#yes her bangs are glued to her forehead to stay this way

[nahdrawings]

She’s an acrobat but she could be a clown at this point

[j-a-nuary]

Crybaby

Changbin tries to stay professional when one of his personal training clients starts crying.

Warnings/etc: 3.7k | Crossing professional boundaries, dacryphilia (crying kink), ya girl is thicc and knows what she wants 👌 (still has moments of self-consciousness though), she calls him Mr. Seo for most of the this, Changbin is basically that "I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me" meme, there's all your general foreplay (fingering, oral, all sorts of rubbing) and PIV y'all [MDNI/NSFW OBVI], sorta public sex (the gym is closed).

Tagging @rapline-heaux because without our conversations this wouldn't have happened.

"Wait wait wait," he raised his hands to grab the bar in her hands, "don't hurt yourself."

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He hadn't meant to make her cry. Honest. He was just trying to encourage her to keep going, and may have gotten a little… loud.

She shook her head, tears still running down her cheeks, protesting ardently.

"No," she hiccuped, "I can take it."

Changbin wasn't sure exactly what did it, but he backed away immediately. To her, he probably seemed to be letting her do her reps. In reality, he was panicking.

Taking deep breaths, he tried to will the growing hardness between his legs to go away.

I'm a professional. I'm a professional. I am a fucking professional. I am not going to think about tying her to the squat rack… fuck!

"Okay," he grasped at straws, "I think you've earned a break. Go get yourself some water."

She retreated into the locker room, saying something about forgetting her water bottle in there. Changbin nodded, not absorbing her words. He was too busy trying not to think about the wet streaks on her skin, or the way her face had strained as she worked.

He made a beeline for the front desk.

"Hyung," he huffed out as he flopped onto the waist high surface.

"Yes?" Chan absently asked, staring at the computer screen in front of him as he chewed on his ID badge.

"Hyuuuuuunnnnggggg…" Changbin whined, bumping his forehead against the countertop.

"What?" Chan dropped the badge from his mouth, lanyard jingling with the motion, "what happened?"

"Have you…" Changbin lifted his head and looked around secretively before starting again. "I'm hard. At work."

Chan laughed. Of course he did. What else was he supposed to do?

"Okay, and?"

"And my session has twenty minutes left!" Changbin stood up. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Well…" Chan's eyes remained glued go the computer screen, despite his best friend currently going through it next to him, "what caused it?"

"I was encouraging her to do one more rep…"

Chan hummed, nodding slightly to indicate that he was listening.

"And she started crying."

Finally, FINALLY, Chan looked up from his computer.

"Say sike right now."

"Hyuuuuuunnnnggggg…" Changbin leaned forward, supporting himself on the counter with his arms and chest specifically so that he could kick his feet while whining.

"That's a Minho conversation," Chan shook his head, returning his focus to his monitor, "I don't cover kink discoveries."

Huffing dramatically, Changbin laid his head against the countertop once more. He remained silent, trying to think of anything but what had happened, until a voice interrupted.

"Mr. Seo?"

He stood and turned, thankful that enough time had passed for the most pressing of his issues to fade. He fixed his customer service smile in place.

"Ready to finish up?"

She smiled at him. He couldn't help but notice that she had washed her face. The skin looked slightly raw, like she had rubbed it vigorously.

"Yes sir. I'm ready to follow orders!"

Changbin felt a prickle of satisfaction at the conspicuous pause in keyboard taps coming from the direction of one Bang Chan.

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"I'm kind of a crybaby anyway," she sniffled, wiping her eyes as she rested against the assisted pull-up stand, "don't let it stop you."

He wasn't hard again. He was not. Not completely anyway.

"Good to know," he managed to sound relatively normal, "but if you're in pain or something, make sure you let me know."

"How else am I going to get rid of this?" She slapped a hand against her thigh, sending a jiggle that Changbin desperately tried to ignore through it.

"Besides, some pain is good."

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Changbin stood in the mostly dark facility, going down the closing checklist. Locker rooms had been cleaned, machines had been wiped down, the mopping was done… it was all blurred together but he was pretty sure all he had left to do was restock the fridge and make sure he locked up after himself when he left.

He fetched a crate of impractically sugar packed "sports drinks" and water from the storage closet and settled next to the cooler. Halfway through the strawberry banana blast, he heard a rapid knocking on the glass doors.

Hauling himself up just slightly, he peeked over the counter.

She was peering through the glass, tears once again streaming down her face. She seemed desperate to get back in.

Swiping his keys off the counter, Changbin approached the doors. Her expression brightened, but the tears kept coming. He unlocked the door and pulled it just slightly open.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I'm so sorry! I left my phone in the locker room. Can I please just go grab it?"

He considered this. Obviously, customers weren't allowed inside after hours… but what was the harm, really? He was certain that if she tried anything sketchy he could easily enough physically remove her from the premises.

"Uh, yeah," he stepped back, widening the opening of the door to let her in.

"Thank you so much!" She edged past him.

He tried not to be too aware of the way her body brushed against his as she moved. He quickly busied himself with relocking the door.

"You don't mind, right?" He didn't even know if she was still nearby, but it felt like the right thing to say. "They're supposed to stay locked after hours."

"No problem. Uh…"

Her voice trailed off when he turned to look at her.

"I'll stay up front while you look," he offered, trying to make it clear that he was not a threat.

"Actually," she fidgeted with the hem of her sweatshirt, "could you help me look? This place is kind of creepy when it's empty."

"Oh, uh… sure? That's fine."

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He wasn't staring at her ass. He wasn't. He absolutely was n-

Her ass jiggled as she let her heels drop back to the floor.

"Hey Changbin?"

He blinked, hoping she hadn't spotted him staring at her ass.

"Yeah?"

"Can you check the top shelf for me?"

Knowing full well that he also couldn't see the top shelf of the tall lockers, he crossed the room anyway.

She smiled at him, and just before he reached the open locker she turned into his space. Pointing to the only shelf in the only locker that was currently open, the curve of her ass pressed against the front of Changbin’s body.

"I usually put it right," she lifted onto her tiptoes, rubbing even more against his body, "here."

Changbin bit his lip, holding his breath and trying not to think about the angle of her hips against his.

I should move. I should step back. If I move she'll definitely see it though. I shou-

"You might need to get closer."

Against all sense, he followed the implied request of her words.

If the locker had been shut, she'd have been pressed tightly against it by now. As it was, she gripped on the edge of the tall shelf and rolled her hips backwards.

"Fuck," Changbin groaned, unable to keep himself from grinding against her this time.

"Is it too hard?"

"Fuck," he took a step back, stumbling his way to sit on the wooden bench that ran the length of the room, "I'm so sorry! Fuck that's… I shouldn't… that was totally out of l-"

He cut off in a choked groan.

She was lifting her sweatshirt. Pulling it upwards, uncovering just how tightly her leggings hugged the swell of her ass and dips in her hips.

"It's fine Changbin. You can touch me if you want."

He thought he might snap the bench with how tightly he was gripping the wood at his sides. Clearing his throat, he tested the waters.

"Do you… um… do you want me to touch you?"

She turned to face him, tugging the sweatshirt entirely off. He noted that her outfit was the same one she had worn earlier, while he had worked with her.

"Yes," her eyes seemed to shine as he watched her approach him. One of her knees slid onto the bench next to him.

"Don't you want to touch me Mr. Seo?"

That did something to his body that he'd probably have to do some googling about later on.

"I saw you get hard earlier."

"Fuck," he couldn't think straight, "I'm sorry. I jus-"

She leaned in, cutting him off by pressing her lips against his.

All doubt left his mind. Reaching forward, he grabbed at her waist, reveling in the way his hands sunk into her flesh. She made a surprised sound, which he countered with what he hoped was an appreciative groan.

"You were just so pretty," he mumbled against her lips. "So pretty when you cry for me."

She laughed. Good. He was relieved that she seemed okay with, well, everything at the moment.

Resituating his grip on her body, he grabbed, tilted, and slowly lifted as he stood up.

"Careful!" She quickly latched her arms behind his neck, clearly concerned about being dropped.

"I got you baby," he reassured her as he carried her to the low counter between rows of lockers. He supposed it was there for patrons to do their makeup, or hair, or something after showering at the gym. Or perhaps just to take progress pictures in the mirror.

For now, it would serve as Changbin’s personal dining table.

He placed her onto the counter and immediately started sliding his fingers into the waistband of her leggings.

"Can I take these off?" He managed to ask between short breaths and quick nips at her lips.

"Please," she pleaded, "take off whatever you want Cha-"

"Mr. Seo," he was definitely going to have to think about that later. "Same as when we're training."

She groaned and nodded, knitting her hands into his curls.

"Are you going to train me well, Mr. Seo?"

Oh fuck.

"Of course baby," he lowered his head and tugged at the strap of her tank top with his teeth, "I can make your body do things you never dreamed of."

"Please… please please please please…"

He stood up straighter and dug his fingers even further under the edge of her leggings. Gripping the fabric, he started pulling it down.

She hunched slightly, arms falling in front of herself. He didn't notice at first, so focused on getting rid of the stretchy cloth. Carefully he rolled it down, pausing to slip her shoes and socks off before fully removing the leggings. Letting himself land on his knees, he looked back up at her.

He spotted her posture immediately. Reaching up, he pulled her hands into his.

"Don't hide from me," he said as softly as he could, but to his ear it still sounded a little demanding, "I want to see all of you."

"Nngh," she made a complaining noise, "I'm fat."

"So?"

He stood, still gripping her hands in his. He noted the bright red flush of her face.

"So I…" She avoided his gaze, tears gathering in her eyes again, "I'm not… you know… sexy."

He couldn't help but laugh. It burst out of him like someone had forced it out of him.

"Baby don't be stupid," he pulled one of her hands down, pressing it against where he was uncomfortably hard in his shorts.

"Does this feel like you're not sexy?"

She bit her lip, eyes trailing downwards. She twisted her hand free of his and more firmly ran his fingers against him, gripping him as well as she could through the cloth.

"Fuck," Changbin groaned. He slumped forward, digging his face into the crook of her shoulder and just enjoyed the feeling for a minute.

"Am I doing well, Mr. Seo?"

"Doing so well," he huffed into her neck. "Want you so bad."

His hands started wandering. While one took up the duty of helping him steady and ground himself on the countertop, the other trailed over her body. He wanted to map out the entirety of her.

He slid his hand up her shirt, pausing to knead at her stomach for a moment while he just groaned into her ear again. Continuing onwards, he was delighted to find that her workout tank apparently provided enough support that she didn't need an additional sports bra.

"Fuck, baby," he paused, letting his thumb explore her nipple as he started kissing her jaw, "want this off too."

She made a breathy noise, and he felt her chest heave under his hand.

"You gonna take it off for me? Show me everything?"

"Cha-" she groaned as his fingers tightened around her nipple, "Mr. Seo!"

"Good girl," he moved to kiss her lips again, "I'm going to take this off now, okay?"

She nodded, and he could feel the wetness on her face where her cheek brushed against his own.

The elasticity of her top worked against him for a moment, making her laugh before taking matters into her own hands. Changbin's eyes were glued to the tracks that littered down her cheeks and along her chin, even as he took the opportunity to return his hands to her waist. What he found made him groan again, finally dropping his eyes to take a proper look.

"You workout like this? Or did you take them off before coming back here?"

"I like to be optimistic."

His brain went blank. She hadn't exactly answered the question, but he was choosing to take it as the former option. After blinking for a few seconds, he decided to trace his hand forward, over her thigh, between her legs.

"Hoping I'd notice?"

She hummed a positive note, biting her lip as his hand moved.

Her wetness was… abundant. He nearly lost track of where his fingers were since all he could feel was slicked up flesh.

"Lean back for me," he asked, "and spread your legs."

"What ar- fuck!"

He had dropped back to his knees and wrench her legs apart. His fingers sank into her thighs as he pressed forward to lick a wild line up the front of her.

"Mr. Se-eo…" the words shuddered out of her. It sounded like half a complaint, but the way her hands dug into his hair proved that he shouldn't move very far from where he was.

That was fine by him. Mouth wide, tongue out, he took his time to explore every fold, crease, and bump. Finding the spot, just slightly off center, that made her fingers pull so hard that his scalp stung, he finally let one hand free from a thigh. Extending two fingers, he barely brushed against her entrance.

"Mis… ter… Seo…"

He hummed against her, a questioning upwards tone.

"Pu… put th… please…"

He smiled against her, still refusing to move from his work. But he didn't want to tease too much. Slowly, he pushed his fingers forward.

It earned him a loud moan.

"Fuck," he spoke between abrupt licks, "sound… so pretty… for me."

"I'm gonna… fuck I'm gonna… gonna…"

He renewed his efforts, shaking his head slightly in his own excitement. It seemed to only add to it for her though, so he mimicked the motion.

He also quickened the pace of his fingers. He turned his fingers, exploring the reactions he could get from different angles. Finding something that made her emit a high pitched whine, he focused on that.

"Cum… gonna… fuck! Cumming!"

The first thing Changbin noticed was her thighs squeezing around his ears. The second was the texture of her slick somehow getting even smoother.

He kept going, softening his motions just marginally. After a few moments, her thighs loosened and he stood up.

"You," he kissed her, "taste," another kiss, "so good."

He almost missed it, thanks to the wetness already on his skin, but when he pulled back he could see clearly the tear stains on her face. His eyes trailed over the tracks, noting where the tears had hit her chest and trickled across her body.

"Mr. Seo," she panted, "please fuck me."

Changbin was suddenly aware of how very clothed he was. Nearly toppling over in haste, he stripped down until the only thing he still had on was his earrings.

He saw the way her eyes flowed over his body. The appreciative quirk of her eyebrows, the way she subconsciously wet her lips. He decided to show off, just a little bit.

Gripping his cock, he slowly pumped it. He didn't need much help in getting hard. He just couldn't help basking in the way her eyes focused, smirking at the whiny noise she made.

"You sure babygirl? Want me fuck you here?"

She nodded quickly, biting her lip.

"I've got an implant!" She blurted.

He tilted his head, not quite processing the words.

"It's… birth control," she shyly explained, "it's for medical stuff but… there's no… worry," she shut her eyes, trying to hide from the awkward, yet necessary, conversation.

Changbin took the opportunity to wedge himself between her legs.

"Look at me pretty."

She opened one eye, staring up at him.

"What a good girl you are," he spoke softly, slowly rubbing himself against her as he continued, "Right? Good pretty girl gonna let me fill her up?"

"Mhmm," she nodded piteously, fresh tears falling from her eyes, "please Mr. Seo."

He almost came like that, rutting against her cunt, watching her be reduced to tears at the thought of him fucking her.

But that would simply be a waste.

Changbin anchored one hand on her waist, gripping her tightly. With his other, he directed himself into her properly.

"Fuuuuck… Mr. Seo… fuck so good," her face slackened, satisfied at finally having him inside her.

Changbin was sure his own expression was much more tense. Taking shallow breaths through his nose, he prayed that he wouldn't bust the second he moved again.

After a second, he gave his hips an experimental thrust. The experiment being based on force.

"Mr. Seo!"

He groaned.

"Pretty baby," he was losing track of himself as he started up a rhythm, "so pretty for me… want me to fuck you hard? Want it soft? Talk to me pretty… tell me what you want."

She looped her hands around his neck, loosely holding him as she let herself lean against the mirror behind her.

"Harder Mr. Seo," she panted, "train me hard."

He let out a guttural moan, reaching up to do… something. He didn't really know what he was aiming for, but his fingers ended up in her mouth.

"Fuck… what a good girl. Pretty girl. Pretty baby gonna let me cum inside, huh? Gonna let me train this pussy to take my cum? Fuck, gonna fucking fill up my pretty baby."

She couldn't rightly respond, but she nodded. Fresh tears streamed down her face, which only motivated Changbin to go harder.

"Crying because of my cock? So perfect. Show me your pretty eyes baby, let me see how much you like having me inside you. Gonna cry for me more? Good girl. Come here."

He dragged his fingers from between her lips and pressed forward to kiss her. She made a muffled whining sound into his mouth. Changbin pecked her cheek before whispering in her ear.

"You okay?"

He felt her nod.

"Tell me."

"I'm good. Fuck, I'm so good."

"Good," he kissed her neck, "tell me if anything changes, yeah?"

"Yes."

"Good girl."

He leaned back again, the angle allowing him to put more power into his thrusts.

She twisted slightly, placing her arms across her body as she ran her nails over his skin.

He gave a particularly sharp thrust and moved his hands to grip her wrists. Putting them both into one hand, he pinned her arms up against the mirror.

"I told you not to hide from me."

She whined.

"I want to see all of that pretty body baby. Every fucking inch, okay?"

She nodded, but didn't say anything.

Changbin narrowed his eyes and let go of her wrists.

"If you try to cover yourself up again, I'll stop fucking you."

She groaned, annoyed, but nodded.

"Good girl, now…" he grabbed one of her hands and slid it between their bodies. "Show me how much you want me to fill you up. Give me those tears when you cum."

It didn't take long. She worked her fingers over herself, occasionally dipping down further to let her fingers straddle over his cock - giving him a bit of extra variation in texture and pressure. A fresh wave of tears started spilling down her face soon enough, and she started mumbling again.

"Gonna… fuck gon… gonna c…"

Changbin let himself relax, satisfied that he'd held back enough already. He felt her tighten around him, making him gasp slightly.

"Fuck! What a good girl for me. So good, so pretty for me… crying so pretty for me… cumming all over my cock… gonna fucking fill you up… gonna fu… uck!"

He came mostly to a standstill, leaning over her and giving tiny jerks of his hips as the last few spurts of his release pulsed through him.

A few moments later, once they were clean again (courtesy of the gym's showers), he recalled what had started this whole thing.

"We didn't find your phone."

"Oh," she seemed unphased, "let me see your phone. I'll call it."

He dug his phone out of his shorts' pocket and handed it over.

She tapped at the screen, and after a second a loud buzzing was heard.

Sporting a small smile, she pulled her phone out of the drawstring bag she had been carrying with her.

"Oh," she tilted her head at him, "would you look at that? Seems like I had it this whole time."

Changbin stared at her, unsure of how to process what had just happened. She laughed, handing his phone back to him.

"Anyway, I should probably get going so you can finish closing up."

"Uh… yeah…"

He saw her out, re-cleaned the women's locker room, and finished stocking the fridge.

After locking up, he was halfway to the bus stop when his phone's text alarm went off.

From: Crybaby

Hi Mr. Seo. I was just wondering when my next training session is scheduled?

[haik-choo]

karasuno boys as boyfriends

a/n: im just basically astral projecting myself into these situations; ALSO if you want more detailed ones, just ask, and you shall receive! (also this is my first post i’ve written on here! but if you want plenty of kpop content i’m @hyucksong where i’ve been writing and I am still active! :))

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[KARASUNO BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS HEADCANNONS]

-tsukishima, yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, daichi, and asahi

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tsukishima kei.

the type to look you straight in your eyes when you ask for a hug and say “no, who do you think i am, your boyfriend?”

runs his hands through your hair from the front and then when his hand reaches the back of your head he pulls you into him and kisses you either on the forehead or the lips <3

in order to be in a relationship with him you HAVE to have the same type of humor.

i don’t think he could date someone who doesn’t make fun of people with him

you guys are like best friends who make fun of each other and. make out a little every once in a while

he’ll hold your hand and hug you in public but he will NEVER do anything else, especially not in front of the boys

he thinks the blush that ignites on your kissable cheeks should be for his eyes only

he gave you a keychain that had a cute little strawberry shortcake on it. and it’s your most prized possession 

will shoot a glare at anyone who watches you too closely. like no. don’t get googly eyed over MY girlfriend. 

and you don’t have a problem with that ;) 

yamaguchi tadashi.

he likes to watch you when you’re not looking to pick out the little habits you do

he thinks that knowing someone’s little hardly noticeable habits is one of the most intimate things on mother earth

he knows that you stir the milk in the bowl three times before you pour the cereal in to check for chunks because you accidentally drank spoiled milk when you were younger

NEVER has an issue getting you a gift for any occasion. he ALWAYS knows what you’re looking at and what you want and you lowkey think he can read your mind but in reality he just pays attention <3

you’re either just as shy as him to bring out his more assertive side or more assertive than he is to bring out his more timid side -- both are good

kisses you on the forehead and holds your hand in public -- he loves PDA because he can show you off :’)

yes. he kisses the back of your nape in public. so what. 

YES. HE CLOSES HIS EYES WHEN HE DOES IT AND ACCIDENTALLY INHALES YOUR SCENT AND WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR THAT YOU SMELL GOOD. IDC IF YOU THINK THAT’S CREEPY. IT’S CUTE. YES. HE GIVES YOU THAT LOOK THAT SAYS HE’S CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO WHAT.

kageyama tobio.

he probably fell in love with you because you were just as passionate about something else as he is about volleyball; music, drawing, writing, math, science, reading -- whatever

i see this relationship as being one that’s like...accelerated friends. like,,, you act like him and hinata except you kiss sometimes and he can see you at the end of the wedding aisle

DEFINITELY reads cosmopolitans once you start dating because he wants to be a good boyfriend for you <3

PDA is literally little to NONe,,, not because he doesn’t like it...it’s just because he doesn’t realize that he’s not showing you affection lololol

like in one arm he has his athletic duffel bag and the other he has a volleyball

he doesn’t mean to neglect you he just does AGAGAG

realized he liked you when he thought about you when he was drinking his milk and mindlessly bought you one too

the first time y’all kissed. he literally stared at you so intensely for a SOLID ten minutes debating in his head whether or not he should just go for it or wait or just smash his face into yours and hope your lips connect

he chose to cross his fingers and ended up smashing his forehead and nose into yours 

it was cute tho <3

hinata shoyo.

YALL HAVE DATES WHERE YOU BABYSIT HIS SISTER. WTF SO CUTE

when yall cuddle and you’re the little spoon he likes to put his head on your shoulder/between your neck and watch as you scroll through tiktok or instagram and just mindlessly talk about his day 

the type of boyfriend where neither of you can cook and you both confusedly look at recipes on google like: ????? wtf is the difference between brown sugar and regular sugar

it’s his INSTINCT to hold your hand. no matter what. his hand just...gravitates to yous.

AND HIS LIPS JUST FIND YOUR CHEEK??? like it’s so natural to him to kiss your cheek when he sees you, even in public. it’s so adorable i--

THE TYPE OF GUY TO WIPE OFF FOOD FROM THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH AND STILL EAT IT AND SAY “you taste good!~” AND NOT EVEN REALIZE WHAT HE SAID. BUT WHEN YOU DO IT TO HIM HE BLOWS A FUSE

he loves to tickle you. like you’ll be vibing, drinking whatever you drink in the morning and he’ll come up to you all casually and kiss you cheek...and then he’ll pounce 

he holds you close to his chest when he tickles you, partally because he likes feeling your laugh vibrate on his chest, and partially because it’s easier to not get tickled if he’s right behind you

his sister LOVes you and it just. makes him so happy

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you CANNOT remove his hand from your ass. it is permanently glued there. it is attached to you. yes, even in public.

number 1 hypeman! he will always support you, no matter what! you could be in a competition to raise the biggest beetle and he’ll be there rooting you on and staying up late with you as you rear your award-winning beetle

you two lay next to each other on the couch/on his bed and he’ll have his arm around you and you’ll lay your head on his chest as you watch netflix shows

YOU, NISHINOYA, AND TANAKA? UNSTOPPABLE TRIO. POWER TRIPLET. 

i don’t imagine him being shy when he first kisses you; the first time he kissed you, you were literally just. existing and he literally just...couldn’t hold it in...and he just went for it

literally CATAPULTS himself into you and kisses you senseless

yes you and saeko are besties she gives you ALL the tea about young tanaka

the type to take off his shirt more during practice if you’re there watching, and literally BURN red if you mention anything about his muscles

you once traced a vein in his arm and commented on how hot it was and he literally short-circuited 

kiss his biceps. kiss his abs. kiss his cheek. please. it’s all he wants. he’s touch-starved

nishinoya yuu.

SUCH an excited boyfriend

like he seriously gets so hype doing ANYTHING with you pleaSE give this man an award. you’ll be at the amusement park and the line to get into a ride will be three hours and he’ll be like

“I get to spend three hours with you?!! fucking sick! absolutely radical!” 

he’s bold in public, but only because he wants to rub you in his teammates faces, but his ears will be Red

at home, he’s calmer :) he just loves to spend time with you, even if you’re sitting on a bench watching him practice receives for five hours straight in the blazing sun. 

he just treasures your time so much, you treats you like a precious gem -- he will NEVER treat you wrong. deadass has no problem admitting when he’s wrong -- but if he thinks he’s right then he WILL stand his ground

he’s a passionate man, who loves just as passionately.

his favorite time to kiss you is after you’ve taken a sip of a soda because he likes the taste of the syrup and the burn of the carbonation, but most of all because he likes the taste of your lips in combination with all of them

NIPS AT YOUR EAR. DEADASS JUST LOOKS AT YOU BRUSH A PIECE OF HAIR BACK WHEN YOU’RE DOING HOMEWORK AND IS LIKE “free real estate” AND C H O MPS

the day nishinoya told everyone yall were dating, kiyoko stopped you in the hallway and deadass got on her knees and thanked you LITERALLY she was like “i’ll buy you anything. give the word and it’ll be yours.” 

sugawara koushi.

would kiss you on the first date. deadass. he’ll just drop you off at your doorstep and you’re still high on adrenaline, and you’re lowkey hoping he’ll kiss you and you get  little disappointed when he doesn’t and then when you least expect it. bam. his lips on yours

his smell oh god, he literally smells like fresh sugar cookies. it’s like as soon as you get anywhere near him his smell just invades you nose and. you’re powerless. you just wanna hug him

never smells bad. try me, bitch. NEVER.

his hugs are literally god’s gifts. he loves hugging you. he just completely envelopes you with his pretty setter arms and his smell takes up all the space in your head and nothing else exists for that moment, just you two

loves tucking your hair behind your ears or just moving it out of your face; doing homework and your bangs are in the way? not for long because he’ll clip them up for you <3

he’s pretty mischievous and will playfully put his hand next to your head and lean down with such a HOT look in his eyes 

and he’ll say some shit like “i wanna devour you” and then he’ll laugh afterwards and give you a kiss on the forehead and you’re standing there. like -.- o.o -.- o.o

whenever he feels insecure about his position on the team, you’re always there to comfort him and he’ll just lay between your legs and rest his face on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair and scroll through tiktok

PDA? yes please. uh huh. mhmm. he doesn’t care who sees his love for you he just wants to love on you baby. kisses you on the lips, no problemo

daichi sawamura.

you and suga are the only ones who can scare him when yall are mad lol

boyfriend where you’ve dated for like a year but it feel like 50 have already passed. in a good way!

this relationship is so ungodly domestic. like from the first day it’s just pure comfort and he’s like your rock and you’re his anchor

you two bicker a lot but it’s lighthearted and you just feel so secure with him that poking fun at him and at yourself is just natural

daichi. gives. god. hugs. he does. it’s fact. 

his arms are just so big and he has so much body warmth and he probably smells like some bullshit cologne like “smoldering woods” and it’s just so. daichi

you two spend the night at each other’s house so often it’s like you already live with each other and people always forget that you don’t lolol

totally sleeps with his shirt off and only with underwear. isn’t awkward about it either;  when he wakes up he puts on sweats but still remains topless (not that you’re complaining)

you two are like. the strict parental couple, when you walk together whether it be down the street or in the hallways, you just look so right for each other it’s. mind blowing

doesn’t mind kissing you a little in public but really thinks that stuff should be for private; so normally he just kisses your temple and always has an arm either around your shoulder or around your waist

WHEN THE TEAM SEES YOU KISS ON THE LIPS THEY GO “EW” EVEN SUGA AND ASAHI AFIEFHEWIF

asahi azumane.

literal fucking teddy bear. god please cuddle him. please kith him. please comb through his hair with your fingers and kiss his nape and kiss the back of his head. please i beg of you.

did NOT ask you out first. he wrote love letter to you and then waiting behind the gym because he thought being near the volleyball gym would give him some luck and them you got in front of him and he was. deer in the headlights

needless to say you asked him out and kissed his cheek. he DIED

even once yall are comfortable in the relationship he still needs reassurance every once in a while because he’s a little insecure, not that you’ll leave him for someone else, but that he’s not good enough

his PDA skill are. subpar. he usually just holds your hand and that’s it, but sometimes kisses the corner of your eye or nose and you just combust

OH RIOGEH TOTALLY DOES BUTTERFLY AND BUNNY KISSES. YES GOD YESSSSS

when yall cuddle he doesn’t like spooning. he likes to be able to see your face and the expressions you make, so doesn’t like being the little or big spoon; yall face each other and just lets your head lay on his arm even tho it’s numb. im: soft

kisses are so sweet, slow, and hesitant. he doesn’t really kiss you often because he has terrible timing but...when he does it’s like the whole world just becomes still in that moment and nothing matters but his hands on your waist and yours in his hair 

[nikrangdan]

roommate!heeseung pt. 1

pairing: roommate!heeseung x female reader

genre: mini fic(?), fluff, comedy, tiny angst(one little sad part)

warnings: cursing!!! 

word count: 4.3k

description: i guess you just didnt realize you were in love with your roommate...... who has a girlfriend

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“ow!”

you had just hit heeseung over the head after he said he would burn all of your plushies

your Precious. Plushies

hell no you’ve been collecting these since you were 11 no way in hell heeseung would threaten ur babies

you rolled your eyes and started to walk to the kitchen to get a snack

stupid heeseung

hes always saying stupid shit🙄

before you walked out though you noticed the look on his face

like he was contemplating something

“y/n... can you do me a favor?” he nervously uttered out before you walked out his door

“....what kind..?” you furrowed your brows

why was he being so cryptic

“uhh i need you to get flowers and chocolates for me from stacys....”

STACYS?????????

stacys was this fancy store 45 MINUTES AWAY..

“ur fucking serious?” you deadpanned

this was something new

in all your 8 months of living with him he had never asked you of a favor this big

for context.., you had moved to this city apartment for college 8 months ago but you couldn’t afford it without a roommate

but luckily you overheard a certain boy praying for an apartment while you were on campus

and you guessed it!!! it was heeseung

you two clicked easily and you were very thankful he was your roommate

after 4 months of living together he told you he got a girlfriend

you didnt really know about his campus life since you didnt have classes together and you never saw him walking around

you dont know why you were surprised when he told you... i mean have u seem Him.....

but nonetheless

u were like “Omg heeseung!!! thats great<3” like the supportive friend u were

yeah and that was that

you didnt meet the girl until another month later

Now that..... that was an experience......

FLASHBACK WHOOSH

*knock knock knock*

who tha hell was knocking at 7 in the morning.........

you staggered your way over to the front door with your matching hello kitty pajamas

and u open the door to see a blonde Lady who looks around your age

Why did u forget to look thru the little peephole in the door...... ur probably just tired whatever

anyways ur like

“uhm....”

and shes like

“? who are you.?”

and ur like

??!!?[\^€]€\¥,_[+{*}*

“i live here....”

and shes like

“?...? oh sorry i thought my boyfriend lived here..”

and ur both just standing there like ;-;

shes all dressed up and u look like a childs room threw up on u

And thats when it hit u

“OH”

“are you heeseungs girlfriend?!!???” your hand raises up to point at her unconsciously

“ yes.. i am” she looked so lost it was so funny

“oh then you have the right place im sorry! hes my roommate” you scurry back into the apartment, gesturing for her to come in and close the door behind her

“what? he didnt tell me had a roommate..”

poor girl 😭😭😭

you quite literally pounce into heeseungs room and smack him while shes still standing outside awkwardly in the living room

“fucking idiot” smack to the face

“wake up” smack to the chest

“heeseung i swear to god” you shake his head

“are you fucking dead???? wake up!!!!” you pinch his ears really hard

that woke him up

“Ow ow ow ow OWWW y/n what the hell???” his eyes are forced open but theyre squinted due to the sunlight

“your girlfriend is here” you whisper-yell at him

“what???” he sat up so quickly you almost laughed

you were 90% sure she heard everything

oh well

his problem

he just stares into space for a second before his eyes go wide

ur just sitting on his bed waiting for him to do something like Uhhh

“shit i planned a date today oh my god” he jumped up from his bed and hastily told you to “stay put” before throwing on a hoodie, walking to see his girlfriend, and slamming his bedroom door leaving u sat on his bed

yes u were nosy Muahahahahah

so u pressed ur ear against the door to listen to their conversation

“sora, im so sorry i slept in late i promise ill make it up to you please baby dont be mad”

you had to stifle your laughter with your hand

God this was gold

“heeseung why didnt you tell me you lived with a girl.”

oooooooh hes in trouble you laugh to yourself

“ah about that.. im sorry i didnt tell you.. dont worry though, you know i only like you! shes just my roommate”

ouch

Why did that hurt 😪

“whatever heeseung.. ill call you later” and then you heard the door slam

already???? you were ready to get ur popcorn :///

you didnt even notice it had been a while before the door opened with you still leaning on it

boom u fell on the floor

“ow”

“shut up” he said before jumping face down on his bed

you stand up to lean against his door again, staring pitifully at the boy

“you okay?” you cross your arms

“mmm” he mumbles into his pillow

“you know i think i deserve a treat for being woken up at 7am on a sunday by your little girlfriend”

“little? shes taller than you” he turned around to lay on his back and chuckle

“oh so you’re making jokes right now when your girlfriend might break up with you?” you glare at him

“shes not gonna break up with me over something this little” he rolls his eyes and grabs his phone from his nightstand

“you know you’re a little piece of shit heeseung!” you yell out to him after you walked out of his room

“how?!” he yelled back

“treat your girlfriend better!”

he kept his mouth shut after that

yeah you two didnt talk for the rest of the day because he stayed in his room sulking or whatever

fast forward to now

Right after he asked u to get him the chocolates and flowers

“please y/n, sora is gonna be here in 2 hours and i need to get everything ready and i dont have enough time to do everything” he begged

WITH THOSE CUTE LITTLE PUPPY DOG EYES OF HIS GOD

“do you really need them from stacys though???” you whined

he just huffed and glared at you “yes! sora only likes them from there.”

“nuh uh mister dont give me that look” you narrow your eyes at him

he immediately stops his glare and tries to look neutral

it almost made you laugh

you just looked at him for a few seconds before giving up

“fine. but what am i getting in return?”

his eyes lit up and traveled up as he was in thought

“hmmm ill buy you food whenever you want for a month”

Wow

“woah thats more than i bargained for but deal!” he didnt realize that until after you shook his hand, very enthusiastically might i add

Lol

so now you were on your way home with the MASSIVE bouquet of roses and beautifully wrapped chocolates sitting nice and snug in the passenger seat of your car

these two things costed $115

oh well its heeseungs money not yours

you found it amusing because heeseung was nowhere near rich so where was he finding this money to blow

over an hour later and ur finally back home

u open the door

u struggled very much btw

almost dropped everything haha

but woah......

your eyes widened and your mouth fell open

“heeseung? you didn’t tell me you two were having the date here..”

as soon as you walked in you smelled a pretty scent and the lighting was dim

it was beautiful

there were candles lit on every surface

rose petals were scattered messily everywhere

the two seater dining table was topped with elegant decor

there was quiet jazz music playing from his speaker

the familiar aroma of your favorite food hit you

standing there in your apartment didnt feel real

it felt like you were in a dream

you couldnt believe your apartment could turn into room from a fairytale

you were never one to be into disney princesses and fantasies

but for the first time ever you almost wished for a prince charming yourself

you almost got lost in a trance

and then....

the boy himself walked out

donned in an all black suit with a sliver of the white undershirt peeking underneath and the white tie

his bangs were covering his forehead and you noticed he styled them to be wavy

he had his earrings in and rings were present on 3 of his fingers

he looked absolutely dazzling

you dont know how or why.. but your heart began to race

why did this feel like it was for you...?

you wanted to be his disney princess

staring at him wistfully, it felt like time had stopped

“oh thanks y/n, i almost thought you ditched me” he chuckled quickly

he was frantic and out of breath as he snatched the things out of your hand

“right!” he began as he sped around the room setting everything up

“im sorry but i forgot to ask if you could leave for today. im such an idiot, im sorry y/n.. you can stay at a friends house or something for the night?” he didnt even look at you as he perfected the chocolates on the counter and the plates on the table

you couldnt help but notice your heart clench and your stomach twist at his words

you were still glued to your spot infront of the door

“o-oh! yeah, okay thats fine ill get my stuff now” you scurry to your room

you speedily threw some clothes and necessities in a bag before walking back to him

“hey..”

he didnt look at you

“helloooo”

“heeseung” you poke him

he finally turned to you

“sorry what?” he gazed down at you with big eyes

“its okay.. just wanted to let you know im leaving now” you give him a small smile

“oh right! thank you y/n again” he grinned

his pretty smile

“you look great by the way... have fun” you manage to say before slipping out the door

you didnt let him reply back because if you stayed in there a second longer you think you would’ve fallen in love with him

where did these feelings come from...?

you smack yourself on your forehead as youre walking down the steps to your car

ur probably just feeling like this because no man has ever done anything like that for u

and seeing it in real life made u want a bf 😟😟

yeah... thats it

so now ur at sunoos house

a close friend from your finance class

he lives in his parents house but theyre never home so he basically owns the place and doesn’t have to pay for it

Yeah u kinda envy the boy

but you love him because hes great

“y/n ..do you like him????” sunoo gasps

you guys are watching tangled for the 10th time and you were explaining what happened back at your apartment

“what? where did you get that from?” you snort, your eyes still focused on the movie

you could literally feel his eyes piercing into your soul with that stare

“the way you were telling me that story.... you sounded a bit jealous if i do say so myself..” he raises his eyebrow and leans back into the couch

“i do not like heeseung, sunoo” your eyes roll and you turn to look at him finally

he has a little smirk as he looks at u suspiciously

“hmmm okay, i get it” he raises his arms in defense and surrenders “you don’t wanna talk about it”

you scoff and laugh at his actions “you’re so annoying”

so ..*time skip* lol

you slept at sunoos for the night

it wasnt anything new bc u used to stay at his alot while u were in the process of moving into your apartment

one of his guest rooms is practically urs bc u have some decorations and spare clothes there :P

when you woke up that sunday morning you realized you forgot to set an alarm

so now its like 11am

well its not like you needed to be home so you shrugged it off

“morning” u said to sunoo when u saw him sitting on the couch watching wreck it ralph

boy loves his movies

“when are you going home?”

“wow rude.... not even a good morning back??” you found him amusing

“sorry, good morning. when are you going home” he turned his head to look at you

it made you laugh

Sunoo is so funny u love him

“do u wanna get rid of me that bad??? i hate you”

“ni-ki and jungwon are coming over today and i dont want you smothering them like you always do” he playfully glares at you

NI-KI AND JUNGWON???!!!??!!!!!!

“MY BABIES????” you exclaim and jump on the couch next to sunoo

“yes” he exasperatingly says

“now leave before they get here”

“WHAT?? no im staying because i wanna see them”

“NO!!!! now get out of my house y/n”

“why not?!!???! sunoo please i bet they miss me so much”

“y/n please.. they do NOT miss you”

“they literally do i always make them cookies and theyre like y/n ur so cool we love you”

“u mustve been hallucinating....”

“sunoo please please please i dont wanna go home” u tried to muster up the cutest puppy dog eyes ever

he looked at your face for a moment

“no u look ugly”

“YOU’RE SO ANNOYING” you push him

“theyre coming back tomorrow you can come then! today is boys night”

“boys night?” you snort “what the fuck are u kids gonna do that i cant be around for?”

“SHUT UP Y/N get out of my house!” he just starts to drag you out of his house himself

“ow oW OKAY fine ill leave... have fun doing.. whatever you’re gonna do” you grab your bag and start to head for the door

sunoo slams the door in ur face after he says “bye dont come back please” 😭😭😭

“asshole!” u yell to him thru the door

you just huff and stand on his porch for a second

you wonder if heeseung still has his girlfriend over and decide to text him

y/n🦧: hi can i come back home

welp

now ur sitting on sunoos porch waiting for a reply

10  minutes pass while ur scrolling on your phone and still no reply

you look up when you hear the front door open

“why are you still here?” sunoo frowns at you

“heeseung didnt answer my text and i dont wanna go back if his girlfriend is still there” you reply

“go home y/n plz.... i lied jungwon and ni-ki arent coming over.. my grandparents are” he tries to shoo you away

“why would you lie about that” you laugh

“theyre really mean! but you can come back tomorrow because the boys are actually gonna be here.. now go because my grumpy grandparents are gonna be here in like 5 minutes” he guides your shoulders down his porch

“ugh.. if his girlfriend is still there its your fault” you pout

“wha- how is that my- whatever y/n go home!!!”

when you drive off you dramatically wave your hand to him trying to show how desperately you did not wanna go home

sunoo just giggles and runs back inside

you drove home extra slow Lol

and now you were at the door contemplating whether or not you just make a run for it

but u said fuck it because u missed the comforts of ur own room

well u knocked a little before unlocking the door

how embarrassing to be knocking on the door of ur own home 💀

you didnt get an immediate answer so u just stood outside in the apartment hallway....waiting....

after waiting for like 30 seconds (because ur impatient) you knock again

well i tried to be nice you thought

you finally gave up and unlocked the door with your keys, kind of slowly opening the door to peek in

hmmm.... nothing

the sun was emitting some rays of light through one of the windows but none of the lights were on

and why was there food still on the table..?

you were kind of afraid to go see heeseung 

but

you did notice one thing

there wasn’t a pair of shoes u didnt recognize sitting on the rack by the door 

so... is his girlfriend not here or did she bring her shoes to his room lol..

“hello?” you unconfidently called out to nobody in particular

no answer

you slipped your shoes off quietly and tiptoed towards the hallway that included both of your rooms across from eachother

the kitchen and living room looked untouched 

to describe u being confused would be an understatement

you set your bag down on your bed and then made your way to heeseung.. just to check on him

you were genuinely so confused rn

you thought they would be cuddling on the couch or talking in his room or something but it was dead silent throughout the house

“heeseung?” you soft knocked on the door of his bedroom

surely he couldnt still be asleep.. it was noon on a monday and heeseung would normally be up by 10 because he said he would “start being a more productive man” as he said it

you always laughed at him because he used to wake up at like 3pm on days he didnt have class

anyways you didnt get an answer which was slightly concerning because you didnt forget to take note that you saw his car in the parking garage when you arrived

“i’m coming in” you called out to him before twisting the knob and pushing the door open

you realized you might be crossing a line and he’d get upset at you for invading his privacy but you were honestly worried for your friend

at first you didn’t see him

his room was empty, not a single person in sight

that is until you further examined the big lump on his bed

“heeseung? what...” you walked over to the lump that you only knew was him because you could see a bit of his hair peeking out from the top

“um.. am i interrupting something..” you awkwardly said, debating whether or not to go closer

he wasn’t saying anything so you guessed he was sleeping

how odd for him

you wanted to just check real quick and then you’d leave his room

so your feet padded softly against his wooden floor as you made your way over to him

and you bent down a little to kind of tug the huge blanket away from his face

as you got closer you also noticed his girlfriend wasnt here

the first thing you noticed was that he was definitely not asleep

your eyes widened and your hand instinctively went to his face to cup his cheek

“are you okay?! why are you crying?” you quickly asked, your eyebrows were furrowed in worry

in your months living with him you have never seen him show any emotional feelings in front of you and it almost made you panic

his eyes locked onto yours before he looked away from you and closed his eyes

he still hasnt said anything and you really didnt know what to do in this situation

you took your hand off his cheek before sighing

now you’re just sat on the side of his bed just looking at him.. wondering what to do

you were sure he wasn’t sleeping even though his eyes were shut and he wouldnt move

but you sat there for 5 minutes and he didnt seem to mind

“sora broke up with me” 

he finally broke the silence

...

you didnt know what to say

you couldnt ask if he was okay when he obviously wasnt

“do you wanna talk about it? you looked over to heeseung to see him staring at you

“not really” he broke eye contact once again and looked up towards the ceiling

“later i will.. just not now” he breathed out

you nodded at that, understanding his situation

you felt terrible for the boy

his eyes were red and his voice was all nasally like he’d been crying

“i’ll leave you alone now..” you patted his big blanket fluff to lighten the mood and walked out his stuffy room

hours had passed while he was stuck in that room and you didnt know what to do 

it was 7pm already

you spent the day watching tv in the living room 

but it was dinner time and you made ramen (his fav!!!) in hopes that he would come out of there

“heeseung you’ve gotta eat” you knock on his door again

you had told him to eat at 2 earlier but he insisted that he wasnt hungry

you were surprised when he instantly opened the door and your hand was still in midair as you were knocking

if your hand moved an inch you wouldve been knocking on his chest which you found very funny but you didnt think this was the right time for jokes

“hi” you looked up at him

he was wearing his purple beanie with sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt

he definitely looked better than he did this morning which you thanked god for

“hey” he gave u this look :]

“you okay? i made ramen.. can you smell it” you kinda giggled

“yeah, thanks” he tried to send you a small smile which you were thankful for

“okay well come eat because i worked very hard on it” you turned on your heels and went towards the tiny kitchen island with two seats

he followed you and sat next to you as you gave him his bowl and chopsticks

“bon appetit!” you clapped your hands before digging in

you were proud of urself ngl... the ramen was smacking

“thank you y/n” he said softly

you refused to admit it but he was.. So Cute

“no problem, just eat” you grinned

and you two ate in silence for a good 15 minutes

he said he would do the dishes after you were done which was relieving because you wanted to go jump in your bed and watch tiktoks very badly

there was a slight awkwardness in the air too so you wanted to let that cool off too

so now you were cuddled up in our bed with your phone very close, almost too close, to your face

and you could hear the sink running as heeseung washed the dishes

you silently prayed he was feeling better and that he would be over it soon

the sink turned off and you could hear his footsteps coming towards the hallway

what surprised you was that you heard knocks on your bedroom door

“can i come in?” he asked

“yeah its open” you replied

u had to get out of ur blanket cocoon :///

you watched him stride over to sit next you on your bed

he even got under the covers and laid down like dang lmao u getting comfy i guess

“whats up?” you were sitting up while he was laying on your pillows

“so.. she broke up with me last night” he spoke while hugging one of your plushies

oh OHH so this is what this is about

“oh.. are you feeling better now?”

“yeah i think.. we only dated for 4 months but i really liked her....”

“did she say why she did?” you asked

“she said she found someone else. i dont know if you know this but shes a year older than me and she told me she wasnt into younger guys which doesnt even make any sense because her ex was younger than her too and-”

“okay heeseung” you laugh “people are like that, you just gotta deal with it”

“yeah yeah, i know” he sighed “i dont know.. i dont know if im sad i lost her or if im sad over the fact that i dont have a girlfriend anymore”

“was she your first girlfriend?”

“me? y/n” he laughed “ive had plenty before”

“oh” you didnt even wanna ask

“why? have you never had a boyfriend or something?” he joked

“no....” you trailed off, unable to look him in the eye out of embarrassment

you were never even embarrassed about that but for some reason admitting it to heeseung made you shy

“what?! no way” he was actually shocked

“yes way now can we change the topic this is terrible” you roll your eyes and shove a plushie in his face

“awee little y/n” he teased you

“get out” you snickered

“okay okay fine.. but yeah i think i’ll be okay. she broke up with me as soon as she got here so all of my planning was for nothing. i think that was what devastated me the most, i had no one to eat with”

you wanted to yell I LITERALLY EXIST soooo bad

Why is he so stupid....... 

“thats sad...” you said

you wanted to laugh at your reply bc what else could you say

“yeah anyways you dont have to worry about taking care of me while im sulking or whatever im cool now’

“well that was quick.. you were acting like a baby this morning now ur this tuff guy” you tease

“yeah yeah i dont even know why i was acting like that” his cheeks went pink

“im just kidding” you send a small smile his way “you know im always here for you right? dont be afraid to be a little emotional sometimes” you reach over to pat his head

“thanks y/n” he smiles “you’re a really great friend”

ouch

yeah.. friend

[hwauas]

✨: "taste of heaven" pt.1

> collaboration with ma sweetheart @nateezfics 💕

> part 2 (here) on her blog!

kang yeosang (강여상)!

you were born in the wrong place in your opinion. you never chose to be a princess. you never chose to have a high statute. you never chose to have this much duties. but you had to go through this. you had to live with this. you have to deal with this everyday. and everyday seemed to be the same for you. waking up every day at the same exact time. having everyday the same breakfast. having the same toilette every morning. and working on tasks the parents gave you, thinking you were able to achieve them as a princess. you could get some tasks about a tiny area in the country with problems to solve, or you could get task about servants' and maids' timetable. your parents got you very ambivalent.

     but little did they know, you were tired about this. the only free time you could have were afternoons here and there. the rest of the time, your statute got you busy with different tasks.

you wanted a significant change. you wanted to be free. you wanted to escape in aim to live. you wanted and needed a whole another life.

     the garden aback the castle was your way out. a place a little bit wild, way less tidy. the greenery was free to crawl everywhere. around a pond, there were water lilies, and different type of flowers and plants. the pond seemed to be wild with all those plants. and around this pond, there were stone benchs and arches. creepers were crawling around the different items in the place: on the bench legs and all around the arches.

the thick foliage of the trees was reducing the sun light in the place. the whole atmosphere was softer, the dim light was creating an atmosphere o so relaxing and almost romantic. spending time there was your favourite activity. you could focus on yourself, things which were important to you, and you could dream and breath.

     today, you managed to have some time for yourself. you needed to be somewhere you felt secured in, and somewhere you could relax. somewhere you could take off your crown for hours.

today again, the sun was shining through the foliage, making the place look magic. few rays of sun were illuminating the pond and were reflected on the foliage above. the water, where the sun shone, looked like myriad of diamonds. the birds were chirping around you. the plants seemed to be a little bit greener with the few rays of sun.

     it was a perfect place, at a perfect moment.

     what you didn't know, a man was approaching.

he was your opposite : independant, even though he had duties, and free, even though he had a statute.

he was breathtaking: sharped jawline, plump lips, little nose, thin eyes with brilliant pupils, eyebrows decorating perfectly his forehead, and bangs falling gracefully on his forehead, giving him a slight of mystery.

his body was perfectly sculped: large shoulder, thin waist, developped chest, sharped collarbones, long legs. you could have said his body was sculped by Greek gods themselves.

     but he was the actual god.

herald of gods, he was also a protector: merchants, human heralds, orators, travellers, but also thieves.

pacing up and down the whole world to deliver message was his main activity. he was excelling at it.

     his footsteps got you out of your thoughts. you were fully aware of your surroundings to localise the person approaching as soon as possible.

from the corner of your eyes, you could distinguish his figure approaching yours. few rays of sun lit up his body. few of them also lit up his brilliant pupils on you.

     “it's the very first time i'm seeing such a beautiful person here.”

his voice was soft. it was like a lullaby to your eyes.

     you turned your head over him. his brilliant pupils were looking deep inside yours. his gaze seemed to be more precious than anything else. and the thin smile on his lips was adding more preciousness to his face.

as soon as your brain totally assimilated his beauty, your heart almost immediately reacted: it was beating so fast. you never felt this way before. you never felt your heart react this much to someone unknown to you

     “really? aww, i'm sorry. but since this little place is behind the castle i live in and this place is owned by my parents.. i guess you can see me here pretty often.”

you offered this man your prettiest smile.

     “oh, so i'm walking in a private area? oh, i'm sorry, i don't have any permission..”

you giggled, making you look even cuter in front of him.

     “i give you my permission.”

your eyes were glued in his. you couldn't look somewhere else. something was pulling you closer to him. and without you could even take the control over your brain, you were in front of him.

“i hope you're gonna use this permission wisely.~”

     “may i offer you.. my company?”

you could blush at this precious look on your face. he was looking at you so tenderly. you could say he was as mesmerised by you as you were mesmerised by him.

     “this is a good answer.”

     because of a breeze, your dress brushed his legs, and mixed up with his own clothes. few strands of your hair slowly flew, coming in front of your face. and the man in front of you didn't waist time to push them away your face, behind your ears.

     the man then put a hand on your waist, and invite you to sit back on the bench. he was so gentle with you, and led you to the bench like a real gentleman. his hand on your waist, his gaze on your face, a smile on his lips.

he sat besides you, yet was facing you. he was admiring you, like you admire a deity. his own heart was beating irregularly. and just as you, he never lived something like that before.

     “who might you be?”

your voice was a little bit shaking because of shyness. you were looking down to the pond. yet this time, you were really blushing since you were feeling his sparkling gaze on you.

     “i'm Yeosang. Kang Yeosang. i was supposed to pass by quickly for a mission but.. i don't wanna live now i know someone as stunning as you is here.”

     “a-a mission?”

his compliment got you stuttering, and going redder — he was indeed succumbing to you. you were even playing with your fingers. your heart was still beating fast.

     “yes. i am gods' herald. but this message can wait, and will wait.”

Yeosang slightly tilted his head to the side. gently, he grabbed your chin and made you look straight into his eyes.

“and you? who are you?”

his pupils never left yours. the tenderness in his eyes was warming you up, and he soon felt like home to you: you didn't have to be shy anymore around him — plus, he was in the same estate, right?

     “princess y/n. Lee y/n.”

     “does the princess believe in gods?”

Yeosang looked next to you, where you put down your crown. he took it, and gently put it back on the top of your head.

     “now, she does. she has a god in front of her, how could she not believe in gods now?”

you were first looking at his eyes after he put the crown on your head, but your gaze eventually wandered over his face: his forehead, his nose, his cheekbones, his cheeks, and his plump lips. your gaze stayed there for a moment. and Yeosang noticed it.

     “and does she want to kiss this god?”

     “she's craving for it. but is this sensible?”

your eyes quickly went back to his pupils. the sun was shining over his face. his skin seemed to be smoother with the rays of sun.

     “i've fallen for you, even though we just met. is this sensible?”

Yeosang softly grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. he kept your face up, looking in your eyes. the birds weren't chirping anymore, and the whole place was quiet. it was as if the whole world stopped to look at you both.

“it's not. but i'm not trying to hold myself back. if my whole soul suddenly started to scream out your name, then i'm happy to say i'm not wise anymore. nothing is sensible now i've met you.”

     “shut up and kiss me. it's a royal order.”

     “what my princess wants, my princess gets.”

     Yeosang softly leaned over your face. his lips gently touched yours. his lips moved against yours perfectly, as if both of your lips were meant to be against each other.

you slowly came closer to him, as if he was a magnet you were attracted to. your hand wandered over his thigh, and upper to his chest. your whole body was screaming his name out: the heart beating fastly, your skin getting hotter, the palms of your hands getting clammy.

     but the kiss had to end. you — sadly — couldn't stay suspended to his lips for ever.

     “if nothing of this is sensible, let's be unreasonable.”

your eyes were showing off distress, pleasure and love.

     Yeosang was everything you wanted, needed, and had everything you were craving for — freedom. you wanted and needed to have him by your side. him, for what he was, and what he had, was what you had to have by your side.

     “is this.. an another royal order, princess?”

his warm hands wrapped up your shoulders. but slowly, they were wandering down your arms to your hands.

     “it is. do it.”

     slowly, Yeosang started to kiss your forehead. his kisses went down, again and again — your temple, your cheek, your jawline, your neck, and your collarbone.

     the next moments would be animated.

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TWO GHOSTS III | MATTHEW G. GUBLER

It’s been 15 years. 15 years has to be long enough . . . right? Read PART 2.

Set 15 years after the end of Ever Since New York, so give that a read first!

Word Count: 3.9k.

Warning: Usual angst, porn, and poor communication amongst characters.

SOUNDTRACK:

Closure - Taylor Swift

Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance

Bang the Doldrums - Fall Out Boy

It’s a cliché.

Your life, certainly.

And the saying, as it goes, that the show must go on.

You’re blindsided. You’re a little nauseated, and irritated. You’re looking at Matthew, you’re thinking no one’s told him what’s going on, either.

But the two of you make eye contact, for just a few seconds, then his eyes rake down your body, pausing to take you in. Your dress, black against your skin, tight against your body. You hold his gaze as it returns to your face — your lips, your cheekbones, your eyes.

And a mutual understanding is formed. Silently, through nothing but an exchange of looks.

“After you,” Matthew smiles, politely, holding his arm out in front of his torso.

“Wow,” you smile, your voice kind, formal, as you pass him by. “How professional of you.”

He can’t help but chuckle to himself. He looks down, shakes his head, and he puts his hands in his pockets. You can feel his eyes running over your skin like a laser, tracing the shape of your spine, and you nearly tip over in your heels.

Ramona goes to follow you, and Matthew’s aligns beside her, working up the urge to speak.

“[y/n] didn’t . . .” he whispers, pausing to lick his lips, point up ahead at you you trailing down the hall. “She didn’t agree to this, did she?” he asks Ramona.

“Look,” Ramona stops, turns to Matthew, holds her palm up to silence him. It works. He stops, his words, his footsteps, come to halt. “I don’t know the story, but . . . I don’t think I’m supposed to talk to you. So . . . anything you want to . . . ask about or say to [y/n], then — then, you can say it to her yourself.”

And she quickly scurries away to catch up with you. She pauses, turns around, tells him, “I love Criminal Minds, by the way.” And she continues on her way.

Matthew laughs.

You’re already standing, set and center, ready to walk on stage on command. You look out at the crowd, each individual face. The bright lights. And you hate to be dramatic, but you’d give anything to not be here right now. Seriously, anything.

“Hey,” Ramona murmurs, walking up behind you. “You alright?”

“It’s too late for me to get out of this, isn’t it?” You ask.

“. . . a little bit,” she nods.

Matthew joins, taking his place behind the curtain, waiting to go on stage. You look over at him, let out a deep sigh.

“Okay,” you shrug, look forward. “Let’s do this, then.”

There’s an art to every interview. To being a polite, and attentive, and humble guest. For 30 minutes, for an hour, forever. It seems to be muscle memory for both you and Matthew. You flash your smiles, and they’re wide, they’re bright, they’re pretty, and completely, utterly inauthentic.

You put on a show for the crowd. You’re not an actress, but anyone who thinks you’re enjoying yourself has been fooled. And that’s enough for you.

You laugh along as questions bounce back and forth, the interviewer leaned over his desk as he speaks to the both you. There’s a gravitational pull that fights and fights to make you look at Matthew. It catches you once, and the two of you awkwardly avoid eye contact by averting your heads from one another.

Your eyes flicker over to the timer offstage, counting down the minutes until the interview was officially off air. It wasn’t until twenty minutes were left on the clock, that the questions became, a bit . . . pushy, to say the least.

“So, you and Matthew went to college together, is that right?”

“Yes,” you nodded, only looking to Matthew for a second of acknowledgement, before returning your glimmering smile to the host. “Yes, we did.”

“Were you two friends?” he asks. “Now, I don’t know why, but I see you both being in very different cliques,” he laughs, the audience joining.

You giggle, nodding, “Um, yeah, yes, I would say we were friends.”

“And what would you say, Matthew?”

“Eh, I’d say we were acquaintances,” he jokes, giving a shrug in response.

Everyone but you finds it funny. You cross your legs, passive aggressively, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Oh, so she was in with the cool crowd, is that what it was?”

“Hm . . .” Matthew hums. “Define cool?”

Your laugh is dry, quiet, drowned out by the laughter of the crowd. Your eyes are glued to your shoes, your feet swaying back and forth on your heel.

“But in all honesty . . .” Matthew adds. He leans over, puts his arm around you. It was the one thing to make you lose all sense of clairty, lose your solid ground. You shuffled in your seat, awkwardly, straining your face just to keep your smile in place. “If I could describe knowing [y/n] in college, in one, single word, it’d probably be . . .” he turns his head to you, slowly, “. . . exhausting.”

His voice comes out in a joking manner, and it prompts another uproar of laughter, which drowns in your ears as you gaze at Matthew. Your face is laced with a numb, distant kind of hurt.

Fifteen more minutes on the clock.

And you spend every one of them with a fire burning in your belly. Burning, and burning, until it filled your entire body.

Ramona runs up to you the second you step off stage, happy, beaming, “That went well! You were composed, funny, you handled his nosey ass questions with, like, no visible reaction.”

Continuing down the hallway, you focus on the steps ahead of you, counting down to the moment you return to the sanctuary of your dressing room.

“And the way you subtly promoted the show without being too pretentious, I mean, very well done. I — oh —“

She’s cut off by the door slamming in her face, as you disappear into the private room, leaving yourself to find peace. Stability.

“. . . I’m still proud of you!” Ramona shouts through the barrier. You sigh, close your eyes, rest your back against the cold wood. “I’m going to call you a car, I’ll be back!”

It’s not until you hear her retreating footsteps, that you take a seat at the vanity set to the side of the room. You put your head in your hands, unable to look at yourself in the mirror. Unable to do anything but sit, and feel.

Ramona weighs on your mind, and you can’t seem to shake the guilt of sending her away, so cold, so unfair. You huff, and rise to your feet. They’re swollen, and achey, from the pair of heels encapsulating them, but you push through. You march up to the door, and as soon as you swing it open, you walk down the hallway.

“Ro?” you call. “Ramona!”

And as if an invisible force knocked you back, jilted you in your steps, you stop. You turn your body, looking to the door at your left. It’s a magnetic attraction. You know he’s in there. Hell, you know he could walk out at any moment. But you stay, stuck in front of the barrier like a deer in headlights.

“No,” you whisper to yourself, shaking your head. “No . . . “

You walk away. You make the decision to walk away. But you only manage to make it a few feet . . . before you’re turning back around.

Your knuckles rasp on the wooden door, and you cross your arms as you await an answer. When Matthew comes to the door, the first thing you notice is that his tie has been removed, the top buttons of his shirt undone. Your breath catches in your throat, but only for a moment.

He exhales, “Haven’t we used all of our time for today?” he quips, tilting his head as he looks at you.

“I just want you to know that this is not . . . fair,” you tell him. “I have been polite and understanding, and you have been . . . a dick.”

He stands up straight, physically taken aback by your words, and the venom with which you speak them. “Have I?”

“Yes. You are being petty, and mean, and dragging this out for no, damn, reason, Matthew Gubler.”

“I didn’t know there was anything to drag out,” he shrugs. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he goes to close the door, right in your face. But you catch it with your elbow, force your way in.

You slam the door behind you, standing firm on your feet, firm in your anger. “No, no. You don’t get to treat me like this. Whatever is bothering you, whatever issue you have with me, that doesn’t give you the right to slam the door in my face, and disregard the fact that you have been an utter asshole!”

“Oh,” he backs away, snidely clicking his tongue at you. “We’re getting into a screaming match now?”

“What the fuck is your deal, Matthew?” you seeth. “You’re mad, you’re hurt, I get it —“

“I’m not mad, I’m not hurt. I’m . . . annoyed, more than anything.”

“Oh, please,” you scoff, crossing your arms. “The way I see it, there’s two options, here. Either, you’re still mad, and you want to hurt me. Or, you want to fuck me so badly, you’re just making yourself look stupid!”

A lot has changed. Too many things to count on one hand.

But the way Matthew’s eyes darken . . .

The way the wire snaps.

It hasn’t changed, at all. His irises are still as dark and intense, as they always were when they were focused on you. Dreamy, and powerful. Almost, hypnotic.

It’s hard to tell exactly who kisses who, first.

So, we’ll call it a mutual decision.

Your bodies collide, fall in sync with one another almost automatically, as you hold his face in your hands. His skin feels different, covered by a layer of scruff. But his mouth tastes the same.

Addicting.

You drop your jaw, let his tongue slide between your lips. He moans into the kiss, and his hands grip onto your waist, pulling you closer. Closer. Until you can feel his heartbeat against your chest. You offer no resistance as he sweeps you off your feet, instead wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your back slams into the wall, and you gasp, tangle your hands in Matthew’s hair. It curls around your fingers, and he hums at the sensation of your fingertips grazing his scalp. His hands make their way underneath the hem of your dress, maneuvering up your thighs, onto your ass.

He pauses to put his forehead against yours, watch the drool drip down your lips. “You want it as badly as I do . . .” he whispers, heaving as his breath reels from the kiss.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t you?”

“You’re ruining it, jackass,” you spit.

“Mm, that’s what I thought,” he grins into another kiss, catching your bottom lip between his teeth. His hand wraps around the elastic band of your panties, tightly, and he uses minimal strength to rip the fabric apart. It pops against your leg, and you squeak out loud, causing Matthew to chuckle against your lips.

Your dress rides up your thighs, bunching up around your waist, while your hands work quickly to undo Matthew’s belt. His stomach is flushed, and warm under the thin material of his shirt.

He grunts into his mouth as you free him from his boxers, stroke him in your palm with a familiar and steady rhythm. He could’ve fallen to his knees right then, right there. But he didn’t. Because, God, he’s going to fuck you if it was the last thing he ever does. He’s going to do it well, and he’s going to make it quick.

Pinning you to the wall, he spits on her fingers, covering them in his saliva and reaching down to touch you between your legs. You whimper into his mouth, pleading, begging for it.

Matthew pulls away from the kiss only to watch your face, to see your eyes roll back as he pushes into you. Again. For the first time in so long. Your entire body, just, relaxes, and you melt into each other, weak already.

His hips push forward, forcefully, until he’s buried inside of you, and you can’t help but let out a loud whine. He puts a hand over your mouth, his forehead against yours, and begins to move your bodies in this slow, steady rhythm. Your back is moving up and down against the wall, and your moans are aligning with every one that comes from Matthew’s mouth.

The two of you can’t keep your eyes off each other, as though neither of you can believe this is happening. That you’re here. With each other. Bonded. Chained. Like there was no amount of fate, or time, or distance that could keep you apart.

Matthew buries his face in your neck, trying to contain his high pitched groans. He absentmindedly starts to increase his pace, encouraged by the way your nails rake down his back. You rest your head back against the wall, you eyes screwed shut and your mouth wide open. His fingers slide between your lips, and muffle the loud squeaks that won’t seem to stop.

And you’re not sure if it’s him, the way he’s only gotten better, and manages to hit a golden spot inside of you with every thrust. Or, if it’s the fact that you haven’t gotten laid in a while. But when Matthew takes his hand away from his mouth, starts to rub your clit, you yelp.

“Shhh,” he cooes, but follows his soft order with a roll of his hips.

Your body is completely rested, dependent, on his. He cradles you in his arms as his hips contain to move, his fingers work tirelessly on your clit, and he moans in your ear.

You don’t have to tell him. He already knows. He remembers. How your thighs tighten around his waist when you’re close. How you mumble incoherently, and try to catch your breath but it only comes out at jumbled gasps. He feels you tighten around his cock, your nails digging into his back and your fingers pulling at his hair.

He supports you as your body crumbles from the pressure, releases it all in one big, intense rush of energy that leaves your body tense and on edge. You hold him close as you tremble, muffle your whimpers against his shoulder. Sliding out of you, he uses your inner thighs to bring himself there with you. You have to lay against the wall, as you watch him in a daze. Your vision blurry, blurry, until you focused on him.

Sweat beads on his forehead, soaking the hair on his face, and the collar of his shirt. He bites down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. And when he comes, his jaw drops, but no noise comes out. He’s silent, and beautiful, and his face scrunches up in the exact same way it always did. He makes a mess on your thighs, your stomach, and stares you in the eye while he does it.

Matthew lowers you to the ground, holding your hips as you plant your feet on the floor. You stare at each other for a moment, out of breath, and strangely calm, both of you fixing your clothes.

You advert your eyes, distracting yourself by correcting the wrinkles in your dress. You reach over, grab some tissues to wipe yourself off with. Silence fills the room, and it’s deafening.

Nothing’s changed. Nothing’s different. The past is still the past, you’re still you, Matthew’s still him. And the remnants of who you two used to be still hang in the air, haunting. Dangerous.

You push your hair out of your face, clear your throat as you toss the tissues into the trash, look Matthew in the face, “We done here?”

You move around him, heading to the door without looking back.

“[y/n],” he calls. You turn around, your hand on the door knob. Matthew steps towards you, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You don’t have to treat me like, some situation that needs to be handled . . .” he purses his lips, “I’ll be alright.”

You sigh at him, at a loss for words. And you leave.

Ramona nearly collides into you as she rushes down the hall, exclaiming as she stops in her tracks. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you!” She catches a glimpse of Matthew’s door, her jaw dropping as she connects the dots. “I —“ she stutters. “Did you —?”

“Let’s go,” you command.

“But, I —“

“Let’s go.”

So you went. It felt cowardly, and . . . wrong. Wrong, simply because of Matthew. His broken voice. The memory of his eyes, and the sadness that glossed over them as you left.

After situating yourself in the backseat, you lock the car door. Out of some irrational fear . . . that, if given the chance, you’ll hop out. Rush back to Matthew, take him in your arms, and never let him go. Never is a long time, but not enough to make up for the years that have gone by.

You sigh to yourself, rub your tired eyes as the car begins to move, begins on its journey to take you home. “Actually . . .” you say to the driver., leaning forward. “Can you take me somewhere else, instead?”

You knock, forcefully, on the door in front of you, after trekking up the stairs to the luxury apartment. Out of breath, you huff, and add another tireless knock upon the door.

“It’s open!”

You furrow your eyebrows, walk in to see Claire and Roni sitting on the couch. They give you welcoming smiles, popping snacks into their mouth.

“Are you trying to wake the kid, dude?” Claire asks you, causing Roni to chuckle under her breath.

“Sorry, I . . .” you apologize. “I thought you guys were asleep.”

“We’re up,”Claire shrugs. “Want a snack? We’ve got those tropical gummies that you really like.”

You stare for a moment, inhale, exhale, look to Claire, “You knew I was coming . . .”

“Oh, yeah,” she nods. “We saw the interview. You were expected.”

“Ugh,” you groan, putting your face in your hands, out of nothing but pure exhaustion.

Claire sighs, sadly, knowing you so well, that it’s evident to her just how much your struggling. How, once again, your body is being weighed down by a heavy heart.

“You said you’re alright here, babe?” Roni whispers to her, and Claire responds with a gentle nod.

“We’re fine, mama,” she tells her, following her words with a soft kiss on the lips. “I’ll be down soon.”

“Okay,” and with that, Roni leaves the two best friends to themselves, occupying herself by going to check on Dorthy.

Claire pats the newly available spot beside her, and you shuffle your feet over the couch, plopping down with a hum of relief.

“Here,” Claire says, picking up a pack of gummies, handing them to you, “Have a snack.”

You take the packet, and tear it open, not hesitating to pop the candy in your mouth. You chew anxiously, obnoxiously.

Claire is patient. Of all things, Claire is kind. And she waits for you to process. Your feelings, your thoughts, your words, and when you finally, finally open your mouth to speak, she just smiles. It’s as though everything comes out in one breathe. A film made in one take. You use all your energy to rant and mumble and whine tonight’s events.

Even the dirty details. They’re important to the story.

“And I just left . . .” you trail off. “What else was I supposed to do?”

Claire looks at you for a long time. She goes to speak. She stops herself. She puts her finger to her lips, contemplating. Goes to speak again. Stops herself, again.

You furrow your eyebrows at her, “Is this like, charades or something?” you ask.

“No . . . I . . .” she stutters. “I . . . you fucked him?”

“It was, more mutual,” you shrug.

“So, now what?”

“I, I don’t know? I have no clue.”

“But you want to be with Matthew?”

“No . . . I . . . I don’t know.”

“Well, does he want to be with you?”

“I don’t know.”

“[y/n] . . .” she sighs. “Don’t you think . . . maybe, you and Matthew are a little too . . . big . . . for this?”

You tilt your head, “Big?”

“Old!” Claire shouts. “Old! You’re old! You’re too old for this!”

“Wha —“ you stutter. “I —“

“Look,” she pauses, turns her body to you, and takes your hands in her grasp. “I was here before Matthew, I was here after Matthew. So . . . I’m, I’m telling you, as the person who watched it happen once . . . don’t drag yourself through hell again. If Matthew’s the one, if he’s who you’ve been waiting for, if it’s always been him, then go. Run to him. He’s here.”

And for no reason at all, you could’ve cried. Tears brim your eyes, and you have to blink them away. “Um . . .” you reply. “Can I crash here tonight.”

Claire sighs, rests her chin on her hand. “Of course.”

“Cool . . . can I borrow some pajamas?”

“Yes.”

You nod, rise from the couch, prepared to walk yourself to the guest room. You turn, nervously, back to Claire and she looks up at you. “Do you, um, do you have any underwear I can borrow, too?”

She purses her lips at you.

“Okay, yeah, nevermind, I’ll go commando.”

So you slept without any underwear. And you forced yourself not to dream of him. Not to allow yourself to be haunted by memories, by pain.

But when you closed your eyes, he was all you could see. The way he looked, and talked, and smelled fifteen years ago. The way you slept beside him for the very last time, and had convinced yourself it would not be the last time.

It would not be the last time.

He made you laugh so hard in your dream that you woke up, and your heart broke as you awake in a dark and empty room. You reach over, turn on the bedside lamp, and rub your tired eyes. You only managed to sleep until three in the morning. And Matthew, and Claire’s words, were the first thing on your mind.

He wasn’t hard to find.

You have your strings. And you, sneakily, tiredly, in a haze of exhaustion, pull all of them. It’s insane, and as you drag yourself out of bed, you ask yourself what you’re doing. Why you’re doing it. What is the point?

But it’s him. And he’s here. And he won’t be for much longer, and he’s only ten minutes away.

The car is able to pick you up and get you to the hotel in under twenty minutes. You’re dressed in a pair of sweats and a cozy sweatshirt, well aware of how crazy you look, well aware of how crazy you’re behaving. And unable to stop yourself.

You march into the building, your feet moving on autopilot to guide you to the elevator, up to the ninth floor. You catch your breath as you move up each level, and lose it again the moment the doors open. You push yourself forward, follow the arrows to his room.

You round the corner, and he calls out, “Hey!”

You smile. Matthew happy to see you.

No.

Not you.

You step back, stopped in your tracks as the girl giggles in his face, holds onto his waist.

“Surprise!” she exclaims, the two of them standing outside his hotel door.

“What are you doing here? I was going to pick you up,” he says.

“Call me impatient, but I couldn’t wait to see you,” she places a soft kiss to his lips, smiles at Matthew. He smiles back.

But that smiles quickly fades when he turns his head, sees you standing there. Matthew is not happy to see you.

“[y/n] . . .”

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[fleetingpieces]

My One in a Million Chapter 8

Hiiiii! I'm back from the dead and finally got back to writing again <3

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CW: Mentions of food

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Chapter 8 - The morning after

Remus woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. He blinked a few times to get the tiredness out of his eyes—which seemed to want to stay glued shut—and stared at the ceiling for long moments.

His first thought was that, for a second, he thought he could hear Padfoot’s laugh. Vague images of a dream he’d had came flooding back to him; long corridors, empty beds and his gaming console. The sound must have been a remnant of that.

The second thought was that the ceiling of his room was weird. He couldn’t quite pinpoint where the bugging sensation came from, but something was off and he was way too tired to figure out what it was. Maybe he should just go back to sleep. Groaning, he turned around to do just that, and that’s when he got a good look at the rest of the room.

He sat up with a start, regretting it instantly when nausea hit him like a wave. Closing his eyes, he stayed still until the feeling ebbed away, then opened them again slowly.

This wasn’t his room. There was no sign of any of his stuff; instead, he saw a big mirror, a dark wood chest of drawers, and a trail of scattered things that either belonged to different people or to someone with diverse tastes: a blue hair tie, a black snapback, t-shirts that at a glance he could tell were of different sizes, with stamps that varied from Disney to Strand.

One by one, memories from the night before popped up as the fogginess from sleep left him completely. That’s right, Sirius had offered his home to him after he’d found Remus outside of his flat; he’d come in to take a shower and had sat on the couch as they watched a movie and drank. Things were a bit hazy from that point on.

Had he really pouted and asked Sirius to stay with him like a little kid? Fuck, please let that be a part of the drunk hallucinations. He turned around slowly, glancing to the other side of the bed with his heart beating fast in his throat, but the spot next to him was empty.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Remus threw the blankets to the side and planted his feet on the floor to get some resemblance of stability, but frowned when he stepped on something. Looking down, he noticed a pillow and a blanket lying rumpled on the floor, next to his side of the bed.

A pang of guilt made its way to his chest when he realised Sirius must have slept on the floor while Remus was on the bed, covered from head to toe and warm. Sirius had been so careful with him. Every touch had been gentle, not invasive but rather trying not to overstep, trying to comfort. So, so very careful.

Remus felt slightly ashamed for thinking Sirius would take advantage of him. Not to mention for the way he'd bawled his eyes out in front of the man. He’d made a fool of himself yet again, something that kept happening a lot as of late and to which he wasn’t used to.

“Oh, God.” He remembered how he’d felt his mother’s hand brushing his hair before he fell asleep and he desperately hoped he hadn’t called out for her in his dream. Bringing a hand to his forehead, he could almost feel that phantom touch, tracing fingertips over his hairline.

He rubbed his face in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to face Sirius after all that, but there was no way he could fall asleep again and a quick glance at the clock on the opposite wall told him it was barely eight in the morning. It was still too early to call Leo or go back to the clinic, plus he didn’t know how everything had panned out.

Remus glanced at the bedside table where his phone was lying face down and stretched over to grab it. He flipped it from hand to hand, back and forth, the small thing weighing him down every time it fell on his palm with a soft thud.

He could call.

He should call.

But what if something had gone wrong? What if Cocoa had had a complication during the night? Would they have notified him already if that was the case? Did he want to find out like this, far away from him and helpless to do anything? He didn’t want to show any more weaknesses in front of Sirius, he’d already shown more of his vulnerable side than he’d ever intended to.

Nodding to himself, Remus got up and threw the phone on the bed. He took two steps towards the door. The doctor had told him to go in the afternoon; he could wait a couple of hours before going back to the clinic and then he would know and—

A huff escaped him as Remus hurried back and dialed the number, plopping down on the mattress.

“Thank you for calling Mercy Animal Clinic. This is Jennifer, how can I help you?”

“Yes, hi, my name is Remus? I brought my dog in last night for chocolate poisoning and I—I was just calling to check on him?”

“Of course, Sir. What is the patient's name?”

“Cocoa,” said Remus, gripping his phone a bit tighter. Jennifer hummed and asked for a few more details to confirm his identity, to which Remus replied on autopilot, his mind going blank in a subconscious attempt to protect himself.

“Just a second, please.”

Remus busied himself counting the floorboards while he waited, trying to calm his nerves, but it had the opposite effect as he became very aware of how long Jennifer was taking to find what he wanted to know. He’d started tapping his foot when the receptionist finally came back on the other end of the line.

“Yes, everything was ok during the night and Cocoa will be ready to go home after lunch,” they said cheerfully.

Remus’ breath stopped completely and then he exhaled loudly. He could have sworn he felt his heart unclench, invisible fingers letting go of their painful grip and allowing blood to stream freely again. His shoulders dropped, releasing all the pent up tension that had been building there since he’d stepped into his apartment the night before, and he laid down, covering his eyes with his free arm.

“Sir?” Jennifer said hesitantly.

“Yes. Ok. Ok. Thanks, I’ll be there.” He hung up and let the phone fall at his side.

The silence of the room was an echo of his own head as Remus tried to let the words sink in. He peeked at the ceiling from under his arm. Cocoa was fine. The phrase repeated itself a few times until Remus took a deep breath and swung himself up.

The hall was quiet outside of the room, but he could hear some noises coming from ahead. Remus bunched the sleeves of the jumper he was wearing, not too willing to admit how comfy and warm he was in Sirius’ clothes. Especially not when he was assaulted by memories of Sirius helping him walk through this same corridor the night before and Remus almost gave in to the embarrassment. Sirius probably thought he was pathetic.

Groaning, he steeled himself as he padded the rest of the way, but his step faltered before going into the kitchen, a hand rising to settle on the wall. Something smelled amazing in there. Like melted butter and Saturday mornings back home, with his mom humming as she stood by the stove and the sun streamed in through the open windows. The sound of the sizzling pan was accompanied by a rock song playing in the background, a cool guitar distortion filling the room, followed by a gravelly voice singing a capella.

And there was Sirius in the middle of it all, moving around the kitchen gracefully, head bopping and singing into a ladle. He slid across the floor like Tom Cruise in that old movie as he moved to the fridge and a chuckle bubbled out of Remus’ chest, taking with it most of the heaviness still clinging to him.

Sirius jumped up, accidentally closing the fridge door with a bang, and turned to face Remus fully. It was only then that Remus realized what he was wearing: he had black ripped jeans and a black tee, his hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail; and on top of all that, he had one of those aprons that had a buff man printed on the front, that read “Kiss the chef”.

Remus stared for so long that Sirius followed his gaze and looked down, only to look back up quickly with a blush. “It was James’ idea of a joke.”

James, as Remus was quickly learning, took special pleasure in teasing his friends, although Lily claimed he always failed when it came to her. But Sirius clearly treasured anything that came from his best friend, no matter how silly or awkward.

Clearing his throat, Remus stepped into the kitchen and peered at the stove. “What are you making?”

“Pancakes!” Sirius exclaimed, seemingly glad for the rapid move of the subject. “I thought you could use some hangover breakfast,” he added with a shrug before turning back to the mixing bowl on the counter.

“Oh,” Remus said dumbly, taken by surprise. He scrambled for something to add. “Did you get the recipe from the same place as those cookies?”

Sirius spluttered and threw an offended look over his shoulder. “Mon Dieu, I’m never going to live that down, am I? I’ll have you know, these are my speciality. But I won’t give you anything if you keep that attitude up.”

Laughing quietly, Remus breathed a sigh of relief that Sirius wasn't looking at him with pity or mentioning his sorry state from the night before. So much had happened between them in just one day, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act anymore. He shuffled awkwardly to the island and, as he leaned on it, the name of the song Sirius had been dancing to dawned on him.

“I can’t believe you’re actually listening to Black Dog,” Remus said, covering his face, not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

“Hey,” Sirius turned to point at him with the batter-covered ladle, “Plant speaks to me on a spiritual level. I’m sending good vibes to Cocoa.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, making an effort to keep the corners of his mouth down. “You do know that the lyrics have nothing to do with dogs, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s the feeling that counts,” he waved his hand dismissively, sending a few vanilla-colored drops flying, “and the song title.” Smiling at that logic, Remus shook his head—as weird as it was, he found it reassuring. Sirius peered at him as he flipped the golden pancakes easily. “I’m glad you look better. How are you feeling?”

Remus tensed up, but it didn’t look like Sirius was making fun of him. Focusing on some point by his feet, he rubbed at his neck. "Yeah, um. Thank you for your help. And sorry about...everything. I guess it was one thing after the other and it was just too much.”

“We’ve been through this, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Sirius smiled tentatively. “Have they contacted you from the vets?”

“Actually, I called just now.” His heart rate picked up as excitement coursed through his body. Saying the words aloud made them even more real, allowed them to settle in and gave way to tiny pinpricks of impatience. “They said everything’s good. I can bring him home after lunch.”

Sirius turned to face him fully and his hand went to grip Remus’ forearm, his smile turning so bright it was almost blinding. “Remus, that’s great.”

Remus smiled too, staring straight at him. “Yeah,” he breathed. After a second too long, he coughed discreetly and moved back. “I just feel like I won’t be able to relax fully until I see him, you know? I wish I could go over now.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Sirius said as he leaned back too, fingers moving to play with the strings of his apron. “Just a few more hours, eh?” Remus hummed noncommittally and, sensing that he needed a bit of a distraction, Sirius turned his attention back to the food. “In the meantime, can you get the plates from over there?” He pointed at a cabinet as he got the pan out of the stove.

Remus did as he was asked and brought them over to the counter, where an array of toppings were waiting. His stomach grumbled as he watched Sirius cutting up some strawberries to place over the pancakes and then drizzling chocolate on top of everything, singing under his breath to the next song on his playlist. It was all oddly domestic. It was nice.

They sat in the living room to eat, though instead of sharing the couch like they had last night, Sirius—now without the ridiculous apron—sat across the coffee table on one of the armrests. Remus took a bite of the fluffy sponge and closed his eyes with a hum. “Ok, you were right. These are awesome.”

Sirius had just taken a mouthful himself, but he beamed before he swallowed and licked some of the chocolate off his finger. “Glad you like them, Re. I don’t think my reputation could have survived another fiasco.”

“Are you sure this wasn’t just a lucky mistake?” Remus joked, if only to ignore the way his stomach jumped at the nickname, prompting Sirius to throw a napkin at him.

For the next two hours or so, the conversation was light and easy while the music kept playing at a dim level. But, as time went on and the plates got piled up on the coffee table, Sirius started getting distracted.

He kept glancing at his phone like he was checking the time or waiting for a call. Remus would have thought that he was overstaying his welcome—Sirius had a life to get back to, after all—if it weren’t for the fact that the man kept the conversation going and going, asking questions and gesturing excitedly when he was telling a story about how he and his friends had once managed to get a flock of pigeons inside a train full of passengers. At this point, Remus was pretty sure that Sirius was not capable of lying.

A lazy breeze drifted in from the open window, bringing in the smell of morning dew and ruffling Sirius’ hair so that a few strands fell in front of his face. As he brushed them back, he raised his eyes and pinned Remus with a look that was slowly becoming very familiar. That look that said he wanted to say something but he was choosing his words carefully.

Remus was pretty sure he knew what that meant. So far, everything he’d blabbed about the night before had been skillfully avoided—mostly by Remus averting his eyes every time Sirius looked at him like that. He wasn’t looking away now though. Wasn’t sure he could, honestly; not with such intensity and thinly-veiled concern directed his way. Sirius opened his mouth, the words starting to form at the back of his throat when Remus’ phone pinged.

He jumped slightly and went to quickly fish it out of his pocket, holding on to the getaway it provided. Talking about his behaviour or the few hints he’d let slip about his past was not something he was ready to tackle. A quiet sigh dropped from Sirius’ lips as he got up to take the plates back to the kitchen, while Remus stared at the notification flashing on his home page. “Oh, Padfoot just uploaded a new video?”

The sound of ceramic banging in the sink startled Remus into looking up. “Um...you ok?”

“Yes! Too much soap,” Sirius’ voice came back, muffled slightly by the running water.

Remus snorted and got comfortable on one end of the couch, resting his back on the side and pulling his knees up. He wiggled his toes as he waited for the page to load, digging them into the plush sofa and then tapping his feet when the video finally started. It began like usual, with the starting screen of a game and Padfoot’s cheerful voice.

“Hello everyone and welcome! You’ve all been nagging at me to play with Prongs more often, so I hope you appreciate how much effort it took to get his ass out of bed.”

“That’s so not the introduction I was expecting,” another voice complained.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to do it?”

“Why, yes, thank you. Hello y’all! By popular demand and because I know you like me more than this silly goose, I am here to play some games and have fun! Mostly at Padfoot’s expense.”

“You’re the only person in the world who could say ‘silly goose’ and not have everyone laughing at them.”

“I know, it’s a skill I honed for years.”

“What the hell,” Remus laughed, shaking his head fondly.

Sirius came back into the room, drying his hands absentmindedly on his pants as he took his seat back. He sat at the very edge of the cushion, leaning slightly forward with his hands clasped between his knees, eyes down.

Remus made a questioning sound, waving the phone in front of him. “Do you mind?”

“No,” Sirius croaked, gesturing with his hand for him to go on as he cleared his throat.

A small line of confusion pulled Remus’ brows together. Something was definitely going through Sirius’ mind. Deciding to give the man some time, Remus focused his attention back on the video and made a note to ask later if something was bothering him.

Padfoot was talking about the game they were going to play and Remus could feel his energy even through the screen. He always got like this when he was trying something new. Remus pictured him bouncing on his chair, waiting impatiently to start playing, tapping the buttons in anticipation. “He’s like a kid on sugar, isn’t he?” he said without thinking.

A cough came from Sirius’ spot. “Well, I… I think it’s...nice? He sounds happy.”

The corners of Remus’ lips tugged up in a small smile at that. “Yeah. That’s good.”

“Huh?”

“He didn’t seem his usual self in the past few streams. I’m just glad he’s ok, is all.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Remus saw how Sirius’ hands gripped his knees tightly, slipping through the holes in his jeans. Remus watched in silence but, just when he was about to ask what was going on, the video changed. A small square appeared on one of the corners, showing a man sitting in a chair, not much to see in the background, his face covered with the black dog that was his signature logo. Remus sat up straighter. It wasn’t often that Padfoot appeared in his videos and he couldn’t help the interest that sparked inside him whenever it happened. He scanned the small image until something caught his eye.

“Huh? ...Wait. That’s—” Remus froze for a second before promptly throwing his phone to the other end of the couch. “Oh my God.” He covered his mouth, feeling the pull of his mouth as a grin lit up his face, his wide eyes not leaving the small device lying innocently face up. “Oh my God, oh my God.”

“What happened?”

Remus turned to see Sirius looking at him with a confused little smile, probably wondering if he was still drunk or just bonkers.

“He...he’s wearing my merch. My merch.” And one of his favourite hoodies from the collection, at that. “How—How does he even know about me? I know he likes to keep in shape but…”

The faintest blush crossed Sirius’ cheeks. He rubbed his hands together, looking down at them and then back up at Remus’ still astounded face. He took a deep breath and exhaled in one go. “You know, I’m...” He trailed off, mouth opening and closing a few times.

Remus tried to bring his thoughts back to the room, to the man in front of him and not the one on the screen. He bent forward to grab the discarded phone, his mind still reeling as he paused the video. “Yeah?” he prompted Sirius to go on when he straightened back up, smile still in place—he wasn’t sure he could wipe it off even if he wanted to.

Sirius’ grey eyes roamed his face, then went to the phone in his hands before they finally settled on his bright expression and he sighed, smiling and shaking his head. “No, nevermind.”

Remus tilted his head, but Sirius simply shrugged. “Are you sure? You can say it, whatever it is.”

“I don’t think it’s the right time,” Sirius admitted, letting his head fall back as he worried his lip.

Curiosity flared up, dazzling and hot, and Remus tried to water it down, unwilling to trespass Sirius’ boundaries. Instead, he looked down and tried to organise his whirring mind, eyes going to the clock on his phone. “Fuck,” he muttered. He really wanted to finish watching and keep talking with Sirius, but it was getting late. “I should probably get going.”

“Oh,” Sirius blinked as he raised his head up. “You can stay if you want to.”

“No, I…” Remus stood up. “I should go get the key from Leo. I will probably see both his mom and mine, which means it won’t be a short visit and I’d like to be at the clinic as soon as possible.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

Stopping midstep, Remus turned to look at Sirius, eyebrows raised. “Come with me?”

“Yeah, to the clinic? You are not too fond of them.”

It wasn’t a question, but Remus replied anyway, surprised that Sirius had caught on to that at all. “No, I’m not,” he said, dumbfounded. He shook his head. “But it’s ok, you did a lot for me already.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Remus, anyone in my place would have done the same.”

No, they wouldn’t.

“It’s fine, really. Leo will probably come with me,” he said. He wasn’t sure how Sirius could think that everyone was that selfless, that any person would have helped an almost stranger without thinking it was too much effort. Remus chose not to say anything about it, knowing fully well that was not the case.

[supercorpkid]

How Maya Met Your Mothers.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2730.

You’ve always known the day for Maya to meet your moms were closer than further down the line. That’s a fact. You had asked for too much self-control from Kara, not to follow your girlfriend around everywhere (and you are not even sure if she didn’t try to at least get a peek). But, yet, you had expected you were going to have a little more time than this.

Jamie and Maya came over your house for a study session. For real. When Jamie mentioned that you all should study together for next week exams, at first you thought it was a joke. But then Maya got super interested in having you teaching her physics, so you agreed.

You don’t know why you all ended up at your house. Actually, you kind of know. Maya’s parents hate the Luthors, so you can’t go there. Jamie’s house is a little bit further away and they would probably get tired of walking before getting there. Still, you feel like you haven’t fought back enough. You should’ve.

Although, being fair to yourself, you couldn’t possibly know there was a storm coming to National City that would literally make it impossible for you three to leave the house for hours. So, while there was a storm raging outside, you were looking at the clock, hoping, praying, wishing that Kara and Lena got held up at work.

Which could be true, using all the logic in your body. The rain is so strong, Supergirl will be needed for sure. There are probably people stuck in cars, or maybe there’s a flood in someone’s house, maybe there’s a poor kitten stuck on a tree in the rain. There’s gotta be something. And Lena is probably stuck in her office unable to leave. You breathe out, calming yourself. If Lena doesn’t leave her office early every day, she is definitely not leaving today while a storm rages on.

But when the clock strikes five, your heart beats fast, you raise your head from your book and you hear a whoosh of air, that very familiar one. Steps on the front door. And please Rao, let it be robbers, assassins, let it be Lex fucking Luthor out of jail with a big rock of kryptonite, but not your moms. Please. Please.

But is Kara who first walks in. Pink trousers, even pinkier shirt, dripping wet. And not far behind, Lena walks in. Suit all ruined, ponytail glued to her face, also dripping everywhere. Your heart stops for a second, when you look up from the kitchen table where the three of you have settled.

“Wow, it’s so crazy out there! Good thing we flew-” Kara finally notices a face she doesn’t know. She quickly puts her glasses back. “Here on a car.”

Good Lord.

“Hey, I don’t think we have met!” She comes closer, ignoring Lena’s protests about making the entire house wet. She raises her hand at Maya, who shyly takes it.

“Maya.”

“OOOH!” Kara sounds like she just got electrocuted. She is almost jumping in place when she realizes what that means. “It’s nice to meet you! I would love to say that she-” She looks at you with an inquisitive expression. “Told me everything about you, but she’s definitely going through a phase of secret keeping.”

“Momma!” You growl hiding your face in your hands. Maya just chuckles softly at that.

“Aren’t we all?” Jamie intervenes, sensing your embarrassment and you take one hand out from your face to look at Kara pulling the chair in front of you.

“Kara!” Lena calls her from the front door. “Don’t you dare get my chair wet. Come over here, you can embarrass our daughter after you’re dry.”

“Or never.” You add. “You also can embarrass me never.”

“I’ll be right back.” Kara says, completely ignoring you, as she makes her way to the laundry room with Lena, so they can get dry clothes.

“I’m sorry.” You drop your head, trying to hide the blush creeping up your face. Maya puts her hand on your chin and makes you look at her, giving you a smile.

“Stop that. It was really cute.” Maya says, and you gaze into her eyes, almost forgetting everything and everyone. If it wasn’t for Jamie.

“Nope, it was embarrassing. And just you wait until aunt Lena comes here.” Jamie adds and you drop your head again, growling louder.

Lena decides not to play into the ‘let’s embarrass our daughter’ game. And you’re very grateful for that.

“Hey.” She just says while passing through the table. And you breathe relieved. Until she stops with a tiny smile. No, no, no. Keep walking. “Hello Maya, I’m Lena. The scary mom.”

“You wish.” Kara comes from behind her. Hair is still dripping wet, but all changed into more comfortable and dry clothes. She pulls out the chair and sits in front of the three of you, trying to look intimidating. “I’m the scary one.”

“She’s really not.” Jamie whispers in Maya’s ear, and you put your head on the table, banging your forehead ever so slightly so you don’t make a dent in it.

“Would you stop, please?” You complain. “We’re trying to study.”

“BOOOO!” Kara puts her hands in front of her mouth turning to you. “You’re no fun.” Then she proceeds to look at Maya. “So Maya, how old are you? What’s your sexuality? Where do you see yourself in five years? And most importantly, how do you feel about Supergirl?”

You snap your head at her at the sound of that.

“Because in this house we’re Supergirl stans.” Kara adds, making Jamie laugh out loud, and you grunt louder.

“Oh, I’m-” Maya thinks about it for a second.

“You don’t have to answer any of that.” You look at her and she smiles at you.

“It’s ok, babe.” She turns back at Kara. “I’m sixteen, I’m pansexual-” That makes Kara squeak in excitement. “In college, hopefully. And yes, Supergirl is cool. But, um, I like Superkid better.”

“WHAT?” You look at her, eyes wide open, mouth agape. She doesn’t know you’re Superkid, and she likes her better than Supergirl? Is she the perfect girl?

“Well, ok, don’t freak out, but…” She looks at you and holds your arm, squeezing it gently. “I kind of have a crush on Superkid.”

“You do?” It’s all you can say.

Kara is practically jumping on her seat, ready to stand up and spin you around in excitement. Lena is trying very hard to hold back laughter (she’s failing, by the way). Jamie is literally cackling next to her. And you’re there, looking red, but also happy.

“Why is this funny?” Maya looks around at the reactions. “She is hot.”

“Oh no, dear, we’re not laughing at you.” Lena says, knowing the situation doesn’t look good. “It’s just, you know, she is the Supergirl of your time.” She shrugs. “I, for once, had a huge crush on Supergirl when I was younger.”

“Wait. What?” Kara stands up, looking worried. “You don’t have it anymore?”

“Well, no, honey.” Lena smiles, putting her arms around Kara’s neck. “Now I have you.”

“No!” You yell to stop what you know it’s coming next. “That’s too much. There are people here.”

“We’ll give you guys some privacy.” Kara tilts her head with a devious smile. Holding Lena by the waist, leaving you guys behind.

“I’m sorry again. They’re not usually like-” You start, but Jamie cuts you off.

“She is lying. They are always like this.”

“It’s ok.” Maya gives you a butterfly kiss that barely touches your lips, but makes you smile either way. “Besides, I find your momma completely fascinating.”

“Funny. So does she.” You can hear Kara gasping somewhere in the house and you hold a laughter. She is such a dork!

Your moms are gone for a while, during that time you three go back to study. Kara comes in sometime later on her phone.

“Yes Alex, she’s not lying, she is actually here studying.” Kara points the camera to the three of you, and Jamie crosses her arms, annoyed. You just wave hello.

“You thought I was lying?” Jamie complains.

“I never once saw you studying with your cousin, forgive me for assuming you were being a rebellious teenager.” You hear Alex’s voice on the other end of the phone. “But I see there’s a new addition to the group.”

“That’s Maya.” Kara whispers on the phone like you all can’t hear her.

“Oh.” Alex stays silent for a few seconds and then you hear. “Hey, I work for the police. You just think about breaking my niece’s heart.”

“Oh my God, can you all stop?” You grunt looking at Jamie for help, and she stands up going to Kara and grabbing the phone from her hand.

“Can you come pick me up when the storm gets better?” Jamie asks and she walks to the living room with Kara following her closely.

“Again, I’m really sorry.” You look at Maya with pleading eyes. “I know you probably want to run away, but please, don’t. My mom is probably going to try to scare you, but we’re all very much harmless.” You smile a little. “Except for Jamie’s mom, she is terrifying.”

“Trust me, I’m ok.” Maya looks furtive around, and puts her hand on your cheek, coming closer to kiss you. “I get why they’re so protective. I mean, just look at this cute babyish face of yours.”

“She can call you babyface and I can’t?” Kara walks in the kitchen with Jamie not far behind, making Maya jump in her seat and get as far away from you as she can, without leaving her chair.

“So, Maya.” Lena walks in the kitchen too, and you’re already hating her tone. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“Um, I should call my mom first.” She stands up grabbing her phone, and you point to the living room so she can have more privacy. She leaves and you look at your moms on the other side of the counter.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You stand up, putting your books away. “I couldn’t possibly know a storm would hit National City making impossible for her to get away from you two.”

“Hey!” Kara defends herself. Lena only raises her eyebrow. You look at Kara, turning her head to the living room, and you poke her.

“Do not listen to her private conversation!” You demand and you look back at Jamie, also organizing her school materials.

“Yeah, aunt Kara. Don't use your super hearing, aunt Kara. Bad, aunt Kara. Yadda, yadda, yadda.” Jamie says and you furrow your brows at her. “What, she only does what she wants anyways.”

“Momma!” You’re almost jumping in front of her and she looks down on you. “That’s not ok.”

“Kara, stop messing with her.” Lena says from behind and Kara gives you a mischievous smile, like she wasn’t really listening, just pretending to. “Are you sleeping here tonight, Jamie?”

“Only if the storm doesn’t stop.” Jamie comes to the counter and looks at the food in front of Lena. “Oooh, are we having the famous Lena Luthor’s ‘throw everything in a casserole and see what comes out’ dinner?”

“You were way nicer when you were a kid.” Lena blinks once, looking annoyed and Jamie holds her laughter.

“Sorry, aunt Lena.”

“Hey, so, is it ok if I stay a little longer? My dad is still stuck at work because of the storm.” Maya asks, coming back to the kitchen and you look at Kara. Kara looks at Lena. And it takes them a whole ten seconds to finally go like “um, yeah, sure.” Which almost makes your heart stop.

“Why don’t you three go to the living room while I-” Lena looks at Jamie, defiant. “Throw everything in a casserole and wait to see what will come out?”

“Oh God.” You grab Jamie’s wrist, and put your hand behind Maya’s back. “Let’s go. They’re being awkward.”

“You’re awkward.” Kara mumbles under her breath and you’re glad you only heard, because of your super hearing.

You’re on the edge of your seat the entire time. Maya and Jamie are talking, laughing, taking pictures, and you’re there awkwardly pretending your mind isn’t somewhere else. What are they planning? Obviously, Kara has done enough of embarrassing, but what about Lena? Is she actually going to let it slide? That doesn’t sound like her.

Kara calls you guys back to the kitchen a while later. You know Lena wasn’t going to throw everything into a casserole and hope it works, but after Jamie joked about it, it was exactly what she did. She puts the food in the middle of the table, and raises one eyebrow at Jamie.

“You first.” Then she uses her tone that sends shivers down your spine.

“What is happening?” Maya whispers in your ear, and you look at her feeling like you should apologize once more.

“They’re challenging each other. It’s silly.” You whisper back, aware that only Kara can hear you.

“I can’t stop watching.” Maya mouths at you, and you smile. Lena and Jamie still haven’t broken eye contact and no one is moving.

“Go on.” Lena pushes it closer to Jamie, who gulps and finally serves herself. Everyone is staring at her while she puts the first bite on her mouth and chews silently. She shrugs a while later.

“It’s actually pretty good.” Jamie says with a smile, making everyone breathe out, and Lena rolls her eyes, finally sitting on the table. She then turns to Maya.

“Please. Girlfriends first.” She uses the same tone, and Maya’s eyes almost pop out of their head, before she shakes her head agreeing and serving herself.

The food is not all bad. It could be a lot better if she wasn’t trying to scare everyone off. But is edible and a lot better than anything Kara can make on her own.

“So, Maya…” Kara starts again and you already feel your heart is going to beat out of your chest. “What’s up with the hate for the Luthors?”

Great. Just great. Awesome. Thank you, momma.

Maya chokes on her food, surprised by such a blunt question, and you want to dig a hole on the floor and disappear in it.

“Oh, um. I don’t hate the Luthors, ma’am.” She manages to say. “My parents are not, um, fans. Because of that time Lex tried to control everyone. You know-”

“We know.” Lena breathes deep, looking exhausted. “Trust me, we know.”

“But I know you did amazing things for the world, and every time you work with Supergirl the world is saved, so…” Maya smiles, and you make heart eyes at her. She is so amazing. “I’m sorry about my parents. Not everyone can see past such a small thing as a last name.”

“Oh.” It’s Kara’s response.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Lena says with a smile directed at her, and you see her features softening. “I just want to make sure my daughter is not being judged with the same standards as my crazy brother. But you know her, so I don’t think you can.”

“I really can’t.” Maya looks back at you, making you blush. “There’s no one in this world like her. She needs her own standards.”

“Aw.” Jamie and Kara say together, making you blush harder.

The dinner goes smoothly after this. It’s pretty clear Maya won your moms over. You always knew she could. No, you didn’t know, but you expected. No, you didn’t expect, but you hoped. And she did.

When dinner is over, there’s only a light rain outside, so Maya’s dad picks her up right after. Lena and Jamie make up over ‘the best dessert Lena ever cooked”, and you look around happy. Kara comes close to you and kisses your temple.

“I like her.” She says matter-of-factly.

“Oh, is that why you were trying to make her run away?” You raise one eyebrow at her and she chuckles softly.

“We’re not a normal family, baby.” She tells you, looking at Lena and Jamie laughing on the other side of the counter. “She has to get used to it now. It only gets weirder.”

“You’re weirder.” You bitch grin making Kara laugh.

She’s right though. Your family is weird. But it’s yours, and you love it as it is.

Notes:

@itzyourgirlnat prompted them being stuck in a storm together. My best buddy @hermen0404 helped me with some ideas. Thanks to you both.

[yniswaifu]

The bet - 6

They lost.

You never intended to go to their game, but you did. And they lost the second match, against a team called karasuno from the miyagi prefecture.

You couldn't deny the opponent team was impeccable in their game, and the win was well deserved. But you also couldn't deny the fallen faces of your school team. You couldn't deny the sorrow on Kita's face, even if he didn't give away anything.

You couldn't deny your own heart breaking.

You weren't into sports. Sure, you listened patiently to Atsumu and Ginjima's rant about their sport, or Osamu when he was truly excited about it. But you were never a fanatic.

Though right now you felt the loss deep in you as the others did, and the Inarizaki side of the stadium went completely quiet.

Inarizaki volleyball team lost in the second round of the tournament.

You don't know what is supposed to happen after this, specially for the third years, but you did know you had to be there for the boys.

Specially your boy.

You chewed on your thumbnail as you waited in anticipation for the team near their assigned room. None of the boys knew you had come for the second match, and you didn't intend to tell them either. It was a surprise. But now you think it was the better, that you were here.

You see the team approaching and stand straight. One by one you see them looking in your direction, Kita and Aran being the first. They give you a small smile, and you return one yourself. Aran's eyes were wet, so you knew he had been crying. Not just him, but others too, including Ginjima. He spots you and squeezes his eyes shut to stop the tears.

"it's okay. Shh..." you whisper in his ears as you hug him. You didn't have any sibling, and Ginjima was the closest you had to one.

Suna appeared behind him but even though he didn't cry, he looked upset. Squeezing his bicep you give him a small smile. He just nods in your direction.

"I didn't think you'd come." he asks.

You shrug. "I wanted to support my school."

Suna scoffs at your words. "sure."

You didn't say anything about his tone. He looked pissed. Not at the team, but at himself. And you knew someone like Suna needed some space to gather his thoughts.

At last, you spot the twins. Both their eyes widen at you, not expecting you to be there. Osamu's eyebrows scrunched in a frown whereas Atsumu looked sad. You had never seen Atsumu as silent as he was now. You didn't know what to say to them. The loss must have taken a heavy toll on them.

You were busy trying to think what could you say when your eyes connected to the person beside Atsumu. He was resisting something, his pupils wavering elsewhere but you. It was almost as if, he was controlling himself. Yeah, you did smile at him, wished him the best before he went for the games, but that still didn't mean you guys were okay.

You knew it wasn't the time for that. Screw it. Your man needed you and you were going to be there for him.

Walking up to them slowly, you turned to Atsumu and said, "I'm sorry." your voice was soft. You knew saying things like 'good game' or 'you played well' wasn't going to make them feel better. So you just went with being honest. You really were sorry. Sorry for the fact that even after giving their all – they lost.

Atsumu, like Suna, just nods in your direction before entering the assigned room. He knew Osamu and you needed some space, and that Osamu needed you.

As soon as the corridor was empty of people, you look at Osamu.

"Osam–"

"can I hug you?"

His voice was monotonous. There wasn't any emotion in it, but you were aware that those emotions were crashing at the seams in him. So you just nod.

Immediately Osamu wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You didn't care if he was sweaty and smelled, you wanted to comfort him.

Your arms go around his neck, and you caress his nape with one hand while the other just holds him.

After remaining in that position for a while, Osamu suddenly says, his voice muffled. "we lost."

You stay quiet, nodding slightly.

"I...I don't feel good. I think I didn't give my best."

"no, that's not true. You did give your best." you hug him a bit tighter.

He sighs shakily, blowing air on your shoulders. You could feel a wet patch form on your clothes in that area.

"then why did we lose y/n?" he asks you.

"because the other team were a tad better."

You couldn't lie. You knew Osamu would rather hear the truth than sugar-coated words from you.

He stays quiet at your reply, and just hugged you. After a while he says, "I wanted to play with Kita san and others a bit more."

His voice trembled slightly. Because he had cushioned his face completely on your shoulder, it wasn't very clear, but you understood he was crying.

Slowly parting from him, you cup Osamu's face and wipe the tears with the pad of your thumb. His eyes were downcast and light sniffles escaped him, when you rested your forehead on his.

"Kita san also said the journey is more important than the end result. I bet he loved the journey as much as you did. And he too wanted to play with you guys more. But fate has other plans, and as much as I want to change it for you, I can't. What we can do from this point onwards is strive to be better and cherish the good memories you made with others. "

Osamu listened to you quietly. He didn't react when you finished your speech. He just pulled you closer by your waist and whispered. "I love you."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. You have heard those words before, but every single time it created a dip in your stomach. Something people like to call 'butterflies'.

"I know. I love you too."

"don't leave me? Please?"

Man, he was going to make you cry. The tender tone he used, the soft circles he created on your waist, the way he looked at you – you missed this.

moving his gray bangs to the side, you tip toed and placed a kiss on your boyfriend's forehead. "never."

For a second you stared in his eyes. You had the biggest misconception that Osamu wasn't as affected by the separation as you were, and that you weren't breaking him by avoiding him. Now that you see his eyes full of love and yearning for you, the same thing that he had held for as long as you guys have been together, never diminishing, you wanted to kick yourself for being an asshole to this bean.

Osamu closed the distance between you two and pressed his lips on yours. Without thinking twice about your surrounding, or that the team could witness this at any moment, you kiss him back. All those days of loneliness without the other person made you feel hollow, and it was now being mended through this kiss.

You could say it was the best kiss you guys shared.

Osamu held you closer, trying to get you to go further with the kiss. His tongue prodded your lips, but you couldn't. Not in public at least.

So you break the kiss, panting. "we can't."

Osamu pouts a little, but understands why you can't. So he just gives you a sulking look before sighing. "but we're seeing each other after so long."

Your eyes go wide. What exactly is this boy suggesting?

"still. Not here." you reply.

At that he smirks. "are you saying we can continue when we're alone?"

Your cheeks heat up at the suggestion. Yes, maybe you were hinting at continuing the make out session kiss. But you weren't going to admit that.

Rolling your eyes, you push Osamu towards the room where others were. "I'll see you on Sunday." you tell him and start to walk when a grip on your wrist brings you against a hard body.

Osamu places a kiss on your cheeks. "it's a date." he says in your ears and you try not to smile like a fool.

"sure." you act nonchalant but start laughing because you couldn't control yourself. You were excited.

Waving him goodbye, you walk towards the exit. You couldn't wait for Sunday to come sooner.

***

It was a Sunday. Atsumu didn't even know how or when he came here, but did. He did come to the store where f/n worked and now that he has come to his sense, he is regretting everything. But he still couldn't look away from her and his feet are still glued to the ground where he stood.

She was checking the aisles, Atsumu sees. Gosh, how much he missed her. How much he wanted to hold her. How much he wanted to grovel on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Anything, anything for her to look in his direction.

He contemplates whether he should enter the store or not when f/n sees him. He was in casual clothes, and boy did he look good. He looked in everything. F/n was really surprised at first, at this fact –

Atsumu Miya looked good in everything.

She knew Inarizaki had lost in the second round from the social media, and as much as she wanted to drop everything and go to console Atsumu, she didn't. She had to control herself. For her, unless Atsumu personally doesn't apologize, she wouldn't even look in his direction.

But how could she not when the blonde stood like a lost puppy in front of the store.

He was looking at her from under his lashes, eyebrows crinkled in a frown. It wasn't the angry frown, more like a helpless one. Because he was helpless.

Keeping the basket of supplies on the floor, f/n gets up from her crouched position. She slowly walks up to the entryway and the automated sliding doors open, giving her access to go outside. It was a bright morning, a contrast to the gloomy atmosphere around these two.

Atsumu didn't have to think twice. He wanted f/n back. And he was ready to beg her for that.

F/n's eyes widen when she sees him slowly kneeling on the ground. Her first instincts was to stop him and just hug him, soothe his pain. But she didn't.

Her hands curl in a fist as Atsumu started his apology. "I'm sorry." his voice was soft and shaky. "I...I'm sorry for everything."

Atsumu didn't know what else to add. Indeed, he was sorry for everything. The list was long, including what he did from the time he approached f/n during the lunch break four months back, till the time she broke up with him.

"I didn't love you when I approached you. It was a dare I had with my friends, and it was supposed to be for fun. It wasn't real for me."

Tears were already blurring f/n's eyes. His words triggered everything.

"but. At one point, it did start becoming real. And it became so real that I don't think I can live without you." Atsumu confesses at last, looking up at you with his own share of tears falling. "I love you f/n. I really do."

The sincerity in his voice was enough to make f/n break into loud sobs. She kept wiping her tears, but she couldn't stop them from falling. Not when she felt the same.

"how can I trust you? Tell me sumu, just how?" she says between sniffles, despite how she felt. Emotional investment was a real deal and she didn't want to repeat the mistake of falling deep without security, twice.

Atsumu, desperate, gets up and tries to reach for her but she takes a step back. "please..." his voice but a whisper. "I will prove to you all my life if that's what it takes, how genuine my feelings for you are. But please...don't go..."

F/n doesn't know what to do. His plead, his desperation, they were so transparent that even a stranger could tell he was telling the truth.

But...but...

Breathing through her nose to calm herself, she looks straight in his eyes. They looked like crystallized caramel, a colour so beautiful. They were looking at her with love, and what could be interpreted as fear of losing her.

Maybe she didn't have it in her to stay strong. She is crumbling. Crumbling under Atsumu's gaze. What she wouldn't give to just hug him right now.

But wait. Life's not that simple innit?

"okay." she finally says.

Atsumu's eyes widen. "what...?"

"prove it to me. Your feelings."

He couldn't believe his ears. He was almost sure she will reject him and kick him out of her life for good. He certainly didn't expect a second chance.

Wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie, he risks a step towards f/n. This time she didn't move from her spot. Taking that as a confirmation to get closer, he closes the gap and stands right in front of her.

"I want to hold your hands."

Being almost a head taller than her, f/n had to look up at the blonde boy. He had a small smile and twinkle in his eyes, almost like a kid. It was adorable.

Nodding shyly, she looks away to hide the blush creeping up her neck. Atsumu holds her fingers, as gently like a piece of china dish, and moves his hands further to fully clasp her hands with his.

He lifts them up, bringing them close to his lips when f/n finches, making him stop.

He looks at her frowning and immediately backtracks from what he was about to do. Right, he has to prove himself first.

Being the gentleman or not he is, he peeks at her with hooded eyes and asks, "may I kiss your hands ma'am?"

There was a slight hint of sarcasm in his words, a trait of Atsumu she didn't like initially but came to find it amusing overtime. They weren't filled with malice, just playfulness. At least around people he cherished. And her mouth slightly twitched at what he said.

Again, f/n just nodded, giving him consent. Smirking, Atsumu dipped his head to place two soft kisses on each of her hands before placing them back by her side. This was the most gentle he had ever been and it was shocking because he was actually trying his best from the start.

Well. He got a lifetime to prove himself. A lifetime of loving each other better, with a better start.

F/n couldn't stop herself from smiling, and Atsumu mirrored her.

This time, he was going to make it right. It's a bet.

What? Did I just finish the series?

I can't believe it's over. It was short, it was sad, it was sweet. It isn't perfect, but it's close to my heart. Because this is the first full fanfiction with a proper storyline and i–

I feel content. Content with the ending. If I'm being honest, Suna was my favourite in the whole story. He's just...wow.

Thank you everyone who read this story and supported me. Every like, comment and reblog means a lot.

I hope I return with better stories to tell about our Haikyuu boys. Till then, stay tuned.

[heavenunderthemoon]

“You are my home.” Emily Prentiss x Reader

summary: An injured Emily comes home from a case and you express your fears to her. 

warnings: mentions of sex, mentioned of death

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Your hands roamed her body.

Pale skin, almost silver in the light of the moon that filtered in through your bay window. The curtains were horrible, made of cheap, thin material and you had only gotten it because it had been your favorite color. After you had hung them up you had realized your mistake, Emily laughing along with you because she had told you so, but they stayed up, even if they did wake you up every morning by letting in the sunshine in full.

You let your fingers hover over the newly formed bruises, hesitating over the blossoming purple, before you followed the outline of it softly. Emily stared at your face while you did so, watching the way your eyes became unfocused, your lips still swollen from your earlier activities pursing as you continued your tiny movements.

"Where'd you go?" She said softly, and it made you look up, your finger leaving her ribcage and dropping softly into the sheets that you two were tangled in. You were facing each other, allowing you to connect your eyes with the beauty before you. Her raven black hair, shiny and soft, flowed down her shoulder. Emily was growing out her bangs, you didn't particularly care whether she had them or not because you thought she looked beautiful either way (something she had huffed about after asking your opinion, even if she had grinned like an idiot). Her lipstick was smudged, mascara almost completely gone, an indicator that she had come straight from work, practically running off the jet to see you. To come home to you.

And then there were all the new things you had been greeted with upon her arrival. Things you hadn't;t seen when she had left. Like, the small cut on her cheekbone, red and healing. Or the bruises on her ribcage, purple and large. You hadn't even needed to see them, really. You could tell as soon as she had walked in. Hearing her entrance from the kitchen you had launched yourself at her, peppering her with kisses, not missing the funny way she held you in only her left side, grimacing when you pulled back and saw her face.

"It's okay. I'm okay." She had reassured softly, just as she did every time she got hurt in the field. You were a worrywart, she said. But were you? Were you that crazy to be afraid for her. For your Emily?

The Emily that stole your sweatshirts and exclusively wore fuzzy socks at night. The Emily that liked to show you foreign films. She said it was because you needed to 'culture' yourself, but you really knew it was because she loved whispering the translations into your ears until you couldn't take it any longer, kissing her hard and fast. The Emily that set her car to your favorite music stations, or grabbed things whenever she was out just because it reminded her of you. That Emily. You weren't crazy to want to keep that Emily safe.

"Hey." Emily said softly, and this time she brought her hand to your cheek, cupping it softy to bring you back from wherever you had gone to. You did that often, she noticed. Your eyes becoming unfocused and your body stilling as you became consumed in the hurricane of thoughts you always seemed to have in that bright mind of yours.

"Sorry." You murmured, keeping your eyes glued to her face, trying to memorize the shapes, the lines, dutifully ignoring the cut on her face. not because it was an imperfection, no. You couldn't care less about imperfections because in your mind, Emily wasn't perfect and you knew that. You knew that when she got overwhelmed, she liked to cut everyone off (even you, at the beginning, but you had long since broken down that wall). Or that when she was sad she liked to turn it into anger because feeling angry was better than feeling sad, at least for her, and you knew precisely how to handle that. You knew all the little quirks and tics that Emily Prentiss had, and you loved her not in spite of them, but because of them. No, you didn't care about a tiny cut on her face because of her appearance, you cared about it because what if it had been worse? What if she had died?

Emily quirked a brow in the most adorable way, leaning forward so that your foreheads were touching. "Don't be sorry." Her eyebrows scrunched in concern, trying to read your face. For a goddamn profiler you'd think she'd be better at reading you but she always struggled with you. You were her blind spot and it terrified her. "What's wrong?" Her hand was still on your cheek, forehead nuzzling yours, eyes staring deeply into your own, and you felt your chest tighten, because what if, one day, she was gone and you could never do this again?

Letting a hand come up to cup hers, you spoke.

"You can't die, okay? Please don't die." And suddenly, tears were flowing from your cheeks. The thought of days without Emily began to consume your thoughts and, yes, you already spent days without her when she was on cases but that was different. Those days were bearable because she texted you, called you, anything to let you know she was okay. That she was there. Small pictures of things that made her laugh while she was away, or something Spencer or JJ had said that she thought you would find funny. That's what made those days different than a life of knowing that Emily Prentiss was gone entirely.

"Hey, hey, hey." Emily soothed softly, her hand slipping from your cheek and going to wipe your tears gently. Her face was contorted in confusion and concern and you couldn't help but shove your head into her shoulder, just inhaling and exhaling. She was here, you tried to remind yourself.

Her hand went to your head, running her hand through your hair softly as another hand went to cup your waist, holding you.

"I'm not gonna die, Y/N. Why...why would you say that?" Her words were shivered, tossed into the air and you pulled away, just enough to see her.

"Your work is dangerous, and it's important, and I love that. I love you. But I'm so scared, Em." Your tears had stopped and all that remained was fear. Fear that swam in your eyes as you slightly trembled.

Her hands cupped your face, pulling you into her lips slowly. It was nothing like earlier that night. When she had been rough, fiery with lust. This was passionate, full of love and emotion. The kind of kiss that made your eyes shut and your knees weak.

Pulling away, Emily let her forehead rest on yours once more. "When I'm on a case, you're all I think about, you know that? I can't promise that I won't get hurt in the field, or that something bad won't happen. As much as I want to, I can't do that. because I don't want to lie to you. But, what I can say, is that I will come back to you every time. I promise that I'll come home."

"You'll come home to me?" You whispered back, feeling that tightness in your chest begin to lessen at her words.

Emily let loose a toothy grin, giving you one more soft kiss before answering.

"You are my home."

[justasparkwritings]

Peace: Clowns to the West

Previous: Would It Be Enough? 

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst / Slice of Life

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse/manipulation, Mentions of rehab, Scandals, Mention of fighting 

Summary: Across the globe, Big Hit grapples with Jungkook’s outburst. 

Listening: peace by Taylor Swift 

This is officially the last chapter of peace. Mirrorball follows. Illicit Affairs precedes.  

Peace Master List

         “We can’t make them break up,” Mr. Cho, a Big Hit lawyer, told Bang and Sejin.

         “Why not?” Bang asked.

         “Both sides signed an agreement.” Ms. Lee, a second lawyer, reminded them.

         “It’s in his contract, they have to remain secret,” Bang responded.

         “They’ve been together almost three years and they’ve never had a slip up,” Mr. Yang said.

         “This isn’t a slip up! This is a total disregard for decorum! For rules! For boundaries!” Bang yelled, voice echoing against the walls of the conference room.

         “Do we know why Jungkook punched him?” Sejin inquired.

         “Not yet,” Mr. Cho answered, eyes moving to Ms. Lee and Mr. Yang, conferring in silent glances.

         “His hand is okay though,” Ms. Lee responded. “We got confirmation.”

         “Good, who is posting it?” Mr. Yang asked.

         “A few tweets have surfaced, no one on Weverse has said anything, and it doesn’t seem to be sold to anyone, yet,” Ms. Cho informed them. Her spectacled eyes stayed glued on her screen as she fielded emails, tweets and Weverse posts, mining for a hint that anyone knew what transpired.

         “Do we have the name?” Bang wanted to know.

         “We’re working on it, the lawyers in LA are fighting the clock to get the footage and receipts from the restaurant so we can narrow it down, we’ve got a team working on tracing him,” Mr. Cho said.

         Mr. Cho, Ms. Lee and Mr. Yang had worked for Big Hit for all of three years. They had joined when Namjoon had led the insurrection, when BTS had demanded new contracts and lawyers that worked for the good of everyone, not only the executives of Big Hit. They worked closely with the band, fought for them, protected their rights and stood by them when Bang and Co were unreasonable. They had combed through the agency, ridding it of lawyers whose integrity was compromised, whose morals allowed them to turn a blind eye when discussions of what had happened to Jungkook occurred. They were poison, and Cho, Lee and Yang were resolute in their decisions to rid the company of them.

         “The LA lawyers are arguing it was a hate crime, the man attacked first and Jungkook defended himself and y/n,” Mr. Yang said.  

         “No one knows about his fight with Namjoon, do they?” Sejin inquired.

         “It’s been three years, sir, if someone knows, they would’ve sold it by now,” Ms. Lee told him.

         “This cannot get out.” Bang reiterated.

         “What if it does?” Sejin questioned.

         “Jungkook pays for having it scrubbed from the web,” Bang responded quickly.

         “What will ARMY say?” Sejin pushed. The ever-present fear, the thorn in their side, what would ARMY do?

         “They’ll be livid,” Bang responded, looking at Sejin.

         “Angry at the person who assaulted Jungkook, or Jungkook for having a secret relationship?” Sejin asked.

         “Both, they want Jungkook for themselves. Not only is he in a committed relationship, which he has lied about for nearly three years, but he met her when he was sent to rehab, and he’s punching men over her,” Bang ticked off each reason on his chubby fingers, not pausing when Sejin wanted to interrupt. “They’ll find the man and harass him until the day he dies.”

         “Are they closer to getting married?” Ms. Lee interrupted.

         “We should ask,” Sejin said.

         “We asked when Jungkook came to us the first time,” Bang reminded him.

         “He didn’t have an answer,” Sejin shrugged.

         “He specifically asked that he be given the chance to see where it could go,” Mr. Cho had pulled up the initial agreement, signed years ago, never amended.

         “They’d already been dating for six months at that point,” Mr. Yang said.

         “He was too good at hiding it,” Bang whispered, eyes drifting from Sejin to the pictures that lined the office, images from concerts, award shows, when they received their medals and spoke at the UN. Images of their accomplishments, of their status, of their power.

         “Namjoon told him he had to tell us,” Sejin spoke softly, pulling Bang from his reverie.

         “They gave us answers to our questions,” Bang responded, voice still soft.

         ”I’ve never met a woman so angry before,” Mr. Cho said laughing.

         “She was rightfully angry with us,” Sejin stated.

         Bang’s eyes grew wide, creases in his forehead appearing as his glare bored into Sejin, “She nearly tore them apart.”

         “We nearly tore them apart” Sejin corrected.

         “We?” Bang’s voice had gone from a docile whisper to a yell, a change in decibels that surprised Sejin.

         “We asked Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon to ask those questions. We gave them the list, we told them when they had to do it. We manipulated Jungkook for years. We have nearly torn them apart so many times, it’s a miracle they are standing.” Sejin was fuming, the total disregard for their behavior sickened him. He hated the way Bang ignored their actions, hoping no one would notice if they were quiet about it. They signed the bands new contracts, they agreed to allow Jungkook to date and ease up on their restrictions. They made plans to be better and now, with Jungkook hurting, they were discussing the possibility of hurting him again.

         “And out of the ashes, Jungkook’s relationship,” Mr. Yang replied.

         “Out of the ashes, Jungkook rises, again and again,” Sejin corrected.

         “They came back with nothing,” Bang repeated.

         “Disdain and anger,” Again Sejin corrected Bang’s revisionist memory. “They felt that before they spoke with her.”

         “They’ve done a good job keeping their relationship quiet. Can’t we extend them a little grace?” Ms. Lee said, bringing the men back to the conversation at hand.

         “No, they signed a contract,” Bang snapped.

         “It was self-defense,” Mr. Yang reminded him.

         “No one will care,” Bang said.

         “They’ll want her name, how long they’ve been together, how they got together,” Mr. Cho listed the questions they too had asked.

         “We tell them that Jungkook met her on contract mandated anger management and rehab? That we sent him to an outpatient treatment on the ruse of working on music and choreography in LA, when he was really in therapy because of the decade of abuse he endured at our hands?” Sejin countered Mr. Cho, angered that they continued to gloss over these inalienable truths.

         “Don’t forget that Namjoon went out there too,” Mr. Yang added.

         “Yoongi and Seokjin as well,” Ms. Lee aforementioned.

         “They met at a restaurant by chance, that part is true,” Mr. Cho took a sip of his water, tired from the hours long meeting.

         “While he was in rehab,” Mr. Yang amended.

         “That we drove him to,” Sejin interjected. Unlike Bang, he kept his fury under the surface, simmering, bursts of steam the only sign that he was angered.

         “Or that our agreement stated if he attended treatment, he could date,” Mr. Cho shrugged, tossing back a few aspirin with his water.

         “Him and Namjoon, two relationships,” Bang muttered.

         “Both Americans,” Sejin added.

         “It’s less of a headache, less to hide,” Bang stated.

         “How long until the rest come knocking?” Sejin asked.

         “We’ll have to deal with their, sexualities,” Mr. Yang reminded them.

         “They can’t be gay and a pop star,” Bang scoffed.

         “They can in almost every other country in the world,” Ms. Lee told them. She had been a lawyer in Korea for years, and never had she been so conflicted about the integrity of her career as she was working for Big Hit.

         “They can’t leave us, do we have enough to stand upon?” Bang’s mind was moving to the worst-case scenario, Jungkook breaking his contract, the other six following. They were a unit, they were a team, they couldn’t stand without each other. They didn’t have to, and they never wanted to.

         “Financially? Yes, for a while,” Mr. Yang answered.

         “But what will our name mean?” Sejin pondered aloud, “Our legacy if the seven of them decide either after their next negotiations, after service, or before, that they don’t want to be represented by an organization that denies them love, relationships, a family?”

         “We follow the same policies as every other agency,” Bang said.

         “Yes, but do they have as much power and clout as we do?” Sejin questioned. “Who will we be if we don’t let them date who they want, love who they want, marry who they want?”

         “Page Six,” Ms. Lee called.

         “Who?” Bang asked, temper rising.

         “Page Six and TMZ, they’ve got it,” Ms. Lee clarified.

         “Get it down!” Bang roared.

         “What if they won’t?” Mr. Yang asked.

         Bang took a deep breath, regaining his composure before he spoke, “No amount of money is too much.”

         “How much is Jungkook willing to pay?” Mr. Cho inquired.

         “Call and -

         “Don’t call, get it down and we can negotiate with him later,” Bang instructed.

         “They’ve got video,” Ms. Lee told them.

         “Video!” Bang and Sejin yelled.

         “Let me see it, now!” Bang roared.

         The video was tossed on the screen, and in grainy footage, they could see the man approach you. They could see him grab you, Jungkook telling him to back off. In fuzzy audio they heard bits and pieces of the various slurs and they watched as you and Jungkook froze before his fist collided. The video was coupled with dozens of bad photos, none miraculously, capturing his tattoos. In the rush to leave the bar, there was a single instant, a moment, where the undercut can be seen, the earrings flash, a slight blur of ink, and a side profile that looks almost, almost, like Jungkook flashes across the screen.

         The team sat, clicking through the photos, watching the video over and over. For what it’s worth, and it’s worth a lot, you never yell his name. You never identified the man you’re with, and other than a blur of skin, your face couldn’t be made out. The only thing that was obvious was the man spewing hate. His volume louder than anyone else’s.

         It’s in the moments of watching the video over and over, looping the audio, sending it to engineers to enhance, that more photos began popping up, better quality, videos with clear shots of Jungkook’s face.

         Bang and Sejin are on the phone with lawyers and conglomerates, trying to pay by the hundred thousand, reaching out to their already made contacts in hopes of stopping this.

         They could barely admit it, but they were scared.

Scared of ARMY’s reaction.

Scared of what this means for Namjoon and the others.

Scared for the safety of you and Jungkook.

Scared their stocks will tank.

Scared that BTS will walk.

Scared that their lies and manipulation will come to light.

Scared that hate speech and racial slurs will spill out from the dark corners they’ve been hiding.

Scared of the power they created.

Scared of the dynamic they were breathing in.

         But more than that, they’re scared that they have, again, in an attempt to control him, given Jungkook too much.

         It never matters what Big Hit has taken from him. Only what he’s given, and the promise of more in the future. A scandal of this size, a hidden lover, unsure if Jungkook would do anything to stop it, was enough for them to pay extra to have teams monitor for the next several hours, weeks, even months to ensure it doesn’t get out. It’s enough for them to put Jungkook on stricter orders, to attempt to amend his contract, to attempt to cage him in. They’ve got him on his tiptoes, spinning, shining for them with the threat of shattering looming above them all.

[willddheartt]

We Have Somewhere | Randall Carpio

Pairing: Randall Carpio x reader

Summary: You and Randall have had some kind of thing from the moment you stepped foot on Campus. Everything feels as if its about to fall apart when you find out he’s a Knight and you’re in The Order.

Warnings: None?? its kind of fluffy ig.

Word count: 1388

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At first, you didn’t know about the Knights of st. Christopher, nobody in The Order did, they were hidden well.  You only found out about them after following Alyssa and Jack back to the old and abandoned-looking house, obviously, they spotted you and all five of them came out and confronted you. You were most surprised when Randall walked out of the house. 

You and Randall have had a thing going on from the moment you stepped foot on campus, everyone knew it but when asked the both of you would deny being romantically involved, but it wasn’t a lie neither of you made the move to make anything official.

The dark-haired boy ran up to you, against his friend’s wishes. “What are you doing here?” He asked quietly, his hand coming to rest on your elbow out of habit.  “I overheard jack and Alyssa talking about something and-” You said, looking up at him, “Are you a knight?”  “How do you know about that?” Randall asked, his tone guarded and startled  You stuttered trying to come up with something on the spot to avoid revealing you were in The Order to him, but your inability to lie to the boy stumped you up. Your gaze shot to the ground to avoid looking in his eyes that would eventually make you break your silence. 

“She’s in the order,” Alyssa spoke up from behind Randall. The boy suddenly became rigid against you, the hand that rested firmly on your arm was reduced to just barely hover over your arm and you could feel his eyes on you.  “Is that true?” He whispered and you nodded slightly.  “And you didn’t tell me before?” Randall asked, you looked up at him.  “You didn’t tell me you’re literally a werewolf, I didn’t know I was permitted to tell you about a secret society.” You all but snapped. 

The others began to notice both you and Randall were treading on very thin ice with each other right now, one wrong would could send either of you into a fit of rage. Hamish took Randall inside and Alyssa pulled you to sit with her on the porch while you cooled off.

“He’s a werewolf,” You said out loud after a minute of sitting in silence with Alyssa. The blonde nodded, “I know, I could barely believe it myself the first time I heard it.”  “I mean you think you can trust somebody and they pull this on you,” You continued  “You can still trust him,” Alyssa spoke in a calming voice, “He’s the same Randall you’ve known. Nothing has to change if you don’t want it to.”  You looked up at her wondering what she was on about, everything was so different right now, the Knights were almost enemies of the Order, putting you on opposite sides no matter what.  “You know we’re not even supposed to be here, right? If they find out we know about the Knights and don’t tell anyone there could be severe consequences.” You said Alyssa nodded the entire time.   “I know,” She spoke, “But sometimes just because we should stand with the order doesn’t mean what they’re doing is right-” She was interrupted by the front door opening. Your attention was glued to the door until you saw who stepped out, Randall stood by the door looking between you and Alyssa. The blonde seemed to read the subtext the left you with a pat on the knee, before going inside and shutting the door behind herself to give the two of you privacy. 

The dark-haired boy sat down next to you on the step, neither of you said anything even though the air was thick with an elephant on the porch, you knew you needed to talk about it eventually but right now you couldn’t form a rational thought. You were morally conflicted and wished your Ethics teacher hadn’t gone missing because this seemed like the type of question to ask him before making your move. 

“You know I was going to tell you,” Randall spoke up, clearing his throat.  “I wasn’t going to tell you. They’d have my head if I did,” you mumbled making him chuckle softly. 

It seemed that suddenly, without warning, all the tension in the air had been relieved, you knew this was going to be a long-lasting conversation but for now, things with you and Randall seemed somewhat okay.  You walked in the living room with Randall’s arm thrown over your shoulder. Everyone let out an audible sigh upon seeing his smile. 

“So?” Hamish asked  “We’re good.” You nodded 

-

You sat on the couch with Randall’s head in your lap listening to everyone catch you up to speed with everything that has been happening, to keep your attention to everything going on you dragged your fingers through Randall’s hair. “So the Coventry is a power-hungry dick who is also your dad, and the Grand Magus and we need to stop him from getting that book?” You asked pointing to Jack, everyone in the room nodded collectively, “Pretty much,” Hamish said  “And if he completes binding himself with it he will have complete control of magic without needing a spell, potion, or sacrifice,” Alyssa said  “Oh perfect,” You sighed sarcastically, leaning back into the couch as Randall sat up next to you. “Do we have a plan on how to do that?” You asked  “Don’t let Coventry finish binding himself to the book,” Jack said. “That’s not a plan,” Everyone said in unison

-

It took hours to come up with a plan that even had the possibility of working against Coventry, so long in fact that the sun had past set and it was pitch black outside. Walking back to the dorms wasn’t something you were looking forward to in the darkness, seeing as what had recently happened to the pledges, even though you knew what happened it still put you off walking alone in the dark than you already were. 

Just looking out the window into the uncertain pitch-black woods sent a shiver down your spine.  “Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?” Randall asked  “I don’t want you walking back alone,” You mumbled  “Then do you want to stay over?” He asked with a small smirk.  “I’d like that, yes,” You smiled at him as he pulled you into a side hug.  “You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch,” Randall mumbled against your hair.  You shook your head, “I’ll be fine on the couch.”  “You sure? Sometimes the hide lockers downstairs bang around and growl, it’s pretty creepy,” He chuckled  “I’m sure, Randall,” You shook your head, laughing at his attempt to spook you. 

The boy gave you a blanket and a pillow from his bed before asking you one more time if you were sure you wanted to sleep on the couch. You stuck you your answer until the house was pitch black and you heard rattling from the basement, you thought he was only joking when he mentioned about the hides. It wasn’t until one loud bang and crash that you wrapped the blanket around yourself and grabbed the pillow from the couch, making your way up the stairs to Randall’s room you felt like a child after a nightmare. 

You knocked softly on his door, he opened it with a smirk.  “Spooked?” Randall asked once taking in your dishevelled  state  “No.” You shook your head, refusing to admit he was right, “I just couldn’t sleep,”  “Yeah, sure,” He chuckled, nodding his head as he stepped aside to let you in.  You stood just inside the door, watching Randall shut the door and lay down in his bed.

“C’mon, there’s room for two,” He smiled, motioning you over. You couldn’t help but smile at the boy as you made you way over. He welcomed you with open arms, pulling the fluffy duvet over the both of you.  “Are you gonna admit you were scared?” He asked with a smirk as you mindlessly laid together, cuddling.  “No,” you replied  “I’ll ask again in the morning,” Randall said, reaching over you to turn the lamp off. 

“Goodnight Randall,” You said, turning over to kiss his cheek, “Thanks for letting me stay.  “You’re always welcome here,” He replied, “Goodnight,” He kissed your forehead.

[marvelousell]

The Agreement (Part 13.)

Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader

Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them.

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: Sooo much things, there were actually more scenes for this part but I split it for another chapter so I could start with the ideas for the 2 different endings🤷🏼‍♀️ (kinda already know what I will do for Tom🤫). Well hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful Friday! ❤️

Warnings: mentions of smut, swearing, mentions of alcohol, angst if you squint

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I broke the rules way before we even set them and before we agreed on anything.

Tom stared at the message you sent, shocked, his mouth dry with a breath stuck in his throat from the words that you have written. He couldn’t bring his fingers to the screen to text you back.

He didn’t know what to think or say to you in return, thinking that maybe it’s the best to ignore it. Happiness filled his body, heart pounding fast from the thought that you felt the same. Once he didn’t care if a girl had a boyfriend, it in fact grew his confidence and ego knowing that girls were more into him than their own partners. Now it didn’t seem right even if he was in love with you and wanted to actually be the person he truly is with a girl he genuinely likes.

The message haunted him, not letting him rest. His figure was turning in bed, groaning from the nervousness that kept his body and mind awake this late. Tom was always a calm guy sleeping peacefully every night, he didn’t care about the heartbreaks and tears he caused to many girls. He now knew how it felt, the thoughts about numerous girls and his blindness made him feel sick to his stomach. If only he wasn’t stuck in his own world, surrounded with the influence from his frat members and a heartbreak from a girl in who he saw everything, things would be fine nowadays. What should he do now? Apologize to every girl to make it better so he could sleep calmly at night? Probably not because most of them didn’t want to see him. They were always loud and clear that he was a total ass.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked, looking at the redhead that was getting a bit too comfortable in his bed after the long and rough sex they had.

“Going to sleep?” She responded, clutching the sheets to her chest.

“I don’t think so love.” He breathed out a chuckle, grabbing his boxers that were discharged near his chair.

“What?” She did know who Tom was and what people talked about him and his frat, but she still didn’t want to believe it hoping she would maybe be the one to blow his mind.

“Grab your things and go home.” Tom’s cold voice sent chills down her spine, he was into this a few minutes ago what happened now?

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Did I stutter? Here are your clothes, get dressed and go. What part don’t you understand?” He threw the clothes on her, her eyes fixed on his face. She could literally kill him with her stare in that moment.

“You’re such a fucking asshole. I thought you liked me.” Her movements were fast, she was ashamed, the feeling of being used disgusted her. How could he be so cold?

“Liked you? Love, things don’t go like this. What made you think you were special Mckenna?” Tom slipped into his bed, tired from the sex and the alcohol in his system.

“It’s Mikaela and fuck off. People are really right about you, you’re an egocentric prick that thinks he could have anyone he wants. One day you will realize that the world doesn’t revolve around you and that using girls is going to cost you but it will be too late.”

“I got you tonight didn’t I?” Tom joked and laughed at her words, making Mikaela more furious and sad. She just remained silent, realizing that he was to stupid to get what she was saying.

“Hey, just be quiet my frat mates are sleeping or something and you can also lock the door when you leave.” The only answer he got was a loud bang that roared in his room, the door almost breaking as she slammed it.

That words got to his brain now. She was definitely right it was too late.

Tom wasn’t the only one that was unable to sleep that night. You were on Harrison’s chest nestled close to him, eyes closed but you didn’t sleep at all like he thought you were. Your chest tightened after the realization that you won’t get a text back from Tom. Maybe you screwed everything up now? Maybe you should have been happy that he was back into your life as a friend and leave it there, you already had someone that fulfilled your dreams. It was just a maybe.

Harrison was the third person awake. He had his arm around you, so happy to know that things were fine between the two of you. Somehow a little feeling didn’t let him close his eyes. He was focused on your breathing and your arms that hugged him tightly like you were afraid he will escape. Everything about you made him feel content and calm. You were his safe place and the love you gave him made him feel like a whole new person. Harrison loved you, he really did but he couldn’t comprehend why Emily occupied his mind tonight. He tried to convince himself it was only because he didn’t saw her in a long time and the conversation, you and everything was too much for him in one night. You could hear him exhaling, dropping his palm to your hair caressing it gently. A small smile formed on your lips, knowing that after all he was there for you and you should be there for him too.

It was 2 in the morning and both you and Harrison almost drifted to sleep, but the sounds of receiving a message made you wide awake again. Your heartbeat sped up just from the thought of Tom, and Harrison’s stopped right at that moment not knowing from who it was. It was his phone, his movements were slow because he didn’t want to wake you up. Disappointment replaced the excitement but curiosity was eating you alive mostly. Who was texting him that late at night? She was the only one that you could think of and when you heard him laughing quietly you couldn’t stay still anymore in the same position. Both Tom and Harrison were making you confused. It was hard to choose what you needed in your life.

-

“Good morning to you too. Did someone steal your morning coffee?”

“Hilarious Anna, look at me I’m crying from laughter.”

“Why so sour today? You know your little neighbour Emma is trying with a lemonade stand? She needs some more lemons there you could definitely help her.” Anna joked, waiting for your mouth to curve into a smile after her stupid joke but unfortunately nothing changed, your mouth still set in a hard line.

“I didn’t sleep well.” You replied in a monotone voice.

“Troubles in paradise?” She questioned, raising her eyebrows waiting for you to say anything related to Harrison or Tom.

“You could say so.”

“Come on Y/N what happened.”

“I honestly don’t know where to begin.” You were exhausted, still worried about your and Harrison’s message. Emily was a gorgeous girl, maybe some feelings were still there? You were angry just from the slightest thought of that, yet you had strong feelings for his best friend. It was selfish, not fair at all, you knew that but you did love him just like you love Tom.

“Kinda worried about Emily.” You leaned your back on the tree you were under, observing the group of students outside.

“What did he say that night?”

“That I misunderstood everything. That they were just talking and sorting things out, that it never crossed his mind to do anything and that I’m the one for him.” Your voice calm, soft towards the end as you remembered his words from that night. Harrison was a treasure, of course you were worried, anyone would love to share a life with him and you would too only if the old feelings weren’t a stupid obstacle.

“Sounds like Harrison. He is the most truthful guy I know. If you ask me nothing to worry about here, you both are doing wonderful.” “And looks like Tom is doing wonderful as well over there.” Anna chuckled, clapping her hands moving her gaze from Tom to you trying to catch your reaction.

Tom and Evelyn? Evelyn as Evelyn from History? How did that happen?

Evelyn was an introverted, stunning girl with an even more beautiful personality. She was a total opposite from the girls that Tom brought to his frat and interacted with on a daily basis. You were glad that he didn’t go for the same, tedious girls, however you couldn’t ignore the knots in your stomach as well as the heart stumbling over its own rhythm when you saw them together. You were jealous and downhearted that he didn’t acknowledge your message and the truth about your feelings.

Anna could see how your jaw tensed from the sight, how your forehead puckered when you saw both of them laughing. Anna didn’t know about them, it was a first and just like you she was once angry to see him change girls every single day not because she was in love with him but because she knew that he was a good guy, because this life isn’t what he wanted.

It was a secret. A stupid thing that happened between them during a summer ending party. They agreed to never tell anyone. Anna would never forgive herself if you found out, especially from someone else so it stayed unsaid. Both of them were shit-faced, laying on the ground laughing uncontrollably.

“We’re probably going to be here until tomorrow.” Tom laughed, knowing that they were too drunk to move a muscle.

“Yeah and I’m stuck with your annoying ass here.” Anna said jokingly, feeling his body getting close to hers.

“My annoying ass? I am extremely interesting if I can add that.” He tried not to stare at his best friend’s tits that looked amazing tonight, but it was like his eyes were glued onto them. Typical Tom.

“Yes? How should I know that?” Anna could feel his eyes on her, she was never into him and she never will be, but alcohol was messing with her head at that moment.

“Should I show you then?” Her body stiffened and before she nodded he pressed his lips on hers while his hands slipped underneath her skirt.

Nothing happened more than kissing and touching and she was glad that they both passed out from the tiredness and amount of alcohol they drank. But still she was feeling stupid because that happened and because he ignored her afterwards. Anna was feeling stupid because the thought of doing something with a boy you loved was eating her alive.

“At least it’s a lovely girl now.” Anna tried to get a reaction out of you, you still looked at him like he was the most wonderful thing you saw. It was the same look he gave you at Amelia’s birthday. She was against you having something with Tom only because you were a soft-hearted girl, a great friend and you deserved someone like Harrison that cared about his partner, not a one time thing. But now she wasn’t sure if you both needed to suffer like that, however she didn’t want to say anything because you didn’t fully open your heart to her.

“Good for him.” You mumbled, bringing your eyes back to the book that was untouched ever since you came here.

-

Harrison didn’t know why or how he agreed on a quick coffee in the coffee shop down the road. If he was honest, the message from that night was a total surprise, he hoped to not hear anything from Emily that soon.

Sorry if I got you in a sticky situation. -Emily

Harrison wasn’t that guy to sleep next to his loved one and text an ex one. He never was and never will be, however he couldn’t explain what was happening at that moment feeling like a complete dumbass. Just like he couldn’t explain the coffee he was supposed to have with Emily. Maybe he just wanted to sort their thing out and finish it forever today.

“Thank you for coming, you know.” Emily almost stuttered, feeling like a teenager again on her first date.

Her breath hitched in her lungs, she was over him right? This was a normal reaction after not seeing him for a long period of time. Emily couldn’t believe she would ever see those eyes and curls after they split that night. Many bitter words were said and so much tears were shed that she thought he wouldn’t even look at her after it in the future if they ever meet somewhere.

“No problem.” He gave her a polite smile before sitting down.

“Got you your usual latte hope you still like it.” Emily missed those days that would start with latte and toast. Everything came back to her at that moment. She didn’t know if it was the smile or his beautiful voice that made it harder to speak.

“Thank you, but I’m an Irish type of guy now.” He added, the scent of the latte in front of him bringing him back to his last flat and mornings that would be full of lazy kisses and snuggles. He didn’t want to remember any of it, he had great mornings now, even better than the previous ones.

“O-Oh sorry didn’t know that.” Harrison just nodded, not knowing what to say.

The silence was awkward, they could feel the thick tension in the air, but neither of them started a conversation. Harrison could see her mouth twitching, it was a thing that happened to Emily when she was nervous. He couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the first time laughing together at that action.

“I’m s-sorry if this is awkward for you after all those years, shouldn’t called you especially now because you have a girlfriend, someone could misinterpret it.” Emily began, still without an answer if he asked why she called him. She didn’t know, but she just needed to see him.

“Emily it’s fine honestly.” Was it thought?

“No. It’s not. I’m sorry for what I put you through. I was stupid okay? Yes I still had feelings for Anthony I thought about him a lot and the marriage? God that was a breaking point for me. You showered me with so much love and attention hoping everything will be all right between us but I fucked it all up.” The tears pooled in her eyes, a lump in her throat was forming making it almost impossible to finish her sentence.

“Just wanted to let you know that you really made me happy in our relationship even if I didn’t show you sometimes and that I figured it out a little bit to late. Just want to know that you forgave me. Nothing else.” She added, avoiding his gaze that would just make it worse for her.

“I already did Emily. A long time ago.” He admitted, his voice soft, eyes on her hair that was once long. Harrison felt his stomach drop after he realized that he was admiring her, remembering every inch of her body and her habits. He didn’t want to feel like this, he had you.

“Don’t cry now please.” His arm extended, reaching out for hers. It was a habit, like a reflex movement.

“I’m so glad you’re happy now.”

For the first time Harrison didn’t confirm that. Yes, he knew deep inside that he indeed was happy but he couldn’t figure it out why he couldn’t say that to her.

“I hope she didn’t misunderstood that evening at the party.”

“Don’t worry.”

They both shared some small talks, giggles and the now cold coffee. It felt good, the reunion both warmed up their hearts like nothing stopped between them. You would cross his mind every now and then, making him anxious. He questioned himself what he was doing or why is he here with a girl that broke his heart and didn’t let him have a loving relationship? He really did, but somehow the thoughts would vanish and he would continue to enjoy his time with Emily.

“We should repeat this. I mean only if you want. As friends of course.” Emily was beaming, heart beating rapidly because of the scent of his cologne and the genuine smile that was plastered upon his face.

“Sure.”

Harrison watched her leave while he sat in his car trying to understand what was happening, and why he said yes for the second time. God he had you, how unfair would it be to treat you like this after you gave him a new chance for love. He didn’t do anything, but he knew that the insecurity would definitely bug him if you agreed on something like this. It was now Harrison’s turn to think about this and see what to do.

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A Different Time, A Different Place; Ch. 6 -- END

Taihei Chairo was born in the winter, on February 9th, and he grew up a loving, bright, and sensitive young boy. Keri cherished him more than anything on the earth. She did not give him his father's last name. Now that he was five and she was working on her masters degree, her parents helped them get a little apartment of their own- close by of course- so they could babysit when she worked or had class.

And then one fateful spring day after his fifth birthday...

“Mommy look!” Taihei gasped as he kept his eyes glued to the screen. The five year old was the image of his father. Messy blond hair, shining blue eyes, a million dollar smile, “A new hero!! They say his name is All Might!” 

“What?” The woman rushed in from the kitchen, “What was the name?” Her forehead glowed. The sudden anxiety rising in her chest was almost deafening as she came to where her son watched television.

“All Might! Look! There he is!” He pointed to the screen. The blue diamonds on his palms and on his forehead separated him from being an almost perfect of Toshinori. The boy had a quirk, but it hadn’t much manifested yet, “Look how big he is mommy!”

Her big blue eyes fixed on the screen as they filled with tears, “Toshinori...” she put a hand over her mouth.

The boy scrunched his nose, “Mom- you feel- sad- whats the matter??” 

“I- I know him Tai...”

“What! You know that man mom?!”

She pushed her hand over her eyes, trying not to cry. It felt like the air was all kicked out of her lungs at once, “I knew him in high school- I though he was dead.” 

“Well he doesn’t look dead to me,” he said matter-of-fact. 

“Come on Tai- come on get your shoes on I’m taking you to Nana’s okay?”

He looked over confused, “What?! Why?”

“I need to find out why he’s here. I need to find out where he’s been.” She moved to pull on the coat she wore. 

“But mommy I don’t understand!” He frowned. 

She took a shaky breath, “Taihei... my love- come here.” 

He walked over and took his mother’s hand as she pulled him into a hug, “Mom.”

Pulling back she looked at him, pushing her hand in his hair, “Honey... that man on the television... he’s your father.” 

“W-what...?” He looked shocked, “M-my dad? But you said..."

“I said he was gone. That he died. I thought he did die honey...” 

His blue eyes filled with tears, “Well let’s go find him!! I want to know why he didn’t stay!! Why he did that to you!” 

“That’s what I’m going to do baby, but you need to go be with Nana so I can find out first. Maybe it’s all a big misunderstanding?”

“I’ll - I’ll beat him up!” 

She let out a small laugh, “My big brave hero, come on now, mommy’s gonna make things right.” 

“Yes mama.”

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Her fist pounded on the door, “OPEN UP TORINO I KNOW THIS IS WHERE YOU LIVE!” She shouted, still banging. 

The older man sighed and shook his head, he saw Toshinori on television this morning - Keri obviously had as well. Coming to the door he opened it, “Keri. Come in, please.”

She walked inside calmly, “You made him leave, didn’t you.” Her body glowed with pure rage and sorrow. 

“You don’t understand.” 

“OF COURSE I DONT UNDERSTAND!” She yelled, “But no one made any effort to help me to understand did they?!” 

“Keri, please, you need to listen to me.” 

“Oh no. I think you need to listen to me!” She shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks, “You NEVER liked us together. And then you send him away from me? Torino- I was PREGNANT.” 

“I know you were pregnant. You have a little boy named Taihei.” 

Keri was shocked into silence for a moment before she clenched her fists, “You knew?”

“Not when he left but shortly after, yes. Recovery Girl and I have been watching over you.”

She let out a mirthless laugh, “Oh my god! So what? He just didn’t care to try and contact me when he gets home? After almost six years??” 

“Keri. He doesn’t know.” 

Putting a hand over her mouth she started to pace, “Oh my god. You didn’t tell him?! What am i supposed to do! Walk up to him and say; hi Toshi you have a whole ass child?!” 

“Keri!” He grunted, “Listen to me. PLEASE.” 

She crossed her arms and scoffed, “Talk old man.”

“You were one of the very few people to know that Nana Shimura was Toshinori’s mentor. And the reason is because he is her successor. The villain that killed her, he knows who Toshi is, he would have come after him before he was ready to fight. I had to send him to America. He had to be away- somewhere this man wouldn’t find him. No one could know. Before he left he begged me to keep an eye on you, to make sure you weren’t being watched. He wanted you to go with him, but you already had college plans and a family. It was safer for you both this way.” 

She looked down, tears falling down her face as she sank to the floor, sobbing, “I - I thought I would never see him again- I- I missed him more than you could imagine!” 

He frowned, “Let me call him. Tell him to come here.”

Keri looked up, “Torino... is it worth it?”

The older man huffed, “Do you love him?”

“Of course I love him! He was everything to me!”

“Then it’s worth it,” he moved to call Toshinori in the other room. Keri just sat against the wall as he spoke softly into the phone. After about two minutes he came back, “He’s on his way. He doesn’t know you’re here. He’s... Keri, he- he’s going to feel like a failure. You have to keep remembering he had no idea. Whenever I talked to him he would mention how much he missed you. Ask if you were safe.” 

She nodded. 

 “Does your son have a quirk?” He said softly.

Looking up she nodded, “Yeah. Can’t tell what it is yet though. It’s got something to do with mine. But he can’t feel emotions and he can’t do what I can do. So whether or not he knows how to unlock it is the issue.” 

Torino nodded, “I’m sure he’ll be incredible.”

She nodded, “He’s so much like Toshinori.” 

“I’ll bet. I saw him once... when you were at the park with him. Little blond boy. He’s cute.” 

“Thank you...” she sighed.

“Keri- you know I’m being sincere when I say it was the only way to keep you and the baby safe.” 

She nodded, “I can feel your guilt.” 

“Could you forgive me?”

Taking a deep breath she tried to think about her coursework toward being a therapist. What she should do, “I’m angry Torino, I’m angry I had to go through pregnancy and labor at eighteen all alone. And get a job, go to school, care for an infant...” 

The older man nodded and frowned, “I’m sorry.” 

Keri nodded, “I forgive you. You were just looking out for him, for us. You know… I’d like it if you could meet Tai. You’d like him… he’s just like his father.” 

He smiled a little, “I would love to meet hi—" The two were interrupted by a knock at the door. Keri felt her whole body freeze and she looked at Gran Torino, who gave her a nod. Walking across the room, he opened the front door, “Hello Toshinori.”

“Hey! I’m glad to see you again so soon, Master! Whats going on?” 

“There is something we need to talk about. Something I’ve kept from you while you were away.” 

“What? What is it?” 

Suddenly, Keri stepped forward, looking up at Toshinori - he’d gotten so much bigger, “Toshi…” 

His blue eyes snapped to the woman and his eyes welled with tears, “Keri?” 

She smiled and wiped her eyes, laughing a little, “Long time no see.” 

“God- Sunflower- I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he came into the room and knelt in front of her, “I’m so sorry I did this to you.” 

Shaking her head she smiled, reaching out to cup his face, “Torino and I talked. We’re good,” she laughed softly, “You got so huge!” 

He laughed a little and leaned into her palm, “You’re just as beautiful - no, more beautiful than I remember.” He blushed and looked at her, “Are you…I mean - have you been… busy?” 

She smiled, “I was… I was busy hoping somehow you weren’t dead and…” she let her eyes flick up to Torino who nodded, “And too busy going to school, and… and raising our son.” 

His face fell slowly with the realization, “Our…” 

“Our son,” she nodded, “I was trying to figure out how to tell you before you disappeared… I had only just found out and then you were gone.” 

He closed his eyes, “I…. Keri, I am so SO sorry you have had to go through this alone- I should have been here. I should have been here for you, and for our child.” 

She moved closer to him, kneeling with him on the floor, “No- no Toshi it was safer this way. Torino and Recovery Girl were watching over us, though I didn’t know it.” 

All Might turned his head and glared daggers at his mentor before standing up, “YOU KNEW!?” 

“ToshI!” Keri stood, grabbing his arm. 

“YOU KNEW SHE WAS PREGNANT? YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!?” He roared at the older man. Shed never seen him like that before. 

Gran Torino looked up at him, “I didn’t know when you left, I found out when she started showing. You were gone, and I wasn’t about to risk you coming back. It wasn’t safe. For you, or Keri.” 

“HOW COULD YOU!? HOW COULD YOU KEEP MY CHILD FROM ME!? WHAT IF SHE MET SOMEONE ELSE! WHAT IF I DID!?” 

Keri walked up behind him, grabbing his arm, “Toshinori! Stop!” 

“NO! THIS ISN’T RIGHT. HE’S ROBBED SIX YEARS OF OUR LIVES WE COULD HAVE SPENT TOGETHER KERI! HOW CAN YOU TELL ME TO STOP! HOW CAN YOU TELL ME YOU AREN’T ANGRY!” He screamed. 

She knit her brows together, “I thought you were dead for six years. And you’re here, in front of me… and… all all you can do is think to scream at your teacher for protecting us? For doing what your hero training required?” 

“You- don’t."

“No! You don’t. I was the one here raising a baby and going to school and going to work and crying and studying and cleaning up throw up and changing diapers before I was nineteen.” She looked down, “I am not blaming you. I’m not even blaming Torino. Life happened and we’re here now. And you are back in Japan, and you have a son.” She put her hands on her hips and huffed, “Now. What are you going to do about it?” 

The twenty-four year old deflated at the emotion of the woman he loved, and he stepped up to her and he lowered his head, “Well… first… I’m going to ask you if you’re seeing anyone?” 

She scoffed and shook her head, “No… I’m not seeing anyone.” 

He smiled, “Me either. There could never have been anyone but you, Sunflower… I dreamed of coming home to you… hoping you’d… have waited for me.” 

“So what is this?” 

“Well I’m asking you if you’ll be my girl. For good, now that I’m back home where I belong.” 

Keri blushed and smiled, “There's a man in my life you’ll have to ask first, Toshinori.” She reached out and touched his chest, “Come home with me… meet your boy.” 

His eyes welled with tears and he smiled, “My son… what’s his name?” 

“Taihei Chairo… though if you play your cards right it could be Taihei Yagi…” She teased. 

“Taihei — Keri, you named him Peace?” 

Blushing she nodded, “You.. you always said the world needed a symbol of peace… so when you were gone… I…” 

He leaned down, tilting her chin up and beaming, tears running down his face, “I love you. More than life.” Leaning down further he kissed her softly. 

Keri wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back before breaking out into sobs, “Oh Toshi!” 

He held her close as he cried, holding her to him he shushed her gently, “Its gonna be okay baby… you know why?” 

She sniffled and shook her head.

“Because I am here.” He whispered into her ear, “And I am never going to leave you again. Or our son. I know he’s probably going to be mad, but… God I haven’t even met him and I love him — what is he like?” 

She laughed softly, looking up and kissing him again, lovingly, “He’s just like his father. Brave, cheerful, an idealist… he wants to be the number one hero.” 

“He- does he have a quirk?” 

She nodded, “He has markings like mine, but there are more of them and they are smaller. Though we cant figure out what the quirk is yet… but he can’t seem to read emotions or project them so, I’m sure when he can harness it, it’ll come natural.” 

“There are… a lot of things I need to tell you.” He took a deep breath and looked at Torino, “She gets to know, everything.” 

The older man nodded, “Its your burden, Toshinori. If you are going to commit yourself to this woman, then its your call.” 

Keri smiled, “Yeah Toshi? You gonna commit yourself to me?” She laughed softly. 

Toshinori picked her up and she yelped, he grinned his million watt smile, “Keri, I committed to you the day I followed you to that ramen shop for your number. Will you marry me? — Uh, after a little while of course.” 

She gasped a bit, “You- you want me to marry you?” 

He laughed, “Of course I do! I love you, we have a child… I want to provide for you and care for you, and be together until we’re little old people. Keri, please… say yes.” 

Leaning in she kissed him, running her hands in his hair, “Yes… Yes Toshinori Yagi, I will marry you.” 

He spun them around, they laughed and he hugged her close before setting her down, “I’ll have to start looking for a nicer home for us. And don’t you worry about working anymore, okay? You focus on your studies from now on. Then you can spend more time with Taihei.” 

She blushed hard and started to sniffle, “Oh Tosh— you don’t have to…”

“Yes I do. If my hero money can’t go to charity and my family than what good is it? I want to be this. I want to be a husband and a father, and a hero. And I want you to be able to follow your dreams.” 

“Okay Toshi.” 

“Besides,” he smirked, “When I open up my agency, you still have to come and work for me.” 

Keri beamed, “You remembered…” 

He winked and turned to face his mentor. Walking over he sighed and held out his hand, “I’m sorry I yelled at you, sir.” 

Gran Torino smiled a little and shook his hand, “I’m sorry I had to keep something like this from you, my boy. Let me meet the lad soon, eh?” He motioned his head, “Get outta here kids.” 

Keri smiled, “I’ll use Toshi’s phone to text you my number okay? I’ll be in touch about meeting Tai.” 

“Alright, I look forward to it.” 

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The couple smiled, Toshinori holding her hand as they walked along the street, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Toshi.” She smiled and took a deep breath, “Taihei is mad you know… he’s the one who saw you on TV. He was really excited there was a new hero and when I heard the name All Might… I knew it was you - I told him that was his daddy. And that II was coming to see you.” 

“I am gonna have to make it up to him.” 

“He said he was gonna beat you up,” she smirked, “He looks just like you Toshi. Unruly blond hair, blue eyes…” 

Toshinori smiled and sighed, “I’m gonna have a lot of explaining to your parents too…” 

“Everyone will understand. You’re a hero, you were being marked by a bad villain, you had to go away. Its a simple and reasonable explanation.” 

“You are taking this so well.” 

She looked up at him, “This morning I was a single mother trying to pay my bills. Now I’m engaged to be married to Japan’s newest and most incredible Hero. And my son has a father.” 

He nodded, “Speaking of engaged, I have to get you a ring.” 

“Nothing big - please? And I’m not just saying that to sound modest.” 

He nodded again, “I know baby, you’re not a show off type of person. It’ll be good, tasteful.” 

“I know honey,” she rubbed his forearm, “Also… what’s going to happen to your popularity when they find out you have a family…” 

“Well, they’re going to want interviews with you, they’re gonna want to be given an exclusive for the wedding…” 

She sighed and smiled, “I guess it comes with the territory of being married to the next number one.” 

He beamed and leaned to kiss her hand, “You think our son will forgive me?” 

“Of course he will. He’s been missing you too. There's a picture of us from back in the day on his night stand. He’ll be mad for a minute but once you explain it, he’ll understand. He is five.” 

“I have a five year old,” he took a deep breath, “Keri, we’re gonna have to have another one.” 

She laughed and looked up, “Oh?” 

“Cause I wanna do this right! I wanna be there for you and your pregnancy and for the babies firsts!” He blushed, “I mean, I know I still have a lot of firsts for Taihei but… you know… a man wants to have more than one kid…” 

“I’ll consider your application and let you know when I make a decision, but I have to say I’m leaning toward yes… it was a compelling case.” She smirked. 

He grabbed her waist and gave it a squeeze as they walked up to Keri’s parents house. 

“I’m sweating.” 

“You’re seven feet tall and built like the Great Wall of china, don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine.” She knocked on the door. 

The sound of small excited footsteps ran to the front door, “Who is it?!” Cried the voice of the small boy. 

Toshi put a hand over his mouth, hearing his son’s voice for the first time. 

“Its your loving mother!” She called back. 

Taihei flung open the door and jumped into his mothers arms. She laughed and spun him around kissing his cheek before setting him down. Taking a deep breath she cupped his cheek, “Taihei… this is Toshinori Yagi, your dad.” 

“H-hey, Taihei…” 

The boy looked up at him and blushed, tears welling in his eyes, “Y-you look… different than your picture….” 

“I did get a little bigger while I was away…” he gave a small smile. 

Taihei started to cry, All Might knelt down instantly, “Why didn’t you want us— why— why did you leave? D-did you not want me?” 

“Oh no- no Taihei… no that’s not it at all.” 

“Then why! Why did you leave me and mom!” The boy’s forehead and palms started to glow blue before his entire body became engulfed in blue energy. 

“Honey- calm down,” Keri looked surprised - this had never happened before. 

“WHY DID YOU LEAVE US ALL ALONE!?” Punctuated on the alone was a burst of energy that shot forward, knocking All Might over and onto the ground. It looked like a… beam of some kind. Like rings of light flying from his body and hitting his father, “WHY DIDN’T YOU LOVE US ENOUGH?!” 

Sliding onto his ass he put his arm up to try and shield himself from the burst attacks coming from his son, “Taihei— ah—“ he looked down as blood started coming from his forearm. 

“Taihei! Stop it!” Keri’s hand flew to his back, her form glowing pink, “Calm down- calm down baby… please…” 

As soon as the boy was calmed enough by his mother to stop crying, he ran toward Toshinori and jumped into his arms, sobbing, “Dad I’m sorry!” 

He looked at Keri with wide eyes as he wrapped his large arms around his son, crying himself, “Don’t be sorry, son… that was incredible! You’re so strong!” After taking a deep breath, he rubbed the back of his head, “I’m the one that’s sorry Taihei… for not being here for you when you needed me.” The boy just kept crying, hugging his father’s neck. Toshi continued, “When I was younger, there was a really bad man after me. My teacher tried to fight him to stop him, and she died… and after that, your mom was the only person I cared for in the whole world. And to make sure she stayed safe… and didn’t get hurt by the bad man - I had to go away for a while. But I didn’t know she was going to have you… and your mom didn’t know where I went… I couldn’t tell her. To protect her. But I knew I was going to come back. And once I did I was gonna find her. But - I guess she found me first.” 

Taihei sniffled and looked at him, “What happened to the bad man?” 

He took a deep breath, “Someday I’m sure I’ll have to fight him. But its not today. Today I’m not a hero - I’m just your dad. And I am so lucky to be able to meet you, and tell you how much I love you.” 

“You’re not gonna leave again…?” 

Smiling he wiped the boys cheeks gingerly, “No, Tai, I’m staying right here. Your mom and I were talking about getting a house. Would you like that?” 

“A house!? You mean like - with a yard!?” He gasped. 

Toshi laughed and nodded, “Yeah, a yard just for you to play in. We can play any time you want and mom wont have to work so hard anymore. She can focus on school and her dreams.” 

“You… you really wanna do this for us?” Tai sniffed. 

Toshinori leaned forward and kissed his head, “Son, I would move the stars in the sky if you wanted me to. I will never leave you again. I promise.” 

Taihei hugged him again, “I- I love you dad!” 

Keri was fanning her eyes, “You two are absolutely killing me!” She was smiling so brightly looking at her two boys. 

“Come over here then, mama!” Toshinori smirked and opened his other arm. 

Tai laughed, “Yeah mom! Come here!” 

Keri laughed and walked over, sitting on Toshinori’s thigh and wrapping her arms around both her son and her fiancé, “I love you both, more than life.” She kissed Taihei’s cheek, and then Toshinori’s. 

All might just held onto them both, “I am the luckiest man in the whole world to have such a beautiful family…” 

“You’re gonna stay at our home until we get a new one, right dad?” 

Toshi looked at his girl and she nodded. Grinning he looked at him, “Your home is right where I want to be.” 

“OUR home, dad.” Tai hugged him again. 

Keri leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, “Yes Toshi, our home.” 

Toshi sighed contented and then blinked, “Hey! Are we gonna talk about that quirk, boy!? That was incredible!” 

Tai blushed, “Th-that’s never happened to me before! I - I was so angry that I… I don’t know I… I could feel it bursting out of me…. like… like…” 

“Like a supernova,” Keri smiled, “Like a little exploding star!” 

“Supernova!” Toshinori grinned, “That’s a great hero name!” 

The little family talked softly there on the lawn of her parents home, holding each other and sharing little stories and jokes. And for the first time in a long time, even since coming back to Japan, Toshinori felt like he was truly home. He finally had a family.

 And he promised himself he was going to be the best husband and father that there ever was...

THE END -- for now.

[seijohsfairy]

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻

Being addicted to the wrong people is one thing. Being addicted to you is a whole other ballpark.

tw incest, very brief somno (? not really but just to be sure), little angsty thank you to my babies @/bakatenshii​ and @/writeiolite​ for the support ♡

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For seven months he had fasted, starved in place of the gluttonous monotony of living life like he had been up to that point; swallowed uselessly around nothing but air. And then you had jumped into his arms at the airport like you’d missed him more than life itself and with the first breath of your familiar smell of your face buried into the crook of his neck, his addiction had been as present as ever. If not more.

He’d driven you both home in the old, banged up car that he’d given you as a parting gift, and listened to your soft voice in the darkness of the road. Not daring to turn to you fully, should the vindictive truth stuck to the roof of his mouth scare you away.

It’s not like he doesn’t know that it’s wrong. Hajime has always been good at knowing what’s wrong and what’s right, the thoughts about you falling without doubt in the former. He knows, he knows, he knows and yet; as he looks down on your face, pressed so close to his drumming heart where he carries you inside, allowing the guilt to chew him up and spit him out discarded, it doesn’t feel like it did when he was half a world away. It doesn’t feel dim, like grabby hands at his brain. More feverish than reason, ripping through his soul like a wet piece of paper.

With nails and teeth and ripping it’s ugly way to the surface like it had at every teenage pool party he had to fish your drenched, exhausted body to the side and you’d smile at him like he’d hung the moon and all of her companions high in the black abyss. Like he had when you’d fall asleep on his shoulder, mumbling in your sleep for him. Marked with streaks of warm, gushing sin like the blood that pumps through his arteries and colors his skin. You curl into a small ball when he puts you down on the unoccupied side of his bed, one that’s been abandoned and unused for months.

You let out a small whine. As much as he wishes to resist, habit comes faster than his brain can catch up and he’s already kneeling next to you, brushing your hair away from your face. You look so peaceful, undisturbed by the loud crunching of his brain where he sits. When he’s sure you’re not having a bad dream, he lets out a sigh. His face drops forward to allow it rest against your temple, nose pushed up against it in a futile attempt to calm his raging heart. He can’t look at you that long in the darkness, not when he’s so deprived it might split him in two and spill out at the seams.

But he presses a kiss to your hair, because in every way you have a hold over him. You still smell like the same shampoo, the same perfume. With your breathing calm and soft, he peels himself back enough to stare at your face again. Lashes dark, resembling flowers reaching for the sun. Lips dropped slightly open. The thoughts like a pack of wild dogs, unwilling to let go of him. Because it is written in big, bold letters as law that you are his, and he belongs to you irrevocably. Scared to chip or break you any further with his dirtied hands and worse ideas, he gets up from the floor to strip of the clothing of the long journey.

He should sleep on the couch, he knows, but desire is a terrible thing and he can’t think of being anywhere but near you now that he can finally hold you again. As much as he wishes it, he was never sober of you. In a shirt and his boxers, he slips into the free side of the bed, dipping it under his weight. Even in your sleep you seem to sense this, sense him, because you move back until the hard lines of his chest are against you. Your smaller form still fits as perfectly as it did when you much younger. With a shaky sigh, he allows himself to encase you in his arms, only this much and he convinces himself he’ll be sated. A prayer, a plea of forgiveness should any gods feel like hearing it now.

His body is slotted against you, around you. But you’re not contented with this closeness, never have been and it’s the thing Hajime always dreaded most about you when he started growing into his shape. The absolute love with which you touch him, take him, have him as yours entirely. Unknowing just how much he wants you. He feels like a disgusting, deprived creature when the touch of you makes his breathing hitch. “Niichan,” you whisper for him, and he responds by pressing his face into the exposed part of your neck. Yes, he knows it is as wrong as it is to long for you like a lovesick fool. But the darkness of what’s wrong will never take precedence over the brightness that you cary. The devotion you have for him even in your sleep.

Fuck. He shuffles his hips away from you a bit, ignoring your disgruntled twitch to place his hand on your hip and ground you in place. “Shh,” he breathes to you, scared to raise the volume any higher should you wake. “Niichan is here. I’m here.” You wouldn’t hate him if you were to wake up, that’s what’s worst of all. You’ve always been most protective over your big brother, standing up for him despite never hearing him say the words aloud. He didn’t need it, towering over your tiny, nimble shape before he even reached middle school and never differing since, but you had stuck through it nevertheless.

Your big brother first, all others vying for your attention second. He’s selfish when it comes to you. But no, this is too much for him. You wiggle in his grasp like you’re desperate to connect at every point of your bodies and even though he prays that you’ll settle down, you don’t. You’re unrelenting, and at this point he’s afraid you’ll wake yourself up. So he gives in with a noise, a sigh or a soft moan, slotting his body along the entire length of yours closer, too close. The hand on your hip releases its grip to slide a little lower, stuttering when it glides over the warm expanse of your thigh.

Feather-light touches enough to make his brain short circuit. His body feverish. He almost passed out when you’d wrapped your legs around him in the hug at the airport, skirt riding up way too high for comfort. He thinks of that now, the little noise of approvement you had made when his hands came to support your butt, trying to steady his grip. His hand freezes instantly when you whimper, turning over. “Missed you, Haji—nii,” you push your lips together into the cutest pout, rolling until your face is in his chest, and you drape your leg to rest in between his ones. Hajime stays frozen for what feels like eternity, attempting to think of anything worth distracting him from the rise of your chest as it pushes up against him, but it’s a useless endeavor.

He swallows, having to stay exactly in place not to fall off the side of the bed. Your beaming, gentle body pressed to the hard ridges of his, breath on his throat and thigh pressed in between his legs. The urge to shove you away from him, to hide far from his shame, guilt, longing trickles down his veins like hot tar. So this is what torture feels like. His body doesn’t have anywhere to escape. It’s glued to your hips, your arms reaching up to cling to his shirt. As foolish as he knows it to be, there’s no fiber in his body that wants to be away from you. So he does what Hajime does best, and deflects to draw attention elsewhere.

Your big brother rests his lips on your face, peppering all the kisses that have piled up for months onto your face, your nose, cheeks, forehead. He picks up your hand and presses kisses to your fingertips, your palm, the inside of your wrist. For a moment he wonders that if he were to listen, your heartbeat might just be failing like his is. But that thought is gone when you shuffle, wiggling closer and pressing your leg higher in the process. He stops breathing. No, this is too much. He won’t survive tonight. “Hey, wake up,” he softly shakes your hand in his larger one, putting on his best big brother voice. It can’t be very convincing, but your eyes have yet to open so it’s a forgivable offense. Hajime knows he’s pink in the face, but there’s no other way to avoid death. Not when it comes to you.

“Can’t sleep ‘cause of m’fucked up timezones,” he explains, “but if you’re clinging to me like this, I can’t go.” He’s not even sure if you understand him, eyes still fluttering, thick with sleep. He smiles, unable to help it. Ever so gently, he starts prying his shirt out of your death grip. You shift towards his body at the disturbing motion, and it takes all of his willpower to ignore your leg as it presses up more against him again. You’re not doing it on purpose. You’re not. But his head is swirling with the pressure, so scared that if you get any closer at all you’ll finally know how fucked up he is. That can’t happen, it can’t—

“Don’t leave me,” you say. It’s a hollow and fearful sound. He freezes. Hand on yours and long legs tangled with your smaller body and his face so close to yours that it’s impossible not to see how soft your lips look, how much they look like they’re made for him. He swears at himself thinking that for what feels like hours. But this isn’t about him anymore, not when you open your eyes and wetness clings to your lashes. Even in the complete darkness, you’re still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Please don’t leave me again, Hajime nii.” You’re panicked, knuckles turning white from the strain. His heart breaks a little more at the sight.

He lifts a hand to brush his knuckles over your cheek, with the complete tenderness of touching something made of sand. Like you could crumble into nothing should he be too rough, too harsh, too— him. He knows he wasn’t fair to you when he left, barely saying goodbye for longer than a second and willing himself to ignore the absolute dread in his stomach, but he didn’t expect it to be like this. Like he was the sole reason for your suffering. “I’m so s-”

“I know you had to go,” you cut him off, pouting at the ceiling, “I know you had to, and I’m really proud of you.” You’re crying now, you can’t help it. His absolute mortification of being this close to you mixes with his urge to protect you, and he sits up to tug you into his arms despite knowing better. “I just don’t want you to forget about me,” you sniffle, hiding your face into his neck. Your lips are at his collarbones, pressing a gentle kiss there. His resolve crumbles with the second.

But in this he can’t be lenient. He’ll never allow you to think you’d fade from him. “Oi,” he says, wincing at the overly familiar tone. Doesn’t matter, really. He is familiar. He is family. That’s exactly why this closeness shouldn’t drive him crazy, yet it’s exactly the reason he diagnoses himself with insanity. “I am never, ever, going to forget you. You’re my everything, I know I don’t say it enough. I will never be able to think of anyone more than I think of you, every day.” He pulls his hands through your hair softly, hating the way you’re looking at him even now. With a reverence that should be reserved to no one man.

He hates how much he longs for you to stay right here. In his lap, brushing up against him in your cute panties and your flimsy shirt that leaves little to the imagination. He looks away from you, to glance at the covered window instead. “I don’t like saying it out loud because that is like speaking it into reality,” he confesses. You’re quiet, tears dried by just the sound of his voice. He’s quiet too.

But then you move, and at once he’s struck by lightning from heaven itself. His eyes still fluttering, struggling to understand. You’re kissing him, like you used to do when you wanted to comfort him before he got to middle school and he told you off for that exact thing. It’s not long, but so much longer than he would’ve asked for, it sets him alight. His brain frenzied, he feels you pull back. Hajime presses forward though, toppling into you like the broken thing he is and he grabs your face between his two palms to kiss you, really kiss you. You make a noise, opening your mouth when he pushes his entire body into you, shaking with how hard it aches. More, more, he kisses like he’s chasing life itself. Your lips are so soft, sweet against his and building him to a high. And you moan out something he can’t make out, sounding so small and sacred and he hates having tainted you with his filth.

It sends him away from you, his mouth ripped from yours to breathe. Heaving over on top of you, hands either side on his knees like the begging monster he is, he waits. Eyes shut so tightly it burns. He can’t bring himself to see the hatred on your face too, he already has too much of it himself. So he waits, for something to save his soul before it’s eaten away entirely by guilt.

Your hands come to cup his face. Of course that something is you. He always underestimated your goodness growing up, he probably still does now. But he still shakes his head in those soft palms, too fearful and too pained. You smile, he can hear it in your voice. “I love you, Hajime nii. Even if you say nothing at all.” You move under him to wrap your arms around his body, tugging him towards the bed. He could resist if he wanted to, he knows he could. He gives in to you each time though, always. And he allows you to press kisses on his lips until he finally cracks open his eyes to linger them where your heart is. He’s doused, drenched in shame and self-doubt, glancing for a sign from you.

But you smile. You rest your hand on the back of his head and smile at him and God— he swears his heart swells with love until it chokes him. “I know you love me. You have for a long time,” you say. You’re petting at his chest, hand pressed between your two bodies as you gaze at him, star-eyed. “And I’ve loved you for even longer.” You lift your head to press your lips over his ear. “It’s going to be okay, I’m never going anywhere. I love you, oniichan. I love you so much.”

“I can’t,” he mumbles, frowning so deep it might stay. “It’s wrong.” All the strength has long left his muscles. Even before he arrived at the airport today, he’d run himself ragged trying to save you. But in the low light of the room, pressed so close, you seem happy to belong to him. “I don’t want to be the thing that ruins you,” he is able to bring out, but it’s lost when you roll your body against his, clinging, asking.

“Please, niichan. I don’t want you to run away from me anymore.” You kiss him, and the whine in your throat is a plea. “I can’t pretend again, please don’t make me do it again.” Your face hovers so near him that it makes his head spin, your warmth and the last of your perfume digging into his weakened state.

He’s begging for the world to save him as much as you’re begging for him to drag you into the abyss. And after spending his entire lifetime with you, he should have known. You’d always have a power over him that no one else did. He kisses you. Tastes you, devours you, never letting go. He shoves your shirt up and over your head, littering you in all the built up love he’s spent too long collecting. The brunet presses his lips and wet tongue to the plush of your chest, groaning at the sheen it leaves behind on your skin. But he’s back to your lips soon enough, unable to get his fill. Maybe that’s his punishment for leaving you behind, he thinks, that he’ll never be entirely saturated of you.

Not that he won’t try. Hajime licks at the inside of your mouth and sucks on your tongue, moaning into you like you’re saving him of a world of pain. And you cling to him, so close. Your legs wrap around him to keep him right in place atop you. He rolls his hips into your doughy center, mouthing at your neck, your collarbones. He hovers his lips next to your head, his chest flush with yours. You can feel his heart as it bangs viciously against the bone cage. “You’re beautiful.” He grinds his hips into you with a pant. And then he lifts himself up onto his elbows so he can look at you with the most loving gaze you’ve ever seen flicker in his bright eyes, pressing two fingers at the seam of your mouth.

You open your lips for him and encase the digits with your tongue, sucking softly as he growls your name. He remembers the night that had scared him half a world away like it was only a few hours ago. You’d had too much alcohol, and he’d had too much frustrations running through his blood to control himself when Shittykawa had dropped you off, saying something about ‘taking better care of you than your big brother did’. It had snapped the last of his strings, and he’d never been so mad at you. Because deep down he feared more than anything being left behind in your shadow.

You had forgiven him so quickly, like always. You did when he had his first kiss with a girl from his class, someone he played spin the bottle with. You did when he brushed off your concerns about his health regarding his volleyball, saying he knew himself best. You did when he kissed you after you’d first told him about your fears of going to university and that you felt alone and confused without him. You did when he left, too. Now he watches in fascination as you suckle at his fingers, dragging them out to wet your lips, your chest, down your body and into your panties. He’ll make it up to you. He will.

As a small drop of sweat rolls down his chest, you call out for the person you love most, in a million words how you express it best. Loud, vibrant, colorful. And Hajime…

He loves you, always. Even saying nothing at all.

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Listen, big brother hajime has been living in my brain rent free for the last month and I just had to write smt gentle for him before going back to my degenerate bullshit so,, I was feeling pretty emo when i was writing this and it shows ((: but I still hope you enjoyed it!! thank you so much for reading!

[franboos]

I don’t want to be your friend i want to kiss you neck

a vds college roommate fic

written by @livsisa and me <3

word count: 2380

chapter three, part 1

previous chapter

it is a quiet night in the house. Lucas is sitting at his desk in his room deeply concentrated, working on a drawing. Jens and Ely are both out with their friends, Annabell is visiting family for the weekend and Isa is already asleep because she had a rough night last night.

The only sound you can hear, beside his pencil that gently scrapes over the paper, is the music coming from his record player. He has a whole collection with a lot of different lp’s. He likes how you can hear the crackle from the vinyl, It makes the music more real.

He enjoys nights like these. When it’s just him, his music and his art. It is calming.

He didn’t expect that peace to be disrupted by some loud banging noises coming from downstairs.

Lucas groans. He hates it to be snapped out of concentration.

He drops his pencil and grabs his phone to check the time. “Oh fuck,” he grumbles. It is 03:32 am.

This happens a lot when Lucas is in a trance with his work. He totally loses track of time.  But before he can zone back in, someone starts talking downstairs, with a voice way too loud for Lucas’ liking at this hour.

He sighs deeply, he really wants them to stop yelling. So he gets up and goes downstairs, ready to tell whoever it is to shut up.

When he gets to the right floor he doesn’t expect to see a slightly drunken Jens standing there with a girl clinging to his side who’s pressing kisses along his neck while Jens slides his hands down her back. Something deep inside him ached at the sight.

“Luc!” Jens almost screams when he sees him. Jens disconnects himself from the girl and stumbles over to Lucas, embracing him in a - maybe too tight - hug.

Lucas doesn’t really know how to react. Jens is so close. Fuck that, not just close, he is literally glued against Lucas’ body.

Lucas crunches up his nose, Jens reeks of alcohol and weed. “Uh, hi,” he says while lightly patting Jens on the back.

He looks up to the girl for a second, who is still standing there with a slightly confused look on her face, but then returns his attention back to Jens, who is hanging onto him like a koala.

“Jens…” he whispers in his ear, “you okay?”

Jens hums in reply and nuzzles his face in Lucas’ hair. “smells like coconut.”

“Okay Jens,” Lucas puts his hand on Jens’ shoulders and tries to push him off, only to fail. “Do you want to introduce me to your friend?”

“My friend?” Jens’ voice is muffled by Lucas’ hair.

“Yes, the girl you brought home Jens,” Lucas says, his voice coming out harsh.

Lucas feels Jens’ body tense up before he slowly lets go of Lucas.

“Right” Jens clears his throat “this is, uh,” he looks at the girl, then back at Lucas. “Uh,” he stammers and looks at the girl again.

Lucas gives the girl an apologetic smile but she just rolls her eyes and steps forward. “I’m Jade,” she sticks her hand out and Lucas accepts it.

“Lucas.”

Jens giggles and grabs Jade’s arm, tugging her away from Lucas. He turns around and drags her behind him into his bedroom. “Bye Luc,” he calls out before slamming his door shut.

“Okay, bye I guess,” Lucas says into the empty hall, not moving away from where’s standing.

Jens is with a random girl in his room, alright, that’s normal for a guy to do right? Then why does Lucas feel like someone ripped a hole in his chest? Perhaps because there was a part of him that hoped Jens liked him, now it´s obvious that he doesn’t, at least not as more than a friend. It was a stupid thing for him to hope for, he feels ridiculous for even thinking he might have a chance with Jens, he isn’t even into guys.

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The next morning Lucas is sitting next to Isa at the table in the living room.

“And after he clung on me for what felt like hours, he just took her to his room!” Lucas says annoyed. “Can you believe that?” He slams down his mug on the table, a few drops of coffee spilling over the brim.

“Awh, Jens missed you!” Isa teases.

“Ugh, shut up, you don’t get it. They were so loud.”

“You know that my room is next to Jens’ right? I heard enough,” she giggles.

“omg,” Lucas groans, “stop talking about it.” He tucks his head in his arms.

“You’re the one who started this conversation!”

The door to the living room opens, revealing a sleepy Jens wearing nothing but a pair of black sweats. “Good morning,” He yawns.

Lucas swallows, keeping his eyes on Jens as he walks over to the table.

“Good morning,” Isa says, way too excited for Lucas’ liking, “I heard you had fun last night,” she smirks, taking a sip from her coffee, eyes darting from Jens to Lucas.

Lucas elbows Isa in her side and sends her an annoyed look. “what?” she says, still giggling as she pushes back her chair. “I have somewhere else to be.” she blows both of them a kiss before turning around and walking out of the room, leaving Jens and Lucas behind.

“About last night,” Jens sighs, “I didn’t mean to-”

But before he can finish Lucas cuts him off. “don’t worry about it, okay?” He shrugs, trying to look casual but he knows the harsh tone in his voice gave him away.

Jens is about to say something else, but before he can do so, the door to the living room opens again.

“There you are,” Jade smiles, she's wearing one of Jens’ shirts, the maroon-coloured one he was wearing on the day Lucas met him.

Jens doesn't look at her though, he doesn't even say anything, he just frowns at Lucas.

She walks up to him and winds her arms around him from behind and gives a soft kiss to his shoulder. All this time Lucas keeps his eye contact with Jens and he isn’t planning on looking away.

“Jens?” she questions because he still hasn’t said anything yet.

“Hm?” he finally answers, “I’m gonna get some breakfast.”

he detangles himself from her and walks to the kitchen. Jade looks a bit confused, she takes place at the table across from Lucas. “So, how is it going, living here with that crackhead in your house twenty-four seven?” she asks.

Deep inside his head, Lucas groans. Why does she need to talk to him? He really doesn’t feel like having a conversation with the girl Jens slept with last night, but he tries to keep his face natural.

“It’s good, and Jens is chill just like the other housemates.”

“You aren’t from Belgium, are you? Since your accent is different.”

What’s with all the questions, Lucas thinks. Can’t she just shut up?

“I’m from the Netherlands,” he says dryly.

“Ah yes, that’s what I thought. You sound so cute!”

“Can you stop with all the questions,” he groans.

Whoops, there goes his ‘be natural’ plan.

Jade frowns. “Did is say something wrong?”

“Maybe it’s just better if you go,” he says with a straight face.

He didn’t expect Jens to walk back from the kitchen just as he said that with a big bowl of cereal in his hand. He was just taking a bite when Lucas said it, so now he was standing still, a few steps away from the table with his mouth full of cereal.

It is quiet for a few seconds. Jens tries to swallow his cereal without choking on it, which he kind of fails doing because all the attention is on him and he starts coughing.

“I’m sorry, but do you have like a problem with me?” Jade asks confused and a little irritated. She leans back in her chair, crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him.

Lucas suddenly doesn’t dare to look at Jens, because he feels his eyes on him and he doesn’t want to know what his expression is. So he keeps his eyes on jade who is still glaring at him.

“Luc…” Jens says. “Calm down okay.”

“Jade, I just… I-” he throws his hands in the air, contemplating what to say. “I just haven’t slept well last night, okay, and I’d rather just not have any guest here right now,” he says while looking down at the table.

Everyone stays silent so he dares to look up at Jens who gives him a puzzled look.

“Okay well, if that’s the case then I better go,” she says already standing up.

Jens walks to the table and puts down his cereal bowl. But before he gets a chance to have a say in the conversation Jade is already walking into the hallway. He sighs and gives Lucas another look before turning around and catching up on Jade.

She is walking up the stairs to Jens his room, so he skips after her. He doesn’t say anything for a while but leans against the door frame and just watches her as she squeezes into her jeans from last night.

She takes off her shirt, well his shirt, and throws it as his face. “So you’re just gonna let him send me away? Without any protest?” she snaps.

Jens gets kind of distracted by the fact that she’s half-naked and he has to force himself to look at her face. “Jade please, I-”

“Save the speech Jens,” She snatches her top from the floor and pulls it over her head, slightly messing up her hair. “If I knew you had a crush on your roommate I wouldn’t have slept with you in the first place.”

“Excuse me what the fuck? Where did you get that from,” he says and pushes himself off the doorframe, he feels the anger and confusion bubble up inside him. Why the hell would she think that?

“I feel so stupid,” she groans and sits down on the bed to slip on her heels. “Did you want to make him jealous or something?”

“What the hell, no!” he steps further into the room.

“Okay Jens, whatever, but I’m leaving.” She grabs her bag off his desk chair and walks out of his room.

Jens follows her down the stairs. “Well at least you’re walking me out,” she huffs, looking back over her shoulder.

“You know, I really did nothing wrong here,” he says.

“You’re so stupid, you know that Jens? I hope you figure your feelings out soon.”

She opens the door and walks out.

Before Jens closes the door, when she’s already crossing the street he screams, “Lucas was right, all of you questions are fucking annoying!” and just because he can, he adds, “And it wasn’t even a good fuck!” Then he aggressively slams the door shut.

He leans his forehead against de door.

He can’t seem to stop thinking about what Jade just told him. She was apparently seeing something that he still can’t see. he likes all his roommates equally. Maybe he sometimes spends a little bit more time with Lucas, but what does that really say? Some people just get along better with a certain person. They have a lot in common, but there are also so many differences between them. Sometimes it is not as good to be totally the same. It is fun and interesting to get to know each others views in life.

“Did you want to make him jealous.”

Did he? It isn’t new that he takes a girl home, he does that regularly. But why did it feel different this time? Jens has so many questions that his head almost starts spinning. He turns around so that he leans with his back against the door.

But then he remembers that Lucas did just threw Jade out of here. It wasn’t his date. He had no right to do such a thing. Jens doesn’t even care about Jade, just that Lucas made the decision for him.

His confusion is now replaced with anger again. He pushes himself away from the door and walks back up the stairs to the living room.

He pushes the door open with a little to much force which makes Lucas, who is still sitting at the table, lookup.

“What was that for?” he says while walking closer to Lucas.

“Calm down Jens,” he says while taking another sip of his coffee.

“Calm down? You want me to calm down? You literally just forced Jade out of the house.”

“Yeah well, you didn’t seem to have a problem with that just a minute ago.” Lucas snaps back.

Jens takes a deep breath. “Why are you acting so bitchy Luc. You had no right to do this”

Lucas puts his mug down on the table and sighs. “Yesterday you guys just waltzed in while making way to much noise for that hour, and when I came downstairs to check out what was happening, you saw me and just started clinging to me" he recalls, "why did you even do that?" he says, confusion written all over his face.

“I did what?” Jens’ eyebrows shoot up.

“You hugged me, like really tight. You wouldn't get off me. You don’t remember…?”

Jens isn’t sure but for a split second, he sees hurt flash through Lucas eyes.

“No… last night is kind of a blur.”

“You know, it’s fine. I’m sorry for throwing Jade out, but I have a lot of school work to do so I’m gonna head to my room,” Lucas says while standing up, avoiding Jens’ gaze.

Jens doesn’t say anything else, he just lets him walk out of the living room.

“Fuck,” Jens whispers to himself. He is sure there is a real reason why Lucas didn’t want Jade here, but he just can’t figure it out. How did he let this escalate so quickly, they were fine yesterday.

“If I knew you had a crush on your roommate…”

“Stop,” he mutters to himself. He just wants to forget about his conversation with Jade, but all her comments keep popping up in his head. Could she be right?