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Be still, my foolish heart

Bokuto Koutaro x fem!reader (ft.Kuroo Tetsuro)

summary : a hopelessly whipped Bokuto in love with Nekoma’s sweet and kind manager. He would even say it was love at first sight but he tried to tell himself it wasn’t that. After much time has passed, in another training camp, he was planning to confess only to find out you were already dating one of his closest friends, Kuroo. But what he doesn’t know, was that Kuroo knew about his little crush on you.

words: 4.7k

contains: Bo being a cute in love babie. nsfw, voyeurism, size kink, Dom!Kuroo, polyamorous

Characters are 18 ( age of consent)

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‘be still my foolish heart, don’t ruin this on me’

He remembered the first time he met you, the memory still so fresh after all this time. It was during a practice match with Nekoma.

On that particular day, he wasn’t at his peak game mindset, which meant it led to one of his so called ‘emo-mode’ but he did a quick turn around when you had sat next to him on the bench, handing him a bottle of water, your words still never failing to make his heart skip a beat.

“We all have our off days, Bokuto-san. And if it makes you feel any better, I personally have never seen anyone play volleyball as you do. When you leap into the air so high in perfect form, my heart jumps with you. It’s beautiful really.”

His team who looked on with worried eyes over their captain wondered what you had said, because the once gloomy aura that enveloped Bokuto disappeared and his ears perked up like an excited pup, his cheeks were a bright flush pink too.

“So it’s okay to not be at your best all the time, trying is enough, Bokuto-san.” You beamed up at him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, not knowing how it sent a shiver down his spine and how it left this warmth on that spot the whole day.

“Chibi-chan, stop fraternizing with the enemy!” Kuroo’s voice sounded from across the court, making you giggle.

“Duty calls.” You stood up, Bokuto wishing you could stay by his side longer. “Keep your chin up, Bokuto-san!” You encouraged him, pumping your fist telling him to keep on fighting and the wide eyed owlish captain, lit up and he nodded his head excitedly. Akaashi’s mouth hanging open a little at how you easily handled Bokuto’s sudden change of mood.

Bokuto watched you jog back to your team and couldn’t help but watch the way your hair bounced in your ponytail, how the track pants snugly hugged your legs and how small you were next to his friend, hi honorary bro, Kuroo.

You were so cute and sweet. Seeing you smile as you made small talk with your team, made the edge of his lips twitch into a smile too. It was contagious. It was addictive.

And now, in another training camp with Nekoma and Karasuno, he’s able to be around you again. He should’ve asked for your number a long time ago but he was too shy, he didn’t want to frazzle you or have you indirectly reject him, the latter scared him the most but you were kind by nature, you wouldn’t even hurt a fly, surely you’d let him down easy...no, he told himself. He had a chance. Bokuto wanted to ask you out. This training camp was his only chance. It’s his last year in high school and yours too. It was time to bite the bullet and finally be with you.

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi’s voice pulled him from his trance. “You’ve been staring at Y/N-san the whole day.”

Bokuto’s jaw dropped as if he didn’t know he was doing so. “I-I was?!”

“Bokuto-san, you always get so excited when we have matches with Nekoma, is it because Y/N-san is there?” Konoha teased, the rest of the team grinning at their captain.

Bokuto looked away, lips pursed. “Uh...um...no.”

“I think you should tell her how you feel. You’ve been in love with her ever since you met her,” Akaashi calmly spoke, dabbing the sweat off his forehead with a towel. “She’s good for you, Bokuto-san. ”

The team gawked at Akaashi’s words. But they agreed with him too. They didn’t know there was anyone else other than Akaashi that could handle Bokuto’s mood swings and they knew Bokuto would never dare hurt you in any way. The thought of you together actually warmed their hearts and they low-key wanted this ship to sail.

The sun was starting to set and Bokuto was leaning on the scoreboard, eyes on you as you spoke with the manager of Karasuno. The crows were once again doing some dive penalties while Nekoma and Fukurodani cooled down.

“Bokubro, if you keep staring at my girl like that you might just burn a hole through her.”

Bokuto pouted and sent a soft glare at his black-haired friend and fellow captain. “I wasn’t staring that much...”

Wait did Kuroo just say ‘my girl’?

Kuroo raised a brow, an ever-present smirk on his face as he clapped Bokuto on his back, feeling the hard layer of muscles on his bones.

“Jeez, man, I didn’t see you for three months and you got this jacked,” Kuroo guffawed.

“Well, I’ve been training,” Bokuto grinned, straightening up to full height with hands on his hips, toned deltoids, biceps, and triceps pushing against the fabric of his jersey. “Gonna be playing volleyball professionally after high school.”

“Eh? Really? I shouldn’t have expected less from you. Going for the big leagues.”

“Tetsu...” you approached towel and bottle in hand.

Tetsu? Bokuto blinked. When did you start calling Kuroo that? You gave Kuroo a nickname too? His brows furrowed further, his lips so close to pouting.

“What is it?” Kuroo turned to you, his golden eyes set on you as you spoke, your head tilting up to meet his gaze.

“Will you be practicing blocking with Tsukishima-kun and Bokuto-san later?” You asked, dainty hand reaching up to dab the sweat from his brow. Do you do this with all the other members too?

“Hm, megane-kun, is beginning to not think ‘it’s just a club’ any more?” Bokuto laughed, catching your attention.

“Megane-kun?” You tried out Tsukishima’s nickname softly to yourself, Bokuto’s ear picking up your cute little voice. “You mean Tsukishima?”

“Mhm, chibi-chan.” Kuroo hummed, placing his hand on your head, petting you. “Will you stay back and watch?”

Bokuto watched your exchange with such observation, almost not blinking as he tried to process something. There was something up between you and Kuroo. He could feel it.

“I’m gonna have an early night with the girls,” you swatted his hand away, blushing and glancing around if anyone saw the affection Kuroo was sending your way.

“Ooo, and talk about boys?” He teased, nudging you with his hip.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You rolled your eyes turning around to tend to the others, pausing momentarily to turn to the other tall man beside him.

“You were great today Bokuto-san!” You cheered him on. “It’s not every day I get to see Tetsu’s smirk wiped from his face when you get past his blocks.”

Bokuto’s heart raced and his stomach was filled with butterflies at your praise.

“Oi, chibi-chan, whose side are you on!” Kuroo exclaimed, pouting.

“How is complimenting Bokuto-san’s ability to get past your blocks choosing a side? It’s just an honest observation.” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, a cheeky smile on your face that made Kuroo lick his lips.

“Is that so?”

“Yup!” You chirped. “Anyways, I have to go help the girls make dinner.” You waved at them and also those who bid you ‘See you later’ and ‘Thank yous’ on your way out. Fully proving not only to Bokuto but everyone else, how much of a darling you were.

“Does she ever rest?” Daichi stood next to them, catching his breath after their penalty dives.

“She does. She works like a bee but she knows her limits,” Kuroo answered, slipping off his shirt and changing into a new one. “Took me a while to find the right time to ask her out.”

“You asked her out?” Bokuto’s head whirled in Kuroo’s direction, heart sinking.

Kuroo chuckled, smiling to himself at the memory. “Yeah...we’ve been together for three months, almost four.”

“Kuroo-san, beat me to it,” Yamamoto pouted.

You’re not the only one, Bokuto empathized with him.

Kuroo only grinned.

Soon enough the rest dispersed and Bokuto, Akaashi, Tsukki, and shrimpy stayed back for a three on three match. Bokuto stumbling and missing Akaashi’s perfect tosses. His sudden change in behavior noticed by all of them.

Kuroo was the first to approach him, while Lev joined in and swapped places with him.

“You okay?” Kuroo asked the silver-haired male, who was sulking, eyes cast downwards.

“I didn’t know you were dating Y/N...” he murmured, heart breaking at his missed chance. There was no chance for him to hold your hand, hug you, or even kiss you. He was happy for Kuroo of course but his chest ached, his felt as if he was wearing blocks of concrete as shoes and his mind was as gloomy as the sunset rain outside.

Kuroo was silent for a while, eyeing his close friend up and down. He knew all too well why he was acting like this and it was inevitable.

“You like her don’t you?” It was more of an accusation rather than a question, and Bokuto’s head snapped up,eyes wide. His first instinct was to deny but his words failing him only answered Kuroo’s question.

His face was absent of any hint of a smirk or smile, his eyes were serious and for once Bokuto actually felt a little intimidated by him but it didn’t last long when Kuroo softly chuckled, slowly crescendoing to heartfelt laughter.

“It’s okay, Bokuto. Don’t need to look so glum. I’ve known for quite some time...even talked to her about it,”

Bokuto panicked, so many questions popping in his brain he wasn’t sure which to ask first.

“Talked to her? She knows? What did she say? Does she hate me?” He fired out so quickly, Kuroo’s eyes widened a little.

“Hate you? Dude, she admires you, thinks your amazing, much to my displeasure. In fact, she told me before we got together she was waiting for you to make your move. And well you didn’t, so she assumed you didn’t like her that way.”

Kuroo swore Bokuto’s hair limped down as he slouched beside him.

“She likes you, you know,” Kuroo added, rubbing the back of his neck, just wanting his bro to feel better whose uncharacteristic silence was eating away at him. “Like I said,” he looked ahead of him, watching Hinata receive a ball with his face again. “Y/N and I talked about it...and I pitched in the idea that you could be a part of this too.”

He what? Bokuto’s ears were burning as he blushed at the thought. Was it normal to do that? He wasn’t going to say no. He loved you! Besides with Kuroo on your other side and him on the other, you’d have so much love and affection. You’d be taken care of, by them.

“Are you serious?” Bokuto gulped, feet aching to bounce to his feet to jump in the air happily, his owlish eyes trained on Kuroo as he stood up, hands on his hips and a smirk on his face.

“Don't say I never did anything nice for you.”

The night before the last day of training camp rolled around and Kuroo has been more affection in private than before. You didn’t think much of it but what you noticed was how Bokuto began paying attention to you more often. Hanging about you during breaks, throwing an arm over your shoulder to pull you into a side hug when Kuroo teases you while he laughed and there were moments with Bokuto that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach the same way it did with Kuroo.

In your private room, you laid out your futon, reflecting on the day and a little saddened that the training camp will come to an end tomorrow.

The door opened and closed quickly and quietly, you didn’t think much of it as you knew it was Kuroo.

“I hope you brought snacks,” you turned around, only to take a short sharp intake of air and instantly relaxing when you recognised the figure in the dim lighting. “Oh, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto didn’t know what to do or say, Kuroo told him to go in first and that he’d follow after.

“Do you need anything?” You asked, a gentle smile on your face. “You look a little troubled. Want to talk about it?”

Bokuto’s eyes met yours and in the dimly lit room, they almost seemed like they were glowing. He nodded, hoping you didn’t see how pink his cheeks were.

You patted at the spot on the tatami, scooting over to sit on the futon giving him enough space. He sat in front of you, legs crisscrossed and large hands pressing into the tatami.

“Y/N-san...” he began, raising his head to look at you only to turn his head to the side, cause your cute face wing this close just made his heart want to leap out of his chest.

His fingers were drumming the floor nervously but you stopped it when you took his hand in yours, taking note of how big they were.

“You can tell me anything, Bo,” you reassured him, hoping to rid of whatever it was weighing on his mind.

“Well...it’s not as serious as you think...it’s serious to me! But you see, erm...Hm...it’s that I’ve known you for quite some time now and I just wanted to tell you...”

“Tell me what Bo?” He was trembling with joy at the nickname and the fact your were holding his hands didn’t help either. He wanted to pounce and kiss you so bad, wanted to pin you beneath him and cover you with his large body.

“I like you!” He finally blurted out, leaning forward a little and bumping his forehead against yours and he apologized profusely. “Ah!!! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! This wasn’t going as well as I thought it was. Do you need ice? You need ice, don’t you? I’ll get—

Your sweet laughter halted his rambling and he was scared he had hurt you, it was the last thing he’d ever want to do to you.

“Bokuto-san,” you giggled, baffled and amused at how someone as amazing, confident and large as him could be so adorable and sweet. “I don’t need ice. I’m happy you told me how you felt. You see, I like you too but—“

Bokuto didn’t let you finish your sentence, because hearing the words ‘ I like you too’ was enough for him to take as a reciprocation of his heartfelt feelings. His lips were on yours and the sheer force of him leaning forward to do so had you falling back into your mattress, Bokuto following you, refusing to part from your lips.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he said in between kisses, his legs straddling you beneath him. “I always wanted to kiss you.”

“Bokuto...” you tried to protest but he swallowed your sounds when he began to slip his tongue between your lips, sucking and tasting the entirety of you. He could kiss you forever.

“Oya? I see Bokuto finally confessed to you, chibi-chan.”

“Kuroo!” You gasped, trying to push Bokuto off of you before your boyfriend assumed the worst.

“Don’t panic, Y/N. I told Bokuto about your little crush on him before I asked you out. You won’t mind if he joins us don’t you?” Kuroo leaned against the closed door.

“Tetsu...” you murmured, blushing at the taboo idea of being with both of them. This couldn’t be real right?

“He’s liked you for a long time, kitten. Why don’t you let him finally have you, Hm? Sharing is caring , baby. Go on, Bokuto. Don’t mind me.” He chuckled, taking a seat on a chair in the corner.

“Is this okay with you, Y/N?” Bokuto’s face hovered mere inches away from yours, his hot breath fanning on your lips.

You couldn’t believe Kuroo was okay with this but you weren’t going to lie, Bokuto had a special place in your heart. The ace was someone that effortlessly made your heart melt and swoon for him.

“It’s okay, Bokuto,” you shyly nodded.

With that green light, he began to kiss along your neck this time, his greedy hands traveling under your oversized hoodie and cupping your breasts.

Bokuto was so excited he couldn’t control himself nor take things slow. This was a dream come true. He really couldn’t believe he was here right now, kissing you and feeling your soft skin beneath his palms.

He ducked his head into your hoodie and wasted no time in latching his mouth on one of your breasts, softly rolling his tongue around your nipple.

“Bokuto!” You moaned, back arching into him and heels digging on the bed. Bokuto smirked at your reaction and continued to lap at your breast, his other hand giving attention to the other.

“You feel good baby?” Kuroo asked from the corner, his piercing golden eyes glowing in the dark.

Your eyes met his and you couldn’t even respond as Bokuto was quick, excitement and need melting together that it felt like one second his hand was on your tit and then shoved in your cotton panties.

“Bokuto-san,” you whined, eyes shutting as two large fingers massaged your clit and trailed along your slit, collecting your wetness.

“She’s getting nice and wet isn’t she, Bokuto?” Kuroo felt himself hardening in his sweatpants.

“Mhm,” Bokuto hummed, still flicking your nipple with his tongue. “She’s so perfect.” He pushed your hoodie over your head, tossing it aside to fully expose you to him.

Bokuto’s hips ground onto your thigh, the burly man groaning at the friction his throbbing cock was receiving with your smooth thighs. You felt your stomach flip at the feeling of his cock. It was hot and heavy in his sweatpants. You glanced between you and him, and you felt your lower belly grow hot at the sight of his cock straining against the fabric.

Your hand reached to palm his erection and his hips immediately bucked into your hand. He was so needy for you, it sent a wave of confidence through you.

“Y/N, don’t—,” Bokuto’s voice trembled as you continued to rub the underside of his cock. “I don’t wanna cum like this.” His eyelids were heavy and his pupils were blown with lust. “Want to feel you around my cock.”

“Okay...” you nodded, blushing at his words. A soft growl of a moan came from the corner, and you felt your pussy throb at the sight of your boyfriend with his hand wrapped around his length, stroking up and down in languid motions.

“Let him fuck you, kitten,” he groaned, seeing at how your panties were soaked with your arousal.

“Can I, Y/N? Please?” Bokuto husked against your ear, grinding into your hand in his own pace.

“Use your words, kitten, and don’t forget to say please,” Kuroo warned from his spot and you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding at Bokuto.

“Bokuto-san, please..”

“Please what Y/N?” Kuroo sounded once more, the tone of dominance in his voice making you shiver.

“Please, fuck me.”

In an instant Bokuto rid himself of his shirt showcasing to you his defined Olympic standard body, he has definitely grown the last time you saw him not only in muscle mass but in height too. He was so aesthetically pleasing to the eye and you wanted to feel the ripple of muscles beneath your palms, you couldn’t even tear your gaze away even when he caught you staring at him. In fact, Bokuto prided himself to have you looking at him like he was a marble statue.

He dropped his sweatpants and kicked them to the side, his cock springing free and standing erect. Your eyes widened at the size of him.

“Holy shit, Bokuto. You’re fucking hung, man.” Kuroo gawked, his hand still as he waited for the show to go on.

“Tetsu,” your voice trembled as Bokuto slipped your underwear down your legs hurriedly but with such care. Your arm extended to reach out for him and in an instant, he was by your side.

“You can take him, baby,” he cooed, moving your hair from your face as Bokuto positioned himself between your legs. “Don’t be scared.”

“But it’s too big,” you whined, intertwining your fingers with his, and thighs trembling to close.

“You can take it,” Kuroo kissed your forehead as Bokuto slapped his lightly cock on your cunt making you jolt, your slick, and his pre-cum mixing together. His eyes couldn’t leave to where you both were almost connected, he was entranced by how small you were. Could you really take all of him? He rubbed the underside of his length on your clit the lips of your pussy parting for him.

“Bokuto...” you whimpered, hips wriggling for more friction despite the fear of taking him inside you.

Bokuto gripped your waist, aligning himself at your entrance. Taking a deep breath, he slowly inched himself inside of you, his girth making it a burning stretch and reminding you of your first time with Kuroo.

“Oh my god...” you gasped, feeling every inch of him enter you. He was blessed in both girth and length, and you already felt so full. Kuroo’s hand snaked its way to your cunt to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit in an attempt to make taking Bokuto easier.

“You’re doing so well kitten,” Kuroo praised, groaning as Bokuto’s cock was past halfway in.

“Too big,” you said again, but you felt your walls flutter around him, the familiar heat in your core igniting.

“She’s sucking me in,” Bokuto groaned, doing his best to not hurt you. “She’s so tight. Can I move?” His sweat dripped down his forehead. “Can I move, Y/N? Can I?” His voice trembled, your heart lurching out with how much he struggled to hold back for you. Even like this, Bokuto was so utterly cute...so sweet.

Your fingers slipped from Kuroo’s hand so that you cup Bokuto’s face, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. “You—ah..” you yelped a little when the tip of his cock nudged against your cervix. “Y-you can move, Bo. Please, move.”

Your plea was happily answered by the silver-haired captain. He reared his hips back, cock slipping out of you only to slam back in, a wave of pleasure coursing through you and bouncing off every crevice of your body, and rippling to make you feel more, and the same sensation was repeated with every deep fast thrust. Your arms wrapped around him, nails digging into the flesh of his muscular back, mind completely blank. He was far from slow. It was as if he was in a race, his hips slammed against yours in an alarming pace that had you gasping for air and panting for him to go slow. Even in the bedroom, he exuded the same energy he does when he was at his peak game mode. It was too much.

“You’re going too—ah! fast,” you whimpered, eyes rolling back when he repeatedly hit your sweet spot that Kuroo always easily found.

“I can’t stop myself,” Bokuto growled, his thrusts growing even more powerful and had your body shaking with the intense amount of pleasure he was making you feel. “You feel so good,” he whimpered, face buried in the crook of your neck. “You’re so tight. I’m gonna cum soon. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

Kuroo observed how stretched your little cunny was around Bokuto’s fat cock. He even got a little jealous that he was fucking your pussy right now instead of him, even though he’s fucked you more times than Bokuto ever will. Your stuffed cunt was drooling all over his cock and the obscene squelching noises when he pounded into you and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small private room.

Kuroo laid himself on his back, hooded eyes trained on you being fucked by another man, his hand wrapped around his cock and stroking himself at the same space the Ace pistoned in and out of you.

“Bokuto-san,” you moaned out, back arching into him, your breasts bouncing and nipples brushing against his toned chest. “You feel so good. So good. I’m gonna—gonna...” you babbled, clutching on to him tighter, legs wrapping around his waist only making you feel even fuller than before. “C-can feel you so deep.”

Kuroo groaned from beside you, pumping faster, chasing his own release as he knew you neared yours.

Bokuto was close too. He could feel the familiar pressure building in the base of his spine, racing to snap and reach his high. He was so lost in you. All of you. Your very being was intoxicating and he never wanted to let you go. He wanted to remember you like this. Your cute face contorted in pleasure, lips swollen and plump, moans freely leaving them, and he wanted to remember how you looked at him. Looked at him as if he was the millions of stars scattered in the night sky with utmost adoration. He loved you. He just knew it.

“I love you,” it slipped from his lips so easily and saying it out loud as he connected with you in the most intimate way, felt like the mess of stars that he’s known all this while had aligned. “I love you,” he said again, cradling your body in his arms as he drove his cock deeper, moaning at how your walls squeezed him so tightly, it was almost difficult to pull out. You must love him too right? Your body didn’t even want to let him go.

“I love you, I love you, I love you...”

He chanted over and over, your heart swelling with warmth and filling your once blank mind. You could feel him and only him, and you were moaning and also crying at how good it felt to have him inside of you. It wasn’t just mindless fucking, no, Bokuto meant everything. His heart was on full display with each word and with each movement. It was so overwhelming that when you peaked, your body violently thrashed as your orgasm ripped through your body. The white, hot heat enveloped you and a final strangled sweet moan of his name came from you as you basked in your high, body trembling and writhing as you gushed around him.

He was close, so, so close. He wanted to cum with you. Just as Bokuto was about to, he pulled out, fisting his cock and pumping quickly until he met his release. Thick, hot, white ropes of his semen shooting out of his cock and unto your throbbing pussy, his cum covering and dripping all over you. His breathing was ragged as he admired the sight of your stomach and cunt stained by him. You were panting and trying hard to catch your breath, your eyes were closed shut and you glowed with the so-called ‘after glow’ that he’s heard about. He felt pride and even giddy to have made you glow like so.

“Bo...” you mumbled, eyes fluttering open and setting your gaze on him first. He blinked at you, a slightly worried look on his face as he waited for the follow-up to your sentence. Your arms felt heavy but you reached out to him. Bokuto immediately leaned into your embrace, his lips colliding with yours once again. A part of him hoped that he showed you just how much he could love you and that if he had asked you out sooner, you would’ve been showered with all that love. All his love.

“Chibi-chan,” Kuroo purred against your ear, deep and slow, pulling your attention to him.

You broke away from the kiss to let your head limp in Kuroo’s direction, his nose brushing against your cheek.

“I hope you’re not tired already,” his hands found purchase on your hips, turning you to your side to grind his erection against your ass. “You gotta build some stamina if you’re going to keep the both of us.”

“Both of you?” You mumbled, mind still foggy you didn’t feel Kuroo lifting and folding your leg to your side.

“Yes, kitten. The both of us. Don’t you think you’re lucky? Having two boyfriends from now on?” Kuroo teased, lining his cock at your entrance and easily sliding into your still tight walls.

“Tetsu,” you whimpered, hips grinding back against him for more.

“Isn’t that great Y/N?” Bokuto laid on his side, facing you while Kuroo slowly fucked you from behind. “You’ll have double the love. And there’s this saying...it was even used in a song...”His eyes closed and his brows furrowed as he tried to remember, all you could think of in your blissed out state was how cute he looked right now. His eyes shot open and a wide smile was on his face, he had remembered. He moved closer as you began to moan from Kuroo’s deep thrusts, and muffled your cute noises with a brief kiss before saying the deemed famous saying. His eyes glowed a darker shade yet a vibrant hue of gold.

“Two is better than one.”

#hq.smut #ns.fw #Bokuto smut #Haikyuu smut #Kuroo smut #Bokuto Koutaro smut #Kuroo Tetsuro smut #💍.Bokuto

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bunnyywritings · 3 years

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bubbly s/o opens up about trauma pt. 1

bakugou katsuki & shouto todoroki x gn!reader

word count: 1.8k

requested by anon: Katsu, Sho, Izu, and Eiji headcanons to their bubbly, and sweet crush, and close friend, opening up to them about being abused by their parents growing up? They've gotten therapy and are living with their Grandparents but sometimes they get upset when someone brings up parents or asks about the scars from abuse. They tell them they shared this with them because they refused to lie to them. They hug him close, thanking him for being a good friend. -Morp

[a/n: i hope you don’t mind that I’m doing it in parts anon! i ended up doing scenarios for each one, i'm a bit rusty so i apologize if this isn't very well done. you can read part 2 [ here ] ,thank you for requesting sweet heart! here you go! - yours truly, bunny -`ღ´- ]

TW: mentions of parental abuse & scars, nothing explicit but implied

To an extent, he always knew. Maybe not the specifics, but whenever you were alone and thought no one was paying any attention, you’d let your guard down. The metaphorical sparkle in your eyes would dim, your shoulders would slump as if you were taking a break. Then someone would approach and in the blink of an eye, the sparkle was back and the familiar grin on your lips was present once again. Despite what others may think, Bakugou was a good friend.

He worried about you. A lot.

That may be due to the fact that he has a huge crush on you, but it was unlikely. He values your friendship so much. He’d rather have you as a friend than anything else, really. That was mainly his insecurity talking though. He just thought he wasn’t good enough for you. No one was, really. But that’s besides the point.

He had never explicitly said anything about his feelings for you but he didn’t need to. It was quite clear through his actions. Well...clear to everyone but you, that is. Even Aizawa had caught on. And he couldn’t care less about his students’ love lives. He’s had his fill of teenage angst and drama.

During training, he’d always make sure your water bottle was full or during lunch he’d keep an eye out and make sure you were eating. Sometimes he’d even give you extra pieces of meat from his plate, or if he had veggies he knows you like, he’d wordlessly place them into your rice bowl.

Now this wasn’t one sided at all. You also had your ways of looking out for him.

If you were doing a convenience store run with Sero and you saw the particular snack that Bakugou likes, you’d instantly grab a few. For his birthday, you had gotten him custom earplugs for quirk training. It had been after you and him were paired to spar against each other, he always insisted on not holding back against you out of respect, and you had experienced one of his full blown attacks head-on. Your ears were ringing for about half an hour before you could somewhat hear again, and even then, everything was a bit muffled.

Needless to say, you were worried about his hearing

He scoffed and rolled his eyes when he unwrapped the box. Scolding you for wasting money on something he had no use for.

He always uses them though. Especially when he’s doing stamina training, and it’s explosion after explosion.

Anyways. He notices your strange behavior, one day. You stopped trying to keep up the façade and you were sort of gloomy all day. He was absolutely pissed that no one had noticed the change, and he’d yell at them later for it, but he kept his cool and waited until he could be alone with you.

It had been around 8pm, just an hour before his bedtime, when he made some tea for the both of you and carried it up to your dorm room. He paused in front of your door, looking down at both his hands, a mug in each one, then looking at the door handle. Realizing he won't be able to physically open the door by himself, he awkwardly bumped the door with his elbow.

“Hey idiot, it’s me. Open the door.” He grumbled quietly, frowning when you hadn’t responded. Before he could repeat himself a little more aggressively, the muffled sound of your sniffling made his stomach drop. Panic rising throughout his body as he made up worst case scenarios in his head.

“(Y/n), seriously. Is everything okay?” All attempts to sound calm failed as his voice betrayed him, trembling the slightest bit.

On the other side of the door, you started to panic. Furiously wiping any evidence of tears or snot from your face before you slumped over to the door, turning the lock and tugging it open to reveal a frowning Bakugou. He wasn’t upset, he was worried. It was evident in his red irises.

“Here. Drink it before it gets cold.” He handed you a mug before walking past you and into your room. He admired the decor everytime he was in there, no matter how many times he had seen it already, it never failed to make his heart warm. You had a wall full of pictures of yourself with your friends. There were a few solo photos of your friends as well. Most were candid shots, there were a fair few of him.

It always reminded him that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder. You cherished those candid photos because in your eyes, when your friends were carefree and themselves, no poses, no facade, that’s when they were their most beautiful.

He took a seat on your bed and patted the space beside him. Nudging the door shut, you made your way over and got comfortable.

“What’s up with you today? You seemed...not yourself.”

You didn’t respond, opting to take a sip of your tea. He knew there was something up and he wasn’t gonna push you. So he leaned back and got comfortable, waiting until you were ready. It was a solid three minutes of silence before you took a deep breath.

“I-I don’t want to lie to you, Katsuki. It just wouldn’t be fair so uhh, yeah. Here goes.” He could tell that this was overwhelming for you so, wordlessly, he put down his mug and held his hand out to you and you grasped it, like it was a lifeline.

And you told him.

You told him about the abuse from your own parents. He felt his blood boil as you showed him a few scars inflicted by your parents’ quirks. You explained that it was the anniversary of the day you ran away and went to live with your grandparents, and how you had been seeing a therapist on the regular since then.

It pained him to see you struggle through the tears, hiccuping a few times as you attempted to catch your breath. You didn’t even have to say it but he could see it, it was an all too familiar feeling to him. He tugged you to him, letting go of your hand and pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping you up in a warmth that made the stinging tears return.

“You know, this doesn’t make me think less of you. You’re not weak. Those bastards don’t realize how bad they screwed up. You’re strong, and they’re gonna regret every goddamn choice they’ve made when they see how far you’ll go.”

“Thank you.” You whimpered as you gave in to the new wave of tears, hooking your arms around his shoulders. “Thank you…”

If anyone asks, no...he wasn’t crying. (He was though.)

If anyone was familiar with the signs of abuse, it was him.

It hurt him so much knowing that you had gone through what he did, maybe not to the same extreme but you had experienced it nonetheless.

He admired you though. Despite whatever happened to you, you were always bright. Always in a good mood and always choosing to see the good in people. He knows that he didn’t have the strength to do that. Maybe eventually, but not so soon. He had never wanted to pry. You guys were friends, practically best friends and he trusted that you’d tell him when you were ready.

To his knowledge, no one knew. No one mentioned the way you’d flinch around sudden movements or when someone raised their voice. Honestly, it was a wonder that you had even befriended Iida. He was the epitome of loud and sudden. Always waving his arms around at the randomest times and always shouting to chastise someone for breaking a rule.

He noticed that you tended to cover up your torso often. Never really wearing anything more revealing than a normal t-shirt. Even on the class trip to the beach, you insisted on staying covered up. No one questioned it, chalking it up to insecurity. Even during training when everyone had to wear their gym uniform, while others undid the top part and wrapped it around their waist, being clad in a tank top or sports bra, you had always kept it on. Even when it was extremely hot. More often than not, he found himself resting his palm against your forehead to cool you off.

It hadn’t been very hot, but Aizawa decided to run everyone ragged with combat training, so everyone was partnered up. Todoroki had been partnered with Denki and you had been paired up with Eijirou.

As he sat with his classmates, watching the two of you spar, he was quite impressed. Not that he doubted your skill but both fighting styles were drastically different. Eijirou and his quirk relied on close combat while your quirk worked best with long-range. He could see the frustration on your face when Eijirou kept charging towards you and engaging in hand to hand.

As the fight went on, Kirishima had hardened his forearm and hand, kinda like a makeshift blade and as he took you down, he had accidentally cut the top of your gym uniform. As the dust settled and the both of you got up, the tear in your clothes allowed the whole class to see your back and shoulders, skin littered with scars. All were different in size, color, severity, etc.

Everyone was stunned silent, not having expected anything like this.

“(Y/n)...what happened?” You could feel the breeze on your back and the pity in Kirishima’s eyes made you angry.

Everyone suddenly snapped into realization. Various questions of; ‘who did that to you?’, ‘where did those come from?’ and whatnot were shot at you from different directions. He could see you slowly being overwhelmed by everything. His heart dropped as he made eye contact with you, your eyes tired and filled with tears.

“That’s ENOUGH!” Everyone froze and looked at Todoroki with wide eyes, his voice booming.

Sensing the tension starting to rise, Aizawa sighed.

“Alright everyone settle down. Training is over, get back to class. (Y/n). A word.”

Reluctantly, Todoroki followed the boys into the locker room and changed into his school uniform. When everyone was out and he returned outside to the training grounds, you and Aizawa weren’t there so he had gone back to the locker rooms. He knocked and called out to you.

“Can I come in?” He heard a meek ‘yeah.’ So he carefully made his way inside.

There you were, dressed in your school uniform and sat on a bench with your face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking.

“(Y/n)...” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, he winced when you looked up at him. IIt ached him to see your beautiful eyes tainted by tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Sho…” Your bottom lip quivered.

“Please, don’t apologize.” He opened his arms. You stood up and basically collapsed into them, clutching onto the back of his blazer. “Just always remember that I may understand more than anyone else will. I’ll never judge you, you know that right?”

“I know…It’s just, ugh-” You pulled away and wiped the tears from your face. “I don’t want anyone to change how they look at me because of what my parents did to me and when everyone saw, and they were asking all of their questions, their eyes...they were just full of pity.”

“Then look into mine.”

And when you did, you didn’t see pity.

You saw admiration. You saw belonging. Love. Understanding.

“Nothing will ever change with me, (Y/n).” He pressed his forehead against yours, “I will always be here for you.”

#anon request #bnha #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #mha #shouto todoroki x gn!reader #bakugou katsuki x gn!reader #shouto todoroki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #angst #comfort

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starylust · 3 years

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Softie Iwaizumi ❣

✧ I W A I Z U M I H A J I M E ✧

genre: fluffff

WORD COUNT: 1250

you and iwaizumi have been having such a long morning as it is. time was going slower than usaully and the lectures were not helping at all. all iwaizumi wanted more than anything was to be with you and that’s exactly what happened. but who is to say it was just you two there?

This morning had been going by extremely slow. Your first two classes felt like hours upon hours when in reality it had just been an hour and a half.

Iwaizumi had a long morning as well as his classes felt like forever. The two of you were also tired as Iwaizumi wanted to stay up last night on a call with you.

The both of you were just not having a good morning. The time felt slowed and the air was uncomfortable and humid.

All Iwaizumi wanted to do right now was be with you, whether it be you in his arms or him in your arms. Lunch break was nearing meaning he could get the chance to see you and that's just what he needed.

Pulling out his phone he decided to text you asking you to meet him in Hall A where no one usually was for lunch.

Iwaizumi was still sitting in class blocking out the teachers lecture as he was just staring at the clock watching the hands move.

You on the other hand had just felt your phone vibrate trying to pull it out without the teacher noticing. Looking up to check what she was doing you saw her back facing you and decided that was the right time to check.

You saw the text from Iwaizumi and texted him back yes before quickly putting your phone away.

A few minutes had passed by now and the bell had just rung. Both of you had packed up your stuff heading towards Hall A.

Iwaizumi was in the middle of walking when he got stopped by the volleyball team asking to eat lunch together. He declined telling them he was already busy with lunch plans.

The team nodded and started heading to the lunch room while Iwaizumi kept walking towards Hall A.

Looking you noticed that you had gotten there first and looked for a comfy place in the hall. You decided to go near the end of the hall where a few classrooms were.

Sitting down you looked up once more to see Iwaizumi walking towards you and waved at him. He smiled at you and started heading towards you.

"Hi Haji," you said to him.

He placed his bag down before sitting next to you.

"Hey," he answered back.

You noticed the air around him was a bit gloomy and the tired expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" You asked while turning your head to the left to face him.

He sighed "long morning, how about you?"

"Yeah me too."

You both sat in comfortable for a bit while you both pulled your lunches out and placed them in your laps.

Iwaizumi let out a big sigh indicating that he wanted to just cuddle you right now, even if you are in school.

"Hm what's wrong babe?" You asked curiously, even already knowing the answer.

You saw him form a goofy pout on his face before turning his head to face you. You laughed softly knowing exactly what he wanted.

You wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him and enjoy your lunch together. But you being you, you decided you wanted to hear him say it with his own words.

"C'mon, what is it?" You said.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes knowing exactly what you were doing as well. He was getting a little impatient just wanting to enjoy his lunch and time with you right now.

He let out another big sigh before looking at you giggle once more.

"Come here I want to hold you," he said looking away, feeling a bit embarrassed he said that out loud and in public.

You looked at his cute shy expression moving his arm to go over your shoulder. You scooted in closer as you put your arm behind his back and snuggled into his shoulder.

"This better?" you ask smiling.

You turn your head to look at his smiling down so softly and happily at you. You felt you heart warm up a bit.

Iwaizumi was never the type to show his soft side or his clingy side out in public. You realized he probably had an extra long morning if this is how he was acting.

You both opened your lunches and began eating. Both of you eating mostly in silence talking here in there.

You noticed Iwaizumi eyeing your lunch a bit in the corner of your eye. Wanting to see if he'd comply with you once more you looked up at him.

"Did you want something," you asked.

Iwaizumi looked down at you knowing that you were just teasing him. He just wanted a bit of your lunch knowing you probably made it.

He was enjoyed your cooking and was craving it just a bit. Looking at your lunch was not helping as it looked so appetizing and appealing that he just wanted a taste.

He opened his mouth and said "ahhh."

You looked at him and laughed quietly. Not wanting to give in yet you shot him a confused look.

"What?" you questioned.

Iwaizumi let out a grunt knowing you were just teasing. You were probably going to get your way anyway.

"Can I get a bit," he asked.

"Sure," you answered back.

You lifted your lunch up to him offering him some.

He looked at the lunch in front of his face scoffing and rolling his eyes before looking away. You knew he wanted you to feed it to him, so why are you doing this.

Knowing how vulnerable he was being today you wanted to test how far he would go.

"Feed it to me," he mumbled still looking away.

"What?" You questioned once more.

"I said feed it to me," He said turning around to face you.

He opened his mouth once more saying "ahhh."

You put your lunch back down in your place and grabbed a good sized piece. You were bringing it up to his mouth as you both heard a click.

Accidentally dropping the food into his lap you saw the whole volleyball team with their phones out trying to hide behind the wall.

Both of your eyes widened as you didn't realized when they got there and how long they were there for.

Iwaizumi started feeling embarrassed as he never acted this way unless it was in front of you. You turned to look at Iwaizumi real quick seeing his expression made it seem like he had just seen a ghost.

You saw the expression turn into anger as he slowly moved his arm from your shoulder and placed his lunch on the floor.

"Oi, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?" he yelled.

The whole team looked at each other before laughing a bit.

"Who knew you were such a softie Iwa-chan~" Oikawa stated.

The team looked at Iwaizumi looking for his response but before any of them could register what happened, Oikawa felt a hand slap the back of his head.

"Ow!" He said.

"Let me see the pictures you guy took," Iwaizumi said keeping a straight face.

They all showed the pictures to Iwaizumi. Inside his head he was thinking about how cute the two of you looked in those pictures.

Was he going to let the team know that? No.

"Give me all your phones before I beat your asses one by one."

Everyone quickly placed their phones in Iwaizumi hands as they knew better than to defy him right now.

"I'll give them back later at practice now leave idiots."

He turned around and headed back to where you were sitting laughing at what had just happened.

"Why did you take their phones," you asked.

"I wanted to save the pictures before deleting them," he mumbled.

Looking at the way his face flushed pink you leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Haji, you're too cute for your own good."

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hi guys:) im sorry for the tiny spam i decided im posting my wattpad one shots on here since they get more attention than on wattpad. i hope you enjoy them though cause i love writing them ngl. i have a few angst ones coming up too but after a few more fluffy ones!

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skeezsbbygirl · 4 years

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call me that too + kim seungmin

this one’s for anon who requested a seungmin scenario with a dash of oppa kink. i didn’t go too overboard hehe, just a sprinkle of a suggestive theme at the end (i’ll leave it to your imagination asdjhfrirgjgl cuz i can’t handle them feelssss ugh)

nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy! oh and thank you for the love that you guys are showing for “peaches + bang chan” uwuuuu (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

REQUEST BOX IS STILL OPEN. STREAM GOD’S MENU AND VOTE FOR OUR BOYS.

[5:12 p.m.] A yawn escaped your lips as you managed to go through all your assigned lectures for the day. You logged out from your university's portal and shut your laptop close, not wanting to stare at the bright screen any longer. You sauntered towards the kitchen and opened the drawer that contained all your caffeine-related pick-me-ups. As you were about to grab a mug, your actions were halted by your phone's ringtone, signalling a call as it rang on the coffee table from your apartment's living room. You managed to accept the call before it was dropped.

SeungMong <3

"Hey," you answered, sauntering back to the kitchen as you cradled your phone in between your right ear and shoulder to keep your hands free. "Baby, are you busy?" Seungmin asked. You shook your head but you mentally facepalmed as you remembered that the boy on the other line couldn't see you, "No. I just finished some school stuff. What's up?"

"Can you come over? Chan-hyung wants to take us out for dinner," Seungmin replied and you could faintly hear Jisung and Changbin screaming in the background -- something about Chan covering food expenses for the first time. You lightly chuckled and responded, "Yeah sure, I'll be there in twenty."

An hour passed and you were all gathered at the boys’ go-to restaurant, which was three blocks down from your university's dormitory.

"Am I dreaming?" Jisung teased as he hopped off Chan's car, Changbin and Jeongin not far behind him. “Somebody drive him back home,” Chan groaned to which the younger one giggled, jumping on his back in the process. “Hyung, come on. I was just poking fun at you,” Jisung cooed at the elder, earning him a light flick on the forehead from Chan.

You beamed at the sight of the boys playfully bickering. “Pay attention to me,” Seungmin whined and nudged your shoulder. You broke into a cheesy grin and gave his cheek a peck, “You always have my attention.”

Seungmin extended a hand towards you, to which you gladly complied, squeezing his hand three times as you intertwined your hand with his -- your silent way of saying ‘I love you’.

Soon after, you guys were seated inside the restaurant and you fell into each of your own said conversations.

“How was your day?” Seungmin asked as he adjusted his seat closer to yours. “Better now that I’m with you,” you said in a voice soft with affection. Seungmin chuckled, “Stop it.” You shook your head, leaning closer so that your forehead touched his. “You’re so cute,” you teased, which earned you a pout from the older male. “You do know that I’m a year older than you, right?” Seungmin bragged. You rolled your eyes, “Your point being?”

Seungmin sighed in defeat, opting to plant a kiss on your lips, but you were interrupted by multiple groans and a chorus of complains. “Get a room already!” Felix exclaimed with his hands covering his eyes, a poor attempt to discard the sight of yours and Seungmin’s “sickening” affection, as Minho described it. You stuck a tongue out at Felix, “Stop being so bitter.”

Felix faked sob and Jeongin joined in on his act, embracing the older male and patting his head.

Soon, your playful banter came to an end as your orders arrived. You guys were eating in silence, uttering a compliment here and there towards the dishes that you were served, until Hyunjin called for your attention.

“Oh, (y/n), before I forget,” the older male started, only stopping for a second to sip on his drink. “I found that outline you’ve been looking for,” he continued. “Please tell me you have it,” you pleaded, eager to finish the book review that your professor has quested upon your class a week ago. Hyunjin nodded, “The copy is in the car, I got you.”

You cheered as you reached out your hand to give him a high-five. “You’re the best, oppa.”

With your response, Hyunjin immediately side-eyed Seungmin’s reaction. He might have known something or at least sensed something, specifically when Seungmin blabbered -- well, more like ranted -- about you not calling him the said endearment you just used on Hyunjin a few seconds ago.

Let’s rewind, shall we?

Hyunjin was an hour away from a deadline, and yes, he admits that he may have finished his project sooner, but a certain someone, who goes by the name of Jisung, decided that it would be more fun to play video games over at Felix and Changbin’s dorm. “That stupid project isn’t even due for another day. Chill out, dude,” Jisung claimed with burgeoning excitement. Instead of turning his friend down -- or better, kicking his tempting ass out of the dorm -- he caved in.

Hours later, he was cramming at least two days worth of work into an hour. Then comes your boyfriend, Seungmin. “Hyunjin!” the younger male called out from their dorm’s entrance. “In here!” Hyunjin hollered, his fingers still hot on his laptop’s keyboard, seven more questions and a descriptive about his said stand on the project, and he’ll be done -- both figuratively and literally, his brain’s slowly pan-frying itself to destruction. He mentally cursed Jisung.

“Procrastination at its finest,” Seungmin mocked as he entered Hyunjin’s room. “You can nag me later, bur right now I have to finish this and then kick Jisung’s ass,” Hyunjin said with firm persistence. The younger lad sighed and sat down on a bean bag at the corner of the room. “I don’t have the energy to nag,” Seungmin whispered, but Hyunjin still managed to catch his words. He jokingly rolled his eyes, finding slight amusement towards Seungmin’s puppy expression.

“You and (y/n), had a fight?” Hyunjin asked, his attention still on his laptop but he figured he needed Seungmin for a little background noise to keep him sane, plus the guy’s one of his best friends. “Not really,” Seungmin disagreed. “Then, what got you all gloomy?” Hyunjin insisted, but he was only met with silence.

“Seungmo, come on, spill.”

“She addresses you as an ‘oppa’,” Seungmin blurted out after a few seconds. “Who addresses me as what?” Hyunjin asked, his eyebrows contorted in confusion. “(y/n),” Seungmin answered as he buried his face in his arms. “Seungmo, you do know that she does that to everybody that’s older than her, right?” Hyunjin replied, “It’s called being polite.”

“Well, I call it being unfair.”

Hyunjin chuckled in amusement, “Please elaborate.”

“You and I are the same age, which means that I’m older than her too, but she doesn’t call me that,” Seungmin whined.

And that’s how Seungmin ended up being silent for the rest of the night. You, being unaware of the situation, shrugged it off, thinking that he was just exhausted from his vocal lessons. Until, Hyunjin decided to let you in on the puppy’s cause of gloominess.

“Here, now go ace that literature course,” Hyunjin handed you the outline he promised, giving your head a pat in the process. “Thank you, oppa.”

“One more thing, (y/n),” Hyunjin said as he leaned down and whispered, “Seungmin wants to be called that too.”

“Huh?” you turned to him in confusion, but Hyunjin just stared at you and decided that you would come into revelation in a few seconds. “Oh,” you gasped, eyes lighting up in the process. “That’s why he’s been acting weird,” you added. Hyunjin smiled in approval, “Do something and wipe that pout off his face.”

The car ride back to your dorm was silent. Seungmin kept his eyes on the road, no words were exchanged between the two of you and he clearly showed no effort of doing so any time soon. You’re slowly running out of time as your building came into view a few minutes later. Seungmin slowly stopped the car and got out, he jogged towards your side and opened the door for you.

Go time.

“I’ll text you when I get home,” Seungmin said. His expression was sad but he still managed to give you a kiss on the forehead. He was about to pull away but you prevented him from doing so by holding his face in your hands. You stared at him lovingly, thanking the universe for bringing this man into your life.

“I love you, oppa,” you whispered, but loud enough for him to hear you.

A soft gasp escaped from his lips as his eyes widened, “What did you just call me?”

“Oppa, why?” you giggled and gave his nose a kiss. “Don’t get me wrong, I feel like I’m on top of the world right now, but you never call me that,” Seungmin wondered, his arms now wrapped around your waist, allowing him to pull you closer. “Let’s just say, a little bird told me,” you teased.

“Hwang Hyunjin!”

You laughed, “Don’t get mad at him.”

“Listen,” you called back for his attention, “I don’t call you oppa because I use that on everybody who’s older than me, well close friends of course, but you know what I mean.”

“And you, Kim Seungmin, are not just anybody. You’re my person, my everything, my whole world. You’re special to me and you matter the most,” you explained, pouring your feelings out for the said man. You were about to say more in order to get rid of Seungmin’s doubt, but he cut you off with a kiss.

You guys were practically making out in your dormitory’s parking lot, but it’s the least of your worries right now.

You pulled away first as you tried to catch your breath. “I love you so much, (y/n),” Seungmin confessed, his expression now darker as you witnessed his eyes fill with desire. “And I’ll prove that to you.”

“What do you mean, oppa?”

Seungmin leaned down, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Don’t test me, baby.”

You whimpered in response, “Do whatever you want. I’m all yours, oppa.”

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sunlightwoo · 4 years

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downpour

ღ pairing: husband to be!joshua x reader

ღ genre: a hint of angst, but its pretty fluffy i swear if you squint hard enough. some funny stuff just to lighten up the atmosphere but yeah ehehe

ღ wc: 1009

ღ plot: it is the day of your wedding and you haven’t received word of your husband to be from anyone, not even his best man or brothers that so happened to make up your entire bridesmaid and groomsmen lines. so where the hell is he?

ღ a/n: to dear precious bean dani, i freaking love you and thank you for being one of my favorite mutuals on here hehe i love all of our convos, and just letting you know, i will not hesitate to make a 50 slide presentation about how precious you are <3 @luvshuas (here is the song btw ehehe)

“Y/N, sweetheart, you need to stop pacing around-”

“Don’t tell me to stop pacing around when you’re not the bride today, Mingyu.” You snapped at the latter that was sitting on the farther side of the room, glaring at the latter who held his hands up in surrender at how upset you seemed at the time being.

But who could blame you for being upset and nervous? It was the day of your wedding, and it was making you anxious because you haven’t heard a single thing from the person that you were supposed to be wed to.

The last time you talked to Joshua was last night when you finally ended your bachelorette party and spent your night cuddling with him in your bedroom, watching a drama before falling asleep. You woke up with no sign of him leaving as the bed was empty, and instead you were greeted with the sight of Mingyu, your best friend and quote ‘bro of honor’, ready to help you get ready for the day that you have been waiting for since he proposed to you last year.

You remembered the times that lead up to the very moment, from when you first met Joshua at the boba place after you spilled your boba onto him 7 years ago, to him finally asking you out two years after the incident.

The two of you were known to be inseparable, despite the fact that you sometimes butted heads jokingly because of jokes that you both dramatically spout to one another. However, this time as you were still pacing around the room, feeling as though the walls were closing in on you, you thought about what could possibly happen in the next few moments because you haven’t heard from him.

Mingyu had no updates on him, from what he has said earlier, as he was with your grandmother to help you get to your hair and makeup stylist on time. There was nothing that he apparently heard from the other members as you were rambling on about what could go wrong with your other friends and family members that could potentially happen at the wedding ceremony or the reception.

But now you were starting to think about the possibility of him running away from the wedding. From the future that you were both ready to seal at the wedding.

“What if Josh ran away? Is that why nobody has said anything to me about him?” You mumbled softly and looked at Mingyu who was still glancing at you from where he sat as he shrugs in response before sighing quietly.

“I don’t think he would run away at this point, if he was the one that proposed to you, Y/N.” He replies until you spoke up from where you were, finally stopping in the middle of the room as tears were starting to prick at the corner of your eyes.

“But what if he realized that he doesn’t love me anymore, and that this wedding shouldn’t have happened?”

A knock on the door breaks you out of your trance as you move away from it, just as Mingyu gets up from where he was sitting to go open it. He gives you a soft look as he opens it to reveal the one person that you were looking for, but blindfolded as it must’ve been one of the others’ idea to hide his eyes from seeing what you looked like in your wedding dress to avoid bad luck. Mingyu helps Joshua into the room with a small smile and leaves while closing the door behind just as you choked back a sob that was ready to escape your lips when you looked at him.

He looked like the same person that you fell in love with, the same dork that would not only joke about Mario Kart, but also hold you when the rain starts to pour and bring in the negative thoughts that you were brought upon when seeing the gloomy skies; the same person to somehow make everything feel as though the weight on your shoulders was shared with him because that was how much you meant to him.

And he made sure that he would show it to you everyday for the rest of his life, from the moment that he asked you out.

“I’m sorry, if I made you panic today, sweetheart-”

“Why didn’t you just call me, rather than walking in here with a blindfold?” You whispered almost inaudibly, scared that if you spoke up even louder that you would start crying before you could even do so with the vows you wrote for him.

“Because I spent the day thinking about us,” He whispers softly and meets you halfway while you walk over towards him, a small smile on your face just as he softly pulls you closer to him by your waist.

“And I also know about the little secret that you have been hiding for weeks now, Y/N.” He says and his hand gently moves over to where your stomach was, feeling the small bump that was starting to grow and develop.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, Josh,” You whispered softly and looked at him, just as he reached up to pull the blindfold off of his eyes, and from there you were still able to see how glossy his eyes looked even with the entire galaxy enlaced in them.

“I didn’t know when it would’ve been a good time, or whether or not we would be ready-”

“We are going to be amazing parents for the little baby,” He says smiling just as he places a soft kiss against your lips, pulling you even closer so that you were now in your embrace, your chest feeling lighter as you felt as though you could finally breathe knowing that everything was going to be okay in the moments that were yet to come.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you and our new family, Y/N.”

#A Song For You #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen oneshots #joshua hong #joshua imagines #joshua scenarios #joshua fluff #joshua angst #seventeen

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httpsohnpouts · 4 years

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ღ pairing: chanhee x painter!reader

ღ genre: fluff

ღ requested by: @2sangyeon

ღ wc: 1.2k

ღ a/n: i hope you like it, love! i’m sorry i took so long :33

➸ piece by piece, step by step.

if you thought being an art major was tough, imagine trying to find someone to model for you so you can actually pass the college year, considering your overall grade revolved around said piece. most people had more testosterone and oestrogen running through their bodies to even consider doing the following, thinking of it as a project in which you would draw them naked. that wasn’t the case - but they were too caught up in their hormones to think of it as anything less.

so you could say it came as a surprise that the guy, whom had his reputation of being a shy guy who only stuck to his small number of friends - the place he felt most comfortable - standing before you and your desk, stood chanhee. you were sat waiting for your lecturer to prance through the door with her gloomy aura and resting face something similar to someone who woke up on the wrong side of the bed, creating casual doodles on the wood when he approached you, whilst you were shocked, you didn’t show it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable as he knew of the rumours surrounding him and his personality.

he walked away as quickly as he arrived, not sparing you a glance, “i’ll be your model.”

and that’s how you ended up, seated within the comfort of his home, art supplies scattered across the small coffee table situated beside a cup of orange juice. you figured since he’s doing you a favour the least you could do was make him feel comfortable by doing the piece at his place rather than yours. he was already doing more than you expected, you didn’t want him to be even more out of his comfort zone.

absentmindedly rubbing your sweaty palms along your clothed thighs, you cleared your throat as you took your sketch pad and other drawing utensils you may need, into your hands and the area of sofa beside you. you wanted to start off with a sketch, figuring you’d add colour at another date.

chanhee was seated opposite you on a cushioned seat, chewing on the flesh of his bottom lip and tugging at the threads on his ripped jeans. with a sigh, he tilted his head and locked his eyes onto yours before sending you a small smile, his eyes crinkling a little, “are you starting now?”.

you hummed a small reply, your head bobbing up and down to form a nod, reciprocating his smile before ensuring he was comfortable; to which he nodded, quickly taking a sip of his water before fidgeting to move into a more relaxed position.

maybe it was because you weren’t used to sketching people up close and personal like this, or maybe it was because of the male opposite you looking absolutely stunning in just his grey sweats and white t-shirt; you were still unclear on which factor was more distracting.

after creating a mess of your drawing hand - maybe resting your hand against the pencil wasn’t the best of ideas - it was time to call it a day. the sun had set by the time you’d finished the basics of your drawing, red and pink hues filled the sky in a beautiful sunset. chanhee must’ve been tired too, you thought, after sitting and staring mindlessly for far too long. you were thankful, though, considering you’d never gotten as far as a simple conversation with one another and yet here he was, doing you a favour.

in your little bubble however, when you were too caught up in making the portrait as accurate as you could, chanhee had been tracing your features. the way your brows creased in the middle when something wasn’t going as you wanted it too, along with the way your lips would jut out a little in a pout before swiping your tongue over them as a way of compensating them for whatever reason. you had a calming aura around you, an aura of which reminds him of himself. now, now, he wasn’t one to toot his own horn or make himself out to be someone narcissistic - considering you can’t really compliment yourself or rather, be confident, without others claiming it as such - but he tented and preferred to be quiet, not that he didn’t mind the attention, but rather, he just didn’t have a whole lot to say. whilst his friends teased him, they did it out of love, a way of saying they’re grateful without having to say the words aloud.

you were like that too, he noticed. when in situations where you would stand in front of the class and show off your project you made with your friends for a presentation, he found himself only looking at you, you didn’t speak much but what you said (and wrote) had more of an impact than the other waffle your friends said. you were more of the shy person out of your friend group, the one who silently took care of the others, often going unnoticed but never unvalued but that’s one more thing that made chanhee attracted to you. to let you in on a secret: most of the boys’ teasing was caused by his crush on you but you didn’t hear that from me.

the sounds of your hands clapping against each other caused him to stop his daydreaming and focus on you, you were smiling at him, he could see the dropping of your eyes and the way your eyes would drift a little due to the hours of strain you put on your eyes, a yawn taking up your features before you used your sleeve to hide the fact that you didn’t want to come across as rude.

he smiled back at you before suggesting he walked you home, considering it was getting relatively dark afterall. it was a nice wake up for you too. it was peaceful and comfortable, the coldness in the air nipping at your exposed skin but it was nice. on the occasion, you and chanhee would accidentally bump into each other and end up knocking your arms together, to which you both let out a laugh. the conversations you shared were surprising considering you never spoke a word to one another before the boy volunteered to model for you. you got to see the side of him that others just couldn’t - or simply was too stubborn to see him as anything less than cold-faced - but it just felt comfortable.

you thanked him for walking you home, letting your emotions run over you when wrapping him in a small hug and getting embarrassed when reality hit at what you just did. but chanhee brushed it off, using it as a confidence boost before he asked you out on a date.

it wasn’t the first time he left you surprised but it wasn’t the first time you had taken him up on an offer. let’s just say, your next meet up for your portrait piece was definitely more eventful and exciting.

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baekhypnotized · 4 years

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i don’t love you

ღ Genre: angst, romance, fluff, songinspired!au

ღ Pairing: Baekhyun x You/Reader

ღ Summary:

"Promise me please, Baekhyun.” She looked into his eyes full of affection. Snuggling closer into his embrace, she comfortably placed her head on his chest. Hearing his heart beating fast whenever she’s being with him.

Baekhyun positioned his chin on her head, caressing her hair softly non-stop. “Promise you what, baby?” He asked curiously.

"That you will love me endlessly. That we will be together till forever.” She said, sounding like she’s begging Baekhyun to do so. He lingered his hands around her waist, embracing her tightly. Baekhyun dipped down to give a soft, long kiss on her crown. They stayed in this position for a few moments, allowing the time passes by. But no matter what, they’re in this together, committing to love each other without any regrets.

"I promise.”

ღ Warning(s): character death

ღ A/N: Hello! I finally come back with a one-shot story but it's an angsty fic. It's a song inspired fic from I don't love you by Urban Zakapa so I started to write this. I hope you guys would enjoy this story and I couldn't wait for your thoughts for this angsty fic! I recommend you guys hearing and understanding the song first! Lastly, enjoy and I love you!

ღ Word count: 5250

Baekhyun has been alone on his own. He has been staying in his apartment without meeting anyone. Not even his girlfriend. Since it’s raining season, he doesn’t have the mood to go out and take in the fresh air. Despite that, his mind is busy thinking about his relationship with his girlfriend. And should he declares as a future fiance.

They have been together for 5 years, knew each other too well that they can extend their relationship to another level. Marriage. Throughout their relationship, they never discuss further about it as Baekhyun thinks that both of them are just not fully prepare. Their family members and friends couldn’t stop asking them when would be their time to exchange vows. But, when they asked her about it in front of him, she simply answers it.

"Both of us are just not ready for it,” She answered peacefully with a soft smile. “Besides, marriage is a big thing for us as we’re not prepared to commit it yet.”

Even though she answered it peacefully, Baekhyun knew that deep inside, she was waiting for Baekhyun to propose to her. But, Baekhyun? He was too scared to do so. Because he was scared that he might be regretting it.

Baekhyun takes this opportunity to think back, flashback all of his beautiful moments with her. The gloomy sound of the rain portrays exactly like Baekhyun right now. His feelings right now are uncertain. Specifically, the feelings towards her. He doesn’t know why and how on Earth that this would be happening.

He couldn’t find the answers.

The small red velvet box in his hand got his full attention for hours. Baekhyun was fidgeting with it while thinking. Then slowly, he opens the box, revealing a beautiful silver bank with a white diamond on top of it. It’s the ring that Baekhyun bought months ago for her. But, Baekhyun has been keeping it secretly after he realised that his feelings are acting differently when she’s around him.

Baekhyun doesn’t feel the jittery feelings whenever he’s seeing her. Baekhyun doesn’t feel alive whenever she’s displaying her fondest smile to him. Baekhyun doesn’t feel his heart beating nervously whenever she confesses ‘I love you'.

Then he finally realises that he doesn’t love her anymore. Baekhyun doesn’t love her like he used to be.

But, he isn’t brave enough to say it to her. Even telling her the reasons why or even apologising. Because Baekhyun thinks that it was not his fault for falling out of love. There could be a valid reason why he doesn’t feel the same way to her. Sadly, Baekhyun couldn’t find the reason.

Even when Baekhyun scrutinizes the silver rings with his fingers, he tries really hard to imagine her face being so excited when he’s proposing. But, those images don’t appear in his head. Baekhyun tries really hard to think about her, about their moments together but none of them works. His feelings will stay the same. Nothing will save their love this time.

It wasn’t his fault after all. To fall out of love.

Baekhyun brings her out for dinner. She looks like a goddess tonight and he doesn’t lie about it. They go to a fancy restaurant because Baekhyun thought that proposing her tonight will be a very good idea despite his feelings don’t favour to love her anymore. But, he’s doing it for the sake of their parents. Baekhyun doesn’t want to disappoint them.

Throughout the dinner, she’s the one who keeps bringing up a conversation. Baekhyun just hearing and answering it. Whenever she plasters her sweet smile, his heart doesn’t skip a beat or even shaking for being too nervous. His feelings are too blank right now. And like he said, he doesn’t find the answers yet for unloving her.

I don’t love you. He whispers in his heart.

Her beautiful face could really melt hundreds of men but this time, she fails to melt Baekhyun himself. Now, he’s confused about whether he should propose to her or not because he doesn’t feel right.

As Baekhyun turns around, a couple caught his attention. The two of them seems like quarrelling for something. He then thought about his relationship with her. Would this be happening to both of them if Baekhyun finally telling the truth?

"Baekhyun? What is it?” She calls for him. Baekhyun quickly tilts his head to face her. She’s peeking to where Baekhyun was looking at but he stops her to do so.

"It’s nothing, babe.” He directly answers it, showing her a thin smile. Baekhyun continues to cut his steak as he offers to feed her. She’s literally fluttering before taking a bite. Her giggles would probably shake his heart but it doesn’t happen at all. All Baekhyun does just smiling at her.

The small red velvet box that keeps the ring nicely is in his pocket but he’s not ready for it. So, Baekhyun excuses himself to the men’s toilet, calming himself down before finally doing it. He washes his face with cold water, looking at the mirror.

You can do this, Baekhyun. Even if your love towards her has gone, just do it.

He leaves the toilet and watching her from afar. His girlfriend is adding her lipstick on her pretty lips. She tries her best to look good in front of Baekhyun. Baekhyun appreciates it, even for a bit. He walks to the table back after paying for the dinner as he invites her to have a night walk together.

As they start walking down the sidewalk, she slowly wraps her fingers around his, holding it tightly. Baekhyun was pretty shocked but he needs to keep on acting. He needs to show that he loves her even though he doesn’t anymore.

"Do you remember how we always have our night walk together, Baekhyun?” She asks him, eyes sparkling. He replies with a single nod. There are a few couples walking together tonight and they all seem to be happy while living together. Now, Baekhyun is doubting where is the feeling that he should be felt right now. Because he doesn’t feel the guilt to even hurt her. Anyone can call him a mean person but it’s his honest feelings towards her.

Nothing can force someone to be in love because of love borns when it wanted to. True love exists when both sides are falling in love without having the fear to lose each other and most important is trusting each other.

Yes, they fall in love for years. But, Baekhyun cannot express himself to love her. His love towards her has vanished without any reasons. Baekhyun doesn’t have the answers for that, even for himself.

Baekhyun stops her from walking, making her face him. He takes out the small box that he hides, sliding the silver ring on her finger. She’s beyond speechless but quickly embraces him for a hug. She keeps on thanking Baekhyun for proposing her but on the other hand, Baekhyun just simply displaying a smile. It can be called as a fake one to him.

She whispers into his ear as she confesses, “I love you, Baekhyun.” Baekhyun keeps himself shut because he doesn’t want to spoil the mood for tonight.

Well, at least he managed to make her smile, right?

I don’t love you.

As when both sides are happy preparing for the wedding, especially his fiancée, Baekhyun couldn’t feel anything. He doesn’t find the hype for it. The marriage would be nothing to him and he finally found the burdensome for it. Why would he get married without loving her? The question keeps on lingering in his mind, as the act is still on-going.

She’s being extra happy right after the proposal for sure. She meets Baekhyun more frequent because she thinks that preparing to be his wife would be a tough challenge. But, she’s ready for it. Despite that, Baekhyun gets annoyed easily whenever she always be around him. He couldn’t do his job in peace or meeting new people. It’s like his whole life is controlled by her.

I don’t love you. I don’t love you.

That words keep whispering in his ears as he wants to confess her about it. After Baekhyun thinks about it carefully, he’s finally doing it.

"I’m breaking up with you.”

I don’t love you. You probably already know.

"Baekhyun, please give me a chance for me to love you. Please, just pretend that you love me for this moment. I’m begging you.” She begs as her tears continue to stream down to her cheeks. Baekhyun’s heart doesn’t ache or hurt when she’s crying.

Even if you cry, my heart doesn’t hurt.

So he did. They fly to Tokyo together and try to spend their time together. Their title as fiancees still remains because he promised to her that they won’t talk about the separation. All she wants is Baekhyun to love her. Even though he needs to act it out. She wants his full attention on her because he knows that one day, she’s definitely missing it. Especially him.

They book a suite room for the two of them as the interior design is fascinating. Baekhyun starts to roam and discover the room but when he tries to find her, she was standing by the balcony while admiring the city of Tokyo. As Baekhyun comes closer to her, he could hear faint sobs coming from her. Despite that Baekhyun doesn’t hurt a bit when seeing her crying, the least he can do is to cheer her up.

Baekhyun circles his hands around her small frame, back hugging her from behind and placing his chin comfortably on her shoulder. She gasps softly before placing her hands onto his and caresses it. Both of them stay in this position, swaying in the cold breezy air. Unconsciously, Baekhyun pecks her cheek that makes her surprised.

"Hey, let’s go out for a date. How’s that sound?” Baekhyun asks her opinion. She tilts her head a bit to look at him, nodding her head. She almost tearing up because he sounds like the Baekhyun that she fell in love 5 years ago.

They’re visiting Ueno Park where there are a lot of people having fun together despite their ages. Baekhyun discovers that they can rent a pedal boat at the Shinobazu Pond so he invites her to rent it. She refuses it at first because she thinks that it was just a waste of money but he insists while plastering his pouty face at her. In the end, she lost over that face.

Baekhyun successfully rents the pedal boat and hands her the life jacket that they need to wear, in case if they’re falling into the pond. At first, she’s struggling to wear it as Baekhyun is busy staring at her funny moment, chuckling huskily.

"Let me help you, love.” Baekhyun steps closer to her and helps her to wear the life jacket. She was stupefied, unable to move even for an inch. She was beyond speechless when he called her that name, love.

"Done!” He yelps, ruffling her hair messily. She groans softly and tries to run away from him because she hates it when Baekhyun ruining her hair. Baekhyun just smiles playfully before giving her a hand to help her enter the boat first. The pedal boat was shaking that makes her scared that she would fall into the water. But Baekhyun promises her that he will never let that thing happen to her. When she safely have a seat in the pedal boat, Baekhyun follows to sit right beside her and they start to pedal around the boat.

It was an awkward moment for the two of them at first. Baekhyun takes out his phone and starts to record a video of her. “Babe, look at me,” She looks at him but quickly covers her face. Baekhyun uses his free hand to push her hands away She finally surrenders.

"So, how’s your first day in Tokyo?” Baekhyun initiates the talk. She giggles silently and starts looking at the camera.

"Well, it’s pretty fun at first but my boyfriend is no fun.” She answers it.

He chuckles, “It’s fiancee, okay and also, I’m a funny guy!” Baekhyun denies her as she breaks into laughter. Baekhyun finally recording her sweet smile in his phone. The sorrowful woman that he saw it when he’s breaking her heart is now smiling widely and looking so beautiful.

Baekhyun was in awe for a few seconds. “Why are you looking at me, Baekhyun?” She nervously asks.

His cheeks start to flush hard and he quickly requests for a few selfies. Then, they did. Baekhyun never sees she’s smiling this excited and he thinks that she’s grateful to spend time with him now. He comes out with an idea. Baekhyun dips his hand into the water and waits for the perfect time to do it. “Babe.”

She turns around to face him and then suddenly, Baekhyun sprinkles the water on her. Her face wrinkles in shock, feeling uncomfortable with the droplets on her face. She’s fuming in anger as she glares straight into his eyes. She then tries her best to tickle him and Baekhyun’s trying to avoid it. The boat was shaking when she’s violently moving that almost result for her to fall into the water. But Baekhyun reacts fast and catches her into his arms.

As the sun starts to set with the sky darkens into a purplish pink peaceful colour, Baekhyun is staring diligently into her eyes. He doesn’t know why but his heart finally beating fast when he admires her. Baekhyun leans closer to her face while she’s already having her eyes shut. He finally lands his lips onto hers, indulging into a long and affection kiss. She’s literally tearing silently throughout the kiss because she’s missing him so much. But, when she thinks this is wrong for the two of them, she pulls away.

"Let’s get back to the hotel, Baekhyun… It’s getting late.”

They head back to the hotel and preparing for a dinner date together. Baekhyun sets up a candlelight dinner with the help of the hotel’s staffs. Baekhyun prepares himself first into a black tuxedo and waiting for her to finish.

"Baekhyun…” She calls him. Baekhyun turns around, dumbfounded seeing a goddess in front of his eyes. She looks stunning in that ocean blue silk dress with her hair flowing on her shoulders. She applied a natural makeup look because she always feels insecure with her bare naked face.

Baekhyun invites her with a smile stretches across his face. They then walk to the restaurant as the waiter shows them to their private table. Their table was placed outdoor and they at least get the chance to admire the beautiful night sky with the twinkling stars decorating it. He helps her to sit first before he sits opposite her. The waiter serves their main course, leaving the two of them alone.

When he’s about to dig in, he realises that she’s staring silently on the food. “Hey… you’re okay?” Baekhyun asks with concerned. She simply nods before she starts to eat. Baekhyun was busy stealing glances at her throughout the dinner. He doesn’t know why but right now, he thinks that he’s falling in love with her again. But, he doesn’t want to confirm it yet because he will regret it later. They stay in silence while trying to finish their foods. They didn’t know what happened but it might be their last moment together.

Baekhyun suddenly stands up and moves closer to her. “May I have this dance with you?” He invites as she obeys. Music starts to play; Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Baekhyun places his hands softly on her waist while her hands are circling around his neck. They sway to the song, having their foreheads together. Her breathing becomes heavy because she couldn’t stop thinking that she will be separating with Baekhyun.

Her eyes start to swell with tears and she’s practically holding herself from sobbing hard. When Baekhyun finds out that she’s crying, he stops the swaying and lifts her chin up. Baekhyun caresses her cheeks with his knuckles as she slowly averts her gazes into his orbs.

"Don’t cry…” He begs but she begins to cry hard. Baekhyun pulls her into a warm embrace, pecking on her crown.

How I wish the time will stop for us. She hopes.

But even when she wishes for it, none of them would be happening. Because they were never meant to be together.

They get back to their room safely and change their clothes into comfortable pyjamas. Both of them shared the same bed for the last time as she gets closer to Baekhyun for a cuddle. He pats and lulls her to sleep as his lips comfortably on her crown. Before she gets to close her eyes to sleep, she once again stares at Baekhyun.

"I love you, Baekhyun and thank you for this moment. Thank you for loving me even for a short time.” She says. Baekhyun locks their lips together and at the same time, his heart aches so much. Maybe, he finally realises that losing her will be a great loss.

Baekhyun’s finally finds out that he still, madly in love with her. It was just himself for being blind after all this time. And Baekhyun hopes that this time, he has the chance to claim her back. He couldn’t wait any longer to confess this love to her.

Baekhyun only needs more time with her. He promises he will fix everything back in their own place.

"I love you too..." He whispers softly.

"Baekhyun…”

He is searching for her sweet voice all over the place. The place is beautiful and serene as Baekhyun’s figuring out the exact location he is right now. Her voice keeps calling for his name. He keeps on chasing the voice, finally found her as she’s plastering the softest smile that he never saw before.

Baekhyun swears, she looks exactly like an angel right now.

"Baekhyun,” She calls again, inviting his hands to hold onto hers. Baekhyun slowly brings his hands, lingering his fingers around hers. Truthfully, Baekhyun misses this moment the most. To be able to make her smile without shedding any tears. To make her fall in love with him over and over without any regrets.

Her eyes start to swell with tears but she tries her best to hold onto it. “You know, none of this is your fault. Right, Baekhyun?” She questions him as Baekhyun is clueless. What fault? What has he done?

"What fault?” He tries to ask but she resists to answer it, shaking her head. She slowly moves her hand to caress his hair gently, travelling down to cup his cheek. She was busy staring at his face from his sparkling eyes, down to his cute button nose and to his pinky lips. Gosh… she misses all of them. Her thumb is moving in circles on his plump cheek.

Baekhyun is still clueless. Suddenly, his heart feels the ache when she tears a bit. He doesn’t know what to do but the only thing that he can do is pull her into his embrace. Baekhyun pulls her into a hug as she finally wailing all over his chest. Baekhyun softly caresses her hair with his chin places on her crown. They’re in this position for a few moments longer, trying to create more memories for the two of them.

When she starts to soothe a bit, she breaks away from the hug and wipes her tears. She gives him a wide smile before patting his head playfully. “Baekhyun, I love you.” She confesses.

Finally, this time his heart stops beating for a while when she says it.

She takes his hands back, patting it gently while looking at it. “Baekhyun… after all these years, you were never my biggest mistake. You taught me what love is and also, you taught me how to be in love. You… make me fall in love with you crazily over and over. I wouldn’t forget every sweet moment that we have together. Baekhyun, I know… that you don’t love me anymore like you did before but thank you… thank you for giving me one last chance to be your love even for a short moment. I will never forget about it.”

Tears start to fall endlessly from her eyes, her voice begins to stuck whenever she tries to continue. “Byun Baekhyun, I’m sorry that I fail to make you happy. I’m sorry that I never fight for us. But, I do hope that one fine day, you can find someone that can love every inch of you. Someone that can make you the happiest man on Earth. I miss your smile… And I couldn’t wait for it to appear when you found the lucky girl. Our love doesn’t stay forever but I hope yours would stay as you dreamt of.”

She caresses his hair slowly, taking a few deep breaths. “Thank you for the memories, Baekhyun. Thank you for loving me for years. Thank you for being you. I wish that you can find your happiness without me.”

She leans closer for a kiss on his lips. The kiss lasts longer for a few minutes but it feels like time has stopped for them. Baekhyun’s heart feels like breaking apart, feeling all sorrow because it feels like it’s their last time to be together. When she breaks the kiss, a serene smile appears on her angelic face. She pulls the ring, the one that Baekhyun proposed the other day as she returns it back into his palm.

"I love you, Baekhyun and I’ll miss you.” She places a soft peck on his forehead and suddenly the whole world shuts.

Everything becomes blank for Baekhyun.

He calls her name softly as he wakes up. Baekhyun blinks his eyes for a few times, allowing his pupils to adjust the light in the room. The first thing he’s seeing is the white ceiling. He can hear the continuous beeping sound of the heart rate monitor machine. As he tries to tilt his head to look around, he was restricted with the neck cast. But, he could see his mother tearing while holding onto his hand, giving an endless peck on the back of his hand. The doctor comes to check his current condition and he declares that Baekhyun finally stables.

Baekhyun doesn’t know what happened that he ended up in the hospital because the last thing he remembers that he was meeting his fiancée. He now knows that he got into a terrible accident and had been in a coma for a week. His mother tells him that they almost lost him but now they’re grateful for Baekhyun to be alive and still breathing. He gathers all his strength and tries to ask his mother.

"Mom…” Baekhyun calls her, using his low voice. His mother still able to hear him, coming closer to him and waits for Baekhyun to say it.

"Where is she?... She didn’t come and visit me?...” He asks. Her eyes are quivering in sadness, speechless would be the exact word to describe her. But, she tries her best to give Baekhyun a hopeful smile because she doesn’t want to worsen his conditions.

"She will come later, okay?” His mother simply answers. She then gives an adoring peck on his forehead, letting her tears fall onto it. Baekhyun just nods his head like a child. As he hopes that she will be coming soon, Baekhyun wishes that she can give him another chance to fight for their love. Because his dream triggers him that it will be a big regret to lose someone that he loved the most. As Baekhyun realises something is in his hand, he opens it as the silver ring appears.

And Baekhyun doesn’t want to let her go for this time. He promises to cherish her till death do apart.

Baekhyun waits for her patiently for months.. None of his texts or calls was answered. He keeps on wondering where is she because he couldn’t wait to meet her, embracing her. Damn… Baekhyun missed her so much. Too much but he’s able to look through their pictures only to treat the longing for her. His mother doesn’t allow him to go out in the first place. Baekhyun needs fully recovers from his accident and she takes care of him. But after recovering for months, Baekhyun decided to look for her.

He drives his car to her house since it’s not that far from his parents’ house. While on his way, he finally feels extremely nervous. He never feels this nervous to meet her because Baekhyun knows that he would never miss this chance to claim her back. He couldn’t wait to meet her, hugs her and apologising for everything.

Baekhyun realises that after all this time, it was his fault. And now he’s going to redeem himself. He could do anything to get her back. Even if it takes thousands of years more.

When he arrives at her house, her mother welcomes him wholeheartedly. He hasn’t seen both of her parents for quite long but he’s happy that they still accept him. She invites him to come into the house and have a seat on the couch. Auntie goes to the kitchen to prepare him a hot tea as uncle walks downstairs. Baekhyun stands on his feet and hugs the older man. They are his family too. Uncle hugs him tightly as he pats Baekhyun’s back gently before breaking the hug. Both of them take their seats as Baekhyun is being a nervous guy, waiting for his fiancee to come and meet him.

It’s just like their old times. Baekhyun’s first meeting with her parents, feeling all nervous and pale. That old sweet moment would always be remembered for Baekhyun. And now, he couldn’t wait to see her goddess face.

Once auntie is coming to the living room with a tray with the empty cups and a pot of hot tea, Baekhyun keeps peeking by the stairs. His mind keeps on asking when will she comes and meets him. But when auntie offers him a cup of tea, Baekhyun nods his head and takes the cup from her politely as he thanks her. She sits next to uncle, looking so delighted to see Baekhyun in a great condition. Baekhyun slowly takes sip by sip of the hot tea even though his heart couldn’t stop pumping like a maniac. He’s waiting for her but she doesn’t appear.

Does she hate him? He thought.

"How are you, Baekhyun?” Uncle initiates the talk with hi. Baekhyun’s lips spread widely for a smile, placing the cup on the coffee table.

"Never felt even better like this.” He answers with a smile. The couple just smiling to each other but trying so hard to hide their pain and sadness. As the clock continues to tick, Baekhyun cannot wait any longer to meet her.

"Uncle, auntie…” Baekhyun calls, stopping for a second and takes a few breaths. “Can I meet your beautiful daughter?”

The two of them are shocked after hearing Baekhyun’s request. Auntie’s eyes start to form several tears at the edge of her eyes. Both of them have their faces turn pale. Baekhyun couldn’t interpret what is currently happening but all he wants right now is to see her. The love of his life. He couldn’t wait any longer because he wants to devote all his love on her. Despite that he failed to do so previously, he will try his best to not repeating the same mistake.

Uncle invites Baekhyun to step outside for a talk as he follows. The two men walk outside and the weather starts to turn cloudy. Baekhyun waits for him to start the talk because he’s feeling uneasy all of sudden. Uncle’s face displaying a sorrowful one that makes Baekhyun scared to hear about it.

But when uncle finally says it, Baekhyun was not scared. Instead, he is terrified because his whole world already shambles in a mess.

"She’s gone, Baekhyun.”

Those words haunting him. Baekhyun runs to the place where she is. Even when the clouds grumble and begin to rain, Baekhyun doesn’t care less about himself. All he wants is to be with her. And he finally arrives.

The cemetery.

Baekhyun searches her name at the tombstones with his legs failing to cooperate with him. His breathing becomes really hard while searching for it. He lost his hope. The rain starts to drop heavily but Baekhyun keeps on searching without stopping.

As he finally found it, he kneels on the ground with full regret. He couldn’t believe that she’s leaving him too soon. Because he doesn’t get the chance to mend all those broken promises. His fiancee is gone forever. Baekhyun starts to cry hard, blaming himself for being alive and stupid for letting her go once.

The dream that he once dreamt while he was in a coma was exactly his last time meeting her. He couldn’t see that angelic face with a fondest smile from a goddess woman. He thinks that he only lost her once but he’s wrong.

Baekhyun lost her forever.

"Why…. why did you leave me behind, love?” He questions. People might think he’s crazy right now because he’s talking alone but who cares. His memory flashbacking the incident.

It was raining heavily and Baekhyun is driving them back home from Japan with confusing feelings. He doesn’t know if letting her go would be his best decision because now, he’s terrified to lose her. Baekhyun doesn’t know about himself. If he still loves her or not. But deep inside, Baekhyun still deeply in love with her.

He just being too blind for her love. Because he was expecting high for their relationship and neglected her feelings. Baekhyun doesn’t realise that he’s been hurting her so bad but she never says so. Instead, she asked him to spend a week with her before the breakup.

Baekhyun keeps on blaming himself while staring at her peaceful face. She was too tired so she asked his permission to doze off for a few minutes. But he was careless. He almost hit someone’s car as he turns the steering wheel to avoid it. The car was spinning violently, causing it to turn over and got into an accident. And CRASH!!

Baekhyun tried to save her but his whole view turned into a pitch black.

He calls her name, hoping she’s answering it. “I’m sorry for everything… I’m sorry that I didn’t fight for our love… I’m sorry for falling out of love… I may have not expressing everything to you but… I love you, babe. Deep inside my heart, I still love you. I was too confused with my own self, thinking that I will never be the perfect one for you. If you can give me another chance, I will fix everything for the sake of you staying…” Baekhyun continues to cry. He begins to choke in-breath because he doesn’t expect that this moment is real.

"Thank you for allowing me to love you. I love you too and I’m gonna miss you badly.” Baekhyun finally says it. He has tons of things to say to her but he’s unable to do so. Baekhyun is a weak person. His nightmare finally haunting him and Baekhyun cannot have her anymore.

"Rest well, my love.”

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iced-coffee-and-imagines · 5 years

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Ok I’m a sucker for reuniting prompts? So like, I’d love to see your take on Hubert and his S/O reuniting at the monastery after she’s been held hostage by bandits for nearly a month? I’d imagine this is when they’re still students and the knights rescue her but I’d love to see your take on it overall. And a side note: Your Hubert writings make me so soft and warm inside. Thank you for writing!

Anon, I, too, am a sucker for reunited lovers. I love this prompt so much,,

And thank you! I love writing for goth husband, and I’m so glad that so many of you enjoy reading them. Thank you for supporting!

((Also thank you for being so patient;;))

~Latte ღ

Hubert von Vestra/f!Reader - Reunited

Though it was not often that students went missing during training battles–often being accounted for as alive, wounded, or dead–you, along with several others of your house, were part of the unlucky total that were kidnapped during your last mission

From what your classmates had deducted, it had been close to a month now, judging by the moon

A harsh bang tore through the gloomy silence of the room, startling its occupants

You squinted as the harsh light of day assaulted your vision, the rotten, wooden door of your prison suddenly thrown open

In the entry stood the Knights of Seiros, white armor gleaming in the light

You groaned softly as one of the knights helped you to your feet, your muscles protesting the movement

You stumbled, legs unsteady from weeks of disuse; they led you and the others outside, where several horses, pegasi, and wyverns stood saddled for the return trip to the academy

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The caravan was silent on its journey; you were seated atop a stocky, grey horse, the rhythmic lull of its walk and the gentle warmth of the sun nearly putting you to sleep

Garreg Mach loomed hush as you passed through the large, iron gates; your mind too tired to give much thought as to why

You later found that the remainder of the Black Eagles, and the other two houses, had been requested to give your exhausted group time to recover upon arrival

You were grateful, of course, Saints know you did not want a barrage of questions immediately upon your return

Though, your heart did ache slightly knowing that you more than likely would not see your academy sweetheart until tomorrow; Goddess, did you miss him

——–

You rolled your shoulders as you shuffled to your dorm that night, unlocking the large, dark wood doors and stepping inside

Clicking them shut behind you, you leaned back and let your eyes slide shut; all you wanted to do was sleep

You nearly jumped when a deep baritone tsked from in front of you, gaze snapping open and landing on the lanky, raven-haired male sitting at your desk, his thin cheek propped against his gloved hand, form barely illuminated by the candle on your dresser

Stance relaxing, your hammering heart began to settle, breath slowing with it

“You act surprised to see me,” his voice was teasing, though the smile playing at the corners of his mouth gave away his affection

You beamed, biting your lower lip; leave it to Hubert to find a way to visit you despite the knights’ orders

You pushed yourself off of the door and made your way to him; you were exhausted, yes, but you could never bring yourself to send him away after being apart for a month

He straightened in his seat as you came to stand in front of him, golden-green eyes locked on your figure

Your hands rose to caress either side of his jaw, your left tucking his hair behind his ear, fingertips skimming his cheekbone

The young man allowed his guard to fall, a genuine smile gracing his face as he stood, hands finding your waist; he dipped his brow to rest against yours and tugged you closer to his tall frame

You let your hands glide to the back of his neck, loosely tangling them in his hair, your eyes fluttering shut from both fatigue and adoration

He hummed, his cat-like eyes watching you for a moment before closing, hands sliding to cradle the small of your back, pulling you flush against him

Neither of you spoke. Amorous words were not needed, not tonight; simply being in each other’s presence was more than enough to convey your shared feelings

——–

Hubert moved first, pulling his forehead away from yours; his nose brushed the tip of your ear as a hand found your cheek, silken glove soft against your skin

He kissed the spot just below your ear, whisper near purring, “It is late, starling; you need to rest”

You could only nod, bringing one hand to lay over his, pressing further into him

He chuckled softly, holding you a moment longer before pulling away, the hand on your face turning to catch your fingers

He brought your hand up and kissed the back of it, his gaze, sharp but reverent, finding yours

He released you entirely and stepped away from you, magic beginning to settle under his feet

You wrapped your arms around yourself, holding to what warmth remained; you smiled sleepily as the teleportation spell neared completion, purple light contrasting the black of your uniforms, “Goodnight, Hubert”

The smile from before crossed his features, “Goodnight, my bird”

#hubert von vestra #hubert von vestra imagine #hubert von vestra x reader #fe hubert #fire emblem #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem three houses #fe three houses #fe three houses imagine #fe16 #fe3h #x reader #pre timeskip #black eagles #adrestian empire #imagine

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seraphiism · 3 years

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐥

( still, i carry you in everything i do )

chara : artem wing fandom : tears of themis quote cr : meg & dia - wherever i go

& I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU IN:

ONE : THE STARS [ 11:11pm ]

artem has always known to seek logic in all things. the balance between pure rationale and the yearning of the heart is a fragile one he desires to understand-- and he believes he does, truly, in the trials he comes face to face with. because to know humanity is to place yourself in another’s shoes, shut your eyes, and search the soul for its reasoning. to know humanity and to fight for it means to trace the threads of emotion and connect them to the strings of the tender heart, and know whether there is a right or wrong in the midst of gray hues.

his eyes tire in the darkness and the words blur. he exhales deeply: the rise and fall of his chest and his shoulders, then the release of unspoken tension in his body. he thinks he could reread this book a thousand times over, paragraph after paragraph over the depths of love, and not quite comprehend the feeling in all its entirety ( but that’s how love works, they’ll tell you: a pure feeling you won’t understand until it blossoms in your being. )

he looks out the window, sees the stars that offer a brief flicker of brightness in a dark, gloomy sky. he is reminded of you, and with a smile on his face, he wishes you a silent goodnight, and shuts the book.

( it is much easier to understand another’s heart, artem realizes, but not his. )

TWO : THE SUN

“good morning.” he tells you the next day, and how lovely it is to see the way your expression brightens up at such simple words. there are not many radiant things in the world, one would consider, but the sun has always been one of them: bright, wondrous-- an indication of another day, a new chance, and another step towards the future.

you, perhaps, are more radiant than the sun ( and it is quite a silly thought, but the smile on your face makes him feel less childish for even thinking such a thing. )

“good morning, artem.”

there is a feeling brewing inside his chest akin to joy, and he cannot name it. a plethora of words runs through the mind, but there is nothing quite right that can properly explain it.

( so maybe it is love, artem considers, and such a thought is a half-hearted one, but deep down somewhere, he knows it is love. it always has been, he thinks. )

THREE : THE HEART

love is a beautiful being. he has always known this, but to experience it and feel it with everything you have is something he is more than grateful for. from typical confessions and the little moments of intimacy, he knows he is fortunate to love you and to know reciprocation in the feelings.

“you have to take breaks.” you remind him, peeking over his shoulder as he skims and makes notes over documents for yet another difficult trial. you place a cup of coffee on his desk, throw a blanket over his shoulders, and he looks up at you with such warmth that you’re tempted to blame the heat in your cheeks from the drink.

“i will. thank you.”

he says that a lot, you notice; every time, there is the feeling of an i love you that leaves its traces in his voice, and it makes you fall in love a little more with each moment of gratitude you share.

“you’re welcome, i love you.” you press a kiss against his forehead, hear his quiet laughter at the words he could hear a million times over and never grow tired of.

“i love you.” he says as his hand reaches for yours, and he gently tugs you down just enough so he can kiss you before you retire for the night. “goodnight.”

FOUR : THE PLACE WE’VE MADE A HOME [ 11:11pm ]

artem is not one to fall asleep quickly. a heavy mind can weigh too much, and in the idle darkness, how dangerously does it wander. it is different, though-- the presence of another warm body in his bed. your company brings utmost comfort, and how quickly does slumber pull him into its arms until he rises the next day.

there are nights where you stay up and talk for hours; he finds those to be his favorite. the way you share your musings about anything and everything, the way he knows you’re on the verge of falling asleep half-way through the conversation by the grogginess that grows in your voice.

“did you make a wish?”

you laugh at the confusion that adorns his visage, pointing at the clock on his nightstand that reads 11:11. you can see the gears turn in his head and the sudden look of realization, then contemplation.

there are not many things artem wants, truthfully, nor things he desires so immensely that he wishes for them. he thinks about his life and his accomplishments; he thinks about how far he has come.

it is 11:11 at night, and he is resting comfortably in a home that you can both call yours. the person he loves is at his side, smiling brightly at him, with a quiet exhaustion in the curls of the lips, and he is happy.

part of him wishes to keep this moment alive, forever-- to cherish it until he no longer can. but not all things must be wished for to come true, he knows, so he shakes his head, laces his fingers with yours, and kisses your hand.

“i don’t need to.”

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #artem wing #artem x reader #zuo ran #He He He ... blows kiss #.: writing

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gloomyloveletter · 4 years

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why do i even have a self insert fr su when im already in the show smh 😔 /j

#from gloomy with love! ღ #su ment #i think at least one of my friends needs that tagged #bt ya ghis bg character literally looks like me help????????thats me

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alsharqawy · 5 years

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☀️ ✧ ღ❤ღ ◌ೋ ☾คş𝕥𝔯𝑜💞ℳσσ𝓓☽ ╰♀╮ ❤✿❤ ✧ 🌙 . . In #Numerology Your DESTINY NUMBER represents your overall aims & the path you will follow in order to accomplish your life's purpose . (It is determined by adding together the values for all the letters in your full birth name.) . * Your Destiny number is 7 : Your destiny requires you to be a seeker of deeper truths & to separate yourself in some way from everyday, mundane concerns so that you may concentrate on understanding the underlying causes & deeper meanings, the hidden side of life . Studious, introspective, analytical & deep, you are drawn to the study of psychology, philosophy, religion & metaphysics, or to scientific investigation . You are thoughtful, intuitive & insightful & have much to offer people who ask serious questions & are seeking wisdom, but "naturally" you have no taste for superficial interactions & light sociability . Sensitive, discriminating & something of a perfectionist, you choose carefully who you associate with & how you spend your time . Periods of solitude (for quiet reflection, meditation, or study) are very necessary for you . You are also inclined to be gloomy at times (considering the state of the world & such) & find retreating to nature, especially to the ocean, will restore your spirits . . . ღ❤ღ ◌ೋ ℳ𝐚ħ𝔪σ𝔲đ ╰♀╮ ❤✿❤ #Love, #Harmony & #Prosperity ✨🌌💕 . #Awareness #Astrology #Authenticity #Integrity #Work_of_Art #TrueSelf #Originality #Spirituality #LifePurpose #SoulHappiness 🌻 #Energy #Perspective #Enlightenment ♀️ #Nothing_But_The_Best ♂️ https://www.instagram.com/astromouda/p/BxWSRMinbUQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=104hettmsrhal

#numerology #love #harmony #prosperity #awareness #astrology #authenticity #integrity #work_of_art #trueself #originality #spirituality #lifepurpose #soulhappiness #energy #perspective #enlightenment #nothing_but_the_best

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2025: Breakout

Love Live, NicoMaki, 5.3K, 1/?

Summary: Super Idol and Closely Held Government Secret Yazawa Nico's been back from her tour, but she and Tokyo's top robotics expert, Nishikino Maki, have been at odds, unable to just pick up their relationship. And even if they can, how can they make a future work in a Tokyo that wants to limit their choices. Sequel to 2024.

A/N: Giving myself a Lunar New Year present a day early and posting this as a challenge. I rough drafted this chunk a year ago maybe and I kept tossing between potential story arcs and stalled. However, this is one of my favorite AU's so I'm giving myself a nudge. Any chapters to follow may or may not follow a linear timeline. Apparently I’ve missed juggling multiple AUs. Enjoy!

Also, thanks again to the Love Live Wikia for song translations. And may the Year Of The Pig bring you health, prosperity, and happiness. Thanks for all your support.

Chapter One

"Ebbing and rising,

The waves of my heart wash me away The strength to desire something this much Is the passionate Reason in my chest

That's strange; I'm feeling fervent! Once you've taken the first step, you've gotta run Has everyone gone through this? Everything starts to pick up; Ah, I can't stop

I think I want to give those things a try; I'll walk forwards while counting them"

And that’s Love Arrow with "Yuuki No Reason". Winter is winding down with a bit too much gray for our liking, but the next Tunnel Rave theme is Neon Night. Password is “first step.” Text it to the number you know for the location. And we’ll also be hosting a virtual dance floor for those of you who can’t make it out. Diamond Princess has banned Nico Ni songs but send us your requests for anything else that hits the target for you. And Ballet Twist has some advice about which toys to avoid when you hit the virtual dance floor.

FALLING INTO HER EYES

Five times in the past month. Professor Nishikino Maki couldn’t seem to avoid events that the Number One Idol in Japan aka that demon doll, Nico Ni was scheduled to perform at. She couldn’t blame either Nico or her mother. Nico had barely returned from her tour of the North of Japan, released a new single with a new sound and a burst of popularity, pleasing her government minders. Tonight was the fifth event, an unveiling of a new Robotics lab at a small company Maki often consulted with. Maki wondered if the Air Special Defense Forces did too, but the robot she’d examined the night she’d uncovered Nico Ni’s double life was the only one of its kind she’d heard of. And Eli had put discreet questions out but received no answers. Maki was having no success growing her own organoid brain, even at a small size.

Maki had decided casual was the ticket for tonight so tailored black trousers, her N-Zan, grey button down shirt, loose white tie, black vest. She and Nico had tried meeting for a meal -- pizza -- in a dive near Muse, when Nico had first returned to Tokyo, but it had been an awkward encounter, neither of them sure what they could safely discuss in public. It had also ended awkwardly, a quick kiss and a promise to meet again when their schedules cleared.

Which didn’t suit Maki at all. No 1 Idol and the rest of the Idol Fools had been painting regularly, but Maki had noticed an increase in curfew drones and police foot patrols in areas that had been hit by them. Which worried her.

Maki entered through a few photographers and reporters, nodding in their direction, but neither answering questions or smiling, as they expected. Next would be the colleagues excited by her latest breakthroughs in electrical transfer from skin photocells. Batteries for emergency only would leave more room for processing power. She and Eli had been working on a breakthrough for two years, but after seeing what was possible with organic brains, Maki had to fake her excitement. But it had led to her contract being renewed, a budget increase and the possibility of hiring another grad student, although the department had pushed her to hire one of the younger male grad students, preferably a married one. That had been the theme of Nico Ni’s last song, a slow, pulsing number, the joys of newlyweds under the cherry blossoms, which had led to Nico performing at every wedding Maki had been invited to recently. The wealthier families being able to hire the crazy popular Idol made both marriage and wealth seem more exciting to everyone looking on through their personal devices. Maki was really quite fed up with both wealth and marriage, although she did appreciate that her money made much of what Soldier Game did possible as she had provided the seed money for Eli’s investment portfolio.

Inside, someone had draped black fabric everywhere, lights shimmering against the folds, highlighting the textures. Seemed gloomy, but maybe that was just Maki’s mood. At least there would be dark corners and Maki could hide there. She grabbed a bottled seltzer water and slunk into the corner she’d decided on. Wait for the music to start, give it a few minutes, then find the founder, shake his hand and express her reluctant need to get back to her lab. It was a great plan. Maki had spent at least an hour going through the steps in her mind, including the slight nod when the demonic black eyes of Nico Ni glanced in her direction. As if she didn’t know her, as if she thought the eyes were actually black, as if she hadn’t been dreaming every night about…

Nope. That was a trap. Take a sip of water. Focus. Ignore everything below eye level. Until they simper.

“So the brilliant Professor can’t stop stalking the great Nico Ni?” Nico’s voice sounded even peakier than usual.

Maki took a long moment and looked down her nose at the singer, taken aback by a Nico shaped hole under a lace cage of deep blue lights. It was disconcerting, she heard Nico’s voice, but as her eyes struggled to find definition in Nico’s face, she could only sweep the contours and as her line of sight followed the line of Nico’s body down, and she was pretty sure some of the curves were padded, but there was nothing but depth. Maki shivered, a hand instinctively reaching out but as she connected with the light cage, Nico Ni hopped back, “No touching, Professor. You��ll break the illusion.”

“Sorry,” Maki grunted, pushing her hand into the wall behind her to contact something solid, her eyes still futilely attempting to make sense of Nico’s lips and nose, lost in the darkest black she’d ever seen.

There was silence, a hole between them as black and deep as whatever was obscuring every detail of Nico’s appearance. Nico fell back into character, leaning forward toward Maki, what might be an arm sweeping her finger to her lips, her voice a coquettish giggle, “Don’t tell anyone, but Nico Ni is debuting a new song later. About pretty girls.” Maki was glad she couldn’t see the wink. That was her cue to accuse Nico Ni of being simplistic or untalented or invasive. Her cue for disdain and disinterest. They’d done this same exchange too often recently and Maki didn’t have the drive for another round.

“I’m sure I’ll enjoy the performance.” Maki shrugged and went in search of the founder.

Nico frowned, startled out of character for a breath as she watched the redhead get further and farther away. “No fight left?” Nico muttered, uncertain. Then with a smile obscured by designed darkness, she swept back into the crowd, every awed comment, every intake of breath, every ‘Nico Ni’ shouted greeting fueling her for the upcoming performance. No time for worry.

Maki had left halfway through Nico Ni’s performance and headed to the dojo. She and Umi were trying to build an light array based on specs Hanayo had given them. Umi was also working a program to mimic the abilities and reactions of the organoid brain. Maki calculated that if they could find the right pattern, seizures could be triggered in the A-RIse bots, similar to how patterns effected epileptics. It would be a strategy to use against them, if necessary. Eli was working on sourcing parts for a Taser sized EMP device that could trigger a robot shutdown. Nico would probably refuse if Maki asked to borrow one to test it on. But that didn’t mean Maki wasn’t going to work from the data they’d gotten. Maki guessed Nico and the rest of the Idol Fools would let their paint cans idle tonight. It would probably take Nico far too long to get the body paint off to make any other activity practical.

Maki pulled up the main screen and did an automatic check for Soldier Game mentions and #sgame on TWIG. The social media chatter had been dropping; the government had had a bunch of bots pushing Nico Ni’s latest single and spreading the rumor that Soldier Game were government agents. Attendance at the last rave had dropped and Nozomi had passed a rumor on to Eli that there might be a raid at the next one.

Maki sighed and hearted the latest IdolFools image. They needed to talk about a way to pushback. Eli had started taking advice from Nozomi, but she thought they needed to be public figures, something not even Eli agreed with. And Umi was preparing for a trip to see Alisa. Maki was the only person lacking advice from someone significant in her life.

Her phone buzzed? She looked down. The encrypted weather app. A change in the Kyoto forecast. That meant Nico.

N: Where are you?

M: Working.

N: Nico is at your place. And you only have pizza. （●≧艸≦

M: Why are you at my place?

N: TO SEE YOU (ღ꒡ ᵌ꒡)⋆﹡♡⃛*⁎⋆(꒡ᵋ ꒡ღ)

M: I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Stay put.

N: ┗(^o^　)┓三

Maki pulled her hat down and tossed on a dark hoodie. Back into the tunnels. To see Nico. Her stomach fluttered a little as her pulse picked up. She hoped Nico had gotten out of that nightmare makeup. She had enough bad memories of the Idol’s ‘demon doll’ side.

Maki was surprised to find Nico calmly on her couch, wearing baggy cargo pants and an over sized sweatshirt. Her face had been scrubbed clean, but there were disconcerting slashes of dark on her neck that Maki kept staring at.

“You need to upgrade your makeup removal stash. Nico will give you a list.” Nico put down the book...one of Maki’s recent organic robotics purchases and leaned back, “Hey, genius.”

“I have a name.” Maki snapped.

“Professor Nishikino.”

Maki sighed and fell into the couch, “I missed you too, Lt. Colonel.”

Nico’s head was suddenly in Maki’s lap, Nico’s eyes literally holes in her head. Maki didn’t scream, that was a plus, although she did nearly bite through her lip.“Please, Nico-chan, take out your contacts.” Maki tried not to shiver, but Nico caught the movement away from her and bounced up immediately.

“Do you have anything that isn’t pizza?” Nico complained as she hurried into the half bath. Maki took a container out of her kangaroo pocket, “I picked you up some kind of rice dish from a street vendor.”

Nico leapt over the couch, kissed Maki and grabbed the box, “You are so worth it.”

“Worth what?” Maki kept staring at the paint slashes, which moved as Nico swallowed. Eerie.

“Sneaking out after curfew, fraternizing with enemies of the state, risking my career,” Nico turned, mid chew and winked, “And my heart.”

“You have one?” Maki doubled down on snarky and wished she hadn’t. This was a real chance to talk to, to be with Nico and here she was, back to blowing it. Nico raised an eyebrow and Maki saw another slash of dark under it. This looked like Nico had a tiny hole in her head. Tonight was a winner in the least favorite Nico Ni costume derby. “I’ll wait while you get out your stethoscope, Doc.” Nico waved her chopsticks toward Maki’s lab.

“I’m sorry.” Maki slid a little closer to Nico, “How’s the recovery from the A-Tak?”

“Nico hasn’t fallen in” Nico counted off something with the chopsticks, “Three weeks.”

Maki nodded, a little closer, her arm on the couch behind Nico. She watched as Nico picked up every last bit of rice and then neatly placed box and utensils on the table. Then Nico turned, “You look even better than I remember.”

So did Nico. Lips thankfully free of black paint, crimson eyes a mysterious, welcoming warmth. Maki could feel Nico so vividly, where her arm rested near the Idol’s back. Maki was 1000% sure there were important topics to discuss and lines to draw, but Nico wasn’t moving away and Maki just wanted to charge forward into a kiss. Touching Nico’s lips was a jolt, the first time Maki had been overwhelmed by the sensations that exploded, but this time woven into an even greater crash of sensations was the memories, the touches, the thrusts, the skin against skin contact that made every flinch, every twitch a wave. And Nico was moaning yes, and Maki barely heard a zipper through the cacophony in her ears and Nico was encouraging Maki to lift off her sweatshirt, then Maki’s lips were sliding down Nico’s tensing abdomen, her hands stroking up the dancer’s muscles that had always fascinated her, Nico crying Maki’s name and Maki suddenly desperately hungry for a new taste.

###

Couch again, Maki thought as she pulled Nico closer, before the blanket slipped off both of them. Not that Maki would have minded the view, but...not letting go of Nico while creating a warm space for snuggling seemed to be a higher priority to her instinctive reactions. Nico yawned and pecked a kiss on Maki’s cheek.

“Hey,” Nico wondered sleepily, “Where were you? The university’s further away than 10 minutes.”

“Top secret.” Maki murmured into Nico’s hair, “No one knows.”

Nico flipped so she was lying on top of Maki, her eyes full of the impish glee that had charmed Maki through the computer screen, “I can find it.”

“Ha!” Maki shook her head. Nico pressed her lips together, dragged an extremely distracting hand along Maki’s ribs and dropped her head to whisper, “Bet I can” into Maki’s ear, triggering shivers.

“No.” Maki managed to get out.

“No?” Nico pulled back, quirking an eyebrow.

“Won’t find it….” Maki was finding hard to get words out as Nico’s hands ranged lower, taking their time over her curves.

Maki kicked the blanket off and Nico laughed, “Getting hot?”Nico hovered over Maki’s lips, barely brushing kisses against them. WIth a moan, Maki wrapped her arms around Nico, forcing the Idol even closer.

“I think that’s a yes,” Nico whispered as her hand skimmed over Maki’s breasts and Maki gasped, nodding, her legs hooking around Nico’s as momentum took more than the blanket to the floor.

###

Nico and Maki were sitting, backs against the couch, pizza shared between them, blanket wrapped around them, speakers playing jazz.

“How’s the Soldier Game business?” Nico popped the tab on a cold coffee.

Maki frowned, finishing her slice of pizza, “Not as much traffic; government spreading rumors that we’re government agents. We’re trying to figure out a strategy to ‘retake a defensible position, ‘to quote Umi.”

“Give the people what they want.” Nico stated simply.

Maki turned, ignoring the blanket that fell off her shoulder, enjoying Nico’s inability not to stare, “And what do the people want?”

Nico’s finger traced a gentle line across Maki’s nearest shoulder, tapping lightly up her neck, “The people want sexy.”

“Sexy? But we’re anonymous…” Maki looked confused.

“So? You don’t need pictures. Music can be sexy. Haven’t you heard Nico’s latest?” Nico stared at Maki for a long moment and when no response was given, she shrugged and continued, “Nico will forgive you. It’s capital S, triple XXX, kiss the girl hard, SeXXXy. Kind winds don’t really blow the clothes off girls.”

Maki had recovered and her eyebrow went to war, raising archly to eloquently express doubt, “I don’t see yours.”

Nico roared with laughter, then kissed Maki hard enough to scramble Maki’s next thought, which was fine with Nico, “See, sexxxy. Spice up your music. Give the cute girls what they want.”

Maki growled, as she moved into Nico, “And what do you want?”

“There’s the sexy,” Nico bopped Maki on the nose, causing the redhead to sit up,”Growl like a...panther, prowl...visualize.” Nico gestured at herself, then slid the blanket off her shoulder, “You don’t get to see this much of the Number One Idol in the universe without some game.”

Nico was giggling. Maki sighed and leaned back.

“What’s wrong?”

“You have no sense of mood.”

“Nico Ni knows mood.”

“Nico Ni knows nothing.”

Nico pulled Maki in, kissing her so long and with so much weight that the redhead was breathless and panting and leaning forward for more, “Nico knows Maki will remember this.”

Maki didn’t want to let Nico win, while at the same time desperately wanting Nico’s kiss. Nico took advantage of her internal argument to once again advance, her caresses expertly deployed to melt Maki into a shivering mess.

“...want...No 1….Lt….Col...Yaza...you...,” Maki managed to get out amid mostly animal noises.

Nico’s laugh was a cold contrast to the warmth her hands were driving straight through Maki’s legs, “I bet I can have you singing my latest song. I know you listened to it.”And all senses surrendered before Lt. Colonel Yazawa’s bold sweeps. No treaties were signed.

THE MORNING AFTER

Fortunately, Maki did not have an 8 am class scheduled so sleeping in after Nico left at dawn was not a problem. There was a department meeting at 3 so Maki headed in early to clear out her email and prepare. A woman, dressed in more business like attire than the usual student wear, was pacing outside her office.

“Hello?” Maki greeted her visitor.

“Doctor Nishikino?” The woman’s voice had a lovely, musical lilt but everything else about her screamed razor sharp professional edge.

“Can I help you?” Maki tapped out her passcode, puzzled.

“Did you receive Doctor Amago’s message?”

Maki shrugged, “I had family business this morning and haven’t checked anything.”

The woman shook her head and followed Maki into her office, uninvited. Maki sat behind her desk, typed in her password and waited.

“If you had read Dr. Amago’s message, you would have expected me.’

“I am sorry if my being unprepared is causing a delay in your day.” Maki bowed her head slightly, monitoring the tone of her voice closely, “Can we reschedule for another time?”

The woman shook her head, still standing. “I am Inoue Kiku, departmental assistant for media relations.”

Maki realized the woman frowning at her was her link to the media, the Ms. Inoue who passed on all the requests for interviews.

“Dr. Amago has asked me to pass on a directive that the government had given to him.” Inoue linked her hands behind her back, light eyes boring into Maki’s. “For such a high profile department, working so closely with military suppliers, the government requests that you hire an assistant who is both male and married.”

“W...what...why?” Maki half rose from her chair, hands clenching.

“While we acknowledge that Ayase-san’s work has met the requirements of the position, we feel that two women at the head of our premier robotics efforts sends the wrong message.”

Maki stood, hands shoved into her desk to channel some of the flaring rage she felt, but any comments she thought crashed into her faltering mental filter so she just stared into Inoue’s expressionless eyes, mouth slightly open.

“Ayase-san will be moved to another, less visible department.” Inoue stated.

Maki shook herself, “I am not firing my assistant and replacing her with a random male. Does the university demand any level of talent or skill or experience of this imaginary male?

Inoue didn’t back down, even as Maki’s voice gathered force, “The government representative I spoke to was not concerned about that. We would pre…:

Maki inhaled and drew herself up, briskly cutting off Inoue, “I don’t care. I am not replacing Ayase-san. Her work is excellent. Please inform Dr. Amago of my decision. Should another research assistant slot open up, I will certainly consider his advice, but my main concern is the quality of the work being done. That will not change.”

“Your status does not make your position more secure, Dr. Nishikino.”

“Thank you for sharing your belief, Inoue-san. Please leave my office. I need to catch up on my correspondence.”

Inoue shut the door behind her and Maki fell back into her chair, all the post night with Nico jaunty replaced with worry for Eli and frustration with a government that had decided, once again, to put women in secondary positions. Eli’s partial Russian heritage heightened the probability that the department would not stop pushing until they’d found a way to replace her with a ‘definitive picture of traditional Japan.” Maki needed to install a speed bag here as well, especially if the government was planning to use her to further its agenda. How did Nico manage? Maki closed her laptop. Quick walk was a better use of her pre meeting time. She didn’t really want to think about the choices Nico made daily and the message Nico was promoting. Maki had been able to float a little above the fray, buffered by circumstances and money, but now she could feel the ground shift, about to tilt her into the messy middle of the fight.

###

Nico entered the offices. Sergeant Takeda saluted, “He wants to see you.”

Nico nodded, stepping quickly into Komura’s office.

“Yazawa.” Komura was sorting through papers.“Sir?”

“Phase Three is approaching and we are being ordered to develop new public outreach strategies. There’s a meeting in two hours with the rest of the team. Your “find a new songwriter” suggestion was a big success and a commendation has been posted in your file, but I want at least three more usable ideas from you.” Komura met Nico’s eyes, grim, “There are elements pushing back and we need to counter their efforts.”

Soldier Game, Nico thought to herself, and Maki had insisted that their numbers were lacking, but Nico couldn’t think of anyone else out there pushing counter propaganda. Well, the Idol Fools, but...

“Is there anything in particular going on, sir?” Nico was surprised that she asked, and recovered, “so I know where are our efforts are weak?”

Komura stood, clapping Nico on the shoulder, “You’re a loyal airman, Yazawa. I respect that.” He sighed, “Mostly foreign influences, celebrity postings on TWIG, a podcast and a few Japanese artists, some of whom are anonymous. We’ll be discrediting the public figures, but we need some high voltage celebrity presence ourselves.”

Nico nodded, good soldier Nico time. A strategy to boost Nico Ni’s image had flashed in her mind immediately, but she wasn’t going to enjoy it and she was willing to bet a certain temperamental roboticist would hate it.

“I’m on it, sir.”

“Good. Two hours, Yazawa, use them well.”

Nico saluted, thoughts pinballing between opposite worlds and incompatible needs.

INTERLUDE

Eli was always surprised at how quickly Muse had become a second home and how comfortable she had gotten with Nozomi. It was still disconcerting when Nozomi would fix Eli with an intense stare and insist Eli pull a card from her Tarot deck. The last had been a Two of Rods, with Nozomi insisting that Eli was preparing for a journey, to which Eli’s reply had been that she’d pulled Umi’s fortune by accident. And had then sat through a lecture on how the cards did not tell fortunes, they provided guidance. Considering how Nozomi’s turquoise eyes had twinkled and Eli’s reward after, Eli was willing to learn more about Tarot any time Nozomi was willing. Eli was willing to learn more about anything any time Nozomi was willing.

They were upstairs, in Nozomi’s room, jammed between the Idol Fools workspace and Kotori’s fabric and clothing storage. Eli was lounging on the bed in a open shirt while Nozomi puttered in the kitchen, making tea, in a sarong and bra.

“Is there always this chemical smell?” Eli wondered.

“Sorry. I’ll open a window. They must be trying a new paint formula. They mask the profile with smells the drones won’t track, mostly spices.”

“So that’s why I get a curry craving whenever Honoka and Rin hug me.” Eli yawned and laid back.

Nozomi giggled, “What kind of tea do you want?”

“You.” Eli propped herself up on an elbow, her best come-hither grin aimed right at Nozomi.

Nozomi shook her head, “Chamomile it is.” After pouring water into the kettle, she sat on the side of the bed, taking one of Eli’s hands in hers, “I need to talk to you, Eli-chi.”

Eli immediately pulled Nozomi in for a hug, worry replacing any other thoughts, “What’s wrong?”

“Honoka and Rin found three more teens who were kicked out by their families.” Nozomi said, softly, her head pressed into Eli’s shoulders as the blonde tightened her hold, “We’ve almost got a safe place set up for them, but we need a little more help…”

“What do you need?” Eli’s organizational skills readied to receive a list

“Money, food, clothes….They had the clothes on their back and two kept their phones.”

Eli kissed the top of Nozomi’s head, blue eyes earnest, “I don’t have much, but I’ll talk to Maki.”

Nozomi shook her head, “No, Eli-chi, what they need is Soldier Game. We need to reach out to as many people as we can. We’re going to need more safe spaces and to tell people how to find them.”

Of course, Soldier Game. Eli blushed a little, embarrassed at her misunderstanding of Nozomi’s intent. Nozomi tilted her head, watching as Eli looked shyly away and took the blonde’s hand again, “You are a wonder, Eli-chi. You care and do so much. It’s what I love most about you.”

Eli raised her head, amazed as she heard Nozomi’s words repeat in her head. And then before she could stutter out a response, Nozomi’s lips reinforced the message they’d just breathed out.

###

"Flow like the waves until dawn breaks My feelings swirl more violently than usual And I feel as though I could fall apart completely

Should I sleep? The moon eventually grows light A gentle dream falls upon my chest

With this clichéd sadness and clichéd pain, I barely hold back tears and watch the stars They shine brighter than usual, and seem to fall As they quietly illuminate me…"

Greetings! That was our newest song "Arifureta Kanashimi no Hate". Ballet Twist here wishing you gentle dreams. But some of us are facing rather harsh realities and so we’re here tonight with a request from the IdolFools and new friend CupQueen, who are finding safe spaces for those turned out and turned against by families, landlords and friends. Next tunnel rave, three days from now, please bring an item that would get you through a dark night. We have to help each other. Code word is star watching; you’ll get the usual text. And watch the clubs for a Minalisky appearance; Love Arrow has heard they’ve been really restless lately and looking to burn up a dance floor ENBY style ‘til they close down the club.

On a brighter note, two newer and gayer episodes of Dynamic Leadership Rescue Force have been given the RAY treatment, redubbed for your virtual pleasure. Strap into our VRLock and see what Captain Sasaki and Dr. Tora have discovered on the Shadow Planet.

And now, our resident street medic, Diamond Princess, has recorded some tips for taking care of yourself out in the wild. Listen up. We got your back, hoods and g-skis, but you have to stay safe ‘til we can get you to help.

“DATING” Maki yelled. Eli and Umi looked up from the light array they were working on. Maki was hovering over a Yazawa Nico oddly lacking confidence.

Nico muttered, head down, Maki leaned down, Nico reached a hand out to Maki’s cheek, Maki stepped back and turned on her heel.

Eli and Umi exchanged a glance, as they caught the look on Maki’s face, sullen and scared. “Come upstairs, Eli. Alisa texted me some new photos of her latest eaglet.” Umi grabbed Eli’s arm, both doing their best to ignore the other two in the bunker.

“Maki…” Maki’s eyes were tearing and Eli hesitated, not certain what would be best to say. Nico’s head was still down, hands shoved deep in her pockets, “We’ll be upstairs when you’re done.”

Maki nodded. After Eli and Umi left, Nico came up gently behind her lover and looped both arms around Maki’s waist, “It’s not really dating and I don’t like it either, Maki.”

“I hate it.” Maki spat.

Nico leaned her head into Maki, “How can you…?”

“I have a job.” Nico said quietly.

“D..did Komura think this up? Because…” Maki began, fists clenched and started to press into her thighs.

“I did.” Nico’s voice was so soft Maki couldn’t believe she’d actually heard Nico correctly. “It was my idea.”

Maki turned, Nico’s arms still around her, amethyst eyes open and lost, “Nico-chan?”

Nico swallowed and then blew out a long breath, “After I saw you last, Komura told me our superiors wanted us to develop pushback strategies against things like Soldier Game. Having Nico Ni make public appearances with high profile athletes and celebrities was my suggestion.”

“Why? Do you want to?” Maki felt as if she were going to fall and Nico seemed to sense the sag in energy because she moved them both to a chair, sitting across Maki, arms around the redhead’s neck, one hand playing idly with curls of hair.

“No. And nothing will happen. But I have a job. And I want to do it well. And I don’t want anyone looking for reasons I might be disloyal.” I don’t want them looking for you, Nico thought as she took one of Maki’s hands, brought it to her lips and kissed the palm, “I won’t lie to you, Maki. But there’s some things I can’t tell you right now. You just have to trust me.”

Maki knew Nico was trying to distract her by letting her lips slowly move from palm to wrist to forearm, but she was too detached to notice the gentle pressure. “Nico-chan.” Maki’s tone commanded Nico’s attention and the ruby eyes blinked up at her, mischief clouded by worry.

Nico let Maki’s arm drop and put both her hands on Maki’s cheeks, ensuring that their eyes stayed locked on each other, “I want you. So much. Only you. Nico never imagined feeling like this when I was 18 and they said, “Hey Nico Ni, sign up here for ten years and be an idol.” Nico frowned, “I never imagined anyone as amazing as you in my life, Maki-chan.” Nico kissed Maki, lips desperately twisting to break through the barrier Maki’s stiffness was building around her heart. ”Please trust me. It’ll be like spending time with my little brother for Nico. People will mostly care about seeing posts on TWIG. I won’t care at all.”

Maki sniffled as Nico licked away tears rolling down her face, “I hate this, Nico-chan.”

Nico kissed Maki’s cheek softly before replying, “I know. But I can’t just quit.”

Silence. Both of them staring ahead, no future to be seen, wondering if the other’s was darker. Maki could feel Nico, so close, so much brighter and warmer than any tomorrow she could see. Nico would be with other people, talking, laughing, maybe kissing, maybe…

Nico’s eyes were serious, as if she were reading Maki’s mind, “I won’t.”

Maki had no words, but her hands grabbed the back of Nico’s head and pulled the Idol in for a deep, yielding kiss, any self control Nico might have had dashed by the sudden softness inviting her in, Maki’s whispers encouraging her to prove how much Maki would haunt her thoughts, pushing Nico deeper into the swell of need surging between them, into an intensity of emotion Nico was not prepared for, but there was Maki’s voice, the movement under Nico’s hands, the fingers gliding shivers across Nico’s back. Nico pulled back, staring into trust and warmth and confusion, taking a breath to regain control.

“N...Nico-chan?” And that breath became a hiss as Maki touched a hesitant finger to Nico’s underlip.

Another surge, another kiss, another second became an eternity for Nico, “I love you, Maki-chan.” And then Nico ensured that neither of them said anything else, so she didn’t have to think about what “I love you” meant or hear a response that would lead to a court martial. A moan, a cry, a plea, she knew how to handle those.

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teacher!sugawara koushi x gn!reader

day 2: petrichor

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭; 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑

[a/n: alrighty everyone, it’s day 2! Thank you all so much for all the love on my day 1 fic, I’m having a lot of fun with these so far 🥺 enjoy some soft teacher koushi today! ✨taglist is still open✨- yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-

Rainy days were both the best and worst days for you and Sugarawa. It was absolutely adorable to see a bunch of kiddos in their little raincoats and boots. Usually in a bright yellow, there would be the occasional odd color or a kitty cat raincoat but it was adorable all the same. Though it was a pain to keep the kids inside because they wanted to run around outside in the puddles and slosh around in the mud.

You remembered how long it took you to come up with the lesson plan for today but it was all thrown out the window when the morning was gloomy and gray, and the weather forecast had an 80% chance of rain. That meant the day would be cut shorter and it would be filled with movies, coloring pages, and fun activities. Not that you really minded, a rainy day was basically a break from the daily stress of having to rangle up a bunch of toddlers and teach them their vowels.

It was also a big plus for you because that meant Mr.Suga would be wearing an adorable oversized hoodie or cardigan.

It��s not that you thought he was cute or anything...it’s just an observation.

Yeah, you definitely didn’t have feelings for your fellow kindergarten teacher. You just happened to remember that he wasn’t much a coffee drinker when you had stopped to get some coffee and got him a hot chocolate.You were already there anyways…your thoughts trailed off as you walked through the door that conjoined your classrooms and saw him sitting at his desk and typing away on his laptop.

Yup, it was a cardigan...in a soft pink.

Oh who were you kidding! You were absolutely whipped for him. As you should be.

“Good morning (y/n)!” You jumped just a bit, startled out of your thoughts.

“G-Good morning Koushi, I uhm-” You swallowed down the butterflies that threatened to escape. “I got you a hot chocolate on my way over, since it’s c-cold out a-and all.”

He grinned while watching as the blush on your cheeks deepened, physically having to stop himself from cooing at your timid nature.

“Ahh you didn’t have to.” He stood up and made his way over to you, reaching for the cup. As he did this, his fingers brushed against your slightly colder ones. His breath caught in his throat as tingles ran up his arm, in that moment he was thinking that maybe all those cheesy romance novels and movies were onto something. “I really appreciate it.” He took a sip of the sweet drink, humming in satisfaction as warmed his body.

As you two started to talk, he subconsciously started to think about the strange relationship between the both of you. You had been working as the sole kindergarten teacher at the school before the second position opened up and he had arrived.

He was received with a very unwelcome attitude by the other faculty. They were not very thrilled to have a twenty something year old, fresh out of university, taking the job of a dear friend. He had found solace in the confines of your classroom, having gone to you to vent about how rude someone had been to him while in the break room. Because of that one venting session, the both of you would eat lunch together in yours or his classroom. Often talking about joint lessons your classes could do or fun things the both of you could do out of school hours.

Your guys’ students 100% shipped the both of you. The number of times he had caught his students singing ‘teacher (y/n) and Suga sitting in a tree! K.I.S.S.I.N.G!’ was slightly concerning yet amusing. He quite liked the idea of being in a relationship with you. He had actually caught himself daydreaming about how that would go. How you would feel in his arms, how your hand would fit in his...if your lips were as soft and kissable as he thought they would…-

“So? How does that sound?” His stomach dropped with guilt as he realized that he had completely ignored everything you had said but the hopeful glint in your eye was too adorable to overlook.

“Y-yes! That sounds perfect!” He hoped you hadn’t noticed the hesitation in his voice.

“Great!” You grinned happily, “I’m thinking of starting the movie after we head over to the library?”

His shoulders relaxed as he was filled in the missing info. “Good plan. That’s when we usually have snack time.”

Once the bell rang and you walked through the door and into your classroom, he found himself looking forward to this rainy day.

Before you knew it, library time was over and you were walking your students back to the classroom, giggling as a few of them took the liberty of jumping around in the shallow puddles. Gently reprimanding them for being a little reckless.

As you watched them go back into the classroom and counting each one, you took a deep breath. The smell of petrichor a calming scent.

While explaining how the joint movie time was, Suga had looked out the window and caught sight of you. You had inhaled deeply, before exhaling with a soft smile on your lips. He remembered when you told him how much you enjoyed the smell of fresh rain. He thought it was adorable, the way your eyes lit up with excitement as you talked about the petrichor candle you had bought.

“Mr. Suga?” A little voice broke him from his thoughts, turning back to the kids, he nodded at her.

“Do you like teacher (y/n)?”

“Well of course I do, teacher (y/n) is a dear friend of mine.” He smiled.

“No! Not like that!” the little boy seemed exasperated as he shook his head. “Do you like like teacher (y/n)?”

‘Ah, they were catching onto him.’

“Well, you see-” before he could finish his sentence, there was a knock on the connecting door before it opened and you peeked in.

“I’ve got everything set up for the movie Mr. Suga, just in case you were ready to join us.” He could tell that you were using your “teacher voice” because it was significantly a little gentler than your normal voice, and the way you had said ‘Mr. Suga’ was doing unexplainable things to his heart.

Trying so desperately to hide the blush that was threatening to expose his true thoughts, he turned to the class. “Alright kiddos! Who’s ready for movie time?”

The previous conversation was completely disregarded, much to his relief, as they all shouted in excitement and bounded into your classroom. Joining their friends on the various pillows, bean bag chairs, and blankets you had set up. As he followed behind them and walked through the door, the smell of freshly popped popcorn filled his senses

“God that smells good.” He groaned in exaggerated appreciation, reveling in the laughter it had roused out of your beautiful lips.

Once everyone was settled in with their snacks and apple juice, the movie began and he settled in on the reading couch. The pounding of his heart was deafening as you sat down beside him. The compact size of the couch had caused his thigh to be flush against yours but you didn’t seem to mind one bit as you turned and smiled at him, handing him a juice box.

The unanimous choice was for Alice in Wonderland. Everyone was completely entranced by the movie.

Everyone but you. If anything, you had a hard time keeping your eyes open.

The ambience was perfect enough to lull you to sleep. The sound of the pitter-pattering rain against the windows, the slight chill of the classroom, and the warmth emanating from the man beside you. It took everything in your being to not wrap yourself around him and snuggle.

Maybe the universe was on your side because as you felt your eyelids start to droop, a pair of lips brushed against your ear. “You can lay on my shoulder if you’d like. I can watch everyone while you rest.”

You hummed gratefully and leaned on him, your eyes shutting almost instantly. Naturally, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. Heart almost bursting in his chest as you subconsciously nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck. You fit perfectly into him, almost as if you were meant to, like a puzzle piece.

As the movie went on, more than half the students had joined you in dream land and by the end of the movie, they were all far off in the clouds. He carefully got up so as to not wake you and situated you so you were laying down properly. Absolutely melting when you had reached out for him in your sleep, pout on your lips.

Taking this little free time to his advantage, he used it to call parents to inform them to pick up their kids from your classroom’s exit because of the movie time turned nap time situation. When he was sone, the bell had rung and parents had started to pick up their sleepy kiddos.

“(y/n)~” He gently shook you, calling your name a few more times before your eyes finally opened. You yawned and blinked a few times, eyes roaming the empty classroom. Your drowsy brain took a few seconds to analyze what was going on before your eyes widened and you sat up straight as an arrow.

“Where are the-”

“Don’t worry, I handled the pick up situation. I wanted you to rest...you seemed like you needed it.”

“Oh...thank you.” You looked away, a raging blush taking your cheeks hostage.

“You’ve got a pretty cheeky bunch.” He chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck. “A few of ‘em woke up when the bell rang and they were hounding me about when me and you were going to confess our undying love to each other.”

“Yeah, sounds about right. I can’t go a day without them asking if I like like you.”

Feeling a rush of confidence, he leaned down close to you. His nose gently brushing yours. “Well...do you?” He whispered. Eyes quickly flitting down to your lips before going back to gazing into your eyes.

“I’d say that I do like like you...Mr. Suga.”

“That’s a relief, cause I like like you too.” There was a small beat of silence.”Can I-?”

“You can.” You whispered.

He cupped your jaw and brought you closer to him before your lips timidly met his. Experimentally moving along with his before getting a hang of it and reaching forward to grasp the fabric of his cardigan and pull him in closer, head tilting to deepen the kiss. A soft moan leaving his lips as you both pulled away. Foreheads resting against each other.

“Teacher (y/n) and Suga sitting in a tree. K.i.s.s.i.n.g…” he sang quietly.

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 (open): @soul-of-rwby @randomesk-yuku

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