#so hopefully my brain fucks off finally together with my anxiety and they let me sleep in my own damn bed đŹ
Finally finished editing that months-old post-canon VP fic, omgg đ© Hopefully I can write my rambling notes tomorrow and post it too! That'd be nice.
And now gotta go and try to get some sleep, wish me luck đȘ
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Something Different
Jaemin x Reader (ft. Jeno and Haechan)
Genre: angst, fluff - proofread â
Summary: A co-worker invites you go clubbing with some other co-workers and friends. Among those includes Jaemin, who youâve been crushing on since you started working for SM Entertainment as a staff member. But eventually the night gets to you and you just want to go home - who comes to your rescue?
Word Count: 4k
Content Warnings: use of she/her pronouns, reader is y/n, alcohol use, being pretty intoxicated, being distrusting, anxiety bcuz clubs are overstimulating, finger nail picking, I canât think of anything else
AN: this is sorta based off the premise that you moved to Korea for college and because of your skills (in whatever field) you applied and were hired by SM as staff. Youâre usually assigned to work with NCT Dream.
Moving to South Korea, on my own, not too many people i want to keep contact with back home, I could that was getting a little lonely. Life before Korea was filled with pain and heartache. So when I had an opportunity for a fresh I took it eagerly. I very rarely have time to go out and interact with people besides those at work and college. Finals were finally over for this semester and to say my brain was overexhausted was an absolute understatement. The Saturday after finals week I got a text from a co-worker, Sujin, that Iâm friendly with - one that I could see myself calling a good friend if only we had more time together - inviting me to come with her and some others to a club the next weekend. I am not a club person, the crowds and the darkness mixed with flashing lights made me light headed and worst of all - Iâm a total light-weight. Regardless I accepted, hopefully this was my chance to actually make friends and have someone to talk to. Trust and relationships of any kind were extremely difficult for me due to past experiences, but I was trying to get out of my comfort zone so I wouldnât spend the rest of my life alone.
I had a little money saved, not a lot, but enough to maybe buy a round or two of drinks for the table. After already accepting the invitation, I asked who all was coming.
Sujin: not 100% :/ I know Jia is going and Iâm pretty sure some other staff member, Jaemin, Haechan, And Jeno are going and also bringing a friend
Well fuck. I had been into Jaemin since I started working at SM. Heâs just so cute and so handsome at the same time and heâs always able to make me laugh no matter how Iâm feeling. I could never tell him though, Iâm positive he isnât interested and Iâm not about to embarrass myself with someone I have to interact with several times a week. Thereâs occasional flirting that makes my beat almost violently but he seems to be that way with everyone. I did my best not to let any of it get to me and keep my relationship and my stance towards him completely professional.
Y/N: oh okay sounds goodđ see you Monday<3
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*time jump to the next weekend*
(AN: so I have this outfit pictured but, of course, you can do whatever you want :P)
I took a last (actually a few more) looks at my outfit and adding accessories. I was so nervous my hands had a slight shake to them but I persevered. I walked out of my room and into the front area were Sujin and the co-worker Sujin mentioned, Jia, were also making their finishing touches. We all agreed to meet up at my apartment to get ready together and pregame.
âOh my god! Iâm never seen you show so much skin, you look so pretty!â Sujin smiled, excitedly.
âYou guys look gorgeous too. Iâm so nervous, I feel like everyone is gonna see my whole ass at some point.â I chuckled, tugging the dress down my legs a bit more.
I sat on the couch next to Jia as Sujin sat on the rug underneath my coffee table, carefully gluing a few jewels to her face while staring into a table mirror.
âSo how well does everyone know everyone that will be there?â I questioned as I folded my legs up next to me on the couch.
âA higher up staff member is coming, his name is Bumsoo - pretty sure he does something in production. I havenât really talked to him a lot. Jenoâs friend⊠I think his name is Jiyun, Jihoon, or something. Haechan and his friend, donât know his name. And Jaemin and a friend of his, Aera. So not a lot.â Jia stated whiled scrolling through her phone.
My heart sunk so far down I forgot how to breathe for a second. Aera? Is she his girlfriend? Someone heâs seeing? Iâve never heard talk about Jaemin dating or seeing anyone - and itâs kind of part of my job to know these things. Maybe it wasnât important for me to know from higher-ups but still, there was no talk around the building for it either that I was aware of. Before I could think about what I was saying, I blurted out, sharply:
âWhoâs Aera?â
The sound in my voice was very obviously on edge which signaled to Sujin, who was still somewhat paying attention, to pause her gluing. She glanced at me over the mirror with one eyebrow quirked. Before she could say anything Jia answered.
âA friend, I assume - maybe a little more than a friend, who knows. I havenât heard anything about any of the three dating at the moment.â
Sujin squinted at me as my expression went from stressed to still stressed but slightly relieved. She definitely caught that but she kept it to herself thankfully. I was getting the impression that Jia has the beginning of being a huge gossip. Who knows who would get word of that information of my liking Jaemin. The higher-ups could assign me somewhere else if someone found out but then again maybe they donât care. Either way, I relieved by her silence.
We chatted a bit more before Sujin politely interrupted and asked about pregaming.
âOh yeah, almost forgot. I brought a couple different things.â Jia said as she got up and began walking over to her bags.
She brought the plastic bag to the coffee table pulled out two bottles of soju - green grape and apple flavored. I didnât have the appropriate cups for soju so we all just grabbed regular glass cups and poured however much we saw fit. Once we finished and Sujin was done with her makeup, we called an Uber and left for the club.
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Immediately stepping into the club, I was overwhelmed. It was a very nice club, very high class it seemed. I had only been to clubs back home and they were far from ânice.â The whole building had a blue tint to it with strobe lights illuminating the dance area. I grabbed onto Sujinâs arm as to not get lost in the crowd. She turned to look at me and giggled - Iâm sure my facial expression had a hint of being horrified to it. We eventually made it to the tables on the opposite side of the club from the entrance and looked for our party. It took a minute trying to see through all the people and the loud music distracting almost every sense. Eventually I felt Sujinâs body jerk from side to side, I quickly checked to see what was happening and saw her waving her arm side to side. I guess she found our table. My stomach lit up with what felt like millions of butterflies fluttering around. I was nervous but also extremely excited. Jaemin had never seen me dressed up before, no one had. I felt confident enough to were the nervousness I felt before died down and was replaced with anticipation.
We all greeted each other before we all settled into the seating. Our arrival seemed to trigger a round of shots being brought out to our table, but we then found out that Jenoâs friend had already ordered a round of shots before we had arrived.
Jaemin looked so heavenly and unbelievably sexy. He had a white top and a dark wash jean jacket and black pants from what I could see. His smile so gorgeous and cute that I lost my train of thought for a few seconds. Next to him was Aera, who was not at all what I was picturing. She was a very handsome woman, with a short wolf cut, white button up, blue jeans, and had her keys on a carabiner that was hooked to her belt loop. She was extremely attractive, if I wasnât so severely down bad for Jaemin I wouldâve tried my best to chat her up. We all chatted for a bit, general conversation and ice breakers. I took note that Aera mentioned her partner a couple times, they sound like a very cute couple.
We had pregamed before leaving, nothing crazy, just enough to get a start on a buzz. However, I was so nervous the entire day that I had failed to eat anything in the last several hours. Having now only realized, I panicked a little. âIâll just pace myself until food is orderedâ I thought. I silently prayed to whatever god or gods that the frequency of hard liquor being ordered would be minimal but I knew that wasnât going to happen.
After a couple hours, I was definitely drunk, and it was very obvious. Even in this state I was self aware enough to be embarrassed and tried as hard as I could to act more sober. I tried to avoid talking to Jaemin or even having him see me at all. At some point, I was drunk to enough to go dance with Sujin and Aera. Basically just dirty dancing and grinding with each other, I was having a blast. Eventually going back to the table for more drinks and then back to dancing. At that point, any gracefulness I had in my body was nowhere to be seen. I was stumbling and almost knocked to the ground by the bodies around me. I began to panic a bit and tried to escape the crowd, desperately searching for an exit.
I stumbled out into what looked like an alley, the street lights illuminated the area enough to see almost everything clearly. Both ends were closed off by a gate and completely empty. Was it smart to be in a dark alley alone and drink? Probably not, but I didnât care. I just wanted to catch my breath. I slumped against the wall and closed me eyes, listening to the faint noises of the cityâs night life. Suddenly, I heard a click and the music from inside the club become louder for a few seconds. I turned to attention towards the door and immediately recognized Jaeminâs figure. He made his way towards me as the door slammed shut. I froze and the butterflies came back with a wave of embarrassment. I really didnât want him to see me so drunk. I straightened up and tried to readjust my clothes without him noticing.
âHey, how are you doing?â He asked once he got to a reasonable distance for conversation.
âOh yeah, Iâm good. Itâs just really loud in thereâ I smiled, being diligent with how my words came out.
Jaemin looked around and noticed what I had noticed earlier.
âItâs a little scary out here,â he chuckled, âIâve wondered what it looked like back here.â
I giggled, definitely too much for what was said, as I stared down at my feet, lightly kicking a rock around, and sighed.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â He asked, taking a step closer. âYou seemed really stressed when you ran out here.â
The butterflies excitement in my stomach intensified. Was he watching me? Had he been watching me all night? I wanted so badly to kiss him and tell him everything I thought about him and how I wanted him to be mine. But I bit my tongue as hard as I could (figuratively) in order to keep cool.
âUm⊠I guess Iâm kinda partied outâŠâ I spoke quietly. I couldnât help but feel ashamed, like I was ruining the night for others. Sujin, Jia, and I had planned on ubering back together and spending the night at a hotel room. I didnât want to cancel the plans and have them have to pay for what I was supposed to for my part. My plan was just to wait until they were ready to leave.
âYeah, me too. I was about to head out. You should too, get some rest, drink some water.â
âI mean.. I would⊠but I canât. I donât really have the money for an Uber after tonight, we were gonna spilt the billâŠâ Even though I had barely said anything to Jaemin, I felt as though I was going to collapse from lightheadedness and the blood drain from my face.
âIâll drive you - if thatâs okay with you.â The beginning of the sentence was very matter-of-fact. I questioningly looked up at him.
âArenât you drunk?â
âNo,â he laughed, âitâs been a couple hours since I drank anything.â
âMmm⊠I donât think.. I mean like - I feel bad about you doing that for me.â I stuttered.
âPlease, let me take you home. We can talk about how you feel about this later., but for now we need to get you to bed.â Jaemin smiled. It was so beautiful I had to look away to make sure I wouldnât stare up stare at his lips.
I simply nodded and then I felt Jaeminâs hand on the small of my back to guide me towards the door.
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Jaemin POV
Usually, going out to a place like this meant looking for someone so we could entertain each other for the night. I would be drinking and dancing and girls would just come up to me and that was that. I always had fun, but not tonight. Tonight, she came, and she looked more than beautiful - there are no words to describe how she looked. I had never seen her dressed this way, her silhouette was so sexy. It took me aback but I quickly regained myself. She greeted me and her smile made me feel as though rays of sunshine ran through my veins. She was so warm and bright, you couldnât help but love her.
Then, after the first and second round of shots, she got up to dance. And I remembered that everyone else could see her this way too. She wasnât mine, we barely talked, but I couldnât help but feel angry at everyone who looked at her. But then again how could I blame them? Right then I decided I needed watch her, make sure her night goes well. It was almost an instinct, she was just so gentle and shy at times. People could take advantage of that.
I watched her dance, smiling and moving her hips and body in a way that suddenly made my pants extremely uncomfortable. âShe barely talks to me, youâre not even friends, this isnât your placeâ I convinced myself as to not grab her and hide her away. A sudden jab in my arm broke my concentration.
âDid you hear anything I said?â Jeno spat. I jerked my head to face the rest of the people present at the table. Everyone smiling and giggling.
âHe was not even on this plane, he was staring at his girl.â Haechan chuckled.
âSheâs not my girl.â I mumbled.
âBut she could be if you grew a pair.â
I sat back in the seat and thought about that. I had been flirting with her since she starting working at SM but she always shut me down. Thereâs no way she feels like same⊠regardless, I continued to look after her.
After coming back to the table for more drinks, y/n and the other girls went back to dancing. I couldnât help but notice how unstable she seemed. I lost her in the crowd for a minute or two. Just as I stood to look around better, I caught a glimpse of her running to the back exit.
Quickly I started for the door and shouted something along the lines of âIâll be backâ to my friends.
Finally pushing past the last grouping of people I opened the door and stepped outside. I saw her before she saw me, her eyes closed and her skin shimmering from the sweat that had accumulated from dancing, no doubt. The street lights gave her a soft glow. As if her sunshine aura was spilling out into some tangible.
She head turned to me as she opened her eyes and a smile quickly took a hold of her lips. She slowly twirled to face me, her head not leaving the concrete wall behind it. Her cheeks were flushed, she looked so cute I just wanted to squeeze her as hard as I could and kiss all over her sweet face. I could barely focus on the conversation with how mesmerizing she looked right now. I know she was definitely drunk and that it was probably time to go home.
âI mean.. I would⊠but I canât. I donât really have the money for an Uber after tonight, we were gonna spilt the billâŠâ she pouted, lower lip slightly sticking out. Her state had been declining slowly through the conversation, she looked so tired.
âIâll drive you,â spilled out of my mouth before I could think, ââŠif thatâs okay with you.â After some convincing, I managed to get her to let me take her home.
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Y/N POV
Jaemin led me to the table, Sujin and Aera had returned and Sujin immediately started scolding me.
âWhere were you? I couldnât find you anywhere and I called and - you just canât do that!â
âIâm sorry I didnât hear it âŠâ I looked down and began picking at my fingernails. I felt so bad for going home so early.
âIâm going to take y/n home, Iâll check with you guys later. Let me know when everyoneâs home.â Jaemin said as he gathered his things and mine. Jeno and Haechan seemed upset but with a glint of mischievousness at the same time. Maybe it was my current state playing tricks on me. Sujin and Jia asked me if I was okay and I assured them I was and apologized for leaving. Once Jaemin had gathered everything and paid his part of the tab, he stood and waited for me to finish.
âIâll send you guys some money for my share, Iâm sorry.â I yelled to them as I started to fast walk to Jaemin, I didnât catch their reply.
Once we reached Jaeminâs car, he opened my door and held out his hand for me to grab as I threw myself into the passenger seat. As he closed to door, rested my head on the head rest and sighed deeply. It was so quiet in here, so still. It was really refreshing. Like I could think again - the alcohol was slowly wearing off but I was still fairly drunk. Jaemin got in the car as I was taking my heels off and neatly sat them together on the floor as to not dirty the floor too much.
Once he had my address typed into the GPS, there was no talking. I didnât mind though. I was thankful that I could just relax.
After awhile, I words began spilling out of my mouth without much thought as to what I was saying to him.
âYou know, what I did wasnât the smartest idea.â I smiled to myself, my attention on the buildings and trees quickly passing outside the passenger window.
âWhat did you do?â He questioned - eyes glued to the road.
âIâm letting a strange man drive me to my home. Not only did I get in his car, I gave him my address.â
âIâm not a strange man! You know me, we work together - plus everyone saw you leave with me. The suspect pool would be cut really short.â
I laughed lightly, still smiling. I rolled my head to look at him. His eyes focused, the cuffs of his jacket rolled up to his fore arm, hands on the wheel. My mind was quickly consumed by the need to take one and trace the lines on his palm, maybe leave a few kisses. I managed to redirected my attention back the conversation after a minute or two of imagining holding his hands⊠and having his hands on me, my body.
âBut I donât know you, do I? You donât know me either. Maybe Iâm dangerous.â I said, still admiring him.
âWell, judging by the way I basically had to carry you to the car and buckle you up, Iâd say my chances of successfully defending myself are pretty good.â He snickered.
It was silent again for a couple minutes before he spoke again.
âDo you not feel comfortable around me? Like you donât trust me?â His tone was cautious, the volume was slightly above audible.
âItâs not that Iâm uncomfortable with you, Iâm very comfortable with you. And that scares me.â I sighed, my attention back to my fingernails.
âI think youâre a good person, youâre nice and youâre always making me laugh, I like you.â I paused for a second thinking of how to word myself. I was starting to sober up some more now.
âBut in truth, I donât know you. You could secretly be a bad person, how would I know? Bad people always disguise themselves that way, they can get to more people and deal more damage that way. You canât really trust anyone.â
Memories of home, where i came from, started flooding back to me. I began spiraling a bit before Jaemin said:
âIâm sorry that you have to go through life on edge like that. But sometimes you have to open up a bit to see how many good people there are.â
The rest of the way to my apartment was done in silence.
Jaemin parked out front of the building and scanned the area with a frown.
âIâm gonna be honest, I donât really feel comfortable with you finding your way alone at this time of night.â
Iâll admit, the apartment building wasnât the best or safest one out there. And it definitely looked like it at night.
âCan I walk you to your apartment?â
After a moment of contemplating I accepted and gave him directions to the parking garage. The trek to my apartment was filled with small talk and light-hearted laughter. A drastic change from the major downer bomb I dropped in the car. At this point I wasnât really drunk anymore, just tired. So the conversations were much more coherent.
When we reached my door, we stood in front of each other awkwardly.
âThank you⊠for driving me home⊠and walking me to my apartment⊠and everything else.â The last part came out as a laugh. We both giggled together for a second after assuring me it was his pleasure.
My phone dinged, probably some social app, but by instinct I went to check it and noticed the time.
âOh my god itâs so late.â
âYeah⊠I should probably get going then.â He brought one of his hand to back of his head as he threaded his fingers in his hair.
âYou could stay the night if you want⊠Iâd feel bad you driving more so late.â I shocked myself with my boldness. No hesitation, Iâm giving him a chance. Jaemin grinned and stuttered for a second or two.
âUh yeah I guess.. I guess I could do that, probably for the best.â
I offered him to take the bed since the couch is pretty small but he refused. I kept getting distracted as I was getting ready for sleep making sure Jaemin was comfortable. Which, in turn, stressed him out and kept saying heâs fine and heâll manage. After giving him blankets and some of my oversized clothes to change into, we laughed and talked a little more until I was satisfied with his comfortableness.
Jaemin explained the importance of hydrating yourself before going to bed and insisted on standing in the kitchen to watch me drink at least two glasses of water. It was really hard not to choke while laughing at the ridiculousness of it. It felt as if we had been friends for a while, it was so easy to feel safe with him. I managed to down the last gulp, with a few droplets escaping onto my chin. Jaemin chuckled as he pushed himself off the counter he was leaning on. Suddenly he was right in front of me, inches away from my face. My mind went blank as his hand made its way to my face. He gently held my chin between thumb and pointer finger and swiped the droplets from my chin and lower lip.
âI wanted to say this earlier but didnât have the confidence to,â he spoke so softly and gentle, almost whispering, âI like you too ⊠and I would love more than anything to show you that Iâm worthy of your trust.â
AN: thank u for reading, this is my first time writing like this. _(:3 ăâ )_
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could i request for hangman x reader where youâre going through a rough patch as a couple before the uranium mission. he raises his voice in front of the squad and you just run off embarrassed and angry. with a nice fluffy apologetic ending pls!
Of course!! Thank you so much for requesting and I really hope you like it! This is my first hangman pic so hopefully I do the idea some justice đ
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pairings - Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader
summary - After a straining week Jake finally snaps and regrets it instantly
warnings - some angst, angry Jake, some strong language
a/n- thank you for requesting anon! I really appreciate the support and I hope you like It !! đ
Everyone warned you about Jake the minute they suspected something was going on between the two of you. You'd never been one to listen to people or rules for that matter especially when you saw the side to Jake that nobody ever rarely got to see.
He was the softest, angel you'd ever met. All he needed when he came home from a tough day at work was back scratches and his hair played with and he was content for the rest of the night.
You'd been together for almost 9 months at this point and everything was perfect apart from these past few weeks before the mission. Jake explained that him and the rest of the squad had been given a mission, one that it was more than likely they wouldn't return from and the second he said those words your heart dropped. You felt like someone had ripped your heart from your chest and continued squeezing it right in front of you.
The thought of loosing Jake made your skin crawl. You honestly couldn't imagine life without him especially as for the last 9 months of your life all you knew was him. You didn't even want to think about it but unfortunately It was just where your brain instantly went when he said the words.
This made the week ahead very difficult. You didn't want to put more worry and anxiety on him especially when he needed to concentrate on the mission ahead but the feelings were eating you up and frustrating from the two of you not communicating with one another were beginning to show. You ended up getting into a disagreement every day almost although no one ever raised their voice, the tension in the air could have been cut by a blunt knife.
This particular day Jake had forgotten his jacket which he needed for a presentation with the important people as you called me which meant you had to make the journey to take it to him.
When you arrived he was talking with the squad, just a casual conversation so you didn't quickly interrupting no matter how much you hated doing it. You were in a little rush but it was nothing that couldn't wait just for a little while longer.
"Jake..." you said the first time as soft and sweetly as you normally would, as you did the second and the third but by the fourth you were getting a little annoyed so you said it a bit louder.
"Will you give me a fucking second" he snapped, turning around and glaring daggers at you. He instantly regretted it when he noticed the shift in your body language.
This was the first time he's ever raised his voice at you, the first time ever. You body instantly froze, your body instantly tensing as you flinched at the sudden volume and annoyance in his voice. You couldn't help the angry tears that began to fall as you threw his jacket at him and ran out. You made your way to the only spot nobody was which was by Jake's locker. You knew you weren't meant to be here but it was the only place you knew you would be alone.
After the shock of what happened had passed your feelings instantly turned to embarrassment and shock. You couldn't believe he'd spoken to you like that in front of his friends let alone his colleagues after all you were only here because of his lack of organisational skills. You knew he was stressed with the mission and all but it was no excuse for the way he acted back there.
"Babe?" You heard Jake call softy as he peered round the door.
"I don't wanna talk right now Jake" You replied, wiping your eyes quickly to try and hide the angry tears you had stupidly let fall.
"Look I know you don't but I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you back there" He said kneeling down in front of you and placing both his huge hands on your knees.
"No you shouldn't have not in front of them and especially not as I'm only here because you needed something" You replied angrily as you finally looked up to meet his gaze. You could see the guilt behind his gorgeous green eyes as he looked up at you.
"you're completely right, I'm so sorry" He whispers softly, rubbing his thumbs over your knees sweetly.
You expected more of a fight back from Jake but it made you love him even more that he accepted responsibility for his wrongdoing
"No I'm sorry, I've been so anxious lately and I should've just waited for you to finish your conversation instead of interrupting" you replied, looking up at him with a sorry expression also.
"I would've done the same thing darlin' its okay, why have you been anxious?" He asks, moving to sit next to you, of course wrapping his arm around your waist bringing you impossibly closer to him.
"Because of the difficult mission ahead, I know it sounds stupid but I can't loose you Jake and I'm scared shitless that's going to happen. its got nothing to do with your skills because I know you're the best fighter pilot out there but there are some things you can't control" You explain as Jake listens to your every word.
"No it's not stupid at all sweetheart, I can't promise you I'll make it back because I cannot guarantee that but I will do everything in my power to come back to you because I cannot loose you either. This objective of this mission is just another task the main thing I'm focused on is coming back to you, I love you okay?" He says softly, placing a soft kiss to your lips.
"I love you too, now kiss me like you mean it Seresin" You smirk as he pulls you onto his lap, kissing you with every ounce of passion and love he could muster up.
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Burning Bright
Chapter 3
Series- My Hero Academia
Pairings- Katsuki Bakugo/Original Female Charater. Eijiro Kirishima/Original Female Charater.
Current word count- 5704
Content Warnings- Graphic Depictions of Violence
âYou really wanna know!? YOU REALLY WANNA FUCKING KNOW!?â Katsuki screaming at them, they nod their heads quickly. âCAUSE SHE IS FUCKING MINE DAMMIT!!â everyone looking on in shock then all their eyes shift to Yuka. With all eyes on her she attempts to hide behind Kaida, even though she is quite a bit taller than her and youâd never think their dorms could be this quiet.Â
Kaida freezes and puts her arms out to shield Yuka. âHeyyyyy letâs just uh. Get on with dinner!â She shuffles herself and Yuka to the kitchen, quickly ducking inside and away from the crowd.Â
Yuka awkwardly smiling, âT-thank you Kaida, I wish I knew why I got so nervous when I know Iâm being stared at or watched.. not very heroic of me is it?â sighing with a quiet laugh, grabbing their plate of food and finding a place to sit. âI def owe you one, whatever you want!â
âItâs just a little bit of anxiety, youâre all good! You donât owe me. Itâs what friends do!â Kaida gives her a wide smile, âMaybe you just need to be like, a secretive hero like Mr. Aizawa!â
âWell I still feel like I want to do something nice for you so if there is anything you think of that you want just let me know Okies! And that is a good idea but I do want to get better about my anxieties, I just donât know how..â Yuka thinking heavily on any ideas to help her poor nervous brain.
âOh! We can meditate together! That always helps me when my anxiety acts up! My mom taught me when I was little.â Kaida smiles at the memory of her mom.Â
âThat does sound nice! I will need a way to help my confidence as well but maybe I can find a way to leach it off of Katsuki-kun!â Laughing at her dumb joke.Â
Kirishima joining in on the laughter, âIâd be careful, that's a dangerous level of confidence.âÂ
âMaybe if he shared it it would level out.â Kaida giggles as she grabs herself a portion of food and takes a bite of the curry.Â
Katsuki finally rejoining them, plopping aggressively next to Yuka, quietly eating.
Yuka trying not to laugh at the near irony if he heard what they were talking about, but unable to hold it in and a giggle escapes her mouth.
âWhat are you two laughing about?â His voice calming down, which is surprising after all that yelling.
âJust wishing we had your confidence Katsuki.â Kaida smiles and leans against the counter, taking another bite of her food.Â
âMy confidence is pretty amazing, and one day hopefully lead me to being the #1 hero!â His energy seemingly boundless as he gets another wave of energy.Â
Kaida cheers for him, lifting a fist in the air, âI believe in you! You just gotta beat Endeavor first, and Iâm so down to help.â She snickers at the thought of fighting Endeavor.Â
âOh Iâm ready for that and Iâll be sure that bitch wonât stand a chance! This is making me want to train or fight villains, feeling all fired up!â Standing up quickly, he can feel his blood boiling.
âHate to disappoint but itâs a lil too late right now though, but thereâs always tomorrow?â Yuka hoping she didnât rain on anyoneâs parade.
âAs much as I would love a good fight, Yuka is right. And after the last time we got into a fight outside the dorms I donât want detention again.â Kaida sighs before taking another bite of food. âFucking detentionâŠâÂ
Katsuki growls in agreement, âTch⊠nothing even bad happened.. it wasnât a big deal..â sitting back down.
âI know! But Vlad seemed to think otherwise.â Kaida pouts and crosses her arms.Â
Yuka and Katsuki finishing up their food, âWhatâs funny is Aizawa almost took it easy on us with me and Deku for our fight and that was waaay worse! To be fair All Might did have our back though..â Katsuki thinks for a second, âregardless, Vlad needs to pull the stick out of his ass!â Scoffing at class Bâs teacher.
âTell me about it! I donât understand why heâs so bitchy about class A. Itâs not a competition. I mean it kinda is but he takes it a step higher than it needs to be.â Kaida groans at her teacher's actions. âItâs too much to deal with honestly.â
âI mean it makes sense thoughâ Yuka shrugs, âI graduated with class A and the vibes with class A is we already made it and have nothing to prove and our teachers wanting to lay the proper foundation for us to keep up and to continue to grow into the heroes we wish, where any class under A like B or C they feel like they need to prove something and to try to outdo class A and to help try to keep up with class A even if it may be a lot to push you all that hard.â Yuka looks at them, âdonât get me wrong def prefer class A because of that but it makes a lil sense yea?â Slinking down hoping she didnât speak out of turn.Â
âClass B isnât lower than class A. I can def agree that class A is better. I mean. Look at Monoma compared to everyone in Class A, but we donât have anything to prove. The classes were supposed to be equal but split because thereâs so many students in the hero course! You canât stick what? 60 of us in one classroom. But class A got so much more experience with the LOV than my class did and Vlad wants to prove that we have nothing to prove against class A if that makes sense? I donât know⊠I hate when people say my class is worse⊠it makes me feel like shit.â Kaida sighs with her tangent, looking down to the floor. âWe may not have as much experience but we arenât the lower of the two classesâŠâ
Yuka hides her face in her hands, âI wasnât meaning it that you guys are lower, just trying to analyze things from the teacherâs perspectives⊠Iâm sorry..â heavily placing her head on the table with a thud.
âI want to become stronger because everyone thinks class B is weak. But Iâm not weakâŠâ Kaida balls her hands into fists and sighs.Â
âYou're right. You arenât weak. Youâve come so far since we started at UA and youâre so strong!â Kirishima takes her hand in his with a wide smile, reassuring her of her strengths.Â
âYou have me now too and Iâll help in any way I can!â Yuka having a bright smile, âIâm sure itâd be harder by yourself, but luckily you have us!âÂ
Kaida smiles back at them, âIâm not aiming to be #1 but Iâll be damned if Iâm not high in the ranks! Iâll leave #1 for Dynamight.âÂ
âDamn right!â Katsuki says beaming, then getting close to Yukaâs face. âAnd what did I say about apologizing when you have done nothing wrong!âÂ
Yukaâs face gets bright red, âhey I said Iâd try and that Iâd probably still be stuck with this stupid habit! I did say no promises!âÂ
Kirishima turning to Kaida, âwhat time do you have to leave tonight, I know you almost got in trouble last night.. the fun consumed us and lost track of timeâ chuckling remembering last night, âI donât want to be the reason you get in trouble.â
âWell, since today is a Saturday, curfew is later than last night. So I should be good for a few hours!â Kaida pulls her phone from her uniform pocket to check the time, nodding as she sees the time. âI just want to change out of my uniform first, it isnât exactly the most comfortable.â
Yuka nodding in agreement, âI will say I donât miss having to wear a uniformâÂ
âWe will probably do the same, nothing could beat our regular clothes.â Kirishima also in agreement.
âCool, Iâll be back soon! Yuka, would you like to come with me? You could see my room!â Kaida bounces excitedly at the thought of Yuka joining her on her little adventure.
âSure I donât mind!â Yuka noticing Katsuki looking a little upset, âI be right back.. promise..â giving him a little pout.
âTchâŠfiiine, you better not take too long Kaida!â His impatience being a little too obvious.
âI promise it wonât be long! Come on!â Kaida excitedly grabs Yukaâs hand and leads her out of the dorm. âAre you ok with flying again?â
âI want to hope it will be fiiiine..â Yuka sounding hesitant, âit will make things faster so donât worry about me.â Putting on a smile to hide her worry about if she will get motion sick or not.Â
Kaida takes both of Yukaâs hands in her own before lifting them off of the ground carefully. âNice and easy.â She smiles at Yuka as she pulls them higher into the sky, leading them towards her dorm room balcony. As they reach the balcony Kaida brings them down to land softly.Â
âWooo I didnât get motion sick!â Jokingly celebrating.
âI try my best to have smooth sailing when others are with me.â Kaida giggles as she slides open the balcony door, letting them both inside.Â
The walls are decorated in Midnight posters, a figurine of the Hero sitting hear the base of the poster on her desk, and anime posters. Her bed is covered in pillows, stuffed animals, and blankets of various shades of blue and red. Kaida moves quickly towards her closet, pulling out a large Crimson Riot hoodie and black leggings. Setting her clothes on her bed, she turns to her desk, picking up a contacts container and carefully taking the contacts from her eyes and placing them inside. As she places her glasses on her face she turns to Yuka sheepishly.Â
âAre you ok if I change in front of you? If itâs not weird or anything. I can go to the bathroom, I just donât want anyone in my class to bother me.âÂ
Yuka sitting on the edge of the bed, âI donât mind we both have changed in front of other girls, itâs nothing newâ waving her worries off hopefully.Â
Kaida nods before quickly changing her clothes, slipping a pair of blue crew socks over her leggings and grabbing a pair of boots. âAlright. Ready to fly again?â
âReady as Iâll ever be.. trying my best to get used to it..â preparing to brace herself.
âYou get used to it. It took Kirishima awhile. And now heâs a pro. Kinda.â Kaida giggles at the memories of her at Kirishima flying for the first time. And him throwing up.Â
âI hope so, Iâm decent when Iâm in control but when others move me sometimes my stomach hates thatâ shrugging, âhopefully it wonât always be that wayâ sounding positive that things will be fine.
âThatâs kinda why Iâve been working on that part of my quirk specifically. I would like to hope I can use it like Ochako uses her zero gravity quirk. But as youâve noticed itâs not quite the same.â Kaida explains as she walks back to the balcony while slipping her boots on. âReady?â She takes Yukaâs hands in her own again with a smile, Yuka nodding ready for them to take off again into the sky.Â
âThe sooner we are back.. the sooner we can be with our bois..â blushing at the fact she said that out loud, but really looking forward to more time with Katsuki.
âI may tease a lot but I do mean what I said. You guys are cute together. It makes me happy to see him happy. We may bicker a lot but he is my friend and I want to see him happy.â Kaida smiles and lifts them off the balcony, heading back towards class A dorms.
âI understand that, I do hope things work out for you too and Iâm always here if you need someone to talk to..â Yuka hugging her as they float through the air.Â
Kaida giggles and hugs her back as she lands them on the ground outside the door. âKirishima has been an amazing support system for me over the years and I don't know what I would do without him⊠Iâm kinda scared that if I wait any longer heâll leave me but if I progress our relationship itâll hurt more when he doesâŠâ
âHonestly, I don't think he is going anywhere.. after what Katsuki said to you and you ran off, Kirishima explained how he is waiting for you and with his expression it looked like heâd wait until the end of time for you..â Yuka putting a hand on her shoulder, nodding, feeling sure of what she saw.Â
As Kaida gets ready to respond a scream leaves her mouth as the door slams open, and a screaming Denki runs past them, followed by a pissed off Katsuki. Yuka watching with a stunned face.Â
âWHERE DO YOU THINK YOUâRE GOING DUNCEFACE!?âÂ
Yuka laughing that they still have so much energy, as they run by them she grabs Katsukiâs wrist, stopping him in his tracks. âHow are you guys still going!?â
âHOW IS HE STILL A DUMBASS?!â Katsuki wishes he could go after him. Â
Kaida giggles as she watches Denki run. âWhatâd he say this time?â
âHE SAID I WAS MAKING IT UP!? WITH HOW SHE IS MINE!? Tch⊠that someone wouldnât have the patience to deal with me..â even though he knows Denki was just poking fun, Katsuki feeling pretty pissed, and if it wasnât for Yuka holding onto him he would be trying to pummel Denki right now.
âNow I want to kick his ass.â Kaida mumbles before walking inside the dorm while fiddling with the hair ties in her hair, pulling them out of the ponytails with a sigh. âNOW WHOâS READY TO GET THEIR ASS KICKED IN VIDEO GAMES AGAIN!?â She yells as she walks into the common area, excited shouts come from the group of students sitting on the couch. Kirishima picks her up from behind with an excited yell and trots towards the couches, laughter coming from them both.Â
Yuka lightly tugs on Katsuki, âWhy not take a break.. You can always get Denki later, I mean he isnât going anywhere~â Giggling leaning into his ear to whisper, âMaybe I can help get even with him for you later~âÂ
âTch⊠fine..â Katsuki and Yuka walking in, with her on his arm. âI hope if you do get him that.. maybe just maybe.. he will learn a lesson!â with a manic smirk on his face, as they find a couch to sit on together in the dorm's living room.Â
Yuka whispering in Katsukiâs ear until interrupted by Denki squeezing between them, leaning on the back of the couch. Yuka sighing starting to get more annoyed. âSoooo how much did you pay for this little stunt~âÂ
Katsuki opened his mouth and was about to scream again, but Yuka beat him to the punch this time. âExcuseâŠme.. what did you just sayâŠâ her voice sounding calm yet sinister while gritting her teeth, trying to keep her breathing steady.Â
âUmmm you know⊠cause itâs Kacchan we are talking about⊠him having a girlfriend? Kind of feels like something impossible to happen?â Denkiâs voice sounding a bit nervous now as he backs up slowly.Â
Yuka gets up and hops over the back of the couch towards Denki, and Katsuki watching with amusement. â It's one thing if people target me, I donât really care.. like how you pulled me around and tried to make me the center of attention. It's whatever and my nervousness will kick in⊠but you mess with someone I care about, then that kinda⊠makes me feel an anger bubble up inside meâŠâ Denki tries to take another step back but finding himself unable to move, looking up seeing her eyes locked to his. Denki getting a chill down his spine, her eyes feeling like they were looking right through him.
âIâm s-sorry.. I wasnât meaning to get too carried awayâŠâ Denki can feel himself sweating heavily. âH-how bout this, you do something to prove that you two are together⊠and then I will never question you guys ever again..â
âI donât think you are in a situation where you can negotiate..â Chuckling at the thought, âyou know what fine.. Iâll hear you out.. Whatâs your idea?âÂ
Kaida peaks over the couch at the commotion, raising a brow as she watches, âwhat kind of dumb shit did he say nowâŠâ She mumbles to herself.Â
Yuka turns to Kaida, âHe suggested Katsuki is paying me to look as his girlfriend.. But he claims that he will back off if I prove our relationship real somehow..â then looking back at Denki, âWell what is it?âÂ
Releasing her quirk off of him, Denki slumping down to his knees with a deep breath. âHmmm how about a kiss~?â He hops back up somehow recovering from the fear he felt two seconds ago rather quickly.Â
âYou really have no brain cells.â Kaida groans and turns back to the tv, waiting for someone to boot up a video game for them to play.Â
âI donât think heâll ever learn.â Kirishima chuckles from beside her as he hands her a controller.
Mina laughs as she sets everything up for everyone, âAnd if he does he only has one!âÂ
Yuka gives a blank stare to Denki, âThatâs it? Really?âÂ
Denki nods, âYup thatâs it!âÂ
Yuka sighs as she walks back up to Katsuki and despite her calm and confident demeanor, her internal panic was screaming. âOh my god! Weâve only kissed once before! What if I look like a fucking idiot or he hates it!â She takes a deep breath and looks down at Katsuki who is still sitting on the couch.
âYou know you donât have to do as he says or prove anything to him..â Kastuki glares at Denki only for a second, thatâs when Denki knew he was going to have to watch his back from now on and letting out an audible gulp.
Yuka softly places her hand on Katsukiâs jawline, âI know I donât..â then whispers to where only he could hear, âBut maybe I want to show the world that you're mine..â as she presses her lips to his, both of them trying to hide their embarrassment as best they can.
Kaida whistles as she sees them kiss, smiling wide as she turns to Kirishima. âThey are so cute together, Iâm glad Katsuki found someone to make him happy.â Kaida gasps and places her hands on Kirishimaâs shoulders. âDude we can go on double dates now!âÂ
âIf you think you and Bakugo can be around each other without fighting for the length of a date Iâm sure itâd be fun.â Kirishima chuckles at her.Â
Denki watched them inquisitively, âwell a deal is a deal!â He shrugs, âbut now that I think about it⊠you two do fit each other~â laughing at his own observation.
They separate from their kiss, âWHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN!?â Katsuki already fed up with Denki again.
âI mean at first she seemed sooooo different from you, but then when I poked just the right spot it became clear that you are both such angy people~â he chuckles running off before they could chase him.
Yuka sits back down next to Katsuki with a heavy sigh hoping Denki will fuck off for the night now, âA double date does sound fun! But I do agree with Kirishima, you two can get under each otherâs skin way too easily.âÂ
Katsuki puts an arm resting on the back of the couch to put his arm around Yuka, âI mean I can behave for Yukaâs sake if thatâs what she wants to do⊠it wonât be easy but Iâll try, but that one over there better also behave!â Katsuki slightly glaring at Kaida.Â
âHey! I have been nice all night! Even cheering you on to be #1!â Kaida retorts, putting her hands up in surrender. âI can behave.â
âTch.. the question is how long will it last though..â Katsuki scoffs, he glances over at Yuka accidently getting lost in thought about the whole concept of him going on a date. The whole thought of that almost seemed impossible before and was the furthest from his mind, until she dropped into his life.Â
âWell even now youâre getting on my nerves and Iâm not saying shit to get under your skin.â She mumbles and huffs. Turning to the TV as someone loads up Smash Bros.Â
âThen why not we try for next week then!â Yuka asks excitedly, turning to Katsuki and Kaida with pleading eyes.Â
âSounds good to me!â Kirishima beams with a smile.Â
Kaida smiles and gasps as she turns to Yuka. âWe can get ready together! Like. Like a girl's day before the date!!!â She bounces excited from her place on the floor as she lets out excited squeaks.Â
Yuka chuckles at her excitement, âdonât be disappointed I donât really do much when it comes to getting ready, sadly Iâm the furthest thing you can consider girlyâÂ
Kaida whines âI just want to hang out and get ready together~ we donât have to do anything girly!â She gives Yuka puppy dog eyes as she lays her head on Yukaâs leg, looking up at her in a slight beg.Â
Yuka laughs harder, âI didnât say no! I was just saying to not get disappointed~ I was saying it in a way to assume Iâm saying yes, sorry if I confused you thinking I was saying noâ patting her head lightly.Â
Kaida smiles as she gets head pats. âIâm so excited~!â She giggles and sits back down on the floor, smiling up at Kirishima as the game starts.Â
Katsuki not realizing the soft smile on his face as he watches Yuka beaming at the thought of their double date, and lets out a quiet sigh. âI wonder what we should do?â Yuka thinks to Kaida before they get into their game, âmaybe a movie before we go somewhere to eat maybe??âÂ
âOhhh! Letâs go see a horror movie!â Kaida giggles and selects her character on the screen, obviously choosing Link.Â
âIâm down! My favs in horror are the creature flicks! Monsters, aliens, unknown phenomena, Vampires and demons are just soooo good to me!â Yuka getting pumped at the idea.Â
âIâve been obsessed with IT recently and I canât really explain why.â Kaida bites her lip as the round begins, trying to focus herself on the game. Yuka looks a little scared at the thought of clowns hoping that there wonât be any clown movies in the theater that day, not saying anything to let her focus on her game.Â
Katsuki whispering into her ear to where no one else could hear, âhey, while no one is paying attention.â Grabbing her hand as he quietly led her out of the living room, while all their attention was consumed by their game, which helped no one notice them slip from the room.Â
âWhere are we-â Katsuki putting a finger to his mouth telling Yuka shhh, following up to his room on the fourth floor. They enter a room Yuka assumes is his dorm room, and after he shuts the door he pauses and pulls her into his arms.Â
âFinally I have you all to myself..â Katsuki locking eyes with her, brushing her side swept bangs behind her ear. Yuka can feel her face blushing red and feeling hot, giving him a sweet smile. âAfter you said you wanted to show the whole world that I was yours.. Had made me feel so impatient that entire time..â Katsuki also slightly blushing as he is still getting used to this, gently putting his thumb across her lips.Â
Yuka softly bites his thumb, âYou have been impatient? I have been waiting years to find you again..â her eyes filled with longing for him. Â
âWell Iâm here now.. Sorry to keep you waiting..â moving his hand to cradle the side of her face, pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss.Â
Kaida cheers as she wins another round of the game. As she turns to look behind her for Yuka she pauses in confusion seeing the empty seats of the couch where Yuka and Katsuki were sitting before.Â
âHas anyone seen Yuka and Kacchan?â She asks as she looks around. Everyone either shaking their heads or giving small ânoâs as a response.Â
Kaida hums as she pulls her phone from her hoodie pocket, sending a text to Yuka to see where they may have gone. After sending the text she places her phone back in her pocket and gets back to playing the game on the TV.Â
Kaida groans in defeat as Kirishima cheers at his triumph. She smiles up at him as he celebrates, even if it was her loss that heâs celebrating. She presses a kiss to his cheek with a smile.Â
âMaybe youâll win next time, but I know itâs hard beating me!â He smiles his toothy grin at her.Â
âYou're lucky I love you.â She mumbles as the next round begins.Â
âI love you too babe.â He whispers into her ear and presses a kiss to her forehead.Â
Katsuki and Yuka move together towards the bed, still locked in their kiss. Yukaâs phone goes off in her pocket with Kaida wondering where they went, but they are so wrapped up in each other she doesnât think to check it. He sits on the bed and Yuka in sync with him as he pulls her onto his lap, putting her fingers through his crazy blonde hair. They stop for a brief moment, getting lost in each other as they are just enjoying breathing in each otherâs presence. Yuka drops her hands from his hair, wrapping her arms around his neck and laying her head on his shoulder.Â
âTired?â Katsuki asks while softly stroking her hair. Yuka gives a quiet nod, âThatâs fair considering all the chaos that happened⊠no thanks to Denki..â Katsuki growls as he lays her down next to him, pulling Yuka in close to him.Â
âIs it really ok for me to stay the night here though?â Feeling worried she would get him in trouble.
âI donât know and honestly I donât care⊠even if I knew it would get me in trouble, I wasnât going to let you leave that easily.â He says with a cute smug smirk on his face. Yuka letting out a quiet chuckle as she nuzzles comfortably into his chest as she feels herself falling asleep in his warm embrace.Â
***
As the sun rises, starting a new day. Yuka gets a cold shiver, reaching out to Katsuki, but sadly only finding empty sheets. She sits up yawning and stretching then slumping into a pout. âI need to stop sleeping through him leaving..â She thinks as she curls back up into the blanket, smelling Katsukiâs comforting scent. Yuka pulling her phone from her pocket, sleepily checking her notifications. She noticed Kaidaâs text from last night, feeling bad that her brain ignored her phone going off finally giving her a response.
âYuka: OMG IâM SOOOO SORRY!! I JUST SAW YOUR TEXT NOW AND FEEL AWFUL!! >.< and to answer ur questionâŠ. Katsuki-kun kinda took me to his roomâŠâ
âKaida: ohhhhhhh sneaky sneaky ;3c. Ei and I are downstairs making breakfast if youâre hungry?âÂ
Yuka sighs and groans as she rolls out of bed and heads downstairs to Kaida and Kirishima, looking like exhaustion and death, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Kaida upon seeing Yuka offers her a mug of warm tea. âGood morning Yuka~ howâd you sleep?â
âI mean I slept really well..â Yuka answers while yawning, âbut my brain wants to go crawl back into the warm bed though..â taking the tea from Kaida, leaning against the wall lazily. Pulling out her phone texting Aizawa a quick question for later today, then looks back up at Kaida. âBout to head to the Support class as I need to see someone, you might as well join me since you have been putting it off.â
âBreakfast first?â Kaida holds up a plate of fluffy pancakes and bacon, offering it to Yuka with a smile.Â
Yuka sighs as she sits down with the plate and tea in hand, setting them on the table. âFiiiiine⊠I donât normally eat a breakfast but Iâll eat what I can.â Slowly eating what she is able off her plate.Â
âEi usually makes us protein shakes for breakfast on school days but itâs the weekend so we made breakfast!â Kaida grabs her own plate of food before other students in the dorm make their way into the kitchen for food.Â
âMakes sense.. you wouldnât be happy with me then,â Yuka lightly laughs, âI never eat a breakfast unless someone kinda makes me.. I can already imagine Katsuki being mad with that, but thankfully I think he is off training right now so he doesnât need to know yet.â She nervously chuckles, she feels her phone in her pocket and checks it and gets a big grin on her face, âfuck yes! Well today is gonna be fun!âÂ
Kaida sips on a can of coffee and looks at Yuka confused. âHe usually goes for a run in the morning, and why is today gonna be fun? Should I be concerned?â
Yukaâs smirk only grows wider, ânaaaah if anything you should be excited! The most Iâll tell you is Iâm planning a training exercise for you guys for today and thatâs all Iâll say!â Then motioning herself zipping her own lips shut.Â
Kaida stares at Yuka before turning back to her breakfast and taking a bite of her pancakes.Â
Yuka thought sheâd be more excited than that and looks at Kirishima, âShe okies?â Looking at Kaida a little confused.
âShe didnât sleep that good last night.â Kirishima sighs and looks at Kaida as she stares down at her breakfast.Â
âI had a night Terror about the League of Villains attacking us. We all got really hurt⊠and I canât get the images out of my head..â Kaida mumbles and sighs.Â
Yuka reaches her hand out to hers, âIâm sorry, but if it helps those fuckers got nothing on us and even if they go after one of us, they will be fighting all of us.. no matter what happens we will always have each otherâs backs!â Hoping to reassure her the best she can.Â
Katsuki walks in from being out since early morning with a little personal training as he hears them talk, sitting down next to Yuka. âWhat the hell happened in here? Why is everyone so serious?âÂ
âItâs nothing.â Kaida smiles and finishes her breakfast. âJust a stupid dream I had last night.â
Yuka looks at her concerned, âI wouldnât consider a night terror nothing.. Iâd be worried too if I had one like that, but we are here for you.â Getting an idea, âhow bout we take your mind of it since we do plan to go to the support class lab and we just get ready to go now! A busy mind is a distracted mind!âÂ
âThe main thing that worries me is⊠part of my momâs quirk is she can see the future in her dreams⊠And Iâm worried that I got that part of her quirk.â Kaida mumbles and stands from her seat. âBut letâs go be distracted by the Support lab, Mei is always entertaining.â
âThatâs understandable, that would be scary to think about.. and I want to hope as long as we keep it in mind if you do have your momâs quirk we can keep our guard up more.â Getting up from the table, âwe have your back no matter what happens.â Giving her a bright smile.Â
Katsuki getting more curious, âwhat do you need with the support class?âÂ
Yuka nods as she explains, âEver since Iâve gone to school here, Iâve always relied on Power Loader to make my chemicals that I need and I still rely on him now⊠of course since Iâm not a student now I do pay him of course and no one else has ever been able to make them to my specifications before like he can, and chemicals like this can be really tricky.â She chuckles, âI donât care what anyone else says, Mei canât touch them⊠the last thing we need is her blowing up the whole school.â Sighing at the thought, but elbows Katsuki with a smirk on her face. âWith this in mind I got something fun for us planned!â
âWhat?â Katsukiâs eyes narrowing at her.
âHooooow would you like a small training exercise today~? I got permission from Aizawa and Iâll also not hold back this time, honestly I wonâtâŠâ as she motions her fingers to cross her heart.Â
Katsuki jumps up with a shit ton of energy, âHELL YEA, THEN WHAT ARE WE ALL WAITING AROUND HERE FOR!!â Wanting to practically drag everyone to go do it right now.
âI need to talk to support first to see if they can make something to help me stop burning myself.â Kaida explains to Katsuki, trying to make his patience last longer.Â
Yuka scruffs up his hair, âAnd I do need to get my chemicals from Power Loader as well.âÂ
He growls and trying to ignore Yukaâs hand in his hair, âTHEN LETâS GO!!â Katsuki already charging ahead, Yuka laughing at his excitement.
Yuka grabbing Kaidaâs wrist, pulling her along. âLooks like if we donât go he may just leave us behindâ also feeling giddy, âI canât blame him though, Iâm also looking forward to this as well! Kirishima! Are you coming with us too?â Glancing back at him, trying to catch up to Kastuki.Â
Kaida looks back at Kirishima who's trying to quickly set things aside and follow behind them, she smiles at him as she gets dragged out the front door of the dorm. âKatsuki slow down!â
âTch..â begrudgingly slowing down as he grumbles, âthen why are you guys such slowpokesâŠâÂ
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Crimson Ties (Bela Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1
Fandom: Resident Evil: Village
Rating: T for language and mild medical drama
Warnings: Brief depictions of medical treatments for blood loss and its symptoms
Genre: Hurt + comfort
Summary: Bela has always wondered who her soulmate was, the person she was connected to by red string. When she finally meets them, she's devastated to find them hanging in her basement, being drained of blood. But her soulmate won't die- not if she can do something about it.
Notes: Soulmate AU in which people have a red thread tied to their left ring finger (or elsewhere if missing the finger/hand), which connects to their soulmate. By default the string is taut/tight, only getting loose when the pair is relatively close to each other.
1: Stem The Flow
How long had she waited for this day? How long had Bela monitored the red string tied to her hand, waiting for it to be anything other than taut? A decade, at the least, if not two or more. For so long she had dreamt of her soulmate, albeit discreetly, wondering about every facet of their being. Entire days had been spent imagining them, and how they would come into her life. Sometimes, on those days, she would gently tug her end of the thread. Every single time, without fail, her soulmate had returned the motion. It warmed her heart more than sheâd ever admit, to know that her excitement was not one-sided.
At times, it did worry her, the feelings in her chest reminding her of her youngest sister. Daniela was obsessed with love, dangerously so, to the point of being downright delusional. More than once her âaffectionsâ had gotten their family into some sort of trouble. No matter how mature Bela considered herself to be, there was a part of her that worried about repeating her sisterâs mistakes. What if her excitement about her partner led her to overlook something crucial? What if the person in question posed a threat to her family? How easy would it be, then, for her to cut them off?...
Today, perhaps, she would find out.
The sun had set over the Romanian landscape, and with the moon rose the Dimitrescu household. First out of bed, as always, Bela wasted no time in getting dressed. Hazy visions of her fading dreams clouded her mind, tugging on her thoughts as always. Most days they felt more like memories than anything else. Today, they are quieter than usual, easily fading into the background. When the last traces of her grogginess disperse, Bela finds herself glancing at her left hand. Itâs a daily habit, although discreet, that always leaves her with bittersweet feelings.
âWaitâŠâ Bela whispered, as her eyes took in the unexpected sight: The red string of fate, tied to her left ring finger, loose as can be. It trails to the ground, coiled a single time, before heading underneath her door. âAm I dreaming?â She does not bother to pinch herself to check. Instead she practically jumps into her shoes, dashing out of her room with unfamiliar glee. Maidens in the hallways have to leap aside to avoid her, but she does not care, for once ignoring the standards her mother had instilled in her. If her sisters could be chaotic, we couldnât she?
So she follows the thread, eagerly, without even wondering why it was so loose. No, she didnât think about the implications of the situation. In her mind, it did not matter why her soulmate was finally within her reach, it simply mattered that they were. Soon enough they would be in her arms, safe, with nothing else to bother them. And then sheâd be happy, finally having someone she was on equal terms with. Finally having someone to confide in, to cherish, to whisper sweet nothings to in the dead of the night.
She doesnât hesitate until she finds the string wrapped around the door to the basement. At last the signs click together in her mind, like a conspiracy board bound with crimson ties. Instantly panic replaces whatever excitement she had been feeling. Then sheâs abandoning all sense of caution, throwing open the door and rushing forward, dispersing into a swarm to cover more ground. Even if she could no longer see the thread in this form, she was certain that sheâd know exactly who her soulmate was when she saw them.
And, well, she does. Something calls her to the far corner of the main room, where a body was suspended from the ceiling by its hands. An all-too-familiar needle was sticking out of the personâs arm, leading down to a large glass container, which was slowly filling with blood. The scent made Belaâs nostrils flare, and her eyes go wide, but she did her best to fight against her instincts. Quickly she gets to her knees, examining the jar to see how full it was. Most of the measurement lines were faded, having been worn out over time, making it harder to estimate the volume. In the end, Bela guessed that the container could fit just over six liters inside. Which meant that the person had lost close to⊠two and a half. That was bad- behind bad, really. Horrible, actually. Immediately life threatening to the point of having been life threatening before Bela had even woken up.
âDonât die on me, please,â she half cried half shouted, jumping into action as best as she knew how. Not even bothering to turn the nozzle on the device, she pulls the needle out of her soulmateâs arm, cursing when more blood rushes out of the hole. Then sheâs applying pressure, hard as she can, beyond glad that they werenât awake for this. One hand goes to tear a piece of fabric off of their shirt. Hopefully they wouldnât mind, all things considered. Next, Bela ties the cloth around the collection point, making less of a tourniquet and more of a generic bandage. âShit, you need a transfusion, donât you?... Fuck, fuck, whatâs your blood type?â
Knowing that she wouldnât be getting a verbal answer any time soon, Bela settled for dipping a finger into the jar, bringing it to her lips, and licking. The difference in taste among blood types was subtle, but she was nothing if not a professional at this point. Still, the type is not immediately clear to her, and she knows that she might have to go around licking more blood from other prisoners. Unless⊠could someone receive a transfusion of their own blood? Such a thing had never happened at the castle before, but there was a first time for everything.
âHold on, Iâll figure this out, somehow, I promise,â Bela said, gently taking her patientâs hand in her own. Taking your hand.
When you wake, you find yourself among the softest sheets you have ever felt, as if laying on clouds themselves. But your vision is blurred, and your head is besieged by waves of pain. A whimper makes its way past your lips. For a moment all you can do is tense up, unsure of any detail of your situation, unable to discern anything around you. Then you feel a hand on your own, squeezing gently. Something about it sends a rush of comfort throughout your entire body. Still, you are more confused than anything, and you find yourself trying to sit up out of instinct.
Without warning the hand lets you go, only for the owner to shift their weight, climbing on top of you in an instant. Theyâre holding you down, saying words that donât quite reach your ears. For how light they are, they manage to put an impressive amount of pressure on you, easily rendering you immobile. Unfortunately, this position does little to ease your anxiety. The last thing you could remember was a very, very tall lady sticking a needle in your arm with a cruel laugh. Based on how you felt, there was still a needle in your arm. But you had been standing, or hanging, before, and now you were on your back.
âWhathe⊠wha the âell⊠canât 'hink,â you muttered, stumbling over your own tongue. Whoever sits on top of you tries to comfort you, running a hand through your hair. âWho are you?â You asked, even though you couldnât understand a word this person said. Their voice might as well have been in another language, with the way your addled brain processed it. Had you lost too much blood? Or maybe you had a concussion? âI just. I just wanted to meet them. Please, I jus⊠I just wanna see my soulmate.â
Again, you cannot understand what the person says in response, but they finally seem to understand this. One of their hands reaches out and grabs your left one, slowly tapping your fingers, one by one. When they reach your ring finger, they pause, gently holding it. For a few moments youâre left even more confused. Then, with a surge of warmth in your chest, the dots are connected. Whoever is with you quietly grabs the thread attached to your finger, before tugging gently. In order for them to do that⊠well, there was only one explanation. They were your soulmate. They were the one you had gone to this accursed castle to meet. Somehow they had saved you, and everything was finally looking up.
Mind clearing slowly, youâre finally able to understand something they- or she, as far as you can tell- say.
âRest now, my beloved. You are safe in my care, this I promise.â
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A/N: THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I KINDA RUSHED IT AT THE END BUT HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE?? anyway, yoongi didnât do anything stupid (depending on your definition of stupid) so no need to worry about him being cringey,,, i spared you all from the secondhand embarrassment but i wonât be so kind next time!! anyway... enjoy || W.C. 3.8K
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By the time Seokjinâs phone begins to ring, Yoongi can already feel the dread settle deep inside his bones. The familiar coil of anxiety tightens around his throat like a vice, and Yoongi has to remember how to breathe to keep himself from fainting like a corseted Victorian lady.Â
âWell, that must be her!â Seokjin chimes, promptly declining your call without a glance. Yoongi catches a glimpse of your contact photo anyway: itâs an unflattering angle of you from below your neck, giving the illusion of a multitude of chins. If it were any other time, Yoongi might have smiled like a lovesick fool.Â
âDonât you dare let her in here,â Yoongi seethes. He tries to sound menacing, but the effect is severely diminished by how badly his voice cracks. He tugs at Seokjin by the sleeve, but the older man refuses to budge. âHyung, Iâm serious. I know what youâre trying to do.â
âAre you done live-tweeting your confusion now? Finally got the memo? I always knew you were a smart boy,â Seokjin laughs, patting Yoongi on the shoulder with his tomato sauce-covered tongs. âSince weâre on the same page now, why donât you change clothes while I finish cooking? I know your entire wardrobe is composed of the free t-shirts you got from job fairs, but it would do well to wear a clean, unstained shirt.â
Yoongi swipes at him, hissing like the catboy that he is. âYouâre the one who wiped shit on me, asshole. And yes, I figured out what you are trying to do. You think youâre so slick, but I know that youâre just trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N!â
Seokjin shrugs. âIt isnât like Iâm trying to be slick. I embarrass you all the time. Besides, Iâm setting you up on a date with the love of your life! You should be thanking me, if Iâm being honest.â
Yoongi stammers, his jaw dropping in shock. âLove of myâ?â
Seokjin waves his tongs in his face, silencing him. âOh, hush. Donât even try to hide it, Yoongi. I figured out that you like Y/N. Your weird behavior finally makes sense! After years of you avoiding her, I always thought you were just bad at forming human connections, but turns out youâve got a gigantic heart boner for my best friend!â
âPlease donât phrase it like that,â Yoongi groans, smashing his head against his kitchen counter. He hopes a few brain cells might have died, just so he can stop processing the words coming out of Seokjinâs mouth. âActually, just please stop talking.â
Seokjin snorts in exasperation as if Yoongi was the dramatic one between them. âPoint is, this is a favor that Iâve chosen to grant you from the goodness of my heart! As I said, Iâm giving you the love life you deserve! So stop whining and get moving before Y/N gets up here.â
âThere isnât any goodness nor a heart inside of you. And more importantly, when was the last time you did anything for free, you capitalist bastard!â
Seokjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. âThatâs where youâre wrong, Yoongi-chi. Youâve already paid me for my services by offering me front row seats to watch you lose your fucking mind. And that, my friend, is priceless.â
âAha! So you do admit that this is all just a ploy to humiliate me!â Yoongi shouts. He grabs a knife from his scabbard, pointing it threateningly at Seokjin. He doesnât even flinch, instead gently guiding Yoongi by the wrist over to the chopping board where he had placed some garlic cloves beforehand. Without prompting, Yoongiâs hand begins to move, his culinary instincts taking over.
âYes and no,â Seokjin admits as he grabs Yoongiâs cast iron pan from the top shelf (which he has never gotten to use since he bought it, ever since Seokjin had borrowed it once and placed it too high for him to retrieve.) âIâm honestly trying to help you out here, my dude. Besides, even if shit hits the fan, Y/N isnât gonna think any less of you. Sheâs too much of an idiot to resent anyone.â
âSpeaking from experience?â Yoongi huffs, eyeing him with intense vitriol. âCanât say I understand how sheâs gone this long without killing you.â The next time the two of them are alone together in the wilderness, he canât promise that his hands wonât find their way around Seokjinâs throat, and it wonât be sexy.
âHmm. Yeah, definitely,â he says, nodding absentmindedly. As he begins to season the steak, he hands the cast iron pan to Yoongi. âStart preheating this. We need it to be smoking hot before we can place the steak on there.â
âI know how to cook a steak, fucker. And who said youâre allowed to serve my Wagyu steak? I was saving that for a special occasion!â
Seokjin looks up from his ministrations long enough to raise a brow at him. âSo going on your first ever date with Y/N isnât considered a special occasion?â
Yoongi falters, eyes widening. âN-no, thatâs not what I mean!â he defends hotly, but he quickly snaps out of it. âWait, no! This is not a date! Not when both parties did not agree to any of this!â
Seokjin pauses from his cooking to place a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. âI mean, Y/N agreed to it, so are you going to reject her? Huh? Too good for her and my spaghetti?â
Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. âNo, she did not agree to this. She doesnât even know youâre forcing her to eat lunch with me.â
âHow can you say that with such certainty?â Seokjin challenges, puffing his cheeks. âYou donât even know what I told her!â
Except I do know what you said, Yoongi thinks darkly to himself. And more importantly, I know what she thinks you were implying. He is pretty sure that the words âcrush on him during high schoolâ have seared themselves underneath his eyelids forevermore.
But instead, he says, âYeah, well. If what you told her is as vague as what you told me, I have a pretty good hunch that this is going to blow up into a huge misunderstanding.â
Like the absolute menace that he is, all Seokjin does is shrug nonchalantly. âSuppose you are right⊠Who cares? Itâs not like the two of you are strangers, so Iâm sure this is going to go great!â
âWhat the fuck? She is a stranger! Iâve literally only spoken two words to her in the past four years!â Yoongi seethes, his temple throbbing from an oncoming migraine.Â
Seokjin ignores him, as per his want. âGrab that plate, will you? I gotta plate the pasta before Y/N starts calling again to let her into the building,â he says, nudging the tongs into Yoongiâs hands. Yoongi squawks, quickly turning the stove off to keep the food from burning.Â
Seokjin tears off his (read: Yoongiâs) apron off, wiping his hands on his jeans with a quick smile. âGreat! While you finish up here, Iâll distract Y/N for a bit in my room before I lead her in here, alright? You better hurry unless you want to keep her waiting!â
âOh, like how you kept her waiting downstairs for the pastââ Yoongi checks his wall clock, ââseven minutes?â
Seokjin cackles madly, rushing out the door. âWell, thatâs where you and I differ, Yoongi-chi! I give no shits about how Y/N thinks about me, so good luck!â After sending Yoongi three flying kisses for good measure, Seokjin slams the door shut, leaving Yoongi to simmer in his bad life choices.
The worst choice that heâs ever made? Being friends with one (1) Kim Seokjin.
âGod, just end me,â Yoongi mutters, placing his $80 steak on his pan. It sizzles deliciously, much like how his (nonexistent) love life is about to get burnt to a crisp.
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âTook you long enough.â You watch as Seokjin taunts you with a funny little dance by the lobby of his dormitory, the building receptionist not even batting an eye at his eccentricity. Thatâs the sad side effect of living in close proximity with Seokjin: you start getting desensitized to most things, not even flinching at the sight of a man without a functioning central nervous system.
Seokjin slides his card to open the door, finally allowing you entry. âSorry. Got busy preparing your lunch! Which by the way, you should be thanking me for.â
âThe moment I thank you for anything is the day that you slip on your own cum and die,â you grouse, nudging past him to get on the elevator first. You punch the button for the 5th floor before rapidly trying to close the elevator door on him. Unfortunately, Seokjin makes it in time before his ass gets clamped by the two steel doors.
âThinking about my cum? Oh my, Y/N⊠I know youâve had a dry spell for too long, but I didnât think youâd be that desperate for some of my butter,â Seokjin says, leaning closely to wink at you.
Against your will, your cheeks brighten furiously, weakly pushing Seokjin away from you. âYou wish. At least I donât spend my spare time loitering outside the campus gym to ogle all the sweaty hot people.â
âAnd the invitation to join me still stands by the way!â Seokjin singsongs, leaping out of the elevator once you reach his floor. You walk side by side until you reach his room, but you catch him shooting a furtive glance at his next-door neighbor.
âIs Yoongi joining us for lunch?â you ask, failing to keep your curiosity from showing in your voice. If Yoongi does end up joining you for lunch (which has never happened in the past four years, convincing you that he must have a personal grudge against you), then at least it can confirm to you straight away that whatever this âdateâ is just another prank by Seokjin. You donât know if you should be disappointed or grateful if it is just a joke.
Seokjin beams in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. âYou know what? He is going to join us, actually!âÂ
He had been in the midst of unlocking his dorm when he changes direction, leading you to Yoongiâs door instead. He rifles through his other keys, and you notice one of them looks similar to his own house key, except with a Hello Kitty sticker on it. He pulls that key out and promptly unlocks Yoongiâs door without missing a beat.
What kind of weirdo must Yoongi be to give Seokjin a spare key to his dorm? Youâd rather shit out a cactus than let Seokjin have free entry to your home whenever he pleases.
You hesitate by Yoongiâs door, feeling nervous all of a sudden. âUm, Seokjin? Are you sure itâs okay for me toâ?â
âHONEY IâM HOOOOME!â Seokjinâs loud guffaw cuts you off before you can finish your question. He bursts through the door and leaves you by the hallway, and you watch as he nearly tackles Yoongi to the ground.
Yoongi, despite looking like heâs half the size of Seokjin on a good day, manages to keep upright despite how his back is now bent parallel to the floor. âGet off me!â he yells, roughly pushing Seokjin off of him.Â
Seokjin tumbles to the floor, but the shit-eating grin on his face hardly wavers. He points at you by the doorway, a cheeky grin on his lips. âLook, Yoongi-chi! I brought a guest!â
Yoongi spares you half a glance before returning his attention to whatever he was cooking. âI suppose you did.â
Okay, this date is definitely a joke. Why the hell did you even think for a second that Seokjin might have been into you?
âUm,â you stutter nervously. You grind your heel into the carpet self-consciously, your gaze downcast. âHello, Yoongi. Sorry for the intrusion, by the wayâŠâ
âItâs fine,â Yoongi replies, albeit a little curtly. He clears his throat, his face still tilted away from you so you canât tell if heâs genuinely annoyed or not.Â
You point a glare at Seokjin, who looks shamelessly pleased with himself. After taking a deep breath, you take your first steps into Yoongiâs home before gently closing the door.
As you look around at your new surroundings, you notice that his home is a lot cleaner than you would have expected, though youâre not exactly sure what you should have expected in the first place. Itâs minimalist, but not in a barren type of way; itâs seems like Yoongi is fond of simple designs more than anything. Itâs certainly a nice change of pace compared to Seokjinâs abomination of a room, with his vaguely yellow-stained bedsheets.Â
The smell of freshly cooked pasta and meat being grilled catches your senses immediately. You watch as Yoongi flips over a hefty piece of steak, the aroma causing your mouth to salivate instantly.Â
âI⊠What is⊠Huh?â you start, not knowing what to ask. You catch Seokjin snickering quietly to himself, but promptly shuts up when you mime punching him in the dick.
âItâll be finished in a second. Why donât you sit down?â Yoongi announces quietly, his gaze still fixed away from you. Confused but left with no other choice, you tentatively make your way to his couch, unable to relax as your spine remains ramrod straight and your jaw stays clenched.Â
You hear Seokjin shuffling behind you until he eventually makes his way to sit with you, plopping onto the couch as if it were his home. âAh⊠Iâm soooo hungry. Smells good, doesnât it?â he asks you, his brow wiggling too much to be considered normal. Either that, or he was having a stroke.
âYeah, it does,â you say, greatly uncomfortable. You peek at Yoongi once more, who is still dutifully attending to the steak. Making sure he isnât looking, you twist Seokjin by the nipple, causing the elder to let out a high-pitched squeal. To an outsider, it might have almost sounded like he was being pleasured.Â
âOuch! What the fuck was that for?â Seokjin whines, rubbing his tenderized nipples.Â
âYou know what that was for,â you hiss, keeping your volume low. âWhat the hell are we doing here? Why are you making Yoongi cook for us?!â
âFor us? Itâs for you!â Seokjin snaps back. âDidnât you say you would only come over if you got fed? Well, this is how you get fed!â
âI was under the assumption that you would be feeding me, not him!â you seethe. You check back on Yoongi, who still hasnât looked your way once. âThe poor boy⊠No wonder he doesnât like me! He must think Iâm as bad as you!â
Seokjin snorts. âOf course he likes you! This whole lunch date wouldnât have even fucking happened if he wasnât assdeep in loââ
âLunch is finished,â Yoongi interrupts loudly, his spatula rattling loudly against his pan. The sudden noise makes you jump away from Seokjin, who appears vaguely triumphant.Â
âT-thanks,â you stutter, standing up and resisting the random urge to shake his hand. Everything about this situation is so tense and awkward that it feels like youâre being filmed for a prank Youtube video or something. Knowing Seokjin, the odds of that happening are great.Â
âThatâs my cue to leave then! Bye! You guys have fun!â Seokjin says, jumping to his feet.Â
You vaguely hear Yoongi gasp quietly when you launch yourself at Seokjin, just narrowly keeping from escaping. âOh no, you donât! Who said you could leave? Youâre not going anywhere!â
But like the slippery snake that he is, Seokjin manages to wriggle out of your arms and hop over Yoongiâs coffee table to get to the door. âToo bad! I have classes to get to, so I gotta blast! Use this time to get to know each other or whatever it is that kids do these days,â he says, winking salaciously. With one final sputter of (evil) laughter, Seokjin makes his exit, leaving you and Yoongi to fester in some good olâ fashioned discomforting silence.
âUm,â you say, just as Yoongi opens his mouth to say something too.
âNo, you go firstââ
âYou go aheadââ
The two of you pause mid-sentence, staring at each other. You grin sheepishly at him, motioning for him to speak first.Â
He returns your smile half-heartedly. âSo, um⊠I just wanted to say Iâm sorry for letting Seokjin rope you into this. I tried stopping him, but⊠You know how he is.â
You laugh, sounding a little crazed even to your own ears. Thatâs the longest sentence youâve ever heard him speak!Â
âYeah, believe me⊠I am intimately aware of how he is. Sometimes I wish I wasnât,â you joke.Â
Amazingly, your little quip makes his smile widen, his cheeks puffing up imperceptibly. âGlad we can agree that Seokjin has the amazing ability to ruin peopleâs lives. Itâs almost welcoming to find solidarity in a shared experience.â
âShared experience? Try shared trauma. That dude is a walking serotonin sucker,â you say dryly.Â
You donât think what you said was remotely funny enough to warrant a laugh, but it causes Yoongi to let out a loud snort regardless. But the amusement on his face is short-lived, his cheeks going red in embarrassment. He slaps a hand to his mouth, breaking eye contact once more. âOh fuck, that was so unflattering,â he groans, clearly mortified.
His blush, multiplied by his shy demeanor, makes you want to coo at him, but you doubt heâd take that too kindly. So instead, you change the subject to save him. âSo, uhh⊠The food? You donât have to give me any, by the way. I wouldnât want you to waste your lunch on me or anything.â
Yoongi snaps out of his previous embarrassment, returning to the more familiar stoic expression youâve come to associate with Yoongi. âNo, thatâs fine. Seokjinâer, rather⊠I made enough for two people, so it would be a waste if you didnât eat at least some of it. But I donât care either way if you want it or not.â
For two people? you wonder. So Yoongi had known Seokjin wasnât going to join for lunch?
âOh, if itâs fine with youâŠâ you trail off, meekly making your way towards him. The spaghetti and steak look absolutely delicious, though you donât need to tell him that when your stomach speaks for you. âOh shit, thatâs so embarrassing,â you say, your cheeks heating up this time.
Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. âHavenât eaten breakfast yet, I assume? Thatâs pretty stupid if you ask me. Donât you have class until 5? How the hell would you have survived until then?â
You choke in surprise. Where did all that sass suddenly come from? âExcuse me? Iâm not stupid! I wouldâve been fine with a sandwich from the cafeteria if you must know!â you say indignantly. Youâre too busy being offended that you donât fully comprehend his words, failing to notice how he had known you had class until 5 in the first place.
âSure, whatever you say.â Rolling his eyes, Yoongi starts shifting through his cupboards and pulling out a pink tupperware. He begins to load them with food, nearly overflowing the containers with how much he tries to stuff in them.
âH-hey! What are you doing?â
âPacking your lunch. You have class in a bit, yeah? Itâs almost 11:50 and it takes around 15 minutes to get to the main campus. You wonât have time to eat here and make it in time,â he says, pointing you with a look. âWait. Did you have coffee this morning?â
âYeah? So?â you ask, defensive. âAre you gonna call me stupid again for not having caffeine or something?â
âNo,â he grunts. âIf youâre caffeinated, then that means it should only take you 7 minutes to get to class.â
âThat doesnât even make sense!â you exclaim, but you canât help letting out an incredulous laugh. âWow. Youâre kinda weird, did you know that?â
âYou barely even know me, so how would you know?â he retorts. He finishes placing food into the tupperware and promptly clicks the lid in place. He offers it to you, smirking slightly.
You huff, but your ire is all for show. You arenât actually annoyed by himâheâs just⊠different from what you expected. A little shy, a little rough around the edges⊠but you can tell he isnât a bad guy. You understand why Seokjin loves to torment him; he seems like a fun person to tease.Â
âThat can be amended,â you respond, taking the tupperware from him. Your fingers graze the backs of his hand by accident, causing him to quickly retract his hand as though heâd been burned. You nearly drop the container in surprise, but luckily your reflexes save your precious food just in time.Â
âSorry. About⊠you know.â Yoongi gesticulates wildly, his gaze darting anywhere but at you.Â
You smile secretly to yourself, amused. Ah. Heâs like a human seesaw. Blushy one second and grumpy the next. âNo worries, Yoongi. Iâll be sure to return this container soon, so donât you worry.â
Yoongi shrugs. âKeep it if you want. I donât care either way.â
Says the guy who has an entire cupboard full of color coordinating food containers. âRoger that, Yoongi.â
Yoongi walks you out the door, pausing outside the hallway with you. âDo youâŠâ he hesitates, swallowing loudly enough for you to hear. âDo you⊠want me to walk you out?â
His sudden offer almost makes you want to laugh, but you have a feeling he wouldnât find it amusing at all. Instead, you just shake your head with a smile. âDonât worry. I wonât get lost. I think I remember where the door is.â
He pouts, his lips jutting out cutely. âYeah, well. I was just trying to be nice, but you do you.â
You giggle lightly, patting him on the shoulder. âDonât worry. You were more than nice,â you say, winking for added effect. It does more than you thought it would, causing Yoongiâs cheeks to bloom once more.
With one last wave, you make your way out of the dormitory, your heart a little lighter than before.Â
âHuh. That was weird.â You glance at the pink little tupperware in your hands, its warmth keeping your hands safe from the winter chill. As you walk to class, your thoughts are filled with nothing but a shy boy with soft hands and even softer cheeks. Maybe Tuesday isnât going to be so bad after all.
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No Regrets [in the wee hours]
Took a bit longer than expected, but Iâve finished the next little story! Hopefully Iâll be able to keep a decent pace on these. No overarching plot, just little stories in the same universe with the same characters. Warning for ~*murder*~ in this one!
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I've been all-too-easy to wake up since I was a child; I'd often needed to go from dead asleep to functional, if groggy, as soon as I heard my father demanding action or attention. While I no longer need that reaction time, the old man long since locked up to rot, my brain is set in its ways and very convinced that I need to be able to bolt out of bed and fight God if a dust bunny moves too quickly in my vicinity.
Which is how I found myself waking up in the middle of the night, the sudden shift in the atmosphere bringing on consciousness with all the subtlety of a foghorn.
My room was silent, still, but I knew without opening my eyes that there was a spirit somewhere, and I didn't even give them a chance to speak before I pointed at the sign posted on my wall, barely shifting from my comfortable snuggle in my blanket and not even opening my eyes. Yes, this happens more often than I care to admit. No, I do not enjoy it. At all.
"Resurrection hours are noon to eight. I'm still alive and still need sleep to function."
There was silence, but the presence didn't leave, so I groaned and raised my head, finally opening my eyes to see the translucent, vaguely glowing, and unfortunately blurry spirit at the foot of my bed.
It did finally speak in a bewildered voice.
"Um, I'm being murdered."
Ah, fuck.
I grabbed my glasses from the bedside table and put them on. The spirit at the foot of my bed was tallish -- I've always been bad at estimating height, maybe half a foot shorter than Yvette? Five-nine... ish? -- and seemed to be in his twenties. There was a considerable dark stain on his chest and belly; likely blood, and the cause of his death. The newly-dead tend to show things like that, as they haven't had the time to get used to modifying their form.
I really hate it when brand new ones find me. I'm not sure how it started, but it seems like more and more often, now, the dead are drawn to No Regrets before they even realize they're dead, at least if they're the type to need my help. Wish I wasn't the one who had to break it to him. I'm not great with people.
"Sorry, bro, but I'm afraid they succeeded. Where was it? I'll get the police over there."
"Uhh... my house. I think. It's a little..."
I sighed. Right.
"You're probably a little out of it still... fresh dead usually are. C'mon, I'll take you around until things look familiar."
Climbing out of bed, I headed over to grab my hoodie from the back of the chair. I learned the hard way that sleeping is not a tits out sort of occasion when you're liable to get the dead dropping in at all hours of the night, so I sleep in pajama pants and a tank top. Little too chilly for tank tops outside, though. I shoved my phone in my hoodie and my feet into loafers, then started heading out of my room and down the hall.
"You remember your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation and learn what I could.
"Uh, Davis. Craig? Craig Davis."
"Well, Craig Davis, I'm sorry to hear about your passing. You're gonna need to possess me for this little adventure, by the way, but I'll walk you through it once we're outside."
"I- what?"
Considering how often I find myself lost in normal conversations, dealing with confused new spirits is especially difficult. Still shaking off my body's angry demands for More Sleep was not helping matters in the slightest, either.
"Possession. I'll explain it in just a minute." I rubbed an eye and yawned as I stopped in the foyer to pull a set of keys off one of the hooks on the wall.
Usually, I've got a driver. Not for vanity reasons, but after three or four near-misses caused by Sudden Spirits appearing in the car with me, I elected to hire someone to drive me into and around town as needed. But it was Fuck-This-Shit O'Clock in the morning, and Graves deserved their rest. The dead don't need to sleep, but they can if they so choose -- and it does, after all, conserve energy. The same goes for Yvette and Ashby; it was too early in the morning for most people to be out and searching for a necromancer to kill, so I wasn't gonna disturb them. I could handle a simple spirit chauffeur and 911 call on my own.
The keys were to the motor scooter; it was the better choice in this situation, allowing for more mobility and no passenger seat for any extra ghosts to drop into. That did, though, mean that Craig would need to ride shotgun in my body.
When I got out to the green scooter in the driveway, I paused and looked over at Craig.
"Hey, I know you're probably still a little out of it, so Possession 101." Script time. At least having this stuff memorized made it easier to do while dozy. "Our bodies need to take up the same space, so c'mere." I beckoned Craig over.
"So like⊠step into you?" He asked. Good, seemed like his head was clearing up some.
"Yeah, that's part 1."
He nodded and complied, crossing the space between us and settling in the same location, the two of us clipped into each other like bugged NPCs. It always felt so weird, those moments before a spirit actually possesses you. A sort of wobbly, in-and-out feeling like physics is trying to crush you and the spirit together, or, failing that, just kick your ass to the ground so you're not both in the same place at the same time.
"A'ight, now turn around and face the direction Iâm facing, and overlay your hands onto mine as best you can." It was just a moment for him to obey, and I continued. "I'm not resisting, so you're gonna start feeling like you're being pulled in and pushed out at the same time. Space is trying to equalize. Let yourself be pulled in. It's gonna feel a bit like-"
The whirlpool effect kicked in before I could finish, the sudden snap and release of tension as Craig's spirit sank into my body. I wobbled a bit and grabbed the handlebar in front of me, then shivered at the sudden chill and dizziness. I'm pretty good at taking on passengers like this, but that didn't make it any more pleasant.
"You in there, buddy?" I asked out loud. Especially with new spirits, trying to think at each other was more trouble than it was worth. My lips moved to answer, though it wasn't my voice coming out.
"Uh- yeah. Yeah I'm here."
I grabbed the helmet hanging on the other handlebar and snapped it on, kicking the stand up and plopping heavily onto the seat.
"Great. Let's go."
"Wait, why am I not in control?" came Craig's confused voice. He felt almost frustrated, an undercurrent of emotion that wasn't mine despite being in my mind and body.
"Because this is my body, and I let you in willingly. Easier to keep control when you're letting someone in. Plus," I gave a little snort. "You just died, dude. I've been letting spirits possess me since middle school."
I felt his frustration turn to grumpiness, and then the pressure in my head, like a storm rolling in, that I knew from experience was him trying to take control. I froze and let out an irritated huff.
"You stop that. I'm not dealing with you doing some dumb shit with my body. Either chill out or get out."
"Oh- uh. Just wanted to see if I couldâŠ"
"Uh-huh. Anyhow, now that you're together enough to try joyriding, do you remember much about where you were before you were killed?"
I started up the scooter as emotions rolled through my mind, detached and distant, almost like the muffled dissociation I was used to mid-shutdown. Possessing spirits' emotions always felt weird like that, both mine and not mine, held at arm's length. Craig's was especially turbulent for a new death, but given that he had been murdered⊠I didn't fault him for being a little confused and angry. Even if it did put me a little on edge.Â
"Uh- South Pine Street, Dogwood Acres housing development."
"Baller. That's not far from here. Once we get close to your body, you should be able to feel where it is, so I'll have a house number for the police. Don't want to have them scream in all blue lights and loud sirens and have your killer go to ground before they know which house, y'know?"
The muffled flare of anger that I felt was definitely not my own. I took a deep breath, hoped that the killer had panicked and tried to clean up instead of get rid of the body first, and puttered off towards Dogwood.
The housing development was quiet, lines upon lines of identical suburban boxes lit by flickering street lights that cast the sidewalks and yards in harsh white light. The occasional house had the glow of yellow within, but most of them were dormant. Weaving my way through the maze of streets, each one absolutely indistinguishable from the one before and the one to come, I felt terribly exposed -- and alone despite the spirit currently hitching along in my body.
I turned onto South Pine and brought my scooter to a puttering stop, stabilizing it with both feet on the ground. I couldn't help but bounce my legs to replace the vibration of driving; the sudden lack of sensation would ratchet my anxiety up even if I wasn't currently letting a frustrated dead man hang out in my head to catch his murderer.
...I should be more than a little anxious, really, but half-asleep Tabby once again wrote a check that more-awake Tabby is having to cash, and more-awake Tabby is very used to having to deal with the consequences of her idiot decisions. It occurred to me that normal peoples' consequences didn't usually involve murder, but when you live with the dead, you're bound to meet a few killers.
Two houses down, I could feel- not a tug so much as a presence, an echo of Craig's spirit reacting to his body. It was the only one on the street with its lights on and its garage, while not lit, was open. There was a car in the garage, another in the driveway, and a pickup at the curb in front.
"258?" I asked Craig, though I knew the answer already. His anger flared and I felt the oncoming storm again. I snapped at him. "That's two strikes, Craig. I'm sorry for your death, but if you end up driving my body into a crime scene or, god forbid, getting me killed next, I will kick your ass to whatever afterlife you're headed for and stay there to keep kicking it for eternity."
Big words for a short fat lady, but this is, in fact, my body on the line right now. I probably wouldn't be able to follow through on any ass-kicking, but dammit, I would try.
Craig was silent, and I could feel him steaming, petulant like a child denied a toy but with the power of a grown man behind it. With my stomach tying itself in knots and my hands starting to tremble, I dialed 911, hoping it would help quell the rising panic.
"258 South Pine Street. I think there's been a murder. I don't know the state of the crime scene or if the perp is still there, but you might be able to catch them if you hurry. The victim is Craig Davis, white adult male, either shot or stabbed in the chest, likely multiple times-"
"Wait, is this Tabby? The necro girl?"
Oh god I hope that isn't what the operators call me regularly-- I know I'm a bit of a 911 cryptid, since the usual intruder calls are to the non-emergency line, but if I get known as the necro girl I might have to move to a different state.
"Yeah, uh, necromancer, yeah-" I couldn't help but stumble over my words, now, with my train of thought derailed by the interruption. "-uh, murder?"
"Right! I'll send someone."
I murmured a thanks and hung up before she could ask me to stay on the line. I already had to stay around for the cops so Craig could give a statement, and making small talk with the 911 operator was not in the spoons tonight.
I don't like cops much, but in my line of work, they're kind of a necessity. I need to stay on the police force's good side because I need them to remove attempted murderers from my property on the regular. ...and also because graverobbing is still technically illegal, even if I do have the body owner's permission to dig them up.
At least most of the locals who know of me and my employees are chill about it. It took a bit of effort to get to that point, but now at least people don't run screaming from the less-presentable of my employeesâŠ
The blue lights of the police showed up fairly quickly, followed almost immediately by the red flashing of EMS. I puttered up slowly and parked my scooter just out of range as the officers set to work surrounding the house, then hung my helmet on a handlebar and walked up the rest of the way to watch the impending train wreck. I could feel Craig's anger boiling higher and tried my best to ignore it; Craig himself seemed to have fallen silent and sullen after I called him out.
"Tabby!"
I was standing just off to the side of the ambulance when someone stepped up behind me and called my name, making me jump and cringe.
"Oh- oh dear, I'm sorry, Tabs. I thought I heard you were the one who called this in!"
I straightened up immediately, face burning. I recognized that voice, bright and smooth and kind and--
"J-Jenna!" My voice was barely a squeak as I turned to face her, looking up at the round, dark face of one of the EMTs. She was a good six feet tall, maybe more, towering above me even in her uniform flats, with a brilliant smile and full lips and gorgeous natural hair pulled through the back of her uniform cap, the streetlight illuminating her from behind like a halogen angel.
Jenna had shown up to one of my early calls for assistance at No Regrets, and then she kept turning up, not every time I was in a situation where I'd be around EMTs, but often.
Concern showed on her face as she leaned to look me over.
"Are you okay? Did you see it happen, or-"
I shook my head, buying time to sort out words by tapping my temple with a finger.
"N-no, I uh- the victim woke me up, he's in here, uh, in case the cops need somethin' from him."
"Oh⊠are you getting enough sleep, dear? You sound exhausted. Do you want to sit in the back of the truck?"
It took me a second or two to recover from the way she called me dear, my face burning bright red. I couldn't make eye contact even for the second or two I can usually manage so that people don't immediately think I'm being dishonest.
"I- uh- um- w-well, it's, uh, it is like 4am--" I stammered, trying desperately to find words. "I-I guess 'm sleepin' okay, uh, how're⊠you doing??"
I have never been a great orator and the list of why that is gets a bit longer with every um and stutter.
Jenna's face bloomed into a gorgeous, open grin.
"I'm on 12-hour overnights right now, so I'm basically at least 60 percent Red Bull at any given time. Everyone okay up there at the House? Last I heard y'all were digging up half the lawn.â
I nodded, unable to keep from grinning. At least this was a subject I could talk to her about without making an absolute ass of myself--
"Yeah! The new girl, Chris, she's gotten Daryl and Roy to help her get the vegetable garden going! It's plenty big enough to take care of all of us, and I worked out a deal with the soup kitchen so that they get any of our excess, once things are running smoothly, and I can use their account to buy from that bulk food program that's usually only open to chari- oop-!" I bit my tongue and cringed. Right. I'm pretty sure that's technically fraud and I just admitted to it in front of-
There was a commotion from the house that snapped me back to attention, and the cops were leading a man out in handcuffs. He looked pale and shaken, spattered in blood, and not quite⊠present, like he had just checked out of reality for his own good. That⊠was a familiar look. I furrowed my brow. He certainly didn't look like a maniacal killer-
"He caught me with his wife," I said. Well. Craig said. I jumped. Jenna jumped. I flushed and covered my mouth reflexively.
"N-no that was him! The victim!" I squeaked. Jenna laughed, a hearty belly laugh, and covered her own mouth, though she was doing a terrible job of hiding her grin.
"I figured! If he caught you with his wife, it would be an upgrade!"
At this point, you could probably fry an egg on my face. Hell, my glasses were starting to fog up-- I stammered for a few moments, trying desperately to find something to say, and it was Craig who saved me, if you could call it that. I was too caught up in my embarrassment and awkwardness to realize how much anger and frustration he was radiating.
"Motherfucker told me he'd have my job! Son of a bitch thinks he can get away with doing this to me, he's gonna fucking pay--"
The oncoming storm crashed over me before I could get a grip on it, and all of a sudden I was lumbering forward, snarling words that weren't my own, and dragging a gardening pickaxe out of my truck -- Craig's truck -- on my way to the man and the cops--
I let out a shriek, in my own voice, feeling the sound cutting my throat raw. I wrested control of my body back with a lurch, falling on my ass in the yard with the force of it while the silvery-blue form of Craig was ejected from my body, screaming obscenities.
I threw my hand forward, fighting for whatever thoughts and words I could find to fix this. I saw Craig right himself and move back towards me, and the first incantation -- if you could call it that -- that my brain grasped left my lips in a single desperate breath, with a dizzying rush of power--
"INTHENAMEOFTHEMOONIBANISHYOU--!!"
The force of the hurried exorcism rushed outward like a sonic boom, strong enough for even the mundanes around me to feel, and Craig's spirit let out a yowl of rage for a brief second before twisting around itself and collapsing in with a sickening crunch, crushing smaller and smaller until it was gone.
I winced -- not my best exorcism. At all.
As the flare of adrenaline dropped almost immediately and I came back to myself properly, I realized -- blurrily, as my glasses had gotten thrown off somewhere -- at least two officers had their weapons half-drawn at me, though they were looking over at where Craig's spirit had disappeared.
I collapsed the rest of the way onto the grass, shaking, and covered my face with my hands, trying with everything within me not to start crying. I should have realized he'd try something like that, why hadn't I been paying attention- I could have been attacked, I could have been arrested, I could have had to watch myself beat a man to death and I- fuck--
The sob that came out was squeaky and pained, and I pressed my hands harder against my face, like that would stop anything else from going wrong. I should have brought someone-- I shouldn't have let him possess me-- I should have been paying more attention--
Warm tears ran from the corners of my eyes, down my cheeks, to pool in my ears, making my already-trembling body shiver harder with the unpleasant sensation. I'd let myself get complacent, hadn't lost control of a possession like that in years, and- I'd almost- fuck--
"Honey, honey, sit up for me. Tabby? C'mon, let's get you up--"
Numbly, I let Jenna help me into a sitting position, where she wrapped a blanket around me and pressed an open bottle of water into my hands.
"Take slow sips. Are you okay? Just shaken?"
I nodded, some part of me grateful that I couldn't quite see her face properly without my glasses, because I didn't want to see what she thought about me after that. She sighed, though, and sounded relieved when she murmured "Good."
My whole body felt like jelly, trembling so hard I could feel the water in the bottle sloshing around, and I kept flashing from too hot to too cold to too hot again, and I couldn't even sort out my thoughts--
Jenna sat down beside me and rubbed my back. If I wasn't having a complete breakdown, I might have enjoyed it.
I don't know how long it took for me to calm down and clear my head, but the car with the other man had left, and the other EMTs had loaded Craig's body into the ambulance while Jenna sat next to me and made sure I was doing okay.
After a while, though, I blinked and shifted my torso, then opened the blanket more and cursed at the bloom of red on my hoodie.
I heard Jenna curse as well as she stood up, but I grabbed her pants leg.
"N-no, 'm okay," I mumbled, and instead of trying to speak more, I reached to pull my hoodie and tank up my stomach to show bruised, but completely unbroken skin, covered in blood, rivulets following my stretch marks and making it look even worse despite my being otherwise completely uninjured. "See, 'm okay." This was not the first time I've had a possession lead to the dead's cause of death showing on my own body. It wasn't even the bloodiest.
Jenna sat back down, and I could see her leaning in a bit.
"Well damn. Magic ghost stuff, huh?"
I nodded.
"Magic ghost stuff."
I could see the flash of white against dark skin as she grinned.
"So that exorcism⊠Artemis or Usagi?"
It took me a moment to parse her.question, but all of a sudden I was completely back to myself, just in time to absolutely die of embarrassment.
"L-listen, I- y-you can exorcise i-in anyone's name, i-it's the power and conviction that counts--!!"
"Usagi, then." I could hear the laughter in her voice, laughter that bubbled out moments later. I wanted to crawl in a hole in embarrassment, but- it didn't feel like condescending laughter. I knew what that felt like. She seemed just genuinely amused. "I grew up with Sailor Moon, too."
I couldn't stop the squeak that eaked out, and I covered my face again.
"G-god I hope word about this doesn't get out, people already think I-I'm weird enough, and to- to fall back on anime for magic i-in a pinch is just--"
"Cute," Jenna finished.
I squeaked.
Jenna moved away for a moment, and then she settled my glasses on my nose. I couldn't make eye contact, but I did glance over at her and sheepishly murmur my thanks.
"The officers still want a statement from you, since you made the call and tried to go after the perp, but I don't think they're looking at any charges, givenâŠ" Jenna trailed off and looked over at where Craig had disappeared. "...yeah."
I nodded, slowly, and then found myself yawning, the adrenaline drop setting in especially hard.
"...d'you think it can wait 'til tomorrow⊠'ve kinda had a rough night."
"I think they'll be okay with that."
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I got my first proper request and I literally accidentally deleted it. Am I stupid? Yes. Did I immediately panic? Yes. Do I remember what was on it?........ mostly.
Haha anon I hope you see this I'm so sorry but ily.
The turtles s/o who's usually very calm but just bursts into anger.
Notes: swearing :) I think it's funny
Leonardo:
He's used to a very calm s/o, you like to meditate together, he's always been good with helping you with breathing exercises.
You both like to keep arguments to a minimum, and even when fights do take place there isn't a lot of yelling
But when your mother came to visit :) that was just :) a lot of pressure :)
And she stayed in your apartment :) for a week :) everything was fine :)
Leonardo hadn't seen you for an entire week, not an overly long time, but certainly not pleasant. And he knew that you got stressed when you couldn't see him often. So as soon as you texted saying you had dropped your mother off at the airport, he immediately came round.
You were already screaming the moment you walked in the door.
"Oh she has some nerve! Some nerve! Speaking to me like that!"
"I'm guessing you're car ride went smoothly."
"She's been bugging me all week! When are you getting married? When are you have kids? I want some grand babies before I die! Ugh! She's obsessed with maintaining this perfect image all because her friend's kids are married and making babies like rabbits!"
He stayed quiet, not exactly sure how to comfort you. It wasn't like he could provide you with these things, and by the sounds of it, your mother would never approve of your huge turtle boyfriend.
"She just can't get that I'm happy! I have my own life and it's perfect the way I want it to be! I have a perfect boyfriend! You're a fucking delight! Sheâshe's just so obsessed with her image that she'd never get that!"
"You... You think so?"
"I know so! She's too stubborn and she'll never get how fucking great you are and it justâ UGH! It fries my brain."
"Even though I... I can't give you all those things... I can't legally marry you, we can't have kids."
"Even if you could give me a mansion and a diamond ring, or if all you could give me was a-a fucking walnut! I love you Leonardo, not that prim and proper white satin wedding she's made a thousand Pinterest boards for. I love you, I just wish she would get it."
Leonardo leaned down and kissed your cheek
"I love you too."
He believed in dealing with anger appropriately, but seeing you defend him with such passion made him feel so much more secure.
Raphael:
He's seen you angry before, he encouraged it. He's all about helping you with your confidence, teaching you to not be afraid to take up space and stand up for yourself.
But holy cow. You were mad that night.
He'd warned you not to take the trash out at night, wait to the morning â or better yet, he'll take it out for you when he came to visit after patrol.
But you are Raphael's girl. You are stubborn.
So you take the trash out, and some absolute creep decides that "flirting" in a dark alleyway in the key to a girl's heart.
Raphael swooped in, told the man to scram. But bold and drunk, the man spits back with a "Oh yeah? And would she want anything to do with a freak like you? What are you gonna do? Hit me? Aw, big angry turtle, you're gonna scare your girlfriend away."
It was two of his biggest insecurities. His appearance and his rage, especially in regards to scaring you away. It was a low blow, Raphael should have known to just walk away.
But he clammed up, he'd never admit when his anxiety got the best of him and you don't blame him.
"Oh go fuck yourself. If a vile man like you doesn't scare me, why the hell do you think a good man like him would?"
"A good man? He's not a fucking man! He's some freaky turtle thing, a pretty little thing like you deserves a real man."
"And are you a real man?"
"More real than your little pet."
The next thing you knew, the man was on the ground. You assumed Raphael knocked him out, but Raph's standing behind you and you're the one with your hand in a fist.
"Oh my god. OhâOh Raphie I knocked him out! O-Oh my god!"
"Holy shit Y/N! You probably broke his nose!" Raphael is grinning, shaking your shoulders.
"I didn't mean to hurt him."
"He deserves a broken nose at the least for messing with you! He was an asshole and he needed someone like you to set him straight!"
"I, um, well, I suppose he did! Saying such horrible things about you, I-I guess he did need someone to put him in his place."
Raphael ruffled your hair, "Thank you, my knight in shining armour."
"That make you my Prince?"
"Your Prince who was right about not taking the trash out at night."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
He appreciated you standing up for him more than you could imagine. And he found it mighty hot how hard you hit that guy. Seriously! He must be a good self defence teacher.
Donatello:
Donatello loves you so much, loves holding you and hugging you whenever he can. He adores it when you sit on his lap while he works.
But do you like to cuddle when you sleep? Tough luck. Getting him to bed is like trying to lick your own elbow: near impossible.
Regardless, you try. Because every once in a while Donatello is too tired to fight and he will go to bed.
Tonight is not one of those nights.
"Baby, please, just come to bed. Everyone's already asleep."
"I'll be there in a minute, just go on without me."
You sigh, not really seeing the point in fighting. Instead you return to his bed, trying to keep yourself awake playing games on your phone. When half an hour passes, you go back and try again.
"Donnie come on, aren't you tired? I just want to cuddle."
"I just need to put some stuff on a hard drive, April's writing a new article, she needs it for tomorrow."
You sigh once more, "Promise you'll come to bed right after?"
"I promise."
Donatello's bed is comfortable, but it's more comfortable with him in. You force yourself to stay awake; despite your exhaustion you're determined to cuddle tonight. It's all you want.
But it did not take an hour to put some documents onto a hard drive. And he's being awfully loud for just typing away on a computer.
"Are you fucking joking right now?!"
He jumps, almost dropping the box of beakers in his arms, "Hey love... Can't sleep?"
"You're rearranging your lab?! Why are youâsince when do you rearrange things, huh? What the hell?!"
"I just y'know, thought things needed a change..?"
"Oh, and now is the time to change things, really? Of all the times to move your fucking beakers you decide to do it in the middle of the night after I specifically asked you to come to bed? Seriously?"
He gives a nervous grin, the kind that usually made you smile in return. But it was late â rather it was early at this point â and you were cranky.
"You can sleep without me, you're a big girl." He teased.
"I want to sleep with my boyfriend! I want to cuddle! Is that so much to ask for?!"
Donatello blinked, "You're right, I'm sorry, but I swear, I promise, I'll be ten minutes, honest."
"You can finish this tomorrow. If you're not in bed in the next ten seconds, I am going to scream and wake everyone else up."
"Don't be ridiculousâ"
"Ten."
Donatello jumped, quickly moving to shove supplies in cupboards a little recklessly. You continued to count down from ten, storming off back to his bed for hopefully the finally time this night.
By the time you got to the very firm "Three... Two... One..." Donatello was racing to bed, dived in beside you, crashing and knocking your heads together.
He'd never tell you, for fear you'd let it get to your head, but he kind of liked it when you got bossy.
Michelangelo:
Anger and Michelangelo just don't mix. They just don't. He's the king of communication, he's tries his hardest to avoid fights at any and all costs. You've always appreciated his determination to talk things out with you.
But with his brothers? He shuts down, he goes quiet and just accepts whatever blame they put on him: he knows they don't mean it, they only say mean things when they're angry.
But it hurts, hearing his big brothers tell him he's stupid, that he's childish, that he's lackadaisical.
"What kind of word even is that?! I swear Donnie must read a thesaurus as a bedtime story.."
So he's allowed to complain, and you let him ramble when he comes to visit. He sits on your bed and the words just tumble out of his mouth, lets you move around the room tidying up while he rants.
"I justâRaph keeps calling me stupid. And I justâI-I justâYou know, sometimes I believe it."
You freeze, sweater only half folded and turn to him, "But you're not stupid. Just because you're not some brainiac like Donatello doesn't make you stupid. If that was the case, then I'm stupid, Raph's stupid, April, Leo, Splinter is stupid. Do you think we're all stupid?"
"Wellâno, butâ"
"But what?"
"But I... I am a little stupid."
"No you're not! Mikey, how many times has you out of the box thinking saved the day? Y-You were the one who suggested playing friggen buck-buck to take down Shredder! Y-Your skateboardingâhoverboarding skills saved the world. You think your brothers could do that?"
Mikey scrunched his nose up, "That's not smart though. They're right. My-my focus is all over the place, I-I could never come up with a plan like Leo, I could never have half the brains Donnie has, and Raph justâhe gets things that I don't and I-I am stupid!"
"I need to have a word with your brothersâ"
"And that's another thing! Everyone still treats me like I'm some kid! I don't need you to have a word with them! You're not my mom."
"Then you have a word with them! But sitting here and complaining about things that just aren't true isn't going to change anything!"
He's taken aback. Much like himself, you hardly ever yell, never ever raise your voice at him.
"I am not going to stand here and let them insult you day in and day out! Either you do something about it, or I will!"
He blinks at you, you're aggressively folding the sweater in your arms and grumbling about how you could definitely take Raphael in a fist fight if need be. You mumble something about how nobody gets to speak to your boyfriend like that, and it finally clicks with Mikey.
"Alright. I'm going to talk to them," He's mostly talking to himself, "I'm going to show them that I'm not some stupid, ditzy, lackadaisical kid anymore. I'm your boyfriend, and nobody gets to speak with me that way!"
You beam at him, anger disappearing within the second with his newfound confidence, "Hell yeah! Nobody insults my boyfriend!"
"Your boyfriend!"
"My boyfriend!"
"Your boyfriend!"
His brothers' version of a wake up call is to point out his weaknesses, tell him what needs to be corrected. But you much prefer to build him up, point out his strengths.
But jeez, he does not like your angry face.
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bandaids
synopsis. in the midst of finals season, where routine takes over your lifestyle, you find solace in the voice of your most important person that always seem to know when youâre at your breaking point.
pairing. boyfriend! kim doyoung â student! fem! reader
genre. fluff, angst, slice of life, hurt/comfort, college au, non idol au, established relationship au
word count. 1.8k words
warnings. cursing, mentions of anxiety, depictions of a mental breakdown
song. bandaids by keshi
authorâs note. after looking at my calendar, it has come to my attention that itâs that time of the year: finals season. i just want to let all of you know that you are doing a great job. you made it this far and iâm proud of you. i promise you, you will get through this. hopefully this could give comfort in the midst of your studies. love you all.
friends of flowers
fragile silence
stand beside you
stop your crying
If there is one thing that all college students could agree on, itâs that finals seasons are the absolute worst thing to ever go through in college. Youâre constantly spending every night at the library with your eyes glued onto your textbooks, your brain rushing to keep up in retaining all the pertinent information needed for your exams. Youâre devoting hours onto your laptop with your fingers typing away on your keyboard, internet tabs and pages cluttering your screen as you rush to reach the minimum page count required for your courses.
So many times you have declined all your friendsâ requests for study dates or a simple get-together because you just donât have the luxury to. As much as youâd love to take a break from your studies, you feel like youâre running out of time. It has gotten to the point where your boyfriend has to remind you every now and then to take breaks as he gets concerned for your well-being. And just when you thought you were done with one exam or assignment, you look back on your planner only to find out that thereâs more to complete. Itâs like your pile just doesnât seem to lessen with each passing day, your mentality on the brink of collapse.
Just where is the end to all of this?
You are currently perched over your desk, packets of case studies splayed out on top of your corrections textbook. Your laptop screen shines bright at the corner, documents filled with infinitesimal texts and numbers. To your right lies your essential oil diffuser, planted right on your nightstand with fumes of aroma wafting through the air. You took your best friendâs suggestion in purchasing an aromatherapy diffuser to help relieve some stress youâve accumulated from your studies. Lavender should help out, she said. But to your dismay, you donât feel a single ounce of it lifting from your shoulders. Forcing your brain to believe its effective properties only puts your head more into a strain.
Thatâs when you felt a sharp pain rip through your skull. âGreat,â you groaned to yourself, âanother fucking headache.â You dropped your pen on your notebook and rubbed your fatigued eyes, the pressure from your fingertips massaging away. âGod, I canât wait for this semester to be over with already.â
Crossing your arms, you found your phone lying in the middle of your bed. You forgot that you left it on âdo not disturbâ, finally realizing why you didnât hear your phone ring in the past few hours. You grabbed your phone off your bed. 2:58 am, it reads. Unlocking your phone, you skimmed through your notifications, your fingers swiftly responding to certain messages cluttered up in your phone until you reached to this one particular conversation:
hey babe (sent by doie <3, 11:01pm)
hope youâre eating your meals and drinking water (sent by doie <3, 11:01pm)
just want to let you know that iâm proud of you (sent by doie <3, 11:02pm)
always am and always will (sent by doie <3, 11:02pm)
love you (sent by doie <3, 11:02pm)
You could feel a smile blooming on your lips. It has been a while since youâve seen Doyoung, let alone hear his voice. Is it too late to call him? âHe might be sleeping,â you thought to yourself. âShould I?â Biting your lip, you mustered up the courage and decided to call him. Placing your phone against your ear, you awaited his call. The sound reverberates through your eardrums, the anticipation of having your call picked up diminishing with each passing ring. And just when you were about to give up, the tune stops short on its last ring.
âHello?â a deep voice croaks.
You softly smile at the sound of his voice. âHey,â you whispered. âDid I⊠wake you up?â
âNo, no.â You hear him shuffling on his end, to what you could assume to be from his movements in his bed sheets. âNot at all, baby.â You couldnât help but let out a giggle, touched over the fact heâs easing your guilt of awakening him from his much-needed slumber. âWhatâs wrong? You need something?â
You shrugged your shoulders, a habit youâve developed when talking on the phone with someone. âNo, not really.â You run your fingers through your hair before rubbing the nape of your neck. âI just missed you, thatâs all.â
He lets out a tired chuckle. âI missed you, too.â
You hum a little, âHow are your finals?â
He scoffs. âShit.â
âNot surprised,â you giggled. âYou only have one more left, right?â
âYeah. Chem 4. After that, Iâm ready to sleep for a whole week straight.â
âCan I join you in your sleeping session?â
âYou most certainly can.â
You both shared a laugh, your mind finally distracted from the strenuous documents that resided on top of your desk. âI call dibs on being the small spoon.â
He chortles. âYouâre funny.â
âHey! Itâs only fair.â
âThatâs what you said when you ate my share of fries the other week.â
His voice was much livelier than before, fully awakened from his rest now. You missed the jolly feeling youâd get when you talked to him. All those days and nights spent by his side where nothing else mattered in the world except for your boyfriend, whispering loving affirmations to you just like always. You really did miss him, and you canât wait for this semester to be over to spend quality time with him again.
âHey, y/n?â he called out.
âHm?â
âYou know that all I ever ask of you is to be honest with me?â
Your smile drops. You know where this is going, and frankly, youâre not sure if youâre ready to have this conversation again. Time after time, he would start a conversation with that question followed by his ongoing concerns wrapped in his mind. Sometimes he would ask for your second opinion, but most of the time they were diverted to you, his forever lover. And you knew this time, this is going to be about you.
Your free hand fiddled with the ends of your finger as you chew on your lip again, your eyes peering down to your lap.
â... yes,â you murmured.
You could hear your heart beating through your ears, the silence deafening the space that encompassed you around. Neither one of you uttered a sound to the other, too afraid to whisper through the thick tension planted in the air. Outside your dorm, there are muffled footsteps fading in and out by your door, most likely from your dorm neighbors coming back from another one of their library sessions. He lets out a soft sigh on his end, not one filled with annoyance, but filled with worry, his attention all focused onto you.
â... are you okay?â
And just like that, you felt the dam inside you crumble to ashes. The mask that youâve held from the past few weeks is finally dissolving, the facade released from its shackles. Weeks of putting up a front, telling yourself that everything is okay, is now coming to end. âIâm fine,â you would say to yourself. âThis is nothing, I can handle this myself.â
Oh but darling, thereâs only so much you could take in. Not everyone is perfect, and not everyone is indestructible. May we all be human, for we laugh, cry, smile, frown, scream, shout, cheer.
Tears burned through your eyelids, blurring your line of vision as you tried to hold yourself together. You shakily let out a sigh. â.... no,â your voice cracks. Another deep sigh, and you felt a tear drip down your cheek. âIâm⊠Iâm tired, Doyoung.â More tears cascade down your cheeks, bringing your sleeves up to wipe them away with each drop. âIâm exhausted, Doyoung. Iâm tired.. of all of this. Iâmââ
With the phone still pressed against your ear, you sobbed into the night, finally pouring all your boxed-in emotions out to your lover. You cried out your frustrations, your anger, your desolace. Long have your soul been used to routine that you forgot what warmth felt like. To be cared for, watched for, and loved for.
Your sleeves soaked up all your tears, your eyelids certainly swollen from the sudden rush. You take even breaths, calming yourself down from your breakdown. Throughout your cries, never once did Doyoung strayed away from you, ears firmly pressed against his ear. He took in all, every last drop to mitigate the cold shell youâve developed over time. He said nothing, only offering his presence as a sort of comfort to you for the time being. Once silence took over, all your tears spent, thatâs when he spoke up.
âYou did well, y/n.â
You breathing hitches for a moment, heart skipping a beat from his words.
âIâm so, so proud of you, y/n. You made it this far into the semester and for that, Iâm proud of you.â
And alas, your smile returns. Minuscule it may be, but itâs more than what you could ask for. The feeling of having your shoulders lifted from your burdens made you feel like you could fly again, soar up in the clouds. Your best friend certainly knows how to cheer you up the most.
âSorry about all of that,â you chuckled.
âDonât be sorry.â
You shook your head. âNo, I am. You literally just heard me have a breakdown and cry with snots all over the placeââ
âI donât give a damn about all of that, y/n.â Thereâs a slight shuffle on his end. âI love you for you, and thatâs never going to change. I will love you at your lowest, and I will love you at your highest. Even when you feel like thereâs no hope left in this world, I will bring you back to earth and hold you and remind you that you are hope.â
Just when you thought you had no more tears left in your system, you could feel the waterworks starting again. You bite down on your lower lip, desperately holding it in as love overcomes you.
âYou did well, y/n. Only two more finals to go and youâre finally free.â
You wipe away the stray tear that befallen on your cheek. âThank you, Doyoung. Really.â
âNow go out there and kick some ass for me, alright? Show those professors whoâs the boss around here.â
You giggled. With your two fingers on your temple, you did an informal salute. âYes, sir.â
âThatâs my girl.â
Let this be a reminder to you, to all, that there will always be one person that will love you at your lowest, and will always be there to help pick you back up.
iâm afraid that bandaids
are no good for heartache
not okay, so tell me
when your world is falling down
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Feels Like We Only Go Backwards (Tenet) Neil x Reader
A/N: Hey there guys!!! Iâm back...again ahhhhh. Iâve been gone for a while (I always am) but hopefully Iâll be back for a while now :) I hope youâre all staying safe and doing well. I know the world is ass, but hopefully things will be better soon. Anyway, Iâm obsessed with Tenet right now and I decided that I had to write a Neil x Reader one shot (I love Robert Pattinson, itâs a problem) Also, I think this is my longest fic yet...if someone wants to let me know how to do the âkeep readingâ thing, please tell me omg. Iâm so sorry to those who have to scroll through this. Hopefully I can change that. Anyway folks, ENJOY!!!
p.s pls request tenet stuff. gimme some smut to write.
Summary: You allow your feelings for Neil to get in the way, causing you to compromise the mission and put everyone in danger. (AU, obviously because of the reader insert, and also because this particular scene does not actually happen in the movie).  ~loosely based off âFeels Like We Only Go Backwardsâ by Tame Impala~
Warnings: Violence, mentions of death, guns, blood, wounds, cursing, angst, possibly implications of being âlovers (or friends with benefits)â and luckily fluff :)Â
Word Count: 4,163 (Please fucking teach me how to add the âread moreâ thing holy shit)
You storm down the cold, grey, skinny hallway lit with dimmed fluorescents. There was something inexplicably chilling about this place, but you couldnât quite put your finger on exactly what that thing was. Maybe it was the way the lights reflected against the walls, glowing subtly against the tiles. It wasnât a pretty glow. It was the glow one could expect to see along the walls of a morgue.Â
Maybe it was the peculiar, dull ringing that followed you down the corridor, haunting your every step. Maybe it was the simple sound of your heels clicking against the concrete floors, and the idea that those clacks could call someone to your very location and leave you absolutely defenseless. Maybe it was the fact that you only had two bullets left in your glock.Â
Or, it was because he wasnât with you anymore.Â
You quickly shake off the thought that he, of all people, could make you feel better. You didnât need him. Hell, you didnât need anyone, you thought to yourself. But still, your mind kept circling back to the image of him popping up in front of you, taking your hand and leading you away to-Â
You cut yourself off. You couldnât let your mind wonder for that long, especially about Neil. Still, you canât help but flash back to just minutes ago, when Neil was by your side, when you made the massive mistake of letting your feelings get away of the mission.Â
Neil pulled you down the hall, his hand firmly clasped around the upper part of your right arm. He was practically dragging you with him since you couldnât keep up with his speed.Â
Finally, Neil yanks you into an alcove, hoping you two can hide for at least a few minutes before running again.Â
âNeil you need to give me an answer, what the fuck is-,â Suddenly, Neil pushes you against the wall, his right hand presses hard on your hip while his left hand covers your mouth. His face is in yours. Any personal space between you two is non-existent. Heâs so close that you can feel his breath on your nose. Heâs so close that you can feel wisps of his dirty blonde hair dance across your forehead.Â
He smirks, âNo time for answers.â You felt a twinge in your stomach, like butterflies, or maybe something much more gross, because now was not the time for Neil to make you feel this sort of way.Â
The worst part is that he knows exactly what heâs doing. He carefully selects each and every movement he makes. He removes his hand from your mouth and places it at the nape of your neck instead, his thumb brushing lightly just below your hairline.Â
You stifle a quiet moan at his touch. âN-Neil, what are you doing?â Your voice is quiet, but shaky.Â
âKeeping you calm, I can tell youâre about to lose it,â He says matter-of-factly. Of course thatâs the only reason, thereâs nothing romantic here, and there never will be.Â
âNeil will never feel the way I feel about himâ you think to yourself. You canât help but get a bit angry at his ability to put you under his spell. Despite your heart racing, despite your brain being bent out of shape by the close proximity of Neil, you canât help but feel calmer. And you hated that. You were too stubborn for your own good.Â
He breaks the silence, âAre you alright? I figured youâd have something to say. You said you wanted to talk to me before, didnât you?âÂ
BeforeâŠwhen you had planned on telling him how you felt. You were going to tell him before. Before the mission escalated past the point of return. Before you had ruined everything. Before Neil risked his life to bring you to safety. You had fucked up this time, insurmountably. It wasnât entirely your fault, but you didnât make it much better.Â
Neil blew the entire teamâs cover all to save you. You forgot the script, all because you were far too concerned with how you were going to handle your feelings for Neil. It wasnât just any mission, either. It had to do with Satorâs henchmen. This was Tenetâs way in. This was how you could get more information. This was how you could save the world.Â
And yet, you brought it all down. Somehow, Satorâs men believed that you were the only spy, and that everyone else was legitimate. They were going to kill you and spare the others, but Neil practically threw you out of the room and down the hall before anything could happen. The second he grabbed you, gun shots erupted. Now you had to pay for it, hiding in a barely-lit, cold hallway, with Sator creeping somewhere close behind, ready to attack.Â
Suddenly, the guilt began to overwhelm you. What if this was it, what if you would be the reason Neil would die? What if your actions destroy the mission all together? Tears free themselves from your eyes, sliding slowly down your cheeks.Â
âHey,â Neil whispers as he moves the hand that rested on your neck up to your left cheek. He wipes away a few tears with his thumb. âItâs alright. Weâre going to be fine, donât worry-,â
Before he can get another word out, you grab his hand. âStop, please, just stop,â You plead, unable to take anymore. He has to know what heâs doing to you, he just has to, you think, as your sadness slowly turns to anger. It irritated you that he was able to swoop in and save your day. It irritated you that he was able to touch you and comfort you, despite the lack of relationship that you desperately wanted fulfilled more than anything. None of this was fair. It wasnât fair that he could be this non-nonchalant while you were practically doubled over with butterflies and other real anxieties from the situation you were currently in.Â
Neil looks a bit more annoyed now. âIâm just trying to help,â He says, his eyes staring deeply into yours. Those eyes, you could drown in them if you werenât careful, so you snap back into reality, allowing yourself to feed into your anger.Â
âMaybe I donât need your help,â You say, instantly regretting the words as they leave your lips.Â
The corners of Neilâs mouth turn up slightly, his cocky attitude showing yet again. âSo back there, earlier,â He gestures backwards, to the past, âYou didnât need my help?âÂ
You shake your head, âIâm just sick of this.â
Neilâs smile fades away as a confused look finds itself on his face. âOf what?â Thereâs a sadness in his voice. âUs?âÂ
His use ofâUsâ immediately takes you back. âWhat the fuck does he mean by âUsâ?â You ask yourself. You were undeniably close, but he never confirmed or denied his feelings for you.
Your stomach does a back flip before you allow yourself to grow angry again.Â
âThere is no âUsâ, and thatâs the problem Neil,â You say, pushing him off of you. He stumbles out of the alcove and rushes back in, closing the space between you and him once again.Â
Neil gives you a puzzled look.âBloody hell,â you hear him mumble under his breath. âWhat the fuck are you talking?â Thereâs a seriousness in his voice now. His cocky facade disappears into nothingness. Heâs frustrated, and itâs all because of you.Â
You just couldnât take it anymore. You needed to say it.Â
âDonât act like you donât know how I feel.â Your voice is louder now, and it seems as though youâre practically begging to give away your hiding spot. âNeil I-,â
He covers your mouth with his left hand once again. âAlright thatâs it,â His voice is still quiet, âYouâre the one that needs to stop now. You donât know how much I-,âÂ
You push him into the wall before he can get a word out, just as he had interrupted you seconds ago.Â
You step out into the hallway. âI donât know what? How much you donât care about me?â You notice the sudden pain in Neilâs face. You didnât expect that, but you also refuse to believe itâs real. âI donât need you, Neil. I never have and I never will.âÂ
You begin walking down the hallway as Neil whisper shouts your name, trying to get you to come back without blowing your cover.Â
â(Y/N)! Please!â He calls out.Â
A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and stops you dead in your tracks, â(Y/L/N), Iâve been waiting to meet you.â Itâs a familiar voice, a voice youâve heard before. Itâs bitter, callous and malignant. A chill runs up your spine as the name of the voice dawns on you. You flinch, quickly stepping backwards and spinning around to look at the devil-man in front of you. Although, you know he would prefer if you referred to him as a god.Â
âSator,â You curse, spitting on the ground disrespectfully. You brandish your gun, trying to put on your best fake-confident face. Sator doesnât know you only have two bullets left, and quite frankly he doesnât need to, you think to yourself.Â
Before you can even aim, Sator launches towards you.Â
You jump back, and turn around to run. Thereâs no way you could get away from him in what you were wearing. Your black kitten heals slowed you down a great deal. Your tight, black dress made it hard for you to move in any way at all.Â
Sator is right behind you. You kick off your heels, allowing you to speed up a bit. While running barefoot is much better, you know you canât last forever. You run for a few more seconds before realizing that Sator is only getting closer.Â
You turn around, back peddling now. You hold your glock up and aim.Â
BANG!Â
The bullet misses Sator and ricochets off the tiled wall. What the fuck? You think to yourself as the bullet falls to the ground. The walls must be bullet proof or something.Â
Sator is almost within an armâs reach of you. You lift your gun again and take aim.Â
BANG!
But itâs no use. you miss again. This time, the bullet hits such an angle that it comes back straight towards you. It grazes against your left side.Â
âFUCK!â You cry out in pain, stumbling a bit. You try your best to continue running, but the pain is far too great to keep going. You feel your legs starting to give out. You crumble to the ground, letting a small whimper of pain escape your lips. You grab your side, blood draining into your hands and onto the floor.Â
Sator chuckles maliciously. âYou seriously thought you could get away? This is my place. Youâre playing in my world,â He shakes his head and reaches for his gun. He points the weapon directly at your head,
âAnd just so you know, Iâm God here.âÂ
Tears form in your eyes as you hear the gun cock. You brace yourself for impact as your thoughts find their way back to Neil. You hate how you left things, especially considering that would be the last conversation he ever had with you. Guilt began to grow heavy in your stomach.Â
What a way to die, totally and completely guilty, a failure, and alone, You think to yourself, as tears fall down your cheeks.
Sator chuckles again. âCrying are we know? Too late for tears, (Y/N). I think youâre all out of time.â You shudder at his words and you prepare for this moment to be your last, shutting your eyes tightly.Â
âNo! (Y/N)!â A familiar voice cries out from behind you.Â
BANG!
You open your eyes to see Sator standing in his place, the gun now pointing above your head. You look down and see a single bullet right next to you. It must have ricochetted off the wall, just like yours did. But where did it come from? You think.Â
Turning around slowly, you spot who Sator is pointing his gun towards.
âN-Neil,â You stutter, wincing in pain simply from talking. His gun points back at Sator.
His eyes nervously look you up and down. This was far different from when the evening started. You remembered the way Neil looked at you when you had finished getting ready. You remember how he knocked on the door to your hotel room and let himself in. He didnât wait for you to give him the okay.Â
âWow,â Neil said, taken back by your tight, little black dress. He looked you up and down, seemingly removing each article of clothing in his head. âYou look incredible.âÂ
You missed that moment now. You wish you could just go back. But now you were faced with reality, with a gun in your face.Â
Sator looks down at you, and back up to Neil. âI think Iâll let you watch her die, and only after you watch her take her last breath, Iâll kill you too. Howâs that?â
âI donât think thatâll be necessary,â Neil states confidently. You look up at him, confused.Â
Just as Sator pulls the trigger, Neil grabs your arm and slides you out of the way.Â
In the near distance, just a short ways behind Sator, you see a fiery cloud of orange erupt, followed by a massive boom. Neil somehow was able to orchestrate some sort of explosion.
Sator stops in his tracks and turns to look behind him, giving Neil just enough time to pick you up and run down the hallway, turning down a series of other corridors in an attempt to outrun Sator.Â
It isnât long before Neil realizes that youâre bleeding onto him. âH-holy shit,â He looks down to your left side. âI need to get you out of here.âÂ
You ignore what heâs saying. âWhy did you come back for me?â You whisper to Neil.Â
He steals a quick look at you as he continues to run down the hallway, but he doesnât answer your question.Â
You clear your throat and try again. âWhy did you come back?âÂ
He ignores you again as you approach an intersection of 3 hallways, each one looking the exact same as the one youâre currently in. Neil pauses for a second, contemplating his options. His heart is beating out of his chest. Youâve never seen him this nervous. While you had only been at Tenet for about half a year now, you had grown to know Neil far too well. The stolen moments you shared, the kisses you swore to tell no one about. You didnât know what you were with Neil. You didnât know if this was superficial or real to him. But, you knew his emotions like you knew the back of your hand. You could tell he was panicking. You had never seen him quite like this. Something was different. Suddenly, Neil grunts and choses to go down the hallway to your right.Â
You wanted to say something to him, to talk to him, but you felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness. You knew you needed to stay awake. Neil looked down to check on you and immediately noticed your condition.Â
âStay with me, okay?â He begged. You had never heard Neil talk like this before. âPlease stay with me. Iâm right here, itâs going to be okay.â He started to pick up his pace, practically sprinting down the hallway now.Â
âN-Neil?â You managed to call out to him.Â
âYes, darling?â He responded between gasps for air. You could tell that he was getting tired.Â
âAre you okay?â You ask, looking around his body for any signs of blood or even for a possible gun shot wound.Â
Neil starts to slow down a bit. He looks down at you again, âIâm alright. Itâs you Iâm worried about.âÂ
âYouâre not actually worried, are you?â You ask.Â
Neil stops for a second, completely out of breath. He takes this as an opportunity to look at your injuries again. He puts his hand over your wound and feels all the blood thatâs there. He shakes his head, clearly nervous about how much blood youâve lost. He readjusts his hold on you, making sure youâre secured in his arms.
He brings his face closer to yours. âFuck, of course Iâm worried about you,â He says in a stern tone. He seems annoyed at the thought that you didnât know he cared about you. âWhat the fuck would make you think otherwise?â He isnât just annoyed now, heâs angry, yet he doesnât take his face away from yours. You can feel his breath on your nose, just like you did before. The wisps of his hair greet your forehead again too.Â
âI-I guess I just donât know how to read you,â You say, taking a deep breath once you finish your sentence. Neil quickly picked up on your labored breathing and began to jog again.Â
Thereâs silence for just a few seconds before Neil finds the right words to say. âI came back for you because I care about you. The second you left I chased after you. You were just far too quick for me.âÂ
Your heart flutters in your chest. You didnât know how much he cared for you. You figured he only saw you as a member of the team, a coworker, a girl to flirt with, someone he had to care for out of convenience and association. The way he was speaking now lead you to believe that he cared for you far beyond that. You stare up into his blue eyes, gathering the courage to finally confess how you feel to him. You felt yourself slipping more quickly out of consciousness, and you desperately wanted him to know how you felt.Â
âNeil, I just want you to know that-,â
Your words are interrupted by the loud swinging of a door. Suddenly, youâre outside the now flaming building and in the bitter, dark night. The wind whips and nips at your bare skin. You take a quick look around and remember that youâre in Amsterdam. At least itâs a pretty place to die, You think to yourself. You shiver as the wind attacks you again.Â
Neil notices how cold you are. He sets you down on a nearby bench and takes his brown suit jacket off, draping it over you. He picks you up and starts jogging again.Â
Just a short ways up the street is the BMW he had been driving for the mission. He opens the car door with one hand, making sure to keep you nestled into his chest with the other. He puts you down on the passengerâs seat, buckles you in, and carefully shuts the door.Â
When he gets in on the other side, he sees you drifting off again. âCome on, (Y/N), stay with me, please,â He pleads. He leans over to you and gently kisses your forehead. Your eyelids throw themselves open as Neilâs lips leave your skin. He starts the car engine and begins to drive away. He doesnât say a thing, but you canât stop thinking about what just happened.Â
âWhat was that?â You ask, wondering if he simply did that to distract you, to wake you up. He had to know what effect he had on you.Â
Neil doesnât say a thing. He only speeds up, blasting through red lights and ignoring stop signs. You look over at him. He looks like an absolute mad man. His dirty blonde hair is a mess. Dark, purple bags rest under his blue eyes.Â
At one point, Neil turns the on the radio and glances at you. âTry to listen to some music, maybe it can keep you awake.â Or maybe his concern for your well being could be enough motivation for you.Â
It feels like I only go backwards baby,
Every part of me says, âGo aheadâ
I got my hopes up again, oh no, not again,
Feels like we only go backwards, darling.Â
Neil somehow gets even faster. You notice that heâs pushing the gas pedal all the way into the floor of the car. You manage to get out one final sentence before losing consciousness, âIf I donât die from this wound, I might die from your driving.â
Then, your eyes shut and the whole world goes black.Â
ââ
Your eyes feel like theyâre glued shut, but you force them to open. Thereâs an arm pulling you in tightly to a firm, warm chest. You inhale deeply, instantly recognizing the scent.Â
It was Neil. His face was right in front of yours. He looked so calm, so relaxed. Either this was Heaven, or he somehow managed to save your life from his hotel room. You were hoping it was the latter. You wanted this to be real life.
Neil began to stir about a bit, but his arm never left your back. In fact, the more he stirs, the closer you seem to get to him. You decide to take it all in, because you know reality is going to come crashing down eventually. You know Neil is going to back off of you, apologize, and quickly say that he was merely watching over you to make sure you werenât dying and didnât mean to fall asleep. There was no way that he meant to hold you like that.Â
âGood morning,â Neil said casually, not taking his arm off of you. He manages to pull you even closer still. Now your noses are touching. A playful smile stretches across Neilâs lips.Â
You couldnât believe this was happening. Youâre shocked, too shocked to say a thing.Â
Your silence makes Neil concerned, âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something? Are you in pain?â
You smile at him, âNo, everything is okay. Of course Iâm in pain, but this feels good.â Neilâs smile reappears. But, youâre still confused. âI just need to know something Neil,â You say, as the smile disappears from Neilâs face yet again.Â
âWhatâs the matter?â He asks as he draws letters on your back, or at least thatâs what it feels as though heâs doing. Â
You shake your head slightly. âNothing is the matter,â You pause, recalling the events of the previous night. âItâs just, am I okay? How much blood did I loose? And Neil I need to know how you feel about-,âÂ
Neil abruptly cuts your rambling off, âYouâre alright. I took care of you after you passed out. I cleaned out the wound and sowed you up. It was easier to do with you asleep, to be honest. I donât think you wouldâve like it very much,â Neil grins before continuing, âLuckily your heart rate stayed completely stable the whole time.âÂ
You nod your head, waiting for him to address the half asked question towards the end of your rambling that he seemed to get the understanding of. But, thereâs no response.Â
You decide itâs time to say something. It canât wait any longer. âNeil, I need to know what all this means. I need to know how you feel about me.âÂ
âLikewise,â He returns, but thereâs no grin upon his face. Heâs serious, if not somber.Â
Regardless, youâre annoyed. âLikewise?â You repeat back to him. âIâve liked you since the second I saw you, and I feel as though Iâve made that abundantly clear. Iâve given you all the signs, all the hints, and you just continue to play these stupid ga-,â
Neil cuts you off, âI had to sit there and watch you almost die. I worked on your wound all night. Iâve been fucking terrified for the past 12 hours wondering whether or not you would make it. I ditched the team to make sure you were safe, and I donât regret that choice one bit. These arenât games (Y/N). Being in love with someone isnât a fucking game.âÂ
Silence fills the room. Being in love with someoneâŠthose words repeated over and over again in your head. You couldnât let them go.Â
Neil catches gaze and holds it. Heâs waiting for something from you, but you donât know how to communicate how you feel anymore. It was like he broke you.Â
You know Neil canât take the tension anymore, and before you can say a word, Neilâs lips hungrily crash into yours. He grabs your waist carefully, keeping you pulled in tight without hurting your wound.Â
Neilâs lips leave yours. âAre you happy now?â He asks, brushing where he just was with his thumb.Â
âY-yes,â You say, wanting more.Â
âThen itâs settled,â Neil states confidently. He smiles slyly, as he always does.
Youâre confused beyond belief. âWhat is?â
âThat youâre mine,â Neil says, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb. He brings your face closer to his, and kisses you again.Â
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Daddy's Work Trip
(My First Ever TF Story I Made, Enjoy!)
-[The Past Week]-
My dad had been ordered on a business trip, he was to be going off across the states for a good solid week. Now normally that wouldn't be a problem at all, normally I say. But he just so happened to ground me earlier this week had taken all my electronics other than my phone. So before he leaves on his trip I need to find them so he can't hide them before I can get them safe. Today I just so happen to have the chance to go and search.
-[Present Day]-
"Now don't you think about finding your stuff James. I will return it all to you and get you something else if you don't try to pull one over on me. I need to go get another suitcase at the store before my flight. So I will see you when I get home to say goodbye before my flight out." My dad said before he kissed my forehead and turned to the door. "Don't be mad. You were the one who decided to break coffee pots with your fucking stupid soft drinks. See you soon Jamey." He reached for the door and proceeded to walk out and headed to the store.
About ten minutes when by and I felt it was a good amount of time by then. "Ok so he should be gone for now. Now let's check around his took for my laptop. He will just easily think he misplaced it when he gets home. So lets check his suitcase first. He might take it with him on his trip to keep it out of my reach the entire time." Proceeding to his room I looked around for his casually vibrant pink suitcase. You could guess he was either a very feminine man, or he was gay. Him being the latter. He came out to me about 8 years ago when I was 11. So I have known his sexuality for a while, doesn't bother me though. I pull his suitcase onto his bed and zipped it open. "Ok dad. Lets see what you are taking on your trip." Looking inside I couldn't really see anything other than his clothes. "Please don't tell me I betrayed his trust for nothing." As I say that I move the clothes over and see my computer. "I KNEW HE WAS GOING TO TAKE IT WITH HIM! Well, don't mind me while I just take my property." I reach inside and go to grab my computer. As I do I brush my hand against something sharp and get pricked a little deeply. "Well shit! That hurts. But it isn't like i got blood on anything. He won't be able to know. I just-" I start to feel lightheaded. "I just need to⊠To⊠To restâŠ" My body gets extremely heavy and starts to burn and soon they all end and I pass out.
-[2 hours later]-
"H-Huh⊠What happened?" I try to go rub my eyes as I opened them but I realized I couldn't move my arms, and not just that. I soon realized my entire body was paralyzed. As I started to panic I could hear a car pull up. "Shit! What do I do?! I guess I just need to tell him I'm sorry and get his help." I waited in my dad's room for about ten minutes before I started to worry. But they are soon brushed over as my dad stepped into his room. "Oh thank god. Dad! Something happened! I can't see to move, can you call the hospital?" Nothing. "Dad? Why aren't you answering me?" No answer. "Dad?" I don't understand whats going on. Not until he gets closer to the bed, and he keeps getting larger. "Where did that damn boy go, cause it looks like he tried to get his computer Cyrus.." He wasn't talking to me, but he turned and I saw her had his ear piece in and was on the phone. "Yeah I know I was just a bit hard. But he can't just decide he has the right to break everything and leave it for me to pay for." Is he still upset? Why can't he notice me! "Do I see the piece you sent for me to buy? Yeah I'm looking right at it babe. Are you sure its ok to if I wear it? It looks very beautiful and I don't want it to get saliva on it. And before you say it, yes I know a tongue piercing is supposed to get saliva on it but you know I collect some and just dont wear them." As he spoke I got worried. He was speaking of a gift he bought as he looked at me. What is going on. "Ok fine I'll wear it babe. Thanks for getting me the piercings babe. I love you." He hangs up the phone and then gets on his knees and looks at me. "You are one lucky piece of jewelry little guy. I'm positive James would have stolen you if he found you. But now you get to come along with me for my trip. And get to see the inside of my mouth as well!" "Dad? What are you doing. What do you mean jewelry! It's me! James! Why can't you see me! I'm your son not jewelry." I said to him. But nothing seemed to register for him. It was like⊠I wasn't me. And soon I realized what was happening. Jewelry? Tongue piercing? Not noticing me? I couldn't believe it and didn't want to. But soon my dad grabbed me and took me into his mouth, and having taken out his old piercing, he put me in. I started to panic and soon, even though I seemingly had no brain anymore, my anxiety kicked in and, having an anxiety attack, I passed out. Days passed without me waking. By that time my dad was already out of our state.
-[3 Days Later]-
I hadn't figured out where James went before I left for my trip and I hadn't gotten a call or message from him either. I was now in Portland, Oregon. My business meeting was taking place later today but I was currently eating at a cafe and waiting for my boyfriend to meet me here. I finally see him and wave him in. "Hey Cyrus! I'm glad to see you again." I got in and take a hug before I kiss him and slip my tongue inside his mouth and letting our tongues play for a second before I go back and sit down and drink my coffee.
I wake up to a harsh and assaulting situation. I was in a dark place and there was no light coming in at all. It felt really damp and humid. And something kept on hitting me under and over me. Soon, I figure out where I was. My father still hasn't noticed I was his tongue piercing. What just happened was that I had taken a part in my dad's makeup session. I feel like it can only get worse from here.
Cyrus comes and sits next to me and I kiss his cheek softly. "So you are gonna meet me again tomorrow after my business duty is over right? Its gonna be the last day I'm here so I thought we could enjoy our special time together doing some special things. What do you think?" He seems to be thinking it over and I soon know he is just playing with me. "Of course babe! I got a new place as well and we can bust it in when you stay before your flight home." I lean in for another kiss and decide to whisper in his ear. "how about we feel you up and suck your off big boy? Let's let this new piercing get broken in as well, not just the bed~" I bite his ear playfully before he speaks. "I actually have a gift for you to have once we get to my place. So just you wait and you'll be having tons of fun! I got to jet now though. See you at my place tomorrow?" I accept and wave him off before finishing my coffee and heading to my business conference.
Over the course of the next hours I am assaulted his hot beverages that burn my skin, cold water that chills by metal bones, gritty food that hits my head, and so much more. I am just excited for this trip to be over. Hopefully my dad will find a way to get me back to normal. Surely he can figure out I'm in his mouth. The final test approached as he drove into a driveway though. His boyfriend greets him and he locks the car and proceeds inside.
Enjoy in the drive I finally get the embrace of my boyfriend and we head inside. "So what is this gift you have for me babe? I already have this piercing." He looks over at the table and I soon proceed to as well. It is another tongue piercing. But it is a special one. The exact one I lost the first tike I met him. "Took me a while but I figure out where it was. Someone turned it in a bit ago after finding out it wasn't worth much of anything. I cleaned and disinfected it for you. So now that old one you are wearing now can just be tossed out. Cause this one is more important than any." For a second his smile seemed to be hiding something sinister it seemed but I brushed it off. "Babe⊠I'll put it in right now!" "NO DON'T! I meannn⊠Um lets still break that one in while you can. I'm sure you won't take this one out for a while. So lets start getting dirty. Starting with this." He soon proceeds to undress, my predator instincts kick in and I tackle him and start our session of intercourse.
I didn't like any of this. Was I going to be thrown away? Disposed cause of a new old sentimental relic? But most importantly, what is cyrus doing. I don't have a lot of time to think before my father starts to tongue at Cryus' asshole getting in and feeling all around. I can still somehow smell and I can only describe it as revolting. The smell was so bad and the experience only got worse. "Get ready big boy, someone is gonna get some rod suction." Then my dad proceeded to give Cyrus a lot and agonizing blowjob that lasted for longer than thirty minutes. It was so painful. His hot and throbbing shaft kept rubbing into my bulbs as he kept on pumping my dad's face over and over again until finally. *Release* "Be a good boy. Take all of daddy's seed. Swallow it all. Not one drop left." My dad did just that. He swallowed every single bit of Cyrus' semen. Afterwards they cooled down but stay naked. "You wanna try the old piercing on babe? See if it fits?" "I'd love to. You want to hold this one?" "Dad. Dad no. Dad don't take me out! No please don't! Dad!" The plees go unheard as I'm undone and placed into Cyrus' hand. "You mind if I wear it from now on? My old one just broke and I could use a good and new one. I would really like it if I could use this one." Say no. Please dad say- "Sure! As long as you take good care of it I don't mind. Its not like I'll need it back anything soon. So just have it." No⊠Please⊠"Good! I'll put it in right now!" Cyrus takes me undone into his mouth and secures me into his tongue as he sticks it out. "Like it? It feels so good." "You know I do. If James was here he would have a hoot. He is in love with piercings and he would want that one so badly." "Don't worry Malcom I'm sure he knows it very well. Don't worry." The smile I see him produce chills my very core. "Hahaha. Yeah he probably already has it. Well I'll be heading to the airport. I'll text you when I'm home. You get some sleep ok?" "I will. I'll enjoy this gift from you. Something tells me it will be just perfect. And I have a feeling it won't ever break." WhatâŠ
After exchanging the piercings I kiss Cyrus goodbye and head to my car and start driving away. Still nothing from James. I'll have a talk with him when I get home. Until then its me time.
I see my dad's car leave from the view of cyrus' mouth. His next words chill me even more. "Your dad sure is hot isn't he right?" Did he just talk to me? "If you are wondering, yes. I was the one who did this to you. I'm what they call, a channelist. I have the ability to change anyone I seem unworthy into objects for as long as I need. Now you have a choice. Well two." I don't pay attention to him as I'm processing all that has just been said. If I cry I would. But I can't seem to feel anything other than Chris' hot and humid breath passing by me. "I can tell you aren't listening. I give up on trying to help you. I will make you become so close that you wont ever be able to get away from your father." He proceeded to call and ask my dad back over so he can give him one final gift and do it one more time. The answer my dad gives us clear. "Yes."
I had dumbly forgotten my flight was tomorrow and was about to just wait the night out alone when Cyrus called. He invited me back and I immediately accepted. I rushed back to his house and opened the door. I saw him sitting in a spinning chair as he spun to face me and I saw him holding a small crystal human figure. "What's that babe?" "I thought we could have a final go at our experiment from long ago. Remember your cock vore days? Well I had been saving this little guy for such a day. So what would you think about sending this little dude down yous shaft to be trapped inside your sentence tank forever?" "Oh hell yes."
The motions were going so fast. I couldn't believe what was happening. My dad walked into the room and the conversation was going good until they noticed me. Then cyrus said they should put me inside his cock. The closer my dad got the more terrified I became. Slowly he undid his belt them his shorts and finally lost the underwear. He went and grabbed me and held me in front of his face. "I feel bad for you little guy. Only now getting to see a real man. But don't worry, I'll keep you with me all the time till I die. You'll be a good company for my semen. Just you wait. I cant wait for this pleasure to come, so I am gladly going to enjoy using you." His words didn't show a sign of concern. Cyrus was giggling as he later back and watched. My dad stuck me in his mouth and slowly coated me in saliva before spitting me out and grasping his erect and lethally large cock. "Down the hatch fucker." He showed no sign of compassion. He was a harsh and cruel ruler as he lowered me into his slit and I cried out to no avail. He slowly worked me down as he kept me traveling closer and closer to the end before. *plop* I fall into his sentence chamber and I hear his moans loudly. "Best gift ever babe."
Cyrus never told my dad about me. And after he got home he never found me. I was declared missing and search parties started and ended. Days turned to weeks which turned to months then years. My dad and Cyrus got married and all the time I never despise inside his semen, I was there since that day and I was part of everything. From the beginning I never should have been ungrateful. Cause I would still be a son instead of a cock toy. But there isn't a way to save myself now. This is my life now. As my dad's work trip toy.
-[END]-
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home {poe dameron x reader}
summary: poe made a promise to always come home, and itâs one heâs determined to keep
warnings: swearing, mentions of injuriesÂ
more hurt/comfort fluff?? i almost sent myself off to sleep writing this bc of the ending and bc i am shattered. anyhoo, enjoy!
- jazz
p.s i skimmed this, but it has not been properly proof read haha oops pls bare with me, i will do it in the morningÂ
It had only been five days.Â
Youâd been apart from Poe for far longer than that; sometimes weeks, sometimes months. It was just part of being in the Resistance, and something you both knew you had to do, but it didnât make it any easier. You must have had some pretty foul luck to have met the love of your life during a time in which the galaxy insisted on keeping you apart - but one look at the pilot, and all that faded away. He always made it home to you, no matter what. Heâd made that promise to you pretty early in the relationship, and you knew it to be true. You could never doubt Poe.Â
The Blue Squadron was due back to base at midday; the mission had been pretty secretive, so the comms lines had been shut most the time. Even after begging Leia to let you man the singular one that connected you to Poe, sheâd refused, knowing it would only make things worst. The General only ever spoke from experience, and she had plenty in waiting around for cocky pilots. Whilst Poe was arguably a little less reckless than Han, she knew that you would both act as a distraction to one anotherâs work. You were equally important to the Resistance, and she couldnât have you moping about on a commslink for hours a day. The joke was on her for that one, because you still moped, even when you werenât trying to reach your guy.Â
 âWhat time is it?â You asked Finn.Â
â11.56.â He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised. âSo the same time as when you asked thirty seconds ago.âÂ
âIâm just anxious.â You grumbled. âIâve been so lonely the last five days.â
âYou mean the last five days that youâve spent with me?â
âHey, itâs nothing personal!â You nudged him in the ribs. âYou miss him too.â
âI do.â Finn nodded. âWe really are just a pair of simps.â
âFriends who simp together, stay together.â You grinned. âAnd if me and Poe ever break up, you have first dibs.â
âSame for you, if Rey and I ever break up-â
â- that would require you getting together in the first place.â You reminded him. Finn could only scowl in response.Â
âIâm trying!â He held his hands up in defense. âItâs just complicated.â
âNothingâs complicat - theyâre here!âÂ
You leapt off the crate youâd been sat on, sprinting across the hangar to where a fleet of X-Wings were grouping. Jess came in first, followed by Snap, and then Kare. Poeâs jet was the last to come in, which was unusual for him. He almost always lead the squad - aside from the time heâd managed to blow an engine and had to call you out to tow him back (itâs how youâd met, actually). Bar a few new dents and scratches, his jet looked to be in decent condition, with BB-8 whirring away from where he was perched in the back. You took that to be a good sign, even if heâd been the last to get in.Â
A crowd of mechanics reached the fleet before you, tools in hand and ready to repair whatever damage the First Order had thrown at them. You gave Jess a smile and a high five as you passed, but your line of sight was dead set on finding the curly-haired pilot. You had to elbow your way through the crowd, heartbeat picking up as you did. Man, youâd missed him. The last few weeks had been rough for you both and being constantly pulled apart only made it worst. All you wanted to do was to see him, to hug him and-
- You hit Poe with a thud, chests colliding. He immediately wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest and burying his head against yours. He smelt faintly of jet fuel and smoke, which was fitting.Â
His lips were on yours the minute heâd let you go, hands tightly gripping your cheeks as he kissed you with all his might. Yeah, heâd missed you too.
âHey, baby.â You couldnât help but smile, eyes finally meeting - it didnât last long though, not when you saw the state of his face. âOh my god. Your eye! And your lip! And-â
â- I missed you.â Poe brushed it aside, pressing another exhausted kiss to your lips. Â
âI missed you too.â You softly sighed. âThe fuck happened to your face, though?â
âJust...First Order stuff.â He bit his lip, brown eyes falling to the floor.Â
You sighed. âShit, Poe.âÂ
âI know. He gently nodded. âIâm okay though. Iâm here with you. Thatâs the important thing.â
âYouâre right.â You agreed. âCâmon, Iâll take you to medical-â
He cut you off with a groan. âLetâs just go back to my room. Please?âÂ
âBut your face.â You gently ghosted a thumb across his bruised cheek, flinching when he shuddered slightly. âI mean...I have a first aid kit. I can always take a crack at it.â
âThat sounds a lot nicer than those nurse droids.â He smiled.Â
âBut you have to promise to get checked over tomorrow, okay?â
âI promise.â
Poe flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you headed out the hangar. His own room was actually in the opposite direction, but he practically lived with you in yours. It always felt so much nicer. Youâd managed to make it a lot homier, with photos of the two of you and fairy lights strung up. The scent of your perfume always lingered in the air and sleeping in your bed was the closest he could get to you when you were away on missions. In return, he left his jumpers and hoodies laying around for you to have free reign of. It was a weak form of paying rent, but he hadnât heard any arguments.Â
You could tell that Poe was tired from the way he walked. He usually had a swagger in his step, smiling at everyone who passed. Now, he was leaning on you for support, dark eyes staring dead ahead with exhaustion, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour to process what heâd witnessed over the last few days. Youâd been on his mind the entire time.
âHere we go.â You gently lead him to the bed, helping him shrug off his charred flight suit. He caught your lips in a chaste kiss as you moved it off his shoulders, hands suddenly grabbing yours.Â
âYou know I love you, right?â
âOf course. I love you too.â You murmured. âIs something up?â
Poe pulled you down onto the bed beside him, eyes finally meeting yours. âI just...I got captured on the mission. Very briefly, but still. It was scary, and there was a moment when I wasnât sure I was gonna make it back.â
âPoe.â Your breath caught in your throat. âIs that why your face is all...â
âLike this?â He chuckled slightly. âYeah. Iâm sorry.â
âHey, donât be.â You squeezed his hands. âItâs not your fault, and like you said earlier, the important thing is that you here now.â
âI know, but I promised you, didnât I? That Iâd always come home?â
âAnd you did.â You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. âNow câmon, I gotta stitch you up before this scars.â
âI reckon Iâd look hot with a couple battle scars, yâknow.â
âYou would, but Iâd rather you not bleed out all over my sheets for the sake of vanity.â You smiled.Â
Digging out your first aid kit, you grabbed a few cotton swabs and some bacta spray. You werenât a nurse, but your medical skills werenât terrible either. After a few too many injuries and close calls out in the field, youâd learnt the basics. Half of the scars on Poeâs body had been from your handiwork after heâd been injured -- some of them were a little wonky, but he hadnât died yet, so you figured youâd done a decent job. The ones heâd done for you were much neater but in your defense, he was reckless as fuck and had a ton more experience in dealing with injuries.Â
On the bright side, Poeâs torso seemed fine and relatively uninjured. The white shirt he was wearing was only smeared with soot from the blaster fire, and his bare arms were broad and uninjured, save for one scrape on his left bicep. Okay, maybe the broad part wasnât relevant to the context, but it was definitely relevant on the whole. He did have good arms. You only ever truly felt safe when they were wrapped around you.
âThis might sting a little bit.â You crouched between his legs, pouring a little bit of bacta spray onto the cotton swab. You gently wiped it across his forehead, doing a double take when he let out a hiss of pain. âYou okay, baby?â
âYeah, Iâm good.â Poeâs eyes met yours, and he gave you a half smile. âBetter now that youâre here.â
It didnât take too long to clean up the rest of his cuts and bruises; they were relatively minor given what heâd been through. The last time heâd been caught by the First Order on Jakku, heâd come home ten times worse than this. Youâd spent days by his side in the medical room, mostly chiding him for how funny he looked in the bactasuit, but also to offer emotional support. The duality of love.Â
You finished up by wrapping a bandage around the cut on his left arm, gently tying it in place with a safety pin. It was enough to keep it clean and safe until tomorrow, when youâd hopefully be able to convince him to see an actual nurse. You knew that for now, he was tired and probably just wanted to rest. His eyes were sunken with tiredness, and his body had become more and more slumped as youâd gone about cleaning him up. Poe never slept well on missions; a mixture of anxiety and your absence always made for a bad nightâs sleep.Â
âThat should keep you in one piece for now.â You said, running a hand through his hair. Poe leant into your touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist. âYou should get some sleep.â
âMmm.â He murmured. âYouâre staying, right?â
'Absolutely.â You offered him a soft smile. âGotta lose the boots though. These are clean sheets.â
âCan you do it for me?â He asked, flopping back against the mattress.Â
You rolled your eyes at his...Poe-ness, before leaning down and unzipping his shoes, tossing them in a pile across the room. Yours joined them, followed by your jacket and the crumpled flight suit. That was something else to worry about tomorrow. For now, your main focus was him.Â
Poe climbed under the covers, shuffling across to make room for you. He reached out to you as you joined him, naturally wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. The tiredness really hit him then, and you could feel his body untense as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. His body was warm against yours, which was a welcome contrast after sleeping alone for the last few nights.Â
âI love you.â Poe murmured quietly.Â
âI love you too.â You peered up at him with a smile.Â
âAnd Iâll always come home to you.â He gave your shoulders a light squeeze. âYou know that, right?â
âI do.â
âIâll never break a promise to you.â
âI know.â You softly sighed, trying to move closer to him (as though it were even possible).
It was hard for him to fight the exhaustion now that he was laying with you -- after a few moments, his breathing became a little deeper, and his grip on you a little looser. You pressed one last kiss to his cheek, before settling back against his side and letting sleep over take you.Â
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Inspired partially by the twitter trend of The Face Vs. The Face Sitting On It and just in time for Valentineâs Day!Â
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While sitting in the car, you watch out the window. Folks buzz around you--some folks looking content, strolling about their day. Others are flitting around, a bit of crease in their forehead. And you feel for them. You know those days where thereâs just not enough hours in the day to get it all done. Or itâs when one thing sets off a spiral of all terrible things. Or when you just donât wake up on the right side of the bed. You know that crease all too well because currently you were having a bad sleeping week.Â
You were getting tired when you were supposed to but the second you put your head on the pillow your brain was hot wired--keeping you up with all the things you needed to do, hadnât done, all the appointments you had kept pushing off. It was finding the littlest things to find that anxiety and keep you staring up at the ceiling. Calum noticed the tossing and turning and tried his best to lull you to sleep this week, fixing you tea in the evening, getting you off your phone or laptop a couple hours before bed. He even started reading to you, but your ears picked up on the white noise of everything in the house. Your brain picked up the embarrassing memory that you hadnât even considered in decades and now holding it in front of your mindâs eye for hours on end during the week.Â
Like right now, you shouldâve been at home sleeping. Your work was giving you a long weekend and you really couldâve used the time to catch some extra Zâs, but you were, admittedly, a little scared to stay home. Sure maybe you did fall asleep cuddled up next to Duke. But you worried that youâd stay up, worry yourself sick some more so when Calum told you he had some errands to run you immediately tagged along. The time running around would hopefully tire you out enough that when you got home you could actually fall asleep.Â
So after Calumâs personal training session in the morning, which you sort of tagged along for, but mostly went through your own routine and getting a solid breakfast, you two were now buzzing around from store to store. Calum had gotten most of the grocery the other day, but he forgot a couple things so your first objective was to grab those and bring them back up. He then had to go to the post office to mail out his motherâs birthday cards and a few other things.Â
While in the line at the post office, your head tucked into his back, Calum got a phone call from a guitar shop on the other side of time about a new model that had just come in. Calum had been eying it for ages, but he didnât want to be reckless with his money especially after getting some work on his teeth and to the house. So he asked the guitar shop to keep an eye out for when more stock arrived in case it sold out before Calum felt comfortable spending a large sum of money like that again.Â
The store agreed to set one off to the side for him and could keep it on hold until the end of the day. Which was perfect--still gave the two of you time to get lunch. You didnât need to get anything, didnât need to do anything. But even after lunch, Calum made one more pit stop. Here now at the gas station, you sit peering through the windshield and can see a mother with her two sons walking from the doors. They boys hold brightly colored icees in their hand, each clutching a bag field with goodies.Â
You arenât entirely sure whey Calum needed to stop here for anything. Itâs not like he needed stamps, since he got those at the post office. He hadnât pulled in to get gas. Lunch had been filling, though you tried not to stuff yourself too much just because you knew that on a long car ride, the last thing you wanted to do was be uncomfortably full.Â
The door opens again, Calum strutting through with his glasses covering his eyes and resting comfortably atop the chubby cheeks. Barely hanging from the crook of his fingers is a brown plastic bag. The doors click open and he climbs into the driver seat. The guitar shop wasnât that far, but today seemed to be a busy day on the road. Took you all too long just to get to the grocery store this morning.Â
âSnacks?â
âWas craving something sweet after lunch.âÂ
You peer into the bag as he hands it over to you. Some gummy bears, gum, a bar or two of chocolate you canât quite tell. You set it onto the floor at your feet. âLet me know when you want something.â But heâs already tearing into a Twix bar when you glance at him. âOr not,â you laugh.Â
âThe other stuff is for you--if you want to indulge. Canât forget ya,â he pushes the glasses down for just a moment to wink at you and then looks into the rearview mirror.Â
âDo you think youâre going to get this one?â you asks as the SUV rolls out from the parking lot and onto the asphalt of the highway.Â
âHmm, maybe. Gotta see how it feels first.â
You nod at his question, resting your head into the cushion of the seat. And it goes quiet for a while. The radio plays softly in the background, and every so often the packaging crinkles as Calum downs more of the chocolate and caramel treat.Â
âValentineâs Day is coming up soon,â Calum states, while paused in a bit of traffic. âGot any ideas on what you want to do for it?â
You think for a moment. Valentineâs Day has never been your thing--being perpetually single does that to a person. âRestaurants are going to be a nightmare.â
âYeah, they will be.â Another crinkle comes from the right side of the car and then his arm reaches behind your seat, finding the small bag of trash you stash there--though you have to be careful when Duke sits in the backseat. Generally though, he doesnât mess with too much. âMy mom sent me a recipe of hers. Itâs really good.â
âIâd be down for cooking.â
âNothing else? Donât wanna go sky diving? Give me another heart attack?â
You laugh thinking about the first birthday you spent with Calum together as a couple. âYou didnât die.â
âBut I did almost shit myself.â
âYou can play on stage to thousands of people, but no, jumping from a plane is a no-go.â
âYes, because I am a sane human.â
You huff out a small tuft of laughter and turn to look at him. One hand on the wheel with the stainless steel linked chain dangling from his wrist. His other arm is resting against the door, gently tapping out a beat with his long slender fingers. âDo you want to do anything?â
âValentineâs Day,â he scoffs. âHow long have we been dating? When have I ever been dying to do anything on some random day in February.â His statement doesnât fall venomously from his mouth. He even looks over to you with a smile. âI donât need one day out of 365 to declare my love for someone.â
And itâs true. While Calum wasnât super accepting of love from new people, while it took you months to show Calum that you were trustworthy and not someone to keep at an armâs length, once he cracked open, he oozed adoration and love for people. And you knew it was a defense mechanism. You knew that when someone did care as hard as Calum did it wouldnât always be an easy thing to win over.Â
Calum, when he finally let someone one, loved hard. It could be a random Tuesday in July or a Sunday in February, and he would make sure his love was known. He never needed a special occasion to send flowers, to cook dinner, to offer to drive you to doctors appointments because he knew that sometimes you got too nervous or flustered by them to drive but did manage to push through if absolutely necessary. Heâd easily pick up some gloves and an extra sponge if he saw you wiping down the walls in the kitchen or wiping through the counter. He kept fridge cleaning days marked on the calendar. And when you added reminders to wash bed sheets to the shared one, he also include rest breaks for you too.Â
Calum had never needed someone to force him to show appreciation.Â
âI mean, there is the option to literally do nothing on Valentineâs Day. Like treat it as any other day.â
âThatâs still something,â he countered, turning on his signal and switching out from the middle lane. His exit was approaching in another mile and a half.Â
âOh fuck off,â you laugh. âWe canât cease to exist that day. Bare minimum we need to convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.â
Calum laughs softly, showing some of his teeth too. âFair, fair. Thereâs another Netflix documentary coming out, true crime one. I forget what itâs fully about, but I think itâs about a serial killer if youâd be down to start it then?â
âWhen would I ever turn down the opportunity to be a detective with you?â
âYou havenât yet,â he states with laughter in his voice.Â
âAnd I never will.â The ramp takes the two of you down and down and soon youâre winding through streets and not too far you can see the shopping center coming into view. He pulls into the lot of the shop and the two of you step out in unison.Â
The bell above the door chimes as he opens it for you and you smile often in your thanks. âHey, Calum!â one of the guys at the register calls out. The store is fairly empty. But youâre not shocked on a Tuesday afternoon.Â
âHey, Derek. Howâs it going?â Calum heads directly over to the counter and you look up to the left wall, at the records on display.
âLet me know if you need anything,â the second guy states to you, âor if you want to see anything.â Heâs younger than Derek, both look to be equally tattooed from the pieces that peek out from the short sleeve work shirts, but his face is significantly brighter.Â
âThanks,â you return and go back to the displays. You can hear Calum and Derek chatting but slowly tune it out, make it background noise to the music playing through the speakers.Â
You turn to walk towards the back where more instruments sit and you can see Calum leaning into the glass display of the counter. The palms of his hand pressed into the metal edge. The sunglasses sit on top of his head and you notice the younger guy glancing over at you again.
He nods again and then goes back to his computer. Nothing else is said. And you look over the stringed instruments, ukuleles, some violins and then you spin around again, done with that lap and go to head up to Calum. âSee anything?â he asks.Â
You shake your head. âYouâre the musically talented one. I just nod and smile when you talk about it.â
Derek returns, a case in hand. He comes out from the hinged doors that separate the sales floor from the registers and back of the store. You scoot a little closer to the display as the case is transferred over. Calum takes it easily heading to the corner you just abandoned to sit and check out the instrument. Itâs a beautiful deep green, almost reminds you of the thick Washington forest. The body is slender.Â
âThatâs a pretty cool color,â you note, watching Calum work his fingers over the frets.Â
He grins up at you. âThink so?â You give another nod. He doesnât inspect it long before you can see the desire to give in crosses his face.Â
Derekâs standing close by and you turn to him and keep your voice as close to a whisper as you can while still being heard. âWhatâs a bass like that cost?â
He rattles off the price, one eyebrow slightly raised over the other. You know Calum will riot--heâll pitch a fucking fit. But you reach into your wallet and slide out your card. You had been saving--for a year. You wanted to do something big for Calum. You just didnât know what it was yet specifically though you had some ideas, a bass was top of the list. But you didnât want to try and go out and buy a bass without consulting him, without getting an understanding of what he liked. You thought about maybe a really good leather jacket and some more boots. He loved the ones he had, wore them as much as he could.Â
And when you mentioned possibly getting him more, he told you the ones he had were still in good shape. Calum wasnât the type to just buy clothes to buy them. He indulged here and there, but always made a point to wear something he had down before replacing it. Youâd tease the subject a couple more times after that, but he never took the bait and you werenât going to force him into a thing he didnât want or need.Â
But itâs clear to you that this is something he wants. But heâll tussle with himself and never give in on it. Itâs pricer than you thought it would be. But you too were being smart, having finally paid off the last of your car, you start moving those payments to savings and it helped a great deal. You were fine. You get insurance and the whole deal as Derek advises. By the time you slide the receipt back across the counter, Calum comes back to the registers. âI appreciate you holding it for me, man. But I donât think I can right now.â
Derek looks at you and you look down into the glass. âItâs--itâs yours, dude.â
âWhat?â Calum breathes behind you.Â
âThey-uh, they paid for it,â Derek says, nodding at you.
You can feel the heat in your body now and spin around to face Calum in a rush. âConsider it a not Valentineâs Day gift.â
âWhat? What are you talking about?â
âEver since I finished paying off my car, I saved the payments to do something nice for you. Didnât know what it was going to be for sure. But I know you, Calum. Youâd want something and tell yourself no. I mean you can treat yourself sometimes.â
âYou-you didnât?â His eyes are rapidly blinking, head shaking like he doesnât want to believe you. Like he canât believe you as his mouth mumbles out, âNo,â repeatedly.Â
âItâs yours,â you nod. âItâs really yours.â
If it werenât for the weight of the bass, youâre sure Calum wouldâve tipped over, maybe even rushed to Derek to hand the case back over, but instead heâs weighed down, chained to this spot in the blue speckled carpet of the store, still repeating, âNo,â softly.Â
ââI hate to break it to you, but youâre gonna have to find space in your office for it now. Because I refuse to return it.â You step forward, find the handle and slip your hands around it taking it from Calum. A small grunt leaves you and then you start to the door, throwing a thanks to Derek.Â
The lights to the SUV blink and you can hear the locks clicking open as you push open the door to the store. âWait--what are you doing?â Calum asks.Â
âOpen the trunk please,â you ask.Â
âLet me do it,â he demands, stepping in close to take the case with the bass now. âWhat the fuck did you do? Baby, this is expensive.â
âItâs not a Valentineâs Day gift,â you answer again. âBecause I love you. On a random Tuesday.â
He gets the instrument safely into the trunk and then closes it, watching dumbly as you climb into the passenger side. He walks to the driver seat and climbs in, taking you gently by the chin. âThat was absolutely reckless and unnecessary-- â
âI am just absolutely reckless and unnecessary then,â you counter, âbecause Iâm not returning it.â
â--but thank you. Thank you so much,â he continues as if you hadnât interrupted him. âI love you.â
âI love you.â Then itâs silent, as the two of your gaze at each other, watching what could almost be tears well in his eyes, but they donât fall.Â
âI donât know what I did to deserve a person like you, but whatever it was, Iâm glad I did it.â
âIâm glad you did it too.â The two of you return home, Duke rushing to the front door as the two of you step through it. Calum safely places the bass in his music room/office and returns shortly after to help you decide on what to order for dinner.Â
As the two of you settle onto the couch, Calum takes your hand and presses a kiss to teach knuckle. âIâm gonna teach you how to play.â
âYou know weâve done this before.â
âAnd you were good at it.â
âI was alright at it.â
âItâll be your bass,â he whispers.Â
âI bought it for you,â you return tossing your head back to look at him.Â
He kisses your lips. âYeah, but itâll be the one that I teach you to play for real one and itâll be yours--just as much as it is mine.â
âA true sap,â you laugh, but nod and return your focus back to the TV.Â
In the week that follows, Calum makes sure to take an hour in the evenings to set you down and pick up on the lessons. They fizzled out as work for the both of you picked up. But now things are a bit more calm. He sits next to you, assessing what you remember from last time and correcting finger placements as needed, but they go smoothly.Â
When Valentineâs Day does come, Calum pulls you back into bed for just five more minutes of sleep. And five minutes turns into half an hour. But finally you two pull yourself out from the sheets, figure out what to do in the midmorning that results in food being consumed and then you slowly gravitate towards different sections of the house.Â
Thereâs still a bit of laundry to be done and Calum takes Duke out for just a little bit. The two of you migrate back together by mid afternoon. He finds you making a quick lunch and presses a kiss to your cheek. You turn to face him, squeezing at his. âI bought some face masks,â he offers. âCare to join me in doing the bare minimum of converting oxygen into carbon dioxide after your lunch?â
âDonât see how I could pass up such a wonderful offer? You want anything?â He shakes head, mentioning grubbing on some of the leftovers earlier while you took a nap.Â
With your lunch done and the plates cleaned, you find Calum in the bedroom and let him know youâre ready for the face masks. He shuffles to the bathroom. âI hope I got the right one for you,â he mutters. âI got them forever ago it feels, so who the hell knows what I got.â His laughter is soft as he rummages through the bins under the skin.Â
âIâll be in the office,â you tell him and he nods, still pulling bins out. You settle into the couch and spy the green bass still on the stand from yesterday. You pull it into your lap and sling your arm over it. The amp next to you is off, you know but you still pluck away at it as if it were on.Â
Calum shuffles in a few minutes later. âUm, babe. Itâs off.â
You donât reply but do look up. He holds up three different packages. âHereâs to hoping one of these is worthwhile.â You place your bass back to the stand and take one that sounds like one youâre okay with using. Calum hands you a towel so you can wipe your fingers off after you get it placed onto your face. He helps get it right and then you help him with his and the two of you slip onto the couch, legs entangled and leaning into opposite ends of the couch.
You laugh at Calumâs story as you scroll mindless through app after app. In the boredom you snap a picture of Calum with the face masks on and donât think too much of it, saving it to the album with all the silly and cute photos of him are--there are tons.Â
âI mean the sun is a star. Though the ones we see have been dead for a long time.â
Calum taps your leg with his foot. âIt was a simple question--to be the sun or the stars. I didnât ask for this philosophical crisis.â
âWhy would it not weigh in your decision! If youâre a star like the ones we see at night, youâre technically already dead. You wanna be dead?â You huff, sitting up.Â
âI mean, no, but câmon.â
âItâs a valid thing to consider, thatâs all Iâm saying!â
He laughs. âOkay, sun or the moon?â
âYou first,â you return and just then your alarm on your phone goes off. The two of you shuffle back to the bathroom and take off the masks.Â
âMoon, maybe,â he counters.Â
You nod. âFitting. When should we get started on that recipe of your moms? Is it super involved?â
âNah, itâs pretty easy. Normal time should be good. Iâm going to read outside if you want to join.â
âMaybe in a bit.â
Calum nods, grabbing his book as he passes through the bedroom and the patter of Dukeâs claws follow behind him. You go back to the music room, turn on the amp and then actually play a little something. Itâs nothing fancy--just the arrangement you put together with Calum as a practice exercise once. You play it for a bit, adding a little flair. When you phone rings, you pause to answer it. You wouldnât normally, but the number looks semi recognizable so you answer it.Â
Itâs just a scam call and you hang up but then notice some other notifications. Before you realize it, youâre deep into Twitter. Youâve run across the trend of people posting pictures of themselves and their significant others with the caption, The Face Vs The Face Sitting On It. It made you laugh just a little bit at first. And then you kept going down the rabbit hole. Some are silly, most are good pictures.Â
While itâs not exactly secret that you and Calum are dating, you two donât post too much. Calum isnât incline to post on social media in the first place and while you use it a bit more than him, you try not to post too much about him out of respect. However, as you look tap on quote retweet and bring up your photos you think maybe one silly post wouldnât hurt. So you grab the one of him recently with the face masks and then one of yourself--itâs silly too, a little blurry too in the darkness that it was taken in.Â
You hit post and watch the likes come in. Then keep scrolling. Eventually you have to put the bass away and peel yourself from the couch to find Calum and see if heâs hungry enough for dinner. Just as you round the corner to the office, you spy him stepping through the glass sliding backdoor. âHungry?â you ask.Â
He nods, âYeah.â
The two of you, with Duke trotting ahead, make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. âYouâre funny,â he states, washing his hands first.Â
âThank you. Iâll be here until you kick me out.â
He laughs. âNo, the pictures you posted. On Twitter.â
Youâre shocked that he noticed it that fast. Normally it took him a bit longer to see silly stuff like that. âHope you donât mind.â
âNah. What I hope you donât mind is my reply.â
At first youâre nervous. Calum couldâve gone one of two ways--super silly and broke out even worse photos of you possibly not sober or he went super on trend with it and pulled out a photo of you done up for a date night. Not that you preferred one over the other, but sometimes you liked to keep your relationship light on social media. It was easier that way. There wasnât any real pressure that way. Though the fans seemed to have enjoyed it when you posted more posed and serious content.Â
You liked to keep it a bit more real. You and Calum didnât do the whole nine yards a lot--you two were normal people who hated getting out of bed some days and went as well into the afternoon before showering at times and walked Duke and went to doctorâs appointments like everyone does. So you always opted for a bit of a joke, a silly Tweet or photo whenever you could.Â
âWhat did you post?â you ask.Â
He shrugs, taking up the knife to dice the onion. âIâm not telling you.â
You glance at the printed out recipe and get a pan on the aisle over medium heat before pulling out your phone. As you load the app, you listen to the snap of the knife fitting the wooden cutting board. You type Calumâs name and tap onto his profile.Â
While thereâs is silly--I do want to take a moment to show off my favorite person in the world. So here we go, The Face Vs. The Face Sitting On It. Below is attached a picture of him--you snapped while you two were out for lunch one day. The black t-shirt tight around his biceps as he slyly grins into the camera. The lights in the background are just barely in focus of the resturant and Calumâs glancing out of the window next to him. You remember that you were recording him, or at least you thought you were, and told him that he was handsome. Not the first time, but everytime he did, he blushed and turn away. And you captured it here too.Â
The photo of you is actually one with him in it. The guys got together and did a big family dinner and the two of you posed at Crystalâs request in the slightly matching outfits. You hadnât intended to match--though black was a staple in both your wardrobes. You were a bit different thanks to the pop of color in your shoes, but in the lighting of the street lamp, you had to admit that you did look hot. The first couple of buttons on your shirt you were undone and with your hands tucked into the pockets, you looked like you owned shit.Â
âWhile I hoped that youâd go with something more silly, I will take this,â you finally say.Â
âThat picture is literally my background for a reason,â he returns.Â
You kiss his cheek and then trace over the stubble with your teeth to his ear. âCan I make a reservation for tonight?â
âThe table is reserved for you literally at all times,â he returns in a breathe.Â
âGood,â you laugh and then glance back to the recipe.Â
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The Portend (His Royal Highness II)
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warning(s): cursing, anxiety
a/n: hi all! i just wanted to say that i know this chapterâs length is SO different from the first oneâs but thatâs because that one is, again, 2 years old and was written all at once. the other chapters will also be fairly long from here on out. i hope you enjoy this one!
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HRH - Table Of Contents
Y/N placed her palms flat on her desk as if doing so would bring any sort of change to the absolute hurricane that had begun its wrath within her stomach. She tried to imagine she was somewhere else for a second. Why would any rational human being do this to someone? That too to someone with as much responsibility as she had. Oh, right⊠sheâd forgotten. Prince Draco was far from rational. Far from being a human being, even.
She looked down at the paper trays with guest lists upon guest lists kept before her, shifted them to the side and planted her face on the wood. Thatâs better , she thought. Now no one else can see how fucking ridiculous I feel right now! She tried to think about what the hell sheâd done to him to make him act so horribly towards her. What could she have possibly done in a past life that would have resulted in her having to face such a⊠conundrum? Sheâd thought it was hard enough having to bargain with the King and Queen over how much detail could possibly be squeezed into cake decorations but had no idea a situation even more stressful could and would arise.
How could she let herself get so weak? How could she not bring herself to be assertive? She could have just said no, right? It wasnât that hard. He hadnât been nice at all. She took a deep, deep breath, trying desperately to calm her brain. It had begun to run from thought to thought, imagining every possible scenario that could go wrong. She had so much work left to complete on her own, and god knew how much attention and criticism she might face at and after the ball.
And the way sheâd freaked out in front of Draco as well! She was sure he mustâve been at least a little put off by how strongly and emotionally sheâd reacted so quickly. God, not that that should matter that much but⊠if they were supposed to work together for a highly publicised ordeal, they had to get along, right? Right? She hadnât meant to do that. Itâs just that heâd already shocked her a bit by slipping into her office so unexpectedly. And then heâd gone on and rushed to⊠that . Not to excuse what he did but perhaps she shouldâve realised she didnât need to panic so much over it either. She knew she was having a hard time with her anxietyâŠ
Nevertheless, she brought her hands to the edge of the table closer to her and pushed herself up. She looked forwards, turning slightly to face the window she was looking out before everything turned to shit. The scenery was still gorgeous, albeit not that comforting anymore but looking out at the wide expanse of a beautiful garden would bring just about anyone some tranquillity. She had been thinking about how lovely the weather was today, how nice it would be to go for a walk after sheâd finished up with her work. Maybe she could even head downtown for once and meet some old friends. But no, no one was happy just giving her a single moment of peace. Even fate was bent upon just giving her as much to stress about as was possible.
She looked down at the paper trays sheâd just abandoned. Administrative work could distract her a bit, couldnât it? All she had to do was send RSVP reminders and reach out to the guests and performers coming in from out of town about their travel and accommodation details. As well as request the performers for the outlines of their performances and send them contracts saying theyâd stick by the approved setups. They couldnât have a repeat of last yearâs embarrassing The Hobgoblinsâ performance. To be very brief, it had gone sexual. (The King and Queenâs expressions during it were still popular reaction gifs)
She picked out one of the lists and opened up her laptop, finally beginning the work sheâd been putting off all morning. It seemed so much easier and more comforting now that she had the much more disturbing dilemma on hand. She corroborated the list in front of her, adding ticks and crosses to the list to mark invitees as having confirmed or not. She then compiled their contact details and created a template for emails to send to those that had yet to confirm their attendance and travel itineraries. After this, she did the same with the list of performers, making sure to add enough information to their emails regarding the outlines they should send back.
And there⊠most of her work was done already, wasnât it? Now all she had to do was proofread these, make sure all of the addressees were receiving the appropriate emails and well, press send. It shouldnât take too long and then she could⊠She could get back to stressing about the problem fucking Draco had landed her in, goddammit! She was right back there again, her stomach beginning to swirl dangerously. She tried to take in a few deep breaths, forcing herself to get back to work. It wasnât that hard. It wasnât that hard!
Never mind, she couldnât deal with it right now. She⊠Well, she needed a break. Or maybe she just needed to leave work early today. It was fair game after what the hell Draco had just unloaded on her. It was time she gave her intern some actual responsibility anyway. He was a sweet little fellow, straight out of university. Had his head in the right place but wasnât particularly good with all the practical work yet. Sheâd assigned him some random organisational task she knew wouldnât take her more than a minute and wasnât going to bother checking because she thought it was simply too easy. Hopefully, heâd been able to do it to her standards.
She sat back in her chair and raised her hands up to her head, stretching out her fingers and breathing in and out deeply through her mouth. She was going to do this. She was really going to handle this (easier) bit of the work off to the intern and he was going to do it just fine. Just fine. Maybe she might have to assist him with it a little bit but it was going to work. It would work. Yes, it would. She shook her head to try and shake off some of her anxiety and stood up, closing her laptopâs screen and picking up the tray of guest lists. She walked out of her office and into the large room outside of it, which had a small group of cubicles placed in the middle.
While the rest looked rapt in their work (an exaggeration, to be sure, a lot of them were chatting with their co-workers and eating snacks), she noted her dear intern was just sitting idle which both made her feel hopeful and worried. He was sitting with his laptop closed, one hand tapping on the tableâs surface, the other holding his phone.
âHi, Colin!â Y/N said and he jerked forwards in surprise, dropping his phone to the floor. âOh⊠Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to-â. Colin shook his head as he picked it up and looked it over, âItâs no problem, miss⊠My phone is just fine. Are you alright? I know the prince was just in your office, he came to ask me where it was first! I was so excited and I asked him for a picture but he said he was in a rush! I canât believe Iâve managed to have a conversation with one of the royals already!â
Hmm⊠âhave a conversationâ was probably a stretch but⊠she chose to ignore that. The boy was definitely an optimist and she couldnât fault him for that.
âThatâs lovely, Colin. Iâm sure youâll get to talk to him and the others again. I had some work for you if youâre up to it.â
âYes, of course! Does it have anything to do with the prin-â
âLetâs calm down there, Colin. I trust youâve completed what I assigned you earlier?â
â... Oh, yes I have!â
âThatâs great.â
She set the paper tray on the side of his desk and he looked at it for a few seconds before looking up at her again.
âSo⊠what do I have to do?â
Y/N gulped and laid out the lists for him, beginning to explain to him the meanings of the markings sheâd made and the emails he had to look through and send off.
***
Beep, beep.
Y/N kept her phone pressed between her shoulder and her ear as she walked around her apartment. She was holding a large iced vanilla latte in one hand and her purse in the other. She knew she needed to set something down but felt too jittery to do anything but pace around with her stuff. It was probably partly inspired by the amount of caffeine sheâd drank that day but hey, that didnât matter in the grand scheme of things. Today was also a terribly tense day, wasnât it?
Beep, beep.
She took a nice long sip of her latte, relishing in how nice and cold it was. She had the air conditioner on and had taken off her blazer but it still felt like she was this close to overheating. This sudden heatwave throughout the country was absolutely unwelcome as far as she was concerned.
Now if only Pansyâd pick up so she could get some clarity on the situation. Suddenly the dial tone ended and she heard the crackling of breathing through the speaker.
âHello, Y/N?â
She smiled and finally set her purse down.
âHi, Pansy! Itâs so nice to finally hear your voice. Are you free to talk?â
âIâm sorry I kept you waiting, I was just sending off this email but now Iâm free for a bit, yes. And Jesus, Y/N, is something⊠up?â
âOh, nothing⊠itâs just⊠the prince really got me gobsmacked today.â
She hears her gasp over the phone.
âOh my, the prince?! Well then⊠I certainly wasnât expecting that. Although, I suppose⊠itâs not so far off for the prince to bother you when youâre working at the palace...â
âPansy⊠thatâs beside the point.â
âYeah, okay, so⊠what happened? You have to tell me now.â
âI will but you need to promise me you wonât get mad or jealous of me or anything. I didnât choose to be a part of it.â
âOf course I wonât be mad. Why would I be?â
âWell, you know, your history and⊠how you were off your trolley about him as a teenager?â
âOh, bugger off, babe. Thatâs not even true anyway.â
âOh, really? I can vaguely recall someone crying and taking care of him for weeks after he was attacked by that bird he harassed in the first place.â
âI was just⊠overemotional.â
âRight.â
âSo what, okay? So what if I liked him for a while? Thereâs nothing there anymore. Even waking up to him the next day after the⊠you know what between us, I was just repulsed. And you thought he was fit too! So. And I feel like I only just liked him because I thought my parents would be happy with us together.â
âThatâs⊠fair. But yes, youâre right, Iâll get back to my story then.â
âYes, please.â
Y/N started to unbutton the collar of her shirt, beginning to feel hot again. She took another sip of her latte.
âWell, basically, I was just sitting in my office, you know, minding my own business, when Mr Royalty just busts in and starts talking to me.â
âOh, dear.â
âYeah, I know right? Anyway, he got straight to it and asked me to be his date to the coronation ball.â
âHoly shit! Thatâs⊠never mind, but you said no, right?â
âWell⊠at first, yes. But then...â
âYou what? Thatâs so unlike you, Y/N, come onâŠâ
âI know, okay⊠I shouldnât have. I just started to feel bad for him and I... Should I get out of it? Iâm thinking I will. Itâll be stressful, wonât it? I just⊠I donât know what to do about it, okay? Iâm lost. Help me.â
Pansy fell silent for a second and Y/N undid the whole of her button-down, setting her drink down onto a table as she headed into her bedroom to look for a lighter change of clothes.
âYou know the first thing Iâm going to tell you is you owe him nothing. I know you felt bad for him but he really shouldnât have asked you that with no context or anything. He was the one in the wrong here for sure. Itâs sweet of you to accept his offer but you donât have to keep up on it if itâs really stressing you out so much. Also, the fact that you accepted such a spontaneous offer makes me a little sceptical of the power play there...â
âYouâre right. Also, I think it definitely wasnât nice of him but he wasn't mean about it or anything. He was definitely adamant but eh....â
She set her phone onto her bed and turned it to speakerphone, opening her wardrobe and taking out a t-shirt and some shorts.
âAt the same time⊠when we look at the positives, they are fairly significant. Youâll likely have to give in⊠not that many hours in exchange for a pretty fun night. You know the service at royal events is amazing and if youâre literally the date of the guy the event is being thrown for, the King being crowned that night⊠Iâm going to guess youâll get so much from that. Youâll obviously get some⊠fame and have to pack on some PDA there and what not but that means free stuff, great clothes, who even knows what else. Youâd just have to work extra hard for that time and balance the work, but I thought you said you were done with a lot of the stuff already.â
âThat is ⊠true.â
âBut youâre not happy with that, are you?â
âYou donât have to say it like that. Itâs just⊠actually I donât have a counterargument for that. The perks do sound pretty good.â
âRight? But you know, there might be criticism or hate or something you might get.â
âWell⊠Iâll also get paid to advertise things after that, wonât I? And free things and VIP invites to places I wouldnât even have been able to enter before.â
âWell, yes, but⊠maybe thatâs something of an exaggeration, you know. Not every brand or group or whatever is that fixated on how much publicity they can get.â
â... I mean, arenât they?â
âOkay, yes, they are. I think you should do this.â
Y/N laughed as she took off her skirt. She sat down on her bed in her underwear, lying down so her head was near her phone.
âThis was a very helpful call. Thank you.â
âI do agree, I think I was a huge help.â
âI concur. Again.â
âThank you! Now, can I request an invitation to the ball as well?â
âPansy!â
She giggled and sat up, crossing her arms.
âOf course Iâll get you an invite, Pans!â
âGreat. I was expecting that. Iâm not missing you floundering around, having a⊠Cinderella moment for the world.â
âA Cinderella moment?â
âYou know, getting a chance to dress up like a princess for a night? Itâs weirdly literal too, itâs just for the night and then you go back to being normal again. Unless⊠the prince charming decidesâŠâ
âShush up!â
Y/N felt her face beginning to heat up. Not for the second time in one day⊠She sighed. And⊠partly because of the same person too.
âIâm sorry, darling. I hope I didnât say too much there. You okay?â
âYeah, yeah of course. Itâs just a problem Iâm starting to recognise with me. I keep getting more aggressive and emotionally charged than I mean to be.â
âI get that⊠you could try meditation, you know. Or you could join my yoga class, itâs pretty relaxing. The teacher has a nice butt too.â
âPans!â
âY/N!â
***
Her evening was fairly relaxed after that. The call with Pansy had seemed to fix the problem. Well, not exactly âfixâ, more like change the way she looked at the issue so it felt all the lighter. And it worked pretty much the same. She began to feel so much better about the decision sheâd made. After all, even if it was destiny or whatever, sheâd been chosen for a reason, right?
Sheâd managed to get Dracoïżœïżœs number off of Pansy. (â Itâs from⊠way back when so forgive me if he changed his number to get me off his back or some shit. â) And⊠on a caffeine high, she had decided to text him almost right away.
Hi, your royal highness!
It only took a few hours but soon she was privy to:
Where did you get this number?
Got it from a friend. Itâs Y/N btw :) shouldâve said that before.
Oh, right! That makes sense. Howâre you doing?
Iâm alright, thanks. What about you?
Iâm okay.
Listen, I was thinking about what happened today.
And now Iâm wondering if we could meet tomorrow? Morning, if possible? Itâs urgent.
Y/N squinted down at this message in confusion. What was this suggesting? Was there something wrong? Was he going to retract his offer? She knew there must be some kind of administrative work theyâd have to log but was it really that serious already?
Sure, Iâll be free to meet before 9:30.
That is not what I was thinking of when I said morning :(
What, do you wake up at 4 oâclock or something?
No, I meant that that was too early!
She rolled her eyes. She should have seen that coming. He wasnât exactly known for being put together. Or spiritual, for that matter.
We can call now if you really want.
No, itâs okay. Itâs better we talk about it in person. I should try and wake up earlier anyway.
As you wish.
So Iâll meet you tomorrow then. Letâs say, 9 am sharp?
Perfect. I get dropped to the main drop off point at that time anyway.
Great. See you xx
See ya x
Y/N set her phone on her counter and put it to charge for the night. What the fuck? What was happening? The sleep sheâd been looking forward to seemed to have suddenly drifted away. What was she going to have to worry about tomorrow morning?! She shifted under her sheets, turning where she lay to face the other side and look out her bedroom window. It was a clear, clear night. If she looked hard enough, she could probably see the edge of the royal estate. But then again, she really didnât want to. She turned to the other side and just stared at her closet.
She wasnât sure when her mind got tired of imagining potential disaster scenarios for the next day but Y/N woke up to the sound of her alarm ringing at 6:45 am. She reached over to her nightstand and turned it off, sitting up in bed and looking out the sun already shining bright in her window. It was barely May but the days had already begun to increase in length.
Since sheâd woken up with ample time to complete her routine, she did everything she could to pamper herself, spending almost an hour in the bathroom. She even changed into her nicest formal clothes after, a white pantsuit with dark detailing. She packed her work bag with the essentials, her laptop, her water bottle, her royal admin ID, her wallet, stationery and her phone. She felt very prepared for once. Whatever was coming her way would be taken care of as needed.
She had a comfortable trip from her apartment building to the estate, the state-sanctioned car ride feeling a lot less bumpy than usual. It was still just as clear as it was last night, but the carâs windows were tinted so the sunâs rays felt like they barely even touched it. There was only the slightest hiccup when the driver slammed the brakes too hard all of a sudden and made Y/Nâs face hit the seat before hers. OUCH!?
It didnât take very long for the car to get to the palace, stopping at the main entrance pavilion. She didnât notice anyone there yet and checked the time. It was still only 8:53 am. She had enough time to walk to the administrative wing, leave her things there and come back with time to spare. She walked through the hallway and towards the next hall which she knew led her to-
âFuck me!â
âIâm so sorry. Iâm so sorry. Hi, Y/N.â
She had her hand on her heart, trying to slow down her breathing as she looked at the blonde who had bumped straight into her. He had his hands in front of her to catch her if she fell. Thankfully, she had just missed falling.
âWhat the hell is it with you and giving me heart attacks?â
"I promise you that wasnât my intention.â
âWell, Iâd sure have hoped it wasnât.â
She sighed and dropped her hand to her side, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised.
âSo?â
âSo, yes. Um. Can we walk or something? I donât want to be standing here and have someone walk in on us?â
â... Draco, what do you have planned exactly...?â
She looked up at him quizzically and smirked. He managed a small smile but shook his head.
âGod, get your mind out of the gutter! I just mean⊠this is stressful, okay?â
âWell, Iâd like to drop my things off at my office if you donât mind.â
âAlright, Iâll wait for you by the admin wingâs garden exit.â
âDone.â
***
Y/N had decided to leave her blazer on her chair and all her belongings except for her phone on her desk. Hopefully, Colin was good enough as a guard or she was getting robbed. Either way, she could spot a tall blondeâs head nervously bobbing above the hedge next to the exit. His face was a concerning shade of pink, goodness could only hope heâd put on an adequate amount of sun cream.
âDraco?â
âYes, hi.â
He managed out, looking toward her walking out now.
âAre you okay? You look⊠red.â
âIâm fine.â
âI mean, are you sunburnt?â
âOhâŠ?â
He brought a hand up to touch his cheek.
âNo, but thatâs a good point. Letâs stand in the shade.â
She stopped where she was and he walked in to meet her. She felt her insides begin to do the jitterbug in anticipation. What could possibly have him so on edge? What was wrong?
âIâm really very sorry about yesterday. I wasnât exactly thinking very straight when I came to see you. In hindsight, I know it got on your nerves and everything and I shouldâve been a lot better at telling you about it.â
âItâs no big deal now, honestly.â
âOkay, but thatâs not exactly why I called you. The thing is, thereâs going to be a lot of PR work at this ball. I didnât realise it before but Mother told me sheâs arranging a meeting with our publicist for us today. And the publicist is never there just to take the piss. This is serious now. Like, even more than I thought it was.â
âI- what do you-â
âItâll be very pressing, I would never hold it against you if you decided to pull out.â
He stared into her eyes with a pensive expression on his face and Y/N felt whatever response she had been planning just vanish from existence. She pretended to have comprehended everything he said, but could only really think of saying one thing right then⊠Thatâs what she said... but that would be inappropriate. He soon got conscious and looked to the side and she felt the cogs in her brain begin to work again.
âThe thing is my mother was getting a little impatient with me and telling me it was time for me to tell her who my date for the ball is. My parents have been begging me to find one unless I want to risk an arranged marriage, itâs a long story. So, I told them Iâd find a date for myself and that they donât need to worry. The truth is, I didnât actually bother to find one and it was starting to get a little late. You know thereâs only one month left till... right, you know. So⊠she came to talk to me about it over lunch and she told me I had to tell her who it was so she could arrange everything for us. I started to think about whom my parents would be okay with me going with and whom I would be okay with and well⊠you were on top of the list.â
âIâm hoping thatâs a compliment.â
âIt- it is. I told her your name and she was satisfied with it, I think. And then I was scared sheâd come and talk to you immediately so I ran to you first and just asked you about it then. Again, Iâm sorry it came out as forcefully as it did. I didnât mean to⊠get you stuck in this whole thing.â
He took a deep breath and looked back at her again. Her stomach seemed to begin buzzing as she felt her anxiety grow. This was not going to go as smoothly as she expected, was it? The queen, and most likely the king as well, knew. Although that wasnât exactly unanticipated, it gave everything a sense of finality. Like, she didnât have much legroom here at all.
âAnyway, that's what happened. Iâm sorry, again.â
He looked at her as if he was waiting for her to yell at him. She wasnât intending to and just turned to the side, trying to calm her racing heart. She needed to make a decision, didnât she? And who knows what kind of problems would face her, either way, she decided to go? It seemed like teasing to dangle this lux option in front of her just to draw it away. Draco annoyed her.
Looking at how strangely afraid of her he looked, she couldnât help but notice how very much he started to look like the Draco she used to know. Little and arrogant and scarily afraid of his parents getting upset with him.
âYouâre fine. I⊠Iâm going to need some time.â
âThatâs okay. You can take as much time as you need. The problem is, I have no idea when today my mother is going to pull you out for the publicist meeting.â
Y/N huffed slightly and covered her face. So, what was she going to do? What was she going to do?
âIâm in.â
Sheâd set her mind to it, hadnât she? Sheâd made a promise to the prince, and his parents knew of it already. Sheâd already told Pansy she was going for it. Well, all of those things and also the prospect of fulfilling a childhood princess fantasy seemed more enjoyable than anything. There was something so gratifying in that idea, dressing up well and being pampered and showered with affection and just⊠pretending to be a princess. What could be more fun than that?
âYouâre sure?â
The answer was nothing.
âYes.â
Most likely.
âWell, I hope you know what youâre getting yourself into.â
âSo do I.â
***
It still hadnât really sunk in yet that she was actually going to do whatever this would entail. Sure, sheâd been dreaming about it the day before but it seemed completely different now. Her gut seemed to be calmer now, signifying that perhaps her intuition hadnât been completely off guiding her in the direction it had.
Whatâs sad was Y/N was still lost about this after Narcissa had whisked her away into one of the palaceâs many giant bedrooms. She was sitting on the bed, still in her work clothes, stressed after having had to explain to Colin how to decide how accommodations would be settled for the guests and the performers coming. Sheâd been expecting the meeting with the publicist and Draco to happen but she was lost as to what was taking place right now.
Narcissa approached her with a clipboard and a pen. âNow, dear, I just need you to sign these first.â Y/N took both from her and glossed through the texts.
A non-disclosure agreement and an employment contractâŠ
âIâm sorry, your majesty. Do you mind me going through the documents before signing them?â
âAbsolutely not, sweetheart. Though do try to rush, we have appointments we need to get to in time.â
âThank you, maâam. Honestly, maâam, Iâm not too aware of legal jargon like this. Could I please ask you to explain the purpose of this agreement?â
âWell, when anyâŠâ
She seemed to want to say a word but held it back, twisting her tongue around in her mouth as she thought of what to say.
âPerson unfamiliar with our ancestry and our policies gets⊠involved with a member of the family, we have them sign one of these in order to protect our privacy.â
âI seeâŠâ
That seemed very⊠imperialist of them. She began to skim through the document, trying her best to understand it based on what little knowledge of this she had. It all seemed par for the course except for the last clause.
âIâm sorry again, maâam. The others make sense to me but this one: 11. Covertness, itâs quite vague, the âother actorââŠ?.â
âTo be transparent, the King and I posed the covertness clause as a protective measure. We donât need Draco learning about this agreement and growing wary of all of us. Weâre doing it to protect him more than anything. You are not to revert any of this portion of our meeting to him and he mustn't ever come to know of this agreement or the contract at all.â
The Queen suddenly seemed scarier than she ever had in all the years sheâd known her.
âWell, thatâs- Iâll have to think about that for a second.â
She started looking through the employment contract. It was similar to the one she currently held, nothing too special, except for the fact that it detailed that she was entitled to a lump sum of ÂŁ200,000 at the end of the event, assuming she kept up her end of the agreement. She paused for a moment and just stared at that number.
âIs this a misprint by any chance, maâam?â
The Queen leaned over and looked at where she was pointing, then shook her head.
âNo, it is not.â
She took a deep breath. That would be much more than enough to have her set for life and for a private event planning business alongside. It would take her 10 years to even come close to earning as much. She continued reading the document. She was supposed to participate in a few publicity stunts, make it clear âshe had good intentionsâ and was supposed to disconnect from the prince entirely after the affair was over. Those terms didnât sound too harsh, now, did they? A little acting and ghosting for 200 grand? It didnât sound like much. Even a real big shot actor wouldnât get paid half as much for such little work. And the part about her leaving the prince alone after was a little strange, but she supposed it made sense, what with the royalsâ obsession with keeping their family all blue-blooded. Draco had been the poster child for that kind of thing growing up. And she likely didnât have an ounce of it in her.
Why were they even that desperate anyway? This seemed huge. It might boost the princeâs reputation a bit but⊠what else was there to this? She knew the country was not doing the best in terms of international relations but did this really hold that much weight along those terms? Surely, there was something here she was missing. Regardless, 200,000 quid for a little work and a lot of fun was too amazing an offer to turn down. And so, Y/N signed both papers and handed them back to her. Jesus Christ, Dracoâs impulsive decision was about to get her rich. Quick. She certainly hadnât been expecting this.
She handed the clipboard back to the Queen who smiled and took it back quickly, setting the papers into a folder which she kept in a decorative paper bag. Not a bad hiding place at all. She walked outside for a few minutes, before reentering, followed by a squat old lady well-dressed in mauve and a younger woman wearing similar clothes. The Queen ushered towards either of them and began speaking.
âMadam Malkin and assistant, this is miss Y/L/N, the crown princeâs date to the coronation ball, miss Y/L/N, this is Madam Malkin, the familyâs official stylist and designer, and her assistant.â
Y/N raised her hand out for her to shake, and she did so, firmly.
âItâs so great to meet you, Madam.â
âPleasure as well, love.â
She retracted her hand, looked over Y/Nâs outfit and began whispering to her assistant.
âWell, to be very honest, I feel we donât have to worry about my wardrobe as much. I know I probably donât meet the royal standards but⊠I was planning on buying this really nice dress online anyway. I could show it to you and have you approve it if that would be fine.â
The Queen looked at her vacantly, her eyebrows raised and her nose pinched in the slightest. Then her expression settled and she exchanged a look with Madam Malkin before looking back at Y/N. Madam Malkin maintained an unamused expression, then began to speak.
â I hope you know weâre not going to let you just wear a dress you bought online to the ball⊠Weâll tailor one for you. And your other clothes will be picked from contemporary designers ourselves.â
Y/N just looked at her silently, nodding and blinking slowly in assent.
***
An hour or so of Y/N having to change into various clothes behind a divider and then show them off to the pair of them passed quickly. It was very fun knowing sheâd get a bunch of very nice clothes out of this (even custom made underwear so her clothes fit her right over them!), and she thought the royal family was really being very generous with all of this. Lots of money and clothes? There had to be some kind of catch, right? Something that would make this hard to keep up with? What was it? Just the stress of all the work thatâd pile up? That didnât seem like enough. Everything was not going the way she was anticipating. It was going a hell of a lot better. Mostly.
The actual meeting sheâd been waiting for all morning was finally occurring. She was seated in a meeting room opposite the Queen and Draco and their publicist. It was weird seeing them like this. It seemed like a strange grown-up parent-teacher conference.
âSo, our point is, we need to have you both make it clear to the public that there is a strong relationship between the two of you.â
The redheaded man droned on at the head of the table and Y/N looked over at Draco who glanced at her as well before both turning to look at the man.
âItâs Percy, right? Iâm just a little⊠Iâm sorry if I just donât know my current affairs well enough for this but⊠why?â
Y/N gulped, crossing her arms tightly after asking this question. It was quite bold of her for sure. She could only hope she wasnât violating anything by asking this. âSheâs not wrong.â Draco chimed in, âYou never had to do anything like this, mother.â The Queen smiled but shook her head. âThings just arenât the same anymore, are they?â She looked over at Percy to continue.
âWe now live in a world of social media and tabloids and none of that will work towards the image we need to create.â
Draco seemed to be satisfied with that and just looked at Y/N silently, who could only really do the same at this point.
âIâm sorry, again, I⊠think Iâm missing something here. What âimageâ are we trying to create?â
Percy and the Queen exchanged a long look, where she pursed her lips and shook her head somewhat disapprovingly. She then nodded and he began to speak.
âMiss Y/L/N, to be very frank, the kingdom isnât doing amazing. In terms of international relations and funding and⊠most importantly, resources and trading. Weâre afraid weâre losing allies and we cannot risk anything. We not only need to increase viewership and publicity of the ceremony and the ball, but we need to raise the reputation of the family and the prince in the public eye. Itâs⊠a trend at Kingâs coronation balls for royals or other elite families to offer their daughtersâ hands in marriage to the crown prince or king. Our prince is bent upon not getting into an arranged marriage and having to reject offers is a lot more publicly disgraceful than you might anticipate. As you might know, the country wasnât even on speaking terms with one of its neighbours because centuries ago a crown prince rejected an offer for marriage and an alliance with them. We cannot risk having that happen when weâre in as dire straits as we are.â
Y/N could only look up at him with her mouth agape. They were serious. This was why it mattered so much to them. This was why she was being paid to do this. In case they offended an ally or just any other country. Because of the princeâs idealistic desires for romance or whatever it was. Although she couldnât really fault him for that, his father hadnât had to do the same and sheâd heard the conditions for some of those alliances and the situations they landed themselves in the future were never that positive.
She nodded up at Percy. âI understand. I should probably read a bit more on the news and the family anyway. I tend to avoid it.â Percy barely seemed to notice her response and started to talk about strategies and actions that needed to be taken. The meeting ended with Draco and Y/N agreeing to keep up with their public profiles and maintain a good reputation on them. They were supposed to interact more publicly for the time being while Percy laid out more intricate publicity stunt plans.
As she left the room and started to walk back to her office, thinking about what work she had to do, someone tapped at her shoulder gently. She turned around to see the very same prince that had dragged her into this mess staring down at her.
âAgain, Iâm sorry.â
Him saying that like this made her feel guilty now.
âItâs- itâs really okay. You donât have to say that.â
âI feel like I have to. Youâre barely getting anything for doing this for us.â
âThatâs- thatâs not true. Iâll have my fun, wonât I?â
âWell, whatever it is, what I told you yesterday, the offer still stands. Iâll get you anything, Iâll buy you a mansion, whatever you like.â
âNot that Iâd ever decline you giving me anything⊠you really donât need to. Thank you for the offer, though.â
Y/N bit her lip and smiled up at him, waving him off as he made to leave, pretending like that was really the truth. She watched him as he walked to the other end of the hallway. She was going to have to keep up this lie all the way till the event. It definitely wasnât going to be easy. She began to clench her jaw, setting a hand on the wall as everything rushed through her head.
This was exactly like Cinderella except she had no evil stepmother or fairy godmother or glass slipper or a prince charming on a quest to find her, just a lump sum, publicised PDA and more acting than she realised. And absolutely no way out of seeing the story through anymore.
a/n: there will be a hell of a lot more draco in the next chapters, stay tuned!
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what if gay CATS........... were gay PERSONS
(info on this au under the cut)
theyre all shitty young adults just kind of. getting through their early 20s as best they can. or as much as they can. maybe things will get better someday, but right now theyâre kind of spinning their wheels
magic exists but like eh itâs not a big thing donât worry about it. itâs around but like whatever. not many people have it and itâs mostly just like. a curiosity or a party trick
demeter and bombularina are together, tugger and mistoffelees are together, bombularina and tugger occasionally fwb, itâs cool and aboveboard and itâs all fine
demeter:
bisexual with a preference for women. 24 years old
semi-psychic (not as powerful as tantomile or coricopat). tends to have vague and confusing prophetic dreams
dropped out of grad school for sociology due to trauma and ensuing intensified mental illness. kind of bitter about it, but tries to get through every day. general anxiety disorder even before all that
very nervous around most men she doesnât know & trust
currently working at a barnes & noble starbucks, which sucks. she recently became the assistant manager, which turbo sucks because now she has more work for only like a buck raise, but at least sheâs getting reliable shifts
her go-to therapy is cutting her hair with scissors. her hair is fried to all hell from regular bleaching
sheâs learning how to crochet because sheâs decided she needs to do something physically productively creative with her hands to distract herself from Stuff
bombalurina:
bisexual. 24 years old
got her bachelorâs in english two years ago and hasnât found a job in her field and has kind of given up on it for now
sheâs been bartending for like four years, does freelance editing work on the side. will occasionally write listicles for clickbait sites if she needs extra cash
literally any extra money she can save goes to tattoos. her right sleeveâs almost done
has natural red hair but dyes it cherry red
a hedonist to cope but is also just a natural hedonist. likes a good bath
i know that like the typical thing fandoms say about female characters is âdoesnât take shitâ for the girlboss points but she truly does not take shit anymore. she used to take peopleâs shit sometimes but at this point in her life sheâs tired and she has a girlfriend to be protective of. she has a couple people whose shit she will take (mostly just tugger) but besides them (and having to practice basic customer service to keep her job) sheâs tired of other peopleâs shit! enough!
my personal take on bombalurina is a mix between the riot grrrls of the 90s and 80s punk girls, and then a dash of the greaser chicks from grease. i saw that spiked collar and my brain went OH okay i can run with this somewhere fun. same for demeter, but less so - she just has the piercings.
demelurina:
bombalurina met demeter in college at a womenâs activism club, noticed her because of her dimple piercings and was like âoh someone else with a lot of metal in her face, iâll sit next to herâ
they were each otherâs first off-campus roommates and were close friends. made out a couple times, but it was mostly a lot of sexual tension. there was a lot of bombalurina staring at demeter while she or demeter made out with someone else
demeter was on and off with her high school boyfriend munkustrap and bombalurina was like âoh heâs so much more stable/calm than me and she needs that, i party a bit too much for her, i shouldnât try anythingâ so she just sort of. lets their almost-there peter off
(this is all bombalurinaâs internal thoughts - demeter always was interested in her, but thought she was too boring for bombalurina. so neither of them thought they could pursue it)
bombalurina graduated and moved somewhere cheaper further away from campus. they kind of drift apart
munkustrap and demeter peter off and he moves away for a job (theyâre still good friends, it was a very amicable breakup) and then demeter gets with macavity, which is a deeply toxic situation for her and sucks hugely and throws her whole life really off track. wonât go into further details
she finally manages to break up with him and calls bombalurina at like 2 am asking if she can pick her up, and also if she can sleep on her couch, itâs okay if thatâs not okay, she just. really needs a place she feels safe, and her gut is telling her to. and of course bombalurina says yes
bombalurina also knew macavity and had also made out a couple times with him at like parties and stuff (see: staring at demeter as she makes out with people). something about transference of feelings - bombalurina was into him for a couple moments because he and demeter had a thing.
this is due to me interpreting the song âmacavityâ as actually about bombalurina wanting to fuck demeter and her singing as a half-repressed expression of that. i use my really good wlw brain to reach that conclusion. itâs kind of a non-competitive version of eve sedgwickâs take on the love triangle. (<-- normal thing to say)
but anyway demeter stays on bombalurinaâs couch and she tries so hard to stay on track but eventually she just has to drop out. bombalurina helps her with that too. sheâs just really supportive even as demeterâs life is at its lowest point. when she gets home from bartending she gets demeter to go to sleep
she just Stays with her and makes her smile and reminds her that her life isnât over, thereâs still things in her day to enjoy, to keep her trudging forward
bombalurina is roommates with tugger at this point - he also recently dropped out and demeter knows him because heâs munkustrapâs brother, so heâs Trusted and also is like âhey itâs okay that you dropped out, im here and im chilling and you like me and respect me at least a little, and you have a bachelorâs degree at least!â (more on him later)
demeter is like âoh god ive been crashing at their place for so long not paying rent, theyre gonna ask me to leave, im such a freeloader, they wont take my attempts at paying rentâ but then bombalurina and tugger are like âhey! the lease is almost up! we found a pretty good 3 bedroom, do you wanna have your own room for real?â and she nearly cries because 1. the RELIEF 2. oh my god you want me around???
cut to bombalurina helping demeter put together an ikea dresser (tugger got banished to the kitchen to make crystal light lemonade for them because heâs useless with a screwdriver) and demeter has two epiphanies:
1. i thought i was ready to d*e four months ago and here i am making a dresser to put clothes into in my new apartment where i live and feel safe and loved. im still not happy but im still alive and im making a dresser
2. holy fuck im back in love with my best friend, and ten times more than i was back then.
so she like kind of freaks out because sheâs already imposed so much on bombalurina, how could she impose her FEELINGS on her like this, oh no oh no oh no
meanwhile bombalurinaâs back in love with her even MORE and sheâs also like no... sheâs already dealing with so much... i donât want to make her uncomfortable or feel unsafe in her own home especially after her recent relationship trauma... i just want her to feel safe around me...
you might think tugger as their roommate would be like âJUST KISSâ but he is in fact pretty oblivious because he is self-absorbed. mistoffelees on the other hand..
eventually they do have a big confession of feelings after demeter has a bad day and itâs very dramatic and they make out in the rain. and itâs like. well this is a movie scene. but also im cold and damp. letâs head inside our home and get warm and dry :)
and then they go inside and and talk through everything, all their feelings (not just their romantic feelings but like ALL their feelings) and their shared histories and bombalurina is like âdo you think youâre... ready for a relationship right now? like that would be a good thing for you?â
and demeter considers it. she does stop and think. and then she says, âwith anyone else... probably not. but itâs you. and i feel so safe around you, and weâre already so close. you make the future feel more worth it. you make more days alive feel not just tolerable, but something to look forward to. and knowing youâve loved me all this time... itâs nice. itâs good. iâm - iâm understating it so much, itâs more than nice, itâs just - itâs a lot. i wish i had noticed back then.â âhey, hey, donât blame yourself. iâm the one who never said anything.â
anyway. everything works out, and they start dating for real :)
tugger:
bisexual. 22 years old
dishwasher at the same bar bombalurina works at. she got him the job. he keeps bugging her to teach him bartending tricks and on slow nights she will agree to
he dropped out of their four year, but he managed to secure an associateâs in communications before he dipped
trying to be an ig influencer hotboy and hopefully get modeling jobs from that but his phoneâs camera sucks shit so his account isnât really going anywhere. but he continues to post his low resolution shirtless selfies
trying to cope with being the failure son who does not have a fancy nonprofit job with a salary and healthcare by being self-absorbed and self-aggrandizing
it works about 60% of the time and 60% of the times that it doesnât heâs able to hide it
he dropped out right around when bombalurina graduated and he was like HEY! ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE WHO DOESNâT CARE IF WE LIVE TEN MILES AWAY FROM CAMPUS? WELL HAVE I GOT A SOLUTION FOR YOU: ME!
to which bombalurina (who has fooled around with him here and there and thinks he is funny little man and genuinely goodhearted, and also he has rockin abs as a plus) says munkustrap already asked me if i need a roommate and if i do to consider you, because you donât want to move back home. in other words: yes, you little idiot
they do fool around with each other but they are both very understanding that it is strictly platonic and for fun, especially once they become roommates. they both do not desire each other for anything serious
he did have a bit of a crush on each other when they met (hot punk older girl whoâs friends with his brother) but 1. it dissipated pretty quick after they fooled around for the first time because it was not a very serious crush 2. she was in the middle of being in love with demeter so she was focused on that, emotionally
he got his ears pierced a couple times in high school but bombalurina inspired him to get a couple more. she went with him when he got his nose pierced
demeter has always understood that him and bombalurina are strictly fwb, has never been an issue.
she and him like to bleach their hair together when their hair schedules line up (he bleaches his way less often then she does), but she refuses to use his fancy conditioner that keeps his hair unfried because itâs expensive, even though he tells her to go ahead and use it, please, the health of her hair is giving HIM anxiety, demeter please. please demeter
mistoffelees:
gay. 20 years old
has magic. itâs pretty good magic but again: magic is not a big deal in this concept
a bit spooky. skulks around. a bit of a bitch but also very very nice. chooses when to speak
he has postings on craigslist and fiverr about finding lost objects and people with magic. like a gig economy private detective
side job is a waiter at a fancy restaurant
sometimes he gets paid VERY well from the private detecting, depending on the client. he does ask his psychic friends (tantomile & coricopat) to give a quick glance over on some of the more suspicious clients just to make sure he isnât finding someone who should not be found by that person.
doesnât go to college. is roommates with his sister victoria, whoâs a freshman and studying dance. moved into town with her so she wouldnât have to live in the dorms by having a guaranteed roommate.
tuggoffelees:
the general vibe i want for these two is mistoffelees walking around town or driving around in his shitty toyota camry while tugger tags along because heâs bored and thinks this is cool as shit
the general tone of the au is âmagic isnât a big dealâ except for tugger, who thinks mistoffeleesâ magic and his magic freelancing is the coolest shit ever. this is mostly because he just likes mistoffelees. âthere are people who can do cooler shit than me, tugâ âyeah but i donât KNOW them also theyre not as COOL as youâ âyou had to explain to me how instagram reels workâ
idk how they met i just think tugger shows up at his and bombalurinaâs apartment one day (this is when demeter has moved in but they havent moved to the 3br yet) with this dude to dash in and pick something up and bombalurina is like âuh. whoâs thisâ âoh this is mistoffelees heâs SO GOOD AT MAGICâ [mistoffelees nods hello] âokay bye bombalurina see you at work!!!â âuh. laterâ
after that he just shows up a lot. sort of ambiguous if theyre dating or what for a while before bombalurina straight up asks like âhey does the dude youâre dating know we fool aroundâ âthe dude im - what?â â... the little magic guy who keeps using our hot cocoa mix. misty.â âoh. uh. we arenât dating.â â... do you want to? because youâre kind of all over him constantlyâ âum. well! haha, if i wanted to, i could! haha!â âyeah get back to me on thatâ
tugger trying to use his ig clout to get mistoffelees more work even though 1. he has no clout 2. mistoffelees has a very stable client base. but mistoffelees appreciates the effort. the self-promo guy promoing someone other than himself... the highest expression of love...
mistoffelees is A Nonthreatening Man plus heâs pretty obviously gay so demeter is chill around him pretty quickly. when mistoffelees is over theyâll sit on the couch where demeter sleeps and watch documentaries quietly while she crochets
they both occasionally say spooky shit at the same time because magic stuff. bombalurina and tugger are both torn between âthat was cool as fuckâ and âgod thatâs unnervingâ
just a lot of tugger following mistoffelees around on his jobs and mistoffelees letting him because heâs fond of him and them occasionally getting into minor peril and interesting shenanigans, but it is 90% fetch quests
i think the first time they met tugger was taking selfies in front of a hydrangea in a public park and he saw mistoffelees walk up with a shovel and start digging in one of the flower beds and he thought he was hot so he went over and offered to take over on the shoveling to look strong and masculine and he ended up digging up a skull, which mistoffelees picked up and said âthanksâ and then walked away
mildly terrifying but also very interesting and tuggerâs days are kind of boring and dishwashing kind of sucks as a job to do like every night and he is a person who thrives on novelty so. moth to a porchlight
i think they do start making out for fun here and there and then a while later theyre out on one of mistoffeleesâ jobs and someone asks âwhoâs the guy with youâ and mistoffelees replies âoh thatâs my boyfriend, donât worry about himâ and then itâs like. âHUH? IâM YOUR BOYFRIEND?â âuh. yeah? i assumed. is that okay?â âi mean yeah of course i think youâre great! how long have weââ âoh like a while.â âoh. uh. cool!!â
they just hang out a lot. mistoffelees enjoys teasing him and enjoys his warmth and bombasticity and tugger likes watching and helping him solve little mysteries around the county because itâs always something new. theyâre kind of a comedy duo. they just enjoy spending their time together and following mistoffeleeâs internal magic gps to find lost dogs and lost necklaces
yeah right now this au is just vibes and just sort of. continuing forward with your days and your weeks and your months. just young adults hanging out
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10 Signs Youâre Falling in Love ~ dabi
Dabi x Reader [1.1k words]
warning(s): sav attempting fluff, angst, suggestive content.
a/n: last chapter for the series!! and i chose... dabi. because who doesnt daydream about dabi professing his love to them?! lol, thank you guys for reading and enjoying this series, i hope you guys like my other series further in the future!Â
 â§àŒșâ„àŒ»â Youâre tempted to say I love you. âàŒșâ„àŒ»â§
The constant reminder of your face and voice always plagued Dabi's mind. He couldnât stop thinking about you, or rather he didnât bother to stop.
Thatâs why he lied wide awake, staring up at the ceiling and trying to calm his racing heart against the lightweight of your head on his chest. He gulped one time to himself as he weighed out the pros and cons of telling you how he felt, not feeling too confident in the idea. The point still stood that he knew his feelings but didnât owe it to you.... right? You hadnât said it either so logically he didnât have to.
âWere you waiting for him?
Did you feel the same?
Were you even thinking like that?â
Dabi groaned to himself as his brain started to hurt from overthinking trivial shit like his feelings. Over a relationship that wasnât supposed to be. A relationship with someone he didnât even plan on seeing himself with until you two started fooling around. He brought his hand up and rubbed his face with an annoyed sigh at his harboring and very obnoxious feelings.
âCan you tell me why youâre still up?â You mumble against his naked chest, stirring as you feel him move to rub his face. He moves his hand to the side to let one of his eyes peek out at you, trying to hold back the hammering in his chest. You quirk your head a bit at the feeling, lifting a teasing brow at the heavy thumps against his rib cage. âIs the blood pumping too early orâŠ?â
âNo, you pervert.â He rolls his eyes as he jokes back, trying to play it off. This time he rubs his face against his hands once you fully pull away this time, not sparing you a glance when you sit up next to him. Hopefully, his hands could wash away the deep feelings that sat on his chest and suffocated him on nights like these.
Your brows scrunch together as you get slightly concerned at his behaviour, nudging him before tugging his hands away and holding them. âWhatâs going on, Dab?â You urge him. You give him a knowing look as his cyan eyes glared back at yours. âTell me.â
Donât fool around with someone you love.
âIf I told you, you wouldnât believe me, doll.â There was a hint of playfulness behind his sentence, but something told you that he was being serious. You purposely let an awkward silence slither itâs way into the room, the ambiance of it making him squirm. He gulped once again as his forehead started to catch a small sweat. âWhat?â
Maybe it was the fact that he had been thinking of this whole thing so much to the point that he had accidentally brought it into existence. Dabi himself wasnât sure if he should make up some bullshit lie or tell it how it is. Either way, he just hoped that you would take it as a joke and forget about it altogether. Your stare finally turned into one of glare as well, getting up from your spot on the futon in all your nude state to pick up your discarded clothes and start getting dressed. Dabi frowns at this.
âWhere are you going?â He asks sitting up to watch you better, his eyes shamelessly running over your body as you got yourself together.
âIâm tired of playing games, Dabi. I have to go.â You explain shortly.
âPlaying games?â He retorts back quickly, getting just as heated as you were. âYou think Iâm playing with you?â You laugh humorlessly at that, rolling your eyes and shaking your head as you are able to properly gather yourself and get up. He gets up in the same fashion, following behind you as you walk to his door.
âI don't know what I've done but I've noticed.â You turn to him when you ask the question, your expression almost indifferent.
"Noticed what?"
"You pull away, never answering my questions, leaving early in the mornings -- ignoring me. Is this just sex to you?" You ask him. Your hand was on the doorknob and your other was clenched in anxiety. He could tell from your body language that wasn't the most enjoyable situation for you either.
It was his turn to sigh at the irony, a chuckle spilling from his lips as the idea of you guys arguing like an old couple sat funny in his chest. "You don't get it do you, Y/N?" He looks up at you as he sits back on his futon. He ruffles his hair as he looks up at you, the muscles in his body holding him back from flinching at your look.
This time the room was quiet, but it wasn't because you were urging for him to talk: you were waiting. You weren't too sure what was going on with him and why he was acting this way towards you. His odd behaviour was a change from his usual playfulness and boldness. When he started to change is when you felt vulnerable and scared, hoping desperately he wasn't going to stop what you two had going on⊠much less break it off without going further. You held deep feelings for Dabi that you were sure he couldn't reciprocate. Had already been embarrassed from your earlier outburst you dreaded what he was going to say next -- if he was really going to say it. You tried to hold back your gulp to no avail. You were hoping maybe, just maybe he was going to say the one thing you've been wanting to hear.
The room stayed the same way it was, everything in it unmoving and the energy rapidly shifting. It took him a moment for him to gather up the courage to tell you, fucking it all to hell if you loved him back -- you had to know, you deserved it.
"I love you." His sentence was short and to the point, no fluff needed. He had mastered the art of maintaining eye contact but this time it seemed harder than usual this time.
When you let the words sit it finally dawned upon you on what he had spoken. Your heart bumped against your chest the same way he did earlier, face softening into one of built-up tension, your hand slipping from the doorknob and resting at your side. You slowly walked up to him and climbed into his lap, engulfing him in a hug even as he sat naked on the comforters. You nuzzle your face into his neck and hold onto him tight, squeezing him just a bit tighter when he wraps his arms around your waist in the same manner.
"I love you too."
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