#I am so so sosososo sorry for disappearing

[starjammin]

“Hi, pretty !”

#leonardo hamato #leosagi #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #leochi #rise usagi #samurai rabbit #usagi chronicles #usagi yuichi #yuichi usagi #i’m so tired #finally on winter break! free from college momentarily! #surviving ! barely ! #I am so so sosososo sorry for disappearing #I like using pretty as a nickname :} #I MISSED DRAWING THEM

[forsworned]

That Keegan post you made had me clutching my PEARLS! Your use of words was so masterfully done! I really loved the new vocab I learned while reading your work.

Your depiction of the relationship was also so so nice. Very loving and attentive and just so sweet. I could tell they loved one another and had already established boundaries that they knew they shouldn’t cross. The ending was lovely as well, a great way to tie things up.

Thank you for writing it! I’m excited to see what else your lovely brain comes up with!

-🧢

Whispers in the Woods: A Stranger's Shelter ft. OfftheGridCowboy!Keegan Russ

Sypnosis: When Keegan finds you petrified, running for your life from creatures unknown to you in the Haunted Appalachia trails after sundown, he takes you in for the night. Things get a bit crazy...

Warning(s): Mentions of Sexual Content, Violence, Petnames (?), Blood, Supernatural Horror (?), Eventual Smut, Barely Proofread, Reader is 28 and Keegan is 30, Reader is also AFAB

Word Count: 7.5k (enjoy keegan lovers ;)

Author's note: Blue cap anon thank you so much for inspiring me to write for Keegan. Honestly, I really love how this fic turned out and I hope you do too. I am so sorry I took so long to reply to you but you seriously warmed my heart so sosososo much when I read your message. I did not mean to put you on the back burner for this long/ Just know I have put so much effort into this to provide you a solid work so I hope that is a good enough excuse to have such a delayed response. Also so glad that you learned some new words LOL that really tickles me tbh, but I want to work more with the relationship that reader builds with Keegan in general or with any character x reader I write. So please enjoy this :)

edit: i think it's lowkey not living up to my expectations but ummm fuck it we ball

Sparks fly as the firewood in the pit crackles, casting an orange ember over you and the stranger sitting in front of you. His eyes, reminiscent of the cool, blueness of winter are lingering on you, and his heavy, leather jacket drapes over your shoulders to shield you from the chilliness of the early April evening. With his black cowboy hat slightly tilted upward, you note the black bandana covering most of his face, adding an air of mystery to his appearance.

"You really shouldn't be out here." His voice edges a precarious tone, though you cannot determine if it's toward you or whatever lurks in the abysmal woods. Maybe it was both. Your fingers curl around the distressed tanned hide, fiddling with the stitching of the material. A shudder careens through the columns of your spine, goosebumps trail over your skin, and the fuzz across your neck rises briefly.

"Don't look. Don't even acknowledge it." He instructs, steadying his gaze on you as he tinkers with the butterfly knife in his gloved hand. "W-what?" You gasp out, eyes reaming as your quivering vision sets on the embers of the pyre. A sinister presence harks over your convulsing body, heart palpitating out of your tightening sternum. But as soon as it arrives it departs and you're left heaving for the oxygen that was stripped from your lungs.

"I'm not gonna ask you again, what are you doin' walkin' around aimlessly in these mountains?" He repeatedly latches and unlatches the metal object in his hands, his gaze fixates on you. Truthfully, you were lost. When the engine of the old Dodge that you inherited from your grandfather abruptly cut out as you passed through a dead zone, it was all hauling ass from there on out. Classic damsel in distress situation.

Your father and he had both warned you about the Appalachian mountains. How apex predators inhabited the woods, preying on the innocent, ripping flesh apart on sight, or disappearing into the ghastly woods to never return. But, of course, you wrote it off as fearmongering. Never had you experienced the soul-crushing, harrowing existence of unidentified, cryptids lurking within the lacunas of the evergreens.

"My truck it—" You start to say, but the sound of him exhaling loudly cuts you off and you glance up at him with misery strewn across your features. Doe-eyes glimmering from the wetness that was welling in your oculars as your lips tremble. He outstretches his arm to the lantern on the perched log, "I've heard enough."

He begins to get up, extinguishing the flame, smothering it with what seemed to be a bag of salt and you felt fear creeping back into your system.

"Come on." As the pyre's embers fade, the lantern's switch emits a squeak, coaxing the oil flame to life, while the blood-curdling shrieks send shivers down your spine, ringing in your ears. And as if on cue, you cling to his side and he lets out a soft huff, feeling your arm coil around his.

The inferno acts as a bulwark from whatever is skulking around the both of you in the obscurity of the night as you move through the forest. You catch glimpses of shadows trekking about, seemingly running away from you now. A stark contrast from the previous frantic sprint through the woods in your petite, white frilly prairie dress that was now tattered at the edges and puffy sleeves. Now, you were safe. At least you certainly hope so.

A tiny light enters your line of sight in the distance, and you can only assume that that is his home. But you were still heeding the noises and images being molded in front of human eyes. It was as if the veil was lifted here, a supernatural existence in the vast mountains and woods of the Appalachia. You don't know whether to be terrified or fascinated, but you keep quiet as he silently leads you down the desire path to his home that is etching itself a little more into the horizon.

Approaching the home, you begin to notice the clandestine features of the house. A zephyr sweeps past you and the distinct smell of lavender and sage gently brims into your senses. You visibly shudder as the steps creak under your weight, your arm remains tucked into his own as he fishes out his keys and unlocks the door. Like a gentleman, he gestures to allow you in first and he follows closely behind, shutting it behind him.

"Shoes off at the door." He directs, treading past you as he tosses another piece of firewood into the lit fireplace.

What the fuck?

Is he just not going to acknowledge the paranormal manifestation that incurred upon them just now? The shadows of unearthly skinwalkers who infest the woods, who are prowling out there now as they barricade themselves from the outside? What is stopping them from forcefully intruding into his home?

You finally catch your breath for a moment, still feeling your heart hammering against your chest before you speak. "Are we not going to talk about what we just saw?"

"Nope." He simply replies, from another room and you blink back in surprise. Then it sinks in.

Of course, how could you forget? How can you forget the rules of the Appalachia, that were engrained into you as a child?

If you see something strange in the wilderness, no, you didn't.

If you hear something call your name, no, you didn't.

If you hear screaming in the Appalachian mountains, especially a woman's scream, no, you didn't. 

If you feel something stalking you, do not run.

Never, ever, whistle at night. 

Never go into the woods at night.

Never leave your windows open at night, even in the summer and honestly, the list dragged on and on and on.

Most of it falls on deaf ears never believing in the legends, and yet, here you are shaken up by things you never thought existed in a stranger's home who found it in his heart to shelter you until what you suppose would be dawn.

A wavering breath escapes you as you take a long gander at the well-maintained colonial home. The timeless and heirloom quality of the home becomes evident upon analyzing the vast array of paintings and framed photographs adorning the walls, each depicting individuals with strikingly similar features—dark brows, thick lashes, and mesmerizing steely blue eyes that seemed to penetrate your soul. You can't quite make out the framed artwork through your muzzy vision, but it's eerie the way you can't quite pinpoint why the face was so recognizable to you.

Exposed wooden ceiling beams motion your eyes to the inherited items and the mounted deer skull above the hearth. The warmth emanating from it felt different, soothing, lulling your quivery limbs. You oblige and kick off your boots, padding behind him as he draws out his gun from his holster and places it on the mahogany table. He removes his cowboy hat, hanging it on the horseshoe hat rack adjacent to the fireplace revealing his tousled short black locks. As he begins to unmask himself, a small gasp leaves your lips, fixating on his newly exposed features. And he was goddamn handsome and unusually reminiscent of someone from your childhood embarked into the backlogs of your memory, but of course, you brush it off.

And although he hears it, he does not acknowledge it as one hand grips the wooden chair and the other runs over his dark stubble. He's pensive. The last thing he needed was some heretic woman living under his roof for Lord knows how long. At this point, he decides that you are his responsibility and he cannot shirk from that for that would be unbecoming of a man like himself and he was raised better than that.

He glances up at the painting of his father above the hearth and you take note of the reflective state. His daddy was the embodiment of a Cowboy. Gentlemanly, charming, nifty, and always genial, providing the best hospitality a person could provide. No way, he'd accept Keegan kicking you to the curb, leaving you out for those creatures to rip you apart. Plus, his father would simply rise from his grave and kick his ass.

"You hungry?" He pays no mind to your lingering, bewitched eyes as he moves to the kitchen and you like a lost puppy trailing behind him. "Got some leftover potato leek soup."

And as if on cue, your stomach growls and he glances at your hand over your tummy. You flush from the embarrassment of your stomach being that raucous. He cocks a brow at you and you can't tell if he's amused or annoyed. Probably both. "Go sit." He points his chin to the table by the fireplace and you pad back to the living room, the tempering sensation of the flames causes you to become drowsy. You loll your head to analyze his stature. His figure towers over all of the antique appliances in the kitchen, muscles flexing as he prepares to reheat the soup on the stove. Rolling up his sleeves to reveal his taut, tanned forearms to open the cabinet and pull out the loaf of handmade sourdough, slicing it evenly and efficiently before tossing it in the toaster.

His form becomes a bit hazy as you lay your head against the top rail of the chair, mesmerized by the allure of his broadened shoulders, and soft pink lips that all by hide the peeking tongue indicating his concentration in preparing you a homecooked meal. Keegan never has guests over, in fact, no one is ever daft enough to come running around this way anyways because locals know better and tourists are too scared shitless to even enter this part of the Appalachia. He likes it like that, away from everything and everyone, being able to maintain his family's ranch that was inherited by him at the ripening age of 18.

His mother moved out to the suburbs because the death of his father was far too devasting on her already weary soul to continue living her days out on the farm. But Keegan doesn't mind it. He handles the livestock with ease, providing care to the birthing cattle, and maintaining the operations of the facilities as a whole to keep his honest living thriving. It's all in a good day's work for him. So caring after you shouldn't be too much of a hassle right?

You're suddenly awoken to the soft clatter of the bowl being set on the wooden table, the savory aroma of potato leek soup, and freshly toasted sourdough bread. He sets a glass of water beside you before he pulls his seat adjacent to you with his food.

"Eat." He orders, waiting for you to take a spoonful of thick soup. You hesitantly lift the spoon before glancing up at him. He blinks back at you, realizing the weight of his indiscretion, and whisks the soup with his spoon before noshing on it as if to tell you that is not poisoned nor drugged. Your other hand takes the bread in between your fingers and he mirrors your actions, claiming a bite from his own and you visibly relax.

The soup is scalding to the touch, but you welcome the sensation when you get a taste of the heavenly whipped soup. Not a single lump, just the smoothest, most savory supping of such a simple hearty soup instantly heartening your disconcerting body right down to your unsteady hand.

"I'll fix your truck as soon as dawn breaks." He flashes a glance before breaking his bread and scooping it into his soup. "Make yourself comfortable in the guest bedroom." He gestures with his hand to the upstairs.

"Oh, I couldn't—" You begin to say, but he will have none of it.

"You're not going out there until the sun's out." He replies simply, as he lifts his glass of water and sips from it. You observe the way his Adam's apple oscillates under his stubbly throat and you swallow thickly when you realize he's gazing at you keenly.

Warmth spreads to your cheeks and your eyes are now following the pattern of the wood grain. "That's…very kind of you."

"'s just the human thing to do." And there is an emphasis on the word 'human'.

You begin to play with your soup, scooping it up and letting it fall back into the bowl. "Right." Your voice is soft as you try to block out the memory just moments ago.

He narrows his eyes as if to study you. "What's your name?"

You glance up at him, and you're almost a bit hesitant to tell him. You almost want to lie, but you decide otherwise. "[Name], and yours?"

"Keegan."

"Keegan what?" You press. He raises a brow at you as he chews on his bread.

"Russ."

Russ. An esteemed surname that was echoed throughout your household during your adolescence. Presley Russ was a handsome and genial man who appeared at your father's porch steps every so often, tipping his hat at you with that charming smile and those glacial hues that made your heart jump. He'd invite your daddy out for nights at the rodeo or sipping on Highland Gaelic Ales on the porch from the afternoon til midnight, biding his time between Maryland and North Carolina.

You never quite caught glimpses of his son when you were living out on the ranch before you moved out for college, but you did remember a time when you ventured out past sunset in the abandoned village in the Black Hills you knew better than to be in when your daddy had to travel to Wheaton for the grand opening of his old buddy, Presley's restaurant accompanied by his reclusive son who you never remembered the name of. But for God's sake, who was stupid enough to go treading alone around the same location as the filming of the Blair Witch Project?

But you were a skeptic at best until you heard the unrelenting repetition of your name being called which led you astray, causing you to stumble over your own feet and ultimately collide with a rock that rendered you unconscious. Soon enough, you felt yourself being carried back to your home in the arms of the Russ boy with the hardened steely gaze that intently stared down at the knot forming on your forehead. You had never shut your eyes so quickly and the sound of his soft chuckle, caused you to be even more embarrassed as you were being handed off to your worried parents who were more than relieved and thankful to have retrieved you.

Of course, you had to act like you were unconscious. It was already humiliating enough that you were old enough to know better, but being ferried by a cute boy like you were some helpless damsel in distress was just mortifying.

But that was long forgotten by you in hazy summer days during your teen years before you went off to college and moved out into the city. In reality, you had written it off as a dream, a hallucination concocted by that vivid and graphic imagination of yours. That was always the case with you and the Appalachia. Always the non-believer.

But part of you was hoping that maybe he didn't recognize you after all this time, and yet the way he is staring you down is beginning to feel like otherwise.

"Blair." He suddenly says matter-of-factly as he taps his finger at the table and nods again. "Blair." A small toothy grin creeps on his lips before he chuckles.

Your eyes reaming as your heart drops to your stomach. "What?"

"Black Hills, you're the daughter of the farmer right up in Garrett County."

You feel the warmth blooming on your cheeks. He knew. "I—How do you remember that?"

"Knew you looked familiar." He dives back into his steaming soup. "Was tryin' to figure out where I'd seen that necklace of yours." He juts his chin, pointing to the family heirloom that kisses your clavicle. It had been passed down for generations to the women in your family as a symbol of health, wisdom and longetivity. You feel for the 20k gold pendant with lilac and sage engraved into the soft metal.

He looks as if he's stifling another snicker. "Think you pissed yourself a little when I found you unconscious."

Now that gets you real flared up. The abrupt change in mood was beginning to wrack your nerves. You sigh knowing that at the very least you were in good hands. Familiarity begins to set in as he breaks the ice, creating a more comfortable atmosphere between you two.

"I did not!" You puff your cheeks out at him and he's tickled pink by your endearing, agitated reactions.

His gleeful grin only grows to his eyes. "Now, who willing goes into the woods by themselves when they know damn well what kind of activity breeds over there, hm? Gotta death wish if you ask me, kid."

You open your mouth to say something, but it clamps shut. You don't know whether to be abashed by the way his face lights up like the stars in the heavens above, or by the fact that he remembers that you pissed yourself a little through your favorite pair of khaki parachute shorts in a known marked area where people have gone missing. The stark realization of it being a tangible memory was mussing at your trepidation towards him. But he's teasing you now and it stirs a strange kind of desire in your lower belly as you uncomfortably shift in your creaky wooden seat.

Pushing your bowl away, you avoid responding by guzzling down your water and then calmly placing it back down.

"I'd like to get ready for bed now, if you don't mind."

He jovially raises his eyebrows as he munches on the last of his bread. The smirk still curled up on the corners of his pinkened lips.

He wipes the crumbs off his hands and thumbs either side of his mouth before he gets up, gesturing to you. " 'Course not."

You stand up and politely push your chair in as you track behind him up the croaking staircase. Your body is practically heaving with every step and by the top of it, you're feeling a bit winded. Keegan decides to keep his comments to himself as he ushers you down the grandiose hallway. The walls are painted ivory, and wall sconces are tapered candles on held-up aged tin nailed into the parapet. Hardwood floors are well kept, but the small divots in between the grain quickly reveal the age.

He jingles the knob to what you suppose is the guest bedroom, but it seems to be locked. His fingers fish into his pocket and you watch as he phalanges through the set and then finally picks out the antiquated rusty skeleton key. It's honestly a bit jarring that it requires a key to fasten the door, but at this point, if you're being kept away from the monsters lurking outside you'd be happy to be his little prisoner for now.

He pushes the door and it moans open, though much to your surprise it's polished and orderly. In the middle of the room is a wooden four-poster queen-sized bed, with a princess-like sheer white canopy that surreptitiously envelops the bed. The furniture is a bit more romantic with detailed carved patterns on the bookshelves that line up against the wall to the vanity that sat adjacent to the bed. The carmine curtains that drape over the large window, easily maneuver you to the balcony, and the soft calling of your name beckons you to open it…

A sturdy hand clasps over your shoulder and you jolt as you turn to him. He's shaking his head as he towers over you and you look so goddamn feeble with those damn bambi eyes of yours shimmering in the tiny sliver of moonlight that peeks out from the window. He tears his gaze away to tread over to the window, squeezing it shut with the velcro he sewed into the fabric and reinforces the window shut.

A sharp exhale leaves his nostrils and his eyes are on you again. "I totally can see why you ended up the way you did." He glimpses over your dirtied and frayed dress, skinned, bloodstained knees, and contusions running up and down your legs. God, he makes it so easy to feel self-conscious.

He licks his lips as he hovers his hand over the knob to his right, and signals you over. You begrudgingly stride over and you're just as impressed at the bathroom. From the massive mirror above the traditional wooden undermount double sink vanity to the wine-red clawfoot freestanding bathtub. Little golden trinkets pinstripe the rosy walls with the soft warm lighting of the hanging flowery ceiling light fixtures. You squint your eyes when he adjusts the radiance to a white glow with the dimmer light switch before he opens the drawers one by one.

"Towels, robes, spare clothes, toiletries. Gimme a shout if you need anything else."

You open your mouth to say something and his eyes playfully narrow at you. "—within reason, missy."

Your bottom lip reflexively juts out. You hate to admit it, but you were quite the spoiled child. Never receiving more than a gentle chide from your parents and always silver-spooned to the nines by your grandparents. The truck was an exception. More of a parting gift from your grandfather that was left to you for the sole purpose of memorabilia scored into every inch of the tarnished vehicle. You hope that Keegan is capable of fixing it since most parts were made by discontinued distributors and they were definitely not easy to come by as they were expensive.

"Christ, spoiled rotten, weren't ya?" He ribs, nudging you a bit and you frown at him.

"Was not." You childlessly retort, but the small smile on your face betrays your feeble attempt at contempt.

Fuck, she is so cute. Keegan thinks as he assimilates your hilly yet winsome appearance. Just as cute as he remembers when he was seventeen, ignorant of the malignancy that poisoned his father's lungs.

"Not as much as your daddy spoiled you." You shoot back and cover your mouth with your hands as his brows lift in half surprise and half revelry.

"Blair's got jokes now, huh?" The elicitive nickname indicative of your former years sends another rushing warmth to your face and you begin to shoo him out.

"I'd really like to be clean now, thank you." You cast a scowl his way and he's putting his hands up in surrender as he backs out of the bathroom followed by the bedroom.

"I take it that the lady needs her privacy now." He leans against the doorframe with his hands stuffed into his denim jean pockets that are dusty and darkened with wood ash and the smell of the campfire lingers on his skin.

"And her beauty sleep." You add on, folding your arms. His jacket is still resting over your shoulders and he chuckles at your Hello Kitty print socks. The way your hair was mussed up in the soft glow of the lantern lamp on the night table was starting to arouse him a bit.

Fuckkkkkk, you were so adorable. It might have taken every atom in his body not to bend you over the mattress and spank you for being such a dotty woman before pressing his cock past your velvety folds as he makes you apologize in the form of incoherent, dirty little whimpers.

But the thought is quickly dismissed as it's formed in the sullied cogitations of his mind.

"Good night, [name]." He murmurs in his husky voice yet there is a hint of mischief in his tone that sends a frisson up your spinal column.

"Good night, Keegan." You susurrate, as you slowly shut the door and his expression remains the same as your view of him narrows until it disappears behind the threshold.

"Christ." You mutter to yourself as you begin to get ready for bed, as you feel the rush of collywobbles in your stomach start to well up a craving for the cowboy. The time on your cracked phone screen reads 2:03 AM and a wave of exhaustion crashes over you at the realization. Had you really been out there for seven hours?

The warm water soothes your aching bones and forming scabs scattered across your body as you gently exfoliate your skin. Thankfully, Keegan had enough sense to drop off a first aid kit by your door before you slipped into the bath. You weren't looking forward to the sting of the antiseptic, but you were more than grateful to be alive and have all your limbs attached. As you close your eyes and let the sudsy bath take away your worries, a coaxing voice is entrancing you. At first, it begins as a hushed lull intermingled with what sounds like your name and a bit of white noise that makes your brain all fuzzy and warm, but it becomes audible. Forming coherent luring words that resemble Keegan's deep, raspy voice.

Drown, drown, drown.

And you promptly find yourself submerging into the tub and the stillness of the water is subduing, but something is instigating you to open your eyes. You push away the thought, taking in the tranquility, settling into the comforting sensation of weightlessness. And yet, the feeling is not leaving you. You internally sigh as you move your body to the surface, but you remain dormant. Your eyes shoot open and your blood runs cold.

Above is one of the most fear-inducing creatures that you have ever laid your eyes upon holding you down on either side of your shoulders with slender claws digging into your flesh. It resembles a caribou skull with elongated antlers but its eyes were a violent vermillion that penetrates your soul. Its body was dark, rickety, and harrowing. Bones astute against the matted onyx fur and its tongue hanging out of his jaw like it was ready to devour you. Panic surges through your veins as you thrash about but it drives its talons further into your skin and you shriek out in pain. Water enters your lungs, your heart is stammering at cardiac arrest speed and you're choking out for dear life. This is it. This is how you die and the worst part about it is, you couldn't even call out for hope from the man who saved you just moments ago.

But just as you're accepting your fate, the muffled sound of a gunshot pierces through the air and within seconds the skinwalker is incapacitated and then dead. Soon enough, you're being hoisted out by Keegan's strong hands, as you cling onto him naked, wet, and heaving for oxygen.

Water expels out from your esophagus and you're trembling even harder than you were before when he found you, grasping to him and he's immediately talking you down.

"It's alright, you're okay. You're okay." He soothes, one hand tenderly caressing your soddened hair and the other is gripping your body tight as he pulls you out of the tub. He wastes no time unplugging the drain and wrapping you in a large towel to cover your naked body. In all seriousness, Keegan didn't even take a second to gander at your naked form when he was gathering you out of the tub and he makes that clear that his sole objective was to eliminate the wendigo that trespassed into your sanctuary.

He could've sworn that he had locked up every single opening in the house as he does every single night. It was like clockwork to him ever since his father had shown him the ropes to the place.

"…Kee-keegan." You splutter out as you continue to clutch onto him and your body is saturating him with water. He doesn't care though, that was the least of his worries. Your eyes are reaming and glossy as you dare to peek down at the creature that was seconds away from letting you meet your maker, but there's nothing but ash on the tiled floor.

"It was—" You begin, peering up at his harking steely eyes and his jaw tightens.

"It's gone."

"I don't understand." You shake your head, trying to make sense of what just happened, but the soft clatter of the rifle hitting the bathroom counter delineates your scattered mind. "Oh. But—"

"Get dressed." He softly prompts and you shakily let go of his t-shirt and he hands you an eggshell-colored peignoir as he averts his gaze. He's cognizant of the post-distress and panic you're in, so makes no indication of reallocating himself away from you as you slip on the fabric nor does he provide an explanation for what just occurred.

And to be honest, you didn't want to know. There was nothing more disturbing than the encounter with death in the form of a mutated caribou that leaves you shaken up. Everything just seemed too difficult to wrap your little head around, so let him take care of you.

A fresh towel is on your head, soaking up the wetness tangled into your hair and you relax at his balmy touch.

"Thank you." You mutter as your eyes are cast downward, eyeing the imbued, darkened spots on his nightshirt.

He delicately hooks his index finger and thumb between your chin and lifts it upward as he dabs at your features with the towel. And then it lingers. His intense yet pensive gaze, his stout calloused thumb that is now brushing against your jaw shortly followed by your quivering bottom lip. His jaw ticks.

"I'll sleep in here tonight."

Your heart jumps rampantly against your chest. "What?"

"You almost died if it weren't for me."

"Yes, but it's not—!" You fall short of words yet again and you're tearing your gaze away from him. As dire as the situation was (and it was), Keegan cannot help himself from being just the tiniest bit entertained by your endearing little mannerisms.

"I'm not gonna sleep next to you in bed." He deadpans. Normally, he would let you stumble over your words, but exhaustion is seeping into his bones and even as a noceur himself he was in desperate need of some z's. "The armchair over there quite comfy."

You follow his eyes to the brown leather recliner that was beside the bed and then back to him.

"I'm tired, Keegan." You profess, leaning your head against his chest and he's absentmindedly rubbing circles into the small of your back.

"I know."

Typically, you wouldn't be this comfortable with a stranger but given the unusual circumstances that were currently trying to slaughter your ass, you found yourself seeking solace in him.

"Let's get you into bed."

And soon he's leading you back to the bedroom, his hand is still on the small of your back as you walk on wobbly legs. He peels off the comforter and you sink into the mattress feeling like royalty in your crisp, clean nightgown, in your large princess-like bed, surrounded by plush pillows as the light in the lantern flickers. It casts shadows over his dashing features. The flame turns his glacial eyes into a soft apricot and an expression flickers over his visage—concern.

He's harping over your safety and the intruder that happened to bypass his heavily guarded home. No tripped wires, no movement detected on his cameras, and not to mention not a single sound was made until he heard your thrashing in his room across the hall. If he hadn't been there in time—

"You saved me, though." You drone, shutting your eyes as you tuck yourself into the cotton sheets.

His hardened glare softens at your words and how you look at ease now. A testament to your full, unshakeable faith in him. God, you were so quick to trust, it honestly scared him a little for you.

He scoffs. "How can you be so sure that I wouldn't hurt you?"

"Because your father would resurrect and beat the absolute shit out of you if you even dared to think about harming me." You state with a sly smirk on your face.

Keegan's expression briefly falters before he lets out a snicker, acknowledging the truth in your bold proclamation. "Crafty little critter, aren't ya?"

You giggle as shift under the sheets. It's almost a bit disturbing how you are seemingly fine and brushing off the situation. "Maybe."

He peers down at you for a moment and the welcoming feeling of your radiance starts to crawl into his chest. Almost like you were right where you needed to be, in his home, in his bed under his safeguarding. He wants nothing more than that. It's almost a bit perturbing how you are seemingly fine.

"Go to sleep." You mumble.

"You go to sleep."

"No, you first,"

"Who else is going to shield you against creatures of the night?"

You pause for a moment. "Good point."

He smiles as he walks over to the armchair, gun propped up against his left leg as he sits to face you. You're already curling up in a ball, and your chest rises and falls at a tranquil pace.

"Good night, Blair." He feels his eyes drooping as his vision becomes bleary.

You chuckle at the idiotic nickname. "Good night, Cowboy."

The remnants of tiny, foolish smiles are left on your faces as you drift off to sleep in your respective spaces. The last passing thought that crosses your mind is Keegan's tender gaze and his fingers brushing against your lips. Keegan wonders what is making you so giddy before the world around him fades out.

As morning breaks, sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room. The spring breeze wafts into the wisps of your hair and your eyes flutter open. The seat in front of you is now empty and the balcony door is wide open, and yet you're calm as you rise out of bed. Birds are chirping and the incessant droning of cicadas buzzing loudly against your eardrums is merely white noise when you recognize the low rumble of your truck's engine pulling up. There is an urgency that surges within you and soon you're sprinting out the door, and the heat of the cobblestone stings at the soles of your feet but you don't care.

The engine cuts and Keegan climbs out of the truck, sleeves rolled up in his army green henley, and he's wearing a clean pair of relaxed, light-wash jeans that skim the leather of his Tecovas. He peers up at you with wintry hues, tipping his hat, and in that instant, you're transported back to your childhood—Mr. Russ, tipping his hat with those same eyes and that glorious smile that always made your heart race.

The resemblance was both striking and uncanny, but damn, you were totally not complaining.

"Mornin', little lady. You're up quite early." He puts his hands on his hips and he's no longer the stone-faced, vendetta-filled Cowboy that you met last night. He's your friendly Appalachian Cowboy who provides you the sweet, sweet southern hospitality with a charming smile and a bit of a North Carolinian twang that sets your groins on fire.

"Mornin', Cowboy. Fixed my truck, did you?" You lean against the French iron wrought railing with your ruffled hair and white nightgown, rippling in the slight draft that carries the healing scent of sage and lavender. The fabric forms around your body and Keegan notices how it traces the outline of your curves and how the sun is hitting you just perfect enough for you to look like a literal angel.

But it's still the unrelenting, disconcerting feeling that creeps up on him when he looks up at you so unbothered, airheaded with that buoyant grin on your face. Was it really just a facade?

"Fixed it good enough for you to get back on your way." He turns from you to the truck and then back to you. "By the way, where were you headed?"

"Back to the old man." You cross your leg over the other, waiting for his response. He watches as the skin of your legs peeks out from under the peignoir and it's a bit enticing.

"I didn't contact him if that's what you're askin'" His hand acts like a sun visor to block the light out of his sensitive eyes to take a good gander at you.

"I would hope not. Don't need to send him into cardiac arrest." You joke and you see his shoulders shaking a bit, suggesting a chuckle.

"Made you breakfast."

"Yeah?" You simper, leaning a little more against the railing.

He can't help the way his grin broadens as he peers up at your flirty form. "Careful now, can't have you comin' back home with a broken neck, can we?"

Shit. Shit. Shiiiiit.

Goddamn him and his pretty face. He's already heading inside as you're locking in on him, but Keegan isn't one to give you the satisfaction. He'll play the long game and he'll enjoy every minute of it. From the way you're sitting next to him at the table with your dress bunched up to your thighs to the way you sensually lick your spoon covered with cream and he's internally chuckling at the mess you've made on the corners of your lips, feigning gullibility to get a rise out of him. Admittedly, it's hot. He wants nothing more than to lick your fingers clean and sloppily kiss your sweet cream-laden lips.

Mmmm.

He doesn't say anything. Just enjoys his breakfast and keeps his gaze lowered like a gentleman. The company of a beautiful woman is enough for him on a fine Sunday morning like this.

You can only wonder what he's thinking as you act like a giddy schoolgirl who's trying to get the attention of her professor. Not that you had a significant age gap with Keegan, but in his original line of work there was a massive lapse. Being a retired Marine had probably mentally aged him over give or take 10 years would have been your best guess. And leaving the farm to his cousins in his absence probably impacted him even more, well, according to your gossip girl of a father at least.

He made trips down to NC every so often to check on his favorite, reclusive cowboy, sometimes tending to his facilities when need be. You never tagged along though. In your mind, you were a city girl who didn't mind dressing up as a cowgirl if she saw fit. So coming down from your city job, in the comfort of your sweet loft that overlooked the NOVA skyline didn't exactly make you miss the Appalachia trails.

Still, it is nice being back here with a somewhat familiar stranger in a home you had only seen the outside of because, for the majority of your life, you had so desperately tried to force out the rural in you. Call it toxic, but leaving the mountains always felt like the haze had lifted from your brain. It was unsettling to be here for too long.

"You're nervous."

You glance up from the runny eggs that you have been working on for the past twenty minutes. You give him a sheepish grin. "This place makes me nervous."

"Itching to go back to the city, huh?"

That elicits a small chuckle from you. "And what do you know about me?"

"Well, according to your father," He says in a knowing tone and you narrow your eyes at him as he gives you a coy smile. "you love the city too much to move back."

"I don't think I'm too good for it. Here, I mean."

"Didn't say that. The Appalachia isn't for everyone." He butters his toast and then munches on it and soon it vanishes into his mouth. The night before is washed away from your memory, but Keegan loses track of his thoughts as he stares at the leftover jagged lines embedded into your skin from a creature that he knew you wanted to forget. A glance at his watch and he's up, wiping his hands and mouth with the serviette that was on his lap before he places it on the table. "You ready?"

"You got somewhere to be?" You raise your brows, not quite ready to leave yet.

"Matter o'fact I gotta date with an employee from Tractor Supply Co in about an hour, and it's thirty minutes out."

"New livestock?" You sip at your coffee.

A sad smile graces his lips. "Yeah, my last eldest cattle just passed away a few weeks ago."

You frown. "I'm sorry."

For a moment you swear you saw him get teary-eyed, but he quickly shakes himself out of the grief, grabbing his keys as he downs his glass of ice water. He stops himself for a moment as you get up to push your chair in and he can't help himself from tracing his fingers over the claw marks on either side of your shoulders. You shudder from the remembrance and his touch.

"[name]," He starts to express but your mood sours.

"Stop."

His expression falters and so does his hand as he lets it drop to his side. You didn't want to remember any of it. He notices how you clutch onto your necklace and he drops the subject.

"Your trucks waiting." He takes your hand and deposits the keys into your palm.

You give him a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you."

You begin to approach your truck and you feel relief washing over you as you run your hand over the tarnished, rusted hood of the Dodge before you open the driver door. As you climb in you notice that all your belongings remain untouched. Scattered cassette tapes, polaroids, and the little Hawaiian girl that swayed with every movement still plastered onto the dash. The leather seats seem to have abrasions, revealing the cushion beneath, but you write it off as a bear maybe deciding to try and access your vehicle after you had abandoned it.

"…[name], ….[name]….!"

You're snapped out of your stupor, recollecting your thoughts as you glance over at him leaning his body against your truck. "I checked the vehicle, it's all clear for you to go. Should make it back alright."

"Why wouldn't it be if you fixed the engine?"

The look you give him is blank, free from concern and any worry that may have been left on your face from last night.

He nods, pushing his hands into his jean pockets. "Right, well, it was nice seeing you all grown up."

That provokes a reaction. Heat is rising to your cheeks and Keegan is standing there looking cool as ever as he takes off his hat and wipes the sweat off his brow before putting it back on.

"Thank you." You say with more feeling, only your eyes acknowledging the horrors of last night. And that's enough for Keegan.

"You take care now." He tips his hat with a good-natured grin and you snicker at his little cowboy bit.

He waves to you as you back out of his driveway and you glance over from your rearview mirror as his towering figure disappears and so does any anamnesis from the evening prior. Or at least, you told yourself that.

And that was April. Months have gone by and Keegan doesn't exactly expect you to keep in contact. He's even surprised to hear a, '[name], says hello, by the way.' from your father during their weekly check-in.

And he definitely does not expect to see your truck in his driveway when he's coming back from milking his cows for the day with his new set of eyes that's in dog form, wagging her tail in anticipation as she sits.

"German Shepherd, eh? Suits you." You simper at him, leaning against the pillar of his home with glossy lips, and a cutesy red paisley swing dress that just barely covers your thighs. Your boots are hardly broken in as they dig into the grassy field and your hair is a little disheveled in an endearing way.

"Name's Miley." He peels off his gloves, shoving them into his back pocket. He's completely taken aback by your sudden presence, though he's not one to complain about a pretty lady showing up at his door.

"Hey, Miley." You coo, holding your hand to her and she's immediately reciprocating your energy tenfold as she jumps up and down, causing you to giggle and pet her soft fur.

Keegan doesn't even need to say anything as he glances down at the German Shepherd and she's already sitting on the ground between you two.

"Miss me?" You ask, coyly.

"Could ask you the same thing, Blair." He tilts his head to the side, eyeing you suspiciously. Something was off.

"I was just in town."

"Uh huh."

It doesn't take long before the act drops and distress is carving into your features. Lips are trembling in fear as your eyes begin to water.

"Something's been following me, Keegan." Your body naturally falls against his chest and his breath hitches a bit at your contact and the smell of your perfume wafts into his senses.

Fuck.

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Pleaaaseseeee 19 and 20 combined with wesker PLEASSEEEEE i wanna be soft with him sosososo much!!!

Sure thing anon! I hope you'll like it!

19- Praise kink || 20- Morning sex - kinky prompts

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It was early, and the alarm hadn’t gone off yet. You couldn't fall back asleep no matter how hard you tried, not to mention that you were in the mood really bad. You turned on the other side to face Wesker, who was sleeping on his back with his head facing your way and one arm next to his body and the other over his torso. He looked so calm and peaceful that you didn’t want to wake him up. But one glance at that pretty face did not help with your urges at all.

"Albert…" you whispered. Because of his super hearing, you didn’t need to call him twice.

Yes," he murmured, his morning, deep voice making you want him more.

"Are you awake?"

"I am now," he said in a calm tone. He could hear your racing heartbeat, so he knew what was going on with you.

"I-I'm..." you said with a feeble voice.

A smirk appeared on his face.

"I know." he said.

You gently uncovered the blanket, revealing his toned body. You gently tapped your fingers along his pale skin, going from his chest and making your way down to his navel. Wesker whimpered, and his hand began to rub your back.

His soft cock was laying on his thigh, and with a gentle grip, you took it in your hand and began to stroke it.

Hmmm," he hummed as his hand began to massage the back of your neck. "Good girl…"

His sleepy voice was sooo delightful to hear, especially when you had his cock in your hand. His shaft began to harden the more you stroked it, and soon you had your lips wrapped around it.

His cock disappeared inch by inch in your mouth. Its smell and taste were intoxicating, making it impossible to think straight. You bob your head a couple of times before pulling out, so take a breath.

"Sweetheart, you are doing so well." He praised as he pulled up some of your hair. "But I want to watch you."

With a smirk, you turned your head around and made sure to put on a good show for Wesker. You moaned and closed your eyes as your tongue began to twirl around his cock. Your mouth was wide open and your tongue out, licking his cock from the tip to the base and then back up again. When you reached the top, you took him inside again, going only halfway because he was fully erect and hard to take all in. You looked at him this whole time, and the man was enjoying every second of it as his cock began to twitch. 

"Hmmm, you are so beautiful, dear…come on, take it all." He said as he firmly applied pressure over your head to encourage you to go deeper.

How could you refuse him when he makes such sweet, sinful noises that drive you crazy?

Wesker gasped, and a small moan escaped from his mouth when you took him all. You were so proud of yourself when your nose reached his trim pubes, as you managed to take him all without choking.

"My God…" he said between heavy breaths. He parted his legs further and tightened his grip on your scalp, then he urged you to move up and down.

"Fuck…" he whispered as you began to move.

You closed your eyes and felt some tears run down your cheeks. It became a little hard for your throat to take all of that girth.

Seeing you have troubles and needing to feel your tight pussy around him, he gently pulled up your head.

"Come on, my love." he whispered as he helped you position yourself above his shaft.

One hand grabbed your hip, and the other positioned his cock at your entrance. His wet tip rubbed against your lips a few times before finding your hole, and then Wesker, grabbing your hips, made one deep, hard thrust, burying himself completely.

Oh, my God." You collapsed on top of him, with your hand grabbing his shoulder for support. The thrust wasn't painful, but it took you by surprise.

Sorry, dear, I got carried away." He said with his cock still deep inside you. One of his arms was wrapped around your lower back, while the other remained on your hip. His head was glued to yours as his lips began to hiss your cheek, slowly making their way to your neck.

"Tell me when it’s ok to continue."

"It’s fine." You said, hugging him.

Wesker continued, first at a slow pace but still going inside with the full length, and increased the pace over time.

"So good…so tight…" he said between heavy breaths.

The sounds he would make had quite an effect on you. They made you weak. Hearing those sweet whimpers, hearing him call your name, and hearing him praise you for taking him so well made you so soft in his arm.

"You are so tight, my love..." he whispered as he kept thrusting inside you.

"Albert…."

Eventually, orgasm hit you both at the same time. Your contractions made Wesker lose his control and release his load inside you. He pumped weakly inside your throbbing cunt after the first shots, then, after a deep exhale, he wrapped his arms around your back, holding you close.

You raised your head a little after catching your breath so you could see Wesker. He still looked peaceful, but this time his cheeks were red and his forehead was sweaty.

You pressed your lips over his, and he hugged you tight. His soft cock was still inside you, but you didn’t want to remove it as it gave you a pleasant sensation.

You both kept pressing your lips over each other, enjoying this simple, lazy morning kissing.

You would continue like this the whole day, but sadly, your moment was interrupted by the alarm.

"God damn it." He scoffed, looking annoyed at the alarm. Still, you didn't cease and continued to place small kisses over his cheeks.

"You have no idea how much I would want to stay in bed with you all day." he said, enjoying your small, affectionate gesture.

"I know my love... trust me, I want to keep kissing you all day, from head to toe."

Wesker chuckled.

"You are adorable..."

Unfortunately, duty called for both of you. With a deep sigh, you both got out of bed, even if it was so hard to detach from one another.

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#resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #smut

[hanlimz]

JUNGWONSPIDERMANAU

cass. pls dont say that and just. LEAVE. expand. i would like to hear your thoughts 🎤

bc truly spider-man/peter parker was my first love and personally i have had the idea for a jake as spider-man au for quiet a bit now but it has never really taken off but now i NEED to hear all your thoughts.

(also if u have any good spider-man au fic recs pls send them my way thnx 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩)

PLSSS I COULD TALK FOREVER!!!! BUT OKAY—here are some bullet points plus a small blurb/summary/idk? i literally am going to write so much im so SORRY??? (this has convinced me n i will be writing a fic LMAOO)

(+ two vvvv good spiderman fic recs!!)

it’s safe here (with me) by @enhypenandpaper !! | very cute story, well-written, i love when writers can put their own unique spin on scenes that inspire them it’s rly motivating and wonderful (i need to rb this on my fic rec blog asap) (jake x reader)

i’ll save you (again) by @jayflrt !! | amazing stupendous wonderful show-stopping ,, literally one of my Favorite reads on this app .. this author manages to encapsulate both spiderman And jake sosososo well .. they also make it a point to rly flesh out the other friendships mentioned and I Love That (jake x reader)

general hcs (?):

won is the dorkiest spiderman ever .. stutters over his quips, never has anything cool to say to the villains he fights, doesn’t know how to respond to ppl thanking him

one time someone he saved tried to ask for his number and he panicked and said he was banned from both t-mobile and verizon (he’s not btw)?? 

another time he just got done saving a group of ppl n said “no thneeds necessary” ?? bc he was trying to say “no need to thank me” n “no thanks necessary” at the same time

but he’s also the sweetest .. any time someone asks to “repay him” he’s a double it n give it to the next person kinda guy .. he always tells them to stop by the soup kitchen or donate old clothes to thrift stores or just be kind to someone else

also ,, on another note ,, won has the Biggest crush on u and knows u like to help out at the local preschool, so he always tells ppl to buy and donate extra school supplies

sometimes when he’s out patrolling late at night, he’ll see u on ur way home from the library n quietly follow u to make sure u get home safe

tries to talk to u once after seeing a spiderman article open on ur computer and u indulge him for a moment, saying how bad u felt abt the daily bugle’s tabloid pieces .. won’s p sure his heart exploded

but overall, he’s very gentle and kind .. ever the king of duality tho .. he can beat a bitch up when need be, but most of the time—won’s just a high school senior trying to get into MIT and make the person he’s been in love with since the beginning of fall semester feel the same way abt him

ANYWAYS in a high school!au setting i see a lot of ppl like to hc jungwon as class/stuco president, but i think he’s definitely more on the quiet side .. he’s popular, yes, but not too popular if that makes sense. for him, though, this is perfect ... he flies under the radar, and him missing school a couple days in a row every month or so goes virtually unnoticed. HOWEVER, you’ve always had a sneaking suspicion .. it’s not like you and won are Rivals—there would be no merit in picking an unnecessary fight with the boy who volunteers at the soup kitchen on the weekends and feeds the stray cats near the gym and asks the lunch ladies how their days are going—but, there’s something strange going on. you’re sure of it.

jungwon comes into school one day w a busted lip and a black eye. everyone is fawning over him, asking him what happened—did he get mugged, did his face hurt, did he give the other person a run for their money? you don’t bother checking in on him when he takes his seat next to you. you just hand him his calculus test (he did better than you again n it’s infuriating) and clench your jaw, willing yourself to disappear. that familiar, green monster hangs in the shadows behind you, and its breath fans across your neck as it attempts to coax a physical manifestation of jealously from your lips. eventually, you excuse yourself to the nurse’s office and skip the rest of the day.

later that night, you’re trying to study in your room, but you keep getting distracted by the daily bugle’s twitter updates. spiderman is out and about again, and they won’t let the poor guy’s good reputation rest. it’s all “spiderman fights villain and knocks over streetlight onto local man’s car” and “spiderman forgoes saving lady’s churro to destroy half of grand central station”—and, honestly, you feel a bit bad. he’s trying his best. but, as rain patters against your window, the sound threatens to lull you to sleep. exhaustion overtakes your body, your eyes are drooping, and your head keeps falling from your hands. and then BOOM—the loudest noise you’ve ever heard startles you from your fatigue-induced trance. with a look of fear in your eyes, you glance over your shoulder to look at the window and the sight that greets you is enough to freeze every molecule in your body.

the aforementioned hero is clinging to the side of your building, banging his fist on the glass and practically begging to be let in. his movements are frantic and a bit scary. you open the window as quick as you can and let him slide through the small gap you’ve created. there are copious tears in his suit, blood flows from a nasty gash on his shoulder. rushing around on some crude form of auto pilot, you grab a clean shirt from your closet and press it into his wound. you tell him to hold it there and instruct him to sit in your desk chair. he's sopping wet from head to toe, and all you manage to think about is how glad you are that your parents are away for the weekend.

eventually, after only almost vomiting once, the cut is clean and bandaged up. "you're so lucky that i've been trying to get rid of this shirt forever, mr. spiderman," you scoff as he perches on the sill of your window, preparing to swing away into the night. "if i had grabbed one of my favorite outfits, i would've killed you before that wound could have."

a giggle escapes from his lips, and for a moment, you find yourself taken aback. he sounds like a high schooler—young, lively, and everything but the twenty-something year old man you thought he would be. "sorry about that ... i'll have to swing by and drop off some laundry detergent one of these days," he laughs. his voice sounds so familiar, but your mind is still reeling from your recent discovery. the hero offers you a wave and gestures toward his previous seat. "sleep well—and, good luck on that calculus homework."

the next day at school, jungwon is nowhere to be seen. you thank whatever happens to reside in the sky that he can't see the bright red 67 at the top of your most recent calculus test. the next next day, however, jungwon comes in with his arm in a sling. as his seatmate, you're the one that has to help him out for the rest of the week. but, when you're sitting in free period, you happen to take another glance at the bandages around his shoulder as jungwon naps next to you. a sharp column of ice pierces through your lower abdomen; under jungwon's sling, the lowest layer of bandages are covered with dried blood and sweat.

they look eerily familiar. almost like the ones you used to patch spiderman up over the weekend.

but, jungwon couldn't be spiderman. he couldn't be—he's too sweet, too gentle, too kind. peeking over at his backpack, you note that it seems a bit bulkier today; a recognizable purple cap winks at you from the unzipped main pocket. a chill tickles the length of your spine as you register what happened to be resting against his class notebooks.

laundry detergent?

you pause for a moment.

oh.

oh god.

#ੈ.faves #ੈ.nyx 🌌 #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #jungwon fluff #jungwon x reader #enha fluff #enha reactions #enha headcanons #enha imagines #jungwon reactions #jungwon headcanons #jungwon imagines #LMAOOO i did too much honestly #the whole blurb is so messy im so SORRY #but when i have more time (prob my spring break ㅠㅠ) ill Definitely be fleshing this out n writing a full fledged spiderwon fic

[megafaunatic]

idk if ur like open to randos in ur asks giving u media recommendations, but i would give anything in the world for u to try and give the k-novel 'return of the blossoming blade' by BIGA a chance... UR MY FAVE CONTENT CREATOR SINCE THE YE OLDEN TGCFMDZS DAYS SO I WANTED TO AT LEAST TRY LOLLL its like my favourite novel of all time and ive been trying to force it upon everyone with little avail, which i dont understand WHYY cuz its SOO GOOOD like it definitely deserves to have the same level of popularity w international fans as MDZS and TGCF had, but for now it remains a hidden gem.......... it's an insanely long novel i will nawt lie (1.5k+ chapters and updating everyday but only like 500smth have been tl'd into english on the fantl site Sky Demon Order[who also post semi-daily]) but its sosososo worth it i prommy..trust me..:smiles: it's a classic 'hero from the past who died a tragic and preventable(?) death reincarnates a hundred years into the future hiding his identity to teach the youth in order to keep the future generation from following in his footsteps and making the same mistakes he did' but without all the stale, predictable, boringness u'd typically expect from that specific genre... it's an incredibly comedic action novel that takes place in ancient china wuxia setting & focuses primarily on found family and those close familial bonds between the main cast behind all the sword fighty action (dont know how to fit this in anywhere else, but its important to me that u know the mc, chung myung, is the main casts grandpa.. hes their peepaw.. he shows affection by beating them on their heads). theres no romance at all, but i would argue that is a SELLING POINT for this novel like i swear it is so refreshing, the found family of it all means soo much to me, so much so i am now going to force it to mean so much to you too(this is a threat).... if u do gaf abt ships tho then maybe the doomed, tragic, best-friends-to-almost lovers tangchung yaoi and the love at first sight iseolsoso yuri might catch ur eye *LOOKS AT YOU* i genuinely really really feel like it would be straight up ur alley, like its definitely smth i feel would at least peak ur interest imo (chung myung, the mc, is probably my fave mc of all time..at eighty two years young, he IS the next peoples princess and i want to hit him with my car and then nurse him back to health just to hit him again.. i feel like u'd enjoy him like that as well).. im so desperate for more eng fans of this novel u cant see me rn but i am biting into a leather belt trying not to sob and cry out loud as im typing this this is so long im so embarrawsed so ill leave u here.. i hope my pleas have touched ur heart in some way and if the novel chapter count is too intimidating, ROTBB also has a webcomic on webtoons by the same name (season two of the webcomic just started ^__^ ) and the art is so good and funny and its a good way to get into the novel without being overwhelmed by the chp count methinks BUT i would definitely consider reading the novel mandatory cuz the webcomic only fills u in on so much.... ok. i hope u managed to get thru this insane wall of text, my bad.. until we meet again...*salutes* *revs up my motorcycle and disappears behind a cloud of smoke but when the dust settles i am laying dead on the floor*

ok so first of all i respect this so much 🫡 thank you for spreading your passion in the final moments before your motorcycle dirt death 🫡🫡🫡

second of all this does sound really fun !!! i have found it on sky demon order and i'll give it a try... BUT i gotta be real over a thousand chapters and only two hundred of them translated AND no romance is unfortunately killing me... i just dont know if i have the stamina for that... im a horrible little fujo if its THAT long theres gotta be some kissing!!!!! sorry 😭😭

for u i will give it a try but i can make no promises 🫡 i will consider chung myung my blorbo in law tho

[ammwriting]

Update

I am soooo sosososo sorry for disappearing on y'all but I'd literally never written before so seeing all the support and likes from everyone has been genuinely so inspiring. Like how could I disappear now? I am working on the new chapter as. we. SPEAK.

On another note have you guys seen the new Avatar? And if so, what'd you think?? I'm a chronic movie goer so I love to hear different opinions and thoughts on new movies as they come out lmao.

#ammwriting #fanfiction #movies #thoughts

[djarinvibe]

After Dark (Mob Boss!Din Djarin x F!Reader) Pt. 6

A/N: okay i am so sosososos sorry this is coming out months after the last chapter. Ill be honest, I lost motivation for a sec but it’s back babey!!!! woo :)

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: flufffff, parent trauma, mild sexual themes, bad psychology (seriously, i did not go to college. i just googled stuff)

Summary: You meet Grogu for the first time and notice something isn’t quite right about the boy. Later, The Mandalorian allows you to go to your apartment to gather the rest of your belongings.

Italics = Flashback // Masterlist

Gentle streams of sunlight peeking through the curtains and shining on your face caused you to stir and blink awake, squinting from the brightness. 

The grogginess of sleep kept you hazy while bundled up under the covers, enjoying how soft and silky the fabric felt against your exposed skin. Stretching your stiff limbs, you yawned before cuddling back under the comforter.

“You can't go back to your apartment.” The man spoke, swirling liquor around in his glass. His gaze was focused on the movement.

“Why not?” You furrowed your brow, mind racing. Besides your earlier thought of moving and getting rid of items your parents owned, there was still some stuff you'd like to keep.

“It’s unsafe. Moff knows where you live.” The Mandalorian’s eyes met your own with a firm glare, as if he could not be convinced otherwise. “And like I said, you're never leaving my sight again.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You nodded, swallowing thickly while standing up and stepping away from the couch you currently sat on. 

Your mind ran as you played with your fingers, stepping across his office and approaching the window that looked out across the club. You could see Omera standing behind the bar, happily flirting with a patron sitting across from her. It almost made you miss the simple days of being a waitress down on the club floor; chatting with your coworkers, flirting for better tips, slapping the hell out of handsy guests.

Now, just three months later, everything has changed. For better or worse… you couldn’t tell yet.

The Mandalorian caught your attention, setting his glass onto the coffee table and standing up, “Flower, you will be taken care of.” He spoke softly as he walked across the room to where you stood by the window. He gently pulled you into his grasp, arms tightly wrapping around your waist. 

“From now on, you're no longer my employee,” He spoke softly, eyes meeting your own, “You're my Cyar’ika.”

“Good morning.” The deep voice of the Mandalorian caused you to jump slightly, before remembering where you were.

You quickly sat up in bed, eyes greeting the sight of the man standing in the doorway. He had his mask on, but still donned his pajamas; a simple button down top that was blue with white stripes, and bottoms to match. His hair was slightly tussled, proving that he hadn’t even bothered to comb it yet. 

“Morning, sir.” You murmured, subconsciously pulling the sheets around your barely-dressed figure. After you learned that you couldn't go home, the man wasted no time declaring that you’d be staying with him. 

“You don’t have to call me that anymore,” He commented as he padded into the room. You just then noticed the two mugs filled with steaming coffee in his grasp.

“Habit.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he handed you one of the mugs. You gently scooped it into your hands, eager to sip the warm liquid and hide your embarrassment.

His ungloved hand rose up to your cheek after you had lowered the mug, cupping your face. “I've arranged a trip to your apartment.” The man spoke softly, “You can pick up what you need; clothes and personal items.”

Blinking, you furrowed your brow in confusion, “I thought it was unsafe?” 

The man sighed, pulling away and treading towards the closet. This decision clearly wasn't easy on him, his body language becoming defensive just before he disappeared into the walk-in. It took a moment, but when he stepped out, he had an entire outfit in his grasp, but it wasn't for him, it was for you.

“I'm sending you with Mayfeld and a few of my other guys.” He spoke, handing you the articles. His eyes couldn't help but stare as you quickly exited the safety of the sheets, exposing your chest for mere moments before you pulled the top on. 

“Why aren't you coming?” You then asked, grabbing the bottoms. 

“I have business at the docks.” It was a simple lie, but he knew it was better than telling you the truth. He isn't going to the docks, but instead he’s actually going to execute his plan to blow up Moff’s building on the edge of Nevarro; The plan he had discussed with Greef Karga weeks ago.

He knew it needed to be done, but he also needed to know that you're going to be safe and far away at the same time. He trusts Mayfeld to make sure you remain unscathed.

“Okay.” You nodded, grabbing the coffee you had set down.

He stepped closer to your figure once more, free hand wrapping around your waist. You could smell his aftershave hidden behind the mask, mixed with the coffees in your grasp, the scents intoxicating your senses. 

“I’ll miss you today.” You murmured into his neck. He responded with a low hum, grip tightening around your waist. 

You really are going to miss The Mandalorian. The thought of going to your apartment without him by your side was gut-turning. The anxiety filling your veins at the thought was also causing your stomach to twist. 

“Hey,” The man's quiet call for attention prompted you to move your head from resting in the crook of his neck, eyes greeting shyly, “I'll miss you too, Cyar'ika.”

You bit your lip, cheeks warming up at the endearment. You then frowned, your free hand raising up to cup his face over the mask “I wish I had a cute pet name to call you. I don't even know your actual name.”

His eyes searched your own. You could see his thoughts rushing behind them, wishing desperately to know what he was thinking. Out of the corner of your eye, his hand raised behind his head. The gray mask that covered everything below the bridge of his nose began to shift before he pulled it off, revealing the rest of his face. Your mouth parted as you gasped, eyes widening. 

He was attractive, and it made your core and stomach clench tightly. 

His brows were furrowed so tight, a wrinkle had formed between them. His eyes, dark and broody, stared directly into your own. He had a soft, curved nose, while his lips sat tight lipped. You noted he had stubble, not too long, but enough to be noticeable. His face also donned a few small scars; no doubt from his past. He had his guard up by the obvious frown indented in his expression, clearly worried about whatever your reaction will be. 

“My name is Din. Din Djarin.”  

 Your heart raced at his confession, something so intimate and personal he’s probably hardly admitted to a handful of people, “Din,” You repeated, his name leaving your lips, “It's so wonderful to meet you.”

The man’s grim expression softened at the sound of his name. It was the first time you'd seen him don something else rather than a straight, angry brow. You wasted no time pulling your heads together into a firm, eager kiss. Taking the opportunity to place your hand along the side of his bare cheek, you enjoyed the scratch of his facial hair both on your palm and chin.

Din deepened the kiss, one hand moving from your waist down to your ass and groping the clothed flesh generously. You couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping, caressing the man's lips. He let out a soft groan in return, before pulling away. 

“The boy is waiting for us in the kitchen with the nanny. I had the chef make breakfast.” He grunted, “Or else I'd fuck you until you can't walk.”

“Rain check,” You quickly spoke with a nod, feeling your core throb at the mention. Din smirked, agreeing to your offer before treading over to where he had set his mask, and tying it back on. 

---

Trailing timidly behind Din, you could hear the voices of the nanny and Grogu coming from down the hall. The sound of the boy laughing melted your heart, but you still couldn’t help the nerves from rushing through. This will be your first time meeting him while he’s awake. When you and Din returned from the club last night, he had already been put to bed.

You aren’t motherly by any means, being raised an only child with no family nearby, but children have always had a soft spot in your heart. If you hadn’t dropped out of college due to your parents’ death, you probably would’ve become an adolescent therapist. 

“And syrup for the growing boy!” The nanny exclaimed, just as the two of you entered the space. Grogu sat at the kitchen island, knees tucked under himself as he balanced on the barstool. He giggled excitedly, eyes wide as the woman poured a small amount of the sticky substance onto a plate of pancakes.

“Peli,” Din spoke just as the woman set down the syrup, prompting her to lift her head. She was small in stature, with a curly mop atop her head. She wore a very bland, monochrome outfit, smudged with stains from Grogu’s fingers. Wrinkles donned her skin, but she still acted and seemed young at heart.

“Good morning, Boss!” The woman smiled wide. Her eyes then shifted to you, a smug grin growing across her expression, “And to you, the woman I heard through the walls last night.”

Heat filled your cheeks as your eyes widened, quickly dropping your head out of embarrassment. You subconsciously stepped further behind the man next to you, desperate to hide from Peli. When you and Din returned home last night, you wasted no time fucking on nearly every surface in his bedroom.

“Sorry dear, I don’t have a filter.” She then spoke with a light chuckle, beginning to cut the pancakes into small bite size pieces for Grogu. The boy sat eager, clapping his small hands in joy.

“It’s true, and it’s a pain in my ass.” Din chimed in, stepping away from your side and approaching his son. He ran his fingers through Grogu’s hair, pulling him into his chest for a quick hug. However, the child was too distracted by the sugary breakfast Peli was preparing to pay any attention to his father.

“You love it, or else you would’ve fired me a long time ago.” Peli teased, stabbing a small piece of pancake onto a fork and handing it to Grogu.

“How long have you worked for him?” You questioned, looking at the woman. 

“Oh Maker, longer than I can recall. Before this little monkey came along,” The woman gestured towards the boy eating his pancakes, “I was his mechanic.”

You blinked, a little bit shocked. You never would've guessed.

“Best mechanic I had.” Din commented, sipping his cup of coffee. ‘Mouthy, and pricey, but she could fix anything.”

“Pricey because every car you brought me was filled with bullet holes!” The woman exclaimed playfully, “But, I quit after he adopted Grogu. I fell in love with the kid.” Her eyes shifted to the child who seemed oblivious to the adults around him, a soft expression covering her face. 

You followed her gaze to the child, watching him eat. You wondered why he seemed so quiet, except for laughter and other sounds of glee. Besides that, he hasn’t spoken at all. You have no doubt that the child has trauma from his past, which is now manifesting in signs of detachment and muteness. 

“Pancakes?” Din’s voice pulled you away from staring at Grogu. You turned, eyes first meeting the sight of a plate with two pancakes before raising to see Din extending the plate out to you.

“Oh, thank you.” You murmured, quickly grasping the dish. Before you turned to go sit at the table, you bit your lip while glancing at Grogu one more time.

---

Mayfeld was silent as he drove you and three other lackeys across the neighborhood to your apartment. You sat in the first row of backseats, while two of the men sat behind you. Mayfeld and the last guy were in the front. 

The radio hadn't been turned on, leaving the SUV silent save for sounds of the city outside and rattle of the engine. It sent an anxious feeling rushing through your veins. This is your first outing without Din by your side, and leaving him this morning after breakfast wasn’t easy, despite the constant reassurance as he escorted you to the vehicle.

Sometimes you wish you hadn't accepted that promotion. But how were you supposed to know that this would happen? That your boss would fall in love, dragging you into the criminal underworld, simultaneously causing you to form a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome.

When you're with Din, it feels like there's a fog surrounding you. But it's not scary, it's more-so comforting; like an illusionary escape from reality. You forget about your debt, your parents, and all other burdens that weigh down on your shoulders.

You can't always be by his side though, and that's when you feel the most queasy; When the fog lifts to reveal the truth of the situation you’re in.

You moved your gaze from the window to the back of Mayfeld’s head. With your position in the vehicle being behind the passenger seat, you could see more of the side of his face. He had a few light scars, but none quite noticeable like Boba Fett’s. 

“How long have you worked for The Mandalorian?” You suddenly questioned, feeling the urge to fill the silence. Plus, you wanted to get to know more about the man. If you’re stuck in this life for good, might as well become close with the man Din trusted the most. Mayfeld let out a snort, your eyes meeting in the windshield's rear view mirror. 

“A long time.” He paused, pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear before lighting it. He took a long drag before continuing, “I used to run with another crowd. Mercenaries.” 

“Oh? ” You murmured, brow raising.

“It was all fun and games until my squad got hired by an anonymous client to kill The Mandalorian. The Cantina had just opened, and he was makin’ good money. Older mob bosses weren't happy that a new, young one was doing so well, taking their business.”

“W-What happened?”

“He killed my team.” Mayfeld shrugged, ashing the cigarette into an empty, plastic gas station mug sitting in the cup holder, “Never seen such an animalistic, murderous look in someone's eye before.” 

You felt a chill rush down your spine, causing you to shiver and swallow thickly. The man has kept his past vague, giving you as little insight as possible. You couldn't blame him though, not when it contained stories such as this one

Mayfeld’s eyes met your own once more through the rearview mirror, “He spared me, only because I begged for my life.” 

“Maker.” Was all you could answer. No string of words could convey how you truly felt. You still have a lot to learn about the man who claimed you to be his. You have baggage, but it seems that Din has much more. 

“He gave me a job at the club afterwards. I started as a janitor and worked my way up to being his number two.” He took another drag of the cigarette, “Did a lot of shit to please him. Including breaking into my former employers base, and murdering everyone inside. People I'd known for years. It was a true show of my loyalty.”

“Mando loves putting people to the test.” The Lackey in the passenger seat chuckled, his voice slightly squeaky. The man hadn’t ever bothered to introduce himself, but you’ve seen him around the club. He was on the heavier side, with a round chubby face. He was also bald, and had no facial hair.

“Shut up Mythrol.” Mayfeld smacked the guy's arm, causing him to frown and rub the spot tenderly.

---

The apartment was dark and cold when you opened the front door. Dim lighting from the hallway shined into the entryway while you stepped inside, the four men following behind.

A sigh left your lips as you walked further in, flipping on the lights and dropping your keys into a bowl. A routine you did every time you have stepped through that door for the past year. Looking around, everything seemed the same as how you left it just the other night; despite a chill in the air and a thin layer of dust.

The radiator has been a problem since your parents started renting the place over thirty years ago; only turning on when you sit and coax it to life. Your dad fiddled with it for years trying to fix it; every fall when the mornings began to leave frost on the windows. 

“Nice place.” Mayfeld commented, coming up behind you and entering the living room. You watched as his body approached the mantle, looking at the pictures of your family no doubt. 

“It was.” You murmured.

“These your folks?” The bald man then questioned, holding up a picture of just the two of them. He knew who they were, putting the connection together when digging into your past for The Mandalorian. He also saw them amongst the civilians dead. 

“Uh, yes.” You frowned, walking over and grabbing the frame from his grasp. 

“They live outta state, or?” Mayfeld pried even though he knows they're dead, watching your figure step away and fall onto the small loveseat couch. Playing dumb was the best way he learned to survive in this business. 

Your eyes were concentrated on the photo as you answered, “No. They passed away a year ago.” 

They were so young in the photo, around your age. Your mother sat in your fathers lap, arm tossed around his shoulder. She had a lit cigarette in her other hand. Your father’s grin was wide as one arm was wrapped around your mothers waist, holding a plate of food in the other. That image had been taken at your grandmother's sixty-fourth birthday party, two years after you were born.

“Sorry to hear that.” The man answered, breaking your attention away from the frame.  It was the typical pity everyone responded with. hearing it held no meaning, nor gave you any comfort. 

You shrugged while standing back up, putting the frame back onto the mantle, eyes meeting those of Mayfeld, “Life happens.” 

His eyes followed your figure as you quickly flipped on your heel towards a hallway closet, watching as you opened the door and grabbed a large duffel bag. You were clearly avoiding the emotion that had come up.

Honestly, since their death, it's what you do. Initially you scream-cried for days after learning of the news. But it's just easier to go numb and change the subject now. You know you need to embrace the emotion and coach yourself through it. Hell, you went to school for it. But you just can’t, no matter how hard you try.

Mayfeld felt hesitant before opening his mouth to speak, watching your back, “I lost my parents young too.”

Furrowing your brow, you closed the closet door and slowly turned around, intrigued as to what he was going to say. He stood in the same spot, but he had turned and was looking out the window to the street below.

“Couple of spice addicts killed them in the alley next to our apartment. Scumbags were looking for cash.” He added, voice monotone, but you could feel the emotion, “I was fourteen.”

“Maker, I'm so sorry.” You responded, face twisting in sorrow.

“Listen kid,” He spoke softly, looking away from the window and back towards you. The barrier of the tough guy had lowered to reveal a soft side, “You'll mourn them forever. But, don't let that stop you from living. Plus, Boss is going to take great care of you.”

“I won't.” You murmured, face heating at the mention of Din, before clearing your throat, “I'd better pack my stuff.” You then spoke, gesturing to the door to your bedroom.

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Eight Count ‣ lmh

‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn

‣ wc: 10.8k

‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners

‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!

i.

You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.

It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.

Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.

Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.

"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.

You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.

After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.

A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?

Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.

It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.

"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."

You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.

Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.

Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."

"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"

"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.

"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.

You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."

This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"

Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."

ii.

"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"

"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.

"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"

"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.

"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.

You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.

This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."

Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.

"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.

It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.

The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.

"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.

"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.

As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.

"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.

Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"

Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.

"What else do you think?"

Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.

"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.

"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.

"Easy for you to say," you sighed.

From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.

You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.

Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.

"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."

"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.

Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?

Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.

"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.

"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.

Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"

"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."

You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.

"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."

"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.

You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.

Right?

iii.

"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.

Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.

Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"

"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.

"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.

"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.

Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"

"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"

"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.

"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.

Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.

"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."

"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?

Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"

Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"

"I'm…?"

"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.

"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.

Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.

But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.

iv.

The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.

"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.

"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."

"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.

"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."

"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.

"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."

"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."

Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"

Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."

Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.

Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.

"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.

Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."

Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"

"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.

"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."

"But professor–"

Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.

Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.

At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."

"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."

The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.

"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.

The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.

"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.

"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.

"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.

"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.

Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.

Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.

"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.

"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"

You replied.

"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.

"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."

"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"

Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.

The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.

"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.

"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.

You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.

He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.

"Done staring at me yet?"

You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.

"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."

An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.

You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.

"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."

You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."

Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"

You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."

"And?"

"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."

"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"

"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."

"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.

"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."

"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.

"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.

The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.

Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.

Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.

The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.

Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.

He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.

"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.

You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.

"What the–"

"Join me!"

You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?

"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"

"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.

"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.

"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.

When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.

Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.

Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.

You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.

Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.

v.

There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.

Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.

When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.

"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"

Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.

This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?

Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.

Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.

"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.

"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.

He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.

As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.

"No one."

None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.

Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.

"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.

Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."

"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.

You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"

"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"

"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.

Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."

Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.

You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.

"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.

"You already know," you elbowed him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."

You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"

"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.

"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"

Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.

"No," you say flatly.

"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."

"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."

When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.

-

"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.

"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.

"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.

The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.

Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.

Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.

Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.

You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"

You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"

"Studying?"

"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."

Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.

Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.

"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.

Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"

"Just don't be loud."

Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.

You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.

The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.

Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.

"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."

He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.

"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.

"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."

Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'

vi.

Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.

There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.

"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.

"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.

You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?

Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.

"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.

Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.

"And?"

"And what?" Minho ridiculed.

"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.

Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"

The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."

Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"

"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."

"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.

"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."

"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."

"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"

"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.

Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.

"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.

"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm not lying."

"You staring at me says otherwise."

"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"

Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.

-

Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.

You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.

"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."

You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."

She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.

The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.

You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.

You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.

You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.

You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.

"Y/N?"

Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.

"Minho? What in the world?"

He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."

"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"

Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.

"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.

"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.

"Weren't you just leaving?"

"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.

"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."

"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.

"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.

"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"

"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.

"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."

Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."

No judgment.

The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.

"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.

"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"

Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?

"Because you care."

You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"

"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.

How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.

You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"

"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."

"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.

"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.

"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.

Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"

There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.

"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?

"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."

"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.

"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.

"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"

"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.

Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.

His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"

Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"

Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."

Bonus:

"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.

"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."

"Well, you look very handsome."

Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.

"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.

He was right.

"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.

"We shall."

Hope you enjoyed it! A like would be appreciated <3

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[dietcinnabar]

hiii

im back :) sorry if i wasnt responding to messages and such. i was having a really hard time with school and was suuuper stressed. as of today i am 115 lbs, but ive actually been eating so that one lb i lost is just bc of stress lolol. but anyways im sosososo sorry for disappearing. i might not be posting as much but rest assured i have returned <3

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[ptergwen]

every hero needs a sidekick

warnings: (some) angst

a/n: hi i’m sosososo sorry for not writing anything in a really long time AHHH but i hope this makes up for it <3 also! this happens in ffh but i changed a few things

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the last time peter checked, he was in berlin. he can’t be more confused when he wakes up in a holding cell that, according to one of his surprisingly friendly cellmates, is in the netherlands. how the hell did he end up in the netherlands?

when the guard isn’t paying attention, peter takes advantage and tears off the lock to his cell before limping out of the building as quickly as he can manage. deciding that he should figure out what happened before making his next move, he heads over to the side of the building so no one will see him.

he sits with his back against a wall and his head in his hands, trying to recall the events that brought him to an entirely different country.

flashes of images start to flood peter’s mind. of nick fury and maria hill. of tony. of mj. of you. he squeezes his eyes shut tightly until they disappear. then he remembers they weren’t even real. they were just illusions that mysterio created to mess with him.

he pulls his hands away from his face and notices that one is... bleeding? no. it’s not bleeding, but there is blood on it. the blood actually came from a cut on his cheek. he doesn’t know how he got the cut, though. suddenly, peter is aware that his whole body hurts. he‘s beginning to remember mysterio hitting him with a train that left him completely covered in gashes.

that explains his limp, and how he got to the netherlands.

now that peter pieced everything together, he’s panicking. all he wants to do is talk to the one person who he knows can calm him down right now. he wastes no time dialing your number, not even caring about the possibility that mysterio has his phone tapped.

“pick up, pick up, pick up,” peter says to himself, waiting for you to answer. after what fees like a lifetime to him, you finally do. “hey, mj told me you guys ended up going to prague? how is it?”

you were supposed to join him on your class’s trip to europe, but pepper wanted you to stay home with her and morgan after everything that’s happened the past few months. it‘s understandable, and pointless to fight her on. no amount of arguing would’ve convinced her to let you go.

peter, on the other hand, wishes more than anything that you could’ve come with him. maybe then he wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. one of his favorite things about you is how smart you are. way smarter than him, in his opinion. you are a stark after all.

mj has been helping peter with his hero stuff ever since she figured out he’s spider-man, and of course ned, and the trip is fun when he’s not in situations like this. it would be even better for him with you there, though.

“yeah, um, about that. i’m not actually... there anymore.” peter sighs and runs a hand through his hair, forgetting about the blood on it. “why not? fury didn’t make you go to europol...”

you know about nick‘s plans for peter to take over for your dad. you just didn’t expect him to put them into action so soon. peter needs a break. he’s been dealing with the same thing the rest of you have, and the trip to europe was supposed to take his mind off of it for a few days.

“not exactly. it’s... it’s a lot to explain. just really needed to talk to you right-” peter interrupts himself with a coughing fit. you’re getting concerned. “now. really needed to talk to you right now,” peter finishes with another sigh.

“you don’t sound good, peter. what’s wrong?” “nothing’s wrong, y/n. i’m okay.” his small voice tells you otherwise. “tell me where you are.” “what?” “tell me where you are. i’ll go get happy. we can come pick you up.”

as much as peter wants that, he knows for sure that pepper doesn’t. probably even more so now that there are elemental creatures attacking europe. well, technically a bitter ex stark industries employee attacking europe and making it look like the elementals are doing it. bottom line, he can’t put another one of his friends in danger. especially not his best friend.

“no, y/n/n. you can’t. it isn’t safe here,” peter tries. you roll your eyes even though he can’t see you. “i’m gonna find out whether you want me to or not. i’ll track your phone or something.” chuckling at how stubborn you always are, peter forces himself to his feet and over to the front of the building so he can read the name on it to you. “got it. is there a spot we could land the jet?”

“uhhhh,” peter looks around and spots a field not too far away that’s cleared except for tulip beds. “there’s a flower field kinda close by.” “we’ll pick you up there. are you gonna be okay waiting?” there’s a beat of silence before peter responds, “mhm. love you.” “love you too.” you end the call and peter starts heading over to the field as you look for happy.

left alone with just his thoughts again, peter is anything but okay. he’s just realized that mysterio knows ned, mj, and maybe even betty know he’s been faking everything with illusion tech. that puts them and his whole class in even more danger. honestly, peter has no idea what to do about it. he doesn’t even know where they are right now.

he reaches for his phone to warn ned, but again remembers it could be tapped. that also means mysterio could know where he is since peter told you. what if you and happy aren’t coming, but illusions of you? peter considers turning back. he’s closer to the field than the holding cell, though, and in too much pain to make the trip.

peter is trudging through tulips when he looks up and sees a jet flying above him. he squints at how bright the sky is, stepping back as the jet lands on the patchy grass.

you’re already stepping off the jet the literal second it lands. happy watches from the door. you start making your way over to a banged up peter, but he has his hand in front of his face, blocking you from seeing it.

“y/n? is that you?” peter shouts so you can hear him. “is it me? yeah, of course it’s me!” you shout back. “stop! tell me something only you would know!” peter’s voice shakes as he takes a hesitant step back.

“something only i would know? um... ok.” you wrack your brain for something; a memory.

“remember that one time in gym? in tenth grade? you were trying to impress liz when we were playing volleyball, so you made me go to the other side of the net and, like, throw it at your head? you wanted to hit it off to show her how good you were, but i aimed wrong and hit you in the face instead. the nurse almost died laughing when we told her what happened.”

you cringe at the memory. a relieved smile is on peter’s face as he walks the rest of the way over to you.

“yeah, her and our entire gym class. you have no idea how glad i am it’s you.” peter throws his arms around you for a hug, hiding his face in your shoulder. you hug him back and take in just how bruised he is. he finally exhales for the first time in a while.

“please don’t let me go yet.” peter’s voice is muffled by your shirt. it always hurts you seeing him like this. “i won’t.” you pull him closer to you, making him wince. “we should get you onto the jet, though. happy brought a first aid kit. just in case.”

peter looks up at happy, who’s still watching you two. he holds up the first aid kit you mentioned in one hand and waves at peter with his other. pressing his lips into a tight smile, peter gives him a wave back.

“could you uh... could you help me get on? think i got a limp.” “yeah, of course.” you frown before pulling away from peter to stand next to him, wrapping your arm around his waist. he puts an arm around your shoulders and walks with you guiding him. happy meets the two of you at the bottom of the stairs. he takes peter’s other side and helps him up with you.

after you’ve sat peter down, happy sits behind him and opens up the first aid kit. you take the seat facing peter.

“ok, peter. looks like you’re gonna need a few stitches,” happy announces after checking out his gashes. nodding, peter mentally prepares himself for the pain. he starts with the deepest one, on peter’s back. peter reaches for your hand. you let him take it. “wanna tell us how you got like this?”

“it was beck. he hit me with a train cuz i- ouch, happy,” peter hisses just as happy finishes stitching up his wound. “sorry, kid.” happy gives peter an apologetic smile, cleaning off the needle.

peter‘s grip on your hand tightens as the needle enters another wound. “wait, beck did this? i thought you guys were friends? keep talking,” you encourage him. “so did i. then mj and i figured out that he’s been faking the elementals with illusion tech. like, drones and projectors. i would’ve told you sooner, but i had to get to europol to warn mr. fury.”

your jaw literally drops. “seriously? i never would’ve known. that’s crazy!” “right? he found out that i know and scared me with all these illusions. they seemed super real. that’s why i wasn’t sure if you were... you.”

you swing yours and peter’s hands, another frown making its way onto your face. “i’m really sorry you had to go through all of that. you’re good now, though, right?” you search your friend’s face for an answer. he meets your eyes with something unreadable in them. “yeah, i think so.” “ok, good. you can always tell me if that changes. i’ll be here.”

peter’s response is a quick kiss to the back of your hand, which makes you grin.

happy finishes peter’s stitches and leaves you two to talk. you and peter thank him.

“how did beck even get access to so many drones?” you ask peter, helping him up with his hand that’s still in yours. his gaze shifts to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck, one of his nervous habits. but what could he be nervous about?

“i uh... i messed up really bad and gave him edith.” peter mumbles. you pull your hand from his and run it through your hair in frustration. “you what? peter, why would you do that? that’s the only thing my dad left for you! you gave it away to beck of all people?” “i didn’t think she was really meant for me to have!”

you soften at peter’s confession. “huh? what do you mean?” peter’s eyes are red when they meet yours again. “forget it. doesn’t matter.” his voice is strained from holding back tears. you’re hurting again for the boy in front of you. he takes a few steps away and turns around, not wanting you to see him cry. he’s always holding things in when you wish he wouldn’t.

“it does matter. talk to me.” you reach out to put a hand on his shoulder.

“it’s just... i didn’t think mr. stark would really trust me with a multibillion dollar pair of glasses that can literally do anything. you know? he knows all the mistakes i’ve made. beck seemed good so i thought, why not give him edith? somebody who really deserves her. it was so stupid, looking back now, and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” peter’s voice breaks as he lets himself cry.

you’re quick to move so you’re in front of him, both hands on his cheeks. a few more tears fall before you wipe away them away with the pads of your thumbs, your way of reminding peter you’re there.

“are- are you mad at me?” peter sniffles. “no, peter. i mean, you wouldn’t have done it if you knew what was gonna happen. you were just doing what you thought was right. i’m sorry for yelling at you.” “thanks.” peter closes his eyes, leaning his cheek into your palm.

“by the way, the thing you said about my dad not trusting you with edith? that’s not true. yeah, he knew you made mistakes, but you always fix them. he knew that, too. my dad... he really did believe in you. the most. i’m serious.” you manage a small smile. “thank you. i really... thank you. i really miss him.” “me too.”

you hug peter this time, your head resting on his chest. he squeezes you close to him. you two stay like that until you notice happy standing in the doorway of the jet’s pit.

“hate to ruin the moment, but we gotta move. we’ve been hovering over a tulip field for the last fifteen minutes.” peter pulls away, making his way over to happy with you following.

“ummm, okay. i need to find mj, ned, and betty. beck is probably looking for them. can i have your phone?” happy starts searching through his pockets.

“anything i can do?” you shrug. “well, i need a suit. wanna help?” you’re already setting up as soon as peter mentions a suit. you love making suits— it’s a stark thing. “duh.” peter smiles as you get to work, happy handing him his phone.

“hey, y/n?” you look up from your early rendering in progress. “thanks again for helping me. i know pepper didn’t want you to be here, so it really means a lot that you still came.” “don’t even worry about it.” you smile back. “every hero need a a sidekick.”

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[aleuay]

I’m back! I think :’D

HI !! I am sosososo sorry for disappearing. Things got really tough and overwhelming up here, so I took a loooong break from tumblr - though I didn’t really intend on it ?? it just happened? hdgjfhdkg

ANYWAYS I’ve graduated college now, which is cool I guess, and I’ve been doing a lot of work with AE for school and (hopefully) for the future! ;w;

(here’s a screencap of something I’ve been working on all day today too,,,)

I’d like to get back into doing edits, but I’ll probably just be easing into it slowly lmao it’s been a while

missed you all ♥ ♥ ♥ ;;;

#me #AAAAAAAAAAAA #I havent checked any of my notifications since my last update either #im so behind gjdfhgkdhfgd

[theonlysoph]

NCT 127 Reaction to Idol GF Fainting During Practice

Request: “ Hi! Could you do nct 127 reacting to their idol gf fainting during practice cause of exhaustion?? “

Note: I’m sosososo sorry this took forever!! In case y’all didn’t know I had midterms and then a fire kinda broke out near me so I had to gtfo,, plus some other stuff but I’m good and excited to write again !!

Request      Masterlist  ~~~~~~~~~ Taeil

Taeil hadn’t seen you in what felt like weeks. Anytime that you both had together was always cut too short for his liking. Of course he didn’t blame you, he knew that you were really worried about your comeback but he really missed you.

Since you had been so busy Taeil wanted to give you a relaxing evening. Everything was set and waiting for you to come home. Right as Taeil was starting to get worried waiting for you he got a call.

“Y/N fainted can you come pick her up?!”

Taeil was stunned for a second before he ran out the door.

Johnny

Since the beginning of your relationship Johnny always made it a point to stay with you while your were practicing. Part of it was to walk you home, but also because he knew that without him there you would never leave.

He was busy typing up notes and scripts for his radio show while you struggled with your latest choreography. It just wasn’t clicking for you.

Johnny was so entranced by his work that he almost didn’t notice you space out and start swaying. He got up to try and steady you just in time before you collapsed in his arms.

Taeyong

Taeyong was scared for you. He saw how you would let your work consume you and he was scared. For almost all of your comebacks there came a point where you would exhaust yourself more than your body could handle.  

When Taeyong got word that you fainted during one of your practices he dropped everything to be there for you.The minute he walked into the room one of your group members ran up to him.

“Taeyong she won’t listen to anyone and she’s only hurting herself.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I’ll take her home and keep an eye on her.”

Yuta

Yuta could sense something was wrong from the moment you got home. You weren’t talking as much and it seemed that you barely had enough strength to stand on your own. But you weren’t saying anything.

“Y/N I can’t stand to see you like this please talk to me,” he begged.

He later found out that you weren’t eating and you were overworking yourself to the point of almost fainting. When you came home that night he all but forced you to eat and lay with him.

He held you close to his chest. “Y/N you need to take care of yourself.”

Doyoung

At practice you became dangerously close to slamming your head on the ground from fainting. Luckily you had enough sense to try and break your fall. Not wanting to risk your health your instructor sent you home early. Which is why Doyoung was confused to see you home under a mountain of blankets.

“What happened? Someone get you sick again,” he laughed.

“No my manager just didn’t want me fainting at practice.” You didn’t mean to tell him but it slipped out.

He stopped what he was doing. “If you’re not gonna take care of yourself who am I supposed to cuddle,” he half joked.

Jaehyun

Jaehyun was busy working at the radio station when he got a phone call from you. He hesitated for a moment, not expecting a call because he knew that you were at practice, but answered. A worried voice on the other side told him to hurry and come, that something happened with you.

In record time Jaehyun showed up at your practice room to see you laying down with your eyes closed and a wet rag on your forehead. He hurried to your side and gathered you in his arms.

“Y/N,” he hesitated. “Let’s get you home,” he said once you opened your eyes.

Winwin

You had promised Winwin that you would be home soon. He only began to worry when it started getting dark outside and he still hadn’t heard from you. But before he could really freak out he decided to check your studio first. He walked in to see you leaning against the wall, looking whiter than paper.

“Y/N!” He ran to you and helped you sit down. Then he looked through your bag for some water. For your sake he tried his best not to look too worried, but he was screaming on the inside. “I’m not letting you out of my sight anymore.”

Jungwoo

No one knew you better than Jungwoo did. But that didn’t mean that he always knew how to be there for you, though he tried. He noticed how your practices started running longer and longer and your appetite disappeared every day. So he made a point to be with you at every practice. And thankfully he was there today.

You were looking extremely shaky and pale when seconds later you were floored. Jungwoo ran to your side. Once you were feeling better he took you home, with strict instructions to let you rest.

“You’re not doing anything until you feel better.”

Mark

Thanks to NCT’s multiple back to back comebacks you and Mark hadn’t seen each other in what felt like months. After the first month you were a mess so you poured yourself into preparing for your comeback.

But Mark was worried sick about you. He had gotten a couple calls from your team saying that you weren’t taking care of yourself as you should have. But he never thought that he would get a call saying that you fainted at practice. Once you felt better he called you.

“Y/N I’m coming home now don’t worry. I love you please stay strong.”

Haechan

Haechan knew something was up when he came home and saw you on the couch. You had a comeback only weeks away so what were you doing home so early.  Then once he gave you a closer look he noticed how pale and weak you looked.

“It’s not like I meant to almost faint! You just weren’t here so I had to distract myself,” you cutely pouted.

“You just stop taking care of yourself once I’m gone don’t you,” he half chuckled as he walked towards you. He left a soft kiss on the top of your head. “But please be careful from now on.”

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Soulmate AU: Leonardo (P1)

Universe:2016

Tmnt age: 20 and 21 years old

Rating: PG-13

Authors Note: I started this a LONG time ago. Lol it’s finally done I’m sorry please don’t hate just appreciate :P I also wanted to thank @sapphireslily for the inspiration to do the chest hum and @tmnt-rambles for the inspiration of the name somewhere on his body. Lol they wrote that like 6months ago so if they don’t remember I understand. Also I’m going to start putting their age at the beginning of all my stories so people don’t think I’m writing smut about teenagers. BECAUSE I AM AN ADULT AND THAT IS WEIRD. (P.s. it’s so long I’ll add a keep reading later when I get on desktop. Also there is sosososo much dialogue in it. Idk about this mayne it’s sort of different and really long lmk if you hate it please.)

Summary: Leo has turned 21 and the boys are eager to find out if they get a soulmate. But when Leo discovers who that supposed soulmate is, he is worried about letting his secret out.

21 years old. For some reason Leonardo had always felt they would never make it to be that old. Maybe shredder would’ve killed them by now, or Krang would try to invade again and actually succeed. Whatever it was, he thought they would’ve sacrificed their lives to save humanity by now, but here he was, sitting at home, while his brothers made him a cake and some supper. He knew what 21 meant to the humans. They could drink and smoke whatever they wanted but most importantly, it was when their soul mark appeared. A small name, etched across their skin with the name of the person who was supposed to be the love of their life. Could it happen to turtle-human hybrids?

“Happy birthday to you!” His brothers burst through the kitchen door, singing with a cake that didn’t look half bad. Leo smiled the best he could. “Happy birthday to you!” Mikey sang the loudest, while Raphael just sort of mumbled the lyrics. “Happy birthday dear Leo, happy birthday to you!” They plopped the cake in front of him,

“Go ahead,” Mikey grinned. “Make a wish!” Leo blew out his candles but his mind raced with thoughts of his mark. He thought it would appear right away, or that he would maybe feel different, but nothing. His brothers stared at him expectantly, but nothing.

“Shouldn’t you be floating in the air… transforming or something, with like light surrounding you as white doves fly everywhere.” Everyone stared at Mikey.

“This isn’t one of your stories numb nuts.” Raphael laughed and flicked Mikey’s snout. Mikey scrunched his face together before punching Raphael on the arm.

“Well nothings happening stupid.” Michelangelo was satisfied with his punch and insult and laughed. Leo could see Raphael getting ready to pounce onto the younger turtle.

“Stop it you two.” He snapped. Leo stood up, “We all knew this was possibility. We didn’t know if this could even happen to us, after all it is a human thing.”

“Yes but we are technically half-human.” Donatello raised a good point,

“So that means we only had a 50% chance.” But so did Leo. “But it’s fine we will just keep fighting and protecting the city,” Leo took a deep breath. “And that’s all we will ever know but it’s fine.”

“Good thing i’m not stuck being single like you losers.” Raphael taunted. Leo looked over at Raphael. He had started dating [Y/N] just six months ago, even though they had only known her for eight.

“Well we can’t all be perfect like you Raph.” Donatello snapped. They had all been hoping for this. Leo was the first one of them to turn 21 and if it wasn’t happening to him, it sure as hell wasnt going to happen to them. They all tried to finish celebrating Leonardo’s birthday like normal but disappointment was the undertone for the rest of the night. They finished up the festivities and all disappeared into their rooms to grieve the loss of their soulmates in silence.

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Leonardo groaned awake in his bed. He tossed and turned a little before realizing he was awake. He slowly blinked his eyes open as the side of his head throbbed. It didn’t feel like a headache, more like someone had punched him in the middle of the night and left a bruise. He threw his blankets off and walked into the bathroom Leo stood in front of the mirror, maskless. There in his reflection was a small name that looked like a tattoo, etched into the right side of his face right where his mask would usually go. He traced the name with his finger before saying it out loud,

“[Y/N].” Instead of a hopeful tone, Leo said the name with dread. It was [Y/N]. He thought back to all of the times they had interacted and he didn’t see it. He had never thought wrongly of her, she was his brothers girlfriend after all. Leo huffed and wrapped his mask around his head, covering the mark that had certainly spelled his doom. No one needed to see it, no one needed to know. He would keep it to himself as long as he could. Leo took a deep breath, looking into the mirror to make sure he looked more put together than usual. He stepped out of the bathroom, confident that he could act normal but all that faded away when he saw her face. Vibrations shook subtly through the pores in his chest, creating a soft hum in his heart. He swallowed thinking that a simple reminder to his body that she was not his would make it stop. Instead, He stopped at the door way as she munched on a bowl of cereal while she perused the internet through her phone. She looked up when she spotted him out of the corner of her eye.

“Hey leo.” She said with a mouth full of corn flakes.

“Greetings.” He gave her a quick smile and tried to think of a casual excuse to leave the room but couldn’t come up with anything. He slowly took a step into the kitchen, and another and another until he had reached the sink. She raised her eyebrow at him,

“Are you ok?” She slurped her milk into her mouth.

“Of course.” He said flashing her another fake smile. Every move he made was calculated, was it too casual? Was he not casual enough? He took a heavy breath and leaned against the counter. Too casual. He took his palms off the counter top and stood up straight. Not casual enough. He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he kept them at his side. “How are you?” He asked in a steady clean tone.

“I’m good.“ She stood up and headed for the sink next to Leo. He tensed up as the hum in his chest increased in power. He could feel his body reverberating the hum and it felt almost impossible to hear anything. He backed up as she approached him. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, i’m sorry please excuse me.” Leo hurried past her. He was careful not to touch her, afraid of what feelings might come up if he did. She watched him go, confused as Raphael walked into the kitchen. She quietly retreated to her chair. Raphael and [Y/N] had been fighting over everything lately. There world views just weren’t same anymore. It felt like everything had change overnight. One day they were perfect for each other, and the next they weren’t even the same people anymore. If I don’t talk we can’t fight about anything, she thought.

“Aye.” Raph said as he leaned against the counter and opened a soda. He took a slow sip.

“Hi babe.” She said lightly, as if her voice alone could fix it. It almost did for Raphael. Seeing her everyday made things better for him, it was when they started arguing that everything changed. Right now though, they weren’t fighting. Raph felt a smirk grow on his face. He put his drink down and snuck up behind her, wanting to envelop her body in his arms. Instead she jumped and spilled the rest of the milk in her cereal bowl. “Raph!”

“Woah!” He jumped back a little before catching the bowl. “I was just tryna hug you.” She scowled at him,

“Ok well, maybe give me a warning next time.” She grabbed a napkin and blotted her shirt which was quickly becoming see-through. Raphael could almost smell her anger and threw the bowl on the floor.

“Well excuse me for wanting to touch my girlfriend!” The way [Y/N]’s face changed from anger to horror made Raphael even angrier. She was scared of him, she was supposed to love him and she was scared of him. “GREAT!” Raphael raised his voice, “Just so incredibly great!”

“You always do this!” [Y/N] yelled. “Can you just not get mad for once?” She began sobbing. He used to be soft and loving and now anger was the only emotion she ever saw. Did he even love her anymore? Leonardo could hear their argument from the living room. He would be surprised if all of North America couldn’t hear them. After he heard the bowl smash he headed towards the kitchen, peeking in just to make sure Raphael didn’t get out of control. He saw [Y/N] sobbing and he burst into the kitchen impulsively. His instinct was to run to her but instead he just stepped in between Raphael and [Y/N].

“Maybe you guys need a break.” He suggested. The humming in his chest was strong but he ignored it the best he could. Raphaels chest heaved as anger clouded his thoughts. He was trying to get a sense of reality, a sense of what existed besides the anger clotting his chest.

“Maybe we do needa break.” Raphael pointed his finger at her.

“Fine with me since you don’t even love me anymore.” She cried.

“Who said that?” He yelled back, shoving his weight against Leo’s arm.

“Hey!” Leonardo snapped. “You need to cool it.” Raphael glared at Leo, as if he was about to rip the shell right off of his back. Raph knew he was right though, and ran off. Leo breathed in relief but tensed up again when he remembered the humming in his chest. He looked over at [Y/N] who was currently a wet sobbing mess. She threw herself into his arms,

“Oh Leo I’m so sorry you had to see that,” she cried. Leonardo felt a warm sensation take over the humming when she hugged him, it was relieving. His face went flush as the warmth flooded his body. As if his entire life he had never taken a breath of fresh air until now.

“I uh-“ he struggled to find his words. “It’s ok.” He stated simply. She pulled her head from his plastron,

“It’s not Leo, he’s such a jerk!” Leonardo wrapped his arms around her only making her sob even harder. “Thank you Leo.” Her voice was muffled, but he understood. Leonardo and [Y/N] stood in the kitchen hugging until she calmed down. He didn’t know how long it had been, but standing there embracing his soulmate felt so good.

“Raphael is an asshole sometimes and I’m sorry that he’s not doing better by you.” He finally said, breaking the silence. “Why don’t we go sit on the couch?” Leo asked. She slowly nodded her head. The tears had finally stopped but her face was red and swollen from crying. He held her hand, guiding her towards the couch.

“I’m sorry Leo.” She said, wiping her face. He chuckled a little,

“It’s ok, stop apologizing.” He smiled at her and she smiled back.

“I just hate for you to see that, or see me like this.” She felt ashamed for crying, for fighting with Raphael, for everything.

“It’s ok, I’ll always be here for you.”

“I know, that’s what I love about you.” They smiled at each other for a moment before she hugged him again. As long as Leo was touching her, his body was calm and the humming in his chest would stop. Even better was the feeling that came after the humming. Oh god, he thought. I can’t keep this a secret. He had to though, for his brother. He looked down to her small silhouette and thought of all the happiness she could bring both of them and Leo knew he had to keep his mouth shut. She was only 20, what if she turned 21 and her soul mark said some one else’s name. “Thanks Leo, really.” She whispered into his chest.

“Of course [Y/N].” She wiped her tears away,

“I’m sorry I haven’t even told you happy birthday or anything.” She smiled. “How’d your birthday go?” She looked at him expectantly,

“Uh- it was adequate,” he lied.

“Did you get your soul mark?” She said, suddenly excited. Leonardo was at a loss for words. How had the topic already come up? She had snuck up behind him, leaving him vulnerable to her probing. Maybe she knew. Maybe she really was his soulmate.

“I uh,” he cleared his throat. “Well-“ what was he supposed to say? If he told her he had one she would ask to see it and then it would all be over. Her eyes widened with his hesitation.

“Yes! You do have one!!” She clapped rapidly in excitement. “Ok what name is it?” She squealed. “No wait don’t tell me is it April?” She leaned in for the juicy gossip but little did she know it was her.

“No it’s definitely not April,” he mumbled. She widened her eyes and threw her hand over her mouth.

“What if it’s, like, one of my friends and we never knew this WHOLE time !?” She seemed so eager to find out who it was but he felt she would panic if he told her.

“No, no, no it’s not anyone because I don’t have one,” he lied again. He didn’t want to lie but he had to for her own good.

“You’re obviously lying and I want to know why?”

“Can you just please leave it alone?”

“But Leo I-“

“Just please.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone, just tell me.” She insisted.

“Fine it’s you !” He blurted. [Y/N] froze. Leonardo cursed at himself. It had only been 2 hours and he had already outed himself. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that.” He buried his face in his hands.

“Can I see it?” She asked. Leo was surprised but he took his mask off, slowly revealing to her the undeniable truth. [Y/N] brought her hand up to his face and traced her name on the side of his head. “I don’t know what to say.” Leo almost chuckled before looking up at her,

“You don’t have to say anything,” his voice suddenly darker. “I know the reality of this situation,” he wrapped his mask back around his head. “You love Raphael and so do I and so nothing else matters.” She stared at the place where her name should be.

“Don’t you think maybe that means something?” A million thoughts flooded her mind but all she knew for sure was that that was her name tattooed on the side of Leonardo’s head. Her whole life she has been hearing about this soul mark, how it always found the right person for you. She had never known love in her own life, her parents had abandoned her when she was a baby, and she had to learn to fight in the orphanage at a young age. You had to fight or you wouldn’t get to eat, or you wouldn’t get a cot for the night. She had heard stories from the other children that sometimes one of the older night guards would pull them out of their cots and down into the basement. She didn’t want to think about what happened next. Maybe it never happened to her because she slept at the end of the large cafeteria, she figured they just never made it all the way to her. The soul mark though, was good and pure and it was the only hope that she had clung on to, through all those years. She dreamed of the stranger who would take her away from the hell that was her reality. When she had met Raphael she thought it was him, he was so perfect. His muscular figure was so intimidating it gave her a rush and when he smirked it sent shivers down her spine. He was the hero she was missing in her life; Raphael had always been so kind and loving with her, she was sure that she would wake up on her twenty first birthday, and it would be Raphael’s name engraved in her skin. Leonardo’s soul mark stated otherwise. “Maybe we should kiss or something?” She suggested. He jerked his head in her direction,

“Are you sure?” He raised his brow bone questioningly.

“Well I mean, don’t you think that’s really the only way to know?” Leo thought about it. If she didn’t feel anything, everything would be okay. He took a deep breath,

“Ok but if you don’t feel anything I need you to be honest, this is important.” The hum in chest became stronger at the thought of kissing her for the first time, “Are you ready?” He asked in a smooth and steady tone. She nodded her head nervously. She could already feel something, more like a million somethings. She was nervous and scared and hopeful all at the same time. Leonardo leaned in, almost against his own will, the hum in his chest forcing him to act. He could feel the softness of her lips against his mouth, saliva inevetiably interchanging as their kiss grew deeper. She tried to pull away but [Y/N] kept telling herself, one more kiss, one more kiss. She couldn’t help but let out soft moans as Leo pressed his hands into her back and nibbled on her bottom lip. Oh, How did he know? She thought of all the bad things that would happen if she didn’t pull away right now. She gasped and forced herself away,

“Leo!” She yelled, a little too loudly.

“Shh!” He hushed her. “What!?” She blushed a little before lowering her voice.

“Sorry, um,” she fanned herself and leaned back onto the couch. “So did you feel anything?” Leo couldn’t even see straight, he felt an animalistic need for her and at the same time he wanted to be romantic and take it slow. Oh, but she tasted so good, and fit so perfectly underneath the swells and dips in his fingers.

“I don’t think that’s important,” he rubbed his face, trying to catch his breath. “Did you feel anything?” He didn’t want to look at her, bracing himself for rejection.

“I don’t think those soul marks lie Leonardo.”He turned his head towards her,

“I was afraid that you would say that.” He threw himself back in defeat. “What should we do?” He asked.

“We have to tell Raph.”

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         S O  I will be working on things tomorrow/today when I am awake more. I would post things I’ve done in the past three hours but I’m not sure if they make sense.

#● ▌ I AM NOT PREPARED ≪ mun posts ≫ #( literally I'm sosososos sorry about freaking just disappearing ) #( bad mood swing weekend + I got sucked into WoW ) #( probably gonna get sucked into gta again soon so thERES THAT )