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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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Borscht and Khachapuri

Fic request for @gothlebedev

When the boys get a new student who is very pushy with her concern, they learn an important lesson.

Based on https://youtu.be/HZK2RHl5Whc by request

Johann Chu sighed softly, drumming his nails on his desk and slowing the natural rise in his pulse in response to the weather. The view outside his dorm window was white with rain. The sound of its hiss came in waves. When the wind blew, the large drops rattled heavy on the glass. Lightning flashed brightly and the thunder occurred close, like a wildcat’s scream.

A text popped onto his cellphone. “Severe thunderstorm warning has been issued for the Chicago area…”

Followed by “A Tornado Warning has been issued for the following counties…”

Followed by “There’s a legit tornado on the ground just a county over!” This text was from Luminous. He added a fearful emoji in his text.

Johann texted back. “We are not in any danger.”

“Yeah but still! Have you ever seen a tornado?”

Johann’s eyelids lowered in a slow blink. He didn’t respond to that. Of course he’d seen a tornado. After all... Shavee’s EX was...

“Never mind. I’m stupid. Forget I said that.” Luminous replied with a face palm emoji.

Another text, this one from the principal. “Forgive my poor timing. However, this is an emergency, I need you to come to my office right away.”

It was a group text to Caesar, himself, and Luminous.

Johann grabbed his coat, his umbrella and his sword on his way out the door. An emergency in this weather requiring his immediate presence had to be truly dire.

He arrived at the same time as Caesar. Caesar and he approached from opposite sides of the hall, walking confidently towards the principal office door on the left. Normal human interaction would dictate that one yield to the other and let the other enter first as only one could fit through the door at a time.

But their eyes met and they both matched their stride so that they would have to arrive at the door at the same time while neither was willing to yield to the other. The result was that they stood in front of the door. Lightning flashed outside illuminating their shadows.

Caesar was in a crisp navy blue suit and had somehow managed to stay untouched by the pouring rain outside. Nono had just informed him that she was leaving tomorrow so he had just come from the airport after seeing her off when he got this cryptic text from the principal. “What are the odds, meeting you here?”

Johann tilted his head. “100 percent. I was invited in the same group text as you.”

“That was a group text?” Caesar examined his phone and at that time, Johann walked in ahead of him.

The office was empty so Johann waited while Caesar caught up. The door on the far side of the room was open and the principal’s jolly voice could be heard behind it.

He was speaking to someone. “Oh, don’t be shy. Here, I’ll go first.” The principal was also wearing a suit with a button down tailored shirt with a frilled collar. He bit down on a fine Cuban cigar. His blue eyes were sharp and glowing with activity. Both of the young men stood up straighter. He only got in such moods when something important happened, usually when it came to dragonslaying. “Thank you for coming out on such short notice. I-...”

He looked back and forth. “Where is Luminous?” He checked his phone. Luminous had filled the text messages with objections due to inclement weather. “That boy. Ah. I suppose we’ll have to continue without-”

“We could have been hit with lightning?! Don’t you know there’s a tornado not far from us?” Luminous entered the Principal's office, being dragged by the collar by a soaking wet Finger Von Frings.

“Here he is, just sign here!” Finger held out his checkbook.

The principal pulled a pen from his jacket pocket and signed a big 0 on the check book. “I did not order delivery, but thank you for your service.”

“Brutal! Not a single cent!” Finger howled.

“Now go on. I’m afraid your grade is not high enough to take part in this meeting.” He shooed him away with a gentle wave of his hand.

Johann held out his umbrella to Finger who readily accepted it. “Thank you, brother. At least someone here is kind to me!”

Luminous whose soaked clothes were creating a puddle on the shining floors growled. “Don’t give him your umbrella now, he’s already wet!”

Anjou's eyes shifted back to the open door. “Oh pish-tosh, it’s just a little rain…”

"Seriously principal, getting struck by lightning is a thing! Why are you laughing? You like to laugh at the misery of others? What a sadist! This had better be good." Luminous shuddered, the air conditioning getting to him. “Is this a prank? Seriously?”

Luminous trailed off. Caesar and Johann both understood that the Principal's methods tended to be more educational than sadistic. He was letting Luminous voice his complaints without interruption because he had a reason. Luminous suddenly realized he was the only one speaking, like a warrior running into the battle shouting a battle cry, only to realize his army wasn’t behind him.

The Principal beckoned to someone. "I just couldn't wait to introduce our new student."

The click of small heels echoed against the rumble of thunder. Her heels were white with frilly ankle socks. Her pale legs had a gentle curve up to her knees. Her Cassell uniform skirt rested right where her thighs began.

She was below average height of 5'4". Her waist length hair was colored light lavender to match her grey eyes which tended to reflect the color of the room she was in, whether it was the blue of the sky, the silver of a sterile hospital or the Principal’s warm colored office which gave them a lavender hue. They were wide and earnest as she walked up to Luminous and looked up at him with an intense regret. “I’m sorry, let me dry you off!”

A thick plush towel was in her hands and she hurried to Luminous who leaned back in terror.

“No, I-!” Luminous tried to back away but she was too fast and too determined.

“You must be freezing. I didn’t know the weather or I would have asked the Principal to wait.” She spoke with a slight Russian accent. She dabbed at his face, his hands and his shoulders and chest, while he squirmed helplessly to escape. But where he moved he exposed another soaked part of his body that she firmly patted dry, brazenly invading his personal space with her female presence!

“Stop! You don’t have to dry me off!” He reached for her towel but she ducked under his arm and ran her hands along his side.

“Please, you’re going to catch a cold!” She snapped.

Anjou observed, his face as tranquil as a mirror pool. “This is MC, our new student. She’s just finished her 3E exam and has also come back S-ranked.”

“Another S-ranked student in so many years?” Caesar raised an eyebrow.

“The Dragon Kings are accelerating their awakening as well. I think it’s reasonable to assume these occurrences are connected. That’s why I called you here.” Anjou said gravely.

Chu Zihang lifted one hand to his chin, his eyes narrowing. Her earnest manner seemed completely innocent, but her moves were anything but. They were calculated, swift, and without any hesitation. Luminous could only vocally complain. He couldn’t catch her or her towel. She was only holding a towel, but if it was a blade instead of a towel, Luminous would be covered in stab wounds!

Luminous finally gave up resisting. His face was completely flushed with embarrassment as she patted him down cooing. “See? This isn’t so bad is it?”

They were quick to learn that MC was like this to everyone.

“Johann! Johann!”

Early one morning a week later, the man was on his way to school when he heard MC screaming his name. He turned to see her running for him full tilt. She made so much noise that people around stopped what they were doing. She halted right in front of him and held out a small Tupperware. “I made you some snacks.” She puffed twice and straightened, holding the box with both hands.

“I already ate breakfast but thank you. You shouldn't just do things for me without asking.” Johann turned away and started walking.

“You just eat that simple porridge for breakfast. It’s not enough! You’re going to wither away to nothing!” She grabbed his hand and placed the Tupperware in it.

Johann’s eyes sparked with irritation. He followed a very strict diet plan and what she put in his hand smells of eggs and bacon and possibly a baked good or two. It was far too much and he wouldn’t eat it. “It will get cold.”

“Put it in the uh… the uh…” She snapped her fingers to recall the word. “The oven. The one with the buttons on it. That turns it into a circle.”

“It turns it in a circle.” Johann corrected her. He also became pointedly aware that other people were starting to gather and watch. “Fine. Just this once. And it’s a microwave.”

She tilted her head. “A what?”

“Microwave oven. It’s the oven with the buttons.” He turned away to walk and much to his shock, she followed him!

“What’s a microwave?” She asked, looking up at him. Her eyes were so big, judging from the ratio they would fill at least a quarter of her face.

“It’s a form of radiation that…”

“Radiation?!” Her eyes widened even further. “Oh no, no no!” She shook her head, dismayed that the microwave was dousing her food in radiation.

“It’s harmless radiation. There are microwaves all around us. Microwave ovens move the molecules of food, specifically water molecules and that heats the food…”

Later that day, Caesar received a phone call. “Gattuso speaking.”

“...Gattuso?”

Caesar checked his caller ID. It was one of his Student Union people. In fact, it was the exact one he sent out to invite the MC to join the Student Union. “MC why are you on Marcus’s phone?”

“Who is Marcus?” She asked indignantly. “I’m calling Caesar…”

“I’m Caesar!” Caesar covered his eyes, laughing.

“Why didn’t you just say that?” She asked with a touch of wounded pride. “This man here says he wants me to joining some sort of Union. I am not interested in a Union. I don't have any money for fees and I don’t know what it's about.” Her voice sounded like she’d turned her face away to yell at him.

“Calm down. It’s a club. I run it. It happens to be the most prestigious club in Cassell College.”

“Oh.” She was quiet for a moment. “So it’s not a Union?”

“Can I talk to Marcus please? The man who’s phone you’re using?”

“Oh… alright… Here Caesar wants to talk to you.”

“Oh thank god.” Marcus was gasping. “She attacked me and put me in the pantry! There are nothing but beets in here! I’m covered in dirt”

“You’re not hurt too bad around you?”

“She punched me in the stomach!” He whimpered! “Please! She won’t let me leave!”

“Her English is a bit limited. Let me talk to her.”

Marcus hands MC back the phone. “Did you work it all out?” She asked.

“Yes. There is a misunderstanding. Please let Marcus go. I think I’ll have to invite you in person.”

MC’s voice brightened immediately! “Good! Come over to my house for dinner, I’m making borscht and khachapuri. You like khachapuri.” Statement, not a question. “It’s egg and cheese in a bread. Come over to my house. I’ll teach you how to make it.”

“Fine, I'll come over. How does 7 pm sound?” Caesar chuckled followed by silence. “Hello?”

She’d hung up!

By the time Caesar got there, Johann Chu was already there. Johann looked bewildered as she struggled to help him understand how to knead the dough properly into a boat shaped bread. “Now, you need to …” She looked up and noted that Johann was looking at Caesar. “No, don't look at him look at me. You put this cheese here, okay?”

“Did you make this cheese? It looks fresh?” Johann said in wonder.

“Yes, only fresh cheese for khachapuri. Caesar! Close the door, you'll let out all the heat!” She yelled over the strains of traditional Russian music. “Take off your shoes!”

Lu Mingfei was on dish duty. He looked terrified and mouthed the words. “Help me…” At Caesar, who did not help.

“I brought some wine!” Caesar said brightly.

The woman looked it over and nodded approvingly. “Good. Please set the table.”

The oven was blazing at full power and sent out a wave of heat on opening that might have seared Johann if he wasn’t already used to much higher temperature. MC herded Luminous to the table that Caesar had already set with bowls and utensils.

In a few minutes, the MC had served them borscht and khachapuri. “Good thing I brought some wine over.” Caesar was always well prepared with a fine vintage for dinner invites. He even poured a confused Johann Chu a glass. “How did she rope you into this?” Caesar asked.

“She told me she needed help with homework. But this was actually home-work. Not… studying.”

Caesar laughed. “Okay, I see how that happened.”

Once everyone was seated, MC stood in her flour dusted apron at the head of the table. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were misty. She shocked everyone by suddenly dipping her head into her hands and sobbing quietly. Luminous hesitated but Caesar was at her side in a flash. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“No, it’s just… I’m so happy. I thought… I thought I would never have any friends any more.”

Caesar grabbed a napkin from the table. “Why would you think that? You’re such a sweet person.”

And then she told them. All her friends were killed. In front of her. On Christmas day. It turned out that she had been looking forward to a warm hearty dinner with friends as her last memory and was eager to recreate the feeling of gathering around a table for a home cooked meal. It was only after everyone was seated and the food was warm and served in front of them, that she could finally let go of her earnest desire. She did it. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I have to say such sad things and cry like this.”

Luminous and Johann Chu and Caesar stood around her, hugging her tightly in turn. Luminous regretted trying to stop her from drying him off. Johann regretted rejecting her food so harshly and Caesar regretted not understanding her intentions and laughing at what seemed to him to be strange behavior. They didn’t realize how much sorrow she was working under and that they were her replacement friends.

After that, Johann got into the habit of skipping breakfast and incorporating her rich food into his diet plan. Luminous let her care for his health even wearing the lumpy knitted hats she shoved on his head whenever it was slightly cloudy or breezy outside. And Caesar always showed up for dinner.

#Dragon Raja

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primeministerofantarctica · 3 years

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Headcanons: Mankai Language Exchange Program

(Tags: Yume)

for @astryia, thank you!

The acceptance e-mail comes as you're standing in line at the coffee shop on Tuesday morning, waiting to order your regular espresso to start your day. Congratulations! the first line read. We are pleased to announce that…. You want to scream and jump up and down. You don’t, of course, since you’re in public, but you do smile a bit wider than usual when you go up to the register.

Your professor had recommended it to you when you asked about cheap study abroad options (you needed the credits to graduate, but boy were the programs printed on the flyers expensive). It was a full-immersion program, mainly for theatre majors but open to all students who passed the application process. You would be spending the summer volunteering at a theatre company in Japan, living in the dorms and helping out backstage, getting to know the actors and crew while also taking language classes at an adjacent university.

You’re excited, but also nervous. Three months of living with strangers? Not only that, strangers who don’t even speak the same language as you? Sure, you’ve done pretty well in your Japanese classes, but what if you mess up on the first day and accidentally insult someone and have to spend the rest of the summer with everyone hating you and-

Needless to say, your heart is pounding when you step off the plane, clutching your overstuffed carry-on bag so tightly your knuckles feel like they’re going to pop. The theatre you were supposed to volunteer at - Mankai Company - had sent an e-mail saying someone would pick you up from the airport. You squint at your phone, trying to see if the kanji matched any of the signs people were holding up.

You spot a young woman with long brown hair waving at you, standing next to a man with glasses. “You must be the exchange student, right?” She asks when you walk over. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Tachibana Izumi, the director at Mankai Company.”

She has such a warm, bright presence you immediately feel ridiculous for worrying as you introduce yourself. “It’s nice to meet you too!”

You weren’t sure what to expect a house full of actors to be like. Maybe something like those celebrity reality tv shows you secretly love, full of stuck-up snobs and petty drama.

Instead, you follow the director into the main room to see a teenager with orange hair shrieking, another person climbing the ceiling like Spider-man, someone chasing a bat of all things around the room with a spray bottle, someone speaking grandiosely in what vaguely sounds like French, someone playing a video game, someone sleeping in the middle of the floor (he stirs when you almost trip over him) and yet another person holding his phone up and cheering “Yeah, Tsuzurun, to your right! You got this!”

The director marches to the window and opens it, letting the animal fly out before turning around with her hands on her hips. “What did I tell you all to do?”

“Clean the house,” the one gaming answers without looking up.

“Right. Now would somebody care to explain how a bat got in here?” Slowly, everybody points to the person on the ceiling. “It looked like a-!” You’re not sure what he says next, because it sounds like “triangle” but he couldn’t possibly have said that, could he?

(He did. He totally did.)

To your relief, the actors at the company aren’t nearly as snobby as you were fearing (although some are more down to earth than others). They’re actually a lot of fun to talk to.

One of the guys from their Summer Troupe will chat with you frequently - he’s one of those extroverted types, you figure - although most of the time the conversation will end up with him saying a slang word you don’t understand and both of you furiously trying to find an equivalent translation on your phones. You teach him English slang words in return, but part of you regrets it when he walks into a room saying, “What’s good, fam? You won’t believe the tea I have!” (Tsumugi: “But you don’t...have any tea?”)

The younger kids are sweet, particularly the pink-haired one who tends to rattle off on a tangent, apologize when you ask him to speak slower, then start rattling about how terrible he is. (You’re a bit concerned about him.) Some of the middle schoolers even start asking you to look over their English homework. You’re not a teacher by any means, but you try your best to help them out.

Your favorite person to talk to is Citron, hands down. He’s another exchange student and he gets it; he’s always able to make you laugh when you make a dumb mistake instead of feeling embarrassed.

Your least favorite person to talk to is Sakyo, because he will not understand what you’re saying unless you pronounce it flawlessly with perfect grammar. Then at the end of the summer, as you’re eating your last dinner at the company before having to catch your flight the next morning and promising everybody you’d DM them at least once a week, he turns to you and says in perfect English, “Your Japanese has really improved since you first arrived here.”

You kind of want to stab him, but 1) you’re pretty sure he’s in some shady business and 2) technically, you can’t say he’s wrong.

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Night Drives (Shinsou x Reader)

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Comfort, College!AU

Summary: You’re having a rough and stressful week, and Shinsou helps by taking you out for a late night trip.

Word count: 1,814

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: I know I promised angst, but I really wanted to write this little comfort/fluff piece for anyone who might be facing a mid-semester funk/depression like me. I was inspired because I went out to pick my cousin up from the airport late last night and I never realized how therapeutic night driving can be.

I also wasn’t really sure which character I wanted to write for this (bc they would all fit one way or another), but I chose Shinsou bc I haven’t written for him in a hot minute and he deserves some more love.

I hope you guys enjoy it, and I hope it helped some of you and maybe helped cheer you up 😊

I sit at my desk, hands carding through my messy hair. Pouring over my notes is the most stressful thing I could be doing this weekend, I'd rather be sleeping or doing something more relaxing. Weekends before exams are always the hardest because it's when I get my biggest chunk of studying done, so I'm usually holed up in my room the entire day.

It's also times like this when the dark thoughts roll in. I've always been a smart kid, but being in college really makes me question it. Getting low B's and high C's on exams in my major classes don't mean the end of the world, but I rethink who I think I am because of it. I still get A's in my other bullshit classes, so why am I struggling in the classes that are supposed to teach me the skills I need for my future career? Should I rethink my future? Do I even want to go into my chosen field anymore? Am I making a huge mistake being here? I'm wasting my entire scholarship money if I decide to start over from scratch. My fingers close in on my scalp.

"Kitty?"

The warmth in his voice jolts my head up. "Oh, hey." I straighten my back, not even realizing how hunched over my back was.

Shinsou's eyebrows are furrowed at me. "Are you okay?" His large thumb brushes over the wetness clinging at the corners of my eyes. "You're crying."

I tug at the sleeves of my hoodie. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He studies my face carefully, his own dark circles standing out against his pale skin. He knows how I get when I'm in this mode, staying respectful of my study habits. Since I don't come out of my room, he'll let himself in and stay in my bed, reading, sleeping, doing his own studying, or watching something on his laptop until I'm finished. Just a few moments ago when I peaked over my shoulder to see what he was doing, he'd fallen asleep with his headphones on, lightly snoring. He doesn't bother me. It's something I appreciate about him.

Shinsou crosses his arms over his chest. "When was the last time you ate?"

My stomach admittedly feels empty. I've only been snacking when I felt hungry. Looking at the clock, it's almost midnight. "Since breakfast," I answer feebly.

A sigh escapes his lips. "Are you finished now? You've been like this all day."

I cast a dreadful look over the pages of notes. There's still a few chapters I need to look over, but my brain feels that it might explode if I try to cram anymore information in. The worst part is I don't even feel like I've retained anything I've read in the past few hours. I start closing my books. "Yeah, I'm done." And utterly defeated.

Shinsou gently takes my hand in his, calling my attention to him. "Come on, go wash your face and change. We're gonna go eat."

He leaves me to go to his room and fetch his wallet. Trudging into the bathroom and following his instructions, I wash my face to wake myself up, change into some jeans, and pull on a hoodie that's more presentable for going out into the world.

Shinsou returns, changed into a pair of jeans, hoodie, and denim jacket, and we head out of our dorm building. The air isn't as cold as I thought, but it was just as deserted. The scattered lamp posts across the pavement are the only illuminations in the parking lot. I walk with my hands in my pockets and my hood up.

How the hell am I gonna learn everything by Tuesday? I despair. I hate how I always end up thinking about work even when I don't want to.

Shinsou closes the distance between us and snakes his arm around my torso. "Have you ever considered getting a hoodie with cat ears on them?" he asked casually.

I'm thrown off by his random question, but I have to laugh. "Uh, no? Why would I wear it?"

"So I can pull at the ears, duh."

"You and your cat addiction needs to chill." I want to shove him away, but his warmth feels great to touch. "Where are we going?"

"Noodles?" he offers. "It's been getting pretty cold."

"Is it wrong that I want something...filling right now. And no, get your mind out of the gutter!" I shove Shinsou before he can say anything.

"I wasn't even thinking it, who actually has the dirty mind, hm?" He pokes the side of my head.

After I'm done pouting at him, I suggest, "Do you think there's a tempura place open around here? Actually, I just really want fries and something else."

"Anything else, your royal highness?" he smirks and unlocks his car.

"Mmm," I hum as I settle into his passenger seat. "A pet dragon would be nice too. Or full payment on my college education."

Shinsou chuckles at my sarcasm. "Anything for you, kitty." Holding my hand, he kisses my palm before starting the engine.

As he drives down the abandoned road, I lean my head against the window, staring out the windshield. The sky's already black, but there's too much light and the car's moving too fast to count the stars. Something about the emptiness of everything at night calms me down. It almost feels like Shinsou and I are the only 2 people in the world at this hour. Even the parking lot of the fast food joint down the block is deserted.

"I'll get it to go so we can eat in here, what do you want?" my purple haired prince asks me sweetly, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"10 piece nuggets and medium fries. And a diet soda, I'm watching my calories." I whisper the last part.

"Coming right up."

"Are you sure it's okay to eat in your car?" I ask, tentatively opening the paper bag of food goodness. I didn't realize how hungry I was until the smell of high calorie fast food wafts in front of my nose.

Shinsou's eyes are on the road as he drives down the roadway. "Yeah I don't care, it's not like my car's new or anything."

I dip into the bag and grab my box of nuggets. A smile graces my face when I notice he remembered the sweet and sour sauce. "Why are you so good to me?"

"Because you're my kitty and I love you," he answers without missing a beat, his large hand messing up my hair.

A familiar fuzzy warmth fills me as I lean into his touch. Digging into my nuggets, I end up completely demolishing them, the hole in my stomach finally filling at the process meat. I don't care how old I get, I will always have chicken nuggets at fast food restaurants. Every once in a while, Shinsou would ask for one of my fries, and I'd happily feed him.

I have no idea where we're going; for some reason, we're on the highway. I just quietly finish my meal and sip my drink.

Shinou's eyes glint with mischief. "Since we're alone on the highway..."

My eyes widen. "Babe, no-!"

The engine revs to life under my boyfriend's lead foot and the car jolts forward. I clutch my fries and almost choke on my soda as we speed down the highway. The biggest grin spreads across his face.

"Hitoshi, I'm not ready to die!"

He takes his foot off the gas and the car relaxes, as does my heart. But he knows how much I secretly love it when he does that. "At least wait until I'm not about to choke before you do that!"

Laughing at me, he passes me his phone. "Play whatever you want, kitty."

Oh, it's over now.

I select a playlist of hype songs we both love, belting out the lyrics from the top of our lungs as Shinsou speeds down the highway. A mess of screams, laughter, loud music, and singing fill the entire space as we zip past all the lights on the highway. It reminds of what it might feel like rocketing through space. The pit of my stomach feels weightless from the excitement and the speeding car.

Are we crazy? Maybe. Did I savor every second of it? Absolutely.

Shinsou finally slows down and exits down a beach. Pulling into an empty space, he parks the car and gets out, waving for me to follow him. We end up sitting on the hood of his car, eating our food under a blanket he keeps in his car. A nearby streetlight dimly illuminates our dark space.

I snuggle Shinsou's left arm and look out into the dark expanse. I can finally count the stars, between stealing bites from Shinsou's burger. Clutching my end of the blanket over me, I lay my head on his shoulder. "It's so strange sitting on the hood of a car."

"Guess you've never done it before," he replies quietly, balling up his empty wrapper and placing it back in the bag. Both arms wrap around me, resting his head on top of mine. "I used to come here when I wanted to clear my mind. There's just a whole lot of nothing and silence."

I can't agree more. The darkness - the absence of light - makes everything seem quiet and empty. Something about it feels liberating, letting all my emotions flow out in front of me freely and let me just be. A breathe in and let it rattle out of me. The endless void surrounds us, isolates us, encloses us so our thoughts can't bother us.

Shinsou brings me closer, letting me sit halfway on his lap, placing a gentle kiss on my temple. "Are you feeling better, kitty? I know you're pretty stressed, more so than your usual anxious self. I figured bringing you out here would help somewhat."

My heart swells with warmth. I hug him tighter and close my eyes, leaning my head to his chest. "Thank you, Hitoshi. You've done a lot for me, I really appreciate it. You really went out of your way for me."

"Nothing's out of my way for you." His large hand rubs my scalp. "You work so hard, you deserve this."

I snuggle deeper into his chest, my eyes slowly closing as the rhythm of his heartbeat calms me. "What did I do to deserve you?" I mumble.

"Well, maybe you saved an entire country," he jokes, pressing another kiss into the top of my head and running his fingers lightly on the back of my head, "But I think you just being perfect deserves all the happiness I can give you."

"You're too sweet." I drift off to a light sleep in his arms, surrounded by his warmth, choosing to think about life some other time.

#Shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #college!AU #shinsou fluff #shinsou imagine #shinsou scenario #gender neutral reader #mha shinsou #bnha shinsou #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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radiorenjun · 4 years

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Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn, comedy.

→ Warnings: Explicit Language. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Making out. Suggestive?

Chapters: 2, 3, 4

The first thing you heard when you regained consciousness was a loud obnoxious voice booming through your room. You groaned as you reached for your phone on the nightstand of your hotel, trying to check what time it is.

You arrived at the hotel at 3 am, as soon as you entered your room, you literally collapsed and fell asleep. You were eternally grateful for taking your team members' advice to use sweats and hoodies to the airport.

When you finally grab a hold of your phone, you plugged it out of its charger and turned it on. Squinting at the brightness you, which forgot to lower last night, you managed to rub the sleep out of your eyes to see what time it is for someone to be ringing their alarm so loud.

6:10

3 hours. It's been three hours since you got some actual sleep?

Who in their right minds would set up an alarm that early? You put your phone down as you continued to ignore the loud muffled ringtone booming through the walls next to you. You put your pillow over your head, trying to think who could possibly be making that racket.

Your co-stars rooms were right beside you, but most of them don't use alarms since they're mostly actors and actresses unlike you idols who trained early in the morning til late night. You pulled your blanket over your head, groaning loudly, annoyed and willing to murder whoever interupted your sleep.

The room to your left was Jeongin and you knew for a fact that Jeongin wakes up on his own, which you question as you couldn't even find the strength to wake up and instantly do activities without falling back asleep. The room across from yours was the director, but he said he wouldn't be awake til 11 am.

If to your left was Jeongin, and across you was your director. Then that means, the wall right beside you was none other than Han Jisung. "God dammit, Han!" you groaned loudly, slamming your face against the pillow repeatedly.

Maybe if you just bare with it for much longer, Jisung would wake up and turn it off?

With every passing second you endured, your blood boils and your fists clenching the soft silky fabric of your pillow tighten. "I wanna sleep!" you cry, slamming the sides of your fists against the bed sheets.

You sat up as you began banging your fists against the wall as hard and loud as you could while screaming at the top of your lungs. "Han Jisung! Wake up for fucks sake I want some sleep!" you screamed repeatedly, some curses and swears spilling out of your throat as your anger grew when you realise he wasnt waking up.

"You donkey! I need some sleep!" you breathed out before you gave up. Collapsing onto the mattress before you, rubbing your eyes angrily as you forced yourself to get up and march into the man's room so you could get your precious sleep. You gulped down a glass of water and got up.

You grabbed your phone and put on a jacket over your thin tanktop, not bothering to comb your fingers through your hair to make yourself presentable. You slipped on some soft slippers and grabbed your room key before marching to the door next to you.

You gripped the phone in your hand and banging your other against the door. "Donkey, turn that alarm off! Or so help me, I'll spill hot boiling coffee on your pants on purpose!" you threatened, your voice croaked as you still felt very sleepy.

You groaned as you took out your phone and began calling him, you could hear the sound of his ringtone over his loud alarm as you kept pounding on the door as loud as you can. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from screaming in anger as you tucked your phone in between your shoulder and your ear before you used your free hand to press repeatedly on his doorbell.

6:42

You had been pounding on his door the loudest you could, ringing his phone repeatedly and ringing his doorbell all at the same time for 30 minutes straight. At this point you were about to just break the door down and yell at him, you were losing your mind if you don't get some sleep in the next five minutes.

As if heaven had responded to your desperate calls, you heard subtle footsteps walking towards the door. You heard the door click, finally pulling away as you eye twitched in annoyance. There he was, sleeping beauty himself.

Han Jisung stood in the doorway, his fist rubbing his eye as he squinted at you. He was in nothing but a baggy white shirt and some boxers, his freshly dyed black hair was disheveled in all different directions.

His alarm stopped ringing that incredibly annoying tone and his phone stopped ringing when you hung up on him. Leaving in an awkward silence in the atmosphere as Jisung stood sleepily in the doorway. In all honesty, he looked adorable. Of course you weren't gonna admit that, especially when he wasted 30 minutes of your sleep time.

"Look who finally decided to wake up" you snapped, with a sardonic laugh. You were sure that your eyes had dark circles darker than the urges of wanting to slaughter him right then and there.

"Good morning to you, too, l/n." he yawned into his mouth before leaning against his hand, elbow supported against the wall as he had a small smirk plastered on his face. "What do I owe a pleasure of seeing your face such early in the morning?" he slurred, his eyes closed due to the sleep taking its toll on him.

"Mind telling me why your alarm, which could awaken the people from another universe, goes off at this early of the day?" you almost yelled, which made him raise his brow at you, looking up and down your form. "And why aren't you wearing pants?" you groaned, trying to not look down.

He giggled at your reaction, "sorry, y/n. I usually get up this early to practice back at the dorms. I'm a pretty heavy sleeper and usually my members helps me wake up since my alarm wakes them up. I guess I forgot to turn it off when I got knocked out last night," he chuckled at your grumpy expression.

"Whatever, if this happens again. I will not hesitate to break down this door and throw your clock out of the damn window," you growled, rubbing your temples in frustration. "You couldn't be bothered to at least put on some pants?" you complained.

"Look in the mirror, l/n. You couldn't be bothered to tame that mess of a mane you have." he nodded towards the mess on your head. You huffed before shoving your hand against his chest while walking back to your room.

"You look shitty, by the way!" he exclaimed, his head poking out to reveal that shit eating grin of his as you slide your room key against the slot. "Oh give a girl a break, would you?" you growled, flipping him off with your middle finger before entering the room. "Finally, peace and quiet." you mumbled as you shrugged off your jacket and engulfed yourself in the feathery soft sheets.

This was going to be a long month.

You walked down the road with your head looking forward, it was already 9 pm and you were taking a stroll through town. "Man, I should go to Tokyo when I'm older." you spoke to yourself, relaxing at the quiet peaceful aura that surrounds you.

You passed by a bush of lavender, the scent filling your nostrils as you paused in your step to turn to look at it. "Who would plant lavender's in their backyard?" you asked with furrowed brows. "Japanese people." a voice replied shortly, causing you to jump in surprise in your place.

You turned to look at Han Jisung who was smiling at the purple plants in awe beside you. 'What are you doing here? It's late.' you asked, pulling down your headphones so that you could hear him clearly. "Same reason as you. I went on a stroll," he shrugged with a small smile plastered on his lips.

"Plus I'm craving some boba." He grinned, showing you a halfly finished boba drink which he shook in his grasp, making the drink let out a rattling sound as the ice hits the plastic and the liquid swivels around. You watch him take a small sip of the drink and he waved the drink at you.

"Want some?"

You smiled as you took the drink from his fingers and drank from the same straw. "You seem upset, what's up?" he asked, a hand on your shoulder as you both began walking on the road. You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head to say that it's nothing he should be worried about.

"Was it those chocolate balls Jungha made? I told him that him being in the kitchen is basically a sin but he didn't listen!" he exclaimed exasperatedly, causing you to laugh. "He's a hazard to society, I must admit." you shrugged, chewing on the tapioca pearls.

"I think I lost a gazillion brain cells and got shit developing in my brain ever since I ate those disgusting chocolate truffles." you made a face which caused Jisung to snicker. "Relatable. I gulped down thirty gallons of water to wash that shit down my throat," Jisung joked.

"Youngmin got a freaking aneurysm when he spotted him actually making something in the kitchen." you joked. "Not surprised, I would be too if I had seen him pour fourteen cups of vinegar into a large truffle mixture." he shook his head at the thought.

There was silence between the two of you. As you walked down the path, thinking of all the things you could say to spike up another conversation. You just randomly said, "I like axolotls." which caused him to look at you with the most perplexed yet interested look he's ever given you.

"When you said you had shit developing in your brains, you didn't mean it literally right?" he asked with a concern look on his face. You laughed, smacking him on his shoulder with your sweater paw. "You idiot, of course not!" you bawled out laughing.

"Not my fault I thought bout that. I mean, one moment we're talking bout disgusting chocolate truffles that our classmate made, with the probability of having the intention of food poisoning us to you talking bout who knows what you were saying!" he exclaimed with a giggle.

"Wait. You don't know what's an axolotl?" you asked, turning your head slightly in surprise. "What the fuck even is that?" he furrowed his brows in confusion which made your mouth drop to the floor in shock. His confused expression turned into an offended laugh as he started explaining himself.

"What do you think I am? A grammician? How am I suppose to know what the fuck that is?" he giggled in between words. "Okay, okay. First of all, it's Grammarian. You're making it sound as if being someone who's good at grammar, a magician." you cleared your throat.

"They are though." Jisung mumbled under his breath, which you ignored, only giving him a wtf face in response before shaking your head and continuing with your sentence. "Two. An axolotl is kind of like a sea salamander thing? They have the cutest little smiles and the cutest little yawns-"

"Yawns?!"

"Yes, let me finish my sentence, for fucks sake!"

"They're also teeny tiny that you just wanna squeeze them. They're also really cool creatures," you finished with a bright smile. You find Jisung smiling down at you in astonishment, his expression almost looked lovingly.

"Um, you okay?" you teased. "You're spacing out, dude." you added. Jisung's soft smile never left but he took a few steps toward you, you unconciously walked backwards as you nervously glanced up at his tranced gaze boring into your eyes. "Uh.. You okay?" you asked.

"Dude?"

You felt your back hit the wall, letting out a small squeak at the soft impact. Jisung kept getting closer towards you, his arms beside your head as his forearms lay flat against the wall. His knee in between your legs to keep you trapped in his arms.

His eyes staring lovingly into your nervous ones before searching all over your face and gazing at your lips. "Dude.." you whispered almost inaudibly, as his smile faltered, his eyes half lidded as he leaned his head towards you slowly.

You let out a small noise of surprise when you felt his breath on your skin, his half lidded eyes gazing at your lips as he bit his own. He leaned closer and closer until you both practically breathed each others air, his lips a few centimeters away from yours.

You were stuck in a trance when his eyes went up to look at yours, becoming half lidded as well. His nose grazed yours slowly as his lips parted slightly, his minty breath hitting yours. You felt as if your were being hypnotised.

In a second, it was all ripped away. Jisung shook his head with wide eyes before pulling away from you, his cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as if his boldness had evaporated into thin air. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking everywhere but you.

You nodded wordlessly, putting a hand at your chest to feel how fast your heart is beating. "It's cool." you whispered to him, unsure if he could hear you but the small nod he gave you reassured you he did.

"And cut! Perfect!" the director exclaimed through the speaker before going through his papers once again. You groaned, collapsing on the floor as you sat down in exhaustion. You have been shooting for eight hours nonstop, you were beyond tired.

"Oh my god, someone please get me some mouthwash. I shared a drink with that human being!" you gasped exasperatedly, point at Han Jisung who was gulping down large amounts of water from his waterbottle. He paused to look at you with an annoyed look, his puffy cheeks filled with water.

He gulped down before sticking his tongue out at you. He wiped his mouth with his towel which he used to wipe the sweat off of his brows during breaks. He tossed the wet towel towards your exhausted figure, causing you to avoid it with a shuffle.

"Dude, gross! What were you raised in a barn? You're gonna a get me the fucking corona virus, you little shit" you spat, kicking the towel away with your shoe as your make up artist gave you your waterbottle. "Oh please y/n. We all know that you're the uncultured swine here," he shot back in a bittersweet tone.

"Plus, if I had the virus. I would probably got it from you, considering you sneeze 24/7 and sound like a dying whale when doing so." he snickered. "Bro, if you actually get me sick, I'm gonna pass it back to you by kissing you if I have to!" you growled, standing up to grab your phone.

"You're gonna kiss him sooner or later, so you don't really have to say that." Jeongin smirked as he took a bite of the chocolate truffles handed out during breaks. You and Jisung gave the younger boy a death glare which made him grin and shrug before continuing to hog all the sugary treats displayed on the table.

"Oh my god you're such a pain in the ass." you whined, rubbing your temples in frustration. "Said the one with a stick up her ass," Jisung muttered as his fingers lightly tap the screen of his phone. "Can you shut up please?" you put your hands together with a small clapping sound and Jisung chuckled.

"Sweet y/n should keep her head out of the clouds because God knows that shutting up isn't in my vocabulary." he smirked before giving you a mocking look of sympathy, "did I say sweet? I meant, salty."

You could practically see the smoke steaming out of your ears like a boiling tea kettle. You were about to pounce on that boy and choke him to death (as kinky as it sounds), until you heard the director announce his long awaited announcement.

"Alright, that's it for today folks. It's late and y'all need rest for tomorrow. We'll be travelling to a much furthur place, so be prepared!" the director announced before looking at you and Jisung. "Especially you two, we have only 7 episodes left to shoot. You two are gonna get real lovey dovey this month," he said in a serious tone.

You and Jisung let out a loud gulp. Your heart raced a bit at the thought of being closer to Jisung. No matter how annoying he was, you always look through his good looks and comedic personality. He was practically your ideal type if he wasnt such an asshole. There's no acceptions to this guy.

im sorry this took me so long I was rlly rlly busy

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xxxsunnybabes · 5 years

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Gold Pt. 1 Teaser

This was the beginning. This is where it all went wrong. When you asked yourself, Why did I do the things I did? There wasn’t a good reason. And you knew it. You knew it like a mother knows her child’s cries. Your reason? ‘Love’.

Word Count: 2,113

Warnings: Mentions of planes

Rating: T/M

Pairing: underground society!OT7 x Fem! Reader

Summery: You had to go back to your hometown in South Korea due to your paternal grandmother falling ill. What you didn't know was that a childhood friend had joined a mafia and was looking for someone - you.

@kelly96q @the-spanishinquisition @dreamingmavis @superheros-and-others @xsmilebitesx @mariacorbi @leftflowerprunedonut @sweetbts1dcami

A/N: This happens before the pt. 0. COMPLETED VERSION

Thursday, December 22

You rolled off the edge your bed, hissing as your cheek connected with the cool marble floor. The sleek black marble bureau was your support as you picked yourself up off the floor.

Looking into your silver framed mirror you messed with your hair; pulling and parting it this way and that. You wiggled into your jeans up to your hips and yanked an old flannel over your head.

You looked down at your clothes and gave little tugs in areas to be comfier.

This was good, you weren’t doing anything fancy today.

Hopefully.

The bed cushioned your jump as you rolled to your nightstand. You picked up your phone to see if there were any notifications. Cross your fingers, Tumblr. There was this fanfic writer that you adored that was updating today.

And you.

Need.

Fluff.

You breathe it.

But of course, your battery percentage had to crush your tiny fangirl sole. You had forgotten to plug it in overnight... again.

“What’s done is done,” you sighed and grabbed your computer and its charger instead. The stairs’ rich maple finish looked like dark chocolate and the mocha carpet was like caramel. The rails twisted together like licorice. You hummed quietly as a stronger gust of wind caused the cotton candy blue shades to rattle slightly. The light oozed through the windows surrounding the eight ft. tall door.

You made a small squeak as an especially creaky step right at the bottom caught you off guard.

Your noise snapped you out of your trance and now everything felt like too much. The tile was bitterly cold and felt like icicles under your feet. As you walked into the living room you reached for the curtains since the morning light was now blinding. A short grunt stopped you and you turned to see your father on the twin white velvet couches. The island, which was stocked with cereals and canned goods, had been hiding him from view.

He had his eyes closed and his face forced into a scowl facing the ceiling. You immediately noticed the phone next to his ear and the way he seemed to grow more tense with each passing minute.

You two had the same habits. You both ground your teeth when you were aggravated. When nervous, you would scratch your nose. When you lied, you pinched your clothes; him at his pants and you at your shoulders. Your grew to understand people in ways no one else could when you were all they could rely on.

So when you can’t read him, like right now, your heart twisted in your chest and you just knew something was wrong.

You crawl onto the couch next to your father. Knowing better than to interrupt him you decided to listen quietly. Listen, not eavesdrop, there’s a difference.

You caught snippets of the conversation on the other side. Although not enough to piece together what was going on since the other side’s volume matched a heart monitor, high low, high low, then low, low, low.

Your dad’s mask was started to fade and it was clearer what he was feeling. His eyes were shut so tightly you were afraid he wouldn’t be able to open them again.

‘She...Hometown...South Korea...Needs to come….’ was all you could really hear on the other side. Your dad asked, ‘Why her? Couldn’t I go? Or one of her cousins?’ You could almost hear the other side shake their head, ‘No, they requested her...can’t refuse...end like...mother…’ Who was ‘they?

Clearly, your dad knew because he said, ‘But she still has her studies. They have no right to order us. They took so much already.’ The other person sighed, ‘I know, I know. But we can’t refuse them, you know that.’

Then, as suddenly as a tsunami would return to the sea, the phone call ended. Dad hadn’t even said goodbye before he hung up. He threw his phone on the circular glass coffee table at his feet.

He looked over at your confused expression and chuckled, “Did you fall off the bed again?”

He was trying to not mention that discussion.

“You shouldn’t be so amused by that, Dad. Whose bright idea was it to put the marble in a bedroom anyway?“

He raised his hand apologetically and mumbled something about how he never expected the guest room to be lived in.

You were so eager to find out what was going on that you felt like you would burst.

“Who’s going to South Korea?” you began since that’s the information you had heard clearlest.

“You are, your grandmother is,” he licked his lips nervously, buying time, “sick.vxf”

That’s not what you heard.

“Ok, but why do I have to go?” You rubbed your temple while rolling off the couch and into the open kitchen. You grabbed your favorite mug from the cabinet. It was massive, both tall and wide and said ‘The world is ending but don’t worry, you were a great friend and a better shield.’

He took a long gulp from his coffee like he was wondering if he should tell you the real reason, “She personally requested you.”

Why was he lying? He’s a terrible liar and shouldn’t even be trying.

He watched in amazement as you almost spilled the coffee all over you. You muttered a slow ‘shit’ while wiping it off the oriental rug.

After about three minutes of patting it and wiping you threw the towel on the sink in defeat, there was no way you could get the stain completely out.

You knew there wasn’t any way you could get out of this.

“I’ll go pack.”

He gave you a salute with a cocky smirk that made you want to sit on the couch and not move until someone made you. But you didn’t. He was stressed enough as it is.

You listened to ‘Hope World’ as you packed. From what you remember Seoul was extremely rainy, but isn’t too bad in December. You hadn’t brought much with you to your dad’s house and would have to stop by your dorm room before the plane trip this weekend. You zipped what you had into your suitcase with a groan.

Why couldn’t you have one normal winter break? You could almost hear your mother saying, ‘That’s life, Y/N.’

You smiled lightly. Her words could be so harsh but were normally true. A hand clenched your heart, it was comforting and suffocating at the same time. Bittersweet in its definition.

You missed her so much. You missed your fights or when you would fangirl together. But no one was right. No one could replace her. It was cheesy, but she always loved cheese, especially Swiss.

You heaved the bag downstairs and waited for your dad to finish his errands. You had to pry the new door open due to its lack of use.

If there was one thing you wouldn’t miss about here is all the dust. This house was like a pair of mismatched socks. New, old. Dirty, clean. Gross, pretty. But it would always be your ‘candy house’, sweet as home memories.

Sunday, December 27

The car ride was dreadful. Absolutely, positively, dreadful.

You and your dad had tried making small talk since you wouldn’t see each other for a while, but it wound up being awkward and forced.

“Dad, just stop. Please,” you chuckled, but it was tight.

He scrunched his nose up and real laughter bubbled up your throat. If this was a movie it would’ve been a perfect, rehearsed laugh. But who needed that when your laugh was the most natural and beautiful one to the people that knew you?

“Sorry, it’s just,” His voice trailed off at the end.

Your throat felt dry and your eyes were watery. Dust. Just dust, right? Your hand found your dad’s and you gave it a small but tight squeeze, “I know, I wanted to spend more time with you too.”

He took your hand and kissed it lightly before he stepped out of his car door and onto the asphalt. You finished your bottle of water before collecting your stuff and stepping out too.

He swiped his eyes and nose quickly but you still saw the tears.

“It feels like when I first dropped you off at college all over again,” he sniffed.

You pulled him into a tight hug but let go before you both got right back in that car and went home.

“I’ll see you a couple months, Dad,” You pat his shoulder reassuringly, for both of you, “I have to go now, love you.

You two weren’t one to say ‘I love you’, but you had this feeling in your gut like it might be the last time.

You rolled your two small suitcases into the airport and waited in line before you could look back.

Thankfully, you had picked Sunday for your departure day so there weren’t too many people. You stared at the clock and tapped your foot to Fake Love. You thought about how stressful this trip was going to be. You would have to find a new college, take care of your grandmother, brush up on your Korean, get used to Korean culture in general, find at least two jobs, and god only knows how many house projects… You left out a long heavy breath, thinking about the negatives only made you depressed so you stopped yourself.

Your eyes connected and it was like a light flickered on, but couldn’t stay on, in your head. He felt so- familiar. The long face, thin and pointy eyes that were always observing, the sharp nose and jawline, and even though his legs were hidden behind the counter you knew they were long and muscular. Where had you seen him before?

“Ma’am? Your bags are all good, excellent packing by the way,” and it was his voice that made it almost click.

“I’m sorry, but have I met you before?” you couldn’t stop yourself and maybe it was his lips, but they looked so honest and friendly.

His eyes darkened slightly, “I don’t believe so,” his face than twisted into a panty-dropping smile, “I would remember you.”

You tried not to blush, you were a grown ass woman for God’s sakes, "My mistake then.”

You didn’t really process the rest of the trip. You just went through the motions and somehow managed not to get lost in your daze. Everytime your mind returned to his face you couldn’t stop the heat that pooled between your legs. It was so weird and uncalled for; you had never reacted to anyone that way before.

Before you knew it, you were in your seat with your earbuds playing your favorite podcast. Someone sat next to you and you nearly jumped out of your seat. Get a hold of yourself, Y/N! You looked at them again and you nearly jumped again. It was him.

“Didn’t I just see you?”

He looked genuinely confused but there was an amused glint hiding in his eyes, “I’m sorry?”

“Didn’t you weigh my bags?” You were beginning to become frustrated, were you just bad with faces?

He shook his head and said that he was just another passenger. He pulled out a worn out journal and began to write in Korean. Your Korean was still rusty but from what you could make out they were lyrics. Lyrics, the word filled your head like a clue.

“Hoseok,” you didn’t know why, but that name filled your head.

His head snapped up and looked at you. His eyes were amber and filled with longing, he looked like a predator eyeing his prey.

You knew him, but from where? You figured it would come to you later, like the name did.

All you could do right now was sleep; so you wrapped the airport’s blanket around you and gazed out the window. It was nighttime already. You changed your playlist and turned the music to a comfortable volume before rubbing your head against the seat and drifting, drifting, drifting to sleep.

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lazyfox411 · 5 years

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Some more Qrow Angst

Ruby is in trouble so she calls her uncle qrow for help. Warnings I guess for alcohol use and a dude being.. creepy?

Let me know what you think! And sorry if this ends up formatted strange, I'm in an airport and using my phone which I normally dont do for posting fic..enjoy..

Qrow smacked his lips as he polished off what was left in his glass. He played his fingers along the neck of the bottle, contemplating another.

Tai cleared his throat, nestled in an armchair across the room. His eyes immediately flicked back down to the novel in his hands when Qrow looked up. It was subtle, but it was enough. Qrow left the bottle where it was. This was Tai's house, he would at least try to behave. If not for Tai, then for the girls. Even though it was late, so Yang was already locked away in her room for the night, and Ruby was out at a friend's.

No sooner had the thought left his mind than his scroll, tucked away in his back pocket, began to vibrate. He pulled it out and looked at the contact photo: Ruby's smiling face. Tai was fully immersed in his book now, and after years of living with the man in a small dorm room, Qrow knew not to interrupt him when his nose was stuck between pages. He quietly stepped into the kitchen to take the call.

"Hey, kiddo, what's up? I thought you were at your friend's, Violet, or whatever her name is."

"It's Velvet," Ruby corrected softly, and in that instant, Qrow knew there was something wrong, very wrong, because he had never heard his niece speak in such a quiet, timid voice.

"Ruby, what is it?" he asked.

"I lied," she replied, barely a whisper. "I lied, Uncle Qrow, I didn't go to Velvet's, I went somewhere else. These kids at school were having a party, and they asked me to come, and I did, but now everything's getting out of hand, people are drinking, and they're breaking stuff and yelling and this one guy has been following me around all night, and I don't know anybody here, they're all older than me and I'm hiding in the bathroom but people keep knocking on the door--"

"Whoa, slow down there, kid, just breathe for a sec," Qrow tried to keep his voice steady, but just about every muscle in his body was tensed and ready to spring to action.

There was a muffled knock, and someone shouted from Ruby's end of the line.

"Occupied!" Ruby called out. She must have put her scroll closer to her face then, because Qrow didn't have to strain to hear, "I'm scared, Uncle Qrow."

"Where are you?" Qrow demanded. Ruby rattled off an address. "Alright. I'm gonna get Tai, and we're gonna get you out of there."

"No!" Ruby cried, "You can't tell Dad, please, Uncle Qrow, you can't let him find out. He'll be so disappointed in me."

That made Qrow pause, if only for a split second. Did Ruby think so little of him that she didn't care what he might think? But that didn't matter, not right now, because his niece was in trouble, and she was trusting Qrow to help her.

"Okay. Hang tight, kiddo. I'll be there as fast as I can."

"Please hurry."

Not even seconds after hanging up, Qrow was scrambling up the stairs. "Going to bed, goodnight!" he called to Tai, not much caring about his reading anymore.

Qrow burst through the door to the spare room he'd been staying in, kicking it shut behind him and grabbing his weapon from where it was leaned against the wall. He threw open the window and leapt into the night air.

There was a moment of vertigo as his body plummeted towards Tai's flowerbeds on the ground below, before he erupted in feathers and propelled himself higher into the sky. With all the places he'd been, the things he'd done, the missions for Oz, he had never flown this hard.

The only thing faster than his wings was his mind, racing a mile a minute, tearing him apart from inside. What was Ruby doing at a party with people she didn't know, people older than her, and a lot less innocent and a lot more reckless? Ruby was smart, why would she make the decision to go there? Unless she thought it was something okay. Unless she had seen her uncle drinking and wanted to try it for herself. Unless she'd heard the stories Qrow had told from his younger days, about the wild and reckless things he'd done. He was regretting those things now more than ever before.

It was easy to spot the house, it was the only one on the street with all the lights on, music was blaring, and kids were scattered over the lawn. Qrow swooped down, only to have a red plastic cup thrown at his head. With an indignant squawk, he dove into some bushes.

Nobody seemed to notice a grown man stepping out of the shrubbery; they were too drunk or didn't care, or both. Qrow brushed the leaves from his hair and started up the walkway. The obnoxious music was starting to give him a headache.

He nearly keeled over when he opened the front door. The crowd inside was generating a powerful stench of weed, body odor, and booze. It was even louder in here, people were shouting and breaking things. Qrow flinched as an expensive-looking vase was thrown and shattered against the wall. But he had more important things to worry about.

"Bathroom?" he asked a kid next to him.

The kid pointed to a worn set of stairs leading farther up into the house.

"Hey man," he said, "cool sword. What are you, like a huntsman or something?"

Qrow gripped the hilt, feeling reassured. He was an adult. He could handle this. And even if he couldn't, Ruby needed him, so he would try.

The kid who he'd asked about the bathroom and had liked his weapon was trying to give him a beer now. Qrow brushed him off, thinking he would very much like a drink of something to calm his nerves but now wasn't the time. He elbowed his way through a sea of dancing teenagers to get to the stairs, nearly tripping over someone passed out and sprawled across the landing. Qrow did his best not to step on her and continued on his mission.

What he heard at the top of the stairs curdled his blood.

"Come on, Little Red. Open the door. I'm sorry, let me make it up to you. We can get out of here, go back to my place--"

The guy didn't finish his sentence, because if he did, he would have lost his Adam's apple. Qrow shoved him against the wall, blade millimeters away from his throat.

Qrow had never really believed in the term "seeing red" until now. He was seething, breathing so hard he could hardly get his words out, and in that moment, he could have killed this guy.

"You stay away from my niece," he spat. "Stay away, and if you so much as look at her again, this blade is gonna be the last thing you ever see. Understand?"

The guy nodded as much as he could, given one wrong move could cost him his head.

"Say it," Qrow growled through his teeth.

"I- I understand." He was obviously drunk, but fear shone through his glassy eyes. Good.

"Get the fuck out." Qrow lowered the sword, and gave him a shove towards the stairs for good measure.

When he was sure the guy had left, Qrow turned to the bathroom door.

"Ruby," he knocked softly. "Ruby, open up, it's me, it's Qrow."

"U-uncle Qrow?" Ruby sniffled from inside.

"Yeah, it's me, I'm here, kiddo. Can you open the door? Please." He just had to see her. He had to know she was alright.

After a few moments, the door opened with a soft click, and before Qrow could brace himself, Ruby crushed him in the tightest hug he'd ever received. And he returned it.

"Ruby," the air rushed from his lungs, and he fought to refill them. "Kid, what the hell are you doing here? Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"You came," Ruby managed. Her voice was shaky. "I'm so, so sorry, Uncle Qrow, I'm so sorry, it'll never happen again, I promise."

"I'm just glad you're safe," Qrow murmured, gently stroking her hair. "Let's get outta here."

He escorted her down the stairs and to the door, shielding her from stray elbows and flying objects, and they left the property altogether. He kept a steady hand on her shoulder the whole way.

They had a decent walk ahead of them. Cabs wouldn't take passengers carrying giant weapons unless they had a huntsman's liscence, and Qrow had left the house in a panic, not thinking to grab his wallet. Even then, there was no money in it.

Ruby was silent as they plodded towards home, which was unusual for her. She kept opening her mouth like she wanted to speak, but then changed her mind. Finally, Qrow couldn't take any more of it.

"Spit it out," he said, not unkindly.

She stared down at her hands. "I'm sorry, Uncle Qrow."

Qrow sighed. "I'm just glad you're safe now. But I hope you learned your lesson, 'cause I'm pretty sure you turned all my hairs gray after tonight."

That made Ruby smile a little bit, and Qrow put an arm around her as they walked.

"Seriously, though," Qrow said, losing some of the light tone, "what were you doing there?"

"These kids at school," Ruby explained, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve, "they told me about it, and they said if I didn't go, then I might as well not bother coming back to school because I'd be a laughing stock. And you know what? Those kids weren't even there tonight. I don't know how I could be so stupid."

There was a bit of relief that washed over Qrow that he wasn't the immediate cause of this, then guilt at the fact he might have been at all. Stronger though, was anger, threatening to bubble over. He had some very specific words for Ruby's schoolmates, but he bit them back for now. He stopped walking, and knelt to look Ruby in the eye.

"You are not stupid. You made a mistake tonight, we all do. What's important is that you recognized it. And those kids at school, don't let them, or anyone else, speak to you like that. And if they do, you need to tell me. Tell me, or your dad, or some friends or a teacher, tell somebody. Understand?"

Ruby nodded, "I understand."

Somewhere along the way back, Ruby grew tired, her feet started to drag, and her eyes drooped. Somewhere along the way, Qrow crouched down and mumbled, "Get on board," and that was how he ended up sneaking back into the house with Ruby clinging to his back like a koala.

It was late, and all the lights were out, so Tai was probably gone to bed. Qrow didn't much feel like dealing with an angry dad tonight. He lowered Ruby to her feet as they tiptoed through the kitchen towards the stairs. Qrow cursed when he stubbed his toe on the banister. The whole thing set him off balance, and he landed, unceremoniously, on the staircase with a resounding thud.

"Shit," he muttered, listening for the sound of footsteps to tell him what little luck he had had run dry. The house was silent.

"Come on," he whispered to Ruby, "let's get you to bed."

Ruby kicked off her shoes and crawled under the covers as soon as they got to her room. Qrow eased the door shut, and lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed. It hit him then that he was exhausted, and sore from falling up the stairs.

"Uncle Qrow?"

"Yeah?"

"You won't tell Dad about this, will you?"

What was left of Qrow's energy may as well have seeped down into the floorboards and been absorbed by the moonlight. He rested his forehead on his hand and sighed.

"Kiddo, I don't think this is something I feel comfortable keeping from your dad. Tai'll kill me if he finds out I kept this from him."

"He'll kill me, too!" Ruby protested.

Qrow chuckled and shook his head. "You're his little rose petal, he'll get over it. But, Ruby, if you don't tell him, I will. You're growing up, and you've gotta learn to take responsibility for your actions. I'll tell that you now, because I know how much it sucks to learn the hard way."

Ruby sighed and laid her head down on her pillow. "You're right."

"You'll be fine," Qrow assured her. "Just get some rest now."

"I can't fall asleep."

"You didn't even try yet."

"Uncle Qrow," Ruby looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, "will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?"

Qrow answered by closing his eyes and leaning back. Ruby snuggled into his side.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."

"You're welcome, kiddo."

#qrow branwen #ruby rose #rwby fics #rwby #rwby fanfic #ruby whump #protective qrow #rwby fic #rwby fanfiction #hurt/comfort #angst #alcohol #creepy dude #idk lol

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laurensomebody · 6 years

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The Towers

Everyday for weeks, I watch those planes crash into the Twin Towers. Every angle I can find, every Youtube documentary, every newscast. Footage from the street, from hotel guests at their windows, from the NYU student in her dorm who can’t believe those are human bodies and not chairs falling from the top floors. I watch before bed and after waking, replaying clips again and again until they’re real.

The day we learn my mom is going to die, I hang back to sleep in her hospital room. We stay up late. She forbids me from telling her how long she has left, just like she did her doctor. She wants to talk about anything but the cancer. After awhile, I slip up and say something I instantly regret, aiming for the brand of dark humor we’d enjoyed many times before. “The only upside is that now I won’t have to worry about you when I finally commit suicide.” She sighs, “No, don’t do that,” like she remembers the vague threats since my preteen years and has learned not to entertain them. I say sorry but hate myself for making a cruel joke which defeats the purpose of leaving her unaware.

On the first anniversary of her passing, I’m still not ready to open my box of memories from Maryland- her earrings, the funeral programs, her old phone, her journal and devotional book. It stays shut on a shelf while I dip into Facebook to see relatives posting tributes, then click out to avoid the photos. It stays shut while I consider listening to the James Taylor album I played on her last day, her death rattle in the background of her favorite songs. I refuse to play JT again now and maybe ever.

Instead, I watch the towers. In the hour before impact, news anchors marvel at the nice weather, and how it’s almost too quiet this morning. They talk to Babyface about his beard and Ray Romano about his show. Howard Stern recalls almost hooking up with Pam Anderson. Soon, it’s 8:46am, then 9:03, and their ignorance is not an option.

I hear some 9/11 jumpers were blinded by black smoke while searching for a pocket of air and took one last step out of a smashed window. Others felt flames licking their backs and opted to fall, instead. I wonder how the terror of sinking compares to being eaten alive by the fire. I decide I’d rather fly out, too. The jumpers remind me of what David Foster Wallace wrote about suicide- how it’s not so free a choice; it’s like leaping from a burning high-rise when you see no other way out. I watch them to convince myself it’s not time to jump; my building is not actually on fire. I am still on the ground.

One day I’m done. I have to stop watching the towers. Just like that heavy drinking in the weeks after Mom’s death, ended only when I mistake the closet for the bathroom and the hamper for the toilet, then hear my boyfriend arrive from work and enter the bedroom and I casually emerge and hope he won’t notice how wet and smelly our laundry is. Another addiction I must thwart.

On the day I decide I’m done, I walk my dog outside and watch a plane fly low from Burbank airport. I fantasize like I always do, wondering what it would be like if it crashed into our complex. This time I fear it will happen because maybe I’ve been watching all that footage to prepare. My mother’s mother believed she had premonitions and thought they ran in the family. Mom had demon sightings and occult interests before she strengthened her faith and swore off the stuff. I’ve tried to shake intrusive thoughts since childhood but flirt with them for a thrill. I have my fun, decide I’m silly and go back inside.

The night of my decision, I restrain myself from searching for new clips and go to Reddit instead. There’s been a hijacking in Washington State. I’m relieved to learn it’s only one man and no passengers, no buildings, no houses. But he’s dead. Richard Russell left behind audio of his conversation with air traffic control. He’s in a manic state, only now realizing the extent of his struggle, embarrassed to be disappointing the people who care about him. He hopes he hasn’t ruined anyone’s day with his stunt. But he wants a moment of serenity and to see the sights before dying. He’s made his choice; a safe landing means an indefinite stay behind bars. I can hear his resignation. He tells the controllers he wishes they could all just shoot the shit, without this business getting in the way.

I’m broken by his self-awareness and vulnerability in the last moments. They would have saved him if they’d come earlier. But he knew we aren’t supposed to admit some things, like when we’ve pushed people away and don’t know why, when we feel lonely and forgotten, when we just want to talk, when we feel worthless and at a loss. He did it because it was the end. I curse and thank him for his insane, horrifying act, which lets me off the hook. I can never match that epic, symbolic goodbye- that astounding barrel roll- and I will never try. I can fall apart and rebuild before the flames become real; I can hope they never do. I go to bed and pretend something meant for him to help people like me who need the constant reminder.

#death #towers #suicide #planes

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320 State Street (19)- April 14, 2017 (Final Chapter)

FF.net | AO3

There is a special guest included in this chapter.

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“So who are we looking for?” Astrid asked, her backpack slung over her shoulder, suitcase in one hand and Stormfly’s cage in the other.

“The pastor of the church is picking us up. You can’t miss him.”

Julius Nyerere International Airport was smaller than O’Hare had been. She peered outside to see palm trees, green green grass, and the bluest sky she’d ever seen, which was quite the difference from the gray dismal early spring weather that they left in Michigan. She was ecstatic to be in shorts.

The flight had gone well enough. Astrid, who had only been out of state a handful of times, was nervous to fly. Luckily, Hiccup was beside her the whole time, his fingers intertwined with hers. Next to him on the other side, was Toothless. Astrid was still completely baffled by the logistics of it, but sure enough, the airline allowed a panther to fly coach. When she asked about it, Hiccup explained that Toothless was a certified service animal, and he in turn was a caregiver for Toothless. It was a double service situation. He and Valka had made the accommodations months ago and it was known in advance that yes, there was a big cat on this flight. No one seemed to mind, since he just sat there, doing his thing. Which was really impressive, for a 20 hour flight. Astrid was more impressed that he could go that long. Eventually, he stretched out across the seats and fell asleep on their laps.

Valka had her own seat mate, Stormfly, in the way of a cage. The bird occasionally sang and made noise, but nothing obnoxious. Valka had a fun time talking to her as well.

After the first hour in the air, Astrid felt herself calm down enough and she began to relax. Still, she held Hiccup’s hand, occasionally lifting it to kiss his knuckles.

“There he is!” Called Valka, pointing to an extremely tall man. He held a sign with ‘Haddock’ written on it. The family rushed over to him, only to be caught up in a hug.

“Mwaba!” Hiccup laughed. “How are you?”

“If it isn’t my little Kwikwi! Look at how big you’ve grown! And who is this pretty girl?”

Astrid held her hand out. “Jambo, I’m Astrid, Hiccup’s girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” He playfully elbowed his friend in the gut, and then took Astrid’s hand. “My name is Pastor Mwaba Musonda, but Mwaba is fine. Welcome to the family!” And he yanked her into a hug.

Oh, she was going to like it here.

Mwaba gathered everyone into the church van, where Toothless had plenty of room to stretch out and relax. Not so the case with Hiccup and Astrid, however.

Traffic rules were different here. Mostly a free for all. Not to mention most of the roads weren’t paved. Astrid bounced in her seat, fear creeping in every time they took a corner too fast. Stormfly, likewise, squawked when her cage was rattled.

“You okay back there Stormfly?”

“Earthquake!” she cried.

While they were still in the city, Mwaba stopped at a grocer, and they stocked up on food. Astrid was surprised to see that most of the foods she had come to love were no where to be found.

Hiccup had three, 10 gallon jugs of water in a cart. “Do you remember the rules about tap water?”

“It’s okay to shower with, but don’t drink it.”

“Very good,” he confirmed. “But even so, you may feel sick until you get used to being here. Whether it’s altitude sickness or something in the food…Just let me know if you feel crummy at any point and we’ll come home and take a nap. Okay?”

She smiled at him, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. But you need to let me know if you feel sick too, okay? You’re not as immune as you think.”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay okay.”

Back in the van, Hiccup tapped her shoulder, and held out a dramamine. “You’re going to want this,” he assured.

“Kanganya is about an hour from here, Astrid.” Mwaba explained. “I’ll take the scenic route!”

“Yay…” she said, nausea starting to take root in her stomach.

Despite the conditions, she was in awe of the landscape around her. Everything was much different than it had been in the lakeside town in Michigan. Soon, they were in the mountains, climbing up narrow, dizzying roads.

“How far are we from Kilimanjaro?”

“Those are still a few hours north. You and Kwikwi should go sometime!”

“Kwikwi?” she asked her seat mate.

“It’s Swahili for ‘Hiccup’. They used to call me Kuku, which is the word for chicken…because my name is Henry. Hen…get it?”

“That’s…really complicated.”

“Hey, complicated is my second middle name.” Hiccup said proudly.

“…what’s your first middle name?”

“Unnecessarily.”

She snorted.

They continued through the mountains, going crazy speeds and weaving around other cars and buses. The landscape seemed to stretch on forever, over mountains and valleys, just rich green framed with terra-cotta soil and dotted with brightly colored stucco buildings. Finally, they pulled off the road and into a cluster of buildings. Some were big, made of cement, bricks, and clay and others were just thatched grassed huts. There were about 20 to 30 homes scattered about the hub.

“This is it! Welcome to Kanganya!” Mwaba gestured out the window, proud of his village.

“There’s the church, up there.” Hiccup pointed to a building that sat on a cliff, with a sign outside that said, ‘Bird Mountain Church’.

“The hospital that you’ll be at is about a mile down the road,” explained Valka. “But if you don’t want to walk it, we have a jeep.”

“I can walk it, no problem.” Astrid assured. “What about you Hiccup?”

“I’ll be fine…most of the time,” He shrugged.

As they passed through the village, she spotted a number of big buildings, labelled in English and Swahili.

Then, finally, they turned to the road that went to the church, and veered off slightly into the woods. There, the house Astrid would call home waited. It was decently sized, not as big as Hiccup’s house had been back in the US, but still bigger than she was expecting.

“A group of missionaries lived here before us,” Hiccup stated as they pulled into the driveway. “They had nine kids. When they retired back to the US, my mom and dad bought the house from them and picked up where they left off.”

“It’s convenient for our purposes.” Valka stated. “Sometimes tragedy befalls the village and people need a place to stay. They never like to intrude, but just having a place to stay for a few weeks makes a difference.”

Astrid nodded in understanding.

Mwaba helped carry all the bags into the house, down a long entry way. They passed two closed bedrooms before they got to the living room. Inside, the air was hot and muggy.

“Let me just the A/C running, and we’ll open the windows.” Valka said, going over to the window unit. “We had everything shut up while we were gone to avoid any bugs getting in.”

“Oh right, aren’t mosquitos a big deal here?”

Hiccup opened a window on the other side of the room. “In the country, yes. That’s why you had to get those vaccinations. But our village is pretty safe, since we’re in the mountains.” He popped open a second window. “But I wouldn’t remove the screen from your window.”

“Got it.”

There was a loud ‘whump’ from the roof, and only Astrid jumped. “What was that?”

“Toothless, making himself at home.” Hiccup said without hesitation.

“Astrid,” Valka beckoned in the entryway. “This will be your room. It’s next to Hiccup’s, but the floor squeaks, so you two shouldn’t try any funny business.”

Astrid blushed hotly, while Hiccup whined a pained ‘mooooommmmmm!’

Valka laughed and dragged her suitcase to the stairs. “Mwaba and I are going to go meet with the deacons at the church. You two can unpack or rest…whatever you want. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

Mwaba added, “I heard a rumor that some of the ladies are making a meal tonight.”

“Oh! I don’t have to cook!” The woman laughed. “They certainly know how to make a woman feel at home.” She slipped her shoes back on. “See you kids later.”

“Bye mom.” Hiccup called over his shoulder.

The house furnishings were modest. A plush couch sat against the wall, with two soft chairs and a round coffee table. On the wall opposite of the entry, there were a pair of doors that seemed to lead to a balcony. Next to that, a dining table with several seats sat across from the open kitchen. The kitchen had a small oven and a microwave, much akin to Astrid’s dorm room. It was a nice size, perfect for three people and a leopard to live comfortably.

Her room was small, containing a bunk bed, a small table, and a closet. She dropped her suitcase on the floor and started putting away her clothes. “I am exhausted from that flight. Forget dinner, I’m ready to crash!”

Her boyfriend didn’t respond.

“Hiccup?” She poked her head out into the main room. The balcony doors were open, giving view to the wide, mountain side view. The sun would be setting soon, and it cast the pale yellow room into warm pink light. The landscape just seemed to go on for forever.

She found him lounging on a hammock out on the porch, gazing at the view.

“It’s a lot like back home. But…bigger. In a way.” She assessed.

“The lake view shows nothing. When the mist rolls in, it looks like the map just ends, and that’s it. But this…the hills and valleys, the trees and houses…it just seems to go on infinitely.”

“Hmmm, I guess I never thought about how big the world really is.”

“Yeah.”

Silence stretched between them, peacefully carrying the sacred moment.

It was broken when a goat pleaded nearby, in a human-like scream.

The duo devolved into laughter.

Hiccup sat up carefully. “Hey, come and lay with me.”

“Isn’t that super dangerous? Like, on a hammock.”

“I’m a professional hammock balancer. Trust me.”

“Okay…” She carefully edged her way onto the hammock, but it promptly flipped and dumped them out on the floor.

“Ow…”

“Professional, huh?” Astrid asked, from where her knee was jammed into his stomach.

“Well, we just need to get in it at the same time.”

They both rolled over and clambered up to their feet. Hiccup took one edge and pulled, then rested his knee on it. Astrid did the same. “Kay, on the count of three, we both sit down.”

“Got it.”

“1…2…3!”

And like poetry, they both fell into the net, being cradled on each side.

“Nice,” Astrid appraised, snuggling closer to him, and draping a leg over his. “This is nice.”

He wrapped an arm around her, cuddling her to his side. “You said it.”

The moment they had lost was back, as they both rested peacefully in each other’s presence. Birds chirped as the cool mountain breeze whistled through the trees. The air was fresh.

“Astrid?”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you love me?”

Should could have just said ‘yes’, as she always did when he asked that question, but instead, she pondered it for a moment. “You know…we haven’t been together very long. Just a few months.”

“Uh…yeah?”

“In fact, it was a year ago today, that we met.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You remember that?”

“Yeah, I saw it in my facebook memories this morning when we were at the airport.”

He chuckled.

“But in that time…I’ve come to see you as something else, not just my boyfriend. I guess I started taking you for granted. It didn’t really occur to me that I could lose you.”

Hiccup pulled away, and looked down at her, the hammock threatening to tip again. “…you aren’t going to lose me…not if I can help it.”

She smiled and tugged him to lay down again. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. It’s just…after a certain point, I stopped seeing you as a person, and started seeing you as an extension of myself that I never knew I was missing.”

Hiccup reached up and cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing an invisible line over her skin.

She continued, “In only six months, we’ve been through…some really awful stuff.”

Once the situation with Scott had been resolved, both had begged the other to let it be and never speak of it again. Still, it was a part of their tainted pasts and it would forever be with them, if not in word, then in meaning.

“But if I had to do any of that…without you? I…I can’t even imagine it. You made life worth living. Without you…things would have been so much different.”

He swallowed. “I feel the same.” He leaned in a placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “I didn’t have to go through what you did. I didn’t lose my dad, and I wasn’t in an abusive relationship. But I had my own struggles, my own doubts. But every time you smiled and laughed with me…they didn’t matter. I felt like I belonged beside you, laughing everyday. Because that’s all I ever want, is to make you happy.”

“That’s all I could ever ask for, and to make you happy in return.”

“Then…” He leaned closer, snaking his other arm around her. “Will you marry me?”

She starred at him, wide-eyed and confused.

“I…I don’t have a ring, or anything, but…gosh I didn’t really think this proposal through. I just…needed to say it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

She nodded, briefly kissing his lips. “I know it won’t happen right away, but I can’t imagine being with anyone but you. So yes, I will marry you.”

In his ecstasy, he crushed her to him, the hammock rocking like a ship in a storm. “Oh Astrid!”

She giggled, struggling to return the embrace, since he had pinned her arms to her sides.

He caught her lips in a deep and tender embrace.

Mark 10:9 “Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate."

#320 state street #httyd #astrid #Astrid Hofferson #hiccup #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccstrid #toothless #fanfiction #modern au #how to train your dragon

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goldenhemmings · 7 years

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Stealth | Assassin!Harry (Part 3)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, falling in love with her.

You can read part one here.

You can read part two here.

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Four months. Harry had managed to keep Y/N in his life for four months. He was a different person; at least, he had Y/N thinking he was. His thoughts still drifted to the macabre, longing for the rush of another kill whenever he wasn’t with her. But she gave him a different, better kind of rush, and he loved it. Harry loved her. However, he didn’t like to admit this to himself. Harry didn’t love anything before Y/N, and part of him wished he still didn’t. The only things he used to crave were murder, violence, careful planning and stalking…but now he craved her. He liked–loved–having her around, he was emotionally attached to something for the first time in his life. But there was just one problem: How long could he keep his real life a secret from her?

He’d received two more payments for assassinations since meeting her. On top of Y/N’s, that left a total of three incomplete missions that Harry desperately wanted to fulfill but knew, deep down, that he never could. He could never pursue another kill again, for Y/N’s sake and for the sake of their relationship. It wouldn’t be long before one of his clients caught up with him, and he knew that. But unfortunately for Harry, he had less time than he thought.

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Harry had just finished running his fingers through his messy curls to style them when he heard the lock on his door start to rattle. He’d given Y/N a key last week, and he smiled to himself as he heard her let herself into his apartment. He liked the feeling of having someone in his life to share his home with. Life was easy with Y/N; he didn’t have to try to put on an act to get her. She loved him for who he was.

Or, who she thought he was.

“Hi darling,” Harry said, moving over to Y/N as she closed the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. He smiled at her as their lids fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes meeting his twinkling green ones. “How was the daycare?”

“Same as always,” she said, fixing his collar so that it laid flat. “I’ve been helping Mia with her reading, the little four year old I was telling you about? She’s absolutely brilliant, her mom told me today that she read an entire Dr. Seuss book by herself. She’s only four years old and she read a whole book!” Harry’s eyes were intently fixated on Y/N. He smiled to himself as he observed the way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her entire body seemed to light up when she talked. He had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

“How did life as a secret agent treat you today?” Y/N asked, teasing him, with extra emphasis on ‘secret agent.’

Harry smiled. He felt guilty that Y/N still believed he worked for the government, but he didn’t let the guilt show. He never did. “Can’t tell ya. Hence the secret part. But ’m glad you’re doing so well with Mia. I ordered pizza for dinner, hope that’s alright?”

“Perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, moving over to the sofa by the window. She plopped down, kicking off her shoes as Harry turned to follow her. Just as Harry went to sit down, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Must be the pizza,” Harry said, shuffling towards the apartment’s entrance. “I’ve got it.”

Y/N stayed put on the couch, fiddling with her fingernails, until a chillingly familiar voice sounded throughout the apartment. A voice that had haunted her for years, and had just started to lose its control over her mind. She froze, in shock, before turning to face the doorway, coming face to face with the worst, scariest human being she had ever met: her ex-boyfriend, Jack.

“I want my fucking money, bro,” he yelled, his cold eyes just as angry as she remembered. Y/N ducked next to the couch, immediately trying to hide herself from view. Her head was spinning, throbbing almost. What the fuck was Jack doing at Harry’s apartment?

Harry went into immediate assassin mode. Calm, cool, collected. Voice deep, words slow. Establish the upper hand before this man tried to pull something. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Don’t play stupid you asshole. The 50 grand I slid through your window four months ago? I want that shit back. I want it back and I’m going to take care of her myself, since you’re clearly incompetent.”

Harry let out a low, emotionless laugh, though he was a bit frightened. He was so careful to make sure that nobody who had hired him ever got to see his face, but now someone knew what he looked like. He was screwed. “These things take time. If you want your money back, I can get it for you right now, but then the mission goes unfinished. So, what do you–”

“I have a gun,” Jack threatened, shakily. “And I swear to God, I will blow your fucking brains out and hers too as soon as I find her.”

“And risk being caught?” Harry questioned, remaining completely calm, although below the surface he was frantic. Y/N was literally in his apartment. There was no way out of this one. He needed to get this guy away from him, away from Y/N, and then make a run for it.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going to the police.” Jack spun on his heel, but what Harry said next caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“If you go to the police, what are you going to tell them? Huh? That you shelled out $50,000 to have someone murdered in cold blood in your name, and now the hit man you hired has taken too long to fulfill his duty? You’re going to tell them you got ripped off by an assassin?” Jack was silent. “You’re just as guilty.”

An assassin? Y/N’s head was spinning. She was desperately trying to make sense of the exchange going on between her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend, but she was making herself dizzy trying to put the pieces together. She felt her eyes well up with tears. If Jack really did have a gun, he would not hesitate to use it on her the second he found out she was there. He was crazy, a loose cannon. She needed to stay hidden.

Jack huffed, running a furious fist through his tangled blonde hair. “Fuck. You.”

“Trust me,” Harry began, levelheaded as ever. “This operation has been made a priority. Murdering someone isn’t an overnight task.”

“Yeah, except you’ve had four months. I’m over this. I’m going to get my guys, and I swear, even if it’s the last thing I do, I will fucking end you. And then I’ll end her myself. The only reason I hired you is because I didn’t want to have any blood on my hands but I don’t give a shit anymore. I may not know anything about you, even your name. But I do know that you are over.” And with that, Jack had taken off running down the hallway, and Harry had slammed the door behind him, his face as red as a fire truck. This was about to come crashing down on him. All of his careful, tedious work and planning…it was all about to be over. He was done for.

He raced down the hall, towards his bedroom. Y/N chased him, confused and angry and shocked and sad all at once. “Harry, what’s going on?” Nothing. He started rooting through his dresser drawers, tossing out fistfuls of clothing and leaving it strewn across the floor. “Do you know him? Do you know Jack?” Still, silence. “Harry, what the fuck is going on? Why does he want you to end me? What does he mean when he says he hired you?” She was yelling now, and the tears were flowing freely. “You’re scaring me. Answer me!”

Harry pulled out a large, bulging yellow envelope out of his dresser drawer, tossing it on the bed. “I have to go.”

“What?” She shook her head, more clueless than she had ever felt in her life.

“Y/N, you love me right?”

“Harry, what are you-”

“You’d love me whether I was sick or whether I was poor or whether I had a different job?”

“Of course, I-” Harry dumped the folder’s contents out on the bed, revealing stack after stack of crisp $100 bills. “Harry, where did you get all that money?”

Harry was frantic, panicking, rushing around like crazy. “We all have our secrets right? What I really do for a job, that’s my secret.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you saying all of this? I-”

“I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Y/N! I can’t. I’m not a-a-a secret agent.” He was at a complete loss for words, struggling to find what to say. “I don’t work for the government, I’m not licensed to have any of those guns you found in that closet all those months ago. And I don’t use those weapons for self-defense like I said. I use them to kill people.”

“Harry, please-” He was running around his bedroom like crazy, shoving things into a duffel bag without hardly looking to see what they were.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. In two days, you’re going to meet me at the International Airport.” He swiped a stack of money off of the bed, handing it to Y/N. “Pack a suitcase with clothes, shoes, anything else you might need. You’re going to take a taxi there, give the driver this money. I know it’s far, so you have to tell him to drive all through the night, and you’re not going to tell anyone, okay?”

She stared at the money in her hands, tears blurring her vision. “Harry, I can’t do this, I’m too afraid, I have no idea what’s going on, I-”

“Act like you’re brave, and you will be. I promise. That man…Jack…he’s going to be back soon. And with a lot of really dangerous people. You have to get out of here before he finds you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.” He grabbed his duffel bag, zipping it feverishly, then bounded towards the front door. “You have to.” He kissed her quickly, before swiping his car keys off the hook and racing out the door.

And just like that…he was gone.

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Every part of her body told her to turn around. As she walked into the airport, her limbs were screaming at her to stop, to chase down the taxi driver that had just dropped her off, and to drive back to her dorm room, away from Harry and every problem that he had caused for her. But, despite all of that, she was worried sick about him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay. And that’s why she kept walking. Through the revolving doors, up the stairs, until she reached the security line right outside the gate Harry told her to wait in front of.

From just the exchange she had heard between Jack and Harry, Y/N had pieced a few things together, though they didn’t make much sense to her. Jack had given Harry a lot of money for something involving a ‘her’ that Y/N had assumed she was. Harry had a lot of guns, but he didn’t use them for a government job like he had told her. Jack had referred to Harry as an assassin, but Y/N didn’t know what that meant, entirely. If Harry was accepting money to murder people, like Jack had said, how many people had he killed? And where did she come in? Was it a coincidence that Jack and Harry knew each other? She felt her heart rate flare up and her head grow hot with anger. She felt like she didn’t know the man she loved, and she needed answers.

Just then, Harry came bounding into view, dressed in all black, duffel bag in tow. He leaned in to kiss her, then pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her perfume, the smell of her hair, everything. Y/N didn’t hug back. She didn’t do anything.

“We don’t have much time.”

“You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Harry rooted through his backpack and pulled out two plane tickets, handing one of them to her. “I bought these an hour after I ran out of my apartment. Our flight leaves in 40 minutes. Grab your things, and-”

She was madder than she had ever been. “Harry, if you don’t stop for two seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, I am going to walk right out of this building and I swear to God I will never talk to you again.”

This was enough to make him stop. He ran his left hand through his hair, bringing it down to rub his face in exasperation. “Fine,” he sighed, speaking gently but hurriedly. “What do you want to know?”

“What are you?”

“I-”

“What. Are. You. You don’t work for the government like you told me. I already have an idea in my head of how you make your living and if you tell me you’re anything different from what I think you are I’m going to need some serious convincing.”

He sighed. He looked at her face, so pained and…disappointed. He hated himself for doing this to her. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was within hearing range. “People call it different things, but I guess you might call me a hit man. People pay me to kill other people off.”

Y/N felt sick. She honestly thought she might throw up. Her heart surged with anger, and it took everything in her not to spit in his face. Her furious eyes searched his, praying that this was all a joke or a dream or anything other than the reality she had found herself swept away in. “I have no idea who you are. I cannot believe I wasted four months of my life on a figment of my imagination. You are not even close to the person you made me think you were.” She reached to pick up her suitcase, but Harry grabbed her arm, fast as lightning.

“I wanted to tell you,” he continued. Y/N tore her arm from Harry’s grip, but she didn’t try to run away again. She decided she was going to get her answers. “I was just scared you’d hate me. That you’d react…well, exactly like this.” He reached a hand up to the back of his neck, the smooth eloquence with which he usually spoke completely gone in Y/N’s presence.

Y/N was crying now. “Well how the fuck else was I supposed to react? What did you expect?” she shouted. “Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed. “You’re going to get us both killed.”

“Oh, well maybe I should keep screaming then,” Y/N said, knowing she was on the brink of a complete meltdown. “Sounds like me being killed would be doing you a huge favor!”

Harry froze. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, Harry. I’m not stupid. My psychotic ex-boyfriend comes barging into your apartment demanding the money he paid to you, a hit man, saying ‘I’m going to end her myself?’ He was talking about me. He hired you to kill me.” Harry was silent. “Just admit it, Harry. Don’t be a coward for once in your life and just say it.”

Harry’s face went slack. His entire body went slack. He felt like he was going to faint. “I…Okay. It’s true.” Y/N whimpered like a sick puppy, and this sound indicative of her heart breaking shook Harry to his core. “But! Y/N, please, let me explain.” She swatted tears away from her face, not saying anything. Harry took this as his cue to go on. He realized that he was running out of time, but he didn’t care. He loved her, and she deserved to know the truth. “The night we met, I had every intention of killing you. But it took about two minutes with you before I realized that I could never, ever bring myself to do it. I knew within two minutes of knowing you that I was going to love you. And I was right, Y/N, because I do love you.”

A quiet sob left Y/N’s lips. She was doing her best not to attract a crowd, but she had never felt so violated in her life. Their entire relationship had been built on a lie. She had fallen in love with a complete and utter stranger. “Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t love anything on this fucking planet.”

“Y/N, that isn’t true! The night we met, I sure as hell wasn’t planning on falling in love. Until I met you, I was a sociopath.”

“You still fucking are,” Y/N sneered, reaching down to pick up her suitcase once more. “God, I cannot believe I actually agreed to meet you here! And I even packed a bag and everything! What is wrong with me? I-”

“Y/N, stop. I promise you that I will give you every single answer you want but only after we’re out of the country. Please. Just pick up your suitcase, and take your ticket, and come with me. I need you.” And he meant it. Jack had for sure found out Harry’s name by now. There was no point to running from the authorities that were surely after him right at that moment if he wasn’t going to be running with Y/N by his side.

“I can’t leave with you! I have a life here, an honest, real, life. How dare you even ask me that!”

Harry was panicking. He needed to be in the security line. “Y/N, please.”

“No.” She wiped a tear from her face, still sick to her stomach. “But you need to go. Jack is psychotic and he has ways of getting what he wants. There are people after you right now, I’m sure of it.”

“Y/N-”

“Go.”

He looked at her, over at the security line, and then back to her. He heaved a heavy sigh, then leaned in to kiss her, more passionately than he ever had in his entire life. Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she kissed him back. She was the first to pull away, putting her hands on either side of his face. She repeated again, “Go.”

And so he did. He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked through the security line. Y/N watched him the whole time, tears spilling out of her eyes. She watched as he got to the security officer checking his boarding pass, but even though she couldn’t hear their exchange, something about the way the two were interacting gave her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, two security officers rushed him from the back, each seizing an arm on either side of his body. Without thinking, Y/N bolted forward, running as fast as she could towards Harry.

“Harry!” she cried out, her eyesight completely obstructed with tears.

“No!” Harry shouted as a third security officer grabbed ahold of Y/N’s arms, pinning them behind her back.

“Do you know this man?” the officer demanded. “His name was put on the no-fly list yesterday.”

“I-” Y/N looked over at Harry, who was vehemently shaking his head to say no, no, no, please do not tell that man you know who I am. It was already bad enough that Harry was going to be carried away for the rest of his life. He would never forgive himself if Y/N got caught up in it too. “No,” Y/N finally said, and the man loosened his grip on her arms. “Never met him.”

“Get out of here, miss,” the guard said. It seemed like everyone in the entire terminal was staring at Y/N and Harry. Y/N took one last look at Harry as he mouthed I love you to her, his face the most clear picture of distress and pain Y/N had ever seen. She turned around, dragged herself over to where her suitcase was, and picked it up in time to see four armed, uniformed police officers round the corner. It took every ounce of her being not to run over and plead with them to be gentle with him, but she knew she had to keep moving. She ducked her head and walked, as fast as she could, away from the terminal to the airport’s exit.

The image of Harry mouthing I love you played on a ceaseless repeat in Y/N’s head. As she walked out of the airport, tears streaming down her cheeks, she swore she could physically feel her heart crush. Because she knew–no, she was sure–that she still loved him. She probably always would.

A/N: Hi friends!! I think this is gonna conclude this mini-series. I absolutely loved writing it and all of your sweet messages asking me to continue of course made me so happy! I wanted to leave it up to your interpretation to decide what happens to Harry at the end. If you liked part 3 or any other part of the series or if you have any feedback whatsoever, feel free to drop a message in my ask letting me know!!<3

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you still taking prompts? what about shindeku with some "i was randomly assigned a college roommate and he's actually super cute" AU 👀?

Also posted on my Ao3, so be sure to show me some love there there too! Enjoy reading and I hope you like this!

“Hitoshi-kun,” His mother’s voice raised to a higher tone from the phone squished against his ear with his raised shoulder. The damn key isn’t working for him, he’s struggling with trying to open it, and around both his shoulders and back are heavy bags. “Be sure to be wary of your surroundings at all times in the subway.”

That is an important tip.

“Yes mom,” The door opened and Shinsou held his phone again with his hand, rolling his eyes at the door and throwing his key on a bright orange chair next to a desk. Shinsou dropped his two hand carry bags, threw off his dark red backpack and wheeled his two huge suitcases into his empty room. His roommate didn’t arrive yet and that made him secretly happy since he could choose which bed and side of the room he wants first. “I will be wary at all times. I’ll even buy some mace.”

Even though his quirk will do just fine, but extra precautions are always great.

“And Hitoshi-kun, please don’t stay out too late or sleep too late or drink too much or something. Make sure to have a good nights sleep everyday.” The worry in his mother grew and he had to calm her down.

“Yes mom, please don’t worry too much. I’ll try to sleep well, not be out too late, and you know I don’t drink anyway…plus there is a strict age limit here and zero tolerance.” Also that the Asian blush is the bane of his existence since one drink for Shinsou Hitoshi and he’s a goddamn tomato three sips in.

“And eat well!” His mother scolded him and he could imagine her finger waving at him all the way back in Japan. “You’re tall and fit, but you still need to eat properly and not just one meal all the time like Katsudon! Oh! Find a good Japanese eatery there for a taste of home!”

“I love you, Mom and I will, but first I have to figure out how to use the subway! I’ll take this step-by-step. Talk to you later okay?” Shinsou tried to sound as cheerful as possible for his mother worrying for him on his phone, but his stomach was feeling funny. He’s nervous…or hungry and tired. It’s all three since he just arrived by taxi from the airport a few minutes ago.

“I love you too. Call me when you can! I miss you already! Be safe! Use a condo-”

“Mom!!!”

“You know I love you! Take it easy and be smart!”

“I will mom! I love you and I’ll visit during the end of this semester!” Shinsou hung up when his mother said her farewells again, dropped his phone on his desk and sighed the loudest sigh he has ever sighed. He was happy that his mother called him as soon as he managed to get a taxi, but he can feel it, he can feel his anxiousness rising.

He just arrived in a new country and he’s already having second thoughts on…everything. His mind is a building whirlwind of shit.

This was a spur of the moment for Shinsou Hitoshi: To go to college out of his home country. He didn’t expect to even get into the college since they didn’t seem too helpful with assisting him with transferring credits, despite being an international friendly University, and he almost missed the cut off point for applications, but in the end it worked out somehow. Dumb luck on his side. Now here he is…in a new country, a new city and in a new college working towards a degree in Psychology; The new country being America, the new city being New York City and the New College being the UA University, top University in Psych, The Arts and The Sciences.

How did he get here again? Shinsou Hitoshi is definitely having a mini-existential crisis right now as he’s laying down staring at the ceiling.

Shinsou is resting on his unmade plastic bed, the bottom of his legs dangling off the tall bed with drawers underneath. He’s staring up at the florescent dorm lights annoyingly flickering in his eyesight, blinding him and he wonders if this was a good choice to decide to study abroad like this. His high school had descent English classes so his English is fine, he’s not worried about that, but he is worried about…people.

And sure people are everywhere on this planet, but he cannot help his worries.

People have always been an issue with him due to his mind controlling quirk, so he has varied reactions from people. Their reactions consist of their nonchalant, insult disguised comments about his quirk being suited to be for a villain, fear for being in his vicinity or frustration with having someone like him exist. Other people do not click with him, but it’s not like he doesn’t want that. He tried before and no one has…as soon as they meet him they ask and…

He’s frowning harder now at the lights on his dorm cieling. So, he closed his eyes and lets out another big sigh to escape from his mouth, alongside all the feelings he has boiling inside him. Calm. He must calm down. He covered bother of his eyes and took another breath and counted to 10. He’ll be fine. He’ll be okay.

He transferred here to get away from people who see him as a villain to be and only that back home, but that is only one reason. He transferred here to meet new people, diverse people, people who…don’t know him from high school days and to excel in the selected field he has chosen.

And he will succeed in his field, he is determined with that. Howver, he also wants…a new beginning for himself. He didn’t like his origin story back home, so he has taken a chance, taken a risky step to create a new one.

It is then the door handle to his dorm room began to wriggle. It started off calmly wriggling and then more violently wriggling. Shinsou sat up on the bed he claimed on the far right corner of the room at the back, next to the window, and held his breath.

Oh no. He completely forgot about the random assigned roommate thing that every freshman is unable to opt out of no matter what. He just shrugged his shoulders at that before, but now he’ll be living with a freaking stranger. Only now did his brain register this, for even though he has people issues and people have issues with him, this was the least of his worries when applying.

The door handle rattled more, but he heard the muffled voice of a boy mutter, “Dang it, really? Of course, I get the room on the highest floor and a broken door.”

Shinsou’s mouth twitched with an aborted smile that disappeared immediately as he stood up quick and crossed the room to open the door for his new roommate. When he reached out to open the door, the door swung open and all he felt was pain.

He might have blacked out for a split second or more. He’s not sure what happened, but someone is gripping his shoulder tight, pinching his nose even tighter and all he can see is white clouds.

And blood. Ah, the door hit him and he has tissues shoved in his face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m soooo sorry!” Shinsou felt the hand that was previously on his shoulder slide to cup his face near his jaw. The boy, his roommate that he didn’t even see yet, continued in a lightning quick jumble of words, breath brushed against his nose from their close proximity, “Oh my god, this is horrible, I’m the worst new roommate ever. Why did I open the door so quick? I-I-I am sooooo sorry, please tilt your head back ohh my god this must hurt so much!”

“…” Shinsou still has his eyes squeezed shut, blinking open occasionally to look at the ceiling obscured through tissues, trying to take this all in and he could not catch the rest of the guy mumbling panicked words. His nose hurts a lot.

There is a hint of an accent in his English and Shinsou recognized it to be Japanese. The world seems like a small one sometimes. What a coincidence.

“K-keep pinching your nose! And keep your head back! A-a-and I-I’ll go a-and find the RA! They might have more tissues! I saw a vending machine on this floor so hold on! Oh God, I’ll be quick!”

Shinsou Hitoshi managed to listen to the frantic voice of this boy, who apparently is his roommate, fuss over him since he slammed a door open on his face. He opened his mouth to say his delayed reaction, to try and calm the other person a little, to say that the door opening is also his fault since he was slow, but the other boy ran off.

Shinsou opened one eye to look, but only a blur of green is what he managed to catch running out the door and all he got out of his mouth to respond was an unhelpful, “Hahh?”

His foot touched an obnoxious looking All Might hero duffle bag when he moved to sit up on the chair he was pushed on. Head still tilted back and nose pinched with tissues, Shinsou swiveled slightly to see a big yellow backpack and a huge suitcase still by the door entrance keeping it propped it open.

“Ohhhh god! Ohhh god! Ohhh god!” The distant sounds of ‘Oh God’ grew louder to Shinsou Hitoshi’s ears and so he put his head down a little to see how his roommate looks.

And ‘oh god’ indeed.

Big emerald eyes wet with tears hovered over him, rushing close to him again, and Shinsou’s own eyes widened at the face so close to his own. Dark green, fluffy looking hair is a wild halo around his new roommates head and short bangs cradle his face. And the other boy has freckles. A sprinkle of freckles is all over his roommate’s cheeks, and his face is so round, soft looking, and Shinsou’s one eye twitched when he felt a hand touch him. A hand touched the back of his head, fingers confidently slipping through his blue hair, brushing against the back of his neck and he felt sweat fall down one side of his face.

The other boy is coaxing him to lean his head back more and so he does with the consequence of feeling his heart beat even harder in his chest. A cold can of some soda calmed a part of his face and he can picture steam flying from his face from the contrasting temperatures meeting each other.

A cute boy is holding him, touching and pressing themselves so close to him and Shinsou doesn’t know how words work. He forgot to breath, but luckily his mouth is wide open like a fish since his nose is KOed and bleeding. He blinked his eyes a few more times to see if the image would disappear and he’ll realize he’s just dreaming.

But no he’s not.

This cute boy is leaning over him, standing close to his body like an angel from all the best fantasies he’s ever had, and the bloody tissues he is holding in his free hand…oddly doesn’t diminish the overall image. The boy is still so cute, even though he managed to slam a door open so hard that it gave him a nosebleed.

Shinsou Hitoshi felt heat rush to his cheeks, the rise in his overall demeanor forced a bit more blood to drip down his face, but he stop it when another tissue was offered to him at just the perfect time. When the other boy asked him with a trembling pout, Shinsou clenched his fist and looked away from the boy’s face to stare down at his neck area instead, “A-Are you okay? I’m really sorry. This is a horrible first impression.”

And staring at his neck was a mistake because, the other boy is leaning over and his white shirt is a deep V-neck, so it’s showing his collarbones and a part of his chest. The cute boy looks pretty fit and…nope focus. Shinsou gulped. “N-No not horrible.”

“Huh?” The cute boy seemed confused now. And when this boy stood up straight from leaning over him, Shinsou noticed that he’s so short and that just adds too his cuteness! Oh god. His new roommate took a step away from him, to give him appropriate room to breathe, proper aquaintance distance, and Shinsou estimated that he looked about 5 feet 5 or 6 inches in height versus his 5 feet 11 inches height. Something like that…Shinsou has to get used to dealing with the different measurements in America from the rest of the world.

“I’m…alright.” Shinsou patted the tissues pressed on his face a few times more and saw that the bleeding is slowing down in his right nostril. “I-I’ve actually seen worse first impressions towards me.”

The boy wiped his tears away on his bright red hoodie sleeve and then looked at him with shock and disbelief, “R-really?! H-how? How can anything be worse than this?”

“Oh there are worse people out there.” Shinsou replied to the other boy who held out more tissues for him, which he politely declined since he seemed okay…

The corner of Shinsou’s lip twitched upward when the boy giggled slightly and then nodded saying, “I agree with you on that. I could have let you fall to the ground and left you to bleed out. I knew some people like that a while back in my childhood.”

“Well, good thing that’s past tense and you don’t know them anymore.” Shinsou smirked when he managed to lighten the mood and make the other boy laugh.

“I agree! Those people don’t need to be in my life anymore. S-So then…” The boy put a hand on the back of his head and rubbed his curly green hair nervously. “W-well, I guess introductions are in order, but first…are you Japanese? I don’t want to assume, but I had to ask since I’m Japanese too. Japanese American.”

Shinsou put down the bloody tissues from his face so that he could get a good look at his new roommate up and down slowly. He didn’t miss the other boy’s face slowly turning red, so he quickly answered him to cover his unintentional rudeness, “Yes I am. First time in America actually, I’m an international student.”

“Oh that’s so cool! I miss Japan. I haven’t been since my last year of middle school! I’ve been in America here in New York, for a while with my mommy and mom since then. Maybe you can meet them someday! Do you want to speak together in Japanese?” The boy’s smile is even cute and Shinsou prayed to the heavens that he won’t mess anything up. Though he won’t be surprised if the other boy is thinking the exact same thing by how he kept biting the bottom of his lip. He seems pretty nervous with him too…a natural response due to what just happened coupled with the fact that they shall be living together for year.

“Let’s continue speaking English.”

“Okay!” He took a mental note to buy himself a pair of sunglasses if this boy’s smiles were always going to be like this 24/7. He has a bad feeling that his roommate might be a morning person too, but that’s alright with him. Not everyone is perfect and if they were then they’d be the most suspicious, untrustworthy person in the world. “I’m fine with that! So…um…I have a personal question to ask you.”

Here it comes, the quirk question. “Sure and then I’ll ask you one too.”

The next question his new roommate he thought would make this conversation spiral downward, completely took him off guard, “So, um…where are you from in Japan?”

He obviously hesitated in his answer, but at least he answered as calmly as possible, “Saitama…prefecture.”

“My moms and I are from Shizuoka Prefecture.” Shinsou’s new roommate smiled a friendly smile at him when he exhaled the breath he was holding and he wondered if his nervousness was even more clear.

“My turn.”

“G-go for it!” The nervousness is still shared though and Shinsou feels a bit better at that.

“I assume you like All Might. Going by your merchandise bag there?” The All Might bag is on the floor and Izuku gasped to retrieve it away from the floor. He dusted his bag off. Shinsou immediately knew he has a fanboy as a roommate. He can live with that. It’s the morning person thing he is dreading to find out about in the future of their roommate daily lives together. Mornings suck and Shinsou’s semi-permanent eye bags agree.

“Yeah! He’s the ultimate best actor ever and his new superhero movie is amazing! He’s so handsome and his muscles are so defined in that outfit don’t you think? T-though Aizawa Shouta as his co-actor is amazing too and has that b-bad boy rugged look to him t-that I l-like a lot too. You like All Might films?”

His new roommate began to stutter again during the whole ‘bad boy’ declaration and he mentally pictured the clothes he is currently wearing: Fitted navy and white stripped shirt, grey salt and pepper hoodie, black skinny jeans ripped at both knees and leather ankle boots with pointed toe and studs. Shinsou felt his cheeks grew pink again and he willed the screaming in his head that he should not jump to conclusions!!! He’s not a bad boy!! HE-HE…okay he may have that image, but he’s far from a bad boy. He shouldn’t be thinking about irrelevant things like this.

Shinsou forced himself to focus, wipe as much dried blood off his face and answered, “I do like those two actors, but sadly I didn’t see his newest superhero movie yet.”

“Maybe we can watch it together! I don’t mind watching it again!” Those green eyes widened in excitement, but then he cleared his throat, took a deep breath and seriously addressed him, “Wait. Um, I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Izuku Midoriya. I’m your new roommate and I’m an Illustration and Design major. It’s nice to meet you!”

Standing up from the chair he sat in so that he could greet the other guy properly, Shinsou threw his used tissues in the finished empty McDonalds paper bag he ate this morning and bowed. “Shinsou Hitoshi, Psychology major. And it is very nice to meet you too.”

“Nice to meet you too Hitoshi!” Shinsou’s face lit up like a traffic light again, his face is burning. He snapped his head up to look at this Midoriya Izuku with wide eyes.

“O-Oh I’m sorry! I mean, Shinsou-san? I’m sorry for just jumping ahead again a-a-and-” Midoriya Izuku’s face is red too and both of his hands gripped his hair as he apologized to him again, bowing quickly three times, “I’m so sorry! Again! Ahhh-”

“No no, please, it’s okay…” Shinsou’s eyes darted away from the short boy to look at the bare white walls of their dorm room. His roommate stopped bowing at him and froze low, head down practically 90 degrees at his waist. To break this awkward moment, Shinsou hesitantly said, “I-Izuku. I just…I’m just all-”

This Midoriya…well Izuku Midoriya, shot up straight with arms still stiff at his sides and stared at him with a determined expression on his face with his eyebrows furrowed and soft looking lips turned down into a firm pout.

Two hands then grabbed Shinsou Hitoshi’s hand, his hand not stained with dried blood, and that made him look back down at the boy that moved closer to him again. He’s on his tiptoes and Shinsou is screaming inside his head, pure blood curdling scream, and the other boy’s mannerisms are as cute as a kittens. He might die. He might actually die today and he just arrived in this damn country!

“It’s okay, don’t force yourself okay?” Izuku grinned up at him, his eyes closing from how happy an expression he has gracing his face. Shinsou wants to kiss freckled cheeks, so heavens do strike him down immediately. Shinsou internally said a prayer when the boy opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly, a smile still on his face and said, “You can call me whatever you want and I’ll call you the name you want to be addressed, it’s no problem. A-a-and since I hurt you before I even introduced myself, maybe I can treat you to an early dinner? There is this nice Japanese eatery and grocery called Sunrise Mart. It’s in Midtown and I go there all the time. They have good katsudon and ramen.”

Shinsou squeezed one of the hands that cradled his own and smiled at Midoriya, a calmness overflowing his mind and body by this warm welcome from this cute boy. He could get used to this. Tucking the soda Izuku Midoriya gave him to cool his previously bleeding nose, Shinsou welcomed the kind gesture given to him, “I’d like that.”

“That’s great!” Izuku then turned around and clumsily hauled his bags into the room and made sure he had his keys, school ID, phone and wallet, so Shinsou also did the same. In the back pocket of his black jeans, Shinsou double-checked that he had his ID there, keys and wallet too. He picked up his phone and shoved it in his hoodie pocket. Very important and would be so bad if they both forgot it on their first day in the dorms. “Let’s head out! B-But first…”

“Hmm?” Izuku pointed at his face and Shinsou raised his eyebrow at him confused at what he was insinuating, pausing while putting on his black jean jacket.

“L-let’s make sure your face doesn’t look like a crime scene or people will think I’m a bully on the first day.” Izuku chuckled, zipping up his red hoodie half way and then stuffing his hands in his light blue skinny jean pockets.

“You…” Shinsou looked Izuku up and down again, shrugging his jean jacket on, and held his hand an inch above the curly green hair that he really wanted to touch, but couldn’t. Not now. Maybe…later. He smirked when Midoriya Izuku’s face puffed up like an angry puffer fish, his face pouting up at him when he smacked his hand away. “You? Bully me?”

“You know size means nothing and I’m not that short!” Izuku turned his nose up at him, while locking their dorm door. But a smile is on his face for he accepted the teasing and Shinsou smiled as well, chucking under his breath at the other boy. “Okay, I deserve the teasing. I did slam the door on your face. I’m so sorry. I really am!”

“I know you are since you’re paying…” Shinsou and his new roommate, Izuku Midoriya, walked together to the common bathroom on their floor, so that he could wash his face.

“I am!” Izuku leaned against the bathroom entrance watching him wash his face, waiting for him. His voice echoed in the huge bathroom, “And it will be an ‘I’m sorry early dinner’! And-And I-I’ll buy you ice cream too! Next door is another Japanese place called Café Zaiya that has this popular Matcha and sesame ice cream!”

Drying his hands on a paper towel, Shinsou smirked at the boy treating him to dinner, “Lead the way then short boy.”

“I’m not short!” Izuku crossed his arms over his chest and stood up straighter, an attempt to seem taller in Shinsou’s opinion. “Did you know that men have two growth spurts in their lives? I still have time!”

“You do.” Shinsou held his hand out for the other boy to enter the elevator first and said with no emotion to his voice, revealing nothing, “Cute people first.”

“Don’t mind if I do!” Midoriya happily grinned at him and walked into the elevator, Shinsou following after. They both clicked the first floor button and shot away from each other when their fingers touched. “W-well, er, lets have you get a metrocard for your first venture out into the wonderful streets of New York, Hito…Shin…w-what would you like for me to call you?”

“…Hitoshi is fine.” Shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from the sweet looking smile directed at him again. “You can call me Hitoshi, Izuku.”

“O-o-okay, then H-H-Hitoshi.” Hitoshi felt something bubble in his stomach…he was probably hungry, but no, he knows he’s feeling things. Things he does not want to think about at the moment, but he can’t help it since people like Izuku Midoriya always make him like this. But…

They arrived at the first floor and Izuku stepped in front of him before the doors opened, preventing him from getting out first. When the elevator doors opened, Izuku stepped to the side and copied him, holding his hands out more dramatically than how he did it and bowing slightly, “Cute people first.”

Shinsou Hitoshi thinks he will be okay here…with this Midoriya Izuku as his roommate. He lightly knocked his arm against the other boy’s outstretched arm and the giggles that followed, walking next to him out of the building to the streets made Shinsou smile again. Yeah, he’ll be okay with Izuku here with him. He’ll be okay.

Thank you for reading! -Unoutan

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Gold Pt. 1

This was the beginning, where it all went wrong. When you asked yourself, Why did you do the things you did? There wasn’t a good reason. And you knew it. You knew it like a mother knows her child’s cries. Your reason? ‘Love’.

Rating: T/M

Warnings: planes, oral (fem receiving), death, horror, kidnapping, panic attack

Word Count: 3k

Note : Dailoge in bold (for this part) is Korean

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Part Two Posted!

Thursday, December 22

You rolled off the edge of your bed, hissing as your cheek connected with the cool marble floor. The sleek black marble bureau was your support as you picked yourself up off the floor. Looking into your silver framed mirror you messed with your hair; pulling and parting it this way and that. You wiggled into your high waisted jeans and yanked an old flannel over your head. You looked down at your clothes and gave little tugs in areas to be comfier.

This was good, you weren’t doing anything fancy today. Hopefully.

And you. Need. Fluff. You breathe it.

But of course, your battery percentage had to crush your tiny fangirl sole. You had forgotten to plug it in overnight... again. “What’s done is done,” you sighed and grabbed your computer and its charger instead. The stairs’ rich maple finish looked like dark chocolate and the mocha carpet was like caramel. The rails twisted together like licorice. You hummed quietly as a stronger gust of wind caused the cotton candy blue shades to rattle slightly. The light oozed through the windows surrounding the eight ft. tall door. You made a small squeak as an especially creaky step right at the bottom caught you off guard. Your noise snapped you out of your trance and now everything felt like too much. The tile was bitterly cold and felt like icicles under your feet. As you walked into the living room you reached for the curtains since the morning light was now blinding.

A short grunt stopped you and you turned to see your father on the twin white velvet couches. The island, which was stocked with cereals and canned goods, had been hiding him from view. He had his eyes closed and his face forced into a scowl facing the ceiling. You immediately noticed the phone next to his ear and the way he seemed to grow more tense with each passing minute. You two had the same habits. You both ground your teeth when you were aggravated. When nervous, you would scratch your nose. When you lied, you pinched your clothes; him at his pants and you at your shoulders. Your grew to understand people in ways no one else could when you were all they could rely on.

So when you can’t read him, like right now, your heart twisted in your chest and you just knew something was wrong. You crawl onto the couch next to your father. Knowing better than to interrupt him you decided to listen quietly. Listen, not eavesdrop, there’s a difference.

Your dad’s mask was started to fade and it was clearer what he was feeling. His eyes were shut so tightly you were afraid he wouldn’t be able to open them again. ‘She...Hometown...South Korea...Needs to come…’ was all you could really hear on the other side. Your dad asked, ‘Why her? Couldn’t I go? Or one of her cousins?’ You could almost hear the other side shake their head, ‘No, they requested her...can’t refuse...end like...mother…’ Who was ‘they? Clearly, your dad knew because he said, ‘But she still has her studies. They have no right to order us. They took so much already.’ The other person sighed, ‘I know, believe me I know. But we can’t refuse them, you know that.’

Then, as suddenly as a tsunami would return to sea, the phone call ended. Dad hadn’t even said goodbye before he hung up. He threw his phone on the circular glass coffee table at his feet. He looked over at your confused expression and chuckled, “Did you fall off the bed again?” He was trying to not mention that discussion.

“You shouldn’t be so amused by that, Dad. Whose bright idea was it to put the marble in a bedroom anyway?“ He raised his hand apologetically and mumbled something about how he never expected the guest room to be lived in. You were so eager to find out what was going on that you felt like you would burst.

“Who’s going to South Korea?” you began since that’s the information you had heard clearest.

“You are, your grandmother is,” he licked his lips nervously, buying time, “sick.”

That’s not what you heard.

“Ok, but why do I have to go?” You rubbed your temple while rolling off the couch and into the open kitchen. You grabbed your favorite mug from the cabinet. The mug was massive, both tall and wide and said ‘The world is ending but don’t worry, you were a great friend and a better shield.’ He took a long gulp from his coffee like he was wondering if he should tell you the real reason, “She personally requested you.”

Why was he lying? He’s a terrible liar and shouldn’t even be trying.

He watched in amazement as you almost spilled the coffee all over you. You muttered a slow ‘shit’ while wiping it off the oriental rug. After about three minutes of patting it and wiping you threw the towel on the sink in defeat, there was no way you could get the stain completely out.

You knew there wasn’t any way you could get out of this, “I’ll go pack.” He gave you a salute with a cocky smirk that made you want to sit on the couch and not move until someone made you. But you didn’t. He was stressed enough as it is.

You could almost hear your mother saying, ‘That’s life, Y/N.’ You smiled lightly. Her words could be so harsh but were normally true. A hand clenched your heart, it was comforting and suffocating at the same time. Bittersweet in its definition. You missed her so much. You missed your fights or when you would fangirl together. But no one was right. No one could replace her. It was cheesy, but she always loved cheese. Especially Swiss.

You heaved the bag downstairs and waited for your dad to finish his errands. You had to pry the new door open due to its lack of use. If there was one thing you wouldn’t miss about here is all the dust. This house was like a pair of mismatched socks. New, old. Dirty, clean. Gross, pretty. But it would always be your ‘candy house’, sweet as home memories.

Sunday, December 27

The car ride was dreadful. Absolutely, positively, dreadful. You and your dad had tried making small talk since you wouldn’t see each other for a while, but it wound up being awkward and forced.

“Dad, just stop. Please,” you chuckled, but it was tight. He scrunched his nose up and real laughter bubbled up your throat. If this was a movie it would’ve been a perfect, rehearsed laugh. But who needed that when your laugh was the most natural and beautiful one to the people that knew you?

“Sorry, it’s just,” His voice trailed off at the end.

Your throat felt dry and your eyes were watery. Dust. Just dust, right? Your hand found your dad’s and you gave it a small but tight squeeze, “I know, I wanted to spend more time with you too.” He took your hand and kissed it lightly before he stepped out of his car door and onto the asphalt. You finished your bottle of water before collecting your stuff and stepping out too.

He swiped his eyes and nose quickly but you still saw the tears. “It feels like when I first dropped you off at college all over again,” he sniffed.

You pulled him into a tight hug but let go before you both got right back in that car and went home. “I’ll see you in a couple months, Dad,” You pat his shoulder reassuringly, for both of you, “I have to go now, love you.” You two weren’t one to say ‘I love you’, but you had this feeling in your gut like it might be the last time.

You rolled your two small suitcases into the airport and waited in line before you could look back. Thankfully, you had picked Sunday for your departure day so there weren’t too many people. You stared at the clock and tapped your foot to Fake Love. You thought about how stressful this trip was going to be. You would have to find a new college, take care of your grandmother, brush up on your Korean, get used to Korean culture in general, find at least two jobs, and god only knows how many house projects… You left out a long heavy breath, thinking about the negatives only made you depressed so you stopped yourself.

The man weighing the bags cleared his throat and you realized that it was your turn. You placed each suitcase on the weigher and started humming Fake Love. The man raised his brow at you and it was then that you realized he had been staring at you. Your eyes connected and it was like a light flickered on, but couldn’t stay on, in your head. He felt so- familiar. The long face, thin and pointy eyes that were always observing, the sharp nose and jawline, and even though his legs were hidden behind the counter you knew they were long and muscular. Where had you seen him before? “Ma’am? Your bags are all good, excellent packing by the way,” and it was his voice that made it almost click.

“I’m sorry, but have I met you before?” you couldn’t stop yourself and maybe it was his lips, but they looked so honest and friendly. His eyes darkened slightly, “I don’t believe so,” his face than twisted into a panty-dropping smile, “I would remember you.”

You tried not to blush, you were a grown ass woman for God’s sakes, “my mistake then.”

He looked genuinely confused but there was an amused glint hiding in his eyes, “I’m sorry?”

“Didn’t you weigh my bags?” You were beginning to become frustrated, were you just bad with faces? He shook his head and said that he was just another passenger. He pulled out a worn out journal and began to write in Korean. Your Korean was still rusty but from what you could make out they were lyrics. Lyrics, the word repeated in your head like a clue.

“Hoseok,” you didn’t know why, but that name filled your head. His head snapped up and looked at you. His eyes were dark and filled with longing, he looked like a predator eyeing his prey. You knew him, but from where? You figured it would come to you later, like the name did. All you could do right now was sleep; so you wrapped the airport’s blanket around you and gazed out the window. It was nighttime already. You changed your playlist and turned the music to a comfortable volume before rubbing your head against the seat and drifting, drifting, drifting to sleep.

“Open your legs, baby. Let me see you.” You whimpered and spread your legs as wide as you could. He pressed his lips up your thigh until he kissed your clit and licked it. You let out a strangled moan as you felt his warm breath contrast with the cold hands gripping your hips.

“Shhh, baby. We can’t get caught.” His chuckle sent vibrations through your body. You felt another swipe of a tongue and looked down. You groaned at the sight of it; familiar onyx eyes buried deep between you, a skilled pink tongue blending in with the inside of you, slightly matted hair from you rubbing your fingers through it. Your surroundings became clearer as he gently pushed your chest against the wall and placed your knees over his shoulders.

He held two fingers up, ”May I?” you nodded and he slipped them into your mouth. They were rough and long, thick and warm and you could only imagine what they would feel like deep inside you. “Bite.” You gladly did. The cramped walls of the airplane bathroom heightened your pleasure and you could your relief climbing. “You’re close?” It wasn’t really a question, he knew what he was doing. You bit his fingers harshly as a response and for a split second you thought you made them bleed.

“I need to hear you say it, baby,” He hummed into you. That was it, you crashed, “Fuck- yes!” Your legs shook with the aftermath as he stood up. You smiled at the sight of your juices on his chin. You licked a column up his neck and into his mouth, him moaning as you scraped your tongue along his teeth. “You need to wake up,” He said.

“What?” was all you managed in your lust filled daze. He suddenly grabbed your shoulder and started shaking you.

“Wake up, Y/N!” your eyes snapped open at your name. Your face matched what a deer looked like when caught in headlights as you looked around. The man from before was sitting next to you still and you blushed profusely at what you had just dreamed about. “There’s turbulence! You need to buckle up.”

As you were fastening your belt your realized something, “I never told you my name.”

He looked confused but something in his eyes and the slight smirk in his lips told you he knew exactly what you were talking about, “I never said your name.”

Maybe you had imagined it, you told yourself, but something about it didn’t feel right. You sat back in your seat and closed your eyes again but didn’t sleep.

18:00 (6 PM) Seoul

You looked at the seemingly endless line of passengers and tried not to scream. You didn’t want to sleep again and risk another... dream, so you spent the rest of the flight reading. One of your favorite authors had released a new book and you were determined to finish it. Don’t get yourself wrong, you love reading stories online but it’s just something about holding the book and having it right there with you.

The person behind you shoved you forward and you crashed into his back. He turned around and held both your biceps, angeling you so you were facing him. His voice was so relaxed you would think you had known each other since birth. Wait, what had he said? Right, he asked if you were ok. You gave him a small smile but, for some reason, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

It was like something in you was saying that just like a black hole, you would be drawn to him even if it was dangerous and you couldn’t leave once you were near him. But did you want to leave?

///

Somehow, you managed to get out the airport in only thirty minutes. You thought you would be relieved once you were in the taxi and going to your grandmother’s but you felt like you had left a bit of you with that man. Whatever, you’d never see him again. What you had to focus on was taking care of your grandmother, whether she was sick or not.

You hadn’t been to Korea since your dad took you and fled the country when you twelve, but you still knew how to get to your grandmother’s. “Excuse me sir, this isn’t the right way,” You cringed at how rusty your korean sounded. When you didn’t get a response you leaned from the back seat into the front and was about to tell him this again-

You covered your mouth and gasped. His mouth was foaming and his pupils were white but the veins in them made it look like blood-splattered snow. He had not looked like that when you got in the car. His head turned to you and it was like a puppeteer was twisting his head with string. He smiled at you and it looked like his jaw was split in half because his grin literally went from ear to ear.

You pulled at the door handle frantically, “Let me out! Please! Now!” It felt like there were cicadas buzzing in your ears and a hand was closing your throat even though it felt like it was expanding like a balloon. The highway lights blurred away as he pulled onto a sideroad and into a secluded forest. Your vision faded away more and more as you cried, ”Please. Please. please, sir. Please.” If felt like your body was frozen on the outside and being burned from the inside.

He breathed onto your face and it all a stopped. All the pain just stopped. It stopped because nothing existed anymore.

“Sorry to put you through this, princess,” his voice came from the driver before the head twisted in ways no human’s should and rolled to the car floor. You couldn’t even scream, someone else was in your body. You didn’t exist anymore. You pulled the door open and walked down a driveway that hadn’t been there before.

Where are we going? You asked yourself.

Home. eight voices, including your own, responded.

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