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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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first anniversary headcanons [ albedo, childe, diluc ]

prompt: you’re celebrating your first anniversary with them. what’s in store? characters: albedo, childe, & diluc reader: gn!reader warnings: none word count: ~2.1k words

a/n: the last of tonight’s fic spam... hopefully </3 these got a little long, so pt 2 will be diluc and kaeya and pt 3 will be xiao and zhongli ! (alphabetical order hehe)

albedo

albedo tests the waters before your anniversary appears. he isn’t too well-versed in the nuances of romance, but even he is aware enough of the significance of the date that marks a year spent together. amongst alchemic notes and dates of important meetings lies one of the few dates marked in red ink on his calendar: your anniversary, outlined in a heart. you knew of your boyfriend’s tendency to bury himself in work and, rather than awaiting disaster, you had taken the initiative to put the date on the calendar.

albedo smiles softly to himself whenever he sees your familiar handwriting in the midst of all of his. the gentle reminder gives him something to look forward to -- and something to plan. alchemic success is guaranteed if enough calculations and work are put into it and albedo thinks of your anniversary the exact same way. he isn’t the type for surprises and instead approaches you about what you would like to do to celebrate such a momentous occasion.

which is how, of course, the two of you end up perched on the roof of the knights of favonius headquarters. you snack happily on appetizers you had picked up from cat’s tail earlier in the day while albedo sets up two art easels and their respective canvases. such an idea had been albedo’s suggestion: paint the city of mondstadt together from a high vantage point. if the two of you did it right, your canvases would align to make a full portrait of the cityscape, as viewed from the roof of the knights’ headquarters.

as albedo supplies the art supplies, you supply the refreshments, having picked up a bottle of wine, light snacks and, of course, albedo’s favorite: sugary pastries from a local bakery. your contribution had been a surprise, but you hadn’t failed to notice the way albedo’s expression had softened at the gesture. the two of you talk about everything and nothing as you paint, with topics ranging from how the two of you would spend next year’s windblume festival together all the way to how albedo’s alchemy could bring your soon-to-be-conjoined painting together.

as the two of you finish up, the difference in art styles between the two of you is striking. albedo smiles at the sight, adoring how the two different pieces come together to make one whole, but his eyes widen slightly as he turns to face you.

“come here,” your lover beckons and you happily listen, bounding over to your boyfriend enthusiastically. he lets out a soft laugh at your enthusiasm, to which you send him a wide smile in return.

“what is it?” you ask in a soft voice, standing close to him. albedo’s eyes fixate on a certain spot on your face, but before you can ask what is wrong, he lifts up a hand and brushes the pad of his thumb across your face in a quick swipe. as he pulls his hand back, his thumb is tainted with blue paint. you let out a bashful giggle.

“you had paint on your face,” albedo deadpans and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“you have something on your face too!” you insist and albedo’s eyes widen once more.

“where?” he asks, lifting his clean hand up to feel fruitlessly at his cheek. as he glances down at his fingertips, you decide to strike, leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. his face flushes in response, but familiar blue eyes narrow as he glances back at you.

“actually, i believe that you might have missed it,” albedo says. with little hesitation, the alchemist leans in and presses a kiss to your lips. you giggle quietly at the gesture and you feel albedo smile into the kiss, yet he doesn’t pull away, instead electing to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer.

childe

childe has always had a penchant for dramatics. he always wants to be in the limelight, whether it is on the battlefield or within your heart. despite your approaching anniversary, you still sensed that childe felt insecure in your relationship, as if he was afraid that if he didn’t sweep you off your feet at all times, you would leave. therefore, you had let it slide when you brought up your anniversary and he had shrugged it off.

you knew him far too well for that. childe never shrugged off such things. but, every time you tried to make plans, childe would just knowingly smirk at you and tell you to keep your day available and that the two of you would figure it out when the day arrived. you hadn’t believed him for a second, but you had played along anyways.

on the day of your anniversary, childe knocks on the door to your apartment in liyue, a bouquet of glaze lilies in hand, accompanied by a wide-toothed grin on his face. he’s dressed in a perfectly fitting suit, with his tie matching the color of the outfit that a scared-looking fatui agent had nervously dropped off for you earlier in the day. childe’s eyes rake over you as he takes in the custom fit outfit on you, before his ocean blue eyes finally snap back to yours and a devilish grin appears on his face.

“you look hot,” childe declares, as if such a statement is merely a fact of life. to childe, the sky is blue, water is wet, and you are completely irresistible.

“thanks,” you return dryly, but mirth shines in your eyes. “i would hope that i do.”

after you situate the flowers in your apartment, childe takes your arm in his and immediately begins to ramble about the previous day’s escapades, which involved both threatening a band of treasure hoarders and training fatui recruits. you smile and listen to your lover excitedly talk about such things, appreciating how he gestures wildly with his free arm, but you see right through his charade. such conversation is merely an attempt to distract you from asking him details about your night.

but, much to your pleasant surprise, childe did not hatch a half-baked plan. instead, the harbinger had rented out the entirety of xinyue kiosk for the two of you. you weren’t sure how much such a thing cost, especially due to the high demand of the restaurant’s services, but the nervous look in childe’s eyes as he awaits your approval stops such questions from exiting your lips. instead, you smile brightly at him and praise him for his choice in restaurant. he rewards your kind words with a quick peck to your lips.

rather than being the typically energetic, rowdy man you had fallen in love with, childe is reserved and polite to a near fault for the first half of your meal. he pulls out your chair for you, he suggests what on the menu to try, and he even goes as far as to use chopsticks properly. while he often did try, chopsticks were the only potential weapon the harbinger had yet to master, often dropping them on accident. however, he holds the chopsticks in between his fingers with an eerie stillness and that’s when your heart both seizes up and melts.

childe had practiced for your anniversary.

before you can stop it, a soft laugh escapes your lips, interrupting the story he was sharing with you. you reach across the table and place your hand atop childe’s free one and squeeze it gently. his eyebrows raise at your sudden interruption, but it only serves to make you giggle once more.

“what?” childe asks, perplexed.

“i love you, you know that, right?” you say, playing absentmindedly with his fingers as you stare into the blue irises you had come to adore. at your words, childe’s shoulders visibly relax and he laughs. it’s no longer one of forced formalities, but rather the signature, cocky one that was typical of him. your smile only widens at the sound.

“i love you more,” he insists and you playfully consider if such a statement to be possible before shaking your head.

“nope! i love you more!” you insist and childe’s eyes narrow, glinting at the hint of a challenge.

“oh? do you want to bet on that?”

diluc

you’re completely thrown for a loop when diluc wakes up and leaves for work on your anniversary without acknowledging the date. you watch in a half-asleep haze as he changes into his typical outfit and black jacket from the comfort of the bed. you await any indication from him that today is different from the rest, but no reassurance is ever provided. instead, he gives you a quick kiss, tells you he loves you, and heads out of your bedroom for the day, leaving you to lie in bed, perplexed. the two of you had even talked about possible anniversary plans, too.

had he forgotten? sure, diluc was a busy man, singlehandedly dominating mondstadt’s entire wine industry, but you had thought he would at least remember this. as you eat breakfast in silence alone, you stew in your thoughts. was it ungrateful to be mad about such a thing when diluc already did so much for you? hell, you even had the ability to have shorter work hours because of all of his effort and all that he provided you, but the lack of something to do only left you ruminating in your own feelings.

when he finally returns, your smile doesn’t quite meet your eyes, despite the fact that he is home earlier than usual. diluc wraps you up in a familiar embrace and you want nothing more than to burst out in tears and cry to him about how you feel forgotten, but diluc’s words interrupt you before you can do such a thing.

“adelinde informed me that one of the maids broke the dining room window,” diluc says. “would you like to go see how much damage there is with me?”

it’s an odd proposition and you want nothing more than to yell at him about how he forgot your anniversary, but you nod and take his hand anyways, for it was diluc asking such a thing and you were utterly whipped and absolutely in love with him. curse these emotions, you grumble to yourself as he guides you to the dining room of dawn winery. as you enter through the double doors, all of your anger at diluc subsides at the sight in front of you.

the dining room has been decorated with several red floral bouquets, ranging from the pinkish-reds of liyuean silk flowers to the deep crimson of traditional red roses. furthermore, string lights and candles illuminate the room in a soft, pale yellow glow, adding to the intimacy of the centerpiece of it all: a cloth-covered table for two, fully prepared for the two of you to eat from.

diluc glances over at you, but manages to contain his nervousness, instead shooting you a cool expression.

“happy anniversary, darling,” he declares and you turn to him, swatting him on the arm lightly. the gesture lacks any real force behind it and diluc only laughs at the motion.

“i thought you forgot!” you exclaim and diluc smiles at you. you glance away, muttering to yourself. “jerk.” the word lacks any malice behind it and diluc only lets out another soft laugh as he clutches your hand more tightly within his.

“do you like it?” he asks, gesturing with his free hand to the scene in front of you.

“i love it,” you respond immediately, gaze fixating on the flowers once more. “who set it up?”

“me.” diluc confesses. “i did not work today. i simply came in here and spent the day setting everything up.”

at such a confession, your heart aches with guilt. archons, he had spent the day preparing and you had the audacity to think he forgot? deciding to alleviate your guilt by giving him something in return, you choose to respond to his statement by pulling him in for a kiss. diluc stiffens in surprise as your lips meet his, but he quickly relaxes into it, placing a hand on the side of your face as you try to convey your gratitude for setting up the venue.

when the two of you finally part your passionate kiss, a light string of saliva forms between the two of you, quickly breaking as you pull away. diluc’s cheeks are flushed scarlet with heat and he stares at you, pupils blown wide from the intensity of the kiss. you decide your debt is paid, albeit temporarily, and take your hand in his once more, guiding him to the table.

“i love you,” diluc states as you tug him gently. you turn to grin at him.

“i love you too.”

#genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #albedo x reader #diluc x reader #childe #albedo #diluc

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bpro-cardstories · 3 years

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Hikaru Osari SSR ーRequestー

2018 ー Power To Smile [笑顔にする力]

"Uhm, it’s really not a big deal, you know. The other day I happened to see a charity event where they raised money, but other than watching I couldn’t do anything.”

『Event: Heart Pounding! Happening VACATION (16th - 27th August 2018)』

Part 1

ーIn the waiting room.ー

Tsubasa: ‘Thank you for the recording. I will give you the materials for the next photoshoot.’

Kazuna: ‘Thanks. We’ll take a good look at them.’

Tsubasa: ‘Please do so.’

Mikado: ‘It is already next week, time sure flies fast. We need to think about what to do when we arrive.’

Momotaro: ‘Yeah, you’re right.’

Tsubasa: ‘Everyone somehow looks excited. What are you talking about?’

Kazuna: ‘It’s about the Hawaii trip this time.’

Momotaro: ‘Hikaru got the answers right in the quiz show last time, so everyone won a trip to Hawaii.’

Tsubasa: ‘That was amazing, wasn’t it. He won the first prize by solving the last question correctly.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Yeah. That kind of thing is a first, right?’

Kazuna: ‘Yes. Outside of work, we didn’t have the opportunity to go on vacation together privately. We need to thank Hikaru for it.’

Mikado: ‘Yes, I am looking forward to it. And I was talking about the trip while looking up the information on Hawaii that I gathered.’

Tsubasa: ‘I understand now.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Speaking of Hikaru, he said that he wants a new swimsuit to wear for Hawaii.’

Hikaru: ‘…..’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’

Hikaru: ‘Eh? Aah, sorry! I was in a daze just now.’

Momotaro: ‘Did something happen?’

Hikaru: ‘No, it’s not that something happened…..’

Tsubasa: ‘If it is fine, would you want to speak about it?’

Hikaru: ‘Uhm, it’s really not a big deal, you know. The other day I happened to see a charity event where they raised money, but other than watching I couldn’t do anything.’

Hikaru: ‘Ever since then I’ve been thinking about what more I can do for people that has a lasting effect. It’s all I've done since that day, but nothing comes to mind.’

Kazuna: ‘I see. That’s why you’ve been absent-minded.’

Mikado: ‘Hikarun, that matter is a very important one I think, but if you think too much about it, then you become stubborn and good ideas can not enter.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘He’s right. Let your head rest a bit. The Hawaii trip is perfect for this.’

Hikaru: ‘Yep, you’re right! If I can refresh on this trip, then maybe some good thoughts pop up!’

Kazuna: ‘Speaking of which, I looked it up yesterday. It looks like there’s a big shopping mall near the beach we’ll be going to.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘If so, then you probably can buy a swimsuit there, too.’

Hikaru: ‘That sounds great! I’m so excited, there seem to be patterns that are unique to Hawaii~!’

Hikaru: ‘Alright, I’ll buy a swimsuit, swim a lot in the ocean and relax both my body and mind!’

(Something you can do yourself, huh….. I hope Hikaru-kun can get something out of this trip.)

Part 2

ーIn Hawaii.ー

Hikaru: ‘Hmm….. Which one should I take…..’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Hikaru, did you still not decide?’

Hikaru: ‘Yeah, I haven't yet! Peachan, which one is better, the blue or pink swimsuit?’

Momotaro: ‘….. The coloured one is the blue swimsuit, and the patterned one is the pink one.’

Hikaru: ‘Yeah, exactly! Both are hard to discard~. I beg you, everyone! Decide for me which to go with! Majority vote, please!’

Mikado: ‘When we exclude Hikarun and Tsubasa-san, four people are left, so there is no majority vote.’

Momotaro: ‘….. I abstain from voting. I also can’t decide which one is better.’

Mikado: ‘Good, then me, leader and Tatsu-dono will be the majority vote! I go with the pink swimsuit.’

Kazuna: ‘For me it’s the blue one, I guess.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘It’s the pink one for me.’

Momotaro: ‘Two against one for the pink swimsuit.’

Hikaru: ‘Okay! Then it’s the pink one! Thanks for deciding in my stead!’ _______

Hikaru: ‘I’m so happy that I could buy a swimsuit I like~! Ah, since we’re already here, why not take a look in the mall a bit? I spotted an unusual store earlier…..’

Hikaru: ‘Ngh, wahwah!?’

Foreign Tourist: ‘Ouuh!?’

Tsubasa: ‘Hikaru-kun!?’

Hikaru: ‘Ah, I have chocolate ice cream all over my clothes….. ‘

(How terrible, it was the moment when he bumped into the tourist who had ice cream with him….. )

Tsubasa: ‘Please wait a moment! I will give you something to wipe, uhm, the handkerchief…..’

Hikaru: ‘Tsubasa-chan, it’s alright! I can wash this amount off, everything’s fine!’

Tsubasa: ‘Eh, but….. ‘

Hikaru: ‘Ah, the person I bumped into also has ice cream on his clothes!’

Hikaru: ‘Well, in such a case, you can say “sorry”….. With the translation app, but you can’t say anything more difficult.’

Momotaro: ‘What is Hikaru doing?’

Mikado: ‘He is trying to tell the person who he bumped into something. Let me see….. ‘

Mikado: ‘ “If you put the clothes into hot water, then the chocolate ice cream won’t stain too much.”, he says. I see.’

Foreign Tourist: ‘Ooh! Thank you!’

Hikaru: ‘Yes, yes! No problem!’*

Kazuna: ‘A-Amazing….. It looks like a friendship sprung from the passionate handshake between Hikaru and the tourist.’

Hikaru: ‘Fuu~, I’m glad I could tell him~.’

Tsubasa: ‘Even though it was an unexpected matter, your handling of it was wonderful. Hikaru-kun, how amazing!’

Hikaru: ‘That’s only natural, if you ask me! I’m joking though ♪. Since I have little brothers, it’s natural that I know about methods to remove stains and have mastered that skill.’

Tsubasa: ‘I understand now.’

Tatsuhiro: ‘It will be crowded inside the mall, too, so why not go to the beach? Let’s come back here when it has calmed down a bit.’

Hikaru: ‘True! Alright, let’s go swimming!’

Hikaru: ‘….. Hm? Eeeh!?’

Kazuna: ‘Hikaru, what’s wrong?’

Hikaru: ‘The Japanese tourists we just passed were talking about how they couldn’t go into the ocean….. ‘

Tsubasa: ‘Eh?’

Part 3

Hikaru: ‘Haa~, playing that was super fun!’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Yeah, it wasn’t the beach, but the pool was fun as well in the end.’

Goshi: ‘Who would have thought that we’d be banned from swimming due to a mass outbreak of jellyfish.’

Hikaru: ‘So true! Well, it’s a bit of a pity, but the pool was fun, so the result is alright!’

Yuta: ‘The water slide was so cool! I wanted to slide more~!’

Kento (sighs): ‘Because my hair won’t be damaged by the salty sea breeze, I agreed to go to the pool, but to think that the water slide turned my bangs into a mess…..

Yuta: ‘Kenken, it’s impossible to maintain the shape of your bangs in the water slide~.’

Goshi: ‘Geez, you really don't know when to stop even when at the pool.’

Kento: ‘Be quiet. I was thinking of simply idling at the poolside, but Yuta forced me to come to the water slide.’

Tsubasa: ‘I am glad, you all seemed to have enjoyed yourself, everyone.’

Hikaru: ‘Yep, it just happened without much thinking~!’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Now that you mentioned it, Hikaru, weren’t you playing with a foreign child in the pool earlier?’

Yuta: ‘Ah, I also saw that! You both were super excited and hit it off well! That child isn’t perhaps Hikarun’s acquaintance, right?’

Hikaru: ‘Nope, not at all. We only came to know each other at that moment.’

Kento (surprised): ‘Even though you didn’t understand the language, you got along that well.’

Hikaru: ‘It’s all about the feelings here! If you can convey that it’s fun, then words aren’t needed, are they? The rest you do with body language!’

Yuta: ‘Nothing less expected of Hikarun!’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Since Hikaru has a lot of younger siblings, he might just be used to it.’

Kento: ‘Even at the handshake event children often lined up for Hikaru, that’s probably because of that.’

Hikaru: ‘Hmm, I don’t really understand it myself, but that might be the reason?’

Yuta: ‘Ah, there’s a beach volleyball court over there! Let’s go check it out!’

Kento: ‘Definitely no. I’ll get sunburned.’

Goshi (sighs): ‘Not to mention, you’re still in the mood to play?’

Yuta: ‘We’re already here in Hawaii, so even if we can’t go into the ocean, it’s a waste to not fully enjoy the beach! Come on, Gochin, Kenken~!’

Goshi: ‘Uohh! Don’t push me, Ashu!’

Kenken: ‘Wait. You really want to go?’

Yuta: ‘Of course! Let’s go ♪.’

Yuta: ‘Tsubasa-chan, come with us!’

Tsubasa: ‘Ah, uhm, I…..’

(Since Hawaii's schedule was hard, I rather want to take a small break…..)

Hikaru: ‘…..’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Hikaru, what about you?’

Hikaru: ‘Maybe I should take a break~. I used up too much stamina in the pool. I’ll rest over there under the parasol. Tsubasa-chan, will you come with me?’

Tsubasa: ‘Ah, yes.’

Yuta: ‘Nomecchi!’

Tatsuhiro: ‘Alright. Then I’ll go with those three and tell them about it.’

Hikaru: ‘Thanks, Tatsu!’

Hikaru: ‘Okay, shall we go, Tsubasa-chan!’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes!’

(….. Huh? Hikaru-kun seems to look fine?)

Part 4

Hikaru: ‘Fuu~, I played a bit too much.’

Tsubasa: ‘Are you fine not going to play with everyone?’

Hikaru: ‘Yep! Tsubasa-chan, you’re tired, right? I’ll also take a short rest!’

(Was Hikaru-kun maybe worried about me…..?)

Tsubasa: ‘I am sorry. I made you accompany me.’

Hikaru: ‘Wrong, wrong! I really wanted to rest! Don’t worry about that.’

Tsubasa: ‘Hikaru-kun…..’

Hikaru: ‘And you know, I became used to resting under the parasol like this~! Doesn’t it feel like we’re celebrities?’

Tsubasa: ‘Fufu, you are right. In movies as well, you see scenes where celebrities sleep in a beach chair.’

Hikaru: ‘Yeah, that! My dream came true!’

Hikaru: ‘Say, are you enjoying Hawaii, Tsubasa-chan?’

Tsubasa: ‘Of course. It is thanks to Hikaru-kun that I am also able to enjoy Hawaii in this way. Thank you very much!’

Hikaru: ‘No way, I only won the quiz show by chance. I didn’t do anything.’

Tsubasa: ‘No, I did mean the quiz show, but it is also because of Hikaru-kun’s cheerfulness that I am enjoying this Hawaii trip.’

Hikaru: ‘Hehe, I see!’

Tsubasa: ‘Hawaii really is a wonderful place. Both the scenery and the food are superb.’

Hikaru: ‘Yep, Hawaii sure is great!’

Hikaru: ‘I was thinking that if I give my family an overseas trip someday, Hawaii might be a good choice. They’ll probably be impressed by the different scenery and food compared to Japan.’

Tsubasa: ‘That sounds lovely. You always think about your family and respect them a lot.’

Hikaru (blushes): ‘Hehe, thanks!’

Hikaru: ‘…..’

Hikaru: ‘This is about the charity event from the other day. Until now, the source of me being able to give my best as an idol was that I had to work hard as the backbone for my family. Seeing that event, I thought that I need to have a broader perspective and want to cheer up even more people.’

Hikaru: ‘Just as I thought, isn’t it delightful to see everyone smiling!’

Tsubasa: ‘Hikaru-kun…..’

Hikaru: ‘As an idol standing in front of people I have ways to communicate with everyone more than normal people, so it would be a waste to not use this asset! ….. That’s what I think, but how I should do it, I don’t know.’

(A method only Hikaru-kun can manage…..)

Tsubasa: ‘Uhm, how about thinking in a more simpler way?’

Hikaru: ‘A more simpler way?’

Part 5

Hikaru: ‘Think simpler….. Hmm?’

Tsubasa: ‘On this trip, you bumped into a foreign tourist and got ice cream on your clothes, but in the end you shaked hands together with a smile. It was clear that the child Hikaru-kun played with in the pool had a lot of fun.’

Tsubasa: ‘Hikaru-kun was worried about me being tired and even brought me to this parasol to sit under. That made me very happy. When being with Hikaru-kun everyone smiles. I think Hikaru-kun possesses the power to make people smile.’

Hikaru: ‘I make everyone smile….. I didn’t come to think about this at all.’

Tsubasa: ‘That is fine I think. You do not need to do something for someone’s sake, it is fine if you do what you want to do little by little.’

Hikaru: ‘Do what I want to do, huh…..’

Hikaru: I see, it looks like I was thinking too much about it. I will do my best as I always did! Thanks, Tsubasa-chan!’

Tsubasa: ‘No, I am happy I could help you.’

Hikaru: ‘Tsubasa-chan, too, if you are troubled, don’t hold back and say so!’

Hikaru: ‘If I possess the power to make people smile, then I want to make Tsubasa-chan smile the most!’

Tsubasa: ‘Hikaru-kun…..’

Hikaru: ‘Let’s do our best together from now on as well!’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes! I will work even harder as your A&R!’

Hikaru: ‘Yeah!’

Tsubasa: ‘When I was talking with Hikaru-kun like this, my tiredness disappeared completely.’

Hikaru: ‘Really? Then let’s join beach volleyball with the others!’

Tsubasa: ‘Sure!’

Hikaru: ‘Yay! First of all, let’s enjoy Hawaii and get in touch with the various people and things here! I want to absorb so many things on this trip and then go home!’

Hikaru: ‘Let’s go, Tsubasa-chan!’

Tsubasa: ‘Yes!’

(Hikaru-kun really is a caring and kind person…..)

END ____________________

* Hikaru actually says this in English.

#b project #b-project #hikaru osari #moons #myps #card:2018

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 3 years

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Chapter Four.

a/n: this was one of my fav chapters to write, so hope you all enjoy! I think you’re all gonna like this one hehe :’) pls reblog to share and leave feedback as it continues to motivate me <3

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October 31, 2017

A lot had happened in the last five months that felt like an eternity.

After Luci’s very first performance for Miss Saigon and her unfortunate breakdown that was caused by one of the biggest critics of Broadway, practically insulting her, she performed almost every night after that.

When one bad review on her performance was ratified by hundreds of tweets and reviews, saying that Luci’s performance was one of the best they’d ever seen, she’d say she did her damn job. The night of her breakdown, she received a text from Nina, who sent her a link to a few reviews on her Broadway debut. Those articles directly addressed how unprofessional and poorly written Adam West’s review was, and that he needed to open his eyes to observe and admire brilliant, wonderful, and beautifully performed talent. On top of the important names next to Adam West, theatre-Twitter seemed to agree with the positive articles that were written about her, tweeting that Luci was the next face of Broadway; and who cared if she started her career in commercials and Off-Broadway because getting the role in Miss Saigon had proved that she worked her way up and that she was good.

After reading the articles and tweets, her mood had drastically shifted. She was so overwhelmed by the positive comments that defended her from a misogynistic man that she cried again, but it was tears of happiness this time around. She walked out of her apartment, headed to Harry’s door to show him the uplifting reviews, and he was happy to see that she was ecstatic—he was happy for her.

They had definitely become closer since that day.

Harry and Luci hung out a lot. Whenever they had the chance and they both weren’t busy, they would knock on each other’s doors or text one another, asking to hang out. For the most part, he opened up to her, showcasing his true personality and becoming more comfortable around Luci—enough to joke around and be himself. He loved the way he didn’t feel like he had to be someone he’s not; everything felt true and real.

It was refreshing for Harry to have a real friend, a best friend, other than Jeff and Mitch. Although he developed a small crush on said friend, it was nice to just have a chat and walk around the neighborhood with her. He’d been talking himself up to ask her out, not knowing if she’ll say yes or if she even feels that way about him; but from what he could tell, he thinks that she’s sort of infatuated with him. Luci would flirt with him from time to time, and would tell him that he’s adorable and sweet, making Harry’s cheeks redden from the sweet talk.

Luci’s situation with Daisy and Samuel never got better. Ever since she started to perform more and more—sometimes even more than Daisy—they would be nothing but rude to her. They weren’t used to someone taking their spotlight; it was like someone stepping right in front of them on center stage to steal the show—especially if it was someone they despised and was new to Broadway. The two tried to take it up with Tal, demanding and arguing about how they deserved to perform every single night, but Tal kept her word to Luci and the rest of the industry: that she would stand up for her cast and run the show herself.

Throughout the months, Luci had been talking with Harry about something very, very important. It was a few weeks ago, during their walk to a bagel place in the morning, when she first brought it up.

“Remember that lady who came up to me after the show?” She asked as they walked along the sidewalk. Harry nodded, letting out a ‘mhm.’ “So, she’s a talent agent…” Harry raised his brows, thinking she was an agent for Broadway. “In Hollywood.” Samantha Stone was one of Hollywood’s greatest and biggest agents; she mostly worked with actors who were first starting out in the industry before making them successful. Samantha was always on the hunt for new and fresh talent; she walked the streets with an eye like a hawk.

In early September, Samantha was in New York for a small getaway, as well as to meet one of her side pieces in the city. She figured she could watch a show or two since she was already in the city, and it’d been ages since she'd seen a Broadway show. Deciding on Miss Saigon because she saw the tweets and reviews of Luciana, she decided to give it a shot and see what her hype was about. And it did not disappoint. She was so intrigued and invested in the story, and was absolutely blown away by Luciana’s performance. Naturally, even though she shouldn’t be working, she waited until the cast was coming out of the theatre to approach her.

Luci was in complete shock because she’d never had anyone walk up to her, telling her to give her a call because she was a talent agent and hoped to work with her soon. When Luci got back home, she looked up Samantha Stone and her breath hitched as she found out who she had worked with and what she did for a living.

“Holy shit!” Harry completely stopped walking, making Luci stop as well. They stood on the side of the sidewalk as people passed by them. Harry beamed excitedly, but soon his smile softened, noticing Luci’s didn’t match his. “What’s the matter? Why aren’t you excited?”

“I-I don’t know. I just get nervous thinking about it, like she wants to work with me.” Luci fiddled with her fingers.

“Isn’t that great?” Harry asked softly; he didn’t see what was wrong with that, but he was being patient with Luci to try and understand what she was feeling and thinking about.

She nodded. “It is. I’m just nervous; I hate disappointing people. What if I call her and I do an audition or whatever, and she realizes that I’m not meant for the job? She’s the biggest agent in Hollywood, Harry. That would mean I’m not meant for any job,” she explained worriedly, anxiety bubbling up in her stomach as if it’d been simmering for hours on the stove.

Harry slightly frowned. He couldn’t imagine how it must feel to doubt one’s own talents, and he absolutely hated that Luci was doing it.

“Luciana, listen to me.” Well, that definitely caught her attention. “You’re remarkably talented, end of. If you end up being dropped by that agent, then fuck her. She shouldn’t be a talent agent if she can’t see clear talent right in front of her. Literally everyone in the same room knows you are so incredibly gifted. Plus, wouldn’t you like to try it out? It doesn’t hurt to try because you have nothing to lose. You’ll still be on Broadway; and then you’ll try again later if right now is not your time.”

Smiling, she appreciated his words. She nodded, knowing he was completely right. “Okay, I’ll give it a shot.” Her response seemed to satisfy Harry. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I’ll always be here for you.” She smiled. “Still gonna help me grade papers?”

She chuckled as they started walking on the pavement again. “Yup. Believe it or not, it’s actually fun grading papers.”

He turned to her shockingly. “Oh, really? Then maybe you could be my TA and I’ll have you grade all the papers.” Luci laughed, saying that she didn’t mind; she adored moments when they were playful. Their friendship was refreshing to the both of them.

A week after her conversation with Harry, where he reassured and encouraged her, she called Samantha, who was delighted to hear from Luci. Samantha asked if she wanted to meet for lunch; Luci was hesitant, but she remembered Harry’s words, and it really didn’t hurt to try, so she agreed and they met in Midtown at a Thai restaurant.

It was a casual luncheon where Samantha got to know Luci before she decided if she wanted to sign her or not. Luci completely rocked her socks; she was funny, kind, and very humble—traits that not a lot of stars had. So, Samantha immediately thought she was perfect and very likeable. After thirty minutes of eating and chatting, Samantha pulled out her business side, along with a contract, and discussed what this could mean for Luci. She went over her contract very quickly, and Luci knew she couldn’t keep up so she pretended to listen, nodding and letting out a ‘mhm’ to be interactive.

Samantha had a pen ready for her to sign, but if Luci knew anything, it was to not sign contracts right then and there, and to go over the contract in further details on her own. So, Luci told her that she would look over the stack of papers once more before she got back to her potential agent.

Luci wished she took a business class to understand such things about contracts and how to handle things herself, but she thinks that she might enroll in some classes some time soon. She attended Boston University and graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in Performing Arts in Theatre Arts. On top of auditioning, solo acts, musical pieces, and countless shows for the four years she was there, she maintained a 3.5 GPA in her general education, and that’s something she’s incredibly proud of herself for. There were a few classes during her freshman year that she failed, making her consider dropping out, but she picked herself back up and promised herself to work harder, and she did.

When she got back home, she tossed the contract on her coffee table as she sighed, grabbing a glass of water. She had felt stressed out about the situation, but then she remembered that Harry’s sister, Gemma, was a lawyer in London. So, she sent Harry a quick text, telling him about her situation, and asked if Gemma was able to help out. Harry was on his lunch when she texted, but he quickly asked Gemma and she was quick to comply, anything to help her brother’s friend.

The day after, Harry and Luci both sat down on his couch, FaceTiming Gemma on his laptop; it was the very first time his sister and Luci were meeting each other. Harry warned Luci that Gemma was a bit tough with his new friends, but once the two women chatted for a few minutes, Gemma was smittened with her; Harry was shocked at how quick they seemed to become friends, but he cherished it because he liked Luci…a lot.

Luci had sent over a scanned version of the contract, so they went over it together with Harry sitting next to her for moral support; and from what Gemma said, the contract was clean. The most important thing that Gemma was looking for was that Luci had a say to back out of the contract, and it stated that clearly. Gemma told her that she could sign the contract if she wanted, and that eased Luci’s anxieties, making her thank Gemma almost a million times for her help.

The next day, Luci met up with Samantha for brunch with the signed contract in her hand. Samantha was delighted to see that it was inked with her signature; she told Luci that this won’t be the only thing she was going to sign because so many people are going to want her autograph. That made Luci smile, giggling a tad bit at the thought of it.

By the beginning of October, Samantha called Luci and informed her that she was booked for an audition for a supporting character in Ocean’s Eight that was to be released late next year. Luci was surprised at how quickly Samantha was able to get her an audition, but they didn’t call her the best for nothing.

With only two weeks to prepare, Luci put her time and effort into rehearsing the few pages of the script Samantha had sent her. Luci didn’t have a talent coach whatsoever, so she tried her best to see every aspect of her acting, jotting down notes on the margins so she could further better herself. She was hiding her stress and nerves quite well as she tried not to freak out about how insane this opportunity was to even audition.

When her audition was only two days away, she called Ren for the traditional pep-talk that inspired and motivated her to do better and to try her best because that was all that she could do. She wished that her family was physically next to her so she could feel the comfort and warmth that they provide because after all, they are home and always will be.

Luckily, some producers were in New York holding auditions, so she didn’t have to fly to California for a day or two. She’d never felt more intimidated and nervous than the moment she stepped inside the medium-sized room that was painted in a light gray tone. A long foldable table was in the middle of the room with a small camcorder on a tripod next to it. Luci’s had many auditions, but this…this was real shit, the real deal. She was standing in front of Hollywood and big name producers who’d never heard of her name until the moment she walked in and they had a glimpse of her portfolio.

She introduced herself, masking the nerves that were crawling up and down her body with a warm smile—not too bright, but enough to show her gorgeous grin. They asked her to read off of page twenty-three to twenty-five; taking a breath, she gave all that she could. And in her opinion, it’s the best acting she’d ever done, which is saying a lot because she thinks she did quite well after every show of Miss Saigon.

The producers’ faces were unreadable as they simply looked at one another, writing a few notes on their yellow notepads. Luci wanted to lurk, to see what they were writing as she hoped they weren’t disappointed or had immediately crossed out her name from their list.

They thanked her for coming in before dismissing her; she thanked them as well, waving as she walked out the door where she released the biggest sigh. It wasn’t from relief because she was still on edge of the result of her audition, but she felt like she had been holding her breath for the ten to fifteen minutes that she was in that room. Her heart was pounding quite sturdily; and if she was being honest, her mind had completely blanked out once they yelled ‘action,’ but that was usual for her.

Now that it was ten days after her audition and Halloween, Harry practically begged Luci to get out of her apartment. She knew that she couldn’t stay cooped up in her room as she overthought the audition constantly. She began to get headaches from overthinking every single thing she did in that audition, and it drove her insane.

So, when Harry suggested that she should go to the Halloween party that Daisy was throwing on the rooftop of her building, she dreaded it at first, but the thought of going out was calling her. She assumed Daisy wouldn’t want Luci to be at her party, but she invited the entire cast and a few more people that she knew personally, so it wasn’t like Daisy was going to speak to her. Since it was a party, everyone could bring a guest or a few friends, so that was when Luci begged Harry to attend with her.

“Please, come with me.” She had her best pouty lip on, looking at him with doe eyes. Just by that look, he almost gave in, but he wasn’t sure if this type of party was for him. Harry was a mellow and chill guy; he didn’t need rooftop parties and unlimited amounts of booze. He was fine with a small gathering, a few movies and board games—now, that was his type of party. “The party would be so much more fun with you there.”

Harry playfully scoffed. “Please. Luci, I’m the most boring guy there is.”

Her brows furrowed in disagreement. “No, you’re not. I happen to think you’re quite fun.” He smiled softly at her in appreciation. “Please. We wouldn’t even have to stay that long.”

He could tell that she wanted, no, needed him to be there with her. She wasn’t very close with her cast mates—despite all the months she’d been part of the production—besides Nina. But Nina knew everyone so Luci would be left awkwardly standing there, waiting for her friend to come back.

“How long would we stay?”

Her eyes brightened with hope. “However long you want.”

“An hour? Hour and a half, tops?”

“Sounds perfectly fine to me.”

“And what would we wear?”

Luci was a bit shocked by his question. “You wanna match?”

“I mean, that would be fun, right?” She nodded, agreeing. “Since it is quite last minute, I say we dress up as the 70s or 80s era. Pretty easy, right?”

She liked the sound of that. “Yes, let’s do 70s! I wanna raid your closet because I know you have some gems in there.”

Harry laughed out loud—her favorite laugh that was music to her ears. He knew he had a great sense of fashion, and he’d always go to the thrift store to pick up something that he’d never worn before. It wasn’t like he was not going to wear it, he just needed to be more comfortable with himself to wear the clothes that he buys. So, for now, he settled with black skinny jeans and patterned-print button downs, which is the most ‘flashy’ he’d dress as…for now.

“I knew I liked you for a reason because I was hoping you’d say 70s.” Luci felt her cheeks warm up before they went to Harry’s apartment.

It took an hour and a half to find an outfit that Harry liked; it would’ve been shorter, but with Harry’s 70s playlist that was playing in the background, they took breaks to dance and sing. Harry had a beautiful voice, Luci thought; and she wondered if he was ever in a band before or wrote music because he does have an elaborate music taste, and that added to Luci’s liking for him.

They proceeded to go to Luci’s apartment so Harry could help her find an outfit. He brought his wireless speaker so the music wouldn’t stop; and she continuously threw the articles of clothing onto her bed—where Harry was lying on his stomach—every time he shook his head no.

With the same amount of time it took Harry to decide on an outfit, Luci settled on hers. She looked in her full-body mirror, twirling around to see if it looked okay and if she was satisfied with it. Harry remained on her bed, admiring how beautiful she looked as he thought that she was way out of his league. As Luci was dancing and prancing around her apartment, Harry was deep in his thoughts; he didn’t know if asking Luci out was the way to go. Not only would he lose her as a friend when or if she rejects him, but he couldn’t bear the ache he would feel in his heart.

For his own sake, he needed to protect himself before the heartbreak; and if that meant refraining himself from making a move, then that was completely fine to him.

“Ready?” Luci called out from the doorway. Harry got off the bed, looking her up and down.

She was wearing peach colored pants that flare at the bottom, sitting high on her waist; a white silk blouse with orange accents, a long brown coat because it was quite chilly outside, and pink glasses that were transparent. He thought she looked absolutely beautiful, and her outfit was meant for her. The colors matched Harry’s outfit as he wore rust-orange pants that sat wide at the bottom, a flashy patterned long-sleeved blouse with the collar matching his pants. Luci gave him a similar pair of glasses as hers, so they weren’t wearing shaded lenses in the nighttime.

“Yup. You, uh, look really good.”

Luci smiled, shrugging one shoulder. “Thank you! You look good, too. This color looks amazing on you.”

Harry looked down at his outfit, hiding the blush that formed on his cheeks. “Thank you. I like it a lot.”

They headed out and towards Daisy’s apartment building where the rooftop was large enough for everyone to stand comfortably without feeling like they were shoulder-to-shoulder. There were plenty of lounge chairs, and a few tall bar tables next to tall heaters, considering it was just below fifty degrees.

Some people were making their way towards Daisy's apartment since it was too cold outside, but Harry and Luci decided to stay, both agreeing that the heaters were keeping them warm as they sipped on their drinks.

“Luci!” Nina walked over towards her, giving her a hug; Luci made sure not to mess up the placement of her fairy wings.

“You look amazing!” Luci complimented as Nina put her hands on her cheeks, thanking her friend. Luci could tell that Nina was a bit drunk already as her eyes were drooping and she couldn’t stand straight on her own two feet.

“Harry! I’m so glad you’re here.” He smiled saying hello to her. Nina and Harry met in July when he had gone to see another show. He was giving Luci another bouquet of flowers—the same bundle that he gave her the last time since she told him that she really liked them, and they looked amazing on her windowsill—and she dragged him to find Nina since she was performing the same show. Nina immediately gave Luci that certain look that said ‘he’s really cute,’ and Luci just nodded, giving her an apparent look as well.

“Did you bring anyone?” Luci asked, knowing that she was talking to a few guys; her favorites, from what Nina told her, was Laurent and Alec—the two guys that are in her Soul Cycle class, one on Monday and the other on Friday.

Nina shook her head. “No. I wanted to get fucked up today and didn’t want any of my mans see that shit. Oh! Can I take a picture of you two? You both look so cute!”

Luci looked at Harry, silently asking and he nodded. She stood beside him, not knowing whether to put her arm around his waist. They’d never taken a picture together before, after all the months of knowing each other. Luci handed Nina her phone before she turned on the flash, taking a picture of the two. Harry hesitantly puts his arm around Luci’s shoulder, making her look at him, smiling. She then wrapped her arm around his waist as they both smiled at each other before looking back at the camera. Nina was squealing behind the phone because she just captured the cute and quiet interaction between them that made for a sweet candid.

Nina handed Luci’s phone back to her before she told her that she was going to talk to some other people. The two women hugged, and Nina said goodbye to Harry.

Harry leaned into Luci’s side, bending down slightly. “Send me those pictures, yeah?”

A chill ran through her body at the sound of his voice so close to her ear. “Sure,” she croaked out, sending the pictures to him.

After a few moments of light conversation and humming the beat of the music, Harry asked, “So, which one is Daisy?”

Luci looked at him, quite shocked as to what sparked his interest in her, but she didn’t say anything. She looked around until she spotted her in a leather catwoman suit, hugging her body tightly that Luci thought it was cutting off her circulation. But she had to admit that it looked amazing on her.

“That one.” She slyly pointed at Daisy who was talking to some of her friends. Luci was surprised to see that Samuel wasn’t here, considering that he was part of the cast. Daisy and Samuel seemed to be in their ‘off again’ stage of their relationship; and no one who was part of the cast or who was close to them could keep up with how many times they’d been through that stage, but they seemed to like each other too much to call it quits for good.

“Hmm. She seems nice.”

“Yeah, she does—to everyone except me.” They were both looking at Daisy, and it was like Daisy could sense a few eyes on her, so she looked around and made direct eye contact with Luci. She excused herself to her group of friends before making her way towards her and Harry. “Speak of the devil.” Luci sighed, making Harry chuckle.

“Luci! I’m so glad you made it.” Daisy faked a smile as she greeted Luci with a hug, which surprised both Luci and Harry. Daisy pulled away, immediately locking eyes on this. “Oh, who’s your friend?” Instantly, Luci knew why Daisy was so nice to her; it was because she spotted Harry and didn’t want him to think she was such a bitch.

With her brows furrowed, Luci shifted a little closer to Harry who was standing there and not saying anything. “This is Harry.”

Daisy flashed him her stunning smile that wooed almost everyone. “Hi, I’m Daisy.” He shook her hand, introducing himself. “Your outfit looks really good.” She complimented him.

“Thanks, Luci helped me pick it out.” He smiled at Luci, who was smirking. For a second, Daisy rolled her eyes before she returned to her big smile.

“Would you like to get a drink with me? I see you’re almost empty.” Daisy’s eyes pointed at his cup, which only had a small sip lingering at the bottom of his clear plastic cup.

“Uh-”

“C’mon, just one drink?” Her voice was innocent and sweet, nothing like the cruel and rude Daisy that Luci knew all too well.

What Luci expected Harry to say was that he was okay and that he didn’t want a drink with her, but he responded quite the opposite.

“Okay, sure.” Luci’s head averted towards Harry as she looked at him with shock and a face asking what the fuck he was doing. But he shrugged as Daisy clapped, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the bar. Luci huffed, watching the two walk away and she was left by herself with a watered down drink and the cold air.

She figured she’d wait for him to come back to where she was sitting, hoping he wouldn’t take too long.

But twenty minutes had gone by, and Luci started getting annoyed.

Thirty minutes, and Luci tells herself that she doesn’t care and mindlessly goes on her phone.

An hour had gone by when Luci huffed, mentally saying that she does give a shit and goes to find Harry.

How long could one drink take anyways? Definitely not an hour, Luci thought. She searched the rooftop for the two, only to hope that Harry was looking for her too. After ten minutes of looking around the rooftop, passing her cast mates who were asking her to take a shot with them—she took another one, adding more alcohol into her body—she couldn’t find Harry. She started to think the worst; he could’ve possibly taken Daisy home, or Daisy could have taken him up to her room—either way, she didn’t like any of those options.

For a minute, she mentally debated if she should check Daisy’s apartment, which would be better since it was warmer indoors than it was out—she was convinced it got colder once Harry left her side—but the negative side of her mind, who was taunting her like the devil on her left shoulder, told her to check if Harry was inside because she wasn’t going to like what she was going to see.

Either way, she needed to find Harry and she didn’t want to go home without him, so she went inside the building and took the elevator down to Daisy’s floor. There were people walking in and out of her place, so it wasn’t that difficult to find which one was hers. With the same amount of people inside her apartment as there was on the rooftop, Luci made her way through the nice and luxurious apartment. She was just on the edge of tipsy; the drinks with her coworkers had gotten her there. Heading up the stairs, she passed by people who were making out, cuddling on the steps, and talking.

Once she got to the end of the hallway, she had almost given up on her search for Harry until the door at the end of the hall opened, revealing Harry who was leaving and quietly closing the door.

Luci stood in the middle with an expressionless face. He hadn’t seen her yet, but the way she wasn’t giving any emotion didn’t mean that she didn’t care; the thoughts in her mind were invading every inch that there was just too much to focus on.

Harry turned around, stopping in his tracks once he faced her.

“Hey,” he greeted softly.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry for leaving-”

“Were you…” Luci referred to what was happening inside the room as she couldn’t finish her sentence because the thought and the words simply disgusted her.

“N-No.”

“Why do you seem unsure?” She was testing him; she heard the hesitancy in his voice, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell the truth.

A new attitude rose him. “Why do you care?” His voice was a tad bit harsher, but he was a little confused on why she was questioning his actions.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply, crossing her arms, avoiding his question. “I’m going home. Are you coming with or…?” Harry bit the inside of his cheek, remembering that she hadn’t answered his question, so he’ll ask again later. He nodded, and Luci turned around; he followed.

The entire ride on the subway and walking towards their apartment building was quiet. They didn’t even sit next to each other like they always did; just across one another, avoiding eye contact.

It was when they were both in front and unlocking their doors was when Harry spoke up.

“Luci.” She stopped her movements, turning around slowly as did he. This time, she looked at him so deeply in the eyes that it was physically difficult for her to take her eyes off him. “Why were you mad at me before we left?”

On the ride back home, Harry thought about the events at the party. He’d never seen Luci so annoyed at him before, so it got him thinking a lot about what she felt for him. She was jealous, anyone could see that, and he wanted her to say it out loud why she was jealous because he could name a few reasons.

“Did you have a good time with Daisy?”

Harry breathed out a chuckle. “You’re jealous,” he stated immediately.

“Answer my question-”

“Then answer mine.”

The tension was so thick that with just one small poke of a needle, it would collapse and break. They’d never had this type of conversation before, where the tension was rising and the room felt warm; they were always playful and laughing with each other that neither of them thought they were capable of having this certain type of energy with one another.

“I was mad because you left me alone at the party…with Daisy of all people,” she said honestly, leaving a few things out.

“Is that all?” He raised his brows, crossing his arms.

Luci shook her head. “That’s not how it works, Styles. I answer yours, you answer mine.”

A smug grin landed on Harry’s face. “Did I have a good time with Daisy?” He repeated her question. “To be honest with you, no. She was pretty drunk, so I took her to her bedroom—that’s why I was in there, She was…nice.” Luci sensed a ‘but’ trailing. “She even asked me if I’d wanna go out some time.”

“What’d you say?”

He tsked. “Not how it works, Suki.” Luci rolled her eyes, letting out a soft huff. “Hey, they’re your rules.” He chuckled. “Now, answer this: why were you jealous?”

There was a surge of confidence that Harry’s never felt before; maybe it was because he knew things Luci didn’t know herself, but watching her unfold those realizations was definitely feeding his ego.

Luci sighed deeply before she started. “Knowing that Daisy could possibly get anyone she wanted was a bit of an insecurity of mine when we were on our way to the party. That was because I knew she’d want you. I mean…look at you, you’re literally so gorgeous.” Harry blushed. “And I knew that it was inevitable that she would ask you to hang out; I was just surprised when you said yes.”

He nodded. “I rejected her when she asked if I wanted to go out.” A bit of weight lifted from Luci’s shoulders, but not completely as there was still something heavy she’s been wanting to say. “Why’d you hope I’d say no? Besides the obvious that she’s mean and rude to you.”

Alright, time to fess up, Luci.

Luci inhaled deeply, hoping her confession wouldn’t have him running for the hills. “Because why would you go out with her when you could go out with me? Like, on a date…” Her anxiety was up to her chin as she locked her hands behind her back, preventing them from shaking any more than they already were.

That one simple question had answered all of the other questions swirling in his mind; not the ones that were asked in the rapid fire round of questioning and answering under the thick cloud of tension over them, but the ones he asked himself a few months ago when he was doubting that she’d ever felt something for him because all this time, she had felt something, and she just asked him out.

His heart flipped. “You wanna go on a date with me?”

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to ask, but I didn’t know if you were interested in me or not,” she said shyly. Luci hadn’t asked someone out before—someone she was really interested in. She’d either wait until they asked her and if they didn’t, she’d move on and pretend that her feelings for them never existed. But Harry was different; seeing him with Daisy tonight had made her realize just how much she felt for him. He made her laugh, smile, and he was such a kind person.

“I’d love to.” He suddenly answered, taking her back a little.

She looked at him with wide eyes. “R-Really?”

“Yeah. I’ve been meaning to ask you too, because I’m very much interested in you, but I didn’t know you were interested, well, until tonight.” Luci giggled.

“I made it pretty obvious that I was jealous, huh?”

“A tad bit, but it’s sweet; and I wasn’t gonna go on a date with Daisy. She’s no Luciana Ivy Suki.” He teased, making her face heat up at the sound of her full name coming from his lips. She wanted to kiss him right then and then, wanted to taste the sweet taste that he was storing in his mouth; but she refrained from doing so, figuring that they’d wait until after their date—whenever that was—to wait to kiss him because it would very much be worth the wait.

“Okay, I’ll, uh, plan the date then.” Her lips turned up, feeling a certain ache on her cheeks already from smiling too much.

“Can I plan it too?” He genuinely asked.

“I did ask you, Harry.” She raised her brows teasingly.

“Alright, alright. I’ll plan the next date then.” He blushed.

Luci tilted her head, smiling sweetly at his words. “The next date, huh? We haven’t even been on the first date; what makes you think there’ll be a second one.”

“Oh, love, I think there will be.” Harry stepped closer to her, heart pounding in his chest; Luci gulped at the closeness. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her by the way he was looking at her intently. And for a moment, she was gonna give in and say ‘fuck waiting,’ and kiss his pink lips until he leaned forward and kissed her soft cheek for a brief moment. “Can’t wait for our date. Let me know what the plans are.”

“O-Okay.” The touch of his lips on her skin had stunned her, and she wanted them back on her instantly.

Harry opened his door, giving Luci a small smile before walking in. She started to slowly back into her open apartment, holding onto the door handle tightly. Before they closed their doors, they stared at one another, admiring each other before they said:

“Sweet dreams, Luciana.”

“Sweet dreams, Harry.”

November 8, 2017

Harry strongly knocked three times on the door right across from his own door with a bag full of takeout, another bag full of snacks, and a small brown bag that had a white box inside.

The door swung open; Luci smiled at the person behind it.

“Happy Birthday, love!” Harry greeted.

“Aww, Harry, thank you so much.” She was surprised that he remembered, let alone bring a celebration to her as she eyed the bags in his hands. Luci turned twenty-six today; her day was full of greetings from her cast mates, her family, and FaceTime calls from her brother and parents. She was going to make a trip back home for a day or two since she had to perform on Friday, but she was going to see her parents during Thanksgiving, so FaceTime calls had to suffice till then.

Stepping to the side, she invited him in. He hugged her tightly, kissing the side of her head as her face heated up. They walked to the kitchen, and Harry set the bags on the countertop, unraveling the tie of the takeout.

“First, I’m sorry for just showing up unannounced and invading your place.” He added a breathy laugh.

“No, it’s okay! You’re welcomed any time,” she genuinely said; Harry made a mental note of that.

“Second, this is not a date. I know you didn’t want today to be our first date, but I couldn’t just sit in my apartment and not do anything on your special day! So, here I am.”

“Here you are.” Luci couldn’t help the warmth that rushed to her face and neck.

“Third, I brought Chinese since it’s your favorite food. And I just so happen to know a lovely place that has the best Chinese in Brooklyn, which is my favorite place that I’ll take you to soon, but know that you’re so incredibly special because I never take anyone there.” He took the takeaway boxes out of the bag, opening them up as steam released from the boxes.

Luci leaned against the countertop. “And what makes me so special?” Teasingly fluttering her eyes.

Harry stopped what he was doing, looking at her intently. “You’re so sweet, funny, and incredibly kind. But most importantly, you’re grounded and humble; and you’re special to me.” His dimpled poked through his skin as he smiled, meaning every word.

Heart flipping, stomach in knots, and tears washing over her eyes, Luci walked around the counter to hug him, head resting against his chest as she whispered a ‘thank you’ in his ear.

For the rest of their night, they ate the authentic Chinese food while Harry told her about the restaurant he got it from, including the workers who owned the place. They also talked about work, teased, flirted, and bantered about whether fruit belonged in salads—they do not.

Harry gave her the brown paper bag that held her gift, and she opened it with shock. He gifted her a gold circle pin that was customized with her initials engraved in the middle, and the saying ‘Shine bright, Dream even bigger,’ separated at the top and bottom. He’d noticed that she had pins on her travel backpack, and would occasionally wear one on the side of her baseball cap. It was the most thoughtful and attentive gift she’d ever received, and that earned Harry a tight hug and many thank you’s.

After the night was coming close to eleven-thirty, Harry called it a night as he still had to wake up early tomorrow for work. Their goodbye at her door was a long one that was filled with tight and long hugs as they swayed for a moment, enjoying the warmth of each other. They promised each other that they would find a day that was open in their schedule so they could finally have their date; they even pinky swore on it—Harry kissed her pinky, vowing.

Luci watched Harry open his door before walking inside his apartment; she blew him a kiss as he caught it, placing his palm on his cheek, making her smile.

As they closed their doors, Luci couldn’t help but think that she just had the best birthday ever.

November 17, 2017

Luci’s leg nervously shook as she waited for her digital clock to hit 2:30 p.m.

Today was Luci and Harry’s first date, and will hopefully be written down in history. She’d been anticipating this day for a while now, and she couldn’t believe the day was finally here. The few days after she asked him out, they tried settling on a date, but the two weeks after Halloween were booked for them.

Luci was performing most days out of the week and Harry needed to figure out his teaching plans since it was close to Thanksgiving break and winter break. But when Harry found out that he had a random Friday off, he immediately told her, and to their luck, Luci wasn’t performing that day. So, they were settled on a day, and Luci couldn’t wait to take him out.

She told him that he was going to need to dress warm since they were going to be outside for most of the day, so he opted for light blue jeans that were a bit baggy, a white t-shirt, a black coat that had faux fur on the thick collar and cuffs; since he, assumingly, was going to be walking around a lot, he wore black old school vans. Harry looked in the mirror, ruffling his hair in his hands to get it to stick the way he wanted it to. His hands slightly shook as he was fixing his hair, and he realized he hadn’t felt this nervous in a while; it had been a while since he’d gone on a date with someone he truly liked.

When it hit two-thirty, Harry opened his door and locked it before taking a step forward. He took a breath, shaking his nerves off; as he was just about to knock, he heard Luci shuffling around inside her apartment as her keys jingled in her hands and her boots thudded against the wood. He put his hand down, thinking it would be nice for her to just see him right when she opened the door. After a few moments, Luci felt like she had everything she needed, so she swung her door open to only find Harry standing right in front of it, hiding behind a familiar bouquet of flowers—her favorite ones from him.

“Hello.” He smiled, dimples clearly present. Luci felt like she could cry on the spot from just being so overwhelmed with her nerves and the anticipation leading up to this day, this moment. “These are for you. Hope you never get tired of them.” Harry handed her the bouquet, and she hugged them to her chest.

“Harry, thank you. Believe me, I would never.” The start of her cheek aches had begun, and it had been about thirty seconds into their date. But cheek aches with Harry were her favorite type of aches, so she didn’t really mind it.

She went back inside her apartment as Harry followed her in; she put the flowers in a vase before fixing them a little, making sure none of them were drooping down on the edge of the glass vase. Placing them on her windowsill, where she usually puts the flowers Harry gifted her, she smiled gratefully at them before turning her head and smiling at Harry, extra grateful.

“Shall we go?” He asked, and she nodded.

Harry followed Luci down to the subway station as she got on the M train. In eleven minutes, there were four stops; the subway was quite packed with no available seats, so the two stood, holding onto the silver bar in between them with their bodies close in proximity as they stood. Harry took the chance to look down at her, simply admiring her beauty as she mindlessly looked around, not noticing his eyes lingering on her.

When their stop was on Essex Street, they got off, transferring onto the F train towards Coney Island; and Harry suddenly knew exactly where they were going. He didn’t say anything but smile. The entirety of the ride took forty-two minutes with twenty-two stops; they were able to sit down next to each other after the first stop.

Their bodies were close—thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder. Luci took out her wired earphones—figuring they were going to be there for a while, why not listen to some music—handing Harry the left one as she put the right one in. She played Fleetwood Mac, Tame Impala, ABBA, Lorde, and Hozier—a few artists they’d bonded over—as they both swayed in their seats, making up some dance routine with their arms and shoulders. They laughed and ignored the weird looks of bystanders, who were trying to have a peaceful train ride to their destination, but Luci and Harry were too focused on each other to care.

Once it was their stop, Luci put her headphones and phone in her purse before they got off and walked side by side one another. Harry had the urge to pull her close to his side, to hold her soft hand, but he was too shy to make a move. When they walked up the stairs to exit the station, their fingers brushed together—practically bumping into one another. Luci confidently made the move and linked their fingers together; Harry looked down and back up at her as he blushed, squeezing her hand lightly.

“Is this okay?” She asked, looking up at him.

“It’s perfect.” He meant it; the way her small hands fit so perfectly into his, as if he was protecting them. Holding her hand was comforting, and it surprised him at how comfortable he was to be making physical contact with her; but ever since he met Luci, he’s surprised himself quite a few times already.

They finally reached their first date hotspot, and Harry assumed right as to where she was taking him.

Three wide entryways painted in navy blue and orange had ‘Luna Park’ painted in orange at the top. Above the entryways were large flower-like and crescent moons that lit up during the nighttime, giving the boardwalk the most illuminating glow. The large Ferris wheel could not be missed as the carts swung and rattled back and forth. On top of the excitement of the amusement park, there were screams from people who were on the roller coasters, and the smell of fair food that they couldn’t wait to devour.

Luci paid for their entrance admission, and Harry frowned, wanting to pay, but they both agreed that they could go half on the food, and games and rides.

They felt like little kids who were at Disneyland, minus the famous castle and Main Street music, as they walked around the park to check it out as the wood beneath them creaked with every step while they hadn’t let go of each other’s hands.

“Everything looks really fun,” Harry exclaimed.

“Right! Do you wanna play some games first or ride on some rides?”

“How about we get the rides out of the way? You look very excited to go on them, and I have a feeling there’s no way you’re not going on them without me.” Harry assumed, quite accurately.

Luci put her hand on her heart teasingly. “You know me too well.” Harry chuckled. “Okay, let’s go on some rides!” She dragged him to the admissions booth, and Harry paid for both of their passes for rides.

They waited in line for the ‘Cyclone,’ which was the biggest rollercoaster besides the Wonder Wheel. Luci sensed Harry’s nerves as he kept looking up at the ride, and he couldn’t keep still.

She squeezed his hand tightly. “Harry, you don’t have to go on the ride with me.” She was starting to feel concerned for him because his hands were becoming damp, which she didn’t care for, and he kept bouncing his leg everytime the line stopped moving.

He raised his brows, and brushed away his nerves to the side but not very far. “No, no. It’s okay—I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

Pressing a kiss to the back of her hand, he nodded. “I’m sure. We’re here to have some fun, not be nervous, right?”

“Yeah. But I’ll admit, I was nervous before we left,” she said, hoping to change the subject to distract him from the fast ride above them.

“Why’s that?” He curled his lips into his mouth.

“This is our first date, I want it to go well,” she said honestly. It had been a while since she’d been on a real date—the last one being in college—but to be nervous for a date was a feeling she wasn’t familiar with.

“Think it’s going quite well, don’t you think?” He gave her a toothless grin, brows raised. Luci nodded, happy that he was always reassuring her and making her feel comfortable. “Plus, I was nervous too—still am, if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded his head as if his nerves were the most obvious thing. “Oh, yeah. I want this to go well too. But by the way we’ve been friends for months before this happened, I think we’ll be okay, Ci.” Her eyes slightly widened at the new nickname that she’d never heard; Harry instantly noticed her shock. “I-Is it okay if I call you that?” To be honest, he’s always wanted to call her some unique nickname that would only be for him. ‘Luci’ seemed to be the name everyone called her, ‘Ana’ was her brother’s name for her, so the last syllable in her name seemed to be free.

“No one’s ever called me that.” And she thinks that’s extra special. “But yes, please call me that.” She approved, and he smiled.

It was their turn to get onto the Cyclone, and Harry suddenly didn’t feel so nervous anymore as they were being safely strapped into their rollercoaster cart. The ride was quite high, looking over the blue water and Coney Island Beach; the view was quite gorgeous, even in the middle of a cold November day in New York.

They screamed as the ride dropped; Luci held up one of her arms as the other held tightly on Harry’s hand as he grasped the metal bar, afraid to bravely put his arm up like his beautiful date.

When the ride was finished, they had a rush of exhilaration, wanting to go on the other rides. So, they did; they laughed, screamed, and were the most carefree people they’d ever been in their entire lives because they brought it out of each other.

After they filled their rollercoaster crave, they ate and talked. Individually, they were both worried about this part of the date where they had to talk because they’d been hanging out for so many months and getting to know each other that they thought coming up with conversation topics were going to be difficult. But it was natural for them; they didn’t put any pressure on themselves to speak every single minute of the date. Instead, they relished in the comfortable silence they seemed to form, not minding it one bit.

The sky had turned into a cotton candy pink from a bright blue quite quickly. Luci wanted to watch the sunset, but was a bit sad that they hadn’t played the majority of the games; but Harry told her it was okay, and they would come back another time when the park reopened again during the Spring.

Hand in hand, they walked to the beach that was just across the street from Luna Park. The bright lights from the park were becoming distant as they continued to walk further away from it. Since it was mid November, there weren’t that many people out because of the cold temperature—just the few people who were passing by along with others who decided to watch the sunset as well.

“Tell me about your last relationship?” Luci suddenly asked; Harry looked at her amusingly.

“Like now? In the middle of our date?” He teased, making her laugh.

“I mean, if you want to. I was just curious.”

Harry thought for a moment. “Hmm. My last serious relationship was over a year ago. We broke up right before I started teaching at the middle school.”

“What happened?” She asked softly, not wanting to pry, but she was also curious.

“We weren’t good for each other anymore. I guess life happened, and we turned into people we weren’t proud of. We grew apart; she was more in love with her career than she was in love with me. Couldn’t say I was the best boyfriend either,” he explained, not getting into too much detail. But he’d neglected her without even realizing it, causing his ex to occupy herself with work. “So, we broke up. And it felt like it was a sign from the universe that was holding me back from venturing out because I immediately got a job at the school when I had been putting off finding a proper teaching job.” He breathed out a chuckle, remembering the memory.

He’ll admit, his last relationship had hurt him quite a lot. He’d never felt such pain before, and it had made him quiet and reserved. But how it ended made him not seek out to find a relationship. For a while, he didn’t like the idea of love because it had only hurt you. But then he met Luci, and at first, he was hesitant to even be her friend because just at first glance, he was ruined, and he didn’t want to go through that process again; but here they are now. And maybe, he’ll tell her this, but for now, he doesn’t want to scare her off.

“Do you still talk to her?”

“Nope. Last I heard of her, she was engaged to this woman she met a few weeks after our breakup, but I have no clue if they’re still together.” He shrugged his shoulders. “What about you?”

“My last relationship?” Harry nodded. “To be honest, I’ve never been in a serious one…like ever.”

He raised his brows in shock. “Really?”

“Yeah. The furthest I’ve gone that was close to a relationship was a friends-with-benefits towards the end of college, which didn’t end well.” Harry sensed her mood change a bit, so he didn’t pry on asking what happened in the past. The bad memories had filled her mind, making her frown, but she pushed those thoughts away, not wanting to think about them at the moment because the timing is unbelievable. “That’s that; I don't have any exciting or tea-spilling relationship stories.”

For a moment, she didn’t want to jinx her luck, but she imagined what it would be like to be in a relationship with Harry—despite it only being their first date. Her mind took her to a fantasy that was so special and sweet because that was how she pictured what it would be like to be with him.

They sat in silence as the sound of the waves crashing and the seagulls above them took over their hearing. It was nice and refreshing to sit side by side, taking in the beautiful scenery that the world provided. Sunsets had always made Luci feel a vast amount of gratitude towards the world and the people around her; the opportunities, the things that she got to see—they all wouldn’t have happened if the sun didn't go down, promising a new tomorrow.

Suddenly, Harry stood up, brushing the sand that had gotten on his jeans. He reached out to Luci, who was still sitting down and looking up at him.

“C’mon. Let’s walk,” he suggested. She grabbed his hand as he helped her up, and she patted away the soft sand that had stuck to her black jeans.

They held hands as they walked the shore of Coney Island Beach, walking towards where the sun was departing from the world. Once the sky had turned into a purple and orange blended masterpiece, Harry stopped walking, facing Luci as he took a deep breath.

“I’m trying…really hard to hold back.” He held her cold hands in his, lightly pushing and pulling her towards him. He’d been thinking about it for the entirety of their date, and he just wanted to pull her in and kiss her whenever.

Luci shook her head softly as she stopped swaying; her eyes flickered towards his mouth, glad she wasn’t the only one thinking the same thing. She dreamed of this—had been wanting to press her lips against his for quite some time

“Don’t hold back. Please, don’t hold back.” Her tone and eyes were pleading for him to not refrain himself from the most magical feeling. Luci let go of his hands, wrapping them around his waist as if she was giving him permission to kiss her.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently rubbing down to her elbows before he trailed them back up and to the sides of her neck and jaw. Placing a soft kiss to her forehead before placing his on Luci’s, he inhaled deeply, taking in the saltiness of the ocean next to them and the sweetness of her skin.

Luci fluttered her eyes closed, and Harry took that opportunity to connect his lips with hers. They molded their lips together as if it were one, tasting one another for the first time. The feeling of their passionate kiss felt like the ocean had synchronized together, forming the most beautiful and largest wave for the most dedicated surfer; and when it crashed, it was powerful, breathtaking, and strong—like no other wave could top this one, no one could top this one of a kind kiss.

Harry smiled into the kiss, making Luci smile and giggle as well. Her stomach fluttered, hugging him tighter to her as his thumbs gently caressed her soft skin. Nothing could top this feeling.

Pulling back, Harry breathed out a giddy chuckle before placing a few more pecks on her lips as if he was dreaming the first time. Luci opened her eyes as did he; she looked into his and found an immense amount of adoration within him.

“I like you…a lot.”

She leaned her forehead against his chest, cheekily smiling and restricting herself from squealing before she looked back up at him. “I like you too, Harry.”

Harry flashed her his smile, something that he couldn’t wipe off his face, not like he tried. Nowadays, he was smiling a lot more, and he was one hundred percent sure Luci was the cause of it.

Kissing her forehead, Harry hugged her to his chest as they watched the sun go down. With her face pressed against his chest, she heard the erratic heartbeat that was pounded heavily; and in that moment, she knew exactly how that felt—to feel so much for one person that your heart could fall out—and she only hoped he could feel hers because it was pounding just the same.

As they held each other tightly, they both knew that this was going to be something special.

And they were all in for the ride.

an exciting chapter! come talk to me about your thoughts, feelings, favorite moments and scenes! thank you for reading <3 next chapter will be up next saturday!

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sokkas-honour · 3 years

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3 with sokka for your spotify wrapped playlist writing thingy? Also hii hehe i just found your blog 5 seconds ago NICE TO MEET YOUUU

it’s lovely to meet you too! (i prepared these a while ago but tysm for being so supportive of my blog!!)

affluenza - sokka x reader

pairing: sokka x fem!reader (it’s more platonic than anything)

wc: 2.7k

notes/warnings: again, i’m only really using the theme of this song instead of the lyrics. for warning, misogyny?? a bit of neglect

growing up a princess was already hard to begin with, but being the younger sister to the nation’s favourite royal was even worse. constantly being in her shadow, being ignored by parents and just being blindly spoiled. you were lucky, you could get whatever you wanted except for your parent’s own attention and affection.

ever since you turned the age of ten, you were quick to notice that you weren’t your parent’s favorite so you would try and do whatever you could to be the star in their eyes. you trained everyday in order to improve your water bending, your warrior skills, just anything that could make you stand out and get your parents to notice you more. but alas, you weren’t the crown princess, the most beautiful girl in the northern water tribe.

it came to a point where, around your fifteenth birthday, you were starting to loose motivation for things in general. all of your work had payed off, you had mastered every healing form and had even gotten secret lessons from local boys trying to use you to get to yue, you had everything you could want except for the one thing you desperately needed. so you started isolating yourself a bit more, the rest of the nation forgetting about you even more.

your isolation changed when you heard of the avatar having arrived in your tribe and suddenly, you desperately wanted to get to know them. if you befriended the avatar and even joined him on his voyage, you might just finally get your parent’s stamp of approval. it was the first thing in months to give you any sort of motivation.

during the dinner that your dad threw for the guests and to honour your sister’s birthday, you had managed to find a spot next to the southern watertribe girl and you two hit it off immediately. bonding over shared experiences as younger siblings.

“yeah it does hurt a bit to have practically mastered all your water bending forms and not get a congratulations from your parents.” was your comment as the two of you spoke about sometimes feeing as thought you’re living in your older sibling’s shadow. what you said seemed to have done something to the girl who’s name you learned was katara.

“you’re a waterbender?” she asked bewildered. her eyes looking at you with excitement and wonder.

“yeah, one of the best in the tribe if i do say so myself.” you joked lightly, a bit confused at her tone.

“i’m a waterbender too! do you think you could teach me a few things?” she excitedly asked, a huge grin on her face. you nodded and finished swallowing your pickled fish that had been prepared by the best chefs in town.

“i mean sure but i’m not sure what i could teach you. i’m basically a master but i wouldn’t say that i’m too far ahead from other people my age.” you responded, explaining to the girl from your sister tribe that you may not be able to teach her much.

“oh, where i come from, i’m the last waterbender. so i’ve never had any actual training.” her gaze averted from yours and you instantly regretted what you said, feeling horrible at your assumption. you were used to being surrounded by waterbenders and had no idea what she must’ve been going through.

“i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have said that. if you need anyone to show you some water bending forms, i’m more than happy to. but i’m sure you’ll get more from master yagoda.” you searched for her hand and gave it a little squeeze, she turned her head to smile at you which you returned a comforting one back.

“why not master paku?” she inquired, slightly confused at not hearing the name of the respected master she had heard about at one point during the dinner.

“master paku teaches warrior waterbending skills, girls aren’t allowed to learn those techniques, only healing.” you explained, gaze faltering slightly. you hated your tribe’s costume which is why you always tried to rebel in your own way, but she didn’t need to know that yet.

“why? that’s stupid!” she exclaimed, removing her hand from yours to hit her closed fists on the table in annoyance, thankfully not drawing any attention.

“i know! but it’s tradition and the old farts who control this town hate breaking tradition, even my father won’t break it for me!” you explained, giving a small glance to your father who spoke to one of his councilmen.

“maybe he’ll change his mind if i’m with the avatar! we might even convince him to train you!” she suggested, optimism laced in her words but you simply shrugged your shoulders.

“you can try but i wouldn’t get your hopes up. if you do though, make sure to come get me.” you blankly responded, not wanting to give her any false sense of joy.

the rest of the dinner went by nicely, her telling stories about her adventure with the avatar and her brother, who’s name you learned to be sokka. he even inserted himself in the conversation once or twice, making you laugh at his comments. the night had to end eventually, and for yue and yourself, it meant you two have to leave before the party ended.

“y/n, i think i may have a problem.” yue nervously started when you were both alone. “that southern water tribe boy, he.”

“he’s hilarious?” you finished her sentence, a knowing smile on your lips.

“yeah, and i’m scared i might be catching feelings for him. he even suggested to do something together.” she explained, hand grabbing yours nervously, looking to you for advice on what she should do. no matter how much your parents favoured yue on every way, there was so way you could ever hate her or hold your parents’ doings against her.

“oh come on yue, talking to him won’t hurt you. if anything, not talking to him will hurt him.” you joked, placing your hand on top of hers to give more weight to your words.

“i suppose so.” she smiled, most likely thinking about him and the way he made her feel. your smirk never left your face as you watched the way he made her feel.

the next day, you ran into katara and aang as they went to visit master paku to try and convince him to train the both of them. you were going on a simple walk, hoping to run into them.

“y/n, want to come with us to master paku?” katara immediately asked once you were in proximity to the tow of them.

“not sure you’ll be able to convince them but i’d love to either way.” you smiled, waving hello to the avatar.

“well we’re going to try.” aang backed up katara’s optimism which was slightly sad to see as you knew the ending, you had experienced it yourself.

and like you predicted, their attempt to get the old master to go against outdated traditions proved useless. it ended in katara yelling at his misogynistic attitude and giving up to go sit in on a healing session. you decided to join her, knowing it was useless to you but it was nice to a get a refresher nonetheless.

once it ended, you were left to deal with an annoyed katara as aang was still training. you admired her for standing up to him, wishing you had the confidence that she had but you had given up fighting traditions a long time ago when you realised it was useless.

“listen, i’m sorry katara. if you want though, i can show you around town.” you tried to cheer her up but she seemed to agree with no enthusiasm.

during your tour, you made sure to give as many details as you could to the girl from your sister tribe but it didn’t do much to make her smile. her attitude did change though when the both of you ran into her older brother, a lovestruck emotion on his face which immediately led you to conclude he had seen your sister, and you were right.

“we’re meeting tonight at the same bridge we saw each other! yue and i!” was the first he said when he approached the two of you, more directed to his sister.

“really sokka? that’s great!” katara’s mood seemed to change to happiness for her brother. she then turned to you, surprisingly. “you know, maybe yue said something to y/n. did she?”

“why would yue tell her something?” sokka stopped you from answering, taking you slightly aback. his rather none accusing question hurt you more than you’d care to admit.

“i beg your pardon?” you were slightly offended at his question, more hurt but that wasn’t the tone that you wanted to show, knowing that showing hurt was more of a weakness than anything. at least in your household, your parents only seemed to notice your negative attitude when it came out. a comment made by a schoolmate hurt you and when you came home crying, you were simply neglected as yue had come home earlier and your parents were engrossed in her story. you had tried to come to them but were simply ignored. since then, you’ve only ever shown emotions theyd deem negative to your sister.

“sokka, you met her last night. she’s the second princess of the northern water tribe!” katara harshly whispered as you calmed yourself down, making a mental note to thank your new friend.

“yue has a sister? what did she say about me?” his confusion turned to excitement as he practically rushed into your face, too close for your liking.

“yes, and what do you think you’ll get out of me?” you smirked slightly, putting your hand on his chest to push him out of your face.

“i don’t know, what does a princess need?” he questioned. letting your hand linger before you dropped it.

“warrior training.” katara observed as you narrowed your eyes, the smirk still on your lips as you surprised the rather bold boy.

“why would you need warrior training?”

“because, i want to. my father refuses to let me train but i’ve found ways. yue told me you’re supposedly the best warrior in your village and i want some.” you defied his expectations, he assumed you’d probably be drastically different from your sister in a bad way but he was wrong.

“deal, you tell me what yue thinks of me and i’ll teach you a couple of things i know.” he was quick to agree, willing to do anything to know what the crown princess thought of him. you took your hand out to shake on it and he did, both of you looking each other in the eyes in defiance, hands lingering in each other’s grip.

katara giggled at the interaction which brought the two of you out of your stare and let go of each other’s hands.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully yue will tell me more after your little rendezvous today.” you told him before turning your attention back to katara, seeing as though she was with her brother now, she’d be fine on her own. “i’ll see you tomorrow around the healing hut early tomorrow?”

she nodded before you waved the two of them goodbye and walked back towards the palace, looking forward to your first session with sokka.

the next day was pretty eventful, finding out that katara and aang had gone against paku’s rules, meaning that he refused to continue raining the avatar. you found out right before leaving for the session with yagoda and decided to stick around when katara defied him. and by the end of that whole fiasco, she was able to convince him to let her train with him.

after that happened, you immediately went to your father to beg him to let you join paku’s clas but you were met with a wall.

“absolutely not, the times may be changing but i’d rather none of my daughters do anything too dangerous. you still need to finish mastering healing.” was his response, leaving you in complete disbelief. you had mastered every healing form a couple of months ago and he didn’t know.

yue tried to comfort you but you ignored him, deciding to walk around town to calm down. you knew that if yue was the waterbender, she’d be able to do whatever she wanted. even if she was their fragile little girl.

the day went by rather fast, and before you knew it, you were following katara in secret to watch the first ever girl receive training from a master in the northern water tribe. you made sure to not make your presence too noticeable, even if the majority of people didn’t notice you most of the time. you watched in complete awe of her raw skill, wishing that you were right there next to her, having something to make you stand out from your family.

when the afternoon came, you made your way to where the three of them was staying in order to complete your deal with sokka.

“hey y/n, did you find out anything about yue?” was his greeting which earns a little eye roll from you.

“didn’t she tell you that she was engaged?” you said rather harshly, regretting as you saw him look down sadly. “listen sokka, she can’t love you but she does. she’s tied to our ridiculous customs, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.” he took a deep breath in and let it go before meeting your eyes that were soft, matching them with a small smile. “ready to get started?”

“more than ready. my stupid father didn’t want me joining katara today so i need to let out some sort of aggression.” your tone clearly annoyed at your father which confused sokka, yue didn’t seem to have any problems with her parents.

“i don’t know if this is my place to ask, but why do you seem to hate your father so much?” he asked, curious to know.

“this is nothing against my sister, i love her to bits. it’s my parents i have problems with, they just cast me aside. all of their attention has always been on yue, hell everyone in this stupid tribe only cares about yue! i’m supposed to just be unnoticeable according to my parents yet they shame me for not being as special as yue! i mastered every single healing form and i even managed to learn a couple of fighting stances, yet it’s still not enough.” you let yourself go, deciding to dump all of your problems on the poor boy who had to hear your practically yell at the end. “sorry, you probably didn’t want to know all of that.” you joked nervously.

“no, no its okay. i just figured that being yue’s sister would be like the best thing. i mean being royalty makes your life basically perfect and i mean, she’s one of the sweetest girls i’ve ever met!” sokka ranted, not exactly being what you wanted to hear.

“yeah, i have everything i could ever want but my parent’s attention.” you laughed in disbelief at how ridiculous your situation was.

“you know what?” a silence had settle after your uncomfortable laugh but he was the first to speak, excitement in his voice as he voiced the idea in his head. “what if you joined us to defeat the firelord and travel with the avatar? that’s sure to get your parents to notice!”

“you barely know me and i haven’t actually spoken with the avatar, what makes you think that i’d fit your little team?” you were skeptic at his proposition, loving the idea but not being sure he was thinking it through.

“from what katara’s told me, you’d be perfect for us! katara could teach you what she learns with paku on the road, i could teach you what i know and you could be our own healer!” he excitedly thought about the idea of having someone else on his team, even if you weren’t the sibling he fell for, he still took a liking to you after your first conversation.

“well then, come fetch me before you leave. my parents won’t notice me gone so there won’t be any problems.” you concluded, you yourself getting excited at the idea of finally doing something that might make you stand out to your parents.

“great! now let’s get started.” he opened the door, a huge smile on his face.

“if you were at all interested, she thought you were a pretty good kisser.” you added before he could start teaching you any of his skills.

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ga-yuu · 3 years

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'Lust of lovers in the summer' Story Event~Morinaga Route

(It's hot again today....)

I walk in the sunshine, wiping the sweat off my face.

But despite the heat, joyful voices could be heard from all over the town.

Merchant 1: "It's almost the summer festival, isn't it? Morinaga-san and his friends are going to do something, aren't they? Have you heard the details?"

Merchant 2: "No, not at all. But it’ll be fun with that man leading the way."

Merchant 3: "Yes. I wonder, what's in store for us?"

(As expected of Morinaga-san..... Everyone is hyped.)

In order to liven up the town of Kamakura, which is suffering from the extreme heat, the samurai of Kamakura decided to hold a summer festival.

Morinaga-san was appointed by Yoritomo-sama to take charge of this.

He is now working with his men in one part of the town to prepare for the festival.

(I can only help by bringing some refreshments, but I hope the festival is a success.)

....................

(Oh, I think this is the workshop.)

It looks like they have just stepped out onto the back of the stage, which is being assembled.

Yoshino: "Um, hello. I've brought you some----"

Morinaga: "Oh hey, Yoshino. Come here."

(Ha!!!..... Half-naked Morinaga-san!)

His exposed, water-soaked upper body is a sight to behold.

Morinaga: "Oh, sorry about this. I was just taking a dip in the water because I was sweating at work."

Morinaga-san approached me looking like that.

Yoshino: "Erm....where are the others?"

Morinaga: "We decided to take a break a while ago."

Yoshino: "Um, Morinaga-san...if you could...wear your kimono back on...?"

Morinaga: "Why? You have already seen me like this last night. Are still embarrassed? No wait,.....You're embarrassed because you saw me like this last night, isn't it?"

Morinaga-san bent down lightly and looked into my eyes, and my cheeks heated up.

Yoshino: "Nn..Don't tease me....."

Morinaga: "Sorry, I must have hit the nail on the head."

Morinaga-san's smile deepens as I look away, unable to bear my embarrassment.

Morinaga: "You're so cute."

He looked at me with his sweet, lechery eyes and my heart clenched.

(But....I'm at the mercy of Morinaga-san all the time.)

I have only recently fallen in love with him, and I am swept away by the little antics of the more mature Morinaga-san.

Morinaga: "There's nothing wrong in having a shy face, but it's lonely when you look away so much."

Taking both my hands, Morinaga-san let me hook them around his neck, wondering what I was thinking.

(Wh-Whaa...this position?)

Morinaga: "You looked me right in the eye last night, didn't you? It was lovely to see you begging for it, .....but I don't think I'll see it again today."

Yoshino: "Mm...."

A thick-skinned finger flicked my lips, causing a slight sensation of pleasure.

Morinaga-san's face comes to me as if he was enjoying seeing me blushing....

We kissed,....a soft tongue crept through the opening to gently pamper my mouth.

Yoshino: "Hmm....ah..."

Morinaga: "At last a voice that sounds familiar..."

(Mm....I don't know, but it's like he's trying to revive the last night's memories...)

Morinaga-san embraces my waist with his big hands and melts me with his mouth.

In between, his hands start to trace my legs from my waist, reminding me of how he touched me last night.

From my toes to my head, I felt a sweet sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

Yoshino: "Haa.....No, Morinaga-san. Someone...might see us...."

Morinaga: "How can I stop, when you make that lovely face? You're such a sly, first, you make that face, and then you won't even let me play."

Yoshino: "What do....you mean by 'play'?"

Morinaga: "Play with you, of course."

Yoshino: "No. Not now....!"

I shouted and pressed the package against his chest and Morinaga-san chuckled.

Yoshino: "Are you teasing me....?"

Morinaga: "No,..... it's just that you're so comfortable with me that I got carried away."

(.....Mm)

A gentle but dangerous flame of greed burned in his eyes, which were drawn back by a pleasant smile.

As soon as I realized this, we kissed again.

Samurai 1: "Morinaga-sama! We're back!"

(.....!?)

Samurai 1: "Huh, I don't see Morinaga-sama."

Samurai 2: "Maybe he had gone somewhere?"

(Everyone is back....!)

A voice from the other side of the stage made me instantly impatient.

They are nice people who are happy to see us together, but there is no way I can show them this.

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, they are all here. Let go now...."

I try to pull away, but the hand on my hip doesn't budge.

Morinaga: "Heh, are you sure you wanna go in front of other men with that face?"

Yoshino: "Mm....."

The back of his fingers brushed my cheek, kindling another sweet tingle.

Morinaga: "Teary eyes, blushing face.... I'm the only one allowed to see you like this. Isn't that right?"

Yoshino: ".....Y-Yes..."

Morinaga: "Yeah, good girl."

Satisfied with my reply, Morinaga-san comes closer and rubs the tip of our noses together....

When I had my fill of hidden kisses, the package I had to deliver was gently taken away.

Morinaga: "I'll deliver this. If they see you right now, I'll be jealous. Thank you, and be careful on your way back."

Yoshino: "Ah....."

(---Let's run.)

Even my breath is hot and I feel a little embarrassed again.

(Alas! What a sly person.......... who only makes me throb.)

.................

One day after that-----

Merchant 1: "Did you hear? There's going to be a big raffle at the festival, and everyone gets to draw once."

(Heh, I see.)

I came to the town to sell medicine and listened to the voices I heard.

But then----

Merchant 1: "And the raffle! The first prize is the right to have one wish granted by Morinaga-sama."

(Ehh?)

Merchant 2: "Is that so? Well, then we'll have our roof repaired."

Kids: "We want Morinaga-san to play with us!"

Merchant 3: "Hmmm, maybe I'll have a lesson in the art of gambling then."

(Hehe. There are many kinds of wishes.)

I smile as people talk happily about the festival.

Woman: "Really!, then, that I should invite Morinaga-sama on a date."

(....!?)

Merchant 1: "Well, maybe you will surely get your way with him! Now we'll all be participating in the raffle anyway!"

(No no no no.....whaa?)

I could no longer listen to their excited laughter with any sense of calm.

(Is it possible that Morinaga-san will go on a date with other women....?)

....................

Morinaga: "Ohhh, so I'm the prize. I've been a winner but never been a prize before."

Yoshino: "What do you mean, you didn't know?"

When I asked him about it after returning to the Imperial Palace, he gave me a very relaxed response.

Kagetoki: "You're very popular with people. It's going to be a lot of fun, isn't it?"

Morinaga: "I'm not sure if that was your idea, Kagetoki, I don't mind, though. But at the very least, you should have informed me about this. Yoritomo-sama, entrust this to me, you know?"

Kagetoki: "It's not going to change anything. It's up to you to make it happen."

Morinaga: "That's true."

As Morinaga-san pondered this, my concern deepened.

(.....I'm sure it's a good event, as the aim is to provide fun for the people of the town.)

(But what if Morinaga-san goes on to date with the person who drew the first prize...!)

...................

After Morinaga-san and Kagetoki-san had gone, I gave a small shrug of my shoulders.

(I don't want Morinaga-san to go on a date with....any other woman.)

Shigehira: "Yoshino-san, what are you doing here?"

Yoshino: "! Shigehira-kun."

When I expressed my concerns to Shigehira-kun, who said he would listen to me, he looked at me in dismay.

Shigehira: "Oh, dear! That's what you're worried about?"

Yoshino: "Yeah!"

Shigehira: "It's certainly possible that a woman with such hopes could win first prize."

(Mmmmm....)

Shigehira: "But I don't think he's going to take it very well with you around. I think you should talk to him directly, not me."

Shigehira: "----You guys are in love, right?"

Yoshino: "....! Thank you, Shigehira-kun."

(It's nice to have straightforward encouragement at a time like this.)

(Okay. Let's talk to Morinaga-san about this later.)

.................

But Morinaga-san was always busy, and time went by without him having a chance.

(Hmmm, what to do....)

The day before the festival, I was returning from the city to the palace with a troubled mind.

(Oh, I can hear some voices....)

(Morinaga-san must be rehearsing for his festival.)

I stopped to look around and a shrine happened to catch my eye.

(I'm not sure if I'll be able to see him today... can I ask God for help?)

I put my hands together, closed my eyes, and breathe.

(I have one wish....-----)

(May I win the first prize in tomorrow’s raffle!)

Morinaga: "You look very serious. Is something bothering you?"

Yoshino: "Ah, Morinaga-san.....!?"

Morinaga: "Hey. It's been a while since I've seen our face properly."

I looked up at the familiar voice and saw Morinaga-san standing right next to me.

Yoshino: "What are you doing here? I thought you were practicing?"

Morinaga: "Right. We were just about to wrap up. I was just about to join you. But what's wrong with you? It seems like you're asking God for help."

(Okay....there's no better opportunity than now.)

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, I have something to talk about. Can I have some of your time?"

Morinaga: "Talk? About what?"

Yoshino: "If it's a bother then----"

Morinaga: "Not at all. You're always welcome to talk to me. Then come to my house tonight. It's been a while since we've spent any time together."

Yoshino: "Yes....!"

(I only got my promise. Thank you god.)

.........

Thus, I was invited to visit Morinaga-san in his room....

I went to the house at a time when the practice would be over and was immediately shown into Morinaga-san's room.

(Hmm. I don't think he's home yet....)

I relaxed my shoulders and looked around.

As I was wondering how I was going to start the conversation----

I heard someone's footsteps walking towards me.

Morinaga: "Here you are. Have I kept you waiting long?"

(Ah.....!)

Yoshino: "No, I just arrived...."

No sooner had I said this than Morinaga-san sat down in front of me.

Morinaga: "Come here."

(Ehh!)

He lifts me up by my waist and placed me on his lap.

Morinaga: "What do you wanna talk about? Let me hear it."

(Like this....!?)

This position, straddling on Morinaga-san's lap and resting my weight on them is too embarrassing.

But the hands that pulled me down to my waist wouldn’t allow me to move away.

Morinaga: "I'm getting a bit tired after all the work we've been doing for the festival. It wouldn't hurt to get a little energy from my own little girl for a night, would it?"

(That's a little.....)

My heart fluttered as I realized that the eyes staring at me had long since reached a fever pitch.

Morinaga: "Hey, can I kiss you?"

Yoshino: "....... Yes."

His slightly rough, masculine lips press softly against mine.

(Mm.....)

I haven't had the sensation of a moist, repeated kiss for days.

The feeling makes us breathless, and we lose ourselves in each other.

(Oh, my hands....)

I felt a gentle nudge of the leg that had been straddling my thigh, and the pit of my stomach slowly....melted.

The finger that entered through the hem of the kimono traced up my inner thigh as if it had seen through it.

(Ah-----no!)

I wondered at his hand, which had stopped just before touching my fragile part, and met his eyes, which narrowed happily.

Morinaga: "...I think I'd better go on from here after I've heard all your troubles. What's the matter?"

(Ngh....)

Yoshino: "Not fair....Morinaga-san..."

(You stopped it on purpose....!)

I looked at Morinaga-san, in tears and he smiles back at me.

Morinaga: "Don't get me wrong. You see, if I don't ask you now, I won't have the chance to ask later."

(Hm...Mm....)

The hand that had been touching my waist, started stroking lovingly, and I couldn't help but rock my hips unintentionally.

Yoshino: "This is....embarrassing..."

Morinaga: "Well then...

(Oh, I'm still at his mercy....)

Embarrassed, I finally gave up.

I started talking about how I was worried after hearing that anyone could be the winner in the raffle, and the winner could ask on a date with Morinaga-san.

I also revealed that I asked God to let me win the first prize.

Morinaga: "You're really cute."

Yoshino:"...Don't laugh."

Morinaga: "I'm not teasing you. I'm just really happy."

Morinaga-san stroked my cheek and my eyes softened....

Morinaga: "But Yoshino, in such case, you should turn to me, not to God. Because it's my job, not anyone's, to grant your request."

(Morinaga-san....)

Morinaga: "And don't worry. If someone asks me to do something like that, I'll let him off with a no. I know it's a bit unfair, but I'm not saying I'll not do anything. I've already got the most important woman in the world, it's only natural, right?"

(Nn....)

The sweetness of his voice as he says it gently makes my heart tighten.

Yoshino: "So I'm the only one who can go out with Morinaga-an, right....?"

Morinaga: "Of course. And going on a date... You're the only person I'd want to do these kinds of things with."

I repeated his words in a low voice and hugged Morinaga-san, tightly.

(That's great.... I told Morinaga-san and in no time I had nothing but happy feelings.)

Morinaga: "...Did I reassure you a little?"

Yoshino: "Yes, thank you! This way, even if I don't win the first prize I won't be jealous of anyone else. Maybe I won't even have to draw lots at all."

Morinaga: "You're of those people who lives in Kamakura, so you have the right to draw. The pride of the Kamakura Shogunate, it's the best thing that's happened all summer. Come and try it for yourself."

Yoshino: "Sure. I'll try it to test out my luck."

I replied with a smile-- and Morinaga-san suddenly looked into my eyes.

Morinaga: "....Yoshino. What do you want me to do if you win the first prize? What's your wish?"

Yoshino: "Well....I'd like to enjoy our time together. Morinaga-san, you're always surrounded by so many people. So I will ask you to let me have you all to myself."

Morinaga-san laughed aloud.

Morinaga: "I hope you’ll really wish that when you win."

...............

On the day of the festival---

(Wow, what a busy street.)

The town, decorated with festive decorations, was crowded with spectators.

On a special stage, Morinaga-san and his friends were just finishing their performance.

Samurai 1: "Ah! Morinaga-sama, Yoshino-san is here."

Yoshino: "Morinaga-san, Thank you for your hard work."

Morinaga: "Yeah.....!"

Looking back at him, Morinaga-san's eyes widened and then he immediately smiled.

Morinaga: "My god, you tied your hair up today. It's nice and cool. It suits you. Oh, by the way, did you draw the raffle? It's about to close."

Yoshino: "About that...."

Samurai 2: "You're just in time. Go on, take one."

When I picked up one from the raffle boxes offered to me, I was a little nervous.

(But I'm fine.)

I looked up at Morinaga-san and his kind, narrowed eyes reassured me.

Samurai 1: “Um.... Actually, we’re sorry.”

Yoshino: “Huh? What for?”

Surprised by the sudden apology, a few of the people swept their eyes apologetically.

Samurai 1: “We were there when Morinaga-sama was planned to be the first prize for the raffle.”

Samurai 2: “Later we realized that if a woman who liked Morinaga-sama drew the first prize, what would she wish for.... You guys have just recently started dating, and we should have stopped them.”

Samurai 3: “But this one time we couldn’t. But we support Morinaga-sama and Yoshino-san from the bottom of our hearts!”

(Eh)

Standing next to me, Morinaga-san laughs out loud,

Morinaga: “Thank you for worrying about me. But that’s okay. I’ve already talked to Yoshino about it, right?”

Yoshino: “Yes!”

Samurai: “! What.....”

Morinaga-san and I chuckled, though we apologized for the puzzled looks on everyone’s faces.

Morinaga: “Well, I’d better get ready for the result announcement. Will you come to see the results?”

Yoshino: “Yes! I want to see if I win the first prize!”

Morinaga: “I’m looking forward to it too. Win the first prize and keep me to yourself.”

As the sun went down, the excitement of the festival covered the town of Kamakura.

Morinaga: “Well, here we go! It’s time for the Kamakura summer lottery, which our main attraction.”

(Finally....!)

The festival site was the most exciting place of the day.

Thanks to the support of the Shogunate, the prizes are all very generous.

(We all want to be challenged, don’t we?)

Many people who have won the raffle were happy with their prizes, while some were disappointed.

The tension and excitement grew with each successive announcement of the third and second prizes.

Morinaga: “And now, for the most awaited one! The first prize! I’ll grant the person who wins first prize, one wish. You can ask me any favor you want...-----”

Premium END // Epilogue

I loved it! I loved every bit of this story. So who do you think will win? Will it be Yoshino? or some random woman? or a kid? or Yoritomo-sama?.....you’re all free to guess.

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twilight-love-nochu · 4 years

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Secrets kept & unpaid Bills | myg

⇴ pairing: Suga x Reader

⇴ genre: tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff

⇴ summary: Y/N has some unpaid bills but she keeps it from Yoongi because she doesn’t want him to think that she is in the relationship for his money, causing some conflicts between the two lovers.

⇴ warnings: financial problems; mention of arguments

⇴ tagging: @yoongisqueenn

⇴ notes: I am so unbelievably sorry that this took so long to write. I had so much to do for school and honestly I was also a bit lazy not going to lie hehe sorryyyy. Hope this is good enough and close to what you expected, thank you for your recommendation!! xx

⇴ word count: 2.1k

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You were running around in your house rushing to get ready for your date with your boyfriend Yoongi who was going to be here in approximately half an hour. If you learnt one thing about him in the 5 months of your relationship, it was that Yoongi was never, and I mean never, late. Don’t get me wrong, his habit of punctuality was a real blessing most of the time, but at other times, like today, where you really needed an extra 30 minutes, it could also be a real curse.

You didn’t actually mean to be this late and it’s not like you had been loafing around and procrastinating all day. Actually, today you had to attend your 3-hour lesson at university this morning, then work at your part-time job at the university’s library and then rush to your other part-time job at the restaurant. You had scheduled your date with Yoongi so that you had enough time to get home after your shift and get ready but your colleague chose this exact day to come in late so you had to stay 45 minutes longer until she got there. Needless to say you loved your job.

“Why don’t you just quit?” You may ask. Well simply because you needed the money. Your family wasn’t the richest and since you were fourth out of five children and your parents already had to pay for your siblings university tuitions, food, appartements and other necessities not much money was left for you. So you had to finance most of those things yourself. You had found two jobs that you had to juggle between. The two jobs barely even gave you the money you needed but there unfortunately are not enough hours in a day for you to get another job. And honestly your nerves would not have kept up with that either.

This month you were particularly stressed: your parents couldn’t send you the money for your food like they usually do so you had to pay for it yourself. Because that, you didn’t have enough money to pay your rent for the month and had yet to figure out how you would come up with the money to pay the bills laying on the coffee table of your living room.

Anyway, at the moment the only thing you had in mind was being ready in time. You dashed into your bathroom to take a quick shower. Your clothes hit the floor and you made your way into the shower. Warm water hit your naked shoulders trying to wash all the stress from the day away but you barely had time to register it as you started shampooing your hair in a hurry.

About five minutes later you walked out of the shower refreshed, dried yourself and took out your hair dryer. Usually you would have let your hair dry naturally since you found it gave you less frizz but you didn’t have any time for that at the moment, so you settled with using the dryer and putting your hair in a slick bun.

Just as you finished your hair style- which took you 20 too long minutes- and hurried into your room to dress and put some makeup on, you heard the front door unlock. It was most probably your boyfriend whom you had given a spear key to your appartement to.

“Darling? I’m here.” Your expected guest called. You peeked your head outside your bedroom door to see him taking his shoes of by the entrance.

“I’m sorry Yoongi, give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready, yeah?” You sighed, feeling a guilty to make him wait.

“It’s okay” he smiled that smile that always gave you butterflies as he saw you “ I came a bit earlier anyway. Take your time.” You smiled in return and went back into your bedroom. Your boyfriend was always the sweetest.

Yoongi decided to wait for you on the couch. To say that he was excited for your date was an understatement. Lately, you two hadn’t been seeing each other much and he missed you quite a lot. He did try to call you and go on meet with you but you would never pick up the phone and always cancel, saying you were busy but you never told him what you were doing, as many times as he asked. As any person would, he started to have some doubts about you but quickly came to senses, knowing that cheating was something you would never do as you cherished trust and faithfulness very much. He trusted you. Still he wanted to know why you would avoid him. So one day, he went to your apartment to get answers but it didn’t work very well. You two ended up having your first big fight and on top of that he didn’t even get the answers he was looking for. But you two talked it out and ended up scheduling a date because he felt bad for starting a fight and you felt bad for always letting him down.

Still you didn’t want to tell him that the reason you had no time for him was because you were busy working. Yoongi didn’t know about your financial problems and you honestly didn’t want him to find out. Not because you were embarrassed- well maybe a little to be honest- but because you knew your boyfriend and you knew he was going to want to help and pay for everything because that is just how caring and kind Yoongi is. You, on the other hand, didn’t want him to do so because you were an independent (and prideful) woman who would not depend on any man- except maybe her father- and on top of that you always felt bad when someone spent money on you no matter if it was only for a sandwich, so spending so much was out of the question. Therefore you deemed it better not to tell your boyfriend about your problems. But little did you know that said boyfriend was going through the bills laying on your coffee table.

You walked out of your bedroom finally done and made you way into you living room and now stood at the entrance with Yoongi’s back to you“ Sorry for the wait, babe. I’m ready now, we can go.” Yoongi didn’t answer seemingly concentrated on something. Frowning you walked over to him. “ Babe? Wh-“ You froze as you got close enough to catch a glimpse of what was taking up his whole attention. Your bills.

Only then does he lift his gaze up to you. “Y/N what are these?” Shit. You didn’t know what to say. You knew he was going to find out eventually but you were planning on telling him one day and you did not wxpwct him to find out like that. What were you supposed to do now?

“Why didn’t you pay your rent Y/N? Are you having money problems?” You stood there helpless, not knowing what to say to him nor how to explain to him why you never told him about your problems. “Are you going to answer me?”

One thing that kind of irritated you with Yoongi was his poker face. You could never tell what he was feeling or thinking if he didn’t actually tell you. So right now you weren’t sure if he was mad or upset or concerned which made you quite anxious as you didn’t know how exactly you should approach the situation.

After a moment you took a deep breath and sat down on the couch close to your boyfriend but still leaving a little bit of space between you two. “ Yes I’m having money problems. My parents can’t afford to pay for my tuition and rent so I’m usually the one who pays for that. That’s why I’m always busy, I have to work two jobs to afford everything. Anyways this month my parents couldn’t send me money for food and necessities like they usually do, so I had to pay for that myself, which is why I now don’t have enough money for my rent. I’m sorry I never told you this before.” By the end of this your voice was shaking and tears were building up in your eyes-though you tried desperately to blink them away- as you finally let all the stress for your busy and problem-filled life out. You never actually complained about your life, but you were still young and obviously you just wanted to see your boyfriend, hang out with your friends or just chill at home, but you couldn’t afford to do any of those things.

Yoongi just sat there and silent with an ever so stoic look on his face, which did not do anything to help your nerves. After a moment he finally expressed himself. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me. I thought we were both taking this relationship serious.” Now you weren’t so sure if you were happy about him responding.

“I am! I swea-”

“Well apparently not because you didn’t trust me enough to tell me something so important.” You could hear the pain through is harsh words. It wreaked you. You didn’t mean to hurt him like that.

“Please don’t say that, baby. You know I trust you.” At this point you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You turned your

“Then why didn’t you tell me Y/N? I just don’t understand. This is obviously to much for you and I could have helped you, you know that.”

“Yes I know, and that’s the problem, Yoongi. I don’t want you to spend money on me. I know you only want to help but it just make me uncomfortable. It makes me feel like a gold digger and I don’t want you to think that I’m only with you for you money because I’m not.” You couldn’t help the crack in your voice nor the tears streaming down your face.

That’s when Yoongi finally turned to you and sighed. He lifted his hand up to your face and and carefully wiped your tears away, though fresh ones came to replace the old ones.

“Darling. Look at me.” He gently lifted your chin up. “I’m your boyfriend, if I don’t help you, if I’m not here for you, then what’s my purpose?” He said with a chuckle “And you don’t have to worry about me thinking of you as a gold digger because I won’t. Plus if I’m the one who is offering it to you there is no reason to worry about it. And please don’t feel bad about me spending money on you. We’re a team anyway. What’s mine is yours, okay?”

“But-”

“So I will help you out, at least for this month, even if you don’t want me to. Because first off I can’t see you suffer like that without doing anything and second of all helping you would mean you not having to work two jobs anymore, which would also mean, you having more time for me.” He ended with a smirk, pulling you closer to him.

You giggled “Even if you help me out, I’ll still to keep my jobs because I’m definitely paying you back, no arguing about that.” You gave him Eskimo kisses.

“Well then I could get you a job at BigHit, I heard there’s a shortage of staff. Or even better: you could come live with me.” You laughed out loud. A playful grin showed up on your boyfriend’s handsome face.

“Live with you and the boys? And we’re will I go if you Film something at the dorms? And honestly I don’t think there is enough space in there.” You snuggled closer to his chest.

“True. But I meant the first one though. I can a really find you a job at the company. That way you can pay me back-even though you don’t have to- and we can see each other more often.” Honestly that wasn’t even a bad idea.

“You know what? I could try to get a job there but I want to do that entirely on my own.” You knew why the outcome of Yoongi getting the job for you would be. Having to face gossiping and bad-mouthing from your colleagues and you weren’t up for that.

“An Independent Queen.” He sighed and kissed your temple.

“That’s how I am.” You shrugged with a smile and pecked your lover’s lips.

“I’m really sorry I kept this from you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You looked into his dark eyes, showing him your sincerity.

“I know, but the date will make up for the hurt. By the way you look beautiful baby.”

“Well I hope so, you don’t even know how hard it was getting ready in 2x speed.” You laughed as you got up, pulling your man up at the same time to get going.

“Promise me that the next time you have a problem,you will come to me?” Yoongi stopped you from making your way towards the front door.

“Promise.”

#bts #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts suga #bts yoongi #kpop scenarios #bts angst #bts fluff #bangtan #bangtan scenarios #bangtan fics

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Important Note: This is a fic I've written for @/tsukino-project blog using my old account @/sukinamonodesu. I'm reuploading my old works here under the tag #my fic.

Originally uploaded on 7.14.18.

“Uhm… This is an amusement park, right? Why are we here?” [F/n] asked looking around the wide park. She’d been asked by Akane to accompany him somewhere, and since it’s her day off, she agreed nonchalantly without asking anything else.

“Well, you said you haven’t gone to one in a long time, so I’ve decided to bring you here.” Akane grinned.

“Hehe… Thank you so much!” [F/n] enthusiastically hug Akane.

“You’re welcome.” Akane answered as calmly as he could despite his heart pounding a mile per minute. Smiling to hide his embarrassment.

*Whistle*

Hearing the whistle, Akane hold [F/n] at arm’s length and immediately look around. From the incoming crowd to the groups lounging on the sides waiting for their turns on a specific ride. Nothing.

“What’s wrong?” A confused [F/n] asks. Worried that it might be a paparazzi or something.

Shaking his head, Akane laughs trying to ease [F/n]’s worries. “I thought I heard Haru-pyon. It must’ve been only my imagination.”

Both looking around once more and not finding a semblance of Haruhi anywhere, they decided to just forget the whole matter and move on.

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Deciding on their first attraction – a 4D shooting game, Akane was shocked that [F/n] proved to be quite skilled with guns. Easily swiping the first place among all the players, which happened to be all males – including the 3 awkwardly masked ones.

With his plan of trying to look cool in front of her being unsuccessful, he suggested going to the haunted house next.

“Are you sure you’re okay, [F/n]?” Akane glanced to his side, eyeing [F/n]’s profile.

Humming, [F/n] just nodded, even seeming amazed with how realistic everything was. The way the floor creaks, the fog surrounding the place, the placement of each and every decorations, the quite disturbing and eerie laughters, the timing of every apparitions and all the other stuff. Even knowing they’re not real, Akane can’t help getting goosebumps. He needs to be tougher. Maybe he should train more along with the other members. Not to mention the screeching he kept hearing from time to time behind them seems awfully familiar.

“That was amazing!” [F/n] exclaimed immediately after they left the haunted house, which made Akane laugh. It seems [F/n] is unlike any other girls.

They then decide to go for a myriad of other attractions, from riding a carriage on a carousel; pedalling a swan boat to the tunnels of love; going round and round on spinning teacups and to feeling the cool breeze with the wave swinger before deciding to take a tiny break to refresh themselves.

Though thankful that they’ve only been going to the moderate rides, [F/n] still can’t ignore the gnawing feeling that Akane is intentionally avoiding the extreme rides in consideration of her.

Trying to be courageous despite her insecurities, [F/n] hugged Akane’s arm and pointed at the roller coaster. “Let’s try that one next.”

Shocked to say the least, Akane blurted out his confusion, “Aren’t you not good with heights?” Only realizing what he had said when he saw [F/n] pouts.

“So, it really is because of me…” [F/n] looked crestfallen. Though she admits she have a bit of a problem with the height and speed of the extreme rides, but it’s not like she’s adverse with the idea of riding one.

“No, it’s… I’m sorry.” Akane apologized. He was trying to be considerate of her yet he forgot to consider what she’ll feel about it. Knowing [F/n], she really wouldn’t want anyone to hold themselves back just because of her.

Trying to lighten the mood, Akane grinned. “Then let’s hold hands and scream our hearts out!”

Satisfied and touched by Akane’s proposal, [F/n] returns the grin happily and gently laid her hands on top of Akane’s outstretched ones.

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Waiting-in-line was one thing, being on the highest peak of the roller coaster waiting for the downward dive is another. And they’re not even at the upside-down part yet. With trepidation setting in, [F/n] can’t help but feel really helpless.

Trying to somehow calm herself and strengthen her resolve, [F/n] tried to breathe deeply. After all, she couldn’t possibly back out now, and it had been her decision to ride it in the first place. But her anxiety only keep on escalating with no end in sight.

Focusing on the clear blue sky instead, [F/n] was a bit surprised when someone gave the back of her hand, which had a death grip on the safety belt, a gentle yet reassuring squeeze. Looking at the warm hand and to the one it belonged to, [F/n] saw Akane grin. Gently reminding her of his proposal just a while ago.

Let’s hold hands and scream our hearts out!

Hands intertwined with each other all the while screaming their hearts out was strangely invigorating. It was something [F/n] had never experienced before and was therefore glad she had taken the chance. Even with both feet touching the ground, [F/n] still felt as if she’s still soaring through the sky. Who would’ve thought that being with the right person will actually make a plethora of difference. Enveloped in a blissful state, [F/n] unconsciously tightens her hold of Akane’s hand.

Akane alarmed by [F/n]’s hold on his hand tightening and her sudden silence, peeked at [F/n] thinking of the worst but was left shocked speechless in seeing her serene and blissful appearance.

[F/n] noticing Akane’s blatant staring, looked straight back at him all the while presenting Akane her full-blown smile. A smile that conveys both her happiness for being able to overcome her fears and gratefulness that Akane was the one by her side.

Elated with the fact that [F/n] not only enjoyed the roller coaster ride but also seemed to have overcome her fear, Akane can’t help but to grin from ear to ear.

Proceeding to all the extreme rides they’ve missed out earlier, they’ve started with the swinging Viking’s ship then the raging water rapids, the drop tower and everything else. Ultimately saving the best for last – the ferris wheel.

Getting to the highest point, they were gently welcomed by the magnificent view of the sunset slowly enveloping the entirety of the park with a warm orange glow. It was a soft reminder of how magical their day had been.

Sitting side by side in an enclosed space, high above the surface, enjoying the enchanting view together, [F/n] tightens her hold of Akane’s hand just as Akane’s own did as well. Surprised, they both turn to look at each other all the while laughing at the very much welcomed coincidence.

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“Ugh… I feel sick…”

“Ugh…”

“Are you two okay?”

“Here’s water, Yuduki-kun.” [F/n] offered, handing two cool water bottles to Yuduki.

“Thank you, [F/n]-san. – ” Yuduki abruptly stopped. Only to calmly continue with “So, we’ve been found out.”

“You three really… And I even told you not to follow me.” Akane reminded sternly. “Miroku?”

“I tried to stop them.” Miroku unabashedly defended himself. Poker face set even as he seems to be a little bit pale himself.

“ – !! Traitor!” Haruhi yelled. Stopping as another wave of nausea swept over him. “Ugh… This is bad…”

Looking at the pitiful state of his members then back at the unruffled appearance of [F/n], Akane decided. “Okay! We’re going to train harder from now on! We can’t afford to lose to [F/n]!”

Shocked by Akane’s declaration, Miroku went rigid while Yuduki freeze in the middle of gently patting Haruhi’s back. And Haruhi could only groan – as if his nausea wasn’t already enough of a punishment.

Watching them together like this, [F/n] can’t help but be envious of their close bond. But at the same time, she can’t help but also laugh at how cute they’re being.

Hearing [F/n]’s joyous laugh, the four surreptitiously glanced at each other before joining in as well.

Akane who looked straight at [F/n], held her hand and pulled her closer. Welcoming her to the group with his childish grin.

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easypeasybreezy · 5 years

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Ch 3- Alpha and Omega

Words- 2563

Rating- M

Summary- Sam and Gabriel figure things out, then Gabriel goes into heat.

Tags/Warnings- This chapter earns the rating! Alpha!Sam, Omega!Gabriel, heats, very brief mention of mpreg, implied/mentioned sexual content, language, general meta-ness.

Today’s Sabriel week prompt was Alpha/Beta/Omega. Thank you to @warlockwriter for the beta, hehe :)

Read on Ao3 here ~

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Gabriel woke up curled up next to Sam, their legs tangled together. Yesterday, well, he was a bit of a mess. Losing his grace wasn’t easy on him. If it wasn’t for Sam, he didn’t know what would have happened. Sam had kissed him! His Sam…

He smiled, burying his face deep into Sam’s neck and breathing in his scent. He froze, then breathed again. This- this wasn’t normal. Sam smelled like… cedar wood, and the pages of a new book. Plus, was that peppermint? For some reason, Gabriel found the smell to be intoxicating. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his nose against Sam’s neck and breathing in deeply, again and again.

Sam stirred. “Mmm, Gabe, what are you-” He stopped, shifting his legs around Gabriel’s. “My leg is better.”

“That’s good,” said Gabriel from Sam’s neck, his voice muffled.

Sam extracted himself from Gabriel, causing him to whine, and turned over to face him. He pulled Gabriel’s head towards him, placing a kiss on top, then took a deep breath. “Oh my god, that smells so good.”

“Right, like wood and peppermint.”

Sam moved back from Gabriel, furrowing his brows. “No, that’s not what I smell. I smell uh, dark chocolate- and orange. There’s something else too that I can’t describe. More like, a feeling, like home.”

Gabriel frowned slightly. “Are you smelling me then?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.”

“And you’re telling me I smell like a Terry's chocolate orange,” he deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.

“Er, yes,” Sam answered sheepishly, then sat up in the bed. His mouth dropped open. “Gabriel, this isn’t my bed. This isn’t my room.”

Gabriel followed him up, observing the room. It looked like a normal master bedroom in a house, with dressers, nightstands, and a window with the blinds down. They were sitting in a large bed with fluffy blue sheets, not the just barely large enough bed Sam had in the bunker. He then looked down at his bare chest. “Sam, you didn’t happen to uh, undress me while I was asleep, did you?”

“What? No, of course not!” Sam replied, noticing that the sweatpants and t-shirt he had worn to sleep were gone as well, and he was left in boxers.

Before they could question more, Sam’s cell phone rang from on top the nightstand. “It’s Cas,” he said to Gabriel before answering the phone and putting it on speaker. “Cas! Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Sam, just at home with Dean,” came the slightly confused answer. “I called to see how my brother is doing.”

“I’m here bro, doing just peachy,” Gabriel leaned over to talk.

“Good, well, make sure to stay hydrated during your heat. Hopefully this time you will be blessed with pups.”

“Uhh,” Gabriel didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Good luck you two. Goodbye.”

The phone clicked, signaling that Cas had ended the call. Sam and Gabriel sat in silence, taking in everything that had been said.

Finally, Gabriel spoke up. “Ok, there were so many things wrong with that conversation, but first off, that wasn’t our Cas.”

“No, no. definitely not. And,” Sam hesitated before continuing, “I think I know what’s going on here.”

Gabe started to fan himself. It was getting a bit hot. “Please, enlighten me.”

Sam looked a little embarrassed. “Well, you know the supernatural books that Chuck wrote?”

“Everyone knows those. Dad’s favorite creation probably.”

“Right, well. I uhh, did a little bit of research on the fanbase a while ago. They write these… stories based on the books.”

“I know what fanfiction is,” then Gabriel paused, realizing where Sam was going. “Oh fuck.”

“He’s making us live these scenarios! Remember, he said we could try someone else’s writing? And he said he would borrow your ideas.”

Gabriel was sweating. “So you’re saying he’s doing TV Land but with Supernatural fanfiction? Shit, shit.”

“Yesterday was just a generic, getting hurt taking care of each other thing. So, based on the fic I’ve, researched, right now we’re in a…” Sam looked to the side, almost like he was afraid to go on. Gabriel was impatient waiting for him to continue, but deep down he knew what was coming. “We’re in an alpha beta omega fic.”

Gabriel threw his head back with a groan. “As much as I wanna make fun of you for knowing about that Sam, there’s a more important issue. I realllly don’t want to go into heat right now.”

“Oh?” Sam asked, a bit surprised. Gabriel glared at him. “Well, I don’t know, I thought you might be into it.”

“Sure Sam, maybe when we’re not being controlled and watched by my dad, I would be into some weird as fuck sex.”

“Right, of course,” he replied, nodding. “Anyways, maybe there’s some medicine you can take to stop it. I think I read something like that before.”

They climbed out of bed and got dressed in a hurry. Thankfully the clothes in the dressers were their size. Sam’s scent was starting to get distracting to Gabriel, and it looked like Sam was starting to breathe through his mouth. They tore apart the bathroom and found a bottle of pills labeled scent blockers in the medicine cabinet.

Sam took the bottle and immediately downed two pills.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him, reaching for the bottle.

“Sorry, it’s just, you were getting to be a lot,” Sam explained, then he frowned at the bottle. “Why isn’t it working?”

Gabriel chuckled before taking the pills himself. “They block your smell, Sam. Now that I took some it should go away.” He already couldn’t smell Sam, so it shouldn’t take long for him either.

Sam gave him an embarrassed look then took a deep breath. He visibly relaxed. “You’re right, the smell is gone now.”

After that they continued their search with more focus but couldn’t find anything to stop Gabriel’s heat. They ended up in the living room, Gabriel laying down on the couch and Sam in a chair with a laptop open. The TV was on some random cooking show.

“So I did some research,” started Sam.

“Uh huh.”

“I found out we’re in Lawrence, Kansas. Of course,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It looks like I can get something to stop your heat pretty easily over the counter. There’s a drug store ten minutes away.”

“Then go,” groaned Gabriel. He was getting hotter and hotter, and he didn’t want to know what would happen next.

“Yeah, just, hold on,” he went into the kitchen, then Gabriel could hear water running. He came back with a glass of water and a wet towel. “Stay here,” he said, putting the cloth on Gabe’s forehead and the class on the side table. “Drink that if you can, I’ll be back soon.”

The wet cloth was a cool relief against Gabriel’s head. “Yes sir,” he said weakly with a grin. Sam smiled and left the house.

Gabriel took a couple of sips of water and fell back down on the couch. This sucked. This really fucking sucked. He didn’t have his powers, he was going into heat, and Sam had left him alone. Wait, Sam leaving him should not bother him that much. Omega stuff was bullshit. The towel on Gabriel’s forehead grew warm and gross, and he threw it off to the side. He needed Sam.

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Sam’s trip to the store was uneventful, and thankfully he was able to buy the medicine with no problem. For some reason, he felt bad about leaving Gabe alone, and he may have sped a little on the way back. It didn’t really make sense though- Gabriel could take care of himself, he would be fine. Still, Sam was antsy and returned to the house in just over half an hour.

When he stepped through the door, Sam was hit by that same chocolate orange scent. He saw Gabriel sitting on the couch panting and staring at him, his eyes open wide and pupils blown. An urge came over Sam to run to Gabriel and claim him. Sam shook his head, freeing himself from those thoughts. What was happening to him? He started to rip open the medicine packaging. “Christ Gabe, you gotta take this now.”

Gabriel blinked as Sam brought the pills over to him. “Yes, I definitely need that. Right now.” He took the pills from Sam and downed them, followed by the rest of the water. “I don’t feel any different,” he said.

Sam looked at him apologetically. “This isn’t supposed to be taken after the heat starts. It’s gonna take a little time to work.”

Gabriel flopped back onto the couch. “This is hard Sam,” he whined.

Sam picked up the cloth off the ground and grabbed the empty glass. “Believe me, I know,” he said, walking to the kitchen. He refilled the glass and refreshed the towel before returning to Gabriel. The scent coming from him was so enticing…

“Gabriel, if you want to get through this easier,” he started, placing the rag back across Gabriel’s forehead. “We could just, um, have sex?”

“No!” Gabriel exclaimed. Sam was a little shocked at that. “I mean, not that I don’t want to,” he hastily continued. “God, I really want to. Just, not like this.”

“Not like what?” Sam asked.

Gabriel groaned as a wave of something passed through him. “Not like this!” he said, gesturing his at his body and Sam’s. “Not under the influence of whatever weird shit Chuck is putting us through!”

“Ok, Gabriel. I can agree with that,” said Sam. He was somewhat touched that Gabriel felt like that. “How about I move to a different room to make things easier?”

“No. I hate when you leave, want you here.”

Sam rubbed his forehead. That wasn’t going to make things any easier. He couldn’t say no to Gabriel though. “Fine, but I’ll have to distract myself somehow.”

Gabriel just replied by grunting at him.

Sam shook his head and grabbed the laptop before sitting in the chair furthest from the couch. He opened YouTube and tried to ignore the scent and small noises coming from Gabriel.

A couple of hours went by like that. He found that if he concentrated hard enough on the computer it wasn’t that hard to control himself. He had found some information online and brought Gabriel a blanket from the bedroom, which he wrapped himself up in. It seemed to calm him down, which made things easier for Sam. He would still change the cloth on Gabriel’s forehead every once in a while, and refilled his water a couple of times. He made them sandwiches to eat, but Gabriel refused any food. However, it seemed like they would get through this without incident.

Sam was engrossed in the internet, trying to figure out if the supernatural still existed in this world, when Gabriel called out to him.

“Hnn, Sam.”

Sam didn’t hear him as he was focused on a deep web forum about ghost sightings.

“SAM!”

“What?” he called back, only half paying attention.

“I’m wet,” said Gabriel.

Sam slowly turned his head away from the computer. “Excuse me?”

“I’m fucking wet, Sam!” he complained with a groan.

Sam was confused for a second, then he remembered what he had seen online. “You mean…?”

Gabriel nodded, pointing down towards his lower body.

Sam looked away, covering his face with his hands, and started to laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Winchester!”

“I’m sorry, its just,” he started, his voice shaky, “I either laugh at the utter ridiculousness of this, or I listen to the part of me that’s finding it really fucking hot.”

Gabriel let out a strangled yelp.

“Look,” Sam said after he got himself under control, pointedly avoiding looking at Gabriel, “Would it help if you uh, took care of it yourself?”

“I thought about it. That won’t help. It won’t work without you.”

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Oh. That was not the best idea. Gabe’s scent was calling to him, begging him to make him his. He felt something stirring within him, protectiveness, possessiveness. He opened his eyes and shut the laptop, standing up and taking a step towards Gabriel.

“Listen,” his voice was rough and commanding. “If you say one more thing like that, I won't be able to hold myself back anymore, understand? So please, be quiet.”

Gabriel gulped, and nodded. Sam moved back to the chair, shocked at what he had done. Was that the alpha part coming out? He didn’t like it, and resolved to not act like that again. He opened the computer again, hoping that the medicine would kick in soon.

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Heat. Burning. Longing. Sam. Sam. Sam. Gabriel curled up on himself more, clutching on to the blanket surrounding him. Sam told him to be quiet, so he wouldn’t make a noise. It hurt. He wanted it to go away. And even though the solution to this problem was sitting fifteen feet away from him, he wasn’t going to give in. He would be with Sam on his own terms, not because his father put him in this shitty world.

Chuck. Screw him. He used to have respect for his father- more than a certain brother of his did anyway. But now he understood. Chuck never cared about him, or his siblings, or even the Winchesters. All he cared about were his stupid books and being entertained. Gabriel was done with him.

Oh? Gabriel’s symptoms had subsided while he was lost in thought. Apparently thinking about his dad had helped with that. He now felt like he did before Sam had left to get the medicine. He shifted on the couch, feeling sticky and gross. Ugh. Slowly uncurling himself, he poked his head out from under the blanket.

Sam looked over from his computer. “Gabriel? Are you feeling better? I noticed your scent went down.”

“Um, yeah,” he said, his voice weak. “I think I need a shower, and sleep. A lot of sleeping.” He sat up on the couch throwing the blanket to the side. He tried to stand up but fell right back down on the couch.

“Whoa! Let me help,” Sam said, leaping up from his chair and moving to Gabriel.

“That must have taken a lot out of me,” said Gabriel as Sam pulled him up from the couch. Sam supported him as they walked towards the bathroom. His legs were a bit shaky, but growing steadier with each step.

“Just take it easy,” advised Sam.

They reached the bathroom and Gabriel found he was strong enough to stand on his own. Sam left to get him a new set of clothes, and Gabriel stripped before getting into the shower. The water running over him felt amazing, like the remnants of his heat were being washed away. When he finished, he changed into the clothes Sam had brought, and went into the bedroom. The whole ordeal had left him dead tired.

Sam was waiting for him there. “I’m gonna take a shower and join you with sleeping,” he said. “I can’t manage to do anything else today.”

“Okay,” Gabriel yawned, then he crawled into bed. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. However, he didn’t fall asleep until a freshly showered Sam joined him under the covers twenty minutes later.

#sabriel #sabrielweek2019 #abo #my writing #:)#i tried with the tags loool

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06love · 6 years

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College Adventures! | Part 6

Jimin + Prompt: “Seriously though, I need to get fucked by somebody other than my life.”

College!AU, Hot Nerd!Jimin, Enemies to lovers, Swearing, mention of smut (future chapters)

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Rooh’s note: Yooo, this has 2k+ hehe. more notes at the end? Who knows. Sorry for the mistakes, I barely proofread this! And, English isn’t my first language. Tell me what you think? 💭 I hope you like it <3

You got up this morning feeling refreshed and relieved. Shopping with Jimin was fun and relaxed you just enough to loosen up about the exam. This morning you get ready for college and wear the piece that Jimin got you. A last check on the mirror before you exit your house, heading to college with a smile on your lips. You attended two classes in the morning and went to the cafeteria to have lunch.

“Hey there, nice ass!” Your ears catch Taehyung’s voice from distance.

“The world doesn’t need to know that, do they Taehyung?” You smiled at him. “Nice seeing you around this side of campus.”

“They already know you have a nice ass babe.” He lowered to kiss your cheek. “New jeans.” He noted while checking you out. “I like them.”

“Thanks” you smiled grabbed a tray. “Jimin got them for me.” You smirked while picking a plate with the basic meal and some fruit, heading to the tabble.

Taehyung walked behind you, with his own tray. “Jimin? Fatass Jimin?” He asked as he sat next to you.

“Don’t call him that, and yes. That Jimin.” You started eating your lunch.

“You’re the one who used to call him that all the time.” He laughed. “So, why did he buy you some tight ass jeans? He into you?”

“I don’t call him that anymore, it was a bad joke. Let it go.”

“Okay, Miss sensitive. But tell me, he’s into you?”

“I don’t know, I doubt it. He used to hate my guts until a few weeks ago. I still don’t know how he accepted to tutor me. I might just be that cute” you chuckled looking at him.

“We both know you are indeed that cute, but that’s not the point. What do you think?” He bit into his sandwich.

“I don’t know… maybe? I mean it’s hard to tell. We went through a rough path back then and now I’m not sure if I can just assume things. It’s not like he shows me he likes me or anything. Overall I think he just pities me for failing Mechanics 2 times a row.”

“Even I pity you. But buying things means something. He probably will come after something more. I don’t remember buying a girl stuff without wanting something in return.”

“Maybe he was just being nice, don’t think about it too much.” You reply and then continue into casual conversation until you see someone familiar heading your direction.

“Hey, Jimin!” You greeted, bringing Taehyung’s attention to him. “Want to sit with us?”

“I don’t mean to bother, you guys seemed to be having a nice conversation.” He smiled politely, and greeted Taehyung.

“Don’t mind it dude, it’s been a while.” Taehyung smiles back, and Jimin sat next to you. “So I heard you stole my girl a few days ago, she slept at your house.”

“Ah, yeah. We had a study section late night and she said she’d rather sleep in than taking a cab.”

“Why didn’t you offer to come on the cab with her?” You looked at Taehyung confused with his questions.

“I, uhm, didn’t think of that. I guess.” Jimin replies.

��Or was it that you wanted to make a move on her?” Taehyung smirked at the thought.

“No, no. I was just being polite and let her sleep in m-“

“Taehyung, stop it. You’re making him nervous.” You interrupted Jimin. “Don’t worry Jimin, he’s just teasing you.”

“No i’m not. Who told you I was?” He quirked an eyebrow to you.

You send him an intimidating look, signaling him to shut up, but he didn’t listen.

He looked at Jimin. “Y/N is my best friend, and before your ask, no. We don’t have feelings for each other. That has been established a long time ago, but” he paused for emphasis “Y/N is my sister, she is my responsibility and-”

“Tae, stop.” You laughed. “I’m not a kid, okay?”

“Y/N, you’ve been canceling on me for study sections for the last month, barely giving me any explanation besides ‘I gotta study with Jimin’ and this is me letting Jimin know that I’m thankful for him tutoring you but that’s it.” He switched his attention to Jimin. “If you try to make a move on her that she doesn’t want, I’ll beat the crap out of you. And I’m not joking.”

You looked startled, but not as near as Jimin. “Taehyung, what are you-“

“I love you Y/N, but I also care for you, and you can be as innocent as a door sometimes.” He looked at Jimin again. “Don’t get me wrong, you have enough of University girls talking about you as it is. I don’t believe that story Y/N told everyone 2 years ago. Ain’t no way you’re a virgin. At least 5 girls have been staring at us since you sat here. You might be all nerdy and calm, but you’re still a guy with a lot of girls on your back. So unless you’re gay, you’re also someone who will get a threat from me. I’m sure you understand.” Taehyung took a sip of his water as he waited for an answer.

Jimin nervously laughed and agreed. “I believe you had the expected attitude from an older brother. And I respect that. I’ll take that in consideration.” He swallow hard.

“See, he’s a smart guy Y/N.” Taehyung winked at you. “And I’m sure he ain’t mad. Are you Jimin?”

“No, not at all.” Jimin poorly smiled.

“I’ll be going now. I honestly can’t stand the science side of campus, too many serious faces. You should come to the arts side of campus more often babe, we miss you there. When you’re not studying with Jimin I guess.” He got up, and took your apple. “See you later?”

“I can’t, I have-“

“A study section with Jimin. Right?” He spoke unfazed.

“Sorry Tae, I’ll make it up to you. I promise. After the exam.”

Taehyung lowered his face to kiss you on the cheek, and winked at you. “Bye Jimin.” He waves as he left the cafeteria.

“Was he always this scary? Cause i remember him being all bubbly and carefree when we first met.” Jimin looked at Taehyung as he left the building.

“Well, he is still bubbly, he’s just… Taking care of me i guess. His personality switches whenever he’s around guys he thinks might be into me. But if you spend more time with him, you’ll know he’s sweet enough.” You said while trying to finish your food.

“I don’t have Economics this afternoon, what to start studying earlier? Maybe we can finish chapter 4 today.” Jimin joked.

“Oh yeah, i just need to go home and grab my books. I didn’t bring them with me.”

“Yeah, i’ll go with you. I don’t trust you going home and coming back in less than 2 hours.” He snorted.

“Fine, just tag along. Let me just finish this okay?” Jimin agreed, and he kept you company while you ate, making small talk every now and then.

As you left the cafeteria, you met with a few of your friends that seemed to stare as you and Jimin began walking next to each other. Those eyes stopped following as soon as you left campus and headed to your house.

“Make yourself at home, the kitchen is that way so if you want anything you can just grab it. Okay?” Jimin nodded after closing the entrance door. You moved towards your room and all he could hear were some rumbles and papers here and there.

He switched his attention to the couch, and contemplated sitting, but went to the kitchen to find himself a glass of water.

“Jimin, are you okay with studying here instead of your place?” You shouted from your room.

Jimin turned quickly and asked why.

“Because my housemate won't be coming back, and we can stay here in the living room. What do you say?”

Jimin didn’t really think it through, but he agreed into it. In a matter of minutes you both were sitting in the carpet with books open. You spent there hours, and it seemed incredible how well you were understanding things, by the end of the day, you were halfway through chapter 4 and Jimin praised you for it.

“I’m amazed at how much you progressed. You went from being a total idiot, who knew nothing about this to someone who devours half a chapter in a day. Why didn’t you study this sooner? Why are you taking this class for the third time?”

“I’m still confused if i should be offended or happy that you said that.” you faintly laughed.

“I think you should feel proud, if we kept this pace, you’d have chapter 4 done by tomorrow. It’s incredible.” He said as he looked through your resumes and exercises.

“Let’s keep it up then, can we?”

“What? It’s almost 10pm and we’ve been surviving on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, we need some real food and rest.” Jimin laughed as he stretched his arms. “My back hurts.”

“Let’s order some food, and rest. Take it as a thanks for tutoring me, i’ll pay.”

Jimin smiled and contemplated eating at your place but he admitted it was getting late and he would probably feel sleepy after he ate, so he’d rather go home, and come back in the morning tomorrow.

“Crash here.” you suggested. “My housemate won’t be coming until wednesday since tomorrow’s a holiday. I can sleep in her bed, and you sleep in mine. We can start tomorrow early in the morning and get this done with by the end of the day. Right?”

Jimin looked at you trying to figure why are you rushing him. “Why do you want to finish chapter 4 tomorrow? The test is only next wednesday, we have a little over a week.”

You sighed and closed the notebook in front of you. “First you’ll tell me if you’ll stay here, or not. Then i’ll tell you.”

“Fine, i’ll stay. Now, tell me why.”

“I have an assignment that’s due next week, and i haven’t even started. It’s due two days before the test and honestly i’m stressing over it. So if we can finish this by tomorrow, i can just revise things until the exam and just focus on my assignment.”

“I see, do you need help with you assignment or?”

“No, no, i want to do it myself. You just help me with mechanics, that’s already a lot.” you smiled at him, and he smiled back. You ordered food and sat on the couch, while eating. It was silent for a while, not uncomfortable. It seemed that the silence with Jimin wasn’t ice cutting anymore. It was rather natural and unbothering.

“I’m really curious about why you failed mechanics, i’m still puzzled about it.”

“Jimin, do we really want to talk about how much of a failure i am?”

“That’s the thing, you’re not. I can see that now, i didn’t see it at first. I thought you actually were an idiot, but now i see how much potential you actually have. And how much you know. So tell me, why did you fail mechanics 2 years in a row?” Jimin looked at you curious for an answer.

You stood in silence for a few seconds. “I didn’t have Taehyung…” You looked up at him. “I didn’t have him and i didn’t know how to deal with the way things were. That’s why i failed the first time. The second, well i didn’t even try. Now, i was just done and desperate so i went to look for you to see if i can do this. You know what they say, third time's a charm.”

“I’m sorry, but i can’t comprehend when you say you didn't have Taehyung, he was here with you. So, what do you mean? Did you guys fight?”

“No, well, i didn’t have him with me in class. I’ve always been dependent of him. He would study with me everything back in high school, and help me. When we came here, he went to arts, and i went to science since i sucked at art. And there was no one to study with me.” you paused for a moment. “Well, there was you. I had you for awhile, until i lost you. And then i had no one. No one who actually cared to help me.”

Jimin went silence for some time as he thought of all the scenarios where you looked like you had tons of friends, but most of them were superficial. In classes you always looked lost and alone.

“What about those guys who were with you all the time? And-”

“Most of my friends here are from the arts part of campus, because that’s where Taehyung is. I’d just follow him around at first, even though he said i should hang with the science people more. I ended up spending all semester in the arts department of campus knowing everyone, and when exams season started, everyone was busy. And i barely knew anyone from the science department, and the ones i did either no longer talked to me” you glanced at him. “or, were worried about themselves, as they should, and didn’t have time to help me. It was a stupid move i have to admit. But it’s already in the past.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Jimin reached for your hand. “I’ll be around, i won’t be going anywhere anytime soon, okay? Don’t worry.”

You smiled and squeezed is hand. “I hope so, cause i really missed you.”

You both finished eating and cleaned your plates, you showed Jimin your room and told him to stay away from your underwear as a joke. He said his goodbyes and you left him to go to your friend’s room.

While laying in your bed, Jimin’s senses felt drowned in your scent, he tried to sleep but it felt hard for the first minutes as he wish he could just explore your room, but he soon felt relaxed and went to sleep with the smell of roses in the air. ‘I could get used to sleeping with this smell every now and then…’ he whispered to himself, before falling deep asleep.

2nd note: Any thoughts for next part? Would you like to see more of taehyung? :) Let me know. I hope u like it.

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