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haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles · 4 years

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Right Next Door (Oikawa Tooru x F!reader)

You somehow end up roommates with Oikawa, sharing a bathroom, and let the unavoidable question of whether or not you’re soulmates hang in the air for far too long.

genre: fluff, slight angst (unintentional), college, roommate, soulmate!au words: 3k+

Nearly dropping the box you’re holding, you stare at the annoyingly perfect boy standing across the doorway from you. He’s beaming and introducing himself to your parents who are looking just as confused as you are. Spotting you behind them, his smile only brightens, striding forward to greet you. “Hey roomie!”

It’s an effort to keep your jaw from dropping to the floor. “Room…roommate?” You blink, unable to tell if he’s joking or not. Shouldn’t you have a—you don’t know—a girl roommate?

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly he says, “Yeah…looks like they had an uneven number and we got stuck together. Shouldn’t be a problem though right? We just share a bathroom.”

You swallow nervously. While he’s right, both of you have your own single rooms and share the bathroom, you don’t think your parents are going to be too keen on the idea of a boy being in such close living quarters with you. Particularly when said boy looks like a male model.

“Oikawa Tooru.” He sticks his hand out, then realizes you’re preoccupied with the box you’re holding. “Ah, sorry, let me help you! I’m all moved in already.” You’re still too much in shock to protest when he takes the box from your hands and asks you for your name.

Walking back out to the car to grab more of your things, your mother murmurs, “I’m not sure about this…”

Not wanting to go through the hassle of moving, finding a new roommate, and probably being unable to look Oikawa in the eye for the remainder of your college career, you assure her, “It’s really just a bathroom. Nothing to worry about.” She looks unconvinced, but lets it go.

Little do you know that sharing a bathroom is more difficult that you anticipate. Especially on the first day of classes when you both have an 8am and need to be in the bathroom at the same time. Or when you find out that the two of you both like to shower in the morning and open your respective doors at the same time to take one.

You got quite the view of his perfectly sculpted chest that morning and have switched to afternoon showers just to avoid him.

The most annoying aspect about being his roommate is the unspoken question in the room. Whether or not the two of you are soulmates. It would be easy enough to figure it out. Let him stub his toe and see if you feel it too. But there’s never a good way to bring the subject up. Not when you only see him for brief moments and most of those moments, he’s been half clothed. Not really the time to blurt out wanting to find out if the two of you are connected by the universe.

Though, you can’t help that when you do see him, your attention drifts to his knee. Throughout elementary school, you didn’t notice much pain besides the occasional rug burn or cut. But as middle school rolled around, the pain in your knee began to grow. It was constant and nagged you with each step, to the point where you couldn’t tell if it was your pain or theirs.

And as high school hit, the pain only increased. Enough that you consulted a doctor about it and discovered it wasn’t your pain at all. Your knee is perfectly fine, and whatever your soulmate is doing is completely wrecking their knee. While you feel the pain of it, you won’t bear any of the consequences like they will if they keep going the way they do.

Whoever they are, you’re reminded daily of them through your shared pain. And whenever you find them, you’re going to slap them upside the head and demand just what exactly they’re doing that’s destroying their knee as the years have passed.

But Oikawa’s knee seems fine. At least to your knowledge. So, you never bring it up. No point in making this situation any more awkward than it already is.

Nearing the end of the semester, doing the study guide for your physics exam, you’re stumped on the same question for 20 minutes and no amount of googling has gotten you any closer to the answer. Groaning angrily, you lean back in your chair and tangle your fingers into your hair. You don’t understand half the problems you’ve completed already, but even after skipping this one and returning to it; and spending more time on google than on the actual problem you’ve hit a dead end. And it doesn’t help that your knee is acting up, whatever your soulmate is doing right now is not what you need at the moment.

Glancing warily at the bathroom door, you mull over the idea of asking Oikawa to help you. You know he’s home, you heard him return about an hour ago and haven’t heard his door open since. And you know enough about him that he’s pretty damn good at schoolwork on top of being ridiculously good-looking. Truly—it isn’t fair.

You go back and forth on it for a bit longer before the prospect of extra credit outweighs any anxiety you have approaching him of your own accord. Your chair groans as you push out from your desk and pad quietly to the bathroom. It takes you a few minutes to garner the courage to knock on his door to the bathroom opposite from yours.

There’s no answer. Not even a sound of acknowledgement. You pause a moment before leaning it to listen through the door. It’s quiet.

That’s odd. You were so sure he was home.

You knock again, this time accompanying it with, “Anyone home?”

Again, you’re met with silence. You frown. Either he’s ignoring you spectacularly or he’s not home—you decide to go with the latter. Knocking again you say loudly, “I’m coming in!”

When you open the door, Oikawa jerks from the stretch he was in the middle of and falls into a heap on the floor. He’s wearing nothing but impressively short shorts, sweat glistening on his golden skin, and your immediate reaction is to close your eyes, turn tail, and get the fuck out of there. However, your body moves a lot quicker than your brain and you end up closing your eyes, turning, and smacking straight into the doorframe.

You hear him laugh as you join him on the floor burying your forehead in your hands. “Am I that terrible to look at?”

Despite that your eyes are still screwed shut, that image of him will be burned into your memory forever. Just like you can’t forget the sight of him ready to shower, his towel draped low around his waist, chest on display for you to ogle at. A sight you’re sure half the girls on campus would kill for.

“What? No—I mean—,” you splutter, reaching for any object to help you up and get out of his room.

Your arm is grasped by a warm and sturdy one that lifts you to your feet, and Oikawa teases, “Oh, so you’re saying I’m nice to look at?”

“That’s not—ugh, just put some damn clothes on, will you?”

He laughs again but his hand leaves your arm and you hear some rustling before he says, “Alright you’re safe now.” Peeking one eye open, you’re relieved to see that he has indeed clothed himself but is now sitting quite smugly on his bed looking at you. He knows he flusters you and it makes heat crawl up your neck. “So, what did you need that warranted barging into my room like that?”

You cross your arms. “I knocked! Three times!”

He grimaces, then nods to his desk where his phone connected to some headphones have been discarded. “Couldn’t hear you, sorry.”

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have come in without permission anyways. You’re clearly busy and what I needed wasn’t that important.”

He cocks his head. “I’m pretty much done! What did you need?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you realize the hardest part is swallowing your pride and asking him outright for help. “I’m stuck on a stupid physics problem.” You frown at the smile that lights up his features, knowing he’s going to lay on the teasing real thick.

“And you need my help?” He grins, theatrically clutching his chest. “The great brain of Oikawa Tooru?” You roll your eyes as he continues, “The physics master? I will humbly provide my knowledge—”

“Are you going to help me or not?” You say, already retreating to the safety of your own room. Oikawa shuts up and scrambles to follow you, dragging his own desk chair through the bathroom and into your room.

He plops down on it backwards and rests his chin on the backrest, peering at your desk. “Which problem is it?” Taking a seat next to him, you slide your textbook to him and point out the source of your stress. Watching him carefully, you realize it’s fascinating to watch him shift to this completely foreign expression he has while reading the question. Up until this point, you haven’t seen anything besides his playful teasing demeanor—not this serious, thoughtful one he’s currently sporting.

After a minute, he reaches across the desk to grab your pencil and notebook and starts explaining the problem to you. Subconsciously, you scoot closer to him to get a better view of the paper as it feels like the physics knowledge gates are finally opening to you. The way he explains it is clear and concise and makes way more sense than your textbook ever did.

When he’s finished, you turn the page and point out another problem. “I may have googled this one,” you admit, pressing your lips into a firm line, unable to look at him.

He just smirks, peering at you from the corner of his eye. “How many have you googled?”

Slumping in your chair, you cover your face with your hands. God—it’s embarrassing admitting to him how dumb you feel in this class when it seems so obviously easy to him. “A lot.”

He doesn’t tease you though. All he says is, “You’ve been living next to me all this time!”

Finally realizing just how royally fucked you are for this class, you bow your head and mutter, “Please help me.” He makes a small surprised choking noise that you immediately shove him for. “Stuff it.”

“I was right though.”

“About what?”

He gives you a mischievous grin. “You do need the physics master.”

That gets him shoved off his chair completely.

Oikawa tutors you for the next couple of days whenever he has the time between his own classes, studying, and volleyball practice. Most of the time that means he’s tutoring you over lunch and dinner, and sometimes late into the evening. You learn a lot more about him in a week than you have the entire semester. He loves volleyball and plays for the university, is probably one of the smartest people you know, and your newest discovery—is alarmingly obsessed with milk bread.

Enough that he deems it proper payment when you pass your physics exam, demanding that if he’s to continue tutoring you that you keep the supply of milk bread coming. You don’t tell him, but you purposefully bought the most expensive kind you could find to thank him. And if he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he tears through the packaging like a little kid and shoves an enormous piece into his mouth.

In the midst of chewing he says, “I have a game tonight, but afterwards we’re going to karaoke if you want to come and celebrate passing!” He watches you hesitate, knowing you would. You’ve slowly been opening yourself up to him, and while he’s persistent—so are you. “It’s just a few people, it’ll be fun! And I’ll be there~”

That earns him an eye roll. “All the more reason not to go.”

“Mean!” He says, giving you his signature pout. One that he’s learned you’re not impervious to. “How about you don’t have to buy me any more milk bread if you come? Hmm? Enticing, isn’t it?”

“You really want to cut off your milk bread supply?”

He frowns. “Well—no, but I want you to come.” He stares at you so earnestly that you can feel color rising to your cheeks.

In order to relieve yourself from his attention you concede. “Fine. I’ll come.”

“Yay!” He wraps you up into a hug, gathers his volleyball bag and stuffs the remaining milk break into his mouth. “I’ll text you!” He shouts through a mouthful of milk bread as he hurries out the door.

Sighing, you sink onto your bed and try to distract yourself with a TV show. Yet your thoughts keep drifting to Oikawa and his volleyball match. After being his roommate all semester, you’ve never seen him play. And he must be good if he actually plays for the university and doesn’t just sit on the bench. Glancing at your watch, your curiosity gets the better of you.

You buy your ticket at the door and once you find a seat in the stands you immediately begin searching for a familiar head of perfect brown hair. Spotting him down on the court setting for his teammates, you realize that he didn’t invite you to watch his game. What if he doesn’t want you here? You shrink into your seat further, hoping he doesn’t scan the crowd and notice you. Luckily, he’s far too occupied with warming up and when the team approaches the stands to extend their thanks his attention is taken by his slew of fangirls who are waving at him from the front row.

When the team bows before returning to the court, you sit straighter in your chair and lean forward to get a better glimpse at him. He’s wearing knee pads like the other players, but what caught your attention are that his are different colors. One black, the other white. If you were to guess, it looks like some kind of knee brace to you.

But that’s…that’s a coincidence isn’t it? It has to be. No matter if it’s the same knee as yours.

Throughout the game, you can’t help but be highly aware of the pain panging through your knee. You try and chalk it up to your imagination, but the pain seems to be aligning with Oikawa’s movements. Yet he shows no sign that it’s bothering him at all. It must be your imagination. You can’t fathom that if he’s feeling the same pain you are that he’d be able to hide it so well.

You can’t stop thinking about it. What if it is him? What will you do then? And by the time the game ends, you’re drowning in your own thoughts, barely noticing that the team is lining up to bow to the crowd again. This time doing a poorer job of hiding and he notices you. First, he looks shocked, then a smile lights up his features and he fucking winks at you which makes all the girls in the front row swoon thinking it was for them.

Did he bait you into coming here? You frown, returning his gesture by sticking your tongue out at him.

You purposefully avoid him after the game, though end up stumbling upon him placating his fan club just outside the gym. He sees you, but for your sake, he doesn’t acknowledge you; saving you from the wrath of the Oikawa fan club. You hide around the corner, knowing you’re going to have to face him eventually and come through on your agreement to go to karaoke night.

He finds you a few minutes later, already grinning devilishly and wiggling his eyebrows. “Trying to sneak out?”

“Maybe.”

“Too late!” He links his arm through yours and drags you out from your hiding place. “Well? Did you like it? Volleyball, I mean.”

You try very hard not to fixate on his proximity, not wanting to give anything away. If you’ve learned anything about Oikawa at all since you started spending more time with him is that he is far more observant than he looks. And he certainly showed that down on the court today. “It was fun to watch. And you’re really good.”

He beams, though this time it feels half-assed. “You think so?”

“Yeah. I have a question though.”

“Shoot!”

“Why are your knee pads different colors?”

Oikawa almost stops in his tracks. Why of all things is that the thing you noticed? But he composes himself and says smoothly, “I couldn’t find my other black one. Coach nearly ripped me a new one.” You don’t believe him. To his relief, he catches sight of his teammates and picks up his pace dragging you behind him. “It’s karaoke time!”

He introduces you to his teammates, and they’re all extremely nice and welcoming. It helps that they’ve invited people of their own too, so you don’t feel like you’re intruding on anything. Oikawa grills you about the game while people take turns on the karaoke machine. It’s fun talking to him about it, as he clearly loves the sport, and you don’t mind indulging him.

Though what you won’t indulge him in is getting up on the stage and singing. You’re enjoying watching others do it, particularly Oikawa belt his heart out and make a complete fool of himself. Even though every time he gets up there, he does his very best to coax you to join him. He even goes so far as to dance off the stage and come over to where you’re sitting, giving you his signature pout that he thinks you can’t resist.

On about his third go, he’s eyeing you up and you just know he’s planning something ridiculous. His final and most outrageous scheme to get you up on stage yet—you’re sure of it. To thwart him, you get up to refill your glass of water; to which he panics and leaps off the stage dramatically to stop you.

When his feet hit the floor, he isn’t expecting his bad knee to buckle beneath him, making him feel like the air has just been knocked out of him as he stumbles to the floor. He’s at least used to hiding his pain, so he’s able to swallow the shout that almost escapes him.

Though a few steps away, his head jerks up at the sound of your voice barking out in pain. Without warning, blazing pain laces up your thigh and you crumple to the floor. The room has gone utterly silent, only the sound of the music playing fills the air, and Oikawa feels like his heart is about to bust out of his chest.

He isn’t prepared for you to whip around, still on your hands and knees, and hiss, “You liar!” He pales under the weight of your stare. You struggle to your feet and storm out of the building, doing your best not to limp, and he thinks he’d very much like to dissolve into the floor now. His teammates are staring at him in disbelief and one of them says, “Guess we should tell your fan club to cancel their weekly soulmate meetings.”

“You guys are awful,” he sighs and grips the nearest table to hoist himself to his feet. He tests his weight on his knee and finds that it isn’t as bad as it could have been, just landed wrong. Despite teasing him, his team shoos him out the door to find you.

This definitely wasn’t not what he was expecting when he found his soulmate.

No surprise that he finds you in your room, and when he walks in you just huff and pull your knees closer to your chest. “So, you’re the damn idiot destroying his knee.” Leaning on the doorframe, he’s aware that he should keep his distance for now. “Why did you lie?”

“It’s a touchy subject.”

You groan, flopping back onto your bed, knowing it’s best to not press the issue. Not until he’s ready to explain it to you. “Oikawa Tooru,” you muse. “My soulmate.”

He steps a little farther into the room and peers down at you on your bed. “How come you gotta say it like that? I’d say you’re the luckiest girl in the world,” he teases.

“Oh god.”

“Now you’re just making me sad,” he pouts, going so far as to sit on your bed with you.

Lifting your head up to look at him, the tightness in his chest loosens at the small smile on your lips. “Your fan club’s going to kill me.”

He just stares at you for a moment before bursting out into full blown laughter. You’re taken aback, never having heard Oikawa laugh so unabashedly before, but find that your own smile grows on your face. “I’ll handle them,” he says, then opens his arms up to you. “Now can we have a real ‘soulmate’ moment please?”

You can’t help but throw yourself into his arms and melt into his embrace. He wraps his arms around you and pets your head softly, kissing the top of it, letting himself enjoy this moment. He’s…glad it’s you. He enjoys being around you, able to be himself and not put on the façade he’s perfected for his fan club. “I’ll tell you about the knee sometime, I promise,” he says into your hair.

He feels you chuckle and against his chest reply, “You better, seeing as I have to deal with it too.” You squeeze him gently and comfortingly. “But for now, let’s focus on me not getting murdered in my sleep by a gaggle of fan girls, okay?”

He lets his laugh come out unrestrained again, a beautiful sound you hope to never stop hearing, and holds you even tighter against his chest, like if he lets go, you’ll slip right through his fingers. Good thing you live right next door.

The way Oikawa breaks it to his fan club is by no means gentle. He’s watched you be nervous about it for the past couple days, always peering around corners, and being generally on edge when you’re out in public with him. So, when he does spot them across campus, he pulls you into his arms and although you whisper angrily, “What are you doing? They’re right there!” He presses his lips to yours and kisses you for all the world to see.

And while you normally love how unfairly good kisser he is, you also really hate it because it makes all your thoughts disappear. You like to tease him it’s his secret talent, which he takes far too much pride in. He’s notorious for striding into your room and making you forget all about whatever homework you were doing.

But do you really mind?

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sugiwa · 3 years

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Out of curiosity, will you be including the special episodes and OVAs? I just remembered them while rewatching my favorite episodes. I think they added the bank robbery EP to funimation recently??? don’t know how I missed it the first time around since it’s smack dab in the middle of the provisional license exam arc??? anywho it’s the one that introduces the first movie (obviously already passed) but the OVA (or one of them at least) is the practice exercise in the underground mall for the license exam after they update their gear. Apparently there’s another that has to do with another school and a zombie quirk or something but I don’t know where to find it other than a few pieces on YouTube🥲 but getting back on track, the OVA, especially part 2, has me really curious as to how Izumi would handle the situation, I just can’t remember if someone already asked a similar question and what your answer was.

Thank you and remember to take care of yourself! Fall semester is starting soon😔 best of luck and I hope you do well if your taking a fall semester this year.

I think I will do the later ones, especially the one where they end up underground and Bakugou gets injured. I might move it around though, for reasons I cannot reveal at this moment. So, it's entirely possible that I just add them all in as their own chapters once we get past the school festival arc! I really do like those even if they are anime only eps. A lot of things are going to change with Class 1-A's dynamics and you'll see that in the next chapter of the story (38, not 37).

Also, same to you!! Please drink lots of water and get as much rest as you can. The Fall Semester is going to hit very soon and I am not excited to go back, but also just ready to get everything over with. Not me thinking about dropping a class b/c our final paper is 10,000 words when I publish weekly chapters that are longer than that....that's clown behavior 💀💀

#ask #phantomalchemist

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bluesteelchester · 3 years

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Race to Center - Chapter One

Summary: Nightmares have invaded your dreams, just as midterms crank up the heat on your semester. Things get even more stressful when two FBI agents come to ask you some questions.

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Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, OC (Angels), Reader Pairings: None yet in this chapter Word Count: 1,362 Warnings: Angst, Language, Canonical Violence A/N: It’s been a long time off. I apologize for a long wait. (Good thing I kept notes hm?) Hope you enjoy the first chapter. Feedback is always greatly appreciated.

Your eyes stung, as the sky grew painfully bright. You couldn’t believe what was happening. It was as if the sun itself was crashing to Earth. Thousands of brilliantly streaking comets were falling from above.

The earth was trembling beneath you, splitting into wide canyons. The stench of brimstone burning your lungs and bringing you to your knees coughing. High-pitched shrieks were bursting forth from below, as bony and battered hands tore at you. Fear was quickly overtaking you. It didn’t matter how hard you tried, escaping their grasp was impossible, as the creatures drew themselves up from the earth. Their hollow and tormented eyes met yours. You screamed. Tears were falling down your cheeks as you attempted to wrench yourself free. Their grip was only growing tighter, your struggling growing frantic with each breath…

- Your alarm blared loudly next to your ear, as you struggled to pull an arm free from the sheets tightly entangling about you. Smacking the snooze button, you groaned and sat up. It was the third time this week that you’d had this dream. Including the times from last week, would make it five. Stretching, you reached back and wiped the sweat from your neck. Your pillow and sheets were drenched. Again? None of this made any sense.

At first you thought this was all just a result of the stress from your midterms. After all, you were taking an extra course to get ahead this semester… but you rarely ever had the same dream twice. And these were just so vivid… and so violent. They’d wake you up in the middle of the night screaming. At times shaking so violently that it would take you hours to fall back asleep. Something was wrong, and you were beginning to wonder if you needed help.

“So lemme get this straight… he’s already here?” Dean asked between bites of eggs and bacon.

“Correct. The brands only appear once Michael’s lieutenant has taken up their vessel.”

Taking a sip of coffee, Sam looked around the café. “But you don’t have any clue who it is?”

Castiel shook his head curtly, “No. Michael had very few confidants, and not many of those survived the fall from Heaven… but there are rumors one may have survived. Other angels have noticed the change and are looking for him as well…”

“Great! Nothing like hunting for a douchebag with nothing to go on…” Wiping his hands, Dean stood. “—let’s get started.”

Finishing the last of his gluten-free toast, Sam joined his brother. “Hey Cas, Dean and I are heading to the police department to see what we can dig up… see what you can find on your end?”

The angel nodded and disappeared.

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Lazily, you tapped your foot along to the beat from your earbuds as you waited on the light to turn. It was barely quarter to five and you were on your second large cup of coffee for the day. The familiar, paced beep of the crossing light sounded and you stepped from the curb. Maybe it was because you were so exhausted but you never even saw it.

The car horn blasted, your coffee flying from your grip, as you were violently jerked out of the way. Falling back to the curb, your heart was thundering. You looked around bewildered. There was your drink, spilled on the street… but the person you were certain had pulled you from harm’s way? Nowhere. It was certain. The stress was getting to you. You were beginning to crack.

Dusting yourself off, you took one last look around for your hero.

“Get it together…” you reasoned, pulling your scarf tight.

You had too much to do before the night was over to be losing your mind.

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“Well that was a complete waste of time…” Dean huffed, taking a long drag of coffee from his styrofoam cup.

The sun was setting, and they were no better off than when they had started that morning. Security footage from all of the vandalized funeral homes had shown no signs of any break ins. Not a soul or even a ‘staticky’ disturbance on the screen. No one had been there.

Sam slumped against the impala, crossing his arms. “You suppose Cas has found anything…?”

As if on cue, a gravelly voice announced his arrival. “- Dean.”

“Whaddya got Cas?”

“I have as they say, the good and the bad news…” He shrugged.

Rubbing his forehead, Dean could just feel a headache starting in. “Well, it couldn’t just be a milk run, now could it…? Start with the bad first.”

Dipping his head, Cas began, “I have discovered which lieutenant of Michael’s is the Trumpeter…”

Dean frowned. “But…”

The angel’s expression became somber. “John. However… John perished during the fall from Heaven… ”

Sam’s brow furrowed in confusion, “Cas, how is it possible for this to be happening if John isn’t in his vessel? Is another angel doing this?”

Dean nodded in agreement.

Cas held up his hands in pause. “I do not have reason to believe that another angel could use John’s vessel… at least not to its true potential as he would have. It seems that somehow, even in his absence the vessel has become active without the need of its host.”

The three exchanged worried looks.

“So you’re telling me there’s an unmanned nuke walking around town….?” Dean opened the trunk of the impala, his eyes wandering over the tools at his disposal. “How do we even find, let alone stop something like that?” He briefly ran his fingers longingly over the grenade launcher, with a small smile.

“Is this where you tell us some good news Cas?” Sam prompted.

“Yes.” He replied. “I have discovered some information that could help us narrow down the area where this individual may reside… ”

Pulling a map of the town from his trench coat, he smoothed it out across the hood of the car.

“These circles are the funeral homes where the deceased were branded…” he gestured with a broad stroke of his hand.

Looking over his shoulder, Sam pointed at an empty space on the map. “Cas, what about this empty space in the middle of them all?”

Cas provided a light sigh, “I was getting to that… That I believe is where the vessel resides, as all the affected funeral homes are within equal distance of this area.”

“- It doesn’t look like that big of an area. What’s the catch?” Sam continued, tracing the area with his fingers.

Dean peered over at the legend, and read aloud. “UNIVERSITY OF MASSACHUSETTS - AMHERST… Great.”

Cas shrugged, folding the map back up. “We will have to discover who the vessel is quickly. As their power increases they will become more easily perceptible to other angels, as you and Sam once were as vessels.”

Dean instinctively winced, grasping his ribs. “Dickbags. What’re we waiting for? Let’s get over there before those vultures can… ”

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Wearily, you looked up at your fifth-floor bedroom window and smiled. Maybe tonight you’d finally get some sleep? You definitely earned it after two long exams, and a lecture from a professor without an off-switch. You dragged each foot up the set of steps to the front door of your apartment complex. Fumbling with your keys, you stopped.

“Excuse us… - Miss. We know it’s very late, but we were wondering if you could answer a few questions for us?”

You turned slightly on your heel. It was late. Two men in suits and ties were approaching you. Why?

You cautiously slid your keys between your knuckles. “Help with what…? It’s very late. I’d like to go to bed.”

Coming to rest just short of you, the two men each reached into their jacket pockets, and in sync flipped open a pair of FBI badges.

“Again we’re very sorry Miss… but this is urgent business. It can’t wait.” The taller one spoke softly, offering an apologetic smile.

“I’m Agent Hall. This is my partner, Agent Oates. As we mentioned, we need to ask you a few questions...” The shorter man interjected, pocketing his credentials.

What were a pair of FBI agents doing on your doorstep at 11 o’clock on a Tuesday night?

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gh0stiegirlie · 4 years

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synopsis: all it took was one glance at the hotheaded boy at the U.A. exam, and you were smitten. for deku, it was a single act of kindness that instigated his immediate attraction to uraraka. several months into school, best friends y/n and deku are left heartbroken when. uraraka and bakugou start a relationship. when you and deku find yourselves confiding in each other, a question arises; is this love, or loneliness? are you two better just as friends?

length: 3.5k words

pt. 2 ->

a/n: that moment when you start a new bakugou series in the middle of another bakugou series 🤡 I hope you enjoy the result of procrastinating on my other story and writing a little too much.

It all started the day of U.A.’s practical exam.

You were pushing your fingers down on every tender joint you could pop, loosening your body as much as possible for the physically strenuous activity ahead. When you bent over into the downward dog position, through your legs disheveled blond hair caught your eye. His hair was so spiky if you pricked your finger on a strand, it would draw blood. You stretched out your back before crawling your arms up your body until you were standing, then turned to examine the boy.

It looked like someone had glued a golden porcupine on his head, a hairstyle that on the majority would look hideous. But the way his bouncing spikes threatened to poke anyone who came too close as he stomped around, made it suit him. When you lowered your eyes to the rest of his body, that was when you discovered this pomeranian boy was not only super hot, but super fit. His tight black tank top hugged his upper body, and his shoulders and biceps alone were so bulky it looked like the straps may snap. Along with that, the flimsy top did nothing to hide his abs from the imagination. He had developed muscles in places you never knew muscles existed.

As you were not-so-subtly checking this guy out while pretending to stretch, another contender approached the boy. She was stereotypically hot, with full features and an unattainable sinched waist. A flare of jealousy hit you like a wave of heat, and you nearly used your quirk to warn the girl to back the fuck off. This feeling immediately dissipated when he aimed his hand at the girl and dismissed her... with a fucking explosion. Within seconds, she was in a dazed heap on the other side of the warm-up room with some minor burns. The whole room fell silent, turning to the boy with petrified expressions. He nonchalantly shoved his hand in his pocket, leaned on one leg, and clenched his jaw. Although his posture was shit and his pants were sagging, you could tell he wasn’t a fool.

“Now, if any of you other extra’s feel like messing with me,” his vermillion scanned the crowd for someone attentive and vulnerable, and they eventually fixed on you with a smirk, “don’t.”

He made your knees weak with one word.

That’s when you started falling.

When you discovered you were in the same class as Bakugou, you were ecstatic. Back then, your crush was a minuscule weed in your garden. It sat among the fully grown flowers of your aspirations, completely harmless.

You’re now halfway through your first semester at U.A., and your crush on Bakugou has fully blossomed. Whether it’s grown into the weed or a rose, you’re unsure. All you know is your love weed is now the size of a goddamn oak tree, and for it to grow to this extent, it has pushed the rest of your garden out of the way.

You spend half of your Math class stealing subtle glances at Bakugou, watching him repeat the teachers' lessons to himself in hushed mumbles as he writes down every word in his notebook. He has a habit of vehemently taking notes to the point of dulling out his pencil, groaning when he has to shove it into his pencil sharpener (he used to use the schools, but he grew too irritated of leaving his seat every few minutes), only for his poor pencil to require another sharpening moments later. Following Math is English, and during this class you enjoy gazing out the windows to daydream. Your English classroom was built with large oblong windows that stretch from the floor to the ceiling to reveal the grand U.A. courtyard below and you tend to use it to study the upperclassmen. You watch the class of 2-A enjoy their lunch hour as they walk, eat, and hold hands around campus. Sometimes you imagine them as you and Bakugou. You think about holding his hand while dancing around the cherry trees, eating lunch with him and his ‘Bakusquad’ and much, much more.

Love is a strong word, and you’re hesitant to label your feelings accordingly. But damn, are your feelings strong for this boy.

Deku can say the same about Uraraka. He literally fell for her on the way to the practical exam. And even though she caught him, he’s continued falling ever since.

Everytime Uraraka spars during training, Deku gives her his undivided attention. Not because he’s a perv or anything-- he just admires her so much. Her quirk requires her resourceful and thoughtful, so she always has a brilliant plan up her sleeve. His favorite part about her battles is the way she smiles when she knows she’s won. It’s never a smile of egotistical pride; It’s a smile that displays she’s satisfied with herself. That she acknowledges she’s victorious, not because “she’s the best”, but because she worked for it. He can never hold back from beaming himself. When someone that cute smiles, how can you resist?

But, there is a difference between you two. Deku holds the advantage of being friends with Uraraka; You simply adore Bakugou from a distance, while everyone else hates him from that distance.

Until one day, Aizawa mentions the first-semester partner project. You already know Izuku is going to choose Uraraka, and you know Iiada wouldn't be caught dead partnering with you (even though the class calls you the 'golden girl', you're still a bit too 'rebellious' for his taste.) From the way Kaminarai and Kirishima smirk at eachother, you're pleased to see they're going to pair up, because this leaves Bakugou with no partner. A spot you would love to fill.

After class you don't rush to make it to Bakugou, knowing no one else wants to be his partner after what happened between him and Kirishima (Lots of Bakugou yelling how “shitty hair is an idiot!” and using textbooks as a weapon to smack Kirishima’s head). But you wouldn't mind. You would be happy just to be his idiot.

You're snapped out of your daydreams when Uraraka spontaneously approaches Bakugou. You smirk and lean against your desk, expecting a hilarious interaction that starts with a heated “GET AWAY FROM ME WEIRD GIRL!!” and ends with a very large explosion. I mean, at the sports festival, not only could he not connect her name with her face, he had absolutely no fucking clue who she was! But instead of blowing her away in a fit of rage, as he did with that girl so many months ago, they talk.

You and Deku never discussed your feelings for those two with each other, but you acknowledged them. You being his closest friend, it’s clear as fucking day that Deku is head over heels for Uraraka. And being your best friend, it’s obvious to Deku that you want to smash faces with the class hothead.

So, naturally, as the two of you watch this interaction unfold, there’s a mutual feeling of disgust. An unspoken what the fuck?! is exchanged between your eyes, until Deku’s lip quivers and he quickly looks away while you glare daggers into Uraraka’s stupidly hot body. After a few infuriating minutes, it’s grossly clear their conversation isn’t concluding anytime soon. You’re repulsed as you ask Deku to be your partner, to which he responds with a meek head nod. You sigh and hug the poor boy. Surprisingly Deku doesn’t start crying blood when you, a girl, touches him. Instead, he nuzzles his head deep into your neck, as by now he’s comfortable with your friendship.

"Hey, do you wanna go out for ice cream?" you ask when you pull away. You nudge him with your elbow. "I'll pay!"

Izuku blinks away his tears as he agrees, desperately trying to block the waterworks from leaking.

"Cmon, Zuzu." you coo, exiting the classroom. Before you and Izuku head to the dining hall, you shoot a quick glare at Uraraka, who is purposely shoving her tits out in Bakugou's face as she laughs at whatever he just said. At least you know he's better than to fall for that... Hopefully.

"One Yukimi Daifuku and one chocolate Sofuto Kurimu, please," you ask the cafe cashier. She mumbles the amount you owe, and you shuffle your hand around the change in your pocket before handing her a few dollars.

When you bring Izuku his icecream, he lifts his head off the table. He plays around with his food for a while before sloppily shoving a scoop in his mouth. You moan when you take your first bite.

"I swear, this ice cream is top tier!" you boom in enthusiasm. "Like, seriously, who allowed cafeteria food to be this good?!"

A short chuckle escapes Izuku's frowning lips. "That's U.A. for ya. The food somehow gets better every day."

"I know, right!" You use your spoon to point at Izuku's Yukimi Daifuku. "I feel like they handpicked that rice in your Yukimi from U.A.'s personal rice fields." you joke, which finally breaks Izuku's drab demeanor. He lets out a genuine laugh.

"I don't think U.A. has it's own rice fields." he rationalizes. The knot in his stomach loosens every time you make him laugh, allowing his appetite to grow. He takes a few eager bites of his Yukimi Daifuku. You playfully punch Izuku's shoulder.

"Really? This place is so fucking big I wouldn't be surprised if it had its own strip club or someth-MFF!" Izuku cuts you off by slapping a hand over your mouth. He pulls it back to his and signs "shh".

"Y-Y/n! Be quiet!" he warns, his face dark red from stifling his laughter.

"What?! You don't want to think about All Might gettin--" you stop here, because Izuku has buried his face in his hands in order to ignore you. You laugh. "Okay, okay Deku. I'll stop." You ruffle his hair platonically.

"Thanks. I was afraid I was going to throw up my Yukimi if you kept going." he expresses, to which you laugh again. There's a fleeting pause as the two of you take a moment to appreciate each other's presence. Maybe all you really need is each other.

Maybe, as long as you're just friends, everything will be okay.

"Thanks, Y/n. I needed this." Izuku smiles, and you can't help but smile with him.

One week later, the project is due and the weird partnership between Uraraka and Bakugou remains unmentioned between the three of you and Iiada. You’ve wanted to discuss it with her, but Izuku keeps holding you back. So the four of you engage in breakfast per usual; laughing, talking, and stuffing your faces. By this time, you assume Uraraka has forgotten about her little stunt. But it remains at the forefront of your mind, because what the fuck?!

Deku believes it to be a momentary lapse in judgment, but you know girls better than that. She had been plotting that move for a while. Uraraka probably spent weeks building up her self-esteem enough to talk to him, and then another few days encouraging herself to actually do it.

So, when Uraraka skips over to Bakugou that day, you’re not surprised. But, what she does next shocks you.

Uraraka kisses Baugous cheek.

You wait expectantly for Bakugou to send her flying out a window. Instead, he smirks and wraps his burly arm around her thin waist. Her waist is so thin, his arm fits around it like a bracelet. How can you even compete with that?!

And then, they walk out of the classroom. Just like that. Like a fucking couple.

That’s when the world crumbles around you.

Friday nights are always the days you and Bakugou attend the gym at the same time. Normally, his presence is a positive motivation to work harder, knowing he can look over at you at any moment.

Tonight, you bury your eyes into the back of his head and pretend he's the punching bag. You restrain yourself from using your quirk to explode his brain (you actually can’t do that, but still), as if he even has one. If he’s dating Uraraka, he must not. You understand she’s cute or whatever, but they’re so fucking different.

Apparently, this past hour you were hitting the punching bag vigorously enough in precisely the right places for it to tear. Sand pours onto your feet, and that's when you decide to call it night.

You manage bottle most of your emotions until you’re alone in your room. That’s when you shut off your lights, put on your sad vibes playlist, shelter yourself in fleece blankets and let the tears flow. Your shaking shoulders churn your stomach, and it feels like you’re vomiting out your emotions. Your heart stings with every beat, and every sob irritates your raw throat. You're not just another teenage girl crying over a stupid boy. You've grown up putting all your energy into improving your quirk, always two steps ahead of the rest of your class’ mentality. When you first saw Bakugou, you saw someone whos grown up always giving everything his all. You saw someone like you, and you fixated on something that wasn't just being a hero.

At this point you've been fighting for Bakugou for so long, he's grown beyond a dumb crush. Now that you've lost this battle, you realize how alone you feel. He’s a motivation. Not only do you train hard to improve your quirk, but you train hard to surprise Bakugou with your strength. You don't just study for good marks, but to impress Bakugou.

Your goal to be a hero has always occupied your whole heart, but Bakugou managed to slip in there somewhere.

And you can feel the hollowness of his gaping hole.

Eventually, you compose yourself enough to grab some Suppa-Mucho Premium Ponzu, a jar of Nutella (with a spoon to eat it out of, of course), and a cup of hot chocolate from the kitchen.

On the way back to your room, you hear sobs emitting from a nearby hall. As you follow the twists and turns of the dorm, the cry grows familiar. You soon find yourself standing outside Izuku Midoriyas' room. You quickly (but carefully) run to the kitchen to microwave another cup of hot chocolate before knocking on his bedroom door.

“Duh-Don’t come in!” his voice is nasally, but he lowers it an octave to sound like his usually preppy self. Although hero-training teaches you students how to put on an emotional mask, you’re able to tell when your best friend is faking.

“It’s me, Izuku.”

“Come in,” his raspy reply is barely above a whisper.

You jiggle the door handle open with your elbow and find Izuku wrapped in a blanket of feelings, like you were earlier. He wipes the tears off his cheeks and rubs his eyes, burying his head deep into the blanket to hide his sadness. Though his loud, shaky breaths give away the fact he was crying. Like you couldn’t hear him from across the dorms.

“Hey. It’s okay, Zuzu.” You’re standing behind the door, presenting snacks and two drinks with a somber smile. “I’m here.”

Izuku lifts his head when he smells the steaming hot cocoa. He grabs the drink that has whip cream with tiny marshmallows and flakes of caramel sprinkled on top, just the way he likes it. You set down the snacks on a nearby coffee table, then drink your hot chocolate beside him. When a sip leaves a small white mustache above his upper lip, you can’t help but giggle. He does the same.

You don’t ask why he was crying, and he doesn’t ask why you were walking around with comfort food late at night. Instead, you enjoy each other’s company. The events of earlier today have made you realize that things will always be the way they’ve been since the start of this year. That you’ll only ever have each other.

And maybe that’s why what happens next… Happens.

You are wrapped up in a blanket next to Izuku watching Whisper of the Heart and munching on a bowl of chips. Like some sort of cliche, the two of you reach for a chip at the same time. Izuku immediately pulls away, an incoherent apology spilling from his lips. You ignore it, overwhelmed with a sudden bubble of emotion. It was only extreme for a brief moment, but the remnants of the feeling linger. The electricity he transferred to you keeps your fingers twitching as you grab a snack. So now you’re pondering over the feeling while nibbling on a chip;

How come, when Izukus hand brushed against yours, you felt something?

Everytime you’re near Bakugou, your heart palpitates. Not only out of fear-- because the man is fucking terrifying --but of recognition of his power. Out of admiration of his intimidating, yet confident personality.

When you touched Izuku’s hand, your heart fluttered. A cocoon of butterflies erupted in your chest and tried to lift you off his bed-- but why?

Was it because now that Bakugous out of the way, your true scandalous feelings for your best friend are no long eclipsed? Or is it because now that Bakugou is out of the way your brain needs a new hot boy with biceps to focus on?

Izuku questions the same thing himself. If you took a second to look, the light of the TV would reveal the blush on his cheeks. His hands tremble in his lap as he hopelessly attempts to cover the growing boner in his pants, a side effect of thinking about you in this new romantic light.

All this time, has he been love with you, not Uraraka? Or has her sudden abandonment left a vacancy that needs filling, so he’s turning to his best friend?

You move the bowl and scoot next to Deku. Your body heats up as his tenses.

“Hey, do you wanna share a blanket?” You ask, forcing yourself to sound as casual as possible. Even though trying to flirt with your best friend is way out of your comfort zone.

“Uh--sure!” Deku squeaks as he wraps his blanket around your shoulders and you throw your fleece over your laps. You arrange yourself so the side of your thighs press up against Deku’s, and rest your head on his shoulder

He sweats nervously, and smells of bergamot and… Fresh laundry. It’s pleasant, though not as hypnotizing as Bakugous sweet caramel. Bakugous scent leaves you hungry for him, while Deku makes you feel… Comforted. Like receiving a warm hug from a friend. A completely non-romantic friend. A platonic friend. What the fuck are you doing?!

You repeat the words “platonic” and “friend” in your mind to remind yourself what Deku is to you. But the longer your bodies touch, the anstier you grow to touch more. Just to see what it feels like.

Yes, Zuzu has been your friend forever-- Doesn’t that the experience of dating him even better? Doesn’t that make you want to steal his first kiss, so he’ll forever hold you in his heart? Doesn’t that make feeling his body shudder from pleasure under yours even hotter?

You bite your lips at these thoughts, unaware Izuku is imagining the same. His face is practically the color of a strawberry-- his green hair really bringing the image all together.

You turn to one another in unison, searching for the answer in each other’s eyes; Is this love? Or is this emptiness? You and Deku silently struggle to figure out an explanation, though it doesn’t matter.

Because you kiss anyway.

As soon as you make contact, those sparks that frazzled you earlier return. When you push your mouth harder against his, they dazzle you.

Izukus lips are thin, but creamy. He’s the kind of guy who carries chapstick with him everywhere, and apparently his favorite flavor is vanilla, because when you run your tongue along his lip it tastes like ice cream. He whimpers at the feeling, and you take advantage of how sensitive he is. When you bite his lip he moans into your mouth and pulls you closer.

Kissing Midoriya is as gratifying as it is dissatisfying. Kissing someone so desperate-- so needy, for you, is empowering. It fills your Bakugou-sized hole with pleasure. But, his kiss is also cold and lifeless. The only emotion that fuels it is rejection. Behind this kiss, and behind your lips, is loneliness. You’re both anxious and uncertain, so you’re kissing what’s comfortable. And you keep kissing to replace these problematic feelings with something exciting.

Soon, your kisses become hollow. The sparkes evaporate. Izukus lips aren’t as delicious as they seemed when you first started, and the way you nibble on his lip begins to sting.

You slow to a mutual halt, deciding to bask in eachothers warmth through cuddles instead of kisses. Even though Izuku’s body is alive with the heat of your kiss, he feels cold.

You return to the movie, but the kiss leaves another question lingering in the air.

You’re best friends.

What does this mean?

Something has shifted between you two, and you can’t tell if its for the better or the worst.

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goodtimingz · 4 years

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prompts 4+6 day jae?

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4. “True love is when you bully each other, but you know, it’s in a funny romcom way” 6. “Ew, did you just kiss me? On the lips?”

AN: college!au jae, you two are neighbours in your mixed dormitory. ps: this is based on dorms in my country where we don’t share a room, it’s mixed gender and we share common areas ie dining hall, bathroom, kitchen etc.

1.6k / Young Love.

Ever since the first day of moving into the dormitory, you had always imagined having a cute neighbour who you’d say hi to every morning and get to know. However, that was supposed to exist only in your imagination. Actually interacting with a cute guy would be stiflingly awkward. You knew you’d see each other at your worst (coming home from a late night with make-up smudged and bed hair), and even worser (first thing in the morning in pj’s).

Whether it was unfortunate or fortunate, your neighbour happened to be a very cute boy. A loud, annoying, cheeky cute boy.

Every other night there was always something. On the first night it was loud music. The following days were filled with guitar playing - which is fine. However, it was the same riff over and over again and it drove you insane. Then it was his friends, loud laughter at 3am in the morning, 4 other boys would spill out of his room saying loud goodbyes across the hall. There were some good times though. Like sometimes he’d send you a cheeky wink whenever you met eyes, he’d always wave at you in the dining hall, and whenever you told him you had an exam he’d try to be quieter. But you hadn’t really interacted until one particular event.

On this particular day the weather was so nice. Your room was hot, even with the windows wide open. So, like you’d seen many others do you decided to prop your door open with a chair while you studied. Jae apparently took this as an invitation, because sometime after lunch he’d plopped down on the chair wedged between the door and decided to have a full on chat.

The two of you talked about many things, like what instruments he played and what your hobbies were, what you both thought about college so far and homesickness. You were surprised. He actually had an ability to be serious and real. At first you had been a bit blunt, not expecting him to want a genuine conversation. “I haven’t had the guts to actually talk with you before.” Jae commented shyly, pulling on his sweater’s sleeves. You bit back a surprised expression. That had been the last thing you’d expected from him.

“Let’s change that.” You’d smiled, rolling your desk chair closer to him and resting your head in your hands. Jae grinned, nodding before turning his head away to glance around your room again.

From that point onward you talked with Jae a lot. You two would text everyday about random things, and whenever there were loud sirens outside you’d joke that the police were there for Jae.

When it was dinner time the two of you would usually walk down and eat together, and he’d invite you to his room until the early morning just to talk about things while you both pretended to study.

Slowly but surely you grew closer and the end of semester one came quickly. You both decided to stay over the break and spent almost every day doing random things that weren’t related to college - for once. You’d hike together, go ice skating or catch a movie, just a lot of things that didn’t require studying afterward and it felt ridiculously nice. On a particularly frosty night, Jae had texted you at 10pm interrupting your usual lie-in-bed-and-think-about-everything hour.

Jae: surely we go to the lookout point tonight

Y/N: jae it’s literally -10 degrees rn, u wanna die??

Jae: we can cuddle to stay warm ;-)

Y/N: i’ll leave that for brian to do

Jae: nooo just me and uu :)) you don’t have a choice i’m coming over rn

Y/N: wear a scarf so i can choke you later for making me catch a cold

True to his words, Jae burst through your door before you could even find socks.

“Y/N! Long time no see!” Jae teased, star-fishing on your bed where you had just been lying.

You rolled your eyes, pulling on a coat. “What’s your plan anyways?” You questioned, turning to see him making sheet angels (like snow angels) on your bed.

“I don’t know, let’s just chill there.” Jae’s voice was muffled by his face in your comforter, and his hair was completely disheveled by now. You shrug in agreement, standing over the boy as he peeled himself off of your bed.

The walk was cold, as you’d expected. It was peak winter time at the moment, and the lookout was a steep 15 minute walk. Despite silence falling over the two of you for a bit, your brain worked fast in thought. Over the past few weeks, you’d been considering an idea that you weren’t really supposed to be thinking about. That idea being, liking Jae.

You had always considered him a friend, from day one. But seeing him everyday, hearing his laugh and his voice and learning so much about who he truly is, felt like soul food. Which brought on the idea that maybe you’d formed a slight crush on him that was being hugely muted by the heavy ‘friendzone’ blanket hanging over the two of you.

“We’re here Y/N!” Jae puffed, resting his hands on his knees, slightly bent over to catch his breath.

You laughed, walking past him and onto the lookout structure. This is the kind of place you’d want to be proposed to at. Not far out of town and yet far enough that there would be no interruptions. The night view was breathtaking. You stared out for awhile, not even noticing Jae walk up behind you as he placed an arm around your shoulder.

Your breath hitched. Play it cool, you thought while nervously forcing your shoulders to relax. Friends do this all the time, right? Maybe he’s just feeling sentimental.

“Y/N...” Jae mumbled, quietly almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. You bit on your lip, turning to look up at him cautiously. His face was close, closer than you’d expected it to be at least.

Everything kind of felt paused from then. When you met his eyes, the sound of the traffic in the distance silenced. Suddenly the cold didn’t bother you anymore. The slight breeze felt like nothing. Every part of you was focused on Jae, and more importantly what exactly what would happen next.

He glanced down at your lips and time stopped. His lips were wet and they looked too good not to kiss.

Jae bet you to it. Before you could process what was happening, you were leaning in to meet him in the middle. As expected his kiss was gentle, soft and warm. His arms moved to your waist, pulling you closer (which was quite difficult since you both wore big coats in attempt to keep out the cold).

When you pulled back, your mouth moved before your brain.

“Ew, did you just kiss me? On the lips?” You teased, watching as Jae grew bashful. That expression was too cute, you wanted to reach out and squeeze his cheeks.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it Y/N.” Jae winked back, regaining his composure. He was right, except you didn’t just like it. You loved it and you probably loved him.

You two had passed around the ‘I Love you’s’ a few times, but it was always understood platonically. Which was partially still very true, but you knew that now there was definitely another level to it.

You sighed contently, a smile resting on your lips as you turned to admire the view again. (wdym, jae is the view) You felt Jae follow your acts, glancing over to see the same cute smile on his face. Even without words, there was a new mutual feeling shared between you and him.

When the two of you arrived back to your dorm, you were slightly dreading being a part from Jae. The night had been so nice with him and your new feelings that you never wanted the time to end.

“Thanks for tonight Jae, I love you,” You smiled sweetly, leaning onto your door to admire Jae. The ‘I love you’ was the same casual ‘I love you’ that it had always been. You two loved each other more than what the romance movies explained the phrase as. You loved each other’s company, each other’s personalities and just each other’s soul.

“I love you too Y/N.” Jae grinned, mirroring your stance across the hall. As you turned to open your door you couldn’t refrain from the scream that escaped your lips.

Jae.

Jae’s face was pasted all over your walls. You gazed around in shock at his efforts before spinning around to glare at the blonde boy who smirked behind the phone he held up. “H-how???” Is all you could stutter out.

“The boys helped me, just incase tonight didn’t go as planned.” Jae laughed, walking closer to fully capture your expression.

“I take it all back, I hate you Jae!” You grumbled with your arms crossed. (To be fair you secretly loving the sound of Jae trying to stifle his laughter in the hallway).

Jae slipped his phone away only to poke your sides until your folded arms dropped - to smack him. “Y/N!!! True love is when you bully each other, but you know, it’s in a funny romcom way.” Jae fell into a fit of laughter after you shot him daggers again.

“Looks like I’m sleeping in your room tonight.” You smirked, watching as Jae fell silent and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

No way would you let Jae get away with this. The prank wars began, but first you would show him who’s boss.

“Lead the way.”

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fanfiction4thesoul · 5 years

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In a Moment

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: ~2.7

Warnings: Fluff and swearing (I think - can’t quite remember), also really cheesy

Summary: Soulmate AU where when you meet the eyes of your soulmate, you relive their entire life and see a few scenes from your future together.

A/N: So I wrote this probably in the span of a few hours but over the course of like 3 weeks so please excuse any grammar mistakes. This semester has been killing me so I don’t have as much time as I would like. Anyway, I’ve always been a big fan of soulmate au’s of any kind, so I thought I’d take a stab at an unconventional one. I don’t know if I’ll write another part to this or not. I’m also contemplating doing a whole series of just different soulmate au’s for the fun of it. Okay, I’m done blabbing, enjoy!

“David, it’s 5 so I’m headed out!” You called back to the owner. It was actually passed 5 but you had stayed to finish up what you were doing. You really needed to get home and study. Exams were right around the corner and if you didn’t sit down and do some real work, you were afraid you might be in some trouble.

You worked at a quaint bookstore close to your university. It offered seating and a small cafe so it was hugely popular with the uni kids. They could come in and study or find a new book to read. Your boss even tried to keep some of the textbooks in stock just to raise business.

Despite its success during the semester, it never seemed to be busy during exams. You supposed it was because everyone else studied at the libraries on campus.

“Wait! (Y/N)!” David yelled out before you could get out the door. “Something came up and I have to run. Can you close the shop tonight? Please?”

You hesitated. David was a great boss and you wanted to help, but again, you needed to study.

“I’ll pay you time and a half.”

Well then. “Okay, but you also owe me breakfast and a coffee tomorrow morning.”

“Deal. Thank you so much, see you tomorrow!” He yelled, barreling out the door in a hurry.

You sighed looking back at the store front. Guess your day wasn’t over after all.

The rest of the day went fairly slow, with only a small rush in the middle to fill the void. Customers dwindled as you went back and forth between the bookshelves and the cafe. Before you knew it, the store was dead and you still had a half hour to go.

The store had marvelous ceiling to floor bookshelves that were beautiful to look at but such a pain in the ass to work around. There was unfortunately only one ladder that was used to reach the higher shelves and you always put it off. That ladder was a little rickety and the floors just uneven enough that you were always afraid you were going to take a tumble. But you literally did everything else you could. You even wiped down the tables twice. So there was nothing left to do but restock and inventory the higher shelves.

You grabbed the ladder and moved it around enough until you thought it was as stable as it was gonna get. Grabbing a stack of books, you quickly climbed up and began rearranging.

Everything was going fine. You got through most of the books. It’s when you got to the science fiction section that you felt the ladder wobble.

Your eyes widened as you tried to steady yourself but your movement jolted the ladder and you lose your balance. Bracing for impact, you closed your eyes and tried to tuck your head in. Just as you thought you were going to hit the hard floor, a soft mass hit you instead and you landed with a small “oof.”

The warm mass that hit you groaned and you realized with a start it was another person. You quickly opened your eyes and shot up from the ground. Looking down, you found a man with long blonde hair spread out over the floor. His bag was thrown across the aisle with the contents spilled out. He rubbed his head, eyes scrunched closed as he sat forward.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You said. “Are you okay? Oh god, you didn’t get a concussion did you?” You were starting to panic a little. Whoever he was just saved you from a possibly hard tumble. But what if you hurt him instead? He probably hit his head on the floor. Can you get a concussion from that? Maybe you should call for an ambulance.

“I’m fine, love. Just smacked my head a bit but I’ll be okay. You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked, looking at his lap and getting his bearings.

“I’m good, thanks to you,” you said, “here let me help.” You extended your hand out to help him and he finally looks up. Just as he grabbed your offered hand, his eyes met yours.

And suddenly, you weren’t in the bookshop anymore.

You’re playing a small drum set while your mother watches on with a soft smile.

You’re riding a bike down the street with your friends. You’re racing to the candy shop at the end of the corner.

You’re snogging a beautiful brunette behind the science building of your school. Her lips are soft but warm.

You feel the harsh slap of your father’s hand across your face. And you feel all the other blows after it.

You tap away a rhythm on the desk with your pencil while your professor drones on about something you already know. You still get reprimed for disturbing the class.

You’re lugging your drum kit to Imperial College after seeing an ad. You walk in with all the confidence in the world because you’re Roger fucking Taylor.

Memory after memory flooded your mind. A lifetime of them. And then you were back in the bookshop, but only long enough to realize that you weren’t Roger Taylor before you were off again.

You’re watching Roger from the wings of a stage as he pounds away on the drums. There are other people on the stage, but you only have eyes for him. He looks up and gives you a dazzling smile and a wink before turning back to the drums. You can feel your smile grow wider.

Roger has his arm around your waist as he talks into your ear. You’re sitting on a sofa together as a party rages around you. You mingled around for a while before you decided to take up residence on the sofa. You’re content just sitting there cheek to cheek so you can hear each other. You only pull away to take a drink or laugh, but also to watch the love and mirth dance around in his eyes.

You’re washing dishes at the sink. When you look out the window you see Roger being tackled by two little girls. They tumble to the ground but you can see them all laughing. An older blonde boy is smiling at the scene from behind a book. Roger grabs both girls, one under each arm and swings them up.

More and more scenes flashed across your mind almost as fast as you could process them.

Roger is smiling at you again. You’re walking down a busy city street hand in hand. He’s old and gray and you can feel his wrinkles against yours as he swings your joined hands between you. But you can still see his youthfulness shine through in his eyes. You break away and demand a race to the end of the block. Winner gets the last of the ice cream at home. You hear his resounding laugh behind you.

As the last scene fades in front of your eyes, you were slowly brought back to the store.

The man Roger was still on the floor but looking up at you with such wonder in his eyes. And you knew exactly why.

Because you lived his entire life in a matter of moments. It felt so strange. You lived Roger’s life - in its entirety. Only a few moments passed, but you just spent 20 some odd years getting to know Roger inside and out. It felt like an eternity. You knew why he grew his hair out, how long it took him to pick out his clothes today, what made him come to the store, and most importantly, his view on soulmates.

Which was apparently that they were a load of bollocks.

And he didn’t want nor need one.

So while his face showed wonder, you knew yours was apprehensive.

You never thought you’d be part of the lucky few that actually finds their supposed soulmate. But you most certainly believed in them. Perhaps because it’s a little girls fantasy to know there is someone out there made just for you. The romantic in you couldn’t help but sigh.

Roger brought you out of your musings, scrambling off the floor to stand. He was still looking at you strangely, and you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

“You… that… did you see that? The memories? And the - the-”

“The memories you’re supposed to make with your soulmate? Yes, of course,” you said. Roger’s breath hitched a little when you said soulmate but otherwise didn’t react. You seemed to be the only calm one in the situation. You were almost worried Roger might have a panic attack.

“I don’t… that is, I didn’t want…” he stumbled over his words.

“You don’t want a soulmate. Roger, I know. I did just live your entire life. I can’t say I’m not disappointed though.” It stung. Not only because your soulmate was rejecting you.

But because you loved him.

Those who found their soulmates were often featured on the news. People interviewed said they did not fall in love instantly. That it wasn’t like they were hit with Cupid’s arrow and all the sudden loved the person. But rather they saw the person in their memories. They learned all their faults, saw them at their lowest, their highest. They had all the years of their soulmate’s life to fall in love with them.

And now you could understand why. You watched Roger get pushed down by nearly everyone around him. But you saw him rise above that and become the kind, caring, if a bit cocky and arrogant man he is right now. How could you not love him?

“No! Love, you’ve got it wrong. I thought that. And I know you just saw a lifetime of that but it’s different! Shit, I’m not explaining myself well I swear I’m more articulate than this.” He said, running a hand through his hair. One of his nervous habits.

“I know.” You gave him a small smirk, trying to relieve some of his tension and your nerves.

He got it after a moment and chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you do.”

“How about this,” you said, hoping to take the edge off some more, “why don’t I grab the book you came here for. You gather your things and your thoughts. I’ll meet you in the cafe, alright?”

He hesitated for a moment, looking a little apprehensive before saying, “Alright, love. Just so long as you don’t need to climb that ladder. Don’t think we need you falling again.”

You blinked and looked over at the ladder with the stack of books. You nearly forgot that happened. Even though you just saw through Roger’s eyes how you lost your balance and he attempted to catch you. Gosh, you were gonna get a headache at this rate.

“Don’t worry. No climbing necessary.” You gave him one last smile before turning around and heading towards the medical books you keep in the back area.

When you got back, you saw Roger sat at the nearest table, bag thrown over the chair as he stared at his hands.

“Here you go,” you handed him the book.

He sighed, “Thanks, love. This is a life saver.”

“I know.” You smirked at him again.

“Is this going to be a running joke?” He laughed.

“Only until it gets old.”

Silence covered you as you waited. He stared at you, making you squirm a little.

“I think I’ve got my thoughts, if you’re ready to hear them.” He said quietly.

You nod and watched as he started drumming his fingers on the table for a moment.

“You know- knew my thoughts on soulmates. There’s no point reiterating that. But I guess you could say a moment changed that.” He tentatively reached across the table to grab one of your hands. You felt your cheeks heat up a bit as he gripped you tight. “I’ve seen your entire life, (Y/N), and you’ve seen mine.” You jolted a little at hearing your name come from him for the first time. After hearing his voice for years and years, finally having it directed at you seemed so strange. But not unpleasant.

He gave you this brilliant smile, lighting up his entire face. “I guess I finally realized what everyone was always talking about when they met their soulmate. It seems impossible and it goes against everything I believed. But in a moment, I fell in love with you.”

You worried your lip between your teeth as you gazed at him. His eyes were sincere and he seemed to mean it. But you also had memories of such sweet words being whispered to the conquest of the night.

Roger shifted in his seat beginning to look a little uncomfortable. “Please say something, love. I may have been inside your head for the last 20 odd years, but I’m not in it now.”

You stared at him for a few moments longer. Just when you thought he might burst, you say, “The… other girls.”

“Would you call me a sap if I said they were just distractions, even if I didn’t know it at the time? I’ve been passing the time, not knowing I’d end up here with you.” His smile was bashful though you could hear no lie behind it.

You wanted to tease him a little though, “I would call you a sap, in fact. Because you always heckled your friends over believing in soulmates.”

“Aw, c’mon, love! I’m putting myself out here.” He pouted at you.

You smiled. “And you deserve every second of this, Roger Taylor! But that’s okay, because I love you too.”

It took him a second, but he finally processes your words. The smile was spreading across his face as his grip on your hand tightened. Suddenly, he was pulling you forward, leaning halfway across the table.

Your face grew heated again as he was only a few centimeters away from you. His eyes roamed over your cheeks before looking into yours. Just as he leaned in and your began to close your eyes, the door jingled as it opened.

You were about to spring apart, embarrassed to have been caught, but Roger just gives you a smirk and yanks you to him. His lips are warm and soft and you let yourself melt into the kiss.

That is, until someone cleared their throat behind you. You reluctantly pulled away. Roger gave you a half smile and release his hold on you.

The customer that interrupted you was some girl your age looking for a book on medieval paintings. You were quick to find her what she needed, ring her out. All the while you felt Roger’s eyes tracking your movements. Whenever your eyes darted over in his direction, he was still sitting at the table, legs crossed and that beautifully annoying smirk on his face.

When you finally locked the door behind the girl, he gets up as well, meeting you at the door. “As much fun as I think we’d have locked in here by ourselves, I’ve got to get back to my flat and study for my exams. My roommate will have my head if I flake. I should have been back by now.” He looked apologetic, like he didn’t want to leave.

“Brian, right?” you ask. He gave you a nod. “I understand, I have to study as well.” Again, you nearly forgot about your own life with Roger’s still so fresh in your head.

“Look, (Y/N), now that I found you, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He pulled out a slip of paper and hands it to you. “Just in case you forget,” he said, tapping the side of his head. On the paper is his flat number. “Call me when your exams are done, yeah?”

You felt yourself slowly smile as you stuck the slip into your pocket. “Yeah… yeah, okay.”

He kissed you again, just as sweetly as the first time. He left with one last backwards glance towards the shop, a huge smile on his face. You couldn’t help but lift your finger to your lips, reveling in the tingle he left there. Exams couldn’t be over quick enough.

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Today Is Wingman Day, Ch. 1

Fandom: Red Velvet Pairing: WenJoy Words: 5.4k+ Rating: T Summary: Joy downloads Tinder. Wendy suffers through the trials and tribulations of being Joy's wingwoman for one day—while juggling some complicated feelings. Good thing Yeri's there to help them both in her own way. Links: ao3 | aff

Sooyoung leaned forward across the table. “So, listen…” she said, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, a sly smile tugging on her lips. The hairs on Seungwan’s arms stood up. A smile like that from Sooyoung spelled trouble—

“I’m thinking of hooking up with a girl.”

—and bad ideas.

There were few things Seungwan hated more than her sleep cycle getting cut short on a Saturday morning right after midterms.

As a university student smack dab in the middle of her senior year, tackling five whole courses and several extracurriculars that kept her up well into the early a.m.’s, Seungwan cherished every minute of sleep she could get. Admittedly, it was her own fault for being overambitious. But after spending week after week downing espresso shots just to get through morning lectures, substituting a good night’s rest for caffeinated blood coursing through her veins, any weekend where she could finally sleep in was a luxury. A godsent gift. And finally, after getting through the midterm exam week, she could finally get the relaxation she deserved.

The incessant vibrations of her phone against the bedside table, however, said fuck you, Seungwan.

Seungwan groaned, rolling over to her side to reach for her phone. Who the hell was texting her a storm on a weekend morning? A precious weekend morning! She slapped her hands blindly on the table until she found the device, bringing it over to her face so she could read the offending name on the screen.

Park Sooyoung, 7:52 a.m.

She sat up immediately, blinking away the blurriness from her eyes as her vision adjusted to read the words in the slew of texts.

Hey.

Seungwan-unnie.

I need you.

Meet me at Café Eureka.

I have something to tell you.

Important news.

Cold dread crawled down Seungwan’s spine as she scanned the messages. Any traces of her sleep-induced haze scattered like ashes in the wind. It was never a good sign when Sooyoung sent her texts like these—full of urgency yet aggravatingly vague. Was it good news? Bad? Seungwan had never been able to get a straight answer, and she’d long given up trying. Any attempts for elaboration through text were always met with increasingly evasive non-answers, each one more cryptic than the last. Coming from a typically blunt girl like Sooyoung, though, it was always a cause for alarm.

At least, it was cause for alarm, until Seungwan had figured out that Sooyoung just liked to mess with her.

See, historically, ‘important news’ from Sooyoung meant one of two things:

1. either she really did have something important to share—like when she had just broken up with Sungjae and needed to be comforted, or

2. she was just baiting Seungwan with the fear that there was something hypothetically wrong—only to trick her into coming over to her apartment, trapping her into doing something as inane as figuring out which color dress looked better on her.

So yes, lately ‘important news’ was a dice roll. Over time, alarm over Sooyoung’s wellbeing had turned into wariness; wariness, into dread. Dread of a flagrant waste of time. Her best friend was a mystery at times, and Seungwan never knew which Sooyoung she was going to get on any given day. Excitable Sooyoung? Sad Sooyoung? Trickster Sooyoung?

Well, there was only one way to find out.

Seungwan sighed as she uncovered herself from the nest of her warm, plush blankets, resigning herself to another sleepless day and to Sooyoung’s whims—whatever they were.

I’ll be there in a few, she texted back.

For a day that was nearing the tail end of March, the weather outside was still surprisingly wintry: frozen dew clinging onto bladed grass, flowers that were normally in full bloom at this point only just shy of budding. Seungwan shivered as she stepped out of the dormitory, the chill of the cold spring air seeping through her white cardigan and into her skin. Maybe waltzing out in jean shorts wasn’t such a good idea. Out of all the advice she’d taken from Sooyoung, ‘dress for the weather you want’ (which was her go-to excuse for wearing skimpy clothing even in frigid temperatures) was probably the worst.

Not many other students were out and about at this time of day on a weekend. Especially not on a weekend after exams. There was still the occasional ever-so-disciplined jogger looking to knock out their daily run early—Sooyoung was one of them, which was why she was always up so early—but the vast majority of the student populace was probably enjoying their time off. Doing things that Seungwan sorely wished she could also experience: lazing around in bed, drinking a cup of hot chocolate, recovering from a hangover after celebrating the freedom from the brutal crunch of midterm studying.

While Seungwan didn’t regret her impulse decision to minor in music on top of being a biology major, the bone-deep exhaustion after a strenuous school week was… something else. She missed having leisure time. A life outside of school dedicated to hobbies. Having time to spend with friends. Partying.

Dating might’ve been nice, too, Seungwan thought as she passed by a couple holding hands, bundled up in hooded bubble jackets. They were strolling peacefully along the tree-lined paths that led to the city, pausing to take photos together against the sunrise-tinged lake. Stopping to smell the flowers. Poking each other’s cheeks. Laughing. Living in the moment as if they had all the time in the world.

It reminded her of how Sooyoung had been, back when she was with Sungjae. Carefree and happy. But here she was, forever single and without a lick of romantic experience. Oh, how Seungwan wished she were one of the normal students sometimes.

“Unnie, good morning!” called out a voice that sounded entirely too cheery for a Saturday morning. “Wait up!”

Seungwan’s shoulders tensed as she turned to see Yerim running to catch up to her, guitar case slung over her shoulder. Kim Yerim. Resident prankster. Sooyoung’s partner in crime.

There was a wide grin on her face as Yerim fell into step with her. Despite feeling wary toward her and cranky at being woken up early, Seungwan couldn’t help but return the smile. Yerim’s enthusiasm was infectious like that. On good days, it made the semester a little more bearable when they shared their music composition class together; on bad ones, it foreboded a future of trouble because she was a little shit sometimes. Like Sooyoung, Yerim was someone who always knew how to keep her on her toes. A frightening pair, those two. Especially when they put their minds together.

Even so, it was impossible not to have a soft spot for her.

“Yerim—hey!” Seungwan pulled her in, wrapping her arm over her shoulder as they walked side by side. Mostly, she just wanted to steal her body heat. “You’re going to band practice? You have a performance tonight at the new bar, right? What was it called—Tiki Island?”

“Yup!” Yerim nodded, waving her sheet music in front of Seungwan’s face. “Also, we’re finally going to try out that new tune that you helped me with earlier this week and see how it goes. I think Seulgi-unnie is going to love it. Thanks for that, by the way.”

“No problem, kiddo.” Seungwan gave her a pat on the head. “You had great melody—just needed some polishing on the harmonies. You did say you’d pay me back anyway.”

“Of course, unnie. I’m a woman of my word,” Yerim said. With her big round eyes and angelic face, anyone else who didn’t know her as well would’ve been fooled into trusting the innocent smile that graced her lips. But years of being swindled by that very smile had taught Seungwan better.

She raised her eyebrows. “Uh huh. Sure. The most reliable person I know, really.”

“You headed to Café Eureka?” Yerim asked, pointedly ignoring Seungwan’s jibe.

“Yeah, I am. Did you want anything? I could get you something to—wait.” Seungwan narrowed her eyes suspiciously. At second glance, the smile on Yerim’s face had turned more… smug than anything. Like she was privy to a secret that Seungwan wasn’t. “How did you know? Sooyoung told you something, didn’t she?”

“Ah.” Yerim’s shoulders stiffened under her hold. Before Seungwan could react to the obvious tell, she was already ducking out of her arm and booking it. “Gotta jet!” she exclaimed. “I’ll see you around, unnie!”

“Hey!” Seungwan yelled after her, but Yerim was already several meters ahead, breaking out into a full run.

Seungwan threw her hands in the air, shaking her fist at Yerim’s disappearing figure. “Why does nobody tell me anything!”

Seungwan felt right at home as she stepped into Café Eureka, inhaling the aroma of freshly-made syrupy waffles and the woody scent of weathered books that lined the walls of the upper floor, sighing in relief when the cozy indoor heating soaked into her freezing thighs.

Café Eureka, like any other restaurant business at the edge of the city, wasn’t an overly fancy establishment, but it was her and Sooyoung’s favorite library café to frequent. As a hybrid breakfast diner and quiet study place, with both sections split into two floor levels to separate the diners from the students, it was a boon for struggling undergrads who needed a break from schoolwork for a convenient quick fix or vice versa. The food was good; the staff pleasant. Overall, it was perfect aside from the drawback of being a trek from the main campus.

Once senior year had hit, she and Sooyoung had both become super stressed university students, constantly hunched over reading thick textbooks in dusty libraries through late nights, so it was nice just relaxing at a cute lowkey joint once in a while. Not too unruly or greasy like fast food restaurants, not too hoity-toity like those hipster coffee shops with one too many bearded baristas wearing an offensive combination of torn jeans and smartwatches. Café Eureka was nice in that way—just the right balance of homey and classy: comfort foods in the form of all-day breakfast meals, along with the refinement of an academic setting.

Although a bit cheesy, it was rumored that the owners had named it ‘Café Eureka’ to appeal to the student population. A place where epiphanies were made, supposedly, from just spending time there and basking in the atmosphere. Fresh food stimulating bright ideas, bright ideas paving way to brighter futures—that was something of its brand. It was said so often by staff and clientele alike that Seungwan was surprised it wasn’t made into a slogan yet.

She found Sooyoung settled at the booth in the corner of the café—their usual spot that overlooked the park and waterfront outside. The bright ambience really did help with keeping them alert during exam weeks—lots of tall glass windows, with each table partitioned by blue leather seats and tall mahogany posts framed by metal bars. The seating arrangement was a bit reminiscent of a 1950s American diner, just without all the hustle and bustle.

From where Seungwan could see, Sooyoung was busy scrolling through her phone, eyebrows creased together in concentration. An untouched plate of strawberry crepes lay on the table in front of her—the same thing she always ordered whenever they were together. It wasn’t a surprise that she was still in her jogging outfit, but as a non-morning person Seungwan didn’t often get to see her wearing it. She had to whistle at how modelesque Sooyoung managed to make it look, like she’d just walked right out of a high-profile athletic brand photoshoot: fingerless gloves, hair tied into a high ponytail, tight black leggings with mesh panels, a matching sports bra that gave a wide view of the well-defined abs on her stomach. Even as a runner, she wasted no opportunity to show off the magnificent physique of her body.

Seungwan didn’t blame her. The girl was chiseled like a Greek goddess, and she had every right to flaunt it. Especially ever since the breakup from a few months ago, Sooyoung had doubled down on working out to take her mind off of things, to spend time taking care of herself. The result was marvelous, of course: leaner arms, toner thighs. Plumper, healthier gluts. Even Seungwan herself was guilty of staring once in a while—but hey, it was a crime not to admire art, right? Not that she’d ever make an obvious show of it. Sooyoung would never let her live that down, with that ego of hers.

It was a good sign, though, that Sooyoung was out and about instead of moping around, as she was wont to do whenever a wave of bad moods struck her. Like the week when she’d split up with Sungjae, or had gotten a C on her exam. If she’d been feeling alright enough to go out for a jog, that had to mean whatever she had to tell her wasn’t terrible, at least.

“Hey,” Seungwan greeted, slipping into the seat across from Sooyoung.

“Unnie!” Sooyoung lit up, placing her phone down as soon as Seungwan announced her arrival. “You came!”

Seungwan laughed. Sooyoung reminded her of the puppies that she loved to take care of sometimes at the local animal rescue center—the bright eyes, excitable smiles. One and the same. “Yes, I did, you brat,” she said, though it wasn’t with as much bite as she’d wanted. Then again, she couldn’t stay too mad if Sooyoung seemed happy.

“Brat?” Sooyoung echoed, placing a hand to her chest in mock offense. “Excuse me—I’m anything but.”

“I think you demanding my time and attention before eight in the morning on a weekend constitutes as you being a brat.”

Sooyoung placed her hands on her hips and glared, bottom lip jutting out in the way that forecasted whenever she was about to summon her grossest baby-aegyo voice. “Unnie.”

“No,” Seungwan said, looking away.

Protests never stopped Sooyoung, though. In fact, they always seemed to encourage her.

“Why don’t you ever want to spend time with me anymore?” Sooyoung whined, voice rising in pitch with every word. “I just wanted to see you. You’re so mean! Hmph!” She punctuated her harrumph with a shrill squawk, cheeks puffing out.

Seungwan’s mouth twisted into a scowl, cold shivers rolling down her body. She couldn’t even stop the gagging noises that emerged from her throat. Sooyoung broke character at that, cackling as she pointed at the disgust undoubtedly written all over her face.

“Well, you must be in high spirits if you’re out here doing this,” Seungwan scoffed. “I’m guessing that ‘important news’ isn’t a bad thing this time?”

“I’ll get to that later,” Sooyoung wheezed out, still recovering from her laughing fit, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Later?” Seungwan let out an exasperated sigh. Of course. “What—”

Sooyoung clapped her hands together. “First things first, unnie!” she exclaimed, peeking her head outside the booth and snapping her fingers. At her cue, the waiter walked over to their booth, a platter full of food on his hands.

“Rainbow fruit yogurt parfait for Son Seungwan-ssi?” the waiter presented, a teasing lilt to his voice.

It was Jongdae—one of the regular morning employees who usually ended up serving them more often than not. Being regulars at Café Eureka, he was long past just a familiar face in the establishment. He felt more like an older brother at times to the both of them, even going as far to preemptively serve them their usual orders before they could even formally request the food themselves.

He smiled as he placed the plate in front of her: an assortment of cleanly chopped fruit—watermelon, mandarins, pineapple, kiwis, and grapes—placed in neat rows, separated by yogurt and granola within a tall glass cup. Her favorite. She hadn’t bought it in a while, though, since she was on a budget and it was expensive to order on a daily basis.

“I guess you finally have enough money now to splurge, huh?” Jongdae quipped.

“Actually,” Sooyoung interjected. “It’s my treat for her.”

Seungwan blinked, mouth falling into an ‘o’ shape. She looked back at Sooyoung, who was already staring at her with a smug grin, elbow propped on the table as she rested her chin on her palm. Just sitting there, looking like she was so proud of herself.

“Whoa.” Seungwan couldn’t say she wasn’t impressed by Sooyoung’s thoughtfulness. Not that she had expected to come out completely drained after meeting up or anything, but it was nice to know that Sooyoung could still surprise her with small gestures like this.

“Are you bribing her, or something?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing like that,” Sooyoung denied, though the smirk on her face made Seungwan feel a little unsettled.

Jongdae snickered. “Well, I’ve got to go back to work now. Enjoy, girls!” he said, bowing before he left.

“Thanks, oppa!” Seungwan called after him.

Sooyoung pushed the parfait closer to her, placing a spoon in her hand. “Bone ape tit, unnie.”

“I think the phrase is ‘bon appétit’, but thanks.”

“Am I still a brat?” Sooyoung asked, batting her eyelashes.

Seungwan smiled despite herself. Maybe it was worth going out after all. “Aside from grossly butchering the French language? You’re alright, I guess,” she conceded.

“Bon appétit, then,” Sooyoung said, slicing into the crepe with her fork, slathering a generous helping of cream over it.

It looked good. Seungwan’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “Hey, let me have a bite of that?” she requested, opening her mouth wide.

The fork halted before it reached Sooyoung’s mouth. She shot her an incredulous look. “Unnie, you have one whole parfait in front of you. You’re really going to make me sully my fork with your cooties before I even try my own crepes?”

“Don’t be difficult. You’re the one who pestered me to come see you. Besides, I haven’t tried it in a while.”

“Are you sure you aren’t the brat?” Sooyoung laughed, extending the mouthful of food out to Seungwan. “You should be honored. I don’t spoon feed just anyone, princess.”

Seungwan’s eyes lit up as she bit into it. “Mm! No wonder why you love this so much,” she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

“Yep! Well, glad to know it’s fantastic as usual.”

“It is.”

Spooning her own parfait, Seungwan took her first bite, humming contently as the taste of kiwis and creamy Greek yogurt melted on her tongue. Ah, fresh fruit. Definitely hit the spot. Crepes were good, but nothing beat a helping of fresh fruit in a parfait. “It’s delicious. Thank you, Sooyoungie—you seriously ordered this for me?”

“Duh. I wasn’t going to drag you out here from the freezing cold in the morning for nothing.”

“Why did you, then?”

“I’m thinking of hooking up with a girl.”

—and bad ideas.

Seungwan whipped her head up from the parfait, mouth stopping mid-chew. Her eyes widened to saucers. “What.”

“I’m thinking of hooking up with a girl,” Sooyoung repeated, eyes twinkling in the way they always did whenever she took in Seungwan’s distraught expressions. Clearly, she was enjoying herself.

Seungwan set her spoon down slowly, swallowing her last bite before she irrevocably choked on it. She’d been so absorbed in eating that she’d nearly forgotten that Sooyoung had dragged her out for a purpose. Right. The ‘important news’.

Something actually important, or just a bait?

For once, Seungwan wasn’t sure which it was.

She didn’t even know Sooyoung was into girls in that way. She’d been dating Sungjae for the majority of the time Seungwan had known her—a few months into their first year of school—so she could see why there wasn’t much opportunity for Sooyoung to express interest in the fairer sex. Sure, Sooyoung had made a couple of comments about girls here and there that warranted a bit of eyebrow raising, but Seungwan thought that was just how she was. No filters and unapologetically shameless.

Like when she’d half-jokingly considered bombing her organic chemistry exam just so she could get extra tutoring from the hot teacher’s aide, Bae Joohyun. Or when she’d gone slack-jawed watching Seulgi, their mutual friend from Yerim’s band, dance in a well-fitted suit and remarked I can see why they call her ‘oppa’. Or when she’d said girl butts were more fun to look at than man butts—and oh god, Seungwan was an idiot.

Sooyoung liked girls. How could she have missed it?

When she came to from her (extremely belated) revelation, Sooyoung was still staring at her expectantly. Right, she hadn’t even answered her yet.

“Uh,” Seungwan said eloquently, licking her lips to catch a stray granola bit hanging off the edge of her mouth.

“Well? Thoughts?” Sooyoung prompted.

What was even the proper response when your best friend simultaneously came out to you and announced she wanted to hook up with a girl—all in one breath? “Congratulations?” she offered.

“‘Congratulations’ is damn right!” Sooyoung asserted, slamming a palm on the table, plates rattling with the force of the thump. Seungwan winced, gripping her parfait glass to steady it. “It’s been months since I’ve broken up with Sungjae. Can’t a girl treat herself?”

“Treat herself… to a hookup?”

Seungwan could already feel herself growing some white hairs. This was all coming out of left field, honestly—Sooyoung liking girls, Sooyoung wanting flings with girls. For all the years they’d known each other—ever since freshman orientation—Seungwan had never thought Sooyoung as the type do anything scandalous, like hitting the clubs in hopes of engaging in one-night stands. Despite her outwardly flirty nature, she was a romantic at heart. Someone who valued stability. Softness. Not hedonistic passion.

“That’s right,” Sooyoung confirmed cheekily.

“And this is a good idea—how? Why?” Seungwan rubbed her temple. Having a bomb like this dropped on her definitely was not how she envisioned spending her Saturday morning.

Sooyoung picked up her fork, finally digging into her crepe. She popped a strawberry into her mouth, chewing slowly as she looked out the window. Seungwan followed her gaze, and outside she could see the couple she passed from before, still ambling near the lake. She hadn’t noticed earlier, but they were both women. Wow, she really was oblivious sometimes.

“You know, I was always curious about how it’d feel like. Being with a girl. Even before I accepted that about myself.”

The tone of her voice sounded a bit more contemplative now. Like she’d actually been mulling the idea over in her head, instead of tossing it out there just to throw Seungwan off balance. Maybe this was a serious matter after all.

“You never told me,” Seungwan said, hiding the frown that tugged at her lips behind another spoonful of yogurt. The watermelon had turned mushy. Great. “That you like girls, I mean.”

Sooyoung shrugged. “Yeah, I’m bi. I thought it was pretty obvious, unnie. I just didn’t think it was necessary to talk about, with me dating Sungjae and all.”

Bi. Sooyoung was bi. Seungwan felt her ears warming, hearing that out loud. She wasn’t embarrassed—just… caught off guard. Yeah, that was it. It was such a Sooyoung thing to do, confessing an important secret so casually. Flippantly, even.

“You could’ve told me,” Seungwan grumbled, pouting. Did Sooyoung think she was homophobic? She wasn’t! Sooyoung knew that, too. She had to, right? When Yerim came out to them as a lesbian, neither of them had even batted an eyelash, accepting her with open arms. Well, it wasn’t like she was entitled to know everything about Sooyoung, even if they were best friends, but still…

“I could’ve,” Sooyoung agreed, looking back at her, laughing when she saw her face. “Why so grumpy?”

“Did you think I would judge you?” Seungwan blurted out without thinking. She couldn’t even keep the hurt from her voice.

Sooyoung frowned at that, sobering up instantly. “No, that’s not it.”

“Then—”

“Hey,” Sooyoung said softly, reaching over to grasp Seungwan’s hand. “I know what you’re thinking when you have that look on your face—” Seungwan wrinkled her nose. What look? “—but you know I would trust you with my life, right?”

The fact that Sooyoung could read her so easily was a bit terrifying. Her shoulders slumped as she stared into her parfait instead of meeting Sooyoung’s gaze. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I know it’s none of my business.”

“Like I said, it’s not like that. I just thought it’d be more fun if you found out this way.”

Seungwan rolled her eyes, but she didn’t mind when Sooyoung interlaced their fingers together. Her hand was warm. “More fun for you, maybe,” she huffed.

“Yep!” Sooyoung chirped, leaning forward to poke her cheek. “So don’t be such a baby, okay?”

The way Sooyoung’s finger dug into her dimple tickled, and it made her laugh as she withdrew her hand. Sometimes Seungwan hated that she could be placated so easily. “Well, I guess it was kind of funny,” she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. “And to be honest, I should’ve expected it.”

“Yeah, well, you heterolinis can be dumb sometimes.”

“Heterolinis?” Seungwan frowned. She was less offended at being called dumb than baffled at Sooyoung calling her a… a heterolini. Where did she even come up with that?

“Yeah. You know—straight people, with their straight lives, always viewing things through their straight lenses.”

Seungwan gaped. She wasn’t that bad, was she? “I’ve never even had a boyfriend. Who knows if I’m straight?” She furrowed her eyebrows, head tilting quizzically at the words that came out of her own mouth. Why was she even arguing? She’d barely even questioned her own sexuality before.

Sooyoung eyed her skeptically. “Girl, the number of times I’ve caught you staring at Cha Eunwoo from the music department, though…”

Heat rose to Seungwan’s face. “And what about it!” she protested, jabbing her spoon into the parfait and taking an angry bite out of it, munching loudly. “He’s beautiful!”

“Yeah, so?” Sooyoung scoffed, crossing her arms. “So am I, but you’re not attracted to me.”

Seungwan’s eyes widened. Whoa. Sooyoung really went there. Abort, abort, abort.

“When did you even figure out that you were bi?” Seungwan asked instead, floundering for a change of topic.

Rather than replying, Sooyoung delicately placed her fork down on her plate, metal clacking against ceramic. She clasped her hands together, looking out the window again. Birds chirped outside. The front door of the café jingled with the arrival of new customers.

When Sooyoung went quiet a few seconds too long for comfort, Seungwan fidgeted in her seat, backpedaling. “Sorry—was that too personal?”

“It’s fine. I was just thinking. I think I always kind of knew—but it probably only hit me a year ago or so?”

“Oh, wow.” Seungwan’s eyebrows shot to her forehead as she took in the new information. A year ago. That had to mean… “You were still dating Sungjae at the time?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that why you two broke up?”

“No,” Sooyoung answered immediately. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she swept her fingers over her hair, pushing them away from her eyes. “Well—not entirely. Yes and no. We had our differences, but I can’t say it didn’t factor into it. He didn’t know, though. I never told him.”

“Ah.”

“Mhm.”

They fell into an uncomfortable silence as they went back to eating, the scrape of utensils the only noise filling the air. Seungwan grimaced. Sooyoung never went into the details of the breakup before, but Seungwan hadn’t expected that to be part of the reason. She really had to be nosy and open up old wounds, didn’t she.

When it was clear Sooyoung wasn’t going to elaborate any further, Seungwan cleared her throat. “Oh, yeah! So, anyway—about girls. You wanted to try hookups?” She cringed as the words left her mouth. Hookups. It sounded so crass.

Sooyoung perked up, a wide grin spreading on her face as though nothing had happened, and Seungwan was thankful it was that simple to dispel the awkward atmosphere between them. “Yeah! I installed Tinder—I was just setting up my profile right before you showed up.”

“Tinder?” Seungwan repeated. “Like, for local randos? Not someone from our school?”

“That’s the point of hookups.” Sooyoung rolled her eyes. “I’m not supposed to see them again.”

Seungwan pressed her lips together as she regarded Sooyoung. Sooyoung, who always cried at the climax of romantic comedy movies. Sooyoung, who once dumped a boy she was seeing simply because her Maltese puppy, Haetnim, didn’t like him. Sooyoung, who—despite having a reputation for being a flirtatious tease—valued the fine art of courtship. Late-night candlelit dinners, picnics under a blanket of stars.

“This isn’t usually like you,” Seungwan pointed out.

“Yeah, maybe I just wanted to try something different. Something uncomplicated, no strings attached.”

“Why not dating, though?”

“Because I’m probably not ready for a relationship right now? And also, I’d really just like to kiss a girl.”

“Oh.” Seungwan flushed at the mental image of Sooyoung doing just that. Stupidly sexy Sooyoung, kissing a girl—not for the titillation of men but for herself. “Wow.”

“What is it?” Sooyoung asked. Seungwan didn’t like the look on her face—the annoyingly self-satisfied smirk that suggested she knew exactly what Seungwan was thinking.

“Nothing,” Seungwan said, shaking the idea from her head. “Just getting used to you being bi.”

“Well…” Sooyoung began. She slid out of her seat and into Seungwan’s side of the booth, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. Her voice had turned husky. “I think I have an idea of how to help you.”

Their hips bumped together as Sooyoung pushed her farther inside to make room for the both of them. She pressed in so closely that Seungwan could catch a hint of the fruity floral perfume she always wore. Plums and peonies. Of course she had to smell intoxicatingly nice even after a jog.

Seungwan tensed, fingers gripping onto the hem of her shorts. “Help me… get used to you being bi?” Why did that sound so ominous?

“Yep.”

“How?” Seungwan didn’t know if she liked where this was going.

Sooyoung gave her an impish, lopsided smile as she leaned in, maintaining eye contact with Seungwan the whole way even when the distance between their faces shortened to mere centimeters. Seungwan’s neck craned back as she strained to put space between them, head bumping against the window, and she had to hold her breath so it wouldn’t mingle with Sooyoung’s. Goosebumps rose on the surface of her arms at the heat radiating from the other girl’s body. It felt nice after walking in the cold for so long, but suddenly Seungwan found herself at a crossroads: uncertain if she wanted to pull her closer for warmth or push her away for her own sanity.

Finally, after what seemed like several excruciating seconds, Sooyoung spoke.

“I…” Sooyoung licked her lips, moving in almost impossibly close—so much so that their noses almost touched, and it took all of Seungwan’s willpower not to scream. “…am going to have you—”

She jabbed a finger onto Seungwan’s chest. Oh, hell.

“—help me pick out a date!” she declared cheerfully.

Before Seungwan could even process what was happening, Sooyoung had already pulled away, slapping a couple of 10,000 won notes on the table to foot the bill, laughing and slipping out the booth with a jolly spring to her step.

Seungwan exhaled shakily once she actually had room to breathe again, feeling a cold draft of air in the absence of Sooyoung’s presence. “Huh?”

What?

“Come on, Seungwan-unnie! Let’s go back to my apartment. I want to shower already, and we can talk more about it there!”

Rooted in place, Seungwan stared after Sooyoung as she made her way to the front of the café, unable to shake how fast her heart was pounding.

What!!!

Once her brain kicked back into gear, Seungwan rushed to scarf down one final spoonful out of her parfait before chasing after Sooyoung—curse her and her long legs. She noshed on the granola, savoring every munch and crunch as though it could smother the budding realization that threatened to slip out from the tip of her tongue.

She chanced a look back at her wristwatch. It was only 9:17 a.m.

It was going to be a long, long day.

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yourmomswallet · 5 years

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Rugby Star

Jonathan will always be your MVP.

The big day. The final game of the semester. Jonathan’s moment: leading the college to victory. He’s been working his team and himself to the bone over the last few weeks to make certain that they would nab the championship.

With nerves on edge, Jonathan is the first to arrive in the locker room. Of course, as the captain, he makes sure to always be the first to show up to anything related to the team. Setting down his bag, he takes his shirt off to change. The way his hands noticeably shake would give away his nervousness about the game. If only you were here to calm him down.

The past few weeks had been gruelling on the poor man. With finals, theses, and the final games, Jonathan seemed to be made of stress, ready to burst at any moment. You were like his saving grace, his personal “coach.” You were at his side whenever you could be, always trying to assist him, give him advice. He couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t at least try to help him out in his times of need.

What he wouldn’t do to be held by you, back to chest, your hands running through his thick hair. You fingers seem to work magic whenever they met his scalp. Just what he needed when he became stressed like this.

As the players start to rush in, the energy in the room changes. Jonathan straightens up and mimics the energetic atmosphere around him. When he walks around to chat with everyone, he can’t help but take his time before looking in his bag. He hasn’t changed into his full uniform, all but his shirt and shoes missing.

He remembers what you said that afternoon before he left.

“I know you’re stressed, so I left a little special something in your bag.” He couldn’t miss the wink you gave him as you waved goodbye to him.

It was now or never. Opening the zipper, he doesn’t find any surprise, other than a small plastic bag of granola. He smiles at the joke you wrote on it. A snack was a pleasant surprise, but he thought it would be something a little more special than that. You always left a little something to eat for him.

Reaching for his jersey, he can see a bit of light pink fabric. What could you have possibly put in here?

Not wanting to show anyone what you had picked out for specifically him to see, he looks around to make sure no one is close to him. He lifts the jersey and sees the intricate panties. It wasn’t a full piece of fabric at all, just strings of lace. His heart rate picks up and his head feels hot. He can’t stop his quick, flashy hand movements from the surprise as he tried to cover up the panties with a towel in his bag. Of course, his frantic hands caught the unwanted attention of a certain blonde.

“What is this, dear JoJo?” Dio waltzes up to see exactly what Jonathan was trying to cover up. Dio’s hands rest upon him as he manoeuvres solid shoulders to get a peek at what’s inside the duffel bag.

“N-nothing that’s of your business!” Jonathan takes a defensive stance, trying to zip the duffel back up. His face is red hot.

“Then what’s this?” Dio snatches something out of Jonathan’s hand.

Escaping to the middle of the room, Dio looks at his hand. Before Jonathan can register what happened just moments ago, his eyes see pink lace in the hands of Dio.

“Look here, boys! Our seemingly innocent captain has a dirty secret!”

Hands reach out for the panties so everyone can get a good look at them. Dio’s face is smug and mischievous as Jonathan’s turns bright red and exasperated.

“Tell me now, JoJo. Is it your girlfriend who wears these? Or does she make you put them on?” Dio pretends to be in deep thought with hand on chin.

“Dio, we have quite an important game coming up in just a few minutes. As your captain, I’d appreciate it if you’d stop with the childish antics and get ready.” Jonathan’s resolve is slowing fading, just not his blush.

“So it is you who wears them.” He states for the rest of the team to hear.

“That’s not appropriate for anyone here to know. It’s also not true.” Jonathan ends the discussion.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Dio says playfully, purposely bumping into Jonathan as he walks past him. Somehow, panties end up back in Jonathan’s possession.

Jonathan dresses and puts the panties back into the bag. He’d have to be sure to get back at you for this. Maybe the whole team knowing wasn’t your intention, but he knew you’d feel bad for him and want to make it up in any way possible.

His phone buzzes and dings. Sitting down on the small bench, he reaches for his phone to look at the lock screen.

-hope you like your present. I know they’re your favourite ;)

Jonathan can’t help but blush again as he thinks of the panties you left him, how you looked in them when you were together a few days ago. He can remember it so vividly. The pink panties and one of his shirts. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, even if he had that important exam the next day.

-I need to talk to you about something before the game. meet me outside the locker room now?

-am I in trouble??

-Just get over here please

He sets his phone down. His socks are the last to be put on, as well as his cleats. He has to be ready for the field as soon as he finishes speaking with you.

Walking out the door, Jonathan sees you waiting for him. You’re decked out in the school colours, some paint on your face to match as well as bright red lipstick.

“Hey!”

Looking up from your phone, you see him waving at you. You push your phone into your pocket and walk to him for a hug. He takes you into his arms without speaking. You can tell he’s stressed out.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” you question into his chest, not being able to reach him any higher.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but it caused a bit more trouble than needed or intended.”

“How… uuuh... d-did the whole team see them?” Your head digs deeper into his body.

“I bet you can even guess who showed them off, too,” he strokes your hair.

“Ugh. Dio.”

“Right on the dot.”

“I’m so sorry. I just wanted to surprise you.” You sound defeated as you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Come now. Don’t dwell on the past. Just, maybe… send a picture next time instead,” he suggests.

“Oh. So you want pictures? I thought I send you plenty as is,” you tease him.

His face fills up with pink. He groans and pulls you tighter to him.

“You know what I mean. Sometimes I think you’re worse than Dio.”

“Don’t compare me to that dick. He’s in a league of his own.” Your eyebrows furrow and you point a finger at his chest. He holds your hand and kisses it in apology. The playful anger in your eyes melts and you’re stuck looking lovesick at him. Jonathan has a certain ability to take your breath away and make you fall in love with him all over again. Or maybe you just have asthma.

“So, are you going to wish me good luck or…” he trails off and sticks his cheek out for you. Clearly, he wants a kiss.

“I don’t know,” you pretend to be unsure. Of course, you want to kiss him, but it’s fun to see him worked up. “I gave you a gift for you to see in private and you go show it off like that. Even worse, in front of Dio. I don’t know if you deserve it.” Your head turns away from him.

Jonathan groans at how you twist the situation.

“Oh, come on. I’m sorry. I panicked and he stole them from me. You know I wouldn’t do that.” He turns your head with his hand under your chin.

You can hear how genuine he’s being and begin to feel guilty for making him feel bad, especially right before the game.

“Don’t be mad, please. You know I can’t stand-”

Your lips meet his, effectively cutting him off from talking anymore. He gasps a bit from the shock of the contact but does reciprocate your actions. Your arms pull him in closer to your face, lips moving with his. Jonathan takes this as your acceptance of his apology.

The two of you lose track of time in each other’s arms. The stress seems to melt away with the kisses you give him, as well as Jonathan himself. You hope he feels calmer now from your touch. Your kisses make their way up and down his jaw and neck, leaving red marks in their tracks.

The door opens and Dio’s head pops out, startling you both.

“Best get a move on, Captain. The rest of the team is waiting for you to lead them out.” He slams the door quickly to make sure you don’t get a word in to tell him off.

“Ugh. I’d like to smack the highlights out of his head.”

Jonathan laughs and gives you another hug.

“I have to go now, I guess. Will you be in your usual spot?” He lets you go and holds your hands in his much larger ones.

“Of course I will.” You peck his lips once more and let his hands go.

“Good.” He starts off towards the door, looking back at you one more time.

“Love you, JoJo. Kick some ass!” you shout at him. You wave goodbye and walk away.

Jonathan leans on the door as he watches you leave. What would he do without you?

“Get over here!” yells Dio.

“Coming!”

Running out onto the field was always liberating for Jonathan. Seeing the size of the crowd, the many faces watching, the opponents on the other team. He feels like a new man. The crowd is elated as they see their fearless captain, ready to fight and lead the school to victory. But they start to laugh more than cheer once they catch a closer glimpse of his face.

Confused, Jonathan smiles and waves to just play along. What could be so funny? Did he put his jersey on inside out?

Finally, one of his teammates that weren’t snickering interrupts the silence.

“You know lipstick isn’t part of the uniform, right mate?”

Jonathan’s confused face tells it all. His hand wipes his mouth and finds it to be red. Embarrassed, he quickly walks to the bench for a towel and wipes his mouth and face off. Looking down at the towel, the whole thing is stained red. Even without the lipstick on his face, he still stays red.

He walks back on the field, his mates still snickering. Being the captain of the team, he has to make sure to not let this distract him or teammates. He looks back to see you grinning in the stands, the school's colours on your face in two stripes under your eyes, and of course a fresh application of lipstick. You wave your fingers at him teasingly.

“L-let's do our best!” he cheers as he walks past the team, trying to avoid their gazes. He tries to cover up his quite apparent embarrassment with a cheery smile and encouraging words. He’d have to find some way to pay you back for all this.

#JJBA #jjba imagine #jojos bizarre adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jojo part 1 #long fic #suggestive #Jonathan Joestar #Jonathan Joestar x Reader #reader #reader insert #Female reader #jjba phantom blood #alternate universe: modern #AO3 fanfic

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lastbluetardis · 5 years

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Chemical Potential, epilogue

Summary: Slightly homesick and stressed about her abysmal chemistry grade, Rose Tyler meets quirky James Smith, the boy who sits in front of her in their chemistry class. They become fast friends as James makes it his personal mission to help Rose get through the semester.

Ten x Rose University AU

This chapter: ~2800 words, teen

Notes: This was written for the lovely @thegreenfairy13 as part of the @dwsecretsanta gift exchange. Also tagging @doctorroseprompts.

That’s all she wrote, folks! I hope you've had as much fun reading this story as I've had writing it. I would love to hear from you one last time to know what you thought. And if you've been lurking this whole time or binged this in one sitting, I'd love to hear from you, too :)

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Two Years Later

“Jeans… jumpers… socks…” James rooted through his suitcase one final time, sifting through the clothes to make sure he had everything he would need for a four-day trip.

“Nearly finished?” He spun at Rose’s voice and saw her leaning casually against door frame of their bedroom, her thick winter coat draped across her arm.

He nodded, zipping the suitcase shut. “Yep, just double-checking. I packed enough pants as though I'm planning to wee myself every day on this trip.”

Rose wrinkled her nose at him but giggled. “You're so gross.” She skipped up to him and draped her arms over his shoulder to peck a swift kiss to his cheek. Lingering with her mouth close to his ear, she murmured, “But now I know I can do other, sexier things to you to make sure you go through all those pants you've brought.” She nipped at his earlobe, making a shiver ripple down his spine, before she pulled back, an impish gleam in her eyes.

“You menace,” he said, his voice was hoarser than he'd like. She just waggled her eyebrows a him, and held out her hand. He hefted the suitcase off the bed and asked, “Is yours already in the car?”

“Yep.”

James followed Rose down the hall to where his Aunt Sarah was standing by the front door.

“Thanks for doing this,” he told her.

“Of course,” she said. “Now go. Have fun. I’ll see you two next week.”

“Kicking me out of my own house?” James raised an eyebrow.“Thanks for doing this,” he told her.

“Of course,” she said. “Now go. Have fun. I’ll see you two next week.”

“Kicking me out of my own house?” James raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, shut up. You’ll want to get on the road to miss the afternoon traffic. Don’t you worry about a thing. Just have fun.” She reached out to him, and he dutifully stepped into her arms to accept her embrace. “Good luck,” she whispered in his ear, giving him a squeeze that didn’t at all settle the butterflies that were suddenly churning in his stomach. Then she pulled back and kissed his cheek. “Go, go. Drive safely. Let me know when you get there.”

“Thanks again for taking care of the cats,” Rose said, skipping up to Sarah for a goodbye hug.

“It’s no trouble at all,” she said, kissing Rose’s cheek.

When Rose pulled back from his aunt, James rested his hand on her lower back. She leaned into his touch and beamed up at him with a smile that inflated his heart a few sizes.

“Ready to go?” he murmured, bending down to press his lips to the top of her head.

“Yep! Bye Aunt Sarah. Bye babies,” she cooed to the line of four cats pacing in the foyer. “Bye Gollum, wherever the hell you are.”

Sarah had driven in from Michigan earlier in the week along with her two cats in order to take care of their three cats while James and Rose went up to Cherry Springs State Park. It was one of the best places in the country to stargaze, and it was only a few hours upstate.

James was excited to spend a few days alone in the middle of nowhere with Rose so they could both decompress after this latest round of final exams. For James, since he was graduating early, it was his very last round of exams. This trip was a way for him and Rose to celebrate privately for a few days, even though his graduation ceremony wasn't until the springtime.

And, if all went well, he and Rose would be celebrating something else, too.

James carried his suitcase to the car, tucked it into the back next to Rose’s, then settled into the driver’s seat for the next few hours. He kept his hand twined with Rose’s for most of the drive, and they passed the time listening to an audio book that neither of them was really invested in.

Four hours later, only narrowly missing rush hour traffic, he pulled into the parking lot of the guest services building.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. He saw she was unbuckling her seat belt. “You don’t need to come in with me.”

“I need to stretch out my legs. My bum went numb from sitting for so long.”

“Need me to rub it?” he asked, winking.

She snorted and smacked his chest lightly before she stood up out of the car.

It was a simple matter of signing a few forms then receiving the key to their cabin rental. When he returned to the car, he saw Rose bent over touching her toes. He was given a glorious view of her arse, and he let out a low, appreciative whistle.

She snapped up and whirled around, fire simmering in her eyes. It was extinguished when she realized who was ogling her.

“Just me,” he said, holding his hands up. “I’m sorry if I startled you.”

“Thought you might’ve been some wanker catcalling.”

“Nope. Only your wanker.”

Rose rolled her eyes fondly, then they both reluctantly got back into the car so James could drive them to their cabin. It was a small rental unit, only two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen, but it would suit their needs for the next several days.

They passed the evening uneventfully, walking arm in arm around the campground before retreating back to their cabin to make dinner with the food they’d packed. When the sun had set, they bundled up against the cool December air and went outside to sit on the porch swing. The air wasn’t unbearably bitter, but it did have a crisp sting to it that was made manageable with hats and gloves and, of course, a good cuddle.

James wrapped an arm around Rose and tucked her in to his side, enjoying the feel of her next to him. She turned her body into his, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his middle.

He rocked the swing slowly, using only the tips of his toes and heels. The motion was soothing, and managed to calm his sudden rush of nerves. The small velvet box that contained a small platinum ring seemed to weigh a ton in his coat pocket, where it had been resting all day.

The elation he’d felt when buying it hadn’t gone away, but nerves had cropped up too. He was fairly certain Rose would say yes, so he didn’t know why he was so anxious. Nevertheless, he was. And what was even more terrifying was finding a way to ask her. Surely he couldn’t simply blurt out, “Hey, so I was thinking… d’you want to get married?”

Soft, warm lips grazed his jaw. He hummed and looked down.

“Penny for ‘em,” Rose said gently, giving his waist a small squeeze.

“Oh, just thinking.”

“Obviously,” she said, sticking her tongue out as she grinned.

He rolled his eyes, then rested his cheek on top of her plum-colored beanie.

“I was just thinking… tomorrow’s one of my favorite days of the year.”

“Mmm,” she agreed, and he could hear the impish grin when she said, “It’s the day we went from study buddies to fuck buddies.”

He choked on a laugh.

That wasn’t quite true. Tomorrow was the anniversary of their first kiss, and the day they entered into their relationship. Becoming Rose’s boyfriend had been the best thing to ever happen to him. If he’d thought their first kiss had been brilliant—and oh, it had been brilliant—it was nothing compared to the rest of their courtship.

If he thought he had loved her when he’d first confessed his feelings to her, that was a mere drop in the ocean to what was in his heart now. He and Rose had grown even closer over the last two years as they fumbled their way through dating. The first few months had passed by like a dream as they spent nearly every waking (and sleeping) moment together. They’d gone on dates, told each other every little trivial fact about their lives, and started exploring a physical relationship.

Despite his inexperience, he’d caught on quickly and, to his unending relief, had not made a complete fool of himself the first time he and Rose had made love. It was slow and tender, full of laughing and teasing, and so perfectly them. Their ardor and desire hadn’t cooled a degree in the past year and a half; he desired Rose as much as he did their first night together.

Even when the high of a new relationship had worn off, the magic was still there. Even if some days were harder than others.

James’s stomach hurt when he remembered the strained month when Rose had hidden the fact that she’d been in communication with her ex-boyfriend, Jimmy. As it turned out, she had only been talking to him to repeatedly let him know that she was never coming home and that she wanted nothing to do with him. But James hadn’t known that, and he’d thrown some awful accusations at her, which led her to throwing some back at him. After spending two days apart, they came together and cleared the air, shedding many tears interspersed with apologies and affirmations of their never-ending love for each other.

That had happened just a few months in to their relationship and was one of their worst argument to date. But they’d made it through together and came out stronger on the other side.

Of course, they'd had disagreements and arguments since then, but nothing that a deep breath and a calm conversation couldn't sort through. More recently, however, some hiccups had arisen earlier in the month when James began receiving acceptance letters from the various graduate programs he’d applied to. Now that he had a stack of acceptance letters to sift through, it was becoming all too real that, come next August, he would be moving away from Rose for at least a year, until she graduated and decided if she wanted to join him in whatever city he ended up.

However, his wonderful, brilliant, compassionate Rose had reassured him that there was not a distance long enough that would ever make her stop loving him. The confidence and vehemence in her declaration had made him fall in love with her all over again. And, incidentally, had been the catalyst he’d needed to pull the trigger on the engagement ring he’d had his eye on for months.

“Hey.” James was abruptly jarred back to the present when Rose knocked her elbow into his ribs. “I’m just teasing.”

“No, I know,” he answered quickly. “I guess I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

And here he was, back to wondering how the hell he was supposed to ask the love of his life to become his wife.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Rose offered. “Are you worried about grad school? Because you know that we’ll make it work, no matter where you decide to go. We’ll always be all right, you and me.”

He exhaled, his breath clouding in front of him, and he kissed the top of her head. “I know.”

“Always remember that I love you more than anything, James,” she said quietly, but the weight of her words resounded into his very soul. “I love you more now than I did two years ago. I fall in love with you a little more every day we spend together.”

“So you didn’t fall in love with me during that week I spent at a conference in California?”

She smacked his chest. “You arse.”

He giggled, and suddenly he didn’t feel nearly as terrified anymore. Leave it to Rose to manage to calm him down when she didn’t even realize he was panicking.

They lapsed back into a comfortable silence, rocking together on the porch, until a few minutes later, Rose squealed. “Ooh, shooting star!”

James looked up and scanned the skies in the general vicinity she was pointing to. He finally saw the fading streak of light disappear into the darkness. He looked down at her and saw she had her eyes closed in concentration.

A moment later, they popped open.

“Did you make a wish?” she asked, snuggling back into his side. Even though he hadn’t, he nodded. “What’d you wish for? Unless you’re worried it won’t come true.”

His mouth went a little dry as a knot clenched in his belly. This had been the opening he’d been praying for all night.

He swallowed, buying himself time to figure out what, exactly, he wanted to say to her.

“I wished for a hundred more years like the last two we’ve had,” he whispered into her ear, slowly worming the hand not holding her into his coat pocket. “I wished I would always fall asleep and wake up beside you.” He managed to one-handedly remove his glove inside his pocket, then grabbed the velvet box with trembling fingers. “I wished to love you and be loved by you forever.” He took the box out of his hand, flipped it open, and held it out in front of Rose. She gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. “But more than anything… I wished to become your husband, and that you’d become my wife.”

James pressed a hard kiss to the side of her head, then let go of her so he could slide off the swing and kneel before her. Tears glistened in her eyes, lining them with silver as he looked up at her, trying to slow his heartbeat. It was thudding in his ears, making him a little dizzy.

Rose was staring at the sapphire and diamond ring nestled into the silk padding of the box. Her gaze kept darting between his face and the ring and back again.

“I don’t think you can have that many wishes on one shooting star,” she said faintly, but she was wearing that teasing grin he loved so much.

“Well, I figure we’d see more than one this weekend,” he drawled, trying to not panic that she hadn’t yet given him an answer. “I’ll cash them in later. So what’d’you say, Rose Tyler? Will you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?”

A little sob bubbled up her throat, and suddenly she was in his arms. She’d launched herself off the swing to crash into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him hard enough to almost be uncomfortable. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

He exhaled a shuddering breath, and then he was hugging her as tightly as she was hugging him. He buried his face into her neck, his eyes prickling with emotion. Love, relief, more love, and a pure, unending joy.

Rose pulled back first, her eyes red and puffy and her cheeks wet with tears. It made him feel better about the moisture he could feel burning behind his eyes. She sniffled, then broke into tiny, beaming giggles, and he couldn’t help but echo the sound.

They were soon laughing somewhat hysterically on the front porch of a rural, northern Pennsylvanian cabin in the middle of the night as a cold December wind picked up around them. But James didn’t feel the chill, not when he was the happiest, luckiest person on Earth.

“I love you,” he said, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face where it got caught at the corner of her mouth. “So much, Rose.”

“I love you, too,” she replied. She ripped off her gloves and shoved them into the pockets of her jacket, then wiggled the fingers of her left hand. “Put it on me?”

He did. The fit was perfect, and Rose cooed in admiration at the beautiful ring adorning her finger.

“This is so perfect,” she sighed. “How did you know that this is exactly what I would love?”

“I creeped on your Pinterest account,” he admitted sheepishly.

Rose burst out laughing, but she continued holding her hand out in front of her, admiring the way the porch light shimmered off the gemstones.

“I love it,” she said, turning her head to look at him. “I love it.”

“I’m glad.” He leaned forward to brush a kiss to her cheek.

His lips glided down her jaw before skating over to cover hers. She parted her lips for him automatically and tilted her head to the side to free up their noses. He sighed against her mouth and wrapped one arm around her shoulders as his other went to her hair. His fingers met with her hat instead, making Rose grin.

He yanked her hat off and dropped it to the side so he could twine his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. She groaned when he scraped his fingernails across her scalp.

“I love you,” he murmured between frantic kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she panted when he pulled her head back gently to give attention to her neck. Her hands went to his hair—he’d somehow lost his hat, too—keeping him where he was as he bit and licked and sucked at her neck. “Forever.”

“Forever,” he agreed, latching his mouth to the corner of her neck and shoulder.

She shuddered in his arms, but he couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or the cold. A steady breeze had picked up and was biting through their clothes.

“Want to go inside?” he mumbled into her skin.

“Yes please,” Rose gasped, arching into his touch and gripping his hair tighter when he nipped her again.

James chuckled, then planted a parting kiss to the red mark he’d been making on her neck. After pushing himself to his feet, he reached down and helped Rose stand, then he guided her inside the bright, warm cabin.

The End

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Downward dog- Maylor fic

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It was all Freddie’s fault

That’s what Roger kept telling himself after it all began on that fateful Thursday evening.

It wasn’t Roger’s idea. He was sat in his joint flat when his housemate, and best friend Freddie strolled into his room, bearing both a yoga mat and a shit eating grin. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Roger’s various essays were sprawled accords his bed, the blond well aware of the looming deadlines that came with his biology degree.

“What?” Roger snapped, shuttling his book when he realised that he definitely couldn’t concentrate when Freddie stood in nothing but leggings and a tank top, looking more like a twat than Roger had ever seen him look before. Freddie rolled his eyes in response.

“Get off your fat ass. You’re coming to yoga with me.”

“No way.” Roger confirmed, looking away from Freddie and back to his books. He had done absolutely zero revision this semester, and he definitely couldn’t fail this module, especially for something like a yoga class. “Why isn’t Deaky going with you?”

Deaky was dragged along weekly to Freddie’s yoga classes. Freddie assured them that it made them spiritually closer in their relationship but Roger thought it was a pile of shit. Roger was not the calm and subdued type. Roger could never calm his racing mind.

“Deaky’s got an exam. I’m not taking no for an answer Roger, you’re coming with me.”

And that was how Roger ended up in the university’s yoga studio at 4pm on a Thursday, sitting gingerly in easy pose on his mat, with Freddie bouncing excitedly next to him. He wanted to die.

That was, until, the yoga instructor walked in.

Being a university class, it was an older student that led the session; one that Roger had never seen before much to his utter dismay. His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he traced the tall boy, long curly hair scraped back in a bun as he stepped over the people to the mat at the front over the room, flashing everyone a grin. Roger’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Hi guys. Lovely to see so many new faces!” He smiled, sending a small wink Roger’s way. Roger nearly died.

“I knew you’d like him,” Freddie whispered, smirking just as the lights dimmed and the class was ordered to lie on their backs in the darkness. The sound of Brian’s voice hushing sweet calmness into the silent room not helping Roger’s wide open eyes and beating heart.

He assessed his situation, like Deaky would so often tell him to do in a situation like this. Roger thought. He was in a yoga studio, with a very beautiful instructor (which Freddie failed to mention). This instructor was dressed in nothing but a tank top and leggings that hugged his arse so deliciously that Roger was unable to concentrate so much that he didn’t realise that the others had their legs in the air. He snapped his head to Freddie, ready to start on him, out of eyeline from the beautiful teacher.

“I can’t fucking believe you didn’t tell me that he was an abolsute sort!” Roger hissed, glaring at Freddie whilst they both circled their legs in the air, Freddie giggling slightly at the sight.

“Thought it would be more fun to see you suffer during this hour class.” Freddie shrugged, smirking as Roger eyes widened.

An hour.

A whole hour of Roger trying not to nut as he caught sight of the man’s incredibly defined torso peeking out from where his top raised up. He looked strong enough to pin Roger against the wall. That thought occupied his brain for a few moments as he gulped back his lustful feelings and stood, following the more experienced yogis in front of him as they twisted and contorted their bodies in ways Roger didn’t even think was physically possible. He felt even more clumsy and embarrassed as he tried his hardest to not be mentally scrutinised for his bad technique by the man who kept offering encouraging smiles Roger’s way.

Roger was in deep.

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A week later and Roger found himself back in the studio. He had brought it upon himself to invite his way into couples yoga with Freddie and John out of sheer excitement at the prospect of meeting tall beautiful poodle head again, maybe even exchanging a few words rather than brief breathless smiles as Roger was stuck in awkward angles (which he assumed was definitely not attractive from Brian’s point of view.)

And so, he dragged the couple along 15 minutes before the class was scheduled to start, and sent a smirk to a knowing Freddie, as he grabbed a yoga mat and seated himself smack bang in the middle of the front row, directly in front of Poodle Heads view when he started the class. Unfortunately, Poodle Head was yet to arrive.

“So that’s why you made a fucking effort today.” John commented, unrolling his own mat out and positioning it next to Roger’s, giving him the side eye as he noted the way Roger was purposely wearing one of Freddie’s daring tank tops, and leggings that Roger thought, made his ass look great.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Deaky.” Roger shrugged innocently, but with a flash of excitement in his eyes as he heard more people enter through the back door.

“You just want to impress Brian.” Freddie rolled his eyes. Roger felt a pang in his chest at Freddie’s words. The stranger’s name was Brian. For some odd reason, Roger’s slight crush didn’t seem so strange now he had a name to the (frankly gorgeous) face.

“So what if I do?” Roger shot back, eyes gleaming as he whipped his head around just in time to spot ‘Brian’ walking through the door, lugging a suitcase of yoga mats behind him. Roger faced back to Freddie and John. “You can’t deny that man is gorgeous.”

“He plays guitar too.” John so helpfully added, watching the way Roger gulped back his desire with a smug grin.

“Jesus wept.” Roger muttered, a little breathless, imagining the talented fingers that brushed his guitar and yoga block, but instead, picturing them clasped tightly around Roger’s-

No. Yoga was supposed to be calming.

Roger watched intently as Brian greeted his regulars with a smile. Watching how Brian gently embraced a red headed girl, or high fived a freshman with a grin. It made Roger wonder whether this beautiful man was actually available. Roger wouldn’t be surprised if he had queues of people waiting to date him.

However insecure Roger felt about his lack of flexibility or how this was only his second class, he felt all of his worries dissolve as Brian’s eyes scanned the room before landing on Roger, flashing the most genuine smile that Roger had received. Roger was happy to reciprocate, even as John nudged Freddie glowering at the first interaction between the pair. Roger firmly believed that the few feet between him and Roger was much too great, and he had to hold himself back from crawling over to him and seating himself in Brian’s lap.

The minute Brian’s hand clapped loudly, signaling the class to begin, Roger decided he was going to actually put effort in- something he was not used to doing. John snorted a couple of times as he watched Roger out of the corner of his eyes, fold himself over in a way that gave Brian a great view, or when Roger ‘accidentally’ fell out of his extended tree, causing Brian’s to get out of his own pose in order to snake a hand around Roger’s waist and inch his leg so it rested on his upper thigh. Or best of all, when Roger still couldn’t do downward dog without tipping over, and Brian’s hard gaze following him encouragingly as he rested in table top (with his butt sticking out a bit too much) whilst the others finished their asana. The feeling of having Brian’s strong arm coaxing his body into positions he never thought possible made Roger nearly fall out of his pose again, imagining the various other positions he longed to get Brian in.

Still, Roger took every opportunity to make each position as sexual as possible. He had picked the spot directly in front of Brian for a reason of course. He was wearing Freddie’s tight clothes and he knew he looked good. All he wanted was to distract Brian from his inner peace enough to look over at a desperate Roger and feel bad enough for him to slip him his number discretely. To Roger’s dismay- it didn’t happen that class.

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“Roger Meddows Taylor, are you wearing a thong?!”

John was never a gifted hissed, and so, when he whispered in a mortified manner the following week when Roger was twisted in warrior 2. Roger turned red as he felt the whole of the front row’s- and Brian’s, eyes on him.

“I picked it out darling,” Freddie helpfully added, much quieter this time as the row got back to actual yoga, and Roger dared to look up enough to meet Brian’s eyes, despite wanting the ground to swallow him and his blasted yoga mat whole.

Roger wished he hadn’t. When his blue orbs met Brian’s darker ones, Roger caught a look so unreadable, it sent a twitch down to his cock that would surely show up in his Lycra leggings. Curse John and his stupidly loud voice. Curse Freddie and his stupidly great eye for fashion.

For the rest of the class, Roger was convincing himself that he wore the thong to avoid awkward boxer lines and for overall comfort. He tactfully avoided the part of his brain telling him that he only wore them for the 1 in a million chance that Brian would grab him by the hand and drag him into the bathroom after class.

Baby steps Roger. Baby steps.

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It took 3 more weeks until Roger plucked up the courage to finally talk to Brian after class. In fact, it was down to John bullying him that he was being a wimp that made him paint a shit eating grin on and flounce back into the studio just as he had exited moments ago to stand face to face with Brian in an otherwise empty room.

“Hello there.” Brian smiled, and dear god was his voice beautiful. Roger wondered whether it was possible to be sexually attracted to ones voice.

“Hi!” Roger managed to reply, his voice coming out a bit hoarse. He was really letting himself down lately. Normally, Roger was a walking talking flirting machine and could seduce practically anyone on campus, yet this Brian seemed to make all his words evaporate from his tongue.

“Roger, right?” Brian asked, leaning down to push all the yoga mats into his bag but not letting his eyes drift from Roger’s own blue orbs. Roger nodded quickly, letting the room dim into silence before he remembered he should possibly ask the brunets name so that he didn’t look like the kind of weirdo who already knew it.

“Brian,” the man smiled, as if reading Roger’s mind and beating him to it. “I’m gonna be honest with you Roger, I was wondering when you’d finally pluck up the courage to talk to me.”

Roger began to sweat more than he had in any yoga class before as he laughed nervously. His crush on Brian wasn’t necessarily a secret, but he didn’t realise how glaringly obvious he had made it in order for Brian to realise.

“I’m gonna be honest with you then Brian, you are scarily handsome.” Roger managed to stutter. Good old Deaky had embarrassed him enough with the thong so what would a little bit of pitiful rejection do for him now?

Brains soft smile seemed to falter, before his face twisted into a little smirk, directed at Rogers own uncertain expression. He had no idea what kind of power Brian possessed over Roger to turn him into some weak stuttering mess.

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staytheb · 5 years

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Like Oh 2.0 - Study Group

Previous Chapter: #HAPPY20THBAMBAMDAY Word Count: 3,867 Summary: Another study session happens, but no real studying actually happens.

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chapter 13 for y’all, if any is reading or interested. this chapter takes place near the middle to end of May where finals and studying happens or whatever... but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

It was a late Friday morning where Serena was having a study session with her sister and two friends deciding to crash it. "Aren't your exams in like two weeks? Why not study with the actual kids in your classes?" "They honestly would rather study alone." Jasmine informed Serena. "Yeah, they find it distracting or something." Jeannie added. "Anyways," Melanie began as she emerged from the kitchen with several drinks and snacks in hand and settled herself with the other three at the new coffee table Serena had bought several days ago. "The other girls don't wanna study today and they actually went on an all day group date and so we thought we just study with you since we're done with group dates." "Uh huh." Serena let out as she put on some background music to listen to while studying.

"How many classes are you guys taking?" Serena asked the trio upon seeing three large stacks of textbooks. "I thought you guys were only taking like four classes each?" "I have four classes." Melanie clarified as she grabbed her textbooks from the pile. "And I have six." Jasmine said as she did the same with grabbing her textbooks while Jeannie moved the rest towards her. "For me I have seven this semester." "Wow." Serena looked at the others impressed. "Yeah, I don't think I can help much since y'all majoring in different departments." "Well, I'm sure you're pretty smart, Serena." Jeannie smiled as Serena eyed her. "Only on some things. I'm not that smart on everything." "Well, Melanie said you should be able to help us." Jasmine reasoned as Serena let out a wry laugh. "Ha, because she's lazy."

Melanie grinned. "That's true. Anyways, four heads are better than one." "I guess." Serena sighed and then looked at the trio. "So what do you guys actually need help on and then we can work from there?" The younger women went through their materials as they sorted out what they needed help most on and handed Serena their stuff so she could overview them. Serena let out a deep sigh upon seeing everything. "You guys don't need me. You guys need an actual tutor." "Well, we're not leaving." Melanie stated. "We're already here." "Yeah, I know." Serena took off her glasses to rub her face, but didn't put them back on while letting out a deep breath. "Alright, I'll just quiz you guys and read some stuff and you tell me the answers and what not." Serena told them as she looked at them. "Who wants to go first?"

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"Let's take a break." Jasmine suggested after two hours of studying. "I'm hungry." "Yeah, me, too. Let's order in." Jeannie said as she closed her book. "Or go out to eat." "Ooh, I've been craving Korean barbecue. Let's go to Seabyeokjib." Melanie agreed as Serena shook her head. "No. You guys can get that, I'll eat something else." "What's wrong with KBBQ?" Jeannie asked as Serena eyed them. "We had that a few days ago and last week. I want a break from that." "We're in Korea, Serena." Jasmine deadpanned. "What do you expect?" "Nothing, Jasmine. There are just other things to eat, too, besides KBBQ." "Point taken, but we're getting KBBQ." Jeannie grinned as she and the other two stood up to stretch with Serena lying on her back. "Okay, that's fine. I'll just order something."

Just as the trio were gonna leave there was a knock on the door. "That better not be who I think it is?" Serena muttered as she moved onto her side while Melanie went to check it. "It's some of your favorite people." Melanie said with a laugh after looking through the peephole. "Should I let them in?" "No." Serena deadpanned as Jeannie smacked the older woman on the hip. "Don't be mean." "Don't care." "Just let them in." Jasmine said as Melanie did. "Hi!" She greeted them. "What are you guys doing here?" "Oh, we wanted to study." Yugyeom answered with a smile. "What about you guys?" "Us, too." Melanie let the group of five inside and then looked at Jaebeom. "How come you're here?" Jaebeom shrugged with a small smile. "Might as well since it's exams week." "Haha, right. It is."

The twins greeted the idols as they made themselves comfortable around the table. "Nice table." Mark complimented as Melanie replied him. "Yeah, it took forever to find something she liked and to get it in here." "I don't doubt it." "Where is Jyongri noona?" Youngjae asked upon not seeing the older woman around. "Unnie ran off to her bedroom." Jeannie laughed. "Jyongri unnie booked it once Minjae unnie said to let you guys in." "But we need noona's help for our English exam in two weeks." Youngjae pouted as Jasmine looked at him in confusion. "Don't you have Mark and Jackson that can help you? BamBam knows, too." "Jackson hyung and BamBam are busy due to their Real Men schedule." Jinyoung explained. "Ah, that's right."

Serena suddenly emerged from her room with excited as she ran over to Melanie. "Dude, look." She flashed her phone towards Melanie's direction. "Vidia gave birth a few hours ago and Cameron just posted pictures of the boys!" "Aww, how cute." Melanie cooed as she scrolled through the group chat with the siblings. "Dude, did they really take my advice to name the kids Markson and Jinson?" "Yeah they did." Serena laughed as she took back her phone to respond back to the boys as Jeannie turned to the sisters with a puzzled look. "You mean that Cam and Vid named their kids Markson and Jinson after the GOT7 pairing?" "Yeah." Melanie and Serena replied in unison. "I wish Jessica did that when I suggested her to name her son, Micky." Jasmine frowned. "I thought it was a cute name." "It is."

"It's their middle names." Serena explained. "Markson's Eric while Jinson's Levi." "That's hella cute." Melanie grabbed her own phone to respond in the group chat. "Eric Markson Kingsley and Levi Jinson Kingsley." Jasmine said the full name out loud as Jeannie agreed upon hearing it. "That's seriously cute." Because the girls' conversation was in English only Mark understood what was going on while the other four looked at him for full explanation. "Someone in noona's family gave birth to nephews and they were named Markson and Jinson." "Like the shipping names from fans?" Jaebeom asked a bit confused. "Yeah." Mark confirmed as the four women were surrounding the mobile devices to see more pictures of the newborns in their own little world.

Youngjae looked at the others. "So are we gonna study?" "I don't think so." Yugyeom said. "Noona has a Nintendo 64 and a PlayStation 2." Mark whispered to the others. "Wanna play?" "Shouldn't we ask first, hyung?" Jinyoung asked as Mark shook his head with a grin. "Nah, noona always lets me play with it whenever I come over." "How many times do you come over, hyung?" Jaebeom asked with a raised eyebrow as Mark grinned sly. "Usually it's whenever we study for Chinese class and to steal some of her snacks and drinks on most days." "Yeah! I'm down!" Yugyeom inputted happily. "Jyongri noona has the best snacks and she doesn't mind when we play with the game consoles whenever we come over, too."

"So while they're distracted let's play." Mark urged as the quintet maneuvered their way over to the entertainment system to set up the consoles while Serena noticed what the males were doing as the rest scrolled through the many pictures. Serena smirked as she stood up with her mobile device and stretched her limbs. "Well, no point in studying." Serena indicated her head at the boys for the girls to see what she meant. "Well, don't care as I'm still hungry." Melanie stated as she also stood with the twins following along. "Are you gonna be okay, Serena?" Jeannie asked with a small smile as the older woman eyed her friend. "What do you mean?" "We're still gonna go out to eat at Seabyeokjib." Jasmine answered as Serena shrugged. "It's whatever. They're like the bros back home." "True." Melanie agreed.

"Do you want anything when we come back?" Jeannie asked as Serena shook her head. "Nah, I'll order something." "Alright then just let us know." Jasmine told Serena as Melanie sidled up to her sister with a cheeky look. "Just make sure to keep tabs on my man, okay?" "Yeah, sure, whatever." Serena shooed her away with a roll of her eyes. "Have fun you three." "Will do." The quartet then looked at the males who were still occupied. "If they ask, then I'll just tell them you all went back to campus." "What's the date today?" Jeannie asked with widened eyes. "The twenty-seventh." Melanie replied. "Shit. I have to meet up with my advisor today. It's about one of my classes because the teacher was being difficult about one of my papers."

Jeannie gathered her school belongings. "It wouldn't have been a problem if that teacher actually didn't change the due dates all the time." "Hope your advisor sides with you." Serena comforted her friend as Melanie agree. "They better. That happened last semester to me, but the teacher wanted to fail me because he thought I was cheating." "That's dumb." Jasmine frowned, but then looked at her sister. "I'll go back with you, Jean." Jasmine offered as she gathered her things, too. "I have to meet up with Ahri, anyways." "Thanks, Jas." "Am I suppose to eat KBBQ alone?" "Yeah." The trio answered with a laugh as Melanie rolled her eyes. "Whatever, but I don't want pizza." "Then you order." Serena said as she went to her room after saying goodbye to the twins while Melanie walked out her friends. Melanie then turned to face the boys playing video games while searching for places to order from her phone. "Can't forget about them."

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After eating fried chicken Melanie was setting up Apples to Apples to help Jinyoung, Younjae, and Yugyeom with their English suggested by Serena who later had to go to work on short last minute. Mark seemed a little upset that Serena had to go, but didn't mention it. "Ready to play?" Melanie asked after she got done explaining how the game went. "Can we play, too?" Jaebeom asked as he and Mark were sitting off to the side. "Yeah." Melanie nodded. "All six of us can play the game." Just then Melanie's phone went off and she answered it. "What chu want?" She answered in English as the person on the other end greeted and started talking about something. "Isn't it late over there for you? Um, yeah, hold on, Cam." She said as she moved the phone's end piece away from her mouth.

"You can play without me." She said switching to Korean and then looked at Mark. "Can you lead them, please?" And Melanie went back to speaking on the phone and towards the kitchen. Mark did as he was asked with a grin on his face. "That means I'm in charge." "For now, hyung." Jinyoung countered as Jaebeom would glance a few times towards the kitchen. "What are you looking at, hyung?" Youngjae asked him which startled Jaebeom. "Hmm?" He faced Youngjae. "Nothing. Let's play." Jaebeom glanced again towards the kitchen area, but returned his focus onto the game when Mark started talking. As for Melanie, the young woman had settled herself at the kitchen table with her secret stash of white macadamia nuts cookies while talking to her so-called first brother, Cameron, through video chat.

"I know it's three AM my time, Lani, but I can't sleep. Vid finally fell asleep. The newborns are in the nursery and I'm alone with no one to spaz with." Cameron laughed as he ran a hand through his hair. "Haha, sure, Cam. What about the other three?" Melanie asked with a raised eyebrow as the older male laughed. "Car has to deal with his own kids and I'm sure it's like five or six in New York while James is still at work and Nick's on his way to see Alice right now." "So basically that leaves me or Lina, right?" "Yeah, but Lina's phone is always on silent or vibrate so you were the last resort." "What else is new?" Melanie laughed while biting into her cookie. "Did you eat yet?" "Yeah, a little because I didn't really have an appetite. Nerves you know." "Hmm, I see, but anyways, Markson and Jinson? Really?"

Cameron laughed. "Haha yeah, well, Vid's a K-Pop fan, too, y'know, Lani. Which I still blame you and Lina for her music obsession to this day." "Hey, don't hate, but Levi and Eric are cute names." "Yeah." Cameron then remembered something. "Dude, Carson and Savannah's kids' names are the same way." "Oh, right. They are. I totally forgot that." "Yeah, Vid did the same thing as Van." "Ethan Xiah Kingsley and Emily Boah Kingsley." Melanie recalled with a grin. "Car still blames you and Lina for getting her nto K-Pop." "Don't hate." Melanie dismissed as she ate more of her cookies. "How you doing? We need to get together when we're out of school." "Everyone's planning to visit us in July. Will y'all be back for summer?" "Lina and are I will be, but the twins are going to Vietnam instead."

Melanie explained as Cameron's face fell. "Oh really? We don't get to see the twins much" He scrunched up his face as Melanie laughed. "True, but Lina and I care only to see the newborn nephews." "Wow, rude." "And the other babies and your wives. Don't care for you boys." "Wow and I thought I was your favorite. So mean. Cameron made a mean face at her as Melanie laughed. "All day and every day." "Anyways, find a Korean boyfriend yet?" Cameron wriggled his eyebrows playfully. "Maybe." Melanie grinned as the older male's eyes widened with surprised. "Really?" "No." "C'mon. I want some nieces and nephews." "We're not blood-related." "By association we are." "I forget you and the other three would always come over." "True. Mom fed us and Dad taught us handiwork stuff." "Because your dad is a well known player and you guys' moms weren't around much." "True."

The two continued to converse until Cameron noticed someone hovering over his so-called sister. "You said you didn't have a boyfriend, right?" "Yeah, why?" "Then who's the guy behind you, hmm?" The older male tried to lean closer to the screen to see as Melanie turned to see Jaebeom standing behind her. "Later." She turned to smiled at the older male who was about to say something as he shot her a suspicious look, but Melanie ended the call in a hurry. "Oh hey, JB, what's up?" Melanie smiled at the idol after hastily hanging up on her eldest so-called brother who began to call her back a second later, but Melanie muted her phone and flipped it over so the light wouldn't continue to visibly flash. "Hey." He lamely let out with a sheepish smile while rubbing the back of his neck. "Did I disturb you?"

Melanie shook her head. "Just catching up with someone." Jaebeom slowly nodded. "Someone special?" "Nah. Just a friend who's like an older brother to me. We've known each other since we were little." Melanie propped her left elbow onto the table to lean her chin onto her closed fist. "What are you doing here? The boys kick you out or something?" Jaebeom's eyes returned to gaze at the older woman and shot her a small smile. "No. They were just getting annoying." He finally took a seat with her and Melanie remembered something. "Oh, thanks by the way." Jaebeom looked at her puzzled. "For what?" "Your friend, Kyungtae." "Yeah, you're welcome. The guys and I had a talk with him and knocked some real good sense into that brain of his to make him realize what he was doing."

Melanie let out a relieved sigh with a nod. "He apologized to me the other day and just said that it was all in his head. Something about his last girlfriend and why he based everything on that." "Yeah, she messed with his head real good and made him guilty about a lot of things, but she was the one that broke it off with him after using him for his money and other things." Jaebeom explained as Melanie shook her head. "Poor guy. I hope the next girl he likes actually treats him well." "Me, too." Melanie picked up one of her cookies and offered it towards him. "I don't usually share, but you seem kind of weird. Are you okay?" "Oh yeah. I'm fine." Jaebeom assured her as he declined the offered of the baked good. "Don't worry about me, Chaewon noona." He shot her a smile as Melanie regarded him a little.

"If you say so." She bit into the cookie. "How are your finals going?" "It sucks." He admitted with a groan while rubbing his face, but stopped soon after. "The teacher wanted us to dissect a film from beginning to end while giving our opinion on why the director filmed it like this and that and yeah. It's a lot of work." "I don't doubt it." Silence fell between them, but not in an awkward way. Just as Jaebeom was about to say something, Youngjae's loud voice caught there attention. "Don't do that! No! You cannot just make up words! Yah!" Melanie turned her attention onto the idol before her. "Are they, and I mean Youngjae, normally this loud?" "Yes, but it's usually when he play games or something." Jaebeom's lips quirked into a small smile. "You'll get used to it eventually." "That, I can agree for sure."

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Serena returned to her apartment close to three in the morning and saw that the boys including BamBam and Jackson were all knocked out in her living room with the television and lights still on. Melanie was no where in sight and Serena assumed that her sister must have went to sleep and left the boys to do their own thing. "So this is what she meant about the mess in the living room. Wow." Serena muttered to herself as she quietly made her way to her room to drop off her things and change. When she emerged from out her room she went to refresh herself in the bathroom before observing what to do in her living room. "Why would they crash here when they just live like thirty seconds away?" The older woman asked herself in a hushed tone as she went about cleaning up the mess with a shake of her head.

After several long minutes Serena got her living room as clean as possible and had turned off the TV. She went to grab the spare blankets and pillows for the boys to use and brought out the night light so she could turn off the main lights. Once she was done Serena returned to her room to grab her mobile device before she went to the kitchen to fix herself a light snack. When the older woman was settled at the dining table Serena accessed the Skype application on her cell phone to call back her so-called third brother, James. "Sup, boo." James greeted as Serena rolled her eyes, but greeted him back with a small grin while biting into her ham sandwich. "Hey, Jerk. So what did you want to show me that couldn't be posted onto any of your stupid social media accounts, hmm?"

"Okay, Lina, one, rude." James held up his index finger before making a peace sign. "And second, because of this!" The older male lifted up the hood part of his outfit before standing back to show Serena the whole outfit of a minion kigurumi. "Tada!" Serena had to lean closer to her phone screen as she wasn't wearing her glasses or contacts. "Wow." "I knew you'd like it." James stated as Serena face-palmed herself in a tired manner. "You for real?" She shook her head as her eyes focused on the male again. "You bothered me about a minion pajama?" "Hey, you wanted one. I got a set for all the siblings." "So for you and the boys? That's cute." "Stop. You know that you and Lani are included, too." "I hope not. I don't wanna wear that." Serena chuckled as James rolled his eyes and returned back to sitting down again.

"Don't be rude when you know you care just as much." "Shut up." "See." "Whatever, James." "Anyways," Serena began as she swept a hand through her hair, "If there's nothing else, I'm gonna hang up." James tsked. "Tch, always so mean." "All day, every day." "You sound like Lani." "Do not." "Yeah you do." "No even." "Like yes, you do, Lina." "Bye." "Ugh, fine, Miss Rude Ass." James let out sulkily as Serena laughed. "Fine. I know it's hella late for you over there and I have to get ready for work in fifteen minutes." "Thanks." "You're welcome. Aight then. Late." "Later and don't be late." "I'm never late." "Sure, bye." "Peace out." The two waved goodbye as Serena ended the call first and brushed her hair from out of her face to bite into her sandwich.

Serena then heard a slight scuffling sound and turned towards the direction and saw a male silhouette standing at the entrance of the kitchen. "Oh hey." Serena spoke in Korean as she couldn't tell who it was. "Did I wake you?" "No." He replied in a soft and raspy tone while running a hand through his hair as he walked closer and Serena realized it was Mark. "I went to use the toilet and saw the kitchen light was on." The idol explained before letting out a yawn and sitting in the seat beside her. "When did you get back?" "Not that long ago." Serena answered him while starting on her last sandwich. "How come y'all crashed here again?" Mark let out a chuckle as he rubbed his tired eyes. "We didn't plan to, but we were just lazy to walk back when it got super late." "Wow." "Yeah, I know."

Silence fell between, but it wasn't an awkward one. Serena noticed Mark rubbing at his eyes again. "Go back to sleep. You must be tired." Mark shook his head with a smile. "It's okay. The life of an idol, right?" "I wouldn't really know the answer." "Do you wanna know though?" "But do I really wanna know is the likely question." "You wouldn't be able to handle the truth." "Shut up, Mark." The male idol laughed in response as Serena rolled her eyes and finished her sandwich. "Well, I'm going to bed. You can stay up and sit in the kitchen all by yourself." "That's just weird." Now it was Serena's turned to laugh in response as she cleaned her dish and put it away with Mark following her out of the kitchen. "Well, good night, Mark, and sweet dreams." "Thanks. Sweet dreams and good night to you, too, Serena."

#staytheb #got7 scenarios

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lashtons-dirtbag · 6 years

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You’re Kidding (Steve x Reader)

A/N: This is my entry for @denialanderror‘s writing challenge. Of course since I am the queen of doing things last minute, this is up super late, which I apologize for. Tomorrow is my last exam for the semester though so I should be able to post more frequently over the summer!

Summary: Just a fluffy little one shot where reader can’t help sassing the man she loves. And of course Natasha calls her out on it.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Language. One or two slightly suggestive comments.

A low groan escapes your lips as the hard sole of a combat boot connects with your side. Your arm is wrenched behind your body before you’re flipped and your back connects with the training mat beneath you. Natasha is standing above you, giving you a pointed look, her arms crossed.

“What is with you today?” she cocks her hip to the side, “This is the fifth time I’ve beaten you.”

“You usually beat me Nat,” your voice is rough as you take the hand she offers to help you stand.

“Fair point. But you usually pull out a win every couple of rounds.” She turns to you, arms crossing once again. “Something’s up with you.”

“I guess I’m just having an off day…” you trail off, hoping to avoid the conversation you know is brewing.

“Uh-huh. And that has nothing to do with a certain Star-Spangled Captain standing on the other side of the room?” She gives you a knowing smirk.

“Of course not.” Absolutely.

“Whatever you say…” Natasha lets the sentence trail before she moves to the adjacent bench and starts sipping from her water bottle. You move to follow, but not before your eyes flash briefly in the direction of the man Nat had insinuated earlier. He was by the weight bench with Bucky, the two in a light conversation as he spotted for Sam. You turn back to Nat, reaching for your own bottle of water. Nat does you the courtesy of pretending she hadn’t noticed your momentary distraction, although you’re sure there’s no way that she had missed it.

“Alright, I’ m beat.” You say, gathering your things. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

“Maybe you should shower first,” Nat smirks. “wouldn’t want Rogers catching a whiff of that.”

You glare at her playfully, flipping her off as you make your way towards the door.

You enter the kitchen in a pair of clean sweatpants and a tank top, wringing your hair out in a towel. Mostly everyone is already there, excluding Clint - who was visiting his family for a few days - and Tony, Rhodey, and Vision who were currently off on a mission.

You set your towel on the counter before turning to poke through the fridge.

“How are you gonna set your nasty ass towel on the counter like that?” Sam says, voice full of disgust, “People eat there you know.”

“I can almost guarantee you that my towel is cleaner than half the things you’ve had on this counter, Wilson.”

Sam’s eyes go wide, before he quickly looks back down at his food. You hear both Steve and Bucky chuckle under their breath, whilst Bruce makes a sound of disgust. You pull out a carton of leftover noodles from the Chinese takeout that you’d had the night before. Grabbing a fork, you begin shoveling the noodles into your mouth.

“Jeez y/n slow down, you’re gonna choke.” Steve says, watching you warily.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” you smirk, shoving another forkful into your mouth. Steve blanches, but recovers quickly and picks up another piece of chicken on his fork.

“Anyways,” Steve pauses, swallowing his food, “whilst we’re all here, I want everyone in the training room at 6:00 a.m. sharp tomorrow. I have a few new drills I want to go over with everyone.”

“That’s really fucking funny Steve.”

“I’m serious, y/n. We’ve got a lot we need to cover.”

“Yes, and I have a bed I need to sleep in.” you cross the kitchen shuffling into an empty chair next to Wanda and across from Nat.

The conversation travels elsewhere for the duration of lunch. You’re the first to finish, despite being one of the last to arrive. You stand, moving to throw away the empty noodle carton.

“See you at six, y/n?” Steve asks expectantly.

“Sir, yes sir, Cap.” You ruffle his hair lightly as you move past him, and Steve can’t help but stare after you fondly as you leave the room, heading for the elevator.

The next morning you trudge into the training room. You’re the last one to arrive, but you make no effort to get to the others any faster.

“Glad you could join us.” Steve grins.

“Sorry.” You mumble. “I’m not used to waking up at the ass crack of dawn.”

Steve’s grin only widens as he begins to pair you off. As per usual, you’re with Natasha.

You’re in the middle of practicing the first drill when she asks.

“So, how are things?”

“I mean things are good I guess,” you shrug. “Fury says he has a mission lined up for me next week –“

“You know that’s not what I meant.” She gives you an exasperated look. “I know you have feelings for Steve.” She deadpans.

You sigh. “Feelings is an understatement.” You glance at him – he’s in the middle of watching Wanda spar with Sam – and lower your voice. “The truth is I’m completely in love with him.”

“You’re telling me you’re in love with the man you’ve been constantly sassing for the past eight months? Nooooo…” Natasha says in mock surprise. You smack her lightly on the arm.

“Is it that obvious to everyone or is it just because you’re a super spy?”

“No, it’s pretty damn obvious.” Bucky informs you as he walks past you to join Steve. “To everyone except him of course.” You groan, slapping your hand to your face.

“Y/n it’s pretty fucking obvious he feels the same way.” Natasha assures you, resuming the drill you were meant to be practicing. “Just tell him how you feel.”

“It’s not that simple.” Your arm juts out to block her attack. “I’ve never been the first person to say it before. And for good reason. I don’t think I could handle it if he didn’t say it back.”

A knee hits you in the stomach. “But wouldn’t it be worse not knowing?”

“I don’t know.” Of course it would.

“It’s up to you whatever you decide.” It’s at this moment that you go in with the new kick Steve wanted everyone to practice, catching Natasha off guard and sending her sailing to the ground with a thump.

The rest of training is uneventful. The second it ends you find yourself bolting to your room, not wanting to socialize with anyone. You crawl into bed, not bothering to change out of your sweaty clothes, and curl in on yourself.

It’s been no more than twenty minutes before a knock sounds on your door. You roll to face it but make no move to get up. “Y/n? It’s me. Everything okay.” The voice is muffled through the door, but you would know Steve’s voice anywhere. “You rushed off so quickly after training I was worried something might have happened.”

A smile flits over your face. Steve always did worry too much. You heave yourself off the bed and open your door for him. He wears a small smile, but you can see the worry dancing in his eyes.

You smile softly up at him and he swears he’s never seen anything prettier. “I’m fine.” You reassure him, “Just tired. I’ve had a lot on my mind recently.”

“Want to talk about it?’ Steve offers, trailing behind you as you turn back towards your bed. You nod to the spot next to you, and he sits.

“Not particularly. Just silly things. Things that really shouldn’t be so hard to talk about but for some reason it also feels like my entire world might implode on itself if I do.”

He nods in understanding. He’s one of the few in the compound who would never push you to open up about something if you didn’t want to. “Why don’t I tell you about something that’s been on my mind instead?” he offers.

You nod. “I’d like that.”

“Well I’ve been having these feelings lately. Feelings I haven’t felt since before I went in the ice. And well, to be honest, I didn’t think I would feel them again after I came out, let alone want the life that these feelings would entail.” Your breath catches, and you feel the sadness welling up in your throat. Of course. How could I have ever believed he would want a life with me? “Until I met you.”

Wait.

What?

You couldn’t possibly have heard him right. Before you can even open your mouth, he continues:

“I love you, y/n. And I have for a while. I think -“ You want to let him finish. You really do. But he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world and you swear you can see whole galaxies dancing in his eyes and you just can’t help it.

Your hand finds the back of his neck and before you know it your lips are pressing feverishly to his, and although his body is still for a beat out of shock, his hands quickly find your hips and his lips press just as roughly against yours. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip when you hear a thud against the door and Natasha gruffly whisper “Damnit Sam!”

Steve pulls back giving you an apologetic look before he yanks open the door. Natasha, Sam, and Bucky fall forward slightly through the doorway. Nat smirks knowingly at you over Steve’s shoulder and you roll your eyes.

“Can no one have any privacy here?” Steve reprimands the three. They have the decency to look regretful before Nat and Bucky make a run for it, and you hear Sam say, “At least maybe now you can see her choke,” before Steve grabs the nearest object he can find – a book on mythology that Thor had gifted you on his last visit – and chucks it at Sam’s head as he flees down the corridor. Your cheeks burn as Steve slams the door shut once again and turns back to face you.

“Now, where were we?”

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#beeswritingchallenge #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x you #steve rogers x you #steve fic #steve rogers fic #steve imagine #steve rogers imagine

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imfrozentrash · 6 years

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Helsa One-Shot: “Detention”

Author’s Note: Another addition to my Appreciation Drabble series to some wonderful people. Today’s fanfic goes to @princehansofthecutieisles80 ♡

I also made a Fanfiction account for my Frozen trash! If you want to check it out, you can right here!

Stemming from my Helsa One-Shot: “Proposal Disaster,” Elsa is flashed back to her days as a senior high school student. Honor role and potential valedictorian, what happens when she ends up in detention and bonds with one of her classmates from Calculus? Modern AU. Family.

It was just any other day of the week, really. It was Tuesday, probably Wednesday. But nonetheless, I was glued to my textbook like usual. Calculus was my favorite subject in high school. I definitely grew an interest in any math class I took while your aunt loved literature. The school day already started; it was around 8 in the morning when he walked in.

He always made an entrance when he walked in the room. I never talked to him because I never gave him the time of day. If you asked me, he looked like he was trying too hard; dressed in his leather jacket, white v-neck, dark blue jeans, and his motorcycle helmet held snug under his arm. His backpack, if you even called it that, only had one spiral notebook for all of his classes and an occasional pencil. But only until he had to ask someone else for one just to never give it back to them.

"Mr. Westergaard," our teacher sighed, taking off her glasses. "How is it that you're tardy? Again…" But he just shrugged his shoulders and went to the back of the class where he usually sat. "Fine, if you have nothing to say, you can think about it at detention,"

I just continued my classwork for that day. It wouldn't be the first time he got called out like that in the middle of class. So, as sad as it would sound, it was just like any other day during Calculus.

I was in the hallway after lunch when your aunt came running up to me. Don't tell her this, but I kind of didn't want to talk to her that day because I had a huge exam to get to. But now that I think about it, if it weren't for her, I don't think we would have ever met. Huh…

Anyways, long story short, she was just telling me about your Uncle Kristoff. She talked for so long, it made us both late for class. Now, my history teacher was very strict on being on time. If you didn't sit in your seat when the bell rang, you were marked tardy. If you weren't in the classroom, you were marked absent and he didn't allow anyone in until the bell rang for the next class.

Now, I was in the run for valedictorian and I knew that this exam was probably one of the most important ones to take, aside from the midterm and final. But, when I arrived at the classroom, the door was already closed. I never knew this because I was always on time. But apparently, he posts a sign on the door saying, "If you're tardy and try to knock, I'll fail you for the entire semester" or something along those lines. So, there I was almost on verge of tears, not knowing what to do until he showed up out of nowhere.

"Oh, don't cry about it. It's nothing to cry over anyways," I turned around and he's up against the lockers on his phone.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, feeling irritated. "Haven't you been tardy enough?"

"What, this is my class too," he explained, shoving his phone in his pocket. "It's alright, you wouldn't be the first one to not notice me when I'm in the room," I'm taken back by his remark when I didn't say anything back. It was confusing to me because based on what happened in Calculus, seemed like he catches everyone's attention.

"Hey, that's not-"

"Save it," I walked backward until my back hit the wall and he looked over me. I held my ground as heat crept up my face. "I'd love to hear all about it after school,"

"What are you talking about?" But all he did was move back, already walking down the hall. "Hey, come back here!"

"Room 416. Don't be late this time or you'll really hear it from the Principal," he winked at me from behind his sunglasses and disappeared down the hallway. I didn't know what he meant by that. But when my teacher gave me detention after school for missing the exam, I wasn't looking forward to seeing him again.

And there he was, feet propped up on the desk in front of him while on his phone. I looked around and didn't find any advisor watching over him.

"Hey," he looked up from his phone and smiled almost genuinely. I sighed and took a seat as far away from him as much as possible. But he just jumped in the seat next to me.

"Do you mind? I plan on trying to get some work done,"

"Hey, we have two hours. Might as well make the most of our time, am I right?" He winked at me. I rolled my eyes and just opened up my unfinished Calculus homework. "You're still working on that thing?"

"What and you're already finished? Do you even know how to do it?"

"Hey, I'm just lazy. It doesn't mean that I'm dumb," he looked over at my worksheet and snatched it from my desk.

"Hey!"

"You've got number seven wrong," he tossed it back, it almost falling off my desk.

"What do you know?" I snickered back. But I took a look and saw that I did do the problem wrong. I've been staring at the equation for a good fifteen minutes until he moved his desk close - a little too close, actually - and explained my mistake. Right when I thought I knew all the answers, he made me realize what I did wrong.

Fifteen minutes turned into an hour and we were just casually talking with each other. That same morning, I didn't want anything to do with him. But, after getting to know him a little more, I realized that I misjudged him. We had a little over half an hour left of our detention when an advisor came in.

"Oh good, you two decided to stay after all," the advisor mumbled out loud. I tried to hold my laugh when I heard him chuckle behind me. "After this, you're free to go home, Elsa,"

"What? What about me?"

"Oh, we've got another meeting after this, Mr. Westergaard. Your father is on his way and you'll be sure to meet with him in the Principal's office," and with that, he left us alone again.

"Oh, tough luck Hans," I sympathized lightly, packing up my things early. But I looked over and saw him shift from his usual playfulness to a strong surge of nervousness. "Hans? Are you alright?" But he just sat up from his desk and started pacing around the room. "Hans?"

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, nervously stroking the back of his neck. His breathing started to get louder until I could clearly see his shirt get damp. I got up and tried to calm him down.

"Hans, it's okay. It's just your father," I gently reassured, trying to grab his hand.

"Don't touch me!" He snatched it away so quickly, I felt a sharp pain in my palm. I pulled back, feeling worried. I just watched hopelessly as his pacing got faster and he slid down the wall. I almost broke down when I heard soft cries coming from him as he folded himself in his lap. I didn't care that he was distant, so I persisted. I took a seat next to him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder. To my surprise, he didn't shrink back to my touch.

Instead, he forcefully pulled me into a tight embrace. It caught me off guard so much that I instinctively tried to pull back. But I stopped fighting back when I heard him cry on my shoulder and his grip got tighter. So, we just sat there in the middle of the classroom and I allowed him to cry.

"That was the day I first learned he had anxiety. And the first day we met. Who knew, right?"

"So does he always act like that?"

"Not always, but I understood that he didn't want to show anyone. He was 'too cool for school' to be honest with himself," I chuckled as I showed Thomas the air quotes. "But after about half a year or so, I was able to encourage him to be his true self. I also learned that he's able to calm down without his inhaler when I'm with him. It makes me feel a little special whenever he tells me that,"

"So you both met in detention?"

"That does not mean we're allowing you to get yourself in trouble, young man," I turn around and see Hans standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. I chuckle and smile up at him as he walks in.

"That's right, listen to your father. But I know that our boy is better than that," I assure Hans, running my fingers through our son's hair. Thomas happily snuggles in his bed by my motherly touch.

"Oh, and by the way, your mother was the only one who noticed me every day when I walked in late every morning. She just assumed everyone else saw me too,"

"Really?" Thomas laughs. I smack Hans' arm as I blush in embarrassment.

"Noticed it ever time," he sits next to me and hugs my waist.

I never knew that. I smile to myself.

"Goodnight son," Hans whispers, handing him his stuffed horse. Thomas hugs it close and shuts his eyes.

"Goodnight," he says and I kiss him on his forehead. Hans and I walk out of his room, leaving the door slightly open. We walk down the hall to our shared master bedroom.

"Did you really have to tell him about my days in high school?" Hans sighs in embarrassment as he gets into bed.

"Of course. What else would I talk about it?"

"Oh anything else but that, Elsa. Looking back, I was a real dumbass. I didn't know what the hell I was doing," I lean over and kiss his neck playfully as I intertwine my fingers with his.

"Well, what about his grandparents?" Silence. "Or… maybe about his uncles?" More silence. "Can I, or at least - when can you tell him that story?" I feel disappointed again when he pushes my hand and turns away from me.

"He doesn't need to know about it,"

Thanks for reading! It’s been a while since I’ve posted my own content and I’m really sad about that... School and life catch up with you that I find it harder to find time to do what I love doing. But if you were waiting, thanks for being patient!

If you want a more organized place for some of my fanfiction, you can check out my Fanfiction.net account. I’d appreciate it! (:

@princehansofthecutieisles80 I love you so much! Thank you for being such a great person! I always smile every time you notice me when I see a notification from you in my feed. It’s embarrassing, I know... But I admire you so much and I appreciated all of those time you gave me the slightest time of day when I was lonely. Thank you for being a wonderful human being. I hope this Appreciation Drabble makes your day. ♡

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