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griffintail · 3 years

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Bedroom Confessions

Summary: After waking up from a night of drinking (Y/N) and her helper confess a few things. (Part 2 to Drunken Care and Cuddles)

Requested: Yes by @exorcisms-with-elmo

Pairings: Wilbur, Technoblade, Awesamdude x F! Reader (Separately, In-Game)

Warnings: Hangover?, mentions of drinking, Swearing

A/N: Phil was not included because I already made them dating so I just did these three. Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy! ♥

Wilbur

It took a while but Wilbur was able to go to sleep. Everything just felt so right and it was a comfortable warmth but eventually, he managed an hour or two of sleep.

The peaceful slumber was cut short though as Wilbur jumped at the sound of his son’s shout that woke up him.

“Sorry! I was just looking for you! Come back later!” Fundy quickly said before closing the door.

Wilbur rubbed his eyes as he tried to wake his groggy mind. Why would Fundy be looking for him…? Right, there had been a party last night and Wilbur was known to get drunk but he hadn’t last night. He had been glad to because…

His eyes snapped down to see the woman groaning as she woke up after Fundy’s shouting.

“Why the hell were you…?” She started to call as she kept her eyes shut tight to fight off the hangover but stopped, feeling something off.

This didn’t feel like her bed…

She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked up to meet the face of a bright red Wilbur, her own face heating up rapidly as she jumped back. Her head pounded at the fast movements but she couldn’t help it right now. Why the hell was she in a bed with her new president?! The same guy she had a crush on since she first met him!

“I’m sorry.” He told her quickly. “You hadn’t gotten drunk last night and since you didn’t have a home right now, I brought you here. And I tried to sleep in the front but you didn’t want to be left alone.”

“Oh god, what did drunk me say?” (Y/N) thought as she tried to form words.

Wilbur stood up on the side of the bed, nervously running a hand through his hair.

“I’m so sorry sir.” (Y/N) finally said, wincing at her headache. “I hope I wasn’t too much of a bother to you.”

“It’s alright, I was more worried about making you uncomfortable in the morning.” He told her before clearing his throat. “I’ll be in the front of the van if you need anything. There should be a few potions in the chest to help the headache too.”

With that, Wilbur let himself out of the room, no one else in the van now. Because no one was there, he put both his hands on either side of his head.

“Alright, don’t freak out again.” He muttered to himself. “Just act normal. Not like you slept in the same bed as her and don’t even know if she likes you…Damn it, stop!”

Meanwhile, (Y/N) tried to calm down the redness spread across her face as she stood up. She spotted her coat and hat on a chest and she put them on before digging through the chest. There was a spare health potion and she took a small drink of it to lessen the pain in her head, the potion unable to fix it completely as that wasn’t its purpose.

As she stood there adjusting her hat, she desperately tried to remember what she might have said last night. She remembered starting to drink with the others as they all cheered and celebrated. Wilbur told everyone he just wanted to enjoy their new freedom. Everything else was fuzzy.

Wilbur had taken her to a place to sleep like the true gentleman he was and even procced to put up her drunk self. It made (Y/N) smile softly, reminding her why she liked Wilbur before she frowned about what she might have said that she can’t remember.

“God, I better not have something stupid.” She muttered before taking a deep breath and walking away.

Wilbur had distracted himself, cleaning up the mess that had been created of the chaos from the final battle. When the door opened, he saw (Y/N) and gave her a smile.

“You ok love?”

“Yes, Mr. President.” She smiled back, putting her hands behind her back.

If he was acting like normal, maybe she didn’t say something embarrassing.

“Please, I’d like it if you still called me Wilbur.” He told her, a light blush back on his face.

“Oh, alright Wilbur.” She nodded slightly.

He put the things he had in his hands away properly, (Y/N) shifting on feet before helping to tidy a few things as well. After he put the things away, he adjusted his jacket nervously. Now was a better time than any, before they both had to work and Wilbur had to deal with the men outside.

“I…I wanted to talk about you some things you said last night,” Wilbur said.

(Y/N) froze and gave him an embarrassed smile. “Oh god, what did I say?”

Wilbur once more ran a hand through his hair as his nerves shot up. “When—When you asked me to stay…you told me you loved me.”

(Y/N) went bright red as she stood up straight, hiding behind her hands. “You’re joking right?”

Wilbur melted, she looked so adorable like that and his mind lost all thought for a moment. “I—No, love. You said that.”

“I’m so sorry Wilbur. I shouldn’t have ever drunk last night.” (Y/N) started to ramble as Wilbur came over to her.

He took her hands and moved them from her face.

“Calm down darling.” He muttered. “I told you that to simply ask you, did you mean it?”

Wilbur stood nervously as (Y/N) ducked her head, before nodding.

“I do like you, ever since we first met.”

His heart swelled and he smiled widely before tilting her head up to kiss her forehead, causing the woman to freeze. His nervousness flooded away knowing that it was true.

“Well then let me tell you that I fell in love with you since you told Dream to fuck off right to his face.”

“Really?” She breathed.

“Would I ever lie to you love?” He chuckled and she shook her head slowly. “Good, now that we have that sorted, would you give me the honor of being L’Manberg’s first lady?”

“…I’d be honored President Wilbur Soot.” She smiled.

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Technoblade

“…what the hell are you doing in my bed?” Technoblade heard, groaning at being woken up.

He opened an eye to see (Y/N) squinted at him to avoid the light and having just woken up herself.

“You were being stupid last night.” He said simply before closing his eye again.

Neither was embarrassed by the situation of being in such a position. They’d both deny it to their grave, but there had been times when they were scared or needed comfort and both were their own comfort friend as they had been best friends for years now. They had fallen asleep like this before, though not in a while as both had started to develop feelings for the other, neither noticing as they were as dense as bricks.

“What does that mean you damn nerd?” She huffed.

“That’s my line.” He pushing her away from him but she avoided his hand and sat back on her own, rubbing her eyes.

“What happened last night?” She asked.

“You got drunk.”

“Yeah, I can kind of tell by my headache. But that could be because of you.”

He opened his eyes slightly to give her a glare, which made her smirk.

“But seriously, what happened?”

“All of you had a party, I stayed out of that.” He told her. “I didn’t know you got drunk so easily but you did. You became sickly nice and Tommy tried to scam you while you were.”

“That little prick.” She glared at the door.

“We’ll deal with him later.” Techno waved his hand. “After, you wouldn’t leave me the hell alone and had me stay with you.”

(Y/N) blushed lightly at that but turned away, not looking at Techno as he closed his eyes again. He didn’t want to bring up what she said yet, his thoughts still fried about it. She was drunk, she couldn’t have meant it. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make fun of her for it without directly telling her.

“Well, nothing too embarrassing.” She muttered.

“I mean, you were pretty stupidly embarrassing.” He snorted quietly.

“What does that mean?” She threw up her arms.

“You told me to not tell Technoblade a secret.” He told her, not giving her the whole truth.

“Oh my god.” She put her face in her hands. “What secret?”

“I mean, if I talk about it, technically I’m telling Technoblade.” He shrugged.

“What leap in logic is that?!” She exclaimed, wincing at the pain she caused her head.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” He cracked an eye open again, watching her. “And technically, I’ll hear if I say the secret out loud.”

“Well, I already said it to you, you jackass.” She rubbed her temple. “So, tell me.”

He looked to think about it before shaking his head as he finally got up. “Nah.”

“I fucking hate you.” She groaned, laying down on her bed.

Techno paused at the door, thinking for a moment before deciding to just say it.

“No, you love me. Oops, guess I heard.” He smirked at her trying to play it casually, making her sit up quickly, face bright red.

“I did not say that.” She tried to call the bluff.

“Sorry nerd, you did. You were drunk though so…”

She played with her shirt and he stayed where he was.

“…did you hate that I said it?”

Techno stood there watching her. It was obvious that she did mean it. That her word had been true and matched his emotions. He debated his next words as the voices were telling them how soft it would make him, how she was already in the way because she was his friend and too nice to be with the blood god, how he should keep his mouth shut.

“No, I didn’t. I love you too nerd.” He told her; his face deadly serious as (Y/N) looked up in surprise.

“You mean it?”

“Do I lie?”

“You try, but you’re terrible at it.” She admitted.

“Heh?!”

She giggled, and his expression softened at the sound.

“So, how about we leave Wilbur to mope with his hangover with Tommy and we go back to sleep?” Techno offered.

“That sounds fantastic.” She agreed and Techno came back to the bed.

He laid down and she nuzzled into his side. Running his hand through her hair much like he did last night. They were both content as Techno rolled his eyes at the voices changing their tune and calling him a simp.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Awesamdude

Sam was a pretty light sleeper, so he wasn’t surprised that he woke up to (Y/N)’s movements as she got up first.

“Hey.” He greeted her before she freaked out.

Didn’t work, she jumped and would have fallen off the bed if not for Sam’s faster reflexes. He caught her arm and pulled her to sit on the bed.

“How…What are you doing in here?” She questioned in surprise, wincing as she held her head.

“Hang on, I’ll get you a potion and I’ll explain it to you,” Sam told her before getting up.

He went to his bag, taking out a spare health potion. Handing it over to the woman, she took a small drink of it to help relieve some of the pain. It wouldn’t take it all away but it would be enough to at least function in the morning light.

“Usually, you just drop me off if I have too much to drink, what happened?” She inquired.

“Well, what do you remember?” He asked her in turn as he sat back on the bed.

“I don’t know, it’s kinda fuzzy.” She muttered as she handed the potion back and he put it down on the floor. “I remember sharing a few with Ant then I think we started a few games?”

“Yeah, that’s how the party started. Ant convinced you to yell swears across the room to annoy Bad once you were both pretty drunk but I stopped you after that. After that, you were actually pretty clingy.” He teased.

“Bull.” (Y/N) tried to call his bluff. “You always whine about how I won’t listen to you when I’ve had too many.”

“Yeah, that’s the usual case, that wasn’t last night.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, how do you explain me being here instead of my own house?”

“Well—I—I was just crazy drunk and you wanted to keep an eye on me.” (Y/N) blushed slightly in embarrassment.

She couldn’t believe in her drunk state that she clung to the best friend she had started to develop a crush on.

“It wasn’t bad though,” Sam assured her with a grin. “You called me super smart and a great fighter after all.”

(Y/N) groaned as she put her face in her hands. “Bet that boosted your ego.”

He shrugged. “You also said how it would be nice to stay with me forever.”

“What were we doing?!” (Y/N) threw up her arms.

“We were just taking you home.” He laughed.

“God, I’m never getting drunk again.” She muttered.

“There was one more thing,” Sam told her and she fell back on her bed.

“What did I say?” She huffed.

“Well, I’d like if I could look at you when I told you.” He said, all his teasing gone.

He felt a spike of nervousness as she sighed while sitting back up. Hopefully, she’d repeat what she said last night.

“What?” She asked, meeting his eyes.

“You…You said you loved me.”

She went bright red as he could feel himself getting warmer.

“I’m so not drinking ever again.” She ducked her head.

“…did you mean it?”

She fiddled with her hands before nodding. “I do love you. You’re just…so fantastic.”

He smiled widely as he went over, crouching down, (Y/N) glancing at him.

“Well good, because I love you too.”

She hugged him and he laughed hugging her back.

“You should probably rest up and I need to go take care of Fran,” Sam told her, smiling into the top of her head as he was so tall. “But I’ll come back later and we’ll go on a date?”

She nodded, grinning into his chest.

He was so happy she truly meant it.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot x reader #awesamdude x reader #technoblade x reader

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desiredmalfoy · 3 years

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Your Sweater

Character: Pansy Parkinson

Theme: Angst; one-sided pinning

T/W: Self-hate, body image issues please be careful when reading if this triggers you. Please let me know if there is another trigger I forgot to mention.

Note: Takes place during sixth year. No Voldemort in this universe. Just for the purpose of this story, Remus is the permeant DADA professor (no curse).

This deals with a lot of heavy stuff that has to deal with self-hate. This idea came to me randomly one morning and I just wrote and came out with this.

Song Inspiration: Heather by Conan Gray

It would be no surprise to anyone that Pansy Parkinson had a crush on Draco Malloy. Unfortunately for her, her younger self had made it painfully obvious to everyone that Draco was her crush. But as they grew older, she toned down her public affection for the boy. Opting that it was better for her public image to not be seen as the girl obsessed with Draco Malloy. Going as far as to joke with her friends that she’s glad her silly crush on Draco was over. If only they knew that her crush for him only grown and that it took all her strength to keep it hidden.

Pansy Parkinson no longer wanted to be seen as pathetic. Pathetic for chasing a boy who was never going to love you.

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater.

It was freezing and Pansy had stupidly forgotten her sweater in her dorm room. She forgot to grab it as she rushed out the door. She was in a rush to get to the Care of Magical Creatures class that was held outside by Hagrid. Normally she wouldn’t care about being late to such a pathetic class but she had received an owl from her parents. They had told her that they had been informed by her constant tardiness to this particular class. Her mother made it clear that no Parkinson should ever be displaying such behavior. And now she’s stuck outside running the risk of freezing to death.

She shivered as she attempted to keep herself warm with just her robe. It wasn’t bloody helping at all.

She hadn’t noticed that Draco was watching her as she slightly bounced in place to attempt to keep warm.

“Here”, Draco mumbled to her as he handed her his sweater. “Your shivering is distracting.”

“Thanks, Malfoy”, Pansy said with a slight eye roll. She took the warm sweater from his hands and tried to put it on as quickly as possible. “I’m surprised you want to hear anything Hagrid has to say.”

“I don’t”, Draco stated with an eye roll.

It didn’t matter why he had given her his sweater. All that mattered to Pansy is that now his entire scent engulfed her. She longed for the moment he felt the same way she did.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty

Pug face

She hated that nickname with a burning passion. No one dared to say it directly to her face. They were scared of what the young girl would do to them if they did. But Pansy heard as students uttered that idiotic name when she passed by. The first time she ever heard someone call her that was Potter and his little followers. These words stung her a bit but she quickly morphed her face back into a stoic expression. She acted as though she hadn’t just heard a bunch of Gryffindor's insult her about looks. Ever since that first encounter with it, it became more prominent in her head that quite a few people called her that.

That horrid name is what had her in such a bad mood currently. It wasn’t helping that Draco was now walking towards their regular spot with you.

You. The girl that magnified Pansy’s insecurities to a maximum. The girl who made Pansy realize every imperfection she had. The girl who had basically stolen her best friend.

The girl that was now wearing his sweater instead of Pansy.

The girl who had soft green eyes with specks of brown, contrasted Pansy’s boring brown eyes. She hated that everyone thought everything about you was better compared to her. Because if it wasn’t the truth, Draco would be by her side and not yours.

You were the girl that had long beautiful brown hair that reached your waist. Hair that shined under the light and looked so soft to the touch. Your hair flowed with each of your delicate movements. While Pansy had the same brown hair but hers was short and plain. It was nothing special. It was cruel how the universe had gifted you both with brown hair yet it had cursed Pansy with plainness. While it gifted you the beauty that anyone would envy.

And that envy was eating her up inside.

Kinda wish she were dead

Pansy wished you had stayed in the shadows of (y/house). She had wished you had stayed a nobody to everyone. Just like you had previously before you waltzed into Draco’s life in sixth year and unfortunately Pansy’s life as well. But fate had cruelly paired Draco with you for DADA. Well... Professor Lupin had paired you with him. She loathes Lupin for deciding to ever pair you up with Draco. While she got stuck working with the git Goyle.

She felt the anger boil within her as she saw Draco attempting to walk you through the wand movements of a simple defense spell. You were probably just pretending not to know so you could get close to him.

Angered burned in her chest when she attempted to make fun of your pathetic excuse of magic use during DADA. Draco actually had the audacity to sneer at her for making fun of the pathetic girl.

“Leave her alone Parkinson. She’s never done anything to you.”

Funny how the boy who never had a problem with making fun of anyone suddenly saw wrong in her actions.

Those words burned in her brain as she saw your friendship with Draco begin to bloom. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

That friendship eventually blossomed into a relationship.

She wished you would just disappear. Disappear from her life and most importantly Draco’s.

Holding your hand. Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder.

“Why are we waiting again”, Pansy asked annoyed that they hadn’t left yet for their trip to Hogsmeade.

“We’re not even late”, Draco scoffed at her. “You can all leave and I’ll wait here.”

“Wait for what”, Pansy asked him again. Annoyed at the fact that she had once again been left out of something.

“Are you really that dense Parkinson”, Blaise rolled his eyes at her. “He’s waiting for the (y/n).”

“Yeah it’s not like he hasn’t been fawning over her for the past weeks”, Goyle laughed.

“Well, my life doesn’t revolve around Malfoy’s love life. So how would I know?” Of course he’d be waiting for her.

“Hi sorry I’m late”, (y/n) said as she ran running down the hall toward the group of Slytherins. “ I couldn’t find my favorite sweater.”

“Hi everyone”, she said sickingly sweetly as she waved to the group. They boys returned her greeting with a small wave. Pansy simply rolled her eyes.

“I would’ve let you borrow mine”, Draco said as he grabbed her hand. This caused a frown to form on Pansy’s lips. Could you be any more annoying?

“Let’s go already. I’m getting cold just standing around.”

“You’re so impatient Parkinson,” Blaise said with an eye roll. “Next time bring a better coat.”

Draco was no longer paying attention to her. His full attention was on you.

But you like her better, wish I were HER.

Pansy sat down at the table waiting for her date to return with their drinks. She had stupidly hoped Draco would gain some sense and ask her to the End of the Year Ball. But she was extremely naïve to even expect that much. She knew he was still dating (y/n) but deep down she wished he would’ve asked her.

She didn’t understand why Draco failed to pay attention to her. She was everything his parents wanted for him. A pure-blood that came from a good family with money. She was his perfect match.

But even she knew that Draco’s parents adored (y/n). Her mother had written her letting her know that Narcissa did nothing more then brag and fawn over your relationship with Draco. Her mother had rudely written “Maybe if you tried to be better Draco would actually notice you. Maybe if you were prettier.”

She watched from the edge of the great hall to the center of the dance floor where you had your arms placed around Draco’s neck. He stared deeply into your eyes, intoxicated by you.

She just wished that was her. She wished she was his whole world.

Important: I know I described brown eyes in a negative light (because it’s supposed to be self-hating). Just know that brown eyes are beautiful! I have brown eyes too. Please love your brown eyes and don’t look down on them. I know that generally, people tend to look down on their brown eyes so that’s why I wanted to write this little note at the end.

Note: Pansy is one of my favorite character and I absolutely adore her.

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yourwildsimp · 3 years

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Typically

This makes many references to No Regrets (an insight on Levi before he enrolled in the Scouts.) I also tried a new writing style, so please, give me feedback!

includes: Erwin, Levi

warnings: alcoholic themes, depression, PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder), mentions of suicidal thoughts/actions

length: 2,028 words

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Erwin Smith was typically content in his mattress by 10:30, praying to whatever gods that may (or may not) be out there that his slumber would be blissful and refreshing. He typically knew of his subordinates' locations and their relative mental states this late into any given night. He typically had most of his paperwork signed and stacked into a neat, organized pile.

Though tonight, as trepidation rolled over him in slow, progressing waves, Erwin Smith was neither content nor situated in a well-put-together office. He did not know where the Captain was or when the elusive man would return. He did not know beforehand that multiple contracts would need the Captain's signature. Hell, Erwin did not know if Levi could even write in cursive. At the moment, he did not know a lot of things.

Erwin wasn't exactly enthusiastic about experiencing these feelings of troubling uncertainty.

The dense thud of staggering boots on the half-rotted wooden flooring impeded Erwin's vexing thoughts. Moving from his spot by the window that overlooked the training grounds, he hastily stalked towards his office door. Yet as his fingertips were mere inches from the handle, the door slammed open, catching the Commander off guard.

Erwin back-stepped as no one other than Levi himself lost his footing from kicking the door open. The door frame was the only thing that aided Levi's attempt at steadying his balance; Erwin was far too focused on darting his bewildered eyes over Levi's condition.

Was the blunt and foul-mouthed Levi Ackerman. . . Drunk?

No, that couldn't be right. The man despised everything about alcohol: the lasting effects, the heavy smell, the noxious health problems. Every time the Corps tried to get Levi to drink, he had remarked about booze being nothing more than poison marketed as a miracle tonic. But, what else could explain the unfocused eyes that were typically sharp and observant or the swaying small frame that was typically nimble and composed?

"Have you been drinking, Levi? You look terrible."

The vicious scowl Erwin received told him that the way he worded his concern was extremely misinterpreted.

"Oh, fuck you, jackass. Not everyone can look like a shining star, Smith." Levi's words were unnaturally slurred, further proving what Erwin refused to accept. "Get outta my way and let me in."

Erwin cautiously stepped to the side- as he'd rather keep this peculiar sight to himself and spare the Captain's dignity. Levi's shoulder shoved against Erwin's bicep as he stumbled into the Commander's office. A snarl remarking Erwin's height was woven into the tense atmosphere of the room.

"Where have you been?" Erwin asked as he gently shut the door, keeping an apprehensive gaze on Levi.

He simply received a distracted scoff. Erwin took a deep breath before he huffed out of his nose. He watched as Levi fumbled through various unlocked drawers in search of who-knows-what.

"Levi-"

"Where's your Devil's water, Smith?" Erwin narrowed his eyes in confusion before Levi, belligerently, elaborated. "Your liquor, dip-shit. Where have you stashed it?"

Erwin pressed his lips into a thin line before he offered a calculated answer, "I don't hide alcohol in my office." A spiteful string of obscenities left Levi's swollen lips, the drunk balling his fist tight by his sides. "Liar! You're a filthy deceiver, you know that? You're worth less than the shit in the stables! A sleaze bag from the Underground would be more helpful than you!"

Erwin paused, studying Levi like Hange would study a Titan. "Are you okay, Levi?" He knew the question was redundant the moment the words left his lips.

“Fuck!” Levi yelled, tugging on his already loose cravat. “Am I okay? What kind of bullshit question is that? Hell, my uncle used to tell me that life’s like a toilet paper roll; you’re either on a roll or taking shit from some asshole- and you know what? You’re that asshole, Smith!”

"Be careful of the open window, Levi," Erwin warned, as polished and unwavering as ever. His indifference to the slew of insults and profanities made Levi's blood boil.

Erwin only moved closer when the Captain disregarded his warning and continued to near the dangerously open casement. Erwin tuned out the vulgarities that were continuously hurled at him with an intense enmity, the gears clicking together in his head.

There was a chance Levi's destination was through the window- a chance Erwin was not willing to take.

"What are you doing? You're going to fall out," Erwin said more forcefully.

The change in the Commander's tone didn't seem to phase Levi, who was resting his forearms on the window sill. As Levi's weight shifted to his unstable upper body, Erwin could feel his heartbeat pounding in his throat, temples, fingertips- everywhere except his chest.

Levi went quiet, his drunken tantrum utterly forgotten as childlike wonder filled his eyes. In the moment of calm after the storm, Erwin couldn't fail to notice that Levi looked so much younger when he wasn't so pent up. The Captain was significantly more demonstrative when he was intoxicated; and may it be good or bad, Erwin was content with Levi seeming mortal.

"He used to hate heights, and she smoked him for it," Levi broke the moment of silence with hardly a whisper. "It was all a game to her."

Erwin's features, which were glazed over with faux insouciant, didn't match the curious gaze he studied Levi with. He stood inert, fearful of scaring Levi into a diligent silence or another aggressive episode. Erwin didn't ask for extensive details, nor did he implore Levi to move away from the window again. He simply waited, having an idea of what was plaguing his inebriated soldier's mind.

"You know, when you found me, we were heading to get a job done," Levi spoke so softly that Erwin felt the need to hold his breath to hear him properly.

The Commander took Levi's brief pause as an opening to speak, despite having nothing to say. "Is that so?"

Levi exhaled something grim; something that nearly sounded like an empty chuckle. "Yeah, Smith, it is."

Levi ignored how Erwin wearily moved closer as he adjusted himself further out of the window. The Captain relished in a twisted feeling of pride knowing that he could make his superior jump to aid him, that he could make the man twitch with such a deep sense of uneasiness- so much so that it shone in his perceptive blue eyes.

"Levi, get away from-"

"He was so nervous for the mission, despite it being so. . . " Levi swayed his hand through the night air, searching for the right word after cutting Erwin, and his concerns, off. "So pointless," is what he settled for.

"It was just a run-through," he huffed out a sigh, "check the brothel for any kids, start trouble if there were. Then, haul ass to the surface to get the brats to somewhere safer. Simple, right?"

Erwin swallowed, his gaze settling on Levi's reflection in the mirror.

"But, something always has to fuck me over," Levi spat with a clenched jaw, capturing the window sill in an iron grip. "Isn't that right?! You simply adore dancing all of your puppets around until they can't take it anymore- but you don't stop, do you?!" Levi screamed at the full moon in the sky.

Erwin sharply exhaled through his nose, Levi swaying side to side like empty ODM gear in the breeze. Levi swore and stretched his fingers out to relieve the tension in them.

"I bumped into a guy whose ego was as big as his body. The bastard was huge and wouldn't let it go." Levi hung his head, the stars bringing back memories he'd rather forget. "I think you were there when we had settled the issue and took off."

Erwin remembers like it happened yesterday. He could never forget the first time he saw Levi fly on the Wings of Revolution; it was enchanting.

Levi outstretched his arm, one foot leaving the floor as he reached to the giant moon glowing against the night sky.

"Levi, you need to stop being heedless, or you'll fall and end up dead!" Erwin finally snapped, his hand darting to grab Levi's. He missed his target, the shorter one moving unexpectedly and making Erwin snatch his pale forearm.

The wind from the chill night ruffled the forgotten paperwork on Erwin's desk, Levi's eerily hollow chuckle overlaying the white noise. Empty steel-gray finally looked into Erwin's ocean blues, heavy-lidded and worn thin.

"Don't you know I'm stupid? The hell does 'heedless' mean, blondie?" Levi wore a painful grin.

Erwin furrowed his brow in worry, loosening his grip but not letting go. "Careless," he said gently, thumbing fondly at Levi's flushed skin. "It means. . . Careless."

Levi's bottom lip trembled, and Erwin swore he saw his small body twitch with a hiccup. "Maybe that's what I want, Commander- to end up dead," Levi breathed, sending a cold surge through Erwin.

"Hey, don't say that," Erwin said quickly in a hushed tone. His free hand gently cupped Levi's shoulder.

"Why not?" Levi's voice was so small. It scared Erwin. "Every time I shut my eyes at night, all I see is their faces, hear them call my name." Erwin could feel Levi trembling.

"I know, Levi. By the walls, I know how it feels to begin to go numb. How it is to lose everything close to you, and still need to press onwards," Erwin murmured.

"Oh, sure. You see the face of every comrade that you've sent to death in your dreams. I'm sure you remember each and every soldier." The sarcastic bite in Levi's tone made Erwin unhand the man's arm.

"Excuse me. . ?" Erwin breathed, stupidly hoping he had misheard Levi.

"You don't know how it feels to be looked at like a human shit stain for simply trying to survive! You're just Mr. Fucking Perfect, right?" Levi's fruitless attempt to push Erwin away by his chest only agitated the blonde.

"Another pompous asshole that wouldn't hesitate to judge me from getting on all fours back then just to be able to eat twice a week!" Levi's (false) accusations were making Erwin increasingly angry.

"You're no different than everyone in the Capital-"

"You'd better watch your mouth, Ackerman."

Levi sucked in a short breath so quickly, it made his throat dry up; though, that might've been caused by the snarl of his surname. He didn't get another chance to speak as Erwin loomed over his frame.

"Who gave you an escape route when you had nowhere else to turn? Was it the Capital? Who was it that believed in you when everyone else wanted you to hang? The Capital, perhaps? Apologies, my memory is hazy."

Levi had seen Erwin agitated, seen him berate cadets and superiors alike with no backlash. But the man was always so poised and assured. Sure, the unsettlingly strong fire behind his crystal eyes was never smothered, but it was not once openly expressed.

Until now.

It had Levi- the nephew of Kenny the Ripper, the Captain of the 104th Cadet Corp, Humanity's Strongest Soldier- intimidated enough to shrink in on himself.

"I don't mean to scare you, Levi. I truly don't. But when you have the audacity to lump me into the crowd of discriminatory pedophiles and rapists? After everything I have done for you?" Erwin scoffed, ending his rant.

"I-I... I'm-"

"I don't want you to apologize. It's difficult to believe that you would. It's just not like you," Erwin swallowed thickly as Levi sniffled.

"Levi, I-" Erwin cut himself off, clenching his jaw.

Want you. Need you.

I think I'm in love with you. What a dream it would be to say. But he shouldn't. And he won't.

"You should sober up here while I get work done. How does that sound?" Erwin felt the urge to vomit after those words burned off his tongue.

"Thank you," Levi hardly whispered. "Thank you, Erwin."

Closing his eyes tightly, Erwin nodded, leading Levi to the couch the was sitting against the sidewall.

"Of course, Levi. I would do anything for you."

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stevenbasic · 4 years

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Sitting alone in the small chair in front of her desk, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was already being submissive, that he was acting contrite, before the meeting even began. He’d been cowed by what happened last night, and could swear the girls were looking at him funny when he skulked into his office this morning. Did they all know already?? What happened with Randi? It all made him nervous, and he knew it did nothing but undermine his authority and make him look weak.

And then there were the stream of aggressively confident posts Melissa had put on Instagram last night, and those he’d woken up to. “I’m proud of being a woman”? #simpforme, #motheryourman, #getready? “there’s gonna be a lot more of it”?? #stronger #bigger #successful. And - the baby-bird thing??? Jesus. It was like he was watching her spread her wings and he felt, this morning, like he was just cowering in her shadow.

She’d texted him this morning, said she’d wanted to meet with him in her office at 9, and had cleared the patients from his schedule. It was 9:05, looking at his watch. Every moment that went by felt like another nail in the coffin of his control of the office. I can’t let this happen, he tried to steel himself, I have to somehow show that I’m in charge.

But then, he heard it. The unmistakable staccato of her heels approaching down the hallway - click-clack-click-clack, echoing like gunshots - was heavier than one would expect in the corridor. The sound made his heart start to race. Why am I so nervous?? The Instagram posts and the events of last night - the girls in his apartment, him stupidly letting Randi once again have her way with him - had him on edge. Plus, he slept lousy. What did Melissa want to meet about?

click-clack-click-clack. She was almost there.

Remember, he told himself, she works for you.

But as soon as she walked in, when she entered the room and seemed to draw all light to her, he immediately felt himself to be in the presence of a more powerful person. Reflexively, he stood, and tried to keep from gaping. Oh my god she’s huge, he balked, astounded by her height. The only reason she hadn’t had to duck to get through the doorway was because she’d had such large, eight-foot doors installed.

“Good morning,” she said, her smile ebullient, happy to find him here and deferentially waiting for her, standing at attention, “Oh, so chivalrous! I like a man with good manners.” She watched his face as he took in her outfit, her figure, how tall she was in her new shoes. Immediately she knew she’d chosen right: the aggressively low-cut pink sweater, the high-waisted, dark grey pants that helped make her look both hippy, authoritative and even leggier than usual. And then there were the shoes.

“th-those are some heels,” he admitted, his obsequious gaze finding the safest place to linger: her feet and the black, patent leather pumps which made her...oh my god...he couldn’t bear to think how tall she’d be.

“Yeah huh?” she smiled, appreciating the crack in his voice, the submissive body language he was already assuming, standing there for her. She moved towards her desk, making sure to step as close to him as possible. “My friend Abby dropped them off for me this morning. They’re eight inches.”

“w-wow,” was all he could manage, dwarfed as he felt as she - standing well more than a foot taller than him - passed by. He knew he’d already started acting the simp, taken off his guard by her appearance, and was too dazed to resolve himself otherwise.

“They make me almost six-foot ten,” she stated, seeing how flabbergasted by her height he seemed. Something inside her urged her to step back closer to him, stand above him, demonstrate how big she was and make him feel small. That feeling made her tingle dangerously, rushed blood to her chest, and it was a hard instinct to fight back. But instead she knew she should proceed carefully with him, start business, and so she moved behind her desk. “You’re waiting for me to sit, aren’t you?” she asked with an approving smile, “such a gentleman.”

“Oh, haha, yeah I guess…” he said, still finding himself awkwardly standing in place, fidgeting.

“Looks like your mother trained you right," she responded, and immediately saw the wince in his expression. “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie,” she cooed, as he cast his eyes aside, “I forgot. Forgive me?” She watched him nod, wanly. It was obviously, even to this day, a tender subject with him. I have to remember, she thought to herself, poor thing didn’t have a proper mommy.

"Well, every girl likes a respectful man,” she continued, with a munificent smile. Standing behind her desk, she felt the authority the office’s place of power gave her. “Especially one who knows his place in front of the alpha female. But no...sit.”

He looked at her as if confused. She was waiting for him patiently, like she was testing his resolve. Reflexively, though, he began to sit, and felt immediately emasculated as she remained standing.

“Good boy,” she said in approval, allowing mischief into her smile for the first time. Oooo this is funn, she caught herself musing.

The shock of that - the infantile little praise, the talk of “alpha female” - was not one he’d expected. She’d played around like this last week, at the beach conference...but hearing it here in the office was another thing altogether. “We’re - haha - w-we’re still doing that?” he asked, looking up at her, feeling a dark shiver of self-abasement and secretly marveling at the perfect hourglass her trim but wantonly full figure cut above him, silhouetted against the white wall behind.

“oooo remember, sweetie,” she replied, “we’re alone, it’s just you and me.” With that, on cue, she tapped a button on her desk and the door to the office closed behind him; she liked the startled look that brought to him. “We don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks and just fall into our...natural roles,” she purred, putting her hands on the desk to lean over towards him. She smiled as his eyes predictably darted to her cleavage. “We’ll just let nature take its course,” she stated, “How does that sound, Dr. J?”

“Oh, uh…” he stammered, temporarily spellbound by the sheer volume of bosom she’d put on display. This sweater, he found himself thinking, she wore this on purpose. And just as he was almost able to tear his gaze away from her breasts, she casually squeezed them together and his eyes remained fixed, for more than a moment too long. Letting nature take its course, he thought, might end up with my face buried up to my ears.

And so she had him speechless, already; that got her grinning. She brushed away an imaginary nothing from the swell of her right beast, keeping his gaze fixed right where she wanted it. Melissa knew what she needed to say in this meeting, the words she had prepared to get him to do what she wanted. But, gauging his reaction, she was seeing already that she wouldn’t have to work too hard. Her tits could do the heavy lifting.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, after finally drawing her fingers away from her chest and immediately causing him to look away. He flushed red, caught staring. ”Omigosh you’re so cute when you’re blushing,” she giggled, only to cause a wave of jiggles to joggle through her chest, drawing his hapless gaze for another brief second. Her breasts were just so big, the huge soft swells of her cleavage the main attraction in the room and a magnet to his eyes.

She laughed. “So, you know why I’m dressed like this, right?” she asked, a wry smile acknowledging the blatant aggression of her outfit, “the heels, the tight pants…” For a moment she looked down at her own chest, then locked eyes with him. “...the boobage?”

“Uhhhh….”

”You know what I'm going to ask for, of course?” she continued, becoming struck by how adorable he was in his tongue-tied, defenseless denseness.

“A-a raise?” he asked, struggling with all his will to keep her gaze.

Her laugh was deep and sultry, one of a woman pleased. “No haha but…” she said, as she then gathered her arms under her breasts, cradling them to exaggerate their size, “…could I get one if I asked really nicely?”

Oh my god, he thought, as he felt his dick start to stiffen, no. this is...too much. But he didn’t have the will to protest, scold her. “Y-you know money’s been tight…”

“Haha I’m joking, you know I’m teasing!” she laughed, enjoying the bewildered look on his face and standing up straight again, “I know your numbers are down. But that’s why we need to talk, about Abby…”

Abby, he thought, she’s the sales-rep friend...from that weird pharm company. He’d resisted meeting with her from the beginning, unwilling to waste precious time on another salesmonkey pushing snake oil. He’d been inundated with their brochures, ignored countless phone messages, avoided their research papers in his email, and still he had no idea what their product really was. It seemed like they made one thing and one thing only: some sort of supplement for women of childbearing age. His was a geriatric practice! Why would they want him to be part of some clinical trial? It really made no sense and he’s really wanted no part of it.

But he knew Melissa felt otherwise.

Indeed, she knew getting a meeting together was important to Evolution Pharmaceuticals, really the main reason Abby had sent her the posting for this job in the first place. Abby had encouraged her to go for the position even though it was frankly above her abilities. But it was something, a challenge, a job maybe she could grow into…

...and now she fully intended to, in spades.

Melissa leaned in further again, over the desk towards him, her suddenly soft doe-eyes seeking his out. “Remember..it’s just you and me,” she sweetly cooed, putting her full breasts once again on obvious display for him, “nobody’s going to think less of you if you agree to this…” She allowed her chest to slowly push forward, her shoulders back. “...just let nature take its course.”

She knew he heard the encouragement in her voice. Her beauty held real power that she knew how to use, and she intended to put him at ease. In the moment, she knew he didn’t even realize that it was already working. Her eyes searched his and saw something they were looking for. A warm smile formed on her lips and she continued to let her body do all the work. His eyes all but unabashedly on her tits again, this was already happening just the way Abby said it would.

“So...about meeting with Abby...” she began, letting go just the faintest waft of her pheromones, to drift across the desk, just enough to-

“yes okay I’ll do it,” he answered, without even having to be asked.

What?? Haha omigod.

“You...will?” she beamed, her smile becoming a sudden, dazzling grin. It can’t be that easy, can it? Admittedly a bit surprised she was immediately struck by one self-aggrandizing thought: she loved being this beautiful...and this big. She loved the feeling of being stronger and more powerful than those around her. She loved how her body, her buxom sexuality, could be so simply and so extravagantly too much for people; how it reduced them to putty in her hands, paralyzing them for her with nothing more than a smile and a look. And, what’s more, she was beginning to realize what else she could accomplish, given the time. She knew, secretly, that the bigger she got, the more Melissssy there was, the easier it would all become.

So bring it on, she thought to herself, give me more. She had to keep herself from laughing. Who needs an associate’s degree when you wear an I-cup?

“Ok I’ll call her, put it in your schedule right away,” Melissa said in victory, knowing she had to be gentle and watching as he had begun, it seemed, to sheepishly shrink into the chair below her. This was emasculating for him, she knew, capitulating like he was in his utter defenselessness. It gave her a thrill, she had to admit, flexing her authority here in the office, dwarfing him like this, dwarfing a man. She knew it was possibly unfair, that she’d had the deck stacked against him by coming at him with all this in his most fragile moments...but it needed to be done, and she would show him it was all for the best. And, she thought slyly, she would someday make it up to him, make him forget how little she’d just made him feel. Unless, of course, he likes that sort of thing...

But in the meantime-“, she knew she had other work to do, and as the saying goes about the hot iron and the striking-

“Let’s talk about new staff,” she said innocently, “I want to hire twelve more girls.”

“T-twelve?” he blurted, shaken a bit back to himself, “Really? Didn’t we lose just, like...five?”

“It was three, and then three part-timers,” she corrected him, “But I want to bring on twelve full-time people. A nurse practitioner, maybe a PA, a nurse Nurse Asstha...Attess…”

“Aesthetician?” he helped, even through his disarray.

“Yes, that..!” she giggled, “I’ll learn how to say that someday!” Twirling her hair girlishly in between the fingers of one hand, she stood again. “New providers, they’ll all need support staff, plus we have to replace the girls in accounting,” she listed, now starting to step away from behind her desk, “and we need a new supervisor for the front desk, unless you think Audrey is up for the job…?”

He paused, a bit confused, watching as she lazily stepped towards him. Was she actually asking for his opinion? Wait...he thought, why am I surprised by th- This was obviously getting away from him too quickly. “Uh, sure, but…” he began, “are you positive we can handle so many ne-”

“Oh, sweetie,” she cooed, now standing right next to him, above him, noticing how he’d reflexively turned his chair to face her, “we can handle it no problem. Maybe it’s just you that’s having some trouble?” She looked down at him, her employer, and mused on how anxious and small he looked. She reached down to tenderly push a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. “Besides...don’t you want to see us grow?”

What did she mean? “W-well, yes, of course,” he agreed, fighting the urge to turn his head, nuzzle his face into her soft hand as it continued to stroke his temple, above his ear, “of course I want the p-practice to do well. To, uh...grow.” His thoughts drifted to a day, maybe not far away, of an office she’d built for him, of being surrounded by more women than he could count, all young and beautiful, all doting on him...and of course, all beholden to her.

Is that what she meant by wanting to “see us grow”?

“So, uh, sure…” he said, knowing again it was another little surrender, “hire whoever you want…” He knew this was reckless, foolish even, and could only hope beyond hope that this money from - what was it? Lean In? - would be enough.

Melissa - thrilled again but now keeping her grin in check - saw the doubt in his face. She understood this was hard on him, watching the reins of his business being taken by another, and knew she should...reward him.

She stroked his hair - oooo he had such nice hair - and thought to herself.

It was just like Abby said. This was a man, she considered, remembering the type of pictures he’d been hoarding on his computer, who needed a strong female figure. This was a man, remembering what he’d told her about his childhood, who craved a woman’s constant attention, unconditional affection. This was a man - it almost made her giggle - who needed a mommy.

Just last night in DM Ms. Zazanetti - oops, I’m supposed to call her ‘Sara’! - had told it to her straight, made her understand. It's not taboo that he’d been stockpiling pictures of beautiful, ultra-bosomy, giant women on his computer, but rather the reasonable needs of manchild who never really had a childhood. He had told it to her himself, the night at that bull-riding bar: that he “never really had a mother.” And she’d heard it from Rina - who come to find out used to work here, and was one of his old flings - he’d lost her at a very young age.

Omigod the poor thing!

She knelt down in front of him, heart growing in her chest as she looked deep into his eyes. The desperation, she knew, ran deep in his mind, looking for fully blossomed women. His breast obsession was a consequence of what he missed as a child, a toddler, an infant - being coddled, nurtured, loved. And, she reminded herself, it wasn’t just pictures of random huge, big-breasted women he’d had on his computer. There were also countless pictures of her. It was a significant moment, when she’d realized what she represented to him, what she could strive to be for him - even if his male pride keeps him from ever really expressing himself, admitting what he needs.

#motheryourman, remember?

Still gazing at him, wondering what he was thinking, she smiled to herself. Well, he’s not “your man” but - haha - close enough, right?

“You’ve been doing such a good job, being so strong,” she said to him, tenderly, taking one of his hands into both of hers and resting it on his lap, “especially with everything going on.”

”uhhh...what do u mean?” he asked. There was - good god - so much going on. But...looking into her eyes, he suddenly knew what she meant.

“When were you going to tell me? I had to hear it from Marisela,” she said, sounding a bit sad that he would not confide in her, about his troubles at home...or, rather, what used to be his home, “I thought we were friends…”

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Thanks to GTScity reader @sherlock for inspirations and ideas - they really helped the post coalesce. And to FantasticMrMoose - fans may notice that a few passages are all but stolen right from "Sexy Lexie": awesome story!

#Growing Into the Job

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maariarogers · 3 years

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don’t cry, snowman

Summary: Suho still has a hard time, but then he opens his eyes and Jugyeong is still there. He doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve it. Deserve her. (Drabble) Timeline: Future-fic. Can be placed in Webtoon or K-Drama. Author’s Note: y’all gave me permission to write a fanfic and i deliver 😳😳😳

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He wakes up with a gasp.

Then, he’s heaving; breath coming out in shakes and trembles and Suho realises, rather exhaustedly, that he’s sweating. That, and there’s the sound of his door swinging open, followed by sets of hurried footsteps and the one voice he’s both allured by yet finds himself terrified by it too.

Jugyeong settles to his side naturally. She’s already got one hand around a glass of cool water, the other behind his back. His sweaty back, and he’s about to push her away — make sure that she doesn’t have to be there around him when he’s obviously gross and unhealthy — but Jugyeong is quick.

The water is shoved to his face.

“Here,” she says, urgent. “Have a drink.”

He looks at her - properly, and feels instantly guilty that he hasn’t had a chance to really reply to her since yesterday. It’d just... been a few difficult days, and while talking with Jugyeong usually eases his mind, it’s hard to maintain the level of attention when she’s only still text messages across the screen. Phones, after all, can be silenced. Worse, they ran out of battery. They die, and you’re cut off.

Suho feels selfish like this, for only wanting her physically just because it’s easier or more pleasing for him — when he’s aware that Jugyeong has this whole life aside from him. And she deserves to explore it, live in it.

Yet...

Suho drinks the water up - swallow it down like a madman. Jugyeong watches, and she smiles when he’s done, bending over till she reaches the bedside table to pick up — balms? Yeah. Seems like it. Traditional ones in those small tin cans.

“You’re here,” Suho finally acknowledges her, looking down to his laps like he’s done something criminal, and he’s awaiting a scold.

“Yes, of course,” He hears Jugyeong answers and she sounds - disappointed, but her voice picks up, suggesting that she doesn’t really take offense. Suho knows, logically, that maybe Jugyeong doesn’t. She understands; she always does, but his heart races anyway to think that he’d burdened her anyway. That he’d troubled her. He’s a bad and horrible boyfriend, when all Jugyeong deserves is the best.

“I was worried when you didn’t text me back. But when I asked your sister, she said you’ve been having migraines since yesterday,” Jugyeong pouts. She’s so cute. Suho feels like he could fly. “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t wanna worry you.”

He knows she’s been getting more make-up gigs lately due to her performance while she’s under Selena, and he’d been so proud, and he didn’t want to break that momentum for her. He couldn’t. He wants her to succeed doing what she’s love - cause that’s when she looks the happiest.

“You think I wasn’t worried when you stopped texting back?” She scolds, and then, unexpectedly in ways that only Jugyeong could be, she presses her palms against his cheeks, and squeezes. That surprises him! But Jugyeong is surprisingly strong during the oddest times, and stupidly determined when she could be. It’s endearing. “Aish, what’s the point of having the best grade in your class when you’re this dense?”

“I, uh-” Suho stutters, “I'm s-sweaty—”

“I don’t mind!” Jugyeong insists, and her hair waves over with every movements. Everything she does is just so... Suho likes it so much. “You should tell me when you’re troubled or sick or - or anything. Just like how I always tell you if I’m bothered or bored or angry. We’re together because we want to worry about each other. I want to worry about you.”

Suho finds himself speechless, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in an effort to reply, but nothing’s coming out.

Jugyeong seems satisfied by this expression - she smiles, and it’s the best thing Suho has ever seen. For a moment, any dream of Seyeon and his mom and the sadness that seems to always hover drifts back. What remains were the better memories. Not the nightmares and the trauma.

Suho feels like he’s crumbling apart - but that’s okay, because Jugyeong seems to always know what to do with him, crumbled or not. Every tension on his body ebbs out, and Suho allows himself to lean in, forehead falling against his partner’s shoulder, and he could smell the scent of detergent there. The same detergent he’s been wearing because Jugyeong’s been picking out more and more of their groceries together.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and he does, and he does, and he does.

Jugyeong doesn’t hesitate. When she answers back, she sounds like she’s smiling - happy. “I love you too, silly.”

Suho wants to cry.

“Mom gave me that balm that could help with migraines. There’s also, I think, some ointment? I’m not sure. I brought dad’s scented candle cause I know you like the one that’s smelled like peppermint,” Jugyeong giggles against his ear, arms going around to wrap him by the shoulders. His hands brace by her hips before he finds more courage, and pulls her in, just a bit. Selfish. Is he selfish, for feeling so grateful?

“I’ve also ordered porridges for dinner if you feel like eating later. I ordered extra chicken for me though, but you can totally have mine if you ask very, very nicely,” she teases, giggling again. She’s adorable.

Suho feels his heart jumps. He pulls back a little - he wants to see her face for this. “You’re staying?”

“Yeah,” She nods a few times. Smiles. Arms still around him. So close, she’s so warm. What has he ever done to deserve this? To deserve her. “If you’re okay with it though—”

“Yes,” He’s too quick, too desperate, too un-cool, but he doesn’t care. “Yes,” He hugs her again, this time he squeezes her body fully. Thankfully, Jugyeong only naturally hugs him back. “Of course.”

“Then, I’ll be here all night. I’ll help you.”

Suho wants to cry, but he settles with only counting the fast drumming of his heartbeat, and the fact their detergent smells the same: as if a receipt that his life and hers has been entangled to this extent, and he wants every scrap of it. Maybe things aren’t always okay, but - maybe things aren’t always bad, too.

end.

Author’s Note: This has been so fun to write surprisingly??? Omg!!! If you have any prompts you kinda want me to write - even for Seojun x Jugyeong - please feel free to throw at me! For now, I hope you enjoy this as much as I’ve had fun writing it!

#True Beauty #Suho x Jugyeong #Jugyeong x Suho #Lee Suho #Lim Jugyeong #Team Suho #im listening to vance joy #and man.... thats such a team suho vibe #i write stuff #writing: true beauty.

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sainadazai · 3 years

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Chapter 2

There was a certain essence of security in the fact that one kid would be sent home today, still there was a horrible feeling inside you that you'd be the one leaving.

There was no reason for you to fail, Mr.Aizawa didn't seem to be singling anyone out, though.

That alone made you nervous, if he didn't have someone specific in mind, then it was free reign whoever would be booted at the end of the day.

Bakugou threw a softball more than seven hundred meters, you were sure your primary school record was less than 30 meters. With your quirk you didn't need dense muscle, it required lean muscle and mostly on your back.

Manipulating the state of matter in metal wasn't really difficult, but lifting it with your mind was.

Even more, it was especially hard to keep it in its semi-liquid state while you manipulate it. Cause many people have conjuring quirks, hell probably somebody in this class had a quirk that could make things, yours was just also limited to one specific material.

It took a long time to perfect your own unique fighting style. You didn't wanna be like cementoss, or Best jeanist, although they were great heroes.

Being a carbon copy of a hero that already has existed served no joy to you, you were y/n, and that's who the world oughta know.

Was that really gonna help you now, though? What were these eight tests he was talking about?

test one: 50 meter dash

Should be easy enough, why use your quirk on something you already excelled in during school. Y/n L/n - 100 meter dash - 12.67 seconds. It couldn't be hard to half that at least, maybe even quarter it, you wouldn't use your quirk here.

You really need to stop underestimating people, in your heat, the first at that, were Tenya Iida and Tsuyu Asui. The boy was well built, muscular, tall and his legs seemed to have engines in them. He was sure not a good match to make you seem strong or fast.

The girl had long, green hair and beautiful round eyes, she seemed to have some sort of frog hybrid quirk. Probably much faster than you as well. Not really the best time to second guess yourself, you already assessed this test. No quirk. Don't waste your energy.

Ugh, but shouldn't heroes go a hundred percent all the time? God this was infuriating.

"Go"

Well, there you have it, first day and you're already overthinking. Without letting your worry get to you, you sprinted towards the speedometer hoping you wouldn't get discouraged by the fast boy in front of you. The air flowed against you, pushing your hair back. You had forgotten about the tension air creates when you run against it, but it didn't matter. As quickly as it started you heard Iida's score, the Asui's, but you knew 50 meters was easy. You knew you were fast even without your quirk, you would prove it.

"6 seconds"

"Without a quirk?"

"What even is her quirk?"

"I don't know, she wasn't in my exam."

The others after you seemed to be faster than you too, even if by seconds. However, it was helpful to learn exactly what their quirks were.

Uraraka- zero gravity

Iida- engine

Bakugou-explosion

Knowing all this made you unique compared to them, because now, you know their quirks and how they work for the most part, but only a few even can guess yours. Maybe it won't help you too much now, but in the future this knowledge will.

Test two: Grip strength

Easy, this can be done without even touching that little machine, but sure, you'd give me a show.

"Woah, you hit 500 kilograms?! You're such a beast"

The boy with extra arms seemed to do well on this, you could obviously guess why. Still, you had no fear at all in this test. What were they thinking putting an object entirely made of metal and wires in your hand? Rigged in your favor to be honest.

You took the contraption in your hand, avoiding the eyes of the few watching you to see what your quirk was. Jokes on them, cause with this test, it'd take a genius to tell. Applying a decent amount of pressure from your hand, you began to feel all of the particles in the tiny machine, moving them closer and closer together. Pushing them down with each breath out. Until the machine beeped.

12,000kg

You almost smirked at that, you technically didn't have that much plain grip strength, but the teacher said use your quirk, anything goes.

"Twelve thousand!? No way!" the yellow haired boy spoke with astonishment, not anger, but the words felt accusing,

"sorry.."

The students were left dumbfounded. However, at the mention of such a high number, todoroki began to seek out your face, he recognised the girl who had tried to speak with him earlier. Looking at the floor and avoiding the quite obvious compliments, he couldn't help but feel it wasn't out of modesty.

Test three: Standing long jump

The ring on your finger would serve well enough for this one, removing it, you liquified the metal ring until it was a non-Newtonian liquid- or a liquid that is solid under pressure. It soon multiplied until it was around a foot high line of liquid metal, then you curled it into a spring shape. Jumping straight up you landed both feet on the outer edge of the spring and flew into the air launching it with you and quickly turning it back into a tiny ring around your pinky finger.

Then apologizing again as more questions floated in.

Next was repeated side steps, then ball throws. By then, the other students had acknowledged the uncomfort you seemed to have around them, and only admired from afar.

To others the ball throw seemed like the most important test, but it didn't really feel like that to you. Despite having some restraint, you wanted to be the best in every test. Well, maybe not this one, after the gravity girl sent a ball to infinity.

Still, you held the softball, all eyes on you, not feeling so shy, considering you knew these were supposed to be your friends, you wanted them to like you, more than anything. So you would just have to woman up soon.

You tossed the ball to yourself a couple times, feeling for any metal particles, baseballs were usually full of string on the inside, maybe that would work? No, too risky for now.

Feeling pressure to hurry, you took a quick glance around, locking eyes with the boy who sits by you. He still was stone faced, but looked a little intrigued to see what you would do. Was he curious about you? He was so strong though, you'd seen it earlier. Well, best live up to expectations.

No luck with metal in the ball, but there was plenty all around you: iron in your blood. Taking your pointer fingernail, you scratched a quick cut on your opposite palm, maintaining eye contact with the boy. His stiffness faltered for a second, confused and maybe worried at your actions.

Quickly you dragged your blood out of the cut in a thin, rope-like flow, wrapped it around the ball, and took a deep breath. Then you closed your eyes, just how you taught yourself to, and imagined the blood pulling the ball into the air. Arm swung back and ready you released the image along with a throw high into the air.

Continuing to focus on where your blood would take it, you imagine not a place, but a number, and a force. Applying that force to the blood and ball, long lost in the sky, you finally sighed out and looked around, waiting for a score.

Your peers seemed confused about what had just happened, all except for the red and white haired boy, he seemed to have caught on to some extent.

"1,609 meters"

"A mile, exactly? How?"

"Your blood? That doesn't match up with everything else you've done today!" A girl with recognizably large breasts and thighs spoke, she was gorgeous. Hair tied up in a black ponytail, and even her voice sounded sophisticated.

"Uhm-"

"If you say sorry one more time i'm gonna blast you to space, ya hear me!?"

The fire boy, Bakugou screamed at you, and you would have been scared, but it actually made you feel comforted. The realization that people here were not asking for your apologies.

"Yes sir." you winked.

Why did you wink? Did you forget you weren't talking to mochi? A yellow haired boy, whose name you thought was denki turned red and fainted. You felt incredibly stupid, and flustered, and mad at yourself for slipping like that.

"AAAaaa im so sorry, pleaseforgivmeidontknowwhatiwasthinkingwinkingayoulikehatwhenyoubarelyknowmeohnopleasedonthatemenowimsorryimsorrymochiwillyellatmelater!" you screeched out, falling subject to your now loose personality.

Then you went to hide among the crowd of them, slowly shrinking in on yourself.

The next one up was the green haired boy, Deku? That's what bakugou called him, right? You didn't know you were standing next to shouto todoroki, but he sure knew he was standing next to you.

He wanted to confirm his suspicions about your quirk, and also he subconsciously wanted to know what a conversation with you would be like. You didn't seem too eccentric, or obnoxious like some of the kids here. Plus for some reason you were flustered at any and everything,and well, it was stupidly adorable.

Todoroki shouldn't be thinking these things, but he is. On the first day of school no less.

It seems, though, you weren't the star of the show today. He tore his eyes from you at the sound of your gasp. The boy who hasn't used a quirk all day had thrown the softball barely a few meters. So how did he get in? He seemed nice enough, but it sparked the question, how would someone quirkless make it to the hero course?

Or maybe he wasn't, it seemed, the teacher had nullified whatever quirk he tried to use. They were talking for quite some time, until Mr.Aizawa removed his restraint on the kids quirk and he was left to throw.

His lips pursed, deep in thought. Deku really had to get this one right. There may not be a better place to apply his gifted quirk. He really didnt wanna go home, either, so this was it.

Blinking, he thrust his hand back and before you could process what was happening an incredible force of wind flew back on you. The ball launched high into the air, a trail of pure power following it. You didn't take your eyes off that ball until it dropped. A puff of dirt flying up around it.

705.3

So you looked back to the boy, eyes wide just like everyone else, and your eyes found a bloodied purple finger. Broken in every sense of the word. Deku, though, was smiling, the brightest smile you'd ever seen. Proud. He was proud of himself. What could you be but proud of him, too?

You'd known him less than a day, spoken to him all but once, but his smile was pure. You used to smile like that when you were working out your quirk in the forest behind school. It was beautiful.

"Awesome.." you whispered through a smile clad lips.

Teeth white and shining under the sun, and todoroki heard you. Even looked down(or up) at you. He wanted to see that smile again from you, and for the love of god he couldn't tell himself why....

A/n this isn't a deku fic but I love him, and it IS his show, so- don't be surprised if i write about him like he is the most precious gorgeous blessing on earth.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #shoto torodoki #todoroki shoto x reader #mha todoroki #mha bakugou #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #momo yaoyozoru #momo x reader

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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lover series - i forgot that you existed

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Warning: mentions of heartbreak

A/N: i’m not entirely sure what to write for my new multiple chapter fanfic i have quite a few ideas and i’m loving the character ideas you’re sending. until i decide which idea to go with, i decided to do something I’ve always wanted to do which is write a little drabble for various sebastian stan characters based on the songs present within taylor swift’s masterpiece, lover. if you have not heard the album here’s the spotify link. i hope you guys enjoy it xx

Chris was hopelessly, stupidly in love with his best friend, Y/N. He had met her during their freshers week, sat at at pub table along with her flatmates looking the most bored someone could look at a pub. He still remembered how she looked on that day, with her beautiful hair let down instead of the upwards hairstyle she always used during class and a loose red dress, no makeup, staring at the pint in front of her. Chris could help stuck up a conversation with her and from that moment on they became inseparable.

They were even on the same course, so he saw her every single day in lectures with her cup of green tea and laptop. It hadn’t taken any longer for Martinez and Watney to realise Chris followed Y/N around like a lost puppy. Watney had even tried to get Chris to ask Y/N out, however his hopes were crashed when Beth and Melissa, Y/N’s flatmates, warned him that Y/N was closed off dating.

What they had told Chris was that Y/N was still recovering from a pretty bad breakup she went through the summer before university started. Ever since Y/N spent her days thinking about how Dave, as Chris, Watney and Martinez had named him due to not knowing his name, did her wrong and how she’d rather be a successful student than ever be heartbroken again.

She had sworn off dating and she was not gonna date again. Trust, Chris knew she was really off dating, whenever they went out for drinks or to the movies, every guy would hit on her and she would rebuff him in such a fashion that Watney had dubbed her to be the heartbreaking one of the group.

- You’re staring again, Beck. - Mark elbowed in the side, noticing Chris eyes were on Y/N’s back. They always sat a row above the girls not to interrupt their studies as they always complained whenever they spoke during lectures. - Just ask her out.

- I can’t ask her out. - Chris turned to his friend, upset that they still brought it up. He always told himself that he’d eventually meet another girl and fall in love with her and forget about Y/N but it had been 3 years and he was still head over heels with Y/N.

- Beck, Watney, what is so interesting that you’d rather be speaking in my lecture than listening to it? - their lecture called them out making Y/N, Beth and Melissa turned to face the boys, a smirk on their faces.

- Sorry Mr. Parris. - Chris said, mentally wanting to stab Watney. He needed to pass this module and if he continued to piss off the lecturer, he would never do it. After what felt like two hours but were only thirty minutes, everyone was dismissed.

Y/N, Beth and Melissa were the first ones to exit as usual. They always went to their favourite table on the ground floor of the library were they could eat as well as revise for their modules. Those were always the first ones to go out, so they always rushed there.

They got to their favourite tables and placed their bags on the table, sitting on the worn out black chairs, laptops going on top of the table along with their post its filled with more notes.

- So, the spring ball is in a week. Who are you guys taking? - Melissa started their short gossiping. They always did a bit of girl talk before they went straight onto their studies. - I’m thinking about inviting my lab partner.

- Blonde with the cute bum? - Y/N inquired and Melissa nodded. - Are you guys gonna finally stop flirting and go the next step?

- Look who’s talking, Miss Single. - Melissa teased. - I know who you are taking, no one. What about you Beth, please tell me you’re taking someone.

- Maybe I’m gonna ask Chris. I don’t think someone has asked him yet. - the redhead said with a smile on her face. Y/N however did not share the same excitement Melissa showed her. She didn’t know Beth had a thing for Chris, it was never mentioned to her.

- Chris Beck? As in my best friend Christopher Beck? - maybe it was another Chris. God, the name Chris was a popular one, every single kid had it as either their first or middle name.

- Yeah, Chris. Why has someone asked him out already?

- Not that I know of. When did you start liking Chris?

- He’s handsome and he’s sweet, there’s not a lot of guys that are handsome and sweet besides we wanna go into the same NASA programme after university so it has potential to be something serious.

- Just took me by surprise. - Y/N shrugged, head going straight to her book. Melissa furrowed her eyebrows turning to Beth to ask her something which caused her to leave to grab a book.

- Right, Y/N. Spill it. - Melissa grabbed the book away from her, making sure she listened to her instead of reading volume two of the physiology of organ systems.

- Spill what? - Y/N tried to push the book back but Melissa was already expecting this and put it on the table behind them. - I need to read two chapters in an hour to make sure my study sche ...

- “Chris Beck? As in my friend Christopher Beck?” - Melissa mocked her voice, rolling her eyes. - We don’t know any other Chrises, you idiot.

- That’s just hurtful. There’s another Chris.

- Where? - she crossed her arms, leaning against her chair.

- Chris, the guy that serves us coffee every single day. - to be honest, Y/N did not know the name of that guy because he didn’t use a name tag but he looked like a Chris. He was probably a Chris.

- God, Y/N just admit it you like Chris. You’ve liked Chris since you two went on that weird medicine field trip and ever since you haven’t shut up about him.

- I never talk about Chris.

- Oh really? Just yesterday we were watching Breakfast at Tiffanys and just because the male lead had blue eyes you mentioned Chris. God Y/N, you like Chris.

- Chris is my best friend, Melissa. Besides, you know I don’t date.

- Why because you’re still hang up on your ex? The same ex you have not mentioned or complained about ever since you and Chris came back from the medicine field trip. - Chris and Y/N were part of the same course unlike everyone else who were only on some lecturers together which meant they got to go on field trips together. Since their group was so tight knitted, she got some alone time with Chris, something she deeply adored as he was probably the nicest, funniest guy she ever knew. In all honesty, she had been so busy thinking about how nice he was, she had completely forgotten about her ex. Heck, she had even forgotten his name. There was no more love, no more hate, it was just indifference. - Tell Beth you’re going with Chris.

- No, I’m not going with Chris because he’s going with Beth.

- Right, are you dense?

- I don’t wanna hurt my friend besides I’m his best friend, he doesn’t see me that way. - Y/N sported a sad smile now, something that made Melissa deeply upset. She knew Chris liked her and now she was sure Y/N liked him back, however it wasn’t her place to break it to her friend that her best friend had been in love with her ever since they met. - I don’t wanna hurt Beth.

- What’s Chris favourite movie?

- Taxi Driver, why?

- Beth? - Melissa turned to face Beth. - What’s Chris’ favourite movie?

- I don’t know, ask Y/N. - she returned to look for the book she was looking for in the huge book shelf.

- See? Whenever someone needs anything about Chris they always ask you. Go on, go and ask him out and then return.

- Will you stop annoying me if I do so?

- I’ll even buy you dinner, go.

Y/N got up from her seat, placing the laptop in her bag and walking away from the table. How was she even going to ask Chris out? He was her best friend, he had never shown any interest and he had seen in situation that would stop anyone from being remotely interested in her. As she was about to walk out the library she saw the very familiar grey sweater from the NASA museum Chris always wore. She rushed in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

- Hi Y/N, are you okay?

- Are you going to the spring ball? - she was one of those people, always trying to get stuff away before she got scared and decided not to do it.

- No, I thought we were going to McDonalds and then to a movie.

- Right, rain check on that. Would you like to go to the spring ball?

- No, sounds like a waste of time besides I’d have to find someone to invite to go with or be the alone one and get mocked by Watney and Martinez ... and probably Lewis.

- No, I mean would you like to go to the spring ball with me as in a date. Me and you in a date.

- Did Martinez put you up to this?

- No, I just ... I like you and I’d like it if we went together. See how it works.

- I would love to, Y/N.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan AU #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfic #chris beck #chris beck x reader #chris beck/reader #chris beck AU

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secretcykophansideblog · 3 years

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A little bit of art along with a fic I wrote <3

warning for uh, both of the boys feeling terrible (but not all the way through!!!)

First it was only just his little game but he soon got invested. From tying up simple bows to ‘prank’ Phantom, he tried more and more elaborate ways to make his bows. The crafting of such bows calmed him a whole lot when he’d have worse episodes of the marks his awful childhood left on him. But these bows, he always tried to get pink fabric as it reminded him of his bet he once made with Phantom. Oh, Phantom… All these pretty bows all against you, and from Cyko at that. Because of that, Phantom would dread falling asleep in places where Cyko could reach him. He tried to find more and more hidden places to use as his sleeping place but Cyko always managed to find him and tie some of his bows on him. It was like routine at this point, he hated it but… There was just something stupidly sweet about it as well. It was such an intimate thing too as he thought about it. Maybe it was just his mind messing with him but it sure made him feel closer to Cyko. Though the snickers he’d get from others when they witness him with the bows - especially in his hair - would quickly take away the sweetness it had about it.

One night he decided to give up and he just fell asleep on the couch, sprawled out and everything. Literally in just the right position to be the victim of Cyko’s bow crimes. But Cyko had different plans this time.

Cyko looked at Phantom peacefully sleeping. He was a bit surprised, he thought Phantom would try the top of the attic or something crazy like that but no. Hey eyed Phantom very curiously.

“I know you’re not stupid…” Cyko talked to himself, trying to think what may have made Phantom be like that. He crouched down to watch him from a bit closer.

“So peaceful... “ he smiled to himself, it was a rather tender smile. Phantom just got him like that, he would just unconsciously smile his brightest around Phantom. And he was aware of why it was. He knew it quickly, that he had caught feelings for Phantom but Phantom didn’t realize it, not even a bit. He would do small gestures, like being a little bit nicer to him and touch him in a friendly but such a gay way, he was unsure how Phantom didn’t manage to connect the dots. He would try to be more straightforward but the idea simply scares him. Phantom was such an important friend for him, ruining what they had because of his feelings... But each day these feelings get stronger and stronger, just like how his bows are getting better, also resulting in Phantom having a harder time picking them off. There’s just something about watching him trying to take them off that has him laughing but at the same time just…. He’s so adorable?? There’s a reason he likes to put them in his hair, seeing more of his face that he hides behind his dark purple hair. He noticed himself trailing off in his mind. He quietly chuckled to himself.

“Would you look at that… getting me like this even when you’re sleeping..” he pat Phantom’s head gently “Such power is so dangerous with someone like me around” he lowered his head, his gaze moving to the floor. He tried to push the thought out of his head.

“Maybe I can try something” he quickly shot his head up, with a somewhat determined face. He pulled out his bows from his pockets, there were a few with him. One pair in particular caught his eyes. These 2 bows were small and were basically identical. He almost forgot he brought those. What was he thinking when he made those? Looking at how they’re identical his mind quickly raced to a very interesting idea.

“We could match!” he cheered for himself a bit loudly. Phantom didn’t wake up, he only turned in his sleep a little, his left hand slipping out from under his head.

“Perfect!!!!” he whisper-shouted to himself, as he took hold of his left hand gently and started to carefully tie one of the small bows on Phantom’s ring finger. Though he could have been faster, feeling Phantom’s hand was phenomenal. Surprisingly, his hand was very soft, he thought it would be a bit tougher as he puts a lot of effort in the way he swings his scythe. Maybe it’s because he would rather swing with his right hand… Cyko really likes the way Phantom swings it, majestic and effectful, like his music. Destroying all he possibly can in his way. What’s there to not love? He’d once again trailed off, he almost forgot he was tying the bow. He put the finishing touch to it, making sure it was there nice and neat. He held his hand for a few more moments, appreciating the sight. He couldn’t help but feel some otherworldly bliss about it, smiling widely. He slowly let go, greatly appreciating the last moments as their hands brushed against each other. Though it was done, his strong feelings didn’t disappear, he tapped his fingers together in his excitement, as some sort of way to come down from the happy high that caught him up in the sky, like how the strong wind would catch a leaf up in the air. It’s against the leaf’s intentions yet it still lies into the wind, as if embracing the ride for as long as it goes. He felt the same way. That’s when he remembered the other ribbon. He took it in his hand and looked at it for a while. Then carefully tied it on his left ring finger, to truly match Phantom. He put his hand beside Phantom’s to look at their hands in their matching glory. It was just a truly beautiful sight, making him giggle and tap his fingers against the sofa’s soft surface.

“Gosh… this is so cheesy but I love it” Cyko giggled to himself, still trying to stay quiet because at this rate he’s gonna accidentally wake Phantom with his giggling and speaking. And then he’d have to face the consequences. He quietly hurried away, leaving as fast as he possibly can, his heart still racing over their matching bows.

After a while, Phantom woke up, surprised that now there weren’t bows all over him. He looked at his hands surprised to see one, but only one. None of Cyko’s bows were tied on him ever so neatly. He actually kinda liked how neat it looked. He’ll leave this one on, he liked the feeling of it. It was made of soft fabric, at least softer than usual. He touched it with his other hand, gently brushing his fingers on the bow. It made him smile for some reason. A lot of trouble was saved from him today, though he wasn’t too eager to know why Cyko went this easy on him, there was still a little voice inside his head, questioning it. But it wasn’t loud enough to really make him think about it. He went about his day relatively calmly all until creator Luni stopped him.

“I couldn’t help but notice the dumb smile and the suspicious ring finger bow you have… They must have to do with each other, am I right or am I right?”

“Huh? I didn’t even think of it like that... Now that you say it, it is weird that it’s on my left ring finger… maybe…”

“Yes?” Luni had hope in her voice, that maybe he will realize that it’s a sign of love.

“I have a feeling it was what Cyko could reach the best!”

“Oh my god, Phantom- it’s literally like a wedding ring”

“What? That’s silly, this and a wedding ring are not even similar”

“But they’re… on the same finger?”

“That’s where we usually wear rings anyways”

“I- I’ll give up”

“Huh? What are you giving up?”

But Luni didn’t reply, she just walked away, once again disappointed that Phantom is a bit too dense to notice the signs of love that Cyko is trying to give.

“Phanty!”

Phantom heard his very interesting nickname yelled by a very familiar voice.

“Phanny!! I can’t believe I didn’t see you all day” Cyko smiled widely, that same smile you would always see him have when he’s with Phantom.

“Pretty sure you did” Phantom smiled softly as he raised his left hand to show the bow that was still nicely tied on his ring finger. Cyko almost beamed so hard he rocketed into the sky. But luckily that didn’t happen. He just clapped his hands together in a very excited manner.

“You didn’t pull it off!!” he beamed, if his smile wasn’t bright before, it’s definitely bright now, even blinding with the amount of energy in it.

“Well yeah. It didn’t bother me and it does look pretty nice” Phantom said kinda truthfully. Cyko seemed to beam less now, it’s like what he said calmed him down.

“Oh uh, glad you like it then.”

“Also how come you didn’t go chaotic with it this time?” Phantom said, the thought he had about it before came back. How come he was so tame this time?

“I can still make up for it” Cyko took that as a challenge.

“Oh, hell no”

“You asked for it” Cyko raised his hands while shrugging. That’s when Phantom noticed that Cyko had something pink on his left hand.

“Wait- what’s on your left hand?

Cyko moved his left hand to Phantom. He knew it may seem suspicious but it would be even more so if he hid it.

“You have the same bow” Phantom exclaimed then took Cyko hand in his own hands, to inspect the bow better. Which flustered Cyko but Phantom was luckily too distracted with staring at Cyko’s left hand.

“Yeah… I- I thought it would be nice and all”

“How so?” Phantom looked up to Cyko’s face from his hand, though he was still holding it. Cyko tried to swallow all his embarrassment before speaking.

“Well- you’re really important to me...a very special friend… who I wouldn’t want replaced” Cyko slowly looked away, thinking what he said was really stupid. Now it was Phantom’s time to be flustered and maybe just a little bit blushy.

“I didn’t know! You mean it?”

“Of course, Phanty!! You are like… best friend status at least” Cyko smiled, Phantom was feeling way too blessed from this. He held Cyko’s hand to his chest, as if to show how much that stupid little bow means to his heart. The way Phantom smiled had Cyko’s heart in twists of love, the feeling was so strong, and the way his hand was held felt timeless. With how lost he got in this blessed sight, he didn’t even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks. He really felt so much his body reacted to it. As soon as he noticed, he raised his right hand to his face to dry up his tears, still very confused as to why they were there. Though, maybe less confused and more flustered. Phantom noticed the movement from the corner of his eyes. He looked up a bit confused.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Just teared up for some reason”

“Well, that’s strange” Phantom laughed in response. He didn’t even question it? Cyko was a bit dumbfounded.

“It’s really not though”

“What?” Phantom tilted his head in confusion. Cyko took a breath in before speaking.

“You make me happy like that”

Phantom was trying to think of a way to react but he honestly didn’t know how. No proper words could explain how he felt. They were stuck like this, just sharing this gaze, which radiated off that very vibe… the strong feelings they were feeling. Phantom was feeling it very strongly too but couldn’t tell what it was. He felt like he was so close to figuring it out. Yet so far too. It was bothering him now much more than before. But he can’t ask Cyko, can he? He may take it the wrong way, as if he’s in love with him or something. Wait… Is he? Oh god, is he really? Is it really it? Is it really why he’s been feeling like this for such a long while? The reason for these feelings he couldn’t tie to anything up until now? With how shocked he was feeling, he let go of Cyko’s hand. Is it really why he felt this sort of awe about Cyko, especially the way he fought, even making interesting ways of using his blades? And the way he would treat him so sweetly and pull him up from a bad mood just with a smile? He stumbled back a little, which Cyko noticed. He looked concerned but Phantom was too distracted to really pay attention to that.

“Are you alright?”

“I uhh…” He stumbled back even more, the realization hurting more and more. Sure he wanted to know why he felt the way he feels but this really isn’t the best time! It felt like his body did things on its own as he ran away, without another word, leaving Cyko sad and confused. All until he took it all in himself to go and talk to Phantom because this… This wasn’t quite like him at all.

Phantom ran home, his heart still in pain from the kind of things he was feeling and thinking. Why did Cyko have to be so cute, why couldn’t he just make a mess of his hair with all his stupid bows and and and…. He felt like crying. They are just friends, and that should be fine. Like… they’re still pretty close so why is he feeling this way now? Though, thinking back, it did always bother him… He just never realized why. The more he thought about it the more obvious it seemed to him. Wow, he was such a fool for not realizing sooner. He wondered… Did Cyko know before him? Eh, no, that’s stupid- but… But it would make sense? What if someone figured out and told Cyko and he did this to actually make fun of him? To make him think this really meant something and have him spill while laughing on the outside about how much he would’ve played Phantom… No. That’s so unlikely of Cyko… Sure, he can be pretty evil in his chaotic ways but he would never hurt him like that. Cyko does… care for him. At least he hopes. He’d never thought he’d doubt something like this but here we are. Suddenly he heard a knock on his front door. He didn’t reply, just eyed the door. He heard knocking again, this time a bit more desperate.

“Gh-Go away!!” Phantom yelled to him, his voice sounded so sad and upset. He didn’t even realize he was holding his tears back this much. It’s just a reflex he has, he’s not the type to cry after all… The knocking stopped which was… weird? Cyko doesn’t usually give up this easy. It’s not that he was playing hard to get right now, he just knew that it wasn’t very usual of Cyko. This really is strange… Phantom had a bad feeling this, which was burning him up from the inside. If the concerned tension he has created around himself could have a temperature, it would be burning his house down at this point. Maybe even the whole city… He unsurely started walking to the door. The closer he got the harder it was to take the next step. But he was really worried, no feelings of his was gonna stop him now when Cyko is not acting like himself. Soon enough, he found his hand on the door knob, his hand was slightly shaking. Does he really want to do this? Maybe he’s worried for nothing? Maybe Cyko gave up fast just this time for some reason? He’s even more nervous than before, slowly causing him to hesitate more and more- NO, he can’t- He can’t stall for longer, Cyko could be needing him and he’s just standing there helplessly. He finally hastily tries to open the door but it’s locked. Oh yeah, he forgot about that. He unlocked it then opened the door with less force now. To his surprise, he found Cyko sitting beside his door, cuddling his knees close to himself, with his head lowered on his legs. Phantom had seen this happen before, the fact that he had to see Cyko like this again tightened his chest uncomfortable, he was almost feeling sick. But it seemed like Cyko was even worse. He crouched down beside him, approaching him slowly.

“...Cyko?” he asked in a rather soft voice, trying to stay calm. It’s for Cyko, you can do this! Cyko didn’t reply, but seemingly tightened his hold on his legs.

“Cyko… I’m… I’m sorry for what I did…” he scooted a little closer, gently placing a finger on Cyko’s back, then gradually put down his whole hand on his back, then slowly hugging him with one arm. He knew that Cyko must have been feeling a lot then. He felt Cyko lean into his hold a little, though he still didn’t look up. That’s fine, all he needs is patience. He could stay here forever just for Cyko to be fine. He could stay with him forever… He hugged Cyko a little closer, it seemed like he wasn’t resisting. That’s good.

“Cyko…” he bit his lip, unsure what to say next “I’m… sorry I treated you like that… I shouldn’t have done it”

Cyko didn’t reply verbally but with action instead. He moved closer and pushed his head into Phantom’s chest. Phantom wrapped his other arm around Cyko. He tried his best to comfort Cyko, rubbing his back. What threw him off a little is Cyko hugging him back. But it did feel really comforting… He feels like his thoughts before were just out of being scared of rejection and humiliation. Seeing how Cyko got, had assured him that there’s nothing like that going on. Except the idea of confessing or ever bringing up his feelings were thoughts that still reminded him inside his mind to keep him on the edge. He felt Cyko’s grip tighten around him, which he didn’t think much of all until Cyko pulled and picked him up by his waist. He was surprised because they usually talk before doing anything like this. Though with the circumstances… It did kinda fluster him a lot more than it usually would. Being picked up by him just has this effect on Phantom. And he also didn’t have the strength in him to stop or yell at Cyko. He brought Phantom back inside and sat down with him on his couch. Then leaned back on Phantom without letting go of him.

“Cyko…?”

“Ph...Phantyy…” Cyko basically whimpered the last syllable of that sweet nickname. Phantom could tell that Cyko wasn’t quite there yet to speak.

“It’s fine” Phantom smiled as he then moved to pet Cyko’s hair. His finger lightly running through his soft hair, Cyko felt that so much more than usual. He swore he noticed himself leaning into Phantom’s touch. Phantom noticed that and decided that maybe playing with Cyko’s hair with both of his hands would be the best activity for him to wind himself down as well. Was it just him or did sitting with Cyko get suddenly warmer? As if Cyko turned into a human heater. He had no idea what happened but he wasn’t about to complain, Cyko’s warmth was making him feel sickly sweet, he actually loved it a whole lot… Almost made him forget about what happened before. The power Cyko has.... Even without seeing that sweet smile, just his presence was enough to make him feel things. But the thoughts he was trying to repress weren’t going anywhere. He himself felt that his face was heating up from all of this. Like, he just discovered his crush on Cyko and now they’re cuddling?? Not like they didn’t before but that… that was different. Or was it? Phantom slowly started to question each little activity he has done with Cyko so far and they all have this gay feeling to them. The more moments he can feel Cyko’s soft hair and comforting body heat, the gayer these memories get. It’s just all those subtle things he didn’t think much of before. He doesn’t know how he was able to ignore these feelings for this long. They feel so strong now, so alive. He wants to share it with Cyko so badly. And like… maybe… Phantom felt himself heating up even more. Just the thought of kissing has his ears and cheeks so red, calming down was not very easy… or possible at that if I’m honest. He was lucky he had Cyko with his face buried in his chest or otherwise he’d have a hard time explaining himself.

“Hey uh…” Though Cyko’s voice was a little muffled, Phantom could hear him well.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry for… freaking out”

“It’s alright… what matters is that you’re better now”

Cyko only hummed in response, if Phantom would’ve paid enough attention, he could’ve heard the flusteredness in Cyko’s voice but you know he didn’t. Or at least he didn’t know how to do it because he was that unaware. Y’know, like a fool.

“But… But are you alright?”

“Yeah...why wouldn’t I be?” Phantom was obviously lying and Cyko is better than that, just to believe those false words.

“You ran away from me… and you looked hurt” Cyko finally raised his head up, which prompted Phantom to look away.

“It’s nothing all that serious, don’t worry”

“Hard to believe with that face you make”

Phantom took a deep breath before replying.

“I’m not making any kind of faces”

“But you are?” Cyko tried to see Phantom’s face better to confirm. Though he was sure of Phantom not being alright, it didn’t hurt to make sure. But he was trying to do that with leaning closer, which raised questions in Phantom. All because he didn’t realize his intentions.

“I told you I’m not! And what are you doing?!?”

‘“Whoa I’m-” Cyko quickly grew flustered and pushed himself away from Phantom. He didn’t mean it like that but he realized that it did look pretty bad for him. Phantom kept his face away from Cyko.

“I uhhh…” Cyko tried to speak to make himself look better “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just a little bit hard to tell how you feel when I can’t see your face”

“...” Phantom felt less tense now. Though he honestly wished Cyko did mean it… If he could just get a single kiss without the struggle and the idea that then Cyko would know how he felt. If he could just get a kiss to comfort himself a little from the pain he was feeling. A kiss so he would stop craving it so badly. Though he doubts that just one would make that stop. He would want more… and the opportunity to have a lot more. He just wants to be surrounded by Cyko’s love, have his love hide him from the world outside. The yearning was really making him feel things, huh?

Though Phantom wasn’t willing to speak, Cyko didn’t feel like leaving. His strong feelings were chaining him down, he just wanted to be around Phantom so badly, with Phantom also enjoying it. While the second part wasn’t really there, something pulled him back.

“Phanny..? Are you ok?”

“I- I told you I am… I’m ok, no need to worry about me”

“But you’re… not happy either… I can’t….” Cyko stopped himself before he started rambling about how much he loves Phantom’s smiles. Or how he loves him in general.

“You can’t what?” Phantom turned back to Cyko, the curiosity got the best of him.

“Nevermind…”

“Cyko…. don’t do this to me”

“I just- don’t wanna say, that is all. It’s… really not the time for me to do this..” Cyko got up but he was brought right back down by Phantom.

“I meant it. Don’t do this to me” Phantom sounded so serious, for some reason, he really wanted to know what Cyko wanted to say. And also desperately wanted him to stay.

“But-”

“Please” his one word sounded more like a command than a plea, though it was still definitely filled with desperation. And the way he looked at Cyko…. He felt things from it.

“Well...when you’re happy you smile…. and I can’t see it right now, no matter how much I want to” Cyko confessed, it really did feel like a confession. Which he realized only after saying it, feeling like the last few words weren’t necessary for him to say.

“You like my smiles?”

“Yeah uhmm…” Cyko was trying to think of a way to say it without sounding too gay “You just kinda brighten my days with them” and he failed at not sounding gay.

“I… I see, I’ll keep that in mind” yes, it was Phantom’s turn at failing at not sounding gay. Which Phantom realized right after those words slipped out through his lips.

“Like I’ll do that because uh… to uh…” Phantom slowly hid his face because he’s really not gonna make himself look any better at this rate. Cyko was simply speechless. The fact that Phantom replied like that… he looked like he was about to explode because of the overwhelming love inside him that he felt for Phantom.

“Thanks” is that all he really can say? “That means a lot to me… like uh… you” the words couldn’t stop, no matter how much Cyko didn’t want to say them. “Ah, I’m an idiot” he facepalmed himself. That was when something hit Phantom

“Wait… why would you be an idiot?”

“Saying too much” Cyko didn’t even dare to look at Phantom, he was looking completely the other way.

“Well, the… the more things you say, the more obvious things become…”

“Like my feelings for you…” Cyko completely turned away “I guess I wasn’t the best at hiding them, was I…”

“That’s fine”

“Huh?”

“I...I had my time to figure it out as well” Phantom played with the bow on his ring finger, wearing a soft smile.

“Wait wait wait wait….wait you…”

“I really like you, Cyko”

“I-” Cyko turned back to Phantom at this point. The sight of Phantom’s soft smile and his words gave him such a sudden boost of happiness. He couldn’t even say a thing, he was just that happy.

“I mean it… I don’t think anyone ever could make me happy like you”

Cyko placed his bow ringed hand on Phantom’s, which prompted Phantom to look up to Cyko. Cyko raised Phantom’s hand and gave it a soft kiss, Phantom blushed brightly, shocked. Though he wanted more, Cyko only gave him a teasy smile.

“That’s it?” Phantom made a pleading face at Cyko, which made him feel extremely blessed. With all this happiness fuel, he could blow up the Sun. Then Cyko took Phantom’s other hand and held each of them to his face, cupping it by his cheeks. Phantom didn’t wait for a word or any other move from Cyko, he kissed him. Cyko didn’t expect to see Phantom’s face so close so fast, he couldn’t even properly react to the kiss because Phantom kept it short. Even then he needed a few moments to properly comprehend the soft lips that came and left, just like that.

“Hey, I didn’t even have time to react” Cyko pouted, though he wasn’t at all mad about it, no, in fact he may have been a little embarrassed that he didn’t manage to.

“Maybe next time” Phantom laughed at him. That’s it, he has set off Cyko. Cyko pinned Phantom down, and before Phantom could even gasp, he kissed him. But Cyko didn’t go as easy as Phantom did before. He kept there for longer and didn’t stop at one. But Phantom welcomed it, with open arms which he wrapped around Cyko’s back. Then he showered Phantom with kisses, not only his lips, but cheeks, nose, neck and everywhere he had the chance to, treating him to the softest kisses he had ever had. The softness of these kisses made Phantom giggle, which was music to Cyko’s ears. It was such a unique experience, to hear Phantom laugh because of something like this. Cyko rose up from all the kissing, to face Phantom from a little bit of distance.

“You’re so adorable” Cyko was practically beaming.

“You too’ Phantom looked away a little shyly.

“It feels so nice to say it! I can finally give you even more nicknames”

“Like?”

“Phanty-cutie, Phanny-pie, Phanny-panny or maybe even… Phan-cakes…”

“Cyko, please don’t get this creative” Phantom was so close to laughing from Cyko’s ridiculous ideas.

“Alright alright, Darkshine….or maybe Phan-ass” Cyko laughed to himself about his wonderful ideas.

“All of these are horrible. I love them”

“You’re gonna have to be ready for nicknames like these if you’re gonna date me”

“I had a feeling”

“You wanna, right?”

“Oh absolutely. I never wanted anything so badly”

“Then it’s official, you’re my darkstar boyfriend now”

“I like that… makes me sound cool”

“You’re gonna be too cool”

“Impossible. I can’t simply be too cool”

“But you’d make me fall for you even moooore”

“Too bad” Phantom laughed. He got another kiss from Cyko as a response.

“Should we tell the others?”

“Let’s chill and kiss for a while before doing that”

“Alright, I’m all up for that!”

And so they did, for who knows how long. Time can fly when you’re so in love.

#cykophan #fluff fic #not like I would write anything else with them tbh #they deserve happiness

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chocosvt · 5 years

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a moon without stars universe.

⚬ pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader. ⚬ word count: 2220. ⚬ warnings: none. ⚬ genre: FLUFF!!! enough to swim in it.

✧✎ synopsis: wonwoo is inexplicably anxious to see his baby for the first time, so much in fact that he senses he might faint.

✧✎ a/n: you scoundrels got me... you MADE ME SUCUMB and this is the product. just in case you’re unaware, this is a follow up to a gigantic wonwoo fic i wrote almost two years ago (you can read it here), so consequently, some parts to this might seem confusing if you haven’t read the original fic!

Wonwoo feels like he’s going to be sick.

No—even worse than that, Wonwoo feels like his knees are going to collapse and that he’ll black out in an anxiety overload on the hospital floor. At least he’s at the hospital, but in his complete honesty, that doesn’t assure him to any notable extent. There’s a wail from the other side of the wall, taunt with pain and determination. He can hear the muffled encouragements from the doctors, urging you as best they can even though it’s been over an hour and you’re utterly spent.

He presses his hand against the door whilst his head leans down, taking in a deep breath that attempts to draw some sense of harmony into his core. Wonwoo had walked in and out of the labour room at least three times. There were so many emotions, memories, and stupidly poignant decisions shaking his skull. One moment he’s right next to you, your fingers crushing the bones in his hand as a contraction seizes you and the sweat glimmers down the side of your face.

Then another moment passes, and Wonwoo is overwhelmed with self-hatred. He closes his eyes and relives the day in which he abandoned you in your apartment complex, the thought of becoming a father, a parent, when he is merely so young and unaware of his purpose in the universe too much for him to compute. On that day, he walked away from you when you needed his support most. Wonwoo would never be able to forgive himself for his selfishness.

It takes a hold of him like a terrible virus, and then he can’t bear to be in the room any longer, prompting him to pace back and forth in the corridor whilst his anxiety bubbles and festers.

Suddenly, the door he’s leaning against clicks open slightly and Wonwoo stumbles. There’s a nurse facing him, and she smiles at him tenderly.

“She’s almost there,” the nurse tells him, “do you want to try coming back in?”

His expression is paler than moonlight and his eyes are incredibly wide. Wonwoo’s heart densely whacks against his ribcage as though it’s trying to break free from his own chest. He swallows dryly, though he indefinitely nods because there is no way in hell that he’ll miss the birth of his own child. With slow steps, Wonwoo approaches the bed and takes a seat in the stool next to it. He can see that your strength is slipping out from under you like a silk sheet.

You breathe so heavily, in intermittent tatters, whilst the glossy curves and slopes of your face can hardly afford to contort. The doctors are still encouraging you, promising that if you put your all into this next push, the labour will at long last end. Wonwoo reaches for your hand. It’s shivering, clammy, though he doesn’t care, just strokes between the ridges of your knuckles and stares into your pretty, exhausted face. He develops a new appreciation for you in that moment.

Everything you endure, you endure to bring life into this world. A life in which he helped kindle.

Your head turns meekly to look at him. There’s a fuzziness in your eyes, and he can tell you nearly want to give up and just let yourself fall. Wonwoo squeezes your hand, he squeezes it tight and wishes that more than anything he could take away your pain and tiredness. Since the day he first met you, there was a timid nature about you, but he knew there was also a vivacious fire that could bloom like the golden flares of the sun. He smiles at you and chuckles softly.

“Aren’t you nearly there? It’s not the time for a nap.”

There’s a tiny spark that immediately ignites in your eyes.

“Sh-shut… Shut up, Jeon Wonwoo…” You manage to string the words together and he feels your hand tighten around his with a dull pressure.

“Wouldn’t you like to make me?” He teases, knowing that it’ll uproot some of your energy.

The doctor concentrating at the end of the bed urges you one last time to push with all your might, and for a fleeting moment, Wonwoo reads the fear that paralyzes your expression. Maybe you think you’re not capable, but he is aware firsthand the falsity of your doubt. Wonwoo has never seen someone as capable as you. He raises his other hand and brushes away the damp hairs that are flush to your temples, your skin incredibly searing to his gentle touch.

You look at him again, panting deeply, and Wonwoo knows he needs to say something that will ease or replace your insecurity.

“Remember that time we were sitting in the garden together, after you made me go outside so I could look at your dumb hibiscus plant?” Wonwoo murmurs, watching you nod. “And you told me about how you always wanted to take your children to look at all the flowers there?”

You gulp dryly and bob your head again.

“Well, just think. Once this is all over, you have the opportunity to do that. We can go to the garden as many times as you want, whenever you want, even if it’s every day. I promise. But we can’t exactly do that if you don’t have this baby, right?”

“R-Right,” you stutter, your eyes shining and glossy, “I n-need to have the b-baby.”

“Yes, sweetheart, our baby, you need to have our baby. But you have to push, okay? You really have to try it.”

“I n-need to push,” your ironclad grip was returning to his hand, “I re-really need to push. Then we can s-see our baby.”

Wonwoo smiles at you like you’re the most magnificent jewel in the world.

“Why don’t we count down from three, okay?”

Everyone in the room seems to collectively agree that it’s a good idea. Wonwoo knows you’re scared, he knows you’re inconceivably frightened and somewhat petrified of what the future has in store for you. He’s scared too. You’re two young parents who have yet to finish college, and everything about your relationship seemed to happen so suddenly. But, below his anxiety, the way his heart is drumming so loud in his ears it’s deafening, Wonwoo discovers his purpose.

She comes into the world with a high-pitched, nasally cry. Her fingers are the smallest he’s ever seen in his life, and he just sees them wave in the cold air before the doctor turns around and there’s a crowd congregated in the corner of the room. Wonwoo can hardly breathe or move or think one coherent thought. It’s not until you softly pull on his arm that his emotions come crashing down. You can hardly keep your eyes open, and yet you look so sweet and blissful.

Wonwoo quickly wipes away the tear that slides down his cheek just before he leans over the bed and kisses your forehead.

His purpose—to take care of you and his newborn baby girl, is the only thing he could ever care about in that moment.

“We’re not naming her, Airplane. Are you joking?”

“Well that’s what I called her when she was in the womb!”

“So you want to put that on a birth certificate? Airplane? I know you’re exhausted but I can’t even begin to express how bad of an idea that is.”

Wonwoo lies beside you in the hospital bed, the newborn wrapped in a pastel pink blanket, a small white cap, and cocooned dearly against your chest. Neither you or Wonwoo have stopped staring at her since the nurse placed her in your hold. Her eyes are closed, and she balls her hands in tiny fists. Her nose is merely the size of a button. Together, you were attempting to scheme some names, but Wonwoo notes that you were impenetrably stuck on Airplane.

You sigh. “We don’t have to think of it now, alright? Let’s just keep admiring her.”

He leans his head against yours, and continues to gaze warmly at the baby wrapped in her adorable pink cloth. His heart feels so content, so incredibly tender and swollen with love. She mirrors an unprecedented flower that has yet to be tainted by the surrounding cruelty of life, just an innocent petal whose beauty could never be articulated, as it would almost ruin such precious ambiguity. But then Wonwoo starts to fill with this horrible, sickening feeling.

What if he walked out that day and never came back?

What if he walked out and never got to experience this incredible fulfillment? To never see her, to never touch her or care for her, watch her grow and stumble and become the thing he was most proud of in the universe. The self-hatred snarls in his gut and he becomes tense.

You nudge him concerningly.

“Is everything alright?”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “Just… What if I... What if I never—” He wasn’t sure how to express his complex frustration. The words deflate helplessly on his tongue.

Somehow, you seem to know what he was feeling, even without the words being painted for you, it’s clear to see that Wonwoo struggles to relieve himself of the ache in his heart, in which he turned his back on you that day in your apartment. You understand that he feels undeserving, but what he hadn’t acknowledged was that he never had the intention of giving up. Even if he wasn’t with you in those beginning stages, he was keeping busy, learning how to improve himself for you.

For your child.

You press a kiss to his jaw, and then to his pink lips. Wonwoo’s hand softly cups the side of your face, deepening the contact with an intimate, loving passion.

“There’s no need to dwell over what could have been,” you whisper to him, staring into his dark, copper eyes. They glitter slightly as you grin and propose, “Why don’t you hold her? I promise you’ll feel better.”

With extreme care, Wonwoo helps take the baby from your arms, his heart pounding relentlessly as he settles back against the thick pillow and attempts to relax with her new weight against his chest. His gulp is audible, heavy with nervousness as he peers down at her delicate, miniscule frame, afraid that even the tiniest exerted force will hurt her. From his peripheral vision he sees you stifle a giggle. She squirms slightly in his arms and Wonwoo begins panicking.

“Oh my god oh my god, she’s waking up, what should I do?”

“Just relax,” you croon to him, resting your chin on his strong shoulder, “she’s probably waking up because your nerves are crowding up the whole damn room.”

“That’s not funny,” Wonwoo pouts, unable to peel his gaze from her sweet face.

You roll your eyes. “As long as you’re gentle everything will be fine.”

Wonwoo is being as gentle as he possibly can. Eventually, his rigidity starts to subside and he feels more comfortable with handling her. She’s sleeping soundly against his firm chest, though the nurse had warned him she would want to feed soon, and that there was a lactation consultant available to help them. Her little hands rising and falling with his chest make his heart flutter. When he looks to his shoulder, he realizes you’re fast asleep as well.

Which was no surprise to him. He figures childbirth is quite draining.

His appreciation and reverence for you has swelled to such an inconceivable state.

As time continues to progress, Wonwoo finds that he’s also growing sleepy. Ever since your labour began almost eighteen hours ago, he’s felt absolutely wired, restless, unable to even stand in a single spot without uncontrollably jittering. Now his eyes are heavy with the desire to dream. Just as feels himself fading, his consciousness sinking into a black, lulling abyss, there’s a hiccupping cry at his chest and he’s unforgivingly dragged out of his nap.

But Wonwoo can only smile.

He pushes himself up groggily, careful not to bump you, and cradles his baby with the utmost preciousness, kissing the small, warm expanse of her forehead as her cries echo through the hospital room. Her eyes flutter open, though he supposes she is far too young to decipher much but his bleary, fuzzy outline.

“Hello sweetheart,” he hums quietly, watching her small hands attempt to reach out for him. He stretches out his index finger for her to experimentally squeeze and pinch.

“I guess you’re hungry, darling. I hate to wake up your mother, but I don’t think I have much choice, do I?”

No—Wonwoo doesn’t know what would become of him if he left your apartment and made the decision to never see you again, to completely cut you from his life because he was so fearful of embracing this new chapter. To continue mundanely living, working at the piercing shop and the mechanic’s garage, always having to wonder about his own child, having to wonder about you and how you were supporting her. But now he would never have to suffer in lack of closure, as you were right next to him, your daughter safe in his arms.

Wonwoo knows he is going to live a very beautiful life.

One that he will never look back on.

✧✎ a/n: even though i can hardly reread a.m.w.s without lowkey despising my old writing, i feel like this was long overdue. i have literally never written childbirth before nor do i know SHIT about babies so i was just like.... Okay lol... also, i didn’t have them name the child bc i didn’t have a name for her either? i was thinking lily or something bc the reader is a florist. but i wasn’t sure. so you can name their daughter whatever tf you want hehe.

#wonwoo scenarios #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo fanfic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen fluff #wonwoo fluff #seventeen imagines #this felt like falling down a flight of stairs

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edwardslostalchemy · 4 years

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ohh for the character list thing, can u do todoroki, iida, and/or uraraka?? - c

You both know me inside and out ahhhh

@alartes-draws @midoriyaizukustan

This is under a read more bc it’s so long alfajfalk

Shouto

favorite thing about them

GOD he’s my absolute favorite so like everything is my favorite thing about him. But my #1 thing that I absolutely adore is that he is very willing and open to grow and to like accept criticism. I know for a fact I don’t like receiving criticism. But him? Izuku has yelled at him to like basically get him to see that he had to make the fire quirk he had his own rather than associate it with his father. That’s TOUGH to do. That’s YEARS of self-hatred and abuse and repressing his power and just looking at it as a way to see his father. But he took Izuku’s words to heart, that he could do with his fire quirk what he wanted because it was his. And he grew so much because he accepted his words. I would have been like “You don’t know me! You don’t know what I’ve gone through! You have no right to tell me that!” But not Shouto. Shouto has taken other types of criticism from Aizawa as well, telling him he depends on his quirk and that’s why he went after him first during his final exam. And then he was able to realize “Huh, I really should have given Momo a chance to tell me her plan, she had something to say.” And then he has her tell him her plan. And then during Kamino, (yes, Tenya got on his case, but he was like “we aren’t gonna fight, we’re gonna sneak around, my dude”) when they were against the wall and Izuku is like “I have a plan!!!” He’s like “TELL US YOUR PLAN”. Like he is not the only one who gets to take charge and share his plans. Also when in*sa was being very passive aggressive towards him, Shouto went up to him and asked if he’d’ done something to him and when he told him about their past, Shouto was like ah fuck I fucked up, but I liked that he was willing to confront this very large guy to resolve this issue. He is like very accepting and open to new ideas and he makes mistakes and still goes off on his own (provisional license exam where you at), but he is still able to take these like criticisms and examples and learn from them. He’s a great character and his growth has been so progressive and amazing and I am so thankful to Horikoshi for this character holy shit.

least favorite thing about them

I hate that he calls k*tsuki his friend despite k*tsuki being a God awful character. Shouto, sweetie, you deserve better friends. k*tsuki has been compared to endeav*r, your abusive father. Please please, you have the whole izucrew and class 1A (except m*neta) right there. You can have Momo and Izuku and Tenya and Ochako and Eijirou as your bffs. Please honey, please, I’m begging you. Please stop calling him your friend. He is not a friend, he is bitch ass gremlin.

favorite line

[softly] “Midoriya”

brOTP

OOF I love him with Momo (rich kids bitching about shit), OCHAKO (brother/sister dynamic where they bicker and talk in code, thank you Redd and C), Tenya (such a wholesome friendship), Izuku (they would be super close best friends come on), and of course him with Fuyumi and Natsuo having a nice sibling relationship with a hilarious group chat to boot (have you read make this feel like home by carolinaa? If you haven’t, go read it, it’s so good and the group chat they have, that is what I’m talking about, that’s the good stuff.) I like him with class 1A in general (except k*tsuki and m*neta ew gross).

OTP

TodoDeku!!!! This has got to be my favorite ship I’ve had thus far in my fandom experience. Like I’ve had OTPs where I’m absolutely wild for them (fr//–//uk, haru//–//michi, ever//–//lark, ed//–//win) and I’ve given my 110% like I am giving this ship, but like….this ship……..is so damn SOFT. And it gives me the warm fuzzies and it makes me so incredibly stupidly happy and I want them to be happy and they’re just so precious WOW.

nOTP

Mmmm every other ship BUT SPECIFICALLY todoyikes (aka todonono aka todo//–//momo), todo//–//baku, ina//–//todo. These three ships really give me the Stroke^TM feeling like I need a squeeze toy and happy messages when I come across them. Big No Nos. Never mention them to me unless you want to hate on them with me. I would say every other todo ship is my notp, but I can tolerate them, like I’ve seen ships like iida//–//todo and shou//–//chako (went into the tag bc I’m not a fucking coward *five minutes later* haha lmfao never mind), and they’re okay.

random headcanon

I have so many, but one of my favorites is that as a pro hero, he has so much Dad^TM energy and adopts all of his interns and treats them so kindly. He is supportive of their education and growth and basically just wants to see them succeed in life. He loves his interns. they’re all his children.

Another random headcanon is that Shouto has a beautiful singing voice and he got it from his mother. He sings when he feels particularly sad or when he wants to cheer up (himself and his friends and siblings), and he also writes lyrics at times. He is also good at playing guitar, but is shy about expressing these talents, until the izucrew catches him singing in the kitchen while he was cooking one time.

unpopular opinion

I like that he’s oblivious, but also I believe that once he gets older, he is not as dense anymore and learns to pick up on social cues. BUT he likes to pretend to be dense and fuck with people.

song i associate with them

I listen to the OST more often than not and I really like Nevertheless, Go Beyond. That song comes out when he arrives at the battle vs. HKS. It gets me hyped. As for a song with lyrics, I like the song Weak by AJR. It’s really good. There’s an AMV that I’m just like bruh…yes.

favorite picture of them

I love whenever he is on screen because he is so pretty, so basically all of the series is my favorite picture of him.

BUT ALSO

AND THERE’S MORE

DO IT FOR HIM

Tenya

favorite thing about them

HE’S SO EARNEST AND REALLY INTO THINGS LIKE HE GETS ME TO DO THINGS. HE’S ALSO REALLY PROPER??? I LOVE THIS SQUARE BOY. Also his dedication to everything he does, absolutely everything he has ever done has had so much enthusiasm, he’s so passionate. Also him standing up for the girls when m*neta wants to harass them. We stan an icon.

least favorite thing about them

I don’t like that he punched Izuku in that one episode when k*tsuki gets kidnapped and the kids are like “We’re gonna go save him yeet”. I understand where he was coming from, but I still didn’t like that.

favorite line

[To Izuku, holding him back from leaping into danger against AFO] “I will…protect you!”

brOTP

Izuku, Shouto, Momo, Ochako, Aoyama, everyone in class 1A can be in a bromance with him (except k*tsuki and m*neta bc he deserves better).

OTP

Iichako! I love love love them so much. He really cares about her!!! And she really cares about him!!!! I also like him with Momo!!! And Mei!!! And Aoyama!!!

nOTP

With Izuku and Shouto. I just cannot. I think he sees them as brothers more than anything.

random headcanon

He helps his classmates train to improve on their speed and he gives them tips as well as stretching exercises and routines since he knows what to do with speed.

Also when he’s a pro hero, he owns an agency with his brother and they are both the bosses and he takes care of a lot of administrative things, so he may not get to do a lot of hero work like the heroes that work for them, but he does get to go out into the field often and trains interns.

unpopular opinion

Tenya with long hair and an undercut is good. Give it a chance.

song i associate with them

Runnin’ by Adam Lambert is a great song!!!

favorite picture of them

Look at how precious he is!

Ochako

favorite thing about them

I like that she is figuring out how to be her own kind of hero. She also is into self-improvement and I admire that she went to intern under someone like Gun Head to learn hand-to-hand combat! That’s really rad! She’s here to kick all of our asses!

least favorite thing about them

I hate how everyone tells her she has a crush on Izuku instead of her figuring it out on her own without prompting. Like please let her have her character arc without it including her feelings for a guy. Let her have her character development. Let her shine without this coming up for God’s sake. She is such an amazing character and I love her so much. Please I am begging. She deserves her own background and history. I don’t want it to focus on just her feelings. That’s just ugh. it leaves such a bad taste in my mouth, it’s really personal.

favorite line

I can’t remember the lines exactly, but when she’s talking to her dad, that scene really hits me in the heart. That entire conversation, I really felt that. Thanks for the feels, Horikoshi.

brOTP

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE IS SHOUTO AND HER AND I THINK WE ALL KNOW THIS, BUT LET ME JUST SCREAM ABOUT IT FOR A LITTLE MORE. I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH WHAT THE FUCK. THEY HAVE THAT DYNAMIC I DESCRIBED ON MY SHOUTO BROTPS AND LIKE JUST PICTURE THEM HAVING REALLY FUNNY, AGGRESSIVELY FRIENDLY CONVERSATIONS, PLEASE OPEN YOUR 3RD EYE AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING HERE, THEY ARE A GOOD BROTP, THEY ARE BFFS, THEY WOULD LEGIT TAKE A HIT FOR EACH OTHER. I’M ASCENDING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

I also love her with Izuku, Tenya, Eijirou, Tsu, Momo, the rest of the girls, Mei, Aoyama, Tokoyami, pretty much everyone except those two characters I keep mentioning that I don’t like.

OTP

Iichako! But I also like her with Tsu and Momo.

nOTP

Izu//–//Ocha (I have talked about this on my blog and it rings a personal chord with me so I cannot bring myself to like it, plus it feels so forced and I just can’t get into it and I don’t care for it), k*c//–//chako (just no, she deserves so much better than that)

random headcanon

She becomes the combat specialist for the agency she works for in the future. She is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat and trains the heroes and sidekicks. Nobody can beat her. She is the best fighter in the agency. RIP villains and anyone that takes her on. She can even beat Izuku, Shouto, and Tenya, who are arguably super strong and big burly men. She is not smol though. When she’s a pro, she’s ripped, she’s muscular and very agile and quick. Beware of her. Once she enters a fight, she comes out victorious. She will come for your kneecaps.

unpopular opinion

Ochako is fucking feral. Did you see her fight k*tsuki??? She really came for his throat. She should have won. But Horikoshi is a fucking coward. What a shame.

song i associate with them

I like Fight Song by Rachel Platten for her.

favorite picture of them

A PRECIOUS BABY

#shouto todoroki #tenya iida #ochako uraraka #there are ships mentioned here so like yeah be aware of that #bnha #anonymous #alartesdraws #asks #thank you two ohmg alfkajfl #Anonymous

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clericbyers · 5 years

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[ because i couldn't leave this alone, here is part 2 ]

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“Hey.”

Mike looks up from his reading and smiles awkwardly as Robin hovers over him, hands stuffed in her shorts’ pockets with a shy smile on her lips. He scoots over on the bench and watches her settle down before opening his mouth.

“Why are you here?” Robin shrugs in response and Mike frowns. “I’m sure you have better things to do than hang out with a kid.”

“Probably but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hang out with a kid. Especially if that kid is you.” She grins and leans back in her seat with a happy sigh. “You looked like you could use some company is all. It’s no fun sitting in the snow by yourself. If you don’t want me here then—,”

“No!” Mike cries out and then huffs when Robin’s smile grows wider. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself, Buckley. It makes your face look all gross and demented.”

“Love you too, kiddo,” she pats his shoulder and then cocks her head as she inspects him. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”

Mike stiffens. His jaw involuntarily clenches with his fists as his spine hardens and the tension in his shoulders spikes. Robin makes a noise and tilts her head up to the sky. “I know it’s hard,” she begins softly with a voice Mike knows is meant for this particular conversation. “I’ve never been brave enough to tell a girl I like her myself. When you told me you wanted to tell him I was so proud. I still am, even if the words haven’t reached him yet.” Her blue eyes turn to Mike with gentle care echoing in their rich color. “I don’t know Will very much, but if he’s even half a modicum as amazing as you tell me and Steve, he won’t hold this against you.”

“It’s not that,” Mike groans, running hands down his face before tangling them in his curly hair. “I know he won’t hold it against me. I just don’t want to sound like a hopeless romantic in front of him. A pining dipshit with feelings for his best friend who doesn’t share those feelings.”

“Hey, you don’t know if—,”

“Robin,” he hisses as he turns to face her fully. Mike can feel the tears burning in his eyes and he wishes she had left him alone after all. “I know he doesn’t.” Anymore is the important word, but Mike still can’t get the word out. It would be a lot easier to deal with his feelings if he knew Will never reciprocated them. His throat tightens around that seven-letter word—anymore—reminding Mike that Will is over him, Will doesn’t have a crush on him now, Will is past the stage of affection Mike is currently stuck in. “I can’t—I can’t tell him. I can’t let him know I’m never gonna get past this…this crush I have on him.”

“You’re young! Time is on your side. You’ll get over him, let the ship sail on by.”

“That’s the problem: I can’t!” Mike can feel the tears spilling over, running ribbons down his freckled cheeks as desperation takes hold of his heart. “I can’t get over what I feel and I never want him to know I’m too weak to move on. I don’t even think it’s a crush anymore.” His voice falls to a barely-there whisper. “I think I love him.”

Robin pulls Mike into a hug and caresses his back as he silently cries into her shoulder. Mike has a clear thought for a moment, ever so thankful that Steve befriended Robin and the girl trusted him enough and saw her own struggle in him when he spent hours at the rental store rambling about Will, Will, Will. “Mike,” Robin starts after the boy manages to stop sniffling, “I say tell him anyway. Let him know you’ll always love him.”

Mike nods lightly and sends Robin a shaky watery smile that makes her laugh and ruffle his hair.

After taking a few more minutes to calm down and talk about something else with Robin, Mike makes his way back home where he knows Will is located. During the bike ride to his place, Mike builds up his courage to say something but the moment Will opens the door and grins at Mike as he sets his bike down, all courage leaves his soul in a flash of lightning. Will is—Will is everything; he is strong and gentle, caring and adorable, eyes tinted soft with affection and cheeks rosy with adoration. He’s wearing one of Mike’s oversized sweaters and it slides over his shoulders and pools over hands until just the tips of his fingers are peaking through. Will may have had a growth spurt in the time he was gone but Mike is still a good few inches taller than the other boy.

Right now, the size difference between them seen so blatantly in Will wearing his clothing is making Mike’s knees shaky. He offers Will a smile and whizzes past him in an effort to get to the couch before his legs give out. Mike only looks over once he feels the cushion beside him dip from added weight. Will is still everything and Mike’s heart speeds its frantic pace.

“Did you have a good walk?” the brunette asks with genuine curiosity in his tone.

Mike nods. “Y-yeah, yes, it was good. Grand. A good walk. I, uh, ran into Robin. Well, she ran into me when I sat down to read this X-Men comic.”

“Oh,” Will reaches over Mike to pluck the paper from where Mike had unconsciously placed it at his other side. Mike wonders if death by smiting would be less painful than Will half on his lap while he’s mentally making a checklist of all the reasons why Will Byers deserves nothing but good in the world for the rest of time.

“It’s a good issue.” Mike rambles on. “There’s some Thor universe things in there. The Alpha Flight team. Have you read X-Men and Alpha Flight? It’s good. Loki is the bad guy in this one though.”

“Yeah, being a bad guy is his role,” Will laughs and flips through the issue. “Uncanny X-Men Giant-Sized Annual. Can I read it at some point?”

Mike nods stupidly. “Of course. It’s yours as much as it’s mine.” He makes a vague motion toward his room. “I also have some Alpha Flight issues if you don’t want to listen to me explain things for you to help you understand.”

Will shrugs and places the comic issue down. “I don’t mind listening to you talk, Mike. I miss listening to you a lot actually.”

“I wish calling wasn’t so expensive,” Mike whispers hoarsely, staring into his lap for reasons he can’t explain. “I miss your voice, too.”

A nudge at his shoulder makes Mike look over and his breath catches when he locks eyes with Will. Will who is sitting so close, Will with soft pink lips begging for Mike to kiss and cherish with his own. Mike bolts from his seat and grabs at his hair with a strangled cry. He can’t take this anymore.

“Mike?” Will questions carefully with concern in his eyes and it breaks Mike in half.

“Will, please don’t hate me but I’m a thousand percent sure I’m in love with you but I can’t stop feeling this way. I’ve been trying for months; I’m so sorry.” Mike’s voice shakes and he wants to take a breath for air but he knows if he stops now he’ll never open his mouth to talk about this again. “I’m sorry I only realized this after you left and that I hurt you letting you believe you I could never like you in the way you desired and—,”

Mike comes to a sudden stop when Will presses his hand to the babbling boy’s mouth. He’s half tempted to lick Will’s hand but the seriousness in those green hazel eyes keeps Mike’s tongue at bay. Will’s hand moves from his mouth anyway, carefully cupping his cheek as a loose grin curls his lips.

“Sometimes I wonder how I came to love someone so dense like you,” he laughs and Mike scowls but feels his cheeks heating with blush. “I said I used to have a crush on you, not that I fell out of love.”

“Isn’t that the same?”

Will shakes his head. “When you love someone as long as I have loved you, the childish feelings eventually fade away.” He shrugs and rubs his thumb against Mike’s cheekbone. “I’m no longer embarrassed about what’s left behind because what’s left behind is simply me. Loving you is, well, my best me. Returned feelings is optional but I’m super happy you like me, too.”

Mike wants to cry. “You could have told me you love me instead of saying you don’t have a crush! I was scared you were gonna think I’m an idiot for having a juvenile crush on you.”

“You are an idiot but not for liking me,” snorts Will but not even the unappealing snort can wipe the wide grin off his face. Mike feels like the sun is shining directly on him. “I’m sorry I worded my confession weird. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable if I confessed to loving you so I left that part out.”

“Lying by omission is still lying, Byers.”

“To quote my dear sister, ‘boyfriends lie,’ Wheeler.”

Mike shoves Will’s shoulder with a guffaw before plopping back onto the couch. Will sits beside him chuckling under his breath, curling his feet under his legs as he presses up against Mike with the X-Men comic in hand. Mike turns his head to press his lips to the top of Will’s head before snaking an arm around his shoulders. “You’re wearing my sweater.”

“It got cold in here after your folks left to get party supplies for New Years.” Both boys know what the cold does to Will, so Mike doesn’t question and only kisses Will’s head again to hide a happy smile at how the smaller boy turned to Mike’s clothing for comfort. Will points to the annual issue and nudges Mike’s side. “Newly minted boyfriend of mine, would you care to explain the Alpha Team to me so I can read this?”

Boyfriend. Mike Wheeler is Will Byers’ boyfriend. He can barely contain his glee.

“It would be my pleasure,” Mike replies with a posh accent he would take on to talk as random travelers the Party would run into during Dungeons and Dragons campaigns. Will laughs and the warmth that floods Mike’s body sizzles away any lingering concerns.

“Goddamn, I love you,” wheezes Will as he snuggles closer into Mike’s side.

“Yeah, me too,” is his easy effortless reply before launching into a explanation of the Alpha Team’s creation.

(It’s while he’s explaining how the Team was originally just in X-Men comics for Wolverine’s backstory that Mike remembers reading that issue with Will years back and thus, Will knows this information already. Mike just barely hides his grin and simply continues to honor Will’s request. Even if the request was only made to hear Mike’s soothing voice and nothing more.)

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qhostqizmo · 4 years

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Three months of winter

And a lifetime of love

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It took restraint to hold her tongue. As much as she wanted to be childish and plead he stay, Essätha knew he would delicately turn her down. It was his duty and his right to the people of their town; they did not name him the Protector of Briarton in addition to his title of lordship for showmanship. If he stayed inside just because she asked, what sort of message were they sending to those who depended on their aid? Even if she could sway him, they would both have to swallow their guilt knowing they let the public down.

Though she knew better than to look, her eyes skirted over towards the window. The snow was still coming down rapidly; wind howling against the shutters and causing the eaves to creak. She shuddered deep in her chilled bones and huddled the dense fabric of her cloak around her a shoulders a little tighter to her face. The golden embroidery stitched around the trimmed edges tickled her nose, producing a stifled sneeze.

A resounding echo of footsteps echoed in the foyer as her nobleman hurried through; his heavy boots laced and a mountain of thick apparel buckled and strapped across his chest. He offered her a smile as he caught her gaze. There was a shine of adoration in his eyes that couldn’t be denied.

“I’ll be home before you know it, Essie” he promised.

Her willpower unraveled; just a smidgen, but it was enough. She could feel the pout pulling at her lower lip that she quickly hid beneath the edge of her cloak.

“I will hold you on your word, m’lord.”

Amon snorted playfully at her fierce disposition. In the reflection of his dark eyes, she could see how she looked: an unimpressive woman, her eyes slightly narrowed, mess of ebony hair, and the cloak; which had been tailored wider in length to bundle around herself, covering her puckered sulky lips. She didn’t look like much, but she held more sway and power in her words than many knew. Even more when it came to the gentleman before her.

He stepped closer. Her eagerness to meet him was too much; bounding forward a step right into his open arms as he chuckled with mirth. She snuggled into his embrace; wrapped up in the atmosphere of home that surrounded him. He smelled like frigid winter months: vetiver, smoked wood, and cardamom with a hint of cinnamon. His grip tightened on her as she pressed her face into the collar of his shirt, trying to make the moment last and inhale his cologne in her lungs.

“I’ll be fine,” he assured her, a wavering tone in his voice. Doubt. She had seeded an uneasiness in him to let her go.

Not wanting to hinder him from obligations any further, Essie relaxed her grip and leaned back to peer up at him. “I know you will. The weather’s just awful, and I don’t want you to catch a chill…”

“I’ve got thick blood.”

Her complexion soured at his mischievous grin. Scoffing gently, she reached up to run her fingers through his mane of black hair; the occasional ashen hue peaking out with age.

“Please don’t keep me waiting in worry all night, beloved.”

“Not if it can be helped, darling.”

The soft light in his gaze upon her make her heart stutter. It was not a play off the torches in the house, it was something more than that. A spark inside him she knew well, and loved immensely and without limit.

Leaning into his chest, she met him for a brief peck on the lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Grabbing the fur-lined flaps of his hat, she tugged at them to cover more of his ears. Amon finally released her, still grinning despite how she insisted on pawing his layers to make sure he was covered. He was incredibly patient with her fussing, she’d give him that.

Before he could reach for the door latch to escape, Essätha wrapped her arm around his.

“Wait!”

He stalled, frozen like a statue. It was hard to tell he was breathing between the jerkin and coat and his own heavy cloak, but his eyes sparkled with signs of life as he glanced to her.

Swiftly, she tugged the scarf free from around her throat, and wrapped it around his. It was a heavy, dense fabric; dull and plain grayish in color with the ends coiled into knots.

“Stay warm,” she pleaded, knowing there was not much more he could do to accomplish this request.

Still, he smiled back at her. Resting a gloved hand to her cheek, her nobleman leaned in to lightly kiss her hairline. “The thought of you will will keep me so,” Amon encouraged her quietly, tucking the ends of the neck wrap into his coat. “And so will this.”

His charm made her flush, and momentarily forget the world. It wasn’t until he opened the door; or more, the wind thrust it open as he turned the handle that worry sank into her stomach once again.

If not for the blizzard-like conditions blanketing the world it white, it would be black as ink at this late hour. Still, showing no fear towards the frostbitten-like temperature and his cloak billowing, Lord Amon stepped outside to greet the three men waiting near the manor gates. The heavy iron was wedged open in at least a foot of snow that had fallen already, and their steads seemed restless in the whiteout.

Amon shut the door behind him forcibly. The last spiraling snowflakes landed at Essie’s feet, in her hair, and along her clothes silently.

With her teeth chattering violently, the noblewoman sniveled. She bowed her head, accepting fate as it was, and shuffled in the direction of the kitchen where she knew the housemaids would be waiting, steaming coco in hand.

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Leading Maestro through the gates, the horse huffed and whinnied as they approached the stables. Amon found he had to hold one arm up to keep the brutal winds from slicing across his face, and his hand felt numb with the reigns wrapped in them. He was thankful the beast at his side had such a strong and steady disposition; it wouldn’t take much for it to pull free now if it grew tired of his pace in the heavy snow crunching underfoot and throw him to the ground.

Snow had been blown up and piled against the building, much to his alarm. Luckily, there was still a bright glow coming from it, and a chimney stack was billowing out heavy black smoke. Stumbling his way inside, a pair of stableboys jumped at his presence.

“L-Lord Amon-”

“Sir-”

They scrambled away from the fire, apologizing profusely for not hearing his approach. He grunted, having not the voice in his winded state fighting the growing storm to speak. His entire body ached from the ride, and the cold, and his shoulder felt stiffer than ever. If he’d wanted to shout to be heard it would have been a waste of breath. They’d not have heard in the current weather of the battering winds screaming outside.

The two lads offered him a place by the fire to warm, which he declined with a shake of his head. He leaned over, brushing snow off of Maestro as they lead the equine towards a stall. Some of the horses, the nobleman realized, had been put together to try keeping them warm, and closer to the sole heat source in the building. The creatures seemed content enough for him not to argue with the worker’s decisions. He’d have to see to giving the two young men a raise for their dedication in these circumstances; tending to livestock in a space such as this, where some of the wind was sure to sneak in, was surely horrendous.

Stepping back outside, Amon bared his teeth against the fierce snowblast instantly hitting him in the face. The damn wild animals they’d had to fight out of the town’s food stores had seemed less problematic then this hellish pale landscape.

If it wasn’t for the estate’s size, he wondered if he’d been able to find home at all. The building was a dark splotch against the haze of white blotting his vision. With his boots sinking into the drift, he swayed, and made his way forcibly and with determination towards the frontdoor. It may just be his imagination, but for a split second, he thought he saw movement or a silhouette in the utmost bedroom window.

With shivers cascading down his spine, the nobleman lunged for the heavy oak door as he finally staggered towards the manor. It flew open with ease, sending a small flurry sweeping in as he gasped for warmer air. It filled his lungs; burning them with a new feeling of warmer temperatures rather than just icicles.

From the hall, a parade of footsteps came flying along. He had barely turned, shoving his shoulder against the door to force it to catch before the heavy sound of breathing caught his attention.

“M’lord!”

Baffled and bewildered, he slumped against the door to turn towards his title.

“Oh gods, my love are you okay?”

He blinked. He blinked once more. When his eyes could refocus to colors once more instead of the stark contrast of black and white, he saw golden suns shining upon him. His world made up of not just one, but two such fiery golden balls of light. They were her eyes, bright and promising.

Essätha yanked the hat off his head first. He let out a faint groan, grateful that she was too preoccupied to notice. His head was throbbing from the sudden changes in climate and pressure, and his sinuses hurt.

She shoved his cloak off, which was weighted with wet snow. With fingers more dexterous than his at the moment, Essie worked on unlatching his belt and snagging free all his straps and buckles and buttons, freeing him of a coat, a jerkin, and a scratchy wool cover. He kept his weight pressed to the door, trying to catch his breath as she tossed aside hides and piles of clothes soaked through with sweat and chilled snowmelt.

“You are freezing,” she murmured uneasily, kneeling down to work on unlacing his boots.

Amon grunted. The proud part of him wanted to gently shoo her off; she was not his caretaker and it was both humiliating and disheartening to see her act as such. His head, however, was still pounding and his bad shoulder was now laced with icey-fire shards of agony stabbing through it.

“Why were’t you ‘n bed?” he slurred stupidly through clattering teeth. “I’s late.”

Frantically working on his frozen shoes, his dear wife shook her head. “How was I supposed to sleep without you? The bed’s cold without you in it. I was worried sick, and I had to keep the fireplace burning for when you arrived.”

He stepped out of his footwear, wincing at his aching heels. To his surprise and guilty relief, Essie helped drag off his double-layer pair of thick socks, and had left a pair of house slippers near the front door for his return to step into. There were dry, and far warmer and gentler alternative than the cold stone floors.

Essätha finally jumped up, huffing almost as much as he was. Her gaze flew over him; down his damp underclothes and up towards his face. She reached for his hands, tearing off his gloves. They hit the floor with a wet slap of fabric.

Warmth suddenly spread through his fingertips. He watched, eyes rounding as shimmering clouds of magic bloomed from her tender hands around his. His gaze snapped to her face, seeing how she mouthed the strange ancient draconian words of old. Carefully, she brought his hands closer to her chest, blowing her warm breath upon them as she vigorously rubbed her dainty fingers against his rough hands. Magic flared up between their palms with each summoning of prestidigitation, making more than just their exchanged touches feel warm.

Amon swallowed against the lump in his throat. This sweet, gentle woman pulled at his heartstrings in ways there were not words for. She was such an incredibly beautiful soul; as beautiful as she herself looked now, disheveled with worry and exhaustion, wearing only plain sleepwear and a cloak. The world wasn’t made for those of such kindness; yet she held strong to such mundane gestures of compassion and love with everyone she met and cared for. She was a beacon of kindness, and far more affectionate and gentle with even wild, rough, stubborn things like him than deserved.

“Essie…”

She ignored him, continuing to rub his hands and focus on her casting.

“Essätha.”

Her eyes finally slid back up to meet his. She released his hands, reaching for the scarf around his neck to unwind it. Her tongue ran against her lower lip as she concentrated on removing the garment with care.

Amon reached out slowly, and took hold of her hand before she could retreat. With her eyes moving back to meet his, he press his lips against her wrist delicately. The flutter of her pulse greeted him as his lips lingered, watching the dusky glow of pink bloom on her features.

“Thank you,” he whispered gruffly, and with feeling.

There was that smile; soft edges, a little shy, romantic, and endearing. It felt like a solar flare spiraling in his chest, burning molten magma through his veins.

“Anything for you, m’lord Amon,” she murmured. With her free hand, she reached up to run her fingers against the scruffy sideburns. Her touch was feverish with more than just magic. He sighed dreamily despite himself, his eyes turning to slits.

Essie’s smile faded into a worrying frown once more as she brushed ice and snow that had froze into the curls of his beard.

“Come, lets get you upstairs by the hearth.”

He hummed a note of approval, letting go of her arm. She stepped closer; the smell of patchouli, jasmine and vanilla perfuming her skin. His blood grew hotter, wanting to drag her into his arms and bury his face in her throat, run his nose up her jawline, and nuzzle into her mess of dark curls. The thought of holding her along made him dizzy and drunk with euphoria.

Essätha tentatively slid an arm around him for support, resting a hand at his back. He cautioned his steps not to lean into her as they made their way through the manor, and the stairwell. It was harder not to press closer just for the sheer thrill of it; the brush of her close to him.

She was trembling by the time they reached the room. He pried himself free doubtfully from her side, welcoming the sight of a roaring fire.

“Your skin’s cold as ice,” his wife complained, briskly rubbing her arms as she began to pull up a pile of blankets from the sofa.

“I’m sorry.” He rubbed his arms self-consciously. So much for the idea of cuddling his wife. He knew how sensitive she was to frosty mornings, let alone a snowstorm such as this.

Shaking her head, Essie indicated at the couch with her pointer finger. “Sit my love; please.”

Obediently, he followed her polite command. Caesar; spread out like a massive rug before the fire, lifted his head. The old boy huffed at him tiredly, and rolled over to warm his other side without much more of a greeting.

Amon sat quietly. Another pang of shame stabbed him, observing his wife as she carefully sat a few more dry logs along the fire. She tended to it with the poker; moving around the ashes and wood so that the bright glow of red and orange burned brighter and hotter. When she was satisfied with the roaring flames now fanning high into the chimney shaft, she stepped around the behemoth of dog to join him on the sofa.

His brow knit. “Did you ever go to bed?”

“No; I’ve been waiting,” Essie reminded him, a stubbornness in her voice. She shimmied her way across the couch cushions until she was against his side. “Raise your arm.”

He did so, hesitantly. She slid into her place at his side, where she belonged. A shiver cascaded down his spine. She hoisted up one blanket and pelt after another that had been strewn aside, dragging them across their huddled frames until they were hardly more than heads poking out of a fort of furs. She snuggled herself up closer, resting her head against his breast with her chin settled against his collarbone. The fire played across her iris in the most mesmerizing view. He offered her a crooked grin.

With a knowing only she seemed to understand, her hands slid across his chest. She settled one on each shoulder. Her thumb stroked the side of his neck on one side. Her other hand moved against his bad shoulder, making him wince.

“Sorry, m’lord.”

“It’s alright; it’s just tight right now.”

“Would it be better if I get your balm to rub against it.”

He gave a shake of his head, closing his eyes with a sigh. “It can wait, I promise. We just got comfortable; there’s no rush.”

A breeze of air from her uncertain huff brushed against his throat. He designated to ignore it this time, allowing himself to dissolve beneath her palms and fingers as she brought warmth back into his skin. Her touch was fire; branding him. He was marked as hers, and hers alone. The nobleman groaned heavily, tension gradually ebbing away from his body.

The peaceful silence resumed. Essie dedicated herself to quietly casting and drawing warmth into him once more; her hands running along his skin and attire. The sound of the hearthfire cracking and popping added a nice ambiance, but couldn’t completely cut out the sound of the wind and large sections of snow falling off of the roof. If it kept coming like this, the town was going to be shut in for a few days unless the weather turned. Opening an eye to, Amon gazed at his wife. Not the worst alternative…

Raising his arm up from the mass gravity of blankets pinning him down, the nobleman swept waves out of Essätha’s face and off her neck. She smiled at him, puzzled as her hands kneaded his shoulders.

Swallowing thickly, Amon pulled the fabric away from her shoulder, and leaned in to brush his lips against bare skin. She inhaled sharply, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he dragged his mouth over her scales, and kissed there next. He kissed his way from her shoulder, up her neck, to the shell of her ear as her breath quickened into panting gasps.

Licking the side of her neck, he huskily rasped in the curls by her ear: “I have an idea on how we can warm up faster, if you’re interested…?”

With a shudder she arched, letting out a breathy groan. “Yes…”

Slipping his hands beneath the blankets, he smothered his hands down her sides. The fan of her lashes fluttered, and she dragged out title in a whimper as he settled on her hips. Drawing upward, the nobleman encircled his hands around her waist and dragged her over until her legs straddled him, and she rested comfortably over the bulge in his trousers.

“Good girl,” he praised, drawing his mouth against her exposed throat.

“Amon…”

Winter outside howled in protest; left forgotten as he slid his hands beneath the hem of her nightshirt.

“I’ll keep you warm, darling,” he promised, softly coming up to mouth the words against her lips.

She shivered with anticipation, her grip tightening on his shoulders. “Please, my beloved Amon…”

The embers snapped along splintered wood, draping shadows and light across two framed bodies in the sitting room as layers blankets and clothes fell away along the arms of the chair and floor.

Summer had found its way to thrive inside the manor yet.

#qhost story #OTP: Essamon #Essatha Meduza #Amon Illiad #softly written #this is *chef kiss* a nice soft spot in my heart

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vagrantblvrd · 4 years

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I’m too tired to turn Brain Plot into Fic right now?

But I really kind of want that AU that’s basically this?

But also werewolves.

Or like, at least a werewolf, and then like. Random were-creatures.

Because reasons.

Just Geoff going off to some tiny town somewhere because a relative left him this property that no one else in his family wants anything to do with, right?

Rundown farmhouse on this plot of land and of all the things in his dead relative’s will this is the one thing no one’s fighting over so it goes to Geoff.

(Because reasons? IDK)

Anyway.

There’s this clause in the will that whoever inherits it has to idk, live there themselves for a set amount of time before they just sell the damn place off. (Something, something, something Plot Reasons.)

So Geoff takes time off his job or maybe he just got laid off, something that gets him to go to this tiny little mountain town, right? (Plot reasons???)

ANYWAY.

Geoff goes there and it’s like. Typical small town USA with the everything in all those movies and television shows. (Places you drive through on your way to somewhere kind of deal.)

Scenic and all, what with it being fall and leaves turning colors and mountains and that lake not too far away.

Geoff’s like, huh, because it’s been a long time since he’s really been out to Nature and the whatnot.

...But he’s not here for funtimes, right? Gotta deal with this property he finds himself responsible for or whatever.

Gets himself a room at the local bed and breakfast (tiny town, sure, but they get tourists in every so often because, again, scenic as hell?) and anyway, Plot Reasons.

Talks to the waitress at the diner and a few others around town before heads up to the farmhouse and whatnot.

Finds out the farmhouse is supposed to be haunted or something, right? Haunted or cursed or whatever, and that’s why his relatives wanted nothing to do with it.

Which.

What the hell, you know? He’s pretty sure ghosts aren’t real, and is kind of ify on curses or what have you because he’s seen some weird shit.

The haunted.cursed rumors don’t make much sense as to why no one in his family wants the place because Geoff knows for a fact the usual suspects who should have grabbed the farmhouse and sold it off for monies don’t believe in ghosts and the like, so something is fishy.

(Said usual suspects DID try to sell the place off/find interested buyers but everyone backed out last minute and it was just too much trouble to deal with or whatever.)

ANYWAY.

Geoff is like okay, whatever, because people are weird and so was his dead relative. (Kind of hopes whoever his relative was they weren’t like a secret serial killer or something else super creepy and terrifying.)

Goes up to the farmhouse and it’s kind of rundown. Not quite to the point of being all ramshackle and the whatnot, just.

Neglected.

Sitting on some lovely real estate with a great view of the area and less of a farmhouse and more of a cabin with a decent amount of land to it.

Some old chicken coups and patches of land that were clearly used for a vegetable patch or two. Forest taking over the lager fields or whatever used to be there and this river that cuts through the property at some point.

(Natural pool not too far from the farmhouse/cabin and fed from mountain runoff and look, just. All the pretties you’d expect to find in a situation like this.)

Geoff is even more huh because he’s super stressed from current living conditions and the whatnot and this is somewhere he wouldn’t mind settling down One Day.

Just let all his hermit-y tendencies out to play and live in some quiet,out of the way place, you know?

Maybe take up writing the way he’s always wanted or just do nothing for the rest of his life but enjoy life? (Novel concept, that.)

Plot happens and he ends up fixing the farmhouse/cabin up himself.

Because Reasons.

Figures in some roundabout way it might help find someone willing to take the place off his hands or some other fuzzy reasoning in Geoff’s mind.

(Keeps telling him not to get attached to the place or the ~quirky people in town because he won’t be sticking around, you know?)

While Geoff’s working on the place he notices weird shit?

Like this fuckoff huge wolf that lurks around the farmhouse/cabin the first few nights he’s up there fixing it up.

Decides he might as well save money by living in the farmhouse/cabin while he fixes it up instead of staying at the bed and breakfast or whatever, right? The place isn’t that bad off he can’t rough it a few nights before he gets the plumbing and whatnot in order again.

At first the damn thing’s kind of off-putting? Huge and creepy and menacing and he spends some time in town asking around about wolves in the area/going to the library a bigger town over to research when he gets vague answers and shrugs from the locals.

(No history of wolves in the area and whatnot, but there’s a national park nearby and maybe the wolves are starting to venture lower down to hunt or something? Probably nothing though, no need to worry about it.)

Doesn’t get the answers he’s looking for but the wolf doesn’t seem to be a problem. Curious if anything, sniffing around and nosing at the stack of lumber and building materials Geoff has sitting around, so he stops worrying.

Throws himself into fixing the place up, heading into town every so often for supplies or just a meal or two at the diner.

Goes to the general store - actual general store, what even is this town? - and makes friend with the owner who is this totally unfairly attractive guy with a nice voice and decent face (decent, ha, Geoff’s so fucked) and just.

Yeah. That Ryan guy’s real nice.

And then flirting and weirdness and Geoff stops lying to himself about selling the place off because he’s not that dense, okay.

Really likes the place and the people in town.

Also, that day he goes to the general store for “supplies” and finds out Ryan has these tiny chickens for whatever reason.

(Someone traded chicks for supplies - no explanation as to how they came by said chicks in the first place, Because Reasons, and Ryan’s a goddamned soft touch. Now he’s got fucking baby chickens running around his store and this adorably baffled look on his face as to what the hell he’s going to do with them now?)

Geoff is just laughing at him chasing after the “chicken nuggets on legs” and Geoff gets bamboozled into taking them because there are chicken coops iup at the farmhouse/cabin and Ryan’s looking a little wild-eyed and Geoff, too, is a soft touch.

So, you know.

Geoff becomes a simple chicken farmer on top of everything else.

And then he realizes Ryan’s the stupid wolf/werewolf that’s been loitering about his property and the whatnot.

At first curious/wary at this latest stranger to show up about the place? And then worried because Geoff seemed kind of hapless/lost about the whole Thing.

And then just.

Lovesick idiot pining from the literal pine (trees, because forest?) and whatnot and also other things where Geoff realizes the whole town knows about Ryan and also he’s not the only were-creatures around?

Veterinarian Lindsay with the “office cats” that are always around when Gavin and Michael aren’t.

God knows what Gavin does but Michael’s this general handyman sort/part-time EMT person maybe??? (Look idk okay.)

Meg who does Something that’s never clearly explained but kind of terrifies Geoff because wow, okay, wow. (Also Lindsay, Gavin, and Michael are no help in they offer vague explanations as to why she travels so much and kind of make it sound like she’s either some kind of assassin? But that would be crazy, so. Yeah. He doesn’t want to know.)

And like.

Other things???

IDK.

Jack with his diner and maybe Jeremy with a garage if he’s not a cook at the diner.

Possibly other werewolves but definitely a little black fox whenever Trevor’s around and just.

Geoff not batting an eye when there’s a scratching at his farmhouse/cabin door and opens it to werewolf Ryan with a (no pun intended) hangdog look on his face because he lost track of time/whatever and oops, date night is ruined because full moon?

(And then cuddles on Geoff’s couch with dinner and Netflix or whatever and Geoff grumbling about Ryan’s stupid fur getting everywhere while Ryan is all :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD because he’s kind of an asshole and also stupidly in love. And Geoff just sighing because he, too, is stupidly in love with this asshole.)

The only weird thing is how many goddamned chickens he ends up having because Ryan never learns to say no to that one customer. (And Geoff never learns to say o to Ryan and have it stick, so. Yeah. ALL the chickens, and thankfully they’re just normal chickens and not one of his neighbors because talk about awkward if that was the case.)

#ramwood #ragehappy #i just want all the soft aus with these assholes #also werewolves i guess?#idk #too many romcoms in my life okay #also #yes #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#technically not a fic #vagrant fic #werewolves #were-creatures #there's a lot going on

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nomnomsik · 5 years

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To Catch a Dream - (9)

Summary: It’s difficult for Yoongi, who’s completely infatuated with you, to quietly remain your college friend. With a slow appearance of unusual tendencies in him, he realizes what he needs to do to attain his dream. However, jealousy and possession are universal in everyone.

A/N: Jimin takes the wheel for this chapter. But don’t worry, Yoongi and him have a very important conversation.

Word Count: 2.1K

Trigger warning: bullying, implied violence, slight dysphoria, profanity. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.

“Hyung~”

A soft voice came out from the soft silk sheets of the king sized bed, a pillow falling onto the carpet flooring.

“Hmm?” Jimin answered, pulling the soft blanket over his bare and toned chest. The younger boy stared at his bicep, gulping before grabbing onto his side.

“You're leaving already?” The boy had an adorable pout on his face, the blankets not covering enough of his naked skin.

“Yeah. Sorry about that baby.” Jimin cooed gently, tucking the blankets over the younger boy's body as he himself hopped off the bed and buttoned up a dress shirt.

The younger boy watched in awe as he stared at Jimin’s back, his shirt somewhat transparent. The muscle was impressive and the boy could feel his excitement build up in his stomach as Jimin pulled up his tight leather pants and slipped into his jacket.

The boy turned around, fully submerging himself as one with the bed.

“Mmm, okay. Don't forget to text me later, hyung.”

The boy turned over onto his back, waving his hand up in the air as Jimin prepared to leave the room of his secret lover.

Jimin smiled.

“Okay, I'll remember. Love you.”

“Love you too, hyung~”

Jimin stepped out of the apartment building, entering the facility’s garage and starting up the engine to his motorbike. With a click of his helmet, he unmounted the vehicle and shifted the bike into neutral. Holding the clutch lever down, he listened to the sound of the engine as it fired up. A smile graced his lips as he was off onto the road, the wind hitting his body and blowing his jacket behind him.

Within minutes, he was back home, the lush green grass perfectly cut to the strand. With a harsh slam, Jimin burst through the front entrance of his home. His grandiose arrival echoed within the two million dollar property of his home, his feet trudging up the stairs. He didn’t even make it to his own room when his mother came up to him.

“Son!” His mother spat in irritation. “What do you think you're doing making such a fuss around here?”

At first, Jimin stared expressionless at her, his hands shoved in each pocket of his tight pants. With a pair of shades that decorated his face and his hair parted to the side, he emitted a dominating aura. Fed up, Jimin pushed past her and shut himself in his room.

He fell onto his single bed, the heavy layers of blankets cushioning the blow.

“Should I just skip?” He muttered, bringing the bright screen of his phone up to his face.

I can’t get her stupid face out of my head. I miss them. Why did we have to split up like this?

Jimin let out a frustrated groan, ruffling his blonde hair and throwing his phone onto his pillow. He brought the back of his arm to his face as he covered his eyes, his feet falling off the end of his bed. He took several minutes of contemplation before he slowly sat up straight.

“Screw it.”

Jimin grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he stormed out of his room. When he passed his mother, he caught her look of disappointment before she turned away. Slipping on his pair of Prada, he opened the front door and left.

The campus was empty as usual when he arrived. At this time, about everyone was in class. It didn’t help him and his dysphoria that it was filled to the brim with smart and rich students, hoping to succeed their parents, walk in the same steps, their future laid out for them like that. Jimin didn’t want anything like that. He wanted to be free, perfectly content on living off each paycheck if he had fun.

It pained his heart when he looked at the boy who admired and looked up to him, knowing that he would do anything to stay with him when he couldn’t. As long as he was tied to his family, he could never leave. He would end up hating his family, spiting them to the end as he destroyed himself from the inside. Rip his hair out, his voice, and his eyes when they were no longer able to produce the tears that would make things feel a bit better.

Completely trapped in a torrent of thoughts, he didn’t even notice his feet had guided him into the math building. He let out a sigh, but carried on, catching a few people huddling outside his math class.

Jimin and his bright outside personality could quickly capture the audience, understanding the situation. He pulled up to a younger male who stood near the classroom door, starting up a conversation.

“What’s going on here?” He gave a sweet smile to the kid, his shades still covering his eyes. The boy didn’t look at him at first, but when he did, his jaw almost fell. Jimin couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction, giving him a show and brushing his hand through his hair.

“O-oh, umm… I heard that there’s this group a-arguing. Apparently, someone sent it to one of the group chats and everyone knows now.”

Ah. Kids and their need to gossip about everything.

“Thanks.” Jimin gave him a fistbump before joining the crowd as he listened to the conversation within the class. Although it was his own calculus class, barging in at this moment was the wrong decision to make. Jimin had a grin planted on his face; the enjoyment of listening to other people bicker gave him a sense of superiority. The first task was to know who exactly is argu-

“How could you say that?!” A voice yelled, breaking through the silence. Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, the loud shout penetrating his ears. He tightly gripped his fingers as he bit his lip. There was no mistaking it. It was your voice. The pain it carried split open his heart as he heard the intensity of your whimpering and wavering.

“We’re actually not wrong though.” A girl broke in with a slam on the table that echoed out of the class and into the hallway. “We’re all tired of your standards for this project. We’re not perfect, y/n!”

“It’s probably because she’s richy rich.” A murmur left the lips of a male with a scoff that joined afterward.

“Wha- What the heck are you actually talking about? Everyone’s family here makes almost six figures. You’re delusional thinking I have an advantage in something.”

“Y/n, just shut up really. If you’re that oblivious to the reputation and prestige of your family-” The girl sighed. “You’re so fucking privileged.” She seethed.

The classroom got quiet, the people standing outside, including Jimin nervous, anticipating the next words. Jimin felt his hand twitch, the need to open and burst through that damn door killing him. But, he couldn’t.

“I-I don't get handed everything.” You choked. Jimin could hear your voice on the verge of breaking before you broke down in tears.

“Just shut up!” The girl shouted, a crumpled sound of paper seeping out from the door. “Imagine thinking that when you’re dating the only child of the Min family! Unbelievable.”

Another voice joined in, more reserved and analytical. “Y/n, you do know that your family can just pick the whoever they want you to marry right? That’s just how powerful they are. It’s the aura that surrounds them. Nobody would be crazy enough to decline. They would have to be dumb.”

“W-what are you guys…”

“Your family picked the Min’s you idiot!” The girl cried out at your denseness. “Do you have any comprehension skills?! Imagine the most notable family in our fucking town marrying the family that’s right under them! And if you don’t call that privilege, you’re an idiot!”

The next thing Jimin knew, the door to the classroom slammed open, revealing your crying figure. Tears streamed down your face as you ran past the crowd that had surrounded the door. Jimin watched as you pushed through, your eyes and nose red. Everyone watched you stormed out, Jimin the only one following you behind.

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The older male stood in front of him, his face expressionless.

“You look like you’re about to kill me.” Jimin snickered, ushering Yoongi to take a seat in the library. “Where did my best friend Yoongi go?” Jimin stared deep into his eyes, the black mask covering over his friend’s mouth.

“Jimin what did you call me for?” Yoongi replied bluntly, his hands tightening around the straps of his bag.

“I was there when they made her cry,” Jimin replied, staring off into the distance.

With a slam of the table, Yoongi’s interest was piqued. “Who?!”

Suppressing a grin, Jimin took a look at his friend. “And if I told you…what would you do about it?”

Yoongi didn’t answer back, his mouth falling a bit open before he shut it completely. It was like Yoongi was caught red-handed with his plan. Yet, he never broke away from his eyes, throwing Jimin off at his unusual confidence. Jimin snickered at his reaction, playing with his fingers.

Love makes you stupidly confidence.

Yoongi’s dark strands of hair covered parts of his eyes as he kept eye contact with Jimin. The chubbiness of his cheeks and the subtle flutter of his eyelashes caught his eyes. Yoongi seemed oblivious to just how attractive and feminine he looked. Jimin looked away first, a warmth spreading over his body.

“I’ll tell you their names. Don’t worry about it.” Jimin broke in, resting his head on his elbow.

“Why are you telling me this?” Yoongi questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Because I know what you’re going to do… And I want you to do it.” Jimin continued, meeting Yoongi’s dark stare.

“And what am I going to do?”

“Revenge. Sweet revenge.” Jimin smiled. “We’re not so different from each other, don’t you think?” He questioned, brushing his hair back.

“What’s in it for you?”

“Aish, I feel like you’re interrogating me, Yoongi. What if I just want to help my best friend.” Jimin teased back, his leg bouncing up and down.

Yoongi didn’t push further, but his dark eyes broke away, preferring to stare at the quiet library. Jimin followed his gaze, starting to formulate more thoughts. It was true, you were a friend to him, but you were more important than that. Jimin chuckled, earning Yoongi’s attention back.

“She has something I want. If she’s unhappy like this, I’m won’t be getting it.” Jimin shrugged his shoulders as he talked. “And if you really think about it, she’s not so different from you.”

“She’s very different.” Yoongi retorted back.

“No, she’s really not.”

Jimin stood up from his seat, Yoongi following him up. As they both walked together through the library, they spoke in hushed whispers.

“She confuses me sometimes,” Yoongi confessed, scratching the back of his head. “She believed me when I told you that I had known you since you were my roommate.”

“Wait really?” Jimin gasped, his eyes widening. “That’s surprising. I thought her family would’ve told her about me.”

“They probably dislike you,” Yoongi explained, his voice almost inaudible with that mask on his face.

“Ouch… Well, they wouldn’t be the first.” Jimin snickered, a smile gracing his lips.

Yoongi’s eyes themselves seemed to smile at his self-deprecating joke which warmed Jimin’s heart. He let out a smile which caught Yoongi off guard. With a sigh, Jimin looked at him with some sort of melancholic sadness in his eyes that hurt himself as well. If eyes were truly the window to the soul, then Yoongi would conclude Jimin knew what was to come.

“Yoongi, you might be your own enemy. The thing you’re so afraid of happening is what’s inside you. I’d be careful.” Jimin’s voice faltered at the end which sent a chill down Yoongi’s body. His words were unexpected but meant little to him.

Yoongi looked at him, his gaze darkening before he turned away and walked out of the building. No more words were exchanged between them. It was a disconnect that seemed to have happened, yet Jimin did not understand why. He had constantly reassured Yoongi that he wouldn’t go for you. But, Yoongi still treated him like he would. Yoongi’s words were cold and flat, Jimin suddenly missing the condescending and crude remarks that spewed out of his friend’s mouth.

Jimin tilted his head back as he stared at Yoongi’s small frame. That mask. Placing his fingers on his lips, he searched his memory for the first time he had seen that mask. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he walked into the psychology section of the library.

“The same goes for her, of course.”

Chapter 10

#yandere bts #to catch a dream #yandere yoongi #yoongi x reader #yandere!yoongi #yoongi reaction #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi #bts writing #bts scenario #yandere!bts #bts fanfiction #jimin x reader

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