#He has to stand up taller— because here in the Dreaming his lover is taller than in the waking.

[magnusbae]

On the rare occasions when Hob is actually mad at Dream— he refuses to sleep. Coffee, energy drinks and the God forsaken awakeness pills? All fair game. If he has to inject caffeine directly into his vein, he would. Hob doesn't often get mad, but when he does, he likes to make a point. Dream and Hob match in more than one ways, really, they do. And so it is that the Dream Lord must come out of his realm personally to sprinkle sand into his lover's eyes because he'd be damned if Hob refuses his gift for more than two nights in a row. Not speaking for 100 years? Easy. Hob refusing sleep? Unacceptable.

#Dreamling #Fixed tags: #Dream creating Hob an entire GALAXY in the Dreaming to placate him but Hob has none of this— he refuses to enjoy it. #Dream getting offended that his lover does not appreciates his good graces is like— Well I can also give you a nightmare :| #And Hob just: #'Maybe just don't say that I will eventually stop loving you 🙄🙄🙄 Hob about that- huh.' #Dream: I meant not to insult you— it is merely how humans /are/. Most entities cannot stay with me for long. (The will not is unsaid) #Hob: You're such an idiot. #Hob would cross his arms and try to stay mad with him but he simply CANNOT. #Dream is being genuine— perhaps a genuine idiot— but genuine nevertheless. #He would sigh and finally come over to Dream and he'd take his hands into his and pull him close to himself. #He has to stand up taller— because here in the Dreaming his lover is taller than in the waking. #It's nearly at his tiptoes that he lands a soft kiss at Dream's lips. #Hob: Just because you had /shitty/ exes doesn't mean /I/ have to be #For the matter— I rather not be your ex at all. #Dream attempts denying all his exes being bad but Hob just keeps on kissing him insistently #Like hell he's allowing his lover dwell in the feeling that no one stays— EVEN IF HE DID SPIKE HIS ANGER METER LIKE HELLA #Dream: You will leave me because you're human Hob's anger: 📈📈📈📈 #But he's not really mad he just wishes Dream to trust him is all. #I mean Dream is JUST the center of his entire world #but you know #anyways those tags are meant to be read separately I was just having some crack fun #the original tags gotten horribly out of order and were an absolute mess so I had to rewrite it for it to make any sense at all #so some of the chaotic insanity been lost XDDD #anyways yes XD #buns.hc

[ohsunnyboy]

to chase a dream | zhang hao ˚₊‧⁺˖

all your life, you and zhang hao have been chasing each other. you wonder here, if this is where your symphony ends.

TAGS: musician!au, gn!reader, rivals to lovers, angst with happy ending, suggestive!makeout

A/N: something about zhang hao called for dramatics so here i am (≧∇≦)ﾉ ! self-indulgent as usual :)

WORDS: ~1450, EXTRA: music info and terms here !!

"That was wonderful playing earlier."

History doesn't even begin to describe what you have between you two.

Your friends could joke that there would be enough to write an opera. Star crossed and all. All about the virtuosos of violin and piano. Of Zhang Hao and you.

You want to hark it back to those fitful days in grade school. Full days of comparing sheet music, trying to one-up each other about the difficulty. Hao, and his too big violin case and you, trouncing him every talent show because his hands hadn't quite yet grown out of their stubbiness. The satisfaction in remembering those big whiny tears brings warmth to your soul.

Then, there came high school.

Oh, you loathe it; he doesn't. Not when his hands became a study in lines and grace. Envy would eat you alive if you had any less pride. But you weren't so above yourself to not look at him. Hard to not notice when he grows a head taller and of course, starts topping the local competitions only to shove it under your face.

Your parents loved it. Gave a reason to push you further and deeper into competitions and over the top galas. To push your fire against someone who was all finely diced ice. There was nothing you liked less when you wanted to live for the glory of the crowd, not medals and flowers.

Eyes followed you everywhere when he was in the picture. And yours always found his.

"Here to mock me?" you ask.

The laugh you draw is enchanting. "Never." And it's so sincere you might just believe it. "Just here to say my farewells."

The Winter Gala spins behind both of you: through a door, down some ornate stairs and into a pit of some thoroughly drunk musicians. From the balcony, only the trickles of laughter and music eke out the door. But you would hardly focus on that, not when Hao stands very plainly in front of you.

"Already? it's only an hour into reception." You twirl the champagne in your hand with consideration before you gesture him to come to where you lean on the balcony rail. "Thought you would stay to kiss ass with some of the others."

"Not this time. No, I mean..." The howl of the wind carries his unease. Traffic horns and gala laughter do nothing to smother whatever he tries to hide in his tone. You know him too well.

There's more than history between you two.

But whatever he says next has you rethinking everything. "I'm leaving, leaving. I won't be back in the country for a while so, here I am."

There's a moment where you think he's entirely pulling your leg. Pulling you along to another little joke at your expense. But you've known him your entire life at this point, and you’ve been through too much to realize that he’s not joking.

“… Am I the first to know?”

You count the beats and steady your breath. Years of this, all for what?

“Only Minghao-Ge and Junhui-Ge, and now you. But knowing them, they’ll be drunk enough tonight to let it slip,” he explains in this awfully fond tone. “Mark Lee from the LSO watched me perform at the showcase in July and scouted for me. I think he got on Junhui-Ge’s nerves with how much he emailed him.”

Medals and flowers. Smiles and bows. The curtain draws, where are you now?

"Congrats," you say after a second – watching nothing but your past fly by you. Despite the ache, you raise your glass. "Cheers," you smile and take a sip. Raising it into the moonlight and offering the glass to Hao for his own toast but he just shakes his head.

You pout. "Don’t like it?”

Instead, he takes the glass from you and settles it onto the edge. Pink dusts his cheeks as watches you from the corner of your eye. “Want to remember this.”

Heat flares to your cheeks at the weight of Hao’s words. A night to remember is one way to put it.

"So, when are you off to London?"

"This Monday."

You blink. "... That's fast."

"Why? You think you'll miss me?" and it's said with that smile of his. Infuriating and secret, so many layers of discourse that haunt you – it’s a memory that you'll take to the grave.

"Of course, it's you," you mutter, disgustingly honest with yourself. "It'll just be... quiet, without your excuse of music causing a riot." Honestly, you can barely hear Hao's chuckle when you're too stuck in your head to mind the charm in it.

You want to edge back into your comfort zone of easy quips, nothing serious but scathing wit. But nothing you say lights the fight that used to start so easy back when you two were younger. When your worries were small like the cars below.

A full look at his face is all you want to chance a glance for. What would you see? Remorse? Eagerness? Disappointment? You could read him like a book with a single glance, what’s stopping you now?

"What about you? are you going to stay in Singapore? I thought you'd be the one to chase excitement."

"I’ll chase whatever my parents dangle in front of me.” And the laugh he breathes is empty because you both know it’s bitter but true. Hao’s stood aside long enough to understand. So, when he sidles closer next to you it warms you more than they ever did. "Yixing-Ge told me he's also planning to leave for Boston, promised me that I'll get his seat when it happens."

"If it happens,” he teases.

"It’ll happen."

You nearly jump when you feel it. Hao’s warm hand on top of yours. It’s spindly and calloused, worn out in the way a weathered musician’s should be. It’s all you need to guide you back to where you are.

"I know you'll make it. Just make sure it's something you want.” Hao’s breath is right next to your ear. Clear as day and easy as a song. It’s so simple to say: take what you want.  

Blood in your ears, chest heaving, nothing to catch you when you fall but the discordant crash of keys.

It sounds like a melody.

"It's never going to be something I want."

"Then, what do you want?"

You.

Instead, you turn to face Zhang Hao. A challenge of a smile on your lips because you know where this ends.

To face the music, the crowd, the eyes that watch.

"What's it like? to chase a dream?" you ask.

Brutal, visceral, freeing. An infinite number of interpretations for one word.

The stage becomes your world, and the spotlight burns you alive. Pressure flays your skin even as your fingers glide across smooth keys and you hush your heaving breath. Running to your last page, heart in your hands, smearing red across white. There's no audience when you dream; you are your own critic, you are your own end, but your destiny is not you.

To chase a dream is to become raw.

"Like chasing you."

You hum low and satisfied. Carding a hand through Hao’s hair, you guide him down.

Kissing Zhang Hao feels like being on stage all over again. Being set on fire, skin flaying, blood rushing. It’s everything he isn’t, but everything you are.

You swallow his groan, biting across his lips as your hands trail down him. Everywhere you've wanted to touch feels unbearable. You want to chase this feeling: Hao's hands on your hips and cradling your jaw. Trailing his red ears and holding around his throat; it's little fires everywhere.

Distance doesn’t exist as you push into each other. Hao has you against the rail, hands cradling you like you’re his own instrument. Playing you to pluck you into satisfaction.

Years of us, made for this final movement.

This ache and greed that makes musicians like you two come alive. You know Hao as your years of black and white keys that haunt your dreams and make your reality. There isn’t a crevice in his mind you haven’t touched or a melody that he’s played where he never thought of you.

You hold Hao by the chin, determination set into your eyes and a chord of steel in your tone. "There better be a future for us – I’m not having you leave me here in your past.”

"Anything," he breathes against you. More than history. More than a future. Chasing your dream. "Anything for you."

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[soobnny]

[12:24 am] — park sunghoon. best friends to lovers. fluff. (0.8k words)

It’s past midnight. 

Sunghoon’s room is pitch black apart from the silver glow the moon had to offer, seeping through the silted space of his windows. 

Late hours like these are reserved for dreams and false realities and the comfort of your bed, and yet here you were, sitting on Sunghoon’s kitchen counter, cold marble under your legs that make you shiver just a little.

The kitchen’s cold aside from the heat from the to-be midnight meal that was drizzling on the pan. You’ve been sitting there for a while now, shuffling through ingredients to hand them to your self-proclaimed chef and best friend, Park Sunghoon. 

Something tells you you’ll be awake for hours more. 

And for a moment, it’s silent (aside from the sizzling and occasional flips of the omelette he was making). You don’t really need to say anything — you find that you don’t have to, somehow it’s always easier with each other.

You move as if the universe had crafted the world for only the two of you. You don’t know when you’d learned of each other’s mannerisms, but somewhere along your friendship (and the quiet tiptoeing of something more), you’d come to the point where you don’t need to tell each other what to do.

You’ve taught each other secret languages and signs you couldn’t speak with anyone else.

He gets the eggs. You grab the bowl. He holds his hand out for the fork he knows you have, and when you don’t give it to him in record time, there’s momentary teasing and laughing. He stirs the eggs, you’re setting up the pan. And yet no words were exchanged — just radio silence, static whizzing through the air.

Neither of you mind.

And it’s pure bliss that you’ve come to a point in your friendship where slipping between lazy laughter and completing each other’s actions is so easy. 

“You smell that?” His chin’s resting on your shoulder with a mischievous grin, trying to waft the air in your direction. You try to sniff out what smell he could’ve possibly meant. It’s just the smell of egg, but Sunghoon finds a way to exaggerate it. “It smells like you’re about to eat the best meal you’ll ever have in your life.” 

He stands with pride, back straightened in pure satisfaction as he grabs the pan. You don’t understand how comfort and radiating warmth emanates around him even though he’s doing something as trivial as evenly fractioning the omelette on two plates for the pair of you.

“You’re not so useless after all.” He laughs at this, and he contemplates holding your plate up above your head for the comment you made, but decides against it because he can’t risk stopping you mid-laughter. You look too beautiful to interrupt.

When he digs into his plate, you’re jumping off of the counter to look for the salt (he chuckles to himself at your need to add even more salt, it was so… you.). You quietly grumble when you find it out of arm’s reach — but seeing that Sungoon’s too busy eating his food, you make it a personal mission to get it yourself. And yet, this still doesn’t get you your salt and you’re getting way too tired and grumpy.

You just want your fucking salt. “Who even puts salt on the highest counter?” You grumble to yourself, eyeing it venomously, as if the condiment had been the root of all your life’s problems.

Jumping back down on the ground, ready to resign and whine for the rest of the night, you’re surprised to feel a rather toned chest against your back, and a much taller Sunghoon grabs the salt with ease. “You could’ve just asked, you know.” 

His smile morphs into a smirk, voice teasing as he hands you what you’ve been trying to reach for a while now. You don’t give him the satisfaction of your grateful sigh. “You’re not gonna keep making me eat by myself now that you have your salt, right?”

He has an arm wrapped around your shoulder, guiding you towards the dining table. 

You don’t regret staying up until the wink of the night when you take a mouthful of the omelette. “This is actually really good. Are we sure we made this together?” 

Sunghoon laughs at your pessimism on your shared cooking skills. It’s reasonable given the amount of times you’d almost burnt down the very kitchen you were in a few minutes ago, so the edible omelette is a shared success in your cooking. Nevermind how eggs might be one of the easiest meals to cook. 

“We’d make a pretty good couple, don’t you think?” 

It’s meant to be a joke from the way you two easily navigate around the kitchen together, and yet a fond smile eats away at Sunghoon’s lips. And as you keep digging into your food, you don’t notice the way his expression softens and the slight droop of his eyes in admiration as he looks at you.

“Yeah, we sure would.”

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[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

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Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He’s forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son’s Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, OC, Peli Motto, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wedge Antilles, The Armorer.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, Gai Bal Manda, Blindfolds, Sub Din Undertones, Fantasies, Jealous Luke, Keldabe Kiss, Smut, Jealous Din, Dirty Talk, Face Reveal.

Chapters: 37/?

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Din hummed and walked to Grogu's room, Luke was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, the child was playing by his side with a tiny lightsaber and there were crayons around him, Din's stomach clenched thinking back to the day he saw his ad'ika on Coruscant for the first time since he left him under Luke's care, but this time the sight was heart wrenching. Luke looked at him with sadness in his eyes, he blinked, his expression exuding calmness in a way that took Din's breath away.

"I heard him." He said quietly, breaking Din's heart.

"Luke..." Din pleaded tilting his head.

"He has a point." Luke cut him off.

Chapter 37: Strength

To Din's surprise, when the door slid open Miko wasn't there, a blue helmet appeared in front of him instead.

"Vizsla?" Din asked cocking his head, he frowned behind his visor.

"Vod." The taller mandalorian paused "She's here."

Din cast a glance at Luke and Grogu behind him before looking at Paz again "Where's she?" He could feel the way his heartbeat sped up, his breath hitched as his vod nodded.

"Come with me."

Paz walked Din to his bedroom, the latter widened his eyes when he finally saw her, stoic and imposing as always, just like Din remembered her.

"Mand'alor." She nodded at Din as Paz closed the door behind him.

Din swallowed through the lump in his throat "It's been hard here without you." He said under his breath, almost incredulous.

She was standing by the window, arms folded behind her back, her horned gold beskar helmet shining faintly under the dim light, her fur coat wrapping her shoulders making her look like royalty, maybe she was meant to be their one and rightful ruler. Maybe. Din blinked astonished when she took a few steps forward "I'm with my people now."

The Armorer moved her hands forward slowly, her visor fixed on Din's "I heard about the situation, Vizsla filled me in."

"I won't give them what they want." He tilted his helmet "They should pay for what they've done." He added and he was certain about that.

"It amuses me, the fact that you didn't notice." The Armorer said moving her head to stare at Paz who was standing right beside Din.

Confusion took Din completely "Didn't notice what exactly?" He inquired.

"When I walked the distance between the ship that took me here and the headquarters I came across some of these protesters." She stressed the last word. "I would recognize one of the armours I forged in total darkness. These are not mandalorian."

That statement made Din startle, sending shivers down his spine "What?"

"They're wearing your dead tribe siblings' armours, these are the same beskar'gam that we left behind on Nevarro, when Gideon's people attacked our covert."

Din's heart skipped a beat as he felt the way his chest started to tighten "No." He muttered through gritted teeth, his hands curling into fists.

"My guess... they're imps posing as mandalorians."

His knees weakened all of a sudden "No." He said again shaking his head vigorously.

Everything around Din narrowed down to that very moment, to those very words. Suddenly all the suffering, all the pain lost its meaning, they've been dancing to these people's demands in order to preserve peace, but peace was never an option, the Armorer exposed their deceit and it became clear, Mandalore has been infiltrated by Gideon's imps in order to infect its people.

"You must be cautious if you want to see our people united." The Armorer said bringing him out of his mind. "One false move and Mandalore would remain fractured."

Din frowned looking down, his fingers resting on the hilt of the darksaber, he sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"We have no time, the council will be ready to receive you any minute now." Paz declared, resting his hand on Din's pauldron.

They had no time.

~

Din walked into the council chamber making everyone inside the room set eyes on him as he moved aside only to reveal the two force-users behind him. The blonde Jedi was dressed in black with his long cloak wrapped around his shoulders, his expression stern but serene somehow, Din glimpsed at him, only Jedi could attain such balance, a Jedi, his Jedi. Luke was holding baby Grogu, securing him in his arms, the child was facing the council with curious eyes, almost expectant, his little hand clutching his Master's sleeve, he tilted his head letting out a little sound, Luke nodded caressing his back. Din's eyes softened behind his helmet, he knew that they were sharing thoughts through the force and his heart soared.

"What is this?" Bo-Katan's voice broke his absorption. She pressed her hands against the surface of the table "This is a council meeting, what is the Jedi doing here?" She asked and Din could tell she was certainly irked just by the tone of her voice.

"I want him to be here." Din stated and dismissed the subject in a heartbeat "I'm going to be brief." He fixed his visor on Shrune "The wedding won't happen. The deal is off."

Some of the council members let out an audible gasp, Shrune lowered his gaze, avoiding Din's visor while Bo-Katan shook her head chuckling "You can't be serious." She added staring at Din. "We've already given our word!"

"I won't negotiate with terrorists." Din deadpanned making her stop in her tracks, her body stiffened all of a sudden, it looked like she was holding her breath. She kept staring at him in silence. Din shifted his weight from one foot to the other, hand curled around the darksaber's hilt "You negotiated with them, not me. You made this arrangement with them behind my back, behind our people's back, and you call yourselves mandalorians." He started walking from one side of the room to the other, helmet pointing at them "They are holding us hostages on our own home planet and you turn a blind eye to that. They killed our people and vandalized our headquarters in order to twist our arm, and you gave in. You offered them what they wanted, willingly." He took a few steps forward coming to a halt in front of the table, facing Shrune. He leaned forward putting the darksaber on the table, not breaking eye contact with the elder member of the council, the man he looked up to since the day he set foot on Mandalore. "I'm The Mand'alor and I say they need to answer for their actions."

He leaned back and Shrune shifted his gaze from Din's visor to the saber on the table, the old man frowned looking at him again, he took in a sharp inhale "We, as the council, would never go against our Mand'alor's will." He looked at the rest of the members "Our Mand'alor has spoken and we should agree to his request."

"This is madness!" Bo-Katan finally said "This will take us down the path we were desperately trying to elude."

Shrune shook his head "Maybe we were already there..." He looked at Din tilting his head "And we were just fooling ourselves."

"No." She retorted standing up "We're not doing this, Djarin!" She narrowed her eyes pointing a finger at him "They will attack us the second they learn you're not uniting our houses."

"And we'll be waiting for them." Din said grabbing the darksaber and clipping it back to his utility belt "We count with a Jedi knight in our ranks now." He said waving his hand towards Luke who was still standing by the entrance with Grogu nestled in his arms. He carefully tried to assess Luke's expression in order to find the slightest hint of discomfort, his little Jedi looked undisturbed, but again, Jedi were good at hiding emotion and although Din knew Luke gave him his word, he couldn't help but think that maybe he was asking for too much, involving him directly like this.

"He's a foreigner, he's not one of us. You're crossing the line here." Bo-Katan argued but Shrune dissuaded her by clearing his throat and glaring at her.

"The wedding is cancelled, still we need to map out a plan, we won't say a word about this for the time being, I count on your discretion until then." He looked around nodding, before looking at Din again "Thank you, Your highness."

Din nodded at him and turned around, he could hear the voices mingling behind him, the whispers, the concern, but he wouldn't go back. This is the way.

He reached out to hold Grogu's hand and baby cooed staring at him with big brown eyes, he absentmindedly put his free hand on Luke's waist, looking at his blue eyes and the Jedi's lips curled up slightly. Suddenly Luke's eyes moved from Din to his side, Bo-Katan appeared behind The Mand'alor, looking Luke straight in the eye.

"All this because you..." She looked at Din's black visor and then she shifted her gaze to Luke "Because you're in love?" She squinted and then looked Luke up and down but he didn't make a move, he didn't make a sound.

Din swallowed tightly, granted, when this started, his initial concern was indeed about Luke, his Luke, but it progressively became bigger and deeper than that. He released his ad'ika's little hand and withdrew his hand from Luke's waist to face Bo-Katan Kryze, he tilted down his helmet, visor fixed on her face "You didn't hear a word I had spoken, did you?" He asked, his voice giving away his annoyance.

She tossed her head back, her nostrils flared before she put her helmet on and walked away from him. Din was flexing his hands in an attempt to remain composed but his blood was boiling inside his veins and he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, did she know about it? Did she know these were imperials in mandalorian armour?

He was still staring at her retreating form when Paz leaned in to whisper to him "Shrune will see you in private right away, vod. Wait for him in your chamber." Din nodded and looked at Luke. His Jedi squeezed his hand in a reassuring way, making Din feel grateful for having him in his life.

The way I love you, cyare.

~

Din was sitting on the couch, resting his feet on the caf table, Grogu was sitting in his lap playing with his shiny ball, Din's hands stroking baby's back, he smiled staring at his little face, then he sighed resting the back of his head on the backrest, his mind going back to Shrune's reaction when he finally informed him of the nature of the protesters, their true identities, in the privacy of his room. He sighed again making Grogu perk his ears. Din squeezed his eyes shut and then, the warmth of two gentle hands on his shoulders soothed him, this time he sighed pleased and opened his eyes slowly, his little Jedi was standing behind the couch leaning forward, his beautiful face hovering over Din's, the blonde smiled fondly before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips, then he moved to kiss his forehead and Din relished in the softness and serenity his little clan was offering him.

If I could I would fall in love with you two all over again. Every day of my life.

"Shrune looked very disturbed." He said frowning.

"He was." Luke replied squeezing his shoulders.

"Cyare, I can't believe it, I still can't wrap my head around it. Imperials... wearing my dead siblings' armour-" His voice trailed off "Siblings they killed when I decided to rescue Grogu from the client."

Luke shushed him "Stop right there, I know where you're going."

Din shrugged "I know, I can't change the past."

"Right, love. But we can make things better."

We. How beautiful it sounded. A reality, no longer a promise.

Luke massaged his scalp, softly, eliciting a sigh from Din, pleased, he rubbed Grogu's ear with his fingers and baby giggled. This was heaven. The calm before the storm.

~

Shrune came back later, he walked into the chamber looking down and scratching his gray beard.

"I informed the council about the imperials." He pursed his lips "But, Mand'alor, did you realize that we can't tell real mandalorians from imposers just by looking at them?"

"My tribe leader can." Din swayed on his feet resting both hands on his hips.

"Alright, yes, our Armorer could do that, still, did you consider that they mingled with our people for almost a year? I can assure you that there are real mandalorians supporting their cause, their position, their beliefs as we talk."

Fuck. Din didn't even think about it. He let out a sharp breath as his shoulders sagged.

"I'm sorry son, but this is not that simple." He closed the distance between them and rested a hand on Din's pauldron.

Din looked at him almost defeated behind his visor "But when they realize they were supporting imps that killed our siblings they will change their mind."

Shrune pressed his lips together and nodded "They might. Still, I need to ask you something." He looked pointedly at Din's visor "If we are going to do this we should be convincing, show them that we're approaching the matter in good faith." He clicked his tongue "The Jedi is a problem, he must leave Mandalore as soon as possible."

His words made Din feel chills and his gut crawled in a very unpleasant way "No." He said flatly "He's a member of my Royal guard."

Shrune sighed, his eyes looked full of compassion, still Din felt utterly affronted by his request "I'm begging you, my Mand'alor. Please, I do believe that having him as a guard would be advantageous, notwithstanding Lady Kryze is right, our people consider him an enemy, it's not wise to keep him around while we breach the agreement." He frowned "Besides, they would believe you're breaking the deal because of him, we don't need distractions."

No. Din shook his head slowly.

"Please, son. He could return when this is over, please, meet me halfway here."

Din hummed and walked to Grogu's room, Luke was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, the child was playing by his side with a tiny lightsaber and there were crayons around him, Din's stomach clenched thinking back to the day he saw his ad'ika on Coruscant for the first time since he left him under Luke's care, but this time the sight was heart wrenching. Luke looked at him with sadness in his eyes, he blinked, his expression exuding calmness in a way that took Din's breath away.

"I heard him." He said quietly, breaking Din's heart.

"Luke..." Din pleaded tilting his head.

"He has a point." Luke cut him off.

Din took a few steps back and looked at Shrune who was still standing by the main door, he reluctantly nodded at the old man, and he nodded back before leaving the chamber. Din looked at his cyare again, exhausted and infuriated by his people's constant push, and he was taken aback by the way Luke's expression changed, little Jedi grimaced while getting on his feet slowly, even when he tried to hide it, it seemed that he was feeling the same way as Din was feeling about this matter after all.

~

Din spent the rest of the evening and the night working on a plan, meeting with the council in public as well as meeting with Paz, Koska and the Armorer in secret, but it was worth it, he wanted to put an end to this nonsense. He was focused on the task but he couldn't help letting his mind go to Grogu and Luke now and then, all by themselves inside his chamber, maybe missing him as much as he was clearly missing them, missing their affection.

And Luke.

The council scheduled his departure. The Jedi was leaving Mandalore the next morning when every living soul in town could witness him getting on Paz Vizsla' ship.

It was still dark outside when Din entered his chamber, he walked to the main room and the sight of his clan mended his broken heart. They were in Din's bed, both of them peacefully sleeping, they were lying on their side, Grogu's head was resting on Luke's outstretched arm, while he was holding the baby's little body close to his chest with his free hand. Din swallowed through the lump in his throat as tears started prickling at the corner of his eyes. He removed his helmet and kept walking, finally crawling into bed, Luke hummed frowning, eyes still closed as Din's hand slid from his waist to his stomach.

"Hi, babe." Din whispered softly in his ear before pressing a kiss on his temple "It's all set." He added staring at his blonde hair as he started rubbing circles on his stomach through his shirt shifting behind Luke to cuddle him. Luke smiled pleased and pressed against him.

"Good." Luke murmured.

Din chuckled closing his eyes, the sound of Grogu's snoring filling the silence surrounding them while he fell asleep embracing his man and his son, wishing he could stay in that moment forever.

~

The sun was out, casting shadows over the dusty streets of Mandalore as a cloaked form walked from the headquarters to the royal guard's ship, all eyes were suddenly on him, he was escorted by Paz and Koska, his hood covering his head only revealing his mouth and chin, people turned their heads incredulous to look closely to the Jedi as he walked up the ramp.

The Mand'alor was watching from afar, standing on the headquarters front step, he kept staring at the ship until it finally took off as he heard indistinct murmuring coming from the street, he looked around, everybody seemed flabbergasted, astonished. Bo-Katan looked at him sideways, she nodded in silence and he glared at her behind his helmet for a while before entering the building.

Din locked himself inside his chamber for the rest of the day. No one would dare to pester him, everyone seemed to understand that the Jedi was more than just a guest to The Mand'alor, that day everything remained quiet while their leader spent hours with his ad'ika in the royal room.

The night came again and he tucked the sleepy baby in, leaving him in his own room as he walked to the center of the chamber and sat down on the couch, he huffed leaning back staring at the ceiling. He missed Luke. He missed him with every fiber of his being.

Finally, a knock on the door. He grabbed his helmet and put it back on "Come in." He said standing up. The door slid open and the Armorer walked in with another mandalorian beside her. Din curled his hands into fists. They walked, closing the distance, coming to a halt a few feet away from him. Din set his eyes on the mandalorian next to her, their helmet was painted in black and dark green and the rest of the armour remained silver, unpainted, untouched.

The Armorer broke the silence "Silver, black and green. The colours of your clan." She nodded at Din.

Din's heartbeat sped up when the mandalorian removed their helmet and blue eyes met his visor, a mop of blonde hair all tousled and ruffled appearing before him making his breath quicken.

"I leave you now. This is the way." The Armorer said as she walked out of the chamber.

Din was blinking behind his visor, gaping at the man in front of him. His eyes roamed all over his form until he finally fixed them on his pauldron, the image of a mudhorn adorning it.

"Please, say something." Luke said with a trembling voice, Din tried to speak but he couldn't, not even in his wildest dreams did he imagine Luke Skywalker, his Luke Skywalker, wearing a mandalorian armour. And Gods, he looked breathtaking.

"I love you." Din finally said absentmindedly, reaching out to caress Luke's pauldron, the tip of his fingers brushing the edges of the mudhorn symbol, Luke shrugged slightly pressing his lips together and looking at Din through his eyelashes. "Kriff, Luke... I'm-" Speechless. "Uh, you are-" He couldn't find the words.

"Yours." Luke added grabbing his gloved hand to press his palm against his chest plate and Din's heart leapt in his chest, he could feel the way his cheeks were burning all of a sudden as something pleasant squirmed in his gut. It was curious but since they set foot on Mandalore they hardly felt the need to feel each other, to love each other, the drama around them killed the passion, the burning, the desire, and something was coming back to Din. He withdrew his hand from Luke's chest plate and removed his helmet, he cupped Luke's face pressing their bodies together in the process, looking into his blue eyes.

"You look perfect, you're a walking dream, Luke." He kissed him softly, with open eyes basking in the way Luke melted against him. Little Jedi moved his arms to hold him, soothing his hands on his back as Din nibbled at his bottom lip making him purr. "Perfect, cyar'ika. Perfect." He said under his breath as the tip of Luke's tongue trailed his upper lip.

"I want-" Luke said digging his fingers into Din's waist.

"You got it." Din groaned.

Luke tossed his head back chuckling "You didn't even know what I was about to say." He rested his hands on Din's pauldrons smirking sultry at him.

"I can tell what you want, I can feel it." Din moved his hand down between their bodies to squeeze Luke's hardening cock making him hiss "I missed you, cyar'ika. I missed this." He added, rubbing Luke's length through the fabric of his pants. "Good thing you're not wearing a codpiece." He snorted out a laugh while Luke pressed his face against his mirroring him, for the first time in a while they were enjoying themselves and Din couldn't get enough of that.

"Din." Luke breathed out glancing at Grogu's bedroom's door.

"He's sleeping." He leaned in ducking his head, he buried his face in Luke's neck, his lips brushing his skin before peppering it with kisses "Now, go on, tell me, what do you want?" He asked, his mustache tickling his ear and he could feel the way Luke shivered in his arms.

Luke blinked a few times boring into his brown eyes, smiling, lips partially open as he slid his thigh to place it between Din's and he started rubbing it against Din's crotch. Din's head was spinning only by feeling the hard beskar of the Jedi's cuisse against his own arousal, unlike Luke, he was already rock hard "Use your imagination, Mand'alor." He whispered in his ear, his voice thick with want, making Din's skin prickle.

Din pulled back staring at his eyes "As you wish, Jedi." A lopsided smile crossing his features as he started ushering Luke to the main room by tugging at his utility belt. A walking dream, his blonde Jedi, his mandalorian Jedi. And they were still together, against all odds, no matter what.

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #dinluke fanfiction #clan of warriors fanfic #skydalorian

[mercurygray]

Elaborating on a line in your recent fic, where Harwin mused that if he were the First Men, Rhaenyra would be his wife....

How about something a bit further back in history for those two, if they lived different lives at different times? (Even memories of a potential past life together)

Juno xx

His lover is beautiful when she sleeps.

In the quiet of her bedchamber, the storm around them fades away, and she does not wear the same cares the world drapes around her shoulders. She says, too, that she sleeps better when he is here, though he's never quite believed that. But maybe there is some truth to it - behind her doors she can lay aside her responsibilities and the woman she is supposed to be, and be only what she is.

Because she is to be so many things, isn't she? He traces the hair around her sleeping face as he names her future and her present titles. Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the Realm, the Realm's Delight.

Things would be different, he thinks to himself, if she truly were the queen of the Andals, or the Rhoynar, or the First Men. The First Men stole their brides from their fathers, didn't they, and carried them away to their holdfasts? I could have done that - she could have been mine.

Somewhere in his dreams he has done this - taken her and left the hall where she was to wed Ser Laenor. But that is a different time and a different place and a different Rhaenyra - for she did not know him well at her wedding, and he does not like the idea of taking her by force.

In his dreams, he can see it - the timbered hall filled with smoke and the smell of roasting meat, the king in his great chair with his drinking horn, his daughter at his side. The Iron Throne is centuries away, and the crown the king wears is not Aegon's, but even here she would still have hair like silver, gleaming in the firelight, eyes meeting his across the room.

"Do you think they'd just let themselves be taken?" His sisters debated this heavily, when they first learned the histories from their septa. "I would fight the first man who tried to claim me." Lynesse, the elder of the two, is adamant in this. (She and Alys are really only his half sisters, and much younger, but he is still thier brother, and brothers make time for thier sisters.) He can see this, now, having done it once - can still feel Rhaenyra's body against his shoulder and his head, the way her hands hit him to let her down. Her waist was still a slender girl's and his arm fit easily around it. But her blows hardly left a mark on him.

"Maybe they wanted to leave." Alys, the younger, is a dreamer. Their father used to read her stories and it shows - different stories than the ones Lyonel Strong told his firstborn son. "Maybe they'd met in secret, and made plans, and when the day came they only made a fuss so that it looked right."

He can see that clearly, too - the princess in her stolen moments, where her father cannot see, making plans with her chosen companion, how his men will ride in and she will ride away with them. This Rhaenyra is bolder, untroubled by the bloody hall her marriage started in and the husband who loves her only in little ways. She knows her worth, and does not let others make decisions for her - a fitting heir for her inheritance. This Rhaenyra killed the white stag, in the Kingswood, and kept the pelt for her chambers, daring others to deny her birthright. She stands taller, and speaks louder, and she does not have to hide from the world in her chamber.

Cruel world, that we were denied that woman. She would have been fearsome to behold.

Their own story has a little bit of both in it - that he stole her but did not keep her, that they made their plans and acted in secret. But the truth remains - she is not his alone. They are a secret still, confined to bedchambers and behind closed doors.

The woman herself finally wakes, lifting a hand up to his face, fingers brushing his beard. "What are you thinking about?"

"Old things," Harwin says, brushing it away. "Dreams."

Rhaenyra only smiles. "Tell me about them."

So he does. (His lover is beautiful in waking, too. She is beautiful always, and he hopes he tells her enough he would love her in whatever time and place they find each other.)

#i have written a thing #rhaenyra x harwin #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong #thirsty thursday #rhaewin #mercurygraypresents

[taruruchi]

Twst oc and character ships as Taylor Swift lyrics

Tagging: @emizel @solxima @linawritestwst The names of your ocs colored so it's easier to find them! The colors are Lina, Sol, Lin, and me!

YAY LET'S GO finally posting something after 102038490134 years of not making any content. And happy holidays to everyone!! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!!

HAYDEN

“I want you to know I'm a mirrorball. I'll show you every version of yourself tonight. ... And when I break, it's in a million pieces.” (mirrorball, folklore)

“By morning, gone was any trace of you. I think I am finally clean.” (Clean, 1989)

I chose the first part because at first, Hayden keeps trying to reflect what someone wants, right? Whether they want someone like them, someone they admire, etc. And wouldn't he get exhausted because of that at some point? He has to put up a facade with so many people. As for Clean, this is after his redemption arc, when he doesn't have to always keep up his facade anymore! Especially with Riley since he can be himself around him without any judgment! (Bonus: "You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinnin' in my highest heels, love..." because haha he wears heels since he's short I say while he's taller than me)

SETH x ROLLO

“I'm the one who burned us down, but it's not what I meant. Sorry that I hurt you. [inserts the rest of the chorus]” (Afterglow, Lover)

“'Cause you could be the one that I love. I could be the one you dream of. A message in a bottle is all I can do, standing here hoping it gets to you.” (Message In A Bottle, Red)

Okay first of all, we had that small bit where Hayden danced with Rollo instead while Seth had to go with the NRC students to safety, right? So yeah Rollo didn't mean to hurt Seth, he just wanted to reach his goal (which I can't really talk about because I haven't watched the event myself). Now the second one happens some time afterwards, when they're together. It reminds me of them because of their long distance relationship, you know? While they're apart, all they can do is send each other letters/texts which isn't always enough, and that's why they hope that their love can reach each other!

ROLAND

“I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night and now I see daylight, I only see daylight.” (Daylight, Lover)

The first two lines... basically he's obsessed with his s/o, right? But in my view, this is when he finally finds "the one for him" so he's not as possessive anymore! That's why we have the next line: "Now I see daylight." Once he finds this person, he can finally love in a healthy way and he's just!! happy with his s/o!! i just want him to be happy too :((

LUMI x MILES

“There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. [proceeds to insert the whole song]” (Enchanted, Speak Now)

This absolutely 100% is giving those scenarios sol wrote where they were dancing and aaaaa they're they them just 🥺 because like when Miles went to that party to save Lumi from all those people and they ended up having fun!! Lumi was dreading spending the whole party alone but Miles comes in and dances with her!!

IGNIS x MEDITRINA

“Laughing with my feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend. ... Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us.” (Maroon, Midnights)

So basically sol's ocs are just a big group of friends, right? That's why the first line reminded me of them! And especially because of Ignis, they're both laughing together and having fun. The second line is just Meditrina getting "roses" from Ignis and noticing they're actually carnations because despite having a plant expert gf, he's still a little dumb ksjkdks (affectionate)

IVY x VIL

“Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.” (Red, Red)

“I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who's desperately in love with you. Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar. [inserts just about the rest of the song]” (SuperStar, Fearless)

Down bad, down horrendous. That's really all I can say about the first thing. The second is just Vil being the super famous celebrity that he is and Ivy being, well, in the crowd cheering him on. Despite that, he still notices her and is just being the amazing person he is! He's incredibly polite and gives her a signed picture of him! It sounds like an idol x fan au and I know that's not the case, but it just sounded like it fits and I think it's cute

VANCE x RILEY

“Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, 'You're my best friend.' And you knew what it was: he is in love.” (You Are In Love, 1989)

They're just. Tiny!! Small!! They start off as friends then they start to see they like each other, the good old friends to lovers!!! They're spending time together one day and all of a sudden, (what I think is) Vance realizes he likes Riley and ajsnndkcmksnd (This also reminds me of that one short scenario about Vance and Bobbie. Y'all remember that?)

ALLEN x NEMIS

“Wasn't it beautiful running wild 'til you fell asleep before the monsters caught up to you? ... Your string of lights are still bright to me. Who you are is not where you've been. You're still an innocent.” (Innocent, Speak Now)

They both had childhoods where they had fun: Allen played with Lumi and Nemis was happy with her sisters and parents. That's until Allen lost his best friend and, well, it went downhill. For Nemis, (I'm realizing I haven't talked about this enough) she lost her parents, the two people who were able to calm her down whenever she was upset. I can see them both seeing past each other's faults and telling the other that it'll be all right from then on because no matter what happened in the past, they're still the same innocent person.

HAYDEN x ELPYS

“This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me.” (Delicate, reputation)

Hayden is really out here getting another part. Anyway, this is also after Overblot™ and his reputation went 📉📉📉 which means!! Whoever likes him has to like the real him, without putting on a mask! That's how we get to Elpys has always been open to befriending him even before his overblot and yayyy that's all, I want them to find happiness

RHYNSTINE x RUGGIE

“We are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet. Baby, we're the new romantics! The best people in life are free!” (New Romantics, 1989)

This happened so suddenly—I was just sitting down and thinking who would've fit Rhyne and for some reason it just feels like a fun dynamic?? I think Ruggie would help Rhyne take her mind off things (because she's constantly worried about something) but he'd also have the capacity to help her out when she needs it! Meanwhile Rhyne is looking after Ruggie as well because that's just in her nature PLUS she scolds Leona. Which is the best part. Also in my head they just look cute together 🥺

CIRCE x FLOYD

“Yeah, we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. It's miserable and magical! ... Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22!” (22, Red)

They're both so energetic and just !!!! Whenever they're together, it's all laughter and smiles. I know Circe isn't good at dancing, but as long as she's having fun then it's okay! Circe's also got her story of being bullied and that's why she escapes to Mostro Lounge, right? That's why I thought the lyrics fit even more. Then Floyd greets her with a big hug and brings her mind away from her bad day and aaaaa they're so adorable together

IVY x JAMIL

“'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light.” (All Too Well, Red)

Ivy absolutely helps Jamil rest. She might drive him up the wall sometimes, but Jamil appreciates her nonetheless. I can definitely see this scene happening. Jamil is working late in the kitchen because apparently Kalim had invited people over to the dorm for brunch together. Ivy sees him and she asks him to take a break, ending up with them dancing with each other.

COLETTE x TITUS

“All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm. He built a fire just to keep me warm.” (Call It What You Want, reputation)

When I thought of this, I was thinking this was sort of after Colette ran away from home and met Titus. She was mad at her family for replacing her, and meanwhile Titus looked after her since she was unfamiliar with living without the care of her family. I like how Titus cares for her as the pain from being replaced is still fresh, even though they just met and they don't know each other. I think it's sweet!

REAL!JAY x ELPYS

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.” (cardigan, folklore)

So Jay is just in Ramshackle living that No Lifer Life (me too, my dude). It's like he's forgotten and he can't be as good as the others, like an old cardigan. But nevertheless, Elpys comes over and tries to bring him out to the sun! She doesn't mind that he seems like he won't grow into a successful person, he's still one of the people she likes to hang around with the most and she'll be with him until he can bring himself to the light on his own!

IRIS x ONYX

“All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting ... Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend.” (Dress, reputation)

You can tell this is from Onyx's pov 😭 He has been pining for how long?? And yeah he just really likes Iris but there's been no progress !! At all !! Even though Onyx really likes her and he's absolutely SMITTEN. I hope he does get his chance soon! Also I know the rest of the lyrics and yeah it doesn't fit them at that point. That's why it's just that

ARIETTA x YULE

“And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress fearless.” (Fearless, Fearless)

I genuinely think they'd do this. Like, imagine: they're walking home from a party or something else and it starts to rain but they're in a (how do you describe it) happy mood that can't be ruined so they just start dancing in the rain together with no worries in the world. It seems like a very ariyule moment to be and it's !!!! no comprehensible thoughts, just them

TARUCHI x AZUL

“All this time I didn't know you were breakin' down. I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around. Too young to know it gets better. I'll be summer sun for you forever.” (Forever Winter, Red)

I guess this would be around Chapter 3 era? So basically Taruchi hearing Azul's backstory. After that she does her absolute best to assure Azul of his abilities and be genuine with him so he doesn't think she has some underlying motive. I absolutely 100% believe that he would be more comfortable and vulnerable with her

MERRILL x ESTELLE

“Staring at the ceiling with you, oh, you don't ever say too much. And you don't really read into my melancholia.” (Lavender Haze, Midnights)

Estelle is more emotional and vulnerable around people she's close to, that's why I chose this. And I absolutely love the vibes the song has, I'd love for them to have this song. I imagine Merrill doesn't judge her at all, and she does the same for him. I love the mutual understanding and trust they have, I think it's really sweet and I LOVE THEM !!!

EUREKA x EPEL

“You're beautiful. Every little piece, love, don't you know? You're really gonna be someone.” (Stay Beautiful, Taylor Swift)

In my imagination, Eureka is admiring Epel in her head (and accidentally blurting it out sometimes) and she thinks he's beautiful, inside and out! She absolutely believes that he can be the person he wants to be in the future, and she hopes he can stay just as beautiful as he is now. That's what I think, at least!

ACHLYMNA x JADE

“I know looks can be deceiving, but I know I saw a light in you. And as we walked ,we would talk and I didn't say half the things I wanted to.” (Hey Stephen, Fearless)

Everyone thinks Jade is scary, but it was sort of different for Nana. Yeah, she also thought he was scary but when she finally talked to him, she didn't think that anymore. They talked for a long while and she really enjoyed it, which was strange for her since she doesn't usually talk a lot nor enjoy talking to most people. Even more surprising, she wanted to talk more. so yea !!

LISE x IDIA

“And then you say I want you for worse or for better. I would wait for ever and ever. Broke your heart, I'll put it back together. I would wait for ever and ever.” (How You Get the Girl, 1989)

Listen, I know their relationship is sort of angsty, but consider. After both of their arcs (chapter 6 and lise with her family stuff). They stick together, through bad or worse, through all their problems! They might have pushed each other away at one or some points, but they still managed to go back to each other! Look at them, battling through everything life throws at them together!! Only true gamers know the cheat codes and special moves they use to get through all that

IVY x SEBASTIAN

“Light pink sky up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew. Twenty questions, we tell the truth. You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too. Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand.” (It's Nice to Have a Friend, Lover)

This seems very casual... which I like. I like to think they spend their time like that. Sebastian being stressed from doing so much work and Ivy helping him relax by just. relaxing and doing simple every day things <3 and since Sebastian is more shy (I assume since he's infp) the touching hands part seems cuter

[ Note: I started getting tired at this point so they're shorter ]

BLANCA x MALLEUS

“Ugh, so he calls me up and he's like, 'I still love you.' And I'm like, 'I just, I mean, this is exhausting, you know? Like, we are never getting back together, like, ever.'” (We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, Red)

Blanca got an epiphany and realized that she was better than Malleus could ever be 🧘‍♀️ What a queen ❗

TARUCHI x AZUL (2)

“And I know you could fall for a thousand kings, and hearts that could give you a diamond ring. When I fold, you see the best in me.” (The Joker and the Queen)

Okay so if the first is from Taruchi's pov, this one is Azul's. Even though Azul could be at his low and others could treat her better, she still sticks to him and loves him. As I recently learned from a movie I watched (I think it was Set It Up), "You like because, and you love despite."

IVY x VIL (2)

“I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own. I made up my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago. Now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes.” (King of My Heart, reputation)

Ivy saying she doesn't serve anyone and she can carry herself but suddenly meeting Vil and going 🧎‍♀️ and he IS the king of her heart

RAMSHACKLE GANG

“Long live all the mountains we moved. I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.” (Long Live, Speak Now)

I absolutely love this song and it think it fits their friendship a lot!! As the main group™ they've been through a lot together and of course they fully trust each other. All that time they spend together is treasured because they're practically family now!! I love them so so much and. And they. When they <3

IVY x TREY

“Seems like there's always someone who disapproves. They'll judge it like they know about me and you. And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury's out, but my choice is you.” (Ours, Speak Now)

This is just because most people think Trey is boring but sol omg your version of Trey is *chef's kiss* It seems like a sweet ship <3

DEIMA x KALIM

“Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain. 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.” (Sparks Fky, Speak Now)

I like dynamics like this, they're very cute! Deima getting butterflies whenever Kalim approaches her, it's so 🥺 Kalim is just instant serotonin. She's lacked a constant person to rely on and to cheer her on so I think Kalim would really help her with that and it makes me so happy

#☆ taruchi talks ocs 💭 #☆ taruchi's writings ✍️ #☆ a friend!! lin 🧁 #☆ a friend!! bree 🌹 #☆ a friend!! lina 🌷 #☆ a friend!! sol 🕯️ #☆ the rarest seashell: arietta marcurio 🧜‍♀️ #☆ the lost girl: mini taruchi 💙 #☆ the fanciful lad with a hat: miles ponder 🎩 #☆ the picky fashionista: rhynstine feinsince 💄 #☆ the blue intellect: achlymna feinsince 📘 #☆ the joyful optimist: elpys feinsince 🎶 #☆ the hot headed rascal: nemis feinsince 💢 #☆ the fearful worrywart: deima feinsince 🗯️

[ggukiepie]

9. “However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.” please!! and thank you in advance <33

pairing: jimin x reader

tags: angst (?), lovers exes to lovers, fluff but not really, sfw

wc: 0.5k

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You're frozen in place. You didn't know he would show up, didn't know he'd remember the little promise you both made almost twenty years ago. Jimin looks so different in many ways, but he also still looks the same.

His hair is longer, black strands tucked behind his ears, ears that used to be littered with piercings but now have none. He looks so mature now--of course, it probably has something to do with the age. But he stands taller, confident, more sure of himself. He dresses more maturely, too, and you hope he achieved his dream of starting his own company.

There are fine lines under his eyes and on his forehead, he has a few white strands peeking from his hair, and you can see his smile lines now. He's aged so much from the last time you've seen him (and so have you). Jimin looks so different in many ways, but he also still looks the same.

He still looks like your first love.

"What are you doing here?" you finally ask. Your voice sounds so small, so unsure.

Jimin smiles like he knows something you don't. "Didn't we make that promise all those years ago?"

You nod because of course you remember. How could you forget? How could you forget the words you both exchanged before parting ways, before letting each other go.

Jimin was your first love, all throughout high school till college. High school sweethearts is what everyone called you. You thought you'd be together for the rest of your lives because your love was that strong, that deep, that easy. Because that's how love should be like, right? It should be finding that calmness in each other, being able to be vulnerable and honest and yourself. There's no begging in love, no pleading to each other not to let you go. There should be no lies, no screaming, no harsh words thrown at each other. You shouldn't be having to prove yourself every time.

But somehow, it did turn out that way. You found yourself wanting different things. You found yourself begging to be in Jimin's life. Him telling you to leave, then the next day telling you to stay. You threw harsh words at each other, some words you both regret.

Loving each other became hard along the way, so you chose to let each other go.

But you made a promise to each before saying goodbye for the last time. You promised each other that if you still felt something, that if your heart still held a little piece of him, or if his held a piece of you, that you'd come back to the place you first met, twenty years after saying goodbye.

And you're here now. And so is he.

He says your name gently, and it pulls at your heart. You turn to look into his eyes and you smile. Deep down in your heart, you know.

“However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you," he says.

Jimin is your first love, and also your last.

#weeeeeeee #jimin #park jimin #jimin one shot #jimin drabble #bts #anon #asks #jm #r #ask game #jm asks

[mooseyspooky]

I'm in the process of making original characters for a future novel! Sylv and Quinn are going to be the love interest, and here is all the ideas I have jotted down so far:

-Set in 2010s Manchester, UK

-Quinn is a trans man. He's 24. He's been obsessed with Sylv's band Memento Mori since he was 15. He lost interest in college a bit but after he graduated he saw there was a show nearby and had the urge to go

-Sylv is my Johnny boy. He's about 35? He's got long dark black hair, sort of a Keith Richards cut. Messy, loose

-He's thin as thin can be. Almost too thin.

-Very quick talker, very thick accent. Hard to understand but that's why he's the guitarist yeah. He doesnt need to say much of anything he just plays. And flirts a lot with the singer (singer name to be decided at a later point)

-Quinn is taller than him despite being AFAB. Probably near 6 feet. Sylv is about 5'8 or 5'9 I'd say

-Quinn's broader, a bit more filled in. He's got a runners body. Strong but not overly defined.

-His hair a reddish brown. Shaved down on one side, the hair on the other side is kinda shaggy. Tucks it behind his ear. Just about to his shoulders

-Quinn has hazel eyes. Sylv's eyes are gray. Sylv wears a lot of colored contacts, especially yellow

-Quinn has less of an accent. More soft spoken. He's quite shy. He started transitioning at 18. He's known he was a boy most of his life, and so far hasn't had any regrets about it. He has not had top or bottom surgery yet

-Quinn's sex life pretty bad. He doesn't like being vulnerable with people. He'd rather everyone stand 5 feet back. Sylv has been the only exception to that. He's been obsessed with him forever. He's 24 right now. But Sylv's been his dream boy since he was 15.

-He followed Sylv's band around for years as a teenager. He kind of fell off the wagon when he went to university, but when he saw Sylv's band was playing nearby he had to go.

-When Quinn was in high school, 8 years ago, Sylv had a more tight mohawk strip, long rat tail at the back. Lots of eyeliner, too much. He looked like a fuckin racoon in 2006.

-Teenage!Quinn of course sat in his room and tried to do the same eyeliner, using the make up he stole from drug store, but he always ended up scrubbing it off

-Cause he just sort of looked awkward and ugly and god pre testosterone days made make up especially hellish cause of course he wants to wear make up he's a stupid emo girl. But no. He's a stupid emo boy in love with a stupider emo guy who'll never know his stupid name

-But teenager!Quinn always imagined Sylv showing up in his room back then and kissing him and taking him to bed and then of course they'd run off together and Quinn could be his roadie. And they could be secret lovers. And teenage!Quinn would shove it in that stupid singer's face because Sylv chose him obviously, and not Singer's Name because Quinn is so much cooler

-Now at 24 that seems a little ridiculous. The Singer always denied him and Sylv got up to anything, Sylv had a wife, Sylv said he was bisexual plenty of times but. He'd been with his wife forever and so surely all the flirting with Singer was just for show. Quinn guesses Sylv probably is just bicurious, probably not a *real* bisexual (the author does not condone this viewpoint)

#Sylv and Quinn #original characters #novel in progress #Many tags so I can continue to reference this in case I lose my notes - which I will #Because I'm the worst

[waawaa33]

PT 2: Who’s My Boy | Fluffy! Tokyo Revengers Boys x GN! Reader

Mikey, Ran, Wakasa, Mitsuya | pt. 1: here & other work: here

CW: Fem! reader for Mitsuya | Let me live in a fiction world with Mikey’s pls

Mikey - (ft. draken/emma)

Puts you on the back of his bike and takes you to ride for hours, its comforting, no words are exchanged, just the wind in your hair and the sunset behind you - these are the times he cherishes the most, its like he’s sharing a piece of himself with you

Share’s his snacks with you and thinks its funny when you’re messy, he usually ends up licking the crumbs off your face, flustering you in the process

Clingy, he loves your touch and knowing you're there, keeping him grounded in reality. He often seeks out cuddles from you for just this 

The two of you do have a lot of fun, racing around and play fighting. It always ends with the softest hugs and kisses ever

The way he kisses you with hunger and need makes time stop, you’re his world and he may get a little possessive, claiming you with his lips

You genuinely mean the world to him, his love for you is unmatched by anyone. He’s a fierce lover, putting you before himself. Mikey tends to be selfless like that

This weekend was the spring festival, which you wouldn’t miss because Mikey tried to grumpily stay home to sleep, so you got Draken to drag him out. The cherry blossoms were blooming, their petals falling through the air creating an almost dream-like scene around you. Mikey had to rub his eyes to prove it was real. You standing in front of him, laughing with his sister and his best friend. Watching as you smiled and caught petals in your hair. His heart stopped, sucking in a breath, he hadn’t realized how much you truly meant to him. His heart clenches. You looked ethereal, unreal even, and he wondered how he even managed someone like you. His stare is broken as Emma grabs your hand and pulls you away to grab snacks, skipping as she tugged at your arm, and Draken turns to Mikey, giving him a smirk. “What are you looking at, Ken-chin?” He says, narrowing his eyes at the taller man. “You love Y/N don’t you?” The tall man laughs, adjusting his black hair that Emma insisted he leave down. “Oi!” Mikey yells out and kicks his leg in Draken’s direction. “Im not in love! That’s loser talk!” He pouts, looking down at the ground as his friend laughs again. Damn you. Damn you for being gorgeous and amazing and sweet because he totally was in love with you and it was all your fault.

Ran

Ran is a romantic at heart so he enjoys taking you out and showing you off to the upper class, fancy restaurants and bars - wherever you wanna go or wherever he decides on

Buys you expensive gifts, some have tried to say he’s decorating you, but even if that was the case you didn’t mind - he’s the type of guy to buy you a necklace with his name on it

He’s a huge tease, even more than his brother, in the best way possible though - he consistently flusters you with his words and actions, especially in front of his coworkers and brother

He loves watching you when you aren’t looking, he just thinks you’re gorgeous as you go about your business and often gets distracted if you’re sitting in his office. He can never focus with you around

Has a bad habit of picking you up princess style and carrying you around your shared apartment, he does it a lot in the mornings, picking you up out of bed and carrying you to the table for breakfast

Ran is really sweet, he loves whispering sweet nothings into your ear as silly as that sounds. He’ll always remind you of his love for you

You were in the bathroom getting ready, looking yourself over in the mirror. Your boyfriend was taking you out with his coworkers and boss so you wanted to make sure you looked nice. You start to fix your hair, noticing Ran coming in behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “You almost ready?” He asks you, voice lazy with his signature smirk plastered on his lips. “Mhmm my hair just keeps acting up,” you say without looking at him, too focused on fixing yourself. He shifts, turning you around swiftly causing you to release a soft yelp. He chuckles, looking you over and shaking his head, “You look perfect,” moving a piece away from your face. His words and actions causing your face to quickly heat up. “You can’t just say stuff like that!!” You push against his chest and huff, turning your head to the side, causing him to chuckle again. “Can’t I?” Ugh you hated his stupid cocky face and his stupid purple hair that fell perfectly on his forehead, you glare at him but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. He presses a kiss to your cheek and pulls away fully, “we leave in 5.” You roll your eyes as he leaves.

Mitsuya - (side note i was listening to the weekend writing his so...)

Honestly, hand in marriage if you get along with his sisters. They mean the world to him and he hopes they mean the world to you as well !

You're his muse, everything he designs is based off of your beauty and he gets so happy seeing you model for him

The two of you would have a really mature relationship, your friends compare you to an old married couple that's still desperately in love with eachother

Slow dances with no music, just the two of you - he makes you feel like you're the only people in the world

Kisses your knuckles and promises you the world, like you're royalty

Takes you on the sweetest dates and likes bringing you along when he hangs out with him friends, holding your hand, kissing your cheeks, brushing your hair behind your ear. He's down terrible

You were sitting on the couch in his studio, scrolling through your phone casually while Mitsuya worked on a prototype for his most recent big project, a wedding dress for a close friend. He'd been focused, sewing and cutting away trying to make things perfect. "Y/N, do you think you could try this on? You and Hina are similar sizes, I wanna make sure everything works well." He says, the two of you looking up at each other simultaneously. "Sure!" you respond, hopping up and walking over to take the dress gently from his hands. He watches as you leave, hands shaking slightly from exhaustion as he puts his pencil behind his ear. This dress had to be perfect. He found himself pacing behind his desk as you got changed. You pull back the curtain to the changing room and step out, brushing the dress out as you walk forward. Mitsuya stops in his tracks, looking you over, eyes going wide. You looked amazing in white, he almost toppled over. He walks up to you, grabbing your hands. Your eyes soften as you look over his face in confusion. “Holy shit,” he whispers, heart beating out of his chest. You were beautiful, and you were his. He had to hold back from proposing right then and there. 

Wakasa

He likes holding your hand, it's simple yet it means a lot to him especially since he’s not a PDA guy. He just likes knowing you’re there next to him and that he’s protecting you

He’s the type of guy to let you do anything you want with him. Paint his nails, do his hair? Just stuff like that, he likes seeing how happy it makes you once you’re finished

Flops down on top of you after a long day and just falls asleep on your lap, lollipop still in his mouth and shoes still on. His lazy expression could be mistaken for him being tired but only you know he’s truly tired when he gets cuddly

He likes talking about his day with you and listen to you talk about yours 

Wakes you up with kisses on your cheeks and lips when he’s feeling extra soft on rare occasions

Brings you around to the bike shop to let Shin and Benkei stare 

The two of you sat on the couch in the break room of the gym, the only light being the dim lamp beside you. You look your boyfriend over, noting the blood and bruises on his face. Using the sleeves of your jacket which you pull up you wipe away the blood from his brow. He was looking at the ground, at your hands shaking in your lap. Your eyebrows knit together as you speak, “I wish you wouldn’t get so hurt, Waka. I worry.” You frown and his lazy eyes look up at you through their long lashes, glancing at your concerned face. “I’m alright, don’t get emotional on me now..” He says looking up at you fully, reaching out to nudge your chin. He felt bad for leaving you hanging but he’d been busy dealing with gang-related business and didn’t want to worry you. He hadn’t anticipated any fists coming in contact with his face. Wakasa studies your face as you clean him off and smiles lightly, leaning up to catch your lips. His are soft and you feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer, licking your bottom lip and sliding his tongue in once you granted him access. He wanted to make up for his absence.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokrev x reader #haitani ran #haitani ran x reader #haitani brothers #ran x reader #sano manjiro #mikey x reader #sano majiro x reader #sano mikey #sano mikey x reader #mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya #takashi mitsuya x reader #ran haitani x reader #wakasa x reader #wakasa imaushi #imaushi wakasa #wakasa imaushi x reader #imaushi wakasa x reader #haitani ran hcs #ran haitani hcs #ran fluff #mikey hcs #sano manjiro fluff #my work #33

[chaeryybomb]

TRAITOR

pairings: female reader x lee heeseung

summary: you thought lee heeseung was the best boyfriend you could ever wished for. but they did warn you about long distanced relationships. at first, you convinced yourself that it was just your insecurities taking over. but your gut feeling has never been wrong

genre: college au, lovers to exes, fluff, angst, sad ending

featuring: kang hyewon, shin ryujin, lee chaeryeong, lee daehwii, yang jeongin & zhong chenle

word count: 10.4k

warnings: breaking up, mentions of insecurity and cheating, arguments, strong language

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Setting down the final box on the ground, you released a sigh of relief and stretched your arms upwards. The satisfying sounds of your joints popping gave you a sense of relief as you stretched. Then you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. You smiled as you took in his familiar scent. You reached up to touch his neck as Heeseung pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

"Thank you for your help, lovely," he mumbled in your hair.

You turned around in his arms and clasped your hands behind his neck, toying with the back of his hair. Lee Heeseung was looking at you with pure love in his eyes and you couldn't be more happy. "I can't believe we're both finally in university," he said, squeezing your waist.

"Hmm yeah, finally out of high school," you hummed. "It's sad that we didn't get into the same university though," you cupped his left cheek, rubbing his cheek lovingly with your thumb.

Heeseung nuzzled into your hand, slowly drawing you closer. "I can always drive to your dorm, it's just a three hour drive from here."

"Or I can drive to you," you replied.

He scoffed, "Yeah if you get your driver's license," he teased.

You rolled your eyes and softly punched him on the chest before pushing yourself away from his embrace. "Listen, not all of us can miraculously pass on their first try okay," you defended yourself but Heeseung just laughed at you.

Although you tried to act like you were mad at his joke, you couldn't wipe the smile off your face as you sat down on his bed. Currently, the two of you were in Heeseung's dorm. You wanted to help him move in before you had to leave. Heeseung and you were high school sweethearts, the school's loveliest couple. And you've been together ever since then. Today marked a new milestone for the both of you as you had finally graduated from high school and now both of you were accepted into different universities.

The both of you had decided to do what's best for each other and went to different schools. It was for the sake of your future, you didn't want to cause a commotion just because you guys were three hours apart. Plus, it was just three hours. Heeseung could always come visit you and video calls were a thing. You're friends were scared that the both of you wouldn't survive a long distance relationship but you had faith in each other. And that was enough.

Heeseung was lucky to have a room all for himself, whereas you had to share a dorm with two other girls. His room was small but big enough for one person. You knew Heeseung was a simple man, if it had a bed and a table, that would be enough for him. A knock on the door caught your attention, you suddenly remembered that you guys had left the door open when you were moving boxes.

Outside the door stood a pretty girl with long blonde hair. She was really pretty, you noted. She looked so natural as a blonde as well, you couldn't help but thought. The pretty girl sent both of you an awkward smile and waved. You stood up and walked to her, somewhat excited to make a new friend.

"Hi!" You greeted her with a smile, you felt Heeseung behind you.

"Hi," she mirrored your smile. "I'm Hyewon, I'm from the room next door," she pointed out.

"Oh! I'm Heeseung," the taller boy introduced himself. "And this is my girlfriend, Y/N," he smiled at you.

"It's nice to meet you, are you both music majors too?" Hyewon asked. It was common for Hyewon to ask that, considering the university Heeseung applied for is known for their music stream. Heeseung was extremely talented, being blessed with a heavenly voice and all. It was his dream to pursue a music career. Thanks to you, he found the courage to do so,

"Oh no, just him. I don't actually go here," you immediately told her. "I actually go to George University instead."

"Oh! So you're a theatre major then," Hyewon said, surprising you a bit. You nodded in return and Hyewon's smile seemed to grow wider. The university you applied to was quite well known for its theatre arts course. "That's so cool, I'm a theatre major too!"

Your eyes lit up in excitement and you stepped closer to the blonde, eager to learn more about her. But before you could ask her anything, your phone chimed. You gave her an apologetic look before checking your phone. "It's my mom, she's asking when I'll be home. I still have to pack up," you said disappointed. You really wanted to talk more with Hyewon so the both of you could geek out. (And spend a bit more time with Heeseung.) Hyewon looked disappointed too that you couldn't stay longer.

"Let me drive you home," Heeseung started to move to get his keys but you placed your hand on his arm to stop him.

"Nah, it's fine," you shook your head. "I can take the bus home."

"Then I'll walk you to the bus stop," Heeseung said with determination. He was gonna make use of whatever time he had to spend it with you, even if it was for five seconds.

You realised that there was no way of rejecting him, so you just chuckled and said, "Alright, let me grab my bag then." But Heeseung was already one step ahead of you as he had already gone to get it for you. You sent another smile to Hyewon. "It was really great to meet you, Hyewon. I hope we can talk again soon," you told her.

"Likewise Y/N, have a safe trip home," she bid you goodbye before returning to her room.

Heeseung appeared behind you once again, sneakily slipped his fingers through yours and pulled you out of the room. He locked the door with your bag on his shoulder, he looked like he had the intention of not letting you hold it.

"C'mon," he tugged your hand and you giggled, falling into step with him.

The walk to the bus stop felt quicker than it should be, much to your dismay. The bus stop was empty besides the both of you. As the two of you stood under it, you mindlessly swung your intertwined hands back and forth. Heeseung laughed at your action. He released your hand and you looked up curious on why he did it. Heeseung moved so he was standing behind you and wrapped his arms around you, effectively back hugging you.

Your lips tugged upward at the position you were and you held onto his arms. Slowly, he started to rock you back and forth. "I'm gonna miss you," he suddenly said.

You couldn't help but let your smile falter. You were gonna miss him too, you're gonna miss him so much. "This is the first time where we'll be so far apart, I think I might die without you," he rubbed his face into your hair as you laughed at his words.

"I'll call you everyday, Hee. I promised," you assured him with a pat on his arm. The taller boy only hummed in reply but you felt him move his arms to your middle so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled when you felt him peppered small kisses up around your neck.

"I love you," he mumbled before pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head.

"Love you too," you leaned back into him.

Just in time you saw the bus in the distance, which meant your time with Heeseung was ending. As the bus slowed down in front of you, your boyfriend finally reluctantly let you go from his slip. "I'll see you soon, okay?" you promised him. He nodded and leaned down to give you one more kiss before you entered the bus.

Sitting down, you waved from the window and he gave you a smile. Oh god, you already missed him. Heeseung watched as your bus left the station. You sighed, leaning back into the seat. This was the beginning of a new chapter of your relationship, and you have faith that the both of you will be okay.

"Thank you," you said to the barista as she handed you your coffee. With your free hand, you pushed the front door open. The November breeze welcomed you once you stepped outside, your coffee warming your fingertips. Your phone then started to ring in your pocket. You fished your phone out and a smile crept onto your face when you saw the contact name.

"Hello, love," Heeseung greeted as soon as you picked up. You smiled at him, holding your phone in front of your face.

"Good morning, Hee. I just got my coffee," you showed him your coffee like it was a little trinket. Heeseung laughed at your child-like action. The second semester was almost ending and your relationship was still going strong. The both of you were consistent with the video calls and text messages. You'd be calling him at the end of every day and the two of you would talk about your day till one of you fell asleep. (Spoiler: It was usually you.)

And now your second semester as a couple is ending, the both of you had decided to retreat back to your hometown during the break like you did during your first break. So you could bask in each other's presence and visit some old friends. It was slowly starting to become a tradition and you couldn't ask for anything more.

"So, how was your audition?" Heeseung asked as you walked past a group of band kids, sending them a smile as they waved at you.

At the mention of the audition, your smile turned into a pout. "Rejected, as usual," you sighed. You have auditioned for almost every play in your school but you were always rejected or chosen as a background character if you were lucky. You knew that there were a lot of talented students in your school, but you felt dejected each time.

"Sorry, love. I'm sure you'll have better luck next time," Heeseung told you with a sad smile. "I wish I could hold you right now."

You looked at him with a sad gaze, "Me too, Hee." You couldn't lie that long distance relationships were hard, everyday was spent through a screen and you yearned to be next with him physically. During the first few weeks, you told yourself that you would get used to it after a while. Spoiler alert, you still haven't gotten used to it. "But enough of that!" You said, waving away the depressed aura and taking a long sip from your coffee before letting out a sigh. "Our break is coming up and I can't wait to see you."

At the mention of the break, you noticed how Heeseung visibly flinched. His eyes suddenly weren't looking at you anymore, averting his gaze to the side instead. "We are going to be seeing each other, right?" You inquired. But you were met with silence, you stopped in your tracks when Heeseung didn't say anything. "Hee?"

"Actually, Y/N," he started to say and you felt your heart sink already. He didn't call you "love". Some may say you were being dramatic, but Heeseung only used your name whenever something was serious. You're not going to be able to see him during break, your mind told you. You knew it was the most possible outcome, but you hoped that you were wrong.

"I'm not going back during break."

And there it was, what possibly could have been the worse news for you. "Oh," was all you could say, your fingers tightened slightly around the plastic cup before you plastered on a fake smile. "Well, there's always next semester," you assured him, but it felt more like you were reassuring yourself. This was going to be your first winter break without Heeseung.

Heeseung smiled at your reply, a twinge of sadness in him but he brushed it off. "The reason is cause a senior from the film department asked me for help," he explained. "You see, there's a music video competition and he asked me if I could write a song for it."

Your eyes lit up in excitement. "No way! So they're gonna shoot a music video for your song?"

Heeseung nodded with a big smile. "Yup! It's such a big project, like they're bringing in some of the theatre kids as the actors and we're gonna start filming, like next month."

"I'm so happy for you, love," you told him truthfully. Internally, you were scolding yourself for feeling sad that he wouldn't be free during the break when he has something big going on in his life. Stop being so selfish, your mind scolded. Of course you felt a bit blue but this was a big opportunity for Heeseung, imagine if they won the competition. He would finally get some recognition for his music. And the fact that the senior chose him to write the song meant that people were already starting to appreciate his songs and his voice. You were being selfish, like a child.

As Heeseung continued to tell you about the project, you resumed your walk back to your dorms. You listened to him intensively, capturing every small detail in your heart. It was rare for you to see him speak so passionate. Music was his passion, his safe place. You knew that and you wanted him to live a life where he could make his dream a reality. A singer on the bright stage with thousands, no, millions of fans to appreciate his vocals.

You managed to reach your dorm just as Heeseung was being called for off screen. A feminine voice was calling from him and you easily recognised it. "Is that Hyewon?" You asked.

A few seconds passed and a familiar looking pretty blonde came into view. "Y/N? Y/N, hi!" The blonde waved at you enthusiastically, Heeseung was slowly being pushed out of the frame. You could tell he was scooting over to make space for Hyewon. An uneasy feeling slowly sprouted in you when you saw how Hyewon and Heeseung were sitting too close, but you shoved it down when the blonde girl grinned at you.

"Y/N!"

"Hyewon!" You responded with the same enthusiasm, which made the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.

"I'm so sorry for disturbing your time but Chan is looking for you," she apologised, the last part directed to your boyfriend.

"Ah, it's okay, I understand," you said.

"I'll talk to you later, okay? Love you," Heeseung said once Hyewon was out of frame.

"Love you too," you replied and your phone screen turned black, your reflection staring right back at you. You were frowning. With a sigh, you stuffed your phone back into your phone pocket to unlock your front door. Your coffee was now cold in your hands and the uneasy feeling from before was slowly creeping back in. You did not like it one bit.

Chaeryeong and Ryujin thought you were being dramatic, they were right in a way. But you were too busy missing Heeseung to be bothered. You missed his warmth, his voice, the way his hands perfectly fit yours when he held them. you missed the way you laid your head on his chest when he sat behind you, you could always hear his steady heartbeat. It always lulled you to sleep in seconds.

You let out a long and loud sigh as you flipped onto your back on your childhood bed. You had returned to your hometown one week ago, which also meant another week without Heeseung. Your best friend and roommate, Chaeryeong, was the one who drove you both home. The last time you saw her was when she dropped you off at your parents home. And you've been dwelling in your Heeseung-less days ever since.

Reaching over to retrieve your phone, you moved to open your chat with Heeseung. The last text message from him was from this morning. It was just a simple "good morning" text, and you replied with the same message except you added a heart emoticon at the end. And the message was on delivered. Not even on read. You don't know which one was worse.

Your phone suddenly dinged and you immediately sat up straight, thinking it was Heeseung. But your shoulders sagged in disappointment when you saw it was just a message from Jeongin. If Ryujin had seen you right now, the short hair girl would have called you a "lovesick fool". She was right, of course but still.

[2:42 pm] jeongin: guess what

[2:44 pm] chenle: what

[2:44 pm] jeongin: guess

[2:45 pm] chenle: no

[2:45 pm] chenle: just tell us

[2:46 pm] jeongin: g u e s s

[2:46 pm] chenle: n o

[2:46 pm] jeongin: guess goddammit

[2:48 pm] ryujin: jeongin i stg

[2:48 pm] ryujin: i will break ur kneecaps just tell us

[2:49 pm] jeongin: ugh fine theres a amusement park and i wanna go

[2:50 pm] chenle: its winter

[2:50 pm] jeongin: yeah and

[2:50 pm] jeongin: is there snow? no

[2:51 pm] jeongin: so therefore, amusement park

[2:51 pm] ryujin: i-

[2:52 pm] chaeryeong: where is it

[2:52 pm] jeongin: its like a 2 hours away from here

[2:54 pm] ryujin: and who tf would be driving us genius

[2:55 pm] jeongin: y/n bc she loves us

[2:56 pm] y/n: since when

[2:56 pm] chaeryeong: and shes alive, great job jeongin

[2:57 pm] chaeryeong: u pulled her out from her depression

i[2:58 pm] y/n: hey im not depressed >:(

[2:59 pm] ryujin: hm sure

[2:59 pm] y/n: >:(

[3:00 pm] y/n: also i dont have my drivers license yet dumbass

[3:01 pm] jeongin: ah right i also forgot y/n cant drive

[3:01 pm] jeongin: ryujin it is

[3:02 pm] ryujin: whAT I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS

[3:03 pm] chaeryeong: lets meet up at jeongin's place then

[3:03 pm] chenle: cool with me

[3:05 pm] ryujin: HEY DONT IGNORE ME

[3:04 pm] y/n: sure!

You stifled a laugh as you read Ryujin's message. Then, you switched to check your chat between Heeseung and you. It was still on delivered. Maybe he's just busy with filming and recording. Yeah, he's probably busy. Stop being so selfish, Y/N.

Yang Jeongin just had to choose the coldest day of the year to go to the amusement park, didn't he. You silently thanked yourself for dressing up in an extra layer, unlike Chenle who looked like he was about to die from frostbite. Whereas Jeongin had a huge grin plastered on his face as he looked at the Ferris Wheel ahead. You rubbed your hands together, bringing it to your mouth to blow hot air at it. You heard the car door slam shut behind you and Ryujin walked next to you.

Families lined up at the ticket booth, laughter and chatter filled the atmosphere. You spot some couples around the area as well, the sight of them tugged at your heartstrings. You wished Heeseung was here with you, he would've wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel with you.

Chaeryeong linked arms with you and Ryujin, leading the two of you to the entrance. The boys already beat you guys to it, you realised. Once Chenle handed you your ticket, you were immediately dragged to the first ride that caught Jeongin's eye.

After a couple of hours, you found yourself resting on the bench with a cup of hot chocolate at your side. Your social battery was empty and you didn't know where the rest of your friends had gone. Ryujin may have mentioned going to the restroom, you're not sure, you were too tired to keep up. So here you were, on the bench next to the Teacups Ride.

You watched as the visitors walked past you. Some were students with their friends laughing as if it was their last day on earth, children giggling as their parents lifted them up in the air and couples sharing a loving look. You fiddle with your phone, debating whether you wanted to text Heeseung or not.

The both of you had called each other last night. You couldn't see him but his voice sounded tired. You felt bad for calling him. Maybe it was for the best if you didn't. You picked up your hot chocolate, the warmth spreading through your fingers as you blew on it. Your body relaxed once you took a sip, enjoying as the warmth spread through your body. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a very familiar looking coat.

You saw a couple walking together, he was wearing a coat that looked identical to the one you gifted Heeseung last year during Christmas. It was almost as if that was Heeseung, well his back kinda looked like his and Heeseung was about that height as well. But it couldn't be him, his school was almost three hours away from here. Plus the girl beside him was blonde, she kinda looked like Hyewon.

What are the odds of those two being here, you laughed. But when those two stopped in their tracks to look at the Ferris Wheel, your entire body froze right there and then. That was Heeseung and Hyewon together. What were they doing here?

Your body reacted immediately by standing up. Heart beating rapidly, you were about to walk towards them when you saw Heeseung laughing at something the blonde said. A gnawing feeling grew in you, he was laughing with her. He was at the amusement park with her. Not you. Her.

And he never mentioned anything about going to the amusement park, let alone the same one you were going to. Your feet stayed glued to the ground as you watched them get into one of the carts. Why was he here? Why didn't he tell you? Why was he with her? Why? Why? Why?

You saw Hyewon stopped from getting into the cart and she stretched her hand out while she looked up in the sky, Heeseung following her. It was snowing. It was the first snow. And Heeseung spent it with Hyewon, while you watched from the sidelines. They looked like an actual couple. Snow started to fall, your hot chocolate was losing its warmth and jealousy filled up instead. The noise drilled out of your ear so all you heard was a low buzz, your gaze burning on the two. You didn't notice Ryujin walking towards you.

"Jesus, the line was so long that I-" Ryujin stopped mid sentence, her eyes following the direction of your gaze. "Y/N?"

You walked past her without saying anything, chucking the drink into a trashcan.

Your phone felt heavy in your hands as you paced around your room. You knew your eyes weren't wrong. It was Heeseung and Hyewon at the amusement park, you could tell it was him from a mile away. After that incident, you went to find your friends and told them you wanted to go home because you weren't feeling well. It was partially a lie anyway, you didn't feel comfortable. You don't know what you would do if you had stumbled upon them.

Thousands of questions echoed through your mind. And you couldn't bear to ask Heeseung. You knew you had questions but you didn't know what to ask. Why didn't you tell me? Why were you with Hyewon? Why wouldn't you tell me?

Your phone suddenly rang, causing you to jolt in surprise. The phone screen lit up with his name in bold. He was calling you. Without thinking, you accepted the call.

"Hey, love," Heeseung's smooth voice greeted you.

"Hey," you replied, making sure your tone was steady. You were silently grateful that it wasn't a video-call so he couldn't see the nervousness in your eyes.

"How was the amusement park?" He asked.

You bit your thumb, hesitant to answer. Should you tell him that you saw him today? "It was fun, a lot of people thought," you hummed, moving over to sit on your bed.

"You know, funny story. Today we actually went to an amusement park too," he suddenly said and you froze on the spot. "They decided to film there so we went there in the afternoon, it started snowing too!"

You felt a weight was lifted from your heart. So it was just a pure coincidence. Heeseung never planned to go to the amusement park, he just went with what they said. "It would've been funny if we bumped into each other, don't you think, love?" He laughed but you couldn't find the energy to laugh along.

"Yeah," you mumbled, leaning back into your pillows. He was there to film for the music video. He's busy with the music video. It's always for the music video. You trust Heeseung, don't you?

Winter break went by like the cold breeze and now cherry pink flowers occupied the empty branches. Flowers were blooming from the left and right, the cold winter was now in the past and you welcomed (the still cold) spring into your arms. Which meant you left whatever uneasy feeling and doubts in the past.

You were currently in Heeseung's dorm. Today was a big day, it's the day where they were gonna upload the music video and Heeseung wanted you to be there to watch it with him. Heeseung picked you up from the bus stop and then took you out for lunch. Thankfully it was the weekend so you could stay for the night.

Heeseung was at his desk, his thumbs typing away as he laughed silently at his phone. You wondered who he was texting. Maybe he's texting Hyewon, your mind taunted. You shook your head to drive the thoughts away, you were not going to be paranoid. You already left the bitter feelings in winter, you agreed with yourself that you'll leave it behind. You trust Heeseung.

"Who are you texting?" Yet the question slipped out of you either way.

"Huh?" Heeseung looked up, like a deer caught in headlights. "Oh, uh no one," he quickly said, turning off his phone and placing it on his desk. "I think the music video is uploaded," he added before you could question him more.

He moved to his bed, where you were sitting. You scooted over to make space for him as he sat next to you with his laptop propped on his lap. He clicked into his senior's channel, Jeong Yunho, you took note. And there it was, the music video, uploaded forty five seconds ago. You let out an excited noise once you saw it.

"Not for sale," you read the title out loud. Heeseung had a proud look on.

The music video started off with a frame of Heeseung and Hyewon facing each other, then he handed her a note with the words "Not For Sale" on it. The camera then panned out to film the sky where the title appeared again in bold, and the song started to play. The song had a bubbly beat to it and Heeseung's angelic voice accompanied it. The music video was filled with pastels and some scenes were filmed at the amusement park. Specifically, at the carousel. There weren't any scenes of the Ferris Wheel though, you noted.

The video ended with Heeseung and Hyewon holding hands as they face the sunset, while the camera slowly zooms away from them and into the sky. The last scene was a black screen with all the credits listed out. When you saw Heeseung's name being credited for writing the song, you felt a sense of pride inside of you. Your boyfriend wrote this song, of course you're going to be proud.

Once the video ended, you threw your arms around Heeseung. Heeseung laughed as he wrapped an arm around your middle and the other holding onto his laptop. You planted a big fat kiss on his cheek and he tightened his hold on you.

"The song was so good, Hee! I'm so proud of you, babe," you complimented him, one hand reaching up to ruffle his hair while the other cupped his cheek.

Heeseung smiled and leaned into your touch. "Thank you so much, lovely. This song means a lot to me," he kissed your nose. "I actually thought of you when I wrote this song," he confessed.

You blinked at him, your heart beating faster as you processed his words. You were kneeling on his bed as he looked up at you, pink dusted on his cheeks. Instead of saying anything, you threw yourself onto him, tightly wrapping your arms around his torso to buried your head in his neck. Heeseung let out an "oof" when you knocked him back onto his bed, his laptop on the edge of his bed.

"I love you," you mumbled.

"I love you, too," he said. His hand reached up to stroke your head as the both of you laid there in each other's embrace.

A few minutes passed and Heeseung tapped on your head to get your attention. "Hm?" you hummed in reply.

"I need to go pee, love."

"No," you said stubbornly, tightening your arms around him.

"Please, love. I'll be back fast, I promise," Heeseung told you, looking down on you.

You lifted your head to rest your chin on his chest as you narrowed your eyes at him. "Hng, fine," you pouted before you rolled off him.

"Thank you, lovely," he pecked your lips before pushing himself off his bed, not before moving his laptop to his desk.

You watched as Heeseung left his dorm to go to the restroom. You stretched your arms upwards, making grabby hands in the air before sitting up. You reached over to his desk, which was next to the bed, to get your phone when you saw Heeseung's phone lit up. You knew you shouldn't have looked but when her name was in bold white, you couldn't look away.

[4:47 pm] hyewon: can't wait to do it again hee!

"Can't wait to do it again?" You read the message out loud. Can't wait to do what again? And since when did Hyewon called him "Hee"? That was your nickname for him. The bitter feelings from winter crept back into you like the cold seeping in through the crack of your window. Why did you feel so uneasy whenever Hyewon was alone with Heeseung? Was there something going on?

No, they're just friends, Y/N, you reminded yourself. Just friends.

The door opened and your eyes snapped up to see Heeseung returning from the restroom. Suddenly, you wanted to get out of here. You don't know why, but that text message from her just rubbed you the wrong way and you wanted to get out of there before you say something you regret.

"Ryujin just texted me that she needs my help," you lied. You stood up to grab your coat and bag from the chair.

"Woah, woah, what's with the hurry?" Heeseung took a hold of your wrist as he looked at you. But your eyes didn't meet his.

"Ryujin has an emergency, she needs my help," you said again, this time firmly.

"Oh," his grip on you loosened and you pulled your hand back to you. "I'll drive you back-"

"No, it's fine," you cut him off. "I-I'll take the bus home. I'll call you tonight," the words rushed out of your lips and soon enough you were out of his door.

You did not call him that night.

You ignored Ryujin's questions when you reached your dorm, she didn't press on. Now it was Sunday morning and Ryujin had left for breakfast. You felt bad for leaving Heeseung like that and ignoring Ryujin when she just wanted to help you. And you knew you should've talked it out instead of walking out. Sighing, you curled deeper into your blanket.

After a few minutes, you threw your covers off and sat up. Maybe some warm breakfast would make you feel better. So you went down to the cafeteria to see your friends all huddled up at the corner.

"Y/N, just in time!" Jeongin called out. Curious, you walked towards them and saw that they were watching Heeseung's music video.

"The song is so sweet," Chaeryeong cooed, leaning onto you.

You let out an awkward laugh, not quite sure what to feel because of the act you pulled yesterday.

"It has almost two thousand views. I bet you must feel so proud, huh," Chaeryeong said.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you nodded. Now you feel even more bad, Heeseung wrote this song for you and you should've stayed at his dorm to celebrate with him. Instead, you left because you saw one text message without context. You were being a bad girlfriend, you should apologise to him.

"Who's the other girl? She's really pretty," Jeongin suddenly asked.

"Ah, that's Hyewon. She's his neighbour," you explained.

"Hyewon? As in Kang Hyewon?" Daehwii suddenly said. He was passing by when he heard you say her name and pulled a chair across Jeongin. You nodded. "Oh, I know her," he casually said.

You tilted your head to the side. "You do?" Jeongin leaned forward. You heard Ryujin mumble "simp" under her breath, and you bit back a laugh.

"Mhmm," Daehwii nodded and pulled out his phone. A few seconds later, he showed his phone screen and it was Hyewon's Instagram. "I went to the same high school with her, she was really popular. All the teachers said she had the face of an actress. There was a rumour that she even got scouted by an entertainment company."

Ryujin reached over to grab his phone to scroll through her account. "Woah, she has like two hundred thousand followers," she said in amazement. You leaned closer to Ryujin to check, Hyewon sure was popular.

"Yeah, she's a free-lance model and I think she models for smaller brands," Daehwii added.

You couldn't help but feel very small next to her. She was beautiful and she had somewhat of a reputation in the entertainment industry, a rising model. Imagine what kind of connections she could get for Heeseung…

"I bet Heeseung wrote this song for you," Ryujin suddenly said, smoothly switching the topic back to the song.

You felt your cheeks to warm up at her words. Sheepishly, you nodded. Your friends immediately reacted with a chorus of "ooh"s and Chaeryeong playfully nudged your shoulder. "Fuck Romeo and Juliet, I want what these bitches have," Jeongin quoted and the rest of you fell into laughter.

After breakfast, you and Ryujin strolled back to your rooms with your arms linked together. She was telling you about what happened when you weren't here yesterday. "And then he said and I quote "sometimes bullying is okay" just as a family was walking by, the mom was literally glaring at us," you laughed as she told you. "And then- oh," she stopped, and you stopped as well. She was looking ahead of you so you followed her gaze.

"Heeseung?" His name left your lips before you could even process the whole situation.

Heeseung waved awkwardly at you, internally wincing when you used his full name. You and Ryujin exchanged a look before Ryujin pushed you towards him. You stumbled right into his arms but you took a step out of his arms, you rubbed your forearms instead.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him.

"Ah," he rubbed the back of his neck, "I wanted to surprise you since you left early yesterday. I hope you were able to solve Ryujin's problem."

At the mention of Ryujin's "emergency", you stiffened because you didn't mention that you had used her in a lie. You could feel her eyes on you and mentally hope that she got the message.

"Uh, yeah. It was solved," Ryujin replied with an awkward chuckle. "Actually, I forgot I had to meet up with Chaeryeong so it was great seeing you, Heeseung." You turned around and mouthed a "thank you" at her and she gave you a look as if to say "we are going to talk about this later".

And then the two of you were left alone in the empty hallway. Was it always this awkward?

Heeseung stood awkwardly in your room. This was the first time he looked so out of place. Usually, you were the one at his dorm. He doesn't come over to yours that often since he was more busy than you. So it truly was a surprise when you saw him outside your door.

"So, uh, how are you?" He asked.

You hummed in reply. "I'm doing fine," as you sat down on your bed.

"Great! That's great," he coughed while he played with his fingers.

And then the awkward silence returns. You knew it was your fault for walking out yesterday, you probably made him think he did something wrong. When really it was just you refusing to communicate. You gripped your sheets, your mind running laps on what to say. But he beat you to it.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Your eyes snapped up to finally meet his eyes, he was looking at you with brown innocent eyes. Your heart broke a bit at the sight. "It's not you," you assured him. "It's…it's just me," you told him truthfully.

Heeseung looked at you with confusion, he didn't understand what was wrong. He wanted to help but he didn't know how. So instead, he slowly moved to sit next to you. When you did not move away, he took it as a sign of permission. So he took your hands into his, slowly rubbing circles on top of your hand.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Love, what are you even sorry about?" He softly asked.

"I saw you at the amusement park that day," you confessed.

Heeseung's fingers stopped moving. "Oh," was all he could say. You bit the inside of your cheek, the atmosphere shifted but you can't read him at all.

"I'm sorry," you whispered again because you didn't know what to say. "Ever since that day, I've been feeling weird whenever I see you with Hyewon and I don't like it."

"Love," he softly cupped your cheek to make you look at him, "are you perhaps jealous?" he asked with a teasing tone. You shifted your gaze to the side, you were jealous but you were reluctant to admit it. But your avoiding eyes already sold you out. Heeseung chuckled and brought you into his embrace. "There's nothing to be jealous of. Hyewon and I are just friends," he assured you.

His voice was genuine when he told you and you felt a sense of relief hearing him say those words. You fell forward to hug him and Heeseung immediately accepted you. He planted a kiss on the top of your head and sighed. "Next time we're gonna be honest with each other, okay?"

"Okay."

Heeseung was right, honesty was the key to maintaining a healthy relationship, Heeseung has been nothing but truthful to you since the start, and you allowed yourself to be overwhelmed by your insecurities instead of talking it out. This reminded you of when Heeseung once shut you out because he didn't want to burden you.

He hid his passion for music from you because he thought you would react like his parents, against him. He refused to tell you the truth which left you confused and hurt. Did I do something wrong? The question was constantly in your head. It wasn't until you forced it out of him, and it was the first time you saw his composed figure break down in tears. You embraced him and assured him with comforting words, you loved him at his worst.

And you told him the exact same words: "Next time we're gonna be honest with each other, okay?"

Exam season was the most painful time of your life. Everyday was the same routine: wake up, eat, study, sleep and repeat. You're starting to spend more time in the library than in the comfort of the dorm. Heeseung was just as busy as you, the both of you rarely have enough time to check up on each other. But you tried and so did he.

You plucked out your earphones and let it fall into your lap as you stretched your arms upwards. Chaeryeong and Ryujin were scattered around your shared room, with the latter laying face down on her bed. The three of you had spent your entire morning studying for your own examinations. You had sent Heeseung a quick good morning text before telling him that your phone will be on silent mode until you were done.

That was six hours ago. You pushed your laptop away from you as you reached over for your phone. You smiled when you saw your first notification was from your boyfriend.

[8:15 am] hee <3: okay remember to stay hydrated love! and take some breaks in between!!!

"Look at her, smiling all lovey dovey and shit," Ryujin sneered at you in disgust as she lifted herself onto her elbows.

You stuck your tongue out at her before typing a reply.

[3:52 pm] y/n: guess who's done studying?? 

While waiting for his reply, you decided to scroll through Instagram. Tapping through people's stories, you stumbled upon Hyewon's one. (She had followed you a few weeks ago.) Your thumb pressed down on your phone screen as your breath hitched. It was a photo of Heeseung, it looked like he was in the library and he was reading a book. The words "with mr. hardworking" positioned above his head. You tapped through to the next slide and it was a candid of Heeseung looking up at her with a smile, his hand outreached to grab her phone. This time the words "oops, got caught" were written on the side. You checked and saw it was posted ten minutes okay.

You frowned at the two photos. You knew Heeseung said they were just friends, but you couldn't shake that uneasy feeling away. Your mind was telling you that they weren't but your heart was with Heeseung.

"Who's that?" Chaeryeong suddenly asked.

You jump, startled. Since when was she behind you? Chaeryeong ignored your expression and leaned towards your phone. "Isn't that Heeseung? Who's he with?" She asked.

"Hyewon," you answered.

Ryujin crawled over to plop down next to you, her curious eyes peering up at your phone. "The same girl we saw at the amusement park?" The short-haired girl asked.

You looked down at her, shocked. You never told her about what you saw last winter. Ryujin understood your expression and rolled her eyes. "I'm not dumb, Y/N," she said.

Chaeryeong looked between the two of you with confusion. "Did something happen when we were at the amusement park?"

"Y/N saw Heeseung and Hyewon getting on the Ferris Wheel together."

"Ryujin!"

"What?" She shrugged at you. "We did see them there and it was the reason you were upset," she stated with her arms crossed, now sitting crossed legged next to you.

Chaeryeong gasped beside you and placed her hands in front of her mouth. "Do you think he's cheating on you?"

"Chaeryeong!" Ryujin hissed at the other girl. "Heeseung isn't the kind to do that," she defended him despite what she said before, "right, Y/N?" Ryujin nudged your elbow.

You opened your mouth to defend your boyfriend but no words were said. You bit your lips, Heeseung wouldn't be the kind to cheat, right? Then why were you hesitating? You wanted to agree with Ryujin and say that Heeseung would never cheat on you. So why were you doubting him?

"I'm just saying, long distance relationships never work out. Like Yeji and Soobin, they broke up like six months later," Chaeryeong shrugged innocently and leaned back on her hands as she spoke.

"But that was different, Yeji never really liked him anyways!" Ryujin countered.

"Vivi and Haseul! Everyone thought they were gonna last but they broke up the moment Vivi went home, and they were together for four years. Four years, Ryujin!" The younger girl exclaimed. "Point is, long distance relationships rarely work out."

Before Ryujin could retort, your phone lit up and all three of you looked down. It was a notification from Heeseung.

[4:01 pm] hee <3: hey sorry i was with taehyun

The three of you blinked at the message, Ryujin and Chaeryeong exchanged a look. While you just stared at the notification, refusing to tap into the chat. Did Heeseung just lie to you?

Something shifted in your relationship, you could tell. Calls with Heeseung were now cut short and text messages got short. At first, you blamed it on the upcoming exams and you told yourself that Heeseung was equally busy as you. Sometimes you were too tired to send a text because all you wanted was to sleep but when you tried to give him a call, he always brushed you off with a "I'm busy" text.

Text messages now never got past the "how was your day" before he said that he was going to sleep. Ever since that day with Ryujin and Chaeryeong, you turned a blind eye to the text message. Maybe he really was with Taehyun, you wouldn't actually know.

But that's the thing, isn't it? You would never know what really happens because you're not there with him, your mind taunted you. You shook away the thoughts and tried to be positive. Exams had ended a few days ago and Chaeryeong suggested that you should surprise him with a visit.

So here you were, on the bus to Heeseung's university. You could barely contain your smile, it's been so long since you last saw him and you just missed him so much. You could imagine how happy he would be to see you. An hour later, the bus came to a stop and you thanked the bus driver before boarding off.

Tightening your coat around you, you looked at the road ahead of you with a determined look. You were gonna surprise Heeseung today. And nothing was going to stop you from doing so. You reached the entrance of the school and sent a friendly smile to the security guards.

You made your way towards Heeseung's dorm, your feet have walked this path multiple times. You were familiar with these hallways. Soon enough you reached his door, you patted your clothes and fixed your hair before raising your fist. Your hand hovered in front of the wooden door, Heeseung was one door away from you.  Knocking precisely three times on the door, you took a step back and clasped your hands behind you. You couldn't wait to see his smile when he sees you.

"Surprise!" You said, doing jazz hands the moment the door opened.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Heeseung asked you.

You blinked, slightly lowering your hands. Heeseung wasn't smiling at you like you thought he would be, instead he was looking down on you with furrowed eyebrows. His hair was dishevelled, like he ran his fingers through it multiple times and he wasn't opening the door fully, like he was blocking something.

"I was going to surprise you, since exams are over and all-"

"Why didn't you text me beforehand?" He cut you off.

You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms, annoyed that he was questioning you instead of being happy to see you. "Because it was a surprise, Hee, that's the whole point. I wasn't supposed to tell you, surprises don't work like that."

Heeseung opened his mouth but cut himself off with a sigh, he turned his head around to look inside then back at you. "I didn't mean it that way, I just wished you would've told me before," he repeated with a softer tone this time.

You frowned and dropped your arms, you shouldn't have listened to Chaeryeong. Maybe you should leave, the next bus would be in two hours. Heeseung was still leaning against his door, you couldn't see past him. "Whatever, I'll leave then," you mumbled and waved him off, turning on your heel to walk away.

"Y/N! Wait!" Heeseung called after you but you ignored his calls and just continued forward. The taller boy caught up with you and grabbed your wrist.

You tried to shake him off but his hold on you was strong. "Let me go," you said through gritted teeth.

"No, you're mad," he said.

"Of course, I am! I wanted to surprise my boyfriend after not seeing him for weeks but he doesn't even look happy to see me!" You sneered at him, still trying to shake his hand off your wrist.

Heeseung's hands moved to hold your shoulders instead to keep you in place, forcing you to look at him. "Hey, I didn't say I wasn't happy to see you. I am happy to see you, okay? It's just that today's a busy day, love," he explained to you softly.

You stopped squirming and sighed. "Sorry, I just…I just really missed you okay," you told him. You overreacted and got mad at him without letting him explain himself. "Sorry," you said again.

Heeseung smiled warmly at you and pulled you into a hug. "It's okay, love," he planted a kiss on top of your head. You rested your chin on his shoulder and returned the hug.

Then, you watched as a certain blonde walked out of Heeseung's room. Hyewon stepped out of his room and waved at you with a smile. Was Heeseung hiding her? You slightly pushed Heeseung away and he took a step back in confusion. He turned around to see Hyewon and then back at you.

"Hyewon and I were working on a project," he quickly explained.

"Yeah," the other girl nodded in agreement. "If I had known you were coming today, I wouldn't have bothered Heeseung," she said.

"Ah, no. I'm sorry for interrupting the two of you," you apologised, slightly ducking your head. You're not sure if you meant the apology. Should you be sorry that you interrupted them? But Heeseung was your boyfriend.

"Well, I'll leave you two be," Hyewon smiled at the both of you before walking away.

You watched as Heeseung smiled at her and how his eyes followed her figure until she disappeared down the stairs. You bit your lower lip and clenched your fist together, feeling uneasy in your chest once again. Your hand reached to tug on his sleeve and he finally looked at you, like he forgot you were there in the first place.

He moved to hold your hand and lead you into his room, not before smiling softly at you. Instead of the usual feeling of butterflies in your stomach whenever he smiled at you, there was a sinking feeling. Because he smiled at Hyewon the same way. Your lips raised a small smile for him but it didn't reach your eyes. He doesn't seem to notice.

The door closed behind the two of you and you swung your arms before clasping your hands behind you. "So, what was Hyewon doing here?" You tried to ask naturally.

Heeseung wasn't looking at you when he replied, "She was here for a project," he hummed.

"What project?" You continued to ask more.

"For school," he simply replied, taking a seat on his bed.

You leaned against his desk while nodding your head. "Ah, so you're helping her?"

"Uh huh."

"Ah, didn't know you guys were this close…"

"Well, we are neighbours so it's just natural that we grew close, you know," he shrugged.

"Close enough to get on the Ferris Wheel with," you muttered under your breath. You thought Heeseung wasn't able to pick up what you said but his eyes snapped to look at you. You gulped, knowing you were caught.

"Love, I already said that we were there for the music video shooting," he told you with a tired sigh.

"I know, I know but I can't help feeling jealous, Hee," you explained yourself.

Your boyfriend sighed exasperatedly as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I already told you that we're just friends, there's nothing to be jealous of."

"Well, you would be jealous too if your boyfriend didn't mention that he was going to the amusement park with you and you found him hanging with another girl!" You scoffed sarcastically.

"I already told you it wasn't planned, Y/N. Why don't you trust me?" His voice was slightly raised when he spoke the last sentence, his expression was begging you to drop the topic.

But your stubborn self refused to let it go and stood up straighter. "Because you're making it really hard to trust you."

"What?" He looked at you in disbelief as he stood up as well. "How am I the one being hard right now? You're just being paranoid and you're letting your insecurities get the better of you!"

"Can you blame me?!" You raised your voice at him. Anger clouded your eyes as you begged him to understand your point of view. "We're so far apart and we rarely get to talk to each other and you're always brushing me off! It's almost like you're cheating on me with Hyewon!"

Heeseung groaned in frustration and dragged his fingers across his face. "How many times do I have to tell you that we're just friends, Y/N? Hyewon literally has nothing to do with this! I don't get why you hate her."

"Cause you talk to her while we're together," you knew that sounded childish and selfish but you were blurting whatever that came to mind.

"Oh, so now I'm not allowed to talk to other girls?" He curled an eyebrow at you while crossing his arms.

Your words were caught in your throat. "I didn't mean it like that-"

"Then what do you mean, Y/N? You never acted like this before," Heeseung rubbed his temples.

"Because!" You threw your hands out in frustration, trying to convey your words out, "I don't know what's happening in your life because we're not in the same school and I'm scared that you're cheating on me with Hyewon!"

Heeseung knitted his eyebrows at you, you don't know if it was from confusion or annoyance, maybe both. "Cheating? No, you just don't trust me! Never once did I doubt your relationship with Jeongin, so why are you doing this to me?"

"Don't bring Jeongin into this," you sneered at him, "you knew Jeongin since we were in high school. Hyewon is a completely different story. You…you look at her like…you're in love," your voice slowly died at the end, it was the final hit on the nail. You looked up at Heeseung, his eyes widened at your words.

They said the eyes are the window to your soul. Brown guilty eyes just stared at you, because you were right. Heeseung couldn't figure out his feelings and you just did it for him. Your boyfriend was falling out of love with you and he was falling for someone new. And you watched as he realised it right in front of you. You swore you heard your heart crack.

He held his head and took a step back from you, silence fell upon the both of you. "I-I think you should go," he managed to say.

"Yeah," you croaked out, your throat was swelling up. You walked past Heeseung in hurried steps and out the door to the stairs. You never saw how Heeseung dropped to his bed with his head in his head as guilty tears slowly rolled down his cheeks.

God, you wished he had thought this through before you went and fell in love with him.

You haven't talked to Heeseung since that day, you knew that your relationship was over but your heart refused to believe it until those words came from Heeseung himself. A dark cloud hung over you and your friends didn't dare to ask. You felt betrayed by him.

You loved him at his worst, but that didn't matter. He gave you his word, but that didn't matter too. You were bitter, angry, devastated, heartbroken. But you couldn't cry, your heart was full of tears yet nothing came out. A single piece of tape holding back your fragile heart. A small sign of hope that you were wrong and Heeseung still loved you.

In the middle of a cold winter day, you were nestled between your warm sheets. Chaeryeong and Ryujin had left for lunch, not before promising to get you something. In the midst of your dark covers, your phone screen lit up and caught your attention.

[2:23 pm ] hee <3: We need to talk, I'm outside your door right now.

What? Your head snapped up to look at your front door. There's no way he was standing outside right now. Gulping, you pushed yourself up and walked to the door. Your hand hesitated, hovering right in front of the silver door knob. You already knew what was coming. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door.

The same brown guilty eyes looked at you, and the little white lies from before all came crashing down at once. You stepped to the side to let him in and closed the door. Your back was facing him, you refused to look at him. Your hope was wavering, you don't know if you accepted it or not.

"I'm sorry," he was the first to break the silence. you still refused to turn around. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Lies, lies, lies. You shut your eyes closed, your hand was still on the door knob, holding it tightly.

He inhaled a deep breath before saying his next words, "This is the end."

The words pierced your heart and it started to fall apart. This doesn't feel like a break up, it was the end of your story. It was him telling you that he was removing himself from your life. Falling out of love hurts, but losing a friend is the worst.

"Do you still love me?"

"What?"

"Do you still love me?" You finally turned around, your glossy eyes looking right at him.

Without a heartbeat, he said, "No."

And when you were alone again in your room, your heart finally shattered and the tears poured out like a waterfall. You fell to your knees with your hands clutching your heart, ugly sobs escaped from your lips. You were crying out the pain as big fat tears dropped onto the wooden floor,

Chaeryeong and Ryujin nearly dropped the food when they found you broken on the tear stained floor.

Two weeks later (after being forced to get out of bed by Ryujin), you found your friends huddled at the same place of the cafeteria like when the music video was released. They were surrounding Daehwii with their heads ducked, whispering to each other.

"What are you guys doing?" Ryujin's voice caught their attention and their heads lifted to see the both of you, eyes widening at the sight of you.

Everyone exchanged nervous glances whereas you and Ryujin were left confused. You tilted your head to the sign to show that you were confused while Ryujin raised an eyebrow as if  demanding an explanation. Chaeryeong shoved Daehwii's shoulder and gave him a look, silently telling him to break the news.

Daehwii nervously looked between you and his phone before sighing, his shoulders dropping. Instead of saying anything, he showed you his phone. Ryujin reached over to take the device from him before you could see anything and squinted her eyes. The short haired girl inhaled a sharp breath and looked at your friends, finally understanding what was happening. She then looked at you, deciding whether she should tell you or not.

"What?" You asked her, your eyebrows furrowed as your patience was running thin. What were they not telling you?

But instead of telling you, she showed you. The phone screen displayed an Instagram post with a person holding hands with someone else. The caption was a simple "with him". At first you were confused on what it had to do with you, then Ryujin tapped on the post to show you the person tagged in the post. Heeseung's username appeared, your eyes travelled up to the owner of the post and it read Hyewon's name.

"Oh," was all you could say.

Your gaze averted down and you don't see how your friends exchange worried glances. "Y/N..." Chaeryeong softly called out to you while she walked towards you. She angled her head to look at your face with her arms around you.

Your mind was a mess, it took him two weeks to find someone new. No, not someone new. It took him two weeks to go off and date her. He talked to her when you were together. And you knew if he truly loved you, there was no damn way he could fall in love with somebody that quickly. Ryujin and Chaeryeong embraced you but you felt numb. He betrayed you. And you knew that he'll never feel sorry for the way you hurt.

"He cheated on you," you heard Jeongin say, but you shook your head as you tried to rub the tears away.

"Guess he didn't cheat but he's still a traitor," Jeongin rephrased.

The girls hugged you tighter when you let out a choked sob. Jeongin was right, he didn't cheat but he was a traitor. You played dumb but you always knew that he'd talk to her, maybe did even worse but you kept quiet so you could keep him.

God you wished that he had thought it through, before you went and fell in love with him.

© chaeryybomb 2021

a/n: this took so long to write and i wrote more than i expected. thank you for waiting and reading this, see y'all in "drivers license"!

#chaeryybomb; the sour series #enhypen #lee heeseung #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung imagines #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #enhypen angst #lee heeseung angst #heeseung angst #kpop imagines #enhypen scenarios #lee heeseung scenarios #heeseung scenarios

[samstree]

for the cliche tropes, 27. Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second with geraskier, if you please <3

Thank you for the prompt! 🌼 Sorry it’s quite late but please enjoy this tiny piece of pining on this fine Friday.

(1.3k, geraskier, slow dancing, drunk jaskier, protective geralt, no warnings.)

“Oh, Geralt! Fancy seeing you here!” Jaskier exclaims, as if they didn’t come to the banquet together.

The bard reaches Geralt’s table and sweeps away his ale in one swift motion before chugging it all down. When he finally puts down the tankard, Geralt finds himself the recipient of the bard’s most charming and yet most performative smile.

Jaskier is nervous.

“Phew!” His hands flail dramatically. “Fine evening, isn’t it?”

Geralt hums, waiting for the catch.

“Let’s dance!”

Without getting a reply, Jaskier is already dragging Geralt up from his seat. With all the wine and ale in his system, Jaskier’s hold is not strong enough to manhandle a bulky witcher, but they end up at the edge of the dance floor anyway.

Jaskier’s warm palms rest flush against Geralt’s waist, and their faces are only a hand’s breadth away. Geralt can feel the heat on the bard’s flushed cheeks and hear the pounding of his heart in the din of the room. They sway to the gentle music.

It’s…close, too close. Geralt needs a distraction.

“What’s the catch, Jask?”

The bard scoffs, almost offended. “Do I require a reason to dance with you? Or am I not allowed to just enjoy quality time with my favorite witcher?”

Geralt simply lifts an eyebrow.

“All right. You are too smart for your own good.” Jaskier chews on his lips, again, nervously. “There is this one gentleman, who may have been too eager for my…company, despite my explaining of the situation.”

“Which is?”

“That I’m in love and thus unavailable?” Jaskier says as if it’s obvious. Geralt frowns with worry.

“Still?” the witcher asks quizzically. “Valdo left nearly a year ago, Jaskier. It isn’t healthy.”

That is the wrong thing to say because Jaskier flinches at the name. Hurt flashes across those cornflower blue eyes, and Jaskier looks too dejected, too similar to how Geralt found him at his worst, in pain and alone and roaring drunk. He never wants to see Jaskier like that again.

“Well, no matter,” Jaskier chuckles tightly. “It’s not like the guy took the hint and left me alone, so I had to improvise. Now, before you give me another lecture or something, you need to know that I had no choice but to—”

“What did you do?” Geralt lets the music and the crowd lead the two of them around the dance floor, careful not to bump into another couple.

The bard regains his balance, looking contrite.

“I may have implied that, um, the person I’m in love with is here tonight.” He pauses before continuing reluctantly. “Or I may have said plainly that he is…a certain witcher.”

“Jaskier…”

“I know. I know! But he was relentless and I couldn’t get away!” he pleads.

“Hmm.”

Geralt’s hands tighten on Jaskier’s shoulders protectively. The bard is too drunk to even keep up with the dance, let alone fight off some unwanted pursuer. In truth, he’s only relieved that he is here with Jaskier, even though the lie is hitting a bit too close to home.

Holding Jaskier like this, swaying with him gently, is once again reminding Geralt of what he isn’t allowed to dream. He no longer dares these days. Not when he’s the one pushing Jaskier away time and time again, not when he’s the one who let Jaskier slip through his fingers and end up with Valdo, not when he’s the one who inadvertently caused Jaskier’s broken heart.

“Oh fuck.” Jaskier hisses, his body tensing. “He’s coming towards us. Okay, act natural! Wait, what is natural if we were together? Oh…um… Just roll with me, will you?”

Before Geralt can reply, Jaskier’s mouth is on his. The kiss is as chaste as it can be—Jaskier is only pecking at his lips gently, never pushing in. Geralt only remembers to close his eyes after a moment, and forces himself to respond as such. To keep up the front, he tells himself, lest the guy is watching.

And he is. Deliberate footsteps are circling the dance floor, not far from them. Geralt concentrate on identifying the man’s heartbeat and his movement—

Jaskier sucks on his lower lip once, twice, before letting go. He buries his face in the crook of Geralt’s neck, his body still taut like a statue.

“Is he gone?”

Warm breaths ghost over the skin of Geralt’s neck and he struggles to open his eyes. The man is not gone. In fact, he’s observing them intently, just shy of stepping into the dance floor himself. Through the moving crowd, Geralt can make out his golden hair and slim shoulders, almost a spitting image of one Valdo Marx, only a little taller.

Geralt hates this man immediately.

Perhaps it’s those too piercing eyes, or the way his presence is making Jaskier nervous like this, or just the look of him. Geralt narrows his eyes dangerously.

“He is not,” Geralt says into Jaskier’s ear, mimicking a lover’s murmur, all the while not breaking eye contact. He’s heard so many times how his yellow eyes are monstrous, and Geralt is thankful for once. It takes some balls to not cower under a witcher’s glare, one that projects predator from afar. This one crumbles within seconds.

With a triumphant smirk, Geralt moves one hand up to cup the nape of Jaskier’s neck, the other one still pressed between his shoulder blades. He’s laying claim. Hopefully, the light can catch a glint of his fangs, but either way, the man is soon running off, tail between his legs.

“Now he’s gone,” Geralt’s voice comes out deeper and rougher. He clears his throat. “Should be out of the gate by this point.”

They are standing impossibly close. The anxious rise and fall of Jaskier’s chest slow to normal and they separate. Geralt misses the contact. He now has a harder time keeping Jaskier steady on his feet. Yes, that’s the sole reason to miss holding Jaskier.

“I—” Jaskier’s gaze is still fixed somewhere far away behind Geralt’s shoulder, oblivious of how reluctantly the witcher is retracting his hands. “Sorry I did that.”

“Hmm. It worked.”

The bard lets out a dry laugh. “Thank the fuck you are here. I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“You can take care of yourself.”

Geralt only has one hand at Jaskier’s elbow, holding onto him with a featherlight touch. The music has come to an end and the quiet intimacy dissipates.

“Can I?” Jaskier says half-mockingly. “One look at that guy and I could barely breathe, Geralt, and he doesn’t even look that much like Val—him.”

Jaskier bites his lips in contrite, his eyes dimmed. Geralt dips his head to meet Jaskier’s gaze, the ocean blue so lost.

“Hey. I’ll be here if you need me,” he adds way too quickly, almost spluttering. “—to get rid of unwanted attention, that is.”

Jaskier doesn’t seem to notice the awkwardness. Instead, a soft smile stretches across his face. Wordlessly, the bard leans forward to place a small kiss on Geralt’s cheek.

Geralt has to hide the gasp, his eyes wide. He doesn’t know why he’s more affected this time. Is it because it’s real? A voice at the back of his head asks. The last time—even with Jaskier’s lips all over him—was only a show, but this one is full of Jaskier’s heart.

“You are sweet.” Jaskier wipes at the spot with a thumb. “What would I do without you, my friend?”

“Hmm.”

Friend. It’s one little word that Geralt has rejected time and time again, and just when he begins to want for more, he finds himself trapped in the very same word. The irony would be laughable if Geralt is not missing the warmth of Jaskier against him so much.

How the turntables.

Geralt lets Jaskier retreat into the crowd, and if he turns to smell the lingering scent of Jaskier on his shoulder, nobody needs to know.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #geralt x jaskier #slow dancing #pre-relationship #protective geralt #pining geralt #friendzoned geralt #post-breakup jaskier #sad jaskier #drunk jaskier #the ex is valdo #I know I’ve been using Valdo a lot lately #what can i say #he's a blank slate in canon

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

Like I did with you

So I’ve been procrastinating hard during my study break for my exams, but here have a song fic!

Ghost of you by 5SOS

Genius comments: The song tells the tale of a heartbroken lover who has lost his significant other – due to a breakup or even suicide/death – and is refusing to accept the fact that she is never coming back.

I didn’t feel like writing angst and whenever I hear this song I feel like ballroom dancing (and I have).

Also thank you to the lovely people on the Maribat discord server!

Ao3

The sequel ‘It started with a whisper’ is up!

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Gotham Academy implemented a new ‘Study Abroad’ program due to recent funding from a local humanitarian. This program gave the students of Gotham Academy a chance to study abroad in Europe and vice versa. Countries like Sweden, Greece, Germany, Ireland and more participated in the program; offering a multitude of high schools with many different courses.

And because of that very wealthy benefactor, his son got first pick on where he would like to study. This was 100% not a forced decision at all to subtly keep track of the happenings of Paris. With that the Ice Prince of Gotham took the City of Love by storm.

He had been at Collège Françoise Dupont for the past few months, and it’s been hell. The class he had been placed into was ripping apart at the seams. There were two students that the class gravitated towards; he observed some of the others meeting in secret, without the knowledge of their respective ‘leaders’.

The first student that held the majority of the class’ focus was Lila Rossi. She was a black hole with beady green eyes, who dragged who ever was in her reach to an agonising fate. Damian saw through her deceptions and rejected her flirtations. The students that followed her, ate up whatever lie she spat out. Rossi soon learned that lies about the Wayne family and Gotham wouldn’t fly with him.

“Really? You worked with Monsieur Wayne?” The pink clad girl, Rose, squeaked.

Damian had just walked into class on his second day at the hell hole and already regretted it. He shot a glare towards the large group, “Who ever told you that is severely misinformed. My father has never worked with a minor from Europe, due to potential rumours and allegations it could cause. It is not a threat but a promise if a lie of similar caliber is spread there will be a lawsuit.” And with that he walked towards his seat in the back, the Ice Prince had cast his decree, the class’ atmosphere had frozen over.

The second student was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Those that surrounded her were Alix Kubdel, Chloé Bourgeois, Max Kanté, Lê Chiến Kim and the occasional secret appearance from Juleka Couffaine. They didn’t view Dupain-Cheng through rose coloured lenses, they were always grounded and opinions were respected. Damian, who was a loner without Jon at his side, was satisfied by himself; Marinette respected that and didn’t force him to socialise like Lila tried to.

So that leads us to this. He stood against a sidewall of the giant banquet hall, staring out at the crowd before him. Jon was walking to wards him with a can of sprite in hand. Jon had moved to Paris with him but had been placed into a different class. The boy who was the epitome of sunshine stuck around the Ice Prince, their friendship is an enigma to the Françoise Dupont students.

Jon’s face was flushed. He had just gotten a drink after dancing for the past hour. Tonight was the night of the Collège’s formal dance for their graduating class. Skirts of all colours and fabrics swirled, as their partners (majority of whom had matching suits) twirled them to the music.

Jon, gesturing to the crowd, asked him whether he was going to stand there all night or dance. Taking a sip of his drink a smirk appears on his face, “unless the great Damian Wayne is to much of a coward to dance.”

Here I am waking up

Still can't sleep on your side

Damian’s head snapped towards the taller boy, “Are you seriously using my ego to get me to dance?”

Jon raising an eyebrow, “Well?”

If I can dream long enough

The temperamental teen stormed off, grumbling about “Jon being as bad as Todd”. Scanning the room he search for a suitable partner, there was no way he would embarrass himself by dancing alone.

You'd tell me I'd be just fine

I'll be just fine

He spotted Dupain-Cheng stood off to the side, alone. She was draped in a layered white dress with black hemming. As he neared, he realised that the asymmetrical skirt was actually a light blush with her signature apple blossom flowers embroidered. She looked up at him and he straightened his stance, slowing his pace. Her sapphire eyes locked on to his, her bangs curled off to the side along with the rest of her hair in beach waves.

So I drown it out like I always do

She gifted him a small smile, a usual occurrence within her interactions with him. He offered his left hand, bowing his head slightly. “Dupain-Che—“ he cleared his throat, “Marinette. Would you do me the honour of joining me in this dance?”

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

Her eyes widened, not expecting the Arabian God of a teen before her to ask her such a question. She saw his temper during class during his spats with Lila and how he kept to himself without the presence of Jon. But here he was in a fitted Armani suit that made his green eyes glow, and hair messily slicked to the side. Marinette looked at his hand, glad that her makeup mostly hid her blush.

And I chase it down

“I am...” She paused to find the right word, “I am a bad dancer. It is better for everyone that I don’t participate.”

“I can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance.” A small gasp escaped from her mouth before she could stop it. She watched as his mouth twitch’s downwards before his facade returned with full strength. “If you do not wish, to I won’t force you. But if you’ll allow me I’ll guide you through the dance to make sure it isn’t an utter disaster.”

With a shot of truth

Marinette’s lips quirked, giggling as she took his hand, “Your funeral Damian.”

What had he gotten himself into?

The two entered the dance floor, taking up the dance support hold. Their dance had the basic steps of the waltz, with a promenade and many spins; some as a couple and some were just Mari. Damian soon found he enjoy watching the sparkles in her dress light up as she spun. It became even more enjoyable when he discovered that the dress was her own creation.

Dancing through our house

The two made quiet conversations during their dance. Damian pulled her closer by the waist as they repeated the basic steps, their bodies perfectly in tune with each other. “You are a fine dancer despite your protests”

With the ghost of you

Marinette tilted her head up at him, blinding him with a dazzling smile. Damian’s heart fluttered, the two always had a mutual respect but it seems to have grown into a fond appreciation.

From the tables scattered around the dance floor there was a blond, with his fist clenched. Lila had dragged him off of the floor as soon as Damian and Marinette made their debuts; together. The brunette was now off angrily gossiping to Alya and any other who’d listen. It was a hot topic between Lila and Alya that Marinette loved him, although now, as he watched her dance with Damian, he was unsure as to whether that was ever true. He sat there, glued to his seat, watching the spectacle before him.

Cleaning up today

Found that old Zepplin shirt

The two dancers didn’t notice that everyone had cleared off the floor to watch them. They danced in sync, no movement was made without the other following it. Adrien had realised awhile ago that even though he didn’t have romantic feelings for Marinette, he cherished her friendship. That relationship was now tarnished due to the path he took when he first revealed his knowledge of the deceptions. His father had forced him to keep Lila happy, even if it made him miserable.

You wore when you ran away

And no one could feel your hurt

He had lost her, and he was unsure as to whether he could gain any semblance of their relationship back.

We're too young, too dumb

To know things like love

Damian lifted his partner’s right hand and twirled her three times, they both were content within their own world. The two swayed before turning together and walking around the now open space.

But I know better now (Better now)

Marinette flushed as she realised what was happening around her, leaning towards her partner she whispered, “I think we’ve become an impromptu entertainment.”

Too young, too dumb

To know things like love

Too young, too dumb

Damian subtly gazed behind her seeing their peers in a circle surrounding them. He was on the inside looking out, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world. He whispered reassurances in her ear, he wished to finish the song before he released her from his embrace. The two drowned out their audience, focusing on each other and the beat of the song.

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

That my feet don't dance

Like they did with you

The melody slowly faded off as the last lines were sung. The two finished on a basic waltz step before swaying in each other’s arms. The music ends and there is silence, blood rushed to their ears and their breaths mingled.

The two stayed in the other’s embrace, face-to-face, staring. They broke out of their trance by clapping. Looking around Marinette saw many of her peers and most of the supervising teachers applauding their performance.

Their friends broke through the crowd, Jon patted Damian’s shoulder (retracting before he got bit) while Chloe and Alix pulled Marinette back to their table to discuss what Disney magic had befallen the couple. The bluenette glanced back at her partner, mouthing a silent goodbye.

The crowd dispersed but were still buzzing from their display. Marinette was bombarded with questions, not only from her friends, but from other students about her dancing with the demon. Her stuttered replies did little to quench the crowd’s thirst. Her face must be comparable to that of a tomato.

Damian, having noticed the building crowd and Marinette’s uncomfortable stance, broke away from Jon. The crowd parted like the red sea, unwilling to be the one to anger the Ice Prince.

He offered her his arm (to which she took) and escorted her out to the patio outside. She stayed entwined with him, as she looked out at the stray Parisian night; leaning her head onto his should. Here the two could breathe. Here the two of them could be their present selves, no ghostly facades needed. It seems they could drown out anything in the presence of each other.

Unbeknownst to them, Jon had recorded their dance, along with their previous and present interactions of that night. He thought for a second to use it as blackmail material but decided to just send it off anyways. Oh the chaos it caused.

#maribat #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #daminette #adrien salt #Jon Kent has blackmail #ghost of you by 5sos #song fic #good! Chloé Bourgeois #slight Lila salt

[sashi-ya]

Hi!! I just want to say that you're awesome and I love everything you write 💖 I would like to request a scenario with Yamato and female reader who has the same role as Hiyori, so reader is the daughter of Oden and Yamato son of Kaido... Normally they should be enemies but they are very attracted to each other. I hope this made sense 😇 with 14, 23, 45 from the spicy list and everything you want please! Thank you Sashi, take care! Sending you a hug ( ˘ ³˘)

Hi!! OMG of course!! This is my first time writing for him so I hope I get it right ♥ I love Yamato so much 🙈🙈🙈 I hope you enjoy this little (not so little) scenario darling!! Thank u for your cute words! ♥

NSFW ~ Yamato x F! Reader ~ Play That Melody For Me ~ [PART 1]

TW: HE/HIM pronouns used for Yamato (as it should be). Nipple play, oral sex, toys (strap on), face sitting, usage of alcohol, wet dreams.

WC: 1.9K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove @onepieceya (tagging you because you love Yamato :3)

There is a second part for this fic, read it here ♥

“My dear Tayu, Yamato, Son of Kaido is here” one of your helpers announces from behind the folding screen. The shadow of a tall man awaits you outside. “Son of Kaido, tch” you grunt, tightening the knot of your kimono strap around your waist...

You open the folds to appreciate your next “client”. There he is, long white hair, taller than anyone there, strong arms. You scan his whole body, from up and down. He smiles at you, yellow intense eyes fixed on yours.

“Please, come in” you tell him. He follows you inside. “Take a seat” you command. Yamato sits over a few cushions, crossing his legs. He ties his hair up in a ponytail, and when he does so, his clothes show a sideboob that it’s impossible for you to ignore.

“So, Mr. Yamato, what service would you like?” you ask him, trying to end this situation as soon as possible. The white haired man looks at you and smiles kindly. “Please, call me Oden”, he says.

You gasp and shut your eyes… Your blood boils. “Oden? Oden is my father and your bastard father killed him” you think and avoid shouting it by biting the inside of your mouth. Yamato notices your lack of words, and probably the fire in your eyes.

“Are you ok?” he asks. You shake your head, fighting between jumping and stabbing the man in front of you, or simply accepting his request. If you ever tell him the truth -especially to him-, Denjiro and you would have wasted almost twenty years and the plan to take down Kaido would be ruined.

“Ok, Oden... Tell me then, what’s the service?” you ask him again, choking back tears as you pronounce your dad’s name. He tilts his head and stands up. Yamato approaches you, brushing soft, slender fingers over your cheek. He lifts your chin up and stares into your soul for sure. “I don’t think you are ok right now; I will come back tomorrow” he says. You notice the gold shackles around his wrists and wonder why Kaido’s son has them.

You nod, out of words. You’d lie if you don’t find Yamato, not only intimidating, but also handsome as hell. The man that dares to act like your father leaves the room, but not before flashing you a sexy smile. His huge anatomy, then, disappears as he slides the paperlike door close.

Your legs turn weak, and you fall to the ground. Your knees hit the wooden floor under them, but it doesn’t hurt. Your heart does. “Why… Why me?” you say as warm tears run down your face.

Night comes, and you flop into bed, exhausted. You watch a bright half-moon shining on the dark blue sky of the night through the window. Sakura flowers falling like snow, dancing with the warm breeze of that summer, summer number nineteen… you only have to wait for the next summer… Mum's promise… Your eyelids fall and you slowly travel to the oneiric world.

Images of the despicable son of Kaido over you, his hands on your body. Cold metal feeling over your skin as his shackles rub your flesh. Your fingers tangled around white strands of hair. Your breathing accelerated.

You suddenly open your eyes. Panting, you only realized this was just a dream. “Just… a… dream…” you reassure yourself. Yet, your inner thighs feel wet. Your skin burns, your cheeks too. Heartbeats you can hear. Aroused.

Your fingers travel from your naked belly towards your underwear. You feel how wet that dream has made you. But quickly guilt hits you, hard. “What are you doing, (name)?” you say to yourself, taking your hand off your core. “He is your enemy, stop” ...

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“Mrs. Oiran… good morning!” a little pink haired girl wakes you up. She greets you with a big smile, laughing as always. “My darling!!” you say and snatch the little bean into your arms. You hug her, you love the little girl. “(Name)! Someone sent you something today! Hahaha” she informs you. “Oh, really? What is it?” you ask. The little girl stands up and runs towards a box decorated with the finest rice paper and some flowers. “Here! Open it!” she says.

The box holds a note that says, “I want you to play the "Tsukihime" melody for me today”. Tears sprout from your eyes, blurring your vision. Inside there is a new Shamisen. And despite being brand new, it looks exactly the same as the one she used to play when she was a little girl. The one that your father, Oden, gifted to you. The one that got burned when his father burned the castle. You hated the man with burning passion. Why does he have to call himself like your dad, why did he have to give you that exact same shamisen as a present… Why from all the songs in the world, he had to choose your father’s favourite melody?... Why does he have to be so handsome?...

And the afternoon is here, and he is too. Again the shadow of your enemy. He is there, behind the paper folding screen, waiting for you… You look through your window, Kyoshiro -Denjiro- looks up to you from the entrance of the Okiya. His sleepy eyes beg for you to bear with it just a little longer. He knows how difficult this is for you, he really knows.

The voice of that man pulls you out from the unspoken connection you have with your friend and protector. You don’t turn around; you just move your head to your shoulder. You feel him approaching you. “Did you like my gift?” he asks, whispering softly near your ear. It’s insane how much his simple presence can make you weak, confused, aroused.

“I did, thank you my Sir” you lie. “Please, play that song for me” he asks. You turn around, looking up at his face. He looks at you, fixing once again his golden eyes on yours. The tension between your bodies is so strong, your skin burning.

You take your gaze off him, grab the instrument, and sit on your turquoise cushion. He does the same in front of you. Your skilled fingers start playing the cords, the melody from your childhood resonates all around the room. Yamato enjoys the notes of such beautiful song. “I wanted to hear this for so long… it is just amazing” he says, as if it was the first time, he was hearing the melody…

Soon, the melody stops. You wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. So you take the lead. “So.. Do you want me to play another song?” you ask. But he is lost in your body. Yamato approaches you; his soft thumb grazes your lip. You gasp, something feels fancier on your core. Yet, you take your head off to the side. He is your enemy, how are you supposed to be with the son of the man that killed your dad?... but your thoughts got interrupted…

Yamato grabbed your chin and aligned it with his mouth. Soft tender lips over yours, his tongue separating yours. You can’t resist, you don’t want to resist. You want him…

Gently, your back hits the cushion. Yamato straddling over you, white strands of hair falling on each side of your face. The sound of the cuffs he has on his wrists hitting the wooden floor around you.

Lustful sights on each other, your hands travel through his back. He kisses you again, your tongues dance around. His hand little by little sliding the side of your kimono off, until your breasts get completely exposed to him.

Yamato’s mouth traces a path from your lips to your neck, and then lowering until it reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze gently the flesh of your tits, his lips rub your hard nipples. You moan, feeling a mix of lust and guilt, but you don’t stop him.

The son of Kaido deliciously sucks your sensitive nipples, he nibbles and pulls from them. You squirm at the sensation; the pleasure he makes you feel slowly fades the hate…

Yamato stretches his arm to reach for the sakazuki of sake you have served on the side. He lets the alcohol drip over your chest. The cold drops of it make your skin react with little spasms. Your lover licks every drop from your chest, the dry taste of the sake mixed with your skin makes Yamato relish at such a delicious flavour.

His lips lowers and lowers, until they get to your belly button. He traces a circle around it, you whine and extend your arm. Your fingers around his long hair. He grunts. His tongue finally gets to your core.

“I love your taste” he mumbles. You just babble in response, as his skilful tongue makes wonders with your sex. “So tasty, so wet” ...

Your inner thighs get bruised with the horns of his head, as your legs try to close due to the intense stimulation. But that’s not enough, not for him, not for you.

On the verge of an orgasm, Yamato stands up. He walks towards his bag and brings a strap on. Black phallic figure that hangs from a red string. Red string that he quickly ties around his hip bones after letting his clothes slide to the ground.

You wait for him to pound into you with your legs spread open and your eyes scanning such an amazing body. You call him with a beckoning finger. He smiles, sexily and approaches you.

The cold material of the strap on gets damped in your arousal, as he rubs it up and down your sex. “Yamato, fuck me” you beg. He flinches at that name but doesn’t pressure you to call him Oden… and then, he penetrates you, sliding inside, so deep, and steady.

Your nails carve the skin of his back, his breasts fall over your face as he thrusts you. Your tongue stuck out grazing his nipples. Both of you moan, whine, enjoy.

And your orgasm inevitably arrives, and you come shouting his name. Your head thrown back; your mandible hurts from sucking his hard nipples. And even if you were exhausted, there is no time to waste. Is Yamato’s turn to come, and you are an expert in such practices.

“Why don’t you sit on my face?” you command him. “Are you sure?” he asks, aware of his huge anatomy. “Please, I wanna get suffocated under those thighs” you tell him, and he does not think any further. Soon his sex is over your mouth, and you enjoy every single part of his core. You suck, lick, taste his arousal, until Yamato comes squirming over your countenance.

Both of you lay over the cushions on the floor, admiring the sakura petals rain over the city through the window. He caresses your body, and softly tells you “I’m sorry if I asked you to call me Oden…”. You don’t really understand why he says such a thing… Does he know who you are? “What do you mean?” you ask. “I know who you are, (name)” he whispers, low enough for just you to hear it.

You stand up, scared. “How… how do you know my name?” you tell him. “I have your dad’s diary… that’s why I asked the only person that knows how to play that melody to do it for me… I’m on your side, Princess..." ♥ ~

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[morkleemelon]

nct ideal types 2021 :: 127

dream version | the confirmed facts are all from various interviews or fan questions but ‘my thoughts’ may well not be accurate! this is just for fun~ mark and haechan are in the dream version

moon taeil

confirmed: someone cute with a short bob hairstyle

my thoughts:

taeil is a super chill, laid back guy who gets along with more outgoing members like johnny and haechan. this makes me believe he’d want a funny, outgoing partner to balance with his personality

he mentioned cute so this makes me think small or petite. definitely shorter than him.

he said once that he would love to sing to his future girlfriend all the time (she will be so lucky oh my gosh). not to mention he is very passionate about music and dropped out of a prestigious music school to join nct. so he would definitely need someone who likes and appreciates music

he said if he were a girl, he’d date yuta out of all of the 127 members. so perhaps he just thinks yuta is boyfriend material, but maybe taeil is attracted to the strong-minded, caring type

seo johnny

confirmed: someone who smiles at him a lot. similar to girl’s generation’s yoona

my thoughts: 

johnny seems to get along with everyone so this is a bit tricky to try to determine. he confirmed he likes yoona so going off of that, she’s obviously gorgeous and has a beautiful smile. her personality is also elegant, but down to earth and funny

he was voted by everyone including himself as the most romantic member. he says that he hopes one day he can build christmas trees with his wife just like he used to do with his mom (I’m so soft). I think he’s looking for someone who likes sappy romance and will flirt back with him

he’s tall. and since he named yoona as his ideal type, I think he’d prefer a taller girl (but not taller than him). then again, I’m not sure if he’d care all too much 

he said he would date doyoung if he were a girl so I think that entails someone easily tease-able, neat, and proper

lee taeyong

confirmed: someone who can teach him, lead him, and make up for his flaws. a girl with long hair of any race. laid back. his ideal type is the same as ten’s. someone hard-working has a tough style. 

my thoughts:

he’s highkey a weeb (don’t deny this). no matter how charismatic he is on stage, we all know he’s a big softie who likes bugs and frogs and anime. he expressed he had a really hard time coming out of his shell and he’s quite introverted. he needs someone who’s strong-minded and knows what they’re doing

I remember when the rookies just came out in like 2014 and TY was 19 (?) ish and he confirmed that he’d never dated anyone yet. nobody believed him because he was so handsome but I have a feeling he was telling the truth. it’s been several years since then so I’m not sure how things have changed, but I have a feeling he would like someone experienced.

“any race” what a king. looks-wise besides having long hair, I can envision someone with great style. perhaps dyed hair, multiple piercings, tattoos, the works. fashion is something that tae really appreciates

nakamoto yuta

confirmed: a girl with short hair and is around 15 cm shorter than him (so about 160cm aka 5′3″). an empathetic, cute girl who doesn’t ‘act pretty’. someone bright and comfortable

my thoughts:

he has a lot of confirmed facts about looks which are also really specific. maybe he just knows what he wants. but I also thinks he has experience. it seems like he wants a tomboy who has a strong vibe

he likes being the ‘oppa’ and taking care of others like we see him do with winwin, mark, and jungwoo. he’d be into someone who looks up to him and who he can lead

I don’t have a reason but I think he would like someone who laughs a lot and laughs at his jokes (maybe because mark does and he loves mark)

someone who’s not embarrassed to be herself

during oshiete japan they had to pick out of 4 types of roses to gift to their ‘girlfriend’. him and haechan were the only ones who chose to give 3 roses to their ‘girlfriend’. the psychologist analyzed this and said that they’re ‘flirts who seek attention’. so that being said, I think yuta would like someone who gives him a lot of attention and reactions

kim doyoung

confirmed: someone polite and who treats their elders well

my thoughts:

I mean this in all seriousness, someone the exact opposite as haechan. while we can see in rare times that he does care for him, doyoung usually cannot stand haechan and all his tricks and taunting. as his confirmed type outlines, doie is really looking for someone who takes things seriously and listens to him well

I think he often feels underappreciated - a lot of times during his mv viewing reactions, the editors show another member during his part or just cut him out and you can tell he’s really disappointed (it hurts my heart). he would really like someone who goes out of their way to make him feel appreciated. 

when nct 127 went on oshiete japan, doyoung was the only one to pick the potted rose and the psychologist there said that it means he isn’t looking to just date around, but rather to settle down and have a stable relationship. I strongly believe that doyoung is looking for someone long-term.

also, his love language is giving gifts (from my observation since he often gifts the members foods during mv shoots and gifted TY the couple ring). my best guess is that he’d want to spoil his partner a lot with gifts to show his feelings. someone who appreciates his gifts and understands that they come from his heart

he thinks ariana grande is hot so that’s the only visual thing I can think of. she’s obviously very gorgeous but she’s petite and has an amazing voice

jung jaehyun

confirmed: a kind woman with long, straight hair who can communicate well with him. someone dependable, healthy, and into sports. someone usually calm but can be cute. doesn’t care if she’s older or younger. someone similar to him. someone like singer/actress IU. 

my thoughts: 

he has a lot of confirmed facts so I don’t have to make many assumptions here. someone with girl next door energy? 

he says he likes IU, so going with that, someone petite and cute. She’s not afraid to speak her mind and treats everyone with kindness.

I think J was born to be romantic (literally, born on valentines day). he said his previous ambition was to be a teen dad and his lines from make a wish english version “spoil her with loyalty” sum up my next prediction: he wants someone like a best friend who’s in it for the long run

dong sicheng

confirmed: someone with long, black hair

my thoughts:

he said his favorite actress is shu qi. although I don’t know if he just likes her acting or if she actually fits his ideal type, she is a traditional chinese beauty which I think winwin appreciates

he’s really introverted and is often overwhelmed by affection (i.e. all of the nct members). the exception is jaehyun and winwin seems to be the most comfortable around him. this makes me think he wants someone calm and chic

sicheng prefers staying inside to going out. not to diagnose him at all, but I reckon he can get socially anxious around large amounts of people. he’d like a partner who doesn’t overwhelm him and understands him

he really can’t cook (he couldn’t turn on a stove to make an egg on winformation). in the end, it wouldn’t matter, but i’m thinking that if you can cook you’d certainly earn some bonus points with him. it’s like that saying ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’.

kim jungwoo

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts: 

of all the members, I think jungwoo has expressed the least about his ideal type. not to make any unnecessary assumptions (but that’s all this post is really), but someone said he has strong bi energy. I can’t say anything because I’m not bi myself and I’m not him, but I can see this being a thing. take this with a grain of salt because I don’t actually have evidence

during oshiete japan, he was the only one to pick the large bouquet of roses to give to his ‘lover’. the psychologist analyzed this as him liking to pretend that he is in love and wanting to show his good side. he “can’t express his real feelings and doesn’t want to ever show his lame side to his lover”. because of this, I strongly feel that jungwoo would need someone who lifts his confidence and reassures him

the members he gets along with the most are probably yuta and mark. their personalities are quite different but based on their similarities, I think he is attracted to confidence, open-mindedness, and good work ethic.

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[evertyun]

OPPOSITE ATTRACTION - ♯kang taehyun [ 1 ]

[ 1 ] — what goes on

PAIRING : kang taehyun x reader

GENRE : college au! fluff, maybe angst like 2%

"y/n, im a visionary not a dreamer, and if i want you, i want you"

"i am sorry but what??" you replied in utter shock unable to process what is going on right now.

"do you not understand?" taehyun pushed his brows together looking at you waiting for a reply knowing too damn well you are in all girls dream right now, if anyone of them witness this, you could lost your life on sight right here.

"i-i... i think luna is calling me! bye!" you panicked and ran off leaving the poor boy standing there after confessing to you.

you ran off straight to the girls washroom and look in the mirror quickly touching both your cheeks, no way this is happening, the kang taehyun yes kang taehyun just straight up said he wants you?

the next morning you treated the day as normal, of course not forgetting what happened yesterday, you went straight to your locker to get ready for first period.

"y/n!" you turned to where the voice came from, to see a girl linking arms with a tall black haired boy like drunk mates

"luna! morning, and who is that?" you asked seeing a new face not so familiar at all.

"oh him? that's beomgyu, we are part time colleagues unbelievable!" luna snorted out laughing and beomgyu greeted a small hello, being cheeky as usual he wink at you

"we getting some coffee and milk before heading to class wanna tag along?" luna asked you, while you were just packing and closing your locker door, agreeing like what could go wrong getting a morning beverage.

you were so wrong.

"tyun, strawberry milk in the morning again?" beomgyu coos out

"stop babying me before i make sure you can't speak again." taehyun turn and hissed at the slightly taller boy and to make eye contact with you

panicked you just nervously laugh "oh morning!" you smile and raising one hand slightly up at him

"morning y/n" he greeted back slightly smiling, and you swear to yourself that's the first time taehyun ever smile kinda at you? or you've seen

"woah woah woah am i missing something? l/n y/n" luna jokingly teases

"a whole season of penthouse 3" you replied jokingly giving your signature meme smile that got beomgyu laughing out loud.

after getting your drink, you notice taehyun wasn't with you all anymore, he must have left for his class. when you turn to your right you noticed taehyun was with yeonjun the school soccer team captain.

of course they have a match coming up too.

the bell ring signing its time for class as everyone disperse to their class, when walking to class walking up the stairs to class when you felt a tug causing you to turn to meet with the cherry headed boy.

you suck in all your breath

"t-taehyun h-hi?" you clearly are trying to hold in your emotion and laughter because what in tarnation is going on right now

"i hope you could watch the match today... even if sunghoon isn't in the line up" he said holding an eye contact with you

"i can try!" you replied getting ready to escape this unwanted attention you know you're getting from some girls right here and now. but he didn't let you go yet

"just think about what i said, there's no rush really, but yea have a good day" he said before walking off in a different direction, you know for sure you are embarrassed to even do anything right now

walking to class now you're just thinking, what kind of mess you got yourself into. you never had any memories with taehyun that's for sure besides the fact you both were in the same school since kindergarten til now.

what's more was the way both of you are built differently, personality wise. deep down you don't know what taehyun is feeling but you know for sure you don't feel the same, mainly because sunghoon the love of your life (self proclaimed) exist.

classes was okay besides the fact you keep wondering off thinking about what taehyun said, sure he is nice and all but no way you would like a stone, worst of all the man of every girls dream? just no, but you didn't have plan to turn him down because you're shy and scared to reject someone

noon came fast as you decided that maybe you should just go watch the match, i mean what could go wrong, although it means there's no sunghoon to look at but a cherry headed boy, how bad could it be. you left your class and look out the window from the fourth level, directly towards the field you could see everyone stretching and practicing, your eyes wonder to finally stop and follow a cherry headed boy jogging in circle next to the so familiar just met today beomgyu.

"oh who you looking at now sugar boo" you turn so quickly to be facing your best friend luna, denying with the "no one in particular" answer she just laughed off

"can't be sunghoon since he went for debate so, is it perhaps lover boy yeonjun?" luna teases as usual and there you go back to your insult

"yeonjun? seriously, i in no way would look at that flirty cheesy vicenzo boy" you said out loud with your whole chest causing luna to crack out loud "you mean casanova, not vicenzo" she couldn't stop laughing causing your cheeks to turn full on red from your mistake.

4pm came by fast, which means it was the soccer match, you decided to just go and watch, walking towards an empty spot at the spectator area, you sat at the empty spot at the back along with your bag and a bottle of soda.

the players came out greeting each other before starting the match, and you got to admit this was your first time watching a match sunghoon is not playing and looking at someone else, you felt ad though you were cheating on sunghoon. just embarrassing.

the match started, your focus was on taehyun after all he invited you to watch the match in a sense, seeing him kicking the ball and passing, god he was good and how come you didn't know of sooner. his stamina and physique was perfect although he seems kind of short. he was no joke a good player, you cheered unknowingly when he scored and you swore you felt his eyes on you after celebrating his score.

the matches end not long, the team won with a 2-1, a great match indeed, you decided to wait until everyone leave before you take your leave but no, you should have left first because what happened next, is what's going to ruin you for the next few days.

you sat there drinking all your soda before living the field, when you heard a few girls talking, sounding like praises towards a familiar name, when you finally take your attention to where all the talking was from you were greeted with a red headed boy bending down to your eye level blinking.

your cheek turned red immediately, you mumbled a hi, hoping it doesn't make the situation awkward, but no you could feel a few pairs of eyes watching you right now, and it doesnt feel friendly either.

"hey, i didn't think you would show up since sunghoon isn't here" he said

no way he knows?!?!

"w-what do you mean sunghoon ha ha nah i came because you asked you know, friendly support in a way right yea ha ha yea ha ha" you replied and that was your most awkward experience in your entire life

"well if you say so, but thanks that score was for you anyways" he said sounding emotionless before standing up from his bending position, you kept looking at him, until he gave you a pat on your head and smile slightly "get home safe, bye," his final words before leaving, going back to the team

"no fucking way..." you mumbled to yourself, the way you froze through whatever he said. kang taehyun impact is real. when you heard someone calling your name, a hazel medium length hair girl standing next to you with her sunglasses on her head, looking utterly shocked. it was none other than the one and only hyewon

"y/n since when were you and tyun close even" hyewon asked crossing her arm and god you swear you didn't want anything to do with her right now but hope she leaves you alone for good. but nope you pretended to be deaf and decided to walk away as she grab your wrist.

"i am asking you a question?" she said with a stern voice, turning to look at her your reply was simple yet unsure mainly because you wouldn't want to go through hell caused by her "and i chose not to answer?" you simply replied and left.

-

on your way home, you dropped by the near by tteobokki shop you have your dinner, while scrolling through tiktok and your instagram feed, to land on sunghoon post. your heart did a flip, the way you felt guilty for watching a match he didn't play, and luna would laugh if she finds out as well. now you're stressed not from your depressing grades but also how to sort your crush feelings for sunghoon and reject taehyun.

by the time you reach home it was late and you decided to take a shower and just head to sleep early since tomorrow there will be morning class might as well. you switch off the light and lay down on your bed, setting the alarm on your phone, before closing and going off to sleep suddenly you received a call from an unknown number.

you picked up hesitantly, and answered a tiny hello, then voice on the other line seems calm, "is this y/n" the person spoke, the familiar voice you swore you recalled somewhere. "y-yea?" you replied. a sudden pause on the other line, and you feel like shitting your pants, "it's taehyu-"

you panicked so fast and ended the call by accident.

a/n : no this is so bad but its the best my brain stopped but ,, in advance if i drop this series its because i feel like its going nowhere or something ;-; also english is not my first language so sorry for bad grammar and words

#txt #txt scenarios #txt fanfic #txt ff #txt imagines #txt x reader #taehyun scenarios #taehyun x reader #taehyun imagines

[kozisjournal]

𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐- 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖

first piece ! this one has a massive tw

reader tries to unalive themselves, vomit mention, cursing as well, but its touya so do we expect anything else

1.9k words all together, and there's an alt ending too hahah.

enjoy!

it wasn’t always like this. touya started to notice his partner’s downward spiral pretty quickly. he didn’t want to admit he was worried. he couldn’t show anyone he was worried. even them. but he couldn’t ignore the pure panic starting to build in his chest. it sat on his chest like a white rage, making his limbs tremble a bit.

they're fine. If they needed something, I would’ve been there.

he began to repeat this like a mantra, a deep breath pulled in every so often to hopefully shake off whatever this was. was this a panic attack? last time he’d had one, he stood in front of his father, pulling out fistfuls of hair with his small and already scarring hands. no. it’s not that. then what is it?

“hey, bacon bitch. we have to go over the mission for tomorrow. will you go find l/n?”

shigaraki. with a sigh, touya’s arms uncrossed from his chest, and he nodded before making his way back into the base. the walk from the bar to their shared room wasn’t long at all, yet the door was closed.

that’s weird, they usually keep the door open.

a swift knock replaced the silence in the air, the odd feeling in touya’s chest dropping to his stomach as no answer came. again, he knocked on the bedroom door, a bit more urgency within his movements now.

“babe? are you in there? shiggy called a meeting.”

Nothing.

“y/n?”

silence. his breathing became heavy, taking in large gulps of air to fill the sudden emptiness he felt. his head shook and a stapled hand around the door knob, his wrist tilting to turn it.

he was half expecting to see his significant other asleep, but the bed was empty, and felt cold against the palm of his hand. bright blue eyes scanned across the bedroom, falling on the open closet, a few articles of clothing laying on the floor in front of it. it was like someone had looked through their belongings. it may explain the closed door. one of the members had come in to snoop, probably toga. no, that wasn’t it either. toga would’ve mentioned something she’d found on her hunt. upon further inspection of the pile of clothes that had been looked through, it seemed like there was something missing. a small box, maybe? if it was something like that, touya had never seen anything of it, or what was inside of it.

“touya~ ya coming? the meeting is about to start.”

“i told you not to call me that.”

“but you let y/n call you that.”

“that’s different. they're— ”

“speaking of, have you seen them anywhere? I haven’t laid my eyes on them all day!”

another shock wave of worry rushed through touya. he stuttered a bit as he spoke.

“Y-You haven’t s-seen them?”

“nope, not once today. i’m sure they're around somewhere. i’ll see you at the meeting.”

and with that, the young blonde basically skipped away, calling out for twice on her way down the hall. did they go out? no, no. they would’ve at least told someone they were leaving the base. touya slid his hands in his pockets, abandoning his now very lonely bedroom to look through the others. with each room, he came up empty handed, finding not even a trace of his love. shit… wait, was that—?

a soft, familiar sound wrapped around his waist and pulled him from jin’s room and to the bathroom door. humming? y/n only does that in the comfort of their room. only after tough missions, or when touya relives the terror of his childhood in his dreams. so, why? before he can even think, his fist pounded against the slab of wood.

“doll? are you okay?”

the voice that followed sent a chill through his warmed body.

“touya…?

“baby, you sound sick. i’m coming in.”

“you can’t.”

“what do you mean i can’t”

“i don’t... want you to… see me like this..”

like what? touya didn’t understand. he couldn't understand. he’d seen his partner through plenty of lows before, but this felt different. were they trying to—?

his hand wrapped around the door knob, but unlike any of the doors he’d opened before, this one was locked. touya figured his mind was just playing tricks on him, and that this wasn’t actually happening. the door in front of him wasn’t really locked, right? however, when he tried to open the door again, it remained sealed.

“y/n. open the door. now.”

only an airy giggle followed his demand. was this a joke? were the events of today all a part of an elaborate, sick prank the league pulled together without him knowing? touya, again, shook his head, pressing his ear up to the door as if that would give him some kind of clue. it didn’t. he kept his hand wrapped around the locked piece of metal keeping him from his beloved, the almost comforting feeling of his quirk completely engulfing his palm. as the metal starts to melt, he threw his body against the wood, finally gaining access to the small room.

in the bathtub was where he found his darling, their head leaning lazily against the wall behind them as eyes fought to stay open. an empty pill bottle and it’s cap laid idly on the tiled floor next to the overflowing tub.

“get out.”

“no. what did you take?”

“it doesn’t matter.”

y/n’s words were slurred as they spoke, and touya paid no mind to their protests as he reached forward to grab the bottle on the ground.

“morphine? how much was in here? when did you take this?”

“touya. i love you.”

“answer my question.”

“i’m sorry…”

his eyes moved from the bottle to his significant other in the tub, as they began to sink into the water. the empty bottle was thrown to the floor, wrapping his arms under y/n’s to pull them up. their head rolled back, eyes following suit as their breathing became almost nonexistent.

“shit. no, no. y/n? baby, answer me!”

nothing came from them, remaining unresponsive in touya’s arms. against his better judgement, a hand moved to land a harsh slap across the unconscious one in his arms face. no reaction.

“fuck—!”

touya dragged them from the bathtub and moved himself and his partner in front of the toilet, quickly supporting their head with the palm of one of his hands. he sat himself beside his love, keeping them up as he pulled their jaw open. a grimace sat across his face as touya’s first two fingers pushed themselves down the other's throat, only to pull his hand away when he felt a gag. bile and the previously swallowed pills pushed their way up from y/n’s stomach and into the toilet with a harsh cough following. two cold, wet hands braced themselves on the sides of the bowl, another gag pushing what was left of the medication out of y/n’s body. their voice was hoarse as they spoke.

“why didn’t you just leave me there?”

“you were going to fuckin’ die.”

“that was kinda the point, touya.”

blue eyes widened at those words, his breath catching in his throat as the two looked at each other. y/n’s breathing was labored, still fighting against the sleep that was trying to pull them away from touya. a very careful, scarred hand moved to rest against the cheek of the other.

“you can’t leave me.”

“bub-”

“shut up. you’re not allowed to just leave after everything. what am i supposed to do without my butterfly?”

no words followed, yet the smaller one in touya’s arms remained awake against their own will. good. arms moved to wrap around y/n’s waist, tugging them closer as he stood. a grunt pushed past his lips as touya hoisted them up from the ground.

“what are you—”

“hush, i’m just taking you to our room.”

as if they had accepted defeat, y/n’s weight rested against touya’s body. an arm hooked under their knees, the other staying around their waist as the taller male lifted them and started carrying them to their room. y/n shifted a bit, resting their head against touya’s shoulder, eyes fighting to stay open with each passing second.

“baby, can you stay awake? please? for me?”

the smaller one in touya’s arms only groaned in response, their head again rolling forward as they started to cave under the heavy weight of exhaustion. touya could only panic, his steady hands now trembling as he lightly nudged the door to their room open with his shoulder. he made his way over to their bed, sitting the other on the edge. y/n didn’t support themselves like touya was expecting, but as he started to move from the bed, he felt the weight of the other move with him.

“shit. hey, y/n. c’mon, let me see those pretty eyes.”

another groan filled the air, and touya felt a sigh of relief rush past his lips. dull eyes pushed open to look back up at touya, their normal brightness now dark with the come down of whatever high had been chased. cold, damp arms snaked around touya’s neck, a steady breath fanning across the burned skin,

“why can’t i just take a little nap?”

“because you could slip into a coma. i’m not letting that happen. sit still, I’m getting you warm clothes.”

he didn’t mean for it to come out like an order, expression flattening while cold hands moved to rest on his shoulders.

“can i have a hug instead?”

touya hesitated, breath pausing for a moment before ultimately shaking his head.

“let's get you dry clothes first… just work with me. please.”

y/n could hear the desperation in his voice, nodding slowly as their hands removed themselves from his shoulder, pulling the sheets into their hold.

touya slowly pulled away, eyes glued to his lover as he did so. hurried movements carried him through the room, his eyes darting to y/n while he filtered through the closet for clothes. finally, a sigh of relief passed through his lips as he returned to them with a set of dry, warm garments. his of course, y/n wouldn't have it any other way. he stood in front of them, their head tilted down, eyes almost losing the battle to stay open. his hands felt more steady now, motions flowing easily through them when he captured their chin in a loose grip, kneeling down to make eye contact.

“hey, angel. think you can stand for me?”

they, of course only nodded in response, the weight of today's events slowing their body. changing was quick, touya’s hands doing most of the work while also managing to hold them up. the wet clothes were discarded, thrown to the side, but a mental note was made to take care of them later.

“i love you, touya.. i'm sor—”

“no, baby. don't apologize. you're safe now, that's all that matters.”

his hands warmed, taking their chilled face into them with the most reassuring smile he could conjure up.

“how about that nap, y/n? still tired?”

“absolutely fucking exhausted.”

“yeah, i thought so.”

he pulled them into bed, tucking their head into his chest as his breathing became more steady. y/n was out like a light, he was certain of that once slow breathes sent a chill down his spine. his head dipped down, pressing a feather light kiss to the crown of theirs.

“i’ll keep you safe from now on… i promise.”

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