#i didn't know that i'd be bidding goodbye to my parents as i left home through an airport

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together. 

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this. 

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow. 

“please, please,”  he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.” 

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,”  he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—”  his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain. 

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray. 

please, please tell me it’ll be okay. 

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time. 

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.  

“— just wake up, beloved.” 

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere. 

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—” 

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?  

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.” 

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you. 

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

—

every person has their curiosities. 

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things. 

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person. 

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away. 

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’ 

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.” 

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long. 

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

—

alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play. 

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones. 

a wish that you’d come back, somehow. 

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did.  but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you. 

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

 he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.”  kaveh calls his name softly.

 alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,”  he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.” 

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.

#—🖋 #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗ #astronetwrk #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x you #genshin x you #emotional blabbering ahead in the tags beware #this is hitting me in a place i didn't know existed hjsjs #like. i haven't lost anyone but i have lost my life as i know it? #this past year was full of so many endings and i've been struggling in some way everyday #like i didn't know that the last time i saw my friends would truly be the last time we ever saw each other #i didn't know that i'd be bidding goodbye to my parents as i left home through an airport #ANYWAY ENOUGH DUMPING. ig i'm just telling you to hug the people you love tighter and cherish every moment you spend with them #time goes by really quickly and you don't know where it'll go #ily guys #ew barf feelings </3 /j

[purposefully-lost]

"I first fell in love with the wilderness when I was a kid. In a bid to impress my mom, her boyfriend at the time took us on what would be my very first camping trip, just a bit of a drive north to what was then called the Lowry Family Campground. Maybe it didn't leave a mark on her, but it sure as hell left its impression on me. I had my first taste of real adventure there on the connected hiking trails, my guardians dragging behind me and fighting to keep me from just wandering off into the woods to explore further. I loved the sight of all that green, of the animals glimpsed through the trees, I loved the huge open space and the chance to really pay attention to nature in a way I never had before. Every summer after that would be spent begging my mom for another trip, or another hike, or a new wild place to visit.

Daniel- the aforementioned boyfriend- shouldn't get all the credit for my newfound love, though. Most of that belongs to someone else. We weren't the only family camping that weekend, and on the second day of our stay I ran right into a little boy around my age with a personality twice as big as he was. My mom recalls him being a little strange and quiet, but if he was, I didn't notice. We were fast friends, connected in an instant in a way only children can be. He had dirt on his face and a beetle caught in his hands, and I was happy to call him my new best friend.

While everyone else was content with just the sight of nature, he wanted to be involved, right in the middle of it all, and he dragged me into it with him. We spent that day getting into everything we could; we chased frogs and dragonflies, we dared each other to look under logs at what bugs might be beneath, we spent a whole hour just being fascinated by water striders on the surface of the nearby creek. We waded into the creek too, much to our parents' dismay. By the time night came about I had mud caked into my hair and enough mosquito bites to last me a lifetime.

We shared a campfire that night, while our parents got up to their own interests or worried about dinner. I'm not sure what we talked about, but we stayed up until we had to be pulled off to bed. I'd wanted to stay in those woods forever. I think he would've agreed.

We said our goodbyes the next morning, when my mom wanted to start the drive home. But if I had to credit anyone in the world with sparking my love for the natural world, it was that strange, friendly little boy."

- From an early chapter of Prey Animal, titled "Firsts"

-----

"About six months after the trial, I went to stay with my mom for a few weeks. She'd had a knee surgery and needed someone to help her out with the normal things while she healed, but I also suspected that she wanted me home so that we might finally talk about Jack Rabbit. More specifically, the fact that I'd been a victim. She was worried out of her mind and I don't think I ever quite convinced her during that time that I was fine, that I'd moved on. Of course, if she's reading this now, she'll know that that was still a lie, just for different reasons. Sorry, mom.

The stay was mostly uneventful, and a well-needed break from my life at home. Even though most of the media frenzy had died down by then, the events they'd centered on hadn't been forgotten. Memorials for some of Jack's real victims hadn't been taken down yet, especially not at the campgrounds, and the campgrounds themselves were still operating on restricted hours and access. Most importantly, my coworkers were starting to decide that it'd been long enough, and maybe they could ask me for an official statement or interview. I needed some particularly boring time away.

One interesting thing did happen, though. Mom and I decided we might as well go through some of our old stuff in the attic, see if there was anything I wanted or things we should get rid of. We came across some old photo albums from my childhood that neither of us had seen in years. There were about three pages of photos from the first time we went camping together, of the two of us and others at the Lowry Family Campground back in the 60's. One particular photo was of me and a young boy: the picture quality wasn't fantastic, of course, but you could see his dark hair and bright eyes, the gap from a missing tooth when he grinned. The both of us were covered in mud and looked quite proud of it. That was my boy, my best friend for a day who had pulled me into loving the outside world.

And he looked awfully familiar. After I saw it, I took it out of the page it'd been tucked into for the past several years, marched upstairs, and found my things. At that point I still had a folder full of research on Jack from when I'd first learned who he was, including a newspaper clipping from the original murder of his family. One of the photos of the family therein, provided by a more extended member, was from a few years before the deaths. It showed a younger Jack, not yet bearing his scars, posed with his new foster family at a family campground somewhere outside the city.

Looking at it then, I realized that my fondly remembered boy had been Jonathan Stone.

I'll spare you the full details of how this revelation managed my turn my already burning world on it's head. It changed nothing, of course, but it changed everything. Staring at those photos, I sat down on my bedroom floor and cried for a good, long while."

- from a later chapter, titled "Guilty Verdict." The described photos are printed on the following pages.

#drabble #alex prescott #hunted // rabbit #ANYWAY... 😔💔💔💔

[whats-wild-to-you]

The Chosen One (Jay Park fiction)

Chapter 6

"Work? Here? For you? But I don't know anyth-" You stammered looking at Jay, Woogie and Junwon.

"It's easy. You're in charge of schedules. It's not much different from organizing the shifts of your coworkers at the hospital, is it?" He inquired.

"Actually it's very similar. But if it's that easy I can't accept that much money!"

"Told you she's too smart." Junwon interjected, smiling.

"You'll have to work long hours and on weekends too."

"Still, that's too much and you know it!" You insisted, shifting uncomfortably in your chair.

"Basically you'll have to coordinate individual and group schedules AND be my personal assistant on top of that!"

Both Woogie and Junwon looked at their CEO in shock.

"Jaebeomie, that's too much!" Junwon cried out.

"Do you still think I'm paying you too much?" Jay asked, ignoring Woogie and Junwon and looking directly at you.

"I'd have to think about it." You eventually said.

"Don't think about it too much!" He replied with a smile.

You said your goodbyes and left the room. On your way home you contemplated whether Jay's offer was legit or if he just felt bad for you. You had no problem working around the clock and the workload didn't scare you either but being offered a job because someone pitied you, that you hated.

A week later you accepted Jay's offer anyway. Basically you were running out of money. Your parents back in New York still had no idea what had happened, and you didn't have any luck finding any part-time jobs either.

But before you called Jay and said yes to his offer, you called Junwon.

"Are you okay with this?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Do you have another option?"

"No, not really." You sounded defeated.

"Then take this job. You said the workload doesn't scare you."

"It's not about that! If I accept, does it look like I'm leeching off of you guys?"

"Absolutely not! And since when do you care what others think about you?"

"I just don't want people talking how I got in through connections! You know I hate that more than anything else. I want to earn my money."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Jaebeom hyung is going to make sure of that!"

Three months passed and you were drowning in work. From handling commercial deals to managing the new artist's schedules to setting up interviews and maintaining all social media accounts.

People around here called you the PR queen and soon you took over every project. The PR team basically became your staff, you were a born leader, everyone agreed on that.

You saw Jay only sporadically but you didn't mind. You knew from handling his schedule that he was very busy doing features and shooting music videos. Also, he was working behind the scenes too. Occasionally you ran into each other at the head office. He would then ask you how you're doing, if the workload is bearable, if you're sleeping enough, eating well. You found out early on that he was very caring towards his staff and artists so you never misunderstood his concern for anything else.

It was Saturday night and you found yourself still in the office, like so many nights before, organizing schedules and printing out interviews. Working on a Saturday night wasn't unusual, as there were still some people in the building.

One by one they left though, bidding their goodnights to you, reminding you not too stay too long.

You on the other hand enjoyed the silence and after drinking a double shot of espresso got a second wind. Whirling around the building you got more done in an hour than you did the whole day.

You were currently at your desk, typing schedules, when a loud thud startled you. Thinking you had been alone all this time, you panicked. Your mind instantly went to a burglar, maybe someone didn't close the front door properly on their way out. You hurried to your door and locked it. Then you pressed your ear against the wood. You couldn't hear anything. A quick look at the clock said it was past midnight. You suddenly felt tired and exhausted. Maybe you imagined it all and there was nothing there. Maybe it was a sign for you to wrap things up and go home.

You unlocked the door carefully and listened closely. There was nothing but absolute silence. Then you heard a thud again, followed by someone groaning. The voice sounded too familiar.

"Jaebeom-shi?" You called into the hallway but your voice was weak and shaky. Slowly you made your way towards Jay's studio. To your relief you could hear sounds coming from the other side of the door. Reluctantly you knocked, taking a few steps back.

"Ji Won? I thought you went home?"

"Thank God you're not a burglar!"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. I thought I was the only one still here."

"Me too." He chuckled. You were about to turn around and leave when he grabbed your shoulders.

"Actually it's a good thing you're still here. I need your help!"

"If this is about your schedule next week I was going to revise it..."

"No, no. The schedule is fine. Come." He lightly dragged you inside.

"Listen to this and tell me what you think."

"Umm, I don't think I'm qualified enough for this."

"Nonsense!" He replied, putting his headphones on your head.

You listened to the song attentively while avoiding Jay's eyes that were glued on you.

*plays Nothing Matters*

"Wow, who hurt you?" You said ironically, as soon as the song ended.

"It's a little too dark, isn't it? It's actually meant to be a love song."

"Oh...I see." The words came out before you could stop yourself. "I'll let you work on it then. It's good, by the way." You tried to encourage him, slowly inching your way out of the studio.

Back inside your own small office, you released the breath you were holding and unfurrowed your eyebrows. Certain that you wouldn't get any more work done tonight, you saved the files, shut down your laptop, gathered your stuff and left.

The ride home was awkward and uncomfortable, and before you knew it your car was parked in front of Soo Min's apartment building.

"What's wrong?" She immediately uttered upon seeing you.

"Nothing! I just came to see you."

"At 1am?"

"I just left the office, so.. yeah."

"Damn! Jay is overworking you? Good thing you're getting a big paycheck each month."

You knew Soo Min tried to sound sarcastic, but she was actually right. The money you got for your work at AOMG made it possible for you to move to a bigger apartment, one closer to work.

"Ji Won? Okay, start talking!"

"It's nothing, really. It's just, umm, no, it's nothing!"

"I'm gonna go to the convenience store and buy some soju. You go wash up and put these on." She handed you a pair of pajamas and dashed out the door.

"Spill it, girlfriend!" She demanded after returning, while pouring soju into your glass.

"I thought I was alone at the office earlier, until I heard noises. Turned out Jay was still there as well. He told me to listen to a song he was working on, apparently he had troubles with the lyrics."

"Okay? AND?"

"I listened to it and said it was good."

"That's it? Who are you kidding? I saw you earlier, you looked confused. What was the song about?"

You remained silent, absentmindedly chewing on some chicken feet. After you finished your shot of soju, you spoke quietly. "He said it was a love song."

"Ah, now we're getting closer!"

"Closer to what?"

"You're so dense sometimes! You like him, and the fact that he's writing a love song, presumably for someone else, bothers you!"

"No, he's my boss..."

"So? We got a new intern last week, he's so cute, every nurse wants to date him. And nobody on the nurses' staff thinks that's inappropriate." Soo Min shrugged casually.

"Ooh, new intern, huh?"

"Don't change the subject!"

"He's my boss, and my best friend's boss AND my friend's friend, it would be too complicated, too messy. No, thank you!"

"Okay, then why does it bother you that he's writing a love song for someone?"

"It's just...I've never seen him with a girl, I mean, being flirty and stuff. He doesn't talk about any girls, I guess I was just shocked. That's all. Now that initial shock has worn off. Thanks to you, and thanks to the soju."

"So you're not harboring any feelings for your boss?"

"Absolutely not! I swear."

"Okay then, maybe you were indeed just taken aback."

"Let's change the subject. How's that new intern like?"

You went to sleep 2 hours later, after finishing all the soju Soo Min had bought. But even in your sleep you thought about Jay's lyrics and what they could mean. And most importantly, who they were for.

***

Chapter 7

#h1ghrgang #jay park #h1ghrmusic #park jaybum #aomg jay park #jay park aomg #park jaebum #aomg imagines #jay park scenario #aomg scenarios #more soju please #khh imagines #aomgofficial #park jaebeom #jay park imagines #jay park fanfic

[saksukei]

joshua bad boy au

masterlist

joshua hong, was actually shrouded in mystery,,,, no one knew anything about him except that he was obviously a bad boy,, so everyone just stayed of his way,,, well almost everyone

he became friends with yoon jeonghan and seungcheol,, two biker heads who everyone drooled over,, they were scary,, with their leather jackets,, silver chains,, bruised knuckles,,, it's safe to say,, everyone wanted to either be them or be with them

you were a regular kid,, just trying to get through highschool and not make any enemies,,, your parents had already told you you needed to work on not decking people in the face,,, otherwise they’d change your school

so you had to give in

joshua had seen you in school plenty of times,, he was in your English class,,, but that's all it was,,,

imagine his surprise when he sees you at his dad’s mechanics shop with a ’67 Chevy Impala,, oh boy

“uh– where is mr hong?” you ask joshua,,, “he said I could drop my car today.”

“dad isn't here,, there was some emergency,, but I can check the car for you,” joshua replied.

“right, yeah, that'd be great.”

the two of you walked to the car,,, it was awkward to say the least,, you had never known it was actually Joshua's dad's shop,,, mr hong who was super sweet,,, on the other hand,, joshua’s reputation said otherwise,,,

“the engine has been making a lot of noise with smoke coming from the exhaust–”

“yeah, it needs an oil change,” Joshua answered,,, he had already propped the hood of the car open,, “it’ll be done by tuesday.”

TUESDAY??? THAT WAS 4 DAYS AWAY

“can I get it earlier, please?” you ask,, you actually needed the car to pick up your sister from the airport,, and both your parents were busy,,,

“look, this stuff takes time, alright?” Joshua replied. “plus I don't have any extra help and dad isn't here either.”

“um can't seungcheol or jeonghan help you?”

“hah as if I'd ever let those two in my workshop.”

“alright– then I'll help,,” you say. “look– I really really need the car to be fixed.”

joshua stops at stares at your face,,, “you will help me?” he snickered. “do you even know anything about cars?”

“excuse me?” you hiss. “how can you judge me without–”

“if you knew anything about cars, you'd know you needed an oil change beforehand,” joshua interrupted.

you sigh, “fair enough but I can just be a helping hand!” you tell him. “i’ll just help out with giving tools and all of that jazz.”

“no,” joshua refused.

“please,” you pleaded.

seeing the look on your face,, joshua groaned. “fine but, don't ask me stupid questions or breathe within a radius of me.”

“THANK YOU”

and so joshua told you to show up tomorrow morning to the shop,,, and you did,,, only to find joshua sleeping on the couch,,, covered in oil stains,,, it seemed like he slept in the shop only,,,

instead of waking him,, you thought you'd prop the hood of the car open,,, seeing all the car parts,,, you had spent last night reading up on car parts and basically what each of them did,,

“okay so– that's the battery, the radiator and what the hell is this?” you muttered, confused.

“that’s the air filter,” you heard a voice behind you.

turning around,,, only to see joshua yawning,,, his hair all messy,,, his cheeks pink,,, he looked adorable– wait what?

“you really did your homework huh?” joshua asked,, stretching,, his white shirt riding up and showing his cute belly button,,

he was so adorable OMG WHAT A BABE

“yeah well I figured it wouldn't help you if I was an idiot so,,”

joshua chuckled in reply,,,

and that's how you spent the whole day with him,,, fixing cars,, he was surprisingly a decent person with a shit ton of patience,,,

like when you handed him a spanner instead of a screwdriver,,, or when you stuck the wrong wires together,, he didn't get angry,, he just told you to do it again

and that's how the day ended,, there was still some cleaning of your car left,, so you bid Joshua goodbye and went home,,

the next day,, you figured that since joshua’s dad was gone and you hadn't seen his mom or anyone to take care of him,, he probably wasn't eating that well,, so you made pancakes for him and you,,

putting them in a box,,, you headed to his shop,, it was already open and he was awake,, yawning,, as he looked into the bonnet,,

“hey you're up early,” you commented,,

“yeah,, a customer just came in with his car and he said if I get it done by today he’ll pay me extra,” he explained.

“okay seems fair but–” you held up the box of pancakes, “have breakfast,,, i made pancakes.”

joshua stops for a second,, you made him breakfast?? no one had ever done that,, his dad was always too busy,, his mom, ever since the divorce, lived in another state where her new job was,, he had to do everything himself,,

it wasn't bad,, it just reminded him he was alone,, which is why seungcheol and jeonghan would take him out for dinner,, or his dad would sometimes cook to give him a homey feeling [even if it was burnt, it was the effort that counted]

“joshua–?” you say,, snapping him out of his thoughts,,

“y-yeah,, I'll be right there,” he says. you take out the forks and the small bottle of maple syrup you packed,, as you sit on the table in the corner of the shop,,

the two of you eat in silence,

“i fixed your car by the way,” he tells you.

“really?” you ask and he nods. “oh my god thank you so much!” you say as you take another bite. “you’re a life saver joshua.”

“no problem.”

“but as a thanks, I want to help you fix other cars too. You held up all your other orders for me, so it's the least I can do.”

joshua smiles,,,, he doesn't know what it is,, maybe he just feels at home with you or maybe it's the fact that you just make him feel things he’s never felt before,, his heart feels warm,,

“you know– instead of helping me with cars, maybe, you could go out on a date with me,” he says, his cheeks red. “if you'd want to of course.”

“how about both?”

joshua grins, “oh hell yes.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #joshua hong x reader #joshua hong imagines #seventeen x reader

[helloalycia]

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

summary: your relationship with Wanda gets a little bumpy when her work life crosses over with your personal life.

warning/s: implied kidnapping, mentions of anxiety

author's note: so the ‘i love you’ confession was actually inspired by an incorrect quote on @aquamarinescarlet’s page! i thought it would be cute aha

part one | part two | part four | part five | part six | part seven | masterlist | wattpad

It was two months into our relationship when I knew I'd fallen in love with Wanda. I can't remember the exact moment when it hit me – I guess it had happened gradually over time – but I remember the embarrassing moment when I told her.

She'd brought me as her date to an Avengers party thrown by Tony Stark. I'd been to one of them before, about a month into dating her, as she'd wanted me to meet her friends from work AKA the freakin' Avengers. They were actually really great and (somewhat) humble people. I didn't expect to become 'friends' with any of them, more just be friendly whenever I saw them through Wanda. To my surprise, I became quite good friends with Natasha Romanoff.

We had the same dark sense of humour, both had an unexplainable obsession with horror films and she was genuinely just really easy to talk to. I wasn't expecting it, but it was nice to gain a new friend in addition to a new girlfriend.

So, I was at my second Avengers party with Wanda by my side, but the party had ended about half an hour ago and I may or may not have been drunk.

We were sat on the couch, conversing with the other Avengers, and I was sat between Wanda and Natasha. The others were involved in their own conversations and I was too dazed to realise what I was doing until it happened.

"Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her," I said (not-so) quietly, leaning over to my left, into Wanda's ear unknowingly.

Wanda, who was playing with my fingers in her hand, paused and glanced to me with bright eyes, a surprised expression on her face.

"You're in love with me?" she asked, lips twitching into a smile.

I blinked, her words settling in, before I licked my lips. "Oh, sorry." Turning to my right, I moved to Natasha's ear, whispering loudly, "Wanda has no idea I'm in love with her."

Natasha glanced to me with a quirked brow, amused smile on her lips. "She doesn't? You sure about that?"

"You're in love with me?" Wanda repeated, sitting forward and earning my attention.

I gasped, wondering how she knew, before slapping Natasha's arm and looking to her with a frown. "You told her?! I trusted you!"

Natasha ignored me, instead looking to Wanda with an encouraging look. "I'll leave this one to you. Good luck."

She stood up, heading over to Thor and Bruce Banner on the other couch, and I booed her as she left.

"Yeah, run away, you secret-give-away'er!" I called after her with a pout, before crossing my arms.

"I think it's time I take you home," Wanda said decidedly, trying not to laugh as she pulled me up off the couch.

"I don't like Natasha anymore," I mumbled, allowing Wanda to take me away.

She bid her goodbyes to her teammates before leading me to the lift. I don't really remember what else happened until we were suddenly at my house – well, my parents house, but they had given it to me as they travelled the world with their retirement money. She was leading me inside and to my bedroom, getting me dressed like the sweet girlfriend she was, before tucking me into bed.

Of course, being the clingy drunk I was, I pulled her on top of me and didn't let go as I wrapped my arms around her.

"Stay," I mumbled into her shoulder, closing my eyes.

She chuckled, trying to pull away. "Y/N, you need to sleep, c'mon."

"I will," I whined, not letting her leave. "If you stay with me."

She paused, before giving in with a sigh. "Fine."

Tiredly, I smiled. "Yesssss." I patted the spot next to me. "Right here, please."

In the light of my bedside lamp, I saw her roll her eyes playfully, before turning off the lamp and jumping under the covers with me. I sighed with relief, cuddling into her side without hesitating.

"I love you," I mumbled, barely thinking about it.

She tightened her embrace and I felt her kiss the top of my head. "You're probably gonna forget you said that in the morning. But I'll remind you. And if you still think it, then I'll reply."

Her words went into one ear and out the other. I hummed in response, not knowing what I was answering to, and let myself get lost in her scent as I drifted into a peaceful slumber.

When I woke up the next morning, I quite liked the idea of sharing bed with Wanda and waking up to her dishevelled hair and our intertwined legs, even though I didn't remember inviting her to stay. Of course, I also had a banging headache and felt like someone had hit me with a train, so I didn't get chance to appreciate it much.

"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling the duvet over my head to block out the sun streaming through the slit in my curtain.

Wanda, who was shuffling beside me, yawned and stretched her arms. Suddenly, I heard quiet laughter, before she spooned me, wrapping her arms around my stomach and pulling me closer. Her leg raised and clung to my waist, and as much as I appreciated the way she fit perfectly against me, I was still in pain.

"Why did you let me drink that much?" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut.

"I believe that was your own conscience decision, dorogoy (darling)," she said in that know-it-all voice of hers, and it was hard for me to be annoyed at her because she had a raspy, morning voice and her accent was especially thick with fatigue and damn, Wanda Maximoff was pretty sexy in the morning.

"Whatever," was all I said, but I placed my hand on hers and joint our fingers together.

"You know," she started, tucking her head comfortably into my neck, "I quite like waking up to you like this. You're very cute, even if you're cranky."

Despite aforementioned crankiness, I cracked a smile. "I like this, too."

It was very domestic, something I didn't get the privilege of experiencing with Wanda because she worked a lot, and it felt good.

After hanging around in bed for a little while longer, I got up and showered whilst Wanda offered to make me some breakfast – "Pancakes are a hangover's cure! Or at least according to Tony". After getting ready, I came downstairs to find a stack of pancakes and maple syrup waiting for me.

"You are a Godsend," I told her, pressing a haste kiss to her lips before sitting at the table with the pancakes. "Thank you."

She chuckled, grabbing her own pancakes and sitting opposite me. "Anything for you."

After I dug in, complimenting her on how delicious they tasted, a comfortable silence fell between us. Well, until Wanda spoke up cautiously.

"So, does anything from last night ring a bell?" she asked, making me look up to see her staring eagerly.

My content expression fell. "Shoot, did I do something embarrassing?" I facepalmed. "God, what was it? Did I fall asleep on somebody?"

She smiled with adoration, eyes twinkling in the morning sun. "No, nothing like that."

I could tell there was something though, judging from her hesitant expression. I scrunched my face with regret.

"What did I do?" I asked, unprepared to hear it. "Did I say something to you?"

She played with her fork, twisting it around in her plate nervously, which was very unlike her. "Yeah, actually, you did."

I waited, feeling like the silence was deafening the longer she stayed quiet.

"You said you were in love with me," she said, voice so soft and quiet that I barely heard it.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach. "I what?"

"I mean, technically you said I had no idea you were in love with me, but I think you were supposed to tell Nat that," she continued, eyes avoiding mine. "Then you told Nat and you got mad at her because you thought she told me."

I facepalmed for the second time that morning. "Oh, God..."

"Then you invited me to stay the night and told me you loved me before you fell asleep," she finished rambling. "I just, er, wanted to check if you meant that..."

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. "Are you kidding?" I reached over the table to grab her hand. "Wanda, of course I meant that! But I hoped to tell you at a better time than by accident whilst I was drunk."

Blue eyes flickered to mine, excitement creeping onto her face. "You meant it."

I breathed out, realising what exactly I'd just said. "I– yeah. I meant it. I'm in love with you, Wanda."

Her smile widened. "I'm in love with you, too."

My heart fluttered in my chest as I relaxed my shoulders. "You love me."

She giggled, squeezing my hand. "We just did this."

"Right! We did," I said, shaking my head, grin forming on my lips. "Sorry. I'm just so happy right now."

"Me, too," she said in agreement, thumb stroking the top of my hand.

I didn't think things could go wrong from here. I was on top of the world! But of course, the world had a funny way of ruining things.

—

Dating a superhero had its pros and cons, I suppose, but neither really showed themselves to me often as it was as if Wanda's superhero life was separate to the one we shared. When she and I were together, it was just us. And she would leave for work and I wouldn't think about it. Then she would return and it would be us again.

If I took a moment out of my day to stop and really think about where she was, what she could be doing, the danger she could be in... I just couldn't do it. Even when she would show up to our next date with a fresh bruise from training, or a broken bone from a mission gone too far, I'd worry about it for the time being then try to let it go. Those weren't superhero perks, those were reasons to be concerned. And I couldn't handle imagining the time when she'd come back to me in a worse state, or to not even come back at all.

So, her superhero life rarely overlapped with our shared one. And I was happier that way. Until it did.

I was running errands one day, little things that required me to run around the city – dry cleaning, grocery shopping, picking up some DIY stuff for my house. It was a pretty relaxing, fun day. I'd treated myself to lunch, was soaking in the sunshine and planning to unwind with some Netflix on the couch.

"Hold on, I need to unlock the front door," I mumbled into the phone. I was talking to Wanda, catching her up with my day as I returned home.

"Try not to drop your phone this time," she teased from the other end, and I could just imagine the smirk on her face.

"So funny," I said with an eye roll. "Real comedian."

She laughed as I placed my phone in my pocket, not quite hanging up. Pulling my keys from my shopping bag, I fiddled with them, attempting to find the key for my front door.

Suddenly, something metal and cold pressed to my back and I jumped, dropping my keys with surprise.

"Don't draw attention," the person said, and I went rigid, looking up to see a reflection of someone unrecognisable in the glass of my front door. "You're going to leave your things here and come with me."

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to turn around, but the object pressed harder into my back, making me wince.

"Leave your fucking things here and give me your hand," the man ordered, ignoring my question. "Phone included. And don't even think about making a call."

I swallowed hard, panic settling in as I listened to the threatening stranger. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I realised that the stranger had no idea I was already on a call. With an Avenger nonetheless.

"I'll put it down," I narrated my actions, soon coming to realise that the object behind my back was in fact the barrel of a gun.

Hoping Wanda was still listening in and could hear the exchange, I put my phone on the ground and placed my shaking hand in the man's outstretched one. He tucked his gun back into the waistband of his jeans before tugging me down the steps and to a black van parked opposite my house.

Too paralysed with fear at the sight of two more strange men getting out the van, I felt my throat go dry and words get stuck at the bottom. Looking around, I hoped to find a neighbour's eyes or dog-walker's lost gaze, but nobody was here. Whoever these men were had timed their entrance perfectly.

When we reached the van, the back doors were opened and the man spun me around roughly before placing a bag on my head and shoving me inside. Hot tears ran down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering what the hell was happening and who these people were. But mostly, I hoped Wanda was already on her way.

—

The whole incident was over soon. That's what we were calling it now. The 'incident'. Of course, it could have been called other things... the kidnapping, the abduction, the capture. But we settled with the 'incident'. It was less explicit, as if minimising how utterly terrifying the whole experience was.

I never did find out who those men were. Wanda offered to tell me, feeling a need to explain herself and blame herself and drag herself down in the dirt to make me feel better, to bring me out of my silence and give me something to feel good about. I recalled her mentioning they were after her, getting to her through me – her girlfriend.

She rescued me quite quickly. Being tied up and locked away and left to cry like a child, wondering if I was going to die any minute at the hands of captors whom I had never met nor done anything to in my life, wasn't fun. People always wonder what they would do in those situations; maybe they would square up and put up a fight; maybe they would scream and shout and get everyone's attention; maybe they'd even retort with sarky remarks and go out with a blaze of glory.

I never imagined what that would be like, but I discovered I could do neither of those things. I just let them take me, let them threaten me and point their guns at me and tie me up and lock me away and–

I let myself cry and feel terrified and shake and lose my words and imagine the worst. Some would call that giving in, but this wasn't something you could prepare for. Surely my response was justified? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when Wanda burst onto the scene, taking out the men with ease and taking me out of there, taking me home, I was momentarily safe.

But then as she began to ramble off her explanations and apologies and regrets, I found myself turning in on myself, unable to hear her out. I didn't blame her one bit, but I also couldn't listen to one more second. So, I tuned her out.

I sat on the couch, staring at the way the thread was coming loose on one of my cushions. I thought about how quickly the whole 'incident' had happened. How one minute I was sat in a cell and now I was sat on my couch. How I was then shaking with fear and now I felt nothing.

"...you listening? Hey, are you okay?"

I only tuned back in when she sat on the cushion I was looking at. Her fingers rested on my cheek, guiding my head upwards so I was looking her in the eyes, glassy and red and swollen from crying. I probably looked the same, though I was all out of tears.

"I promise you nobody will be back here," she said with certainty, thumb stroking my cheek. "There's S.H.I.E.L.D. agents posted all along the street. And I'm happy to stay here if you need me to. You're safe now."

I knew I was. And despite my calm exterior, my heart was still racing in my chest, adrenaline still pumping through my body as if expecting to make a sudden break for it.

"What are you thinking?" she muttered, eyes flicking between mine curiously. "Talk to me. Please."

I shook my head, looking away. "I'm okay."

"It's okay not to be," she said quietly, squeezing my hand.

"I know."

So, we kept that bit up for a few more days, maybe a week. Me pretending I was okay, though still distant from Wanda as if she'd caught the plague, and her pretending she knew I was telling the truth.

But I knew she sensed the nightmares I had, waking me up in cold sweats. I knew she saw the way I tensed when a shadow cast along the wall from a moving object. Or the way I never faced the front door when unlocking it to get inside.

I guess she couldn't take it anymore at some point, possibly a week or two later, as when I was mixing my soup in a bowl after heating it up in the microwave, she sighed loudly.

"You okay?" I asked, glancing up at her. She was stood by the counter, seeming tired.

She'd been staying with me since the incident happened, obviously, and it was nice having her around so much, despite the circumstances. But I knew she was worried and had been keeping it in. I just didn't have the energy to acknowledge it.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, though her fingers still drummed on the countertop.

I let it go, shrugging, before paying attention to my soup. Her impatience was obnoxiously loud, filling the house with a discomfort she was dying to express. Eventually, she did.

"I'm not fine," she decided, and I stopped stirring my soup as I looked to her tugging on her sleeves distractedly. "I'm not fine because you're not fine."

"I've told you I am," I said monotonously, eyes boring into hers.

"I know you're not," she said, crossing her arms and hugging herself. "I've noticed you and..."

I quirked a brow. "And?"

She frowned, eyes softening with empathy. "Don't make me say it, Y/N."

I pressed my tongue to the back of my teeth as I looked down to my steaming soup.

"Talk to me," she pleaded, rounding the counter and leaning beside me, searching for my eyes. "I just want to help."

I swallowed hard. "I have nothing to say, Wanda."

"A really scary thing happened," she began hesitantly. "The fact that you don't have anything to say– that you've not said anything, isn't right."

"Well, I guess there's something wrong with me," I said dismissively, before grabbing the pepper grinder before me and using it.

"No, there's not," she reassured, not giving up. "You just need to talk.”

I set the grinder down, turning to face her abruptly. She straightened up with surprise, taking a small step back.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, voice calm but full of unintentional malice. "Huh? What do you want me to tell you? That I'm terrified somebody is watching my house, waiting for a quiet moment to break in? That I have to follow you into every room you go in because I don't want to be left alone? That I can't fucking sleep because I'm scared that when I close my eyes, I'll be locked in a nightmare I can't escape? Is that what you want me to tell you? Does that make you feel better, Wanda? Because it doesn't make me feel any better. It just reminds me how fucking terrified I am."

I pocketed my shaking hands, blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, swallowed down the lump rising in my throat. She watched me, unsure what to say at first and I didn't blame her. It was an outburst waiting to happen.

"I'm–"

"Don't say you're sorry," I snapped, before flinching at my tone. "I know you're sorry. And I don't blame you for what happened. I just– I don't know what to do anymore."

Her eyes were studying me like green lasers burning holes into my skin and I hated that I couldn't meet them. I hated even more that I couldn't leave the kitchen out of anger or frustration because I was too scared to be left alone without her by my side.

So, I leaned against the counter, turning away from her, and let out a shaky breath, eyes burning and heart thumping in my ears. Her arms suddenly wrapped around me without question, and I let her take me into her chest, squeezing me so tight so I knew she was there.

Closing my eyes, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, but no sound came out. I struggled to breathe, unable to take in air through my nose as I stuffed my head so hard into her shirt that I couldn't see a thing except darkness. I knew I'd eventually be okay, that I'd eventually get back to some sense of normalcy. But for now, having her here with me was okay. And I found it much better to just be with her then have to go over and talk it out.

She was warm and strong and smelt like home and God, I loved her. I was lucky to have her.

—

It took about a month and a half to get over the incident. And after that, we never brought it up again. It was just easier that way. We continued on like usual, falling back into our old routine of having a separate us and her separate superhero life.

At some point, I thought it would be nice for her to meet my parents. They were back in town for the week, wanting to check in and see how I was. It was nice having them around and I was excited for them to meet Wanda, who I'd mentioned in some of our Skype calls.

"We don't have to make it a thing," I said as I proposed the idea. We were cleaning around Anna's apartment as she napped in her bedroom. "It's not like an 'oh, meet the parents' thing. They just happen to be in town and we're having a dinner, so I thought you might want to come. If you don't, it's not a big deal. I haven't told them to expect you. Not unless you say yes. Which you don't have to."

She chuckled, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Dorogoy (darling), calm down. Breathe."

I neatened the cushions on the couch with a bit too much force. "Am I not breathing? I'm pretty sure I'm breathing."

Her hands slipped into mine as she spun me around to face her. An amused smile on her lips, she said, "You need to relax. If you're like this now, then who knows what you'll be like on the night of the dinner?"

It took me a second to realise what she'd said and when I did, my eyes widened. "Wait, the night of the– does that mean you're going?"

She laughed, tugging me closer to her. "Yes, I'm going. I'd love to meet your parents!"

My shoulders relaxed as her fingers played with mine mindlessly. A smile appeared on my lips as I said, "Thank you. I– it'll be fun. No pressure. Just a dinner."

"Just a dinner," she confirmed, before kissing my forehead gently. "Can't wait."

And so on the day before my parents left for Scotland, yet another trip on their never ending retirement travels, I waited for Wanda to pick me up so we could go to a restaurant to meet my parents, who were already there after spending the day shopping in town.

She arrived at the door with a beautiful smile and bright eyes, looking me up and down.

"Just on time," I teased, tilting my head to the side, before being serious. "You look amazing tonight, Wanda."

"As do you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said sweetly, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, before stepping inside. "Also, these are for you."

She removed her hand from behind her back as I closed the door, revealing a gorgeous, colourful bouquet of flowers.

"I saw them and thought of you," she began to explain without even realising how cute she was; a smile crept on my lips as she continued, "but then I realised I've never gotten you flowers before which is very dumb of me because a pretty girl deserves pretty flowers, right?"

There was no doubt that my face was heating up from the attention, flustered yet honoured at her words.

"Wanda, I love them," I said, accepting the flowers and meeting her gaze. "And to be fair, nobody has ever gotten me flowers before."

"You're kidding," she said with disbelief, stepping forward and wrapping her arms loosely around my waist. Reading my serious expression, she added, "Not even for your birthday? Or a celebration?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

She gave me a knowing look. "Well, that's very unfortunate. But I'm glad I could be the first."

I held her gaze, amusement dancing in her smile. Mirroring her expression, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her nose, making her scrunch it up delightfully.

"Me, too," I said, and I meant it.

"Come on, we should get going," she said, squeezing my waist before letting go. "Don't want to be late, do we?"

"We do not," I agreed, before putting the flowers in a vase of water and leaving them by the door.

"You ready?" she asked, holding open the front door.

I intertwined our hands and met her smile with my own. "I'm ready."

Taking the girlfriend to meet the parents. What could go wrong?

#wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #marvel #mcu

[kattsukki]

A Love Only I Can See

Ghost!Kamado Tanjiro x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS!!! Doesn't follow the manga/anime plot but has a bunch of details from the manga. Death. Takes place in the post showa era in japan (1950's to be exact)

Sypnosis: A sickly girl who has the ability to see spirits falls in love with one, how lucky that you get to meet him in the afterlife.

Kat: Happy Halloween!! (It's already november and I posted this rlly late but let's just pretend xoxo)

It's been a long time since the taishō era. Years since Tanjiro Kamado died.

While yes, he succeeded in killing the infamous Muzan Kibutsuji and turned his demon sister back human, but as most good things come to an end, he never recovered himself. Dying tragically from the serious injuries inflicted upon him.

A kind kind soul Tanjiro was, so sweet and nice. If only he could've lived longer to be with his sister and his friends. What a shame.

Few years later, the post shōwa era began, you grew up in the city with your well-off parents. They did everything money could pay to ensure you wouldn't be in so much pain all the time. But even so, being cooped up in your house and can't even go on something as simple as a walk is just plain lonely.

Despite being sickly and fairly weak, you weren't that different compared to other girls your age, you liked reading, enjoyed the company of your peers and so on. But ah, theres just one more thing, you have the ability to see ghosts.

You loved talking to them ever since you were a kid, some of them were pretty nice! You see, souls of the dead are given a choice if they could go on to the afterlife or continue to stay on earth for a while to roam around. Whether they're here watching over loved ones or just roaming around, there's always bound to be a kind spirit you'd meet.

Like this one, recently you've met with a spirit named Kamado Tanjiro. Your granny always warned you about your special ability ever since the time you started talking to your deceased grandfather when you were about six. You never even knew he was dead! He passed away before you were born.

Well moving on, it all led up to this very moment. Tanjiro was astonished. Of all the years he'd spent watching over his family and friends and even their families, he's never met anyone who could see him. He sure thought you were special.

With a surprised look, he points to himself in shock. "You can see me? I thought humans can't see the deceased," you nod in response. Honestly, you're actually used to this response from other spirits.

Seconds later you've gotten along easily, I mean it is Tanjiro we're talking about. Talking for hours straight, you didn't even realise you should be going home. Saying your goodbyes, you bid farewell to the kind spirit.

The same thing happened the next day, and the next, and so on. You don't even talk to the other spirits you've befriended as much as you do with him. You must really like him. And if you're being honest, you so do. You know a human can never fall in love with the dead but you've been falling head over heels for the boy each and every time you talk to him.

Walking up to where he usually hangs out, a small place near a shrine where his grave sits. You ask to talk. "I'm afraid my sickness is getting worse, I don't think I'll be able to visit as much." Bowing your head down apologetically, "It's alright, I can always visit you myself instead." He waves off.

"I'd like that." You smile, already looking forward to the next time you'll get to see eachother.

It's worse. So much worse. You've gotten so weak over the past month to the point where you couldn't leave the bed at all. Your parents have done all they could, but the doctor says you'll only have half a year at best.

The only thing calming you down during these painful times was Tanjiro. He stuck by your side always, he never seemed to leave. Always accompanying you when you were left alone.

Finally, your last moments were upon you. But you were alone. Well- not alone per say, Tanjiro was with you of course. After saying your goodbyes to your family, you had wished for your last moments to be alone, with him.

Vision becoming blurry, hands shaking, you didn't have much time. With your last dying breath, you let out a single sentence you've been wanting to tell him for so long. "I love you."

As soon as you went cold, you've awoken in a bright place that gave you a warm and at home feeling, this must be the afterlife. You feel light, like all the pain you've been dealing throughout your life had vanished.

The rough pads of a hand gently grab ahold yours, the sight of Tanjiro sweetly smiling at you made you feel more at ease. The smile you fell in love with.

Lightly interlocking your hand with his, he utters out a sentence that fills you with relief. The kind of relief you've been yearning for.

"I love you too."

#demon slayer #kamado tanjirō #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro kny #kny #kny tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #tanjiro x reader #kny tanjiro kamado #kny tanjirou #tanjiro #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro fluff #demon slayer tanjiro

[hoodharlow]

Mr. Hood [Teacher!Cal AU]: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

AN: So I made it to another chapter in this series. Buckle up folks bc it’s gonna get wild. 

Requested?: no 

Warnings: smut, petty remarks from calum

Word Count: 3600 words 

"Mina, apurate. The meeting has already started." Odalis said impatiently to her daughter in the stall.  

"Ya voy." Mina sang-song.

Odalis knew she should've made her go to the bathroom before leaving the bakery. Now she was late to the meeting for Mina's field trip. She wasn't sure how, but Aubrey roped her into being one of the chaperones. He was going to be, but because Johnathan got called to an emergency work trip, he cancelled.

Overall, she was dreading seeing the other moms. Most of them judged her because she was always working and never helped during fundraisers and all those other PTA activities. Odalis on the other hand didn't like them because one of them started a rumor that she's only Aubrey's surrogate and not really Mina's mom. Because it was completely reasonable for one fifteen year old to ask another fifteen year old to be their surrogate. 

She just can't handle them being up her ass critiquing and giving her disapproving looks. Maybe the box of cheesecake brownies would make up for her tardiness. She knew those moms love her baking. They all conveniently act friendly towards her during Valentine’s day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

Mina walked out of the stall and gave her an unsatisfied look. She pointed at her chef's jacket and Dickie's pants. "Why didn't you freshen up? You can't meet Mr. Hood like that." 

She’s been insisting Odalis meet her new  teacher so she can date him because her teacher choked on his coffee when she presented her family tree to the class. That family tree project was cursed. 

It was a month ago when she was barely coming home from her night with Calum that Aubrey called her to ask if she could watch Mina because he got called into work. The day was fine. She had a little spa day at home with her, and they watched the first three Shrek movies. After dinner, Odalis was fixing Mina's homework folder when she saw the family tree project. A lot of tears were shed that night, most my Odalis. By the time Aubrey picked her up, the project was finished.

"Why are you so adamant about me meeting Mr. Hood? You know what? I'm not getting into it, hurry up."

She stepped out of the bathroom and paced around until Mina came out. They made their way to her class. As predicted all the moms sent her daggers as she slipped in the classroom. She bumped into a tall figure making her drop the brownies. She silently cursed and apologized to the person as she scrambled to pick up the pieces.

"Just take a seat." the person said.

She immediately recognized the voice. 

It was Calum's. 

Odalis set the box on the table and took a seat next to Mina in the back. 

"As I was saying," Calum continued, looking away from her and back to the other parents. 

Odalis wanted the ground to split open and swallow her whole. Of course she would sleep with her kid's teacher. 

Her phone silently lit up. It was a text from her friend Ashton. 

That was quite an entrance. The message read. 

She looked up and scanned the classroom. She spotted Ashton's bright smile. He waved at her and turned to wave at Mina who returned an enthusiastic wave to him. Her phone lit up once more. 

You're chaperoning?!? I'm about to order a 'MILF of the Year' trophy. 

Odalis rolled her eyes at his message and went back to pretending to follow along to what Calum was saying.

"He's so handsome. I wonder how he's still single." She heard the lady next to her whisper to another mom.

"I know. You can just tell he's good in bed." The other agreed.

Odalis tried paying attention to Calum and the whole itinerary for the day while those two debated which position Calum is best at, but she couldn’t. She itched to tell them that being on all fours while he takes it from behind is a religious experience. Especially when he's whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

She shifted in her small seat, hoping to get some sort of relief in between her thighs. As she watched him, she tried to distract herself from the more filthy thoughts that filled her mind but failed. He talked with his hands, which were not helping the situation at all. There was also his teacher's voice. He spoke more articulate and precise whereas at the bar he was more relaxed and carefree. He sounded so demanding, yet caring. She couldn't explain it, but just from watching him in front of the classroom she knew he belonged there. 

About half an hour later, she noticed everyone got up. She followed suit, and walked over to Mina, who was in Ashton's arms. She glanced back at Calum as he smiled and nodded to whatever the swarm of moms told him. 

"Mina, recoge tus cosas." Odalis told her. 

Her daughter huffed and Ashton set her down. She went back to where she was coloring and picked up her book and crayons. 

"What are you doing here?" Odalis asked Ashton, reaching over to give him a side hug.

"My mate's the teacher. He needed another chaperone for the trip." He explained. He leaned in close her ear. "You didn't hear from me, but he slept with one of the parents here. So I'm here to see that shitshow unfold."

"Oh god, I'd hate to be that parent." She laughed awkwardly.

***

"Fuck! Right there Cal! Yes!" Anya screamed, as Calum took her from behind. In a matter of seconds she was a moaning mess.

“Shit." Calum grunted. 

He closed his eyes, hoping he finally would cum. But all he pictured was Nelly and not the girl in front of him. He frustratedly pulled out of Anya and dumped the condom in the trashcan next to his nightstand.

"Did you—"

"No." He snapped. He dropped his shoulders. "Sorry, I just have a lot of shit in my head right now."

"Don't worry about it. One good thing about you, is that you make sure I finish at least twice." she teased, making him playfully roll his eyes at her.

Calum pulled on his sweats and got out of bed. Thankfully, Anya knew when her time was up. She didn't mind much, it came with the territory. She knew that someone like Calum wasn't in the cards for her. She picked up her clothes and went to the bathroom. 

He gently knocked on the bathroom door. “I’m going to go take Duke out. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. Help yourself to anything.”

“Okay, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick.” She responded. 

He grabbed his hoodie and exited the room. Duke lifted his head from the couch. His tail wagged excitedly as he watched Calum get his leash. He hopped off the couch and hopped on the small bench under the key holder where the leash is. 

After struggling to get the raincoat on Duke, Calum and him were on their way down. Once they reached the lobby, Duke gave him an annoyed look after seeing that here wasn’t any reason for him to be in the raincoat. They spent fifteen minutes wandering around the same tree until Duke decided he rather pee on the small flower garden bed. If Ashton saw him now, he’d drop dead.

They went back inside just as it poured. Calum pressed the elevator button and waited. He answered a text from his best friend sent him, asking if he was still coming over to his girlfriend's belated birthday party as he rode back up to his room. By the time he arrived at his apartment, Anya had left. 

Calum checked his calendar when he put Duke’s leash back on the key holder. The day of the field trip approached faster than Calum anticipated. It was weighing heavily on shoulders that he couldn't fuck it up. While he was getting ready, Dr. Tellez, the principal and his boss, called him telling him that she was going to meet them at the museum for a bit. 

He finished buttoning the last button of his shirt when his phone rang. He patted his pants, cursing that he couldn't find it. He threw all his clothes off the bed and patted the duvet, nothing. He got up and surveyed his room. He spotted it on his night stand. 

He saw Crystal, Ashton's girlfriend and one of the other third grade teachers, on his phone. He'd been avoiding her and Ashton since the meeting. When they went to their friend's house, Ashton badgered Calum the whole ride there, wanting to know which parent he slept with. "'Lo?" He answered. 

"Hey, my car is out of juice. Can you stop by Delicias and hook me up?" Crystal said through the other side.

Delicias was Odalis' bakery and there's no way in hell he was ever going there. 

"Can't you ask Ashton?" He asked.

"I'd ask Ashton, but he rode with me. Odalis is here, but she looks busy and I don't want to annoy her."

Calum silently cursed and rubbed the top of his nose. "I'll be there in a bit."

"Thank you! I'll go make Ashton buy you coffee and breakfast. They make the best bagel sandwiches ever."

Calum bid her goodbye and threw himself on the bed. Duke jumped on the bed and nudged him.

"I know mate," he sighed. He pulled Duke and scratched behind his ears. "Today's gonna be a shit show."

In less than ten minutes he pulled up to Delicias and parked next to Crystal's car. She already had her car ready for Calum. 

"Thank you so much." She said after a few minutes. She tested her car and instantly it roared to life. "Oh look, there's Ashton."

Calum looked up and made a face as Odalis and Mina were with him. Odalis was already looking at him when he met her eyes. She quickly averted her gaze and nodded to whatever her daughter was saying. 

He still couldn't wrap it around his head that Odalis was Mina's mom. But it made sense, personality wise, and everything Mina told him about her made sense too. Which was why seeing her small cutout on Mina's family tree project was adding salt to his wound. 

When he woke up the following morning, he was surprised to find her side empty. He knew their encounter was a one time thing, but he was hoping it would have ended later, after a quick round and breakfast. That day he holed up in his room. His friend Luke had come by around noon to drop Duke off. Calum told him what happened the night before only for Luke to call him a dumbass. 

Calum ended up sleeping the rest of the day and was unprepared for the following day when Mina proudly presented her project. Of all people he was not expecting Odalis to be on there, not to mention his neighbor from a few doors down was also on the poster. Not only did he sleep with his student’s parents, but his neighbor's daughter. Mina just had to put Odalis' father on her poster as well.

"Hi, Mr. Hood!" Mina greeted him when they approached him and Crystal. Calum waved to her.  She not so subtly pushed Odalis to the front. "This is my mom, Odalis." 

"I didn't get a chance to introduce myself the other day at the meeting. I’m Mr. Hood." He told Odalis with his hand stretched out. “Nelly right?”

"It's Odalis actually." She corrected him. 

"Oh sorry, you look like someone I met before with that name." He apologized sarcastically. She gave him a sardonic smile before rolling her eyes.

"I have to go back to work." She told Ashton, ignoring Calum's last comment. She leaned in and gave Ashton a side hug and waved to Crystal. She tucked her hair back. "Mina, let’s go back inside and wait for grandpa."

“You’re not going to the museum?” Crystal asked her. 

“No,” Odalis shook her head, she quickly glanced at Ashton. “I got a last minute order from an annoying customer.”

After Odalis and Mina drove off, Ashton smacked Calum upside his head. 

"You two fucked!" Ashton yelled at him.

"Wha-what are you talking about?" He stammered, rubbing where Ashton hit him.

"I've known Odalis for almost six years. You think I don't know about ‘Nelly’? I was the one that called the cops when the creep showed up here, and I later suggested that she go by a fake name."

"Ash—"

"Don't Ash me. She's like my little sister. I can't believe you fucked my little sister!"

"I didn't fucking know!"

"Ash, fucking calm down." Crystal said calmly. "Here have some tea and go wait in the car."

"Fine, but at the museum I'm paired up with you and not him." Ashton slammed the car door shut, emphasizing his anger toward Calum. Though once inside he happily sipped his prickly pear and hibiscus iced tea. 

***

Calum hadn’t heard from Ashton in two days, which was long for Ashton. So he was surprised to hear from him when he got a text from him on Valentine’s Day morning, that he better show up for Crystal’s surprise birthday party later in the evening. He planned on responding that her party was about two months late, but he didn’t want to risk getting uninvited. 

He slipped his leather jacket over his hoodie and was on his way out. In less than fifteen minutes he pulled up to Ashton’s condo. He was locking his car when a bright red blur hurried past him. 

It was Odalis.

His eyes followed her as she stalked a few boxes with her bakery’s logo on top of a hand truck. She wore a short scarlet red satin dress with a bright red turtleneck sweater. She looked beautiful, plain and simple. 

Calum was going to approach, but hid behind his car when someone walked up to her. He couldn’t see who it was, but from her laugh, he hated him. He grabbed Crystal’s present, a charcuterie set he ordered from Crate and Barrel. He slipped inside and made his way to Ashton’s yard. Grabbing a beer from the cooler behind the makeshift bar, he made his way to greet Crystal. 

“Happy belated birthday, love.” He said, pulling her to hug. 

“Thanks Cal!” She squealed. It was obvious she had a little bit too much to drink. She looked down at the wrapped box. “Is that for me? You got me a present?”

“Of course it’s your birthday party.” He smiled. 

“You’re like the best co-worker, Cal.” She gave him another hug before taking the present and went to her friends. They all cheered as she showed off the box. 

Calum finished off his beer and went over to Michael and his fiance, Hunter. He pulled Michael into a hug and gave Hunter a side hug. He didn’t miss a beat and congratulated them on their engagement. He told Hunter about how nervous Michael was a few weeks ago when he got the guys together to tell them about how he planned to propose. The trio chatted for a while. Ashton eventually joined them. The only person missing was Luke.

“Luke is absolutely smitten. He hasn’t left her side.” Hunter said, sipping some of her piña colada seltzer.

Calum turned back to where she was looking and found Luke talking to Odalis. He frowned seeing her smiling at Luke. Part of him wanted to go up to them, but he couldn't. Ashton would have his head for ruining Crystal's part and serve it in the charcuterie board he got Crystal.

"I'm gonna go get food." He told them. 

"I moved all the food inside and just left the desserts buffet." Ashton told him. 

Calum nodded and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a plate and served himself. He read through some emails from the PTA moms about the upcoming bake sale while he ate.

He went to the bathroom in Ashton's guest room. He heard the bedroom door close as he peed. A hushed voice filled the whole room. After finishing his business he waited a few more minutes until they hung up. He quickly flushed the toilet and washed his hands. His eyes met Odalis' when he exited the bathroom. 

"Following me around I see." she said. 

"I was taking a piss when you got inside. Maybe check if the room's being occupied before coming in, Nelly." He said, leaning against the door.

"It's Odalis." She corrected him.

"Could've fooled me— actually you did." he sarcastically laughed. 

Odalis was quiet. After finding out he was Mina's teacher, she forced her dad to take her place as chaperone. She didn't know how to feel. Part of her wants the earth to swallow her whole, but the part of her feels relieved to see him. She missed him for some odd reason. There was something about him that attracted her to him. 

"You okay?" Calum asked her. He waved his hand in front of her face when he noticed her zone out. 

She blinked a few times and then met his gaze. Her eyes dropped to his lips. She longed to have his mouth on her. She spent nights just getting off at the thought of his kisses. How he kissed with so much determination, how he'd smiled on her lips when she moaned as he fucked her senseless.

Odalis got on her tippy toes and leaned in. It took Calum a second to kiss her back, he surprised that he was kissing her once more. Without breaking their kiss, he grabbed the back of her thighs and picked her up. Pushing her against the door, he locked it. 

She pulled away and  slipped off her sweater. Odalis pushed his jacket off him and helped him out of his hoodie and shirt. She slid her hands over his chest and up to his face. She couldn't believe he was in front of her. 

Their kisses led them to the bed. The last few layers of clothes shed as they got reacquainted with their bodies. 

"Can I have a taste?" Calum whispered in her ear. Odalis looked up at him with an unreadable expression. "I don't have to, of course. Whatever we do is up to you. If you just want to make out then we'll just make out. But if you want to have sex, fine by me. I want you to know that you're not obligated to do anything. We can stop and just act like—"

"Just be gentle." She said, stopping him from rambling.

"Wait, seriously?" His face lit up. 

"Yes." she softly giggled. 

Odalis wrapped her arms around him as she deepened the kiss. She let out a soft groan when Calum pulled away from her lips. She watched him kiss her body as he made his way down. 

He looked up at her when he reached her dripping core. 

"Ready?" he asked. 

Odalis nodded her response, partly speechless that he was actually going to go down on her. 

"Use your words, sweetheart." 

"Yes." 

Calum nodded and opened her legs to him. He kissed up her thigh, gently nipping her and repeated with her other leg. He smirked to himself, hearing how restless Odalis got. 

She let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Calum licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Calum's grip on them kept her in place. He moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her. 

"I'm gonna insert a finger in you, okay?" He asked. 

"Yes, that's okay." She panted. 

Calum continued to eat her out for what seemed an eternity, but Odalis wasn't complaining. He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Odalis felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Calum's fingers and tongue. Calum felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly. 

"Calum!" She moaned out, not caring who heard her. Calum lapped up her release. He dropped her legs down and laid next to her.

Odalis didn't wait another second. She pulled him back on top of her and kissed him. They continued to kiss, teasing touches here and there, but nothing too intense for either of them. That is until Odalis thrusted her hips to meet his hips. They rolled around shuffling to get a condom from the drawer in the nightstand. 

"Please, Cal, I want you so bad," she whined. He bit back a sarcastic remark and just gave her what she wanted. She gasped loudly as he slid into her without a warning. 

Calum buried his face in her neck. With a few slow and deep thrusts he began to take her  at that slow and deep pace. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders and back. His head was buried in her neck, praising her with sweet nothings.

“Cal, fuck,” she panted, gripping his biceps as she met his thrusts. 

He pulled his hips back, pulling almost all the way out of her. He slammed into her without a warning and slowly retracted his cock once again. He continued to take her like that until she was a moaning mess. Calum slowly circled his thumb over her clit, nearing her to her climax. She clenched around him, his name was at the tip of her tongue. All she needed were a few thrusts. But then she felt empty. She opened her eyes and saw Calum getting up from the bed. 

"You owe me a date, sweetheart."

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I'm here - Edmund Pevensie x reader (Chapter 8)

Here's chapter 8! Hope you guys are enjoying reading this❤️ thank you for all your support! I appreciate it a lot.

Song :- Electric Love by BØRN ⚡

Y/n's Pov

Breakfast.. was awkward.

And when I say awkward I mean, really awkward.

From the small glances, blushes and smiles exchanged between Edmund and I, to Peter sending occasional smirks in both our directions and Susan and Lucy letting out giggles here and there. Just us being completely flustered.

Lucy had told me to talk to him to which I had stared in horror, thinking of the million ways I could embarrass myself in front of him.

I was just too shy.

The shyness actually increasing the more Peter shot me teasing looks everytime I'd try to look at Edmund.

"So, y/n.." Oh great.

"Yes Peter?"

"How's your morning?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I cleared my throat, "umm well its umm.. it's good. And you?"

"Oh yes. Splendid. How about you Ed?"

Ed looked like he was going to pounce on Peter. He shrugged in reply, catching my eye for a second. But honestly speaking, that second felt like an hour. It felt like time had stopped. It always did. Of course when it's him.

He turned attempting to hide the blush that began to run across his face. That, obviously not going unnoticed by Peter and I.

After waiting for a while, Peter decided to break the silence, "alright then.. I suppose we ready ourselves now, to get y/n home." He sent me a warming smile which I gladly returned.

One by one everyone left the room, that including Edmund of course. Him sending me a shy smile and disappearing into his room.

Timeskip >>>

Peter's Pov

Mind sickening.. that's what it was.

Not searching for y/n's house.. but the awkwardness in the air. Let me emphasise that. IT WAS SO THICK. The 'couple in progress', being the cause of it.

I had noticed all the failed attempts since we left the house.

How Edmund tried to go up and make conversation with y/n, only to chicken out the next second. Y/n on the other hand, speed walking away from him.

At this point, Edmund was staring her down like a hawk. Literally.

We had been walking for a while now.

Y/n remembered how to get back rather well, just not so clearly. So we had to stop a couple of times for her to familiarise, or ask about.

Susan, Lucy and y/n walking infront of us while Edmund and I were following closely behind.

I eyed Edmund again. Yes. He was in his own world. It was rather amusing to see him like this.. but at the same time, a part of me just wanted to smack some sense into him and get him to man up.

Walking closer to Edmund, I attempted to nudge him, but instead elbowed him. A little too hard. My bad.

"ASLAN!" he shrieked, earning a bunch of looks in our direction. The girls looking back at us in alarm too.

Edmund's ears turned a bright red. "What was that for?!" he scowled at me.

"I'm sorryyy!!"

Rubbing his side he sighed, "well.. what did you elbow me for?"

I rolled my eyes. Sassy pants. "I wanted to tell you, to you know.. go talk to-"

"Guys, I think we're close now!" y/n exclaimed grabbing Edmund's attention immediately.

"Later," he mumbled. I sighed watching Edmund proceed after them.

"Really? Are you sure?" Lucy questioned, with a slight tone of excitement.

"Yes, I'm sure! It's all clear now.. I remember running out from..." she dragged, "HERE!" she picked up her pace and took a turn down a road ahead of us.

We ran after her, only to see her standing in front of a house with her eyes wide open and her mouth slightly parted.

"Is this it?" Lucy ran upto her, grabbing onto her arm in the process. The excitement evident on the two's faces when they looked at eachother.

She turned back to me nodding her head with a look of excitement, "I'm home.." I motioned for her to proceed in response.

She slowly made her way to the doorstep. Standing there in silence for a while, she placed her hand on the doorknob trying to open it. Only, she turned back in frustration.

Y/n's Pov

I walked upto the doorstep. Taking in a breath I placed my hand on the doorknob.

It's locked. I furrowed my eyebrows. I don't remember locking the door behind me that day.

Finally Edmund spoke up, "what's wrong? Is this the wrong house?"

She shook her head, "no, no.. its just that.. its locked? I-I don't remember locking it the day I left."

Susan looked at me in confusion.

Edmund now coming beside me, "maybe there's someone inside?" he rang the doorbell.

No response.

Ugh. Was I wrong? Oh no. As if I hadn't given the Pevensie's enough of work already. I couldn't be more stressed. My mind was literally everywhere. I couldn't focus. A stray tear leaving my eye, I quickly wiped it away. Not wanting the others to see.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked at Edmund he smiled at me softly, "it's okay love.. don't worry, I'm here" He pulled me into his arms.

He stroked my hair gently. I layed my hands on his chest, pushing him away, "Edmund, I'm so sor-"

The door opened, "Y/N?!"

I widened my eyes in shock, "Y/F/N!!!"

Pulling away from Edmund's hold, I faced her completely only to get tackled into a hug.

Edmund backed away with a laugh.

"Oh my God! Y/N!! I was so worried! Where were youuu?!" she pulled away from me scanning my entire body.

"I.. umm it's.. it's a long story love.." I looked behind her and into my house. "When did you get here??"

She looked at me in confusion and widened her eyes in realisation. She laughed, "well, I had gone with my parents on a sudden family trip. I couldn't text you sooner because I the signal was just terrible. But when I was finally able to get better connection and texted you, I didn't get any replies."

Ah yes... I had left my phone at home.

"I got super worried since you weren't picking up my calls nor answering my messages. So since I had come home yesterday.. I decided to you know.. come by today, only to find the door unlocked and you nowhere to be seen."

Oh the guilt. Not only had I troubled Edmund and his siblings, but also my best friend.

"Gosh I'm so sorry I worried you. I-I'll explain everything that happened.. just- just give me a minute."

I turned around to face the Pevensie's, "I'd like you to meet my friends, the Pevensie's.. Edmund, Peter, Susan and Lucy, this is my best friend y/f/n.."

Y/f/n sent them a small wave, which the Pevensie's gladly returned.

"W-would you like to come inside?" I asked hoping they'd say yes.

Lucy jumped in excitement tugging at Peter's shirt sleeve, "can we?"

Peter smiled at her softly, "as much as we'd love to, I suppose it's time we go home." Lucy's smile dropped. "Mother is coming home today remember? So, another time for sure?" he looked at me.

Honestly I was a little disappointed. But he was right.. they could always come by. I nodded my head giving him a smile. Peter gave me a warming smile in return.

I looked at Edmund clearing my throat I began, "I owe you all a lot.. thank you so much for getting me home. I'm not just saying this, I mean every single word. I truly appreciate everything you've done for me the past few days. You're welcome to come by whenever." He gave me a soft smile, nodding.

"Your welcome. But you really don't need to thank us, it's what friends are for," Peter ruffled my hair.

"Can we come by some time Pete? We don't live that far apart either.." Lucy turned to him giving him puppy eyes.

"Of course we can Lu.."

Lucy squealed running upto me and into my embrace, "come by and visit us too, will you?"

"Definitely Lu," I swung her a little in my arms. We pulled apart breaking into a fit of giggles. Susan giving me a hug right after.

I finally turned to Ed.

Cue the blushing.

He gave me a soft smile, "I- umm.." he cleared his throat looking around nervously. Probably unsure of what to say.

I couldn't help but giggle. Cute.

He furrowed his eyebrows, a playful smile forming on his face, "what's so funny?"

I shook my head, "oh nothing.." I fought back the urge to laugh. Going upto him I pulled him into a hug, "you don't have to be so nervous you know?"

His chest rumbled with laughter, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist. He laid his chin on my head. "I'm going to miss you.." he whispered.

"This isn't goodbye silly," I slapped his arm gently letting out a laugh.

"I know, I know.. its just.. it's not going to be the same at home without you."

My heart fluttered at his words. Of course I'm going to miss living under the same roof as him, "well you heard me before.. you can come visit whenever."

He hugged me tighter humming in agreement. Finally after what seemed like an hour, we pulled apart.

"Well then, we'll be off now," Susan smiled at me. "It was nice meeting you, y/f/n."

"You too.." Y/f/n shook hands with them, going back inside. We bid eachother goodbye.

"Come visit us soon!" Lucy yelled. I laughed, "see you soon Lu!!"

Edmund gave me a small smile, waving his hand at me. I sent him a soft smile in return. Turning to face my house I sighed.

Wish there was a little more to it than that.

Just as I was about to go back inside, I heard footsteps behind me and soon I felt a hand grab onto my wrist.

Turning around I met those eyes. Those eyes that I always tend to get lost in.

"Edmund what are yo-"

Everything happened so fast I couldn't even process what was happening anymore.

He cupped my face, placing his lips on mine. Cue the sparks of electricity. Just like how we shared our first kiss. But this time, it was just us. It was as if time had stopped around us.

He snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me closer until there was absolutely no space between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly running my hands through his hair.

He sighed into the kiss, tilting his head a little to deepen it. The kiss was slow but passionate. Passionate enough to show me how he felt the last couple of days.

I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

Eventually we pulled apart catching out breath. Leaning his forehead against mine, he let out a laugh.

"Well that was..." I began.

"Amazing," we said in unison.

I giggled.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that.." he pecked my lips once again.

"Let me guess.. since yesterday? If I'm not wrong, I remember you kissing me back then too," I teased.

At this his face flushed a bright pink

"Well that was not how I wanted it to go initially.. I wa- oh you know what I mean!" he snapped jokingly.

I laughed.

"Y/n.." he cupped my cheeks once again. "I know it's only been a couple of days. But I honestly have never been so happy. Each and everytime, just one look at you and I'd be smiling like.. like oh gosh I can't even find the words to explain," he let out a low laugh shaking his head.

I couldn't stop smiling.

"I want to be here for you everyday. To listen to your worries, to make you happy. I want you to know, I'm always here for you, no matter what."

His gaze softened, "I really, really like you y/n.. heck no, what am I even saying? I'm so in love with you y/n! W-would you let me court you?"

I nodded my head at the verge of crying happy tears. He picked me up hugging me and slowly swinging side to side.

"I love you too Ed.. I really do," he showered my face with kisses and finally placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

"I can finally call you mine.. you don't know how happy I am right now."

"I bet I do.. trust me, I'm just as happy as you are," I giggled.

He rolled his eyes playfully, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. Placing a kiss there, "Eddd that ticklesss!" I whined.

Our moment interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

We pulled apart only to see Peter smirking at us. With Lucy and Susan staring in awe from behind.

"It was about time," Lucy giggled.

"Ooh I didn't know their was a couple amongst us.." y/f/n entered the scene curious to know what was taking me so long.

"Oh Aslan..." Edmund sighed.

"Guess we're going to have to deal with two Peter's now," I laughed. Edmund raised his eyebrows. "Well, as long as you're with me, I'll learn how to deal with it," he winked at me. "Always," I nodded my head, "and forever" he mumbled.

"Oh my God, when did Ed get so cheesy?" Peter groaned in the background.

The others laughed. While Ed nuzzled his head back into my neck, me stroking his hair.

Well, I guess that marks the end to this series. I really loved writing this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you for all the love and support guys❤️

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saturday came rolling by quicker than you'd expected.

standing near the entrance of the rather expensive restaurant (you swore that even the plants by the door are worth more than everything you were wearing combined) you opened your phone, double checking to make sure you were at the right place that jaehyun's mother messaged you.

admittedly, it was a bit weird that you were hanging our with your new friend's mother whithout the knowledge of that said friend, but even if you wanted to back out, you couldn't because it would be rude to do so.

you returned your phone back into your white sling bag after confirming that this was indeed the place and made your way into the entrance, the restaurant's guard opening the door for you.

the moment you stepped in, you started to feel a bit self conscious. you were only wearing a simple navy blue wrap dress underneath a cream cardigan and a pair of sandals to match— deeming you absolutely out of place inside the fancy interior of the establishment.

to the eyes of the occupants of the restaurant, you probably looked like a lost puppy considering your attire and the fact that you had no idea where the hell mrs. jung was.

"miss, can i help you?"

your search was interrupted by one of the waiters, you assumed.

"oh, um, i'm looking for mrs. jung..?"

were you supposed to say that? at that point you didn't even care— you just wanted this whole lunch thing over and done with.

"ah, then you must be y/n l/n, correct?" you were slightly confused, but you nodded anyway.

"follow me, miss."

and so you did, carefully treading along the restaurant floor. you were afraid if you even breathe in the wrong direction, you'd end up breaking one of the many expensive decorations littered all around the place.

the waiter lead you to a secluded part of the restaurant. sunlight was beaming into the large arch windows that were adorning the walls and there were only three tables set up, all of which were unoccupied save for the one at the very end.

as you moved further inside, the two people that were sitting at the last table had noticed you and the waiter walking in. their heads turned towards your direction and you stopped in your tracks.

one of them was mrs. jung, obviously, but the other one you weren't quite expecting.

"miss y/n?"

"jaehyun?"

amidst your shock, the waiter had already left, leaving the three of you alone. your eyes were frozen stuck on jaehyun dozens of question marks floating around his head.

you were confused, but then you remembered that this was her son, of course he'd be here. but couldn't she at least have told you?

"y/n, dear, it's good that you've finally joined us! i was worried that you wouldn't come."

jaehyun was the first to snap back into reality. he diverted his attention from you to his mother.

"mother," you couldn't pinpoint the exact emotion he was carrying in his voice. "care to explain why miss y/n is here?"

"i invited her, of course," mrs. jung seemed to be completely unbothered by not so pleasant demeanor that her son was baring.

"sorry, i can just leave if you'd like," the atmosphere was unbearably uncomfortable and you'd much rather just leave if you could. you gave them a small bow before turning your heels, hand clutching your bag as you were about to leave.

"no, it's alright—" the screeching of a chair was heard and you felt a hand grab onto your arm, preventing you from moving forward. you turned around and you were met with a rather frantic looking jaehyun. "you can stay."

eyes wide from the sudden close proximity, your gaze moved back and forth from jaehyun's very very close face to his hand that was holding onto you— you could feel the heat slowly rising to your cheeks.

jaehyun must've noticed the situation that you two were in and he let go of you hurriedly, a coughing out a small sorry in the process. from the corner of your eye you could see his mother looking at the both of you with an amusement in her face. mostly because of his son's absolutely uncharacteristic behavior but you weren't aware of that.

"i apologize if my words sounded rude," jaehyun started, finally managing to get himself back together. "it wasn't my intention to send you away— i was just surprised to see you again."

"no it's okay," you gave him a smile of assurance and he visibly relaxed.

you nearly forgot that his mother was actually here (not to mention she was the one who invited you) until you heard her speak up.

"maybe i'm the one who should be leaving?" she teased, jaehyun giving her a disapproving look.

"you're staying. i believe you still have some explaining to do, mother."

much to your surprise, lunch went a lot better that you'd expected, especially taking into account the prior events that took place. mrs. jung eventually told jaehyun everything— the fact that she contacted you last time as well as her reasonings. jaehyun wasn't really upset that his mother was trying to set you two up, he was absolutely flustered to the highest point— cheeks flaring and avoiding eye contact from you as much as possible, you couldn't help but laugh at him, furthering his embarrassment.

"i apologize for my mother's behavior," he tells you (although, his eyes were looking everywhere else except for you).

the evident unease that was present earlier was replaced with comfortable air to which you were surprised, but nevertheless you were thankful. the conversation went on until the topic eventually landed on you.

"y/n," jaehyun's mom started, taking a sip from her peach-colored drink before continuing. "i realized i never got to ask your age."

"ah, i'm turning twenty-one this year," you replied, earning a hum from the older woman.

jaehyun places down his fork, diverting his attention towards you instead. "you must be in school then. do you mind me asking what your major is?"

"oh, no i'm not, actually,"

you continued to eat your food (you asked jaehyun what it was called but it your ears failed to understand the rich language) while the two of your companions promptly stopped, expecting you to continue. the sudden attention directed on you was a bit discomforting, so you placed your utensils down and wiped your lips with the napkin available.

"i can't really afford college so i'm still trying to save."

"what about your parents?" jaehyun asked, concern lacing his voice. "shouldn't they be the one's supporting you?"

"they sort of abandoned me after i graduated high school," you reply, staring at the untouched drink in front of you. "so i had to do things on my own from there."

you didn't really have a problem talking about your situation— you'd always been one to believe that all things happen for a reason, so you don't hold anything against your parents. you were never one to dwell on things; you'd rather choose to just keep on moving forward no matter how many setbacks you encounter. but of course, even though you had moved, emotions from the past sometimes resurface.

"i'm so sorry to hear that, sweetie," mrs. jung tried to sympathize with you. "i hope you're not too uncomfortable talking about this."

"no, it's okay, i've moved on," you pressed your lips together into a smile. "and although i'm not exactly in the best place financially, i'm pretty happy with my life right now. the experiences i've gathered and all of the wonderful people i've met— i'm very thankful for all of that."

after your mini speech, you looked over to jaehyun, who was looking at you with an expression that you weren't able to pinpoint.

"you really are an amazing person, miss y/n."

the words that left jaehyun's lips left you stunned, unable to think of a response. he might've said this to you through chat but this time he was looking at you— looking at you so so intently that you lost your entire train of thought.

"oh— um, thanks," you managed to sputter out before going back to your food.

"you know, dear, i'd be more than willing to help you with your financial situation right now," jaehyun's mother says and you politely decline.

"no, no, it's okay! i've saved up quite a bit already, and on top of my many part time jobs, my art has been doing pretty well recently," you explain. "i don't think it would be right for me to take money from you."

mrs. jung thinks momentarily before speaking up. "art? are you an artist, y/n?"

"i remember her mentioning it to me at one point," jaehyun joins in the conversation.

"well... i'm not exactly well known but i do a bit of freelance work here and there," you meekly mumbled. "i also do commissions."

until now, you couldn't tell what exactly was going on in jaehyun's head, but mrs. jung seems to be elated from your words.

"that sounds wonderful, dear!" jaehyun's mother beamed. "if you aren't too busy, i'd like to commission you, as well."

"really?"

you perked up from hearing her suggestion. you still had a few paintings lined up to be finished, but you'd be a fool to pass up on this opportunity.

"i still have some things to work on," you began. "but if you could wait until those are finished, then i see no problem!"

"there's no rush, dear! work on it as you see fit— we can discuss the details privately in a later time."

"alright, thank you so much, mrs. jung! i'll be sure not to disappoint you."

the day went on and the lunch you spent with the two jung's was over. after bidding then goodbye and thanking them for the nice meal, jaehyun had insistently offered to drive you home, but you politely declined, saying that you can just take the bus instead.

sitting on one of the benches at the bus stop, you pulled out your ear buds, deciding to listen to music as you waited. today wasn't as bad as you expected. jungwoo and haechan were wrong about mrs. jung— she may be a bit excessive and a bit too evasive regarding her son's affairs, she seemed like a genuine and sweet lady, none the less.

amidst your thoughts, you felt someone sitting beside you so you instinctively scooted away. you heard a cough from the said person, so you looked over to them. surprised, you pulled your ear buds away.

"jaehyun?"

"miss y/n," he looked at you. "i would like to formally apologize for my mother's behavior— she tends to cross boundaries without meaning to, i hope you don't take anything against her."

to be honest, you never expected jaehyun to run after you. it appears that the tables have turned seeing that he looks extremely out of place in his expensive looking coat inside the vicinity of the run-down bus stop. jaehyun still looked a bit embarrassed talking about it seeing that his face was painted a light dust of pink, causing a mirthful laugh to bubble in your throat.

"it's okay," you smiled at him in assurance. "i was definitely caught off guard, but i can see that your mother doesn't have any ill intentions."

jaehyun let out a sigh, visibly easing up upon your response.

"thank you for understanding," he gave a you smile and you were taken aback— jung jaehyun smiled at you for the first time that day and holy shit he has dimples.

before you can conjure up a response, the bus came into view and you stood up in haste, moving closer into the street. as the vehicle neared, you looked behind to see that jaehyun was now on his feet but he was yet to leave. the both of you made eye contact and you grinned at him.

"i'll be going now, jaehyun. thank you for today!"

his expression mirrored yours, hands snugly tucked into the pockets of his coat.

"likewise, miss y/n."

you curtly nodded before finally entering the bus. as you sat down, you looked outside the window only to see jaehyun still in the same position as before but he had his phone in his hand, fingers tapping away at the screen. he noticed you looking at him, giving you a small wave before walking away.

your phone buzzed from inside your back and you quickly took it out. a laugh escaped your lips and a wide smile blossomed into your face.

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the classic rich boy and poor girl love story but with less prejudice and more happiness

13 // safe ride home

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Loneliness

(Where I live, 11th and 12th grades are referred to as college)

Have you ever related to a character on TV so much that you feel like you are living through them? I recently started watching The Office and fell in love with the one character, no points for guessing who. Michael Gary Scott. I love him for all the reasons that any ordinary office watcher might love him, he's silly, funny, goofy and caring but also at the same time very real (at least in the first few seasons) because of his flaws. But I, more than just love him. I relate to him. So many things he does involve situations that I can easily imagine finding myself in. But, by far, the most relatable aspect of Michael is his loneliness and his constant craving for attention.

Loneliness is... feeling like you are alone even when you are amidst a lot of people. Because you don't feel connected to them or you just don't know or share a relationship with them. I feel like a lot of people are lonely at some point in their life. But going through loneliness is a completely different thing. I see it as chronic suffering. When I was in school, I used to feel lonely sometimes. Like, when my friends weren't present that day in school. But loneliness, as a much deeper and eviscerating feeling, actually hit me when I had to leave school. Not during Summer or Winter Holidays but when I left school forever, never to return.

For the first time, I felt completely unmoored in life. For 12 long years, my school had been the home that even my own home wasn't, my friends had been the family that I had identified with and related to more than my own family. My teachers were no different from my parents. Just as caring, just as toxic. I had been to so many places in those 12 years, but I still did not know of a world beyond school gates. That is where I grew up and lived and matured more than anyplace else.

And naturally, when I had to bid goodbye to those homely classrooms, matronly staff, those trees under whose shade my shadow grew longer every year, the cosy pink walls and the inner gardens away from all the hullabaloo of the city and even the stinky toilets and gloomy labs, it was nothing short of traumatic. I hated it. And to rub salt over wounds, I was, against my likings, admitted to a college that none of my friends joined. It was completely different from the environment I had been used to till then. The students, the teachers, everything felt so different and unrelatable. My mother was the Principal in my college. She was right there the whole time. Someone who is my actual family was there with me the entire time and still, the place didn't feel like home. It didn't feel like my college. It remained, right from the first day till the very last, 'my mother's college that I also happened to go to'. The teachers were friendly, never scolded me. The students were courteous. But it all felt so fake and affected and I felt so suffocated.

Whenever I went to school, it never - not for one day or for one minute - felt like I was going to attend school, it always felt like I was going there to hang out with my friends, albeit, in front of a blackboard. Every day I'd wake up and look forward to school. But when I was in college, I would only wake up, every single day, and try to find reasons to not attend it. I hated it. It felt like there was nothing at all to be excited about anymore. I felt lonely and probably would have even slipped into depression if it hadn't been for table tennis.

That was in 11th. 12th was a completely different experience for me. I made friends but never felt comfortable with them. They didn't feel like family, they were just friends. Not even the best types. However, I was, for most of 12th, completely occupied with my preparations for CLAT. I was so immersed in it that I barely found time to even feel lonely, let alone go through loneliness. No doubt there were times when I felt like it would have been so much easier had my school friends been by my side, but I would quickly swerve my focus back to my studies. It was all eat-study-sleep. And I slowly got used to this new way of life.

And then the pandemic happened.

To be continued.

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Always the extra, never the lead (part 2)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki X F! Reader

Genre: Fluff(?)

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the wait, forgive me for being so lazy omgg. I'm really having a hard time how to end this, so I'm sorry if I just end it like that and feels like rushed. I feel like it's up to your imagination on how you'll pereceive it lololol (i'mjustsolazytocontinue). Thank you for reading! And I'm writing another angst so if you want to get your heart broken again, stay tuned ig.

Shocked. Confused. He didn't actually know what he's feeling that time as he watched you bidding your goodbye with that forced smile. He didn't dare move as if the the gravity was pulling him too hard from his seat.

All he can do is watch your retreating form with a conflicted expression as he try to sort his mind.

He already made a decision. And that is to put a distance between the two of you. So, why? Why did that the fucking organ inside in his chest feels so heavy when you called his nickname with a dejected voice as if that will be the last time you'll him that?

That is a mystery that he didn't want to find out. Yet.

He left the restaurant as soon as you went home, pissed with the nosy extras that's giving him a cruel look for making a girl cry.

Everything went fine after the incident but it doesn't mean that his life will go back to normal. He pushed you away, even though you said that you'll still be his friend, the bridge connecting the two of you is already replaced with a big crater. As much as he wants to act normal, something inside him screams that he's doing thubgs wrong and that irritates him to hell.

"Hello, earth to Bakugou!" A sweet voice makes him go back to reality. His eyes widen for a bit when he saw your face but it immediately disappeared when his crimson eyes fell to the girl he's currently dating. "Geez, Bakugou. If you feel sick, I think you shouldn't pushed yourself coming here."

"Huh? What yer' talking about, shitty woman?!" His tone rises than he intended as he take a bite on his now cold food. It's been a week since they really started going out for real. Taking a walk here and there, eating outside, and such. It's nothing really special. Just like how it used to be when they were young.

Akiya came home from New York last year after her parents died in a villain attack there. Mitsuki's the one who offered her to stay ath their home for a while. She's his childhood quirkless friend, well, technically his mother forced him to befriend her since her mom's a close friend. She was devastated at that time and Bakugou's there to comfort her, having a great sense of urge to protect her.

"Oh? So, you're fine after all." She laughed, teasing him for his outburst which just made him sigh. "You know...," she said trailing her words. "Someone told me that if you don't want to feel regret at the end, you don't have to overthink something and just let your heart decides."

Her philosophical words makes him furrows his brows, not really knocking any sense to him. "Quit the Confucius wannabe act, shitty woman. What the hell are you on?"

She chuckles. "What I'm saying is...before it's too late, you should chase the girl you really love. Y/n, that's her name, right?"

"What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"C'mon, Bakugou! Quit being a dick  and go get your girl. I know you since childhood and, gosh, you're so obvious."

He didn't talk back, not that he doesn't have any snarky remark but he just want to listen and get enlightened. "You didn't really love me." She said that as if it weighs nothing. "We both know it. What we have between us is just platonic. Your urge of protecting me is nothing but a hero instinct really. Like a responsiblity, that's all. You just thought that I'm the one you wanted to protect the most because I'm weak and you already thought that that's love."

He watched her crossing her arms, brow raising up as she tries to lecture him about love and his crooked . "It's clear that you love her. That's why I was so confused when you asked me out. I mean, what the fuck's wrong with your judgement? You're so smart and yet really stupid."

"Then, why did you still accept me?!" His voice raising up, feeling the pent up frustrations as he function his brain. The hazy, cloudy water he's looking at slowly  getting clearer as the girl, who was supposedly dating him is, helping him unravel his feelings. "I'd like to see how long you'd last but I'm getting frustrated at our set up considering how tangled your feelings."

•••

With the energetic sun outside, class 3-A students decided to spend their Sunday inside their dorm. Gathering at the common area as they ramble about how dreading and tedious the day is. As for you, it was just another day for sulking, not really feeling to socialize. A week of holing yourself in your room, avoiding to cross path with a certain someone as you try to heal yourself. It just feels so good lazying around in your room with soft blanket wrapping you up like burrito.

But, of course, someone will come barging in your room and destroy the peace you once had. Hands on her hip, the pink haired looked at you like a mother going to reprimand her child. "I swear, y/n, I'll trash you're room if you didn't stand up right now and have fun with us."

"C'mon y/n-chan! Don't let Bakugou spoil your day." You winced when the bubbly, round face uttered his name. That's one of the reason why you chose to trapped yourself in you room. Hearing any signs related to him just brings back the humiliation and despair you felt that night. "Girl, I'll tell you get over it. You're too good for him. It's his loss for letting you go away."

"Uh, that's absolutely right! And don't get me started with that girl he chose over you. It's clear that you're much better and yet..." Mina intejected empasing the word to prove her point, shaking her head as she clicked her tongue. This just lead Momo to stop the the acid user from dissing the girl. "Mina, don't pick on Akiya. She's a sweet girl."

Tsuyu nodded, agreeing with Momo. "You know they said that the key of moving on is to fill yourself with happiness. So, push those bitterness away from your soul and come downstairs to have fun."

A small smile forming on your lips, grateful for having a best group of friends. Their comforting words and the way they cheer you up makes your heart swell, tears welling up your eyes. 

Fits of laughter welcomes you as your eyes met the chaotic state of your classmates. It's true that they're really having fun. Kaminari, Mineta, and Sero are in the middle, standing as they act something ridiculous while Kirishima, Tenya, Jirou are sitting on the large couch, trying not to laugh so hard as they guessed. They really took charades in the next level. Your other classmates are just on the other side of the couch watching the game, shouting if they figured it out. 

Mina pushed you towards them as the both of you squeezed yourselves at the large couch, sitting beside the crimson locks. You smiled at him when he noticed your presence, feeling awkward, you focused your gaze on the goofy duo.

You're barely containing your laughter when they turn their backs on you, for sure it will be something that will make Ms. Joke insecure with her banters. "Hey, why are you taking so–"

Jirou can't finish her sentence when the sparky blond abruptly faces you. You were losing it, hands on your aching stomach as unsophistacated laughs escape your mouth. Lo and behold, Kaminari with his newly styled hair, split in half as Sero's tape keep it standing. Chest puffing up and flexing his biceps while copying the familiar pro-hero's famous smile.

"That's an awful version of All Might, sparky." You said, cheeks burning up after you calmed down yourself. "Hey, you hurt my feelings, y/n." You cackled at his response, eyes rolling at his childishness.

"But I'm giving you an A plus for making us laugh though."

"Well, it's my pleasure to put a smile on your face." Eyes winking as he shoot his famous thumb gun to you. Oh god, he's really flirting at you in front of your classmates. You snort when you saw Mina playfuly raising her brows, giving you a knowing look.

Another round was immediately ended with Mina shouting the answer on top of her lungs. It was really obvious when Denki held the pervert grape boy and raised him up in the air, immediately giving away the answer for the popular pose in the Lion King.

You saw Denki walking towards you with a playful smile painted on his face. You yelp when he suddenly pulls your hand, making you stand up, guiding you to the middle. You didn't want to spoil the fun, so you just let him do what he's planning about.

"Okay, okay, this time let's change our players! Mineta, please move aside." He said shoving the tiny creature, not letting him protest. "Let the princess here shine with me."

You heard your classmates shout, the girls cheering you while giving you a thumbs up. You both looked at the whiteboard held by Momo, reading the next word to guess, you sighed.

"Oh! T-that's..." Your partner stuttered, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at you flustered. "What? That's really not hard."

It's true though. The word was simple. All they gotta do is imitate the the 'titanic pose'. "I-I..uh..okay."

He snuggled behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. Most of the girls are squeling, too excited at the scene. You raised your arms, spreading just like what Rose did, making your shirt rise a bit. You felt the sparky blond's slender fingers making contact at the little exposed skin, unknowingly sending a tiny jolts. You flinch at the ticklish feeling, leaving a gasp from your mouth. It seems that Denki's purposely tickling you through his electricity.

"Oh my god! S-stop it, Denki." You try to slap his hand away as you let another cackle. "Make me."

The game is now long forgetten when Mina decided to team up with the blind and hold both of your wrists. You're helplessly laying on the floor as he continue to tickle you. Unladylike snort escaping your lips while wagging your head, kicking your foot as you try to pry his hands away.

The class president's scolding Kaminari, hands moving robotically, but it just falls on deaf ears. Your other classmates are having a pillow fight that you didn't  who started it. The common room is now a mess.

Snarky as ever he is, the sight before him adds fuel to the raging fire inside him. The girl beside him is all smiles upon entering the famous UA. Deciding that it's better for her to tag along with him to help him chose the right path and not make mistakes again. Playing cupid and matchmaking really excites her.

"Are they having a party here?" The sweet girl whispered as he scans the now messy common room, pillows being thrown while some are tackling each other. The first thing his eyes land on is the sight of you tackled by the electric user as you laugh your lungs out.

You are really having fun.

"Oh god, are we too late?" Is he? The thought scared the fuck out of him. Your eyes widen when you spot him by the door...with the girl he's dating beside him.

"What the fuck's going on here?!" He yelled, making his classmate's head snapped towards his direction, eyeing the the two of them. Akiya waved her hand, shyly greeting them with a small 'hello'.

His jaw clench, darting eyes on his idiot blond friend. "Bakubro, you're home.." He said, acknowledging his presence as his eyes moved to the girl beside him. "...and you brought your girlfriend."

You were just fine a while ago. Laughing so hard til tomorrow. For the first time after you got rejected, you got a taste of happiness and yet the universe doesn't really want you to make the most out of it. There he was, scowl on his face as he introduce his girlfriend to the Bakusquad.

You classmates began dispersing as they went back to their own rooms, realizing that the fun has ended.

Something's really tugging your heart too hard for your own liking as if it wants to torture you with a heart ache. You didn't know that you're frozen in place like a fucking statue.

Mina crept beside you, nudging your shoulder snapping out of your trance. Denki already let you go upon seeing the fuming new arrival, throwing a glare at him. As you get a hold of yourself, you decided to go back to your room.

But the gods are not done with you, telling that you're still have an important role to fulfill. Someone screams your name, your mission of going back to the room peacefully were interrupted.

"Hey, y/n!" You muttered a curse before facing them. You wanted to raise your eyebrow, be bitchy, and act like you just didn't get your ass dumped by the man she's clinging to. Honey and flowers hit your nose when she engulfs you in a hug. You were surprised by the sudden close of proximity.

"Oh! Hey, uh, You know me?"

You internally slapped yourself at the awkwardness. Still, you're surprised that you're not a stuttering mess. Your heart leapt when your eyes met his vermillion eyes. He's fucking staring straight at you brazenly.

"Of course! Bakugou told me a lot about you." You noticed how the grumpy man opens his mouth to protest but he was shushed by his girlfriend.

"I just hope he's not dissing me." You chuckle, proud of yourself that you're still not crumbling. "No, don't worry it's the opposite actually."

"Well, that's assuring, I guess." Oh, you really want to save by someone from this awkward situation. "And I have something really, really important to say before I went home."

Soon, you found yourself trapped with the couple in your room. Bakugou is just standing by the door, arms crossed on his chest as he sigh while her girlfriend sat at the edge of your bed, moving her head as a signal for the blond to get moving. You just watched them, dumbfounded and clueless on what's going on. "We already broke up."

Your head snapped to her direction, confused. "Huh?"

You're lying if you swore that you didn't almost jump in glee upon hearing that. A bit of hope swelling inside you as you wished that it isn't some kind of prank. But you're confused, why the hell did she informed you that.

"Y/n, I just want to tell you that that man there is so dumb when it comes to feelings and emotions. I want you to listen to him. Okay, I've done my part. Now, Bakugou, it's your turn."

She said getting up, ready to leave the two of you. A smile etched on her face as she watch your confused face. "Good luck!" She whispered to his hear, giving him a playful salute before turning the knob. Now, leaving the two characters who met again in a new act.

Well, people met a lot of characters who play a different role in their lives. Most of them even minor roles will give a new meaning and lessons that will help them nurture themselves. To say the least Akiya is a character who plays an inportant role in the story. She's just there to build the climax of the tale who help the two conflicted protagonists achieved their 'happy ending'.

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