#anyways my roommate who also makes music wants to bring her keyboard but it's too big

[rocknrollinbitchforu]

currently looking at my (hopefully) future dorm building's floor plan in DISMAY because i just want to bring FOUR (4) pieces of furniture, and i have no clue where they will fit. all bc my roommates and I don't want communal bathrooms, so our rooms are shrunken to fit those in.

#it's not even real furniture is the thing #its an ottoman (to get on the lofted bed) #a mirror with built in storage #a rolling cart #and a record player/guitar stand (that fits a record player the records an amp and a guitar all in two square feet) #is being able to bring my bass to college too much to ask? #i might sacrifice the mirror and just get a wall mirror and a jewelry box man #i can put the rolling cart under the bed or in the closet right? right??? #god this is insane the building isn't even built yet so i don't have any real photos to go off of #my roomate and i also wanted to have extra seating but we're settling for foldable papazan chairs #cause they can go under the beds or in the closets and not take up all the room ever #anyways my roommate who also makes music wants to bring her keyboard but it's too big #so i might volunteer to bring mine but keep it in the communal area?? i feel like that could work since I'm only bringing my bass and my uk #the struggles of a prospective college student #off to go work on my amazon wishlists! bc i feel fear!

[aetheternity]

Hard Pass P3 (Levi X Reader)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

Levi was relieved for the silence as he clicked away at his keyboard. Mike had gone to his only late class of the entire week. Which meant Levi could actually study in his room.

The scent of tea and the small aroma diffuser on his desk as well as the open window in front of him welcomed a nice calming smell that was normally masked by Mike's gym bags and sweaty clothes. Which reminded Levi of the laundry he would have to do soon.

He pressed his tea cup to his lips feeling a twinge of irritation as he was interrupted by two knocks on the door. He looked down at the time. 6:15. A little too early for Mike to be back complaining that he'd forgotten his keys.

Then it was probably one of his girls complaining that she'd left her shit in the room. If Levi had a dollar for the amount of times that had happened he could pay for a new roommate.

The next couple knocks were a bit louder. "Levi? It's Y/N.."

Y/N?!

His face practically exploded. He stood far too fast because just as quickly he was flopping over his stupid desk chair and hitting the floor with a hard thud. He gasped audibly tugging at his knee and gritting his teeth.

"Levi? Are you ok?" Came her voice again.

He pulled himself up with a huff and staggered over to the door. Unsurprisingly he had to limp. With a quick turn of the lock he yanked open the door right into his forehead. God fucking dammit.

He groaned in a mix of fury and disgust partially because he'd idiotically stood so close when opening the door and partially because he hated the stupid inanimate object.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?" Y/N gasped, squeezing herself inside and shutting the door behind her. "Let me see? Did you hit your eye?" She asked

Her fingers were so delicate as she brushed aside his hands. So close.. Her thumb traced the already appearing red spot on his forehead. Soo close.. She brushed his hair to the side cupping his cheeks to gently reposition his head towards the light. Close....

She breathed out a little chuckle. "It's probably gonna bruise."

Levi barely registered her words. Occupied with her beautiful eyes illuminating moonlight and the dim lights in his room. His lips parted ever so slightly. When her hands fell away he gulped and jerked his head back. Trying to find literally anything to take the edge off.

"I'll.. go find you an ice pack, ok?" Y/N began already heading for the door.

"K-knee.." Levi tried and mentally cursed himself.

"Huh?" She asked, turning back.

"M-my.. t-two please.."

Her smile was gentle, "Two ice packs. Got it." And with a little wave she was out the door. Her lingering touch still causing heat to pool in Levi's chest.

~~~~

"Aww sweetie, are you sure you're ok?"

He was not. Definitely not. One of her hands was on his uninjured knee and the other was brushing his hair away from the ice pack. He didn't even know if he'd breathed in the last 20 minutes. His brain echoing the word sweetie.

The two of you had been sat on his bed as he uncomfortably laid his head back on the wall. Trying and failing to not fixate on your touch. Every brush of your fingertips was downright intoxicating.

"You look kinda red. Do you wanna try seeing a doctor or something?"

"N-no.." It was barely audible but he knew she heard when she nodded.

If there was a hole nearby he would crawl into it and never come out. Though he also didn't wanna move as the fear of making this situation worse for himself stayed ever present.

"Let me see?" He partially removed the ice pack from his forehead, spine tingling over the way she sucked in a breath. "You should be more careful."

Levi didn't answer. Just squeezed his legs closer together and sighed. In all the time he'd been in this room he'd never hit himself in the face with the door. Just what kind of power did this girl have over him.

"I know because my little cousin has done stuff like this but you should put some cream on the bump so that it doesn't get redder and it'll go down faster."

Little cousin? That wasn't a fair comparison. Little kids do stupid things cause they're kids. Did she think about him that way? Uggghhhh.

He was yanked from his thoughts by her hand coming down to squeeze his. "Are you positive you're ok? Do you need anything else?"

"I-I'm fine.."

Just as Levi said that his attention was brought to the door. Mike had barely stepped into the room and he was already grinning like a fucking idiot.

"Well, hello." He greeted, stepping closer. "Levi, you didn't tell me you were inviting anyone over. Especially not a pretty girl."

Y/N's chuckle was nervous, "Hello, you must be Levi's roommate." She stuck her hand out which Mike immediately took placing one hand on top of their joined hands.

"And you must be Y/N." He said "I've heard so much about you."

His teasing was met with a glare that could slice concrete. If Levi had known Mike was gonna come straight back to the room he definitely would've gotten rid of Y/N sooner.

"Oh? Really?" Y/N turned to look at Levi behind her. "You told him about me?" It was a split second thing but Levi could've sworn her features softened.

"Oh, no I meant Hange." Mike replied

"Oh."

Oh? Was she disappointed? It sounded disappointed? Did she want Levi to talk about her?

"But at no point did Hange tell me you were this pretty. Neither did Levi honestly, I'm kinda disappointed."

Alright that's enough of that. Levi stood. Placing the ice packs on his bed.

"You should probably leave." He gritted his teeth at how harshly it came out.

Now Mike was letting go of Y/N's hand. "Oh wait! I came to get my phone. Hange said you had it."

Levi blinked. He'd almost forgotten about that. It had been sitting on his desk since yesterday. His knee was screeching in absolute horror as he staggered his way over to his desk.

"What the hell happened to you?" Mike asked, clearly trying to hold back a snicker.

"Aw, it was an accident. I scared him."

Levi returned with the phone shooting daggers into Mike who pretended not to notice.

"Thank you." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Y-yeah.."

"Did you put your number into it?"

Levi's face perked up a little. "Yes."

"Ok, then I'll text you later." She assured, brushing her finger tips over his forehead once again. "Goodnight boys." And with those last words she took off.

"Faking an injury?! I didn't think you had it in you!" Mike celebrated as soon as she was gone.

"Dickhead." Levi scoffed.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to the best friend who just confirmed your biggest fear moot?" Mike plopped down on his bed with a playful huff.

Levi flopped down into his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling. "One you're definitely not my best friend especially after that shit. And two I'm not you I don't fake shit to get girls."

"That would totally be hurtful if it wasn't true." Mike shrugged "I meant the fact that she doesn't have a boyfriend."

Levi practically flipped himself out of his chair. "How do you assume that."

"Simple. Hange told me about her ex boyfriend. By the way it was probably that guy that took her from the library that day. And Hange says that a lot of guys find Y/N attractive. Because of this her ex got too overprotective and they broke up. But he had no reason to be because Y/N would always tell people she had a boyfriend or at least around Hange she did."

Levi stared at his barely drunk tea. The liquid probably cold after being left on the table so long. So she had dated that guy.. He had been so tall and pretty muscular looking, was that her type? She didn't seem like she was going to get back together with him.. but he was still around.

"All I'm saying is she seems loyal. You better snatch her up before someone else does or she gets back together with her ex."

His attention was drawn away by his phone softly buzzing on his table. He pressed the on button, swiping his pin and clicking the notification as it popped up.

Hey Levi, it's Y/N.

Listen ik you said you're ok but I bought you some cream just in case. I'll bring it to you tm ;)

His heart fluttered and ached remembering her touch and her kind words. If he didn't full blown know Mike was staring at him he would probably hug his phone.

~~~~

Too much time had passed and suddenly the whole school was on break. Levi had been dreading this. Not because he was a workaholic like Mike claimed but because he knew Hange was gonna drag him away and make him vacation.

And no form of vacation could possibly be more relaxing for him than curling up in bed with some books, doing some casual cleaning, and drinking tea with light music playing at all times. Mike was definitely going home during this time so it'd be the perfect way to spend his break.

But Hange's family owned a couple lodges and that meant another year of begging for Levi to come ski and freeze his fingers and toes off.

"Come on, Levi!"

"Absolutely not."

"Erwin!" Hange called to him where he sat on Levi's bed, scrolling through his phone.

"You knew he was going to say no." Erwin replied

"Which is why I brought you to help me make my case." Hange complained

"You clearly made an error in judgment then." Erwin retorted

Mike laughed from where he was laying on his own bed. "Might as well give it up Hange, Levi is just too stubborn about this. We all know he wants to be close to all my junk while I'm gone cause he'll miss me."

"I wouldn't hesitate to tell your stalker where you're going over break." Levi spat

"She'll figure it out anyway. She's a high class stalker. And I'm not her first." The room fell in uncomfortable silence but Mike just leaned back giving his full attention to his phone screen.

"That disturbing remark aside.." Erwin began shaking his head. "I'm going."

"And that's supposed to change my mind? How'd Hange force you into it?"

"It may stun you but I chose to go through with this all on my own. There are studies that claim it's good for the mind to get away from normality during breaks or away from your comfort zone to properly clear your mind. It'll also help you make less mistakes when classes resume."

Hange smiled, "Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."

Levi rolled his eyes. "If I go you can't beg me next year." Hange's loud shrill screeching made Levi's heart drop out of his ass.

"Finally!!" Hange screamed in excitement as she wrapped her arms around Levi's neck.

"Get off already! You're such a pest!"

And that was how Levi ended up on a train for almost three long hours with Hange blabbering on about nothing and Erwin sat in the seat across from the two of them listening to podcasts while staring out the window of his own very sad music video.

And all of the crap Erwin had spewed about getting away being more relaxing proved to be completely from the ass as Levi shivered along wrapped in two scarves, a pair of gloves, his long green coat that fell around his ankles and a winter hat plopped over his ears.

"Walk faster Levi! Is that the best your little legs can do?!" Hange called, somehow racing her way up the slope with three bags. One that wasn't even hers

Levi grunted in irritation. Not only were they walking up a hill but it was covered in snow so deep that every step felt like he was falling.

"Do you need help?" Erwin asked, not waiting for Levi to respond as he hoisted the overnight bag off his shoulders.

Levi just huffed. "I swear Hange was made in a lab."

"As possible as that is, Hange was basically raised in the snow so this is the equivalent of dust for her." Erwin replied as the two of them trudged along.

"Her parents own multiple ski lodges why the hell did we go to the one up a fucking hill."

"The other closest one was more than 6 hours away. Did you really wanna be stuck on a train with Hange for more than 6 hours?"

Levi just groaned as they finally walked through the surprisingly big doors of the huge ski lodge. Hange raced over to the front desk as Erwin slipped onto the lobby couch, followed by Levi who was still kicking snow off his boots and his second bag.

"What's in that bag?" Erwin questioned, nodding to the luggage Levi had yanked over his lap.

He exhaled loudly giving the bag a couple soft pats. "Clothes, extra boots, extra gloves, two bottles of cleaner and a small box of tea as well as some light reading material."

"When are you gonna have time to read? We're going to be skiing most of the time we're here."

"If you think I'm getting on a ski lift you have less working brain cells than Hange."

Erwin smirked with a roll of his eyes, "Alrighty then, what's in this bag."

"All of the shit that didn't fit in this bag, toothpaste, toothbrush, cologne, extra pairs of underwear-"

"Woah, Levi you can't just talk about your underwear in a public space." Erwin chuckled at his own joke.

Levi rolled his eyes, "It's bad for your health to hang around Mike as often as you do."

"How is it you're not dead yet then?" Erwin retorted

Hange had been chatting up the receptionist for almost 15 minutes, bouncing up and down in front of the desk and indulging him in the stories of their travel up here. The man just gave her a sheepish grin and honestly Levi felt a little bad for the man but a little less when he thought about how it wasn't his problem anymore.

Moblit.. his name tag read. Somehow Hange's mannerism seemed more crazed with him if that was even possible.

"Yeah.. it has been so long." He heard the man say. You got.. taller..

"We're never getting out of this lobby are we?" Erwin sighed as the two continued to chatter on. Levi and Erwin stared as Hange continued on about her car with a surprising amount of engagement from the other party. "You know they kind of remind me of you and-"

"Hey, Hange!" Erwin cut himself off as a brown haired girl that Levi instantly recognized hopped down each step, a bald boy following her. And Levi believed he remembered them from Y/N's stories as Connie and Sasha who he remembered from the party.

"Hange, what're you doing here?" He asked as the brown haired girl gave her a hug.

"My family owns the lodge so I brought Erwin and Levi for the break!" Hange said, pulling Connie into side hug that he immediately reciprocated.

"Oh god! Why didn't you tell me your plans for break? Jean would've driven all of us up here and you wouldn't have had to waste gas."

Hange just shook her head. "It's quite alright I was already out of gas so we just took the train up here."

"You didn't put gas in your car again?" Connie asked

"Wait, if you guys came then does that mean Y/N is here?" Hange asked completely dodging Connie's question.

At her name Levi bounced out of his seat. Almost launching himself into the spot next to Erwin. Pulling his hat over his eyes and sliding his back as far into the chair as he could.

"What's up with you?" Erwin questioned

"I embarrassed myself last time I was with Y/N.."

"What? Didn't she buy you cream like a month ago?"

"Y-yeah." Levi shimmied his feet together as he slid further down in his seat.

Erwin's chuckle next to him made him grimace. "I know you don't really get it Levi. But uh, making an ass out of yourself in front of your crush is the first real hurdle to knowing you've got it bad."

"Shut up.."

"It could've been worse.. You could've accidentally injured her. Or got caught by the loud mouth in your class while writing her first name and your last name in a notebook."

"Sounds like a personal story.." Levi replied, inching the hat off his eyes to look up at Erwin.

Erwin scoffed, "Point is it happens." He said with a roll of his eyes.

Levi let out a little snicker that instantly got caught in his throat. It had never occurred to him that he'd actually paid attention to the romance movies he'd seen a hundred times with his mother. But now that Y/N was walking down the stairs it was like a scene from all of those movies combined.

Her smile just as warm as always. Turtleneck sweater hugging her features along with dark blue jeans and brown boots. Each step felt slower than the last as if everything in this particular room had been put on the slowest speed imaginable.

The butterflies in his stomach swarmed like they were all chasing after one specific thing. Everytime she appeared somehow it was different.

"We're still going skiing today right?" Connie questioned as Y/N stopped on the last stair.

"If Jean's up to it sure." She replied, her cheeks flushed like she'd just walked in from outside.

"Well this is gonna be a fun weekend." Erwin said but Levi didn't even register his words. His heart stammering in his chest. "Go make a fool out of yourself." Erwin nudged

"Hey Jean! Come on!" Connie said

"Yeah, Jean I'm hungry!" Called Sasha

Levi's heart stopped, his chest crumbling in on itself. The same guy from before.. just as soon a loud crash sounded and everyone turned all at once.

"Oh god are you ok?!" Y/N was the first person by Hange's side followed by Moblit from behind the counter.

Hange let out a laugh, wincing as she pulled herself up with Moblit and Y'N's help.

"I'll be ok. Just took a little spill." She continued to laugh.

Erwin was soon standing by her side. "Are you sure, you're alright? Your face is super red.."

A momentary lapse in Hange's facial features made Erwin step back a little. "Shut up Erwin." She huffed

"You fell on your side. You should rest a little bit." Moblit said, coming closer. "Just.. in case."

"Ok.." Hange replied

Y/N seemed to relax at this information. Her gaze immediately falling on Levi surprisingly. He really hoped he didn't outwardly wince.

"Hi, Levi." She spoke plainly giving Erwin a small greeting as well before her, Connie, Sasha, and Jean were leaving the lobby.

Hange and Erwin unsurprisingly crowded into Levi's room about five minutes after the whole ordeal. But Levi couldn't even bring himself to wipe one thing down like he'd wanted to. He just laid still on the bed, eyes planted to the ceiling.

Surprisingly Hange had also stayed silent. Her eyes shut where she laid next to Levi.

"I can't believe you broke the handle on my luggage Hange." Erwin called still sat on the floor holding his luggage in one hand and the handle in the other. Pressing the broken part of the handle to his bag as if it'd be that simple to fix.

"Now what am I supposed to do?"

"It broke my fall Erwin. Be grateful."

"For what exactly?"

"I don't know!"

Levi blinked, his gaze falling on Hange for the first time since she took that spill in the lobby. Her hands were crossed over her stomach, thumbs rubbing the spot where she fell.

"Are you alright or not?" Levi questioned

"I'm fine."

"Ok, I know why Levi's upset but why're you?" Erwin chimed up

"What's Levi upset about?"

"What else? Y/N."

"Uggggghhh Levvviiiii why don't you just ask her out already?" Hange said

Levi sat up on the bed pulling his feet into his chest. Shoes long gone, pushed up against the wall as soon as they'd walked into the room.

"I'm not talking about this shit anymore this week."

"Levi, if we're staying here all of this week and next then chances are she's also staying here all week and next. Which means somewhere in here is a perfect opportunity to-"

"Get in her bed." Hange interrupted

"Or something less crass." Erwin suggested "You did pack condoms in your emergency undies bag right?"

"Did you pack a spare handle in yours?"

Hange's obnoxious laughter was almost loud enough to muffle the low knocks on the door. Her irritating jabs to Levi's shoulder quickly halting when Levi grabbed her fingers.

"Who is it?" Erwin asked, one hand on the door.

"It's Y/N.."

Now Hange stopped laughing. Erwin shrugged as he looked back at both of them before pulling the door open.

"Hey, here." Y/N sounded filled with fatigue as she handed over a small bottle to Erwin.

"Oh! Thank you! Where'd you get this?" Erwin smiled with delight immediately flopping back down next to his bag.

"Jean carries around extra strength glue because Connie always manages to break something fragile." Y/N replied "I doubt it'll work but maybe it'll help a little?"

Erwin nodded happily as Y/N turned to look at Hange. Her hands balled up and her fingers fidgeting where she was pulling at them.

"How's your rib Hange?"

"It's ok now, thanks for asking."

Y/N nodded and at this moment everyone in the room was looking at Levi who automatically felt extremely naked.

"Levi um.. can I talk to you? In the hall?"

Levi didn't know if he had nodded in his head or in real life but he was swiftly moving across the room. Passing Y/N where she stood and then holding the door open as she walked out just behind him. The door shut behind the two of them and if Levi felt naked before the feeling out here was somehow worse.

"What happened?"

Levi could hear the slightly muffled footsteps on the other side of the door and even a whispered Hange as Y/N spoke. His hands felt both too dry and wet all at once as he looked into her mildly menacing gaze.

"Wh- where wh-when.."

"You barely said anything to me after I brought the cream for your forehead. What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

Oh god how can she possibly assume that? Levi felt his stomach clench. He had never had it easy with text, which was why he pretty much always called everyone.

"I-I didn't mean.. it um.." He shuffled his feet a bit now remembering that he still had no shoes on.

Y/N sighed. "I wanna be your friend Levi. Please tell me you want that too."

With a deep breath he replied, "Call me."

"When?"

"Anytime.. I'm a bad t-texter.."

When her facial features softened Levi felt his shoulders finally sag for the first time since he'd heard her name in the lobby. "Ok.. oh ok, that's all it was? I thought I did something wrong. I'm glad we talked."

And Levi was barely registering her hands wrapping around his shoulders. Her body pressing oh so comfortably close to his. Hand sliding over his back, scent overwhelming his nose. And then just as soon it was all being taken away.

"I'll call you, ok?"

"Ok.." Levi's hand was still waving long after she'd already disappeared out of plain view.

"Oh god you're her friend!" Hange laughed the door suddenly yanked open behind Levi.

"It's as cute as it is sad." Erwin clicked his teeth.

"Tch, shut up." Levi stomped back into the room.

"Levi, you're in the friendzone!" Hange huffed as Erwin shut the door. "And if you don't get out of it. You're gonna be the short shoulder to cry on when some big dude with an invalid drivers license, a shit ton of tattoos and a porn addiction breaks her heart."

"That's oddly specific.." Erwin retorts

"All of you keep assuming I wanna be her boyfriend. I don't!"

Erwin rolled his eyes, "That tall guy that she was with actually. I think he'll be the guy who has her running to Levi's shoulder."

"Oh you mean Jean?" Hange nods "But they broke up a while ago."

"Then why is she still hanging out with him?"

"He's Sasha and Connie's best friend. So they've all known each other a while. They're a set, don't separate type deal."

"Then it's only logical that Y/N will marry Jean someday. You know if they all stay so close."

"Yup, definitely."

"You can both eat shit."

~~~~

Day one

Levi strained awake, blinded by the harsh sunlight stabbing his eyes through the uncovered window. He couldn't even remember when he'd fallen asleep last night but he could already tell it was too early for everyone else to be awake.

He could recall a couple things from last night. Hange overstaying her welcome in his room, Erwin suggesting that Hange pay for his fucked up luggage and somethings he would rather not think about.

Preferably the others joining in his room to discuss breakfast plans. At which Sasha had suggested the diner they had already planned to go to early in the morning. Levi's heart sank as he recalled Y/N's gorgeous smile directed to Jean who had stood behind her rubbing her shoulders and whispering in her ear.

He squeezed his eyes shut, standing from his bed and immediately working to straighten out the sheets before eyeing the book he'd unpacked last night.

Maybe he could get some reading done before Hange inevitably came to annoy him.

The one he was currently holding was of a dog wearing a big floppy hat in the mist of sunflowers. He quickly matched it with his black and white sweatpants. And with a small sigh he headed to the bathroom.

He thumbed at the spine of the book, sliding his finger between the pages to the current bookmark. A shower would probably be a better start to the morning though. He set the book down unzipping one of his bags and pulling out the first pair of clothing folded at the top. Levi hadn't remembered packing one of his mother's many silly birthday gifts to him. She had always bought him shirts with pictures on them that confused him.

He didn't even remember the last time he'd had a shower that was hot for more than five minutes. Or the last time he could look down at his feet without seeing a hair monster in the drain.

He took a couple extra minutes to completely wash his hair, combing his fingers through the strands before shutting off the water and quickly getting dressed.

As he reentered his room he remembered the random gaze Jean threw his way. The smirk on his lips, the taunting glare and then just as quickly it was over. And he was talking to her like nothing had happened.

Levi had never once in his entire life thought about having a girlfriend. It just wasn't something that absorbed his thoughts but he knew the second he saw that smirk on Jean's face what he wanted to be to Y/N.

He just couldn't imagine how.

His fluffy towel hugged his head as he popped open the book he'd discarded a couple minutes ago. He pulled his feet in closer to his body tracing the letters on the page, delving into the story-

"Levi!"

Two fucking seconds.. that had to be a new record.

A barrage of harsh knocks sounded outside his door and he yanked it open to see Hange standing there out of breath with a barely alive looking Erwin behind her. Excitement flooding her features as she pushed past Levi with Erwin in tow. A blue toothbrush almost falling from his lips.

"You couldn't let him finish brushing his fucking teeth?" Levi grunted, shutting the door behind the two of them. Erwin sighed his eyes shut, toothbrush dangling from his mouth. "Why're you here?"

"We're all going for breakfast remember?"

"Not for another thirty minutes." Levi narrowed his eyes and leaned back against the tv table.

Hange smiled, "Yup and that means we have enough time to figure out a game plan to get you and Y/N together by the end of today." Hange clapped excitedly though both Erwin and Levi couldn't possibly look less enthused.

"I don't need your help."

"Erwin, back me up here!"

"I'm not doing shit since you didn't let me spit and I had to swallow toothpaste." Erwin remarked, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

Levi's face scrunched up and Hange let out a snort. "Why did you swallow it.. you could've just spit it out in the hall or something."

"That's fucking disgusting." Levi grunted

"Why the hell would I do that?" Erwin asked

"You're not supposed to swallow toothpaste duh!"

Everyone huffed all at once and Levi flopped down next to Erwin on the bed. "If I need any help I'll ask.." He mumbled already feeling heat fly to his cheeks.

"We're finally gonna get you a girlfriend Levi!!" Hange squeezed his body in a tight hug.

Just as Levi was about to push her away a couple of soft knocks sounded on his door again, "We're leaving a little earlier, hurry and come downstairs."

~~~~

Before the car had even pulled up back at the lodge Hange was already screaming about going skiing. Erwin had asked if Levi wanted to which he'd replied with a scoff.

"Really? Cause there are plenty of chances for Y/N to fall on you. Or you to fall on her." He shrugged.

Levi just rolled his eyes and at that Erwin gave up and now he was standing at the freezing cold railing watching everyone go down the stupid slope for what had to have been an hour or so. How'd he end up with bag watch? He didn't even wanna come outside.. He blew on his fingers trying and falling to warm them. At this point he felt exhausted, absolutely none of his clothes were keeping him warm.

With a sigh he pulled Hange and Erwin's bags up onto his shoulder along with Sasha and Connie's belongings. If he could manage to get upstairs he could warm up at least a little. A hot cup of tea practically beckoning him.

It took him only a couple seconds to realize he didn't have Y/N's bag. He looked around for a couple seconds. Did she bring a bag outside? Did he lose her bag?? He'd only left once to got to the bathroom. Did someone steal it.. Shit. He grumbled in disgust. Where could he have left it?

Feeling a bit panicked he headed towards the stairs. Blood running cold, his eyes practically bouncing out of his skull. His heart stopped at the display in front of him. Jean's hand on Y/N's waist as she leaned forward on the railing. Their lips pressed together..

(Hey Siri, play Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon.)

#aot x reader #hard pass #attack on titan levi #levi ackerman scenario #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi aot #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk x reader #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyoujin levi

[utterlyinevitable]

Ode and Ethan are so cute together, my heart could burst 💓

More questions coming your way

Who says I love you first? How long into the relationship? How does it happen?

How far into the relationship do they move in together?

How do they celebrate Ethans 40th?

Whats the most special gift they have given each other?

What do they love most about each other? Do they have any pet peeves?

Do they always work together? Does Ode surpass Ethan in the medical world?

Did E make up with Louise in this universe? Of so what does she think of Ode?

♥️

> ask me anything <

Yay! Okay here we go!!!!!

So my initial reaction is... neither of them actually ever says it. They feel it and they’re secure enough to just know. They have this little head jerk and eyebrow raise that basically is their way of saying “i love you” which they do all the time. Just a silent recognition without giving too much away to those around them. But eventually like 10ish months into it it’s said out loud as an off shoot. Wasn’t meant to come out but it did ever so naturally. 

How it comes out? ...................... this literally took me three days to figure out:

Ode says it first. On a phone call. She didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out with her goodbye of “alright. love you. bye”. She didn’t even realize she said it until hours later when she was replaying the conversation, mentally checking off that she has all the things they agreed upon before she heads home.

After residency Ode and all her friends go separate ways so she needs to move into a smaller apartment. Ethan extended an offer to stay with him for a while until she finds a place (with the subtext of forever), even saying she could have the second bedroom since it’s been practically hers anyway. But Ode diplomatically declined; they’ve only been together for five months and she’s still so fearful that they’re going to fuck this up somehow. They’ve only just started having sex. So she gets herself her first solo place with one bedroom in the same neighborhood near the hospital. 

They move in together when her 16 month lease is up. By then there wasn’t a doubt in her mind anymore. She loved her little third floor walk up and the independence that came with it, but nothing could beat the views at Ethan’s place, and it’s always felt a little bit like home.

So Ethan’s 40th happens before they get together. And true to form he doesn’t want to do a damn thing. But “40 is practically mid life crisis territory and he’s due for a breakdown” (as Jackie put it). So Ode, Sienna and Kyra work together to plan the most elaborate single person party. Because Ethan is such a devout patron of the arts, BOH (after much southern belle pitching from o and k) agree to perform an abridged version of Ethan’s favorite opera at their small rehearsal theatre. Sienna makes a majority of the dinner, all Ethan’s proclaimed favorites for meal, cocktail and dessert. Ode is on getting him to actually turn up. He knows she’s planning something and wants no part of it but goes along because this is “payback for my birthday”. He’s absolutely confused as to why they’re driving out of Boston.

In the atrium is set up as a cocktail hour with a handful of Ethan’s close friends and his dad - the people who want to celebrate him. 40 minutes later the people clear out and it’s just Ode and Ethan (siennas waiting on standby to drive ode home) making their way into the performance area where there’s dinner and dessert under a klosh at a single solitary table. Ethan’s speechless As ode explains the scene they’ve walked into. He sits, she pours him a drink, says happy birthday as the music of the show starts to play and goes to leave.

“You’re not staying?”

“You said you wanted to be alone.”

“Alone and at home. Not alone watching ten people perform.”

She shoots him a look and Ethan stands to look for a second chair.

“Siennas waiting to drive me home.”

“Tell her to join. It’s the least I can do since she made much too much food for one human.”

The three of them have a lovely evening. And if Ethan wasn’t fully cognizant of the fact he loves her, he sure as hell is now. Who else would do this? For him???

The most special gift Ode’s gotten from Ethan is the keyboard. Figuring out her feelings and falling for Ethan was a great inspiration to get her to start writing again. Much to some of her roommates dissatisfaction when the girl forgot to plug headphones in at stupid o’clock.

His most prized gift actually wasn’t something she’s gotten him - over the years she’s given him make shift things, ties and cufflinks, books but nothing as special as what her dad gave him when they visited him for the first time as a couple. It was a small photo album of ode from her teen years and through college. He didn’t even recognize her in a few - sitting on a table in ripped skinny jeans with wild hair and a guitar on her lap. She’s looking at the camera out of the corner of her eyes - singing something with mouth wide open and corners turned in a smile. There’s a spark in her eyes he recognizes but the one he knows it miles duller. He likes this side of her. Wonders what happened. And wants to make her feel like that happy go lucky girl every day for the rest of forever.

Ethan loves her compassion and level-headedness when it matters, and ofc that she has so many skills and talents he keeps uncovering. Wants to spend the rest of his life finding out about. He also really loves the creases at the corner of her eyes. She won’t agree they’re crows feet - she’s much too young for that atm. But he loves them because they make her eyes all the more expressive.

Ode loves his intelligence but also his gentleness. Once you get past that coarse, jaded Ramsey front he’s such a soft bean. She likes how they can talk for hours or just sit in companionable silence. There’s no expectations that need to be fulfilled with him outside of work and it’s the healthiest relationship she’s been in.

They both hate how stubborn the other can be. He hates how she leaves teabags all over the kitchen when the garbage is right there. She hates how anal he is about cleanliness and clutter. But how he can’t seem to get all his socks in the hamper - there’s always some hiding around back.

No, they don’t always work together. Ode is on the DT for another year before getting a research opportunity to write about the most interesting cases they’ve come across, alongside Ethan. He declined the title credit, but helped with the research. She dedicated her first book to him.

The more recognition she started to get in the medical world press, the more people uncovered her musical past. It was a bit jarring to have to talk about that small part of her life when she gave a keynote on new technologies in diagnostics medicine for the digital age. So much so that she got a call from her publishing house and SESAC. Basically to push her to do a one-off gig and see if she’s interested in remastering and a couple synch and derivative deals. Her first response was ‘i’m really busy and it’s been over a decade’. But after aimlessly wandering around their apartment and eventually sitting down to play, fighting a war within her, Ethan pushes her to do it. 

She certainly surpasses Ethan in the medical world, but not for the reasons he’s known for. She ends up marrying her love of music with medicine and becomes a viral sensation. A new-age doctor for the on-demand generations. 

No, I don’t think he does make up with Louise. not really. Ethan’s cordial but doesn’t want anything else to do with her. He doesn’t became a brat when Alan brings her up, though. He respects his dad enough - with the help of Ode - to pretend to be a three-piece family. Ode actually told Ethan that it probably isn’t a good idea that he brings her to rehab - she suggested scheduling a therapy session at the rehab to try and work things through when everyone’s minds have had time to settle. Ethan told her he’d rather rip the band-aid off so they drive her together.

Louise is skeptical - she doesn’t like the idea of someone influencing her son. Yeah, the girl is pretty but who tf is she? Alan says Ethan’s been single and no chance of dating as he’s much too restless for that. Months after being released from rehab and sticking around the Providence-area, Louise tries to get back in contact. She has a job and she’s been clean ever sense. She and Alan talk every now and then but no chance of repairing the family. Louise is there for lunch when Ode and E drive up for the weekend. It’s a whole rush of emotions for E again, and Ode is oddly hopeful, wanting to make the best of the situation. Louise sees the way the ramsey men look at her and she has no choice but to get on board.

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Bright Smiles and Tired Eyes

Finding a roommate had been… moredifficult, than anticipated. Geralt wasn’t sure why he was surprised, peopledidn’t want to room with him for the same reasons no one wanted to give himwork. Witcher’s were… disliked, to say the least. Yennefer had helped him putan ad together, his had been… short winded. She’d worked her magic, no punintended, and wrote him an ad that was at least promising. She’d refused allhis grumblings about her just moving in with him, to help him out. She refusedto live with ex’s, even if they were still very good friends. The ad helped.His appearance and… profession, did not.

He’d met withseveral people already. At least ten, maybe more, he’d lost count and wasgetting tired. Tired of people coming into the small shop and sitting in frontof him, reeking of fear. Tired of people seeing him and turning right aroundagain to march out the door, not even giving him the curtesy of a ‘no thankyou’. Tired of being gawked at, and refused, and glared at. He’d been spit ononce and had put his fingers through the edge of the table, gripping ittightly, instead of putting his fist through their head. He liked the girl whoran this shop, she was nice, sweet, and she wasn’t afraid him. She was alsodating Yennefer and he didn’t want to get on, either, of their bad sides, bystarting, and finishing, a fight.

It had beenthree weeks, if he didn’t find a new tenant soon, he’d have to move, and thatwould just be worse, he’d never find another place that would give space to awitcher. He moved his finger in small circles on the table top, looking up whenhe heard the bell on the door chime. The man who walked through was… not human.Not entirely at least, there was a very strong other smell to him.Geralt couldn’t pin it down though, it was buried under the scent of hiscologne, and something else that smelled like… cinnamon. His hair was spikedinto a bright blue mohawk, tattoos were scattered across the skin that Geraltcould see, his flannel stopped at his elbows. There were piercings too, Geraltcould see them catching the light as he moved to the counter and ordered acoffee, something sickeningly sweet.

Geralt watchedRenfri make the order and hand it to the man with a smile. He nodded his thanksand then turned gracefully, his eyes, bright as fire in the night, scanned theroom. His shinning eyes landed on Geralt and he nodded, Geralt wasn’t sure ifhe was nodding at him or to himself so he sat still, his eyes going back to thetable top. He heard the man approach slowly.

“Geralt? Thatyou? From the ad?” his voice was like honey and Geralt’s stomach dropped. Helooked up at the man and nodded. He smiled down at him in return, and pointedat the seat across from Geralt, his eyebrows arched in question. Geralt noddedagain. He sat.

“So umm… I feellike I should maybe open with the fact that I’m not human. And uh… clearly,you’re… a witcher. So if me being… not human, isn’t okay for you, I can go. Ijust-“ his hands were fiddling nervously next to his coffee cup.

“I just wantedto be honest up front. And not just because I’m worried you’ll kill me.” Helaughed, awkwardly, cleared his throat, and took a very large swig of hiscoffee. Geralt watched him, watched his fingers wrap around the cup, his eyesmoving over the music notes tattooed across his knuckles. He let the man sethis coffee back down before he spoke.

“I’m not goingto kill you.” Geralt said, picking up his own cup, bringing it to his lips.

“Yet.” He saidand took a drink, trying not to smirk as the man squirmed in his seat beforesmiling softly, catching the joke. And that… was new. The man nodded, hismohawk not moving at all on his head, Geralt eyed it and then moved his eyesback to his face, he was wearing eyeliner, like those eyes needed any help standingout, and there were two lip rings shining against his bottom lip, more scatteredin his ears. Geralt watched him take another sip of his coffee and thought hesaw a tongue ring too as the man’s tongue ran quickly over his lip.

“So what areyou? If you don’t mind me asking.” Geralt laced his fingers together on thetable and watched the man in front of him. His cheeks reddened, and there wassomething in his eyes. Geralt thought it looked suspiciously like shame.

“Uh… A uh.. asiren. Well half of one, anyway. On my mother’s side. And I don’t- I don’t useit. The- the siren thing. It’s just- it’s just sort of there. I don’t use it onpeople, that would be…bad.” He finished lamely. His hands clasped together onthe table, tightly, the scent of shame pouring off of him in waves. He wasstaring at the table, and for the first time since he’d seen the man, the scentof fear hit Geralt’s senses. Geralt stared at him, looked at him for a verylong time, he knew that look, and he knew that smell. It wasn’t just fear. Orshame. It was both, dancing together across the man’s skin. He wasn’t afraid ofGeralt, not the way he probably should have been, he was afraid of Geralt’s reaction.No doubt trained to be frightened of it through past experiences. Geralt feltan odd urge to reach out and comfort the man, he frowned and shoved the urgedeep.

This man, whowasn’t just a man, was sitting in front of him, not afraid of the witcherin front of him, but afraid that the person in front of him, would hatehim. Hate him solely for what he was, despite not knowing him, just knowing whathe was. Geralt looked at him, and knew that feeling well.

“What’s you’rename?”  The man’s eyes shot up from thetable, he stared at him, blue eyes shining. Geralt raised his eyebrows, andwaited.

“Ah! Um,Jaskier. I’m Jaskier.” He reached his hand out, clearly an instinct, his eyesflashing with worry immediately as his hand crossed into Geralt’s space. Geraltlowered his eyes to the hand extended to him, he watched it move back, thesmallest amount, an unsure movement that was, somehow, endearing. He moved hishand up and placed in the hand that was offered, the man, Jaskier, smiled athim, and they shook.

“Geralt.”Jaskier smiled again, dropping his hand back on the table, fingers tap out asmall rhythm.

“The room’syours if you want it.” Geralt knew this was probably a bad idea. And he knewmore, that Yennefer was going to yell at him, call him irresponsible, and, mostlikely, a great many other thing. But as sat here, looking across the table atthe shining blue eyes of this shame filled siren, he knew he’d let her call himwhatever she liked.

“Really? Are yousure? I mean, if you’re at all uncomfortable- I don’t want to impose oranything or- or get in your way. Or get you in… trouble. With the…witcher…people.” He narrowed his eyes, obviously knowing he sounded like anidiot as the words staggered out of his mouth. Geralt took a sip of coffee tohide his smirk, at least he knew he sounded ridiculous.

“The… Witcherpeople, will be fine. And I’m sure.” He slipped his fingers into his pocket andslid the small business card across the table.

“That’s theaddress, you can move in as soon as you want. Do you need any help?” He wasn’tsure why he’d asked that. He’d never offered his help to anyone before, well,to an extent. He’d offered to kill monsters, but never to help someone move. Hedidn’t even have a truck, or a car, no vehicle to help move anything. Hefurrowed his brow, mainly at himself.

“Oh no, I’malright. I don’t have much.” He slid his hand across the table top, pulling thecard to him, it disappeared from his fingers before Geralt’s eyes and he foundhimself wondering for the first time if Jaskier was maybe something other thanjust half a siren.

“But thank you.”His voice was soft. He drummed his fingers for a moment, filling the silencespreading between them, and then slowly stood up. He waved, took a couple stepsand then turned around again.

“Seriously thankyou. I’ve been looking for a place for ages. No one- no one seemed to want togive me a chance.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes glancing between thefloor and Geralt. Geralt nodded and felt his lips move into a small smile.

“I know thefeeling. See you soon Jaskier.” The man, Jaskier, smiled down at him, nodded,and turned to leave again. Geralt watched him go, watching the graceful way hewalked despite the clunky combat boots on his feet. Geralt couldn’t stop hiseyes moving slowly up the man’s back, the black skinny jeans hugging his legsand hips snuggly, there was red bandana peeking out from under the blue andback flannel that covered his ass and hung nicely on his broad shoulders. Hewatched Jaskier pull the door open, he spun on his heel, giving Geralt a smallwave. Geralt raised his hand in return and watched Jaskier disappear down thestreet. He looked back to his coffee, took a sip, and wished he’d asked forsomething with cinnamon.

“Well he seemednice.” Geralt jumped as Renfri threw herself into the seat Jaskier had leftempty. She stared him down, chin resting on her hands, a smile on her lips anda knowing look in her eyes.

“Shut upRenfri.” He grunted, pushing himself out of his seat and walking out the door.

 ~*~

He moves in twodays later. And he was right when he said he didn’t have much. He brought abed, a small dresser, one duffle bag of clothing, and two instruments. A guitarstrapped to his back, and a keyboard hung over his shoulder. Geralt helped himwith the bed and the dresser, the delivery men had just dropped them on thesidewalk. Jaskier had knocked on his door looking sheepish. Geralt brushed itoff and easily carried his things in for him, helping him set his room up theway he wanted it. The room was spacious, Geralt lived in a good-sized loft, andJaskier’s few items made it seem, achingly empty.

Geralt left himto his own devices after they got his things settled, letting Jaskier wanderaround the apartment, looking things over, his fingers drumming against histhigh, he was clearly forcing himself not to reach out and touch everything insight.

“You can touchthings if you want. It’s not a museum.” Geralt smirked when Jaskier jumped, butsmiled when the musician smiled at him and turned back to the bookshelf he waswalking by slowly, his hand immediately reaching out, fingers brushing overeach title gently, Geralt noted that his nails were painted black. The smilestayed on his face as he looked through the books.

“I didn’trealize I was moving into a library.” Jaskier called over his shoulder, hismohawk was green today, a dark emerald color, it only served to make his eyeseven more vibrant.

“You can readthem if you want. What’s mine is yours.” Geralt waved his hand toward thebookcase as he stepped into the kitchen, shoving his sleeves up his arms.

“Is that so?” hecould hear the insinuation laced in Jaskier’s voice and froze. He turned tolook at him, Jaskier was leaning against the bookcase, book open in his hands,one foot tucked over the other, his flannel was red today. He must have feltGeralt staring, he looked up from the book, eyes wide, inquisitive.

“What?” heasked, his face a mask of innocence. Geralt actually couldn’t tell, if it was amask or not.

“Nothing.Sorry.” He shook his head and continued into the kitchen, his shouldersrolling, trying to move the tension out.

“You hungry?” hecalled, opening the fridge.

“I could eat.” Hisvoice sounds, far away. Geralt glances past the fridge door and sees him stillstanding there, nose in the book, his eyes darting back and forth over thepage. Geralt starts grabbing things out the fridge, sets them on the counter.

“You likepasta?” he asks, watching him stand there and read.

“Hmm?” he hums,not listening at all. Geralt smiles then, really smiles, and turns to hide it.

“You can sit onthe couch you know? You don’t have stand.” Geralt grabs pots and pans andspoons and all the things he’ll need.

“What? Oh.Thanks yeah. Hey did you say something about pasta?” Jaskier’s voice getslouder as he walks toward the kitchen, he throws himself onto one of the stoolsat the island, Geralt glances back at him and he freezes.

“Am I gonna bein the way here?” he points at the marble island top where he’s set his bookdown. Geralt shakes his head and continues working.

“Do you… wanthelp?” Geralt can feel him leaning to the side, trying to see what Geralt’sdoing.

“You know how tomake pasta?”

“Well thatdepends.” He hears Jaskier flop the book over, keeping his place.

“On what?”Geralt turns then, leaning back against the counter, crossing his arms over hischest.

“Is it pastafrom a box? And sauce from a jar? Or is it like, pasta pasta? And homemadesauce?” Jaskier is smiling at him, not a bright smile, a soft smile, just tiltingthe corners of his lips a little.

“Which one canyou make?” Geralt asks, trying hard not to return the smile, his resolves slipsa little when Jaskier leans back on the barstool and grins.

“You lookat me, and tell me which one you think I can make.” He flattens his handover his chest, his palm covering the design of the band shirt he’s wearingunder his flannel. Geralt snorts.

“Box pasta. Allthe way.” He shakes his head and turns back to the counter, his cheeks burningat the look in Jaskier’s eyes.

“Wooow! Unbelievable.Ye of little faith!” his voice is full of drama, and humor, and happiness. Itmakes Geralt’s skin tingle. Without his permission he turns back to Jaskier,body moving on its own.

“So you can makereal pasta then?” Geralt looks at him, one eyebrow cocked high. Jaskier looksat him, smiling still, brightly this time, his tongue running over his bottomlip, teeth coming down to pull the lip between it, his lip rings making smallsounds against his teeth. He doesn’t hold the stare long before he’s snorting.

“Oh fuck no.Look at me. I’ve been eating SpaghettiOs out of a can for three months. Thebest thing I can make is grilled cheese.” He flips the book back over, thatmaddening smile still on his lips.

“But it isa mean grilled cheese. Add some tomato soup on the side and it’s a gourmet mealfor me.” He glances up at Geralt quickly and then back to the book, his smilefalling slowly as he gets pulled back in by the words on the pages in front ofhim. Geralt watches him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes for the firsttime. He has them hidden so well with his eyeliner that if you’re not lookingclosely you miss them. Geralt supposes that that is the point. He sighs andbegins cooking. Jaskier reading at the counter, the small noises of, him,a comfort in the normally silent apartment.

“I forgot tomention I was a musician. I hope that’s not a problem. I mean, I figured you’dhave said something earlier than now, like when you saw the guitar, but youalso sort of seem like the kind of person to not want to say much. Even if youreally really wanna say something. So I thought I’d bring it up incaseit’s an issue for you. But I do have headphones, so I won’t be like, having jamsessions or anything did you really make those noodles that’s insane, that youcan do that.” Geralt jumped at the sudden talking, and raised his eyebrows atthe sudden onslaught of words coming from the man behind him. He turned to lookat him and found the book he’d been reading closed and pushed to the side, hefelt his cheeks heat up at the thought that Jaskier had possibly been watchinghim for some time.

“Can you havejam sessions with an acoustic guitar and a keyboard?” Geralt smirked at him,Jaskier rested his chin on his hands and looked at him.

“I’ve had jamsessions with less.” He quirked an eyebrow at Geralt, challenging him.

“Hmm?” hehummed, crossing his arms over his chest again, the noodles boiling behind him.

“I have! I oncehad a session with nothing but a metal spoon, a bucket, and half a tambourine.”He dropped his hands onto the counter and smiled again. Geralt huffed, all thisguy did was fucking smile. And the worst part was, it was warm, and infectious,and fucking genuine.

“Half atambourine.” Geralt mused, turning away again, stirring the noodles and thesauce before walking to the pantry. He pulled out a loaf of bread and heardJaskier gasp.

“Are you aboutto make actual garlic bread with that fancy Aladdin bread right there?”his hands were flat on the island top now, slender fingers splayed out in frontof him. Geralt paused and looked at him.

“Aladdin bread?”he repeated back to him. Jaskier nodded excitedly, hopping off the barstool andwalking around to where Geralt was standing, moving into his space slowly andtaking the bread from him gently.

“Yeah! Aladdinbread, like in Aladdin, at the beginning when he’s stealing bread and running fromthe guards with Abu and it’s a perfect little loaf like this one?” Jaskier doesa twirl, spinning easily in the small space and brandishing the loaf of breadlike a sword, the end level with Geralt’s chest, the exact spot someone wouldshove a knife to strike his heart. Jaskier was still smiling, wiggling hiseyebrows at him. Cheeky. Geralt brough his hand up the bread, curling is fingersaround the loaf.

“Right. And, inthis situation.” Geralt stepped closer, pressing into Jaskier’s space the wayhe’d done to him. He watched Jaskier swallow roughly, eyes wide, nodding forGeralt to continue.

“Are youAladdin. Or the monkey?” his voice was dry, he pulled the bread from Jaskier’sgrip easily, poking him in the chest gently to guild him out of the way.Jaskier squawked, mock offence filling his voice as he held his hands up insurrender and backed away, letting Geralt push him out of his space. He settledon the barstool once more and continued to watch Geralt cook.

Geralt was usedto being stared at. People stared at him all the time. This was differentthough. This stare wasn’t… hateful. It was… curious. Jaskier watched him witheyes full of curiosity, tracking his movements like a cat tracking a birdthrough a window. Geralt could feel his gaze on his back, eyes moving over hisbody, and for the first time, in a long time, he didn’t feel threatened by it.Or objectified by it, though Jaskier was no doubt looking at him… in that way.Geralt could smell it on him, he could smell how… appreciative, Jaskier was. Herolled his shoulders as he began mixing the garlic for the bread and heardJaskier sigh behind him, a small thing, barely there.

He glanced overhis shoulder, the feel of Jaskier’s eyes on him gone now, and saw the man hadrested his head on his arms. Geralt knew he wasn’t sleeping, his heart beatingat a regular pace behind his ribs. Geralt lips twitched again and he shook hishead, finishing the garlic mix and brushing it onto the bread. He popped it inthe oven and waited, resting against the counter, and letting his eyes fall tothe musician half asleep on his island. His green mohawk was scrunched againsthis arm, his eyes moving behind his eyelids, fingers twitching where theyrested on his arm.

Geralt couldhear his heartbeat slowing as sleep tried to take him. His eyes moving fasterand faster behind his eye lids. Geralt was sure he was nearly asleep now, hisheart beating slower and slower. And then he flinched. His whole body jumpingas he sat up, blinking hard at the bright lights in the kitchen, Geralt turnedaway quickly. He watched Jaskier’s reflection in the window on the stove. Herubbed at his eyes and pulled the book closer to him, flipping through it untilhe found his place. He rested his chin in his palm and began reading, his tiredeyes moving slowly, blinking hard a few more times. Geralt felt a tug deep inhis chest, his fingers itching at his side, and then he jumped himself when thetimer on the oven began to ding.

 ~*~

 Jaskier doesn’tsleep. At least he hasn’t. Not for the week he’s been around. Unless he sleepswhen Geralt is gone. Which is possible. But the dark circles under his eyes getdarker every day. And Geralt hasn’t known him that long, but he’s starting toworry. He lays down that night, barely sleeping himself most nights, and helistens.

He’d toldJaskier he wouldn’t be home until late. And then he’d gotten home early. He gotcleaned up, took a shower, peaked through the crack in Jaskier’s door and sawhim sitting at his keyboard, headphones draped over his neck, his fingersmoving nimbly over the keys. Geralt stared for a moment longer and headed tohis room. He threw himself onto his bed, his body tired, the job hadn’t beenterrible. Just chasing off a few rowdy young werewolves. They’d barely put up afight before running off back home. But the small fight had left him aching,getting throw into walls would do that. He laid in the dark, listening to thesmall sounds coming from across the hall.

And then Jaskierstarted singing.

He realized he’dmade a mistake immediately. The sound of Jaskier’s voice immediately making hishead fuzzy. He pushed himself out bed with a grunt. His feet stumbling beneathhim as the haunting voice filled the halls of their apartment. He used everyounce of energy inside himself to shove his body through his bedroom door. Hetook two steps and had to brace himself against the wall, his head wasswimming, his ears ringing, Jaskier’s voice filling his ears and pulling himunder. He made it another step before he fell, his body falling into Jaskier’sdoor and then slamming to the floor as the door swung open, hard, knocking intothe wall. Jaskier’s voice caught in his throat as he jumped out of his chairand stumbled backwards, hands flailing as he looked toward the door with wideeyes. Geralt laid on the floor, still unable to move his body properly.

“Oh fuck.Geralt! Shit no no no, you aren’t supposed to be home why are you hear?” hesounded panicked as he ran over to Geralt, falling to his knees next to him,his hands hovering just over Geralt’s body.

“Shit. Fuck I’mso sorry.” His voice was small. The cheer and happiness usually tinting hiswords was gone now, completely.

“Geralt. Fuck.”His hands finally settled on his own knees, moving up and down his thighs, theair around him was thick with worry.

“M’fineJaskier.” Geralt mumbled as best he could, his cheek pressed roughly againstthe floor.

“No. You’re not.Look at you. I- oh hang on!” his hands flailed again as pushed himself off thefloor, across the room in seconds, digging through his dresser for something.He made a small sound when he found it, and was back in front of Geralt inseconds. His slim fingers wrapped around something small and brown, both handsholding it, he brought it close to Geralt’s face and snapped it in half.Cinnamon filled his senses, his head cleared almost immediately. He grunted andpushed himself to his knees, noting how Jaskier scrambled backwards, movingaway from him.

“I’m- I should-I should leave.” Jaskier’s voice was shaky, barely even a whisper in the silentroom. Geralt picked up the broken pieces of the cinnamon stick Jaskier hadsnapped in front of him, holding them in his hand.

“Cinnamon.” Hesaid, maybe a little dumbly. He looks up at Jaskier then, and what he seesmakes his heart drop into his stomach. Jaskier had moved as far away from himas possible, his arms wrapped around himself, fingers digging into his ribswhere he clutched at himself. There were tears falling down his cheeks as hestared at the ground. He looked impossibly small. Geralt pushed himself to hisfeet.

“It’s okay Jas-“

“No it isn’t!”he almost screamed it, his voice rising louder than Geralt had ever heard it.Jaskier sunk to the floor. His arms pulling his knees close to his chest assobs fell from his mouth. Geralt crept closer, clenching his fists at his sidesas Jaskier hid his face against his knees. He crouched down next to him, hishand reaching out slowly to touch his shoulder. Jaskier flinched, but Geraltleft his hand there, refusing to move it.

“You didn’t doit on purpose.” He soothed, his thumb moving in small circles.

“It was anaccident.”

Jaskier snortedhumorlessly and looked up at Geralt, eyes full of self-loathing.

“It’s alwaysan accident.” He says, voice thick with, something.

“I can’t fuckingcontrol it. And I- I could have hurt you.” The tears fall down his face likerain on a window. He bites his lip and sniffles, pulling the sleeve of hisshirt down over his hand and wiping at nose.

“But you didn’t.I should have told you I was home. I saw you didn’t have your headphones on.”His hand moves off Jaskier’s shoulder as he stands, keeping himself pressedagainst the wall.

“You’re tryingto make this your fault?” Jaskier scoffs.

“It’s at least alittle my fault.” Geralt says, taking a few steps back, giving Jaskier someroom. He smiles at him then, trying to show Jaskier that he really doesn’tblame him. It wasn’t Jaskier’s fault. They had an agreement. The only timeJaskier would sing out loud was when Geralt wasn’t home. And he wasn’t supposedto be home. And he hadn’t let Jaskier know he was in the house. Sure, Jaskiershould have heard him, but he had been writing music, and Jaskier rarely hearsanything when he’s writing music, or listening to music, or playing music, andreading books. He gets lost in his head so easily. So yes, Geralt didn’t justthink it was his fault, he knew it was.

“I should havelet you know I was home. That was the deal. I broke it. It’s my fault.” Helooked at Jaskier pointedly, kept his eyes on him until Jaskier finally lookedup from the floor. His eyes shining with tears.

“It’s okay.Okay?” Jaskier pulled his lip between his teeth and nodded. Geralt nodded backand stepped further away. He watched Jaskier for a moment, watched his handsfinally fall to his sides, watched him all but collapse onto his bed, sittingon the edge picking a hole in the knee of his jeans. Geralt walked out to thekitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. He peaked back intoJaskier’s room, he was laying on the bed now, arm draped over his eyes.

“Hey.” Geraltcalled quietly. Jaskier peeked at him from under his arm, Geralt tossed thebottle to him, he caught it easily.

“Thanks.” Wasall he got in return, Jaskier’s voice still small.

“Get some rest.”Geralt said, trying his best to smile again, and pulled the door closed. Hewatched the line of light under the door until it went dark and went back tohis room, hoping that Jaskier would actually get to sleep.

He’d just aboutdrifted off himself when heard the screams. He sat bolt upright, his handsfisting in front of him, ready for a fight. The screams stopped and he realizedit was Jaskier. Across the hall. Screaming in his sleep. He focused hishearing, reaching out in the dark. Jaskier’s heart was racing, Geralt couldhear him whimpering now. Another shout rang out through the dark and he heardJaskier flail in his bed, and then heard a thud as he fell out of it. He heardJaskier struggle to get untangled from his sheets, and then heard him pad downthe hall to the bathroom.

He heard Jaskierclimb into the shower, even heard him crying under the downpour of water. Helistened to him get dressed and then heard him pacing. He walked to Geralt’sdoor four times. Stopping in front it, pausing, and then going back to hisroom. His hand had even touched the doorknob at least twice. Geralt waited forhim to pace back, waited for him to stop in front if his door, and then calledout to him.

“Come in.”

He heard Jaskiergasp. But the door opened, Jaskier shuffled into the room, his pajamas hungloose on him, baggy pajama pants barely hanging onto his hips. He looked smallagain and Geralt wondered how he did that, went from looking as tall as Geralt,all broad shoulders and long legs, to looking like someone Geralt could put inhis pocket. He stood in the dim ray of light from the hall, rubbing at the backof his neck.

“Are youalright?” he asked, not moving from the bed, pushing Jaskier to says something,for fear that if he didn’t, Jaskier would just stand there all night, sayingnothing.

“N- no. No notreally. And um… I’m gonna ask you something. And it might sound odd. And youcan say no!” he hurried to add, his hands held out in front of him.

“Just ask.”Geralt grunted.

“Can I um… Can Isleep in here with you?” he asked, Geralt said nothing, sensing he was going tosay more, his own heart began beating loudly in his ears.

“It’s just that.I uh… I have these dreams. Well, they’re not dreams really. Nightmares. Iguess, is what they are. They’re nightmares. And uh,” he sighed, pushing hishand through his hair, Geralt just now noticing the his spiked up mohawk wassoft from his shower, he could a slight curl to his hair.

“I um… I usuallyhave… someone to… someone to sleep with. It- it helps. Having some one to- justhaving someone… to-“ he cut off, his eyes on the ground, Geralt could smell theembarrassment coming off him, he rubbed his hand over his face.

“To hold you?”Geralt prompted. Jaskier’s eyes snapped up from the floor, meeting Geralt’s inthe dark. He swallowed hard and nodded.

“It helps. Makesme feel safe.” He was worrying his pajama pants between his fingers.

“I know it’sweird. I just thought I’d ask, I didn’t mean to-“

“Come here.”Geralt waved him over, lying back on the bed, pulling the sheet up ininvitation. Jaskier swallowed hard and shuffled forward. He climbed in next toGeralt slowly, laying stiffly next to him. Geralt snorted and moved closer tohim.

“Getcomfortable.” He moved his fingers to Jaskier’s arm and felt him shiver at thetouch.

“You’re sure?Like really sure cuz I get a bit… clingy.” He pushed himself up onto his elbowand looked down at Geralt, the moonlight from the window shinning in his eyes.

“Cling away.”Geralt said, pushing a lock of hair from Jaskier’s forehead with his finger,pulling another shiver from him.

“Okay.” Jaskierbreathed, looking down at him, motionless, for a moment longer and thenlowering himself down, pressing himself against Geralt gently. His head layingon Geralt’s shoulder, his hand resting on his chest, settled above his heart.His legs pressed against Geralt’s, his foot twitching a bit. Geralt reached down,curled his fingers around Jaskier’s knee and pulled one of his legs over hisown so that it rested between them. He moved his hand up to settle on Jaskier’ship and felt him sigh, finally relaxing completely against him. The only partof him moving now was his fingers, tapping out a gentle rhythm on Geralt’schest.

“I hate it.”Jaskier whispered. Geralt moved the arm underneath Jaskier to hold hisshoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“I hate thatpart of me so much.” His breath was warm against Geralt’s chest, Geralt dug histeeth into his lip, wanting to comfort him, be he wanted Jaskier to get it out,whatever it was that he needed to say.

“And everyoneelse hates it too. As soon as people find out what I am. The look in theireyes, it changes, ya know? It twists, into this, look. Like they- likethey’re-“ Geralt can feel tears pooling against his chest, wet and warm. Hehears Jaskier choke back a sob and moved his hand into his still damp hair.

“Like they hateyou.” Geralt whispers, breathing the words into Jaskier’s hair. He feelsJaskier nod.

“They don’t evenknow me. I’m not… I’m not like that. I don’t like hurting people.” Hisfingers curl into Geralt’s shirt, clutching at it tightly.

“I know.”

“How can youknow that? We just met. And you’ve seen it. You’ve felt it. What I cando.” He flattens Geralt’s shirt back out, pressing his fingers down againsthim, pressing out the wrinkles he’d created.

“Jaskier. If youwanted to hurt people, you’d be hurting people. And I’m not sure anyone couldstop you.” He moved his fingers to Jaskier’s chin, tilting his head up, makinghim look at him.

“I don’t thinkeven I could stop you. If you really wanted to, I think you could bring thisworld to it’s knees with that voice of yours.” He moved his fingertips over Jaskier’slips, feeling him gasp against them.

“But youhaven’t. And you won’t.” He moved his hand to cup Jaskier’s cheek.

“There’s toomuch kindness in you.” He presses his lips to Jaskier’s forehead and then looksdown at him again.

“It shines inyour eyes every time you smile. And you fucking smile, all, the time.” Geraltsighs, frustration lacing his voice. Jaskier snorts, his body shaking againstGeralt’s. Jaskier pressed closer, his body moving into Geralt’s like it wasmade to be there, his arm snaking around Geralt and pulling him closer.

“Should I stopsmiling? Sounds like it bothers you.” His voice was heavy with sleep now, theheartbeat pressing into Geralt’s side slowing. Jaskier snuggled his head harderinto Geralt’s shoulder.

“Don’t ever stopsmiling.” Geralt breathed into his hair. He felt Jaskier smile into his chestand moved his fingers slowly along his scalp, listening to his heartbeat andbreathing slow as he finally drifted off to sleep. Geralt pulled him closer,holding him tightly in the dark, and let his eyes fall closed. He pressed hisnose into Jaskier’s hair and hoped he could at least bring him some peace.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #geraskier prompt #geraskier request #prompts #requests #prompt #request #my writing #geralt x jaskier #tinyboop #thank you for asking love

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eyes on you - sfw version

author’s note: hello! this is “eyes on you”, a version of my fic on ao3 that has the smut cut out. click here for the original, which also has the tags + summary

author’s note (continued): please note that this is a sequel to my longer work, a fortune i couldn’t foresee. but you don’t need to read it in order to understand this one shot! 

we begin with this song. now onto the fic: 

This was his moment. Kuroo closed his eyes, took a deep breath. It only took one phrase to spark a revolution, one song to set a nation’s heart on fire. And he was just the person to take on this challenge, delighting in the water droplets as they cascaded over his bare body. Taking in one more deep breath, he belted out:

“I love you, baaaaaby, and if it's quite alright

I need you, baaaaaby, to warm the lonely niiiiight~”

For the world to hear. Well--for Kenma to hear his terrible singing through the noises of the shower running in their shared apartment. He was just getting into the nonexistent music, singing excruciatingly slowly while he lathered his hair into a mohawk, before he stopped. 

Why hadn’t Kenma banged on the door for him to shut the fuck up yet? Between the awful singing and the cheesy lyrics, he’d expected his boyfriend to have a complaint by now. 

Rinsing off the remaining suds, Kuroo hummed the rest of the song to himself. He still couldn’t believe that he and Kenma were dating. All those years he’d been in love with his best friend, and it turns out it’d been mutual the whole time? He shook his head, muttering “what the fuck” to himself. But he couldn’t bring himself to be too mad about it, because they were together now. And as was his right as both boyfriend and best friend, he was going to annoy the fuck out of Kenma.

He slung a towel over his waist, not even bothering to dry off the drops of water that ran down his chest. He had far more important things to worry about, like bursting into Kenma’s room without knocking.

“What are you up to?”

Kenma sat in his desk chair with his back turned to the door. Kuroo didn’t need to admire him in secret anymore, but it was habit. Some part of his chest fluttered at the sight of his boyfriend so focused on his computer screen, ears covered by headphones and hair piled into a neat bun.

“I’m streaming,” Kenma said, occupied by some fantasy world on his monitor.

“What are you playing?” Kuroo stepped into his personal space, leaning forward and dripping water onto the keyboard.

“Oh my god.”

It was the utter disbelief in his voice that made Kuroo look up, to see wide honey-brown eyes. “What?”

“You’re half-naked and my camera is on.” He gestured to the stream of comments running across the screen. Kuroo caught a “WHO IS THAT” and plenty of tongue and water emojis.

“Oh.” He’d already forgotten he was in a towel. “Well--” He hadn’t signed up to perform for such a wide audience today, but he was going to deliver. “I gotta give the people what they want...Check out these guns.” He posed, flexing his biceps and making kissy faces at the camera.

“Get out,” Kenma pushed him out of the camera’s range. “You’re going to get me banned for pornography.”

He threw his head back into a hyena laugh, making his way towards the door. He was giddy, having achieved his goal of annoying Kenma for the day.

On his way out, he heard his boyfriend speaking into the mic: “The chat is being too much today. That’s just my roommate.”

Kuroo clicked the door closed. Right. Just his roommate.

When he sat at his desk later, trying to study, he knew that Kenma hadn’t meant it that way. They were boyfriends, and they were out as a couple to practically everyone they knew (Bokuto and Hinata had been particularly happy to find out, insisting on double dates that Kuroo agreed to and Kenma was horrified by). But Kenma was a Youtuber and hadn’t yet told his audience, for a number of reasons.

One was for their privacy. As Kenma had explained, “If my fanbase finds out I’m dating someone, they’ll have a lot of opinions about it. And that’s not something I want to deal with until I have to.”

And Kuroo understood that. But there was one reason that he wasn’t exactly comfortable with.

“Plus,” Kenma had said on that cold night when they were both sitting on their hard lump of a couch, “Yuuji and I have this whole thing going on right now. He’s been desperately single for a while and the fact that it looks like we might be dating is helping his views, and mine.”

Now, Kuroo chewed the end of his pen. He and Kenma hadn’t even been together that long, but he felt like he was already putting on a suit for the funeral of their honeymoon phase. When they had finally gotten together, the world didn’t stop for them--Kuroo had to pay attention to his exams, and Kenma had to pay attention to his Youtube career. 

So much attention to his Youtube career. If he wasn’t recording a video, then he was editing another video, or streaming. At least Kuroo got to tag along when Kenma vlogged something, though he’d only be there to help with the camera. 

But there was one thing he felt good about: they were going to have a Movie Night, a semiregular tradition that neither of them ever skipped. They’d take turns picking bad movies and Kenma would order some food, and Kuroo would cook something healthy in an attempt to balance it out. Last time, Kenma had chosen a film about a murderous car tire and this week, Kuroo planned to outdo him with a 2002 3D animated Christmas movie that was sure to be a heap of hilarious garbage. 

Once he’d finally finished balancing the last of the chemical equations, Kuroo found himself in the kitchen, preparing cauliflower. It was a methodical process; washing, chopping, baking (even though their oven kind of sucked and raised the temperature of the entire apartment). He was in the middle of it when Kenma shuffled out of his room.

“Are you cooking?” He tilted his head, sniffing the air.

“Yeah, I found this dope recipe. It’s gonna be so awesome, you’re gonna have to like vegetables.”

“Right,” Kenma snorted. “Listen, I have to skip the movie tonight. I’m gonna hop on Yuuji’s stream and it’s gonna take a while.”

“Oh,” Kuroo said in a voice that he hoped covered the sound of his heart dropping to the bottom of his chest. “Okay.”

“Don’t you have homework to finish anyway?” 

“Yeah.” He watched Kenma pluck an apple off the counter and disappear into his room.

Kuroo was left alone with the cauliflower. He lifted the bowl towards his face, staring at the zombie broccoli. “You still like me, right?”

It didn’t answer. He would have been worried if it did.

He continued cooking in silence. One missed movie night wasn’t a big deal, right? They could watch movies any time.

Or that’s what he told himself as laughter echoed from Kenma’s room. 

                                                               ≡

Kuroo thought that he could shake off these negative feelings, but they stuck to him like a wet paper towel. 

He’d never been the jealous type in relationships. When his middle school girlfriend confessed that she liked another boy, he let her go with no hard feelings. With all his one night stands, he’d never felt possessive. If anything, he preferred to leave before he or his partner could marinate too much in their shame. But then again, when he’d been with all of those people, his heart had stayed behind in Kenma’s hands.

The word “jealous” left a rotten flavor in his mouth, but he couldn’t deny that was how he felt. When he went back into his room, pulling his laptop towards his face way too close like a preteen looking up boobs, he started researching this Yuuji that Kenma was spending so much time with. The Wikipedia page popped up on Google:

Full name: Yuuji Terushima

Occupation: Youtuber

Alias: PartyHair

Sliding in earbuds, Kuroo clicked around his channel. Immediately, his latest video began to autoplay.

“Welcome back, everyone! It’s your boy Yuuji…”

Kuroo frowned. This guy was fucking smokin’. A chiseled face, perfectly styled bleached hair, and was that a fucking tongue piercing?

He groaned. It was a secret wish of his to get blown by a guy with a tongue piercing. What if it was Kenma’s too?

A voice in his head told him he was being a total dumbass right now. And obviously, he didn’t think that Kenma would ever cheat on him--or actually leave him--based on who around him happened to be hot and have piercings. But Kuroo was still fucking mad about it.

After watching over an hour’s worth of PartyHair’s videos, Kuroo had brewed himself a fat pot of Old Man Grumpiness, complete with a dash of edge and a sprinkle of angst. One that he was still letting simmer when Kenma peeked into his room later.

“Good night.”

“Night,” Kuroo borderline growled, curling up under his blanket.

Kenma quirked an eyebrow in response. “I think you need to sleep.” 

Sending incoherent mutters in response, he heard Kenma quietly click the door closed.

Kuroo would be damned if he waited his whole life to get this boy’s attention, only to lose it in a matter of weeks.

But he was still being a little bitch the next day, as Bokuto noted when they got lunch together.

“I’m not being a little bitch,” Kuroo crossed his arms, watching with annoyance as Bokuto scarfed down a burrito. “I’m just--I’m just pissed that he’s spending so much time with some other dude, y’know? We’ve only been dating a few weeks. Shouldn’t our hands always be in each other’s pants?”

Bokuto nearly choked, letting out a boisterous laugh. “Why the fuck would you assume that?”

“I don’t know!”

He shook his head. “Dude, if it really bothers you that much, why don’t you just talk to Kenma about it?”

“Because I don’t want him to think I’m some kind of possessive creep.” He leaned his cheek on his hand dejectedly.

“But you are some kind of pos-”

“Thanks, Bo, I get it.” He stared down at his untouched food.

“Look,” Bokuto gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “relationships are about communication, right? I always tell Akaashi what’s on my mind.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kuroo had heard plenty of times, from Akaashi himself, how it could be a little overwhelming to hear every passing thought about is it possible for two people on opposite ends of the universe to experience sunrise and sunset at the same time? And sometimes it was things like what do you think dirt actually tastes like? 

“Me and Kenma don’t really work that way.”

Bokuto grinned knowingly. “Kuroo, which of us has been in a successful long-term relationship?”

He groaned, knowing exactly where this was going. “You.”

“And which of us was miserable until he listened to my genius advice to confess to Kenma?”

“Me…”

“Exactly,” Bokuto shot off some finger guns, before stealing some food off of his plate. “So maybe listen to the love expert this time around.”

He hated the fact that Bokuto was right, that he actually knew more about these things than Kuroo. But he didn’t need the reminder to know that Bo was an expert in loving people, was just natural at being adored and loved by everyone in the room. Kuroo, on the other hand, was not that kind of person. He was a little shit--and glad to be. But he didn’t want to only be a little shit to Kenma. He wanted to be a very nice shit, that smelled like roses. That you might want to cuddle with during a cold night. Okay, he was bad at metaphors.

                                                              ♠

Kenma slid a hand over his face. “There’s more?”

He’d found himself having a peculiar problem ever since Kuroo had wandered into his room with a towel on. The entire internet was thirsting over his boyfriend.

The chat was spammed with comments, and within a few minutes, his Twitter was flooded with screenshots of Kuroo’s abs.

ana_the_beara: who the f**k is this hottie?! @ kodzuken

kr1kit: @ kodzuken says that’s just his roommate…

chanchan28: oh my god they were roommates

Kuroo had wandered into his room for all of one minute and now he had to deal with hundreds of thirst tweets, questions about his dating life, and speculations about Mr. Wet Abs’ identity. It was all a bit much for him to handle. (Though he did have to give credit to the people who made memes and edits during the stream, seemingly seconds after the whole thing even happened.)

He had a ton of damage control to do, especially considering how he and Yuuji were supposed to be dropping hints that they were together. He hoped that the other Youtuber wouldn’t be mad about it.

“That’s actually so funny,” Yuuji laughed on their phone call, scrolling through the memes. “But it could be a big help! It’ll, like, make more noise, y’know? Get people talking, which will get us more views.”

So that was one thing he didn’t have to worry about. But this whole “possibly-dating-other-online-people” business was starting to feel like more trouble than it was worth, as much as he liked hanging out with Yuuji. 

How long did this have to go on for anyway? He’d much rather spend time with Kuroo. Speaking of Kuroo…

Maybe he could go for a movie tonight. So what if his homework was a day late?

                                                              ♠

Kuroo was on the couch with his laptop, in the middle of solving equations that he should have done earlier, when Kenma walked into the living room.

“Hey, I have some free time. Want to watch a movie?” He settled in beside Kuroo, criss-crossing his legs.

He glanced at Kenma, before returning his gaze to his laptop. “I have work to do.” Shit, that’d sounded too sharp. Now Kenma was looking at him with furrowed brows. “It’s...homework.” He added awkwardly, as though that explained his terrible mood.

“Are you okay?” Came the inevitable question, gentle as it always was, laced with concern.

‘I’m fine,’ was what he’d wanted to say. That was not what came out.

“Oh so you want to hang out with me just because your schedule cleared up?”

He got a look of bewilderment in return, and looked away, his skin heating with embarrassment and anger.

A hand reached over and Kenma slowly closed his laptop, looking at him directly. He couldn’t bring his eyes to meet that catlike gaze.

“Are you saying that I don’t make time for you?”

There was the question. The confrontation.

“Well, you don’t.” As he said it, he felt like a petulant child, throwing a fit over nothing. But he couldn’t stop himself.

“Kuro, we’re both in a busy time right now. You know that.” His voice was measured despite the irritation that colored it.

He turned now, arms crossed and eyes glaring. “Why don’t you go hang out with Yuuji?” He spat the name.

Kenma blinked. Processed. “...You’re not seriously jealous of Yuuji?” Halfway between a question and a statement.

His shoulders scrunched as he sunk into the couch, silent.

                                                              ♠

“Oh my god. Is that why you've been acting so weird lately?” He took Kuroo’s silence as an invitation to invade his space, gently pushing away the laptop and scooting even closer.

“You’ve been spending so much time with him! And half your followers think you’re fucking.”

“What does it matter if they think that when I’m fucking you?”

Kuroo huffed, turning his head away again.

“Kuroo, what does it matter when you’re the only person I masturbate to?”

He whipped his head back immediately, overcome by a blush that had already infected not only his cheeks, but also Kenma’s.

“I’m the only person you masturbate to?”

Now it was Kenma’s turn to look away. “I--I’ve been into you since forever. You already know that.”

He grinned. “But this is another level, kitty cat.”

Kenma groaned in frustration, his tied-back hair unable to cover the embarrassment on his face. “I’m out of here.”

“Kenma,” Kuroo said, in both shock and amusement at his boyfriend’s reaction. He didn’t have time to say anything else before Kenma was off the couch, out the room--

“Hey!” He scrambled to his feet, following after him. Kenma was fast, but not fast enough. Kuroo caught his hand in the hallway. He was anticipating a struggle, but didn’t receive one--Kenma’s face was turned away, but their hands were nonetheless linked together.

He led his embarrassed boyfriend into the room where this whole mess started, walking past the gaming setup and settling on Kenma’s bed. He sat among the pillows, but the bed’s owner settled in the farthest corner towards the wall, pressing his hands to his cheeks as though to absorb the redness.

“I masturbate to you, too.”

The confession relaxed Kenma’s shoulders, but his voice still came out quietly, “I always wondered--” He interrupted himself, shook his head. “Sometimes, I...I heard you doing it.”

Kuroo raised his eyebrows. “Me masturbating?” The answer to his question came in the form of sheepish nods. “...Did you like what you heard?”

“I--yeah, idiot!” 

                                                             ♠

A pillow landed on Kuroo’s face, earning his laughter. A devilish smile grew on his face. “Well, if you liked that song, I can give you a concert.” He was already shrugging out of his shirt. “You’ve got the best seat in the house.” 

Maybe Terushima had a sexy piercing and some of Kenma’s time, but only Kuroo had the honor of gracing his boyfriend’s fantasies. And he was going to prove just how grateful he was.

“Did you see the news articles about your little display in my room?”

Kuroo snorted as he settled back, getting comfortable. “Did I make you jealous?”

“No,” he answered too quickly, crossing his arms. “Idiot.”

He let out his dorky hyena laugh, which, to Kenma, somehow sounded sexy. Before he could say anything else, Kuroo put on an enticing, yet filthy show for him to watch, which he may have participated in. Which may have involved a fantasy of a steamy shower in a lake house that they’d visited as kids.

When the show was over, they both settled back against the pillows breathlessly.

“Kuroo,” He began with a quirked brow, “if you were thinking of shower sex, then why set it in the cabin?”

He felt Kuroo’s chest shake as he laughed. “You’re finding plot holes in my masturbation fantasies?”

“Well, yeah.”

“It’s because...it’s scenic.”

Kenma scoffed at the obvious lie. “Come on, you’re clearly in a sharing mood today.”

“All right,” Kuroo sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “It’s because that summer...when we first visited that cabin...it’s when I first realized I love you.”

His heart skipped a beat. “It was?” Suddenly he racked his brain, trying to remember anything special that happened, any sign that Kuroo’s feelings towards him had changed. But there was nothing. They’d acted like dumb kids during that week away, just like they had every week before that.

“Yeah.” Kuroo smiled. Not that devilish grin of his, but one that was more honest, that spread over his face easily. “It was actually because of your mom.”

“What? Stop joking--”

“It’s not a joke!” He laughed, meeting Kenma’s eyes. “It really was because of her. I wanted to go to the deeper part of the lake without any adult supervision, and she wasn’t having it. It went something like…”

“I want to go in the lake.” Insisted young Kuroo, pointing to the opposite shore. “Me and Kenma wanna see the fish.”

“No, Tetsurou.” Mrs. Kozume tutted. “What if something happens while you’re over there and we can’t help you?”

“But I can swim! I won’t drown.”

She put her hands on her hips. “What if Kenma drowns? Will you be happy if I die from a heart attack?”

“But I didn’t even hear what she was saying,” he chuckled. “Me drowning was one thing, but putting you in danger...that was something I could never risk.”

Kenma had no idea how Kuroo could do it--could make him fall in love more and more.

“I thought about it a lot. But I decided that if someone else drowned--this is gonna sound horrible,” He shook his head, smiling. “If someone else drowned, I wouldn’t be nearly as upset. Except maybe my dad, but. The point is, I cared about you more than anyone else. Your mom must have been happy because I dropped the idea of going that deep into the lake.”

“Can we stop talking about my mom?”

Kuroo broke into another laugh. “Fine, fine. There were a few times at the lake that I thought about kissing you, but I chickened out each time...I really wish you’d been my first kiss.”

Kenma felt his chest expand. He knew how much Kuroo regretted fooling around with other people before they’d started dating. “...You don’t remember, do you?”

He received a curious head tilt in response. “Remember what?”

                                                             ♠

“My eleventh birthday.”

“Wha--” Kuroo broke off his own question in confusion. “I remember your eleventh birthday. It was a few months after we visited the lake. Didn’t we have a sleepover?”

Kenma nodded. “We did. But that’s not what I mean.”

“Enlighten me.”

“All right. But give me the blanket first. I’m cold.”

“Even while resting in my loving arms?” Kuroo sighed dramatically, before pulling the blanket up over them. “There. Now tell me.”

“Okay,” Kenma tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, looking at a spot on the wall. “My mom bought me that cake. Do you remember? The one with the hedgehog on it.”

“Right. Because you liked Sonic, but you wanted him to look like a real hedgehog.”

“Yeah,” He nodded. “And she only told us to eat one piece so we wouldn’t get hyper. But then she went to sleep and we ate mochi instead?”

“Because it’d take longer for her to notice it was gone.” Kuroo grinned.

“You got this bit of chocolate on your nose. And you were laughing about something--I don’t know what it was, but it felt like a light inside of me switched on.”

“Your gay awakening?”

He snorted. “Basically. But that wasn’t what I wanted to tell you.”

“What, Kenma?” Kuroo whined. “You’re leaving me in suspense here.”

Kenma ignored him. “Do you also remember how you said you wanted to stay up all night long? And then you fell asleep at 11:30.”

“Well we were playing volleyball all day!”

He chuckled. “Well...before you fell asleep, we were talking. You asked me if there were any girls I liked.”

Kuroo’s eyebrows rose upwards. “And what did you say?”

“Anyway, Kuroo...have you ever kissed anyone?” Newly-eleven-year-old Kenma asked as Kuroo yawned.

“Me? No.” He shook his head sleepily. 

Kenma turned over to his side, looking at Kuroo intently. Kuroo, with his messy hair covering half his face and his arms tucked behind his head, stared comfortably at the ceiling. 

“Is there anyone you want to kiss?” Kenma asked, his heart beating faster.

“Mm, I dunno.” Kuroo turned over to face him. “I’d need practice.”

“We could practice.” He said before he could think better of the words, his pulse in his ears. He started to think of something to say, to cover it up--

“Mhm.”

Kenma’s breath stopped in his lungs. He scrunched up his face, gathered up the courage, and planted a peck right on Kuroo’s mouth. The world tilted, forever changed.

“...Kuroo?”

The only reply he got was a loud snore.

“No way.” Kuroo burst into laughter, much to Kenma’s annoyance. “I was asleep?!”

“You were, you ass.” Kenma rolled his eyes. “It was so embarrassing.”

“I guess that’s why you never mentioned it, huh.” Kuroo said, pulling Kenma’s hair free from its ponytail to run his fingers through it. He supposed that he was forgiven for the actions of his twelve-year-old self when Kenma hummed contentedly and leaned into his touch. “Actually,” he said with a small smile, “I’m kinda happy that happened. Because it means we were each other’s first kiss.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“And you’re gonna be my last kiss, too.”

“...Kuroo?” Kenma gave him that cute, furrowed-brow look.

“When we’re all old and wrinkly, you’ll still be the only person I wanna kiss.”

Kenma scoffed, turning over. “What a dork.” But there was no hiding the pink that had bloomed on his cheeks.

                                                             ≡

“So,” Kenma said to his camera, leaning back in his gaming chair. “Next question: what is Kodzuken’s sexuality? Ah, I might need some help with this one.” He picked up his phone, dialing a number before putting it to his ear. “Can you come in here? I need you for a minute.”

A moment later, his door opened. “You called, kitty cat?”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” Kenma scoffed. “Anyway, come here. I need to tell my viewers what my sexuality is.” He gestured to the camera.

Kuroo squatted beside his chair, rubbing his chin in thought. “Ah, Kodzuken’s sexuality...well, it doesn’t matter, does it? Because he's mine.”

He suppressed a chuckle, but a smile still leaked from his lips. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“No problem.” He stood, pressing a kiss to Kenma’s cheek. “Don’t be too long, okay? I’m making dinner.”

“Okay.”

Upon hearing the door click closed, he turned back to the camera. “Well, this answers the next question: who is Mr. Wet Abs?” Kenma waved his hands, knowing he’d later edit in pictures of them together. “He’s not just my roommate. He’s my boyfriend.”

And whatever he’d have to deal with--however many questions, comments, or gaudy headlines--it was worth it.

Ending notes: a million thanks to both my good friend ana and the lovely lauren for beta-ing this fic for me <3 and thank YOU for reading! please feel free to let me know what you think :D

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[rkjinwook]

• • •  STARTING LIVE!

       02AUG2020  |   🐥 JINWOOK’S HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🥳 🥳        DURATION   |   1:02:22

it’s a cute set, albeit typical for this kind of broadcast. the staff have provided jinwook with a fixed camera framing his mini birthday table, complete with multicolored balloons decorating the back wall. there’s a small tablet to monitor the stream and comment feed, which jinwook fiddles with as he waits. in retrospect, he thinks it would’ve been nicer to hold a more casual conversation with fans for his first solo live, but that might just be the nerves talking.

he fills the silence with music, his guitar in his lap. it’s an everyday sight, but jinwook realizes most fans won’t have heard him play much, so he takes care to warm up cleanly, and warm up his vocals too. he only alternates between a few simple chords, though. it’s the sort of background music he used to hear when he’d occasionally attend church services with eve. as jinwook plays he imagines an audience quietly filing in, taking their seats at his birthday party as they each receive the live notification. finally the staff motions for jinwook that the actual video is starting, and he rests the instrument in his lap, out of view for now.

“hello! i’m convex’s sunshine, jinwook.” the greeting is bright and familiar as he dips his head toward the camera. it’s unlikely that the viewers, who arrived so early from a notification, don’t know his name, but it can’t hurt to start off formally. “today is my birthday! yay!!” also evident from the title and the backdrop. jinwook gives himself a round of applause anyway. then he picks up a party hat from the table and slips the cone over his head. “tada~” 

“since we can’t meet in person, i wanted to greet you all with a live today to celebrate.” there’s a pause as jinwook adjusts the thin elastic of the party hat. he takes a breath. “last year, hmm...” he taps a finger to his cheek as he thinks back. “oh, last year i made cupcakes! i was helping our team sphere on the mgas.. so i couldn’t meet consta that time, either.” jinwook hums in thought, suddenly a bit nostalgic about his time as a coach. he shakes his head. “so i’m excited to try this out now.”

“let’s see...” he says, quickly moving on, “is everyone settling in here alright?” he peers over the tablet and rests a finger over the chat to pause its scrolling speed. the amount of viewers is staggering and the number only keeps rising, but jinwook focuses on the individual users sending messages instead. it’s a relief to see the majority in his native language. “hello and hello and hello,” he says, reading off a string of usernames and greeting each one individually, “and thank you for coming, and thank you for coming, and thank you for coming~!”

when jinwook releases his finger from the screen, the chat jumps back to life, shifting too quickly to read. he frowns and tries to pause it again. it takes some concentration to read off the unusual username combinations, but he does his best.

💬  :  happy bday 🥳 🥳 🥳 💬  :  you look handsome!!! 💬  :  happy birthday oppa~ 💬  :  thank you for being born 💖🎁🎁 💬  :  bare faced jinwook is the best!

“ah, thank you~ hello!! thank you too~ thank you for being by my side! oh! this one...” jinwook is startled into a laugh at the last comment, bringing a hand over his mouth. when he drops his hand he shows his full face to the camera, grinning. “this is definitely not bare faced jinwook, but, still i appreciate you thinking so~”

as he tries to keep reading, he tilts his head and squints. many of the messages are just full of celebrating emoji or animated emotes. it’s less to parse, but more noise to sort through. “ah, so much emoji in chat, you all must’ve learned from me, huh...” he muses.

after another minute he leans back again, his nerves settled. well, jinwook’s never had much trouble even talking to himself, so it shouldn’t surprise him that speaking to a bustling chat window comes naturally, too.

💬  :  did you have a good day so far?

“i’m happy today!” jinwook answers confidently. “my grandmother always wakes up early on sunday mornings, so i called her on the way to practice! and later tonight i’m going to video call with my family. actually i told my sister what time i was going live, so she might be listening too?” jinwook squints back down at the tablet and bites his lower lip. “ah, the chat is going way too fast to tell...”

💬  :  where are the other members!!

“hmm, training?” jinwook grins. “i’m taking a break to talk for right now~ but we are all working very hard otherwise!” he shares another smile, proud of himself for not mentioning anything further - although if his eyes sparkle, he can’t be held responsible. “they might stop by at the end!”

“that reminds me!” jinwook reaches below the table for his bag, pulling out a fresh journal that jaehyun had gifted him in the morning. he holds it up for the camera, proudly showing off the nice foil accents and the fold-out attachment. “my roommate, haru, got me this really pretty notebook. it’s supposed to work as a real midi keyboard.” jinwook’s runs his fingers over the cover. “he has good timing since i am almost out of pages in my old notebook... i’m excited to use it.”

💬  :  oppa’s hair is cool today!

“my hair, ah..” jinwook reaches absently to touch it, pleased. “it grew!” it’s worn longer than it was for pretty u era, freshly dyed and parted down the middle. he’s lucky he’s even allowed to have it showing for the live right now, since it’s a similar shade to his old cut. “i’m kind of happy, since it feels healthy recently...” he chuckles a little, the compliment leading him to another train of thought.

“speaking of cool, consta, did you guys see our call me baby special stage last week?” jinwook looks up to the camera and leans in, curious. “the concept was slightly darker for us, since unit black is so, you know... cool.” jinwook gestures vaguely but laughs at the understatement. it’s not a big enough word to describe some of the biggest superstars in the industry. “we have songs like rock but it’s different from convex‘s usual image, maybe,” he adds thoughtfully, knowing full well that their next comeback is inching in that direction. “do you think we suited it well?”

💬  :  convex is cool too!

jinwook nods, pleased by the positive responses in the chat. “so it was okay, then?” he laughs a little because of course, they’re all biased fans and he asked for it on his birthday, but it’s still reaffirming. “mmm, it still felt a bit refreshing and funky like convex, too. so i think there can be a middle ground,” he says, as if simply imagining how things could evolve in the future. “something smooth like that stage?”

something smooth. jinwook’s thinking of crazy in love, specifically, but the title song itself is an even bigger departure from their pretty u sound and aesthetic. “ah..” he shakes his head with a sheepish grin, “i think i’m rambling a lot.” jinwook takes a dramatic deep breath and collects his thoughts.

then he shifts away from the tablet to pull up the guitar in his lap. “i wanted to answer a lot of messages, but i actually prepared a song for you, too.” he strums a bright chord for emphasis. “it’s nothing fancy but i thought consta would maybe enjoy something like this. so i don’t have to sing happy birthday to myself, or anything,” he jokes.

🎵  :  heartz / minhee&luda — i’ll be there

“this is one of my favorite songs recently! i thought it would be nice for our fans, too.” it’d been an easy choice when jinwook was preparing for this stream. it’s a recent sphere release, plus he’s been listening to and singing the song since it came out, so he already knew most of the words. still, jinwook pulls up the lyrics on the tablet just in case. since he frames it as a fan song, there’s no need to change the gendered parts, although he doesn’t think he would have bothered, either way. 

jinwook only slows the tempo and lowers the key slightly to fit his guitar and his voice. the song has a different energy with an acoustic guitar instead of the bouncy synths, but it’s just as sweet and upbeat. he takes his time, singing all the way through both verses and two choruses. 

just before the bridge, jinwook trails off with a little smile. “ah, i just practiced up until here so far...” he keeps strumming idly as he leans over the tablet again. the comments flood with cheers that jinwook only can read some pieces of. it feels good, though, and jinwook feels confident about the vibe.

he watches several prying questions about heartz fly by in response, and carefully doesn’t acknowledge any of them. “of course i’ve been cheering for heartz,” is all he says. “i really liked around you and vivid also! and i’m excited for the next singles released this week, too.”

💬  :  please a convex song next!!

“oh,” he says, “a convex song?” jinwook takes a break, first, to roll out his wrists. then he hums in thought, searching for something he could play on the spot. “do you remember this one?”

🎵  :  convex — 20

he transitions into a familiar guitar intro. long-time fans might recognize it as the vocal unit song from convex’s debut album, but jinwook is pleased to introduce it to anyone else who’s unfamiliar. personally, he thinks it has held up pretty well over the past two years. “shh—” he mimics the sharp first line, then smiles as he continues strumming and begins to sing.

the song proves difficult to solo, and jinwook wishes he’d thought to prepare more material ahead of time. a medley could’ve been nice, but with all of the comeback preparations going on..... instead jinwook giggles as he trips over the lyrics, attempting the first verse’s backing and lead vocals both together. “hm..” he mumbles, glancing up at the camera. he casually redoes the section to make a decent recovery, and the chorus soars as intended. 

“ah...” says jinwook wistfully after he eases to a stop, “i’ll have to come back to that one someday. that one is nice to sing to consta, too. i always liked the lyrics a lot. you’re my twenties~”

he taps his fingers against the body of the guitar and is reminded of the special day. “but today my twenties are officially half-over, aren’t they? wah... scary....”

twenty-five. he stares blankly toward the tablet, thinking he should follow up: then i’ll just spend the second half of my twenties with consta!

these days, though, it feels like an unfair promise to make.

💬  :  like a gorilla like a gorilla!

his eye catches on one of the suggestions breezing down the chat window, and it interrupts his brooding with a burst of laughter. “gorilla? de:code’s gorilla?” he repeats. he tries a few chords but they’re not in the right key, and jinwook grins as he puts away his guitar on its stand. “i don’t know, that one would be an interesting acoustic cover.” he sings a little phrase of it anyway, a random adlib from the ending: “girl you make me feel~!”

“but!” he points a finger at the camera, not wanting his opinions to be twisted. “maybe one day i could cover their song beautiful, or i’m fine from predebut!”

💬  :  what are you listening to recently?

“hmm... what is new?” jinwook absently adjusts his elastic party hat elastic and pulls out his phone. “i like lee hi’s holo! per_se have a nice summer album.. with o sole mio, and of course...” jinwook hits a pretty falsetto as he opens the music app: “this is how i feel about you, twilight~”

“it’s like twilight, yeah~” he flicks through his playlist and wonders if he should just share screenshots of the whole thing on fancafe. “ah, and eclipse’s comeback!” he adds. “look, isn’t the album cover pretty?” his screen is probably illegible, when he holds it up close to show the camera, but at least his enthusiasm is clear. “i like their night side the best, with that unique rock sound...” jinwook pauses, and reconsiders. “actually, navillera was totally my style, too.” he shakes his head and grins. “eclipse is definitely cool no matter what.”

💬  :  it is already 4 in the morning here why 😭

english. jinwook has glazed over every message in foreign languages but he laughs at this one. he trips over a stilted reading of the comment, and quickly switches back to korean to answer. “i’m sorry ahh, next time i have to think of different timezones, right?” he tilts his head. “mm, it seems impossible to find a good time for everyone all around the world? but i’m happy you could visit with me for even a little bit. please make sure to rest well~” as an afterthought, he finishes in english: “and goodnight~”

💬  :  can you show a rap verse? 

“rapping?” jinwook’s eyes light up at the suggestion, and he laughs out loud. “can i tell a secret?” it’s not the right question to ask, judging by the staff’s reaction. but jinwook leans in sneakily, and continues despite their concerned looks. “we tried to switch parts for adore u once, so i learned seungcheol’s rap! that choi seungcheol,” he says with a grin, “has pretty good expressions on stage these days... his parts are fun! i like practicing his pretty u verse, too.”

he tells the story casually, although that part switch was not just boredom in the practice rooms, but an official planned anniversary release. that weekend in incheon is still a fond memory despite the disappointment of never getting to see the final edit.

he rolls his shoulders. “anyway, i don’t have the nice low voice for it, but there is a little melody to his parts a lot of the time...” jinwook postures up for full effect and puts on his best rapper expression. “how can you dazzle so much? you’re so pretty it’s—”

it’s probably for the best that he is interrupted by a loud knock and a rowdy chorus of happy birthday starting right outside the door.

➡️  :  continued in part two...

#& sns #&& vlive #rkvlive #& solo #&& 07.20 #wc / 2500

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

Truth or Dare? 1/3 probably

much of the details about him in this fic is from things b has said in interviews, on periscope, twitch, twitter... see if you can guess what is true vs details/things i made up. other things, like most of his friends being girls (at least as a kid and teen) i don't think he's ever stated outright but i consider so damn obvious as you learn about him eg the bullying, his best friend in 8th grade was a girl. hopefully, all the things i remember him saying he's actually said and i didn't dream it/imagine it haha. also i love this fic so fucking much if i may say so. one of my faves, to be a braggart. in this universe, he never got introduced to spence or ryan, hence no mentions of them or panic! and him going off to arizona for cosmetology

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You're watching Aladdin with Brendon, after Alice in Wonderland but before Bambi because you don't want to wind up crying yet. He's totally like Flower and Bambi. Loves flowers, flirty and doe-eyed, for starters. He's an Aladdin too, and is singing along with you as you're cuddled up on your bed with him, him absentmindedly playing with, brushing your hair. He stopped styling it a while ago, but you love having your hair played with, scalp massaged, neck too, as much as he does... Even that has arousal spreading, tickling over you.

You don't have class tomorrow, but he has a cosmetology one in the morning. He's still excited about not having someone telling him to get to bed though, and you're too relaxed, and uh... you like how you feel around him too much, how simple things, touches kind of turn you on, to suggest he get to sleep or leave your room. Besides, your roommate went home for the weekend. And these blankets and pajamas are comfy. You wind up getting into A Whole New World though: dramatic actions and singing, batting lashes at each other, giggling, pretending the bed is a magic carpet like the dorks you two are...

You offer your lap for his head to get pets in once the song ends... You love touching his hair. Watching his lashes, eyes, lips in the television light. Hearing his breathing deepening, his sighs, a couple mmms when you stroke the nape of his neck, tug his hair, scritch his scalp. You've only known him a couple months, but... whoo boy. Too bad he's gayer than the day is long. And kind of has a boyfriend from his program, George. Well, a friend with benefits.

“Truth or dare, B?” you ask when the movie ends, but neither of you move.

“'M sleepy from all those pets, y/n, so for once, I'm going with truth.”

“Were you like this as a kid? Was it musicals and wanting to do cosmetology and stuff back then too? Like not being... being... different. From how boys were supposed to be.”

He chuckles. “Pretty much. Did skateboarding for years, and some soccer, but that was pretty much the extent of the manly shit. Well, the heavy metal too. And lots of people did pot. But mostly the kind of things people thought boys shouldn't do. Most of my friends were girls. Still are. Liked making people laugh, entertaining them. Gymnastics, dance; just messing around not pro. Did sets for the drama kids in high school. I fit in with some guys, mostly chill stoner or art types, guys who weren't straight, but not many. Sometimes I had to fake it to get by with guys, if it even worked. But mostly stuff like the dress up box.”

“What'd you dress up as?”

“Different musical roles, like Maria and Cosette, Jean Valjean. I remember being about five and wrapping curtains around myself like a dress and singing Sound of Music. Cheerleader with the miniskirt and all from my older sister Kara. Uh... pirate, cowboy, or cowgirl. Elvis, Carly Simon, Gwen. Wanted to sound like her so bad. Beyonce. David Bowie in Labyrinth, without a proper wig though. And a few of the personas he had different eras too. Jareth was mixed up in a crush on him. Like I wasn't sure how much I wanted to play that role versus liked David... At twelve, with Jessica Alba, that was a lot clearer. Make up too, some wigs. Lots of my mom's clothes. I'm sure you can tell on that last one.” He still wears women's jeans now. And hoodies, shirts, a couple pairs of sneakers...

“Oh, a weird flower boy version of Rambo,” he laughs. “Like the headband, but my mom's blouse and jeans, a bouquet of flowers, heels, dad's sunglasses... Still have a picture of that one. And we have lots of home movies of stuff. Me being a lounge singer with a feather boa and gold dress... seducing my mom. Oh, shit, can't believe I just admitted that aloud. Anyway, there was firefighter, seamstress, servant, scuba diver, vet... Vampire, fairy, witch. Playing a mom or sister in plays, like sometimes one of my sisters would be the dad, I'd be the mom, or we'd be three sisters. Or they'd be the mom and dad and I'd be their baby. I remember one where I was pregnant—pillow and doll baby, haha—and Kyla was the pirate doctor helping me deliver on the ship. Or the damsel in distress being rescued by them. Or kidnapped by them. Or we had to save our mom, the queen, from a dragon or evil king.”

They were imaginative too! You're picturing them, little Brendon in these outfits, roles. So cute, and silly, and did you say cute? He must've been adorable, playful and an entertainer back then, too. He's done an open mic a few times and sings and plays at parties with friends. You've seen him do it last Saturday, nervous but eager to sing and play guitar, or keyboard. He said that music was his favourite hobby, that he loves doing it, especially for people, but you had no idea how deep it went.

“Me in my sister's gymnastic leotard, but over my shorts because she didn't want it so close to my crotch.”

The crotch part makes you think of it: if he wears... uh, panties too? The thought makes you flush and feel embarrassed. You haven't seen him in a dress or skirt either, but he used to wear those. You wonder if he still does and you just haven't seen it. You think they'd suit him for some reason. The lavender hoodie, the pink sneakers, plus a miniskirt? Denim, or black. God, you bet that he'd look even better, draw you to him more.

“Wish we had dress up stuff to play with here, B. Bet it was fun. And I bet you looked so cute.”

He gets up, but it's to turn on the lamp; the tv had gone dark. He bats his lashes. “Oh, I did.”

You both laugh as you throw a pillow at him. “Goofball. Don't ever let me tell you you still look cute, then. And that I actually would want to see you with a dress up box.”

“Truth or dare?” he asks. You'd forgotten how this started.

“Truth?” Neither is a safe bet, so you just go with what he went with to even it out.

“Would you want to see me dressed up? Like... in things here... of yours?”

Your breath catches. Are you that obvious? You nod, asking “Truth or dare?”

He grins. “Whattaya think, y/n? Dare.”

“M-maybe... uh... a skirt? On you, I mean?”

“That can be arranged.” He practically bounces over to your closet, sorts through, deciding on a long soft blue and lilac hippieish flowery one that goes to your ankles, a purple plaid one that comes to your knees but would be two to three inches shorter on him, and your denim one that's so short it would be a mini on him. You wear it with black tights or other pants it's so short. Really, he picked most of them; you only have two others. He holds them out one by one, then places them over his hips: “Which one would fit me best?”

You get flustered, because you want to see the denim one most, but worry it would be too short for him. The plaid one? It gives “naughty schoolgirl” vibes to boys and men, older pervs included, so you don't wear it much, even though it reminds you of a newly formed coven of witches stuck at a Catholic school for some reason (you blame The Craft). You wonder what'd look like on him. You bet he's worn skirt school uniforms before, and that he'd get cheesy with it, calling you Miss and asking hammily but flirtatiously about extra credit, asking you to teach him, maybe bending over... which not going to lie, you do want if it got sexily funny, but you know it couldn't mean anything.

He grins. "Warning ya, my legs are really hairy, so you might wanna go with the longest one. What can I say, I've got Jewish legs."

You snort. "Guess I've got Jewish legs too: my hair is a light brown, but there's lots of it below my knees. I stopped shaving now that it's November." You can't help wondering if he's dressed up for Hallowe'en in a girl's costume, or in drag, and what he'd look like; even some guys who are kind of sexist and homophobic do that for Hallowe'en, so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary even outside of the gay bar you and he were let into a few times, because George knew the bouncer. Both of your first one, bar or gay bar.

"Oh, I bet I've got more than you," he jokes, and slides his pant leg up a bit, doing a "banananana" strip tease music thing, shaking his leg, making you both giggle.

"Go with the shortest one, B. Bet you'd look super sexy," you reply, hammily winking.

"No peeking!" he admonishes teasingly, hiding behind your closet door, but he pops his booty out and sways it before hiding again. His jeans quickly get flung towards you to him laughing, "Hey, you ever see that British film The Full Monty?"

"It's kinda tight on my ass, but loose on my hips. What can I say? I bring the booty. But your hips are more womanly than mine, alas," he sighs dramatically. “And your thighs are damn. Um. At least it covers my underwear. Pretty much.” He peeks out, excited. "Ready? I just wanna make sure you're prepared for my hairy ass legs, oh and my stunningly gorgeous ass."

"Pshaw, I know that that booty brings all the boys to your yard, you tramp." He's really a tease at that bar. Both guys his age and kind of older, but only one creep. He always drinks for free, gets you drinks too, and you alternately keep close and watch from afar and let him do his thing with said boys. He only talks with most, often dances, but if he likes the guy, the dancing goes beyond pg territory, kissing too, and he even went home with one of them.

#brendon urie fanfic #brendon urie fanfiction #brendon urie imagine #childhood #college #truth or dare #truth or dare fic #slow burn by my standards anyway #brendon urie smut #teasing #college!b #college!au #brendon loves having his hair played with #let boys wear dresses #crossdressing #feminine boy #bisexual brendon #another fic where the reader thinks b is gay as fuck #he gets that a lot #but crushes on him anyway #i feel ya girl i feel ya #i've been there. a lot #and i honestly think this is how girls and women generally saw b throughout his life with many realizing he was bi not gay #i love this fic if i may brag

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Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 2577

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

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AN: Don’t want this to get confusing, but the podcast is in italics and the flashback is indented and in italics. I am hoping the indention works on all platforms. Fingers crossed!

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Today was the day Peter was dreading; it was the first day he wasn’t going to see Meredith since he found out. Gamora had the day off and admitted she missed hanging out with the little girl. Peter agreed, realizing this would be the only way he would get work done. 

Between switching tasks, Peter decided to take a short break and listen to another episode of Everyday's a Monday. He laid on the couch in his and Bucky’s office slipping on his headphones and clicked on episode #12 of 129. He has been trying to listen to them when he had time, but he wanted to hang with Meredith as much as he could. He hasn’t heard anything about himself yet like Meredith mentioned, and he still couldn’t remember the nickname you gave him. You haven’t even talked yet, but Wanda has talked an awful lot about you. He closed his eyes as Wanda began the introductions.

"Hey, beautiful people, today's guest on the show is Dr. Helen Cho, our favorite OBGYN. And you won’t believe it, but YN agreed to join us at the end and tell us a bit about her adorable baby girl, Meredith. Que the intro.”

Dr. Cho spoke about the baby forming, c-sections, and menstrual cycles. Like how the sex of a baby can be better determined at twelve weeks after conception. During c-sections, mothers are awake. Menstrual cycles take a while to come back especially if the mother is breastfeeding. It was a lot of information about women’s bodies Peter never thought about. 

“I want to thank Dr. Helen Cho for coming in and speaking with us.  I hope our listeners enjoyed the conversation and learned a thing or two. Unfortunately, she had to rush off to deliver more beautiful babies into the world, and I hope she will stop by again. Anywho, it’s time for our next part of the podcast talking with my good friend and producer of this show, YN.”

“Thanks for blackmailing me to come on my own show.”

“Ignore her. I would never do such a thing,” Wanda tittered. “With us talking about pregnancy and birthing today, YN does have an interesting story of how she came into the world. Would you mind sharing?”

“Of course not, I mean it fits the topic of the week. My mom suffered from ovarian cysts, and most of the time they got so bad she needed surgery to remove them. My parents started debating if it was even worth to keep trying to get pregnant if my mother continued to suffer from this. Then a few days before surgery to remove them, the doctors were performing an ultrasound, and ‘tada’ found me. They delayed the surgery until after I was born. Then a year or two later, my family decided to adopt, and that’s when Gamora and Nebula came into my life. We might not be sisters by blood, but we did become a family.”

“You’re sisters are the best. Her sister, Nebula, travels the world as a photographer and always brings back the best gifts. Gamora is a badass lawyer who works at Coulson & Associates.  Then you’re the hotshot producer, and you’re doing it all while raising your 5-year-old daughter, Meredith. How do you handle being a single mother?”

“It can be hard, but I’m fortunate to have my parents and sisters willing to help me if I need it. I remember the first year being the hardest, especially the nights I was alone, but somehow I managed to pull through. At the time, I was living with my sisters because all the money I made went to paying for daycare. Most weekends my sisters helped, and forced me to get out, but I would only be gone for a few hours before I had to connect myself to the milk machine, again,” you chuckled. “I don't miss that at all. Around six months, things got easier because she got on a schedule.”

“Schedules are nice. I know with my twins, Me and Vis struggled, and to this day we still don’t know how we did it.”  

“Oh yes, I bet it was like a daze for the first few months.”

“You have no idea. Does the dad know about Meredith?”

“No,” you sighed. “I know it's wrong, but when I tried to tell him I was pregnant it never felt like a good time? The one time it felt right something came up, and I waited which lead to more waiting and more waiting until I never got the chance to tell him.”

“Does she know about her dad? Or ask about him?”

“Yes, I tell her everything she wants to know. I promised I wouldn't keep anything about her dad from her. She deserves to know him, and when I find the courage, I will tell him.”

“At least you’re not keeping her in the dark about him.  Some mothers don’t even share the details with their children because it’s too painful to talk about.” 

“It’s hard, but I’m not going to keep the side of her, that is her father, from her. If that makes sense? Anyways, I make sure to tell her the good stuff about him and keep it simple. Like when I first met him or our first date,” you chuckled. “At least I didn’t think it was a date to start with at least.”  

“Oh, I hear a story coming. Story…story…story,” Wanda chanted.

“Okay, I will share my first not a date date with…him......

There was a knock at your door, pulling you out of your dream. You leaned up, stretching your neck out, and realized you had fallen asleep on your computer. You rubbed your eyes as they adjusted to the soft glow coming from the desk lamp in your dark dorm room. Someone knocked on the door again as you stood up to answer it. When you pulled open the door, you squinted your eyes to try and shield them from the harsh hallway lights.  

“Wow! You look like you’ve seen better days,” he chuckled.

“Thanks, man,” you sighed, leaving the door open for him to enter.

“Oh my god, did a twister come through here? Why are their papers everywhere?” 

“I’m writing a paper, and it’s due in like 25 hours, and I haven't even started.”

He stared at your computer screen. “According to this, you have 537 pages. Is this for a music class?”

“What? Why would you ask that?” You shoved past him to see the screen.

“Because it says aaaaaaaaaaaallllllllll909. It's like you’re testing your vocal cords, but what's with the numbers?”

“Shut up---” you pushed on his chest “-- so I fell asleep.”

“Explains the keyboard marks on your face,” he snorted, making you roll your eyes. He scrolled up to the first page to see the title. “Insert fucking title. Wow, great title for your essay.”

“Shut up. I can't think of what to write about,” you confessed, running your hands down your face.

“I think you need a new perspective,” he said as you shot him an annoyed look. “Maria told me you've been locked in here since Friday. It’s not healthy, YN. She also told me she would like her bed back.”

“What are you---oh my god, I’m a terrible roommate! No wonder why she left last night and didn't stay. I can’t even see her bed.” You stared wide-eyed at Maria’s bed, running your hands through your hair.

“Hey, how about we clean this mess up, and I’ll get you out of here for a few hours.”

“But it's 11 pm.”

“On a Sunday! Come with me, I got a plan.”

He convinced you to leave your paper behind and drove you out of the city. You watched out the window as the city disappeared behind you. “Where are we going?” 

“We’ll be there in about ten minutes or so?”

You sat in silence, staring out into the darkness. He always came up with the best plans, so what could he have planned on such short notice? You knew he wasn’t going to give you any details, so you turned the radio to your favorite station to fill the silence. All of a sudden one of your favorite songs started playing, and you belted out the lyrics. He laughed at you before he started singing along, too. He turned onto a gravel road and into what looked like a parking lot. He turned off the car and told you to follow him. Turning on his flashlight, he led the way. 

“Dude, wait up, I can’t see shit without a flashlight.”

“Shit, sorry.” He grabbed your hand, and you felt a sensation you couldn’t explain. 

He led you up to a small hill to clearing right over a cliff. The sight before you took your breath away. You could see all the stars in the sky and hear the crickets chirping nearby. The moon reflected off the flowing river in the distance as the city lights were shining on the horizon. The slight breeze sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to your skin.

“It’s beautiful.”

“This place has always helped me clear my head. I don’t know if it’s the stars in the sky or the fresh air, but I thought it would help you, too.” He squeezed your hand. “And you can blow off steam here, too.”

“Care to demonstrate, Star-Lord.”

“Haha, you’re hilarious. Listen to this--” he let go of your hand and put them around his mouth and shouted “--PROFESSOR FURY OR FURRY, HOWEVER, YOU SAY IT, YOU’RE A REAL A-HOLE.” He smiled, turning back to you. “See now I feel better.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes. Give it a shot.”

You repeated his position and shouted. "WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE ABOUT FOR THIS FUCKING PAPER? THIS CLASS IS A FUCKING JOKE?” You put your hands back at your sides and chuckled. “I do feel better for some strange reason. Thanks, I needed this.”

“I know,” he winked, making you scoff. He reached for your hand as you continued to stare out at the view. His fingers intertwined with yours, sending a warm and tingling feeling coursing through your body. 

You glanced over at him, catching him staring at you. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Care to dance?”

“There’s no music,” you commented as he hit play on his Walkman around his waist; you never understood why he always carried it around with him wherever he went. Music started to play over his headphones. “Smart ass!”

He takes his free hand and places it on your waist, sending a spark shooting up your back. He pulls you closer to him as your breath quickens. He raises your conjoined hands in the air, forcing you to roll your eyes. He tilted his head at your arm dangling beside you before tilting it to his shoulder. You obliged and placed your hand on his shoulder. You shake your head at him, trying to hide the smile from appearing on your face. Both of you started to move to the slow quiet music playing through his headphones. When you glanced back up at him, he was gazing at you with this boyish smirk on his face. 

“Is this the trick you pull to get all the girls?” You asked with a shy smile on your face. 

“No, I don't usually need tricks. Most of the time, all I have to do is smile, and girls fall at my feet.”

You scoffed, slapping him on his chest. “They do not.”

“No, they don't,” He confirmed with a quick snicker. “You’re the first and only girl I brought to this place. I knew you were the only one who would appreciate it and see the beauty in it.”

“I do,” you grinned, staring at his chest, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. 

“If you had the chance to do something you always wanted to do, but you would be risking everything. Would you take the chance, or would you not and regret for the rest of your life?”

Your head snapped up to him, and you could see something in his eyes you have never seen before. He stared at your lips as his eyes drifted back up to yours. He started to lean in but stopped short right before his lips could touch yours. 

“That's a risk I am willing to take,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him. 

“Wow! Is it hot in here or is it just me? Woo! Damn, Star-lord sure knows how to plan a great date, or in this case, not a date date. How did you two meet?”

“Second semester of my sophomore year of college. I was sitting in class half paying attention and half not. I had one earbud in and was doodling all over my notes. I think it was an economics class with one of those monotone professors. You know the type, where you stare at the clock and wish time went by faster.”

“I hated those professors!”

“Anyways, I was listening to my music and doodling when someone nudged the back of my chair. I ignored it, and then all the sudden I felt a piece of paper slide down my shoulder. I opened it up and it said something like, ‘Enjoying the tunes. Why am I not listening to music instead of this boring professor?' I peeked over my shoulder, and I'm sure I had the look like ‘what the fuck’ on my face. Oh crap, I’ll have to bleep that out later,” you chuckled. “As I said, I turned around, and he smiled and nodded at me. I acknowledged him and went back to doing what I was doing. When class ended, I was walking, and he came up next to me and introduced himself.  He had this boyish smile that drew me in and made him look so carefree. It wasn’t even a full on grin, but it was a little sexy smirk thing he did that drove me crazy. Anyways, we ended up forming this great friendship, which morphed into something more."

“Awwww cute. How long did you two date?”

“A little over two years.”

“Star-Lord seems like the guy who knew how to romance a lady”

“Sometimes,” you breathed a chuckled. “Other times he failed miserably, but he’s a great guy.” 

“When was the last time you spoke to him, if I may ask?” Wanda questioned with curiosity in her voice.

“About 5 years ago,” you stated without hesitation.

“Wow, a dramatic yet romantic way to end this week’s episode. If you like this podcast, please rate, comment, and subscribe to us wherever you get your podcasts. Until next time, from all of us here at Everyday’s a Monday, have a great rest of your week.”

Peter zoned out as the episode ended and stared up at the ceiling. Star-Lord. Star-Lord, how did he forgot the nickname you gave him? That night was one of his favorite moments with you, and he even documented it was an out of focus photo taken on his flip phone. It was the same photo Meredith found in the shoebox under your bed; the one with you smiling and laughing at the camera as he gazed at you. It was one of his favorite not a date dates, and he hated to admit it, but that night he knew you were the girl he wanted to marry.

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AN: How about that? What did you think about Wanda being the host for Everyday’s a Monday? I think she's got potential, I mean it is only episode #12. You learned a few tidbits about the readers past, but there is still a lot left to uncover. What did you think about their first not a date date or about how they met?  Comments always encourage and as always thanks for reading!

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All Yours | Four

“The blush you attempted to fight away intensified at the touch of his fingers. Your eyes lingered from his own down to the area that had been driving you crazy.

His lips.”

↠angst man here we go ish, universityAU↞

word count: 6k LAWDY

↠series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | ↞

a/n: holy crap all yours four is finally here yall. i hope you guise enjoy this chapter ^-^

“No, I’m at the coffee shop because Jin, Jungkook, and I are studying together—hello? Dammit.” Yoongi dropped his phone onto the table and his forehead followed in suit. His friends sat still in the awkward silence in between them, not knowing what to say.

It was true. Jin had promised to tutor both Yoongi and Jungkook on history after his shift at the coffee shop. There was no doubt Seolhyun was going to automatically assume that Yoongi was going to see you instead.

He turned his head against the table and sighed. For the past week, Yoongi had been feeling weird and it was taking a toll on his productivity. Instead of mixing his music, all he wanted to do was sleep with his head in your lap and have your fingers gently lace into his hair. He hated himself for feeling this way because even if his relationship wasn’t stable at the moment, he was still in a relationship.

Slowly, Yoongi lifted his head and rested his chin in the curve of his palm. There was no way he could get any work done with those thoughts swarming inside of his head.

“Yoongi?” Jungkook spoke softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hesitated at first, but he needed to voice out whatever he was feeling or else it was going to eat him alive. “Seolhyun uh… Seolhyun doesn’t believe I’m out studying with you guys.”

“Hm, let me guess, she still thinks you’re at y/n’s dorm fucking or something?” Jungkook added.

Jin choked on his drink, baffled at the information that left Jungkook’s mouth. “Wha- Am I missing something here?”

“Well you see,” Yoongi began to fill Jin in with whatever happened over the past week in a half: magically reaching good terms with Seolhyun for a while, fighting over something that involved you, and drinking away his frustration then sleeping over at your dorm. Yoongi smothered his face into his hands and let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You’re not doing shit dude. She’s the one who’s worked up over your friendship with y/n.” Jungkook sighed. “Have you thought about not talking to her for a while? I’m pretty sure y/n would understand.”

Yoongi hesitated to answer because just as he remembered everything in bits in pieces the first time, he recalled you distancing yourself away from him. He remembered the loneliness and how he questioned himself what did he do to make you stop talking to him. There was no way he could go through not talking to you a second time. He wasn’t going to allow it.

“I’ll take your silence as there’s-no-way-I’ll-stop-talking-to-y/n.” Jin blurted out.

Yoongi sunk down in his seat and stared up at the off white ceiling. He had to say something because if he continued to keep his feelings inside of him who knows what he’ll do.

“Lately…” he began slowly. “Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m suffocating.”

“Because of Seolhyun?”

“N-No.. because of..” Yoongi didn’t want to complete his sentence because he knew once he spoke it out into the atmosphere, everything inside of him would unravel and become real.

“Y/n.” Jin shamelessly finished for him.

“Whoa dude…” Jungkook’s eyes widened. He eyed Yoongi who was still refusing to look at the both of them. “Can’t blame you though. Y/n is a great girl. Sometimes I question why I didn’t fall for her too.”

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi sat up to glare at his roommate. Fall for you? He would have never allowed it to happen.

“I disapprove—hold on, Kook. Let me explain!” Jin shushed Jungkook who looked like he was ready to retaliate at his sudden answer. “You’re in a relationship, dude. I know things have been shitty lately, but even having the slightest feelings for anyone else isn’t right.”

Yoongi averted his eyes away from Jin because fuck he was right. It wasn’t fair for Seolhyun no matter how bad things were going. Also, he knew that you had morals. If you were to find out about any of this, you were probably never going to speak to him for the sake of his relationship. Seolhyun was his girlfriend and you were one his most cherished friends, he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize both relationships.

“I’m not saying I disapprove of you and y/n because honestly, you two are very compatible.” Jin added. “I just think you and Seolhyun need a nice, long, calm talk. You two really need to sort some stuff out.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi breathed out. “I should talk to her.” He gripped his phone in his hand. Maybe settling things with Seolhyun would help him come to his own senses. Maybe what he was feeling for you was only temporary because he was lonely.

“What about me, Jin? Would you approve of me and y/n?” Jungkook asked out of nothing but pure curiosity.

Before Jin could even give him a playful answer, Yoongi interjected with a slight sense of seriousness dripping from his lips. “Don’t even think about it, Jungkook.”

The latter awkwardly laughed it off, avoiding eye contact. He quickly turned to Jin who seemed to be enjoying the situation a little too much. “S-So Jin, in 1902—“

Yoongi raked a hand through his blond locks and sent a quick text to Seolhyun. He was tired of arguing with her, but wanted to try to work things out because the idea of breaking up pained him. He subconsciously opened up the conversation he previously had with you. The last text messages that were shared were talking about studying for midterms and how you wanted to jab your pen through your brain. He tapped on the keyboard and grinned at how quickly the word delivered changed to Read 6:41 pm.

Or maybe it wasn’t because of loneliness.

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[6:41] Yoongz: Study hard. You got this.

You smiled at the trail of smiling emojis that were attached to Yoongi’s text message. After studying for hours, something as small as a text from him was enough to bring your mood up even just a bit.

[6:42] You: you too! tell jungkook i said hello!

A pained sigh tumbled past your lips as you spun around in your desk chair. You peeked over at Hani who looked like she had given up on studying half an hour ago. The feeling was mutual; a break was very much needed.

“I’m going to sit on your back.” You walked over to your bed expecting Hani to protest and move away, but she patted her lower back for you to sit on.

“Be my guest. My back has been killing me these days.” She grunted at the sudden pressure when you sat comfortably on top of her. “Hunching over lab tables to look through microscopes almost every day is torture.” Being the kind friend that you were, you offered to massage her shoulders to relieve all sorts of tensions in her muscles.

“Is this why Yoongi likes having your hands in his hair, y/n? Because your hands are something else.” Thank goodness Hani wasn’t looking at you because you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at the mention of Yoongi’s name. “Speaking of Yoongz, have you seen him lately? Cause pre-midterms has been a huge cockblocker for Jin and I.”

You chuckled at the tone of Hani’s voice because you practically see her pouting about not being able to spend time with her man. “I haven’t seen him in a while either. I think the last time I saw him was…” Of course it was the morning after Yoongi drank his night away and slept over at your dorm. You wanted to forget everything that happened because 1) Yoongi and Seolhyun had another argument that revolved around you 2) he wished that Seolhyun was more like you and 3) if your self control was completely tossed out of a window, you would’ve kissed him. Another blush bloomed across your face and you instinctively cupped your cheeks with your hands.

“I’m going to assume it was when he was drunk?” Hani twisted her body causing you to topple over onto the empty space next to her. “Honestly, I applaud you for not losing your shit and kissing him.” She pulled your hands away from your beet red cheeks.

“I’m shocked myself.” You sat up beside her and tangled your fingers in your hair. “Hani, I like Yoongi so much it’s seriously become unbearable.”

All Hani could do was sadly smile at you and stroke your hair. She constantly reminded you to not insert yourself into their relationship and of course you listened. No matter how much you liked Yoongi and how much it killed you to see him hurt because of Seolhyun, you would never forgive yourself if you caused them to split. But you weren’t sure how much more you could take standing on the sideline.

“Hey.” She flicked your forehead. “Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, okay?”

You were more than grateful for Hani. She had been there for you since the very beginning and you didn’t have her by your side, you weren’t sure what you would do.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ditch you because Jin is done studying and I haven’t seen his fine self in a long time.” You didn’t hesitate to let her go, plus you felt like you were going to die if you studied any longer.

Hani cleaned up her belongings in the speed of light, obviously thrilled to finally see Jin. You walked her over to your door and she engulfed you in a tight embrace.

“Goodbye, my troubled friend. Don’t die from studying okay? You promised to be my maid of honor someday.” Hani chuckled and detached herself from you.

“I’ll probably stop studying tonight to prolong my life span.” You both shared a fit of laughter. You pulled your door open and you were both suddenly greeted by tired looking boy with tousled blond hair.

“Uh, hi?” Yoongi flashed a crooked smile and held up a small paper bag and a cup of iced coffee.

“Hi Yoongi—bye, Yoongi! Sorry, Jin is waiting.” Hani quickly patted Yoongi’s shoulder and slipped past him.

“Be careful! It started to drizzle on my way here.” He was able to call out before Hani disappeared around a corner. “Anyway—hi. These are for you.”

You stepped out of the way and welcomed Yoongi back into your dorm. After not seeing him since that one morning, it felt a bit weird but you felt relieved seeing him stand before you.

Your eyes followed him as he settled himself on your couch, stripping himself of his slightly damp jacket. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and ripped black jeans; you had to admit, Yoongi looked really good in a simple outfit like that.

“Are you going to say hi or are you just going to keep staring at me?” Yoongi’s voice snapped you out of your trance. He was smiling at you and you desperately wanted to gauge your eyes out. How long were you staring at him before he decided to say something?

“What brings you here?” You toddled over to the opposite end of your couch.

“I texted you.” He said plainly.

You reached into the pocket of your sweats to find two texts from Yoongi.

[6:45] Yoongz: Would you be mad if I didn’t tell him?

[7:02] Yoongz: We’re done studying. I’m going to come over.

“Ohh.” You breathed. “Well, no I wouldn’t be mad and okay, just let me know when you’re here and I’ll open the door for you.”

Yoongi laughed at your witty reply and gestured you to sit closer to him. Your body automatically reacted and you sat yourself with a few inches of space in between the two of you. He handed you the paper bag and the smell of the coffee shop’s chocolate chip brownies was practically embedded into your dna.

It was only a small snack and a cup of coffee, but you hated how you were a sucker for small things like those. Things like these only made you fall for him even more.

“How was your studying?” You asked to break the silence.

“It was okay. Tired though.” At the end of his sentence, Yoongi readjusted himself and leaned back to have the back of his head make contact with your thighs. Having his head in your lap should be second nature for you and yet, you still nervous every time it happened.

You settled the brownie beside you to run your fingers through his hair. You almost missed it, but you noticed the corners of his lip twitch upward. It was moments like these that made your heart yearn for him even more. You had already set boundaries for yourself and Hani also reminded you what lines to not cross. Despite those barriers, you couldn’t help but fall deeper for him and it was scary because you weren’t sure how much more self control you had left inside of you.

“Seolhyun assumed that ‘studying’ was a ruse just to see you.” Yoongi suddenly blurted out and your movements were put to a halt.

“O-Oh, really? What did you tell her?”

Yoongi let out an irritated sigh and sat up from your lap. “I continuously explained to her where I was and who I was with, but I don’t think she was even listening.”

“I-I see.” You looked down at your hands and felt this enormous sense of guilt weighing on your shoulders. They were constantly fighting because of your relationship with you. Sometimes you wondered what it would have been like if you continued to avoid and distance yourself away from Yoongi. It would be lonely and heart breaking, but if Yoongi was going to be happy with the girl he loves then you would’ve let it happen.

“Stop that.” You felt his two slender fingers curl beneath your chin and gently turned your head to make eye contact with him. “Don’t blame yourself. Nothing is your fault in this situation, y/n.”

The blush you attempted to fight away intensified at the touch of his fingers. Your eyes lingered from his own down to the area that had been driving you crazy.

His lips.

You noticed that there were less evidence of chapping since you pushed the idea of using a thick layer of lip balm before bed. The distance between your face and his was about a foot apart, but it seemed like if you were to lean in, your lips would touch. Your own thoughts were killing you, raising your temperature and you were so sure Yoongi noticed.

“Y/n.” The sound of your name rolling off of Yoongi’s tongue was like velvet. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You breathed. “I’m okay.”

He sweetly smiled at you before returning to his original position. After closing his eyes, you smiled back at his sleeping face, wishing it could be like this all the time.

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Time had passed and Yoongi showed no signs on waking up anytime soon. You were planted in the same position for almost an hour causing your thighs to go numb. But thank goodness the television remote was within reach.

You kept one hand in his hair just in case he woke up at the feeling of your hand reeling back. You slid your fingers gently down his profile and cupped his cheeks to feel his temperature. He’s freezing. After cupping his cheeks, you nervously reached over to check if his arms were as cold as his face; they were. The jacket he tossed aside had dried up, so you stealthily reached for it to cover his body but as soon as you made a move, he sat up abruptly hitting your chin with his head.

“Shit! Y/n, I’m so sorry!” Yoongi’s body instantly reacted by sliding off the couch and onto his knees to level with you.

You were crouched over, shielding your face because fuck you were hit pretty good. The pulsing feeling on your chin wasn’t dying down anytime soon and the last thing you wanted to do was cry from the pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Yoongi pulled your hands away and held your face in his own. He noticed a glazed look in your eyes and immediately felt guilty. “I don’t know why I reacted like that—I—I just panicked.”

“No, Yoongi it’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll just put some ice on it.” It seemed like he was going to fetch the ice for you, but you easily cut him off.

Returning from the kitchen with a small plastic bag of ice, you spotted Yoongi still sitting on the floor with his knees huddled to his chest and his face buried in his forearms.

“Yoongi.” You called out, but no response. “Hey.” You sat down on the floor next to him and waiting for some sort of reaction, but you got nothing. “I’m okay you know.”

At those words, Yoongi slowly lifted his head to take a look at you. You were smiling at him in an attempt to show him that you really were fine.

“You looked like you were about to cry.” He mumbled.

Honestly, you tried hard to stifle the chuckle that slipped passed your lips. It was only a bump to the chin and he was completely worked over that.

“I have an extremely low pain tolerance. You know that.”

He laughed at your comment and it was obvious that he was aware of that aspect about you. You were slightly offended because you thought he was going to make you feel better by saying something comforting, but he was smiling again and that’s all that mattered.

The both of you remained on the floor watching a random television show and letting the ice melt in the plastic bag. You were completely immersed in the show until you noticed Yoongi fumbling with his phone in the corner of your eye. It was hard to not be nosy, especially since it was clear that he was staring at Seolhyun’s contact name. You didn’t want to hear anything that had to deal with her, but being who you were, you couldn’t not ask Yoongi about it.

“Everything okay?” You nudged his leg with your knee.

“Mm, it’s all the same.” Yoongi had a gloomy facial expression. “I asked to meet with her because she and I have a lot to talk about.”

You would be lying if you you weren’t hoping they’d be breaking up, but thinking that way was extremely selfish and it made you feel uneasy. Just like you’ve thought multiple times, Seolhyun’s attitude hasn’t been on par, but Yoongi loved her and you knew how badly he wanted to work things out with her.

Yoongi had a troubled look on his face, so you rested your hand in his blond hair and gently massaged his scalp. He turned his head to take a quick glance at you and you sucked in a breath. How much more were you willing to take to not grab his face and kiss him because hell, if you could, you would do it.

“She hasn’t replied yet and if I’m correct,” he checked for the time. “Seolhyun is probably eating dinner at her dorm.”

“You didn’t want to go to her instead? Since you have her dorm key and all.” You crossed your legs and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Even if you didn’t want to, you had to support him somehow.

“Are you trying to get rid of me already?” He laughed dryly.

“Not at all.” You smiled at him and stretched your arms upward, releasing any tension in your shoulders.

“Is that my shirt?” Yoongi pointed at your body and you looked down. You were wearing a faded maroon and black striped t-shirt. It had a couple of holes around the neckline and you roughly cropped the shirt for it stop right at your waist. You were shocked at how Yoongi was able to recognize it considering the damage it went through.

“Yeah, sorry. You left it here for like four months and I thought you didn’t want it anymore.” You touched the uneven cuts on hem of the shirt. “Do you want it back? It might be kind of short on you though.”

Yoongi laughed again and it created butterflies in your stomach. “Uhh, you can keep it. It looks better on your anyway.” He reached over to tug the neckline closer to the base of your neck. You almost pulled away at first, even the simplest touches from him were like fireworks.

For the next hour, you sat comfortably next to him on the floor watching a show on the cooking channel. Once in a while, you two would exchange glances and words talking about how the easy it looked to cook the different dishes, but it was definitely easier said than done. At some point, Yoongi placed his arm on the couch cushions just around your shoulders. It almost seemed like that scene in the movies where the boy would yawn or stretch to put his arm around the girl’s shoulders whilst watching a movie. It was too good to be true and you tried to not be obvious how much enjoyed it.

Why couldn’t it be like this all the time? You loved the solitude when you spent time with Yoongi. There were days where you sat closer with him, but nonetheless, sitting with him now was still perfect. It really was all good to be true.

A deep sigh escaped Yoongi’s mouth and he retracted his arm back into his lap. He unlocked his phone to find no new messages or any phone calls and the next sigh he drew out sounded more depressing.

“I think–I think I should go and see her.” Yoongi rubbed his eyes and brought one of his knees closer to his chest. “If I just keep waiting for a reply, nothing is going to change.”

“Yeah…you’re right.” You didn’t want Yoongi to leave–it was a stupid thought because you were the one who suggested he should visit her. You wanted to sit with him even just for a little while longer.

“You know, y/n, I don’t think I give you enough credit for dealing with me.” Yoongi propped his chin on his knee. “You’re the first person I go to when stuff like this happens, it’s like second nature to me. I’m probably annoying you and disappointing you for staying with someone like Seolhyun.”

You stared at him with sadness weighing in your eyes. It was understandable as to why Yoongi stayed with her because you knew how he felt due to your past experience with ex-boyfriends.

“You’re always hoping, Yoongi and it’s not necessarily a bad thing. You hope to fix things and you want things back to the way they used to be. It’s tiresome, but you love her.” The last words came out slowly. You had to be there for him even if it hurt knowing how much he loved Seolhyun.

“Yeah,” he spat. “I love her.” Yoongi shut his eyes and you watched him ball his hands in tight fists.

“D-Did I say something wrong?” You asked, worried that you angered him.

“No, you didn’t.” Yoongi remained still for short moment. “Actually—“ he lifted his head to lock eyes with you.

It was frustrating how Yoongi held the universe in his eyes and whenever you looked into them, you saw the way the stars sparkled and the way the sun shined. Looking at him in the eyes was something you were never completely used to. He had the power to reduce you to a puddle and it wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t you have the same effect on him? Stupid. You were his friend, how could you have that kind of effect.

But in that moment, the look in Yoongi’s eyes was different. It was a foreign gaze that was new to you and it made your heart beat increase. There were no words to describe what feeling you got making eye contact with him. Your eyes left his because of the uneasiness you felt, but your attention lowered to his lips once again. He parted them slightly like he was going to say something and you quietly sucked in a breath, but he pursed his lips back together in a straight line.

“I—It’s-It’s nothing.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

What was that? Even after breaking the eye contact, his body language was completely off. It seemed as if he closed his body off from you, like he was hiding something. You wanted to ignore it, you really did, but your body reacted on its own and you leaned forward to get a good look of his face.

Yoongi’s eyes glistened and his eyebrows were slightly knitted together. There was a noticeable shade of red that covered his cheeks and you thought, god, he’s so cute. He caught your stare and his blush deepened. A soft stutter was released and he turned away from you.

The sound of your heart beat was so thunderous that you could physically hear it in your ears. You had never seen such a shy side of Yoongi before and it struck something inside of you. He never behaved that way around you, let alone blush that intensely before.

You felt weak. You wanted to hug him and ask him to talk to you because you wanted to know why was he acting weird. He never really expressed himself very well and you took it into account to understand his body language so you atleast have a feel as to what emotions he was feeling.

Today was different. You wanted to ignore it. You tried to suppress it, but maybe…just maybe.

“Y/n. I should go.” Yoongi spoke slowly and it almost broke your heart, but as he stood up to leave, you silently trailed behind him.

Just before he reached your door, he stopped walking and you almost bumped into him. He spun around and hesitantly squeezed your shoulder. There was comfort in the physical contact and you wanted to hold onto his hand and ask him to stay longer. You tried to smile at him, but there was a voice screaming inside of you that you couldn’t shut out.

“I’ll call you later.” He whispered.

Yoongi spun on his heel and you clutched tightly onto the back of his t-shirt. His body jumped and angled his body to look at you.

“Y/n?” He sputtered your name and you let out an incoherent squeak of his name.

It was almost painful the way your heart thumped in your chest. You could feel the urge running through your veins and before you knew it, your trembling hands crept up to hold his face. The inside of your head was swarming with blaring thoughts, badgering you to come to your senses, but your body wasn’t letting you.

You gently tugged at Yoongi’s face to bring him close enough to where your noses grazed against each other. The warmth of his breath fanned over your lips and you darted the tip of your tongue out to coat yours. What surprised you was that Yoongi didn’t move. He was giving you his undivided attention and even with him staring at you so intensely, you couldn’t stop.

It felt like the world slowed down as your eyes fluttered closed and inched forward close the remaining space. With ease, you pressed your lips against his. You didn’t dare to move to deepen the kiss, just gently kissing him was enough.

Yoongi’s lips were cold, but soft. Your entire body went numb and you knew you had to stop, but before you could, there was added pressure onto your lips. Your mind was reeling and it took you awhile to register that the pressure was from Yoongi kissing you back.

This was a dream. It had to be a dream. Kissing Yoongi only ever happened in your wildest dreams. You felt his hand rest on top of your waist and immediately your eyes snapped open. You were greeted with the beautiful image of Yoongi’s closed eyes and the wispiness of his eyelashes. It was an image you never thought you would ever see up close like this. But… oh no.

You shoved Yoongi away from you by the shoulders and slapped a hand over your mouth. He had a heartbroken look on his face and it made you regret pushing him away, but when he put his hand on your waist, you thought of Seolhyun. Tears were stinging your eyes and you needed to say something, anything.

“Yoongi, I–“ you had to bite back a sob because there were so much things you wanted to say, but even just the thought of explaining yourself terrified you.

“I need to go.” He dragged out his words and it felt like tossing salt onto an open wound. He avoided your eyes and traced his lips with his fingertips.

It was painful watching him turn his back to you. Your chest throbbed at the sound of your door clicking open and then shutting close. You walked towards the wooden frame with regret weighing in every step.

You told yourself to not cross any lines, hell, Hani was just there reminding you to not do anything you would regret. There was a hollow feeling inside of your chest, making it difficult for you to breathe.

“Y/n, you fucking idiot.” You choked out as sunk down to your floor. Using the door as support, you hugged your knees against your chest and released heavy sobs.

You ruined it. You ruined everything.

↠↞

The elevator ride down felt like an eternity. Yoongi watched as the numbers decreased with dazed eyes. There was a flatlining sound going off in his head and he was taking long deep breaths.

You kissed him.

You kissed him.

He grazed his lips as he stepped off the elevator. Your lips felt warm and sparks of electricity exploded just at the feeling of your hands holding his face. He bit back his smile thinking about how your lips fit perfectly against his and the way you cutely held onto him prior to making your move.

The smile Yoongi was soon erased as he set out his destination to Seolhyun’s dorm building. Heavy rain didn’t fall, but with the way the atmosphere smelt like and the increasing amount of light sprinkles of rain fell, he needed to get there as quick as possible. He stuffed his hands in his pockets realizing he left his jacket on your sofa. That jacket could probably stay there a bit longer.

There was so much guilt inside of Yoongi. Not only did you kiss him, he didn’t do anything to stop you, he kissed you back instead. When it happened, he didn’t know what to do. His mind went blank for a few seconds and the next thing he knew, there was a sense of relief inside of him.

The past week his mind has been filled with thoughts of you, only you, so much that it was making it difficult for him to work on any of his assignments. The root of it all was when he showed up to your apartment drunk and venting about what was going wrong in his relationship. He remembered your gentle touches and the smell of coffee on your skin. You were always so patient with him, listening to him rant about everything and always willing to drop everything to be there for him. Could there be anymore evidence as to why you kissed him?

Yoongi shook his head and trudged faster toward the doors of the dormitory building. He had to tell Seolhyun what happened, but there was no way he could tell her that it was you who initiated the kiss. He would rather have her get mad at him than you. His reason for visiting Seolhyun was to lay things out so they can figure out a solution to repair their relationship, but if he tells her what happened, could it still be saved?

He finally arrived on Seolhyun’s floor and he was dreading every step he made. Yoongi knew he had to be honest with her because it’s only going to be eating him up on the inside. He began to recite apologies and explanations in his head, preparing himself for the storm.

When he approached Seolhyun’s door, he heard loud hip-hop music booming from behind the door. Yoongi automatically assumed it was Seolhyun she would never play music that loud of her roommate was home; courtesy reasons.

Yoongi took a deep breath and unlocked the door. He was immediately welcomed with the true volume of the music so he quickly closed the door to not bother any of the tenants. He slowly walked down the short hallway and called out for Seolhyun as loud as he could, but it was ineffective. To his left, he noticed Seolhyun’s door slightly ajar. He swallowed the lump in his throat and approached the wooden frame.

“Babe! I’m coming in.” Yoongi spoke loudly and knocked twice before carefully swinging the door opened.

All of the air in his lungs dissipated and his hands went numb. It felt as if heavy boulders were sitting on his feet the blood inside of him began to boil. Yoongi didn’t say anything. He stood there, for what seemed to be hours, gawking at the two figures on top of Seolhyun’s bed.

Before he even decided to open his mouth, Seolhyun lifted her head and noticed Yoongi in the corner of her eye. She shoved the boy away from her and scrambled with her bed sheets to cover up her body. She fished for her phone to shut off the music that were playing from her speakers.

“Y-Yoongi!” She breathed out, searching for any article of clothing around of her.

“What the fuck.” Yoongi growled.

The boy who was now wrapped up with the opposite end of the sheets turned his head to meet the glaring eyes of Yoongi. A scoff was released from the back of Yoongi’s throat.

“Seung. Ho.” He spat.

“Yoongi—babe, I can explain.” Seolhyun rushed onto her feet wearing what he assumed to be Seung Ho’s. Yoongi took two steps back from the door frame, breathing harshly.

“I—I came here to fucking talk to you about our relationship because you know, we are boyfriend and girlfriend, Seolhyun!” He finally found his voice and the words couldn’t stop. “I texted you saying I was going to come over because we needed to talk but I guess you were to busy to check your phone, huh?” Yoongi raked a hand through his hair and turned around to leave.

“Babe–“ Seolhyun reached out to hold onto his wrist, but he turned back around with lasers shooting from his eyes.

“Walking here—I was feeling so fucking guilty because I kissed y/n and I knew I had to tell you. I had to tell you because honesty is key, right?”

“You fucking kissed her?!” Seolhyun exclaimed angrily. “Why the fuck would you kiss her?!”

“It was just once, Seolhyun! It happened once and I came straight here because of my guilty conscience and judging by the sounds you were making and how tired you look, I’m pretty sure you were feeling guilty having sex with Seung Ho.”

Seolhyun was silenced at that comment and averted his seething gaze. His focus flickered from Seolhyun to Seung Ho who was always avoiding Yoongi.

“You know what? I’m done—we’re done.”

Rage pumped throughout his veins as he stared Seolhyun dead in the eyes. He had never felt this angry in such a long time–hell, anger couldn’t even describe the heat traveling through his body. Before he said anything more, he clenched his fists and stormed out without looking back at her for even a second.

♡ rae jagi

#bangtan boys #bts #bangtan scenarios #yoongi #suga scenarios #suga angst #meep #o lordy #yoongz #rae writes

[ridermatsu]

NDRV3 College AU

AU where everyone’s in college!! They all met in the Gifted Academy (non-despair AU) and became friends there, now they’re in college and still hang out!! Also they’re roommates with one another (Spoilers kinda!! Mostly chapter 2 and 3 spoilers!!)

Kaede Akamatsu:

Music Degree

Takes a lot of Drama classes and ends up spending a lot of time with Shirogane

Dating Saihara

Roomed with Toujo

Plans on becoming a music teacher, specializing in piano/keyboard

Shuichi Saihara:

Psychology Degree

Roomed with Shinguuji

Dating Akamatsu

Plans on working for his families’ detective agency, but has aspirations of joining the FBI

K1-B0/’Kiibo Idabashi”

Still a robot

Wears a ‘human disguise’ in order to fit in (made by Shirogane)

No major, but taking a lot of communications and psychology courses so he can learn to relate to his human friends!!!

Roomed with Momota

Wants to make a positive impact on humanity in the future, but he doesn’t really know how so he’s just. Rolling with the punches.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Arts Degree

Spends a lot of her time in the theatre

Makes costumes for different plays, also helps set up the stage

Roomed with Harukawa

Spends her weekends binge watching anime like the weeb she is

Works at the University bar

Rantaro Amami

History Major, Minor in Cosmetology

Dating and roomed with Ouma

Skating through college much like Kiibo, not really sure what exactly he wants to do with his life

Sometimes crashes girls night to paint nails

Ryoma Hoshi

Sports scholarship, was begged by faculty to be the head of the Sports Society, which he begrudgingly agreed to

His real passion is veterinary studies, he wants to become a vet

Constantly underestimated by the ‘jocks’

Proves them wrong every time

Roomed with Gonta

Maki Harukawa

Studying Childcare work (much to her dismay)

Roomed with Shirogane

Dating Momota

Actually wants to go into psychology and join the FBI like Saihara, and is considering changing her major.

Kaito Momota

NASA said they’re let him into space if her got a college degree in the Sciences, so he decided to go into engineering!!

Usually works on projects with Iruma

Roomed with Kiibo

Dating Harukawa

Literally always introduces himself as “Kaito Momota, Astronaut-in-Training.”

Kirumi Toujo

Hospitality Major, dabbles in tourism as well.

Roomed with Akamatsu

Spends more time with Shinguuji, because he knows shit about people and places and cultures

Wants to run a hotel chain in the future, or maybe become a politician

Angie Yonaga

Arts Major!!! Obviously

She’s already pretty famous anyway, but wants to make more art in the name of Atua!!

Roomed with Iruma

Sometimes gets inspiration in the middle of class or during assignments, leading to tons of drawings on the back of her papers

Profs dont want to penalize her because it looks like it belongs in a museum

Gonta Gokuhara

Entomology Major

Does some Psychology course too, so he can make more friends!! Being a gentleman involves knowing what to do when your friends are sad!!

Roomed with Hoshi

Sometimes picks up Hoshi so Hoshi can see in a crowd without realizing that Hoshi doesn’t like being manhandled, but Hoshi doesn’t wanna make him cry so he doesn’t say anything

Sports teams keep asking him to join and while he’d like to, he’s scared of hurting people, especially in high-impact sports like hockey or soccer

Started the Entomology Society!! People actually joined it too, making him so happy

Tenko Chabashira

No major, but heavily involved in sports

Roomed with and dating Yumeno

Her and Angie are on good terms, unlike in the game

Involved in the Women’s Centre

Kokichi Ouma

Political Science Major

Dating and roomed with Amami

Known around campus for having a very weird taste in fashion

(on purpose)

Plays pranks on everyone in the dorm block

Amami usually has to diffuse situations for him

Means well (sort of), but sometimes takes his pranks too far

Himiko Yumeno

Arts Major

“Acting helps me with my magic!!”

Dating and roomed with Chabashira

Has narcolepsy

Does magic for the kids at the daycare (they love her so much)

Thinking of changing her major to child care

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Anthropology Major

Roomed with Saihara

Goes to counselling for DID and Stockholm Syndrome

Never bring up his sister in front of him ever

Spends most of his time in the library

Wants to be the curator of a museum in the future, preferably one involving traditional Japanese mythology

Miu Iruma

Engineering Major

Roomed with Yonaga

The kind of gal who waits until the very last minute before starting a project

Yonaga doesn’t mind though, she spends a lot of nights creating art for Atua, so she isn’t one to complain!

Has an interest in sex education, works in the Women’s Centre with Chabashira

Wants to invent sex toys in the future

#kelseytalks #ndrv3 #new danganronpa v3 #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #kiibo #keebo #k1-b0 #tsumugi shirogane #rantaro amami #ryouma hoshi #maki harukawa #kaito momota #kirumi toujo #gonta gokuhara #angie yonaga #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #korekiyo shinguuji #miu iruma

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Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir Fanfictions

Only Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir fanfics. New stuff is marked with a [NEW] before it.

Ladybug & Chat Noir

Is This How You Feel by irlmagicalgirl Description: In each of us there are always these two The one who stays, the one who’s leaving you I could keep on with the same mistakes Or I could make them with you -- On her way home one night, under the guise and protection of Ladybug, Marinette finds herself stopped outside the Agreste mansion, staring up at Adrien's window. How she made it from the street to his room is beyond her, but she can talk to him as Ladybug in a way she can't as Marinette, and he listens, and the temptation of him and his window are too hard to stay away from. Naturally, her temptation can only lead to angst, confusion, fluff, and sin, reaching towards every corner of the love square. FIC IS FULLY ILLUSTRATED & SOUNDTRACKED. Words: 178,531 Timeline: It's in a slightly AU where the series takes place over a longer time period, so everybody is older Pairing: Adrien/Marienette (in all forms) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Violence but it's like on the show Graphic sex It's also really long, so...

Pouvez-vous me laisser entrer? by DeadGiirlWalkiing Description: Her blue eyes stared back at him, she looked wired up. Her face flushed, although it could have something to do with the air outside. Her beautiful black hair pulled into the regular twin pigtails that seemed so oddly familiar to him. Before he knew it, she was mouthing something. He wasn’t all that great at reading lips, but he knew exactly what she was saying. Can you let me in? Words: 37,537 Timeline: Normal, I guess? Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in all forms) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic sex

Le Chat Noir by ParadiseAvenger Description: Le Chat Noir was the most popular strip club in Paris. Marinette could explain how she wound up there the first time, but she couldn't explain how she kept coming back. Words: 55,926 Timeline: Strip club AU Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in various forms) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Strippers and graphic sex Mentions of models starving themselves for the sake of "fashion"

Sweater Weather by Amiria_Raven, projectml Description: When she was assured that Adrien wasn’t missing his hoodie–yet–her fingers faltered over the keyboard. It wouldn’t hurt for her to borrow it for a little while, right? Words: 4571 Timeline: It seems to indicate that it's some years after the current timeline Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in various forms) Rating: Teen Warnings: Marinette wearing Adrien's oversized sweaters and rocking the sweaterpaws. It is not a drill!

Forget Me Not by speaks Description: After the unexpected defeat of their enemy Ladybug and Chat Noir lose their powers, and thus become separated with no way to find each other. In this post-Hawkmoth world, Marinette and Adrien must each try and find a way to live without their partner. They say loss is a pill that gets easier to swallow over time. Well, whoever said that has never been in love. Words: 19,606 Timeline: Some years past the current timeline, in a world where they manage to defeat Hawk Moth Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in all forms), Alya/Nino Rating: Mature Warnings: Sex/One night stand (sort of) Extreme depression/It never actually comes out and says suicidal thoughts but you can tell that they're there

The Swimsuit Seduction by Indygodusk Description: Chat Noir isn't too worried when he first gets caught by the latest villain and tied to a chair. Case in point, she calls herself Beach Party. What's scary about that? Everything changes when a brainwashed Marinette saunters in after her, looking like a '50s pinup girl in a ladybug spotted swimsuit. Marinette can't help but follow her orders, but when those orders include seducing a certain black cat for information, what's a collared feline to do? Words: 12,914 Timeline: When they're both seniors Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in all forms) Rating: Mature Warnings: Some mild dub-con with that sexy times

Allez Savoir Pourquoi by Yilena Description: Marinette had seen her soulmate for years without knowing his identity, until they bumped into each other at a newly opened cat café. On a whim, she agrees to work for him. AU. Words: 30,022 Timeline: It's a coffee shop/Soulmate AU Pairing: Marinette/Adrien Rating: Explicit Warnings: Some unintended voyeurism, some (consensual) sex

Clear as Day by orphan_account Words: 13647 Timeline: I think that they're aged up? Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in all forms) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Masturbation, voyeurism, consensual sex, hella awkward

Misunderstanding by AlyaBug (MorphologicalMayhem) Description: Ladybug becomes convinced that Chat Noir is a homeless stripper and tries to help him. Chat Noir is confused. Words: 2877 Timeline: Normal? Pairing: Very minor Chat/Ladybug Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Mentions of underaged stripping, but that's as far as it goes

To Be A Hero by AmyEatsCake Description: What does it take to be a hero? Ladybug and Chat Noir have been doing a good job of saving Paris over the past few years, but what happens when they are summoned to a future where the heroes no longer exist? Joined by Alya, the pair must learn how to cope with their future selves and a darkness which has the power to destroy them. Words: 50,987 Timeline: It's a weird time-travel thing where they travel into an alternate timeline and have to set things right Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in various forms) Rating: Mature Warnings: Some sex (and it's probably not what you're thinking), a hell of a lot of violence, mentions of rape

That Which Ties Us by Resamille Description: “Alya, what do I do?” Adrien cried, voice and expression betraying the maelstrom of emotions contained within him. It was a miracle he hadn't exploded yet. “That depends,” Alya hummed coolly. “What do you want to do?” “What?” “Do you want to go after her?” “Yes. Should I?” “Maybe. Do you like her?” “Yes.” “Do you love her?” ... Finally, definitively, he said: “Yes.” It has been a long time since Chat Noir and Marinette fell inexplicably in love--just not with each other. But when Tikki and Plagg decide that the separation has gone on long enough, for reasons beyond the fact their Chosen are oblivious, it starts off a chain reaction that only gets worse. With new powers and new hearts to hold and break, Adrien and Ladybug are walking thin lines of friendship and romance with their hero and civilian counterparts. Words: 37,942 Timeline: Four years in the future Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in all forms) Rating: Mature Warnings: Some sex but it's not graphic, some mentions of self harm that aren't suicidal in nature (You'll understand when you read it

Ne Me Quitte Pas by imatrisarahtops Description: “This is my umbrella,” Adrien told him, as though he didn't quite believe it and the words would bring some sense to it. “Even I could have told you that,” the kwami said with a shrug, his focus returning to his meal. “Why did she keep my umbrella?” he asked, only half-directing the question at Plagg. The kwami, however, chose to answer anyway. “Well, she is your friend, isn't she?” he asked as he finally gave in and stuffed the cheese in his mouth. He swallowed, closing his eyes in satisfaction. “What's so weird about it?” When Marinette sees Chat Noir on her way home in the rain, she doesn't think twice about giving him her umbrella. Only later does he realize that this is his umbrella. But why would she bother keeping it? He's determined to figure the girl out, but since she can't seem to speak to him as Adrien, his only option is as his alter-ego. Words: 43,357 Timeline: I think it's three years into the future Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in various forms), Alya/Nino Rating: Teen Warnings: Some make outs and minor violence

A sure thing. by Baneismydragon Description: “Tell you what Princess, I will make you a deal. If you ask him out and he rejects you, like you seem to think he will, I will never drop by for any unscheduled visits that don’t involve purple butterflies again. However, if I am right and he says yes, then not only do I reserve the right to continue basking in your presence whenever I so choose, but you will also provide me with free croissants every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the next two months.” “You don’t want to make this bet kitty.” “Oh, I am pretty sure I do.” Words: 11871 Timeline: Past the present season, I guess Pairing: Various forms of Marinette/Adrien Rating: General Warnings: Just a lot of teenage angst

Stray Chat by Pozolegirl Description: Adrien just really wants to be friends with Marinette but...it’s hard to be friends with Marinette Dupain-Cheng and not have both parties become a little tongue tied around each other. So Chat Noir attempts to make friends with Marinette with the aid of his mask instead. Eventually Chat Noir becomes essentially adopted by Marinette after problems at his home, and they will both be hiding things as they start on the new adventure of being thrown suddenly into the experience of being roommates. - This story is finished, but I hope to make some extra chapters for it, just for fun! :) Thank you so much for the support, you guys are amazing! Words: 59463 Timeline: Future Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in various forms) Rating: Teen Warnings: Super fluffy There are also a lot of typos/misplaced words/stuff like that, but the story was cute, so I find that I didn't mind THAT much...

All I Ask Of You Description: ??? Words: ??? Timeline: Normal, I guess Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: It's not got a rating, but it's pretty clean Warnings: Contains a lot of mentions of musical theater

Transform by htbthomas Description: When Adrien runs away from home, only Ladybug can help him. They both find out more than they bargain for. Words: 43,551 Timeline: Set after season 1, I guess Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in various forms) Rating: Teen Warnings: Violence, but only like what you'd see on the show Some mentions of child abuse and homelessness

Until I lose count by Baneismydragon Description: Adrien hadn't planned on kissing Marinette. He certainly hadn't planned on doing it more than once. He DEFINITELY didn't plan on doing it repeatedly while hiding behind the comfortable anonymity of his alter ego. But some habits are very hard to break, especially when the more times you do something, the less you want to stop. (This is just indulgent Romantic fluff. And kissing. Lots and Lots of kissing. I am such trash I can't even be sorry.) Words: 35,389 Timeline: Um, beyond the first season, I guess? Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: It gets a little steamy in spots, but they never actually show anything; just a heavy implication of those events taking place

No Hard Feelings by nicnac363 Description: The Akuma Prevention Program (APP) was established by Mayor Bourgeois to improve the emotional health and psychological wellbeing of all Parisians. Though a huge success at reducing the overall number of akuma, the program is taking a decided toll on Marinette’s love life. Forced therapy-induced exposure is helping to re-kindle her feelings for a certain blonde, ex-model. Feelings Ladybug’s leather clad, Catboy boyfriend will not be happy about. Or will he? [Oneshot] Rated T for profanity, some PG-13 smooching, and a not-so-vague reference to sex. Words: 6515 Timeline: Like five or so years into the future Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: As mentioned in the description, there's some make-outs and transparent references to sex

Tendencies by KryallaOrchid (It's a four part series) Description: Miraculous have side effects. From pats becoming a necessity to eating flowers, follow Adrien and Marinette as they come to terms with their new tendencies, and each other. Hawk Moth is coming. Words: 239,141 Timeline: It's slightly AU halfway through the first season, and then goes well beyond that Pairing: Mainly Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: The first three are T, but the last one is M Warnings: There's a lot of talk about sex, but they don't actually do it until the last one It's really long, and the later in the series it gets, the longer the chapters get

Back To Us by DarkReyna16 Description: After a reveal so shocking it rocks the core of Paris itself, the villain Hawk Moth is finally defeated...at a great personal cost to heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir. With the city safe, they go their separate ways, returning to the lives they were forced to put on hold since receiving their Miraculous. Now, seven years later, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is on the rise, studying at the fashion college of her dreams by day, working at her dream internship by afternoon...and occasionally moonlighting as Ladybug by night. This routine is set so firmly in place that, once it's shattered by an old-yet-new enemy, and the reappearances of a cold friend and a hot partner, the whiplash threatens to send Marinette spiraling down into chaos. As Ladybug, she can do anything...but soon those limits will be tested, whether she is in or out of the costume. Words: 446,244 Timeline: Set in the future after they defeat Hawkmoth Pairing: Mainly Marinette/Adrein in various forms, but also Alya/Nino and a couple of others too Rating: Mature Warnings: It's very violent, more so than the show. There's a major character death in the first chapter and it weighs heavily on the tone of the story from that point on. There's also a lot of talk about sex, but only like... one actual sex scene, and it's sort of glossed over. It also goes without saying that this is very, VERY long

Magical Connection by artisticFlutter Description: Based on artwork by Professaurus and an outline by SinMother™ Getting ready for University with tests and portfolios while still being a superhero has Marinette stressed. Fortunately, Tikki knows of a solution to that. Meanwhile, Plagg is laughing and Adrien doesn’t know what the heck is going on. Crossposted on Tumblr @carnalrhythms Words: 6,348 Timeline: Future? Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Very graphic sex/maturbation (you'll understand when you read it)

one night of moonlight by calloffyourethics, clairelutra (exosolarmoon) Description: i'll always think of you inside of my private thoughts i can imagine you touching my private parts 2:13 ok im texting you now like i promised instead of drunktexting adrien and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. arent you proud of me? 2:19 this is Adrien, hi. Marinette's brain-to-mouth filter isn't great on the best of days. Add some beer and some misplaced texts, and things get a little more... interesting. Words: 22,575 Timeline: They're in college Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms, minor mentions of Nino/Alya Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic sexting, masturbation, making out

Nice To See You by yonderful Description: Ladybug and Adrien keep running into each other. Literally. Words: 26,526 Timeline: Um, normal? Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: Implication of sex

Look At Me by raeryn There's also a second part, too, that's just Adrien's take on the first part Description: “What do you do if you've discovered your best friend’s biggest secret but kept the fact that you knew from them?” Words: 8011 Timeline: A year or two beyond the present, but not much more than that Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: Make outs, brief mentions of "sexual tension", a scene in the second part where it seems like they might have sex but then they stop

Welp. by musiclvr1112 Description: From the prompt: "Kiss me." Words: 3491 Timeline: Adult? Pairing: Chloe/Nathanael Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic sex

How could you be that girl I knew? by unforgetabELLE Description: Then he saw the source of the commotion. She walked through the smoke-filled room, her face shining ethereally like the actual moon through the haze of the club. No one spoke to her, but all eyes were watching Marinette as she walked in and he was struck by how she simultaneously looked like a completely different person and exactly the same as the girl he knew in lycee. Words: 7437 Timeline: It's like 10 years later Pairing: Marinette/Adrien, minor mentions of a past relationship between Marinette and some random dudebro fuckboy Rating: Teen Warnings: Some cursing and talking about a cheating dirtbag

1NEW1 What's Black and Red and Red All Over? by Otoshigo Description: Deadpool comes to Paris for a job, where he has a run in with Ladybug. It goes just about as well as you’d expect. Can Ladybug and Chat Noir, or even Paris, survive the merc? Words: 13407 Timeline: It's a little bit crackfic, so no timeline, I guess Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in all forms, minor Spider-Man/Black Cat Rating: Mature Warnings: Deadpool related violence and swearing

#recommended fanfiction #miraculous ladybug & chat noir

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about a quarter to nine, 1/3

or, the one where Wylan is struggling to pay his rent and plays music on the streets, Jesper dances and has no restraint and may or may not dance along to a cute street musician, and everyone is embarrassed at what these dorks get up to. {ao3}

It was February, another snowstorm had just hit, Wylan Hendriks was behind on his rent again, and apparently no one on this street had ever learned the values of tipping.

For all intents and purposes, the day should have gone well. He’d set up near a museum that was usually filled with tourists, but today it was curiously empty. Wylan had also started off with playing the violin, which usually worked in more “cultured” areas, but there was hardly anyone around to even hear him. The most attention he’d gotten was a few vaguely dirty looks and a disapproving glance from a police officer. However, the worst part of the day was the man who had walked up when Wylan pulled out his guitar and started singing, seemingly enjoying his performance… and then walked away.

All in all, he made a whopping three dollars.

Cutting ties with your rich father is, unsurprisingly, costly.

Wylan trudged into his flat, tracking in mud and bits of snow from his boots. Kuwei, who was laying on the floor with a notebook in front of him, hardly looked up as the door creaked open. For a moment, Wylan worried he’d passed out until he heard him give a slight groan. Probably organic chemistry again.

Light footed, he walked around him to set down his cases and throw his satchel over a chair. Grabbing his laptop, Wylan sank into the torn yet overstuffed couch, pulled up the spreadsheet, and got to work. Maybe he just had to change up his routine? Guitar-and-voice was a classic; usually, he’d bring that out towards the end of the show and rake in some money. He only brought his flute out occasionally because, even though it was by far his strongest instrument, it was too quiet to effectively play. And as much as he enjoyed the violin, looking at the numbers…

“Shush. You’re thinking too loud.” Kuwei, at some point, had flipped himself and rolled over onto his back and was currently staring up at Wylan, hair blown over his face. “Just… relax. Enjoy the minimalistic scenery of our lovely flat.”

He’d definitely been working on organic chemistry. Nothing could send Kuwei into an apathetic, overly-calm mindset like stressing out over his worst subject. “Yesterday, you were stressing out about being able to make this month’s rent. I think you should take your own advice.”

Kuwei just pouted and rolled back over, tying his hair back and flipping through pages of organic molecules again. “I’ve given up on life. Money isn’t real, life isn’t real, time isn’t real, I’m not real…”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Wylan said, tapping absentmindedly on his keyboard. If only he’d decided to pursue a major that would actually make moneyinstead of going for music with a minor in chemistry, but there was no way he was going to listen to his father and do something practical like business. “We’ll figure it out.”

It was 11:46 in the evening on February 13 in the year 2017, and Jesper Fahey was drunk out of his mind. He wasn’t slightly tipsy and still coherent, just a bit looser with affection and words; he was full drunk with no control over his actions and absolutely no filter between his brain and his mouth.

“Inej, let’s…. let’s just get married. We can do it tomorrow! I know a priest, my uncle went to… to whatever pastor school is for like, a month, we could probably break into a church…. we could do our little solo as our first dance… we just need some musicians. And rings! But I have some old ring pops, I think that would work…”

Inej, to her credit, just laughed. She was also a little on the drunk side, but only enough that she was a bit less tightly-wound and her cheeks bore the slightest flush. “I don’t think we’re ready for that,” she said, breaking their dance just briefly to brush her hair out of her face. The tight bun she’d worn for the rehearsal before their big party had mostly fallen out, leaving strands of hair flying everywhere as they twirled. “We’re dance partners this year! How does that not imply marriage?”

“I don’t know, but we should at least go on a date first.”

“We’re dancing right now. How is this not a date?”

Jesper pulled her into another tight spin, making his head whirl in the process. Inej only seemed slightly dizzy afterwards, but she was famous for her ridiculous series of turns that left the whole room feeling dizzy just watching her. Even drunk, she was still in control of herself.

He became aware of a shadow approaching from the corner of his vision. Jesper was prepared to fight off some kind of demonic invader until the shadow was close enough for him to tell that it was tall, leaning on a cane, and very grumpy.

“Kaz! Kazoo! My best friend! My best man! How’s it going?”

“You’re drunk,” Kaz said, flat. He gave him the disappointed look that, at times, could give Matthias’s Dad Look a run for its money. Today, it didn’t work.

“I know! It’s fun! I’m having fun! That’s what you do at a party; you have fun . You don’t just hang out in the corner and drink apple juice while pretending it’s beer.”

“I don’t do that.” Kaz turned his attention on Inej for support, but she just covered her mouth with her hand and laughed. “Fine, maybe I’ve done that once. But still, you’re far too drunk and you’re going to embarrass yourself soon.”

Jesper pouted, pulling Inej closer. Kaz’s glare just intensified. “But Dad, I’m not going to embarrass myself-”

“He asked me to marry him,” Inej said. Jesper pushed her away. Traitor.

That seemed to appease Kaz. He grabbed Jesper’s arm and started to pull him away from the crowded dance floor (which, it was a miracle Kaz even got this far out , he usually didn’t leave the corners), saying, “Yeah, you’re done. Good night, Inej.”

“Night!” Inej called, turning around to dance by herself. Eventually she’d probably find Nina and they’d dance together, so Jesper didn’t feel too bad for leaving. Not that he wanted to leave, of course.

Drunk Jesper, apparently, had no sense of boundaries, because he wrapped himself around Kaz like a monkey that felt it was about to fall. Usually this kind of contact got you a punch (at best) or sent Kaz to a Bad Place, but tonight… he seemed looser, somehow; his posture more relaxed than usual and his grip on his cane not as blisteringly tight. Perhaps he had actually drank some alcohol tonight, or perhaps the mood of the room had absorbed into him somehow and left him feeling something close to happy, for once. Regardless, Jesper was proud of him.

Maybe too proud of him.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you? I mean, you’re my roommate, but you’re so much more than that, oh my god, I love you and how Kaz you are, and you scare the hell out of me and you probably could- and would- murder me in my sleep, but.... I love you. You’re the bomb. The man .” Kaz, for the most part, ignored the endless stream of babble coming from Jesper’s mouth, which was a miracle considering he usually made some sort of sarcastic comment when this happened. (Jesper couldn’t help the fact that he was a clingy drunk and Kaz was his “designated walker”, because they were both too poor to afford a car and it was Amsterdam, you don’t need a car in Amsterdam anyway).

Jesper was in the middle of rambling about how even his dad loved Kaz when they suddenly stopped, and the moment he took a breath he knew that he was about to tell him to stop babbling, shut up and act normal for once and that no one cared, but instead Kaz pulled a wad of money out of his pocket. “I’m out of advil, and this place isn’t completely shady. Can you not die while I go and get some?” He nodded, which made his vision swim just a little bit. Maybe Jesper was a little too drunk. Just maybe.

While Kaz disappeared into the little store, Jesper leaned against a wall and tried to think about his marriage proposal to Inej. He just needed some flowers, maybe some backup music and- and yes, backup dancers , and he’d rip his shirt off and break into some-

Wait, backup music?

Jesper blinked out of his fantasy at the sound of music, old-fashioned jazz played on a violin that sounded just a hare out of tune, and he found himself stumbling towards it like a lost child. It felt- The music felt homey, for whatever reason; like the warmth of his mother and the nights where she’d sing along to the radio or she’d dance in the living room with Jesper standing on her toes, reaching up to her and following her fluid moves with chubby toddler stiffness.

“You’re not my mom,” he said when he found the source of the music. It was a kid- there was no way he was older than fifteen- sitting on a stood, violin under his chin, rapidly playing a swing tune. Based on his look of intense concentration, he was probably improvising.

Was was the keyword.

Once Jesper spoke, the song broke off suddenly before the kid held out a random note. “I’m sorry?” he said, looking up at him. His eyes were huge and impossibly blue, like every simile for blue eyes that ever been written.

“I thought you were my mom. You’re not.”

The kid raised an eyebrow, slinking back on his stool. He probably thought Jesper was some strange man trying to kidnap him, which, to be fair, was not a bad conclusion to make when someone says you thought they were your mother. “That’s… unfortunate,” he said, picking his violin back up.

Jesper stood there for a moment while the kid flipped through his book, brows again drawn in concentration. “Do you think if someone’s your dance partner you should marry them?”

This time, he wasn’t graced with a response. The kid just glared at him before starting another round of improv just as intense as the last one. He was being rejected, he knew that, but damnit Jesper was drunk, and he was clingy, and he was not going to let this kid win an imaginary argument.

So Jesper started dancing.

The street corner was crowded with people heading home after a long day/night and wasn’t very spacious to begin with, Jesper hadn’t taken a jazz class in years , and his limbs were heavy and uncoordinated, but he swayed with the music, spun when it called for it, clapped at times. Vaguely, he was aware of a crowd gathering to watch the child prodigy play while a very drunk man danced along, but it didn’t bother him. At one point the music lulled and Jesper saw the kid stare up at him, eyes wide, but instead of yelling at him the kid nodded and he resumed with renewed vigor, not bothering to worry about the amount of people he accidentally slapped.

And then a voice yelled, “JESPER LLEWYN FAHEY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING,” and the mood died. Jesper froze in the middle of a spin, losing his balance and tumbling into the kid, who had once again suddenly stopped his song. Parting the crowd was, again, a tall, grumpy shadow holding a cane and a small plastic bag. “Jesper, I told you you were going to embarrass yourself. Let’s get home before you make out with a random stranger.” He started to turn to leave, but looked over his shoulder. “And apologize to that poor musician.”

Jesper turned his head to look at the kid, who was half-beneath him from when he fell. He pulled himself away, squatting in front of him. “Sorry about that, I’m really drunk and I guess I have no inhibition-”

“Look at my tip bag.”

“- it was wrong of me, I probably embarrassed you, God I’m so sorry, you were just minding your business and playing your amazing music and I ruined it for you, also you’re like twelve and-”

“Jesper Llewyn Fahey, I’m nineteen years old, and look at my tip bag.”

Jesper finally looked away from the kid’s eyes (well, not kid, even though he looked like a kid) and at the little sac that sat in front of his violin case. It was overflowing with money, a few coins sprinkled around the outside.

“I’ve never made this much money before. You don’t even know how much I needed that.”

Jesper was about to respond when Kaz yelled his name again and shot him a glare that meant he definitely wanted to kill him a little bit, and so he pulled himself away from the kid and walked the rest of the way home in silence.

#six of crows #crooked kingdom #wesper #jesper/wylan #mathiashevlr #(once again i blame libby for this bc i'm pretty sure it was her idea?) #but this was meant to be very short but alas here we are #also this is by far the fluffiest thing i've ever written? #so yeah #** #fic tag #there's a bonus to this but it's only on ao3 because the formatting wouldn't work on here #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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♫ Mama told me not to waste my life  ♫

Elizabeth and Burt Hummel were so excited when they found out they were finally pregnant after trying for so long. There were a few complications along the way, though, and their daughter came earlier than planned, but she was a fighter, like any true Hummel was. After a few days in the hospital, the happy couple got to bring their beautiful Katrina Hummel back to her home in Overland Park, Kansas.

Liz and Burt both doted on their darling miracle of a daughter, the one they thought they’d never had and almost lost, all the time. Kat, as they nicknamed her, was their pride and joy, and she loved them just as much back. In fact, she was definitely one of only a handful of kids who cried at both the first pre-school drop off and the first kindergarten drop off. 

Kat was especially close to her mom. Her mom was beautiful and taught Kat about skin care and fashion, gladly letting Kat walk around in her heels and put on makeup after school. Liz was a former art teacher, so she also taught Kat how to draw and about famous artists, all while still watching Disney movies with her -- though Kat would loudly pointed out that the guys weren’t that great. Her mom signed her up for ballet lessons, ice skating lessons, and made sure she practiced every day for her piano lessons. While Kat loved spending time with her dad and even eagerly learned about cars at his garage, she just wasn’t as close to him as she was to her mom. Hey, that’s what you’d expect when her mom was the one who took her to all her lessons and picked her up from school.

So Kat knew something was up when her dad was the one picking her up after school one day in fourth grade when she was just nine years old. She wearily walked over to him knowing, even at her young age, that something was terribly wrong. And as soon as Kat asked what was wrong, her dad, who had always been so strong and brave, burst into tears. Her mom had been in a car accident and died on impact. A broken-hearted Burt half-heartedly sued the driver of the other car, winning tens of thousands of dollars he put in savings for Kat, but nothing could heal the damage that had been done to their family.

Of course, school just had to find a way to make that even worse. One of her first days back after her mom’s funeral, Kat hugged one of her friends in the restroom and tried not to cry. Apparently the angles of their heads made it look like they were kissing, and even though they were only in fourth grade, rumors spread and Kat and her friend were mocked for being gay. And when Kat learned what that meant, it made the mocking sting even more, since she realized that she might’ve actually kissed her friend in another circumstance. Her friend ended up transferring schools for the next school year, and Kat spent her tenth birthday without her mom and without a real birthday party.

Things changed that summer, though. Kat’s cousin Marley Rose and her mom moved into the Hummel house. Kat had tried to cook and clean, but seeing as she was so young, she wasn’t really successful. Millie Rose, Marley’s mother and Liz’s half-sister, was having difficulties just keeping up with rent and utilities. So the arrangement was supposed to help the Roses get on their feet and help the broken hearted Hummels through a tough time, but they just ended up staying together. And while it took a little while for Kat to warm up to Marley after everything that happened in the past few months, they soon became fast friends that bonded over music, Disney, and writing. Marley didn’t even care what anyone at school said about Kat, telling her she didn’t even see the big deal if she had kissed that girl anyways, which made Kat feel better than she had that whole year.

The two grew closer and closer over the years, really behaving more like sisters than cousins. In some ways they were like a typical nuclear family, since Kat could go to Millie for motherly advice and Burt would jokingly threaten to disown Marley whenever she wore her University of Nebraska spirit wear (her mom was a longtime Cornhusker fan and raised her daughter to be the same, even though Burt was, of course, a KU Jayhawks fan). Kat might not have understood sports, but she understood that family teasing.

Over the years, they both got into more activities, both together and separate, and Kat developed some confidence. So, after years of soul searching, she finally sat Marley down before their sophomore year of high school, both of them deciding to share a secret. Marley admitted, with excitement, that she had started writing songs, and while Kat was excited about that and wanted to see them, Marley asked Kat what secret she wanted to share. While Kat emphasized that she hadn’t kissed that girl, she was, in fact, a lesbian. Marley was, of course, very supportive and accepting. And, after a few days, she admitted she kind of had a feeling. Whatever feeling she had was apparently shared by Millie and Kat’s dad, since neither seemed too surprised. That was kind of weird to Kat, since she didn’t get what seemed gay about her past her short nails (which she learned was a thing, but she only really kept them short so she could play piano when she wanted to), but it was better than being disowned or anything.

That year, Kat worked on coming out, and while some guys were jerks about it and some girls started covering themselves in the locker rooms, Kat was flourishing. However, Marley wasn’t. Kat had been worried about her for months, especially when she fainted at school. Then Kat found her best friend bent over a toilet with her fingers down her throat, and Kat sprung into action. She told their parents, and all three of them got Marley to start therapy.

Kat had already lost her mom, her first best friend, to something she couldn’t prevent; she wasn’t going to lose Marley to something that she could prevent. So Kat was attentive to everything, researched every aspect of eating disorders, and watched Marley like a hawk. When it came time to apply for colleges, Kat was relieved that Marley applied to schools in New York, too. She didn’t like the idea of the girl not being by her side; not only did she want to keep an eye on her, but she couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather have as her roommate in the Big Apple.

♫ She said spread your wings, my little butterfly ♫

Deciding on a school was a hard choice for Kat. For years Kat juggled a love and passion for both fashion and music, but she knew pursuing both career paths wasn’t realistic. After a lot of soul searching, Kat ended up choosing to go to Parsons to major in fashion design. She decided music was something she wanted to do, but fashion was what she needed to do, either by being a designer or running Vogue. So Kat would sketch and create outfits, often using Marley as her model, while Marley would write songs. Eventually Marley started bringing over her friend Norah Puckerman to help with the songwriting process, and Kat slowly started to befriend her as well, even if the two of them wouldn’t admit it at first.

Since Marley started hanging out more with Norah, Kat found her own thing: YouTube. During her freshman year, Kat started her own channel called Kat’s Korner. She started simple by doing some makeup tutorials, but when she did her first skin care tutorial, she started to really get some followers (there was a reason her skin was always on point). Kat went on to give fashion and life advice, while also showcasing a lot of Marley and even Norah. She came out after some speculation from her fans, because she wanted them to know she was proud of her sexuality, though she rarely talked about her love life on the channel.

That was partly because her love life was basically non-existent. She dated one girl in high school, but they broke up shortly after Kat moved to New York. After that, it seemed impossible to find anyone who interested her who was interested back. Tinder was full of creepy guys wanting threesomes and girls who just wanted a fling. She was too scared to get a fake ID to go to a gay bar, so that never happened. It was depressing, so she threw herself into school and her YouTube channel, and then when Marley asked if she’d join her band, Kat threw herself into that as well. She occasionally dated around, but just never found anyone that sparked her interest enough for her to slow down and try to date them for real. It was better too busy to try to date than have to deal with rejection or failure. 

Soon after Kat, Marley, and Norah joined forces, they held auditions and found Quinn Fabray. After that, Kat’s life was a blur of school, YouTube, and The Sirens. Her channel often featured her bandmates in interviews or vlogs, which helped promote them and get them bigger and better gigs in New York. They were starting to actually be fairly successful, and Kat loved having a life where she could pursue fashion and music.

Of course, she’d always pick fashion in the end. When her senior year approached, she was optimistic that her increasing level of YouTube fame (which, by the way, definitely helped pay the bills) would help her get a job in fashion. Kat started filling out applications for Vogue and some fashion lines in between homework and band gigs.

But instead of getting an interview for Vogue, Sabrina Smythe came to one of their performances and The Sirens got a recording contract.

It wasn’t really what Kat expected. She almost wasn’t sure if she wanted it. She loved performing and, again, she had wanted to pursue that along with fashion, but she decided fashion was her first and true love. After years of dedicating herself primarily to fashion, she wasn’t sure she was ready to go to music as her main career. Of course, Kat realized it would be dumb to turn down the job, so she signed on and, of course, promoted the album to her followers. And their self-titled debut album was a huge hit, definitely partly due to Kat’s fans.

Once she graduated college and the album had been out for a while, the band went on tour. Kat’s YouTube page got even more hits, and when the media found out she was gay, she suddenly became an inspiration and a role model. That and her love of fashion got her involved in some solo ads and photoshoots and she even got to write a guest article in Vogue like some god damn fairy tale dream come true. She would always joke that she felt like the Pete Wentz of the group; she was the bassist who a lot of people seemed to know, and she also used to have romantic feelings for Ashlee Simpson. 

Now that the second album is out and the tour is about to start, Kat’s excited to see how it goes. She’s also nervous since, well, a few companies have reached out to her about starting a fashion line. This has been her dream for years, so she wants to make sure every design she creates is absolutely perfect. Combine that stress with traveling, performance nerves, Marley worries, Quinn/Norah worries, YouTube videos (Sabrina insists she keeps doing them), and the fact that she has to deal with all the pressures of being the “out” member of the band...let’s just say that Kat has a bit of a short fuse at the moment. Stir in the fact that her dad convinced her to hire her stepsister as their tour drummer, and you have a recipe for disaster.

♫ Don’t let what they say keep you up at night ♫

Marley Rose: What can Katrina Hummel say about Marley Rose? It’s really almost too simple: Marley is truly Kat’s best friend. Marley saved Kat from a lifetime of loneliness, and Kat will always be grateful for her; she gave her confidence and stuck by her side when no one else their age did. She’s not sure if she would have survived her schooling years if Marley hadn’t moved into her room. Yeah, they annoyed and still annoy each other like any sisters do (and, truly, they’re sisters at this point, not cousins), but they love each other. Although it’s been years since Marley developed her eating disorder and she hasn’t relapsed, Kat has been terrified of losing her since, and, okay, she can admittedly be a bit too protective of the girl. How could she not be when losing her would mean losing her best friend and confidant? Marley knows everything there is to know about Kat...except that whole Sabrina thing. Regardless, Marley is the most important person in Kat’s life, and after years of worrying about and protecting her, Kat can’t just turn that fear off. She even sat Norah down for a talk about watching Marley when the two decided to move in together, but she stills worries...even if it’s nice to have her own space for the first time in years in her very fancy (if small) studio apartment.

Norah Puckerman: When Kat first met Norah, they did not get along, but they’ve since found common ground and a true friendship. They have a lot of fun teasing and bickering with each other and fighting over what movies to watch when they all hang out and making sure Marley makes good decisions (even if Norah suggests tequila shots time to time), and, okay, they sound like they’re married...whatever. Their friendship reached another turning point during the creation of Persephone in the Underworld. The two of them spent a lot of late nights writing out lyrics and harmonies, each of them pushing the other while laughing over late Chinese delivery food. She also gave Norah a big speech on watching over Marley when the two decided to move in together, and Kat’s been impressed with how much Norah’s been watching over her. They’d always been friends, but now there’s an additional level of respect between the two of them. Kat’s intrigued to spend more time with her, since they’re bunking together on this one. Sabrina also wants Kat to tutor Norah on proper interview etiquette whenever she can, but she’s not sure Norah’s going to like that part very much, and even Kat doubts she can get Norah to control her tongue. And it’s probably a sign that Kat has spent too much time with her when she starts to joke about how she must be the first girl who wanted Norah to not use her tongue, huh? Well...it’s a funny joke, and Kat can admit that, if it wasn’t for the potential drama, she wouldn’t be completely against something like that happening once or twice. But she thinks Norah deserves something more than just a hook-up, though she’s not sure Norah agrees with her.

Quinn Fabray: First of all, Quinn is literally the prettiest girl in the world, so jot that down. But seriously, the first thing Kat noticed about Quinn was how attractive she was. She marched into their audition (in a fantastic outfit, Kat would add), and then she was good on top of it. Kat and Quinn quickly bonded over fashion and makeup, something they seemed to have more in common than the others - Marley dressed well and Norah could put together a nice smoky eye, but neither of them had as similar of styles as Kat and Quinn. Kat loves Quinn with all her heart, and Quinn seems to be the only person who gets Kat to calm down her Marley stresses, since sometimes she seems like the only person Marley listens to at all. In return, Kat’s always there for Quinn when she needs to talk about her family or sexuality issues. They’re both, of course, completely comfortable deciding on the outfits the band will wear for performances together. It’s a true sign of trust that Kat would let anyone help with that.

Sabrina Smythe: So, remember Kat’s love life? Well, being famous makes dating hard enough, but it’s even harder when you’re a gay woman, so your dating pool is already limited. It’s even harder when you hooked up with your manager who hates commitment and now wants to be all “professional” with you. Kat hasn’t told anyone what happened between the two of them the night of their album release party...or that they’ve hooked up a couple of other times since then. Hey, Kat might look innocent, but she likes sex, okay? They both haven’t hooked up for months, which is good, because Kat knows the two of them wouldn’t work in the long run. Or, well, at least she tells herself that; Kat’s not sure she’s entirely convinced herself. But, then again, she also knows after years of not dating, she probably isn’t the best judge of a good relationship anyways.

Kitty Wilde: The high school version of Kat would never have seen herself befriending Kitty Wilde. Kitty, while fashionable and snarky, is also a God-fearing Christian, and Kat is very much an atheist. Just from knowing what she did about Quinn’s family, Kat was a bit wary about getting to know her. But when push comes to shove, Kat will try to get along with most people, especially people who happen to be playing with the band on tour (Kitty’s playing drums for their set since they don’t have an official drummer). The two ended up bonding over similar interests in celebrities, fashion, and, of course, the awful feline puns that came with their names. Honestly, try being a lesbian with the nickname “Kat”; she’s pretty sure the only name that would be worse is something like “Pussy Galore”. Anyways, Kitty quickly got a spot on Kat’s channel and the two embraced their names to start doing vlogs and instagram posts together labeled #KittyKat or #KitKat, though they worry people will see that trending and assume it’s about the candy. Anyways, the two have developed a fast friendship, and Kitty has promised to help with Kat’s channel, which she honestly needs to survive this tour. Kitty is one of the few people on tour who's actually getting her to relax.

Santana Lopez: Kat knows that she does what she does well, and not just when it comes to instruments. She has the highest follower count of everyone on tour, she does the most Q&As, and she makes videos constantly. She’s also possibly the best known member of the band and has branched out the most. So, of course, Santana loves her for that. And as Kat learned about Santana, Kat started to really like her and admire her social media status. While the two can butt heads, the two of them respect each other a lot and it’s nice. At least someone on their managerial team actually respects her.

Jackie Puckerman: Between KittyKat, her fashion line, the music rehearsals, and her own drama, Kat hasn’t had time to keep up with all the gossip as much as she normally would. And that means she hasn’t gotten to know Jackie too well. But, weirdly, whenever their conversations happen, Jackie seems to bring up Norah. And given her complicated feelings about that subject, she’s not necessarily into talking about it with someone she doesn’t know that well. Or, then again, maybe someone on the outside looking in can offer a better perspective. She’s still debating.

Rachel Berry: Rachel is so talented. Honestly, she gave Kat chills when she first heard her sing on “Stars in the Sky”, and that was their first take! Really, that’s all Kat knows about Rachel from in-person interactions. Of course, now she’s heard so many stories and praises from Kitty that she really wants to get to know her better. Kat assumes that any friend of both Quinn and Kitty is a friend of hers, but the two have never really gotten to talk much. Kat doesn’t want to push her into being friends or anything, but actually having a full conversation with her would be nice, especially since Kat’s getting so close to Kitty nowadays. She assumes Rachel would feel the same way about it, even if she seems a bit mean about it. 

Blair Anderson: Kat and Blair have an…interesting relationship. At first the two of them got along, because they do have some similar interests - singing, musical theater, all of that. And maybe there was some flirting, but for Kat, it was all in hopes of making Sabrina a little jealous. She’d look back over at Sabrina every time Blair made her laugh and hope to get a response, but she never got it. And, yes, she felt bad about doing it and stopped, eventually. Now the two are somewhat friendly, but Kat doesn’t fully trust anyone who spends that much time with both her stepsister and Sam. Then again, Blair is also sisters with the Best Looking Woman in North America (which, come on, everyone calls her), which intrigues Kat some more...but pointing that out seemed to piss Blair off for whatever dumb reason.

Sam Evans: Sam is sweet, dorky, and, honestly, she makes Kat laugh a lot. Hell, she even does a good Bella Swan impression, which should really be impossible (and it’s a bit hot when you’re a gay girl who’s always been into Kristen Stewart and considered yourself Alice Cullen and, seriously, Alice/Bella would’ve been perfect). In any other situation, Sam would be someone Kat would crush on, or at least be really close friends with...but that’s unfortunately not the case. Kat has noticed the tension between Sam and Sabrina, and it’s obviously very sexual. She has no idea what’s actually going on between those two, but she’s suspicious. Kat’s keeping an eye on Sam, since she’s not sure how she feels about Sam and Sabrina possibly having something - especially since Sabrina insisted she wouldn’t pursue Kat because of their professional relationship. 

Fiona Hudson: Kat had a crush on Fiona in high school, okay? Yeah, it’s dumb because, while she’s pretty, she’s a huge dork and the only reason Kat liked her was because she was actually nice to her. While Kat got friends throughout high school, she was still mocked and bullied a lot. Fiona was her knight in flannel armor, the girl she liked from afar. But then Kat got a girlfriend and she eventually moved on...only for Fiona to move into her house and become her stepsister and bond with her father. While Kat had grown up sharing her father with Marley, seeing someone else get along so well with Burt hurt. Seeing how much Fiona and Burt laughed and joked together when Kat helped plan the wedding tore her up. They never laughed and talked like that. And then her father had the nerve to ask her to get her a job? Kat did it, though she made sure she would not play drums for her band. Fiona couldn’t have everything that was hers...until their initial tour drummer had to drop. Kat tried her best to persuade them to use Kitty for both sets, but Sabrina said it would be too hard on Kitty and the band was afraid it would make their set suffer and couldn’t Fiona just play their rather simple beats? Kat is furious about the situation, but she’s good at hiding how she feels by just putting on a smile and saying she’s joking. And at least it’s not like Fiona’s joining the band, right?

♫ And they can’t detain you, ‘cause wings are made to fly ♫

How do you feel about being publicly out while Quinn and Norah aren’t?

[answer here]

Have you ever considered quitting the band to focus on fashion?

[answer here]

JBI asks: If you could give anyone on tour a makeover, who would it be?

[answer here]

#katrina hummel #kat hummel #bio #c #the sirens #switched #kurt hummel #kh #o

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Bright Smiles and Tired Eyes ~ part 1

(i posted this the first time as an answer to a prompt. but i’m adding more so i’m gonna post them in parts as i write them! I’ll try and ad links to each of the previous parts but i’m forgetful so no promises, i’ll be adding the chapters on my ao3 as well so i may just link to that as i go, it’s easier! this is just the original part! i’ll update once i get the second chapter finished! enjoy guys!!! <3)

Summary: Modern Au, Punk!Jaskier, Creature!Jaskier. Geralt needs a new roommate to help him pay rent. Jaskier answers his ad. Through a handful of circumstances and series of events... there’s bed sharing. And some angst.

Word Count: 5990

Ao3

Finding a roommate had been… more difficult, than anticipated. Geralt wasn’t sure why he was surprised, people didn’t want to room with him for the same reasons no one wanted to give him work. Witcher’s were… disliked, to say the least. Yennefer had helped him put an ad together, his had been… short winded. She’d worked her magic, no pun intended, and wrote him an ad that was at least promising. She’d refused all his grumblings about her just moving in with him, to help him out. She refused to live with ex’s, even if they were still very good friends. The ad helped. His appearance and… profession, did not.

He’d met with several people already. At least ten, maybe more, he’d lost count and was getting tired. Tired of people coming into the small shop and sitting in front of him, reeking of fear. Tired of people seeing him and turning right around again to march out the door, not even giving him the curtesy of a ‘no thank you’. Tired of being gawked at, and refused, and glared at. He’d been spit on once and had put his fingers through the edge of the table, gripping it tightly, instead of putting his fist through their head. He liked the girl who ran this shop, she was nice, sweet, and she wasn’t afraid him. She was also dating Yennefer and he didn’t want to get on, either, of their bad sides, by starting, and finishing, a fight.

It had been three weeks, if he didn’t find a new tenant soon, he’d have to move, and that would just be worse, he’d never find another place that would give space to a witcher. He moved his finger in small circles on the table top, looking up when he heard the bell on the door chime. The man who walked through was… not human. Not entirely at least, there was a very strong other smell to him. Geralt couldn’t pin it down though, it was buried under the scent of his cologne, and something else that smelled like… cinnamon. His hair was spiked into a bright blue mohawk, tattoos were scattered across the skin that Geralt could see, his flannel stopped at his elbows. There were piercings too, Geralt could see them catching the light as he moved to the counter and ordered a coffee, something sickeningly sweet.

Geralt watched Renfri make the order and hand it to the man with a smile. He nodded his thanks and then turned gracefully, his eyes, bright as fire in the night, scanned the room. His shinning eyes landed on Geralt and he nodded, Geralt wasn’t sure if he was nodding at him or to himself so he sat still, his eyes going back to the table top. He heard the man approach slowly.

“Geralt? That you? From the ad?” his voice was like honey and Geralt’s stomach dropped. He looked up at the man and nodded. He smiled down at him in return, and pointed at the seat across from Geralt, his eyebrows arched in question. Geralt nodded again. He sat.

“So umm… I feel like I should maybe open with the fact that I’m not human. And uh… clearly, you’re… a witcher. So if me being… not human, isn’t okay for you, I can go. I just-“ his hands were fiddling nervously next to his coffee cup.

“I just wanted to be honest up front. And not just because I’m worried you’ll kill me.” He laughed, awkwardly, cleared his throat, and took a very large swig of his coffee. Geralt watched him, watched his fingers wrap around the cup, his eyes moving over the music notes tattooed across his knuckles. He let the man set his coffee back down before he spoke.

“I’m not going to kill you.” Geralt said, picking up his own cup, bringing it to his lips.

“Yet.” He said and took a drink, trying not to smirk as the man squirmed in his seat before smiling softly, catching the joke. And that… was new. The man nodded, his mohawk not moving at all on his head, Geralt eyed it and then moved his eyes back to his face, he was wearing eyeliner, like those eyes needed any help standing out, and there were two lip rings shining against his bottom lip, more scattered in his ears. Geralt watched him take another sip of his coffee and thought he saw a tongue ring too as the man’s tongue ran quickly over his lip.

“So what are you? If you don’t mind me asking.” Geralt laced his fingers together on the table and watched the man in front of him. His cheeks reddened, and there was something in his eyes. Geralt thought it looked suspiciously like shame.

“Uh… A uh.. a siren. Well half of one, anyway. On my mother’s side. And I don’t- I don’t use it. The- the siren thing. It’s just- it’s just sort of there. I don’t use it on people, that would be…bad.” He finished lamely. His hands clasped together on the table, tightly, the scent of shame pouring off of him in waves. He was staring at the table, and for the first time since he’d seen the man, the scent of fear hit Geralt’s senses. Geralt stared at him, looked at him for a very long time, he knew that look, and he knew that smell. It wasn’t just fear. Or shame. It was both, dancing together across the man’s skin. He wasn’t afraid of Geralt, not the way he probably should have been, he was afraid of Geralt’s reaction. No doubt trained to be frightened of it through past experiences. Geralt felt an odd urge to reach out and comfort the man, he frowned and shoved the urge deep.

This man, who wasn’t just a man, was sitting in front of him, not afraid of the witcher in front of him, but afraid that the person in front of him, would hate him. Hate him solely for what he was, despite not knowing him, just knowing what he was. Geralt looked at him, and knew that feeling well.

“What’s you’re name?”  The man’s eyes shot up from the table, he stared at him, blue eyes shining. Geralt raised his eyebrows, and waited.

“Ah! Um, Jaskier. I’m Jaskier.” He reached his hand out, clearly an instinct, his eyes flashing with worry immediately as his hand crossed into Geralt’s space. Geralt lowered his eyes to the hand extended to him, he watched it move back, the smallest amount, an unsure movement that was, somehow, endearing. He moved his hand up and placed in the hand that was offered, the man, Jaskier, smiled at him, and they shook.

“Geralt.” Jaskier smiled again, dropping his hand back on the table, fingers tap out a small rhythm.

“The room’s yours if you want it.” Geralt knew this was probably a bad idea. And he knew more, that Yennefer was going to yell at him, call him irresponsible, and, most likely, a great many other thing. But as sat here, looking across the table at the shining blue eyes of this shame filled siren, he knew he’d let her call him whatever she liked.

“Really? Are you sure? I mean, if you’re at all uncomfortable- I don’t want to impose or anything or- or get in your way. Or get you in… trouble. With the… witcher…people.” He narrowed his eyes, obviously knowing he sounded like an idiot as the words staggered out of his mouth. Geralt took a sip of coffee to hide his smirk, at least he knew he sounded ridiculous.

“The… Witcher people, will be fine. And I’m sure.” He slipped his fingers into his pocket and slid the small business card across the table.

“That’s the address, you can move in as soon as you want. Do you need any help?” He wasn’t sure why he’d asked that. He’d never offered his help to anyone before, well, to an extent. He’d offered to kill monsters, but never to help someone move. He didn’t even have a truck, or a car, no vehicle to help move anything. He furrowed his brow, mainly at himself.

“Oh no, I’m alright. I don’t have much.” He slid his hand across the table top, pulling the card to him, it disappeared from his fingers before Geralt’s eyes and he found himself wondering for the first time if Jaskier was maybe something other than just half a siren.

“But thank you.” His voice was soft. He drummed his fingers for a moment, filling the silence spreading between them, and then slowly stood up. He waved, took a couple steps and then turned around again.

“Seriously thank you. I’ve been looking for a place for ages. No one- no one seemed to want to give me a chance.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes glancing between the floor and Geralt. Geralt nodded and felt his lips move into a small smile.

“I know the feeling. See you soon Jaskier.” The man, Jaskier, smiled down at him, nodded, and turned to leave again. Geralt watched him go, watching the graceful way he walked despite the clunky combat boots on his feet. Geralt couldn’t stop his eyes moving slowly up the man’s back, the black skinny jeans hugging his legs and hips snuggly, there was red bandana peeking out from under the blue and back flannel that covered his ass and hung nicely on his broad shoulders. He watched Jaskier pull the door open, he spun on his heel, giving Geralt a small wave. Geralt raised his hand in return and watched Jaskier disappear down the street. He looked back to his coffee, took a sip, and wished he’d asked for something with cinnamon.

“Well he seemed nice.” Geralt jumped as Renfri threw herself into the seat Jaskier had left empty. She stared him down, chin resting on her hands, a smile on her lips and a knowing look in her eyes.

“Shut up Renfri.” He grunted, pushing himself out of his seat and walking out the door.

~*~

He moves in two days later. And he was right when he said he didn’t have much. He brought a bed, a small dresser, one duffle bag of clothing, and two instruments. A guitar strapped to his back, and a keyboard hung over his shoulder. Geralt helped him with the bed and the dresser, the delivery men had just dropped them on the sidewalk. Jaskier had knocked on his door looking sheepish. Geralt brushed it off and easily carried his things in for him, helping him set his room up the way he wanted it. The room was spacious, Geralt lived in a good-sized loft, and Jaskier’s few items made it seem, achingly empty.

Geralt left him to his own devices after they got his things settled, letting Jaskier wander around the apartment, looking things over, his fingers drumming against his thigh, he was clearly forcing himself not to reach out and touch everything in sight.

“You can touch things if you want. It’s not a museum.” Geralt smirked when Jaskier jumped, but smiled when the musician smiled at him and turned back to the bookshelf he was walking by slowly, his hand immediately reaching out, fingers brushing over each title gently, Geralt noted that his nails were painted black. The smile stayed on his face as he looked through the books.

“I didn’t realize I was moving into a library.” Jaskier called over his shoulder, his mohawk was green today, a dark emerald color, it only served to make his eyes even more vibrant.

“You can read them if you want. What’s mine is yours.” Geralt waved his hand toward the bookcase as he stepped into the kitchen, shoving his sleeves up his arms.

“Is that so?” he could hear the insinuation laced in Jaskier’s voice and froze. He turned to look at him, Jaskier was leaning against the bookcase, book open in his hands, one foot tucked over the other, his flannel was red today. He must have felt Geralt staring, he looked up from the book, eyes wide, inquisitive.

“What?” he asked, his face a mask of innocence. Geralt actually couldn’t tell, if it was a mask or not.

“Nothing. Sorry.” He shook his head and continued into the kitchen, his shoulders rolling, trying to move the tension out.

“You hungry?” he called, opening the fridge.

“I could eat.” His voice sounds, far away. Geralt glances past the fridge door and sees him still standing there, nose in the book, his eyes darting back and forth over the page. Geralt starts grabbing things out the fridge, sets them on the counter.

“You like pasta?” he asks, watching him stand there and read.

“Hmm?” he hums, not listening at all. Geralt smiles then, really smiles, and turns to hide it.

“You can sit on the couch you know? You don’t have stand.” Geralt grabs pots and pans and spoons and all the things he’ll need.

“What? Oh. Thanks yeah. Hey did you say something about pasta?” Jaskier’s voice gets louder as he walks toward the kitchen, he throws himself onto one of the stools at the island, Geralt glances back at him and he freezes.

“Am I gonna be in the way here?” he points at the marble island top where he’s set his book down. Geralt shakes his head and continues working.

“Do you… want help?” Geralt can feel him leaning to the side, trying to see what Geralt’s doing.

“You know how to make pasta?”

“Well that depends.” He hears Jaskier flop the book over, keeping his place.

“On what?” Geralt turns then, leaning back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Is it pasta from a box? And sauce from a jar? Or is it like, pasta pasta? And homemade sauce?” Jaskier is smiling at him, not a bright smile, a soft smile, just tilting the corners of his lips a little.

“Which one can you make?” Geralt asks, trying hard not to return the smile, his resolves slips a little when Jaskier leans back on the barstool and grins.

“You look at me, and tell me which one you think I can make.” He flattens his hand over his chest, his palm covering the design of the band shirt he’s wearing under his flannel. Geralt snorts.

“Box pasta. All the way.” He shakes his head and turns back to the counter, his cheeks burning at the look in Jaskier’s eyes.

“Wooow! Unbelievable. Ye of little faith!” his voice is full of drama, and humor, and happiness. It makes Geralt’s skin tingle. Without his permission he turns back to Jaskier, body moving on its own.

“So you can make real pasta then?” Geralt looks at him, one eyebrow cocked high. Jaskier looks at him, smiling still, brightly this time, his tongue running over his bottom lip, teeth coming down to pull the lip between it, his lip rings making small sounds against his teeth. He doesn’t hold the stare long before he’s snorting.

“Oh fuck no. Look at me. I’ve been eating SpaghettiOs out of a can for three months. The best thing I can make is grilled cheese.” He flips the book back over, that maddening smile still on his lips.

“But it is a mean grilled cheese. Add some tomato soup on the side and it’s a gourmet meal for me.” He glances up at Geralt quickly and then back to the book, his smile falling slowly as he gets pulled back in by the words on the pages in front of him. Geralt watches him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes for the first time. He has them hidden so well with his eyeliner that if you’re not looking closely you miss them. Geralt supposes that that is the point. He sighs and begins cooking. Jaskier reading at the counter, the small noises of, him, a comfort in the normally silent apartment.

“I forgot to mention I was a musician. I hope that’s not a problem. I mean, I figured you’d have said something earlier than now, like when you saw the guitar, but you also sort of seem like the kind of person to not want to say much. Even if you really really wanna say something. So I thought I’d bring it up incase it’s an issue for you. But I do have headphones, so I won’t be like, having jam sessions or anything did you really make those noodles that’s insane, that you can do that.” Geralt jumped at the sudden talking, and raised his eyebrows at the sudden onslaught of words coming from the man behind him. He turned to look at him and found the book he’d been reading closed and pushed to the side, he felt his cheeks heat up at the thought that Jaskier had possibly been watching him for some time.

“Can you have jam sessions with an acoustic guitar and a keyboard?” Geralt smirked at him, Jaskier rested his chin on his hands and looked at him.

“I’ve had jam sessions with less.” He quirked an eyebrow at Geralt, challenging him.

“Hmm?” he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest again, the noodles boiling behind him.

“I have! I once had a session with nothing but a metal spoon, a bucket, and half a tambourine.” He dropped his hands onto the counter and smiled again. Geralt huffed, all this guy did was fucking smile. And the worst part was, it was warm, and infectious, and fucking genuine.

“Half a tambourine.” Geralt mused, turning away again, stirring the noodles and the sauce before walking to the pantry. He pulled out a loaf of bread and heard Jaskier gasp.

“Are you about to make actual garlic bread with that fancy Aladdin bread right there?” his hands were flat on the island top now, slender fingers splayed out in front of him. Geralt paused and looked at him.

“Aladdin bread?” he repeated back to him. Jaskier nodded excitedly, hopping off the barstool and walking around to where Geralt was standing, moving into his space slowly and taking the bread from him gently.

“Yeah! Aladdin bread, like in Aladdin, at the beginning when he’s stealing bread and running from the guards with Abu and it’s a perfect little loaf like this one?” Jaskier does a twirl, spinning easily in the small space and brandishing the loaf of bread like a sword, the end level with Geralt’s chest, the exact spot someone would shove a knife to strike his heart. Jaskier was still smiling, wiggling his eyebrows at him. Cheeky. Geralt brough his hand up the bread, curling is fingers around the loaf.

“Right. And, in this situation.” Geralt stepped closer, pressing into Jaskier’s space the way he’d done to him. He watched Jaskier swallow roughly, eyes wide, nodding for Geralt to continue.

“Are you Aladdin. Or the monkey?” his voice was dry, he pulled the bread from Jaskier’s grip easily, poking him in the chest gently to guild him out of the way. Jaskier squawked, mock offence filling his voice as he held his hands up in surrender and backed away, letting Geralt push him out of his space. He settled on the barstool once more and continued to watch Geralt cook.

Geralt was used to being stared at. People stared at him all the time. This was different though. This stare wasn’t… hateful. It was… curious. Jaskier watched him with eyes full of curiosity, tracking his movements like a cat tracking a bird through a window. Geralt could feel his gaze on his back, eyes moving over his body, and for the first time, in a long time, he didn’t feel threatened by it. Or objectified by it, though Jaskier was no doubt looking at him… in that way. Geralt could smell it on him, he could smell how… appreciative, Jaskier was. He rolled his shoulders as he began mixing the garlic for the bread and heard Jaskier sigh behind him, a small thing, barely there.

He glanced over his shoulder, the feel of Jaskier’s eyes on him gone now, and saw the man had rested his head on his arms. Geralt knew he wasn’t sleeping, his heart beating at a regular pace behind his ribs. Geralt lips twitched again and he shook his head, finishing the garlic mix and brushing it onto the bread. He popped it in the oven and waited, resting against the counter, and letting his eyes fall to the musician half asleep on his island. His green mohawk was scrunched against his arm, his eyes moving behind his eyelids, fingers twitching where they rested on his arm.

Geralt could hear his heartbeat slowing as sleep tried to take him. His eyes moving faster and faster behind his eye lids. Geralt was sure he was nearly asleep now, his heart beating slower and slower. And then he flinched. His whole body jumping as he sat up, blinking hard at the bright lights in the kitchen, Geralt turned away quickly. He watched Jaskier’s reflection in the window on the stove. He rubbed at his eyes and pulled the book closer to him, flipping through it until he found his place. He rested his chin in his palm and began reading, his tired eyes moving slowly, blinking hard a few more times. Geralt felt a tug deep in his chest, his fingers itching at his side, and then he jumped himself when the timer on the oven began to ding.

~*~

Jaskier doesn’t sleep. At least he hasn’t. Not for the week he’s been around. Unless he sleeps when Geralt is gone. Which is possible. But the dark circles under his eyes get darker every day. And Geralt hasn’t known him that long, but he’s starting to worry. He lays down that night, barely sleeping himself most nights, and he listens.

He’d told Jaskier he wouldn’t be home until late. And then he’d gotten home early. He got cleaned up, took a shower, peaked through the crack in Jaskier’s door and saw him sitting at his keyboard, headphones draped over his neck, his fingers moving nimbly over the keys. Geralt stared for a moment longer and headed to his room. He threw himself onto his bed, his body tired, the job hadn’t been terrible. Just chasing off a few rowdy young werewolves. They’d barely put up a fight before running off back home. But the small fight had left him aching, getting throw into walls would do that. He laid in the dark, listening to the small sounds coming from across the hall.

And then Jaskier started singing.

He realized he’d made a mistake immediately. The sound of Jaskier’s voice immediately making his head fuzzy. He pushed himself out bed with a grunt. His feet stumbling beneath him as the haunting voice filled the halls of their apartment. He used every ounce of energy inside himself to shove his body through his bedroom door. He took two steps and had to brace himself against the wall, his head was swimming, his ears ringing, Jaskier’s voice filling his ears and pulling him under. He made it another step before he fell, his body falling into Jaskier’s door and then slamming to the floor as the door swung open, hard, knocking into the wall. Jaskier’s voice caught in his throat as he jumped out of his chair and stumbled backwards, hands flailing as he looked toward the door with wide eyes. Geralt laid on the floor, still unable to move his body properly.

“Oh fuck. Geralt! Shit no no no, you aren’t supposed to be home why are you hear?” he sounded panicked as he ran over to Geralt, falling to his knees next to him, his hands hovering just over Geralt’s body.

“Shit. Fuck I’m so sorry.” His voice was small. The cheer and happiness usually tinting his words was gone now, completely.

“Geralt. Fuck.” His hands finally settled on his own knees, moving up and down his thighs, the air around him was thick with worry.

“M’fine Jaskier.” Geralt mumbled as best he could, his cheek pressed roughly against the floor.

“No. You’re not. Look at you. I- oh hang on!” his hands flailed again as pushed himself off the floor, across the room in seconds, digging through his dresser for something. He made a small sound when he found it, and was back in front of Geralt in seconds. His slim fingers wrapped around something small and brown, both hands holding it, he brought it close to Geralt’s face and snapped it in half. Cinnamon filled his senses, his head cleared almost immediately. He grunted and pushed himself to his knees, noting how Jaskier scrambled backwards, moving away from him.

“I’m- I should- I should leave.” Jaskier’s voice was shaky, barely even a whisper in the silent room. Geralt picked up the broken pieces of the cinnamon stick Jaskier had snapped in front of him, holding them in his hand.

“Cinnamon.” He said, maybe a little dumbly. He looks up at Jaskier then, and what he sees makes his heart drop into his stomach. Jaskier had moved as far away from him as possible, his arms wrapped around himself, fingers digging into his ribs where he clutched at himself. There were tears falling down his cheeks as he stared at the ground. He looked impossibly small. Geralt pushed himself to his feet.

“It’s okay Jas-“

“No it isn’t!” he almost screamed it, his voice rising louder than Geralt had ever heard it. Jaskier sunk to the floor. His arms pulling his knees close to his chest as sobs fell from his mouth. Geralt crept closer, clenching his fists at his sides as Jaskier hid his face against his knees. He crouched down next to him, his hand reaching out slowly to touch his shoulder. Jaskier flinched, but Geralt left his hand there, refusing to move it.

“You didn’t do it on purpose.” He soothed, his thumb moving in small circles.

“It was an accident.”

Jaskier snorted humorlessly and looked up at Geralt, eyes full of self-loathing.

“It’s always an accident.” He says, voice thick with, something.

“I can’t fucking control it. And I- I could have hurt you.” The tears fall down his face like rain on a window. He bites his lip and sniffles, pulling the sleeve of his shirt down over his hand and wiping at nose.

“But you didn’t. I should have told you I was home. I saw you didn’t have your headphones on.” His hand moves off Jaskier’s shoulder as he stands, keeping himself pressed against the wall.

“You’re trying to make this your fault?” Jaskier scoffs.

“It’s at least a little my fault.” Geralt says, taking a few steps back, giving Jaskier some room. He smiles at him then, trying to show Jaskier that he really doesn’t blame him. It wasn’t Jaskier’s fault. They had an agreement. The only time Jaskier would sing out loud was when Geralt wasn’t home. And he wasn’t supposed to be home. And he hadn’t let Jaskier know he was in the house. Sure, Jaskier should have heard him, but he had been writing music, and Jaskier rarely hears anything when he’s writing music, or listening to music, or playing music, and reading books. He gets lost in his head so easily. So yes, Geralt didn’t just think it was his fault, he knew it was.

“I should have let you know I was home. That was the deal. I broke it. It’s my fault.” He looked at Jaskier pointedly, kept his eyes on him until Jaskier finally looked up from the floor. His eyes shining with tears.

“It’s okay. Okay?” Jaskier pulled his lip between his teeth and nodded. Geralt nodded back and stepped further away. He watched Jaskier for a moment, watched his hands finally fall to his sides, watched him all but collapse onto his bed, sitting on the edge picking a hole in the knee of his jeans. Geralt walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. He peaked back into Jaskier’s room, he was laying on the bed now, arm draped over his eyes.

“Hey.” Geralt called quietly. Jaskier peeked at him from under his arm, Geralt tossed the bottle to him, he caught it easily.

“Thanks.” Was all he got in return, Jaskier’s voice still small.

“Get some rest.” Geralt said, trying his best to smile again, and pulled the door closed. He watched the line of light under the door until it went dark and went back to his room, hoping that Jaskier would actually get to sleep.

He’d just about drifted off himself when heard the screams. He sat bolt upright, his hands fisting in front of him, ready for a fight. The screams stopped and he realized it was Jaskier. Across the hall. Screaming in his sleep. He focused his hearing, reaching out in the dark. Jaskier’s heart was racing, Geralt could hear him whimpering now. Another shout rang out through the dark and he heard Jaskier flail in his bed, and then heard a thud as he fell out of it. He heard Jaskier struggle to get untangled from his sheets, and then heard him pad down the hall to the bathroom.

He heard Jaskier climb into the shower, even heard him crying under the downpour of water. He listened to him get dressed and then heard him pacing. He walked to Geralt’s door four times. Stopping in front it, pausing, and then going back to his room. His hand had even touched the doorknob at least twice. Geralt waited for him to pace back, waited for him to stop in front if his door, and then called out to him.

“Come in.”

He heard Jaskier gasp. But the door opened, Jaskier shuffled into the room, his pajamas hung loose on him, baggy pajama pants barely hanging onto his hips. He looked small again and Geralt wondered how he did that, went from looking as tall as Geralt, all broad shoulders and long legs, to looking like someone Geralt could put in his pocket. He stood in the dim ray of light from the hall, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Are you alright?” he asked, not moving from the bed, pushing Jaskier to says something, for fear that if he didn’t, Jaskier would just stand there all night, saying nothing.

“N- no. No not really. And um… I’m gonna ask you something. And it might sound odd. And you can say no!” he hurried to add, his hands held out in front of him.

“Just ask.” Geralt grunted.

“Can I um… Can I sleep in here with you?” he asked, Geralt said nothing, sensing he was going to say more, his own heart began beating loudly in his ears.

“It’s just that. I uh… I have these dreams. Well, they’re not dreams really. Nightmares. I guess, is what they are. They’re nightmares. And uh,” he sighed, pushing his hand through his hair, Geralt just now noticing the his spiked up mohawk was soft from his shower, he could a slight curl to his hair.

“I um… I usually have… someone to… someone to sleep with. It- it helps. Having some one to- just having someone… to-“ he cut off, his eyes on the ground, Geralt could smell the embarrassment coming off him, he rubbed his hand over his face.

“To hold you?” Geralt prompted. Jaskier’s eyes snapped up from the floor, meeting Geralt’s in the dark. He swallowed hard and nodded.

“It helps. Makes me feel safe.” He was worrying his pajama pants between his fingers.

“I know it’s weird. I just thought I’d ask, I didn’t mean to-“

“Come here.” Geralt waved him over, lying back on the bed, pulling the sheet up in invitation. Jaskier swallowed hard and shuffled forward. He climbed in next to Geralt slowly, laying stiffly next to him. Geralt snorted and moved closer to him.

“Get comfortable.” He moved his fingers to Jaskier’s arm and felt him shiver at the touch.

“You’re sure? Like really sure cuz I get a bit… clingy.” He pushed himself up onto his elbow and looked down at Geralt, the moonlight from the window shinning in his eyes.

“Cling away.” Geralt said, pushing a lock of hair from Jaskier’s forehead with his finger, pulling another shiver from him.

“Okay.” Jaskier breathed, looking down at him, motionless, for a moment longer and then lowering himself down, pressing himself against Geralt gently. His head laying on Geralt’s shoulder, his hand resting on his chest, settled above his heart. His legs pressed against Geralt’s, his foot twitching a bit. Geralt reached down, curled his fingers around Jaskier’s knee and pulled one of his legs over his own so that it rested between them. He moved his hand up to settle on Jaskier’s hip and felt him sigh, finally relaxing completely against him. The only part of him moving now was his fingers, tapping out a gentle rhythm on Geralt’s chest.

“I hate it.” Jaskier whispered. Geralt moved the arm underneath Jaskier to hold his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“I hate that part of me so much.” His breath was warm against Geralt’s chest, Geralt dug his teeth into his lip, wanting to comfort him, be he wanted Jaskier to get it out, whatever it was that he needed to say.

“And everyone else hates it too. As soon as people find out what I am. The look in their eyes, it changes, ya know? It twists, into this, look. Like they- like they’re-“ Geralt can feel tears pooling against his chest, wet and warm. He hears Jaskier choke back a sob and moved his hand into his still damp hair.

“Like they hate you.” Geralt whispers, breathing the words into Jaskier’s hair. He feels Jaskier nod.

“They don’t even know me. I’m not… I’m not like that. I don’t like hurting people.” His fingers curl into Geralt’s shirt, clutching at it tightly.

“I know.”

“How can you know that? We just met. And you’ve seen it. You’ve felt it. What I can do.” He flattens Geralt’s shirt back out, pressing his fingers down against him, pressing out the wrinkles he’d created.

“Jaskier. If you wanted to hurt people, you’d be hurting people. And I’m not sure anyone could stop you.” He moved his fingers to Jaskier’s chin, tilting his head up, making him look at him.

“I don’t think even I could stop you. If you really wanted to, I think you could bring this world to it’s knees with that voice of yours.” He moved his fingertips over Jaskier’s lips, feeling him gasp against them.

“But you haven’t. And you won’t.” He moved his hand to cup Jaskier’s cheek.

“There’s too much kindness in you.” He presses his lips to Jaskier’s forehead and then looks down at him again.

“It shines in your eyes every time you smile. And you fucking smile, all, the time.” Geralt sighs, frustration lacing his voice. Jaskier snorts, his body shaking against Geralt’s. Jaskier pressed closer, his body moving into Geralt’s like it was made to be there, his arm snaking around Geralt and pulling him closer.

“Should I stop smiling? Sounds like it bothers you.” His voice was heavy with sleep now, the heartbeat pressing into Geralt’s side slowing. Jaskier snuggled his head harder into Geralt’s shoulder.

“Don’t ever stop smiling.” Geralt breathed into his hair. He felt Jaskier smile into his chest and moved his fingers slowly along his scalp, listening to his heartbeat and breathing slow as he finally drifted off to sleep. Geralt pulled him closer, holding him tightly in the dark, and let his eyes fall closed. He pressed his nose into Jaskier’s hair and hoped he could at least bring him some peace.

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Miraculous Ladybug Fanfics (10/30/21)

Only Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir fanfics. New stuff is marked with a [NEW] before it.

Ladybug & Chat Noir

Is This How You Feel by irlmagicalgirl Description: In each of us there are always these two The one who stays, the one who’s leaving you I could keep on with the same mistakes Or I could make them with you -- On her way home one night, under the guise and protection of Ladybug, Marinette finds herself stopped outside the Agreste mansion, staring up at Adrien's window. How she made it from the street to his room is beyond her, but she can talk to him as Ladybug in a way she can't as Marinette, and he listens, and the temptation of him and his window are too hard to stay away from. Naturally, her temptation can only lead to angst, confusion, fluff, and sin, reaching towards every corner of the love square. FIC IS FULLY ILLUSTRATED & SOUNDTRACKED. Words: 178,531 Timeline: It's in a slightly AU where the series takes place over a longer time period, so everybody is older Pairing: Adrien/Marienette (in all forms) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Violence but it's like on the show Graphic sex It's also really long, so...

Pouvez-vous me laisser entrer? by DeadGiirlWalkiing Description: Her blue eyes stared back at him, she looked wired up. Her face flushed, although it could have something to do with the air outside. Her beautiful black hair pulled into the regular twin pigtails that seemed so oddly familiar to him. Before he knew it, she was mouthing something. He wasn’t all that great at reading lips, but he knew exactly what she was saying. Can you let me in? Words: 37,537 Timeline: Normal, I guess? Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in all forms) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic sex

Le Chat Noir by ParadiseAvenger Description: Le Chat Noir was the most popular strip club in Paris. Marinette could explain how she wound up there the first time, but she couldn't explain how she kept coming back. Words: 55,926 Timeline: Strip club AU Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in various forms) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Strippers and graphic sex Mentions of models starving themselves for the sake of "fashion"

Sweater Weather by Amiria_Raven, projectml Description: When she was assured that Adrien wasn’t missing his hoodie–yet–her fingers faltered over the keyboard. It wouldn’t hurt for her to borrow it for a little while, right? Words: 4571 Timeline: It seems to indicate that it's some years after the current timeline Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in various forms) Rating: Teen Warnings: Marinette wearing Adrien's oversized sweaters and rocking the sweaterpaws. It is not a drill!

Forget Me Not by speaks Description: After the unexpected defeat of their enemy Ladybug and Chat Noir lose their powers, and thus become separated with no way to find each other. In this post-Hawkmoth world, Marinette and Adrien must each try and find a way to live without their partner. They say loss is a pill that gets easier to swallow over time. Well, whoever said that has never been in love. Words: 19,606 Timeline: Some years past the current timeline, in a world where they manage to defeat Hawk Moth Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in all forms), Alya/Nino Rating: Mature Warnings: Sex/One night stand (sort of) Extreme depression/It never actually comes out and says suicidal thoughts but you can tell that they're there

The Swimsuit Seduction by Indygodusk Description: Chat Noir isn't too worried when he first gets caught by the latest villain and tied to a chair. Case in point, she calls herself Beach Party. What's scary about that? Everything changes when a brainwashed Marinette saunters in after her, looking like a '50s pinup girl in a ladybug spotted swimsuit. Marinette can't help but follow her orders, but when those orders include seducing a certain black cat for information, what's a collared feline to do? Words: 12,914 Timeline: When they're both seniors Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in all forms) Rating: Mature Warnings: Some mild dub-con with that sexy times

Allez Savoir Pourquoi by Yilena Description: Marinette had seen her soulmate for years without knowing his identity, until they bumped into each other at a newly opened cat café. On a whim, she agrees to work for him. AU. Words: 30,022 Timeline: It's a coffee shop/Soulmate AU Pairing: Marinette/Adrien Rating: Explicit Warnings: Some unintended voyeurism, some (consensual) sex

Clear as Day by orphan_account Words: 13647 Timeline: I think that they're aged up? Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in all forms) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Masturbation, voyeurism, consensual sex, hella awkward

Misunderstanding by AlyaBug (MorphologicalMayhem) Description: Ladybug becomes convinced that Chat Noir is a homeless stripper and tries to help him. Chat Noir is confused. Words: 2877 Timeline: Normal? Pairing: Very minor Chat/Ladybug Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Mentions of underaged stripping, but that's as far as it goes

To Be A Hero by AmyEatsCake Description: What does it take to be a hero? Ladybug and Chat Noir have been doing a good job of saving Paris over the past few years, but what happens when they are summoned to a future where the heroes no longer exist? Joined by Alya, the pair must learn how to cope with their future selves and a darkness which has the power to destroy them. Words: 50,987 Timeline: It's a weird time-travel thing where they travel into an alternate timeline and have to set things right Pairing: Adrien/Marinette (in various forms) Rating: Mature Warnings: Some sex (and it's probably not what you're thinking), a hell of a lot of violence, mentions of rape

That Which Ties Us by Resamille Description: “Alya, what do I do?” Adrien cried, voice and expression betraying the maelstrom of emotions contained within him. It was a miracle he hadn't exploded yet. “That depends,” Alya hummed coolly. “What do you want to do?” “What?” “Do you want to go after her?” “Yes. Should I?” “Maybe. Do you like her?” “Yes.” “Do you love her?” ... Finally, definitively, he said: “Yes.” It has been a long time since Chat Noir and Marinette fell inexplicably in love--just not with each other. But when Tikki and Plagg decide that the separation has gone on long enough, for reasons beyond the fact their Chosen are oblivious, it starts off a chain reaction that only gets worse. With new powers and new hearts to hold and break, Adrien and Ladybug are walking thin lines of friendship and romance with their hero and civilian counterparts. Words: 37,942 Timeline: Four years in the future Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in all forms) Rating: Mature Warnings: Some sex but it's not graphic, some mentions of self harm that aren't suicidal in nature (You'll understand when you read it

Ne Me Quitte Pas by imatrisarahtops Description: “This is my umbrella,” Adrien told him, as though he didn't quite believe it and the words would bring some sense to it. “Even I could have told you that,” the kwami said with a shrug, his focus returning to his meal. “Why did she keep my umbrella?” he asked, only half-directing the question at Plagg. The kwami, however, chose to answer anyway. “Well, she is your friend, isn't she?” he asked as he finally gave in and stuffed the cheese in his mouth. He swallowed, closing his eyes in satisfaction. “What's so weird about it?” When Marinette sees Chat Noir on her way home in the rain, she doesn't think twice about giving him her umbrella. Only later does he realize that this is his umbrella. But why would she bother keeping it? He's determined to figure the girl out, but since she can't seem to speak to him as Adrien, his only option is as his alter-ego. Words: 43,357 Timeline: I think it's three years into the future Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in various forms), Alya/Nino Rating: Teen Warnings: Some make outs and minor violence

A sure thing. by Baneismydragon Description: “Tell you what Princess, I will make you a deal. If you ask him out and he rejects you, like you seem to think he will, I will never drop by for any unscheduled visits that don’t involve purple butterflies again. However, if I am right and he says yes, then not only do I reserve the right to continue basking in your presence whenever I so choose, but you will also provide me with free croissants every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the next two months.” “You don’t want to make this bet kitty.” “Oh, I am pretty sure I do.” Words: 11871 Timeline: Past the present season, I guess Pairing: Various forms of Marinette/Adrien Rating: General Warnings: Just a lot of teenage angst

Stray Chat by Pozolegirl Description: Adrien just really wants to be friends with Marinette but...it’s hard to be friends with Marinette Dupain-Cheng and not have both parties become a little tongue tied around each other. So Chat Noir attempts to make friends with Marinette with the aid of his mask instead. Eventually Chat Noir becomes essentially adopted by Marinette after problems at his home, and they will both be hiding things as they start on the new adventure of being thrown suddenly into the experience of being roommates. - This story is finished, but I hope to make some extra chapters for it, just for fun! :) Thank you so much for the support, you guys are amazing! Words: 59463 Timeline: Future Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in various forms) Rating: Teen Warnings: Super fluffy There are also a lot of typos/misplaced words/stuff like that, but the story was cute, so I find that I didn't mind THAT much...

All I Ask Of You Description: ??? Words: ??? Timeline: Normal, I guess Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: It's not got a rating, but it's pretty clean Warnings: Contains a lot of mentions of musical theater

Transform by htbthomas Description: When Adrien runs away from home, only Ladybug can help him. They both find out more than they bargain for. Words: 43,551 Timeline: Set after season 1, I guess Pairing: Marinette/Adrien (in various forms) Rating: Teen Warnings: Violence, but only like what you'd see on the show Some mentions of child abuse and homelessness

Until I lose count by Baneismydragon Description: Adrien hadn't planned on kissing Marinette. He certainly hadn't planned on doing it more than once. He DEFINITELY didn't plan on doing it repeatedly while hiding behind the comfortable anonymity of his alter ego. But some habits are very hard to break, especially when the more times you do something, the less you want to stop. (This is just indulgent Romantic fluff. And kissing. Lots and Lots of kissing. I am such trash I can't even be sorry.) Words: 35,389 Timeline: Um, beyond the first season, I guess? Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: It gets a little steamy in spots, but they never actually show anything; just a heavy implication of those events taking place

No Hard Feelings by nicnac363 Description: The Akuma Prevention Program (APP) was established by Mayor Bourgeois to improve the emotional health and psychological wellbeing of all Parisians. Though a huge success at reducing the overall number of akuma, the program is taking a decided toll on Marinette’s love life. Forced therapy-induced exposure is helping to re-kindle her feelings for a certain blonde, ex-model. Feelings Ladybug’s leather clad, Catboy boyfriend will not be happy about. Or will he? [Oneshot] Rated T for profanity, some PG-13 smooching, and a not-so-vague reference to sex. Words: 6515 Timeline: Like five or so years into the future Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: As mentioned in the description, there's some make-outs and transparent references to sex

Tendencies by KryallaOrchid (It's a four part series) Description: Miraculous have side effects. From pats becoming a necessity to eating flowers, follow Adrien and Marinette as they come to terms with their new tendencies, and each other. Hawk Moth is coming. Words: 239,141 Timeline: It's slightly AU halfway through the first season, and then goes well beyond that Pairing: Mainly Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: The first three are T, but the last one is M Warnings: There's a lot of talk about sex, but they don't actually do it until the last one It's really long, and the later in the series it gets, the longer the chapters get

Back To Us by DarkReyna16 Description: After a reveal so shocking it rocks the core of Paris itself, the villain Hawk Moth is finally defeated...at a great personal cost to heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir. With the city safe, they go their separate ways, returning to the lives they were forced to put on hold since receiving their Miraculous. Now, seven years later, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is on the rise, studying at the fashion college of her dreams by day, working at her dream internship by afternoon...and occasionally moonlighting as Ladybug by night. This routine is set so firmly in place that, once it's shattered by an old-yet-new enemy, and the reappearances of a cold friend and a hot partner, the whiplash threatens to send Marinette spiraling down into chaos. As Ladybug, she can do anything...but soon those limits will be tested, whether she is in or out of the costume. Words: 446,244 Timeline: Set in the future after they defeat Hawkmoth Pairing: Mainly Marinette/Adrein in various forms, but also Alya/Nino and a couple of others too Rating: Mature Warnings: It's very violent, more so than the show. There's a major character death in the first chapter and it weighs heavily on the tone of the story from that point on. There's also a lot of talk about sex, but only like... one actual sex scene, and it's sort of glossed over. It also goes without saying that this is very, VERY long

Magical Connection by artisticFlutter Description: Based on artwork by Professaurus and an outline by SinMother™ Getting ready for University with tests and portfolios while still being a superhero has Marinette stressed. Fortunately, Tikki knows of a solution to that. Meanwhile, Plagg is laughing and Adrien doesn’t know what the heck is going on. Crossposted on Tumblr @carnalrhythms Words: 6,348 Timeline: Future? Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Very graphic sex/maturbation (you'll understand when you read it)

one night of moonlight by calloffyourethics, clairelutra (exosolarmoon) Description: i'll always think of you inside of my private thoughts i can imagine you touching my private parts 2:13 ok im texting you now like i promised instead of drunktexting adrien and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. arent you proud of me? 2:19 this is Adrien, hi. Marinette's brain-to-mouth filter isn't great on the best of days. Add some beer and some misplaced texts, and things get a little more... interesting. Words: 22,575 Timeline: They're in college Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms, minor mentions of Nino/Alya Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic sexting, masturbation, making out

Nice To See You by yonderful Description: Ladybug and Adrien keep running into each other. Literally. Words: 26,526 Timeline: Um, normal? Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: Implication of sex

Look At Me by raeryn There's also a second part, too, that's just Adrien's take on the first part Description: “What do you do if you've discovered your best friend’s biggest secret but kept the fact that you knew from them?” Words: 8011 Timeline: A year or two beyond the present, but not much more than that Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: Make outs, brief mentions of "sexual tension", a scene in the second part where it seems like they might have sex but then they stop

Welp. by musiclvr1112 Description: From the prompt: "Kiss me." Words: 3491 Timeline: Adult? Pairing: Chloe/Nathanael Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic sex

How could you be that girl I knew? by unforgetabELLE Description: Then he saw the source of the commotion. She walked through the smoke-filled room, her face shining ethereally like the actual moon through the haze of the club. No one spoke to her, but all eyes were watching Marinette as she walked in and he was struck by how she simultaneously looked like a completely different person and exactly the same as the girl he knew in lycee. Words: 7437 Timeline: It's like 10 years later Pairing: Marinette/Adrien, minor mentions of a past relationship between Marinette and some random dudebro fuckboy Rating: Teen Warnings: Some cursing and talking about a cheating dirtbag

What's Black and Red and Red All Over? by Otoshigo Description: Deadpool comes to Paris for a job, where he has a run in with Ladybug. It goes just about as well as you’d expect. Can Ladybug and Chat Noir, or even Paris, survive the merc? Words: 13407 Timeline: It's a little bit crackfic, so no timeline, I guess Pairing: Marinette/Adrien in all forms, minor Spider-Man/Black Cat Rating: Mature Warnings: Deadpool related violence and swearing

Draw me like one of your French Girls by Baneismydragon Description: When Chat Noir and Queen Bee get into an argument over who is the hotter superhero, things quickly spiral out of control. Marinette and Nathaniel find themselves drafted into the contest, drawing the strangest commission of their lives and learning a lot more than they ever expected. (Cross Posted on Tumblr) Words: 12,032 Timeline: Post introducing Chloe and Alya as heroes? Pairing: Chloe/Nathaniel in various forms and Adrien/Marinette in various forms Rating: Teen Warnings: There's some mildly indecent thoughts as well as SEXY posing

Satisfaction Brought It Back by siderealSandman Descrption: Most people rekindled friendships with people from high school over Facebook or Twitter. Most people met for coffee, shared pictures of their bratty children, and sent old friends Christmas letters once a year. Marinette was clearly not most people as she had somehow hooked up with her former high school crush on a bondage dating website and didn't know it until he was standing in front of her with an identical look of bemused embarrassment plastered all over his pretty face. Words: 198,137 Timeline: They're all adults; it's like 5 years after they graduated from high school. No miraculuses Pairing: Marinette/Adrien, side of Nino/Alya, Chloe/Nathanael. Mentions of: Sabrina/Kim, Max/Alix Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic sex, consentual BDSM This story was also really long, and I must admit that one of their "scenes" towards the end, I just started to skim because it was getting a little old. However, it was just the one paddling encounter, and I did finish the entire thing aside from that.

You're My Lucky Charm by GwennhaduBug Description: For Marinette, it turns out that having a boyfriend isn't what she expected. Her Ladybug secrets are dragging her down and straining their relationship. Maybe the one upside is that her relationship gives her the confidence to really get to know Adrien- and she likes what she's getting to know. And for Adrien, he expected to feel jealous when Ladybug eventually got a boyfriend...but why did it matter that Marinette had one? It's a good thing Adrien has his lucky charm. He needs all the luck he can get. Words: 78,499 Timeline: Post the Luka episode Pairing: It starts off with Luka/Marinette, and then shifts to the usual love-square, minor background relationships of Nino/Alya and Rose/Juleka Rating: Teen Warnings: It's just the usual fluffy pining nonsense of the actual show, I guess

One A Thief Always a Thief by SaijiSpellhart Description: Things were starting to look up for Marinette as museum curator. She had a prestigious new exhibit to run, and an ace team to help coordinate it. That is until she crosses paths with the internationally infamous cat burglar, aptly named Chat Noir. She wants to hate him, but this suave and charming thief has his eyes set on more than just her exhibit's priceless Bastet artifact. Marichat Cross posted on Fanfiction dot net. Words: 144,262 Timeline: It's a thief/museum worker AU Pairing: Marinette/Adrien, minor pairing of Alya/Nino, very minor Max/Lila for like five seconds Rating: Explicit Warnings: Sex, some violence

A Night of Debauchery & Sin by damagectrl Description: 14th Century Venice, in the days leading to Lent, rules of all kinds are broken as the city on the water succumbs to a carnival of masks and elaborate costumes. Social barriers are crossed, ranks are forgotten, and for one night, a patrician’s visiting granddaughter loses herself in the magic of the festival. Away from home for the first time, Marinette, granddaughter of a widow and member of the noble Soranzo family, is visiting for the spring and when her Venetian cousins lose her in a crowd on the first night of Carnevale, she finds herself in the company of two masked men who show her a night of debauchery and sin she never dreamed of. Words: 18,978 Timeline: It's a medieval AU set in Italy (and then France at the end). Pairing: Luka/Marinette/Adrien Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic three-some sex, double penitration sex

misericordia by vivific Description: Wherein the Papillon akumatises Marinette, and nothing goes as anyone expects. Words: 37,005 Timeline: It's a little bit of an AU, I suppose? Pairing: None Rating: Teen Warnings: Just a whole lot of hurt feelings and people being shitty to one another over basically nothing

LadyBugOut AU (Snippets) by Miraculous-Content Description: (bits and pieces from a salt-heavy AU I made on my Tumblr) Immediately after the events of "Oblivio," discussion is brewing over the photo of Ladybug and Chat Noir kissing, with Alya excitedly soaking it all in. However, not all opinions are positive, and once Marinette takes Ladybug's side in the debate, the class ends up dividing itself on the matter completely. Questions are asked, seats are changed, and Marinette gets an idea of her own: if no one else will step up for Ladybug, she will, and she'll make a blog herself in order to do so. As friends come and go, a crush is crushed, new heroes are considered, and Marinette is able to clear her mind to focus on the more important things in her life. Her happiness, her new blog, and finding Hawk Moth. Words: 44,103 Timeline: It starts from that memory-erasing akuma and kind of touches on a few points, but starts to pull away Pairing: It's listed as Luka/Marinette, but it doesn't happen until the very last chapter Rating: General Warnings: So much salt...

light me up by Yilena Description: With demons possessing victims around the city, Marinette has to hide her identity and live as the superhero, Ladybug. The chance to connect and trust someone opens up when she meets Adrien, a fan who's strangely immune to demons. AU. (a wholesome ladrien au that has adrien as a rich kid.) Words: 34847 Timeline: It's a demon hunter AU set in modern times Pairing: Ladybug/Adrien Rating: Teen Warnings: There's a lot of talk about demons killing people and doing stuff like breaking all of the bones in their body and stuff like that Some kissing but this one is pretty tame with the romance

1NEW1 Reading Lines by decentlysane Words: 1687 Timeline: It's uh... hard to explain? Just read it Pairing: It's tagged as Adrian/Marinette, but I wouldn't really say that it's a relationship fic... Rating: Teen Warnings: Intense breaking of the fourth wall, depression because of this fourth wall break

#recommended fanfiction #miraculous ladybug & chat noir