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sungbeam · 2 years
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AHH REQUESTS OPEN?? omgomg OK could you perhaps write an angsty yeonjun friends to lovers drabble with a happy ending <//3 like reader and jun are best friends but one night they kiss and either reader or yeonjun completely freaks out over it and starts avoiding the other until they realize they’re in love w the other and need each other SORRY IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE ANGSTY FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE😩😩😩 anyways if you decide to write this, please don’t rush yourself and take all the time you need duckie!!! have a good day 🤍🤍
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choi yeonjun x gn!reader
2.5k words (sorry I KNOW i said 2k max but how can i not y'all), angst, fluff in the beginning if u squint, bffs2l, kithing, idk why but they cry at the end, barely proofread
a/n: nana !! thank u so much for ur request, my luv ^_^ i loved writing it sm i'm so honored to write u an angsty yeonjun fic <3 took much inspo from the vibes of "it kills me" by dxmentia and keshi so yeah (_ _;)
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"Ow."
Choi Yeonjun clicked his tongue, his lips pursing into a cooing pout. "Sorry, honey."
You suppressed your wince and prayed to god he couldn't see your pink-dusted cheeks. Or at least, maybe he would think it was from all the pain coming from your recently pierced ears. No matter how gentle Yeonjun was (and trust that he was incredibly gentle with you), the rubbing alcohol would simply never cease to bring you great pain as it rid your piercings of bacteria and infection. "It's okay. Not your fault. It just kinda hurt."
"You're doing really well," he murmured under his breath. He was so close to you that you could feel his body heat, but he had claimed he had to be so close because the bathroom light was so dim and because he didn't want to miss any blood. Then came his constant praises as he helped you through the process, "It looks good so far, Yn-ie."
You sighed in relief as he stepped away and tossed the soiled cotton swab into the trash. "Does it?" You peered into the mirror and took a peek at your reddened earlobes, studded in sterling silver earrings. 
Yeonjun appeared beside you again and nodded his head. He had even swapped his main earrings to match your studs. Your best friend currently boasted a whopping five piercings, and he'd even thought of an eyebrow piercing at one point. But, as you stared at his pretty, sculpted face, you realized how much you appreciated his decision to only get an eyebrow slit. 
Only. Tch. As if it was something small. It amazed you how attractive such a little thing could be on a person, but you also couldn't help but admit that everything about your best friend was attractive. Even in the dim, cruddy light of his bathroom, he somehow glowed like a sculpture under display lights. 
Yeonjun caught your eyes in the mirror—smiled. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he leaned against the wall next to the door. You wished he hadn't folded his arms across his chest, because now, all you saw were his arms. And his chest. And his smile. And his— "You should get an upper cartilage piercing on your left side," he suggested mindlessly, eyes intent on your face. "Like mine."
You leaned your hip against the bathroom counter. "Okay, slow down, mister. Let's make sure these ones are successful first." You gestured to the studs in your earlobes now. 
He pushed off the wall and stepped into your space, teeth capturing his bottom lip. "It'll be fine," he said with a roll of his eyes. He raised his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from your eyes. He was so close again. 
"Didn't your second ones almost get infected, like, four times?"
He deadpanned, and you giggled, head tilting back slightly. 
Oh, if only you'd seen the stars in his eyes whenever he watched you laugh. It made his heart palpitate whenever he made you happy. (He just wished he could make you even happier.)
Yeonjun snapped out from his daze, clearing his throat. It was wrong to have feelings for you like he did, wasn't it? But what about all of your lingering stares? Did they mean anything like his did? "Laugh all you want, but they're still here, aren't they?"
You sobered into a wide grin. "Okay, okay. Whatever." You placed your palms on his chest and gave him a light push out of the bathroom door. "Now, out! I gotta do my things."
Yeonjun's bottom lip jutted out. "Aww, why can't I just do my night things while you do your night things?"
"Because you always insist on brushing each other's teeth?"
"It's not that weird."
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, yes it is that weird, Jun." 
You stepped out of the bathroom for a moment, intent on going to grab something from your overnight bag. What you hadn't anticipated was the slight lift in the carpeting; you swore it hadn't been there before. Your foot hooked onto the crevice and your eyes widened as you were sent flying. 
Yeonjun's instincts caught you, and your body hit his with an "oomf" falling from his lips. The both of you landed in a heap on the floor, but he had broken your fall, your body parallel over him. Your noses brushed, your hair fell over his forehead. 
His eyelashes fluttered and he licked his lips with his eyes darting between your eyes and your mouth. "Yn…" he murmured, and you felt the delicate, but hesitant touch of his hand smoothing the hair on the back of your head. 
He coaxed you down to him, his head lifting slightly to meet your lips. 
You wondered if the heartbeat pulsing like a bass drum was yours or his or both of yours—your chests were pressed together like glue, sandwiched together and clinging to dear life. Yeonjun's head hit the carpet, and his fingers threaded in your hair, a small content hum spilling into your mouth. 
That woke you up. 
You rocketed off of him, quite literally scrambled away. 
He seemed to realize the same thing when you noticed how wide his eyes had gotten. Yeonjun sat against his bed, his gaze settled on you as he waited with bated breath for your next move. 
"I'm sorry," you choked out and fumbled to your feet. In a daze, you hurriedly grabbed your overnight bag from the foot of his bed. 
"Yn—wait, Yn!" Yeonjun could only sit there and reach for you helplessly as you swept yourself out of his room, out of his apartment, as if you hadn't even been there in the first place. 
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The kiss had been a mistake, you'd told your roommate Yeji. 
She had scoffed, and pressed, "You love him, Yn. That's what this is, isn't it?" But she'd drawn up a bath and put on a movie for you to make you feel better anyway.
You could hear the exasperation in her voice, but you didn't need her to tell you that to know. Harboring feelings like this for Yeonjun was always difficult when you spent so much time in his presence, hearing about his day, feeling his affectionate gestures, dealing with your heart skipping every time he did something as small as open the door for you. No, you definitely did not need Yeji to tell you that you were in love with him.
There was this certain uneasiness about you the next few days. The hair on the back of your neck was constantly standing up; you always felt colder, emptier, even with the fan off and sunlight streaming through the windows. There was something so miserable about having no notifications from your best friend, especially since a part of you hoped that you had dreamt the kiss and that it truly had been all your imagination. 
But reality slammed back into you on Saturday morning. 
Early Saturday morning grocery shopping had always been something that you and Yeonjun did together, but as you stood in the self check-out lane, mindlessly scanning your items and placing them in the bagging area, you tried imagining doing this all over again next week—alone. 
The lane next to you opened up, and you had the sudden urge to look up. 
Yours and Yeonjun's eyes met at once, a clashing of waves against a cliff face, the memory of that night resurfacing and lingering. He was swaddled in a hoodie with his dark hair hanging in his eyes, and you wondered if he'd lost sleep over that night like you had. Or maybe you were being dramatic, but you feared what came next. 
"Hey," he said first, then abruptly cleared his throat. 
You set a head of lettuce onto the scanner to be weighed. "Hi." 
You went quiet when, after you'd moved the lettuce, Yeonjun stepped over and lifted the large carton of mangoes from the counter for you so you could scan it. He set the mangoes down in your shopping cart, and you continued on like clockwork. You hadn't asked, and you never needed to ask with him, and thus, you were left at a crossroads now. (How did one ask their best friend if they loved them back in a way that best friends shouldn't?)
Yeonjun went back to his own station and started checking out his selected items, while you pulled your wallet out to pay for yours. 
"Thank you for the help," you murmured beneath the sound of the chirping register.
He bobbed his head, swallowed. "No problem." 
And then you were ready to leave—your items were bagged up and loaded into the cart, you'd grabbed your receipt from the printer—but you lingered still. Because he wasn't done yet. 
You bit your lip and drummed your fingers along the handle of your cart. Yeji's voice urging you to just tell him echoed in your mind, over and over again. When you opened your mouth to say something, he beat you to it. 
"Your, uhm, piercing might be infected."
You blinked, then turned to him. Out of all the things he could've said… maybe you were hopeless. "Is it?" You twisted the urge to reach up and touch your piercings, and though you'd tried to clean them out these past few days like he showed you, perhaps you had missed a few spots. 
Yeonjun hoisted the bags from his counter and walked out with you toward the exit. "It's a little red. I—" he stopped himself, hesitated. "Did you want to come over tonight?"
"Jun…"
He stopped to face you, and there in his expression, you saw the lines of desperation. This wasn't about the piercing or the infection. "I just wanna make sure you're okay." 
And dear god, if you didn't want to make sure he was, too. 
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It was just a kiss, right? 
You had been weighing the pros and cons of—well, whatever was going to happen next. It was less of pros and cons, and more of convincing yourself that you hadn't just ruined one of the relationships you cherished most in your life. Because when you realized that you full-blown, head-over-heels, oh-good-lord loved Choi Yeonjun… man, did the world cave in. 
You inhaled deeply before slotting your copy of his apartment key into the lock and letting yourself in. The smell of spices and the crackling sound of sizzles erupted into your senses as you closed the door behind you. Just to your left, Yeonjun stood at the stove with his back to you, laboring over a pan of what you could guess was fried rice. He knocked the plastic spatula along the rim of the pan and set it down on the counter. 
"Hey," he said over his shoulder while he shut off the hood range's fan. "Thanks for coming."
You nodded and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Thanks for having me." You didn't know what to do, where to sit, how to exist in this space for some reason. 
Yeonjun walked toward you and rested his hand between your shoulder blades. "Let's take a look at your ears, hm?"
Of course, you wanted to say. Of course he would worry about you first. 
The bathroom light was dim as it flickered on. The bottle of isopropyl had been sitting untouched in the corner of the medicine cabinet, and Yeonjun pulled it out and dipped the tip of a cotton swab into the clear liquid. His touch was gentle as the alcohol bit its way into the earring hole, cleaning out any of the build up that might have accumulated there. 
You stared at the counter, your neck and head tilted to give him easy access so that he could see in the dim lighting. You wondered if the reason why he hovered a little farther away this time was because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. 
When he had finished cleaning up your piercings and confirmed that it wasn't infected just yet, you found yourself sitting across from him at his small table in the kitchen. Yeonjun set a bowl of fried rice in front of you, and you murmured out a small thank you. The steam rose to meet your face and you realized that the smell of the food he always made you had your body relaxing. Home-cooked meals were things that either you, Yeonjun, or the both of you made for each other—and with that in mind, you wondered once more, how could you think about a world without him around?
He settled in his seat, posture slumped, as he watched you take a bite. Then he picked up his spoon and picked at his own bowl. "Yn… are we cool?
Your spoon slowed on its way back into the bowl. When you looked at him, you found that he was waiting for your answer with a nervous sheen in his eyes. You set your spoon down to play with a stray thread on your jacket sleeve. "I think so."
"You think so," he echoed, but it sounded empty, as if he was uncertain if he heard you correctly. He scratched the side of his face, his jaw clenched in thought. "The—the kiss, Yn."
You inwardly winced. "Yeah."
He was fumbling for words. "I—I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or step over boundaries, and I… I totally get it if you hate me for it. I just thought that was…" His voice died, lost its confidence, as he met your gaze again. He whispered, "I just thought you liked me, too."
Oh, dear Lord. Did he just say too? Your head was spinning at how your heart thundered in your ribcage. "Jun, I don't just like you," you stammered. "I literally—I'm in love with you. And I could never hate you."
"But Yn, you just left—"
"I know," you cut in and your hands flew to your hair. "I'm sorry, Jun. I'm so sorry. I was just… I was just scared of what that might have meant, and I didn't wanna lose you." You heard your voice break at the lattermost words, and your vision was beginning to blur. 
Yeonjun's chair rattled against the floor as he clambered out of his seat, then rounded the table to get to you. He was shaking his head, hands grabbing your face in his warm palms, begging you to look at him. His eyes were lined in gold from the warm light of the kitchen reflecting off the tears pooling. 
"Oh, sweetheart," he rasped, kneeling before you. Both yours and his hands shook in the other's hold, lips quivering. "Christ, I thought I lost you, Yn."
You shook your head back and forth. "I love you," you repeated. "I dunno what I'd do without you."
His mouth pulled into a smile as he laughed through the tears now streaming down the slopes of his cheekbones. "Glad we're on the same page now."
He rose up a little to pull an extra chair closer to sit next to you. "I love you too, Yn," he promised, leaning toward you and ghosting his lips over yours. "I love you so much."
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a/n: yeah,, , so that happened kdnfjd tbh i can't even tell if that was sad or not i can't even tell my own angst writing anymore T_T
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bartonbones · 1 year
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3, 11, 27
3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos)?
I think I am def most proud of Dog Days are Over!! It's my longest ever one-shot, and also the only 5+1 fic I've ever written, although I did kind of cheat. I think most of what I wanted to land landed well and the thing I am most proud of is that it's the only fic I've ever written that I actually had the motivation to re-write. The first version was a much truer 5+1 and didn't have the connective tissue or overarching theme that it does now, and I rewrote at least half of it after I figured out what I wanted to do with it. I almost never do that because i'm very lazy, but i took the time with it and i think it def paid off!!
11. What work took you the longest to write?
In the absolute opposite vein of dog days, a new place to be from originally had a much longer and more ambitious version that i can...barely remember now LOL. I knew I wanted to write Steve and Jonathan but I just...never felt like I could pin them down and get them to talk. Mostly becuase the ending of s4 is so catastrophic that Plot Components bogged me down--i hate plot, i'm not good at it, and i hate having to weave around it to do what i really want to do which is Write Sad Boys Having Dull, Sad, Conversations. as i'm typing this i remember that the longer version was a much slower burn friendship and would've involved different play-dates between all the characters--i wanted steve and nancy to have an awkward sleep over where they can kind of work through whatever they've got going on (i know ur a stancy truther and that's so valid but one thing about me is that i love unrequited love more than anything and also i can't physically do that to jonathan), i wanted jonathan and robin to become friends (they're both weirdos!! they'd get on!!), i have a whole dialogue of steve and robin talking about the russian torture that i loved but like would have to write so much other stuff to get them to say...in the end it just took me forever to get out even what i did publish and to be honest i still don't know why it was like pulling teeth when so much of it would have been so fun !!! but alas!! they were so fucking stubborn that i gave up and published what i had so it would stop staring at me in google docs like the fucking eyes of t.j. eckleberg. also i think partially i just wanted to write a manifesto of My Stranger Things Character Opinions which probably wouldn't have suited anyone LMAO
27. What do you listen to while writing?
This is so fun and easy to answer becuase I always listen to a sad, moody song on repeat so they're always in my youtube music rewind (i'm a freak, but i've been using it since i was 13 and im too old to learn new tricks)
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There u go!! my top five Moody, Sad Songs to write Moody, Sad Conversations to !!
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narttebyo · 2 years
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don’t know if anyone has made this comparison but shou resembles stitch here so have this quick side by side showing y’all what i mean
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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years
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hi! ik sojourner's already ended but i have an(other?) idea in case u ever pick it up since i love ur albedo 😳😳 ok so
what abt a reader who is rlly excited abt alchemy, but they avoid talking abt it bc they start rambling and stuttering and stumbling over their words bc they're so excited? they get assigned/asked to go w/ albedo bc they're rlly good at alchemy too, but they end up fidgeting a lot, muttering and stopping just a few words in before their volume rises and giving short answers when w/ him bc they're afraid of rambling (since they do it to think better when alone, sometimes insulting and arguing w the objects when they don't get the expected result) & being seen as annoying or unprofessional?? i'd like to see how he reacts to these and what he'd think!! and how or when he discovers the reason reader is acting like that
it's kinda (a lot, rlly skowkskdk i always have ideas but never write them) specific, but i rlly like the idea!! i'd love to see what u do w/ it if u ever pick it up in the future :D hope you're staying hydrated and well🥺🥰 -🌌
What do you mean Sojourner's already ended, Sojourner is eternal, Sojourner is forever-
Kidding aside, this is too cute to pass up, even if it's quite a lot! Cute Albedo brainrot moments always please. It might be too much sometimes but I hope you enjoy my interpretation of it! Scenarios format! Starry night, oh I'm always hydrated, thank you and I hope you're well!
For the Record
Albedo working with a Reader that's highly enthusiastic about alchemy but insecure about rambling... (masterlist)
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You dealt with Alchemy a year before the Kreideprinz entered Mondstadt, your attunement to the mystic arts baffling and intriguing you every time. During that period, you're not really sure of what art you're doing but in the end, you kept doing great that the people had acknowledged your talents.
Through your own effort and self-study even if unnamed, you managed to put your talent into this art of Alchemy and created discoveries regarding powders and mineral-focused ingredients. It was a shame there was no one to share it to, and when you talk to scholars/practitioners alike, you end up rambling so much to the point that on their end you barely make sense. Whether this was caused by your eaten words or lax and personalized vocabulary over the matter, you're not sure.
Their confused and judgmental stare haunts you, leaving you alone with your raging thoughts and overworking mind when you just want to learn and expand your discoveries to other people without driving them away. Your enthusiasm is great and all, but it's not enough to make others understand.
So when the Chalk Prince entered Mondstadt, blessing the city with his scholarly knowledge and boundless creations, he easily made a name for himself and in extension the city itself.
Before Sucrose and Timaeus, you were called upon by the Grand Master Varka to accompany Albedo and be his temporary assistant seeing as his field in the division is still quite new and you were the only other 'Alchemist' in town besides him. You're both giddy and nervous, like really, really nervous.
You've heard of Albedo and maybe a caught a glimpse or two, but you've never actually interacted enough to know exactly what he looks like or how he is as a person. All you know is that he's a very, very attractive person overall.
"Good-looking, carries this aura of wisdom around him, he's just really charming," were the words that rang through your mind as you pointedly watched your steps, following the carpets leading to Ordo Favonius' laboratory while Lisa's words rang through your head.
Is he really that kind of person? You've heard that he's quite stoic too, but if he's really that distracting, you're scared that it would be harder for you to focus and help out. Honestly how would you even deal with him when your fields of Alchemy are so different from each other?
You have no idea how long you've been thinking, standing in contemplation in front of the set of double doors that leads to the workshop with nothing but doubt in your mind. But upon realizing the teal gaze of another person silently waiting instead of wooden doors, you figured it was far too long.
"Ah, I'm sorry! I was in my head, I wasn't expecting you to-!" You flailed your hands around comically before abruptly stopping, noticing the now confused stare of Albedo of which are distracted by your hands. Clearing your throat, you extended a hand towards him to shake, trying to stare anywhere but his face. "I'm (Y/N), I'll be your assistant until you're well settled in the city. It's nice to meet you, Ma-"
His hand finds yours in a firm grip, a firm shake so sudden you bit your tongue back, "Albedo, Kreideprinz of the Art of Kemia, but just Albedo is fine, I'll be under your care."
Albedo finds it intriguing and surprisingly not that distracting whenever you talk to yourself or to the ingredients whenever you so much as feel the slightest frustration. "Ugh, this Zinc powder is so stubborn, clingy," you angrily mumbled under your breath as you washed off the blue powder that spilled at your hand, "So, so clingy." Since you're facing the sink, you couldn't see the way he was holding himself from laughing audibly at your amusing antics.
You seemed lively and open, is what Albedo thought when he first met you. But this observation soon shattered when he kept getting hanged upon your abrupt stops when delving into your field, something he was really irked about the first few times. Your art of Alchemy is much different from his and he's wishing that you'd clarify and expound all your learnings to him, but in the end, you somehow step back everytime your words became lengthy.
Are you hiding something? Did you not want him to learn the same arts as yours? If those were the case, he couldn't bring himself to ask a simple question such ad why. Every time it crosses his mind, it brings a purse of a pout to his lips and furrowed eyebrows.
Every response you gave always hints even tiny bits of trivias and tips he's never heard, Albedo always takes note of your spills that always cuts before reaching its climax. "-sorry, yes, this is activated charcoal Geo and Pyro slimes reaction." He lets out an audible sigh upon your retreat, your frustrated mind too occupied to notice.
"Please," his desperation drips in his word when he looks at you with eyes filled with raw emotion you'd never know he'd be able to pull off. Your tightly locked lips only pressed on further at his puppy eyes, "Please continue, I wish to know more about your Alchemy, if you would be so kind."
"It's not really- I'm not really the best at explaining it..." You're almost fidgeting, cheeks aching from tensing and warmth. But he regarded you with a blank stare, forcing you to fill the silence, "If I- If I start, my ramblings may not uhm they're not easy to comprehend... or something."
Albedo had been watching more than he'd like to admit, and he's come to relieved (yet still confused) realization that your treatment with him wasn't his alone. You always step back before things get lengthy, words then cutting short and concise with a steeled expression. Lips caught between teeth.
"I digress," his hand motions to yourself to emphasize his next clause. "As your field and sole practitioner of this art, like my own condition, your word of mouth is the best ground of knowledge."
If he was irritated, he's doing a very good job in hiding it. And even with the respectable yet close distance in between you still felt cornered. This is still your master and it's not professional to refuse a scholarly talk, "The electro crystals when charged... ionized? create sparks, while also producing the same result when smacking- mining!"
The scribbles of his pen against his clipboard as he nods in attention urges you on, realizing his focus and sincere interest on the topic, "So when you put the little tidbits or even powdered version in a beaker thingy, depending on the material, they interact with the spark. Honestly, I'm unsure yet how lethal it is but if you put the sparks under fire too, they make like those makeshift gunpowder as well as additional reactions such as-!"
The lilt and proceeding high pitch in your voice usually signifies the approach of your insecurity as well as the climax of your enthusiasm. At this point, you pull your hand up to shut your mouth forcefully, and when Albedo really detests the abrupt end of the conversation his hand would shoot forward to grasp your own.
He'd intertwine your fingers to distract, before urging you to continue with a challenging stare, as if daring you to use your other hand to pull that off again. This whole scene felt oddly scandalous, but oh boy does it send your mind into a bambling, overloaded mess. A heated head forces your lips open even if they sometimes come out in a jumbled string, he learns to decipher them.
The more you get used to or feel more comfortable, Albedo uses that fondness skillfully whenever he wants. "Can you tell me more about the scarlet chunks from Dragonspine?" He throws it so casually in the silence as you two work back to back in your stations, without a beat as your mind is partially preoccupied, you answered into a narrative of trivia. It almost feels like you're talking to the flames of the bunsen while you wait, but Albedo smiles at the now filled silence as he listens with divided attention.
He really likes your voice, and the word of wonders you bring along with you.
"For the record, I don't mind it at all," his breath hovers on your lips, cold and prickly, "Whatever comes out of these lips, I want to hear it all."
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That last part eheh
Woah, this went long. Like reader babbling hahaha. I said I'm gonna speedrun, not freaking write this long smh
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mugiwara-rosewolf · 3 years
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Hiiii💚hope ur have a good day/night if it not to much to ask can i have Zoro with a female reader who to shy to confess her feeling for him. You could end it anyway u want 💚
Hello Anon! I loved the concept you sent me, but it turned out a *little* different than I anticipated. If this isn’t what you were hoping for, feel free to Bop me in the DM’s and I’ll try again. Hope you enjoy!
Timid Confession
Zoro x Shy!Reader
6 Romantic Do’s and Don’ts--Swordsman Edition
(Warning: mild cursing. Stupid pirates.)
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There comes a time, when every soul on Earth must be open and unbearably honest with another. A time when you must expose yourself. A time where you must open the ribcage of your chest to reveal the butterflies in your stomach, the fluttering of your heartbeat, and the way your breath hitches when a certain silhouette walks by. There comes a time when you have no choice but to lay your life--mind, body and soul--on the line and take a risk. In theory, this is something you know quite well. As a warrior of the Straw hat crew, this willingness to put everything at risk for your dreams is an everyday reality. But what about when that risk is a person? Surely the basic gist is still the same...right?
Wrong. Johnny and Yosaku used to laugh about this a lot--to your face--about how you are an absolute disaster outside of battle. The stoic, competent warrior shown on your bounty poster would vaporize as soon as you sheath your sword. Otherwise, you were a bashful, stumbling mess. And once a certain moss-haired hunter joined the crew...you were finished. With the flash of his sword, he caught your attention. With his wicked-sharp slit of a smile, he punctured the deepest parts of you. Your fate was sealed. Roronoa Zoro would be the death of you. 
Everyone seemed to know what this strange phenomenon was, but to you, it was a goddamned mystery. It was a miracle that you were ever able to speak more than a dozen words to him on any given day. When your paths diverged for the first time, it was almost a relief. But from then on, there was always a gap in your plans. An empty bunk on your ship that used to be filled with snores at the most random hours. Your chest always ached at the memory. 
It was in that space of absence that you realized--you loved him. The thought alone was enough to turn your whole world turned topsy-turvy. Then the Baratie happened. Then Mihawk, then Arlong and then--this peculiar straw-hat pirate, this boy that Zoro had sworn his fealty to--invites you along on his grand adventure. After all the things you’d seen and done, seeing the anticipation glistening in Roronoa’s eyes...how could you say no?
Life since then has been the wildest ride you could ever dream of. Marines, mercenaries, Giant whales and dinosaurs--it’s like something out of a fairy tale. And during all that time, one thing hasn’t changed. Zoro. Your heart pounds in your chest when you hear his footfalls approaching. Butterflies swim up to your throat every time you hear his voice. butterflies in your stomach. Your breath hitches, just from the way he looks at you. There were so many nights, hunkered down with Johnny and Yosaku in some tavern somewhere, where you wondered what you would say to him. To Zoro, if your paths ever crossed again. 
Now here you are, reunited, chasing your dreams together. And yet you still can’t speak, let alone freaking breath in his presence. It was a nightmare. Stuttering every line, palms sweating, knees trembling, face catching fire--every possible symptom under the sun now seemed to increase ten-fold. How the heck were you supposed to genuinely bond with the man you loved when you could barely talk?
Nami was the first to catch on. Of course, she was. Her suggestion was to trick him into confessing his feelings for you. The moment she said the words you just stared at her. You swore right then and there this lady was crazy. Like, ‘dingo ate my baby’ crazy. There was no way in any of the Blues that Zoro had feelings for you. How could he? Every interaction was stilted and awkward. The only reason you two fought well together was that you’d done it before. God, how you’d missed it, in the time he’d been away. You quickly shook yourself free of the thought.
 “Z-Zoro doesn’t work like that,” you’d told her. “Anything underhanded is either--is either gonna fly over his head or piss him off. I-I can’t, I can’t do that…” 
The second time was Chopper’s idea. He hadn’t meant to overhear, but his curious little ears were very sensitive and… “well, I want to help you and Zoro”. 
Which--okay. Zoro and Chopper adore each other. The swordsman is always co concerned and gentle with the young doctor. But he never belittles your resident reindeer for his age or size. That was something you already admired about the elder swordsman. He maintained gratifying respect for everyone in the crew--even Sanji. Nevertheless. You found it very endearing that Copper wanted to help you confess your feelings. As you soon discovered, however...that sweet, innocent winter reindeer had no clue about human romance whatsoever. 
“Well, that was a waste-a--” 
“Wonderful lesson in reindeer culture!” You interjected. Cutting off the cat burglar before she could finish her sentence. “But, uh, m-maybe there are other ways I can go about...er, ya know.”
And so, Nami called in reinforcements. Usopp the Liar. The long-nosed sniper was dragged into the room by his ear. Nami recounted the situation as I hid my face in my hands. His eyes practically sparkled with excitement.
 “Ooh! Okay! I have a great idea! How about I go up to Zoro and start bragging about you, ya know, all the awesome adventures you went on before you saw each other again. Then he’d know just how awesome you are and he’d have to ask you out. I mean, he’s already in lo--” 
“L-loudly snoring in the galley, I’m sure,” you excused quickly, shaking your head. “But if you interrupt his nap, all he’s gonna do is skin you alive.” Ussop visibly paled at the matter-of-fact statement. “I don’t--I don’t want anyone else getting hurt on my behalf so let’s just--I’ll figure something else out.”
Leaving the little pow-wow below decks, you bump into none other than your beloved’s worst enemy--Sanji, the ‘Ero-Cook’. “Ah, Y/N!” He cried in jubilation.
“Sanji!” You squeaked out. Your sudden alarm gave him pause.
“You look distressed, mademoiselle,” The observation alone was enough to turn his expression into a stormcloud incarnate. “If that damned Marimo broke your heart, I swear--”
“N-n-n-n-no!” You hurried to reassure him, waving your hand before Sanji could start kicking anything. “That’s not it at all! I mean, we were talking about--but he didn’t--I mean, he wasn’t even--” after so many fumbles you eventually just gave up, heaving a heavy sigh. “It’s nothing. I’m just bad at being brave.”
“I don’t believe it,” The cook’s immediate reply has you looking up at him in surprise. You saw him pull a cigarette from the pocket of his suit. “Not in a million years. You are one of the bravest angels sailing the seas, Y/N--whatever it is that scares you, they should be ten times more afraid.”
“You still talking about Zoro?”
“Damn right I am,” Sanji growled, his vitriol for Zoro overpowering his typical decorum. His lighter flickered to life as his eyes met yours. “It’s a gentleman’s job to court a lady, make her feel precious and desired. That brute can’t tell romance from a brick wall.”
“Whatchu talkin’ bout bricks for?” Another voice queried. Both you and Sanji turn. There, at the other end of the hall, is your captain. “Bricks got nothin’ to do with Zoro.”
“L-Luffy,” You stammered. “I thought you were at the figurehead, with Zoro?”
“I was, but then he decided to nap somewhere else. So I came here.” Luffy stated clearly, hands perched proudly on his hips. He looked between you and Sanji again, still curious. “So, why you guys talking about Zoro and bricks?”
“Because that’s how dense he is,” Sanji retorted. “Moss-head can’t tell that our darling Y/N is head-over-heels for his dumbass.” a trail of smoke slithered from between his gritted teeth. 
At the mention of your name, Luffy turned and cocked his head. “But your head is below your heels. Isn’t that how people work?”
“M-most of the time, yes,” Sanji let out a sigh and a low curse. You bit your lip a moment before electing to explain. “But that’s not--what he means is, er, that I....uh, oh how do I explain this? Um. I want to tell Zoro something. But I’m not sure how.”
Your captain stared blankly at you. As if you’d smacked yourself in the face with a plank of wood and he couldn’t sure why. “Why are you so scared?” He asked, point-blank. “Whatever’s the most you thing to do, do it that way. Don’t worry about anything else, Y/N.” 
Both you and Sanji shared a glance. The cook’s narrowed eyes told you he was a little bit sceptical. But he shrugged. He knew better than to question your captain’s logic. You, on the other hand, felt as if the sky had suddenly opened up. The next time you looked back at Luffy, your smile was as bright as the midday sun. “I think...I think you got the right idea, Luffy. I’ll give it a shot!”
Walking past both young men, you found your way to one of Zoro’s favourite napping places. Nami’s orchard. When you find him there, time seems to pause for a moment. The wash of the waves against the ship, the scent of the sun and the salt of the sea. That tang of citrus and those bright spots of colour in the trees--all those things seem hushed now. All you see is that head of mossy green hair and the entrancing rise-and-fall of his breath. You found a rake near Usopp’s garden boxes. It was like you had told the sniper earlier. If you prod a sleeping swordsman, you’ll get skinned alive. That is if you stand within swords-length. 
Blades of grass softly crunch under your shoes as you tip-toe your way to the tree where Zoro is resting. When you’re close enough to reach, you turn the rake over in your hand; electing to poke him with the wooden tip instead of the metal points. If he felt the metal he might mistake it for a weapon and a genuine threat. Goodness knows you and your old bounty-hunting crew had plenty of threats to your sleep over the years. 
One poke. No response. Two pokes. A groan and a slight shift. Then the snoring returns. You poke him three times; poke-poke-poke. He groans and shifts, his brow furrowing at the disturbance. But he still doesn’t open his eyes. You huffed to yourself. You really thought the three-pokes would work. Three was Zoro’s favourite number, after all. Patience fizzling along with your nerve, you finally jab him in the side. 
“Zoro!”
The swordsman jolts awake. He looks up, seeing the broomstick near his shoulder, and traces it to you. “Why are you poking me with a rake?” 
The moment his eyes land on you, all your fizzling patience and brazen nerve seem to vanish into the air. Butterflies surge from your stomach in a tidal wave, suddenly clogging up your throat. Your heartbeat jolts in speed at the sudden onslaught. The rake clatters from your hands as you flounder in embarrassment. “T-to, to avoid being fileted by a grumpy swordsman.”
Zoro huffed. “Put that thing away,” You hurry to do so. It is a vain hope that you might beagle to drain the warm flush from your face by the time you return. All the while, your fellow swordsman scrubs the sleep from his face with one hand. “Why’d you wake me up?” 
“I-I, I wanna talk to you.” You abruptly drop yourself into the grass beside him. Standing above him in this orange grove somehow made you feel weird. If you were gonna have this conversation, you felt you needed to be on the same level.
“Okay, then talk.” 
“Er, okay. So…Zoro, I-I mean I’ve been meaning to tell you that I--” you hesitate. But this time you swallow the lump in your throat, summon your courage--and expose your beating heart. “--I love you.”
Zoro is silent for a long moment. His eyes never waver from where you now sit beside him. Swords propped on his other side, he has his arms wrapped around his knees. Ever since he woke up, his expression hasn’t changed. He just looks at you, plain and straightforward as can be when he says; “Okay.” 
You splutter. The single word response is nearly enough to throw you into conniptions. “Wha-what do you mean just, ‘okay’? I’ve been agonizing over how to tell you how I feel for-for ages! And all you have to say is ‘okay’?!” 
The swordsman snorted. “Like words are the only thing that matters. Your actions speak for you, Y/N. I thought my actions made it clear that I--” 
“...You what?” You blink, watching the spark of a blush rush vividly across the swordsman's’ cheeks. 
“I-I love you, dammit! There. You happy now?” 
The instant those words reached your ears, your smile bloomed like a sunflower. After all the ideas and voices and fears you’d heard today, you could hardly believe it--they were right! After all the years preparing for this moment, you could finally look someone in the eye and speak your truth. “I couldn’t be happier.”
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abloomingperiod · 4 years
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baekhyun as a bf
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it wasn’t supposed to be this big tbh
you can tell by the fucker’s face, he is annoying af
k seriously tho
even though byun is all smiles and pranks he definitely seems like a serious person on the personal side
constantly asking himself if it’s the right thing to do putting u in such a historically brutal position such as dating an idol
you having to reassure him way too often that it was your decision to make, not his
“sweetie i’m here because i want to stop going off” “cool but like are you su-” “dude i swEAR TO GOD”
it’s not something he likes thinking it just happens okay he’s worried b patient to the babee
since his last relationship didn’t end up very well, he would probably take mONTHS to actually claim you as his girlfriend
seriously tho i fume just thinking about that time
it happened on a friday night when he was playing on the pc, chanyeol was calling and babyboi was like “srry cant talk rn exchanging breaths with my girl”
you were scrunching your nose for a sec but them you realized what he said and were like !!!!
him enjoying the fact his words got you so flustered and playing it cool like chill out dude as if you didn’t know we were dating by now
????????? in fact ou were so surprised bcs u didn’t even know the boys knew abt ur existence
“like... they KNOW??????”
“of cOURSE they know junmyeon would kick my ass if i didn’t explain to him why i missed our dinner last night”
you guys are so comfortable with the fact your relationship ain’t official you decided at the same night thisbis how you prefered to stay like
he’s not okay with going public after what happened in the past and you agree and support his desire to keep it private
i could write a whole essay dissing saesangs
that doesn’t mean he won’t hang out with you
after all, you’ve been friends for ages now
and the boys know abt u
chanyeol keeps biting byun’s butt but you’re okay with that
was there any other option? ofc not
talking about ass
he’s one
honestly such a tease
always finding a way to make u flustered
“babe look at me” “what” “i love you” “god i love you too” “and your ass looks amazing today” “leave me alone”
always slaps your butt
doesn’t matter the context
sexual or not
he loves him some butt
lol dates
like literally you sit there and spend the night playing and eating together
every lol date is a different dish ordered
since you gotta keep it low profile
might as well do it right
he’s an observer
constantly stops what he’s doing to admire you
sometimes you’re like watching a movie or idk brushing ur teeth
he stands there in the door frame all dumbfounded burning loveholes into your skull
you’re like ...stop it
he’s like . no
he’s so emotional i’m not even exaggerating
keeps joking around when he’s around people and everybody seems to think he’s a dork who just can’t stop talking nonsense
(which he is)
but when you guys are alone
oh boy
he’s so sensible
literally writes on post-its and places it around your apartment before he leaves for practice on mornings
not all of them are cute tho
once your friend was like “hey y/n idcwho’s dicking you down but i think the person got the feels”
you completely forgot to take off the “your taste already left my mouth. dinner tonight at 8 and i’ll be eating twice” post-it
like
he literally put it in your refrigerator’s door
you legit wanted to die
but then on other days it’s like
“i promised, throughout my whole life, this heart belongs to you.”
honestly so intense
when you guys argue it’s like a conquest to see who can act more like a spoiled kid
but basically go off with your frustrations and then one of u ends up cooling off in the shower
later either you or him get in there too asking if the other is feeling better
tbh not that often do u guys fight
most of the times is like
“okay,,, this is unnecessary” “yeah screw it”
but sometimes it gets really heated
and you’re both frustrated
straightforward speaking, you guys have sex
very
rough
sex
he’s a switch k let’s be real
loves making you beg
loves begging for you
not the type to degrade or hurt you or anything
like he’s a light dom
and by that i mean he will pound in you rough and slow until you’re begging him to let you cum but keeps kissing your flushed cheeks and tightly intertwining your hands as he lovingly whispers “you fucking love those type of fights don’t you”
loves LOVES being blindfolded
lowkey a freak but moderately
absolutely loves it when he ties you up and makes you say exactly what you want
will always stuck two or three fingers in so you have a hard time speaking
as i was saying, the absolute worst
“baekhyun... please-“ “fucking say it” “please... baby... fuck me” “hard nut”
is shamelessly vocal
groans
whimpers
desperate moans
aftercare baekhyun is a look
his hair all disheveled, dazed eyes and flushed lips
yk that look from the city lights photoshoot with his glossy skin and damp hair
yeah
he loves you so much and seeing you all blissed out after sex makes him, curiously, very very soft
everything you guys said during the argument is quickly forgotten as you exchange a few sorry’s and deep kisses in between
loves feeling your skin against his as he embraces your shoulders hugging you to his chest
you leave pecks on the scratchings your nails did on his skin and he just lays there all fucked out and smiles like 💕💞💓💘💘💖💗💞💓💗💕💝💘💖💕💞💓💗💗💞💖💘💞💘💖
and he’s horny again
it’s not like he’s a teenager he just absolutely loves being this intimate to you
and then you have a bath together bcs sticky
loves making coffee like at 6am to you so he can wake you up and have breakfast together
the type to wake you in this worst way possible
he rips the sheets off of you
regardless of how cold it is at that hour
and jumps over
“wake up egg”
as you guys head to the kitchen he sits you on his lap and feeds you :(
his arms around your waist and keeps leaving tiny pecks on your cheeks as he rests his cheek on your back and heavily sighs
“ya your breath stinks”
“you stink dummy”
sings ballads out of the blue
you’re like reading or smth
and he’s like
appado gWAENCHANHA
“shut it or i’ll rip off your chords with my bare hands”
“i dare you”
you actually made out after you chased him around the couch
so annoyingly dense
like you were taking your clothes off
his lips on your neck
and then he’s like
“btw my mother wants to meet you”
you literally froze
bra slipping off your shoulders
“????? you mother kNOWS?????”
“ofc she knows she’s my mother wtf”
“!!!!!!!!!BAEKHYUN”
doesn’t understand the concept of Time And Place
once you were on the bathtub massaging his feet after hours of practice and he was like yo ever thought about kids
i ran out of reactions so basically you cursed at him for five minutes
he was like 🥺🥺 just saying srry
it took you more five to explain to him it wasn’t that you hated kids you just thought it was something to talk about on another time
like
five years another time
maybe ten
he was like k we can have a dog
and now you have a dog together along with mongryong
a cutie called jinx
don’t ask
fucking nerd
you were like
she’s new so treat her as kindly as mongryong
baekhyun is a pain in the ass but in a matter of hours he was like
i bought the same clothes for them
you rolled your eyes but silently got the heart eyes bcs cute
loves watching you dressing yourself
especially for your low profile dates
“hm no too hard to take off”
“...a monochromatic two piece with a zipper in the skirt?”
“my point exactly”
tbh he Is kinda horny
but that’s bcs he’s mad for you
loves it when you style his hair
“baekhyun can’t you stand still for like two minutes” “oh sorry”
you’re standing there, focused on the task
30 secs on it and his hands are already caressing your tummy
you’re like stop i’m bUSY
he’s like no one’s stopping you
but keeps tickling you
idk he really treasures those tiny little details in the moments you spend together
everything is important to him
doesn’t mean he’s like insanely needy of your attention
no you’re two individuals who have their own lives and schedules
he keeps it cool but yeah he’s bananas for you
sorry his words
everything is so domestic with him
and so good
he’s been through a lot throughout the years and this relationship is the calmness he needed
and he’s the fun and lightness you needed after spending so much time trying and acting like a “grownup”
baekhyun brings back the teenager in you
but in a good way
you complete each other so well sigh
cuz you’re like all responsible and shit
he loves the juxtaposition
so do you
idk it feels right
you love like teenagers but live like adults
also his words
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toomuchchelsea · 5 years
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christian seeing you in a depressive state and find ur meds and it’s just really fluffy and he asks what he can do and bring u flowers ahh🥺
my first serious chris blurb, I hope you like it xx (and if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m always here ♥️)
You said you didn’t need to take them and you weren’t about to go back on your word.
Besides, you felt fine. You felt normal. You felt like you’d been feeling for most of your life.
You hadn’t gotten out of bed in two days unless it was to use the loo. You barely ate, you had no energy to do anything and you spent most of your day laying under the covers watching reruns of Love Island. It was a mind-numbing show and you weren’t looking to be impressed, just to pass the time.
You rarely talked to Christian in the past few days. You weren’t feeling up to it. He simply peeked his head in the room once every few hours, making sure you were still breathing.
When he went to practice in the morning, he asked one of your friends to stay with you until he got back; he was scared, you could tell.
You didn’t know what was freaking him out; you had felt like this your whole life. This was normal.
“I’ll be back by five, okay?” He said as he crouched down beside the bed and brushed your messy hair out of your face. You simply nodded, eyes glued to your laptop screen. “Are you sure you don’t want your medication?”
“I’m fine.”
“Baby—“
“I don’t need it. And I don’t know where it is anyway so it’s not like it matters either way.”
“What do you mean? What did you do with your pills?” He said your name in a warning tone, his voice serious. “What did you do with the pills?”
You shrugged. “I threw them away. I don’t need them.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “Okay.” He looked over your figure, your skin turning pale, and placed the back of his hand on your forehead, sensing a fever coming on. You needed your pills.
“I left some food in the fridge if you get hungry,” he commented, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it before he let you know that one of your friends would be here to look after you until he got back.
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I know you don’t,” he commented. “She’s just here in case.”
“In case what?” you snapped. He remained quiet, eyes shifting away from you. “In case I OD? In case I kill myself?”
His brows furrowed, a prominent frown now decorating his face. “Why would you say that?”
“I’m just saying what you were thinking.”
He sighed again, hating seeing you feel this way. He wished there was something he could do to make it better.
“I wish I could do something to take your pain away,” he softly spoke, voice barely above a whisper.
You felt horrible for putting him through this. You didn’t deserve him or his love. Maybe if you pushed him away, he would be free of you.
“Well, you can’t,” you blatantly replied to him.
“Eat something. Please,” he said before walking out of the room and towards practice.
Your sense of time was off; you didn’t even feel the entire day pass you by. Your friend would come in every now and again and ask if you needed something. You shrugged her off, immersed fully in your show.
At some point in the early evening, you felt a wave of nausea suddenly overwhelm you. You rushed to your bathroom, throwing up clear liquid, water. You hadn’t eaten anything the whole day.
You felt Christian pull your hair away and rub your back, his fingers calming you down.
You rested your head in your hands once you were done vomiting, eyes glossing over with tears.
“What’s wrong with me?” you asked Christian, feeling numb.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, my love,” he promised, helping you up and brush your teeth before he led you to the living room, stating he had a surprise.
He presented a bouquet of sunflowers to you, ironically your favorite. You pulled him into a hug, feeling your heart skip a beat for the first time in weeks.
He then presented you with two tablets and a glass of water. “I picked a refill of your pills up on my way home,” he explained.
“I don’t need them.”
“You do... you know how you’re feeling right now?” You nodded. “You remember how you felt when we went to the beach a month ago?” You nodded again, remembering the happy day. “Don’t you want to feel like that again?”
You hesitantly took the pills, decidedly swallowing them when Christian whispered, “Do it for me, come on, darling.”
You were a sucker for him; you’d do anything.
“I’m sorry I’m like this,” you said to him. “You deserve someone better.”
He tilted your chin up, giving you an Eskimo kiss. “You’re the love of my life. For better or for worse. I love you forever, whatever life throws in our way. So maybe you have a few weeks of sadness. I’m going to be there the entire way, whether you like or not.”
You really didn’t deserve him. He was perfect. He loved you for you, scars and all. And he was exactly what you needed.
“I love you,” you told him for the first time in a while. “I’m sorry. I love you.”
He peppered kisses on your lips, bringing your body to his. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
“Just keep being here,” you said to him, nuzzling your face into his chest, smelling his familiar cologne and already feeling better.
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ninaahelvar · 4 years
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The Stakeout (4/5)
Summary: In order to get all the information they can, the detective duo, Bakugou and Uraraka, must go on a stakeout. But close proximity may force some underlying feelings to come to the surface. Also known as “Bakugou had a really bad date and it gives him perspective”
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A/N: please thank @doesitsaysassonmyuniform for all her hard work on this chapter. it wouldn’t be out without her. all the funny stuff was her. i will not take credit for her genius.
There was a heavy buzzing under his head, like a hive of angry bees had infested his pillow. He groaned, rolling over as his head throbbed. He’d drunk way too much last night.
Buzz buzz
Was it his alarm? What time was it anyway? It couldn’t have been that late in the day, not with how his room was barely lit when he’d managed to pry open his eyes. It was a small blessing - if he’d been late for work on top of everything else, he might just kill someone.
Buzz buzz
He didn’t hear his alarm, so it must be his phone. He had vague recollections of the night before, passing out on his bed before he could even get undressed. Had he put his phone on silent?
With another groan, he wrenched his head up out of the cradle of his arms, and fumbled for his phone.  He squinted in the morning light - it was low, but not enough to avoid hurting his eyes - and finally flipped his blankets in frustration. It flew out onto the floor with a thud and he stretched out to get it, his stomach rising into his throat as he moved.
Extremely hungover - noted.
By the time he picked up his phone, it had finally stopped buzzing, leaving a faint ringing in his ears at the sudden silence. Bakugou frowned as he turned on the screen, the blur of notifications clearing as his eyes focused.
Shitty Hair (9 Missed Calls)
Shitty Hair: Holy shit I can’t believe u did it!
Shitty Hair: (10 Messages)
Did what? Why was that fucking bastard calling him at - he checked the top of his phone - six in the morning anyway?  He unlocked his phone and opened his texting app, and was met with a wall of grey message bubbles.
Shitty Hair: Uraraka just txted me!!
(missed call)
Shitty Hair: Seriously dude pick up
(missed call)
Shitty Hair: if ur fkn asleep rn I stg
(missed call)
Shitty Hair:  I can’t believe u did it!
(missed call)
Shitty Hair: It better not be a joke or ill kill u
(missed call)
Shitty Hair: ok I don’t care if ur asleep ill make u answer
(missed call)
Shitty Hair: Dude she’s super freaked rn cause u wont respond
(missed call)
Shitty Hair: look im porud u finally did it but u cant send that and then go silent
(missed call)
Shitty Hair: *proud
Shitty Hair: HOLY SHIT I CANT BELIEVE U DID IT!
Bakugou was starting to have a bad feeling, one entirely outside of his hangover. It felt like something was squeezing his chest, and it was getting tighter and tighter the more he read. He looked at the icon, and winced at the little number telling him he had more unread messages.
From Uraraka.
Shit.
He clicked on the thread, and scrolled all the way up to his last message.
@ 1:37am
You: heyyyy want som fuk??
You: shit no i mean
You: ur hot
You: it pisses me off
You: we should fuck tho
You: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
No. No no no no no no. No! Fuck! No! The universe was fucking playing with him, right? This couldn’t be real. Fuck! It was, it was staring him in the fucking face! FUCK! He was going to explode his entire apartment.
Round Face: ...what?
Round Face: Bakugou wtf?
Round Face: Do you mean that??
Round Face: How drunk are you rn??
Round Face (2 missed calls)
Round Face: I’m gonna murder you
In the midst of Bakugou’s midlife - soon to be end of life - crisis, his phone started to ring, Kirishima’s face beaming as his name appeared. Bakugou immediately answered, pressing his phone to his ear as he hung his head between his legs.
“What did you do?” he asked, and Bakugou did the only thing he could think of.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“You fucking idiot,” Kirishima laughed and Bakugou threw himself backwards on his bed, hand pressed to his forehead.
“I WAS DRUNK! I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER!”
“Well lucky for you phones don’t exist and neither does she - oh wait.” Bakugou could hear that smug voice of his radiating through the fucking phone and he wanted to burn it in his hand.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Bakugou whined, feeling completely beside himself - unaware of how ridiculous he was sounding. He was just having the worst day of his life, and it was showing.
“Hey, at least it’s out there now, right? She didn’t say no.”
“I wanna die. I’m jumping out the window.”
“You are the biggest drama queen I know,” Kirishima laughed, and Bakugou put his head between his legs, a sickening feeling rising in his throat and the overwhelming urge to projectile vomit across his apartment was becoming an almost welcoming idea.
“I will kill you later,” Bakugou groaned, shaking his hand through his hair, over and over again until he felt like he was at ease. He didn’t stop for a while.
“Oh, so you’re actually coming into work?” Kirishima sounded surprised, and it dawned on Bakugou...this day was going to be his last - he was deciding it before it was even over, his last day alive would be that day.
“I don’t fucking know, give me an hour to die first,” Bakugou said, knowing this would be the first time that he was late - and having no other excuse than being a fucking drunken moron.
Bakugou stumbled into work, his clothes a mess, hair barely done, and collar sticking up to hide his face. With every step, it felt like eyes were on him, watching his every move, and it made every hair on his body stand on end - he needed to fight something soon otherwise he’d go stir crazy.
Before interacting with anyone else, a bounding bubble of joy crashed alongside him, knocking him off balance. Bakugou stared back at his partner who smiled like a child - and his heart was racing like an idiot.
Her expression fell, clicking her tongue as she took him in. Why the fuck was he feeling so hot? He felt like he was a rising thermometer, about to burst at the fuckng end. He was a walking infomercial, some fucked up idiot that can’t keep it down.  
“Wow you look wrecked. Sleep well, Blasty?” she asked, a slight pout as she stepped closer to him.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“Not as wrecked as your face.” The two of them frowned at the words. Why did he speak at all? “Anyway, Case!”
FUCKKKKKKKK STOP TALKING!
If a villain could come in through the window and suplex him out of existence right now, he’d be grateful. So. Fucking. Grateful.
Now, Bakugou wasn’t a religious man. He didn’t believe in a higher power. That felt like a mistake - because God was punishing him for his abject atheism. This was a goddamn joke, and God was clearly laughing.
If he got down on his knees and started praying, would it stop?
Uraraka quirked an eyebrow at him, before answering. “Yeah, we had a new lead come in this morning and most teams are on it, you missed Aizawa’s speech.”  
Fuck.  Aizawa knew he was late.
Praying wouldn’t save him now.
Uraraka guided them both to their desks, rattling on about the case -  something about a guy getting into some dark shit with trafficking young kids. In the end, Bakugou found concentrating hard. He would normally listen and make sure to take notes when it came to figuring out who the guy was - but he just couldn’t stop watching her. He watched and wondered why the hell she wasn’t saying anything. Uraraka replied to the messages, she even called - and now it was radio silence.
Normally, Bakugou would yell about it - but it felt wrong to bring it up, it could embarrass them both, and although he didn’t embarrass easy, this was completely new for him. Embarrassment came easier with all that romantic shit. It was stupid and frustrating and Bakugou hated the fact that he fell for it all, after years of denying himself.
Bakugou wasn’t built for this shit, and it definitely showed.
As Uraraka went to talk to eye witnesses - a task that Bakugou was strictly not allowed to do anymore - he went to the kitchen, making himself a coffee and praying it woke him up enough to stop the nagging sensation in his heart and the throbbing in his head.
A whisper then came into his ear.
“Hey, want some fuck with that coffee?”
Bakugou spat out his coffee and it sprayed across the kitchen bench. Kirishima laughed behind him, moving away to grab a donut - the fucking prick.  Bakugou was meant to be safe here, away from her and this fucker had to come and ruin it.  
Bakugou coughed, thumping his chest before turning to glare at the other man. “Could you keep your fucking voice down, Shitty Hair?”
“I don’t know - can you look Uraraka in the eye?” Kirishima quirked his eyebrow and Bakugou stepped towards the pointy haired bastard.
“Want me to rip yours out?”
“Tetchy tetchy. Don’t lash out at me cause you’re not getting any.” Kirishima stuffed the donut into his grinning teeth, and Bakugou tried to burn holes into the fucker’s skull.
“Murder. Expect murder.”
Kirishima only laughed, waving at Bakugou as he went back to his desk. In the back of his mind, Bakugou could only think the asshole was talking about him - gossiping about Bakugou’s idiotic love life and how ridiculous this all was.
Bakugou wanted to fucking die.
The window looked so inviting, calling to him like a siren’s song.
As he sat in the kitchen, looking over notes on the case he hadn’t paid attention to, a loud blaring noise came over the speakers of the precinct. It was unusual for an alarm to go off - on rare occasions when fire alarm detected smoke (which may have been Bakugou - no on proved it was) or emergencies. With the chaos that was soon surrounding him, Bakugou guessed the latter.
“What the fuck is going on?” Bakugou asked as Kirishima ran back towards the equipment room.
“Genzo’s been spotted. We’ve gotta go,” he panted as he ran. He didn’t even stop.
Aizawa burst from his office, his scarf that was rarely off was primed at the ready. “He’s on the move! Everyone get going!” he demanded, stopping short of the door to look back at Bakugou, glaring. “That includes you, Bakugou!” he snapped, and Bakugou sighed, throwing aside his paperwork to head into the equipment room.
Kirishima handed him all his guards and gauntlets, the two rushing out as Uraraka was fixing her earpieces in, rolling her shoulders to prep herself. Bakugou smirked, watching as she worked her magic as she got ready for a fight. Regardless of how much of an ass he made of himself, he still couldn’t get over Uraraka being a goddamn badass at her job.
They got to the site of Genzo’s attack. He had completely wrecked a transport vehicle, exploded it like an atomic bomb and was causing a fucking disaster zone by the sheer amount of electric power around him.
“Any casualties?” Bakugou asked, tightening his gauntlets and making sure they were ready to go when he needed them.
“Two police officers that we know of,” Aizawa said, going over the short notes he was given by officers on the scene.
“Any officers we know?” Uraraka asked, her voice a little strained as she asked. Bakugou looked over to her.
“None,” Aizawa replied. Bakugou watched as Uraraka sighed. Deku. He knew who she was thinking of, and it made a spot in between his shoulder blades ache. He bound his fists and kept his attention on the chaos. This guy was burning every fuse within his view, drawing all of it to him and sending it back at people.
“Our main priority is to protect civilians, and keep him away from the generators. He probably saw he was close to the power plant - we have to keep him away and out of reach of that power. We have no idea what he’ll do with it.”
And with that, the teams were divided - one person on civilians, the other on containment. Both Uraraka and Bakugou knew their place without even a glance. Bakugou set off an explosion as Uraraka moved a group of worried people out of the way. She was great, when another eruption came through, she’s catch them in time and float them to safety - barely even registering that she’d activated her quirk.
When Bakugou set off an explosion that ripped up the entire road - something he knew he’d get in deep shit over later - he watched as the other agents got into position, preparing for their next move and knowing the reach of Bakugou’s quirk. The ground ripped up and threw Genzo around, knocking him against a building and an audible yell of pain rumbled through the area. It gave them time to evacuate. It’s all they needed right now.
Uraraka went to Bakugou’s side, panting a little as she pointed. “Group, ten o’clock. You got this?” she asking, pointing to the group of huddled people just across from Genzo. Bakugou scoffed at Uraraka’s words.
“Tch, who the fuck do you think I am?”
“Yeah, yeah, just wait for my signal,” she laughed, moving off, touching pieces of rubble that were easy to float. Bakugou smirked, watching as they floated skyward and eventually just guiding her hands on all the rubble she passed with her quirk activated. It wasn’t long before Uraraka found the stuck bystanders and pointed them to a safe route out of the danger zone. But Genzo was quicker than either of them had anticipated, rising from his injured state, rolling his shoulders with a tight grimace on his face.
Genzo roared, sapping the power from a nearby building, the electricity crackling over his skin and bared for a quick release. He wanted to inflict damage and make it count - Bakugou could see it in his eyes. Genzo looked for anything that was moving. The civilians. Uraraka saw it too, and she did something stupid.
She knew it too.
“Get back!” Uraraka called to the civilians, and Bakugou watched in horror as Genzo reacted first - her voice drawing too much attention. Her warning, was an attraction. The fucker moved quick - faster than any of them could have expected, and Bakugou redirected his explosions, trying to counter as best he could to the new position. He set off an explosion behind him, sending him to their location as fast as he could.
He wasn’t gonna make it.
“Uraraka, move!”
She turned her head, eyes widening and arms coming out to block far too late as the energy surge hit her full force. Uraraka was knocked so far back, she’s skidding across pavement like it’s slick. When she stops, she’s flinching, over and over again - her body reacting to the electric current running over her body.
He saw her hands come together, letting the meteor shower rain down, catching Genzo off guard and trying to evade the oncoming onslaught. He wasn’t expecting Bakugou though.
He was only a split second behind.
“DIE YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”  
Bakugou came bounding in, hands directed at the target and firing off two of the most explosive blasts he had ever mustered. It knocked Genzo to the ground, and Bakugou landed over him, his fits binding tight as he repeatedly punched - throwing him about as the bastard laughed. Once Bakugou finally cracked one of Genzo’s teeth, his face a bloody mess of what it once was - Bakugou regained his sense and tossed Genzo off to the side.
In the aftermath, there was silence - waiting for the next thing to fall or the next blast to knock over a bunch of people. But it was just simply silence. In the ash and smoke, Bakugou waded through it, leaving Genzo to whatever fate he had left him in, finding his partner curled  up and in pain.
Bakugou dropped to her side, hands fluttering around her useless as he took her in. This was bad. This was fucking bad. Her clothes were a disaster, the giant hole in her vest giving way to blistered and blackened skin. Some of it had fused to the fabric, and it made bile rise up in his throat just to see it.  He didn’t even know if he could touch her but one look at her glassy eyes made it impossible not to move.  
The ozone in the air made his skin stand on end - and that was the only reason - as he pulled her into his lap as gently as he could. “Hey Round face,” he lightly tapped her cheeks and she turned to look at him. Her brown eyes were so unfocused. “Stay with me, fucker.”
Her face was so pale and her mouth moved wordlessly for a moment before she was able to speak. “You called me Uraraka.”
His throat was tight. “Yeah well you’d kill me if I called you Round face in public, Round face.”
Her lips quirked ever so slightly, eyes looking somewhere over his shoulder. “You just did…ugly.”
“Yeah I guess I did.”
Kirishima landed heavily at their side, and his breath hitched when he saw her chest. “Dude..”
“Genzo?”
Kirishima shook himself. “Right. He’s out - you did a number on him. The police have got it covered. EMT’s should be here any second.”
Bakugou brushed some hair out of her face - it was just getting all tangled and sweaty anyway.  She didn’t even notice. “You with me Round Face?”
“Yeah - but- but my chest feels -” She tried to get up and he had to force her back down.
“Fuck don’t move okay - you’re gonna be fine.” He scanned the street, and couldn’t push down the relief as the familiar jackets of the EMT’s came into view. “Hey! We need some help over here!”
People ran over, moving Bakugou against his will. But in the end, when he watched Uraraka flinch in pain, he knew he wasn’t needed anymore. Regardless of how desperately he wanted to stay. They were fragile with her, placing her gently into the stretcher, and finally into the ambulance. Driving away, Bakugou felt his heart lurch.
Nakamura Genzo was captured easily, given more restraints and heavier security around him. They treated him for his injuries - third degree burns, his entire right side was a mess of broken ribs and bruises, and the left was a little less severe. Bakugou needed to work on his left hook apparently. Genzo had a punctured lung from one of his ribs, and his front teeth were busted, but it didn’t matter to Bakugou. He was taken in - he was completely taken care of. Bakugou just cared about one thing.
~*~*~
Hospitals were always a place of pain - mostly for Bakugou on certain missions, yet now it was different. The fluorescent lights were straining his eyes as he walked through the halls - the constant wailing and crying was enough to keep him away too. Yet, she was there. His partner was laid up in a hospital bed in whatever fucking condition Genzo left her in. Bakugou was told the room number and he walked to it with bound fists at his side.
Flowers were already placed in her room, cards lining the benches with well wishes. Uraraka was already propped up - though there had been a day between her injuries and his visit. The rest of the team had already gone to see her. Bakugou was questioned a fuck tonne in order to explain Genzo’s injuries. He didn’t have much else to say other than “what would you rather me do? Beat him within an inch of his life, or let him kill everyone in the area?”
After that, he was allowed home, where he stared at his phone waiting for an update.
Kirishima texted late saying Uraraka was asking after him.
Bakugou knew he had to go see her after that.
He hung back by the door as Uraraka stopped playing with her phone, smiling down to whoever was contacting her. She looked up and her smile dropped, like seeing him was more of a shock than a surprise. Bakugou’s jaw set tight and his heart felt like it was trapped in between two ribs - unable to beat without causing him pain.
“Bakugou, hey, I was wondering when you’d -”
“What the hell was that?” he snapped, his chest a mess of emotions he would never allow himself to process.
Uraraka sighed, scratching lightly at her brow. “I know I was a little -”
“You were reckless and put yourself in danger for that shitty mission,” he snarled, moving to the foot of her bed. Her once soft expression turned to that of defiance, her brow crinkling in frustration.
“Hey! I’m not as fragile as you -”
“I don’t think you’re fragile, moron! You were putting your life in danger for nothing,” he said, hands gripped tight to the edge of her bed.
“Don’t be an idiot,” she spat back, folding her arms over her chest.
“What?” His brow knit, watching as she stared back at him, anger etched into her features.
“You’re being an asshole, saying you think I can take it, but then say I can’t because I’m weak. I can fucking take it!”
“I know you can fucking take it, but I can’t! Not like this!” The rage let slip the words that were held back - anger and frustration finally touching at the parts of himself he wanted to hide away. His hands bound together, tight fists by his side as his jaw set. If he couldn’t unbind his teeth, he wouldn’t need to answer her obvious question.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
There it was.
“Don’t do it again, idiot,” he replied, voice breaking and pushing himself off the bed, moving out of the hospital room and going home. He had the day off anyway.
It was just mistake after mistake.
Words said.
Actions not taken.
Secrets let slip.
Everything was a goddamn mistake.
With his head in his hands, Bakugou could feel regret gripping him, like a force that bound him to the feelings that made him scared of himself. She made him scared. No one could make him fear the unknown - pain, injuries, death - it was all he ever craved. But she went down, and everything came flooding over him, like a fucking tidalwave, saturating his being until he was as desperate as any other fucker on the planet.
It wasn’t Bakugou.
And it all made him scared. Of Uraraka. For Uraraka.
What did it all mean when everything else was a fucking mess? He hated that he couldn’t piece himself together, unravelling like a perfectly tied up coil coming apart by one tight pull.
Word went around that Uraraka was released from the hospital after two days, and given a week’s bed rest. She deserved more for all the work she did, but Bakugou knew she’d bounce back sooner or later.
Bakugou was midway through writing a report for Aizawa when a booming voice called out through the precinct. “Hey! Asshole!” The whole room turned, seeing Kirishima storming through. He wasn’t the type of dude that got pissed off easily, so it was a surprise. Then, he pointed directly at Bakugou. “Yeah you!”
“The fuck did you just call me?” Bakugou said, standing and standing face to face with the bastard.
“You haven’t gone to see Uraraka, I get to call you what I like!”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, stepping back from Kirishima and going back to his desk. “I don’t have to do shit all,” he replied, only for Kirishima to haul him back, fists in each other’s clothes - the two like gasoline and fire, ready to erupt at any moment.
“She’s fucking expecting you, so go!” Kirishima replied, his features hardening, expecting the fight.
“Who are you to demand -”
“I’m your best friend, so listen to me and go see Uraraka. Tonight!” he yelled. The precinct was silent, and Bakugou suddenly felt seen - that there was something telling everyone about he and Uraraka other than being partners. He didn’t want to be seen. Bakugou shoved Kirishima back, straightening out his clothes as he looked back at the spikey haired bastard.
“Fine! Fuck,” he swore, murmuring curses under his breath as he went back to his work, holding back on his anger.
It wasn’t as though he didn’t care about Uraraka. She’d had injuries worse than this. Fuck, Bakugou had stayed at her house while she had a broken leg and a few broken ribs before - cooking, cleaning, doing her laundry. This was different. She didn’t seem to need him like before.
Maybe he was just…
Scared wasn’t the right word.
He wasn’t ready.
After everything that had happened, he wasn’t ready for her to see him and maybe understand what he said.
But he did have to see her. Check in.
It was only right.
~*~*~
It was weird, holding a bag of things for her as he stood outside her door. It was a crumbly old apartment building with like no space other than the essentials. With most of Uraraka’s money going to her parents, Bakugou understood why she stayed there, but for once he’d wish she’d think about herself.
Huffing, he knocked on the door. It was harder than he anticipated, but it didn’t matter. With barely a second to straighten out his shoulders when Uraraka opened the door. He felt a lump in the back of his throat when he saw her. It had been four days since she left the hospital, and four days since they’d seen each other. She had a few tiny cuts and bruises on her arms and on her cheek, but other than that - she was just Uraraka.
She was in grey tracksuit pants and an oversized hoodie she’s gotten at their time with the agency. It was far too big, slipping off her shoulder as she took Bakugou in.
“Bakugou,” she said, voice a little shaken. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
He gave a vague shrug. “Kirishima.”
“Oh, okay.” Uraraka cleared her throat before she opened the door a little wider. “Come in,” she said, gesturing for him to enter. He followed and went inside, handing her the bag as she walked past him.
“Here,” he grumbled, focusing his attention to the floor. She peered inside the bag before gasping.
“Mochi donuts?! Thank you,” she smiled, tucking hair behind her ear.
“It’s better than the nothing I was going to get you,” he replied.
“But Kirishima talked you into it?” Bakugou returned a vague ‘tch’ sound before he stood back in her hallway and Uraraka was wandering into her kitchen.
“How’s the burn?” he asked, clearing his throat as his arms folded over his chest. He wasn’t sure what the fuck to do with himself. He felt cornered, that the walls might swallow him and he may never be allowed to leave - in a constant state of waiting for her to ask about the texts and what happened at the hospital.
“It’s fine. I barely feel it. Recovery girl really helped the process along so I’m ready to get back to work.” There was a voice she put on - a raise in her chin as she acted tough. A show for him to not think any less of her. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“Good. That’s good,” he said, clearing his throat again and pushing off from the wall. “I only came ‘cause shitty hair made me. I’m gonna leave,” he said, going towards the door, ready to open it.
“What did you mean in the hospital?” she asked, voice quiet compared to earlier. She was scared. His hand was at the handle, inches from turning the knob, but he turned, looking back at Uraraka as she fiddled with the ends of her hoodie.
“What?”
She raised her chin, fingers still at the ends of her sleeves, nervously pulling at them. “I’m not repeating myself.”
He huffed. “I didn’t mean -”
“I’m tired of your shit Bakugou!” She yelled, and he stared across at her in shock. When he didn’t reply, she continued. Uraraka almost charged him as she spoke, getting right into his space and not backing away for a second. “If you lie to me, I swear to god, I’m going to fling you out the window, now tell me!”
She stared at him, a rage that only Bakugou could bring out of her. And in the midst of it, the scared teenager that couldn’t get over a crush was hammering away and begging for his chance. In the end, the man won out, and acted in the only way he knew how to.
Bakugou wasn’t a guy of many words.
So he didn’t use them.
He surged forward.
He didn’t dare to touch her, only kissing her as swiftly as body could allow, towering over her and making her stagger backwards. She gripped into his shoulders, responding with the most beautiful lips he had ever tasted. Then, she pulled back, staring back - no anger, just confusion, written into her features.
“W-what? Does this -”
“Stop fucking talking, round face,” he growled back, forehead resting against hers. He tried to dive right back in, only managing to steal a small kiss before she pulled away. Bakugou froze, watching as a smile grew on her lips right before she stole another. He smirked, knowing the game she was playing.
She tempted and teased, pulling back the moment Bakugou was about to latch his lips to hers, to never part them for as long as his lust would hold out. Whatever she she was doing, she knew the exact way to have Bakugou fall for it - she was going to have Bakugou everyway she wanted him, and he fucking knew it. All the while, it wound him up, like he was a jack-in-the-box, and god, was he ready to spring out and surprise her.
In one swift guide of his arm, he pulled her in by her waist, snaring her lips with his own and kissing her as sharply as he needed. He wanted her, and he wanted her the moment he stepped foot into her apartment. Pressing her up against the wall, she let out a soft gasp against his mouth, but he wanted to surprise her - do everything that every ounce of lust within him wanted to do. Her sweats were still midway down her thigh but they weren’t off, which gave Bakugou every excuse. Turning Uraraka around, her hands pressed against the wall - he bent and took down the remaining parts of her pants, bending down and watching the way her body swayed with each move he made.
Bakugou couldn’t help himself, hand squeezing into her ass, the bounce and shake of it making everything in him rise - adrenaline and lust surging across him. He teeth scraped across one cheek before he bit into it a little harder. Uraraka mewled, hands clawing at the wall - hard enough for Bakugou to hear - and as Bakugou kissed at the spot he not-so-delicately bit into, her hands released, reaching behind her to gently stroke at his hair. She looked over her shoulder as Bakugou took her underwear down swiftly, he wasn’t going to waste any more fucking time.
Gripping in once more, he pushed his face in the crevasse of her cheeks, tongue stroking at her tender lips and immediately making Uraraka rise on her toes. She fell back down, pushing her hips into his face, and holy fuck did he enjoy it. Bakugou held onto her thighs, widening her stance as he lapped up all that she was feeling. Uraraka whined, panting as he kept his mouth on her entrance, delivering his tongue in just to hear her moaning gasps.
“Oh, Bak -” she whined, and his hand snaked from her thigh to taking his tongue’s place, fingers circling her folds before entering her slowly. He slowly rose to his feet, her hand slipping from his hair back to the wall, and he kissed up the back of her neck to have her shiver against him. “Baku -”
“Katsuki,” he whispered in her ear.
“Fuck, Katsuki!” she said, pushing her hips against his hand, forcing it directly into his hips. She may not have known she was doing so, but she rocked perfectly onto his crotch, his cock aching inside his jeans. “Right there, right there! Right there!” she cried, her voice soft and desperate. She spurred him on, fingers working overtime just to hear what it would sound like when she finally came.
Her hips pushed back hard against him, her panting becoming a little harder to control and Bakugou could feel her around his fingers - Uraraka was at the end of her tether. She reached behind herself once more, hand on his wrist as she breathed in heavy gasps. He didn’t know if she was trying to stop him, or was telling him to keep going - either way, she crashed against the wall, crying out a little moan and pushing her ass straight up against his hips.
“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling the strain in his pants. “I’m not going to last if you keep pushing your ass into me,” he said into her ear. Uraraka looked over her shoulder, brushing hair from her face.
“I didn’t say you had to,” she said. Tempt and tease.
“Fuck,” he groaned, tugging on her arm to turn around, “you asked for it,” he warned her before bending down and picking her up into his arms.
Uraraka held onto his face, kissing him as he staggered around her cramped apartment. He fell into walls, struggled past the doorway, and had them falling into the bed. Uraraka giggled, kissing Bakugou before he rolled his hips against her, making her moan a little more. He just needed one more thing before he parted from her. He stood up from the bed, stripping himself of his shirt and kicking off his shoes. Uraraka took the cue and shrugged out of her hoodie and shirt, leaving her only in her bra. As Bakugou snapped off his belt and pushed his pants down, Uraraka unclasped her bra and tossed it aside.
Remembering where he’d seen them the last time - an awkward conversation was had when Bakugou was putting away laundry - he went to Uraraka’s dresser drawer, finding the condoms and tearing at the edge of one. He started to place it on when he saw Uraraka adjust herself slightly. Sitting up, Uraraka moved over to him, her hand gracing over down from his chest to his stomach, fingers tempting to down his length. He caught her wrist loosely, pushing it aside to her confusion.
“What are you doing?” he asked, leaning over her, forehead pressed to her own.
“I wanted to make you feel good,” she said with a flutter of her eyelashes. Bakugou smirked.
“Nah, this is all about you, lie back down.” She did as she was told, crawling her way up the bed and waiting for him to follow after.
Bakugou wasted no time - he could have savoured the beauty of her in all her glory, gaze at her wonder, but he wanted to touch her more than anything. He crawled up the bed, sucking at her skin, nipping underneath her breast and sucking at the edge of her collarbone. All the while she hummed her approval, nipping into his shoulder briefly as they came face to face once more.
Moving his hand down between them, grazing against her most sensitive bundle of nerves, her body arching into his touch. He smirked, the briefest of touches could have her responding, he wondered what more could do for her. When he guided his length inside her, Uraraka’s hands went to his shoulders, pulling their bodies together.
There was only the sound of Uraraka’s panting in the room, but it couldn’t last - Bakugou knew himself too well, he wouldn’t be able to stay still for much longer. He moved his hips slow at first, gaining speed and arching into every thrust to get the best noises out of Uraraka. She obviously hated that she was getting louder and louder. But his ego sure as fuck loved it.
“Katsuki,” she mewled, nails clamped down into his back, raking up as his thrusts came in quicker succession. “Yes! Yes!” she cried, her hand on the back of his neck.
She pulled him down, kissing him roughly, and he enjoyed every fucking second of it. She bit into his bottom lip when she got excited. Bakugou couldn’t help himself, he rocked in harder, taking up the back of her knee. Uraraka arched her back, panting a little harder than even before.
In her movements, he was finally able to look at her without the overwhelming urge to take her. There were scars that littered her skin, some old, some new, following the curves of her waist and hips. Her breasts were round, much like the rest of her, and tempting as everything else - Bakugou kissed down her neck to take one of her nipples between teeth, just to have her push into him again. It worked to perfection, her breast rising beautifully into his mouth, and her hips bucking into his own when he gave a harder thrust. She was perfect to understand, to love and hold in a single moment.
“Ah!” Uraraka said suddenly, her body recoiling in a single beat. Bakugou’s eyes snapped to hers, watching her face contort in discomfort. He pulled away slightly, letting her body fall to where she needed, but never leaving the warm depths between her thighs. Uraraka sighed, laying back into the sheets and looking up at Bakugou with pinker cheeks than usual. He wanted to smile, but he with the sudden halt on everything, he wasn’t sure if the passion had fallen to its wake.
“Shit, are you okay?” he asked, hand ghosting over her side. Uraraka’s hand went to the side of Bakugou’s face, palm to his cheek and guiding him to look back at her.
“I’m fine,” she nodded, “just take it a little slower right now,” she said, a little nervous with a soft laugh to ease her discomfort of their eyes meeting.
“You sure?” he asked once more.
“Yeah,” she replied, Bakugou once again moving his hips, a slow roll to gauge her reaction. Uraraka’s head fell back into the pillow, hand tight in his bicep. “Yes, like that,” she approved, and he smirked.
Bakugou bent onto his elbows, arms snaking behind her back and propping her up into his arms. Uraraka squeaked, the sighing as she sunk down onto his length.
“What are you doing?” she asked, all the while, rocking herself back and forth. Bakugou grit his teeth, breathing out a moan into her chest before looking up at her with a satisfied grin.
“I can’t do all the work, round face,” he said. She leaned down, hands either side of his face, kissing him in a slow, deliberate manner - making them both savour it.
Everything was slow, Uraraka’s pace, soft strides to ease her into it - or perhaps it was the way he hissed everytime she moved, liking the way he sounded, much like he had done to her. Then, she gained confidence and speed, hips jerking in a quicker pace, before she just tried to gain satisfaction by any means possible. She was glorious.
He could feel her unwinding, with every move, and every bounce back onto his cock, he could feel her walls clamping down around him. Whenever she moved down upon him, he’d trust him, making her jump a little in his lap. Before either of them knew it, Uraraka cried out, clutching Bakugou to her chest, hands winding into his hair as she panted out moan after moan.
She sounded like a symphony - gorgeous at her ecstasy. Bakugou watched her move on top of him, her hands stroking through his hair as her eyes looked into his own. He’d never had sex like it - something that made him feel understood, that every movement, all the pace, it was perfect to know who they were between them. Bakugou never wanted to watch anyone else on top of his cock ever again, not unless they looked as beautiful as she did.
In a moment, between his utter wonder and the growing need to come completely undone, Uraraka pulled hard into Bakugou’s hair. He hissed and Uraraka moaned, arching into his new position wonderfully well and he wanted to just take everything he had left in him and please her to every extent he could.
Two could play at that game. He may not have been able to move as fast as he could have liked, but he knew she’d not protest to it. With his hand moving up her back, he took a fistful of her hair and pulled, her neck exposed to him, and fuck he felt hungry for it. His mouth descended upon it, sucking and kissing at her throat, feeling the vibrations of every moam against his tongue. He loved it, and Uraraka knew he enjoyed it too much - especially with every thrust he added to make her close to her next orgasm.
“No fair,” she hissed. Bakugou thrust into her again, and she moaned, pulling at his hair once more, but it was much lighter than it once had been.
“All’s fucking fair game,” he smirked, feeling Uraraka’s hand on his thigh. He thought she may need to lay back down when her finger suddenly bound into his leg, making him jerk upwards into her. She moaned, biting her lip and smiling down at him. “Fuck!” Bakugou groaned, looking back at her.
“All’s fucking fair game,” she repeated his words. Bakugou bit his lip, thrusting into her again, watching as she circled her hips down onto him again.
“If you weren’t injured, I’d -”
“You’d what?” she replied with a smirk, and between his heart bounding like a drum, and his head screaming, he knew he couldn’t stop himself.
“Fuck it,” Bakugou muttered, pushing his weight onto Uraraka’s and onto her back once more, thrusting in one long and hard motion. It wasn’t until after that he thought of his mistake - his lust getting the best of him. Uraraka’s hand went to his ass, gripping in hard with her nails enough to make him hiss. He looked at her face, lip between teeth and chest heaving for more.
“I’ll tell you if it hurts, just keep going,” she begged, forcing his hips closer. When he moved inside her again, she guided him in with a hard pull on his ass. It was harder than he would have, but she enjoyed it all the same - eyes closed and body calling to his like they were magnets that hated to be separated.
His mind told him to go slow, to make sure it all lasted how he needed it to - but he’d be damned if he didn’t chase the sound of her desperate moans to get his own satisfaction. Her next orgasm came over her quickly, her teeth went into his shoulder to suppress the sound, but it did little to help, other than to spur Bakugou on. Her legs went over his hips, heels at the base of his thigh and urging his ass forward with every move he made.
Intimacy was lost on Bakugou, he never liked how he felt being within it, but Uraraka made it all different somehow. When her hand snaked down his arm from his shoulder blade, her caught her wrist, holding it down onto the bed. And he found himself wanting. Like he’d never wanted something so badly in his life. His pressure on her slim wrist went slack, and his fingers slid into her palm, binding into the gaps of her fingers. Uraraka held on tight, their joined hands going over her head as Bakugou continued to stride within her.
She made sure they kissed every few seconds, whining until she could kiss him again, becoming louder and louder to get him to silence her with one of his bruising kisses. Uraraka was using him like a puppet, but he didn’t care - she was heaven to be inside, her body a wonderful combination of sweat and silk and his body was to blame for half of it.
“Oh god,” Uraraka cried, her free hand back in his hair, body moving against his again. He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest with every movement, and he wanted to put his mouth all over her body again. Taste every inch of her. Uraraka whined, hand on his cheek, nails piercing skin behind his ear and on his jaw. “I’m gonna -”
She didn’t even get to finish her sentence, her release rocking through her in waves that made her hips jerk over and over again until Bakugou was following her. He held tight to her hand, the other was gripping tight into her thigh - unable to bring himself to move as he could his release come and go.
“Fuck,” he panted into her chest, trying hard to let her go, but it was no use, he’d drown in her skin before he’d let her move an inch.
Eventually, he had to - lying beside her as she moved to be on his chest. She was practically asleep by the time he’d shifted into his spot next to her.
“You good?” he asked her.
“Hm?” she replied, “Yeah, yeah. Just tired.”
Bakugou shifted, aiming to leave. “Do you need me to -”
“If you move, I’ll kill you,” she warned, hands tight on his body as she held him close.
“Fucking fine, round face,” he said, letting her rest back onto his chest. He smiled, his own exhaustion following hers.
~*~*~
When he woke up, there was hair in his mouth. He threw his head back, spitting it out with a scowl and wincing when it flopped wetly onto his neck. A heavy weight lay on his side, numbing his arm under the pressure. His eyes struggled to open fully, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the hazlenut hair he was very much used to.
Uraraka.
Holy fucking shit.
Bakugou groaned and slowly pulled his arms back only to stop dead still when she shifted. He waited, tense and holding his breath until she settled back down, soft snores puffing out onto his arm.
He tried again, and after a very slow escape over the next several minutes, he was free. Slipping from the sheets he staggered into the bathroom, took one look in the mirror at his neck covered in hickies, his hair a fucking mess and cheeks flushed - and barely recognised himself. There was no way his eyes should look that bright, or lips that swollen.
He’d had sex with his partner.  
He splashed cold water on himself, and contemplated drowning himself in the sink. He could do this - it was just a moment of passion right? Happened all the time - or so he’d seen in all his mums shitty romcoms.  
He could still feel her breathe against his face, hear the way she’d whispered his name. Feel her nails down his chest and the soft whimpers of her release echoing in his ear.
How the fuck was he meant to work like this?  They were going to have to… to talk about this.
Holy fucking shit was right.  
~*~*~
Bakugou hated quiet, and even with the sound of his pacing footsteps, it was all too much. He had half a mind to wake Uraraka from her sleep, or possibly just sit in her room to hear the fucker snore. Instead, he waited until the pot of coffee had fully brewed and made himself a mug. The rest of it waited for Uraraka to crawl her ass out of bed. It had been nearly two hours since he left, and she was still sound asleep.
He always knew she was a heavy sleeper, but it was like trying to wake to goddamn dead. He had went through most of her things, trying to entertain himself before he had to leave for work, and no matter how much noise he unintentionally made - she stayed in bed. The light of morning was peeking through her curtains, drawing a veil over most of her apartment and casting a glow on Uraraka that was criminal. Gorgeous was not the right word to describe her.
On his way to the kitchen hours before, he picked up his trail of clothes, putting on some as he walked past Uraraka’s. He was unsure of what the fuck to do with hers - was he supposed to pick them up? They were partners and it had been a habit before, long nights and untidy people tend to amount of a clean up when nights were done. But this was different. A line was crossed. They were more than partners.
Regret was something that was new to Bakugou, but he knew this wasn’t it. He stood in her kitchen and came to the conclusion that this was not something he’d ever regret. As far as the sex went, it was fucking great. It might’ve been the best he’d ever had. Maybe it was because he knew her, understood what her reactions could be and learning all new things about someone that he cared for. He wanted her to feel as good as he did.
Yet, what else would come of this? Was there a relationship there? Was he even ready for something like that? It wasn’t like he had one before to gauge what the fuck this even meant. His personality and overall work ethic was a pretty hard thing to deal with for most people. Uraraka was one of the only people that knew him, and still stuck around after. There was a trust between them, a fit that neither of them expected.
What did she even want? Was this all just heat of the moment?
He was about two seconds from marching into her room and finally dragging her out of bed when his phone chimed.
Shitty Hair: U need to come into work. Boss wants to see u
Bakugou rolled his eyes, gripping tight to his phone as he contemplated his next step. He took the remnants of his coffee and poured it down the sink, washing the mug briefly before putting on the remainder of his clothes. When he fixed his jacket over his shoulders, he stopped and saw into Uraraka’s room. She was curled into her sheets peacefully, and Bakugou grit his teeth.
When Kirishima texted again, Bakugou didn’t have time.
He left her apartment and went straight into work.
They could talk later.
He just wasn’t ready yet.
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You Are The Right One
Pairing: Gokudera Hayato/Reader
Summary: Gokudera knows what you mean to him. But what does he mean to you? 
Warnings: fluff, romance, some sexual situations/suggestiveness (i.e. Gokudera is thirsty), angst
Word Count: 6,929
(Songfic to You Are The Right One by Sports)
(re/cross?posted from my AO3 and Luna! Original A/N below)
(Hi!! I know I've been gone a long time and I'm SORRY!! I've been going through a lot of stuff (I've been in 3 productions since the last time I've posted .. i think it's only 3.. but I've been a NAMED character in 2 out of 3!! the third one doesn't count bc it was a bunch of skits and so strict plot... so i guess that means... i was a named character in BOTH of my productions?~ I just performed in Grease 2 days ago on friday as Jan, my twinkie girl!! I got to eat twinkies on stage!! It was v exciting and I had a blast! some people I know from the hawaii theatre came down to see me and one of my dad's movie friends and they loved me! one of them told my mom i'm going to broadway! haha!!! ^v^ isn't that sweet? I don't think so but that's a lovely hope, isn't it? I'd like to dedicate this fic to someone who means the world to me, the lovely GuardianAngel07! I love you so much and I know that you're going through a lot right now and I just want you to know I'm always here for you, no matter what, and I know that you are busy and have a lot on your mind, and I just want you to know I'm never mad if we don't talk for a while! I think you get a little worried and feel guilty when we don't talk, but that's not it at all! I care for you so much and if your mental health needs you to take a break, then TAKE that break, honey!!!1! I'm always here to support you and I want what's best for you, mentally, physically, and emotionally!! I care for you a whole lot, okay? I'm always in your corner!!! I'm sorry that this fic isn't what I originally planned to gift to you (the original was much sweeter!! and less angsty!!) but this was the one that was most finished and I figured that anything with our lovely KHR boys would help to cheer you up! I hope you like it!!,, Uhm.... I've also got a lot planned! I released a LONG hannibal fic on AO3 and it's not the best bc I started it 2 years ago.yikes... but I'm finally gonna write for it again after a year but I'm going to revamp it (at least fix the grammar!) before I release it here! It's v violent and prolly gonna get really sexual too, so there's a warning, but i'll warn again when I actually post it. to be truthful, I had this almost fully done for months. I just hated it and hated it and hated it. I've been hating my writing a lot recently which isn't good bc I want to finish a book before I graduate and I'm taking an AP english exam on the 16th, so it's awful timing. I haven't been doing the best but I'm looking forward to summer........ only 18 more days left before I'm free.... then I have summer then I'm a senior and ..yikes....;;; but I've got some summer plans! I'm going to cut and dye my hair (I just realized nothing is stopping me from getting a Guzma cut and dye... then I can dye my hair pink!! and any other color after!!!) and I'll visit a friend in alaska, then I'll get a job somewhere.......... i got no college fund........... sorry for dragging on and on!! uhhhh just expect more from me (hopefully soon..... @GuardianAngel07 i hope ur ready for more awful songfics from me.... because i've written some reeeeaaaaallll angsty and sad ones, already with u in mind!! why do you always get the worst of the bunch.......,,,) love u all! and please leave a review if u enjoyed this! I seriously would've stopped posting all together if it wasn't for some incredibly kind people (looking at you, GA07!!) and a recent review for my hannibal fic on AO3 (or rather, reviews. yes, this person left MULTIPLE. very detailed and heartfelt, and I was giddy for days after!! So if you want more, PLEASE leave a review!! it's not fun to post and feel like you're just yelling into a void!! yell back at me!)
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You were the right way I was just waiting for you to look at me Is there a wrong time? Baby, I’m guessing Just let me know He can never get a break, can he? Gokudera sighed, smoke curling past his lips into the chill autumn air. The leaves were just beginning to change color and he cursed how the light cast amber shadows over the smooth plane of your face, cursed how he couldn’t trace the honey light with his fingertips and kiss the darkness away. His tongue clicked against his teeth and he took another drag of his cigarette. Hayato tried to ignore you. He really did. But how can he, when you look as good as you do with a rose-pink blush that covers your cheeks and ears when someone cracks a joke that makes you laugh until you can barely catch your breath? How your jaw drops open in delight before you remember where you are and hide your smile with your hand– something he desperately hoped you would lose the habit of because, god, did you look pretty when you smiled– and blot away the joyful tears in your eyes? How could he not give you his complete, undivided attention when you were as sugar-sweet as you were? His jade eyes flickered back to you again, almost against his will. Your face was bright, eyes glinting in the soft light of the dying afternoon as you teased one of your friends, grinning widely as they swiped playfully at you in return. Gokudera groaned and his head slumped back against the pillar he was leaning against a little too quick, sending an unpleasant shock up his spine. “Shit,” he hissed, stomping out his cigarette on the concrete behind Namimori High and massaging the back of his skull gingerly. What a day. First, Tsuna and Yamamoto had nearly been killed on their way to school again; of course, Gokudera saved both of them, although Yamamoto he saved slightly more reluctantly. Gokudera was strong– of course he was, he wasn’t Tsuna’s right hand for nothing. He just wished he could prove to you that he was strong enough for you, too… Then, that bastard that patrolled the school like some kind of obsessive freak was on his back again. Something about being late for class. Reborn showed up and solved the matter rather quickly, but that didn’t keep Gokudera from steaming out the ears for another hour or so. But the worst part of the day? It was definitely you, without a doubt. You filled his head, turning his thoughts and coherency to cotton in his head and made his mouth as dry as summer. Summer… Gokudera remembered, during lunch period, that you had gone to the beach with him and his friends. You wore a red bathing suit. Red as the fireworks at the summer festival, where he almost told you his feelings but panicked at the last second– but that was a story for another time–and, at one point, clung to his arm to whine about how hot the sun was, and how you were definitely going to get a sunburn. When Gokudera grumbled something back to you about reapplying sunscreen you had winked at him, grinning wide and asking if he wanted to help you with that. By then, there was no doubt in his mind that his milky skin was as red as your bathing suit. From his blushing, dazed haze, you managed to squeeze a frozen lemonade and a plain vanilla ice cream out of him and his wallet. “Share?” you gently cocked your head to one side and held out the icy drink for Gokudera to taste. His mouth was incredibly dry, as it always seemed to be around you– damn you, and damn him for being so weak for you– and he hesitated. You sipped your lemonade languidly and blinked up at him, heavy eyelashes fluttering and all doe-eyed, and his chest clenched in such a way that it brought him agony and ecstasy in equal measure. “Hm?” you hummed, waiting for an answer. He opened his mouth to deny your offer when a heavy stream of melted ice cream rolled down the side of the cone and over your hand. A surprised yelp and a curse left your throat as you hurried to clean the treat off of the cone. When you switched the cone to your other hand to lick the drops of vanilla from your palm, Gokudera’s brain snapped back to being fully functional and he hurriedly agreed to sharing with you. As you complained once again about the heat and the lack of more interesting ice cream flavors at the snack bar, Gokudera thought of how silly he was being for thinking of sharing the ice cream as an indirect kiss– an indirect tongue kiss, more accurately. But more honestly, it was more like the two of you just swapped spit–but that’s not a very pleasant thing to think of, no matter how much he liked you. He wasn’t in middle school anymore; he shouldn’t be so swayed by this! He shouldn’t feel so hot and his heart shouldn’t be beating so fast. A cool ocean breeze swept your hair away from your face as you shook ice chunks in your frozen lemonade, loosening them enough to drink. Gokudera turned his gaze to the clear blue sea, his friends wading in it, and the lazy scrawl of puffy white clouds across the sky and he wondered if he could gather the courage to ask for a sip of the lemonade, too. If he was only going to get an indirect kiss, he wanted a proper one. Slowly coming out of his reverie, Gokudera realized he had been looking at you the whole time. The shade that Namimori cast over him wasn’t enough to cool his embarrassed blush and he hoped you hadn’t noticed. Gokudera nearly jumped out of his skin when something in his pocket buzzed. He fished out his phone– obviously, of course it was his phone. He must be more tired than he thought, to be startled by his own phone. [Baseball Freak] whatcha lookin at? Snapping his head up, Gokudera scanned his surroundings, looking for any sign of Yamamoto. God, how embarrassing to be caught staring at his crush by the person most likely to tease him about it… [Baseball Freak] up here Yamamoto was leaning out of one of the windows of a classroom far above Gokudera’s head, waving at him without a care in the world. It was then that Gokudera remembered why he was waiting outside at all, staring at you so wistfully– Tsuna and Takeshi had to attend an after school remedial session for their poor grades… No matter how many tutoring sessions they both received from Reborn and Hayato and a variety of other eccentric characters that always seemed to appear out of nowhere, they still couldn’t retain anything they learned… especially not math. Shaking his head angrily, the silver haired boy punched out a response to him but his phone buzzed again before he could send it. [Baseball Freak] see something over there u like? I think u do~~~ aren’t they just sooo cute?? >///7///<   Gokudera bit his tongue. How dare Yamamoto say that about you?! It was true, he had to admit, but his pride was hurt from being so easily caught, heart read with such dead-on accuracy that he responded the only way he knew how to. [Me] PISS OFF A rich laugh filled the air above him and only served to spur Gokudera on, cracking his knuckles, clenching his jaw, and wishing he could beat Takeshi into taking what he said back. [Baseball Freak] u know, if u don’t make a move, someone else will………….they’re so pretty and smart and nice!! who wouldn’t want to date them?~ Gokudera’s rage calmed, eerily still. He knew that someone would make a move on you if he didn’t soon. He didn’t miss the way that the boys in the class would offer to carry your bags and would do anything to get just a little closer to you to sling their arms around your shoulders, pretending to show you something in a book, and to breathe in your light perfume. Or the way that girls would bite their lips and giggle when you told a joke and how they would bat their eyelashes and tease you and play with your hair just a little too much for it to be considered strictly friendly. Hayato knew he wasn’t the only person looking to add you to his dating pool and he also knew he wasn’t the best candidate to win your heart. It was a subject that often haunted his brain late at night, a miasma of doubt and self-hatred that cut deep into his heart when no one was there to see him cry. He was too loud, too violent, and too crude for someone like you to fall for. Too dangerous. It didn’t help that Yamamoto was the polar opposite of him– warm, friendly, and kind enough to be anyone’s dream man. And it definitely didn’t help that Yamamoto often wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you into his chest when there was nothing else for him to do with his hands. That happened often and made Gokudera more broken hearted than he would ever admit. [Baseball Freak] so? r u gonna say anything to them???? Gokudera had his heart set on you but his brain told him, quite logically, that you would never like someone like him back. Whoever said that it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all was a damn fool. [Me] mind ur business. Up above, there was a sigh loud enough for Gokudera to hear and he knew instantly that he had made the wrong move. He looked up just in time to hear Yamamoto call your name in a sing-songy voice, to see him through weak, orange sun rays, waving cheerfully at you. Gokudera snapped his gaze to you to see your hair bounce with each cute head turn as you looked for the source of the voice. Yamamoto called your name again and Gokudera registered that not only had he used your first name but he added a “-chan” to the end of it– what a double-crossing bastard! You found him and Hayato’s lungs felt tight, but not as a result of his chain-smoking. Your face lit up–your pretty, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous face– and you yelled back a greeting and swung your arms around wildly back at Takeshi, heels lifting off the ground in delight with your ministrations. Hayato’s gaze flickered back up to Takeshi just in time to see the brunet pointing down at him vigorously. Your sight followed Takeshi’s direction and you locked gazes with Hayato. His breath caught somewhere between his throat and chest and his heart pounded against his ribcage, furiously trying to escape this terribly humiliating situation. Just let me know As soon as you saw him, your eyes widened slightly and you gave him an embarrassed, genuine smile as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. It was strange; he didn’t think that you had anything to be embarrassed about. You were deathly adorable when excited, even if it was because you were excited to see that baseball idiot. He hoped to whatever higher being that was out there– and he knew something was out there: aliens, at least– that he hadn’t imagined that sweet, pink blush that dusted your cheeks and ears and ran down your neck. He was smiling back at you, equally as shyly, before he knew it. Well, it’s been a long time Since you’ve been lonely So what will I do? You are the right one And I’m just a boy who Is looking at you “Hey, Hayato?” you called. His spine straightened, vertebra by vertebra, at the sound of your voice. You had used his first name– sure, you had been doing it for a while, but still every time you called him so endearingly, it sent hot, smoky electricity up his spine. The way the bed sheets creased under your small body and lazy afternoon sunlight dappled your visage had his head reeling. There you were, lounging and at peace with the world, in his apartment, in his bed. “What?” He didn’t mean to sound so brusque– but then again, he doesn’t mean many of the things he says with his angry disposition. Especially to you. “Why do you turn down everyone that confesses to you? Don’t you want to… well… I don’t know, fool around with someone? I mean, we’re in highschool, this is supposed to be the most reckless time of our lives, right? Why not live a little?” Your head tilted to the side, hair falling into your eyes. His fingers itched to brush it out of your face and your own fingers played with something on your phone. Probably texting, some faceless guy or girl, flirting, playing coy and– “Hayato?” He shivered, loving how his name sounded on your soft lips. “I don’t know, idiot. I’m mean, but not mean enough to do something like that to some kid stupid enough to think they like me.” He settles for brushing his own hair out of his face. You turn over on your stomach, “I guess…” Something about your tone when you say that makes Gokudera narrow his eyes in suspicion. Did something happen to you to make you upset? Why were you bringing up this topic now? Why were you bringing it up to him? “I just think it’s a waste, y’know?” you ran a hand through your hair and locked your phone, placing it to the side. Your eyes slid closed and Hayato realized how close your head was to his lap, how easily he could pet your hair and have you doze off in his embrace. You looked sleepy enough anyway– would a little nap hurt the both of you? “Hayato, don’t you know how handsome you are?” you mumbled dreamily. “You could get anyone you want, anyone, and you chose to sit here and do nothing. Why?” Hayato couldn’t think. His head was full of steel wool and his blood thrummed loudly through him. You called him handsome. You called him handsome. When his breath came back to him in a barely noticeable gasp, he couldn’t filter the words that tumbled out of his mouth. “I can’t.” “What?” your eyes slowly opened and you leaned up on an elbow, looking quizzically up at him. “I can’t get anyone I want.” “Why not?” His lungs filled shallowly and he turned his face away from you, focusing on the empty street below, through his room’s window. The sun cast golden light and deep, lavender shadows across the world and Hayato knew that if he looked at you right now, everything would go to shit. He’d see your face; all the perfections and beautiful flaws and you would see through him as if he were glass blown, see how desperate he was for you and how his insides were twisting and trembling in fear and reverence, in equal measure, of your power over him. You would recoil, disgust drawn over your lovely face in terribly sharp lines and you would see how his heart would break over and over again. “Sometimes you just can’t.” Your lips curled into a frown and his brows furrowed; he could tell that much by your silence. Unsatisfied with his answer, you huffed and threw yourself back down on the bed, the crown of your head knocking against his thigh. Your hair splayed out around your face, angelic, and Hayato was lucky that your eyes had once again shut to accept the call of the dream world, because if they hadn’t, you would’ve seen how absolutely helpless he looked, gazing at you. So what will I do? His tongue darted out to smooth over his dry lower lip and he felt the faint sting of the thin skin there– cracked. He tasted iron and swallowed thickly. Gokudera wished he was closer to you, so much closer to you than he was, but he was doubtful his heart would be able to handle that. Your breathing started to slow and Hayato found his hand smoothing over your soft hair and you jolted violently, startling the both of you. You stared up at him, eyes full of stars and planets far away, and he laughed airily. He shook his head, silently telling you, No, don’t wake up just yet, everything’s fine. You accepted this without question and closed your eyes again. This time, Hayato gently slid his hands under your head and guided you towards his lap. He arranged himself comfortably on an array of flattened pillows and stroked your hair as you lay, safe and happy in his lap. A single eye peeked at him– slyly, cat-like– before you hummed and shifted closer to him. A contented sigh slipped through Hayato’s lips and he himself started to feel drowsy. In his dreamy stupor, his hand trailed down your face, down your neck, and down, down your arm until he had your fingers gently entwined with his. Sure, it may have just been an unconscious reaction, but the way your hand squeezed his back made his dreams lovely and surreal and hallucinatory, in all the best ways. I tried the wrong way I was guessing Biding my time You are the only One I can picture By my side “Gokudera, what’s up?” Takeshi nodded at the silver-haired bomber as he approached, strangely insightful today with his clear, milk chocolate eyes. The boy in question merely grumbled vaguely, hands shoved deep in his pockets, as if he was fishing for the answer to Yamamoto’s question down there as well. “That bad, huh?” Gokudera rolled his eyes. It wasn’t rare for him and Yamamoto to arrive at Tsuna’s house before the young mafia boss could flee from it, already anxious and sweaty. Today was no different. “Hey, at least you tried, right?” Yamamoto offered a weak smile, knowing how much you meant to Gokudera. His shoulders were hiked up to his ears and Takeshi didn't miss how the hot, red ring on Gokudera’s cigarette quickly crawled down to the filter before he was tapping out another from his near-empty box and sucking on the new cigarette, lighting it with the dying butt of the used one. He tossed the old one down and ground it into the asphalt. Takeshi frowned. The baseball star shifted the bag on his shoulder uncomfortably, his bats for after school practice clinking metallically. “ … I didn't.” Gokudera kept his gaze locked on a lamp post down the block. Takeshi blinked, not expecting a response from Gokudera’s sunken frame. “What?” “I didn't try.” It took Takeshi a moment to understand what Gokudera meant before grimacing with a little more than a dash of friendly pity in his eyes. He shifted his weight from his hip, seeking to comfort Gokudera, but decided against it at the last moment. “Why?” his voice came out in a gentle rasp. Gokudera still refused to look at him, green eyes clouded and trained on a particularly colorful poster on that singular lamp post. Seconds ticked by before Hayato groaned and dragged a hand down his face, pinching his cigarette in frustration with his other hand. “I can’t! I just can’t. I know they don’t feel the same and I know I’ll break if they have to say it to my face. I can’t handle that. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to handle that. God, Yamamoto, I just can’t take that chance.” Being around them is– it’s just too much and too little for me to take– I’m going crazy here, driving myself in circles and spinning out, spinning my goddamn wheels because of them. It’s fuckin’ sickening but I don’t want a cure. I feel so helpless and I hate it, I never want to feel this way again. What the hell did I do to deserve this?” Gokudera’s eyes snapped shut, face contorted in agony. “I can’t tell them. I can’t. I want them to be happy. It’s better this way anyway. I’m not good enough.” Gokudera’s voice cracked on his last word before his declaration faded into the morning’s stillness. Yamamoto was insulted– his best friend talking about himself this way? Not in a million years, if he had any say in it– but Gokudera snapped at him before he could get a word in. “And don’t say shit about me being good enough, because we both know I’m not good enough for them. I’ll never be good enough, Yamamoto, that’s not me. I wouldn’t be able to hold them as much as I should, to kiss their gorgeous fucking face– I wouldn’t be able to be fucking honest, Takeshi. They deserve more than the bullshit excuses I’d spew to cover our fucking asses when we get the crap kicked out of us on a bi-weekly basis. They don’t deserve that.” Silence weighed like velvet over the two of them and the sun was now calling out songbirds, sleepy murmurs from the neighborhood beginning to wake from the heavy slumber of the night. Yamamoto didn’t know what to say anymore and Gokudera put the cigarette back where it belonged: between his lips, funneling poison straight to his lungs. “ … I don’t think it’s like that, Hayato. You’re being too harsh on yourself. I really don’t think they feel that way about you.” Hayato said nothing and kept his eyes glued to that single poster again. Yamamoto reached out and awkwardly patted his shoulder, mustering as much comfort as he could before he knew he would overstay his welcome. Hayato needed time to clear his head. “ … I’ll go inside to check up on Tsuna. Come inside soon, alright?” The response that didn’t meet him was enough to know Gokudera wouldn’t get better as quick as that. Takeshi sighed in sorrowful compassion before slowly making his way to Tsuna’s front door, carefully piecing together his cheerful mask yet again. The door shut quietly, and voices and vague, worrisome sounds came from within. Gokudera raised his hand to scrub furiously at his misty eyes, his bracelets clinking together and rings scraping his face and leaving thin, red lines around his eyes. He leaned back against the wall around his best friend’s house and his head banged against the concrete, painful and painfully familiar to something that had happened recently, involving you. “Fuck,” he hissed into the empty street. Class was boring, as it always was. There was nothing that could entertain him that was in Namimori’s curriculum. Tsuna managed to convince Gokudera to take college classes too, so that his development wouldn’t stall (and also because Gokudera being bored meant a bit more trouble for Tsuna, but he was genuinely concerned about Gokudera’s personal growth). But even those classes were much too easy for him. Something that wasn’t easy? Seeing you every damn day and not being able to do a thing about it. Getting closer, getting further, cutting you off completely– he couldn’t bring himself to do any of those. Gokudera tapped the eraser end of his pencil against his desk and sighed, staring out the classroom window into the clear blue sky. He couldn’t wait for summer again but, boy, did he like seeing you all bundled up in wool and cashmere and simply drowning in soft fabrics and cozy patterns. You were so cute with your nose red from the cold, lips burning pink from being bitten so much– he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, no, he would take this to his grave– but what he wouldn’t give to be the one to bite your lips instead, to hear you whimper and moan, just for him, and– A small collision with the side of his head brought him out of his daydreams. Curious and annoyed, Hayato brought a hand up to his hair and picked out a crumpled wad of paper. Who the hell had the balls to throw shit at him? He was still the scariest guy in Namimori (and no, Hibari doesn’t count, either). If anything, he should be terrorizing the rest of the class. Taking a less than subtle glance around the room, he caught your eyes staring at him eagerly. Taking a moment to compose himself, he averted his gaze to your note instead. Of course it was you that threw it at him. Who else? Wanna go to a bakery after school? Kyoko-chan was talking about it earlier and I can’t get it out of my head… I’ll pay if u want!! I want cake~~~ Hayato didn’t hold back the happy grin that spread over his face, sparing a glance at you, impatiently waiting for his reply, before scribbling something in his mostly neat penmanship under your barely legible chicken scratch. No need to pay. But yeah, that sounds p cool. Meet me right after school at the front gates? The teacher still had his back turned to the class, writing something that Gokudera already knew on the blackboard, droning on and on about logs and bases and inverses and irrational numbers or something equally useless. He knocked his hand back and threw from the shoulder, the small, now neatly folded note landing in the middle of your desk. You snatched it up quickly, hiding it just in time for the teacher to turn around and call on one of your classmates to answer a question. Gokudera couldn’t see you unfold the note but your arms were moving under the desk and you grabbed a pencil off the desk too. Gokudera remembered that pencil; it was thin, cute, and pink– with a brown bear on top. The bear held a red heart and its nose was in the same cute shape. There were patterns of hearts and stars in red and yellow and white, and Gokudera knew all of this because Kyoko had helped him pick it out to give it to you for your birthday. He thought giving you a gift with so many hearts was a bit forward– tactless, even– but Kyoko gave him a stern look and told him that nothing he could do would be forward enough when it came to you and, spluttering and flushed, he tried to deny his affections for you but only ended up confessing how he felt about you to Kyoko. Smiling gently like the angel she is, Kyoko let him talk her ear off about you for nearly an hour and a half. She earned a milkshake and a slice of strawberry cake for her bravery. You spun in your chair, clutching the edge of it in your small hand, and flicked the paper back to him. The message was a little more timid, he noticed. actually, can we meet on the roof after school?.. I have something I want to talk to u about, but it shouldn’t take long… We can go straight to the bakery if u don’t want to, tho!!!!! ^v^;; Gokudera recognized how you were trying to hide something from him with your overwhelming facade of consideration. Whenever you felt insecure about something, you always spent time making sure other people felt more comfortable and happy than you were, as if that would make you feel better yourself. A frown carried over his pale face and when he looked up, you were staring at him again. This time, you seemed to have carefully examined his face and your brows were furrowed. As soon as you met his eyes, you jumped, shaking your head and waving your hands to tell him, Don’t mind me, it’s nothing. Gokudera was just about to pen down a reply when the teacher turned around again and began talking to the class, not looking like he was going to turn his back on Gokudera any time soon. Hayato caught your eyes with his green ones and nodded quickly, mouthing ‘I’ll be there.’ Lunch was as it normally was. That is, filled with shouts and explosions and general chaos. However, this lunch period was noisier than it previously had been; a fact that only would have been noticed by the people present if they paid very careful attention to their volume. Gokudera noticed. Damn right, he noticed. Sure, you usually sat next to Takeshi. Sure, you had a habit of clinging to him as you laughed and whispering in his ear. And sure, sometimes you would call him Take-chan as you fed him bits of your own bentou– a fact that pissed Gokudera off endlessly. But what was different? Today you were nestled in Yamamoto’s side, tucked neatly away under his arm which alternated from wrapping around your shoulders to hold you to him and pulling you in by your waist to bring you nearly onto his lap. It stung Gokudera something awful. Watching the two of you laugh and whisper to each other felt like you had run Hayato’s heart over shrapnel and soothed his wounds with lemon and salt. He averted his jealous, but startlingly gentle gaze from you to the sky above you, willing tears not to come and cursing himself for feeling this way about you. “Hey, Take-chan!” You tugged on his shirt, the fabric over his chest, to bring his attention back to you. “Hmm?” You stole a glance at Gokudera and whispered giddily into Yamamoto’s ear. When you’re finished, Yamamoto made a sound that can only be described as pure elation, and he tugged you in even closer, tickling you in the process. You laughed and shrieked at him to stop and he only did so when you’re nearly in tears. Tsuna is having a muted conversation with Gokudera and he is trying to pay attention– honest– Gokudera is trying so goddamn hard, but it’s next to impossible when a grass-green snake hisses low in his belly over you writhing and laughing so happily in Takeshi’s lap. Yamamoto whispered hotly back into your ear and Gokudera sees something he wished he would never see from the two of you: you, with a hot blush crawling up your neck and Takeshi with his face practically in the crook of it, grinning all pearly white and eyes staring at you with such fucking dedicated tunnel vision. Gokudera wasn’t hungry anymore. Lunch ended and you gave Yamamoto one last quick hug before cleaning up your trash and putting everything away that you wanted to keep. Gokudera was slower than normal, taking all the time in the world and then some to get ready for class again. The door to the roof clanged shut and Gokudera let out a heavy sigh, eyes closed and trying to feel everything that he could– everything except his feelings, that is. He relished the cool breath of wind that blew against his face, tossing his hair around and whistling softly to him. He took account of the ground beneath him, hard and sturdy, and the sounds of teenagers filtering back into the school, complaining about their classes and each other. The one thing he didn’t hear–not until it was too late– was you. “Hayato?” you tugged on the back of his shirt, scaring him witless. He yelped like a kicked puppy and spun around to face you, composure long lost. He tried to say something but nothing left his lips; nothing coherent, at least. The hand that grasped his shirt didn’t cease touching him. It got even closer than before as you took a step, and then another, into his personal space. The height difference between you was just too much for him to handle and Gokudera felt himself simultaneously trying to pale and flush, unsure which won over in the end. Your hand slid along his waist, his side, and up his chest lightly. The smile that took root on your face was weak and bashful, even– and you bumped your forehead on his chest before you looked back up at him, an emotion he didn’t recognize dancing in your eyes. “Don’t forget, we’re meeting here after school, Hayato. You wouldn’t want to keep me waiting, would you?” Your finger tapped his chest teasingly, adding another beat to his pulse and he felt fire crawl up the base of spine at your nail scraping through his shirt. You blinked curiously up at him and his voice whispered to you, hoarse and against his will, “No, I wouldn’t.” Satisfied with that, you made sure that he had everything he had brought up to the roof with him, promptly forced him to offer his elbow to you, and curled yourself happily over his arm before leading the both of you down the stairs to finish the rest of the day’s lessons. The roof was empty except for Gokudera. As soon as school was over, he bid Tsuna and Yamamoto goodbye, telling them not to wait up for him. Yamamoto had a big, stupid grin on his face– But when does he not? Gokudera rationalized. There was something about that smile that showed that he knew more than he let on but Gokudera was much too preoccupied with thoughts of you to care. He leaned against the rails, not trusting it to hold him, careful not to put too much weight on it. He took a steadying breath. Breathe. It’s fine. Nothing’s wrong. But no matter what he told himself to stop the rapid, staccato drumming in his chest, his anxieties were not relieved in the slightest. He was afraid– god, how he was afraid. What did you want to talk to him about? Did you not want to be friends anymore? Did you grow tired of him? Did… Did you want to tell him you were dating Takeshi? “Hayato?” oh fuck Gokudera jumped. The amount of times you scared him witless was embarrassingly high. “Hey.” You smiled slightly. “Hey.” Something about you was different. Something was… off. The way your eyes drifted from him every other second before coming back to his concerned gaze was unusual, but even more unusual was the way your hands fidgeted behind your back. “So,” Hayato tried to get the words to come out. The light breeze that tossed your hair around your face in a halo didn’t help much, but he appreciated it anyway. “What’d you wanna talk about? I’m hungry as fuck.” It slipped out– Hayato’s cursing habit hijacked his mouth, nerves making him go on autopilot. At least you took it well; your eyes glinted in amusement and some of the tension between the two of you dissipated. A pink tongue darted out to soothe your dry lips and Hayato was a little too aware of it. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while, but I just didn’t know how to tell you– it’s a bit… embarrassing, so don’t make fun of me, okay?” Your mouth was set in a firm line, eyes pleading and vulnerable. “Sure.” That wasn’t the reply you wanted but it was what it was. By my side “I…” you began, then lost the words you had planned. “You?..” Gokudera offered. He wasn’t sure he was ready for what you wanted to tell him or what it entailed, but he was sure that if it meant your happiness, he would do anything at all to keep you smiling. “It’s just that… You know, I–” you fumble over your words, frustration visible on your face. Gokudera scolded himself for thinking of you in this way when you so clearly don’t want him but he can’t help it. He’s worried over your affect on him before, but he never considered how weak he is to you or how strong your natural beauty is under the glow of a late afternoon and the crinkle of your brow with your courageous efforts… courageous efforts that you try to spell out but they fail, perched above your tongue. Your soft hands come down in frustration upon the hem of your shirt and you try again, slip again, and Gokudera is privy to the realization that this isn’t something he should take lightly any longer, no matter how much it calms his nerves or keeps him from facing the possible reality of him losing you. He leans forward to grasp your hands from distressing your shirt, to keep you from distressing yourself, with full knowledge that this moment could be the end of you allowing him to be graced with your presence. Hayato decided that your momentary comfort before unleashing hell on him was worth more than a thousand lifetimes of you by his side in the masquerade mask of lukewarm passion if you backed down from rejecting him now. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” And he touched you and nearly recoiled when your face whipped up to meet his, nearly let go of you because your skin was hot as forged iron and nearly as red. He tried to let go but you wouldn’t stand for it, as you used his hands over your shoulders as leverage to place your palms, clammy and shaking, over his smooth cheekbones and bring his face down to yours. Hayato’s eyes were wide as he met your lips, glossed and smooth and clearly prepped for this specific moment, specific kiss, specifically with him and he could have withered away in embarrassment of his rough mouth and nicotine lungs if it weren’t for how warm you were against him and how securely you held him, despite how insecure you had been seconds prior. Gokudera barely has the brains left to close his eyes on the skyline of Namimori but when he does he sees stars and he kisses you back and there’s a scrape of his teeth against your bottom lip and you shiver and he groans into you and now he’s just as red, if not redder, than you are. A slick noise of separation, then the both of you don’t know how to deal with the awkward intimacy of it, or what to do with your hands, but Hayato managed to gather enough sense– or maybe he’s running on what he’s fantasized on doing after your first kiss together and is on a daydream-guided autopilot– and he brings you into a tight hug and buried his head into your wild hair. You laugh into his chest and when he tried to bring you out to ask you why, you clung to his wrinkled white shirt even more and blindly found his hands, tangled with his bracelets and rings, then laced your fingers soundly with his. Gokudera can hardly believe the kiss happened, can believe he’s still alive even less, but he’s sure you can hear the quickened palpitations of his heart and that notion does no good for his health either. You’re an absolute dream and Gokudera is ready and happy to die right there, but you pull away from him, hands still interwoven, and smile so beautifully that he is sure that angels exist and you’re the vision of seraphim, disguised as human so barely that if you were anymore angelic he would surely fall dead where he stood, kiss-dizzy and sweetly dazed. From his dazed mouth, stupidity falls out. “So what was it that you had to tell me?” You laugh and press a kiss– more confidently this time– to his collarbone. At his affirmative, stuttered, elated hum, you press another and another, up his neck and jawline and chin until you reach his lips again and he kisses you back with adoration and love and his still evolving understanding of your feelings for him. “I’m not sure how to say it any clearer,” you said with a laugh that rang like the church bells that sounded in Gokudera’s head as clearly as he imaged they would on your wedding day, as he pressed his own kisses all over your face and held you close with the intention of treasuring you as long as he had a pulse and then some. “Hayato, I really, really like you.” And that was the day that Gokudera Hayato had come to face the reality, one that he had long accepted, that he loved you more than anything and you felt the same, but most importantly, that you were the right one for him. And that he was the right one for you.
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yourdeepestfathoms · 5 years
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Morgause Headcanons
Y’all I’m sorry I had to. I have a ton but here are a “few”
Morgause doesn’t get nearly enough attention as she deserves. The show also did her dirty and barely gave her the spotlight she should have. So here’s a bunch of headcanons that I came up with because it’s My City Now
I’m just super soft for this girl okay don’t @ me
Also if any of y’all ship Morcest then you can kindly fuck off. None of these headcanons that involve Morgana are shippy or supposed to be taken in that way. They’re healthy sibling headcanons and not fucking incest. Just fuck off in general if you ship siblings together.
* Really really really really REALLY loves spiders
* Tarantulas are her favorite and she has a bunch
* Morgause, with her tarantulas on her arms: I am the spider queen
* Names all her tarantulas after goddesses
* Calls them her “pretty girls”
* Then there was this one incident,,,,
* Morgause: *outside with one of her spiders*
Some hawk: *comes out of nowhere and snatches it up*
Morgause:
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* Also snakes
* Would walk around with a python coiled around her neck
* Doesn’t like admitting she is/was wrong about something
* Doesn’t do well in emotional situations (i.e. freezes up, avoids eye contact, has a meltdown, loses control of her magic)
* Don’t ask for her comfort because she’s terrible at it
* The best she could do is:
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* Gets uncomfortable when people invade her personal space
* Doesn’t enjoy being touched out of nowhere
* That being said, sudden hugs, too (Morgana learned that the hard way)
* Always has a weapon on her. Whether it be a flail or sword or a dagger hidden in her boots, she’s always armed
* Even though she has magic, she just feels a little safer with a weapon
* But if she doesn’t or magic isn’t a option, she will freaking bite
* Bite, scratch, spit, kick, punch- she will absolutely lose it if she feels cornered
* This one time she got her mouth covered by some bandit and her fight or flight instincts kicked in. Before she thought to use her magic, she clamps her teeth down on the man’s hand and bites off three of his fingers
* This other time another bandit had her pinned against the wall, touching her in a very provocative way. She was panicking, adrenaline making her act NOW and it wasn’t magic she went with. Instead, she bites down on the man’s ear and jerks her head, tearing it off completely. She literally bites off an ear
* Trust issues
* Prone to sensory overloads and she isn’t quite sure why. They make her sister worried, though
* Also panic attacks. She hates them and describes them as being one of the worst feelings in the world.
* She goes through almost all of them alone. This coping mechanism isn’t very healthy and it has taken a toll on her.
* Doesn’t know how to ask for help
* Sensitive to bright lights and loud noises
* Honestly sometimes forgets she has magic
* Will climbs things to get something she can’t reach
* Morgana: Sister, what are you doing?
Morgause, on top of a shelf and an oddly placed stool: Getting the poison
* Loves to draw and is actually a really good artist
* If she ever met Aithusa, she would try and get the baby dragon to sit still long enough to draw her
* Morgause, chasing Aithusa around the tower: So this clearly isn’t working
* Has drawn her sister MANY times because she just loves her so much
* Yes, Morgause actually cares deeply about Morgana
* She just has a hard time expressing it and usually it comes out the wrong way. Or every word is about revenge and her plots, while, deep down, she just wants to tell Morgana how much she means to her. But she can’t. It’s like she’s cursed and she hates it
* No this isn’t Morcest- some of you guys are just fucking disgusting
* Gets the Mom Friend™ treatment by Morgana
* Morgana: Sister, did you eat today?
Morgause: Yes, I did, MOTHER.
Morgana: >:O
* But then the next day....
* Morgause: Sister, this is our new ally, C-
Morgana: That’s MOTHER to you.
* Morgause may seem like this refined and sophisticated young woman, but she’s actually kinda ungraceful
* It’s the pressure of situations that make her seem like she knows what she’s doing
* Like she attempts to storm out angrily after an argument with a bunch of nobles or maybe some allies and she rams straight into the wall and knocks herself unconscious
* Her sister is always quick to cover it up
* Morgana: I laid down next to you so people would think we were chilling
* Allergic to hazelnuts and coconut
* When she had an allergic reaction, she started scratching at her throat, like she was trying to open up an airway. She actually made herself bleed from exertion and Morgana had to hold her wrists so she wouldn’t complete tear into her esophagus
* Is....really violent with herself when she’s upset....
* Claws, bites, scratches, pulls her hair out
* She’s not okay. She just acts like she is
* Morgause, after not sleeping for a week straight:
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* Very tolerant of pain. She doesn’t know how to act around people being really worried about her, so she pretends she’s okay. So, overtime, she’s learned to endure many things
* Though, this usually ends up with her completely forgetting about an open wound and it gets worse
* Morgause, undressing and finding an infected gash in her side: ???????!!!??!??????!??!?!?!!??
* In a physical fight? Amazing. Perfect form. Very agile. In a magical fight? Powerful. Ready to act. Clever. In a verbal fight? Uhhhh
* Throw out a “Your golden eyes look creepy!!” and she’s dead. you did it. u obliterated her
* Claustrophobic and secretly afraid of the dark but don’t tell anyone
* Morgana, trapped in a tight, magic-canceling cell by Merlin: Alright. It’s okay. If we can just assess the situation and look for any weak spots in the wall, then we can-
Morgause, ramming the door so hard she splinters the wood and dislocates her shoulder: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
* Morgause is definitely that kid who was like “THE SUN IS TOO BRIGHT. IT HURTS MY EYES. IM GONNA FIGHT IT”
* She tried to freeze a lake so she and Morgana could walk over it and she slipped mere seconds after stepping onto the ice. Morgana laughs so hard she falls over on the shoreline, watching as her usually stoic sister is scrambling on the ice
* Morgana, at breakfast: Good morning, sister!
Morgause, running on seven hours of sleep for the past eight days: *grabs a banana, peels it, eats the peel*
Morgause: afternoon
* Hopelessly shy when it comes to nudity
* Morgana: Let’s go to the hot springs
Morgause’s monkey brain: ur sister wants to fuck u when u naked
Morgause: Actually I have to go water my horse
* There are burns and scars all across her back, on her upper arms, and around her thighs. They could be from failed magical spells that strain her body or from fights she got into. Maybe they’re from something else, though...
* She doesn’t like them and shows general signs of distaste when people see them
* Okay but if Morgana is able to persuade her to go to some hot springs it would be like this
* Morgana: What are you doing?
Morgause, standing in the water in a full set of armor: Bathing, sister, what do you think
* Prunes herself and likes being clean but can do it herself
* Morgana is the only person in the world who she would let comb her hair
* Super tender-headed
* Morgause: OW!
Morgana: I haven’t even touched you yet
* Sometimes forgets to eat enough
* When Morgause was holding Morgana’s unconscious, poisoned body, she was actually crying. Those tears weren’t fake or some kind of hoax. She couldn’t fathom the thought of losing Morgana like this. She just got her sister back and she couldn’t bear having her die in her arms
* And when Uther woke up and Arthur ran in with all the guards, she got super defensive and protective. She wasn’t going to let anyone touch her sister.
* She cried into Morgana’s chest after giving her the cure because she had expected her to wake up right away. She just sat there, ear pressed to her sister’s chest, listening to her heartbeat and praying that it didn’t stop.
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justwritingscibbles · 6 years
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A Fine Welcome
Fic Request: 
“How about a fic where zombie Robbie finds nb reader, bc u smell nice he later reveals, walking ur dog and he hugs u u can barely scream bc his body pressed against u. He gets scared but it tickles and he holds u closer when Anti knocks u out. The septics freak bc "we told you to find rob not kidnap someone" but u+ur dog are treated nicely by the Septics who only keep u to make sure Anti+rob didn't hurt u, complimenting your dog that chase defo plays with and its the start of Robs first romance”
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“What the hell do you mean ‘they can’t stay’? You do realise I had to knock them across the head, right? We let them go, they’re gonna start a riot somewhere.”
It was the warmth of a familiar furry body that began to stir you from the heavy sleep. The scratchy voice further stirring you from the black. The same voice you heard before something heavy struck the back of your head. 
“No! They....stay.... pup too.” Another voice spoke. It was familiar too. The scent of heavy cologne tickled your nose. The memory of a shambled walk. A violet head of hair and the sensation of being crushed by his arms. 
A hug.... one you don’t remember asking for. 
“Robbie, the dog and your new friend cannot stay.” A softer voice spoke up. Closer to you. Like they were sitting directly beside you. “We need to get them somewhere else. A hospital. O-Or a hotel.” 
“Zat vould be a mistake. Vhat if they remember Anti? Ve cannot risk letting them go. Not until ve know zey aren’t a threat to us.” 
Their words were swirling in your mind. They all sounded so similar you were sure it was just one person speaking. 
You groaned and you felt something cool press against your head. It was damp, providing a sense of ease to the discomfort behind your skull. 
The bed dipped and a wet nose prodded your cheek, followed by a whimper as the warm body moved closer to snuggle into you. 
Silence settled for a few heart-beats and you could feel the burning sensation of multiple gazes on you. 
You were beginning to worry now. 
“Friend...scared.” The slurred voice mumbled. “P-Pulse...faster.” 
“Zen they are avake.” The more heavily accented man hissed. “Ve need to decide now.” 
“No!” The damp cloth fell away as you felt the world shift. Cold arms wrapped around you and you felt your head roll onto the fabric of a shirt. That same heavy scent of cologne filled your nostrils and you forced your eyes open. Coughing weakly. You were ignored as the person holding you curled around you; almost protectively. “Friend stay!” 
Around the room, you glimpsed four men. Almost all identical in looks stare at you in defeat. 
To them, they were at a stand-still. They couldn’t tear you away from Robbie without causing a very dangerous situation. It would risk Robbie Turning, or you getting injured or panicking. 
The man with a baseball cap sighed and looked to the other three. His gaze close to pleading. 
“Let’s talk to them. They’re human after all, and they have a dog. Dog people are trust-worthy.” 
“Chase, that is so stupid even I’m surprised it came from your mouth.” The scratchy voice came from a man with a scar across his neck. His green hair messy and all over the place. His eyes a vibrant green, like they were glowing. “You do realise dog-fighting is a thing. And they consist mostly of dog-people.” 
The man, Chase, frowned and glared at the more menacing guy. But said nothing, he looked a little heartbroken. 
The arms around you tightened when Anti turned back to look at you. Meeting your confused gaze with a sharp scowl. 
“I still think Marvin should hex them.” He said after a moment. Receiving a gurgled growl from the person holding you. “Hey man, it’s not gonna hurt them. Just put them to sleep for a bit. And make them forget us.” 
“No.” Robbie snarled. Falling quiet when your dog glanced at him.
Panting happily.
Your pet was probably overjoyed to be on a bed with you. Despite the fact that there were many strange men around you and you were practically trembling with fear. (Y/D/N) didn’t care. They were probably expecting a cuddle or even a treat. 
Seeing that these guys weren’t taking you seriously yet, you decided it was time to test out your voice. Your head was pounding, you were being held hostage by a man who reeked of cheap store deodorant and you had no idea what was happening. 
“My name is (y/n). Look, I don’t know what is going on, but I promise not to tell anyone. J-Just let me go.” You were surprised by how calm you sounded. But one cold look from Anti and you were back to shaking. 
This Robbie guy moved you so he was shielding you from those neon green eyes. His teeth bared in a snarl. 
“Rob, buddy, mind explaining why you attacked this person?” The baseball cap guy, Chase, crouched beside the bed. Catching Robbie’s attention and you felt the guy instantly relax a little. 
You liked this Chase. He was more friendly and obviously knew that demanding something or arguing wasn’t going to help. 
You turned your head enough so that you could see the man that held you. 
At the park he looked horrible. His skin had been dry and flaky. Eyes dead and almost emotionless; shambling towards you like a horror film zombie. 
It had been a terrifying experience and before you could sprint off, you had been captured in his arm. After that, it was a blur. 
But here, Robbie’s skin was smooth. Despite a small cut to his lip. 
Had you done that? When you tried to fight him off? 
“Smell... nice.” Robbie said and Chase’s lips quirked in an uncertain laugh. Pressing a hand to his lips as Robbie continued. “Pup wanted...to play. (Y/n)’s hair..smelt...pretty.” 
“Oh dear fucking god, Robbie.” Anti huffed and beside him, a masked man had to hide his grin behind a cough. All of them seemed to find this a little humorous. But you were very confused. Had you been kidnapped because of your shampoo?? 
“An-i tried to... hurt them...” Robbie’s tone dipped into a growl and all eyes turned to Anti. Who quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Cutting off a rising scolding from the last man in the group.
“No. No, that is not what happened! Robbie had them in a headlock! He was hugging them so tight they couldn’t breath. I was trying to remove him off them. Schneep you said so yourself; that the, uh, thingumabobs, on their neck is like they were being strangled.” 
The man who has started the scolding, Schneep, sighed heavily and nodded. Fixing his glasses to sit on his nose as he crossed his arms. 
“It iz true. (Y/n) had abbreviations around their neck and shoulders zat could be early signs of strangulation. Robbie vouldn’t have tried to kill zem. But he iz known to get.... overexcited.” 
“Robbie not hurt (y/n)!” The man’s voice sharpened and became clearer with the rising anger. But his strength increased too and you were quickly feeling the same sensation of being crushed like before. 
(Y/D/N) whined and started barking when you flailed, trying to push the man off you. Managing to dislodge the guy enough to almost knock him away.
Chase was quick to grab you and Anti glitched in behind Robbie. Peeling his arms off you and pinning him to the bed. 
“No! Let go, An-i!” Robbie screeched. His hands reaching for you as Chase escorted you out. Making soft whistle noises to your pup, who bounded after the both of you. 
Schneep slammed the door shut the moment you and your dog were free of the room. The sounds of Robbie’s cries echoed after you as Chase guided you into the kitchen. 
“I’m real sorry about this,” Chase said. Offering you a seat on a stool by the kitchen counter. “Usually Robbie is better behaved. He must really like you if he had tried to hug you in public. He’s not one for stranger interactions.” 
“To be honest we’ve met before. He was walking by my house and (y/d/n) started playing with him through the fence. I didn’t really recognise him till now.” The words tumbled from your lips as the memory flooded back. Was that why you hadn’t attacked the moment he hugged you? Did you think he was coming over to say hi?
It was still a blur. And it frustrated you trying to piece it all together. 
Chase gave you a sympathetic smile and flicked on the kettle. Preparing to make you a warm beverage. 
“To be honest, it’s kinda our fault this happened. We try to keep Robbie indoors so he doesn’t disturb anyone. But sometimes we forget to lock the doors and Robbie has a way of finding an exit out of yards. He’s an escape artist, I’m telling you. Anytime you need a way out of prison, I’d suggest going to him.” 
You chuckled and shrugged. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 
The two of you fell into an awkward silence. What were you meant to say to one of the five men that kidnapped you? 
Chase clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Scrambling to find some topic to fill the silence. 
Glancing at your dog as it pushed it nose into the trash can; almost knocking it over in it’s determination to explore the smells there. 
“Your dog is adorable. Robbie has a way with animals. They seem to love him, even when he’s Turned.” 
Suddenly realising that he shouldn’t have said that; Chase clamped his lips shut and looked at you hopefully. 
“Ignore that. Please? I don’t wanna get dragged into the scolding from Schneep when you leave. I’ve already heard the whole ‘no secrets to outsiders’ rule.” 
It was obvious that something was going on here. But they seemed like pretty cool guys. Even though, yes, they did kidnap you and seemed like they were threatening to dump you in a random location after... “hexing” you. 
But they were still to try any real threats to you. And they were half being polite.
“I promise not to tell anyone.” You said. And Chase didn’t miss the flash of fear in your eyes. He smiled softly. It reminded you a parent trying to comfort their child after a nightmare. 
It was warm and friendly. It surprisingly comforted you, even despite his next words. 
“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything to you. Robbie will make sure of it.” It was meant as a joke. But Chase was never good at those. 
After Chase made your tea and you both fell into a silent understanding that there was no more talking; you both fell into a tense quiet. 
Up until the rest of the group came out to join you both. 
The masked man and Schneep were the first to come out. Watching expectantly as Robbie and Anti followed. They looked like two kids who had been caught with their hand in a cookie jar. 
Schneep crossed his arms and nodded to you. “Apologise. Or Marvin makes you cluck.”
“Sorry~” Robbie said instantly. His gaze was gentle; matching the same gaze (y/d/n) gives you when they’ve chewed up your shoes again. “I...didn’t mean.. to hurt you....” Robbie concentrated on every syllable so his voice carried them clearly. It was obvious to you that he had some sort of speech impediment.  
Anti however glared at you and glanced away. Mumbling under his breath; too quiet for you to catch. 
The masked guy, Marvin you guessed, rolled his eyes and withdrew a wand from his cloak. He waved it once and Anti’s eyes widened as his lips opened and a loud chicken like “cluck” burst from his mouth. 
Robbie giggled as Anti muffled the rest of the series of chirps and clicks. Eyes shining like sparks of green hell-fire as Marvin returned his wand to his cloak.
“Louder this time.” Marvin said and Anti groaned. 
Head bowed and shoulders slumped, Anti stuffed his hands into his jeans and forced through clamped teeth. “I’m. Sorry....for kidnapping you.” 
You didn’t really know how to respond to that. But you smiled and nodded. 
“I, uh, forgive you. Just... don’t do it again.” 
“Ve can promise zat,” Schneep said. His gaze turning to you; hardening as he continued. “Only if you promise us zat you vill not share vhat happened here. Ve mean no harm. But ve vill if you push-” 
“No!” Again, Robbie’s arms caged you against his chest. Almost pulling you off your chair as Robbie hugged you tight against him. “No hurt, (y/n).” 
You chuckled at the collective groans from the other men. This was probably something that happened often. Not to strangers, but it did look like Robbie liked to take hold of someone and not let go. This was further showed through the exasperated tone Chase had. 
“Robbie, we aren’t going to hurt them. We just want to make sure they don’t spill the beans on us. Alright.” 
“They...promised.” Robbie snapped. His hold much more careful now he had you again. He didn’t want to hurt you anymore then he already had. “They...friend.” 
“Alright, alright. Look Robbie, just let them go and we can talk, ok?” Marvin smiled under his mask. Hoping to coax his brother into releasing you. 
But Robbie shook his head, his bottom lip trembling a little and everyone tensed when his eyes began to turn grey. 
“Uh, Rob, it’s ok. You can stay with them until we work it out. It’s ok.” Chase moved closer and Robbie continued to shake his head. He was trembling and you didn’t like the small whimpers that were slipping out of his chest. It was sad.
You reached up and squeezed his fingers. Hushing him gently. 
“Hey, it’s ok Robbie. I’m not going to leave yet. We can sort this out, ok? Let go and you can sit with me.” 
“Robbie...can’t.” The violet haired man whimpered. And everyone froze, expecting the worse. His eyes turning down to you and your heart nearly broke upon seeing the distraught expression he was wearing. “Robbie...stuck.” 
You weren’t sure what that meant, but everyone around you started to laugh. Chase covered his face with his hat as Marvin shook his head, his shoulder shaking from his cackles. 
Anti wore a grin of dark amusement as he came closer and took a seat next to you. 
“Better get use to it. He’s a zombie. Robbie get’s rigor-mortis whenever he stays in a certain position for too long. So get comfortable. Because he can stay that way for hours.” 
“.... What do you mean he’s a zombie?!”
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willgayers · 6 years
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eddie reacts to more richie tattoos
@tohzier .. i sCREAM i LOVE you SO MUCH for giving me the idea for this hc because i cant stop now??? i cant stop writing this??? SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT IT IS WORTH IT TRUST ME
ok so like… once eddie gets over richie’s inhaler tattoo (jk he never really gets over it) he kinda starts getting curious when will richie get more
randomly during breakfast when richie slept over;
“so… when are u gonna get another one”
“idk, why”
“JUST WONDERING”
(not gonna let richie know how much he likes the idea bc again richie would get too excited and tattoo every inch of his skin)
but one day that day finally comes
“guess what eds”
“what”
“i got a new tattoo”
eddie’s tummy flips bc he has bEeN WAItiNG for this
“SHOW IT TO ME”
“whoa r u seriously that excited???”
moment of awkward silence until eddie clears his throat
“uh. no. just show it to me”
“ok”
this time it’s an old-skool pizza tattoo that says in crust we trust and it’s right next to eddie’s inhaler
eddie smiles bc its so cute and so richie
and well he says it’s cute and richie again has the biggest smile bc he likes the fact his bf is supportive™ of his tattoos
so he’s gonna get more and more tattoos and every time he gets a new one he’s gonna go over at eddie’s immediately to show them and eddie is getting really bad at hiding his excitement over the tattoos
so one day richie is like
“im getting a new tat today”
eddie inside: 😳😳😍😍💯💞💖👏🏽💗💯
eddie outside: nice great okay cool wow well that sure is NICE
*nervous sweating dont show him that u are emotionally (maybe even physically) bonering at this*
 richie smirks bc at this point he already knows eddie loves them
“do u wanna come with”
the answer kinda just rolls off eddie’s tongue almost desperatively like he’s been waiting for richie to ask that forever
“yES”
so hand in hand they walk to the tattoo shop that is colored black and red and there are tattoo and band posters framed on the walls and rock music is playing and then richie nods at the tattooer who’s a v pretty girl with one sleeve tattooed and also there’s a huge tattoo on her thigh (she’s wearing a pair of shorts) and immediately eddie is kinda threatened bc he knows richie is bi and this girl looks very cool and WOw eddie just really feels like he shouldnt be here 
then richie lets go of eddie’s hand as he goes over to the tattoo girl
“sup leah im here again”
“you’re basically a regular richie”
they laugh together and eddie gets JEALOUS™ as he glares from the corner of the shop and he’s wondering if they’ve flirted every time richie was here
“i took my boyfriend with me” richie then says and eddie’s not that mad anymore bc that’s right u better tell that girl IM dating you
“oh wow this is the famous eddie????”
“the famous??” eddie questions
“r u serious you’re the ONLY thing this kid ever talks about. wow i can’t wait to show this one to eddie ,,, so im gonna take this tattooed in orange bc eddie likes orange”
eddie swoons bc he can’t believe he mentally accused richie of flirting with this girl when this is what he’s been talking with her
richie blushes ???? and he’s like “OooooKKKkaYYYY how about we get to work now”
so leah has drawn the tattoo already and richie goes lay in the leather chair,,, and leah presses the image to his skin and this time???? its at the crook of his neck??? eddie is very excited at this
he’s sitting on top of a desk ((with his feet hanging in the air bc he’s short)) next to the chair richie is in and is looking at everything very curiously bc he has no idea how tattoos work 
then leah starts tattooing and eddie looks at richie and how he winces a little every time the needle hits a nerve and he squeezes his eyes shut
eddie is not sure if he feels bad bc richie is hurting,,,,
or if he’s turned on bc richie can take that much pain and he looks like sUCH A BADASS
then he does a little sharp inhale through his teeth when the needle hits a nerve real bad
answer to eddie’s wonders; he’s turned on
richie opens one of his eyes and catches eddie staring at him, and a lazy smirk comes to his lips before he winks at eddie
kaspbrak almost passes out
halfway thru the tattoo another tattooer walks in to the shop ,,, he’s an older man with sO MANY tattoos and he has a grey beard and a leather vest and he looks like he’s part of hell’s angels
he looks straight at eddie who gets SO awkward and barely dares to breath because this man could probably eat eddie for breakfast 
but then the man smiles wide
“HI THERE!!!” he says and eddie lets out such a relieved laugh
“hello” he says and richie smiles to himself because his boyfriend is the cutest 
the tattoo is finally done,,, and it’s an old-skool wolf
“what do u think” richie asks once it’s done
“u r very good at ur job” eddie basically breathes out at leah who smiles wide
then richie pays and they walk out,, hand in hand again because they’re always walking hand in hand. its obvious for both of them that they r gonna hold hands when they r walking in public. i will fight you on this
“why a wolf tho??” eddie asks
“bc im a wolf.”
eddie looks up at him with a quirked brow
“…ur a wolf?”
richie just looks straight ahead
“yeah. misunderstood ,, wild ,, obviously im very beautiful …. and im strong enough to walk alone but value pack more than anything”
eddie is gaping at his boyfriend because ???? that was not the answer he was waiting for and that is so dEEP and eds is just very taken aback
richie notices he’s quiet and glances down at him
“what”
“honestly i just thought u were gonna say that you’re like. the alpha male or something”
“well that too”
richie flashes a flirty smirk at eddie with his upper teeth showing out and eddie can literally just like feel his heart go 💘💘💘💘
his gaze slides down to the tattoo that is peeking out from underneath richie’s oversized jean jacket that btw has patches on it. there’s definitely a misfits one and a metallica one
“honestly??? that is so fucking cool” eddie compliments the tattoo
“thanks babe”
eddie’s legs are just gonna go noodle at everything richie says and does that day bc he is overwhelmed @ richie and the sight of him in the tattoo chair is burned to his retinas forever now
“so…. which one did u purposely make orange” eddie asks with a teasing smirk 
richie blushes again
“wow jeez haha idk do you wanna like ,,, catch food or something im starVING” 
tozier is so embarrassed and doesnt wanna talk about it bc he doesnt want eddie to know what a softie he really is. but eddie knows. dont try to act tough richie
eddie just smiles wide again
because richie is the cutest
“sure” he just says
and pecks richie’s cheek
and richie blushes AGAIN
then he quickly says
“the heart”
“huh???”
“the heart. that is tattooed on my chest. it’s orange”
…..
….
“oh mY GoSH EDDIE WHY DID U FALL TO THE GROUND R U OKAY”
eddie for real passed out
@nopetaking @xbell22 @donthateonk8 @stenbroughbros @reddiebrekmyheart @itsgreywaterrichie @donvex @blueeyespurpleskies @ageorgymi @oh-youre-the-worst @eddiekaaspbraak @whipashwhipash @rissyq @richietoaster @edskasqbrak @waterlouis @wyattghouleff @urtury @bukiminajimu @kcutieeesblog @stansmansuris @adorefack@reddieaddict @icyeyes102 @denbroughbill @graveyardshipper @taletellingsir @anxiety-freak-yuuri@rheddie @queertrashmouth 
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9. Cinema At Its Finest
honeslty, christmas movies are wyld and they literally all have the same casts and it’s just so impressive. also. this one is abt THEO RAEKEN AND EXCuse the horrific text talk but as that old text post says “its hard to make the words go [etc etc] so text speak easier or something” idk i can’t quote it perfectly whatever
You grimace as the delightful song starts filtering through your speakers. The credits are rolling, the girl got the guy, everyone is happy and the world is right.
And now you’re here, alone.
Snatching your phone from beside you, you open a text window.
Me: I mean
Me: Fr
Me: like I want a boyfriend so f*kn bad my guy
Me: But like I don’t
Me: I am strong and f*kn know that guys are bullshit
Me: but also pls love me
Me: y’know?
Me: like I f*kn hate movies but like
Me: ugh
Theo: u know I died and don’t have emotions anymore, right
Me: suck a dick
Theo: bby love me
Theo: why u text me anyway? Ur friends w girls
Theo: do u want me???
Me: ……………….ya lol take me now theodore raken
Theo: I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now
Snorting, you beam at your phone before sighing and sitting up. Maybe you should’ve texted Lydia or Malia but they wouldn’t get it. A stupid notion, of course, everyone gets those feelings after movies but…
You grimace at the title before shoving to your feet and leaving the random holiday themed movie and your laptop behind.
“I’m here, I’m here, you can all relax,” you call, coming to a stop in the center of the room and Scott sighs.
“Finally!” Liam cheers, jumping to his feet and you turn to him with a smile, only to frown as he runs past you. “Pizzas here, guys!”
Scowling, you slump into his seat and sigh. Beside you, Theo grins at you before flopping back against your chest. You grunt at the sudden pressure but allow him to pull your arm over his front anyway.  You'd press a kiss to his forehead or something equally romantic and adorable if he wasn't wearing a Santa hat. As it is, you're having a tough time blowing the pompom away from your nose.
“That’s my seat,” Liam whines and you smirk at him.
“You wanna take my place?” You ask, nodding at Theo and he hesitates.
“I’d like to take Theos place,” he mutters under his breath and Theo growls, his clawed hand settling on your thigh possessively.
“Don’t talk to me or my undead son ever again,” you counter and Liam harrumphs but takes a seat across the room. “As your penance, you will get me a slice.”
“What? What’d I do?” Theo whines, already climbing from the circle of your arms to grab the pizza.
“You had a little peeing contest on me. It was gross.”
He hums, peeking at you over his shoulder and grinning. “Must be why you’re so stinky.”
“Honestly, I’m so freaking over you,” you growl, opening your arms as he lays back against you and taking the slice from his hand. “You’re a nightmare and a pain in the ass.”
“Hey,” he says with a scowl and you glare. “I won’t respond to your boyfriend texts next time.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Obviously.”
Beaming through your misty eyes, you set your laptop aside and snatch up your phone.
Me: wjy r all the movies abt boys
Me: like I love elle sm
Me: but im totally that other girl who snaked her in the beginning
Theo: wtf
Me: Legally Blonde
Theo: wtf x 2
Me: I want a bf n not a christmas themed one :/
Theo: just ask me out already jeez
Me: smd hoe I also want a dog and maybe a law degree
Me: def a dog and a law degree
Me: a bf could probs wait
Theo: ur killing my vibe
Me: What vibe? R u out w/out me????
Theo: I was napping
Me: sounds abt right. Come over 2mororow?
Theo: ok, feed me snakcs
Muttering to yourself, you stare at the elevator doors and wait. Clunky, industrial and orangey brown, they creak open and you step inside.
“Wait!” A voice calls and you hold the doors open, spotting Theo coming through the lobby doors. “Ah, my sweet, sweet were-pig.”
“I’m a were-tiger if I’m anything, mutt,” you hiss and he laughs, stepping in beside you. “Sucks about our plans.”
“We were probably just going to end up napping,” he says reasonably and you hum an agreement. “This is something to do.”
“I’d rather be at home napping.”
“Yep, me too.” He sighs and you grin. For a moment, you’re caught in his blue gaze and the doors slide open.
“Oh- hey! Come on in, guys,” Stiles calls from the doorway and you blink, frowning at the decided lack of holiday decorations in the interior of the apartment.
“Come on,” Theo whispers, his arm settling over your shoulders and tucking you into his side. As a pair, you waltz past Stiles and into Dereks lair. Definitely a lair considering the lack of holiday joy.
“You guys took long enough,” Malia complains and you sink down onto the couch beside her, Theo still glued to your side.
“I was doing stuff and didn’t see the message,” you mumble and Theo smiles lazily instead of responding.
“Anyway,” Scott says, clearing his throat and blushing, “we have a lot to talk about.”
Theo: girl
Theo: girl
Theo: girl
Me: I have a f*kn name
Theo: ok girl
Me: what u want, snake
Theo: mood.
Theo: y’know that mood. When post movie that’s cute or someshit
Me: omfg
Theo: my emotions aren’t as dead as my body
Me: ur boddy is very alive so
Theo: ikr fml
Me: aw boo
Laughing, you tuck the phone under your pillow and snuggle down among the blankets. This winter weather is just delightful, perfect for naps.
Stretching, you lean into the warm blankets and sigh. When they sigh back, you can’t help gasping and flailing. Kicking something, you hear a recognisable grunt and groan.
“Theo?”
“You didn’t text me back,” he whines and you roll over and cringe. A pillow crease has left a red line down his cheek and you watch it disappear, fading like a scar over time- though in hyper speed. Why is he here?
“So you broke into my house and climbed into my bed while I was asleep?” He makes a softly protesting noise but doesn’t voice a denial. Instead, he gives you a sad look and cuddles just that little bit closer.
“I wanted to hang out,” he says softly and you grunt noncommittally. Who cares about hanging out- you were napping.
“Liam exists.”
“Liam doesn’t like me.”
“Scott.”
“You know,” he starts, voice getting serious and you push your leg between his calves. “The pack only tolerates me cause you like me. None of them actually like me, they actively dislike me.”
“That’s crazy of them-”
“Thank you.”
“Thinking I like you. Why would I like you?” You tease and he growls. The sound draws a smile from your lips, only for a laugh to escape your belly when he turns his fingers into claw shapes and digs them into your sides. “Ah! Werewolf hands!”
Your bluff works but only for a moment when he pauses, pulling his hands back and inch to check. Proven wrong, he digs his entirely human fingers and nails into your sides once more.
“N- not fair!” You gasp out, shrieking another laugh. His grin is savagely delighted and you’re about to shove him off you when a knock on your door has the both of you freezing.
“Kiddo?”
“I’m alive! All good! I saw- uh, a really good vine. Patrick Charlton…” You answer awkwardly, silence following your words as Theo fights to contain a laugh. Smacking a palm over his mouth, you clutch him to your chest and wait.
“Okay, don’t wake the neighbours.”
“Will do!” You agree quickly and heave a sigh of relief as footsteps sound down the hallway. Theo snickers against your hand and you bare your teeth at him.
“You absolute rat,” you snarl, still holding him tight to your chest and you feel him grin under your hand.
“You’re the one who couldn’t keep quiet,” he muffles and you have to let him go or you’ll break his neck.
“So you two aren’t dating?” Lydia stares, a crease between her eyebrows and an uncomprehending look in her eyes. All around the room stare similar expressions.
“No! What? I would never.” You scoff, looking down when you feel Theo twist around and look up at you. Your arms hang over his shoulders and down his chest, his back against your stomach and his head pillowed on your chest. Or it was, moments ago. No Santa hat this time though- because he'd stuck it on your head instead.
“Rude!” He gapes, glaring at you. “What do you mean never?”
“What do you mean what do you mean never?”
“I thought my question was pretty clear.”
“And I thought I was too. Why? Do you want to date me or something?”
“What the f*ck? Gross, no.”
“Okay, what the f*ck do you mean by gross?”
“So you guys aren’t dating?” Malia puts in but you can’t even look away at this point. Theo. Theo just called you gross.
“You can’t get angry, you said you wouldn’t date me,” he argues and you blink at him, looking him up and down- sort of.
“I didn’t- I would but like…”
“What does “but like” mean?”
“It means what it means, jeez, back off,” you snap, pushing him off you but you can’t get him to budge too far. He’s too invested in this awfully embarrassing and public conversation. In fact, he rolls over completely so his chest is pressed to your belly and his arms are around your waist.
“So… Definitely not dating?” Scott asks and you spare him half a glare.
“Well we are now,” you grumble, glaring at your spectators, spectators who happen to be very interested in the various pulls of thread on their clothes.
“What do you mean “we are now”?”
“It means exactly what I said, honestly, I know dying can kill parts of your brain but I didn’t think this was a symptom.” You scowl at him and he glares, begrudgingly rising to his hands and knees and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
“You’re such a bitch. All the f*cking time.” His words are a whisper, sweet and gentle to the ear and you shoot him a dark look. Stilling, you’re caught like a cobra in a song. The unadulterated affection on his face, written in his eyes, has you transfixed.
Wow.
as i schedule this fic, i am late to posting one from like 4 days previous woops
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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 010 [Unfairness]
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I could feel a presence hovering over me. “Don’t even think about it,” I muttered, opening my eyes to glare at Toshi. His hand was hovering by my cheek, ready to smack me awake.
“Oh, you’re already awake?”
“Unfortunately,” I muttered, rising up like a corpse from a coffin. “I barely slept.”
“Excited?” he grinned.
“Something like that,” I glanced at the clock as I stood up, heading for the bathroom.
“I must be going!” he called. “I will see you at school!”
I flushed the toilet, heading over to the sink to wash my hands. Man, I look like shit. I splashed my face with cold water, hoping it would help to wake me up. Toshi was gone by the time I made it back to the couch. My phone buzzed on the table and I grabbed it, glancing at the clock again. It was only five o’clock and class didn’t start until eight-twenty-five. I took a shower last night so I just had to brush my teeth and get dressed. The phone buzzed again, then again a minute later.
With a scowl, I opened up the gaming app. There were five messages, all from Murder and sent within the last twenty minutes.
‘Oi, extra’
‘Wake the fuck up’
‘I cant sleep’
‘ARE U FUCKING IGNORING ME’
‘ILL KILL U BITCH’
Damn, this kid has some serious anger issues. I settled down under the covers, putting on my headphones and turning on some rock music before replying to him, ‘Keep ur damn panties on. I can give u the name of a good therapist seems like u need 1’
‘Fuck u’
I laughed, ‘When is ur bday? I can send u a diary to vent all that repressed anger fam’
‘FUCK U TACO!!’
I laughed again, tossing my phone onto the table. I closed my eyes, intending only to relax for a bit and listen to some good vibes, but the rock music thumping in my ears lulled me back to sleep.
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I winced at the bright light shining directly on my fucking eyes. I really hate those sheer curtains. I pulled the headphones off my head and yawned, reaching for my phone. Eight o’clock. I yawned again, standing up and stretching my arms above my head. I hope there’s some Dr. Pepper left. I need to stop by the store after… school…
My eyes widened as the realization hit me.
School, fuck! I’m gonna be late on my first fucking day! Tosh is gonna murder me, ugh! I got dressed as fast as I could and ended up stubbing my big toe on the fucking coffee table which received an angry kick in retaliation, flipping over onto the floor with a loud thud. I grabbed my phone, shoved my feet into my sneakers and rushed out the door, only to rush back halfway down the stairs because I forgot to fucking lock the door.
It was eight-twenty-one when I made it to school.  I stifled a yawn, tugging at the red tie around my neck. Every school I had ever attended was a public school with barely any rules regarding clothing – as long as no one showed up naked, anything was fair game.  Being stuffed into this stupid ass uniform made me feel uncomfortable and even a bit claustrophobic, but at least Toshi had convinced Nezu to let me wear the boy’s uniform. I’d fucking drop dead before getting caught in that short ass skirt the girls have to wear.
“You’re late,”
I turned around and deadpanned. Aizawa was standing in front of me, his body completely hidden within a yellow sleeping bag, save for his face which was framed by fluffy black hair. “What the fuck are you wearing, Aizawa? That can’t be the proper apparel for a teacher.”
“‘Sensei,’” he corrected, hopping down the hall like a bunny.
I followed, stuffing my hands into my pockets. “Do you know how stupid you look, though?” When he sent me a glare, I added, “Asking for a friend,”
“Can you at least pretend to take this seriously?”
Bitch, I ain’t the one hopping around in a sleeping bag, okay. I shrugged at him, looking away from his penetrating gaze. “Hey, Aizawa.”
“What,”
“I’m sorry,”
He stopped hopping, but I continued on, rounding the corner. A boy with a mop of messy green hair and a bright red face stood in front of the open classroom door, a round-faced brunette girl geeking out about some punch or some shit. One-Punch Man? Did that even exist in this world? I should head to the book store and see, cause that manga is lit.
I stopped in my tracks, feeling dread settle in my stomach. Wait, maybe it’s just because I didn’t eat breakfast. I noticed movement by my feet and sweatdropped at Aizawa as he inched along the floor like a fucking worm, stopping behind the two. No one noticed him until he spoke up, and the look of horror on their faces was priceless.
“If you’re just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now. Welcome to U.A.’s hero course,” he sighed deeply, tugging down the zipper just enough so he could drink from a pouch of juice.
Aizawa, you’re a literal child and I fucking love it.
He stood up, pushing the zipper down the rest of the way so he could step out of the bag. “It took eight seconds before you all shut up, that’s not gonna work. Tims is precious. Rational students would understand that.” He waved his hand to me and I entered the room, glancing at the seating arrangement pinned to the board.
I’m in the very back row, an odd number. Guess that makes sense. I threw my bag onto my chair before leaning against the desk, my eyes scanning the room. I didn’t recognize anyone but two people. The first is Fumi, who wasn’t paying attention to me. And the second was that damn prep from the exam. Damn, why did he have to be put in this class?
“Hello, I’m Shouta Aizawa, your teacher.” He dug around in the bag and pulled out a gym uniform.
Okay, seriously – what is with the U.A. staff and having endless space? First, it’s Granny with damn endless gummy bear supply and now this fucker with an endless amount of space in a sleeping bag.
“Right, let’s get to it. Put these on and head outside.”
The students hesitantly headed to the locker rooms to get changed into the new uniform, which looked like something you’d wear to the gym. The first thing I did was check to see if the pants had pockets.
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Aizawa looked over the group, looking as if he wanted to be anywhere else but here. “We’re going to be doing a quirk assessment test,”
“But… what about orientation?” The brunette asked. “We’re going to miss it!”
“If you really want to make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at U.A., we’re not tethered to tradition. That means I get to run my class however I see fit. You’ve been taking standardized tests most of your lives, but you never got to use your quirk in physical exams before. The country’s still trying to pretend we’re all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It’s not rational. One day, the ministry of education will learn.”
That’s pretty deep, fam. I closed my eyes and grabbed my chin. I guess in a way it makes sense. It’s like participation trophies back home. Even if you didn’t do jack shit, you still got a trophy for participating, so even if you lost you still ‘won’. It prevents kids from trying their hardest to reap the rewards.
“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam.” He looked at the red-eyed blonde. “What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?”
“Sixty-seven meters, I think.”
“Right. Try doing it with your quirk.” His eyes followed the blonde as he stepped into a circle drawn onto the earth with white chalk. “Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, you’re wasting our time.”
“Alright, man. You asked for it.” Bakugo stretched his arm, clutching the modified softball. “DIE!!” The ball took off into the sky with an explosion propelling it.
Damn, son. That was a bit excessive but mkay.
“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities.” Aizawa’s phone beeped. “It’s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.” The screen on his phone showed 705.2 meters.
I whistled, folding my hands behind my head. That’s kinda impressive. I wonder how far I can throw it?
“Woah, 705 meters, are you kidding me?”
“I wanna go! That looks like fun!”
“This is what I’m talking about. Using our quirks as much as we want!”
Aizawa narrowed his eyes. “So this looks fun, huh?”
Oh boy, he’s about to get all dramatic again, ain’t he?
“You have three years here to become a hero. You think it’s all going to be games and playtime? Idiots,” He smirked, but it looked kinda sadistic. “Today, you’ll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately.”
Called it.
Everyone started to freak out at the statement and I sighed, looking up at the clear blue sky. I had grown to know this man pretty well after spending every single day with him for months and I had no doubt in my mind that he would expel anyone he deemed unworthy. It sounds cruel, but I know he has his reasons, whatever the hell that was. I feel like, more than anything, he’s just trying to ruffle some jimmies. And it’s working.
“Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs.” He pushed back his bangs with his hand. “Understand? If that’s a problem, you can head home right now.”
“Pfffttt,” I tried so fucking hard to hold back my laughter, I really did, but the bitch looked like a little kid trying to act tough to intimidate someone older. He snapped his glare to me and I quickly turned my back to him, trying to control myself.
“Is there a problem, Winchester?”
The way he said my name told me that I was definitely going to get hit later. I coughed a few times, banging on my chest before turning around with my hand covering my mouth. “Ah, no, not at all, sensei.” cough cough. “Sorry, I’m recovering from a cold, don’t mind me.”
The other students were staring at me with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.
“Wait a minute, you can’t send one of us home!” The brunette exclaimed. “I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn’t the first day, that isn’t fair!”
Oh no. She said the F word.
“Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains, hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No. The world is full of unfairness. It’s a hero’s job to try and combat that unfairness. For the next three years, U.A. will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond -”
“Plus ultra style,” I stepped forward with a grin, locking eyes with him. I had heard the ‘fairness’ speech before, shortly after we started training together. He hated it when I used that word against him, and he always repeated the same thing each time, drilling it into my head that the world just isn’t fair. That isn’t something parents tell kids when they can’t have their way, it’s a real, life lesson that kids gotta learn the hard way.
He nodded at me, the corners of his lips twitching. He totally almost just smiled. “Show me it’s no mistake that you’re here. Now then, we’re just wasting time by talking. Let the games begin!”
“Jen~!”
I turned just as my vision was overtaken by a black and purple blur. My eyes widened, body seizing with fear as I remembered the darkness surrounding me. My breathing grew heavy as Gramp’s lifeless face flashed in my mind, my body beginning to shake as my skin grew hot. I could hear muffled voices, but only one stood out to me.
‘I have come to bring you home, Jen Winchester.’
“Jen!”
A familiar feeling settled over my body, like someone had slammed the door shut before my power could escape. My vision started to focus, settling on Fumi who stood in front of me in a defensive posture. Shadow hovered behind him, tears in his eyes as he stared at me in fear. I glanced to the left, scanning the scared and wide-eyed expressions of my classmates. And then I met Aizawa’s red, glowing eyes. He’s using his quirk… on me?
The block on my power ceased and Aizawa speed walked over to me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, a small puff of smoke escaping my lips. My body was trembling, the pendant around my neck like a block of ice against my skin. He put a hand on my arm and helped me to my feet. When had I fallen to the ground?
“Go see the old lady,” he ordered into my ear.
“What? But – the test -”
“You don’t need to take it, just go.”
“I-I’m fine, really, Aiza -”
“I wasn’t asking,”
“Sensei, I can take her.” Fumi’s posture relaxed a bit as he stepped forward.
Aizawa was quiet for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,”
Fumi held his hand out to me and I hesitantly took it, feeling confusion bubbling within me. Did I… try to attack Fumi? But why the fuck would I?
He gently tugged on my hand, leading me toward the school building. I could feel everyone staring at us as we left and I just wanted to disappear. When we stepped into the building, he turned to me with soft eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Did I… try to hurt you?”
“I’m not quite sure…” He held his hand up to his mouth. “I believe Dark Shadow startled you and you blacked out temporarily. Your quirk may have activated as a self-defense mechanism.”
“Did you get hurt?” My eyes scanned his body, but he looked unharmed.
“No, I’m perfectly fine. You just startled Dark Shadow.”
Great, I’ve got fucking PTSD now because of that stupid ass shadow man. I put my hand on my face and huffed. “Sorry, Fumi…”
“No need to worry. Dark Shadow shouldn’t have rushed at you like he did.”
“I’m really sorry…” Shadow mumbled sadly, sticking close to Fumi’s shoulder.
I forced a smile, holding my hand out to him. He looked at it for a moment, looked at Fumi, and then back at my hand. Slowly, as if not to startle me again, he placed his clawed hand on mine. His cold body was calming against my warm skin. “Forgive and forget?”
He nodded happily, rushing toward me only to stop and shake his head. He approached slowly, nuzzling his head against my shoulder. I smiled for real this time, patting him before we continued on to the nurse’s office in comfortable silence, Shadow lingering between us.
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wannaonestars · 7 years
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boyfriend! lai guanlin
captain awkward supreme
the type who looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll
when you first met him at school because your mutual friends wanted to hang you thought he hated human beings
he had this dead look in his eyes and barely talked the whole time y’all were at karaoke and basically just watched his friends sing
you couldn’t deny that he was rly good looking man
you almost felt sorry that he seemed so secluded so you approached him and was like hey...what’s your name?
you learned that he was from taiwan and was like!!!! that’s so COOL wtf taiwan is so cool sjneodlfk i wanna go there >:(
guanlin smiled a lil and he soon found you super easy to talk to and stuff bc you didn’t make fun of his pronunciation 
also got this massive crush on you bc like....ur so nice to him and takes care of him and teaches him korean words without saying shit like “lmao how do u not know this”
the crush was sO obvious like the wanna one members didn’t even know you but they kept finding guanlin with this stupid lil smile while texting so they were like ok suspicious
jisung: I bet 5000 won that he has a crush and they’ll get together in two weeks
seongwoo: 10000 won here that it’ll be in three days
one time you guys were texting and it was getting late and suddenly you were like...hey, do you like me?
guanlin: FREAKS OUT but he also knows that it’s either now or never
guanlin: yeah.....
guanlin: can we be together?
he didn't tell anyone about you bc he wanted to keep it lowkey but one day jihoon was like hey who’s this person on your lock screen
REAL SMOOTH GUANLIN REAL SMOOTH
he’s not a very touchy person and could be misinterpreted as annoyed with you but after a while you realized he just needed some encouragement
if you reach your hand out to him and say “hold my hand >:0″ he gets a little shy but after a short hesitation he’ll hold it
GUANLIN’S HAND GETS SWEATY REAL FAST BC HE’S NERVOUS AF SAVE HIM
howeVER hand holding with him is so nice bc....his hands are rly big tbh and his fingers are long and it really sorts of gives you this safe feeling
the type to want to try a lot of things with you but too shy to say it so you usually have to be the one to bring it up
he has this cute af reaction though like you’ll say “hey did you want to cuddle and watch a movie?” he’ll nod his head really fast and get this sparkle in his eyes
puppy guanlin yes
he suppresses his smile a lot because he doesn't want to seem overly excited and bc he has that sweggy rapper image u know but he’s weak for u so that image is nonexistent when it’s just the two of y’all
lets u feed him cookies while cuddling
after a few months into the relationship he’s a lot more relaxed and laughs more often
guanlin’s the biggest victim of teasing bc his reactions are just straight up CUTE
mild embarrassment: puts his head down and smiles a little
medium embarrassment: giggles and shoves you
maximum embarrassment: shouts sTOP and gets into this ball position with steaming red ears
imagine fashionista guanlin dressing you up and picking out the best accessories for you
but also imagine shopping at a mall with your arms linked and guanlin looking like a runaway model who could fight off 12 men
but aLSO imagine fooling around in the candy section and laughing because guanlin spread the chocolate all over his teeth to make you laugh
guanlin: the type to look cool af but also has the mindset of a 10 year old
even after a long time he still wouldn't seem to be very touchy but he absolutely wouldn’t mind you initiating any type of pda
but ONCE you two were on the train somewhere with your hands locked and he noticed that you looked rly depressed :((( so he raised your hand and kissed the back of your palm and said “hey feel better okay :(”
and that made like your entire week LMAO
if he catches you looking sad he’d start to comfort you and then make this freestyle rap in the middle to make you laugh
whenever he visits his family in Taiwan he makes sure to bring back a lot of taiwanese snacks and merch for you
first kiss with guanlin......lmao
again mr AWKWARD SUPREME here and you were just cuddling and suddenly mama jisung’s words rang in his ears
jisung three weeks ago: hey if it’s already been six months haven't you guys kissed yet? 
guanlin: yeah why
seongwoo: no he didn't mean those baby kisses on the cheeks and stuff sweetheart he meant if you guys have smashed your lips together yet
when he said that guanlin’s life flashed before his eyes and he was like.....kISS????? THAT IS.......TOO HIGH OF A LEVEL FOR ME TO CHALLENGE.................
back to present your eyes got so wide when guanlin went “we haven't rly kissed before have we” BECAUSE HE’S JUST SO SMOOTH
and then guanlin kinda just starts leaning towards you and your mind’s like holy shit this is really happening 
you suddenly feel really warm and you could smell the strawberry cake he had a few hours ago....and when your lips are almost about to touch your noses bump bc guanlin forgot to tilt his face 
and he gets so ridiculously embarrassed about it he just stands up and leaves to the bathroom and legit wouldn't come out for the next four hours
guanlin may not be the “perfect ideal boyfriend” that matches his looks but he always tries his hardest to make sure that you're happy!!
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svt-husbands · 7 years
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How the Hell Are You this High?
Member: Joshua
Genre: ANGST, fluff, smut
Word Count: 10,983
Part 1 / Part 2
The car horn blared out as Joshua smashed his head against the driving wheel. He groaned at the pain crackling at the front of his skull and slowly sat back up. A hand carded through his freshly dyed hair and his eyes scanned the parking lot, watching other students climbing out of their own cars and walking towards the school with their friends. A lump formed in Joshua’s throat. He had friends of course, but none of which he could talk to freely about his problems. His best friend Jeonghan moved away only two years before. His girlfriend broke up with him only two months ago. Joshua hasn’t been the same ever since. He gripped on the steering wheel and contemplated if he should just go home and lie in the comfort of his bed.
The sound of his phone buzzing brought Joshua back to his senses. He picked his phone up from the passenger seat and stared down at the message sent to him.
Mingyu: well? did u go in yet? (7:46)
Joshua bit his lip. Mingyu knew way too much for his own good. No, he did not go in yet. He wasn’t sure if he could. He thought he could go through with this plan, but it seemed that he was chickening out at the last moment. The phone buzzed again.
Mingyu: don’t be a pussy (7:49) Mingyu: get ur ass in there and show her the new u (7:50)
Joshua grunted and finally made a move to open the door. Cool air blasted into the car and a shiver traveled down his spine. It was getting closer to spring, day by day, and yet here he was, bitter and cold and just feeling like shit. He reached around to the back seat and grabbed the leather jacket Mingyu gave him. The worn out leather was soft to the touch and smelled of Old Spice. It smelled just like Mingyu. Memories of Mingyu giving him the jacket and how this whole ordeal began to rush to Joshua’s head.
He had first met Mingyu a few months prior to this whole issue involving you and Seungcheol; Mingyu had just moved into the house across the street with his parents and was going to school on the other side of town. His parents were rarely there, but they were aware of the influence their son had on other people and the trouble he was causing in their previous neighborhood. So, when they moved in, Joshua steered clear of Mingyu and only interacted with him when necessary. Mingyu was a bad boy. Simple as that.
It had occurred to Joshua many times that the people that impacted his life were all similar in the same sense. You, being the bad girl that you were, snatched Joshua’s heart and made him love life; Seungcheol, the “bad boy” (a.k.a. douchebag) who had nothing to offer you besides his dick and tongue; and Mingyu, a bad kid who was helping Joshua get back his girl. He knew that he shouldn’t have dropped so low as to ask someone like Mingyu for help, but he was desperate.
And so, Joshua figured he had nothing to lose and was at Mingyu’s front door one day, fist up and ready to knock. His knuckles had barely touched the wood once when the door swung open, revealing Mingyu’s tall form and set jaw, his dark eyes twinkling. “Can I help you?” he asked, and Joshua took a moment to gape up at him. Mingyu smirked back. “Listen, buddy, I know that I look good, but haven’t your parents ever taught you that it’s rude to stare?” Joshua snapped his mouth shut and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat.
“I need your help.” Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed together at Joshua’s request.
“What is it? Can’t do manual labor because it’ll bust your pretty little nails?”
“Teach me the ways of being a badass,” Joshua responded bluntly, a determined gleam settling in his eyes. Mingyu’s eyebrows separated and shot up his forehead in disbelief.
“Show you the ways? What the hell is that even supposed to mean? And why? Why should I do that when I barely even know you, Hong?” As expected, Mingyu became skeptical. Joshua resisted the urge to bite his lip and look away like a scared dog with its tail between its legs.
“Because I screwed up,” he managed to say, and the words brought a stab of pain to his chest, “and I need to get her back.” That seemed to pique Mingyu’s interest.
“So this is because of a girl, huh? Tell you what; tell me your wondrous tale and I’ll see what I can do. How does that sound?”
At that particular moment in time, Joshua knew that his future was going to be changed forever, and it all relied on Mingyu. He invited Joshua into his “humble abode” and slung his arm across Joshua’s shoulders like they were old pals. Joshua wasn’t sure what was more surprising: the fact that he told Mingyu everything that happened during the past few months or that Mingyu actually listened. He nodded his head and asked the right questions at the right times, his eyes never leaving Joshua’s. It turned out that underneath the sarcastic, tough demeanor, Mingyu was a good man at heart. He agreed to take Joshua “under his wing” and “make him a badass before he even knew it”. It was like there was a silent understanding between them; they both knew Joshua needed help and Mingyu was the guy to do it. When Joshua left the house, a new feeling of hope had blossomed in his chest. The plan was bound to work.
It had to.
“Good God, no wonder you’ve never had a serious girlfriend. Look at all the freaking turtlenecks that are in here! Show some skin, man. Girls and guys alike love collarbones,” Mingyu exclaimed as he rummaged through Joshua’s closet and pulled clothing off of their hangers and threw them behind him. Joshua merely watched from his spot on the bed. One of the first steps to becoming a bad boy was to develop the attitude and to feel like one, and as Mingyu explained, Joshua had to dress the part to get his emotions and attitude attuned.
“I wear what I consider comfortable,” Joshua said as he watched a sweater fly through the air. “And what’s affordable.”
Mingyu clucked his tongue and glanced over his shoulder. “We’ll make you comfortable enough. Just don’t wear these. Like, ever again.”
“Then what? Am I supposed to go shopping for new clothes then?”
“Yes,” Mingyu immediately responded. His slipped the leather jacket he was wearing down his shoulders and tossed it at Joshua. “You can start by having this. It’s just a jacket, but it’ll do you some good.” Joshua brushed his fingers over the soft leather and flashed Mingyu an unsure look. “Well? Aren’t you going to put it on? I’m giving it to you for a reason, Josh.” Joshua’s nostrils flared out in a snort but he remained silent and put the jacket on, letting its warmth envelop him.
“Are you sure about this? I mean, it’s your jacket and all-”
“That,” Mingyu interrupted, “is your problem. You’re too polite and you need to get out of that mindset if you want to achieve your goal. I’m not saying that you have to be a dick to everybody, but don’t treat them like they’re your grandma or some shit.”
Joshua sighed and leaned back on his hands. “Okay, fine. Can you stop wrecking my closet now? It’s not like you’re the one who has to clean it up.”
“I’m cleaning it up right now. Jesus, do you ever pick out your own clothes?”
“Insulting my fashion sense isn’t helping anything, Mingyu.”
BANG!
“Stop that,” Mingyu hissed. His knuckles were white. Joshua wasn’t sure if he should be more concerned about Mingyu’s sudden anger or the newly formed crack in his wall. Even worse, his own health. “You keep taking crap from me and won’t go a goddamn thing about it! Doesn’t it piss you off whenever somebody annoys the ever living shit out of you? Or are you just going to continue to let people walk all over you?” Mingyu chuckled then, and Joshua paid more attention to his sharp canines that gleamed in the light. He scooted back on his bed a bit.
“Mingyu, just take a second and calm down,” Joshua warned. Mingyu’s grin grew.
“Hell no! And I can see why (y/n) left you! Seungcheol basically stole her from you and you didn’t do a single thing! You are such a coward.”
Joshua never knew he could move so fast in his whole life. One moment, he was sitting on the bed listening to Mingyu rant, the next, he was up on his feet in front of Mingyu and sending his fist into the other boy’s mouth. Both his and Mingyu’s eyes went wide at the same moment. Joshua stared at his now shaking fist and Mingyu’s smile came back, only this time his some of his teeth and his bottom lip were covered with blood.
“Didn’t know you had it in ya, Hong.”
“Neither did I,” Joshua whispered. He stared at Mingyu’s split lip. “I’m sorry… I-I didn’t mean to do it.”
Mingyu shook his head at the apology. “Don’t be. After all, I just gave you the push you needed to stop being a pussy and stand up for yourself. Next time though, I won’t let you off this easy. I’ll make you drop to the floor.” He clapped Joshua on the shoulder. “Congratulations. You’re on your way in becoming a badass.”
“Uh… Hot Topic?” Joshua gazed up at the store’s sign with a look of confusement on his face. He and Mingyu had just arrived at the mall, and Mingyu instantly took off in the direction of said store. Joshua practically had to jog to keep up with Mingyu’s long strides.
“We’re starting you off easy. And you’re pretty emo, so this place will do you wonders,” Mingyu replied, looking down at him with a smirk.
Joshua inhaled sharply through his nose and sent a silent prayer up to God. Please, give me strength. This guy is going to kill me before the day is even over. He was wrong. Oh, so very, very wrong. It took very little time for his arms to be full of shirts with bands he’s never even heard of on them, a hoodie or two, and other shirts Mingyu felt that were appealing. It was when Mingyu picked up a set of earrings that Joshua’s eyebrows shot up his forehead.
“Earrings…?” he started slowly, and Mingyu flashed him an evil look. Oh God…
“Hm? These? Oh, they’re for you. You’re going to get your ears pierced,” Mingyu told him and began to laugh at the look of pure horror that overcame Joshua’s features. “Don’t worry; it only hurts if you want it to. Besides, ear piercings don’t even hurt. Now, if you want your nipples pierced-”
“NO!” Joshua shouted, causing everyone else in the store to glance over at him in confusion or annoyance. “Not the nipples…” He cringed at the thought. Mingyu snickered.
“Alright, alright, no nipple piercings. Your reaction was pretty funny though,” he said to Joshua and punched his shoulder. “Oh, and by the way, you’re getting your hair done too. What color do you want?”
At the end of the day, Joshua’s feet and ears were aching and a buzz settled in between his temples. The scent of shampoo and dye still lingered in the air about him and honestly, it was starting to make him feel queasy. Joshua wondered if going through all of this change was even worth it, but then he decided against it and remembered that it was all for you. Bags full of clothing littered the carpeted floor and his bed, but he paid no mind as he flopped down on the mattress and heaved a great sigh. Mingyu had already left, but not without warning Joshua that he had better be in some of his new clothes if he didn’t want to have a black eye to go with his new appearance. There was some mumbling on Joshua’s part, but he still agreed to Mingyu’s terms.
He wanted to dye his hair back to black, but Mingyu insisted on going with someone completely different and unexpected. And so, Joshua was stuck with purple hair for the next few weeks until the color washed out. Luckily, it was okay to have it in school, so he didn’t have to worry about something like that. Not like he shouldn’t have anyway. Like Mingyu mentioned many times before, he had to change his way of thinking if he truly wanted to achieve the “bad boy” look he was aiming for. He didn’t know if the effort was even going to pay off, but he by the next day he would find the answer to his question.
And then, all at once, the memory flew from Joshua’s head and he was back at the present, his hand on the handle and ready to pull the front door open. “It’s now or never,” he muttered to himself and entered the building. At first, nobody paid any attention to him. Joshua made his way down the middle of the hall instead of sticking to the side by the lockers and everything seemed like it was going to be okay. But then a person decided  to do a double take.
“HOLY SHIT!” they yelled, and then everybody in the hallway turned to look at the new Joshua.
He cursed under his breath but managed to keep his face straight as everybody either started to shout something or just stare with their mouths gaping open. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked over to a boy. “You’re going to catch flies,” Joshua said simply and heard someone spit out their water behind him. He clucked his tongue in feign disgust and continued on down the hallway, feeling all eyes on his back.
He didn’t like the feeling.
He seeked refuge in the library, knowing that he would at least get some well deserved peace and quiet in there. The librarian gawked as he sauntered past her desk and threw himself down on the couch where you and him had frequented during the time when he had been with you. He slung an arm over his face and inhaled the scent of Mingyu’s old jacket, relaxed yet anxious at the same time.
“Jesus Christ.”
Take that back.
It was all anxiety now.
Joshua sat up too quickly when he heard your voice. There you were, in ripped jeans and a t-shirt, and Joshua could feel his heartbeat quicken inside his chest. He glanced down and saw that your knees were bruised. He knew without a doubt why they were there, but he didn’t want to say anything or even think about it. He cleared his throat and looked back up at your eyes.
“So that’s what you’re calling me these days?” He was trying to sound smug, but even in his own ears it sounded fake and weaker than he intended it to be.
“Joshua? What the hell happened to you?” you asked, and genuine concern laced your voice.
“What’s it look like, honey? Reality punched me in the face and then decided to take me out on a date. I needed a change; so I got one. All that’s different is my hair and style of clothing.” He managed to flash a small smirk. Good. He was getting somewhere.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him. “You ‘needed a change’? And what is that supposed to mean?”
Joshua clucked his tongue at you. “I thought you were smart, honey.”
“Honey? Listen here, Hong. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but don’t call me your fucking ‘honey’. I’ll kick your ass if you say that to my face again.”
Joshua’s only response was a mere shrug. He knew exactly where this was going, but he neither wanted to back away or annoy you further. He was well aware that you would keep your promise and gladly kick his ass, but he was also aware that he could stand up for himself. “I know you can,” he heard himself say, “but I’m not afraid of you. Never was. Never will be. And especially not right now.” He pulled himself up off the couch and stood in front of you. “I said it once and I’ll say it again: I thought you were smart.”
You clenched your jaw and breathed hard through your nose. “Joshua, I’m warning you. Knock it off or I will fuck you over.”
“You already did,” Joshua replied, his voice much softer and more quiet than before. You inhaled sharply. His face contorted with heartache for a split second before relaxing into a more stoic one. “Besides, I think you have more important things to do, like sucking Seungcheol off.”
“I told you before that the only thing I blow are kisses.“ Your voice sounded tight and forced.
“That’s a lie. I was there that day when you gave Seungcheol a bj. And you’re not fooling me with those bruises on your knees. Next time, invest in some knee pads.”
And then he walked away.
It hurt to say it, dammit, but it had to be done. Joshua had to leave so he wouldn’t be punched or see the look of pain that clouded over your eyes. He was doing this for you. He didn’t like being mean,  but apparently you were into assholes. Besides, you were tough. You could take it.
That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt Joshua though. He felt like he was going to hurl at any given moment, but he kept his face straight and his head held high. Life has been a bitch, but now it was time to make it his bitch.
Or at least he hoped.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. That son of a bitch did what now?” Seungcheol hissed through clenched teeth. He was seething. Of course, you had told him about your encounter with Joshua. At first, he laughed and called Joshua stupid. Seungcheol could “see through his facade” and supposedly knew exactly what Joshua was trying to do. In all honesty, you were surprised that Seungcheol even knew a word like facade. But as you continued with your story, his amusement melted away and quickly turned into anger.
“Yes, I know. He’s a little bastard and I should’ve punched him in the face when I had the chance,” you told him in return.
Seungcheol swore harshly and punched the lockers with a loud bang. “That little fuck. I’ll knock his teeth out the next time I see him. Maybe knock the purple out of his damned head if I hit hard enough.”
“There isn’t going to be any of that.” You reached forward and placed a hand on Seungcheol’s arm. “I’m pissed at him too. But knocking his teeth out is a bit too far, don’t you think?”
Seungcheol scoffed. “That’s because you still like him,” he responded with a bitter tone.
“If I liked him, I would be with him, wouldn’t I? We’ve talked about this before, Seungcheol. He can go rot for all I care.”
“Then why defend him?” Seungcheol barked, his anger now being directed towards you. Your hand gripped onto his arm.
“Stop being a little bitch and listen to me for once,” you warned. “He isn’t worth it.”
Seungcheol opened his mouth to snap something at you, no doubt, but was cut off by his phone vibrating in his pocket. He sent you a scowl and fished his phone out of his jacket’s pocket and read the text displayed on the screen.
Vernon: there’s a party going on friday at this one of my friends house (10:15) Vernon: he says to invite all your friends (10:16) Vernon: you interested in going???? you can bring your gf along
“What is it?” you asked.
“Vernon says there’s a party going on Friday. You up for it or are you gonna bitch the entire time?”
“Maybe. I’ll decide when you quit being an ass.”
“Love you too, baby doll.” The phone buzzed again.
Vernon: there’s gonna be booze
Seungcheol bit his lip.
Seungcheol: count us in
Vernon: sweet. i’ll send you the details later
“You’re having a what?”
Mingyu sighed. “I’m having a party. You know, music, girls, guys, booze-”
“No thanks,” Joshua said, keeping his gaze set on the television screen. “I’m not into those.”
“Think about it this way: the old you wasn’t into parties, and the new you is. Get out of your house for once and go have fun. If you don’t like it, you can leave and won’t have to say a thing. I mean, for God’s sake, I live across the street from you. It’s not like you have to drive or some shit. Besides, I heard that Seungcheol and (y/n) are going.”
That made Joshua perk up and finally looked to Mingyu, who had a sly smirk on his face. “(y/n)’s going? Seriously? Why would you invite her?!”
Mingyu held his hands up in mock defense and his smile grew wider. “I told a friend to spread the word. I guess they must have heard it from him and decided to have fun. You can learn something from those two, Josh. Come to the party. Maybe you can make a move on your girl or something.”
Joshua bit his lip and looked away. “I’m not so sure about that. I was an asshole to her this morning at school. Actually, I was kind of an ass to everyone, but in the silent way. Does that make sense?”
Mingyu sat forward and raised his eyebrows. “Well? What did you say to her?”
It took a few moments for Joshua to respond. “…We argued. And then I told her she had more important things to do, like sucking Seungcheol off…”
Mingyu groaned and slapped a hand to his forehead. “Out of all the fucking things… Great. What a way to make an impression. Personally, I wouldn’t have said that to her, but I’ll admit that you got balls for saying that to her. What did she do when you said that?”
Joshua started to fiddle with the zipper on his jacket, refusing to glance at Mingyu. “I just…walked away. I don’t know what she did. Do you think I blew whatever chance I still had left?” He stared at Mingyu with shining eyes.
“Maybe. But, if you came to the party-”
“I told you I didn’t want to. After what I pulled, she probably doesn’t even want to be in the same room as me.” A sigh came out of his mouth as he ran a hand through his hair.
Mingyu snorted and tapped his fingers on the arm rest. “I still think you should come. You might get some shit on Seungcheol.”
That seemed to catch Joshua’s attention for he snapped his head to Mingyu. “What do you mean? I thought you didn’t know the guy.”
The smirk returned to Mingyu’s lips. “I know a lot more than you think. Take last week for instance. I saw him at the mall with a short chick with red hair hanging off his arm. She was pretty cute if you asked me.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Joshua interjected and blinked hard. “You saw Seungcheol with another girl? Did you see them do anything?”
Mingyu shrugged. “I can’t remember. If you agree to come to the party, that might jog my memory…” Joshua had to urge to punch Minygu’s foxy smile.
“I hate you,” he grunted. “But I’ll go to your stupid party since you won’t shut up about it. And tell me about this girl you saw with Seungcheol!”
“He kissed her.”
Joshua’s jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists on their own accord. “He what?”
“You heard me,” Mingyu said, clearly amused with Joshua’s reaction.
“I’m going to kill him.”
The party was in full swing by the time Joshua showed up at Mingyu’s front door. Loud music was thumping along with strident squeals and boisterous laughter. In fact, Joshua was more than half tempted to turn around and head right back home. He rubbed the back of his neck and opened the door with the other hand, cringing immediately at the smell of sweat and booze. He almost wanted to gag.
“Josh!”
Joshua looked around until he spotted Mingyu casually leaning against the wall, two plastic red cups in his hands. Joshua pushed his way through the crowd of sweaty bodies until he reached Mingyu, who had a small smile on his face.
“Glad you could make it!” Mingyu exclaimed and shoved a cup into Joshua’s hand. Joshua could tell that Mingyu was drunk, or just very close to being so.
Joshua looked down at the cup in disgust and scrunched up his face. “I don’t drink,” he said simply.
Mingyu snickered and brought his own cup up to his lips. “Now you do. Your girly has the balls to do it, so you can too.”
“What?”
“Yeah. She’s right over there with that ‘douchebag’. I think she’s the one by the table with the fishnets on. I have no idea why, but they make her look even better than she already does.” He didn’t even flinch at Joshua’s harsh glare. “What? Just saying.”
Joshua grumbled to himself and swore lightly. When he looked across the room, he realized that Mingyu was right. You were right there with a plastic cup in hand and were laughing at something Seungcheol said. The sight made Joshua sick to the stomach and he had to look away.
“Why did you have to invite them again?” he asked Mingyu, and the amount of bitterness in his voice surprised himself.
“I told you I didn’t. I said to some people that a party was going on and the word was passed around. I invited you here since I knew that she was going to be here and maybe you could make a move. And you need to relax. Big time.” Mingyu motioned down to the cup in Joshua’s hand and took a sip from his own. “Come on, Josh. Lighten up.”
Joshua sighed and turned away from you and looked down at his cup. Mingyu was right. He needed to relax and maybe he’d forget about you for one night if he did. The beer tasted downright wrong as it went down his throat, but he managed the chug the whole thing at once. He felt Mingyu’s hand pat his shoulder in approval and a weak smile make its way to his lips. He was going to get through tonight; he knew he would.
“And here, you might need these,” Mingyu added as he slipped a condom and a small tube of lube into Joshua’s free hand, much to the latter’s dismay.
Joshua watched as Mingyu sauntered off and stared down at the things in his hand with horror. “What the fuck…?” He shuddered and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans, where they would be out of sight and out of mind.
As it turns out, Joshua managed to down another cup or two of the beer and watched people move along to the loud music until they started to blur together and he wasn’t sure whose face was whose. Time and time again he would glance over to where you could possibly be; one moment you were leaning against the wall, the next you were weaving around on the dance floor, swaying your glorious hips to the music, one hand running through your hair and the other holding tightly onto whatever you were drinking. Joshua barely acknowledged the girl who was starting to bump and grind into him until she pulled on his hair and tried to kiss him. Of course, he pushed her away and moved to a new spot, only to start watching you dance again.
Jealousy and anger made his blood boil as he watched you, just like so many other people at the party. They knew better than to touch you, knowing that you’d punch them on sight, but in their drunken haze they were getting more ballsy and your guard was dropping. Multiple people swayed right alongside you or grabbed your ass, but you just pushed them away and wagged your finger at them like they were a bad dog. You were being flirty the entire time by tucking your bottom lip under your teeth and narrowing your eyes, daring anybody and everybody to try and pull a move. It made Joshua crazy.
He remembered what Mingyu told him, about Seungcheol being a conniving, lying bastard and how he cheated on you. He couldn’t fathom why anybody would want to cheat on you, especially when you were looking like that. Mingyu was right; the fishnets you wore were very pleasing to look at. The bare skin that flashed was tempting, and Joshua knew that even more was hidden under that oversized t-shirt. And, in his sole opinion, you should not be allowed to wear thigh high boots.
At least not in front of other people.
You walked away from the crowd of moving bodies, a tired smile on your face and strands of hair sticking to your sweaty face. Joshua could make his move, right then and there. But he felt stuck. You were getting closer and farther away at the same time and Joshua realized he had to say something to you or he would regret it. He called out your name, which made you turn and look at him with wide eyes. All at once he felt like he was asking you out again, the butterflies fluttering erratically in his stomach and his face on fire.
Your wide eyes snapped into narrow slits. “Hong. What do you want?” you asked while crossing your arms over your chest. Joshua almost laughed out loud; he didn’t know how much he missed the look you pulled off when you were pissed.
He quickly cleared his throat and refrained himself from appearing happy. “Can I talk to you? Just for a moment?”
You rolled your eyes and pushed the hairs away from your face. “It better be worth my damn time or so help me God.”
“(y/n), listen; it’s about Seungcheol. He's…” Joshua hesitated for a moment and licked his lips nervously. “He’s cheating on you with someone else.”
To his surprise, you chuckled. “It’s that little red head, am I right?” You tsked and cast your glance to the side. “I saw them together at one of Seungcheol’s small get togethers. They didn’t really do anything, besides flirt and stare at each other like the other one was a piece of fucking meat…”
“(y/n)-”
You put a hand up to silence him. “Don’t. I date you, I get branded a skank. I date Seungcheol, I get cheated on.” You sighed. “I… I just want to leave. Like, now.”
Joshua quickly nodded his head and grabbed your arm. Even more to his surprise, you let him do it and guide you away from the crowd and out of Mingyu’s house. The cool air struck his face the instant he was outside and his eyes had to adjust to the darkness.
“You live right across the street, right? It’s been awhile since I was here last.” You flashed Joshua a wistful smile. He swallowed thickly.
“Yeah. Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Why are you being less…well, salty? Most of the time when you see me you look like you want to punch a baby.”
Your light laughter echoed throughout Joshua’s head. “Maybe. And what about you? When you talk to me nowadays, you act like a complete dick and say something inappropriate.”
It was Joshua’s turn to laugh. “But you do that to everyone. So what’s the difference if I do it to you?” he asked as he fished his keys out of his pocket.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Being an asshole doesn’t suit you.”
Joshua dropped the keys and whipped his head back to stare at you with big eyes. “…I don’t know what you are talking about,” he croaked.
“And you suck at lying. You’re not fooling anybody with your new ‘look’. Purple hair? Seriously? You stick out like a sore thumb. And for a ‘bad boy’, you don’t act like it. You’re sassier, yes, but anyone can tell how uncomfortable you are like that- mmph!”
It was a cliché straight out of romance movies and books alike. It was super cheesy on Joshua’s part, but that’s just how he is. He could be served with crackers for God’s sake. But he really, really wanted to kiss you. He missed the warmth of your skin when he caressed your face, the feathery feeling of your lips. His whole was being was tingling like crazy at this point. And when you kissed him back, he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest.
He missed you.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes felt wet and his cheeks felt warm. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“So am I,” you whispered back.
Joshua finally let out the delighted laugh that was building up in his chest and pressed his forehead to yours, his nose brushing against yours. “You won’t believe how many things I regret. Not strangling Seungcheol when I had the chance is one of them.”
“Don’t worry; I’ve got that covered.” Your breath smelled of alcohol, but Joshua didn’t care. Not when your eyes were shining like that. “Do you want to unlock your door now? It’s getting chilly,” you murmured and ran a hand down Joshua’s arm. He snapped back to reality and bent over to retrieve the keys, a flustered expression on his features.
“Of course.” Joshua hastily unlocked the door and motioned for you to enter before him. Once inside, you instantly took off your boots and set them against the wall like you have done so many times before. Joshua sent you a pleased smile. “You know, for someone who hasn’t been here in awhile, you seem to remember the house rules.”
“Hell yeah. Where are your parents at? I thought they’d be up for sure with all the noise coming from what’s-his-name’s place.”
“Business trip.”
You snorted and flashed Joshua a sly smile. “I bet I know the way to your bedroom too.”
Your words sent a shiver down Joshua’s spine. He licked his lips and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket. “I doubt you do,” he teased.
“Alright then. I’ll just go upstairs and see if I’m right,” you shot back and then hurried up the stairs. Joshua smiled to himself and ran up the stairs after you. He caught up to you rather quickly and grabbed you from behind, causing you to squeal out with laughter and sink your nails into his hands. Joshua winced and let go of your waist, mumbling how you were being unfair. You pushed him into his bedroom and closed the door with a victorious smirk. “Looks like I was right after all.”
“Now’s not the time to be cocky,” Joshua continued to mumble.
The smirk disappeared from your face and turned into something softer. “Then what is it time for?” You took a seat next to Joshua on his bed and settled a hand on his thigh. “Tell me, sweet cheeks, what exactly do you regret?”
A lump was starting to form in his throat. You called him sweet cheeks… He hadn’t realized how much he missed the nickname. After clearing his throat, Joshua began to speak. “Well… There’s a lot. I should have stood up to Seungcheol more, that’s one. I regret not saying anything when everybody was talking bad behind your back… The worst part is that for a moment I believed them. That’s the reason why I didn’t sleep with you that one time. I didn’t want to see you in that kind of light. ” Joshua paused for a moment and directed his attention onto your hand. “And I didn’t do anything after you left me. I should have chased after you or called or something- but I didn’t. And… And I didn’t express what I feel for you when you and I both wanted to.”
Your hand gripped onto his thigh. “What do you mean?” you questioned, your voice light.
Joshua looked back up into your eyes. “You know exactly what I mean.”
Joshua marveled the way your pupils expanded at his words and how you kissed him, though this time with more pressure and movement than the sweet one that happened at his front door. His hands found their way onto your waist and pulled you up into his lap. “God, (y/n),” he murmured against your mouth, “I love you. I love you so, so much.”
He heard you gasp and felt your lips twitch in a smile. “I love you too,” you responded in a breathy tone as you yanked off your large shirt. Joshua followed along in your footsteps and hastily discarded his jacket and shirt. “Pants, off. Now.”
You and Joshua both hopped up and pulled off whatever that was unnecessary: you, your fishnets, and Joshua, his jeans. It took only seconds for you to be underneath Joshua on the bed and have his hands on your back, his eyes seeking yours for permission. You smiled at his hesitation and gave him a slight nod, and then your bra was off and slung to the floor.
Joshua was in awe. Your breasts looked as perfect as he always believed they would be, the flesh all soft and supple and for him. He glanced back up for your approval and you nodded your head eagerly. His hands cupped your breasts and he squeezed them gently while inhaling sharply. He continued to knead them and brushed his thumbs over the nipples, relishing the way your breath hitched and a soft moan fell past your lips. He leaned in slowly and flicked his tongue over one, the sensation causing you to arch into his touch and grip onto his shoulders. His bangs tickled the exposed flesh of your chest as he took your nipple into his mouth completely and sucked on it gingerly.
His movements were slow and careful as to see what you found pleasurable. You sighed his name and he switched sides to give each breast equal treatment. Your fingers pulled him away by tugging his hair lightly and you gave him a needy look. Joshua smiled and took hold of one of your wrists, bringing your hand to his mouth and kissed your fingers. “It’s alright, Numnums, I got you.” You nodded at his words and he dipped his head back down and started lay kisses on your tummy. He gradually got lower until he reached the hem of your underwear before glancing back up. “Is this alright?”
“Yes,” you whispered.
Joshua smiled again and patted your thighs. “Can you do me one favor and move to the end of the bed?” You did as you were asked to do and quickly scooted towards the edge of the mattress as Joshua got up and kneeled back down on the floor in front of you. His fingers shook as they took hold of the band of your underwear and managed to get them off with your help. He swallowed thickly and placed his hands on your thighs. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Neither have I,” you told him, making him look up at you in confusion. “Seungcheol hasn’t done anything like this. The only thing that’s happened is me giving him a handjob or head.” Joshua suddenly felt angry at Seungcheol for not doing anything to make you feel pleasurable while he got everything. He was right; Seungcheol was a complete and utter douche.
“I’ll do good, I promise,” he said, and he meant it. You gave him a soft smile and spread your legs open to him and watched as his eyes went wide. “Oh wow…” Joshua gazed in wonder as he brought a finger against your folds and brushed over them.
“Joshua,” you whimpered as your thighs flinched.
“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized and massaged your thighs. He slung one of your legs over his shoulder, took a deep breath, and then finally pressed his mouth against you. Your brain turned to mush when he slid his tongue over your clit with a flat tongue over and over in slow movements. You carded your fingers through his hair and watched as he continued with his ministrations. Soft moans filled the air and Joshua looked up at you with blown out eyes.
“U-use your fingers too…” you mumbled, and fortunately, Joshua heard. He brought his free hand up and ran his fingers across you, making sure they were covered with your juices before slowly pressing a finger in. Your fingers took hold of his hair as you clenched around his finger, a drawn out hiss suddenly filling the atmosphere. Joshua smiled and started to suck on your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. A sense of heat and pride flooded his body and he picked up his movements, sucking harder and starting to move his finger. A second one soon joined when your body finally relaxed and unfiltered noises filled his ears.
Joshua’s refusal to blink made his eyes burn as he watched your facial emotions and the way your chest heaved with each breath. It seemed like you were going to crack under all the pressure, and it was all because of him. Happiness made his heart swell up in his chest and made his fingers move faster. You managed to crack your eyes open and glance down at him one last time before your whole body seized up as you inhaled sharply and then your taste flooded into his mouth. Joshua generously lapped up the juices as you fell back against the bed, trying to get your breathing under control.
Joshua pried himself away and wiped his mouth off. Good lord, he never felt so turned on in his life. He scrambled up onto his feet and searched for his jeans. His fingers shook even more when he found them and took the little tube of lube and the condom out of his back pocket and clutched them in his hands. He looked back to see you readjusting yourself comfortably on his bed and swallowed thickly. In one swift move, he was hovering over your naked form and pressing heated kisses against your mouth.
Your hands found their place on his stomach and they drifted down, your fingers hooking around the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugging it down. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and Joshua groaned lowly against your mouth. He rid himself of the last piece of clothing and fully pressed himself against your body.
“Joshua,” your voice cracked. Your fingertips drifted up his spine and then dug into his shoulders. “Can you…?”
His initial response was to kiss you. “Yes, Numnums. I will.”
In mere minutes, Joshua was in you, moving at a sweet and sensual pace. His hands caressed whatever skin they found and his eyes watched your slightly heaving chest, letting the image burn into his brain. Your light panting filled the room along with breathless sighs of both his name and yours. Your hands gripped tightly onto the sheets as you thought that you were going to fly away if you didn’t have something to hang on. A clammy hand left your thigh and instead held on to your left one.
Your breath hitched and Joshua took that as a sign to push harder and to go deeper. You couldn’t help but clench your thighs around his waist and enjoy the snug feeling of his hips rutting against yours. The pants coming from your mouth became deeper and became mixed with small moans.
“You alright, baby?” Joshua muttered, and the new name sent a shiver down your spine.
You nodded in response. “Yeah. It actually feels better than what I anticipated…” Joshua chuckled and caressed your cheek with his other hand, his thumb brushing against your skin as he pressed another loving kiss to your mouth.
“I um, read up on some things before,” he continued, “and I guess girls don’t really… you know, do that the first time round?”
Now it was your turn to laugh. “You really need to shut up.”
“Hey! I just want to make sure you’re comfortable and enjoying this as much as I am.” Joshua’s eyes shone with such a raw emotion and the dim light coming through the window from across the street cast shadows across his pretty face. You felt your heart swell.
You kissed him again and a brilliant light flashed behind your eyelids, making you sigh against his lips. Joshua’s breath hitched and then he started to giggle, unable to help himself. He pulled away and set his forehead against your shoulder and you could see his chest shaking. “Are you seriously laughing because I came?” you snapped at him, suddenly feeling hurt.
“No, no,” Joshua quickly said and looked back into your eyes. “I just can’t believe it. I’m more happy than anything. Seriously, my heart’s beating like crazy because of you.”
You could tell he was blushing, even though you couldn’t see it. You pressed your free hand against his chest and realized that he was telling the truth. You felt the corners of your mouth stretch wide. “Then finish.”
Joshua went silent for a moment. “…I already did. I uh… It was when I was laughing?”
“Oh, man! Are you freaking kidding me? Jesus, Joshua! Don’t tell me you have some weird fucking fetish for laughing-”
“I didn’t realize it was happening until it happened!”
You snorted and bit down on your lip to keep from laughing yourself. Joshua smacked your arm and pulled away from you completely, but you could tell he was smiling.
“You are one kinky piece of shit, sweet cheeks.”
Joshua felt his face grow hotter. “Shut up.”
The following Monday morning came quicker than Joshua anticipated. He wasn’t nervous for himself, but what was supposed to be going down. The morning after Joshua had slept with you, you told him how you were going to confront Seungcheol about his cheating. Though, he had to admit that you weren’t much better. But secretly he was excited that you were going to end it with Seungcheol.
Joshua turned the corner to head to your locker, but he slowed his step as he watched Seungcheol get up in your face. That much wasn’t a surprise on a normal day, but this time it seemed Seungcheol was practically snarling at you. Your face remained stoic, but Joshua noticed that your hand was balled into a fist. He bit his lip, knowing that he shouldn’t interfere, but both the new and old him did not want to see you in a fight with your boyfriend.
He was unaware of his feet moving on their own accord or his hand yanking Seungcheol back by the collar. Seungcheol’s eyes widened but quickly disappeared from view as Joshua’s fist sailed right into his jaw. “Stay away from her!” he yelled.
Seungcheol staggered for a moment and then realized what just happened. “Stay the hell out of this, Hong. We all know that’s the best option for you,” he warned.
“Hell no. This is my business, Seungcheol. And there’s no way I’m backing out. Just leave her alone.”
Seungcheol smiled, but Joshua could still see his jaw tick. “So this is the motherfucker who fucked you? I’m not even surprised,” he said, directing his attention back to you. He quickly glanced back to Joshua. “You little bitch. I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Joshua opened his mouth to retort, but Seungcheol’s fist collided with his eye, knocking him back. His vision became dangerously fuzzy and an unpleasant feeling settled in his stomach. He could hear Seungcheol laughing, and then a very blurry fist came into view. This time, though, whatever light was visible disappeared when it made contact.
Muffled voices echoed throughout his head. Speaking of which, his head hurt like hell. A groan slipped out of his mouth and Joshua tried to sit up, but a hand hastily pushed him back down. He was lying down? Weird.
“Joshua? Can you hear me? Don’t sit up so quickly, you idiot,” he heard your voice say.
Slowly, Joshua managed to open his eyes to see you leaning over top of him, a concerned look adorning your features. “(y/n)? What happened?” Joshua noticed the metallic taste in his mouth and had the urge to throw up.
“Seungcheol knocked you onto your ass, that’s what happened. You shouldn’t have gotten between us like that. You would have ended up in an even worse condition if I wasn’t there.”
Joshua groaned.
“You’re an idiot, you know that? I can handle myself, everyone- including you- knows that. So, like, why?”
“He was going to hurt you, the asshole. I couldn’t stand back and watch.”
“Joshua, this isn’t some teen drama on TV or some cheesy love story where I’m the damsel in distress. I know you’ve got this whole ‘bad boy’ image trying to go on, but you need to stop. It’s only going to get worse from here. Seungcheol is going to kill you.”
“Then let him kill me. I already feel brain dead from his punches. Which, by the way, hurts like a fucking bitch, excuse my language.”
“You don’t get it, do you? There’s nothing left to prove. You slept with me. I broke up with Seungcheol. What more do you want? You can drop the dumb role or whatever you’re trying to play and just be yourself again.”
Joshua heaved a sigh and pressed the base of his palms against his eyes. “You know I can’t do that, at least not now. Seungcheol needs to be dealt with.”
In a swift move, you retracted back into the chair you sat in, your jaw clenched in anger. “You’re such a fucking egomaniac. First you couldn’t deal with me having better grades than you, then you couldn’t stand that people judged you for being with a ‘slut’, and now you’re more concerned with outdoing Seungcheol at his own game? Spoiler alert, Joshua. You’ll lose. And if you don’t believe me now, you’ll believe it when your face gets smashed in. I’m trying to save you, Joshua. Just give it up.”
He was silent for a moment. “…I’m already in too deep.”
You sucked in a sharp breath. “Fine. I’m done. I’m so freakin’ done with all of this bullshit.” You grabbed your bag off the floor and hastily stood up. “Congratulations, Hong. You’ll get what you’ve always wanted.”
Joshua watched as you stormed out of the nurse’s office. How many times has he screwed up now? It was becoming too much to even keep count of. His chest ached, possibly more than when you broke up with him. What you said to him seemed vague, but deep down he knew that whatever you meant was not good at all.
In a week, Joshua, along with the rest of the student body, became more than aware of what you meant. Your grades dropped dramatically and all too suddenly. You were right; Joshua did get what he wanted. He was number one in the class, but at what cost? Oh yeah, a broken heart and a poor diet. The situation really set in when the principal came up to him that morning and congratulated Joshua for his “outstanding effort”.
“Mr. Hong!” the principal said with a cheery voice and clapped Joshua upon the shoulder, “I’m sure you already know the news, but on behalf of myself and the rest of the staff, we’d like to congratulate you on your becoming of valedictorian.”
Joshua’s stomach dropped to the floor and his throat went dry. He thanked the principal in a small voice and hurried away.
Driving home, it seemed, was a difficult task. Dark thoughts crept into Joshua’s mind as he stared straight at the road. What if he just took a sudden left and crashed into the car that was passing by? What if he just kept going and going without ever letting go of the gas? He shook his head. No, that would just be stupid. Doing something reckless such as that would just make matters worse, not fix them.
Without realizing it, Joshua pulled into your driveway and shut the motor off. He stared at the front steps to your house, remembering how you would sit out and wait for his sorry ass to come and pick you up for school. He wished you were sitting there now, ready to hop up and get into his car to kiss him hello.
Joshua’s throat constricted and he coughed roughly to make the feeling go away. His eyes felt wet and his hands were shaking. This was all his fault. He was so full of himself, just like you said. He had to prove himself better than you, he had to be the golden boy in everyone’s eyes, and when that didn’t satisfy him, he changed himself completely because he thought that would have been for the better. He was wrong.
He’s been wrong this whole time.
He ripped off the leather jacket Mingyu gave him what felt like forever again and smoothed down his ruffled hair. He was done with all of this “bad boy” bullshit. The plan didn’t work out. The breeze ripped through his hair and made goosebumps raise up on his arms when he opened the car door and fast walked up to your front door.
He didn’t bother ringing the doorbell and entered, which startled your mom and made her jump. “Joshua-” she started, but Joshua cut her off with a single look and hurried up the stairs two at a time to your room.
You were sitting on your bed, staring blankly at the wall and earbuds protruding from your skull. Your barely glanced at Joshua when he made his abrupt entrance and simply paused your music. “What do you want now?” you asked blandly and removed the earbuds.
“I was wrong. I was wrong this whole time. I didn’t need a change. What I need-” Joshua paused and licked his bottom lip. He knew that he was spewing out word vomit, but frankly, he did not give a damn. And he realized in that moment what he truly needed in his life, what he truly wanted. He thought it was to be the best, to put you in your place and rub it in as he did so, but that all changed the moment he started to crush on you.
What he wanted was your heart, but when he had it, he threw it away. Like how the saying goes, you never know what you got until it’s gone. How true it was, and it was extremely painful.
“I need to be myself,” he finally said at last. God, he was such an idiot.
You slowly got up off your bed and regarded him with tight lips. “So? Your point? Are you going to have this long ass monologue about how you realized how much of a douche you really are and that you’re not much different from everyone, especially Seungcheol? You got what you’ve always wanted, ever since the day you started school. But tell me this, Joshua: was it even worth it?”
And the answer was no. Joshua didn’t even want it. He somehow convinced himself that he could face his demons, whatever they were, and maybe relieve some of the pain that refused to leave his heart.
“No,” he replied with a voice raw with emotion. “I have it and I’m not satisfied. I don’t think I even want it.”
You snickered and slowly clapped your hands. “Well whoopdy-fucking-doo. Welcome to the real world, Joshua. Nobody’s ever satisfied with anything. Give a man unlimited wealth and he wants more. Give a girl the perfect body and she’ll still feel insecure. Make someone a different color and there will always be problems-”
“Give somebody love and they won’t realize how much they wanted it until it’s taken away,” Joshua interrupted.
Your eyes narrowed your eyes at him. “Do you mind? I was having a theatrical moment there.”
“I don’t want to be better than you, (y/n). I just wanted you to know how I feel about you and that nothing can ever change that. I love you. I love you with all my heart and every single fiber of my being and I’m breaking my own heart over this.”
“Well, sorry to inform you, Joshua, but I don’t love you.”
Joshua’s heart seized up and he choked. “But- but when we… you know…”
“That was then. I did love you, but I don’t anymore. You’re not the Joshua I fell in love with. All I see in front of me is another person that I don’t want to see or be around. I guess I’m breaking your heart again, aren’t I? Too bad. You broke mine a long time ago.” You walked over to him and gestured to the door. “You should probably leave.”
The pants coming out of Joshua’s mouth were short and ragged. “Can’t we just talk about this? Please?”
Your face, just like your eyes, were emotionless. “No.”
The single word was a blow to the heart. “I can change,” Joshua begged.
“You’ve changed enough for my liking. Now go. Please.”
Joshua drew a shaky breath that betrayed his feelings. Tears began to well at his eyes. He gave a short nod and exited the room, leaving you and the fragments of his heart behind.
They say that wounds took time to heal. But how long did it really take?
Joshua felt like he was constantly in pain and it didn’t help one bit that he had lost so much weight. Graduation was right around the corner, and Joshua was dreading it more and more with each passing day. He was valedictorian for Pete’s sake. He should be proud, just like the teachers and his parents, but he couldn’t force himself to.
His hair was back to the brown color that he preferred, and he was unsure that he could ever look at the color purple the same ever again. His closet was back to the way it used to be, no longer full of black and gray but now full of color and his beloved turtlenecks. His decided to keep the ear piercings though, mostly because they cost a good bit of cash but he secretly liked them more than he probably should have. Mingyu even stopped talking to him for a while, but when he caught word of Joshua’s condition he became the supportive friend that Joshua desperately needed. It was like having Jeonghan again but not.
“Josh, you need to eat,” Mingyu said to him one night. “At the rate you’re going, you’re going to be dead within the year.”
Joshua shrugged numbly and furrowed deeper within the blanket he wrapped around himself. “I’m not hungry, that’s all.”
Mingyu sighed. “That’s what you always say. I’m going to start force feeding you if you don’t shove one of these goddamn crackers into your cakehole this instant.”
Joshua submitted and reached a bony hand out to snatch a few crackers. “I don’t feel like myself anymore.”
“You’re telling me,” Mingyu said over a mouthful of cracker, “You’re more emo than before. But you do know it’s pointless to beat yourself up this much over some girl. There’s plenty more out there, and there’s guys too, if you’re into that.”
“How bad are the bags under my eyes?”
“Shitty, just like the rest of ya. Starving yourself isn’t making anything better. And what about graduation? What if you pass out in front of all those people?”
Joshua grimaced. “Screw graduation. All I want is to lie in bed and watch crappy movies.”
“Man, seriously. What happened to you? You used to be so ambitious and stubborn. Now you’re a legitimate potato that won’t move besides getting up to pee. You can’t sit around watching Netflix all day.”
“I’ll do what I want. I go to school, avoid human interaction whenever possible, and then come home. I’m in the clear, man. Graduation is on Friday and then I’m free.”
Mingyu frowned. “You’re full of fucking shit, Hong. You’re not giving up on life because your feelings took a hit to the nuts. You just gotta pick yourself up take the bull by the horns.”
“I did. Look where it got me. I’ve fulfilled my dream of becoming a blanket burrito.” Joshua then whooped weakly and pumped a fist into the air.
Mingyu sighed again and dragged a hand over his face. “You need to get off of Tumblr. And get off your ass while you’re at it.”
Joshua snorted. “No thanks.”
Mingyu stared at Joshua until the latter finally looked at him. Mingyu’s eyes stayed put while he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box and tossed it into Joshua’s lap. “I found that in your room. A promise ring? Seriously? How long has that been there?”
Joshua swallowed thickly. “I bought that awhile back, before all this shit went down. I was just waiting for the right moment, but it never came.”
“Oh that’s cute. I swear I’m a supporting character in a romantic tragedy or something. You know what? You can still give it to her.” Mingyu smiled when Joshua looked at him with wide eyes. “You know, maybe on Friday? That’d be a great.”
Joshua straightened up and shook his head fervently. “No way. She said that she doesn’t love me. She’ll never agree to that.”
“You’ll never know unless you try. And besides, I have more experience with girls than you do. And from what I’ve heard, I still think she loves you. She just won’t admit it. You know, to save herself from heartbreak or some shit like that.”
Joshua had to admit that Mingyu had a point.
That doesn’t mean that he believed him though.
Friday came much too quickly for Joshua’s taste. The small box felt heavy in the pocket of his slacks and he couldn’t stop his hands from sweating. The bright lights beaming down on him didn’t help, and he was pretty sure that everyone was staring at his waxy skin and the dark circles under his eyes. The multiple speeches that were given went in one ear and out the other, including the one Joshua had to give himself.
Most of the things he talked about were school and how far his class had come and how they would probably never see each other ever again. It was the classic let’s-make-everyone-cry type of speech. Joshua’s voice was full of vigor, but his heart wasn’t in it. At the end of his speech, everyone in the auditorium applauded and some even cheered. The moment had finally come, and he wanted nothing more than to go sleep in a ditch. He cleared his throat and gestured for the audience to silence themselves.
“There’s one more thing I’d like to mention, if that’s alright with all of you. You see, during this year, I’ve changed massively. I’ve had my ups and downs; hell, I’ve even become valedictorian. But I’ve realized what it truly means to feel, and what a mistake really is.
“I’m in love. That is what I’ve learned. And it’s with someone I would have never guessed.” He paused when the audience went “aww”. “I’ve also messed up. I found out that I loved myself more than I could have possibly known, and that is my fatal flaw. I hurt the person I love, and thus hurt myself. As of right now, I’d like to introduce her. (y/n) (l/n), would you please stand and come to the front of the stage?”
The crowd went wild as you stood up, face red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. You reluctantly made your way to stand at the front of the stage next to Joshua. “What are you doing?” you hissed, quiet enough so that nobody else heard.
“Something I should have done a long time ago.” With that, Joshua cleared his throat and grabbed the microphone in one hand while the other fished the box out of his pocket. Your angry expression melted into shock as Joshua got down on one knee and held the open box in front of him. There was a collective gasp from the crowd.
“I’m an idiot, I know,” Joshua began. “And this is a really dumb idea, but I’m going through with it anyway. (y/n), you know how much I love you. Everything went to crap and I never really got the chance to tell you how I truly feel. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, but I wanted to be sure of how I felt. And as it turns out, I am. (y/n), will you go steady with me?”
The world stopped then, along with both Joshua’s and your hearts. A look of disgust and doubt came across your face, and Joshua was scared of your response.
At last you sucked in a breath. “You are so stupid. Of course I will.”
~Fin
~Ash
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