you know?" you added, voice barely above a whisper.

without a word, neteyam slowly nodded in response. "never scare me like that again, please." pressing his forehead against yours, he whispered. biting the inside of your cheek, you mentally braced yourself, as your heart beated harshly against your ribcage - threating to escape any second. closing your eyes, you quickly pecked neteyam's lips. "i won't." opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of neteyam's flustered and shocked expression at what you couldn't help, but grin.

"do it again..." he whispered, slightly leaning closer, his hand sneaking towards the back of your neck. "what was that? i couldn't quite hear you, nete." you teased, your thumb caressing his cheek. "kiss me again, please." with determined, yet soft eyes - neteyam repeated his words. you let out a small chuckle, before leaning in once again. this time - it wasn't a simple peck. your shared kiss was filled with comforting warmth, as your stomach went crazy with butterflies, just as neteyam's.

as you pulled away, neteyam unconsciously chased after your lips, causing a heartfelt chuckle to rise from your throat. your geninue moment was interrupted by a sudden painful hiss. with wide eyes, neteyam's hands left your body with the worry of hurting you, before searching your body for any source of pain. using the palm of your hand, you covered your wound carefully, the harsh movement of your body disturbing in.

"i'm okay." eyes shot closed, you let out a shaky breath through gritted teeth, assuring neteyam, yet he didn't seem convinced. "you have to rest." neteyam announced, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. in response, you rolled your eyes and let out a small groan. "i don't know if i can just lay here for two weeks." you admitted, before laying down. neteyam followed, resting on his side next to you. "well, you have no choice." with a small smile, neteyam explained, as you suppressed another eye roll.

"promise you'll visit me?" looking at him through your eyelashes, you asked. "of course i will." neteyam assured, causing you to let out a small, relived breath. silence fell over the hut - but it wasn't uneasy, rather comforting, as you carefully studied neteyam's features up close, before you felt your eyelids become heavy. even with your eyes closed, you could sense neteyam's eyes glued to you and you could feel your face burning underneath his stare.

"i really like you, nete. you know that, right?" you muttered through a yawn. "i know, y/n, i like you too." shyly, neteyam admitted, softly caressing the top of your head. the corners of your lips tugged into small, as neteyam's expression mirrored yours. using one of his arms to support his head, his other one was lightly placed over you - the two of you asleep within minutes. you knew the next couple of weeks are going to be rough, you still had to scold lo'ak and apologize to the sully's for scaring them, but now, you could only savor the moment with neteyam you were in.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hello sorry to bother you with this ask but I was SA when I was six by someone from my dads family and nobody never protected me at all, so I was wondering if you could write something with Secondo ? Like comfort or protective, fluff, something like that, with an now adult reader victim of SA ? Sorry it’s weird af, I don’t quite know how to put my words, I’m a not a English native speaker

Maybe something like the reader confessing she’s been SA when she was young, I don’t know

This is the first time I dare to ask something about my story so I’m a little stressed. I hope it’s really anonymous…

I totally can understand if you’re not comfortable writing something like this.

I love your work. Thank you for your writing and for allowing us to dream. Bye !

Hi. You are not bothering us. I'm sorry nobody has been there for you when you needed. I hope you're better now. I want you to know you are safe here. We love and support you. - Jez

TW: mentions of sexual assault.

Secondo SA comfort drabble

You looked down, ashamed and terrified of his judgement. Surely Secondo would say something. And sadly, even after years of therapy, you expected it to be negative. You expected him to hate you or feel disgusted.

"Look at me." He asked softly. Normally he would say those words way more commandingly. Like an order whenever he was in his dom persona. But this time... It was quiet. Gentle. Uncharacteristically soft for the man. "Please, amore. Let me take a good look at you, yes?"

You looked up and allowed his hands to gently hold your cheeks. His gaze was unususally soft. Secondo was a grumpy, stern man. Yet right now... It was as if he was a whole different person. Maybe the fact that he wasn't wearing his facepaint had something to do with that.

"Listen to me very, very carefully now, alright?" He asked softly, leaning in closer to rest his forehead against yours. "Pay very close attention to my words. Because what I'm about to say to you is one of the most important things I have ever told you."

You nodded, not trusting your own voice right now. He didn't seem angry or disappointed. So maybe... Maybe, just maybe... He could still love you. Maybe he could look past what happened to you when you were younger. Maybe you didn't have to be afraid of being rejected by the man you loved so much. Maybe there was a little bit of hope there, after all.

Your heart was breaking. Tears fell from your eyes. You tried to push the memories away, but you had no way to do that. They always came back whenever you talked about it. All the pain and fear would come back and try to devour you yet again...

Not this time, though.

This time he's there. He's holding you in his arms, wrapping you in a strong yet gentle hug. You could move away if you wanted, he made sure of that. But you didn't want to move. You felt safe. You felt loved. You felt protected.

"I love you." He said quietly. You waited for him to say something more. You expected an 'I love you, but', yet no buts ever came. "And I will always protect you. I will not allowed you to ever be harmed again, understand?"

You nodded and he kissed your forehead. His words stunned you. He accepted you. He didn't care about what happened. Because he loved you. He wouldn't judge you. He was there for you. He didn't shame you, didn't mock you... All you could feel from the man was deep, unconditional love.

He would be there. You knew that. He would be your rock. Your temple. Your knight. He'd always be ready to be there for you. To hold you. To comfort you. To kiss away your tears.

"I love you. And if there's anything I can do for you, my darling... I'll do it. I will do anything for you."

Hearing his words, feeling his arms wrapped safely around you... It made you want to cry again. But this time... Those were tears of happiness. Because it was only now that you realized just how much he loved you. And that his love was truly unconditional.

"Thank you..." You whispered, hiding your face in his chest.

"There is nothing to thank me for, my love. I will always be by your side. No matter what happens." He promised.

And if there was one thing you knew about Papa Emeritus II, it was that he always kept his promises.

~

Written by Jez.

Due to the difficult subject of the post, I have decided not to include the taglist.

[yuichiroswife]

✠ — PERHAPS HE WAS BEING TOO AGGRESSIVE, using force to get answers instead of his usual gentle demeanor towards the other? But in that moment... it didn't seem to matter all that much. Even after hearing Min-Jun's sudden cries of pain from the nails he was digging into his flesh, Mikaela didn't think to lessen his grip even once. Why should he? Doing so could give the larger man a possible opening for attack, or even grant him with a means of escaping his punishment — and that wasn't something the blonde was willing to let happen. At least not until he heard the other's reasoning for his actions. "Dead?" That's right. That makes sense, so much more sense, more sense than what Mikaela had originally thought, because there was no way Min-Jun — or rather Envy — would ever abandon him; not of his own free will and certainly not because someone had told him to do so. "You thought I was dead." Words come forth as a statement rather than a question, allowing for his mind to dwell upon all of the years he spent — all of the years he wasted — on being angry with the other when his reasoning, his logic, was as sound as ever.

✠ — Oh how humiliating, HE COULD FEEL THE DISGUSTING SENSATION OF EMBARRASSMENT WELLING UP DEEP WITHIN THE VERY PITS OF HIS STOMACH, threating to spill from every inch of his being. It was more than enough to to make him cast his gaze elsewhere, anywhere, all so he wouldn't have to look at the other a feel like and even bigger fool than he already was. Anger had never been something that he was fond of holding onto, especially not during his younger years, but jealousy? Jealousy had always been something that existed within the blonde, even if no one actually knew or ever really noticed — after all, he'd learned how to hide such a thing pretty well — at least... when it didn't involve Envy. Part of said anger stemmed from the fact he conjured up all manner of scenarios involving Envy and other people he could have possibly been attracted to.

✠ — THE GRIP UPON ENVY'S SHOULDERS LOOSENS SIGNIFICANTLY, fingernails retracted from now bloodied flesh, hands simply resting upon in place just as his body remained perfectly perched atop the other's lap — seeming as if all the previously pent up anger had almost completely dissipated from within his being. All that remained was the sour look found upon his face and the faint shade of color 'pon the tips of his ears, just barely managing to peek out from underneath golden strands. Yes, for once in his life, Mikaela had allowed his clouded judgement to get the better of him... and in the end, it was entirely wrong. Envy hadn't abandoned them. Envy hadn't abandoned him. He simply thought that he had perished much like the other various children. But that alone raise another question: just what had he been doing all this time?

✠ — It was a question that he wasn't certain he wanted the answer to, ESPECIALLY IF THE OTHER'S ANSWER WAS EVEN REMOTELY ANYWHERE CLOSE TO WHAT HE HAD BEEN THINKING ABOUT. So instead of asking, he simply lets out a rather loud sounding sigh, right hand coming up to run fingers through own strands of hair, gently tousling them before dropping his hand down into his lap. In this moment, he really did feel like an overly jealous accusing housewife, and the worst part about it was the fact he wasn't even sure if the other felt the same way as he did. After all, it wasn't like he really received an answer for his previous confession. At this point, he was just being downright unfair and perhaps even a little childish.

✠ — Perhaps now was the time to answer a question himself in truth? Envy had muttered about what he had said previously, about him loving him, and he was certain that the raven probably wanted some kind of explanation for it. Lord knows that he deserved it after what just transpired between the two of them. Though Mikaela wasn't exactly certain if he even wanted to elaborate on the whole thing. He didn't need to have his heart broken a third time. Yet despite how he felt, he still did his best to muster up some kind of response, no matter how difficult it was.

✠ — "Yes, that's right. I loved you," his words come forth rather slowly when he finally speaks, "or rather love you." THERE'S A THICK SWALLOW THAT FOLLOWS, sapphire irises finally coming back to rest upon the other's disheveled features, the faint color from his ears seemingly spreading to the apples of his cheeks, "Maybe I've loved you for a good few years now? It's somewhat hard for me to determine." It wasn't, he just didn't want to be honest and admit he'd loved him since their time in Sanguinem.

yuichiroswife·:

✠ — PERHAPS ONE COULD SAY THAT LOVE OFTEN DROVE PEOPLE MAD, and whether or not such a thing was true Mikaela didn’t know, but one thing was for certain… he wouldn’t even be standing here right now if it hadn’t been for that very same burning blaze of love he felt for the other. Even if he believed that the other no longer deserved such a thing, he couldn’t help the way his heart tightened at the sight of him, nor could he help the way his heart raced any time he thought about the man of raven locks. In truth, it made him absolutely sick to his stomach. The way he loved someone that abandoned him and the other children they cared for. The way he loved someone that didn’t even think to get help for the rest of them. The way he loved someone that just vanished without a single trace. He was certain that it wasn’t something that any sane man would do, but then again… he hadn’t been sane for a long time — perhaps he had never been sane to begin with?

✠ — Though, MAYBE THAT WASN’T SUCH A BAD THING? A sane person wouldn’t be able to survive in these conditions after all, especially when no one else seemed to have any sanity left to spare. So perhaps the Mad Hatter from the stories of Alice really was right when he spoke the famous words ‘we’re all mad here’.

✠ — AND DESPITE THE ANGER THAT HE FELT, it began to falter the very moment he felt fingers all too familiar to him begin caressing his features, mindlessly allowing the other to pull him closer and closer until he was flush against his body. Oh, how much he had missed this sensation. How much he longed to see the other again. How he longed to have him at his side once more, as if nothing had happened between them. Honeyed words seemingly falling endlessly from off the larger man’s tongue, only serving to draw the blonde in closer, almost as if he knew all the right things to say — much like a predator would when stalking it’s prey, allowing itself to be lulled into a false sense of security before striking at it’s vital points.

✠ — Though that submission is broke the moment he hears the words vengeance and suffering, CAUSING HIM TO HARSHLY ATTEMPT TO BREAK FREE FROM THE OTHER’S GRASP ONLY TO FEEL THE TIP OF A BLADE AGAINST HIS BACK. So he truly wished to stab him in the back once more? So be it then, but he wouldn’t allow such a thing without first giving him a piece of his mind. “You disappeared from me.” You disappeared from us. “You abandoned me.” You abandoned us. “You left me.” You left us. Voice beginning to sound more and more erratic as he spoke, shaking with every single word that left his mouth, fingers releasing the fabric of Envy’s shirt and instead latching onto his shoulder. “You left me, you left me, you left me, you left me, you left me, you left me, YOU LEFT ME, YOU LEFT ME, YOU LEFT ME, YOU LEFT ME!” You left me. Fingers soon begin to press harshly into the other, nails hidden by white gloves piercing into skin hard enough to cause droplets of blood to surface through Envy’s turtleneck, staining white fabriced fingertips with crimson — smaller body trembling with a mixture of sorrow and what he believed to be hatred.

✠ — Perhaps he truly did want vengeance for the betrayal he suffered at the hand of the one he loved, perhaps he wanted to kill him, perhaps he wanted to break every bone in his body so that he would forever be dependent on the blonde, just as he had been before? None of that really mattered in that moment though, no, what he really wanted was the truth. He wanted answers, he wanted to know everything he could. “What I want?” His voice remains shaky as he speaks, “what I want is to know why? I want to know why you suddenly left everyone behind. I want to know what was so much more important than us… Than me.” The sound of a sword clatters on the ground beside them as Mikaela places his other hand upon Envy’s other shoulder, gripping almost just as tightly as his other hand, “What did we do so wrong that you choose to leave us?! Did you grow to hate us?! Did you hate me?! Answer me!”

✠ — “…I loved you more than anyone else. So… why?” Why did you choose to forsake me when I thought that you felt the same way?

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄  &  𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍.     his  shoulders  are  burning.  they  feel  like  they’ve  been  plunged  deep  into  scorching  water   &   he  can’t  pull  them  out.  not  even  budge.  the  pain  is  just  too  overbearing,  forcing  the  once  raised  knife  to  slip   &   fall  from  between  his  fingers,  most  harshly  reeling  the  young  serial  killer  out  of  his  dream.   ❝     ──hn..   a-ah…  !     ❞   it  hurts.  it  hurts  so  damn  badly,  but  now  at  least  he  knows  the  truth,  no  longer  a  prisoner  of  own  madness  or  its  disillusioned  constructs;     this  mika  is  definitely  real.  as  real  as  the  electric  tides  currently  coursing  through  his  veins,  gaining  a  soft,  alleviating  sigh.  oh,  mercy…

although  envy  had  experienced  it  on  countless  occasions,  the  crushing  act  of  flesh   &   bone   ──   like  slowly  squeezing  on  a  pomegranate   ──   it’s  still  nothing  that  he  can  possibly  comprehend  regarding  mika,  the  angelic  boy  who  could  very  well  be  mistaken  for  a   living  doll.   it  makes  absolutely  no  sense  to  him   &   the  further  mika  presses  down,  screaming,  claiming,   &   demanding,  the  further  own  sense  of  the  control  shatters.  envy  can’t  decide  whether  to  hold  on  fast  or  simply  give  into  the  impulse  which  continues  to  boil  with  each  passing  second,  just  telling  him  to  fight  back,   to  overpower,   to  kill,   much  like  he  had  done  for  lord  knows  how  many  years.  after  all,  does  he  really  want  to  do  so  again… ?

with  choices  always  come  consequences,  &  the  grave  ‘pon  which  they  rest  is  but  proof  of  such  regret   ──   he  knows  better  than  to  do  it  twice.  still,  it’s  easier  said  than  done  when  your  shoulders  are  being  slowly  crushed  so  gritting  his  teeth,  envy  leers  at  mika  with  intent,  only  to  ease  as  soon  as  that  very  last  word  is  captured,  slowing  down  all  of  the  reality.   ❝     … . . ?     ❞    love… ?   the  colourless  lips  part  slightly  in  follow,  revealing  the  sharp  edges  of  his  fangs.   love…   love…

         since…   when?

the  scorching  feeling  suddenly  gets  lost  in  a  wave  of  processing  thoughts,  stealing  his  caution,  his  breath;       the  little  killer  is  completely   entranced   by  that  singular  term.  ❝     you…   loved….  ?     ❞   does  mika  even  know  the  full  meaning  of  it…?  the  very  curse  that  it  brings…?   giving  a  long,  lasting  blink,  envy  not  once  attempts  to  reach  for  the  butterfly-knife  which  rests  within  the  grass,  so  terribly  close  to  his  now  relaxing  fingers,  or  perhaps,  he  just  can’t,  seeing  how  numbness  of  arms  could  mean  so  many  different  things.  regardless,  the  young  vampire  has  his  full  attention  now   &   despite  not  answering  almost  any  inquiries,  envy’s  own  words  sound  as  sincere  as  his  expression;     ❝    mika…    i…   thought  you  were   dead….     ❞   

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Twenty Steps Backward, One Step Forward | Shinichiro Sano

-Twenty times you rejected Shinichiro, and one time you didn't.

warnings: none

genre: fluff, angst

A/N: When I found out that he got rejected 20 times, I know that I need to write something about it. Although I'm not really sure if writing this at 1 A.M while listening to Lorde then Frank Ocean was a good idea (｡•́︿•̀｡)

If there's one thing you want to tell your younger self, it's telling them to take risks and say "yes".

But time travel doesn't exist. Well, maybe it does, but not in your realm anyway. And every decision you've made in the past made you who you are now. There can't be any room for regret.

You looked at Shinichiro. Your eyes wrinkling from how wide your smile is.

"Shinichiro-san, do you remember the first time you confessed to me?" You laughed, remembering the memory.

-

Your mother always taught you to stay away from bad boys for they are only trouble knocking on your door. And that's what exactly you're doing.

You know Shinichiro Sano as an owner of S.S Motors, where you're a usual customer. You must say, the man's great at getting the job done.

It's not like you're a member of a gang or a professional biker. It's just that you enjoy taking rides on your motorcycle that your mother gave you. But being on the streets every once in a while made you familiar with the man.

Other than being an owner of the bike shop, you know Shinichiro as the leader of the Black Dragons. One famous gang around Tokyo at that time.

While for Shinichiro, you're not just another customer. The moment you first stepped into his shop, you already captivated him. So when you asked him to customize a few parts for your bike, he decided to take it slowly. Just so you'll come by and check on more often.

He didn't dare to ask you out at first. Well, because he wanted to test the waters first and he didn't want to scare you away. So it took about three visits from you when he had the guts.

"Y/N-san, you're beautiful and kind. Honestly, I would love to take you out on a date some time" Shinichiro smiled at you while scratching his head. Honestly, he isn't expecting an answer right away.

"Shinichiro-san, don't get the wrong idea. I'm only here as your customer. Nothing else." You smiled kindly at him. You'll be lying if you say that Shinichiro isn't attractive. But then again, you want to stay away from trouble as much as possible.

-

You bit your lip as you reminisce the first time he asked you out. If you just knew that you'll end up being with the man, you would've said yes.

Your hand grazed over Shinichiro. "I remember it all too dam well in my heart."

-

There are two things that Shinichiro is bad at fighting and giving up.

It has been a week since your motorcycle has been fully customized by Shinichiro himself. And you can't help but be impressed every time. From the polished and flawless paint job to the customized seat, you got to give it to the Shinichiro.

The only thing you can't give to him is your "yes" to the date he's been asking for. As much as it is tempting, you knew that he'll only break your heart.

15 or 19? You've honestly lost count on how many times you rejected him. He kept pestering you even though you're not his customer anymore.

From a bouquet, a box of chocolates, and waiting for you after your work, Shinichiro kept on asking you for a date.

He even attempted to ask you out over a cheesy pick-up line.

"Hey Y/N, you look like someone I know."

"And who might be that?"

"My future s/o."

Well, who is he to give up though? He became a leader of Black Dragons for his determination. And he's not backing down on you.

Although, he would sometimes feel like a fool from the rejections he got from you. Is there something missing from him? You never said he isn't your type, so what could be wrong?

He could only take several rejections from you. So maybe 21st times the charm? Maybe this time, he'll be able to pursue you.

After work, you once again saw Shinichiro leaning on his bike waiting for you

"Shinichiro, I already told you-"

"Y/N," Shinichiro walked over to you and held your hand in between his. "Just one date. If you don't like it, I'll never bother you again. I swear."

The heart wants what it wants. Maybe Shinichiro is trouble, maybe not. One date wouldn't hurt, won't it?

And that was one of the happiest days of Shinichiro. While it was a day of experience for you. Something that'll be treasured in your heart forever.

It wasn't anything special. You and Shinichiro only rode around Tokyo that night. Enjoying the breeze, night lights, and your youth.

But one thing you won't forget that night is how you two danced under a lamp post. Particularly, the one in front of your house.

"Well, I wasn't able to get a date at my prom and you weren't able to attend yours. So, care to share a lovely dance, Y/N?"

-

It felt like a dream. A long-lived one. What you thought was trouble knocking on your heart was an angel in disguise.

Everything all seemed like it just happened yesterday.

That one "yes" you answered to Shinichiro is something that you'll never regret. But maybe, if you would've said yes to him sooner, you might have had more chances to spend time with him.

Maybe you would've built a family sooner. One thing that you and Shinichiro have dreamt.

You feel your heart clench at the memory. "I'm sorry, Shinichiro," your cheeks felt wet from the continuous tears falling from your eyes. "I couldn't do anything."

It's been years since Shinichiro left you. But time still won't fly around you.

You took a deep breath and leaned your forehead against the cold marble of his grave. Trying to feel some possible warmth from him.

All you could do is remember the twenty times you rejected Shinichiro and the one time that changed your life.

His absence forever leaving a void in your heart.

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (02)

➭ You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, unrequited love, heavy angst, fluff, lawyer au.

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

SERIES: CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

"Please, Joon. I just need to know if he's okay..."

Namjoon scratched the back of his head while looking at Red. The latter was practically begging him to spill things he's been forbidden to utter. He was sure he's just seconds away from telling her what she wanted to know, but then he's abruptly reminded of how heartbroken Jungkook was.

"Don't tell her I'm here," tears painted Jungkook's cheeks. "I don't want to see her. Not now." Or ever...

"He's not here, Red. I'm sorry," Namjoon sighed, trying to close the front door of his small apartment; regrettably, Red stopped him before the door shut in her sad face."I know he doesn't want to see me." She said with a shaky voice—causing Namjoon to purse his lips into a thin line.

"Right." He couldn't help but say. She deserved the snarky remark for hurting Jungkook beyond repair.

"But I'm worried about him. H-He was...so mad when he left."

'Who wouldn't?' Namjoon wanted to say, yet he kept his lips glued together. He needed to remind himself that although she hurt Jungkook, Red was still his friend.

"I'm sure he'll be fine wherever he is." Namjoon's caught Red's eyes. "Jungkook is strong, you know."

"I know." She looked at her feet; this caused the man inside the house to also look down. Namjoon was so busy shooing Red away that he didn't notice a big box on the ground. Judging by the looks of it, he deduced that this box belonged to Jungkook. The tower of sketchpads and other art materials was already a giveaway.

"Can you give this to him, though? I'm not sure when I'll get to see him again, and I know he can't live without this stuff, so..." Red picked up the box. "Please, Joonie..." She added when the older boy didn't say anything.

"Fine."

In the end, Namjoon gave in. He didn't have a choice. This was the only way to make her leave; however, he instantly regretted his decision when he spotted Jungkook sitting on the couch."What did she say?" Jungkook inquired eagerly; his eyes flew on the box that's juggling in Namjoon's arms. Jungkook saw his friend trip over a non-existent stone.

Namjoon was really clumsy.

"She wants me to give this to you." The older boy handed the box to Jungkook in exchange for his precious daughter.

"Ji-eun..." Namjoon cooed, bopping the nose of his three-year-old child. Ji-eun chuckled; her little finger was poking her father's deep dimple.

"Appa!" Ji-eun's eyes twinkled. She missed being in her father's embrace even though it hadn't been long since Namjoon left her with Jungkook.

Ji-eun couldn't help it. Jungkook used to be the fun uncle, but all he did now was cry and snort. Admittedly, she's getting tired of wiping his tears every second.

She wondered who made uncle Jungkook cry.

"Huh." Jungkook huffed as he examined what was inside the box. Namjoon was right. It's full of the younger boy's stuff.

"Is she really so eager to kick me out of the house that she personally brought my things here!?"Jungkook was seeing red. Profanities left his lips as acid dripped down his stomach. He's so mad at his ex.

"Language, Jeon," Namjoon warned, turning away from Jungkook. He couldn't let Ji-eun listen to the younger boy's dirty mouth. "Besides, you're the one who left."

Jungkook didn't know how to respond to that, mainly because Namjoon was correct. He was the one who left in the middle of the fight. In his defense, he was hurt. What Red was saying was too much for him—it was painful, the kind of pain he knew would forever haunt him.

"I love him, Kook."

Red's confession echoed in Jungkook's mind again. Red told him she loved her soulmate. Jungkook didn't want to believe her because how? How could she fall in love with another man just by looking at him in the eyes?

"We've been seeing each other for months now."

His question had been answered. Red was a cheater, and it's the last straw for Jungkook. He couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up.

"I hate you, bitch!"

The pain that crossed Red's face indicated that Jungkook had gone too far. He didn't mean it, but he's hurt, and this was the only way he could hurt her back.

Before Red could say anything, Jungkook was already out of the door.

It's two am in the morning. Jungkook was certain that the only awake person that he could bother right now was none other than Namjoon, his brother-in-law.

Thankfully, Namjoon's apartment was just a few blocks away from Red's home.

"Kook?" Namjoon squinted his eyes after opening the door. He's been awake for straight twenty-seven hours to the point that he couldn't tell if Jungkook was really in front of him or if he's just hallucinating.

"Hyung..." Jungkook broke into tears upon seeing his only family.

Namjoon let the crying boy inside his house.

"I ran out of tea..." This was Namjoon's excuse when he handed Jungkook Ji-eun's milk. Namjoon didn't even have time to buy his groceries since his daughter occupied most of his time.

Fortunately, it looked like Jungkook didn't give two fucks as he was already halfway finished drinking the warm milk.

It's been exactly fifteen minutes since the younger boy came knocking on Namjoon's humble abode. Jungkook had stopped crying, though he still looked a little shaken.

"Red found her soulmate..." Jungkook spoke right before Namjoon could ask what happened. Suddenly, the older boy found himself biting his bottom lip. He didn't want to pry about Jungkook's life, but then he's reminded of the wish of Hye-Jin, his late wife.

"Take care of my brother, Joon..."

"D-Do you wanna talk about it?" Namjoon asked before he changed his mind. This was the only thing he could do for Hye-Jin.

"What's there to talk about?" Jungkook hissed even though he's the one who started telling Namjoon things. The latter kept his head low. In times like this, he wasn't sure what to say.

It's not like he's better than Red. Namjoon also broke up with the woman he was dating right after meeting Hye-Jin. The only difference was that Namjoon's ex perfectly understood the situation. She knew that they weren't destined to be together.

"She cheated on me. She said she's in love with her soulmate." The bitter taste in Jungkook's mouth was still there. It only strengthened as soon as the word 'soulmate' left his lips. Jungkook continued pouring his heart out to Namjoon despite saying he didn't want to talk about it.

"She's going to regret leaving me. No one can love her the way I do!" Jungkook swore, but Namjoon's almost 100% sure he's wrong.

Seeing colors were different. It felt like everything was perfect. Namjoon couldn't deny that one of the many reasons he fell in love with Hye-Jin was because she helped him see the wonderful hues.

It's like the more he fell in love with her, the brighter the colors became. Even now that she's dead, Namjoon could still see colors. Granted that it kind of faded, it's still the best thing Namjoon was proud to experience.

The rule of the world was simple. As long as your soulmate was in love with you, the colors would always be visible in your very eyes. It would only become less bright if your soulmate died. However, the case of a one-sided love was different. People wouldn't be able to see colors if their soulmates didn't give them their hearts.

Some said that there were cases wherein people went blind when their soulmates started to hate them. Namjoon and Jungkook didn't know if it was true or just a myth. After all, they hadn't encountered people who apparently 'went' blind because of the mentioned reason."I'm telling you, hyung. She'll come to see me soon."

Jungkook was right. Two weeks after their fight, Red showed up. Unfortunately, it's not to beg her ex to come back. She only returned a box full of his stuff, a clear sign that she's officially kicking him out of their shared apartment.

"How can she do this to me? It's my house too!" Said Jungkook nine days after Red's appearance in front of Namjoon's apartment, it finally dawned to him that his ex was no longer a part of his life.

It's really over.

Jungkook realized this while staring dumbly at his ruined sketchpads. Ji-eun accidentally spilled a glass of water on her uncle's drawing.

The mixture of pain, anger, and frustration caused Jungkook to scream. He couldn't possibly be mad at a three-year-old kid; that's why he just directed his negative emotions to the fact that Red practically kicked him out of their home—his home.

He was aware that Red's name was written in the lease contract, but Jungkook paid this year's rental fee. He's broke at the moment. This being the case, Jungkook swallowed his pride to come to live with his brother-in-law. The thing was, it's getting hard for him to stay there. Namjoon had only one room, so Jungkook slept on the couch—wait, this wasn't about right. Jungkook didn't even get to sleep. Ji-eun's cries wouldn't allow him to do so. Aside from this, the little kid had also ruined her uncle's drawings countless times now.

"Seriously, Kook. You need to move out of your brother-in-law's house." Taehyung pouted his lips.

Jungkook couldn't decide if he could take his friend's advice seriously, at least not when Taehyung's tongue was basically down Jimin's throat.

"I can't afford to lease a new place." Jungkook scrunched his nose, eyes still focused on the disgusting public display of affection in front of him. "I only have forty dollars in my bank account."

"Oh, you poor thing." Jimin slightly pushed his boyfriend's chest to dodge his kisses and to be able to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook snorted. He didn't want to be babied, especially not by Park Jimin, who he met just a few months back.

Park Jimin was Taehyung's real soulmate. It was still weird seeing them together. All his life, Jungkook believed that Taehyung, his childhood best friend, was a straight man. Taehyung dated a lot of women before; he also seemed to enjoy being with them.

This was one of the reasons why Jungkook hated the idea of a soulmate. It was a complete bull. It was unfair to let fate decide who you'll end up with. Jungkook witnessed Taehyung's struggle after meeting Jimin. He was happy that he could finally see colors and that it didn't take him long to like Jimin, but Taehyung was so confused.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung also thought he was straight, but then his world suddenly turned upside down. Before he knew it, Taehyung was crying. He was too overwhelmed with what was happening, and Jungkook hated it. The latter didn't care about genders; he supported those who didn't identify themselves as heterosexual. Jungkook hated that people had to limit what they thought their gender was just because of the concept of soulmate. Again, it was not fair.

"But I can help you..." Jimin added as he took a bite of his frozen yogurt. They were currently inside of an ice cream shop. Jungkook had to get out of Namjoon's home since it was getting hard to look at his ruined works. He called his best friend to help him destress. Jungkook just had to let his frustrations out. Luckily, Taehyung and Jimin were more than happy to treat their younger friend some frozen yogurts. Jungkook ordered three of the said dessert.

"No, Jimin." Taehyung said as if he'd read his boyfriend's mind. "Jungkookie isn't going to suck your dick for money."

"Aw." Jimin's lips protruded into a sulky pout, making Jungkook roll his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't believe the couple's relationship. Jungkook knew that Jimin was only joking, but Jungkook thought he couldn't let the love of his life think about someone else's body. He was pretty possessive.

"We can call Yoongi-hyung, though. I think he's in the mood for some dicks—"

"Guys!" Jungkook groaned, cutting them off. His eyes were widening too. "Can we stop talking about dicks for five seconds? I have a serious problem here."

"Oh, right!" Jimin's eyes lit up. He also cleared his throat—an action that made Jungkook sigh in relief; at least he's getting serious now. "You need to find a roommate, Kook. Lucky for you, I have a friend who's looking for a housemate. I think she could cut you off some slack."

The younger boy's scoff was almost instant. "Cut me off some slack?" He narrowed his eyes at Jimin. "I don't want to owe anything to anyone. You know that."

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of his frozen yogurt. "It's not like that. You'll actually be the one doing her a favor. She's in dire need of a roommate, Kook. She wouldn't mind if you couldn't pay rent right now, as long as you're willing to keep the house clean and look after her cat. You can do that, right?"

Of course, Jungkook could. He was an artist; he spent most of his time inside his home, silently drawing whatever came into his mind.

"Huh." Jungkook was still skeptical. "Can't she just hire a maid?"

"Wish it was that easy. She's a mess. Not even her maids can tolerate her shit. Besides, her cat is a total bitch. She scratches anyone that's not her owner."

"I'm not sure..." Jungkook scowled. He wasn't sure if he could live with a stranger. Jungkook was a shy boy; it actually took him a long time to even say 'hello' to Jimin.

"Just think about it, Jungkook..." Jimin smiled warmly at the younger boy. "I swear she's a decent person. Yes, she's messy, but aside from that, she's fine. She doesn't pry on anyone's life; she's quiet, just like you, and oh! She likes banana milk too! I swear, Kook. You'll like her!"

For some reason, Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He knew Jimin was kind, he's the type of person who always talked about the good qualities of a certain someone, but this was the first time he spoke about someone with such passion.

Jimin continued to talk about you, his lovely best friend. If you could hear him right now, you were sure you'd end up crying. Jimin was indeed the best friend you could ask. He's fiercely loyal.

"It's true, Kook. You'll love her." Taehyung talked about you with the same intensity. He had met you, and he instantly fell in love with you. You were smart and witty.

The couple continued sharing things they loved about you. Jungkook swore he's not easy to convince. The only acceptable reason why he's standing in front of your apartment was that Taehyung and his boyfriend knew the magic of words. They had done an excellent job convincing him.

Jungkook let out an exasperated breath when you still didn't answer the door after his ninth attempt to knock. Truthfully, he was getting pissed off.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

Just as when he was about to leave, the door suddenly opened with so much force. Jungkook was startled.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking, so I slipped down the floor, and I..." You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jungkook to see his reaction.

You were rambling about how this whole situation was so embarrassing, but Jungkook wasn't listening anymore. How could he focus on anything when his heart was beating this fast? Jungkook was pissed before he met your eyes, right now; the irritation he felt was rapidly boiling down to panic when he realized what was happening.

Colors.

Jungkook was used to seeing black and white, so imagine his confusion when the colors suddenly became visible in his eyes.

Nothing made sense to him, but one thing's for sure.

Jungkook had found his soulmate.

[curiousconch]

Chase You/Chase Me (Pt. 7)

Part 7: Round and around we go

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: The attack in McGraw Byrne's offices reveals a deeper conspiracy that runs to the top of the law firm, which Alex pursued head on. But when the dust settles, she is forced to face the music of her own troubled mind.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 2.1k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / themes of violence, and trauma, language. Reader discretion advised.

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

A week after, New York City

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The gunman panted as he ran through the dark and unfamiliar side streets of New York, the covering on his face not helping alleviate the sense of panic overtaking him.

His current state of mind paled in comparison with how calm he walked into the offices of that freakishly bright law firm.

The task was simple - get the phone and get out.

But when he found himself face to face with the woman who'd sent his life into a whirling clusterfuck, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

He missed.

A brute of a man rammed into him right before he took a shot. Who knew corporate slaves can be combative? By then he knew he was fucked. He snatched the phone then ran.

An earlier scope of the building gave him an easy way out, but the shitty maze of the streets of the business district didn't give much of a reprieve.

I fucking hate this city.

He didn't know how long he'd been running, not until he had to stop by the dead end wall in front of him.

Blue and red flashing lights caught him in a daze, his breath heavy, realizing he was boxed in by police officers in an alley.

"Freeze!" one had shouted. "Raise your arms over your head!"

He didn't have a choice. He's not willing to die for his uncle, nor take another sentence in prison. That scumbag wasn't worth it, regardless of how many times that man tried drilling the thought into his head.

I'm tired of this shit anyway. Though I'll miss the perks.

He raised his hands, then felt his knees buckle when someone kicked him from behind, forcing him to the ground. Someone pulled the ski mask off his head, his face now exposed for everyone to see.

He was the younger, spitting image of Koenig's CEO. Except for those piercing blue eyes.

Now everyone will know, he thought. Poor uncle Peter will be burned to the stakes after he spill every single sordid detail of all the crimes Max was ordered to do.

From that pretty little celebrity in L.A., the poisoned man from Oklahoma, the researchers from Massachusetts, and all of those other victims in between.

Good thing he kept all those souvenirs. He will prove to them that he was just a pawn.

The pawn that was Maximilian Koenig Cornell.

**

A few days after, Rooftop of McGraw Byrne

Alex took another hit of nicotine from the cigarette between her fingers, standing by the edge of the fancy rooftop lounge. She exhaled a plume of smoke, the friction in her throat giving herself a temporary reprieve from her chaotic state of mind.

By the rest of the world's standards, it should have been a beautiful day. The skies above her was indigo, filled with streaks of orange from the setting sun. The peacefulness of it a far cry from the storm that was brewing inside her.

Success shouldn't feel this way. She was having a hard time basking in her recent victories.

Alex was just named junior partner this morning, after successfully taking Peter Koenig and Sadie McGraw down. Max Cornell, who turned out to be Koenig's nephew slash hitman, had confessed. He revealed who really was pulling the ropes, all in the form of well-kept call logs and text messages.

The backlash of it all reached McGraw Byrne's founding partner. The same form of proof exposed Sadie's hand on the Koenig class action suit, as well as her involvement in tipping off authorities to paint Marcus Sharpe as Aliana's murderer. The intent was to veer suspicion away from Koenig, making thousands of dollars along the way.

Alex had completely unraveled the conspiracy, with the help of Aislinn and Gigi. Beau, surprisingly, was more than participative. But it was obvious for everyone at the firm who led the crackdown, and it didn't take long for recognition to come to pass.

In everyone else's eyes, she emerged the winner.

And now, when all is said and done, there was nothing to escape to.

Alex can no longer disassociate herself from the sight of the gun barrel held by the ghost she tried to forget all these years.

The sound of applause, soured only by Martin Vanderweil's display of pain-in-the-ass arrogance, should have made her want to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Instead, here she was, wallowing with herself to be overcame by old bad habits.

What happened in the library was etched in her mind, clear as day. The memory of that close encounter with death, being brought up to life by the lack of distractions, made her shudder.

Every waking hour was consumed by the man with the haunting blue eyes that meant death. Those same eyes from the past that suffocated her for so long.

A decade spent running away from them, yet they still caught up with her.

She worked so hard not to remember, not to let it bring her down, for it not to be her end game. She's at the top of the fucking career ladder, yet why can't she still have a sense of freedom?

Everything just felt wrong. She felt out of place.

Lost in her frustrations, she didn't hear the whirring of the elevator and the approaching footsteps that followed.

"Thought I'd find you here," Gabe said, stopping inches away from her.

It took everything of her not to swivel and look at him, opting to curse at herself for how her body quickly relaxed by the softness of his voice.

The storm clouding her mind instantly dissipated, leaving her bare. Gabe's presence made the oceans within her stand still, as if awaiting to be stirred.

"Didn't want to be found," she mumbled, closing her lips on the still burning stick of nicotine. Alex struggled to keep her gaze steady at the slowly darkening skyline.

I know. Gabe wanted to say. He knew that finding her here, seeking out the comfort of isolation screamed her desire to be left alone. He had seen her internal turmoil, hiding behind the air of stoicism she projected for everyone else.

That's why he was never more determined to find her. He wanted, no, needed, to be there for her.

Gabe knew he'd been a dick to walk out from her that morning in L.A., right after he admitted what he felt for her.

But there was rarely an opportunity to make it right. Whenever there was, there was no getting through her. No matter how much he tried to reach out, to make her see that he regretted his actions that day, she wouldn't let him in.

He couldn't blame her.

Gabe told himself he'd give her time, to give her space. However, fate had other plans.

He almost lost her that night, and it was a wake up call. When he watched helplessly as Cornell aimed at her, something in him shifted. He's no longer stuck in a limbo questioning who Alex was for him, or why he constantly wanted to be near her, wanting to make everything right.

He was decided to run after her, to stay with her, no matter what. He was done chasing after dreams of the past.

Alex was his future.

"Can't get rid of me easily," he settled on that reply, leaning on the glass railing beside her.

"Really?" she quipped sardonically. "I honestly didn't take you to be the staying type."

That had to sting.

He knew he'd hurt her by leaving, so he deserved that. It wasn't enough to make his resolve waver.

"I am," he insisted. "It just takes me some time to find my footing."

She lifted a hand to him. "Don't go there, Gabe. Just don't - "

"I'm not walking away from you again, Alex," he professed.

She whirled to face him with a look of sullen resignation. "I know."

Deep down, she wanted him too. But not in the fucked-up state she was in. She needed to think, she needed to recover, she needed to get a grip on herself.

But she needed to do it alone.

"I can't deal with us now, it's just.." She sighed. "Everything else that's happened is too overwhelming."

Gabe deflated.

It was the first time he heard her admit defeat. He's gotten used to seeing her fighting every step of the way, that finding her in this state of hopelessness felt alien to him. His chest tightened, hating himself on taking part of what pushed her to breaking point.

"I need to take a step back from everything, Gabe," she said, almost begging. "That includes you."

"What do you mean?"

"Can I to take some time off?" she pleaded, wrapping herself in her own arms. "I have to hit pause for now."

"For how long, Alex?" Gabe's voice was strained. She just made it clear that he wasn't what she needed.

Still he hoped. So he held his breath.

Alex thought quietly for a few moments, before looking back at him in determination. He found a semblance of the Alex he knew.

"A couple of weeks," she answered with a tone of finality.

He didn't want to. But in his heart of hearts, he had to respect her decision. He understood that even the strongest needed to heal. Even the brave Alex Keating.

"I'll arrange it," he relented, closing his fists at his sides to stop himself from reaching out to her. "Anything else?"

She hesitated, biting her lower lip before she continued. "Actually, there is one more thing."

"What is it?" Gabe watched intently as she raised her head to look at him, her mouth curved into that familiar signature smirk that he'd grown to chase after.

"Will you wait for me?"

As per her usual modus operandi, Alex took his breath away by her unpredictability. Almost immediately, Gabe wrapped his arm around her to pull her close. He raised his free hand and let his knuckles brush against her cheek.

He smiled softly, a tad afraid that by holding her this close could break her. And yet, the effect she had on him couldn't be stopped from spilling out, as if it was what he wanted to say all along.

"I've waited my whole life for you, so what's a few more weeks?"

Alex beamed at him, relieved. "I knew you'll be up for the challenge."

"Because I care about you, Alex," he whispered.

"I care about you too."

Alex then dared to take it forward.

Before he had the chance to move away, she tiptoed and surprised him with a tender kiss on the cheek.

Gabe wasn't able to react as quickly, the contact catapulting his senses. Just as his mind plunged back to the ground, she was already walking away, the clicking of her black heels syncopating along with the beating drum inside his chest.

His sight followed her until she stood by herself in the employee elevator, her brown-eyed gaze melting him with earnest affection. As the doors shut closed, so did the heart of Gabriel Ricci.

It shut down in anticipation of her return.

**

Two months later

Mind hazy and craving for Chinese food, Gabe had asked the driver to take a quick detour.

He had just flown from Los Angeles, spending two weeks to assist on a big hotel chain M&A. He got out of LaGuardia at around 10pm, and now his jet lag and empty stomach were taking its toll on him.

The car stopped at the familiar block, and he got out of the vehicle, grabbing his suitcase. He walked the rest of the way, enjoying the craziness of New York City on a Friday night.

For a minute, it reminded him of her.

He heard rumors of her coming back, but HR had been heftily secretive on all things concerning her. With the firm fidgety over Vanderweil's recent harassment lawsuits, he erred on the safe side and didn't poke further.

It didn't take long for him to find Hoi On. Once inside, he greeted the servers in flawless Cantonese, striding straight to the counter.

As he gave his order, the kitchen crew brought out a bag of hunger-inducing takeout box. He was almost tempted to bargain for it instead of waiting for another 20 minutes. Until...

"Order complete for Alex!"

Gabe froze.

His senses were instantly filled by the familiar scent of coffee and vanilla and the echoing beat of heels hitting the floor.

There was no doubt about who was approaching the counter.

He found her standing beside him, the woman he'd missed every single day since he saw her last. The powerhouse junior partner with the easy smile and confident aura.

The woman whose return Gabe eagerly waited for.

"So," Alex began. "I take it tinsel town's fusion of cuisines can't match authentic Brooklyn takeout?" she teased, smiling at him in the same red dress she wore the first time she walked into his office.

He looked down over her - closely looking at the tiny changes in her features. Regardless, she looked more beautiful, taking note of the longer, loose tendrils of brunette hair framing her face.

"No," Gabe shook his head in amazement, his lips breaking into a lopsided grin. "Everything else couldn't compare."

She chuckled. The radiance of her laughter showed Gabe she was really back, and that she was finally ready.

"I bet they couldn't," she winked.

In an instant, Gabe's heart awoke from its slumber. It's as if it knew that this time, the wait was over.

The chase has come full circle.

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[rogue-durin-16]

FIREWORKS AND STREAMERS

Request: I have been insecure about my curly hair lately and was wondering if you can you write something with one of the weasley twins where the reader is insecure about her curly hair and one of the twins makes her feel better.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

Genre: fluff

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Requested by: @wildcat1434

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

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Warnings: none

A/N: So like, incoming fluff bc this idea was cute and sometimes I do be needing fluff, that's about it, enjoy <3

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The relationship between me and my hair had always been... Bumpy, you could say.

There were periods in which I would find it quite lovely; during those times I would let my curls free, showing them off with a proud demeanor, knowing my hair was unique. Those times began to turn less and less usual since the middle of third year, though they were still there.

However, after the summer prior to my sixth year, those moments had banished; I only wished to hide my hair, and my friends ended up noticing. They told me surely there would be a spell or potion able to change my hair.

As if they had summoned it, the next day in Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall introduced us to what seemed like my salvation; Crinus Muto, an advanced spell that modified the caster's hair with no restrictions.

My best friend advised me against using it, claiming it wouldn't help my insecurity— if only, it would worsen it.

I really wanted to do as she had told me and completely dismiss the spell's existence, but two nights after I had a big mental breakdown about it, caused by the most stupid thing ever.

"Is Weasley staring at you or am I blind?" One of my friends whispered, her eyes trained on the Gryffindor table.

I didn't even bother to look up, not wanting to know whether it was true or not, before responding with a quiet "You're blind."

"I mean, it's hard to tell with two rows of students between us but," She nudged me, urging me to avert my gaze from my dinner and redirect it to Fred. "it kinda looks like he's... staring."

Curiosity killed the cat, I guess. My eyes finally left my plate and were, in fact, met with Fred's brown ones. As soon as they met, though, he looked away, pretending to be focused on his food, just like I had been doing seconds ago.

"Of course he's staring." Hannah Abbot, who sat right in front of my friend, commented with her mouth full. "Have you seen your hair?" She swallowed her food, looking me up and down before adding, "No offense, but it's an absolute mess." My eyes opened widely in shock at her bluntness. "You should take care of it, really."

"Has someone ever told you you're an ill-mannered bitch, Hannah?" I heard my friend talking back at the younger girl while I got up and started to make my way out of the Great Hall.

Of course, I didn't see Fred shooting up and attempting to go after me; ultimately he decided to stay in his place, since he saw my friend walking out too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was very aware of all the pair of eyes that had been laid on me the very moment I entered the greenhouse where we would be doing the Herbology tasks.

When I had met my friends at the Hufflepuff common room that morning, I had received divided opinions about my straight hair. At first I had been very convinced that it looked way better than my curly hair, but seeing my friends' reaction, I wasn't that confident about it anymore.

I didn't have time to undo the spell before class, so I decided to go along with it and see how the day unfolded.

I took a deep breath, my eyes trained on the ground as I made my way to an empty seat; maybe there weren't that many people staring, maybe it was just my anxiety.

I finally gathered the courage and looked up, nervously scanning the glasshouse so I could shake off my fears.

There was only a couple of my peers staring, which would have put me at ease, if one of them wasn't Fred Weasley.

On top of it, of course, he wasn't even trying to be subtle, it was almost as if he wanted me to notice his judging eyes; I could feel his gaze on me for the entire class.

The instant Professor Sprout dismissed us, I shoved everything in my bag and left the greenhouse, thanking a couple of Gryffindors who complimented my hair on my way out.

Again, I didn't notice Fred leaving the class as soon as he could to run after me.

I threw my bag against a tree near the lake shore and, as I fell against it, I heard someone jogging in my direction.

"In a hurry to sit by the lake, Y/l/n?" I followed the tall ginger with my eyes while he circled me and sat down by me. "You alright?"

"I just needed a break from... People." I vaguely explained, focusing on the water instead of on the boy besides me.

"Understandable." He hesitated for a second before adding, "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, it's fine." I surprised myself at how calmed and collected I sounded, as if I wasn't chatting with my crush.

"What happened to your hair?" His genuinely curious inquiry took me aback, and I struggled to find something to answer.

"Why?" My heartbeat picked up, anxiety inundating me once more. "You don't like it?"

"It looks weird." Fred looked at me up and down with a grimace. "You don't... Look like yourself." I was about to enter fight or flight mode, but he seemed to notice, and panic made its way to his face. "But it doesn't matter what I think," he was quick to add, his eyes wide open as if he knew he had said something he should have not. "I mean— I think it shouldn't matter, if you like it, that's great— I mean, you don't need my opinion about that either!"

"Calm down, I understand." I tried to reassure him, before his rambling drove the both of us crazy. "Can I tell you a secret?" He nodded with pursed lips, surely afraid he would fuck up if he spoke again. "I've been very insecure about my hair lately— like, very." I sighed. "My best friend told me not to straighten it, but last night I got a not so nice comment and—"

"So that's why you left?" I nodded, tugging my sleeves. Fred went silent for a moment, and then cleared his throat and scooted closer to me. "I know this won't do much, but I really love your hair. Kinda reminds me of fireworks and streamers." He gestured around his own head, mimicking the fireworks' movement. "Dunno I think is fun and pretty awesome." I raised my brows at him in surprise. "Like you."

"Aw, that's very sweet." He offered me a sheepish smile as I felt my cheeks blushing. "It does a lot, actually." I confessed, fidgeting with my rings. "I guess I kinda needed to hear something positive about my hair."

"Well, whenever you need to hear something positive about your hair," he pointed at himself. "I'm your man." He winked at me and I let out a chuckle. "I can also tell you positive things about you in general, but that has a price."

"And what is it?"

"You'll have to let me buy you a drink at The Three Broomsticks this Saturday." I tried not to let panic slip through my recently eased demeanor; was he asking me on a date? "And give me a kiss after." He wiggled his brows at me and my face turned red. "the kiss is negotiable."

I casted my gaze down, fixing it on my shoes, not sure of what I was supposed to say at that. His foot tapping mine snapped me out of my thoughts.

"So?" My eyes traveled to him once more, only to find his studying me already. "What do you say, Y/l/n?"

"Well," I shrugged, trying in vain to play nonchalant. "Seems like an affordable price, so it's fine by me."

"I'll pick you up after lunch, yeah?" Before I could agree, he gasped, his eyes going wide. "I'm a genius."

"Come again?" I frowned, confused as his sudden frantic behavior.

"Don't mind me, love." He jumped up and jogged towards the castle, leaving me puzzled in there. I was about to grab a book from my bag when Fred rushed back, crouched down and pecked my cheek. "Your hair's amazing." He assured me. "See you!" My fingertips graced my now flushed cheek as he headed off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was finishing my lunch when two towering redheads entered the Hall running; while George, slowed down, Fred made a beeline to the Hufflepuff table, his casual clothes already on.

"Ready?" He asked breathless.

"Yeah— you didn't have lunch, did you?" I pointed out, getting up to stand in front of him.

"No, but I'll eat something later—" his eyes roamed over my carefully picked outfit before stating, "You look... very pretty."

"Why, thank you." I offered him a smile and looked over my shoulder at the Gryffindor table, where his friends were very attentive to all we did. "You sure you don't wanna eat something?"

"Hundred percent." He tilted his head towards the gates. "shall we?" He prompted to walk before him, and it was then that I realized he had his hands behind his back. Once we were out in the yard, he tugged my hand and made me turn to him. "I made something for you."

"You didn't have to." Was the first thing that came to my mind when I heard his words. Then the wording dawned on me; he didn't get me something, he made me something. "What is it?"

"So, you know that I told you your hair reminded me of fireworks and streamers?" I nodded, not quite knowing where he was going with that. "Well—" he then showed me what his back was hiding; a delicate, tiny firecracker with my name written on the side. "George helped me so I could finish it on time."

"I'm—" at my loss of words, I could only let out a happy laugh. "This is so cute— am I supposed to ignite it?"

"Duh!" I gently pushed his shoulder in response to his teasing. "Do you know how to do it?"

"I've seen you do it plenty of times." I admitted, grabbing the firecracker with one hand and my wand with the other; it looked so pretty, it was a pity I'd have to ruin it.

With a brief firemaking spell, the firecracker set off. Fred pulled me back slightly before it happened, though.

I was in awe at the beautiful fireworks before us, which looked like a color-changing, expanding version of my hair.

When the colors died out, I turned to Fred, whose attention was already on me, awaiting for a reaction. Surely, he was not expecting the kiss he got, but he didn't complain either; while my hands rested on his chest, his traveled to cup my cheeks before I could pull away.

"So you liked it?" He questioned quietly against my lips.

"I loved it." I whispered back with a wide smile. "You're a sweetheart." I pecked his lips before retreating. Holding his hand in mines, I made my way back into the castle. "We're not leaving until you have lunch."

"You are a sweetheart." He responded, following my lead without offering resistance. "By the way, your hair looks gorgeous." The corners of my lips twisted into a bigger smile at the sweet words he spoke only for me to hear as we went back into the Great Hall.

Maybe my hair wasn't that bad after all.

[caxsthetic]

First Christmas

Type: Advertisement (Headcanons)

Cast: Miya Atsumu | Miya Osamu | Suna Rintarou | Kita Shinsuke

Storyline: Never thought that you would have a lasting relationship with him, last to the end of year and keep going strong. He asks you to join him for Christmas, how would he ask you out? How things would going inside his household?

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life

— Miya Atsumu —

This baby wanted you to join him for Christmas, in hope that he wouldn't get bullied so much by Osamu this year with you around.

"Baby, please? I promise my parents would like you, love you even! They have been dying to meet you."

Cue trying so hard to earn a yes from you, a little bit too hard if you could say.

He would give hint by getting more soft, a lot clingier since December start. When you asked why, he just answer with a little runy nose — that it's winter and hugging you felt so warm.

There were gifts, chocolate, or some of your favourite snack on your locker. Every. Single. Day. You didn't even need to wonder who since your boyfriend would wink at you after you were done putting some stuff on the locker.

Three days before Christmas, that was when he decided to drop the bomb.

So here you were right now, "arguing" with him in front of mini-market. The two of you just done having a little date around the park and decided to grab some hot chocolate when he suddenly begging you to be with him on Christmas day.

"I am sorry! I just don't know how to ask—"

"Well, you could have just, ask."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

He was usually the one who have the upperhand in the relationship. Not like he demanded you to comply all of his request of course, but you were that whipped for him deep down, making you agree over anything that he said or ask.

But you wanted to be a little tease today, thus keeping a straight line on your face as you listened to him beg, again and again, rambling about how you didn't have to worry over anything.

Though, he was the one who ended up getting worried once you settled in on his house.

You and Osamu was the epitome of hell itself once combined, and he never thought the day would come where he had a mischievous lover like you.

When you sat down on the dining table to eat dinner together, no doubt that his parents loves you, worship you. His mother would thank you,

"Oh, dear. Thank you so much for being so patience. I know he was not easy to be with, and I am so happy that someone could finally handle him."

"Mom!"

Well, now you know where Osamu's sarcastic and jabbed remark came from.

His father on the other hand could only shake his head in amusement, though he was the one who would eyeing you like a hawk, kinda a little protective to his son.

Well, the twins were they only children, and his father knew exactly how popular they were. He didn't want a random girl fawning over his son just to know she only loved the setter because of his looks.

"Tell me, (Y/n). Why you love Atsumu?"

Everyone was taken aback by the question. The older Miya had been so silence ever since dinner starts, but he suddenly cut through the conversation, hands grabbing a fork and plop some food inside his mouth mindlessly, waiting for your answer.

"That's a hard question, sir." But you didn't mind, you actually knew. "Not going to lie at first I was going to reject his confession. I just know he is a good classmate and passionate about volleyball and that's that."

His father hummed, telling you to continue, intrigued by your way of thinking.

"But I ask him to give me time, and I use that to actually know him deeper. I investigate him deeper at a match, asking Ginjima how he was, and from all the stories that Gin told me, I get hooked along the way."

There was a longing look inside your eyes, your voice was soft as you told everyone that with time, unraveling every layer of Atsumu, was a blessing and the one that made you fall deeper and deeper.

Atsumu's father could see it all, from how you talked about his son, the glimmer in your eyes, the excitement and the soft look on your face — he could trust you, he could ask you to take care of his son too.

Meanwhile, when you chatter about why you love Atsumu, the setter could only focus on you. His grip on the knife and fork went loose, listening with heart eyes and a little tear on his face.

You were his first girlfriend, and to know that you were so supportive, so kind and (he believed) so much in love with him, he knew that you were the one for him.

"Seriously? Yer crying?"

"Shut up, Samu!"

— Miya Osamu —

Ever since he was in a relationship with you, his parents really wanted to meet the girl who apparently could be in the same priority level as food in the younger twin's life.

Like, well, he never think much about wanting to have a relationship. He heard his twin whine about how lovely it was to have a lover, but he didn't care less and just shrug it off.

Though you came into the picture and suddenly, he wanted to try it out — romantic relationship.

He would ask you to join him for Christmas, thinking it was a good excuse and throw his parents wanting to meet you as the reason (while he deep down wanted to just spend lots of time with you).

Of course he thought about it thoroughly, asking you two weeks before the holy day while you were eating lunch with him in the cafetaria.

"Are you free on Christmas day?"

"No shit, Sherlock, my parents wanted to spend Christmas together.

"Oh, okay."

But well, sometimes things weren't going to go as it planned.

Osamu would be a little moody after that, continuing his lunch with heads hanging low as he pondered if there was any possible way to make you spend time with him on Christmas day.

He could imagine the older twin mock him. Saying things about how he has a girlfriend and yet couldn't even invite her to have a nice dinner together with the family.

Family. That was the reason why you couldn't spend Christmas with him. But he only needed you at least around dinner time, he wouldn't steal your time the entire day, right?

His eyes lit up in an instant, now knowing what he should do next. He already had lots of strategies in mind, food was really the best thing ever, making it easy to think and plan some genius move.

And you just sat there, eyebrows raised in wonder at how your boyfriend seemed to be a lot more expressive today.

What you never expected was to come home one day, around five days before Christmas, only for your parents to tell you to join your boyfriend for Christmas dinner.

You were taken aback, your parents didn't know Osamu's number and such (right?), but how come they suddenly let you so easily with a soft look on their eyes.

With curiosity, of course, you asked them what happened. But they just gave each other some mischievous look before telling you to clean up after walking home with snow outside, making you grumble under your breath.

The day had come, Osamu had been messaging you about the time and how he couldn't wait to spend some time with you. He was a sweet boyfriend, and you really appreciate all the morning greetings and some extra lunch that he always made for you.

His father welcome you inside, smiling softly and announce your presence to the whole house. There was loud thumps from the staircase, and within seconds, your boyfriend rushed towards you and stood with a giddy smile on his face.

"Welcome to the Miya household."

Unlike Atsumu, his parents knew that if Osamu liking someone, there must be something special about her. His dad wouldn't be afraid that his lover would turn out to be just a manipulating girl.

So his father wouldn't ask much, the dinner running so smooth as his mother asked you if you were not bored with Osamu who was hungry all the time,

"No, no! That is fine, Samu is so cute when he whines about wanting some food, that was adorable, actually."

Thus making Atsumu gag, his mother having some heart eyes, his father nodded in approval, and well — Osamu himself would blush and shove the food into his mouth to prevent himself from saying embarrassing things.

You were friends with the twins, making your parents allowed you to spend more time on the Miya household. And when you told Osamu that you could stay longer, he immediately dragged you upstairs, and you felt three pairs of eyes trailing on your figure as he did so.

He didn't say anything, pulling you to his shared bedroom with Atsumu and plop you down to the bed, making you raise your eyebrows.

Before you could ask him what he wanted, he immediately joined you on the bed, laying down next to you and pulled you to his embrace without any warning.

You were confused, yes he could be so affectionate here and there, saying that he loves it so much when your fingers playing with his rough hair. But he never did this before, even when he came to your house to do some assignment, he never go this far.

"Can we do this more often?" He whispered, nuzzling his head on your nape as his arms circled your figure, securing you on his embrace.

"Hm? Next year Christmas?" You teased him, knowing that he must want more. But you didn't hear any complain or some groan from him, making you wonder if he fell asleep or just ignoring you.

"You think we could last that long?" Ah, what is that? Is that insecurity lingered there. You couldn't help but smile, interlacing your hand with his, answering him physically by squeezing it.

"I do, I do believe we could last that long." And even more.

— Suna Rintarou —

How to say this,

Suna is a jealous man. He may not look like it, but he could be so overprotective over something that belongs to him.

Compared to him, you were not some school star or something, you are known enough, but not at the level where everyone worships you.

But still, he would throw a dagger to either boys and girls who look at you with awe on their faces. He mostly following you around, always there in front of your classroom before walking with you to the cafetaria.

He is a jealous man, he didn't like to share you, not at all. And well, at this moment, to the extent where he didn't want his own family to steal you away from him (knowing how charming the Suna bloodline must be).

You have been hinting about wanting to meet his family for weeks, especially when December rolled in. Every time you talk about Christmas you always asked what would he do, was there any family tradition or such.

"I wonder what would it be to spend Christmas day at your household." "What is your adorable sister do every Christmas morning?" "It must be so festive there, you are so selfish not to share me anything~!"

Well, yeah he is a jealous man indeed. But his jealousy becomes nothing the second you subtlely ask about wanting to spend Christmas day with him.

It would make you happy, right? If he invite you to join him for the holy day, that was what you wanted, right?

And for sure if it was something that you wanted, he would set aside his selfishness and jealousy.

He asked you to meet his family at Christmas five days before the day. You were squealing so hard, hugging his arms before grabbing his face to level with yours, pampering his face with kisses while the two of you were on the way home.

Well, he did not expect this much of reaction. You rambling about how you were going to look your best, maybe making something like cookies or cake for everyone — and it amused him, very much so.

And the rambling didn't stop there, you keep telling him about your plan for the rest of the week. How you wanted to make sure that his family would love her, and you punch his arm once, telling him not to sugarcoat their parents.

You wanted his family to love you for who you were, not just because of their son and brother falling for you.

He didn't say anything though, just nodding and kiss you on the forehead to distract you. It was enough ramble for the day, now he needed your affectionate gesture.

And inside the empty classroom, anything could happen to both of your liking.

The big day came. With a box of cookies in your hand, you were ready. Well, you hope so. The twins said that Suna's family is intense... You could only hope that you survive spending a few hours here.

But this, you never thought that this is what the twins definition of intense,

"Oh my, you are so pretty. Look at you, and oh my God is that cookies, dear? What is it? Choco chips—"

"You must be Rintarou's girlfriend! I am so happy that you are real. Wait, you are real, right? Did he pay you anything? That boy really not good with girls—"

"Hey nee-chan, nee-chan look at me! Yes yes, why you wanted to be in a relationship with that lanky beanpole?"

You screamed. Internally. And maybe if the twins were here right now they would laugh their asses off with how dumbstruck you look right now.

WHERE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND—

Oh there he was, walking doen the stairs with a sleepy look. Ah, he just takes a nap, figured.

The ruckus downstairs woke him up, thus with tired look decided to check what happens. But when he saw you standing there on the doorway with his entire family,

He decided to run away.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see how he silently walk back up, making you to take a note in your head that he wouldn't get some kisses today no matter how much he beg you too (okay maybe one kiss but JUST one kiss).

"Nee-chan, would you play with me then? I am sure I am a whole lotta fun compared to that thief!"

"Eh, thief? What do you mean thief?"

"He stole all of my height, see?" Rintarou little sis twirl her body around, showing how petite she is with a straight face, though her eyes shone with annoyance. "Come on, nee-chan. I am gonna show you how fun Christmas here in Suna household!"

Ah yes. How fun indeed as you getting drag here and there by everyone.

You were forced to binge Home Alone with his sister, she would tell you all of her favourite scenes while rambling and complain about her brother. It was cute actually, and you started to enjoy her company.

But in a split second her mother brought you to the kitchen, asking for help for the dinner meal and wanted you to teach her how to make those tasty cookies you brought for them. She was enjoyable too, fun and cheerful.

Though your boyfriend's father suddenly asks you about some opinion of his watches collection. And when you choose one, he started to tell you stories about how he achieve it, how it was a pity Rintarou didn't like the same thing as he is.

At this point you just wanted to cuddle and run away with your boyfriend. Not gonna lie they were all lovely, but you didn't even see him today. He jusg found you there on his family's grasp and decided to give up.

He finally went down when the dinner is ready, and you immediately gave him the deadliest look that you could throw. His whole body shuddered as your eyes never left him, feeling like he found the second Kita-san in a form of his usually sweet, beloved girlfriend.

He made a mistake for letting everyone befriend you, for letting his intense family get the best of you.

As you sat down on the dining chair, you made a mental note that the next Christmas, he would be the one who was tormented.

— Kita Shinsuke —

"Obaa-san wanted to meet you."

Ah, typical Kita Shinsuke, always straight to the point, sometimes could not even wait for you to finish your drink before dropping information that could change your life.

You burst the canned drink out from your mouth in surprise. You could hear a whisper lord, have mercy rolled down his tongue before patting your lips and chin with his handkerchief.

"W-What? Why? I mean, did you tell her that you are in a relationship with me?"

"Of course I tell her, who do you think I learn to properly ask someone out if I didn't get it from a perspective from the same gender?"

Basically everything. Kita Shinsuke never hides things from his lovely granny. Everything that he learn about this life, he got it all from her. Including how mischievous he could be sometimes, all her.

"Alright, alright. When?" You would be lying to yourself if you are not nervous. Hell this is the first time you have a serious relationship, with someone none other than a straight-A student, diligent, perfection—

"Hm, this Christmas would be good. You alright with that?" Six months, six months the two of you were together and maybe it was time to meet his granny. At least it was just his granny, not his entire family.

You nodded, sipping on your drink once again. Your mind already filled with scenarios that might happen, you asked him things that you need to do, thinking about what kind of girl that his granny would like.

He chuckles though, patting your head gently and smile at how nervous you look. You are a strong girl, someone that can stand up for themselves. So when you look so cute biting your lips like this, he let it all sink in and enjoy it.

"What are you trying to achieve with that question?" He asks softly, really curious about the way you think. "She would love anyone that I love, so I promise, you have nothing to be worried about."

He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering some praises and reassurance that would ease your heart. Yes, you can believe anything that he said, even though it seems like it was too good to be true.

Kita never tell lies, he would tell you sweet things, he would scold you, he would tell you when you have done something wrong. Everything about him is just and honest, you literally would never ask for someone other than him.

But right now as you sat with familiar four pair of orbs eyeing your every move, you really wanted to run away.

He didn't lie, yes it is true that his granny wanted to meet you in person. He told you how she has been dying to see you, the girl who could finally slide into his heart, possibly the same girl who she would see in a wedding dress with her grandson by her side.

Though, he forgot to mention that his entire family would be there too.

You could feel your back getting all sweaty even though it was winter. Maybe you produce a cold sweat, maybe you would die in seconds if this keep going.

It was like when the first time you met your boyfriend, his eyes penetrating your soul as if you know that those orbs could see right through you.

But unlike back then when you met him and him alone on the school library. Right now, there are four of them. FOUR. The intensity multiplied, the gaze never left your face and you wanted to smack the little smirk that tugged on his lips.

"All of you scared the poor girl!" Saved by the granny.

His granny went to the kitchen before, finishing one last meal before placing the dish on the table. She immediately sat beside you, her palm delicately caressed your back, trying to calm you down. A frown slip on her face when he could feel the beads of sweat on your clothes.

Friendship with Kita Shinsuke is ended, now Kita Yumie is my friend—

Poor family all getting scolded by the mighty granny. She basically told them not to be too awkward. Yes, turns out everyone just doesn't know what to say and decided to wait for you to speak up first.

Like hell you could if they basically glare at you.

Though they all apologized, including your boyfriend. You said it was okay and since it was the first meeting, the awkwardness was bound to happen. Guess they were all kinda different compared to the certain volleyball captain.

Their parents have a rice farm, a big one you could say. The majority of the rice farm in Hyogo all belonged to Kita family. Both of them were so softspoken, like granny but without the playful intonation.

His siblings — you couldn't really read them. His older sister is so cool, she was kind and ask you all romantic things about your relationship with her dear brother. Granny Yumie would give some playful teasing and add more questions, both woman curious about Shinsuke's love life.

The little brother though, grimacing here and there every time the questions from the ladies were too much, eating his food like it was the most disgusting things ever.

"He can kiss, and you think it was good enough? My brother finally grow up!" "What is your favourite season, dear?" "Do you prefer Japanese wedding or those modern wedding? I love either of it as long as Shin-chan is your groom!"

You answer most of it with a stutter, the way you click with his family warm his heart as he looked at you with so much love. This didn't go unnoticed by his little brother of course, he was still in Junior High, didn't really care about those things called love that the ladies boasting about.

Though, this was the first time he saw his older brother smiling softly, eyes glimmered as it never darted away from your face. And well, if his brother happy, then he would be happy for him.

Now he wonders what could he do to support his brother, there must be something, he just needed to know why. He wanted to show that he approve the relationship. Too shy to say it verbally, he needed another way.

His eyes that were similar to Shinsuke gleam in amusement when he saw the familiar plastic plant that he usually saw on the television. Those movies would make him shudder sometimes, with the actor's tongue meeting each others,

Oh well, at least if he could pull this of and timing it right, he was sure that all the ladies would thank him by the end of the day. (Extra cookies, and if that means he needed to see his brother kissing his girlfriend, maybe it was worth it)

Heh, this Christmas would be so much fun.

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When I’m Away (Aged Up!Five x Fem!Reader)

Requested: Yes! Im so glad you guys enjoy my writing and support me! 

Plot: It was basically Five and fem!Reader were best friends and in love and when he jumped, she ended up in the apocalypse together with him. He finally confessed. A few years down the line they got married (as best as one can in an apocalypse xD) and eventually made it home together slightly aged up. Five was always insecure about the fact that he made Reader suffer though even accidentally. It was his biggest regret but most selfish happiness. Post-apocalypse saving, he overhears a conversation Reader is having with one of the other Hargreeves (Klaus, Allison or Vanya come to mind) and misinterprets it/mishears it. He thinks Reader regrets being with him and was truly miserable all this time and that crushes him inside. He starts doing his best to make things happier for her but also makes himself scarce. In a life or death situation, he ends up putting himself in the line of fire for her and before he passes out from the wounds, he whispers an apology to her with tears in his eyes and that he wishes that she can have a second chance now that she's young again. Of course Reader doesn't understand at all what he means and Five refers back to what she said and that's when she realizes what he means and that he misunderstood. He ends up blacking out before she can clarify his fears though and her next week is hell because she's so afraid Five won't wake up and will die thinking she never loved him. When he does she sobs, and she finally tells him that he misheard her and that she loves him and wouldn't trade her life with him for anything. (Right up my ally) Just because you wanted them aged up, I made the two of them 18, I hope that is okay!:) I hope that you like it!! @oceanspray5

Word Count:2623

You couldn’t really remember how it happened. The only thing you could remember is a flash of blue appeared and then a boy was there, in a mask. Everyone knew about the Umbrella Academy, you would be lying if you said that you had no idea who they were, but you did indeed recognize the emblem on his uniform. It was weird, however, that he was standing in your backyard. He stared at you, struggling to find something to say before you shrugged and said “Maybe the calculations were off.”

After that he would occasionally pop in without the mask, inviting you out with him when his family was too much or when he was feeling lonely. You didn’t mind, it was nice to have a friend. It was nice to have someone to talk to, even if that someone was sometimes a little too blunt.

The two of you sat on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon, sunshine shining down on the two of you when you spoke up “You seem less snarky today.”

“Less?”

“Yes,” you nodded, still waiting for him to say why he was in such good spirits, but his answer never came. You didn’t pry, you knew that eventually he would say something, but right now was not the time.

His friendship came easy, it was like learning how to walk. You didn’t need to remember how to walk, you just knew you could. That’s how it felt to be friends with Five, he was like a walk in the park. It was your feelings that came second, crashing down on you like a piano, leaving you bewildered and wounded.

You never said anything, thinking that it was just a mindless crush that would eventually disappear, leaving things to continue as they normally did. However, you couldn’t help but notice how bright his smile was, how lovely his hair looked, or how he had dimples. None of that made you want to confess, the only thing that made you want to confess is when he would reach out for you. When his fingers would brush against yours in silly moments of bliss, that’s when you felt your chest deflate, leaving you in desperate need for air.

It was Summer, green decorated the world and colors swayed in the hot wind. You watched from the front door of the Hargreeves door. You knew that today was the today. You were just simply waiting for a moment. You were waiting for his schedule to be clear. It was supposed to be clear after lunch and you knew that, so you were here at one in the afternoon, waiting. You were playing with the hem of your shirt when the door opened in a violent fashion. Your eyes gleamed and you stood straighter, but that’s when Five ran past you. You followed suit, ignoring his warnings as he started his own personal mission. You lept towards him, in an attempt to grab hold of him, succeeding only to be surrounded by blue lights. You didn’t let go till Five stopped running.

It was hard to breathe, that was your first thought. You couldn’t seem to get a deep enough breath. Five was screaming, frustration filling up his senses as he tried to escape this hell. Then he ran, back in the direction of the umbrella academy, back to his home. You stood still, noise becoming obsolete as your soul left your body. You felt as if you watched yourself follow Five, you didn’t speak, you didn’t cry. It was only when Five turned to you with a panicked face and teary eyes that you felt your soul return, running over to him and holding him tightly as the two of you sobbed in the wreckage.

Surviving with Five was the easy part, he was your best friend so of course it was easy. The hard part was remembering. Sometimes you would have dreams about home, about your family or friends, sometimes you would even dream about growing up with Five. Growing up normally, as normal as the two of you could be, given how one out of the two of you was especially gifted. You dreamt about school life with Five. Going to prom with Five. Something normal and desperately sweet, but then you would open your eyes and you would be in a crumbling house, feeling hopelessly lost.

It was getting colder and you were looking for something to burn that seemed relatively dry when Five flashed in next to you. “Need help?”

You smiled up at him, giving him a tiny nod as the two of you started to walk into piles of rubble. “Do you ever dream about what could have been?”

“What could have been?”

“Yes,” you picked up a wooden plank “, Sometimes I dream about us, I dream that we met normally, like in the movies.” You explained as Five stared at you. He bit his lip and held his hand out towards you, letting you safely cross a ledge.

“No, I try not to.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I think that if we were normal,” his hand lingered “, I think that things would be different.”

Your eyes locked onto his for a second before he bent down to pick up some branches. You looked away with a small hum “Maybe, but I think we would always find each other. In this lifetime and in others, I think it always had to be the two of us.”

Five swallowed hard, turning to face you. It had been months now, months since the two of you ended up stuck here, and yet you still seemed so lovely. Even when the entire world was gone, you were still his light. He decided then that, no matter what happened it had to be you. It would always be you. “Like soulmates,”

“If you’d like a definition, then sure, like soulmates.”

“Despite everything I believe in, I can find it in my heart that I have always loved you.” Your eyes became wide as you held the wooden plank closer to your chest, mind running rampant as you tried to string a sentence together in the midst of your astonishment. Five grinned, knowing that he must have said something right by the way your cheeks were turning a beautiful red. You let out a melodic laugh as you leaned towards him, pressing a small kiss to his temple, then whispering a sweet “I love you too.”

Your love for each other grew like wildfire with each passing day; each week, month, and year felt as amazing as the last. The depressing parts of the apocalypse were drowned out by kisses and days of being together. Days of surviving together. That was enough to make it all bearable. All the scorching hot days, the freezing nights and rationing seemed so little compared to how the two of you loved each other. It was a few days before the fortieth anniversary of the apocalypse when Five turned to you with the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face. “What?”You giggled lightly, pushing him softly in a lame attempt to get him to answer you.

“I found some candles and guess what started blooming,” he pulled you by your arm over towards a patch of dandelions. They weren’t exactly flowers, but you weren’t complaining.

“Lovely,” you sighed as a gust of wind blew through the two of you, Five’s mouth moving but you couldn’t make out the words until the wind settled and you heard him say “We should get married,”

It was something impulsive and unplanned. You knew that even with the paperclip rings the two of you managed to make for each other wouldn’t be legally binding, but it was enough. Marrying each other gave the two of you just an ounce of normalcy in the middle of the revived earth. It was enough to make the two of you feel good about the world again. Hope was slowly being restored and the two of you had hoped that this small union between the two of you would be enough to settle the horrible images that surrounded both of your minds every night. So with two small vows and “I do’s”, the two of you wore poorly constructed paper clips around your left ring fingers, proudly.

Now you were staring down at that same paperclip ring on a much younger hand. After escaping from the commission and running, you were addressing your situation silently in a fully furnished, not to mention, elaborate living room. You and Five had jumped back into time, and by some fault the two of you became eighteen again. You felt more alive, yes, but more anxious than ever. You wish the two of you had more time. More time to make up a plan for the apocalypse, a better plan. Five sat with his back against yours, muttering soft calculations in the silence of his home. You just wish the two of you had more time.

The time the two of you were running through a clothing warehouse was when Five first saw it. He saw how desperate your eyes looked. Given that the two of you were being shot at the time, but his mind traveled back to when you talked about normalcy. His heart tugged in his chest, seeing your panicked face move closer, grabbing hold of his hand tightly and yanking him under a countertop. Deep down inside Five always felt guilty for bringing you along, although it wasn’t willingly, his chest still felt heavy as the two of you escaped the warehouse alive. He wanted you to have a normal life, that’s all he wanted. He wished he could be normal for you, stable for you and above all be extremely and completely boring for you, so you could have that normal life that you clung to in your dreams.

You watched Five perform a dance you had never seen before, walking around the kitchen avoiding your stare from the table and escaping any attempts of conversation and he did it all with a sweet smile. One moment he would be talking to himself loudly down the hall, but as soon as he saw you, he sent you a sweet look and stopped talking all together. He seemed so strange, and yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were sure that he was just trying to figure things out the same as you, but he was worrying you.

You were walking around the house when you heard Klaus calling your name in a excited tone, he straightened when he saw you, bowed and then said “Mrs.Hargreeves,”

“Klaus,”

“How is the husband?” he asked as he sauntered over next to you, sitting on the couch before he patted the cushion next to him for you to take.

You sat with a tiny huff “He’s being,” you trailed off before saying “,Him.” You let out a defeated sigh as you heard Klaus laugh at your anxiety.

“He’s Five, he’s always been moody!”

“Yes, but he loves me.” You looked down at the paperclip wrapped around your finger with a groan “I think he’s just stressed, or something. He gets distant, yes, but usually he isn’t so happily ignoring me?” you vented before you brought a hand up to your forehead gently.

“Why did you marry him anyway?”

You grinned, feeling childish “Maybe, because he was the last man on earth,”  that was the last sentence Five heard before he walked away, locking himself back up in the room filled with equations. 

“I married him because I love him. I really do.”

Something you had learned at the commission was that a gunshot was less dramatic than it was on television, and the worst thing you learned was that the screen wouldn’t fade to black when things got gory. Now you were wishing you were in a movie, as the gun was pointed at you by Hazel, but instead of the bullet going through you a brilliant flash of blue took the bullet for you and Five was falling to the ground, bleeding out from his chest. You let out a scream, catching him before his body could touch the earth, holding him close in your lap as his siblings fought off the assassins.

“Five,” you said his name clearly, holding back tears as your hands were becoming red with his blood.

His eyes darted towards yours in a second and he smiled softly. “Hey,” you dragged him behind the bar, leaving a trail of blood behind the two of you “Hey, Y/N…” You looked down at the sound of your name, tears blocking your vision. “I’m sorry for,” he paused, eyes searching for the words as his mind became foggy and damp “,for everything really. Please, please stop this and maybe you can move on without me and be better. Be happier.” he said breathlessly as Grace rounded the corner at the perfect time.

“What are you talking about,” his eyes fluttered, fighting to stay conscious as he let out a tiny whine before he drifted off into a state of unconsciousness “,Five!”

Then next few days were absolute torture, you sat at Five’s bedside, waiting for some kind of sign that he would wake up. Grace said his vitals were fine, it was only a matter of time till he was awake, but that didn’t start the ball of anxiety from growing deep within your stomach, infecting all of you quicker than any virus known to man. He had to wake up. Did he truly believe that you could ever live without him? That you could ever do any of this without him? Five was the love of your life, your soulmate, the one person who was supposed to grow old with you… again. You were stuck in this body, feeling miserable as you stared down at your unconscious husband, begging to anything, to anybody, that he would wake up soon.

It was around three in the morning when his eyes opened, slowly, but surely they opened. The first thing he focused on was you, seeing the red around your eyes as you stared down at him. “Five,” you let out a heavy sigh, smiling with relief.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? I’m your wife, why wouldn’t I be here?”

“You only married me because I was the last man on earth,” Five’s fresh eyes filled with tears as he watched you let out a small sound of understanding.

“Is this,” you paused, your smiling dropping quickly “,Is this what all this was about? You heard me joking around with Klaus and you thought I was serious?” You questioned, feeling your heartbreak for the man you loved. “Five, my love, I love you with everything fiber of my being. I didn’t mean it like that. I would never leave you. I could never replace you, my love.” you leaned down, kissing his nose gently, giving Five a easy going smile as you pulled away.

Five swallowed hard as he looked up into your eyes, suddenly feeling foolish for how he was feeling. All the guilt he built up, watching you panic. It was because you needed him, you loved him. You couldn’t bear to lose him, just like he couldn’t bear to lose you. He let his tears fall “I’m so sorry, I thought you didn’t want me anymore, I thought-”

You shushed him softly “It’s okay,” you slid into the bed with him, holding him close as he calmed down “, It’s always been you. I could never love anyone else, it’s always going to be you.” You whispered sweetly to him, feeling his body relax into your embrace.

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Budding Relationships (Jongho)

Title: Budding Relationships

Pairing: Reader x Jongho (ATEEZ)

Genre: Fluff. Flower shop AU

Word count: 1212

Writer: Kpopmadness & Whatodowithkpop (Lio & Ju)

Summary: Jongho is best friends with you. You’re his boss and you both work at a small town flower shop. But Jongho is too shy to tell you his true feelings and why he continues to work there with you.

Jongho walked into the charming flower shop that was at the end of his small town. The windows were lined with perfect colorful flowers that ranged in size and shape. All of them happily basking in the June morning sun.

"Jongho?" A female voice calls from inside a room further into the shop.

Jongho feels his heartbeat pick up slightly at hearing the familiar voice. One he had come to know well over the 3 years he had worked with her in her flower shop. Jongho had come looking for a temporary job over the summer months to hold him over until his other jobs started in the late fall. He knew nothing about flowers, or even cared much about them. But he didn't plan on staying long so that wouldn't matter.

His boss was a younger woman, younger than him by a few years. She had inherited the flower shop from her father after he died in a car crash a few year prior. Her smile was always bright and cheerful whenever she met him, making him feel drawn to her.

He started delivering flowers for her to people that wanted them delivered to their homes or offices for loved ones. After a month of delivering flowers for her, Jongho began to have feelings for her he didn't plan on having. Often he would stay late helping her clean up the shop after hours even though she always assured him it wasn't necessary. But as a result of him helping out often and talking late into the nights with her, their relationship bloomed and they steadily got closer until now they were good friends.

Jongho takes a deep breath to soothe his racing heart as he replies, "Hey, it's just me."

Jongho smiles widely as she walks out of the room she had been in. Her hands covered in potting soil and her apron dirty and smeared.

"You're here early today." She says cheerfully, placing a freshly potted plant on the countertop.

"I thought maybe you could use the help." Jongho answers sheepishly. Purely making up lame excuses to be around her more.

She smiles at him warmly, making a blush creep from his neck to his cheeks. Turning them a rosy color he hoped she didn't notice.

"You really should take a rest day, Jongho." She tells me more sternly as she wipes her hands off on her already dirty apron. "I can manage the shop and deliveries a day."

"I know." Jongho answers mildly. "But I like working here with you. It gives me something to do with my day."

Her smile widens at him, making Jongho's heart race in his chest again. He looks down at the polished wooden floor and avoids her gaze.

"So do you need me to help you with anything?" He asks again quietly.

This time she gives up trying to talk him into having a rest day and answers, "We don't have any requests for a delivery yet. But if you want to help me weed out the flower bed out front I would appreciate it." She says sweetly, making Jongho smile down at her.

"I can do that." He says, going to grab a pair of gardening gloves from a small box by the door.

Jongho did his task well, but his work was slowed exponentially because he could hear her soft voice humming soft tunes. His hands would shake so the weeds were harder to get rid of than he anticipated.

She eventually walked up to him, smiling at him as she looked over his progress. "Do you mind if I help?"

Jongho smiles and nods, telling her he didn't mind at all. Her humming continues as they finish the weeds. She teased him about his seemingly dazed state, but he brushes it off as just enjoying the scenery of the flowers he doesn't usually get to in the truck.

They hear a swoosh come from the computer, signaling an email order had come through. They both make their way over to the computer, seeing the new order. Jongho freezes as he recognizes the email address, his heart dropping as she opens it.

"Wait!" Jongho halts her movements, stepping in front of the monitor to block her vision of the order. "What if I tried this one?"

"Oh sure you can!" She laughs as she goes to stand next to him. "Let me show you how to do it."

"No!" He squeaks. "I- I mean, no, I'll try it completely on my own."

She gives him a confused look. "Is something wrong?"

He suddenly feels his heart ache as she looks at her worried expression. Her eyes were glossy as she looked at him, making him worry she was creating tears.

Jongho sighs. "I'm sorry... It's just..." She tilts his chin so he will look in to her eyes.

"Is there something wrong with this order?"

"I know who sent it in and I just didn't want you to see." He explains.

Her eyes get glossier, making Jongho panic on the inside. Her hands rub together nervously.

"Is it a girlfriend?" She asks with caution.

Jongho shakes his head quickly. "No, no it's nothing like that..."

Jongho steps away from the monitor, the reveal making him intake a sharp breath at the boldness of his friend, San, who was the one who had sent the email. She surveys the order, looking between Jongho and the screen.

The order had Jongho groaning and dropping his head into his hands. The order San placed was a dozen roses, from Jongho to her.

"I'm very confused?" She frowns at Jongho.

Jongho stands, going through the rows of flowers in the shop. She watches him carefully as he picks through the red roses. He wraps them beautifully before returning to her behind the desk.

"I like you." He admits, his eyes darting around, only meeting hers for a few seconds at a time. "I really like you and my friends have been trying to get me to confess to you for years and I guess they decided to push me this way."

She stays quiet as she registers his words.

"And it seems as though these are for you, although I wish they could've been from me in reality."

He takes her silence as a rejection, stepping back to leave the shop. He feels her hand on his wrist, making him look up to see her smiling face.

"I like you too, Jongho." She begins, holding the roses in her other hand. "I have liked you a long time, but I knew originally you weren't planning on staying at the shop long so I never said anything."

Jongho's smile widens as he hugs her tightly, lifting her to spin her once, making her giggle. He places her down kissing her forehead sweetly before resting his own against hers.

"And also." She whispers, bringing the flowers between them so they cant both look at them. "You friend used a credit card in your name."

Jongho sighs in frustration. "I'm going to kill him."

She laughs as she wraps her arms around his neck. "You can't now, look what he made happen."

Jongho laughs with her. "You're right, I should thank him. I can kill him after."

[nonbinaryhomu]

kyomami week day iii: very, very angst

oneshot, 1040 words

sorry for any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my native language

i’m very disappointed nobody are talking about that one scene where kyoko was close to becoming a witch and i always thinked about au where mami didn’t save her because she was late, so. here we are

and yeah that’s all additional memory references in there

      “I-Is it… the end…?”

       Redhead fourteen-year-old girl fell down into a ground, feeling the blood flowing from the corner of her lips. Still not wanting to die here, gathered all her strengths and crawled out from Witch’s Barrier, coughing up red liquid and stretching her hand forward, as if expecting help. This obviously isn’t true, she was all alone, nobody would help her.

      This is like her life in this moment showed the end credits. All is over, the audience may diverge, only the main actor still stuck in this end, don’t know what will she do. Her career is over, these are her last moment in this place. She want to scream Please, let me still be there! Don’t leave me, you all! but this doesn’t work, all she can do is cry, because she can’t dry her tears anymore.

      Her life lantern flickered and barely smoldered, rotating weakly around its axis. Red flames burned out, leaving only meaningless sediment behind. Darkness fell and through the ever darker lantern it was impossible to see anything; there were only empty holes glowing with despair, which she did not manage to fill during her life. There were so many unfinished things behind her, but maybe it’s even better – her life was so meaningless. All she could do was watch as an impenetrable curtain covers all her dreams.

      “You can’t use your magic anymore, didn’t you?” cat-like creature smiled innocently and jumped on her chest. “It really looks like it’s the end for you. You’re useless.”

      “But… Why…?” girl choked out hard, looking at creature from under half-closed lids. “It’s not that I just forgot how to use my magic, right…? You must joking, Kyubey…”

      “You said you don’t need her anymore, Kyoko” smiled Kyubey and wagged his tail. “Didn’t you see? Your words worked.  And, all your magic was to help your beloved family, but they all died, because of you. Isn’t that alright? Object of your wish died, your magic is useless. You are useless.”

      “Why… Did you say this to me?” asked Kyoko, transforming from her magical girl outfit to her usual clothes and closing her eyes. “I always though… You aren’t type who help his innocent victims…”

      “I’m not helping you” announced Incubator, still with him smile in him face. “I just want to inform you that you die in a moment. All of your magical energy disappeared, and you haven’t any Grief Seeds anymore. This is the situation without exit.”

      “What will happen to me?” red-eyed asked again, feeling, how her body starts to get colder, like her heart and even Soul Gem. “This… It will not the painless death, right…?”

      “You’ll just turn into a Witch. That’s all, the fate of all magical girls. Although, to be honest, I didn’t think you ever turn into this, but even I can be wrong. Like humans.”

      Teen girl sighed deeply, feeling, how her heart was ripped off. She turns into the monster that her dad called her, isn't that fair? She led her family to death, she deserved this fate, she deserved everything, what will happen to her.

      But deep in her dying heart one thought flashed out: Let me hug her. Let me hug her once more…

–––

      The sun was slowly going down.

      Mami sighed heavy, when the winter wind pierced her body. She was so alone in evenings like this. Kyoko didn’t come today too and looks like even Kyubey didn’t want to be with her. When her classmates invited her to walk together, she refused, but now regretted it.

      Sun started bounced back on the fountain she passed, what made her remembered times, when she passed this way with her only one magical girl friend. Those times were singing to the accompaniment of an orange sky and trying to stop the sun from switching places with the moon. Those times made her laugh, made her happy. But now, when she was left alone again, from unknown reason, her thoughts were going in one direction: what if she wasn't so afraid to do what she always wanted? When sun was going down and she was focused her eyes on younger girl, saying Let’s go home, so we don’t lose our way, choosing the wrong road, she always wanted to just grab her kouhai’s hand, but was too scared to do this. When their hands were meeting by accident she started apologizing, saying, she didn’t want to this happen. But all of her words were lies. All of her words concealed within themselves tears, what she couldn’t dry anymore.

       She didn’t want to be “just friends”, staying just friends wouldn't please her, all of her words were love, what she can’t confess. All the goodbyes, all the “See you tomorrow”, this all made her hoping one day in answer she would hear “Goodbye, I love you”. Of course, she was so wrong and so naive, but she want to be so wrong and so naive, this was the only hope she has left. Sky refused to accept her tears anymore, the evening words sparkled with lonely regret, oh God, she couldn’t bear this feeling. Kyoko will never can hear her thoughts, but if only… If only…

      “I can’t take this anymore” escaped from her lips, when she started running to place in town near Mitakihara, only to see that person she wanted to see the most. “I’m sorry, I love you.”

–––

     Grief Seed bloomed at the sky above dying Kyoko, making her sure it’s the end. Her life lantern disappeared and even those regretful words didn’t want to cover her heart. She can’t just go back, she can’t go to home and forget about everything. All that is left are tears she can’t dry, the whole world around her turned upside down. Nothing left to her, but…

      “W-Wait, please, no!” the gentle and as if from a distance voice what she knew perfectly well started screaming, but she can’t open her eyes, covered with shedding tears. “Sakura-san, don’t say you…!”

      This still was the end, no matter how she didn’t want to die in that moment.

      The curtain finally fell.

      ”Sorry and hey, I loved you so much” was her only answer, until world ended to her.

[kpophours]

One Love || part II

➵ SF9: Youngbin x fem. reader / series, werewolf AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing, slight mentions of alcohol

➵ word count: 2.6k

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Youngbin stood in the middle of his office, blood rushing to his head. He was shaking, heart beating way too fast and breath coming out in shallow, quick huffs.

He had just met his mate. 

You were his mate. 

His knees buckled and he had to lean against the wall behind him for support. 

He had just met his mate for the first time and like a complete idiot, he had run away from you. 

But he'd simply been unable to cope in that moment - he never would have thought that he’d ever meet his mate, never would have dreamed of meeting you here, in his shop... Inseong had said you smelled different to him, but that you definitely wasn't his mate - well, the slightly older man had been right, you smelled differently to wolves, because you were his, Youngbin’s mate.

He took in a shaky breath and let out a small, humorless laugh.

Inseong’s scientific assistant was his mate. Of course his and Inseong’s lives had to be intertwined even more. That was just his luck - the relationship he had with the slightly older man was rocky to say the least, thanks to their past. But they had finally begun to work together again these last few months, sharing the burden of being oldest of their pack and having to care for the younger wolves. He knew Inseong wouldn't be happy about yet another person - which whom he had to spend a lot of time with - being "seized" by Youngbin. First his beloved cousin, now his scientific assistant - who Inseong liked, that much was obvious, even though he had been working with you for only two days so far. He had been practically gushing about you yesterday!

"What a mess.", Youngbin murmured and closed his eyes, taking another deep breath to calm himself. 

"Hey... Uhm, are you okay?" your soft voice suddenly asked from beside him, making him jump. He opened his eyes, blinking down at you.

God, you were beautiful. 

He just wanted to bury his nose in the soft waves of your hair. 

You just... smelled so good, how was he ever supposed to concentrate around you? 

And your eyes... those eyes! 

He stared at you in wonder. 

"Uhm… Mr. Kim?" You sounded nervous and drew your eyebrows together, "Are you okay? You look a bit pale." 

"Youngbin. Please... just call me Youngbin.", he finally answered, trying to smile. Your face immediately softened and you returned his smile. You were even more radiant than before and he gulped. "Uh, Hwi is looking at your car right now, I hope?" 

You nodded. "He is indeed - he said I could wait in the office and that you would make some coffee or tea." Now, you full on grinned, "So, I thought I should take you up on his offer." 

Youngbin rolled his eyes, but his bright grin betrayed his real emotions. 

He is even more handsome when he smiles, you thought to yourself, trying to ignore your fast beating heart. 

"Well, I guess I’ll have to show you my hospitality now, won't I? We don't want you to be disappointed.", Youngbin joked and you nodded grimly, though your eyes were sparkling with hidden humor. Youngbin gestured towards one of the chairs inside the office, before turning towards the coffee machine. "Espresso, Latte Macchiato, Cappuccino?", he asked, face turned away from you. He was still trying to get his facial expressions in order as he didn't think it would be wise to show you his apparent wonder and admiration - that would surely just scare you away. 

"Cappuccino please." Your voice... he could listen to your voice for forever. 

"So... you're Inseong’s new scientific assistant, I heard?" God, he was truly horrible at small talk. 

"I am indeed." You sounded amused. When he turned around again, the two cups of freshly made coffee in his hands, you had crossed your legs and were observing him with a watchful expression on your face. He felt a bit helpless - something not often accomplished as he was an alpha and therefore a born leader. 

"Thank you.", you said when he placed one of the mugs in front of you, taking a seat behind his desk - the table providing a much appreciated barrier between you two.

"So, what's it like to work with Inseong?" 

"Well, I've only had the pleasure of working with him for two days so far - but he is very kind and I'm sure we’ll get along just perfectly. You have known him for a long time, right?", you asked and raised the cup to you lips, gently blowing on the hot beverage, before taking a careful sip. 

"Yes. One could even say we grew up together - so we share a lot of history.", Youngbin answered, voice rather tight. 

"You don't sound too pleased about that." 

"He's like family to me. But as so often, one doesn't always see eye to eye in a family." 

"You argue, you mean." 

Youngbin smiled, humorless. "Some would probably say too much." 

You sighed. "It's the same with me and my brother.", you confessed, "We are very different people - and whenever we see each other, we begin to argue." Youngbin took a sip of coffee as well, before asking: "About what?" 

"Oh, you know..." You lazily waved one hand, shrugging, "About this and that. Sometimes about stupid, unimportant stuff, but mostly about his perception of the world or how it should be - at least in his eyes... let's just say, he's not very open-minded." 

"Other than you?" 

"I would like to think so, yes. What about you, would you consider yourself to be an open-minded person, Youngbin?" You fixated him with glinting eyes, the corners of your lip curling into a slight smile.

It was the first time you said his name - and he wanted you to repeat it over and over again, never before had his name sounded so beautifully. "I would like to think so, yes. But there are boundaries to my tolerance." 

At this, you nodded thoughtfully. "That's not a bad thing per se. It depends on what you tolerate or don't - everything should be within reason." 

"We see eye to eye, then." 

You smiled at him and he swore, his heart stopped for a few seconds. 

You talked about this and that for the next half an hour and time simply flew by - way too soon, Hwiyoung entered the office, telling you about finishing the check up on your car. "There's a minor damage concerning the steering mechanism, but it's not too bad. You can make another appointment to have it fixed next week. Other than that, you're good to go.", the young man explained, wiping his grimy hands on an even grimier towel. You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, you had me scared for a second. Can I make that appointment now?" 

Hwiyoung looked at Youngbin, who nodded. "Of course." With that, he opened his MacBook and clicked on his calendar. "What time and day suits you best?", he asked, trying not to look at you with too much admiration in his eyes - just so Hwiyoung wouldn't notice anything being amiss with his alpha.

"Uh, well... to be honest, I'm free most of the time. I have to work Monday till Friday from 9 to 6 or 6.30pm latest, but that's about it..." You smiled, a tad embarrassed, "I don't really know anyone around town just yet - well, except for Inseong of course - so I don't have any plans next week. What day would suit you guys the best?" 

Youngbin thought about it for a second. "What about next Tuesday, 7pm?" 

"But you'll be alone at that time!", Hwiyoung immediately protested, but Youngbin just shrugged. "I don't have any other appointment that day and I think I can repair the damage on my own." He looked at you and you nodded in confirmation: "Tuesday, 7pm it is, then."

"Perfect. See you on Tuesday.", Youngbin tried to sound nonchalantly, which earned him another smile from you. 

He would never get used to your beautiful smile - not in a thousand years. 

"Thank you for having a look at my car, Hwiyoung. See you guys!" With that, you waved at them, took your car keys from Hwiyoung and left the office - not before giving one last look and smile to Youngbin, who couldn't help but softly smile back at you. 

When you were gone, Hwiyoung turned around to look at his alpha. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile this much in such a short amount of time.", he commented, raising an eyebrow suspiciously, "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine, don't get on my nerves.", Youngbin just grumbled, rolling his eyes and closing his MacBook again, "Let's pack things up and go home.“

The rest of Youngbin’s week was spent thinking about his mate way too often. He knew he should talk to the rest of the pack - or at least to Inseong - but he hadn’t been ready for that yet. He was still digesting that he had really, finally found his mate. 

“Youngbin!“ 

He looked up, surprise written all over his face. “What?“, he asked, gazing at the rest of the pack. “It’s your turn to draw out our new routes for running.“, Chani said, raising one eyebrow, “Where the hell are you with your thoughts? Is everything alright? You’ve been acting strange these last few days.“ 

Youngbin sighed deeply and rubbed his face, tiredness washing over him. He should really try to concentrate, the youngest pack member was right. “Yes, sorry. I’m just... tired, that’s all. I’ll tell you guys about your new routes tonight, I promise.“ With that, he abruptly stood up and left the living room - leaving the rest of the pack somewhat bewildered behind. 

“What’s up with him?“, Taeyang asked, confused, and looked at his older brothers. „I don’t know, but something’s up. He’s been acting very strange for a few days now.“, Hwiyoung murmured, drawing his eyebrows together and thinking hard, “I think it started on Tuesday?“ 

“Did something happen at the shop? Something out of the ordinary?“, Zuho inquired and Hwiyoung shook his head. “Not that I know of. We had a few cars to repair and late in the evening, Inseong’s new scientific assistant came by, but that was about it…“ 

“Y/N was at the shop?“, Rowoon asked, earning himself a few surprised looks. 

“Do you know her?“ 

He nodded. “Yeah, Inseong introduced me yesterday. I like her, she’s really nice!“ 

“Huh... Well, I think she should come over sometime soon, so that we all get to finally meet her.“, Jaeyoon suggested, sounding a bit jealous. Dawon nodded. “Yes, especially as she’s going to be around Inseong so often - it’s only logical.“ 

Taeyang frowned at his older brothers. “Not really. It’s not as if both will be hanging around each other all the time during their free time.“, he tried to reason, but the other two just threw him dirty looks.

Meanwhile, Youngbin listened in on their conversation, hiding on top of the staircase. 

So, the others had noticed he was behaving a bit more strange after all. 

Damn it. 

He definitely had to do better in the future - or at least until he had decided what to do about his mate.

The rest of your week passed in a blur - you got some stuff for your apartment, finally unpacked the last boxes, went out for drinks with Inseong and spent a relaxed weekend at home with a Lord of the Rings marathon and a bottle of your favorite red wine. 

You felt very content and relaxed when you entered the office on Monday morning, but to your surprise, Inseong was nowhere to be found. Instead, a handsome stranger sat in his chair, fiddling his thumbs and seemingly waiting for him as well.

“Uh… Good morning.“, you said, raising both eyebrows, „Not to be rude - but who are you and what are you doing in my office?“ 

A dimpled smile lit up the stranger’s face and he immediately jumped up from the chair, walking around Inseong’s desk. He was tall and broad, with brown wavy hair and large, dark eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry! I was just waiting for Inseong, because I have to ask him something personal. You must be Y/N, his new scientific assistant, right?“ 

You nodded, shaking his offered hand. “And you are…?“ 

“Oh, sorry!“ His laugh was infectious. “I’m Jaeyoon, I’m part of the same pac- uh, we’re roommates!“, he finally explained, scratching his head and smiling down at you. 

“Ahh, right! He told me about his living conditions - you’re nine in total, right? Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jaeyoon.“, you smiled back at him, “But I have to say - I can’t help you. I actually thought Inseong would be here by now. He’s never been late so far.“ You frowned, gnawing on your lower lip. “I hope nothing has happened to him...“

“To whom? To me?“, an amused voice behind you suddenly asked and you whirled around. And there, just stepping through the door and into the office, was no other than your missing boss - two cups of steaming hot coffee in his hands. “I’m late one time and you immediately think something must have happened to me. I don't know if I should be flattered or offended.“ With that, he grinned at you and handed you one of the cups. “Hi Jaeyoon. What are you doing here?“, he then asked the other man, raising both eyebrows in a questioning manner. 

“Oh, I… uh, actually forgot.“ Jaeyoon frowned, thinking hard. “I wanted to ask you something, but it must have slipped my mind… I’ll just text you later if I can think of it again. See you! Bye Y/N - it was nice meeting you.“ He quickly smiled at you before hurrying out of the office. 

“Well, he seems nice.“, you said, before taking your place behind the desk. 

“Mostly… But he’s one half of the chaos line, so he can be quite… challenging at times.“, Inseong agreed, seating himself behind his desk as well. 

“The chaos line?“, you asked, confused, and Inseong laughed. “That’s what I call him and another one of my broth- uh, roommates, Dawon. They can be quite a handful - very mischievously, especially together.“ 

“Sounds exhausting.“ 

“Well, they can be. But they’re also real moodmakers. You’ll probably meet Dawon soon enough, if I know him at all. And to be quite honest, I think that was Jaeyoon’s plan all along as well - I don’t think he wanted to see me, but to finally see you.“ 

You laughed at that and shook your head. “Cheeky.“ 

“Oh, he is. But come to speak of it... Would you want to come over for dinner some time this week? Then you’ll finally meet my whole pac- I mean, my whole family.“, Inseong looked quite nervous upon asking you, which made you smile. He truly was just such a sweet guy.

“Oh, I would love that - I can make dessert, if you like!“ 

Inseong clapped his hand together, excitement written all over his face. “Oh, that’ll make Rowoon very happy - he loves cooking, but he’s not that much into making desserts. I’ll ask the others which day suits them best and confirm with you again?“, he said, obviously pleased with your response. 

“That sounds perfect, thank you.“, you agreed and returned his smile.

With that, you both finally began to concentrate on your work for the day.

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[fangirltrash18]

Hi 😁 for a request for Jason you both act and you meet him at the premiere for Aquaman you just get to talk briefly but you definitely made an impression on him. You both meet again a couple weeks later and become friends but you both feel more but you feel he wouldn't feel the same back because your 12 years younger and more like a nerd and stuff and feel he can do way better but he says he loves and wants you,so like fluffy and maybe some smut if you want thanks:)

I hope you like it! Feel totally free to request any ideas you have and want me to write! I’m at a total loss for ideas and I could really use some inspiration.

Tags- @tomhollandsmouthfr0g

Rating- T

Warnings- none really

You sipped on your drink, already bored and ready to start watching the premiere of Aquaman. Your best friend Amber, who had starred at Mera in the movie, had invited you to the premiere. You obviously had accepted and wanted to support your friend like she had done you every time you had a premiere.

Unfortunately, you had lost her in the sea of people and ended up alone at the bar.

“Could I get a martini? Extra dirty please.” A man’s deep voice spoke next to you. You looked over and did a double take. Jason Momoa was standing only a foot away from you. He looked over at you and smiled. “Hi.” He said and smiled.

“Hey.” You straightened up a bit and flipped your hair over your shoulder.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N, right? From The Walking Dead?” He asked and turned his body towards you. You nodded and sipped your drink.

“You watch?” You asked, baffled by the fact that he knew what show you were in.

“Hell yeah I watch!” He exclaimed. You laughed and held out your hand.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you. Jason.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought it up to kiss your knuckles. “Oh what a gentleman.” You chuckled.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He said and released your hand. You couldn’t help but feel flustered at the way he smiled at you. At that moment the lights began to turn off and on.

“Looks like it’s time to go in.” You said and stood from the bar stool you were seated on. Jason nodded and grabbed his drink, taking a long sip before setting it back down.

“Yup, I’d better go meet up with the cast. It was so nice to meet you Y/N.” He said and gave you a wave. You nodded in agreement and smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you too Jason.” He sent you one more smile and a wave before turning and walking to where he was needed. Even though you only got a moment to talk with him, you already felt like you needed him in your life.

It had been a couple months after the premiere where you met Jason and you hadn’t seen him since. You thought about him quite a bit though and always hoped you’d run into him again.

You are currently at a small coffee shop in LA, reading a book that you had just gotten from the library across the street.  You were so engaged in the story that you didn’t notice the  presence across from you.  The person cleared their throat, causing you to look up and see the man that had occupied your thoughts for months on end.

“Jason!” You exclaimed and marked your page. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s okay, you looked pretty into your book.” He chuckled and pointed to the think hardback resting on the table.

“Yeah I just started it. You want to sit?” You asked and motioned to the chair in front of you.

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt your reading.” He said. You shook your head and pushed the chair out with your foot.

“No please, sit.”

“If you insist.”  He smiled and pulled out the chair more to sit down.

“So, how’s life been treating you?” You asked, trying to start a conversation. He chuckled and shrugged.

“It’s been ok. It’s treating me pretty good right now.” He smirked at you and you felt yourself blush.

“Well that’s very good, I’m glad.” You said and took a sip of your drink.

“Yup.” He drummed his fingers against the wood of the table as an awkward silence fell over you.

“So..” You said, feeling like an idiot in front of him. Little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

“How’s um, how’s your show going?” He asked.

“Really good, actually. You still watch?”

“Ohh yeah I do! I wouldn’t miss an episode for the damn world.” He laughed and felt himself relax a little.

“Wow, who would have thought the Jason Momoa would like a show I’m in?” You chuckled.

“Are you kidding? That show is awesome. Who wouldn’t like it?” He exclaimed.

You laughed at the dork in front of you and felt the awkwardness slip away.

The two of you talked for hours but it only felt like minutes. The conversation never dying, but just transitioning from one topic to the next. You felt so comfortable talking with him and ended up telling him some never before told stories of your embarrassing childhood as well as some personal stuff you’d told only your closest friends and family about.

Just like you opened up to him, he opened up to you. You both formed a connection that got stronger and stronger with each word spoken. It wasn’t until you looked out at the dark sky that you realized just how long the two of you had been in the coffee shop.

“Oh my god! It’s already dark outside?” You gasped and looked at your phone for the first time in hours to see the time. 8:33. “We’ve literally been sitting here for five hours.” You said mouth agape.

“You’re kidding!” You shook your head and showed him your phone. “Damn.” He said and leaned back, running his fingers through his hair.

“I know.” You laughed. “Time really ran away from us.”

Jason didn’t say anything but just stared at you smiling. You looked behind you, seeing nobody there, you turned back around. His eyes were still glued on you and you suddenly felt self conscious.

“Do I have something on my face?” You asked and placed your fingers on the corner of your mouth. Jason shook his head and let out a chuckle.

“No, your just really pretty.” You felt yourself blush a deep shade of red.

“Thanks. So are you.” As soon as the words left your mouth you internally slapped yourself. “I mean, you’re not pretty, I mean you are but your like guy pretty?” You rambled and felt like a world class idiot.

Jason laughed and leaned closer. “Thanks.” Since the table wasn’t that big, Jason’s face was only inches away from yours. “Can I confess something?” He asked. You nodded, the blush still burning away at your cheeks.

“Y-yeah.” You stuttered.

He looked down for a second then back up at you. “I like you. Like, really like you.” He said, all of a sudden nervous. You swallowed thickly and cleared your throat.

“I really like you too.” You said while staring into his eyes. He smiled and blushed himself.

“Well that will make what I’m about to ask way easier.” He smiled. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you waited for what he was going to say. “Would you, Miss. Y/N Y/L/N, like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

You smiled and giggled. “I’d love to, Mr. Jason Momoa.” He smiles the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

“Really?!” He asked.

“Yeah, why not?” You chuckled and but your lower lip. Jason was so happy he leaned back and threw his arms up in success. You laughed at his action and smiled at him.

He leaned back on the table, his face close to your again. “Would you be mad if I kissed you?” He asked, almost in a whisper.

“Not at all.” You said and leaned in yourself.

Your lips meshed together in a slow, sweet kiss. You cherished the feeling of the feeling of his lips against yours. It was one of those kisses that took you to another place altogether. One that made everything disappear and a sense of warmth and belonging rush through your body. His calloused hand rested on your soft cheek, making you feel safe and wanted.

When you both pulled away, smiled plastered on your faces. You both felt like you had found your soulmate.

[macsterpiece]

Trauma.

*Tears form my eyes as i begin to type*

To lose something, that was once yours... no longer to be yours... and must be forgotten.

Tears... form before me, as I write to you, on behalf of what actually broke me.

It all started with a friendship, something that I was most certain of that would never be started. Phone calls, hangouts, texting, skyping, facetiming, all of the ABOVE.

I would look out for this specific person.. as if he were my brother. A brother so kind and so sweet, someone so funny and so unique.. It started back to when we were younger. You had your first kiss in the secret stairwells and I was just a watchdog. Someone to look after you as my own, and to forever protect you, because of how I wore my heart, letting you in forever and always.

My heart, as we grew close, I knew, deep inside, you felt some way about me... but I always kept my friends happy, regardless of how they felt about me. I would be your beck and call, sometimes... you're one and only. Sometimes our secrets were meant for us only. Keeping them far away in a chest, that you wanted to keep down in the sea, beyond the other creatures. Something so sacred.. that I would hold the key forever.

Sometimes.. grew into always... and sometimes... would grow into never. Never happy endings, regardless of how god damn happy I would always be to be by your side.

*Pause*

*Deep in my thoughts*

Do you know what it is like.. to experience a life, beyond the one youre living, and to realize you... YOU.. are so loved.

*Back on track*

YOU. were what it was like to love beyond my lovings. I began my first love, because you overwhelmed my heart with feelings... that I was NOT ready for. So I left. and I am the bad guy. I admit my faults, for I did not love you....

All the times that you would text. would call. would follow me class to class. would talk to me alone. I would not at THAT time... truly appreciate you.. because I was so wrapped around the idea of me... and ME only. that i was selfish.

*Im rambling and im dumb*

But I need to continue.. because our story is the most memorable piece of my life. that has been CONSISTENT.. and something that everyone knows... has not left us. well... me.

*Get to the god damn point Macayla.*

Listen, It started back in my junior year of highschool. I was SO happy for you, to actually talk to someone, who MIGHT be good for you. I persuaded you, i told you over and over how good it was for you. BLINDED... by myself.

And as you progressed in relationships. I will never forget the day at lunch when your "girl" walked away and you confessed that it was me, just me... that you wanted.

*shakes my head in denial and tears*

It was me.

*Wipes tears*

To.. my BEST friend. the one i told everything to.

It is my fault.

*Rewind to Senior Year of Highschool*

My best friend... YOU. The one who had all the powers and all the might to make my rainy days into the sunniest. I was dumb to believe that "love" came before meeting you. To love someone, was like loving you for everything that I have ever known.

I was wrong. There. I said it. Loving them, was not like the love you OPENLY gave to me 24/7. I would call you, answer. I would text, answer. YOU would call me... and as I checked the time passed midnight.. I would answer. Because longingly, your voice was a huge source of my self being, and happiness.

I dont know why... I never gave you that chance. But i do know that senior year a huge heartbreak entered my life... and out of anyone... I came... to you.

*Silent*.....

I remember sitting in the Hub as I just texted you.. for ADVICE. On my latest breakup. "get over it" was all the things you could say to me.

*Getting over him. and you. because you were careless

I wanted to give you that chance, but everytime was a failure. We failed eachother.

I met someone, quickly after, since you were not there to pick up my piececs. And at times I truly blame myself for not waiting, but I could not wait to be loved because I was not ready to love myself alone. And thats what you had wanted, so you could sweep me off my feet once again.

But there my ex was, there and scared, and I was attracted by his secrecy. I had fallen for someone else, because I was scared of being by MYSELF. There. that's the truth.

*Truth..*

January of 2018, I fell for my "friend".. actually, my "best friend". He sent me this message over snapchat.. and I can recall the argument.

*Flashback*

I was crying, I had stepped outside on the balcony of my ex boyfriends, and the "guy" I Loved... was just feeding me lies. while you.. oh you.. reached out in these words so powerful that I just had to ignore them. Telling me of how you felt, what you wanted.. and I just SLAMMED the door. Because friends are forever friends.

*Flashforward*

I would earn for the days when I would see you. You would know youd see me and I would see you, and your power was growing in the most negative and addictive way.. but it was all because of me... you said.

Your addiction, your behavior.. it was not me. it was too far beyond my control.

An addict would never leave what broke him, and my love. that is why im writing.

*Gets emotional*

I remember the night my ex did not want to drink with me on Saint Patricks Day, as your lover was dancing and kissing someone else. I remember the night we talked outside, it was so cold, but I kept my warmth, because the smile on my face.. was warm enough to make the conversation last forever.

*Our first time*

I wish you knew.. what our first time meant to me. I would hear your name, smile. I would talk such great things, smile. Thinking of YOU... smile. always... a smile.

But you left. I had always confessed my deepest feelings, longings, wantings... and you took everything. and ran.

*Fuck this sucks and I dont want to cry but its happening*

..... I ..... wanted you. From the time you opened up, to the time you told me you would leave anyone for me. I wanted you from the beginning.. until tonight. It was ALWAYS you.

Im... so... dumb...

I truly should have known, you're the one thing my mind always runs back to. always writes about. always feels for. and you.... you left me.

*.......*

*Tears and a deep breath*

To my love. I am the radiant sun that shines across the room. But this sun only shines on someone like you. You fill my mind and my body, my thoughts, sometimes.. when I see you somewhere.. All I can truly think about is you.

*Long pause*

And now. Youre gone. You said the words, not me.. for once. You knew I was angry at your choices after invading my body, and you still chose someone.. who never truly wanted you.

Tonight was a reality call, even though you wouldn't look in my eyes.. and I BEGGED you not to say or do this...

But you... chose.....

HER.

****...........*******

*my mind recap*

As I was saying goodbye to my friends, I still incorporated you. And you just pushed me aside telling me goodbye, that I can leave because she was the one who was there for you. When you started all YOUR BAD BECAUSE I WASNT THERE.

Your addiction, your obsession over the drugs, became your love to hide from me.

But to go back after so much good that I saw in you...

to tell me she was THE ONLY ONE, that all you wanted was SEX FROM ME.

I just couldnt stop the tears this time.

After how many times I saw you the last month or so..

After all the times you couldve said that to me.

but no, you told me all you wanted WAS SEX.

I truly hope... you felt nothing.

Because now..

*CRIES*

I loved you.

To love someone with everyone you have left possibly to give.. scared of anyone else. You finally have broken the very last piece of me.

All the trust... the compassion, the love, the humor, the tears, the jokes, the friendship... you FEEL.... NOTHING.

Silly.... me.... once..... again....

Now I know where I stand in your life.

......

Never again.

[stormsbourne]

hi! i keep seeing you reblog stuff about women and fic and i just want to say: i was that 14 year old girl who read gay fic and swore up and fucking down i was as straight as they come because i was fucking TERRIFIED like i dreamt about kissing a girl once and i basically refused to sleep because if i didn't sleep i wouldn't think about kissing girls and i'd still be normal. fanfiction literally helped me come to terms with myself and i'm pretty sure i'd still be in denial if i'd never found it

Oh anon, let me tell you, I was that 14 year old girl too. Though I was … haha, I had a longer way to go.

I used to be the most homophobic, vile little piece of shit. I’d make posts on fanficrants (once I got a livejournal, which was, uh, when I was 17-18) about how characters weren’t GAY what was WRONG with fangirls? I’d complain to my friends about how not everything had to be gay. I would watch shows (mostly anime) as a teenager and muse about how I didn’t GET why people made the stuff between Male Character 1 and Male Character 2 gay. 

And yet.

The first completed original piece of fiction I wrote, which I finished when I was 16, was incredibly fucking gay – I still have it, all 236 handwritten pages of it, and good lord. None of the characters in it act even remotely straight. I had an assignment as a 12 year old in art class to design a cartoon character and I basically designed an incredibly butch lizard. Pitching it to myself as “trying to understand why people ship gay stuff,” I wrote an uncompleted piece of original fiction (before the first completed one) that just involved literally everybody being gay. My mother and I had a small tiff about it without talking directly about it, just her saying she knew the sort of stuff I wrote in my spare time. My gayness was always there. I just didn’t know it.

By the time I was 17 I was aware that maybe I wasn’t really … completely … straight, but as a deep-set Mormon in the middle of “the Mormon corridor” (Idaho, Utah, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada) I shoved it out of my mind and tried not to think about it, until my first girlfriend confessed to me once during a sleepover and I confessed back. 

A lot of my self discovery process at that time was through fanfic. I’d been really noisy and annoying about how much I didn’t ship one (canon-intended) gay ship in my fandom of the time, Fire Emblem, and I wrote a 2000-ish word piece about that ship just using it to explore my own sexuality, my conflicted feelings about it. The deeper I dug into fandom to try and work out my feelings, the more comfortable with myself I became. It didn’t matter if it was m/m or f/f. I tinkered with both. I realized that I’d always kind of shipped Rei/Usagi from Sailor Moon, and just sold it to myself as caring a lot about their friendship. My first girlfriend and I, long before we confessed to each other, had shyly admitted we were both sort of interested in Kurama/Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho. I ran a fanfic competition (back when those were a thing) in one of my main fandoms and the winning fic made me cry with feelings I hadn’t understood at the time, but did now. 

I’m never going to buy into the purity discourse about what women – straight, gay, bi, whatever – should or shouldn’t ship, what characters are “healthy” for them to identify with, what fiction they are or aren’t supposed to consume, because in those years of my life, fandom was my only outlet. I still remember being 19 and making a terrified post on my livejournal about being bi (which I thought I was, at the time). How unhappy and uncomfortable I was with myself. How for years I told myself I hadn’t really loved my first girlfriend and, for a long time, even refused to call her my first girlfriend or my ex. How fandom is where I found other women like me, writing gay stuff like the stuff I was getting more and more interested in. Fiction is an important tool to help us discover ourselves. That doesn’t end when you get to fanfiction just because it’s based on already-existing work. (If anything, doesn’t that make it even more of a tool to discover ourselves?) 

So yeah. I’ve been there. And because I’ve been there and it was what made me discover who I was, I’m always going to support women getting to have that same experience. I often think of myself as a late bloomer in terms of my gayness, but the fact is there are people discovering themselves out there every moment of every day. Some younger than me. Some older than me. And they should all have that chance.