#i started pretending that i love him to Annoy her (affectionate.) like 2 months ago

[peaches-writes]

off season

description: student athletes need to look out for each other—well, at least seungmin needs to look out for your clumsy ass most of the time member: seungmin genre: fluff, sports au, best friends to lovers au, slice of life au, summer au, a side of college au (but like the ugly ass summer classes aspect of college life), implied fem reader  word count: 11.3k warning: explicit language, blood, injuries, extreme sports, a very poor attempt at writing sports, seungmin worries the entire time for good reason  note: a bunch of stuff put together it’s not rlly good sldkfsk like it was getting too lengthy i had to like haphazardly end it somehow + the one time you see me write a sports-themed fic & it’s not abt the actual sports i play lmao + also hi @t-toodumbtocare​ u told me to tag u so here we are

one - saturday

Amidst preparations for your incoming senior thesis, choosing your course specialization, clubs, and training, Kim Seungmin rushed getting his driver’s license before the end of your 3rd year’s 2nd semester for the sole purpose of driving you around the city this summer and you’re quite sure that that’s love. Though he disapproves of your specific choice of escapade that has you running around Seoul in circles in the first place, your best friend still made sure to pass his driving classes a whole month before the previous semester ended and with flying colors so he can “look after you” as he would put it. It definitely is love—simultaneously a heartwarming and annoying one at that. 

“I can take care of myself, I’m an adult,” You feign a frown at him stubbornly for the third time this month, sliding in the front seat of his navy Subaru anyway and placing your gym bag in front of your feet. You then busy yourself with taking your roller skates out, switching them out with your old Converse. “and it’s not like I don’t know how to commute.”

But, just as you’ve had this conversation every time he picks you up from your dorm on Saturday evenings, Seungmin only dismisses your argument and replies, “Yeah, and you know transport is not the main reason why I chaperone.” From the corner of your eye, you then see him expertly shifting the gears and turning the steering wheel, driving the car to the campus’ South gate, his serious expression unwavering and making you stifle a giggle. “You could get seriously hurt playing. Your mom will kill me and your coach will kill you for that.” 

“But I haven’t yet.” You counter with a slight teasing in your tone, pretending to ignore his last comment. You don’t even repeat this argument every week in the hopes of changing Seungmin’s mind at this point; after almost two months of the same starting conversation between the two of you, you just press his buttons now for fun. Undeniably, it’s funny seeing him get visibly riled up. “I’ve been playing derby for two months and the most I’ve gotten is a severely bloody nose. It’s nothing I can’t handle—“

“Yet.” He scoffs now in frustration before turning right to the main highway, well-aware of what you’re doing but letting himself get stressed anyway. “Even athletes get seriously hurt in the field, Y/N, we both know that.” 

You only nod with a hum, twisting your body to Seungmin’s direction and poking his side. “I know, Minnie.” You assure, softer now as you finally let out the chuckle you’ve been holding. “Now relax, loosen up a bit! You know I’m just messing with you!” 

“I know and it’s getting a bit concerning.” He rolls his eyes, finally relaxing his shoulders a bit and sighing in disbelief before swiftly swatting your hand away from his waist. “You talk like you’re not training for next year’s Championships.”

“Ah, but it’s because training isn’t as strict yet, at least with mine.” You shrug, sitting up properly in your seat as you take this opportunity to change the topic. “How’s your training, by the way? I barely saw you this week. Is Jeno giving you a hard time as co-capt.?” 

You sink in your seat and look up at Seungmin expectantly after, smiling unconsciously when he doesn’t respond immediately to focus on driving, giving you a brief moment to admire his focused expression. “Training’s okay.” He eventually replies, quirking an eyebrow when he briefly glances at you over his shoulder and catches you staring. “Surprisingly, Jeno’s chill with being co-capt. We’re getting along.”

“’Chill,’ you mean lazy like you.” You scoff playfully. “Why have you been too busy to hang out this week, then?” 

“Practicing my driving so I don’t accidentally kill you first before roller skating could.” He answers dryly, making you roll your eyes. “That and Mr. Im’s giving too much papers for an intersession class.”

“Right, summer classes. So responsible.” You scrunch up your nose. “Aren’t you tired? Training, summer classes, driving me on Saturdays, not to mention we’re going to be seniors after the break...”

When you don’t speak after trailing off, you see him shaking his head. “A bit, but driving you around is relaxing.” He corrects casually, missing the way he catches you off-guard. “It helps me think and, like I’ve said before, I get to look after you so, seriously, don’t try sneaking around me and commuting on your own or I’ll start panicking.” 

Now, that is new to your Saturday conversation starter. 

“Really now?” You raise your own eyebrow, trying your best to not sound too surprised. “So you don’t hate this as much as you make it seem like?”

“I didn’t say that.” Though visibly caught off-guard too, he shakes his head as seriously as he can look, not even sparing you a glance this time as he makes another turn. “But making sure you’re alive is kind of part of the best friend job.” He explains after, making you laugh. “And driving—driving’s always fun.”

“Sure, sure.” You smile as you try playing it off coolly, looking down on your hands as heat rises up your neck. “Whatever you say, Minnie.”

-

You first got into roller derby through Yuna, a freshman in your university and a fellow figure skater who began training alongside you during the 1st semester of your 3rd year. Sometime almost two months ago, one of her derby team members, Yeji, had to cancel a few days prior to an important game to attend to her personal matters and so she immediately turned to you as a possible substitute, noting your figure skating skills and how you’re already familiar with the sport from occasionally watching her. Naturally, with your adventurous streak, curiosity got the best of you when presented with the offer and, especially after winning the game, you’ve been hooked ever since; meeting up with her and the rest of the all-girls team almost every Friday and Saturday at the warehouse on the way to Incheon where the games are usually held. 

So naturally, she always makes sure to meet you at the entrance of the venue, especially now that she’s not training with you for the summer to focus on her own summer classes and a part-time job. 

“Finally, you’re here! I missed you!” She hurriedly waves at Seungmin before throwing an arm around your shoulder in a side hug. “How have you two been, lovebirds?”

“Ya, Minnie and I aren’t like that.” You roll your eyes as you briefly hug her back by her waist, careful of her arm injury from two Saturdays ago while expertly hiding the heat flaming your cheeks. With this gesture, you almost miss the way Seungmin’s lips frown every so slightly in front of you, if it’s because of the nickname or your reaction to it, you dare not to ask for fear of further embarrassment. “And I’ve been well, Coach Park isn’t going beast mode on me yet. Seungmin here’s been busy, though.”

“Oh, right! I heard from Jeno that your first game’s in 2 weeks already.” Yena then turns to your best friend expectantly. “How’s training? The game’s on a Saturday, right?”

“It’s...fine,” Seungmin answers slowly with a hum, almost as if he’s hesitant on what word to use. You then see him narrow his eyes at you when he sees the mischievous glint in your eyes at the familiar question. “...chill, actually.”

“Chill as in lazy.” And as expected, you chime in the same words you commented on the car ride to the venue, making Yuna throw her head back in laughter. “You know how our friends are.” 

“As expected of Seungmin and Jeno together, I guess.” She nods in confirmation between laughs, making Seungmin groan in defeat even more. “How do boys in team sports even do it? Train, I mean?” 

You shrug in response, giggling at Seungmin’s annoyed expression directed mostly to you. “Guess we’ll have to see in two weeks, right? Are you free on that weekend?”

“Yeah, intersession’s been hectic, but I’ll try and clear my schedule!”  

“Oh coo—!” But before you could even comment more on a possible hangout with Yuna, Seungmin is already directing the three of you inside the warehouse impatiently. “Ya!” 

“Yeah, yeah, finish your game tonight first then I’ll think about letting you in mine. Aish, you two are so mean to me and Jeno all the time.” He huffs with a roll of eyes, stopping right in front of the path behind the audience bleachers leading to the locker rooms.

Turning to you again, he then bids you goodbye with an affectionate pat to your head and a long sigh. “Be careful tonight, okay? Make sure to wear your gear properly.”

“Always am.” You assure with a wink, holding your gear up in front of him before he can take another step back. “Relax, would you? Just enjoy the show tonight!” 

Seungmin nods at you with pursed lips one last time before waving goodbye as he starts retreating back into the crowd, most likely to join your other friends at the bleachers. “I’ll see you on the rink!”

“I’ll be the one with the star on my helmet!” You jokingly remind with a chuckle, smiling when he acknowledges you with a final wave before finally turning around to walk away properly. 

“Ah, lovebirds.” Yuna comments on the side once Seungmin fully disappears into the crowd, making you glare at her at already knowing where this conversation is going to lead to. “Every single time you’re here without fail. So romantic!”

“Yuna!” You scold much like you’ve been doing the past two months, throwing your arm around her shoulder this time as the two of you now turn left to the lockers. “It’s really not like that!” 

“I’m friends with Kai and Jeno but you don’t see those two caring if I die on the rink every game. I’m pretty sure they want me dead more than anything, even.” She points out in defense. “I’m telling you, Seungmin’s a whole keeper! And you already told me you like him too so what’s stopping yo—“

“We’re not dating ever.” You insist stubbornly, entering the locker rooms now where your teammates greet you (and Yeji scolds you again for arriving late). “He’s just looking out for me because he thinks I can’t commit to anything without threatening death. Besides, he’s busy, I’m busy—” 

“—You like him, he likes you, you’re both dense.” Yuna interjects in the same enumerating tone you used, settling on a nearby bench as you move to your locker to change and prepare your gear. “The same speech every week, and they’re not even good excuses. Seriously, just date already!”

You open your mouth to respond while taking your outer clothes off, revealing your derby uniform inside, but Lia, as expected, suddenly pops out of nowhere, asking, “Who’s dating?”

“No one—”

“Will date, you mean.” Yuna corrects, turning your frown into a scowl now as you pop your head out of your shirt, carefully discarding the material inside your locker with your gym bag in exchange for your helmet and arm gear. “You already know who.” 

At this, you see Lia smile knowingly and lean back on the bench as you hurriedly put on your gear and helmet. “Right, the lovebirds.” She nods at Yuna before turning to you. “Did anything happen this week?” 

You quickly shake your head, adjusting your helmet as you do so. “No, Yuna’s just teasing me—again.” You then sit in between the two girls, re-tying your roller skate’s laces. “Don’t listen to her, she’s delusional.”

“Um, delusional for a reason!” The girl in question protests much to Lia’s amusement, bumping her shoulders with yours in the process. “Who even drives people to places even when they don’t want to? And he always insists on looking at your injuries after every game too? I think someone’s whipped and his name begins with a Seung and ends with a Min.” 

“He’s just nice and—” You try to insist again but to no avail when you see her raising her eyebrows and smiling suggestively, your hands going up to your face sheepishly as your stubborn front easily breaks down at it. “Ugh, stop with those looks!” 

On your sides, you hear Lia and Yuna laugh, patting your back and shoulders comfortingly.  

“Hey, you know Yuna’s just messing with you.” Lia reminds you softly after a moment, prying your hands off of your face and helping you up. “You won’t let that get in your head now of all weeks, would you? It’s the re-match game against our seniors tonight!”

“It’s just you always put me up to it. Seriously, stop it!” You groan instead in protest, belatedly swatting the two away as you join your team back outside and to the rink. “I swear, if I end up getting thrown by Jeongyeon across the rink again tonight, I’m blaming it on you because you keep teasing me.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Yuna rolls her eyes playfully just as you reach the rink, meeting the crowd’s cheers that momentarily prompts you to wave and smile at them. “maybe until later after the game.”

“Don’t even try pointing at Seungmin to me again mid-game.” You elbow her harshly, ending the conversation as the announcer, Jaemin, calls your team name and starts listing your numbers one by one in introduction. 

“...number 5 Lee Chaeryeong, number 9 Shin Yuna, and number 17 Y/N Y/L/N!” 

“I don’t have to,” Yuna retorts playfully as she prepares to slide in the rink before you, referring to your last comment. “You always find him yourself, anyway.”  

And, as if her words easily got to you, you unconsciously find Seungmin waving at you from the crowd, seated with Jeno, Kai, and Jeongin who are holding yet another cheesy poster for your team. You wave back at him out of courtesy, glancing at Yuna after to roll your eyes in her direction.

“See?” She mouths at you before moving to the very front of the group with Lia and Yeji, starting the game. “Whipped!”

Meanwhile, you skate over to the back with the opposing team’s jammer, Jeongyeon, accepting her high-five before getting in position. 

“Y/N, long time no see! Are you with your boyfriend again?” She teases just as Jaemin, blows the first whistle for the pack to start skating. “Seungmin, right? The kid from Legal Management?” 

You glance at her briefly, skating on the second whistle first before exclaiming, “Jeongyeon, not you too!” 

“I’m just asking!” She holds her hands up in defense, quickening her pace almost at the same time as you do. “Just so I know if you get distracted again!” 

“I won’t this time, promise.” You assure, using the conversation to fuel your momentum and easily overtaking her. “I’ll be focused tonight!” 

“We’ll see about that!” You hear her yell behind you as she catches up, dodging your teammates while you dodge hers to score a point. 

Swiftly, you duck and jump around the pack, making sure to avoid Seungmin’s eyes when you pass his bleachers to prove to Yuna, Lia, and even Jeongyeon otherwise as you come in contact with them. 

Eventually, with a little difficulty and a lot of harsh shoulder and hip bumps from Chaeyoung and Dahyun, you then score the first point with a huge gap between you and Jeongyeon. 

“See, I’m focused!” You brag to your senior who runs behind you before turning your gaze ahead again. 

“And the first 5 points of the night goes to number 17, Y/N!” Meanwhile, Jaemin announces into his mic from the center of the rink, catching a high-five from you as you pass. “Must be all that formal training, huh?” 

“What are you talking about? This is how I usually walk!” You reply playfully, eliciting more cheers from the crowd as you naturally change into your athletic persona. 

“And the figure skater brags again.” Jaemin muses out loud, receiving the banter well as the host. “Careful there, Y/N, Jeongyeon, number 1, is catching up quickly!” 

But despite the warning, you take the time away from the pack to momentarily slow down, waving and receiving more high-fives from the crowd before finally looking over at Seungmin who is now on his feet and clapping wildly while cheering for your team, a stark contrast of his usual worried disposition at the start of the night. When you reach his bleacher as you quicken your pace to try and score another point, you lean over the barrier and send him a confident wink which he receives with a playful scoff. 

“What are you doing? Focus on your game!” He scolds, the other boys snickering next to him.

“I’m just checking in with my biggest fan before he goes back to worried mode.” You grin at him, pinching his cheek affectionately. “How was my first five points?”

“Great, great.” He answers quickly, gently pushing you by your shoulder as if gesturing you to go back to your game. “Now, go, you have a pack to catch up to and a game to win.” 

Cute, you think to yourself, a grin forming on your features as you bid him goodbye again to go back to chasing the pack around the rink. “Okay, Minnie, whatever you say!” 

“You two are so adorable!” Sana points out as you reach her on the side of the pack after, not even bothering to block you or hit you by the hips now with how much she’s gushing over you and Seungmin. “So cute!” 

“I know, right? Unnie, can you believe they’re still not dating?” Yuna agrees, letting her guard down momentarily from blocking Sana until she sees Jeongyeon catching up to you from over your shoulder. 

“Yuna, stop it!” 

“No! It’s fu—oh, look out!” 

Behind you, Jeongyeon easily knocks Lia and Chaeryeong off their skates, her hand reaching your shoulder to propel herself forward in the tightly-knit pack. 

“Come on, guys, less talking more hitting!” Your opponent jammer sticks her tongue out, purposely waiting for you to catch up before picking up the pace again. “Y/N, you said you’re not getting distracted!” 

“Sana and Yuna were ganging up on me!” You retort in protest, bumping her by her shoulders and hips and overtaking her again. “More hitting it is then!” 

“Oh, it seems like this second game between Team Neon and Team Magenta is going to be bloody!” Jaemin, quickly picking up on the commotion, comments. “Who will be our winner tonight? It looks like it’s going to be a very close call!” 

“Ah, not on my watch.” You mumble under your breath, expertly knocking out Jeongyeon on the way to another five points. 

- 

The game ends almost two hours later, the score being 115-110 with your team emerging victorious and at least four overall cuts and bruises around your body. As soon as all the photographs have been taken for Instagram and the weekly plastic trophy has been passed around your team at least twice, Seungmin immediately takes you away from the crowd and your team right after taking your things from the locker room, his adrenaline for watching sports directing its attention to tending to you again and his cheerful expression switching back to worry. 

“Minnieee,” You call for him for the second time as you near the bathroom at the end of the hall, tiredly stumbling over nothing when Seungmin doesn’t slow down a bit with his brisk walking. “Minnie, slow down a bit, my legs are tired!” 

But he only slows down when you reach the bathroom, gently hoisting you up to sit on the cold marble of the sinks before taking out his first-aid kit and the ice packs he got from Jaemin from the outer pockets of his backpack. His serious and worried expression doesn’t falter once, looking even worse than the one he always wears on your car rides to the game. “Don’t move too much until I—until we’ve checked everything.” He instructs you, lifting your gym bag and his backpack that he’s been carrying with him to the side.

“You’re so serious again.” You feign another frown at him once you’re settled on top of the sink, gaze softening as he quietly and hurriedly shuffles around to wrap the ice packs in towels as if ignoring your comment. “Don’t I get another ‘congrats’ or a ‘good job’? I scored 85 of those 115 points. I’m fine.” 

“I already congratulated you with the others out there,” He reminds with a frustrated sigh, carefully inspecting your arms and legs for more bruises he didn’t initially notice. “and you already know you did really well against Jeongyeon this time around but that fall before the 85th point...”

At the mention of your one violent fall tonight, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. “This one?” You ask for confirmation, lifting your shift up and pulling your waistband down slightly against your heated cheeks and Seungmin’s suddenly wide eyes. Clearing your throat, you hide it again from him as quickly as you showed it and assure, “It’s fine, seriously, I—“

But, just as stubborn as you are, Seungmin’s hands move shakily to the hem of your shirt, hesitantly lifting it up after looking up at you in permission to see the harsh mark. “I-It’s turning blue. You didn’t even ice it up properly when you switched positions with Chaeyeon.” He argues back as firmly as he can and thus cutting you off from showing him your other bruises, his other hand holding up the ice pack in between the two of you. “This one really needs the ice pack more than the rest.”

Your eyes widen back at him because of the gesture, freezing for a moment in place until you quickly regain composure and manage to stutter out, “O-okay, fine...” And with that, you take his hand off your shirt, holding it up yourself while your other hand takes the ice pack from him. “Th—shit—t-thanks.”

Seungmin only nods and hums in acknowledgement awkwardly, picking up two other ice packs wrapped in a towels and leaving one to rest on your right thigh while he hovers the other over your your collarbones. “The other two don’t look too bad, though.” He comments, changing the topic and muttering a quick apology when you hiss at the simultaneous cold contact on your skin. “You’re not hurt anywhere else, right?”

“I think I have a cut on my feet, I’m not sure, it stings a bit when I put too much pressure.” You shrug your free shoulder carefully, meeting Seungmin’s eyes when you turn to him again and find him hovering dangerously close to your face. With the way he looks at you expectantly for answers, you immediately figure out that it’s not time to tease or play games with him anymore. “I-I’ll just—walk back out with slippers, it’s probably just the blisters from last week.”

“We’ll have to check that too. You also have a cut on your lip, you know.” He points out after when he leans closer, his free hand picking up a small box of face tissues from the first-aid kit. “When did this even happen?”

Instinctively, you reach out to touch your bare lips first before taking the tissues from him, only then noticing the dry skin bumps that have now formed around what you assume would be a dried cut. “Huh, I didn’t even notice.” You muse out loud, closing your mouth and taking the tissues from Seungmin immediately when you feel the wound open slightly again. “It must be from when Chaeyoung hit me—shit.”

“Nothing you can’t handle, huh?” Seungmin mumbles under his breath, looking down on your thigh to check the bruise under the ice pack he left freely on top of it. “You’re so clumsy.”

You frown at him and the reference to earlier this evening, making him crack a small amused smile when he meets your gaze again. “Fine, maybe I am a bit—clumsy.” You admit hesitantly with a sigh and a roll of your eyes when he raises an eyebrow at you again. “But at least I got you to patch me up every time, right?”

“And that’s why I chaperone you.” He reiterates firmly, briefly taking off the ice pack he’s holding against your collarbones to inspect the bruise after and furrowing his eyebrows. 

“Tch, it’s not like this happens every week. It just happened that tonight was extra violent, you know.” You reply slowly before licking your lips and disposing the tissue into a nearby chute. 

“Yeah but point you still got hurt like you always do every single week.” He retorts before picking up the ointment and cotton balls next to you, taking a step back and crouching down to the level of your skates. Untying your shoelaces then taking your skates and socks off, you lean forward to see Seungmin wince at the amount of red blotches and commenting, “Look, you even managed to open your blisters tonight.” 

“Is it that ba—sh-shit! Ya, Minnie, you’re pressing too hard on i—ya, it hurts!” You wince when Seungmin presses a cotton ball coated in ointment on one of your blisters, making you instinctively grip on the edge of the sink and lean back. 

“Ya, you really didn’t notice this? At all?” He scolds, cleaning your wounds again but this time simultaneously evading your unconscious attempts at kicking his face. 

“Well, I was too happy knowing that we’re advancing to fina—ow, ow, ow, it stings!” 

“Ah, seriously. Ya, stop moving too much, I still need to bandage these.” He hisses, slapping your leg gently before going back to cleaning your wounds. “I’ll make it up to you later, promise.” 

“Piggyback and ice cream?” You pout. “You’re being really harsh on my blisters.” 

“Wheelchair if you don’t behave and kick me in the face.” He threatens, holding your feet in place by your ankles before going back to cleaning the rest of your wounds. “Now, just hold it in a bit.” 

two - sunday

Seungmin also dotes on you by randomly checking in during your training hours. Though he’s always done this even before you started training competitively, ever since you’ve picked up your side hobby of roller derby this summer he’s started picking up a more consistent schedule of coming over on Sunday mornings (when he knows you’d still push yourself to attend training) to make sure that you’re not overworking and further damaging your already bruised and wounded body. It’s a bit too much for his character, you’d know very well as his best friend with years of observing how he treats his other student athlete friends, but he always brings you coffee and a cheat meal bento for when Coach Park isn’t looking so you can’t really complain.

“Minnie!” You greet him with a wave as he finally arrives, 8 PM on the dot just as you finish your best attempt at warming up your already sore body. Skating over to his side of the audience area, you then lean over the barriers with your arms folded on top of it with an anticipating smile, watching him get comfortable in his unofficial seat in the middle of the front row. “What do you have for me today?”

“It’s Korean special for today.” He answers with a smile, taking out a pair of familiar white bento boxes typically sold at the cafeteria of the nearby College of Architecture and shaking it in front of you before placing it on the seat next to him. Looking around the empty rink, he then asks, “Coach Park isn’t with you today?”

“Faculty meeting, won’t be back until lunch,” You shrug before another thought crosses your mind. “Hey, do you want to skate?”

Seungmin hesitantly shakes his head in front of your wide eyes, sinking in his seat. “No, I’m good, thanks.” He shrugs as casually as he can, though you’re quicker to take note of his gaze lingering on the smooth ice.  

So, stubborn as you are, you insist anyway, “I see that look!” 

“You’re supposed to be training—actually, you shouldn’t even be with all the hits you took last night.” He points out. “Anyway, don’t you need the whole rink?”

“I’ll be here the whole day. I can just practice seriously when Coach Park is actually here.” You grin widely, smoothly gliding to the gates now to fetch him. When he doesn’t move in his seat, you continue further up the stairs until your blades hit the rubber mats of the audience area. “And like you said, I shouldn’t be training with all the hits I took last night.”

“We can just skate around leisurely!” You conclude, Seungmin’s eyes narrowing up at you when you reach him and his body automatically cringing at the sound of your blades hitting rubber. 

“Yeah, but—”

In response, you take hold of his free hand with your own while the other puts his backpack to the side, tugging him to the direction of the locker rooms. “I’m injured so I need help getting around.” You answer after halfheartedly. 

“You were already skating before I could even get here.” He tries reasoning out but before he can even continue, you’ve already managed to pull him up to a stand, almost tripping the two of you even until he quickly balanced himself right in front of you. 

“Kids will start training here by next week so this is literally the last time we’ll have the ice on our own for a while.” You counter back, already pulling him to the locker rooms with the loud thud of your blades. Glancing over at him from behind your shoulder, you chuckle as you catch Seungmin’s expression change into that of resignation as he finally lets you pull him along. “Ha, knew it.” 

“I’m just looking out for you,” He states, more to convince himself than you. At that, you reach the locker room, proceeding straight to the unclaimed locker next to yours by the door for Seungmin’s skates—an old pair you stole from his house some two Christmases ago when he started visiting you like this. 

“Right, right.” You giggle at him, passing him his skates and taking out another article of clothing from the lockers, this time a familiar hoodie from your locker that immediately catches Seungmin’s eye. “Just put these on.”

“Didn’t you say you lost this hoodie?” 

“It actually got lost in my laundry for two months bu—ya, don’t look at me like that! At least I’m giving it back now! I don’t want you getting in there cold!” 

-

Seungmin is exceptionally knowledgeable on many things like Legal Management (his course), baseball, music (especially singing with the amount of times he hangs out with Jeongin, his other best friend), and skating—but the last is quite debatable since his knowledge is limited to growing up watching you upgrade from the lake behind your houses when you were five to the rinks you train at today. He still doesn’t get how scoring works (”But you looked so great out there!” “Not to the judges, I guess.” “Huh?!”) and he still can’t differentiate the common jumps in competitive figure skating that well but you trust him as one who has a good eye for artistry and technique. He is a fellow athlete, after all. 

“Can you extend your arms a little more?” He asks after you’ve shown him a particular step in a work-in-progress choreography for next year’s Championships. After a mini argument with him over whether you’ll practice your stunts while he’s still with you or just skate around until you feel tired, he somehow convinced you to show your choreography first before skating with you by offering to treat you to another bento box and a cup of iced coffee later. 

Damn his negotiating skills. 

Skating back to him from the other side of the rink, you sigh. “I mean I can if I’m not injured at the moment.” You answer, gesturing to the bruise on your collarbone hidden behind your own long sleeves. “Maybe on the day itself, you know, 7 months from now.” 

“Then you should make sure to extend your arms out in that move when your bruise heals so you look pretty,” He concludes, taking your phone out of his pocket and pressing pause on your chosen music that now fades to a segment without choreography yet. “and don’t play any derby on that month.” 

The last comment makes you smile as you now leisurely skate in circles around him. “So you’re allowing me to play derby until next year?” You ask with your most hopeful look, halting to a stop next to him and linking your arms with his after.

“I’m just saying in case you still want to play derby until next year.” He shrugs, following you around the rink when you tug him forward. “The choice is still up to you.” 

You then take this as a sign that you can now skate freely around after a whole hour of “practice,” mindlessly leading the two of you around the ice. Seungmin would still trip a little bit no matter how many times you’ve tried teaching him how to glide smoothly on the ice but you pretend to not take notice of this, gently helping him balance himself wordlessly instead. 

“Wait, do you still want to?” He asks after a moment. “Play after the summer, I mean?” 

You shrug back, alternating your attention between thinking of a more elaborate answer and looking down on Seungmin’s skates to make sure he’s not threatening another fall. “Derby’s fun and all, especially right now on my off-season but I don’t know. It does take a toll sometimes.” You end up saying in the end, guiding Seungmin around the curve of the rink in increasingly larger glides. “Coach Park’s kind of getting mad at me already too when she sees some of my blisters since it’s not helping me break in my new skates.”

“So...yes, no, maybe?” 

“Maybe.” You answer, looking up at him and admiring the way he concentrates on balancing himself. “Besides, I still have to ask you about it too.” 

At that, you catch Seungmin’s gaze and raised eyebrow. “Me?” He repeats, almost falling over in front of him and prompting you to slow down. 

“Yeah,” You naturally follow up, skating ahead of him and moving your hands back into his as you try skating backwards this time. “as my no. 1 fan—and by that I mean my best friend who always scolds me before and after the games but cheers on me wildly during—what do you think?”  

You observe Seungmin without too much anticipation in your expression in case he correctly guesses that you’re expecting a certain answer from him. 

“I’ve already told you before...” He eventually trails off after a moment before glancing at you again and sighing. “...it’s just, you look like you’re having fun but—”

“But it’s dangerous.“

“But you should play less.” He corrects seriously, skating the arms distance between the two of you and placing his hands on your upper arms, holding you in place. With this gesture, you look up at him with a confused expression, trying to decipher all the thoughts that seem to run over a mile a second in the way he glances back at you. “I’m always behind you and whatever you do, even if it’s dangerous and stupid, that’s what best friends do—but even that has limits sometimes.” 

You pause. For some reason, you don’t think of an immediate and witty comeback to lighten what has unconsciously become a sincere atmosphere, your thoughts lingering instead to the conversation you had with Yuna just last night. 

“Who even drives people to places even when they don’t want to?” You hear your friend loud and clear in your mind, almost nagging even. 

Definitely not Seungmin, you think to yourself, especially if it’s another person like Hyunjin or Jeongin...

“Y/N?” Seungmin suddenly calls for you, his voice just barely above a whisper as he hesitantly lets go of your arms and snaps you out of your daze. 

Blinking twice up at him, you catch him just in time before he can even skate back away from you, holding him by his fingertips. “So...” You trail off, furrowing your eyebrows in thought. “so yes, no, maybe—?”

“Maybe.” He finishes the thought for you, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly before huffing slightly in the cold, a puff of white air escaping his pink lips. “That’s a maybe too, I guess.” 

You nod slowly in acknowledgement, tugging him forwards. “So, in conclusion,” You reply slowly, changing your direction again as you now move yourself and Seungmin to the very center of the rink before breaking out into a chuckle to diffuse the unnecessarily tense atmosphere. “let’s get back to it after the summer?” 

“That and don’t play derby when the time comes that you’re actually in Championships.” Seungmin points out, catching up with you now so you’re skating next to each other again. “Multi-tasking isn’t really your strongest suit.”

“Ya!” You protest, elbowing him gently and making him laugh. 

“I was just kidding!” When you try skating away from him, Seungmin latches onto your elbow and desperately pulls you back to his side, barely missing another threat of a fall. “Don’t let go, I’ll trip!” 

“Says the one who called me clumsy that I can’t multitask.” You roll your eyes with an amused chuckle

“We just had a really heartfelt talk and that’s all you picked up?” Seungmin feigns a frown at you, tightening his arms linked to yours. “You’re unbelievable sometimes.” 

“It’s not like we don’t always talk about it.” You scoff, pulling Seungmin close by linking your arms again. “Though, I am a bit surprised with today’s answer. You just always know how to re-word the same thing a bunch of times, huh?” 

“You brought it up and I answered sincerely.” He gestures to you with a tilt of his head, looking down on his skates after. “I didn’t even know my opinion was that important to you. I mean, you have been ignoring it for 2 months straight.” 

“Like I said, no. 1 fan.” You grin before nudging him by his shoulder. “And I don’t ignore your opinion, I’ve been retiring from the game itself earlier like you asked me to before!” 

“As if that makes a difference.” He rolls his eyes, pursing his lips before he could comment further. “You still play 3/4 of the game, anyway.” 

“We’re going to argue about this for the whole morning if ever, Kim Seungmin.” You chuckle, holding his hand again and leading him to another spin around the rink. “Let’s just skate freely for now, hm?” 

- 

Coach Park arrives an hour earlier than she intended later on while you and Seungmin ate your bento boxes, prompting your best friend to not return to the ice after and to simply watch you from the stands instead. When your training ends almost five hours later, you’re quick to change back into your shoes in the locker rooms to return back to Seungmin’s side, making even your coach laugh in amusement. 

“I’ll see you next week Thursday, correct?” Coach Park asks you as she readies to shut the power off the venue, still chuckling every time she glances at you standing next to Seungmin by the entrance. “Those wounds should improve by then so we can start landing at least half of your jumps.” 

You nod, adjusting your gym bag on your one shoulder. “I’ll rest until then, promise!” 

Coach Park then turns to Seungmin with a feigned strict look, pointing at you as she then instructs, “Look after them, Kim, alright? I trust you’ll keep Y/N in check until then.” 

“I will, coach.” Seungmin assures with a nod and a smile himself, slinging an arm over your waist to help you balance yourself before turning you towards the direction of the entrance doors and concluding, “We’ll be off now!” 

“Alright, see you!” You hear coach Park bid you goodbye before you pass through the double doors of the entrance, getting pulled to the direction of the parking lot by Seungmin after. 

“I thought you’re buying me an extra bento box? And iced coffee?” You ask when you don’t make the turn leading to the College of Architecture, following Seungmin straight ahead to his car parked right across the building entrance anyway. “Ya, Minnie—”

“I texted Changbin to buy, it should be at your dorm’s kitchen by now.” Seungmin answers casually, taking out his keys from his hoodie pocket and pointing it to his car. Once you near the vehicle, he then opens the door for you on the front passenger seat, wordlessly taking your gym bag and placing it in the back along with his backpack. “If not, then I’ll just drive back here, I don’t have anywhere to be today.” 

You smile at the thought, happily putting on your seatbelt. “I love you, have I said that this week?” You chuckle, wrapping an arm behind his waist in a side hug before he can close the door. “You’re the best, capt.!” 

“It’s weird when you call me capt.” He feigns a scowl, patting your head and briefly hugging you back anyway. “And you only love me because I practically babysit you.” 

"I never even asked to be babysit in the first place.” You pout, following him with your eyes even when he closes the door and moves to the other side of the vehicle to the driver’s seat. Turning your body to his direction as he turns on the ignition and starts driving away, you then add, “You’re supposed to say you love me too, capt.” 

Seungmin rolls his eyes in an attempt to move your eyes away from the wild blush on his cheeks. “Put your seatbelt on.” He steers the conversation instead, placing a hand behind your headrest as he backs the car away from the parking. 

“‘I love you too’?” 

“What do you want to do when we get to your dorm?” 

“Okay, I’ll take that. How about you choose the movie for today?” 

three - wednesday

Though he never demands you for it from knowing full-well your own busy training schedule and classes, you’ve always made sure to attend each and every baseball game Seungmin participates in ever since you were children to cheer him on and he’s always thought that that’s your own version of showing your affection to him in return for his support for you. Though you can get a bit embarrassing cheering on him the loudest and always wearing his extra old jerseys to the games, he never complains about it anyway and only argues with you after the game about other things, mostly you skipping your own training to see him or attending his games instead of resting at home like today. It definitely is love—simultaneously a heartwarming and worrying one at that.

So today, at his baseball team’s scrimmage, he’s not even that surprised anymore when you show up with Jeongin by your side, insisting that your cuts and bruises are already manageable enough to let you walk without needing much help. He is, however, still worried over your well-being as usual. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks you for the fourth time since you met up right outside the field, an arm draped over your shoulder as you walk. Ahead of you, Jeongin and Yuna have already reserved seats along with the rest of your friend group, chatting away with some members of the team. “And you’re not skipping any training today?”

“I already told you, Minnie,” You giggle, limping a little from your blisters and leaning most of your weight to him with your hand on his waist. “My next training’s next week, you were even there when Coach Park reminded me! And it’s not like I’m playing, I’m just going to watch you today!” 

“I’m mainly worried about your blisters since you were training last Sunday. You could’ve just rested at the dorms today.” He points out, sitting you down next to Jeongin on the aisle before kneeling right in front of you. “It’s just a scrimmage, anyway.” 

“But I don’t want to miss a game,” You insist stubbornly, smiling reassuringly at him and his furrowed eyebrows. “and even if it’s just a scrimmage, it’s still you playing. I want to see you play.” 

With this, Seungmin eventually sighs in defeat. “Whatever, not like I can walk you home now and get back to the game in time.”

“I’m already here and you can’t do anything about it.” You affirm with a chuckle, patting his arm. “Now, go, shoo, you have a scrimmage to win.” 

Seungmin then turns to Jeongin, gesturing to you as he stands up, “Look after Y/N, please?” 

“If you mean look after them as in not letting them topple over the seats then sure.” Jeongin nods with a laugh. 

“Hey, I don’t—!”

But, as if ignoring your protests, Seungmin nods gratefully and bids you two goodbye. “Thanks!” He then turns to his teammates before you could even finish another sentence, ushering everyone to jog back to the field. “Okay, guys, chat time’s over. Let’s head to the field!”

“Ay, Seung, don’t get too flustered over Y/N now!” Jisung reminds him with a hand over the younger boy’s shoulders and a snicker, tapping on the mound with his glove as the two reach their designated positions. “Jeno’s pitching, too, you might get hit in the face if you’ll just keep looking at your Y/N.” 

“Shut up, Ji.” Seungmin rolls his eyes, tapping on the mound as well with his bat just as Jeno signals from across the diamond, preparing to pitch. With one last glance at you, he then mutters to himself, “Aish, why did they even come today? They’re injured.” 

Jisung opens his mouth to speak behind his helmet to ask what Seungmin could mean with his last comment but he’s inadvertently cut off by Jeno signaling for everyone to get ready, expertly throwing the first ball which Seungmin instinctively hits hard with his bat, prompting him to start running to first base before Daehwi and Eunwoo could even retrieve it by the chain link fences of the field, thus leaving Jisung to his thoughts. 

“Yay, let’s go Kim Seungmin!” You cheer and yell from the bleachers, almost standing up with a struggle until Jeongin pulls you down by your arms, most likely to remind you of your injuries, which Seungmin is more than grateful for. “Go Minnie! Number 22! Number 22!” 

As he runs, Seungmin makes sure to wave at you in responds when he passes by your bleachers, sending a bashful smile your way that only fuels more teasing from Jeongin without him noticing. You wave both hands back in response before he could turn his eyes back ahead, sinking in your seat as he now tries to aim for second base seeing everyone moving a bit slower than usual. 

Eventually, he makes it to second base just in time, sliding into the plate and narrowly missing Daehwi’s attempt at getting him out. 

“Yay, let’s go Seungmin!” He hears you yell and clap loudly again, making his ears heat up and everyone in the diamond to stifle their giggles. 

“Hey, isn’t Y/N injured from last Saturday?” Daehwi asks at belatedly noticing your presence.

Seungmin then stands up and dusts the dirt off his uniform, adjusting his cap and turning his focus to Jeno and Hyunjin (who bats next) ahead. “I insisted that they skip today’s game since it’s just a scrimmage but you know how they are.” 

“Really? That’s so sweet!” Daehwi squeals in delight, waving at you and the others from others bleachers. “and here everyone thought that Y/N skipping training was already cute enough! They just outdo themselves every time!” 

“Way to romanticize injuries, Dae.” Seungmin scoffs, hiding a smile from Daehwi. Simultaneously, Jeno signals again that the game is about to start, preparing to pitch. “Seriously, it’s not cute. I’m more worried than flattered.” 

“Right, because waving at them while running was definitely being worried,” Daehwi chuckles, getting in position again. “Just say you’re whipped and go.”

“You wish,” Seungmin scrunches up his nose, successfully dodging Daehwi again and leaving him on the second base. “but I do have to get going now!” 

“Ya!” 

“Woo! Go Seungmin!” You yell loudly and repeatedly again, until he successfully reaches home base which prompts you to finally stand up and jump around in cheer despite the pain your lower half. “Way to go Seungmin!” 

Seungmin can only roll his eyes at you as he walks off the field, scoffing in disbelief when you don’t stop cheering even as he approaches you from the other side of the chain link fences since he’s already done for this particular inning. 

“Why are you up? You’re injured.” He frowns, his hands going up the chain links. “Sit down, Y/N.”

“I’m fine!” You dismiss, sitting down anyway when Jeongin and Yuna start tugging on your shirt for you to sit down. “But, more importantly, you did well!” 

“It’s just the first inning—and a scrimmage.”

“Scrimmage, formal game, it’s all the same, you don’t have to say it twice.” You retort, rolling your eyes and chuckling. “You looked really cool out there!” 

The last comment definitely catches Seungmin off-guard but he hides it better this time, waving his hand in front of him. “It was nothing.” 

“So modest,” You scoff with a proud smile, leaning forward and linking your hands between the chain links. “What do you want after the game? Ice cream? Tteokbeokki?” 

“Don’t stand up too much during the game and I’ll think about it,” He answers instead. “and we’re not going anywhere after this with your injuries. I’m taking you straight home.”

“Fine.” You huff in defeat, gesturing to his teammates after. “Okay, now go back, Jeno’s looking at us weird.” 

“Don’t stand up again!”

“I won’t!”

- 

Seungmin meets up with you again after the game. When the scrimmage ends later that afternoon with Jeno’s team winning at 14-18 and everyone heading straight to the showers, he sees you with Jeongin right outside of the locker rooms, sitting on a nearby bench while the younger boy pesters you with questions on your summer training and last Saturday’s game.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jisung, accompanying Seungmin on the way out, greets you with an innocent slap to your back before your best friend could, making you wince in pain. “Oh, shit, sorry!” 

“Ya,” Seungmin reprimands him firmly, slapping Jisung’s hand away from you before helping you up from the bench. “Careful, Y/N’s injured.” 

“Why?” Jisung asks curiously, making everyone turn to him.

“Derby last Saturday.” You answer sheepishly, leaning your weight to Seungmin again appreciatively as he helps you balance yourself. “Got knocked out before scoring a point.”

“You would’ve seen if you didn’t have a date that day.” Hyunjin adds, playfully catching Jisung in a chokehold as your group now walks out of the lockers rooms and outside the field. “It was so bloody as fuck, they were against the league veterans!”

“You make it sound like I died and got resurrected.” You scoff, reaching out for Hyunjin with a struggle and slapping his arm.

“Don’t entertain him too much, he’s just dramatic.” Seungmin assures you, eliciting protests from Hyunjin.

“Really?” Meanwhile, Jisung frowns in jealously, prying Hyunjin off of him and kicking him from behind his knees as a comeback. “Ay, I really would’ve gone if only Haneul liked watching derby.”

“They don’t seem to like watching sports in general,” Jeongin points out bluntly, you nodding along to his right. “why are you still going out with this person, even? Clearly, they’re not interested in your major passion.”

“Because I like them,” the boy in question shrugs without hesitation, making you tilt your head in confusion. “I mean, Haneul’s cool but we—I guess we never really talked about the whole sports thing.”

“Why not? Bro, you’re aiming for the national team.” Hyunjin prods this time. By now, your group has reached and stopped on the sidewalk of the main campus road where you’re supposed to part ways since Jeno’s hosting a get-together but Seungmin’s insisted on taking you home. “In a few years, it’s gonna be weird being in games and having one less person to cheer you on, especially if that person’s your girlfriend.”

“Well, not everyone’s lucky enough to being in love with people who have similar hobbies as they do.” Jisung rolls his eyes dryly, his gaze instinctively landing to you and Seungmin after which only prompts you to raise an eyebrow while Seungmin glares at Jisung.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, making Jisung chuckle.

“Nothing, nothing.” He waves his hand dismissively at you before turning to Hyunjin and Jeongin. “Anyway, Haneul and I will talk about it again more later on. Personally, I’m not that bothered right now—I’m just happy we get to hang out.”

“But that’s because you started dating before any major games.” Seungmin speaks up after a while. 

Jeongin nods in agreement. “We’ll really just have to see next Friday if you still think that way.”

“Seung, Y/N always attends our games so I don’t think you’re qualified to speak over my love life.” Jisung deadpans, prompting Seungmin to hit him again. “Ow! But it’s true!”

“What?” You scoff, finally getting what he means but pretending to not know anyway in embarrassment.

“Whatever.” Seungmin huffs dismissively at Jisung, directing you away from the group now. “Anyway, we’ll get going now. It’s getting late.”

“We’re seriously going home?” You frown up at Seungmin who’s now standing behind you, both his hands on your shoulders as he moves you to the opposite direction of where the rest of the boys are going. “I was hoping you’d change your mind last minute.”

“I didn’t bring my car here today and Jeno’s dorm’s on the other side of campus.” Seungmin answers your question, waving goodbye to the others. “Come on, let’s go home. We can order again or something.”

“Fine.” You sigh in defeat, letting him walk you backwards as you reluctantly wave goodbye at everyone. “Bye, guys. I guess I’ll see you next Friday.”

“Bye!” Hyunjin, Jisung, and Jeongin wave back at you as they laugh over your frown, the eldest boy making sure to add, “Have fun on your date!”

“It’s not a date!” You yell back at him in exasperation, making the three laugh.

“We’ll make sure to eat well for you!” Jisung teases, winking at you before Seungmin could pull you to the left turn leading back to your dorms. Before you completely part ways, you hear him yell, “Alright, now let’s eat samgyeopsal!”

Heading back to your dorm now, Seungmin stands next to you again, draping his arm over your shoulder again and matching your pace. You walk in comfortable silence for a while, that is until you think about Jisung’s words once again, prompting you to ask, “What was that about by the way?”

“What?”

“The thing with Haneul.” You clarify, tearing your gaze away from him to look down on the ground. “Jisung said something about other people being lucky that they like people who have similar hobbies then looked at you.”

“Looked at me? I thought he was looking at you?” Seungmin tries to joke awkwardly before stopping when you don’t laugh along. “It’s nothing, he’s just being weird.”

You furrow your eyebrows, looking up at him only to meet his side profile. Taking a quick inhale, you then try asking, “Seungmin...do you perhaps—do you like anyone lately?”

At that, Seungmin almost trips over nothing uncharacteristically, his grip on your shoulder accidentally tightening when he holds onto you for support. “Sorry, um—w-what?”

“It’s just,” You shrug awkwardly, feeling smaller under his arm now that your impulsive question suddenly made the air awkward. You walk slower now, despite your dorm being only a block away now. “what Jisung said and—and, you know, you’ve been busy lately.”

“Yeah, because of you and classes.” He points out, still with furrowed eyebrows. “I don’t—I don’t have time to date.”

“But do you want to?”

“Hm?”

“I-If you weren’t busy with classes, training...looking after my clumsy ass and all—would you...would you want to date anyone? Do you like...someone?” You clarify as clearly and as eloquently as you can against the pain on your feet from walking and the sudden loud hammering of your heart against your chest. Why did I even ask? You can only scold yourself internally, keeping a front anyway now that you’re in too deep to change the topic now.

Next to you, Seungmin thinks about your question carefully. He’s not actually thinking about the question per se, more like thinking about why you would ask such question. Are you expecting some kind of answer? “I...” He trails off in thought, catching your gaze momentarily from the corner of his eye. “N-No, not really.”

“Oh.” You muse out loud, trying your best to hide your disappointment. “I guess that’s understandable. You’re aiming for the national team, after all.”

Seungmin then stops walking altogether, making you stop. In front of you, you see your dorm building coming into view, confusing you even more when he moves in front of you.

“No, it’s....“ He shrugs, looking down on his hands before flitting his eyes up again to you. “all my time’s for you, classes, and training right now and it’s fine. Sure, the end goal’s the national team but at the same time, I have all I need right now—dating just so happens to not really a top priority right now.”

You nod slowly with a low hum, smiling at his sincerity after a while. “So I’m top priority?”

At your comment, his sincere facade immediately fades into a scoff, rubbing his temples up in frustration. “I answer your question sincerely and all you pick up is you being a priority?” He asks in disbelief, making you laugh. “And here I was, about to offer you piggyback again.”

“I was just kidding!” You bluff in between laughs, extending your arms out for him to carry you. “Piggyback, please! I live on the third floor!”

“Maybe if you didn’t respond weirdly to my emotional rant—“

“Ya, Seungmin!” You protest, hopping on your better foot and jumping on his back before he could even move away from you. “Ha! Got you!” 

Reluctantly, Seungmin then adjusts the strap of his gym bag on his shoulder and hooks his arms under your legs. “If you’re not so injured right now, I’d drop you on the ground.” He hoists you up on his back with a groan, continuing to walk forward anyway. “Ah, this brat.” 

You chuckle, pinching his cheeks before resting your arms on his shoulders. “But seriously...” You trail off with an awkward cough. “Just date, dude, you can multitask, better than me at least.” 

You then hear Seungmin mumble under his breath, “Maybe if...” but you fail to catch the last words as he then shakes his head and adds, “Ah, whatever. How did we even get to this kind of talk?” 

five - saturday 

As if the universe is conspiring against you, you end up getting severely injured halfway through your next derby game the following Saturday. When the score is 45-70 in favor of the opposing team, you end up taking a nasty fall after successfully scoring a point, causing a broken nose. 

So much for all the talks you had with Seungmin in the past days, you think to yourself as you catch his surprised gaze from across the rink. 

Maybe it’s also because of how you’ve been talking to him a lot lately about his concerns for you and this sport that he immediately rushes to your side as Yuna and Yeji help you walk from the rink to the locker room as Jaemin suddenly announces a short break. Quickly and gently taking your arm from Yeji’s shoulder from the sides of the rink, the next three minutes are a bit of a blur to you as Seungmin multitasks between examining your bruises, assuring your teammates that he can take care of you, and walking you to the nearest bathroom—all the while scolding you under his breath. 

You can only pout at him the whole way, letting him drag you along with him until he’s hoisting you up again on top of the sink counter much like every other Saturday. 

Except it feels a bit different this time, especially since Seungmin has never looked this worried since you started this sport 2 months ago.    

“Okay, let’s see that bloody nose again.” He asks you after a while, tilting your face downwards with his one hand (the other holding an ice pack from Jaemin) and scrunching up his nose with furrowed eyebrows. “Yikes.” 

“I’m sort of choking here a bit.” You point out, shifting uncomfortably in your place at the feeling of blood on your tongue and the realization that you also have small cuts on your lips. “Um...” 

You see his eyebrows furrow deeper in thought as he then turns to his side and places his backpack next to you, temporarily placing the ice pack in the space between your leg and his backpack and taking out a first aid kit. “That bad? Fuck.” He hisses under his breath, more to himself than to you, as he proceeds to prepare a whole bag of cotton balls, wipes, and ointment. “I can clean and ice this up but we’ll have to go immediately after this and get you checked out at the clinic across the street.” 

“Really?” You wince at seeing Seungmin hold up a wet wipe to your face. “So I can’t finish the game?” 

“You’re face is broken and you’re thinking about the game? Y/N, please...” He sighs disapprovingly at you, cupping your chin again and lightly dabbing on the trail of blood on your face with the wet wipe. “Try to hold in the pain for a bit while I clean your face and maybe try not to think about the game.” 

"Sorry...” You trail off, pouting up at Seungmin and earning you another sigh from him. 

“This is the worst I’ve seen you.” He muses out loud, his furrowed eyebrows slowly softening as he purses his lips. “What even happened back there? It was all too quick for me, to be honest.” 

“The other team’s jammer bumped me a bit too harsh.” You reply slowly, careful of the blood on your lips and the sting you feel from inhaling. In front of you, Seungmin unconsciously winces through carefully cleaning your face. “We were skating on the slope going up so I ended up hitting my face on the barriers.” 

“They’re visitors, right?” He asks you next and you nod quietly in response. “I’ll have to remind Jaemin to talk to them. If not, I’ll talk to them myself...” 

“Seungmin—”

“You fell really bad, they should be accountable.” He insists anyway. “Even if derby’s a violent sport, there are still limits to it and this is just too much.”     

You unconsciously mirror Seungmin’s frown the longer he stares down at the bloodied lower half of your face, your shoulders slouching deeply when he finally reaches the end of the drying red trail on your chin with his third wet wipe. The physical pain of a broken nose and a bruised lip can’t even compete with the guilt pooling in your stomach now as you observe your best friend’s disappointed expression, making you wince less and sigh more in front of him at knowing full well that it’s all because of how you played tonight. “Just say it already.”

“Say what?” He mumbles back, now with a raised eyebrow at you as he disposes off the used wet wipes next to you on top of the sink counter. He then passes you the ice pack, guiding your hands to slowly move it up to your nose. “Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?” 

You see the genuine anticipation in his eyes of what you meant by your words, making you look down on your free hand rested right on top of the faint bruise marks on your lap. “That I’m being stupid for pursuing this sport, that I should stop playing.” You answer quietly as you shift in your seat. “It’s just that we were talking about this exact thing for the whole week and then it happens and now you look so upset so I thought...” 

In front of you, you hear Seungmin sigh before gently tilting your chin up again, meeting your eyes with a soft gaze before moving his hands up to carefully massage your cheeks. “Ya, you’re not stupid,” He shakes his head. “you’re just clumsy sometimes but that’s because you keep forgetting that you’re supposed to be on wheels here and not blades.”

“Ya—”

“And this incident wasn’t your fault.” He adds after a while, when you don’t immediately speak. “I’m not mad at you, just frustrated. I’m mad at the other team, though.”

"Seungmin—” You huff in his touch, cracking a small and brief smile on his face.

“Anyway, I still think you should lessen playing, especially since the semester’s about to start again.” He interjects quickly before you can even say another word, briefly turning to your side to pass you another bundle of face tissues when he hears you sniffling. “but I’ll never ask you to stop playing completely because I know you really enjoy this. The same applies to the other one, of course.”

“Besides, what sport doesn’t involve getting hurt?” He adds as an after thought, taking out two plies of tissue for your incoming cold and the stray tear on your cheek.

“Um, board games?” You muse out loud as you take the tissues in his hands and place them in between your face and your ice pack, fully cracking his serious façade this time as he breaks into a scoff.

“You know what I mean.” You see Seungmin roll his eyes at you, making you purse your lips as a smile tries making its way on your cuts. When he sees your reaction, his thumb instinctively moves over to your bottom lip, stopping you from smiling. “Don’t smile, dummy, we just fixed that lip cut.”

The gesture makes your heart flip and your gaze unconsciously softens at him as you watch him dispose of all your trash with a small ‘alright, done.’ under his breath. “Have I told you I love you this week?” You speak in a low voice with no intention of sounding teasing at all this time, giving him a tight-lipped smile when he looks up at you again in confusion. “You’re the best, capt.” 

It takes him a moment to process your words, especially with the unusual tone in your voice. Eventually, you see him return your smile. “You already did. I’m just looking out for you as usual.” He shrugs bashfully, offering you a hand which you gladly accept when you stand. “I love you too...” 

“I know.” You nod, tugging on him by your intertwined hands and pressing a light kiss on his cheek when he tilts his head to your side. “I’m sorry again.” 

“You’re being soft all of a sudden.” He points out, biting down a small smile. “It’s probably the fall.” 

You roll your eyes at him, pressing the ice pack closer to your face. “How many minutes do I have to hold this ice again?” 

“If you’re thinking of throwing that on my face, I’ll have you know I can deny you entry on my game next Friday.” He warns, placing his hand on the ice pack again to check your wound. “Fifteen more minutes. I’ll text Jaemin and Yeji for now, the clinic should still be open at this time.” 

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[leerongrong]

of broken arms and annoying neighbors.

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: In which your summer isn’t filled with adventures and laughter but more of annoying neighbors and falling from windows.

Requested: yess from this drabble game. feel free to send a request! // babysitter!au + enemies to lovers +prompt 37 with hyuck or jaemin,, i cant really decide,, thank you and i love your blog uwu xoxo

Summer started just over a month ago, prompting all school kids to lay back and enjoy the sun, ditching school work and forgetting homework. Sunshine shone from above, shinning on your uncovered head while you’re walking to the house address on your phone.

While your friends had all went away to vacation; some going to Bali for a summer tan, others going to their grandparents’ house in the suburbs, you had decided to stay put in your house, prompting to get a job and gather up money for a brand new speaker you’ve been eyeing since last week. The gadget had been just a bit expensive, your money lacking and your parents won’t give you any of theirs, telling you to work for it instead.

The neighborhood you’re walking through is one of the high end ones; flashy marble white buildings owned by the likes of business men, and women. The first time you walked through, you’d felt a little awestruck at their infrastructures, even at their too big swing set just by the park. You guessed this was what people meant when they said that grass is always greener on the other side.

You, yourself came from a humble back ground. Your dad a small office worker with 8 to 9 hours of work, while your mom’s a stay at home wife who cooks and sells some of her paintings as a hobby and now to add to the addition, you’re a babysitter who works for a well off family with 2 adorably well mannered kids. You had started working just over two weeks ago, along with taking care of kids, you had to do a little house work but all and all you love the job that you have.

Although the one thing you can’t stand about the job is one little thing, or should you say person. He goes by the name Lee Donghyuck.

The neighbor next door who made it hell even on your first day of work, breaking one of the house owner’s window, as a welcome gift. Your first encounter hadn’t been good to start with, more so when you threatened to call the police on him. Ever since then he’d always get on your nerves, pressing on the house’s doorbell multiple times and fleeing when you came to open the door.

You hadn’t been innocent yourself, you had purposely baked a chilly and pepper pie that smelled like strawberry and jam, pretending to put it out on the window to cool it down. You had the best laugh of your life when you saw him eat it and cough his guts out.

The steady pace you put on proved to be a hassle. You’re sweating buckets by the time you reached the Smith’s front door, the sun’s still beating down on you while you’re twisting the door knob, eyebrows furrowing when the door won’t open. “Sam? Lynn? Guys it’s me, open the door!”

“Nope!” Two heads pop out of the kitchen window, both kids laughing and smiling at you. Sam’s the 7-year-old brunette with his two front teeth missing, while Lynn’s the 6-year-old blonde with pigtails. The two kids have been a wonder for you to babysit, both of them following your every rule and staying out of trouble. That is until today.

“Guys, c’mon,” You groan, “The ice cream I bought is going to melt if you don’t let me in.”

You’re suppressing a smirk when both kids pop up at the sound of ice cream, the two having a secret little meeting while they go on to discus about their multiple favorite flavors. “What flavor did you bring?”

“Rockyroad.” The sweat sliding down your neck has you desperate to get out of the sun, desperate enough to send the kids your best puppy dog eyes. Little Lynn’s eyes waver for a small moment that has you hopeful, only for that hope to be crushed when Sammy shakes his head and locks the window from the inside.

You’re scoffing at your fate while Donghyuck’s having the time of his live, hand propped up to hold his phone onto his ear while his eyes take in the way you’re jumping and trying to climb your way up to the second story window. The line on his phone finally connects and he’s spewing comments the moment Jaemin’s voice breaks through.

“Bro, she’s climbing up a window!”

“What do you mean you don’t believe me?”

“Come over here and see it yourself, then!”

“Are you a burglar or something?” His eyes are scanning your form, taking in the way you’re climbing up swiftly as if it isn’t your first time. He’s taking in the way your shirt and shorts ride up every time your hands reach up to grab at a ledge. “You’re hot tho.”

“What’d you say, Hyuck?” Donghyuck almost flings his phone out the window when he hears Jaemin’s voice on the line, only remembering too late that he hasn’t pressed the end call button just yet, finally realizing that Jaemin probably heard him calling you hot.

The multiple excuses on the tip of his tongue are pulled to a stop when he hears your scream from outside his window, and it takes everything in Donghyuck not to scream too because an arm shouldn’t be bent that way.

He’s sprinting to your side in seconds, and Hyuck crouches down slowly when he sees you’re still looking at your arm in a daze. “Hey, are you okay?” He’s refraining from slapping himself because you’re most definitely not okay.

Your eyes are focused on him for a minute, head bopping down to look at your hand. The adrenaline in your system is slowly wearing off, a sluggish feeling seeping into your bones and pain shooting up your arm. The scream that escapes you not only make Donghyuck jump but also make Jaemin come running from three house down.

“Oh My God.” The three words come pouring from your lips like a prayer, repeating it again and again while your eyes are still focused on your arm and the way it’s bent, some places slowly turning a smudge blue and purple. The tears start falling down in a quick pace and the way you’re looking at Donghyuck, makes him want to cry too.

“Don’t touch your arm!” Donghyuck all but screeches when he sees you reaching down to your weirdly angled arm, “Are you stupid!?”

“There’s a spare key under the bench,” He screams, “How did you not know that? Even I knew about it!”

You aren’t sure who calls the ambulance, your vision blurring until all you can see is black. Your ears only comprehend Donghyuck’s screams and the sound of sirens invading your senses. “Don’t you dare die, you hear me?! People are going to think I’m the one who killed you!”

“Get a summer job they said,” You grumble, “It’ll be fun they said.”

“Well they didn’t say anything about falling out a window and breaking an arm!”

The next few weeks are spent in your bedroom, based on doctor’s orders. You thought your summer would be filled with adventures, laughter, and maybe a hint of love and you’re still bitter that yours has been filled broken arms and annoying neighbors so far. Although you can’t complain about the later, since the incident, Donghyuck’s been visiting you in his spare time along with Jaemin and the two of you could now be classified as best friends, although you’re not sure what you and Donghyuck are.

The lingering touches and affectionate teasing are too much for you to think of.

Three knocks are heard and your door opens to reveal your mom with a batch of cookies in her hands, a smile spreading on your lips when another head pops into view. “You have a visitor, sweetie.”

The first few moments with Donghyuck alone in your room is awkward, both of you shuffling around while no one utters a word. The sun’s still bright outside, some of its rays shinning in through your opened window and into your room. Donghyuck shuffles closer to you when the sun’s rays hit him on his face and you’re snorting at the view.

“Are you Dracula or something?”

“That’s rich of you to say that,” He snorts back, “As if you don’t look like a mummy right now.”

The awkwardness bursts when you both start laughing, Donghyuck even going a degree of falling off your bed. The air is calm for a while, Donghyuck helping himself to a few of your mom’s cookies while he also passes you some. It’s only then do you see the sight of a black marker in his pocket.

“What’s that for?” Donghyuck’s half way to taking a bite from his cookie when he stops for a moment. A sight of red covering a bit of his cheeks, and you’re squinting to see if he’s blushing or if you also hit your head when you fell.

”Ya know- I haven’t written anything on your cast.”

“Hyuck,” You groan, “It’s being removed soon.”

He’s shrugging his shoulders and you’re trying to see his hidden intentions when he twirls the marker between his fingers, the motion capturing your attention instead. “Still want to sign it.”

“Fine, But if it’s something bad I will literally throw you out my window.”

His body covers your cast from view, completely blocking you from seeing what he’s scribbling on your hand. You’ve only seen Donghyuck serious a handful of times, and you didn’t think he would look this serious if he’s only signing your cast. “Why’re you taking so long?”

“You remember that time you fell really hard and broke your arm?”

Of course it’s like him to answer a question with another question, one of his traits you’ve seen countless of times back when you two were still enemies trying to spite each other. You know he’s been trying to do it less since you cussed him out for it but you know that old habits die hard.

“Of course,” You roll your eyes, “How could I forget?”

“Well I kind of fell that hard for you too.”

Your head shoots up the second the words leave his lips, and your eyes bug out when it registers in your mind that Lee Donghyuck just used a pick up line on you, it just registered in your mind that Lee Donghyuck, your previously annoying enemy, may have a crush on you, just like you him.

And it only registers in your mind the words he wrote on your cast may be the sweetest thing he’s ever asked to you.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

Bonus Scene:

“It’s totally clear you didn’t come up with that pick up line all alone.” The two of you are laying on your bed, Donghyuck’s head on top of your lap while your, now free, hand tangles themselves in his hair, softly tugging at the roots and giggling when he groans from your actions. “It totally reeks of Na Jaemin.”

“Well, didn’t you want to know how i feel?” He’s propping himself up on his elbows, pouting exaggeratedly in a mock cute fashion. “Besides, I said it. Me.  And you liked it. Does it even matter?”

The slight red on his cheeks make you squeal and you’re flopping on top of him. Donghyuck lets out an oof when you wrap all your limbs around his, his mouth curling up into a smile when you press a sweet kiss onto the edge of his lips.

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[algernoninwonderland]

“Porter sur toi un nouveau regard”: basic outlines and preparatory notes

What better way to celebrate a fic being completed than me releasing some of the basic notes I took while planning it? Here they are, with a few additions.

 It all started as a prompt I got on Discord, the very simple “love at first sight” and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it at first, but the idea of sight stuck with me. Are your first impressions the right ones? Can you learn to see someone a certain way or another? It’s ultimately a story about learning to see other people and yourself, isn’t it?

Which meant I had to take a certain point of view, because an omniscient floating eye is emotionally detached. Character POV may have a limited scope, but that may help empathise with them. This is a story about Kagami, so it was only fair for Kagami to be the centre of it.

Chapter 1: 

“How does Kagami truly feel about Marinette before Ikari Gozen”? 

While Marinette sees the two of them as rivals, that rivalry is one-sided, and Kagami wouldn’t take that girl seriously. She’s simply annoying. 

Kagami is a lonely character, who genuinely wants to make friends, still, and she’s anything but cool or smooth. She doesn’t know the other characters the way the audience does, at all.

Tomoe Tsurugi sucks.

Switching from “Dupain-Cheng” to “Marinette Dupain-Cheng” to “Marinette” would be a nice way to keep the reader hooked. Lots of tiny details that’ll come back later on!

Comphet. 

Lots of comphet already. What you “should” like, a calculated, conscious choice.

A few jabs at the show because why not.

Chapter 2:

Filling gaps in characterisation and timeline to make sure that everything hurts later on! Including pre-Adrigami. People thought the paperwork between Tomoe and Gabriel was a marriage contract, not quite, but an arranged relationship? Definitely from Tomoe’s side.

Are Kagami and Marinette already going on dates when they visit the city together all on their own? Isn’t that the true sapphic experience.

Also, the promise of them going to the terrace rooftop on sunny days! It’ll come back later on.

The Bike Motive. Marinette driving her forward.

“Your hair is beautiful” but make it much gayer. 

I hate the André scene in the finale, it sucks and it’s awful for everyone. It should be awful for both Marinette and Kagami. Comphet. So much comphet. 

Kagami’s impression of brokenness is something we’ll come back to over and over again.

Adrien doesn’t notice because he’s Adrien. The kiss. Nothing.

“K-Kagami!” End with a cliffhanger for more suffering.

As a side note, I made myself cry writing this chapter.

Chapter 3:

Everything hurts. Everything. Hurts. 

Identity reveals don’t solve anything, they still fail, and Marinette still isn’t willing to show herself to Kagami, still hiding behind a facade.

Just because Marinette understands things a little better doesn’t mean it hurts any less

They are both lying to each other and themselves and they don’t even realise it.

“Fixing the brokenness” through comphet.

Nothing is solved at all.

Falling asleep on a chaise longue plus blanket

Chapter 4:

Life as a socialite in Paris, concerts and restaurants, wearing clothes she hasn’t chosen

The Adrien routine, pulling chairs and flowers

It’s all miserable still, lots of “shoulds”

Fencing competition, fencing competition ahead. Tomoe is a terrible parent and a terrible coach.

Text conversations with Marinette, overdoes joy with emojis

The Bike Motive Returns, with more feelings, Marinette’s almost desperate gestures

(Kagami as the only person she can fully confide in, but still won’t)

An early birthday present… But Kagami is born in November, Marinette is a mess and so is her room.

Hug and first hint of reciprocated Marigami? Just the happiness of having someone like Kagami who admires her work as Marinette.

Falling asleep on a chaise longue plus blanket, part deux.

KAGAMI IN A SUIT!!!

Kisses on the cheek are really common in France, not Japan. A heavy kiss.

Dress or suit?

Marinette is a mess, texts at night. Difference between Adrien and Marinette’s texts, Adrien’s more self-centred.

No sense of space in Tokyo, jet lag and closed house. Closed spaces. 

Chapter 5:

I’m going to write a full chapter about sabre fencing and people will love it

Lots of sneaky (or not so sneaky) GL and Yuri manga/anime references. Make Juri Arisugawa part of the Jury.

All the locations are real

Marinette overdoes it again, Kagami can’t tell.

Kagami’s technique dissecting her opponents. She is a champion already.

Teach the readers about fencing whilst describing it. Have opponents be challenging in specific, understandable ways.

She chooses the suit. What even is subtlety.

As a side note: it was a really fun one to write.

Chapter 6:

Marinette internship phone call, Nathalie’s plan. No way Gabriel would accept to work with a kid. Flirting, Kagami as a muse?

The Foucault chapter. Everything is a prison. Restaurant, vertical stripes on wall as prison bars, the relationship, the self-locking car. This is no Utena car.

Everything is wrong, including the food

Adrigami friendship, much better than Adrigami romance. Rose/Chair. She doesn’t hate him at all, she just doesn’t love him… It wouldn’t work, she’s gay and he’s a liar.

Self-imposed gestures of affection.

Do not describe the kisses, they’re just a thing she has to do

Marinette is a mess, Ladybug is a mess, hell imagery, falling down a hole, almost dying. We are in the car with Kagami and we want to do something, anything, and we can’t.

Chapter 7:

The first step to things being alright again is to admit that they aren’t alright now

Nighttime conversation, Kagami letting Ladybug in

Marinette finally showing herself bare to Kagami but still tries not to until the dam breaks. Being a hero is miserable. Being the Guardian when you are a child with no guidance or support is miserable. Kagami as the only person she can trust.

Botched Lukanette date?

“I’m just so tired.”

“You are not a failure, you are so courageous, a genius fashion designer and my best friend”

(Additional note: I cried writing that passage)

Sharing the burden: help in more than just words.

“I hate that you have to see me like that.”

But showing your vulnerability and still being accepted as true love

Kagami truly sees Marinette now.

“Tutorship” and Tomoe being awful but excuse works. Help is material, homework, tidying up the room together.

“Stop feeling guilty about letting other people help you.”

Flirting hidden behind jokes, Kagami lying to herself. Way to ruin the mood.

Marigami baking.

Harlem 88, postal workers, acab

Watching television on the same couch, or rather watching Marinette watch television.

Umbrella scene with polka dots.

Kagami fully aware of her feeling and afraid of them, afraid that Marinette might feel the same

Chapter 8:

more fencing, Kagami absolutely rules

Worrying about Marinette alone with Gabriel, rightfully so, but can’t say that out loud

Stereotypical outdated Japanese-ness, Kagami can’t conform, doesn’t know how to put on her houmongi on her own. Tomoe and paradoxes, her daughter is both weak and “too muscular” at the same time.

The Palais Royal. The Buren columns are very climbable.

Gabriel, “quite miraculous”. Testing the waters, Kagami doesn’t notice. 

Jealousy when Adrien speaks of Marinette?

Ratatouille reference! Tatou. 

Tomoe playing the role of the exotic Japanese to be accepted. 

Drunk parents, drunk on power and self-satisfaction. 

Adrien’s kiss, forced to return it. 

Fear that Adrien might become Marinette’s muse

The bike motive once more

Barkk’s power is tracking magical signatures, each is different from the other

Marinette taking control over her own life, making plans to stop Hawk Moth instead of passively waiting for each attack, 

“She was never broken. She is in love with another girl.”

Marinette is in love with her too, but is ready to wait.

Chapter 9:

Adrien IS Chat Noir, up to the entitlement and his way of being physically affectionate. Stay true to canon and canon implications.

Adrigami/DJWifi double date, Alya means well but doesn’t know everything

Wordbuilding: of course the Ladyblog isn’t the only website ever, bad rival, Daily Bugle pun.

Not hating someone doesn’t mean you should be with them.

Hints of Adrigami friendship again, relief at avoiding romance.

Food at Kagami’s, cooker, formally perfect but not personal

Marinette and Barkk, closer to their goal

The Turtle Pearl bracelet: a shield, a great way to show feeling of danger, symbol of love

Kagami is the one to kiss Marinette on the cheek this time

Chapter 10:

Tomoe is a bad instructor episode 100

In which Adrien proves himself to truly be also Chat Noir, i.e. unable to understand personal barriers and entitlement. Still Kagami’s POV. He doesn’t think he’s doing anything wrong, insistence≠playfulness. certainly won’t apologise

The bike motive again. Scenic road and conversation

Going to Orsay, definitely a date!

Chat Noir was moody during akuma crisis because of course he was.

Chapter 11:

Adrigami “break”, Adrien sucks at admitting that he’s anything but perfect and being confronted with that.

Kagami bluntness.

Adrigami isn’t about Adrigami, it’s about the Tsurugi family’s status and Tomoe terrified of consequences. Attacking the room instead of Kagami herself.

The Turtle Pearl glows when wearer feels endangered or imminent danger

The museum pictures, the two of them together

Aquarium date?

“Voice of reason” isn’t the voice of reason at all.

Barkk is in the bag, smells everything

Chapter 12:

Kagami as Tomoe’s messenger

Agreste mansion as a mausoleum, setting up the geography, security cameras, cold. Painting of Émilie, goal is near

Nathalie being extremely good at pretending she didn’t just knock that kid unconscious months ago, she’s awful and it’s great.

Marinette internship, Gabriel wears a bowtie… Resembles a butterfly.

Barkk in the bag, smells everything.

Stressful phone call, feels feverish, it’s him and that’s undeniable.

Marinette the detective.

“Thanks for being there for me”

“Thank you for trusting me so much”

Having dinner with Hawk Moth, it’s awful and stressful

No more chair/rose

Adrien is miserable but not aggressive. Building up to final fight

Chapter 13:

Meet the Dupain-Chengs, short, awkward, sweet moment

Marinette’s room, perfectly clean

From creepy stalker to detective, without downplaying the former or overplaying the latter

The two are complementary, very concrete things, 

The plan: catch Hawk Moth red-handed, take it outside and expose him to the world

How the Kwami Pearls work: just like the Miraculouses themselves, feeding off the host, only more brutal. Marinette trying to reassure Kagami

Re-explain Turtle Pearl and other powers, illusion, thunder, time-rewind and portal

Gabriel owns original Degas painting since they are both assholes

Adrien/Chat still not great at all

Ice-cream but no biphobia/lesbophobia this time, just a regular shop suggested by Juleka.

The Pont des Arts, no more locks, just like in real life.

The confession, the kiss: consent and everything is right, but also desperate. Marinette really wants to do it well.

Longg is back, also, hype

Side note: I cried writing this one.

Chapters 14-15

Ryuko infiltrating the mansion, all in the details

I hate that Hawk Moth’s lair is an actual real physical space in the show, but if this needs to be material, then so be it. He was allowed to turn his house into that because he got help from the Mayor/Audrey.

Chat Noir can’t fight, near breakdown.

Nathalie knew. Remake of first fight, only Ryuko has clear upper hand.

Having missiles in your house isn’t a good idea.

The Turtle Pearl serves its purpose at last, 

Gabriel mostly defeats himself on his own, hubris, the whole extent of his power dynamic with Nathalie

Going back to the Champ de Mars, 

Teamwork, taking the butterfly down. Chat Noir rejects his father entirely, cataclysm-ed akuma.

The mansion again, entirely destroyed, paintings of Émilie burning. Spell book and tablet recovered.

Chapter 16:

Taking the big bad down is useless if you don’t take down the power structures that allowed him to strive in the first place. Killing Voldemort only solves that much.

Discovering it all on a phone screen, shut-in

ACAB no matter your gender

They are just following orders and happy to do so, and Gabriel still has some power over them

Tomoe plays by the rules, even though these rules are awful

Kagami’s anger

Chapter 17:

Aquarium date, aquarium date! Fish facts

Kagami’s anger still, doesn’t die out, render it through environment and senses

Water as a healing motive, fish facts

Hot outside - cold inside, ice-cream

Kagami nearly blows out because of kids after being slightly soothed

The power of love is strong but it can’t solve everything.

Additional note: someone in the comments asked me if Kagami had ASD, and the answer is, I don’t know, you tell me! If you think she is on the spectrum, then she is!

Addressing Kagami being closeted, because there’s simply no other way. This isn’t good. Having to live hidden out of fear isn’t good..

The bike motive, + ice cream

Kagami uses the word “lesbian” for the first time to describe her own experience.

Chapter 18:

Tomoe has feelings and these feelings suck. Under the guise of rules, abuse.

Kagami fighting back.

Power is material, through connections and money, nothing that can’t be bought

Kagami’s first demonstration, don’t make it too violent but still ACAB

Nino and Alya as reporters, Julerose and Luka seasoned protestors

The Palais de Justice’s gilded gates are closed vs the crowd

Marinette using her powers for something other than Hawk Moth, strong stance but also still a 15 yo kid’s understanding of the situation

Chapters 19-20:

No tanabata because Tomoe is terrible

The rooftop terrace at last, more Marigami wholesomeness

Dupain-Cheng house vs Tsurugi house, the furniture and dishes, the meal, more Tom and Sabine

Marinette has been cut from her Chinese heritage, exploring that (callback to Mandarin app, chapter 1) and bitterness of it

Adrien moving on in England, still Plagg with him, he’ll become a rich prep boy

Marinette as a Guardians, her own spell book

Duusuu is devouring Émilie’s soul and neither Marinette nor Kagami knows

Françoise Dupont at night, fencing classes, Marinette moves like Ladybug

The future: it is bright but bittersweet, let’s talk about it together

And there was only one bed

Oh, to cuddle with your girlfriend in her bed for the first time

Watching the sun rise together, calm breakfast

Side note: I also cried writing this one.

Chapter 21, epilogue

A new beginning

Kagami turning her back on her mother almost entirely

The bike motive, but Kagami no longer needs Marinette to show her the way now

New school, familiar faces but not only

An ordinary bracelet for Marinette, but proof of love despite everything

End on their hands.

#miraculous #ml #marigami #kagaminette #ao3fic #mine

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Put Me In a Movie

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n-sometimes, I look back on this series and think about how this did not go the way it was initially planned. And then I just write more angst and make it worse. Flashback in italics)

Summary Prologue  1   2   3  4  5  6 7  8  9  10  11  12  13  14  15

Warnings- Angst

Chapter 16- The Best Part of Me Was Always You.

5 Months Ago Salty tears rolled down her cheeks and they didn’t really do anything to quell the heat in her cheeks. Y/n couldn’t believe that she’d let herself fall for Keanu, even after she’d seen the red flags so, so many of them. They were there from the very start. But still, he was…...enigmatic, charming and daringly handsome. He made it easy to love him. He was making it easy to hate him too. 

Even as Y/n hustled through the lobby, intent on her room, ready to pack up and get her assistant to change her flight, she couldn’t help but let his words replay in her head. You’re not my girlfriend. It was her fault, Y/n was the one who’d built up this perfect idea of him in her head, she was the one who’d held onto the flimsy threads of hope, wishing that at some point, Keanu would come to return her feelings. But Y/n had to grow up, realize that he wasn’t the one that was going to be the one that stuck around to the end, he had the affections of a gypsy after all. 

Her head was down, and Y/n’s leather jacket was held closed by tightly balled fists and her the thin heels of her stilettos clicked on the marble floor, drowning out everything else. She was so distracted with her tumultuous thoughts, that Y/n didn’t see the person getting out of the elevator, just as she was trying to get in, consequently walking straight into his hard chest. “Oh!” He grabbed her shoulders, trying to steady her, surprised when she finally looked up at him, smeared, running make-up skewing her beauty, eyes red and lips quivering with quiet sobs, “Y/n?”

“Luke,” embarrassed, she hastily swiped at her eyes and sniffled, knowing that no amount of damage control could rectify her appearance, “Hey, I didn’t know you were staying here.”

“It’s just for tonight,” his frown was deep and his hold on her shoulders didn’t waver, “Are you okay? Why are you crying?”

Wiping her face again, Y/n tried to dismiss his concern, “I’m fine.” Desperately, she tried to slip out of his hold, growing a little annoyed when he wouldn’t relent, “It’s nothing okay? Why do you care anyway?”

Her words seemed to sting, still Luke put on a brave face, his warm, rich eyes soft, as they’d always been with her. Why couldn’t Y/n have just fallen in love with Luke? He was good and safe. He put her needs before his and put up with so much to be with her. “Because I care about you, Y/n,” he cleared his throat loudly, “Even if you’re with Keanu now.”

At the mention of his name, a choked sob  broke through her lips, and in an instant, without even knowing the reason for her break down, Luke was pulling her in, hugging her tight and shushing her in comfort. “It’s okay,” assured, kissing the top of her hair, “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Whatever it is, you’re gonna be okay.”

Now The billboards seemed to dominate Los Angeles, and the adverts were plastered everywhere too; at storefronts on the street and in the malls, in magazines and on the internet. There wasn’t a place that Keanu could go without seeing her face; Y/n, the newest face of Everwood. When he’d heard the news, after it had made its way through whispers and rumors around Hollywood, he almost couldn’t believe it. Just over five months ago, Y/n was sitting at brunch saying that she didn’t do things like that; model for popular fashion houses and parade their brands as if she were their messiah. But there she was, and Keanu could still barely wrap his head around it. 

With her induction to the fashion world, had come other rumors. People had started to speculate that she and Luke had started going around again, she was working for his mother after all. It was something he’d avoided thinking about, Keanu couldn’t stand the thought that she’d managed to move on when he felt like he’d be stuck wallowing in their break up forever. And for the most part, Keanu had closed himself off to anything involving Y/n, he dismissed the topic when people asked what it was like to work with her and actively avoided more than a glance at the pictures of her that seemed to be painted on every corner. 

At first, it was easy, L.A was huge and people weren’t often listening when you were talking anyway, always in search of the next new high. But then it happened, the day that reminded him that he couldn’t ever truly escape her came, right when he wasn’t expecting it. Los Angeles was big, but it wasn’t that big. She was wearing a sundress, a pale pink one, and at first, he thought he was hallucinating. What were the odds that on the very same day that he’d taken his mother to brunch would be the same on that Y/n would drop by at the very same restaurant, with a table on the other side of the cushy establishment, to share a meal with an older woman and Luke. 

“Who are you looking at?” Keanu’s mother interrupted his taunting thoughts, trying to match his gaze; see what he was seeing. “Oh!” Her eyes light up in recognition, “That’s Delilah Everwood! You know her,” Patrica reached over the small table to slap his arm lightly, “She’s the founder of the design house,” squinting her eyes, she continued, “That must be her son, the photographer, and isn’t that the girl you worked with a couple months ago, Y/n?”

“Uh,” thank heavens for the insane alcohol content of bloody marys, “Yup,” his stiff, wooden reply was delayed, and like a fool Keanu couldn’t tear his gaze away from the scene several feet away. Even if it hurt like a punch to the gut when she leaned into Luke’s side after planting a kiss to his jaw. She’d met his mother, they were having brunch, like a happy little family.

Keanu had never even thought of letting Y/n meet his mother.

And now? The greatest love of Keanu’s life, the best part of himself, was wrapped up in the arms of another. Like life was some kind of sick, practical joke.

“Don’t you want to go say hi Ke?” His mother, always so polite, “I’m sure she’d love to see you again.” She used to love him. “Come on,” already she was moving to stand.

“No!” Hasty and ready to put an end to the matter, startling his mother, “I mean,” he forced a strained smile, “It’s been so long since we’ve spent some time together, just the two of us. Let’s not go through all of that, okay?”

She didn’t seem to believe him eyeing Keanu suspiciously before once again resigning to her wicker chair, “Okay,” she matched his smile, hers more genuine, “Whatever you want sweetheart.” Even as she sat, Keanu could tell that his mother hadn’t completely let the issue go, and was probably going to bring up his behavior on the ride back to her place, but until then, he’d be inclined to pretend that what he’d seen wasn’t real. Because if it was real, then Y/n was never coming back to him. 

He was always hard to miss, even though Y/n knew that Keanu preferred to simply blend in, he always stood out. She'd seen him from the minute he walked in, pulling out a chair for an older woman; his mother. It was funny, the fact that they dated but the only reason Y/n knew his mother was because of the internet. For the minute, after the two had taken their patio table, Y/n held her breath for the moment where another woman would appear, her replacement. There hadn't been anything in the media that said Keanu was seeing someone else, and he'd seemingly stayed true to his word, holding onto her space in his life, but Y/n knew better than anyone that Keanu could hide a relationship if he wanted to. 

It stung, the thought of someone else laying with him at night, safe in his arms, listening to him talk about his day. For months, Y/n had longed to be that person, his one and only, his forever. But the odds weren't in their favor and though he'd apologized and though she missed him with everything in her, she'd still gotten back with Luke. Y/n hadn't meant for it to happen, but his mother's people had adamantly lobbied with her people, and by the end summer, she'd signed on as a spokesperson for his Delilah's brand. Getting back with Luke had been collateral damage after that; he'd been in charge of a few of the photo shoots and during editing, they'd gotten closer than they were before, Y/n had found herself letting him in in a way she hadn't when they were together, and it certainly helped that he was the one that had gone out of his way to help her through her break up with Keanu. Being with him after that seemed easy, like it was the right thing to do. 

At least, it did, until she saw Keanu. In an instant, the memories came flooding back. How his lips worked with hers when they kissed. His arms felt when they embraced and how his board, his chest and his beating heart felt against her back. How he smelt and tasted and simply everything about him. Keanu was a stain on her memory, embedded in her skin and sometimes, when Y/n would pick up something she’d worn in his company, she could swear that his musky aroma had still clung to the fabric. Maybe he was meant to stay with her forever, in a different kind of way. In the memories they shared. Maybe they just weren’t meant to be.

At the thought, Y/n’s shoulders fell and her gaze dimmed. For some reason, even though she’d processed their break up, she hadn’t really thought of the fact that she might go on with the rest of her life having not reconciled with the one man who she’d love above all others. “You okay?” Luke affectionately squeezed her shoulders, her spaghetti strap not a real barrier from the warmth of his palm.

Forcing a smile, which inevitably faltered, Y/n turned to Luke, trying hard to suppress thoughts of Keanu. But she couldn’t, it wasn’t as easy as she’d like it to be, and then, more than ever, she realized that she might have never felt for Luke what she felt for Keanu, even if she was too stubborn to take him back. “Yeah,” not wanting him to press the matter, she reached up, pecking the side of his jaw, paying mind to Keanu seated across the room, his dark eyes trained on her. 

For a moment more, though never directly looking in his direction, Y/n observed him; he looked a little different. His beard was bushier than she remembered and his shaggy mane a bit longer. Part of her ached to get up and go say something, but Y/n knew herself well enough that if she even got there, there was no telling what would happen. So instead, she just stayed, cuddled against Luke, trying to enjoy their habitual Sunday brunch with Delilah, occasionally stealing glances at Keanu and hoping no one would notice. 

“Well,” his mother was sitting shotgun, handbag discarded in her lap with her hands clasped over the top and dark tinted sunglasses guarding her knowing expression.

With one hand stationed on the wheel, the other balled in a loose fist on his jean clad lap, Keanu kept his eyes trained forward, navigating the busy Los Angeles street as he headed for his mother’s place, “Well what?” He knew exactly what she was asking about, but really wasn’t in the mood to talk about Y/n, especially after he’d seen her all wrapped up around Luke, the sight just another crushing reminder of every mistake he’d made over the past few months. Mistakes were costly, and boy was he learning that the hard way. So much for thinking he’d lived enough to learn enough. “What are you talking about?” There was an unnerved twinge in his tone, and nervously, he tightened his grip on the wheel.

“Well what happened between you and Y/n?” Patrica turned to him, pushing up her sunglasses so when Keanu stole a glance her way, he’d be met with her ‘I already know, so just tell me’ look, penetrating his hardened exterior. Mothers. “She’s a little young for you, don’t you think?” She continued poking when he didn’t respond the first time, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, at least you two could’ve had a baby-”

“Mom!” With a frenzied state, Keanu cut her off, almost jerking the wheel impulsively as he turned to her, only to find a mischievous smirk tickling her lips. Of course, she’d say anything to get him to talk. “There’s nothing between me and Y/n. She was…...a co star.”

“So you look at all your co stars like they just punched you in the gut?” When Keanu simply rolled his eyes, Patrica sighed heavily, “Sweetheart,” she began again, tone softer, “You’re my son, I know you. And I know when you’re lying to me; I saw the way you were looking at her,” reaching over, she squeezed his shoulder in a display of motherly comfort, or at least, as much as she could offer while he was driving. “If you feel something for her, then maybe you should tell her.”

“Its not like that,” Keanu shook his head, hoping his unwillingness to elaborate would override her built-in need to mother him and ask way to maybe questions. But alas, it didn’t, and if anything, his mother just seemed to expect more, so, with an exasperated huff, he continued, “We were…..” gesturing wildly with his free hand, “You know…..in a…”

“Relationship?” She finished with a raised, questioning brow, “You were together!” Patrica gasped, clearly offended that he’d neglected to mention such an important bit of information.

“Yes,” cringing, Keanu cringed at the word ‘relationship.’ That was what Y/n had wanted, that was what he’d offered, though only when it was too late, “But also…...no? Its complicated.”

“I’m sure its not that complicated dear. What happened? You obviously aren’t together anymore.” Obviously.

As if he hadn’t gone over it in his head enough. Cried over it, lost sleep over it, and everything in between. All while Y/n was perfectly fine and totally moved on. Shrugging as he turned into her street, it took all of Keanu’s will to not absolutely press all his weight on the gas just so they’d get to his mother’s house quicker and consequently drop the topic, “We broke up, sort of.”

Licking her lips, Patrica shifted in her seat, trying to get a good, long, accusing look at him, “What did you do? And why’s there all this...vagueness?” Furrowing her brows, she huffed, annoyed by his apparent disinterest in telling her the truth in its entirety, “Just tell me what happened.”

And so, with every ounce of reluctance in his weary bones, Keanu told her; the more pg parts of the good and a summarized version of the ugly. Even after they reached her house, his car parked at the top of her long, winding driveway. When he was finished, they sat in tense silence for a minute, and while Keanu had prepared himself for a lecture, he was certainly not prepared to be swatted on the back of his head. “Ow!”

“That’s for what you did to that poor girl,” scoffing, his mother shook her head, “I can’t believe you’d treat her like that! You need to apologize.”

“I did,” Keanu sighed heavily, both hands still on the wheel as he started down into his lap, “It clearly didn’t work. And now she’s gone.” She’s really gone, over him and everything, while he was sitting in his mother’s driveway, sulking.

“Then get her back,” grabbing his shoulder, Keanu’s mother reached over to turn her face to him, “What, you’re just going to wait around and hope she changes her mind? You need to pick yourself up and give her a reason to change it.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?” It wasn’t like Keanu hadn’t given it his best, and he definitely wasn’t going to grovel any more than he had. 

“Well first,” while a light smile, she fondly dragged her nails through his beard, peppered with a bit more grey than usual, “I suggest you shave,” at that, Keanu tilted his head and rolled his eyes, quelling yet another exasperated sigh. “And after that,” she chuckled, patting the side of his face, “You have real talk with her. You’ve fought already, so now just….talk.”

Taking a deep breath, Keanu nodded, already debating whether or not he should even go for it. On one hand, they would start press junkets at the end of the month, and the last thing he wanted was three weeks worth of awkward interactions between grueling interviews, but on the other he didn’t want things to end the way they had the last time; with both of them hurt beyond comparison. There was one thing Keanu did know for sure though; and that was that he only had two weeks to figure out what he was going to do. 

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Hii again! 💞 Here I am at 2:30am knowing perfectly that almost of all you are sleeping but i guess this could be a nice thing to wake up. Or I hope at least. I know I told you guys I was going to finish the fic this week, but I lied... 🙈 hahaha I also lied when I said it will be 2k per chapter because here I’m with a 4k ch and thinking about an epilogue (So 5 ch in total and not only 4) but you dont care about all of this. So I hope you like this part as much as the other and thank you so much. 🥰💗🥰💗 (ao3 link on the title)

Ch 1 // Ch 2

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“The things i do for you”

Chapter 3:

We have been in two more parties after that one, and things should not go well because Robbe is every day more into the fake relationship. We arrived early at the next party, this time the house is from Jens’s ex-girlfriend, Jana, I think. Robbe has told me about it because he thinks we should look especially loving with the other since Jens still has feelings for her. Well... we are definitely doing the part of being affectionate, but I’m not so sure that this is stoping Jens in any way. 

As soon as we got there, Robbe made us sit on a sofa in the garden. His friends were already there, so they talked a little bit. Robbe was between my legs resting against my chest while I played with his hair. We must be like that for just ten minutes before Robbe kissed me. At the moment I thought we were going to kiss for a few moments and then he would be talking with his friends again. Well, that was not the case. 

It’s already midnight, and I told you that we came early and that Robbe spoke with his Moyo and Jens for only ten or fifteen minutes. So I think it is fair to say that we been kissing in front of them for at least TWO HOURS! And don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining, but, to be honest, if we keep it like this, I might be dead by the end of the night. 

“Robbe, man are you going to be sucking your boyfriend’s face all night,” Jens says, his voice sound annoyed, but I can’t tell why. 

I mean, I will be annoyed too if my best friend let me alone for three parties in a row. Robbe didn’t hear him or doesn’t care because he keeps kissing me. I hear Jens calling him one more time. 

Moving my kisses along his jaw, I whisper in his ear. “Baby?” I say while I pretend to be playing with his earring. 

“Humm?” Robbe murmur and doesn’t open his eyes. 

I chuckle softly, he seems to be in his own bubble. “Baby… Jens wants your attention.” 

“Who?” He says, hiding his face in my neck. 

“The man of your dreams,” I joke. 

“You are the man of my dreams” He whispers between kisses on my skin.  

I feel like my whole body freeze. “What?” 

“What?” Robbe says confused, this time, he is more alert and looking at me. 

“What did you say?” I ask because he couldn’t have said what I think he said, right? 

“I said, Johan, is the man of my dreams…” The fuck is he talking about? “The Dutch football player... I was joking,” Robbe says, laughing and caressing my frown.  

“Oh, okay..” I have no clue of what Robbe had said, I’m not a big football fan like him, but I guess it has more sense than what I heard. 

“Hey, bro, are you going to be all night eating Sander’s face? It’s like the third night you ignore us. You have him all the time, what about us?” Jens tries again now that Robbe is not distracted. 

And at this point, I’m pretty sure Robbe’s best friend is not jealous of me because I’m his ‘boyfriend’ but more possible because of how little time his best friend hangs with him nowadays. I tried to say it to Robbe yesterday, but once again, he didn’t listen. 

Robbe’s cheeks turn pink, and I hug him from behind. “Yes, you are right. I’m sorry I got to carry away.”  

“It’s fine Robbe, I get you guys are in the honeymoon phase. Wanna come inside for some new drinks?” Jens offers. 

“Yes! Give me a sec,” Robbe says, and Jens only nods at him, already heading to the house. 

Robbe looks at me, smiling, and I smile at him too. He is so sweet and I'm so fucking in love. He gets closer and bumps his nose with mine. 

“He is not here anymore, you know?” I ask playfully. 

“I know,” He says in the same tone. Robbe doesn’t move. “Jens can wait for a minute.”

Robbe takes my face in his hands and kisses me again. He is so tendered and gentle; he makes it super easy to get lost in it.  

“This part of your plan?” I say after some time pass. 

“Oh yeah, sure.” Robbe answers without stoping his kisses. 

“You need to go,” I laugh. 

“In a minute,” He pushes himself further in my body. 

“A minute has passed,” I joke. 

“I’m going,” He says, not moving or stoping our kiss. 

“I still see you here,” Robbe whine and starts to stand up, pulling my face giving me peaks in my mouth. 

“No, you don’t.” He pouts, making me laugh even more. 

“Baby, you need to go,” 

“Okay, okay” He finally says

Robbe walks a few steps before coming back to me. 

“One more,” He says, leaning down to kiss me again.

We kiss for a minute, deeply. After another minute pass, my neck hurts because of the rare position we are kissing. But before I can move, Robbe pushes away to look at my eyes. He smiles, and like he didn’t have just stole my heart, he runs towards the house. 

What the fuck had just happened. 

**

Thursdays are busy days for me. I work part-time in a tattoo shop while I finish my two last years of college. I’m drawing the sketches for my weekend clients and some original pieces in case anyone comes wanting a random tattoo. I like my job, I can paint all day, people used to be really kind, and because the owner is my best friend, I get to keep the majority of my profits. Noor only let me pay my part of the bills and nothing more. 

I’m drawing a European dragon for a girl I have on Saturday when my phone beeps. Usually, I don’t answer it while I’m drawing, but it must be Robbe for the time. The only moments when I don’t respond to him are because I’m with a client, yes I’m weak for him. 

“I think u should send me some photos,” I read, and I don’t have a fucking clue of what it’s he saying, so I call him. 

“Hey, baby,” I say once Robbe picks up. 

“Hi! Have you finished early today? I missing you…” 

“I miss you too, but I still have work.” 

“Buuuh… I can’t wait to see you.” 

“That’s why you want the photo?” I ask unsure, he has never done that, but he’s been acting weird lately. 

 “Yes, I guess I can say so.” 

 “Okay, I’m gonna send you a selfie later, send me one too” 

“What? No, that’s no the type of photo I meant.” 

Suddenly an idea hit me. I’m possibly wrong. No! I have to be wrong. 

“What kind of photo do you want, baby?” I ask, instead. 

“Wait! I do want the selfie. Miss your pretty face.” 

“I miss you too, baby.” I see Noor rolling her eyes. But being real, we haven’t seen each other for a week.  

Robbe has a big exam coming tomorrow, and he wanted to be focus only on that. Sure, we speak every night, but it’s not the same. 

“Don’t avoid my question what type of photo?”  

“I have been thinking…” Robbe says and a month ago that wouldn’t scare me. Today? I’m terrified. “We need to have some hot pics from the other on our phones and some dirty chats. It won’t be realistic if we don’t.” 

Yep, that’s precisely what I had thought.  

“Who is going to see our phones, Robbe?” 

“I don’t know anyone! Jens uses my phone a lot. He says I have a better camera for our skate videos.” 

“Okay, but why would Jens look into our chats?” 

“No, the chat, the gallery.” 

“Okay, I get what you mean, yet we are not doing it.” 

“Why not? It hasn’t to thaaat dirty.” 

“No, no, no. I’m not texting you that only to make Jens jealous.” 

“Humm.. okay, can I text you some?”  

Kill me if I don’t want those photos, but just because of that is why I won’t accept it. I can’t do it, those photos would mean totally different things for us. And yes, when we kiss is similar, but I know Robbe at least enjoys kissing me. The phots would be a completely different story. 

“Why don’t you take them and leave them there? If Jens is going to see the gallery, he won’t actually know you didn’t send it to me.”

“Oh! You’re right… sometimes you are such a genius.” 

“Sometimes?” 

“Yes, if you were like that all the time, you would accept my photos. I guess it’s your loss, I have some notable photos.” Robbe says, making me laugh, maybe he is right.  

We talked for a few moments more before Robbe had to go back to his study. Once we hang up, I rest my forehead on the table. 

“He is going to kill me Noor... and I will fucking thank him,” I say, looking at the floor. 

“What does lovely Robbe ask you this time? It can’t be worst than kiss him to make someone else jealous.” She asks, amused. 

“He wanted us to send dirty photos to each other,” I admit in a whisper. 

“Damn, your boy likes to torture, or he is doing it on propose?” Noor asks, but the reality can not be farther away from it. 

“Robbe is not even aware that I could at least get horny because of him.” And I honestly don’t know-how. It’s not like I’m that great of an actor. 

“Hahaha, well, I think its good you tell him no, sometimes you are too soft with his desired.” 

A deep silence grows between us. What should I say? That I finally tell him no because I won’t be able to not see those pics and not want to pin him in the wall.  

“Sander…?” Noor says with wide eyes, “Please tell me you don’t fucking agree to do it!” 

“I don’t agree, but not because of that. It was because of how bad I want those photos. I’m still soft.” 

So fucking soft for him, and I’m so shameless about it. I mean I literally call him baby, I kiss his cheeks and neck all the time. I know people notice it, Robbe’s friends, our families, my best friend Noor. She actually didn’t believe me that we weren’t together until she met Robbe. I was even dumped by my ex because of my love for Robbe.   

“You need help, man. And I think I have the best idea.” Noor smiles maliciously.  

“What idea?” I frown, I don’t like how this sounds. 

“Have you told him Lucas is coming back this weekend?” She says. 

“No, why would I? He doesn’t like him.” I say, trying to not assume the worst. 

“Of course he doesn’t, Luc steal your attention from him.” Noor laughs like it was apparent. 

And I wish it was true, but Lucas definitely didn’t steal my attention from Robbe. Lucas knows it, even Robbe knows it. 

“Nobody steals my attention from him, Noor. I thought that was the problem.” I say.

“Okay, but you give Lucas more than you gave to the rest of us even if it less than to Robbe,” Noor admits my biggest shame. Robbe holds all the power over me. “He knows it, and that’s why he doesn’t like your Lucas.” 

“He is not my Lucas anymore, Noor.” 

And He is not with me because Lucas is not fucking blind like Robbe is. Robbe didn’t like him from the start, he told me Luc seems too much like a snake. On the other hand, Lucas did like Robbe; he told me he totally gets why I was in love with my best friend. We were together for two months before they met, and tried to stay together for one month more after they met. It didn't work.

“Nah, details.” She waves off my words.

“I’m not gonna use my ex to make Robbe jealous. I think we already have enough with him and his best friend,” I say. 

Lucas doesn’t deserve that, and neither does Robbe. If he wants to be oblivious for the rest of his life is his call and not mine. 

“I’m not saying you should kiss your ex-boyfriend. Just let Robbe know he is here,” Noor explains, but I can see her intentions.

If you want to know what happened in the end, he dumped me. Lucas wasn’t mad at me, but he said that it was challenging to be with someone that already had all of his ‘needs’ covered by someone else and that if he could only give me sex, it was better to end things. And as a shame as I got back then it was the truth. I like him, I care for him, and I’m sure that if I didn’t have Robbe, I would fall in love with him. But in the real-life, I am madly in love with my best friend, and Luc was nothing more than a friend with benefits. Well, he kinda still is. Yet now that things were clear between us, it is so much more healthy.  

**

Friday night came quickly, and thank goodness because I can’t stand not seeing my baby boy anymore. A knock in the door surprise me Robbe has his own key. When I open the door a pair of blue eyes stare at me, Lucas has a cocky smile on his lips like he knows something I don’t. 

“Hi sexy,” Lucas says, and before I can greet him back, he is kissing me. 

It’s not that we don’t kiss. We fool around a lot when he came to visit, but not like this, it only happens when we are in the mood. What it's usually late at night after a few drinks. When Lucas finally pull off, I see it. Behind him is Robbe lying in the wall, arms crossed, and an annoyed look on his eyes. He is mad as hell, and I suddenly understand the love show, but why…? Oh, wait! Noor. She told him, and of course, Lucas is in. He had always like to annoy Robbe.    

“Are you going to come in?” I ask Robbe when he doesn’t move. 

“I don’t know, is he going to stay?” He says grumpily. 

I know I shouldn’t because Robbe is trying to look mad, but he looks so adorable. I want to eat him, kiss by kiss. 

“No, Luc just came to drop some stuff I asked him from Amsterdam,” I say more for Lucas than for Robbe. 

Robbe doesn’t answer, he enters without hugging me even if we hadn’t seen each other for a whole week. We sit on the floor where I have some pillows and blankets as a couch. I don’t need to tell you that Robbe sat in my lap and ignored Luc for the ten minutes that we probably spend talking, right? Once Lucas left, we decide to go for some cheeseburgers to our favorite bar. 

Usually, we eat in the same spot on the sofas next to the window. Yet tonight something is different we are in our place, but Robbe isn’t sitting in front of me like always, he doesn’t even sits next to me. He is literally as glue to my body as a public place will allow it. Robbe is turned to the side so he can look at me. He also has his leg on top of mine under the table, and he is stealing my chips. I can think that it is because of our time apart and that he has missed me yet… something feels too much for one week of not seen each other. 

“I want you to give me a hickey,” Robbe says out of nowhere, and of course, he does it while I’m drinking. 

“What?” I manage to say after I have choked with my soda. 

“Yeah, couples do it,” Robbe says, caressing my back like it would help me to stop the cough. 

This is a big red flag. This needs to stop now! Robbe has to be joking. I mean… really? No, he doesn’t want that. He is joking, he is joking, he is joking. 

“Not all couples, baby,” I say because if I question him and this is not a joke, he will be mad at me again, but we all know it is a joke. 

Robbe looks at me like I’m dumb, and at this point, I think I am. Fuck, did I tell you how close this position makes us be? Too close. 

“Okay, but if you do, I can make Jens jealous even when you are not there,” Robbe explains. 

He wasn’t joking. I feel my body panic, I told him no one time yesterday. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do it one more time, even less now that we are face to face. Tonight he can pull off his pup’s eyes and enchant me with his soft honey baby voice. This fight is lost before it has started, and for the smile, on his lips, Robbe knows it. 

“No way, if you want to make him jealous…” I need to think fast, “I don’t know, talk to him about how great I am.” 

That sounded like I’m so full of myself, but Robbe only rolls his eyes at me. 

“I do that all the time it won’t work.” 

“Baby, I can’t; how do you want me to do it? Are you going to lie down while a pretend to be Edward Cullen?” I joke, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Sander, pleaseeeeee.” There he is… using all his power over me. 

“I cant! A hickey is not something that you planned. It occurred,” I say honestly.

“What do you mean?” Robbe asks, doubting for the first time. 

This is my opportunity. Robbe had never had a formal boyfriend. He had made out and date a few boys over the years since he came out, but nothing more happened. And thank god because I hated every single one of them, but that’s not the point. The point is that Robbe is not a kid, but he isn’t the most experience boy either. So if I can convince him that hickeys are not something you can do only by asking, maybe I can escape this without actually saying not to him.  

“What I’m trying to say is that couples got to that point when the things got sexual between them.” 

I explain, but Robbe still look at me like that wasn’t enough. Holy shit! This is not working… maybe if I am more explicit? 

“For example, you are making out for hours, and then you kiss other parts of them because you both are horny. Or you are already having sex with them, and you kiss and bite whatever place of skin you find.” 

I see how Robbe thinks about it for a moment. I don’t know if it was enough, but it was kind of the truth. He eats his chips in silence, still thinking. This is not working, it’s taking him too much time. What on earth could he be thinking? 

“I can’t just give you one baby,” I add. 

Finally, Robbe looks at me and Oh Boy! That’s it. I have lost the battle. I have no idea what if he about to say, but he has that look in his eyes. The one I told you he did when he asked me how does it feel to be kissed? Yeah, that look. I know I am going to say yes. 

“But, I want one.. from you.” Robbe whispers. 

And I open my mouth to say no. I swear to god I did, but my brain should be damage because I find myself agreeing to this nonsense. 

“Holy shit! Okay, wait until we get home and we’ll see how it works.” I say, already regretting all of my life choices.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you. You are so good with me.” He says happily. 

Robbe takes my face between his hands and kisses me all over it. And yes, of course, I’m smiling and melting on him like a stupid.   

“Sometimes, I think I spoiled you too much.” 

Sometimes I say! Hahaha, I laugh at my own joke. 

“Never! You are perfect. Do you want one too?” Robbe says, still holding my face. 

“What?” 

“Yes, I can give you one if you want to make someone jealous.” He jokes playfully. 

“Thank you, baby, but I won’t need it.” I decide to be honest. 

Maybe I can stop myself from giving him everything he asks, but at least I can stop him from giving it to me. 

“You know it been a while since the last time I saw you with someone.” Robbe realizes for the first time in two years, and I don’t know if it is good or not. 

“Yeah, Brittany left me with no desire for dating.” I lie a little because it’s not the complete story “Also, I thought you were with me.” I joke, trying to change the conversation. 

The real reason was that I am a relationship person. I don’t enjoy randoms hookups and dates with strangers. So after Brittany, I only date a few times with some friends, and well, there was also Luc. But I never had something serious again. I kinda missed having a boyfriend or a girlfriend. I miss being loved and loved someone un return.

“Don’t name her, you are going to make me puke my food.” He sticks his tongue out in a grimace. 

“It wasn’t that bad. And She had a nice red hair”  

Maybe she wasn’t the best, but I can’t blame her. 

“She controlled you all the time… and She once told me you will be better without me,” Robbe says and keeps eating. 

“She did what?” I ask, shock by the news. 

“I remember it was so funny. Brittany came one day and told me, ‘Sander spend too much on you. He will be better without you, Robbe’ what a bitch.” Robbe answer laughing. 

I want to laugh too, but I can’t because I don’t understand why Robbe has never told me about it. And all the possibilities of things that he has never told me before. I take his jaw, making him lock eyes with me. 

“Why you never told me this?” I ask seriously. 

“Oh, because you guys broke a week after that. And I didn’t believe her. I know I’m the best part of your life because you are the best of mine.” He explains to me. 

Robbe smile and boop my nose, I’m frozen. I literally have no idea what to say. The only thing I can do is look at him in silence. 

“Aww, you guys are so cute together.” the waitress tells us when she brings the bill. 

“Thank you,” Robbe says without correcting her, and that just left me even more confused.  

I still numb to the time we get back home. To be honest, I don’t know how we get here. I think… I think Robbe paid because it was his turn, and then he took my hand, and we walked here holding hands. I’m not sure, we had never done that. Maybe I just imagining it.    

We are lying on the bed, and Robbe is looking for a movie, and obviously, he choose for the one hundred times, Romeo and Juliet. I should take a shower, clear my mind. This is also the first free night of Robbe after his exam, and I saw him yawning the whole dinner, so probably if I take a long shower when I come back, he is already sleeping.  

“Okay, how do you want me?” Robbe says, and it’s the first thing that penetrates my thoughts in the last half hour. 

I know exactly what he means, and I have no escape or a clue of how to do this. 

“Oh my god, don’t say it like that, Robbe,” I beg, almost crying. 

“You are so grumpy with me today.” He says next to me. “I think I had pushed you too much. Lets just cuddle and watch the movie.” 

Robbe pulls me into his arms and lets my head lie in his chest. I love when he does that, it makes me feel so safe and love. I forget about the world when we sleep like this. Robbe doesn’t speak for the rest of the night, he only kisses my forehead while I play with his necklace. We watch the movie like this until we fall asleep. And fuck me if I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with him. 

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Kisses to all of you please tell me what you think and stay safe!  🥰  

#the things i do for you fic #sobbe fanfic #friends to lovers #fake dating au #🌈💖🌈💖 #srta pepa's fanfics

[jawnjendes]

tell me that i’m not crazy | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

masterlist | series playlist

It's a psychological fact that you have multiple versions of yourself that you present at different times. You are not the same person in everyone's eyes.

Being self-aware and moderately narcissistic, I detected a few of those selves. Girlfriend Me: Still reserved, but letting loose. Affectionate and supportive. Less bitchy than normal. Adored by Shawn Mendes for some reason. Extended Family Me: Quiet and moody. She wants to be anywhere but here. Constantly pestered to bring someone home. Customer Service Me: Professional, but shy. Blunt and efficient. Always smiling even though she wants to die. Finally, Crazy Me: Nervous and insecure. Bursting at the seams. Wanting to talk but fears being ridiculed and rejected.

You could understand why I didn't want to tell Shawn about Luca being my coworker. He didn't ask if I still saw Luca at all, because I had told him I cut the bastard off… on a personal level. Professionally, I saw Luca 3 times a week. We work at the same car dealership. That's how we met.

It was less stressful having to see Luca at work now that I wasn't hung up on him. As long as he called me a bitch and ridiculed me constantly, I was okay. As long as I had Shawn to be kind to me, everything was fine.

It was easy for me to sit behind a desk at the window of a tiny office. I worked with three other people in this office: Stacy, the business manager who never stayed past 2 o'clock. Then there was Jason, the salesman who was always stoned. Finally, there was Luca, the other salesman who got up in everyone's business. He and Jason were very good friends outside of work, and they sat at their respective desks at the back of the office when they weren't out in the showroom entertaining customers. I was stationed at the front, being the receptionist. It was easy keeping my back to everyone else.

Being at a car dealership, I had quite a few boring responsibilities. They were all easy, and done quickly. so the only thing I had to worry about was answering the phone every so often. Most of the time, I was catching up on coursework and pretending not to listen to Jason and Luca banter.

“Imagine having a car in the twentieth century,” Jason sarcastically droned on.

“Couldn't be me,��� Luca finished.

Yes, 90% of their conversations went like that. You could say my sense of humor warped a little because of them. I mean, I still find offensive jokes to be far from funny, and that was the other ten percent. I lose my one brain cell just by sitting in this office.

The phone rang just after Jason and Luca started talking about women in a vulgar manner. I quickly got annoyed by the amount of testosterone increasing in the room, so I was glad to have a distraction. I picked up the receiver and said the usual professional greeting in the cheeriest tone I could muster.

“So that's your happy voice, eh?”

Just like that, I unclenched and dropped the fake tone. “Hey, you.”

“No, no,” Shawn said, “go back to the other voice. I'm a loyal, paying customer here!”

I giggled. “Maybe later. What's up?”

“Wanted to see if you're hungry. I can pick you up on your lunch break.”

“Yes, please. I need to get out of here for a bit. I'll be ready in about an hour.”

“Perfect, I'll see you then.”

We hung up, and my cheeks were burning. I didn't realize I was beaming until I turned in my seat.

Luca and Jason had walked up next to me, clearly interested in what I had been doing. Luca had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Who was that?” he asked in the most ten-year-old sounding voice.

“Don't worry about it,” I snapped.

“Someone's got a boyfriend!”

“But bro,” Jason piped up, “she doesn't like anybody.”

I chuckled. “True. But my guy likes me, so…”

“Who is he?” Luca asked, sitting in the chair next to me. “Since when did you get a mans?”

I gave him a pointed look. “Why do you care?”

“You're just not the relationship type, y’know?” Jason answered.

“D’you loooove him?” Luca teased.

I scoffed. “Oh, now you wanna talk about my feelings? You never did before!”

Luca’s grin faltered. His face flushed.

“What does that mean?” Jason asked.

“Nothing. She's kidding.”

Oh yeah. No one ever knew about mine and Luca's office fling. It took me a while to realize it was because he was embarrassed of me. I know, what the hell was I thinking, getting involved with someone like that?

~

A typical Friday night for me consisted of skincare and watching whatever TV show I was intensely fixated on. Whether or not Shawn joined me, it was my personal recharging time. My life has gotten so mundanely stressful that I looked forward to sitting on my dorm room couch alone.

Tonight was different. Shawn was going to sing at a bar downtown, and I promised him I would go. I managed to string along my roommate, Stella, so I wouldn't be sitting at a table by myself. She was the one who brought me to Shawn's show long before he and I started dating. Stella now takes full responsibility for getting my introverted ass into a relationship.

Shawn had to get to the bar early to set up, so I showed up with Stella on my arm. We grabbed a table near the back window, away from where the band was setting up. As soon as we were sitting down, I texted Shawn to let him know I had arrived.

“So he's gotten you outta the dorm,” Stella commented, “yet you still manage to place yourself in the corner of the room.”

I shrugged. “As long as he knows I'm here.”

Stella hummed and then flagged down a waiter. She ordered a cocktail, and I stuck with water.

“Are you ever gonna let loose again?” she asked me once the waiter had gone.

“As long as I'm on antidepressants, I'm always loose,” I told her. I was very cautious about mixing alcohol with whatever pills I was putting into my body. I hadn't had a drink in months.

“Does your mans know you take antidepressants?”

“He will.” Maybe. Probably… not.

Shawn performed a few minutes later. He was insanely good at working the crowd. Then again, there were some enthusiastic fangirls standing directly in front of the stage that got everyone else into it. Can't say I blame ‘em.

I was what you call a “metal head” and also a “nerd.” I was also a “supportive goth gf,” meaning I always listened to Shawn's music when he wasn't around. I told him I lived for the slow, sad songs, especially Mercy. Secretly, I fully bopped to all of his fun, upbeat songs. Even more secretly, it brought me immense joy to see Shawn sing his heart out on stage. I was his biggest fan, though I would never tell him that. It would just go straight to his ego.

The song I loved hearing the most was Mercy. It was the first of Shawn's songs I had ever heard. It resonated with me deeply a few months ago, just after I had left Luca. I got very choked up hearing Shawn sing it in that little coffee shop. Later, when Stella introduced me, he said he had seen my face in the crowd. He knew it hit home.

We are very happy now, I swear.

I can say with confidence that the past is behind me. Now, Mercy is my favorite song because of Shawn, not the guy that came before him. I never realized how unhappy I was until I wasn't anymore. Therapy, medication, and new people made their contributions.

~

“You look so happy when you're up there,” I told Shawn once we were back at his place.

He had been beaming since we left the bar. A couple of drinks may have had something to do with that. “I am happy. I get so giddy every time I get to sing. I wish I could do it all the time.”

We sat on the couch, basking in the silence. Shawn slung his arm around me, euphoria still radiating off his whole body. I looked up at him, and I couldn't help but hug him around his middle. I felt a bit mushy.

“Proud'a you,” I told him.

Once I was in that position, Shawn took full advantage and lied us back across the couch. I was somewhat awkwardly on top of him, so I shifted my legs so I was practically straddling him. Then, I lied my head on his chest.

“Did you have fun? I saw you all the way in the back,” Shawn said.

“Yeah, I had fun. I love that you kept Mercy in the set.”

“I know it’s your favorite.”

There were things I wanted to know about that particular song when I first heard it. Of course, I didn’t want to seem nosy or interested when I first met Shawn. But now we were out in the open, and it was getting easier to do things like talk normally.

“Who hurt you so bad you had to write a song?” I asked as I sat up, still on top of him.

Shawn was smiling up at me, very aware of the position we were in. However, he still answered my question. “Actually… Mercy was about a friend of mine. He went through that.”

That was brand new information. No, seriously. I actually had to get off of Shawn’s lap to process this. “You write other people’s stories?”

He sat up and made space for me to sit next to him again. “Sometimes. This one in particular was about my friend having a complicated relationship with a girl he works with.”

I chuckled. “I know that feeling all too well.” Then, as a joke, “That guy wouldn’t happen to work at a car dealership, would he?”

“He does, actually.”

My entire body shifted away from Shawn. Okay, this was getting weird. I work at a car dealership. I had a complicated relationship with a coworker. Not to mention, Shawn was quite popular and knew people all over the area, and he was a regular at my dealership. My favorite song was slipping through my fingers.

Shawn didn’t seem too concerned. “It’s probably a coincidence, babe.”

“What’s his name, then?” I had told him quite a bit about my past relationship, apart from the guy’s name. I had so many questions.

“Luca…”

I stared at my boyfriend in utter shock, while he had a look of disbelief on his face.

“No. No way. I wrote Mercy over a year ago. Plus, he was high when he was telling me about-”

“He’s always high!” I snapped. “The only time he isn’t is when his pen runs out of whatever-the-fuck!”

I couldn’t believe it. My current boyfriend knows my ex… flame. My ex flame talked about me to my current boyfriend, before he was my boyfriend. The song that came out of it was my favorite song. If that wasn’t the most fucked up fanfic scenario ever-

Oh god. What if they had seen each other when Shawn picked me up from the dealership? What would have happened? What kind of shit would Luca had given me? What would Shawn have said to him?

“When exactly did this happen?” I asked, mildly frantic. “How long have you known him? How long have you known about me?”

“I didn’t know it was you,” Shawn said. “He always called you ‘the girl from work,’ and some other things that upset me now that you’re my girlfriend. I met Luca in one of my classes last year. Sometimes we smoked together, but I never considered him an actual friend.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “If I had known you then, and if I knew what was really going on, I wouldn’t have…”

Here I thought Luca was far too embarrassed of me to even act like I exist. I had been under the impression that he never thought of me when we weren’t in the backseat of my car. I thought all of his friends were just as bad as he was… but he knows Shawn well enough to confide in him? Or rather, Luca told Shawn I gave him such a hard time that he had to beg for mercy?

“I know you spent a lot of time being pissed at him,” Shawn told me after a while, “but he really did have feelings for you.”

I let the words sink in for a minute. “That… That is the fattest fucking load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.”

“Well, I never thought of Luca as that type of guy. He’s pretty reserved, but-”

“Still a grade A asshole. He was way different when it was me and him. Sometimes he was nice to me. Most times, he acted like I didn’t exist, and if he did, he called me a bitch or a whore or he made some rude comment about anything I was doing. He thought I was insane for trying to call him my boyfriend, but he would beg to get into my pants every few weeks. I was too emotional, too cringey, too goth, not sexy enough. I was never enough for him, so don’t tell me he ever had feelings because that’s not what I saw.”

Shawn had a sad look in his eyes. He nodded lightly.

“And worst of all, he ruined my favorite song by my favorite person.”

“I’ll write you a new one. A better one. You’ll never have to hear Mercy again.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #i might make this a multi chapter fic #but making a new oc is A Lot for me rn #but i have more ideas for this au thing

[supersoldierslover]

The Accidental Mrs. Rogers Part 6

Summary:  (Modern Au) To celebrate your birthday, you and your friends go to Vegas. After a very drunk night, you discover that your life changed forever.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 1925

Warnings:  Flashbacks in italic and a huge cliffhanger 

Again, i don’t know how i would do this without you @unbetaedimagines

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You take a sip of your cappuccino, as Wanda laughs about something that Natasha just said. It’s Thursday morning, and surprisingly, you and your friends had the morning off. So instead of staying at home alone, you three decided to go to brunch and spend some time together.

“Come on, I just saying, Bruce is a great boss and I love to work in his lab... but he is so hot when he gets angry. I swear, I want to  have a forbidden romance with him, you know the kind where you tear each other clothes off and have wild sex on the counter.”

You roll your eyes; you know her well enough to know that her tiny crush on her boss is just a way for her to deal with her feelings about Sam.

“Don’t you think he is hot?” She asks you, showing  a picture of  him on her phone. You shrug; he seems nice, but you wouldn’t describe him as hot or sexy. He actually reminds you of your father. “He is ok, but he doesn’t scream sex to me.”

She pretends to offend, before sticking out her tongue. “You know, not everybody can be married to an amazing, caring, perfect Greek God. It is really tough out there.” You can’t help but smile at Natasha’s comment; sure, Steve was all of these things, but he was so much more.

Since your first official date a few days ago, you were completed infatuated by him. Sure, you two were taking things slow, but every touch, no matter how small it was, was electrifying. “Oh, I know that smile… you are hiding something. Tell us everything.” Wanda says.

You shrug; you didn’t tell them anything about your date with Steve. You wanted to keep that precious moment private between you two, however, right now, you want to share every detail with them, doesn’t no matter how small it is.

So you  tell them every single detail about your date, about the kiss you two shared at your front door, and all the other kisses that happened in the meantime. Like the one in the kitchen this morning, and the make out that happened last night.

“I can’t believe that you two spend a whole month married and you just kissed just a few days ago.” Natasha says, surprised, but before you can answer her, Wanda asks “Me either… but why?”

“I really don’t know. It never felt like it was the right moment before, and that night it was and it was really good.” You say, not really knowing how to explain it, how strange things were between the two of you.

“But you guys didn’t have sex yet? Right?”  Nat asks, making you choke on your pancakes.  You don’t know why you are surprised; it’s such a Natasha question to ask. “No, I want to, but I just couldn’t jump in to his bed… you know me.” You say embarrassed, wishing you ordered a mimosa instead of a cappuccino

“And we know Steve, he will want everything to be perfect; roses, candles, and a romantic dinner... But tells us about the kiss, or should I say kisses” Wanda says excitedly.

“It was good, it was really good.” You say smiling, just thinking about the makes your face feel warm. “Come on, give us more details.” Natasha says, making you roll your eyes. You sigh; you don’t know how to explain what you were feeling.

“Ok, remember that really silly movie that we watched a couple months ago on Netflix? The one with the best friend and the brother and the girl has her first kiss the kissing booth with the brother? The Kissing Booth?"

They nod before you continue. “Well, it was like that… I felt like the world was spinning. There was a cheesy song in the background and I felt really happy.” You say, smiling. You left out the part where you had to use all your strength to pull away from the kiss and go back to your room.

“You two are so sweet. Honestly, I have cavities.”  She says smirking, making you sigh. Only if she knew all that had happened in this last month. “Honestly? Not really. I thought that we were over after I got home drunk a few days ago.”

“That day you went out with us?” Wanda asks, sounding worried and when you nod, she continues. “Why, what happened?”

After Vegas, you swore that you would never get drunk again in your life. Still, it seems that every time you got drunk, something major in your life happened.

The first time you got drunk was at a high school party. You don’t remember a lot about that night, besides the cheap taste of the beer.That night, you got to second base with Peter, your high school crush.

You met Steve while out drunk at a party, the only fight you ever had with Natasha. You two were wasted, and it was the only time you ever had a one-night stand.

The whole month that you spent married to Steve, you didn’t have a sip of alcohol, keeping your promise, but when Natasha and Wanda wanted to have a girl’s night, You knew that you would come back home drunk; it was just the way that night’s outs were.

You also knew that you should have accepted Natasha offer to spend the night at her place, but you wanted to go back to your apartment.

When you open the door, you are surprised to find Steve on the couch, reading a book. You don’t know what surprised you the most; the fact that he was shirtless with grey sweatpants, looking insanely gorgeous, or the book that he was reading.

You could recognize that orange cover anywhere, not because this was one of your favorite books, but because what the book was about.  After your marriage to Steve, Natasha bought you a book as a joke about a girl who drunkenly marries a hot stranger in Vegas.

She told you that you should be inspired by the story and as fun and sexy as the book was, you couldn’t stop thinking about how different your story with Steve is.  You two weren’t a young couple exploring your sexuality, but more two people trying to survive with one another.

“What are you doing Steviee?” You ask, sitting on the sofa, putting your feet’s in his lap. He laughs, taking off your high heels and putting them on the floor. “I was bored, and I couldn’t sleep so…” He says, closing the book 'and putting it on the coffee table.

“We could go dancing; dancing would be a lot of fun.” You say, getting closer to him, your hands on his shoulders and your chest close to his. You want to feel him close to you, you want to feel his hands on your body and taste of his lips.

What scares you the most is that you don’t know where this is coming from. Sure, you were an affectionate drunk, but this is ridiculous “That would be a lot of fun, but I have to work tomorrow morning.” He says sweetly.

You groan. Annoyed, you throw yourself on his lap; you hate how needy you feel right now. Why doesn’t he want to spend time with you? You are his wife, he should want to spend time with you.

You want to cry; you how emotional you get when you’re drunk. “Hey, don’t cry, I have to meet a client tomorrow morning, but we can go out for breakfast if you want.” He says, tracing his thumb along your face.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You ask, not really talking about right now, but about this whole month. “I’m not… it’s just….  it’s late and we should go to bed…” He says, trying to move to the couch, proving your point.

“Yes, you are and this is hurting me… You work a lot, you are never here and when you are here, you either push me away or keep me close … and it’s confusing as fuck.” You say, getting out of his lap, letting him go to his room.

If he wants to be far away from you, you’re not going to stop him. Unfortunately, you get up way to fast, tripping on the coffee table. You brace yourself for  impact but instead, you feel Steve’s hands on your hips, keeping you close.

“Be careful, darling.” He says, sounding worried, you roll your eyes, still not letting go of him. “Like you care.” You say bitterly; you immediately regret when you see the expression on his face. There is so much pain there.

“You know that I care, you know that I care a lot.” He says, and you hide your face in his chest, avoiding his gaze. You start to feel sleepy, so you put your arms around his neck, making you feel more comfortable.

You look at him, feeling your knees getting weak with his blues eyes staring at you. You feel confused, really confused. You are hurt, but you don’t care, you just want to be  close to him.

You try to close the distance between the two of you, but he stops you, taking his hands off of your waist. “Sorry, I can’t do this.” He says. leaving you alone in the living room.

“That was awkward, but at least everything worked out in the end.” Wanda says with hope in her voice,  and you nod. You were happy that he didn’t kiss you that day. You were way to drunk and confused to truly enjoy the kiss.

“Things are going great, but I don’t know it’s the begging and things still can go wrong… I haven’t even told my family yet.” You reply. You are really afraid what your family is going to think.

Your mom has met Steve a couple of times, and she really liked him, but you are pretty sure that she is not going to be happy that she missed your wedding, and in your father’s eyes, nobody was never going to be good enough for you.

“How are you planning on telling them?” Nat asks. You shrug; you do want to take a road trip back to your parent’s house to tell them about the two of you, but you haven’t talked to Steve yet. And knowing your friends, you are pretty sure that they will manage to talk to Steve before you do.

“Make a good plan, or they will kill you.” Natasha says, finishing her cappuccino. For the rest of the morning, you three keep talking about work, life, and relationships.

You notice that Wanda didn’t say anything about the guy that she was seeing, and Natasha kept talking about Sam, even though she keeps saying she is over him.

After hours and hours of conversation, you ahead back home with a piece of cake for Steve. Wanda even teased that you were breaking his fitness regime, and if she knew Steve like you did, she would know that he loves chocolate cake.

“Honey, I’m home!” You shout, opening the door. Steve was supposed to be at work, but as you hear laughter coming from the kitchen, and you imagine that he decided to skip and take a day off. Going to the kitchen, you find Steve wearing an apron and laughing at something that a blonde woman is saying.

“Here you are sweetheart; I want you to meet my mom.”

Part 7

I really had fun writing this part, because i love to write the friendship between this three. Fun fact the flashback was meant to be in another part but got cut but it was perfect for this part so i decided to add again... We are going to meet Steve mom i hope you guys are excited... Please leave feedback, i love to hear what you guys are thinking and keeps me motivated.

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Fortunate Clumsy Mistakes Part 3

Time passes and you find Jinyoung where you least expect him. Will you be able to put the past behind you and take a chance on him?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Finale

Word Count: 2,979

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You double checked the room number on the piece of paper held tightly in your hands and the number on the door, making sure that this was actually your class and you weren’t lost before trying to calm your heart rate and opened the door.

It had been some time since you graduated from high school and you applied to college right away, applying for scholarships and grants and thankfully you got into your first choice college, the nerves settling in as this was officially your first day of college.

You were officially a freshman again and the unfamiliarity was making your nerves go crazy. You didn’t know what to expect. People had always complained how brutal college and the workload anticipation made it all you could think about, but you were determined to get good grades and not procrastinate like you did all of all high school. 

It was a slightly smaller classroom than you were expecting and all eyes were on you as soon as you opened the door. Some expressions were smiles, others were stoic faced, others were filled with judgement. You subtly eyed your boots, jeans and cozy cardigan as you stood in front of the door.

You were sure you had an awkward cross between a smile and cringe on your face and you hurried to find an empty seat in the far left of the classroom, right next to a window. You were about ten minutes early so the professor wasn’t even here yet and you took a calming breath as you bent down to take out your laptop from your heavy backpack.

You heard the door open when you were setting your phone on the desk right next to your laptop. Your head swung to see who it was without you realizing it and you had to stop yourself from crying.

Standing right in front of you was the one and only Park Jinyoung.

You could already see how the girl’s in the room were busy fixing their postures and tucking their hair behind their ears, giving him their full attention and your mouth formed an annoyed sneer. 

His dark eyes were scanning the room, a small smile on his full lips, the same smile he had in high school, looking handsome casual in jeans and a plain shirt. When his eyes shifted to you, you hurried and shifted your body to the window, pretending to look at the leaves falling off the trees outside while cursing yourself for hiding like a coward.

You weren’t even sure why you were hiding.

You hadn’t done anything wrong.

If anyone, he was the one who should be hiding.

“Do you remember the love letter that was in your locker months ago? I wrote it, I meant every word, and I still do...” 

His broken voice entered your head and you slid back in your seat, burying your head in your arms, taking deep subtle breaths. Maybe you just felt awkward? Yeah, that had to be it.

You paid attention to his familiar footsteps and heard the chair a few seats away from you being pulled out and you grimaced to yourself before slowly regaining your composure and grabbed your phone to text Suzy.

From: You To: Suzyy♥♥ Girl guess who’s in my class help me plss

From: Suzyy♥♥ To: You Who??

From: You To: Suzyy♥♥ Jinyoung! I’m so awkward already and class hasn’t even started omg I’m gonna die what do i dooo

From: Suzyy♥♥ To: You LMAO I’M DEAD GOOD LUCK tell me if anything happens

From: You To: Suzyy♥♥ I hate you

You set your phone down in despair, she was no help. You didn’t really expect anything out of telling her but she was the only one beside you and him who knew the entire story between the two of you.

You risked a glance in his direction and found that he was busy getting his supplies out of his backpack that was resting on the floor by the legs of his desk. You glanced around the classroom and noticed that more students had came in when you were having your little episode.

It didn’t seem like he had noticed you and you calmed down for a bit when the professor finally came in and greeted the class with a smile and the energy he gained from the coffee in his hand.

He went to his little podium in the front of the classroom and set down his suitcase and coffee down as you took some calming breaths.

You could do this. 

You’d be fine.

“Okay, I’ll start class off by calling roll call so I can put names with faces, just say ‘here’ when I call your name, okay?” He said with a friendly smile and your heart raced once again.

You had totally forgotten about roll call.

There was no way you were going to be able to hide now.

Why were you so nervous?

Names were called and you were waiting for your name to be called with anxiety.

Was it really just awkwardness making you this uncomfortable or was it something else?

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

You lifted up your right hand slightly and said, “Here.”

You saw heads turn to you as they looked at you, including Jinyoung. His face showed no expression. No surprise, no happiness, no hatred.

Nothing.

It puzzled you.

What did that look, or lack of, mean?

Were you the only one having trouble with having to see him again?

The rest of the class passed on without a hitch, his attention never turned to you other than when the teacher called your name for you to answer a question.

It’s been like that for the first day, a few weeks ago.

At first you were relieved, having freaked out for nothing, but then you realized that you wanted him to talk to you.

Which was crazy.

“I’d appreciate it if you left me alone.”

Your own words rang in your head and you scowled to nothing in particular, sitting on a bench gazing at the bare trees in the cold weather, a hot coffee gripped in your hands, an early Sunday morning, not wanting to be inside today for some reason.

Yes, you had said that to him but that was when the information was new and it shocked you, you just knew that you needed him to get away from you at that point in time.

You thought back to the letter that he had anonymously written to you.

Was it flattering?

Yes.

Was it a little creepy?

Yes.

What had really freaked you out when you had first received it was it felt like you had a stalker. All of your family and friends knew that if they wanted to scare you, to mention stalkers. You didn’t know why, but the idea of someone constantly watching you without your knowing or not knowing how to stop it made your skin feel like it had bugs crawling all over it, you got a little paranoid, so when that letter came... you felt like you were going to throw up and you shredded the paper up without second thought of just wanting it away from you.

You hadn’t thought that it was just a simple love letter and you had no idea that you had ripped it up in front of the person that wrote it for you, so you could say that guilt was slowly settling in.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of what it would be like to date him. He was beyond attractive it almost wasn’t fair to the other guys, he was smart, funny in a dorky kind of way...

Then you thought about him purposely throwing your final essay away, his mean comments, his evil smirks when the teachers yelled at you for always starting the trouble, making you transfer schools.

“I don’t hate you. I tried so hard to, I just couldn’t, I like you too much to have that kind of feeling towards you...”

His words entered your head and you cringed.

This was so confusing.

If he didn’t hate you, then why did he treat you like shit?

Was he trying to take revenge?

No. That was too childish, even for him...

Maybe he finally did hate you?

Taking a sip of your cooling coffee you wondered if maybe you were too harsh, that maybe you should go and talk about everything and get everything settled once and for all.

Your chance had finally come when the teacher assigned groups to present a project in front of the class, and you were in a group with Jinyoung, and this overly affectionate couple, you didn’t know why the teacher didn’t separate them but you weren’t complaining because now you could talk to him without it being awkward for you.

It was kind of funny how it seemed the roles had switched. Now you were the one who was always stealing glances at him while he was completely unaware, or so you thought.

So does he like me or not? you found yourself wondering.

No, a few months ago he definitely said like in the present tense.

Then again, that was a few months ago, feelings can come and go in a few months...

Wait, why did you even care?

It wasn’t like that had anything to do with sorting everything out... didn’t matter that he was getting cuter to you every day that passed. Nope. 

It also didn’t matter that all the girls in the class kept looking at him like he was their next meal. He was too good for them, anyways, you thought to yourself.

You weren’t jealous, nope.

It also didn’t matter that when he was talking about how to divide work, all you could think about was how you missed him while the two of you were in high school.

You didn’t like him. Nope.

“Y/N?” Jinyoung snapped his fingers inches from your face and you jumped back and you smiled a little when they laughed at you, his dark eyes studying you.

You tried to laugh it off. “Sorry, I couldn’t sleep last night, so I’m kind of out of it today...” You glanced at Jinyoung and saw his expression soften a bit as he kept looking at you.

“I said we should gather at the library Friday after our classes are done so we can work on the project outside of class.” He explained to you and you nodded eagerly.

The couple were too busy paying attention to each other to notice and you secretly wished that they wouldn’t show up, and that it would be just you two.

You didn’t really expect your wish to come true, they usually never do.

But when you saw their message in the group message that they couldn’t make it, having made up a horrible excuse you held in your smile as Jinyoung sighed.

Luck must’ve been on your side when one of the people working in the library exclaimed that the heater was broken and unless you wanted to freeze to death, you should leave.

“So... do you just want to reschedule for another day?” You asked him, your voice softer than you wanted and he looked in your direction from beside you. “I mean, they’re not coming and our study place just closed...”

You saw him scratch the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, as most guys do, and you looked on curiously. “Unless you want to come to my house and work on it there? It’s really close from here, like a five minute walk, unless you don’t want to?” His eyes were wide and his nose was turning red from the wind and you had to stop yourself from telling him how cute he looked right now.

Your heart raced at the thought of being alone with him, in his house, a place where you’d be able to not get frostbite and be able to hopefully clear things up without onlookers.

“Sure, lead the way.”

The walk there was a fast paced one, both wanting to get into a warm place as fast as possible without losing a toe first. Breaths created little clouds in the air and there was some small talk to make the time go by faster.

It was surprisingly pleasant and you both were laughing at a corny joke when he opened his door to his house and led you to his dining room.

He was serious when it came to work but so were you so you got what you both wanted to finish done and over with in a little over an hour.

There was really no reason for you to stay after you had finished, but you still hadn’t built up the courage to start the whole conversation, but he saved you when he quickly asked you if you wanted a cup of hot cocoa before you left and you just as quickly agreed.

He took you for a tour of house and you grew slightly nervous when he said he was going to show you his room. You ascended the staircase carefully, not wanting to spill your drink accidentally, believing yourself to do it since you were a klutz, but not as big of one as he was causing a smile to come onto your face.

“This was the reason I wanted to show you my room, I’m not a weirdo I promise,” his laugh seemed a little strained but your attention was already on the large window taking up most of one of his walls, overlooking the view of the bare trees, leaves flowing in the merciless wind outside.

“Wow,” you breathed to yourself, carefully setting the cup down on his desk right beside it as you took in the view. I guess he does pay at least some attention to me, you thought to yourself. “I’m sorry,” You spoke up, not feeling as nervous as you expected.

His response came a little late and sounded a little uncertain. “What?”

You turned around and faced him slowly, his eyes were wide and his mouth was parted in surprise. “I’m sorry for throwing your feelings for me away so cruelly like that.”

“No, no! If anyone should be apologizing it should be me!” He hurriedly replied, his hands waving in front of him, a worried expression on his face. “I should’ve apologized long ago... it’s just...” he trailed off. He shook his head slowly, his eyes downward. “I just felt guilty. I still am. I shouldn’t have done what I did, it was childish and I’m also kind of embarrassed.” You realized as he was talking, the tip of his ears got red and you noticed that his ears only got like that when he was embarrassed.

You didn’t know what to say, the emotion in his voice was almost too much for you and you could tell that he thought about this a lot, no matter how much he tried to pretend like he didn’t. That was what made you leave this whole mess behind you.

“It’s okay.” You said with a small smile and you saw his head snap up in surprise, he was frozen, he didn’t know what to do and you laughed. “I’m serious! I thought about this a lot, and I realized that you’re a good guy, Jinyoung. You just did some stupid things,” you added playfully.

“Really, really stupid things,” he agreed with an excited smile. He bit his lower lip as he avoided his eyes. So, uh...” he stammered and you raised an eyebrow, curious. He held out his hand for a handshake. “friends?”

You pursed your lips in thought. You didn’t want to be just friends. With a smile you shook your head at him. His expression fell and so did his hand back to his side. “Do you still like me?”

His silence and barely visible nod was enough for me. I made my way over to him and pecked him on the cheek quickly before jumping back. His face turned pink as he stood there looking at you with a frozen expression.

“I like you, too.” You commented, keeping your eyes trained on him. 

His response was a laugh and placing his lips on yours.

“That’s it for today, good work today. See you Monday.” The professor ended the lesson with a friendly smile and was the first one out the door on that Friday morning.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see one of Jinyoung’s many admirers make their way towards him. She kept running her hand through her hair and she pushed her chest out so much that it looked like it hurt her back. “I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie tonight if you have nothing planned?”

Sorry, missy, he’s got plans with me, you thought to yourself grumpily, focusing on packing up your textbook in order to conceal your jealousy.

“Sorry, I have plans with my lovely girlfriend tonight.” You heard the smile in his voice as he said that line, his voice louder so you knew he wanted you to hear it.

Psh. He didn’t have to add in the lovely, you thought with a smile as you finished packing your things and stood up.

The moment you were on your feet he was right in front of you, looking as handsome as ever and took your hand and quickly leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Ready to go?” He asked, his eyes on you, the adoring look in his eyes that you would never get tired of seeing.

Why does he make you so shy? you wondered to yourself as you nodded shyly and waved at the dumbfounded girls on your way out. “Have a nice weekend.”

the ending was trash just like my life and i hate myself srry

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WIP SNIPPETS

Got tagged by @isle3cho to share some of my WIPs, and I decided, YOU KNOW WHAT, LET’S FUCKING GO. Read on if you wanna see things you haven’t seen in a while, because this is just SOME of them.

1. I Don’t Even Go Here chapter 2

Panna Tartt is an unremarkable four-year-old girl, whose fifth birthday is a few months away. She is so unremarkable, that it surprises Geordo with how much he tries to plan out future meetings with her.

It isn’t that difficult to get Alan involved by taking advantage of how easily his demands are met in order to get Panna back in the garden. The garden, after all, is where they promised they’d meet again, should the chance ever arise again. And, well…here they are again.

As before, Panna has a box of macarons with her to snack on. Though, this time, she has another box with her—filled with various colorful cookies, in the shape of flowers. She gifts it to Geordo, as an apology of sorts for getting his name wrong.

“No hard feelings, right, Gandalf?” And yet, she still gets it wrong.

“It’s actually Gil,” Geordo plays along, for the time being. Surely, she’s bound to get it right, yes?

2. Also-Ran Chapter 7

And I guess Opal has me, and the rest of my family. She’s had a rather warm reception to them, despite the close calls we’ve had with Bayonetta, whenever she worked up the energy to leave the Glimwood Tangle (usually to just drag me back into the forest, or just have me within her sight).

It’s not that Bayonetta has done anything harmful to the inhabitants of Ballonlea. It’s more that shit gets pretty quiet whenever she shows up, due to the reputation she’s built for herself over the years. Basically, everyone is afraid of her, and it’s kind of, sort of the reason why I haven’t made any new friends…

So that’s a thing, yes.

“I’m sure things will change over time,” Annette tells me as she helps me stretch out my body for today’s ballet lesson. “And if not…well, at least you have Raihan.”

“You’re right.” I do have Raihan…and I also have Pokémon, so I’m doing miles better than I’ve ever done in my past life, where I bumbled the fuck around until high school. Middle school was fine, though I still had some hiccups, here and there. We…don’t talk about elementary school.

The less said, the better, and I’m just hoping to be left alone once school starts, and I head off to Hammerlocke’s Trainer School. I’m really banking on the being in the same class as Raihan…

Chairman Rose, don’t fail me now!!

3. Gone Fishing chapter 11

“She’s so small,” Sanji remarks as he watches Regina shred a piece of fish that I’ve left out for her.

“Probably a runt,” Law says.

“We did get her at a lower price.” Not that I don’t mind or anything, I just liked her pink skin, since it was so pretty… Plus, her being a lot smaller than usual makes it a lot easier for me to carry her around.

“Runts don’t last long…” Sanji frowns, looking almost as though he was talking from experience…which is concerning.

Do I want to know?

“They don’t last because people don’t care about them!” I’ve seen my third oldest brother raise an abandoned kitten into adulthood, despite being told that it probably wouldn’t live long because of how small it was. “All they just need is love!”

Sanji blinked. “Love…”

“Love goes a long way!” I know it doesn’t always work, but dammit—I’m gonna try my best to keep Regina alive. “Still doesn’t mean you can’t be nice.”

As if to prove my point, I gave Law a few affectionate pats on the back. I also did the same with Sanji, since he looked a bit left out.

Not on my fucking watch!

There’s still a lot I don’t know about Den Den Mushi, so I’m doing my best to learn from Regina. She hates loud noises, so she’ll retreat into her shell if it gets too loud. She’ll come out immediately if you mention food or offer some to her. She’ll bite without warning if you annoy her in any way. Otherwise, she’s pretty chill…

So long as you don’t get in the way of her food—she’s pretty serious about food.

I love her so much.

I’ve been keeping an eye on the types of foods she especially likes. She’ll spit out anything that has even the vaguest trace of salt. In small amounts, salt isn’t that harmful to Den Den Mushi. Corazon demonstrated that by letting his own Den Den Mushi consume the food that Regina had rejected.

That’s a fucking relief.

I almost thought that I poisoned Regina in some way. I didn’t—it’s gonna take a lot more salt than what was in the fish I shared with her to actually do any damage. Still, it’s better to be safe than sorry, so I’ve decided not to take too many chances after that. I think that worked in my favor, since it limited the types of food I could introduce to Regina.

So it was a lot easier to figure out which foods she liked best and which ones she liked the least. Cucumbers are her favorite food, so I’ve been using them to teach her a few tricks.

“Upupupu.” I held a slice of cucumber just above Regina, trying my best to motivate her in my attempts to teach her how to speak.

It’s like teaching a parakeet to speak—it takes a lot of time and patience to make any progress. Fortunately, I had a lot of time and Law definitely had the patience I lacked. Sanji was somewhere in the middle, usually distracting Regina when things were starting to get boring.

That’s how we discovered how perceptive she actually is, when Sanji would hide a small shell under a bowl and then shuffle it around with other identical-looking bowls. Every time, Regina would find the shell—even when Sanji was able to pull a sleight of hand to trick her (the shell was in his pocket). It was honestly mind-boggling…

So you can fucking bet that we used that to our advantage!

And that’s how we got grounded for a week!

4. Tempting Fate chapter 5, brought to you by Miura-sensei’s death

“Can’t sleep?” That same, freckle-faced boy from earlier has now joined her side by the campfire, giving her a reassuring smile that lowers her guard somewhat. His name is Judeau, and he looks exactly the way that Casca remembers, give or take a growth spurt. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“Not right now.” Just the thought of talking about it makes her ill. Will she cry? Will she scream? Or will she just pretend it never happened, despite the way her body won’t stop shaking, each time someone gets close to her?

Casca doesn’t want to know—she’ll leave that discovery for another day, when she decides to confide in someone. Should she ever decide to do so, that is.

“Well, then…would it make you feel any better if I said it gets easier?” The comment earns him a swipe from Casca, which he skillfully avoids by catching her hand in his. “Guess that’s a no.”

Casca doesn’t want it to get easier. Doesn’t want to think of the blood that will eventually cover her hands… It’s a terrifying thought that she wishes to keep out of her mind for as long as possible, while she is still too new to the concept of taking another’s life. She knows it’s a useless endeavor, but she doesn’t care.

There is just a childish part of herself that wants to cling to whatever remains of her innocence…

“It helps not to think about it, then,” Judeau tells her as he releases her hand. “You shouldn’t worry yourself over someone like that.”

“I know.” But her stupid brain won’t stop tormenting her, making her relive that moment over and over again, as thought it happened seconds ago instead of hours.

“Since we’re about the same size, Griffith put me in charge of your training.” He smiles as he ruffles her hair. “It’s not going to be easy, but you more than proved yourself capable. In fact—some of the guys are afraid of you.”

“Is that so?” Maybe that’s why not many of them had approached her, save for Judeau, who is proving to be a very strange boy. “Guess they saw what I did to that guy…”

It’s hard to ignore the damage she had done to him, after all.

“He definitely deserved it.” Judeau is stating the obvious to Casca, but his words reassure her anyways.

5. UNTITLED DOCUMENT, currently named NOCTURNE right now

You know things are going great for you when you wake up without a shirt on. It gets even better when you decide to check what’s inside your shorts, out of sheer curiosity.

Of course, I am being completely sarcastic, because I cannot even begin to describe the sight that I see before me.

“What the actual fuck.” It refuses to be perceived. How exactly is it doing that?

[REDACTED.]

I have absolutely no clue.

[REDACTED.]

It’s like the words are being deleted from my mind, the instant I try to think of something.

[REDACTED.]

Honestly, if it wasn’t for this massive headache bogging me down, I’d be freaking out a lot more than I am right now. Like, fucking ow!!

“Uugh…” It feels like something is trying to claw its way out of my brain… “These are new.”

Don’t know how long they’ve been there, but I’ve only just notice them. Let’s forget about the partial nudity and whatever eldritch horror lives in my shorts for one brief moment. Instead, let’s talk about where in the hell did these tattoos come from, because these weren’t here before.

“Hello?” They’re glowing, too!! “Biiitch…”

tagging... I guess @rinastray :D

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