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lizhaoyu · 5 months

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Why so shy? PART 1

A/N: Hey, gays. I'm back with a new fic. I started maining Iso for a little over the week, and I can say that I'm loving him. I haven't been seeing a lot of fanfics for him, so I took it upon myself to make one. Iso might be OOC, and I gave the reader shadow abilities because I'm gay. Enjoy thirsting.

Part 1 (You are here.)

Part 2

(Iso x Shy!GN!Reader<3)

Nervous.

That's exactly what you were feeling right now.

You've heard there was a new Valorant Agent coming around, and like the others, you came to greet him with a warm welcome.

But no one really ever said that the new recruit was this attractive.

Currently, the new recruit was greeting Jett and Phoenix who came up to him first.

Meanwhile, you were practically sweating buckets and very much trembling behind Jett.

What do I do??? Should I just walk away now????????, you thought.

"Hey." A smooth sounding voice interrupts your trail of thought.

OH FUCK, you internally died.

You turn to look at the new recruit, taking in his appearance.

Black hair, purple eyes, perfect skin, beautiful lips...

"U-Uh..." You let out. What were you supposed to say to the most attractive person you've ever met????

"I'm Iso." Iso looked directly into your eyes.

"I-I'm..." You stutter, unable to process the fact that he was speaking to you and looking into your eyes.

JESUS HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE WHAT DO I DO OH GOD FUCK IM GONNA COMBUST, you thought.

"Are you alright?" Iso asked, looking concerned.

"Bro, take it easy!" Phoenix ruffles your hair with a laugh. Right, you completely forgot about them. How were you not supposed to forget? A literal angel was in front of you.

"Don't worry, they're just shy." Phoenix grins, giving Iso a thumbs-up.

"I-I'm leaving!" You quickly ran away to hide your flushed face.

IS THAT SERIOUSLY MY FIRST IMPRESSION ON HIM? I'M FUCKED, you thought as your heart raced, your mind was frantic.

You ran quickly into your room, the metal door automatically closing behind you as you pressed a button to lock it.

You jumped in bed, unable to get Iso out of your mind. I mean, how were you supposed to? He looked absolutely astonishing and attractive that you immediately froze on the spot.

How were you supposed to talk to him like this? The moment he spoke to you, your heart immediately started doing cartwheels and your stomach was filled with a whole zoo of butterflies.

Even worse, you were reminded that Brimstone assigned you for the first training with the newbie. You were absolutely fucked.

Iso was to blame for looking like that. He was too attractive and handsome and beautiful and pretty and gorgeous and charming and lovely and delightful and appealing for his own good.

Right now, all you had to do was prepare yourself for Iso.

Last night, you barely had enough sleep. You were mentally preparing to face Iso without stuttering and your face flushing. You can't fuck up the training either, you had to keep up appearances.

You drag yourself out of your room with a tired expression, practically looking like a zombie out and about in the hallways.

You tried fixing your appearance, you really did. After all, you still had to look good despite the lack of sleep, right?

You press the button to open the training room's door, dragging yourself in with a sigh.

"Good morning." You hear Iso's voice beside you.

"Gah!" You jump, unable to process Iso's presence so early in the morning.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you." Iso chuckles.

"N- It's fine...!" You shook your head, trying to compose yourself and prevent your face to flush.

"We didn't get to properly talk yesterday. Again, I'm Iso." Iso gave you a small smile.

"I heard about you from Brimstone. You're supposed to train me, right?" Iso continued.

"Ah-, yes. Should we start or do you want to warm up first?" You gave him a nervous smile. You tried hard not to stutter, really.

"No need. I'm really excited to see your abilities. Brimstone said that I should see for myself." Iso shook his head.

"Let's start. Grab whichever gun you feel comfortable with on the rack, and we'll start with the headshot accuracy training first." You nod, taking a Sheriff. It's one of your best picks, and you were eager to give Iso a great second impression.

Iso nods, standing beside you and taking a Vandal from the table.

TOO CLOSE HSGDGSAFDHASFD, you thought as you walked to the controller and spawning the training dummies.

"R-Right, so... For the first challenge, I need you to shoot the dummies in under 30 seconds. Try to get as much headshots as possible." You held the Sheriff tightly.

"Understood." Iso nods, getting into a stance and aiming his Vandal at the dummies, waiting for your approval to start.

"Begin." You nod to Iso, keeping an eye on his accuracy.

Iso quickly started shooting the targets, finishing them off with great accuracy and speed.

OMBSJDGJHASDG HE'S SO COOL AHSHASAHJGDS, you thought.

"Did I do good?" Iso looks at you, breaking your trail of thought.

"Oh- yes! Very good." You laugh nervously, checking your timer.

dont blush dont blush dont blush, you thought.

"You destroyed them all in 17.2 seconds, nice!" You smile, pocketing the timer.

"We can start with peer-to-peer ability counter training now... Uh, basically, we 1v1 but like... No shooting each other, haha." You smile awkwardly.

"Do we not use guns?" Iso asks.

"W-Well, we do. But we take out the ammo to prevent any friendly-fire." You look away, your face reddening slightly.

You take out the ammo from your Sheriff. Iso sees this and starts taking out the magazine and ammo out of his Vandal as well.

"A-Anyway... My abilities are shadow-related, much like Omen. We're kinda different, though." You explain.

"Back to the training at hand, I want you to try and counter me and my abilities with your own. Rest assured that I won't hurt you." You smile nervously.

"I understand. Do we start now?" Iso nods.

"Yes, let's start." You nod, standing a few meters away from him.

Iso nods, casting his ability, Contingency, to help himself push forward. He pushed through his wall, hoping to try and disarm you of your weapon.

However, when Iso lunged through his wall, you were nowhere in sight. Iso looked around swiftly, trying to discern your location. Suddenly, Iso feels the muzzle of your Sheriff behind on his nape.

"Right here, Iso." You press the muzzle of your Sheriff gently behind his neck.

"Woah..." Iso mumbles, slowly turning around with his eyes wide, like a cat.

OH FUCK DID I JUST DO THAT? ADNJGDASHGDSBDASD, you thought.

"I- Sorry! I, uh..." You quickly put away the Sheriff, your face flushing.

"How did you do that? That was amazing." Iso asks, his voice showing signs of eagerness.

OMG DID HE JUST COMPLIMENT ME? I'M DEAD, your mind raced.

"Was that one of your abilities? That was awesome." Iso continues.

"I- Y-Yes! I call that one 'Shadow Fusion'. Basically, I merge myself in any type of shadow. You have a shadow under you, so I merged myself with it." You explain, albeit nervously.

"A-Anyway... That's all for today's training. You're free to keep training, though." You nod to Iso, walking back to the table and placing the Sheriff on the table.

"Can we train together again sometime?" Iso asks.

HE WANTS TO TRAIN WITH ME AGAIN? SSGDHAFSDH, your mind raced, your face turning a light shade of red.

"Uh- Yeah! Definitely...!" You nervously nod.

"I have a mission briefing with Brimstone soon, I need to run. Uh, see you!" You came up with an excuse to leave, your mind racing with thoughts of him.

"See you soon." Iso smiles, nodding.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA, you thought as you rushed out of the training room.

That night, not once did Iso ever leave your mind.

(A/N: Hey gaymers, is this story to your liking? Requests are open to request a specific plot for PART 2. I based reader's personality here with me, because I get so shy whenever an Iso is in game with me, lol.)

#iso x reader #iso valorant #valorant iso #valorant x reader

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fikefries · 15 days

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warm; draco malfoy

summary: fwb draco just wants to be close to you.

warnings: non established relationship

It was around 11pm on a chilly night as you layed on the emerald green sofa in the slytherin common room, watching the fireplace crackle and pop. After an exhausting, overwhelming day of back-to-back lessons whilst stressing about your O.W.L exams, you thought you'd give yourself a break, an escape from everything and everyone - to have some time for yourself.

You snuggled into the couch, tugging your warm blanket up, as you relished in the quiet, calming atmosphere. The soft fireplace exerted an aura of warmth and comfort, its gentle glow casting a mesmerizing hue across the dimly lit room, as you listened to the crackling of burning logs, adding to the ambience. This is just what you needed to wind down.

The soothing lull of the fireplace was soon interrupted by the sound of the common room door opening.

"y/n? love? are you in here?" a familiar voice called out softly

did he just call you "love"?

"im here draco" you replied, unable to hide the small smile that formed on your face. Why was he looking for you this late?

"what are you doing in here this late? i was looking for you everywhere, i checked your dorm but pansy said you never came back in." he replied while making his way toward the couch you were laying on.

"I just needed time away from everyone; especially pansy, merlin i cant deal with her meaningless chatter after a long day- wait a minute, why were you looking for me?"

"you cant laugh when i tell you" he said whilst hovering over the sofa you layed on, looking down at you.

"why would i laugh you idiot" you replied looking up at him

he stayed silent for a bit

"i missed you" he murmered

"hm? sorry? i didnt hear you" you heard what he said, you just wanted to hear him say it again.

"i said i missed you" he repeated, a little louder this time

"ive barely seen you the entire week" he added

you couldnt help the smile that formed on your face, you had the king of slytherin, the most intimidating student in the grade admit that he had missed you.

"you really are a big softie on the inside aren't you draco?" you chuckled lightly

"nevermind then i didnt miss you ill just leave-" he turned to leave

"noo im joking come back baby" you cut him off quickly, grabbing. his wrist and pulling him back towards you.

"i missed you too draco" you added whilst opening up your blanket, making space for him to climb in.

he climbed in slowly, trying not to put too much pressure on you as he layed his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your stomach. after pulling the blanket back over the two of you, your hands tangled in his golden locks, lightly scratching his scalp, the two of you in comfortable silence, relishing in each others company.

of course, having some alone time was great, but having the boy that you care for so much snuggled up into you like a baby was better.

draco tilted his head up slightly to look at you "wait a minute y/n- did you just call me baby like a minute ago-"

"i- i er- i dont know it just slipped off my tongue i guess-" you felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

"i liked it" he cut you off with his signature smirk plastered across his face.

you stayed silent, unsure of how to respond in your flustered state.

he moved his arm to your face brushing away a few stray hairs before softly tracing your jawline.

"you're so pretty y/n, the most gorgeous girl." he said before placing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your lips.

this was one of the most intimate moments between you and draco. at first, you had a "friends with benefits" relationship, though overtime you both seemed to have gotten quiet attached to each other. you couldnt act on it though because dracos father would disapprove, so you decided to not put any further thought into it, just letting things flow as they are friends with benefits style, although you both knew it was deeper than that.

let me know if u want a part 2!!

#draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco x reader #drarry fic recs #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter #marauders #x reader #ron weasley #james potter #slytherin

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iriesdreamworld · 2 years

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i don’t know how u feel about this so feel free to ignore if you’re uncomfortable but do you think you could do something about an annoying step brother (steve or mike u choose ❤️) it could be nsfw?

omg okay so this is just a little thing i kinda went off track from the request,sorry! but i think i’m gonna do a part 2 maybe.

warnings - swearing, stepcest, no actual smut just kissing

you were awoken to rustling coming from your bathroom. your room was still dark minus the crack of light from the door that had been left slightly ajar and your nightstand clock read 5.16am.

you rubbed your eyes before swinging your legs over the side of your bed and jumping down from the mattress. instantly your feet and whole body was colder and you slipped on your slippers before making your way to your bathroom.

your stepbrother had your first aid kit open and spread across your bathroom sink with blood covering his face and scoops ahoy uniform.

“steve? what happened?” you ask and he stills before turning to you.

“why are you awake?” he asks seemingly annoyed, like you’d interrupted him.

“because you’re in my bathroom making noise? now what the heck happened?” you question him again but he ignores you, carrying on with his attempts to remove some of the blood.

“steve if somebody hurt you you can tell me.” you press him and he rolls his eyes before throwing the wipe down against your sink angrily.

“god just go back to bed. im fine.”

“whatever, if you’re not gonna tell me what happened im going to get my dad.” you say before turning to leave but he quickly grabbed the door handle slamming it shut and trapping you between it and him.

“why the fuck have you always gotta be such a snitch? oh i’m gonna go tell my daddy, god fucking grow up. i said im fine.” he tells you, his face dangerously close to yours and you can’t help but let your jaw fall slack as you stare up at him.

despite all of the blood and his swollen eye, your stepbrother looked really hot. like, really really hot. you knew steve was attracted of course, your friends reminded you daily, but from the minute you’d both moved in together there was a mutual dislike so you’d never even given it a second thought. but right now with his body practically pressed against yours it was all you could think about.

“i’m sorry.” was all you could get out as you stared up into his sparkly eyes and he looked confused as you seemed dazed.

“what’s wrong? are you ok-“ his hand came up to grab your face and you sighed into his touch, a small smile falling on your face. “oh.”

if you weren’t so disgustingly sweet and enamoured by him right now you’d have been so embarrassed but there wasn’t a part of your brain that wasn’t busy thinking about steve to even feel that embarrassment.

his smirk was proud as he realised what was up with you. you were attracted to him? finally after all of the past few months you were finally attracted to him. he was beginning to think he’d lost his spark.

“how disgusting are you getting all hot and bothered by your stepbrother.” he cooed, his lips against your ear and you almost whined just from that.

“steve shut up.” you barely got out as a whisper as his hands came up to take your cheeks in them.

he tilted your head back, your lips brushing his and your eyes fluttered shut waiting for his lips to be pressed against yours but when they weren’t your eyes reopened to see a smug looking steve staring down at you.

“you wanted to kiss me?” he asks and you did. so badly. you also wanted to punch him for being so cocky and annoying. “go on tell your stepbrother how bad you wanna kiss him.”

you knew he was covered in blood. you knew he was your stepbrother and your parents were asleep in the next room. you knew it was disgusting and it was wrong and he’d never let you live it down. but as you stared up at his gorgeous, blood stained face you just couldn’t help yourself.

“i wanna kiss you so bad stevie i really do,please.” you whine out and he chuckles, his forehead resting against yours as he stares into your eyes.

“fucking finally.” he presses his lips against yours enjoying the feeling of your plush ones against his own before he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and you open your mouth letting it slip inside.

your arms go around his neck and you’re standing on your tiptoes pulling him closer. you need him closer. it was gross, you should never kiss your stepbrother, but your body felt so hot against his and you couldn’t help yourself.

“you’re such a greedy little girl.” he mumbles against your lips as you’re trying desperately to pull him closer.

“pick me up please.” he doesn’t even wait just grabs the back of your thighs and let’s them go around his waist as your back presses back against the door.

your lips are moving in sync, his tongue exploring your mouth and you can’t help the moans that fall into his as you begin humping him. you should be embarrassed you know it. you should be absolutely ashamed and appalled and run to your father telling him you can’t be trusted around steve anymore but you just can’t help it. you need him.

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part 2?

masterlist here

#stranger things #smut #steve harrington x reader #steve #harrington #stepbrother #steve x reader #stepbrother!steve

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specialmoogakii · 2 years

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The lil oneshot of early midnight be like:

Warning:grammatical errors

You were just trying to eat your lunch in complete peace before Vanessa came to say that monty destroyed another charging station due to his impatient attitude. You missed a lot of lunch times just because Vanessa wasn't able to handle monty; everytime you tried to teach Vanessa,she come up with the excuse "the animatronics prefer you then her" which,not gonna lie, she wasn't lying.

You did notice a few of things that the animatronics use to do only when you're around,especially Freddy, the most iconic of the brand. Freddy always follow you around like a lost puppy,tries to let you join in the kids game to let you have fun,constant compliments and the list goes on. Heck,all your coworkers call you "The Fazstar" or something. You had the impression they were mocking you but you let it slide,you didn't want to ruin your day even more.

Anyway,you're able to eat your sandwich and enjoy these 10 minute of pure relaxation,finally away from the chaotic life outside of the breakroom. That what you thought you would experience but no. Because you hear heavy footsteps coming closer to the door. "

"Goddamn it,please don't be an emergency" you sigh mentally,preparing to her whatever freddy want to say,you knew it was him. He's the only one who got that weird feature anyway.

Freddy open the door and immediately smile at you,waving really happily at you as usual. You waves back in confusion and continue to eat your sandwich,waiting for him to spit out whatever emergency he was assigned to tell you.

But it never happen.

The only thing that broke the silence was you eating the sandwich loudly and the freddy's footstep getting close to you. You gulp a little scared,this situasion was making you nervous even if it was freddy involved.

"U-Uh,freddy?" You says catching Freddy attention even more. He was ready to listen to you. "Do you have an reason to be here,buddy? Cause,you're breaking a rule. You're not suppose to be here" You questioned to freddy, not wanting him to get in trouble just for visiting you. The breakroom was reversed only for employees and if one animatronic enter here.. well you don't know what happen but you don't want to find out.

"No,i actually don't" freddy answered with an nonchalant attitude,only to be soon replaced with those big ol eyes full of love. He kneel down and put his chin on the table, caressing his face close to your free hand.

"I just miss you,superstar" This animatronic has the audacity to hit you in the heart at your lunchtime. You awe and pat him,gladly accepting his request of a headpat, even though its been 2 minute since you last saw him. Freddy being clingy is adorable yet weird for a bear. They should had make him a dog.

"Awe buddy, not you trying to hit my heart so i would forget you broke the rule" you boop his nose to knock him out of his lovedovey state,he look at you with a smile,absolutely unapologetic. Freddy doesn't break many rules,this is the first rule he broke actually.

"Im sorry for that rule i broke" freddy says still smiling,obviously not caring a bit about the little silly rule. "I just wanted some time alone with you,superstar. You're so special to me" freddy get up to give you a kiss on the forehead making your heart melt and probably your sandwich too.

You laugh at him and tries to continue eating the sandwich. Freddy must have take this as a challenge and start smooching you,probably believing the sandwich was more interesting then him.

"fr-freddy! Oh my lord! If its not Vanessa,its you to interrupt me on my lunchbreak!" You tried to say and free yourself from the Faztrap,putting the sandwich down so it doesn't end on the floor.

"Hanging out with gregory was a bad influence on you,huh-" You giggles while Freddy continues to smooching you and showing you all the affection in the world. Until-

"oh my god! Freddy! You're not suppose to be here"

Here's Vanessa. Ruining the moment once again.

#five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy x reader #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf x reader #fnaf freddy #oneshot #fnaf oneshot

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sicjimin · 2 years

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Since you said you're in the mood for pregnant jimin

Yoommin where they're having a fight about making their relationship official but yoongi still doesn't want to because he thinks they're too young (back when jimin was still 22) and because he's scared it would affect their careers but he doesn't know that jimin is pregnant and is insecure about their relationship because he thinks yoongi is embarassed or something in the lines of that

So basically they'll be in the middle of a very heated argument where they're saying hurtful things and jimins morning sickness hits and after throwing up, he starts crying and admits to yoongi that he's pregnant and it's why he wants to make it official so badly

a.n : why do you guys love angst so much 🥲 and i dont think this is a sickfic skdjkakdma more like an emotional word vomit from me as it just contains VERYYY LITTLE emeto part 🤣 im sorry if this shitty or doesnt make sense .. i write it on 2 am while fighting 2nd booster/4th vaccine side effect lol

tw : mpreg

"I really can't go hyung"

Yoongi perks from the stairs as he buttoned up his shirt and brush his hair back—ready to go. He sees Jimin slumped on the couch, looking tired and pale with arms protectively wrapping his stomach, and Seokjin sitting near the younger curled form reaching to feel the latter forehead—that only resulting with a groan and his hand swatted away.

"I just want to check up if you hav—"

"No, i dont have fever!", Jimin pouts, closes his eyes when he feels nausea still lingering on the base of his stomach. "It's my stomach", he mumbles, "I really can't go i just threw up, and might again later"

Yoongi feels his heart stopped at that. He turns his heels to the couch, placing himself on the empty one.

"Threw up?", Seokjin asks.

Jimin hums, "It's okay, maybe just food not sitting well"

Yoongi eyes the younger, "Have you take medicine?"

"No ...", Jimin swallows, saliva starts to pool in his mouth again. Fuck pregnancy—he curses under his breath.

"You should try to take medicine, Minnie .. we still have few minutes and we can be a little late", Seokjin tries to bargain, "You know this is important for us, to show up as seven"

Jimin sighs, "I know hyung .. i'm sorry .. but really i can't. I feel too nauseated to even move", he murmurs weakly, "I will just ruin the event if i come"

"But—"

"Hyung .. just let it go. It's fine that Jimin can't go. We can make up some excuses", Yoongi comes in between.

Jimin eyes widen at the remarks, snapping his head quickly at the older. He knows that Yoongi means no harm with saying that, but it kinda hurts him that the latter brush him off so easily. Not even asking why Jimin is sick or stuff when he knew and had been taking care of Jimin when he vomited and went back and forth to the bathroom the last few days.

"Yeah, just make up some excuses hyung. Yoongi hyung here always comes up with a good excuses about me", Jimin scoffs, glaring at the older, and almost chuckles bitterly when he sees Yoongi's shocked expression—he knows Seokjin has one too, as the oldest immediately interrupted, "Jimin-ah, what are you saying?"

Yoongi frowns, knowing well that the remarks implied something else. He turns his gaze from the younger that already closing his eyes and curling back facing the couch—clearly sulking—to Seokjin that has the same frown as him earlier, "Hyung .. can you leave us both alone? I will come in few minutes"

Seokjin nods, patting the sulking Jimin's thighs and mumbling, "Jimin-ah, i'm going", before he stand up and closing the front door.

Then it's silence.

Not one kind that's comfortable, that both of them used to and loved to share in the middle of the night when everyone has retreat to their room, tired after the days schedule—in Yoongi's room, cuddling under the blanket with Yoongi playing with his hair—both of them also too tired to make a conversation, but neeeded each other presence to help them sleep.

Not one kind that's comfortable, that both of them used to and loved to share in the early morning, when Yoongi sleepily turn on the coffee machine and brew one for him, and Jimin, also sleepily,hugged him from behind, trailing behind the older as he shuffles around the kitchen to make breakfast.

Not that kind.

But one that's suffocating and awkward—causing Jimin's heart to race and stomach churning with anxiety ; heighten up his nausea.

"Jimin-ah ..."

Jimin startles when Yoongi speaks. He knows the older still there but his stupid heart always so weak for him.

He gulps, still not moving from his position—not wanting to jostles his stomach further that might cause him to coat the couch with bile, even though he knows it's kinda disrescpectful to talk like this.

"Just go hyung, you gonna be late", he mumbles, swallowing once again as his throat tightens with his effort to speaks, "It's not like you want or we can have a conversation now"

"You know i can't leave you upset like this, especially when i don't know what's wrong", Jimin could hear the older tired sigh.

"You're good at brushing things off, just do it again tonight", Jimin bites, slowly try to move and sits up, even though the movement causing him to groan, quietly.

Guilt creeps up on his chest when he meets Yoongi's eyes, filled with hurt and shock about his remarks. Jimin also doesn't mean to say that—

"What do you mean by that?", Yoongi asks. His voice went deeper, indicating that he's pissed now. "Just tell me what's wrong with you, or us, and stop being snappy on me"

Jimin feels like someone is choking him. His throat tighten—and he doesn't know if it's because of nausea or it's a tell-tale of sobs that gonna wrapped his body, as his eyes stings with upcoming tears. Again, fuck pregnancy for making his hormone haywire and make him become such a crybaby.

"Until when you're gonna make excuses about me?", Jimin croakes out, biting his lips as his voice waver and he hates it.

"Excuse .. what?", Yoongi frowns, before he blanches as an idea coming into his mind, "Is it because our conversation—"

Jimin scoffs, cutting the rapper words, "Conversation? Is it really a conversation when i am the one that wailing my eyes and you just sit there—", he sucks a deep breath, realizing how he's getting agitated.

"Jimin", Yoongi speaks, his tone firm, and Jimin knows he's using his hyung card right now on him. Tears finally escaped Jimin's eyes, "Stop being snappy for once"

"It's because we won't get anywhere if i'm not like this!!", Jimin heaves, practically screaming as his emotions all over the places and he's .. tired. But what he didn't consider, is how screaming causing his throat to tighten, and resulting in him ... "Uurrkk—", gagging, a deep one. Jimin sucks in a gasps before he gags again that morph a second later into burp over his palm, this time moving vomit up to his throat.

He's going to throw up.

Jimin managed to see Yoongi stands up, before he makes a beeline to the bathroom. He throws the door open, not bothering to close it, and next throws himself, kneeling in front of the toilet. He quickly ducked his head, just in time for his shoulder to hitch and he let out a wet burp—along with mouthful of watery vomit plopping into the bowl. He shuddered, chokes on a breath before the next wave comes out, more water pouring from his small lips.

"Sshh breathe, love .. you're doing great"

The soft words makes hin feel sad. Jimin coughs—choking in between the urge to gag and sobs, "Stop it ..", he croakes out, swatting the older hands away from holding his hair and his back. No he doesn't want Yoongi.

"You can't call me that", Jimin mumbles to the bowl, before he jolts forward again with new gag.

And Yoongi ignores him. He brings his hand back over the younger sweaty back, massaging his nape when a particular harsh wave hits him—causing Jimin to almost dived his head into the bowl, retching hard.

They don't know how long they stayed like that, as Jimin keeps pouring water after water out of his mouth, like his stomach eager to empty its content to the fullest—until Yoongi's phone rings, right when Jimin finally slumps down against the older, too tired to keeping up his angry attitude.

"Yes hyung?", Yoongi answers, his right hand reaching out to flush the toilet and guides the younger close to him—that he surprisingly complies. "No, i don't think i can go"

"Done?", Yoongi mouthed to the sleepy Jimin, that eyeing him with his tired-lidded eyes. Jimin shrugs, once again wrapping his arms around his stomach and curl himself smaller as he waits for Yoongi to finish his call. "Yeah, Jiminie still sick and i'm going to stay .. Yeah hyung .. Okay, take care"

"Feeling better?", Yoongi asks, as he pockets his phone again. Jimin shakes his head, biting his lips hard as a new sob wracking through him. He shifts, hiding his head over Yoongi chest—his clammy hands wrapping Yoongi's shirt tight as he cries.

"Hey .. love .. what's wrong?", Yoongi whispers worriedly, "I'm sorry if i hurt you ..."

"You can't call me that .. you're being unfair to me ... ", he chokes out, hitting Yoongi's chest repeatedly, "You're being unfair ..."

Yoongi keeps silence, letting the younger to rambles everything he needs to, "You can't act like this .. saying stuff like that .. when you're embarassed with me", Jimin rambles in between his ragged breaths.

"What?"

Jimin hiccups, peeling himself away—trying to look the rapper in the eyes, even though it's not working well when his eyes brimming with tears.

"What are you saying?", Yoongi asks softly, but he can't masks the confusion in his tone, "Who's saying i'm embarassed with you?", he continues, cupping Jimin's face and wipes the tears.

"What are we?", Jimin sighs, averting his gaze down, and swatting Yoongi's big hands to rubs his eyes aggresively.

Yoongi stays silence—and that seems like enough answer as Jimin scoffs, "See? You can't answer it. But why are you calling me love? kissing me? cuddling me?", he hiccups, "Are we even boyfriend? No?"

"Jimin-ah ..."

"I'm pregnant hyung?"

"What?", Yoongi feels his body runs cold, like someone splashing him with buckets of iced water.

Jimin chuckles bitterly, "Why do you think i keep throwing up? It's been almost a week, you know it", he huffs, looking up at Yoongi, "Don't you think it's suspicious?"

"I think that's only—", Yoongi sputters.

"You're not stupid hyung", Jimin says, "You're just oblivious"

"Have you ..", Yoongi gulps. His mind swirls with so many thoughts and questions, but everything seems stucks at the same time. "Checked up to the doctor?"

Jimin shakes his head, "No .. i'm scared", he mumbles, "I'm still not believing it hyung .. if it's not because i keep vomiting, i will just brush it over", he continues, "I don't want to go through this alone..."

"You won't Jimin-ah .. i'm here ..", Yoongi says, tucking Jimin's hair and running his fingers over it.

"You don't even want to make us official", Jimin finally snaps. He laughs bitterly, wiping a new batch of tears that spills, "You don't even want me .. why would you want a baby on top of that?"

Yoongi ruffles his hair frustatedly. He moves to sits on the floor, lifting Jimin's head and his other hand keeping a firm grip on his shoulder, "You know the reason why i haven't make us official, Jimin-ah. And i'm sorry if my wording makes it seems like i don't want you or embarassed of you .. i'm not"

Yoongi chuckles bitterly, "Ah, it's ironic isn't it? I'm a songwriter, i can write thousand lyrics but i always stumbling over my words and my intention for you .. and makes you hurt .."

"Hyung ...", Jimin chokes out.

"I'm sorry, Jimin-ah", Yoongi breathes out shakily, "For now .. this .. here", he moves his hand over Jimin's flat stomach, rubbing it gently, "Is ours .. our baby. I won't let you go through this alone, but i won't make us official now .. because i know it will looks like i'm pitying you .. i'm not"

"You .. want us?"

"Of course ..", Yoongi laughs wetly, "A little Jiminie doesn't seems to bad for me"

And that seems like a strikes, hitting a full score on Jimin's heart as he launches himself—wetting Yoongi'a shirts once again, "Hyung .. thank you"

"I'm sorry .. i make you cry a lot", Yoongi whispers, pressing a gentle kisses over his temples. "Now let's go out of here, and let me make you something light to eat .. okay? Don't you think i forget you haven't eat anything today, you have two person to fed now"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi #and again another mpreg fic

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Severus lover

I get up and look at the clock. It says 2:05am why am I up so early again? I get up, go to the bathroom, do my hair and make up and put on my slytherin outfit. I hear my dorm room open hello? i called out Y/N you in here severus called out yeah love im in the bathroom getting ready u know your not aloud to be in here right yeah i know but i love seeing you he says while he kisses me just know if i get mad i'm leaving class and coming to you that's fine *the bell rings* your 20 minutes late y/n okay and i'm a girl so get over it *the class laughs* Detention! y/n after class fuck this and fuck you Mr.lockheart you run out and star walking around you see severus and hide y/n i already saw you come here right now he say's in his loud teaching voice you walk over to him yes sir (you giggles) how did u already get kicking out? um- spit it out severus snaps so i was 20 minuets late and i was doing my make up and he told me i had detention and i said fuck you and fuck this class y/n you cant be doing that he said pinching the top of his nose shaking his head what so your like my daddy now? y/n says with her hands on her hips *severus walks over to you and pins you to the wall* Severus pov: i pin y/n to the wall and i kiss her she moans my name i wanna rip her clothes off right here right now but i cant i whisper in her ear "i am your daddy and u better listen to me little girl or i will punish you* she just smiles i hear footsteps i stop kissing y/n and turn around it professor dumbledore i'm not interrupting anything am i? oh no sir we were-(severus said before dumbledore cut him off) severus i know you and miss y/n are dating severus eyes grow bigger sir how did you know that? i saw yall kissing before i came here and don't worry i ship yall *he giggles* by the way severus i need to see you in my office about you know what okay sir y/n kew what there were talking about lord voldemort but she pretended she didn't know y/n snapped back to reality bye babe severus says walking off with Alubes bye *with y/n friends* hey y/n hey draco i miss you y/n said hugging him i miss you too *draco is your best friend* How's your arm? i'm fine draco and my arm is fine you say while rubbing your arm can i see? you lift up your sleeve and draco sees french cut marks on your arm he sighs when i thought you were going t- i was draco i really was but i have my weak moments i'm sorry it's fine y/n but does your boyfriend know about this? like i don't know maybe severus y/n eyes got big h- w- how do you know about that? Because you're my bestie I know everything about you and it's fine you guys are so cute together anyways y'all really would make a cute couple ya'll gonna have a cute family! malfoy always a pledge a low stern voice said and intimidate y/n knew who it was severus! professor sorry i was just leaving bye y/n bye draco see ya later *draco winks at you* so y/n what were you doing with mr.malfoy? He's my best friend and I'm gonna be with him! what are u gonna do about it not a damn thing HA! you turn around and start walking away my classroom now! severus says out loud but not where he's raising his voice you turn around raising an eyebrow or what? u gonna punish me *you say in a baby voice* oh i'ma do way much more go to my classroom right now your eyes go big oh really okay then big boy you wink at him then you go to professor snaps classroom well well well look how is here now are u ready to be punished you can't do nothing little boy the only thing you could do is finger fuck me and thats it HA HA HA i can more then that follow me right now little one severus said in his sudosiv voice that make y/n weak to her knees they go up to his chamber y/n walks in the door and severus close and locks the door bed now she obayed Y/N POV: this man is really gonna fuck me isn't he? I watch him as he takes my shirt off i’m scared he will see my arm i see him take a quick glance at it but then look away I’m in control now he pushes my body on to his bed he takes your pants and underwear off he goes down and starts sucking on my clit mhm oh sev yes fuck yes omg shhh baby girl just let me do this you just lay there biting your bottom lip and moaning quietly as severus eats you out severus pov: i suck on her clit i hear her moan i’m so in love with this girl the taste of her makes me go crazy i get up and slide my dick in her she moans loudly she throws her head back she’s about to release not yet my little slut i tell her 20 minutes later we both release at the same time i lay next to her kissing her and sucking on her neck end of pov y/n and severus go to sleep *the next day* you look at the clock it reads 5:30am you look over and you don’t see severus so you just assume he was making breakfast so you got up to go take a shower after your shower you put on a black lace dress with black high heels you walk into the kitchen and see severus making breakfast you just stand there with out him noticing you until you lean against the door and it makes a squeaking noise it made severus jump a little he turned around and stared at you god damn love you look beautiful he says looking you up and down you and severus sit down and start eating your breakfast after you wash the dishes severus hugs you from behind kissing your neck and giving you hickeys you finish the dishes and severus takes you to the room and puts you on the bed severus we need to get ready we have 30 minutes severus puts his hand down your pants damn my baby is already wet well what do u expect when i’m in love with a man like you severus lifts your dress up and starts eating you out you throw your head back and your about to release you and severus cum at the same time oh my fucking god severus starts giving you hickeys before ya’ll leave

#severus x reader #severus story

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neolovesneo · 2 years

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boyfriend!yangyang × fem reader angst & fluff where they have their first argument, and not talk for days but make up in the end with kisses and cuddles :)

Thank you so much, hope u have a great day/night <33

SECOND OPTION.

boyfriend!yangyang | fluff & angst | boyfriend au

note ; tysm for requesting anon! im so embarrassed and sorry that this took so long,, and i hope u dont mind me adding them crying while making up! i hope u like it! :) + mentions of wayv's xiaojun <3 + the ending sounds suggestive but istg its not okay they just kiss 😠 + requests are closed!

note 2; uhhh also i never expected this to get so long... almost 1.8k words... like?????? WHO AM I AND WHAT IS THIS CAPABILITY I HAVE

Maybe if you tiptoed to look over the crowd with your eyes squinted just a bit more, you'd be able to see YangYang.

He would be rushing in through the crowd, bucket of caramel popcorn in one hand while the other held a large soda - his favorite.

He would be dressed in his usual all-black hoodie and skinny jeans outfit, dark blonde hair bouncing up and down as he'd race over to your side.

He would apologize for being so late, soft kisses pressed all over your cheeks while he squeezes you in one of his tight hugs.

He would, right?

"Ma'am, the movie is starting in less than a minute. You should enter the cinema right now." The usher urges, interrupting you out of your thoughts. "I can direct your friend into the cinema when he arrives later." He continues to offer, trying to be as helpful as possible.

Tears well up in your eyes, and you shake your head. "It's alright." you mutter, a smile in sad disbelief forming on your lips. He watches on in surprise as you rip the tickets into shreds and toss them into a nearby bin.

"He's not coming anyway."

. . .

It was something that seemed to be happening more often these days. Just last week, YangYang didn't show up on your roller-skating date. The week before that, he didn't show up on your lunch date either.

The reason?

He forgot.

That seemed to be happening more often too.

Maybe it was the concerning amount of energy drinks he was consuming. Or maybe it was the also concerning amounts of time he was spending at the internet café, gaming away with his friends.

Whatever it was, it was starting to get on your nerves. The fact that he was the one who planned all these dates doesn't help either. YangYang also seems to think a simple, "Oh, sorry! I forgot. I'll make it up to you next time, I promise." is enough of an apology.

It's not.

. . .

"Had fun gaming today?"

YangYang looks up from his phone at your voice, seeing you sitting on the couch. Your expression gives nothing away; to him it just seems like it's going to be another ordinary conversation between the two of you.

"Yeah!" he replies cheerfully, kicking his shoes off by the door and walking in. "I managed to attack the opponent's base in like, what, five minutes? I also won over Xiaojun and ascended four ranks."

Your boyfriend's tone is laced with pride and joy while he remains oblivious to the way you're burning up on the inside with anger.

"Really?" You question dryly, teeth gritted with a strained smile. "Didn't you have any... appointments or dates to go to today?"

He stops scrolling through his phone to glance at you, and for a slight moment, you think he's going to remember - but that's a bit of a high expectation for a boyfriend who's been forgetting about his plans with you for weeks.

"Nope. Didn't have anything going on today." he mumbles in conclusion, shrugging and turning back to his phone.

That was the final straw for you.

"Yang, you forgot about our date again!" you burst out irritatedly. "You were the one who wanted to go watch Spider-Man, you were the one who said he'll get the popcorn and soda, you were the one who told me to wait outside the cinema, and you were the one who wasn't there! Again!"

The color drains out of YangYang’s face when he realizes. “I'm sorry, I forgot about it - let’s go watch it tomorrow! I’ll be there, promise!” he suggests sheepishly, trying to lighten the situation.

“But that’s what you said the last time! All you care about are your stupid games, with your stupid friends, and with your stupid self."

"Hey, don't call my games stupid." YangYang scoffs indignantly, folding his arms. "There was a special pop-up event today, and I needed to get a new skin that I've really been wanting." he argues.

You splutter in disbelief, trembling with rage now.

"Seriously? That's more important than our date? Our relationship?"

Now it's YangYang's turn to splutter in disbelief, throwing his arms up in exasperation. "I never even said that!"

"You know what? You should just tell me that you're not interested in me anymore, cause I'm sick of being your second option." you seethed, poking a finger against his chest for emphasis.

Now, a part of YangYang's brain informs him that he's messed up big time, and he should really just apologize. Yet another part of YangYang's brain is speeding through a million thoughts a minute, and he says the absolute unthinkable.

"And so what if you are my second option?"

The stunned silence is deafening as your head spins because there's no way your boyfriend just said that. So what if you were his second option? So... what?

"How can you... say that?" you whisper, voice closed up with hurt and anger. Tears begin to spill down your cheeks, and YangYang instantly regrets all he's said and done.

"Wait, I didn't mean to-"

"Whatever." you interrupt, wiping your tears with the back of your hand as you head for the door. "I think we need some space apart. I'll let you know when I want to see you again."

He barely has time to say anything before you slam the door shut on your way out, leaving him sinking to his knees in nothing but pure guilt and fear of losing you.

YangYang really messed up.

— A few days later.

Lately, anxiety has been one of the many emotions YangYang had been going through. Today was the sixth day since your major fallout, and he hasn't directly heard from you since then.

A few awkward calls to your friends informed him that you were safe and sound at one of their houses, but you didn't want to see him just yet.

It was eating YangYang up on the inside, and there was nothing he wanted more than to have you forgive him. So he made do to just that.

. . .

"Hello?" you answered, avoiding the angry glares and quiet mouths of, "No! Don't answer him!" your friends were shooting at you. "H-Hi." YangYang stutters on the other line, sweaty hands making it difficult to hold on to his phone.

The words he wants to say die down in his throat as he realizes it feels like forever since he's heard your voice - let alone see you. "If you're not going to say anything, I'm going to hang up." you state flatly.

He scrambles to wipe the tears out of his eyes at this, nervously sitting up straight. "I uh- I wanted to ask if you could come back to o-our apartment? I want to apologize to you face-to-face. Please?" He whispers, fingernails nervously picking at his sweater.

The stutter and uneasy wobble in the tone of his words don't go by unnoticed, and you know he's being sincere about his apology. "Okay." you reply, "Give me fifteen minutes."

. . .

Those fifteen minutes felt like decades while YangYang waited in torturous agony, pacing back and forth in front of the door. He can only pray that you'd forgive him, the only thing that mattered to him right now.

The familiar jingle of keys by the door snaps him out of his nervous trance - you were finally here.

"Hi." YangYang nervously greets the moment you walk in, voice coming out in an embarrassing squeak. His heart races while he keeps his hands to himself, not sure if you were ready for a hug from him yet.

"Hi." you echo, locking the door behind you.

"I uh- want to apologize to you. Not just for the dates I didn't go, but for everything else." YangYang starts, clearing his throat awkwardly as he stands closer.

"I... I can't believe I let myself get so caught up in games till I was neglecting our relationship, neglecting you, and I'm sorry. The past few days of living here alone really showed me how much you do for me, and I'm sorry for not appreciating you and telling you enough about how much I love you and how much you mean to me. It's okay if you're still mad at me, but I really really hope you'd at least give me a hug, because I just-"

A choked sob escapes from YangYang's throat, cutting him off in his apology. Quickly wiping a stray tear away, he tries to continue, anxiously squeezing his hand open and shut. "I just really missed you and I'm so sorry." he whispers quickly before breaking down crying, face buried in his hands.

Now, you've never seen YangYang cry. Like, ever. So when you see him crying right in front of you, you can't help but start crying yourself, quick to close the distance between you two with a hug.

"I forgive you." you manage to say through your tears, holding your boyfriend close as you cried into each other's shoulders.

Slowly, your cries settle down into stuffy sniffles while you continued to hug YangYang, soaking up all the physical contact after days of being apart.

"Thank you for forgiving me." YangYang whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "I love you so much."

The sudden confession makes you chuckle as you pull away to look up at him, brushing the fringe out of his damp eyes.

"I love you too." you whisper back. With that, you lean up to kiss him, lips locked with each others' like two missing puzzle pieces.

YangYang sighs contentedly into the kiss, feeling like he was in heaven - because to him, it was.

He'd like it if this heaven was enjoyed more comfortably though.

So he leads you towards the couch, lips never once leaving yours as the two of you stumble towards the said piece of furniture.

A small gasp of surprise leaves YangYang's lips when the back of his knees hit the couch, causing him to lose his balance and land on his back.

You can only laugh at his clumsiness as you jump right back into his embrace, softly caressing his cheek.

“I've missed kissing you and holding you like this." you admit quietly, face flushing red. YangYang's face mirrors the shade as he locks his arms around your waist, holding you impossibly closer to him.

"Let's make up for all the lost time now then."

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seokahwrites · 3 years

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NUISANCE | chapter 2 (or, i hate him so much my heart skipped a beat)

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pairing.

| lawyer! jeon jungkook x lawyer! reader

summary.

| all you wished for was a relaxing two weeks in a big ass boat eating some big ass shrimps, away from the real world. but instead you’re stuck with your arch rival with no means of escape — and goddamit why does the bastard smell so good.

tags.

| 2 BROOKLYN 99 REFERENCES TELL ME IF U CATCH THEM; paragraphs dedicated to jungkooks back muscles; im so sorry like a few parts were really thirsty; but there’s a very sweet paragraph dedicated to jungkook’s smile; reader and jungkook bonding???; jealous reader; smug jungkook; love sounds like hate; a lot of plot convenience if you haven’t noticed

a/n.

| hello everyone! first off THANK U FOR THE MASSIVE SUPPORT ILY. i feel like this could’ve been better but i’m not sure how. but no they’re not moving too fast bc… well 😃😃 also i’m planning on writing more serious pieces after this series even though i’ve barely started :P anyways, i hope u all have an amazing day lots of love

“What kind of neanderthal doesn’t go outside for two days?

Jungkook asks through the open bathroom door as he’s sitting on his couch, your mouth still too foamy and minty to give him a quick-witted answer.

You spit into the sink and glare at him through the mirror, “I was being productive and I cooked horrible food all day,” you splash water on your face and pause at the door frame on your way out, “Unlike some people that spend their hours hunting for their next prey.”

You don’t stick around to watch the way he rolls his eyes, walking over to your bed to grab the orange wrap skirt and white top for today’s outfit. But you couldn’t really put it on since someone was still in the room.

There isn’t an inkling of a thought in Jungkook’s doe eyes, the time it was taking for him to get a hint was more than enough for you to pass your eyes over his black tank top, stinky green shorts and dark sandals. How did he look better than you in a tank top? Fuck him. Wait, no he doesn’t. Still, fuck Jungkook.

Once your eyes are back on him, the fiend has a shit-eating grin on his face as if he’d just caught you red-handed in the middle of a dirty sin — you were just judging him.

You raise your eyebrows in an attempt to maintain your composure, “Well?” And wave the clothes in your hands to help him understand the situation.

No sound comes from the ‘Oh’ of his lips, his small brain finally coming to terms with reality. But just before he heads out the door, “We’re having lunch at the deck,” and he doesn’t wait for an answer, slamming the door behind him.

Who the hell did he think he was?

Now, you didn't have to go along with Jungkook’s plan — hell, it was probably the last thing you wanted. However, does going to the rooftop deck to have a nice lunch and a-little-too-early drinks really sound like a bad idea?

And the answer to that question is what led you to pulling your clothes over your head and reassuring nobody but yourself that, “I’m only going because of the fucking food,” cursing Jungkook here and there too, of course.

Just before heading off, you grab the cruise’s complementary sun hat, a long string of pastel beads for your neck and your favorite pair of sunglasses — not that you were going to use them for more than keeping your hair away from your face anyways.

Breathe in, Y/N.

You’re out the door, “I’m ready.”

Your exposed skin stings as you feel Jungkook’s eyes go from your leg exposed from the slit of your skirt, to your fluttering stomach and slowly — as if he didn’t want to miss a single detail — up, up, up, until his gaze meets yours. And that look is back, the one he’s only ever used whenever he couldn’t hide what he truly felt for you: aversion.

Yet, instead of the slander you were expecting, Jungkook does nothing but shake away whatever was on his mind and lock the door. Beep, And he goes the entire way to the elevator without uttering a single word.

Still, even if the silence was deafening you don't make much of a fuss, only observing Jungkook’s silent figure as he stared ahead and around anywhere he wouldn't have to meet your eyes.

He was a pain in the ass even when he wasn't speaking.

Ding.

You’re the first to exit, part because you were excited to get a breath of fresh ocean air and part because you couldn’t stand whatever the hell was happening in the elevator.

There were half naked people everywhere, kids running around and chasing after each other through the zig zag of chairs and tables. From the wooden floor to the samples of blue and yellow on the umbrellas, cups and slides, the view was the very core of vacation.

Jungkook suddenly stands before your wide eyes and takes you by the wrist, taking the lead as he shoves his way to the stairs that lead to the highly-expected rooftop restaurant, the place safely guarded on the opposite side of all the commotion.

As your sandals flip-flopped against the wooden stairs, you start to see a flood of blue and beige chaise lounges, white coffee tables centered in the space of each one and the alabaster bar surrounded by people in all sorts of summer attire. Maybe Jungkook was onto something.

Speaking of, he grabs your shoulders — ruining the view as always — and pushes you down the first empty couch he finds. “Stay here, I’ll get us some food.”

You don't fight him on it, deciding to just let the sea breeze caress your face, closing your eyes and taking it all in. Things were nice.

That is until you look at the entrance and see Jungkook talking to the same raven-haired girl from yesterday. The sight bothers you and you can’t quite put your finger on as to why, perhaps it was because he could’ve at least had the fucking decency to not hit on people while he was ordering your food. God. Only he could put a stain to an otherwise perfect morning.

And you could’ve looked away, but just as a bee is attracted to pollen or a driver is allured with the sight of a car crash, you simply couldn’t — not that you were attracted or allured to Jungkook in any way, though.

The woman’s cotton cover up flowed with her hand as she playfully hit Jungkook on the arm. You envy her, you’d never touched an implant before. Jungkook crosses his arms at this movement, probably thinking his biceps were going to pop out even more. Your body threatens to convulse in second hand embarrassment.

But the lovebirds are interrupted when the cashier calls out for Jungkook, his order ready and trayed up. You look away and could only hope it was just in time for none of them to notice that you were ogling, but Jungkook’s mystery girl catches your stare and her angelic smile dissipates in front of your eyes. Chills, literal chills.

You feign surprise when Jungkook sits beside you, placing the tray of colorful drinks and drool-worthy pasta on the table with a clang.

“I hope the mimosas are a good enough treat for your highness,” he bows his head.

You can’t repress your squeal nor your smile as the glass meets your lips and you have a real summer drink for the first time in forever, the girl’s glare fading with every sip you take. Jungkook simply watches, amused when you down half of the drink in one go.

You’re content, only with a simple worry in your mind. “What time is it?”

Luckily Jungkook had brought a watch on his wrist, your phones long forgotten on the nightstand, “One something,” he grabbed both plates, handing over yours, “Why? Gotta run away from me again?”

You try to scoop as much chicken, sauce and pasta as you can twirl on your fork, practically salivating once you're munching down the food. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

Jungkook crosses a leg over the other as he eats the chicken from his own plate, “What are you up to today?”

Huh. You asked yourself the same thing. “I actually have no idea,” you admit, “I just saw the words massage and wine and thought ‘I have to go’.”

“Of course,” and he doesn’t sound the least bit surprised — or judgemental, at that. “You did the same exact thing at the last firm getaway.”

Your hand flies to your mouth, “Oh, God. Why would you remind me,” Jungkook is slapping his knee at a miserable attempt of stifling his laughter, “Nothing will ever compare to the misery of being surrounded by a bunch of sobbing tipsy widows.”

His laugh only booms alive and you try to convince yourself that it scratches your ears, but it doesn’t and you find yourself giggling as well. What the hell was in that mimosa?

“God, youre such a fucking idiot.”

“Lower your voice, boozer,” you slap his thigh — hurting you much more than him — and catch a few glares in your direction.

Jungkook drinks his entire glass, “Eh, screw them,” not sparing a second thought to the strangers, “Are you heading to the fifth floor again?”

The alfredo pasta in your plate has been reduced to nothing, “Yeah, why?”

“I’m heading that way too.”

You snort — you know, like a wild boar. “Gonna meet up with yesterday’s catch?”

He has a conceited smile on his face and you fear the next words to come out his mouth, “Maybe,” he places his plate on his lap and leans closer to you, his breath tickling your ear, “Jealous much?”

Scoff.

You push him away, drinking the rest of your orange juice. Scoff (again). You’ve never met someone so egotistical. How dare he?

“Don’t act like being seduced by an incubus like you is such a big deal,” you hope to poison him with your words but he only bites down a sweet smile, “And it’s not like she’s seen anything that I haven’t in the past two nights.”

Goddammit, Y/N. Where the fuck did that come from?

Jungkook drapes an arm over the couch, “Someone’s been enjoying the view.”

You try your best to scowl at the demon, but when your eyes accidentally tarry on Jungkook’s collarbones and arms — why is it always the fucking arms? — for a few moments too long, red paints your cheeks instead and you simply fiddle with your empty glass.

Jungkook’s victory weighs heavy on the lifted corners of his lips as you wait for him to finish the rest of his food — he ate like a five year old.

“This is where I leave you, I guess.”

The walk to the fifth floor was a quick one, you and Jungkook standing in front of the familiar entrance, that same chalkboard from yesterday scribbled with roses this time.

A woman is the one welcoming you at the door today, the same list and my-boss-forced-me-to smile on her face, just like yesterday’s guy.

“Ms. L/N,” she calls out as you and Jungkook come closer, “You must be the last couple to join us today!”

She manages to sneak her way behind you, pushing both of you into the dim room before her words could even reach your eardrums. Did she say couple?

Jungkook attempts to correct her, “I’m just here to drop her off—,” to no avail.

The woman has a menacing smile and look to her eyes that shuts the both of you right up, “The first activity was just about to start,” she rushes to the exit and shuts the door, but not before a friendly, “Have fun!”

Was this cruise actually full of psychos?

You and Jungkook are frozen in place, only noticing the handful of couples sitting on the floor, the petals spread across the room and romantic candles sticking out the walls, a moment too late.

“Welcome! Welcome!” An elderly woman approaches you, her short hair wrapped in a pink bandana, the boho print matching the rest of her clothes and chunky jewelry, “I’m Hattie, your instructor. Why don’t you two sit down so we can start?”

Though you're both in shock, none of you attempt to make an escape, taking quick but hesitant steps to the last empty space in the back. A flustered Jungkook is the first to talk once you’re sat down, “What the fuck, Y/N?”

Hattie seemed to have been saying something when Jungkook whispered a tad too loud, both of you putting on a smile when she looked. “I have no idea what’s happening either,” you grit through your teeth,

Once she looks away, you and Jungkook take a breather.

“I legit didn't see anything about onboard couple’s therapy, I was really tired,” you rub between your brows, “You can go, Jungkook,” your head gestures to the sealed exit, “I can take the embarrassment. Plus, that’s kind of the whole point.

“But that guard lady locked us in here,” his fading hope is visible in the way he buries his head in his hands, seemingly forgetting who he was with when he asks, “Am I really stuck here with Y/N?”

Are you fucking kidding me. You can’t believe you were empathetic with the monster for even a second. “Don’t be over dramatic, it’s only until six.”

His shock takes over his hands and the volume of his voice when he hits his legs, “WE’RE GOING TO BE HERE FOR FOUR HOURS?”

The murmurs and whatever that instructor was saying, are quickly silenced.

“We’re sorry,” you apologise on his behalf as he struggles with reality, “Please, continue.”

She coughs and puts back that old lady smile of hers, clasping her hands together, “As I was saying, we have three tasks ahead of us,” she puts up a finger for each one she lists, “A loving touch, a loving conversation and a loving drink.”

Her voice is drowned out by your dread, your eyes glancing at the couples holding hands and touching, whispering what were surely forbidden secrets into each other’s ears, the candle wax melting and falling in a picturesque way and how the music was crispy to the ears. It was all so… romantic.

And then there were you two idiots that stuck out amidst the crowd, both awkward yet number one is redder than the roses and number two was sweating like a hog. I’ll let you decide which is which.

Hattie’s words are what bring you back to the present, “For us to loosen up, we will begin with the loving touch session,” please say massage, “Each couple should head up to their respective massage rooms.”

At last, the sun is found in the storm.

You follow with an excited sway when Hattie finally comes to bring you to your room. She closes the door behind her with an, “Enjoy!”

A masseur is waiting on the opposite side of the massage bed with welcome arms, “Good afternoon, Mr. and Ms. L/N.”

Jungkook raises his hand, “I’m actually Jeon, she’s the only—.”

“My mistake, Mr. and Ms. Jeon,” Goddamit, Jungkook can’t you say anything helpful for once? “Which one of you will be massaged first?”

You practically leap to grab the robe in his hand before Jungkook could steal the chance, pointing to the jade door, “Is this the changing room?.”

The man nods, a little taken aback from your excitement.

You're out of your clothes and in the backwards robe in the blink of an eye, laid down on the bed in less than a minute, your head now resting on the top of your crossed arms.

“So, Mr. Jeon,” you feel a cold oil drizzle over your back, experienced hands spreading it across your back, “You’ll be placing your hands—,” wait, where did they go, “— right here.”

And just like that Jeon Jungkook’s hands were on your bare back, the concept of a loving touch finally flickering in your mind. His hands were a little more rough and shakier than you would’ve imagined.

Why was that going through your mind?

You should’ve been wishing death on him, yourself and everybody else in the boat, shouldn’t you?

“A loving touch is all about, not only a physical connection but really feeling your partner’s body, go ahead.”

Jungkook, being the pet he was, followed his orders and he did it a little too well, he slowly moved his hands from the knots on your shoulders to the very low of your back and you’d be lying to yourself if you said it felt horrible.

“It’s connecting on a whole new physical level with the other,” Jungkook’s hands travel to the dimples of your spine and linger for a moment too long, but they quickly come back up and focus on the crevices of your neck instead, each movement seemingly aiming for all of your stiff muscles.

Not too bad at all.

The masseur’s philosophical rant about touch and love is completely ignored, your mind hyper focused on every inch of skin Jungkook set his fingers on, his hands sailing further down the sides of your body, the extra attention he pays to your waist not unnoticed.

“Fuck.”

Indeed.

Oh, God. What did you just say?

No, no, no.

Perhaps it was just low enough for nobody to hear it—

“I guess that means you should switch now,” the masseur chuckles with a cringed tone.

It was not.

You prop yourself up and look at Jungkook who you could only hope wasn’t laughing at you, your eyes glassy and pleading for something unclear.

And the bastard was snickering, looking in no direction in particular with a blush to his cheeks and a mocking, lip-biting chuckle on his face.

Once you’re up and standing, it quickly dawns on you that it’s Jungkook's turn. Meaning you had to touch Jungkook and massage Jungkook and touch Jungkook.

The world did hate you.

Jungkook realises he was taking too long and mutters a quick, “Uh,” before pulling his top over his head and you shut your eyes — weren’t you Ms. Jeon, though?

The masseur has to call out your name for you to open them back up again, Jungkook laid on the bed with his head on top of his arms.

“I suppose you know what to do, Miss,” the man smiles.

“Yeah, Y/N,” he exhaled and you can hear his smug, “You know what to do.”

The square footage of Jungkook’s back intimidated you the tiniest bit now that it was splayed out before you, you must admit. Still, you place gentle hands on his back and you’ve confirmed once and for all that those bumps were indeed not from a disease but muscles. Rock hard muscles.

You don’t even remember you had to repay him the favor of embarrassing you — because yes, it was his fault — as you get lost in every dip and fold of his skin, your fingers moving on pure intuition.

The curve of his back, the ridges of his shoulders and the little jolts on the surface of his skin, you could feel all of it.

A hand to your wrist jolts you awake, Jungkook stirring with a glaze to his eyes as you both look up at the masseur, “It’s time for your next activity, Miss.”

Oh, God. What just happened?

You cough and don’t bother to excuse yourself as you leave the room, Jungkook grabbing your forgotten clothes and putting on his robe as he follows behind you.

You try to shake away the burning that creeps it’s way to your fingertips and cheeks as you sit back down on the floor. But it doesn’t work, your sweaty palms joining the party instead. Great. Just great.

Hattie’s voice saves the day, “I hope we’re all relaxed and ready to converse with our partners,” not at all, “If you could all just face each other, cross your legs and hold hands. This intimacy is important when facing important feelings and questions with your partner.”

As if Jungkook slathering oil on you like you were a nice roast chicken wasn't enough, now you had to hold hands with him. Is death still an option?

You’re facing each other, Jungkook’s palms up, “Shall we?”

Uneasiness settles in your stomach, a feeling you’ve never felt with Jungkook before. Sure, you’ve felt judged or uncomfortable but never truly uneasy. Maybe it was just your body reacting to the physical trauma you had to endure.

You nod.

“You know,” Jungkook seems to still be waking up, “You’re not too bad with your hands,” and he laughs.

But it’s a welcome sound that unbundles your nerves in the most peculiar way, your own smile coming back. “You’re not shabby either.”

“I could tell—.”

“I suppose you honeymooners didn’t hear my explanation,” None of you bother to correct her anymore as she places a deck of cards between you, “But all you need to do is pick a card in turn and answer the question. Don’t forget to look into each other’s eyes,” she winks and stands up, making her way to the front of the crowd.

“I guess this is when we start asking each other the questions,” the cringe in your tone is all that rasps your ears as you hold hands… with Jungkook.

“Go ahead,” his head points to the pile of cards in front of you but his eyes only look at Hattie and the way she seemed to ignore every other couple in the room except the both of you.

You breathe in as deep as you can, your hand grabbing the first question, your uncontrollable blush heating up tenfold when you realise this was probably even more intimate than the event-that-shall-not-be-named that occurred in the massage room.

Your mouth stumbles before properly saying, “How long have you been together?”

But Jungkook doesn’t seem as embarrassed as you, the same tint painted on his cheeks but he manages to laugh all the same, your chuckles joining his.

“I’d say about two years?”

Sly bastard. “I’d say two years too.”

He’s the next to grab a card, placing both of your hands on his left one before reaching.

“This is a great one,” he snorts, putting on a serious face when he replaces the card with your hand, “Are there any issues you’d like to bring up?”

You throw your head back just like the exorcist girl, and cackle— were you okay?. “Well, where should I start?”

This was actually kind of fun.

“Okay, but let’s be real for a moment,” he lightly squeezes your hands, “What is your issue with me?”

Or, maybe not.

“Well,” you curse at the old woman for putting you this close, your eyes left with close to no space to avoid Jungkook’s, “There’s just this way you look at me.”

Your gaze is back on the confused boy, the furrow between his brows strong enough to be considered a wifi connection. “What are you talking about?”

“Like—,” you try to come up with some way to explain, “—The first time we met, right? It’s like, you just go silent for a few seconds and literally look through my soul. It makes me feel like I murdered your entire family.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide with every word you spouted, the flush on his cheeks practically steaming from his skin.

Did he seriously not know? Oh, well.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and grab the next one,” you say to the top of Jungkook’s head since his face was pointed to his lap.

“Oh, God,” you squeeze Jungkook’s hands with a little more force than necessary, but at least it makes him look up, “You ready?”

Nod.

“What do you love most about your partner?”

Now that was a real couples’ therapy question. Great job, Hattie.

“I think you should answer this one,” you seem to state the obvious, “Since I was the only person to answer the last question.”

Jungkook’s shoulders fall from their perfect posture, “Fine.”

His eyes have that same glint you mentioned before as he scans you up and down. Was that the fifth time today? New record, guys.

“I guess,” he purses his lips with a slight smile, “She always knows how to make a moment memorable. Oh?

Your palms were sweating once again and you wouldn’t have taken note of it if you weren’t holding Jungkook’s goddamn hands at the moment. Why you of all people?

“Coming of a little strong, partner,” the nervousness in your giggly tone ever the obvious thing.

A small smile, “What about you?”

Oh, right. You needed to answer.

It wasn’t like you were an actual couple, “Uh—,” but why is the air between you so thick?

You struggle to find an answer and decide to go with the first thing that pops in your mind,“Well,” Shut up, Y/N, “He always manages to sneak his way in my thoughts.”

Why didn’t you shut up?

However, at this Jungkook smiles, but it isn’t the taut one you’ve seen hundreds of times before, no. Jungkook’s entire face scrunches up and the moons under his eyes seem to have constellations that creased outwards; the way his nose rumpled, his cheeks puffed up and his front teeth steamed the spotlight. Jungkook wasn’t smiling, the boy in front of you was beaming.

And he was beaming at you.

“Next one?” He asks, his face still shining.

You can’t even move at the sight.

Shuffle. “What is your favorite memory with your partner?” He puts it down, “I have like three answers for this one.”

The lightness is back in an instant and you keep that picture of Jungkook on the back of your mind, “You do?”

“Yup,” he pops the P, “First, at the last Christmas party, I go to take a piss at the men’s bathroom, as one does.”

“Please, don’t say it,” you groan and you can’t even hide your face because Hattie would probably slap your hands into Jungkook‘s.

“But, wait,” he feigns shock, “I hear someone gagging in a stall, more specifically a woman. And who else could it have been but the Y/N L/N.”

The almost forgotten memory of you retching your heart out in a smelly toilet and a suited Jungkook carrying you back to Seokjin comes back, and though it’s fuzzy and the mere thought of it is dreadful, Jungkook’s laugh is contagious, even to you now.

“Ah, I never thanked you for that.”

“You don’t need to—.”

“I didn’t finish,” you look at him disillusioned, “And I shouldn’t, because Mother Jin rubbed it in my face the rest of the night about how I was the boss and he was the lousy, underpaid assistant.”

“Classic Jin,” he chuckled. “Okay, second of all, when you threw a coke at my face two seconds after meeting me.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny, Jungkook,” your voice is dry, “But to my defense—.”

“I looked at you weird, totally a justifiable course of action,” he raises his brow, “What about you?”

“What about me?,” Your confusion is cleared up when you’re reminded that you were simply playing a silly card game, “I would have to say… Watching your boss throw a drink at your face after you asked her to make you a partner in the firm.”

Jungkook seems to have buried the memory, “What is it with you people throwing liquids at me?”

You put a thoughtful hand to your chin, “You just have a very drink throwable face.”

He’s quick to snatch your hand back into his and it doesn’t even ring in your mind, “Another one.”

Groan. “Fine, uhm—,” you purse your lips, “Honestly? Maybe, right after that when you were on the sidewalk crying and piss-drunk and you just kind of talked to me.”

Jungkook’s surprised expression has a genuinity to it, “Oh, no. What did I say?”

You shake your head as if to say ‘Nothing’, “You were just going on about how hard you’ve been working and you couldn’t even go out with your friends and you didn’t look at me in the eye even once,” you’re staring into the empty space, “You just said ‘this was a nice dream but I have to wake up now’ and blacked out.”

Your giggle is akin to a little schoolgirl’s and you look backat Jungkook, the night sky in his smile back once again. Hm. Cu—

Hattie claps and the noise bounces you back from your trance. You whip your hands out of Jungkook's hold, afraid they were going to end up drenched from your heart palpitations — Seriously, why was it so hot in the middle of the ocean?

You avoid Jungkook’s searching eyes to the best of your abilities. This could only be a fever.

“We seem to have reached the end of our loving session,” the biggest smile on her face, she can’t wait to get rid of us, “Each couple’s loving drink is awaiting at the exit. The robes are complementary, please do not forget your possessions and stay in love!” Thank God.

You’re on your feet in no time, practically jogging to the exit when Hattie suddenly grabs hold of you, making Jungkook stop in his tracks.

“You two kept on interrupting my class,” she narrowed her eyes but there’s a nicety to her, “But I let it slide, it’s not like I haven’t dealt with worse. Plus, you two have something special that most of the other couples in this room didn’t have.”

A woman scoffs at Hattie’s words when she passes by with her own wife.

Your lack of response is filled with Jungkook’s curious words, “And what is that?”

She leans in a little closer, “Shine,” she whispers this time, “A shine to your eyes and a shine to the way you dance around each other, it’s envying.”

The shine she was referring to was surely the dislike you had for each other. Surely.

You were so sure that you wouldn't stick around for another crazy word of hers and you go back to your almost-running pace to the elevator, not looking back to check if Jungkook had followed behind you.

Why were you so embarassed?

You reach your room in no time and hide yourself beneath the sheets. For a few moments you don’t move, as if you were waiting for something, or someone, to come knocking at the door; and when no one does, your chest weighs a little heavier as if you were disappointed.

“Are you telling me that Jungkook made you moan?” Jin’s voice shrill through the speakerphone, your knees to your chest as you sat at the balcony.

“That’s besides the point, Jin,” you groan, “But, yes.”

He hisses through his teeth, just like the snake he is, “Yeah, there’s no coming back from that.”

“Please,” you’re begging at this point, “Help me.”

“I don’t know what to say Y/N. The symptoms you described don’t sound like the flu, it sounds like raging thirsty hormones.”

Beep, you hear through the glass doors, making you turn, “You’re the worst,” the handle was rotating, “I gotta go, Jin. Love you, bye,” you whisper into the microphone as you grab the phone and make your way into the room for who knows what reason.

And there you were, like a fucking idiot, standing in the middle of the room when Jungkook walks in, scratching the back of his neck when you lock eyes.

“Hey.”

You bite your lip, “Hey.”

The air weighs down with words that wanted to be said and the uncertainty of what they meant, and nobody says anything as you fidget with your skirt Jungkook makes his way to his pile of clothes.

You watch as he digs his way and he seems to be looking for something.

Does he need help—

“Fucking hell, Y/N?”

Excuse me?

You come closer to his little circus act with your hands behind your back, “What?”

Jungkook stands up and you can feel his breath on the tip of your nose, “Where’s my shirt?”

Now, you were truly baffled.

“What shirt?”

He goes to the bathroom and continues his search for said shirt, “My hawaiian shirt,” his voice echoes, “It’s pink, it looks exactly like yours.”

Wow. And he picked on you for that on your very first night together. Wow.

“Why would I steal it?” You start searching through the pile of clothes on the chair, sure to find something.

“I didn’t say you stole it,” Jungkook is striding towards you, “You could’ve just gotten them mixed—.”

His sentence never finds an end when you stand up and turn at the very same moment he comes behind you, your bodies clashing and falling to the floor with a bang. Jungkook is on top of you, the only thing stopping your faces from touching being his upend arm, you don’t even notice your hand was holding onto it until you feel something flex beneath your fingertips.

Could this day get any better?

It takes a few moments for any of you to move, but when you do it’s up and rushing, both of you dusting off your clothes as if there was anything to dust off and staring intently at the ground.

“Uhm—,” Jungkook is the first to break the silence as he grabs something from behind you, “Found it.”

And you both wait for someone to say something else, still no one does and Jungkook puts the shirt back in the pile, walking towards the door.

But just before he could take those final steps, you grab him by the wrist and breathe out. You hated this.

“Look, Jungkook,” he does, “I’m really sorry for running off, I just felt really weird, you know?”

He early waits for you to continue.

“It’s just—,” you let go of him, your fingertips burning from the touch, “—today was a lot. I think we’ve never had real, sober time together that lasted for more than an hour and there was so much touching and talking,” you find yourself rambling, “It was just, really overwhelming because we’re not that close, “So, let’s just go back to insulting each other every two seconds and have a good dinner?”

He seemed to be expecting more, but if he was he doesn’t say a word about it and puts on a happy façade, “Only if you promise to not moan in the middle of our meal.”

Your expression falls flat. “You know what, forget it—.”

“Fine, fine,” he puts his hands up in defeat and unlocks the door, “They’re serving sushi tonight,” he doesn’t wait for you as he heads to the elevator, “So hurry up, dumbass.”

You smile, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Dumbass.

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pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: angst tags//warning: established relationship, wild gojo appeared // blood, character death, emotion distress, mention of shibuya note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. note that i put descriptions of the characters i write so it would be easier for me, you’re free to imagine the character the way you seem fits! okay listen imma be honest i dont like this part that much dhhdbdjksncjddiem and im sorry if it sucks bcs istg i cant compete to part 1 and 2 of it so IM SORRY tagging @unabashednightmarepizza @sassyeahhhh @dok-ja @sukirichi [bold means i cant tag u idky :( lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

few years ago;

“you’re fucking ridiculous!”

“you’re injured, how the fuck is it me that’s being unreasonable?”

she contemplated stabbing him straight to his chest. “i’m fine, leave me alone,” she hissed, holding on to her arm as she tried to limp away. second year jujutsu student noritoshi kamo wondered how the hell one could be this stubborn. with blood caked up on the side of her face, lips busted and bruising in the corner, not to mention the broken arm and probably twisted ankle, he could not understand how one could be this reckless and stupid, it’s almost ridiculous.

but here she is standing in front of him.

“you could’ve let me handle it,” he said, coldly.

she never turned that fast in her life; her limping leg suddenly worked fine as she hauled her ass, throwing both fists to his chest. the force put was enough to threw him back a few steps, he caught her wrists holding her from falling down. “stop acting like i’m so fragile. i can exorcist the curse just fine. you make me hate you so much,” she spitted, pure rage etched on her face, “just because i’m a girl, because i’m your girl, i’m weak. please, i am as good as you are, kamo.”

their faces were so close, he could count the freckles spread on her nose and cheeks. he loves her eyes the very first time he caught glimpse of it; one is a dull brown while the other looks like it carries the secret of the bright blue sea. this time, the eyes he loves looked hopeless, lack of the burning spirit she carried with tears threatening to spill. letting go of a wrist, his trembling hand brushed the hair coated with the blood back, carefully not to hurt her. “i never said you are bad,” he clarified, fingers busy brushing the hair back. his sudden reaction surprised her, and her body betrayed her thoughts as she eased in his arms.

he tilted her chin, his head was panicking as he realised that his brain was no longer controlling his movement as he leaned down and kissed her.

she tasted like blood.

she winced, pain aching on the swollen part and he apologized so quietly as he deepened the kiss. “nori-” her voice croaked as she swallowed his moans. he hummed, satisfied by the kiss. their foreheads rest against each other, the tip of their noses touched as they struggled to catch breath.

“stop being stupid. let me help you okay?”

“okay.”

slipping his arm under hers, he helped her walk, leading them out of the abandoned building they managed to exorcist. nothing major, a couple of pestering level three and four curses that them both handled well but their supervisor missed to tell them about the hiding level two curse that took them by surprise. she had become the curse’s main target.

if she would’ve just listened to him and stay close. he sighed.

“ouch, ouch,” she cried, clutching on her left leg, forcing him to stop. impatient, he slipped his hand under her knees, lifting her up in his arms. she apologized profusely, embarrassed to be such a burden to him. he brushed it off immediately.

“did you call them? told them that we are done?”

she gasped, “wait, i thought they’ll wait for us.”

he huffed, “you’re not that important, y/n. give them a call, please. i want to go home.”

kicking the door open, the moonlight shone on them as he carried her down to the bottom stairs. settling her down on the steps, he sat beside her, letting a long sigh. he watched as she took the call, letting them know that she was slightly injured, and they need to go back asap. she was visibly tired, and he was the same too.

he couldn’t help but to sigh at the way the moonlight enveloped her. he had loved her from the very first moment he caught his eyes on her; she caught him staring, called him out publicly and ignored all his advances. it took him a lot to court her. she’s a gojo, she can have anything and everything with the sky is the limit.

but one thing money could never buy is affection.

it started with little stuffs; noritoshi waiting for her with her lunch readied every day. it annoyed her but momo (who was secretly rooting for him) forced her to just do it. “it’s just a lunch,” momo said sheepishly. noritoshi would have them paired all the time for the missions. she’d accepted it with open heart. noritoshi would also teach her how to weld a bow and shoot arrows. she promised that she would go out on date with him if he taught her.

by the end of their first year, they became inseparable.

the idea of being apart from her hurts him physically and mentally. she took a sharp breath when he laced his fingers between her own, quickly telling the other person on the phone that she was okay. “it was just noritoshi,” she replied with a small laugh. their hands fit each other; his skin contrasted her slightly tanned skin. while his hands were rough from welding the bow and he kept his nail short and clean, hers were slightly softer with her nails painted prettily. this month she had her nails painted in pastel. all the girls’ day out with momo and mai had proven its importance. he was happy to provide her with his black card despite her discontent.

“analysing my hands now?”

he smiled slightly, “it looks very pretty. i guess i got my money worth. are they coming?”

she leaned on his shoulder, his own wrapped around her as she closed her eyes, “they are around the corner. i would definitely need another round this week,” she teased. kissing her forehead gently, he didn’t mind that his uniform was stained with her blood; he was glad that she’s safe.

“i’ll happily take you there.”

few years later;

noritoshi kamo almost lost his mind. the stadium was half destroyed, huge craters on the pitch with the sight of his wife nowhere to be found. he looked up to the black pitch curtain encasing the stadium area from the sky, a curse escaped his lips.

“where the fuck are you?” he grunted, scanning the area.

she is gone, his stubborn little wife. she could’ve just wait but annoyed that their dinner date was interrupted and eager because this was their first mission together as a married couple; she escaped his supervision. as they were dealing with minor curses outside, she decided to head on forward, leaving him to deal with whatever is left. he beat himself inside for letting her come, he could easily do this himself and send her home safely, but she blinked her eyes and he was weak. she always has her way with him.

his step stopped when he realised there was a shadow ahead.

“she’s pretty,” the thing said.

his blood ran cold, “what did you do to my wife?”

the curse let out a laugh. it was sinister enough to send chills down his spine. especially when he realised the head it was stepping on was his wife. her eyes were fluttering back and forth, struggling to stay awake. a howl shocked him, shivers down his spine at the painful whimpers her shikigami making. cursed spirits were devouring it alive, overwhelming it and chewing every part of its body. his wife was too weak to dispel the shikigami; it’s dangerous as the devoured wolf shikigami will drain her cursed energy by a second.

all shikigami linked directly to the owner; everything inflected to the wolf, she could feel it too.

he needed a plan.

hidden in his wedding ring was a retractable knife. he rarely carries blood bags anymore as his power solidified itself. the older he got, the better he was at using and controlling a small steady flow of his own blood straight from the tap. with a clap of his hands, the knife cut his hand enough to send blood shooting like bullets. the blood hit the curses straight to its cores, died out instantly on impact, but the shikigami was beyond salvageable. it let out one last howl, one last goodbye before dropping to the ground, half of his snout gone. she will be devastated, it’s her only shikigami she managed to tame at such a young age, but at least it has stopped the shikigami from stripping his wife’s cursed energy to its core.

the fire burning in his eyes only made the curse laughed. he kicked her body away, spurting blood out of her mouth. she was halfway close to death’s doorstep.

“i will fucking murder you,” he hissed.

“my blood is my power. it’s supposed to rot human, stripping its meat from the bone like acid. however,” the curse nudged her body, “your wife didn’t. humour me, did your blood tainted hers? tell me, i’m curious how.”

“are you going to chit chat because i don’t have whole day.” his blood dripped on the pitch.

the curse grinned, shrugging his shoulder. he kneeled, running his bloody fingers on her cheeks leaving trails of flowers pattern that dissipated immediately, “i’m not here to fight. i’m here to serve a warning,” he looked up to the tensed sorcerer, “for gojo satoru. tell him, we’ll be waiting for him in shibuya.” noritoshi’s face scrunched in confusion.

“we have no business with the gojos.”

“but she is. she could change her name, married you, but it doesn’t erase the fact that she carried gojo’s blood in her vein. she’s the bridge to your two clans. i’m just killing two birds with one stone. ruin the kamo clan’s relationship with gojos and hurt gojo satoru. all thanks to her,” the curse turned his back on him, his laugh echoed as he walked away. the dark curtain disappeared slowly as the ground rumbled. a perfect chance for noritoshi to strike if it wasn’t because of the cursed spirit’s words gluing him to his spot, “oh, kamo, i believe a congratulation is overdue. let me know when’s the baby is due, i would love to drop by personally.”

the pillar holding on to the roof collapsed sending wave of dust all over the place. noritoshi covered his face, coughing as he sucked some in, removing his coat as a shield. the cursed spirit was no where to be found.

“the place is going to collapse! i’ll get the curse, you go get her!”

a voice echoed and he caught a glimpse of blond hair running past him and noritoshi didn’t think twice as he sprinted around the cracks and holes. who was that voice or who was the curse, he couldn’t give a single fuck, he just wants his wife back. he was shaking when he got to her, arms immediately scooped her up in his arms. her chest was raising slowly, blood dripping on the side of her lips as she struggled to exhale.

“you’re going to be okay,”

he told her, but he wasn’t sure if he will ever be.

“can you turn down the stupid light, it’s hurting my eyes.”

the voice laughed melodiously, the light moved to the other eye repeating the same thing.

“as you can see, she’s awake, slightly weak, but she should be okay.”

another voice interrupted, “are you sure?” she gasped, excited to hear a familiar voice. “nori?” she called out, unable to open her eyes, relying strictly to her hearing as she reached her shaky hands out for him. “her senses might be slightly off, just let her do it herself,” the woman’s voice noted, and she felt annoyed. how dare you underestimate me, her mind scoffed.

“my senses are fine. see?” she claimed as she held noritoshi’s hand up. he smiled, gently rubbing her hand with encouragement. “thanks, shoko, we are fine.”

“i’ll leave you be then. call me if you need anything.”

she listened to the clacking of shoko’s heels, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. she jumped, but he held her hand tighter, reassuring her that it’s alright. “so why can’t i see?” she asked, confident that they are alone now. she felt the bed sunk a little on the left side, “you were high on anesthesia, i’m surprise you could even move your jaw to speak.” she felt a finger brushed her hair aside, breath loomed on her face and she could feel her own face reddening up.

“are you going to kiss me or are you just going to tease me?” his heart swell up, despite her shaky voice almost made him laugh.

“do you trust me?” his hand cupped her cheek gently.

she nodded eagerly, “always.”

“good.”

his kiss hit her like a waft of fresh air. every kiss felt like a first kiss to her that she couldn’t help to react so eagerly to it. his tongue slipped through her defense, overwhelming her taste buds with such strong taste of iron. it didn’t stop her. she knew what he was doing from start. he peeked a little, didn’t stop a second from kissing her as he watched his blood marking appeared on her face. her hands went up around her neck pulling him closer and he obeyed, deepening the kiss.

heal; his mind commanded.

after a while, she pulled back, being the one to break apart from the kiss first, her chest raising up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. her eyes were wide open now, fluttering lazily as she leaned back on the propped-up pillow. he wiped the corner of his lips, eyes on her as he watched the open wound on her face and arms slowly closed leaving the fresh healed red marks behind. he relaxed when he heard a thank you coming from her, as she checked her healed arms.

“i’m disappointed with you,” he finally broke the silence.

“really?” she frowned. he always does this thing where he will immediately go into lecture mood every time she does something that pisses him off. it’s almost like a game to her as she waited for him to explode, “right now? not even going to wait until i’m discharged. this is a new record, toshi. like shoko said, i’m fine.” he shook his head, “it doesn’t make it right. you always disobeyed me. ignored my orders, going about with your goddamn big head, you could’ve been killed.”

she rolled her eyes, noritoshi is being noritoshi, what a drama queen, she mentally rolled her eyes, “but i’m not,” she pushed her hair back, twisting it easily into a simple loose knot, “i told you, i am not weak.”

“your shikigami was destroyed, your blood was poisoned, 70 percent was already circulating to every part of your vein, i had to beg for the higher up to help purify your blood,” her smile died down. this game no longer feels fun for her. noritoshi was really mad this time. “you think it’s fun and all game but game over, y/n. you need to stop doing this. if you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

“leave me alone, nori, if you just going to nag, please i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired.”

it made him angry that she was taking his word lightly. running his hand in his messy hair, he felt like hauling his head to the wall.

“you don’t understand-”

she slammed her hand on the bed, interrupting his words, “no YOU don’t understand me, i’m tired of you babying me. i’m an adult, i am your wife, stop treating me like a fucking child! we have been married for months, but god you’re suffocating me.”

“i will when you stop endangering yourself. i will stop treating your like a child when you stop acting like one. you’re pregnant, for the love of god!” he threw his hand on the wall. the wall cracked from the force. “i’m what?” she felt the world stopped spinning. she was hundred percent sure that her ears and head were deceiving her. he removed his hand from the hole he made on the wall, his body shaking from the amount of anger building up.

“noritoshi, answer me! what do you mean- i’m not pregnant, i had my period this month.”

“you are,” he shrugged. he felt something hit him in the back; looking down he saw the fluffy white pillow sitting by his feet.

he pointed to the bedside table where a sonogram perched up against a tissue box. she was about to lose her mind. “this is not funny, if this is your mean way of fucking me up because i won’t listen to you then this is just fucking cruel.”

he marched towards him, his hand went down on his chin, forcing her eyes on him, “until you stop playing your stupid games, until you stop treating your life like it’s nothing, until you consider my feelings and my worries, as your husband is valid, i do not exist in your life,” tears fell down her cheeks, “like you, i’m tired too.

“nori i-“

he left her before she could say a word. she broke into sob; her chest was pounding so hard that the blood pressure monitor was beeping. the door burst opened but it was not the face she wanted to see. she was immediately hysterical. satoru managed to hold her wrist down before she ripped the tubes and needles off her arms. “no, no, i want nori. where is he!” she screamed as satoru held her down. “you need to calm down, it’s not good for the baby,” satoru cooed, but she was not having it. he turned to shoko, “her cursed energy is skyrocketing, she’s going hysterical, do something!”

“let me go!”

shoko held out a syringe, “hold her down.”

she screamed, thrashing so rough that she almost slipped out of the strongest sorcerer’s hands. she managed to get a needle out before she felt another sharp pain on her back. shoko pulled the empty needle out and they retreated away as she fell on her butt backward. she was reduced to a babbling mess, her eyes drooped as she struggled to fight the waves of sleepiness hitting her one after another.

“tell him i’m sorry,” she croaked out, before everything turned completely dark.

the blood pressure monitor returned back to normal.

three days later;

“are you still going to ignore her? it’s been 3 days.”

“she needs to learn her place.”

gojo satoru disagreed. he eyed the head of the clan, shaking his head before standing up. he thought he could convince noritoshi kamo to visit his wife, but the man was as stubborn as- huh, her.

“i think she have learned enough, she’s miserable. you’re miserable.”

the man glared at the blonde man child, raising the cup of tea up for a sip. the tea doesn’t taste as good as the way she made it. he left her for 3 days and he found himself struggling to do everything alone.

he, noritoshi kamo, 23 years old and the head of the kamo family, could not make a cup of fucking tea.

she always said that the best way to make tea depends on how long you let it steep. “too early and you won’t get the right amount of flavour,” she explained, her back facing him as he watched from the counter as she loomed over the stove, “but if you steep it way too long you going to burn the tea leaves and it will make everything taste bitter.” she turned around, a huge smile on her face that made his heart skipped a beat.

he frowned; the tea tasted bitter.

“she’s pregnant, she’s supposed to be crazy. you are supposed to be the wise one. she is going to carry your child for 9 long months, i can’t explain to you how long that’s going to be but she is allowed to be crazy.”

he dropped the cup on the floor when gojo’s hand grabbed him by his collar, pulling him up from his chair.

“now please, see your goddamn wife before i deck you in the mouth.”

“i will.”

satisfied with his answer, gojo’s demeanor changed and he was again the man child they all know of him. noritoshi could no longer focus on the report in front of him; not when his mind is full of her and only her.

would she forgive him? he wasn’t sure.

but he would spend his lifetime making up to her and the baby if that’s necessary.

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starylust · 3 years

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Facetime? Part 2.

✧ I W A I Z U M I H A J I M E ✧

genre: fluff, teeny angst

warnings: drinking

Word Count: 958

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

A few days had passed since the incident with Matsukawa happened. Honestly you couldn’t feel the pain anymore. You felt kind of numb.

After you left the apartment you called up a friend and luckily they were nice enough to let you stay there for the time being. You had been a bed for the past few days not wanting to do anything. And to be fair, who would blame you?

You laid in bed as the door gushed open. Your friend had made plans to go to the club this evening and wanted you to come.

You didn’t know if you had the energy or not. Thinking about the situation, why were you moping around? Over a guy like him?

Your friend convinced you as you got up. She squealed getting excited that she would be able to dress you tonight.

She looked through her closet thinking which one would be just right. Flipping through the clothes a light gold body tight dress caught her eye. Smirking at the dress she took it off the hanger.

The music was loud and the lights shined. You swore you could feel the music vibrate throughout your body.

You looked around as if you had never been in a club before. And honestly you haven’t been to one since Matsukawa and you started dating.

You watched as your friends dispersed throughout the crowd. Standing at the entrance you took a glance around to see where you should go.

You saw a bar and decided to go over there and take a seat. Sitting down you order a drink for yourself.

A little time goes by and you’ve taken 4 shots now. Being the lightweight you are you were drunk. You were still able to be aware of your surroundings but your mind was a little fuzzy.

Taking one more shot you slammed the glass down and rested your head into your arms on the table. You sighed as you turned your head to the side and saw a guy approaching you.

He was averagely tall and had black spiky hair. You couldn’t tell much else as your vision wasn’t the clearest right now.

“Hey.” He said.

Wow he has a nice voice you thought.

“Hi,” you slurred out.

He chuckled at how you were like right now. He asked to take a seat next to you and you nodded your head yes.

“I’m Iwaizumi by the way.”

“I’m y/n.”

The two of you began some small talk here and there. He was pretty nice and funny, you thought.

You guys began to dig into deeper topics about your life. Matsukawa cheating just happened to come up.

Your eyes started to water as you explained what happened between you two. Iwaizumi paid close attention to every word you said nodding his head and not interrupting you.

You were glad you were able to talk about this to someone who weren’t your friends. They were always caring but a little overprotective of you.

Iwaizumi's face changed into a disgusted face as you continued on with your story. He stared at you in disbelief. How could a guy ever treat you like that?

He kept listening to all the things you were telling him. Sometimes he would be spacing in and out due to the fact that you looked so good to him right now.

The tears in your eyes started building up now and had begun running down your face.

Iwaizumi stared at you as he pushed his seat back a bit and opened his arms for you to get into. You agreed to get up from your chair and sit yourself in his lap.

You sat with your two legs diagonal to his. You rested your head into his neck as you continued talking.

He had a hand on you mid thigh and the other rubbing your back trying to comfort you. He had a little bit of a hard time understanding you since you kept on slurring all of your words.

After you were done talking at this point you just started balling your eyes out as the pain flushed back in. It felt good to be letting this all out. It felt like you were trapped with these negative emotions before.

Iwaizumi looked at you with sympathy in his eyes. He could tell how much pain this was really causing you and how distressed you were.

Even though the two of you had just met he felt like he needed to take care of you. He felt like he needed to show you what it felt like to be treated right and how it feels to be loved correctly.

He stared down at your figure seeing you got a little bit sleepy. Maybe it was from the drinking or the crying who knows?

He was a little shocked on how you could fall asleep in such a loud club like this. He shook you awaked a bit.

“Hey let me take you home. I know you’re tired and drunk so it’s not safe to go out by yourself okay?”

You nodded yes at his question. He moved one arm under your kneecaps and the other supported your back.

Looking down at the table he wanted to make sure he wasn’t leaving anything of yours here.

Iwaizumi started heading out as he carried you out bridal style. Yet again you put your head into his neck snuggling in comfortably while he walked to his car.

He opened the door for you and placed you into the passenger seat and buckled you up. He asked for your address and you gave it to him. But when were you going to realize you gave him your old apartment address instead of your friend’s address?

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for the ones who asked for a part 2! let me know if you want to me to tag you when part 3 is out!

part 3!

@pelicanpizza @kac-chowsballs @rrroadkill @rosiemalx

LOL i’m so sorry im ending it like this. i am so tired right now but i promise ill write the next part tomorrow;) anyway i hope this is what you guys kinda hoped for a have a pretty good idea of what i want the next part to be like!

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#iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwa x reader #iwa fluff #iwa comfort #iwaizumi comfort #iwaizumi hajime fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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skullstarz · 3 years

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the chaotic shinsou siblings

-> shinsou hitoshi and sibling!reader

i got this idea after trying to write smth about aizawa's niece/nephew moving in with him and decided i enjoy the chaotic energy of a tired hitoshi and a gremlin sibling more so have my self indulgent shit fest LOL

warnings: slight weed mentions, language, etc. also there's shinsou x kaminari in here we ship that in this household ok? also slight sero x reader hes hot sexy

word count: 566 words.

alternative title: HITOSHI IS TIRED OF U PLS

check out my masterlist for more of my works!!

the toothbrush accident

“oh shit-” “what did you do toshi?” you called out, instantly suspicious of your brother. you two were both in the bathroom, shinsou having a habit of barging in the bathroom whenever he wants, regardless of whether or not you were in the shower. “i uh. i may have dropped your toothbrush in the toilet-” “HOW THE FU-”

now shinsou’s at the store, you hollering at him through the phone about how not only does he owe you the trip to the store but also ice cream- for no reason. “what color do you want, bitch?” you squinted. “i dont want a color, whore, i want a peppa pig toothbrush”

he got you a plain one. bitch.

catching him making out

you knew someone came to visit him, having heard the front door open and close, and then loud laughing 20 minutes later. finally deciding you’ve let them have enough time without interruption, you got up to be the food rat you are and get some snacks.

oops. there you were, mid tiptoe, eyes stuck on him and- “mf is that a human pikachu?” the two stop basically EATING each other’s faces “Y/N GET OUT” “THIS IS THE LIVING ROOM. ITS A COMMON AREA. NOT A SEXY TIME AREA. I NEED TO FEAST” “hi! im kaminari denki!”

eat face time turned into denki and y/n bonding time. shinsou not happy.

shinsou’s grudge

“NO, YOU ARE NOT GETTING THE REMOTE” “PLEASE TOSHI PLEAAAAAASE” “NO.” your brother was currently holding the remote too far up for you to reach it “DUDE FUCK OFF JUST GIVE ME THE REMOTE” “thats what you get for being a short BITCH” you gasp, continuing to yell “toshi you are NOT an ally if you dont give me the remote!” “you caught me making out with a DUDE the other day, what do you mean im not an ally?!” you snort at his words.

“omg i forgot about that yeah but the way you were kissing him was like a hate crime!” the expression on his face was priceless as he tries to smack you “fuck YOU” “actually i think you wanna fuck denki, but okay” “STOP”

kitchen goblin

thunk. “oh fuck jsjexkaiq” shinsou cackled, hearing you verbally keyboard smash. making his way over to the kitchen, he found you on the floor, chip bags and snack boxes littered all over you and the floor. he pointed at you and snickered before you punched the air “hitoshi fuck oFFFFF” “missed, turd.”

“what were you even doing in the kitchen?” “what does it look like, purple fuck?” he scoffed “being a kitchen goblin” you sat up, punching his shin “MOTHERFUCK-” “ITS 2 AM IN THE MORNING WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING UP?!”

“nothing! sorry dad(zawa)...” you two say in unison.

da plug sero hanta

“who do you get your papers from shawty” you barge into shinsou's room, staring at him expectantly. “sero hanta, he’s denki’s friend” “oooo… give me his number” shinsou glared at you, about ready to slam his door in your face. “why…” “i literally just said- i- FOR PAPERS MF” “OH”

later shinsou found you, giggling at your phone in the living room. sneaking up on you, he snatched your phone and gasped at the messages “WHY ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH THE FUCKING PLUG? Y/N?” “CAUSE I CAN, AND I WANT TO”

"JESUS CHRIST Y/N"

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heewrlds · 3 years

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the boy next door | an enhypen au series

pairing: non-idol!sunghoon x reader x non-idol!jake

genre: fluff, angst, wholesome series

plot: you and sunghoon have been best friends for as long as you could remember. he finally musters up the courage to confess his feelings to you, but when a cute boy from australia moves next door, things start to take a turn.

notes: this is a jakehoon love triangle series ! i wrote this long time ago but i’ve fixed it up ! let me know if you have any suggestions or thoughts through my asks !! bolded mean it’s through text btw !! also all members of enha will be featured one way or another !!

tags: @cha-raena

i plan on updating every day btw !! if u want to be tagged then pls let me know !!

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you and jake walked through your front door to see sunghoon eating cupcakes in your kitchen.

your house was like a second home to him, your parents treated him like on of their own.

sunghoon heard the door open and to his surprise he saw you with another boy. he didn’t like that

“sunghoon! this is jake, he just moved today” you closed the door behind you. “I was thinking that maybe he could join us tonight so you two can get to know each other.” you eagerly wanted the two boys to become friends.

“hey man, its nice to meet you.” jake reached for sunghoons hand.

sunghoons eyes met jakes fingers.

he didnt want to go out with you and jake.

he was going to ask you out tonight... alone.

nonetheless, sunghoon didnt want to be rude or make you upset.

“hey, its nice to meet you. im park sunghoon.” sunghoon shook jakes hand, awkwardly smiling.

“y/n, im sorry but is there a washroom i can use” jake asked

“right over there, jake” you pointed to the hallway beside your kitchen as jake hurriedly rushed to the washroom as he didnt want to leave you two waiting.

you looked over to make sure jake couldnt hear you.

“hoon, isnt he soooo cute?” you squealed.

sunghoons eyes widened. “yeah i guess so”

he just felt like his heart shattered in a million pieces. do you like jake? was he too slow? did he miss his chance? will you ever love him back?

“hey sunghoon, who are those flowers for?” sunghoon was hiding flowers behind his back.

“oh these? theyre for uhhhh... your mom,, yeah” sunghoon scratched his head.

they were really for you.

jake came back from the washroom.

“so lets get going” jake smiled wiping his hands on his pants.

“on second thought, its getting kind of late and i have practice tomorrow morning. i dont think i can go” sunghoon really really did not want to go with you two.

“aw okay hoon, well i guess its just you and me jakey” you turned to jake, giggling.

jakey?! did she just call him “jakey” sunghoon thought. he couldnt let you two be alone together.

“on second thought, i can go for a bit” sunghoon changed his mind

“yayy” you clapped your hands as you three head out the door.

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you three talked for about an hour.

sunghoon felt awkward. it was like he was interrupting something.

they just met today. stop overthinking sunghoon took a sip of his milkshake, he looked at you who was looking at jake who was telling some sort of story about his school life back in australia.

“excuse me, im going to go to the washroom” you said. leaving the two boys alone.

“soooo, jake how do you like it here so far” sunghoon tried to break the ice.

“it was hard at first, but y/n is super kind. theres nothing between you two right?” jake remembered what you said earlier that day, but he saw the way sunghoon looked at you, and he saw those flowers in sunghoons hands earlier. he wondered how you were so oblivious that a handsome guy like sunghoon had a crush on you.

“aha nooo, we’re just friends” sunghoon turned red.

jake knew sunghoon was lying. he wanted to help sunghoon but he was kind of interested in y/n. he only met you today but he really felt a connection.

“ah okay good to know. shes really cute and i wouldnt want to ruin anything. would it be okay if i maybe you know” jake smiled.

jake didnt have any ill intention, he just wanted to get to know y/n better plus he was a competitive person.

“yeah of course aha” sunghoon looked down.

no no no no no he thought.

“thanks bro, i hope we can be friends” jake reached for sunghoons hand again.

sunghoon smiled back

“me too”

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later that night,,

sunghoon missed his chance and he knew it

he blew it. he may never get the chance to ask you out

he needed to move faster than jake.

he needed to get it together before jake could.

his phone rang

y/n: hey hoon,, are you okay? you were acting strange earlier

so y/n did notice.. he thought

sunghoon: im okay, ive just been tired.

y/n: are u sure??? :0

sunghoon: yes i am sure.

y/n: alright :)) anyways, what do you think of jake.. cute right ;) lol

sunghoon: yeah hes cool

y/n :/// you dont like huh... sunghoon dont be jealous

sunghoon: why would i be jealous?

y/n: hoon, no one could ever replace you. youre my best friend. youre like a brother to me.

sunghoon: aw ok, ty gn y/n

y/n: hoon? you good?

y/n: sunghoon??

y/n: hello????

sunghoon dialed a number on his phone.

“jay, can you help me out.” sunghoon needed advice from his greatest pal. jay park.

“are you finally going to ask out y/n”

“yes, i am”

“ALRIGHTTT! lets meet tomorrow at 12″

“sounds like a plan”

sunghoon hung up the phone.

he sighed, laying on his bed.

hopefully he wasnt too late.

next. chapter 3>>>

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passable-talent · 4 years

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part 4 was so so good!!!!! can you make a part 5? i’m in love with your writing and that series!!! you’re feeding my need for zuko content and i love u for that.

it literally took exactly 19 minutes to get a request for part 5

THANK U THO SHDBCNDGS IM HAPPY YOURE ENJOYING WHAT I DO

been excited to get back to this one, y’all aren’t ready 😏

OKAY I SAID YALL WERENT READY BEFORE I EVEN WROTE IT BUT NOW IVE WRITTEN IT AND LET ME FUCKING REITERATE: YALL ARE NOT F U C K I N G R E A D Y

For chapter five, and my five hundred follower special, we will go back to spring of the year 100 AG, right before Azula’s coup succeeded in their destruction of Ba Sing Se . . .

“So what’s happening?” You asked Mushi as the two of you hurried through the streets of the upper ring.

“Come close,” Mushi answered, and your footsteps brought you beside him.

“My nephew and I are more than refugees,” he began, “my name is Iroh, and I am the brother of the Fire Lord. My nephew, Zuko, is the banished prince of the Fire Nation. I’m sorry we lied to you, but we needed to, in order to stay in Ba Sing Se where we were safe from our family.” Your head reeled, but you kept beside him, because still you trusted this man. You were trained to react and to think, thanks to the Dai Li, so you analyzed his words.

“Were?” you questioned, wondering why he seemed to suggest that he was no longer safe.

“My niece, Princess Azula, has infiltrated the city. She tried to capture me- she did capture Zuko.” Your eyes widened, and your speed increased beside Iroh. “I need your help to retrieve him, and the Avatar’s. That’s where we’re headed.” You looked up at the house you were approaching, half caved in from some sort of destruction. What had happened here?

“The Avatar?” you asked, and Iroh nodded, pausing in front of the door to knock politely. You waited beside him, but held your forehead- you were so shocked about everything you were finding out.

Zuko- not Lee. The banished prince of the Fire Nation. You hadn’t even known that the prince of the Fire Nation had been banished! What else didn’t you know about the other nations of the world beyond the walls of Ba Sing Se?

Why had this information been kept from you? You were training to be in the Dai Li, one of the best and most important police forces of the Earth Kingdom, shouldn’t this information be privy to you? Why wasn’t it?

You were pulled from your thoughts as a girl opened the door, and regarded Iroh with friendliness.

“I need your help,” he began, and you watched the reactions of the other two at the door. They seemed frightened by Iroh- what kind of history had they that you weren’t aware of?

Why were you kept in the dark about everything?

“You guys know each other?” demanded the boy you had to assume was the avatar, who didn’t seem much concerned with your presence. Maybe it was the earth kingdom robes?

“I met him in the woods once, and knocked him down,” answered the girl, and with her gaze that didn’t seem focused on the avatar you wondered if maybe she was blind. She, however, seemed like a strong earthbender. It was one of the things you were trained to pick up on in the Dai Li, and relied entirely on how a person carried herself. “Then he gave me tea and some very good advice.”

“May we come in?” Iroh asked sheepishly, and you wondered why there wasn’t more urgency to his tone.

“Who’s your friend?” the clearly water tribe boy demanded, and you lifted your chin, being acknowledged.

“I’m Y/N, a soon-to-be member of the Dai Li,” you answered, “You can trust me.”

“The Dai Li?” Avatar Aang responded, more shock in his face than before.

“That makes us even less likely to trust you!!” the water tribe boy shouted, and your eyebrows knitted together.

“The Dai Li are the protectors of the city!” you said, though you felt doubt gnaw at your spine- they had kept so much from you, their own cadet.

Iroh turned his eyes to you, and something in his gaze told you to hush up.

“Princess Azula is here, in Ba Sing Se,” Iroh told them, his tone stern and serious.

“She must have Katara!” Aang said, and you looked to Iroh. You didn’t know these people- but that Azula would capture both Zuko and a friend of the avatar meant that she was one of two things: insanely brave or insanely stupid.

“She has captured my nephew, as well,” Iroh said.

“Then we’ll work together to fight Azula, and save Katara and Zuko,” the avatar said, and you felt a little lightness crawl into your heart. You’d be able to help save Zuko, and a friend of the avatar? You were about to go on a crazy adventure.

“Whoa there,” said the water tribe boy, walking back into the conversation, “you lost me at ‘Zuko.’ “

“I know how you must feel about my nephew,” Iroh began, and your expression softened. There was definitely history here, and you’d be interested to learn it. “But believe me when I tell you, there is good inside him.” You brought your eyes to the avatar’s, and nodded, trying to fathom something to say that they’d believe. They didn’t know you, didn’t know what you stood for, and it seemed that you didn’t know much of that yourself.

“I’ve known Zuko for a while,” you said, “and he’s never been anything other than a scared and polite refugee.”

“Good inside him isn’t enough!” The water tribe boy insisted, “Why don’t you come back when it’s outside him too, okay?” Your chest deflated further, and you had to wonder: what had Zuko done, what had Zuko been, that they had this strong of a hatred for him?

Did you want to know?

“Katara’s in trouble,” Aang said to his friend, “All of Ba Sing Se’s in trouble. Working together is our best chance.”

On the way toward the catacombs of the city underneath the palace, you learned Sokka and Toph’s names, as well as the true treachery of the Dai Lee. You learned about the war with the Fire Nation, and had a smile on your face as you took in how lucky you were that the two firebenders whom you had come to love were the only two on the right side of this war.

“Well, whaddaya know, there is an ancient city down there,” Toph said, her hand pressed to the stone courtyard, “but it’s deep.” She opened up a large hole in the stone, heading downward.

“How can you tell?” You asked, and she cracked her knuckles in your direction.

“Right, you’re classically trained,” she mocked with a rude laugh, which made you smile. “I can sense seismic activity through stone. Maybe I’ll teach you, when this is over.” You nodded, intrigued, before Sokka grabbed your attention.

“We should split up. Aang, you go with Iroh and Y/N to look for Katara and the angry jerk,” he said. “No offense,” he added in Iroh’s direction, and once again you found yourself confused on the nature of their shared past when Iroh said “none taken.”

“And I’ll go with Toph to warn the Earth King about Azula’s Coup.”

Aang, Iroh, and you began heading down into the tunnel, Iroh holding up fire for light while you and Aang took turns lengthening the tunnel downwards.

“So, Toph thinks you give pretty good advice,” Aang said, seeming to try to make conversation. “And great tea.” A smile came to your face- Iroh’s tea was the reason that you were, apparently, romantically involved with the prince of the Fire Nation.

Imagine that.

“The key to both is proper aging,” Iroh said, and you laughed under your breath. “What’s on your mind?” Aang paused, and took his turn lengthening the tunnel.

“Well, I met with this guru who was supposed to help me master the avatar state and control this great power.” You turned to look at the avatar as you walked, amazed at both his story and his mere stature. You never thought that you’d get to meet the avatar.

“But to do it, I had to let go of someone I love, and I just couldn’t.” You reached the end of the tunnel, and took stance beside Iroh to take your turn lengthening it. However, Iroh began speaking, and you figured it rude to interrupt him.

“Perfection and power are overrated. I think you are very wise to choose happiness, and love.” With a smile on your face you earthbent and opened up the tunnel further, deciding then and there that you would stick with Iroh. Surely you weren’t to stay and train with the Dai Li, and as it seemed he was teaming up with the avatar, maybe you’d get to help fight in the war!

“But what happens if we can’t save everyone and beat Azula?” You didn’t answer, and let Iroh, both because you didn’t know the answer, and because you felt that the scope of your knowledge and importance wasn’t what it needed to be to even participate in this conversation.

“Without the avatar state, what if I’m not powerful enough?”

“I don’t know the answer,” Iroh said, making you gaze to the side at him. “Sometimes life is like this dark tunnel. You can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving...” Iroh paused as Aang took his turn to break through the stone in front of you, revealing light and a wide open new space, “...you will come to a better place.” You paused, standing on the edge of a cliff, to look out over the ancient city. There was a fountain in front of you, making the air smell fresh even though you were so far below ground. It was amazing, and part of you wished you could have stayed. However, you knew that there was much more pressing matters, and so you quickly moved along with Iroh and Aang into another chamber to hopefully find the prisoners you were looking for.

Aang burst through another wall of stone, and quickly disappeared through the hole as you and Iroh followed.

“Aang!” A girl shouted before embracing him, and you barely put it together that this must be ‘Katara’ before your feet had carried you to Zuko, and hugged him tightly. You yielded this, however, to Iroh, who hugged him with just as much relief as you felt in your heart.

“Uncle, I don’t understand,” Zuko said, a malice you didn’t recognize glinting in his eyes. “What are you doing with the avatar?”

“Saving you, that’s what,” Aang said, and Zuko began to lunge before Iroh caught his chest. You flinched- this wasn’t the boy you knew at all.

“Zuko, it’s time we talked,” Iroh told him, then looking at Aang and Katara. “Go help your other friends. We’ll catch up with you.” Aang and Katara turned away while you stood still, but Iroh turned to you. “You as well. It’ll be alright.” You nodded, and raced down the tunnel after Katara.

“We’ve gotta find Sokka and Toph!” Katara shouted, but you couldn’t answer her before you heard roaring behind you. You didn’t recognize the sound, but when you turned and saw blue fire, nothing could’ve prepared you.

This wasn’t in your training. It wasn’t in your index of attacks to react to. You had no idea what to do- if it wasn’t for Aang and the wall that he raised, you would’ve surely been charred on the spot.

You didn’t recognize the girl that had shot it, but you felt that it was safe to assume it must’ve been Azula.

Katara raced around the wall and picked up water, revealing herself as a powerful water bender before your eyes. The fight between her and Azula created a cloud of steam, and you staggered back even further from Aang’s wall, your chest rising and falling quickly.

You were panicking.

All of that training, everything that your instructors had ever done to harden your will and sharpen your reaction time, it stood nothing against this. This, with the sister of the guy you were crushing on shooting blue fire at the avatar, and you weren’t even sure who’s side you should be on.

That was stupid, of course you knew you should be on the avatar’s side. But something in your head whispered doubts- she was Zuko’s sister. She was the leader of the Dai Li, who you belonged to.

Azula appeared from the steam and shot two fireballs at Aang and Katara, who were forty or so feet in front of you. You just watched, dumbfounded, and realized quickly that she wasn’t aiming at you. She wasn’t targeting you at all.

She landed on a column, which Aang rocked beneath her, and she fell down to stand between Aang and Katara, her back to you. She kept her hands pointed at both of them, but suddenly, her attention turned toward you.

“You’re Y/N, right?” She asked, and your eyes widened. “I remember you. You’re a very impressive cadet, you could be an asset to me. I control the Dai Li, now, and so your allegiance is to me.”

Just for a moment, Katara’s gaze turned to you, wondering if there was any truth to that statement.

Was there?

A fireball impacted the ground between Aang and Azula and you staggered backward, looking up for the source of the flame.

Zuko. Relief filled your chest- at least you knew for sure you were on his side.

As though time was frozen, you watched as he turned his ready stance from aiming at Aang, to aiming at Azula, and your tension melted away. You could fight beside Zuko and the avatar and Katara, and surely between the four of you the princess would be defeated.

Then, from your position fifty feet behind Aang, you saw Zuko’s eyes land on the avatar.

The calmness drifted away, and all you saw was rage.

Fire blasted toward Aang, and he couldn’t avoid the plume, his air bending keeping him from harm but also sending him back beside you. Zuko’s fire kept coming, and you threw up a wall in front of you, turning to the side with your body made into a smaller target out of pure fear.

Zuko had turned on Aang. He’d shot fire at Aang- he’d shot fire at you.

Aang leapt away to continue his battle, which left you behind your wall of stone, paralyzed with fear and indecision and betrayal and anger and sadness.

Didn’t you know Zuko at all? That look in his eye... you had never seen that before. There was pure rage inside him, and you couldn’t understand it, you couldn’t comprehend how this was the boy you’d cared for.

You heard fire roaring throughout the cave, and the whooshing of the wind that Aang sent back. Rocks clattered to the floor and water shot around the cavern, and it was all too much, the sounds of martial arts and groaning and impacts, you couldn’t get a clear thought through your mind.

“I thought you had changed!” Katara’s yell echoed off the rocks, and just for a moment your hands lifted from your temple. Was she talking to Zuko?

“I have changed,” he answered, and it was in the silence that followed that you made up your mind, finally.

Zuko was on the wrong side of this war. Not as you’d thought.

You heard a yelp from Katara and brought up a hunk of earth underneath you, launching you across the cave and into a defensive position in front of her with a battle cry. Both Azula and Zuko seemed surprised by this decision, but before any of you could react, the rumbling of Aang’s reemergence interrupted the fight. They turned their attention to him, which gave you the moment to send a hunk of stone into both of their abdomens, knocking them backward. However, your eyes turned up with the sound of Dai Li stone chains, and you couldn’t pull your limbs in tight enough to avoid their sudden grip on you.

“No,” you snarled as Katara woke, and brought a ring of water around the both of you. You stood back to back with her, small finger movements slowly dissembling the stone chains around your wrists so you could help her in the fight.

But there were too many agents- you knew you couldn’t take them all on. Not even with a master waterbender at your back.

A gust of wind surprised you, and you broke free in time to see Aang rise from shattered crystal inside a beam of light. It was amazing- and you were stunned into awe.

Lightning struck the avatar.

Katara nearly drowned you in the wave she created, but you pulled up a slab of stone just in time to surf on it behind her, just like you had on summer days in Lake Laogai. Mowing down Dai Li agents, and the royal siblings, the two of you raced toward the falling avatar, before he was caught by Katara. Soaked, exhausted, and tears blurring your vision, you stood between her and the siblings, who walked toward her, as though they were predators, and she an easy meal.

Though you knew you should be watching them both, your eyes were on Zuko. Maybe, there was some of Lee left in him, and seeing you would bring it back. But his eyes were firmly on the dead-or-dying avatar, hungry, predatory, and your heart shattered.

Fire cut off their path and you looked up to see Iroh, who leapt down in front of even you.

“You’ve got to get out of here!” He shouted, looking back at you. “I’ll hold them off for as long as I can!” Katara stood and you joined her on Aang’s other side, carrying the avatar toward a waterfall, the sound of fire roaring behind you.

It was terrifying.

“Hold onto him!” Katara shouted, her grip tight on the avatar as she used her other hand to bend an upward spiral around the three of you.

You watched Iroh face Zuko until the rock covered your vision, and you closed your eyes.

Back on Appa, you kneeled behind Sokka, one eye keeping a watch on Katara as she attempted to heal Aang. But mostly, you gripped Appa’s fur, and cried.

The Dai Li had lied to you. Zuko and Iroh had lied to you. The Dia Li turned on you. Zuko turned on you. Zuko turned on Iroh, Azula killed the avatar. Everything was so messed up, beyond proportion, skewed beyond belief. The boy you thought you might’ve loved...

He’d never existed in the first place.

And though the avatar lived, you laid your forehead to the bison’s back, and sobbed.

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takahero · 3 years

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in honour of finishing inkspell, here are some basta observations I picked up along the way. also, inkspell spoilers warning! i also have MANY MANY thoughts so i’d love to hear what you guys think to some of the questions raised

“He hadn’t changed: the same thin face, the same way of narrowing his eyes, and there was an amulet dangling around his neck to ward off the bad luck that Basta thought lurked under every ladder, behind every bush.” — pg.138

“Basta’s left hand was bandaged, Elinor noticed when he took his fingers away from her mouth.” — pg.139

“‘I’d have been here much sooner, believe you me, but they put me in jail for a while on account of something that happened years ago. No sooner was Capricorn gone than all the people who’d been too scared to open their mouths suddenly felt very brave.’” — pg.140 (see they never tell us WHY he was in prison, do they? the possibilities are endless. we know he committed atrocious things, like arson, but imagine if he got put in jail for something completely different…LOL)

“‘You wouldn’t believe how often I’ve told him there’s nothing to be ashamed of in going to jail, particularly when your prisons here are so much more comfortable than our dungeons at home.’” — pg.140 (OHHHTMGOD MEME IDEA)

“Basta flung his arm so roughly round Orpheus’ neck that his glasses slipped down his nose.” — pg.141

“‘Hold your tongue, Basta!’ Mortola interrupted him abruptly. ‘You’ve always liked the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.141

“‘Well, Silvertongue, I’m sorry it’s taken some time,’ he said in his soft, cat-like voice.” — pg.180

“‘My son always said revenge was a dish best eaten cold,’ observed Mortola.” — pg.181 (question. did basta find out about mortola’s true identity between inkheart & inkspell? do u think he realised it when mortola cried when capricorn died?)

“Basta passed a finger over his throat and winked at him.” — pg.186 (wink 2 LMAO)

“Basta bent down and picked up a rusty helmet lying at his feet. ‘What do you expect me to say?’ he growled, throwing the helmet back into the grass with a gloomy expression, and giving it a kick that sent it clattering against the wall. ‘Of course it’s our castle. Didn’t you see the figure of the goat on the wall there? Even the carved devils are still standing, though they wear ivy crowns now — and look, there’s one of the eyes that Slasher liked to paint on the stones.’” — pg.190

“‘So Basta was right after all. He’s dead, here and in the other world too.’” — pg.191 (interesting….so Basta knew Mortola’s plan wouldn’t work? he just wanted a ride home?)

“‘I’d really like to know what happened!’ he muttered. ‘I always said Capricorn wasn’t here, but what about the others?…What are we going to do if they’re all gone?’ Basta sounded like a boy afraid of the dark. ‘Do you want us to live in a cave like brownies until the wolves find us? Have you forgotten the wolves? And the Night-Mares, the fire-elves, all the other creatures crawling around the place…I for one haven’t forgotten them, but you would come back to this accursed spot where there are ghosts lurking behind every tree!’ He reached for the amulet dangling around his neck, but Mortola did not deign to look at him.

“‘Oh, be quiet!’ she said, so sharply that Basta flinched.” — pg.192

“‘You’re going to leave them here?’ That was Basta’s voice.” — pg.193 (at first I was like oh so he has a heart….but then he was mean to resa straight after this 🙄)

“‘Sorry, but he must have overlooked me, shut up in that cage as I was,’ purred Basta in his catlike voice.” — pg.377

“‘Wasn’t it Mortola who had you put in the cage to be fed to the Shadow?’ Basta just shrugged his shoulders and flung back his silver-grey cloak. Of course, he had his knife. A brand new one, it seemed, finer than any he’d ever had in the other world, and undoubtedly just as sharp.

“‘Yes, not very nice of her,’ he said as his fingers caressed the handle of the knife. ‘But she’s really sorry.’” — pg.377 (okay so it SOUNDS like he threatened/made some kind of bargain with his knife, but I strongly doubt that considering how afraid he seems of her?? i know he’s technically working for the adderhead but even by the end of the book, it seems he is far closer to mortola than adderhead. what is their relationship? or does he sincerely think she’s sorry/has deluded himself into believing such? UGH SO MANY QUESTIONS)

“Basta had always liked describing his own and other people’s abominable deeds in detail.” — pg.378

“‘But we’re not going to shoot you.’ Basta came a little closer to Fenoglio, his face as intent as that of a stalking cat.” — pg.378 …. living for all the cat references tbh

“‘He wants you to crawl on your belly to him, that’s what our noble lord and master likes. But never mind, he pays well!’” — pg.378 (yes basta all abt getting that bread LMAOOOO)

“He slowly drew the knife from his belt. Its blade was long and slightly curved.” — pg.379

“‘Hey Basta, I know you like the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.379 (AHAHAHAHA HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE CALLED OUT BASTA ON THIS NOW? IVE LOST TRACK)

“With a regretful sigh, Basta put the knife back in his belt. ‘Yes, very well, you’re right,’ he said in surly tones. ‘I need to take my time with this sort of thing. Questioning people is an art, a real art.’” — pg.380 (LMAOOOOOOO HE IS SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN)

“Basta. The same thin face, the same twisted smile. Only the clothes were different. Basta was no longer wearing his white shirt and black suit with the flower in his buttonhole. No, Basta now wore the Adderhead’s silvery grey, and he had a sword at his side. With a knife in his belt too, of course. But he was holding a dead chicken in his left hand.” — pg. 455

“‘Yes, they are!’ purred Basta. ‘The little witch, and the fire-eater into the bargain. It was well worth the wait. Even though I’ll probably never get that damned flour out of my lungs again.’” — pg.455 (ok….so who’s gonna draw basta sitting amongst the flour AAHHAHA)

“‘Servant? Who’s a servant here? Just listen to him. As bold as if he’d never felt my knife! Have you forgotten how you screamed when it cut your face?’” — pg.457 … don’t call basta a servant…..noted

“‘Oh, don’t look so disbelieving, little witch, I still can’t read and I don’t intend to learn, but there are enough fools around the place who can, even in this world.’” —pg. 457 (i wonder how much capricorn influenced basta’s views on reading. because capricorn said that he learnt how to read from a maid, right? so basta certainly wouldn’t have trash-talked reading in front of him. and even after living in OUR world for nine years, I’m still surprised that he never attempted to learn, given how dependent we are on it. anyway my headcanon is that he secretly wants to, but doesn’t want to give others the satisfaction of knowing they have something he doesn’t. also nobody he knows would be willing to teach him (unless he threatened them) bc of his obviously violent and short-tempered nature…and learning requires so much patience. still, though, would love a fic of basta being taught how to read in secret and having some kind of positive interaction)

“‘You’re even more talkative than you used to be, Basta.’ Dustfinger’s voice sounded as if he found this tedious.” — pg.458 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH IM DYING. honestly the animosity between them was just. A+++

“Basta was in an even worse state. He was sitting close to Mortola, his face so red and swollen that Meggie almost failed to recognise him. But he had escaped death once again. Perhaps the good-luck charms he always wore worked after all.” — pg.526

“The sunlight falling into the room made Basta’s face look like a boiled lobster.” — pg.575

“Basta put his hand to the amulet hanging around his neck. It was not a rabbit’s paw, as he had worn in Capricorn’s service, but something that looked suspiciously like a human finger-bone.” — pg.581 (THIS STILL IRKS ME SO MUCH)

“The Piper straightened his back, as ready to attack as the viper on his master’s coat of arms…He was a good head taller than Basta.” — pg.582 WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING HES NOT TALL LMFAO

“The two men were standing so close that the blade of Basta’s knife wouldn’t have fitted between them.” — pg.582 HAHAHAJAHAAJAHAHHAAHAHAHAH PKESJENE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH … IMAGINE BASTA SQUARING UP W HIS NOSE JUST SMACK BANG IN THE MIDDLE OF PIPER’S CHEST OR SOMETHING

“The Piper struck Basta in the face so hard that his head hit the door frame. Blood ran down his burned cheek in a trail of red. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. ‘Take care to avoid dark corridors, Piper!’ he whispered. ‘You don’t have a nose any more, but one can always find something else to cut off.’” — pg.582-583 THIS SCENE WAS SIMPLY……CHEF’S KISS

are you serious is he dead??? WHAT. okay I knew dustfinger’s love for farid would be the end of him and basta being the instrument to rip that away from him was totally heartrending. i WISH it had been more climactic? like dustfinger unleashing his fury and fighting basta, blind with anger and grief. THE DIALOGUE POTENTIAL BETWEEN THEM AS THEY FINALLY TALK ONE-ON-ONE, and then some revisiting of the scene where dustfinger has the opportunity to kill basta but AGAIN withholds because killing is not in his nature….THEN MO IN SHINING ARMOUR SWOOPS IN TO DO THE JOB

now, off to inkdeath!

#inkspell #inkspell spoilers #basta #inkheart trilogy #BASTAAAAAA

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suddencolds · 3 years

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different anon here but omg im so happy you made a kaeya/albedo drabble.. could you write up a pt 2 where kaeya catches his cold? doesnt have to be long, anything would do if youd be so kind

😭 anon... please, have mercy. Reversed roles are my absolute ~weakness~, so just this once, I am here to deliver a fic that I didn’t spend like 300 years writing. (Thanks for the excuse to write these two!!)

[part 1]

—

A few days pass before he sees Kaeya again.

Albedo is only at the headquarters to ask Lisa if she has any books on the medicinal uses of Liyue specialties. The meeting is a coincidence, all things considered. Kaeya is leading a group of Knights—new recruits, Albedo thinks, because he’s pretty sure those are new faces—back into the main hall.

“Captain,” one of the recruits is saying. “I’m sorry about today. I’ll do better next time.”

“Struggling with training?” Kaeya asks. “I hope you weren’t hurt.”

“I wasn’t. I just… I should have been able to dodge. Back up in Starfell Valley, when that hilichurl fired. It wasn’t hidden or anything, but I didn’t notice.”

Kaeya shakes his head. “It’s a lot to think about, right? That’s one of the tricky things about fighting with a close-range weapon. It’s not a bad thing to pay attention to whomever you’re clashing swords with. Just don’t forget to keep an eye out for enemies that are further out.”

“Got it,” the recruit says, solemn.

“Your swordsmanship has improved, though.” Kaeya adds, “I can tell you practiced. The new sword suits you.”

The recruit brightens visibly. “Thanks a lot, Captain.”

It’s not surprising, really—Kaeya has a strange talent for saying the right thing at the right time. He’s patient, too, and good at strategizing; all things considered, Albedo can’t think of someone more qualified to be training the Knights.

But Albedo isn’t here to watch. It just looks like their group is about to adjourn, and he figures he should really thank Kaeya for his help a few days ago—Kaeya is a fast learner, and an even better conversation partner. Had it not been for him, Albedo knows he would’ve been up on Dragonspine for much longer.

Currently, Kaeya is turning to address the entire group. He still hasn’t noticed Albedo’s presence, it seems.

“Great work today,” He says, then launches into a speech about strategy. It’s not a notable incident—or, it shouldn’t be—except the more he talks, the more Albedo can tell how tired he is. It’s subtle. It’s Kaeya—of course it’s subtle. But his posture looks deceptively casual—really, it looks like it’s taking all of his energy to keep himself presentable—and mid-speech, he’s actually stifling a yawn. His voice sounds slightly off, too, perhaps from overuse.

They’re all busy, Albedo knows. But he feels guilty nonetheless. He knows it had been Kaeya’s decision to help him, but still—perhaps it hadn’t been the best choice, seeing how much he still has to do.

“Captain Kaeya,” one of the other recruits interjects, after Kaeya finishes his speech. Most of the other Knights have already started to leave. “If you are free later, could I stay late to train with you today?”

And Kaeya—

—Kaeya, for some reason, hesitates. He shuts his eyes for just a second, as if he’s at war with himself, before he opens them again. This time, his smile is a little less effortless, a little more strained. “Of course. I need to get some paperwork filled out first, but I’ll meet you after.”

“Alright, thanks! I’ll wait for you outside?”

“Sure. I won’t be long.”

The recruit—oblivious to the fact that something’s wrong—turns to head towards the exit. Kaeya sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowed. He really looks exhausted.

Albedo wants to call out to him. He’ll say thanks, and then he’ll get out of Kaeya’s way. But then Kaeya starts off towards Jean’s office—to pick up paperwork, presumably—and stops halfway down the hall, tensing, one hand hovering over his face—

“hiiH… hiiH’ESSCH’ew!”

It sounds… rough, and tired, as if he’s been doing that all day. He sniffles, shivering, and continues walking, and Albedo knows.

He feels bad immediately. Kaeya had been kind enough to help out—of course he had, he’s selfless like that—even though he must have been busy. Meanwhile, Albedo hadn’t thought to tell him to sit further away, hadn’t been careful enough about not touching what he’d touched, hadn’t stepped away when Kaeya had insisted on walking back with him, hadn’t protested when Kaeya had lent him his scarf for the walk back through Dragonspine’s freezing weather…

...All things considered, this is most certainly Albedo’s fault.

—

“I got it, Jean,” Kaeya says, taking the pile of paperwork from her desk.

“Take it easy,” she says. “You should go straight home after this.”

Kaeya smiles tiredly at her. “Oh? I thought you didn’t want me slacking off. I can do more today, really.”

Jean rolls her eyes. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep standing. Please, for the love of Barbatos, get some rest.”

Kaeya can’t say he feels very differently than Jean says he looks. Still, even if Jean won’t ask him to stick around, the new recruits will—he likes them, but they’re still new to combat, which makes things harder on him. In between scouting domains, looking out for the younger knights, and trying to cover for the mistakes they make, perhaps he’s pushed himself just a bit.

“It’s just a cold,” he says, turning as far away from her as possible to cough into his elbow. “No one’s ever taken off work for a cold.”

“For now it is,” Jean says. “I don’t want it to turn into something worse because you won’t rest.”

“It won’t. It’s just paperwork, right? I could do that in my sleep.” And one-on-one training with a recruit. And after that, another meeting with the Knights, and a domain East of here to scout out on his own, but Jean can find out about that later when she’s reading his reports.

It’s very unfortunate that he has to sneeze.

He takes another step away from her, lifting his hand to cover.

“hiIH’EESCH’-ew!” he winces. The sneeze is loud, and it sounds almost as miserable as he feels, which means it feels far too transparent. “Hiih… hIIH… snf… hiiih’IiDDZScsh’ew! hIIIH’EZSCHh’-iu! ugh… snf…”

“Bless you,” Jean says, sighing as she passes him the tissue box on her desk. He takes a generous handful of them and before handing it back. “You sound awful.”

Kaeya laughs, pocketing the tissues. “You never fail to flatter me, Acting Grandmaster.”

“Forgive me for being worried,” Jean says flatly. “At least tell me you’ll take care of yourself.” “Of course. When do I not?”

She gives him a significant look, which is fair.

He takes the chance to leave her office. His head hurts, more than it would if he’d just had a bit too much to drink, and it’s the kind of headache that he knows is going to get much, much worse if he doesn’t take it easy. Maybe if he rushes, he can get the paperwork done before then.

The recruit he’d spoken to is waiting for him outside, he recalls. He rubs his nose, shivering, and heads for the door.

Someone is waiting for him, but it’s not the person he expects.

Kaeya musters the energy to smile. “Albedo! Did you need something?” He probably shouldn’t be taking on additional responsibilities after Jean’s already told him to take him easy, but then again, this is Albedo—whatever he needs, it must be worth staying late for.

“I just happened to be stopping by,” Albedo starts. “I, err, wanted to ask Lisa about my research.”

“I take it that you didn’t find what you needed?”

“I did.” “Is that so?” Kaeya says, faltering—if that’s the case, he’s not sure why Albedo is still here. “Were you waiting for me, then?”

It’s supposed to be a joke, except Albedo hesitates, and Kaeya feels bad for suggesting it.

“Actually, I was,” Albedo says, which is a surprise.

Kaeya’s breath has gone unsteady again, and he rubs his nose, sniffling. Albedo, who seems not to have noticed, keeps talking.

“I wanted to tell you—”

Kaeya doesn’t want to interrupt, but colds tend to make his sneezes so jarringly unavoidable. He turns away, lifting up a hand to shield his face. “Hiiih… hiih’EESCHh’ew!” He gasps, and with a muffled sniffle, presses his hand closer to his face. “HIIH… hiiIH’IIZSCHH-uu! hIIIH’NGKT-Sshew! snf…!”

—His shoulders untense as he finally lowers his hand, fishing through his pocket for tissues. How embarrassing, he thinks, blowing his nose as softly as he can. He doesn’t exactly want to look over to Albedo to see the expression on his face—disgust, probably, or worse, pity—

“I’m sorry,” Albedo says instead.

Kaeya’s glance snaps upwards in surprise. “What?” “I was hoping you wouldn’t catch this,” he frowns, looking away. “I wasn’t careful enough. I did not intend for you to feel miserable because of me.”

What is that supposed to mean? “This isn’t because of you.”

“Captain,” Albedo starts, completely serious. “Whose cold do you think you have?”

Kaeya blinks. It’s true—he’s probably caught this from Albedo, given that he can’t think of anyone else who’s been sick lately—but that doesn’t mean that Albedo should feel guilty over it. “Colds spread. It happens, it’s not your fault.”

“I should have been more careful,” Albedo shakes his head dejectedly. “Or perhaps I should not have accepted your help at all when you offered to stay. I knew you must have had a lot of work. It was selfish of me.”

“I told you, I wanted to help,” Kaeya insists.

Albedo sighs. “You are selfless to the extent that it is detrimental sometimes.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I sent the recruit home, by the way. Really, you couldn’t have told him to wait a couple days?”

“He asked for my help.” Kaeya holds a hand up, veering away again. “I wasn’t going to deny him just because of… a… hiIH… c-cold… HIIih’EESSCHh’ew! HIIIH’GKTt!-shew!” His head throbs in protest, and he sniffles, tilting his head upwards, a fresh tissue in hand, in ticklish anticipation. “hiIIH… hiIIH’IIIZZSCH’ew!”

It takes everything in him not to slump against the wall.

“Bless you,” Albedo says. “You sound—”

“—awful?” He lowers the tissue with a laugh. “I know. Jean informed me.”

“I was going to say tired,” Albedo says, shifting forward to feel Kaeya’s forehead. His hand shifts to Kaeya’s cheek, studying him with a look of such intense concentration, Kaeya tries not to smile. “I don’t think you have a fever, but you’re warm. Allow me to walk you home?”

As enticing as the offer sounds, he shouldn’t. Everyone else is working hard—he knows if he does less work than usual, it will be Jean and Amber picking up the slack, which is the last thing he wants. “I still have lots to do.”

“It can wait until you’re well. The Knights will survive if you take a day off.” Albedo drops his hand, but he’s still looking at Kaeya with the same intensity. “I will talk to Jean, if it’s an issue.”

“Please don’t talk to Jean,” Kaeya says sheepishly. He’s sure she wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to find out about his plans to stay and work late.

Albedo raises an eyebrow. “Will you listen to me, then?”

Maybe it’s not such a bad idea, after all—he can head home, sleep this headache away, and come back in the evening. “Well,” he starts. “If… hiIIH… hiiIH’ESSCH’ew! snf-! If you insist…”

“I do.”

“...I guess I could head home early.”

It’s worth it, for the way Albedo smiles softly in response. He looks... relieved, Kaeya realizes, which is strange, too—he hadn’t expected Albedo to be so worried about him.

Kaeya starts off in the direction of his house. It’s not a long walk from the headquarters—certainly closer than the manor was, back when he’d lived there. Admittedly, it’s lonelier sometimes, living on his own.

Unexpectedly, Albedo follows him.

“You’re really walking me back,” Kaeya says, slightly disbelieving.

“Yes,” Albedo says. “Would you prefer if I didn’t?”

“It’s nice.” Kaeya sniffles, stifling a cough into a raised hand. “I hope you’re not just doing this because you feel bad about this.”

Albedo hums. “I’m not. I am quite free this afternoon, thanks to your help. I do feel bad, though.”

“Doing alchemy with you was the most exciting part of my week,” Kaeya says honestly, flashing him a grin. “I’d say it was worth catching a cold over.”

Albedo stares back at him. Then he smiles back, so brightly that Kaeya feels warmer, just looking at him. “You could come visit more often, then. I enjoy having company if it’s you.”

#snz kink #sneeze kink #sneeze fic #snz fic #gen/shin im/pact #ask #i wrote 500 words of this and hated it so much that i deleted the entire draft and started over #strangely the more i write ka/ebe/do the more i like them?#off to do schoolwork now... i will proofread this when i get back ;;#my fic

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