#what surprised me is how relaxed and easygoing this exchange was

[sopejinsunflower]

2022.001.004: Invited Guests

“Hello, I’m Jimin.”

I stare at his open hand, contemplating on taking it or not. His eyes look eagerly at me with no hint of malicious intent. It’s a comforting look, a quiet reassurance to my hesitance. I reach out slowly and take his hand, feeling an electric jolt on that first touch. The surprise look on his face tells me that he had felt it, too. He smiles, eyes turning up into little half-moons as he grips my hand lightly and helps me up. The first thing I notice about him is that his clothes look a little…out of date. 

He gestures to the others behind him who are dressed in the same manner, almost like they just came back from a 90s themed party. “These are my friends.” When I don’t respond, he starts pointing to each one. “That’s Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook and Seokjin.”

“Ah, just Jin,” the man who was pointed last corrected with a smile.

The others nod politely, their faces in between surprise and…I can’t really tell what the other emotion is. It’s hard to put a finger on.

~~~

Yearning, Hoseok thinks. That’s what he’s feeling and what is on each of their faces as they look up at you, standing there finally, finally looking at them. Seeing them. 

Jin is sitting at the edge of his seat, holding back from springing up and scaring you away. The reality of it is still one lady in the presence of seven strangers who are apparently, and strangely, eating in her attic. He tries to relax his body to give off a more easygoing vibe, uncoiling himself, hoping that that would put you a little at ease. He doesn’t want to speak first, knowing that if it’s up to him, he’ll probably scare you away with some weird, awkward jokes and get hell from the others. No, he won’t risk it. He holds back, waiting for someone else to take the reign.

Namjoon speaks up, his face lighting up with his usual buoyant smile. “Hi. Sorry, this must be a surprise, huh? Random strangers in your attic.” He laughs lightly as if this is perfectly reasonable, hiding the nervousness he’s actually feeling. 

You nod, still looking around at each of them, as if trying to get a read on the situation. You suck on your bottom lip before finally saying, “Why are you in the attic?”

They exchanged glances, caught off guard with the question.

~~~

I watch as they look at each other and my stomach does a little flip at how they hesitate to answer that question. 

Mrs Oliviera knows they are here, had come to deliver dinner but why was I not informed? Is she really dismissing me as the interim owner of this house? I’m technically the lady of the house and if she is undermining me then maybe we should have a serious talk. Sneaking in guests and putting them in the attic feels suspicious and a little traitorous. It’s making me look bad. 

And why the attic of all places? 

“When did you get here?” I ask, suddenly realising that Jimin still has my hand in his. I remove it, pretending to cross my arms over my chest nonchalantly. He looks a little disappointed. 

~~~

 The emptiness feels bigger once you pull your hand away and Jimin couldn’t help but feel a little sad. He's just finally got to touch you, and the first to do it, too. 

“Um, awhile back,” Namjoon says, answering your question. A lie but not really. They have to play this right so Namjoon changes tact. “Sorry, we’re just having dinner. Would you like to join us?”

You shake your head warily. “Um, no thanks.” Then, as if not to sound rude, you add, “Mine’s downstairs.”

They all nod. No one really knows what to say. They’re letting you take the lead on this, following wherever you take the conversation and hope you don’t dislike them. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, the first meeting. It shouldn’t be like this. 

~~~

What should I do? Invite them downstairs? Offer them better accommodations? I don’t know them! 

I’m struggling to find what to say and also, being stared at by very attractive people can do things to your brain, like short-circuit it. I feel like I’m standing on a stage with the spotlight on me and everyone is expecting me to do something amazing. The pressure is almost suffocating and I’m trying my damndest not to fidget from foot to foot.  But the awkwardness I’m feeling isn’t one-sided, that’s obvious, at least. 

For now, I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

 “Look,” I say, clearing my voice before continuing, “I saw Mrs Oliviera sending the food over so she at least knows you’re here. But she didn’t inform me of anything so I’m kind of blindsided by this.” I chuckle nervously. “But I own this house, sort of, so it’ll be bad of me to keep you in here now that I know. We have better rooms downstairs and I honestly do not want to be a bad hostess. This attic is a…cage.”

~~~

It damn well is, Hoseok thinks.

Again, they exchange looks, this time a more meaningful one. They’ve been invited downstairs. Finally. The passage has been opened. They don’t have to remain in the attic anymore. But another reality has also set in; with this invitation sets the ball rolling. It has begun.

But what did she call Ollie? Mrs Oliviera? Hoseok holds back the smirk on his face.

~~~

“Well?” I prod when they don’t answer. Then I realised that they might not be here long. Maybe that’s why they’re looking at each other. “Sorry, I should’ve asked. Are you leaving soon?”

“No,” they reply almost in unison. Then the one named Namjoon adds, “No, um, we’re actually thinking of staying awhile. If that’s okay with you.”

It’s a little strange but I nod anyway, not really knowing how to push this subject. It’s a big house anyway. On the one hand, I’m a little off-putted by the fact that I have random men in the house hidden from my knowledge. On the other, they were invited in by someone else so I can’t really get mad at them. The person I should be angry at is downstairs, travelling through walls and shit. “Sure. Do you have a timeframe of sorts? Just so I’d know. I mean, I’m also only staying here for a year. After that, I’m not sure, really, so it’s longer than that...”

Namjoon looks at me a little longer before answering. “Yeah, us, too. Ollie, I mean, Mrs Oliviera says we can stay as long as we like but we haven’t figured out how long we would need to be here. We’re in a, uh, sticky situation. We’ll leave once everything is resolved. We promise not to get in your way, though.”

~~~

The same lines, the same lies, all repeated over and over again for how many times they’ve lost count. 

It’s just necessary, Yoongi tells himself. It’s easier this way. The lie helps ease everything in until you’re ready and more open to hear the truths. But for now it’s always the same story tailored to hit a chord with you, something you can relate to. It goes like this: they are young graduates who became friends in the orphanage they grew up in, some of them - Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook - are still in college, even, they want to remain together and finding a place big enough to house all of them is proving difficult because they can’t afford it in this economy, so they need a place to stay until they are stable enough to stand on their own feet. The timeline is vague enough; could be months, could be years, no one knows. 

“Oh, I see,” you say, nodding a little once they finished explaining. Yoongi catches the doubt, fleeting, in your eyes but whether you acknowledge it or not is unknown to him. “Yeah, I get it. I'm sort of the same.”

They wait for an elaboration, a sharing session, but you don’t open up. Not yet anyway and not anytime soon Yoongi thinks. But no worries. All in good time. 

~~~

I’m running out of words to say, not really sure what else to do.

My eyes land on their food and take that as my way out. “Your food’s getting cold. I should go.” I shift on my feet. “Um, so, I’ll let Mrs Oliviera know about you guys moving downstairs to the second floor. You can choose any room you like, I guess.”

I look around the room, trying to locate their luggages. 

“Something wrong?” Jimin asks from next to me, leaning over to catch my eye. 

“Your luggages,” I say, not seeing them anywhere. “You travel light?”

“Uh…” he trails, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah,” chimes in the one called Jin. He stands up, clasping his hands together in front of him. “We don’t have much stuff. Mrs Oliviera said we could use the clothes in the closet, if that’s alright with you.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Right. Makes sense. They were left behind. I guess it would be good for them to have new owners. They look to be in good condition.”

Jin beams at me. “Thanks. You’re such a sweetheart.”

~~~

That’s too soon, hyung, Taehyung thinks, looking up at Jin with a bemused look.

But if you were uncomfortable, you didn’t show it. If Taehyung is seeing correctly, you’re actually blushing, which is kind of cute and makes him forget his annoyance with Jin. 

You snort then cover your hand over your mouth, embarrassed to make that sound but Taehyung wants to hear more of it. You always have this really beautiful laugh, loud and carefree, unapologetic. Hearing that little snort suddenly makes his heart clenches at how much he actually misses it, your laugh. “Don’t thank me,” you say airily, “I just found out I have people living in my attic. It’s a little weird and all but it looks like I know what this place is for now.”

It’s a joke, obviously, looking at you chuckling as you look around the dorm-like room. But it’s not for them. 

You make to leave, taking a few steps backwards towards the trapdoor. “I’ll leave you to your dinner and you can come down anytime. I’m the second door from the stairs on the left. Just knock on my door and I’ll show you to your rooms.”

No, don’t leave, Taehyung thinks. Stay. Just a few more minutes. 

“Wait,” Namjoon calls out, urgently.

You pause, looking around. “Yeah?”

Namjoon’s face turns solemn. “So, just to be clear. You’re inviting us downstairs?”

You look confused but nod. 

“Can you put that into words? The invitation?” Namjoon says. “Just to be perfectly clear.”

You almost tilt your head like a lost puppy. There are questions in your eyes but you don’t ask them. Instead, you do as Namjoon asks, quoting, almost in a joking manner, “I’m inviting you downstairs, to the rest of the house.” Then, with a smile and much more relaxed, you add, “Welcome to Solomon's Manor.”

There it is, the full invite, clear as daylight. Before the boys can thank you, you’re already stepping through the door on the floor.

~~~

I have to leave.

It’s getting a little suffocating, not in a bad way, to be stared at by that many good-looking people at once. I can feel myself walking funny, stuttering through my words, hoping I don’t look stupid. Mrs Oliviera should be looking for me by now and my dinner is growing so cold I might need to thaw it again and recook. I say my goodbyes and climb back down, this time leaving the trapdoor open and the ladder unfolded.

I half-jog down the stairs towards the dining hall just in time as the housekeeper exits, looking exasperated, a tray of covered food in her hands. As soon as she sees me, her forehead furrows even more and her mouth turns into a frown. “I thought you were never coming down,” she says. “I was about to come up with your food. I reheated it. You should eat so you can recover from your fever.”

She turns back around, expecting me to follow her. I do. 

The dining room is huge with a long dining table that can seat twenty people in the middle of the room, made to host dinner parties once upon a time. It’s one of those typical too-big tables that you always see in movies where the couple is miserable and they sit on each end, as far away as possible from each other. Unlike those TV drama couples, I usually sit on one end, alone, but just as miserable. A large table bouquet sits in the centre, fresh flowers that I know the gardener took his time to pick and arrange every morning for an audience of one. 

The fireplace next to the ridiculously long table is burning low and the crystal chandelier hanging low from the ceiling has been muted so the atmosphere of the dining hall is cosy and warm. To be honest, I like to be able to see what I’m eating but bringing my food up to my room is a big no-no, and apparently a flashlight at the dinner table is just downright rude and ridiculous. I can’t win.  

I take my seat and wait until she has finished setting down my food to talk. “So, you didn’t tell me about the guests you’ve been harbouring.”

She gives me a funny look. I continue, keeping my tone nonchalant and picking up my fork. “So I took it upon myself as the host,” I look up at her, “to properly welcome them to the house and offer them actual places to sleep. They’ll be using the rooms on the second flo-”

“What are you talking about?” she finally asks.

I give her a hard stare, trying to be the intimidating lady of the house as I believe I am. “The guests you put up in the attic.” I watch her eyes grow wide. “Yeah, when were you going to tell me about them? And why the hell did you put them in the attic? We have plenty of nice rooms.”

Her mouth works to open and shut but no words come out. She starts flapping one hand while the other goes to her chest above her heart. Did she think I would never find out? 

I’m angry, feeling like she never took me seriously nor respected me. “I told them they can use the empty rooms on my floor. I want you to go and prepare seven of the rooms and leave out amenities for their bathrooms. If you want to have people in the house then you should at least do it properly.” Then, on second thought, I add, softening my voice, “Now, please. They’ll be down soon.”

‘You- you-,” she stammers, her face draining of colour. “You invited them downstairs? To the house?”

I look at her incredulously. “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I? The attic is cramped and is no place for guests. Now, please, get the rooms ready.”

She looks like she wanted to argue some more, unmoving in her spot. I slowly stand up, training my voice to remain polite. “Mrs Oliviera, as much as you wouldn’t acknowledge it, the house is technically mine. I don’t know what you have against me but I do believe I have authority in this house and since you work for the house that means I have authority over you. I do not appreciate you going behind my back by not letting me know earlier about our guests but I do hope you learn to take me seriously and respect me enough to not undermine me.”

I clear my throat, quelling my anger and speaking more softly. “Now, please, show our guests that we do have a decent sense of hospitality by putting them in the many rooms we have on the second floor.”

I put on my best no nonsense face and wait for her to disagree. But she doesn’t, finally resorting to just following orders. As she should, I think to myself. She looks defeated, literally sagging her shoulders and pursing her lips like she always does whenever she has to accept something she doesn’t like. With one last look at me, almost pleading, she turns away and hurries off upstairs. 

Once she disappears, I lean back with a deep sigh, sinking into the velvet chair. What am I going to do with seven new housemates that look like they jumped out of a fashion magazine? My head is starting to throb. I pick up my fork and take a stab of the steak in front of me. My appetite is definitely gone.

***

The housekeeper is nowhere to be found but the rooms are ready. 

The second and third floor is divided in the middle by the stairwells, six rooms on either side. My room is on the west wing, the second door from the stairs, chosen for me at arrival. When I got back upstairs, I ran into the boys in the middle of the hallway, standing around in a circle and talking in hushed whispers. They stopped the moment they saw me. 

“Hey,” I greet, coming up the last step. “Are your rooms ready?”

Jimin’s face lights up. “Yes, they’re gorgeous!”

I laugh. “They haven’t been used in awhile so, I don’t know, I hope they’re not haunted or anything.”

“No worries,” Taehyung replies cheekily, throwing an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “I’m sure we can handle any paranormal activities.”

Instantly, I get a flashback of last week, the things I saw, or thought I saw, in the attic; the pale face, the translucent bodies. My heart starts to race again and I quickly erase the image out of my head. There’s no such thing as ghosts.

Namjoon comes forward. “Thank you for the rooms,” he says, his voice soft and velvety. “It means a lot to us. We promise to not get in your way.” He offers out a hand.

I take it, surprised at the sudden electric jolt that passes through our connected hands and down my arm. Am I filled with static or are they? “Don’t worry about it. It’s a big house, I’m sure we won’t even run into each other,” I say with a light chuckle. 

“I do hope we do though.”

I peer behind Namjoon to see who had said that and find Jungkook giving me a mischievous smile, standing there with his hands in his pockets. My face suddenly feels hot and I look away. 

“Well,” Hoseok says, coming to stand next to Namjoon. “Our rooms are on this side.” He gestures to the east wing. 

“Oh,” I say, somewhat disappointed. 

“I’m over there, by the way,” says Jin, pointing to the room across from mine. 

“The only one?”

He nods, a small smile on his lips, making my stomach do a backflip of sorts. It’s ridiculous to be standing here in front of these guys who are around my own age but feeling like a teenage girl in front of her lifetime idols, which they could easily be in another life. They tower over me, tall and lean with muscles in all the right places. They look like people who have been athletic their whole lives; dancers, maybe. I can easily imagine that, their long limbs gracious on the dance floor, transfixing all eyes on them. 

“-for the night.”

I snap out of my reverie, staring up at them. “Huh?”

“Where did you go off to?” asks Jin teasingly and my cheeks feel hot once again.

~~~

She blushes so easily I can’t help but tease, Jin thinks. Look at her now.

“Sorry, I spaced out,” you mumble timidly, shuffling from foot to foot. 

Jin notices how the others are looking at you the same way he is; fondly, lovingly, protectively. If the lighting wasn’t dim, you’d see how these emotions spill out of them through their eyes and the inhibited body language. It’s too soon for anything and any more of it will risk them looking like predators instead. They’re not, of course. Predators. At least they don’t think so. Once you understand things, you’ll agree, too.

“Jimin said,” Taehyung reiterates for his friend, “that we should retreat for the night. It’s late and you should go to bed.”

You nod absentmindedly. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You shuffle towards your room then pause at the door, turning around. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

It’s a question, not a statement, Yoongi notes, and his heart drops. He wants nothing more than to be able to say yes, see you at breakfast, but his mouth doesn’t move. Hoseok, however, is quicker. “Sure. We usually leave early because commuting is kind of far.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh, you’re still going to the office?”

“Yes?” Hoseok answers hesitantly, looking at Jin and Namjoon for confirmation. They don’t look so sure, either.

“In this panini?”

Now, they’re actually looking at each other, completely lost, no clue what the hell are you even talking about now.

You fully turn around, regarding them with a mixture of worry and a questioning look on your face. “Covid-19 has taken over the whole world. Pretty much everything is halted, everyone is working from home or going to online classes. It’s been like this since the beginning of the year. It’s crazy.”

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows at you. “You mean to say a pandemic?”

You let out a small laugh, shrugging. “Yeah, it’s just a thing that’s been going on on the internet. It’s- never mind.”

Oh, good, Yoongi thinks. Another pandemic. As if the whole variation of flu that happened previously weren’t enough, and now this. He hopes that whatever this Covid-19 thing isn’t as bad as the plague. That one set them back centuries before another cycle can begin again. It was the longest they had to wait, the longest they had to endure without-

“You must be essential workers then,” you say, cutting through Yoongi’s train of thoughts. “Oh, well, can’t be helped.” Then you turn to Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, looking at each one. “I’m currently in uni but I don’t have classes tomorrow. What about you guys?”

The three of them look a little taken aback by the question, forgetting that they were set to be college students. Taehyung is quick to nod his head. “Yes, yes, we do.”

“Online classes,” Jungkook adds, a little too proudly. He caught what you had said earlier; pandemic equals to people staying home equals to online classes. The fact that you just nod in acknowledgement tells him he had said the correct thing. He grins at Jimin and Taehyung. 

“Okay, then. I’ll guess I’ll see when I see you.” You open your bedroom door and step inside. “Goodnight.”

The door clicks shut and the seven of them exhale a long sigh of relief. 

“Well, that went well enough,” Jin comments quietly. 

“It could’ve been worse,” Yoongi says under his breath. 

“What the hell is Covid-19?” Taehyung asks through a whisper. “And why are they calling it a panini?”

The others shrug. 

“That’ll be our homework tonight,” Namjoon says. “We need to find out everything about this new pandemic panini. It seems a lot happened when we were gone.”

“This confusion wouldn’t have happened if Ollie had done her job,” Jimin mutters bitterly. “Like she was supposed to.”

Yoongi is shaking his head. “Seriously. Another pandemic. It’s like they never learn.”

“Do you think it’s as bad as the plague?” asks Hoseok, eyebrows furrowed. 

“No way,” Jimin says, shaking his head. “It can’t be. We had to wait hundreds of years because of that plague!”

“Keep your voice down,” Jin hisses. “And we don’t have to worry about waiting. She’s already here, isn’t she? Right in front of our noses.”

They all stare at their feet. After a few minutes, Namjoon tells them to all go to their rooms and go to bed. Then, Jimin asks, “What about tomorrow, hyung?”

Namjoon looks around at them. This is the first time being back to the house, decades after being stuck in the attic. They’ve met you, officially, and you have known of their existence. Tomorrow, when the sun comes up again, they will once again turn invisible. Only this time, they can stay close to you, watch everything that you do outside of your room. They can learn of your life a little more closely. They can be with you. 

Jin has a playful smirk on his lips and Namjoon smacks his arm, saying, “Lock your bedroom doors. She can’t find you missing. Later, tell her you have a busy schedule of classes.”

“And what are we studying?” Jungkook asks, scrunching up his nose.

Yoongi chuckles before poking the youngest on his side. “Pick anything you like, Jungkook-ah. You have multiple PhDs. Make up something.”

The three younger ones share mischievous smiles and Yoongi immediately regrets saying that. He quickly adds, “Just make sure it makes sense and fits your age.”

There is a pause. Taehyung cocks his head. “Wait, how old are we this time?”

~~~

I don’t know if I actually believe their story, of why and how they ended up here of all places. Something about it feels rehearsed, discussed, set up.

I had listened and nodded and didn’t question it. Not that I didn’t want to, it had been at the tip of my tongue, just about to escape my lips; suspicious and accusatory. In any normal circumstances, I would have called the police faster than they could open their mouths and have them out of the house. That would have been the sensible thing to do. But it didn’t feel like any normal circumstances.

In that moment, standing there with them, it felt like something clicked into place as I listened, not of the genuity of the story but more of the sentiment behind it. I’m no fool; their explanation didn’t quite make sense, too many similarities to my own pathetic background to make it coincidental. 

But I pride myself for being good at reading people, I’ve never been wrong before, something that I’ve always had a knack for for as long as I can remember, a sort of sixth sense that has helped me in more ways than one. 

They can stay. For now, until they decide to come clean.

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A Baited Trap (Nami's First Kiss)

“What’s that?” the blonde asked with his hands locked leisurely behind his head as he relaxed on your farm. How Rock decided your farm was the place to sleep and waste away his day was beyond you. A part of you was grateful the blonde was so easygoing and making friends wasn’t difficult. It was nice to have a friend so quickly after struggling with connections in the city. If only you were so lucky to secure the interest of your crush. 

“It’s a cage trap,” you answered, returning to nestle the trap within your crops. “Something has been getting into my crops, and I’d like to relocate the animal without hurting them.” 

As you stood to return to work, Rock’s pensive look worried you, wondering what could be going through his head. Sometimes, it was hard to predict what his next moves would be. The matter was dropped as his golden eyes flickered shut for a nap, and you went to work. You forgot about the odd exchange until a week later. 

You arrived at the inn at Rock’s insistence. He said he discovered a new game and wanted you to play. No one else in town would give him the time of day. The emotional plea and pout pulled at you, leaving you with no option but to agree to come. The blonde was excellent at looking like a kicked dog when he wanted something. When you entered Rock’s room, you were surprised to see Nami there as well. The redhead’s face remained impassive beyond a slight raise in her eyebrows when you entered. 

“Now that Y/N is here, can you say what you need?” she asked with exasperation before you could muster up a greeting. 

“I lost my favorite necklace in the wardrobe. Can you find it, pleeease?” 

“Are you serious?” 

“It’s important to me! This outfit won’t work without it!” Rock protested. “They say two eyes are better than one. So, three has to be better than two!” 

You chuckled before moving to the wardrobe to look for the lost accessory. Everything looked neatly stored away. It was probably Ruby who was more responsible for the organization than Rock. You were keenly aware of Nami as she brushed against your shoulder to glance into the wardrobe alongside you. A nervous swallow tried to moisten your suddenly parched mouth as you struggled to fight a creeping flush at her proximity. 

A hand in the middle of your back shoved you into the wardrobe. You were dimly aware of Nami in the cramped space with you as the door snapped shut. Nami’s hands entered your vision as she pushed against the locked doors. The sound of a key turning in the latch flooded you with anxiety. You weren’t bothered by the cramped space. The closeness of Nami is what scared you.

“Seven minutes in heaven is all the rage in the city currently,” Rock chirped. “You get seven minutes together, all nice and cozy, to do whatever you want. Doesn’t that sound great? I’ll be back later.” 

“Rock?” you called. 

Silence answered your inquiry. He actually left you shoved into a closet with Nami. A flood of anger washed over you as you realized he planned this. You should have never trusted him with information about your developing crush on Nami. 

Now, the hours spent trying to get closer to the cool girl would be ruined. She was stuck in a tiny space, smelling the farm work on you. You knew you should have showered before leaving! You hadn’t expected to be in such a position and still had work to complete on the farm. You groaned at the thought of her thinking how disgusting you were. 

“Sorry, I can’t move much farther away,” Nami muttered, shifting against you. 

“Oh, no! That’s not it! It’s just-” 

“Rock.” 

“Yeah… I’m sorry. This is probably my fault.” 

Nami snorted, “You asked Rock to lock us in here together? If not, how could it be your fault?”  

“No, but Rock knows that I- I mean, I- Well, he knows I like you,” you mumbled, avoiding as much contact as you could as your confession fumbled out. Fearing her response, you pushed ahead. “A-anyway, I set a trap last week, and I think it gave him the idea to do this. So, I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess.” 

“No wonder the two of you are friends.” 

“Yeah, sorry. I won’t bother you again.” 

The comment made your heart drop. At least, you confessed, you told yourself. It could have been done better, but you couldn’t regret never saying anything. 

“I thought you were smarter than Rock,” Nami continued. “Why would you think this is your fault? Or that I wouldn’t want to see you again? Did you think I’d have asked to spend time at your farm or had drinks with you if I disliked you?”

Hope thudded in your chest as your gaze jerked over to Nami. It was hard to see with the minimal light through the crack of the doors, but you thought her face matched her hair. You hesitated only a moment before maneuvering your hand to brush her cheek tentatively. Her face was warm, though probably not warmer than yours. Your mind went blank, fixating on Nami liking you as you struggled to decide your next action.   

“Do you not believe me?” 

“Huh, no. I just-” 

Nami cut off your words as she quickly pressed a kiss into your lips. In an instant, you knew you wanted more. A clattering at the door made you pause. The doors flung open. You managed to wrap your arms around the redhead, shielding her somewhat from your crash to the floor. Rock stood to the side with a cheeky smile as he gazed down at you. 

“Am I an excellent matchmaker or what?” the blonde gloated. As Nami shifted, fear replaced the confidence in his eyes as Rock beat a hasty retreat. 

“Let him go,” you murmured, catching Nami’s hand in your own. “I’d like to spend more time with you, not shoved into a wardrobe.”

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something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

-

Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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my patient’s neighbour [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: whilst caring for a new patient of yours, you definitely didn't expect to fall for her cute neighbour, Wanda Maximoff

warning/s: very minor mentions of injuries and death

author's note: okay so firstly, buckle in, folks, this is gonna be like 6 parts long lol. Also, I google translated all the Russian bits so i apologise if they are incorrect! okay, you may enjoy now :)

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"38... 38... 38..."

I scanned the doors to the many apartments in the hall, hoping to find the one that belonged to my newest patient – Anna Pivec. As a nurse, I was always given new patients to visit and tend to until they no longer needed it or chose not to have me around. I'd just been assigned a new patient, Anna, and was excited to meet her.

"38!" I said to myself, spotting the door at the end of the hallway. I knocked on before waiting patiently, hoping she wasn't sleeping or anything. It wasn't too early – 10AM – and she knew I was coming, so finger's crossed.

The door opened to reveal a short, old lady with grey hair and a cane in her hand. I smiled kindly, meeting her cloudy gaze.

"You must be the one my granddaughter is paying to look after me because she can't do it herself," the woman spoke before I could introduce myself. Stepping to the side, she motioned with her cane. "Come on in."

My smile dropped at her abruptness. "I, er, yeah, I guess that's me." As I walked in, I said, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N. The nurse from–"

"Yeah, I know where you're from," she cut me off, closing the door and heading further into her apartment. "They sent me a brochure, milaya."

I followed after her, surprised at how quick she was for an old lady with back and heart problems. She was leading me into the open plan living-room and kitchen.

"I'm sorry – milaya? What does that mean?" I asked politely, hoping I didn't come across as rude.

She waved her hand dismissively, mumbling something to herself in what I think was Russian. Her profile did say she was from Sokovia, so maybe that was it.

"Okay, erm, well, as I said," I changed the subject, figuring she wouldn't give me an answer, "I'm Y/N. I'll be here five times a week and basically be doing anything you need me to do. Of course, I only want you to be comfortable in your own home, so if you ever feel anything but, please let me know."

She hummed in acknowledgement before motioning for me to follow her. I set my bag on the kitchen counter before sitting on the couch as she did so on the recliner. She sighed with content as the pain on her back was eased from taking a seat.

"Tell me about yourself," she said gently.

I smiled with amusement. "That's usually what I ask my patients."

"Do forgive me, milaya," she said, and I made a mental note to bring a Russian-English dictionary with me tomorrow, "but you're a stranger in my home. I'd prefer to know about you before I let you take care of me."

I nodded, slightly impressed. Her profile didn't do her justice. Usually, the elderly I cared for were quick to allow me to do my thing, never really questioning who I was or what my intentions were. I was starting to get the impression that Anna was a strong, stubborn woman in a little old lady's body – definitely not one to mess around with.

"Okay, well, I'm a nurse," I began with the basics, and from there, went into a long ramble about my job, how I got into it, what it consisted of...

Anna was full of questions, taking the time to get to know me and I her. Once I had told her everything I could think to, she told me about her life. How she lived in Sokovia up until she was thirty-five years old and had to flee with her husband and daughter because of the war. She gushed about the both of them, a twinkle in her eye as she recalled their livelihoods like they were still alive. Her husband had unfortunately passed many years ago due to liver problems – "All that drinking, milaya! Us Sokovians are a force to be reckoned with!" – and her daughter had passed in a car accident not long after.

It was a tragic tale, but she didn't let it bring her down. In fact, she seemed grateful to have lived it and I couldn't help but smile as she shared it with me.

I noticed she would speak short phrases in Russian mid-conversation, without realising, which didn't make it easier for me to understand, but I couldn't bring it in myself to interrupt her to ask what they meant because she said it with such sincerity that I figured it reminded her of her home.

After our conversation, I made her lunch and gave her her medication before watching some TV with her and pretty much talking to her once again. She was quite an interesting woman, different to my usual patients, and I was enjoying our time together. After spending the day there, I wished her a good night before leaving.

When I returned the next morning, I let myself in with the key Anna gave me and called out a good morning.

"In here!" an unfamiliar female voice called out.

I furrowed my brows as I took off my jacket and headed into the living-area. Anna was sat in her recliner as usual, but she had a guest sat on her couch. A young woman, possibly my age, with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips was sat comfortably; she had a cup of tea in her hands and her legs pulled up on the couch like she lived there.

The stranger and Anna exchanged words in Russian briefly before the former stood up, about to introduce herself.

"Oh, are you her granddaughter?" I asked, putting two and two together. It was the only explanation I could think of for how comfortable she was and the fact that she was also Sokovian (I assumed, anyway).

The girl laughed, her green eyes sparkling as she shook her head. Putting out her hand, she said, "I'm Wanda Maximoff. Anna's neighbour."

Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have– I just thought because you were speaking Russian that–"

"It's fine, no harm no foul," she put me at ease quickly, before taking her seat again. "I've lived next door to Anna for about a year now. Sometimes I keep her company on my days off."

I set my bag on the floor before taking a seat on the couch, leaving a gap between Wanda and I.

"That's nice," I said with a smile before looking to Anna. "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs Pivec?"

She sighed, waving her hand dismissively, before saying something to Wanda in Russian who was listening intently. Nodding her head, Wanda looked to me with amusement.

"What did she say?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"She said she told you to stop calling her Mrs Pivec yesterday," Wanda translated, trying not to laugh.

"Just call me Anna, Y/N," Anna added with a nod. "And I'm fine. Just had breakfast with Wanda here."

"Breakfast," I repeated slowly. "How long ago was that? Just gotta make sure you get your meds."

"Shoot, am I doing your job?" Wanda asked, slightly panicked.

"No, no, you're not." I laughed at the way she scrunched her nose. "I mean, it would help if I could have breakfast with Miss– Anna, so I know when she has her medication. But it's all good."

"Are you sure? I can leave if I'm in the way," Wanda said with a frown.

"No need," I reassured her. "If Anna doesn't mind your presence, it's all good. I'm just here to look after her, clean up, make sure she eats, has her meds."

Wanda looked to Anna, who seemed unbothered by her presence.

"She can stay," Anna said with a shrug. "Makes it feel less like I'm a pet."

I opened my mouth to say something, possibly make her feel better, but I wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't mind her," Wanda reassured, giving Anna a knowing look before shooting me an easygoing smile. "She tends to speak her mind exactly as it is. No filter whatsoever. And very stubborn. You may have noticed."

I cracked a smile, feeling better knowing that it wasn't just me who noticed Anna's unique personality traits.

"Hey, that stubbornness and lack of filter is exactly how I beat my husband and his friends in every poker game back home," Anna said with a playful smirk.

Wanda and I chuckled, before the brunette leaned on the couch comfortably and looked to me.

"We finished breakfast, maybe, ten minutes ago? I made us eggs and toast," she answered my question from earlier.

I hummed before getting up with my bag and heading to the kitchen. Setting my bag on the counter, I grabbed my diary and also Anna's medication from its place on the kitchen counter.

"I'll give you your medicine now, Anna," I told her, already grabbing a glass of water for her.

"Thank you, milaya," she called back, and I spun around, immediately going to get my Russian-English dictionary from my bag. "Wait, I know what that is!" I flicked through the pages and scanned it eagerly. "Milaya... milaya... milaya! Okay, it means... sweetie."

"Sweetie," Wanda said at the same time, and I looked up to see her watching me from behind her cup of tea, trying not to laugh again.

"I guess another perk of your presence is being the translator," I said sheepishly, realising just how eager I was a second ago. "Anna likes to speak Russian a lot, which I'm fine with of course, but..." I waved the dictionary in the air.

"It's funny watching tvoye lichiko, milaya," Anna said with that same mischievous smirk on her face.

I looked down to my dictionary, struggling to pinpoint a single word in her sentence that I could search. It was overwhelming, the words going in one ear and out the other.

"She said it's funny watching your little face, sweetie," Wanda translated upon seeing my frozen state.

I relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." Then I realised what she said. "Hey!"

Anna laughed as Wanda grinned, and I was suddenly glad she was here. I grabbed Anna's meds with a glass of water before giving them to her. After making sure she swallowed them properly, I put the glass to the side and took a seat on the couch again.

"So, you said you visited Anna on your days off?" I asked Wanda, intrigued by why a neighbour would be so interested in another. It wasn't very common in today's day and age.

"She's almost always here," Anna answered before Wanda could speak. I looked to her as she continued with a grateful smile. "Helps me with everything. Groceries, cleaning, my medication."

"So basically me but unpaid," I joked, and Anna laughed.

"Exactly," she agreed, and I looked to Wanda to see her blushing, eyes avoiding mine.

"That's really sweet," I said gently, earning her attention. "You're a really good neighbour, Wanda."

Wanda ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing. If anything, I enjoy being here. Anna reminds me of Sokovia and my family and, well, home."

"Oh, so you're Sokovian, too?"

She nodded before smiling playfully. "Did the accent not give it away?"

I hid a smile. "I didn't want to assume. I mean, you could've been Czech. Slovakian. Basically anything else."

"Okay, I'll give you that," she gave in, tilting her head to the side, smile widening.

It was then that I learnt her smile was extremely contagious.

Same as yesterday, my plan was to stay the day with Anna, though this time Wanda also kept her company (and me, too). After lunch, I left the two of them to watch some TV as I excused myself to change Anna's bedsheets in her room, ready for bed tonight.

As I was doing so, I heard the door open and glanced over my shoulder to see Wanda entering the room. I gave her a smile before continuing to replace the pillowcase.

"Here, I can help," she offered, and didn't give me chance to decline as she grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and began to change its case.

"You sure? You know it's my job, right?" I teased, looking up at her over the bed between us.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm aware. Just thought I'd make it a bit easier for you."

I chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it... how is Anna?"

"Dozed off," Wanda quipped with an expectant nod. "Same time every day. Like clockwork."

"Huh." I thought back to yesterday and how she ended up taking a nap after lunch, too. "Noted. Thanks."

Wanda smiled before putting the pillowcase on the pillow and puffing it with her hands. I did the same, content with its appearance, before moving to the duvet. Wordlessly, Wanda grabbed one end and began to help me put it on, which I appreciated. The duvet was bigger than I was and definitely a two-person job.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I spoke out of the blue as we were putting on the duvet cover.

"Go for it," she said encouragingly, glancing sideways.

"Of course, you don't have to answer, but I thought I'd ask since I'm going to be looking after Anna for a while," I gave a little disclaimer, before saying, "She makes a lot of snide remarks about her granddaughter. Do they not get along?"

Wanda sighed quietly. "Her granddaughter doesn't really visit her here. She rarely calls."

"Her daughter's kid?"

"The only one," Wanda confirmed. "She keeps her distance, ever since her mum – Anna's daughter – passed. She just pays for, well, you."

I frowned. "That's sad."

"Yeah," Wanda agreed, breathing out.

The two of us spread the duvet over the double bed before I looked to her with a small smile.

"At least she has you," I pointed out. "It's nice you give up your free time to spend it with her."

"Like I said, it's good for me, too," she reminded me, returning the smile.

"So what do you do when you're not here keeping her company?" I asked curiously, moving to Anna's bedside to clear it up a little.

Wanda hid her smile behind a look of confusion. "Do you not– don't you recognise me?"

I quirked a brow, pausing my actions. "Am I supposed to?"

She snickered, shaking her head, eyes falling to the bed with mild disbelief. "I mean, I guess not. I'm–" She chuckled, looking to my confused face. "I'm one of the Avengers."

I studied her, her words not quite settling in. But when they did, I realised I actually recognised her and she was one of the Avengers.

"Oh my God!" I blurted, the penny finally dropping. "The one with the weird red energy powers! I mean– not weird but– the magic!"

She stifled laughter, nodding her head. Just like her smile, her laughter was contagious, too.

"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed.

I made a weird motion with my free hand, like I'd seen her do on TV when saving the day. "Does Anna know about your y'know?"

Wanda crossed her arms, raising a brow and watching me with a humoured gaze. "Is that supposed to be my powers?"

I stopped making the motion and felt my neck heating up. "I– yeah."

Laughter spilled from her lips yet again, automatically making me smile. I didn't mind that I'd made a fool of myself all of a sudden.

"Anna knows, yes," Wanda said with a bright smile. "She actually recognised me straight away. Much quicker than you. And she's eighty."

Waving my hand to distract from my flushed cheeks, I said, "Pfft, she probably confused you with someone else and played along when you told her who you were."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was it, ty milyy maneken," she retorted with her piercing gaze.

"No fair, my dictionary is in the other room," I said with a pout, and she only laughed even more.

"Guess you'll never know," she teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes to distract from the way it made me feel when she stared at me like that.

It was much later on when I learnt that she had called me 'a cute dummy'. And that was the beautiful start to Wanda and I's introduction into each other's lives.

—

From then onwards, about eighty percent of the time I would go to care for Anna, Wanda was present, too and I didn't mind one bit. Not only did she keep Anna company, but she made my job a lot easier whilst keeping me company as well.

I was beginning to look forward to seeing her whenever I would open the door. Whether she was cleaning something up, playing board games with Anna or simply having a tidy up around the apartment, she'd always stop what she was doing and help me with whatever was in my hands as she greeted me at the door. It was adorable. She was adorable.

The few times she wasn't present because of work only made me miss her, the apartment feeling emptier than usual. Even Anna agreed, the two of us making up for the lack of the Sokovian girl's presence by distracting ourselves with other activities.

I was convinced Anna was warming up to me as she freely let me care for her without resistance. Obviously, she wouldn't be Anna if she didn't throw funny remarks my way or speak to me in Russian, knowing I didn't understand her, but it was tolerable. And I was liking her, too; she was easily becoming one of the best patients I cared for. There was just so much personality to her that I couldn't help but smile whenever I spoke to her.

One time, I was helping Anna out at her place when Wanda wasn't present. I was leading her into her bed when I decided now was a better time than ever to ask her about her birthday on Sunday, which I knew was then because of her file.

"So, I'll be seeing you in two days next," I told her as I pulled the duvet over her. "And a little birdie told me it's your birthday then. Eighty-one, Anna! That's amazing!"

She smiled but seemed embarrassed that I knew.

"Tell me what you want and I can make it happen," I said promisingly, smiling down at her.

She waved her hand. "I don't want anything, milaya (sweetie). Your presence is enough."

I chuckled. "As sweet as that is, I know everybody wants something for their birthday. Now please, Anna. What can I do to make the day a bit more special?"

She pondered my question momentarily and I waited for her to speak, hoping it was something doable.

"I would love to have a traditional Sokovian meal," she said reluctantly. "It's been a long time."

I breathed out quietly, patting her hand gently. "I can do that, Anna. Don't you worry."

She smiled genuinely, before shooing me away. "Okay, enough sappiness, ty mozhesh' uyti seychas (you can leave now)."

I laughed, standing up and dusting my pants off. I only knew what that phrase meant because she said it almost every time before my shift ended and I left for the day. I knew she didn't mean it as harshly as it sounded.

"I'm going, I'm going," I said, already heading to the door. "I'll see you Sunday, birthday girl."

She groaned quietly, making me grin, before I double checked everything was okay in the living-area and grabbed my stuff to leave.

As easy of a request that it was, I knew absolutely nothing about cooking a traditional Sokovian meal. But I knew of one person who did and instantly headed to Wanda's apartment next door to see if she was home.

With a quick knock, I waited patiently. I wasn't sure if she was even home since she hadn't visited Anna today and she usually did so if she was. When I was beginning to think she wasn't, I told myself I could Google a recipe and put something together, but then the door opened and revealed a tired-looking Wanda.

"Y/N," she said with surprise, but a friendly smile was on her lips nonetheless.

"Hey, I'm so sorry to disturb you this late, but I wanted to ask– wait, what happened to your face?" I stopped speaking and lost my own smile when I noticed the faint scratches and bruises dusting her skin.

"Oh, it's nothing–" she started, raising her hand, fingers wavering over her head, but I cut her off.

"Shit, Wanda, what happened?" I reached out, taking her hand in mine and studying the cast that was around her wrist. Concerned frown on my lips, I glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine, Y/N," she tried to reassure, but I couldn't help it as my worry got the better of me and I studied the cuts on her cheek. "I just came back from a mission. Minor injuries. Honestly."

I let go of her hand, realising I was still holding it, and nodded slightly. "Right..." Realising she must have been exhausted, I awkwardly stepped back and shook my head with realisation. "Sorry, I should go. I didn't mean to bot–"

"You were saying something," she interrupted, nodding encouragingly. "You wanted to ask me something. What is it?"

I paused, nodding. Admittedly, I was still worried about the bruises on her forehead. I knew she was an Avenger and this was probably the norm for her, but to me, it looked like she'd just got mugged. And the irregularity of that worried me.

"Yeah, I was saying," I finally found my words, trying to ignore the way her tired eyes peered at me hopefully. "It's Anna's birthday on Sunday and she wants to have a traditional Sokovian meal to celebrate. The only problem is, I don't know what that is." Wanda cracked a smile as I continued. "Do you, maybe, have a recipe I could use?"

"Of course," she said before motioning for me to follow her. "Come on in."

I followed after her, closing the door behind me, and stopped at the kitchen counter patiently. As she searched for a notebook in her drawer, I subtly glanced around, taking in the inside of Wanda's apartment. I'd never actually been in it before, but the minimal décor was very her. She didn't have many knickknacks and everything on display served a purpose.

"There's some recipes in here," she said, grabbing my attention. She slid the notebook across the counter and leaned forward with a smile. "Take your pick."

I flicked through it briefly, smiling at the notebook filled with recipes, all in Wanda's neat, cursive handwriting.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up and catching her staring.

She perked up, clearing her throat as she nodded in response before looking the other way. Cute.

"Are you working on Sunday?" I asked with a raised brow, before rolling my eyes playfully. "What am I saying? Of course you're not. Not with that wrist."

She chuckled, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm not."

"Well, why don't you come over for her birthday? You can help me cook her a meal. Or rather, I can help you cook it since I'll probably screw it up."

Finally meeting my eyes, she smiled with amusement. "Are you sure?"

I gave her a knowing look, ignoring the butterflies swirling in my stomach as she held my gaze with her intense dark eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Anna will love to celebrate with you. And..." I pursed my lips, taking a leap of faith and adding, "and I'd love it, too."

Wanda let out a quiet laugh. "You would, would you?"

I straightened up, smile widening. "Yeah, I would."

She tilted her head, studying me with a curious smile. "Well then, I clearly can't say no."

Something stirred in my chest the longer she watched me and I oddly liked it. It was obvious that Wanda was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold, but I guess I hadn't really acknowledged that I may have had feelings for her until now. And I didn't mind one bit.

"Great," I finally found my words, nodding slightly. "I'll see you Sunday."

She mirrored my expression, saying, "See you Sunday," and I knew I couldn't wait until then.

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The Unexpected

⇲Idol: Ten Lee

⇲Requested : Yesss Can I request ten as fwb? Smutty-fluff 🥰 thank you so much!

⇲Genre: Bestfriends(wb) to Lovers (18+)

⇲Word Count: 3,010K

⇲Warnings: explicit sexual content, marking, unprotected sex, other idols mentioned, Beomgyu appears, marijuana mentioned, sounds like dubious consent (it is fully consensual), raw sex, oral (f receiving) , multiple orgasms (badly described)

⇲Synopsis: Ten is the most easygoing person you know, especially since you've been with best friends (with benefits for years). Those lines you thought were still strong - although blurred - disappear from under your feet and for once you don't know what to do.

⇲A/n: not one of my best works but I am proud how this came out after editing, as many of y'all now I was moving and packing up into my new apartment, the school year doesn't start up until next week so I will be trying to push these requests out quickly while I have free time. thank you for sticking around with me and I hope you enjoyed this. if you do enjoy this request they're open for SVT, Treasure, and Enhypen. Also please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio. Requests might be opening for the The Boyz soon, if you would be interested in that please request something for them, or any other idol you would like.

You would’ve never predicted - or even thought - that the scrawny Thai exchange student who clung to your side all of highschool, would join the college dance team and gain more confidence than you ever thought he was capable of, alongside a glow up that left him utterly gorgeous.

You’d also never thought that despite him helping your ‘promiscuous’ reputation by encouraging you to - safely - sleep with every attractive person that glanced your way he’d the one that you were regularly fucking on a weekly bases.

Expect the unexpected.

Ten had successfully pavloved you into getting aroused at the sound of Korean R&B, and now in your dark bedroom with the music quietly emitting from your speaker was no different. From his position in between your legs the red led lights reflected off of his hair giving him an incubus like appearance, with his fingers lightly trailing over the inside of your thigh as he placed soft kisses to your clit. Teasing.

“Ten stop playing.” Your childlike whining made Ten laugh. Situations like this brought out your bratty side, anything to stop his incessant teasing but when he harshly sucked on your clit pulling a surprised gasp from you all thoughts of being a brat flew out of the window.

“Patience baby, patience.” You clenched around nothing as two fingers circled your hole, a whimper leaving your mouth, “Be a good girl for me.” You relaxed as he pushed in a finger, running your fingers through his hair as he sucked on your clit causing your hips to jerk off the bed. You were met with his free hand pinning your hips down so he could continue his assault against your clit. There was no way to maintain your moans as his fingers continuously massaged your g spot. This was pure bliss.

Which lasted all of two seconds due to Ten’s phone ringing, marimba blaring through the speakers causing you both to jolt up. Ten inserted another finger before grabbing his phone, curling them up to massage your walls as he answered it.

“Kinda busy. What do you want?”

“You’re fucking joking.”

“Give me ten.” Another whimper left you as he pulled out, pressing his soaked fingers to your lips. Opening your mouth you happily sucked your arousal off of them until Ten deemed them clean, patting your cheek with his still wet fingers with a quiet ‘good girl’. You whined as Ten stood up from the bed, grabbing his wallet and keys from the nightstand.

“Where are you going? I thought I had you all night.” Ten laughed at your pouting as he leaned down, placing his hand on the back of your neck.

“I forgot about a group project. I gotta go to Sicheng’s.”

“You promised we’d have a movie night.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Wasted perfectly good lingerie for this.” Ten sighed before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you sweetly before he was walking out of your bedroom. The sound of your apartment door closing behind him caused you to groan and flop back against your bed.

You were horny. Even more now than when you were waiting for Ten’s class to finish. The telltale sound of the speaker disconnecting meant Ten was officially far enough away for you to not feel guilty about finding another sneaky link. You had needs after all, ones that he couldn’t satisfy.

Opening Snapchat you scrolled through your list. Who to replace Ten?

Mingi? He was strong enough to safely hold you against the wall why fucked you - an act he’s done on more than one occasion, always causing you to squirt. Taller than anyone else you knew, with a dick that was in perfect proportions to the rest of his body. In fewer words, he was hung. Mingi is too emotional though, always asking you on a date after you fuck, and also believes in love at first sight. For every girl he meets. Hard pass.

Haechan? His dick isn’t half bad, not the biggest one you’ve ever seen - certainly not the smallest - but he could work his hips and give you a blinding orgasm 45% time. Not even close to being comparable to Ten, and the other 65 percent%? Him cumming off of giving you head, while it is hot his refractory period is too short so you won’t be able to have a good orgaasm. Plus he refuses to act his age, and his roommates never leave the dorm so you’re forced to bite a pillow and hide your moans. No thank you.

Joshua? An incredibly pretty American boy, almost prettier than you. Almost. Your toes are constantly curled due to how immaculate his head giving skills are AND how excellently he’s dicking you down. Despite the fact that he tends to cum too quickly an orgams is guaranteed - read:head - and treats you like a gentleman before, during, and after sex. Con? He cums once and his dick is out of commision. No gracias.

Yoongi? Your praise kink is at an all time high whenever you see him, knows exactly how to sweet talk you out of your panties. Always says the right things, and if you don’t like it will happily change it to make you comfortable. His tongue is magical in the way that he raps, and in the way that he can make you cum after one minute of sucking on your clit. But he puts his music over sex so it takes weeks to see him. Having to make an actual appointment for dick? Yikes, hell no.

Beomgyu? The only person on this list that could rival Ten’s dick in every way, it seems almost perfectly made for you, and with how pretty it is you want it in your mouth at all times. Your mouth is starting to water just thinking about the weight on your tongue. His presence is comforting, and he is prone to making jokes in the middle of sex. Everything flows naturally with him, there is never an awkward moment. Plus he never lets you leave his apartment hungry, prone to ordering late night take out just to make sure you’re fed. Perfect.

You up?

sleep is for the week

u coming?

Of course

-

Rookie mistake to visit Beomgyu on a Wednesday night. The soreness between your legs tempted you to crawl back into bed, ignoring your class on the other side of campus. You wanted to pass though, so you had no choice but to turn off your alarm and force yourself into the shower. Walking became your last problem when you looked into the mirror.

It looked as if you were mauled by a bear. The right side of your neck was covered in hickeys, ranging from small purple bruises to an actual bite mark at the base of your neck from him biting down as he came. There was no way you’d cover all of the marks and make it to class on time. After your shower you opted for a hoodie - ironically one of Yoongi’s you’d ‘borrowed’ after you dress ripped on a drunken night - and booked it down the stairs, being met with an apologetic looking Ten and an iced coffee.

“Sorry for leaving, in my defence Kun almost murdered me for forgetting the project.” You took the coffee, muttering a thank you and taking a sip from it. Three pumps of caramel, one extra shot of espresso, two sugars and oat milk. Your favorite order. Tossing his arm over your shoulder you both started the walk to class.

“I shouldn’t have agreed to this group. Lucas spent the whole night flirting, and Hendery was too distracted by the flirting to do work.”

“Did y’all even get any work done?”

“Nope. Instead of getting my dick wet I watched WinWin and Kun attempt to get us to listen and do work. YangYang was there so I got free weed.” As you approached the building hosting your class you saw Beomgyu standing outside. How could you possibly forget his studio was in the same building? You weren’t ashamed of your reputation, you did prefer your hookups to remain unaware of each other, especially when you went to Beomgyu directly after Ten left you high and dry.

“My classmate will walk me up. Bye Ten.” Ten only watched as you brushed his arm off and ran over to the boy with a mullet - Beomgjun? He felt weird. As if his chest was empty as he stared at you smiling brightly at him when he opened the door for you, both of you disappearing into the building. The feeling remained as he jogged to his own class in a feeble attempt to be on time.

Ten’s pen and paper remained unused throughout his class. He would usually watch Netflix to pass the time, but today all he could do was analyze the moment you shared with Beom-seok. His chest felt as if it was being drained every time he thought about you looking happy to see anyone else, you hadn’t even smiled at him that brightly when he brought your favorite coffee order, only giving him a tight lipped smile and a quiet thank you. Not even a kiss on the cheek.

He shot up when his class ended, putting his empty notebook into his backpack - he’d get the notes from Xiaojun later - and sprinted across campus. Your class lets out only 15 minutes after his, and he wanted to wait for you and hopefully make up for running out yesterday. He had expected to catch you as you walked out of the Arts building and ask you if you wanted to come over, he hadn’t expected you to be carried out bridal style, by the same mop headed guy from earlier. He felt as if he could physically growl at the scene.

“Put me down!” Beomgyu only spun you around before finally placing you on your feet. Your first instinct to smack him even as the world seemed to move around you.

“Do you feel love now?”

“Only hate.” Beomgyu giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, helping you keep your balance. “How am I going to write an essay about love if I’ve never experienced it?”

“Ask the lover boy behind you, he’d been glaring at me ever since we walked out.” Furrowing your eyebrows you turned around, meeting eyes with Ten.

“We aren’t like that. I’ve dropped hints but he doesn’t see me that way. Do you think it’s because of my hook ups? I don’t tell him about them anymore but I think he knows.” Beomgyu shook his head and you couldn’t help but get memorized by his long hair.

“We talked about this last night, but you can’t keep running to me to forget about your feelings. You don’t deserve that, and neither does Ten.”

“I don-”

“You literally fucking admitted that you’ve been in love with him since the 10th grade. What’s the worst that could possibly happen? You’re already sleeping with him.”

“What if he realizes I’m a terrible fuck, and an even worst friend and leaves me? I can’t lose him.”

“If you don’t tell him you’ll lose him. You’re one of my closest friends, and I love you to death so I am formly telling you that 1. He’s in love with you, and 2. You are the best fuck I’ve ever hard in my life.” Groaning, you push Beomgyu’s arm, ignoring his obnoxious laughter. “I’m being honest. And by the way he was looking at us earlier, he definitely likes you even if he doesn’t know it.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do, I’m right also. Go get your lover boy.” You thanked Beomgyu before turning around, only to be met with the sight of no Ten. Glancing over your shoulder Beomgyu only sheepishly smiled before gesturing for you to go find him. Frowning, you decided to just head home.

You weren’t expecting to find Ten in your apartment, sitting on your bed. Closing the door behind you, Ten finally looked up from his phone, placing it on the nightstand before standing up.

“You wanna get comfortable.” Grabbing the hoodie strings you went to tighten them, but Ten stopped you. “Take it off.” You don’t know what got into Ten, but you weren’t going to disobey him when he seemed mad. Slowly you unzipped your hoodie, throwing it across the room.

“Ten.” When his name left your mouth he pinned you against the door, one hand gripping your waist tightly while the other gripped your jaw tightly, tilting your head to the side. Ten tsked as he stared at your neck, his breath along your neck making you shiver.

“You really just let anyone mark you, huh?” Ten gave you no room to answer as he kissed over your old bruises, before biting down on them. You whimpered as he ravished your neck, replacing the old hickeys with fresh ones, trailing them over your collarbone and down your chest, popping the top three buttons from your shirt in the process.

These would be impossible to cover.

Pulling away Ten admired his masterpiece, fresh bruises covering both sides of your neck, your shirt unbuttoned bordering on ripped open, your chest rising and falling quickly showing his effect on you.

“Need you to remember you’re mine.”

After that it was a blur of clothes and movement, somehow you ended up on the bed with Ten between your legs. You weren’t complaining though, only trying to hold in your noises as Ten’s tongue worked over your cunt in ways that made you want to cry. Warm, salty tears were running down your face before you knew it as your legs threatened to shut around Ten’s head. You didn’t even think it was possible to cry from head, Ten left you corrected. It took no time for him to bring you to your first orgasm, a few tears running down your cheeks. Stupidly you assumed that would be the end, but Ten wasted no time inserting two fingers.

“Too much!” Ten only smirked as his tongue continued to assault your clit, flicking it and sucking it between his lips. His fingers quickly found your g spot - at this point it wasn’t a skill, almost as if his fingers were connected to it - massaging it as his fingers continued to thrust into you. Your toes curled at your cunts sensitivity, more warm tears running down your cheeks. If it was possible you might’ve ascended, his fingers steady thrusting combined with his plump lips wrapped around your clit your second orgasm was brought to you all too soon it feels like the fire steadily grew until he pulled his fingers out, slapping them against your clit. You were completely boneless as your second orgasm hit you, all of your limbs relaxing against the bed. For once you weren’t even bothered by Ten’s cocky smile, welcoming it as you pulled him down into a searing kiss.

This kiss seemed different. Ten was letting you dominate the kiss, allowing you to lick into his mouth and control the kiss. This was unusual, but you realized why when you felt the thick head of his cock at your entrance.

“This okay?” Ten spoke into the kiss.

“Please.” He bottomed out in one thrust, forcing a moan out of you. Ten gave you time to adjust, waiting for your signal before setting an aggressive pace almost forcing you up the bed. Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his chest pressed against yours. There was one thing you could never find in anyone else but Ten. He knew your body inside and out, knew exactly how to angle his thrusts to reach deep into you, just what speed to make you feel as if you were having an out of body experience. Your neighbors surely hated you with how your bed smacked against the walls and your loud moans that you couldn’t bother trying to quiet - even if you could there was no way you could be quiet. Besides that, Ten knew exactly what to say.

“You’re mine. Thought I’d never find out?” There was no way you’d be able to answer Ten’s question, especially as endless moans continued to flow from your mouth. “This pussy is mine.” That got an excellent reaction out of you, your legs tightening around Ten’s waist as you whimpered. Ten’s pace slowed almost microscopically as he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, moving your legs so that they were over his shoulders, forcing him so much deeper. You could feel him in your stomach as he started thrusting again.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yo-” Ten knew what he was doing, one well placed thrust making you scream out.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours.” If you thought crying after one orgasm was bad, you were sobbing now, nails digging into Ten’s shoulder as he continued to spear you with his cock.

“Good. Fuck, i wanna ruin you for anyone else.”

“Please.” You’d never felt Ten’s pace falter before an orgasm, but that made him slow down as he looked down at you, eyes wide and filled with tears. He already had, without even knowing it.

Your last orgasm was a surprise. You heard liquid gushing before realizing that you squirted over Ten’s stomach and thighs, soaking the sheets beneath you. You must’ve passed out because you came to with warm water running over you and Ten gently rubbing a washcloth over you. Sighing you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head against his chest, feeling exhaustion hit you all at once.

“You up?” Ten only laughed at your answering groan, continuing to clean your sweat soaked skin. “I was serious.”

“Hm.”

“I was serious about what I said. You’re mine, I don’t want anyone else touching you.”

“I’ve always been yours.”

-

You attacked my neck Beomgyu

How can I hide these????

Thank me later

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[t0wnspersonb]

Hot Springs (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Word Count: 2,570

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, bad language, public, my shit writing, Ushijima being a beautiful man

Summary: You couldn’t remember the last time you and Ushijima got to spend proper time together, so when he suggests going to the hot springs for a date how could you refuse? Although, you two are doing a bit more than just enjoying the hot water. 

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GUYS! I know it’s been a fucking minute😫 I’m still trying to get my shit together for school lmao. BUT I’ve been working on this fic for a while tbh, I was just never motivated to finish it until recently. I apologize in advance if it’s trash😂 BUT, I do have a couple of things to go over. First of all, thank you guys so much for being patient with me the past couple of weeks, I’ve definitely missed putting content out to you guys, I’ve just been super busy with life and school. Second of all, I know I have requests sitting in my inbox, I will do them. Eventually. The only reason why I’m even posting something new is because this story was already in the works, so since it’s done I decided to post it (it’s probably garbage idk lol). Third of all, I love you guys so much  😘😘😘😘 it’s been such a joy writing for you all, and I hope I continue to put out content you guys enjoy! As always, this story is dedicated to @sunshinewitchz​ because she’s the biggest Wakatoshi simp I know, and I love her so much and her endless support. 

I hope you guys enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think of it😊😊

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“- Would you like to go?” Ushijima’s deep voice filtered through your ears; although you only heard the last part, you had no idea what he had said beforehand.

 “Hmm?” you finally looked up at him, the paint brush in your hand stilled.

 A soft frown coated his lips, sometimes you were far too engrossed in your art projects. Usually he didn’t mind, today was different though. It had been two weeks since the last time he had seen you, both of you far too busy to make time to spend together.

 Of course, he would want your undivided attention, he missed you. 

 “I’m sorry Toshi, what were you saying?” you smiled sheepishly at him, carefully setting down the paintbrush, your eyes focused on him completely now.

 “The hot springs. Do you want to go?” He asked again, his eyes flickering over your face.

 Your lips pursed, your brain wracking through the dates to make sure you didn’t already have a prior commitment. “When?”

 He let out another sigh, Ushijima loved you deeply, but when painting was involved… well, you were in a completely different world to the point that it was hard to hold a conversation with you.

 But he also loved your passion for it, he loved how talented you were, how confident you were in your skills. It was proven time and time again whenever you produced your master pieces.

 Although, all your artwork in his eyes were masterpieces.

 You were the best masterpiece of all. Ushijima could stare at you for hours, he could watch you paint for hours, but right now, he wanted to be your sole focus.

 “Do you want to go to the hot springs with me tomorrow?” he asked once more.

 “Okay.” You smiled brightly at him, you didn’t have anything to do tomorrow, except to drop off a painting. Any chance you got to spend with Ushijima you would take. 

 “Okay.” he repeated, a soft smile coating his lips. “Finish up, we’ll go get food once you’re done.”

 You definitely loved Ushijima.

 ***

 “Ushijima-senpai! Y/n-senpai!” Goshiki exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here!?”

 “Your grandma asked for a commission piece! I’m just dropping it off now.” You smiled widely. “I didn’t know you would be here today!”

 “I-I’m just visiting.” he stuttered out, his eyes awkwardly flickering over to Ushijima who paid him no mind, his eyes scanning the outer exterior of the house.

 “I need to collect the money; do you know where she is?” You asked sweetly.

 “She’s out in the garden, please come in.” He said awkwardly, stepping aside. 

 “I won’t be long Toshi!” You said cheerfully, pardoning yourself before you entered the home, leaving Goshiki and Ushijima standing at the entrance.

 “This is nice wood, is it oak?” Ushijima asked suddenly, his eyes tracing over the large door.

 “I don’t know Senpai…”

 Silence once again surrounded them, but like you had said, the exchange didn’t take too long as you came walking up to the volleyball players cheerfully.

 “All set Toshi! Let’s head out yeah?” you smiled up at him.

 He nodded before taking your hand into his and waving goodbye at the male.

 “Bye Goshiki! See you around!” you called out behind your shoulder.

 Sometimes it was a wonder how you and Ushijima ended up together. The concept of “opposites attract” seemed to be in play for this. 

 Your bright and bubbly personality contrasted greatly with his. Ushijima’s blunt and rough exterior was the complete opposite of your gentle and easygoing one. 

 However, you guys shared one trait, and that was the undeniable confidence you guys had in your skills. Ushijima with volleyball, and you with art.

 But despite the contrasting personalities, your relationship worked, the love and respect you guys had for one another was always present.

 “That was really nice of that lady to give us our own spring. I didn’t even know that a place like this could have private ones!” You said happily as you guys walked towards the changing rooms.

 “Yeah.” Ushijima nodded briefly, “see you in a bit.”

 You grinned at him widely before skipping off into your own changing room. 

 You bummed softly to yourself as you began undressing. The showers felt incredible against your skin and you couldn’t help but sigh in content, a trip to the hot springs was something that you definitely needed after working so hard on your commissions.

 You carefully wrapped yourself in the towel and started heading towards the spring. The change in temperature caused a shiver to run through your body, shuddering gently as the steam curled around your damp shoulders. You breathed in the soft scent of earth, sighing softly as your body relaxed in the hot springs air. 

 Your eyes scanned over the area, before pausing on a figure that left your heart racing and your stomach flipping.

 Ushijima paid no attention to his surroundings; his stare was focused on the scenery before him. But that gave you plenty of time to drink in the tall male before you.

 He was truly the most beautiful person you’ve ever met before. His broad shoulders and rippling back muscles were completely exposed to your greedy eyes. 

 How you ended up with such a beautiful man was beyond your comprehension. 

 “What are you waiting for?” His deep voice filtered through the air, your gaze met his olive eyes and you felt your face flush immediately.

 “Just appreciating the view.” You said cheekily before dropping your towel and settling yourself down into the water.

 A long sigh escaped your lips as you submerged yourself completely. This was heaven; you couldn’t remember the last time you had been to the hot springs, and the fact that you got to spend it with the man you loved the most, it was definitely pure heaven.

 “The scenery is very nice here.” he agreed, eyes scanning over the area once more.

 You laughed softly at his statement, your hand gently pressing into the bulging muscle of his bicep. “I wasn’t talking about the scenery. I was talking about you Toshi.” 

 Ushijima felt his expression soften considerably as he looked down at you. You were resting your head against his arm, your eyes closed in absolute bliss.

 This time Ushijima decided  to scan over you, and fuck… you were the best thing he’s ever seen.

 His eyes drank in every inch of your beautiful face, his gaze trailing over the strands of wet hair clinging to your face, wrapping around your collarbone and then your shoulders and…

 Oh.

 He shamelessly stared at your exposed breasts. He could feel his heart rate beginning to pick up as he started to register in his mind that you… no both of you were extremely bare to one another.

 Ushijima couldn’t understand this sudden shyness that began to bubble up in his gut. He had seen you bare so many times before, he’s touched you so many times before, he’s had you in every way that he could think of; and yet… What was this sudden rush of arousal spiking through his blood right now?

 Your eyes fluttered open and met intense olive colored ones staring right back. You felt your mouth go dry, your stomach twisting in a way that was all too familiar.

 The only times Ushijima has ever looked at you like that was when…

 “What is it, Wakatoshi?” You teased slightly, the flush in your face was something that you could blame on the hot water, not the fact that your hunk of a boyfriend was blatantly staring at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

 “You’re beautiful.” he said simply, reaching out to tug on a strand of your wet hair. His strong, thick fingers gently began trailing against the skin of your throat, skimming across your collarbone. Despite the hot water, you couldn’t help but shiver at his gentle touch. 

 “I meant… is there something that you want Wakatoshi?” You asked, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stared at him through your lashes.

 “You. Always you.” he answered simply; his large hand curving gently around your jaw, cupping your face carefully.

 Your stomach twisted pleasantly, an all too familiar burn bubbling deep within your gut, but also... your heart. Once again you were in awe of the man before you, the amount of love you held for him was far too much for your heart to contain, bubbling up and spilling over the longer you looked at him.

 “You have me.” you said quietly, carefully pressing yourself closer to him, your hands rested gently against the bare skin of his chest, strong and oh so broad.

 “Then kiss me.” he demanded, olive eyes burning into yours. Love and passion could clearly be seen in them.

 So, you did. Your hands grabbing at his strong jaw, forcing him to stoop down to your level so you could properly kiss him.

 Kissing Ushijima was possibly the best thing on the planet, his lips were full and strong as they moved against yours, unhurried, but incredibly needy and forceful. 

 His tongue licked against your mouth, hot and wet and deliciously perfect. You eagerly pressed yourself against his large body, melting against him completely. You were too hot, your body overheating immediately.

 It was from the hot springs, right? Not from the hunk of a man that was currently grabbing at your bare waist and yanking you tighter against him, right? 

 Your head spun dizzily, pleasure rippling through your body, a soft whimper tearing through your throat as you felt his growing member press tight against your thigh.

 Ushijima heard you, his grip on your body tightened slightly as he continued to devour your mouth. He began moving you, carefully backing you up further away from the deep end of the hot spring, and then your body was being lifted up until you were no longer in the hot water, rather, you were now sitting on the ledge of the hot springs.

 Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your nipples hardening into pebbles under Ushijima’s watchful eyes.

 From your perched position on the rocks you could easily kiss Ushijima and he could easily…

 “W-What are you doing?” you whimpered out, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth, your heart was racing, faced flush, as you stared at the tall male.

 His large hands were gripping your thighs, carefully moving them apart, his eyes gazing hungrily at your weeping cunt.

 “What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked slowly, and then he was stooping down until his face was between your legs… a hot, fat, tongue sliding up your slit.

 You gasped loudly, eyes fluttering shut, as you leaned back on one of your elbows, your hand covering your mouth shot out and tangled into his damp hair.

 Ushijima hummed slightly, tongue gently flickering against your throbbing clit. 

 He wanted to do this here? Now?

 A thick finger slid easily into your wet entrance, causing your thighs to tremble at the sudden intrusion.

 Apparently yes. Yes, he did.

 When you finally opened up your eyes, the scene before you was absolutely sinful. Your swollen lips parted in awe as you made eye contact with Ushijima.

 His pupils were dilated, the soft olive color completely gone. His wet hair clung to his face, you could see his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth as he continued to eat you out.

 How was he so fucking perfect?

 “Toshi… please.” you begged, pressure beginning to build up, you were so close, but you wanted him. You wanted his thick cock to stretch you out completely right now.

 “Is there something you want?” he asked, voice deep and thick with arousal. His plush lips were wet, coated in your slick.

 Oh fuck.

 How did he look so fucking good between your legs?

 “You. Please. No more foreplay, I want you inside me already, please.” you trembled, watching as he stood to full height.

 Your eyes greedily ran down his naked body. He was just so… so fucking big, in so many ways.

 The strong muscles of his arms, his chest, his stomach, stood proudly on display for you. But as your eyes traveled lower; you could almost drool over the sight of his erect cock, standing proud and ready to be engulfed in your tight heat.

 His fist enclosed over his hard member, pumping up and down his shaft a couple of times before he finally stepped between your trembling legs. Carefully rubbing the head of his cock against your soaked folds, your eyes fluttered at the touch.

 But then with a quick snap of his hips he entered you, bottoming out immediately. 

 His lips slammed down against yours, muffling the loud moan that was about to escape your lips.

 Fuck, you were so full. No matter how many times Ushijima had you, you could never quite get used to his large size. 

 It was almost too much. But he knew that, which was why he waited for a moment, allowing you the time to get used to thick intrusion.

 One of his large hands grabbed at your hip, the other was resting near your head against the ground.

 After a few moments, your legs wrapped around his thick waist, a silent invitation that he could start moving.

 Ushijima didn’t even hesitate, his hips snapping forward, his cock pressing into the deepest part of your tight heat.

 The pace of his thrusts was unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to fuck you, despite the fact that you guys were at a hot spring.

 “Do you hear that?” he murmured; soft squelching could be heard from your lower region. You were absolutely soaked, drenching his thick cock as he slid in and out of you perfectly. 

 You gripped at his broad shoulders helplessly, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you trembled under his large body.

 It was too much… the hot springs, his body, his kisses, the grunts that were coming from his lips, the fact that your boyfriend was fucking you in a public place…

 “I’m close.” you squeaked out, nails digging into his skin. The familiar burn, the ache for release; was coming up quickly.

 His deep thrusts began to speed up, his hips hammering into you.

 “Then cum.” he demanded, his hand reaching down to rub harshly at your swollen clit. 

 So, you did, gushing around him easily, your slick coating his hard member. He grunted loudly, immediately pulling himself out of you, his fist once again enclosing around his member as he hurriedly pumped himself, searching for release.

 Thick ropes of his warmth shot onto your lower belly, hot and heavy against your skin. 

 You watched tiredly as he brushed the wet hair away from his forehead, his eyes trailing over your bare body, a soft expression easily covering his face now. Carefully he pulled you back into the water, situating you on his lap easily as you rested your head against his strong chest.

 You sighed in content as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

 “I love you Wakatoshi.” you said quietly, you peered up at him, a sweet smile coating your lips.

 “I love you too.” he said eyes flickering down at you, a small smile appearing on his face.

 A trip to the hot springs was definitely a good idea. 

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[jaehyunfirstlove]

May I request a LDR au with idol!jaehyun where reader studies overseas and both of them attempt to bond with each other? Thank you❤️

Pairing: long distance bf!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: ngl anon, i had no idea what 'LDR' stood for so i had to ask a friend (props to @jaehyunnie77 for educating me lol), anyway, hope you like it!

“I’m not ready to start dating again, hyung,” Jaehyun sighed, appreciative of Doyoung’s concern but still trying to overcome his heartbreak.

“It’s not dating! Just talking! I just think it would help if you had friends, outside of us, to talk to,” Doyoung clarified, patting Jaehyun on the back soothingly.

“Why does it sound like a setup, though?” Jaehyun smiled, and Doyoung just chuckled.

“Sorry, So-hyun has been bugging me to introduce you two. She thinks you’ll hit it off.”

Jaehyun chewed on his lip, clearly torn between polite propriety, and his own mixed emotions. “I really don’t know…”

“Listen,” Doyoung put a hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder, “just exchange a couple of pleasantries so I can get So-hyun off my back, okay?”

Jaehyun laughed. “Sure, I can do that. Give her my number.”

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You sighed inwardly when you got a message from a family friend, saying she wanted to introduce you to someone. You didn’t know why she would bother setting you up with someone while you were studying abroad, but you assumed she figured the long distance thing wouldn’t be a problem. Feeling pressured, you accepted, and sent off your first message.

Me: Hello, this is Y/N, So-hyun’s friend

You put your phone down, not expecting a response right away considering the time difference, but to your surprise your phone buzzed almost right away.

Jaehyun: Hello Y/N, it’s nice to meet you :)

It was just one line, and one emoji, but for whatever reason you were intrigued.

Me: Oh! I didn’t expect a response right away! Isn’t it the middle of the night there? Sorry to bother you

Jaehyun: No bother at all, I was up anyway

Jaehyun: How are you doing?

Me: I’m doing okay, just finished exams so I can rest for a little bit

Me: how are you? Why are you up so late? Sorry for all the questions

Jaehyun: I don’t mind the questions :)

Jaehyun: I’m glad you’re done exams, what are you studying?

Jaehyun: I’m doing okay as well, just tired from practice

Jaehyun: it’s also why I’m still awake, I always find it hard to sleep after a tough day

You felt bad for him, you knew how hard it was to function on very little sleep. So-hyun hadn’t told you much about him, just that he was an idol, but you didn’t follow the industry so you didn’t know much about it.

Me: Oh! That’s awful! You should try drinking chamomile tea, I find that always helps me relax enough to fall asleep

Me: and I’m studying architecture :)

Jaehyun: oh thanks I’ll try it! I’ll try anything at this point

Jaehyun: and architecture! Wow that’s cool! I’m a big fan of Gehry :)

You broke into a wide smile, Gehry was your favorite too and you planned to do your dissertation on him when you reached graduate school.

Me: aww that’s so cool! What’s your favorite building? Mine’s the EMP museum in Seattle :)

Jaehyun: hmm will have to look that one up! Mine’s the Guggenheim Bilbao, guess I’m boring like that lol

You smiled even wider to yourself, happy to be able to talk about one of your passions with someone outside of school, and not have to bore your uninterested friends to death with it. You were eager to continue the conversation but you looked at the time, realizing you were already running late for your next class.

Me: oops sorry i gotta go to class

Me: talk to you later?

Jaehyun: of course! Have fun :)

---

Although he was exhausted, Jaehyun felt there was no way he could sleep now. He’d only meant to exchange a text or two with you to satisfy Doyoung, but he ended up enjoying the conversation, staying up later than he had meant to. He lay in bed, wide awake, wondering how your class was going, if you’d had something to eat, if it was cold or warm where you were. When sleep still didn’t come, he got up and made chamomile tea just like you’d suggested.

---

“Y/N! Who on earth are you texting? Don’t you know we have a major project due soon?”

You typed faster, wanting to get your message out to Jaehyun even as your classmates gave you dirty looks. “Sorry, guys! Almost done.” You pressed send, putting your phone away and resolving not to check it until you were done with the group project. Except you were dying to know what Jaehyun’s response would be to your question. You bit your lip, drumming your pen on the table anxiously.

“Y/N,” your friend, Sara, leaned in and whispered, “who is this new boyfriend, anyway? When can we meet him?”

You smiled, loving the sound of the term ‘boyfriend’. “Sorry, Sara, you won’t meet him for a while. He’s out of the country.”

“Wow, a long distance relationship,” Sara whistled under her breath, “I don’t know how you do it.”

You had to admit, it wasn’t easy, but Jaehyun was such a sweet, easygoing person. You’d bonded pretty quickly after finding some shared interests, and then you shared pictures and followed each other on social media. Soon you were video calling, almost every day, your days beginning and ending with his dimpled smile on your phone screen. You never thought long distance relationships would work, but you found Jaehyun made it easy. Despite his busy schedule he always made time for you, even if he had to call you from the car on the way to a photo shoot, or backstage at a music show. You thought he would be an unwelcome distraction to your studies, but you found he was a very welcome distraction indeed.

When the group went quiet, you snuck out your phone to check Jaehyun’s response.

Jaehyun: sorry Y/N, I can’t get away right now for a visit, we’re preparing for the next comeback

Jaehyun: thanks for the invite though, please make sure to send pics :)

Your heart sank. You had invited Jaehyun for your graduation, and you were hoping beyond hope that he would be able to make it. You knew it would be a long shot, so you decided to try asking anyway, but now you regretted asking in the first place. Dejectedly, you typed your reply.

Me: oh it’s okay, I figured you probably wouldn’t be able to come

Me: just thought I’d ask anyway

Jaehyun: i’m really sorry

Me: it’s cool! :)

Even though you sent a happy face emoji, you were anything but happy. You didn’t want Jaehyun to see how disappointed you were, so you made sure to put on your happiest face when you video called him later that night.

---

You couldn’t stop fiddling with your cap, and there were loose threads on your gown that were driving you crazy. The worst part was that you couldn’t get a hold of Jaehyun before the ceremony, and you started to bite your lip anxiously, your nerves getting the best of you and no calm words from your boyfriend to help settle you. When they finally called your name you got up nervously to walk to the stage, and suddenly you heard a loud cheer. You knew it wasn’t anyone in your family, so you turned towards the sound, and your heart almost stopped in your chest when you saw Jaehyun in the crowd.

The pictures he’d sent, the videos you’d seen, the image of him on your phone screen did not do him justice. In person, he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. You almost dropped to your knees at the sight of him, but you felt your classmates pushing you towards the stage, clearly not wanting you to make the hellishly long ceremony even longer. On wobbly knees, suppressing a sob, you accepted your diploma, everyone thinking you were emotional because you were graduating, but really it was because you were seeing your long distance boyfriend for the first time.

When you walked off the stage you didn’t go back to your seat, you ran directly into his arms, and he laughed, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around.

“Congratulations, beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, before kissing you softly on the cheek.

“What are you doing here,” you sobbed, unable to hold back your tears as you clung to him.

“Well I recall getting an invitation?” he replied cheekily.

You smacked him lightly on the arm. “You said you couldn’t make it!”

He just laughed again, his eyes twinkling, “I wanted it to be a surprise. Sorry to fool you like that.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, and finally, you got to kiss him. He leaned in, and you got up on the tips of your toes, your lips meeting for the first time. It was everything you imagined it would be, gentle but firm, the want clearly conveyed.

“Thanks for coming, Jaehyun,” you said softly, when you were finally able to tear yourself away from his lips.

He tightened his arms around you, pressing his forehead against yours. “Y/N, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

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Thanks for 1.4k :)

[REQUESTS CLOSED]

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[threadofdestiny]

Magnolia (Bakugou x f!Reader)

Feudal Japan AU

Shogun!Bakugou x Midoriya’s sister!reader

Summery: Her mother, lady Midoriya Inko, had once told her that the gods had predestined a path for every single person. All she had to do was follow the path and trust that it would lead her to happiness. But how could (Y/N) find happiness in a political formed marriage with her brother’s rival, a man known for being brutal and cold hearted?

Warnings: sexual content in later chapters / period-typical-sexism / strong language / violence / Drama / Angst / Fluff / Slow Burn/ political marriage / Reader is Izuku's sister / period-typical-discriptions like vague mentions of longer hair to form typical hairstyles or specific wardrobe / Bakugou is not good at feelings / Bakugou is a mean, explosive boi / third-person perspektive

Wattpad 

AO3

If someone wants to be tagged, just let me know :)

Taglist: @bakugous-mamas​, @bnhastories​, @brittkimm​, @ ellieitstimetosleep

Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Turn of events

For a moment, (Y/N) watched her personal maid through the reflective surface of her mirror, while she tried to force herself to relax her tense shoulders. She hardly noticed how Mina gradually pinned a part of her hair into an elaborate hairstyle, to prepare her mistress for tonight's festivity. With glazed eyes, the young lady let her gaze slid downward to look at the oblong box on her dressing table. A silver hairpin adorned with dark green and rose-colored gemstones rested on the silk cushion of the oil-finished wooden box, sparkling promisingly in the flickering candlelight. The hue of the stones reminded her of the kimono she had worn during her performance at the imperial court. Even the floral pattern of the main piece resembled the flowering magnolia blossoms she had worn in her hair that day. The attention to detail was so shockingly accurate that it made (Y/N) shiver when she had first looked down at the piece of jewelry.

It had been the first time she had stood so obviously in public. Her introduction to society had lasted only a few moments, and yet her future husband had been able to notice so many specific details of her attire. The thought that Bakugou had been there, standing in the crowd as she strode towards the emperor, made the fine hairs on her upper arm stand on end. Goosebumps littered her soft skin, sending anxious shivers down her spine. How perceptive did a person have to be if such small details had stuck in his mind?

"Would you like to wear the hairpin tonight, Miss (Y/N)?", Mina asked curiously, after she stepped away from her mistress to follow her gaze towards the pretty jewelry. Caught off guard, the youngest Midoriya looked up, as she thought about how to answer the question her bright natured maid had phrased eagerly.

Was it too daring to wear that piece of jewelry right away? Or would Bakugou be offended if she didn't wear it tonight? Every decision she made could cause her to sink or rise in his esteem. The uncertainty stirred her eerily. It wasn't even clear if he would really attend today's festivity, and yet (Y/N) couldn't help but to anticipate that he would.

With fluttering eyelids, the youngest Midoriya took a deep breath before finally making a hesitant decision: "...Y-yes... However... do me a favor and lay out a warming kimono in the appropriate color scheme to go with it. The festivities will drag on until late after sunset and I don't want to catch a cold.", she answered nervously, before she lost herself again in her agitated thoughts.

Bakugou was like a parasite that had taken up residence in her mind and it was so incredibly frustrating that they had exchanged less than five sentences with each other until now. Every single gesture, every single word of his she had thought up to the smallest detail. Inwardly pleading that she would find some mannerisms in his behavior to fuel her hope that may had passed her mind beforehand. All she knew was that he was a stubborn and brooding man. Hardly a friendly word had he uttered in her presence until now. His posture seemed entirely dismissive and his vermilion eyes calculating and temperamental, while his reputation makes her tremble with fear at night when she was alone.

And yet, the youngest Midoriya caught herself wishing that she had a chance to learn more about her future husband. That he would also attend the festival tonight. Even if she would only be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him. She wanted, no, she had to know what kind of person she would marry soon, in order to preserve her own salvation.

Despite the fact that (Y/N) hardly knew Bakugou, he was able to confuse her beyond measure. How did someone manage to appear so distant and brusque and yet be so attentive and prepossessing at the same time? Was she that blinded by the wish that there could be more behind their future union than duty to their country? That she had already caught his eyes before the emperor had ordered their engagement? Was it naive to hope that he concealed someone behind his cold-blooded facade she could learn to love someday? That he hid a man behind his cruel mask that was capable to love her as well? But what else could she have done if she wanted to hope for a better, love filled future?

Her destiny was already sealed. She did not have the power to change it. However, it would have done no good to condemn her future, even if her unpredictable fate instilled her with immense fear. (Y/N) didn't want to give up that easily. Even if the stars seemed to stand at a bad constellation, when it regards her future. All she could think about was her fiancé, hoping that she could have a chance for a good life by his side.

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Even though (Y/N) had hoped to at least catch a single glimpse of Bakugou Katsuki, now that her wish had been granted, the young shogun felt even more unattainable. Like two identical magnetic poles pointing towards one another, they repelled each other, both shifting into groups that seemed reluctant to connect. It was not that he explicitly avoided her and her brother. It was just that the young shogun hadn't really moved from his spot at the edge of the celebration to even approach her or Izuku, since the emperor had officially proclaimed her brother as his heir at the beginning of the evening.

Since then, every noble had seized their chance to win Izuku over in some way or another. They had tried to get on her brothers good side, buttered him up now that it was clear that he would be taking the throne in the future. All except for Bakugou. The disinterest he showed made her feel insecure, even if she could guess that he was not a person who liked to occupy himself with groveling courtier's. It made her question her thoughts she had while she had prepared herself for the evening. That maybe he just wasn't interested in dealing with her and her family in general.

For hours, the young debutante had caught herself looking steadily for the blond man, asking herself what she was doing wrong or if he truly would want to get to know her. She had inwardly prayed that he would join them for a moment, but Bakugou remained grimly in one of the more secluded corners near the entrance that led deeper into the more private parts of the imperial gardens, while other nobles flocked around the newly announced heir of the imperial throne.

Together with his companion Kirishima, and surprisingly at times the easygoing noble, Kaminari Denki, he had spent his time with light conversations, while he drove away other approaching persons with gloomy looks. It was strange to observe the stoic man interacting with two such lively individuals, but apparently both noblemen felt comfortable enough to even laugh in the young shogun's presence. This picture which simply did not want to be reconciled with his bad reputation, surprised (Y/N) and made her wish all the more to find out more details about this man.

But of course, contrary to her wishes, the youngest Midoriya had to spent the entire evening obediently following her brother, like the well groomed lady she was. It would not be proper to run off without an escort, especially if she had to represent herself at her best, while Izuku was too busy filling the role of the guest of honor for the evening.

The head of her family had been strangely distant after the negotiations with Bakugou, which only fueled (Y/N)'s insecurity's all the more. While he normally didn't neglect his duties as her guardian, he seemed to be distracted by his own thoughts more often than usual. He was more inattentive than typically. In addition, all the noblemen seemed to distract him even more during the festivities. So much so that he didn't even notice how one of his former fellow pupils had repeatedly approached her in an unpleasant manner.

A few other lords from his years as novices, had engaged Izuku after some time in a deeper conversation as Mineta approaches grew bolder with each attempt. Spurred on by her brother's inattention, Lord Mineta had at some point begun to occasionally brush the fabric of her robe almost as if by accident. He did not seem to notice that his advances were unpleasant to the youngest Midoriya. No matter how much she tried to retreat discreetly, he followed her almost instantly.

Swallowing, (Y/N) dodged the obnoxious heavyset man's gaze as she felt a few stray fingers brush against her wrist. Seeking help, the young debutante looked to her brother, but she was crestfallen to find that he had turned away from her, not sensing his sisters distress. Even his interlocutors also appeared not to notice the man's intrusive gestures, while they were too busy reminiscing old adventures they had endured together.

"You are truly beautiful. I hope my parents are able to put in a good word for me. Maybe they can negotiate an union between us." Mineta spoke in a nasal tone of voice, while he again discreetly tried to step a little closer to her. Surprised, (Y/N)'s eyes widened when she heard the man's statement. Did he missed that the youngest Midoriya was already promised to another man? Or did he not fear the wrath of her fiance?

Wanting to correct the emerging misunderstanding, (Y/N) discreetly shook her head, before starting to speak in a soft manner:"... M-My Lord...M-My apologies... but-", (Y/N) began, struggling for words, as she unobtrusively tried to gain distance between the man and herself without drawing any inappropriate attention to them. She broke off her sentence when she felt several eyes resting on her figure, for fear that these received a false image of the situation. Her fingers clutched at the crystal glass of her refreshment as she continued to stubbornly gaze at the floor, thinking hardly how she should form an appropriate sentence without causing a scene. She felt left alone and helpless, but what was she supposed to do in such a situation without causing a commotion? She was a unmarried woman surrounded by powerful men who did not like to see a lady rebel.

What would her fiancé say if she misbehaved? Defending herself was out of the question in public. She couldn't just kick Mineta in the shins, even if she wanted to. Her behavior could damage her family's reputation.

Due to the fact that (Y/N) was looking for a way out, she did not notice how Mineta tried to approach her again: "You really do smell dreamy!", Mineta's unpleasant voice rang out against her ear as he leaned in to her once more. Wincing, she gasped in disgust, while she abruptly jerked back. Her fingers lost their grip on her drink for a tiny moment as she recoiled, causing the entire contents to spill onto her own garments. The clink of the glass falling on the ground beneath her feet finally made Izuku and his conversation partners turn towards her in confusion, but at that moment she wished she could have sank into the ground rather than be the center of attention. Embarrassed and close to tears the youngest Midoriya took another step back while looking at the damage on her kimono. All at once the pressure of the last few days became impossible to bear, while she looked down at herself, starting to tremble.

"(Y/N), are you alright?," she heard her brother's concerned voice rang out. Instead of being glad that he was finally paying attention to her again, his words seemed to her like the last straw that broke the camel's back, because, no, nothing was alright. But who cared that a young unmarried girl began to realize that the pressures of society weighed far heavier than she had expected, even after she had worked so hard on herself. No one had prepared her for the emotional chaos that would await her once she was introduced to society. Who would have thought that emotions and rational thinking could mess her up so badly? Moreover, she had grown up so stupidly sheltered that all of a sudden everything felt so incredibly overwhelming.

With trembling lips, (Y/N) briefly glanced once at Mineta before looking at her brother and finally shaking her head barely visible. At that moment, the situation just became too much for her. She was afraid that if she continued to stay in that place, she would burst into tears in front of their company. Taking a step back, she mustered up her courage to speak: "E-excuse me, please. I'll go clean my kimono!", she breathed with as much decorum as she could muster before instinctively turning on her heel all at once and ultimately disappearing briskly into the crowd. Had she not been so upset, she probably would have registered that she had run past an enraged Bakugou just a few feet from her point of origin, who was stomping furiously toward the small group. The youngest Midoriya was so agitated, however, that everything around her began to blur behind a veil of tears. Without thinking about the potential consequences, she fled as inconspicuously as possible to the more secluded area of the gardens to retreat behind the high hedges.

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With a clean handkerchief, (Y/N) tried to pat the tears away from her wet cheeks after she had rubbed the stain from the expensive fabric of her attire. She was incredibly disappointed in herself. The whole situation had been so incredibly overwhelming, but she should have tried to keep calm and yet she had not been able to stand it any longer. Now she was alone, sitting on the stone facade of an ornate fountain in a secluded part of the imperial gardens, completely frustrated with her own behavior. The tall hedges that surrounded her, swallowed most of the sounds coming from the celebration. Trying to let the soft splashing of the small fountain calm her senses somewhat, she breathed in the fresh evening air, while the small lights on the surface of the water provided enough light to keep her from sitting there completely in darkness. Sinking into self-pity, the young girl sobbed out once again.

Suddenly a crack which seemed to come from a breaking twig disturbed the silence behind her. Startled, (Y/N) wheeled around, shocked to realize how much darker this place was compared to the festival area illuminated by the lanterns. Nonetheless, she recognized how a man unknown to her slowly stepped into the clearing. An uncomfortable shiver ran down her spine as she rose from her seated position, pressing her handkerchief against her quivering chest.

"Ah, honored Miss Midoriya, what a delightful coincidence to have found you! Your brother is already beside himself with worry!", he greeted her in an emphatically friendly manner as he moved ever so slightly closer towards her. In the shadows of the clearing, his features were a little harder to make out. For a moment she might have thought the man could have been Izuku himself based on his hairstyle, but his face was one she had never seen before. Dark eyes, which were framed by equally dark hair, looked at her insistently, as the man slowly but steadily approached her.

"Excuse me, but I don't remember us being introduced, My Lord.", breathed the youngest Midoriya. Protectively, (Y/N) pressed her bent forearms against her throbbing chest as she thought in alarm about how to escape this situation as quickly as possible. Despite his friendly posture, the man frightened her. The thought that she, an unmarried, betrothed lady, could be discovered alone with another man in a place like this caused panic to spread through her body. She could be accused of immorality if she was found here. That could clearly damage her brother's reputation, as the new heir to the throne. Not to mention, she was troubled by the thought of how Bakugou would react when he heard of this situation. Would he direct his anger at her entire family when he learned of this matter?

"Ahh, forgive me. My name is Shindo Yo. I am a good acquaintance of your brother!", he replied while he indicated a friendly bow. His smile spread across his face as he tilted his head to the side to keep her in view. He was an acquaintance of Izuku? Then why had she never heard of his name before? Normally, her brother was someone who was very talkative when it came to describing people he had already had the pleasure of meeting.

Swallowing, (Y/N) nodded cautiously before trying to discreetly circle the young man, without getting closer to him. "I see... T-Thank you for pointing out that he was looking for me then. I should return to him as soon as possible, my lord!", she breathed affirmatively, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Before the young Midoriya could scurry past him, however, calloused fingers had closed around her wrist all at once. Gasping, the young debutante jerked her head around to look up at the man in panic. Without (Y/N) being able to react in time, Shindo pulled her towards him with a jerk, so that the impact against his muscular body caused a brief dizziness in her head.

"Ahh, I'm sorry, young miss. But I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go just like that. I mean... how surprising it would be to find an unmarried girl alone in the arms of a man in the back of the imperial gardens. How... unheard of! And that too from the future princess. Who would have thought that? I wonder what your fiancé will say when he hears about this? It is said that he and the crown prince are not necessarily favorably disposed towards each other! I wonder what could trigger such a situation between them?"

"No! Let me go, please!"

Sheer panic caused (Y/N)'s body to release a huge amount of adrenaline all at once. Immediately, it awakened the flight reflex in the young debutante, so she desperately began to fight back against the stronger man, punching him with her free hand while trying to tear her other arm away from him. Cursing, Shindo tried to grab her wildly flailing arms, but before he could do so, the youngest Midoriya instinctively grabbed the hairpin her fiancé had given her two days ago. Without paying attention to her hairstyle, she tore the piece of jewelry out of her hair, only to ram the two long pointed teeth of silver metal into her attacker's shoulder. With a cry of pain, Shindo disengaged from her as he staggered back disoriented. Dark blood dripped from her improvised weapon as she held it protectively in front of her. Gasping, (Y/N) tried to widen the distance she had gained between them by backing a few steps away from him, but in doing so she had failed to notice the bump in the turf, which is why, she tripped over her own hem and fell to the ground with a frightened cry.

Full of terror, she realized that Shindo now had the chance to grab her again, but that moment was never to come.

It was only a few seconds later that (Y/N) had registered that Bakugou Katsuki himself had rushed past her to ragefully give her adversary a right hook. The blow seemed to hit Shindo so hard that he almost instantly fell to the ground unconscious.

"Miss Midoriya, are you hurt?", a warm, masculine voice rang out beside her, causing her to instantly startle in panic. Instinctively, she raised her bloodied hairpin in front of her body to defend herself if necessary. However, when she recognized the face of the red-haired companion of the Shogun, (Y/N) immediately relaxed. Instantly, the young debutante shook her head and tremblingly grasped Kirishima's hand, which he had extended to her in offering to help her up. Her body shook like leafs in the wind barely able to keep her to stand upright, but nevertheless, she immediately turned around to look for the person who had come to her rescue. Bakugou bent with clenched fists down towards the man lying on the ground to strike him again, but (Y/N)'s pleading voice made him pause for a moment.

"B-Bakugou-sama!", the young Miss Midoriya gasped in panic as she broke away from his red-haired companion as quickly as possible. Immediately, the blond man spun around, breathing heavily as he returned the frightened girl's gaze. Analyzing, he looked at the stage in which his fiancée was. Her hair had been partially torn out of her hairstyle, while bloodstains adorned the white fur that her maid had previously draped around her shoulders to protect her from the evening chill. Bakugou's whole body radiated a tremendous anger when he saw how frightened she seemed, but as he watched her approach him faithfully, his muscles relaxed instantly. At that moment she forgot all the terrible rumors about her future husband, glad that he had come to her rescue. Seeking safety, the youngest Midoriya extended her fingers to reach into the Shogun's kimono sleeve as her gaze swung timidly to the unconscious Shindo.

"I defended myself. I-I didn't know any other way to help myself. I am sorry.", she whispered in a shaky voice. Bakugou allowed the young girl to claw at his arm. With deep breaths, he studied her expression searchingly. After a moment he shook his head in a dismissive manner before answering her statement:"You did the right thing.", he grumbled, before looking back down at Shindo. Immediately, (Y/N) followed his gaze while she tried to suppress an upcoming shiver that ran down her spine. "Is... he dead?", she asked frightened, when she saw that the man on the ground was not moving at all. It was too dark to make out any injuries, but she knew that he must be bleeding profusely from his shoulder. Snorting, Bakugou shook his head, while his shoulders stiffened again a little. "Not yet!", he growled as he made moves to approach Shindo again. His free hand reached out to grasp the handle of his katana, but (Y/N)'s fingers dug deeper into the fabric of his sleeve as she stepped closer towards her fiance.

"Your Grace. We should get out of here before someone discovers us. Your reputation could ge-" "What do I care about my reputation?", interrupted Bakugou angrily as he spun back around to face her. Overwhelmed, the young girl looked up at him as she searched for a new approach. Shindo had attacked her. He deserved to be punished, but (Y/N) did not want to witness him losing his head because of that. Tears still glistened in the girl's eyes, but no more flowed down her cheeks as she finally began again:"I-I can't be seen here either. That would also damage Izuku's and my reputation!", (Y/N) pressed out uncertainly.

Immediately, realization spread across the blond man's features before he began to curse in annoyance. "Then what are you waiting for? Get the hell moving out of here!", he blustered angrily as he began to push her out of the clearing. "Dunce Face, go find Deku and discreetly explain to him what had happened. I'll take his sister away in the meantime!", he ordered Kaminari, who surprisingly stood a few feet behind Kirishima, nodding dutifully. As he left the clearing, he threw (Y/N) an encouraging smile as he passed her, but he did not hesitate further to carry out his order. "Kirishima! I want you to take care of him! Find out what exactly was going on here!", the Shogun growled in the direction of his other companion, while he gestured towards Shindo with a nod of his head. A serious expression spread across Kirishima's face before he nodded obediently as well.

With her head bowed in shame, the youngest Midoriya left the dark clearing accompanied by the blond shogun, but instead of heading back in the direction of the festival, he led her in the opposite direction. "Going into a secluded part of the garden alone by yourself was reckless, girl! You should be glad that Kirishima had seen you disappear in here! Something more terrible could have happened to you otherwise!", dispraised Bakugou as he dragged her along behind him. Stumbling, (Y/N) moved in the direction she was being pulled, while trying to sort out her appearance as best she could.

"I know!", (Y/N) replied dejectedly.

"That rotten bastard deliberately followed you! You shouldn't have moved away from your good for nothing brother under any circumstances. As a fucking Midoriya, you have a huge target on your back, you hear me? Your brother is going to be the next damn emperor! So you have to be more careful, brat!", added Bakugou angrily as they scurried past the tall rose hedges.

"I... I know.", the youngest Midoriya whispered again. His choice of words hurt the young girl, but she tried not to burst into tears again.

"If you wouldn't have just put up with everything beforehand and just directly told that damn pervert at the party to keep his fucking mitts off of you, it wouldn't have had to come to this in the first place!", the young shogun continued to chide her darkly, giving all of his frustration an outlet. However, the young Midoriya was also still running partly on the increased adrenaline release, which is why she finally looked up to give Bakugou with a pained expression on her damp face. Had she not been so upset, it certainly would have surprised her that he had even noticed the situation at the party. After all, he hadn't seemed like he wanted to give her any attention in the first place. But at that moment, all she could feel was how all of her frustration wanted to burst out of her.

"Yes, I know!", she replied in a sharp voice before taking a deep breath. "I know it now, that going into that part of the garden was incredibly reckless, and I regret it too. But please. Please, don't judge me for trying to ignore Lord Mineta's advances. It was not my place to covet. Causing a commotion in public would have only caused more problems. I didn't want to disgrace you and my brother. Believe me, if it had been up to me, I would have loved to fight back.", (Y/N) blurted out before she could catch herself. Trembling, she pressed her hairpin to her chest, no longer thinking about the fact that the blood sticking to it could stain her clothes even more.

Abruptly, Bakugou spun around after he registered the young debutante's words to glower down at her, snorting with rage. Jaw tightened, he gritted his teeth as he bent down dangerously slow over her smaller frame. "Listen, girl! I will not allow my future wife to be molested by anyone. I order you to fight back, damn you! Do you understand?", growled Bakugou firmly, while his hand tightened around her trembling wrist. Despite the pressure, however, he seemed careful not to hurt her unnecessarily, but this was the least thing that occupied (Y/N)'s mind at the moment.

Shaking her head disbelievingly, she tried to form words of refutation: "But... Y-Your Grace-", the youngest Midoriya began to stutter, eyes widening in shock as she gazed speechlessly into her fiancé's vermilion eyes, unable to form a decent sentence. "I don't expect you to directly ram your jewelry into everyone's shoulder, but use your fucking voice and put people in their place. That perverted little rat wouldn't have dared to approach you if you told him that you were my fucking fiance!", hissed Bakugou angrily as he unconsciously pulled her closer to him.

Silence spread between the mismatched couple after Bakugou's last words. For a brief moment, they looked at each other in silence with rapidly moving chests, until all at once an appreciative grin settled on the mans full lips. This expression literally took the remaining wind out of (Y/N's) sails. How could he seem so amused all of a sudden when he had been furious not even a moment ago?

Before (Y/N) could ask where his change of heart came from, the Shogun once again interrupted the silence between them:"While I had not given you the hairpin with that intention, I cannot deny that I was impressed that you had used it to your advantage.", the young shogun remarked with an amused look as he pointed to her improvised weapon. Speechless, the debutante looked down before an uncomfortable heat shot up her cheeks. Forgetting that he had chided  her just a few seconds ago, (Y/N) lifted her shoulders in shame. "I am sorry!", whispered the young girl, but Bakugou only shook his head, before he indicated to follow him again.

"Don't be. Now Come. I'll take you home.", the shogun ordered a bit softer than before. Clenching her jaw, (Y/N) nodded surrenderingly before walking briskly after her stoic fiance.  

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Bad Ideas - Chapter 1: “I'm his girlfriend”

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I wrote this for @astronavigatrix for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Secret Admirer Exchange! The prompt was Fake Dating and I decided to write '5 Times Luka and Marinette pretended to be dating and one time they didn't need to'. I had a lot of ideas for this and I ended up splitting it in chapters. I hope you like it! 💖

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Marinette's mouth twisted at the scene in front of her, an unpleasant feeling making her stomach twist.

Luka was standing in front of his locker, nodding at a girl Marinette had never seen, a polite smile on his face as she got way too close. She was tilting her head, one finger twirling around a strand of platinum blonde hair as she raised her free hand to his arm. Her long fake nails danced slowly up and down his bicep. 

His expression twisted in annoyance and he tried to shrug her off and put some distance between them, but yet again she leaned in and all Luka could do was roll his eyes at whatever she was saying. 

Marinette grit her teeth. Didn't that girl notice how uncomfortable she was making him? Or how he wasn’t really enjoying her presence at all? Damn, Luka wasn’t even the type of person to show his annoyance like that. He was usually calm and collected. What had she done to make him act like that?

Marinette couldn’t just stand there and watch without doing anything. She had to do something before that girl, whoever she was, made Luka feel more and more uneasy. She watched him look down, his fingers twisting the spinner ring on his thumb, before deciding to take action.

“Lu!” she called, sliding her arm into his as soon as she was close and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as a greeting. She felt Luka stiffen before he relaxed into her, his eyes wide in surprise at her unexpected display of affection. “Marinette?”

The girl in front of them finally took a step back, a startled expression forming on her face while she studied them. She blinked before speaking. “And you are..?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she focused on Marinette. 

Marinette frowned, but her mouth twisted in a sweet smile as soon as she looked back at Luka, “I'm his girlfriend,” she chirped.

Fortunately, her voice didn't betray her. She slid her hand to hold Luka's and squeezed tight, looking up at him.

His eyes were wide, and a strangled sound escaped his lips before he shut it close. Marinette giggled and gave him a confident smile in the hopes that it would  reassure him. She leaned her head to his shoulder and Luka didn't flinch away, but all he managed to let out as his thumb brushed the back of her hand and tried to keep himself grounded was a choked out “Yeah…” that got him to clear his throat.

“You have a girlfriend? Since when?” the girl asked, feigning innocence in a way that sounded so familiar that made Marinette's blood boil.

Luka opened his mouth to speak, but Marinette cut him off, “That's none of your business,” she snarled. The girl huffed in annoyance, and Marinette glared at her. Luka next to her straightened up and took a deep breath, and Marinette gave a comforting squeeze to his hand.

She then  turned her attention back at the girl, who had crossed her arms as her eyes went up and down to study her.

Marinette held her gaze and didn't flinch at the disgusted expression forming in front of her. If she was going to come up with a hurtful comment, Marinette was ready to snap back. It’s not like she hadn’t dealt with disrespectful brats over time, and she wasn’t letting some cheap dollar store Barbie imitation — okay no, actually, she was pretty, but that couldn’t make up for her personality — put her down or harass her best friend. She was Marinette, she was strong and—

“But aren't you a seconde ? Such a shame Luka here's into little girls… you could do so much better,” the girl said in a saccharine voice while fluttering her fake lashes at Luka.

Marinette felt Luka's hold on her hand tightening. She raised her free hand to his chest and gave him a reassuring look, trying to wordlessly tell him that she could handle it, but his jaw was still clenched when she spoke. 

“Yeah, I know, a 16-year-old dating a 17-year-old. Shocking,” Marinette gritted through her teeth and pulled Luka towards her, making the girl scoff and check her nails. Good, now they could leave.

“Come on, I don't want us to be late for class,” Marinette said, holding Luka’s hand tighter and walking past the girl. She didn’t miss the chilling glare Luka sent her way. 

When they were far enough from Luka’s locker, Marinette started walking faster, as Luka didn't have trouble following her nervous pace with his long legs. The closed doors of the classrooms and the colorful posters on the walls passed through her eyes in a blur even as she tried to focus on them instead of the anger that was building inside her. Marinette didn't want to let some stupid Barbie wannabe ruin her day, but all she could think about were the girl’s words. The deprecative tone in her voice when she called her a seconde and told Luka that he could do much better. She didn’t know what she was talking about.

That was stupid, Luka never failed to remind her how extraordinary she was. Even now as she led him through the school and he followed her quietly, he took the first chance he had to shake her from her thoughts.“Marinette, that's not where your class is…”

“I don't care,” she said, looking for an empty classroom she could calm down in. Luka squeezed her hand reassuringly, and his thumb slowly brushed the back of her hand. Marinette took a deep breath, but his action didn't help her forget about long nails moving on his arm and the words still ringing in her head. It actually made her think about it more. 

Who the hell did she think she was?

She had no right to belittle her, to imply that she wasn't worth enough for Luka to spend time with. It didn't matter if it was only because she was trying to hit on him and Marinette was rightfully putting herself between them. She was being disrespectful towards him, invading his personal space, and Marinette couldn't just stand there and watch, right?

No, Luka was her friend and she had every right to rescue him from unwanted attention. It's not like anyone cared about who they were da—

Just as the thought crossed her mind, she realized what she had done, and how Luka had just silently rolled with it and was still holding her hand. Why would she even say something like that?

She picked a turn, opting for the art classroom that was always empty in the early hours of the morning and, when she finally found it, she slammed the door closed behind them.

“Marinette, what the fuck ?” Luka said. His bewildered expression made Marinette’s stomach twist unpleasantly.

She groaned, letting his hand go to hide her face and lean to an empty desk. “I’m so, so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have said it, but she was making you uncomfortable and I wanted to help you get rid of her.”

Luka let out a breathless laugh. “By saying that you’re my girlfriend?”

“I couldn’t come up with anything better, I’m sorry! And if you think she’ll spread the rumor, we can just say that we broke up or something. We’re not even together in the first place and I know I was stupid and I understand if you’re mad at me, but I did it because—”

“Marinette,” Luka interrupted her, his hands reaching for her wrists to gently pull her hands down and reveal her face. As he looked her in the eyes, he held a soft expression that made her feel incredibly better. “I don’t care about the rumors. Honestly, I should thank you for stepping in. I’ve been trying to let her down gently, but it didn’t work. I’m sorry you had to deal with her, too,” he said, his voice tense.

She reached for his hand and squeezed it gently before speaking. “It’s alright, Lu. I’ve learned to deal with that,” she said. 

“I know, but you shouldn’t have bothered...” he sighed.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “I’m your friend Luka, and friends help each other out,”  she said. Luka nodded, but something about him seemed off. She knew Luka was the type of person to handle things by himself, but he never rejected Marinette’s help when she offered it. 

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me for saying that I’m your girlfriend?” she asked hesitantly.

Luka looked up at her and gave her a small smile. “I’m not mad at you, Mari,” he reassured. “You’re fine. Just… don’t catch me off guard with stuff like that.”

Marinette nodded and leaned to wrap her arms around him. She felt his chuckle rumble through his chest as he held her, and when she pulled away, she could finally see the easygoing smile she liked so much. 

“Who was she, by the way?” Marinette asked.

“Just some girl from Terminale D. We met at a party last weekend and she got a bit clingy,” Luka said sheepishly, one hand going up to rub his neck.

“That's putting it nicely,” Marinette chuckled.

“Well,” Luka sighed, “I did tell her I wasn't interested in her, so having her still trying to catch my attention was kinda frustrating.”

“Just a little bit,” Marinette teased, pinching her thumb and index together. 

Luka chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Thank you for coming at the right time.”

Marinette giggled, and the uneasiness she felt from making up a lie to rescue him from someone's hold disappeared. “I'll be your fake girlfriend whenever you need.”

You could be my real one.

Luka shook the thought out of his mind. Sometimes the feelings he hid deep down in his stomach made their way back up to his heart, and all he could do was push them down again. They'd already been through this, and Luka was happy with being close with Marinette without wanting more. It was only in times like this, when she was careless and maybe made some stupid choices to help him out (like, for example, saying that she was his girlfriend) that they would resurface.

But he learned how to deal with that. A few deep breaths, thinking about the smell of the Seine, and he would be fine. No more thoughts about being more than friends with Marinette.

They had known each other for years and, now that they went to school together and grew closer, he was happy that Marinette had found he was someone to count on. It was the same for him, even if sometimes it meant that he had to control the impulse to kiss her on the spot or scold himself for staring at her for too long.

The sound of the first bell rang, making Luka wince and Marinette giggle in response. He shook his head, taking a moment to recollect himself and clear his throat before speaking. “Can I walk you to class?”

“Don’t you always do that?” Marinette teased before walking to the door. 

There was only easy chatter after that, and Luka took a breath of relief as he realized he was listening to Marinette without focusing on the way her lips moved or the feeling of her shoulder brushing against his. She was complaining about some group project she had to work on in the afternoon when they reached the door of her class.

“Well, let me know if you need to be rescued again from some overly-clingy girl,” Marinette said.

Luka shook his head, letting out a small laugh. “Of course, I will.”

Marinette smiled at him but, before she could reply, the second bell rang.

Luka's hand ruffled the hair on top of her head, making Marinette wince, and his mouth moved before he could even realize what he was saying.

“See you at lunch, girlfriend.”

#lukanette #LBSC Exchange 2021 #endgame lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #my writing

[acesydneysage]

A Sydney and Eddie retrospective

@vablappreciationweek Favorite familial relationship: The Melrose Twins

Part 1, Books 1-3: The Nice, Cute Trilogy Where a Friendship Blooms and Nothing Bad Happens

Part 2

In Bloodlines, Sydney and Eddie are still getting to know each other. Eddie seems to find Sydney's awkwardness endearing, and they have a certain camaraderie as The Responsible Ones. I think the first time he calls her sis is really cute, even if they don't actually think of each other as siblings yet:

I guess I shouldn’t say everything that comes to mind,” I murmured to Eddie. I was used to being direct in social situations, but it occurred to me that simply saying “Yeah, totally!” would’ve probably been the correct response. I’d had few friends my own age and was out of practice. Eddie grinned at me. “I don’t know, sis. You’re pretty entertaining as you are. Keep it up."

There's a lot of cuteness. Eddie insists on teaching Sydney how to throw a puch, to keep his promise to Clarence. And there's this adorable little fist bump too:

I returned to my desk and received an approving fist bump from Eddie. “Nice work. You don’t have to take a real class. Of course, if she’s got you reading Latin, maybe it’ll be worse than a real class.” “I like Latin,” I said with absolute seriousness. “It’s fun.” Eddie shook his head and said in a very, very low voice: “I can’t believe you think we’re the strange ones.”

That last line brings me to the conflict. Even if the power dynamics for it to be oppression aren't there (and Eddie can't exactly claim his society treats humans amazingly well in my opinion), having someone think that you're an evil, unnatural creature cannot be fun. They mostly don't let it get too far because they're both very professional, so what you get is a thoughtless comment from Sydney and answering jab from Eddie.

“Even a dhampir like you should know that.” He smiled ruefully. ‘“Even a dhampir like me?’” I supposed I’d been a little insulting, but it couldn’t be helped. [...] That wry smile returned. “Everything’s black and white with you Alchemists, isn’t it? Do you think you can really stop her from doing anything? You should know better. Even your childhood couldn’t have been that abnormal.” With that slap in the face, Eddie stalked off, leaving me aghast.

The more explicit conflict they have surrounds Jill's dating life, and the taboo of vampire/human relationships, and that's how we get Lee. The mini-golf family outing is very cute, the twins actually talk in sync at one point, Eddie steps up when he thinks Adrian is making Sydney unconfortable, and he claims that the Dracula statue incident is the first time he heard her laugh. But of course it leads to trouble in the form of Jill's escapade with Lee.

When Sydney explodes about feeling like their mom afterwards (I love that speech), Eddie is included for not scaring off Micah. He's honestly regretful about not pulling his weight, even though she says he's not as bad as the others. I think their relationship is pretty smooth from then on. After that talk they seem to understand each other better.

“Spirit users can take antidepressants, can’t they? If he’s worried about it becoming a problem, then he needs to step up and take charge. He has a choice. He’s not helpless. There are no victims here.” Eddie studied me for several seconds. “And I thought I had a harsh view on life.” “You have a harsh life,” I corrected. “But yours is built around the idea that you always have to take care of other people. I was raised to believe that’s necessary sometimes but that everyone still needs to try to take care of themselves.” “And yet here you are.”

The similarities between Sydney and Eddie's worldviews should be taken as a sign that Guardian ideology is about as messed up as Alchemist ideology, to be honest. But other than her hang-ups about vampires she always thought pretty highly of him:

Eddie was the one who finally spoke, his words soothing and kind. He so often gave off the impression of a do-or-die warrior that it was surprising to realize he was actually very compassionate.

Once Adrian tells her about Mason, she has more insight into the tragic past he hides behind his easygoing nature. I'm keeping this the happy post,more on Eddie's tragic past on the next one. By the end of the book, they've spent a more significant amount of time together, and even though Sydney is not great a reading people and Guardians are probably very good at hiding their feelings, she's the one who notices his feelings for Jill, because she's the one who's paying attention to him.

In The Golden Lily, Sydney is already pretty fond of the whole gang (and feeling pretty conflicted about it), and they clearly like her a lot, too. She spends only a weekend away and she already misses all of them. Eddie is so relieved she's back in town to save him from the crazy. There's more talk about their similarities, "Like me, he understood duty", and they continue to have Mom Friend and Dad Friend solidarity:

Jeans, khakis, a few solid colored T-shirts. They were very practical, very much something a no-nonsense guy like Eddie would pick out. I approved. “The size actually looks right. Good eye. We’ll have to send you out shopping more often.” “If that’s what I have to do,” he said, face serious. I couldn’t help but laugh in surprise. “I was joking.” I put the shirts back in the bag. “I know that couldn’t have been fun.” Eddie’s face gave nothing away. “Oh, come on. It’s okay. You don’t have to play stoic with me. I know you didn’t enjoy it.” “I’m here to do a job. Doesn’t matter if I enjoy it or not.” I started to protest but then thought better of it. After all, wasn’t that my philosophy too? Sacrificing my own wants for higher goals? Eddie was intensely dedicated to this mission. He never backed down. I expected nothing less from him than single-minded focus. [...] “Sydney,” he said gently. “You’re the most responsible person I know, but this isn’t what you’re here to do. You don’t have to take care of everything and everyone.” “I don’t mind,” I said automatically. “It is what I’m here for.” But even as I said it, I wondered if that was true. A bit of the anxiety from the bunker returned, making me question if what I did was truly Alchemist responsibility or the desire to help those who—against protocol—had become my friends. “See? Now you sound just like I did earlier.” He stood up and flashed me a grin. “You want to come with me to Adrian’s? Be responsible together?”

Of course by this point Sydney is unconfortable with her image as the hyper responsible one who's all about duty and never has fun. With Sydney encouraging Eddie in his feelings for Jill, and Eddie thinking Sydney going out on a date isn't a bad idea, thoughout TGL they're telling each other that it's okay to have feelings and relax a little, and not be completely focused on duty all of the time. "I'm not gonna do it, but you totally should."

Sydney explicitly thinks of Eddie and the gang as her friends at this point. I don't have anything to say about this, it's just cute banter, I'm gonna claim that it shows that they already have a more relaxed, friendly dynamic:

Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions. “Improving how exactly?” I asked. “In combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?” “Or in turning off caps-lock?” added Eddie. “You noticed that too?” I asked. “Hard not to,” he said.

Eddie just happens to be hanging around her dorm at the time her date comes to pick her up for reasons, very good ones I'm sure (“And I was here to, um…”). He seems to spend a signicant amount of time discussing Sydney's love life with the gang.

Eddie is now more open and vulnerable with Sydney, talking to her about his feelings for Jill and how hard it is to touch her during sparring lessons, and about how unconfortable he is with Angeline's unwanted advences. He sees her as an ally in that area:

“There’s a Halloween Dance?” Eddie dragged himself from his misery to give me a surprised look. “How do you not know? There are signs everywhere.” I stirred around my steamed vegetables. “They must not be anywhere I’ve been.” Eddie gestured with his fork to something behind me. [...] “How can you memorize entire books but miss something like that?” asked Angeline. “Because Sydney’s brain only records ‘useful’ information,” Eddie said with a smile. I didn’t deny it. “Don’t you think Eddie should go?” pushed Angeline. “He needs to watch out for Jill. And if he goes, we might as well go together.” Eddie shot me a desperate look, and I tried to find him a way out of this.

They already know each other better at this point, and what to expect. Also, this little passage just screams SIBLINGS to me:

“You’re going to this one, aren’t you?” asked Eddie. “With Brody?” “Brayden. And I don’t know. We haven’t even had our second date. I don’t want things to move too fast.” “Right,” Eddie said. “Because there’s no bigger sign of commitment than a Halloween dance.” I was about to get him back by suggesting maybe he and Angeline should go together after all when Jill and Micah joined us.

It really pains Sydney to see Eddie hurting, and she feels like his insistance in staying away from Jill and encouraging her relationship with Micah is masochistic. And she talks him up to Jill when she shows interest.

In the end, Eddie goes along with the plan to keep Sydney out of the loop when they raid the Warrior's compound. He has a whisper fight with Adrian where I assume he convinced him to let it go, and he's the one to put a tracking device in Sydney's purse. Sydney considered the whole thing a pretty big betrayal of all of them, her vampire friends and Alchemists alike.

When the raid goes down, Eddie can't get to Sydney, and she motions at him to go without her. According to Adrian, when Eddie came out without Sydney he was "babbling" about how she'd gone out some random door. He was obviously pretty worried about her:

“Sydney!” he exclaimed. He immediately released Angeline’s hand and hurried over to me, astonishing me with a hug. “Thank God you’re okay. I hated having to leave you there. That wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to have gotten you out with Sonya.” “Yeah, well, maybe next time, someone can fill me in on the plan,” I said pointedly. Eddie grimaced. “I’m sorry about that. I really am. We just…” “I know, I know. Didn’t think I’d go along with it, were afraid something would go wrong, etc., etc.” “I’m sorry.” I didn’t entirely forgive him, but I was too tired to push the matter much further. “Just tell me this,” I said, lowering my voice. “Were you just holding hands with Angeline?” He blushed, which seemed ludicrous after the fierceness I’d seen him pull off back at the compound.

Sydney still didn't fully forgive any of the Palm Springs gang for this, but it also drove a rift between her and the Alchemists, which helped do away with the conflict she felt about liking them.

On to The Indigo Spell, Eddie's the only person Sydney trusts with her car which is a high honor.

I took my car keys out of my bag and reluctantly handed them over to Eddie. He was the only one I trusted to drive my car, and I always let him borrow it when I left town, in case he needed to run errands for our group. “Here you go. I better get it back in one piece. Do not let Angeline near the driver’s seat.” He grinned. “Do I look suicidal? I probably won’t even use it. Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to the airport later?”

When Marcus gives sydney a black eye, she feels like Eddie might want to hunt down her assailant, which I feel goes a bit beyond the immediate protection he'd give just anyone who needed it. When Sydney starts going on super secret meetings with rebel alchemists she decides the Eddie is the man to call for protection:

I’d been a little hesitant to let Eddie in on Marcus. Eddie certainly wasn’t going to turn Marcus or me in to the Alchemists for sideline plotting. That being said, I also didn’t want Eddie to think the Alchemists were involved in nefarious schemes against the Moroi. That might very well be something Eddie would relay back to his own people, which could in turn cause all sorts of diplomatic problems. Even this hint of the Alchemists potentially being in contact with the Warriors was dangerous. I decided that having Eddie as protection was worth the risk of him hearing something he shouldn’t. He was my friend, and I trusted him.

When Eddie hears that there might be a connection between the Alchemists and the Warriors, and that the later might be after Jill, he trusts Sydney to find out what's going on and help him keep Jill safe, which is pretty much the most important thing in the world to him:

“It’s all circumstantial,” argued the scientist in me. “Sydney,” said Eddie. I turned to him and saw something in his eyes I’d never expected to see: pleading. He didn’t care about Alchemist conspiracies or Marcus’s Merry Men. What he cared about was Jill, and he’d heard something that made him think she was in danger. That was unacceptable in his world. He would do anything in his power to keep her safe, but even he knew stealing information from the Alchemists was out of his league. It was pretty much out of mine too, but he didn’t know that. He believed in me, and he was silently begging me to help.

So they both really trust each other at this point. It's Eddie's pleading and her own worry for Jill that convince Sydney to take the pretty big risk of stealing Alchemist files.

I had to stop myself from adding a bunch of instances of Eddie blushing that aren'tactually that relevant to their relationship, so I have to agree with Sydney that blushing Eddie is adorable:

Eddie still looked way too serious for this discussion. “Maybe Eddie would volunteer,” I suggested. “I bet guardian posture would be great on the catwalk.” He blushed, which even I had to admit was adorable.

Eddie talks pretty openly to Sydney about his relationship with Angeline throuhgout the book, and then when that implodes spectacularly he agrees to talk to Sydney about it. They meet at a cafe and when the scene starts Sydney claims they had been there for almost an hour. Eddie Castile spent AN HOUR talking about his feelings with Sydney Sage, I just love that. The serious, dedicated Guardian allowing himself to be vulnerable and to be conforted. Then we get this beautiful, beautiful little exchange:

“Thanks for the moral support,” Eddie told me. “Sometimes it feels like you really are a sister—” That was when my car exploded. Sort of.

Interrupted by an exploding car because I can't have nice things. During that conversation Sydney was feeling pretty terrible herself, and she can't talk about her fight with Adrian. But that makes her wish that at least Eddie could be happy even more.

At this point I consider them to absolutely be ACTUAL TWINS, but I'm gonna have to leave the second half of the series, where Sydney and Eddie prove their love for each other in the most painful way possible, for a part 2.

#Rapha's Bloodlines Tag #sydney sage #eddie castile #bloodlines series #vampire academy #melrose twins #va #bloodlines #vablappreciationweek

[minteagalaxea]

nebulochaotic | j.w.w

wonwoo and haseo

genre: fluff, some angst, tension

word count: 1.9k

inspiration: the “home run” music video, cable girls, the roaring twenties.

note: i haven’t posted a story in a while...and this is very crazy. 

"operator seventeen, how can i help you?" the voice inquired, tone neutral and apathetic as she spoke through the phone.

"yes, could you connect me to choi seungcheol, number 808, please?" the other responded, the masculine timbre mimicking the expression from the operator.

"of course, one moment, please," came the natural response, and there came the click of a connecting wire, following by a few cranks of the dial, "hello, you have a call from 717, would you like to accept it?"

"yes, please," she heard the voice on the other end call, and she connected the two speakers, letting the conversation commence between the two men, surreptitiously scrawling down written notes until the discussion ended.

after a few moments, the woman plugged a new cable into the board, turning on the switch as she stated, "detective lee, i have some information for you."

"mr. jeon, a pleasure to meet you here," the man spoke casually, taking a seat across him on the elegant couch of the club.

"detective lee, what a coincidence," the other returned with the same perfunctory manner, though considerably terser than the former, "how can i satisfy you tonight?"

"you wouldn't happen to know any information about the diamond heist, would you, mr. jeon?" he inquired with his amiable, easygoing grin, with the underlying tones of animosity.

"i do not, detective lee, though i am surprised that you've heard of that—i had thought it was a private subject."

"then, you are privy to the details," the latter remarked triumphantly, "are you aware of its whereabouts, or anyone that would know?"

"even if i were privy to them, the majority of what i do know is from the grapevine, although i'm curious as to how you acquired this information."

"it's like you said, mr. jeon: i heard it through the grapevine," he answered briskly before his eyes wandered to see a woman, her hair curled hair and lips painted, peering at them before averting her eyes, "either way, have a nice evening."

"to you, as well," the man bid farewell, before rising to his feet to approach the young woman, extending a hand as he inquired, "care to dance with me, miss?"

the woman took his hand and looped her arms around his neck; they swayed in small harmony, the jazz-tango trumpets and double bass permeating the void caused by silence. he took note of the way that her eyes flickered towards the clock in the corner as the sultry tones began to fade; "did you have somewhere to be?" he inquired, receiving a small nod.

"i hope i'll be able to see you again," he speaks, earning a small nod from her as she loosened his grasp, shoes clicking on the floor as she left the building.

"operator seventeen, i was wondering about something," the voice on the other end reported, "your name."

"you're venturing into dangerous waters, sir," she retorted evenly, "although, there must be a reason as to why you're curious about it now, considering i've answered your calls ever since the beginning of my job."

"well, i thought since you'd be my operator unless drastic circumstances arise, i should get to know the lady that's handling my conversations."

a faux sigh escaped her lips before she lilted, "i suppose it would be fair, considering that the chances of us intentionally crossing paths is improbable—kwon haseo."

"thank you for telling me, miss kwon; now, could you please connect me to kim mingyu, number 416?" he requested.

"of course; one moment, please," haseo's tone reverted to her proper, business tone, pleasantries aside as she plugged in the other cable to the required number, cranking to ring. "hello, you have a call from 717; would you like to accept it, sir?"

"yes, please," the other voice remarked, and as she connected the line, she attempted to funnel their dialogue to its most important, though she found herself listening more anyway, fond of the man's baritone voice.

17 carat teemed with people, dancing to the big band jazz and drinking the bootleg alcohol to forget their sorrows and menial struggles of the day. wonwoo wove his way through the myriad of touchy hands and inebriated lips, landing his dark eyes on the girl from the night prior, swirling a glass of wine between the space of her fingers. her head leaned down, almost worn as he watched her exhale shakily; "is the alcohol not sufficient for you tonight, miss?" he questioned.

"just had long workday, sir, though i appreciate the concern, nonetheless," she reassured, tone sincere and laced with the exhaustion of her day, turning her head to peer at him with a nebulochaotic smile, "i danced with you last night, didn't i?"

noting the tilt in his head, the woman attempted to repeat her statement, sighing after repeating it innumerably, though she leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek, standing up and stepping out the bar sluggishly.

"so, let me get something straight—you have an infatuation for the switchboard operator you speak to daily, but you also have an infatuation with the woman you dance with whenever she is present here?" seungcheol inquired.

"that would summarize it," wonwoo affirmed, sighing, "both of them are charming in their ways, but i don't think it's the best idea to have a crush on a woman i've never seen and another i've never heard."

"you've never seen the switchboard operator, and you haven't heard the looker you've been giving heart-eyes to speak?" mingyu elaborated, eyes bulging widely, "wonwoo, i know you pay us and are our superior, but how exactly did you manage to find yourself enraptured with somebody knowing that that puts either woman in danger?"

"i know, mingyu, you don't need to remind me," the elder grumbled to himself, taking a sip of his scotch, "and i'm probably going to regret it if i drag her into this business."

"have you ever considered, wonwoo, that they might be the same person that you've just encountered at two vastly different points of the day?" soonyoung theorized.

"there's something offputting imagining her to be a lethargic, unamused operator with her smirking," wonwoo shook his head; his mind felt perplexed at the thought of combining the two people to create a single entity.

"soonyoung possibly is right," seungcheol affirmed, "yes, you find yourself enamored with her, but what if it isn't two different people—"

"what is our status report regarding the package, seungcheol?" he cut off sharply, "we don't have much time between acquisition and transfer."

releasing a sigh, the man responded, "minghao has the package, which he received from hansol, who will have it transferred and exchanged at the telephone company."

"what time is optimal?"

"9 am sharp, and not a second later," he reported firmly, "chan will take the package and have it safely transported."

"what about other bypassers—we can't afford to have witnesses derailing the entire operation, boss," mingyu indicated in the plan.

"well, we just don't have to be there by the time the authorities arrive," the leader remarked, smirking devilishly at the group of men, "but, anyway, enjoy the evening. after all, the night is still young."

as the group of men dispersed, another pair of steps made their way over to him, her hand extending to his shoulder, eyes glowing in concern. "i'm alright, just stressed from my workday, doll," wonwoo reassured.

a huff of sympathy blew past her lips, and she reached for his hand, rising to her feet as she tugged his body towards the dance floor, wrapping her arms around him as they sway to the big band jazz. eventually, he began to twirl her, his figure loosening with her movements, finding joy in her figure contorting and bending as he placed his hand against the small of her back.

wonwoo's period of relaxation ended abruptly, however, when the woman departed, though she leaned upwards to leave a kiss to his cheek. yet, he turned to have it land on his lips, coiling over her close before she departed, a wistful expression on his face as he spectated, a hand brushing his lips.

"haseo, please go home, doll," she heard the man on the line forebode, "i don't want you to get hurt."

"what do you mean by that?" haseo lilted, her tone slightly nervous, although she had to do her best to stifle the smirk on her lips.

"your workplace will be in danger in the next hour," he growled, "go home. if you value even a minute semblance of your life, then please evacuate the premises now, doll, for my sanity."

"i...okay," she acquiesced, "and, umm...stay safe, too, wonwoo, for my sanity," hanging up quickly before garnering suspicion from the man in question, her fingers rapidly rearranging her cable to connect to a different line.

"detective lee," haseo warned frantically, her fingernails tapping at her workstation, "i believe the exchange is occurring in an hour at the telephone company."

"how exactly did you find out this information?" the man inquired rapidly, "who told you."

"jeon wonwoo told me," she answered, "he told me to leave work to prevent inserting myself into the crossfires and becoming potential collateral."

"we'll be there promptly, but, haseo, he is aware how you acquired the information, right?"

a brief moment of silence permeated the two of them before the girl raised her voice to answer the question, "if he didn't before, then he finds out today."

his footsteps entered the building, and the others extended their guns as they circled the premises, seungcheol releasing a gunshot and eliciting screams from the men in the building.

throughout the commotion, wonwoo skirted his way through the droves of panicked people, before settling his eyes onto minghao and chan, who exchanged the parcel. before he could engage in further chaos, he felt a cock of the trigger directly by his ear—"jeon wonwoo, you're under arrest for robbery, money laundering, and for direct defiance of the volstead act."

"you have no proof of that, detective, and even if you did, they wouldn't be substantial enough to warrant a sentence."

"perhaps so, but i believe that all our evidence would be your word against your own in court, wouldn't it, haseo?" he teased, and wonwoo noted a figure in a black pantsuit, a coat over her arms as she spectated all the chaos.

feline-like eyes met large, doe-like ones, though both were unreadable as they stared at each other in the middle of their nebulochaotic surroundings.

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen #svt #svt wonwoo #svt imagines #svt scenarios #jeon wonu #wonu #svt wonu

[wayhavenguide]

Book One, Chapter 12

IF THE DETECTIVE WENT OUT FOR DRINKS

Choice 1

I let out a relieved sigh to see him all right after the encounter with the thralls.

Teamplayer +12%

I smile at him, glad he seems no worse for the wear after the encounter with the thralls.

Teamplayer +8%

After a quick inspection, I give a nod. He’s obviously fine. No need to make a big deal out of it.

Teamplayer -8%

I only glance at him, just like I would on any other day.

Teamplayer -12%

Choice 2

...I agree with them. The public can’t handle knowing what might really be lurking out there.

Agency +1

...I agree with them. It’s kind of nice to be one of the few people in on the secret.

Agency +1

...I don’t agree with the Agency. The public should know what might be out there.

If Agency is above 0, Agency -1

...I don’t agree with their methods. Secrets come out eventually.

If Agency is above 0, Agency -1

...I don’t really have an opinion on this. It’s up to them how they handle it.

No effect

...I think I’ll have to learn more before deciding if I agree with them on this.

No effect

If the Detective is female, Douglas will develop a crush on her. If the Detective is non-binary or male, Douglas will develop a hero-worship complex for them.

Choice 3

“Douglas, this is really not necessary.”

Sarcastic -6%

“Okay, that’s enough. Back to work, kid.”

Easygoing +6%

Chuckle. “See you later, Douglas.”

Friendly +6%

“I’m sure you’ll be able to replace your father soon, with such a talent at flattery.”

Sarcastic +6%

“As much as I’m sure we all enjoy the praise...please stop.”

Charming +6%

“Sucking up won’t get you anywhere. Hard work will.”

Charming -6%

IF THE DETECTIVE STAYED AT THE OFFICE

Choice 1

“Good morning, Douglas.”

Friendly +6%

“Nice to see you, kid.”

Easygoing +6%

“Any news while I’ve been gone?”

Friendly -6%

“Put the phone away!”

Charming -6%

“Good to know things haven’t changed…”

Sarcastic +6%

“Ah, Officer Friedman, hard at work I see.”

Charming +6%

Choice 2

...I agree with them. The public can’t handle knowing what might really be lurking out there.

Agency +1

...I agree with them. It’s kind of nice to be one of the few people in on the secret.

Agency +1

...I don’t agree with the Agency. The public should know what might be out there.

If Agency is above 0, Agency -1

...I don’t agree with their methods. Secrets come out eventually.

If Agency is above 0, Agency -1

...I don’t really have an opinion on this. It’s up to them how they handle it.

No effect

...I think I’ll have to learn more before deciding if I agree with them on this.

No effect

PATHS MERGE HERE

If the Detective stayed at the office, they will be surprised to see it immaculate after it had been destroyed during the fight with the thralls, and F will say that the Agency is good at cover ups. Otherwise, they will think the office looks the same as always.

Choice 3/4

(ALL CHOICES HAVE NO EFFECT)

Choice 4/5

Determines who will go to the hospital with the Detective

[A] and [F]

[N] and [M]

Choice 5/6

If the Detective decided to go with A and F...

“Thanks for worrying, but I’ll be fine.”

N Friendship +1

“I can take care of myself.”

No effect

“That’s why I’m taking backup, right?”

No effect

“I’m more concerned with catching him than about myself.”

No effect

“If he’s still lurking around the hospital, then he’s dumber than we thought.”

N Friendship +1

Choice 5/6

If the Detective decided to go with N and M...

“I’m not sure if that’s concern or an insult…”

No effect

“Thanks, but I can handle doing my job.”

A Friendship +1

“But according to you, ‘stupid’ is what I do best, right?”

No effect

“I have a job to do, and I will do it no matter the risks.”

No effect

“You’re actually worried about me, aren’t you? I didn’t know you had it in you.”

No effect

“Thanks, but I’ll be okay. I’ve got backup.”

A Friendship +1

If N Romance is 5 or above, F will tease N about liking the Detective, before telling N that they think the Detective likes them back. In addition to this, if A Romance is 4 or above, N will catch A with an uncertain frown on their face upon hearing this exchange between N and F. Otherwise, A will have a disapproving stare.

If A Romance is 5 or above, F will tease A about being attracted to a human, before telling A that they think the Detective likes them too.

If M Romance is 5 or above, F will tease M about fancying the Detective, and M will say they “fancy taking [them] back to my room and—” before N cuts them off.

If F Romance is 5 or above, M will catch F watching the Detective leave and M will tease them about it.

HOSPITAL WITH A AND F

Choice 6/7

(ALL DIALOGUE OPTIONS HAVE NO EFFECT)

Choice 8/9

I can’t help when my gaze falls on [F].

I can’t help when my gaze lingers on [A].

LOOKED AT F

Choice 9/10

I smirk at [them], an inviting expression to hopefully lure [them] closer.

F Romance +1

I swallow to steady the sudden fluttering in my stomach as I look over at [them].

F Romance +1

I get back to the computer

No effect

Choice 10/11

If F Romance is 5 or higher...

“Actually yeah, I’m going to try and see what I can get off of this. Wanna help?”

F Friendship +1

Clear my throat and try and keep my composure under [their] gaze. “Uh, sure.”

F Romance +1

Turn and capture [their] attention. “What kind of help are you suggesting?”

F Romance +1

“No, I can handle this on my own.”

No effect

LOOKED AT A

Choice 9/10

I smirk over at [them]

A Romance +1

I try to ignore the fluttering in my stomach as I look over at [them].

A Romance +1

I get back to the computer.

No effect

Choice 10/11

If A Romance is 6 or above...

“I don’t mind at all. It was just unexpected.”

A Friendship +1

“No, it’s good. I’d prefer you call me that.” Smile and swallow down my excitement.

A Romance +1

“I can think of other ways for you to call my name…”

A Romance +1

“I’d rather stick to ‘Detective.’’

No effect

PATHS MERGE HERE

If Science is 35 or above, the Detective will be able to tell what’s on the computer, saying they look like DNA results.

If A Romance is 5 or above, their hand will brush against the Detective’s when they come to look at the computer monitor.

Choice 11/12

“This may surprise you, but that doesn’t help me relax at all.”

F Friendship +1

“I won’t let him get a chance to try it.”

No effect

“Knowing even part of his motivation may help us with the case.”

A Friendship +1

“Are you trying to help, or are you just here to make wisecracks?”

No effect

Ignore [their] comment.

No effect

Choice 12/13

(ALL OPTIONS HAVE NO EFFECT)

If F Romance is 5 or higher, F will tell the Detective that they’re especially pleased that they’re settling into the team.

HOSPITAL WITH N AND M

Choice 6/7

“Do you always smell stuff so strongly?”

No effect

“We’ll try and make it quick.”

M Friendship +1

“Wish I could get out of work so easily…”

No effect

“Are you going to be okay?”

M Friendship +1

Head inside without comment.

No effect

Choice 7/8

Join [M] outside.

Stay with [N].

JOIN M

Choice 8/9

“Waiting until [N]’s done.”

No effect

“I missed your delightful company, of course.”

No effect

“It’s a mess in there. I’ll let [N] do a first sweep, then go back in.”

No effect

“I came back to check that you were all right.”

M Friendship +1

If M Romance is 4 or higher, M will use their nickname for the Detective when saying “in your dreams.”

Choice 9/10

“Sorry, but my dreams don’t involve anything to do with you.”

M Friendship +1

Blush at the full-blown suggestions, fumbling over the flutter of excitement it stirs. “I—that’s not...appropriate.”

M Romance +1

Smile and saunter closer. “You really think you can match what’s in my dreams?”

M Romance +1

“Really? You’re gonna go there in the middle of a hospital? Just...no.”

No effect

Sigh and head back inside to [N].

No effect

STAY WITH N

Choice 8/9 

“This obviously isn’t part of your normal, day-to-day duties.”

Teamplayer +6%

N Friendship +1

“An excited sensation makes my stomach light. “You’re...not what I was expecting from a vampire.”

N Romance +1

Triggers brief additional dialogue Choice 9/10 with no effect.

I bite my lip, glancing over [them]. It’s hard not to want [their] full attention.

N Romance +1

Triggers brief additional dialogue Choice 9/10 with no effect

“I guess even being a vampire doesn’t help amongst this mess.”

Teamplayer +6%

Continue looking over the lab.

Teamplayer -6%

PATHS MERGE HERE

If Science is 35 or above, the Detective will be able to tell what’s on the computer, saying they look like DNA results.

Choice 10/11

“Of course I do. I’m just not used to working with a team yet.”

No effect

“I’m used to only relying on myself…”

M Friendship +1

“You’re all vampires. That’s pretty amazing! And surprisingly useful for investigations.”

N Friendship +1

“We’ll have to wait and see.”

No effect

“Yes. It gives me confidence to be working with you all.”

N Friendship +1

M Friendship +1

“Well. I think I can rely on some of you…”

No effect

“Before all of this, I would have said yes. But now...I’m not so sure.”

No effect

“You’re vampires, just like Murphy. That doesn’t help with my confidence.”

No effect

Avoid answering and suggest heading out.

No effect

If N Romance is 5 or higher, the Detective and N will share a prolonged gaze. If M Romance is 6 or higher, M will offer to stay with the Detective while N calls the Agency.

#bookone #b1c12 #long post

[luxexhomines]

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

A Secret Santa exchange in which I wrote a small fic (1.2k) for my giftee, Rin! 

I decided to write a little RinPana one-shot for them. It’s honestly one of the cutest and purest ships I know. 

Here you are, below the cut. Happy Holidays! Sorry that it’s a little late. 

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“Rin-chan! You forgot your lunchbox,” Hanayo exclaimed as she ran to catch up with the energetic ginger as she ran out the door, hair still uncombed, a piece of toast in her mouth, dress shirt not completely tucked into her pants, hastily pulling her arms through the sleeves of her black blazer.

“Kayo-chin?! Oh!” Rin takes the carefully packed lunchbox, tied up with a cute white cloth that has orange paw prints on it. “Thank you,” she kisses her wife on the cheek lightly as a parting gesture before setting off again.

Flushed with red, the brunette stumbles back into the house and puts a hand to her cheek.

“Oh, Rin-chan…”

It’d been only three months since they got married. She was still feeling the effects of being newlyweds—or rather, she thought it’d be the way they’d always be. It was the way they were before their marriage, too, aside from when they were both high school students and only mostly engaged in friendly and easygoing interactions, even though their feelings for each other ran much deeper than that of simple friends.

She pulled herself away from the entrance of the house and walked to the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves. It was time to get to work. The forty rice balls, six bowls of ramen, Christmas cookies and cake wouldn’t make themselves, after all.

A day’s work went by, and the rice balls sat safely in the fridge, the ramen stock was prepared with fresh noodles and toppings to be cooked when Rin came home, and the Christmas cookies and cake sat on the counter, ready to be eaten. She’d put out the placemats and lit the candles in preparation. It was still a little early, but the candles were always nice to look at, at least. The nice tablecloth had been put out, too. The phone rang, and Hanayo dashed to pick it up. Hopefully, Rin would be coming home early for dinner, she thought to herself wishfully, and she put the phone to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Kayo-chin! I’m so sorry,” Rin said agitatedly, “I don’t think I’ll make it back in time for dinner… Don’t wait for me and eat first, okay? I’ll be back before midnight.”

“You…you will?” Hanayo tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice. “Do you know what time you’ll be back?”

“I…Sorry, my boss is calling me! I promise I’ll be home for Christmas,” Rin says in a rush, and then Hanayo heard the dial tone. Rin had hung up. She was still at work, after all. Hanayo tried not to let herself feel too down. It was Christmas, after all, and Rin said she’d be home, if not soon. The brunette lightly slapped her cheeks in an effort to cheer up and decided to eat a rice ball while she waited for Rin to come home. Or two. Or a few.

She didn’t end up eating all forty rice balls, but she did eat a good amount. The refrigerator was still plentiful with them, though. She sighed and glanced at the clock. It was 8pm. Hanayo washed her plate and put it away. She longingly glanced at the clock a second time. Barely five minutes had passed by.

Hanayo sat on the couch and twiddled her thumbs. It was already 10:30pm, and still no signs of Rin, nor a phone call. She stared at the Christmas decorations and felt herself getting sleepy. Surely, closing her eyes for a short moment wouldn’t hurt, she thought to herself, and she laid down on the couch for a momentary rest.

Rin burst in the door an hour later and was about to shout “Kayo-chin!” and pounce on her lovely wife like she usually would after coming home from work. But her lovely wife was resting peacefully on the couch, and Rin couldn’t bear to wake her up. Instead, she squatted beside Hanayo and brushed a piece of hair from the peacefully snoozing girl. Hanayo looked pretty even when asleep, Rin thought to herself and softly smiled.

Rin leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Hanayo’s forehead, petting her wife’s head lovingly.

“Merry Christmas, Kayo-chin…”

She stood and draped a fluffy green blanket over Hanayo before walking over to the kitchen. She was starving after working overtime, and the stale energy bars had done nothing to still her rumbling tummy.

Rin opened the refrigerator and almost immediately, a rice ball began to roll out, and soon enough, she was catching and juggling multiple of them and trying to keep them from falling on the floor. Just how many had Hanayo made, anyway? Rin wasn’t surprised, though, to say the least. She chuckled to herself before piling all but one back into the fridge, and then saw a container labeled, “Rin-chan!” The gold-eyed girl took out the container, with separated sections for the ramen noodles and the soup. Her eyes shone with excitement, and she rushed to cook the materials. Hanayo’s ramen stock was the best, and the handmade noodles she made were also top-notch. But most of all, she was happy she could finally have Hanayo’s home cooking.

Rin slurped up the noodle and was enveloped in bliss.

“Rin-chan?”

She almost dropped her chopsticks in surprise and then saw that Hanayo had awakened and was sitting on the couch now.

“Kayo-chin!”

She put down her food and hurried to Hanayo’s side, hugging her wife happily.

“Rin-chan, why didn’t you wake me up? I was waiting for you, you know…” Hanayo said, and Rin could detect a slight pout in her voice.

“You seemed to be sleeping really well,” Rin replied, and stroked Hanayo’s head. “I’m so sorry I came back home so late! My boss kept telling me there was more work to do and that it had to be done tonight…”

Hanayo smiled, slightly exasperated—but Rin could tell it wasn’t aimed at herself.

“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault! But honestly, the nerve of your boss,” Hanayo sulked. “At least you’re home now. Did you eat yet?”

“I was just eating!” Rin kissed Hanayo, who blushed.

“Alright then, go eat. You must be hungry,” Hanayo exclaimed, standing and going to the fridge. She took out a riceball and sat down at the table with Rin, who was again ravenously eating. Hanayo’s cooking was always delicious, but Rin was so hungry that it tasted even more heavenly than usual.

At the end of the meal, they shared cake and cookies and enjoyed each other’s company. Precious little moments like this weren’t exactly scarce, as they’d carved out a little piece of themselves and of home in each part of their lives to carry themselves forward, but they definitely were not abundant.

“Kayo-chin,” Rin said, slightly drunk off her happiness after finally being able to relax in the company of the girl she loved most. She embraced Hanayo on the couch, her arms wrapped around her wife.

“Rin-chan?” Hanayo questioned, also slightly drunk off joy after her beloved had returned home. She leaned into Rin’s hold, smiling.

“I love you,” Rin said. “You know that, right?”

Hanayo giggled, and warmth spread through her chest.

“I know. I love you, Rin-chan. You know, too, right?”

“Of course,” Rin replied. “Told you I’d be home for Christmas,” she says and plops her head on Hanayo’s shoulder.

“Of course,” Hanayo laughed. “I never thought otherwise.”

The merry couple ate and drank their fill of both the delightful food and of each other before sending themselves to bed. There never was such a pair of lovers who cherished each other more.

#rinpana #rin hoshizora #hanayo koizumi #llsif #llsip #fanfiction #one-shot #love live #rin x pana #pana x rin #panarin #luxexhomines #writing #secret santa 2019 #lux writes #wow my first non-danganronpa fandom post! #i hope this is okay ;w; it feels a little short but i did my best #i rarely have written for rinpana tbh #happy holidays!

[toto-doodles]

First Date

This is for the @danganevents valentines fic exchange :) I was assigned @deadpunkin who wanted komahina fluff! This was my first time doing something like this and It was a cool experience- I hope you have fun reading it! ^^

Hajime Hinata was running late.

This wasn’t a common nor uncommon experience really. Hajime’s most remarkable quality (excluding his abnormally spikey hair) would have to be how average he is. And being late occasionally is just a part of life! That was something anyone could understand and be understanding of, surely..

This is what was repeating through Hajime’s head as he dashed to the bus stop down the street from his apartment complex. Just a little bit further-

“OOF!”

Upon rounding the street corner Hajime collides with an immense and immovable object. This ‘object’ was none other than Nekomaru Nidai.

“Woah, there- What’s the rush!” Nekomaru exclaimed, helping pick Hajime up from off the ground where he had fallen. The Ultimate Team Manager was built like a brick house and running headlong into him made that especially clear.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, though your form is severely lacking!” He continued, helping brush Hajime off lightly and doing his best to smooth down the spiky mass of hair “Having heart is important but we’ll never reach play offs on that alone. If you really want to improve your run time I can help you devise a solid regiment suited to your build!” At this point Nidai had given up on fixing the mess known as Hajime’s hair and punched his fists together enthusiastically “Just give me the word an-“

“Nidai I am so sorry but also- I do Not have time for this today.” Hajime sputtered out darting around the managers’ form and making a run for it, “We can talk about this another day!” He half-heartedly promised over his shoulder, already trying to calculate how much this detour would affect his time. As he was not the SHSL Mathematician, however, Hajime soon abandoned this line of thought.

Nidai huffs to himself lightly, as the smaller student flees away in a full on sprint, “He must really have to take a shit..”

Across town a lone figure arrives at the door of Jabberwock Java, a local coffee chain renowned for its fun and exotic take on the classic café theme.

-

“Huh. I’m 15 minutes early! That’s just my luck..” He sighed before sitting at one of the outside tables to wait for 6 o’clock. Better than being late, really. Nagito had made sure to leave Hope’s Peak with plenty of time and to take the most secure path available according to Google maps. That way even if was waylaid by criminals or caught in a storm he would have plenty of time to deal with the issue.

Despite emotionally preparing for something unfortunate the entirety of the trip, it had been remarkably easy. Almost frighteningly so.

“A lot can happen in 15 minutes,” Nagito thinks to himself while thoughtfully gazing towards the horizon.

-

He made it! The bus was leaving right as he arrived but due to Hajime’s quick reflexes and the bus driver’s kindness (ie. Running alongside the bus as it started to pull off and knocking on door), he was now seated in the fourth closest seat to the door.

“Finally, something is going right,” Hajime sighs, taking a moment to try and catch his breath. The fellow bus occupants were likely judging him, but he had made it on and that’s what really counts. The person in the next seat over was openly staring daggers at him.

They would probably stop once they realized he wasn’t going to acknowledge them. Sweat dripped down the side of his neck and Hajime wished he had the foresight to bring water.

Or the foresight to just leave on time instead fussing over his stupid outfit for half an hour. Its not like he even wore anything that different from his usual clothes..

“Hajime?..”

Sure, it was a slightly nicer button down. Crisp collar, unlike his every day outfit. And the tie he chose was not the usual green- but a more grey-ish green shade than usual. Not that he bought it specifically for this or anything! He just… needed a new tie.

“Hajime!”

Oh fuck.

So much for ignoring them, “Oh! Hey there Ibuki,” he smiled in what was hopefully a nonchalant manner “What’s up?” He went to lean in to more of a relaxed slouch against the handrail but, upon realizing an outer seat didn’t actually have that, stopped before he could fall into the center aisle.

He could play it cool. Right.

“What’s up with Ibuki?! More like what’s up with Hajime!” She exclaimed loudly, almost certainly drawing unnecessary looks from everyone else on the bus, who hadn’t paid attention to his frantic pounding on the bus window a couple minutes back “Ibuki saw you run from alllllll the way by down the street.”

“Now what could Ibuki’s favorite drummer be doing running so desperately,” She crossed her arms in thought.

“Its- really its no big deal! I was just,” Think Hajime, think “Getting in my steps for the day.” Nailed it.

“Oh!! Ibuki sees,” Here she shot a wide grin, and nodded in a self satisfied manner “And after his steps Hajime always goes to treat himself with some tea! Of course!!”

“Uh.. sure.”

“And of course the best place to get tea is the Hanamura Family Diner!”

Hajime felt his heart drop.

“Which is why you are on a bus alllllll the way to Aoyama!” Ibuki continued, unaware of Hajime’s turmoil “Ibuki still needs to go there one day, but she can never seem to find it! Even when she goes to watch concerts in that area no one ever seems to have heard of it!”

“..This bus is headed where?”

-

Nagito checked his phone. It was only just after 6… Hajime probably just got lost on his way here. At this point it was almost rude to loiter outside without at least going to buy something.

Mind made up Nagito headed inside the café, deciding to order a small drink and stake out a nice spot for when Hajime arrives. He checks his phone again, as a force of habit.

No new messages.

-

After getting off at the next nearest stop and declining Ibuki’s invitation to play ‘Will I get there?’ Hajime has to be completely honest with himself.

This isn’t just a little late anymore. Assuming Nagito arrived on time (and not early as Hajime feared) he would have been waiting for at least 45 minutes now. While the luckster has come a long way from disdainful student he had been (And only seemed to be warming up to Hajime more and more every day), surely, he was pushing the others patience at this point.

Hajime was across town with no way to the café. He should just call and tell him what happened, reschedule for another day and cut his losses.

He reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone.

Aaaaand finds nothing. Hajime blinks for a bit, before re-checking each and every pocket he has. The search comes up with his wallet, the apartment key, a pack of mint fresh gum, and absolutely nothing else.

“Ughhhhhhh..” He puts his head in hands for a moment and thinks. He had been avoiding checking the time since he first left so as not to psyche himself out too much. It must have been left at home. And if it was lost anywhere else, then… Well that would be a problem for future Hajime.

Current Hajime has very specific problems to deal with. Namely not disappointing the guy he was supposed to meet up with any more than he already has. With renewed energy Hajime stands up and looks over the map located at the stop.

The next bus he needed wasn’t coming for a good while. There must be another way to get there… Suddenly a car with deeply tinted windows pulls up next to Hajime on the curve. The window starts to roll down on the passenger side and Hajime tenses up ever so slightly. If he throws the gum then that should be enough of a distraction to make a run for it if need be.

“Hey Hajime! What are you doing all the way on this side of town?”

“….Fuyuhikyo?”

Behind the Kuzuryu heir Peko waves lightly from the driver seat.

-

Nagito is easygoing in a lot of ways. Life happens and things often out of your control can make keeping plans difficult at times. It was like his luck with its ups and downs and the unpredictable nature of things, honestly. But Nagito is also a realist.

He had his… reservations about this outing from the beginning, and it was becoming increasingly clear that so must have Hajime. It was 7:30 with no calls or messages, and no sign of the spiky haired teenager. Though the timing was unfortunate, he must have finally realized his time would be better spent with almost anyone else. It was an unavoidable outcome really. Nagito was almost surprised it took this long, even with the young man’s stubborn nature.

Either that or something could have happened to Hajime- which was unthinkable. A light shudder wracked his frame at the idea. Nagito would be fine with ignoring whatever this could have been if Hajime is okay. He would have to be okay.

For everything else the universe had taken away from him it should owe him this much at least.

With that Nagito strengthens his resolve to greet Hajime normally tomorrow, as he always does after class. He won’t mention being stood up or talk about waiting on him. He won’t push for more than he deserves.

Though only a reserve course student Hajime had so much hope in his heart. That was really the only way Nagito could put it. He had a way of making everyone around him feel acknowledged and cared for just by being there. It’s really no wonder that he had become such an essential part of the 77th class of Hope’s Peak Academy, despite being an unofficial member.

Though the two had taken a while to get used to each other and only recently started to understand one another, they worked well together. There was a base attraction that only flourished as they shared their stories, love of Hope’s Peak Academy and what it represents, even their deepest dreams with one another.

Or at least that’s what Nagito had thought.  

It had seemed reciprocated if the confession (Could it even be called that?) from Hajime was anything to go by. It had been pretty round about in the way he did it, but the intent seemed clear. His eyes had been bright and cheeks flushed as he mentioned with a forced off-handedness about this café he had been meaning to try, and ‘Gee, wouldn’t it be nice to go together, Nagito?’

Really, the nail in the coffin was Hajime insisting that they do this on a couple’s holiday. Nagito didn’t consider himself to be oblivious but the implications of that seemed... pretty straightforward.

Lost in thought and fidgeting with his long since empty cup he almost doesn’t notice the shadow that crosses his table.

“Hey.” The seat across from him pulls out as a somewhat ruffled looking Hajime takes a seat.

“Sorry to keep you waiting for so long- there was an issue with the bus and misplacing my phone. It was kind of crazy trying to get here honestly!”

Seeing how much of a mess the other boy’s hair was (Which is to say it was slightly worse than usual) and how his tie (..Was that new? It was a silky looking grey-green shade that was endearingly familiar) noticeably askew, that seemed believable. Not that Hajime was the type to lie to protect someone’s feelings, but it was comforting evidence, nonetheless.

“Oh! That sounds rather troublesome,” Nagito answered after a moment “I’m honored you invited me here in the first place, but you really shouldn’t go to such lengths just to meet with me!” He laughed a bit self-consciously.

“I wanted to.” Hajime reply’s immediately. Firmly.

A warm hand grasps Nagito’s own on top of the table. He can feel his heart skip a beat.

“Whether it’s talking about whatever comes to mind or even just saying nothing at all,” Hajime pauses as if searching for the right words “being with you is.. good, Nagito. You are really important to me.”

As Nagito begins to flush at the unexpected praise, at the counter across the room Fuyuhikyo and Peko order a couple of green tea’s and a bag of fried dough cookies to go.

“It’s about time,” Fuyuhikyo huffs lightly nodding at their friends joined hands. Peko hums in agreement, collecting the sweets bag and passing a cookie over.

“They’ve only been dancing around each other for the past three years. Sheesh, were we ever that insufferable?” Peko gives him a look that speaks volumes, and the two leave Jabberwock Java and the soon to be couple behind.

#komahina #fic #happy valentine's day #I never post anything I write so this is a big step for me :) #I am not very good but if you have fun doing it then thats good I think #there is a little angst but its mostly fluff! #there is canon typical swearing I'd say #sorry for it being a bit late.. I made sure to message you but I'm not sure it went through.. #i was having trouble with formatting but i think its okay now