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There's something wrong with the village - Billy Hargrove x transmasc! reader/oc
A very cathartic and self indulgent fic, that i needed to write for myself. It's raw, and triggering, but it's a way to get out the homophobia I have to deal with being a closeted queer person, and a source of comfort.
Angst in the begining, happy ending. Soft! Billy with reader .Accidental Crossover with the Lost Boys? I got a little carried away but it's good I promise
Trigger warning : mention of suicide attempt. Homophobia, slurs. If I forgot a tag don't hesitate to tell me in the comments, or my asks are open if needed.
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If only Carol had not been looking through my locker. If only she hadn’t acted like the bitch she is and left me alone, nothing would have happened. It was after this annoying class of P.E., where all the girls were forced to run and run for an hour. I liked running, but there was something else bothering me: the sports clothing being too feminine for my comfort, and the impossibility to bind properly. And I may have been pretty flat, it did not make my breast inexistant.
I was always pretty uncomfortable showering and changing with the girls, not that I was attracted to them but I knew that they were seeing me as something I wasn’t, and it hurts a lot. But Hawkins being Hawkins, Indiana, I knew there wasn’t much I could do about it. Not yet, not in high school. But maybe after… I’ve heard that California was more open, and there was this little town I’ve heard about, Santa Carla that seemed perfect for people like me, who wanted to disappear and start over.
I tried hard to keep the door of the closet close, knowing how easy it was to start a witch hunt for the freak. But I didn’t know that I would have to endure it.
As I went back to my locker to take my stuff, I found Carol looking through my stuff, holding the bandages I used to bind. I had a binder made from a one-piece swimsuit that was flattening my chest enough but looked like a sport bra enough for it to be discreet, but it was safely drying in my closet at home and I had opted for less safe bandages that I had to take off exercising.
And even if it wasn’t well-known what it was used for, I knew she had seen it has something wrong. She knew. And she made my life hell for the rest of the year. The word Queer that I had grew to love use for myself became a disgusting slur in her mouth, often coming along with faggot. It hurts so much, yet I knew I couldn’t do anything about it without outing myself and put me in an even more dangerous situation.
It hurts so much that I started to do somethings to myself that would hurt. Was I really a sinner like she said? What was a sin anyway? It hurts so much and I don’t know what to do about it. It hurts more and more, until it keeps me awake at night, until I can’t think about anything else.
It’s late when I put on my favorite Metallica tee-shirt with my binder underneath. It’s late when lock the door of my house. It’s even more late when I walk and walk until I reach that cliff above the lake where I know that flying will end it all. It’s way too late for people to be outside, so when I’m so focused on walking toward the edge I think I imagine the noise of the car, I imagine the loud noise of its door and the person rushing to the cliff, to me. It’s so late when I reach the end, ready to jump and I feel a body pressed into mine, taking me away from that cliff, leading the fallen angel away from its fall.
Realizing that someone cared enough to save me from myself, I broke down, sobbing against the warm body pressed against me, that embrace me and try to sooth me, away from that cliff, from that fall that would undoubtedly de deadly. When my sobs finally calm down, I open my eyes and look at my unknown saviour that is not so unknown. Despite the bruises, I can recognize the piercing blue eyes full of worry, wavy hair framing its owner beautiful face. Billy Hargrove, out of all people, who knows damn well for my queerness saved me.
I follow him inside his car, and as we are comfortably sitting on the backseats, I spill it. I spill everything, the good, the bad, the dirty. And I was not expecting him to, but he is listening. Billy is listening and comforting me, telling me everything will turn out alright, if I give it the time to be. As I don’t seem convinced much and ask him about his reasons to babe here in the middle of the night, he end up spilling everything about the asshole he has for father.
We end up spending the rest of the night here, finding comfort in the other’s presence.
The rest of our last schoolyear was easier after that. It was easier to support the nasty things in your life with a friend that you could confide in. We both got jobs to make some money to get out of here, and found a solution to make our getaway easier. Since we both wanted to go to California, and Santa Carla had the beach Billy wanted, we would both go there with his car. I would sell my old one for more cash that we could both use, so we could get our place and start anew.
Sometimes, there was this thing with Billy, where it was all confused, where I couldn’t understand if I wanted to be him, or if I wanted him. Slowly, I was transitioning in a discreet, invisible way. I let him cut my hair shorter, at chest level and with shorter hair in front, in a more androgynous and masculine way. He did an amazing job, and for the remaining time of school he would do it monthly.
We would often work out together, and he would help me with my shopping. He even gave me his old leather jacket, too small for him yet baggy on me. I took the habit of wearing it daily.
While I was falling in love with him, I did not realize he was falling in love with me. With the way my eyes would light up when I saw him. With how gentle and caring I was, with how I was baring my soul to him and how he knew he could do the same with me.
When we snatched that diploma, I could tell how eager he was to leave. We had already had everything ready. Our things and money were in his car, I had sold mine a few days before, pretexting wanting to get a bike more suited for the state I wanted to study in, that would also be cheaper and allow me to use the money for college. No one needed to know that I would never see a university class. When we both got in his car, and started to drive away I couldn’t believe it was happening for real. We were free.
When we estimated we were far enough from Hawkins, we stopped to a cheap motel to rest, Billy and I had taken turn driving, to put as much distance as we could, listening to Metallica and Mötley Crüe, savoring our newly earned freedom.
When we settled into our room for the night, passing for two best friends doing a road-trip before going to college, we ended up with only one bed. After a lot of awkward, we decided to share it, clinging onto each other as a reassurance that yes, we were away from the homophobic hell that was Hawkins, safe and together.
I don’t really remember what happened, one moment we were just chatting together and the other we were kissing, tongues and teeth clashing in a way that said I am alive, I am alive and free with you. I didn’t know what would kissing a boy would feel like, but with Billy it felt good, loving. It felt right. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, tangled together and as close as we could be. We were together and in love and everything would be alright.
When we woke up, we were such in a good mood we couldn’t take our hands off of the other. We soon hit the road again, Billy driving, with his hand on my tight, singing along the tapes we were listening to. We switched a few times before reaching Santa Carla. I had never seen Billy so happy as when we saw the ocean together. Our new life wouldn’t be so easy but it was already so full of promises.
When we went for a walk on the boardwalk, his arm around my shoulder, Billy insisted for us to walk around. That’s how we caught the attention of the four men leaning by their bikes, with similar fashion to ours. When the blond platinum one smiled at us, I did not knew at that time how the luck had turned in our favor and if there was something wrong with Hawkins, the fate Billy and I were promised in Santa Carla was a really good one.
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The ministry is good for one (1) thing... getting Tonks a date
‘Why-’ Tonks says to the head that is currently sticking out of her fireplace, ‘Why did you ask me for this job.’
Charlie doesn’t even hesitate before answering. ‘Because you speak French fluently, and because you love me and therefore couldn’t say no.’
Mentally, Tonks curses out the Black family and their fucked up traditions. Why French, of all things? Then she corrects herself and blames her mother instead, for keeping this particular tradition. Couldn’t she have gone hunting when she was ten, instead? Bella always thought that was great fun.
Out loud, she replies. ‘I could’ve said no. If I wanted to.’
‘So you want to do this? Good to hear! You can always thank me later, a gift basket would be nice-’
Tonks scoffs at Charlie’s way too wide grin, a laugh threatening to crack out on her face too. ‘You know what, Charlie?’
‘What?’ he says, smugly, as if he’s won.
‘You weren’t completely wrong. I couldn’t have said no.’
‘I know.’
‘You were wrong about one thing, though.’
The fire crackles as Charlie cocks his head. ‘Well?’
Tonks pulls her face into something sad and melancholic to the best of her ability, and looks dramatically into the distance. ‘I don’t love you.’
Charlie’s gasp is loud enough that Tonks almost fears that he’ll douse the flames, somehow. ‘How dare you! Was all this…. a lie?’ After he has stared morosely into the flames for a while, though, he asks: ‘But seriously, babe, what is it?’
The back of Tonks’ shoulders itches a little now that they aren’t joking anymore, and she feels a bit too closely scrutinized. ‘It’s not that bad, okay? You don’t have to look so worried.’
Charlie still looks worried.
‘It’s just- remember how you asked me so that I could translate what she would say?’
‘Sure.’
‘Well, since she’s here partially to improve her English, she told me that I wasn’t really needed.’
‘Okay.’ Charlie says, ‘And?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You wouldn’t be bothered this much by that. I know you, can’t fool me.’
‘Okay so I may have-’
‘May have or you did?’
Tonks ignores him, words spilling out of her. ‘I may have spilled my coffee on her. And she’s so fucking pretty, Charlie, and confident, which I’m apparently attracted to?’
‘There we go,’ He mutters under his breath. Tonks isn’t done.
‘And she doesn’t sugarcoat stuff, you know? So logically I know that she means it when she says that it’s okay, and that she doesn’t mind me ruining her clothes, but what if she secretly hates me now?’
‘Mhm.’
‘She was perfectly kind, though, and have I mentioned how good-looking she is? Name is Fleur, by the way, and sure looks aren’t everything, I change mine on the daily, but the way she looks when she smiles… Only, there’s no excuse for me to stay around her, anymore, and now I’ll never see her again, and she’ll only remember me as that horrible person who ruined her day.’
Charlie’s laugh rings around the room, warm and comfortable, and some ash gets on the carpet when he finally decides to just step out of the fireplace. ‘I’m going to have to stop you there, babe. You’re not just here to speak the language of love-’ After these words, there’s a horrible eyebrow wiggle, and Tonks makes and even weirder face back, just because she can. ‘- but also to show her around!’
‘I don’t even work here anymore! It really is weird that you couldn’t find anyone else who speaks French. I mean- Sirius does?’
‘Yes,’ Charlie responds, while walking around in her house in that comfortable way of his, easily settling down on her couch, ‘because I know Sirius so much better than I know you.’
Tonks lifts up his legs so that there is some space for her to sit, and then keeps one hand curled around his ankle, the other gesturing wildly, almost hitting the lamp that stands near. ‘I don’t know! You both like animals, right?’
‘You know very well that Sirius has adopted a hippogriff. Now, if it’d been a dragon-’
‘Fair enough,’ Tonks says, because while she loves Charlie’s ranting there’s still one topic she’d like clarity on, ‘But still, aren’t there people who speak French and, like, actually work at the ministry?’
Charlie purses his lips. ‘Maybe. But while I am very aro ace I still have eyes and she’s indeed very pretty, and you are very single, so-’
He can’t even finish the sentence before Tonks has thrown a pillow at him. He throws one back, of course, and soon enough they’re two adults in a full-on pillow war, laughing up and until Tonks accidentally punches Charlie in the face.
She gets him some ice and then they just cuddle on the couch for a bit, legs intertwined, and as Charlie tells her about the proper way to clip a dragon’s toenails, she gets a feeling as if she might just be able to handle the whole Fleur thing.
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Tonks is not able to handle the whole Fleur thing.
They don’t spill their coffee again, they’re trying to be careful now, but she’s already confusing departments, and accidentally pressing all the buttons in the lift, which isn’t really appreciated by anyone.
Fleur just laughs at that. ‘How did you press all of them?’
‘I was-’ Tonks stammers, ‘I was trying to hold on to something so I wouldn’t fall.’
‘Why not hold on to me?’ Fleur asks, a thick French accent coating her words, and Tonks just stares for a while. Is this flirting? Is it a joke that Tonks is simply too dumb to get? Should they respond to this with ‘but then I wouldn’t have fallen for you’ and some finger guns?
Tonks only knows the answer to that last one (it’s ‘no’, in case that wasn’t clear). ‘It’s- erm- I mean-’
Fleur just smiles at them in a way that Tonks wishfully thinks might be flirtatious. Tonks is suddenly very glad blushes don’t really show up on their dark skin.
A voice calls out ‘Department of Magical Games and Sports’ and Tonks and Fleur get out, because this was the next part of the tour.
Fleur, her eyes lingering on the various posters hung on the walls, says, ‘Aren’t people here supposed to be impartial? This must be inefficient.’
‘For sure,’ Tonks says, never one to defend the ministry, ‘it’s all a bit shoddy, as if it’s taped together with duct tape.’ (They very carefully pronounce that last word. Who knows, maybe muggle knowledge will impress Fleur?)
‘Then why do you work for it?’
A laugh curls Tonks lips. ‘I don’t! Me and Moody, that’s my old mentor, have opened a sort of private detective office.’
They aren’t even walking through the corridor anymore. One quidditch poster (The Chudley Cannons) is slightly crinkled where Fleur’s shoulder is leaning on it. She throws a bit of her long blonde hair over her shoulder. ‘Then why are you giving me a tour here?’
With a bit of a crooked grin, Tonks answers: ‘Like I said, a bit shoddy.’
Tonks likes the fact that they’re talking now, likes it very much, and therefore they try to lean on the wall just as casually as Fleur does, but they miscalculate, and the ground suddenly comes at them with an alarming speed.
‘Watch out!’ Fleur says, from somewhere very, very close, a flowery smell suddenly surrounding them. One of Fleur’s arms is around their upper arm, the other one curled around their waist. Fleur is very warm. Coincidentally, so are Tonks’ cheeks.
They get up quickly, trying not to elbow Fleur, avoiding eye contact just a little bit. ‘When you said I could hold on to you, I didn’t think I’d need it this quickly.’
Fleur snorts. ‘I am not all too surprised, honestly.’
‘That’s fair,’ Tonks' heart is still beating wildly.
There’s a bit of a silence, and Tonks wrecks their brain for something to talk about. They don’t want this to be over just yet. Luckily, Fleur speaks up.
‘How is being a metamorphmagus? I am part-Veela, and I know other magical beings are immune for that, but I do not know much more. What do you change most often?’
‘My hair,’ Tonks laughs, raking a hand through it (short and a deep blue today), ‘It’s partly apart from my body, in a way, so it takes a bit more effort to change, but once it’s a different colour it stays that way without any effort.’
Fleur cocks her head. ‘It takes effort to change?’
‘For sure. Not all that much, but if I change too much for too long I get a headache. I would never change my skin tone, but if I did I’d get really grouchy, most probably. Oh! And I sometimes change my nose and such as a party trick.’
‘Sounds fun,’ Fleur says, a smile playing on her lips. Tonks seriously considers changing their nose into the one of that squid in the cartoon Hermione showed her, before realizing that that wouldn’t impress Fleur, but rather the opposite.
‘It is! But I get tired if I do it too much. That’s also why, on days that gender is-’ Tonks makes a vague hand gesture, ‘- I sometimes wear a binder, because while I can make my chest flatter, sometimes I’ll be concentrating on some work and suddenly, bam!’ They mimick an explosion in front of their chest, pushing their hands forward.
Fleur snickers. ‘Poor you.´ That sounds like the end of the conversation, but Tonks has finally had enough time to get their brain to work again, and they’ve come up with a new topic.
‘So, what are you here for?’
‘Did you not get that information?’ (Tonks had never said it was a good topic)
‘No, I did, but I thought you might be able to explain it better?’
‘Oh.’ Fleur says, ‘well, I am looking into the practical applications of magic, but specifically on magical creatures. Dragons, for example, can be lured to sleep with a sleeping charm, but can resist most hexes without any effort.
‘Giants, who can also resist hexes, can easily resist a sleeping charm, but curses can seriously harm them, and that’s already fascinating, but I’m going to look into what effects other kinds of magic have, outside of wizardry, starting with Veela magic, because I happen to possess that, and that's not even talking about how that magic works. Only female Veela have any sort of non-wixard magical power, but the magic is not stored in the uturus as one might think, because I do not have one, but still have magic. How does the magic know that?’
Fleur had been talking slowly and deliberately ever since Tonks had met her, as if she was weighing the words, remembering the pronunciation, but now she talks faster, a flush on her cheeks.
‘But I'm getting of topic. I will mostly work with stuff like: why does Veela magic affect unicorns but not dragons? Why does it affect giants but not metamorphmagi? And if it doesn’t affect metamorphmagi, then why do you still get so flustered?’
‘I-’ Tonks says, ‘Erm-’
‘Do not worry,’ Fleur says, smiling ever-so-slightly, ‘I think I know the answer. Would you like to go on a date with me?’
Honestly, Tonks didn’t think a dingy corner lined with quidditch posters could ever be romantic, but Fleur makes it work, with the soft lighting on her cheek, and that fucking gorgeous smile on her lips. ‘Yes,’ they answer (was there ever another option?), ‘I’d like that very much.’
In a sudden rush of courage (what are they, a gryffindor?) they ask: ‘Can I kiss you?’
Fleur nods, and they discover that yes, Fleur’s smile tastes as wonderful as it looks.
#flonks#in my timezone its still femslash february so im saying it counts#even tho this isnt completely FEMslash yall get what i mean#fleur delacour#nymphadora tonks#charlie weasley#to anyone wondering: yes this is what prompted the 'charlie weasley calls his friends 'babe'' post#and im right!!!!#oneshot#mywriting#i took hp lore and RAN with it#fleur is just so smart tho.... that deserves its own place#and moody and tonks ruining a private detectives business is actually something that can be so personal-#also just so yall know charlie doesnt work for the ministry EITHER the reason why he could still get tonks the job is. well.#its explained in the story
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Coming Home pt. 5
I really loved making this chapter, probably the fastest one that i’ve written. It felt like there should be a little trip down memory lane. warning: bunch of feels ahead.
Hope you like it! xx - A
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PART ONE || TWO || THREE || FOUR || FIVE || FINALE || BONUS
“Hi, I’m Jung Jaehyun” He said with half the confidence he usually has, if this was any other person he wouldn’t feel as shy or intimidated, but something about Y/N made him trip over his own words
“Hi, Jung Jaehyun” she repeated with a chuckle, wondering why was he talking to her all of a sudden
For a second they just stared at each other, waiting for the other one to say something
“You’re friends with Johnny right?” he asked, trying to find a common ground with the girl he’s been trying to talk to for months now but never did
“Everyone’s friends with him” she answered quickly, “Do you want to sit down?” she asked then gestured to the vacant seat infront of her. Jaehyun set his bag down before sitting,
To say that she was beautiful was an understatement, Jaehyun has only ever heard Johnny talk about her and occasionally Taeyong too. He’s been curious ever since. She’s friends with a lot of his friends, they attend the same school, maybe even share the same classes but they never talked
“I was asking Taeyong to help me with this project for my creative writing class but he told me I should ask you, since you we have the same class” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to not to sound too nervous
“Yea, he told me. I already made an outline if you want to see” she said then took out a binder, going through the stacks of paper before finding the right one
“You made this?” he asked Y/N when she passed it to him
“I did, I figured it would be easier to have a guide. I do that often so I don’t get confused but you can just call me if you have any question”
Jaehyun went out to buy Taeyong his favorite sweets after that day.
Y/N was never the one for large crowds, or basketball games for that matter. But since it was Jaehyun who asked her to come, she really couldn’t say no. She was thinking about saying no but one pout from the boy got her saying yes yet again.
“Who would’ve thought I would be seeing you here” Taeyong teased the girl who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here
“I didn’t, will this ever start?” she mumbled, already feeling anxious with the number of people around
“Yes, just wait a bit” the older one shot her a smile and offered her some popcorn
Jaehyun was always so focused when he’s in a game, every move being calculated in his mind. He was confident with his skills, he had nothing to worry about. But when he asked Y/N to come and watch the game, he didn’t expect her to say yes.
He took the chance and she said yes, now for the first time in a long time he felt nervous before the game started. When the players started to enter the gym, he can’t help but check the crowd if she was indeed there.
A lot of other girls tried to get his attention, waving their banners with his name written on it or calling out his name in hopes that he will spare them a smile but his eyes kept wondering around until he found Taeyong in the crowd, sitting beside him was Y/N.
She was frowning a bit, looking around to see if the game is about to start. Y/N hasn’t noticed that Jaehyun was at the side of the court waiting for her to see him,
“There’s the one you’re looking for” Taeyong said, nudging Y/N’s legs making her look at the direction Taeyong was gesturing at
There he was, smiling up at her. Even shooting her a small wave, for a second she contemplated whether it was really intended for her. There was a sea of girls infront of him, yet his eyes were locked on hers.
Y/N was not going to lie, it did make her smile knowing his attention was on her.
“It’s our first anniversary, and all you want to do is stay in?” Jaehyun asked Y/N again, she was happily cuddling his pillow. He wasn’t going to lie he looked so cute and comfortable, he wanted to join her. But he wanted to do something for their anniversary.
He gave her a ring last night, one she’s wearing on her left hand. One day he promised to put it in the right place along with a promise of forever.
“Yes please, we can watch movies and order in food. Why? Do you want to go out?” she asked, sitting up but making no effort to move off of the bed
Jaehyun’s heart melted at the sight, she was wearing his hoodie and it looks better on her than it ever did on him. The smile she was shooting him made him want to keep her in this room forever, just the two of them.
“We can do whatever you want” he mumbled before tackling her in a hug
“Anything?” she giggled
“Anything. Why, what do you want?” he asked, peppering kisses all over her face making her burst out into giggles
“Cookies, can we bake cookies?” her answer took him by surprise but found it adorable nonetheless.
“Okay, we’ll make some”
He pulled her closer, kissing her atop her head. There wasn’t a place he’d rather be than here.
If she asks him for the moon he’d probably find a way to give it to her, he didn’t know how to say it out loud so he just held her tighter.
On their 7 year anniversary, Jaehyun proposed.
He had a stable job, so did Y/N. When he thinks about it, he doesn’t really see himself settling down if it’s not with Y/N. So the next thing he knows, he’s buying a ring and thinking of a way to pop the question.
It was just like any other Saturday movie night, a tradition that started years ago. Y/N was scrolling through the movie while Jaehyun was in kitchen making some popcorn.
“Did you pick a film?” he asked when he got back to the living room, Y/N was bundled up under the fluffy blanket he brought especially for her.
A lot of stuff in his apartment was brought especially for her. He always makes the joke that she should just move in at this point. She stays over during the weekends, there’s a drawer in his closet reserved just for her. Two toothbrushes in bathroom counter along with her favorite shampoo and body wash.
“How about The Vow?” her choice of movie made his heart skip a beat
Did she know?
Did she accidentally find the ring?
Was he being too obvious?
“Okay” was all he could answer before cuddling up beside her.
When they got to the part where the two characters were exchanging vows, Jaehyun could hear her giggle and sniffle. Looking over at her, he saw her with a big smile on her face.
That moment he knew. She was the one for him. He’s known that for a while but now there was not a single ounce of doubt.
“I vow to love you now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is once in a lifetime love. I vow to love you and no matter what challenges may carry us apart, we will always find a way back to each other.” while those words were being said in the film, Jaehyun couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.
She was wiping away the tears but her smile was still there, he can’t help but imagine if she would cry like that on their wedding day.
She must’ve felt him staring at her so she looked his way, “What?” she asked
“You know I love you, right?” he asked, his voice quiet
“I know, but I like hearing you say it every now and then” she joked, he took her hand in his.
This was it. No backing out.
“Do you love me?”
“That’s a dumb question, Jung Jaehyun” she rolled her eyes the way she does when he teases her, he adored it.
“Love me enough to marry me?”
This was the fourth test she took, the other three sitting on top of the counter. All showing a positive sign.
She held on the test tightly in her hands, trying to slow down her thoughts and her heart. A million things running in her mind at the moment.
With shaky hands she opened the bathroom door before getting her phone, keys and the stick putting it all away in her bag. Jaehyun’s apartment was atleast 30 minute from hers. Most of the time Jaehyun would be the one driving to her or coming to get her.
On the way to his place, she can’t help but worry about Jaehyun’s reaction.
Will he be mad at her?
Disappointed?
WIll he leave her?
She shook those thoughts away, this was Jaehyun she was talking about. But then again they haven’t been the same in so long.
After graduating from college they were both thrown in the adult world immediately, Jaehyun was already offered a job on his senior year in college. Everything feels like it’s going to fast, even this was a sudden thing.
When she got to the apartment she knew he wasn’t there, she knew his schedule by heart just like he does with hers. But lately, things have been more busy and hectic. Saturday movie nights have been postponed, dates cancelled, she hasn’t slept over in a while.
She felt awful.
She punched the code and entered the apartment, things look the same way it did the last time she was here.
For a while she just lingered there, not really sure if she’s waiting for Jaehyun to arrive. She’s not even sure what time he’ll come home.
She walked in his home office, thinking about leaving a note but changed her mind. Making her way in the bedroom across the hall instead.
She sat at the edge of the bed, collecting herself before taking the test out of her bag. It still says the same thing it did the last she checked.
Without saying or doing anything else, she set the test down by the bedside table. The side where Jaehyun always sleeps on.
Then she left.
When Jaehyun got to his apartment he was drained from the long day at work, he haven’t got the time to even check his phone for a bit. Expecting Y/N to have alteast a couple of text, reminding him to eat or ask if he’s home already but his notifications came up blank.
He checked the time on his watch and on his phone, checking to see if it was right. It was 9pm, she should be at home by now.
So he called, she didn’t pick up. He was starting to get worried.
He walked to his office and every room in his apartment to see if she was there, it wouldn’t be the first time that she gets here before him and he’ll find her sleeping soundly on his bed.
But the apartment was empty, he was the only one there.
Sitting on his bed, he dialed her number again. From the corner of his eye he noticed something.
It definitely wasn’t there before he went to work.
With careful hands he picked it up, he knew what it meant but he also had a lot of questions.
This time instead of calling her he decided to just go out and look for her.
His worries increasing by a hundredfold. If this was something she wanted to say to him but didn’t, and now she’s not answering her phone it definitely worried him.It was pretty late too.
He quickly drove to her place, knocking a couple of times on the door but no one answered. He had a key so he let himself in, quickly entering the place and checking if she was anywhere in there.
She wasn’t.
He has never felt scared like this in his whole life.
He slowly walked to the closet, silently praying for her clothes to still be there. A little sign that she haven’t completely ran away from him. The moment he opened the closet door and saw that all of her stuff was still there, Jaehyun let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Leaning on the door for support, he heard the front door open. Taking quick steps to see if it was her.
And there she was, standing by the door holding a banana milk in her hands looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Jae... what are you...I...” she can’t seem to find the words, she took a long walk after going to his place in hopes to find a good explanation or maybe just to give herself some time to think
“Where were you? Are you okay?” he asked, walking to where she was standing then hugging her close to his chest.
“I just went for a walk” she mumbled
“Were you at the apartment?” he asked, he felt her freeze in his arms.
She stepped out of his embrace, finding it difficult to meet the eyes of her fiance. “Yes”
“You want to tell me or...” he said, taking the test out of his pocket and showing it her
She looked at it intently before her eyes began to water
“Are you mad at me?” her question broke his heart, he knew what she meant. They haven’t been okay in a while, he admit he’s been doing a bad job at being her fiance but it wasn’t intentional. It’s just he’s been these past few weeks.
“No, I just thought you left”
“I should be the one worrying about that” she finally set the drink she was holding on the counter before walking in the direction of the bathroom, Jaehyun following close behind.
She took out the three tests, all saying positive.
She turned to face Jaehyun whose eyes are focused on her, “I’m pregnant”
“I- I’m confused I’m not sure what to do, I don’t know if I’m going to be a good mother or not. I don’t know if you’re mad at me. But I know I’m keeping this baby”
He didn’t know he could love more than he already did.
“Okay” he said
“Okay? what? Okay what?” she asked
“We’ll do this together, you don’t have to scared. I got you, baby. I’m not leaving you” as he said those words he walked closer to her, taking her hands in his. The feeling of the metal band around her fingers intertwined with his.
“You’re not mad at me?” she asked, her voice shaking as the tears fall from her eyes
“No, why would I be mad at you? Please stop crying, baby. I’m here”
“Jaehyun” she called from outside his office, it was the middle of the day but they’ve both been home for the past week.
Y/N was a week past her due date, the baby still not here. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone so he decided to just work from home.
“Jaehyun!” she called louder catching the other one’s attention
“Yes?” he called out then made his way to their now shared bedroom
“I think the baby’s coming” she said calmly, she was just sitting on the bed and looking at him
“Like right now?” he asked
“Yes”
“Okay okay, let’s stay calm. We’ve already packed the bags, where are the bags?”
“By the door”
“Right, I need to get the car seat”
“It’s already in your car”
“Keys, wallet, phone”
“On the counter”
“Just stay calm, baby. You’ll be fine” he told her, she just looked at her fiance walking in and out of the room. Clearly he was the one panicking
“What clothes do you want to wear? How about my sweatpants, that’s more comfortable right?”
“Jae”
“Which hoodie do you want?”
“Jaehyun”
“I should call my mom or Mark or Johnny, who do I need to call-”
“JUNG YOON OH” this time she got his attention
“Breath, I’m okay. You’re the one panicking. Now, can you pass me those sweats”
After getting dressed, they finally made their way to the hospital
“No, Mark I’m okay. You don’t- Okay fine but please tell Lucas to drive safe. Yes. Hi, Hyuck” she said while talking to her younger brother over the phone
“We’re here” Jaehyun said as he park the car. The next time they drive, there will be three of them in this car.
“Okay, we’re here. See you. Love you too, you big baby” with one finally goodbye she ended the call
“Ready?” she asked him
“I should be the one asking you that” Jaehyun mumbled as they walk in the hospital. One arm around her while the other carry the stuff they will need later.
A few hours later and several pushes later, a little baby girl was born.
The little one cuddled on top Y/N chest, Jaehyun was in awe of everything but mostly because of his fiance.
He looked at their daughter with so much love he didn’t know he could give.
“Want to hold her?”
“I don’t- I don’t want to hurt her or something”
“Jae, come here” she said then passed the baby to him. He’s wondering how his heart hasn’t popped yet.
Tears started to fall from his eyes again, looking over at his fiance with smile he whispered
“Thank you”
#jung jaehyun#jung yoon oh#jaehyun imagine#jaehyun dad#jaehyun au#jaehyun imagine au#jaehyun au scenario#nct one shot#nct 127 imagine#nct imagine#nct scenario#nct au#nct au imagine#nct 127 scenario#nct 127 au#nct fluff#jaehyun fluff#jaehyun boyfriend
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999 tickles
Hi. Did y'all miss me?
(this is a tickle fic, if you don't feel comfortable pls scroll thank you ❤️)
It's like everyday I forget I have a girlfriend.
It was a bland Tuesday. Nothing happened, I have loads of homework, and people were just pissing me off today. But at least it was going to end soon. 6th period seemed boring today even though I usually am wide awake in that class. But today I was bored...and surprisedly tickle deprived. I had butterflies in my tummy thinking about Chaehyun and imagining her hands hugging me but soon tickling me. Chaehyun has always known about my ticklish secret since I openly admitted it to her accidentally on the first day of school. I don't know why but...I worry that Chaehyun wouldn't like that type of lifestyle. Tickling to some people meant as easily as just tickling them two times a day and it's over with but I wanted more. I wanted the experience of waking up in the morning and finding out I'm gonna be tickled or texts about being tickled or even playing tickle monster. But in my mind I didn't want to push it on her. Chaehyun knows nothing about tickling while I know too much. I don't know...I want tickles but I should keep it calm and comfortable. While walking to the park to see Chaehyun I rehearse the question I'm going to ask Chaehyun. I was so nervous because this is the first time I asked Chaehyun for tickles. I was already panicking because it's tickling but also trying to structure it so it doesn't sound to odd. Then I don't know if people are going to be there so they may over hear me and hardcore judge me. So many thoughts were running thru my mind over a simple question. I went to the park and there was no one there besides Chaehyun doing her homework with her earbuds plugged in. By the time I wanted to ask her my voice went short. So I thought since I couldn't say it verbally I could put it in a text. Putting it in a text is earlier but suspense of waiting is painful. Chaehyun soon got the text while she was writing and said her response verbally instead on online.
Chaehyun: Let's take a walk after I finish my homework. Ok?
Miren: Ok.
There was a couple walking their dog by us so that's why Chaehyun couldn't say the tword. But anyway, it was happening. Okay freaking out again. I never thought I was making it this far. I was fearing for the worst which was her saying she was busy. I waited, watching Chaehyun focus on her assignment to distract the major butterflies I had. Then she closed her binder and threw some candy wrappers away. Her earbuds were going back into her backpack along with the binder decorated with photos we took together. She took my hand but didn't tell me where we were going. It was a long trail to another park that no one knew the destination to. I've heard about the park but I thought it was prohibited because of the wildlife. But she said unless we make super loud noises then we won't disturb them. We sat down at a concrete table next to each other.
Chaehyun: Ready to get the tickling started?
Miren: I don't know...
She knew I was nervous and was helping the mood by already starting. My belly was being tickled but my nervousness was overbearing my tickles. I started laughing when Chaehyun went to my ears and neck. She was happy I stopped over reacting over some tickles. Since I was more loose and not being stressed she now was able to tickle my tummy. Her hand was on my stomach, squeezing it all over slowly to find which spot had the best reaction. My whole tummy was ticklish and every squeeze was just another jolt in my body. My body was laying on the table seat, taking a small break from the tickles. It was a intense, but Chaehyun asked on why I was tired if we just started. She got closer with her hands to my sides, raking them with each time getting closer to my poor ribs. I was laughing, yes I was suffering. Plus I was trying so hard to not put my arms down or else my hands would have to be pinned up. Even though Chaehyun has only tickled me once I fear her realizing that at times I can be bratty. She stopped after a few minutes of tickling. She smiled at me and helped me up. I was wondering if she was done or I was just getting another break. I was thinking about playing a tickle game, although I needed to make one up. So when Chaehyun was admiring nature I thought of a game we should do. It should require a lot of money, tickles, and teases. Then I did think of something and patted on Chaehyun's head.
Miren: If you don't catch me in 3 minutes you can tickle me however you want.
Chaehyun: Okay. But your doing your homework while I tickle you.
She almost caught me the second she said that. I said almost because my speed catched up to me. I was now running around the park with Chaehyun chasing after me. I was doing good but I was slowing down and Chaehyun tackled me to the ground. I didn't actually think she would set a time until she said I had a minute left. We went to the table so I can complete my homework with Chaehyun distracting me with tickles. With her poking me so much it was hard to complete a sentence on my worksheet. She poked me everywhere but did little pinches on my sides. Then she hugged me and tried to baby me all because I was ticklish. She let me focus but it was kinda hard with her fingers close to my ticklish midsection. I felt like in any movement a tickle explosion might happen. With my homework completed with Chaehyun's help I can now be tickled more. Chaehyun wanted to go thru all my ticklish spots since she knew I was lying when I said I was only ticklish on my stomach. I wasn't lying, she asked which spot was the most ticklish instead of asking where are all my ticklish spots. I feared her asking that because I never want her to know how ticklish my armpits are. To avoid the question I tickled her...and now she's pissed. Let's just say...I'm doomed now. Well it's Chaehyun, she couldn't possibly act like that.
Chaehyun: Come here! Come here so I can tickle you!
Miren: Chaehyun no I was just kidding-
Her reasoning of a joke means I should get my armpits tickled. But seeing that I was blocking it too much my stomach went back to being tickled. I was laughing so much I thought my throat was going to hurt. With our hour of tickling we decided that we probably needed to go home. I was exhausted from the extensive tickling I got from Chaehyun. I might've been tired but Chaehyun was begging we do one last thing before leaving. This is the first I've seen her excited. Lots of times once I say I'm tired she already has her stuff packed. I might as well take advantage of us having the same interest. Plus it was cute seeing how desperate she was. She kept saying one more or that we'll only do it for five minutes if we continue. I told her okay but only if she made up a game. Her game was if I can make it a minute with my belly being tickled then my armpits won't be tickled. At this point she was being bratty without knowing it.
Chaehyun: Also you have to close your eyes.
Miren: No fair!
But I can't be mad at her since I said it was her job to make up the game. I closed my eyes with Chaehyun counting backwards from ten. Once she got to one I felt a gush of wind by my stomach and tiny fingers going over my tummy. Damn it, she was doing tickles under my shirt which was going to tickle more. I thought I could tolerate it but I ended up laughing after 30 seconds. Again, I was about to get mad at Chaehyun but she followed the rules fair and square. It was hard to accept defeat but seeing how happy Chaehyun was I learned to accept it. My arms were lifted up but Chaehyun insisted I lifted them higher. I took one deep breath before starting but Chaehyun decided to start mid inhale. I couldn't even put my arms up, they were so dedicated to block Chaehyun's tickles. They were light tickles which was surprising because I reacted like she was hammering through my pits. I was on the bench laying again with Chaehyun on top tickling my death spot. I thought a stop would make me get off her but she wanted me to say how much of a lee. I said it, screaming because I wanted the tickling to stop.
Chaehyun: Who's lee are you?
Miren: I'm yours! I'm yours! Now get off me!
Even though I was dying I was still happy. Not really because Chaehyun liked it but because I was the reason as to why she likes it so much. She was so entertained with tickling me that she didn't care about judging me.
#kpop tickle#chaehyun#thanks for enjoying this ig#watch girls planet and vote for chaehyun#and yurina#and cai bing#vote for suyeon too
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There's No One There (Group Fic) - Marmalade
Summary: One student missing multiple classes without warning can be explained away but when more girls start disappearing, it can’t be dismissed. Jaida, Jackie, Gigi, and Crystal may not be friends but if it’s to figure out what’s going on, they’re willing to work together.
A/N: I don’t really have much of a note so here’s a fun fact instead. I actually started writing another fic with these ladies + Heidi and I was writing it and writing it thinking “I’m doing so much, the absolute most” and it’s been in the works since mm One Woman Show episode on top of me thinking about it since the season started. For this fic, I came up with the concept less than two weeks ago and posted the first chapter after like 3 days of writing it. For comparison, this fic is currently 23 pages long, the other one is just 6. Inspiration is a wild thing.
Saturday had required the utmost of stealth. Gigi didn’t need anyone to see her on the bus and ask her how she planned to spend her day, she didn’t need anyone to see her slip away from the unloading bus and made herself scarce for the next few hours. She wore a scarf over her head and sunglasses that not only helped hide her identity but looked cute, she folded the paper bag she had received several times over and stashed it deep into her backpack, slipping back onto the bus at the end of the day with no one the wiser.
Everything was going off without a hitch until she tried to return to her dorm and Crystal had spotted her and flagged her down. Crystal’s hands were tightly gripping her hair as she attempted to fill in Gigi on what she had missed but between Crystal’s crying and natural proclivity for jumbling her words, Gigi could barely make out what she was saying. Something happened to Widow, Gigi kept hearing her name, and it didn’t take a genius to realize that it was not something good.
Jackie and Jaida arrived a few minutes later, the former of whom had already heard all this when they road back to school on the bus and went to find Jaida as soon as they set foot on the ground. Out of convivence, they piled into Gigi’s dorm and shut the door before Crystal’s tears attracted unwanted attention.
“-She told me something was going on and to meet her but she never showed up! I went to her dorm and her roommate said she wasn’t there either! What if someone was blackmailing her or something?!”
“Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” Jackie tried to interject some levity into the situation, she looked to Jaida for her input but Jaida’s mind was still tangled over what happened in the library.
“Child, a coincidence that happens three times, one after another?” Jaida’s tone is fast as she thought out loud. “Nicky acts weird, she goes missing. Jan starts acting strange, she goes missing. Widow clearly had something going on and the minute she decides to spill what it is, she goes missing now. Think if we go to the headmaster, he’ll give us some story about how Widow’s parents had some emergency that couldn’t wait one week for spring break or give her any time to say goodbye?”
“You… you think the he-principal made that up?” While Jaida was speaking as fast as she could, Gigi spoke very slowly, piecing her sentence together by the word.
“Yeah, Jaida, that’s a big accusation.”
“Okay, bitch, this is gonna sound a little bit crazy but when I was in the library today there was this one bitch there who was acting weird and when I say weird I mean she wasn’t paying attention to the world at all, all she could do was write in her book like her life depended on it. Then, later on, she freaks out for no reason and starts destroying some old books. Widow said she thought the school was driving people crazy, I’m starting to think she wasn’t just saying that to be dramatic, clearly she knew something we don’t.”
“Are you hearing yourself right now? What’th more likely? People dropping out of school or what? What’th even your theory, that they’re being kidnapped and experimented on and- and the school’th involved?”
Jaida gave Gigi the side-eye from over her shoulder before turning to face her.
“I would have thought you’d be more suspicious; you were the first one to say something and you weren’t having it when the receptionist wasn’t telling us anything.”
“Yeah but then the principal told us what happened himthelf and I started to wonder if maybe me and Nicky just weren’t as close as I thought we were.”
“…Maybe the school doesn’t want the disappearances to get out?” Jackie had been deep in thought after Jaida suggested that the school was involved. It was a jump she didn’t want to make but more than anything Jackie wanted to make sense of what was going on. “This school’s reputation is insane, I’m pretty sure it’s almost entirely funded by investors who want to hire girls who just graduated. If a scandal broke then all the investors would pull out. If they kept the disappearances secret then they could have detectives investigate in secrecy and avoid getting front page on the news. So many the school isn’t responsible per se but the faculty is telling us whatever it takes to get us to leave everything alone.” Jackie wasn’t sure if she believed herself as she spoke but the more detail she added, the more it sounded realistic- or the more she wanted that to be the case.
“And if they are? What do we do about it?”
“If Widow knew something, maybe she had evidence or a note or something. If we can find anything substantial, we could go to the police ourselves.”
Gigi folded her arms but the looks Jackie and Jaida gave her made her huff and throw them to her sides. “Okay, fine! Crystal, what do you think?”
Crystal had remained quiet throughout most of the conversation. The other girls hadn’t even noticed when her quiet crying had become a quiet stare at the wall ahead of her. She had no visible reaction when Gigi said her name, prompting Jackie to shake her on the shoulder which thankfully managed to snap her to attention.
“Que? Huh, what are we talking about?”
“You weren’t listening?”
“I must of zoned out!” Crystal squeaked meekly. “I’m sorry!”
“We’re going to search Widow’s dorm to find evidence to take to the police.” Jaida explained with her hands on her hips. “We ought to put you on note duty to keep you on track.”
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The phrase “Hi there, our friend is missing and we want to check your shared dorm on the suspicion that there might be a clue” was something that not even Jaida had the gumption to say to Widow’s roommate. The four of them had resolved to waiting until the next day, forgoing the bus ride into town as they waited for the roommate to head out herself.
For as much as the hall monitors were sticklers about not letting girls dawdle in the dorm hall during class hours, they were far laxer out borrowing keys than they should have been. All it took Jaida was walking into their office and saying with reasonable confidence that she accidentally left her key in the pocket of the blazer she just put in the wash. The monitor just nodded and let her borrow a spare, never going to verify that the key she took was actually for her dorm. In fact when Jaida rejoined the other girls with wide eyes of disbelief they almost mistook it for her getting caught until she reveal the key in her palm.
The hall was empty and the doors didn’t have any names on them, so of the rare passerby that might see them it was far easier to think nothing of it, but that didn’t stop the girls from feeling some sense of secrecy and looking over their shoulders. All they did was put the spare key into the door and still they felt like they were in a spy movie. As soon as the door opened the four rushed in and closed the door behind them.
“God, why is Widow’s room so cold?” Gigi rubbed her hands along her arms, her blazer suddenly feeling not nearly warm enough.
“It feels fine?” Jackie glanced at Jaida and Crystal who both seemed to agree with Gigi.
“I’m sorry we can’t all be Canadian like you, Jackie. Let’s just get this over with.”
Nothing about Widow’s side of the dorm seemed like an obvious clue. No blood or conspiracy theory boards. Crystal walked over to her desk, inspecting the stack of large books that sat on top of it, immediately realizing that they weren’t there the last time she had hung out with Widow in her dorm.
“Are these yearbooks?” The other three grouped up to peer over her shoulder and as soon as she caught a glace, Jaida reached out to take on into her hands.
“I was looking for these yesterday! But, like, what’s Widow doing with so many of them?” Wordlessly, they each took a book to feather through the pages. They were of different years, some decades apart, with several pages missing a picture that they were certain had been there before.
Gigi was the first to snap her book closed and toss it down on the desk. “Three girlth gone, a freak out in the library, and now a lack of pictureth. Figured it all out yet?”
“But did Widow take the pictures or did someone else? And what’s the correlation between the missing pictures?” Jackie put her book down and looked around, her eyes falling down on the backpack resting by the post of the bed, all zipped up and poised to be easily grabbed on the way out. Jackie dropped down to her knees and began to unzip the bag.
“Wait- you’re going through Widow’s stuff now?” Crystal cried.
Jackie paused and looked over her shoulder at her. “…We already broke into her dorm, why are you drawing the line in the sand now?” Crystal stammered before broadly gesturing to Jackie to continue. Among the more normal items in the bag there was a folder, that in itself was not strange as it looked like it was pulled from a normal binder, however its contents were far mor eyebrow raising.
Jackie over turned it and out spilled a pile of yellowed old photos, a brief inspection confirming that they were the photos missing from the albums. The majority of the pictures were of athletic events or class photos taken outside. The activities were different, some of the pictures were of student’s others were of staff, none of them were even from the same year, and a few of them were of students in classrooms.
They had elected to grab the photos and run before they could even chance being caught by the roommate. After putting everything, save for the photos, back where they found them, they had retreated to Jaida’s dorm to pour over them in the search for a pattern. The effort was more frustrating than anything and it took a bit of strong arming to get Jackie to put down the photos long enough to go get lunch. After an hour long break where they mutually agreed not to mention anything about the photos or mysteries for their own sanity, they returned to the dorm fresh faced.
“Where even is this field?” Gigi asked nonchalantly when they returned, Crystal took the photo from her and held it close to her face.
“Um, just out by some shed I think?”
“What shed? The only sports shed it connected to the gym, we don’t have a free standing one.”
“The pictures are pretty old,” Jaida added. “I think the campus downsized their field a couple of decades ago because no one was using them-” Jaida cut herself off with wide eyes. “Wait. Wait- okay, wait.” She bolted up and grabbed the photos out of the other girls’ hands, sifting through them before laying them one by one. “Shed, shed, shed. All of the ones outside have this same old shed in it.” She picked up one of the photos that was taken in a classroom, a girl holding up a banner she painted for some dance that was one of the more modern photos, Jaida wasn’t interested in that- her eyes were on the large window behind the girl. “Yes bitch! Okay, look at that!” She slammed the photo down and pointed to a white spot among the discolored green trees. “There’s the shed again.”
“…And we’re crazy about an old sports shed because?”
“Because- last I heard from Jan, she was going to go for a walk outside. The headmaster said she was caught trying to leave campus, whether that’s true or not, like, maybe this was where Jan was trying to go. If the campus downsized then the shed would be out in the woods by now.”
“The grounds are so different now, we have no idea how deep into the woods it is or even what direction it is.”
“No but!- if we find what classroom this photo was taken from then, child, we got our direction.”
#rpdr fanfiction#jackie cox#gigi goode#jaida essence hall#crystal methyd#high school au#group fic#mystery#there's no one there#marmalade#concrit welcome#submission#s12
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Cherry Vinyls
The soft stream of music flowing through the house was very relaxing. It made Roman's shoulders relax as he took feather light steps across the living room to his bedroom and walked over to his record player. He fingered through some albums as the stylus scratched lightly to indicate it was done. The vinyl was gently slipped back into it's sleeve and Roman maneuvered to place another one on the turntable. He gently placed down the stylus and turned the knob to put up the volume.
Paul Anka slowly filled the space and he sighed. His body did a little sway, then he did a tiny twirl before he collapsed on his bed. Roman had the house to himself, as his uncle and brother were out buying groceries. His eyes wandered from his sketchbook and back to the record player.
"Put your head on my shoulder.."
His mother's favorite. The record player belonged to his mother, and they would dance around the old house for hours. Listening to The Beatles, Elvis, they even owned some Disney vinyls. Roman smiled at the memories, he even chuckled at the memory where he was spinning Remus and accidentally let go, causing him to run into the corner of a wall and now he had a scar on his temple. He looked over at his desk, the picture of his mother and the twins at a bookstore/record shop. They were searching for a specific album, the one Roman was playing right now. The picture showed the two twins hunched over a box of sleeves, while their mother is searching another box next to them. Remus had found the album.
Roman smiled shyly, his eyes focused on his mother's kind smile. She was gorgeous. Her hair was wavy, and a nice golden brown. Her skin was tan, and her eyes were breathtaking. They were a rich forest green with specks of gold. She had freckles everywhere. Roman and Remus were her spitting image, and they were happy about it. Remus' eyes were more of a lime green, though.
He jumped a bit when he heard a 'ping' against his window. Roman raised a brow, but continued his sketch. Another 'ping', then another. Roman groaned as he got up and walked over to his window, looking through the glass. He slid his window up and looked out.
"Took you long enough!" Virgil yelled, huffing. Roman snickered at how annoyed Virgil seemed.
"Y'know the doorbell works, right? One day you're gonna shatter the window." Roman said, leaning on his elbow to hold his cheek. "Why are you here, anyways? Aren't you supposed to be with Logan?" Virgil shoved his hands into his pockets.
"I was walking by, thought I'd say hi. Your brother around?" Roman yelled back no.
"Oh, then when he comes back tell him I said hi and-," Virgil flipped off Roman. "Tell him I did this to," He stated, pointing at his hand. Roman giggled at Virgil's odd relationship with his brother, but nodded nonetheless.
"Will do. I'll see you, Virge."
"See ya, Princey." Virgil winked and ran down the sidewalk, turning the corner and out of Roman's sight. He must've been running late because they could talk for hours like that. They've been best friends since third grade, and they've always enjoyed each other's company. Even though they're quite opposite. He took in the scent of pollen, and shut his window. Stupid allergies.
The stylus scratched against the record and Roman walked over to replace the record with a different one. He flipped through the box of sleeves as he heard the sound of more rocks being thrown against his window. He glanced over his shoulder to see the pebbles striking his window.
"I swear he's gonna break my damn window.." Roman walked over and slid his window open. When he ducked his head out, his eyes widened.
"Ethan?" Roman whispered as he looked out over the boy facing his window.
Ethan gave Roman a tiny wave. "Ro! Sorry for just showing up, and the whole rock and window thing, but I need your help with something. Can I come inside?" He called out. Roman took notice of the guitar strap around Ethan's chest and torso, also his school bag. His cheeks heated at the thought of Ethan in his room and playing the guitar.
"Make yourself comfortable. Sorry, I didn't expect any guest.." Roman mumbled as he picked up some wadded pieces of paper around his room.
"Well I'm sorry for showing up unexpectedly, I just knew you would be able to help me with something." Ethan smiled as he rummaged through his backpack. Roman continued to clean as much as he can as Ethan pulled out his music binder. "Remus says you play guitar?"
"Amongst other things, yes." Roman said as he sat down on his bed, legs crossed. "You need help with your guitar?"
"Not really, I just need your ears to get a second opinion on a 'song' I made. It isn't much. Do you mind?" He pointed towards the bed. Roman nodded.
Ethan took a seat on the bed, legs hanging over as the guitar rested on his thighs. He took in a deep breath, and relaxed his shoulders. "Just.. be honest with me? But like, not to honest, I'm sensitive." Roman giggled at his comment. Ethan's cheeks heated up at the beautiful sound. He stared at Roman's rosy cheeks, and his dust of freckles. He gulped as he quickly looked down to check his fingerings.
"Got it, Ethan." Roman winked after he stopped giggling. He scooted closer to where they were five inches apart and ushered for him to go.
Some chords were picked softly in a continuous pattern, the same four notes being played. Then it jumped into a nice rift, and Roman's eyes fluttered shut. He swayed softly as it jumped back into the four notes, and he felt relaxed.
Then it all stopped. He opened his eyes to see Ethan staring at him with questioning eyes. "What do you think? Is it too.. bland? Should I add more... 'flare', as you like to say?" He asked. He noticed the hint of insecurity in Ethan's voice, and placed his hand over his.
"I think it's just wonderful." Roman smiled, giving the other's hand a nice squeeze. Ethan's cheeks heated, and he quickly averted his gaze down towards Roman's fluffy white carpet. "Have anything else to play for me?"
"Um, no. Sorry, I'm new to this." Ethan mumbled as he slipped off the guitar strap. "That's all I have for now."
"For now?" He snickered. "Well, I can't wait for another private concert," Roman winked. Ethan smiled shyly.
"Well, I can't wait to perform for you." Ethan mumbled.
Roman smiled as he lead Ethan onto his feet. The boy's eyes widened as he was pulled over to the record player. Roman dropped his hand to flip through the box of sleeves, pulling out a specific sleeve. The vinyl was pulled out and placed onto the turntable, the stylus lowering slowly.
"May I?" Roman held out a hand, Ethan staring at it with a flushed face. The intense blush made his birthmark pop. Yet, nonetheless, he slowly extended his hand towards Roman.
His hand fell into Roman's, his other hand went on Roman's shoulder, while the other boy's hand went onto Ethan's waist. "Just don't step on my toes please? I don't have any shoes on." Roman chuckled.
"Uh, yeah, okay." Ethan muttered under his breath as Roman started to lead them off. The music filled the room, yet it wasn't loud enough to stop Ethan from hearing his own heartbeat.
"Are you a fan of Patience and Prudence? I can listen to their music for hours.." Roman sighed happily.
Ethan kept his lips sealed in fear he would spill something he didn't want to come out. He settled for a nod instead. They continued to dance for another minute or two, and Ethan's heart settled.
"My honey, I know.."
"Wow, you're a natural at dancing. Maybe one day you can be my partner on stage, wouldn't that be a sight." Roman chuckled as he sent Ethan into a twirl, pulling him flush against his body. The boy stared up into Roman's eyes with such passion, and Roman had no clue. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful as they continued to sway.
"But tonight.."
Ethan got onto his tippy toes and leaned forward.
"You belong.. to me-"
Roman gasped at Ethan's lips against his.
"Just to lil old me.."
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#my writing#roceit#roman sanders#deceit sanders#sympathetic deceit#sanders sides#sanders sides fic#thomas sanders
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Can you imagine? If we’d had this? Chapter 3, AO3 link in reblog
When Martin eventually woke up, the first thing he saw was Jon.
Specifically, Jon being restrained by a grinning Tim who had locked his legs with his own, one arm restraining his arms, and his other hand covering Jon's mouth.
"What?" Martin’s voice was soft and clouded with tiredness, and for a moment he wondered if he was still asleep.
"Martin!" Tim’s voice was loud and cheerful, far too much for someone who’s just woken up, so it was only with slight guilt that Martin snickered when Jon wriggled himself enough to elbow Tim in the gut, "-ow!"
Jon used Tim’s pain to wriggle out of his grasp, almost scrambling over Martin to get away from his captor.
Martin's sleepy brain refused to process any of it, "what?" he repeated.
"Timothy thinks it is appropriate to not get out of bed until all members are awake," Jon spoke, haughtily, as he started out of the bedroom.
"Sash-" Martin is cut off by her voice and a hand being raised from behind Tim.
"Here," she says, simply. When Martin leant up to see her, she was lying on her back on her phone, and looked like she’d been awake for a while.
"It is absolutely illegal to leave a cuddle pile when people in it are still sleeping, it's the law Martin."
Martin just blinked at him, "okay." He’s not gonna understand Tim anytime soon.
Instead, he rolled over, and with a yawn started to get up. He was still as wrapped up in the duvet as he could possibly be, he managed to stumble to his feet and drag it along with him.
"There’s a binder on the sofa, and your clothes should be in the dryer with Jon's," Tim called after him, "providing he hasn't tried to steal them!"
-
"Breakfast is served!" Tim called out as he placed bowls of coco pops in front of his friends, he received nothing but contempt for his altruism.
"It's almost 2pm, Timothy," Jon said, staring at the bowl.
"Breakfast is a state of mind, Jonathy."
Jon sighed, and just picked up his spoon, pushing the cereal around in the bowl.
"So," Sasha spoke between bites, "Martin, you should make a list of things you need from your flat so Jon and I don't just end up bringing back anything that looks interesting," she teased with a gentle smile.
Martin flushed slightly at the thought of what she would find interesting, despite knowing he has nothing that anyone ever could consider interesting, "it- it's mostly just clothes I’d need-"
Tim cuts him off, “what about you-”
Sasha slapped a hand to his mouth, probably accidentally slapping his spoon onto the table at the same time, ignoring Tim’s heartbroken expression as he looked at his spilled cereal, "Still though, if you want any specific clothes, ah! You can nick Tim's phone to text us!"
"Hey! Jonathy!" Tim exclaimed dramatically, immediately abandoning his spoon "you can't let them do this!
Jon sighed, "I'm afraid it's out of my hands," he held out his hand to Tim, and in a deadpan voice said, "give me your phone."
Tim gasped, eyes wide, "I trusted you!"
"You only have yourself to blame for that," Jon said, still straight faced, though there was a glint of humour in his eyes.
Martin watched the exchange with a strange feeling in his chest, and a small smile on his face.
Sasha caught his eyes and grinned in a manner he wasn't quite sure he liked, it was one of those grins that promised teasing in the future, and then she rolled her eyes and stood up, collecting Tim's empty bowl to put in the sink along with her own.
Jon took this as his cue to put down his own spoon, leaving his conversation with Tim abruptly to place his nearly full bowl next to the sink, "Martin, message us if you want specific items, otherwise we'll just retrieve clothing," he moved from the kitchen, retrieving his shoes.
"I'll make him get something to eat at a café," Sasha said quietly, then raising her voice, "Jon, you gonna put your binder on?"
"It's still wet," he frowned, looking down at his chest, "I may need to borrow a jacket to stop people from screaming ‘think of the children’ again."
"Y- you can borrow my hoody!" Martin offered, proud that his voice only got slightly higher by the end of it.
Jon made a vague noise of affirmation while Martin completely ignored the two vultures grinning at him.
-
Watching Jon leave the flat wearing the hoody that was far too big for him made that feeling in his chest even more… feelingly.
He’ll work out what it means later.
When Tim isn’t hovering over him, grinning like a hungry wolf.
Slowly advancing on him.
Martin made the bad decision to look at him.
“Oh Jon! Wear my clothes to protect your frail body Jon!” Tim, with what he would call affection, mocked.
“He was literally wearing one of your t-shirts as a nightgown!”
“It’s okay Martin,” Tim spoke as though trying to create a peaceful middle ground, “I know your taste in men is debatable at best-”
“Just because I didn’t think Ryan was hot doesn’t mean-”
“- but really, Jon?”
Martin’s face seemed to be in an almost permanent state of being flushed now, “I don’t- I don’t like him like that! He- he- he’s an arsehole and I- I-” Tim only grinned as Martin’s protests stammered out to nothing, “look- I- I just- h- he-”
Tim’s grin grew, so Martin just gently slapped him away as he stood with his nearly empty bowl. Standing next to the sink, Martin drained the milk into the sink, and scraped the last of the cereal from his and Jon's bowls into the little food waste bin.
He knew Tim was staring at him.
He started washing the bowls.
Tim was behind him.
Martin wasn’t good with pressure.
"Maybe!"
Tim draped himself over Martin's shoulders with a victorious noise, "I'll take a maybe!"
Martin sighed and closed his eyes, trying to force down the heat in his cheeks, "I- I just-" Tim was effectively just hugging Martin from behind with his chin resting on the top of Martin's head, which didn't help his blushing. Though he did appreciate the small vestige of comfort it gave him in these traumatizing times of realising that he has a crush on his boss. Shit. Even admitting it in his head made him feel fuzzy and warm and- and kinda scared. He's just gonna shove that down for now.
Maybe forever.
"You just think he's an arsehole?"
"Well, y- yeah! He- he's always cruel about me and- and what I can or can't do and-"
Tim let out a soft sigh, the exhale ruffling Martin's soft curls, "he- something you should understand with Jon is that he's used to arseholes, Sasha and I are arseholes, that's why we're friends," Martin was just making confused noises, eyebrows furrowed, "Jon only knows snark and sarcasm, me and Sash are fluent in them, but you're always nice and making him tea, and he doesn't know how to deal with it."
"So he's- trying to be… friendly?"
"Ehhhh- no. He's being a dick."
Martin held on to the edge of the sink, watching the milky water drain, "you're really giving me mixed messages here Tim."
He lets out a small huff into Martin’s hair, "Jon doesn't know how to deal with you, so he's acting out. His thoughts are that if he makes you not want to deal with him, then he doesn't have to try and figure out how to interact with you, yeah?"
"Oh," Martin couldn't lie to himself, but that did kinda feel like a knife to the heart, the fact that Jon apparently didn’t care enough to try and understand Martin, that he’d rather Martin hate him, "he was just… so kind yesterday, wh- when I went to the Institute, and- and I just- he was adamant that I stay safe and he looked after me and-"
Tim squeezed him a little tighter, and Martin tried not to sink into the comfort, "to be fair, I do think it's changed a bit now," Martin made another small noise of confusion, "Sash and me have worn him down a bit, so he's at least a bit friendlier now, and after last night he can't really go back to making things up about your work ethic when Sash and I literally have pictures of him snuggling you."
"What?!" Martin's voice was so high, it managed to reach a level that Tim didn’t think was humanly possible to reach.
But still, he snickered, and removed an arm from the hug to pull out his phone, swiping to his photos to show Martin.
Now Tim was sure the noises Martin was making weren’t human. Nor was the heat he was radiating. The temptation to just fluster him more by calling him hot in reference to the heat was high, but Tim likes to pretend he’s better than that. For now.
Martin was mortified, Jon was so cute.
Tim scrolled through the photos slowly, picture after picture with different angles of Jon curled up into a small ball up against Martin,with Martin’s face buried in Jon’s hair and one arm freed from his duvet cocoon to wrap around the smaller man. Some of the photos had Tim or Sasha, or both, cameoing around them, making faces or gestures and just generally looking far too pleased with themselves.
And then Tim swiped to the last photo, and Martin felt his gay ol’ soul ascending. It was a close-up of Jon’s face, or what could be seen of it; he was pressed against Martin so only half of it could be seen, and his expression is so soft, a small smile making him look younger and peaceful. Martin’s nose was buried in his hair and he could just about see his own small smile, and his arm was tucked around Jon, keeping him close.
Tim moved his phone away, and stumbled slightly as Martin groaned loudly and leant into the sink. Tim still had something to say, though, and by god was he gonna say it, “I think you should use the last one as your photo for your wedding invitations.”
The strangled noise Martin made was worth the impromptu water fight that he started by turning the sink on and flinging water at him.
Tim may have ended up the most soaked, but he still considered himself slightly the winner because Martin felt too bad about leaving the mess to not clean it up while Tim changed, despite telling him he didn’t have to. Tim wasn’t looking forward to cleaning it up but that didn’t mean he was going to make Martin clean it, it just meant it didn’t matter as much when Martin did clean it behind his back.
Next time though, Martin would be the soaked one while Tim cleaned up.
Only fair.
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On the eve of HS2, I felt I needed to reflect and write a diary entry of sorts, an ode to where I was and where I am now, a musing on how HS1 ushered in a whole new world for me. This is long and more personal than anything I’ve previously shared, but in honor of vulnerability and maybe helping someone else who’s struggling... here it is.
The most exposure 2015 me had to pop music was occasionally listening to ‘hits’ radio. My old art teacher in high school had blasted the classics of the 60s and 70s daily, so I knew those, albeit not the names, but the music, the style, the melodic tropes and such. 2015 me didn’t have much time for pop music. I was getting a fancy degree in classical music from one of the best conservatories in the world, and I’d made it there after four years with a highly abusive teacher in undergrad who gave me horrible anxiety; by the end, whenever she would walk into a room, I would get chills and start shaking. She delighted in lying to me, in calling me out in front of my peers. Worse, I was arguably her highest-achieving student. The day I got into Juilliard she took me for “tea” to celebrate, where she proceeded to spend the whole time telling me how she had made this happen, how her connections got me to NY, how I should be grateful.
Entering the world of NYC and Juilliard I was an awestruck, anxious mess. Everything moved too fast, the school was overwhelming, my studio mates were famous already, some of them having won world-famous competitions and been on the cover of magazines. I was in the elite place, a place my working class roots had never prepared me for. My dad was a millwright. He went to work every day in steel-toed boots and overalls and often returned so filthy mom wouldn’t let him wash his clothes in the household washing machine. But I was nothing if not adaptable, and grateful, and charming, and I did my best. I worked hard. But my health kept deteriorating.
All through undergrad I’d been feeling progressively worse. I had horrible acne that I presumed was caused by stress, as I’d never suffered with it in high school. I was already an introvert, but body insecurity led me to hardly ever socialize. I would spent hours getting ready for things, never willing to show my bare face. But that wasn’t the worst; I’d developed what I now understand was an eating disorder, because no matter how much I exercised or dieted, I kept gaining weight, or rather, I lost all my baby fat but remained the same scale number. I kept telling my mother I was fat. I didn’t tell her that I hated the wind, that I hated running, because it made my stomach protrude and the whole world could see the extra pounds I carried. I never made an appointment with an OBGYN because I didn’t date much less have sex, and my mother had told me, well you don’t ever need to be seen until you do. I came to NYC well versed in wearing baggy sweaters and scarfs that hid my form. And for two years, as my breathing got worse and worse, as my energy levels dropped, as my skin hurt and itched, I pushed forwards. I remember practicing one day and my eyes going black. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe.
It was getting into an international competition that saved me. I got the news in early May of 2016; I jumped around my room and I started coughing, and the next day a hernia appeared above my belly button. I was only slightly worried, but I went to see the Juilliard doctor. She asked if I’d gained weight, she said even a couple pounds could do it. I was, as always, ashamed, red faced, embarrassed as she prodded around on my torso.
She said I’d need surgery. So I scheduled it in NYC for two days after my graduation. I played my recital, but with a binder around my abdomen. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t remember my memorized music. I nearly passed out. I stumbled on the sidewalk afterwards.
When I woke from the surgery I was in blinding pain, teeth chattering uncontrollably, in shock. I couldn't open my eyes, and every breath felt like knives slicing into my chest. I heard the nurses say, “We’ve given you three IVs of Percocet, do you want us to give you a forth?” I said no, thinking, ‘what if I die from an overdose?’ After two hours my mother came in search of me. It was supposed to be a day surgery. She demanded morphine. They sent me home on it, but two days later I’d thrown up twice and was back in the ER. A CT showed I had an ovarian cyst. The doctor said to me, “It’s 28 inches. It’s the size of a dinner plate.” I didn’t understand. They rushed me back for another surgery, and asked me to sign a paper saying I wouldn’t hold them responsible if I ended up paralyzed. I signed it. I joked with the nurses before they put me under. I was shaking with pain. I thought, if this is the end, I’ve had a good life. I’ll be with my doggy, my baby puppy. I’ve graduated from my dream school. I’ve gotten into an elite international competition. I’ll go out at the top of my game. It’s okay.
But then I woke up. Over the next year, I would wish countless times that I hadn’t. I could barely walk. I couldn’t lift things like a fork, or my computer. I couldn’t shower or cough or even shit. I couldn’t practice or sit upright for more than fifteen minutes. Pain became a constant. I started to wake up with night sweats, my forehead creased in subconscious pain. I would jump at every loud noise, my heart lurching like a ruined engine, and I couldn’t remember names of flowers. I fell into a massive depression over the next few months, made worse by the 2016 election; because of my infirmity I had moved back home with my Trump-voting parents. The bravest thing I did that fall was ‘come out’ as a liberal on Facebook. My parents pretended not to notice when I stayed up late that cold November night, huddled with a blanket on the couch, crying my eyes out.
The Christmas 2016 season is a blur. I know I half lived in memories, half in grief, but all in self-pitying misery. I remember reading a passing article about Jay, not knowing who it was, and I remember adding a lost mother to the list of things I cried about. How could the world be so cruel, so unfair? My days were filled with PT and sleep, immobility and exhaustion, and questions, questions like if I can’t do what I love, what I’ve spent years training for, what’s the point? What does it mean to be an artist when you can’t do your art? What is left of me that matters? Is the future only more pain? It would have been better to have died. It would have been better to have died.
Up until this point I had been unlucky in love. I could never find men attractive, though many friends pressured me to try, which of course had led to not good things. I’d been confronted a couple times about maybe being gay, but I’d shot this down immediately, my face bright red, my heart pounding. No, that’s not it, I’m just picky. Two girls in grad school had flirted with me; I’d accidentally gone on a date with one. I’d felt deeply, gut-wrenchingly uncomfortable about her. But how could I ever unpack all of that when just coming out as a liberal had given me anxiety for days...
The new year came and I had nothing to look forward to. I could see no happy future. I wasn’t really in my right mind. I would escape as best I could, perhaps in masochistic ways; I’d watch SNL for humorous liberal comfort, and Colbert to feel some spark of angry solidarity. And that’s how I stumbled on Harry. He got me with his puns, because I love those. For the first time in months, I was giggling about something, this charming boy with curls and dimples who had replaced the scream-speech of James Cordon. For once I didn’t turn the tv off after Colbert.
I began listening to Harry’s songs. As I had no reference for contemporary pop music, his old school rock album was familiar to me in a comforting way. I knew these sounds, these tropes, and yet they didn’t feel stale to me, they spoke to something I was feeling in the present. Because the album, in essence, was about pain, wasn’t it? Pain and escaping it. The lies we tell to survive, the dreams we cling to for hope, the drugs we use to forget. I’d never bought a pop album before, Harry was my first, and I listened to it for hours every day.
HS1 seeped into my blood, but I’d been on a hopeless, aimless track for so long that the railway tie hadn’t yet switched. One warm, sunny spring day I wrote a note, filled a bag with rocks, and walked to the old bike trail, out past the freeway, into the marshes and pools of abandoned swampy wasteland. FTDT played in my head on a loop as I walked, as my brain hummed with the equation of worth. Was it worth it to stay alive?
Yes. I threw the rocks. I threw them as far as my fragile arms would allow, and they splashed into the murky water. And I turned around and called my mom to come get me. Harry had made something that was beautiful, that was touching, that was real. And if he could... then maybe I could too. Maybe I didn’t have to be just what I’d been before. Maybe I could try creating other things; maybe I could make art that, like Harry’s music, made other people feel less alone.
There was something magical about that album. Not freedom, per se, but the promise of it, a glimpse of truth that kept me hanging on.
I began writing poems again, songs. I got into an orchestra program, I healed month by month, I started carrying crystals, I found this crazy fandom and, little by little, grew to understand that my yearning upon looking at baby larry videos was really a cry of sameness that I had never before understood. After the Pulse shooting, during my horrible homebound year, I’d watched Lin-Manuel Miranda give his love is love is love speech, and I’d burst into tears. And I’d not known why. Now I began to realize. I remember the first tentative anon I sent to Phoenix @alienfuckeronmain asking if maybe I was... bi? I remember anxiously awaiting her answer, as if I needed an invitation to join the community, to be valid, to have this not just be a crazy swelling of hope in my chest. She replied while I was wandering through a corn maze in the frigidness of October. The next day I walked into rehearsal and I felt free, free of the way boys looked at me, free of being FOR them, and I’d never felt so... alive. Coincidentally I met my ex girlfriend that day too.
Through Harry I found this fandom, and Louis. Louis, who has spoken to me on levels I cannot even express, whose class and political and emotional intelligence have challenged me to stand up for things I never thought I could. For me these last few years have felt like a journey WITH Harry. As he started waving them, I started wearing rainbows, just subtly. A knit scarf, a postcard, a bag. I started writing fic, the most healing thing I’ve ever done. I learned to create art away from the singular thing I’d been trained to dump my all into, and I learned that I have so much more to offer, even if chronic pain will follow me in some way or another for the rest of my life.
I’m so thankful to Harry for taking me on this adventure with him; I don’t know if I’d have ever taken that first step by myself. It was like he held my hand through it all, like this fandom held my hand through it all. Like by being himself, Harry helped me be brave enough to evolve too.
Through the catalyst of Harry’s art I’ve experienced more happiness than I’d have ever imagined. I cannot wait to go on this next journey, a second album, and reflect on just how far we’ve both come.
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Monstre Aux Yeux Verts 《a miraculous ladybug fanfiction》 chapter 4
Adrian trudges to his locker feeling defeated, but still determined. Everyone around him is whispering back and forth excitedly. Adrian payed them no mind until he heard Marinette's name. "What are you guys talking about?" Adrian asks the two girls nearby.
"Marinette." One of them answered immediately, as if gossiping is what she lives for. "She just left with an older boy. His name is Luka and he's in a band. My older sister is in his class and she says he's really quiet and mysterious but everyone seems to like him. Luka has been walking her home from school all week so i bet they're dating." The girl didn't even seem to breathe as she whispered this.
"They aren't dating." Adrian told her definitively.
"How do you know?" The other girl asks.
"Because i- i'm- Marinette's friend." Adrian finishes lamely.
"Oh really?!" The first girl prances with the excitement of fresh gossip. "What does she say?"
What did he get himself into? "Well... nothing really. Luka's just been... helping her with... stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" The second girl asks.
"Well studying and... band...stuff... i gotta go." Adrian walks away as fast as he can. He sees Nino and Alya and changes course. "Hey, guys, what's going on? Everyone is talking about Marinette and Luka."
"Haters." Alya scoffs. "Luka offered to help Marinette with putting together her presentation for Jagged Stone."
"Oh. Right, their meeting is tomorrow." Adrian got an idea. "We should see if she needs a few more hands. We could bring snacks... hang out..."
"It HAS been a long time since we all hung out..." Alya thought out loud, "i could ask her if we can come by... but you have to tell me something first."
Adrian has a mini panic attack and he hopes Alya doesn't see right through him. "What?" He asks.
"What is with you lately?"
"What do you mean?" Adrian asks confused.
"You've been acting strange lately, quiet, spacey, you've been finding any reason to not go home..." Adrian feels relieved she didn't know about his spying on Marinette and sighs. Alya mistakes his sigh for something else, "is that it? Is something going on at home?"
Adrian isn't sure what to say, and yet again, Nino swoops in to save the day. "Alya, maybe he doesn't want to talk about it."
"Okay, but you can if you want, we're your friends and we're here for you. No matter what."
Adrian remembers when the only friend he had was Chloe and is touched by the fierce friendship he now has with Alya and Nino, "thanks, Alya." Adrian puts an arm around each of his friends' shoulders, "you guys are the best friends anyone could ever ask for."
Marinette and Luka are at her parent's kitchen table pouring over her designs. "I think it would be most professional to put them all in a portfolio so he can flip through them all and see how much work you put into the job. I hope he's not taking advantage of your age and is paying you decently."
Marinette smiled, "That's a great idea, and don't worry, my parents went over the contract. He's paying me well enough, but i don't do it for the money."
Luka smiled back at her, admiration in his eyes, "i know you don't, i just hate the thought of someone treating you unfairly."
Marinette blushes and her phone rings suddenly, she answers, "hey, Alya. What's up?"
"Hey, Marinette. Is it okay if the guys and i come over? I can't really go into detail, but something is going on with Adrian and he just doesn't want to go home."
"Oh my gosh! Is everything okay?" Luka looked at her with concern.
"I don't know," Alya says quietly, "he won't talk about it. I think it would be nice if we can just all hang out and get his mind off whatever is going on."
"Of course! I'm sure my parents won't mind under the circumstances."
"Great! We'll be there in a little bit, he and Nino are just in the store getting some snacks to bring over."
"Okay, see you in a little bit." Marinette ended the call and Luka waits for her to explain with a worried look on his face. "It was Alya, she said something is going on with Adrian and he doesn't want to go home."
"Oh. Do you want me to leave?" Luka asks gathering his things.
"No, you should stay. I think it's important for us to show him he has all of us here for him." Marinette is worried and hopes he's okay.
"That's a great idea, Mari. See? You're a great friend!"
Marinette blushes, "i should let my parents know what's going on, I'll be right back." Marinette hurries down to the bakery where her parents are cleaning up before the lunch rush. "Mom, dad, is it okay if a few of my friends come by for the afternoon?"
"What do you mean by 'a few'?" Her father asks sweeping the floor with broad strokes.
"Alya, Nino, and Adrian."
"I don't know, dear, that's a lot of people, and we can't really supervise with the lunch rush coming..." her mother checks the ovens and goes to the sink to do the dishes.
"I know, mom, but the thing is Adrian is having some problems at home and we thought we could show him he has friends he can go to and maybe get his mind off whatever is bothering him. And you guys trust me right?"
Marinette's parents give eachother a long look, communicating without speaking, "of course, honey, that's very thoughtful of you." Her mom says hand over her heart.
"I have cookies you can all munch on. Oh! You can try the new macaroon recipe I've been working on!"
"You guys are the best!" Marinette leaves her parents discussing what treats they could prepare.
Marinette rejoins Luka in the kitchen. He is flipping through a binder. "I hope you don't mind, i put your designs in this binder i had. I figured with all your friends coming over you'd feel better knowing this was all ready for tomorrow."
"Wow! That looks great, Luka! Thank you so much!" Marinette flipped though the pages, "this looks like a professional portfolio!"
"I just put them in a binder, the credit is all yours." Luka says modestly. "Are you sure you want me to stay? I don't want to intrude on your time with your friends."
"They're OUR friends, silly. We'd all love for you to stay... if you want to, that is." She adds suddenly realizing he may have things he'd rather do than hang out with kids his little sister's age.
Luka takes Marinette's hand. "I've had the best time hanging out with you, Mari. There's nothing I'd rather do then spend more time with you." He says as if reading her mind.
Marinette looks at him eyes wide and blushing, "really?" She is at a loss of words.
Luka chuckles, "of course! I've really fallen for you." Now it was his turn to blush.
Marinette isn't sure what to say. She had always liked Adrian, and liking another boy felt like cheating on him. "But that's ridiculous!" She thinks to herself, they aren't dating and Adrian was very clear today that they were just friends. Adrian would never see her as more than that, but here's this amazing, dreamy, and thoughtful boy in front of her confessing his affection for her. Although she would always care for Adrian, she didn't think he would want her to wait for something that would most likely never happen between them. He would want her to be happy, wouldn't he? "He's not dead!" She thinks to herself, "just the relationship you thought you'd have with him is." Should she mourn for a relationship that never happened? She feels conflicted, to say the least. "I think you're really great too, Luka." She blushs, "that was really lame." She accidentally says out loud.
Luka laughs, "i didn't think it was lame." Luka gently pulls her closer, placing the hand he was holding over his own heart and wrapping his other arm around her waist. Marinette's eyes are open wide, at first she was thinking too much, now she couldn't think at all. Her mind was blissfully blank just taking in the moment: the feel of his shirt beneath her fingers, the strong but also gentle support of his arm around her waist, the thump her heart made trying to brake through her ribs and the subtle thump of his matching her heart's rhythm. Although she knew her heart was racing, it felt like there was a lifetime between beats. Time had stopped. The embrace was like a really great song; it ended far too soon and left her wanting more.
The door from the bakery opened suddenly and they jumped apart. If time had stopped before, now it seemed to be going in fast forward. Alya pauses in the doorway "hey, guys!" She says cheerily, she pretended she didn't see anything. "Your parents sent us up with all these sweets!" She puts the platter of cookies and macaroons of several different flavors on the table. Nino and Adrian follow her into the kitchen.
Marinette tries very hard to not look guilty and takes one of the cookies. "Hey, guys!"
"Oh! Are these the designs for Jagged Stone? Mind if we take a look?"
"Go ahead." Marinette takes a bite of her cookie and watches the 3 of them look through the binder.
"This one's my favorite." Luka says pointing to the last page, "there's something about it that just seems... timeless." He winks at Marinette, did he feel time stop too?
She couldn't stop the blush from rising on her cheeks. "Thanks!" Uncomfortably, she realizes all 4 of them have their eyes on her and she decides to change the subject. "Who wants to be beaten first in the new video game we just got?"
They all make their way into the living room. Alya turns on some music and Nino takes up the first controller. Marinette sits on the couch and picks up the remote in front of her to set up the game. Leaning back she discovers Luka and Adrian are seated on either side of her. Well, this was going to be a relaxing afternoon!
The afternoon actually passes fairly quickly. Everyone seems to have a lot of fun. It was hours of playing video games, discussing music and eating treats Marinette's parents brought up. Her father had some wild new recipes and most of them were really good, however the wasabi flavored macaroon had everyone fighting over a gallon of milk. Mr. Dupain said it was his best prank yet... well, between fits of laughter. Adrian seemed to forget about whatever was going on at home. Mostly, he did sometimes get very quiet. Whenever that happened Marinette would let go of Luka's hand and challenge Adrian to another match. She was pretty proud that she was always able to snap him out of it.
"I can't believe your old man is letting you stay out this long." Nino says checking his phone. Alya gives him the evil eye and shakes her head.
Adrian takes out his phone and checks it. He's surprised to not see any missed calls or messages. "You're right... that's weird." Adrian admits.
Alya jumps up while Adrian is wondering how he wasn't being dragged home. "Well, Nino and i better go. We're taking our siblings to the park when they get out of school." Alya drags Nino to the door. "Thanks for having us over, Marinette! We had a great time!"
"Bye, guys!" Nino shouts just before the door slams shut.
"Ooookaaaay... that was a little weird." Adrian laughs.
Marinette and Luka laugh too. "You know Alya... always with the dramatic exits." Marinette giggles. Adrian decides that her giggle is his favorite sound he's ever heard.
The door opens and Marinette's mom walks in, "it's too bad Alya and Nino had to leave, we were going to ask you all if you wanted to stay for supper."
"I'd love to, thank you!" Luka says at the same time Adrian says, "that sounds amazing!"
Mrs. Dupain-Chang smiles, "please call your parents to be sure it's okay."
They agree and Adrian walks to the kitchen to make his call.
"Poor Adrian!" Marinette whispers.
"What do you mean? He seems fine to me." Luka whispers back confused.
"His father usually has him on a really tight leash, they must have had a really big fight for him to pretty much ignore his son!"
"Maybe you should just ask him." Luka suggests.
"What would I even say?" Marinette asks.
"Sometimes it's easier for a guy to talk to a close female friend about this kind of stuff because girls always know what to say."
"I'm not sure I'm like a typical girl..." Marinette says uncertainly.
Luka laughs, "well, you're right about that... you're exceptional. You'll know what to say. Trust me." Luka put his hand on hers. "Trust yourself. You can do it. I'll wait in the kitchen for a little bit after i make my call. Take your time."
Adrian walks back into the livingroom and stops suddenly looking at the two of them. Luka gave Marinette one last pat before standing and walking to the kitchen to make his call. Adrian sat at the end of the couch and quietly played with his phone.
"Hey... Adrian. Is uh everything okay... with you?" Marinette starts nervously.
"What do you mean?" Adrian asks confused, and then he realizes he let Alya believe something was wrong and she must've told Marinette.
Marinette scoots closer to him on the couch, "i just want you to know you're welcome here any time and if you ever want to talk I'm there for you." She took his hand.
Adrien wasn't sure what to say. "I've just realized I'm in love with you so I've been doing everything i can to keep you and Luka from being alone together because I'm terrified you'll fall in love with him instead!" Yeah that doesn't sound stalkerish at all! He definitely can't say that! Maybe he can just shut it down gently? "Th-thank you, Marinette. I really appreciate that." He realizes she's still waiting for him to confide in her. Nothing's going on, why didn't he just tell Alya the truth? This is too close to lying. Then he gets an idea; while nothing out of the ordinary is going on by his definition, his home life is still pretty depressing compared to what his friends are used to. "Well, you see, since my mom... disappeared... my dad... i don't know, he just seems to hate me. The only time he spends with me is during meals, and sometimes not even that." That felt pretty good to get off his chest, with that little bit of digging he found more he wanted to share. "Sometimes it feels like I'm just supposed to be this perfect son and when I'm not out making him look good he thinks i should just be locked up in my room. Remember when Sandboy made everyone live their worst nightmare? Mine was being locked up and the cage just kept getting smaller and smaller. That's what my life feels like every day! The pressure is just too much sometimes and i just want a normal life." Adrian turns away, embarrassed that he got so emotional.
"Oh, Adrian, I'm so sorry! I had no idea you were dealing with so much!" She put her other hand on his knee.
"It's not your fault, besides, I'm just complaining. There's a lot of people worse off than i am."
"Well that's true," Adrian looks in her eyes, that's not what he was expecting to hear, "there may be people who have it worse off, but that doesn't make your pain any less. You should tell your dad how you feel-" Adrian scoffs and Marinette smiles before she continues, "even if he doesn't listen, at least you aren't bottling all that up."
"You're right, maybe I'll try that." Adrian hesitates for only a second then pulls her into a hug, "thank you, Marinette."
The embrace is warm and comforting like curling up in a thick fuzzy blanket on a cold night. Adrian wants so badly to kiss her, but he doesn't have the time, Luka walks back into the room and clears his throat. Marinette gives Adrian one last pat on the back and breaks away, "i better help my parents with supper." She goes to the kitchen.
"So... you good?" Luka asks.
"Yeah." Adrian says carefully, "you?"
"Yep." Luka sits in the chair beside the couch. There's an awkward silence. Adrian isn't sure what to think about Luka, he can't hate the guy for falling for Marinette, after all, he did the same thing. But they are rivals and he was ready to do anything to win Marinette's heart.
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Stepping Up ~ Bucky x Reader (Part 9/12)
A/n: Hi my lovelies! Happy Friday and Happy Captain Marvel weekend! So I have some more Stepping up for you! :D There will be three more parts and an epilogue. Enjoy!
Summary: Weddings are never easy.
Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Dylan x Penny, Ben x Zoe, Aunt Meg
Rating: K+
Warnings: angst ish not really though
Word count: 1477
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You woke to your phone ringing and a frantic knocking on your door. Bucky shot up next to you, instantly alert.
“I’ll get the phone. You get the door,” you mumbled rubbing your eyes.
He nodded and slid out of bed while you yanked your phone from the charger.
“Hello?”
“You are eligible for a discount on your current auto insurance.”
Growling in annoyance, you hung up the phone and looked over to where Bucky was trying to console a teary-eyed Penny.
“Penny, what’s wrong?”
“Everything is ruined. I knew we should have eloped.”
You scooted off the bed and gave your cousin a tight hug.
“Penny, I need you to breathe, and tell me exactly what happened.”
Your tone was soothing, but held a hint of your mission voice. It did the trick.
“The venue had a pipe burst. It’s completely flooded. Everything is ruined.”
“Okay. It’s okay. We can figure something out. The wedding isn’t until tomorrow.”
“But what about the rehearsal dinner?” she sniffed.
“That’s not until tonight. We have plenty of time. We’ll get it sorted out. I promise. First things first. I need to talk to the venue and know exactly what we’re dealing with. We should also call and put a hold on any of the deliveries that were scheduled for today.” You glanced at your alarm clock. “Okay, it’s only six. We should be able to reach everyone before they open. Can you make a list and we’ll all start calling? If we each take a few we’ll be done in no time.”
“Okay. I can do that,” she whispered to herself. “I can do that.”
“Breathe, Penny. I’m going to take care of this. I promise.”
“Thank you, y/n.”
“No problem, sweetie.”
She squeezed your hands and hurried back to her room for her planning binder. You shut the door behind her and leaned heavily against it, pinching the bridge of your nose.
Bucky gently rubbed at your arms, soothing you.
“Good morning,” you finally muttered.
“Good morning, doll,” he rumbled wryly, leaning down to plant a chaste but firm kiss on your lips.
You lost yourself in the sensation for a moment before pulling back with a grateful smile.
“Thank you.”
“You never need to thank me for kissing you.”
Rolling your eyes, you bumped your hip against his as you grabbed a pair of jeans and a blouse to change into so you would be ready to dash out at a moment’s notice.
When you got down to the kitchen, your Aunt Meg, your parents, Dylan’s parents, and Penny were already divvying up the list.
“Where’s Dylan”
“In the living room on the phone with the venue.”
You nodded before leaving to take over that call, fully prepared to use your scary avenger voice. Dylan was more than willing to hand it off to you.
After a lengthy conversation with an admittedly apologetic manager, you hung up with a frustrated sigh.
“So there’s good news and bad news,” you reported finally.
“What’s the bad news?”
“The reception hall at the venue is completely flooded and unusable.”
“How can there possibly be good news?”
“Well for one, they hadn’t set up at all so none of your decorations got destroyed. They were in storage on the second floor. And since you were having your ceremony outside, it’s totally unscathed. So technically we have a wedding venue just not a reception venue. And they will be refunding your full deposit regardless of whether you use their space or not.”
“Did you threaten him?” Penny asked.
“Of course not. I was simply firm.”
Bucky coughed to hide his laugh and you smacked his flesh shoulder for it.
“Sorry, doll.”
“Even if we had the ceremony at the hotel. What would we do for the reception? The whole point was to have it all in one place so people didn’t have to travel.”
“And there’s no other place near here that would be big enough for 250 people,” Dylan pointed out.
It was quiet as everyone considered your options, occasionally tossing out an idea only for it to be shot down. Zoe and Ben leisurely made their way down during your brainstorming session.
“Morning all. What’s with the long faces?”
“My wedding is ruined,” Penny grumbled.
“Oh don’t be dramatic. What? Did someone accidentally drop a petal from your bouquet,” she sneered.
Bucky’s hand on your hip was the only thing that kept you from launching at her.
“Hush, Zoe,” your mother admonished, clearly done with her shit. “We have a real problem here.”
You tuned out the bickering for a moment, and as you stared out the window at the backyard you got an idea.
“What if we have the wedding here?”
“That’s ridiculous,” Zoe scoffed.
“How would that work?” your father asked, ignoring Zoe.
“We can set up the tables like we did for our graduation party. That was easily 300 people. Then we can set up an arch on the hill and the chairs can fan out towards where the swing set used to be.”
“It could work,” Aunt Meg agreed as she pictured it.
“But where will we get all of the tables and chairs?”
“And what about the dance floor?” Dylan asked.
“Call the venue and see if they’ll loan us their tables. It’s not like they’ll be using them today. As for everything else, I know who to call.”
“Yeah, but what’s it going to cost us?” Penny worried. “We’re pretty much maxed out on the budget department.”
“It won’t cost you anything.”
“You are not paying to get us out of this disaster,” she warned.
“It won’t cost me a dime. Scout’s honor. Just some groveling and probably a few months of bathroom duty.”
Bucky snorted as the others stared at you.
You waved your hand dismissively. “Look. I promised you I will take care of it and I will. If you’re okay with it, I will make the call.”
“Do you really think we can pull it off?”
“I will do whatever it takes to make sure it does.”
Penny and Dylan shared a long look, not needing to speak out loud.
“We trust you,” she finally said.
You nodded and left the room, already dialing the number, pointedly ignoring Zoe’s sarcastic “y/n to the rescue”.
You were worried he may not answer, but luckily he picked up after two rings.
“What’s up, buttercup?”
“Hey, Tony.”
You could hear the clinking of his tools in the background stop when you spoke.
“What’s wrong, y/n?”
“We’re in a little bit of a crisis,” you sighed as you sat down on the back of the couch.
“What do you need?” he asked immediately.
“Some very large tents, a dance floor, and a few generators.”
“I assume you need it today.”
“That would be ideal.”
“Okay. I’ll take care of it.”
You were used to Tony’s generosity, but it usually came with insatiable curiosity.
“You’re not even going to ask what happened?” you asked, unable to hide the surprise in your voice.
“You can tell me later. Right now we need to get your cousin’s wedding back on track. Text me a list. Whatever you need. And the address. Everything will be there by three.”
“Thank you so much. I owe you like a million favors.”
“You don’t owe me anything, y/n. I’m happy to help.”
“You’re the best, Tony.”
“I know,” he assured you. “And if Penny and Dylan want to name their first child after the man who saved their wedding then so be it.”
You scoffed but didn’t comment, and when he continued his voice was soft and serious.
“Your family is my family, y/n. Give Penny and Dylan my best wishes for a long and happy marriage.”
“I will. And I’ll get you the list ASAP. Thank you so much.”
“Sounds good. I’ll call you once I have the details. Oh, by the way. How’d my little project for Barnes work out?”
You’d almost forgotten about the arm covering Bucky had foregone.
“He actually didn’t end up using it. No offense to your tech, but I wanted them to see the real Bucky.”
“I figured as much. Alright. You two have fun. Bye, kiddo.”
“Bye, Tony.”
“Tony sends his best wishes,” you informed the stressed out couple.
“Tony as in Tony Stark?” Ben asked incredulously.
You ignored him and faced Penny and Dylan.
“We need to make a list of everything we’ll need, and he’ll make sure that it gets here this afternoon.”
“Are you serious?”
“100 percent.”
“How are we ever going to repay him?”
You shook your head.
“Don’t worry about it. He wanted to help.”
“That’s really generous of him.”
“Yeah, y/n, you must have kissed up pretty well for him to like you so much.”
You grit your teeth and ignored her.
“Let’s get started on that list.”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading. We’re wrapping up, but there’s still a good amount of story to tell, so stay tuned.
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Moirai - chapter 2
Summary: On your 18th birthday a name appears on your wrist. The name of your soulmate. It’s a momentous day that everyone looks forward to, but you’ve always brushed aside; refusing to believe in a fickle mistress called destiny. But what happens when on the morning of your 18th birthday you wake to find the name of your mortal enemy? Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Soulmates au/ Enemies to lovers au. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, eventual smut.
Word Count: 6024
*Side note: I put a read more option on all my stories so if it doesn’t show up, I’m sorry :( It’s the Tumblr app and there isn’t anything I can do about it. I hope it doesn’t ruin your experience!
*Side side note: I actually had most of this chapter written already so that’s why the update was so fast, don’t hold your breath for future updates being this quickly updated, haha. :P
After school you walked with Lillian to her car, jumping into the passenger seat and flinging your bag by your feet. Because her family was wealthy, when Lillian had gotten her license she’d also been gifted a car. You’d been green with envy at the time, but since you still hadn’t even found the time to get your own license you didn’t see the point in being jealous over something you couldn’t even drive so you’d quickly gotten over it.
“It feels like I haven’t seen Lucas in forever.” You replied, looking over at your friend who was drumming the beat on the radio onto her steering wheel.
“You still have a crush on him?” Lillian teased, eyebrows wiggling.
You rolled your eyes. “I was 13. Cut me some slack here, I didn’t know any better.”
“Hey now, my brother is awesome.”
You laughed. “Yes, he is, that’s not what I meant. I guess I was just unintentionally into the whole crush on your best friend’s older brother thing. It’s a phase we all must go through.”
Lillian pouted, “Only you don’t have an older brother so I never got my phase!”
“Well, there’s always Ella. It’s never too late.” You smirked at Lillian’s scoff.
“Please, she couldn’t handle this.” Lillian sighed, waving at her body and grinning.
“That’s definitely true. She wouldn’t know what to do with you.” You chuckled.
As you drove the short distance to Lillian’s house you felt the butterflies begin to jump around in the pit of your belly. While it was true that you’d had a crush on her brother when you were 13, there was still this part of you that wasn’t quite over it. He’d been your first serious crush at a time when you were just barely beginning to navigate the teenage waters. At the ripe age of 15 he’d been a babe, a class a dime. You weren’t really sure how to behave after not seeing him for half a year. You didn’t have his number so of course you hadn’t kept in contact. Maybe he’d met Daisy by now, or maybe he’d just decided to date someone else; not everyone sought after their soulmate, after all.
It was fiction what those fairy tale books said, that when you met your soulmate your fate was sealed and you’d never be without them again. Though the numbers weren’t high, there were people who chose to be with someone other than their soulmate. This was of course particularly painful for the half of the pair that was left behind, but no one was bound by a cruel mistress named fate; everyone still had a choice.
You were apprehensive about what you’d find when you saw Lucas again. There had been a moment when you thought Lucas liked you too. You were almost 16 and Lucas was nearly 18 and there had been moments of whispered thoughts, soul bearing confessions about life and the future. Moments of stolen looks, stowed away in the janitor’s closet after hiding the school’s mascot at the bottom of the pool and waiting with baited breath as they sought the culprit. The way he’d looked at you, as though he saw something there, as though he had secrets to tell.
You never found out, though, as you’d been wrenched from the closet by your look out, Lillian, and you ran laughing to her car in dizzy excitement, peeling from the parking lot and to your freedom. The school never did find out who did it.
“So what movie are we watching, anyway?” You inquired, turning to inspect your best friend as she made a turn off the main road.
“To be decided,” she grinned, “but Lucas brought some new stuff that he bought at school so he might have some gold in there.”
“There better be actual gold or I’ll be thoroughly disappointed.” You smirked. Pulling into the drive way, you grabbed your bag from beside your feet and followed after Lillian as she stepped through the front door, announcing her arrival loudly into the foyer.
Not even 10 seconds after Lillian’s voice had died down Lucas came barreling from the kitchen, grabbing her in his arms and laughing at her squeal. You’d always been jealous of their relationship, they were close on a level that you and Ella never had been and you envied that. Not that you and your sister didn’t get along, you had all the normal arguments about stealing each other’s clothes and taking too long in the bathroom, but if you’d been away for a long time Ella certainly wouldn’t be rushing to you with a giant hug and lots of I missed you’s.
Suddenly Lucas was turning to you and you were struck again by how handsome he really was. His blonde hair styled into a messy quaff, strong, square jaw, bright green eyes, and a big smile trained directly on you.
“Y/N!” He crowed, swooping in to pull you into a bone crushing hug and you grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Wow, have you gotten even prettier since the last time I saw you? I didn’t think it was possible.”
You blushed at his compliment, swatting at his chest and laughing, “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me in front of your sister.”
Lucas chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder. “Ah she’s used to this by now, she knows I love to tease her friends. Especially the cute ones.”
Lillian scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so gross. If you’re so in love with her, why don’t you just ask her out already?”
“Maybe I will.” Lucas grinned and you found yourself blushing deeper. He’d always been a flirt, insisting he loved to watch you turn bright red, but college seemed to have honed those skills if your puddle like state was any indication.
“Alright, alright, alright.” You laughed, shoving him away from you. “Where are your movies?”
Lucas laughed, leading the both of you into the front room where he had a three ringed binder filled with movies laid out on the floor. “Geez, Luca, did you seriously buy all of these in the last few months?” Lillian gasped, dropping to her knees to flip through the book.
“Hey,” he said, holding his hands up, “you know I’m a movie buff, this shouldn’t be surprising to you. Besides, the last few pages are empty.”
“Oh, the last few pages, my bad.” Lillian teased. “So what are you in the mood for, Y/N?”
You dropped down next to her, looking through the pages and stopping here and there at something that peaked your interest. “Hmm, well, I’m always in the mood for a romance,” at the sound of Lucas gagging in the background, you laughed, “or a good old fashioned comedy. I’m pretty flexible. You guys choose and I’ll be happy with whatever.”
You made your way to the couch, curling into the corner and grabbing a blanket to spread over your legs. After choosing some new action movie that you’d never heard of, that was apparently out of this world, Lillian came to sit beside you until Lucas pouted and forced her to move to the other side so that he could sit in between the both of you, something about not wanting to be left out. You’d snorted, rolling your eyes and cuddling further into your blanket.
After the lights had been turned off and the movie had started the three of you quieted down to watch. As expected, Lillian fell asleep about 10 minutes into the movie and you smirked. She was so predictable. Movie nights and sleep overs always turned into a solo activity if it was just the two of you because she just couldn’t help it. The lights were off, she was comfortable; she was going to fall asleep.
The movie was just barely building up to the climax when suddenly you felt it. Fingers running up and down the side of your thigh. You tried not to jump at the contact, thinking perhaps it was an accidental graze, but as it continued you grew curious and over the edge of the blanket (which you’d pulled up to your eyes as the hero of the movie was about to pull off some incredible stunt) you glanced at Lucas.
He didn’t look at you at first, looking the picture of innocence as he stared straight ahead at the movie. You were tempted to shrug it off, maybe he thought he was stroking his own leg, but suddenly he turned to look at you, smirk etched deeply into his cheeks.
You felt like the air was being sucked from your lungs as you felt his fingers tap their way up to the top of your thigh, squeezing gently. Had you fallen asleep? Were you hallucinating? He leaned towards you, whispering, “Hey.”
“Hi.” You whispered back. You hoped you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt.
“I missed you while I was gone.”
You could barely hear his voice over the thrum of the music but your heart skipped out of your chest as you lapped up every word.
“You missed me?”
“Of course, you may be Lillian’s best friend, but we’re friends too, right?”
You nodded, head slightly dizzy. He hadn’t removed his hand from your lower thigh and you felt confused. Friends don’t rub each other’s thighs. When Lucas chuckled softly you realized you’d said that out loud and blushed.
“You’re right.” He said, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. “Can we go to the kitchen to talk for a minute?”
You followed like a robot, unsure of what to do or say but as soon as you were in the kitchen he closed the door behind you and sat at the kitchen counter. “Come sit with me.” He smiled up at you.
You sat across from him, fingers immediately lacing together to try and squeeze the nerves from your body. “How was school?”
He shrugged, “school was OK, nothing special. Trying to get the boring classes out of the way so I can enjoy the classes for my major.”
“That’s a good idea, I’ll have to remember that when I go to college next year.”
“Are we really going to talk about school?” Lucas asked, scratching the back of his neck and you chewed on your bottom lip. That was his one tell. When he was nervous about something, he would scratch the back of his neck. You’d known him for so many years, fawned over him to the point of near obsession and when you’d come back down from it all and tried to reign yourself in you became friends with him, learning to read his queues.
“We don’t need to talk about school.” You mumbled. You tapped your fingers lightly against the counter top, shoulders bunching together. “Did you find Daisy?”
Lucas looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together. “Why would you want to talk about her?”
You shrugged. “It just seems like we’re going into a conversation that maybe wouldn’t be good if you’d found her.”
“You know I don’t believe in the whole soulmate thing. It’s all so romanticized to trick us into marrying someone with some weird matching tattoo.”
“I’m not saying I like it either,” you defended, “I was just curious.”
Lucas sighed, rubbing at his chin, “No, I haven’t met her, but if I do I’ll just tell her that I’m interested in someone else.”
“You are?” You asked in surprise.
“Yeah, my little sisters best friend. She’s pretty cute, maybe you’ve seen her around?”
“Oh come on,” you laughed, “stop playing around.”
“I’m being totally serious.” At your look of confusion he continued, “Look, when I was in school all I could think about was you and how much I missed you. I started to forget the sound of your laugh and that’s when I realized how much I like you. I’m just telling you this because, I don’t know, I kind of hoped that maybe you’d give me a chance. I know it would be a little awkward since I will be going back and forth between school and home but I want to try…if you’re willing.”
He suddenly looked down at his hands and it occurred to you that you’d never actually seen him look so awkward before. He was always confident in what he had to say and who he was as a person and it made you feel oddly flattered that you were the one causing this change in him.
“Well,” you started softly, “it would be rather difficult being so far away from each other for so long,” and he conceded with a nod, “but I don’t see the harm in trying.”
Lucas’ head snapped up, grin peeled at the edges of his lips. “Seriously?”
“Did you really think I’d turn you down?” You smiled and Lucas chuckled bashfully.
“Kind of. I just figured you must have a lot of options at school, why would you want to date your best friend’s weird older brother?”
You stood, coming to stand in front of him, fingers running along the curve of his shirt collar. “You’ve never been weird. In fact, I may or may not have had a crush on you since I was 13 years old.”
“Really?” Lucas grinned, eyes wide with glee, “I seriously never would have guessed.”
“Well, you are kind of dense.” You teased and Lucas laughed, poking your side as punishment.
“Hey, be nice to your boyfriend.”
You blushed, chewing the inside of your cheek and looking down as your fingers continued to fiddle with his collar. “Wow, boyfriend. I never thought I’d hear that in relation to you.”
Lucas spread his hands along the expanse of your lower back, pulling you closer and smiling up at you. “It feels really nice to say.” He admitted. “But we should probably get back before the movie ends. You know how Lillian is, always waking up in the last few minutes.”
You smiled, nodding, and Lucas stood, lacing his fingers with yours and walking back to the darkened living room, cuddling under the covers and settling back into the nearly finished movie.
After Lillian woke up and the three of you hung out for the next hour she offered to drive you home and you made your way towards her car, waving at Lucas as he stood in the doorway and you fastened your seat belt, holding onto the strap across your shoulder.
“I have a confession to make.” You murmured, once you’d left the neighborhood and were back on the main road.
Lillian hummed as an affirmative for you to continue and you clutched your seat belt tighter in your hands. "Lucas may or may not have asked me to be his girlfriend.”
The look on Lillian’s face as she snapped her gaze in your direction would have been comical had she not been driving. As it was, she swerved slightly and you gasped, throwing your arm out to try and steady the wheel.
“What?!” She screeched and you weren’t really sure if that was meant to sound happy or angry.
You sighed, clutching back at your seat belt. “Do I really have to repeat myself?” You complained.
“Yes, you absolutely do!” She insisted, bobbing her head vigorously up and down.
“Lucas asked me to be his girlfriend.”
“And what did you say?”
“Uh, well, you see…”
“Y/N, what did you say?” Lillian insisted.
“I said yes.” You replied timidly. Lillian’s squeal of excitement wasn’t what you were expecting but it made your shoulders loosen never the less.
“Oh my gosh, my brother and my best friend! This is the best thing ever! When did this happen?”
“During the movie, after you fell asleep. He told me he liked me and asked if I’d give him a chance.”
“Which of course you agreed to, you have had a ridiculous crush on him for years, after all!”
“Not so ridiculous now, it turns out.” You blushed.
Lillian laughed giddily, reaching over to slap your knee in excitement and you quickly joined her with high pitched giggles of your own. She pulled up in front of your house, waving you off with a promise to gossip more tomorrow and you laughed, waving as she peeled away from the curb.
“You’re in a good mood.”
You jumped at the deep timber of an all too familiar voice and turned, sighing. “Yes, I am. Can I help you, Jungkook?”
The sun was setting behind your house and it gave Jungkook a slight halo, which was laughable. He stood there in a dark bomber jacket, black t-shirt and criminally tight light wash jeans with a rip in the knee. He honestly looked so handsome that you wanted to vomit just from having to think that.
Jungkook shrugged, “just thought I’d say hi.”
“Our parents aren’t around, you don’t have to pretend to be my friend.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and looking up to the sky. “Don’t act like such a victim, Y/N. You act butt hurt when I don’t say hi to you but then when I do you’re all of a sudden better than me.”
“I never said I was better than you!” You cried.
“You don’t have to say it with your words, I can just see it on your face.”
You felt a little guilty because Jungkook did actually seem offended so you sighed and shrugged. “I’m sorry, OK?”
“I can tell that really came from your heart.” Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“Look, I am sorry, I really didn’t mean to come off that way. To be fair, though, you always make me feel like crap so it seems like a fair trade off.”
Jungkook snorted, “I had no idea you were one of those eye for eye types of people.”
“Well, you don’t really know me, Jungkook.” You muttered.
He nodded, lips pursed as he surveyed your frown. “Fair enough.”
You sighed, running your hand through your hair and looking off at the lights in your house. “Look, I’ve gotta go now. I’ll see you at the barbecue tomorrow.” You began to walk towards the house before noticing that Jungkook was walking right behind you. “That wasn’t really an invite.” You frowned.
“Lucky for me, I don’t need your permission.” He teased, “Besides, your mom wanted me to come over and help her move some furniture around since your dad’s at some work function or something.”
“OK.” You shrugged, walking through the front door, Jungkook following and closing the door behind himself.
“Jungkook!” Your mother beamed, coming from the kitchen, “thank you so much for coming over, honey. I really appreciate your help.”
“Of course, you know you’re like my second mom. I like helping you out.”
Your mom laughed, wrapping her arm around Jungkook’s waist and leading him to the living room. You walked slowly up the stairs as you listened to them chat while she directed him where to move things. You supposed it was really rather nice of him to come by and help, you were sure that he had better things to do; after all, he had a roaring social life and a beautiful girlfriend.
After slipping into a pair of shorts and a baggy hoodie you made your way back downstairs to grab a snack and you stood by the dining room door, watching as he brought in a table from the garage. During your barbecues you always inevitably made your way back inside to play games and it had just become a tradition at this point. It was easier to have tables and chairs set up for you the night before so that no one had to worry about it while eating.
Usually your dad was the one to move the furniture around, but since he wasn’t here Jungkook was the next best thing in your mother’s eyes; like a son she’d never had. She always insisted that you and your sister were like delicate little flowers and rarely let you help with any heavy lifting. Sometimes it actually annoyed you how little faith your mother put in your physical abilities and other times, like right now, you didn’t mind so much that you didn’t have to pick up the couch and move it. Chewing on the roll you’d grabbed from the kitchen, you watched as Jungkook moved to where your mother directed him, muscles cording in his back under his t-shirt as he dragged the couch to the back wall and moved the table into the center of the room.
You hated to admit that you liked the way he looked. He’d been a brat nearly all his life, but he was so handsome it made you ache a little. Why did mean people always get the best things?
“Hey mom?” You called suddenly and she looked over to you from her position by Jungkook, “I was wondering if I could invite my boyfriend over for the bbq tomorrow.”
Jungkook dropped the couch suddenly and you and your mother both jumped before she trained her vision back on you. “Boyfriend?” She asked in surprise.
“Yeah, Lucas actually asked me tonight.” You grinned and your mother squealed, running over to you and pulling you into a hug. She’d known about your crush on him almost as long as you’d had it and you’d always felt like she was silently rooting for the two of you, even after Daisy’s name appeared on his wrist.
“Oh my goodness, honey, of course. I am so excited for you! Also, what are you doing with that roll young lady?” She scolded and you grinned, shoving the rest into your mouth in one big bite, “those are for tomorrow!”
“It’s only one!” You mumbled around your mouth full and you could see Jungkook grimacing in the background as he returned his attention to the couch.
Just then the front door closed softly and you watched as Ella strolled into the room, backpack slung across one shoulder. “Oh!” She said in surprising, taking note of Jungkook finally pushing the sofa into place and she blushed. “I didn’t know you were here, Jungkook.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. She was so obvious about her crush on him, you were surprised he hadn’t picked up on it by now. Jungkook smiled, rising to his full height and shoving his hands in his pockets. “Just helping out your mom a little bit.”
“That’s so nice of you!” She gushed and you sucked on your teeth noisily. It seemed as though you were the one feeling all the awkwardness that Ella seemed to ignore as she made her way into the center of the room, grabbing onto his bicep. The look of surprise on his face was so priceless you would have laughed if you weren’t also surprised yourself. Your sister had never been quite so forward. “Is there anything I can do to help? I’m sure you’d much rather be doing something other than moving around heavy furniture on your Friday night.”
You watched in amusement from the sides as Jungkook cleared his throat and turned to look for your mother. She’d retreated to the kitchen to hide the rest of the rolls (from you, presumably) and then let his eyes sweep over you. “Well, if the three of us grab some chairs from the garage we could probably make pretty good work of this.”
“Oh,” Ella remarked, turning to look at you, “I didn’t know you were there. Were you just sitting there watching and not helping?”
“I was eating!” You exclaimed and she frowned.
“As if that’s any better.” She scolded and you glared. “Poor Jungkook is over here working his butt off while you’re just sat there watching him. That’s, like, creepy or something.”
You scoffed, making your way towards her, “fine, let’s go.” You ushered Jungkook in front before sending another glare Ella’s way. “Your crush is showing.” You smirked and Ella blushed, pushing passed you and following Jungkook into the garage.
After the three of you had finished setting up the living room and you’d had to quietly survive Ella’s painful attempts at flirting, you’d sat down on the couch to send Lucas a text about tomorrow. He’d replied with a resounding yes and insisted that he would bring something to contribute despite your insistence that it really wasn’t necessary.
Your mother had asked Jungkook to stay for dinner and you watched as he helped her to set up the table. What a show off. Even Ella was contributing, which was laughable because normally she was somewhere complaining about letting her nail polish dry or something. Your mother asked you to help her finish making a salad so you stood, shoving your phone in your back pocket and going to wash your hands.
After dinner you sat back on the couch, watching in displeasure as Jungkook made his way to the same couch, sitting beside you with a loud sigh. “So a boyfriend, huh?” He asked, leaning towards you, “who’s the unlucky guy?”
You rolled your eyes, shoving him away from you as he laughed. “Bite me.” You muttered, careful to keep your volume low enough so that your mother wouldn’t hear.
“Come on,” Jungkook coaxed, “I’m curious. You said Lucas before; is that Lucas Olsson, Lillian’s brother?”
You sighed, shrugging, “maybe it is, maybe isn’t.”
“Doesn’t he have a soulmate?” He asked and you frowned, turning to look at him.
“We all have soulmates, Jungkook, doesn’t mean we all want to be with them.”
“Isn’t that fighting against fate or something?”
“What, you’re telling me you actually want to end up with your soulmate?” You questioned dubiously.
“Sure, why not? The universe always puts us with the person that would make us the most happy, seems like it knows what it’s doing. Why would I try and compete with that?”
“Wow, how sappy of you. You don’t think the universe messes up sometimes?” You questioned.
“I’ve never seen it before. I mean, yeah, sometimes we see something in a magazine or the newspaper or whatever that says two soulmates are getting a divorce due to irreconcilable differences, but honestly, the media lies all the time and we don’t actually know any of the people they’re talking about. Maybe they’re making it up.”
“You sound like a conspiracy theorist.” You groaned. “Doesn’t it weird you out at all that somebodies name, a person you’ve never met before, just appears on your wrist and you’re expected to just make a life with them because the universe dictated it that way?”
“Not really,” Jungkook shook his head, “I wanna be happy, she wants to be happy, it’s worth a shot, right? My dad was skeptical before he met my mother and now he’s deliriously happy so it kind of seems like it’s worth it.”
“Yeah, well, what if you end up with someone you hate, what then?”
“That’s so unlikely,” he scoffed, “the universe is not going to stick two people together who hate each other, that would make no sense. You’ve gotta trust the system.”
“Did you suddenly turn into a hippie?” You rolled your eyes. “Does that system know you stick your dick in every woman that breathes?”
Jungkook frowned, tapping his fingers against his leg in agitation, “you have so much anger for someone your size, where do you bottle that shit up? I really haven’t slept with as many people as you seem to think I have.”
“Sure,” you quipped, going to stand, “and the moon is purple.”
Ella quickly took your spot on the couch, drawing Jungkook’s attention away from you and you made your way back upstairs. You had too much homework to do and not enough energy to deal with his special brand of irritating, anyway. You needed to save your energy for tomorrow when he’d be here to annoy you all day.
Also, Lucas. You smiled at the idea, sitting down at your desk and pulling out your phone. You wondered if he’d try to kiss you tomorrow. He hadn’t tried tonight but that’s because his sister was there and everything was so fresh. You wondered if he was the type of guy to wait a few dates or go all in. You couldn’t wait to find out.
I hope you enjoy this update. There will be a bigger gap between this update and my next because I’m not close to finishing the next chapter so you can expect it at the end of this month or in early December.
Let me know what you think!
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Copyright © 2018 by taeken-my-heart (Nora.) All rights reserved.
#jungkook scenario#jungkook x reader#jungkook smut#jungkook angst#jungkook soulmates#jungkook enemies to lovers
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Just Friends | Jennie Kim | BP
- Admin M
Genre : Angst
Word count: 1.9K
Plot: in which you’re madly in love with Jennie but she can’t see you as more than her best friend
Requested: yes
It had been the summer of 8th grade when you finally realized that you were in love with none other than your best friend, Jennie Kim. At first it seemed impossible as you had known the young girl since you were still wearing diapers. However the feelings of doubt had soon turned into hidden affection as you realized that you could never tell Jennie how you really felt. The girl was as straight as a pole and you immediately knew that she would never return your feelings the moment her first crush had asked her out. You had always blamed Jennie for being so pretty that you just had to fall for her, similar to everyone else who had gotten a mere glimpse at the girl. Not to mention her personality was amazing too, she was quiet but had so much charisma in the way she talked that a whole room would quiet down just to hear her whisper. Of course it wasn’t just you who had thought like this, but rather the whole entire campus was in love with her, and to you that just meant that you had less of a chance at scoring it big with Jennie. There was countless times that you wanted to tell the breathtaking girl how much you had loved her, but there was always something that stopped you from doing so. This time around though, that blockade was no longer there to stop you from possibly ruining your steady relationship with her, because here you were, sitting in front of Jennie at a coffee shop that you both were regulars at.
“I have something to tell you.” You started,hands trembling in fear. You knew there was no going back the moment those words had escaped from between your parted lips.
“Mhm?” Jennie hummed, eyes shifting up from her phone to focus her attention on you.
Her usually warm eyes had seemed to pierce into your soul this time, creating a new level of fear that you had never felt before in your entire life time.
“I...” you said cautiously, not sure if you were ready for the look of disgust she’d be giving you soon. To add to that, you definitely wouldn’t be ready to lose the girl who consoles you through every problem you went through. It was now or never though when you realized you’d regret it otherwise.
“I like you, I have for 4 or maybe even 5 years now.” you confessed.
As quickly as the words left your mouth, you soon felt the regret set in. Jennie’s eyes were unchanging, as her intense gaze on you had never changed. What was even happening right now?
“That’s a funny joke y/n, but what did you really want to tell me?” she asked you.
Joke??? She didn’t think of it as anything else but a joke?
“I’m serious though..” you trailed off, knowing well that there was no recovering at this point.
“I’m sorry...” she said at a level lower than a whisper.
Jennie knew it wasn’t a joke, but she had tried so desperately to get herself out of the situation that she didn’t know how else to react.
“I see, it’s fine, I didn’t expect anything in return anyways.” you spoke in a small voice, not daring to look her straight in the eyes. It was true that you hadn’t expected much, but you still couldn’t help but be met with the disappointment and hurt that had started to kick in.
“I’ll be going.” you said as you dashed out the café’s doors. Jennie’s eyes had trailed after your running figure. She was still at loss for words.
Your lungs were burning for the air the moment you had finally stopped running. It was all a mistake, yet you could only blame yourself for the accidental slip of the mouth.
Nothing was ever going to be the same again and you knew that as a fact. Jennie was never going to think of you the same,look at you the same and she’d never touch you the same again. She had chosen to ignore it and the pain you felt in your chest had grown stronger by the minute. It was too late to stop yourself. You refused to go home, afraid to be met with the empty silence that’d embrace you the moment you opened the door. You stared up at the sky, sighing as you felt hot tears brimming at your corner of your eyes, you had relied too much on her answer. It was true that you were dependent on the girl, every detail of your life had included her and you had no idea how to exclude her out of your daily routine. Your feet trudged step by step up the stairs of your apartment complex, almost collapsing at the fifth floor. It was emotionally exhausting and you wondered how different things could’ve been if you would’ve have just looked at someone else the way you adored Jennie. Maybe you could’ve saved yourself from the damage that was caused, but your heart couldn’t look at anyone that way. It was pathetic to you that no matter how much you would hurt a part of your heart would always tell you it was okay to remain in love. It was stupid, you were stupid, and nonetheless feelings were stupid. “If only they hadn’t plagued me maybe I wouldn’t have to deal with this” you croaked at a level that could barely qualify as a whisper. Soft sniffles had echoed through the empty apartment, yet even throughout all of the fresh tears that fell from your eyes, you never once blamed her. You didn’t know what part of you wanted to take all the blame, but in that moment it only seemed right to not think of Jennie.
Days had passed and you remained lifeless only leaving your room if it was absolutely necessary. No one had bothered to check in on your state and you were half thankful that you didn’t have to explain the complicated situation to anyone. Was it actually complicated though? All you would’ve had to tell them was that you were rejected anyways. You could’ve made it short and sweet but you had always winced at the bluntness of your own words. Feelings, they had always gotten in the way of your ability to confess your feelings or speak up when you felt something was wrong. It scared you that the attention would be on you if you couldn’t back your statement up with all eyes on you. A soft sigh escaped your lips.
Again that day you had wished for this to all of never happened as you stared out your window with an empty gaze. Your eyes had looked dull, lacking the shine they once possessed. It finally hit you that you didn’t know how you’d face her again at school, after all you were seatmates in almost every class. Maybe you had overreacted, but it wasn’t entirely your fault that it had all hurt just a tad bit to much. Your feelings had been built up for years, to all crumble in the matter of five minutes. After all, what could she of expected when all she replied with was a simple “I’m sorry.” like it could’ve fixed everything. All your mind could think of was how much you had screwed up your relationships and it bothered you so much you had spent your entire weekend sleepless.
Monday had seemed to come around too early as you as you took what seemed like small baby steps towards your school’s courtyard. You held your breath hoping not to see the older girl standing in your circle of friends. Jennie was nowhere to be seen though and you couldn’t help but finally breathe out again as relief spread through your body.
“Hey bub!” Jisoo had been the first to greet you with her bright enthusiastic smile and open arms. Of course you had rushed into her warm embrace as you found her hugs the only thing that made you feel content.
“I’m assuming you all know by now?” you asked, giving a quick glance at Rosé and Lisa. Lisa was the first to reply as she gave Rosé small nudge at her side. You purse your lips as you just nodded and assured them that everything was okay and that it didn’t affect you that in much. They didn’t seem convinced and you knew that in the back of your mind but you weren’t going to say anything to make the situation worse than you already felt it was. You avoided asking where Jennie was, thankful that you had the chance to let your guard down when she wasn’t around. The classes had passed by gruellingly slowly but you had eventually been able to walk out of the school building alive and well if you could dare say. As you punched in the code to your apartment you had the shock of your life when you saw Jennie, already situated in your couch, waiting for you to come home. A loud shriek had come from you as you dropped your binder on the cold hard wood floor. A soft chuckle had escaped from Jennie’s lips as you scrambled to pick up the scattered papers on the floor. Jennie crouched over in front of you, staring at your face intently as you reorganized your binder. Truth be told you were uncomfortable. Was there suddenly something on your face? Maybe you had seaweed on your teeth from earlier? Too many possibilities were running through your mind.
“Clumsy as always I see.” she mumbled softly, lips forming a small pout, that you would’ve died for if this whole mess hadn’t happened. “What are you doing here?” you questioned, voice almost a whisper. “I wanted to smooth things over with you.” she answered, seeming unpleased that you were bothered by her presence. “I’m not sure what there is to smooth over, therefore you may get going now.” you grumbled. You saw her flinch in the corner of your eye from your own tone, but you stood up nonetheless and moved to the kitchen where you hopefully wouldn’t have to face her any longer. “But we really need to talk….” Jennie trailed off.
“I believe we’ve covered this topic in too much detail already Jennie.” you scoffed. Before she could further protest, you gave the panicked girl a look and she had known it wasn’t the time. For the first time since you has met Jennie you had finally managed to make the confident girl speechless. You were trying to protect yourself no matter how you came off to others, the explaining could be done later anyways you figured. Jennie gave up as she shut the door softly behind her on the way out of your apartment, knowing well that she couldn’t consider it her second home any longer.
You were sorry, you felt remorse and you just wanted to hug the hurt look out of Jennie’s eyes when you had snapped at her earlier. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t be the little girl who trailed behind her anymore. After all, the hurt that flashed in her eyes couldn’t compare to what you had felt for years now.
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Trans-related rambling ahead – Boobs: So now that I’ve solidly set my sights on having top surgery I get the news that there probably aren’t any surgeons in my entire state who do top surgery! There are plenty who do mastectomies for cancer patients and as a pre-emptive measure against cancer and plenty who do breast reductions… but none who are trained or willing to do mastectomy for gender reasons! (Apparently that requires a bit of different reconstruction skills than the others.) I live on the Kentucky-Virginia border so I’m close to Tennessee, Virginia, and West Virginia but my insurance likely only covers in-state surgery (at least as far as I know, it’s Medicaid.) I originally wanted just a reduction, which I could still get if I go in for back pain complaints, but I really just want them gone completely now and it’s really upsetting to decide on that, see that my insurance will cover it, but then find out that no one in the state will do it! And I don’t have any binders I can wear right now. Well, I do but I bought those years ago and I’ve gained quite a bit of weight since then and I’m afraid they won’t fit. Plus, my DDD/F boobs, even in the best binder only go down to looking like a C cup at best and I know fat guys have boobs but they just look unnatural and you can tell they’re being held tight in a binder and they’re still so large so it really doesn’t help with any dysphoria. Wearing larger shirts to make them less noticeable doesn’t work when you’re already wearing a 2-3x and can’t find any bigger shirts, lest of all in a style you like. Plus, my mom accidentally put them in storage and our storage building is so full it’d be a miracle if I ever found them again orz. I have no money or job rn so buying a new one is also out. I know the weight loss surgery may reduce my breasts some but I want them gone! Not just smaller! Plus, even when I wasn’t very heavy, my breasts were still pretty big so I know that even if I lose weight and they do go down some, it ain’t gonna be by much orz. *sigh* I just want them gone! Gone! Gone! *cries* Hormones: I’ve also been wondering about taking hormones lately. I never wanted to before ‘cause I didn’t want more hair or a lower voice but I got to thinking that it may help redistribute my fat so I look a little less womanly. Also, I always thought my voice was already low and manly but then I got listening to myself when I make phone calls and using a voice analyzer app and when I’m talking properly, my voice is super womanly! So maybe a little bit of lowering wouldn’t hurt??? Being Outed/Name Issues: I finally let my mom know about my name change being official and she… didn’t take it too well. At first, it wasn’t too bad; not good but not horrific. But then one of my aunts, who I didn’t know I still had on Facebook, saw my posts about it. That scared me but was fine until she told my other aunt and uncle who then told the rest of my family, including my dad and sis! My sis finding out was the worst! (My dad hasn’t said anything but he normally doesn’t no matter how much he dislikes something, just keeps it to himself or tells everyone but you.) My sis, however, has now gone crazy about wanting to change her own name and that’s lead to some not good conversations with my mom that I’ve been unlucky enough to overhear. Needless to say, my mom was more upset about my name change than she initially let on and it eventually got to talk and threats of disownment… To make things worse, my sis and I saw a doc at our clinic the other day about our weight loss surgeries and they overly chatty doc we wound up with that day decided to just mention, right in front of my sis, about me wanting a mastectomy (which was in my file, I didn’t mention it to her.) And then mentioning about gender dysphoria and wanting to be a boy - right in front of my sis who had no clue about me being trans and whom I didn’t want to know!! So yeah, she outed me to my sis. And since she left the door open and other patients waiting on her in their rooms also had their doors open and this woman was so talky and loud – pretty much everyone in the hallway that day now knows! I later had to convince my sis later that I just wanted my boobs smaller and that I wasn’t trans and such (so I was forced to lie…something that I really don’t like to do but telling my sis would have ended with her telling my entire fam so I didn’t have much choice.) And this doc was obviously inept about gender identities so I had to listen to her “But you have a bow (it was a bat) in your hair and you’re wearing a skirt, so you can’t want to be a boy or have dysphoria!” “You want your breasts gone!? Oh goodness why!? Please don’t!” Uggghhhhhh….. And then I’m also dealing with the “is this just a phase?” background thoughts. Haaahhhhhhh…. So like, everything seems cool right now at my house but my background anxiety is so high and I’m so worried of what’s going to happen that I reached out to a former teacher (and staff member over my college’s GSA) for help on finding somewhere to live if things go really south. She hasn’t gotten back to my yet though but I’m just really trying to act chill while simultaneously freaking out cause everything about my trans-ness is going to hell right now!!
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INTP gift giving guide
I’ve been told before that I’m a hard person to buy presents for. I think that’s a load of crap because everyone sells books and coffee but whatever. To help all you NON-INTP’s out there I’ve put together some things that may help you during this season of gift giving. My fellow INTP’s if I’ve missed something feel free to add.
First let’s hope you know your INTP before attempting to buy or make them a gift.
If you’re INTP is of the scientist/logician persuasion you can’t go wrong with the following:
1) The Chaos Machine
2) Build your own Eco Robot (don’t be offended if the robot never gets built)
3) National Geographic-ANYTHING National Geographic is a WIN. One of the best gifts anyone ever game me was the complete series of National Geographics on discs all the way back to the first one. HOURS of fun!!!
If your INTP is more of the fandome/obsession persuasion you want to be careful here. You can go horribly wrong in this category so make sure you know what fandome and what ships in that fandome! Do not cross ships!!! You will accidentally wound your INTP’s heart.
1) ETSY--type in “Fandom Merch”..go to town.
2) POP figures of said fandom
3) Manga’s/DVD’s/Blue Ray’s/Video Games/Video Game Merch all good areas to pick from.
4) Anything homemade. With an INTP it really is the thought that counts. You could give me a macaroni necklace painted in water colors and I would treasure it because I would know that you were thinking of me when you crafted it. In high school I had a friends mom put together a collection of “wise thoughts” into a three prong binder and gift it to me for graduation. I still have it and I still treasure it.
5) Book merch signed by the author. Also Books signed by the author..also, also BOOKS!
If your INTP is more of the “Puzzle solver” variety then Board Games of skill, NOT CHANCE!, and also Card Games.
1)Cards against Humanity (Always a blast, always funny)
2) UNO/Phase 10/Skipbo
3)Cards for playing poker, black jack, spoons. That sort of thing
4) RISK
5) Clue (bonus if you can find a clue game that crosses one of our fandoms)
6) Chess, but ONLY if you’re also willing to play with us.
7) Magic-The Gathering or some other card game of that nature. For me it was the Harry Potter card game.
8)Video Games that require solving puzzles like UnCharted 4 and Rime. Also Hidden Object games which incorporate puzzles solving.
If you’re INTP is of the “self help” or on a voyage of “self discovery” then I recommend the following:
1) A leather bound journal. Make it cool with some embossing so they will be inspired to write in it.
2) Awesome pens. The more colors the better
3) Stickers, any kind as long as it’s makes you laugh out loud when you see them.
4) Polaroid camera so your INTP can capture candid moments on their journey to put into their journal. *Little known INTP secret* We love taking pictures, not so much being in them, but making the world the subject of them.
Some simple guidelines to remember when searching for the “perfect gift” your INTP won’t actually care what the item itself is so much as they care about the thought you put into it. It’s more important to an INTP that your gift shows them that you really know them, that you “get them” and that you celebrate our weirdness with us. THAT’s the best gift you can give an INTP.
Happy Gift Giving!!!
xoxo
INTP-girl
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Gundam IBO Fic: In which Yamagi is sick and Shino visits him.
Title: Shot on Goal
Author: ryukoishida
Fandom: Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Norba Shino/Yamagi Gilmerton (ShinoYama); also features Ride, Biscuit, Eugene, Mikazuki, Akihiro
Prompt: When Yamagi is sick with the flu. [Modern high school AU]
Commission for: Client doesn’t want to be tagged, but they’re gracious enough to let me post it on this blog, so yay!
Writing Commission | Editing and Translation Service
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From the same AU:
i. Modern Love Affair
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“Is Orga going to be okay? He’s been sick for three days already…”
In the men’s change room, someone is asking the vice-captain of Tekkadan High School’s ice hockey team, a junior with a small, lean stature but a speedy and aggressive play style that has all other top-tier teams shiver with fear just from hearing his name: Mikazuki Augus.
“Calm down, Eugene,” he’s saying now as he unlaces his skates in an unhurried pace, his voice drawling in his usual calm manner that always makes his teammates wonder whether the young man ever worries about anything, “I visited him yesterday; he’s getting better already. Biscuit forced him to rest for another day just to make sure he fully recovers.”
“I’m just worried about our next match against Gjallarhorn,” Eugene Sevenstark states, brows dipped in worry as he mercilessly stuffs his jersey into his duffle bag. “It’s coming up this weekend and he’s been missing practice for the last few days. We’ve been playing in the same hockey club since we were thirteen, and I’ve never seen him miss more than a day of practice. Remember that time when he had that high fever two years ago?”
“He was fiercer and more reckless than usual,” Akihiro Altland, a brawny forward whose prowess and animalistic instinct are almost as frightfully acclaimed as Mikazuki’s brutal nature on the ice, recalls that particular match with a thoughtful murmur, “but we did win against the Brewers — 5 to 2, I believe?”
“Yeah, and then he passed out right after and had to be sent to the hospital for an IV drip,” Biscuit Griffon, the team’s dependable goaltender and clever tactician, shakes his head with a helpless expression – a mix of fondness and frustration for his idiotic friend and captain. “He just doesn’t know when to stop unless someone’s there to physically restrain him.”
They can all agree on their captain’s obstinate and passionate nature, at least. There’s no stopping Orga Itsuka once they see the blazing flames in those determined golden eyes; that’s also the reason why the entire team has entrusted the ambition and goal of winning this year’s National Inter-High Hockey Championships on him.
“You’re strangely quiet, Shino,” Biscuit observes from his place on the bench, his attention focused on the young man who has frozen in place by his locker, eyes glazed and head deep in his own thought, in the midst of packing up his own articles as they prepare to leave for the day. “What’s wrong?”
When Tekkadan’s right-winger, who’s known for his eccentric style on-ice as well as his gregarious personality off-ice, doesn’t reply, Biscuit sighs and tries again, this time a little louder, “Oi, earth to Shino!”
“Huh?” Norba Shino drops the towel he’s been holding at the call of his name, and he looks a little sheepish when he turns to see Biscuit giving him a perplexed glance. “W-what’s up?”
“You seem pretty out of it — during practice, too, you’ve missed far too many easy passes today,” Biscuit says, choosing his words carefully in case he steps on a sensitive topic that Shino may not feel comfortable enough to talk to him about, though he has a sense that it has to do with the library monitor Shino has let slip a few weeks ago. He had been blushing: Norba Shino, who has no awareness of shame when it comes to embarrassing topics common for their age like relationship and sex, was genuinely blushing when he accidentally blurted out to Eugene about the cute library monitor who almost killed him with a stack of hard-cover books — unintentionally, of course.
Biscuit had been watching the entire exchange, but had said nothing then.
“Was it really that bad?” Shino chuckles uneasily, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.
“If Orga had been here today, he would have yelled at you and gotten you to do extra shooting drills after practice. So, do you want to tell me what’s going on? I may not be able to help, but I’m always here to lend an ear.”
“Thanks, Biscuit,” Shino slaps his teammate’s shoulder lightly with a small grin, and then his face crumbles once again into that uncharacteristic distracted expression seldom seen on the confident young man. “The thing is… You know how this wave of flu has already affected so many people at school?”
He pauses again, uncertain of how to resume, and Biscuit nods encouragingly for him to continue. The flu season always arrives at this time every year, and some students are more resistant to the virus than others; however, this year’s virus seems especially vicious, since it’s strong enough even to defeat the great Orga Itsuka himself who boasts of never falling sick for more than two days.
“There’s someone…” Shino starts again, lowering his head as he tries to concentrate on putting the rest of his personal items into his bag, “…he hasn’t shown up at school for the last couple of days, and I’m worried… I mean, it’s probably nothing, right? People take days off school all the time! And it’s none of my business, obviously, because we’re not that close or anything—”
“Why don’t you go visit him and see for yourself?” Biscuit smoothly interrupts Shino’s rambling monologue and suggests.
“That’s a bit too forward,” Shino’s eyes flicker, and then he looks over at the goaltender hesitantly, “don’t you think?”
“The Norba Shino I know would take any opportunity — even the stupidest, most risky ones — to try for a goal,” Biscuit says, a hand on the forward’s shoulder a comfortable weight.
There’s a brief moment during which Biscuit can almost see the gears in Shino’s head turning furiously until the light in his eyes returns to its usual optimistic glimmer.
“You’re right! Thanks, man!” Shino flashes him his signature grin and quickly finishes packing the rest of his belongings before he shoots out of the change room.
“What’s his hurry?” Mikazuki murmurs with quiet amusement in his eyes.
Biscuit only responds with a shrug and a knowing smile.
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“Excuse me,” Shino lays one arm across the counter when he finally catches his breath, his eyes darting this way and that inconspicuously as if he’s trying to search for someone but not wanting anyone to notice this very obvious mission. He’s failing pretty hard though, but the library monitor on duty today — a sophomore named Ride Mass whom Shino sometimes sees during the few instances he’s actually visited the library — merely gives him a hard, guarded look as he waits for the hockey player to continue. He swallows noisily and asks, “Uh… is-is, um, Yamagi Gilmerton around?”
“No,” the boy who’s at least a head shorter than Shino’s impressive height replies coldly, crossing his arms as though to signify the end of their conversation.
Shino tries again, hazel eyes pleading with despair, “Do you know if he’s doing okay? I noticed he hasn’t come to school for the last few days, and uh, I just wanted to make sure he’s… um…” The hockey player gradually lets his sentence fade, incomplete, because Ride is outright glaring at him with obvious distaste, and if looks could kill, Shino is sure that he’d be bleeding to his death at this point.
“You’re a junior, aren’t you? Why do you care if a sophomore doesn’t show up to class?” Ride doesn’t even bother looking at him as he shuffles and puts the stack of papers into a binder, slamming it shut with such ferocity that Shino almost jumps back.
He’s absolutely right; Shino realizes this belatedly. What reason does he have for worrying over an almost-stranger?
They haven’t known each other long — hell, he doesn’t think they’ve even exchanged a proper conversation since the first time they met about a month ago — but Shino can’t help but haunt the old, musty library located in one of the most run-down buildings of the campus on days when he doesn’t have practice, just hoping to run into the timid library monitor with hair as gold as the first rays of spring sunlight after a long, harsh winter, eyes as gentle as the wisps of clouds drifting over summer sky, and smiles as rare and beautiful as the blooming of epiphyllum blossoms.
Shino cannot find a valid reason without sounding like an idiot or worst, a creepy stalker, and he looks so utterly defeated that Ride, who finally spares him a glance after tidying the counter to his satisfaction, heaves a sigh and takes pity on the poor boy.
“You’re actually worried about him, aren’t you?” Ride’s tone bears less thorns than before, though his eyes remain cautious as he scrutinizes the hockey player with an aloof gaze.
“Of course!” Shino replies without a second thought, and his exclaim comes out a little louder than expected. He claps a hand over his mouth when Ride sends him another dirty look.
“Yamagi told me about you.”
“H-he did?” Shino is half-excited and half-concerned, but it doesn’t look like Ride will elaborate on that.
“He doesn’t have to say it out loud; it’s obvious he’s quite taken with you. And I’ve told him guys like you — blessed with good looks, popular with the crowd, going along the flow without a damn care in the world — will only break his heart,” Ride has no time or patience to sugarcoat his thoughts when it comes to people he wants to protect.
“Man, you really got an unforgiving mouth, don’t you?” Shino tries not to let Ride’s opening statement get into his head.
“This is my nice mode,” Ride grins threateningly at him, and then in a more lenient manner, he relents, “I’m going over to his place after my shift. If you want to come along, at least don’t show up empty-handed.”
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“It’s so wonderful that you boys have come to see Yamagi,” Merribit Stapleton Kassapa leads the two students up the staircase to her stepson’s bedroom, “he’s feeling a bit better today, but he’ll be happy to have some company over.”
“It’s no problem at all, Ms. Merribit,” Ride replies politely while Shino trails behind. Merribit has given him an odd look when they entered the Kassapa residence though she’s been gracious enough to hold her tongue, simply accepting his stuttered introduction as Yamagi’s classmate with a gentle smile, but now that Shino is here, knowing Yamagi is just behind that door, his heart is palpitating hard not unlike before an important game.
Merribit leaves them at the door, thanking them again before she returns downstairs.
Ride knocks on the door and enters when he hears a weak “come in” from inside.
“Hey Yamagi, you’re looking better than yesterday,” Ride greets his friend.
“Thanks,” Yamagi croaks faintly from his bed, his lower back supported by two pillows, eyes blood-shot and bleary from medication-induced drowsiness, and blond locks messier than usual from constantly turning during restless and intermittent sleep over the last few days, “my throat’s still sore though.”
“Well, I hope my gift will cure the rest of it. Look who I brought along with me today.”
With a mischievous grin, Ride steps aside from the doorway to reveal his surprise guest, who stands rooted to the ground after that unexpected introduction.
“Um, hey Yamagi,” Shino finally locates his voice after a poignant delay with Ride nudging his elbow insistently against Shino’s ribs.
“Hello,” Yamagi’s voice turns even softer and more muffled, the lower half of his face hidden by the blanket. His fever has gone since last night, but at the sight of Shino — all wide eyes, broad shoulders, and looking a little sheepish, which should not look so damn adorable on someone who’s almost six feet tall — his cheeks are growing uncomfortably flushed again.
Part of him is pleasantly surprised to see the boy he hasn’t stopped thinking about since their awkward first meeting, but the other half of him is horrified at the thought of his crush seeing him in such a pathetic and unattractive state.
Damn Ride and his over-enthused effort, Yamagi curses half-heartedly in his head.
“W-why are you here?” Yamagi murmurs, and then realizes that he’s probably being rude, but the illness and the medicine have destroyed his brain-to-mouth filter, and Shino doesn’t even seem to notice or mind the slightest.
“I heard you’re sick so I got you some uh, stuff,” Shino lifts up the plastic bag as if to emphasize this fact, “fruit jellies and sports drink and the like. I hope you don’t mind me barging in like this unannounced.”
“It’s fine,” Yamagi replies quickly, pulling his blanket down far enough to reveal his heated cheeks and arid lips, “thanks for coming.”
“You’re welcome,” Shino sets the bag down on Yamagi’s immaculately organized desk, gaze averted. The next few seconds is painfully long and awkwardly tense, and Ride can’t stand it anymore.
“Anyway, I just swing by to bring you notes from today’s classes,” Ride places the aforementioned papers on his friend’s desk, “I actually have to head to my part-time job now, so Shino, I’ll leave my best friend in your care. See you tomorrow, Yamagi.”
“R-Ride, hold on…”
“Don’t screw this up,” Ride mutters fiercely when he stalks past Shino’s frozen figure, and then he’s out of Yamagi’s room, the door closing behind him with a final click.
“I’m sorry about that,” Yamagi starts as soon as he hears the footsteps fading away, gathering his blanket around so he can sit up properly to face Shino, who’s still standing by his desk, “Ride can be a bit… brash to people he doesn’t know.”
“I’m pretty sure he hates my guts,” Shino chuckles, already looking a little less rigid than a short while ago, “but he’s just looking out for you. I can understand that.”
“He’s a good friend,” Yamagi agrees, a gentle smile warming the blue of his eyes, and for a brief second, Shino finds that he’s momentarily distracted by the curve of the other boy’s mouth and the dimples on his cheeks. “Shino?”
“W-would you like a jelly?” Shino really has to stop embarrassing himself in front of his crush like this, so he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, which only seems to make him look like a bumbling fool who trips over his own words.
“Yes, please,” Yamagi accepts a plastic spoon and the container of jelly, of which Shino has thoughtfully torn the plastic cover, with a grateful nod and another heart-stopping smile. After eating three days’ worth of tasteless toast and porridge, the orange jelly bursts with a delightful tart-sweetness on his tongue, and he’s unknowingly closed his eyes in bliss.
Entranced by the other boy’s expression, Shino wanders to the side of Yamagi’s bed and kneels down. At this distance, Shino can smell the refreshing citrus scent, close enough that he’s able to count Yamagi’s ashen gold lashes, fine and long and curled upwards like crescent moons. His warmth is intoxicating yet strangely reassuring, and Shino knows that if he reaches out now, the worst-case scenario is that he’ll be rejected on the spot and get slapped across the face, but he’s always been the type to take risks, and he thinks he’s willing to risk everything — including a broken heart — if only he’ll get an answer from him.
Gently, he cradles the side of Yamagi’s face.
The reaction is instantaneous: Yamagi drops his spoon in alarm, which clatters onto the floor, and he’s blinking rapidly at the unfamiliar sensation until he can focus on the other boy’s steady gaze directly before him, Shino’s eyes brimming with an emotion that Yamagi is afraid to put a name on, a feeling that he’s dreamed to be reciprocated.
“S-Shino…?” his voice is unsteady, and his frame is shaking under the blanket.
Just to be safe, Shino eases the half-finished jelly out of Yamagi’s hand and places it on the ground before facing Yamagi once more.
“Is it true?” he asks.
“What?” Yamagi’s heart rate spikes up; it’s almost too painful to take another breath but he doesn’t want it to ever stop, doesn’t want Shino to ever stop touching his cheek as if he’s the most delicate and precious treasure.
“Earlier today, Ride mentioned that…”
“Oh my god, what did he say?” Yamagi interrupts him before he can continue, and then words are crashing down like a waterfall as Yamagi officially descends into his panic mode, “Actually, whatever he’s said, please just… forget about it, okay? He’s such a blabber mouth and I should’ve never told him that. That was a terrible mistake, why did I do that?”
“So, it’s true then — you do like me?” Shino’s cheeks heat up slightly when he utters those words, but regret is the last thing on his mind.
Yamagi bites his lower lip hard enough to turn the skin there even redder, eyes conflicted and his heart even more so. In the end, he can’t lie to himself, and it’s impossible to deny Shino when he’s looking at him with such earnestness, like he’s looking forward to yet also afraid of Yamagi’s answer.
He nods once.
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way though,” Yamagi immediately says, lowering his gaze to stare at his fidgeting hands, “I’d never expect—”
“Who said anything about not feeling the same way?”
Shino’s question makes Yamagi look up at him in wonder, stunned like he can’t believe what he’s just heard, and the hockey player laughs with something akin to relief but mostly with elation, the sound bubbling from the depth of his chest, golden and comforting and kind.
“I like you, too, Yamagi Gilmerton,” Shino says, every syllable distinct with no way of his intention being misinterpreted, and his eyes glimmer with hope when he asks, “Will you go out with me?”
Another pause on Yamagi’s part, his mouth slightly parted in bewilderment, and then to Shino’s amusement, the younger boy mutters, “Shit. Is my fever so high that I’m starting to have hallucinations?”
With an affectionate chuckle and painstaking tenderness to his movement, Shino sweeps Yamagi’s chaotic forelocks to the side of his face and leans down to place a chaste kiss against his forehead. Shino’s lips are cool and dry against the other boy’s heated skin, and even as Shino leans back to look at him with a small, hesitant smile, Yamagi can feel the lingering sensation where his lips has touched, a stream of sunlight that’s making his blood sing and his heart dance with indescribable happiness.
“Has your hallucination ever felt this real?”
“No,” Yamagi admits, “though I’ve had some frighteningly realistic dreams recently.” He clamps his mouth shut when he realizes too late that once again he’s spoken too much, but Shino only ruffles his hair and laughs lightly, the sound soaked with light of dawn.
“About me?” he asks, grinning.
Yamagi ducks his head in embarrassment, his face and neck somehow growing even hotter, the shade of rose-pink spreading lovingly across his pale skin that disappears enticingly beneath the rumpled fabric of his t-shirt.
“Yeah,” he concedes, almost inaudible.
The blanket feels too constricting — his clothes, too — like he’s asphyxiated by Shino’s mere proximity, his fingers still combing through his hair, and it’s at once hypnotic and exhilarating. He wants more but he’s suddenly too exhausted to even speak, his mind pleasantly warm and blank and he wishes this moment, may it be a fever-induced dream or a self-conceived reverie, will last awhile longer yet.
Yamagi feels a wave of drowsiness sweeps over him, his eyelids heavy with the yearning to rest.
“You should lie down; you look really flushed,” Shino feels Yamagi’s forehead with the back of his hand, frowning in concern; he helps Yamagi recline upon his bed in a more comfortable position despite the younger boy’s protest. “Should I go get Ms. Merribit?”
“I’m fine,” Yamagi reassures him, voice a little slurred and his eyes already closed, when Shino has arranged the blanket cozily around him.
“All right, I’ll let you rest then, okay? I’ll see you at school,” Shino is about to stand up, but Yamagi, as drained as he is, somehow still manages to catch his wrist with his slender fingers. “Yamagi?”
“Will you stay until I fall asleep?” His eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings when he breathes out.
If this is only a dream, at least let him stay just a bit longer, Yamagi thinks to himself. He feels Shino’s strong, calloused fingers lacing loosely with his, and his heart calms as the storm of turmoil and doubt that has lasted for almost a month dies with the touch of their hands, the first inkling of thread connecting their hearts.
“Of course.”
It’s only after Shino is already on the train when he remembers that Yamagi hasn’t quite respond to his earlier request, but he will ask him again when they see each other at school. Time is on their side after all.
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Extras
Tekkadan Team Positions:
- Orga (senior): Captain; Defense
- Mikazuki (junior): Vice-captain; Forward centre
- Biscuit (senior): Goaltender
- Akihiro (senior): Forward left winger
- Shino (junior): Forward right winger
- Eugene (junior): Defense
Library Monitors:
- Yamagi (sophomore): Robotics club
- Takaki (sophomore): Literature club
- Ride (sophomore): Visual arts club
#gundam: iron blooded orphans#gundam ibo#g tekketsu#shinoyama#norba shino#yamagi gilmerton#norba/yamagi#bowie's crappy writing
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Dust Pans and Otaku Wigs (A collection of Kirumi/Tsumugi one-shots)
Situation: Tsumugi tries to take care of a sick Kirumi
I’ve been sick recently myself, so I decided maybe I should write a one shot where Kirumi, the maid, is sick and Tsumugi tries to help her get better. Key word is TRY. I can’t promise she’ll be 100 percent helpful and it’s set in Tsumugi’s POV btw. Enjoy. Btw, warning: I am not a doctor and warning #2: Ouma is trans in this
Tsumugi usually didn’t wake up at 3AM to the sounds of someone groaning in pain, but she did this time.
If it had been anyone else, she probably would of turned her head and fell back to sleep, but she knew immediately who was sick the second she heard the groan.
She immediately got up and ran into the room where the noise was coming from, turned the lights on and went over to the bed.
She saw Kirumi Tojo, the ultimate maid and her girlfriend, lying there, in pain.
She immediately rushed towards her and checked her forehead. She could tell almost immediately that Kirumi had a temperature.
“Kirumi! Are you okay? You have a temperature!” She immediately said, sitting at the end of the maid’s bed.
Kirumi was in obvious pain, Tsumugi knew that, but as soon she walked in, she started to act like she was okay.
“Shirogane-chan, I’ll be okay, it’s probably just too hot here, I promise you, I’ll probably be okay in the morning.” She said, but Tsumugi saw that Kirumi seemed to of been in pain just from saying that.
“No, I definitely think you’re sick, you should rest tomorrow.” She said, Kirumi shook her head.
“I’ll be perfectly okay Shirogane-chan, I’ll probably be okay by tomorrow. You’re acting like you’re my mother.”
Kirumi tried to get up but Tsumugi immediately pushed her back down onto the bed and put the blanket over her, “You need sleep.”
“But I have work tomorrow…”
“You don’t until you get better!”
Kirumi tried to get up again but Tsumugi gently put her to sleep again, “I promise you, you’ll get better under my watch, I’ll do all your jobs until you feel better my lovely maid.” She purred, stroking her hair.
“I’ll be back tomorrow. I’ll make sure you feel better soon.” She told her before Kirumi fell asleep, Tsumugi wanted to sleep next to her in case she needed help, but she also had the risk of getting sick.
She kissed Kirumi gently before walking back to her own room. Looks like she’d have to take control of all of Kirumi’s jobs tomorrow.
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Tsumugi got up two hours later, at 5am, she knew Kirumi often got up early to take care of everyone, it was the weekend so no one had school.
Tsumugi found the maid outfit she made Kirumi, she put it on, was it revealing? Yes, but it may give the boys a treat. She grabbed a feather duster, she hoped she looked sexy. But it was her plan to help Kirumi, not look sexy.
Tsumugi went into the kitchen. Great, what food does Kirumi make? What are the recipes? She thought.
She grabbed a book that was nearby, maybe that could help? She went into the fridge, she literally could only find large bottles of grape Fanta. Okay, she found pieces of fruit too, but that didn’t matter. The first though she thought was, Ouma I’m going to kill you later.
She literally had no idea what to do, she kept looking at the cupboards, maybe she should go shopping, what food did she need?
She kept thinking this until she saw Kirumi was walking downstairs, much to her shock, “Kirumi? What are you doing? Go back to bed! I can do this!”
“Well first of all, I have jobs to do, so I’m going to do them, you seem to be having problems.” She told her.
Tsumugi looked annoyed, “Kirumi, I’m doing all the jobs for you, until you get better of course. The more you rest the sooner you can get back to work. And I don’t have any problems.”
Kirumi didn’t bother to argue with her, “Fine.” She said, but she didn’t move and just watched Tsumugi attempt to work.
Tsumugi kept checking the cupboards, then she went back to the fridge and grabbed some fruit.
“I guess we’ll be having fruit for breakfast.” Tsumugi told herself. Placing a different fruit on each plate and leaving it there.
Kirumi didn’t know what to do, but Tsumugi was trying at least, “Do you have a list of chores you do everyday?” Tsumugi asked her.
Kirumi passed a list of chores to Tsumugi, who took it and looked at it, “So… you make food, clean clothes for everyone, clean the rooms, oh boy, your list is long!” She told her, she just placed the plates on the table. “I have no time for breakfast, I must get started!” She said, running towards the other rooms.
Kirumi shook her head, Tsumugi was going to be the death of her.
Tsumugi grabbed the washing basket and went to the washing machine when, while putting clothes in, to her surprise, she found a chest binder.
“Huh? How owns this?” She asked herself out loud. Holding it up.
“Must belong to one of the boys. Let me gather them all,” she said, holding the binder under her arm and rushing off to gather them all.
When she finally had gathered them all (yes even Kiibo), she started to speak.
“Alright, listen up! My girlfriend is sick so I decided to do her jobs for today! But when I started cleaning I found this!” She held up the chest binder, “Come clean, which one of you owns it? I won’t judge, but I need to know so I can give it back.”
All of the boys stayed silent, Tsumugi started to get more annoyed with them by the minute.
“I’m not letting any of you leave until I get the truth! Which one of you owns it? If you don’t, I’ll be forced to watch my videos and try to find out.” She snapped, again, no one replied.
“Ugh, I just remembered, I don’t record all of you. Maybe I’ll just judge based on how girly you l-” She began to say, but someone cut her off.
“Ugh, why are you being transphobic Tsumugi?” Ouma asked, Tsumugi glared at him.
“I’m not, I just want to know who owns the binder so I can give it back.”
“And you had to get all the boys here just to find out?” Ouma asked, “Couldn’t you of asked individually?”
Tsumugi then realised, That probably would of been a good idea…
“Well if you want some truths, it’s mine! Saihara can confirm it’s not a lie!” Ouma told her, going up and snatching the binder off her.
“I haven’t even washed it yet!” She told him but Ouma wasn’t listening to her and just stormed off. The other boys were just standing there, watching everything.
Tsumugi slipped out, so far, today was not going well.
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Tsumugi finally sighed in exhaustion, no matter how hard she tried at doing chores, she messed up at least once.
Ouma refused to talk to her all day, she accidentally made a BIGGER mess while cleaning the rooms and she couldn’t make any food for anyone.
How is Kirumi able to do all of this? She thought, she finally managed to go up to Kirumi’s room.
The maid was still sick, but Tsumugi could tell she was looking healthier, that’s a relief she thought.
“Shirogane-chan, while I appreciate the fact you are doing this for me, and I do think your intentions are good, I have been receiving complaints.” She said, sitting up.
“Yes, I know I messed up with Ouma but-”
“I am aware you didn’t attempt to be transphobic, but from everything I heard, that wasn’t your only mistake. They complained that you barely gave anything to eat, you caused bigger messes in their rooms and-”
“I’m sorry… I wanted you to rest as you’re sick and I attempted to help you with your chores, but maybe next time I’ll stick to my cosplaying.” Tsumugi sighed, Kirumi nodded.
“I’m feeling better now, but it is late, maybe you should go to sleep.” Kirumi told her.
Tsumugi responded with, “Okay, but in the case you get more sick, I’ll be staying with you.” She grabbed blankets and made herself a bed on the ground before falling asleep, except for times when she heard Kirumi say something that sounded bad, or made any sort of noise that sounded odd.
When she started again, Tsumugi just went into the bed with her and just held onto and hugged her for the rest of the night.
Honestly, she didn’t care if she herself got sick right now, she just wanted to comfort her hardworking girlfriend.
#drv3#danganronpa shipping#danganronpa v3#kirumi tojo#tsumugi shirogane#Dust Pans and Otaku Wigs#DRV3 shipping
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