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ruvatia · 3 years

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Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖

This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www

On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.

SHIRO:

If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!

But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!

Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort

He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story

Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”

“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.

“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.

The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.

“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”

He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.

So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.

KEITH:

I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind

So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch

Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile

A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.

“Why did you--”

“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”

“But it’s just--”

“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.

Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.

“My alarm is my phone.”

“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.

“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.

You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.

“Thank you.”

He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.

LANCE:

Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you

Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET

I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.

I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either

That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.

Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.

Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.

“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”

“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”

“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”

In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.

HUNK:

Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.

Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out

His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food

“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”

Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.

“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”

You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.

“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.

“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”

He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.

“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.

A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.

“Tastes perfect.”

PIDGE:

She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take

I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.

I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious

I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol

As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.

The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.

Another message popped up.

<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>

A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:

<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>

You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.

“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”

You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

#voltron writings #shiro x reader #takashi shirogane x reader #keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #lance x reader #lance mcclain x reader #hunk x reader #hunk garett x reader #pidge x reader #katie holt x reader #for context this was requested around june 2020 #its a year late and thata my fault wjdjan

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Together Sounds Pretty Good

Summary: Tooru's been acting weird, and you fear the worst, but everything changes when he takes up a mic after a winning game.

TW: mentioned abusive relationships, suspected cheating (there's no actual cheating, I hate that and don't write for it), doubts, fluff overload, marriage proposal (is that a warning?)

A/N: This has been in my drafts for nearly a month and I can't believe it's taken me this long to finish the damn thing. A few of the prompts on the prompt list I just posted were inspired by this, so good job brain! Anyway, I'll get back to requests after this one, I promise!

Tooru was acting weird.

You had noticed it for a while, but you weren't sure how to help.

So you went to the only other person who knew him better than you did: Iwaizumi.

"He's acting super weird," you said, lounging on the terrace of your apartment, knees pulled up to your chest in your chair, taking in the city lights. "He's disappearing for hours at a time when he would normally be resting at home, he comes home smelling like cheap perfume, I mean like, thirty dollars too cheap, and he does that thing with his face, that thing when he lies, the weird little eyebrow twitch lip lick thing."

"I know the thing (Y/F/N)," Iwaizumi said, and there was some shuffling in the background.

"Sorry, I know I called at a weird time, are you busy?" you asked, guilt flooding through your system.

"Nah, I'm just finishing up some paperwork," Iwaizumi said.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I can call you back later if-"

"(Y/F/N), just keep talking, it's fine," Iwaizumi told you.

"Like I was saying, he's acting weird! And I want to think the best of him, but . . . I'm worried. He's been distant lately, like when we were in high school and Meiko wanted him back. He has that look, you know? And he isn't talking to me anymore Hajime."

"(Y/F/N), I'm sure it's fine," Hajime replied. "You guys have been together for seven years, I doubt he's going to be all teen angst about breaking up with you."

"So you do think he's breaking up with me?" you asked, sounding slightly panicked.

"Fuck, wrong word choice," he muttered to himself. "That's not what I meant. I meant that he's acting like a teenager about to break up with his girlfriend, but you guys are practically married, he wouldn't be acting like that if he wanted to end things. And trust me, he doesn't want to end things with you."

"Are you sure? I mean, seven years is a long time to be with someone, isn't it? What if he's finally gotten bored with me? It's happened with people who have been together for seven times as long as we have, what's stopping him? And he has so many other options! Prettier, richer, and far less insecure. God, I really am pathetic aren't I?" you asked, tearing a hand through your hair.

"Have you been checking your social media comments again?" Iwaizumi asked.

"Is it that obvious?" you replied.

"(Y/F/N), Oikawa is never going to be able to look at anyone other than you, no matter what those posers say in your comments, alright? Trust me, I've had to listen to his pining for years, and he loves you more than anything else in the world, even the game."

"That's crazy," you told him. "And I wouldn't go that far-"

"I would. Believe me, that man would never think about even looking at another woman that way, let alone actually cheating on you. I'm sure that he's just having one of his mood swings."

"Thank you Hajime, I needed to hear that," you said.

"I know," he replied. "Look, trust me (Y/F/N), Tooru is not looking at anyone other than you, and he hasn't since our third year of high school."

"I know, and I'm sorry, I shouldn't be bothering you with this," you muttered. "I'm acting like Meiko."

"Stop comparing yourself to her, she's psychotic," Hajime grumbled. "(Y/F/N), you are nothing like her. Why does she bother you so much?"

"I don't know, probably because she broke his heart in so many ways. Because she's prettier, richer, she's pretty much society's definition of perfect. Because he loved her, and because she was a lot of his firsts that I wasn't able to be. I guess that I just wonder sometimes, why he chose me when he could've had her."

"Like I said, she's psychotic," Iwaizumi said, "and Oikawa knows that, and he would have to be an idiot to give you up, which he won't."

"I know, I just needed to spill that to someone."

A jiggling of keys made you turn as Tooru stepped through the door of your apartment.

"He's back, I'll talk to you later Hajime, and thanks," you said, tossing your phone to the side. "Tooru!"

"Hey angel," he murmured, tossing his keys to the side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"How was practice?"

"Long," he muttered, dropping his head to your shoulder.

"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" you asked softly.

You didn't want to bother him, and there was something in his posture that told you that you would if you pushed too hard.

"Can I just hold you?" he inquired.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as he nuzzled into your neck, arms around your waist.

After a few minutes you said, "You know that you can talk to me, right? About anything?"

He nodded, barely moving.

He was dead on his feet, but you knew that he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Come on, let's get you into bed," you murmured, tugging him softly into your room. "I'll have dinner ready shortly, and you can eat whenever you wake up wanting it, okay?"

He nodded, shucking his t-shirt off, throwing it into the hamper.

Your talk with Iwaizumi had calmed some of you nerves, and in the end you knew that it was irrational to be thinking the way that you were, but you couldn't help it.

Tooru had never given you any signs that he was losing interest in you, that he was unhappy, but sometimes people only saw what they wanted to see.

You were running on mostly autopilot as you made dinner, it was something you had made a thousand times when Tooru was upset, because it reminded him of something happy, but you had never known what.

You knocked quietly on the bedroom door, sticking your head in slightly.

Tooru was already asleep, just like you thought he would be, and you stepped back into the kitchen, wrapping everything for later, putting it in the fridge.

Your scribbled a small note, sticking it to the top of the container, then writing another one that you stuck to the counter, shutting the fridge door quietly.

You sighed, grabbing your work computer and your paperwork, heading for the terrace again as the sun started to set.

You loved being able to work from home, you loved being there for Tooru when he needed you, but you sometimes wondered if it was always going to be like this.

You breathed in deeply, then set to work.

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Tooru woke up to an empty bed, the sheets cold and clearly unused.

He frowned, glancing around the room.

Tooru glanced at the clock, frown deepening.

It was one in the morning, where the hell was she?

Tooru rubbed the sleep from his eyes, standing with a stretch.

"(Y/F/N)?" Tooru called, panic swelling in his chest when she wasn't in the living room, or the kitchen.

A small note told him that she had put dinner in the fridge and that she loved him.

After turning all the lights on in the apartment, Tooru heard shifting from the terrace.

The temperature dropped at night, but she knew that, so there she was, curled up on the lounge chair, covered with a blanket, a pillow behind her head.

"(Y/F/N), hey, come on angel," Tooru murmured, shaking her shoulder lightly. "Babe, you can't sleep out here."

She mumbled something, rolling away from him, taking the blanket with her.

"Hey, don't do that," he muttered, shaking her shoulder a little more forcefully.

"Wh- Tooru? Whatimezit?" she asked. "Did . . . did I fall asleep on the terrace?"

"Yeah, come on, come on inside angel," he said, giving her a small smile.

"It's fine," she mumbled, swatting away his hands. "I'm fine out here."

"Angel," he said, exasperated. "Come on, we both need the sleep. Come inside. Please?"

"Fine," she relented, stumbling to her feet.

She gathered up her work things, then deposited them at her desk.

She moved to sit down at her desk, but Tooru wrapped his arms around her waist, scooping her up in the process.

"Tooru!" she shrieked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I don't sleep well without you, remember?" he asked, kissing her cheek softly.

"You seemed okay earlier," she retorted.

"Notice it's one in the morning and I'm wide awake?" he teased.

"Tooru, I really should get back to work," she said, glancing around nervously.

"(Y/F/N), is everything okay?" he asked, setting them both down on the bed gently, laying in between her legs, laying his head on her stomach.

She threaded her fingers through his hair absentmindedly, practically making Tooru purr.

"I just miss you is all," she whispered, but Tooru knew it was more than that. "I feel like we haven't seen much of each other lately is all."

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I promise that when the season is over we'll go somewhere."

Hopefully the ring he had been designing at the jewelry store would ensure that they go somewhere, he knew that she was starting to get suspicious about where he was going after practice every day.

"No, Tooru, that's not what I meant," she said quickly. "We really don't need to go on vacation or anything! I just mean that I feel like you're further and further away from me, you know?"

"Angel, I'm sorry, I never wanted to make you feel like that," he told her. "I've been busy."

"I know, and I would never try to take the game away from you," she said vehemently. "I won't be like her, but . . . if you ever feel like I'm too much, you can walk away."

"Baby, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I just mean that . . . I know a lot of the guys on your team don't date, for their various reasons, so I was just saying that if you ever felt like I don't understand then-"

"Stop that," Tooru demanded, pushing himself up. "Stop acting like you're a burden. Stop comparing yourself to Meiko."

"I'm sorry, I just . . . I can't help it."

"Darling, I love you, more than anything," Tooru declared. "I gave up on Meiko after we started dating. She was psychotic, and I don't understand how I didn't see it earlier, but you are nothing like her. Do you understand me? I want you. I want you with all your weird little things, like your routine to get into your jeans."

"It's really not that weird," she began but Tooru stepped in again.

"Baby, you are beautiful, and kind, and you always know when I need a hug, or a cute text of some stray cat or dog you see on the way the office. I love you, more than anything."

"Anything?"

"Hajime said that he thought you loved me more than the game," she said, and it was almost so quiet that Tooru didn't hear her. "I told him that it was crazy."

"Why were you talking to Iwa-chan?"

"I just wanted to check in with him, we haven't seen him in a while and I wanted to make sure that he was okay."

Tooru had long since accepted that you and Hajime were practically brother and sister, but in high school he had been so jealous that Hajime had seemed to make you more comfortable than him.

"Angel, if anything ever happened to you, I would drop the game in an instant," he said.

"Please don't," she begged. "I know how much the game means to you and-"

"And nothing," he told her, taking her hands in his. "(Y/F/N), I love the game, it's been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, but in the end, you will always be more important, because you won't always be here, the game will. If you got hurt, I would be with you, every step of the way."

"Tooru, really, if I ever get hurt, please don't drop the game," she insisted. "I would feel really terrible if I knew that you were with me instead of playing."

"You're missing the point," Tooru said, chuckling. "Angel, I'm saying that the game isn't everything to me. I love you too."

"I know that," she replied. "And I don't forget," she added when he opened his mouth, "I just . . . sometimes, even after seven years, it's still kind of hard for me to believe."

"Guess I just have to stick around to remind you," Tooru said, kissing her forehead.

"Dork," she muttered, cheeks tinted pink.

"Your dork," he retorted.

"Go to sleep Tooru," she told him. "I promise I'll be here when you wake up."

Tooru wrapped his arms around her waist, tangled his legs with her, buried his face in her hair, and slept better than he had in weeks.

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Tooru, after that night, was clingier than usual. When he got home every night he was stuck to your side, pressing kisses anywhere he could reach.

He had started leaving notes when he was home and you had to make a trip to the office.

He texted you constantly, and you were surprised that the coach didn't confiscate his phone.

Even as games started, the constant reassurance was continuous, and you were surprised by his determination to make sure that he didn't make you feel pushed away again.

You had contacted Hajime about it again, but he had done a good job at reassuring you that everything was fine.

You went to every one of Tooru's games, and had even given a few interviews, some with him and some without.

He tried to keep you out of the press as much as possible, but sometimes you had to feed the vultures a little bit to appease them for a while.

Today was a day when he had decided you were going to ride with him to the stadium to appease the vultures.

As always, the press was on him as soon as he stepped out of the car, but you were a nice addition for them.

Tooru kept a firm arm around your waist, leading you through the urchins with ease, kissing your forehead before he headed into the locker rooms.

You headed for the stands, waving at Tooru's teammates as you took your seat.

The game was long, and there were times where it had you on the edge of your seat, but Tooru's team won, and you were cheering yourself hoarse from your spot, smiling down at Tooru.

Suddenly his team manager brought a mic out, and Tooru tapped it a few times to make sure that it was working.

"(Y/F/N), where are you angel?" Tooru asked, eyes scanning the crowd for you.

"Tooru, what the hell are you doing?" you asked, leaning over the railing so he could hear you.

"Come on down here, I want to talk to you about something."

"You can't do that with me up here?" you asked.

"Just go along with me on this. Please?" he asked.

"I can't say no to that face," you told him, laughing. "Give me a minute."

You headed for the gym, walking over to him.

He wrapped and arm around you and kissed you softly, making people 'aww' from the stands.

He pulled away and you noticed that pictures were starting to play on one of the TV's that were replaying the game.

The were pictures of you and Tooru in high school, when your hair was longer and you had those awful bangs. There were pictures that you had taken on dates, pictures your friends and his had taken, silly photos that you guys had taken on a dare during a team get together.

They showed the progression of your relationship, and you recognized all of them.

"(Y/F/N), when I met you, I was crying my eyes out in the library after Meiko broke up with me. You barely knew me, which I still find appalling to this day, because how did you not know the name of the hot setter for your school's volleyball team? You barely knew me but you still sat next to me and asked me if I wanted to talk about it."

Everyone was paying attention now, and the media was capturing it all on camera.

"After that, you kept popping up everywhere. You were Kyouken's math tutor, and his reading buddy. You and Kunimi traded gossip whenever you had the opportunity, and you had helped Kindaichi get out of an awkward situation with some of the girls in his grade. Everyone seemed to have had some sort of contact with you before, and yet I had never seen you before that day."

"Come on Tooru, you were too busy with your fangirls, I was a face in the background, I can't fault you for that. I wasn't directly in your face ever five minutes," you teased.

You had no idea what he was doing. The reassurance you understood, but there was something about the way he was talking that made you pause and think. And then there was the intimacy of the pictures.

"Anyway," he said, making you laugh, "I started to notice you more and more after that, and then suddenly you were always around. You were dropping of notes for Kyoutani to use, books for him to read, you were reminding Hajime about tests and to take care of himself when he was too busy worry about the rest of us, or making sure that Kindaichi wasn't being a pushover."

"That kid was afraid of his own shadow!" you argued. "I couldn't leave him by himself."

"You were always checking in on me, and for once, there was a girl that wasn't interested in the fact that I was blatantly flirting with her."

"You were like that with every girl! How was I supposed to know that you were interested in me?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"When I asked you out, and you showed up in that cute dress with the polka dots and asked me if there was anything I needed while we were out, I knew right then that you were the only one I wanted. I remember that really dumb argument we had about whether you could come to my games. I was worried you wouldn't want to go, and you were worried that I didn't want you there."

"You kept telling me not to come! What was I supposed to think?"

"I know, and I remember when you showed up in my spare jersey because Mattsun and Makki decided they were tired of me complaining about it in the locker room."

You couldn't help but giggle at the memory.

"When we graduated, I remember how you thought that I was breaking up with you. I remember how I found you at your house sobbing because I was going to the same college as Meiko and you thought that meant that I was getting back together with her.

"I remember how you had tried to assure me that it was fine, that you were okay with it, that you had been expecting it, that you were fine. I remember realizing right then and there that I wanted to be with you for the rest of our lives."

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what he was doing.

"Tooru, is this what I think it is?"

"I know that I've been acting really suspicious lately, and I know you thought that there was someone else, I talked with Hajime about what I should do. I don't blame you, I know that I was acting really sketchy, and I would've thought the same thing, but I promise, there's only you."

He sank down to one knee and there was a collective gasp as everyone realized what he was doing.

"(Y/N), I love you with everything that I am, and I know that we've taken every step that led up to this, and I know that you still have doubts because of all those posers on your social media who think that you're a bad person when I know that you are one of the kindest people I have ever met. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you'll let me.

"(Y/N), I've asked your father and gotten his permission, and I've gotten your mother's blessing. All of our friends are behind us on this, 100%. The only person I have left to ask is you. So, (Y/F/N), will you marry me?"

Tears streamed down your face as you nodded, hands over your mouth.

"Yes," you whispered, then said it louder, "yes!"

He stood up faster than you had ever seen him move, and he scooped you up as you hugged him.

He laughed, burying his face in your neck.

Tooru's team and the entirety of the stands erupted into cheers, and you couldn't keep the smile off you face.

"Is this why you were sneaking around?" you asked.

He nodded, pressing kisses all over your face.

"I was having the ring designed, and I was calling people."

"When did you talk to my parents about this?" you asked.

You couldn't believe it, all of this just so he could ask you to marry him. And there was always the possibility that you said no, and he had done it anyway.

"The last time we flew up to visit," he admitted.

"Tooru, that was seven months ago!" you cried, staring at him in shock.

"I told you, I've known for a long time that you were the only one I want."

"You're a dork," you murmured, kissing him softly.

He grinned, nipping your bottom lip playfully.

"You love me," he said.

"I am going to marry you," you pointed out, making him laugh.

"Come on, let's go home," he said. "We're going to be getting a lot of calls, this was a national broadcast."

"Agreed," you replied, smiling at him. "We also have to appease the vultures."

"I might have made a mistake making it this public," he muttered, glancing at the long line of press people vying for your attention.

"Ya think?" you giggled. "It's okay," you murmured as he slipped the ring on your finger. "We'll deal with it together."

"Together, huh?"

"Yeah, you and me, together," you told him, lacing your hands together as you made your way over to the press mob.

Together sounded pretty good.

#tooru oikawa x reader #toru oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru x reader #toru x reader #haikyuu #marriage proposal #where do these things come from?#what was I thinking?

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║Diluc║ Happy Birthday

Contribution for Diluc's birthday.

A/N: I fell asleep while writing so it's late.. I slept for about 2 days..? ^^"

Gender-neutral reader.

Fluff.

Word count: 2.4k

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Not many knew of today's occasion and that was okay. It was understandable that others were not in a celebratory mood since they aren't close to the red-haired tycoon. But Diluc not caring for today was a big deal for you.

Birthdays, in your opinion, should be worth celebrating. So, even if he isn't in the mood to celebrate, you will make today very special and reserved just for him.

When dawn broke, Dawn Winery was just starting to wake up. A few words exchanged in the halls that was barely audible, light footsteps of the workers across the hall.. But you have longed woken up and was full of energy.

You wanted today to be all about him and so you left the manor without telling him where you were heading. This would mean that Diluc will later wake up to the warm sun shining through the cracks of the curtains, but still be empty and cold, and mostly questioning your whereabouts.

The walk to the city would take a while so you had to get up early if you wanted to meet up with Diluc's.. Somewhat allies.

The streets was quiet, aside from the occasional animal sounds and wind rustling the leaves from trees. There were other early birds like shop owners as well but they were yet to fully get into the Mondstadt groove.

You walked past the shops and stalls and up a couple set of stairs to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters.

When you entered Jean's office, Jean, Lisa, and Amber were already there, chatting as they waited for everyone to arrive. "(Y/N), goodmorning," Jean turns towards you and greets you with a smile.

"Goodmorning." You noticed that there were only three people in front of you and looked around the room before asking, "Where's Kaeya?"

The three women shrugged their shoulders. Just then, as if on cue, the door behind you swung open which drew all of your attention.

There stood none other than Kaeya himself. For someone who is late, he looked disheveled; hair not properly brushed, clothes not properly straightened as he covers his mouth to yawn. "Goodmorning.." he says lazily, blinking away morning tears.

"Uh.." You three stared at him but said nothing and excused his tardiness. "Alright, now that we all are here, let's start with today, shall we?" Jean starts but later decided that you should be the one to break down today's plan for Diluc's birthday.

You know that Diluc will go to the tavern today but you needed him to get out and stay away. You've talked to Charles a couple days back and promised him remuneration if he could take over Diluc's shift, to which he accepted.

It was agreed upon that while you distract Diluc from going to the tavern and think about work, the others will be setting up the surprise.

After separating, you went to look for Diluc who, not surprisingly, was heading to the tavern. "Diluc!" you shouted, drawing the man to a stop and turn his attention to your direction.

You smiled as you run up to him, stopping short by him. "Goodmorning. How did you sleep?" you ask. "Adelinde said that you off to the Knights of Favonius' headquarters. Did you have something you need from them? You do know that I'm right here," he said, clearly not amused that you went to the knights so early in the morning.

You chuckled. "It's nothing important. I was asking for for a simple favour is all." "Then surely you could have asked me to do it." Wanting to dispel the negative energy, you thought fast of a way to make him stop thinking about the knights.

"Oh, Diluc, you're so cute when you're jealous," you said, squishing his cheeks together. He was unimpressed but sighs, deciding to just let it go.

"Alright. I have matters to attend to and the tavern. I'll see you later at home," he said, putting a hand on your head before shortly removing it and continuing his way to the tavern.

"H, hey, wait a moment!" You grab hold of his wrist. He turns his head and look over his shoulders. He hums a questioning tone. "It's a good day today, don't you think? So, let's just stroll around the city."

He arches a brow. "What is it that you want?" he asks, not wasting time to beat around the bush. "I want to spend today with you.."

He gave a simple 'oh' and avert his eyes, saying nothing. "So, can we spend this special day together?" you pleaded. "I can't.. The tavern--" "I asked Charles to take over," you asserted quickly. "Don't worry, I paid him beforehand."

He looks at you and you looked back with doe-like eyes. After a while, he eventually gave in. "Alright.." You smiled brightly. "So, what do you have in mind?" he asks.

"Nothing! I just want to spend time with you and maybe treat you to something," you answered honestly. "I don't really need anything.." Diluc said and that was true. He was one of the richest people of Teyvat after all, ruling over the wine industry. "I will be fine with a stroll."

You nodded and interlaced your hands with his. It was currently quarter past eleven which meant you still had long hours to waste away. You dragged him around the city, looking at everything that is familiar to you yet unfamiliar to him.

Even though Monstadt is his home, he only ever leaves his house to attend to business matters or the tavern, never really taking time off to stroll.

"Oh! Diluc, Diluc, let's get ice cream!" you burst in excitement when your eyes laid upon a familiar shop. "Ice cream? Isn't it a bit early for you to eat that?" His eyes narrows as he gives you a questioning look.

You turn to look at him and grin. "It's nearly afternoon. It's okay!" He sighs, giving in to your pleas and buying you ice cream. Yes, he's the one who paid and this is when he would not allow to be convinced by you.

"You'll have a stomach ache," he said. But in the end, he was happy with his decision. It was a good choice if it meant seeing you happy when you two stepped out of the shop.

You two walked further down the streets with you sneakily steering the walk away from the tavern. Who knows? Kaeya might slip up and the surprise would be ruined.

At the thought of him, your eyes wandered around, looking for signs of him. But instead of Kaeya, you see Amber carrying a party box just up ahead which made you nearly choke on your ice cream that you sucked in out of surprise.

"Hey, are you okay?" Diluc turns his head to you, full of concern. "Yeah, I'm fine.." you said between fits of coughs. After you finally stopped coughing, you looked up and look for Amber. Luckily, she was nowhere to be seen.

You sighed a sigh of relief. She must have heard and see you nearly die that she ran away. Diluc notices this and looks over to where you were staring at before looking back at you. "What are you staring at?" he asks.

"Oh, it's nothing.." You forced a chuckle and smile. "You have been awfully weird today.." he finally says. "First, you left early in the morning when it's your day off.."

"What, I can't go out when it's my day off?" you weakly defended yourself. "There is no issue with that.. If only you do that on a normal basis. Typically, you'd be sleeping until 12 in the afternoon," he said. "And secondly, you went to the knight's headquarters of all places for no reason, you said?"

"Ah.." You had to think of something to say. Otherwise, the surprise birthday won't be a surprise. Your eyes darted around the place until finally, it landed on Flora.

"Oh, come here!" You dragged him to Flora's stall and greet the little girl with a smile. "Welcome to Floral Whisper."

"Hey, Flora, can I buy one Cecilia?" The girl nods and picked out a fresh Cecilia and give it to you and you exchanged it for a pocket change of Mora.

You then turned to Diluc who was still waiting for an answer. Smiling, you leaned close to him and tucked the flower behind his ear and moved away.

He crosses his arms, looking unamused. "(Y/N)." You laughed at how funny he looks with that face while wearing a flower. "Come on and smile for me." You stretch his face upwards.

Seeing that you weren't going to tell him, he gives in and sighs. He figures that he will find out later today just what you were hiding all day.

He walks to Flora and asked for another Cecilia and returned back to you. "Hm? Do you like Cecilias?" you asked, looking at the one in his hand. "Having a favourite flower is silly," he said.

He took a step forward and outstretch his hand and place the flower behind your ears. You face felt warm as he remained silent, inspecting you with the newly added accessory.

"Let's get moving. We still have the whole day to spend," he said, turning around and walking away. Seeing his figure moving away, you blinked from a trance and caught up to him, a smile on your face as you interlaced your hands with him once more.

For the rest of the afternoon, Diluc was out treating you to things that have caught your eyes. Funny, since you were supposed to be the one treating him.

Kaeya soon interrupted your little date, casually walking up to the two of you with a smug look to him. "Ah, at last. I found you two," he greets.

"And I was just wondering why you've yet to show up," Diluc spat. "You were slacking off, weren't you?"

Kaeya laughs. "Come now, Diluc, I didn't get to where I am by being a slacker," he said, raising his arms beside him and shrugs. The redhead scoffs. "You all are incompetent so what do you know about work?"

"Don't be so mean, dear brother. You're hurting my feeling, y'know?" Kaeya said but not even lifting a muscle on his face to express a little bit of hurt. "What feelings?"

"Ouch. You should have gotten a Cryo Vision instead. I think the Gods have made a mistake," Kaeya said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Anyways, (Y/N), we've already finished setting up and I was tasked to deliver you this message."

You smiled excitedly. "Thanks for your help, Kaeya," you said, confusing the redhead beside you. "Now, Diluc, let's head to the tavern."

"The tavern? What for?" he asks, allowing himself to be dragged by the arm. You look at him over your shoulder. "You'll see!"

A couple of steps and the three of you soon stopped right in front of Angel's Share. "Well? Go open it!" you urged him on excitedly while you and Kaeya stood behind.

Diluc eyed you suspiciously but did as told. "Surprise!" Inside, friends greeted him with a loud and enthusiastic voice.

"Hey~ Glad you're finally here, Master Diluc!" Venti waves over from the bar. "Huh? Venti, what are you doing here?" you ask, peeking your head from behind Diluc.

"I'm here for the free wi-- err, I mean, to celebrate Master Diluc's birthday!" he answers.

"Hurry up and get in already," Kaeya said from behind you. "It's starting to get too cold for my liking."

You gently push Diluc inside, somewhat listening to Kaeya's demand. "Well, since Master Diluc is finally here, let's get that cake, food, and wine!" Venti said, already holding a wine bottle in his hand.

Jean came from the back of the room, holding a nicely decorated cake that was lit up with a couple of candles. And everything goes as follows: you all sang to him a happy birthday and wasted the night away. You, like the others, took the partying to the next level, finding yourself too wasted to lift a finger.

"Haha, you can't already be drunk, (Y/N)!" Venti laughs from beside you, drinking his 50th glass and nudges you another one on the cheek.

"Alright, I think they have had one too many glass." Diluc intervenes what used to be a drinking competition. "Wha~t? That didn't even last long!" Venti cries.

"They've already passed out," Diluc said, taking off his coat to put it on you. "I'll be taking them home. You all enjoy yourselves."

"Oh? Well, don't mind me!" Venti said, getting another glass and also looking for Kaeya, hoping he wasn't drunk just yet.

Diluc left the tavern and the rest of the guys, carrying a passed out you all the to Dawn Winery where he immediately asked Adelinde to bring him a large glass of water for you.

He knew you were going to drink but he didn't think you'd be dumb enough to accept a drinking challenge from Venti who could drink beyond a mortal's expectation.

Inside his room, he bears the difficult of changing you. Even though you two have been together for a really long time, it felt wrong of him to do something like this, but you were awfully sweaty and needed to be wiped clean with a wet cloth.

He contemplated but after a while, decided to go through with it, caring about your hygiene more than anything.

He only heaved a sigh of relief once he got you into your nightwear. "You're really a difficult one," he mumbles, getting into his own fresh change of clothes and climbing into bed beside you.

It was still early night, not even near midnight when Diluc allowed his eyes to trace every part of your face, the moon helping him to see. You looked at peace but Diluc knows that you wouldn't be able to go to work tomorrow.

He might not have expressed it, but Diluc is truly grateful for today and to have you keeping him company on cold nights.

Gently, he brushes your cheek with a hand while his other wraps around your waist to bring you close for more warmth, and place his lips on your forehead for a short while.

"Thank you for today.. And I hope you know that I will always love you."

~♡~

#diluc x reader #diluc oneshot #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc x you #happy birhtday #sorry that it's late

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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A Different Kind Of Love…

Wonwoo: Chapter 3 (Save Your Tears)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, cheating (again, sort of), FOOD mentions, Mood Swings. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: Here it is friends! A chapter with almost complete fluff. Who would’ve thunk huh? Anyways I hope you guys like the chapter. I had quite a bit of fun writing it for some reason…

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

Mostly domestic ☁️ & barely any 🥀

A Different Kind Of Love… Master List

Chapter 3: Save Your Tears

It had been exactly three months since you had been marked by Wonwoo and finally completely integrated yourself into your new pack. You hadn’t seen or heard from Song since that night, but you still felt VERY uneasy about the whole situation. People didn’t just get together the way you and your mate did and get a sweet happy little ending.

Wonwoo and you were doing great personally though. You now slept in the same room, ‘slept’ together, and just all around loved each other. You were starting to have a hard time remembering what life was like before you had gotten attacked by that angry mob now that you were with him. He made time stop and fast forward all at once. Everything seemed to go on forever and yet so quickly when you were with him. And you loved every single second of it. Even if you had a hard time showing him that sometimes.

You were downstairs in the kitchen making breakfast for all the boys, someone had to. They literally could not seem to take care of themselves even if they were grown ass men. So you kind of took on the part of den mother to them, you were the only responsible girl they had around after all. None of the Alphas had mates yet, in fact, no one older than Jihoon had found theirs yet. It was only the younger ones. And while their mates were great, they just very much acted like their wolf counter parts, which meant fun all day everyday without a second thought. So that left you being one of the few, other than Seungcheol and Joshua, who knew when enough shenanigans was enough. You didn’t mind, you liked having a big family again.

Many of the boys reminded you of your brothers. Especially Mingyu, who ate and played just as much and as rough as they did. It caused the both of you to become very close, even to the point where he felt like one of your biological brothers, he reminded you a lot of Mako. And of course, Wonwoo was absolutely delighted that the member he considered his best friend and his mate got along so much. He trusted Mingyu around you more than anyone else, so much so that he refused to even let you leave the house without either Gyu or himself by your side.

You had been having your nightmares again which was relatively normal for you. However, Wonwoo had started having them himself, which as a seer was very much not normal or good in meaning in anyway. He wouldn’t tell you what they were about, he always said you didn’t need to worry or be bothered with them as there was nothing to mention. But the way he clung to you, and the way he forced Mingyu to stay with you when he couldn’t, started having you think that maybe things weren’t as alright as they seemed…

You still just brushed it off, trying your best to just enjoy your little honeymoon bliss with your mate and continued to flip pancakes. Everything would work out. That’s what your voices said, so that’s what you believed. Soon enough, your mate had woken up to an empty bed and marched his way downstairs with a pout adorned on his face.

“(Y/N), why are you downstairs stirring batter instead of upstairs snoring in my arms?” He let out in an annoyed huff as he came to stand beside you, watching your actions with playfully narrowed eyes.

“Because Wonu, 1.) everyone will need breakfast soon and I hate that Seungcheol’s always left to be the one to do it and 2.) you take forever and I hate waiting for you to wake up. And HEY I do NOT snore!” You ranted, smacking his toned chest with your free hand in the process, the other firmly gripped onto your whisk as you made more mix for more pancakes.

You had gotten comfortable with him to the point of joking. Which not only made you proud, but made Wonwoo’s heart soar. He was glad he could coax you out of your shell a bit.

“Yeah yeah sure. And Soonyoung isn’t a little sexual deviant.” He chuckled and kissed the top of your rat’s nest covered head.

“Hey! I heard that!” Soonyoung shouted from his room in the higher portion of the house.

“Yeah I know.” Wonwoo smiled, dipping his finger in the batter you had just added some strawberry syrup to to add more flavor and plopping it directly into his mouth.

“Whatever that weird stuff is is good. But don’t think I’m still not upset that my mate left the bed without me this morning.” He assessed, sitting himself down on the counter next to you while you started pouring batter onto your skillet.

“Well get over it my love. It’s not the first time it’s happened and we both know with the way you sleep, it’s not gonna be the last. And my pancakes are not weird! They are delicious.” You declared, flipping a newly heated pancake over so it’s other side would begin to cook.

That’s something he had come to realize about you: you were always very prideful of being able to do household things well. And certain things like your hair for that matter. You always had high personal standards, though you only seemed to hold yourself to them as you didn’t care if anyone else lived up to them, just you. He chalked it up to your tribe’s old family centered traditions. He thought it was cute, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease you a bit about it.

Wonwoo smirked and bit his lip at the gratification you showed in your cooking, “They are. They’re still weird as shit though. Who puts the syrup INTO the batter?”

“I do. It makes them taste better” You insisted before you put the finished pancake with the rest of the cooked stack you had managed to create before your mate came to bother you.

“You know maybe you just don’t know how to cook.” You pointed at him with your spatula in a teasing manner.

“Maybe not” He shrugged, ducking his form down a bit to get closer to you, “But I DO know that when you’re done cooking them, you’re just gonna eat them plain like a freak.”

Just as he finished his sentence, half a dozen wolves made their way into the kitchen. You hadn’t even realized anyone other than Soonyoung was really even up yet do to you focusing all your senses and attention on your mate. That had taken you a lot of practice as, in the wilderness, you had to pay attention to everything and everyone around you.

“Mmm smells good (Y/N), what’s cooking?” Seungkwan questioned as he fought Soonyoung for a seat that was positioned closer to the food.

“Pancakes. I made loads of them” You stated, looking towards the two bickering werewolves before you and turned the stovetop off.

“And it is NOT freaky to eat them without syrup. Lots of people do it. Plus, the extra syrup’s so sugary it’s been making me feel sick lately so I would rather just eat it without to avoid it.” You spoke to Wonwoo, who had finally brought himself down from the counter and sat himself down on a chair to grab food with the other boys.

He just laughed in response to your stubbornness and pulled you to sit on his lap with a kiss to your cheek, “Whatever you say baby. I still think it’s weird to eat a plain pancake.”

It had taken you quite a while to warm up to this kind of PDA. When you first came to them, something like that would have you wiggle your way to sit alone and have to hide your burning cheeks. You’d really come a long way. Well, at least with Wonu

“Oh yeah no that’s suuuuper weird (Y/N). You may be a sociopath.” Jeonghan chuckled as he plopped another large bite of a pancake into his mouth, smiling.

“Yeah that’s weird as shit. Who the hell eats a plain pancake?” Soonyoung snickered, shoveling a whole syrup filled circle into his mouth.

“Look, what do any of you know? Most of you had never even eaten a pancake before I came around because Koreans don’t typically eat them for breakfast. So shut up!” You spit out, your feelings starting to get hurt at the constant teasing of the others.

“Who’s the weirdo eating plain pancakes?” Joshua, the American, asked from the stairs as he slowly made his was down towards the rest of the pack to eat.

“Well the Westerner thinks it’s weird so…” Chan said with a shrug and a shit eating grin.

The boys all busted out laughing, some so hard they had to hold their sides. Wonwoo started to choke a laugh back into your shoulder as you sat there and folded your arms over your chest.

“You guys suck. I try and be NICE to you and I get laughed at for my eating habits. I don’t want to have to sit here for this” You huffed, getting up from your mate’s lap and walking upstairs to your shared bedroom, closing the door a bit louder than you probably should’ve when so many people were still sleeping.

“Damn, what crawled up her ass?” Hansol, who you had stomped past on the way to your room said, finally getting himself situated in the kitchen.

Wonwoo let out a frustrated sigh before he stood up from his place, grabbing a plate of pancakes in the process. He was still trying to figure out when his teasing was too much for you. And he probably would’ve been fine had the others not decided to join in. You liked them, you did, but you weren’t as comfortable around them just yet. Them taunting you probably really upset you and he was just the dumbass who let them continue to do it.

“Me. I’m an idiot. I’ll go talk to her and see if I can get her to come back down.” He said as he begrudgingly made his way to the stairs, slightly kicking himself internally for upsetting you over something so little and stupid.

Once he made it to your bedroom door, he tried to turn the handle, only to realize it was locked.

“(Y/N)? Baby? Can you please open the door?” He whined out, not realizing he had upset you to the point of you wanting even HIM to leave you alone.

You always wanted him around you. Even when you first came to the pack, you still would rather be near him. Even when he was with Song, you still liked having him close by. Even when you were angry at him, you’d rather be angry at him with his arms wrapped around you than be angry at him alone somewhere. You never locked the door. His inner wolf groaned at the thought.

“No.” You bluntly spit out, wanting him as far away from you as possible and trying to suppress a stomach growl all in one go.

“I brought pancakes…” Wonwoo all but sung out, having heard your angry stomach and knowing damn well you would give into him if he had food.

After hearing a small groan from the other side of the barrier, he heard a little click of metal before the door swung open. In front of him was a very angry looking you, your cheeks were stained with tears and it caused a small whimper to emit from his chest. He had caused you to cry and it crushed him.

You had your hand out in expectancy as he had promised sustenance in exchange for entry. He dutifully handed you the plate and closed the door behind him. He watched as you scarfed down a full pancake in one go. Damn, you were more hungry than he thought.

“What do you want?” You sniffled at him once you had cleared your airway of food.

You sat the plate down on the nightstand before you stood and turned your attention back to your mate, grabbing another pancake and taking small bites in the process. You were never really this hungry or ate this much, but when you got sad lately, you just felt like eating. Probably not the best habit, but you weren’t that good with your feelings, you always just followed your instincts instead. They always kept you alive, and right now they were telling you to eat, so you ate.

“I wanted to apologize baby. I didn’t mean to upset you. It really was just a joke. I didn’t mean to make you cry. You’re not weird. Plain pancakes are fine. I should’ve just kept my big mouth shut.” He groveled, wrapping his arms around your small frame.

“Yes. Yes, you should’ve.” You agreed, finally swallowing the remains of your food and crossing your arms in annoyance, slightly leaning away from his touch to wipe your tears away.

You wanted him to touch you. God, you wanted him to touch you. But you didn’t want to give in so easily, because once you gave in, you knew he’d get all smug and then you’d want to punch his smug face. You wanted him to genuinely feel bad before you crashed your lips to his and ripped each other clothes off. It was only fair.

Wonwoo could smell the wetness already beginning to form between your legs. He suppressed a smirk threatening to appear on his face for getting you this worked up by literally doing almost nothing, but he knew being cocky wasn’t a good way to get you to stop being mad at him. So he stuck with his original plan: begging for forgiveness.

He easily lifted you up and secured your legs around his waist, holding onto your back so you wouldn’t lose your balance and fall, “I really am sorry. I won’t do it again baby. I promise.” He spoke as he leaned his forehead against yours with his best pout, tugging at your heartstrings.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to contain your excitement for what was about to come, but failed miserably and let a happy smile creep up on your lips. You locked your hands behind his head, giggled at him and bit your lip.

“You’re forgiven. This time. BUT you have to make it up to me.” You decided, eyes looking up for a moment in thought to tease him. He slowly started moving towards the bed that was in the center of the room before he spoke up.

“And how would you like me to make it up to you baby?” He said as he began kissing your neck softly, trailing around your mate mark with a grin plastered on his face.

“Well for starters, you can fuck me senseless until I forget what I was even mad at you for to begin with.” You confirmed, tilting your head to the side to give him a bit more access to your exposed neck.

“With pleasure my love.” And with that, he fell to the bed with you in his arms, careful not to crush you in the process before he got to work on his promise.

(Updated 8/23)

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen au #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #svt au #seventeen x reader #svt wonwoo #wonwoo #wonu x reader #seventeen wonu #svt wonu

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mikwrites-archive · 3 years

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find you.

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader genre: celestial au, strangers to lovers, hoshi has amnesia, kinda car crash? fluff, angst warnings: none! wc: 2.3k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long and i just finished even though i’m not entirely happy with some parts i hope you guys enjoy hehe (kinda unedited cuz its long and my head is done w this HWJBSDJFHS) !! also the last part in italics is a flashback !!

It’s peculiar, you think, how stars shine in the sky.

Miniscule pinpricks of light, often second to the moon's gentle shine, blazing fiery bright only in the nothingness of outer space, millions to count, only a few truly seen from the ground. Perhaps they weren't all that different from lonely souls on earth.

It’s an entirely too romantic thought to have, that each star in the sky can be bonded to a solitary soul, but for some, it can be comforting to have such a being, when no other seems to be present. For while it may be believably impossible that stars shine for one individual, it can be, if you’re the only one looking.

And it feels like such a nostalgic phenomenon as you sit in your car, red light washing your vision as you wait for it to flood green, gazing out your window to the night sky, focusing on one tiny white light glimmering in the darkness.

It seemed to move, glimmering brighter as it quivered back and forth in the sky. You blame it upon your exhausted state, shaking your head and returning your gaze to the road in front of you. The light blinks green, and your car surges forwards into the intersection, only for you to slam the brakes.

That body wasn’t there five seconds ago.

You’re intensely relieved at the late hour of the night, no other cars in the streets around as you park your car, unbuckling your seatbelt and rushing out.

It’s a boy, about your age, curled up in the middle of the roads, wearing all black casual clothes. He doesn’t move when you approach him, bending down and touching his shoulder gently.

“Hello?”

He stirs slightly at the sound of your voice, and you try again.

“Hello? Do you know your name?”

He doesn’t respond immediately, and panic surges within your chest, but he lifts his head, silver tinted hair blurred with city street lights. His eyes are bright as he opens them slowly, blinking at you.

“Hoshi. My name is Hoshi.”

You wonder if this was a stupid decision.

Hoshi refused to go to the hospital, held no identification, or memory as to who he knew, or where he was, and how he got to the middle of the intersection.

Yet somehow you believed he wasn’t lying, or that he wasn’t insane, letting him sleep in your spare bedroom after driving home with him. You’d stayed awake mostly all night just in case though.

You kick off your covers when you hear the floorboards creak and the quiet shuffling footsteps that follow. Hoshi offers to help you with breakfast, and when you gently refuse, he sits, watching you from the countertop stool.

You ask him questions, ones to which he barely has answers to, and when you serve pancakes, you inquire the most pressing matter.

“Where will you go?” You’re not sure why you’re suddenly protective of this stranger, but as he stuffs pancakes into his face, you’re more concerned as to whether he’s breathing as he eats rather than a murder.

“Not sure.” He swallows. “But I’m sure it’s weird to have me here. Thank you for all you’ve done so far.”

“Do you have anywhere to go? Where’s your home? Last night…” you purse your lips. “How did you get into the middle of the intersection?”

“I don’t know.”

Hoshi seems too nonchalant, and you’re absolutely dumbfounded.

“Well… until you do… I guess you could stay here. My roommate moved out recently so you could take that room. If you want.”

“You’d be okay with that?” He blinks, setting his fork down, and you shrug reluctantly.

“Just until you find your way home.”

He nods, smiling.

“Just until I find my way home.”

It’s harder said than done.

Hoshi tries not to show it, but the frustration is palpable whenever you come home and ask him his progress.

A small, tight lipped smile as he tells you the same thing.

“Slowly getting there. I feel it.”

It’s not completely fruitless; you’ve discovered that Hoshi likes to dance, flawlessly moving his body and with a passion that leaves him glowing. You’ve also found his fascination with tigers, buying him a variety of plushies for his room, helping him feel less lonely as you were at work.

Yet nothing could be found about his way home.

You didn’t mind, as you made it a few weeks in living with one another, but neither of you could deny it was gnawing at you both.

One weekend, as you both sit on the couch, watching a drama Hoshi had taken a liking to, he pipes up.

“Why do you trust me?”

“I don’t know.” You sigh quietly, regretful at the fact you couldn’t give him more answers. “Why do you trust me?”

“I don’t know. I feel like,” he hesitates, picking at the blanket. “Like I know you from somewhere. I go around to the park, to the intersection where I woke up, to shops and cafes, and I can't find anyone or anything I find remotely familiar. Except you.”

“Is it crazy if I said I feel like I know you too?”

“Yeah.” He laughs, dispelling the awkward mood, and you snort, hugging a pillow to your chest. “Like something out of a drama.”

That night, you can’t sleep.

You’re tossing and turning, the covers getting tangled between your legs, and when you finally get up to drink a glass of water in an attempt to calm your mind, you hear a faint murmur from Hoshi’s room.

His door is slightly ajar, and as you peer in, his blankets are half on the floor while he mutters in his sleep. He looks distressed, eyebrows furrowed as his head turns from side to side, as if looking for a place to escape. Rushing to the side of his bed, you place a tentative hand on his forehead.

He’s burning up, and something, despite the shut curtains, was illuminating the room in a hazy glow, though in your concern, you couldn’t pinpoint where it was emanating from. And you’re not sure you would have believed it if you did, radiating from under his skin.

“Hoshi, wake up.” You repeat twice, shaking him gently, and when he does wake, it’s with a bursting inhale, bolting up as you scramble back.

He grimaces, and you reach out to touch his hand, but he flinches away, surprised.

It’s quick, hot pain slicing through your nerves, and you cradle your hand to your chest with a gasp.

“Did I hurt you?”

His eyes are wide and sorrowful as he slowly turns your hand in his, running his fingertips gently over the reddened skin.

“It’ll heal.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You mean it, yet Hoshi still examines it tenderly, making goosebumps rise at his warm touch. “Were you… having a bad dream?”

“I think so.” He lets your hand fall, and you clasp it loosely in your lap. “I don’t remember it though.”

He looks troubled, worrying at his bottom lip, and you wonder if you should bring up the details upon what just happened. But you had a feeling he wouldn’t have any answers himself.

“Do you want to go outside and watch some TV until you fall asleep again?”

He falls asleep halfway through the episode, on your shoulder, and you let him, turning off the screen and resting with him.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“For me?” Hoshi stares at you with wide eyes.

“Don’t get your hopes up. It’s not really special.” You flush.

You figured this was coming, considering that not only has Hoshi hit a complete dead end within his search, and the way you both have grown closer in time. His presence became a reliable one within your life, and the same could be said for you towards Hoshi over the past months.

“What is it?” He presses curiously, and you smile.

“Close your eyes.”

When he does, you drop a key into his hand, waiting expectantly for him to crack open his eyelids, peeking at the object.

“A key?”

“To the apartment.” You elaborate. “I know you used the spare, but I thought I’d give you your own.”

“My own?” His eyes are wide, and you laugh, nodding. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

It’s surprisingly easy to get Hoshi set up as an “identifiable” person, as if the government has dealt with people dropping out of nowhere on a regular basis (you and Hoshi have your conspiracies).

He’s quick to get a job at a cafe nearby, even joining a dance class once a week.

You both slip into a life that’s domestic and easy, and whatever feelings that start to bloom are gentle enough to be heard without words.

But it comes with making a home together.

“We have to stop meeting like this in the middle of the night.”

Your voice is hushed as you open the sliding door to the balcony, having seen Hoshi sitting on the balcony by himself in the middle of the night. He laughs, but it sounds watery.

You watch as a tear pearls at his eye, rolling down, glinting in the moonlight, and you wipe it away gently. He smiles at you kindly despite his own emotions.

“What’s wrong? What’re you doing out here?” You whisper after a few moments, Hoshi returning his gaze off to the night sky.

“I just wanted to sit outside for a little bit. I’m not sure why I’m crying exactly.” He lets out a watery laugh. “I think… maybe I miss home.”

“It’s funny, isn’t it? I can't remember what home looks like or where it is, but I still miss it. Perhaps you can never forget the feeling of home, even if everything else is gone.” He muses.

You sit silently, mulling over his words, unsure of what to say to comfort him. He doesn’t give you the chance, taking your hand, squeezing it gently.

“Thank you, for making me feel like this could be a home for me. For being my home.”

It’s a year and a half later when two people show up at your door.

You’re still asleep, Hoshi hearing the knock and getting up confusedly, careful not to wake you as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Hoshi?”

“Yes?” He blinks, peering out the crack of the door opening. Two boys stand outside,

“Thank god, we finally found you.” One of them sighs.

“Seriously, why didn’t you come back when you were supposed to?” The other one gripes, but relief pervades his features.

“Found me? Come back? What?” Hoshi furrows his eyebrows. “Listen, I think you guys are at the wrong place.”

“You really don’t remember us? I’m Jihoon.” The shorter boy points at himself. “And this is Seungcheol.”

“I…” memories twinge faintly on the back of his mind, and he feels a headache coming along. “Listen, I don’t—”

“Your real name is Soonyoung.” Seungcheol prompts quietly, and Hoshi squeezes his eyes shut in a grimace.

It’s not immediate, but the memories rush back in a way that he knows should not have come all at once.

Awoken by the lack of his presence, you pad out of bed, peeking around the corner where you see him talking seriously with two strangers.

“Hoshi?” You murmur, and he turns back, a soft expression on his face. He says something quickly to the men before closing the door and making his way towards you. “Who are they?”

“They’re from… where I’m from.”

“Oh.” Your surprise is evident, and he can’t blame you.

“My real name is Soonyoung. But I’ve been called Hoshi too. It’s Japanese for ‘star’, did you know that?” Soonyoung starts quietly, and you blink.

“I did. God, that was so long ago when I learned that, it’s kind of stupid now that I think about it…” You trail off, eyebrows furrowing as he takes your hands gently, shaking his head.

“I have to go.” Hoshi, no, Soonyoung, murmurs gently, and you swallow.

“What do you mean?”

“I…” He glances back at the door where the duo left from. “I have to go back… to where I came from. I wasn’t supposed to stay this long. Only to help you then go back. But for some reason, I crashed with no memories.”

“Now?” Your head is starting to spin at the pace of this all.

He nods slowly.

“I’ll always be here for you. You’ll always be able to find me. You know that right?” The way he squeezes your hands in his is tender, but you can hear his urgent underlying tone as you nod, uncertain in only the circumstances to which he was telling this to you.

“Will I see you again?”

“You can always see me if you look up.” Hoshi smiles, and your heart cracks a little bit at the words. “But in person, one day.”

“H—Soonyoung.” You tug him close in a tight embrace, and he reciprocates just as hard. You’re struggling to say all the words you want to, and he soothes you comfortingly.

“I know. I know, love.” He kisses you softly. “Let’s meet another time. No goodbyes.”

Your heart aches as the door shuts.

Another time.

You remember another time.

Eyes puffy, you slid open your window with effort, breathing in the evening air.

It’s faint, the memory as to why you were exactly crying, but the feeling of helplessness was heavy.

Stars were beginning to twinkle in the sky, and you found the one you could see every night without fail. You poured out every emotion and thought mindlessly.

It was a comfort to have some kind of stable presence in your life, even if it was a celestial being, miles away.

“I’ll call you Hoshi.” You murmur, and with the finality of a name, you feel like you can breathe in the hot summer atmosphere.

“You’ll always be there for me won’t you? I’ll always be able to find you in the sky.”

You swear the star glimmered brighter.

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Hiya! I was wondering if I could request a one-shot with Sugawara where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? Then maybe another person catches his attention and the reader starts to distance themselves from Suga to try to spare themselves the hurt? Then maybe turns out the other person was just using Suga/wasn’t serious bout him and he realizes that the person he really loves is the reader but now they’re staying away from him and just angst and fluff and dramatic confessions?? Sorry if it’s far too much detail, I get carried away. Your writing is amazing, keep up the fantastic work!

somebody, some body

featuring: sugawara

goddddd i’m so sorry i am late with a post AGAIN. this has been way overdue to be posted actually, and last night i finished it and was almost done with editing but accidentally lost everything i added and edited in the draft :// so thank you for being patient with me! this ended up being pretty long, so hopefully that makes up for the wait :) anyway, i really liked this idea! i have a little personal experience with this kind of situation, so it was fun to explore those feelings a bit. thanks for requesting and enjoy!

you didn’t always know that you would be in love with koshi sugawara. your dynamic was always friendly, and nothing more. so where did you go wrong?

when you think back to your history with suga, you could never find yourself resenting any time you spent with him. it all started when you moved into his neighborhood and as a shy child, you didn’t have the easiest time making friends. but he was a kind boy who was around your age and made it easy for you to form a bond with him. after all those years, neither one of you had changed that much. you were still reserved at heart but, he was the one who pushed you to things that you both could enjoy.

one is joining the high school volleyball club together. you weren’t usually one to go outside of your comfort zone, but with him, you felt like you could do anything. he had you fuel your enthusiasm and you had him to thank for that. volleyball ended up being a great idea because it was quite a versatile sport that anyone could play. you found that you were quite athletic and took a liking to the libero position. there was just something exciting about digging a ball off the ground and rolling on the floor to get back up again. also, it looked pretty cool.

so that was great until you hurt your shoulder during a game, which ended up being more severe than it seemed. now you couldn’t lift your left arm very far over your head unless you wanted to dislocate your shoulder again. it was already a tough recovery period because all you wanted to do was get back to the game.

he was there with you for the entirety of it and even though he mostly encouraged you, he had to make sure you knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt yourself. you felt helpless. it was the lowest he had ever seen you and he did everything he could to lift you back up again.

that was something you could never take for granted with him.

the thing about you and suga is that you were in constant contact, especially during school. if it wasn’t sending each other funny memes or tiktoks, you were either on snapchat with each other or texting. sometimes simultaneously.

are you alive??

yeah i’m awake, unfortunately

what do u want sugar-wara

whoa how are you up this early lol and sugar is my thing ok

let’s go get sweet buns before class

ur right, it is ur thing. ur sugar-wara

okay i’ll meet you by the light in 15

there was a lonely intersection in your neighborhood with a red stoplight that seems to have malfunctioned and now the light never stops blinking. you and suga lived on the same street, with the intersection being a perfect place to literally meet in the middle.

“hey, sugar-- uh oh. someone doesn’t look so sweet today!”

he was always so peppy in the mornings.

“yeah, well, maybe if someone didn’t wake me up with their annoying texts..”

“if you really don’t want to be woken up, you’d put your phone on do not disturb. you can thank me later for being your alarm clock.”

he gave you a bright smile and a few head pats before you set off down the road to your favorite bakery which happened to be on the way to school. you didn’t go every morning, but most days it was necessary for you to start your day off right.

“how’s the team looking this year, mr. vice captain?”

“pretty good, actually! four first years joined the team and one of them’s over six feet tall. our blocks will be unstoppable!”

there were several things you loved about suga but, if there was one thing you enjoyed most, it was hearing him get psyched about volleyball. even though you couldn’t play anymore, his undying enthusiasm for the sport made you feel like you were living through him vicariously.

“and there’s one who’s on the shorter side, only a little taller than noya. but he seems to have so much energy and drive, it’s just-- i don’t know, i have a feeling we could actually make it to nationals this year.”

“wow, that’s great!”

“you should come to practice and see them! also we just got asahi back so i need to make sure my sets really land.”

“kou, you know i love watching you guys but isn’t that what kiyoko’s there for?”

“well, yeah, but you know how i play best!”

“yeah, sure. it’s not like i have anything better to do.”

“you never let me down!”

his smile never let you down.

it was your senior year of high school and it felt like things were going to be nothing but great.

“so...speaking of you knowing me best,” he started rather hesitantly.

“what would you do if i...made you dinner?”

“i...what?”

“oh, uh, oh, no. not, like, i make you dinner but, like...rei finally agreed to come around tonight and i thought i’d make something for them.”

“oh, um,” you tried to force a smile. “yeah, i think they’d like that.”

“yeah? you don’t think it’s too cheesy or anything? we haven’t hung out very much but i’d thought it would be a nice way to show them that i mean what i feel, you know?”

“yeah, yeah! that sounds perfect, kou..”

if only they knew that they were so lucky.

you knew about this person, rei. they were your teammate and even a friend at one time. they transferred to karasuno during your second year and you bonded over your shared interest of the libero position. they didn’t get to play much that season until you got injured and had to quit playing.

to see them fill that position so easily, it made you feel so type of way. a way that suga couldn’t know because even though he was there for you, he couldn’t deny his feelings. you remember when he told you that he liked them. about how he’s liked them ever since they came to karasuno and about how he was nervous to talk to them.

and guess what?

you encouraged him. you encouraged him to try to pursue someone who you knew and liked, so now you had to hide that you were envious of both their position on the team AND the fact that your best friend is in love with them.

at first, you tried to look at it as a positive point. you were still friendly with them, but volleyball was the only thing that connected you so you didn’t talk to them that much anymore. but now that suga, the person you’re closest to, was talking to them, it opened up the possibility that you would be able to reconnect with them. you had to be supportive. you were his friend, his closest friend, after all.

the next morning you didn’t wake up from a text from suga. no, it took several snooze buttons to wake you up, which already put you in a bad mood.

it’s ur turn now. are u alive??

i actually woke up to my alarms, how weird. u must be dead lol

also have you done the english assignment yet? i need serious help >_<

you weren’t afraid to double, triple, even quadruple text him because more often than not, he did that to you. sometimes he’d even send longish paragraphs as he did later that day when classes had already started.

hey sorry today has just been filled with fun and thriving and good stuff! rei asked me if i wanted to meet up with them before school last night and they made me some sweet buns and they were soooo good. i think we’re going to eat lunch together with some of their friends from vbc. ugh english sucks for me too. idk why you think i’m good at it

you almost jumped at the gesture to reply. it was never this long that he would go without text you at least one dumb thing.

haha it’s okay don’t be sorry! so i guess last night went well?

also ur great at english sugar-wara what r u talking about??

it surprised you how quickly they seemed to become so friendly. it was kinda weird that he would already be spending a lot of time with her and now meeting all her friends. he probably already knew of them though, with volleyball and everything. the thoughts of how long you would have to wait for a reply crept in your mind, but that was quickly erased by an elapsed period of only a few minutes.

yeah it went great! they had never had someone cook for them before, so they really liked it. this morning they told me they’d show me how to make fried eggs bc i said i dont know how to use a stove lol

wait you made a whole meal for this person and u don’t know how to use the stove??

i used a crockpot and microwave ok :// don’t make fun of me dingus

well a stove would definitely broaden ur horizons lmao that’s nice it went well though

thank you i hope its going well

that conversation was truly the end of the beginning.

Every day after that seemed to happen the same way. you’d wake up, no text from suga. he hadn’t even replied to what you last said the previous night. you didn’t see him much either, but you knew who he was with probably. you would still stop by at volleyball practice where you did get to see him but they were there also. so you found yourself dipping out a lot more.

it just felt weird. seeing him talk to someone he didn’t even know before. they didn’t even know him. even when you two were on the team together, they never once showed much interest in him and now it just seemed strange that they would.

the transition was particularly difficult for you, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. one night you were so overwhelmed with work because you had waited too long to do it. frantically texting suga was an understatement.

you knew you couldn’t put all your reliance on him but it was weird that he wasn’t replying on a school night as he was just as much a procrastinator as you. you dragged yourself through the night, trying to put together a somewhat coherent speech for english the next day. which, again, started as it had for the past few weeks. you still hadn’t heard from him, but it doesn’t even matter anymore. by the time he replied, it was almost embarrassing on your part.

oh my god y/n i’m so sorry i didn’t reply sooner. i tried to get all my work done early so i could hang out with rei last night and i was asking my mom for advice and she told me to just pay attention to them as much as possible so i just wanted to be with them, you know? but i really hope you didn’t beat yourself up too much about it and that you got at least a little sleep. i’m sure your speech went well :)

you sounded desperate for his help and meanwhile, he’s genuinely trying to show someone how much they mean to him. could you look any more stupid?

you didn’t even want to reply but you felt like you had to.

no don’t be sorry koshi! if anything i’m sorry i was just super frustrated in the moment and didn’t know what to do. i managed to pull something halfway decent together i think so it’s all okay now

was it okay though?

that was when you realized that things would never be the same. you’re his best friend and that’s simply it. you mean something to him, but not the same something that they mean to him. you couldn’t go to him when you help because then you’d be taking his time away from someone who wanted to feel that special meaning. it was a hard pill to swallow, for sure. but there were still several questions that lingered in the potential of what your relationship could be.

isn’t it possible to be both a best friend and a partner at the same time? you didn’t see any problem with it, so why couldn’t it be true?

two weeks past and suga, your best friend, decided to let you in on some news.

going up against all these powerhouse schools is definitely tough but it’ll help our team in the long run. we’re really amped to play seijoh soon but also i have an s/o now who can come and cheer us on

WAIT you guys made it official?? when?

haha we’ve been official for like two weeks now

oh well that’s great!

(what the actual hell.)

months went by and you saw suga maybe two or three times. and only saw him, usually with the rest of the volleyball team or with rei and their friends. you texted now and then but it wasn’t the same. you had to accept that it wouldn’t be the same, so you did. you had a good group of friends who you spent more of your time with, as well as trying to focus as much as possible on school. entrance exams were coming up and you couldn’t let this be your downfall, even though you and suga had previously talked about possibly going to the same college together. but that wasn’t important anymore.

you had your priorities and suga had his.

which was the biggest reason why you decided not to go to the game against aoba johsai. you told him that you would try to make it, if schoolwork and college prep courses would lend you the chance. you were just trying to focus on yourself and work hard in on your own. you still texted him just to show that you still cared.

sorry i couldn’t make it to the game! how did it go?

we lost :’(( we were so close too

oh no :( i’m sorry kou. but i know you guys will get them next time!

he never replied, which only made you want to grow further from him.

summer vacation rolled around and it was about a month out from suga’s birthday. a strange text appeared from someone you didn’t expect.

Hey so I wanted to get manga for suga for his bday but I cannot for the life of me remember which ones he has so can you try to casually ask him which ones he has? like the next time you guys talk about manga or something?

you felt weird that they were asking for your help, considering that they now spent more time with him than you did. but you weren’t going to completely ignore them either.

to be honest we haven’t talked a whole lot lately but i’ll try to subtly ask him

Okay awesome thanks!

what were you thinking of getting him?

Deathnote lol nothing original

hmm maybe the new aot volume?

Yeah, that’s a good one. Or maybe BNHA

yeah that too! do you still want me to ask him?

Yeah could you?

yeah sure!

Yay thanks!

okay i’ll let you know what i find out

going through with this was even worse. if it were you, you’d take him to see his favorite artist in concert. he wasn’t never much of a concert guy but he would talk about how badly he wanted to go see them live. or a more lowkey and personal option would be to customize a crewneck for him. you had a knack for designing and decorating plain-looking clothes and he would try to do it himself but would always remark how much better yours always turned out.

but this time you’re simply the messenger and wouldn’t get that chance to get him something you know he’d love. not that he wouldn’t like manga, but it just seemed like they weren’t putting a ton of thought into it. maybe you couldn’t blame them though, it had only been a few months that they had been dating.

that conversation honestly seemed more out-of-the-blue than anything, but you were hoping that suga would be as oblivious as ever. it didn’t even matter in the end because he never even answered your subtle way of asking. you didn’t feel like double texting because a.) you hadn’t done that in months and b.) it seemed too obvious.

in the end, you did all that you could do and told rei that you had no information to provide, even after a week had passed. that was your, now monthly, interaction with suga that month.

but it wasn’t like you weren’t thinking about him.

your interactions moved from text to strictly snapchat, where you would hold streaks for considerable amounts of time. but every time you seemed to break contact with him, you found yourself blaming them. but you couldn’t blame them. they were with him, dating him. they had a right to claim a spot by his side. you had learned to pull back and just live your life.

but life didn’t want you to have a great time either. albeit through a simple app like snapchat, he was the one asking you if you were okay. at this point, you would probably just deflect but somehow, you found yourself telling him about how you didn’t do so well on your entrance exams, despite having done what you could to prepare for them. you just thought you were so focused to do well, but maybe it was too much focus. you told him it would be alright. another notification came through.

snapchat from sugar wara

you opened it to a selfie of him, one that was angled upwards to position him looking right up into the camera, his wide hazel eyes being the centerpiece of the photo. the caption simply said, “promise?”

and that was when it happened. you felt something different in your heart like it was knocked around in your chest. you smiled at the simple response and replied, “yeah i promise!!”

it felt strange, but you finally admitted it,

you were in love with koshi sugawara.

timing was, without a doubt, a demise in all of your previous relationship endeavors. you could never seem to get that part right, also coming in too fast or not knowing if you should wait. you had only hoped that someone you liked would like you just as much. so catching feelings for someone, strong feelings at that, was not part of your current life plans. let alone with suga, someone you were, at one point, extremely close to.

you know so much about him and what scared you was that your confession would be the only one that could mess up whatever relationship you had left with him. why couldn’t you just enjoy where you stood with him? why should your selfish feeling have to get in the way?

stupid was an understatement as you how you felt. he was still dating rei, and that didn’t look like it was going to end anytime soon. you didn’t know what to do or how to cope. you can fight your feelings, but they can’t change right away. and for as long as you’ve known suga, the history you’ve shared with him, it seemed like these feelings weren’t leaving anytime soon.

you spent the next couple of weeks trying to get everything out, while simultaneously trying to forget. you vented about it to your friends and while most of them offered advice, you stuck with just remaining stagnant. one of them suggested that you confess to him but that was what you feared most: that your feeling would become so overwhelming that you had to do something impulsive to relieve them. he would probably never talk to you again. there was nothing you could do. he was in a relationship with someone he really likes. why would you try to ruin that for him?

you didn’t go to any of the preliminaries, mostly because of prep courses and trying to prepare for the next round of entrance exams. you still kept up with suga and saw that they won in the game against seijoh and we now going to the finals against shiratorizawa. you swiped up on his story and typed a simple, “omg that's amazing!! see I knew you guys could do it.” you continue to scroll through your phone, not thinking that much about it until a notification popped up.

sugar wara is typing…

snapchat from sugar wara

yeah it was great! Wish you could have been here though :(

me too! college prep courses seem to have been taking up all my time :P

is there any chance that you could try to find time to come to finals?

we've been trying to get all the support that we can

plus it would be nice to see a familiar face there :)

yeah i'll see what i can do to try to be there!

wymd a familiar face? hasn't rei been going to the prelims?

they have been but we actually broke up about two weeks ago

i sort of initiated it but i promise it's okay

your eyes almost fell out of your head when you read that 2 weeks ago you were talking about how you were in love with him and were and decided to accept that it wasn't going to happen. now you're hearing that at the same time they had broken up? It seemed odd and... bittersweet.

oh no i'm sorry kou :(

you bit your lip as you couldn't help but ask.

wdym you initiated it tho?

so kageyama has been killing it as our setter especially with his quick attack move with hinata

rei was worried that i wasn't being treated fairly bc i'm a senior and vice-captain and all that. i tried to reassure them that i just want to see our team thrive and go to nationals but they still were worried about it and would talk about how they would go to games and never see me play once

it's been hard especially that it happened right before the seijoh game and now before finals

yeah i'm sure it's been difficult

but don't beat yourself don't blame yourself so much! the team needs your support just as much as it needs players. nobody could replace that :)

thanks y/n :) i appreciate you so much

although you thought you would be happy, you can’t help but still feel weird about this whole thing. you felt like the ball was in your court but your bum arm couldn’t receive it properly. your feelings for him had been strong and you felt like you had to pack them all the way so now it just felt wrong to let them flow out again. but now that there was no conflict of interest, did you have to hide your feelings?

it was more complicated than it was before. you didn't know how anything was going to play out at all and that kinda scared you. you did know one thing though, and that was how to be a loyal friend to suga because that's all you ever were from the start and that's what you could and would be for the future.

it was the friday before the finals game.

you decided to stay late after school to maximize your focus on studying. it seemed to have worked because the sun was going down before you knew it. you wanted to get ahead on work so you could go to the game tomorrow. you and suga had been talking more recently and while it wasn’t as much as it used to be, it was more than it had been in the past several months.

you quickly gathered up your things and left school for the night. the pretty orange and pink sky lit your way home through the quiet town and into the residential parts. at that point, the dark had met and light and-

“y/n! hey, wait!”

you turned to see none other than suga, jogging up behind you to catch up. you smiled at his sudden presence, looking past him to see the small group of the rest of the team.

“hey! funny seeing you here.”

“yeah, haha,” he chuckled, catching his breath from suddenly running a considerable distance. “are you going home?”

“yeah.”

“can i walk with you?”

“of course.”

great! so i’m guessing you stayed late at school? you’re still wearing your uniform.”

“oh, yeah,” you affirmed, looking down at your monotonous outfit. “i just wanted to be all caught up on work and studying so i could go to the game tomorrow.”

“oh, yeah? that’s good to hear! yeah, we were-- we just had a late practice. coach left before us but we wanted to stay a little longer.”

“i hope you guys win tomorrow, it seems like you’ve been working really hard.”

“yeah, i hope so too. we’ve come a long way in such a short amount of time, it just feels like we can’t stop now.”

you nodded in agreement. there was a beat of silence just then, and while it wasn’t awkward, it felt like something was lingering in the air.

“so, um,” he spoke up after several seconds. his eyes met yours and you felt that pang in your chest again, quickly looking away. “it’s been a while, huh?”

“yeah. yeah, it has, i guess,” you laughed lightly. you reached the intersection with the never-ending blinking stoplight and you turned around to face him.

“but i guess i’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“yeah. yeah!”

“okay, get some sleep. goodnight.”

he nodded and you grinned at him before turning around to walk the rest of the way home until his voice stopped you again.

“hey, y/n?”

“yeah, kou?”

he looked down and all around, anywhere but your face.

“i, um, i know things have been kinda weird between for a while but it’s made me realize that i missed you, a lot.”

“yeah, i missed you, too.”

“but it’s also made me realize that i enjoy spending time with you and talking to you. like, even now, just talking to you makes me feel-- i don’t know. it makes me feel at ease like i’m home. and i’d really like to spend more time with you because i, um, i really like you.”

“you, you what?”

“i really like you, sugar.”

in all the ways you had imagined this happening, you never thought that you would feel your face fall to a frown, your heart beating in your ears. something just didn’t sit right with you about it.

“i, i, i don’t know what to say...”

“it’s okay if you don’t! i just wanted to tell you.”

“but why are you telling me this now?”

“do you-- do you not feel the same?”

“no. no! i’ve been wanting to hear you say something like that for so long, it’s just. you broke up with rei not too long ago and-- i don’t know. something isn’t right about it.” you shook your head, unsure of what you were trying to say.

“it’s how i feel,” he shrugged. “i just wanted to tell you and have a good feeling to hold onto to make tomorrow a little easier.”

you looked at him in disbelief.

“oh, so you think you can confess all that to me right before this big game and that i’ll automatically reciprocate those feelings when you just broke up with someone not even a month ago? i’m not a second choice--”

“no, sugar, listen, that’s not how i meant it at all--”

“no sugawara.” those words made him go quiet instantly. you never used his full name, there was always some sort of play on it, so this was serious.

“maybe that’s not how you meant it, but that’s how i’m taking it. i’ve been wanting to tell you for so long how i felt but i wanted to respect your feelings so i didn’t. so please, respect mine. i’m not the good luck charm that you can just confess to and expect that it’ll all be okay. this just isn’t right. i’m sorry, koshi.

your voice broke as his name left your lips, tears beginning to fall. you didn’t even give him a chance to respond, a rush of adrenaline telling you to quickly turn and get out of there.

you didn’t get much sleep that night.

it was hard not to think about your conflicted feelings over suga’s confession. you had hoped for that moment for a long time but the timing simply wasn’t right. how funny and ironic is that? you thought your timing was off. maybe you were meant for each other in that way. you couldn’t help but let your feelings get the best of you and you were beginning to become what you feared most from him. you thought he would immediately reject you and make you feel bad about ever saying anything about how you felt. but the roles are reversed and that was the part that blindsided you the most.

you didn’t think that how you reacted was wrong but you also couldn’t imagine how he was feeling right now. he just wanted to feel good right before a big game but that backfired right in his face. some might call it karma, but part of you thought he didn’t deserve it.

the pressure was setting in as the game went into the fifth and final set. what made it worse was kageyama wouldn’t be starting that set, his nose bleeding from the spike he took to the face. suga was genuinely thrilled to be a teacher, a mentor, and a support system for his fellow teammates. he didn’t mind that another, rather talented, setter had joined the team because that meant he wouldn’t have to worry about passing the position over to someone who he thought didn’t deserve it.

he almost forgot he was actually a player on the team when everyone looked to him to fill in. this was his moment and it just happened to be at the most overwhelming part of this game. Both teams were tired while simultaneously running on pure adrenaline to see who was going to come out on top.

suga had an opportunity, not only to start the set but be the trailblazer for their success.

the nerves set in as he held up the paddle with the number nine on it, kageyama holding it up with him for a moment. It was symbolic in a way. suga always thought he’d be passing the baton to him, his successor as karasuno’s official setter, but this felt just as sentimental. Suga hadn’t played much this season but he got to watch the team grow into something that it once was: something great. They’ve had their share of loss and strife but it finally seemed like they had come so far and the only direction they can go is up.

the nerves set in as he looked around, anywhere to ease them. His eyes automatically went to the team banner, black with the simple word ‘fly’ written over it, where all the school and their supporters were watching. he went down the line quickly but the wave of a hand caught his eye. his eyes shifted back and felt that familiar grin on him.

it was you.

“c’mon suga! You can do it!”

and so he did.

once the final ball hit the ground, the room was quiet with shock. it had been tight for most of the game but no one really expected this outcome. they were going to nationals. daichi, suga, and asahi embraced, taking in the satisfying feeling of victory.

after the awards ceremony, you were buzzing with excitement for them, trying to calmly follow the rest of the crowd out of the gym. you could tell they were somewhere along the hallway as another crowd formed to congratulate the winning team. you weaved in and out of it, even getting on your toes to see if you could spot a familiar head of gray hair.

you finally caught a glance at him from afar, his smile growing as his eyes locked onto yours.

“y/n!”

you mimicked his expression and found your feet moving quicker than your brain could process. he put in the same amount of haste to meet you in the middle. you both stopped at about an arm’s length away from each other. his flushed cheeks and slightly red but glistening eyes held your smile as you decided to speak first.

“hey, kou.”

“hey, sugar.”

another minute couldn’t be wasted as you finally crashed into one another. it felt better to hold somebody that you knew and genuinely loved. you could be sure that he felt the same way as he held your body tightly against him.

heyo haikyuu night! send any requests right here..

#haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara oneshot #sugawara fluff #sugawara angst #tommybaholland

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autumn-writes · 3 years

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Hello mod mahiru! I love ur writing.

Can we have a nagito having a child with ultimate hope s/o?

sure thing, nonnie! i hope you enjoy this! do tell me if this isn't to your liking <3. reader and naggy will have a son, by the way.

Nagito Komaeda having a child with Ultimate Hope! S/O

✧ Nagito couldn't believe that he was actually married to the Ultimate Hope. He was so happy! Looks like his luck really helped him with this one.

✧ Being married to you was one thing, but when you tell him you're pregnant with his child? He's over the moon!

✧ Nagito holds you so lovingly that night, crying in happiness at the good news.

✧ So from then on, Nagito is sure to take care of you and watch over you.

✧ He brings you your every need and want. Food, water, or something expensive, he can and will get them for you.

✧ If you have any weird pregnancy cravings, Nagito will give them to you albeit a bit weirded in a way? I mean, how is peanut butter and bitter gourd supposed to taste good? But whatever makes you happy.

✧ He understands your mood swings and is able to tolerate them.

✧ Whenever you say random things out of nowehere, Nagito finds them amusing and he even just goes along with them sometimes.

✧ "Naggy..." "Yes dear?" "I feel bad for the blanket :( it keeps us warm but we don't do anything to warm the blanket up :(" "I know, dear. If you'd like, we could hug the blanket to keep it warm."

✧ Very gentle with you! If you're hurt, he gets super worried that it's a bit overbearing at times, but he just cares for you and wants you and your child to be safe!

✧ The day when you two find out about your child's gender isn't exactly a day Nagito minds. He doesn't care if you have a son or a daughter, hell he could care less if you two have twins! Just more bundles of joy to enter your family!

✧ Results were that you guys were having a son. Nagito was very happy! I mean, he still would've been even if you guys had a girl, he's just happy about knowing his child's gender.

✧ You two start preparing the baby room.

✧ You both start painting, decorating, and adding furniture in the room.

✧ Seeing the progress of your baby room, Nagito is reminded of the fact that you both are actually having a child. He ends up feeling so giddy the entire day.

✧ When the time for you to go into labor arrives, he has mixed emotions. He's happy, excited and nervous at the same time.

✧ Nagito holds onto your hand the whole time during delivery.

✧ When he hears the wails from his baby? Nagito is crying tears of joy.

✧ You both have a son that is full of so much hope!

✧ The nurses are quick to clean up your baby and wrap them up in a clean sky blue sheet before handing your son over to you.

✧ You hold onto your child as both you and Nagito look at your newborn son, cooing at them as you gently rock them from side to side.

✧ Nagito is very protective over you and your son. With his luck being what it is, he's worried something bad happens to you both!

✧ So you have Nagito by you and your son's side almost all the time to watch over you two. But after a while, he stops worrying a bit.

✧ If you're tired, Nagito has no problem handling your son's needs! He will change their diaper, feed them, bathe them and change them of their little clothes.

✧ Waking up in the middle of the night is something you both are still getting used to, but it's not like you two mind.

✧ Chances of Nagito spoiling your son? High. He has the money to do so, so he buys toys!

✧ Late-night talks between you and Nagito mostly consist of talking about the future with your son you're excited about.

✧ You two take care of your son very well!

✧ As your son grows, you two try to figure out what talent they have. Of course, you let them take things at their own pace. Both of you are just curious.

✧ As the Ultimate Hope, your son is exposed to your hopeful nature! Which is something they end up picking up over the years.

✧ And when they grow up, your son is full of hope and love for their parents!

✧ Nagito legit thinking your child's talent is Ultimate Hope now

✧ You and Nagito now have a tiny, loving, and hopeful family!

here it is, anon! i'm so sorry this took a while. i was celebrating with my family for a bit, so my schedule wasn't exactly the best,, but i'm back! i hope you enjoyed this!! if you'd like me to re-write this, please don't be afraid to tell me!

eat your meals, dear! don't overwork yourself, stay hydrated, and stay safe!

#nagito komaeda x reader #nagito headcanons #sdr2 x reader #mod mahiru writes #mod mahiru

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thenightgazer · 3 years

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A Long Way Home

While still trapped in the Underworld, Dante and Vergil have to resolve their family issue. One that can't be solved only by swords and guns.

It's been two years since Red Grave incident, one week after Christmas, and still no news about Dante and Vergil. That leaves Nero terribly upset, but little did he know that miracle will come to him very soon.

Merry Christmas @nibbbs! Surprise surprise, I’m your secret santa from @dmcsecretsanta! Hopefully you enjoy the gift I wrote for you! Happy reading and happy holiday!

You can also read it on my AO3!

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The Underworld has never been this quiet before.

That forsaken place is the real no man’s land; always boisterous with fights between demons to take over the throne of the Underworld. Be it a slaughter between lower demons or higher demons, they couldn’t care less. Their primal instinct is just craving more power and of course, human flesh. But since the portal to cross into the human world isn’t always unfolded, cannibalism is ineluctable. It’s either eat or be eaten. It’s bound to happen and demons don’t have any choices but to yield to the Underworld’s natural law. Surviving and escaping the Underworld seems like an absurd fantasy for humans, even for demons as well.

Which is why voluntarily jumping into the depth of the Underworld to save the world is considered to be a valiant and honorable act, yet also frivolously lunatic.

Well, for Dante, lunatic sounds like his middle name, if he ever had one.

He chuckles by the thought of that.

“What are you laughing at?” Dante’s problematic twin brother Vergil snarls.

“Nothing,” Dante closes his eyes. “Just having a weird thought.”

Vergil replies nothing. He shows no interest in Dante's daydream, but that’s just probably because he’s too tired to even think of a reply. The twins couldn’t count how many days have passed since they cut the Qliphoth tree down. They spared and killed any demons nearby, exploring other regions of the Underworld simply because they are bored and need some time to rebound their lost time as brothers. Now, exhaustion forces them to take some rest. They lean side by side on the scorched desert, staring at the perpetual black sky while restoring their energy.

Dante can sense a demon’s presence not too far from where he is right now, but that presence fades eventually. “You feel that too, Verge?”

“I do,” Vergil murmurs. “The words have been spoken, I presume. That they better not to disturb us if they still want to live.”

“Well, once we recover, they’re going to die anyway.”

Vergil’s short hum speaks of his concurrence.

Dante shifts his hands under his head as he glances to his brother. Vergil stiffly lies on the ground with Yamato on his chest while his hands gripping on it. He might close his eyes but Dante knows his brother can still attack his opponent while closing his eyes. As hard as a steel, this old bastard, Dante amuses at his idea. “Rest means relaxing, bro. You don’t have to be on guard all the time.”

“I’m preparing for any attack.”

“It’s not like there is a demon near us at this moment.”

“Have some self-consciousness, Dante. You could attack me at any time, given a chance.”

Dante wakes up straight away. “Why would I wanna attack you?!”

“There’s always a possibility.”

“Says the guy who always has the intention to kill me, huh,” Dante lies back again. “Seriously, Verge. Just for five minutes, stop thinking and go to sleep. Bet it’s been a while since you have a proper sleep, right?”

Neither show any agreement or disagreement, Vergil turns his head to Dante. “Why are you still awake then?”

“Huh? To keep an eye on you, of course. Who knows you’d do some weird shit outta there again.”

Vergil curves a smirk, then turns his eyes to the dark sky again. “I see. You are also scared of me attacking you while you’re asleep, aren’t you? We’re twins, after all.”

“I don’t-” Dante almost bite his mouth.. “Man, you’re as sharp and annoying as you always have been.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“Yeah right.”

And there’s silence again. It’s been days, or weeks, since the last time Dante hears any demonic voices around him. To be honest, he kind of expects their appearance. He likes talking to Vergil, but the older brother has an issue in healthy communication. Hell, Vergil is a difficult person and Dante wonders if the eldest children around the world are always like this. But Dante realizes he is also no expert in social interaction, and fighting is also the only thing they both are good at. Vergil would talk a little bit much when fighting, even if it’s mostly taunting and mocking Dante, yet it’s better than having Vergil succumb to the dark side again.

“By the way,” Dante breaks the ice. “Are you ready now to tell me who’s the lucky girl a.k.a Nero’s mom?”

Vergil draws the Yamato above Dante’s throat. “One more word, and I’ll cut you into pieces.”

“C’moooon! I’m curious!”

The Yamato is now touching Dante’s skin. “Final warning, Dante.”

Dante flicks the Yamato’s blade. “Fine. Whenever you’re ready, bro. You might not want to tell me, but you owe that to Nero. He’s your son. He deserves to know.”

Vergil sheathes Yamato, scoffing at Dante’s warning. “It’s not like I’m going back to the human world.”

“Well, we HAVE to!”

“Pray tell why I should agree with you.”

“I have a shop to run and there’s a new menu at my favorite pizza parlor. You should try it, by the way. And you got a lot to explain to Nero. You don’t wanna be a deadbeat like Father, right? Though you kinda already are all this time.”

“You know it better than anyone else that I didn’t know Nero’s existence until you told me so.”

“Which is more reason why you have to come back to the human world soon. You can say you don’t need to catch up with Nero but I know you want it. You left him your frigging book; the same one you didn’t allow me to borrow. Dear ol’ Vergil got some soft spots for his son, huh?”

Vergil turns his back from Dante like a sulking child, ignoring his younger twin’s laughter. As expected from a cold man like him, he won’t ever admit that every single of Dante’s words is true. Again, a long and neglected fear consumes him. What’s fatherhood for a man who ran out of place and time like him anyway? Is there any chance for him to fix his family? Getting back in terms with Dante is one thing, but with Nero, the son he had never met before his escapement from the Underworld? Does he even have a right to call him his son after all he had done to him?

After quite long of silence and battle with himself, Vergil murmurs a question to Dante. “How old is he?”

Dante almost squealed if only he didn’t remember not to ruin Vergil’s mood or else they won’t have any friendly conversation anymore. “Nero? Twenty-something, I guess. Haven’t asked him myself.”

“How did you meet each other?”

“Long short story, some weird-ass cult that worshipped our father as a god turned out evil and wanted to use our father’s power to rule the world-”

“The Order of the Sword?”

“Right! You did your research! Nero was one of them but rebelled after they kidnapped his girlfriend and killed her brother. I came to Fortuna to retrieve the Sparda sword and apparently your kid was able to summon the Yamato and I got the picture already. He got white hair, he summoned Yamato, tried to kill me repeatedly, stab me with Rebellion and Yamato, craving for more power to save his beloved. I wondered where he got that from, by the way~”

A hint of smirk curves in Vergil’s mouth.

“Then we worked together to save Fortuna from a pope who was obsessed with our Father and destroyed the island. We succeeded and brought peace. Nero got his girlfriend back, and we established the branch of Devil May Cry in Fortuna. The end.”

“A heartwarming, and very unoriginal story.”

“You think I made up that story?”

“Didn’t say that. I am merely implying that I heard stories similar to your experience.”

“Hell knows you are the coldest person alive, but you are a terrible liar. You are a man of pride, after all. Lying doesn’t suit you.”

“I can tell thousands of lies as I please, if only that’s necessary,” Vergil takes a brief look at Dante’s mischievous face. “But I won’t, if it’s concerning my son.”

Is this really the Vergil I used to know? Dante can’t hold his grin while elbowing his brother. “Starting to feel like a real dad, huh?”

“Silence.”

“Admitting that you love your son won’t do any harm, Verge.”

“I-” Vergil stumbles upon his own words. He growls impatiently, hurrying himself to get up and sit down as he wipes his face frustratedly. “We’re not having this conversation anymore.”

“Why? Just because you can’t admit that you grew care for your son?”

“Because I’m a terrible person!”

That was the most honest words that came from Vergil, if anything, ever. When was the last time he showed his vulnerable side like this? Even as V, crumbling and dying slowly, he didn’t even spare Dante any sign of defeat and regret. Dante gets up, clapping Vergil’s shoulder. “Only if you still want to destroy the world and kill your own family, then maybe I’d call you the worst shit in the world too.”

Vergil shakes his head. “If only…”

“Huh?”

“Had I known I have a son back then…” Vergil says bitterly. “I would never leave him. I would never go pursuing power or raising that foolish tower and this ridiculous tree…” he points to the remains of Qliphoth tree with his sword. “I would have a better chance to be… a good father for him…”

Regret always comes late, isn’t it? The ‘if onlys’ never come at the front of the mind, merely whispering behind the head but never appearing into the surface before regret comes. Vergil knows that, but never really understands it until Dante tells him that Nero- the very man whose arm was ripped by him and still willing to help him in every way- is his own flesh and blood. His priority was to seal the gate of the Underworld and cut the Qliphoth tree, so that Nero and the rest of the human world are safe and sound. He will stay in the Underworld to redeem himself, for he thinks he has no place in the human world for all he has done. He planned to create a portal to the human world after he fixed things up with Dante to kick him out from the Hell with force, because he knows Dante won’t leave him alone again and will do anything to drag Vergil out from the Underworld. The plan is simple. It should have been easy to execute.

Yet ever since Vergil landed at this hellhole, his steps are getting heavier as time goes on. A haunting voice inside his head kept telling him to come back to Nero as soon as he finished his job cutting Qliphoth roots. Another sound tells him he should stay longer here with Dante to catch up with their sibling bound. The third sound, more demanding and urging, tells him to stay in the Underworld forever as a redemption.

“Y’know, bro,” Dante folds his legs as he seizes the Yamato from Vergil’s hand and puts it on the ground, which dismays Vergil. “Gotta admit that I wanted to kill you because I wanted to free you from evil, and get rid of Nero’s burden of having you as his father. Though he proved to us that we are just a bunch of nonsensical idiots who got unsolved sibling problems between us-”

“I am not an idiot!”

“You might have scored higher on the Math test than me but you’re still an idiot!” Dante barks. “Anyway that’s not my point! What I mean to say is, as much as I hate your dumb-as-rock head, you’re still my brother. And it’s never too late to fix things up.”

Vergil scoffs and takes his sword back to his embrace again. “How can you be so sure?”

“I blamed you, y’know, for that day” Dante admits, his eyes getting darker and the carefree vibe in his voice is gradually gone. “For not rescuing me and Mother.”

Vergil streaked at that confession. “What do you mean?”

“You thought Mother only saved me and left you behind while she died searching for you,” Dante woefully chuckles. “But for me, on that day, I thought you would come to rescue us.”

“I was planning to-”

“She could have hid with me in the closet until you come to save us. That’s what I thought back then when she died, and you never came back. I thought you left us, before I heard one of them say they had you killed. There I was; frightened and thinking that I was alone. My mother and brother died. No one could save me but myself. I was blaming you for running away that day. If you didn’t, we could have defeated them all and protected our home.”

“Or, we could have died. All of us.”

“Exactly. Instead of blaming you, I blamed myself for picking a fight with you. Should’ve left you and your book alone,” Dante stands up, spinning the Ivory before shooting a flying demon that approaches them. “I lived by loathing myself, until I met you again in that cursed church, remember? I was genuinely happy to see you.”

“I remember,” Vergil nods slowly, recalling a blurry picture of their younger selves. “You said you are a devil hunter and will be filthy rich someday.”

“Still waiting for that day, actually. Yet you fucker started being a dick, saying shits about power and stuff,” Dante’s harsh voice trembles slightly. “I thought we could start over as a family, but you decided to fucking stay in the Underworld. I couldn’t save you at the gate of the Underworld. I couldn’t save you at Mallet Island. I could save everyone else, but not my own family.”

Vergil raises up. His arm is reaching Dante’s shoulder, but it never touches him. His hesitation is rational, for he knows words can’t describe how Dante must have felt towards Vergil. Hatred might be the wrong word; it sounds too soft. Too lenient, too merciful.

One could tell it’s disappointment, Vergil gets his answer as Dante turns over to face him. The mischievous little brother side of Dante has gone as he aims his gun at Vergil. It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. Let alone a family.

Dante wails horridly. “Always the quiet one, ain’t cha? Remember how our parents always told me to be quiet like you? ‘Why can’t you just behave like Vergil?’ Guess what? At least I’m not the one who fucked the world up and ripped off my son’s arm-”

“Dante-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Dante’s grip on Ivory is slightly trembling as he snaps. “I’ve been through shits too, Vergil. I missed Father and Mother. I missed you, for fuck sake! After all this time I believed I killed you in Mallet Island, then you came out of nowhere to destroy the world. I came out with the conclusion that you didn’t even change a bit, just an egomaniacal who thinks the world only revolves around him. I needed to kill you again because I don’t want my nephew to kill his own father. Don’t you fucking realize how maddening was that?!”

A bullet passes through Vergil’s head. The older hybrid stands still without any intention to return the attack, only wiping the blood from his forehead. I don’t have the right to be irritated, he reminds himself while his mouth forms a bitter grimace as Dante puts the gun on Vergil’s forehead, ready to pull the trigger anytime soon. For a second Vergil can sense Dante is going to lose his temper as he catches a glimpse of red flash in Dante’s eyes. Ever since they were kids, Vergil was always aware that Dante in his total wrath is dangerous. A ticking bomb , Vergil recalls what their father said about Dante’s anger as he watches the raging fire in Dante’s eyes ignite until it’s slowly fading.

“But I changed my mind again,” Dante continues. “Instead of blaming you and carrying on the bad blood, I choose to start over. And that’s how I can be sure,” he pokes Vergil’s head with the gun before putting it back into his coat. “That everyone deserves a second chance and it’s never too late to fix what you have done.”

The red devil yawns as he slams himself on the ground again, stretching his hands before he closes his eyes. “Sorry for raising my voice. It’s just impossible to use soft words whenever I’m talking to a stubborn jackass like you.”

He opens one of his eyes to see what Vergil would react. His older brother sighs heavily, sitting beside Dante’s lying body and puts his katana on the ground. For a man with a soul of a true warrior like Vergil, putting weapons down on the ground is a sign of defeat. Which is the reason why he was slightly aggravated when Dante seized the Yamato and put it on the ground as if he told Vergil to surrender. It should be a humiliating act, but for once Vergil throws his pride away.

Because you are right, Dante.

“Dante,” he calls his brother. This time there’s no hostility in his voice, only sincerity and repentance. “I am ever so sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Dante smirks playfully. “Why do you think I’m here if I still hold a grudge against you?”

“I mean it,” Vergil emphasizes. “Truthfully. For everything I have done… and my sincere gratitude for taking good care of my son while I wasn’t there for him.”

“Honestly, Verge. Forget it. I only do what I have to do.”

Watching his little brother finally howls in laughter, a surge of warmth fills Vergil’s veins as he joins the laughter. It’s comforting, since they can’t remember the last time they laugh together without any fight and bad blood. I barely remember how it feels like to have a family, Vergil chuckles while Dante kicks Vergil’s knee mischievously. Was it always this… warm?

“Dante.”

“Yup?”

“I think we should go back to the human world now.”

Dante whistles in joy. “Ready to meet your grandkids?”

“Do tell me the truth,” Vergil growls, impetuously tugs Dante’s collar. “Are you serious about grandchildren or you just make it up?”

“For fuck sake, Verge! Didn’t you know that already when you ripped your son’s arm?”

“I didn’t pay much attention... I can only recall a voice of woman called Nero for dinner- not the voice of that mouthful friend of Nero-”

“Yeah that was Kyrie. Your soon-to-be daughter in law. Anyway they adopted kids called Carlo, Kyle, and Julio,” Dante pats Vergil’s shoulder with pride and teasing manner. “Congratulations, you’re officially a grandpa! What a fine day for revelation!”

As if my life could get any worse, Vergil grinds his teeth in frustration as he releases Dante from his grip. “How unfortunate.”

“C’mon, swing that flimsy sword of yours and make a portal to the human world. We got plenty of things to do! I gotta pay those bills, refurbish my shop, return Kalina Ann to Lady, and buy a birthday present for Patty.”

“Rather a cumbersome list you got there, Dante.”

“What can I say? I’m a busy man! Now get your ass up, old man! Nero’s waiting!”

---

It’s already two fucking years.

Nero was never a believer. There’s no such thing as a miracle, he told himself. Protecting Kyrie and the kids is an endless responsibility that bestowed upon him. There’s nothing he won’t do for their happiness and safety, even if it means to cost his own well-being. He relies on nobody but himself. He doesn’t pray. He never tries to exceed any expectation, because hope is a dangerous and fragile thing. Hope bothers him, and he hates to be bothered.

Yet, lately, he almost surrendered by the temptation to hold some hope.

What hope? Nero rejects his own thought. For those douchebags to return safely? Gimme a break.

Sitting in his garage and polishing the Red Queen, Nero takes a brief look at the snowy ground outside of the house where the children are building a snowman. He grins at Kyle who waves at him; the youngest from the three children he adopted, who’s now taller and braver than he used to be when he found the little boy searching for some scraps at Fortuna’s slum. Nero chuckles when a glimpse of a picture of Vergil meeting Kyrie and the boys pops out from his head. Would they be pleased to meet him? Would Vergil be pleased to meet them? Would he himself be pleased to meet Vergil again? There’s no fucking way for them to coming back, Nero slaps himself. They either die or shit themselves in the Underworld. Probably fucking fighting again like toddlers.

Still, the thought of his father and uncle somehow return and meeting his little family is overwhelming. Nero can’t even hide his smile anymore. He throws away the rug he uses to wipe the blade and hangs the Red Queen on the wall.

Come to think of it, that fucker ripped off my arm in this garage too.

He lays a hard punch on the wall.

“Keep punchin’ the wall, and ya would destroy the house.”

Nero glances at his friend and partner in crime, Nico, who rests her back on the van and lights her cigarette. He still finds it strange to witness Nico in her winter outfit, a contrast to her usual tanktop and shorts she used to wear before winter comes. "How many times have I told you to smoke outside the house?”

“Ya blind or what? It’s cold outside!”

“Darn it, Nico! Then don’t smoke!”

“Too late~” Nico barks a laugh while blowing a smoke. “Anyway, why did you punch the wall like a madman?”

Nero shrugs nonchalantly. “Nothing. Just feeling like punching something.”

“Cut the bullshit. Ya missed yer old man, ain’t cha?”

“Buzz off, Nico.”

“Aaaaw, don’t be so meanie~”

“Seriously, Nico. Go bugger off someone else. I’m not in the mood for having a chit-chat.”

“Everyone’s worried, ya know,” Nico exhales exaggeratedly, pointing at the children outside. “Those lil’ brats asked me if somethin’ pissed ya off because ya look like ya wanted to punch someone in the face since the Christmas party last week.”

“I indeed want to punch a certain person,” Nero lets out a cackle. “But he’s not available at the moment.”

“Y’know, I’m not an expert of daddy and son shits, and yer dad is obviously not an ideal father, but it’s totally okay for ya to miss him. The jackass did save the world, at least.”

“Thanks, Nico. That’s so motivational. I’m deeply touched- ouch !” Nero swears when a sturdy plug lands on his head. “What the fuck Nico?!”

“Talk to Kyrie,” Nico lowers her voice. Her brash mouth always sounds kinder and empathetic when she talks about Kyrie. “Ya locked yerself in this garage the whole day! You’re making her worried, ya know?”

“I think you should double your eyeglasses. I didn’t lock myself. See that door? It’s unhinged, because I need to make sure the kids are alright.”

“Yeaaah whatever. Go talk to her, pretty boy. I’ll watch over the brats.”

“Fine…” Nero scratches his nape as he walks away from the garage. “Don’t let the kids go anywhere near my weapons!”

“Gotcha~!”

Nero never meant to worry anyone, of course. He lives a happy life; he married the love of his life, adopted a bunch of orphans whom he loved and took care of equally, and ran a business with his best friend whom he considered a big sister. The world is currently safe from danger. So what's to worry about?

His confusion disappears when he sees Kyrie’s figure covered in a thick blanket at the terrace. She smiles happily as the snow continues to fall and catches a drop on her palm. Nero feels like he could melt anytime he sees Kyrie’s soothing smile. He takes his time to watch her catching snow as he leans against the door, ignoring the cold breeze that sneaks inside his body. It doesn’t take a long time for Kyrie to be aware of Nero’s presence as she asks him to join her at the terrace.

“You should put your coat on, Nero. It’s cold here.” Kyrie speaks her concern while she wraps him with her blanket.

“Chill out. I’m fine,” Nero gives her a light peck on the forehead. His right hand envelopes Kyrie’s waist to give her a sense of comfort. “The kids are building snowmans back there. Been hours and who knows when they will stop.”

Kyrie giggles. “The more they grow up the more energetic they become! At least we don’t need to worry about how to get them to sleep on time. I believe they’ll get exhausted after play and filling their stomachs with delicious dinner would quicken their way to sleep!”

“You’re right.”

Kyrie looks up at her lover’s tensed face. She brushes the tip of Nero’s nose slightly to make him smile. That little maneuver always succeeded to cheer him up. Kyrie rests her head on Nero’s chest. “Are you not happy with the Christmas party last week? I know you hated surprises but-”

“No- I liked it! Really! You know we rarely celebrate things lately and last week was one of the best days in my life! How could I hate that?” Nero tightens his grip on Kyrie’s waist, gazing at Kyrie’s eyes deeply. “I’m happy, Kyrie. I’m happy here with our little family.”

“Then it must have something to do with your father and uncle, is it?”

“That obvious, huh?” Nero smirks bitterly. “I just… I don’t know. You know how Dante is. To think that he’s actually my uncle is… weird. Then I found out the man who screwed up Red Grave was his brother. My father. Vergil, he left me when I was a child… as V, he manipulated me to do his agenda. He reemerged and left me again. And Dante didn't even bother to tell me the fact before Vergil was back. That made me feel… kinda betrayed. It still doesn’t make any sense to me. I got a pair of dysfunctional family members and I don’t know what I should do if they come back. I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

The only parental figure Nero ever had was just Kyrie and Credo’s parents, and they didn’t even live that long to give little Nero more love and parental advice. Kyrie truly understands Nero’s struggle to accept his heritage and keep holding on his humanity. “Nero… do you forgive your father?”

“What?”

“I don’t mean to bring it up again, but after all the ill he caused to you, do you forgive him?”

The memory of him and Vergil on the top of the Qliphoth tree rises again. He succeeded in bringing some sense back to his father and the old man entrusted him his precious book- the one which Nero kept safely on the shelf- before jumping to Hell and finishing what he started. Vergil didn’t say much, but his promise… his damn promise!

“I won’t lose next time. Hold onto that until then.”

“I forgive him,” Nero admits. “I think… I just miss him. And Dante. I really want us to be a proper family. That's all.”

“Just as I thought,” Kyrie cups Nero’s jaw with her hands. “I’m glad that you’re honest with yourself. There’s nothing wrong with missing them. They might be flawed, but they are your family."

Nero carefully caresses his beloved hands as if he's afraid of hurting her. "I'm sorry I keep putting you to my demon lineage problem…"

"Hey, we talked about this. Demon or human, it's you I want to be with…" she kisses him on the lips. "I love you, Nero."

"I love you too." He returns the kiss deeper.

Nero wraps her around his arms, seeking comfort and warmth from her presence. Kyrie's words succeed in getting his head together. He can feel a degree of burden has left his shoulders as he finds himself finally letting go his worries. Kyrie is right. There's nothing wrong with missing those douchebags. They're my family-

"NERO!"

Nico appears out of nowhere at the terrace, panting and panicking like she ran for her life. Every single nerve inside Nero's body tells him that something wrong is happening, but the sassy smirk on Nico's face while she tries to breathe normally tells another thing. "You're not gonna believe me if I told you this-"

"Are the kids safe?" Kyrie asks anxiously.

"Yeah they're fine. They have company."

What the fuck? "Company? What are you talking about?!"

Nico rolls her eyes as she grabs both of Nero and Kyrie's hands. "Just follow me quickly!"

Nico seems excited… if it wasn't a danger, then what?

The children are giggling and shouting happily at something Nero can't see yet. But as soon as Nico delivers them in the backyard, he spots two familiar figures among the kids. The red-coated man joins them to decorate the snowman as he helps them crafting the pile of snow with stones and branches. He summons a cowboy hat and a shiny red scarf from thin air- which excites the kids- before he puts the hat on the snowman's head and wraps its neck with the scarf as the last touch. The children are applauding and hugging him, saying their gratitude and bombing him with questions on how he could summon stuff only from thin air. The cocky red man barks in laughter and tells them that he learns some magic tricks.

In a contrast to the red man, the blue-coated man stands a bit far from the crowd, facepalming and reluctant to do anything despite the children's curiosity as they glance at him and whisper their surprise on how similar his face is with the red man. Carlo states that the blue man is scary, and quickly hides behind the red man when the blue man hears his mutter and glares at the poor kid.

"C'mon, Verge, stop glaring at the kids! You're scaring them!" The red man chuckles.

Dante?

Vergil?

How-? Since when…?

"You…" Nero breathes heavily, barely trusts his vision. "You guys are alive…"

Dante grins and waves a salute at Nero. "Heya, kid! Miss me? I know we're late, but Merry Christmas!"

Kyrie holds her giggle when she catches Nero's dumbstruck face. She grips his hand and whispers him a word of advice. "Time to let your doubts go, Nero. They are here, at last."

Nero gives a nod, but his mouth isn't capable of forming any words. He reluctantly approaches Vergil, who seems nonchalant about his surroundings, if only Nero failed to catch his father's warm gaze as he stands before Vergil. A minute has passed and none of them say anything. Words cannot describe how they feel towards each other.

But Nero decides to solve the problem in Sparda's family old-fashioned style: punching his father hard right in the face.

There echoes Dante and Nico's laughter as Vergil's body lands violently on the ground, covered with snow.

The older son of Sparda can taste a metallic scent liquid dripping from his lips.

"That hurts," he murmurs and proceeds to get up as he wipes the blood from his mouth. "Two years and still have no manners, I see."

"Fuck you, old man!" Nero spats angrily.

Dante, still laughing at the picture of his brother getting sucker-punched by Nero, sloppily walks to approach them. He pats Nero's shoulder in pride. "You're doing the right thing, Nero. You gave him the right Christmas present-"

The legendary devil hunter gets a very lethal slap from his nephew before he finishes his sentence.

"And that's a present for you, deadweight!" The young devil hunter shouts.

The view of Dante and Vergil getting slammed by Nero only increases Nico's laughter.

"Why did Nero punch Mr. Dante and Mr. Vergil?" Carlo asks Kyrie. "Nero always punches bad people. Are they bad people?"

"Well… no, they are good people! Mr. Vergil is Nero's father and Mr. Dante is Nero's uncle," Kyrie chuckles to hide her worry and struggles to find the correct way to explain the situation. "They haven't met for a very long time. Nero misses them so much that he… doesn't know what to do anymore. But punching people doesn't solve problems, so don't ever do that, okay?"

The kids nod obediently despite not completely understanding the circumstances.

"Can we stop Nero from punching them, Kyrie?" asks Julio, the oldest one from the three. "Family doesn't hurt each other, right?"

"Nah, don't worry. They will stop soon," Nico says as he points at the three hybrids. "Let 'em get the reunion they deserve."

They become calm and smiling at the sight of Nero bringing his father and uncle in a tight embrace together as the young man lets out a cry.

"You both are full of shits and stinky… like a scavenger…" Nero sobs, his teeth grinding hard. "At least take a shower before you show up, dumbass…!"

Dante sneers as he taps Nero’s back. “Yeah, I miss you too.”

The red devil glares at his twin. Say something to your son!

Vergil, unmoved and stiff, doesn’t know how to react from this awkward embrace. He feels uncomfortable, yet finds himself melting between this fuzzy feeling. “Nero…”

“Shut up,” Nero interrupts while breaking his embrace and burying his teary eyes on his palm. “Just fucking shut up.”

“Forgive me,” the blue devil insists to continue. “For leaving you again.”

“Yeah yeah, just shut up...”

Nero jolts by the unexpected weight on his head; Vergil’s hand ruffles his hair as he curves a very subtle smile.

“I’m proud of you, son.”

Oh how Nero wanted to punch him again, if only he could bring himself to.

“Uhm…” Kyrie comes to Nero’s rescue as she smiles politely to the twins. “I’m sorry to interrupt this reunion. It’s dinner time and… we would be very happy if the two of you join us for supper.”

“We’d be glad!” Dante accepts cheerfully. “Nero once told me you cook the best meal in Fortuna!”

“Shut up, Dante!” Nero grunts. He remembers he hasn’t told the twins that Kyrie and him are married. He pulls Kyrie closer and holds her hand firmly. “Anyway, Father. This is my wife, Kyrie. Kyrie, this is Vergil. My father.”

Kyrie smiles warmly at Vergil. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Vergil.”

Vergil appreciates Kyrie’s bravery and gives his sincerest nod of approval. There is not a single hint of fright from Kyrie as he recalls how people tend to tremble and stutter in fear whenever they talk to him. He can see why Nero loves her and is very protective towards her. “Thank you for taking good care for my son all this time.”

“Sorry for missing your wedding party, babe. We’ve been busy cleaning up Hell,” Dante grins at Kyrie. “Congratulations. My nephew is lucky to have you as his wife.”

“Can you shut up already?” spats Nero, feeling terribly embarrassed.

“I’m hungry~!” Nico shouts mischievously. “Let’s continue inside! It’s damn freezin’ out here!”

Kyrie gives the twins a final nod as she invites them to come inside the house. She runs to the kitchen with Nico while Nero gathers the kids to enter the house. Dante chuckles like a cocky cool uncle when Julio asks him to do another magic trick, and the little chuckle turns into a bigger laughter when he sees Vergil’s hand tucked in Kyle’s hand as the youngest child calls him Grandpa Vergil.

“Grandpa’s hand is cold!” Kyle says, unaware of Vergil’s death glare. “Once you eat Kyrie’s food, you’ll be warm in no time!”

“Let go of my hand, little rascal.” Vergil scoffs, uncomfortable by the strange kindness from the little child.

Kyle laughs and keeps guiding him to the kitchen. The food is prepared and everyone is about to get their seats. Carlo drags a chair beside Dante’s seat and shyly asks Vergil to sit there, which Vergil accepts.

“Starting to feel like coming back home?” Dante asks his brother.

“This is not bad.”

“I’ve contacted Lady and Trish. They will be here soon,” Nico says as she puts the cigarette on the ashtray. “Lady said something about returning her Kalina Ann. Trish gave her regards, and said that ya need to pay the rent as soon as possible.”

“Damn… those devilish ladies…” Dante buries his face on the table.

“Your office looks like shit without you.” Nero sneers at Dante.

Further family resolvement can wait. Now let them enjoy their first family dinner for the first time. Christmas might have passed a week ago, but Nero thinks his most valuable present had just arrived today. He still wants to beat the shit out of his father and uncle for some unknown reasons, but it can wait for later. His eyes meet Vergil’s, and his father forms a warm smile to him. He never says much, Nero knows that, but he can give him time to adjust in the human world.

Amidst the chants and chatter in the house, unbeknownst to each other, the three descendants of Sparda secretly hope that this rare moment can last forever.

#dmcsecretsanta #dmc #devil may cry #dante #vergil #nero #kyrie #nico #nero x kyrie #night writes #nibbbs

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Love bites || (6)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader [currently]

warnings: violence, angst, typos, cursing.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

A/N: I just finished the part 6 and decided to give it to all, happy? Not my favorite part to be honest, not very confident about this one but i hope y’all are going to enjoy it!

part five || masterlist || part seven

The sun disappeared, the darkness was now surrounding the island as you entered Kiara’s bedroom to look at yourself in the mirror: examining your outfit. The witch glanced at you from her bed, where she was sitting.

“You’re beautiful.” She complimented. “You’re okay? You seem a bit nervous, Y/N.” You sighed, glancing at the brunette’s reflection through the mirror.

“I don’t know.” You turned around. “I don’t like lying to my friends, hiding things from them.” You laughed nervously. “And tonight, i’m going to steal from them and violate their privacy.” You sighed again, moving closer to the bed through the monologue. “So much happened to me last week, it’s still hard to accept it. Waking up everyday feels strange, because nothing makes sense anymore, it feels like a constant daydream or nightmare. This isn’t supposed to be real, it can’t be real—” You whined, rubbing your face. “It is real, this is my life.” You paused, licking your lips and looking away. “I’ve been complaining a lot recently. I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, look at me.” She said and you did. “It’s understandable, you’ve been through a lot. It’s not easy at first but trust me, you’re gonna get used to it.” You nodded, crossing your arms. “And, you’re not alone!” She added with a smile. “I’m here, we are here.”

Last week has been tough, exhausting, interesting and exciting. You wanted, needed to learn more about this brand new world who intrigued and scared you at the same time. Which means you started hanging out with the Pogues: especially Kiara & JJ. You became friends with the whole crew, the brunette already having a special place in your heart after only a few days.

“Alright, Y/N!” JJ shouted from the hallway, walking towards the bedroom with determination. “The party already started, we should probably—” He paused, getting lost in your eyes as soon as he entered his friend’s bedroom. “I—” He swallowed hard, looking down at your outfit, admiring the makeup and hair on his way back to your eyes.

Kiara smirked. “Isn’t she beautiful?” She asked him, glancing back and forth between the two of you. “JJ?”

“I— Yeah.” He murmured. “Beautiful.” He confirmed, looking straight at you with adoration. Kiara chuckled lightly, bringing him back to earth. “I— We need to go.” He shook his head, looking down. “You’re ready?” You nodded. “Good, good, good.” He sighed, looking back at the brunette. “I need to talk with Kie about something. Wait for me downstairs.”

“Okay…” You said, frowning.

You were clearly confused on the way out, the blond boy looking at you as you walked to the stairs, waiting for you to be downstairs before turning back to his best friend: who couldn’t stop smiling.

“You need to stop doing this!” He whisper-yelled at the witch. “I’m serious, Kie.” He sighed, looking back at the hallway with worry. “We are friends, nothing more and—”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She said innocently. “I was complimenting her, nothing else.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think she looks beautiful tonight?”

“I do! Fuck—” He said frustrated, running a hand through his messy hair. “Of fucking course. She looks beautiful all the time.” Kiara laughed at him, enjoying the sudden vulnerability. “Shut up!” It was new.

“You need to tell her the truth, JJ.” She suggested. “Come on, it’s been so long—” JJ groaned, walking out of the room. “Okay… Be careful!” Kiara yelled, rolling her eyes. “But this conversation isn’t over!”

———————————————————————

“...It’s okay.” You reassured him. “You don’t have to come with me, JJ.” You were both walking towards the mansion, passing the cars on the driveway. “It’s too dangerous for you to be here.”

He scoffed, clearly not impressed. “I’m coming.” He said, looking at the house with disgust: the music a bit audible from the outside. “I won’t come inside, obviously. I’m going to stay outside, look and listen, to make sure everything—”

“What about Ward?” You asked, stopping. He turned around to look at you, both hands hidden in his pockets as he shrugged his shoulders. “I think it’s a bit suspicious to walk around his house while everyone is inside—”

“Relax, Y/N.” He said, walking up to you. “I’m staying to make sure nothing happens to anyone, especially you.” You smirked. “If i see anything weird, or Ward’s car coming or Rafe—”

You frowned. “What about him?” You asked. “He’s not the problem, he’s not gonna do anything to me or anyone, JJ. We just have to make sure he doesn’t see me in there.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” He sighed. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I won’t touch your precious boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Be careful, don’t get caught.”

“I’ll try.” You said, turning around and walking towards the front door, the blond boy following your steps. “Or i’ll have to fuck with him again.” You teased, laughing. “I’m just ki—” You paused, glancing at him, noticing his annoyed expression. “I— Nevermind. Don’t do anything stupid, JJ.”

Finally: you entered the house discreetly. You looked for someone, a familiar face through the crowd: Rafe or Topper. After five minutes, you moved to the living room, ignoring the dancers and smokers around on the way.

“Fuck!” Rafe screamed with enthusiasm. “Hey, Y/N! Look everyone, it’s the Kook Princess!” He added with a smile.

Something’s up, you thought. You walked towards him, looking at the tall boy on the couch. Rafe was talking with some women and men: mostly strangers. You sighed, looking down at the coffee table: noticing the cocaine all over it.

“Hey, Rafe.” You said. “What’s going on here? I thought you weren’t doing or selling drugs anymore.” Everyone looked at you weirdly, the Kook boy standing up to talk. “What is—”

“Do you know where—” He wiped his nose. “Have you seen Topper?” He asked, ignoring your last sentence. “Hey, hey, hey.” He wrapped one arm around your shoulder. “Where have you been? It’s been a week!” He laughed nervously, forehead covered with sweat and pupils going crazy. “Hanging out with Pogues, huh?”

“Rafe…” You whined, not in the mood for this conversation. “I— I don’t know where Topper is.” You looked around, searching for the blond Kook through the crowd. “I’m gonna look for him.”

You moved away from him. “Wait!” He shouted, following you in the living room. “We— We need to talk about something.” He sighed, licking his lips. “I— What happened last week? Why are you doing this?”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?” He rolled his eyes. “Rafe— I need to use the bathroom, we’ll talk later.”

You left him alone: going straight to the office. You wanted to leave this party, which means you had to deal with this right now and people were too busy doing their own thing to notice anything: thankfully. You entered the room, locking the door behind you. You walked straight to the painting, moving it carefully and sighing at the sight of the box.

“Shit.” You whispered. “What’s the fucking code?” You asked yourself. “Rafe’s birthday? Sarah’s birthday? Rose—” You paused, searching for the answer. “Their mom’s birthday.” You remembered the date: after learning it from Rafe in the past. “Yes!” You shouted, opening it.

You weren't expecting this: weapons, books, money, papers and old pictures. This looked insane. You took your phone out: taking pictures of the inside, texting them to JJ. You sighed, grabbing something off the box: Ward’s journal, bingo. You opened it, going through the pages.

“What the fuck.” You murmured, noticing familiar names: such as your father, mother and JJ Maybank. “Shit, not him—” You noticed the word suspicious next to it.

You looked at the pages attentively, taking pictures and sending them to the blond vampire right away. You needed to leave: stress washing you over. You turned around, glancing at the weapons and other things inside before standing up: throwing the journal back in. You examined the photos, noticing a few familiar faces: Rafe’s grandparents, there were a part of this, obviously.

Someone knocked on the door. “Y/N?” Rafe called. “What the fuck are you doing in my dad’s office?” You groaned: someone probably saw you, after all. “Let me in!”

You turned around, closing the box and cleaning the mess before walking to the door: unlocking it. “Hey, calm down!” You said, the Kook boy pushing you while walking in. “I just— I needed some alone time.”

Rafe scoffed, frustrated. “In Ward’s office, Y/N? Really?” You hummed, closing the door and leaning against it. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting so weird lately!”

You laughed nervously. “Says the man on cocaine.” He grimaced. “I’m disappointed. I can’t leave you alone for more than two seconds—” He laughed too. “That’s not funny, Rafe!”

“You’re overreacting!” He shouted. “You’re not my mother. I take care of myself!” You snorted, rolling your eyes. “I’m not joking with you!” He yelled, the aggressive tone making you tremble. “You don’t care about anyone, but yourself.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, hurt. “I’ve always been there for you, Rafe! We’ve been friends for years! I had to take care of you so many times, without complaining or anything—”

“You don’t have time for your friends anymore, Y/N!” He cut off. “You’re too busy hanging out with Pogues!” You sighed, head falling against the wooden door. “You don’t call or text, it’s like we never existed.”

“I’m not allowed to have other friends?” You asked, raising your voice as well. “I wanted to leave the Kook life for a few days, try new things, meet new people! I needed this! They are really nice people, JJ—” He clenched his jaw at the mention of the blond vampire, grabbing yours firmly before slamming your head against the door. “Rafe, stop—” You cried, the sudden pain making you whine, both hands moving directly to his wrist. “You’re hurting me.”

“Don’t even talk about him!” He said. “I can’t believe it, you’re fucking with Maybank, a dirty Pogue.” You frowned, struggling under his grip. “I knew something was wrong at the country club the other day.” He chuckled, ignoring the fear in your eyes. “You’re such a—” He paused, getting interrupted by an object breaking the window next to the two of you, the impact and sound making him jump back.

“Fuck.” You murmured, touching your jaw. “Don’t even—“ He walked closer. “Stay away from me, Rafe!” You yelled glancing at the Kook boy, who was slowly realizing what he just did. “Leave me alone!” You added as he tried to approach you again. “Don’t touch me!”

“Y/N…” He said, raising his hands in panic. He never meant to hurt you, he was losing control. “Listen—” You opened the door, running away from him. “Y/N!” He called again, again and again. “Come back!”

You ran to the front door: pushing people on your way out, not caring about anything anymore: besides leaving this place. You flipped someone off as they were complaining, opening the door and going out in a rush. You wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks, sniffing and looking around: searching for JJ.

The blond boy appeared next to you. “We need to leave!” You said, sniffing again. “I— Please.” He looked angry, jaw and both fits clenched. “Ward knows something, we really need to leave.” You said, using the journal as an excuse.

“He touched you.” He murmured, glancing at the door and face. “This motherfucker touched you!” He yelled, moving towards it, getting pushed back as you stopped him. “I— I heard everything and—” He paused, huffing. “I couldn’t do anything else!”

“Wait.” You sighed. “The window, it was you? You didn’t had to—“ You paused, breathed in and out. “I’m not feeling well, can we please go home?”

“I had to do something!” He shouted, veins popping out on his neck. “I— I’m gonna kill him.” Your eyes widened. “You can’t let him—”

“He’s drunk and high!” You shouted back, increasing his anger, you shouldn’t be defending him but he’s still your best friend. “I know it’s not an excuse but—” You sniffed and looked down. “Please, take me home, JJ.” You begged, looking at him with tears in your eyes.

JJ remained silent, pulling you against his chest: both arms wrapping themselves around your waist. You started crying against his t-shirt, the sobs making him sigh.

“This— I’ll never let him touch you ever again.” He murmured against your hair, holding you tight. “Never, Y/N.”

Rafe Cameron just lost the only person he truly loved.

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kcrabb88 · 3 years

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Goodnight Boss

I wrote this little Ted Lasso piece as a gift for @librarianladyx, since today marks 11 years since we first met in library school, and she rescued me from a weird guy who was trying to flirt with me. This is her preferred genre of “nice people being nice to each other.” :D

This takes place in season 1 of Ted Lasso, in the wake of Ted’s panic attack and the return from the away game.

Ted sits and he sits and he sits. He sits long after everyone else has gone, the locker room eerily silent. He should go home, but he can't, not yet, when going home means being alone. He’s alone here too, technically, but not in the same way. Here, he can think of the game, and how no one thought they could win but they did, and in his apartment, he’d only be thinking about how empty it feels. Here, he can see moving images of the team in his mind's eye, and hear sounds, too. Sam's infectious smile. Roy's grunts of approval (or disapproval). Dani's laughter.

Beard left a while ago, tired from their trip and the long bus ride and giving Ted that look that wouldn’t be a look to anyone who didn’t know him, a look of concern, a look of what are you doing? But it is not in Beard’s nature to press, so he didn’t. Ted’s not even sure what he would say if Beard did press, both grateful and mortified as he was at Rebecca’s kindness after he came dashing out of the karaoke bar, sure of two things—that he was going to vomit and that he couldn’t breathe, though he did not vomit, and he could breathe. He was not mortified that she was kind to him, only that what happened happened so fast he could not name it, a soon-to-be divorced man reduced to that at the sound of a Disney song. Still, it wasn’t so ridiculous was it? The song was overplayed, but damn if it isn’t a banger.

You’re not quitting, you’re just letting me go.

The mental smoke of his now ex-wife’s words vanish at the sound of footsteps coming into the locker room. Particular, high-heeled footsteps.

Ted jumps out of his skin, nearly upsetting his chair and shouting in surprise. The person, who he realizes belatedly is Rebecca, shouts too.

“Sorry boss,” he says in apology. “I thought I was the only one here. Thought you might have been a ghost.”

That familiar smirkish smile curls at the edge of Rebecca’s mouth. “A ghost in high heels? I thought you took care of this club’s spirits already.”

“Well…” Ted leans back in his chair, gesturing at her to sit down. “First, I don’t know much about ghost footwear, and two, we sure did, but whose to say there aren’t more ghosts doing their haunting outside the treatment room? Don’t tell anyone I said that, though.”

Rebecca laughs softly, and something about the gentleness of nighttime brings out her kindness, he thinks, like she’s less fearful of being judged when the stars are out. She shifts in her chair, and he wonders if she’s uncomfortable. She was so at ease, so natural when she helped him outside the bar, her voice, her hand the only thing that turned off the screeching alarm bells telling his body to run. The fact that they’re both still here remains unspoken, but Rebecca speaks first. Ted can’t say he isn’t usually the one speaking first, but if she came down here, he wants to make sure he listens.

“I just…” Rebecca twists her fingers in her lap. “I wanted to make sure you were all right. After the other night.”

“Oh I’m all right,” Ted says softly, and Rebecca peers at him like she doesn’t believe it. No one is all right when they’re getting divorced. “You know, I looked up panic attacks on WebMD, and I would not recommend doing that, you type in one symptom and then next thing you know, it’s telling you you’re dying in six weeks. Thank you though, again, for helping me through it.”

Rebecca laughs again, but it’s sadder this time. “I’ve had…friends with them, so I noticed it in you.”

Ted wonders if when Rebecca says friends she means herself, but he doesn’t push her. She’ll tell him if she wants to.

“I was sorry to miss the rest of your song,” Ted continues, fiddling with the top button on his polo. “What a voice! Keeping secrets from us boss.”

A fluorescent light buzzes as Rebecca shakes her head. “My goddaughter Nora was obsessed with Frozen—I wake up in the middle of the night with those lyrics in my head sometimes.”

Ted nods sagely. “Henry went through an Elsa phase.”

“He did?” Rebecca asks, one well-defined eyebrow shooting up toward her hairline. “I thought Frozen was the kingdom of little girls.”

“Oh it is mostly.” Ted smiles, some of the weight lifting off his chest at the mention of his son. “But he kept Frozen on repeat there for a while in the DVD player. Drove Michelle nutty.”

His wife’s name rests between them. He’s so often referred to her as my wife, since coming here, and not usually Michelle, that the familiar name tastes odd on his tongue. She is not his wife anymore. Just Michelle. And he is not a husband, and he grieves that role that he did not want to leave behind.

“Rupert never would have let a son watch a Disney princess movie, if we’d had a child.”

Bitterness, anger, shoots through Rebecca’s voice at the mention of her ex-husband, and Ted can’t blame her, much as he wants to think the best of everyone—the auction showed him that Rupert Mannion was a piece of work.

“You and Michelle are good parents, whatever happened between the two of you. I think that counts for something.”

Ted nods, another smile sliding across his face. “It does boss. It does.”

“Well.” Rebecca stands up, an awkward look passing across her face. “I’m going to get home. Don’t stay too long. It’s late.”

“I won’t.” Ted gives her a wave. “Goodnight boss.”

Rebecca looks at him one last time, and there’s something in her eyes, and he doesn’t know what it is. Something sad. Something…strange. But then, he’s in a strange mood, tonight. Maybe he’s imagining things. It’s gone in an instant, replaced not by the maternal friend with her arm around his shoulder in a dark alley in Liverpool, but by the woman he sees almost every day—sharp-edged and secretive, who doesn’t know how kind she truly is.

“Good night, Ted.”

#Ted Lasso #My fic

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ironmariposa · 3 years

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(The things I did) Just so I could call you mine

Chapter 2/4

Also found on Ao3

Ray actually shows up on time on Tuesday and she quickly sends Lily off before making her way to him. He looks … good. He’s wearing a shirt that’s a size or two too small for his biceps and has a five o’clock shadow across his jaw. His eyes are extra bright. She realizes after a moment of hesitation that it’s possible he’s sober.

“That your kid sister?” He asks when she passes him to head to their room.

“It is.”

“She’s cute.”

She glares at him over her shoulder and he holds up his hands innocently, “I mean that in an absolutely innocent way. I may be a pig but I’m not a monster.”

They step into the room and she drops her backpack on the table, “A pig huh?”

He snorts at her and she actually laughs out loud at the sound. He grins wide, his teeth flashing bright at her. Her eyes linger on his dimple and she has the urge to brush her thumb across it.

“You have a cute laugh.” He says and she darts her eyes away from his mouth.

“Just what a girl wants to hear.” She huffs as she sits at the table, suddenly in a bad mood.

He sits across from her and leans forward, his arms spread across the table, “What?” He asks, still grinning, “You don’t like being called cute?”

“I mean it’s not exactly panty dropping.” And she realizes what she’s said a moment too late.

Oh shit.

His grin turns devious as he leans forward, “I didn’t realize that was an option. I definitely can think of a better way to describe you, Heather Nill.”

“Please don’t. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”

“How exactly did you mean it?”

She starts to pull out her books and notebook from her bag, “I didn’t. Mean it. Let's just get started.”

She freezes as his hands press down on hers, “How did you mean it?” He asks again, his voice a bit deeper than it normally is and she shivers as it hits her. His blue eyes stare at her with such intensity and she thinks maybe sober Ray is not a good thing after all.

“I - I'll tell you after we finish for the day, okay.”

“Deal.” He slides his hands off hers and leans back in his chair, “What’s on the agenda for the day, boss.”

There’s a loud knock on the window to their room and Heather jerks her head up to find the librarian pointing at her watch. Heather glances at her phone and jumps out of her seat, “Shit, it’s closing time. I have to find Lily and get her home.”

Ray stands and helps her pack away their stuff, “Here I got this, you go find your sister and I’ll meet you out front.”

Heather nods and hurries out of the room without a second thought. She finds Lily in the young adult section, curled up in an armchair with a book. “Hey Bug, the library’s closing, we need to go.” Lily blinks up at her in a book daze, but she nods and puts her book away before following Heather back to the front.

“Thank you.” She says as they meet Ray in front of the library and he hands her backpack over.

“You girls hungry? We could head over to Dots for dinner? My treat.”

The thing is, Heather actually considers it. Actually considers sitting down with Ray in a booth and having a nice relaxed dinner, but then she blinks that visual away and realizes there’s no chance it would stay that way and she would rather keep Lily far, far away from him.

“Sorry but we need to get home, our mom will start to worry.” Lily looks up at her with a confused face because when has their mother ever worried about them? But Ray doesn't know that and so with a wave they begin the trek to the trailer park.

That night she dreams of Ray and her talking in the middle of main street. She doesn’t remember what they talk about when she wakes. All she remembers is his bright blue eyes on her and his dimple.

That damn dimple.

The Senior carnival is in full swing. They hold it every year, claiming to raise money for the class to go on a Senior trip, when in reality it’s always put towards the summer Panic game.

Bishop picks Heather and Natalie up at Natalie's house. It’s Spring in Carp, which means it’s already sweltering hot outside. Even after the sun sets. The three of them set off across the school parking lot, Bishop paying for all three of their tickets.

“What first? Rides or food?” Bishop asks as he hands out their tickets.

“Rides.” They all say simultaneously and laugh.

She hears him before she sees him. That cruel laugh always echoes around their high school hallways so it’s recognizable even outside of their school. Bishop and Natalie moan simultaneously. Heather does for an entirely different reason. That dream from a few nights ago is still fresh in her head.

And it’s not like they did anything at all in the dream. It’s just the fact that she actually dreamed of him in the first place.

“Let's not go that way.” Nat says and although Bishop quickly agrees, Heather shrugs. A part of her wants to see him. He hadn’t come to school for the rest of the week and they haven’t had any more library project dates. She feels like if she could just see him, maybe she’ll get the thought of him out of her head. Especially if he’s being his typical cruel self.

Her friends head off towards the food trucks and Heather follows at a slight distance.

“Heather Nill.” She turns and is face to face with Ray. He’s grinning down at her, his eyes dancing with mischief. And probably alcohol. But mostly mischief.

“We need to discuss our project.” He nods to the ferris wheel, “On that, of course.”

She laughs, “Of course.”

She shakes her head but follows him to the line and within moments they’re being ushered into the seat and a bar is slammed down in front of them.

“No horse play.” Diggins, who’s manning the Ferris wheel, says with a note of annoyance as Ray begins to neigh.

Diggins meets her eyes, “You sure about this?”

She smiles, “It’ll be fine.

“Your funeral.” And he pushes the button to start lifting them. She hears someone shout her name and looks down to see Bishop staring at her with wide eyes. She waves at him innocently and he mouths what the fuck? Instead of attempting to answer she turns to Ray who seems to have been watching their exchange.

“Judge boy, your boyfriend or something?”

Heather shakes her head, “No. We’re just friends.”

Ray hums then nods down to Bishop who is now glaring at them. Or more likely at Ray. “You sure he knows that?”

She ignores the question as she does when Nat tries to point it out to her. The ferris wheel jerks to a stop, setting their chair rocking. Heather gasps and grabs onto the bar, her hand accidentally latching on top of his.

“Hey, it’s okay. They’re just letting more people on.” His eyes study her, “You afraid of heights or something?”

Shaking her head, Heather keeps her chin tilted slightly up, “It’s not the height, so much the fall from such a height.”

He chuckles lightly but instead of teasing her like she expects, or even scaring her, he flips his hand and twines their fingers together, squeezing. After a moment of hesitation, she lets her fingers curl around his.

The ferris wheel stops and goes a few more times before they find themselves stopped at the very top. Instead of looking down, she looks across the skyline and finds herself actually enjoying the beauty of Carp from up high. What beauty there can be found in such a small town that has chains attached to your ankles.

Ray pulls his hand from hers and slides it across the back of the bench, turning to face her. “So tell me, Nill. Why is being called ‘cute’ not panty dropping?” The spark in his eye is still there but his smile is gentle. Not cruel like she’s grown used to over the years.

Heather knows her face is bright red and she shakes her head.

“You did say you would explain.”

And so she just goes with it, “You called my sister cute just a few mins before saying the same about me. The last thing a girl wants to be is just cute. Especially to a guy that’s known to take many girls to his bed.”

Heather blanches as she realizes what she may have just implied. But he just leans closer to her, their lips only a breath or two away and whispers, “Do you want to come to my bed?”

She stares at his lips. Not sure if she wants to pull him closer to close the distance or push him away. Luckily for her the Ferris wheel makes the decision for her as it starts up again. This time it doesn’t stop, continuing its rotation for a good three minutes or so. They’re both silent. Ray now facing forward. Once they start to slow and it’s nearly their turn to get off, she asks if he can meet to work on their project the next day.

“Can’t. I have to work all day.”

“Okay.” She tucks her hair behind an ear and smiles at Diggins as he opens the bar to release them.

“You survived.” Diggins teases and in retaliation Ray grabs him around the neck and begins giving him a nuggy on his head. Being his loud and obnoxious self. Heather leaves poor Diggins to deal with it on his own as she makes her way down to Natalie who is waiting for her.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Natalie practically shouts and Heather glances behind her to make sure Ray isn’t nearby. Natalie grabs her arm and drags her away from the Ferris wheel, “Bishop is so mad. He stormed off. Probably left us without a ride.”

“He wouldn’t do that.” Heather protests.

Natalie hums watching Heather cautiously, “I don’t know. Seeing you on the Ferris wheel with Ray fucking Hall really got to him. Seriously, what the fuck?”

Heather brushes her hair back and shakes her head, “He said he wanted to talk about the project and I haven’t seen him since Tuesday. Stop looking at me like that.”

Natalie holds her hands up, “Something weird’s going on with you.”

And the thing is, Heather can’t disagree with that statement. Instead of seeing Ray and talking to him causing her to no longer feel the need to be around him, she feels more pressure from her lungs to spend time with him.

Natalie’s not wrong. What the fuck?

#heather x ray fanfic #ray x heather #nillhall fanfic #nillhall #ray hall #heather nill #my writing #panic fanfic #panic season 1

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green-orangeade · 2 years

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Selling Your Seoul For Success

Taster of my Yoongi fanfic I’m planning - this is just a draft so isn’t the final piece but this is the kinda vibe I’m aiming for!

Basic synopsis: pre-debut Yoongi, gender neutral reader, trying and failing to make it big in the city, lifelong friends

[T/W mention for this section: excessive alcohol consumption, mention of a headache and soreness but no other illness references, sleeping out on the street]

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You inhale the cool city air as you stare up at the buildings. You were drunk, stumbling along some deserted street at 3am with your best friend. He was drunk off his ass, swinging the bottle you were sharing back and forth as he walked.

It had been quiet for a while now, your loud, joking mood having fizzled out with exhaustion and a gradual sobering. Both of you seemed to want to go to bed, but not quite go home either. You had been wondering for about 20 minutes in the opposite direction to your home. Neither you nor he seemed to really care.

It was a quieter street, just some convenience stores and small restaurants, little places that were mostly done for the night. The whole world spun around you, feeling like swirly treacle. You were starting to have enough of walking through the gloop.

“Hey, Yoongles, my feet are tired. I wanna sit,” you say, veering off and abruptly plonking yourself down on the steps outside some laundrette you don’t recognise.

“Don’t call me that,” he whines, sitting down next to you and hitting your arm.

“Unfortunately for you, I did.” You wiggle across and put your head on his shoulder, feeling the world swirl around you and wanting to laugh at how stupid the world looked from this angle.

“Isn’t it weird how the world changes when you move your head?” You muse, words coming out faster than your brain is thinking them. Your brain feels like silly putty.

Yoongi grunts in reply, shuffling so he’s leaning against the railings. He was warm and stank of booze, but you could just smell his fading cheap aftershave in the crook of his neck. You could smell his discount shampoo, and it smelt good. His leather jacket was worn, but padded and comfy to rest on. You could feel his chest rise and fall with his breaths.

“Just gonna rest my eyes for a sec,” he mumbled, shuffling around to get comfy. “We’ll head home then.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you agree. You close your eyes and focus on his breathing, letting the distant sounds of the inner city fade out. You were warmed by the copious amount you’d drank that night, bitter and angry from a month of what felt like a waste of time. You felt it from Yoongi too, a low rumbling frustration at the big Seoul dream collapsing in on itself. You felt the fuzziness in your head turn softer, sleepier. The world grew dark, and then it was gone.

“Fuck.”

You wake up with a start, Yoongi having moved suddenly.

You peel your eyes open, body aching and head pounding. The sky was lighter than you remember it being.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N,” he says with a croaky throat, picking you up from the staircase and forcing you upright.

“Yoongi, what? What’s the matter?” You massage your temples to try and dispel the headache.

“It’s 5am, Y/N, that’s what. My shift starts in an hour.”

“You mean we fell asleep for like 2 hours? Here?”

“Yes,” he fires out, starting to walk down the road. You jog to catch up with him, opting to ignore your body begging you to stay still.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I was the one who suggested going out,” you begin, groggy but guilty.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. You just know I can’t afford to lose another job. I don’t blame you, we should’ve just gone home. I just… I just want to get home to change, alright? I can’t be late either. I’ll call my boss and tell him I spent all night in the hospital or something, he seems nice enough to believe me and not ask much. I don’t know, I just need to get home.”

“Hey, I know. We’ll get home, alright? I think I’ve got money for a bus.”

“You’re golden,” he sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry for snapping, I..”

“Shut it, we both snap when we’re hungover. Let’s just go home.”

You dig into your jacket pocket and thank every god going that you have spare change for the bus.

“I just wanna go home and change, and go to work on time,” he says, almost as if he’s trying to reassure himself. “If we can catch a bus back to our neighbourhood, I think I’ll make it.”

“Yeah I mean, thank god you only work down the road. Glad you’re not working in that hotel anymore, I bet,” you chuckle, mouth dry and disgusting.

“Yeah,” he smiles weakly, slowing down at the bus stop.

“Remind me never to drink whisky straight again?”

“Agreed. You know it’s gross anyway.”

“Agreed,” you let a smile out and bump his arm playfully.

“Twat.”

“Asshole.”

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Okay so that’s that :)

I hope it was okay!

I would love any and all feedback you have for me, even if it’s just a like to tell me you enjoyed it and wanna see more! Please tell me if there’s anything I can do better too.

-Laurie

#bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #bts x reader #bts suga #bts min suga #bts jung hoseok #btstaehyung #bts jin #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts namjoon

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imaginejamesandsirius · 3 years

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I love the way you write James and Sirius so much. I was wondering if you could write a soulmate au where you see bits and pieces of your soulmate in your dreams (fav color, hear their laugh, see things they like, etc) and James is pretty sure Sirius is his soulmate but isn’t completely sure. If not, don’t worry about it but if you can, thank you!💕💕

Soulmate dreams were different from regular dreams. Regular dreams were weird, often nonsensical, and evaporated the next day after being awake for long enough. Soulmate dreams lingered. There was still a dreamlike quality to soulmate visions that couldn't be shaken, but they were more memorable than normal dreams. Soulmate dreams were weird for a lot of reasons, but mostly it was because they were so random. You never knew what you were going to get from one or why. Sometimes it was stuff they saw or were thinking about, and other times it was them.

For example, James knew that his soulmate had hair that went down at least to their chin, probably a little bit longer. He knew that because that day at Hogwarts, they'd been playing with their hair, and that night, he dreamed about it. He'd been aware of the professor at the front of the classroom during the dream, but after he woke, the only detail that remained was the hair.

Obviously that was just an example of a single dream. The dreams didn't come every night, but James had been dreaming of his soulmate for his entire life. He had a few details of his soulmate and how he could identify them, but most of it was stuff that his soulmate liked.

That's why James thought that his soulmate was Sirius. Sirius had the long hair, he had a laugh that warmed James to his core, and he had deep grey eyes that James had caught glimmers of from time looking in a mirror.

Soulmate dreams never showed the full face or let your hear someone saying their name. Hearing a laugh was pretty good, as far as identifying features went. If James could actually remember how it sounded instead of the way it made him feel, he'd know for sure if it was Sirius.

Another reason that he wasn't one hundred percent about it being Sirius was that most of his soulmate dreams were about food. Sodding food. Sirius was his best mate and all, and he knew him better than anyone else in his entire life, but Sirius's appetite seemed to change based on the planet's position and how late he'd stayed up the night before. James couldn't make heads or tails of it. Sometimes, Sirius said that he couldn't stand scrambled eggs and how dare he have to smell them on an otherwise pleasant morning. Two days later, he was wolfing them down like there was no other food in existence. And he did that with everything. Shepherd's pies, treacle tarts, beans and toast, soup... everything. Absolutely everything.

So it didn't really mean anything that one night James dreamed of mashed potatoes, and the next week, he dreamed of candied plums. He tried to connect it to Sirius's eating habits, but it was no use. Half the shite James's soulmate dreamed about wasn't food that Hogwarts had, anyways.

"Hey, Sirius?" James asked. They were in the library, doing homework. History of Magic would be a lot easier to pass if the professor actually looked at them every once in a while, but it meant that when they had an essay they needed to write, they had to actually go to the library if they wanted good marks.

"I'm not done with this yet," Sirius said, assuming that James was going to ask to see the book he was currently reading.

"Not that. Just- do you know who your soulmate is?"

Surprised, Sirius glanced up at him. "Why are you asking?"

"Do you know?"

"What does it matter?"

"Why are you being so weirdly closed off about it?"

"I'm not being weirdly closed off; I'm being normal closed off, and it's because I don't think you'll like the answer you get."

"So you do know who your soulmate is," James said. There was no other reason why Sirius couldn't tell him. 'No' was an easy answer. Lots of people didn't have enough details to figure out who their soulmate was-- and even if they did have plenty of details, there was nothing they could do if they hadn't met them.

Sirius scowled at him.

"Who is it?"

"Are we really doing this?" Sirius asked. "Right here in the library? You've never asked about it before but you're going to try and squeeze if out of me while we're in public?"

"The library doesn't count as public; there's no one else in sight."

"Maybe it's not public, but it's definitely not private. Do we really want to have this blow up right here? It'll be fun-- everyone can hear it and call it a domestic."

"We're not going to have a domestic," James said, rolling his eyes. "Just tell me who your soulmate is."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

James glared at him. "Because I won't shut it and let you finish your essay otherwise."

"You won't let me finish it if I do tell you."

"I will."

"Liar," Sirius said. "You always think you'll be calm, but you never sodding are."

"When have I ever tried to claim that I'll be calm and not followed through?"

"Normally, you're calm because you don't give a shite. You'll care about this, which means you won't be calm about it."

"You're overthinking this," James said. "Unless your soulmate is buggering Snape or- it's not Snape is it?"

"Ew, no."

James relaxed again. "Then we're fine."

"Why do you even care? You haven't cared in the past six years."

"Not bothering you about it isn't the same as not caring."

"So why do you care?"

James didn't feel like admitting to something so revealing, especially when Sirius had already admitted that he knew who his soulmate was, so he shrugged.

"A shrug isn't gonna cut it, Prongs."

He hesitated. "How about this: I'll tell you why I want to know after you tell me who it is."

Sirius didn't accept right away, which was enough to make him nervous. Then he sighed. "Fine, but you don't get to freak out. We're not going to be able to finish this essay on time if you freak out."

"We've worked under tighter time constraints."

Sirius stared at him flatly.

"Fine, fine, I promise. No freaking out." If Sirius's soulmate was James, then he could just be happy-- no freaking out required. If it wasn't James, then he'd be too sad to move. He was going to sit here and mope until curfew, if that was the case. "So?" he prodded, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

"You shouldn't do that; it makes you look like your glasses are about to fall off."

With a huff, James let his face return to normal. "You're stalling."

"It's you."

"No, it's not. Do I look like I'm the one stalling?"

Sirius threw a quill at him. "You're my soulmate, you absolute arse."

"Oh." James blinked, then threw the quill back at him. "You could've told me that the first time I asked, tosser." Shaking his head at Sirius's particular brand of ridiculous, he turned back to his essay.

"That's it?" Sirius asked, so incredulous that James looked up at him again.

"Erm. Yes? I mean, obviously there's stuff I want to talk about, but I promised I'd let you finish your essay if you told me."

"Actually, I think what you promised was that you wouldn't freak out."

"I can do both."

Sirius stared at him for a long moment. "Did you already know that I was your soulmate?"

"I had my suspicions."

"How the hell did you only have suspicions? I knew it was you after we were dormmates for a week."

"Okay," James said, pointing a finger at him, "you don't get to judge me. I was only ever dreaming about food! You're so buggering weird; couldn't you have just picked two foods you liked and stuck with that? I dream about red curry, and then the next day, you refuse to eat it. Talk about mixed signals. I've been guessing at your favourite foods for sodding years."

"It's not my fault that sometimes I'm in the mood for something that stinks," Sirius muttered petulantly.

"So you're in the mood to eat it, but you refuse to because it smells bad?" James asked. He wasn't judging, but he couldn't really relate. He had a couple foods that he didn't like, but everything else was fair game. Comparatively, Sirius was the most picky eater in the world. Not that James really cared, except for the soulmate thing. "And you couldn't have explained that to me earlier?"

"I didn't realise your sanity was on the line," Sirius said dryly, but his expression was still that touch of vulnerable that he only got around James.

"My sanity is always on the line when you don't tell me things," James said, flashing him a grin that helped soothe Sirius's nerves. "Look, it won't take us that long to finish this, so let's get it done with and..."

"And?" Sirius asked, quirking a smile at him.

"Well," James said, trying to push down the warmth bubbling in him-- if he let it do its own thing, he'd never be able to focus on finishing this essay. "We can figure that out later."

The fond look on Sirius's face made it clear that he knew exactly what 'figure that out later' would end up meaning for them. They'd snog for a while, fall asleep, then wake up, snog some more, and then talk about it. That talk would probably go along the lines of 'soulmates? cool', but at least they would've done it. "Alright," Sirius said. He picked his quill back up and looked at the book he'd been reading before James interrupted him.

It would almost be like nothing had changed, except Sirius now had a faint smile on his face, and James couldn't ignore the happy butterflies in his chest if he tried. Without looking up, Sirius nudged his leg with one of his own feet. James glanced at him, and Sirius's smile widened, eyes still stuck to the page. James chuckled and turned his attention back to the essay, but he kept his leg where it was, pressed up against Sirius's.

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Chapter 2: Chilled Conversations

As soon as I opened the front door, the sound of shouting and explosions greeted me. I made my way up to my bedroom to drop off my book bag and then headed to Jazzs' room. I entered without knocking and found my sister sitting on her bed with headphones in and surrounded by homework.

"Jazz," I called, trying to gain her attention. When she doesn't acknowledge me, I try calling her name a little louder, "Jazz." Not being in a waiting mood, I walk closer to her and wave my hand in front of her face. She continues staring at the page as if nothing is there. I look towards my hand just to make sure I didn't accidentally turn intangible on the way over.

I couldn't keep in my sigh when instead of my hand being at the end of my arm, the only thing there was an empty sleeve. For some reason, my powers have been slipping away from me more often recently. I thought I was over this stage of the ghostly experience already. Focusing on becoming tangible, I waited until my hand came back into existence then gently pulled one earbud out of her ear.

As soon as it came out, I had her full attention, " Little brother," she greeted. Then, she looked at me, signaling that I should tell her what I wanted so she could get back to her work.

When I didn't answer her right away, she pushed away from her things and patted the side of her bed, allowing me to sit down. I readily take her invitation as I flop down onto her bed and lay back to stare at the ceiling. She studied me for a moment and let out a sigh, "what's wrong this time? You haven't hurt yourself again, have you?" I don't answer for a moment as I try to get comfortable before answering, "It's nothing like that. It's just.." I pause, thinking of how to go about this before deciding that it wasn't worth it, " Never mind, it's been a long day, that's all." She turns back to her work and gathers it all together before placing it on the floor and laying next to me.

" Okay, and?" she says, prompting me to go on. I thought about not telling her about anything at all, but the silence broke my resolve. I put a hand up to my face and rubbed my eyes before telling her about my day, leaving out the ongoing argument I have with Sam and Tucker about my ghost powers and the talk with Mr. Lancer and Ms. Tally.

I would rather deal with the lingering anxieties about both of them than come clean to Jazz. She always means well, but she can be a bit of a mother hen. I don't know why she does it, but she constantly analyzes all of my arguments, and if I told her about the meeting, I would be doomed to relive the whole thing. She is always asking questions. I blame the fact that she is a budding psychologist.

As I tell her about the hallway incident, I notice Jazz slowly turning red. It wasn't long until her face resembled her hair. Once I got to the fact that I had to stay after school because of my tardiness, she was scowling and had a fist full of bedding. " You told her, right? You told Ms. Tally why you were late, didn't you?" she interrogated, I shook my head no, and she let out a sound of frustration. " You can't keep letting Dash and the others do you like this! It isn't right you do understand that don't you?"

"Well, what else was I supposed to do?" I mumble to her. She sat up quickly, starting to lecture, "Tell somebody! But, seriously, Danny, if you let this go on, you're going to be in more trouble than detention." I couldn't think of anything to say; she is right after all.

" I said that I didn't tell Ms.Tally during class, not that I didn't say anything at all." Jazz looked relieved as if I finally got some reason in my brain. " So what are they going to do?" she asked impatiently."The teachers are going to keep us separated in classes, but besides that, I'm not sure what else they are going to do." she looks put out, " that's it?" I nod my head, yes, and she lets out a small groan, " well, at least that's better than nothing."

Even though this is a good thing for me, it is still worrying. What if other people start getting messed with? What if the next person that gets picked on can't take it? I would rather be the A-Lists punching bag for the rest of high school if it means that everyone else is left alone. I'm left by myself to my worries as Jazz goes back to her homework, and I go to grab mine. I end up doing my homework in her room with us both, enjoying each other's presence and silence.

By the time dinner comes around, Jazz is finished with her things, and she comes to look over mine. The only things that she was unable to help me with are astronomy, math, and science. Unlike me, STEM classes aren't her area of expertise. She can breeze by any other type of class no problem, but these classes are something she has to try to excel in.

Once Jazz is satisfied that my work is up to par, we head down the stairs into the kitchen. When we get there, it is empty. The only sign that anyone else is home is the array of sounds from the lab connected to it. I open the lab and take a peek inside. My parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, are hunched over a table filled with different mechanical parts.

I go down, double-checking to make sure I'm completely visible and grab their attention. " Hey, Mom, what's for dinner?" She startles and drops the part in her hand, then looks up at me. " Oh, hey sweety, when did you get home?" Unfortunately, the lab doesn't have a clock, so I can only estimate when I answer, " A couple of hours. It's almost nine O'clock. Are we going to have dinner?" By the time I am done answering, Mom has already gone back to her parts. I stand there for a couple more seconds before interrupting again, " Mom?" Finally, she answers me absent-mindedly, " Maybe later, go upstairs. We will talk about it later."

I rush back into the kitchen, look at my sister, and give her a solemn nod, and then we get to work. We go back and forth between cabinets, the fridge, and the stove as a well-oiled machine. It doesn't take long before dinner is finished and is hitting the table. While I wish we could make dinner as a family, I can't help but feel that only Jazz and I should handle the food. Dad can't make anything more complex than a peanut butter sandwich, and Mom, well, let's just say her cooking is a bit unique. Just about every time she makes something, the food ends up having some kind of side effect. The food is either glowing or has come alive.

I suspect it's some kind of weird ecto- contamination.

While everyone is supposed to decontaminate themselves before leaving the lab, if they have messed with ectoplasm, Dad has difficulty remembering to do so when fudge is involved. At least when Jazz and I make it, there is at least an 80% chance that it comes out normal. I may have once or twice accidentally contaminated food when I was sick before, but since then, I have been extra careful not to do it again. I don't like having to fight my food for dominance.

This time Jazz went down to the lab and brought back our parents for dinner. As usual, dad stuffed his face as soon as we sat down, and mom brought back her latest gadget to fiddle with. We eat in silence until, "So, Mom, what did you do today?" Jazz asks, attempting to make small talk. Mom hums in thought for a short moment before, " Mostly just working in the lab today. We were trying to figure out how that ghost has managed to get our Fenton Thermos to work. He was at the Nasty Burger today; you should have heard those poor people over there. They were convinced that menace was there today to save the day!" She looks between Jazz and me and tells us seriously, " Just you two wait, it won't take long now for that thing to mess up. Once people start to see its true ways, everyone will know that all ghosts are evil."

I discreetly make eye contact with Jazz and signal that I want this conversation done with. A look of understanding is in her eyes, and she steers the conversation away from ghosts to some psychological thing that I don't understand. I quickly finish eating and head to my bedroom. It doesn't take more than ten minutes before Jazz comes in and shuts the door behind her. She leans up against the door and looks at me accusingly, " So the Nasty Burger, why is this the first time I'm hearing about this?" I started my defense immediately, " I told you about school and what was wrong earlier. It's not like you asked for a play-by-play of my entire day." She continued to glare at me until I mentioned that it was only the Boxxy.

" I don't see why you give him that ridiculous nickname, you're only getting him madder." I looked at her with fake surprise, "I make Boxxy mad oh no, it's not like I want to annoy him or anything." She gives me a look, and I roll my eyes back at her, " come on, it's not like giving him a nickname is going to hurt anybody. Maybe lose a couple of boxes, yes, but I make sure to bring them back." Jazz turns around and leaves with a huff.

I spent the rest of the night going back and forth between playing doomed and chasing the odd ghost that has made its way out of the zone. Since my parents have been held up in the lab, I have been unable to let go of the ghost I had previously caught throughout the past day or so. So finally, just before midnight, I make my way to bed and hope to make it through the night without any more interruptions.

I wake up hours later, feeling ice running through my veins. When I open my eyes, I see a pale blue mist escaping my mouth and into the room. I groggily sit up and look through my window to see the mechanical ghost rushing towards the house.

I let my transformation bubble over me and phase through the wall just as an ectoblast flew past me. I create an ecto-shield around myself and rush out to the middle of the street, away from FentonWorks and closer to the ghost. This ghost is immediately recognizable, with his armor being a staple piece of his being.

"Ghost child," he says in greeting, while I respond with my normal amount of displeasure, "Skulker." He prepares his weapons while spewing out his regular monolog, " This will be the day I, Skulker the Greatest Hunter in the Ghost Zone, claims your pelt welp." He pauses for a moment as if imagining something and then says a little out of character, "You know you would look perfect hanging in front of the fireplace. Maybe I'll only put half of you at the foot of my bed." He hums to himself while I stare dumbfounded, "decisions, decisions, oh never mind, I'll figure it out later. Prepare to die welp." He starts shooting his ecto-rockets and regular ectoblast immediately, hardly giving me the time to dodge them.

" I have been telling you this for months, first off EWW," like, gross, " Second, what is your problem it's like 3 in the morning!" Skulker just laughed and kept shooting. I noticed how much damage was happening to the neighborhood around us and did my best to lead him to an empty lot not too far away. It didn't take long as we were flying at speeds around 100 mph ( 161 kph). We exchanged ectoblasts and kept our shields around ourselves until one of us either lost too much energy or broke the other's shield.

My breath was quickening, and I was becoming less energized. The back and forth went on for a while, and both of us were tired. Both of our shields were starting to show some wear and tear, with small cracks running through the ectoplasm. Skulker's shield broke first, shattering like glass and leaving him defenseless.

I rush forward with the Fenton Thermos in hand and get ready to suck him up when he sets off another ectoblast that grazes past my face. The pain makes me hesitate, and Skulker pushes away from me, creating distance once again. I huff in annoyance, causing a spike of ice to fire out of my mouth and into the ground. Skulker and I both look towards the ice, me in shock and him in apprehension.

"W-What was that?" I ask breathlessly, still in shock; Skulker didn't look any better, gaping at me. I go up to him and slap him in the face, grabbing his attention. "What Is that?" I asked him again. He looks back and forth between the spike and my mouth and then goes closer towards the spike. He pokes it and then immediately takes his hand away. "It's solid ice," he informs me, "just touching it brings chills down my spine. How did you do it? " he asks in wonder.

"I don't know," I stammer out, " but can I guarantee you I plan on finding out how." We float in the middle of the lot for a few more moments before I ask, "Truce for the night?" He nodded his head, yes, and then I brought up the thermos once again. Skulker looks at me with dread, "Any chance you will let me get back to the Zone on my own?" I smirk at him and let out a small laugh, " No," I laugh once more, "Not a chance." I say as I suck him up into the thermos.

As soon as he is back in the thermos, I stop laughing, and my face turns into a grimace. My cheek is bleeding out a mixture of ectoplasm and blood, while the rest of me is in the middle of blooming into an array of bruises.

I look back at the ice and break a piece of it off, planning on taking it with me to study it. However, once it breaks off, the ice starts to turn powdery and crumbles into my hand. I look at its tiny crystals, mesmerized as it melts away. Before leaving the lot, I take a survey of the damage. Most of the ground has burn marks covering it, and the area around the spike is frozen over. I look away in shame at the damage before flying away.

On the way home, I turn over, floating on my back, and look up at the stars. With my enhanced eyesight, I can see them better than the naked human eye, almost as good as a low-quality telescope. The stars have always mesmerized me, taking my breath away. Every time I see them it's as if I get lost in their brightness, their shine. I would give just about anything to be among them. Instead, I take my time floating on home, trying to enjoy the sight for as long as possible.

Once I get to the Fenton Works sign, I float back to my room intangibly and drop through the floor to the lab. I empty the thermos and look around for the first aid kit, then go back upstairs. Luckily for me, my parents have already gone to bed, so my presence wasn't noticed.

I bandage the side of my face and check the rest of my body before heading back to bed, hoping to get some more sleep.

Unfortunately, by the time 6 AM came around, I had no such luck. Twice more, I had woken up by my ghost sense going off. Even though they were just a couple of octopuses and other animals, they still took some time to gather up.

Once I get ready for school, I rush to Jazz before she heads out the door and persuade her to let me ride in her car to school. Once we were settled in, I fell asleep, but it didn't take long for us to arrive, but I was gone to the world. Jazz had to resort to poking me in the ribs to wake me up.

"Late night again, little brother." She says, already knowing it to be fact. I let out a cautious yawn and rubbed my eyes, "What gave me away? I ask groggily. She runs her hand through my hair in a calming motion as she replies, " well, between wanting a ride and the new injuries," gesturing to my face, " it wasn't hard to guess." We sat there in silence for a little bit, with Jazz running her hand through my hair and me leaning onto her. We don't leave the position until we hear the warning bell ring and hurry out of the car.

I wave to my sister, " have a good day." She smiles at me and tells me the same, but before we separate, she grabs my arm and turns me around to face her. "Remember to remind your teachers about the A-List," I nod to her, " if they don't do anything when the class first starts," she tells me seriously. "Okay, okay," I reply, "come on, we're going to be late. Jazz gives me a quick hug then rushes down the opposite hallway.

I'm almost to English when a hand comes out of nowhere and knocks me into the wall. The impact had my body crying in agony as it put pressure on the bruises going across me. I look up with pain in my eyes to see Dash and a couple of his cronies boxing me in. I try to see past the jocks looking for a teacher, but I couldn't see a thing with them towering over me.

Dash didn't even say a thing before he delivered the first punch. I take a couple more as the other two keep me in place before we hear the shout of, "Detention!" The others turn around and move just far enough apart to see Ms. Tetslaff the P.E teacher coming towards us. She is a tall, intimidating woman with light brown hair and blue eyes. I don't think I have ever seen her out of gym clothes, and she lives to keep the A-List in trouble.

Once she comes in front of us she corners me while I start sputtering excuses, " well you see-" I started to explain before she cuts me off. " Get to class Fenton, now you Baxter are going to follow me to my office," she turned to look at the others, "You two as well." All of us looked at her as if she had lost her mind, but Dash still looked to be in denial as he showed no sign of worry at being in trouble.

I rush off to class trying to make my way to class before the bell rings and Ms. Tetslaff changes her mind. I make it into the classroom just as the bell rings and go towards my normal seat as Mr. Lancer Calls out to the class, "Before you all get comfortable I need you to gather your things and move to your new assigned seats." The class let out a sign of displeasure. Everyone went up to the podium and another set of groans were heard. I take a look and see that all of the A-List were separated. I checked for my own name and to my joy Sam, Tucker, and I were still grouped together with the only difference being that we were brought up to the front of the room.

This is going to be a good day.

All of my classes containing students from the A-Lists were given new seating arrangements giving me a new hope for my grades. So far classes are quieter but nothing else has seemed to change. Many of the A-List were called out for making a scene in class and hopefully things keep getting better.

It was at lunch that my luck ran out as I once again came face to face with Dash Baxter. " You must have thought that was so funny, didn't you Fenton?" He says accusingly, I tried to stay neutral but I still couldn't help the look of mirth that is planted on my face. Finally he is being held accountable. Dash was getting closer to me when one of his buddies called him off reminding him that he was in trouble and that he doesn't need to get into anymore.

Half way into lunch was when Jazz appeared. She sat down at our table, put her elbows on it, and laid her chin in her hands. She looked at me with the fakest smile that I have ever seen and said in a sing-song voice, "Oh, Danny, is there something you forgot to tell me about yesterday?" I started to pale as she went on, "Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you told Mr.Lancer and Ms.Tally about a little ghostly occurrence?" If her look could kill I would be a pile of mush.

"Danny," Sam interjects, " what is she talking about?" looking at me suspiciously while Tucker is stuffing his face looking between the girls I start to crack under pressure. "Whaz et uhg detesuin yezteraay?" Tucker inquires with his mouth full.

" well you see… it wasn't exactly a detention," Sam and Tucker give me a betrayed look, probably thinking the worst, " I thought it was, I swear," I tell them sincerely. " Ms. Tally brought me to Mr. Lancer's office and wanted to ask me about my attendance, grades, and stuff." I Look at Jazz in the eye trying to convey that I didn't see any harm in my words, " I didn't know they would talk to you I swear! I was only trying to be honest." Her anger lessened at my words but the hostility is still there. " I only told the basics, nothing in detail I swear!"

"What exactly are you going on about?" asked Tucker, having his mouth free of food for once. Sam nodded her head agreeing with Tucker wanting an explanation. I put my head in my hands and said, " All I did was say that the house is loud and that it can be hard to sleep, and that some of the ghosts have an unhealthy obsession with us." Sam looked thoughtful, " Well that doesn't sound too bad," Jazz amended ", but then again I guess you could have done worse."

"Hey," I exclaim offended, " you're the one who said honesty is the best policy. It's the truth… not the whole truth but not a lie either."

Jazz gave me a look telling me that I am all forgiven but said, "Next time a little heads up would be nice."

"I'll keep that in mind."

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