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fandoms-in-law · 5 months

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A Hoard of Thoughts

Summary: A few times when Steve's small hoard is added to and a conversation with Eddie over what gets included in it.

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The first time Steve knew what the need to hoard felt like was because of Tommy. They'd been friends for years and in that time Tommy and the Hagan's had gifted him plenty of things, hoping to get Steve's favour. It would be like that with everyone, Steve believed, just because that's how dragons were viewed.

This gift was different, silly, cheap and nothing to do with his scales, the horns on his head or the stereotypes about dragons his parents spent so long forging. It was a gift that acknowledged Steve as just a boy, a friend of Tommy's and he had to treasure it; everything in him was screaming to.

That was an overwhelming need in him so Steve did, not realising then that he'd just started his hoard. After all, he'd already got one of those in the form of a large box under his bed filled with the gifts the Hagan's, and many of Steve's other friends families had gifted him over the years. Except that box was one he'd happily give to his parents if they hadn't abandoned him here age 8 when they worried about him stealing from their own hoard. The notebooks Tommy gave him Steve would kill anyone trying to take.

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For years after that Steve hoard remained so small, remained just the notebooks that he treasured but slowly began to realise the words inside them were cruel, or at least judgemental. It was still precious to him, but had an extra reason of wanting nobody to see them after trying to be a nicer person for Nancy.

Nancy was the next person to give him something that became part of his hoard and probably would never realise that.

At the time Steve had expected the headband to be the first of many little things, artefacts of their relationship and lives together, but instead it remained a lonely headband reminding him that they did look after each other in the time they had.

Perhaps it was odd to keep a headband given just so they could do facemasks together, but it was also an acceptance of his idea. It told Steve that he didn't have to be the 'man in charge' constantly with Nancy and he had to keep that.

An acceptance like that felt vital to him.

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There were times after that that Steve wondered about items, about whether he could have them for his hoard. He'd realised that it was the protective instinct he had that made the hoard his, not the value of it as he'd assumed was why his parents made theirs the way they did.

Taking things from Nancy or after that break up Dustin felt wrong, even if they'd left things at his house or in his car he'd make sure to return them later.

Until Scoops Ahoy and breaking in to the Russian base occurred, nothing more was added again.

When the plan was made and Hopper was trying to keep everyone in the same timing for there plan Steve pointed out his watch, like his car keys, had been taken by the Russians. Erica didn't let anyone get frustrated or even decide one taken from the shops in Starcourt would work before she was taking hers off and strapping it to Steve's wrist.

“I'll be with Dustin on whatever hill he's talking about. You might have to come back here. I get pizza next week on top of free ice cream for life.” She demanded, returning to telling everyone what's best for them.

Steve did try to return it, first once everything was over and then again when he, Robin, Erica and Dustin were having the pizza. She refused to accept it back so it became part of his hoard and he couldn't be happier about it.

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The Byers left Hawkins and Will donated all his DnD stuff. Steve heard that a hundred times in various ways from Dustin; incredulous, upset, confused and finally proud. The kid decided it was the perfect idea to give Will's things to Erica.

Except that didn't explain Steve's handful of dice, given to him by Will. If he'd understood why or what was happening, Steve would have immediately taken them to his hoard, but instead he just stared at Will.

“In case Dustin succeeds in getting you to play.” had been the explanation given. It was a simple reason and possibly not the most personal as Steve sometimes wished the things in his hoard were, but it still made the dice one of his treasures.

/5\

The Buckley's knew Steve. They'd met him shortly after Starcourt was burnt to hide what actually happened there and had mostly welcomed him into their daughter's life. Neither had done more than just confirming he was a dragon but wouldn't steal from them.

That was why when Robin came in a few months later rambling about how it wasn't her idea or choice but this was for him Steve didn't get annoyed. Instead he read the note included with the cufflinks and smiled. He laughed a little when adding them to his hoard, finally it had something his parents would add to their hoards as part of it.

Steve could see that this was more expensive than Robin or her family ever usually got, but also see that they'd tried to pick something he'd like. It wasn't gold, but silver, and while there was a gem, most of the design and bits that looked like gems were glass, in colours Steve had worn when picking Robin up or hurrying over because one of them had had a nightmare and needed to know the other was alive.

It was the fact he'd been so ready to rush over for the smallest things that actually made the Buckley's buy them. Their note mentioned wanting to thank him for everything he was still doing and how worried they'd been when Robin befriended him in the fire that he wouldn't stick around after it.

Part of him had wanted to visit Robin's parents and say they shouldn't have spent so much on him, but he knew that would offend them, had made mistakes similar to it in the past. Instead he wrote a letter thanking them and checking that they hadn't put stress on their finances for the gift, explaining his concern as one he'd seen his parents encourage their acquaintances to do so when young and never wanting anyone to do that for him. He wasn't even sure if that was a lie or not.

“Robin says you actually do have a hoard, Harrington.” Eddie stated while they lounged together on the sofa. “Not sure I believe her since there's nothing anywhere in your house.”

Steve shrugged, “It's not big. You've contributed to it once though.”

That got Eddie scoffing, “Nothing I have is worth anything, let alone enough to be part of a dragons hoard.”

“Don't expect me to conform to my parents style of hoard, Munson. The vest you told me to burn has been in my hoard since then.” Steve corrected, quietly and trying to use the type of phrasing Eddie did in his table top cafeteria speeches to call out the stereotypes Eddie was thinking in without doing so directly.

“So the richest kid in school, literal dragon, doesn't have a hoard that focuses on wealth? What on earth are you hoarding for my vest to get included?” Eddie frowned, genuinely trying to understand Steve rather than ready to argue more about what he knows of dragons.

For a moment Steve thought before standing up and holding a hand out to pull Eddie up too. “You like making puzzles for the kids to solve in that game of yours. Why don't you treat this like one of them?” He suggested, leading the way up to his room once Eddie was standing too.

“You're showing me it?” Eddie asked, eagerly following but looking at bit bemused.

“Yeah, I trust you. Might as well see what connection you'd make between them.” He reasoned, only hesitating a moment before puling the suitcase he'd got for them all. A thought flashed through his mind of those notebooks Tommy had given him and all the things written in them. “Just don't read the notebooks too much.”

Eddie was leaning over next to him, curiously looking in the case but not reaching for anything. “They look old. Who gave you them?”

“Tommy. Just cause I said not to read them, doesn't mean I'm stopping you from actually picking the stuff up. You just can't take any of it.” Steve reiterated, plucking the headband from it's place next to the books and handing it to Eddie.

He got a glance between the headband and himself. “Would be sweet if you followed the admission the books are from Tommy by saying this is from Carol but to guess the rest, this is from Nancy, watch probably Erica but I wouldn't put it past Mike or Dustin being shitheads. The dice could be from any of the boys, but I'm betting Dustin. Only thing I'm not sure of is the cufflinks. I might have said the Wheelers but that doesn't seem like them.”

“You're certain they're all gifts?” Steve asked curiously.

“You're parents aren't here, but my vest got put in your hoard already so yeah. These are things people have given to you. I can't wait to see what other things I give you end up in here.” Eddie decided, nodding as if that made his words more accurate.

Pulling the vest out was easy, except for Steve's hands shaking at the mention of getting more things for his hoard. Robin hadn't said anything like that when she saw it, just called him a sap. Nobody else had cared enough to ask about his hoard, or maybe thought it was more private than Steve treated almost anything. “I guess that is accurate, but I've been given a lot of things that never made it into here. Everyone wants a dragon friend for the things superstitions say we'll help with, no these are gifts that have some meaning or story between the gifter and me.” He explained, adding “Even if it's getting dragged to a hell dimension and my body being too distracting for the man with pretty eyes.”

It was a risky tease, or would have been to direct at any of his old friends, but Eddie had called him big boy and liked getting in his space. If a little courage to step closer together was what was needed then Steve was ready to do so.

“So I should find something sweeter to give you on our first date? Also what did Tommy write to insult me? Don't tell me that's not one of the things included in those books you don't want me looking at.” Eddie met him there, just as eager for their relationship to begin apparently.

“When are you taking me on this date then Eddie? Maybe I'll let you read what was written about you then.” Steve spoke quietly, letting the moment become more intimate.

“Soon.” With that word Eddie's lips met his, sealing the promise of their first date between them.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie #platonic stobin #nancy wheeler #tommy hagan #erica sinclair #dragon au #dragon steve harrington #dragon hoards #past steve/nancy

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9r7g5h · 5 months

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Should Have Been Obvious

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Boku no Hero Academia

Rating: T

Genre: Humor

Summary: "How the actual fuck did I raise such a stupid brat?"

It should have been obvious.

Words: 2,433

"How the actual fuck did I raise such a stupid brat?"

Even as the side of Katsuki's lip curled, he couldn't necessarily argue with his mother. He wanted to, he really, really did, but in this one case he had to concede that she was maybe, just slightly, kind of right. Partly because she hadn't been the first to say it - their friends, their former teachers, the others at their agency; hell, even Recovery Girl had broken her retirement and self imposed month long temporary isolation in Florida to give him a call and chew him out when she had heard the news. The doctors so far had been nicer about the whole thing, if with an air of judgment about them, reassuring him that, while rare, it could, in fact, happen. There'd been studies, tv shows, social experiments - they weren't the only ones this had happened to, though perhaps they were one of the most famous. That had only made him feel slightly better, because really, the other reason he didn't snap back at his mother was that, thinking about it, all of the signs had, if fact, been there.

It should have been obvious.

But, really, Izuku being sick at 3 am almost every single day for two months had been easy to write off. The damn nerd was constantly getting cheap crap from convenience stores for snacks on his way home from patrols, no matter how much Katsuki tried to protest. So they had both just laughed (or, rather, Katsuki had laughed, Izuku had bemoaned) it off as his stomach finally taking its revenge now that he was in his mid-20s.

The back and chest pain? Well, they were both heroes - things were constantly getting tweaked and twisted and hit, and even when they had desk duty, Izuku never sat properly. He was always hunched over his laptop, muttering under his breath instead of keeping track of his HDMI cables so he could use the nice, comfortable chairs and large monitors the agency had gotten them.

Being tired? The nerd never slept. End of story, he was always tired, and so was Katsuki, depending on whether or not Izuku had kept him awake as well. Sometimes a happy tired, if he'd gotten his dick wet at least, but more often then not a frustrated tired, his lovely, wonderful husband and mate keeping him awake half the night because they just had to talk about the new quirk theory he'd come up with. A talk that couldn't wait until their, you know, shared patrol the next day, or shared lunch hour, or dinner, where they lived together.

Crying easily? Izuku had already been flooding the city on a daily basis because a child knew his name, and if someone insulted one of their friends (especially him), they had exactly three seconds to find somewhere to hide and pray before he tried to rip them a new asshole for shits and giggles. Moodswings had always been part of Izuku, and nothing new to their lives.

Neither of them had thought much about Izuku's missed heat; he'd always been irregular, ever since he'd gotten One for All, going from the standard one every three months to sometimes six months in between a heat, or sometimes only two. Their mating and medications had helped, for the most part, but a missed one was nothing to worry about. For sure nothing to call home or run to a doctor about, but instead just a scheduled off long weekend to take advantage of.

Though, perhaps his reluctance to take apart the elaborate nest he'd established in the living room should have sent up some flags. Katsuki was glad for the small bite scar on his hand now, and the fact that the nest was still there, left alone after Izuku had made it very clear it was staying. They'd need it, even if it was ugly as fuck and in the worst place possible. It smelled like them, sure, but he still hated the fact that they owned an Icy Hot blanket, and for some reason Izuku had put that bastard's merch right where it was most visible wherever you went in the apartment.

Sure, the weird food had been weird, but none of it had been too too strange. Katsuki had gagged the first time he'd seen Izuku eat pork rinds and m&ms ("It's just like chocolate covered bacon, Kacchan!"), and more than once Katsuki had wondered why and how he'd let himself get bullied out of his own house to try and find melon pudding in the middle of the night, but again, not too weird. Or, rather, neither of them had really just thought about it.

Damn it, Denki was rubbing off on him too much. He really was a dumbass.

To be fair, in their defense, there had been some pretty obvious things that hadn't been there as well. Izuku's scent had barely changed, the slightest extra sweetness of milk barely there under the lighting and mint. He'd barely put on any extra weight, his increased appetite quickly burned off by the amount of exercise they did each day. They were both already horny fucks, so any increase in that area hadn’t been that noticeable.

It hadn't been until earlier that day that they'd begun to suspect something was maybe, just maybe, wrong. Izuku had woken up complaining of a weird pressure in his lower stomach, strange cramps that he couldn't just walk off. Katsuki had suggested he take the day off, go to the doctor, but Izuku had been insistent on doing his shift first. They had a short, early day, so they could always swing by whichever hospital was closest to them when they clocked out.

"I'm fine, Kacchan," Izuku had said, his smile tight even as he rubbed at his lower back, hissing as another cramp hit him. "It's probably just some stomach thing from all the weird things I've been eating."

He'd wanted to push, but deciding it was better to not argue and just keep a close eye on him, Katsuki had just nodded and gotten ready for the day.

He should have pushed. Throughout the day it was clear how much the cramps had been bothering Izuku, citizens giving him strange, almost panicked looks each time he stopped and pressed his hand to his stomach or his back, biting back whatever noise of pain threatened to break free. Some had even given Katsuki angry, disapproving looks, though when he had just shrugged and rubbed Izuku's back until he insisted he was fine enough for them to continue, that seemed enough for people to drop it. At least until the alerts went off for the robbery.

He wasn't even sure now what the name of the place was, whether it was a bank or some kind of store, just that one of the villains had some kind of x-ray quirk to let them figure out where the best goods to take were, while the other could pull apart the metal and bricks to fill their bags. He and Deku had been the first on the scene, making enough of an entrance that, without turning off the weird eye thing the woman had been doing, both villains had turned towards them, more than ready to fight.

Only for Creepy Eyes to take one look at Izuku and throw her hands up, hitting her partner on the way so she would do the same.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? You need to be in a hospital, not running around being a hero for one fucking day. We’re thieves, we’re not getting involved in this shit and possibly hurting one of you.” Her voice had been panicked, each blink causing her eyes to flicker between black and green as she lowered herself to the ground. “And you,” the snarl had taken Katsuki off guard, he’d admit - plenty of villains had growled at him before, but never with this kind of tone - “what kind of alpha are you? I know he’s the number one hero and all the shit, but really? You really care that little about him that you didn’t take him to the hospital already? Fucking shitty mate is what you are.”

Katsuki had bristled at the accusation, words he technically understood but that all together meant shit. Not that he had had time to do anything: his face dark, Izuku had taken a few steps forward, power crackling through his limbs, mouth open to speak-

Only to freeze as another one of those cramps rippled through him, this time accompanied by wetness that had stained the back of his pants, soaking through and dripping down his legs onto the dusty floor.

The next few hours had been blurry, Katsuki had to admit. Bird Brain flying in on his wave of darkness to take over for them while they waited for the ambulance; the ride as the EMTs helped Izuku out of his hero costume, asking him questions Katsuki fired off the answers to, because he knew Izuku more than well enough to respond even as his husband gritted his teeth against the strange pain, scent sharp and stressed and scared; the hospital trying to pull him to the side so he could fill out forms (he might or might not have tried to bite someone) until someone with brains had told them to do it later, this was happening now.

The room, the doctors, too many voices and not enough answers as he tried to keep Izuku calm. Calm and breathing and following the few instructions one of the smiling nurses had come by his head to give him (smiling, so that had to mean he wasn’t dying, something Katsuki had latched onto), ignoring his own pained hand as Izuku squeezed it between the waves. Waves that part of Katsuki had realized were more than some stomach bug, but he’d been proven an idiot, a complete dumbass, because it hadn’t been until the end, when Izuku had been screaming and crying and accidentally kicked someone in the face that it had gone quiet, that it had ended and whatever had been going on was over, that a small, whimpering newborn had been placed on Izuku’s chest that he’d actually realized what it all meant.

“Fucking hell,” he’d breathed, eyes wide and slightly faint as he’d watched Izuku carefully push back the dark hair on their head. Watched as, exhausted and out of it, Izuku had nuzzled the infant before trying to find a nurse, frowning as his tired gaze had fallen on Katsuki himself.

“They gave me a baby, Kacchan,” Izuku had slurred, eyes drooping, barely awake. “We’re heroes - we need to find her parents.”

“Give her here, nerd,” Katsuki had said, though it had taken a long few moments and some gentle swipes of his wrists over Izuku’s to get him to actually let go of her. “Go to sleep; I got her.”

And that was still how he was now, two hours after his daughter’s birth. He’d called his mom, given her the bare jist of it - she’d grabbed Inko on her way over, his dad out of the country for some business meeting, his green-haired mother-in-law quietly fawning over her still sleeping son. The doctor had given him something, after hearing the whole story, to help with healing and keep him calm when he woke up, though he’d sleep for a bit longer. Mitsuki sat next to him, looking between her phone and granddaughter, eyes bright even as she berated him and fielded calls. Stupid villain had leaked everything to the media the first chance she’d gotten, and Katsuki was glad he had someone to deal with the fallout of their stupidity for them.

He sure as fuck couldn’t. Besides calling the old hag, he’d barely been able to take his eyes off of her. She was so small, could fit in his arms so easily, his daughter. Perfectly healthy, if a bit small and a little bit early, nothing to be concerned about, according to the doctor that had almost had to pry her from his hands to give her her first checkover. A miracle, in Katsuki’s mind, considering there’d been nothing that he knew they should have been doing; none of the vitamins, none of the classes, none of the special exercises or appointments or anything that those shitty lifetime movies always made such a big deal out of.

They were dumbasses, as his mother so loved to remind him every few minutes as she replied to calls and texts and coordinated with PR, but even so they’d made the best kid.

“Kacchan?”

Immediately he was at Izuku’s side; he knew he was purring, brushing his cheek over and over against Izuku’s as he held their baby in his arms, scenting him excessively as Izuku just looked at him in tired confusion, but Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to stop. He’d had two whole extra hours to process this shit, and fuck, sure, brats had always been a “When we get to them” kind of thing, but she was here and perfect and he was happy.

“So it wasn’t a dream.” His voice tired and awed, Izuku just reached out for the baby, their baby, and brushed his wrist over her, scenting her, smiling as she squirmed at the sensation. “Kacchan, we have a baby. We didn’t even know I was pregnant and now we have a daughter.” He was tearing up, taking the offered tissues from Inko as Katsuki just sat there and let him process, nuzzling him while holding their child tight between them. “What are we going to tell everyone?”

“Don’t worry about that, ‘Zuku,” Katsuki quickly said, shooting Mitsuki a look they both understood. He didn’t need to know about the media circus show, about how Momo had created a key to their apartment and their friends were already swarming their home with baby shit, that the world was talking and speculating and wondering about how they’d gotten into this predicament in the first place (since a hero almost giving birth on the field was a new one). “Right now you need to rest, and we need to figure out what we’re calling this cute little brat.”

“Don’t call your kid a brat, you stupid brat. How I raised such a dumbass, I’ll never know.”

Katsuki wanted to argue, but really, she was right. He was a dumbass - a lucky as fuck, happy dumbass, and at least now he knew what to look for next time.

[END]

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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🪓 and 🔞

( i cant help it, you’re fun to mess with )

jungkook is, against what people might think, a total sweetheart.

You really don't get why everyone tells you to cut it with him and get as far as possible away- just because he's a vampire, doesn't mean he's a bad person. Sure, he has his quirks, but he's mostly just misunderstood. You don't get the worried looks and scared faces at all.

Maybe he's right. Maybe you should just stay with him, and not care about those people any longer.

He's nicer company anyways- he always makes sure you're happy and safe. He makes you smile, cuddles you at night, gives you all the attention you could ever want without calling you clingy or something similar.

But while you're walking around the yard of his large home, you're reminded again that it's not that simple.

There's still dangers looming around, ready to strike at any second. Vampire related crimes are still very high, humans constantly becoming prey to anyone hungry enough to dare disobey the law. Murder isn't something uncommon any longer. It's almost a daily news.

So when you hear something in the dark, you're painfully reminded of Jungkook's words to you, instructing you to never go outside the mansion at night. You should've listened. You really should've.

But now you're running, hiding in the main entrance hall from whatever is hunting after you. You're truing to stay unseen behind a large pillar, but it's no use when a hand grabs you by the collar of your dress, not anything more than a squeak coming out of you before you're held against Someone's chest, a deep chuckling heard as his breaths tickle your skin.

"Jungkook!" you whine, and he leans lower, head dipping down inti the crook of your neck where he runs his nose over the exposed skin, his hand already pushing the fabric of your dress away.

"I can't help it, you're fun to mess with." he shamelessly jokes, his he'd eyes staring you down darkly, before he places a kiss against your neck. "as if id let someone else have my meal.." he hums, before his hands travel, caressing your frame before one of his hands find it's way between your legs, fingers finding a wet patch on your underwear. "shameless little thing. Did that turn you on?" he wonders, teasing you, before his palm moves underneath your frilly underwear, effortlessly dipping in between your folds to find the sensitive bundle of nerves he oh so likes to play with, just to see you dance like a little doll. "Hm, you like it when I play with you like that, don't you?" he chuckles, your breaths quickening as he smirks against your skin, pulse racing just beneath his lips.

He's hungry.

And so he bites, right as you come undone under his hand, thighs trembling a little as he swallows your warm blood, thick liquid coating his tongue as he licks over the wound, lazily kissing the spot.

Jungkook is a messy eater, rather focused on enjoying his meal rather than staying modest.

And there's certainly nothing modest going forward from that moment on, as he takes you upstairs in his bedroom, bedsheets stained in blood and cum, creating a mess just like the love made between you two.

Chaotic, but too good to let go of.

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 1 year

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Szayel and mayuri (seperately ) with a reader who is as weird or weirder then them?

Fluff plz

A fun request. As we had spoken about, I made some changes to be a little more specific then just general headcanons so I hope you enjoy. Buckle up everyone this is a longer post.

Szayelaporro

Szayelaporro is a wild card on a good day, willing to do anything to achieve his goal it's a wonder that the other espada put up with him

Then you came along, somehow just as weird and a times more concerning just for a very different reason

Eating hallows is nothing new for an arrancar in fact it's incredibly common but a soul reaper or human doing that is...well unexpected to put it simply

That's how Sazyelaporro had found you, a simple soul wandering around having come across what was left of a hollow your first thought was to bite

He finds it truly fascinating and wants nothing more in that moment then to learn how your mind works and oh it's nearly love at first sight

Szayelaporro is quick to rush over to you and then more or less demands that you come back with him

This is not a question or a request yet you answer like its one and that just makes him more curious

" Why though?" What do you mean why, because I said you would. " Yes, but why do you need something from me? Will I get anything from coming with you?" Maybe. I haven't decided yet. " Okay!"

So he brings you back with him and you become a companion

Working with him is an experience that's for sure, he's willing to give in to anything you want, be it an odd experiment solely because it sounds cool or having a bite of one of his fraccions

The latter request honestly got him a little worried but he still let you do it because why not, he also wanted to know what would happen if you ate one

It was not pleasant tasting and it made you a bit sick

He laughed at your suffering but still took care of you

You get to be around for all his tests and such and truly having such an open and curious mind just makes him more excited for experiment time

A truly reckless couple but man is he devoted to you and anything you want to know he will get answers for

Mayuri

You met thanks to Urahara who, like he had with Mayuri, brought you into the Research and Development Institute as a set of extra hands

What a bad idea that was, in some ways you were worse then Mayuri in other ways you where a delight to keep around

Urahara found it funny you both hated him so much and that seemed like the thing that made you get along

When Mayuri took over after Urahara left the weird not quite friendship continued and grew

He knew you were useful to keep around for as annoying as he thinks you can be Mayuri can admit you're helpful

Everything was fine until he started to learn more about you

Working with you means he has to learn some of your habits and well they are interesting to say the least

Constantly wanting to eat or lick things you should not, poking at already cut open experiments or wanting to mix things you think look nice

Not to mention how often you crouch beside him and just stare until he gives you some kind of reaction

It was annoying yes, hard to deal with but he found it almost unbearable when you weren't around

The weird looks and odd questions mixed with whatever action you choose to take that day become apart of his routine so when a day is missed or you just disappear on some random trip he's left more annoyed than normal

You became a constant he wanted to keep around for more than just scientific reasons for a while he claims the only reason is to make Nemu more productive

Perhaps because of how odd you are Nemu sees you as something akin to a mother, bing far nicer than Mayuri and with how often you both work together she gets attached and Mayuri will use that to keep you around more

Call him out on it, back him into a corner with a bright grin on your face and he'll start to crack, first anger then acceptance if you make it clear you like him

From then on the soul society must deal with the worst couple around, you two fit together great but no ones happy about it

With his love of morbid experiments and your encouragement and equally as morbid curiosities you two are a dangerous but somehow functional pair

And that's a wrap! Here I am once more finding out that writing for Szayelaporro is oddly easy. He's just fun whether he's mean or sweet he's just fun. So I hope this is what you wanted and thank you to everyone who's been waiting for me to upload again! I've got some stuff I've been working on so please look forward to that as well! ~ Lilly

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trulytiredhermit · 1 year

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I read your Ravio/Legend section and👍👍👍 gud shit uhuh.

I think the dynamic of Legend and Ravio and their close good friend/roommate that they're weirdly possessive of, lol.

Ravio's someone I'm particularly interested in because on one hand I can see legend doing all of the vaguely threatening 'you're staying here and we'll take care of you, you have no other option' while Ravio goes along with it and tries to make it nicer for you (ie giving you choices on things or rather making it seem like you have a choice) so that you like him more. On the other hand I can absolutely see him blocking the door like 'you're not leaving💜'.

Also how would that type of thing happen?

Were you a neighbor that leg grew particularly fond of, and eventually the visits to his house get longer and longer-- only to mysteriously stop after one particular journey. Were you the one persistent enough to continuously come back even after he told you not to, only to seal your fate once the hero of legend grew too fond of you to risk losing you again. Maybe you even went out on a journey of your own to get Ravio because you knew that leg needed all the support you can get only for the two of you to bond on the way back and Ravio approaches legend like 'hey uhh...'.

Maybe you just needed a place to stay and Ravio was like 'I got just the place for you!', only for the first to approach and find out that Ravio's infamous pricing extends to rent as well. Don't worry though! He'll let you work it off in the shop! Soon you're pretty much spending 24/7 in the house between sleeping and working long ass hours you can't leave if you're constantly working in order to meet rent. Legend, while initially reluctant, eventually comes to appreciate the extra person to come home to, especially since he knows that Ravio isn't as lonely anymore since you came along.

Or you and Leg just bond while the events of Lu take place, only to go to his Hyrule and just...not come back. You can't escape if you have no clue where anything is! Which leads me to the next point.

With the 'Legend, Ravio, and their close good friend' trope, I think it would be funny if the villagers just...didn't acknowledge the blatant creepy behavior going on. Maybe your alarm bells ring on said behavior, but since the two allow you outside, you don't really think much of it; until you do try to seek outside help, only to be stared at by the villagers like you're crazy and either Legend or Ravio just lead you back inside like 'haha yeah they do that sometimes'. Now, whenever you get too close to the outskirts of the village the townspeople tell Legend, if not they just bring you back to the house themselves.

Listen, Legend is the hero of Legend, he's saved more kingdoms than he can count. Plus, he's best friends with his Zelda (or if you're going by popular hc, he is royalty himself). There's nothing you can do to make anyone think too badly of him or Ravio, who was here long before you ever were.

I was wondering if you had any more scraps👀👀

*I…

Bestie

YOU PREPARED ME A WHOLE MEAL! OH MY LORD!

I.LOVE.THIS

Like you’re so big brained, I could never.

Just as a person who also loves Ravio and Legend this is 😮‍💨🤌 chef’s kiss.*

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So, I think for this to work out the best way possible and make somewhat the most sense I would agree with the whole Reader is just a stubborn neighbor who would NOT take no for an answer when Legend was going through some bad times.

Reader is also the overly friendly neighbor.

In every game of Zelda the Link in question has to always help others to gain something that will aid them in their quest.

Which if you look at it as a whole is kinda messed up.

Like you wouldn’t just give the object to the dude who’s trying to save the world???

Anyways, Reader was the opposite of those people.

Reader constantly was checking in on Legend, asking if he ever needed something or just telling him things they heard around the town. Giving him home cooked meals to take on his long journeys so that he can have something to eat.

Reader makes sure that Legend always remembers that their house is open to them.

They really shouldn’t have

Over the years, Legend falls hard for the stubborn and kind Reader.

Becoming infatuated with the worried face that greets him every time he comes back home after an adventure, the one that checks him over for injures and makes promises to fix up his favorite meal that night.

The one who actually cares for Legend in a way others haven’t.

And oh how he cares for them in a return.

Somewhere down the line, Reader turns from his caring neighbor to his caring roommate.

Something had happened to Readers house, it had mysteriously caught fire and burnt down whilst Reader was out.

Leaving Reader with no home and no where to go.

That’s when the hero swooped in to save the day.

Little does Reader know, it was all planned.

Legend of course had some rules that he put in to play once Reader finally moved in.

1) don’t be out too late

“It so dangerous out when it gets dark, I think I’d worry myself half to death if you weren’t home before sunset.”

Tell him where you’re going

“I’ve made a great deal of enemies on my adventures, I fear they may try to target you to get at me. This way I can you’re safe when I come home and you’re not there.”

Remain close to the town

“I’ve been all across the land [Name], I know all that’s out there. I’d feel so much better if you’d keep to the surrounding area around the town when you went out to collect your supplies for baking.”

Should you need anything, just ask him or at least let him accompany you in your errands

“I can get you anything you need if it’s too far from the village, it isn’t a problem. And for things you need in the village I won’t mind tagging a long, I want to spend time with you before I’m sent off on another quest.”

There were a few other rules, but these were the main ones.

With Legend’s reasoning for each one, Reader didn’t feel too bothered by them.

As time passed, everything seemed to be going great for Legend and Reader but then something happened.

A new comer made their way in.

Ravio.

While out on a stroll one day, Reader just happened to come across a strange man adorned with a purple rabbit hood and purplish blue scarf.

Perhaps he was passed out on the road or something or seemed to be lost.

Either way, being such a kind person, Reader offers the stranger their assistance and to guide them back to town.

Ravio accepts and the two talk and even bond a little on their way to the town.

Ravio mentions him not having a place to stay and Reader, with their bleeding heart, offers that he could possible stay with them.

Which is when Ravio learns of Reader’s roommate, Legend.

Who, once Ravio and Reader get to home, is missing.

So Reader comes up with the bright idea to split up and find Legend and so Ravio and Reader search the town for him.

Ravio ends up finding Legend in the sanctuary and takes him back to the house. Soon after Legend wakes up and Ravio has introduced himself, Reader comes back home happy to see Legend safe.

The three talk and Reader reveals that Ravio needs a place to stay and says that they’d have enough room for a third roomie.

Legend, of course, can never truly say no to Reader (especially when they use their puppy eyes and promise to cook up Legend’s favorite meal and spend time with him).

Legend also feels a sense of ease being next to Ravio, like he some how knows him.

In the end, Ravio stays.

The events of A Link Between Worlds unfold and Ravio and Reader grow closer together throughout that time.

Of course, Legend would never let Reader accompany him on his dangerous journey, no matter how much Reader begged.

So Reader stays with Ravio and helps him out in his shop. Thus letting the two grow closer.

And as Legend stops by from time to time, even him and Ravio begin to grow a bond.

He finds himself thankful that Reader has someone to be with while he’s away on his adventure. He knows how lonely it can get sometimes and how much Reader can worry about him.

It also helps that Legend’s beastly jealously never rears its head when Ravio is with Reader.

Somehow, Legend is okay with the fact that Ravio has been growing closer and closer with Reader. Whereas with others he would surely run them off.

After all who would dare challenge the hero of Hyrule?

Perhaps it is at the end of A Link Between Worlds, when Yuga is finally defeated and truths have been brought to light about who Ravio truly is, that Ravio comes to Legend with the offer of a “lifetime”.

To share Reader.

Ravio would stay in Hyrule instead of returning to Lorule and continue to live with Reader and Legend where they could both romantically pursue Reader.

After all, it is a dangerous world and two heroes are much better than one. (Even while cowardly, Ravio is still willing to defend Reader).

Legend agrees to the deal.

Reader’s fate has been sealed.

Legend and Ravio return to the town as heroes and are now very respected people within Hyrule for having saved the land. (After all, Ravio did help Legend).

More importantly they return to their beloved Reader, who smothers them in hugs and checks both men over for injuries.

It is then that Ravio and Legend tell Reader about Ravio’s temporary stay becoming permanent.

Reader is ecstatic and they can’t help but let slip to Ravio and Legend that they shouldn’t worry about the space becoming too cramped because once their house is rebuilt they’d be moving out.

Legend forgot about… that.

He and Ravio share a glance whilst Reader helps out things away and sets the table.

It seems they have more talking and planning to do.

Legend and Ravio start sabotaging Reader’s plans.

For some reason, castle guards won’t let Reader leave the town to enter the surrounding forest to gather supplies.

Meaning Reader no longer has a way to make money, as they would collect supplies and fruit to bake goods to sell in the town.

(Legend and Ravio cashed in a few favors with Zelda. They worry for them they had told Zelda, “They’re so stubborn sometimes and too kind for their own good. Anyone could take advantage of them, we just want to keep them safe after what we’ve been through.”

Zelda agreed to their plea and whether she believed them or not truly didn’t matter, after all they had done so much for the kingdom. Why shouldn’t they be rewarded in return?).

No one else really needed a helping hand around the village so that took out any sort of side income Reader could make.

So Ravio with his caring heart, said he’d let Reader help him out in his shop.

But it didn’t matter that Reader was making money now.

Any builder Reader had tried to talk to about fixing up their house always told them they were either too busy or that it would cost too much.

“Going out is still dangerous these days with all those monsters still roaming around.” They’d say, “We’re sorry [Name] but we truly can’t help you out right now.”

Reader is never given an answer on when they’d even be able to start building.

(Legend had talked to the builders earlier. Buying them off to put off building Reader’s house for as long as they could. “I’m planning on asking them to move in permanently, I wish to court them.” He would truthfully tell the workers, “but they feel as though they’ve overstayed their welcome and I can’t shoo that though from their head.”

The workers agree to put off the work. After all, who wants to stand in the way of young love?

Soon word spreads around town and the whole town is helping to push Reader even further into the men’s arms clutches.

And even if they were the occasional person who objected to the act, who found the men’s behavior suspicious, they would never act upon their suspicions.

It would be dangerous to attempt to go against the man who’s defeated Ganon and Yuga. Not to mention that there’s two now.)

Eventually as Reader laments to Ravio and Legend about feeling like they’ll never get their home back, the two men comfort Reader with soothing, honeyed words.

“You can stay here as long as you need to [Name].” Ravio would say, gently rubbing circles onto Reader’s back as he sat next to them.

“In fact, why don’t you just stay here permanently [Name].” Legend would join in, caressing Reader’s hands.

“We’ve been speaking and needles to say, me and Ravio both care for you deeply. If you would allow us to, we would like to have a chance at courting you my dear.”

And with how sweet these men have been to you, how could you refuse. After all, you had grown to care for them too.

Why hadn’t you refused?

Did your choice even matter in the end?

No, even if you had refused, things would have turned out the same.

Your fate had been sealed long ago.

As like before, Legends old rules had remained in place.

But newer ones had been added that caused a slight cause for concern.

Don’t leave the house unless you’re with at least one of them

“We just want to keep you safe, my gem. The world is so dangerous out there. We can still visit the places you wish to go.”

“I feel like I’d die if you even tripped and scrapped your knee my dear. I must be with you at all times to make sure you’re safe.”

And so you were always accompanied by one of your lovers. If the townspeople took notice of this they said nothing.

Don’t speak with others outside of work

“I’ve heard there’ve been more bandit attacks going on, and with you working with me in the shop they might target you. I can’t afford to lose my darling gem.”

“Is it so bad that I wish to be selfish for once my dear? I won’t allow for someone else to steal you away, bandit or otherwise I will protect what’s mine.”

Now, even if you tried to have a conversation with someone they ignored you, refusing to even meet your eyes at times.

Or did they simply ignore the dangerous presences at your sides.

Eventually the rules got even stranger and a fear began to fester.

Don’t try to run away

“Oh darling gem, you’re so much safer here. Of course you still have choices! We’re not keeping you here captive, we just have… rules to help keep you safe, that’s all. We just love you so much.”

“ My dear, you know we simply do this out of love. Besides where would you run to? Your home is here, the villagers will be if no help to you and neither will Princess Zelda. All they would do is simply bring you back to our loving arms.”

And Legend had been right, the townspeople were not afraid to snitch upon you to Ravio or Legend if they saw you out of the house without them.

You were sure that they would even drag you back to that dreaded house if you had attempted to escape.

Don’t leave the house

“Just say it my gem, anything that you desire and I shall fetch it for you. Those berries and fruits you bake with i can bring you whenever you desire. I simply wish to pamper you and treat you like the glorious gem that you are.”

“There’s nothing for you out there anymore my dear. Why can’t you see that we are the only ones to truly care for you. Has anyone shown up? Has anyone brought forth questions about you? No. We are the only ones who can love you as much as you deserve. We are the only ones you need, my dear.”

You felt like you were going crazy.

But, things could have been worse you supposed.

At least they were kind to you, showering you with love and affection. Treating you with such high regard that you had never been given before.

Ravio, always the sweetheart, even braved the forest to gather fruits, berries, and other supplies so that you could bake like you used to.

Legend regaled you with tales of his adventures him when he got back home. He would been grace you with the most beautiful music should you ask for it.

Besides, maybe they were right. Th village that you had lived so long in, the villagers that you had always been so kind to, had betrayed you and left you on your own.

At least you had Legend and Ravio.

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*Gosh, this one REALLY got away from me. Honestly I feel like writing a ficlet about this now. Which you can probably see where it started to become one near the end 😂

Anyways I hope my ramblings were satisfactory and in all seriousness you might be getting a small fic out of this because I’ve just got so many ideas now and I LOVE this.

Now I’m gonna go to bed cause it’s like 2:00am 😂)

#trulytiredhermit #yandere lu x reader #linked universe x reader #Legend x Reader #yandere link x reader #Ravio x Reader #Yandere Ravio x Reader

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Adam woke up during the night, warm and with a light headache from the stuffy air in the tent. Maybe he should have sought more shade during the day, but it was a little late for such musings now. So he just climbed out of the bed, careful not to disturb Michael. After changing into some more outdoor-appropriate clothes, he left the tent, nodding to the soldiers on guard. Gadreel nodded back.

He didn't envy them. Well, the night watch might not have been so bad, at least compared to standing in the sun for hours on end during the day. But they still had to wear their armours and their swords, and Adam was already working up a sweat just walking down towards the lake front in his simple tunic.

Well, that was life, he supposed. They were simple soldiers, and he was the King's husband.

Adam was pretty sure that whatever his mother had envisaged for him, back before she passed and King John took him in, this wasn't it. He wondered sometimes what she would say to him if they could meet again. Would she be impressed with where he was now? Would she be worried about him?

Perhaps both.

Three years ago, he had been worried himself. He had barely met Michael before the marriage was agreed on, but he had also known that it was pretty much the only way to keep the fragile peace between their kingdoms. After all, King John had been a stubborn and prideful guy, but he would have thought twice about attacking someone who was technically his family.

King Dean, newly crowned a year ago, seemed to have less qualms about such things. At this point he'd threatened war so often Adam was frankly surprised Michael hadn't snapped and sent his own troops yet. Adam might have done it in his place.

Now they were on their way to another round of negotiations. Michael thought that bringing Adam this time would somehow help settle Dean's mind, but Adam wasn't convinced it would do anything.

Well, at least coming along meant that Michael wasn't off without him for weeks on end again. It did mean that Adam had to bear this stupid kingdom's heat again, though.

Where he grew up, it didn't get this warm. And in the kingdom of Angels, the temperature was always moderate. There was a variance of only about 30 degrees Fahrenheit between the highest temperatures in the summer and lowest temperatures in the winter, a far cry from the heat waves of this kingdom or the freezing winters of Adam's birthplace. It was comfortable, really, even though Adam did miss the snow sometimes.

Having arrived at the lake, Adam knelt down to drink and wash his face. The water was refreshing, if not especially cold, and so he stuck his hands back in to the wrists. If he could have just slept out here, or in the water... But, well. He needed to get back to the tent, back to Michael. Sleeping without him had become quite a pain at this point, and not only because Adam was constantly worried every time he was away. It was simply nicer to lie next to his husbands than to have the big bed in the palace to himself.

“So you're Prince Adam, huh,” a voice behind him suddenly said, making him jump.

Adam must have been lost in his thoughts, because he hadn't heard any footsteps at all.

“Who the hells-” he asked, turning around only to find an unarmed man behind him. He had his hands in the pockets of his utilitarian pants, seeming so unassuming that Adam might have walked by him in the streets and not have noticed him at all.

“No worries. I'm not an assassin in the night or anything.” The stranger's smile was slightly sharp. “Your brothers sent me.”

“My-” Adam glared at him. Who the hells did this man think he was, to sneak up on Adam and then talk about his family? He would have challenged him on it, but the man was standing between him and the camp, and just because he wasn't openly flouting a weapon didn't mean he didn't carry one. “What do you want?”

“To get you out of here. Like I said, Sam and Dean send their regards.”

Frowning, Adam took a step to the side, hoping to circle the man. If he was not using any titles for Sam and Dean, he was either brave, stupid, or very close to them. Since Adam had never seen him before, he would have gambled on one of the first two options. Then again, he hadn't seen or communicated with his brothers in three years.

A lot could happen in that time.

A lot had happened in that time, at least to him. For one, he'd grown, if he dared say so himself. From a naïve little boy who barely knew anything and was only technically a Prince to a King's husband who actually got consulted on matters not only of the Palace, but also of the State.

“Did they tell you I wanted out? My brothers.” That was rich. Really, really rich.

“Who wouldn't want out?” The guy grimaced as if at a particularly unpleasant memory, stepping closer. There wasn't much light, but Adam thought he'd seen his face somewhere before. He couldn't quite place him though... “Now hurry, we need to go before someone sees us!”

Adam stopped where he'd tried to circle him before. “You know there'll likely be war if I leave. Historically, stealing a King's spouse has rarely gone over very well.”

“There'll be war anyway. The only question is where you'll be when it starts.” The guy held out his hand.

So his brother's mind was set, then. Good to know. Adam took a step back, just as Michael came out of a shadow behind the guy and held a sword to his throat.

“Don't move,” Michael said, the steel in his voice harder than that in his hand. Adam had no doubt he'd take the guy's head off at the slightest twitch.

“Long time no see,” the guy said, oddly calm, “brother.”

Michael froze, and Adam stopped breathing for a moment. Brother... Then it hit him where he'd seen the guy's face before: On a family portrait in their rooms, the one tucked into the back of a closet...

“Gabriel?” Michael said, bewildered. “What-”

“Bet you thought you'd seen the last of my ugly face, huh?” Prince Gabriel's face twitched with a sour smile.

Michael stayed still for a moment, the grip on his sword wobbly. Then he tensed his muscles again. “I can't actually see your face right now,” he said, dead-pan. “What are you doing here?”

“Apparently my brothers sent him,” Adam butted in. While he wanted nothing more than for Michael to have a happy reunion with his brother, he also wouldn't just let him get by with trying to kidnap him.

“You're with the Winchesters?” Michael asked, confused.

“Eh. I'm on my own side, mostly. But yeah, I promised Sam- sorry, Prince Sam and King Dean that I'd get their brother back to them.” Prince Gabriel shifted, turning just a little bit towards Michael, still mindful of the blade near his head.

“Cute. One could almost think they care about me,” Adam said dryly.

Prince Gabriel sighed. “They're sorry they couldn't help you back then, kid. They'll make up for it now.”

“Oh, they couldn't help me, huh. Who says I wanted their help? Who says I want it now? You just said they're going to start a war anyway! Why would I want anything to do with them?!”

“It's not like they want a war! But some people-” Prince Gabriel turned further towards his brother. “-don't exactly leave them a choice.”

Michael opened his mouth, but Adam was faster. “Oh, bullshit!”

Prince Gabriel peered back at him. “Beg your pardon?”

“I said bullshit! They have every choice. The demands we make are completely reasonable, they're just too proud to compromise at all.”

“You?” Prince Gabriel sounded amused. “You mean Michael.”

“Him and all his advisors.” Which Adam was officially a part of – advisor on foreign affairs. Granted, the position hadn't existed before he'd taken it, but Michael had wanted him in the room when decisions were made. And the slot of advisor on health and alchemy was already taken by Raphael.

So, since he was from another kingdom and had lived part of his life in yet another kingdom, the title had seemed fitting.

“Dean said the demands are completely out of proportion,” Prince Gabriel countered, sounding annoyed. To be fair, Michael still had that sword up.

“Did you see it? Our list of demands?” Michael asked, far calmer now than before, though there was still fire behind his eyes.

“No.” Prince Gabriel shifted again, this time only in awkwardness. “Pretty sure Dean threw it into the fireplace before even Sam could see it.”

Adam sighed. “Yeah, that sounds like him. He just sees the word 'demands' and sees red. Probably didn't even read it.” Emboldened by the fact that Prince Gabriel had come to take him, not to kill him, he took a step towards him. “And whatever he told you about me, don't let him fool you. He doesn't care about me, not any more than he would about a stretch of dirt if it fell into the hands of the enemies. He's just angry that I'm here and that it would make him look bad if he attacked us.”

“That's not true,” Prince Gabriel said softly.

“What do you know?!” Adam didn't really know his sudden anger stemmed from, but it overcame him in a wave of acid and bitterness in his stomach. “I lived in that palace for almost eight years. Eight years! And do you have any idea how often Dean, or even Sam, so much as talked to me in that time? Huh? I'll tell you: A handful of times. If even! They don't care about me, and frankly, I couldn't care less about them! So sorry, but that whole spiel he probably gave you about how we're blood, about how you don't leave your family behind? He can take that and shove it up his royal ass!”

Michael raised an eyebrow at him, looking somewhere between startled and amused. Truth be told, Adam was a little embarrassed at his own outburst, but he didn't regret it. Everything he'd said was true.

“You're just angry at him because he couldn't help you back then, but-” Prince Gabriel started, but this time it was Michael who interrupted him.

“You should leave,” he said coldly. “And Adam stays here.”

“Keeping this kid prisoner isn't going to help you with-”

Michael's hand twitched, pressing the blade against Prince Gabriel's throat. “You already took a brother from me,” he hissed, “you're not taking my husband as well.”

“Oh, don't you dare!” Using a dagger that hadn't been in his hand a second ago, Prince Gabriel pried the sword off him to whirl around on his brother. “You're the one who pushed me out! After everything, after Luci-”

“Be quiet!”

They glared at each other for a moment. There were footsteps, the bustle of armour as soldiers drew near, probably alarmed by the yelling.

“Go,” Michael said, his face a stone mask. “Tell King Dean that is he wants to talk to my husband, he should write a letter or come to visit us. Not send a thief in the night.”

Prince Gabriel huffed, and for a split-second Adam thought he would stay, but then he quickly slinked away into the darkness. Only when he was out of sight did Adam take a breath of relief.

“Your majesties!” One of the approaching soldiers held up a lantern while the others spread out to search the lake front. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Michael said, eyes locking with Adam, who nodded. “Just a critter in the night.”

“It startled me,” Adam supplied, the perfect picture of bashful innocence. “You should have seen it though, it was almost the size of a man! Very frightening.” He gestured so exaggeratedly that the corners of Michael's mouth twitched upwards.

“Well, the deadly beast-” Michael shared a meaningful look with some of the soldiers “-has been scared away, and we should be safe to go back to bed.”

“My brave hero,” Adam said, fluttering his eyelashes, and saw Gadreel frown at them.

But he wouldn't question them. Certainly not in front of the other soldiers.

“Good night, your majesties,” Gadreel just said, with a slight bow.

They nodded at him and walked back up to the camp arm in arm, but in silence. Michael seemed thoughtful, almost melancholy.

Well, he had just seen his brother again for the first time in several years. Officially, Prince Gabriel was missing, but Adam knew from Michael that he'd simply run away at some point. The realization that his brother was now essentially working with the enemy must be a real blow to Michael. Adam wanted to say something to cheer him up, but he couldn't think of anything that wouldn't sound condescending or was a downright lie.

So they stayed silent on their way. Only when they were in the tent and Adam was changing into his night shirt again did Michael speak again.

“You stayed,” he said, sitting on the bed with his back to Adam. He had made no move yet to change his clothes, or even take off his shoes. “I wasn't sure you would, given the choice.”

Adam dropped what he was doing and sat down on the other side of the bed. “Why wouldn't I?” he asked softly, getting his legs onto the bed and shifting closer to Michael.

“Why would you?” came the flat reply.

When Adam gingerly touched his back, Michael tensed, then let out a deep breath.

“What I told Prince Gabriel is true. I don't care about Sam or Dean, and if they do somehow care about me, they have a funny way of showing that. Not that it matters.”

“And is your life here that much better?” Finally, Michael turned around to him, but he wasn't looking him in the eyes. “You didn't choose this. Your father and I arranged for the marriage, and you never even got a say.”

Slowly, Adam cupped his cheek, giving him time to pull away as he leaned in to press their lips together. Michael's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, then remained half-hooded. “I'm choosing it every day that we're together,” Adam told him. “Every night that I spend in your bed. Every morning that I wake up in your arms.”

There was something searching in Michael's gaze for a moment. “Why? Why choose me?”

Adam hummed. “And here I thought you'd ask about the mornings you wake up in my arms,” he teased, and kissed him again. Then he laid his head on Michael's shoulder, his hands sliding over the vast plains of Michael's back. After a moment of contemplation, Adam spoke again: “Look. I don't know what happened with your brothers. I don't know who was at fault or if any of you were at fault. Really, I don't know anything. Except how you treat me. What I know is that you're a good man.”

Michael made a disapproving sound and shifted on the bed, but Adam held him close by laying a hand on his neck.

“You are. At least to me. You like to hide the fact that you care, but I still know. You're not much for sweet words, but your actions speak loudly. You're a sweet man, and you spoil me rotten.”

Scoffing, Michael put his hand in Adam's hair, tangled his fingers in it. “Now I know you're talking nonsense.”

Adam clicked his tongue. “Need I remind you of the one hundred funnel cakes?”

Michael scoffed again. “That wasn't-”

“Or the new funds you added to the library's budget? Or how about the Wild Petunias that mysteriously appeared in the Green Houses after I mentioned I missed seeing them? Did you think I wouldn't notice? That I would take this all for coincidences?”

Michael sighed. “Those are small things.”

“Are they, really, when the joy they bring me is so great? But alright, then, what about my place as your advisor? The fact that I'm not just another stretch of land you annexed, not just another compromise you made for peace?”

In his father's palace, he hadn't even been that. He'd been the bastard son, the one they had all mostly tried to forget existed, including the servants.

He'd been nothing.

Now, with Michael, he was something. Someone.

He was valued.

“It's only logical. Your experience with the customs and cultures of different kingdoms-”

“Isn't unique. Many people have been to many more places than I have,” Adam argued.

For a moment, Michael was silent. “Well, I trust you more than them.”

Adam kissed him again. “You asked why I choose you. It's because you choose me. Because everything you do, whether you intend it or not, is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. And – no, don't contradict me.” Adam put a finger over Michael's mouth as he opened it to speak. “You know I'm no good at talking about this either, so let me speak before I dissolve in utter embarrassment. Now, you may tell me it's not that important, that your actions aren't worth noticing, but they are. They are to me. And I... I care for you. You must know that.”

Michael pulled Adam against himself. “I care for you too,” he whispered into his hair.

“I'd hoped so.” Adam pressed a smile-shaped kiss to his chin. “This would have become rather awkward if you didn't.”

Michael just held him tightly.

#Putting Midam on your dash again - shocker #Medieval AU #Established relationship #But they're (read: Michael is) a bit silly about it #Midam #Michael SPN #Adam Milligan #Gabriel SPN #Gadreel is in this for five seconds #Quick writing #Royalty AU #Me writing Michael as a crown prince/king and Adam as a prince? It's more likely than you think.#If you had a nickel for every time I've written that you'd have *checks notes* three nickels #Arranged marriage

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Signs He Thinks You're Above His Level

The most important aspect of having a connection with someone is how well you relate to each other. It shouldn't matter how much money you have or how many people you've slept with. Unfortunately, they do for a lot of guys. Here are Signs He Thinks You're Above His Level, a few indicators that you are, and what to do about it.

Signs He Thinks You’re Out Of His League

You’re more successful in your career than he is. This should not be a big deal. After all, your ability to advance depends on a variety of factors, from the industry you work in to the connections you can make. This does not necessarily imply that you are out of his league. However, many men's egos have been bruised as a result of this imbalance. He might not be able to deal with it. You make more money than him. Female breadwinners are awesome, but not all men agree. If he gets irritated about money, it's a sure sign he thinks you're out of his league. If he knows you make more of it, he's probably insecure. Perhaps he is concerned about his ability to provide for you. You don't need him to, but that's irrelevant. You’re an extrovert and he’s an introvert. Outgoing people are the life of the party, which can be intimidating if you don't have that personality. However, opposites do sometimes attract. This shouldn't be a big deal unless your lifestyles are drastically different. That doesn't mean you're better than him! You have more relationship experience than him. It's frightening for a guy to admit he's not on the same level as the woman he's dating. However, neither of you can control the number of relationships you have or have not had. You may have picked up a few extra lessons, but that doesn't make him incompetent. This should not be frightening, but it is for many men. You have more education than he does. Although education is not everything, you are proud of your education. Just as you should be. There may be some tension if you're working on your Ph.D. while he's barely finished his GED. You’re extremely self-assured and he’s insecure. Never apologize for loving yourself and knowing what you have to offer. Your self-worth is hard-earned, and you should never betray it. However, if you're dating a guy who isn't quite there yet, it can cause issues. might end up having to constantly soothe his ego, which isn't right. You have a nicer house or car. You work hard for your money and buy nice things for yourself. That is neither your fault nor a bad thing. It's a shame he's not in the same financial situation as you. However, unless it's pure laziness, he shouldn't worry. You know he'll get there if he keeps working hard. A lot of guys seem to like you. This is one of the most telling signs that he believes you're too good for him. It's wonderful that he recognizes you as a valuable woman, but being desirable does not make you superior to others. You're with him because you want to be. Why doesn't he get it? You’re conventionally hot and he’s not. Again, your physical appearance isn't everything, but it is important to a lot of people. On the one hand, he's drawn to you because you're attractive. On the other hand, if he isn't physically on your level, he may feel insecure. It's like a nightmare. You’re older or younger than him. If you're older, he may feel like an immature kid who can't provide you with as much as guys your own age can. If you're younger, he might be concerned that you'd rather have someone younger than him. You typically date really hot guys. If he lacks confidence, this is one of the most telling signs that he thinks you're too good for him. It's not that you deliberately seek out attractive men; it just happened that way. This guy needs to understand that you obviously find him attractive as well. You wouldn't be with him otherwise. You’re extremely ambitious. By the way, that's a good quality. If he has no idea what to do with his life and you have specific plans for yours, there may be some friction. You’re a world traveler and he’s never left the country. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be able to travel. Some people lack the time, resources, or circumstances to participate. You don't judge him for it, but he believes you do.

You’re fearless and he’s often paralyzed by indecision.

You're not afraid to take chances. In fact, you already know where the rewards are. If he's plagued by uncertainty and fear, he'll be concerned that you're out of his league or that you're too good for him because he can't fly by the seat of his pants like you can. Read the full article

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broken vows

personally i think childe is crazy. and he'd make a creepy yandere too. i still luv him tho <;33

tw: childe being creepyyyy, stalker, its implied he threatens to hurt reader's family and friends, reader is forced to break off her engagement, noncon kissing, childe physical restraints reader

- nothing deters tartaglia, not even your engagement ring -

you wonder if he has nothing better to do.

you mindlessly stir your soup and sigh, finally acknowledging the man in front of you. ever since your first encounter a few months ago, when you impulsively agreed to go out with him, he's been relentless, constantly following you and trying to get you to talk to him again. you smile wryly, wondering why he wouldn't let up despite your obvious distaste for him and knowing that you were engaged now.

"good morning, sir," you start, forcing yourself to be cordial, "can i help you?"

he smiles, more genuine than yours, "what's with the formality?"

you put down your spoon, "ajax, what do you want?"

he grabs your hand in his, rubbing his calloused thumb over your smooth fingers and playing with the ring on your finger, "i like the way you say my name, you know."

"you shouldn't hold my hand like that," you remind him, tugging your hand away, "really, what do you want?"

"isn't it obvious? i want you. and i want that sleazy bastard who put this ring on your finger dead. i'd prefer doing the job myself of course, but any way is fine as long as he's out of the picture," he stops to gauge your reaction, "i could get you a nicer ring. and i'd be a better husband."

"fortunately, he's alive and well. and i quite like this ring."

he scoffs, "darling, don't worry. he'll be gone soon, and we can be together. i'll take care of it," he brings your hand to his mouth with an iron grip, peering into your eyes as he softly kisses your fingers even though you're trying to pull away, "see you later, pretty girl."

it felt like you could never escape his trained eyes these days.

while you carefully admire a delicate pair of jadeite earrings, the tranquil atmosphere is broken by a large hand on your shoulder and blue eyes peering into yours. of course, he's here too. you felt him watching since earlier that evening when you were having some tea overlooking the docks.

"[name]!" his eyes light up in joy at your irritated reaction, "what a wonderful coincidence, meeting you here of all places!"

coincidence, he says, as if you don't live in the same city as him. as if he isn't always lurking behind you, as if he doesn't always know where you are.

he glances over to the earrings in your hand and nods approvingly, "oh, wow, look at these. very pretty, huh? liyue's jewelry is really one of a kind."

the clerk behind the counter perks up and instantly starts to tell him about the origins of the jade, the quality, an approximate price that had your eyes bulging out in shock.

"do you like it?" he asks, smiling up at you, "it suits you."

"it's gorgeous but-" you swallow nervously, "-out of my budget." the clerk's bright smile turns a little strained at your admission, but tartaglia whisks it out of your hands and instead starts putting it on you, not minding your protests.

"that's not a problem when you're with me."

"hey! what are you doing? stop it-" you try to move away but his grip on you is borderline painful, "stop it!"

he clicks his tongue, as if you were a misbehaving child, "now, just hold still. it's a gift from me, pretty girl. don't worry about it."

to your shock, the clerk seems unbothered by the obviously uncomfortable situation you're in. instead she coos at the two of you and cries out delightedly at how adorable you two look. you wonder if it's because of his affiliation with the northland bank or the money he carelessly swings on the counter. or maybe, it's because of the way he stares at her from the corner of his eyes, daring her to go against him. there was no way she saw you struggling against him and thought it to be adorable.

"there," he finally lets his grip loosen, his hands coming to caress your cheek and inspect your face, "beautiful. it really does suit you, darling. you deserve nice things."

while anyone else may have welcomed his gifts and touches with eagerness, you knew tartaglia was someone dangerous, unhinged, and most importantly, powerful - which meant nobody would stand up to him, or dare to object to his word. the bank was just a small part of his actual association, one that was far more menacing and secretive. he hadn't even told you much about his actual position, except for what he wanted you to know - or what he thought you should know, that is, enough to keep you somewhat docile. but you were engaged, and you didn't want to be doted on by him. perhaps, a couple of months ago you would have been too blinded by his coquettish mannerisms and charming words, but you knew better now.

"i don't want your gifts, childe. this isn't appropriate."

"no," his voice is tense, "don't call me that."

you know you can't deny him this time - you wince at the reminder of past warnings, the malicious threats you know he would carry out at any time.

"ajax," you try again, "i don't want this. not from you."

he chuckles, but the sound is dry and hollow, "so? you'd take it from that guy? you're hurting my feelings, pretty girl."

you sigh, "that's not what i meant. i'm engaged to him. you can't buy me things like this."

"i own you, darling. and i take care of what's mine. if i want to doll you up, you'll go along with it and look pretty for me. if i want to gift you something, you smile and thank me. you're mine, pretty girl, not that lowlife's, alright?" you feel yourself go still in his hold as he looks at you expectantly. you worry at your bottom lip anxiously, but ultimately you go along with it, ignoring the burning shame that crawled your skin.

"thank you, ajax."

it's not enough for him. "you can do better. more conviction, perhaps? a kiss would help prove your point."

you feel your heart drop. why hadn't you expected this? he loved to remind you of his power over you and humiliate you by - by making you act as if you want him. as if you're happy with him, and not tolerating his presence because you have to for the sake of your clueless parents and that oblivious man you call your fiancé. at least if you slip up, he no longer has any friends of yours to target. you quickly distanced yourself from them so they would never get caught by him and used to punish you.

he squeezes your face, ever so lightly. you wonder how long it'll take for him to lose his patience.

"thank you, ajax" you echo, but this time, you force yourself to move closer and embrace him, not being able to find the courage to do more. fortunately, it's enough for him - possibly because it's convinced him you want to hold him. fate, you think bitterly, is cruel to you when it concerns the harbinger.

he holds you tighter than before, sighing happily and resting his head in the crook of your neck, "i love you so much [name], so much that i feel like it'll burn me alive. why can't you feel the same? we could be so happy if you just listened."

"sorry," you reply, too exhausted and ashamed to say anything else, "i don't know what to do."

"it's okay. i'll take care of you and i'll...fix you. make you so happy you'll never be able to imagine a life without me. we can start by going to snezhnaya-"

"what?" you jerk away violently, the illusion of serenity shattering at once, "what are you saying?!"

he doesn't say anything, quietly watching your reaction before grabbing you and pulling you close again, "calm down, darling. it's just a suggestion - you know i write about you to my parents and they want to meet you. they think we're seeing each other and-" he pauses when he notices your scowl, bending down and pressing his warm lips against yours in a swift motion. he squeezes you threateningly when you don't immediately reciprocate, so you comply, feeling his mouth move against yours in a fervent manner. you flush at the thought of how many people could see the two of you acting so...improperly in public.

when he finally pulls away, he's panting hard and there's a delirious smile on his face, "ah, really, you're so sweet. if we weren't outdoors, pretty girl-" he shakes his head, "too soon to think of such...intimate matters, right?"

"did you tell your parents that they misunderstood our relationship?" the question is out of your mouth before you can think twice, but he seems too delighted by your earlier moment to be mad.

"misunderstood? well, it's true they're expecting me to bring you home as my fiancée - i did hint that i was planning to propose very soon - but that's nothing we can't fix right now," he glances at your ring and frowns, "take that off, darling."

you feel your heart race, "i can't."

"can't? or won't?" his fingers ghost over yours, "take it off, or i will."

you tremble, his usually carefree expression had now hardened and his voice had dropped, an indication that he was obviously upset, and slowly begin to slide the ring off. he watches as you finally remove it and hold it out to him, to which he smiles, the tension from earlier gone.

"that's my good girl," he coos, and with a sly smirk, he nods to a figure in the distance, "hey, is that-"

you feel your world go still as you realise the figure is none other than your fiancé - or ex-fiancé now - he was facing the sea, probably admiring the calm waters. before you notice, tartaglia slides a hand around your waist and pulls you with him, walking towards the man himself. tears gather in your eyes as the terrible possibilities sink in. whatever the unpredictable harbinger was about to do, it wasn't anything you'd like.

"hey," he shouts, gleefully, "over here!"

your poor, unsuspecting ex-fiancé turns around, confused. when his eyes land on the two of you, he only looks more perplexed. tartaglia still has that awful, devious grin on his face, and you mentally brace yourself for the oncoming chaos.

"the ring, pretty girl?" his slender fingers take it out of your shaking, outstretched palm, before showing it to the young man in front of you, "you have no taste, by the way. that's a terrible ring - i'm surprised she didn't throw it at your face when you proposed. but now, she's got a chance to do something better."

both of their eyes are staring at you. tartaglia has a sinister look on his face, and the other looks bewildered and betrayed. it hurts to see his previously gentle gaze fill with hurt, but you know it'll hurt him more if you refused to comply and he took drastic measures.

"throw it in the ocean, darling. as far as you can, okay?" he coaxes, his voice saccharine-sweet and soft.

you squeeze your eyes shut and do as he says, putting all the hate you have for him inside into the throw, thinking you'd rather drown than have to deal with him (but of course, he'd dive in right after you and bring you back, and warn you that you should wish you really had died after pulling such a stupid stunt) and it soars through the sky. by the time you open your eyes again, your shoulders feel heavier than ever and you can see a ripple in the waters where the ring fell.

"you should jump in too, hopefully, you'll drown trying to find it," he tells the devastated man, then turns to you, "come, pretty girl, let's find you a ring worthy of your beauty."

you can only manage a weak smile in response, frightened to know what the future holds for you.

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holden-caulfield · 2 years

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Authentic

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REQUESTED: "Hi, can you please do a part two of unbearable (nikolai x reader), part one was amazing"

SUMMARY: nikolai and reader are finally on good terms but the reader wants more.

WARNINGS: none i believe

WORD COUNT: 1407

A/N: part two of "Unbearable", you can probably read this without reading the first but it makes much more sense if you read that one before :)

It had been a while since the ambush. Nikolai had healed; it hadn't been a terrible wound and you knew that because he kept on teasing you about it.

You had been worried about his state. Not because you cared, you told yourself, but because he was Ravka's king and Ravka had already lost enough.

You had to admit, however, that after that accident, things between you had started to get better and better.

You didn't wake up anymore dreading the hours to come, nor did you try to constantly avoid him. He had become nicer and actually fun to be around.

Death really does bring people together.

He had gotten even more handsome than he already was and you often wondered how that was possible: he hadn't changed anything about his appearance but his smile, it looked slightly brighter. And you noticed it.

You actually became quite fond of him: it turned out that, if he didn't try to be as unbearable as he could possibly be, he was actually a nice company. Funny, handsome and brilliant; a true catch for anyone. And you had married him.

You didn't regret it as much as you did before, but being married and it being a marriage of convenience, made everything feel fake.

You were starting to like Nikolai, the real Nikolai, and that's what hurt you the most. What the two of you had was a fake marriage and a forced friendship. There could be nothing between the two of you; the two of you were just for show.

Nothing was authentic.

Sometimes you even doubted the liking he had taken on you was real: maybe he had started acting like that because it was easier than showing his hatred for you so openly. It was hard to accept, but it was a very probable possibility.

That day you woke up as usual, got ready as usual, and left the bedroom as usual to stroll through the palace's grounds.

There were no royal matters that required your attention so you decided to take some time for yourself around the castle. Someone had had the same idea.

"My beautiful wife, what are you doing on this fine morning?" came his voice from behind you.

He hurried to catch up to you and joined your side; at a safe distance. Not too far that you didn't seem like a couple, not too close that you actually seemed like a couple. It hurt but that's what you were and weren't: a couple.

"Walking, as you can see."

"At this speed, you are almost jogging."

You looked at him sideways, "The king of Ravka can't keep up?"

"That's not at all what i said."

"But it sure sounded like it."

"And here i was about to ask you to join me for the day." he sighed heavily; he had always been way too melodramatic. And yet, you had started to like it.

You turned around to face him, still walking. "Join you for what?"

He smirked and looked down at you. He knew he had your attention now.

"It's a surprise." You lifted one eyebrow, skeptical. "Can't a loving husband prepare surprises for his loving wife?"

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. It was odd: before the accident you couldn't bring yourself to fake a smile beside him and now you couldn't stop your face from lighting up whenever he was around.

You felt like a child with a crush; how romantic and so, so stupid.

"Give me a hint, then."

"If i do, you'll ruin the surprise. I guess you'll have to trust me." he offered you his hand. You eyed it a moment before grasping it with a fake huff.

You had held his hand before but you had never stopped to think about how firm his grip was, how sure it was and yet how soft.

He began leading you farther from the building, into the gardens that surrounded the grand palace. They were always mesmerizing: your kingdom never had such beautiful and luxurious gardens, it felt like walking inside a fairytale and you would have lied if you said you didn't love spending time there.

Now that you were approaching them with Nikolai's hand in your own, you truly felt like a princess. You had always been one but now you were feeling like one, walking hand in hand with your prince charming.

You saddened at the thought: he could have never been that for you, not in private at least, even if all of Ravka thought so.

"Everything's fine?" he asked as he saw your face darkening.

You shook your head to clear your mind of those thoughts and gave him a small smile. "I would feel better if you gave me a hint."

He chuckled lightly. What a heavenly sound.

"Fine, but only because i am so thoughtful." he kept on leading the way through the flowering bushes and coloured trees. "I want to give you a gift and i needed the right atmosphere."

You snorted. "So dramatic..."

"Not dramatic, theatrical."

"Same thing."

He ignored your comment with a complacent smile and went on, tugging at your hand and slightly increasing his speed.

"Now you're jogging, your majesty."

"The queen of Ravka can't keep up?" he retorted with the biggest smile on his face.

The queen of Ravka. His queen. It was a truth but it felt like a dream. You hated it.

You grimaced at him but he kept his pace. You almost began running to keep up with him when at last, you arrived, and you couldn't help but open your mouth in surprise.

He wasn't kidding when he had said he wanted the right atmosphere: he brought you to an alcove hidden in the depths of the gardens. Cherry trees surrounded it, their blossoms framing the place just right. The pink petals decorated the branches just as much as they decorated the ground, melting into the green of the grass with perfect ease.

"I noticed you came in the gardens quite often but i had a feeling you hadn't seen this part of them." he said proudly.

You still kept your eyes on the place, mouth agape, eyes lit up like candles because of the sight in front of you. Or maybe because of the man that had brought you there. He made it extremely easy to fall in love with him and it was upsetting.

"Do you like it?" he asked, not a bit of sarcasm or pride in his voice, but simple, genuine interest.

You gave him an awestruck look and took a step forward to take in the beauty of that little piece of heaven.

"Like it? I am absolutely astonished by-"

The words got quickly cut off as you turned around to face him and found him kneeling on the ground, his hand holding a golden ring with the biggest emerald you had ever seen, a bashful smile on his face that was nothing like the confident smirks he usually gave crowds.

You stared at him, unable to speak, unable to move.

"I know we are married, i swear i haven't forgotten, but-" he trailed off a moment, looking for the right words. "But i wanted to ask you again, for real, and you can actually say no this time."

Your body remained still in place, not daring to move. Your mind still trying to understand whether this was really happening or just a dream; it certainly felt like one.

"Although i would love for you to say yes."

You must have looked like an idiot, your mouth unable to let out any word, even though the only word you wanted so desperately to pronounce was 'yes'.

"Right now i would love any kind of answer, i'm not picky." he admitted, a smirk gracing his lips as he looked into your eyes.

"Is this for real?" you finally asked, confusion laced in your voice.

"It sure is, lovely."

That was enough. You rushed down on your knees in front of him, colliding your lips with his.

You had kissed him before, but it never felt real. Now, now it was.

"I shall take this as a yes, no?"

"Of course it is a yes!"

He slipped the ring on your finger; it felt just right, as if it had been made for you and only you.

"Good, because it would have been very embarrassing otherwise."

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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teacher!levi and teacher!reader headcanons please 🥺

author note :: i expected for this to be better but idk,,, um, you know maybe it’s just me who wishes i executed it better but i wrote this at 3am that’s my excuse. ANYWAY I HOPE U ENJOY ANON :-))) i know it’s not headcanons but here!! also my ask box is always open to feel free to drop by !!

word count :: 5.4k (after i had to severely cut the word count down because my tumblr wouldn’t let me post the longer version with more detail,,,,)

honestly you’ve never fit in well with the math teachers in particular but you’re still amicable with most

however, there’s one unbearable member of the group that happens to want to play jump rope with your patience constantly

and that person just so happens to be mr ackerman

every single staff meeting the both of you sit furthest away from each other whilst silently exchanging bitter glares

maybe it’s his stony disposition or his unrealistically harsh grading system that makes him seem so off putting to you.

or perhaps it’s your soft and gentle approach to teaching that drives him up a wall

but to make matters simple, the two of you have never got along. nearly everything he says you disagree with and nearly everything you say he has to rebuke.

every outlandish suggestion of his at meetings is met with firm disapproval from you and every time you bring up wanting to provide the children with more time for extracurricular activities he sneers in annoyance

today he’s proposing a plan to set exams as soon as possible

???

you wonder if he’s even thinking with his head attached to his neck because it’ll be impossible for the children to handle all of the content in the form of an exam paper so soon

the workload he’s been pushing onto his math class has become far too ridiculous for your liking and you want to put an end to the man’s reign of terror

it just so happens your classes are scheduled in the blocks next to each other meaning he always sees your students an hour before you do

it’s got to the point where your pupils trudge into english class completely EXHAUSTED

the other day a boy fainted because of lack of sleep and now mr ackerman has the audacity to put forward the exam dates???

“we need to instill these children with discipline. taking them by surprise will give them a much needed reality check.”

you groan at his speech and raise a hand

“may i interject?”

professor ackerman’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek the irritation is painted on his face but he nods although he seems reluctant

“these children do not need standardized exams to-”

“would you like for me to completely scrap exams from the curriculum?” without even allowing for you to present your argument he has to cut you off with a mocking grin

“levi, i think-”

“that's mr ackerman to you.”

his blunt correction has you rolling your eyes because YES!! you understand the two of you aren’t exactly the best of friends but he doesn’t even want to be on a first name basis with a colleague of two years??

his pettiness has your blood boiling in searing displeasure

“you have to stop going so hard on these children.”

he’s shuffling through some paperwork not even batting an eye in your direction.

“personally, we aren’t hard enough but of course the english teacher has trouble understanding that.”

the jab he makes at your job only causes the anger inside of you to bubble up again

why does teaching english have ANYTHING to do with this???

“you teach math yet you can’t calculate the reasoning behind your subpar love life. do not insult english.”

personal insults are your favourite to throw at him because he always gets so riled up

and actually for once you have the answer to a math question.

the reason why his love life is so uneventful has to be because of this :

his personality + his obnoxious humour + his looks = a good looking but undatable man

his jaw clenches and the grip he has on the stack of papers in his hands strengthens

ok,, that is kinda hot but that is not relevant at all

you’re able to make out miss ral one of the other math teachers make a move to speak and god you fight the urge to punch her every day because she’s always gushing about mr ackerman

seeing as you don’t want to punch her or anyone for that matter you turn to give her a “if you speak right now i swear to god i will lose my shit” look

she gets the memo incredibly quickly because her mouth closes shut immediately

mr ackerman takes a sip out of the cup of black tea next to him. “i would appreciate if you just sat back and let me do what’s best.”

“children fainting in my lesson is not what’s best.” your rebuttal catches him off guard and he seems more than a little surprised

“wait- fainted??”

you eyes flick over to mr zacharias, you had told him to pass the message on but the way he’s sheepishly looking at the floor avoiding your eyes clearly tells you all you have to know

“looks like someone forgot to pass the message onto you but the other day falco fainted in english.”

“is he- is he okay?? did he say why?”

eyebrows raising you’re quite surprised to see any sort of reaction from him let alone concern

“he stayed up all night completing your homework.”

lips pressing together into a fine line it almost looks as if he’s guilty

“i’ll talk to him about it later.” his voice is back to its usually plain tone and any trace of his previous worry has been masked.

an awkward silence follows. he coughs choosing to not continue the discussion about exams.

principal smith takes the hint and moves on to discuss planned school trips

HOORAH victory!!!

yet another day where you’ve saved your students

“who is fallacy and why are they pathetic?” a few snorts and giggles are heard around the class and you force yourself to laugh at falco's miserable attempt at a joke

you’ve noticed falco’s been cracking more jokes around his new seat mate gabi.

she’s small but feisty always willing to debate and she’s really a joy to teach although she can get a little bit aggressive with the others at times

honestly it’s quite obvious that falco has a fat crush on her. well, actually it’s been obvious from the moment she step foot into your class

and... you couldn’t just ignore the way falco looked at her could you?? and there was an empty space next to him too sooooo, what harm would there be in placing the two together?

it seems as if your attempt at getting the both of them to talk has worked. gabi and falco compete desperately for the top position in the class and are two of the best students you’ve had in a while

also after the day falco fainted in class gabi has been noticeably nicer. things like asking if he’s drank water or how much he’s slept

you have a small inkling that she may like him back

and the budding romance is adorable to you because you too once had childhood crushes

it feels rather nostalgic to see the two interact

but today you notice the two aren’t in

in fact, you notice half of the class isn’t?

“where are the others?” your question sends a jolt through one of your present students but he stays silent choosing to pretend to clean his glasses as a distraction

crossing your arms over your chest you walk over towards his desk

“udo, you can tell me what it is.”

“professor ackerman said not to tell.” udo looks petrified and you’re just kinda wondering what in the hell is going on

lucky for you his resolve is thin and he quickly cracks under pressure

“okay. you can’t say i told.”

nodding in agreement he looks around making sure no one else hears what exactly it is he’s about to disclose

“he’s kept some people back to talk to them about something top secret. i don’t know what but he asked for the students who like you.”

at that you feel a little bitter because if he asked for the student who liked you why on earth is half the class still here??

but oh well, you guess you can’t please them all

“oh no, no, no. you’ve got it wrong. we all wanted to stay but he didn’t let us.”

udo looks genuine so you let it slide

either way it doesn’t really matter as long as the majority prefer you over that sick and twisted math teacher you’re alright

“he does know he’s cut into my class time right?”

“falco told him that and he whispered something about how you’re bothersome.”

you???? bothersome???

WHEN HE’S THE ONE BOTHERING EVERYONE?/!:£:!/)

you don’t even look back as you walk out frankly furious at what’s happened

english is important

ACTUALLY!!!

ENGLISH > MATH

you will stand by that till the day you die

your knuckle meets with the wooden surface of your sworn enemy’s classroom door and almost automatically you’re able to hear the shuffle of chairs and padding of numerous footsteps approach

the door swings open and you step aside to allow your missing students to pass through

they look nervous but one look at your reassuring smile lets them ease up and relax

“well.” a voice behind you snaps “look who paid me a visit.”

“we’re talking about this later.”

you try your best to sound serious but you don’t know if you pull it off as well as he does because he just ends up giving you a disappointed sort of look

“y/n. stick to being the good cop it suits you better.”

“we are not on first name basis. you said it yourself.” is your narrowed comeback

finally turning to face him you’re surprised when your eyes travel to the triangle of space behind him and you’re able to get a peek of what looks to be a list of books on his whiteboard

pride and prejudice

wuthering heights

jane eyre

ville-

before you’re able to read the rest he moves in front of your line of vision

he’s got quite the selection but,, when did he of all the people on this planet start showing any interest in literature?

“the books on the board what’s that about?”

your inquiry flies over his head and he shuts the door behind him completely

his face doesn’t move and if it does it only shows the slightest hint of confusion

“what books are you talking about?” he replies and don’t know why your knees feel a little weak when he looks you straight in the eyes

snap.

out.

of.

it.

“i saw books on the board.”

“you saw wrong.” he barks back and he’s getting agitated now

maybe you did imagine it...

and you have to get back to teach your class so okay fair enough you’ll let it go because you do know you have a habit of daydreaming randomly

however that doesn’t stop you from giving him another skeptical look before you leave because there is NO WAY you imagined it, but it is you and it really could be a possibility

the click clack of your heels against the floor sound out as you remove yourself from the conversation

you assume he’s returned to his classroom

that’s why it catches you by surprise when you hear a hesitant voice behind you

“there were no books on the board.”

you don’t know why he has to tell you that again because it only makes himself look all the more suspicious

“but if they were a list of book recommendations then what would you recommend i read?”

the question is peculiar coming from him

are you in an alternate universe?

is this a dream?

are you talking to a clone?

a robot?

because this can NOT be the same man you’ve been working with for two years

maybe he’s having a change of heart?

but that sounds unlikely

maybe he’s planning to read the book and somehow with that big brain of his formulate a calculation to score it a measly two out of ten

yeah. that sounds more likely.

nevertheless, you still want to give him a recommendation, maybe he’ll find out he’s into books this way

“you should totally check out pride and prejudice :-)”

for once you’re smiling at him and he doesn’t know what to do because the change is sudden but he doesn’t say a word after that

instead he retreats into his classroom

god.

now you’re sure he’s just asked to form a stupid calculation or whatever the hell it is math teachers do.

“he likes you.” hange has a shit eating grin on their face and you can’t help but narrow your eyes and sigh in exasperation

no he does not like you but you don’t try to correct hange because you know they’re firm in their stupid belief

“would you ever date him?” hange fiddles with the last of their potato salad absentmindedly waiting on your reply

the question literally has you choking on your lunch

“i would rather fight for survival in the wilderness. thank you for asking.”

“oh come on... he’s got a thing for you. you read romance novels all the time you should be able to tell he does.”

“yeah and that thing he has for me is wanting to shove my head onto a pitchfork. you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.” shoving a piece of pasta into your mouth you sigh dreamily at the taste. it serves as a momentary distraction

you get one lunch break and you are not!!!! in the mood to talk about him whilst you’re on that break

he’s attractive

and you have to admit he looks handsome in his crisp white button up and pristine black suit AND his cologne is really...

okay, you are digressing from the point

none of what you just said means anything!!!

at surface level he seems like a catch but it’s what’s on the inside that matters and he said he finds english stupid

that’s more than enough of a reason to dislike the guy?

he thinks stuff like the pythagorean theorem and y = mx+c are entertaining

y = mx+c ??? over literature???

you read books to teach and you read books for your own enjoyment

it would be a complete travesty if you had a crush on a book hater

and levi ackerman most certainly can be classed as a book hater.

a pessimistic book hater if the specifics are needed

“OH! SORRY Y/N GOTTA BLAST MOB’S OVER THERE!!!!!”

you don’t even get the chance to say goodbye because hange makes an eager run towards moblit

hange and moblit are inseparable, both are the shared heads of the science department and since he’s been off on sick leave recently you understand why hange’s rushed off to greet him

you wish you had a teacher friend like that but the sad truth is you’re pretty much a lone wolf. the other english teachers are wrinkly old pickles and talk about antiques or quiz shows :-(

“this seat free?”

no way.

it’s not him

it can't be

what does he even want??

“um, well yeah it is free b-.”

“good.” he takes the seat without you even inviting him and now you’re stuck in an awkward situation you didn’t even expect to be in today

you're about to burst into tears because is it too much to ask for a peaceful lunch period???

mr ackerman clears his throat and places a book in the center of the table. “pride and prejudice although not my cup of tea was... mildly enjoyable.”

wait...

is this him...

admitting defeat!??

HELLLOOOOO

you are over the moon right now because you know he really had to have enjoyed it a lot and is simply choosing to withhold that information for his own reputation

“i’m happy to hear you took a liking to it.” you’re munching away at your pasta a little more upbeat now

“okay but the start of the book assuming all single men want a wife? no, all i want is a good night’s rest for once. also mrs bennet needs to calm down, elizabeth can marry who the hell she wa-”

“someone’s a little passionate aren’t they?” you giggle into your glass of water and you catch mr ackerman frowning

“i liked it okay.”

“i thought you said it was only mildly enjoyable just now?” grinning and looking at him through your lashes his cheeks become red

you guess he’s angry or something but that’s the usual with him

“yeah, whatever. i just wanted to play fair and apologise.”

“apologise?” oh wow, now your interest has really peaked because never in the past two years has he apologised to ANYONE

not even principal smith for the one time he flipped out and nearly cursed at a mouthy student at parent's evening

grimacing a little before he does it he finally speaks again.

“english is important. i’m sorry.”

your lips tug up into a bright smile

well???

this is a great interaction??

an apology coming out of levi ackerman of all people

“apology accepted! i’m glad to know you liked the book but now that we’re a tad bit friendlier with each other i wanted to ask for a favour.” your eyes gleam and he swears he can see specks of shining stars in them

“...okay, it depends.”

he’s warming up to you so he considers it

“please don’t cut into my lesson time levi.” his name slips out of your mouth but it’s so natural you don’t even care to correct yourself

“i’m sorry about that too y/n.” your name now ventures out of his mouth too as it tests the waters

wordlessly the two of you agree to first name basis

BUT more important matters are at hand such as how he’s issued you yet another apology?

this is satire surely

because why is he so willing all of a sudden...?

well, that's the power of pride and prejudice, wow you’re really thanking the heavens for blessing this world with jane austen’s existence

jane austen. a woman capable of remarkable things, she's even managed to make an unmoving book hater somehow become a lover

poking at your tuna pasta you and levi are now quiet.

“soooooo, any opinions on mr wickham?” you ask the question hoping to initiate a longer conversation than before

and luckily for you your attempt works

SUCCESS!!

levi pinches the bridge of his nose and the creases on his forehead show he clearly isn't particularly fond of wickham

“don’t get me started he’s so indescribably annoying?”

ok, ok, ok

you don’t even know how it happens but you and levi really hit it off

weeks have passed and you and him have even become lunch buddies

it was so shocking to moblit at first that he dropped his lunch on the floor when he saw you and levi enthusiastically exchanging words

then again, two mr wickham haters are bound to get along

you’re seriously wondering how the two of you ever survived as mortal enemies

yeah, you still disagree a lot but you’re getting there!!

sometimes he helps you out when your computer stops running and in exchange you’re willing to offer him book recommendations

he swears he doesn't want any recommendations from you but you know he enjoys it

yesterday he got microsoft excel out and showed you how useful it really was and you went :O because you never really understood the need for it at all

you’re a little bit of a granny when it comes to tech...

and just today at lunch you recommended he checks some plays out but his nose wrinkled at the mention of shakespeare so the both of you went through a long list of dramas and eventually you were able to interest him in j.b. priestely's an inspector calls

another victory for you!!

anyway, right now the two of you are sitting inside of the staff room seeing as it's that time of the month again.

time for the monthly staff meeting

it's the first one you've had since you and levi became friends and you're worried the both of you will be back at it butting heads

wait, are you friends?

well, you wouldn't mind if that were the case but to be honest you would like to be a little bit more than friends mayb-

no!!! no!!! no!!! stupid thought!!! you retract that statement immediately

no you do not want to be more than friends with levi ackerman, yes he's lovely to a degree but you are not going to elaborate on why it's a terrible idea to fancy him

okay wait, let's elaborate for the sake of elaborating

he's surprisingly charming and wittier than you thought he would be. the fun conversations are making your days now and to be honest it is nice to have someone to spend lunch with (hange usually skips out on lunch all together to tinker in the science labs and set up experiments)

wait... weren't you suppose to explain why you don't want to get with him?

you're an idiot and you don't notice how dumb you really are until everyone just kinda gawks at the both of you because it's so odd seeing you in the same room let alone within a three feet radius of each other.

fuck, you completely forgot you and levi sat at opposite ends of the room

principal smith enters and even he looks visibly shocked at the change in seats but he doesn't mention it and you're grateful he doesn't because you didn't purposefully sit here it just happened on accident

erwin turns in your direction and smiles

"would you like to start off with your proposition for extracurriculars?"

nodding your head you begin passionately.

"well, i'd like to say i don't think we offer the children enough. we have spare funding so why not open another club? cooking perhaps? i understand many of you may not understand the importance of teaching them how to cook but-"

"do you have an obsession for setting these children up for failure?" tensing up you notice it's levi who's spoke and he doesn't sound remotely happy

blinking once and then twice he realizes his tone isn't the best and he mutters an apology "sorry, go ahead i'll add in when you're done."

whispers travel through the room straight away

"did he just say sorry?"

"actually why are those two sitting together?"

"do you think they're you know...?"

miss ral who's sat a little further away is the next person to disagree with you

"i understand the intention but would it not be better to let them have extra math lessons?"

"oh, so you can get a pay rise?" the comeback you make is aggressive and dripping in displeasure

she sits up face burning up

"no- no- absolutely not i take pleasure in teaching all of my classes." flustered and trying to hide her nerves she takes a sip out of her water bottle

you want to pour all of the water out onto that ginger hair of hers

the reason why her interjection is getting on your nerves is due to the fact you overheard her and another one of the math teachers plan to bring this specific point up

and you are well aware that her reasoning behind it has nothing to do with the children

she couldn't care less about them

"do not make me repeat what you and mr bozado were chit chatting about earlier today."

the threat is enough to silence her and just when you think you've handled the situation levi has to give his input

"let's ignore petra's motivations and talk about how teaching these kids how to cook means nothing if they have no tradable skills to offer in the real world." levi's not looking at you. he's either too annoyed or too preoccupied with his thought process

at that moment you feel naive, you thought maybe he would try to understand your opinion seeing as he's been spending so much time with you as of recent but that looks to not be the case

murmurs of agreement fill the room at his statement and you feel pathetic

it's practically the entire room against you now

genuinely how is it these people can manage to be such spoiled sports about everything?

"recently, i asked all of my classes to write an essay about school stress. maybe you won't understand my views because you haven't read their pieces but they need a fucking break." the expletive flies out of your mouth without warning and you flush in embarrassment

that

was

not

professional.

"oh god, i'm sorry i got worked up i shouldn't hav-" fumbling over all of your words you feel even more mortified

the principal raises his hand signalling you stop and you clamp your mouth shut. you're in huge trouble that's for sure

but,,, in spite of the clear difference in opinion between you and the other teachers, soft and well spoken principal smith says the unthinkable

"i have the final say and i believe you are coming from a good place after reading your student's work. how would you feel about running the new cooking club?"

scanning his face for a second you can tell his question is legitimate and the wave of relief that washes over you has never felt better than ever

sighing contently you agree and as the topic of conversation shifts to something else entirely you sense your heart rate picking up

you feel like you're back to square one with levi.

it's yet another day where you’ve saved your students and you should be feeling overjoyed but if anything you feel a little deflated

you wish he would have come around and understood but you can't teach and old dog new tricks

again, the feeling of disappointment wears you down

two weeks have passed since then and your favourite time of year has come. it’s spring term meaning MACBETH

the english curriculum includes plays and it just so happens that today is your first lesson covering shakespeare

and you LOVE shakespeare

something about all the intricate foreshadowing always has you excited

but some children are missing

and it’s way too many to blame on sickness

so you wait for a few minutes but it's consistently radio silent

the last time this happened the culprit had been levi and he promised to never cut into your lesson time

but you could count on him to break his promise after the fiasco that was the monthly meeting

is he back to hating you and hating literature?

well, that's his loss if that's the case!! and no!! you will not upset yourself over the loss of the budding friendship

sighing you get to your feet making a beeline to the door but gabi and falco rush to stop you

awkward chuckles activated they wave their hands to get your attention “OH NO, they’ll only be five minutes!!” their sentence comes out as one big blur of words but you manage to understand them

now you’re doubtful because you know falco and gabi would usually ignore you and allow you to walk out

giving them a knowing glance the pair look between each other

their eyes are clearly communicating and asking if it’s alright to tell you

“i promise i won’t be mad.” you sigh

perhaps if you reassure them they’ll be more likely to spill the beans

“it’s not that you... i don't know. you might be upset.” gabi isn't one to care much for other's feelings so you're slightly anxious even though you shouldn't be

but you’re a tough nut to crack. so, absolutely not. you are not going to upset yourself over whatever it is

“i won’t be hurt. i’ve suffered through reading some of the most emotional classics to ever exist.” hitting your chest with your fist you wince a little because you hit yourself a little too hard

falco’s seems to be too shy to come out with it so gabi takes the lead as she normally does

“some students were talking badly about you so mr ackerman kept them behind to have a talk.”

oh.

yeah, actually you are a teeny weeny bit disheartened because you think you’re nice to all of your pupils but it’s nothing too bad, not everyone will like you

“if that’s all i’ll go get them. thank you for letting me know.” giving them two thumbs up you leave the class immediately

levi is probably scolding them to hell and back

not because he cares for you but because he hates disrespect in general

as you’re nearing the open door of his classroom you hear something you never thought would emerge from levi’s room

“final question. why does mr darcy say he doesn’t want to dance with elizabeth at first?” oh yeah, that’s levi’s voice for sure

an english question?

is he quizzing them on pride and prejudice?

you wait hoping your students don't fail you and are able to provide the correct answer.

“ummm... she’s not pretty enough!!”

levi hums “you answered all five questions right. do you all know why?”

you can’t see the children’s faces but they have to be confused if there’s no immediate response

he grunts in agitation “because your english teacher works hard to teach you every single day. have some respect because that teacher of yours is one in a million.”

taking your bottom lip in between your teeth you fight the urge to smile

“do you know how at every single staff meeting there’s only ever one teacher fighting for you all and what you want. i can assure you that teacher isn’t me, but i believe you can all guess who i'm talking about.”

your heart does a back flip in your chest and you feel jittery but in that really fuzzy good way

like that super duper fuzzy and hazy good way

he’s really very sweet for saying all of this and you're now smiling like an idiot

one pupil takes a chance to make amends “we’re sorry mr ackerman.”

but before levi can give them a response you clap your hands together and walk in unannounced

“apology accepted, now if you want to all be forgiven forever please return to class and answer the questions on the board!” directing them to the door with your hands you make sure they're conscious fo the fact you aren't mad at them

still, never have you seen them so eager to run off to analyze macbeth. you guess levi's deathly stare is the cause for it

holding back a laugh you clear your throat after the last student leaves

“thank you levi :-)”

it’s quiet for a second and you think to ask him about what has been gnawing at your mind

“you didn’t have to do that. you disagreed with me before so... why did you?”

“i say this at every meeting and you never listen but children need to be disciplined.” his unchangeable tone is unwelcoming

again it’s awkwardly silent and you sorta regret even coming over to see what was going on because now you and levi are just having an uncomfortable staring contest

then he scratches the back of his neck and heaves a heavy breath

“it may also be because i really fucking like you, but i look like an idiot saying that when we’ve been at each other's necks for two years.”

oh.

the sudden and brutally honest confession has the wind knocked out of you, you’re stunned

and then you get hit by it too. the realization hits you like rain hits umbrellas on stormy days. you like him too.

you like him for his witty sense of humour, his pure honesty and his hatred for mr wickham only serves as a bonus

yes, you have your differences. many of them. but you like him

he’s no longer a book hater and so by default you can fancy him. he goes against none of your guidelines essentially

you like him, he likes you back?’//’.;

[SCREAMS]

“well, what do you say? will you be this mr darcy's elizabeth bennet?” hearing the cheesy pickup line from him of all people has the butterflies in your stomach exploding in delight

“you sound weird, where's the grumpy math teacher from before?" now you and him are simply shamelessly flirting but HEY!! you have no complaints at all

he scoffs at your sarcastic question

"do you want the equation for a two dimensional heart on a graph beca-"

"can i just kiss you?"

wOWIE are you being bold today y/n???

thankfully you don't have to wait for his answer. levi’s right hand pulls your face in and he slams his lips against yours. he gives your waist a squeeze and you hold him tighter by the neck in response. he has a way of somehow making it all feel gentle and relaxed in the same breath

and... you know what? maybe you should have recommended pride and prejudice to him earlier

but oh well.

what matters the most right now is that you're kissing your mr darcy!!

and he’s kissing his elizabeth bennet

:-)

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nishiannoya · 2 years

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Kyoutani Kentarou loves like a lake on a summer day.

Love was never something he wanted or sought after. Crushes were just something he didn't get. His teammates seemed to always be talking about sex and relationships, and while he'd make the occasional mental note on someone's attractiveness, he wasn't at all interested in dividing up his time for someone else. Whether he would find love or not, whatever. Even after high school and he'd let himself be flirted with at parties and bars, partaking in one night stands and a short-lived first attempt at monogamy, he never worried about it.

Perhaps, he should have.

That's what he thinks when he first meets you, a friend of Hanamaki and Matsukawa's who is entirely too good for him. Too pretty. Too interesting. Too charming - something about you screaming that you are not in short of love or any stranger to it. Even if he were good with words, he wouldn't know what to say to you, so he doesn't say much at all. Though it doesn't stop you from becoming his 219th Instagram follower in the proceeding days.

He doesn't know if he should be thankful or frightened that you can tell he's intrigued by you from the lack of feedback he gives you. It's more than confidence, and less than greed - something that beckons him that seems solid and tangible, yet if he were to try and hold it in his hands, he can't. And it unnerves him.

So you meet him 99 percent of the way, not pushing or pulling, not threatening to walk the other way, just waiting for him to take the final step. He's not sure what he ever did to deserve such favored treatment, and surely you will be disappointed when you find out that you laid out all your cards just for him, but he says 'fuck it,' and though he tells himself it's no big deal if it doesn't work out, he hopes by some miracle that it will.

Turns out he never needed a miracle, he just needed you. From the day Kentarou decided to let you in, not a day goes by without him needing you - needing to feel you in his bed, needing you to eat a meal with him, needing to show you a picture of a dog he saw on his daily run. He wonders why he was so hesitant to know you like this. You fit so perfectly - against his side when you sleep, and in his life.

If Kentarou had known love was like this, he would have wanted it all along. All he had ever known was his parents fighting, Yahaba constantly getting nagged at by some girl in high school, and Koganegawa complaining about getting ghosted, again. What makes you so different? What makes what he has with you so different?

The more he tries to pin down the answer, the more of you he sees, and the deeper he falls. He notices that your love seems to overflow, with him, with your friends, with the animals you encounter to the bugs on the ground, from your eyes, from your lips and fingertips, onto pages and into songs. Even when you're mad at him, you curl right up against his chest and cling to him as you pout, forcing him to wrap his strong arms around you and apologize, because really, what else can he do?

"Never thought you'd be the one to give a dating pep talk. You're nicer than I thought," Tsukishima says all too honestly with his usual provoking tone one day at practice, right after Kentarou had convinced Koganegawa that his most recent Tinder failure was the best thing to ever happen to him. Though his advice was rough and blunt, the giant setter found meaning in comfort in his words and thanked him.

Despite his bespectacled teammate's prodding, he finds himself not irritated, but in agreement. When did he become so sympathetic? He wonders for the last few hours of practice. He wonders on the train ride home. He wonders all the way up until moment he opens the front door to your shared apartment, and sees you turn your head from your spot on the couch, your face illuminating at the sight of him as you scramble to get up to greet him by flinging your arms around him before he can even get out the first syllable of 'tadaima.'

Ah, yes.

Your love is like the ceaseless, unabating energy of the sun, generating and radiating from every aspect of your being whether or not there's anything to consume your spirit. It spawns beauty like blooms on the flora and provides comfort to even those considered cold of blood. It's something he could never even dare to emulate, but oddly, Kyoutani Kentarou loves like a lake on a summer day, absorbing the most of your light before reflecting the rest onto those who find refreshment in and around his surface - all around a little warmer and more inviting under your phosphorescence.

#sorry for the heart vomit #idk i got a big ol soft spot for him recently

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potatoes-is-are-food · 3 years

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Miss potatinha pls can I have Touya-nii getting cucked by his incel friend Shigaraki who he teased would neva have a gf, and is now fucking touyas sister? 🙏🙏

Here you go light of my life~ I hope it’s everything you wanted, it was definitely really fun to write.

Warnings: slightly implied incest, Touya-nii being a meanie

“Touya-nii,” you softly tug at his sleeve, wince when he swats your hand away and tells you to wait, “but Touya-nii I have to go,” you whine. He glares at you.

“Wait until Keigo gets back,” he pulls you to sit on the armrest beside him, “I don’t want you two alone together.” You don’t ask why, you’ve seen the way his friends look at you. They said they wanted to be your friends, too, but Touya keeps you tethered to his side constantly, especially when Keigo is around. It’s like he doesn’t want you to talk to anyone that isn’t him.

It wouldn’t be so bad if your brother wasn’t so mean. He tells you you’re stupid, gives you spankings if you do something he doesn’t like, pinches your thighs, flicks at your chest, and gives you hickeys you can’t hide just because he can and likes to make you uncomfortable. Makes you “play wrestle” so he can grind his crotch into your body while you squirm and try to get away, just how he likes. He makes you cry and then tells you to suck it up while he lets you sit in his lap to “make up for it,” without saying sorry. Ever.

When the blonde comes back Touya lets you go, telling you which hallway to go through since this is Shigaraki’s house and you’ve never been. You nod, give his cheek a kiss when he tells you to, and scamper off to relieve your bladder.

Just as you’re closing the door on the way out you see his other friend, Tomura. He’s never worried about Tomura being around, he thinks he’s too creepy and you’ll cry for your nii-san if he tries anything. You don’t think he’s creepy, though. He’s a lot nicer than Touya. Honestly Keigo is the one that creeps you out when he tries to touch you and makes lewd comments to see you flustered. Shigaraki usually just stares a little but it doesn’t really seem like he knows he’s doing it.

You wonder if he’s nice to you because Touya is mean to him, too. You’ve heard him say Tomura couldn’t get a girlfriend if he paid someone and a bunch of other insults. He calls him crusty and says he’s gross, and one time you could’ve sworn you saw him wiping his eyes after Touya finished berating him.

He walks back with you into the main room where Touya and Keigo are laughing at something on one of their phones. When your brother sees you he gets up, pinching your cheek.

“We’re gonna go grab some beer. Play with Tomura or something, yeah?” You nod, not wanting to risk him spanking you in front of his friends again if you said no. He pats your head and heads out with the blonde, leaving you and Shigaraki alone; completely secure in the thought that he’ll come back to you awkwardly playing video games. Or maybe if he’s lucky crying for your nii-san because Tomura’s creepy ass tried to cop a feel.

The two of you end up playing some fps game, sitting in the floor next to each other mashing buttons while you murder your opponents in co-op. You’re not horrible but he’s definitely much better than you and it’s clear he’s completely carrying you through the matches. You keep sneaking glances over at him, admiring the focused expression on his face. It’s a similar expression to the one he has when he’s looking you up and down. You’re not stupid, you can tell when he’s leering at you but for some reason it’s more flattering when it’s him rather than creepy.

Victory flashes across the screen and you set down your controller, pulling your knees up to your chest. He throws his down and goes to the kitchen to grab an energy drink, taking a sip and then offering the can to you to try. Your cheeks burn as you press your lips to the same place his had just been, barely even tasting the liquid inside before handing it back and muttering a thank you.

“Wanna see my setup? It’s way better than the console.” You nod too fast, too enthusiastically, and follow him back down the hall and into his room. It’s gross, there’s empty cans all over the place and laundry covering every inch of the floor. Several hoodies are strewn across his unmade bed and you can’t help but wish you could put one on. You watch him and listen as he tells you about the monitor and how he customized all his stuff, but you don’t understand any of it, simply nodding along and happily taking another sip of his drink when he offers.

“Can I sit?” you ask softly, gesturing to his messy bed. He shrugs, clearly trying too hard to seem indifferent, and you sit, hand smoothing over the soft fabric of his jacket as you move it aside. He sets the can on another empty one on the desk and plops down beside you, much too close for comfort if he were anyone else. You wonder vaguely if your nii-san would make him move.

“You’re cute,” he says bluntly, and you nearly squeak, face burning as you manage a small nod in thanks. He grins widely, gripping your shoulders and looking at you intensely, “So do you wanna go out?” his fingers are digging into you but all you can do is nod again, leaning eagerly when he comes closer until you’re clumsily pressing your lips together.

He almost immediately shoves his tongue down your throat, cupping your face too hard and smushing your face against his. You tangle your fingers in his hair, whimpering when he moves his hands to pinch at your hips and thighs. You cling to him as he pushes you onto your back, his old mattress squeaking loudly under you as he swings a leg over to straddle you, never breaking the kiss.

He tastes like the energy drink, his hair is greasy when your fingers run through it, and you’re pretty sure your head is resting on one of the many questionable stains littering his bed, but you’re elated. Both of you. He gropes harshly at your chest, frantically shoving your shirt up to paw at your nipples, pinching them roughly as he groans into your mouth.

You whimper when he bites your lip, and he pulls away smirking down at your trembling body. His eyes lock onto your chest and he yanks your shirt completely off before setting his sights on the rest of your clothes. You pull him into another kiss while he clumsily works off your pants, pulling them and your underwear, leaving you completely naked and him with everything on.

Blood rushes into your cheeks as he pins your arms, hungrily looking over your bare form as though he’s unsure where to start now that he’s got you. You shyly cross your arms over your chest but he takes and pins your wrists above your head, kissing you briefly before dipping down to your chest. His tongue flicks against your hardened nipple, his free hand pinching at the other one as he starts to suckle the soft flesh. He releases your wrists to grip your thigh, pulling your leg out from under him. You get the hint and wrap them around his waist, the fabric of his t-shirt grazing your clit just enough to make you jump at the contact.

He leans back and pulls his shirt over his head, letting it join the mountains of others on the floor. His eyes lock onto your pussy and his tongue trails along his lip. You’re not sure he’s even aware he’s doing it. Without a word, he delves between your legs, excitedly licking you with no technique or regard for how it feels, merely wanting to taste. You squirm and his arms wrap around your thighs, pinning you as he laps at your folds. His clumsy movements against your clit are enough to send you over the edge, and you grip his hair as you cum, crying his name as your back arches.

He wipes his chin off with one of the random articles of clothing scattered under you and flings it to the floor, crawling over you and latching onto your neck. His cock springs free as he shoves his pants down, bouncing slightly before weighing heavily down. Bigger than you’d imagined, and you’d thought you were generous. You catch him smirk at your reaction, giving it a few pumps for your viewing pleasure.

He lines up the drooling head of his cock and presses slightly in, gathering slick on it before pushing in the rest of the way. The stretch has your eyes rolling back into your head and soft whimpers leaving your lips. His head bumps your cervix as his hips meet yours and you let out a guttural moan, head flopping back onto his bed.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the sight of his pubes pressed flush against your folds. He gives a few experimental thrusts, marveling at how much your walls cling and twitch around him. You moan softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him into another kiss as he starts to really move. He’s rough, like you expected, hips rolling against yours almost frantically as he fucks you into his mattress.

You’re moaning and panting into each other’s mouths moreso than actually kissing, gripping at limbs as though you’re both worried it isn’t really happening. The bed groans and the headboard smacks against the wall, bed springs squeaking loudly, however it’s not loud enough to drown out either of your moans.

For a time he leans back and smiles wildly at you, not attempting to hide his excitement. His pace is uneven and rapid, borderline inhuman. He grips your hips to keep you in place as he uses you like a toy, immediately stooping to kiss you when you give his arm a little, needy tug. He’s perceptive, trailing a hand gently along your cheek when you cling to him, still reaming you without pause.

Your tongues twirl together as his hands come up to press yours into the bed, fingers interlocked as his thrusts get more animalistic. Tears prick at your eyes, his rough treatment and the friction from his hair pushing you closer to the edge again. As though able to read your mind, he trails a hand down your body, pinching and groping his way to your clit and rolling it in his inexperienced fingers.

You can tell he’s close, his hips sputter and he groans, shoving his face into your neck to suck at your skin and muffle his noises. His treatment of your clit gets rougher, the puffy nub’s abuse bringing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head and you cry out just as the door opens, giving your brother a front row seat to your O face.

Touya’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates at the sight, Keigo’s immediately doing the same but accompanied by a massive grin. They watch as Tomura groans, unaware of their presence, spilling himself inside as your cunt milks him for all he’s worth. He presses into you deeply, humping his cum against your cervix with a shudder before he collapses on top of you, panting.

You tremble under him, grateful for his body covering yours as your face burns. You shake him slightly and he grunts in response, muffled in your neck. He looks up after a second, concerned at your expression before he turns, face going completely white.

Tomura locks eyes with Touya, both completely at a loss for words. Keigo looks over all your exposed skin he can see, ecstatic look still plastered over his face. You’re looking anywhere except at your nii-san or Keigo, trying not to cry as you pull one of his numerous hoodies over your chest.

“Uh,” Tomura starts, “we got along fine. How was the beer run?” You think you can hear Touya’s brain implode.

#shigaraki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #dabi #touya todoroki #touya-nii

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Transcendent

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, Angst, Fluffy ending

Word Count: 9.5k

Summary: You are born with the first words you ever hear your soulmate say permanently marked on your arm, but what happens when your soulmate turns out to be your best friend’s boyfriend and neither of them are willing to end the relationship? Find out in Transcendent.

Soulmates.

The concept of soulmates was kind of funny to you.

The idea that there was one person out there for everyone on a planet filled with billions of people, and you were somehow supposed to find them during a short human lifespan, was wild.

Of course, some people believed in fate and thought that the universe would pull the two souls in the right direction so they could find each other. You didn't know if you believed in that, but something was out there making it happen because you had seen soulmates finding each other with your own eyes.

It was a weird sight to witness. They would be standing there talking to someone or quietly walking by themselves when they would just stop like they were frozen in time. A slow turn would come to reveal their other half and the change that overcame the two individuals was undeniable.

It was ineffable.

There wasn't a physical change that you could see with your eyes, but something shifts within each person, and you always wondered what that was like.

You had always wondered what it would be like to find the one who was meant for you. The one who would be your other half. You didn't want to be one of those people who gushed over their soulmates and constantly talked about the day you would meet them, but your friends knew how badly you wanted to meet your soulmate.

They would catch you running your fingers over the light tattoo on your inner forearm that everyone was born with in curiosity, but you didn't want to make too much of a big deal about it. They knew a part of you yearned to meet the person who would understand you like no one else, and they all wanted that for you.

That didn't mean all of your friends were on the same page as you. Sure, there were some who were, but others wanted to live in the "now", and of course, you didn't blame them.

Nobody knew when they would meet their soulmate, and you understood them wanting to find happiness with another partner in the present, instead of waiting for the future. You had also dated around here and there, but it had never felt right to you. It always felt bland and less colorful than you had hoped.

Your best friend was one of those people who wanted to live in the "now". The ones who hopped into relationships knowing their soulmate was out there probably searching for them without a care.

She had been in five different relationships over the years that you would consider to be somewhat serious, but you were always the first to know and she would share every little nauseating detail with you. That's why you were shocked when she called you to gush about her new boyfriend of a month.

How had she managed to go an entire month without telling you about this mysterious man she was falling for? Where did she even meet him, and why did she wait so long to tell you about it?

"I know he's not my soulmate, Y/N, but he's... perfect."

You quietly sit there and take in Mijung's words in slight disbelief. The two of you have been best friends for well over a decade, and you knew that while Mijung liked to jump into new things, she tended to get over them relatively quickly. It was stunning how much she seemed to be into this guy.

"How come I'm just now hearing about him?" You ask curiously.

Mijung is silent for a good minute and you wonder if she even plans on answering you. "I knew you wouldn't completely agree with our relationship... especially when I tell you how different this one seems..."

The seriousness of her tone catches you off guard. You have never heard Mijung this serious about a guy, and you had to admit, a small part of you was starting to get worried. If they cared about each other this much already... What will they do when they meet their soulmates?

"What's different about this one?"

Mijung takes a deep breath like she's preparing to launch into all the reasons he's so much better than the rest. "At first, we were just having fun. Nothing too serious because we knew we weren't each other's soulmates... but then it just naturally grew into something more. Maybe it's all in my head, but I feel some type of pull towards him, and I know it's quick, but I love him."

Your mouth drops open in shock at her admission, but before you can fully process what she's telling you, she continues to drop another bomb on you.

"What if there has been some type of mistake? What if we were supposed to be soulmates instead?"

You pull your phone away from your ear to check that you are really talking to your best friend. When you do in fact see her contact ID, you bring it back to your ear in confusion. You've never heard your friend talk like this. Ever.

"Mijung... That's never happened before. You know there are no mistakes when it comes to the soulmate tattoo."

"I know, but - "

"Mijung." You unapologetically cut her off.

She sighs loudly in your ear before relenting. "I know... I know the tattoo is never wrong, and I know we're not soulmates... I just wish we were."

"What are you going to do when one of you finds your soulmate?"

Her silence on the other end lets you know you're not going to like whatever she has to say. Whenever Mijung is silent, you know it's because she doesn't want to admit something to you.

"We want to be together. No matter what." She finally says with determination. "If one of us happens to find our soulmate... It's not going to change anything."

You blink a few times, taking in what she's telling you. Now it all made sense why she was hesitant to say anything. She knew you wouldn't agree with ignoring your soulmate when you found them. That wasn't how society worked.

Everyone waits for the day they meet their soulmate. The day colors seem more vibrant and sounds seem more celestial. The day everything in your world clicks into place... and they were just willing to ignore it? To let both of their soulmates go on without them because they thought they wanted to be together instead?

"So, you're just going to say, 'screw your soulmates'?"

She sighs heavily. "Look, I know you're excited to meet your soulmate, but I'm happy with Yeosang. We're happy, and we want to stay together."

When you stay silent, she lets out yet another sigh. "Please, don't be mad at me..."

"I'm not mad at you. You're both grown adults and you can do whatever you want. I don't agree with it, but I can't do anything to stop it, either, so..." You trail off, not sure what else to say at this point.

"Fair enough... but... how would you feel about meeting him?"

"Excuse me?"

"Please, Y/N." Mijung pleads. "I really want the two of you to meet! I know you'll both get along really, really well."

The excitement and happiness in her voice makes you feel slightly guilty for mentally shitting on their relationship. If your best friend was happy... that was really all you could ask for.

As you agree to meet him, your eyes fall to the tattoo on your forearm. The words that you knew by heart staring back at you in a slightly lighter shade than your skin tone.

Once you hang up with Mijung, you lightly run your fingers over the words like you've been itching to do ever since you started talking about soulmates. The familiar phrase bringing a small smile to your face like it always does.

“It's freaking gray, you dolt.”

You had always wondered what type of conversation spurs those words on, and a twinge of excitement fills you when you think about the day you'll actually find out. The day you'll finally hear the first words of your soulmate.

You try not to get too lost in your imagination, and honestly, it's pretty easy to pull yourself out of it when you think about what Mijung had told you. Would the couple really say, "screw their soulmates" and stay together? Well... you guess you were just going to have to wait and see. Hopefully, for the sake of their soulmates... you never find out.

A few days later, Mijung is hosting a small get-together so her and Yeosang's friends could meet, and so you could finally meet the mystery man himself. She swore only a few people would be there besides you. Thankfully, your other best friend Yunho was going to be there, which was going to help calm your nerves and make you feel less anxious. Especially since Mijung warned you that Yeosang's friends could be a handful.

As soon as you woke up this morning, something felt different. You couldn't place your finger on it, but you knew, without a doubt, something was going to happen today. You just hoped it was something good.

With that in mind, you decide to dress up a little nicer today instead of your normal hoodie and yoga pants. You put on a cozy beige sweater and a pair of flattering skinny jeans that tucked into your brown booties perfectly. You spruced your hair up just enough that it looked like you actually attempted to make it look nice, but not enough that you looked like you were trying too hard. Adding a dainty gold necklace to complete the look, you were satisfied with what you saw in the mirror and quickly headed over to Mijung's.

Once you walk into her apartment, without feeling the need to knock since you were there almost as much as you were at home, you can hear booming laughter coming from the kitchen. You quietly close the door and take a moment to gather yourself before entering what already sounded like chaos.

The first person you spot when you round the corner is your tall, brown-haired, best friend Yunho. He notices you at almost the same exact moment and his eyes immediately light up while a giant smile grows on his face.

"Y/N!"

He strides over to you in two steps thanks to his long legs and pulls you into a tight hug. You welcome the hug from the giant puppy and feel some of your anxiety immediately disappear. If there was one thing Yunho was good at, it was making you feel safe and comforted.

"Hey, Yunho."

"Well... I don't have Yunho's name on my arm." You hear someone sigh from behind him.

A muttered “me either” has you pulling away from your friend and peeking around him. He moves out of the way and turns toward the two strangers in the kitchen with him.

Your eyes immediately fall on two ridiculously attractive black-haired males. One with full lips and a more hawkish nose and the other with small eyes and sharp cheekbones. When the latter smiles, two dimples appear on his cheeks, making him look younger than he did two seconds ago.

"Y/N, this is Wooyoung and San, Yeosang's friends." Yunho introduces you.

"Hi, I'm not your soulmate." The one who Yunho gestured was Wooyoung says.

The other one, San, side-eyes his friend before coming over to you and shaking your hand. "I'm also not your soulmate, but I'll at least be nice about it. My name is San."

"What did I say that was mean?" Wooyoung loudly asks.

As the two discuss what would and wouldn't be considered rude for a greeting at top volume, you glance over at Yunho in question. He nods his head, answering your unasked question.

"They've been like this since I got here."

Before you can respond, you hear Mijung ask the two bickering boys, "Why are you two like this?"

She enters the kitchen with the question and looks over at Yunho in exasperation. When she notices you, she lets out a high-pitched squeal that causes the two dark-haired boys to fall silent.

"You're here!" She happily says while bouncing over to give you a quick hug. "Let me go grab Yeosang real quick, so you can finally meet him!"

As she rushes out of the kitchen, you turn to Yunho and say, "She says so I can finally meet him like I didn't just learn of his existence a few days ago."

Yunho nods in agreement. "She just told me a week ago too."

Your head snaps up to the taller man in disbelief. "She told you first?"

A sheepish expression crosses his face as you mull over his words. You temporarily forget the other two are even there until San gets your attention.

"Yeosang's really nice. You'll like him. Though, he is pretty quiet sometimes, so you might have to pull the conversation out of him."

Wooyoung nods along, adding, "Don't let him fool you, either. He's a savage and will attack when you least expect it."

You hum in thought. Mijung was quite talkative, so you were sure the two balanced each other out in that way.

"Have you guys known him long?" Yunho asks.

"He's been my best friend for years. I probably know him better than anyone else." Wooyoung proudly tells the two of you.

You couldn't help but ask their opinions on your friend's apparent whirlwind romance. "What do you think about their relationship?"

Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders. "If they haven't found their soulmates yet, who cares?"

San glances at the wall across from him for a couple seconds before his eyes come back to you. "I don't think it's right. Especially when they say they're going to stay together regardless of what happens."

Yunho's eyebrows furrow and you figure this is the first he's hearing about this. Before you can ask him what he thinks, Wooyoung scoffs, pulling your attention back to him.

"No one can ignore the soulmate bond. It's over for them as soon as they meet their other half."

The sound of voices coming down the hallway instantly catches your attention. You easily identify Mijung's voice, but the other voice is too deep for you to understand right away.

For some reason, you tense up, but you don't notice until Yunho gives you a weird look. That's also when you notice that you're suddenly holding your breath for some reason. What was wrong with you?

"Are you colorblind, Yeosang? That's blue." You hear Mijung argue.

The most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard follows her words before you hear a deep voice that shakes you to your core.

"It's freaking gray, you dolt."

At that moment, your world stops. The sounds around you momentarily muffle before suddenly snapping back with a clarity. Their footsteps approaching you become louder and louder with each thud, and a sudden rightness settles into your bones as they get closer. Happiness floods you because you know, without a doubt, you just found your soulmate. Your other half. The person you'll have a connection with that transcends everything.

You feel Yunho bump into your arm and you look over at him in a daze, causing concern to grow on his face. His expression triggers something in your brain, and you're suddenly pulled from the moment when you realize what this means. You found your soulmate... and he was already claiming he never wanted to meet you. He didn't want to start a relationship with you because he wanted to continue being with your best friend, who was apparently in love with him.

With each step that comes closer to you, it gets harder to breathe. It feels like a hand is squeezing tighter and tighter around your throat, and your foggy brain beings to realize that you're panicking.

You had to get out of here. Now. You couldn't meet Yeosang because the second you spoke; the truth would be revealed. Not only would your best friend be devastated, but you would be outright rejected in front of everyone.

Your eyes flash back over to Yunho, who is quietly saying your name and asking if you are alright.

"I need to go."

Confusion flashes in Yunho's eyes. "What?"

"I have to leave." You repeat as you back away from him.

Even you can hear that your words sound desperate, and Yeosang's friends look over at you in confusion. You continue to back away from the three men who are watching you with either concern or like you were crazy.

A strong feeling tells you that Mijung and Yeosang are going to round the corner any second, so you turn and book it for her front door without a backward glance. You run away from her apartment like your life depends on it, and you don't stop until you're in the safety of your own.

Once you shut your apartment door, you lean back against it and try to take deep breaths to get some air back into your lungs. You thank everything in the universe that Mijung only lives five minutes away from you because you wouldn't have been able to go much farther.

You take a few more deep breaths to try to calm down, but you can feel yourself shaking. You don't know if you are shaking from adrenaline, shock, or fear, but you were sure it was a culmination of the three.

You had just found your soulmate. The only person in the world who is meant for you, but he is your best friend's boyfriend and she is apparently in love with him. Not to mention, he is willing to screw you over to be with her.

You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket and pull it out. You stare at your phone as you see Mijung's contact name blaring at you. There was no way you could talk to her right now. You didn't even know what the hell you would say to her in the first place. "Oh, hi. I'm sorry for just running out like that. By the way, your boyfriend is my soulmate. Isn't that crazy?" Yeah, right.

You hold your phone in your hand until it goes to voicemail and the tiniest sense of relief fills you. You unlock your phone with a sigh and see several missed calls from Mijung and a couple from Yunho… How would you explain any of this to her?

You toss your phone toward your couch and your eyes catch a glimpse of your soulmate mark. The words you had heard Yeosang say not even half an hour ago. The words you were once so excited to hear, but now cause your heart to stutter in panic.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Mijung tries a countless number of times to get you and Yeosang to meet, and every single time you came up with an excuse or a way to get out of it, just like the night you had found out he was your soulmate.

Once you had finally returned her multiple missed calls, you came up with the excuse that you had suddenly felt very nauseous and needed to leave. She thought it was a little odd but didn't question it too much.

That excuse could only work so many times, though, so you came up with many others like you had to work or your parents needed you for something, but you knew Mijung was suspicious of why you suddenly never had time. You knew your window of time was closing, and you would have to meet him eventually.

You wished you could say a part of you was surprised when Mijung ended up calling you out, but you knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Mijung wasn't the type of person to accept "no" as an answer, and certainly not as many times as you have said it. You were slightly surprised you got away with it as long as you had.

"I know you're avoiding meeting him, Y/N," she tells you through the phone. "So, you can stop giving me all of these excuses."

You can hear the irritation in her voice, and while a part of you feels bad, the other part of you doesn't. This wouldn't even be happening right now if her and Yeosang weren't being selfish and stubborn.

She sighs in your ear. "Is it because you don't agree that we should be together?"

"They're not excuses, Mijung," you lie through your teeth. "I've just been busy lately."

Her silence lets you immediately know she's not believing a word you say.

"Look, it's not like he's even met his stupid soulmate yet, anyway, so why does it bother you so much?"

Even though she didn't know it, her words were like a slap to the face, and you sat there in disbelief that your friend was behaving this way. You mentally scoff. His stupid soulmate was also her stupid best friend.

You take a deep breath before mumbling that you have to go and hang up the phone.

You knew you had two options. You could meet him and let the truth come out and bask in the awkwardness that will inevitably ensue... or you could stay away and willingly lose the friendship you had with Mijung.

You knew your friendship with Mijung was going to take a hit either way. She would either be hurt by the truth or she'd never forgive you for continuously avoiding meeting the person she was "in love with".

Both options had pros and cons, and there were things you needed to consider before you decided what you were going to do. If you decided to go and meet Yeosang, you would finally get to know what your soulmate looked like. You would finally know if he was short or tall, a manly man or a pretty boy, but you would also be rejected by the one person on this planet who was supposed to want to be with you.

The pro to the second option was avoiding hurting your friend while also avoiding the rejection they apparently were going to give you, but it also meant that you were willingly giving up your soulmate and your decade-long friendship with Mijung.

Neither option sounded appealing to you, and a part of you hated both of them for making you have to decide between a rock and a hard place. You didn’t want to give up your soulmate. You’ve been waiting for him nearly your entire life, but him wanting to ignore the bond was forcing you to make that decision anyway, and since rejection hurts a hell of a lot more than curiosity, you choose the latter.

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For the next few weeks, you spend most of your time with either Yunho or by yourself. Once Mijung realized you were doing your best to never meet Yeosang, she obviously grew upset. In her eyes, you were mad about what her and Yeosang were doing, and you never bothered to correct her. It would be far worse for her to find out he was your soulmate than for her to think you thought they were being stupid. Which they were so it wasn't like she was far off.

After the first week, she had thankfully given up on trying to get the two of you to meet and has spent the last couple of weeks avoiding you like you were her. Of course, it hurt. It hurt to treat your close friend like this and to have her treat you like this, but it hurt more knowing that your soulmate was so close to you, yet so far away. You could live with losing Mijung’s friendship, but you weren’t sure you could continue ignoring your soulmate and letting him keep living in their lie. However, besides blowing up their relationship, there was nothing you could do.

Unfortunately, it was all going to come to a head, and quicker than you would've liked.

It was like the universe was determined to make you and your soulmate meet. If it hadn't been Mijung trying to consistently get you to meet Yeosang, it was Yunho begging you to hang out with the three of them, so he wasn't third-wheeling. If it wasn't that, it was apparently the three of you running into each other on the street, and this time, there was no escaping the inevitable.

You had been searching for a birthday present for Yunho when you decided that you needed a coffee, or you were going to collapse on the sidewalk.

Although you may have been dramatic with that statement, something inside of you did start to feel weird, but you couldn't place it. Something... something was going to happen, and soon.

You push the feeling to the side as you approach the entrance of the coffee shop. Once you got your dose of caffeine, you would figure out what this feeling was, but you had zero hopes of doing it right now.

As you go to reach for the handle, the door of the coffee shop pushes open toward you, and you quickly back away to avoid impact.

"Oh my god. I'm so sor... Y/N?"

Your body freezes once you place the voice, and your eyes slowly trail up and meet Mijung's. You open your mouth to say something, but quickly snap it shut once you take in the quiet presence next to her.

Your body and mind scream at you to look at the person next to her. To look at the man you had no doubt was Yeosang, and you try to fight it, but quickly realize there's no hope in fighting the inevitable. Slowly, you look over to the right and try to stop the gasp that leaves you.

Standing before you was a prince. There was no other way to describe him. He was ethereal, otherworldly. His skin was perfection. There wasn't a mark on it besides what looked to be a birthmark near his left eye that made him no less attractive. In fact, it added an allure to him that intrigued you beyond words. His pouty lips complimented his round cheeks in a way that made him seem softer, more delicate.

You meet his brown eyes as they stare at you curiously before you notice his brow furrow in confusion. A weird look crosses his face and that's when you know he can feel the pull because you can feel it too. It was like every fiber of your being wanted you closer to him, wanted you to unite with him.

You shake your head when you hear an "excuse me" and realize the three of you are still blocking the entrance to the coffee shop. You move away and back onto the sidewalk and the couple follows you, much to your dismay. You take in the look on Mijung's face and mentally prepare yourself for what was to come. She knew this was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally meet.

"Y/N! I'm so glad we ran into you. I've been dying for you to meet Yeosang!" She says with a spark in her eyes that you can't interpret.

You glance over at him and he offers you a tight-lipped smile. "Hello."

Your eyes fall closed at this voice. It was deliciously deep and may be the most calming thing you've ever heard.

When you realize what you're doing, you snap your eyes open and offer him a small smile and nod. You were determined to not say anything. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene in the middle of freaking town.

Mijung notices your lack of voice and you can see her frustration build, but you had to remind yourself that you were doing this for her. For both of you. The more you were in Yeosang's presence, though, the less you cared about their relationship.

Why were you so willing to let your soulmate go? Why didn't you deserve a little happiness for once?

Before Mijung can call you out on your behavior, the door to the coffee shop flies open and a group of teens come out, snagging your attention for a moment. You notice the one who opened the door with his back continue to walk backward, but you think nothing of it until he slams right into you.

He spins around in surprise at the collision and spills his warm coffee right onto you. You hear Mijung and Yeosang gasp, while you hiss in shock, expecting his coffee to be hot, but relax when you realize it's more lukewarm than anything. Thank god, because getting burned was not on your list of things to do today.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" The teenage boy panics.

He grabs napkins from his friend’s hand and begins wiping at the sleeve of your shirt. You look down at what he's doing and see a growing brown stain covering your sleeve. You appreciate his effort, but it's way too late to save it.

"I'm so sorry for ruining your shirt! I'll buy you a new one, I promise!" The boy shouts, still in full panic mode.

You grab his hands in an effort to calm him down, and to stop him from pulling at your shirt some more. You look him directly in the eyes and give him a small smile.

"It's an old shirt, anyway... and I'm okay, really."

"Are you sure? I'm so sorry..."

"Yes. I'm fine. It's not a big deal," you softly tell him.

The teenage boy looks at you like he's not sure if he should believe you before slowly nodding his head.

"I'm really sorry... again..." He tells you as he backs away from you. Realizing that's what got him into trouble the first time, he whips around and hurries after his friends.

You watch him go for a minute and sigh as you feel the liquid on your shirt become cold. Great. Now you were gonna have to... Your mind trails off as you begin to remember what was going on before the coffee incident. Shit...

You slowly turn to look at the couple next to you. Taking a deep breath, your eyes meet Yeosang's shocked ones as he searches your face in wonder.

"You're my soulmate..."

"Yeah..." you softly say.

A noise comes from next to you that snags both of your attention. You look over at Mijung, who was completely frozen beside Yeosang. Heartbreak and pain are clearly etched on her features as she takes in what's happening.

Yeosang looks between the two of you, confusion and sadness crossing his face as he tries to figure out what to do. You remember what Mijung had said when she was telling you about Yeosang. How he apparently didn't care if he found his soulmate and that he wanted to be with her.

A part of you wondered if that would change now that he met you. The soulmate bond was intense and everything in you wanted, needed, to be near Yeosang. Would he really try to ignore the soulmate bond? Did he still want to?

"You're his... That's why you've been ignoring me..."

"Mijung... I'm so sorry..."

"Are you?" She roughly asks while her eyes flash with anger. "You thought we were stupid for ignoring the soulmate bond. You probably think this is what I deserve, don't you?"

Your head jerks back like you've been slapped. "What the hell are you talking about? It's not like I planned this.

"Whatever," she spits before turning and nearly running the opposite way.

Yeosang continues to stand there for a moment, not knowing what to do. His eyes flit between you and Mijung's retreating figure. You see the longing in his gaze, but don't know who it's for.

His eyes fall close, and he takes a deep breath. When he opens them again, he looks back at you.

"I'm sorry..."

Your heart stutters at those words, and you know exactly why he's saying them. He was going after Mijung. He was going to stay with her.

It feels like your heart cracks as Yeosang turns away from you. With each step he takes, it feels like it gets harder to breathe. A part of you likes to think that his slow movements are because he's feeling everything that you do, but you have no way to know for sure. You silently stand there alone as you watch the one person who's supposed to love you walk away.

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The next couple of weeks pass by in a blur. You fall into a boring, consistent routine of work and home. The only other time you bothered to leave the house was to see Yunho or get groceries.

Life felt like it lost its sparkle ever since your soulmate left you, and it was easy to find yourself staring off into space for long amounts of time. You, also, often found yourself feeling anxious and even a little bit twitchy. Your body knew something wasn't right, and it didn't know what to do about it.

The first week was the hardest. The rejection was still fresh and the knowledge that your soulmate and best friend were together when they knew the truth, was like a slice to the chest.

Avoiding them was easy because they avoided you just as much. It was like they were pretending what they found out didn't happen. They were continuing to live in their fantasy world.

When you got a phone call from Mijung the following week, you were surprised. You weren't ready to talk to her. You didn't want to hear her apologies or excuses, so you ignored it, and the dozens of calls after that. You couldn't really be mad at Mijung for fighting for what she wanted, but that didn't mean you were ready to face her and go back to being normal again.

Yunho respected your thoughts and feelings and didn't try to force you to forgive her, especially when he found out the real reason behind your actions, which you were thankful for. To say he was shocked that Yeosang was your soulmate was an understatement, and he was just as upset with Mijung’s actions as you were.

However, Yunho was always quicker to forgive people than you were. He went back to hanging out with Mijung and Yeosang fairly quickly, and when he asked if you had talked to your soulmate, you were confused. How would you have talked to him? Why would he want to talk to you?

That was the part that hurt the most. Yeosang knew who you were, and he didn't want to do anything about it. He wanted to live in the fantasy world he and Mijung had created, and as much as you wanted to pretend you were okay with it, you weren't.

What would even happen when he and Mijung broke up? Did he think he could come crawling back to you? Finally give his soulmate a chance? You didn't want to be a second choice for anyone, especially your soulmate. No fucking way.

Also, how could you be with someone who was in love with someone else? Your best friend at that? How could you be intimate with someone who had been intimate with your best friend? Who had chosen her? Could you compete with that? With what they had? Did you even want to?

Not to mention, how could the three of you ever be in the same room together? Whether Yeosang was with her or with you? The awkwardness, guilt, and pain the three of you would feel was something you wanted to physically crawl away and hide from.

You pull yourself away from the horrifying and self-deprecating thoughts that were trying to penetrate your mind and look down at your phone with a sigh. Before you could even finish the thought about Yunho being late, the tall man rushes into the coffee shop, his eyes searching for you. Once he spots you, he books it for your table with an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry I'm late."

You regard him like you're annoyed, but you really aren't. "I'll forgive you if you buy me a muffin."

"Consider it done," he says, smirking at your ploy to get free food.

You silently watch as he gets up to order himself a coffee and you an apology muffin.

Yunho had asked you to go get coffee with him today because he had something he wanted to talk about with you. You weren't stupid. You knew he wanted to talk to you about Mijung, and his sudden request for a coffee date instead of hanging out at one of your apartments like you usually did, clued you in on it. Especially, when you knew he had hung out with Mijung yesterday.

For the next 30 minutes, you're able to avoid the topics of Mijung, Yeosang, and soulmates all together, but you know Yunho isn't letting you leave this coffee shop until he talks about whatever he wants to talk about.

"They broke up."

You pause with your coffee halfway up to your mouth as you process his words. He takes your actions as an encouragement to continue.

"They tried to make it work for a couple days, but neither of them could move past what happened... That's why Mijung has been calling you."

You clear your throat and put your cup back on the table. What were you supposed to say? That sucks? You're sorry they didn't work out? Because you weren't. Actually... you didn't know what you were.

"I don't really... know what you want me to say?"

Yunho sighs, "Mijung feels really guilty. She knew that you wanted to be with your soulmate... and she knew she was in the way of that..."

"So, she broke up with him?"

Yunho shakes his head no. "It was mutual. She felt guilty and Yeosang... well, Yeosang felt the change. I guess when they say something clicks into place, they're right... Yeosang wants to be with you, or at least get to know you..."

He pauses to take in your reaction, but you offer him nothing. However, he does sigh when he sees your cautious gaze. "I'm not trying to tell you what you should do here, but... he's your soulmate, Y/N. I know you, and I know you're not going to avoid your soulmate for the rest of your life."

You pick your cup back up and bring it to your lips as you avoid Yunho's eyes. He was right. You wanted that soulmate bond, and now that Mijung was out of the way, you could have it, but it still didn't sit right with you.

Once the lukewarm liquid goes down your throat, you ask, "What do you think I should do?"

"Talk to them," Yunho says without hesitation.

You sigh, "I don't know if I'm quite ready to talk to Mijung... and I don't even know how to reach Yeosang."

Yunho tilts his head as an odd look crosses his face. "Yeosang says he's tried calling you quite a few times."

Your brows furrow in confusion before it clicks into place. You had been getting calls from a number you didn't recognize, but you kept ignoring them because you didn't answer calls from unknown numbers. It had been Yeosang calling you this whole time? Why wouldn’t he leave a voicemail or send a text when you continuously didn't answer?

You ponder over what to do the entire trip home. Should you call Yeosang? Wait until he calls you again? What are you going to do about Mijung? You had almost left your coffee date with Yunho with more questions than you originally had, and now you were more frustrated than ever.

You continue to process everything you had learned as you trek up to your apartment. They had tried to make it work... Tried to be together knowing who you were... Mijung knew how much you wanted to be with your soulmate, and Yeosang felt the same things you did when he figured out who you were, but Mijung...

Mijung was standing right in front of you.

You pause in the middle of the hallway and eye Mijung while she stands next to your apartment door. The thought of making a quick escape and avoiding her fleetingly crosses your mind, but the option is quickly taken from you when Mijung's eyes spot you.

"Hey..." She starts, taking a step toward you before stopping.

You take in her twiddling fingers and anxious gaze. She's nervous to talk to you. She's scared you're going to freak out on her or slam the door in her face.

You take a step toward her, and then another until you're outside of your apartment door. Mijung bites her lip as she watches you, but you ignore her and open your door. You don't take a step inside, though. Instead, you wave your hand into your apartment as an "after you" gesture.

Mijung takes the hint, but before she steps all the way into your apartment, she pauses and turns to you. When she throws her arms around you in an awkward hug, you freeze, not expecting it.

"I'm so sorry..."

You bring your hand up and awkwardly pat her back. "Let's get into the apartment before we talk. My neighbors are nosey, and I don't want them to know what's going on."

Mijung nods and pulls away from you. Once you're free from her limbs, you shut your apartment door and walk towards your couch, knowing Mijung will follow you.

When you're both sitting down, Mijung immediately turns to you and picks up from where she left off. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have tried to continue a relationship with him after finding out you are his soulmate. That was such a shitty thing to do. I know how excited you were to be with your soulmate... but I just loved him. I didn't want to give him up… I was being selfish."

You slowly take in her words. "Believe me... Nobody expected this to happen."

She gives you a sad smile and the two of you fall into silence. You're not surprised when she breaks it because you didn't have much to say at the moment.

"You should call him."

You snap your head to look over at her. "What?"

"Y/N, he's your soulmate. You should be with him," she tells you through misty eyes. "He's a good guy and he deserves to be happy, and you're the one person on this planet that will make him happy. That will complete him."

Surprise floods you at her words. "But what about you?"

She looks away and sighs. "I'll meet my soulmate one day... Who knows? It could even happen tomorrow. Life is odd like that."

You give Mijung a confused look and wonder who the heck this person next to you is. Mijung wasn't wistful like this. She wasn't one to dream about her soulmate.

She looks over and catches the expression on your face, which causes her to laugh. "I know. Who am I? ...Things were great with Yeosang, and if being with your soulmate is even better? Then I want that. For both of us."

"Yeosang wanted to be with you, though... He knew who I was, and he still left with you," you quietly admit part of your fears.

A guilty look crosses her face. "That was... my fault... He didn't want me to be upset, and I was so bound and determined to say, 'screw soulmates', I don't think he even knew what to do. That's why he followed me..."

She pauses like she's working up the nerve to admit to something, and when she finally does, a sick feeling grows in the pit of your stomach.

"Yeosang wasn't the one who wanted to ignore our soulmates... That was all me, and I kept trying to push him into wanting the same thing as I did, but I knew that was over the second he saw you... He stayed with me for those couple of days because I begged him to... but he was different. I think he tried to hide how he was really feeling from me, but it was obvious he didn't want to be there anymore. He was mentally checked out. Distracted, distant, and overall, just sad. When he sat me down to talk, I knew what it was about. He wanted to pursue something with you. He couldn't be with me anymore."

So many thoughts swirled through your head, you didn’t know which one to focus on.

This entire time, you were under the impression that Yeosang didn’t want to be with his soulmate. That he wanted to be with Mijung, and he didn’t care if he met his soulmate or not… but that was all Mijung? It was Mijung’s idea to ignore soulmates? Did he even say those things or was it all just Mijung’s wishful thinking?

Also, they were only together for a couple of days? She begged him to stay with her? A part of you was so mad at Mijung. That she purposely ruined this for you and convinced your soulmate to stay with her. How could she do this to you? To Yeosang?

Then again, another part of you was elated. Yeosang wants to be with you. He’s always wanted to be with his soulmate. He’s even tried contacting you multiple times. He hadn’t really rejected you…

“Yeosang wanted to be with his soulmate?” You ask for clarification. When she meekly nods, you continue. “It was you alone saying, ‘screw soulmates’?”

“Yes… and it was me who tried to continue the relationship afterward. Yeosang’s just too good of a guy to kick me to the curb.”

You hum in thought because what are you supposed to say? If you let your true thoughts and feelings out right now, you might end up smacking Mijung for pulling something so disgusting. For trying to keep soulmates from coming together when they’re two people she claims to “love”.

“Y/N… he’s your soulmate… He wants to be with you, not me, and he always has. Plus, there’s a reason the universe wants the two of you together… so you should call him and meet up.”

Your head was extra fuzzy now as Mijung suggests you call Yeosang again. She had just dumped a shit ton of information on you and it was a lot to process. You were gonna need a clear head before you talk to him about any of this.

While you are trying to work through your inner turmoil, you don’t notice Mijung reaching for your phone until it’s too late. You look up in confusion as she jumps up from your couch. Her head is down as she furiously types something on what you come to realize is your phone.

Before you can jump up and snatch it back, she drops it into your lap with a smile. “This is just the start of me trying to make up for what I did.”

You watch in complete confusion as she makes a beeline for your door before looking down at your phone to see what she did. When you see that the call screen is up and your phone is currently in the process of calling someone, you panic.

You recognize that number. You’ve had multiple missed calls from that number the past couple of weeks.

A deep voice answers the phone and suddenly you forget how to breathe.

“Hello?”

You open your mouth to say something, but absolutely nothing comes out. You can hear Yeosang’s soft breaths as he waits for you to say something, but you can’t make yourself do it.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes fall closed as he softly says your name. You had never heard it sound more beautiful than in that moment. It was almost like a caress. You force your eyes open and take a deep breath. You had to say something before he hung up.

“Hey, Yeosang…”

It’s quiet for a moment before you hear, “It’s really good to hear your voice…”

“Yours too…” You let out a soft laugh. “This is awkward, isn’t it?”

“Only if we let it be.”

The slight determination in his voice eases your anxiety. He was right. It was only going to be awkward if you made it that way. You take another breath.

“Would you like to meet up somewhere?”

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation, almost before you can finish asking.

You hold back the laugh that wants to come out and suggest meeting at a park close to the coffee shop that you met at. Once Yeosang agrees, you hang up and feel the butterflies in your stomach start to crawl up your throat.

You are really going to do it. You’re going to meet up with your soulmate, and this time you don’t have to worry about anyone else, but the two of you.

You look down at the clothes you wore on your coffee date with Yunho and immediately get up to change. You quickly throw on a pair of your softest blue jeans and an off-the-shoulder long sleeve shirt. It was a comfy, casual look, and you didn’t look like a slob so that was good. Plus, the only other time he’s seen you, you had coffee all over your shirt, so this was a vast improvement.

You run your fingers through your hair to make it seem a little more put together and throw on some Chapstick before running for the door. The two of you decided to meet up right away, so you only had a few minutes to make yourself presentable, and this would have to do.

As you walk up to the park, your anxiety doubles and you let your thoughts consume you. Was this gonna be awkward? What were you going to say? What was he going to say?

When you step onto the path that leads into the park, it’s almost like your body knows exactly where to go before your mind does. You find yourself making a beeline for the bench that sat next to a beautiful stone fountain, and when you get there, you’re not surprised to see Yeosang already there waiting. A part of you knew he would be.

When you step up next to the bench, Yeosang turns to look at the sound and shoots up from his seat when he sees you, his eyes lighting up in excitement. A shy smile graces his face and you know a matching one is present on yours.

“You made it.” He happily says as he gestures for you to sit on the bench.

“I invited you here… Of course, I was gonna make it.” You softly laugh as you take a seat.

“Right…” he bites his lip for a moment as he settles back into his spot, “but it’s just nice to see you again.”

His eyes scan you from head-to-toe like he’s taking you in for the first time, and maybe he is. Considering how hectic it was the first time you met.

You meet his gaze and, as stupid as it sounds, the world stops. For one moment, you don’t hear the rustle of the trees, you don’t see the splashing of the fountain, you don’t feel the cold stone you sit on, all there is, is Yeosang and you. Suddenly, it’s like everything clicks into place, and that rightness you felt before settles deep into your chest. This is where you’re supposed to be. This is your person for the rest of your existence.

“Do you feel that?” He quietly asks in awe.

You almost couldn’t speak. It was like words evaded your mind and ceased to exist, but you somehow grasp onto some and are able to form a coherent sentence.

“The connection…” you trail off, nodding. “I never thought it’d be like this…”

It consumed you, and you would be content never existing outside of this moment again… but all too quickly it was over. The trees rustled once more, the water continued to splash in the fountain, and the stone beneath you became solid again, but there was something new in the air. Something that wasn’t there before but would be there for the rest of your life.

Yeosang clears his throat and reaches for your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hands are soft, and his touch is light, but he’s suddenly become your anchor, keeping you grounded and safe.

“I can’t believe I was stupid enough to ignore the soulmate bond for even a second…” He says, his eyes searching yours. “I’m so sorry…”

You immediately shake your head. “You don’t have to apologize. I ignored it too… even longer than you did…”

You feel so stupid for letting him slip through your fingers for all that time. For letting this moment continuously get pushed further away from you. You should’ve never run out of the kitchen that day… You should’ve let the cards deal how they were supposed to, instead of trying to fight fate.

“I do have to apologize for walking away from you. Mijung could’ve waited. You’re more important.”

“Well… We can only go forward from here… so let’s forget about the past.” Yeosang hums in agreement. “Although, I will say this wasn’t how I thought I’d find my soulmate.”

He lets out a deep laugh. “Yeah, I couldn’t have predicted this at all.”

You fall into a serene silence, processing everything happening in the moment until Yeosang breaks it.

“I was so excited to meet you… Mijung had already talked you up a lot, and then when my friends told me about you, I almost couldn’t wait any longer.”

You pause, remembering when you met his two friends at Mijung’s… and how odd you acted before you ran out… What kind of impression did you leave on them?

“What did your friends say about me?”

An awkward expression graces his beautiful face. “Well… Wooyoung thought you were kind of weird… but San said you were super nice and that he thought you’d be cool. Once we figured out why you apparently ran out of the kitchen like it was on fire, San made Wooyoung take back his weird comment, which, of course, ended up with the two of them bickering.”

You stifle a laugh and try to figure out what about the scenario made Yeosang excited to meet you. You didn’t sound like anything especially great, and nice was something you said when you didn’t know how to describe somebody. You don’t let it bother you, though. You did act weird, so there was no other impression they could’ve had, but you weren’t worried. You’d change their minds in the future.

“How come you didn’t leave me any voicemails or texts? I would’ve responded a lot sooner if I knew it was you…”

“And say what?” He asks with a wry smile. “I’m sorry for leaving you standing there on the sidewalk in a coffee-stained shirt, can you call me back?”

You shake your head at him and try to fight the smile that wanted to permanently be on your face. “I would’ve answered to that…”

Yeosang bites his lip before smiling and nodding. “I’ll remember that for the future.”

His words fill the air with an almost crackling intensity. The future… What would the future hold for the two of you? Yeosang must’ve felt it too, because he turns his whole body to face you, bringing his leg up on the bench so he’s not awkwardly twisted, but still managing to maintain his grip on your hand.

“I know…” he starts before looking down at your entwined hands and playing with your fingers. “I know it’s gonna be awkward with Mijung… but I want to be with my soulmate… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and not waste any more time.”

He stops playing with your fingers and looks up to intently search your gaze. He was right. Things were going to be awkward with Mijung, but you didn’t care. He was your soulmate and you wanted to be with him as badly as he wanted to be with you. The rest of it you could figure out together…

Because you’ve found your soulmate. The one being on this planet meant for you. The one who will always understand you and be by your side until your last day… and maybe even beyond that…

Because he was yours and you were his…

“I’d love that.”

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