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namuneulbo · 10 months

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week eighty-six

i was so busy on sunday so i couldnt post in time. sorry!! ill write and post this now at 1 am on monday. it was a good sunday though, cute person at the till but i got so flustered i forgot to look at their last name when i ided them so i just know his first name and middle name loool. went to the bar after work w c, l and s. we then went for food and ate in the school cafeteria. a cute security guard came after a while and asking for us to show our keys to prove we could be there lol.

ive been listening to loooots of saosin. im so in love w their stuff. so the sotw is obvious hehe.

okay now ill go through the week in order lol.

monday i dont really remember. just work.

i had a shorter shift on tuesday, only four hours! afterwards i met up w e and e and we walked around town and then had some food and then went to some shops. it was fun and time went by so fast.

on wednesday i thought id have to rawdog the music quiz and just go alone and hope id find someone ik there to play w BUT c came home just in time so she joined me along w d, e and s. s left before the results and d and e left right after the results. we did HORRIBLY!!! we came like,, 9th ??? out of 14 probably?

s joined us afterwards and m also joined in after a bit. i thought it was a lot of fun but apparently ive now gotten the news that s is... a bit weird. idk, i always thought my friends were kind of,,, making him seem worse than he is but ig im starting to understand what they find so odd ab him and back on wednesday i still enjoyed his company. after talking for a while, m left to go to another table and c and i were left w s. h joined us at one point and omg i was so excited ab it, i think hes so cool and cute and sweet and i kind of fangirled internally. like truly its not like a crush or anything, hes just so sweet and funny so i was so excited to talk to him. THEN..... D JOINED??? idk if ive talked ab him too much on here but basically hes just this bassist dude whos so fucking cool to me and ive never spoken to him and before this i hadnt even sat at the same table as him or stood within the same circle as him. ig this experience was quite humbling though lol i think i made him up to be more talkative and louder than he actually is. nothing bad ab that i just realized ive probably made him way cooler in my mind than he is irl. hes just human lol. hes still cool to me though but i need to mention that its funny that c had literally said to me like “girl, ur hyping him up way too much. hes just a man.” and now i was indeed proved right. he is just a guy lol. its kind of become an inside joke by now though and i like that ive created that correlation to him now so itll always be in the back of esp c and ls minds. i did fangirl a lot when he sat down at our table out of nowhere though and it was so funny bc c kept giving me a look.

d left quite quickly to go to talk to others and after a while me, c, h and ss convo turned into a film bro convo bc apparently all three of them r film bros and i havent seen like,, any movies so they started listing movies from every era and of every genre that i had to watch and it was so funny. after they had been listing stuff for a good 15 minutes they finally said dead poets society and i could finally be like “IVE SEEN THAT ONE”. i then watched interstellar the next day... no reason why i specifically watched that one...

after watching interstellar on thursday, i got so inspired to go learn cornfield chase on piano so i ran to school at 12 am but obviously it was closed. i knew it would be but sometimes the gates might still be open or something so there r loopholes but yeah, not this time. i checked every door lol. i still havent gone to practice it. i practiced a little bit at home on the keyboard but it sounds so bad and its so hard to play, mainly ergonomically.

friday! played sims all day and then went for a drink w t. we then went for a walk and then got some food to end the evening. i love them sm <3

saturday was work again but it was a five hour shift that went by pretty fast and it was such a weird shift lol. theres this guy that comes in every now and then and weve always had this little tension between us, like a pretty obvious romantic tension. i remember all the times hes been at the till while i was working. one time he was also just in the store while i was fixing some shelves, i think i was specifically organizing cat food? anyways, first time, i actually cant remember fully if it was him but im pretty sure?? idk, like i said, i get flustered when i see pretty ppl so i just remember a BIG tension and his hand shaking a bit when holding his card to the card reader. second time he bought cigarettes and i ided him and TURNS OUT ITS A GUY I WENT TO ELEMENTARY W LOLLLL. hes two years older than me and all i remember of him is that he used to show me gore on the computer at the after school thingy we were at. honestly shaped me a lot as a child probably. i wonder if he remembers me from that as well. anyways. he bought food some other time too and i remember just really feeling the tension still. like its sm fun??? like how u can feel that we both find each other so attractive yet no one says anything apart from just smiling and doing like a specific type of eye contact and just like idk... speaking in a certain tone ig??? its sm fun. hes so hotttttt. anyways on saturday he came in twice, once w his friend (who i also know and hes not a great guy sooooooo) and that time his friend was just buying cigarettes but he stayed away for some reason and like fully turned his back to me lol idk what that was ab but then after an hour or so he came in alone to buy some quick meal and the tension was back. i think he mightve genuinely just avoided me the first time bc he didnt want his friend to know??? or am i being totally delusional rn?

later that shift d shows up. THE d. we were both as surpised lol i just looked up from my phone when i heard someone start piling up stuff on the conveyor belt and then i meet eyes w him and his eyes widen just as much as mine and hes like “hi!” and im like “hi!”. we dont say anything else but it was just so funny and i keep smiling lol. hes so iconic to me. maybe a little hot too but like mostly iconic. i think. he is QUITE hot though... like to be fucking fair....

THEN omg. this was so fucking funny and i laughed ab it for the rest of my shift. this guy came in to buy alcohol and he was young so he showed id before i even got to asking him for it and his name is literally the same as w, my crush. FIRST AND LAST NAME WERE THE SAME??? what a fucking coincidence??????? it was so funny and i had to keep myself from bursting out in laughter in front of him it was so fucking weird. i didnt think w had THAT common of a name. like yeah first name sure, one of the more common ones for his age but like first and last name??? woah.

anyways, thats a fucking wrap.

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Loki Series Thoughts—The Variant

With the release of episode 2, I’m back with another analysis. Spoilers ahead!! This will be a combination of personal thoughts, theories, and objective analysis. This is overall, a positive review, so if you do not want to see that, I would not recommend continuing to read. I am however more than open to some friendly debate and discussion over any and all of the following points, whether you agree or disagree with them.

With all that being said, let’s dive in:

I feel gypped on the Holding out for a Hero fight scene. I mean, I liked how the scene was shot, especially with the whole loudspeaker thing (it set the mood very well), but where’s Loki fighting to that song?

Alright, I might as well address the elephant in the room: Is Loki OOC? Well, for my money, the answer is both yes and no. And I don’t mean to be wishy-washy; it really kind of depends on how you define OOC and/or who exactly you take this Loki to be.

What does OOC mean? To me, the literal definition of “out of character” would be the character acting in a way unlike they’ve been seen acting before. Likewise, according to Collins Dictionary it would be defined as “not typical of the apparent character of a person or thing.” Now, that’s a bit too black and white. What if you have a character in a new situation, how do you know how they’d react? By analyzing their past actions and seeing if they line up. And if you stop at this point and deem Loki entirely OOC, well you’re allowed to and that’s valid. I, however, would not say entirely is the word to use. Somewhat, yes, but not terribly and not inexcusably so. I’ll come back to this in a moment.

Who is this Loki? He’s the one right after the Avengers, of course, but he’s something different too. Think about it, the whole series is centered around how different choices can shape the very fabric of the universe. Wouldn’t it stand to reason that changes in Loki’s story would cause him to behave differently than what we’ve seen before? This is, in essence, a different Loki, albeit one who’s own narrative is shaped by a shared backstory with ours. It even says it on his jacket in big, bright letters: VARIANT. So while he shouldn’t be too dissimilar from the Loki we know, I do not think we can entirely look to the old to determine the new.

Now that we have that out of the way, we’re back to my somewhat noncommittal answer of the original question. Loki has some moments that seem OOC, but almost always has a (valid) reason for acting that way, both in and out of universe.

Loki’s OOC moments:

◦ The Renaissance Fair: And I by no means think this applies to his whole spiel. In fact, I think it was largely in character. What got me was “Which is absurd, because my people are, by nature, gullible fools. A trait that I, the God of Mischief, exploited time and time again simply by listening.” And then again, right after B-15 announces they are one unit away from red line. Though, my issue with the latter is how rushed it is. This could make sense because he’s worried about having time to finish his ploy. It’s a small thing to harp on for sure, though, for the point I am trying to make.

◦ In the hallway: This is where I think he’s most OOC. It feels rambley and pointless. More a desperate plea than a calculated last resort.

◦ With the librarian: I was hesitant to put this one in, but he seemed a bit unsure at points in his dialogue here. The inflection of his voice in the middle just sounded, like I said, unsure.

◦ The cafeteria (both times): More so in the first. The metaphor was, like Loki himself said, clumsy. But what I really think is OOC here is how excitable and obvious he is after Mobius concedes, “Not bad.” And the only thing on their second cafeteria chat is at the very end. His response of “I know” to being called clever, once again has an inflection to it that I would not typically associate with Loki—it’s too pronounced.

◦ Pompeii (beginning of scene only): Loki seems pretty flippant about the whole thing in the immediate moments after their arrival. (As an aside, I don’t think he’s necessarily unsympathetic here; he knows what happens and to keep himself safe and prove his point, he can’t branch the timeline.) To be quite honest, I think he might just be goading Mobius as he’s done to our God of Mischief many a time already.

◦ Before Roxxcart: He seems nervous, and his speech is a bit rushed again. Then again, this is something he wants—to be better. I’d think he’d be a bit more calm about it, though. Then again, with everything that’s happened recently, maybe it’s a natural response?

The reasons why he seems OOC:

◦ It’s on purpose: He knows what they think of him. If he plays into that, even in an exaggerated way, they’re not going to call bs on it.

◦ He’s been through a lot/Not our Loki: Like I mentioned earlier, not only is this a new environment, it’s a new Loki. He’s been shaped differently from our Loki because of how he was immediately thrust into the world of the TVA after many traumatic experiences.

◦ It’s an acting choice: No, it’s not one you have to agree with. But I believe Tom could be doing it to highlight moments where Loki is saying things he personally does not actually believe or that he knows others believe. Just to distinguish from the more calculated lying he does.

So, are there moments when Loki acts OOC? Yes. Is it inexplicable? No. Are the answers to those questions always the same from person to person? No, because like so many things, it’s all about how you frame it. And, of course, every person perceives each moment of time through their own eyes, with their own thoughts, in their own ways.

Loki has plenty of moments in character, too. In fact, I’d say he was overwhelmingly in character, for my understanding of it. In the earlier parts of the Renaissance Fair he is witty and lying with ease. At all other points that I didn’t mention, I found his vocabulary and inflection perfectly fine. I can’t think of any one moment his hand gestures particularly stuck out to me as out of place. And during his impromptu magic lesson, he seemed so sure of himself. He has snark without being rude. His interactions with “the variant” are on point. Even in the majority of the Pompeii scene, he’s not acting OOC, he’s just acting. He wanted to make an over-exaggerated splash to test his theory. Between that and speaking Latin, aren’t we seeing his cunning and wit?

Well, with that divisive and slightly negative topic out of the way, let’s move onto Mobius, his character, and his role in the show. He’s a bit different than the Mobius we see last time. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still moments where he seems to be manipulating Loki, or at least attempting to (the walk to the elevator; dangling a meeting with the Time Keepers in front of Loki’s face). In episode two, he’s presented as a victim. Mobius is just as much a slave to the “sacred timeline” as those living in it. He can’t go into the world and do the things he wants to do. Even any questions about time that Loki has, he answers seemingly by rote (perhaps drilled into his brain through propaganda?) or he can’t explain well (note, two times he somewhat hesitantly deems what Loki says as “an oversimplification”).

We’re also told that Mobius has a soft spot for broken things. That seems like a bold thing to say if Mobius hasn’t done something big before. Has he possibly ever used a variant like this before? Could he even possibly have a deeper connection to the rouge variant? Probably not on that second one, but it’s not wholly impossible. Though, going back to “has he done this before?” (and get ready for me to get absolutely insane now) do the rings on the table have deeper symbolic meaning pertaining to this? Yes, it could have just been for comedy, it may have just been a cool shot, but why put so much focus and emphasis on it like that with the camera and dialogue if it has no significance. Basically what I mean is, it’s symbolic of Mobius messing up. He messed up Renslayer’s table, maybe he botched a mission. Or maybe he even screwed up when working with another variant. Regardless of whether that’s symbolism, we do see him have a soft spot for the people at the hurricane shelter.

Mobius’s role in episode 1 was trying to break down Loki and recruit him. In this episode, he was more of a guide, more of a friend. Yes, there are lines like at Roxxcart when he says he knows he can’t be trusted, but there’s also a lot of camaraderie between the two. By the time Loki and Mobius are having their second chat in the cafeteria, they seem familiar with each other, engaging in what seems to be a friendly bout of verbal sparring. They seem, at very least, fond of each other, and I believe Mobius is, to some extent, on Loki’s side.

In fact, Mobius and Loki share something in common; they want something more than what the time keepers have preordained for them, even if Loki is more ready to admit that. Mobius is still, however, playing the part he’s been assigned, his “glorious purpose.” And, yes that includes some digs like that at Loki, whether Loki’s in the room or not, and whether they’re subtle or not. Is “I’ll delete him myself. He’s really arrogant.” really a dig though? I mean, it sounds like he could just be saying what Renslayer wants to hear. And when he talks about Loki wanting something more, wanting to change, I don’t think he’s actually talking about Loki. With the inflection and stage whisper, it almost sounds like he’s projecting. Remind you of anyone? Mobius will likely end up helping Loki, or may even turn into a tragic hero, his fatal flaw being his unwillingness to admit the TVA is not infallible.

The TVA workers. Isn’t odd how some of them have names and others don’t? Do they name themselves? More likely, I think whoever is in charge of a branch of the TVA gets a name, and all underlings get the less than human mix of letters and numbers with which to identify themselves. It also seems that the people with the most personality are the ones with names. B-15 has a personality, sure, but it’s more just in line with “I work for the TVA. This is what they want. I will do exactly that.” It’s almost lacking something that the named characters have lying beneath the surface of their character arc.

And then she gets enchanted, and if Wunmi Mosaku wasn’t already shining with the limited story for the character, oh boy she is now. When B-15 comes to, she is scared. It’s on her face and in that little shuddered breath. And when asked what happened, she seemed so unsure, timid. I’m definitely interested to see how that progresses!

Back to the workers in general, they didn’t seem as sad about their coworkers this episode as in the last. Even with C-20 it seemed to be a respect thing. I mean, they reset the timeline with their colleagues lying dead on the floor. I think in a lot of scenarios, dead soldiers would be given a proper burial.

Ravonna Renslayer and the time keepers. Renslayer is even more steadfastly devoted to the sacred timeline and the time keepers than anyone else. Why? Well, I think it’s because she is the time keepers. Any time they’re brought up, it’s quickly explained away with a simple “they’re busy.” That’s because they’re not real. But Renslayer sure seems chummy with them, huh? What other reason then its her timeline she has everyone protecting.

Then again, she may only be second in command, but not to the time keepers. (I mean, omniscient and omnipotent beings who are relatively aloof and unreachable? They’re perfectly set up to be revealed as not real. Plus the constant non-answers when it comes to them, I’ll be more surprised if they’re real than if they’re not.) But in the comics, her plot line is interwoven with that of Kang the Conqueror, a time traveler, among many other things. Even more likely than her being in charge, is him being in charge.

And now for the variant. It’s not Lady Loki, we all know that right? Ok, that comes off a bit harsh, but she is listed as Sylvie in the credits for languages other than English. This was also who Sophia Di Martino was previously listed as on IMDb. I won’t get into her story in the comics now, but I’d bet we’ll take elements of that in her story in the series. And if you’re still not convinced that’s who this is, why have her blonde? It just doesn’t make sense to change that about her. Plus, Sylvie takes on the name of Enchantress. What does Loki say her powers are? Enchantments. She doesn’t want to be called Loki either. She does say the main Loki variant is her, but if she’s framing him or taking on his persona for her crimes, why stop now? Her language is distinctly un-Loki like, too. She also boldly declares “This isn’t about you.” And finally, there’s the foreshadowing in Loki’s line, “I would never treat me like this.”

I only wonder what her motives are. Is she looking for revenge on the Loki from her timeline? Or perhaps she’s working fo him? Maybe he’s dead and she’s avenging him? Or he’s alive and she wants to grab his attention? Maybe she has motives all her own. And what of Mephisto? Does he actually play a part in this? I’m just spitballing, I need more information.

When Loki finds the file. No. Like. Give a detailed description of this please!!!!! He thinks he’s evil. That he causes all that death with malicious intent. Even if he doesn’t, there’s clear pain over the destruction of Asgard. And look at his eyes, the only thing we’re shown as he process the information fully for the first time. He’s hurt, confused. Disappointed and angry with himself. The bit we’re shown of his face before it zooms in on his eyes portrays this too. He looks so lost in that shot. And he looks to be tearing up a bit.

Maybe I’m just being dumb, but what does it mean 9,719 casualties? Didn’t they all escape? His face as the scene zooms back out is... defeated. Scared. Scarred. He’s barely holding it together. Then something else catches his eye, giving him an idea. And I’m sure more than anything he wants to be distracted from the storm in his mind. So yeah, he’ll happily throw himself into his work. The epiphany on his face as he’s still recovering and discovering new things is just so perfect too.

The confrontation at Roxxcart. This was really well done, I felt. Loki felt in character, and he was fighting smartly, using what he could. Because clearly the enchantment also lent Sylvie’s powers to the person. But Loki manages to hang in there and dig for information while keeping the battle going.

He gets mad, too. He starts yelling. And that makes sense. He wants answers, and for so long he’s been denied them; it’s a recurring theme in his life. He’s losing control of himself a bit here. And that’s a large part of the reason why he goes through the time door. Loki doesn’t want to lose control again. I don’t even know if it was exactly a betrayal of the TVA. I don’t think he’s on their side, but I think he just saw that he couldn’t lose the variant again. Because for what he says his plan is, he wouldn’t have followed the variant. However, he does because he wants answers.

What about that plan though? I’m working a bit in reverse with this scene I realize, but bear with me. That look on his face as he stands, it’s calculating. I think he’s lying about his plan. I think he’s trying to bring the variant in, not work with them.

Also, I’m so concerned for C-20. What’s real? I want to know!! But we’re already getting a feel for Sylvie’s powers. The people she enchants live, but they’ve seen something they’d rather not. What other reason is there for the similar way B-15 and C-20 act? And I know she mentions telling Sylvie the time keeper’s location, but really, it’s their location to her knowledge. It doesn’t necessarily mean they exist. Or maybe it’s just Kang.

And Mobius at the very end of this scene, the very end of the confrontation, the very end of the episode. The last thing is him calling after Loki. And he sounds genuine, almost. It didn’t sound like he was fearful for his own life, but rather more worried for Loki. Though, maybe I have that confused and it’s worried about Loki. Whatever the reason, it sounded like genuine fear in his voice to me.

Finally, some random thoughts that didn’t fit anywhere:

Gugu Mbatha-Raw is so talented. I mean, I got a lot of emotion from Renslayer. Confident and proper at the beginning, panicked and afraid at the end. Even in her talks with Mobius, there’s many subtleties to pick apart. I think it’s heavily implied through her words and actions that she’s evil.

The casual magic use was great. Hope there’s more.

Why do setting off reset charges in the main timeline have a different effect than setting them off in the branch timelines? Like shouldn’t it wipe it, not make branches?

Loved all the rapport happening in the episode. There was a lot of good dialogue.

Despite the manipulations going on, I like the relationship forming between Mobius and Loki. I think they make a nice little duo.

I love all the Loki variants we’re shown. Very, very interesting. Just give us Jötunn Loki for real, please.

Loki was very clever this episode, particularly with figuring out you could hide in an apocalypse and at Roxxcart.

Does Roxxcart have a link to Roxxon?

Their little motto thing is a bit creepy. “For all time. Always.” Sounds like it’s just part of their propaganda.

“You see, I know something children don’t. No one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is ever truly good.” I love this line. Seriosuly, why not use this sound bite in the trailers? Loki himself is morally gray, and I love that we’re addressing this fact of life; the world is not all black and white, not all good and bad.

CASEY!!!

In the second cafeteria scene, there is a guard in full armor just standing there. I guess they’re monitoring the employees. How likely does whoever is in charge think it would be for an uprising of sorts to happen?

Between sleepy Loki, him putting that jacket on, his hair, that talking to himself and that annoyed little shh in the library, and just being the happy goof that he is deep down (Miss Minutes scene and salad metaphor) Loki was just so adorable this episode.

I think it’s important Mobius said sorry when talking about ragnarok. He knows Loki cares.

Mobius does kind of understand Loki when saying he has an “insecure need for validation.” He’s right, honestly, albeit harsh. But that’s all he wanted throughout the Thor movies too, not to be looked down upon. To be treated as equal. As worthy.

Of Mobius’s two options for why he’s sticking his neck out for Loki, I think they both hold some truth.

Interesting how TVA agents like to keep souvenirs from lives they can never live. Though maybe Renslayer keeps them for a different reason. Like from timelines that were particularly a threat to order—her order.

The score is still on point. Loving the theremin.

Wow an explanation pertaining to time travel I’ve found no holes in. It’s unstable and they have to enter in real time (furthest point on the branch) because of that. Ok, yeah. Checks out.

I’m so glad they kept the title card from last week. I like it so much better than the one from the trailers, and it fits the vibe of the show better.

Is it bad I want all these new branches to red line? I think it seems a little too early into the show for that to happen, but maybe a few of them will? Perhaps improbable but not impossible. But think of the chaos! What better playground for the God of Mischief than a universe thrown into disarray.

And now, my final thoughts. A very good episode with a mainly in character Loki. I like how we’re slowly learning more with what’s going on, while still keeping an element of mystery. Though, Marvel’s twists aren’t landing as well as I think they were hoping (assuming I’m right of course. I’ve seen plenty of other people who were thinking along the same lines though, so). It’s lacking a certain je ne sais quoi that Glorious Purpose had, but I still enjoyed it. Overall, 8/10. Let’s just hope my rating doesn’t go down point with every episode.

Like something I said? Totally disagree? Really want to talk more about one point? Whatever it is, I’d love to hear! Reblogs and comments are appreciated. My ask box is always open, and anon is always on. I look forward to hearing your thoughts! Thanks :)

Me, after not liking one, but two episodes:

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eijishimas · 3 years

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caught red handed.

18+ nsfw content. minors dni. all characters are aged up.

masterlist.

content warnings: f!reader, college!au, masturbation, mentions of alcohol, voyeurism, daddy kink, bit of a handjob, bit of oral (m!receiving), filming, slight degradation, creampie, one (1) instance of bakugou slapping your pussy.

notes: happy belated birthday to my bestie, @rekiri . you deserve the world and so much more, you’re sweet and hilarious and i fucking love talking to you, whether we’re joking or being more serious. i know you told me not to, but i really wanted to write something for you as a gift (because ya girl is a bit of a broke bitch). ik it’s not eren, kiri, or reki, but i hope you like this piece regardless. i love you, even if you annoy me to death, you whore /j. this one’s for you <3

wc: 2.6k | inspo (nsfw link): xxx

Everyone knew college was stressful. Deadlines nearly every single week, assignments and essays, not to mention attending classes brought a whole new wave of anxieties for students every single day. Sometimes that stress was either doubled or relieved by having a partner for a project or two. Luckily for you, you and your old high school classmate Katsuki Bakugou were paired up for a project for one of your Quirk Law classes. It was a research project, one that required a forty slide presentation. You were headed on your way to Katsuki’s dorm today to work on it at the time you agreed upon: 5pm. Then you two would study together for upcoming midterms. It was all planned out down to a tee. So at around 3:50pm, Katsuki knew he had time. He figured he needed a break from his Rescue Tactics Indoors II class, otherwise his brain would begin oozing from his ears.

Pushing aside his overpriced textbook, he rolled his shoulders back, hearing the cracks of his stiff muscles while he stretched at his desk. He let out a sigh, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand as he scrolled mindlessly through his socials. Mina had posted a Throwback Thursday post, an old one of him and you back in your freshman year of college. His nose twitched in annoyance as he recalled the parties, more specifically Denki Kaminari’s birthday party, where he had gotten so drunk that the walls melted and bent before him. Katsuki’s expression changed however, as he swiped through the collection of photos to stumble across an image of you and him. Have you always worn dresses that tight? You practically had your ass out from how short your garment had been cut, tits threatening to spill out of your low hanging neckline. Not only that, but Katsuki had an arm slung around your shoulder. His smile was stretched wide due in part to the alcohol in his system, but also because you were standing next to him. You were laughing at something Mina had said behind the camera, your hand tossed against the slightly unbuttoned shirt Katsuki had worn that night. Your fingers had brushed against his toned chest and he scoffed at the thought. Slowly but surely, memories of that party flooded back to Katsuki in waves.

They were mostly recounts from Kirishima and Mina, but apparently you two had made out in front of everyone that night. He swiped left again, swallowing dryly as he saw just that. Your manicured fingers were wrapped tight around his party shirt, tongues in a deadly dance of want and desperation for each other. Katsuki’s eyes grew as he noticed that the photo hadn’t cut out the part where he had been kneading your ass through that skimpy dress of yours. Immediately, Katsuki went to Mina’s dms demanding to take down the photo. And she did, thank god, but not without sending Katsuki more than ten photos of you and him making out at the party. He clenched his jaw, anger and a low desire plaguing his conscience. Glancing to the top left corner of his phone, he noted the time. 4:10pm.

He had time.

Saving the photos to his gallery, he pushed his chair away from his desk to have some fucking breathing room. His eyes flitted down to his sweats and as he expected, there was a tent forming. He groaned, wiping the sweat from his palms off on his pant leg before languidly beginning to palm himself through his clothes. His breaths quickened, chest stuttering as he looked to his phone displaying the photos of you and him. There’s a faint recollection in the back of his head of how you taste. Like cherries from your glossy lips, like vodka from the shots you took off of Denki earlier that evening, how you moaned into his mouth the night you had drunkenly kissed.

Katsuki tugged the waistband of his sweats down, allowing his previously constrained cock to breathe. It slapped against his stomach, heavy and leaking. Shit, he didn’t remember being this horny at the beginning of this. Spitting into his palm, he lubed up his dick as best as he could on short notice. His eyelids drooped as he swiped through the pictures like a filmstrip, a montage of all the best moments he had with you at that party. You grinding on his lap, you whispering dirty ideas you wanted to do with him later, you, you, you…

Katsuki squeezed his aching shaft, fisting his cock as precum dribbled down his slippery head. His face was an uncanny shade of crimson, a testament to how horny he was all for a few old pictures of the two of you. “Y/n.” He swore he barely recognized his voice from how breathless and needy it was. He continued to pump his cock, the only thoughts replaying in his mind were perverted fantasies of you bouncing on his dick hard enough to hear the slap of your ass cheeks against his abs.

Tapping the screen of his phone twice to zoom in, he admired your curves with pursed lips. Fuck, you really were gorgeous. Everything about you radiated a sinful nature he could never put his tongue on. You were tempting him, licking flames up his body with such intensity that made him shiver. He cursed, thumb drifting over his slit as he hissed. Fuck you for being as ravishing as you were that night, fuck you for making him feel so goddamn needy for your-

“Bakugou, I was about to text you but I remembered you were studying today, so I figured it would be okay if I came a bit...” your words trailed off. You blinked rapidly in an attempt to process the scene unfolding before you. Katsuki Bakugou, holding his dick in his hand, face on fire with a deep blush, his other free hand secure around his phone with- was that a picture of you from your freshman year of college? There was a beat of silence, Katsuki’s uneven breathing the only sound in the room aside from the low drawl of the ceiling fan over both of your heads. You gaped at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips upon realizing his hand hadn’t stopped moving. If anything, you saw his hand flex around his cock, further tightening his grip as you stood right in front of him.

“What the fuck-”

“What?” he beat you to the punch, his lips twitching into a devilish smile, “Don’t like what you see?” His confidence knocked the air out of you, your bewildered attitude showing true on your features. Your body feels warm, searing beneath his gaze. “Excuse me?” you squeaked out, overcome with both curiosity and a hint of lust for the ash blond.

“Are you gonna fucking help me or not?” His pride was refusing him to be flustered, not when he was this feverish for you. He needed the upper hand, he needed control over this situation. And it seemed by how you were shifting your weight from side to side, that it was happening just as he wanted. Who were you to refuse such an offer from Katsuki Bakugou?

And that’s how you ended up here, nestled between thick, muscled thighs with your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He had you spit over his dick, his entire shaft gleaming in all its glory as it stood to attention in your grasp. The flash of his camera burned your eyes as you suckled on his crown, hand continuously jerking his cock while he ravenously watched you through the screen. The guttural groan that escaped him was nothing short of music to your ears, your thighs tensing as the coils of heat continued to build and knot between your legs.

“Mm. Keep going like that, take it. All the way in now, like a good little slut,” Katsuki instructed, his voice slicing through the heavy atmosphere of desire. The words make you whimper, enveloping his sensitive head in vibrations while you lick around his slit. A large hand cupped your face, forcing you to make eye contact with the ash blond behind the camera. His black tank top truly had no confines over him, since it was tight enough to see the outlines of his pecs and ripped torso. Katsuki sure worked hard to maintain his appearance, but you knew he had the strength to back those muscles up. The thought of him completely dominating you, holding you with strong arms and pinning you down with his body made your pussy even more wet with your slick than it already was. Even from how you were on your knees, Katsuki possessed an unspoken will over you. You wanted to please him, make him feel good, make him have no good reason not to give you everything he had to offer.

You took your lips off of his head with a little ‘pop’, eyes wide and expectant as a string of drool connected your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. Bakugou’s smile grew, making sure your face was completely in frame and in focus. “Dirty girl,” he hummed, thumb tracing the apple of your cheek before guiding your lips toward his twitching cock. You slowly kissed the vein on the side of it, mumbling out four words:

“Your dirty girl, daddy.”

The moment the words left your mouth, Katsuki let out a low, gravelly moan. It was as if a switch inside him had flipped. Without warning, he’s pulling you off the floor and sitting you down in his desk chair instead. He’s a bit rough, his vision clouded by the sheer want to fuck you until you were screaming his name, until his name was the only word your pretty little brain could recall. He abandoned his phone and instead had his hands drop to the armrests of his desk chair, encasing your body as he towered over you. Your skirt was immediately shucked up your waist and Katsuki’s hands went to work on your panties. He ripped them off completely, tossing them aside without a care as to where they went. He gazed down at you with fervour, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he coaxes with a grin, teeth shining. His hand slipped between your thighs, his index and middle finger tracing up and down your slit. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, your thighs instinctively closing around his hand. Your face bloomed with warmth, eyes darting away from his cocky demeanour, “Baku—”

Your body jolted as a firm smack was delivered to your sensitive pussy, a wet, lewd sound meeting your ears as he did. It made a high pitched, whiny moan be pulled out from your throat.

Fuck.

“Try again,” he ordered, tone demanding and almost condescending. His lips ghosted yours yet he never had any intention of moving close enough to seal the gap between the two of you. You whimpered, eyes meeting the dark red irises that were staring straight through you.

“‘S yours, daddy.”

“Now that’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

His lips found yours, teeth tugging at your bottom lip hard enough to make the warmth in your stomach double. The liquid heat had been building ever since you walked in, and you were fairly certain that you weren’t going to last much longer.

He hooked your knees over his elbows, biceps flexing as the muscles in his arms supported your full weight. He picked you up with such ease, your arms flying around his neck as you squeal, gasping at how little effort that took him. He was a pro-hero in training, of course he had practiced lifting people up no matter their body type or size. Either way, it didn’t matter to him. He thought you looked rather angelic clinging onto him regardless. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat with his hands spreading your cheeks, grunting as he adjusted you in his arms. He slid slowly into your slick cunt inch by suffocating inch, your walls fluttering and enclosing around his throbbing cock. Katsuki’s breathing was unsteady, eyes watching your expression intently in hopes that this new position would give you as much pleasure as it was giving him. His ego was running rapant from how you were holding onto him for dear life. You were practically shaking in his grasp, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as all you could do was gape at how deep he reaches within you. You were keening, eyes hazed with lust and nails digging crescents into his shoulder blades hard enough to make him hiss.

When you finally catch your breath and adjust to his size, you give him a curt nod as an indication for him to start moving. Slowly, he lifted you up off his cock until his head kissed your entrance before allowing gravity to do most of the work. This position had his cock nudging your cervix and it made the knot in the pit of your stomach squeeze further, threatening to snap with every loud smack of his balls echoing through his dorm room. He pistoned into you like that, reaching deeper to rearrange your insides. It was like your entire body was being engulfed with pleasure and fire. He took in your face, how it scrunched in pleasure, hair sticking to your face as you mumble out how much you want to cum, how much you need to cum.

“Fuckin’ tight just for daddy, hah?” he cooed to you, “You wanna cum all over my cock like a little slut? You were watching me from the door jerking off for you. Dirty fuckin’ girl. Who’s making you feel good? Say it. Spit it out.”

“You!” you moaned, your head feeling light from the way the veins on the side of his cock rubbed your walls, “You, daddy. Please let me cum. I w- wanna cum!”

“I can’t hear you,” Katsuki rumbled, eyes steeled before you unmoving and unwilling to give you permission just yet. “Please!” you begged, “I’m a dirty girl. I’m your dirty girl, daddy! Please let me cum!” You were too engrossed in your pleasure to have any semblance of shame. Katsuki grinned. That’s what he wanted to hear. He let out a tiny ‘tch’ before uttering out, “Then cum, slut.”

Without another word, you let out a final wanton moan, gushing around him as the liquid heat finally expels from your body. Your orgasm hits you in waves, your body quivering with each new sensation as you hold Katsuki’s cock within your cunt. Your nails leave angry red marks along Katsuki’s shoulders, ultimately sending him hurtling towards his own release.

Cum dripped down his twitching cock, your chest heaving as your legs feel like jelly. Tingles shot down your spine as Katsuki pumped rope after rope of his sticky cum well enough to paint your inner walls white. He helped you ride out your high, delivering harsh bitemarks to your neck to leave a mural of hickeys claiming you as his. The smile he gives you is cocky, prideful, and arrogant. He placed you back down on his desk chair, your thighs still going through the aftershocks of your high. Reaching for his phone, he tapped the app icon for his camera. He knelt down, chuckling as your fingers slid between your legs to spread your lower lips for him. His cum seeped out past your slit, leaking down to your puckered asshole.

“There we go. Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, hm?”

Tiredly, you nodded.

“‘M daddy’s good girl.”

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all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !!

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES.

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

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rookie year | chapter 6

• a lamelo ball fanfic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball •

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word count: 4,123

Warnings: All characters in the story are 18+

A/N: lots of dialogue in this chapter and it’s longer than my usual chapters. Ik he had the yellow lambo probably way after this in real life but like I said 😏roll with it😏 I’m working on trying to add detail and not sounding repetitive. I really hope you enjoy and please give me feedback if you’d like, tell me all the feels. And like the post if you really did like it!! Means more than you know. Send thoughts to my ask. I love that shit, thank you for reading and as always, enjoy PLEASE LIKE AND REBLOG😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thursday, September 19th 2019

You woke up only minutes before your alarm today. Memories from last night and the game flooded your brain. You rubbed your eyes slowly before getting up to get ready for the day.

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: Awwww shit, good morning Y/N

You: Lmaoo good morning 😏 how you feeling today?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Like shit

Before you even got the chance to reply, you had an incoming call.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯

You swiped to answer it.

“Good morning Melo,” you chirped at him as your hands were preoccupied with making your bed.

“Damn camera girl you sound happy as fuck talking ‘bout some ‘good morning’,” he groans.

“Well,” you giggled. “It is 8a.m.”

“I know I know,” he replied. “I’m getting gone soon I just wanted to call you and say I’m sorry about last night,” he sighs.

“Don’t be…” you say quickly. “I mean, it feels like we’ve been apologizing to each other a lot…” you trailed off.

“Yeah, you for sure right about that but I mean it,” he stated. “Whatever I said and whatever Miles maybe said- I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Melo,” you snickered. “It was kinda funny actually you said something ‘bout-“

“Oh shit no no you’re good,” he cut you off quickly. “I don’t think I want to know.” He huffed.

“Okayyy,” you laugh.

“Hmmm maybe…”

“Mm nope can’t take it back,” you smirked.

“I’mma get it out of you.. I feel like I said some outta pocket shit. It’s coming back to me now.” He sighed.

“Something like that,” you shrugged.

“Loook, I’m flying out today, but how’s your schedule looking October 8th, I come back the day before that.”

“Love that you have a date in mind already,” that sounds good and works for me!”

“Alright y/n, I’ll see you when I get back then,”

“You’ll be gone up until then?”

“Yeah pretty much, lots of games out in different states.”

“Awww wow,” you replied unable to hide a a tinge of sadness that you felt knowing you would not see his face around the apartment building for a bit.. “Safe travels! Hope you have a ton of fun.”

“Thank you camera girl, see you when I get back,”

“Sounds like you’ll miss me more than I’ll miss you,” you teased.

“Ouch, I’m hurt,” he laughs.

“I’m messing, have funnn and send me pictures if you see something cool,” you requested.

“Alright bet, bye.”

•••

Tuesday, October 8th 2019

You were definitely excited to see Melo and you missed his energy. He had texted you here and there since today to see what you were up to but mostly he was busy with his mind on basketball.

His dedication inspired you to grind hard these next couple of weeks before the fall weather was really going to start coming in. You have been brainstorming ideas on what you would do for shoots if it got too cold outside. You had an idea of setting up a mini indoor set for Christmas shoots but that was a project for November the latest.

You had also been hitting the gym with Tristan more. He was dedicating his early mornings for 1-2 hour workouts so you figured why not start going as well when you could. That has been your main form of quality time since he was busy picking up extra hours at work.

Today Tristan had a long 12 hour shift so he was hitting the gym way earlier than you wanted to. So you had the morning to yourself and finished up packing your camera bag essentials. You heard a knock at the door, you instantly froze.

Walking up to the door and looking through the hole, you see Melo standing there casually on his phone, you open the door slowly, face scrunched up trying to hide the smirk on your face.

“What’s up girl,” he smiled pulling you into a long hug. His cologne filled your nostrils and you held yourself back from rolling your eyes to the back of your head out of pure enjoyment.

“Hey, sorry I wasn’t expecting you to come in, my apartment is a mess-“ you stammered.

“Nah you should see mine. This looks perfect compared to it,” he laughs.

He makes his way over to your bed and sprawls out, with his legs hanging off, you study him from this point of view and your mind goes other places before you spoke. “Soooo tell me how’d traveling go,” you beamed at him. “Fun but my body hurts,” he sighed. “This shit a new level of tiring but I really love every minute of it.” “That’s good, maybe you should get a full body massage,” you teased, grabbing the last couple of things you needed before packing up your purse and bag. “I should…” he trails off looking at you before biting his bottom lip. “You ready?”

“Always am,” you replied, swinging your bag on your shoulder.

“How do you feel about an indoor shoot today?”

“That’s fine I’ll just need to bring my bags with my light equipment and all that,” you replied.

“Need help carrying anything?” He asked while getting up off the bed and adjusting himself.

“I think I got it-“ and before you could finish he grabs the bag from your hand.

“Lemme drive us this time,” he states firmly.

You look at him and cock a brow, his kindness was truly refreshing but you did not know why you were surprised by it coming from him at this point.

“Okay,” you shrugged. “Fine by me.”

He smiles at you, using his spare hand to twist a piece of your hair between his fingers before he motioned you to carry on.

“Lead the way, ladies first,” he gestured.

The two of you exited out of your apartment and you locked the door behind you, making your way to the elevator. There were a couple other people in there as well. Two old people and a mother and her kids.

You did not realIze how small the elevator was until you were forced into the corner with Melo squeezed up beside him… all the way down the parking garage floor. You looked up at him, the silence was loud and you could tell he was holding back a laugh. You had to look down in order to not bust out laughing. You felt him rest his forearm on your shoulder as you were smiling down at your feet. The elevator finally reached the parking garage and everyone piled out.

“Now you have to lead the way,” you giggled. You walk beside him, watching as he turns the corner and you see his car. “Which one you tryna take?” He asks. “Oh, which one?? Wow Melo you really got it like that,” you tease and he shakes his head with a smile. “Ummm you’re the Uber driver, up to you?” You stammered, “And you’re the special passenger,” he cheesed and you laugh, shaking your head. “Well, yellow is my favorite color so I guess that one,” you point at his Lamborghini SUV.

“Because it’s your favorite color?” He asked with a laugh. “That’s the reason?” Yeah…” you say while admiring its neon color for a moment, then look back up at him with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. “What?” You asked, feeling the blood rush to yours cheeks after noticing he was staring at you. “Not because it’s a luxury car but because it’s yellow?” He asked again and you laugh this time. “Yes?? Hey you asked me to pick and that’s my reason.” You laughed throwing your hands up. He chuckled while shaking his head. You playfully shake your head at him in a “and what about it?” matter but he stayed quiet. Unlocking the car, the two of you get in, you adjust your seat and settle in, hopping on your phone to check your Instagram. You watch from the corner of your eye as he starts the car. You had to admit, the interior was beautiful. “Wow,” you say, admiring all of the lights inside as the car turned on. “Shit nice as fuck right?” He laughs. “Very,” you reply. He backs out and the two of you are out of the parking garage and out on the road. “Where we going?” You ask.

“There’s this place I know it’s just pretty much a big space. There’s random things in there I think we can work with,”

“Okay, that works,” you shrug.

Keeping the small talk going on the way there, he told you about the games he had and the different cities he was in. When you got there, you set up in the space. It was a good spot but you were grateful you brought your light equipment, it would have been too dark.

Before you got started, he asked you to make sure he looked good. You fought back from rolling your eyes when he said,

“Never mind I always look good,” and smirked.

You began taking photos but the two of you kept the conversations going you did not take as many shots as you thought you would. He was in an extra goofy mood and you could not stop laughing at the faces you he was making.

“Melo stopp,” you whined but he was proud to bring a smile on your face.

“You seriously want them to all look like this?” You asked him walking over to him and showing him one with the goofiest face he had made.

“Nah nah nah I’m sorry I’ll stop, forreal,” he throws his hands up.

“I’m glad you’re having fun though…” you laughed. “But I want you to like at least one or two of them.”

“I will regardless since they were taken by you camera girl,” he stated and you blushed and looked down.

“And speaking of having fun… did you actually enjoy the game?”

“Of course I did. I actually had a lot of fun,” you smiled at him.

“And ya boy?….”

“Hahah well, funny that you say that…”

“What,” he muttered, furrowing his brows now and crossing his arms.

“Yeah he uh- almost didn’t want to go with me,” you mumbled and he looks at you closer to better hear what you said.

“What?” He questioned.

“Yeah he asked if I really wanted to go then basically said his friend Aaron would love to go to the game too,” you mocked the last part of the sentence if the way Tristan said it to you.

“No those tickets were for the two of you, I’ll fight him on that,” Melo stated firmly and you quickly hushed him as if Tristan were in ear shot.

“I know, It’s okay though, Melo. I am grateful regardless.” You insisted and his eyes soften in response.

“You wanna come to another one?” He asked.

“Yes please,” you smiled.

“Okay,” he smiles, doing his signature ruffle of his hair with his hands in his curls. “I gotchu.”

“That curl is so perfect,” you tell him and he looks at you with a small smirk.

“Does it look okay?” He asked, touching it himself and misaligning it on his forehead.

“Wait don’t touch it, here,” you motioned him with your pointer finger to get closer. He has to bend down at his knees to meet eye level with you. You felt his strong gaze looking into your eyes as your fingers reached to twisted out the curl a couple of times. Feeling the blood rush to your cheeks, you avoided looking directly in his eyes.

“There,” you say.

“Look good?” He asks.

You nod slowly, finally gaining the courage to look into his eyes. You studied his face for a moment. Taking in all of his features. His lips slightly parted as the corner of his mouth formed a small grin. You realized the two of you were standing only inches apart.

“Yes,” you finally say, your brain struggling to form anymore words before quickly pulling away and backing up from him. “You ready?” You asked. “Mhmm,” he hums in response. He did his thing and you truly admired him in all of his Melo Ball glory. You snapped so many pictures your head was almost spinning. He was so energetic and ready for them and that excited you. “You’re doing so well,” you put the camera down and let it along around your neck. “Wanna take a break?” You ask. “I think I need some water.” His face grew in concern, “Oh yeah for sure, you okay though?” “Yeah yes I’m fine, sometimes I just get lightheaded,” you reassured him. “Well did you eat?” “Breakfast,” “At what time?” “I don’t even remember,” you shrugged. “Nah we gotta get you something to eat then,” he mumbled in a low tone and you chuckled. “Okayyy, we can. Let me finish my water first,” you say as you lean back in your chair. Melo watches you for a moment then gets up and starts dribbling around some more. You watch him as he dribbled the ball in between his legs. “So when did you know you wanted to play basketball?” You questioned him. “Pretty much all my life,” he shrugs. “My pops got us all into it pretty young. Always talking ‘bout how he wanted all of us to play for the Lakers.” “Well, I see his dream ended up turning out a little differently,” you responded. “Yeah well I mean, I don’t know if you knew but Zo played for the Lakers last season. But I think he’s happy now. It’s his life and his dream. Lavar Ball is just Lavar Ball,” he jokes. “Your dad?” You ask. “Yeah,” he chuckled. “I’m surprised you had never heard of him. He always doing something talking his shit,” he chuckled. “And what about your mom?” You ask. “She had a stroke in 2017, she’s getting kinda better. Everyday is different. She’s strong, I believe she’ll pull through though,” he stated and cleared his throat. “Aww I’m so sorry to hear that,” you sighed. “Yeah but I’ve said a lot though,” he chuckled. “What about you camera girl?” He questioned. “What about me,” you ask. “Well I hear your lil country accent come out here and there,” he smirked. “Where you born here?” You felt your cheeks get warm. “Yes,” you giggled. “Born and raised in Concord, North Carolina. It’s kind of a small town. I guess, compared to Charlotte.” “You like it here?” He asked. “It’s all I’ve ever known but I don’t mind it,” you shrug. “What about you Mr. Chino Hills?” You ask. “Did I tell you I was from there,” he asked while cocking a brow and your cheeks remain warm still. “Uhhh that or maybe I saw that on the Internet somewhere,” you mumbled.

“Oh you did your research camera girl?” He smirked, sitting down beside you now.

“No no not like that, nothing crazy,” you admit. “Okay now I feel like that came off weird, I’m sorry,” you say, looking down at your shoes.

“Stop all that apologizing Y/N, literally. You have such a big heart,” he objected, bringing his hand to your chin and lifting your face up ever so slightly before taking his hand back.

“Oh stop,” you say, barely audible with your nerves wracking up all the way to your throat.

“And how long have you been into photography?”

“Since I was 12, actually. My mom bought me my first camera even when we were at our so I really appreciate her for supporting my goals and dreams,” you beam and he smiles in response.

“Look at you making your dreams come to life. You ever think you’d be working with someone famous?” He teased.

“Hell no,” you laugh. “And I still haven’t, I’m dreaming of that day to come true soon,” you trail off with a smirk and he bursts out laughing.

“Stop playing with me,” he laughs while pushing your shoulder. “You funny camera girl.”

You admired his glow as he laughed. His smile was so cute, you rolled your eyes.

“You tryna do something after this?” He asks, more serious tone now. “Like get food,” he adds with his brows furred and a grin on his face.

“To be honest yes,” you admitted. “I’m starving.”

“Whatchu want? My treat,” he states.

“Awww Melo I can’t let you do that,” you objected.

“Well I’m letting me do it,” he says while putting his hand on his chest and nodding his head. You watched his he sling your bag over his shoulder like it was his own. His kindness winning you over for the hundredth time today.

“Fineee, I can’t deny food so you win,” you purse your lips. “Surprise me though because I don’t know what I want.”

“You want something quick? Or you tryna sit down and do all that,”

You squint your eyes at him for a moment.

“That’s up to you,” you say, thinking about all the possible people that would see the two of you in posted up at a restaurant together and wondered if that would stir some shit up.

“Don’t say that ‘cause I’ll say Chick-fil-A sound good to me,” he shrugs.

“Then let’s gooooo before I pass out,” you sigh.

He helps you up and is nice enough to help you pack your things in your bag. He asked where things went and gently placed your light equipment in the bags following your vocal instructions.

The two of you head out to his car. It was later in the evening now and dusk was approaching. You were surprised you had not heard from Tristan all day.

You placed your belongings in his backseat. Feeling more comfortable now, you reclined your seat, putting your hand over your head.

“You feeling any better yet?” He asked while placing his sunglasses on.

“Lil bit. Sorry we had to cut it short I usually don’t get like this,” you mumbled.

“Ah no worries. But if you throw up in my car we gon’ have to tussle.” He states while clicking his seatbelt on.

“It’s always beat my ass this or tussle that, you violent for what?” You laughed.

“I just wanna see you riled up. You so calm,” he laughs.

“Is that a bad thing,” you asked, looking at him now while he drove.

“Not at all.. I just wish you would realize… things.” He said.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like.. well.” He stopped speaking for a moment while he hit the gas when the light turned green.

You sat up now, looking at him sideways.

“Like what?” You repeated yourself.

“Like I don’t know..” he trialed off. “Like what you want to order from Chick-fil-A?”

“That’s not what you were about to say… but a number 1 meal with a sweet tea/lemonade mix and Polynesian Sauce please.”

“Okay,” he laughs.

“Now what were you bout to say?” You egged him on.

“It’s.. it might sound kinda bad coming out of my mouth so I’m not sure if I want to say it,” he stated.

You pulled up into the Chick-fil-A parking lot and he got into the drive-thru line.

“You might as well just say it because my anxiety already up,” you shrug.

“I just kinda wish you’d realize you deserve better,” he hesitated. “In… different parts.. of your life.”

You sit in silence for a moment until he makes eye contact with you again.

“You mean like my relationship?” You ask flatly.

He nods in response and you sigh.

“Yeah… yeah no you’re right I know.”

“You deserve better, the best type of treatment actually,” he nods.

He rolls down his window to order. You looked down at your phone. The guy taking his order recognized him and you mentally kicked yourself and looked out of your window.

“Nice to meet you man,” Melo waved.

You got to the window and Melo paid. They asked for a picture but he politely decline.

“I’m sorry my friend here isn’t feeling too good, if you don’t mind we are kind of in a hurry,” he says and the workers completely understand and were just happy to meet him.

Melo pulls off and you put your straw in your drink, quickly taking a sip. You decided to be nice and put his straw in his drink too.

“Aww you didn’t have to do that,” you state. “I feel bad.”

“Don’t it’s okay, I can always come back and meet him again another time.”

You look at him and smiled, then looked down into the bag to grab your food from out of it.

“I don’t know why but it’s starting to feel like Tristan is getting distant with me,” you sighed.

“Really? What’s he been up to?” Melo asked taking a bite out of a fry.

“All he really does lately is workout and work. He comes by to spend the night here and there but ever since we went to the game… he seems distracted.”

“That’s not right… you ask him ‘bout it?”

“To be honest no… I’m worried it will start an argument,” you admitted.

Melo ate as you spoke, nodding his head.

“It sound like he doesn’t know how to communicate his feelings,” he replied.

“Yeah.. that’s what it’s feeling like. I dunno what to do,” you shrug and continue to eat.

“I think you should try to talk to him I guess see what he has to say.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “You’re right.”

“Always am,” he smirked and you nudge his arm.

“Wait, you kinda wild for trying to eat in the car, do you mind if we do?” You asked.

“Nah it’s fine, I get it cleaned a lot- for free anyway,” he stated.

“Wow look at you,” you pursed your lips at him.

“Yeah..” he chuckled.

The two of you ate in silence for a moment.

“Do you even feel happy being with him?” He asked, causing you to go silent for a couple more moments.

“I’m sorry- that’s too many questions.” He stammered before you could get a word out. “You ready to go back home?” he asked.

“I don’t know anymore,” you quickly say.

“About going home?” He asked.

“No,” you laughed. “Well I mean yeah we can head back, I just mean I don’t know… I wish he would try harder to show appreciation towards me,” you say.

“Like I said, you deserve the best.” He stated while reaching down to grab his drink while driving. “Ew,” he says.

“What?” You questioned.

“I think I drank yours on accident my fault. You like this?” He laughed.

“Yes,” you replied while snatching the cup out his hand. “Watch it,” you warned with a smirk.

“My fault I didn’t do it on purpose,” he laughed.

“Don’t hate on it,” you stated.

“Loook we are homeee,” he sang while pulling into the parking garage.

He pulled into his spot and before he took his seatbelt off he stopped to look at you for a moment.

“How you feeling?”

“Better, thanks for asking,” you smiled.

“‘Course” he nods his head.

“….and thanks for making sure I was fed.”

“Can’t have you out here passing out and shit,” he shrugs while grabbing your back.

“How sweet of you,” you teased.

The two of you walk to the elevator and you make your way up.

“That was kinda funny how it was full earlier,” you say and he laughs with the memory coming to his mind.

“It never is,” you both say in unison and laugh.

When it reaches to your floor Melo walks you to the door and helps you bring in your stuff.

“Thank you for today… and everything.” He states quickly, placing your stuff down on your table.

“Of course, I had fun,” you nodded.

“I probably won’t see you for a bit, I’m flying out again to travel. But I’ll be back soon. I’ll let you know when I-“

You cut him off with a hug and his arms wrap around your back.

“I’ll miss you,” you say into his hoodie. You hear his laugh rumble through his chest. “Be safe.”

You released the hug but his hand stays on your back.

“Hmmm what’d you say about someone missing someone more last time when we were on the phone?” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up,” you say playfully. “I like having your energy around. It keeps me inspired,” you admitted to him and he smiled graciously.

“I’ll miss you too,” stated while pulling you into another hug before letting go again.

You walk him to the door and you say your see you laters. You shut the door and let out a huge sigh. You realized you really liked having Melo around. A lot. Like a lot a lot.

Shit.

Chapter 7

#lamelo x rem!reader #lamelo ball #lamelo ball fanfics #rookie year chapter 6

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simpinforkirari · 3 years

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picnic dates :]

(with hinata, yams, and lev)

masterlist over here >> voila !

✎ warnings: none tbh. if you see something, send me an ask/message :D

✎ word count: all of them are 300+ words, so its around 1.k words ( 〃▽〃)

✎ also-! gn pronouns will be used

✎ other stuff: for the sake of the story you have a pet cat :))

hinata shoyo

you two recently went on a picnic but it was with natsu

(spolier alert: this was when shoyo realized that you were perfect 🥺🥺)

this time shoyo wants a picnic with just the two of you, so he called you :D

he swears that his heart just burst with that nickname

before you could respond, he already ended the call >:(

“hi shoyo :))”

“y/n-chan!! wanna go on another picnic?”

“on a thursday, love?”

he wanted you to bring your cat ¿?

“actually, nevermind. i’d love to go shoyo”

“ok, ill se you in a bit. love you :DD”

“i love you too :))”

“oh, and y/n. bring your cat”

you got ready, AND LET ME TELL YOU, YOU LOOK MAGNIFICENT

you have a very lazy cat who likes to be comfy at all times so you decided to put your cat in a carrier

mwah, 10/10

whatever you were wearing, absolutely beautiful (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

shoyo greeted your parents while you hurriedly put on your shoes

once you said goodbye to your parents hinata tugged you outside

baby boy stared at you cuz you just looked so perfect (♡μ_μ)

he was carrying a lil basket with all the snacks and food you two liked

swinging your hand back and forth, shoyo lead you to wherever he was gonna lead you

your cat was just chilling enjoying the scenery while you and hinata chatted

he led you to a lil hill, and laid everything out

(he even brought your favorite candies ಡωಡ)

and your cat, had their own buffet

(he watched those people on tiktok who made really appetizing food for cats 😌)

AGHGHDHG he loves you so much

at one point you two get tired so he pulls out a book for you to read out loud

lays his head on your lap cuz he knows how much you love to play with his hair

your cat sorta just cuddles near hinata and let’s hinata pet them

one of the best and calming days you’ve ever had

yamaguchi tadashi

beach!! picnic!!

this was something you’ve been planning together for a while now

and now was the perfect time

the sun was very much bright, but it wasn’t too hot (⌒▽⌒)☆

“yams. yams. yams. yams.”

“yes, y/n?”

“let’s have the picnic today, if you’re free”

“alright, love. ill get ready then ill pick you up, how does that sound?”

yamaguchi peaks outside his window to see that it was, in fact, the perfect weather

“perfect :)) bye ‘dashi, love you :D”

“bye-bye :]”

like a lil strawberry 🍓🥺

he stands frozen on his spot for a little bit cuz he’s just so fcking in love with you

yams even has an outfit planned for you

while you didnt- HAHHA

while you were getting ready, you’re cat sorta just became your judge

once yams knocked on your front door, you let him in

like they would look away anytime they didn’t like the fit lol

ฅ(•ㅅ•❀)ฅ

he placed the basket of food on your dining table while you take out the food you promised to bring

your cat practically gravitated towards him so you bet your ass yamaguchi went to your cat first before you (ಥ﹏ಥ)

(dhmu only the real ones know)

you got very pouty and all he did was laugh at you

mans knows you too well already

giving your cat one last head pat, you and yams head out to the beach

“soryy, baby”

* gives you a lil kith kith

(｡・// з //・｡)*

(its 12:12 rn, gotta love angel numbers)

“you ready to go?”

“mhm!”

once you arrived, you picked out a spot that wasn’t too busy and laid out the blanket

one of the snacks tadashi brought was lunchbox cakes :DD

oh i forgot to mention that at one point, the both of you got bored so dipped your feet in the water

but it ended with both of you soaking wet

and smelling like salt water

its alright tho, you came prepared and brought the both of you towels :DD

and a change of clothes

the picnic ended with a couple of smooches

lev haiba

your picnic wasn’t really planned lol

it was a friday and their training just ended

lev was a lil sad cuz he got a harsh scolding from kenma AND yaku (눈_눈)

(lol if you take the eye used in the emoticon (눈) is translates to “eye” in korean)

there was a new convenience store nearby that just opened

they sold pre-made sandwiches, you took 2 of them and a couple of drinks

just in case lev got hungry after training

lev leaned by the wall of the gym while waiting for you

leaning down to your height (if you’re shorter than him), you placed a chaste kiss on his forehead

“ Lyovochka! im here ＼(＾▽＾)／”

“y/n-chan :DD”

istg no one from the team ever seen him so excited before

“i’m feeling energized already! mm. whats this?”

“i got some sandwiches from the new store :] i was thinking we could share some”

slinging his bag over his shoulder with one hand, his other hand rested on your waist

“wahh, thank you y/n-chan !!”

“you’re welcome, lev :DD ready to go?”

“mhm :D”

it was already pretty dark out but dont worry you have lev to protect you ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ

(spoiler: people who were walking past you thought ya’ll were so cute 🥴)

anyways, so you two found an empty playground with monkey bars

you both climbed the monkey bar and sat on top of it

your pinkies were lightly touching while the other hand held onto the sandwich you were eating

lev had your drink resting in between his thighs

there was a festival happening nearby, you guys were able to catch some firework action ╰(*´︶`*)╯

(this seems cliche, ik, but i’ve experienced this and it was actually really fun)

once you two decided it was time to go home, you climbed down the monkey bars

passing by some vendors, lev found a toy that your cat would surely love :))

so he bought it :DD

lev followed you all the way home, making sure you were safe

he welcomed himself in and gave the toy to your cat

(your cat loved it btw)

he said goodbye to you with a thank you and a peck to your forehead

hi there!! i hope this was ok. my second post got a hundred notes lol :DD that made me very much happy (*¯ ³¯*)♡

#oh heyy #ahaha fuck #nekoma x reader #karasuno x reader #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu!!

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dolliedarlin · 2 years

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Hi Dollie what have you been up to? College stressful? Hmm do they ever give you a break? Ik here my college doesn't. Work Work Work uhhh, but what can you do? I try to make the best of it..gonna help a tremendous bit in the future!

hi there, dollface!

recently, i've been recovering from a cold/flu and had to miss quite a lot of things from my course so i'm quite stressed, especially with my formative essay due on thursday after that, i'll have to quickly get into the groove of things, with 3 practicals a week and hardly enough time in between to study all the content for said practicals, all followed by a weekend of consolidation and prep for the upcoming week - i'm truly living the university life XD so stressful! gahhh!

but it's okay, i'll live so don't worry your pretty face, my love ;)

fortunately, my course does give my breaks; every 6 weeks, we have a well-being week where no new content is posted to learn and we get to do whatever we want! some people can choose to use it productively or to just be lazy, our professors and personal tutors don't care, they just want our well-being to be taken care of and considered important enough to have a week off. it's truly a blessing that i'm grateful for. i'd preferably use it to waste my day away being a lazy bean or focusing more on improving my spaces, daily routines and habits but this upcoming well-being week is going to be spent catching up on work i've missed when i got sick TT^TT

we're on the same boat there somewhat, apparently, the well-being week is only implemented on very demanding courses in my university such as biomedical sciences, medicine etc but i wish they would do it for all courses, every one should have a chance to take care of their mental health and well-being

but, you're right in the fact that it'll help us with discipline and learning to be resilient. that's a really good mindset to have! if you continue that, you're definitely going places

we've got this! but if things really do get stressful, maybe even too stressful, feel free to come to me and vent and i will do my best to make it better, i can't guarantee solving your problem and making things go away but i'll be there for anything else you may need of me <3

#love; dollie #precious anon

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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♾️ro update/infinity knot update♾️

Hi cuties! I hope that you are doing very well on this wonderful morning, evening or afternoon!

~First! The Infinity Knot Updates!~

Thank you for your participation with our first poll! I’m starting to see a favorite arise already ;)

Since the last chapter was a bit long, I’m planning on this next chapter to be of a shorter length since I know that’s preferred to some! (Esp since I know we are all busy and have lives :)

Bonus content begins today! I know that I said it would start sooner, however with the way that I was just introducing things yesterday it didn’t feel quite right. Keep an eye out for those!

Bc I’m a doof, I miscalculated the length of this event, so it’ll really be ending on Thursday, 07/29, with the final, full length fic posting on Friday, 07/30! There was an error in my planning sheet so I apologize for this!

~Second, The Ro Updates!~

I was looking at an old, nearly-completed WIP of mine that I could potentially post this week! I wasn’t too sure about posting it with everything that we’ve got going on with IK, but if you’d be interested in reading it, I’d love to share! Its on the longer side, approx 8-9k words.

I’d love to know what you think of Infinity Knot!! For some reason, Tmblr is choosing to be so freakin’ rude and not put my passages in the tags, so any feedback is greatly appreciated 🥺 to everyone that’s been reblogging with their excitement I’ve been seeing those and they make me so so happy 🥺

#ro updates #ro talks #IK updates

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skelemira · 3 years

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GIVE THE UL SNAS AND ROWAN LORE PLS PLS PLS I NEED THIS

OK FINALLY DONE WITH ART AND ON THE BUS HOME LET'S *DO THIS*

But before I start I should say this is not my characterization, it's actually how my bestest friend @hyacinthlanes characterizes him (she's also the one who drew my pfp btwwwwww I love you Saphhhhhhhh)

Aight so these two motherhuggers are the cutest fRICKING couple you ever will see. So I actually lowkey uh forgot how they met, I don't even think I set it in stone, I think I started writing a oneshot about it and then just straight up didn't finish it lol but I think I'm gonna go with that they meet at Muffet's.

(btw when I refer to Sans and Papyrus hereforth I mean UL Snas and Paps)

So Paps has a bit of a sweet tooth, nothing major just a bit of a craving for pastries now and then, and he knows Muffet is good about not making her pastries with an ungodly amount of sugar, so he pops by every once in a while. So one time he goes to Muffet's and he sees a new waitress. Now Muffet has *never* hired somebody to help her, so that immediately caught his attention. He noticed that she was a little bit awkward, clearly new to waitressing, and a little bit clumsy every now and then, though she seemed a bit more fearful of Muffet when she made mistakes than he thought was brought on by Muffet being a spider.... Especially because Muffet seemed to be acting extra sweet to the waitress. The waitress eventually got to him, asking for his order before stopping herself and apologizing, introducing herself as Rowan and then asking for his order again.

He brought out all the charm he could, and by the end of the conversation he had even coaxed a giggle out of her. It wasn't even much of a giggle, and she quickly stifled it, but he knew in that moment he would do anything to hear her full blown laugh. (In a completely platonic way, dw there is no jealousy. Though perhaps it might go a different way in an au 👀👀👀)

He went home and Sans noticed he was much more upbeat than normal. Usually when he went to Muffet's he was happy but he would go straight for a 5 mile jog to "burn off the sugar", but this time Paps just went into the kitchen to start prepping for dinner, humming merrily.

Eventually Sans pried it out of Paps about the new waitress and how adorable she was, and you just KNOW Sans is a sucker for adorable things so he decided to pay Muffet a visit (though he would definitely get Grillby's after to "atone").

Yeah so uh it took a couple of weeks for him to get around to going to Muffet's, not that he was dreading it, he just takes his sweet time to do something he says he's gonna do.

He steps one foot into Muffet's and curses under his breath.

Because he sees Rowan tentatively confident, making a joke with Muffet as she wiped down a table, and the ensuing giggle had a burst of magic zip through him, apparently so much that Muffet paused in her laughter, her gaze going to him and raising one eyebrow.

(I really just ended up writing a whole thing huh XDDD)

He saw a glimpse of that confident radiance peeking through the walls that seemed to be slowly crumbling and he became resolved to break them down, if just to see what was hiding behind them.

It started with him trying out various comedy routines as she took his order, anything to hear that giggle again (oh my stars she likes *puns*), and it eventually turned to flirting (her blush is *adorable* and he loves it more than anything) which eventually turned to him asking her out. She said yes <3 (obviously lol) and they started going out.

So obviously my boi Sans has some trauma, we hc him here as asexual, but I mean either way being forced to be in constant heat is gonna have some nasty consequences even if you weren't asexual, plus he feels like in other people's eyes he's been reduced to just sex, plus a lot of other stuff that I'm not going to mention bc that's Saph's territory lol (Btw forgot to mention Rowan is panro-ace like me <3 bc self indulgence XDDD)

So having a girlfriend who is also asexual and doesn't *at all* expect sex or even really want it most of the time if at all and who's basically like a best friend but also romantic is just. Exactly what he needs. Their dates are just the cutest and they both understand the other has trauma so when one has days where the "air is heavy" (basically days where it's hard to move or hard to breathe, like the air is too heavy to move through etc) the other is just there for them. ANYWAY they're too cute your honor

So eventually they move in together, think cottagecore and you've got basically Rowan and Oberon's house, they're adorable and their home is so cozy.

There are so many little moments that are just adorable I can't even think of them all but eventually they get married.

I love. Their wedding okay.

Like have you seen that post of a couple that invited their friends to a party they said was a costume party but it was actually their wedding? Yeah that's them. Except the people know it's a wedding, they just can wear whatever the heck the want, the wackier the better. Their wedding is outdoors and full of shenanigans and laughs and I don't quite remember who I had officiate, it might've been Grillby or my friend's sona, but ik Muffet was the maid of honor.

Tho since they shared so many friends it wasn't really a split situation, the wedding parties were all just kind of mixed together. Rowan was barefoot and it was by the edge of a forest so it was very nature-y (Rowan gardens like a LOT I mentioned it like offhand in the last post).

Super super cute.

Now RANDOM TIDBITS

Sans' favourite food is apple pie. Why? Because Rowan smells like apples. (Or it's her scones bc goshDANG they are good).

Rowan's favourite color is the purple of Sans' eyelights.

Sans (with Papyrus' help) builds Rowan a greenhouse with floating pink magic lights and it's the most romantic fricking place ever.

When their relationship is first starting to get serious, they plant a tree together (a Rowan tree aha). (If/when they have kids, the kids would play underneath that tree).

Sans' favourite colour is the red of Rowan's hair (it looks pink in the picture but it's kind of a pinkish red, like a pink lady apple).

Rowan and Papyrus have such a good relationship with each other man. Like when Paps finds out Rowan is drinking **EVERCLEAR** every night he is like absolutely Not you uncultured swine (affectionate) and so he starts up a Wine Night with her. Every Thursday he brings a new wine for them to try while maybe doing a puzzle or just chatting or baking or something. Together they become wine connoisseurs (bro I spelled that right the first time without autocorrect look at me go)

Ok I'm rambling at this point but uh yes <3 you're also free to ask me random questions about these two if you'd like!!!! Thank you so much for the ask Hyper beloved <333333 literally Saph is like almost the whole reason UL Sans is my husband now lol.

#ask #oc #Rowan beloved #UL Sans #Underlust Sans #Sans x OC #x sona??#anywhodles #I love these two okay I live vicariously through Rowan just to get some goshdang cuddles

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ikenbar · 3 years

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH3 PT12 (end of chapter)

Sorry for my tardiness!! 2020′s one heck of a no thanks pal

AS A HEADS UP!!: I have already finished chapter four so there will be another post next Wednesday/Thursday. Now, normally I would do a one shot about Ike before I post the chapter but, because it took me so long to post this one, I won’t keep you guys waiting this time. And, trust me, you don’t want to wait too long for this next post ;P Enjoy the last part of chapter three!!

Warnings: None. Lucien being a fluffy boy. Adrienne being a queen. I guess Ike says the word “hell” if you’re sensitive to that........ oh but the epilogue gets intense. Without spoiling anything, be prepared to hate me for that cliffhanger :D

(Chapter Three (Victor and Lucien) prologue and part one, and parts two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter three:

Part twelve:

I sighed as I leaned on the entryway of the front porch, taking in the fresh autumn air. The neighborhood was nearly completely dark with a few dull street lights and dimly lit houses surrounding the block. I closed my eyes and went over what happened that night in my head.

After our group hug, Bart and Maria apologized profusely for being so distant and rude and promised to keep my thoughts and feelings in mind next time I made that kind of decision. I assured them that I wouldn’t do something like that again, but something in me told me that that was a lie. Sam went on telling everyone that he had trusted me the whole time and that he would never doubt me like they had. Adri praised him but Maria didn't find his words to be all that funny. Chris hadn’t uttered a word the whole time they spoke. Lucien offered to pop the champagne he had brought but I insisted on them having it without me, wanting to get that fresh air I had set out for before. This time, they let me go without question.

Shifting slightly against the creaky wood, I pulled out my phone from my pocket and opened it up. Scrolling through my contacts, I stopped at a particular name.

Victor.

My finger hesitated over the call button. Victor had asked me to call him whenever I had a bad day. Would today count? Should I tell him? Or was he just saying that I could call him to be nice?

The front door opened, quickly snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Lucien stepping out of it. He was carrying two champagne glasses full of a bubbly substance. He locked eyes with me and smiled. “May I join you?” He asked sweetly.

“Only if one of those glasses is for me.” I said, standing from the entryway and pocketing my phone. Lucien’s smile widened as he walked out into the cold and towards me. He handed me one of the glasses. “Although you might want to extinguish that fire.” I said nonchalantly as I took a glass.

“Fire?” Lucien asked.

“The one on your pants. You know, from all your lying.” I took a sip of the champagne as I watched Lucien’s face. He was still clearly confused so I continued, “Your cold? That you had gotten from looking for me last night? Yeah, that was a lie. Your eyes aren’t puffy, you don’t sound congested, you’ve only sneezed once tonight and that sneeze was at the dinner table and clearly faked.” My casual expression fell into one of a glare, “You’re a liar. You just wanted to get Maria riled up to pull an answer out of me.” Lucien paused for a moment longer. Then his lips curved into a teasing grin.

“Actually, my intention was to bring the topic up on my own.” Lucien said plainly, “Maria’s input was a pleasant surprise.” My eyebrows furrowed deeper.

“So instead of giving me the chance to have a sincere and honest explanation with you while we were alone, you decided to humiliate me in front of my family?” My words made Lucien drop his grin. I brought my champagne glass to my lips and directed my eyes back to the quiet neighborhood, “Cool. Cool cool cool. Noted.”

“I had no intention to humiliate you.” Lucien said earnestly, tilting his head so he reentered my vision, “I merely had the feeling that they hadn’t heard the truth about that night either. And, from their reactions, I could tell my feeling was correct.” My grip tightened on the glass as I took a long sip of my drink, avoiding Lucien’s eye contact further. Lucien sighed, “I’m sorry you feel humiliated, but don’t you feel better letting yourself go like that? It must have been strenuous to have kept all that to yourself.” I thought for a moment then shook my head.

“That doesn’t matter.” I growled, “That was a scummy thing for you to do. This night was supposed to be about Adri’s arrival. You made me look like a child begging for attention. Screaming for her mother to look at her and only her…” I paused, “... It was pathetic the way I acted. No wonder they-”

“Ike,” Lucien interrupted, “No one belittled you after you left. In fact, the first words Christopher said were, ‘That was strong of her to do.’ He was right. You showed strength in a way that you could never show in a gym. Strength that will stay with those kids for the rest of their lives. I’m sure everyone in that room cares even more for you then they did before... I know I do.” Lucien’s last words finally pulled my eyes away from the neighborhood and into him. They immediately met his eyes, full of gentle adoration. "Anyone who can speak so powerfully like that earns every bit of my respect. But you,” Lucien walked closer to me. I tried to keep the distance but ended up backing myself into the pillar behind me. Lucien closed the distance between us and leaned his arm on the pillar over my head, “You have earned much more than just respect from me.” His voice was lower than before, cutting out every other sound from around us. I could feel his warm breath against my chilled cheeks, making my face burn brightly. Lucien chuckled.

“Is me being this close making you uncomfortable?” Lucien brushed his cold finger tip against my cheek as he looked meaningfully down to me.

“Wh-what do you think?!” I tried to hold the same indifferent tone but the distance that he held between us was nerve racking, sending my thoughts and voice spiraling out of control.

Lucien chuckled again but, instead of pressing the subject further, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, familiar looking bag. “You forgot this when you left yesterday.” Lucien teased, shaking the bag in front of me. I held out my hand and Lucien dropped it into my palm. It was the present he had bought for me at that strange thrift shop. I handed him my glass and pulled at the drawstring of the bag. I turned the bag upside down and a chain swirled onto my palm, only ending as a small charm in the shape of a flying bird topped it off. I eyed the necklace, slightly confused.

Lucien, sensing my confusion, said, “It’s a phoenix. A bird of legend that regenerates from the ashes that its predecessor burned in, becoming strong and young again.”

“I know what a phoenix is.” I arched my eyebrow and looked at Lucien, “Why would you want me to have this?”

“Because, much like the phoenix, I watched you rise from your ashes last night.” Lucien took the necklace from me and placed the glasses on a small table just behind me. Lucien opened the clasp of the necklace and reached around my neck to put it on. His cold fingertips occasionally grazed the back of my neck, causing me to tense and my face to flush.

After a moment of fumbling, Lucien pulled his hands away from me. The charm fell and stopped just below my collarbone. “You set your past aside to spend a night with me.” Lucien continued, “And then tonight, you showed me how strong you could be and let loose the fire you held inside of you."

“But I left you.” I quickly said, snapping my eyes onto his, “I didn’t learn anyth-”

“You can’t expect to completely change yourself in a night, can you?” Lucien softly interrupted my doubts. I looked in his eyes for a moment longer before looking down again. He may have been right, but why did I still feel so wry of him? After that night, after Lucien proved he wasn’t a threat, I should feel more trusting towards him, right? Was there something I was missing?

Lucien leaned closer to my face. I quickly leaned back, hitting my head against the post behind me. Lucien smirked and rubbed the top of my head softly. I tensed my shoulders.

“Don’t pet me like I’m a do-”

“Did you ever figure out what those flowers represent?” Lucien’s soft whisper shut my mouth instantly. I froze. I had completely forgotten about the flowers. Lucien, noticing my change of expression, shook his head slightly. His smirk turned into a soft smile.

Lucien opened his mouth but was interrupted by a creaking from the front door. I quickly whipped my head around and saw Adri standing in the doorway. She looked shocked at first but, slowly, her lips curved into a teasing grin. “Sorry,” Adri mused, “Should I come back later? Or would you like me to show you two to some place a little more... private?” I cleared my throat and I shoved Lucien away, a sharp burn running through my cheeks.

“Though I would love to take you up on that offer,” Lucien laughed playfully, “I’m afraid I must take my leave. I need to pack for my flight.”

“Flight?” I asked, feeling the flush in my cheeks slowly fade, “Where are you going?”

“It’s a business trip.” Lucien assured, centering his attention back onto me. He rested his hand on top of my head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I’m not worried.” I rolled my eyes and brushed his hand off of my head. Lucien smiled sweetly at me. He looked back to Adri.

“It was a pleasure to see you again, Adrienne.” He said in his usual gentlemanly tone.

“Likewise.” She saluted him casually and leaned against the doorway. Lucien directed his attention back to me. He leaned in close to my face.

“Until we meet again, Evelyn.” He whispered, sending the butterflies in my stomach into a raging fit.

“S-since when did I give you permission to-”

Lucien kissed my cheek, silencing me. Waves of heat filled my body, making it impossible for me to calm myself. I felt a distinct burning rush to my cheeks and heart, catching my breath in the process. I quickly shoved Lucien away from me. "What the hell?!” I growled, glaring at him fiercely.

“Sorry.” He laughed, “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Yeah, well, a warning would have been nice.” I muttered, still struggling to compose myself. Lucien arched an eyebrow.

“Now that you have been warned,” Lucien bent close to my face again, “would you like me to try again?” My eyes widened. I threw my hand onto Lucien’s mouth, stopping him from coming any closer.

“Don’t. you. dare.” I said through my teeth, the blush on my cheek betraying my attempt to be scary. Lucien chuckled and stood up again. He placed his hand on my head and patted it softly.

“Silly girl.” He sighed, “I’ll text you when I land safely, alright?” I opened my mouth to refuse but stopped.

“Fine.” I finally said, folding my arms and locking eyes with him, “Get home safe.” Lucien’s eyes flashed with surprise. Then they relaxed into that all too familiar front of adoration.

“You too.” He smiled warmly, “Goodnight, Evelyn.” Lucien turned and regarded Adri with a nod, who nodded back casually. Then he turned, catching my eyes with a glance before walking off the porch, avoiding the third step, and walking confidently to his car. I watched him leave. Some time had already passed since his kiss but my heart still slightly fluttered.

...

How could I still feel his lips on my cheek..?

“Wow!” Adri approached my side, “Are things normally this chaotic here?”

“Normally someone gets hurt.” I said, casually reaching for the glasses Lucien left behind.

“Well, the night is still young.” Adri chuckled and folded her arms in front of her, “So, you and the Professor, huh?” My hand froze over my glass. Growling, I grabbed both glasses. One by one, I gulped down each glass quickly and skillfully. I sighed as I faced the neighborhood again, taking a seat on the first step of the porch.

“Woah!” Adri giggled, “That bad?”

“You have no idea.” I sighed and closed my eyes, letting the cold air cool my burning face. I heard the floorboards creak as Adri approached and sat next to me.

“Well, I like him.” Adri hummed. We both sat in silence for a moment, drinking in the night and the sounds of the still neighborhood…

“Hey." Adri suddenly said. I hummed my response, "Can we talk about what happened in there? You know, at dinner?” My stomach dropped.

“Sure.” I acknowledged her but kept my eyes closed, “What about it?”

“Well, that was quite an act you put on but, I think we both know it was bull.”

I flung my eyes open and whipped my head to Adri. She kept her gaze towards the neighborhood, a grin slowly forming on her lips.

“Excuse me?” I asked wryly.

“You were buffing!” Adri said simply, turning to me, “You told me in my room that you were an ‘emotionally distant adrenaline hog,’ right?”

“... Yeah?” I said, slowly catching on to what she was implying.

“Well, if that were the case then you would have embraced the mugging. In fact, you would have probably bragged about how you took him down with one punch. Like some sort of anime hero.” I raised my eyebrows slightly. She got me there, "My question is, why lie? What are you trying to hide from Lucien? It can’t be embarrassment.”

“Oh really?” I folded my arms, “And why’s that?”

“Because you had already made an absolute fool of yourself at the table.” There goes no one belittling me about what I said, “So, why then?”

After a moment, I furrowed my brow seriously, “...you want the truth?”

Adri looked me earnestly in the eye, “Yes.”

“I am an evolved human being with superpowers and a target on my back. I think Lucien may be in on the plan to kill me.”

“... Fine! Don’t tell me. But I’m going to just let Maria and Bart know that the whole thing was a lie and they were worried for nothing.” Adri moved to stand.

“Wait.” I grabbed Adri’s coat sleeve, “... I’m just... having trouble with being… normal.” Adri paused, then sat back down again, I continued, “Lucien was the first person I ever went on a date with. I’ve never really opened myself up for anyone before. I… don’t really know who I can trust.” An awkward silence brushed the air.

“... Well,” Adri dumped my arm playfully, “You can trust me!” I turned to look at Adri again. She was smiling confidently at me. I sighed and smiled softly back.

“I know.” I said happily, “What you did for me in there was really sweet. What with you making up a story and all.”

“Oh I didn’t make up anything!” Adri’s smile widened, “That whole thing about my friend getting her tongue stuck on a pole was true! It’s actually one of my favorite stories to tell!... if you wanna hear it that is.” I shrugged and turned to face her, leaning back against the pole and folding my arms. I waved for her to start talking. Adri beamed and turned to face me better as well. “The day was August eighteenth!” She began, wiggling her fingers in the air to prepare the scene. I listened to her carefully, enjoying the time we spent as sisters as that beautiful autumn evening came to a close.

Epilogue:

The weekend passed swiftly and, before I knew it, I was walking into my office once again. I had my eyes glued to my phone as I pushed open my door, paying no mind to what could have been behind it. A sweet, flowery fragrance graced my face, making me halt in my steps. I looked up and found a beautiful vase of flowers sitting predominantly in the middle of my desk. Startled, I walked over to them. “Minor?” I called out of my office, “Where did these flowers come from?” Minor poked his head in the door.

“Dunno!” He said, walking in briskly, “The delivery guy just told me they were for you.” I hummed, only half listening to what he had said. My attention was more focused on the most prominent part of the bouquet.

The blue hyacinth.

My fingers brushed the particular flower. My slowly eyes fell on a small, azure blue note sticking out from in between the flowers. I pulled it out and read it.

“The blue hyacinth represents fidelity and loyalty from the person giving the flowers. You can rely on me for any and all things.

“I promise you will never have to be alone again.”

“Lucien.” I whispered the donor’s name, a soft smile growing on my face. Minor looked at me, curiously.

“Who’s Lucien?” He pried. I dropped my smile and looked up at him. My eyes fell on his empty hands.

“Where’s my coffee?” Returning my voice to the same tactless tone as before, “It’s eight o’clock.”

“O-on your desk, of course!” Minor stammered, gesturing to my desk, “I would never forget such a thing!”

“Then why are you still here?” My tone dripped with disapproval as I arched my brow. Minor nodded quickly and left the room as quick as he entered, leaving me alone with the flowers. I returned my attention to the card in my hand, giving it one last look of fondness. Then I cleared my throat, putting the note carefully back in the vase, and started my day.

>>>

I had finally gotten back in the groove of working when Minor approached my desk and placed a mug in front of me. I looked at it skeptically. “What’s this?” I asked, gesturing to the mug with the pen in my hand.

“It’s green tea!” Minor responded cheerily, “It’s supposed to help heal sprained ankles!”

“You mean the sprained ankle I recovered from a week ago?” I asked, pushing the mug away with my pen, “I’ve still got my coffee. I don’t need this. Take it away.”

“I know, it’s just...” Minor shifted slightly in his shoes, “... Gavin asked me to make sure I helped you with your recovery in any way I can. And since he is being released from the hospital today, I figured I would try something a little extra! I want to make sure you and Gavin are at your best when you finally go ou-”

“Is Gavin your boss?”

“... No?”

“Then I don’t see why you are taking orders from him and not me.” I eyed Minor dangerously, “Get this away from me.

“Now.”

“Y-yes, mam!” Minor bowed apologetically and snatched the green tea from my desk. He left the room with haste, carefully trying not to spill contents of the mug in his hands. I rolled my eyes.

Gavin had been persistent that my well being was taken care of while he was at the hospital. Luckily I had worked Minor hard enough that, most of the time, he forgot about it. Things tended to slip through sometimes though.

It was going to be nice to have it all behind us now that Gavin was getting out of the hospital. It was also going to be nice seeing him up and walking again. And out of those stupid hospital garments and back in his jean jacket…

That I had soaked and ruined with the smell of rotting fish.

I quickly scribbled a note about getting Gavin a new one when my phone rang.

“Speaking.” I demanded, answering so quick that I didn’t see the caller id.

“Woah! Is that any way to address your sidekick?”

My heart stopped.

Kiro.

Kiro had called me.

Stay cool, Ike. Stay cool.

“S-sorry!” I stammered, blushing slightly, “I didn’t see the caller id!”

“A likely story!” Kiro’s smirk played through his words, “So, the great Super Stranger is a business woman!”

My heart froze. “H-how did you...?”

“You answered the phone so professionally!” Kiro chuckled happily, “Business woman by day, hero by night! I’m writing that down in my notes!”

“Notes?” I asked slowly, “Notes for what exactly?”

“To guess who you are of course!! What else?!”

“Right.” I nervously cleared my throat, “So, why did you call me? Just to get more hints about who I am?”

“No, Silly!” Kiro’s laughed, easing my nerves slightly, “Savin just told me the good news! Your friend got the funding for the show! Congrats!!”

“Yeah.” The smile I had been trying to hold back finally released itself, “W-... they are starting filming in two weeks. Thank you, Kiro. They couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Hey, don’t call me Kiro!” Kiro pouted, “Call me by my hero name! Have you had time to think about it yet?” My stomach dropped.

“Actually, I have.” I cleared my throat and drummed my pen on my table. Nervous butterflies found their way back into my stomach, “I’m thinking something along the lines of-”

The sound of broken glass erupted from behind me, cutting me off. I covered my head and braced for contact.

When nothing came, I looked behind me. My window had been broken. The broken glass that still clung to the windowsill showed a strange shape, as if something had been thrown through it.

“Super Stranger? Are you ok?” Kiro’s worried voice snapped me back to attention, “What happened?”

“I’m... fine.” I slowly said, looking around, “Someone just... smashed my window. But how? We are on the second highest flo-”

My stomach dropped to my feet.

There, just beyond some glass fragments, was a black mask. On its forehead, sat a large, glistening, green scarab.

My breathing quickened as I stood briskly from my chair. It was exactly as Hickman had described it. Black mask and green scarab. There was no mistaking that it was the same thing.

Except it’s eyes were blinking.

Blinking with an all too familiar red light.

I dropped my phone.

This can’t be happening. My thoughts spiraled like they did at the warehouse, Not again. I can’t lose anyone else. Not like I lost Gavin. I looked around the room quickly trying to find a way out of it all. My eyes landed on my desk. I knew exactly what to do.

End of Chapter Three :D

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