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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years

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The Covenant: Gains

Poly Sons of Ipswich x Reader

Word Count: 2,802

Summary: Trying to take advantage of their gym membership, reader starts working with a devastatingly attractive personal trainer. And his friend is pretty hot, too.

The gym was still new for you but you had been coming consistently enough that you felt comfortable there. You knew what times equipment would be available and what times the crowds would be too much (week days 3-5:30 was like competing in the Hunger Games.)

Cardio always came before strength exercises because your muscles would be too fatigued otherwise.

And on Tuesdays and Saturdays they played your favorite music on the loud speakers so you didn’t have to bother with headphones on those days.

Still, you weren’t an expert by any means.

In fact, you were still hesitant to call yourself a gym-goer because you’d seen the workouts other people did and you definitely weren’t doing that. There was no strategy, you just did what you felt like doing on any given day. You were impressed by their discipline though.

Maybe, most likely, it would benefit you to incorporate some of that into your own routine.

The gym had a personal trainer program and you figured that would be the best bet—much easier than trying to figure it out on your own.

Poking around the website, you found the section that explained the process. The design was modern and intuitive, and it was easy to book an appointment: the only information you needed to provide was your name, the date/time, and what trainer you wanted.

The first two things were easy to fill out but the last had you a little stumped; you weren’t familiar enough with any of the trainers to request anyone by name even with the drop-down menu that listed out all of the choices. For a second, you were tempted to forget about the whole thing but luckily, there was an option for ‘no preference’ and anxiety levels dropped off as you selected it.

Appointment booked, you went on with the rest of your night, focus shifting to what sounded good to eat for dinner.

A week later, you found yourself in the gym’s front lobby, arms crossed and foot tapping. Since it was the first time, there was no harm in arriving early. The directions on the website had said to wait there for the trainer but so far there was no sign of them. Granted, there was still five minutes until the scheduled start so it would be unfair to start complaining about them just yet.

Rolling your neck to alleviate some of the tension, you paused mid-stretch, neck awkwardly craned like a gaggling turkey, when a man walked out. He was without a doubt the most attractive man you’d seen at the gym to date.

Thick dark hair that curled just above his ears. Warm brown eyes and an even warmer smile. Tanned skin that wrapped around arms that had just the right amount muscle: toned but not bulky. All in all, a good looking man.

You tracked him as he glanced around the area, looking for something—his eyes suddenly met yours and you straightened up in embarrassment—or someone. “Y/N?” he questioned.

You throat was so dry, it was painful to swallow. “That’s me.”

It didn’t seem possible but his smile grew even brighter. He stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you. I’m Caleb and I’ll be your trainer today.”

Good karma most certainly at work here. How else could you explain being lucky enough to have the hottest guy in the gym be the trainer? Whatever the case, you weren’t going to look this particular gift horse in the mouth.

He gestured you forward with a wave of his hand and followed you to the main workout area. There was slight pressure to staying cool and collected with him behind you.

“I’m going to start you off with some jogging to warm-up. Do you want to use the track or hop on a treadmill?”

“Treadmill is fine. It’s what I normally use.”

You stepped up onto the belt and fiddled with the settings to establish a pace you felt comfortable with. The machine started up with a loud hum and your arms and legs began to pump. Normally, you’d have your earphones in to distract yourself with music but they weren’t that day so that you could hear Caleb if he said anything to you.

Good thinking, really, since he did indeed start chatting.

“So how long have you been a member?” he asked.

Determined not to sound steady, you took a few moments to normalize your breathing. “About two months. But this is the first time I’ve worked with a professional,” you added at the end.

It was hard to hear his laugh over the treadmill but the hitching of his shoulders gave him away. “Thanks, but I’m not really a professional. I just have a training certification is all.”

Huh. Attractive and humble. If you weren’t careful, you’d develop a full-blown crush in no time.

“A certification sounds professional to me,” you insisted. There. That wasn’t flirty at all. You were merely sharing an opinion.

Jogging passed by faster than it usually did even without music. Evidently, all that was needed to make a run enjoyable was good conversation and an even better view.

You powered off the treadmill and gradually transitioned to a walk and then a full stop. A single bead of sweat trailed down the side of your face but before you could wipe it away, only to stumble after being patted on the back by Caleb.

Those muscles were not just for show.

You had mixed feelings about him giving you props for completing the warm up. On one hand, you were a little insulted because even you could handle jogging for ten minutes. On the other, it was nice to have him flatter you. And he seemed to type to mean his compliments.

“Thanks,” you said almost like a question as you plopped down to stretch.

“Really,” he insisted. There wasn’t any level of patronizing tone that you could detect. “You’d be surprised by how many people I work with that complain about running.”

“Really?” you exclaimed with surprise. “I wouldn’t say I love running but it’s not terrible. Better than swimming anyway.”

“Whoa, now. I’ll have you know that I was a big swimmer in high school.”

The friendly banter about the woes, or in his case, the highs of swimming got you through the stretches he showed you. Occasionally, there would be a pause while he corrected your posture but once you fixed your position, the banter started up again.

Finally, you conceded, “I will admit that swimming did wonders for your shoulders though.”

He looked away with a bow of his head. He smiled but it was closed lipped, no teeth on display. Oops. That comment may have been a bit too forward. Rather than draw more attention to it, you diverted attention to the actual work out.

Seeming to be of the same mind, Caleb dropped it, too, and set you up at a weight bench. He must’ve have seen the doubt on your face.

“Don’t worry,” he assured. “I’m not going to have you squatting 300 pounds or anything crazy. Here. Take this and we’ll start with some dumb bell rows.”

He handed you a twenty-pound weight, the smooth metal cool against your palm. The weight was noticeable but not so heavy you struggled to hold it. A month or two of this and your arms would actually tone out pretty nice.

You peered subtly at Caleb behind you. You wouldn’t be at Caleb’s level, not just after a couple weeks but then again, you doubted most people could measure up to him even after working out everyday for a year straight.

Someone people had all the good genes.

You could’ve complained but found it much more enjoyable to appreciate the good view. In fact, it was the view that got you through the rest of the season.

“Thanks,” you panted around the mouth of your water bottle. A bead of sweat ran down your neck and you reached to wipe it off.

“You did great, really,” he said, the epitome of what a good trainer should sound like. “The scariest step is always to start so signing up for additional personal training will be a piece of cake.”

“Y-yeah.” Suddenly, your shoe laces fascinated you. “So…if I want to do that—more of this...do I choose you on from that list of trainers?”

“Sure thing. Or if you’d prefer to try someone else, all of the trainers are fantastic choices.”

“I think I’ll stick with you. As long as that’s not weird or anything…”

“Nope, not weird.”

You worked up the courage to look him in the eyes. Swirling irises of molten brown, you couldn’t help but be drawn into them. “Same time next week then?”

“Same time next week,” he agreed with a nod.

***

It had been a little over a month since you had started working with Caleb at the gym and what had started as one personal training session a week had turned into two, sometimes three. Improvement was happening steadily and you definitely felt a difference in your stamina.

Strangely enough, you were even proud of the small callouses that were starting to develop on the tops of your palms, under the fingers. They weren’t classically beautiful but at least you had proof of the work you were doing.

Having worked up the confidence, you’d also started doing some of the exercises Caleb showed you on your own. It was on one such day that you met him.

Another gym babe.

The first thing you noticed was his ass. Literally. He was in prime squat position and his short, though knee length and loose as they may be, could not hide his toned glutes.

You were embarrassed to admit that you were totally ogling him, like a dog looked at a prime cut of meat. You didn’t get star struck often, but damn.

The universe must have sought to punish you for the lack of propriety and your mp3 slipped through your sweaty fingers onto the moving treadmill, yanking the earphones out of your ears along with it as it flew backwards on the conveyor belt.

Recovering from the stumble your mp3 caused, you turned off the machine and gingerly picked out the music player, preparing for the worst.

Miraculously, the screen was still in tact and sounds was still coming through the earphones. You took another sigh of relief when you realized he was preoccupied by his own workout and hadn’t seen your embarrassing moment.

Something similar happened the next time you saw him a few days later: he was cooling down after having thoroughly trounced the heavy bag in the small boxing set-up the gym had. His arms looked so good in his cut-off tank (muscles and veins were all on display) that you froze with your mouth hanging wide open.

Another gym-goer did catch you that time but at least it wasn’t the god sculpted from marble.

You almost felt bad, like you were cheating on one of your crush’s with another which was ridiculous because Caleb was just a trainer and you didn’t even know the other one’s name.

Who knew that so much drama could happen in the confines of a simple neighborhood gym? Seriously, The Bachelor wished it could have as many good options as the gym seemed to.

***

You huffed as you pushed yourself up on increasing shaky arms. For a few seconds, you honestly didn’t think you’d be able to do it as your arms got stuck at a forty-five degree angle. Digging deep down, you managed to fully extend your arms.

“Nine,” Caleb counted. He was kneeling besides you on the yoga mat, counting, and adjusting your form here and there, while you did push-ups

Rather than descend slowly as was proper for push-ups, you collapsed to the mat with your arms squished underneath your chest. Rolled your head, you gave him your best pleading eyes and hoped he might take mercy.

That hope was misplaced. He gave a sympathetic smile and shook his head negatively. “Sorry, Y/N. We agreed on ten and by my count, you still have one more to go.”

“Can I not and say that I did?”

“Come on now. It’s only one more.” He waved his hands around like he was waving imaginary pom-poms. “You can do it!”

You managed a weak laugh. There was no way you could’ve say no. Your arms felt like they were burning but he looked adorable trying to be a cheerleader. An unbidden image of him wearing a cute male cheerleading uniform flashed in your mind and you thought he would pull one off well, what with his wide shoulders and sculpted legs.

Imagination got you through the last push-up and you groaned as you turned over on the mat, spread out like a star fish. “That was absolute torture.”

Caleb opened his mouth but was interrupted by a newcomer.

“Geez, man. You need to take it easier on your clients.”

Recognizing the voice, you found the other gym guy you’d been eyeing standing above you.

“Pogue.” Caleb held his fist out to the man who in turned bumped his with the trainer’s. Evidently, they knew each other.

Then they embraced in a full-on hug.

Okay, so they definitely knew each other. And it was hard to miss the parting caress to Pogue’s shoulders—what kind of name was Pogue anyway?—that was generally reserved for two people that were close.

Were they related? Dating, perhaps?

Your imagination fired up again and you wondered what they would look like wrapped even more intimately with one another…which was entirely despicable, you reminded yourself. There was no proof they were romantically involved, and, even if they were, it was none of your business.

The other two, who had been talking while you were maladaptively fantasizing, had continued talking and their conversation now turned to you.

“So who’s this?” Pogue questioned politely.

“This is Y/N,” Caleb introduce you. “They’re one of the people I work with.”

Pogue stuck his hand out to shake. “Nice to meet you. I’m glad Caleb hasn’t killed you off yet.”

“Hey! I am extremely fair with workouts, aren’t I, Y/N?”

“He is,” you said with a small smile, rocking on your feet. “Besides, he way too nice to ever become a drill sergeant.”

Pogue shoved Caleb lightly and Caleb elbowed him in return. “I know he doesn’t look like the type, but he was quite the drill sergeant back when we were both swimmers. He just hides the competitive instinct under his charming smiles.”

That peaked your curiosity. “No way, you guys swam together back in the day?”

“Spencer Academy was state champs three years running in our time,” Caleb admitted. “But nowadays I do my thing with personal training and Pogue more into MMA.”

“MMA?” you questioned.

“Mixed Martial Arts,” Caleb supplied. “You’ve probably seen him hogging the punching bags in the back.”

You most certainly had but you weren’t about to confess that to either of them. It would be too embarrassing and might even toe the line of harassment.

“You are more than welcome to share bags with me, any time,” Pogue grinned teasingly.

A thought hit and flowed out of your mouth before you could stop it. “You guys should give me a lesson sometime.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you were interested in that sort of thing,” Caleb said, surprise coloring his voice.

“Are you saying that you don’t think I can?” You weren’t sure what made you say it. It’s not like you were hardcore dedicated to trying it.

Whatever the cause it had Pogue chiming in save the situation.

“What prince charming means is that we would love to give a demonstration sometime.”

Caleb down at his watch because of course he still wore one instead of just using his phone like most other people. “Damn. Our hour is up Y/n and I’m late getting my next client. But we can hit the punching bags next time, if you want…?”

“Sure. Uh. Does Wednesday work for you?”

Both of the men nodded and Caleb called over his shoulder as he jogged to the lobby. “It’s a date. Schedule it online and I’ll approve it.”

The word kept replaying over and over. Date. Date. Date, date, date. He probably didn’t even mean it like that but it didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.

Waving goodbye to Pogue wit a promise of seeing him next week, you bounced off to grab your phone from the locker room. There was nothing wrong with scheduling your next session ASAP.

It’s a date.

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Pogue boxing does make a fetching image. Pogue and Caleb in the ring sparring together even more so. Debating whether to make a part 2.

Caleb always seems to be the hardest for me to write so I hope he sounded okay in this. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I decided to finally post it.

Thanks for reading!

#the covenant #caleb danvers #pogue parry #caleb danvers x reader #pogue parry x reader #the covenant imagines

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kreidewaltz · 3 years

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skyblue + thorns + tsukishima <3 congrats sm on 200 luv ily

COTTAGECORE DREAM | T.K.

about. he knows you're exhausted from all the work you're doing. he decided to bring you to a flower field and he thought he might fall in love all over again.

word count. 1.6k

genre & warnings. fluff, timeskip, comedy, established relationship, mentions of overworking, teeny tiny suggestive.

author's note. i was abt to make this angst but changed the last minute >< sorry for getting to this vv late pls enjoy this bc he's done w all the angst we're giving him he says <3 not prfr as usual okay

“be careful, dumbass.” he expected you to frown at his choice of words, instead you give him a wide smile before doing dances in the middle of the flower field. he pushes his glasses up to his nose to distract himself since he hears the wild beating of his heart. a gasp leaves your lips when your hand touches the different kinds of flowers and you get enchanted when you look at them closely. the azaleas are your favorite because of the bright color it brings to the field and it blends in beautifully. when your boyfriend mentions you’re going here, the hitachi seaside park, it felt like the worries and problems stacking up in your life disappeared for a moment.

you grabbed your blue instax camera and took pictures of the flowers dancing with the wind and took a picture of your boyfriend under the bright sun. you move the polaroid for a few minutes before hiding it in your tote bag before running through the field and imagine as if you were on a music video. he shoved his hands in his pockets, watching you get exhilarated with a smile dancing on his lips. he trails behind you and glance at the tulips few meters from him. he thinks of picking it but he didn't want to cause worry in the field that's suppose to distract you from work. he recalls the trouble he's forced to go through with you since you became a little reckless but he has no regrets, he's done those things with you after all.

"kei! come here!" you wave your hands while he chuckles to himself before taking large strides towards you. you loop your arms together, walking around the field which looks amazing when you're in it. we should come here again, you noted.

a part of you is relieved that he thought of going here with you to unwind from everything. you recall the time he carried you in bridal style and covered you with blankets, with that you learned that you have no one to blame but yourself. his preposition began when you keep doing that one thing he tells you not to—overworking then excuse it as a way to be productive.

he wasn’t supposed to find you like this.

he wasn’t supposed to see papers and pens scattered around your desk, the cup of coffee in your coaster that he never saw empty in the time he checked up on you. “kei, ten minutes!” you pleaded with a pout on your lips and look at him, your voice laced with desperation because you really needed to finish this email tonight or as your friend quotes, you’re damned. you rub your hands together and shut your eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t protest or flick you in the forehead. your boyfriend sighs in defeat before going back to your shared bedroom, a joyful aura surrounding your face when he didn’t react violently.

your co-worker messaged you earlier asking about the client’s response about the presentation he did a few days prior. he spams you with messages asking why it is taking so long to hear about the response and while you’re typing, you remembered your conversation with him last friday. you were supposed to email the client and provide him basic information about the presentation and add the link so he can thoroughly look at it. for once, oikawa wasn’t the irresponsible one between the two of you and you swear he’s not going to let you forget about this. damn oikawa, you curse in your head before stretching your arms.

you shoot him a text saying i’ll send it tonight and add emoticons even though it contradicts on what you’re feeling right now. you went through your emails and drafted what you wanted to say, the link, and double checked if there are grammatical mistakes and whatnot. when you’re sending an email to a client without checking the message and the information, it lacks decency and poor time management, that’s what you tell yourself.

luckily when you overwork you don’t do it for weeks but you force your work and deadlines on a day. when he heard you saying this, you hear his caring boyfriend scolding as you call it and flicks your forehead with a frown on his face but you got a glimpse of his lips twitching afterwards. while you’re mentally panicking on how to finish the email that reaches your standards, tsukishima is laying down, staring at the ceiling with his hand running on the (your) empty side of the bed, looking for your warmth. he misses your gentle touch when you draw miscellaneous shapes on his back.

he hopes you get yourself together and actually takes care of you but he doubts you’ll do that, you’re stubborn and prioritize work over yourself. he slowly sits up and grabs a pillow to put in between his legs before opening his phone, thinking of what to say that’ll get you out of your desk. he tries to remember an activity or a place that you’ve mentioned because he misses seeing you being happy without worrying about deadlines or your co-workers. after looking around the room he sees the tulips he gave a month ago, looking bright and healthy since you insisted on not letting the flowers die. ah i’ve got it she’ll like this, he thought of a place he knows you’ll enjoy and begins to search on his phone, knowing he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

“hey, c’mere for a second.” your boyfriend rests his hands around your shoulders while you hum, your eyes going back and forth to your laptop and the papers around your desk. he knows you wouldn’t budge so he propped his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his long arms around you. “don’t be a brat.” he whispers too close to your ear which makes you pause on typing and look away because now you’re only thinking about how close he is and the way his voice gets low.

“consider this as your break, you dork.” he lightly flick your forehead before leading you to the room and the way his face turned to a serious one after locking the door raised suspicions in your head. he grabs the wooden stool and sat there while you’re on the edge of the bed, wanting to know his intentions for locking the two of you. “i’m thinking of going out tomorrow,” he started off gently, and right now he waits for your—

“what about my work?”

“ah ah, stop talking about work, idiot.” he effectively shuts you up when he rests his finger above your lips and when your shoulders slump and let out a sigh, he knows he’s got your full attention. he pushes his glasses up to his nose to focus himself and clears his throat to continue. he’s getting distracted with the way you look adorable with lounge wear.

“we’ll go to the hitachi seaside park, to get your mind off work and stuff…” you couldn’t hide your enthusiasm and squeal repeatedly while moving your feet around the air. the fondness you have for him never decreases but it grew more and more, but you don’t mind at all. your first reaction was to jump at him and wrap your arms around him but seeing the stool he’s sitting on, you didn’t want to risk having injuries. he remembered, you thought while he looks to the side and act nonchalant about it, but the faint redness to his ears going to his neck failed his cover. you opted to grab the dinosaur plush sitting quietly on the bed and lightly hit him with it, convincing him to let loose. the two of you made eye contact and mouthed thanks and your eyes full of sincerity is more than enough for him. he holds your hand and gives it two squeezes, his way of saying no problem, i got you.

and we ended up here.

“babe, i know i’m great and i’m flattered but,” you couldn’t continue to talk as laughter bubbles up your chest and clutch your stomach to laugh out loud. he looks like a long stick a few meters away and you walk back to him, twirling so your dress can spin gracefully. he quickly looks at you when he realized what he did, one is stare at you for too long, and two he got caught. you bat your eyelashes to tease him while he curses under his breath.

you take a quick glance at your bag to see if the polaroid showed the picture already and your mouth parted seeing the result. the picture looks ethereal, the left side too bright because of the sun, the colors of nature and your boyfriend tying everything together. after hiding it in your bag, you offer your hand.

“let’s go! don’t leave me there.” a pout coming to your lips before intertwining your fingers together and walking around the field in silence. this is what he needed after the games he had, a day to indulge in whatever he wanted, what you wanted. earlier, you're on your favorite restaurant and got a box of desserts to enjoy when you got home. you’re pulling him where the narcissuses flowers are gathered.

“mhm, hey give me your camera.” you hum to his question, completely focused on the narcissuses. he presses the button beside the camera and tries to find the angle he’s looking for, he also wears the strap to prevent it from falling. it’s his gift to you in the first place. he takes a few steps to the side and angles the camera to his chest and when he takes a look at it, he wants that scene imprinted on his memory forever. your hands almost cupping the white petals, and pretend to blow it and giggles slip from your lips, thinking you look hilarious. the sky behind you creates a happy yet calming atmosphere to the picture, and there’s one thing left to do—

click.

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4stars-uswnt · 4 years

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Stuck with the Best Moms [Preath x Daughter!Reader]

requested by anon: Heyy! Love your writing! Could you do one where R is Preath teen daughter? And how they are doing during quarantine?

A/N: i tried to get this done when they announced their moved to man united but oh well better late than never

“Ma! I’m bored.” You whine.

Tobin chuckles at your position on the couch, as you’re upside down, head hanging off the edge.

“What are you complaining about?” Christen calls, entering the room.

“Mom, there’s nothing to do!” You exasperate and move to sit up right. Your mom rolls her eyes, taking a seat next to you.

“(Y/N), you are 17 years old. Certainly, there’s something you can find that will entertain you.”

“But I wanna do something with you guys.” You huff. Christen and Tobin soften at that and exchange a silent conversation. During the lockdown, the two forwards had been quite busy with re-inc, leaving you to your own devices.

“Have you been feeling a little neglected, kiddo?” Tobin coos, moving to the other side of you.

Leaning your head on your ma’s shoulder, your cheeks flush. “No.” You mumble.

“(Y/N), you know you can tell us anything.” Christen takes your hands in hers.

“It’s just—— When we went into lockdown, I thought we’d finally get to spend some quality time together, but you guys have just been really busy with re-inc.” You spill.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Your mom asks, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. She knew that her and her wife’s schedules were always so busy with travel for both the national team and their respective clubs, leaving little time for all three of you to spend quality family time together.

“I didn’t want to bother you, and I know how important re-inc is to you guys.” You sigh. Because of how often either one or both of your parents were traveling, you were a very independent teenager. Therefore, you never really wanted to disturb your mothers, as you were very proud of their accomplishments both on and off the field.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?” Christen gently lifts your chin, causing you to look directly into your mom’s green orbs. “Yes, re-inc is important to us, but you are a thousand times more important to us.” She emphasizes, as Tobin nods along in agreement, rubbing your back.

“Chris is right.” Your ma adds. “And we are so sorry that we haven’t been making enough time to spend with you.”

“It’s okay.” You give your mothers a soft smile.

“We love you, (Y/N).” Christen whispers, kissing your temple. “So much.”

Tobin wraps her arms around you, pulling you in a tight hug. “How bout this?” She starts. “I’ll try and see if I can get us into Providence later today, then we can go pick up some Gilda’s on the way home, and we can watch whatever movie you want tonight.”

Your eyes widen at your ma’s suggestion, as you nod your head excitedly. Although you were already getting call ups from the national youth team and scholarship offers from many D1 schools, you were always eager to get some touches on the field, and it didn’t hurt that two of the best forwards in the world were your parents.

“Alright then. Why don’t you get changed, while I make a call to Mark, and then we’ll walk over there.” Before Tobin could even finish, you were already rushing to your room, leaving your moms to chuckle at your enthusiasm.

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Upon arriving to the field, you immediately pull out a ball and start juggling. Before beginning their own warmup, Christen and Tobin stop to watch their daughter, their hearts bursting with pride for the young woman they’ve raised.

The three of you spend almost two hours at the training center. Tobin and Christen put you through a couple of drills and competitions and then all three of you play a little keep away.

“Did you just meg me?!” Tobin gasps, chasing after you.

“Don’t hurt me!” You scream, giggling, as you run away from your ma, who eventually catches up to you.

You pass the ball to Christen, before Tobin tackles you to the ground, tickling your sides.

“Stop! Stop! You win!” You pant, as you try to catch your breath, admitting defeat.

“That nutmeg wasn’t very nice, kiddo.” Tobin playfully scolds.

“You were the one who taught me that!” You tease your mother, who throws her head back with a laugh.

“Alright you two.” Christen approaches with an ear-splitting grin across her face. “Let’s go get some food.” She helps the two of you up, as you pack up the balls and head over to Gilda’s.

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Entering the apartment, takeout in hand, you place the food on the counter, ready to dig in.

“Ah, ah ah.” Christen grabs your wrist, stopping you from opening the container. “You go shower. We’ll dish out the food and set the table.”

“But—” You protest.

“Go! You stink.” Your mom insists, sticking her tongue out at you. Pouting, you reluctantly head to your bathroom.

Once you’ve cleansed yourself off and changed into a re-inc crewneck and a pair of bike shorts, you reenter the kitchen, smiling at the sight in front of you. Tobin was finishing setting the table, whistling along to the soft hum folklore in the background, while Christen was bringing the plates of food the counter, humming to the music. You wanted to cherish these small moments with your parents, not only because of how rare they were, but also because you would be heading off to college soon.

“Kiddo!” Tobin beams, noticing your presence. “C’mon let’s eat.”

Taking your seat at the counter, you dish out everyone’s food. A couple of bites in, you let out a moan of satisfaction.

“Ugh. This is delicious.” You shove another mouthful of pasta into your mouth.

Both of your mothers share a light-hearted chuckle. “I take it you like it, love?” Christen smirks, as you nod enthusiastically, your mouth too full of food to respond.

“So, kid, anymore offers?” Tobin casually brings up, receiving a warning glare from her wife. College had been a delicate topic the past couple of months, as you were having a difficult time choosing a school that met your needs both athletically and academically, causing you a great deal of stress.

You gulp down your food. “Ummm. Yeah. I got some calls from Duke, Portland, Cal, and Washington. And USC, Stanford, UCLA, and UNC called again, wanting me to meet the rest of the team.” You mutter, fidgeting with your hands.

Tobin bounces in her seat like an excited child, going to ask you more questions. But before she can speak, Christen shoots her another glare, effectively silencing her.

“That’s exciting, dear. You excited for the Premier League to start?” Your mother smiles, before changing the subject, knowing you didn’t particularly like talking about college. Christen herself was not particularly fond of the subject either, not ready for her baby to leave her. Although, you wouldn’t be that far, considering you’d most likely be called up to the national team pretty soon.

As dinner progresses, you and your mothers catch up, discussing recent events, soccer, and even a little gossip. Tobin eventually does coax the college conversation out of you, resulting in your moms having a mini argument over Stanford versus UNC.

As you finish up dinner and clear the table, Tobin starts making some popcorn for your movie night.

“What do you wanna watch, love? It’s your choice.” Christen asks, turning on the TV and grabbing a couple of blankets.

“Can we watch Clueless?” You give her a cheeky grin, knowing your mom didn’t particularly like the chick flick.

“Of course.” Christen sighs, playfully rolling her eyes, as she kisses your forehead.

“What’re we watching?” Tobin plops down next to, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“Clueless.” You grin, as your ma throws her head back, groaning.

“Again?”

“You did say it was my choice.” You sing.

“I guess I did say that.” Tobin grumbles, snuggling into your side, Christen doing the same, so you’re sandwiched between the two women.

“Good, because it’s starting so shh.” You stuff your mouth with a handful of popcorn.

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Towards the end of the movie, you find your eyes slowly drooping. You move to lay down across your moms, your head in Christen’s lap, your feet across Tobin’s.

“You tired, sweetie?” Christen runs her hand through your hair.

“A little.” You mumble.

“Yeah, you played pretty hard today, kiddo.” Tobin massages your calfs.

Turning around, you look up at your parents. “Can we do something tomorrow?” You sheepishly ask. “I mean, like it doesn’t have to be as time consuming as what we did today, but maybe a game or just like sitting down for a cup of coffee.” You elaborate.

The two older women feel their hearts melt, wanting nothing more than to spend time with their daughter.

“Of course, (Y/N/N).” Tobin squeeze your leg.

“We would love that.” Christen adds, placing a kiss to your hair.

“Awesome.” You beam and turn back to face the television.

As the credits start to roll, you stretch.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You yawn.

“Alright, good night, kiddo.”

“Good night, baby.”

Getting up from the couch, you give Tobin a hug and kiss Christen’s cheek. “Thanks for today, moms. I had a great day.”

“See, it’s pretty awesome being stuck inside with your parents, eh?” Tobin smirks.

“Uh, I wouldn’t go that far.” You call back to her, biting back a smile, as you make your way to your bedroom.

Although being stuck in lockdown was extremely boring, you had to admit that you had the best moms, and yeah, it was pretty awesome.

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goldentournesol · 4 years

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The Receptionist and the Profiler (Four)

Chapter Four: Casino Night

(Spencer Reid x f!Reader)

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A/N: y’all gonna hate me for this one

Nowhere in the office was safe for Spencer. Every single room, except for the men’s bathroom, was completely overtaken by Y/N and every other woman in the office rambling about the upcoming wedding. They’d apparently gone dress shopping together and he’d overheard them discussing the dresses Y/N had tried on. Not that he was interested in the act of dress shopping itself, but he imagined that even the ugliest dress on the market could never take away from Y/N’s beauty. She could drape a potato sack on her body and put on a veil and Spencer would still think she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. He wondered if Anderson thought the same.

But seriously, it was getting unbearable. The breakroom--the centerpieces, the bullpen--the dress, the kitchenette--whether or not she’ll have her hair up. He practically had to hide in the men’s room when he wasn’t on a case. Spencer hadn’t had a proper conversation with Y/N since the announcement. He missed her. He missed their little chats and he missed making her smile at his dumb jokes.

He was currently hiding in the bathroom--despite him being absolutely grossed out by every surface--he planned on staying here for a few minutes, just to calm his racing heart. Every time someone brought the wedding up, it would send his heart and sweat glands into overdrive. He was glad the bathroom was empty so he could wash his face and pick at his nails until he was ready enough to leave it. He was leaning up against a wall when the door opened and Morgan walked in.

“Hiding, huh?” He asked knowingly, as if he was completely unfazed to see Spencer in there.

“Yup.” He replied simply, turning away as Morgan went.

Morgan sighed heavily as he emerged from the urinal and began to wash his hands, “I’m sorry, man. I can’t imagine how annoying it must be for you, but seriously if I have to hear Garcia ask one more time if she’ll be able to provide a vegetarian option, I might actually explode.”

Spencer found it hard to smile back at his friend but managed to give him a nod. Morgan dried his hands and stood in front of Spencer, “Hey, have you tried talking to her? Maybe..telling her...” He trailed off suggestively.

“No! I haven’t even had the chance to say anything to her besides ‘good morning’. You know, with us being on cases and stuff, and now we’re in the office and I can’t even talk to her. And you can absolutely forget about me telling her anything about anything.” Spencer nearly pouted as he ran his hands over his face, absolutely exhausted.

“Well, okay, then forget the office. Talk to her at Rossi’s, she’s coming to Casino Night on Friday, right?” Morgan tried to reason.

“Yeah, but so is Anderson, and she won’t leave his side. So when the hell am I supposed to talk to her?” Spencer huffed frustratedly.

“You’ll figure it out, man. Now come on, you’ve been gone for too long, I think people are starting to worry about you.”

Rossi was hosting a mini casino night in his house--mansion--as a means for the whole team to unwind. Everyone was glad for the distraction since the last case hadn’t gone so well. It also gave everyone the excuse to dress up, which was nice for a change. Spencer wasn’t even sure whether his teammates would like it if he played with them, but he’ll go anyway, even if it’s just because he wanted a chance to talk to Y/N.

Friday rolled around way faster than any of them had expected, or maybe because Spencer was stressing so much that time seemed to fly and everyone else experienced time normally. Thankfully they hadn’t gotten any cases and had the entire weekend off. Of course, he was the first to arrive, again. What is so difficult about coming on time? He was just jumpy and anxious because he’d try to talk to Y/N tonight. He doesn’t think he’d be confrontational or….confess anything, he just genuinely misses her. She and Anderson arrived half an hour after Spencer had. She looked...stunning. It wasn’t often that he’d see her all dressed up, it was almost too much for Spencer to handle. He could barely take his eyes off of her.

She’d spotted him in the kitchen as soon as she came in and sent him an excited wave from the doorway. His face responded with a blush far faster than his hand responded with a wave. Morgan quickly whisked Anderson away and Spencer hoped it would be that way for the rest of the night. She quickly made her way over to him and Spencer was absolutely entranced by the way her emerald green dress sparkled and twinkled under the light coming from Rossi’s expensive chandeliers.

“Spence! Hey!” She began as she greeted him with a hug.

“Hey yourself. You, uh, you look really really pretty, by the way.” Spencer stammered as he stared back at her. He cursed himself for being so nervous.

“Thank you. You look dashing. You know how much I love this tie on you.” She grinned as she extended her hand to rest on the tie. Spencer was terrified she’d feel his heart beating through his chest, but was more than glad she’d noticed his tie. He’d worn it specifically because he remembered her complimenting him every time he wore it.

“I do...know, I mean.” He chuckled awkwardly as he tried not to focus on the way her hand was still on his chest. She was so close he could definitely smell her divine perfume. It always reminded him of her, he’d be able to recognize it anywhere. She gazed up at him so sweetly and Spencer’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the rich redness of her lipstick. So perfectly lined, so tempting.

He’d decided then, red was his new favorite color.

“I missed you all week, we haven’t had the chance to talk at all.” She pouted her bottom lip ever so slightly and he never felt like he wanted to kiss someone as bad as he did then. He almost frowned when she stepped away to start pouring herself a glass of wine.

“Yeah, we haven’t.” He felt as though her gravity was pulling him in and all 187 of his IQ points had decided to disappear right into thin air as she smiled up at him.

“Are you feeling okay, Spence?” She giggled, sipping from her glass, eyeing him from her spot at the island of the kitchen.

“Yep, totally great.” He tried to laugh it off, but before he could make more conversation, JJ had swept into the kitchen and announced that they were starting another game. She pulled a laughing Y/N out of the kitchen and to one of the makeshift round tables.

“Nu-uh! I’m not playing with Reid!” Emily exclaimed as Spencer took a seat at her table, which consisted of Morgan, Rossi, Anderson, and Garcia. Spencer laughed and raised his hands in defense.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you guys kinda suck.” Spencer joked and Rossi practically jumped out of his seat.

The night went on, filled with lots of laughter and sounds of chips hitting each other. Y/N found herself trying to catch Spencer’s eye most of the night. She’d missed him. The girls had been so excited with planning and discussing the wedding with her that she hadn’t talked to him in forever...well, it was only a week of intense distraction, but it felt like forever, okay? The few times he’d caught her eye, she found herself blushing and looking away quickly.

Two hours later, Spencer had felt the need to get some fresh air outside when he heard Anderson get up and excuse himself inside. Oh no, they were leaving. He didn’t get to talk to her.

“Hey, babe, you ready?” Anderson asked Y/N, who was clearly in the middle of a game with the girls.

“Um, we’re leaving already? We just got here.” She replied, temporarily leaving her spot at the table.

“I’m just so beat, Y/N. I really wanna go home.” Anderson replied, coat already on, barely leaving her with any choice.

“Okay, um...no problem, I think I’ll stay for a while, I’ll catch a ride back with JJ. I’ll walk you out, hun.” She smiled and put up a finger to the ladies at the table to gesture that she’ll be back soon. Spencer sighed as he watched from the front porch as she led him to their car and pressed a kiss to his lips from the window when he got in.

“Night, babe. See you when I get home.” She smiled and waved as he drove away.

Spencer stood from his seat and she smiled upon seeing him.

“Hey! What are you doing out here? Bored already of taking everyone’s money?” She giggled, walking back up the front steps to meet him.

“Uhm, nothing, I was just getting some fresh air.” He attempted a smile, “Hey, so can I talk to you about something? Do you, want to...go back inside or would you like to, um, go to the backyard with me? It’s really beautiful.”

She totally forgot about the game going on inside and nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go see the backyard.”

He led her to Rossi’s gorgeous backyard which was more elegant than anything the two had seen. The pool shone under the twinkling garden lights which also did an amazing job of giving her an ethereal glow. Spencer was nervous all of a sudden as he led them both to the center of the garden. It was quiet, the chatter coming from inside the house was faint, but it was peaceful enough for him to be able to catch his breath.

“So, are you having a good time?” She attempted to fill the silence as they strolled a little in the backyard.

He laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets, “Um, well, considering Emily’s basically banned me from playing with her and Rossi literally shooed me away from his table, yeah, I’d say I’m having a great time!”

She laughed and the sound echoed in the garden, leading her to place a hand to her lips to try to suppress her giggles, “Sorry…” she mumbled a shy apology. He wanted to tell her to never apologize for laughing because it was truly music to his ears and his favorite sound in the world.

He shook his head, once again in a trance, “You are so beautiful.” He said, with a dopey grin on his face. She felt her face grow hot as she caught his lovesick stare.

“Thanks Spence…” She recoiled shyly into herself, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by his gaze. They hadn’t realized they stopped walking. Spencer found it hard not to stare.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” She gazed up at him curiously. She caught herself thinking that his honey colored eyes were something she’d always want to stare into.

This was his last chance. It’s now or never.

“Um, I just- uh…” He trailed off nervously.

His heart wasn’t just beating, it was absolutely going batshit crazy in his chest. He swallowed nervously as his hands made fists in his pockets. He wasn’t up for this, he really wasn’t. He’d never confessed...anything to a girl, let alone his undying love for her. Why is this so hard? It’s just five little words. Yeah, but five little words that had the power to ruin everything so quickly---

“Spence?” She prodded, her hands finding each other nervously. But as he looked down at her, he thought, how could he not be irrevocably in love with her? He took a deep breath and braced himself.

“I’m in love with you.” His eyes were alight with adoration and admiration as he confessed. Years and years of pent up love and feelings have finally led up to this moment.

“What?” She stared up at him incredulously. Of all the things she thought he’d say, that was absolutely not one of them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry if that makes things weird. I know it’s really bad timing, you’re about to get married in less than a month, but I had to let you know. At least once, so...I’m so undeniably in love with you, Y/N.” He swallowed nervously.

“What are you doing?” She began to frown, shaking her head in disbelief, tears beginning to line the inside of her waterline, “How am I supposed to react to that?”

Her hands fiddled with the ring on her finger. The ring that suddenly felt too heavy on her hand. It felt wrong to wear it. Half of her heart wanted to throw it in the pool and run away with Spencer into the night and the other half--the half that was currently winning--was planting her feet into the ground.

“I just wanted you to know, Y/N. I’m not expecting anything from you, right now, or ever. Just as long as you’re happy, even if it’s...with him.” He felt the tears gather in his own eyes.

“Spencer...you--I can’t.” She sniffled, wiping a stray tear from underneath her eye. She couldn’t leave Anderson, not even when she knew she returned every bit of Spencer’s love and admiration.

He nodded solemnly and wiped at his own eyes, “I get it.”

“You have no idea what this friendship means to me…” She began but Spencer shook his head, raising a hand to stop her.

“No, stop, stop, I don’t want just that,” he shrugged, “I want to be more than that, Y/N.” He sniffled through his nose.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Spence, I can’t.” He watched her red lips turn downwards into a deep frown as they tried to contain her small sobs.

“Yeah, I know. It’s not your fault.” He tried to smile as he wiped his cheeks, stepping past her and slipping right back into the house.

Her feet felt as though they were rooted into the grass, the tears falling from her eyes were watering her in place. She couldn’t believe her ears.

What just happened?

Did Spencer really say all that or was she dreaming again? Did he really love her? As in, love her love her? That sounded too good to be true. It felt different than when she thought back to when Grant had first told her he loved her, did it feel like she felt now? Grant was such a safe option...he was always there. She’d always thought she’d marry him, he was the only person she’d ever been with. They’d been together for so long, it felt ridiculous to think of leaving him. Was she thinking of leaving him? She hadn’t decided yet. She was never the type to leave someone at the altar, Grant was the safe option, she repeated. It’s already all planned out.

She hadn’t realized how much time she had spent in the garden until she found JJ taking a seat next to her on one of Rossi’s bamboo chairs.

“Hey, you disappeared, is everything alright?” JJ asked and Y/N was glad she was slightly turned away from her so she couldn’t see the remnants of her tears.

“I...I don’t know. I don’t think so. I’m--I’m just--,” She choked back a sob, her emotions bubbling up inside of her. JJ was quick to pull her up to wrap her in a compassionate hug, “I don’t know what to do, JJ.”

“What is this about?” JJ asked, even though she had a very strong inkling as to what it was about.

“He’s my best friend.” She said simply and it clicked in JJ’s mind. She sighed and nodded, but her blue eyes looked past Y/N.

“Um, I think you two have a lot to talk about.” JJ said before leaving hurriedly, giving the two the privacy they needed.

Y/N turned to face Spencer again, who had his hands in his pockets, “Spence, I’m sor-” She began but she was immediately cut off by Spencer’s soft lips enveloping hers. She gave in quickly as his hands came up to cradle her cheeks and guide her into his face as much as he possibly could. Her hands instinctively rested upon his warm chest. It simultaneously felt as if they’d both kissed a thousand times, yet it was still foreign to her. She’d never known that a simple kiss could be so powerful and intoxicating. Of all her years dating Anderson, never once had he kissed her with this much passion. She’d thought all those authors of all those romance novels must have been exaggerating when they’d said a kiss transported them somewhere--but now she knew. She knew what that felt like. And she never wanted it to end.

But it had to end. Because everything that’s good ends.

All Spencer could remember thinking was, finally, finally!

Their lips pulled away from each other and neither could contain the little smiles they had, but their faces remained close, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

She blushed, shaking her head slightly, “No, I think I might have an idea.”

Spencer’s thumbs caressed the soft skin of her cheeks as he gazed longingly at her lips again. Now that he’s gotten a taste, he’s not sure he can control his impulses. He found himself leaning in for more and her almost giving in before pressing firmly on his chest.

“Spence…” She spoke against her better judgement.

“You’re really going to marry him?” He frowned, taking back his hands from her face, she felt the warmth disappear immediately and found herself wishing for it back. As a compromise, she grabbed his hands before they went to his sides, trying to hold onto any semblance of warmth she could.

She nodded solemnly, having made up her mind, although Spencer’s kiss was nearly pushing her off the edge of what was right and what was wrong, or rather--what was safe and what was not. She never had to worry about whether or not Grant would come back home to her, she never had to worry about Grant being blown up in some ranch in Colorado, she never had to worry about serial killers chasing after her.

“Okay.” He nodded simply, respecting her final choice.

He took a few steps back, their hands slowly slipping from each other, before disappearing into the house once more.

He felt as though that was the end. He’d let it all out to dry, she finally knew how he felt about her. And that was the most important part. He was broken, sure, but at least he felt a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He didn’t have to hide anymore.

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jaesqueso · 3 years

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The Bachelorette: NCT edition - Ep. 5

The season of love is finally here! An interactive series where you’ll get to choose who goes home each week and ultimately who Y/N chooses in the end!

pairing: nct(ot23) x fem!reader

summary: A week to relax clear things out, but it turns out to be one of the most stressful weeks with big decisions

episode guide

word count: 6,451

warnings: mentions of alcohol (all responsible!)

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

Last week on the Bachelorette:

Y/N challenges the 23 men that decided to join this experience and fight for her heart.

As bachelors are sent home week by week the decisions become harder and harder and a single moment can decide each men’s fate.

9 guys remain on the game to win the bachelorette’s heart, but tonight only 7 will remain.

Who will she choose? Who will she reject?

Find out on the Bachelorette!

“Hi all!” Chris Harrison walks into the living room of the guest house and the boys excitedly gather around. “Glad to see you all excited because it’s time we change things up!”

The bachelors look at each other wondering what will be changing and if that can possibility affect their chances with you.

“This week we’ll still have a group date but only 1 one-on-one date.”

The guys widen their eyes, this will decrease their chances of getting that desired alone time with you.

“But don’t worry, there will be a new type of date, a two-on-one date! This means two of you will be going on the date with Y/N.”

Faces brighten up, this actually gives them more chances to spend more time with you.

“But there’s a downside to this date. Only one of the two people will receive a rose and that means the other person will automatically be sent home.”

Right now the men seem really worried, whoever goes on that date will have a face off with the other guy because either they win or they lose, no safes.

“This being said I wish you all luck and I’ll see you in the rose ceremony!”

Chris leaves and the siren is heard, not giving anyone time to take in this new information.

All this decision making week by week is leaving me a bit stressed and I could use some time off.

The guys are confused, what do you mean time off?

I hope you’re in the mood for some relaxing Jaehyun. Don’t bother bringing a lot of clothing!

The guy chuckles at the last sentence.

“Nice one bro!” Johnny shakes Jaehyun’s shoulders as the latter silently thanks him.

“This means you’re safe from that two-on-one date.” Taeyong points out.

“Not that I would mind some competition.” Jaehyun glares but the laughs. “But I’ve been wanting on this date for too long.”

“Same!” Taeyong and Johnny say at the same time and laugh.

“It could be the two of you facing each other though…” Jaehyun teases.

Their laughs quickly come to an end as they look at each other. They sure hope it’s not them.

The next day Jaehyun gets ready and gets on his ride, excited to met you and see what’s in store for the two of you today. The car comes to a stop in from of a spa and he’s pleasantly surprised however looking around he’s confused because you’re nowhere to be seen. He decides to go in and look for you inside but he still can’t find you. That’s when a lady from the spa hands him a letter.

Get (un)dressed and come find me.

Y/N

He smiles at your mysteriousness and heads to the locker rooms. He takes off his clothes down to his swimwear, wraps his body in the robe provided and puts on a pair of flip flops. He starts walking around looking for you and stops by the pool area.

Your eyes meet and a smile grows on your face. He watches you swim to the nearest border to where he’s standing and then push yourself outside. To his eyes everything happened in slow motion and he almost had to pull his jaw back up when you walked to him all wet wearing only a bikini.

“Glad you found me.” You smile as you put your robe on.

“I was starting to think you ditched me.” Jaehyun pouts.

“How could I ever?” You wink and he chuckles. “Are you ready to relax?”

“By your side? Always.”

“Good because I signed us up for a couple’s massage.”

“Sounds great to me.”

You take his hand and lead him to the massage room. There are two massage tables and you both take off the robes and settle in each one, stomach down. Right after the masseuses get in and greet you.

They pick up some oils, taking some on their hands and then proceed to massage your backs. You hum in satisfaction and turn your face to look at Jaehyun who’s already looking at you. You bite your lip to hold in any embarrassing sounds as the masseuse touches all the tension places getting rid of all your stress, you really needed this and he seems to enjoy it too judging by the pleased look on his face.

The masseuses then move to the legs and combined with the soothing music in the background and the tranquillising smell in the air you feel like you’re in cloud nine. Jaehyun lets out a low moan when the pair of hands massage his tights and you can’t help grin as your mind drifts off. He mouths an apology and chuckles but you just lightly shake your head letting him know it’s ok.

You turn your bodies around for the second part of the massage and you can’t help let your eyes travel through the lines of his body. Gulping you look back up and he’s smirking at you. Embarrassed of getting caught you turn your head to the ceiling and close your eyes letting out a happy sigh and enjoy the rest of the massage.

Once it’s done, you two thank the masseuses and put your robes back on. You leave the room and walk to a lounge area where a table with some light food and natural juices awaits you.

“Did you like it?” You ask as you two sit down.

“That was amazing.” Jaehyun smiles taking a sip of his juice. “Sorry I got a little carried away.”

“Don’t worry about that.” You fight a giggle as you recall his moan. “I was just glad you were enjoying it.”

“I would’ve enjoyed it more if we were massaging each other.” He gives you a suggestive look and you bite your lip.

“Maybe next time if you’re lucky.” You wink and he sticks his tongue on the inside of his cheek, clearly pleased with the way you’re able to flirt back with him so easily.

In the guest house nervousness fills the air.

“Who do you think will be in the double date?” Haechan asks.

“It could literally be anyone…” Jaemin states.

“Hopefully not you because whoever the other person is, they’re going home!” Jeno laughs.

“Why don’t know that.” Jaemin laughs too.

“That’s true though!” Haechan points to Jaemin. “She’d definitely choose you over someone else, you two definitely have something going on.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jaemin scratches the back of his head. “I’m at the same level as you guys.”

“You’re definitely not, she’s really into you.” Jeno comments.

“I bet you even kissed her already!” Haechan glares at him for not saying anything.

“We definitely did not kiss, I promise.” Jaemin throws his hands in the air.

“I wonder if she has kissed anyone though…” Haechan wonders.

Jeno clears his throat before these questions turn to him not wanting to admit he has kissed you already. Twice in fact.

“What do you think Renjun?” He addresses the boy who always has an opinion but has yet to say a word.

“What?” He gets out of his trance and looks at the others.

“Who do you think will be on the double date?” Jeno repeats the question Haechan did a few minutes ago.

“I don’t know, but I have a bad feeling about it…” Renjun sighs and the other guys look amongst each other before turning their attention to Hendery who was sitting alone possibly lost in the same thoughts.

The awaited siren is heard and everybody gathers around the living room.

It’s a-boat time I take you guys on a trip no?

The guys are intrigued to know if that was a typo or a clue.

Unfortunately I can’t take you all with me so if you don’t see your name in the screen I’ll meet you in the next date!

Everybody takes a deep breath as the names start to come up on the screen. For the first time they’re all wishing to be chosen for the group date.

See you tomorrow!

Renjun and Hendery exchange a look before dropping their gaze to the ground. The others tense up but are also relieved that the fight between the two will finally come to an end with one of them leaving. At the same time they’re worried about you as this date could go terribly wrong.

After talking for a while you decide to move the conversation with Jaehyun to the hot tub that’s in a private area of the spa. You strip down your robes again and get into the warm water. You sit next to each other as the bachelor doesn’t want to spend any time away from you.

“Thank you for choosing me for this date.” He smiles.

“What can I say? I felt like pampering you a little bit.” You smirk.

“Shouldn’t I be the one pampering you?” He lifts an eyebrow.

“We can pamper each other, how about that?”

“I’m okay with that.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.

If it wasn’t for the warm water around your bodies you’d be embarrassed of the way your body temperature increased as your almost naked bodies touch.

The conversation keeps its usual teasing tone and before things get even more heated with his eyes piercing through your soul, his face coming closer and closer and he forgets you’re actually in a public place you decide to make a suggestion.

“You know what, how about I give you that massage?” He looks at you in surprise and yet licks his lips. “Just a shoulder one, don’t get all excited.”

Jaehyun chuckles as you turn him around on the hot tub. He lets his arms rest on the borders as you settle behind him placing your hands on his shoulders. Your grasp is soft because you don’t want to hurt him but your thumbs pressed on his muscles. His skin is so smooth, but before your mind starts to drift off again he lets out a groan that startles you for a bit.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You stop massaging him but keep your hands on his shoulders.

“No no, on the contrary.” He quickly answers. “It feels too good.”

“Maybe I should stop.” You chuckle.

“Oh, please don’t.” He turns his head to the side and places a kiss on your fingers.

All you want his to pull his face closer and put your lips on him but considering the lack of clothing the whole scenario just looks a little too sexual and you don’t want the wrong message to come across. Instead you push yourself back and get out of the tub.

“Come on.” You extend your hand to him. “We should go.”

“Why do we always have to leave at the best part?” He complains but still takes your hand.

You two go back into the locker rooms to get changed and head out for your ride together back to the mansion. Inside the vehicle you make the question he was dying to answer.

“Thank you for making me relax today, you definitely deserve this.” You show him the date rose. “Do you accept it?”

“I have no reasons not to.” He smiles brightly as you pin it to his shirt.

Before he has a chance to make a move on you the car stops and you two get out. You say your goodbyes and turn to go to each of your destinations. But after only two steps you turn back around.

“Hey Jaehyun!” You call out.

“Ye-” Before he can finish the word you grab his shirt and pull him in far a quick kiss.

You let out a giggle before finally heading to the mansion.

“Oh Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.” He takes a hand to his chest, biting his lip and walks to the guest house.

The following day the guys get their ride to meet you leaving Jaehyun, Renjun and Hendery at eh guest house. They’re dropped off by the sea and walk along the pier until they see you. You’re wearing a nautical summer dress and some dark sunglasses.

“Hey you guys.” You greet them with a smile. “Ready to go sailing?”

You point to the boat on your right and they cheer with excitement. You all get into the boat and drift off into the sea. It’s a warm sunny day but it’s made better with the damp breeze coming from the waves.

The boat comes to a stop where you can only see the shore far far away. Johnny decides it’s the perfect time to make some cocktails so he gets behind the bar. You decide to join him, taking a seat on a stool as the other guys enjoy the sun.

“What can I get you, beautiful lady?” Johnny asks in his effortless charm.

“Why don’t surprise me, Mr bartender?” You challenge him with a grin.

“Pleasant surprise coming right up!” He winks and starts preparing you a drink.

You attentively follow the movements of his hands with the bottles and the mixer as he tells you all about his passion for cocktails and mixing drinks.

As much as you’re enjoying this hobby of his you can’t help but wonder if this is too much of a bachelor activity, not very family friendly, and you have to think that the objective of this is finding your forever person to build a family with. All your worries and doubts are thrown off the boat when he looks at you flashing his bright smile.

“Hope you like it.” He places your drink in front of you. “I mixed the flavours that remind me of you and a little bit of myself into it too. It should taste like us.”

He winks and you giggle before taking a sip. The explosion of flavours inside your mouth is intense and makes you widen your eyes. You never had a drink like this but from now on this is the only drink you want to have.

“I’ll take that as a good sign?” Johnny says in anticipation of your feedback.

“Johnny, I’m speechless. This is out of this world!” You lick your lips not wanting to waste a drop of it.

He pats himself on the back and you both laugh at is action. You keep talking about other interests as he seats in a stool next to you and you both sip on your cocktails.

“Hey, how about some food with that?” You turn to the side and see Taeyong waking in.

“That actually sounds pretty good.” You get up from the stool.

“I’ll just make a few more cocktails for the guys, you two have fun.” Johnny gets back on his temporary bartender position as you and Taeyong walk to a kitchen area.

You start cutting up some fruits as Taeyong prepares a cheese and crackers boar, something light and fresh for you all to enjoy in this warm day.

“Oh wow, you have to try these grapes!” You tell him as you eat one.

“Shoot me.” He parts his lips wide and you take a successful swing, the grape landing right inside his mouth.

“Yes!” You celebrate as he happily chews.

“Nice aim!” He congrats you. “Ok, my turn.”

He picks up another grape and you get ready to catch it like he did. When he trows it you lean back a bit and manage to get it in your mouth however you lose balance and start falling back. But like in a cliche scene from a drama Taeyong grabs one of your hands and the back of your neck, kneeling down next to you and preventing you from hitting the ground.

“Are you ok?” He worriedly asks.

You gulp with the proximity between the two of you, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

“I-I’m fine.” You stutter as he helps you up. “Thank you Taeyong.”

“You sure you’re alright?” He eyes you up and down.

“I’m alright, I promise.” You give him a reassuring smile and he smiles back accepting it.

You two finish setting up the food and you glance at him biting your lip. You sure could use someone in your life that takes good care of you as he does to everybody around him.

Once everything is ready you two go outside to meet the other guys that already put on some music and are dancing and having fun. You and Taeyong put down the food you prepared and join them.

A few minutes later your attention shifts to Yuta that is taking off his shirt and getting to the edge of the boat. He looks at you blowing you a kiss before he back flips into the ocean. Your jaw drops and you hurry to check on him. Looking down you see him coming up to the surface and flip his beautiful hair.

“Come on, join me!” He calls you swimming backwards to give you space.

“Isn’t the water too cold?” You giggle.

“It’s perfect, trust me!” Yuta motions for you to join him.

You think for a second before you mutter ‘screw it’ to yourself, after all this is supposed to be a time to relax and have fun so why not? You pull your dress off of you to reveal a tiny bikini that earns you whistles from the guys that are still on the boat. You chuckle before coming close to the border and take a dive.

When you raise to the surface you look around confused because Yuta is nowhere to be seen. Then something wraps around your waist making you squeal.

“Gotcha.” He whispers in your ear and you let out a relieved breath.

“You little…” You start saying while releasing yourself from his grip trowing water on his face.

“Oh game on!” He trows some water back at you initiating a friendly fight.

You two laugh and swim around like two kids on vacation. First in the amusement park and now here in the sea, you love how Yuta brings out the fun side of you and you are able to forget all your worries and focus only on him. You can just imagine what a fun dad he will be someday.

After a while you two decide to hop back on the boat. He helps you up and wraps a towel around you teasingly bringing you closer as he tries to dry you. You giggle at his smooth move.

In the guest house the atmosphere is tense.

Renjun and Hendery quietly sit down as they have since they realised one of them will be going home after their date.

Jaehyun on the other hand is over the moon having secured his rose for this week but it feels weird to share his excitement when the other two are gloomy like this, he doesn’t even know what to say to lighten the mood.

A siren is heard and Jaehyun thanks every lord, maybe this message will get them to at least start talking. He almost wishes they’ll fight!

The three bachelors gather around the TV.

Hey guys, I hope you are not feeling defeat already, there’s still time to show me you deserve to be here!

Jaehyun raises his eyebrows. If only you where here to see them.

Bring comfortable clothes and come prepared to align your body and soul.

Jaehyun looks between the boys trying to get a glimpse of a possible reaction but they give him nothing. He sighs and leaves the room.

Hendery and Renjun look at each other and curse under their breaths.

You see Jeno sunbathing alone and decide to join him to try to dry off your bikini.

“Can I offer you some company?” He opens his eyes to look up at you and a smile opens up on his face.

“I think I’ve been laying in the sun for too long, I’m seeing an angel.”

“Oh my god Jeno.” You laugh at his cheesy line and lay down next to him.

You two stay In a very comfortable silence until the boy decides to break it.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” You simply answer.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to answer.” He continues.

“Now you’re getting me nervous.” You lift up your torso slightly turning to face him. “What is it?”

“Well… Yesterday the guys were talking and they were wondering if you had kissed someone already…”

“And?” You chuckle. “Do you need me to answer that?”

“No.” He laughs lifting his torso to mimic your position. “I was just wondering if there’s more than what I know. I’m sorry, I don’t want to sound jealous, we’re all here for the same thing.”

“So you want to know,” you lean closer with a grin, “if you were my only kiss yet?”

“Only kiss!?” You two turn back hearing a third voice. “So you two already kissed?”

“Haechan were you eavesdropping?” You feel a little annoyed to have your alone time with Jeno interrupted.

“No, I was just passing.” He sounds so upset people back on the land could feel it. “But I guess it’s good to know.”

Haechan goes into the cabin and you look at Jeno unsure of what to do.

“Go talk to him.” He takes your hand giving it a kiss.

You nod apologetically and go after Haechan.

“Haechan wait!” You call him and grab his wrist once you catch onto him. “What the hell was that?”

“What? Am I not allowed to be jealous when we’re all out here trying our best and you just go around giving out kisses?”

“Hey! I won’t tolerate you speaking to me like that!” You start to get really upset.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He lowers his head. “It’s just that… You seem to have made your mind already.”

“Just because me and Jeno kissed, it doesn’t mean I’ve chosen him already.”

“This is just really frustrating, I don’t know what else to do…” He sounds defeated now.

“Well maybe don’t explode like that for the smallest things. I…” You sigh. “I need some time to think.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Haechan says but you’re already heading out of the cabin.

You walk to the other edge of the boat where nobody is at. You sit and hold up your knees not knowing what to do. You were definitely not expecting this reaction and you don’t want these men to have the wrong idea about you. This is exactly why you where so hesitant to kiss Jeno that day on the hill, but in the moment it felt right. You trusted that he wouldn’t go around and brag to the others and he didn’t but sooner or later everybody would find out, you just didn’t expect it to be like this, like you two were holding a dark secret.

You were too lost in your thoughts that didn’t even notice a presence sitting down next to you until you heard his voice.

“Are you okay?”

You look up at Jaemin, your eyes glistening from the tears that were forming that you didn’t want to let out. Instead of waiting for your reply he simply threw his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his chest where lately it felt like your safe place.

You stayed like that for a while admiring the view as the boat returned to the pier. You eventually initiated a conversation with him not wanting to talk about the reasons that got you upset. He didn’t ask either, respecting your choice. This is just one of the reasons you are drawn to him, he always respect your boundaries and never forces you to talk if you don’t feel ready for it, but once you do he’s there to listen.

As the shore comes closer and closer you decide to hand him the rose you had for this group date. You spent some good time with the other guys too but this last moment with Jaemin just warmed your heart and honestly today you just want to head back to the mansion because unfortunately this Haechan incident isn’t the only thing keeping your mind busy.

The next day Hendery and Renjun exit the guest house, minds set on making the best out of this date so they don’t loose their chances with you. The driver drops them off at a Yoga studio and they glance at each other, not really what they had in mind.

They enter the building and widen their eyes when they find you inside a room stretched out on a yoga mat. When you notice their presence you graciously get up to greet them.

“Hey you two! How are you doing?”

They seem speechless so you just chuckle and point to the yoga mats, one at each side of you.

“Things have been a little bit tense between you two and it’s affecting me and the other guys too so I thought today we could do something relaxing. Can you do this for me?”

A moment of silence follows as you anxiously wait for a reaction.

“Anything for you.” Renjun’s face softens up and he smiles taking a place next to you.

Hendery simply nods taking the spot on your other side.

The instructor comes in and greets the three of you as no one else will be joining this class. You all stretch before starting on the actual exercises.

You have taken a few yoga classes before but never surrounded by two guys that are interested in you. Now you really understand when they say this is a very sensual activity. You try to focus your attention on what the instructor is saying but you can’t help glancing over the guys when they stretch and their shirts go up a bit revealing their lower abdomen, or when they bend and their clothes shamelessly reveal the curve of their butts.

But you’re not the only one peeking. Their eyes also follow the lines of your body and the relaxed expressions on your face that make them gulp and look away before something else starts to show through their clothes.

You all clap and thank the instructor as the class comes to an end.

“Alright guys, do you feel more calm and relaxed?” You face the them.

They both nod in agreement and finally you see a genuine smile on their faces.

“Great! Should we go get something to eat?” You suggest.

“Please, I’m starving!” Renjun agrees.

“Yes, let’s go.” Hendery adds.

You go to the locker rooms to get changed and meet again in front of the studio. You take them to a nice restaurant downtown. You get settled and order some drink to start with.

The conversation goes surprisingly well considering the tension that still exists between the two of them. You notice that they’re making an effort not to ruin this date but you can’t help feel that more from one of them than the other.

As the night and the chat progresses you start to feel nervous for the decision you’ll have to make. In both you can see thing you like and things you don’t but you have to choose what matters the most to you and for the plans you have for the future.

Hendery is someone family driven which you really appreciate because you want to build a family too. He’s also very nice and funny from the little talks you had. But he let the competition get to his head and you can’t help feel that this bickering has shifted his focus from you on his head, and this is definitely taken its toll on him.

Renjun came up a little abruptly, sometimes not understanding the right time to do things and you have felt that certain moments seemed forced between you too. But on the other hand he’s one of the people who makes the most effort to have his time with you and to get to know you no matter what it takes. And unlike the other boy, he doesn’t let this stupid war get on his way.

As you finish the meal you think this is the best time to announce your decision.

“As you know I only have one rose to hand out tonight and that means however doesn’t receive it will be going home.”

They gulp as you take out the rose and hold it in your hands.

“Before I tell you who I choose I just want you to know I really like both of you but I just can’t have you with me at the same time if this will cause trouble.”

You look between the two of them and take a deep breath before you say the name.

“Renjun.” He gasps. “Do you accept this rose?”

“Hell yes.” You pin the rose to his jacket and he can’t take off the smile on his face. “Thank you so much, Y/N.”

You glance over to the other bachelor who’s looking down and shaking his head.

“Hendery,” he lifts his head, “can we talk before you go?”

“Sure.” You two get up leaving Renjun inside.

You stand outside the restaurant as Hendery’s ride arrives.

“I’m sorry it came down to this.” You give him an apologetic look. “I wish I had more time to get to know you better but I feel like I stopped being your focus the moment you two started this fight.”

“I don’t even know what to say…” He almost whispers as tears build up in his eyes.

You have seen him happy and you’ve seen him angry in the past weeks but you’ve never seen him get this emotional.

“I really wish you made a different decision tonight, but I respect it, even though you’re breaking my heart.”

With that he turns around not wanting to cry on camera. As he gets into the car you can’t keep your own tears from rolling down your face. His last words are like a sword to your heart. You knew this would be hard but you never meant to break anyone’s heart because you don’t want the same to happen to you. And with this thought, Doyoung’s last words resound in your head. You tried to ignore it but you need to face everybody and find out the truth.

“Y/N, are you ok?” Renjun joins you outside wrapping his jacket around your shoulders.

“Yeah, thanks.” You wipe your damp cheeks and put on a smile. “Should we go? I’m tired.”

“Of course.”

He holds you in his arms until the car arrives and then helps you in. The ride back was quite as Renjun didn’t want to force you to talk considering your fragile state, even if his heart was bursting from being saved tonight.

The boys are already in the living room waiting for you but Chris comes along two. Confusion is in the air as the boys gather in a semi circle.

"Good evening gentleman. You might be wondering why I'm here so early but there's something Y/N wants to address before we start."

Chris steps back giving you a nod for you to take the lead on the conversation.

"Hi guys. This week has been though for me because there's a piece of information I've been trying to ignore but I can't any longer."

The bachelors seem curious yet scared about what might be going on.

"Before Doyoung left he told me to be cautious because somebody here is lying."

Their eyes widen in surprise.

"I've been trying to not pay attention to this but I'm afraid that I might be sending someone home who is here for me and keeping someone who already has somebody."

Tears build up in your eyes but you continue.

"So I'm here asking you all directly. If someone has a girlfriend back home please speak up because I'm here to find someone real and honest and I don't want have my heart broken once again."

Chris places his hand on your shoulder as your voice starts to crack by the end of your sentence.

"As you can tell this is something that's really bothering Y/N and we've told you from the beginning, if any of you is not here for the right reasons please speak up."

"I need to know if this is true or not, I think I deserve to know."

Silence fills in the room as no men dares to speak up. A tear falls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it not waiting to be this vulnerable right now.

"Do you think he might have made it up because he was upset you sent him home?" Yuta finally breaks the silence.

"I don't know, that's why I'm here to clear things up." You take a deep breath. "Please don't lie to me. If you want to leave please do it now before I start developing deep feelings for you."

Nobody says another word as looks are exchanged between all of them. Chris then decides to end the dreadful moment.

"Y/N, do you want to proceed with the cocktail party?"

You look at him and shake your head feeling defeated.

"Do you want some time to collect your thoughts?"

You nod and leave the room. Before Chris goes away he gives out a last warning.

"I ask that you re-think the reasons you are here and know you are free to walk out this house at any time. As you understood tonight we won't have any more time for you to chat with Y/N and we'll be back later for the rose ceremony."

Chris exits the room and the bachelors seem to have some words for each other now.

"Guys, if you're not serious here just go, some of us might loose our chances because of this." Taeyong says.

"Yeah, I was really counting on tonight to talk to Y/N and now I might be going home because somebody here is a coward." Haechan adds.

"We don't even know if this is true." Renjun comments. "Or it could even be Hendery and he already left."

"Oh you shut up, you already have your place secured for another week!" Haechan responds.

Renjun throws his hands in the hair in defeat and the group splits up not to let things escalate further.

You're already sitting in the decision room on the upper floor of the mansion when Chris joins you.

"How are you feeling?"

"Honestly I'm confused." You sigh. "I don't know who to believe."

"I'm not here to take sides but there is the possibility that Doyoung made this up to steer the game before he left."

"That's what I'm scared of, that I might be falsely accusing them. But then again this might be true and I don't want to keep someone here for them to later break my heart."

"As always take your time and trust what your heart tells you, I'm sure you will make the best decision for you."

"Thank you Chris."

"I'll be back when you're ready."

Chris leaves the room and you lower your head starting to doubt ever joining this show. You thought you'd come here to find your true love but you might be leaving even more broken.

After an hour, that felt like days for the bachelors downstairs, you and Chris join them.

"Before we start, does anybody want to say something?"

Nobody wants to speak.

"Well then, our Bachelorette has in the bowl 4 roses to hand out tonight. Jaehyun, Jaemin and Renjun already got theirs ont he dates so that means one of you will be leaving. Y/N, whenever you want."

Chris leaves and you pick up the first rose. You don't have it in you to say anything else tonight so you call out the first name.

"Yuta."

He steps forward with a sympathetic smile.

"Do you accept this rose?"

"I do. And I promise I'm not here to hurt you." You bite your lip not wanting to cry as you pin the rose to his jacket. "Thank you."

As he steps back you pick up the nest one.

"Jeno."

He walks with his signature smile that warms up your heart.

"Do you accept this rose?"

"Of course." You pin it to his jacket and he whispers. "I'm not a violent guy but I'll beat up whoever tries to hurt you."

You smile as he returns to his place.

"Taeyong."

He releases a deep breath he was holding.

"Do you accept this rose?"

"Absolutely." You pin the rose. "Thank you so much."

When he walks back Chris re-enters the room.

"Y/N, this is the last rose tonight. Have you made your decision?"

"Yes."

Chris takes the empty bowl leaving you to announce the next guy you want to keep for another week. Johnny and Haechan look nervous as they expect to hear their names.

"Johnny."

He looks relieved and the other boy just looks down in defeat.

"Do you accept this rose?"

"Definitely." You pin the last rose of the night. "Thank you for trusting me."

Chris comes back into the living room.

"Haechan unfortunately you two were not meant to be. You can say your goodbyes to everybody."

He hugs the guys and then approaches you.

"I'm sorry Haechan." You hug him.

"I should be the one apologising." He holds you tight. "I had no right talking to you like that, I hope you can forgive me."

"No hard feelings ok?" You smile.

"No hard feelings." He assures you. "Good luck with these suckers!"

He kisses your forehead and leaves while the rest of the group laugh.

In the next episode:

Things are awkward between the bachelors as they try to figure out who can possibly be deceiving you.

“I bet it’s you. Just admit it!”

“If I go home and find out a cheater gets to stay I will be pissed.”

And two more men will be leaving the competition.

“I thought we were building something special.”

“I can’t keep you all here.”

“You gotta make every second count.”

Stay tuned for next weeks episode premiering 18/07.

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Episode 6

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What do you think each of the boys top “love languages” are? (Acts of service, words of affirmation, etc)? You write so well, love ur blog 💛

-- Hi!! Thank you so much for your sweet words^^ That’s so nice of you. Also, wow, this is such a great question!!! I love thinking about how to categorize personalities, so I really enjoyed pondering this for a while 🤔😅Eventually I just went with what made the most sense to me, but undoubtedly these opinions could change over time. And, of course, these are just *my* thoughts, so I’d really love to hear from everyone whether they agree or disagree and why~ Thanks again and I hope you are having a great day/night 💜💕

BANGTAN LOVE LANGUAGES

Seokjin: Quality Time -I think you could make a strong argument that he is also “words of affirmation,” especially given how much he courts praise (worldwide handsome, my handsome face, yes I’m handsome, etc etc), but.....I would also say that exact reason is why it’s not his love language. I think his personality is such that if it were his true love language, he wouldn’t be so bold about asking for it or encouraging it. So....for me, the thing that really makes sense for Mr. Worldwide Handsome himself is quality time. Of the 7 of them, Jin had the most opportunity to experience a “normal life.” He was already a college student by the time he was recruited, so I have always felt that, for him, the magnitude of their fame and the ways it changed his life has been a little bittersweet. No matter how grateful he is for his life and proud of his work and happy to be what he is, I can’t help but feel that he mourns the loss of that normalcy in a deeper way than the others. Therefore, I think it truly means the most to him when he is able to spend free, unbothered, private, and significant time with people he cares about. The ability to set down the title of “BTS’ Jin” for just a moment and be relaxed in company where he feels completely comfortable and cared for and normal is a dream situation for him.

Yoongi: Physical Touch -So Yoongi is, in my opinion, the most empathetic member of the group---the one who is always silently watching, listening, observing, and then handling whatever comes up. He is painfully aware of the needs of every person around him and doesn’t hesitate to step up and fill those needs where he can, and if he can’t do it alone, he helps the person find the solution elsewhere. Because of this, I think he’s very well versed in giving love in the form of words of affirmation, acts of service, quality time, and even occasionally giving gifts. However, I think the way he craves affection is through physical touch. Words of affirmation is a close second to me, but I think, genuinely, when he is as in-tune to the emotions and needs of others sometimes he just needs someone to hold his hand. I also think that, for him, physical touch and quality time kind of come hand-in-hand (no pun intended): his idea of being loved is sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with someone who loves him for a long period of time. Someone who will cuddle him and hold his hand and hug him when he’s tired and stressed, when he can’t sleep at night, when he is too overwhelmed to even work. Being in a loving, comfortable environment to him means being in one where puppy-piles on the couch aren’t unheard of, where it’s not strange to bustle around the kitchen bumping into each other, and where a touch on the arm is as commonplace as a smile.

Hoseok: Acts of Service -J-Hope is the toughest one for me, for reasons that I can’t quite explain. I think he plays such an important role in the group that has so many nuances I can’t really pin any one love language on him---except, for some reason, the one that sticks out the most to me is acts of service. For someone who has, by his own admission, worked very hard to cultivate and embody a particular persona (one that is happy and carefree and positive), I can see him being really moved by having someone quietly do things for him that make his life easier. Making him a meal after a hard rehearsal, unpacking his things for him after a long tour, doing the dishes or taking out the trash so he doesn’t have to worry about it, etc etc. Doing the hard or tedious or daunting things for him so he has a chance to just relax, to put down the persona for just a moment and be babied a little.

Namjoon: Words of Affirmation -Words mean the most to Namjoon. He has intentionally surrounded himself with words his whole life: lyrics, languages, poetry, literature. He probably also enjoys an act of service or an odd hour or two doing something Namjoony (museums, nature, etc) with someone he loves, but I think, when it comes right down to it, Namjoon communicates most and best with words. However, while others need words to praise them or acknowledge them, sometimes I think Namjoon simply craves conversation that stimulates his incredibly high level of intelligence. Sometimes, he just needs someone with whom he can discuss his deepest thoughts, opinions, philosophies, ideas, fears---and who will then affirm everything he has said; not necessarily agree, but just affirm that his thoughts are valid and interesting and provoking, to vibe with him on a similar level. Also, I think he really appreciates being told that his music, his actions, his life has had a positive impact on others. And, of course, I think he, who was mocked early on for his appearance, really thrills at being complimented for things beyond just his intellect and talent.

Jimin: Receiving Gifts -I know, I know: the cuddle monster of BTS is surely a “physical touch” person, right?? And if not that, then certainly the highly self-critical, sensitive, classically trained performer would surely crave “words of affirmation” the most, right?? ..........I won’t actually argue much against either of those, because I think Jimin, more than the rest of them, could probably easily fall into multiple categories. Does he love cuddling/hugging/physical closeness? Absolutely. Does he adore receiving praise or affirmation? Definitely. But here’s what I think about Jimin: he is one of the most empathetic people in the group. He’s caring, he’s observant---he’s completely willing to do whatever it takes to make the people around him KNOW they are loved. He’s intuitive and highly aware of the needs of others and acts on that intuition in a pretty selfless way. Because of this, I think it means a LOT to him when someone takes the time to buy or acquire something that he either needs or wants. It’s a sign that someone else has been listening or watching him as closely as he listens to and watches others. I think he is the sort of person who appreciates gifts (especially random ones) because it shows that the other person saw something that reminded them of him, totally at random or totally unprompted. (but yes, also physical touch and words of affirmation)

Taehyung: Words of Affirmation -Honestly, he is the only one I feel most certain about. Taehyung needs to be told that he is doing well; more than that, he needs to be listened to. Some could argue that being listened to is more “quality time” (and I wouldn’t necessarily disagree) but I feel like hearing the right words and being able to comfortably say the right words to someone who is paying close attention are extremely similar. Taehyung seems to live off the praise of those who mean the most to him. Whenever he learns a new skill (painting, composing, ‘playing’ the violin) he wants to show the world: he wants to be told he has done well. He also very much dislikes being ignored or forgotten or spoken over---all very normal things to be irritated about, but they really seem to dig at him. I could get into a whole discourse about why I think this is (his position in the group, his history within the group, his particular personality etc etc), but for now I’ll just leave it with this: Taehyung is the sort of person who loves to cuddle, loves to receive thoughtful gifts, and enjoys spending time with those he loves---but what he needs most is to hear good things about himself and his accomplishments, to be reassured, to be recognized, and to be heard.

Jungkook: Quality Time -Here’s my thinking: as the baby of the group, as the precious maknae that was raised by these 6 other men, Jungkook received (and still receives and will continue to receive) all the physical touch (cuddling, hugs, hand-holding, playing with his hair, etc etc) and words of affirmation ( “golden maknae”, he’s the coolest, everything he does is great, so handsome, talented, etc etc) a person could ever possibly want. He’s literally never lacked those things; he has ALWAYS had at least 6 other people to snuggle him and praise him (nevermind the millions of ARMY that would kill to do the same 😂). At the opposite end of the same stick, since he is the youngest I don’t think receiving gifts is anything new or special to him; plus he seems very much the sort of person who RELISHES his ability to provide for himself (see: his fancy car, apartment, etc). He’s also been raised in an environment where things are done for him as a matter of course, so acts of service doesn’t seem to fit either. Therefore, I think one thing that means the most to him is quality time. Actually, quite similar to his hyung-nim and best buddy Jin, I think he also genuinely craves any opportunity to spend quiet, private, meaningful time with those he cares about (although for an opposite reason: Jin aches for a life he used to have, Jungkook yearns for a life he never had a chance to experience). This is also why I think he’s always very vocal about how much he loves and misses ARMY: the time spent at concerts/performances is quality time to him, an opportunity to spend time with some of the people he loves the most.

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sor-vette · 3 years

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one, strike!! (index/description)

☜ profiles II

two, down!! ☞

Naturally what was estimated into an hour quickly grew into three hours and naturally, those three hours involved a decent amount of manhandling and lots of loose fists. All in all, you limped your way into the annual celebration late and with a busted lip and a nicely settling lilac shade on the cusp of the jaw. The celebration was nearing the end. There were no speakers on the stage or even in the front row. The crowd had mingled already long before.

Jin is actually the first who you notice in the crowd. Uncharacteristically he’s sitting alone by one of the side tables of the room. In front of him, there’s a small gathering of empty champagne glasses, even as you’re looking he’s playing with the thin stem of the glass, face completely blank. You sidestep into a larger group of people to avoid any eye contact. Namjoon is of course the next.

He’s standing listening to someone unfamiliar to you speak. He nods along with the conversation but you can see his jaw clenched in a death grip. He’ll need a brace soon, you think dryly. The rhythmical bops on the sides of his cheeks were amusing, yes, but not when directed at you. At the moment where your legs hesitate by the banquet table, there rings a shutter sound of a camera. You try to peek as subtly as possible and upon seeing a mop of dark curls sticking above the lens, you dip towards Namjoon. Anything but that. Anything. Yeah, you’d rather deal with angry Namjoon than any jabs of resentment with V. Namjoon, in fact, does notice you and his veins, in fact, do actually start showing. He’s one split hair away from foaming at the mouth. And yet, and yet-

“Ah, Mr. Reyes and Mr. Kuznetsov, I’d like to meet R.D. It’s the woman I’ve talked to you about earlier in the evening,” earlier when you were supposed to show your ass up. His voice is completely neutral as if you’d showing up late, tousled, and looking like a digested raccoon was part of the plan.

“Sorry for meeting you this late, there was a situation that needed my attention,” even if they’re not placated by the excuse, the polite hmm’s are still given.

“Mr. Kuznetsov had heard how you declined positions in all of the other departments and he was wondering why.” And you once had thought that Jin and Jimin were award-worthy actors... Namjoon doesn’t give off anything, not a single clue. He paraphrases the belated questions so casually as if he didn’t know. As if he didn’t know that the answer was him all along. Sure, there were other… reasons, other circumstances but no matter how the dice was turned, the primary descent into your suicidal career choice was pushed by Namjoon himself.

“I like the freedom of the cleaner department.”

“Freedom?” Mr. Kuznetsov echoes and you politely wait for his interpreter thinking it’d be rude to intrude on his job.

“Freedom?”

“Yes. There are certain characteristics to other departments that require um… putting on airs? Being a cleaner means I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not and I’m largely responsible for my own choices.” Namjoon snorts. It is an ugly, mocking sound.

“Furthermore,” you continue, glaring at him “our department is very friendly and honest. We say what we want and don’t rope people in situations that are only beneficial to us.” Namjoon’s jaw makes an audible tick. For a split second, it seems he has simply managed to dislocate it entirely.

“I thought they were also supposed to be punctual.” He snarks through what was supposed to look like an amicable smile. A miserable fail on his part.

“Yes, they are. It’s just not me. Not a postcard material, you see.” If Mr. Reyes and Mr. Kuznetcov pick up on the rapidly increasing animosity, they at least have the working social sense not to remark on it. Both of them thank you for your answers and then stay a little longer to talk to Namjoon again. At that point, you start to zone out of reality and have something alike Ducktales intro loudly playing in your mind.

When they bid their goodbyes almost twenty minutes later, the re-purposed great conference hall is nearly empty. Jin had disappeared without you seeing. And so has V, thank God. Briefly, you try to find someone else familiar but there is none. Finally, the pair leaves, and Namjoon is left openly fuming. He takes those purposeful, long strides and you almost double in two, growling:

“Don’t you even-!” He does not listen and catches your elbow in a death grip, dragging you to the first exit door into those gray nondescript hallways you loathe. You shove him away unceremoniously.

“Do you enjoy creating a mess? Or are you simply incapable of keeping a promise?” His voice is low, monotone, kicking your self-esteem right underneath Earth’s crust. It was hard - to argue with Namjoon. Just…not impossible. Overall it helped to think of it as the world’s snidest debate match.

“I distinctly remember not promising anything due to this very reason.”

“Your reason being?”

“My direct duties as a custodian.” Namjoon actually snarls.

“To the boy?”

“His name is Erik,” you lightly correct and for some reason, he gives a mirthless laugh. As if that’s faintly amusing.

“You’ve never treated your duties seriously.”

“Actually, I have. You just don’t like it if I do something on my own.” It’s a deja vu at this point. You’ve had this conversation, point by point, five years ago.

A beat of silence passes.

Then another one.

“You’re happy now?” Namjoon asks. You suspect largely to make you feel guilty over something not defined.

“Of course. We just had a perfectly pleasant conversation.” You say matter-of-factly. Yes, it is hard to argue with Namjoon but once you learn that his biggest weakness is someone brushing off all of his righteous fury aside and not let it underneath the skin... Well, it is a couple of hundred steps towards mastery on this very vague debate team.

“Clean yourself up.” He bites his last and stomps away. You wait until he disappears up the exit stairs and let out a long sigh, letting your spine relax.

You turn around all too ready to go home and drown inside your mattress but freeze upon seeing Jimin. He stands quite far away, by appearance having just exited the conference hall. There are faint creases in his face and mute worry reflecting in the eyes. No doubt, he heard at least half the conversation. You both stand awkwardly in the silence of the hallway, each rooted in their own spot. He gives a small smile, an attempt at comfort. So very like Jimin. You lightly shrug as if to say - “it is what it is”. To not look him into the eyes, you turn your head to the top of his head. It is pink now. Looks nice. You point to the top of your own head and give a thumbs up, hoping he’d get what you’re trying to gesture. He does. Jimin gives another smile, a touch shyer as he lowers his eyes in silent gratitude at the compliment but the worry doesn’t decrease.

The conversation if it could be called that ends there and after another heavy sigh, he walks back into the hall.

“Life is like a hurricane, here in, Duckberg,” you bop quietly walking down the empty hallway.

***

Namjoon sags into the chair of his office in total darkness as he didn’t bother to turn on the lights. The only faint illumination is provided by the neon lights of the city below. The walk of twenty-five floors has taken all the wind out of him, along with it the anger. Thirty minutes ago he was mumbling it like a mantra in his head. He’d wrangle your neck if you dared to show your face and now he finds the very idea irrational. Jin had said his temper has gotten worse over the course of six years. The unrelenting stress taking a toll, he said. Maybe, maybe it was the stress. But Namjoon begrudgingly had to admit it was you who hit the nail of the problem. He took an issue wherever you or really anyone in his care did things on their own. He was the leader, the face of everything they try to do here. To save the world, that’s what the tag line said. But years after years of trying to save the world and years after years worth of sacrifices piling up, he’d rather start not to save the world but just save someone.

And then you came here, nearly six years ago, forlorn and bent on killing yourself and he lets you into this hellhole. Let's you stay so you could find meaning in the vague promises of being an underground hero, a vigilante. And then when it becomes peaceful when life seems to be good, you take a dive. A dive that just keeps ongoing. And it’s not that Namjoon doesn’t trust you. You’ve matured in heaps and bounds and reached a notable level of professionalism within the cleaner department. But the world is another thing. A shelter sometimes can be confining but it is ultimately safe. Isn’t safety better than running around jumping from one risky decision to another for the sake of “living adventurous life”?

Namjoon lets his head drop into the palms of his hands. Lately, this is all he’s been doing. Getting angry and then feeling like a complete villain. A pulse begins to form behind his eyes. The telltale sign of an incoming migraine.

God, he just wants to sleep.

***

“Get out,” you murmur half-heartedly, closing the doors to your small apartment. Pop music blasts inside the apartment with Erik lazily enjoying cherry candy sticks on the top of your bed.

“Oh, you’re home.”

“And you’re here. See how upset that makes me?” Erik stared at your stilled expression.

“Devastating,” he murmurs, “did your get your ass kicked? For being late?”

“Well, as long as never show my face there ever again and die on this very spot, no, I’ve handled it quite well.” He points at you with the red object, voice insinuating a captivating intrigue -

“I’m sorry for tonight but I promise tomorrow you’ll have reparations.”

- when it was just plain annoying.

“Instead of thousand sorry’s, I’d like to hear at least once you ask for my permission.”

“You’d say no.”

“I like saying no. It lowers your enthusiasm.”

Erik grumbles something indecipherable. A person busts in through the doors along with the hearty clanging of two bottles smacking against each other.

“What is he doing here?” Irina throws a disapproving look towards the bed.

“No idea.”

“Get out.”

“No, but -”

“Get lost,” you echo Irina.

“Okey-dokey.” And with obnoxious curtsy accompanied with “ladies!” Erik is gone without another whine. You sigh heavily, absent-mindedly poking at the small tower of empty coffee mugs sitting in the sink. There has been no time during the week. You’ve been far too busy spending your free time in alteration between watching old cartoons and staring at a wall.

Irina places her coat and shoes next to her, frowning at the door.

“Why do you even like this kid?” You give a simple shrug. Maybe deep down you know the answer, maybe you don’t but largely you don’t think it matters. Erik was your trainee and that was the end of that. Well, that was how much you were willing to share with the outer world.

“He thinks differently.”

“Isn’t it just the fact that he wears red eyeshadow?” You still for a moment, looking at the paper bags Irina places on your kitchen table.

“Omelas?”

“Yeah.” She puts down the two faded tourist mugs from inside the small kitchen cupboard. I love Vienna and Someone in Paris misses you respectively. You look at the mugs almost apprehensively as if their appearance was somehow offensive but say nothing. They were just mugs after all. Nothing more.

Irina pours the champagne and pops open the white takeout boxes, pushing one in your direction.

“Snagged this from the anniversary party.” She proudly proclaimed, “they had really big banquet tables.”

“Yeah, I saw.” You take a sip of the champagne wincing at the taste. The label of 2004 Philipponnat Clos des Goisses Brut promised its tasters lively energy and tastes of lemon peel, pear, hazelnuts, and mint. What was on your tongue tasted like pure acid. No better than the cheapest energy drink found in the shadiest small stores peppered across the town.

“What are you thinking?”

“The name is obnoxiously long.” Irina huffs while dutifully stuffing her mouth full of chicken.

“No, I meant -” she takes a breath, gulping down on the champagne. For a second you almost worry she’ll end up hacking herself to death at this rate of consumption.

“Did our CEO invite you?”

“Yes.”

“And something happened?”

“Yes.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“No.” She falls silent. After a moment, she unexpectedly reaches across the table and pushes a bite of her rice into your mouth.

“Let’s never be sad over anyone, okay.” You push the rice on the one side of your cheek to push through a flirtatious -

“Only over you.”

Irina gives a wry smile.

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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Ode and Ethan are so cute together, my heart could burst 💓

More questions coming your way

Who says I love you first? How long into the relationship? How does it happen?

How far into the relationship do they move in together?

How do they celebrate Ethans 40th?

Whats the most special gift they have given each other?

What do they love most about each other? Do they have any pet peeves?

Do they always work together? Does Ode surpass Ethan in the medical world?

Did E make up with Louise in this universe? Of so what does she think of Ode?

♥️

> ask me anything <

Yay! Okay here we go!!!!!

So my initial reaction is... neither of them actually ever says it. They feel it and they’re secure enough to just know. They have this little head jerk and eyebrow raise that basically is their way of saying “i love you” which they do all the time. Just a silent recognition without giving too much away to those around them. But eventually like 10ish months into it it’s said out loud as an off shoot. Wasn’t meant to come out but it did ever so naturally.

How it comes out? ...................... this literally took me three days to figure out:

Ode says it first. On a phone call. She didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out with her goodbye of “alright. love you. bye”. She didn’t even realize she said it until hours later when she was replaying the conversation, mentally checking off that she has all the things they agreed upon before she heads home.

After residency Ode and all her friends go separate ways so she needs to move into a smaller apartment. Ethan extended an offer to stay with him for a while until she finds a place (with the subtext of forever), even saying she could have the second bedroom since it’s been practically hers anyway. But Ode diplomatically declined; they’ve only been together for five months and she’s still so fearful that they’re going to fuck this up somehow. They’ve only just started having sex. So she gets herself her first solo place with one bedroom in the same neighborhood near the hospital.

They move in together when her 16 month lease is up. By then there wasn’t a doubt in her mind anymore. She loved her little third floor walk up and the independence that came with it, but nothing could beat the views at Ethan’s place, and it’s always felt a little bit like home.

So Ethan’s 40th happens before they get together. And true to form he doesn’t want to do a damn thing. But “40 is practically mid life crisis territory and he’s due for a breakdown” (as Jackie put it). So Ode, Sienna and Kyra work together to plan the most elaborate single person party. Because Ethan is such a devout patron of the arts, BOH (after much southern belle pitching from o and k) agree to perform an abridged version of Ethan’s favorite opera at their small rehearsal theatre. Sienna makes a majority of the dinner, all Ethan’s proclaimed favorites for meal, cocktail and dessert. Ode is on getting him to actually turn up. He knows she’s planning something and wants no part of it but goes along because this is “payback for my birthday”. He’s absolutely confused as to why they’re driving out of Boston.

In the atrium is set up as a cocktail hour with a handful of Ethan’s close friends and his dad - the people who want to celebrate him. 40 minutes later the people clear out and it’s just Ode and Ethan (siennas waiting on standby to drive ode home) making their way into the performance area where there’s dinner and dessert under a klosh at a single solitary table. Ethan’s speechless As ode explains the scene they’ve walked into. He sits, she pours him a drink, says happy birthday as the music of the show starts to play and goes to leave.

“You’re not staying?”

“You said you wanted to be alone.”

“Alone and at home. Not alone watching ten people perform.”

She shoots him a look and Ethan stands to look for a second chair.

“Siennas waiting to drive me home.”

“Tell her to join. It’s the least I can do since she made much too much food for one human.”

The three of them have a lovely evening. And if Ethan wasn’t fully cognizant of the fact he loves her, he sure as hell is now. Who else would do this? For him???

The most special gift Ode’s gotten from Ethan is the keyboard. Figuring out her feelings and falling for Ethan was a great inspiration to get her to start writing again. Much to some of her roommates dissatisfaction when the girl forgot to plug headphones in at stupid o’clock.

His most prized gift actually wasn’t something she’s gotten him - over the years she’s given him make shift things, ties and cufflinks, books but nothing as special as what her dad gave him when they visited him for the first time as a couple. It was a small photo album of ode from her teen years and through college. He didn’t even recognize her in a few - sitting on a table in ripped skinny jeans with wild hair and a guitar on her lap. She’s looking at the camera out of the corner of her eyes - singing something with mouth wide open and corners turned in a smile. There’s a spark in her eyes he recognizes but the one he knows it miles duller. He likes this side of her. Wonders what happened. And wants to make her feel like that happy go lucky girl every day for the rest of forever.

Ethan loves her compassion and level-headedness when it matters, and ofc that she has so many skills and talents he keeps uncovering. Wants to spend the rest of his life finding out about. He also really loves the creases at the corner of her eyes. She won’t agree they’re crows feet - she’s much too young for that atm. But he loves them because they make her eyes all the more expressive.

Ode loves his intelligence but also his gentleness. Once you get past that coarse, jaded Ramsey front he’s such a soft bean. She likes how they can talk for hours or just sit in companionable silence. There’s no expectations that need to be fulfilled with him outside of work and it’s the healthiest relationship she’s been in.

They both hate how stubborn the other can be. He hates how she leaves teabags all over the kitchen when the garbage is right there. She hates how anal he is about cleanliness and clutter. But how he can’t seem to get all his socks in the hamper - there’s always some hiding around back.

No, they don’t always work together. Ode is on the DT for another year before getting a research opportunity to write about the most interesting cases they’ve come across, alongside Ethan. He declined the title credit, but helped with the research. She dedicated her first book to him.

The more recognition she started to get in the medical world press, the more people uncovered her musical past. It was a bit jarring to have to talk about that small part of her life when she gave a keynote on new technologies in diagnostics medicine for the digital age. So much so that she got a call from her publishing house and SESAC. Basically to push her to do a one-off gig and see if she’s interested in remastering and a couple synch and derivative deals. Her first response was ‘i’m really busy and it’s been over a decade’. But after aimlessly wandering around their apartment and eventually sitting down to play, fighting a war within her, Ethan pushes her to do it.

She certainly surpasses Ethan in the medical world, but not for the reasons he’s known for. She ends up marrying her love of music with medicine and becomes a viral sensation. A new-age doctor for the on-demand generations.

No, I don’t think he does make up with Louise. not really. Ethan’s cordial but doesn’t want anything else to do with her. He doesn’t became a brat when Alan brings her up, though. He respects his dad enough - with the help of Ode - to pretend to be a three-piece family. Ode actually told Ethan that it probably isn’t a good idea that he brings her to rehab - she suggested scheduling a therapy session at the rehab to try and work things through when everyone’s minds have had time to settle. Ethan told her he’d rather rip the band-aid off so they drive her together.

Louise is skeptical - she doesn’t like the idea of someone influencing her son. Yeah, the girl is pretty but who tf is she? Alan says Ethan’s been single and no chance of dating as he’s much too restless for that. Months after being released from rehab and sticking around the Providence-area, Louise tries to get back in contact. She has a job and she’s been clean ever sense. She and Alan talk every now and then but no chance of repairing the family. Louise is there for lunch when Ode and E drive up for the weekend. It’s a whole rush of emotions for E again, and Ode is oddly hopeful, wanting to make the best of the situation. Louise sees the way the ramsey men look at her and she has no choice but to get on board.

as always, thank you for these. I love them and you so so much ♥️

#Anonymous #asked #Ethan x Mc #Odette hall #a freaking ESSAY #hit me with some more 😆

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skylarmoon71 · 3 years

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Leonardo x Reader Oneshot TMNT 2014/2016

Disclaimer: I own my love for fanfiction, nothing more. Enjoy!!

"I don't trust you." To say those words didn't hurt would be a blatant lie. Standing in the lair with all four turtles around, you blinked, determined not to show any type of weakness. Leo's eyes were resolute after the statement, and the three other turtles grew quiet.

It started with Mikey's casual teasing. You were so used to it, so when he joked about Leo having a crush on you because he constantly gave you the cold shoulder, you laughed it off. Mikey's wasn't being serious. But apparently it struck a nerve with Leo.

"Leonardo." Splinter heard it all. You could see the way Leo's jaw was clenched, and all you wanted to do was punch him in his stupid leader face.

"Raph is right, you really are nothing but a jerk!" you pushed up your glasses, turning on your heels as you stormed off. You knew the moment you got back to your room you'd fall apart. But you could save a little face. You just needed to ensure you didn't fall apart in front of him. You wouldn't give him that power.

Leo's mistrust wasn't completely unwarranted. Your meeting with the turtles was fairly unique. It wasn't in an act of heroism. You had in fact tracked them down. Like Donatello, you were very good with computers. A master hacker. Because of your little hobby, it provided a lot of room for snooping. In middle school you hacked NASA, and they were none the wiser. By the beginning of high school, you were hooked up to every police scan and federal cases. Everything and anything that you wanted to know was right at your fingertips.

Being an orphan probably didn't help with your moral compass. As long as you knew it was always about seeking our own self interest. You were now a junior in high school. Being a New Yorker was pretty much the usual. Grumpy people, busy bodies. What wasn't ordinary was alien invasions. It alarmed you when there were metal boxes floating in the streets, panic throughout the city. What pissed you off was the fact that it was never addressed as to what really happened that day. The government provided some half assed excuse, and everyone just accepted it. Determined to get to the bottom of your newest interest, you'd stumbled upon something quite interesting.

A fellow hacker, almost as gifted as you. Not nearly as careful though. At the time you had no idea it was Donnie. You just followed the informational patterns that strangely aligned with all the unexplained incidents that occured in New York. Intrigued, you kept pushing, and even decided to confront the individuals that you were led to. Safe to say four giant mutant turtles were not what you were expecting. After nearly having a heart attack, you finally solved the mystery of the vigilantes.

A very unexpected development emerged from your discovery. You befriended them. Donatello was impressed at your technical skills, and you were even more with him. You were born with the genes basically, probably from your parents, but they were created. He adapted his intelligence all on his own, and to you that was astounding.

Months passed, and you found that being with the turtles and even assisting when you could, you felt like you were a part of something great. Something amazing. You were helping people with your gift, rather than using it for your own means of living. All in all, they seemed to like you. Even Raph who probably was the least trusting of strangers warmed up to you. The only one who held a general dislike for you was apparently Leo.

Since your meeting was a bit forced, he was weary of you. As time went by you thought that would fade. It wasn't like you would reveal their secret to anyone; they were your friends. At least that's how you saw them. Leo obviously didn't feel the same. Not that you cared. If he wanted to act like a douche then you would let him. If he thought those words would make you run he was wrong. You will be back first thing tomorrow. After you were done crying a little to day that was.

~The Next Day~

"Don't worry too much about Leo. Ya gotta give him time. " Raph nudged you on your seat on the couch as you were beating him in mario kart.

"I'm not worried. It's his fault if he wants to keep that giant stick up his ass." Raph laughed out loud and you joined, adjusting your glasses quickly so you didn't lose your spot on the course. Someone clearing their throat behind you made you drop the control. You didn't have to turn to know who it was. Raph was already standing, flipping over the couch.

He was probably there because it was about that time for them to go on patrol. Raph ruffled your hair with a grin. "See ya later kid, I'll be back to beat ya."

"Hah, maybe in your dreams!" Donatello rushed past, handing you a computer. "Thanks for the codes, the servers are moving a lot faster (Y/N)." you nod. "Sure thing Donnie, anything for a brother hacker." you showed him a peace sign smiling. Mikey was the last to join, swinging his nunchucks. "Who's ready to kick some criminal butt!" he said excitedly. Raph and Donnie just turned, not really acknowledging the younger turtle's antics. "Really? No one." he followed behind still trying to get a word from his brothers. Leo lingered there, and it took you a moment to realize he was staring at you.

You frowned. "Don't worry, I'm not going to burn down your home or anything, so you don't have to keep watch. " you stood, pushing your glasses up your nose, heading in the opposite direction. Leo knew he deserved the hostility. After the conversation with Splinter, he felt like he really understood nothing about his feelings.

~Flashback~

"Did they forget that she basically blackmailed us just to see who we were. Why am I the bad guy." He was more than a little frustrated. Even Raph was lecturing him on his statement that day. Raph of all people.

"Leonardo, she's young, just like you. I believe there is another reason you're conflicted about her."

"What do you mean?" He couldn't understand what Splinter was trying to say.

"Maybe you have learned to see her in another light. And it's difficult for you to understand. So your mind is telling you it's mistrust, but is that what you really feel?" His forehead creased in thought.

"What I really feel." He couldn't come up with a good answer. His encounters with you were never lengthy. He barely acknowledged you on most occasions. But when he did, he found that he was watching, or more like studying what you did. Your intelligence, humor, and those glasses that never seemed to stay perched up on your face. Leo's eyes grew wide.

"Sensei I..."

"You have feelings for her." Leo wanted to swallow his tongue. That couldn't be.

"There is nothing wrong with what you feel, however you need to be more careful with your words. (Y/N), despite her resilience is still very much a child. " Leo was still in a sense of shock. Splinter walked over, patting him on the shoulder. "I know you will find a way to make amends with her. Just be honest." he said nothing else, walking off with his hands folded behind his back.

"How am I supposed to do that." If you disliked him before, you definitely hated him now.

~Flashback end~

Leo released a heavy sigh. It would take a lot to take back those words. Right now, all he wanted was to let you know that he was wrong. It didn't matter if you detested him. He just needed to restore the trust he should have placed in you the moment he realized you cared for his family the same way he did.

~~~

"Mikey check out my costume!!" you were sporting a pikachu onesie. It was halloween after all, and you were more than excited to show off the cute yellow design.

"Pika pika~" you mimicked the sound your favorite Pokémon with a smile.

"You're so cute!" he gushed in a baby voice. You giggled, adjusting your glasses. The parade was about to start and you didn't want to miss it. Since this was one of the few days the turtles could roam around without suspicion, you were overjoyed. It was the first outing you had with them all together outside. You bounced on your feet when Donatello and Raph came from around the corner talking about training most likely. "Come on guys we need to get going!" you urged. Raph placed his hand on your pointed hoodie. "Alright hold ya horses. Leo's coming too." You puffed your cheeks at that.

"Great, the world's greatest killjoy is joining us." You really didn't want Leo's strict attitude on your night of fun.

"Speak of the devil." He was walking with his eyes in a book. When he saw everyone gathered his eyes raised. When they landed on you, he stopped completely. You knew it was stupid, but you blushed, because of the awe in his eyes as he looked at you. Your gaze moved down as you grabbed at the tail of your costume, fiddling with it. "Dummy, why is he looking at me like that!" Leo was the last person you wanted to make your heart beat that way. You weren't even wearing tight clothing either, so why the hell was he staring like you were the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Leo willed himself to look away, placing his book down.

"She looks so cute." Of course he didn't say it out loud. Regaining his cool, he folded his arms.

"You guys ready."

"Yeah dude we were waiting for you." Mikey reached over picking you up, you were laughing the entire time.

"Onward soldiers!!" he shouted. Raph just tapped him on the head. "Dude!" Donnie rolled his eyes.

"If you guys start fighting Sensei won't let us go." he informed. Mikey made a zipping motion on his lips. Leo watched his brothers marching away with you. And a tinge of jealousy rushed through his body seeing how comfortable you seemed with Mikey.

~~~

Walking through the streets you took in all the creative costumes. Bands were marching, people cheering, bodies jumping and prancing to the music that blared through the speakers. Mikey was a little ways ahead, easily making friends in the crowd of people. He looked so happy. Raph and Donnie's eyes were also trained on Mikey. The content expressed on their faces was really indescribable. They usually gave him a hard time, and you knew it was just how brothers acted with each other. He was the youngest, and you were positive if anyone tried to hurt him, they would protect him in a heartbeat.

"Hey there, are you all alone cutie." you were so distracted that you didn't realize you got partially separated from the others. The male blocking your way annoyed you. Raph and the others were a short way up the street. If you could just get past this guy you could join them.

"Sorry but I'm with my friends. I've got to go." He moved closer to grab your hand, and you were about to recoil when a hand came down and pulled you backwards. You stumble into something firm, and when you look up, blue eyes are glaring at the man before you. "She's taken." the guy raised both his hands with a laugh. "Alright hulk no need to get mad. You should keep a better watch on your girl." He backed up, leaving, falling back into the crowd. When he was gone, those electric eyes moved in your direction. He was still holding unto you.

"T-Thank you Leo." you weren't much of a fighter, and you would hate it if the turtles first outing got ruined because you couldn't stay close. "Be more careful, guys like that are nothing but trouble. I'd hate it if you got hurt."

That was the nicest thing he'd ever really said to you.

Wait a minute.

"What did you mean I'm taken? " you raised a brow. Leo let you go, taking a step back.

"I was just..I didn't want him getting any ideas." He wouldn't look at you. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"N-No it's okay. I kinda figured as much." Why the hell were you disappointed at his answer. You should know better.

"By the way, you're costume it's..really nice." you flush, fixing your glasses.

"O-Oh! T-Thanks." You must have been dreaming. Another nice statement from Leo. What was the world coming to? The both of you stood there awkwardly for a while, neither sure what to do.

This was the longest conversation you had with Leo that didn't end up with animosity on either side. Your eyes caught his hand that was hanging, and you took it softly in your own. Leo looked up stunned. "S-So we don't get separated again." you clarified. Raph and the others were already a ways ahead. It would have been bad if you got into another little scuffle. So you started moving to them, keeping a soft grip on Leo's hand so he didn't fall behind. You kept your eyes forward, because you knew if you looked at him again, he'd figure out just how happy you were to hold his hand.

If only he knew how you felt.

~~~~

"Ugh! I hate these so much." you sighed heavily, massaging your eyelids. "What's the matter?" you almost jumped, startled by the concern in Leo's voice. Everyone else seemed taken in their own task. Mikey didn't even turn from his game at your small yell. "I-It's really nothing, just a code. It's been stressing me out for the last hour. "

Leo took a seat next to you on the chair, turning you in his direction. You just watched him, waiting for whatever he was about to do. He smiled, reaching out and removing your glasses. You closed your eyes not really expecting the gesture. "You have to stop for a while and..." when his words started to trail off you were confused. "W-What's wrong?" He looked so dazed, it sort of alarmed you.

"It's nothing, it's just your eyes...they're beautiful." he muttered.

"Oh boy."

Since the Halloween party, Leo was being especially nice to you. Now that you thought about it, he'd been doing it way before that.

"You're beautiful.." He was very careful not to voice that, still, he could think it. Because it was true. To him you were breathtaking, his only regret was that he'd didn't figure out his feelings before. Maybe now it wouldn't have been so hard for him to be honest about how he felt.

Your eyes were staring in shock, your mouth slightly agape.

"Did you just...call me beautiful." Leo paused.

"W-What?"

"You said...you said that I'm beautiful." surely you didn't imagine those words coming from his mouth. What was really going on here. Of course you were overjoyed. But didn't he still not trust you? Why was he saying these things, looking at you the way he did. Leo stood in ample time, and before you could get another word in he was leaving hurriedly.

"I-I have to go." He didn't offer an explanation, just bolted like his life depended on it. You sat there, flustered and maybe even a little irritated.

"Why the heck is he pulling me in so many directions."

One day he's telling you to your face that he doesn't trust you, then the next he's looking out for you, complimenting you. It was driving you crazy.

"I hate boys." you groaned.

~~~~

The soft knock on his door had his eyes lifting. He stopped momentarily attending to his bonsai tree. When the door opened, his heart staggered for a fleeting second. You walked in, shutting it. Your hands were behind your back, and you could barely hold eye contact with him. Leo wasn't much better. He placed down the small clippers, shifting on his feet. "Is there something wrong?" he asked, concerned about the surprise visit.

"Y-Yes actually." you needed to get a handle on whatever this crazy thing was between the both of you.

"Why have you been acting so weird with me. I know the both of us we've never really been on the best terms. And I guess I don't help that much. But you're the same. You say things to me to piss me off and I get so agitated! " You were shouting, and Leo's head lowered.

"Then you act so sweet and kind out of nowhere and it completely messes me up because I can't read you at all. Do you hate me or not!"

"I could never hate you (Y/N)." That simple statement the way he said it, the look on his face. It struck you right in the heart.

"Why do you do that.." you lips quivered, and you took a step forward, Leo didn't expect to see the tears that were gathering in your eyes.

"Stop giving me hope and then tearing it from me. Y-You have no idea how I feel about you.." Damn it, your intention was never to break down in front of him. Leo clenched his fists, and you raised your hands to wipe away your tears. When you heard him walking towards you, everything in your body stilled. Leo's hand rested on your cheek, and you opened your mouth to say more, but Leo stole whatever words you had prepared. Standing there wide eyed, you could barely believe the feeling of his lips pressed softly to your own. Because of the height difference. He had to lean down slightly. When he pulled back, his eyes flickered open. The glow of his eyes were somewhat surreal.

"I should have never said that to you (Y/N). That day..I was stupid. Long before I had feelings for you. I guess I was just too scared to admit how I felt, so I kept my distance, and created excuses to keep it that way. I'm so sorry that I made you feel like you weren't welcomed. You're just as much a part of this family as April and Vern. "

"Leo.." so the entire time he cared about you, the same way you did for him. He just didn't want to accept it. Maybe he was terrified you wouldn't see him the same.

"Dummy." you mutter. Leo smiled at that, scratching his neck. "I have been an idiot. As a leader I should have understood better."

"Maybe you should stop expecting yourself to constantly know the answer for everything Leo. Somethings just aren't that logical." He knew that, now.

"There's still so much I need to learn. Will you help me?" you blushed, trying to hide it.

"S-Sure. I am a genius after all." you boasted, nudging your glasses.

"Yes you are." you gazed at him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"Leo..that kiss.."

"I'm sorry! That was definitely not okay. I think I just..reacted." You could tell he was still a bit unnerved by it all. He still wasn't completely sure of your feelings.

"I kind of liked it." you mumble. Leo is still, processing your words. When he takes a step forward, you can't stop the quickening of your heart beat.

"Can I kiss you again?" The fact that he asks permission this time causes your heart to do flips. He's standing right in front of you, and his eyes have already zeroed in on your lips. You stop nibbling on your lips when you feel his warm palm on your cheek. He doesn't make another move, waiting for an answer. When words fail, you simply give a small nod. Leo smiles warmly, that all he needs.

He lowers to meet your lips, and as he does, his forehead lightly taps your glasses. You flush in embarrassment, and Leo just chuckles. "Have I ever told you that you're absolutely adorable in glasses." The comment makes your cheeks darken even more, and as you think of a reply, Leo banishes any chance of you forming coherent thoughts. His lips are so soft. And the way he's holding your face in his palms, it makes you want to melt on the spot. Every movement is gentle and almost calculated.

The right amount of pressure and passion. How does he know to kiss so well? It shocks you, the expert way his lips are clashing with yours. It's possible he's seen one to many movies, and like the prodigy he is, the skill was something he picked up quickly. "Leo.." You can't do much but submit to him, and this time. This time there is no doubt in your mind. Because you finally know his feelings, and he's aware of yours as well. When he picks you up bridal style, you're a bit taken by surprise, separating for a brief moment. As you do so, his eyes are a lot closer, and you can see everything. All his fears, wants, struggles, desires...

It's enough to overwhelm your heart. But you aren't afraid. Not at all. Because this is Leo. He may be terrible at voicing his feelings, but you know for a fact that he won't hurt you. Not at all. His blue bandana does wonders to highlight the similar glow of his eyes.

You can't look away, and you don't want to. Your hand presses to the center of his chest, and right beneath your palm you feel it. The insistent strumming. The look in your eyes changes to one of surprise, and he immediately knows why. "It's...harder for me to hide it when you're so close." This entire time he's been acting so confident and in control. Yet, he's just as smitten as you, Maybe ever more. You grin at that. "You don't have to." You reach up, reclaiming his lips, and nothing in the world seems sweeter than the taste of Leo's lips. And you know for a fact, nothing ever will.

#leonardo #leo x reader #raphael #michelangelo #donatello #splinter #trust #love #tech #cuteness #costumes #brothers #protective #newyork #halloween #enemies to lovers #cute

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All Just A Game

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Summary:

Party games can be a risky and dangerous venture, especially with Class A behind them. Everyone knows their secrets aren’t safe and yet they play anyway, it’s the allure that comes with Mina’s excitement that keeps everyone coming back for yet another round every time. All anyone can do is just hope for the best.

Big thanks to @we-stanjirou (@sapphicflower on AO3) she helped me with this a whole bunch and helped me choose this WIP to finish last night! She also writes on AO3 so you should totally check out her works!

“Can you believe we are getting a full week off! I mean I know it's so they can remodel the main building, but still it's exciting!” Uraraka had taken the news in stride, teeming with sheer enthusiasm at the idea.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m surprised they’re having us stay in the dorms, although I suppose it makes sense since we are still technically in the middle of term.” Izuku wasn’t quite as excited, missing out on a week of class sounded like it would put them dangerously behind.

“Oh, come on Deku! Lighten up, I heard Mina planning a party for us the first night of our break! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Uraraka you could make a villain attack sound fun. But, I will say that having a small party might bring us closer together as a class which I would like.”

“Right! Yeah a… small party, that definitely sounds like Mina.” Izuku rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, but still went along with it. He could admit a party would alleviate some stress.

“Just as long as her ‘small party’ doesn’t get busted by Mr. Aizawa I think we’ll be ok.” The pair laughed even though the statement was true.

“Plus we still have another week of classes until they start renovating so maybe you girls can convince him it's a good idea, he seems to take better to you girls rather than the rest of us…” Uraraka crossed her arms and raised a brow.

“Oh and I wonder why Mr. ‘I have 206 bones and I’m determined to break every single one of them’ or better yet why don’t we ask your little friend explody boy over there, I’m sure together you can figure out why Aizawa likes us more.”

Neither could contain their giggles at her comment, once Izuku finally caught his breath he was able to respond.

“Hey! Haha that’s not fair! It’s not on purpose! Although explody boy is kind of fitting.” More laughter followed, eventually they were holding onto each other for support, trying not to wheeze.

Once the pair had calmed down enough Uraraka was able to give a serious response to Izuku’s suggestion.

“I think if we can get Momo to agree with us we’ll be good to go, and I really think she would be on board!”

“I mean if you get Jirou to ask her I’m sure she would say yes…” Izuku responded with an eyebrow raise.

“Oh you’re one to talk, I bet I could get you to do anything if I asked a certain someone to tell you, although he probably wouldn’t actually listen to me if I’m honest.” Uraraka met Izuku with a skeptical look, daring him to contradict her.

“I- I have no idea what you’re talking about! That’s not true!” Izuku’s face was red and he was waving his arms around, only making Uraraka gain a smug smile.

“You’re all freaked out and I didn’t even mention anyone’s name, seems pretty whipped to me.” With a shrug she walked away, purposely leaving Izuku to scramble.

The next day at lunch Momo gathered the attention of all of Class A, she was happy to announce that Aizawa had given the O.K. for their get together, with a few rules of course. There was to be no alcohol or drugs (cough Sero) and the music was not to be loud enough to wake nearby classes.

Having the official seal of approval only made the class more excited, even Iida seemed a little looser than usual, everyone was antsy as the week went on just waiting for their time to relax and have fun.

Surprisingly Izuku was the least excited for their week in the dorms, even less so that Katsuki. He was getting nervous as to what a party hosted by Mina could entail, his biggest worry being party games.

Izuku never really had a reason to play party games, meaning he never got desensitized to the prying nature of truth or dare, the exposing nature of never have I ever, or the intimate nature of spin the bottle. It was an understatement to say he wasn’t prepared.

Bringing this up with Uraraka two days before the party only managed to make him more nervous.

“WHAT?!? You have never played any party games? Not a single one?”

“Not really no, I never had a reason to! Just tell me what they’re like, please?”

“Oh my gosh you poor poor child, let me get some back up, we're gonna need it.” Uraraka quickly pat Izuku’s shoulder and walked off, seemingly to grab someone else.

Izuku stood confused until he saw Uraraka coming back with Mina in tow.

“Tell her the tragedy you just told me.” Uraraka nudged Mina forward slightly, putting her more in Izuku’s line of sight.

“Uraraka! The fact that I haven’t played any party games is not a tragedy!”

“YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED ANY PARTY GAMES?!”

“Oh thanks Mina, I don’t quite think Monoma from Class B heard you!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I was just shocked is all!”

Izuku shook his head slightly, “Don’t worry about it, I haven’t really been keeping it a secret, but apparently it's embarrassing.”

“Mido no! It’s not embarrassing! Listen I really was just surprised, how about this, do you want me to walk through the general basis of the games with you?”

Izuku’s eyes brightened at the suggestion, “That would actually be great!”

“Alright, I’m going to start with never have I ever, basically everyone holds up ten fingers and then we go around the circle saying things we haven’t done and if you have done them you put a finger down, make sense?”

“Yeah! What kind of things do people say?”

“Well, it can be anything really. Some of them are really tame like ‘never have I ever broken a bone’ or ‘never have I ever dressed up for someone else’ or they can get more personal like ‘never have I ever kissed a guy’ or ‘ never have I ever made out with someone in public’ I know that when us girls play sometimes we get into dirty little secrets like turn ons, but I doubt it will go that far tomorrow.” With the end of her remark she winked, getting an even blush out of Izuku.

“Alright I think I got the point, how about truth or dare?”

“Alright truth or dare is exactly what it sounds like. Basically we go around the circle, first by spinning a bottle to see who goes first. Whoever the bottle points to gets asked if they want a truth or a dare. Once they choose anyone can come up with a truth or dare and either whoever says theirs first or has the best is the one we go with. I have to add the bit about having the best one because Kami can be a little dumb sometimes and can waste a perfectly good turn.”

The trio stopped to laugh for a moment, all of them knowing well enough how Kaminari could be.

“Alright I have a question about truth or dare, what if you don't want to do it? Like let's say the dare is to wake up Aizawa and you would rather live another day?”

“OH! Right, we have these forfeits, everyone gets two of them. Basically if you don’t want to answer a truth or carry out a dare you use a forfeit and whatever the alternative is you HAVE to do it no matter what. We have let people do the original one if they want but it still counts as them using a forfeit.”

“Alright seems easy enough, what was the last one?”

“The last one is spin the bottle. Everyone sits in the circle and one person randomly spins their empty drink, whoever it points to starts the game off. They spin the bottle however hard they want and whoever the bottle points to they have to kiss, then whoever they just kissed spins the bottle and it goes on until two people have to kiss for the third time. If it lands on two people more than once the kiss intensifies, the first time is a peck, the second time is ten seconds with tongue, and the third time, to end the game, is a full blown make out sesh!” Mina seemed really excited at the prospect.

“Oh wow, not what I was expecting, are there any more rules?” Izuku looked a little nervous at the prospect of kissing his classmates.

“Only if you’re the one to end the game! Basically whoever spins making you two kiss for the third time has to get in their lap. And! Our unspoken rule is that no one gets weird about it after the game is over!”

Her comment calmed Izuku down marginally, it was still nerve racking.

“Alright, are those the only ones?” Izuku was quick to change the topic, not wanting to be questioned.

“There are more but I think we’ll just stick to those three, the party is only so long after all.”

After they finished talking about games, their conversation drifted into the finer details of the party, Jirou was providing music, Momo was in charge of food, the Bakusquad was assigned to snacks and the Dekusquad was given desserts. Everyone else had the odds and ends, like cups and plates.

Once everyone was clear on what they were doing everyone headed to their respective rooms for the night, they all wanted a good night sleep so they could stay up late the next night.

The next morning came quickly and led everyone to finish their assigned jobs, the common room quickly filled with party supplies, orders for food were placed, and the fridge was filled.

Nine o’clock came around much quicker than everyone expected, everyone was busy making sure everything, including themselves looked perfect. Uraraka brought it upon herself to make sure Izuku looked presentable and so she styled him with ripped black skinny jeans and a tight fitted red top.

Everyone filled in once they heard Jirou’s music start, getting ready to break out everything they had collected throughout the day, quickly getting comfortable. An hour passed and Mina was ready to start the games.

“Alright everyone! We’re going to play never have I ever, everyone sit in a circle on the floor, I didn’t move tables around for nothing!”

A majority of the class created a circle, Mina sat down first, to her left sat Jirou, Todoroki, Shinsou, Izuku and Iida. Directly in front of Mina sat Asui and Uraraka with Momo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Katsuki, and Sero to her left between them and Mina.

“Alright, remember be honest, or else it's not fun! Who wants to go first?” Mina was practically buzzing, she had been waiting for a full class party for a long time.

“Oh I can start!” Uraraka was the first to respond, nearly as excited as Mina.

“Never have I ever, stolen something by accident and then returned it.”

“Uraraka! It was one time!”

“Well then you better put a finger down mr ‘I’ll just use endeavours credit card’ cause you’ve done it!” Uraraka was quick to retort, obviously trying to make Todoroki lose first.

“Well I guess that means I’m next huh? Never have I ever skipped class!” Of course Momo would make hers about school, nearly everyone in the circle put down one of their fingers, save for Iida.

“That is very irresponsible of hero course students! You must never skip class again!” Iida’s familiar arm chopping began and everyone merely tucked it away with the rest of his reminders.

“Hell yeah man I’m next! Alright…. Wow this is harder than I thought.” Kirishima looked around the room and his eyes lit up as they landed on Sero. “I got it! Never have I ever sent nudes!”

“Dude! Really?!” Sero quickly exclaimed, distracting everyone from Asui and Uraraka who had also put their fingers down.

As the rest of the circle freaked out over the new information Kaminari leaned over to Katsuki and asked what he should say.

“Like I fucking care Pikachu, just say something.”

“Wow always with the great help Bakubro, now I’m all set for my turn.” Kaminari rolled his eyes to punctuate his sarcasm and realised the conversation around Sero was starting to die down.

“Alright alright, now that everyone has gotten over Sero being a man whore it's my turn! Never have I ever…” He trailed off and glanced back at Katsuki, “Kicked my crush’s ass!”

Katsuki grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I’m going to kill shitty hair’ and put a finger down, across the circle Izuku looked away and did the same.

The entire circle was momentarily shocked, mainly at the fact that Katsuki had a crush in the first place, willingly told someone, and didn’t explode when they shared it with the group. A few mouths opened and prepared to talk, Katsuki quickly cut them off.

“If any of you shitty extras bring this up again I will NOT hesitate to kick some more ass, got it?”

No one dared to say anything, knowing that although most of the time he was all bark and no bite, this time he seemed serious.

“Bro… it’s your turn.” Kirishima was the only brave soul willing to speak up.

“Tch fine. Never have I ever gotten all stupid because my crush talked to me.” Katsuki shot a pointed look at Kaminari who simply turned red and put a finger down, he figured he deserved it for that last one.

The rest of the self proclaimed bakusquad snickered at Kaminari’s reaction, remembering very clearly the first time Shinsou was officially in Class A and their friend’s inability to function after he was directly addressed for the first time.

After he finished laughing at Kaminari, Sero took his turn.

“Never have I ever gotten a girlfriend because of an awesome prank played on you by your best friends.” Sero met Kirishima with a raised eyebrow and motioned towards the red head’s hands with his head.

“Oh shut up! First of all it wasn’t an awesome prank! All you and Kami did was steal my phone and change her ringtone so when I ‘lost’ it and she conveniently helped me find it by calling I would be embarrassed! Second of all, at least I got with her! Unlike some people in the squad!” After Kirishima finished he pointedly looked at Kaminari and Katsuki, clearly pointing out their obvious lack of significant others.

“Hey! Yell at Sero, don’t call me and Bakubro out!”

“I regret ever telling any of you idiots anything and you’re still on my shit list for telling Pikachu and Tape Face in the first place shitty hair!”

“I have heard this argument at least a thousand times and since no one will spill the secret about Bakubro I’m cutting you all off and taking my turn!” Mina finally spoke up, the only person fully aware of the possibilities of the conversation.

“Everyone has been a bit personal, I think it’s time we start learning things about each other! Never have I ever… OH! Been turned on by pain and, or getting hurt!” The look in her eyes would have scared even the most brave heroes, a few people looked down and even fewer chanced a glance around the circle. Everyone’s attention was suddenly captured by a screech.

“OH MY GOD DEKU NO!!” Uraraka seemed to be brave enough to look around at her friends and was unfortunate enough to notice Izuku putting yet another finger down.

The only one in the group who seemed unfazed was Shinsou, Izuku had his arms covering his red face while everyone else had some combination of horror or curiosity. Mina was the first to break the silence.

“Oh see, now this is interesting! Come on Midoriya, tell your story!” Izuku finally lowered his arms, still red as ever, and looked at Mina.

“Nope! Absolutely not! There are two people who know about it and one of them doesn’t actually know, they just happened to be there.”

Mina wasn’t satisfied, she was hoping something like this would happen. “Come on Midoriya, at least tell us who knows!”

“Fine! I will say that I told Shinsou after the fact because I was stressed! I will also say that he did not help! At all!”

“Hey the only thing I said was that you should just tell-” Shinsou was quickly cut off by Izuku throwing himself over him with a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence! The only thing that would come out of it is that we would both end up dead! I don’t want to die a murderer, Shinsou!” The rest of the group couldn’t help but watch, they had never seen Izuku act that way.

Mina still wouldn’t let up, she seemed determined. “Wait, you said two people know, who is the other?”

After making sure Shinsou wasn’t going to say anything else Izuku let him go and righted himself. “The only other person who would have any, even slim shred of an idea would be the uh… person who um was there.” Izuku quickly looked down, hoping the vague statement would placate them.

“What do you mean was there?”

“Mina, are you seriously going to make me say it?!” Izuku had no luck in trying to get out of further embarrassment.

“I just don’t know what you mean! I would like to understand thank you very much! Was there, like, someone watching?”

“Ugh, fine. No, the other person wasn’t watching. The other person as in… the person who you know? Inflicted the so-called pain?”

At this, Mina finally seemed happy, she didn’t press on Izuku any longer. She did, however, scan the group, looking for another victi- player to tease.

“Oh did Bakubro lose a finger?” She paired her statement with a wink hoping for another good result.

“What the fuck is it to you?”

“So he did! Come on Midoriya told us some now you do too!”

Katsuki crossed his arms and smirked, he radiated pure confidence that Izuku wished he had moments ago.

“Lets just say I never knew getting my ass handed to me would be so hot.” For a moment Katsuki seemed to be in genuine thought, then he continued. “Well thinking about it, it was definitely more the person, according to shitty hair the last time I was drunk I wouldn’t stop talking about them.”

“It’s true, I never wanted to hear about-”

The sound of explosions drowned out Kirishima’s voice.

“Finish that and you’re dead.” Kirishima took Katsuki’s words at face value and raised his hands in surrender, that was not one fight he wanted to have.

“Wow what has gotten into Bakugou tonight? First he allows a pass for Kaminari calling out his crush and then he lets Kirishima get away with almost spilling his secrets.”

“Oh shut up icy hot, first of all crush sounds stupid so I don’t get them, I just happen to hate one person significantly less than the rest of you, second off all it would be much more fun to beat their asses when they aren’t expecting it.”

“WAIT WAIT SHUSH sorry Todoroki but I just registered what Bakubro said. YOU LIKE SOMEONE IN OUR CLASS?!” Mina seemed to have a special flare for the dramatic and tonight was no exception.

“When the hell did I say that?” Katsuki kept his confident demeanour, giving off an air of ‘I know something that you don’t’ and Mina seemed over it.

“Just now! You said you hate someone less than the rest of us, implying that this person is a part of the ‘us’ either of Class A or maybe even players of this game!”

“That’s my girlfriend everyone! Smart enough to figure all of that out because of one word Bakubro said! And I can confirm that she happens to be right, even though I am now slowly starting to truly fear for my life!”

As soon as Kirishima confirmed parts of Mina’s deductions Katuski’s confident smirk turned into a murderous glare. The glare alone was enough to intimidate anyone in the room who was thinking about adding in their two cents.

“Wait wait! Are you confirming that they are in our class or in this group?” Uraraka seemed to have a special interest in the answer.

“You see, I would answer that BUT he’s really scaring me and I don’t want to die tonight.” As Kirishima answered everyone glanced at Katsuki and completely understood his fear.

“Allllllrright I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that this won’t end anytime soon so I’m going to take my turn.” Jirou interrupted everyone’s fear with a fair point.

“Ok never have I ever wanted to kiss a guy.” As Jirou took her turn she couldn’t help but laugh, she knew nearly everyone would have to put a finger down.

Absolutely no one was surprised when only Momo, Jirou, and Iida did not put a finger down. It was common knowledge that a majority of Class A was somehow a part of the LGBTQ community, so much so that they were more surprised to see straight couples while walking around U.A.

Now that the game had been jump started , Todoroki was ready to take his turn.

With a pointed look at Uraraka he started to speak, “Never have I ever been more excited about mochi than seeing my significant other.”

Uraraka sputtered, “It was one time and I didn’t even know Tsu was there!”

“Well you still have to put a finger down, this is what you get for telling everyone about the store!”

“Ugh fine!”

Everyone in the circle looked between the two of them, trying to figure out what was happening, Shinsou decided to move on and take his turn, he glanced around looking for some kind of idea, when his eyes once again found Izuku he was ready.

“Never have I ever had a crush on someone for longer than a year.”

“Shinsou! Need I remind you that you have been in Class A for a year and a half!”

“Oh I will gladly put a finger down, it’s just so funny to see you freak out about me talking about your crush. Plus I don’t think you have any room to talk, if anything you should be putting a few fingers down!”

Izuku gasped and shot Shinsou, a very pointed look. “Seriously! You just had to go and say that!”

“Wait Midoriya what is he talking about you putting multiple fingers down, how long have you had a crush?” Mina was not afraid to ask any question she had.

Izuku’s eyes widened comically, he obviously did not want to answer her question.

“Um over a year?”

“Well duh, that was the never have I ever, but Shinsou made it seem like a lot longer, soooooo how long?”

“Umm not very?”

“Was that a question or an answer?” Mina’s eyebrow went up as she waited for Izuku to respond.

“I am not going to answer that!”

“Why not?!” Mina seemed disappointed in Izuku’s resolve and was determined to get some kind of information.

“Because then it might be kinda obvious!”

“Well yeah that’s kinda the point! You make it obvious, they realise that you’re cute, and then you start dating!”

“Yeah no I don’t really think that's going to happen, and who ever said it was someone that could hear me?!”

“Well since you have been so weird about talking about it I just assumed they could hear you and if you gave too much away they would be able to tell, duh.”

“Oi Pinky! Where the hell was this when you were supposed to be studying last week?! You managed to figure all this shit out but you can’t remember two fucking formulas?!” Katsuki quickly captured everyone’s attention, giving Izuku a moment to breathe.

As Mina tried to come up with excuses Izuku shot Katsuki a grateful look that he returned with an eyebrow raise and a shrug. Shinsou, witnessing their small exchange, immediately elbowed Izuku’s side as soon as Katsuki looked away.

“What, do you need something?” Izuku asked sincerely.

“Yeah I need to know what the hell that was between you and Bakugou!” Shinsou whispered back, in an effort to keep attention away from them.

“Nothing! I just wanted to show him I was thankful he took the attention off of me!” Izuku whispered back, knowing that Iida and Todoroki wouldn’t pay any mind if they did hear something.

“Dude you two are gross you need to just go for it already.”

“Oh you’re one to talk, why don’t you just make your move one Kami already? At least things between you two aren’t complicated!”

“This isn’t about me Midoriya, this is about you and how much you simp for Bakugou, it’s gross.”

“I do not! Plus I think I might be getting over him!”

“Oh yeah right, just last week you were in a gay panic because he shared his water with you after you had sparred for an hour.”

Izuku simply glared in response, not having anything to come back with. Shinsou gave him an ‘I told you so look’ and then turned his attention back to the circle.

The rest of the players were slowly starting to calm down as Katsuki layed off Mina's studying habits.

“Midoriya it’s your turn.” Shinsou loudly announced.

“Oh right! Um never have I ever… stayed up late for someone.”

Everyone was slightly surprised at the question, about half of the circle put a finger down, including Shinsou, he was quick to call out Izuku.

“Wait haven’t you done this Midoriya?”

“Nope!” Izuku popped the ‘p’ and put on a smug smile.

“I’m pretty sure I remember you telling me about being tired one day.” Shinsou seemed suspicious.

“I got up early for someone, not stayed up late!”

“Oh right! I forgot that ~they~ don’t-”

“Shush! Don’t say another word, let’s move on! Iida your turn!”

“Midoriya! It is not polite to shush classmates!”

“Yeah rude!” Shinsou was quick to agree, in hopes of being able to finish his sentence.

“Well what you were about to say was rude and I wanted to prevent my friend from being called rude! Sue me! Now if we are over that, Iida go ahead.”

Shinsou looked disappointed at his missed opportunity but moved on anyway.

“Alright fine, never have I ever been put on house arrest.” Katsuki and Izuku both rolled their eyes at his statement, they were of course the first to have been through house arrest.

No one wanted to feel the wrath of both Izuku and Katsuki so they moved on quickly, allowing Asui to take her turn.

“Never have I ever been tied up in Aizawa’s capture ropes, kero.” Again everyone knew Katsuki and Izuku had definitely been captured before, this time though, a few more people put a finger down as well.

The game continued on, eventually Katsuki and Izuku were out at the same time, quickly followed by the rest of the circle quickly after, save for Iida, he seemed to be the ‘winner’ although the class would disagree.

Once they disbanded everyone split off, some getting snacks or drinks, while others danced, and some even played a few rounds of Uno.

Around midnight people slowly started heading off to bed, Mina on the other hand was quick to announce another game was about to begin.

“Alright! We already played never have I ever now it's time for spin the bottle!”

The original group, save for Iida, sat down just as they had before, Katsuki was the only one with an empty bottle so he put it down in the center.

“Alright! Standard rules apply, Bakubro spin to see who goes first!”

With a small eye roll Katsuki did as he was told, the bottleneck landed towards Jirou, signaling that she was the first to spin to kiss someone.

Jirou spun the bottle with confidence, knowing well enough that her classmates were not the type to make a big deal about a game. Her spin directed her towards Momo, with faint blushes on each of their cheeks the two shared a quick peck and the game moved on.

It was Momo’s turn, she had to give a quick kiss to Todoroki, neither were phased and Todoroki took his turn. It went from Todoroki to Sero, Sero to Kaminari, and then Kaminari to Shinsou. As the bottle pointed to Shinsou, Izuku got minutely excited and he saw the blush creeping up the necks of both Kaminari and Shinsou.

Everyone was making small comments as the game went on, joking about being happy Mineta was expelled long before this game and things of the like.

After Shinsou and Kaminari shared their, admittedly underwhelming, kiss, Shinsou spun and it landed on Izuku. The pair shared a small peck and as they pulled back they both had a small grimace on their face.

“Midoriya, no offence but I hope I never have to kiss you again.” The circle laughed.

“Absolutely none taken, I feel the exact same way. Not to mention I’m pretty sure you had some residual static electricity on you.” As he finished speaking Izuku ran his fingers through his hair, showing that it had started to stick up. Kaminari and Shinsou quickly turned red again at the mention of actual ~electricity~ between them.

Izuku nervously spun the bottle before anyone could mention it, he looked away as it slowed down. When he could no longer hear the spinning he looked up to see every pair of eyes on him, the bottle was pointing to Katsuki. Everyone was on the edge of their seat for a different reason.

Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were waiting to see how Katsuki would react to the prospect of kissing his crush, Mina, Jirou, and Momo were ready to break up a fight if they needed to, and Todoroki, Shinsou, Asui, and Uraraka were curious to see how red Izuku would get.

No one had to wait long, soon enough Katsuki spoke up.

“I’m not crawling nerd, you can come over here.” Katsuki displayed utmost confidence, but to those who knew him well enough they could see the slight uncertainty in his movements and the bit of red peeking out from under his collar.

These small signs gave Izuku enough confidence to cross the circle and plant a small and quick peck on Katsuki’s mouth. As he pulled away both boys were more red than they had started, but no one was stupid enough to comment on it.

Katsuki took his turn and to everyone’s surprise it landed on Izuku once again.

“Ohh our first double of the night! Alright you know what to do, ten seconds, with tongue!” Mina seemed more excited than anyone else in the circle. Izuku looked somewhere between excited and anxious, meaning no one else could really place the look on his face. Both Katsuki and Izuku were red, but neither wanted to put off their kiss any longer.

Izuku was once again the one to move towards Katsuki, but he was met halfway with a gentle hand on his cheek. The two followed Mina’s instructions to a T, even if it was a bit longer than ten seconds. They did not meet each other’s eye as they pulled back, electing to avoid eye contact with everyone.

“That was a bit long wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Shin, that was the exact amount of time we were supposed to kiss, you know for the game.” Izuku quickly whispered back, hoping to avoid the inevitable teasing from Shinsou.

To further avoid the topic Izuku spun the bottle once again, this time it landed on Uraraka.

“Wow am I glad we decided to never do this cause, no offence Mido but, Tsu is a much better kisser.”

Before Izuku could respond everyone heard a small scoff, eventually realising it must have come from Katsuki.

As they looked over Katsuki’s face was impassive as ever, as if they had no reason to pay attention to him, Izuku quickly collected himself and responded to Uraraka.

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t kiss me on a daily basis for everyone to see, huh?” Izuku teased, the pair were, reluctantly, known for being caught multiple times by a multitude of people.

“Oh ha ha, as if you would be any better. I’m sure you would want to show everyone what's yours, oh no wait, that’s them not you isn’t it?” Uraraka was quick to tease back, she shared just enough information to fluster Izuku without revealing who she was talking about.

“I have no idea what you could be talking about! Anyways it's your turn!” Izuku said, much too quickly to be casual.

Uraraka simply giggled and spun the bottle, this time it landed on Asui, the couple gave each other a chaste kiss and allowed the game to move forward.

Asui had to kiss Kirishima, which Mina watched with a jokingly close eye. Directly after, Kirishima and Mina shared a kiss, much to both of their delight. From Mina it quickly went to Momo and then to Jirou, which led to the second double of the night. Both girls pulled away blushing, secretly hoping for a third chance.

Jirou spun quickly and shared a small kiss with Kaminari, noting that she had no problems with electricity coupled with a suggestive eyebrow raise. Kaminari blushed and spun the bottle hoping for his embarrassment to pass, he had no luck with the bottle pointing directly at Shinsou once again, only causing his blush to intensify. The two shared a more passionate kiss, everyone noticed the slight raise to Shinsou’s hair but chose not to mention it for the sake of the pair.

Shinsou spun and kissed Todoroki, Todoroki kissed Jirou, and for the third time that night, Jirou had to kiss Momo. Mina’s excitement at the game ending kiss was nearly unmatchable.

“Oh yay!! Alright you two know the rules! Jirou you have to sit in her lap!”

As the two girls kissed the rest of the circle separated, assuming they would not be finished for a while, they were right. By the time everyone made their way back toward where the games were played the two girls were gone, most likely in one of their rooms.

More and more people left for bed, around 2 A.M. there were only ten people left: Mina, Todoroki, Shinsou, Izuku, Asi, Uraraka, Kirishima, Kaminari, Katsuki, and Sero.

“Alright! Time for the last game of the night! Truth or dare.” Mina was as excited as ever, which no one else understood. Everyone was still having fun but none of them had any of the energy she still possessed.

Everyone sat in the same circle that they had all night, they had become unofficial assigned seats, only coming closer to compensate for the missing people.

“Alright we're spinning to see who goes first, who has an empty bottle?” Mina wasted no time in getting the game started.

Uraraka was the only one to move, she set down her bottle in the center of the circle and gave it a good spin, All the eyes in the room trailed the neck as it spun and stopped at Izuku, Mina was quick to ask the fated question.

“Um dare?”

“Oh this will be fun!” Mina was excited the first choice of the game was a dare and prompted everyone to start thinking.

“Oh I know! Use your cheesiest pick up line!” Although Mina wanted others to participate she could not let her chance go.

“On Bakubro!” Kaminari’s suggestion earned him a swift and hard elbow to the side; he was unlucky enough to be sitting directly next to Katsuki. Everyone in the group quickly agreed with the full dare, to the chagrin of both Izuku and Katsuki.

Izuku didn’t want to disappoint so he took a moment to think of a pick up line and then he began his dare. With a small sigh and then a deep breath to steady himself he started to act as if he lost something. Izuku patted the floor around him, moved things around and even seemed to become slightly frustrated that he could not find whatever it was he was looking for.

“Ugh I can’t believe I lost it! This is so annoying! Hey Kacchan? I‘ve seemed to have lost my number, do you think I could have yours?” Izuku punctuated his last remark with a wink and immediately covered his face with his hands.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry that was the cheesiest one I could think of!” Izuku amended while laughing at himself. The group quickly joined in only furthering his embarrassment.

Katsuki on the other hand was sitting with wide eyes and a dry mouth, he was not prepared to have Izuku’s dreamy look and a wink pointed at him without any warning. Sero quickly tapped his shoulder to try and bring him out of his trance as Kaminari whispered to him.

“Dude you’re being obvious, and that’s coming from me.”

This successfully brought him back to reality with a slight blush on his face, Katsuki quietly cleared his throat and pushed his two friends away from him. Most of the room was waiting expectantly for Katsuki’s response

In hopes of no one noticing his blush, Katsuki simply kissed his teeth and looked away, failing miserably, since most of the group knew how the two felt about each other.

Izuku was the next to speak up, obviously in hopes of everyone moving on from his dare, “Alright Tsu, truth or dare?”

“Truth kero.”

Everyone seemed to think for a moment, Asui wasn’t typically known to hide things from everyone.

“Oh wait I know! When did you start having a crush on Uraraka? You never told us!” Izuku’s suggestion was well accepted, Class A was notoriously nosy.

“Oh um, since we started U.A….” Asui spoke with a prominent blush on her face, and her answer earned many ‘aww’s and Uraraka dropped her head onto her girlfriend’s shoulder.

No one had any comments to make, even though the pair was known for being caught, the class generally thought their relationship was cute.

Uraraka was next, before anyone could even ask she blurted out an excited “Truth!”

Kaminari was quick to shout out his suggestion: “Kiss marry kill: Aizawa, Present Mic, and Midnight!”

No one held back their laughter, some from shock and some from genuine enjoyment.

“Ugh gross Kami! First of all they’re our teachers, second of all THEY’RE OLD!”

No one came to help Uraraka, they all wanted to know.

“No one? Ugh fine I guess marry Midnight, uhhhh kiss… Aizawa? And kill Present Mic? I don’t know this is weird!”

Everyone seemed satisfied with her answers and let her off the hook.

“Alright Kiri! Your turn, truth or dare!” Mina seemed excited for her boyfriend's turn.

“Dare all the way!”

“DUDE. Smell everyone’s feet and rank them from best to worst!” Sero must have gotten… something past Aizawa. There is no way that was a sober fueled idea.

“Alright feet up everyone!” Kirishima was quick to make his way around the circle, making a mental list as he went along.

“Alright number nine Sero, even your feet smell like weed dude. Eight Kami, bro change your socks or something. Seven Todoroki, normal not gonna lie. Six Uraraka followed by five Asui. Number four Shinsou, kinda smells like lavender? I don’t know but it wasn’t bad. Three my baby girl Mina. Number two Midobro! I don’t know how but it was very minty and I’m here for it. And finally number one, Mr. ‘My sweat smells like caramel’ himself, Bakubro!”

“You know, I think I would have liked to have seen some more hesitation but I guess that's the game.” Mina was stuck between being impressed or weirded out with her boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“That’s the name of the game baby girl! Now Kami, truth or dare?”

“I think I'm gonna go with truth on this one.”

“Ohhh ok I have something that I need confirmed, do you have a crush on someone?” Mina once again took some initiative and spoke up first.

Kaminari quickly turned red and looked down, hoping to not give anything away. He mumbled out a small ‘Yes’ barely loud enough to hear.

“Oh sorry what was that, I didn’t hear you there Pikachu.”

“Ugh dude really? Fine, I said yes!”

“And that’s why you don’t screw me over.” Katsuki leaned into Kaminari’s space, making it clear that he did not appreciate the stunt he pulled earlier with Izuku.

Everyone momentarily gushed about Kaminari’s revelation, other than those sitting next to him, they already poked enough fun at him as it was.

“Alright alright, that’s enough ha ha I have feelings now! Bakubro, truth or dare?”

“Truth, I don’t need any of you making me do dumb shit.”

“Oh Bakuhoe, how many people have confessed to you?”

“What the fuck is that suppsed to mean Pinky?”

“You know how many people have tried to ask you out or tell you that they like you?”

“Why the fuck would anyone do that?”

“Because you’re basically Class A’s resident hot guy?” With Mina’s statement Izuku started whispering to Shinsou, no one seemed to notice.

“Pinky you are making no sense.”

“Ugh do I have to spell it out for you? Fine, Class A is an objectively attractive group, but it's obvious that everyone around us has a general rank. You, for example, are the hot bad boy, generally unapproachable but you have some kind of secret soft side that is redeeming. The brave ones confess to you and get shot down, probably because of some long term attachment which plays into your soft side.

Next would be Todoroki, he’s the stoic pretty boy. Everyone thinks he’s out of their league so no one confesses to him until he has some kind of revealing thing exposed which makes him seem more normal and not just a poster boy.

And then there’s Midoriya, he’s the oblivious cutie. Plenty of people have tried to confess to him but he has eyes for one person only which makes their attempts seem friendly at best. When someone tries to tell him that they like him, he responds with ‘oh you’re a great friend too’ and means it.”

Everyone sat silently, stunned by the, admittedly accurate, breakdown of the three most prominent figures in their class, until Katsuki finally spoke up.

“Ugh what the fuck Pinky? You make it sound like we’re in some kind of Shoujo.”

“Yeah if anything we’re at least a Shounen!”

“Pikachu you are a fucking idiot and you missed my entire point.”

After Mina’s original statement, Izuku took to whispering to Shinsou as the rest of the group conversed.

“She’s not wrong you know. Have you seen him? First of all he is objectively attractive, that paired with his ambition and drive has got to mean some people have tried to confess to him. And if that doesn’t do it then his physique definitely would, anyone with eyes would agree with me! That’s all to say I'd let him bend me over a table any day.”

“Look Mido, as much as I would love to hear you go on about Bakugou’s abs for the millionth time, is this really the right place to do that?” At Shinsou’s remark Izuku turned red, trying to come up with a quick response.

“It’s not my fault that he’s freaking hot!” Izuku seemed to be getting more flustered as time went on.

Uraraka interrupted both conversations going on around her by loudly questioning Izuku.

“What are you whispering about over there Midoriya-kun?”

“Uh um nothing!”

“Are you sure you seem pretty red?” “Yes! I’m sure! Hey isn’t it Sero’s turn? Sero truth or dare?” Izuku spoke much too quickly for it to have been casual but the rest of the group decided to save it for later.

“Uh truth I guess.”

“Oh now this is interesting, I have been wanting to know who has seen your nudes!” Uraraka moved on quickly once she heard a new opportunity come around.

“Oh easy, Camie and the bakusquad, except Mina, she didn’t want to give me her input.”

“Uh duh! I do not want to see ANY of that, even if it was to make sure it looked ok before you sent it off to your girlfriend.”

“Wait, Camie from Shiketsu?!”

“Oh yeah sorry Uraraka, I always forget that you guys don’t really know about me and Camie!”

“Is no one else here surprised?!”

The rest of the group just shrugged at Uraraka, knowing that Sero had to be with someone outside of U.A. or else they would have known about it.

“Fine I guess we can just move on then!” Uraraka seemed slightly irritated that no one else was slightly in shock but she decided to let it go in favour of the game.

“Alright babe, it’s your turn truth or dare?” At Kirishima’s words, Mina seemed to get excited.

“Dare!”

“Oh I dare you to tell the full story of how you and Kiri got together, he always hates on me for the prank but it deserves some spotlight.” Kaminari seemed to like to take credit for the couple getting together.

“Ugh fine but don’t think for a second that we owe you for that, you’re just lucky I didn’t hit you with my acid.”

“Yeah, no matter what you and Sero say, us getting together was mostly unrelated!” Kirishima backed up his girlfriend with no hesitation.

“Alright for the rest of you guys, basically what happened was Kaminari and Sero stole Kiri’s phone, changed my ringtone to the rap from ‘Fergalicious’ and thought it would be funny to suggest that I called Kiri’s phone to help him find it. After hearing the ringtone Kiri basically snatched my phone to end the call. Eventually he stopped freaking out long enough for us to talk and he ended up telling me that they were teasing him because they knew he had a crush on me. He looked so sweet and embarrassed that I couldn’t help but kiss his cute little face!”

“Aww that is so adorable!”

“See babe? Uraraka agrees with me!”

“Ugh we get it you’re adorable, I still haven’t heard a single thank you from either of you!”

“Get over it! Were not going to thank you!” This conversation seemed to be a common one between Mina and Kaminari.

“Tch this isn’t the first and it definitely won’t be the last time I hear this shit so can you wrap it up?” Katsuki was obviously sick of hearing the same argument over and over.

“He’s right dudes, plus it’s Todoroki’s turn!” Kirishima was quick to end the argument as well.

“Dare.”

“Oh I dare you trash talk Endeavour in a tweet!” Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at Kaminari’s suggestion, Todoroki quickly pulled out his phone and opened twitter.

“Alright, pick a draft for me to tweet.” Todoroki handed his phone off, opened to his drafts on Twitter. Everyone agreed to go with the most straight forward, ‘Endeavour is a piece of shit.’

Once the dare was completed everyone’s attention turned to Shinsou. Kirishima was the first to speak up.

“Yo! Try to describe your crush in three words.” Shinsou balked at the suggestion, that could be a dangerous game to play.

“Oh I know Shin! The three words you can use: first name, last name, and quirk!” Izuku was quick to tease Shinsou.

“Oh ha ha very funny. I guess um, positive, energetic, and… yellow? God pops is going to roast me! I did the only thing he warned me not to do!” Shinsou couldn’t help but think about Aizawa’s instruction to not fall for a loud blond to avoid making the same mistake he did with Present Mic.

“Pfffttt, are you talking about the type of person he once warned you not to go for?”

“Yes I am Mido, but guess what he warned you too but neither of us listened! And look where that got us!” The rest of the group was confused, they had never talked about this warning before so they could only assume what they were talking about.

On the other side of the circle Kaminari was trying very hard to not short circuit, was there a possibility that Shinsou was talking about him?

Katsuki took notice and lightly elbowed him in the side before he whispered.

“You should go for it, you’ve got a good chance.”

Kaminari was grateful to be on the receiving end of one of Katsuki’s few genuinely encouraging moments.

The pair turned their attention back to the rest of the group just as Izuku answered ‘Truth’.

“Oh I know! What were you whispering to Shinsou earlier when Mina was talking?” Uraraka seemed like she wasn’t quite ready to let that little detail go.

“Can I ask for a forfeit?”

“Wow was it really that bad?”

“More embarrassing than anything Uraraka, definitely not something I would like to share with everyone.”

The rest of the group thought for a moment before Mina ultimately spoke up.

“Is everyone ok with Mido’s forfeit being to kiss his crush?” The rest of the circle nodded and turned back to Izuku, he was bright red with comically wide eyes.

“Uh I think I’ll just go with Uraraka’s original question.”

“Oh come on! Kissing your crush can’t be that scary! I did it!” “Well Mina it’s just a bit different when you have your crush tell you he likes you before you kiss him! I have no reason to believe this person is more than a friend and I don't want to test that out today!” Izuku punctuates his small rant with wild hand gestures that showed everyone just how nervous the prospect made him.

“Ok well anyways, basically all I was saying to Shinsou is that, I agreed with Mina.” Izuku hoped they would all take his vague explanation at face value, he apparently had no such luck.

“Mina said a lot of stuff, what part did you agree with?” Uraraka seemed out to get him during this round, he would have to question her about it another day.

“Ok, well I was just agreeing with what she said about… Kacchan.” Izuku thought he was almost free until he heard a scoff from next to him. He looked over to see an apologetic looking Shinsou who hadn’t meant to laugh as he spoke.

“Oh what was that scoff for Shinsou? Do you know something we don't?” Mina’s curiosity had peaked.

“Oh um no! I just had… extra air in my mouth, yeah you see.” Shinsou then pretended to blow extra air out of his mouth, he really hadn’t meant to draw anymore attention to Izuku than was already on him.

Izuku rolled his eyes at his friend's poor excuse of a cover up.

“Shinsou it’s fine, might as well just embarrass myself even more at this point.” Izuku took a deep breath to try and steady himself, no amount of time or breathing was going to make his truth easier though.

“First of all I am going to say that as soon as I’m done explaining I am going to sleep, and no you can’t change my mind. Second of all I do not want to hear a single word from any of you this is going to be bad enough as it is.”

Izuku looked around the circle waiting for everyone to nod before he started talking. He stared down at his hands as he spoke.

“Alright well here goes nothing. Basically I was telling Shinsou that I agreed with Mina when she said Kacchan was… attractive, which should cause people to want to confess to him, as she put it. I also said, along with that his ambition helps. And then I ended it by saying something along the lines of… I would let him bend me over a table any day and that it wasn’t my fault he’s so freaking hot! Alright good night everyone! I’m off to throw myself into a hole!” Izuku spoke his last words all in one breath, and ran off.

The sheer speed at which he was talking caused everyone to take a second to process what he actually said, Shinsou was impressed that he wasn’t out of breath by the end.

Izuku ran to his room, hoping no one would realise what he had said before he was able to leave, on the bright side he could hide for a full week before he would have to face anyone. Once he made it to his room he simply locked his door and slid down, putting his face in his hands.

He sat on the floor for a moment, planning out how exactly he would avoid the outside world for their week off, and to think he was excited about the mall trip Uraraka had planned.

Back downstairs the remaining students were slowly collecting themselves. One by one they turned towards Shinsou to see if that was all Izuku said. Eventually most of them got over their shock and turned to Katsuki. The blonde sat with red cheeks and wide eyes for longer than his friends would put up with.

“Bro! Why are you still here?! Mido just basically confessed to you!” Kirishima had a point, for good measure he elbowed Katsuki’s side. This finally got Katsuki out of whatever shock he was in.

He quickly stood and ran off, heading towards Izuku’s room. Once he got there, Katsuki’s confidence deflated, how would Deku react?

After a moment of doubt Katsuki steeled himself and knocked on the door three times.

On the other side Izuku still sat on the floor, once he felt the knocks on his back he stood up, expecting one of his friends to come and see him.

“Look I just want to be al-Kacchan?” Izuku was prepared to ask whichever of his friends it was to leave but seeing Katsuki shocked him.

“Hey Deku, uh I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing but I think we should talk.” Nothing could have prepared Katsuki for the adorable face behind the door, Izuku's cheeks had finally cooled off but he had been running his fingers through his hair leaving him artfully tousled in Katsuki’s opinion.

The pair stood for another moment before Izuku moved away from the door to sit on his bed, leaving it open so Katsuki could follow him in. They wordlessly sat down in front of each other, both waiting for the other to speak up.

“Did you really say all of that?” Katsuki was the first to break the silence.

“Uh yeah, that’s not really something I’d make up on the spot honestly.” Izuku decided to forgo the embarrassment he was feeling, letting that get to him would get him nowhere.

Katsuki didn’t know what to say, he didn’t have time to come up with much of a plan on his way to Izuku’s room, he was in uncharted territory.

“Kacchan? Why did you come up here? Because honestly I can only think of two reasons and one is very unlikely and the other has yet to happen.” Izuku couldn’t stand it any longer. There was no reason for Katsuki to have come up to his room unless he felt the same way which was borderline impossible in Izuku’s mind.

“I had to know if you were being serious.” Izuku could tell he wanted to say more, even if he had no clue what he could want to say. Katsuki stayed quiet for a moment, thinking Izuku was going to respond.

“Can I ask why you didn’t tell me?” Katsuki broke the silence.

“Right, because that’s something you say to your childhood friend turned rival, ‘hey I think you're hot and have for a lot longer than I realised’ that would definitely go over well.” Izuku saw no point in pulling any punches, he had already said the worst of it in front of their class.

“Wait wha- no, huh? S-say that again?” Despite himself, Katsuki’s voice cracked slightly, it was getting increasingly harder to keep his cool, or at least what little of it he had left. He may have been able to keep it together better if it wasn’t nearly four in the morning but alas he had no such luck.

Izuku laughed slightly, finally glad to be the more calm one, he took a moment to think of a proper response.

“Wow, apparently everyone wants me to say how hot I think you are today, first Uraraka won’t get off my back, then Shinsou laughs at me, then Mina makes me be specific, and now you. Look let me put it this way, I like you and I have for a while.”

“So- wait, huh?” Katsuki was just short of spouting unintelligible noises at Izuku’s words.

“Let me make this as clear as possible.” Izuku stood and walked towards Katsuki. “I really want to kiss you.” Izuku stopped just short, ending up mere inches away from Katsuki. Their breath mingled delightfully, creating a warmth both found enjoyable.

Katsuki’s heart sped up, he mindlessly wondered if Izuku could hear it. With that thought he was reminded of their proximity.

Their eyes met as Izuku began to lean in slightly, he didn’t have to go far because, for the second time that night, Katsuki met him in the middle.

In a moment any semblance of coherence was lost, the pair could only focus on each other. With a single action they were determined to convey every single complicated part of their feelings for one another.

After a moment Izuku placed himself in Katsuki’s lap, allowing him to run his fingers through the surprisingly soft blonde spikes. Katsuki in turn gripped Izuku’s hips, keeping them both steady.

Once they both needed to take a breath they finally pulled apart, just far enough to rest their foreheads together. Izuku decided to break the silence.

“I'll take that as a good sign then I guess.” Katsuki flushed at the words, knowing that Izuku was fully correct.

“Shut up and kiss me you damn nerd.” Izuku did exactly as he was told, savouring the feeling of calm that washed over the both of them.

Once they broke apart again, the time of night finally caught up with them in the form of a yawn from Katsuki.

“Is kissing me boring you to sleep Kacchan?” Izuku asked cheekily, knowing full well how late it was.

“Nope. It’s just four am and I haven’t slept in about nineteen hours, you know there are days where I wake up around this time to work out.”

“Well I can tell you it pays off.” In a moment of sheer confidence Izuku ran his finger over Katsuki’s exposed abs, suddenly very glad for the tendency of shirts to ride up. In response Katsuki pulled Izuku in tighter, laying his face in the crook of Izuku’s neck.

“Come on sleepy, why don’t we lay down now?” Izuku stood slowly, grabbing Katsuki as he went. He deposited the blond onto his bed and turned out the lights, he was suddenly very glad for Mina and Uraraka not letting things go tonight.

Not wanting to push any boundaries Katsuki might have, Izuku put a pillow between them and smiled as he heard Katsuki start to snore lightly. Izuku sighed happily before quietly wishing Katsuki goodnight.

The next mo-afternoon the pair found themselves tangled together, the pillow separating them long forgotten. At some point during the night the two had moved closer, allowing Izuku’s head to rest on Katsuki’s chest, arms draped over him, safely held in Katsuki’s hug.

Izuku was the first to wake, noticing their position and smiling, he never would have guessed this is how the party would turn out.

He stayed for a moment, keeping his head on Katsuki’s chest enjoying the warmth and comfort he felt from the blonde.

Eventually he did have to get up though, he realized he was still wearing jeans from the night before, he figured that the previous night he was too tired and caught up in Katsuki to notice. As soon as he moved away Katsuki began to stir, Izuku watched in delight as Katsuki slowly woke up, stretching and yawning without worrying about any appearances he had to uphold when he was alone with Izuku.

“Morning sleepy head! Wait, I think it's like one in the afternoon, so maybe not good morning?”

“I don’t care what time it is, it's still too early, come and lay back down, you're comfortable.”

Izuku smiled at Katsuki’s sleep addled voice and quickly changed into sweatpants before laying back down, he would gladly sleep another hour.

Once Izuku was back on the bed Katsuki pulled him close and hummed happily, Izuku couldn’t help but be grateful for how tired the blonde was, there was no way he would do that without the aid of being sleep deprived.

The next time they awoke it was abruptly, evidently some of their classmates became worried about them, or they were living up to Class A’s title of nosey, who’s to say?

“Midobro! Where have you been all da- oh! URARAKA, get in here!”

There were beating footsteps rushing down the hall which the two half asleep teens assumed was Uraraka.

WOAH! Midoriya-Kun! Why didn’t you say anything! If I knew you were in here with Bakugou I would’ve told everyone to leave you alone!”

Izuku took a moment to process what was happening, all he knew for sure was that they were loud.

“Uh I was asleep, how was I supposed to tell you?” Izuku sat up in bed for the second time so he could try and rid his eyes of sleep.

“Ugh lay down already, tell them to shut the fuck up and go away and if I heard shitty hair flip him off for me.” Evidently Katsuki was done with his classmates’ interruption already.

“Kacchan! I’m not doing that, he happens to be my friend.”

“No, right now he’s a nuisance who is going to bother us and then immediately tell the rest of the extras, who are probably already wondering what the yelling was about, what he saw. So he can fuck right off.”

“Wow Kacchan you are not a morning person! Plus it's the middle of the afternoon, we have to get up at some point!”

Kirishima and Uraraka stood in the doorway watching the two interact, both happy that their best friend looked so content.

Izuku finally turned back to the pair standing in the doorway of his room.

“We’ll be out in a little! Sorry if we worried you!” Izuku turned away to face Katsuki once again, Kirishima and Uraraka took that as their cue to leave.

The two finally got up to start their day, slowly waking themselves up. Once they joined their classmates out in the common room they were met with expectant looks.

The first to speak up with a raised eyebrow was Kaminari.

“Oh look who’s finally awake!”

“Oh shut it Pikachu, if you woke up like I did you wouldn’t want to move either!” The smirk on Katsuki’s face said it all, he had no shame.

“Kacchan!”

“What? It’s true you’re comfortable, it also doesn’t hurt that you’re cute.” Katsuki snaked his arms around Izuku’s waist, punctuating his statement.

Izuku flushed a bright red and hid in Katsuki’s shoulder before whispering in Katsuki’s ear.

“I hope you know that this means we’re dating now, no take backs! You are officially stuck with me.”

Katsuki shook his head and smiled.

“Like I wasn’t stuck with you before.”

“Well now I get to do this.”

Katsuki furrowed his eyebrow as he processed what Izuku had just said, it didn’t last long though. He was soon met with Izuku’s lips on his, catching him by surprise. The sudden affection left him blushing as Izuku pulled away. Katsuki, momentarily forgetting their audience chased Izuku forward, capturing his lips once again, doing nothing to help the flush on his face. Once they pulled apart once again they heard Sero exclaim.

“Finally! Hopefully this means I’ll be saved from any future drunken rants about Midroiya!”

Katsuki flushed further, whether it was from embarrassment or anger, no one could tell.

“Aw Kacchan, no need to be embarrassed! I’m sure Shinou could say the same, except mine were mostly sober come to think of it.”

“All of you can fuck right off, I knew I should’ve stayed in bed.”

“You mean in my bed?” Izuku smirked as he saw Katsuki’s blush darken.

“That’s it, I’m done with you all, I’m walking away.” Katsuki turned toward the stairs and began walking forward but before he got too far he turned back.

“Are you coming or not?” Katsuki looked at Izuku and nowhere else, making a point to the rest of the class.

Izuku simply laughed and made his way towards the stairs, shouting a quick ‘No need to check on us!’ as he made his way up.

The rest of the week consisted of Class A hating on Izuku and Katsuki’s PDA even more so than their previous rants about each other. No one expected them to be more insufferable after they got together, but at least their friends were happy, they could only hope that their ‘honeymoon phase’ would end quickly and uneventfully, rather than them being caught by a teacher.

Alas their hopes didn’t last long because Mr. Aizawa seemed to have impeccable timing and a great sense of when Izuku and Kastuki could be in any type of trouble. After getting the pair to separate Mr. Aizawa shot Izuku an unimpressed look before reminding him of the advice he shared with him and Shinsou.

“What did I say about loud blondes?” At his words Izuku’s eyes widened slightly as he gave his expected response:

“Don’t fall for a loud blonde.” Izuku wouldn’t meet his teacher’s eyes, Katsuki on the other hand was looking between the two almost frantically, trying to figure out what was happening.

In the end Aizawa simply narrowed his eyes at the pair and let them off with a warning, noting that next time he wouldn’t be so forgiving. The pair took his words seriously and managed to avoid any extreme PDA, to the enjoyment of the rest of their class.

The pair could frequently be found sparring together or lying down in the training field after a particularly draining match. No one knew what they did while they were out there for hours at a time and no one dared to ask. Most of the time though, they were making idle conversation and enjoying each other’s company.

“Hey Kacchan?” Katsuki responded with a wordless hum.

“Truth or dare?”

“Uh, truth?” Izuku could hear skepticism in Katsuki’s voice.

“How long did you have a crush on me?” It was apparent that Izuku had been wondering about this for a while.

“How long ago did we meet again? Oh whatever I’d say since about ten hours after we met, give or take a few stupid years where I convinced myself I didn’t like you, although even then I’m pretty sure it was still there.”

Izuku was shocked by the sheer honesty but appreciated it, in response he just snuggled closer to his boyfriend and spoke.

“For the record, me too.”

Izuku thought for a moment about their shared past, he knew that, no matter how long it took or what got in their way, they were meant to end up here, together. The overwhelming feeling of balance they felt together was unmatched, the thought alone made Izuku tear up.

“What’s wrong nerd?”

“Nothing bad I promise! I’m just thinking about us, and about how much I love you.”

“Tch no need to get all sappy on me.” Katsuki pulled Izuku in even closer and layed a kiss on his temple before speaking up again, “I love you too.”

It occurred to them much later that this was the first time they had ever said ‘I love you’ to each other, reveling in the fact that they both knew long before they said it out loud.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #bakugou x midoriya #katsuki x izuku #deku x kacchan #bakugou kastuki #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia fic #my hero academia #my hero academia fic #kastudeku #izukatsu #dekubaku #dekukatsu #katsuizu #party games #party game fic #All Just A Game

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dragonheadskilax · 3 years

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Gonna annotate about Leon’s entire character to y’all because he’s so so good, and every time I see someone say he’s a bad character for crushing on a man who doesn’t like him back i’m >:(

An archer born in a Zofian town. His manner of speech and conduct are unmistakably similar to a young lady's. He grew up care-free thanks to his parents and their laid-back environment. He was often teased for his effeminately good looks, and he always responded with a test of skill--which he would win, improving his reflexes. He joined the army to search for someone he could devote his heart to. When Valbar decided to accompany Celica, he naturally tagged along, and provided much assistance during the journey. He has a frank personality, saying what's on his mind; he's also the type of person who wears his heart on his sleeve. After the war, he became a merchant and it's said he lived a free and happy life.

The area of Zofia do follow Mila who is known as the goddess of love so considering how Leon is sappy and having the title “True of Heart”, Leon would totally be into lovecore aesthetic.

He may act feminine, use female gendered words in other languages, and would call himself a maiden, but as far as everything else he’s crude and mean and doesn’t hold back on filtering himself even if he’s talking to a kid.

Leon left home when he was young, so considering how this game series does have a thing of making 15 year old kiddies soldiers I’m guessing he left home at around that age.

To ‘wear your heart on your sleeve’ means to be honest and openly show your feelings or emotions. He’s painfully honest and drop hints he’s not straight.

"...Blerg. I don't like sea travel, and it sure doesn't like me. I'm nauseous, I'm sunburned, and I'm wind-beaten. I look like death's damp leftovers. But YOU look fresh as a daisy, Priestess! What's your secret? ...What? Nothing? NOTHING?! But you look like a dew-dappled angel! Augh, that's so annoying... Well, youth is great and all, but don't expect it to last."

There’s that painful honesty.

He sure does focus on his looks. He’s 24, smh Leon don’t think that you’re not gonna last past 30.

"Great. We finally get off that infernal boat, and now it’s the desert. Are you doing this on purpose, Priestess? Is it personal? *sigh* I want to get out of here before I dry up like a mummy. If I turn hideous and Valbar abandons me, it’s your fault. …What did you say? …Valbar isn’t the sort to judge people by their appearance? You think I don’t realize that? I know him FAR better than you! Gods, it really throws me when you’re so rational and correct…"

Still trying hard to get noticed by Valbar.

I like how he’s saying this particular line to a 17 year old, like chill, dude. Be nice.

"When I was a kid, there was this guy that I was head over heels for. He’s the reason I enlisted, actually. Just so I could stay close to him. He died in the first battle we fought. I cried so hard, I thought my eyes were going to float clean out of my skull. Valbar saved me from that. Every time he saw me, he’d take the time to say something. Cheer me up. What can you do with a man like that but fall in love? You’re thinking I’m a tramp, aren’t you? Well, I’m not. It’s hardly my fault that the world is full of wonderful, lovable people. Such a thing really motivates one to get out there and save it."

He made a big decision to leave home and enlist to follow a guy.. Now that he fell in love with Valbar he’s doing anything to follow him, too. I guess what’s different is it had been an unrequited love, even when it was suggested that Valbar knew about it it remained as a crush. Leon loves him at a distance so then he wouldn’t get badly hurt as he once had.

Him saying he’s not a “tramp” is a bit of info I like because people tend to wanna characterize effeminate gay characters as being touchy and wanting to peek at lotsa guys (which isn’t bad but there’s more than one type of guy), but not Leon, he’s more of a yearning for a soul mate kinda guy. He’s not big on lots of physical touch unless he really likes ya. "Hey, hey, now. No more of that." “I'm a friendly fellow, but not the touchy-feely type. All right?"

talking to Valbar “Heh heh. But it's fine. Emotions come in many forms, and as you say, there's no point in hanging on. I'm still glad I have these feelings, and nothing will change that.”

A crush is totally different than being in a relationship so like... I don’t like it when people say he’s a bad character for it. It totally happens to like someone but they don’t swing that way. In Leon’s case he keeps the crush because it feels safer and sappy to have it. Even if he tries his darnest to let Valbar get the hint he Loves loves him, when nothing happens he just accepts that.

talking to Valbar “Just realizing I've been a fool for feeling sorry for myself. Compared to what you've gone through, my worries are nothing.”

Despite the ol’ “keeping his heart on his sleeve” thing Leon has a knack of keeping negative feelings to himself. Probably the type who wouldn’t admit it because it doesn’t feel as big of a deal compared to other’s. This guy needs a hug so bad.

Kamui: “Oh, you're a laugh riot. But anyway, what do you think makes a good man?”

Leon: “Hmm. That's not easily summed up in a few words, but... for starters, he should be kind, strong and mature... while maintaining a boyish innocence. He also needs to listen, but be ready to tell the hard truths when necessary.”

Kamui: “Oh, come on. No one's that perfect.”

Some people take their conversations as being odd or random information or just to express again on how Leon’s gay but I wanna turn more attention on Kamui’s motive for asking in the first place. For someone who tries to not make people take him as gay, and explicitly so in the manga, he sure do wanna know what Leon’s type is if he’s got his eyes on Valbar.

Kamui is kinda right that no one could be perfect but Leon had been describing Valbar, when like,, they’re not even in a relationship… Leon honey… don’t hurt yourself like this. This leads to their next conversation;

Kamui: It's about… what you said before. So what would you do if Valbar ended up being.. the opposite of your ideal?

Leon: Well, that's an absurd question. But in the interest of humoring you and passing the time... Well, I suppose I'd set off looking for a man who met my perfect ideal. A journey like that might actually be kind of... fun.

Kamui: I think that's the first time you and I have agreed on anything.

Kamui could probably tell that Valbar isn’t ever going to return the kind of love Leon wants, and tries to learn what Leon’s thoughts are about that. Because even if he says he doesn’t care much about anything he seems to care about Leon. On the battlefield given his specific quotes for Leon and in these conversations. Kamui tells how his luck went south ever since joining in this journey and he’s only sticking around for the money, but that job he was paid for was done a long time ago at his recruitment quest. So he seems to hang around anyway for his sense of completion on things it seems.

The word ‘journey’ is like music to Kamui’s ears considering his history. It would be a fun writing idea actually of them traveling across Valm picking guys to speed date, well, like in the manga lmaooo but wider ranged.

This would be the first time Leon speaks nicely to Kamui instead of being standoffish and harsh. Kamui sounded really relieved for that. Then when Leon says he doesn’t like him that way Kamui instantly tries to back track lol

"Hello, Kiran! I've prepared some tea. Would you care to join me? I must admit, I was anxious when you first summoned me here. Ugh, don't laugh—it's rude! I may not look worried, but I have my fair share of concern, same as anyone else. Anyway, you've proven yourself more than capable, so I suppose I don't mind sticking around. To be honest, I am eager to return home... But that can wait, I think... Care for another cup?"

He says this when level 40 in FEH. So by this point he’s well acquainted with the player. Him admitted that negative feeling is once again that thing he has of keeping feels in to not seem it’s a big issue. And him wanting to go back home…. boohoo..

(If Valbar lives) Welcomed into the One Kingdom's Brotherhood of Knights, Leon remained at Valbar's side until an injury ended his fighting career. He then took up work as a merchant in the city market, where he lived free, happy, and dauntlessly true to himself to the last.

He better keep that good happy ending 👊

(If Valbar dies) Dealt a grievous blow by Valbar's death, Leon disappeared for a time before returning to join the One Kingdom's Brotherhood of Knights. There, he fought with the strength of a hundred men, and later served as an instructor to new recruits, contributing greatly to the order.

It’s messed up to think of Leon losing someone he loves again….. He should not go through all that again… Where did he disappear to.. Did he turn himself from twink to a bear to take the place of what would’ve been Valbar’s job if he lived (since Valbar ending would’ve been him becoming the instructor)

#dragon talk

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theschizoidblog · 4 years

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Schizoids at work – tips for schizoids and their employers

Blog 5: 22/09/2020

When it comes to Schizoid Personality Disorder, I find there’s so little info online on how to deal with it. While not all schizoids are comfortable holding jobs, many love to work for the income it provides, which in turn gives them the opportunity to have their own little haven without starving. (Ah, the joys of capitalism!) Some even really enjoy the challenge their job provides. Others suffer through jobs that aren’t a good match for them.

In this blog I want to give tips to employers about how to deal with schizoid employees, and to the schizoid employees themselves - don’t worry, you’re an asset!

(Also a quick note: covert schizoids are the ones you’re most likely to encounter on the workfloor, overt schizoids usually have it a little harder with fitting in.) (I can’t speak from experience there since I fall in the covert category.)

Now, the chance that an employee will tell you they’re schizoid, is minimal. First off, many don’t seek out therapy and thus don’t even know they are schizoid. (I didn’t know until I was 36.) Second, those that know they’re schizoid, will often feel like they can’t trust you with something as personal. Third, in some cultures it’s a big taboo to talk about mental health, especially if you have something that is labeled a ‘disorder’, and thus they will not tell you because they fear you would just fire them.

But in the rare occasion that your employee opens up to you about schizoid personality disorder, at least now you have this bit of advice from a schizoid who’s been employed in two countries (Belgium and the Netherlands), in a few different sectors and who has been in situations where the employer did not know, and is currently in one where the employer does know.

To the employer

First off, don’t be terrified or apprehensive if an employee tells you they are schizoid. Schizoids are better rooted in reality than most people and don’t suffer from delusions or paranoia like certain other personality disorders. They’re often quiet observers, analytical, witty… if they dare to open up in your company!

While it’s called a disorder, it doesn’t necessarily require medication or a great deal of therapy – it’s a state of being. If someone tells you they’re a schizoid, what they are saying is that company can drain them, that they are immune to most forms of peer pressure, that they don’t mind not talking to people.

Keep in mind that Schizoid Personality Disorder can be accompanied by depression, PTSD, anxiety and other comorbidities. While a schizoid seems emotionless most of the time, when your schizoid is suddenly crying at work, it’s possible you triggered some PTSD and that’s why they’re unable to perform well. But a schizoid without any comorbidities should, in theory, give you less trouble than any other employee.

You might think “humans are social beings”, but the same can’t be said for schizoids. We operate in a world where most people around us are just different from us, and accommodating to their social needs can exhaust us. (And in my experience that part gets worse with age.) We’re not very social beings. We get energy from being alone.

Consider us the ultimate introvert, while most managers and CEO’s I’ve met are on the other side of the spectrum, massive extraverts. To explain that bit: Did you find the lockdown horrible? Did you find it draining to talk to your employees online instead of at the coffee machine? Well, for a schizoid it’s often the other way around. Talking to colleagues through chat online is easier, more fun and less draining than talking to them at the coffee machine, and while you get energy from those conversations in the lunch room, they drain the schizoid person. We’re wired a little differently, so keep that in mind.

As an employer, you want to get the most out of your working relationship with anyone in your company. For schizoids, like other employees, you can just ask them what they feel or think, but in some cases schizoids will try to avoid conflict, and thus just say what you want to hear or not appear analytical at all. If they don’t trust you, I wish you the best of luck in getting them to open up. (You’ll need it.)

Especially young schizoids have not yet learned from experience to open up and might not indicate when things aren’t working out for them when they see it’s working out for their other colleagues. While immune to peer pressure (they might not eat the birthday cake everyone is having when they dislike it, or conform to the same clothing standard of the rest of the company when it’s not a strict rule), they will avoid conflict and thus they might not be fully upfront if the new work islands are ruining their concentration or when you place them among the loudest colleagues in the group and they just suffer quietly between them.

So in general, ask them whatever you like and be open and honest, and with any luck the schizoid will be self-critical, open and honest in return to you.

Ideal jobs for schizoids would be jobs they can do alone, like being a night guard, administrative jobs they can do from home, or jobs with animals or in nature. But that doesn’t mean that that’s all they’re good for. Plenty of schizoids work in retail, customer support, elderly homes, healthcare, IT, or are teachers, lawyers, even psychologists themselves! Having Schizoid Personality Disorder should never be an excuse to fire someone from a job, because it’s not a reason as long as the schizoid is doing their job well.

Practically

Feedback moments

Schizoids have their walls up very high, nearlly all the time. During feedback moments, that’s true as well. Give your feedback, but don’t expect to see shock, anger, sadness, relief or happiness on the face of the schizoid. They might not respond differently to your praise or criticism than if you were to recite the alphabet to them. Ask them what they will do about the issue and they’ll probably come up with a solution themselves or give you the acknowledgement that you wanted to hear that they understand the problem now.

Whatever you do, don’t get harder and meaner in your feedback because you see no response. Someone once did that to me and it triggered PTSD that I’ve been coping with for 15 years now. I did not realize why my employer was so mean to me, but now I realize that I must have sat there like a zombie, hardly acknowledging his feedback with any visual cues, and he felt a need to “drive it home” to the point where my body is now convinced I’m being sent to a war zone when my employer says it’s time for my yearly evaluation.

Control/manage

Schizoids don’t enjoy other people controlling everything they do. I’ve worked in helpdesk situations and do great in situations where I’m not given specific scripts to stick to. It makes for a better customer experience too and I get the job done and I get it done well. By forcing scripts on schizoids (but probably on plenty of regular folks too), you’re destroying motivation and only making the job harder. Let the schizoid do their job and use their magnificent brain, they’ll figure it out. Be there as a person they can come to for help. Tell them they can always ask for help or advice, and they’ll ask it if they need it, but don’t try to be too authoritarian, it usually doesn’t stick well with the schizoid and they’ll just learn to dodge you instead.

Flexibility in shifts

One of the biggest advantages of having a schizoid employee is that they might be willing to work Sundays or Saturdays or evenings or nights while others prefer to spend that time with family or going to the bar. I volunteered to work on Sundays and evenings because if I work on Sundays, I don’t have to go to carnival get-togethers with the family (huzzah!), and evenings because then I don’t have to work with all my colleagues together at once, but I just have one other colleague around and it’s quiet and I can listen to music.

I’m also the go-to-person for my colleagues when they have an evening shift they need to switch in case of emergency. I don’t mind switching from morning to evening. (I’m also an evening person so my efficiency will be better if I work late shifts compared to when I work early shifts.)

So while a schizoid person might not enjoy being in large groups, don’t say they’re not team players! They will gladly help out the company when they can, as long as they’re not being taken advantage of.

Dinners/parties/celebrations/team buildings

Every company has reason to celebrate at times and sometimes you want to thank your employees for their hard work with a nice party or event. A schizoid might not like every type of party or teambuilding though. I’ve been to a few I really enjoyed, but others where I was like “can I just work instead?” We did a very intimate speeddating teambuilding with our closest colleagues which I really enjoyed (wait, what, a schizoid enjoying a speeddating sort of thing? – I liked it because it wasn’t small talk but really witty questions that you could discuss with colleagues.), but there are sometimes also parties where the entire company is there and that are just too many people whose name I don’t know and whom I don’t fully trust, with music I don’t like and lots of drunk people, so I’ll rather bail out of those. Basically, my tip would be: definitely extend the invitation for the event, but if they say “no”, that’s that and don’t take it personal. (Also, they once didn’t ask me to go to a party because they know I never go anyways, and then I was a little sad they hadn’t asked me. I’d still like to say no and feel included. ;-))

Privacy

Most employees like to know a lot about the private life of their employers. Schizoids might not share a great deal. They like to keep work and private life separate, but let’s be real here: there’s often not a great deal going on either. Asking “What did you do in the weekend?” might result in a slightly annoyed schizoid. They probably didn’t do anything you’re interested in hearing. They probably had food. Watched shows or played games. Slept. A lot. And that’s what they might do for the next 51 weekends of the year as well. Don’t invite yourself over uninvited either, I never open the door unless I know someone’s coming. It’s not even something personal, it’s just that home is sacred and I wouldn’t even open the door to my elderly grandmother.

Someone else said that intrusion upon privacy is even something they consider offensive, so best not to do it!

But, if you’re patient, you will get to know your schizoid employee better. We just open up slower than most, so don’t pressure it, we’ll tell you what we want to tell you when the time is right.

Carpooling

I think carpooling is great for nature but from a personal point of view I hate it. Some companies are big on carpooling, sometimes to events. One schizoid told me she drove 6 hours to go to a company event because she didn’t want to take a flight and sit next to a talkative colleague. That’s how much we prefer to be alone when travelling sometimes. For some schizoids it’s the only time they have alone. At home they might not live alone, at work they’re never alone, and thus that time in the car is sacred to them, the only moment they can recharge a bit and be alone with their mind. (I have the same with lunch break, I usually take my lunch alone, just to recharge a bit. It’s nothing personal, I just need the me-time.)

Ambition

When asking a schizoid where he or she sees themselves in a few years, they might offer a blank answer. Schizoids don’t have a great deal of ambition. They will rarely say they see themselves as a manager or anything of the sort, instead they’ll express they’ll be good employees with a good knowledge of all systems and such. Don’t expect your schizoid to be ambitious – they might be perfectly happy with an entrance-level job.

Please do not mistake this as a sign they have no interest in the company or in their own career with the company. They just can’t imagine a lot of things changing very fast in their career path.

Mediators and Listeners

Schizoids are great mediators and listeners. If you have a problem, tell them the problem and wait for their pearls of wisdom. They’ve been observing society for their entire lives, even if they’re not very social people, they understand society better than most. They’re also very good listeners and will earn a lot of trust from their fellow colleagues that way if they open themselves up to them. Just be mindful at the same time that you’re not expecting them to do a specific job AND sit them down next to people that love to talk, because those people will love to take advantage of the fact they’re great listeners and get their own egg out of their system. Not a lot of work will get done then.

Bonding with colleagues

If you want a schizoid to bond with colleagues, it’s not really going to happen if they work 9 to 5 with 10 other colleagues in the same room. They’ll become part of the wallpaper. If you want them to bond, then let them work with other colleagues in 1-1 situations where it’s just the schizoid and the other colleague. For me, that’s during my late shifts and weekend shifts that I’m usually alone with one other colleague, and that way they get to know you in a non-intrusive way. For me it always works better that way then if I spent a regular 9 to 5 job among a large group of people.

Open Office

One of the hypes that I really dislike on the work floor are all the “islands” and “open workspaces” they have now. Everyone is stuck in the same room, often very close to one another, and it’s often loud (even when everyone is trying to be quiet) and distracting. A manager is like “but I want people to play off of one another!”, but to a schizoid it just means they can’t think properly and they lose track of what they’re doing and they need to listen to conversations from other colleagues about their kids that are going through college or the soccer match of their youngest. I once worked somewhere where not only half my colleagues were constantly on the phone, but the others were not allowed ear plugs to listen to music because the team lead wanted folks to listen and talk to one another. Needless to say, in a room of IT’ers that decision was not appreciated. IT’ers in generals are very introverted, at least allow them ear plugs to listen to music if they’re in a loud environment, you can’t afford to have them fuck up because they can’t focus. (Not to mention that now with covid a lot of open offices are like ‘oh, maybe we should not have had everyone in one big area, maybe we should have at least kept a few smaller offices with walls in between them….’)

Meetings

If you are having weekly meetings with your team, let me just tell you now, so your schizoid doesn’t need to tell you: your meetings are boring as hell and repetitive. It’s more efficient to have brief meetings when new things are happening or problems need fixing. Weekly meetings where you go over the same agenda each week aren’t really necessary, the neurotypicals are just abusing the fact they don’t have to work for an hour. :-P I felt like someone needed to say it, even if it’s not even a schizoid thing to remark. Sorry, managers. Monthly meetings are more than enough in most workplaces.

To the schizoid

Whether or not it’s wise to tell an employer that you have SPD depends on many things. I notice that culturally there are big differences. In Belgium and the Netherlands I feel like there’s a very open attitude among millennials regarding mental health. When I told my employer I was going to a therapist because I wanted to explain my anger outbursts and PTSD and I wanted to learn how to control them better, I got nothing but praise about how brave I was to take the first step and to talk about it so openly and to trust them with the news.

It took quite some time before I had the schizoid diagnosis, and after processing it myself, I also told the same team lead about what they’d found and what it meant. She’s a big extravert so it was rather funny comparing and explaining it to her, but she was intrigued and also confirmed that even if I am a schizoid, I’m still a teamplayer and my strengths are the weaknesses of others (and the other way around.)

When working in a team, there’s room for everyone and schizoids aren’t toxic people or anything of the sort. We can be barometers to sense the mood in a room and whether something is wrong in a team.

With all of us working from home with covid, my lead has also seen proof in my numbers that I perform better when alone at home than when I’m at the office in an open space. She’s also thinking of, when covid ends, letting me work from home several days a week and no longer having me come into the office four days a week. (On Sunday I always worked from home anyways.) Maybe when covid is over I’ll just be asked to come over one or two days a week.

Personally I think there are more advantages than disadvantages for companies that hire us.

However, it really depends on the company. Ten years ago, I’ve worked in a company where I saw people go if they had diagnosis of ADHD or other much milder things, where they were laid off and told to pack their stuff. Not necessarily the moment they opened up, but they never remained for longer than a year after that. Some companies do not welcome diversity or folks that decide to have such an open dialogue with their employers.

In my opinion, if you’re a schizoid and babyboomers are in charge, I don’t think it wise to open up. They do not like diversity or just folks that ask attention for their own mental health in the same way millennials do. They don’t see it as an advantage but as a disability to their own company. They don’t want folks to ask any work from them, they like it as a one-way street. They don’t want folks with labels. And some labels are more harmful than others. Personally I don’t think schizoid is a harmful label, as long as your employer does not confuse it with schizophrenic. And some employers will think a label, for the sake of having one, is already a bad thing.

How people look at personality disorders also depends on the country you are from. Belgium and the Netherlands are rather open (- especially the Netherlands). In the Netherlands they often say: “Alles is bespreekbaar”, which means that you can talk about anything, without judgement. If you admit something weird or extravert, you’re sooner called ‘brave’ than ‘weird’. Or you’re called both, affectionately.

Political climate at your job/in your country is also a means to predict how well it will be received when you admit to having a disorder. The more to the left, the less folks will make a fuss, the more to the right, the more they’ll think it better to exclude those that are different.

If you decide to never tell your employer, that’s perfectly fine. If you are happy in your job, why would you? If you are not in therapy or anything of the sort, there’s very little reason to tell them.

I’m very open about my current treatment as well, and now that I’m in EMDR treatment it’s possible I’ll have days of emotional turmoil and thus lessened productivity. I warned them in advance so that if it happened, they’d know about it. With my PTSD attacks increasing, we also agreed that I could just tell them “having an attack” or something of the sort, and then they’d know what I was doing to self-care and that I’d be back asap. (But it helps not having to explain everything from the start in that very moment, since that’s counterproductive.)

Or as we say in Dutch “goede afspraken maken goede vrienden” – meaning that good agreements make good friends. We got agreements on what to do in certain unexpected situations so that if a PTSD attack happens, they know exactly what to expect from me with just a word.

I realize such a good relationship with superiors at work is rare - I’ve had a lot of jobs before I landed this one and some were straight-out toxic. I would not recommend opening up in an environment where folks will use it as a means to pick on you. Luckily not all workplaces are like that, and I hope you find such a place!

Conclusion

Schizoids are hard workers that just want to make some money so they can support themselves. They might not be very social at work but they can make up for it by being a team player who doesn’t mind taking over unwanted shifts. They thrive when working at home, alone and don’t need constant supervision. They can be insightful and are good observers, and they are peacekeepers within the group. You won’t catch them having fights with colleagues. Since they read the mood in a room very well, if your schizoid is closing off completely or looking ill at ease, that’s probably a sign that the mood on your work floor isn’t great. There could be some toxic people out there that are preventing the schizoid from opening up at all and those same people could be ruining the mood for others as well. (Or worse: a toxic leadership style is also possible.)

If you have further tips or questions, my inbox is always open! I’m certain there are many more tips to give, and not every tip will be effective for every schizoid. (I suppose this is more for the covert schizoid, like myself, as opposed to tips for helping the overt schizoids.) None the less I hope it’s helpful and that if you have a schizoid employee, you now know there’s no reason to panic!

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Business Trip - Part 7: Path Not Taken

Without a single word, Sana raises her chin slightly, and a soft, sultry look appears as if by magic on her gorgeous face, illuminated as it was by the soft lamp above her. She bites her lip slightly, and as she does so she reaches behind her with one hand - you hear the soft sound of a zipper being undone, and immediately you realize why she has come here.

The dress falls from her body as though it were held up purely by magic, and in the space of a second, Minatozaki Sana is standing naked before you, having evidently worn nothing beneath her dress.

“I want a night to remember you by,” she says softly, her voice a whisper in the quiet room, “I want you to take me tonight as if I were the one you chose.”

“..She’s your what?”

Your sudden exclamation, in English, no less, draws looks from every other occupant of the elevator - thankfully, the girl in question apparently didn’t hear you, so absorbed is she in whatever music is playing out of the headphones she had plugged into her ears.

You bow sheepishly in apology to those nearest you before returning your gaze to Momo. The elevator opens, and the girl - Momo’s ex-girlfriend, apparently - leaves the elevator along with a few others. Satisfied that she is no longer trapped in an enclosed space with her ex, Momo is content to have a hushed conversation with you in English, confident that no one else in the elevator would likely be unable to understand.

“I… had a phase in university, okay? Every girl does.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with that. I was just surprised, that’s all. She’s super cute. Respect.”

You reach out a closed fist, and she accepts and returns your fist bump, a small, reluctant smile appearing on her lips.

“It wasn’t anything serious. We just fooled around for a couple of months. Maybe half a year.”

You give Momo a look of surprise, raising an eyebrow.

“...maybe it was around a year,” she finishes, “or maybe a little more than a year.”

“That sounds pretty serious to me,” you reply.

“Don’t worry about it,” she says dismissively, “it was just a phase.”

“I knew you were too good with Sana in Tokyo,” you say teasingly.

Momo smirks in reply before sticking her tongue out at you. It is a ridiculously cute gesture, and you find a smile appearing on your own lips, almost involuntarily. She had that effect on you - she made smiles magically appear.

“Anyway,” she concludes, “we’ll probably never see her again.”

---

“My name is Miyoui Mina, the chief legal counsel hired to preside over the legal paperwork of this acquisition. I look forward to working with you over the coming months, especially when we’re back at your home office.”

You extend your hand sheepishly, and she gives you a firm up and down shake, her thin arms providing a surprisingly firm grip.

“Same here, Mina,” you say, giving Momo, who is standing next to you, a look, “I look forward to seeing a lot of you.”

Beside you, Momo has managed to throw up the most awkward smile you had ever seen on her as she shakes Mina’s hand as well.

---

Thankfully, Mina was only present for the very first meeting, introducing herself as the chief legal counsel before immediately starting work, thankfully, on another floor of the building. Momo spent most of the morning in a constant state of embarrassment, understandably stressed and shaken over the prospect of having to work closely with her ex-girlfriend for the next few months.

The awkwardness was alleviated somewhat during the lunch hour, when the president of your company appeared via video conference to formally welcome the new acquisition’s management and employees. He also invited them to dinner that night at the fancy establishment Choa had mentioned that morning at breakfast. This got a great reaction from the local employees - it really must’ve been a fancy place, judging by the surprised looks of anticipation that the invitation drew from those in the office.

Sana was also present at many of the morning’s meetings, although she curiously remained distant from the three of you. You glanced over at her with every chance you got, hoping to get a reading on her mood, but the few times you got a good look at her she held a neutral expresion on her face, her features either deep in concentration or otherwise unreadable. She left the office just before lunch, ostensibly to continue work with a satellite office elsewhere in Seoul.

The rest of the day’s meetings passed uneventfully, and you were thankful for the opportunity to return to the hotel to rest up a bit before heading out to dinner. Momo followed you into your room, and while you were both too tired from last night’s activities and the recent day’s work to engage in anything further, she did cuddle up next to you as you both enjoyed a short post-work nap.

You weren’t looking forward to speaking to Sana that night, and the talk you had to have with her. Likewise, Momo was still clearly disturbed by the idea of working with an ex for the next few months.

But at that moment, with her warmth snuggled up next to yours and the sweet strawberry scent of her head just inches below your nose, all your troubles were chased away and you both happily wandered into the welcoming, if mercilessly temporary, bliss of sleep.

---

The venue for the merger celebration dinner turned out to live up to its name - it was probably the fanciest, most expensive restaurant you’d ever had the pleasure of going to, and going by the reactions of most of your fellow employees, that was true for most of the attendees as well. The food certainly lived up to the hype, serving a perfect array of traditional Korean dishes with a modern flair.

The dinner was winding down now, and the attendees had separated into smaller groups to network or make general small talk. The restaurant bar had opened up, and the liquor was flowing freely. Your boss had flown in from out of town, and ensured that no one was wanting for another glass.

Upon excusing yourself from a short business conversation with Seolhyun and her colleagues, you re-entered the main dining area to find Momo, Choa, and Mina engaged in a conversation that seemed significantly more fun and hilarious to Choa and Mina than it did to Momo, who looked ridiculously uncomfortable and awkward in front of her ex - you presumed they were talking about Momo and Mina’s university exploits.

After catching your attention and making eye contact, Momo gestures towards the open balcony. Knowing what she meant, you send her an affirmative nod, and she nods in return, a supportive smile on her cute features. She makes a fist with her hand in a “fighting” gesture, and you nod thankfully to her as you make your way outside.

The restaurant had a rather spacious and luxurious looking balcony, and it was there that you found Sana, leaning against the rail with a small cocktail glass in her hand, staring up at Seoul’s rapidly darkening skyline.

“There you are,” you say softly to the Japanese girl when you are close enough, “we were hoping you would sit at our table during dinner.”

Sana lowers her head softly, as though she were dreading the moment that you would find her and start this conversation. She seemed to resign herself to her fate, however, as she lets out a short sigh and turns halfway to face you, keeping one arm on leaning on the balcony rail.

She had always had a keen sense of fashion, and in a room full of gorgeous, well dressed women she still managed to stand out in a short black cocktail dress that highlighted her long, perfectly shaped legs and slim figure. Her hair is done up to fall on one side of her cute face, and while she greets you with a smile, there is little happiness in it.

“Maybe I’ve been hiding,” she says softly in reply, the smile on her lips trying and only partly succeeding in convincing you that she was joking.

You step up next to the young woman, leaning against the handrail beside her.

“Sana, I was hoping we could talk.”

“About you and Momo?”

You smile to yourself - of course she already knew. Girls always knew before you did, it seemed.

“How did you know?”

Sana giggles, although it is an empty sound that leaves her throat, void of the cheeriness that once pervaded even the smallest of her gestures.

“You’re so dense sometimes,” she says softly, “it was obvious from the second you two walked into the office this morning.”

You nod slightly, smiling back at her, unable to say anything in reply.

“I always figured it would be a matter of time before you two got together,” Sana says, pausing slightly before continuing, “She’s quite the catch. I’m happy for the both of you.”

“Thank you, Sana,” you manage to say, although you wish you could say more. The two of you remain standing there in silence, leaning against the balcony rail, both lost in your own thoughts. The volume of the party behind the both of you continues to increase as employees buy each other drinks and shots, but the only thing you can hear is the deafening silence between you and Sana.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Sana finally speaks, her voice slow and sad.

“What’s your hotel room number?”

“901,” you answer, the question catching you off guard.

Sana drains the rest of her cocktail in one shot, before turning so that her back is facing the balcony rail. You turn to face her, but she avoids making eye contact with you, her eyes cast downward at the small space between the two of you.

“I’ll drop by to say goodbye,” she says softly, before turning and walking away, leaving you wondering what she meant.

---

A few hours later you are back in your hotel room, pacing back and forth in front of the window, trying to find some distraction in Seoul’s downtown lights. You had no idea what Sana meant by her last words to you, and so you figured it would be best to return to the hotel and prepare yourself for whatever it was she had in mind. Momo agreed that it would probably be the best course of action, assuring you that she would be there to support you no matter what happened between you and Sana.

You glance once more at the digital clock on the nightstand - it is just past midnight.

As if staring at the clock triggered some sort of switch, a soft knock at your door interrupts the silence of your hotel room, and immediately you know it could only be Sana. You walk nervously to the heavy door and pause for a moment to compose yourself, your hand on the silver door handle. Taking a deep breath, you swing the handle downward and open the door.

Minatozaki Sana fills the doorframe, bathed in the hotel hallway’s soft light, a blank, unreadable expression on her features. You open your mouth to say something in greeting, but she pushes past you and walks into your hotel room. You let her pass, and close the door softly behind her, watching as she stands in front of your bed, her back facing you. She takes a moment there, as though composing herself, ensuring herself that what she was doing was the best course of action.

After a moment she turns around so that she is facing you. You are still in the entrance foyer of your hotel room, not quite knowing what to do.

The dress falls from her body as though it were held up purely by magic, and in the space of a second, Minatozaki Sana is standing naked before you, having evidently worn nothing beneath her dress.

“I want a night to remember you by,” she says softly, her voice a whisper in the quiet room, “I want you to take me tonight as if I were the one you chose.”

“I… I don’t want to take advantage of you,” you reply.

“You’re not. I want this. I want you. One night. No more, no less. Please. Take me.”

You are dumbfounded - by the beauty of the now naked young woman standing in front of you, but also by her request. It takes you a few seconds to gather yourself and your thoughts, but your course of action almost immediately becomes clear. You knew that Momo would have no problems with what you were about to do, so without allowing yourself a moment to change your mind, you step toward Sana, watching her large, round eyes as they hold your gaze every step of the way.

Your lips crash together as your arms wrap around one another’s bodies, your movements driven as much by instinct as by lust and passion - you both allow your instincts to take over, your natural desires to lose yourselves in each others’ bodies.

Your tongue finds welcome in Sana’s mouth, where it meets its counterpart and engages in a passionate duel with it. Your hands wander around the young woman’s warm, soft body, rediscovering curves and soft, clear skin. Sana had lost some weight in the months since you had last seen her, and while a part of you missed the curviness her added weight gave her, there was no doubt that the newfound slim tightness of her body held an appeal of its own.

You break the kiss to dive into her neck, and the Japanese girl lifts her head to give you easier access. Simultaneously your right palm wanders beneath her waist and grasps her left butt cheek, eliciting a soft gasp from the young woman as she allows you to reacquaint yourself with her body.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” you whisper softly into her ear, your words coming from a place of consideration and not of lust - you genuinely wanted to do whatever you could to make this night as memorable for her as you could.

“I want… I want you...” Sana begins, her voice low and quiet, “I want you to take me. All night.”

You take her words as license to pleasure her however you saw fit, and to that end an idea comes to mind. Leaving the welcoming, comfortable crevice of her warm neck, you give her a soft kiss on her lips before you take her by the shoulders and turn her around, so that her back is to you and she is facing the hotel room’s dresser, which has a large mirror above it.

Looking over her shoulder, you take a moment to admire Sana’s tight, naked body; you guessed she had been working out in the time since your last visit to Tokyo, as she had lost a little bit of her baby fat. Her breasts, still perky and round, sit proudly atop her chest, and her flat, slim stomach leads invitingly to the shaved mound between her thighs.

You lift your t-shirt over your head, and as soon as the article of clothing is gone you press yourself against her back, enjoying the feel or your naked torso pressing against hers. Your arms snake around the young woman’s body - your right hand reaches across her torso to fondle and cup her left breast, while your left hand caresses her lower stomach - both your hands tease her intimate areas, without actually stimulating them.

Sana lets a soft “Ohhh,” escape her lips at the feeling of your hands teasing her body before continuing breathlessly, “touch me. Make me feel good.”

You smile devilishly against the back of her neck before you plant soft kisses against her skin; at the same time you finally capture her breast in your palm, relishing the feeling of her hardened nipple as it pokes your palm and the loud gasp of air that escapes Sana’s lips at the new contact. Your left hand traces a more careful path, your left middle finger leading the way as it slowly, carefully heads towards that wonderful, warm spot between her legs.

Eventually it reaches Minatozaki Sana’s most intimate area, and your middle finger dives as deep as it can between her warm thighs to the very bottom of her pussy, finding much to your satisfaction that she is already drenched, her juices quickly soaking your finger as it slowly, carefully traces her outer lips in an upward movement until it finds the hardened nub of her clitoris, which it caresses in slow, up and down movements.

“You’re so wet, Sana.”

“You… make me… so wet,” she replies, and her response drives you to slowly increase the tempo of your strokes against her clit, causing the volume of the steady moans that are escaping her throat to increase. For long minutes your finger plays against her clit, causing waves of pleasure to wrack the body of the young Japanese girl.

Sana is at this point a quivering, shaky mess, her legs turning into jelly, and she leans forward slightly upon the dresser with both hands to keep her balance. In leaning forward she brushes her naked ass against your crotch and the hard shaft beneath your pajama bottoms, eliciting a gasp of surprised pleasure from both your mouths. Almost immediately, as if by instinct, she reaches her left hand back and finds your hardened shaft, caressing it over your pajamas, a move that surprises you and leaves you momentarily stunned in pleasure.

“Take this off. Let me feel you,” she says, and you oblige, stripping yourself of the offending garment with a speed that surprises you.

As soon as you are as naked as she is, you press yourself once more against the young woman, relishing the warmth of the small of her back against the underside of your shaft. Sana’s fingers return to your cock, and she pumps her small hand up and down slowly as best she can given her position.

You return her efforts with some of your own, continuing to focus on the movements of your finger on her clit, rubbing the soft nub with a consistent pressure with the pad of your middle finger. Your right hand captures the stiffened nipple of her breast with your index finger and thumb, teasing and pinching the bud mercilessly, drawing a soft, breathy moan from Sana’s throat. Your fingers continue their magic on her body as the moans continue and increase in volume as she nears her peak.

Sana lets go of your shaft, now unable to continue to pump it - not that you mind, so focused are you on pleasuring her. She reaches back with her now-free hand, grasping your hip with a tight grip in an attempt to find some release for the pleasure coursing through her young body.

“I’m so close,” Sana says, barely able to form the words amidst the gasps of pleasure and lust, “I’m cumming!”

The young woman does just that, and her body is wracked by spasms as the hand between her legs drives her over the edge. Her soft thighs capture your hand and wrist between them as her body quivers in pleasure. You tighten your hold on her body, squeezing her breast slightly tighter as she savors every moment of her orgasm.

“Enough,” she says softly, her chest still heaving with heavy, needed breaths, to your reflection in the mirror, “I need you inside me. I need you now.”

You take one more moment to savor the sight of her reflection in the mirror - of her flushed, soft skin, her tight, slim body as it is ravaged by your fingers and hands, one fondling a soft breast, the other between her legs as it works her glistening, moist flesh. You savor the sight of this wanton, lust-drunk woman in your arms, and you smile devilishly at the prospect of the pleasures that are about to come.

Regretfully, you withdraw your hands from their positions on her breast and pussy, and taking her by the wrist, you lead her to the bed. Sana lies down on its edge, her legs spreading wantonly as you take your position between them. As she lies down on her back, you are struck once more by her beauty - she was absolutely gorgeous when she was simply sitting at an office table, but here, in the throes of passion with nothing but her own allure to clothe her, she is simply breathtaking.

“Please,” she says softly, “fill me.”

You take your shaft, as hard as it can ever be, gently in your right hand, and you softly place it against the quivering, warm, wet flesh of Sana’s pussy, the both of you taking delight in the feeling of your cockhead pressing against her opening, the slit pressing against her clit as it passes over it, giving you both a mere appetizer at the pleasure that is to come.

Then, with one soft, slow movement, you line the head of your shaft up with her ready, inviting lips, and you thrust inside Minatozaki Sana’s body with one smooth, long stroke.

Your eyes are glued to Sana’s face as you enter her, and you relish the look of pleasure that washes over her small, cute features, twisting them pleasantly, her mouth opening and releasing a small gasp as you reach your hilt inside her body. You both take a moment to savor the new feeling of your coupling, but it is Sana who re-initiates your movement, twisting and rubbing her hips against yours in an attempt to convince you, without words, that it was okay for you to continue.

You are happy to oblige the young woman, and so you draw your shaft out of her tightly grasping pussy, watching intently as her lips grasp your cock as it withdraws from her body. Just as your cockhead is the only part left in her, you drive forward again into her with a soft, smooth thrust.

Soon you establish a steady rhythm, and you are fucking Sana with solid, smooth strokes, her tight, slim body rocking back and forth on the bed with every thrust. A steady stream of moans and gasps are the soundtrack to your session, the young woman having no qualms about giving voice to the steadily building pleasure washing over her body.

You watch the young woman intently, focusing on keeping the speed and depth of your thrusts consistent, remembering from your last time together that that was what she liked. She brings her hands down to her thighs, resting them on either side of her pussy and your thrusting cock; this had the added wonderful side effect of bringing her softly bouncing breasts closer together with her upper arms, and you watch intently as the soft mounds of flesh are rocked with each impact of your bodies.

“So good… it feels so good,” Sana gasps, the words half-gasps, “You fuck me so good. Don’t stop. Deeper. Fuck me deeper.”

She raises her left leg so that her calf is resting against your right shoulder, lowering her right leg so that it is almost touching the floor. This changes the angle at which you are penetrating her, and allows you even deeper access into her body. You grip her raised leg and the thigh of her lowered leg, spreading them apart, relishing in the feel of soft flesh beneath your hands, and the deeper penetration you are able to achieve with her legs spread the way they were. You push forward with each thrust, drilling her tight, slick pussy as deeply as you are able.

“Yes! Just like that… just like that! You’re so deep… deep inside me!”

Sana lets her head fall back, and her back arches as she is wracked by a new wave of pleasure. She grasps your hand on her thigh with her own, the tightness of her grip betraying the pleasure coursing through her body. You fuck her in this position for a few long minutes, the both of you losing track of time, so lost are you both in the pursuit of pleasure. Both your eyes close for a moment, allowing nothing but the pleasure erupting from your joining to flood your minds.

Sana lets an uninterrupted stream of wordless, sultry moans leave her mouth, and you answer with the odd soft grunt of your own as you reach particular peaks of pleasure. Your bodies make sounds of their own, the wet thumping of your bodies crashing together joining with your moans to fill the room with the wordless sounds of intimacy. There are no words spoken, but eventually, it is Sana that finds words to articulate her pleasure.

“I’m gonna.. I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck, Sana,” you say, “I’m gonna cum too.”

You are somewhat embarrassed at the speed at which your orgasm is approaching, but the pleasure of the position, the wonderful sight of her body as it is rocked by each thrust into her, and the emotions infused into the evening are too much, too overwhelming, too difficult to fight when the alternative - the pleasure - was so easy to obtain.

Sana, thankfully, is the first to fall over the edge, and her back arches even more as she orgasms, her pussy contracting tightly around your shaft as she lets out a long, loud moan. You do your best to fight it, but you know you are only seconds away from orgasm.

“Fuck, Sana, I’m cumming,” you manage to say.

“Cum on me,” the young woman replies, still mid-orgasm, “cum all over me.”

The thought of doing anything else but obey her does not even enter your mind, so focused are you on your impending orgasm. You are just coherent enough to withdraw your cock from Sana’s slick pussy before grasping it with your left hand and pumping the wet shaft with your palm. Your orgasm soon washes over you, and you send thick, hot streams of semen all over Sana’s breasts and flat, tight stomach, painting her torso in creamy streaks of white.

You are still pumping your shaft with your hand, enjoying the last waves of pleasure erupting from your crotch, when you are finally able to open your eyes, even though you don’t remember closing them. You watch as Sana pants heavily on the bed, her limbs suddenly slack and weak - but you are happy to find a satisfied, if exhausted, look on her features.

The young woman bites her lip - an action that could not have been any more sexy, considering she was basking in the afterglow of sex, her breasts and torso painted with the evidence of it. With a slim, thin hand, she gathers a stream of your glistening, still-warm cum from where it has landed on her right breast, and, ensuring you are watching, she brings it to her mouth and licks it from her finger.

“You taste good,” she says softly, her voice a soft whisper, “Later I want you to cum in my mouth.”

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A part of you wishes the mirror were visible from your current position, so that you could watch as Sana impales herself over and over on your cock. You want to watch the expression of pleasure written all over her cute features, want to watch her small, round breasts bounce up and down, want to watch every muscle of her long, perfectly shaped legs work to throw her body again and again against your cock. You especially wish you could have watched when she came, a minute earlier, her body writhing in pleasure as her pussy spasmed around your still-thrusting cock.

But you’ll have to content yourself with the almost equally alluring view of her sweaty back, as she rides you in a reverse cowgirl position; not that it was a particularly difficult position to enjoy, especially given the view of her round, full ass as she slams it down against your crotch. She may have slimmed down a little, but she managed to keep her curves where they counted, and as you slap her right cheek with an open palm, you are happy for that fact.

As you slap her ass, Sana throws her head back and lets out a long, sultry moan that might have been a Japanese word - it was hard to tell given her tone.

“You like that?” you ask, although you already knew what she would answer.

“Yes,” she says back, the word almost a hiss from her lips, “you like… you like fucking my pussy with your cock?”

“Fuck yes,”

“Good, now fuck it with your tongue.”

In a move that surprises you with its speed, Sana slips off your cock before shuffling her body downward - before you know it, your face is between her soft, warm thighs, and her pussy is mere inches away from your face.

You take a moment to savor the sight of her most intimate area - upside down, as it were - and find a lot to like in the way her lips are slightly splayed, having been penetrated by your shaft moments prior. Her entire crotch is moist with her juices, her pussy juicy and inviting, like a ripe fruit ready to be devoured.

Sana does not have your patience, however, and almost as soon as you are in a suitable position she has taken your cock, still drenched with her own juices, into her mouth. She wastes no time in establishing a quick rhythm, working the upper half of your cock with her lips and tongue and pumping the base of your shaft with a closed fist. She swirls her tongue around the tip and under the head; her position means her attention is focused on the top side of your shaft, and you find your cock is more sensitive to the new sensation.

You reciprocate eagerly, diving into her juicy pussy with your tongue, driving it as deep as it can go between her inviting lips, relishing the bittersweet taste of her juices as they flow into her mouth. You drink deeply of Sana’s most intimate area, your tongue exploring her body just as your cock did moments before. You press down on her ass with both hands, squeezing the round, tender flesh and pressing her pussy even deeper down on your face.

Eventually you find her clit, and your tongue presses against it, massaging it softly before reverting to giving it long, slow licks with as much of your tongue as you can. Simultaneously, you bring your right hand to her pussy, stroking her lips and penetrating it slightly.

Sana moans deeply around your cock, the vibration of the moan sending delicious tingles of pleasure around your shaft. She recovers quickly, and resumes her blowjob, unrelenting in her goal of pleasuring you.

“Fuck… you’re too good at that,” you manage to say. If Sana heard you, she made no move to relent or even acknowledge your comment, so absorbed is she in taking you in and out of her mouth.

“Sana… I’m getting close.”

At that, Sana lets your cock flop out of her mouth after one long, hard suck. Without a further word, she lifts her body off you and repositions herself between your spread legs. You regret for a moment the loss of her delicious pussy in front of your face, but the sight of her cute, beautiful face, now clouded with lust, between your legs convinces you that it wasn’t much of a loss.

“I want us to see each other when you come in my mouth,” she says softly, before immediately resuming her work - but this time, her eyes remain glued to yours, even as she takes your shaft in and out of her sweet lips.

It is all too much - all too fucking much to resist. The sight of her lips wrapped around your cock, the sight of her large, expressive eyes glued to yours, the sight of her thin fingers pumping up and down your shaft… it was too much.

“I’m cumming,” you manage to say, before your orgasm hits you harder than you were expecting and your cock pumps warm semen into Sana’s wet, waiting mouth. As she receives the first stream of cum she lifts her mouth off your shaft and presents her open mouth to you, allowing you to see the rest of your cum shoot directly onto her tongue and the back of her mouth - all the while, her eyes are glued to yours, watching as your face contorts in pleasure.

You manage, through the greatest of effort, to keep your eyes open and watching as you send cum into Sana’s open mouth. And you are satisfied beyond measure to watch as you finally finish cumming and she closes her mouth, her throat gulping the semen down her throat. When she opens her mouth again, she sticks out her pink tongue at you, confirming that she has swallowed it all.

“Next, I want it against the window, like the first time we fucked.”

With that, Sana hops off the bed, and you watch dumbfounded as her naked body heads to the washroom to clean up.

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Hot. Wet. Tight. So, so tight.

Random words, but they all come to mind as you fuck Sana from behind, her tight, slim body pressed hard against the open hotel room window, her naked breasts pressed against the glass in a wanton, brazen display. You pump softly, slowly, partly from fatigue, but mostly from a need to prolong the moment and enjoy every sensation coursing throughout your body.

Sana, given the consistent stream of moans coming from her throat, felt much the same. Other girls only really made noise during when they hit certain peaks of pleasure, or perhaps to communicate something to you, but Sana was different - she started to gasp and moan the second you entered her, and the stream of gasps and moans didn’t end until you left her body. Her palms, pressed against the glass like the rest of her naked body, grasp and contort as though wanting to grip something - her body is speaking a language of its own, one that says this is it, this is all it wants.

The sounds coalesced into something resembling words as you increase the speed and depth of your thrusts slightly, enjoying the feel of her soft ass smacking against your crotch as your cock drills into her wet tightness.

“Yes… yes! Just like that… fuck me… fuck me like… like I’m the one.”

Her last words give you pause - what did she mean by that? But you have no time to consider further, as she continues.

“Yes! You… you fuck me so good. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum… Oh!”

She cums again - not nearly as intense as her previous orgasms, but there is no denying the soft warmth of her pussy’s contractions as she reaches her peak, nor the sudden wetness that floods your softly thrusting cock. Her body shudders softly as she allows the waves to wash over her in an orgasm that is not powerful, but rather warm and soft and soothing.

“Sana, I want to cum in you,” you say matter of factly. You had yet to cum in her this night, and every fibre of your being wanted to. You knew she was making you wait, making you ask for it, making you need to bury your cum in her body. You look down, to where your bodies are grinding together, watching as your grip around her full waist tightens with your impending orgasm. Her pussy had always been amongst the tightest you had ever had, but it was especially so post-orgasm, and it was becoming almost unbearable, especially in this position.

Sana does not answer immediately, but she lets you thrust a few more times into her body before she responds, as though she were debating with herself whether to finally let you cum inside her,

“Do it,” she says softly, her eyes cast downward as the side of her head presses against the glass, “cum in me. Fill my body with your cum. Cum in me like you cum in her.”

You only barely hear her last words - your orgasm takes you by surprise, and the only thing you are aware of is the last thrust you make into her body before you tumble over the edge and your cock spasms, sending stream after stream of hot semen finally, mercifully, into Minatozaki Sana’s tight, slick, willing body.

Sana lets out a soft gasp as she feels you empty yourself inside her and the warmth of your cum floods her pussy. You slump against her body as the fatigue of the evening sets in, pressing her naked body against the cold glass. You plant a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

Neither of you say anything, for neither of you can find the words. Eventually, you both find yourselves back in the bed, and Sana presses herself against you as you both find merciful bliss in sleep.

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When you next wake, the first thing you are aware of is the emptiness next to you.

You shake the haziness of sleep away from your head as you make out the shape of Sana standing at your hotel room door, leaning with one hand on the wall as she slips her right heel onto her slim foot.

Realizing that she had nothing but a short black cocktail dress and heels to keep her warm in the chilly Seoul autumn morning, you grab your blue hoodie from the chair next to the hotel room door. You drape it over her shoulders, and she slips her thin arms into the sleeves and zips it up. She ties the loose hood drawstrings into a cute bow at her neck - Sana had been many things over the short time you’d known her, but even now, in the last moments of your time together, she was still almost unbearably adorable.

“Thank you,” she says, “although you might never get this back.”

“That’s a very expensive hoodie,” you lie, knowing it wasn’t, “and I expect you to personally give it back to me someday.”

Sana doesn’t answer, and offers only a sad smile in reply.

“Have a safe flight tomorrow,” she says, although her words are already heavy with sadness, her tone wavering. You both knew that the next few moments might be the last you’d ever see of each other, and the burden of that knowledge weighed heavily on both your minds.

“I will. I’ll let you know when we get home.”

Sana nods, sadly - her lips quiver slightly, and it is only then that you realize you used the word ‘we’, and that she probably took it to mean that you were speaking with Momo in mind, now that you were a couple.

“Sana, I-”

“Don’t,” she interrupts, holding up a hand, as if to physically stop you from speaking further. Her hand, her small, thin hand, wavers slightly, as though she were struggling to keep it in the air without shaking. After a second she gives up, and drops her hand for fear of betraying the fact that she was just barely keeping it together.

“I’d rather we left on good terms,” she explains, “and without any drama. You don’t have to explain anything. You chose her, not me. I need to accept that.”

Sana pauses for a second, as if to gather what little strength and composure she had left. After awhile she looks up at you, her eyes glassy and wet with tears, her sheer will being the only thing keeping them from falling onto porcelain cheeks. She opens her mouth and her next words that escape her lips are just above a whisper:

“...I hope she makes you happy.”

The English language fails to give voice to your feelings, and you can do nothing but nod softly in reply.

“Good night,” she says softly.

“Oyasumi,” you answer.

She holds your gaze for a moment more before she turns, slowly, to face the door. She places a hand upon the knob, and as if it were the most painful thing in the world for her to do, she turns it and opens the door slightly. Her hand stays on the doorknob, frozen there by fear and uncertainty and sadness. You can see that she is gripping the metal knob tightly, as though she were leaning on it for support and letting go of it would cause her to collapse.

Sana turns her head slightly, the light from the hallway illuminating her profile against the darkness of your hotel room. The light reflects off the tears that have finally spilled over her cheeks, each one a betrayal of the composure she was trying to exude. Her eyes are sad, but there is a wistfulness in them, as though she were picturing things in her mind’s eye; days and nights filled with you that would never be.

“If you’d asked, I would have moved overseas for you,” she says softly, every word painful for you to hear, and even more painful for her to say. There is a soft smile on her beautiful lips, although there is no happiness in it.

She lets the silence linger in the air for a moment before continuing.

“We would’ve been happy together.”

She opens the door fully and walks out into the hallway. You want to say something, want to grab her by the arm and tell her that those things are still possible; but your body fails you, and it is all you could do to lean on the doorframe as she walks away.

You watch helplessly as Minatozaki Sana turns the hallway corner and disappears - out of your sight, out of the hotel, and out of your life.

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Author’s Note: Man, that chapter was heavy. :(

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