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leviiattacks · 3 years

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hi hi hi i really really really loved your jealous headcanon of levi and your teacher levi!!! i was wondering if i could maybe request something where you kinda mix the two(?) so like theres this event going on in school and the reader is very occupied and busy because shes paying attention to her students and then maybe she talks to some teachers about the event and then levi is just there secretly sulking cause he wants her attention too?? or idk you do you because your works are always soooooooo good thank you<3333

author note :: i did not stick to the prompt which was honestly an accident?/£/):7 but there is jealous levi and reader so i hope it workssss, it’s not that great and isn’t edited...but i hope you enjoy it :-( also thank you for the request you were very kind <3

for this to make more sense you’ll probably have to read my first ever teacher levi post which you can find here !!!!!

requests are always open :-)

word count :: 4.3k ???? longer than i expected ????

levi groans at the mention of sports day before turning to look at you dead in the eyes

he knows this is your doing, you’ve always been big on getting the children into sport and other extracurriculars

now see, he has no actual issue with sports day?? he’s pretty fit if he says so himself!!!

it’s just that he frankly does not have the effort to participate.

another part of him also feels frustrated seeing mike flock around you like an annoying bee

he’s asking all sorts of questions

“are we doing the three legged race again this year?”

“how about javelin?”

“HAHA...mike...”

levi takes one look at you and knows you’re trying to let him down softly, it is his favourite event after all.

“since last year’s fiasco and the way you nearly hit one of the sixth graders i think not.” you awkwardly chuckle patting his shoulder as if it’s any consolation

mike loves sports day, he’s competitive in all of the teacher only events and last year he even tripped you and levi up ON PURPOSE might you add

either way he still lost the teacher’s three legged race last year and ever since he’s been out to gain his title back.

levi remembers, he’s unsure if you do but he remembers vividly having to carry you on his back because you had sprained your ankle pretty badly after your collision with mike.

back then you and levi were still in the middle of your little math vs english debate meaning the whole walk to the infirmary was filled with bickering.

and when levi had placed you onto one of the beds you insisted you could treat yourself when you really couldn’t

the way that scenario ended had been with levi forcing you to place your foot onto his knee as he iced and tended to it

this year levi is not having any repeats of that. yes, he quite liked having some alone time with you, in fact it was one of the first times he stopped to wonder if he liked you.

BUT!!!! having you limp around the corridors wasn’t the best either and you were highly irritable until you were fully healed

“why don’t you actually try this year?” hange stifles a laugh, they’re stood to levi’s left and upon hearing their voice his shoulders sag. he knows he’s in for one hell of an earful

“i do try–”

“yeah whatever. anyway, you want a cupcake?” hange’s gesturing to the haphazardly iced buns in the four plastic containers in their hands

“these are for the bake sale!!” they add in enthusiastically.

levi’s about to shake his head, he’s already donated to the bake sale’s charity fund without paying for any of the baked goods. yes it is purely because he doesn’t trust hange to feed him anything edible

“they’re y/n’s batch :-)” hange’s wickedly grinning knowing they’ve hit their colleagues weakness

without another thought levi’s right hand dives into one of his pockets, fishing his wallet out. he places a few spare coins into hange’s palm

“wOAH, you’re pretty eager aren’t ya??”

their remark flies over levi’s head as he tries to pick out two of the most presentable cupcakes

“you’re so fond of y/n, why not try a little harder like i said?” hange’s thrown the bait in the river and levi completely falls for it. he turns ninety degrees completely forgetting about the cupcakes.

“i’m talking about sport’s day if it isn’t obvious.”

he faces hange directly. he scowls twisted in fake disgust and confusion all at once

“and why would i care about that?” he shoots back

“after walking in on the both of you touching each other up in the janitor’s closet i’m really surprised you’re — mMMPH—” levi’s shoved one of the cupcakes into hange’s mouth

“you’re gonna have to pay for that–”

levi smacks some more money into their palm to appease the issue

“when did you see that and have you told anyone else?” he’s seething right now, there’s no way he or you were unable to notice someone as loud as hange prance into the storage cupboard accidentally

“i haven’t told anyone but it has only been three days since i saw so who knowsss...”

“i’ll do anything for you to keep your mouth shut.” levi’s practically begging at this point

“i think you should buy a whole box of cupcakes as compensation. my eyes will never be the same again.”

levi hands over more than enough money, he’s probably handed over enough for two boxes just for extra measure

it’s not that he’s embarrassed of you or anything no, no, not at all. he just, this sounds so stupid but he isn’t sure what the two of you are????

you’ve kissed, A LOT but the only problem is that there’s never actually been confirmation of... something more? than that?

he’s simply horrible at asking, and seeing the way you’re talking to mike it’s almost getting to the stage of borderline flirting

he’s currently flexing one of his muscles and levi’s unsure if you’re actually gawking at them or feigning interest so mike can get bored and leave sooner

his bets are on you pretending for the sake of mike leaving until you reach out to squeeze his arm appreciatively

...

what is this feeling??

insecurity?? a low self esteem??? levi isn’t entirely sure what the emotion that surges through him at that moment is

but hange sure does, grinning at the scene playing out they shove moblit with their elbow

well, well, well levi getting jealous is certainly something new.

when levi knocks on the door of your classroom you assume he’s come to bother you and ask for the spreadsheet with grade averages and all that technical stuff

english and math grades need to be compared side by side and even though it’s your job to help with the data analysis you’re pretty bad at it so levi’s the one who USUALLY picks up the pieces and does it for the two of you

occasionally mike steps in and helps when levi’s got other stuff in the way

“oh levi!! mike told me he’d be doing this month’s spreadsheet?” you’ve poked your head out of the door to talk to him

levi’s eyes narrow at that because he hasn’t asked mike for help at all.

“i didn’t come here for the spreadsheet but i haven’t even told mike to assist me this month... i wonder why he’s so passionate.” he mumbles the last part under his breath

opening the door up you wave for him to come inside “what you here for then?” you ask, oOoh maybe he’s finished reading an inspector calls?? finally you can talk to someone about the twist at the end

“i’m taking part in sports day properly.” the statement is unexpected and ?? levi ?? take anything other than math seriously ??

“woah... i’m proud of you?? i’m glad you’re seeing it’s important to show the children physical activity is fun.” your smile brightens up the entire room and he begins to feel a little more confident

peering up at him your curiosity doesn’t go unnoticed and he clears his throat, he knows you’re expecting him to say something else

ok, ok, ok. he thinks he’s built enough courage up to ask you

“i’ve never got the chance to ask but would you like to go on a date?” on reflex levi screws his eyes shut, suddenly he’s convinced you’ll say no and reject him. why would you accept??

“sure!”

his eyes flutter open and he feels you grip at the sleeve of his shirt.

well? that went better than he expected?

“where do you want to go?” you ask

“doesn’t matter, but let’s go somewhere after sports day finishes up.”

“are you barely going to try like last year?” you’re munching away at a granola bar - it’s rather bland and makes your throat feel kinda scratchy

you’re midway through drinking some water to deal with the dryness but you nearly spit it out when levi responds

“no. i plan on winning every single teacher event.”

HE WANTS TO??? beat???? everyone???

“you’re planning on beating mike too?” you tilt your head to the side incredulously

levi purses his lips at the mention of his name

“why does that sound so absurd to you?”

“he’s um, very good at sport that’s all.”

“i am too.” levi’s adamant to prove his point to you

“fine, here’s a deal. win at least one teacher event and i’ll try and solve one of your funny math problems or whatever.”

“what kind of deal is that??”

“you’ll be able to see me struggle with numbers, for free!!”

“no. i have something better in mind.” levi bites his smile back, he can’t let you know the idea makes him feel

“and that would be?”

he takes a step forward decreasing the space between the two of you.

“how about you kiss me in front of everyone?”

your mouth falls open because oh wow....? you have no actual problem with the task you’re simply surprised that levi is willing to put the both of you out there like that. the spectacle is bound to raise some eyebrows

“deal?” he holds his hand out for you to shake

you nod your head. “it’s a pleasure doing business with you.”

and so your deal is sealed with a firm handshake.

the big day has ARRIVED!!!

all of the students are flooding in through the gates. some carry footballs, other basketballs. you’ve been here for less than ten minutes and had to save a ball from crashing right into an expensive window.

everyone’s wearing active gear, udo walks in with a ski mask on?? which is peculiar but it’s humorous so you don’t tell him off for it

you’ve chosen a comfortable olive green tracksuit, you don’t think you’re in the mood for ski masks like udo is

coincidentally levi happens to show up in the EXACT same type of tracksuit?? everything’s the same to the colour. you both stare at each other for a moment trying to figure out how exactly you managed that but give up, you guess you have similar tastes

the accidental coordinated outfits have a few of your students pointing and chuckling together

gabi and falco are laughing heartily and whispering god knows what about the two of you

“three legged race partner?” levi asks as he fills up some water bottles for the water stand

“oh? mike asked me to be his partner.”

levi doesn’t make it obvious that he’s jealous about it because what adult would be jealous over a three legged race??

but even if you can’t tell levi is pissed mike sure can

he’s walking past the two of you, hands shoved into his pockets when he spots you a few meters away. his eyes sparkle when he sees you. it’s at that moment he senses the dark piercing glare coming from your right.

you’ve yet to notice mike but levi’s seen him approaching from a mile away and he isn’t particularly happy about it.

the good thing about mike is that he knows not to mess with levi.

the two have known each other for years and by now mike knows messing with levi is a death wish in itself.

so when the poor physical ed teacher notices the way levi glowers at him he calls out your name to get your attention - he’s much too afraid to get anywhere near you

“Y/N!!”

whipping your head around you wave at your race partner, why does it look like he’s seen a ghost?? you shove that thought to the back of your mind, he’s probably just tired

“petra doesn’t have a partner and uhh... i think levi’s free. could you work with him instead?”

levi turns away to smile to himself. ah how the tables have turned!!!

“but i want to work with you? it’s always y/n and levi do this. y/n and levi do that!! i wanna try with someone else.”

what you’ve said is a lie. honestly you’d just like to see levi get worked up again

but levi doesn’t get the memo at all. it flies over his head and he huffs thinking if that’s what you want he doesn’t mind. he’ll just show you how he feels.

“it’s okay. i’ll go with petra.” levi nonchalantly salutes at both you and mike as he walks backwards before turning around to locate the ginger in question

WHY DID HE GIVE IN SO EASILY???? YOU WERE JOKING?????

with your mouth open wide mike looks at you once and puts the pieces together

“guessing you wanted him to stick around?” you suddenly hear and god, you feel kinda bad

“oh no!!! i would love to be your partner.” looping your arm with his you smile up at him

whether or not mike believes you isn’t clear but he does return your smile.

there’s a few minutes till the three legged race starts, everyone’s running around. erwin’s knelt down to tie yours and mike’s legs together

as he’s doing so you can’t help but hear a high pitched windshieldy giggle leave petra and you visibly seem annoyed. that’s if your arms crossed over your chest and clenched jaw are anything to go by

levi hasn’t even said anything notably funny ???? what is she laughing at ????

he’s quite literally just standing there making awkward small talk with her

it goes something like this

“have you marked your exams yet?”

levi doesn’t realise she’s said anything till she taps his shoulder and he asks for her to repeat her question

“oh.” he thinks for a while. “no not yet. i’ve got better shit to do. i don’t see them till next week either way.”

and then she just starts laughing so hard that she has to hold her knees and when that isn’t enough she holds onto a nearby pole for support

you see where this is going

when her breathing gets even more uneven she reaches out to grab levi’s upper arm

YUP. you knew it. you can’t be mad at her really. no one knows you and levi are sort of a thing.

a thing? is that the term? well, whatever late night calls discussing books and a few heated kisses in private mean that’s what you are

levi stares at the hold she has on his arm and you expect him to shrug her off. instead he sees you look, smirks a little and waves all the while letting her hand stay there

and the icing on the cake is petra waving at you too and her eyes are much more expressive than she thinks they are

she’s internally laughing at you for sure.

ok, not a big deal, NOT a big deal!!!

this is just him getting back at you for before.

flipping your head back your sad expression probably catches mike’s attention because he seems to cave in

“want to make him jealous back?”

his suggestion is interesting but you catch yourself second guessing

“he’s doing that because he’s jealous.” you mumble shaking your leg to test the strength of erwin’s knot

“and? don’t let him win.” he glances at his shoulder gesturing for you to make the next move

nodding your head vigorously you throw your arm over mike’s shoulder but find he’s too tall to make that work so instead you settle on holding him by the side

it takes you a little to adjust to the close proximity but in the time it takes you to do that mike informs you of levi glaring at the two of you

“mind if i hold onto you here? we can coordinate our moves faster!!!” petra doesn’t even wait for levi to agree to what she says. she just flings one of her arms around his torso

again, he lets her just as last time.

this game of cat and mouse is getting tiring, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut when mike approached you.

“ON YOUR MARKS.”

your senses snap back to where you are. your grip on mike’s torso firms and he turns to nod at you.

you nod back.

you’ll win this.

“GET SET.”

“AND GO!”

okay, SO.

something in your game plan must have gone wrong but mike’s strength is something you’ve clearly underestimated. his first step is so powerful you don’t even have the time to start moving

you assume that’s how you collapse to the ground behind him and scrape your hands onto the cement of the track

so much for winning. all you’re doing is bleeding and hissing trying to cope with the stinging sensation

“mike?!?? not again??” hange groans and jogs over to the two of you untying the ropes at your legs.

“do we have to ban you from another event??? you’re too reckless sometimes.” hange smacks his chest and then hurriedly whispers “levi’s coming this way if you value your life you better bolt and use the first aid kit as an excuse.”

mike doesn’t even debate with himself, that’s his best bet at staying alive and so he dashes away as if he’s left the shower on at home for five hours unattended

some students are murmuring under their breaths and luckily for you the forever reliable gabi and falco have come to your rescue with bandages

“show me your hands.” levi’s hard voice interrupts all discussion. petra’s stood peering over his shoulder and you swear you catch her muffling a laugh

levi frowns. “you good?” he asks. you assume this answer will be the deciding factor regarding whether or not he makes this an issue with mike

“i’m great – trust me!! just a few scrapes.”

levi doesn’t look convinced but he let’s it go.

he helps you get up and takes the bandages from gabi thanking her.

“i’ll patch y/n up.” he tells hange pointedly and they agree. moblit at that moment happens to run over with a megaphone in hand.

“SHOWS OVER FOLKS!! WE’LL MOVE ON TO THE JUMP ROPE EVENT FOR NOW!!!”

“i’ll make him lose the one hundred meter sprint so badly he won’t know what hit him.” levi’s been grumbling the entire time he’s sat down to bandage your hands.

now that you’re both sat close to each other again murmurs of “matching tracksuits??” are back

“you don’t have to it was a mistake levi.”

levi shrugs eyes scanning his handiwork. “i want to. i’ve got to earn my kiss in front of a crowd anyway.”

gently letting go of your hand he looks out onto the track waiting to be called.

you’ve never seen levi give his full effort into sports day but even then you’re unsure if he’ll ever be able to beat mike.

honestly mike sure is fast and you recall one of the children referring to him with the nickname lightening bolt

and speak of the devil. a group of children walk past and are talking about the teacher’s race

“mr bolt’s gonna win for sure. you seen him run?? he could be an olympian!!!!” zofia’s gushing about him, she happens to be a big fan

the only nickname you’ve ever heard for levi is ursula – “ursula sure is evil for giving us that much work >:(” you had heard udo say once during class but after the earful he got from gabi he never used the name again, neither did anyone else

a few more minutes pass in a comfortable silence and levi’s called over to his lane. you’ve accepted the fact that there’s no changing his mind and he’s bound to compete now

“wait for me by the finish line.” he instructs and so you do. you go your separate paths. he to his lane (he’s in the lane two) and you to the finish line

petra’s already standing there waiting. her elbows are propped onto the railing peering out towards the contestants.

making your way to stand with her you see her sigh dreamily at levi in the distance

“hey, i know you don’t like levi a whole lot. you know your fued and all but do you think he’d say yes if i asked him out?”

well.

that sure is unexpected.

you fight the urge to scoff because you know you and levi are starting to drop more hints. is this her way of finding out the truth?

“me and levi don’t hate each other actually.”

“oh, well dislike.”

“we don’t dislike each other.”

“tolerate?” she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth trying to control her frustration

“petra. i like levi.” your confession knocks the wind out of her. you both silently exchange looks. she’s very clearly in disbelief.

the next time she speaks the previous playful lilt in her voice is long gone

“as soon as you noticed i liked him you just had to decide you liked him too. people like you make my skin crawl.”

?????????

why is she so bitter?.)/&£:

you can’t help liking levi and he likes you too,, so what now??

“he likes me back petra. can we be civil about this? i don’t like workplace drama. i had no idea you were into him.” you’re hoping that this will happen to shut her up but NO!!! it doesn’t she’s only more mouthy now

“prove it.” she points one of her manicured fingers into your chest and demands evidence she doesn’t even deserve to see

“what???”

“if he likes you back so much he should be able to show it.”

you know, if it were any day, any other time or any other person asking you this you would have out right refused, but given the circumstances and levi already waiting on you to kiss him in front of the entirety of the school you see no issue with having the last laugh in this argument

“fair enough.” you mutter and lean over to see hange announce the countdown

“ON YOUR MARKS.”

“GET SET.”

“AND GO!!!”

you swear you blink because GOD what on EARTH????? you don’t understand why previous to this levi balked at the thought of participating because he’s made it look so easy.

he’s not bolted he may as well have TELEPORTED to the finish line. mike is breaking out in a sweat far behind him and the boyish grin on levi’s face is enough to tell how he feels

gasps and applause can be heard from the children. zofia and udo are passionately arguing about some bet they’ve made - you make a mental note to tell them that making deals is fun as long as they don’t bet large amounts of money

levi’s jogging up to you completely ignoring petra’s presence

“told you i’d do it. i avenged you didn’t i?” you don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile so confidently in public

you acknowledge what he’s said with a cartoon like thumbs up and then you’re staring at him unable to locate your courage

oh fuck it

you lean in hurriedly and steal a peck from him. he blinks and then scowls much to petra’s amusement. she has to think he’s about to curse you out but unbeknownst to her she’s read the situation wrong

“is that your idea of a kiss??”

and then he takes matters into his own hands – no literally into his own hands. he cups your face in his palms and captures your lips with his own. as you reciprocate petra can be heard choking on her saliva.

“OH well who would’ve guessed the english and math department had an alliance????? not me???” next is hange, they’re feigning shock even though they’ve known what the two of you have been up to this entire time

the whispers have now become full on shouts

“i KNEW it they were dating?!?!”

“MAN??? I HAD A CRUSH ON MR ACKERMAN WHAT NOW???”

gabi and falco are audibly cheering, you’re quite sure they realised what was up long ago

“DON’T BE UPSET BUT I THINK THIS IS WAYYY BETTER THAN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!!!!” falco’s comment makes your heart rise in your chest

and you know what? you think so too.

as levi’s hand travels to the back of your neck pressing you further into him you come to the conclusion that maybe just maybe this is far better than pride and prejudice ever will be :-)

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cherrehx · 3 years

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okay so its 2am right now and I just thought of something really cute hhhh, so basically, how would kaminari, kirishima, todoroki and bakugou react to finding ship art or something of them and their crush?? I love your writing btw, it's so awesome 💕💕

super long wait, i know. half of this was written when bnha was still my hyperfixation, hence why it's one shots. the headcanons were written now, because i felt bad leaving out denki and eijirou. -cherry

katsuki bakugō:

it was just after nine in the afternoon. katsuki had already gone to sleep as per usual, though tonight he was rudely interrupted by loud knocking on his room's door.

"the hell do you want, loser?!", he shouted, still unsure of who was even at his door. everyone knew by now not to disturb him, so who dared to do so anyways?

getting out of bed and proceeding to open the door, the ash blond was slightly less angered when he saw eijirou standing there. said red head looked frantic because of something. bakugou honestly didn't even want to know what had got him so distraught, but he knew he wouldn't get his well deserved sleep otherwise,

"spit it out, shitty hair."

"we were looking at pictures from the sports festival online and we found something that you should maybe see for yourself!", eijirou started, realizing that he wasn't getting his friend's attention, so he added, "it's about you and (y/n)!"

kirishima was the only one that knew about bakugou's secret crush on you. that's why he wasn't laughing like everyone else in the common room; because what they found may cause complications.

after kirishima had mentioned your name, bakugou was swiftly jogging towards where almost all of his class was sitting gathered around a laptop, which seemed to be mina's, judging by all the leopardy and pink stickers on it.

"out of the way extras!", katsuki stomped over to see what all the fuss was about. from the corner of his eye he saw how you were cowering next to one of the couches, face covered by your hands. at first he couldn't understand why, but when he saw a particular piece of artwork displayed on the laptop screen, he figured you were just majorly embarrassed.

the art that his class found on google was from somebody's blog that was all about the 'heroes of the future!'. needless to say, the blog didn't only deal with the heroes, but also the relationships of them. ever since an encounter at the sports festival that a lot of people saw and shared around, you and bakugou had become a popular so called ship. (the girls explained that 'ship' didn't mean anything related to boats when they teased you about mentioned moment in front of him.)

katsuki couldn't help but feel embarrassed himself, but he also had to keep his cool to not seem suspicious. looking at the drawing of you and him one more time, the ash blond walked over to you, ignoring anything his class was saying.

"(y/n), you ok?", he crouched down to your level, poking your head once. his only response was a quiet hum, followed by a hiccup. worried, katsuki grabbed your hand tightly and pulled you outside the dorm.

the air was nice, not too hot, nor too cold. a light wind was blowing as the moon shone brightly.

bakugou gave you a little space and some time to calm down. when you did, he was quick to ask,

"what's the matter? did you get THAT embarrassed by it?"

you shook your head no. it was something more, but was this the right time to tell him?

"i was really embarrassed at first.", you started, "but then i thought about something and cried."

"about what?", the usually loud boy asked softly. silence was all he got for a good minute until you finally responded,

"you know how they say 'life imitates art'? i really wish it w-was like that..."

now you were the one getting silence as a response. did you really just say that?

"idiot, being all cryptic and shit.", katsuki tried to stay calm, even if he was freaking out on the inside, "if you want a kiss you can have it."

shōto todoroki:

mr. aizawa's classes had a pretty strict schedule most of the time: first the class would get an assignment, that they'd do until said teacher falls asleep. after that, everyone would quietly - in order to not wake up aizawa - do anything they want, really.

for shouto this was more or less just plainly boring, as he was one of the few students that actually did what they had to. he'd finish his work and then wait, because he had nothing else to do. he was most likely to bother midoriya, but today he was very into whatever he was writing down in his little book. so shouto settled for observing the classmates behaviour. well, rather your behaviour.

the half and half boy knew it was weird, but he liked watching you. he liked seeing you, especially when you were happy and smiling. todoroki knew what these 'symptoms' were, but he wanted everything to stay as it was for now.

why he had caught those feelings, he didn't know. he figured it was the way you stood out. you didn't get lost in between the others and he liked that.

while todoroki was deep in thought, ashido had walked over to your desk, where you were doing the assignment in peace and quiet,

"(y/n), look! the other's and i thought about how todoroki always stares at you so intensely, so we created these shipnames! which one do you like better?"

you looked at the paper or rather the newly created words and little pictures drawn by some of your classmates and immediately turned red. flailing your hands around a little, you lied,

"none of these, i don't...like todoroki in that way."

mina looked a tad upset at that, but she understood, nodded and walked back to her table. you sort of felt bad, having killed her excitement, but you didn't need anyone knowing about your secret crush on the stoic one.

speaking of the stoic one, he couldn't hear anything you and mina had talked about. he only saw her walking over, showing you something and you freaking out and sending her away. needless to say, he was curious what had caught you off guard so much. when shouto saw mina throwing away that suspicious piece of paper, he decided to look at it when class ended. even if he thought sticking his hand in the trash was a little gross.

the end of class came sooner than expected. shouto was packing his bag slower than usual, waiting until everyone had left. after they did, he skipped over to the trash can, pulling out the latest addition: a piece of paper that embarrassed (y/n)!

he stuffed it in his bag and carried on walking to his dorm room, where he finally felt safe looking at it, " 'ship names'? why would they want to name a boat after (y/n) and i?", he asked himself, before a certain doodle on the page explained your reaction and the girls' name-mixing. even shouto couldn't help but react in some way, thinking about said doodle happening in real life. that's when he got startled by a knock on his door.

"hey, todoroki. i know you always do your work in class, so i thought i'd come and ask you about...", you drifted off, seeing the light blush on his cheeks and his fire side burning, "...umm, am i interrupting something?"

he was hiding a piece of paper behind his back. you could see just the corner of it, but that was enough for you to identify what paper it was.

"didn't take you for the nosey type.", you akwardly laughed in order to drown out your embarrassment.

"sorry, i got curious.", he looked unusually upset, averting his heterochromatic eyes and letting his arms drop on his sides. you confirmed the paper was indeed the one that mina showed you earlier.

"did you dislike it a lot?", shouto asked without thinking.

now it was your turn to blush.

denki kaminari:

-ok hear me out

-his love language has to be physical touch

-so naturally, when you guys and the rest of the bakusquad had a sleepover, you cuddled

-platonically of course (even though both of you had feelings for one another, but shh)

-oh, but mina couldn't let this one slip

-she HAD to take a picture

-in the morning, when you were still only half awake, mina ecstatically showed her phone into your face

-"LOOK, (Y/N), YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST!"

-queue embarrassed (y/n) and denki

eijirō kirishima:

-i feel like with him, you had been like childhood friends

-and back in the day, you guys were all like

-"i'm gonna marry you when i'm older!"

-so you engraved a little "eijirō & (y/n)" into a tree

-years and years later you guys go back to that spot

-just because you wanted to reminisce the good old days

-you guys find the carvings

-"you know, (y/n), i still haven't changed my mind."

-"what do you mean, eijirou?"

-"i'd still marry you."

#headcanons #eijirou kirishima x reader #one shots #katsuki bakugou x reader #denki kaminari x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #x reader #shōto todoroki #eijirō kirishima #katsuki bakugō #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #fanfiction

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pankows-girl · 4 years

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What Happens When Pogues Mack Ch.1 - JJ Maybank

Summary: Y/N finds out she’s pregnant.

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Cursing, pregnancy, angst

Requested: Yes

A/N: i tried to make this as angsty as possible. i hope its somewhat decent because i kept rewriting certain areas. also as usual i was kinda too lazy to go through and edit so there might be a few mistakes. more jj fics to come soon! Part 2 maybe?

[Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3]

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!” You heard right before getting smacked in the face with a pillow. Kie laughed above you, bouncing on the bed next to you.

You groaned in annoyance, grabbing the pillow and throwing it at her. She dodged it and plopped down next to you. “I am never sleeping over at your house again,” You scowled at her jokingly. Kid smiled in response, poking you in the side.

Suddenly your stomach churned and your scowled contorted into a grimace. Kie watched concerned as you jumped off the bed, cradling your stomach and covering your mouth as you ran to the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat before emptying the contents of your stomach in it. Your eyes water and you use one of you hands to hold back your hair and the other to support yourself.

This was the third morning in a row that you woke up sick and you thought it was just the flu or something but now you weren’t so sure. You tried to remember the last time you had gotten your period and came up empty. You were definitely late for it and a million thoughts crossed your mind before you called out for Kie.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” She questioned.

“Shit,” you breathed out beginning to panic. “Kie! Get it here now! Please!”

Kie ran into the bathroom as fast as she could, accidentally kicking the door frame with her foot. “Fuck, shit!” She cried out. “What’s wrong?”

“Kie, I think I might be pregnant,” You said, voice quivering slightly.

She froze in place, whipping her head around to stare at you. Her eyes looked like they were ready to pop out of her head in shock. You looked away from her scrutinizing gaze, feeling ashamed of yourself.

“Ok, don’t freak out. We’ll go get a test so we can be positive. Well hopefully not positive ‘cause you know…” Kie trailed off. You would have laughed at her awkwardness had you not been freaking out.

The two of you rushed to the shop and back to Kiara’s house as fast as possible. You went to the bathroom, holding the bag with the pregnancy test in hand and closed the door behind you for some privacy. You took the box out and opened it.

You stared at the test for a minute before you worked up the courage to get down to business. You pulled down your pants and sat in the toilet ready to pee on the stick and get this whole thing over with. After you finish you wash your hands and set a timer in your phone until the results are ready. You let Kie into the bathroom to wait with you.

The timer went off and your eyes were filled with unshed tears at this point, threatening to spill over at any given moment. You almost couldn’t bring yourself to look, too scared of what the result would be. You stared down at the pregnancy test in your hand. It showed two thin lines that took your breath away and not in a good way. You felt like you were gonna be sick again. Shakily, you passed it to Kie to examine.

Kie took the test in her hands, eyes widening as she looked at the results. “Y/N… It’s positive,” She said, giving you a look of sympathy.

You shook your head, tears in your eyes. You. How could you take care of a baby when you could barely take care of yourself? You started to cry, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. Kie set the test on the counter and pulled you into her arms as tears streamed down your face.

“How are you gonna tell JJ?” Kie asked carefully, knowing the two of you had been ‘sneaking around.’ It wasn’t really a secret between the Pogues that you and JJ were together. They didn’t seem to mind either, despite it breaking the rule of no pogues macking on other pogues, because they knew how much you liked each other and were good for one another.

You sobered up, freezing in Kiara’s embrace. You had no idea how you were going to tell him or how he would react to you being pregnant with his child. You were just kids and could barely even take care of yourselves let alone a baby. JJ already had enough on his plate having to pay off his restitution and avoid his dad's wrath, you were worried how he would take the news.

“I don’t know, Kie,” You sighed. “What if I tell him and he freaks out?”

Kie bites her lip. JJ has never been known to act rationally when it came to such serious things but she also knew how he felt about you. He loved you, anyone could see that. And she just hoped that JJ’s reaction proved it.

Later that day Kiara dropped you off at home and you texted JJ to meet you there. You flopped down on your bed waiting for him to arrive. You and Kiara both agreed that you should tell JJ the news straight up no matter what. There was no point in beating around the bush, especially since soon you wouldn’t be able to hide it after your baby bump started to show.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard tapping on your window. You roll out of bed when you see it's just JJ. You told him to go through the front door since no one else was home but like usual he didn’t listen. His hand brushes against yours as he climbs inside your room and your heart starts to beat so loudly in your chest you’re sure JJ can hear it too.

“Why didn’t you use the door?”

“Sneaking in through your window makes me feel like a badass,” JJ said laughing. He sat down on your bed, patting the seat next to him. “So, you said you had something important to tell me or did you just miss me?”

You ignored his invitation to sit down, biting your lip as you practiced what you were about to say in your head.

“Y/N?” JJ said when you didn’t respond.

“JJ, I’m pregnant.”

You stared at the floor, unable to meet his eyes. He didn’t say anything and you wondered if he had disappeared into thin air. You wished a hold would open up underneath you and swallow you whole or maybe even for another store to come and wash everything away because anything would be better than JJ’s silence.

“Are you sure?” He asks hesitantly and you nod, still not having the courage to look at him. “Fuck. What are we gonna do? We’re just a couple of Pogues who don’t know shit about taking care of a kid.” JJ hopped off the bed and began pacing.

“JJ, hey,” You said, trying to get him to look at you. “It’s fine. We'll be fine.”

“I’m not ready to be a dad, I can’t.” He declared, finally looking at you for the first time since you told him you were pregnant.

“You think that I’m ready to be a mom? Hell no, but it doesn’t mean I can’t do this,” You said hoping to get through to him. “I’m keeping the Baby, JJ.”

“No, no. I can’t do this with you right now. I’m sorry but I have to go.”

You watched JJ as he dashed out of your room. “You’re just gonna walk away like that?” You yelled at his back. “Well fuck you then! I don’t need you!”

He did walk away just like that, slamming your front door behind him. You scoffed, now he wanted to use the fucking door. You heard the door open a moment later and you ran out of your room hoping JJ changed his mind and came back. Instead you saw your mom and younger sister, faces filled with confusion. You didn’t even notice you were crying until your mother had her arms around you, wiping your fallen tears away.

You hugged her back tightly. Your heart was broken into a million pieces, your worst fear had come true when JJ walked out on you. Ever since your dad left you mom for some rich kook woman you had been afraid of the same thing happening to you. JJ knew that too and he still left. Maybe that’s what hurt the most.

“Mom, I’m so sorry,” You cried out. “I didn’t mean to, I swear and h-he, JJ, got upset and he left. Oh my god, he just left.” You cried some more as your mom comforted you. You felt like your throat was closing as you choked on your tears.

“Go get your sister some water,” Your mom told you little sister. “It’s ok, baby. I got you.”

Your sister returned with the water and you drank it all within a matter of seconds as your mother guided you back to your room. She crawled on the bed with you, placing the blanket over you and stroked your hair.

“Mommy, I’m pregnant,” You whispered. You expected her to get mad like JJ did but she didn’t. Instead she wrapped your arms around you and whispered reassurances to you. She said that JJ would come around and it might take some time but to trust him. You really hoped that she was right because you didn’t know what you would do without him.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, grateful for your mom who never left your side until the morning. She gave you some tips on how to help with morning sickness and went to make breakfast for the family. You didn’t feel like getting out of bed or even eating but you forced yourself to get ready for the day. You opened your window, hoping a little fresh air would help get you out of your slump.

You took a quick shower, most of which you spent feeling your tummy, unable to imagine a tiny baby growing inside of you. The hot water felt good on your skin and you wished you never had to get out but of course you did. You threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt of JJ’s that he had left over one night. It still smelled like him and it made you want to cry.

When you walked back in your room you saw JJ trying to sneak into your room through the window and it scared the shit out of you. “What the fuck, JJ?”

“Y/N, please hear me out,” JJ pleaded, staring at you. His eyes were filled with determination and you knew he wouldn’t give up without a fight. You crossed your arms in response. “I’m so sorry for how I reacted. I was being fucking stupid and I was scared. You’ve seen how my dad is and I guess I was just afraid I’d end up just like him. I never want my kid to grow up with a deadbeat dad like I did. I wanna be here for you. For our baby.”

Your lip quivered at his confession, feeling heartbroken at the truth about how he felt. From the moment you met JJ you knew he was special and for him to think he could ever be like his father was a punch to the gut. He was the sweetest, kindest person you ever had the pleasure of knowing and you knew with your whole heart that JJ would ever end up like that monster.

“Don’t ever think that of yourself again. You’re going to be a great father,” You sniffled, clutching the material of his shirt in your hand before pulling him into your arms. You clung to him like a baby, your tears wetting his lips as you pulled him into a kiss. JJ had a few tears of his own streaming down his cheeks and you wiped them away, holding JJ’s chin in your hand and turned his face to look at you. “I love you, JJ. I’m so happy you came back.”

“I’m never leaving you again, pretty girl.” JJ murmured. “It was the biggest mistake of my life.”

Your bedroom door creaked open and your mom stuck her head in. “Breakfast is ready if you-,” She started but stopped when she saw JJ. She smiled at you both before giving JJ a look that said ‘you better not hurt my daughter again,’ and closing the door on her way out. She was happy to see the two of you making up. JJ was a good kid and she knew you loved each other very much so for now she would let you be and save the safe sex lecture for later even though now it was far too late for that.

“Does your mom know?” JJ asked nervously.

“Why? Thinking about backing out again?” You teased.

JJ shook his head. “No, not by choice at least. Just want to make sure your mom doesn’t murder. Did you see the death stare she gave me?”

“You’ll be fine,” You laughed, patting his chest.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby! Our own baby Pogue!” JJ chortled, spinning you around the room. He pulled you into a kiss and you both laughed in excitement.

The next few days that followed consisted of you and JJ telling the rest of the Pogues besides Kiara, who already knew, that you were pregnant. They took it surprisingly well and you figured Kiara might have let something slip so that they had some time to process you and JJ together before freaking out when you told them.

JJ also would not stop saying “damn my baby momma is fine!” any chance he got. He felt immense pride knowing you were carrying his child and he would let the whole world know if he could. He loved you with his whole being and he would continue to for the rest of his life. Not only you, but your child as well. JJ realized that he finally had the chance at the family he always wanted and he knew would do anything he had to make it work. He thought back to when you and him started sneaking around. He was the one who initiated the relationship, breaking the no pogues macking on other pogues rule, not caring about the consequences. He surely didn’t think it was you pregnant but now that he knew what happens when pogues mack, he still didn’t regret a single thing. He was finally happy.

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xbladekitkat85 · 4 years

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You Have a What Now?!

Warnings: Referenced/Implied homophobia/transphobia

A/N Morgan is aged up, about 16 and Peter and Harley are in their mid twenties. Also, regarding the warnings, there is a happy ending don’t worry!

Peter's POV

I was sitting in my room, trying to find Christmas presents for Dad, but usually, that's impossible since he has everything he wants. I was debating whether to just give up and take a nap or keep searching when I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in." I said.

The door opened and Morgan, my younger sister, poked her head in.

"Hey Peter? Can I tell you something? And you have to promise not to tell dad."

"Ok, what is it, Morgs?"

"Well, you know my friend I told you about? The one in my robotics class who's really nice to me?" She reminded me.

"Carter, right?" I said, sipping my cup of hot chocolate.

"Yeah, well, he asked me out and I said yes."

I choked on my hot chocolate and had to take a moment to process this new information.

I knew this day would come eventually. I have been thinking about it since the day Morgan started talking about how cute that friend in her homeroom and robotics class is. How he had been the nicest to her when the popular girls hated her for not hanging out with them. And he helped her when she was struggling to figure out why her calculations were messing up her invention.

But I didn't expect the news to be dropped this fast. I mean, they've only known each other for about 5 months.

"Peter, you know how dad is!" She begged. "Please don't tell him. Carter really wants to be accepted by you guys. He has a hard enough time at home already. Please don't mess this up."

"Ok, I will try to keep this a secret but I can't keep any promises." I said.

"Keep what a secret?" I heard Harley ask from the doorway.

We both froze.

"We know you're gay!" I blurted without thinking.

Harley raised any eyebrow.

"And how did you come to this conclusion?" He asked.

"He was just joking, Harley." Morgan said.

"Ok, what's really going on?" Harley asked

I looked at Morgan to check if she was ok with me telling Harley her secret.

She nodded.

"Ok, our baby sister has a boyfriend now." I said slowly.

Harley looked unsurprised.

"I figured. I knew you were texting someone. You were giggly when I asked last week." He said.

"Can you not tell dad please? If he finds out, he's going to threaten Carter and I don't want that!" Morgan said.

"He's not the only one. I'll threaten him myself." Harley said. "I'm gonna get my potato gun and hit the road. Morgs, what's his address?"

"Are you actually serious? You're going to threaten Carter with your potato gun?" Morgan asked incredulously.

"Whoever dates my baby sis has to be threatened by the eldest brother, that's the way the world works." Harley stated. "If you don't give me his address, then I will ask FRIDAY to do it. Then dad will find out."

"No, no way. You are not threatening Carter!" Morgan protested. "If you do that, I will personally disassemble your potato gun and lock you out of your lab so you can't rebuild it."

"Oh yeah? And how will you lock me out of my own lab?" Harley challenged.

"I have my ways. Who do you think hacked dad's protocols and renamed them?" Morgan asked.

"I thought that was Peter." Harley said confusedly. "Renaming the enhanced vision option in the Iron Man suit, Old Man Bifocals Protocol sounds like something Peter would do. And do you even know how to hack security programs?"

"I can reprogram security measures just as well as protocol names, Harley." Morgan shot back. "Just because I am the youngest, does not mean I am the most inexperienced."

"I believe you." I piped up.

"Shut up Peter." Harley snapped.

I raised my hands in surrender.

"Ok, I will only tell you the address if you agree to not take your potato gun." Morgan said. "You may take something like, I don't know, a spoon. Something you can improvise with, but not actually be able to do anything with. Then, and only then, will I tell you Carter's address. And you can only go there until 6 pm. That's when his parents come home from work."

"Fine by me. I know how I can threaten your boyfriend with a spoon." Harley said in a slightly concerning tone.

"Ok, I'll text you the address." Morgan reluctantly said.

"Don't scare him too much." I said. "Although I was dreading this day, I still want to meet Carter in one piece. Harley, please don't kill him."

"You got it." Harley replied, pulling a large metal serving spoon out of his backpack.

"Harley, what the hell?! Why the heck do you have a giant freaking spoon in your bag?" Morgan asked, baffled.

"Reasons." He replied simply. And then he walked out of the room without another word.

"Should I be worried?" Morgan asked me.

"Honestly, that is a total Harley thing to have in a bag, so, no." I replied.

*Time skip to Christmas Eve*

Morgan's POV

Christmas was finally here after what felt like months. As usual, we are having a family game night before we open the first present at midnight. Things were going well with Carter but he was still having troubles at home. I just hope his Christmas wasn't too bad.

*RING RING RING*

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that Carter was calling. I sighed softly because Carter usually texts me. He only calls in emergencies. I excused myself from our game of Monopoly Deal and answered it.

"Are you okay Carter?" I asked quietly.

I heard a sniffle on the other end.

"You know how I came out to my sister that I was trans a week ago and made her promise not to tell my parents?"

"Yeah... Oh my gosh, she told them didn't she."

I heard Carter sob on the other end.

"They kicked me out." Carter sobbed. "They didn't even listen when I tried to explain how much it would mean to me if they at least tried to accept it. Please, Morgan. Can I stay with you? I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Of course you can. I'm on my way, where are you now?" I asked, grabbing my car keys.

"I'm at the subway stop on 50th street. By the Broadway Theatre."

"I'm coming, don't worry. Stay where you are."

"Ok. See you soon. Thank you Morgan, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Anytime you need me." I replied soothingly.

I hung up the phone and started making my way to the garage.

"Hold it! Where are you going young lady?" Dad asked.

"To pick up someone. He needs a place to stay." I said, continuing to walk.

"Honey, who are you talking about?" Mom asked in confusion.

"I'll explain later. Just wait until I get back."

*After bringing Carter to the house*

"Ok Carter, you can sleep on the couch in my room and I'll make sure you have everything you need."

"So, you're Carter." Peter said intrigued.

"Uh, um yeah, that's me." Carter said nervously.

"I would like to know what the relationship between you two is." Dad said, sipping his wine. "Friends, BFF's, I don't really know."

I took a deep breath.

"Mom, dad, I have something to tell you. This is my boyfriend, Carter."

Dad choked on his wine and mom smiled.

"Good for you. I was wondering when you would find someone." Mom said.

"Pep, what do you mean this is good?! She can't be allowed to date! She's too young!"

"She's independent enough to make her own decisions without us approving them." Mom reasoned then turned to look at me. "Unless they're dangerous. Then you have to get our ok."

"Dad just try to accept this for now, Carter is already stressed and scared." I pleaded. "He just got kicked out of his own home."

"Did Carter do something wrong?" Dad asked.

"No, he just... It's his family, they don't accept him for the real him." I tried to explain, without giving too much away. "Carter needs a safe place and I hoped this would be it, but you are acting like you have a stick up your butt!"

"Wait, the real him?" Dad asked. Then he realized what I meant.

"Holy shit, Carter I'm sorry." Dad said.

Carter looked at his feet in shame but to my surprise, everyone came and gave Carter a group hug. I joined in and we all hugged Carter the way that his parents wouldn't: with understanding and acceptance. I knew that my family accepted him and I couldn't be any happier.

"Well, I guess we got a new member of the family." Peter said.

We broke apart from the hug and Carter had tears of joy in his eyes.

"Thank you for accepting me into your family when mine wouldn't." He sniffled. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Of course you'll be accepted here." Dad said. "I will always accept anybody who has to go through having horrible parents not accepting them. I came out as bi a few years before my parents died and my dad threw a hissy fit. My mom was more accepting. I wouldn't wish for anybody to have a horrible dad like I did."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for intruding on your Christmas but I knew Morgan was the one I could trust."

"Don't worry Carter ." I said. "Whenever you need a place to crash, we will always have our door open for you."

Carter kissed my cheek and dad gasped dramatically.

"How long have you been kissing my daughter?!"

Carter visibly tensed up.

"Dad, don't worry about it." Peter said. "Have more wine. Then we can watch you make a fool of yourself while playing Balderdash!"

"Ok, Carter, you want to join us?" I asked holding out my hand.

Carter smiled and took it.

"Thanks for everything Morgan." He said softly.

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btsqualityy · 5 years

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BTS Toddler Series #20: Comfort

Kim Seokjin

“Mommy, raccoon,” Kaiden whined as he tried to reach for his stuffed raccoon that you had in yours hands.

“Baby, I have to wash it,” you said as you walked into the laundry room, Kaiden following close behind you.

“No wash,” Kaiden protested. You grabbed the bottle of laundry detergent as you set the raccoon on top of the washing machine, opening the bottle and pouring a little right onto the fur of the raccoon.

“It’s super dirty Kade. Don’t you want your raccoon to be nice and clean?” You tired to persuade him and Kaiden just pouted at your words. You opened the washer and dropped the stuffed animal inside, pouring more detergent in and making sure the settings were right before you pressed the start button.

“It’ll be done in a little while Kade and then you can cuddle him all you want to,” you told him as he set his hands against the washer, watching as the raccoon began to spin around inside. “Come with me.”

“Stay here,” Kaiden said as he sat down in front of the washer.

“Alright, suit yourself,” you relented, deciding that there was no harm in him waiting for his raccoon. You walked out of the laundry room, going to do some other things around the house.

About 20 minutes later, when you heard the washing machine beep, you walked back into the laundry room to see Kaiden still in his spot in front of the washer. You walked over to him, opening the machine and pulling out his raccoon.

“See Kade?” You said as you held the stuffed animal up to his nose.

“Smell good,” he giggled and you nodded. “Have raccoon now Mommy?”

“It has to dry sweetie,” you grimaced and Kaiden’s eyes widened as he watched you open the dryer and toss the raccoon inside.

“No fair,” he pouted, making you chuckle and run your hand over his hair.

Min Yoongi

“Ready for bed baby girl?” Yoongi asked Kinsley as he bent down and picked her up, setting her on his hip.

“Yeah,” she mumbled quietly, nodding her head. You smiled and followed behind Yoongi as he carried Kinsley into her bedroom. You pulled back the blankets on her bed before Yoongi gently laid her down in bed.

“Do you want Mommy or Daddy to read you a story before you go to sleep?” You questioned and Kinsley shook her head. “Too tired, huh?” You cooed, reaching out and pushing a few flyaway strands of her hair out of her face as she nodded.

“Alright, good night baby girl,” Yoongi said but a loud whimper from Kinsley made his eyes widen. “What is it?”

“Paci,” she muttered, making you groan inwardly at the fact that she had noticed that you hadn’t given her her pacifier yet.

“Sweetheart, do you really need your paci? I bet you could sleep without it,” you tried to convince her but the way that she rapidly shook her head and the tears started to well up in her eyes made you want to change your mind.

“Daddy, paci,” Kinsley whined loudly as tears slipped down her cheeks, making Yoongi groan and look over at you.

“Y/N-ah, come on,” he pleaded. “Can’t we just give it to her?”

“Yoongs, she has to learn how to be without it eventually.”

“But it comforts her,” he pointed out. The both of you looked down at Kinsley, who was sniffling and rubbing at her eyes. Sighing heavily, you walked over to the high shelf where Kinsley’s keepsakes were and grabbed her pacifier. Walking back over to her, you held it out to her and she happily grabbed it before sticking it into her mouth.

“Alright, now good night baby girl,” Yoongi whispered as he bent down, leaving a gentle kiss on Kinsley’s forehead. You both watched as she settled underneath her covers, sleep taking over her almost instantly.

Kim Namjoon

“My sticks,” Mason pouted as you and Namjoon shared a weary look with each other. You had been in the process of getting Mason ready for bed, until he requested to take his drumsticks from his little drum kit into bed with him. Usually, neither you nor Namjoon had a problem with it but the other day, he had damn near poked his eye out from sleeping so wildly so you and Namjoon were both more than hesitant.

“I think maybe you should leave them in your toy box sweetie,” you suggested but the loud whine from Mason cut you off.

“No, sleep with them,” Mason said.

“Buddy, we don’t want you to hurt yourself,” Namjoon tried to explain.

“No hurt myself. Please,” Mason pleaded and your heart softened at how insistent he was.

“What do you think Joon?” You said as you looked over at him.

“I’d let him, but the possibility of him hurting himself in the middle of the night,” he trailed off and you nodded both in agreement and understanding.

“How about this?” You said after thinking for a minute. “You know that table next to your bed?” You asked and Mason nodded slowly. “You can put your drumsticks there, but not in bed with you. Ok?”

“Ok,” he agreed slowly, making you smile and kiss his forehead.

“You’re a genius, you know that?” Namjoon said, making you look up at him with a smile.

“Oh, I know,” you smirked, leaning up and kissing him firmly.

Jung Hoseok

“Have you ever noticed this?” Hobi asked you and you looked over at him with an arched brow.

“Noticed what?”

“How weird our children are,” he chuckled, making you roll your eyes and peek into the doorway of Berkeley and Lennox’s bedroom. Looking on the right side of the room, Lennox was snuggled in his bed with one of the throw pillows from the living couch underneath his head. On the left side of the room, Berkeley was asleep was well, but with one of Hobi’s hats on top of her head.

“They’re not weird,” you tried to defend. “That’s just their comfort items. All kids have something that make them feel better.”

“But a throw pillow and my favorite hat though? Seriously?”

“Hey, my nephew went through a phase where he slept with a wooden cooking spoon in his hands,” you laughed. Hobi did the same and shook his head in disbelief.

“Well, I guess it could be worse,” he shrugged. “Doesn’t mean that they’re not still weird though.”

“Call my babies weird again and you won’t be getting any for the next two weeks,” you threatened before turning and walking down the hall to your bedroom.

“Y/N-ah, wait,” Hobi whisper-yelled. “I’m sorry,” he said before speed walking after her.

Park Jimin

“Mommy,” Noah whined as he walked into your and Jimin’s bedroom.

“What is it sweetie?” You smiled as he walked over and leaned against the side of your bed.

“Can’t find my blanket,” he pouted.

“Where did you last have it baby?” You asked him, and you had to resist the urge to laugh at how cute he looked when he shrugged his shoulders.

“I dunno.”

“What’s going on here?” Jimin wondered as he walked out of the bathroom, turning the light off behind him.

“Noah can’t find his blanket,” you explained, making Jimin smile.

“I think I know where it is,” Jimin said as he walked over to your shared closet, opening it and reaching inside. After rummaging around for a few seconds, Jimin stepped back with Noah’s blanket in hand. Noah bounded over to his father while Jimin bent down so that he was level with Noah.

“I found this on the bathroom floor,” Jimin said as he looked at Noah. “You have to keep better track of this and take care of it. Ok mini me?”

“Ok daddy,” Noah nodded and Jimin handed the blanket over to him. Noah then toddled out of the room and you looked over at Jimin as he walked over and got into bed next to you.

“I never would’ve thought that he’d actually fall in love with my old blanket,” you giggled, making Jimin grin.

“But he’s so adorable with it,” Jimin said and you nodded in agreement.

Kim Taehyung

“Spencer, stop that,” Taehyung sighed as he pulled the piece of paper that Spencer had been ripping up out of her hands.

“Daddy, mines,” Spencer whined as she stomped her foot. Tae groaned as he realized that the piece of paper that Spencer had torn up was his copy of the group’s upcoming schedule.

“Munchkin, this was important for daddy,” Tae said as he looked down at her.

“Mines,” she declared, making Tae raise an eyebrow at her.

“Spencer, you know better than to tear up daddy’s things,” he said firmly but he realized that what he said went into one ear and out of the other when Spencer threw herself onto the couch in a tantrum. Just as Tae was about to walk over to her, he heard the front door open and he looked over to see you walking inside.

“Hi Tae,” you greeted with a smile, walking over to him and smiling widely.

“Hi Y/N-ah,” he smiled back, leaning in and pecking your lips softly. After pulling away, you looked over and frowned when you saw Spencer whining and rolling around on the couch.

“What’s wrong with her?” You asked and Tae groaned.

“What isn’t wrong with her?” He said, making you look back at him. “She’s been fussy all day, she hasn’t been listening to a word I’ve said, and she tore up my schedule,” he ranted. You then looked back at Spencer, a smirk appearing on your face as you realized what was wrong.

“Tae, she’s tired,” you said, making him frown.

“How do you know?”

“She’s pulling her ear,” you explained and Tae’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. How could he not have noticed that? “Here, come on Spence,” you whispered as you walked over to the couch, picking her up and setting her on your hip. “Someone needs a nap.” Tae stood in his place and watched as you carried Spencer upstairs to her room.

“Wow. I had one job,” Tae mutters to himself.

Jeon Jungkook

“Hey hey,” Jungkook sung, making both you and Ava look towards the doorway of Ava’s bedroom.

“Daddy!” Ava cheered, climbing down off of her bed and running towards Jungkook. Jungkook bent down and caught her, hoisting her up and hugging her to his chest.

“I see you got out of recording early,” you smiled, watching as Jungkook walked over to you and left a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, it went pretty well so uncle Joonie let me out early,” Jungkook smiled as he looked down at Ava.

“Daddy, read story with us,” Ava said and Jungkook nodded as he set her down into her bed. Jungkook tried to sit next to you on Ava’s bed but the insane amount of stuffed animals in Ava’s bed made it almost impossible.

“Angel, don’t you think you should move some of these plushies out of your bed?” Jungkook suggested as he picked up some of the stuffed animals to move them onto the floor.

“No daddy,” Ava whined as she reached over, taking the plushies out of Jungkook’s hands and putting them back onto her bed. You couldn’t help but to laugh as Jungkook looked over at you with a confused look on his face.

“She likes having all of her stuff animals in bed with her because it makes her feel safe,” you explained.

“Oh, so they’re like her comfort items?” He wondered and you nodded in confirmation. “Well, I’m sorry Angel.”

“It’s okay daddy,” Ava smiled. “Now you read story with us?”

“Absolutely,” he nodded with a grin as you handed the storybook over to him.

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koyasparrapio · 4 years

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First kiss with BTS

Jin: Jin had prepared a full course Korean meal for our fourth date. The smell of the food made me salivate a little and I couldn’t help making my way into the kitchen to take a peek at Jin. I made my way into his kitchen and saw him standing hovering over the stove. “Can I help?” I asked softly. He turned to me and beamed. “Of course! Come here, I’ll show you.” I stood in front of the stove, picking up the spoon resting on the side. Jin stood behind me, guiding my actions. “Yah! Stir the pot. Don’t let the food burn.” I started laughing and he nudged me out of the way to save our dinner. I was turning red with laughter, and I found myself struggling to catch my breath. Jin placed his hands on his hips like a dad and watched me with a straight face. His face began to contort and the kitchen was ringing with both of our laughter. “Yah y/n-ah, why did you start laughing?” I took a moment to catch my breath. “The way you shout is so funny. I couldn’t help it.” He let out his signature window wiper laugh. I made my way back over to the stove and stirred the pot while still giggling. “Well, there’s no point now! It’s already done.” He rested his hands on my shoulders, his soft eyes meeting mine. I smiled and stared back at him, trying my best not to continue laughing. Jin’s plump pink lips curled into a smile and my eyes focused on them. I bit my lower lip, unable to remove my eyes from his perfectly sculpted lips. He moved in closer, so close I could feel his warm breath. His hands slid down my arms and I intertwined my fingers with his. He leaned down to gently touch his lips to mine. “Yah, can eat now? The smell is killing me.”

Yoongi: Getting yoongi to go anywhere was like pulling teeth and in the few weeks we’d been dating, I already figured out that the best way to spend time with him was to just ask if I could hang around. I didn’t mind, but if I had known he would be working so seriously, i would’ve brought something to do. It had been about an hour and a half and I was getting really bored, my phone was no longer entertaining me. Yoongi sat at his desk with one leg folded and headphones on, clearly in work mode with no signs of stopping any time soon. I craned my neck to peek at the screen, only to be confused by the sound waves and columns full of commands that meant nothing to me. I stared at the screen as I fidgeted more to get a better look, the leather couch squeaking from my movement. giving up, I flopped backwards on the couch and stuck my legs straight up, moving them back and forth slowly. I wondered if I should ask yoongi if there was something I could do. or was that weird? as if on cue, Yoongi pushed his headphones off one ear and turned around. “so-“ he paused and stared with his mouth slightly open. I stared back like a deer in headlights, one leg in the air and the other hanging off the side of the couch. I’m not sure what I thought he would do but he just laughed. “What are you doing, y/n?” I smiled back sheepishly and sat up. “uh, moving around. sorry, I’m bored.” I felt my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Yoongi took the headphones off and pushed away from his desk before strolling over to the couch. He stood in front of me and scrunched his nose cutely. “What?” I asked. He leaned down and held my face, pressing his lips to mine gently. “You’re really funny.”

Hoseok: Hoseok and I stood in the practice room facing the mirror. I watched him carefully as he demonstrated the dance and I made small movements as I tried to commit the movements to memory. As the music stopped, he turned to me. “Ready to try it?” He asked.

“Yeah.” He started the music again and I followed his movements. I grumbled in frustration. How could he make something so hard look so easy? “Let’s take it from the top again.” His mouth smiled but I couldn’t read his expression. We hadn’t been dating very long, so I reassured myself that I just didn’t know him that well yet. The music started again and I followed the movements. I thought I was getting it until my eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a plastic skeleton. I shook my head in frustration and a fear of dancer Hobi began to cloud my mind. I’d heard Jungkook mention how intense he was about choreography mistakes. Hobi was now standing behind me. “Let’s try again. I’ll guide you this time.” He started the music again. His hands guided my body as I moved through the dance number. The music stopped and I turned around to face him. His face was stone cold. “You missed a step,” he said flatly. My eyes widened and I gasped. “Did I? I really thought I nailed it! I’m so-“ He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His hands cupped my face softly. “Jeez, You scared me for a moment there, Hobi.” He laughed as he wrapped my in a hug. He kissed me again as we swayed from side to side.

Namjoon: I opened my door to find Namjoon standing there. He was early, as usual, and I wasn’t quiet ready for our date. “Can you give me a few more minutes? I need to finish my makeup.”

He smiled, exposing his dimples. “You look perfect, y/n. But yeah, take whatever time you need.” I rushed back into my bathroom and proceeded to throw on some tinted sunscreen and mascara. I was startled by a loud crash, causing me to poke my eye with the mascara wand. I ran to the living room to see what happened. Namjoon was squatting on the floor, examining something. I moved closer to him to see what it was. MY PORCELAIN DRAGON! My eyes widened at the sight of the gift my dad have given me years ago lying in pieces on the floor. I felt angry tears forming in my eyes. How could this idiot be so damn clumsy? Namjoon stood up, holding its partially intact head in his hands. “I’m so sorry,” his voice broke as he saw my expression.

“My dad gave that to me,” I was fuming. I could feel myself heating up in anger. Namjoon’s face sank and a tear ran down his cheek. He turned back to the remains of my porcelain dragon and began picking them up. I made my way to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag. Guilt started taking the place of the anger I was feeling. Namjoon was now sitting there, starting at the pile blankly, his cheeks lightly stained with tears. “I’m so so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to break this. I just bumped into the shelf and it fell. I didn’t even mean to touch the shelf. I shouldn’t have...” I brushed his hair aside, tucking it behind his ear as I rose to my knees. I pressed my lips to his gently, cutting him off. He moved back in shock, his jaw hanging slightly open. “It’s okay, Joonie. I’m not mad at you anymore.” He leaned in to kiss me again, pulling my into his arms.

Jimin: I stumbled after Jimin as he tore down the sidewalk, gripping my wrist tightly. who knew a 25 year old would be so excited by ice cream? “Come on y/n, what if they run out of the good stuff?” I gripped my purse which was threatening to slide off my shoulder and struggled to keep up with Jimin’s quick, graceful strides. He screeched to a halt at the door of the shop, smiling widely. “It’s the best place in Seoul, guaranteed. They have so many flavors and every one is good.” I let go of his arm and take a seat at a table right by the door and cross my legs. “Okay, will you pick something good for me?” Jimin gives me a bright smile, his eyes scrunching cutely. “Sure!” He returns with two cups, each piled high with ice cream. “The chocolate here is seriously like no other. It’s creamy and rich but not too much so you can eat a lot but not feel sick. Plus it has little pieces of brownie and almonds in it so it’s literally the greatest thing on the planet.” he pushed the darker ice cream towards me. “Now this guy is a whole different story. It’s strawberry ice cream with pieces of cake and strawberries in it. It literally tastes like cake.” He sets down the pink ice cream and hands me a spoon. His eyes are bright as he watches, the blue contacts making his eyes look especially sparkly in the afternoon sun. I take the spoon and go for the strawberry first. He’s right, it’s perfect. It’s sweet but balanced, the flavors mixed perfectly. “Hmm.” I lick the spoon slowly and go for the chocolate. The chocolate is even better. “It’s so good, oh my god.” He smiles brightly and sticks his own spoon in. “It’s heavenly, seriously.” Jimin giggles and takes a big bite of strawberry ice cream. The way his blonde bangs hovered above his eyes made him look incredibly cute and innocent. Suddenly the urge to kiss him came over me and I leaned forward, cupping his rosy cheeks and pressing my lips to his sticky ones quickly. “You’re so cute.” I say cheekily. Jimin squeaks and covers his face, falling backwards as he leans too much in the chair. I jump up and move towards him. Jimin was still lying on the ground laughing uncontrollably. “Jimin!? Are you ok?” he removes his little hands from his face to take my outstretched ones. “Yeah, yeah Im okay.” he starts giggling again and I pull him up to his feet. He pulls me into a hug and smiles brightly. “You surprised me.” He says through his giggles. “I can see that, you’re literally head over heels for me.” Jimin throws his head back and laughs heartily, his cheeks flushing a deep rosy pink. He leans in a presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Best date ever though.”

Taehyung: I sat across from Taehyung, watching him as I tried to enjoy the music. I wasn’t exactly a fan of the soft jazz that the band was playing, but watching Taehyung sway from side to side in his chair was making my night substantially more enjoyable. Tae started swaying more and more until he popped out of the soft armchair and began dancing in the center of the room. He made his way over to me, reaching his hand out. My cheeks flushed red as I took his hands. His remaining hand gripping my waist as he began twirling with me on the lounge floor. The lounge was nearly empty and the dim lighting made it difficult to see if anyone was watching, but he didn’t care and neither did I. His deep voice began to softly hum along with the melody and he slowed us to a side to side swing that followed the slowing rhythm of the music. The music slowed to a soft ballad, with the saxophone singing a melancholic tune. Taehyung slid his hand from my hand to my waist and pulled me into him. Our bodies were so close that perhaps only the head of a pin could fit in the empty space between us. The light shined in such a way that it casted a shadow on the curtains that resembled an 19th century silhouette portrait. Tae smirked upon seeing our shadow. My eyes focused on his dense eyelashes. How could a man look this beautiful? I found my self lost in my thoughts about him when they were suddenly interrupted. His soft lips held mine as his hand cupped my face, tilting it upward. His other hand gripped my waist and my arms wrapped themselves around his neck. His lips stayed on mine as he picked me up and spun me around the dance floor. The applause from the others in the room filled my ears, but my mind was full of nothing but Taehyung and the soft feeling of his lips.

Jungkook: The 2 minute timer ran out and I didn’t need to see the score screen to know I had lost, again. This was our fourth round of super smash brothers and I had lost every single round. It wasn’t even like I hadn’t played before but Jungkook was way too good at this game. Jungkook started selecting a level for our next round and I sank into the couch, knowing my fate. He picked a moving level and I knew I was doomed. I did my best to keep myself on the platform, but this round was different. He kept trying to trap me in Yoshi’s egg but flung himself of the edge instead. This was my chance. I tried every single move I knew to beat him, and, for once, I didn’t feel like I was getting completely trashed. The score screen popped up and my jaw dropped when I saw that Yoshi was in second place. “I won,” I screamed, jumping from the couch. I jumped up and done screaming with excitement. Jungkook stood up and smiled, his bunny teeth sticking out over his bottom lip. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me close, his grin slowly getting wider. “You finally beat me.” He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. “Now let’s see if you can do it again.”

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blurry-fics · 5 years

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Chapter Five

Prove Me Wrong | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Profanity, minor sibling disagreement

Word Count: 1924

Author’s Note: Hey! I’m going to be at the beach today and I hate answering comments/asks on mobile, so if it takes me longer than usual to answer your comments, that’s why! Also The Hype music video? Loved it. Anyway, in the meantime, I hope you enjoy the chapter :)

You were going to do it. Finally. It was something you should have done a long time ago.

You were going to talk to a boy. One that wasn’t Tyler, to be exact. And it was going to be fine. Better than fine, even. It might actually be fun.

There were a couple empty seats towards the front of the lecture hall, so you dropped your stuff onto one of the tables and called it good. You were close enough to see the slides without being so close that you felt like the entire class could see your laptop screen.

A boy sat down next to you a few minutes before class started. His light hair was sticking out from beneath his black beanie and his cheeks had turned a light shade of pink from the cold outside. The glasses he was wearing had slipped down his nose, but he was quick to fix them once he had sorted out all his stuff. He was cute, you had to admit.

But he wasn’t Tyler.

“Um, hi,” you said, hoping your voice was loud enough to catch his attention.

“Hi.” His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but relaxed again.

You completely blanked on something to say. If you were being honest, you hadn’t really expected yourself to get this far.

“I know it’s late in the term, but I figured I would introduce myself,” you smiled. “I’m Y/N.”

“Charlie,” he said, returning your smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“So, what’s your major?”

“Psychology. What about you?”

“History.”

“That’s really cool.”

“Most of the time,” he smiled. He had a nice smile. “Other times, you end up learning about ancient laws for a week straight.”

“Oh yeah, that doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.”

“Not at all. But psychology, that seems cool!”

He grabbed his laptop from his bag and set it on the table that you two were sharing. It was covered in tons of stickers, some of which were for bands that you also happened to like. Your plan was already turning out a lot better than you had expected it to.

“Your stickers are awesome!” you grinned. “Where did you get them?”

“My sister actually works for a print shop downtown, so she brings them to me every now and again. I could probably snag you a couple, if you wanted them?”

“Definitely.”

Charlie was about to say something else when the professor grabbed everyone’s attention. He made a face at you before opening up a document to take notes on, prompting you to do the same.

Yeah, this had been a good idea.

* * *

“Car! I’m home!” you called.

“I’m in the den!”

You kicked your shoes off by the door and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Sure enough, Carter was sitting on the couch playing video games yet again.

“Do you ever move?” you laughed as you joined him.

“Only when I have to go to work or someone made food.”

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

You dug your laptop out of your bag and grabbed your psychology textbook. As tempting as playing video games with Carter was, you knew there were more pressing things that needed to be attended to.

“How was school?” he asked.

“Fine. I talked to a cute boy in my history class today.”

“Oh, did Tyler enroll in school again?”

“Hey!” you said, lobbing a pencil at him. “Shut up.”

“Sorry. So you talked to this new guy?”

“Yeah, and he seemed really cool. His laptop was covered in stickers.”

“Oh wow! Stickers!” Carter said sarcastically.

“And he gave me his number.”

“You should have led with that. A number is way more exciting than stickers.”

“I guess.”

“Alright, what’s the catch?”

“What do you mean?”

Carter paused his game so that he could shoot you a look, “Come on, Y/N. You haven’t spent the last ten minutes absolutely swooning over him which means that something is stopping you from falling head over heels for this dude. Does he talk too much? Are his pants too short? Hit me with it.”

Sometimes you hated that he knew you so well. Still, you decided to lie.

“There’s no catch. I just barely know him.”

“There is too a catch.”

“Is not.”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Y/N, you’re a terrible liar.”

“Fine. Maybe there is.”

Carter sighed, “Just tell me.”

“Well, I mean, he’s not-”

“Tyler,” you finished in unison.

“Yeah,” you muttered.

“Are you really still on that, Y/N?”

“Man, if only I had a dollar for every time I heard that.”

“It’s a serious question.”

“Yes, I’m still ‘on that’,” you said, doing air quotes.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why, Car? It’s not like I can help it.”

“Y/N, you’ve liked him for - what - five years now? Surely something could have been done to help lessen those feelings a bit.”

You chewed on the edge of your lip. Carter was usually super understanding and helpful, but apparently today he just felt like being an asshole. In that case, you decided to deal him a taste of his own medicine.

“Is that why you’re still moping over Marenna breaking up with you six months ago?” you muttered.

“Hey! That’s different. Marenna and I dated for five and a half years. You know, as in actually dating?”

“But it’s been six months, Car,” you mocked his tone. “Don’t you think something could have been done to help lessen those feelings a bit?”

“God, Y/N, we’re not talking about that right now!”

“Are you actually going to listen to what I have to say, then?”

“Yes, fine,” Carter said, but he had gone back to playing his video games already.

“It’s just,” you paused as you tried to think of what you actually wanted to say. “Tyler is one of a kind, you know? Nobody has ever quite understood me the way that he does.”

“Have you ever even given someone else a chance to understand you like he does?”

“Well-”

“Because I would argue that I understand you almost as well as Tyler does.”

“Yeah, but you’re my brother. That doesn’t really count.”

“Sure it does. Plenty of my friends don’t know shit about their siblings.”

“I guess you’re just special, bud,” you said, lightly poking Carter with your foot.

“Get your gross sock away from me,” he laughed, giving your leg a light shove. “The point that I’m trying to make here is that other people can learn to understand you, you just have to give them a chance.”

“I’m going to try. Trust me, I’m just as tired of dealing with these feelings for Tyler as you are with hearing about them.”

“Are you going to actually make an effort with this Charlie guy?”

“Maybe.”

Carter turned to look at you, “I think you should.”

“And I think you should try to win Marenna over again.”

“I’m trying, Y/N. I really am.”

“Why did you break up again?”

“It was dumb,” he sighed. “I just bottled up a lot of my feelings again and then it all came out during a stupid argument. I should have just talked to her when the issue first popped up.”

“Yeah, you’re not very good about that.”

“Thanks for the reminder.”

“Anytime, bud.”

Carter shook his head and immediately let out a string of curses as someone killed him yet again. You tried not to laugh too hard at his over-the-top reaction, knowing that it would only piss him off more.

“Hey, Car?” you said.

“What?”

“Thanks for talking with me. It actually helped me a lot.”

“I may not be good at dealing with my own feelings,” he smiled, “but I sure as hell am good at dealing with other people’s.”

“Ok, moment is gone,” you laughed.

* * *

You grabbed your phone from the bathroom counter and slowly shuffled towards your room. The night was still young, but you were tired and looking forward to spending the next couple hours in bed and enjoying your freedom. Charlie had texted you about an hour ago, and the two of you had shared some nice conversation in the time since.

Charlie: I’m actually from Washington, but Ohio had a better history program than any of the schools in my area. Are you from around here?

Although you were enjoying talking with Charlie, you couldn’t help but feel that conversation was a little boring. Sure, you had only started talking today so you still had to get through all of the introductory questions, but even his answers were bland. Tyler always had such interesting answers to even the most basic of questions.

Tyler. It seemed that despite your best efforts, he had still found his way into your thoughts again.

Y/N: Yeah, I am! My dad works for a big company downtown so I’ve always lived in or around Columbus. My mom is also from around here so there was really never any reason for us to move since my family is close.

You sent the text and tossed your phone down on your bed while you waited for a response. In the meantime, you decided to go on Tumblr and see what new stuff had been posted since you last checked in. There were a few good posts that you decided to reblog, but you didn’t get far before your phone vibrated with a notification.

Charlie: That’s super cool! Ohio is a pretty cool place, from what I’ve seen so far. I’m definitely thinking about staying here over the summer just to see what it’s like!

You groaned and fell back onto your pillows. Charlie was really nice, from what you could tell, but he also had the tendency to make things all about him. It felt like you could barely get a word in about yourself before he switched it back to him.

Y/N: Columbus during the summer is the best! I would totally live here, if you get the chance. There’s a ton of cool things to do that you don’t really get an opportunity to during the colder months.

Fed up with the one-sided conversation, you decided to text someone that you knew wouldn’t let you down. This also just so happened to be the same person that you were supposed to be getting over your feelings for.

Y/N: Bored out of my mind. Entertain me!

Your phone vibrated hardly a minute later, making your stomach fill with butterflies. To your disappointment, it was only another text from Charlie.

Charlie: What kind of stuff happens? I’m always down for new adventures!

“Oh, Charlie,” you sighed. “If only there was some way for you to find out what kind of summer activities Columbus has!”

You set your phone on your stomach and stared up at the ceiling, just waiting for the moment that Tyler would text you back. He was usually pretty good about responding in a timely manner.

Sure enough, your phone vibrated a short time later.

Tyler: Want to hear about this prank I’m pulling on Josh?

Y/N: Obviously! :P

Tyler’s single text had already made you smile more than any of Charlie’s poor attempts at flirting with you. There just wasn’t a competition between the two of them: Tyler won by a landslide. You bit down on your lip as you read Tyler’s text, detailing his plan to prank Josh.

So much for your attempt to get over him.

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daysswithyou · 5 years

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Three words

Characters: Sungjin x You

Genre: Angst, slice of life, fluff

Word count: 3.9k

Description: All I wanted is to here those 3 simple words and have you hold me close, but why is that so hard to do, with you?

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I love you.

Three simple words.

Are they really very hard to say? Is it really that difficult? I hear everyone around me saying it, so why does it often feel like I have to beg him to say it before he does? Why does it seem like I am the only one begging for validation in this relationship and he’s the one that doesn’t seem to care?

Sometimes I really think that I am in a one sided relationship with him, where I constantly feel like I’m interacting with a piece of wood that can’t say anything back to me.

Sometimes I just want to beat him into a pulp but of course I won’t do that. I can never bring myself to do that. I love him too much.

But sometimes...sometimes… I-I… I just want to feel like I’m not the only one that’s giving in the relationship.

Tonight, these thoughts keep me up again. Sitting up in our shared bed, I toss my hair out of face, tucking a strand behind my ear as I stare down at Sungjin’s sleeping figure beside me. He has a hand draped over my thighs, his steady breathes tickling the insides of my bare thigh. He never says “I love you” back to me ever, and the only time he’ll be willing to do skinship with me is during times like this, when he’s unconscious and off in dreamland. God knows what this man dreams off when he’s sleeping so deeply, probably not me. Working my fingers through his soft locks, I try to find comfort in the familiar action, hoping it would lull me to sleep. Sungjin stirs, responding to my touch. He nestles closer to me, his cheek now resting on my thighs. He does this all the time, but each time he does, it still sends sparks flying across my skin. Yet I bet he feels nothing.

Sungjin ah… are we even dating? Is this even a relationship if you don’t show any affection?

Helpless in my situation, I let out an exasperated sigh, closing my eyes to try to sleep. The last sensation I was aware of was being laid to sleep, the short ends of his hair tickling my forehead.

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Awakened by the morning heat, it took me some time to regain my senses from the lack of sleep. Stretching across the length of the bed, my legs came into contact with the bedsheets instead of Sungjin’s legs like they usually do, and I was left looking at his empty pillow, rather than his sleeping face. Reaching across his side of the bed, I bring the small digital clock close to my face, my bleary eyes barely making out the time.

6am. He’s up early again. Maybe I should go outside to see if he’s still around.

Pushing myself off the bed, I shuffle out of the bedroom, my eyes immediately squinting to adjust to the bright white lights of the living room. As I rub my eyes, I could make out Sungjin’s figure hastily preparing the dining table, glancing to check at his wristwatch every few seconds.

“Hey darling...”

“Oh! Hey babe, it’s too early for you to be up.”

“Woken up by the heat, and I could say the same back to you. A certain Park Sungjin I know would never be up so early.”

“Did I forget to tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That we have rehearsal today for our concert on Sunday.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be tomorrow? You told me Saturday, today’s a Friday.”

“Yea the boys wanted to have more rehearsals at the venue so we just booked the venue yesterday. Sorry sweetheart but I got to go now; I made you breakfast so remember to eat it. Drive safely on the road and remember to text me when you’ve arrived at work!”

“Yea I will. Bye, love you.”

“Bye!”

The whole conversation was over in seconds, and I don’t remember much of it. But I do remember saying “love you.”

And I remember that he didn’t say it back.

---

True to my word, I texted Sungjin the moment I safely pulled into the parking space at work. He texted back with a thumbs up emoji and the heavy stone began weighing in my chest again.

Oh, why am I getting so worked up over it? He does this all the time, I should be used to it by now.

Turning the screen black, I toss my phone into my bag. I went about my day at work, trying my best to not think about him. Yet the stone kept getting heavier and heavier in my chest, at some point making it physically hard to breathe. Yet all I could do was let out heavy sighs; no one was going to understand how this feels like even if I told them. Neck deep in work, I only realised it was time to knock off when I began to hear the sound of bags being zipped and laptop lids being shut. Standing up, I shoulder my bag as I drop Sungjin to text to say that I’m coming over, hoping that I’ve got enough time to catch a glimpse of them before they start Round 2 of rehearsals.

---

I pull into the stadium car park in a record 40 minutes after making a trip to Starbucks, leaving me with another 20 to catch up with them. In a measly attempt to shield myself from the rain, I place one hand over my head, the other holding onto my bag of Starbucks items. The staff were the first to greet me, and I pass them their share of snacks and drinks. Sungjin follows straight after, relieving me of the bag carrying duties.

“You didn’t have to run in the rain, why didn’t you use the umbrella in the car?”

“Sungjin, it’s fine. Besides, I didn’t have enough hands for that. How was rehearsal so far? Where are the rest of the boys?”

Sungjin begins patting my face with the towel hanging around his neck as I talk, eventually moving along to clean the rain droplets that have made their way to my neck as well.

“Firstly, keep running in the rain like that and you’re going to get sick. Secondly, rehearsal has been great so far, except for some sound issues for Wonpil’s solo stage that need some fixing. Thirdly, the boys have been waiting eagerly for you since you texted me 40 minutes ago, they’re in the dressing room.”

“Lies; more like they’ve been waiting for the food.”

“Baby, are you jealous? Ok to be fair, they are waiting for the food but they have not shut up about wanting to see you since this morning.”

“Oh really? Is that so now?”

“It is.”

Somehow, Sungjin’s hands find mine as both of us walk towards the waiting room but the conversation gets interrupted by Young K’s loud cheers upon the sight of me and the food, and Wonpil breaks the two of us up by engulfing me in a tight hug.

“THANKS FOR THE FOOD Y/N!”

“You’re welcome Hungry K~”

100% mesmerised by the food, Young K ignores my teasing, before poking the straw through the lid of his iced Americano. Letting out a dramatic sigh, he smacks his lips together as he leans back in the plush sofa, sipping on the drink like a newborn baby. Meanwhile, Jae and Wonpil engage in a fight over the last chocolate croissant, with Jae attacking by smacking Wonpil’s hands away, ultimately cementing his victory with a triumphant bite into the pastry. Dowoon remains the only unbothered one, stealthily taking his own ice blended vanilla with no one to fight him for his blueberry muffin.

“Am a the leader of a bunch of babies, or a bunch of men in their 20s?”

Despite the harsh jab at his members, Sungjin passes over his own chocolate croissant to Wonpil with a small shake of his head and smirk on his lips. Wonpil’s face lights up at the sight of the food, sticking his tongue out at Jae’s scandalised expression.

“Sungjin my good friend, you should not have done that. It was supposed to be payback for him stealing my churros the last time!”

“Hyung, you gotta let that go. It’s been months since he stole your churros, and technically he only stole one. You took the last one back.”

Jae shoots Sungjin a glare for exposing him, but soon resumes to his usual program of sipping on his drink between each bite of food. The whole room falls into a comfortable silence soon after; I didn’t want to disturb them after a tiring day of rehearsals. Sungjin strokes my knuckles with his thumb, moving back and forth along the thin skin. I thought no one would notice what Sungjin does but I should know better; nothing escapes Young K’s sharp fox eyes.

“Hyung why don’t both of you do skinship often?”

The question catches Sungjin off guard, and he nearly chokes on his drink.

“Look, my personal life-”

Sungjin attempts to defend himself, only for Wonpil to add to the mess.

“Oh it is so frustrating looking at the both of you! Can we get some action already!”

“Ya Kim Wonpil! What sort of action do you think you’re going to get?”

Sungjin’s eyes go wide at Wonpil’s suggestive statement, slamming his drink down on the table in the process. Still his hands do not leave mine, holding onto them tightly now to give me moral support.

“I don’t know! Anything is better than just simple hand holding!”

I blush furiously at their words, unsure of what to do now. Jae opens his mouth to speak and I was about to mentally thank him for saving the day but what Jae says next only makes things worse.

I regret feeding these boys so well. I should have just let them starve so that they would not have energy to blabber nonsense.

“Sungjin, they have all made extremely valid and magnificent points. You two need more skinship and action, time to work it in! I really don’t understand how you can write amazing love songs and sing them to a crowd numbering thousands yet you can’t do anything more with your girl except hold her hand.”

From his seat at the end of the table, Dowoon nods along vigorously to everything his hyungs say.

I can see a vein pop in Sungjin’s temple, instantly deciding that now was the time to step in before the atmosphere became heavier.

“Awww come on~ let’s not tease Sungjin. I know he’s uncomfortable with displaying affection in public so I don’t ask that he does it.”

“Man Leader, you really got lucky, having Y/N as a girlfriend that would be willing to put up with your lack of affection.”

“Why are we still on this topic! Come on let’s go, you’re going to be late for rehearsals!”

Releasing my hand from his, I shoo the boys out of the waiting room. With drinks still in their hands, the boys toss out words of appreciation like “Thanks for the food Y/N!” and cheeky farewells such as “Bye sister in law!” before making a good choice to run all the way to the stage, lest Sungjin gives them all a whooping kick in the butt.

Watching their retreating figures, Sungjin mutters “They are so dead.” under his breath before turning to me.

“Darling, you should go too. They can’t start rehearsals without their leader and rhythm guitarist. They’ll be waiting.”

“Ok I’ll go. Are you going to hang around? Or are you tired? Wanna go home first?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ears, using his index finger to outline the shell of my ear.

“Yea I’m going to hang around to watch the rehearsal.”

“Ok let’s go home together later, I’ll tell my manager.”

From behind Sungjin, I spot their manager waving him over so I quickly let him go.

“Ok we can discuss this later, you really got to go now.”

“Ok bye see you later babe!”

He whispers his last words, well aware that his manager was eyeing us now. Very quickly, he brings my hands to his lips, giving a soft peck to the back of it.

He turns and makes a beeline for his manager, apologising profusely as he gets closer. Meanwhile, I turn and head in the other direction, making my way to the Category 1 seats where I can get a better view of the boys.

Yet my heart isn’t focused, my eyes not even looking at them most of the time. Their words keep ringing in my head, and it dawns upon me how much truth their words hold. Sungjin’s lack of affectionate displays, his lack of verbal words of affirmation towards our relationship; heck he’s already blushing furiously at the mere mention of our relationship in public.

Could it be that...perhaps...he’s ashamed of our relationship? He’s never willing to show how he feels towards our relationship…

My heart clenches in pain as dread spreads over my entire body, the thought making my breath catch in my throat as I fist the sides of my blouse. But when I lift my head to look at the stage, Sungjin is already looking at me, his eyes never leaving mine as they seem to shine more radiantly under the stage light. They sparkle and glow, his lips breaking into a smile when he catches me staring back.

Was this all for show?

The thought crushes my spirits, and I fist my blouse harder, tearing a few threads in the process.

---

When Sungjin hops into the passenger seat enthusiastically, I fake a smile on my face, hoping he wouldn’t see through the facade. Thankfully, I think he doesn’t. Taking my hand in his again, he places a quick peck confidently to the back of my hands now, the screens on the car windows giving us a bit more privacy than the waiting room from before.

“Let’s go! Ah can’t wait to go back home and hit the sack.”

I hum out a response, releasing my hand from his to place them back on the steering wheel. The ride back starts out silent, and I was hoping it would remain as such. But my hopes are dashed when Sungjin begins to ask about my day, but I am absolutely not in the mood to talk to him.

“Hey babe, how was your day?”

“Hmmm, the usual. Mind if I turn on some music?”

Without even waiting for his confirmation, I punch a button on the dashboard, the familiar piano intro of “I Smile” filling the space in the car.

Life is cruel to me. All I want to do is not be reminded of a certain Park Sungjin, yet his song has to come on.

I groan inwardly, and if Sungjin heard he’s doesn’t say a thing. Which is perfectly fine with me. Better that way actually, better than me having to explain how I feel and looking like a fool afterwards for being so needy compared to him. For the rest of the ride home, the music coming from the stereo is the only sound filling the car, a effective distraction from my bad mood.

When we pull into the carpark, I hop out and head straight for the door without waiting for Sungjin. He trails behind me, eyeing me the entire time but not saying a word. I know that he knows that I’m in a bad mood now, and this knowledge only makes the tension build in my shoulders, my temples straining more with each pulse of the persistent headache. Thoroughly annoyed now, I open the front door with a little too much force, kicking off my shoes impatiently. Making a beeline for the bedroom, I almost managed to shut the door in his face until his hand slips through the cracks, prying the door open with his superior strength. He’s now standing before me with furrowed brows and confused eyes, catching onto my wrist gently before I can walk away.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Is everything ok?”

He turns me around so that I’m facing him now, a tired sigh leaving my lips as I fight back the tears of frustration. Too drained to keep up the facade of nonchalance, I feel my walls come crashing down as the words come tumbling out of my mouth.

“No, it’s not ok. I’m not ok, this is not ok. None of this is ok.”

I fling my wrist away from his hands, the swing of my hands back causing me to take a step away from him.

“Babe, I’m not quite... getting what you mean. What are you referring to?”

“Our relationship! This-This-This game you play! Sungjin, it is so so so exhausting to have to second-guess our relationship. Sometimes I wonder if you even love me. You won’t ever say ‘I love you’ back no matter how many times I say it. You seem like you don’t want to have anything to do with me in public, all you do is hold my hands! And that’s it! Not even a hug! I get that you don’t like skinship in public but am I really so...repulsive?You only seek me out when we’re home alone with the privacy of four walls; it honestly makes me wonder if you’re that ashamed to have me as your girlfriend.”

“Babe, it’s not what you-”

I hear his voice, but I ignore it, wanting to drown out the comforting timbre of his voice with my own so I won’t fall into his arms again.

“The dread that scrapes the insides of my bones when I realise that maybe, you don’t want me as much as I want you makes me want to burst into tears, at any time of the day, for every second as long as I’m thinking about it! Sungjin is there something wrong with me? Something that you’re not proud of?”

His tone turns serious now, his voice dropping an octave lower than it usually is.

“Baby, you’re going to exhaust yourself more if you keep going. Please, let me-”

“Sungjin, if you do, please tell me. I really don’t have the energy to play this guessing game anymore. I-”

My next words are promptly swallowed by the kiss he has pulled me into, full lip on lip contact. My hands are sprawled out over his chest to stop the impact of my full weight from slamming into his body, his warm hands cradling the sides of my face. The kiss lasts for a good 10 seconds as he slowly works his lips against mine, engulfing my lips with big sweeps of his expert mouth. When we finally break away for air, he contacts his forehead to mine as he opens his eyes to look at me, holding my face in place to make sure my full attention is on him.

“I don’t love you? Y/N, I love you, you are my entire world. Universe. Wait no, that’s not right. You mean the world to me. Ah yes, that’s the correct term. See, this is why I don’t say I love you much, I’m so bad with words. I don’t say it often, but please don’t ever, from here on, doubt that I am in love with you. I will repeat it for the rest of my life if you need me to, until you firmly believe in it. I love you baby, with all my heart and soul. Every single love song is about you, you are always on my mind.

Trust me, I want you as much as you want me. Maybe even more. I want to kiss you and hold you and hug you too but not in public. I want to do it when we’re alone, I want to keep it special. Just sweet little moments between you and me, not something to be on display for others.

I’m sorry for making you doubt yourself and this relationship, you- you should have told me earlier instead of bottling up all these pent up frustrations. I promise I’ll do better to show you how much I love you.”

“Ok then. Prove it to me.”

Sungjin graces me with a quirk of his eyebrow, and I was certain that he was going to back down from the challenge. But he advances quickly with amazing speed, and I barely have time to breathe.

“Text me when you’re at work.”

A peck.

“Drive safely on the road.”

A peck.

“I made you breakfast, eat it when it’s hot.”

Another peck.

With each sentence, he has me moving backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed, my reflex causing my knee to jerk underneath me to send me flying backwards into the plush sheets of the bed. Sungjin’s hands are on the back of my head to break my fall, making sure I don’t slam into the bed too hard.

Now that he has me where he wants me to be, he crawls onto the bed with me, positioning himself between my legs. He hovers very close above me, yet he is careful to not crush me with his weight.

He brings his lips to my forehead, starting there.

“I.”

A peck on the forehead.

“Love.”

A peck between my eyes.

“You.”

A peck on the bridge of my nose.

“So.”

A peck on the tip of my nose.

“Much.”

A kiss on the lips this time, one that was less hungry than before. Still Sungjin moves with great agility, angling his head so that he gets better access to my lips. He nibbles on the upper lip before nipping at the lower lip, eliciting a contented sign from me.

Breaking away, he says in a breathy whisper, “Do you still doubt me now?”

“No…”

“Ok you don’t sound convinced, let’s try this one more time.”

Then his lips are on mine again, his hands moving under my blouse to caress the sensitive skin and sweet spots along the side of my body that he knows are my weaknesses. He moves down to place a chaste kiss on my stomach before paying attention to my lips again. I close my eyes at the heavenly sensations, my skin shivering with each touch he gives.

“Are you convinced now babe?”

“Yea. Yea I am.”

---

Later that night, I lie in bed waiting for Sungjin, watching through hooded eyelids as he travels from the bathroom to his side of the bed, a soft smirk lifting up the corner of his lips as he catches me staring. I close my eyes when I feel the bed dip beside me, knowing that he’s by my side. He shifts around in the bed for a little while, moving closer to spoon me. I nestle closer to him, finding the comfortable spot under his chin and between the crook of his neck. Taking a deep breath of his cologne, I relax, feeling my body melt and mould to fit nicely with his. One hand wrapped around my waist, he pulls me closer with the hand that crossed over my chest, dipping his hand to plant a kiss on my bare shoulders.

“Good night Sungjin.”

“Nights baby, I love you.”

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today-we-will-survive · 5 years

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meet me in the tree house

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Yoongi x Reader Y/N

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Three knocks on his studio door.

A gruff voice, muffled by the walls enters your ears and you twist the knob and push into the room with your hip since your other hand is preoccupied carrying a shallow box of takeout containers. A boy sits in a computer chair facing a mountain of recording equipment. Speakers jut from the two corners of the ceiling. Three large monitors sit atop the mountain, an expanse of panels, keyboards, knobs and sliders filling the valley below. At the sound of you entering the room, he turns around, his mouth twitching into a quick smirk before his eyes fall to the food in your hands.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hey,” Yoongi replies spinning around fully to face the coffee table as you set the box down on its surface.

“Working hard?” you ask and take a seat on the leather couch that sits adjacent to him.

Yoongi stretches, arching his back and raising his arms in the air with a groan. “Always,” he says. “Chinese?”

“You know it.”

The two of you are quiet for a while as you work at getting all of the take out containers open and onto the coffee table. Then you pass him a pair of chopsticks before taking your own pair and grabbing the closest container. You’ve watched Yoongi become a big time producer, his songs winning award after award. You’ve seen him on tv, standing on stages, making speeches, wearing designer clothes and being adored by people that don’t know him.

Yet every Wednesday, you come to Bighit, the security guard giving you a smile and a nod of recognition and you take the elevator up to the fourth floor, carrying take out, walk down that hallway lined with albums that have gone gold and platinum before reaching the studio. And there you find him, in his baggy sweats and baggy shirt, sometimes a beanie to keep his hair out of his eyes and he’d turn and greet you with that same tired smile. He’s never treated you different. He’s never let the fame get to him. Probably because he knows how far of a fall it would be back to the bottom where he started if he were to let it all go to his head.

You moved to the city not long after Yoongi got the job at Bighit. The two of you have been best friends since you were in fourth grade, when he moved into the house next door to yours. He had a tree house in his backyard that you had been eying for a while and when his mom had forced him to come over and ask you to play, you’d been ecstatic to finally be able to see the inside of it. It was as cool as you’d thought it would be, and that was where you’d spend a lot of late nights during the summer.

As you got older, the tree house transformed from a playhouse to a safe house. If your parents were fighting or lashing out at you, you’d send a quick text to him asking him to meet you there. And by the time you climbed up the rope ladder, the hatch would already be open and Yoongi would be waiting for you, his ears open to listen or his arms open to hold you, whichever you needed. Usually, it was both.

Once he moved away after college, there wasn’t much left for you in your small town, so you followed him, getting a job in the city and hanging out whenever he was free. Which wasn’t as often lately.

“So what have you been working on?” you ask before shoving a piece of orange chicken into your mouth.

Yoongi perks up, swallowing his mouthful of food before spinning to face his desk again. “Tell me what you think of this. Then with a couple clicks of his mouse and a press of a button on one of his keyboards, the room fills with music.

You close your eyes so you’re not distracted by anything and listen to the steady rhythm as it builds. After a few measures, Yoongi’s familiar voice starts in, delivering the deep lyrics he’s become so well-known for. You can feel the smile spreading your mouth as you listen, your head automatically bobbing to the beat. You’re really enjoying the song when suddenly it cuts off and you open your eyes to find Yoongi looking at you, his hand poised on his keyboard. You frown.

“What did you stop it for?”

“I just wanted to give you a sneak peek. You can’t hear the whole song until the mixtape is done.”

“Mixtape?” you ask as your smile returns.

Yoongi smiles back and looks down at his hands shyly. “By the way, I’m making a mixtape.

You let out an excited squeal, reaching out to hit his arm over and over, his smile growing bigger with every hit. “Are you serious?” you finally ask when he’s rolled out of your reach. “You’ve been wanting to do a mixtape forever!”

“Yeah,” he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’ve finally gotten some time to work on it so I’ve been kind of messing around, writing some stuff.”

You pick up the container of pork fried rice, poking at it as you shake your head. “I’m really excited for you, Yoongi. It’s going to be amazing.”

“I hope.”

“It will be,” you say. “You’re crazy talented.”

Just then you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket and when you reach for it and look at the screen, you can’t help but smile. The room is silent as you type a response to the message you received.

“Who has the audacity to interrupt our Wednesday night dinner?” Yoongi asks jokingly as he wheels back over and swipes a container off of the coffee table.

You send the message and set your phone onto the table before taking another bite of rice. “Just a guy I’ve been talking to,” you say. “Sorry.”

Yoongi blinks, obviously caught off guard by your response. “Oh, no, it’s okay. I didn’t know you were talking to someone.”

“Yeah,” you say with a shy smile. “I met him at a party last weekend and, I don’t know. We got to talking and now we’ve been texting each other a bit.”

Yoonig lets out a grunt, suddenly very interested in the container he’s holding.

“I don’t know,” you say again. “I think I’m finally in a place to start wanting to date again…you know, after everything that happened with—”

“Y/N,” Yoongi says cutting you off. “It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about him. I’m glad you’re able to move on now. I’m happy for you.”

You tilt your head as you study your best friend. His words sound genuine but the sentiment doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. “Thanks,” you utter. You hear your phone vibrate against the coffee table and you watch as Yoongi’s gaze falls to it for a split second before focusing back on poking his chopstick into his food.

Y/N: So Chinese again tonight or something different?

Yoongi: Ive got a lot of work to do tonight. I dont think I can hang out.

Y/N: Oh ok. See u next week then?

Yoongi: Sure.

Y/N: Hey, did u want to go out tonight instead of me bringing something? Theres a new ramen place I wanted to try.

Yoongi: cant hang out tonight. Busy.

Y/N: …ok. Next week then? I miss u.

Yoongi: Sure.

Y/N: ok. Im kidnapping u tmrrw night. I kno u dont rlly like going anywhere on Wednesday nights since u hav to work but we havnt hung out in like 3 weeks and I want to take u to see this new horror movie with me. And I kno that telling u Im kidnapping u kind of negates the whole “kidnapping” thing but I kno u dont like surprises.

Yoongi: cant.

Y/N:…really?

Yoongi: Sorry. I have to work.

Y/N: man…ur working a lot lately, arnt u?

Yoongi: its my job, Y/N. Maybe next week.

Y/N: Next week Im going to be back home to visit some family.

Yoongi: oh ok.

Y/N: Whatever, Yoongi. If u dont want to hang out anymor, just say it.

Y/N: Or dont. Whatever.

Yoongi: hey

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: I know ur mad at me but please respond.

Yoongi: Y/N I was just being an idiot.

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: Please talk to me.

Yoongi: look, I kno ur reading my texts and I kno u probably wont respond but if u end up seeing this, please meet me in the tree house in like twenty minutes. Alright? Thats where Ill be. I need to talk to u.

“The tree house?” you utter as you re-read his last text. As in the one at his parent’s house? The one that’s over an hour away from the city the two of you live in now?

You’re at a family dinner at the moment but you’ve all already eaten and now your parents are just talking to your aunt and uncle and though you’re a bit reluctant to actually meet up with Yoongi (since you’re still pretty pissed at him for ditching you for the past three weeks) he’s the perfect excuse for you to duck out early. And you do just that, saying goodnight to your extended family before telling your parents that you have to run but you’ll see them back at home later. Then you head out before anyone can argue.

It’s about a thirty minute drive from the restaurant back to your house. You can’t even bring yourself to pretend to feel bad for making him wait those ten extra minutes wondering if you’re even going to show up. It serves him right. The two of you have been best friends for as long as you can remember and have been doing Wednesday night dinner together ever since he got the job at Bighit. After all this, he decides he’s too busy to hang out? He’s never been too busy. Has the fame finally gotten to his head?

A terrible thought occurs to you as you pull into the driveway at your childhood home. What if he wants to meet you to break things off? To tell you that he doesn’t have time for friends anymore. That you shouldn’t come around anymore because it’s interfering with his work. That he’s outgrown you.

With an angry jerk of the stick shift, you jam your car into park and turn off the engine, yanking the key out. You can already feel yourself getting worked up as you slam the door and stomp across the yard to Yoongi’s house. When you get through the gate and enter the backyard, your eyes trail up to the tree house where it resides in the tall maple in the middle of the lawn. The sun is almost all the way set and the sky is already turning a medium shade of blue. It’s getting dark fast and you can see golden light filtering out of the windows in the tree house. He’s there. Good.

You take a deep breath then make your way up the rope ladder. This was a lot easier when you were younger, and smaller, and you can’t help but wonder how much longer this rope will even hold. With that thought, you scurry up the last few rungs, hoping the whole time that it won’t snap on you. Then, when you poke your head up through the hole, your eyes fall on Yoongi.

He’s laying on his back, hands on his stomach and his eyes fixed on the ceiling. At the sound of your arrival, he turns his head, his gaze locking with yours.

He sits up quickly. “I thought you weren’t going to come.”

You back away from the hole in the floor until your spine rests against the wall. “I wasn’t going to but it was an excuse to duck out of dinner early.” You cross your arms. “What are you even doing here, Yoongi?”

Your best friend gets to his feet. “I wanted to talk to you about…everything.”

“Well?”

Yoongi sighs, bringing up a hand to scratch behind his ear. A nervous tick you’ve always thought was a bit endearing. “I guess I just got kind of…jealous.”

Um…

You stand there against the wall blinking for several seconds, not really sure if you heard him right. “Jealous,” you finally say. Yoongi nods. Your brow furrows and you let out a humorless laugh. “I’m sorry, Mr. Big-shot producer, what the heck would you be jealous of?”

As if on cue, your phone chimes in your pocket and Yoongi’s eyes fall to the outline of it against your thigh. You’ve still been talking to that other guy from several weeks ago and now it kind of dawns on you, just what Yoongi is jealous of. The two of you lock eyes again.

“Yoongi…”

The apples of his cheeks dust a light pink, contrasting against his pale mint hair and he shifts on his feet. “No, it’s stupid. I shouldn’t have been like that. Not when I’ve never even told you how I feel. I just wanted you to meet me here so I could tell you that I’m sorry and I want to keep doing our Wednesday night thing and you can text that guy all you want. And I know you don’t need my permission but I’m just letting you know that I won’t be a jerk about this. And I won’t start acting all weird. Date him. Marry him. I’ll still be your best friend as long as you want me to be. And if you don’t, I understand that too because what kind of person freezes their best friend out over another guy? You’re more important to me than that and…Y/N?”

His words finally trail off when he looks up and realizes you’ve been standing there gaping at him the whole time. Your heart is in your stomach and your breaths have become shallow. Are you having a panic attack? Here? In Yoongi’s tree house? In front of Yoongi?

“Y/N?” he asks again.

“What did you say?” you utter.

“What?”

“What did you say?” you ask louder. “Just now. What did you say?”

Yoongi fumbles with his hands for a second, running his fingers through his hair and switching his weight to his other foot again. “Uh…that you’re my best friend?”

“Before that.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Before that.”

“I was being stupid?”

“After that.”

Yoongi bites his bottom lip, the pink in his cheeks becoming darker. “…that I haven’t told you how I feel?”

“Yeah,” you say. “How do you feel, Yoongi?”

“I feel like…” he takes a tentative step toward you, keeping his eyes locked on yours even as the blush spreads down to his neck. “…like I’ve been in love with my best friend for the past five years.” He takes another step toward you. The tree house isn’t very big so even after just these two steps, there’s only about a foot of space between you now. “How do you feel, Y/N?” he asks, his voice much lower than it was before. You peer up at him, heat creeping up your own neck to settle on your cheeks.

“I…uh…I—” your phone chimes in your pocket again and Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath. “Give me two seconds,” you whisper then pull your phone out of your pocket with trembling fingers and check the screen. Yoongi leans in a bit to peek too. “It’s my mom,” you say and you hear him chuckle under his breath. “She wants to know if I want them to pick up ice cream on their way back.”

“Do you?” he asks leaning in more, his dark eyes now drilling into yours. You’d back up if you could but you’re already pressed against the wall.

“Do I what?” you ask him.

He hesitates for just a moment, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. “Want ice cream?”

You both know that’s not the question he’s really asking and for a split second, your eyes dart down to his lips. You pull your own into your mouth as you try to conjure up the words. You’re already a flustered mess with this boy so close to you, looking at you the way he is, his body heat radiating across the small space between you.

“Of course I want ice cream. I frikin’ love ice cream.”

The tension in the small space seems to burst as Yoongi falls forward, his head landing on your shoulder and laughter bubbling up out of him. You can’t help but laugh too as you feel his shoulders shake against yours and then he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to keep either of you from tumbling to the floor. The room is filled with your giggling and tears have sprung to your eyes and finally, once the muscles in both of your stomachs are good and sore, he lifts his head back up.

The laughter dies down as the two of you lock eyes again. You watch with bated breath as he reaches up to brush the hair back from your forehead, his fingers sliding down the side of your face and lingering on your jaw. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?” he utters.

You don’t even hesitate to nod before he closes the small gap, his lips moulding to yours along with the rest of his body. His one hand tightens on your waist and the other slides to the back of your neck and then he’s tilting his head to kiss you deeper. Of course, then your phone chimes AGAIN causing him to jump back with a small gasp.

“Sorry,” you mumble, your head swimming as you look down at your phone still in your hand. You look back up at Yoongi again. “Flavor?”

Yoongi stands there breathing hard for a second, staring at you as he processes your question. His tongue flicks out of his mouth for just a second. “Chocolate,” he finally says breathlessly.

You type the word as fast as you can, getting frustrated when you keep screwing up, before hitting send and dropping your phone onto the rug. Then you reach out to grasp Yoongi by the shoulders, pulling him to you once again.

“Just listen to this one,” Yoongi says as he pulls you back down into his lap.

The computer chair creaks under the weight of the two of you and you grip the arms to keep from toppling over. “Yoongi, I have to go. I have to get up early for work tomorrow.”

“Just this last one,” he says and slides the headphones back onto your ears. You’ve tried taking them off for the last five songs but every time you do, he wants you to listen to just one more. This is the last one, I promise.

“Yoongi, you’re really making me seem like a jerk of a girlfriend that doesn’t want to listen to your music.”

“But you do want to listen to my music, right?”

You smile and reach up to touch your palm to his cheek. “Of course, I do,” you say. Yoongi’s mouth lifts into a gummy smile as he nuzzles your hand. “You know I’m your biggest fan.”

“I know,” he says with a contented sigh.

He’s too perfect for his own good. So talented and so soft lately. Yoongi has always been more on the reserved side. Never cold but a bit closed off, even to you. But ever since the two of you talked—if you can even call it that—in the tree house, everything has changed. He’s revealed a different side of himself to you. A softer side. A happier side. You can hear it in his music, too. How happy he’s become.

“Alright,” you say. “Just one more.”

Yoongi claps excitedly before pressing a button on his keyboard and then settling back in under you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his cheek against your arm. He loves watching your expression as you listen to his music. Loves seeing how it affects you, loves seeing the uncensored reaction. He knows you’ll always be honest with him, because you want him to give his best. Besides his colleagues, you’re the only one who’s opinion he trusts.

As you listen, Yoongi starts playing with your fingers, pressing the pads of his own against yours so you mirror his movements, and then when he glances at the screen and sees that the song is almost over, he slides his fingers through the gaps between yours and locks your hand in his. You knew he wouldn’t let you go after this song.

You shake your head until the headphones slip from your ears. “Yoongi,” you say.

“Just one more,” he says quickly and releases one of your hands to pull the headphones back up.

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sebongie-loves · 6 years

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dog cafe!mingyu

mingyu is super cute qsadwb

enjoy! < 3

the whole dog cafe thing honestly wouldn’t be happening without mingyu

kim mingyu is the epitome of puppies

he is a barista in this cafe or basically the one who’s in charge on making drinks

AND DAMN THEY ARE GOOD

when the cafe is full and his works on drinks are finished, he’d go to the kitchen helps jihoon and chan

he does aim for higher

but for now he’s enjoying his work very well

seungcheol is very generous with the salary anyway so why not

spends hours innovating new drinks worth it

the reason why he chose to work in seungcheol’s Cafe?

dogs!!!!!!!!

the dogs love him

they love to stick with him like

“YAH STOP I AM BRINGING OUT DRINKS”

he is super clumsy

which with the dogs it drives him insane

but he likes it

so he’s in constant confusion between

“lEAVE ME ALONE BUT I LOVE YOU STAY WITH ME”

often stays with wonwoo the dog care taker before the cafe opens

mostly because wonwoo thinks mingyu is better with dog that he does

even though mingyu is like a big puppy

mingyu loves his drinking station so much

you can find him overworking just to clean up his station

at first, seungcheol be waiting for him until the poor guy fell asleep

but now seungcheol just like “f that here’s the key come first in the morning or else i’ll dirt the station myself”

what kind of owner is that but yeah so

mingyu often leaves last and comes first

when he comes first, he’d prepping the drinks but after he is done he’s just bored

he offers wonwoo to help to walk the dogs and wonwoo gladly takes the offer

so he’s enjoying the morning breezes with cute puppies

cAN U IMAGINE THAT I MEAN ISNT THAT THE CUTETSYSHJDGEHSIUYEGDHBWSJ ok sorry

this cute drinks maker is really serious with his jobs tho

he wants everyone to enjoy his drinks

the cafe has this stalls, infront of his station, like the one in bars

so if the people only wants some coffee or cakes and free wifi and alone, there ya go

it’s jeonghan’s idea inspired by a bar

considering beside the dogs the cafe actually does sell good cakes and nice coffees

so one day,

you are finishing your assignment

and the wifi is being a bitch so you decided to go on a small trip to a nearby cafe

the dog cafe

you often went there obviously

but never been alone

this time you got no choice but to go alone so there you are

sitting on one of the stalls

you’re messy af

well, cannot blame anything but the essays you need to submit by tonight so

you don’t even care anymore

the cafe was busy like it always does

but as the night goes by, the cafe goes quiter

you’re still there though

mingyu just got back from helping the kitchen is now cleaning on his stuffs like what he always do

then he spotted you

“wwwwwwwwwwwow.”

his jaws drop

he was starstruck

smitten by you

fecdgsqhjoipiuygqhwospxagfchjkopxsbjdkopsxkzbvhjkojsxb idk why that moment just need a keyboard smashing

he is looking at you for the whole night but ofc you don’t notice him at all because of tHAT GODDAMN ASSIGNMENT

however the cafe needs to close for the night

without you realizing, you’re the only one left

so jeonghan called mingyu

“can you tell that person we’re closing? it’s late, the meeting gonna starts soon.”

mingyu nods but in his head it is a battle between excitement and he’s scared and he’s shy

nothing he can do tho, it’s his jOB AFTERALL

so with confident steps he goes up to you

and pokes your shoulder with his pointy figure

“uhh, s-sorry but we need to close down. . . . . “

you look at him and look him straight in his eyes

ofc he’s hot and stuffs but you yourself is overwhelmed by all of that assignment so like you can’t even care

“oh shit, really?” you take a glance at the time and it was late.

10 past 10 minutes YALL AHAHAHHAHAHAHA SORRY

BUT

whether this is a bad or good luck you had no idea but your assignment has still not done yet

it gets you thinking

would it be shameless if you asked to stay for a little longer?

“uuh sorry, but i reaally need to use the wifi. just for a little longer, is it fine? can i talk to your manager?”

mingyu is taken back and loses his focus for a couple seconds but luckily, he’s got back to his senses pretty quick

“oh, i’d talk to the manager!”

by talk, he means beg at jeonghan like

“PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE”

seungcheol sees this and being the nice owner he is, he lets you to stay for a little longer

so you did stay a little longer

too long even

the meeting ended up early tonight and mingyu sees you still not done with your assignment

so he comes up to seungcheol saying things like

“hey, i wanna make new drinks i’m gonna stay late”

everyone left beside you, mingyu and the dogs that are sleeping or playing on their living space

when he’s making drinks, he takes some shy glances at you

he makes you a drink

“here for you.”

this time, you are the one that is surprised

how can you not? you’re using the cafe’s wifi when everyone is gone and got free drinks

is this a cafe or a charity place

“b but? i’m being a nuisance here.”

mingyu smiles at you and just like giving you a hand gesture like ‘nah that’s fine drink it’

you realized

damn this boi is C U TE E E E

“it’s on me”

“thank you”

after a couple while you’re finally done with your works

you see mingyu, dozing off in his personal chair

it makes you feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel bad

what can you do though?

you poke him

a couple time until he finally gets his consciousness back

“ah you’re done?” he looks at you and smiles

your heart skips a beat

for once, tonight, you finally realized you look like a mess but like there’s a handsome guy infront of you

“i’m sorry for staying late..”

“well, in exchange can i know your name and phone number?”

he asks with his cute grins and slightly flushed cheeks eydhujoiuygdhs

“i’m y/n!”

“mingyu! now, phone number?” he chuckles. “i’m just kidding though, are you going now?”

but you ended up writing on the piece of paper you have laying around and finally left

you two ended up being kind of close

like lowkey

BUT STILL CLOSE?

non-stop texting, shy glances everytime you’re in the cafe, “the drink is on me” kind of thing

the boys are like ;)))))))

so one day, wonwoo

the one that really cares about mingyu but hides it like crazy

with the plans that the other 11 guys have, talked to you

saying stuffs like, hey i cant be around tommorow to walk the dogs and mingyu usually comes first can u help him u r the only one plsplsplsplsplsp

so you did

why not tho doggies are cute

mingyu doesn’t know what’s coming at him but when wonwoo tells him he cannot be around he’s like yeah sure bro

his jaw drops and his eyes widen when mingyu sees you in the morning

“wHY ARE YOU HERe???”

“WONWOO TOLD ME TO COME WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS I’M HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME BUT I FEEL SO ATTACKED RN”

mingyu does realize what wonwoo’s trying to do

because he used to do this when seungcheol with his patner are still friends

you two ended up walking the dogs for a couple minutes early because when it’s usually just mingyu it takes longer since he’s alone

you + doggos + morning breeze

what could make mingyu happier at this point

so he confessed

“wait you like me?”

“wait you don’t like me back?”

“NO! that’s not what i mean”

“SO WHAT DO YOU MEA-- WAIT THE DOG IS BITING MY LEG”

mingyu and you come back to the cafe as a couple like the cutest thing

you two are the fluffiest and the cutest

young love oh young love

you often accompany mingyu during his late night works for wifi no jk

and play with dogs

and tasting his drinks

mingyu makes a few drinks inspired by you ofc

like, if he’s an artist, you are his muse

he named it after you and it’s all cringy and greasy and you know he gonna regrets it later but like yeah you in the future deserve it : )))

when you cannot be around him during the night, he’d visit your place

showing of his cooking skills

mingyu gives you the warmest, longest, and the most comfy hug ever!!!

“hey i’m gonna earn lots of money and buy us an apartment together and let’s adopt lots of puppies and doggies!!!!!!!!!!!”

so to end this,

you two’s relationship is the cutest and the most cringy and romantic

mingyu is a big puppy that always affectionate towards you and you love him to death and he does too and he’s good at everything and you need him in your life so you cherish him and again, he does that too

other members: seungcheol - jisoo - wonwoo - minghao - hansol

sorry if that gets too long bUT MINGYU IS SOOOOOOOOOO CUTE SO

THANK YOU FOR READING! < 3

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ladyscientia · 7 years

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Tempus Vernum Ep.3

That one time you fell asleep at work.

Blind!Ignis x Reader Spoilers below the cut!

Episode Two: That one time you learned what Ebony was.

You’re dreaming about the train again. You hear the muffled clinking of metal beneath the floor boards of the compartment. You focus on that sound to drown out the intense thumping of your heart and ringing in your ears. The compartment is pitch black. You’ve stowed yourself there in hiding. With your knees brought up to your chin you breath in. You breath out.

How long now has it been? How long have you been scrunched up amidst the crates and boxes? What if you missed your stop?

The doors of the compartment fly open. There’s a menacing silhouette against the buzzing, blinding white light from the corridor. The thumping of your heart transforms into booming. The fear is so intense that you wake up in a panic.

You gasp as if resurfacing from deep water. Every nerve ending is sizzling.

It’s okay. Everything is ok.

You’d fallen asleep at your office desk during lunch period. You force yourself to focus on specific things in the room to pull you into reality;

pile of manila envelopes ... cherry wood desk ... empty can of Ebony ... pictures of my family in Accordo ... You steady yourself with long, deep, calming breaths and make more grounding observations; dirty coffee mug ... I need to clean that. uncomfortable plastic ear piece ... display lights on the bookshelf ... You pull your cell phone from your pantsuit pocket to check the time. You’ve definitely slept past lunch. The combination of your quickened heartbeat and springing yourself out of the desk chair makes your stomach lurch.

Before you can reach for the door, someone opens it from the other side. It’s Evelyn, the secretary that works at the desk closest to your office. She pokes her pale face inside. Her black hair is pulled back into a bun with criss-crossing miss-matched pencils.

“Sam sent me to check on you,” she says. Her voice is naturally husky and a little monotone. She takes a long look at you with disarming, brown eyes.

“(y/n), Are you okay?” She steps into the office, softly closing the door behind her.

Over the past hand full of days shadowing Sam, you’ve grown closest to her. She’s a refugee from Galahd and very passionate about her work. You’ve learned that her desk works directly with foreign affairs. She organizes all the details and then sends them to you. Every report is interminably perfect. Although her hand writing is a mess, each note is tentative and well thought out. Her sticky notes have cute, anime prints and she often hides little pick-me-ups through out lengthy articles; “Stick with me, boss!”

“I’m okay,” you force a gratuitous smile. “Just fell asleep at my desk.” Evelyn makes a clicking sound with her tongue. “Tisk, tisk. Come on. Sam’s getting impatient about going on his break. And he’s the poster child for ‘you’re not yourself when you’re hungry.’” At the main desk, Sam is giving you a critical glare behind his little rhinestone-edged reading glasses.

“Sorry,” you come around and take the seat beside him.

“You know ...” he begins while flipping through some paperwork. “You left your earpiece on after you took it out. Girl, you snore like there is no tomorrow.”

You gasp and the blood rushes to your face. Frickin’ hell. You hate the earpiece. How badly you wanted one and now it’s betrayed you!

Sam adds, “don’t worry, though. Everyone was on lunch during the worst of it. Everyone except me. You know. Because I have to wait until you come back before I can go. ...”

“I can’t get used to that thing,” you confess, crossing your arms wearily atop the desk.

“Where is that ‘thing?’ I don’t see it in your ear.”

“I left it in the office.”

Sam sighs. “I’ll go get it for you. You look like you’ve seen a ghost! ... But then I’m going to lunch!” He brings his readers down from his face and they hang off his neck on a blinged out lanyard. They swing across his wide chest as trots off, leaving you in crestfallen thankfulness. You rest your head face-down in the nest of your folded arms.

Through the silence you here shoe-tapping as someone nears the desk. Now what? You peek up to see Ignis. He’s come into the half-circle enclosed work area.

“Miss Vernum, a word?”

“Sure,” you respond, nonplussed. “Fire away.”

“Are you feeling quite confident with the secretarial basics?” “Yes...” you think honestly to yourself. “I think so.”

“I’m sure there are a number of things you won’t be able to learn until the opportunity presents itself. But Sam tells me you’re doing quite well.”

That’s good to hear.

Ignis continues; “I’m going to have you start shadowing me tomorrow. I think as you arrive each morning at the time you’ve been, that should suffice. I’ll meet you in your office and we’ll go over the agenda for the day. Although I’d rather have you finish the week with Sampra, there’s an important council meeting tomorrow and I think it’d do well to have you there as an observer.”

He pauses and adds quietly, “are you alright?”

Is it THAT obvious how anxious you are that even a blind man can tell?

“Did you have a nightmare?” he inquires tentatively.

“What?” Shit. Did HE hear your snoring too?

He pulls up Sam’s chair and sits, scooting it close and talking low. He checks his earpiece. (Probably to make sure it’s off. Right?) You poke your head over the tall top of the counter. Does anyone else see this? One of the many odd things you learned about working with Sam is that you DON’T sit in his chair.

“I admit that I came into your office while you were resting,” says Ignis.

“I ... geez.” You push your chair an inch or so away. He’s way too close and you’re not sure whether you’re feeling bashful or exposed. He hasn’t spoken to you in the past few days, except in greeting. And now he’s randomly getting personal?

“Might I suggest a therapist? - If you’re not already seeing one. For your position you must be at top notch.” He says with solid fortitude. “And if we’re to work side by side, we need to lend one another a helping hand.”

“ - Uh, (y/n,)” Teddy, who’s desk is closest to the main, interrupts, looking embarrassed FOR you. “Sam wants to know where you left your ear piece.”

The surge of blood is ringing in your ears again.

“It’s on my desk!” You shout to Teddy.

Ignis reaches in his pocket and pulls out a simple, leather wallet. He produces a business card, which is oddly folded at the corner, and hands it to you.

“This is my therapist’s information. I advise you seek her council at some point today.” Ohhh. You feel so ashamed and nauseous and embarrassed. You take the card, fingering the intricate fold. What’s that for?

“Thank you. ... So ... we’ll be working side by side on a daily basis then, huh?” You ask for the sake of saying SOMETHING.

“Certainly. You’re essentially my eyes, Miss Vernum.” “Then ... what are you?” You respond reciprocally.

His lips form a casual smile. “Whatever you require from me.”

You take momentary advantage of his blindness and let your eyes wash over the broken masterpiece of his features. ... phew. What does your breath smell like right now? Did you remember to put on deodorant today? Even though he can’t see your hair, does it look ok? Stop it! Stop it!

“Now you make sure you keep this thing in, (y/n)!” Sam is hollering from the other end of the lobby. He’s striding your way with his glasses swinging on their bejewled pendulum.

Ignis removes himself from Sam’s chair; a wise decision for all parties involved. “I’ll see you in the morning, Miss Vernum.”

“Uh-huh,” you squeak and he promptly exits the half-circle before the hungry wrath of Sam can scold him for sitting in his chair. Even he knows.

Sam gives the back of Ignis’ head a conspiratorial scowl. He hands you your earpiece and you shove it into it’s place, wincing. The cartilage is sensitive. He aggressively pulls open the bottom drawer of his personal area at the desk, whipping out a simple paper bag.

“Is he bothering you?” Sam asks. He inspects his chair to make sure none of his adjustments have been messed with.

“Bothering me? No. Why? Does he usually bother people?”

“No. THAT’S exactly why I’m asking, little bird.” Everything with the chair checks out. He pushes it in and examines you. “Huh. Well at least your color’s come back in full force.”

Your hands instinctively raise to your face. Your cheeks are hot. “What do you mean? I’m sure he just wants to make sure I’m doing ok. Being new and all.”

Teddy’s voice responds in the earpiece. (Ugh. Nothing is sacred here.) “He’s always in the lobby now. We think he likes you.”

“We?” you ask in shock.

One of the bun girls, Kait (you THINK,) says, “someone from serving told Anju who told me that he leaves a can of Ebony at your office door every morning.”

“That’s because he found out I’ve never had it before. Let’s not look into this, you guys.” The earpiece quiets. You look to Sam helplessly. He shrugs.

“Girl, they’re just stating facts. I’m gonna take my lunch while I can. Try to keep busy.”

The duration of Sam’s lunch is relatively calm. You DO notice a lot of Ignis-activity in the background. But even if he IS interested in you, if he can’t see you, what’s the point of lingering around? You saunter over to Teddy’s desk. His secretarial duties are in the City Building department. It’s the dead of winter and so there’s a slump in this area. He looks bored.

You mute your earpiece and beckon him to do the same. He does and presses his chin with interest into the palms of his hands. “I don’t get it though,” you tell him. You’ve got to talk to someone about this. “I’ve only been here for a couple of weeks. And how do you become attracted to someone if you can’t see them?”

“Okay,” starts Teddy with one raised brow. You can tell you’re really in for something. “First off; love it blind. Maybe he likes the way your voice sounds. Or the way you smell or something. I don’t know.”

The way I SMELL? He goes on, “and why are you bothered by it? He’s HOT, girl.”

Huh? You cock your head to the side curiously.

Teddy roles his eyes, “I’m bi.”

OH. “Anyways, Ignis is never interested in anyone in the lobby. We’ve always thought he felt he was too above us commoners to make idle conversation.”

You lean on the tall top of Teddy’s desk and watch Ignis conversing with Eine at the front door. “That doesn’t seem like him at all. You guys are just pulling my leg because I’m new. I used to substitute teach, you know. I was the butt of a lot of jokes. I think I can tell when I’m being messed with.”

“Whatever, MISS VERNUM.” He imitates Ignis’ cultured accent. “I bet he likes that you used to be a teacher. I’m sure he’d be happy to be your teacher’s pet.”

If you’d known Teddy for longer, you’d reach behind the counter and slap him on the shoulder.

“Stop it,” you hiss, glancing behind you in both directions to see if anyone heard him. Note to self; Teddy is a loud mouth. A lovable loud mouth. The bun girl that sits at the next desk heard. She’s laughing. Oh boy. You retreat to the sanctuary of the main desk where no one can see your profuse blushing.

Later that night, in the comfort of your apartment, you starfish out in bed. You’re still wearing everything from your heels to the uncomfortable hair clip that’s digging into your scalp. You stare at the ceiling, slipping into an idle torpor. What was this day even? You’re never going to fall asleep at your desk again. That’s for sure. You’ve got your cell phone in your right hand and it buzzes.

You groan and bring the screen to your face. It’s a text from Evelyn.

It reads; “wanna talk?”

How does she know? Yes. YES, you want to talk. You call her and she answers right away.

“Heyy, (y/n).” She says in her ashy, low voice. “How did you know I wanted to talk?”

She scoffs. “Because you TALKED to Teddy. Really shouldn’t have done that. I know your mind has got to be racing right now.” You knew it was a bad choice the moment Teddy said, “first off.” You’ve been repenting ever since. You blow stray strands of hair off your face with a heavy exhale. Evelyn continues talking.

“The bun sisters were talking about it for the rest of the day. It was so annoying. I wanted to choke them. For you AND for me.” Bun SISTERS. You like that better than ‘bun GIRLS.’ Wait. What? “What were they talking about?”

“YOU, dummy. And how obvious you are with the Adviser.”

“Ugh! I’m not obvious! About ANYTHING! He’s the one that keeps bugging ME!” You protest.

“You’re in denial. I don’t WANT to agree with the sisters. But you are most definitely in denial.”

“What? I don’t think so. There’s NOTHING there and I’m going to shut this thing down with all the chick-a-dees first thing in the morning.” You respond seriously.

“AFTER your meeting with Ignis? And ‘chick-a-dees?’ You sound like Sam.” “I HAVE to shadow him to learn my job. This is ridiculous. You really think I have a thing for him? Don’t answer that. I haven’t ... fallen in love in over ten years. And it’s not going to happen again.” You know you’ve sounded harsh. But it’s the gospel truth. Your heart is on lock down. That’s just the way it is. Evelyn waits before responding. She answers with something like pity for you. “You haven’t fallen in love in how long? WHY?”

It’s been a long day. You’re really not ready to open up about it entirely. You answer simply, “it’s a long story. He was my one and only. And he’s gone.”

You listen to the static as the silence between the two of you becomes prolonged. You feel so dramatic. Like you need to start pacing the room furiously to get the angst out. Maybe you’re about to start your period. Somehow the idea of menstruation is more welcoming than the idea that you might have a crush. Evelyn sighs and says, “look, I want to be your friend. I’m here to help. You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to. But opening up about something traumatic that happened ... well, it’ll help you move on. Trust me from experience.” Open up? You’ve been closed up tight for a very long time. And now, talking to Evelyn, it suddenly sounds like a cathartic thing to do. Maybe you’re ready to move on...

-END

#tempus vernum #my writing #ffxv #ignis scientia #final fantasy 15 #FF15 #headcanon

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